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franeridart · 3 years

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Anon said: i love love love LOVE how you just draw gojo leaning onto getou, hiding his face in getou's neck or back or chest <////3 im just so heartbroken over those two

So glad to hear you like him clingy as much as I do!! TT^TT as far as I’m concerned he wasn’t clingy enough in canon, so I’m fixing it as much as I can with every new doodle haha

Anon said: whenever im sad i just come to your account and look through your art :")) it brings me so much comfort :')) also i gotta mention that the teacher getou art you've made has healed my broken heart bc of jjk and now that is the only canon i accept thank you very much gege akutami has nothing on me

GAH GETO-SENSEI MY ONE AND ONLY I’m happy he makes you as soft as he does me, he’s such a comfort to me ;;;; and thank you for liking my stuff!!!! Means the world to me to hear it ;A; <3

Anon said: I miss your krbk sm 😔 No pressure intended!!!!!! I still love and support u and ur art!!!

Man I miss them too!!!!! @ hori when are you bringing my loves back from the war I’m here waiting good sir!!!

Anon said: v v curious on your thoughts on what’s currently going on in bnha manga :)))

HMMM what are my thoughts on it? Well, let’s split it in two: Deku’s side and Todoroki’s side, because that’s how it’s split in my brain atm, and allow me to start from the second because it’s easier to get through for me

I’m in love with everything Hori is doing with Todoroki and everyone involved with him - that’s to say his whole whole family and Hawks and Jeanist too, all of it, I’m so into it it’s no joke at all. Always been in love with how he handles Enji’s character and his interactions with his family and the latest developments didn’t disappoint me at all, wasn’t very much into Dabi right after the “reveal” but the more I think about it and about the story from his pov the more behind it I am, forever and always head over heels for Shouto’s way of dealing with a situation that’s as complex as one would expect from a protagonist of their very own story you could really make a manga out of the Todoroki’s family plot from Shouto’s pov alone, it’s incredible I can’t state how in love with it all I am enough. And Hawks, don’t make me start on him I’ll straight up never stop, absolutely and most definitely my favorite pro-hero I would trust him with my money and my kids 100/10 just assume I’m constantly crying over him. Also Jeanist is just hilarious so bless him and his presence in an otherwise too heavy story

Deku’s side........ well, the main problems I have with it are that one, I don’t really understant the need to keep ofa a secret from the class for the biggest part of the story when the reveal wasn’t forced upon Deku, didn’t have a huge impact on him or his relationship with the others (his leaving wasn’t directly caused by him coming clean after all, he wouldn’t have had to leave earlier had he not kept it a secret and he would have still left at this point had the class already known all along) and didn’t, like. Matter. All that much. Two, this manga is called my hero academia and I’m genuinely starting to wonder why. What was the point of all the arcs set inside the school anyway? Most of the characters growth (Deku’s especially) and the progression of the main plot happened in the arcs outside of the school anyway, and at this point it’s clear we’re not going back to the school after this or even seeing anyone graduate. What of Shinsou? What was the point of his plot when we’re not even gonna see him being active part of the class in a school environment? I’m just confused about it all, I guess. Three, which is really my biggest problem with it all, is the way Deku’s set on saving Shigaraki. It’s not like I don’t like a story in which all the villains are saved and the good guys win and love prevails and all that, call it corny but they’re exactly my type of stories, but I’m not sure I can get behind it when Twice died like that, and Midnight did as well, and Aizawa lost a leg, and Nighteye died, and Hawks might have lost his wings, and Shirakumo ended up Kurogiri and it’s still unclear whether he can be saved, like... why does Shigaraki get to be saved when so many people suffered like that? And it’s not only about them suffering by his hands, it’s about Hori and how he was ruthless with so many characters but lets the story show arbitrary kindness to Shigaraki alone, it’s all... well. Unfair. The way I see it. At this point I at the very least expect kindness for Touya as well, here.

That said if I pick the chapters one by one by themselves I do enjoy them very much. I just don’t gotta think about the big picture lmao AH but it’s all a personal opinion, of course! I know people who enjoy the way the story is going and I can see where they’re coming from, this is all arbitrary tastes and preferences on my part, I’m aware of it!

Anon said: Hi hi! I finally got into jjk AND finally caught up on the manga and i appreciate your doods soooo much more now!! They’re so great!! But imcurious, is there one specific moment in the story where you Gojo and Geto became IT for you? Just genuinely curious!!

THANK YOU happy to hear you liked jjk!!!! And that’s!!! a great question, I’m not sure I have an answer actually? I binged the manga in a day and a half, you see, and when I binge stuff that fast I rarely stop to overthink things - I did ship them as I read too since, well. They’re in love lmao but I shipped them in the same way I shipped itafushi or yuutoge after I read the prequel, you know? Just a general aknowledging of how good they were together. The main point with satosugu specifically was probably that satoru has been my favorite character since the beginning of the story and suguru got there as well as soon as I read their backstory, so once I was caught up they’re the ones I ended up spending the most time thinking about, both by themselves and together, and that ended up making me a bit obsessed..... just a bit lol

If I had to give one specific moment that got me by the heart and squeezed the hardest it’d be... probably Satoru’s “my soul knows otherwise”. And the way his voice alone could bring Suguru back, even for just a single moment. The thing about satosugu for me!!! one of the many things about them, but the main thing for me, is that they love each other. Be it platonic or however you wanna see it, they love each other. Despite everything and after it all, even if Satoru had to kill Suguru, even if Suguru killed so many and betrayed Satoru and they went their separate ways in the harshest of ways, they love each other. It’s insane, isn’t it? That they’d love each other so much they could pass over everything and anything. I’ve seen the “best friends become enemies” trope so often in shounen manga, but this is the first time I see it treated like this - with love so strong that they never blamed each other or turned that love in hate. The way satosugu do it is all-encompassing! It goes beyond the world and their differences and death itself! So if I had to pick it’d be that one, because that scene happens after it’s all over, and it all went to shit and way beyond too already, and still their souls resonate with each other and answer to each other and that sends me insane, just thinking about it. Like, god, they really still love each other. Satoru’s mourned for Suguru for a year, Suguru’s been dead for a year, they’d been separated ten whole years before then, and still! And still!!! It’s so tender I don’t know how to deal with it

Anon said: “What’s a god to a nonbeliever?”—That tag is going to haunt me for a while. The entire tag section for your latest Gojo and Geto drawing is meta-worthy.

THANK YOU it’d been eating at my brain I had to write it down somewhere why are those two like that

Anon said: Do you take commissions? No pressure! ✨❤️

Not right now!

Anon said: How do you feel about sukuna ? like/dislike or thoughts on him

AMAZING QUESTION I love him. I have absolutely zero clue as of why so don’t ask me to elaborate, I’m literally that marge pic with the potato when it’s about Sukuna, I have no meta thoughts about him nor deep reasonings behind it - by all accounts, I should dislike him! But he shows up and I’m like nghhh king, so that’s where we stand. It’s Sukuna, you know. I just think he’s neat.

Anon said: sighs time to get into another fandom bc i simp too hard for ur art 😔

HAH thank you for the trust I hope you’ll like ror if you do get into it!!! hahaha

#fran answers #oh two of these are Long #.....#long post #in case the readmore doesn't work for whatever reason

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qlala · 3 years

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pleeease can we have more teacher barry au? or kidfic? my crops are dying

Alright, sorry for the slight delay on this one, but please know that you're a menace and I kept thinking about it and then I wrote this for you all in one sitting.

It's both teacher!Barry (though still set in the canon universe!) and coldflash kidfic. <3 I just put it up as a prequel to "good cop, bad cop" on ao3, since I guess it technically is that? Although, if you guys have opinions about what order the series should be in, I'd interested to hear it!

“Barry?”

“Hm?”

“You’ve got something in your hair.”

Barry hid a wry grin, and glanced over at Len—at least, glanced as far in his direction as he could manage. Two small hands were holding his head still, though Henry did let go of one handful of Barry’s hair to reach out when Len stepped around the coffee table and stood in front of them.

“Alright, kid.” Len bent down and hoisted Henry off Barry’s shoulders, and both of them ignored Barry’s indignant yelp when Henry didn’t quite remember to let go of Barry with his other hand in time. “I like the hair too, but he’s gotta move his head to”—Len propped Henry on his hip and reached out to steal the top page from the stack of papers in front of Barry—“grade pop quizzes.”

“Those are midterms.” Barry stretched, then tipped his head to one side with a muffled crack.

“Then you’re going easy on them.” Len took advantage of his distraction to hand the paper to Henry, who scrunched it in his hand with a broad smile.

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“Len!” Barry recovered the paper in a sweep of yellow lightning, and Len traced his trajectory from the fading after-image even as Barry tried to smooth out the test on the arm of the couch.

“So feet on the coffee table are allowed when the Flash does it?”

“Language,” Barry reminded him, without looking up.

Henry, ever the trooper, was taking the loss of his prize in stride, and Len rewarded him by bending his knees to let him reach for the next paper in the stack.

“Leonard.”

“He’s working on his reading.”

“He’s eighteen months old.”

Len read the upside-down paper Henry was offering to him. “Another year for whoever’s test this was, they might be at his level.”

Barry got the same ruffled look he always did when he was torn between defending his students and agreeing with every hyperbolic praise Len had for their son. Eventually, he landed on, “You’re not helping.”

“I disagree.” Len accepted the paper from Henry, turned it right-side up, and finished skimming it. “You’ve got a typo in question three. That’s why they’re all putting ‘hydrogen.’”

Barry yanked the exam back, despite having a stack of identical ones on the table in front of him. His eyes went wide as he looked over it at Flash speed, and then he said a word that made Len cover one of Henry’s ears with his free hand and tut.

“You shape the minds of the next generation with that mouth?”

Barry wasn’t listening, too busy dragging his hand down his face, his fingers ending up in an annoyed fist over his mouth.

“Can you please,” he said slowly, evenly, with the couples-shrink-approved, conflict-management voice that always made Len smirk, “give Henry his snack.”

“With pleasure.”

Barry leveled him a glare, but it was without heat, and he tilted his chin up in a clear request for a kiss when Len passed behind the couch again.

Len obliged. He could feel some of the stress drain out of Barry’s shoulders when he drew his fingertips over the edge of Barry’s jaw with the hand not still supporting Henry.

“Hi,” Barry murmured when Len pulled back, at least a full minute later than he’d intended. “Missed you.”

“I was gone an hour.”

Barry’s answering smile was crooked, with an unabashed dimple that Len refrained from tracing his thumb over; he had a reputation to protect. “You know, you could just say it back sometimes.”

“Fine.” Len smirked as he tweaked a cowlick that Henry had left in Barry’s hair. Then he met Barry’s gaze, all false sincerity, and drawled, “Hi.”

Barry rolled his eyes. He couldn’t hide the wry smile even when he turned his head away for a second, though, and he gave Len a playful glare. “You know I meant—“

“Hi!”

For a second, neither of them moved. Then Barry reeled back with something like panic in his eyes, alarmingly contagious, based on the way Len’s heart tripped into fourth gear. “Did he just—“

Len hoisted Henry up to sit on the edge of the couch, and they both stared at him. He ignored them both for a few moments, small hand squishing the cushion before he watched it slowly expand back to its original shape. Then he noticed their eyes on him, and looked up with a beatific smile. “Hi!”

Barry was off the couch in a bolt of lightning, then back a heartbeat later with his phone out, talking so fast he was nearly incomprehensible. “Twice, Joe, I swear, he looked right at us—“

Len got a glimpse of Detective West’s patient expression on the phone screen as Barry waved it toward Henry. “Barr, you said that the last three times. I told you, kids talk when they’re ready. Iris didn’t say a word until she was—“

Barry turned the phone and held the screen out to Henry. Len bit back a reflexive objection; they’d agreed, no screens until he was five (and it’d be eighteen if Len had his way).

Henry reached out for the phone, all Barry’s reckless confidence when confronted with anything new.

Tinny over the speakerphone, West’s voice said, weary but unflaggingly affectionate, “Hi, Henry.”

Barry let Henry have the phone—and that time, Len did shoot him a look—and Henry flattened a tiny palm over West’s face on the screen. Then he tilted his head thoughtfully, lifted his hand, and chirped a delighted, “Hi!”

Barry swept him up with a rush of static that made Henry shriek with laughter, phone forgotten in an instant. Barry deposited them both at Len’s side with a breathless grin, and Len didn’t quite manage to disguise his own smile as a smirk when they looked up at him in unison. West’s voice was still coming from somewhere nearby, but Barry could fish the phone out from between the cushions later. For now, Barry was getting suspiciously bright-eyed, and Len lifted Henry out his arms before Barry could set the kid off crying, too.

“Who had ‘hi?’” he asked. He ruffled Henry’s hair, already overdue for a cut, dark and curling up at the ends. Henry only allowed it a moment before he started to fuss, his snack clearly not forgotten despite the excitement.

“Iris,” Barry hiccuped. He wiped the heel of his hand over both cheeks, then said, “She had ‘hi’ and ‘bye.’ She’s gonna be insufferable.”

“She’s gonna be rich,” Len countered. “Mick put ten grand on ‘Flash.’”

Barry shook his head on a laugh. “You did explain to him that we’re specifically not letting people say that in front of him? Given the whole”—he gestured, with a glimmer of lightning that distracted Henry into a fresh smile—”child’s grasp of a secret identity?”

“And deprive the pool of his ill-gotten gains?” He passed Henry back to Barry and tapped him on the tip of his nose. “Never.”

“She’s just gonna put it in a college fund.”

Len hummed, and didn’t mention the account he’d already placed a quarter mil into at the credit union downtown.

Barry’s eyes narrowed all the same. “What was that?”

“What was what, dear?” Len leaned hard on the pet name, flat and sarcastic, but he knew even before Barry straightened up that it wouldn’t work.

“That ‘hmmm.’ That was an I’m-not-telling-you-something ‘hmmm.’”

Len was saved by the bell, literally.

Someone leaned hard on the buzzer to the front door. A second later—and utterly predictably, given the number of metas in the family Len had married into—Wally West phased through the door, bouncing on his toes and looking around the room before he even finished setting Iris on her feet.

“Joe says Iris won,” he said.

Barry tore his suspicious gaze away from Len to blink over at the new arrivals. “Joe knew about the pool?”

“People on six different earths knew about the pool, Barr,” Iris said. She leaned on Wally as she toed out of her work heels. “Now, give me my favorite nephew. Can you say, ‘journalism school,’ Henry?”

Barry let her scoop Henry out of his arms, his brow still furrowed. “Wait, six different earths? How much was in the pool?”

He sounded a hair indignant, and Len took the opportunity to snake an arm around his waist and pull him back against his chest.

“Say the word,” he murmured against Barry’s ear, smiling when he felt him shiver. “I’ll get you triple by dinner.”

He felt Barry’s heart speed up where his back was pressed against him, and Len nipped the shell of his ear to cement his victory.

“No felonies,” Barry reminded him, but his voice was breathless, and he didn’t disentangle himself from Len’s arms.

“Mm, forgot again,” Len lied. “How about we send Iris and Wally to show Henry’s first word to Joe in person, and I make it up to you?”

A blush was climbing steadily up Barry’s neck, and he’d already shown his hand when he said, “The midterms. Progress reports go out Friday, I have to—“

“Telling me the fastest man alive can’t grade a stack of ninth grade chemistry tests before third period tomorrow?”

“They’re for my AP class,” Barry gasped, and he caught Len’s hand where he’d been tracing his fingers down Barry’s stomach. But he cleared his throat, then said, “Iris? Maybe you wanna bring Henry to the station? It would make Joe’s day.”

Iris gave him a knowing look, but her eyes were warm when she shared her smile with Len. “Mm. I bet it’ll make someone’s day.”

“Singh’s, probably,” Wally said, where he’d been drawing increasingly elaborate flowers of static out of the speed force for Henry’s fickle amusement. Then he glanced up. “Oh. Oh, you meant—yeah. Alright. I’ll grab the diaper bag. And congrats, you guys. On the first word, not the—“

Iris patted his arm and interrupted with, “The station, Wally?”

Wally ducked his head on a nod and gave them both a sheepish grin.

“Make sure your father doesn’t arrest my sister,” Len said. “She’ll show up as soon as she gets the intel out of Cisco.”

“No promises,” Iris said. “But I’ll give him the heads up. Bye, boys.”

The after-image of Wally’s lightning hadn’t even dissipated when Barry dropped his back against Len’s shoulder, one foot tapping rapidly. “Are we bad parents?”

Len nosed at the corner of Barry’s jaw and slid his fingers under the hem of his shirt. “No.”

“Maybe we should—should’ve, uh, reinforced it, more. He might get—confused. He said ‘hi,’ but we—oh my god, did we even say ‘bye?’ Len—“

Len spun Barry and pushed him back against the couch, then kissed him to distract him from looking anxiously at the front door. “You’re overthinking this.”

“I’m overthinking this,” Barry agreed. “No, I’m not. Len, his snack—“

“There are snacks at the station. Joe has a drawer full of Cheerios.”

Barry slid a hand through his hair, gave one last jittery look toward the door, and then slumped back against the couch with a laugh. “You’re better at this than me.”

“Already did it once,” Len said, smoothing the worry out of Barry’s brow with the pad of his thumb. “And look how Lisa turned out.”

It didn’t land the way Len had aimed it to. Barry gave him a warm smile instead of an alarmed look, and Len had to tick his gaze away for a break from the earnestness in that expression.

“Yeah,” Barry said. “Yeah, okay. Now maybe we could, uh, stop saying our family members’ names for a little while?”

Len rolled his eyes, but he allowed Barry a brief smile as he hooked his fingers in the front of his belt. “I thought you’d never ask.”

[❤️ Link to Ao3 ❤️]

#coldflash #my fics #leonard snart #barry allen #the flash #teacher barry au

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dawn-of-tomorrow · 3 years

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shoutout to @punishing-gray-raven-ocs for this ask game~!!

original post is here

god, this became much longer since i now i have 5 PGR OCs, ahahaah :'DDDD

1) Are you excited about Autumn starting? Why or why not?

Yoko: Of course~! After all, who wouldn't be excited to either sleep an extra hour in or just be around the people you love, all cozy indoors~.

Higetsu: Looks like things will become noisy again, but I don't mind it. After all, it's fine to have fun every once in a while.

Artemisia: I personally do not mind it. What comes and goes, will come and go. Such is the seasons, after all.

Pollux: Halloween~! Hot cocoa with 'mallows~! Food~! Hehe, so many things to choose from, wonder what I'll prepare for Castor~. Maybe if I ask Teacher for an extra day off, she wouldn't mind.

Castor: Uncertain. Castor has no opinions regarding the changing of seasons. It is simply a natural order of the world.

2) If you are excited about Autumn, what is your favorite Autumn activity?

Yoko: Seasonal activities aren't complete without any festivals~!! You name it, I'm gonna try out everything! Halloween is definitely a part of the fun~.

Higetsu: I'm already expecting both Yoko and Kamui to drag me into any and all celebrations they can join and come across, so scratch sleeping an entire day off from my list.

Artemisia: In the past I used to bake seasonal pies to share with my friends and family whenever Autumn arrived...... haaah. It's been so long. Apologies, don't mind my answer.

Pollux: Castor and I used to roast chestnuts whenever we could, hehe~. Even to this day, I can still remember the smell of the last chestnuts we roasted as humans. Ah, of course, I'm pretty confident in my pumpkin carving skills-- you'll regret doubting my abilities, haha~!

Castor: No comment. Castor has no preferences for any activities. ... However... it might be nice to... attend an Autumnal festival along with brother, Teacher, and everyone........ no, it is nothing. Do forget about it.

3) How would you like to enjoy Autumn once the war is over?

Yoko: Of course, I'd invite everyone to a slumber party back at home. There's a lot of guest rooms that we haven't used in a long time, so everyone can either share a room or have their own~! ... Ah, but I'd probably have to ask dad, er, father about that.

Higetsu: After the war Autumn celebrations, huh.... haven't really thought about that. ... Maybe, I'll sleep an entire day away? Then plan out a relatively small get-together between Gray Raven and Strike Hawk.

Artemisia: ..... I have no plans yet. But... it would be nice to just spend the day with the kids(Pollux and Castor), taking them on an outdoor trip, or even just a peaceful stroll and shopping spree in the stores

Pollux: Mhrrmmm.... Argh, too many things to decide on~!! I'm decide then!!! But I'll definitely make sure Castor survives until then, so we can experience an Autumn where he can live a peaceful life again.

Castor: I....... Castor is.... uncertain. After the war... Castor has never thought about what to do after the war. What does Teacher and brother have to say about this? ....Is that so? Then I will follow their guidance.

4) Do you enjoy Pumpkin Spice-scented foods and/or products?

Yoko: Hehe, yeah~. Ah, I'm not a glutton though! Even I can't eat too much without hurting my stomach, uuuh.

Higetsu: Just to an alright amount. I'm not so crazy over such things that I'd eat them almost constantly you know.

Artemisia: Hm, perhaps just a little. It's fine to enjoy such delicacies every once in a while.

Pollux: ALL OF IT~!! Ahaha, sorry sorry~. But the more the merrier, right, right? Plus, that means there's all the more I can pretend I can't to eat anymore so I can give to both Castor and Teacher~.

Castor: No comment. It is simply a matter of which is the most appealing to my taste and smell regulations, that is all.

5) Are you going to decorate your dorm for Autumn or Halloween?

Yoko: Naturally~! Gray Raven will celebrate Autumn, and I'm already planning out our Halloween decor layouts with Lucia, Liv, and Lee.

Higetsu: Kamui already begged me and Chrome earlier if Strike Hawk could also decor the base with seasonal decorations. I didn't mind it, and though Chrome needed just a bit more pleading, he was fine with it so long as everyone cleaned up the place once the season is ending.

Artemisia: I've already given Pollux and Castor permission to decorate the base as they see fit. I trust that they won't go too overboard.

Pollux: That's such an obvious question with an obvious answer~. Of course we will! Teacher's already given us the go-ahead to decorate the Aegis squad, and we already have the decor ready~. Castor and I'll begin right after this interview.

Castor: Affirmative. Brother wished to celebrate the Autumn season and Halloween, thus we are to put up decorations in our base soon.

6) Hot cocoa or pumpkin spice latte. Which one would you pick, and why?

Yoko: It's gotta be pumpkin spice latte! Hehe, the foam one reason, but the taste is the best part! I hear people say it's too sweet for them, but personally I think it's fine? Mhm, well, everyone's preferences are different after all, so I don't judge~.

Higetsu: Hot cocoa, although pumpkin spice latte is alright too. It's nothing much really, I just prefer the taste of cocoa over the latte.

Artemisia: I have no preferences for either. If anyone were to offer me one of the two, then I'd take the one they're willing to give away.

Pollux: Both! Because Castor likes both, I can just buy either of the two and we can just have one of each. Hehe, don't tell Castor this, but I can tell that he enjoys having hot cocoa with 'mallows, so I often sneakily put in at least a few of them in his drink when I can~.

Castor: .............both. I... Castor is uncertain. The flavor of the beverages simply taste exquisite. That is all. ....but hot cocoa with marshmallows dipped in... I am uncertain as to why, but my chest is heating up at the thought of it.

7) If you're a Commandant, are you throwing any Autumn or Halloween related activities for your squad?

Yoko: Naturally! Lucia, Liv, and Lee all deserve to have have fun and enjoy the season too! They keep pushing themselves to do a lot, and I wanted to give them even just a bit of fun before going back to work.

Higetsu: ....So what if I am. Everyone at Strike Hawk has been working hard, so is it such a surprising thing that I want them to also take a time-off and enjoy themselves? ... Don't you dare tell them though.

Artemisia: Certainly. Although it's been a long time since I threw any Halloween or Autumn-related parties, even a simple celebration of the seasons would suffice. ... But if those two want a grander celebration, then, I suppose I could ask "that person" for a favor or two.

8) What would be the perfect Autumn-themed date for you?

Yoko: Hmmm, there's so many choices for that~.... but spending the day inside the cozy indoors with Lee doesn't seem like a bad idea either... hehe~. But it would also be nice to go out and have a picnic with everyone, just having fun.

Higetsu: Making jack-o'-lanterns, having a horror movie marathon night, going shopping for Halloween costumes and other related stuff, making seasonal pies and donuts.... What? I'm only saying these because Kamui's a huge bubble of energy, so he most certainly would wanna do a lot of things for a "date". ...It's not that I wouldn't enjoy it either though.

Artemisia: A date? No comment. I have no time for such things. Besides... I'm not qualified for such normal and mundane peaceful activities.

Pollux: Bzzzt-!! Nobody will be taking anyone on a date here~! Ah, but an outing with Castor and Teacher word be nice though. I wanna see those two happy, since they're... bah, nevermind. You heard nothing~.

Castor: Negative. A date is an event one goes with a lover, is it not? Then Castor is unable to go to one. ....Hm? You can go on a date with either friends and/or family instead? Is that so. ... Then, perhaps going to a carnival would be nice with brother and Teacher would be nice...

9) Do you enjoy rainy weather, or does it make you gloomy?

Yoko: Well, so long as it's just a light rain or a heavy rain that doesn't last long. The best part of the rain is afterwards, provided the weather didn't disrupt the surroundings too much, aha~.

Higetsu: I don't have any particular feelings towards the rainy weather to be honest. ...Except for the fact that it makes me feel a bit drowsy, damnit.

Artemisia: The rain, huh.... the weather has given me both joyous and grieving moments. I don't hate it, but I don't like it either.

Pollux: I hate the rain. ...Shut up, I won't elaborate why. Move on to the next question before I tear your throat out.

Castor: I.... I don't have fond memories of the rain. But if a mission requires to trudge through even rain, then so be it.

10) Cuddling up next to your favorite partner, on a rainy afternoon, while watching your favorite movies. Would you enjoy this activity? Why or why not?

Yoko: Ehehe~. Is it that obvious I'd enjoy experiencing that with Lee? Honestly, anything I get to experience with Lee would become a good memory, because it means that we're still together, by each other's side then.

Higetsu: Yes. Ah, wait, no I didn't mean to answer that so quickly-- oi, what's with that smirk on your face!? Quit it, you--!! And don't you dare tell Kamui anything I've said here!!!

Artemisia: That sounds like a lovely scenario, I'm sure everyone would enjoy for that to happen. ...That is why I must work harder for that future, for everyone's sake. ...Hm? What about me then, you ask? .... It matters not. So long as I can preserve the happiness of others and their loved ones... then I can get through anything.

Pollux: Something so mundane and tranquil as that.... heh. Not everyone's deserving of that~. But, it would really be something if Castor were to ever finally experience something like that, Teacher too. 'S why I want them to find even the smallest bit of happiness in this crappy world. ....Oi, cut out that footage afterwards and don't share it, else I'll kill you. Heh, am I joking or not~ that's the question~.

Castor: Negative. This scenario requires a lover for this to occur. As Castor has none, then Castor cannot answer this question. ...Hm? Then choose someone close to you instead? A fine alternative. .... would it be alright if I answered a group? Specifically.... the Gray Ravens, Strike Hawks, brother, and Teacher....

#ask #ask game #oc ask game #punishing gray raven #pgr #パニシング #战双帕弥什 #戰雙帕彌什 #パニシンググレイレイヴン #pgr ocs #ocs #my ocs #pgr yoko #pgr higetsu #pgr artemisia #pgr pollux #pgr castor

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Learning New Things about Ourselves Transcript

This transcript was done by @rosesisupposes @everphantom @crushingonanartist @fandomsofrandom (who’s urls may or may not have changed at some point, and others, who’s urls had been lost to time and my disorganization.)

This transcript was created for the purpose of creating a comic-version of the video for those who were uncomfortable with the puppetry. This project has been effectively abandoned, and the blog shall be treated as an archive for the work that had been completed. (as explained in this post)

The transcript had been partly split up to create places for artists to draw individual sections, which has remained in tact in this transcript. If people want to utilize this transcript for creating a comic or drawing, I entirely welcome it! As long as all the characters follow a human design, tag this blog and I’ll reblog it.

14:58 Thomas: Oh, Logan! You’re up!

14:59 Logan: If by up you mean I am not down...to do this, you are correct.

15:04 Roman: Oh big surprise coming from no fun-son honey dew-dew. Last second addition there, made it, stuck the landing.

15:10 Patton: Aw, Logan come on! We need you at the table if we’re gonna be learning!

15:14 Logan: Please. It has become quite clear that me cosigning all of your ridiculous antics is just a formality. When all of you decided on using puppets to address a serious issue, logic was already figuratively thrown out the window.

15:25 Roman: *dramatic sigh* Again, you don’t have to use the word figuratively. We know you that you weren’t literally thrown out of a window.

15:31 Logan: How? Have you been watching me constantly?

15:33 Patton: Don’t assume Roman! You know what happens when you assume. You make an as out of su and me.

15:39 Logan: *exasperated sigh* *mumbled* Thank you Patton. *back to normal volume* I just don’t want to concern anybody by suggesting I was throw through a window. I wanted to communicate five by five that I’m five by five.

15:47 Thomas: It’s okay Roman, his intentions are there. I mean, who does going above and beyond with clarity hurt?

15:54 Roman: Going above and beyond? *laugh* More like going overboard. It’s stupid.

15:58 *Logan inhales, glares at Roman as he crumples up a paper and throws it at Roman with a yell*

16:01 Roman: Ow! Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh!

16:02 Patton: Meep meep!**

16:03 Roman: You hit me in the eye. You hit me in the eye, you freaking bookgerm!

16:07 Virgil: Geez, L, that was pretty rough.

16:09 Logan: Eh- I’m sorry. I-I don’t know what that was. *pause* Maybe I should go.

16:13 Patton: NO! We are not about to leave it there, mister! We can’t continue this convo, if you’re gone-zo

16:21 Thomas: THAT’S RIGHT!

16:21 Thomas: Look, Logan, you can be like one of those Sesame Street human friends!

16:27 Logan: Like Maria?

16:28 Thomas: Like Maria!

16:29 Logan: Okay... I mean, a more accurate comparison would be that you’re our Big Bird, and we’re all your… Snuffleupagus**.

16:36 Thomas: Pre-1985, before they canonically confirmed Snuffleupagus wasn’t imaginary.

16:40 Logan: Of course. *softly* Clarity

16:41 Roman: Hmph-

16:42 Logan: Okay, so- you’re puppets. Care to explain to me how this is going to help?

16:47 Patton: Well, we could start by having an open and honest conversation about our feelings?

16:54 Thomas: *takes a deep breath*

16:55 Roman: Hmmm…

16:56 Virgil: *groans softly*

16:57 Thomas: I don’t think so.

16:57 Roman: Yeah, I don’t like that.

16:58 Virgil: I’d rather go live in a garbage can.

16:59 Patton: No! Really, this is important, guys! Thomas, you have to face your feelings head-on! Tell me… *singing* do you ever feel like a paper bag?

17:10 Thomas: Wha- I thought we were talking about a loop!

17:13 Patton: Well, how do you suppose we get out of the loop, mister Looper?

17:16 Thomas: Well, I guess I don’t know… but I mean... like- what do I have to feel bad about? I mean, really. Like- yeah, I feel iffy with my videos. So what?

17:27 *Roman sighs as Thomas continues*

17:27 Thomas: Big deal. The ‘problems’ I have wouldn’t even exist without all of the incredible privileges I’ve received. I should feel lucky. I asked for this. So I- I don’t feel like I’ve got a right to feel this way, but-

17:42 Patton: Thomas, that’s ridiculous! Now should you count your blessings? Absolutely! Lots of people are way worse off!

17:49 Thomas: … oh

17:50 Patton: Yeah, I should not have said that as cheery as I did. --break-- *louder* But… you shouldn’t feel guilty for having feelings! Sure, sometimes your feelings may not make sense, but it’s not your feelings job to make sense! You just… experience them. And you have to do your best to deal with them.

18:07 Thomas: Well that… makes sense.

18:11 Patton: Not talking about them... is not dealing with them.

18:14 Thomas: Yeah, but I don’t even know where to begin talking about my feelings, because I don’t… understand them right now.

18:19 Virgil: Maybe you won’t have to understand your feelings if you fix the problem.

18:24 Patton: Well…

18:25 Virgil: Logan’s gotta cool it with the deadlines.

18:26 Logan: What?

18:27 Roman: *blows a kiss at Virgil* Thank you!

18:28 Virgil: Too much pressure.

18:29 Logan: Oh, I’m sorry. Except I’m not! Are the deadlines really the cause of that pressure, or is it… I don’t know… *quickly* Roman’s inability to perform adequately?

18:35 Roman: *offended gasp* No!

18:37 Virgil: Well- it’s a little of that.

18:38 Roman: *weird shocked noise[?]* What??

18:40 Logan: Exactly, boom.

18:40 Virgil: Look dude, doesn’t it make sense to think you have something to do with this? The issue has to do with creating content and his pride? That’s a lot of you.

18:48 Roman: Well pardon me, Vomit-y Central, but when were either of you the experts on creative content? Who are you to criticize my work??

18:58 Virgil: Oh my gosh, what is up your butt?

19:00 Roman: An arm!

19:00-19:34

THOMAS: Okay, I think it’s clear that pointing fingers is getting us nowhere. So let’s avoid that

PATTON: [Pointing at Thomas] Agreed. Oh, butterfingers!

VIRGIL: [Muttering] That’s not what butterfingers means

THOMAS: Logan, would it be fair to say that with all of this arguing, order is not actually being obtained?

LOGAN: Perhaps we are in a state of disorder because no one is adhering to my instruction

THOMAS: Okay, okay, well, okay, I’m - I’m happy to hear you out, then. What do you think we should do, Logan?

PATTON: Yeah, Logan, help us out, what can you tell us about learning new things about ourselves?

19:34-19:58

LOGAN: Well, it all goes back to the point you made earlier, Patton. Asking the right question: why?

ROMAN: That’s right, today’s video is brought to you by the letter “Y”

LOGAN: No, stop it, stop it, the question “why,” W-H-Y. “Why?” So much of what you feel, Thomas, comes down to whether or not your actions are aligning with your goals.

PATTON: Oh! I think I get it!

LOGAN: What?

PATTON: Yeah!

19:58 - 20:12 [Cut Scene]

[Electric Company Bit: Profiles of Patton and Thomas]

PATTON: Why do you make videos?

THOMAS: Because they’re fun

PATTON: Why did you make it a job?

THOMAS: So I could support myself, and so I could try bigger things

PATTON: Why did your old friend’s question stick with you?

THOMAS: Because…

[End cut scene]

20:12-20:42

THOMAS: Because I always wonder if I’m doing the right thing for a living

LOGAN: Okay, interesting! Elaborate on that. And nobody do any puppet bits

PATTON: Well, that was from The Electric Company

LOGAN: [Waving arms at Patton] Shhhhhh. Thomas?

THOMAS: I don’t know, I guess… As far as I know, we have one life, and I guess I have doubts about… whether or not I’m making the most of mine.

LOGAN: Okay! We’re getting somewhere. Expand upon those doubts

THOMAS: Oh man, um, I… I don’t even know where to go from there

20:42-21:02

LOGAN: I mean if you asked me, I could certainly list off several factors that could be contributing to your doubts.

[Cut to Thomas, then Patton, then Roman all silently looking around as well. No one responds]

LOGAN: If you asked me, I could… gladly share them

THOMAS: [Sigh]

ROMAN: Welp

VIRGIL: [Sigh]

LOGAN: Just lemme know if you want to hear what I have to say

21:02-21:45 epilepsy warning

VIRGIL: Hey Logan, can you list off some of those factors you mentioned?

LOGAN: I’m glad you asked, Virgil. Firstly, there’s no job security, I mean, people fall out of public favor very quickly

VIRGIL: One! One cause of unease, ah ah ah [lightning flash]

LOGAN: You’re balancing a great deal of responsibilities. People have limits; perhaps you can’t continue at this pace indefinitely

VIRGIL: Two! Two nervous thoughts, ah ah ah [lightning flash]

LOGAN: Your work is inessential. Several may claim that they have been [air quotes] “inspired” by one thing you’ve said or another, but who’s to say they couldn’t have found the inspiration they needed elsewhere?

VIRGIL: Three. Three depressing speculations, ah ah ah [lightning flash]

LOGAN: And oh, oh! I can think of another one. No one takes you seriously!

PATTON: [Audible gasp]

VIRGIL: Four. Four uncomfortable characters in this room right now.

THOMAS: Logan, is that really what you think?

LOGAN: Thomas, I have held back my opinions for too long, and that’s obviously not benefiting you. I refuse to withhold my perspective any longer. You need to get a real job.

ROMAN: Hey, yeah! Like being a movie star!

LOGAN: No! A real job.

VIRGIL: Sheesh, you sloppily eat some jam, accidentally make a few puns and now you’re all sensitive about not being taken seriously?

LOGAN: [Interrupting] I’m not a joke! I mean, I can’t be thought of as such. Because there will be times in which I must be heeded and given our current circumstances, I clearly haven’t been. So I’m saying what must be said. I can’t tolerate this foolishness any longer. [To Thomas] You need to change your life around.

VIRGIL: Logan, I appreciate what you bring to the table and all, but the thing you just recommended would be a massive change in Thomas’ life sooo I kinda hate you a little bit right now andddd shut your dirty mouth

LOGAN: Ah, typical

THOMAS: I don’t know, Virge, maybe he’s right. Maybe that’s the cause of all this

VIRGIL: Thomas, don’t start. I have plenty of hate to go around

PATTON: Ohhh very funny, Virgil, you cute little muppet! Thomas, you know he doesn’t mean it. And Logan, that was… helpful! When the chips were down, you brought up some very meaty points, you ol’ crackerjack, but this stuff is more than just silly or cheesy, and I’m sorry I keep bringing up food, it’s just the inside of this bag smells like first grade lunch in the cafeteria and so many memories!

ROMAN: [Snaps] Patton, stay with us

23:17

PATTON: Sorry! Boy, I really milked that bit, wakawaka!

ROMAN: (stares in silence, before taking a deep breath) What I think Patton is trying to say is that Logan’s just proven that he’s the worst, and that he’s been the thorn in your side all along

VIRGIL: Could you even contribute like an ounce of constructive input to our conversation today, Dr. Doo-the-Most?

ROMAN: Okay, why don’t you just go get lost in a dryer

VIRGIL: You know, Roman, it’s just too bad your brain isn’t as big as that chin

ROMAN: Well you smell like FOOT!

THOMAS: Roman-

ROMAN: No, Thomas, I know. That wasn’t helpful. In truth, I do feel bad

THOMAS: You do?

ROMAN: Yes

VIRGIL: Well then maybe you should say you’re sorry

ROMAN: You’re right

VIRGIL: Oh, really?

ROMAN: Logan-

VIRGIL: Okay

ROMAN: -earlier, I made you angry. I do that quite a bit, actually. I provoke you, and you retaliated with violence… like a stupid caveman. But! I am responsible for my actions and my actions alone. So, I’m sorry.

LOGAN: Oh, well. That’s. Very kind.

ROMAN: Okay, well, I gave that a shot. I still feel bad.

PATTON: Well, why not try expressing your feelings in a way that makes sense for you?

24:27

ROMAN: Well, that might work. Let’s see (clears throat, then gestures to his right) Maestro?

[MUSIC STARTS]

[Singing] So you’ve gone and called someone stupid And in response, they damaged your eye But, there is where the conflict must end Lest you both end up blind

LOGAN: [Speaking] Another song? Really?

ROMAN: [Singing] Sometimes, the problems at play Are not all plain to see So, we lash out at our loved ones Disregarding our bond sanctity PATTON: There are several sides to us that may seem abstract at first Until we discover where everything fits And, people can be like a half-missing puzzle set As we find the pieces, things make more and more sense THOMAS: Nice imagery, but I'm not sure I follow.

25:27 - 26:00

PATTON: Well I’ll give you an example.

PATTON: [Singing] I had this problem where I’d often hide my less than awesome feelings so when I would feel like sobbing I’d just smile and crack jokes! I thought that that was coping. Only joking, never showing sadness, hoping it would go away.

LOGAN: [Spoken] Did that work?

PATTON: [Singing] Nope! I still felt bad

ROMAN: [Spoken] Aw pat..

PATTON: [Singing] It’s okay

THOMAS: [Spoken] How’s that?

PATTON: [Singing] Everybody gets sad. Even dads that have people to care for! And therefore- You don’t have to hide your pain. Life without rainy days is incomplete!

PATTON: [Speaking] Or, like not even a thing, you know? Rain goes to plants, plants feed animals, plant-eating animals feed animal-eating animals, and humans feed animals corn and inject them with hormones until they can barely walk anymore

THOMAS: Patton?

PATTON: Yes?

THOMAS: How does all that relate to rain?

PATTON: Oh, right! Rainy days. Forgot what I was talking about. Umm... putting it simply, rain is a necessary piece of the puzzle that is, uh, life.

LOGAN: So true. Are we done singing, or is this just one of those musical interludes?

26:22

VIRGIL: On the subject of storm clouds because, you know, you need storm clouds to... make... rain. I'm just gonna get into it. [Singing] You once knew me as real gloomy This weird spooky broody dude Because I knew you'd listen to me As too scary to ignore I thought that I could take it All the hate could just be shaken But when you lo-- care for someone Not much hurts more than their scorn I also felt bad

ROMAN: [Speaking] Come, now

VIRGIL: [Singing] In a different way

THOMAS: [Speaking] Different how?

VIRGIL: [Singing] By bad I mean, well, mean But I did what I thought that I had to Which is bad, too I don't have to act all tough

THOMAS: Sometimes love is enough

PATTON: Or what we need

27:00 [END]

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The Arrangement: CEO’s Son/Dom!Shawn x Black Sub Reader Chapter 7

a/n: this is like my favorite chapter so far. I feel like I’ve been waiting this whole story to ge tot watch these two interact in this way. I hope it comes across as authentic. I worked really hard on the pacing for this story. You all have been incredibly kind to me lately with feedback for this story and I sincerely hope you keep it coming. It is without a doubt the brightest part of my days recently. Thank you so much for that. K bye.

WARNINGS: sex without a condom (gotta wrap it before you tap it). mentioned of white supremacy, racism, and micro-aggressions.

*Shawn’s point of view*

Nothing ever simultaneously works out. It never all gets to be perfect. His life had been a memoir with that exact theme and yet somehow he always let himself forget. Y/n leaves and he somehow has a date with her. A date. Not a hookup. Not some elaborate set up to make her cum. A date. With like conversation and personality. He hadn’t been on a date in years. And sure he knew he was really good at sex, but that didn’t mean shit about being able to actually hold a conversation. She was lightyears above him mentally, and he had no idea how he was going to manage to not fuck it up. But he had a date. She said yes. And that within itself was a win. So of course something in his life was going to have to go to shit. Hold that thought.

Brian makes it back sometime between his gym run and a shower. By the time he gets out, the asshole is sitting on his couch fucking up his kill rate on COD.

“Move over, jerkoff! And switch to two player.” He grunted plopping down on the couch beside him.

“Jeez, bro take it down a couple notches. I am nursing a hangover from the depths of hell over here.”

“Not my fault you can’t ever handle your liquor.”

“Well Melanie seemed to think I handled it just fine.”

“Melanie sounds like she’s still never had an orgasm before.”

Brian punched him in the bicep which only resulted in him returning the favor. Idiot.

“Not all of us sneak our hookups in in the middle of the night.”

He rolled his eyes fingers smashing on the controller.

“I didn’t sneak anyone. It’s my fucking apartment you idiot.”

“Yea, sure, whatever. Did you at least hook up with someone new?”

His fingers stumbled on the joystick, sending his player headfirst into a grenade. Lovely.

“No. No I didn’t.”

Brian looked over at him. “You fucked the same girl again?”

“I don’t think we should be equating Melanie and y/n here. y/n is a woman. A grown ass woman. Trust me, she never lets me forget.” He snorted.

“What is up with you and this chick? You never fuck the same person twice.”

He supposed now was as good a time as any. He actually was going to need shit for brains’ advice.

“I like her okay! I like her. And we hooked up last night but it was...it was different. I didn’t tell her what to do. I didn’t pull out any bells or whistles. I just...We just had sex. And she kissed me like she liked me too. So I asked her on a date.”

“A DATE?! I haven’t seen you go on a date since you were like a child!!”

“No shit, jackass. I’m going to need every fucking ounce of help I can get. And that includes your ass, unfortunately.”

“Stop pretending you don’t love me bitch. Now tell me how you plan to get a thirty year old woman who isn’t on drugs to actually enjoy spending time with your sorry ass.”

What are best friends for?

***

*y/n’s point of view*

y/n: I HAVE A DATE.

y/n: I NEED YOU HERE ASAP

Tiana: Oh shit. K. omw.

The last time you went on a date was in 2016, what some might call the beginning of Armageddon. After a slew of horrid dates, you had been completely and totally ready to throw in the towel. But then this cute guy came out of nowhere. He was nice, sweet, not very funny but in a way that made you laugh. He was also persistent enough to not take no for an answer, without it making you uncomfortable. No immediate red flags. So you went on the damn date. And all was well. It wasn’t an earth shattering date, but you weren’t not enjoying his company. And then it happened.

I just really think Trump will genuinely make America great again ya know?

You nearly choked on a piece of lettuce.

“Really bruh? In front of my salad?”

“No just hear me out though. Is he unorthodox, sure. But Hillary? Hillary and those emails. It just wouldn’t have worked.”

“I absolutely understand what you mean.”

“You do?” He smiled.

“Yep. CHECK PLEASE!”

“Bitch we do not have time for you to disassociate I am trying to make a wing here!” Tiana huffed.

You rolled your eyes and reached for your phone working to still your features so that Tianna could continue with your makeup.

y/n: Are you a republican?

Shawn: Well thank you for asking, I’ve had a lovely day. How was yours?

y/n: I’m serious.

Shawn: I’m Canadian.

“Shit. I’m so stupid.” You whined.

Tiana tugged at your chin. “Not stupid. But NOT still.”

“Sorry, ti.”

y/n: Would you have voted for Trump if you could have?

Shawn: No. No I wouldn’t have. What kind of a person do you think I am?

y/n: Idk. idk. I just needed to be sure. It never came up when you were tying my arms behind my back.

Shawn: You didn’t mention political discourse as one of your kinks. Is there something I should know before tonight?

y/n: No. It’s fine. I swear. Just haven’t been on a date in a really long time. And my last one didn’t go so well.

Shawn: It’s been a long time for me too. But I’d really like to have a go at it, if that’s okay with you?

y/n: yea, I’d like that. Should I meet you at your place still?

Shawn: Actually I’m gonna pick you up. I’ll be at your place at 7?

y/n: Oh. Okay.

“Hmmm.”

“Hmmm what? What’d he say?” Tiana asked.

“I’m not meeting at his place anymore. He’s picking me up.”

“Well where is he taking you?”

“If I knew that, Ti would I be sitting here in a ball of anxiety?!”

Tianna dropped her eyeliner brush and reach instead for the body lava. All hail Rihana.

“I sure hope he dicks you unconscious for a few hours. You have got to relax, sis.” She giggled. “It’s going to be alright, okay? He likes you. You like him. Let that be enough for right now.”

“Okay. Okay. Just...make my titties sparkle? Please?”

“Lord, chile. You don’t pay me enough.” She snorted.

Friendship!

***

Shawn: I’m here. Do you want me to come up?

y/n: No need! Here I come.

Outside your apartment building is one of those SUV hummer situations that you only ever rode in when you were visiting one of your artists on tour. Shawn is standing outside the door of the vehicle, and you can’t help but pause right there in the middle of the sidewalk. He traded the black jeans for a black slack that hones in on the fact that he’s most definitely not wearing a chelsea boot for the first time ever. They’re dress shoes. Like proper, wing tips. And he’s wearing a short sleeve button up with yellow, black, and white stripes. There are enough buttons undone to see the way that his rosary necklace melted into the firmness of his chest nestled amongst the most sinful amount of chest hair. God, where the hell had they made this one at? And how the hell did he wind up at my front door?

“Hi.” He smiled, legs crossed and chest broad. “You look really beautiful.”

You peered down at the jumpsuit you’d picked out with Tiana’s help. It was a really pretty shimmery gold color and the entire back was cut out too. In hindsight, it didn’t seem nearly as impressive as to what he was wearing now.

“Thank you. You look pretty beautiful yourself. Really showed me up tonight.”

He laughed. “Yea, sure. Come on, it’s cold out. Let’s get going.”

In the car, there’s a bottle of champagne and one of the playlists that you recognized from Shawn’s apartment is playing softly in the background. He pours each of you a glass, your legs somehow knotting simply together on the floor of the car. It’s weird in that it’s not like a first date in the traditional sense. You put his balls in your mouth for one. He licked orgasms out of you like ice cream. But the nerves are still there. You find that you care about what he thinks of you, of how he feels about you. That’s new. And scary.

“So uh...where are we going?” You asked between sips of champagne.

He bites his lip and looks nervously over at you. It’s a new look for him. But one that you find solace in.

“Would you be angry at me if I said it was a surprise?”

You raised an eyebrow. “No. But I would be curious as to what that surprise is.”

“Don’t worry. You’ll know soon enough.”

“I think I heard that line one time. I think Hannibal Lector said it.”

He rolled his eyes and threw his head back and you wished it didn’t make you giggle, but it does.

“Funny.” He smirked hiding behind his glass. “I just wanna impress you a little bit. Is that okay?”

“You wanna impress lil ole me huh?” You smiled. “That’s sweet.”

“Just a little.”

He licked his bottom lip and his hand inched its way up your knee. He was warm. Way too warm to not have your body react a little. Rude.

“Whatever happened to your friend from the other morning? Am I taking you away from him?”

“Oh Brian?” He snickered. “He’s just happy he’s got my place to himself. He couldn’t believe I was going on a date at all.”

“Tiana either.” You snorted.

“Yea? She try and convince you not to go out with me?”

“She is...surprisingly Pro-you for some reason. Must have something to do with me not having enough time to be a bitch as work with our arrangement and everything.”

“Hmmm. Well it’s nice to know I’ve got one person on my team. Maybe by the end of the night I can win you over too.”

“Maybe.” You smiled.

The car eventually rolls to a stop, and you’re not even aware of how long you’ve been talking. All the nerves that you couldn’t actually be together without the sex part sort of faded away. He could make you laugh. He could hold your attention. And you could offer him the same. Just when you were starting to think that it was all going to be fine? Shawn came to open your door.

Your heels touched gently to the ground and you let him pull you from the car. Behind him was not a restaurant. Not a bar. Not even a fucking hotel. Nope. Instead you were stood right in front of Mendes Industries’ private jet and a fucking flight attendant with a bag in her hands that looks surprisngly like your Louis Vitton. Fucking Tiana.

“What the hell. Shawn, what the hell?!” You gasped. “What is this?”

“You were concerned about people seeing us right? Well no one’s gonna see us. No one but the locals.”

“The locals?! I can’t--I can’t just fly away with you Shawn. I have responsibilities. I have a--a job.”

He reached for your hands, which tended to do a lot of movement when you were flustered, and stilled them by placing them on his shoulders.

“Listen to me,” He murmured silencing you. “It’s already set. Tiana canceled all of your meetings for three days. It’s just three days. Look I...I really like you, okay? More so than I know what to do with right now. And I think that you like me too. Do you like me?”

“Y--Yea! Yea, of course I do. That’s not really the point is it?”

“It is. Just get on the plane. Please? I just wanna take you out. Let me take you out.”

You peered up at him, all soft brown eyes and chiseled everything else. He had really come along out of nowhere. It was incredibly disorientating, and intoxicating. You lived your life by a planner, a set time for every hour by the hour. And here he was asking you to throw that all away, to let yourself be something else for a chance. And it wasn’t all that different from what he asked of you in the bedroom. Just let go. Release.

You sighed. “You know when most guys ask to take a girl out? They don’t mean out of the state.”

“I’m not like other guys.” He shrugged.

“No shit. Where are you taking me, white boy?” You groaned letting him steer you towards the plane.

“Try to contain your excitement.” He snorted. “Remember that time we had sex in the back of a storage room during Khalid’s video shoot?”

You smiled awkwardly at the flight attendant and knocked your arm into his shoulder.

“Oh please. We’ve had this jet since I was fifteen. I’m almost positive my dad has done some incredibly sketchy shit on here. Martha knows all. Thank you Martha!”

He leads you to a seat. There’s more champagne. You don’t know how you got here. This man was wild.

“Get to the point, maybe?”

“Right. We hooked up in the storage closet, and you told me that story about how you missed your high school trip to Rome because your mom was having heart problems and couldn’t afford it with the medical bills? You had a Lizzie Mcguire fantasy and everything.”

“I was drunk that night. Khalid had just gotten his first number one.”

“So you don’t want me to take you to Rome?” He asked.

“ROME?!”

“Rome.”

“....Who are you?!”

He chuckled. “I’m just a guy standing here asking a girl to let me take her on a little trip.”

“Oh my god. He quotes romcoms. This is too much.”

“Just relax sweetheart. We’re about to do liftoff.”

Jesus Christ.

***

*Shawn’s point of view*

He’s a little worried that he may have broken her. Maybe it was too much too fast. He should’ve just taken her to fucking dinner like a normal person. The problem was he wasn’t normal. And she sure as hell wasn’t normal either. She was so different from anyone he’d ever been with before. He wanted to spend time with her. And the last thing in the world he wanted was her to think about his dad while she was with him. He could tell that it bothered her more than she was willing to admit, and he just needed them to be on equal footing. What said equal footing like going to a country where neither of them spoke the language. Tiana had given him the green light when she agreed to change y/n’s schedule around and even pack her a bag. It seemed like maybe it might go well.

She calms down after her first glass of champagne, and sits more comfortably into the seat next to him, her legs folded so that her knees poked gently at his thigh. She was closer, close enough for him to smell her perfume and he kind of loved it.

“So are first dates the one’s where we spill all of our dirty laundry, or is that the second one?” She asked.

He chuckled and laid his hand on her thigh. She smiles at him, so he doesn’t pull away.

“Your guess is as good as mine. Do your worst, woman.”

She situates herself a little more gently into the chair, chin propped up on her palm. He gets lost in the glitter on her collarbones and neck.

“Why haven’t you been on a date in a long time?” She asked.

Heavy first question. But he told her to do her worst.

“Well I uh...the last date I went on was with my girlfriend of about two years. And on said date she told me that she had been sleeping with a producer at Atlantic records for six months, and that he was going to share her demo. So, she didn’t need me anymore.” He shrugged around a sip of champagne.

“Two years? Two fucking years before she pulled that shit? That’s fucked.” She said. “I’m sorry.”

“Yea. It was really heavy at the time. Blamed my dad for a lot of it, even if it probably wasn’t his fault this time. But ever since then I just thought it might be easier to stick to the meaningless sex route.”

She nodded. “I fuck that up for you a little bit?”

“You have no idea.” He grinned rubbing his thumb along her chin. “I should’ve known the second I caught you checking me out at that party.”

“Excuse me? For the last time I was not ‘checking you out’. I was simply observing that snooze fest your father put on.”

“I was checking you out.” He admitted honestly. “I asked my dad to introduce us. I just knew I had to have you. And then I spoke to you and I found out you were trouble, and you weren’t going to take any of my shit. I should’ve known then.”

It’s a lot softer than anything he’s ever admitted before, and every time that he remembers that this is more, that they’re trying to become more, it makes his heart stutter in his chest. But she leans her head against his seat and she smiles at him like it means something to her to be open, to be vulnerable. And that alone is enough to get him to lean in.

“So maybe....maybe I was looking in your direction.” She says softly. “I’d heard of you. I’d just never actually seen you in person before. And maybe I was curious.”

“Curious?!” He laughed. “Okay. Curious. We can call it that; I’ll take it. Your turn. Worst date. Spill.”

She groaned softly and slid a little deeper into her seat, head fitting perfectly against his shoulder.

“I accidentally went to dinner with a Trump supporter.”

“Accidently?” He snorted.

“Don’t laugh asshole! It was thoroughly traumatic for me. I just thought that logically a white supremacist would not be interested in asking me, a black woman, on a date. I forgot that logic is not in their wheelhouse. It was awful.”

“Now your texts make a lot more sense.” He chuckled reaching his arm to pat her cheek. “That enough to take you out the game, aye?”

“I don’t know man...the world is fucking scary right now.” She sighed. “Sometimes it feels like there’s no one we can trust, like there’s no one who doesn’t have it out for us. It’s not just political agendas. It’s my safety. It really is that deep. It has to be.”

It’s this moment where she’s offering more of herself than she had in the entire time that he’d known her. Y/n was beautiful and sexy and intelligent, but there was also always this aura of mystery around her. Like she wasn’t quite ready to share herself, didn’t know if she could. And he wanted to find his way on the other side of that. He wanted to know her better than she knew herself. And he wants to cherish any moment where she’s willing to let him try that.

“I understand.” He paused and closed his eyes feeling maybe a little flustered and out of his element. “I mean I don’t. I know that I don’t, that I couldn’t but..I hear what you’re saying. And I believe you. I would like to know more at some point. If you’re willing to share it with me.”

Her eyes flicker over to his and they’re wide and brilliant and he wants to kiss her so bad.

“You do?” She checked.

He nodded and chanced reaching to pull her face a little closer, palm resting against her cheek.

“I do.”

She kisses him and it feels like the sun. It feels like everything.

***

*y/n’s point of view*

Rome is kind of perfect. It’s not so hot that you’ve got to cover yourself in deodorant, but the sun is still pretty and bold in the sky. The hotel he takes you to has an entire terrace open for your access with those flowy ass curtains you only saw in cheesy 80’s pop music videos. There are couches that might as well be beds there so soft and plush. You touch down in the middle of the night and there’s not much to do but keep talking to each other, keep touching each other. You take your shoes off and sit out on the couches wrapped in blankets with another bottle of champagne. If the redness in his cheeks is anything to go off of, he’s just as tipsy as you, and it means that it’s not weird when you lean into him. No one’s gonna say anything for letting him hold you.

“It’s four am right now.” You giggled hiding your face in his neck. “It’s so beautiful here.”

“Do you like it?”

“Yea. I really do. I always wanted to come here. I can’t believe this is our first date.”

“I wanted it to be special for you. You deserve that.”

“Since when?” You asked so thoroughly confused by everything that he was. “I mean, yes. I definitely deserve this but...when you did you realize that you want it to be more than what we were? I thought you just wanted to fool around?”

“I did.” He whined stubbornly tracing your nose with his thumb. “I really did. But...you are very good at sex.” You laughed and he smiled. “I’m serious! One of the best partners I’ve ever had. And sometimes when our bodies were moving I just got lost in you. Like you were a fucking beautiful ass star capturing me with your light. And then you stopped arguing with me so much and just letting me be like...a friend to you? And then Miami happened and I just--I wanted to be with you. And I realized that I wanted to be with you as a person, even when we weren’t having sex. I was scared. Until I realized that you liked me too. Then I got my confidence back.”

“Oh lord not your confidence.” You rolled your eyes.

“You have got to stop acting like you are not all up on this okay? I see the way you stare at me, honey. It’s okay. Let yourself give in to Mendes Magic!”

“I am officially not attracted to you anymore.” You snorted going to pull away.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and tackled you down to the couch. Your laughter poured out into the night as his fingers dug into your belly. You laugh until your stomach aches. Until there’s tears in your eyes. Until he kisses you and you feel it in your toes. Until the only thing you can think about, feel, smell, is him. And you melt like that against the couch.

***

Rome is beautiful. It’s the most beautiful place you’ve ever been. The sun rises in the sky and you’re up immediately tugging Shawn out of bed. There’s breakfast at this little place near the hotel that looks out over buildings that were unlike anything you’d ever thing. Everything was historic and rustic and so endlessly different from everything you’d seen before. It was really like something straight out of a movie with cobblestone walkways and buildings that were works of art themselves. It’s wild. It would be wild on any day of the week. That was before you looked over your glass of wine to this guy smiling at you like the beauty of the city around him meant nothing in comparison to looking at you.

You liked him. Shit you liked him a lot. And every time he looked you in the eye and hung on every word you said? It just blew you even further away. And you kept trying to remind yourself how unrealistic it all was. You were thirty afterall. The two of you were in different times in your life. He was still holding on to every word his dad said. You had plans for your life, for your career. It was hard to figure out whether or not he could fit into those plans. And maybe that wasn’t first date type of thinking, but hello! He took your ass to Rome. None of it was normal. So you walked a little faster, tried to hold harder to the moments that you had to share. Cause why not?

“Hey can we slow down for a sec?” He asked as you pulled him towards your third museum of the day.

You frowned. “I wanna see the ruins.”

“We can. I promise. Just let’s sit down for a second, yea?”

You’d been walking all morning, stopping at every nook and cranny that you came across. It was a three day trip anyway. You had no idea when you’d ever be back, if you ever would be back. But there’s something special about the company too. You remind yourself that he’s the reason you’re there. The vacation, though amazing, was really just an opportunity to be with him.

“Yea, of course.”

He tugged you to a little corner of these big huge steps that were filled with people just sitting down, chatting, eating their lunches. The second you’re no longer standing on your feet is a little bit like heaven.

“Okay make you were right.” You sighed wiggling your toes. “I’m tired.”

“Well that’s good. I was starting to think you were a robot.” He chuckled. “I’m glad I packed tennis shoes.”

You peered down at his feet and quickly laced your legs with his where the white tennis shoes stuck out in contrast to his black jeans.

“They look so funny on you. I like them. You’re cute.”

He smiled over at you. “I’m cute, aye?”

“You heard me.”

“Yea, well maybe I wanna hear you say it again.” He murmured taking your cheek into his hand.

“You’re cute.” You whispered before pressing your lips together.

You had yet to get over this new style of kissing. The way he rubbed so softly at your cheek you got goosebumps. The way his tongue could make you feel like time was slowing down. Almost like there was nothing left here. Nothing but the two of you and the way you could make each other feel. It was maybe the best feeling in the world.

“You’re beautiful.” He murmured when the kiss had ended, forehead pressed against yours. “I can’t believe you’re here with me right now.”

“I can’t believe you whisked me away to a different country for our first date.” She hummed. “What are you hiding? Do you have a third nipple or something? A serial killer perhaps?”

“Why are you so insistent on me killing people?” He laughed. “And you’ve seen all of my body at this point. If there was a third nipple don’t you think you would’ve seen it?”

“Well you’ve got me there. But statistically speaking at least fifty percent of all murders probably fit your description, honey. I’m just being realistic. I’ve seen what you can do with rope.”

He rolled his eyes and he found that it made you smile. And so he tended to do it more and more often. That’s kinda how you knew you were fucked.

“What do you say we go see these ruins of yours, find some pasta, and fuck until we fall asleep?”

“As long as it’s in that order!” You gasped tugging him back to his feet to continue your wild adventure of the day.

***

*Shawn’s point of view*

He’s got a new kink. And it’s definitely her calling him baby when he’s inside her. It is without a doubt the sexiest thing she could do for him. Which makes so little sense. How fucking soft had she turned him in a few short months? This is where he was now, almost blowing his load because a woman called him baby. It’s not just a woman though. It’s her. Holy fuck it’s her, and the sound of her voice is like directly tied to his dick or something. Shit.

The couches on the terrace are perfect for sex in broad daylight. It’s completely secluded to just them, but anyone at the other hotels around would easily be able to hear them if they opened a window. It’s just another thing that seems to get them both hot and bothered. Her body is a dream. And he doesn’t need to tie her up to get lost in her. (Even if he really, really liked tying her up). All he needs is the feel of her body against his and his hands to direct her where he wants her to go, where he needs her to go for both of them to explode.

“Fuck.Honey you’re dripping. You’re dripping all over my dick.” He groaned tugging her thighs more ruggedly against his own.

“Baby I--I wanna cum.” She gasped, voice breathy and chaotic as her hips bucked like a fucking dream. “I wanna cum on it. Please?”

“It’s yours. Cum on it. Make yourself cum.”

He reached around her waist to grind his fingers deep into her clit. Her ass began to bounce against him, quick and sharp and rugged. He’s barely holding on by a thread. And then she starts to squeeze down on him, her hips working to bring herself to her own climax, and he’s already done for.

“Fuck! I’m cumming.”

His fingers work harder on her clit, dropping down to his knees to drive desperately into her with everything he’s got left inside of him. It thrusts her over the back of the couch and he plasters himself against her back grinding tightly with everything that he’s got.. When she cums it’s just another accomplishment, another moment of making her feel good. It’s all he’s ever really wanted since they met.

“Holy fucking shit.” She gasped collapsing against his chest. “So good.”

“Yea? Still think I can’t dom you and date you at the same time?”

“Shhhh. No one has time for you sir, I can’t feel my legs.”

He nuzzled his way into her neck placing kisses against the skin. His arms were still wrapped around her and her fingers were playing in his hair. It was different than their usual hook ups, for sure. But, he liked it. He liked feeling close to her. He liked touching her and feeling her heart beat beneath his finger tips. Did she know how amazing she was?

“You want me to go get a towel?” He asked softly, pecking at her ear.

She hummed. “Not yet. Don’t leave yet.”

God he was ruined. Just like that.

“Yea okay.”

***

She hops in the shower and he has every intention of following her, of maybe pressing her into the shower door and fucking her until the glass breaks. But then his phone starts ringing and she giggles and runs off leaving his dick to twitch against his thigh. He was stupid on her. Aboslutely idiotic. And whoever was getting in the way of his idiocy was about to get an ear full.

“There better be someone dying!” He huffed eyes still very much on the shower where perhaps the most beautiful woman alive was waiting for him.

“That can be arranged. Can you explain to me why I had to find out from Tiffany that your half whit ass is in Rome right now instead of New York?” His dad roared.

Remember that whole things falling apart narrative? Surprise.

“Shit. Dad look I..I just needed to get away for awhile okay?”

“On the comapny fucking jet nonetheless?!”

“That jet has been open to family members as long as I’ve been alive. Since when is it even a problem?”

“Since you’ve been on that jet more than you’ve been in my office. I am tired of trying to explain this to you Shawn. The rules are very simple. You work for me, you do a good job, you get your inheritance. If you don't, you know what happens Shawn. Is that what you want, to make me have to do that to you?”

“Look Dad I,” He let his voice drop softer, shyer. “It’s not what it looks like. This isn’t just me fucking off okay? I--I like someone. Like really like them. And I just wanted to impress her. She’s different. And I wanted her to like me. This isn’t one of my hookups, I swear.”

He hadn’t liked someone in so long, hadn’t even come close to what he was feeling for y/n. Even though his dad was a dick and they had fought since the time he was eleven, there was still a part of him that yearned for his approval. It was hard not to get caught up in what the world knew his dad to be. It was hard not to feel like if he could just make him proud, just make him happy, then everything would be okay. He hadn’t been that naive in a long time, but it still pulled at him every now and again.

Manny sighed. “Great, son. That doesn’t help the fact that you went behind my back and are continuously neglecting your duties.”

“I--I’m not though. Niall is sitting at sixteen songs as we speak. You only wanted twelve remember? I convinced the producers to look into doing a deluxe edition. That’s gonna make the label happy, Niall happy, and it’s more money for you right? I’m back in LA in a week to work on the roll out for Sarah Leone to the press. I’m kind of working my ass off here. I’m doing everything you wanted.”

“Look whatever just get your ass back to New York, okay?” He muttered.

“I’ll be back in two days.”

“Shawn.”

“Two days. I’ll be back in two days, and I’ll keep living in this hell of a life you’ve set up for me , alright? See you then.”

He tossed his phone back onto the bed in frustration. The noose tightened a little in his absence, sick and tired of always fighting and always losing. It seemed like no matter what happiness he carved out for himself, he was always going to have to return home. Maybe he was kidding himself. Maybe there was no winning in this life.

He stands there for like forty-five seconds feeling sorry for himself, and just fully like a piece of shit. And then he hears her. It’s soft and gentle and sweet. He moves a little closer to the bathroom, the door still open and her naked body visible through the foggy glass door. She’s singing.

“I’m like a bird, I’ll only fly away.” She cooed softly. “I don’t know where my soul is, I don’t know where my home is.”

Her voice was soulful and low, her fingers cupping her breasts and rolling down over her hips as she sang. It really kind of hit him in his heart. He leaned against the edge of the doorway, head lolling back for support at this gorgeous sound coming out of this gorgeous woman. The music lover in him just wanted to sit on the floor and listen to her all day, it was so pretty. Maybe map out some harmonies for the two of them. And the fact that he could see the smile on her lips as she sang only made his heart feel two times too big for his sturnemum. He wasn’t ready for the way that she could make him feel. He thought he’d known that, thought he was preparing himself. Not so much. He wasn’t sure one could prepare themselves for a woman like y/n. Maybe that was his lesson to learn.

She catches sight of him out of the corner of her eye and her lips glue firmly shut. He practically pouts when she stops singing. His arms crossed against his chest tighten in dissatisfaction.

“What are you doing?” She whined leaning her head out of the shower.

He shrugged. “Was just listenin’. You didn’t tell me you sang.”

“You didn’t ask. And I don’t. I was just...humming.”

“Humming?” He laughed softly. “Okay. Well you hum beautifully.”

“Well thank you, I suppose. Was your phone call okay?”

“No. Not quite but, I’m good now. Can I wash your back for you maybe?”

“Yea. Boy, you ain’t gotta ask to wash my back. Come on!”

He steps back into the steam of the shower and it’s like nothing exists but the two of them. And he just really wants to keep it that way for a little while longer. If only for a little while longer.

***

They’re lying on a hotel bed that’s so soft it feels like they’re sinking. After another glorious round of sex he found himself tangled in the sheets beside her. Their heads at the foot of the bed because that’s the position where he’d made her cum last, and their feet intertwined at the headboard. She’s not looking at him, but instead up at the ceiling. This doesn’t seem to stop him from peering over at her. She’s kind of too beautiful to not look at.

“Can I ask you something?” He hedged carefully.

She peered over at him, eyes warm and sated.

“Yes.”

“I don’t...I really don’t know how to ask, or what to ask. And maybe--maybe I’m gonna come across like some dick, but I don’t wanna do that with you. I want to learn ya know? I want to understand.”

“Shawn?” She pressed getting his attention. “Calm down. Just ask.”

He nodded softly and took a deep breath. His fingers twitched anxiously against his stomach.

“That stuff you said earlier on the plane...you know about--about the trump supporter, and how that made you feel? And then sometimes...sometimes it sounds like you don’t really like white people, which like makes sense right? We’re the worst. But I just...I wanna understand more about...about what that means for you? Fuck. I’m sorry. That sounded dumb just saying it.”

He closes his eyes ready for her to slap him and take his jet all the way back to New York. He thinks maybe he’d deserve it. It wasn’t even that he’d never been with a Black woman before. Black Women were beautiful and ethereal and wonderful. But, even his tiny white man brain could understand that the state of the world was simply a little different nowadays. His mediocre understanding of racism and privilege simply wasn’t enough. And he knew that if he wanted to be with this woman, if he wanted to feel like he deserved to be near her and absorb her intellect, than he should probably do his absolute best to understand the world in which she walked. Because it certainly looked different from his own.

He feels her hand on his chest and his eyes flutter open. She curled her fingers around his own and sent him another gentle smile that made his toes curl at the other end of the bed.

“It’s not dumb.” She assured him. “You’re asking. You might not have the language, but you’re asking. And that means a lot to me, okay? A lot.”

He nodded his head dumbly, eagerly hanging on every word that she said. She lied back once again, her head nestling a little closer to his. She doesn’t let go of his fingers.

“So, I do hate white people sometimes.” She mumbled. “Sometimes in the discourse Black folks will often try to explain that it’s not all white people, it’s just some. And most days I can get there. I can recognize that. But like… that’s not really how it works you know? Even white people who wouldn’t lynch my black ass grew up in a culture that would. Even white folks who might not feel the need to say the n-word grow up in a culture that situates their body, their worth, their value over mine. And even if that’s not your fault, and I can recognize that it isn’t you know? That’s how privilege works, it’s subliminal. But even if it’s not your fault, it doesn’t mean that you don’t benefit. And it definitely doesn’t mean that you haven’t absorbed messages about my inferiority.”

He watches her face the entire time, more specifically the emotions that seem to rush through every pore and every muscle. There’s a bit of agony on her features. A bit of frustration. But as she warms up there’s a freedom to it too. He knows that she’s not editing her words. She’s not doing anything for his benefit. He asked and so she would tell him, in whatever way was meaningful for her.

“White people just...sometimes it really seems like y’all don’t give a shit. I’ve had the cops called on me at the very building that I work at. On the top floor, with some of the most powerful people in show bizz twenty-seven times since I started. To the point where Mike in security has to keep an updated description of me every time I change my hair just in case. I have walked onto sets to manage my artists and been told that the back up dancers are in the trailer around back. Every step I take, every goddamn day, there is always at least one white person there to tell me that I don’t deserve it. That I don’t belong. And the intersections of my blackness with my womanhood mean that I am consistently and constantly facing an uphill battle of two indentities that the world just doesn’t give a fuck about.”

He couldn’t look away from her. Never had he ever seen her be so vulnerable for him. Y/n was always just an inch or two behind a wall, always peeking out to give him glimpses but never really showing herself in her entirety. He watched the way that her chest rose and fell more rapidly, watched the way her fingers tightened around his own, and her eyebrows wrinkled on her forehead. It was anxiety. She was anxious and angry and sad. The way that her lips pointed down and her eyes blinked faster than normal told him as such. It kind of broke his heart.

And it’s all so new for him that the only thing he can do is follow his instincts and hope that either he doesn’t fuck it up, or that maybe she’ll forgive him if he does. So, he rested his head firmer against her and held her hands just as tight like maybe it might root her a little better in this room with him, like maybe she might feel safe with him.

“And the people...the people that do these things to you. That do these racist acts all the time they--they look like me don’t they?”

Her eyes that were trained on the ceiling fell down to meet his again. They’re still sad, but a little softer now.

She nodded slowly a bit of a grin forming on her lips.

“I’ma be honest ain’t nobody walking around looking quite like you but...yes they--they kind of look like you.”

He nodded slowly and tilted his head back to peer up at the ceiling now. There’s an anxiety to it for him too. In asking the questions that he didn’t have answers to, to be vulnerable enough in his ignorance. There’s a desire to get it right because she’s important to him, and then a dread when he realizes the time it will take to get there, and the pain that might cause her along the way.

“Shit y/n...why the hell would you even wanna go out with me? Even I hate me right now.” He sighed.

“That’s just the white guilt talking baby,” She snorted before sobering up quickly. “Look it’s complicated right? Like given my problems with white people and white men in particular, I’m firm enough in my blackness and my identity to recognize everything that I just explained to you, while also recognizing that things are never black and white. No pun intended. I can still love your humanity and your individuality as long as you’re willing to do the same for me. I can recognize that not all white people are the same, that you all think alike. I just need the space to have conversations like this. I need someone who cares enough to learn. Anything else isn't worthy of my time. Either you’re down with me always, even when it isn’t convenient, or you’re not. So, which is it?”

Her eyes are wide and clear. It’s that firmness in the set of her jaw that gets him. She’s dead serious. Either he buys into her, and all of her, or he doesn’t deserve any of her. He can see that. He can understand it. It’s not that he wants her bad enough to “deal” with the rest of it. It’s that he wants her bad enough to understand all of her. He wants to know. Needs to.

“I’m down.” He assured her reaching for her cheek in his palm. “For all of it.”

“You’re sure?” She mumbled with desperate eyes. “Cause if you’re not we can go back New York and just be fuck buddies again. You can still find you some white girl without hundreds of years of internalized genocide and systemic oppression on her shoulders.”

He shook his head and kissed her until the tension melted from her body. Because he needed it to. He needed her belief in him, her trust.

“I’m so damn sure it’s insane. Just want you.” He whispered.

She reached for his lips pulling him back to kiss her again.

“Promise.” She demanded as if it was even an option.

“I promise.”

***

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Character Prologue - Lucifer: Sweet Good Byes

Chronicle: Paris by Night Session Date: 08/29/2020 Platform: Discord Character Prologue - Lucifer: Sweet Good Byes

The tall vampire would be in his room packing for what would seem to be a long trip. His regent, Aisling Sturbridge, had in fact tasked him with figuring out what exactly had happened in Paris. Their Prince had gone missing or absconded elsewhere or something…? She wasn’t that clear on that. Either she knew something and was keeping him in the dark or she truly didn’t know. She had been concerned though and did not want Paris to become a second Vienna. Lucifer was dressed in his usual attire consisting of a silk button up white collard shirt with a just as elaborate dark purple waistcoat. It would look like from a far that he was wearing combat fatigues. Black pants with cargo pockets on the sides with a tall pair of combat boots. Everything seemed to be tailored to fit his frame perfectly. At first, second, or third glance you wouldn’t think he was Tremere at all. He’d turn to his desk and pick up a worn looking journal and some books and place them in the luggage as well, it wasn’t like he’d be able to write or read them on the way. He would then give a long sigh. ”How long are you going to sulk in the corner?”

"Until I get an answer… when were you going to tell me?" Sagan said as he crossed his arms watching the other vampire. Sagan held strong feelings for Lucifer despite his age. But it was also laced with worry especially since travel between cities is not easy, not by plane or by sea. "Lucifer I want a serious answer here, please don’t be smart with me." He pleaded almost, no sass in his voice as he walked over to the man and put a hand on his forearm. Lucifer would look down to his ‘brother’ with a soft smile. He didn’t appear to be upset that the younger vampire had called him by his given name, they were in private after all. “You act like I’ve known for months or weeks.” He’d give a soft sigh. He was well aware of their mutual abandonment issues when Xavier had just disappeared after embracing Sagan. “When I finished packing.” He’d turn at the touch and look the smaller vampire in the eyes. He’d sigh. God dammed those large golden eyes. He’d place a hand under Sagan’s chin and lift his face slightly, contemplating his next words carefully. “I’m not Xavier, kitten, I’m not just going to leave without telling you where I’m going.” "I know that..." he said letting his hands touch the others and almost shuddering. It could have been the high humanity. Either way his hand would reach up and cup Lucifer's cheek, his thumb tracing over the scar and his memories going back to when Lucifer would tell him about the war. "...I just… kindred traveling outside and far is… lets just say it worries me." He said with a sigh. "I just… I don’t want to wake up and find you no longer here with me. You're the only person that is keeping me sane in this… land of undeath." He said before just leaning forward and just putting his arms around the others waist.

Before Lucifer could really react he felt the younger vampire wrap himself around his waist. He’d react, almost instinctively, by wrapping an arm around Sagan and then petting him softly on the head. Lucifer’s fingers slowly running though his hair. “I know Kitten, I know.” He’d say in a soft calming tone. “But there isn’t much I can do about it.” He’d sigh again. “I’ll be back as soon as I can Sagan, I promise.” Lucifer would tilt Sagan’s head up again. “I’ve called in some favors and Agathon said he would help you ion your studies along as you returned the favor.” He’d smile softly down at him. “I’ll try to come back as soon as I can.” "What favors will I have to do?" He asked curiously. Though Sagan was a young vampire in terms of age he wasn’t completely new to the game vampires played. "I just.… favors worry me." He said with concern purring into the other and just closing his eyes. "More Tremere business..." He said with a certain disdain. Lucifer would know about Sagan’s lack of faith with the Pyramid. ”Do you remember that caitiff from Elysium a few nights ago?” Lucifer would gently run his hand over Sagan’s head. “I might’ve told Agathon that if they came to us I’d help him deal with it.” He’d chuckle softly, fingers weaving in and out of his hair. “With me going to Paris I obviously can’t help him.” He’d smile softly at the purrs form the other. “If you help him I’ll owe you something.” "Yeah I think so..." he said trying to remember the caitiff before his eyes lit up and who they were talking about. "So I am to… do what teach the Caitiff? or is it a bad Caitiff problem?" he said sounding uneasy. Lucifer never steered him wrong but at the same time anything involving caitiff was a bit tricky. "And you owe me a favor...?" He said contemplating it. "I mean.… what haven't we d-" He thinks for a moment before stopping. "Hmmm… okay I might have something brewing." Lucifer nodded and smiled when he saw those golden eyes light up. “No.. well not unless you want to.” He’d comment. “There are rumors they might come here asking for help. Just help Agathon should he require it or just sit and watch.” He’d smirk. “I know it’ll be hard not blowing though the allowance you get… but I know you can.” Now it was Lucifer’s turn to have his eyes light up. “If you can save twenty thousand you get another favor.” He’d now look concerned but then smile softly as he kept running his fingers though Sagan’s hair. At least he thought he had something brewing. Considering his allowance… maybe. However to the matter at hand. "… ughh fine. I’m not doing it for the money though. I’m doing it because its another favor from you." He said with his hands interlocking. Though as a neonate the fear of making major moves was apparent on Sagan’s face. Big moves had rewards as well as consequences. "I will help Agathon and this… caitiff as best I can." Lucifer would chuckle. “But you only get it if you can save the money.” He’d let the smaller Tremere take the hand from his head and interlock his fingers with his own. He would still be smiling down softly at the neonate. “Good. Now I’ll be back as soon as I can but I can’t tell you how long I’ll be gone. If anything happens you have my number along with Bruce’s. Just be mindful if you call or text me depending on the time a response might be delayed.” "Okay..." he said looking around real quick before cupping the other vampires cheeks and bringing him down for a sweet and tender kiss. Well it started out sweet and tender. There was passion behind it but nothing that pushed far. Being in his own private room Lucifer wouldn’t’ve resisted Sagan when he had reached up and brush his lips upon his own. He’d even return it. He’d sigh when it ended, almost regretful that they wouldn’t be like this for a while possibility. “Master…” There was a knock at the door. “James?” Bruce could never really get the pronunciation of Jacques quite right so he opted for the English translation,. “If you wish for us to arrive at the same time You will need to depart soon as it will take longer for you to get there then I.” Soon Sagan parted with Lucifer placing his forehead to the others. "Be safe." Lucifer would sigh as his head rested against Sagan. “I cant make any promises but I will try my best Kitten.” He would just give another sigh and look over his shoulder to look at the door. “I’ll be there in a moment.” He’d look back to Sagan. “I gotta go.” "Go get him tiger." He said with a wink. As he watched his vampire lover walk and depart to Paris.

#Paris by Night #PbN #OC: Lucifer Jehantel #Jacques #James #Tremere #Sagan Dusseau #VTM #vampire the masquerade #v5

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percywinchester27 · 4 years

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About a boy (Part-5)

Word count: 2.3K

Warning: Suspense, feels, mention of physical abuse, child-trafficking and bullying

Characters: Dean, Cas, Gabriel, Benny, Michael, OCs and… Sam?

Summary: Dean Winchester has a secret. A secret that could really land him in trouble. He never expected to connect with anyone when he walked into the ‘Blue Stone Orphanage for Boys,’ but even then, the walls he has put up are slowly coming down. Now, a series of strange events are threatening to expose him. When everything starts falling apart around him, will he still be able to save the one person that matters the most?

A/N: I am living for all the comments guys! :’)

All my love to @thing-you-do-with-that-thing and @deanssweetheart23 for beta reading this story. You’re the freaking best!

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“Calculus is the worst!” Will complained

“No one asked you to take advanced Math, you know?” Dean grinned slyly, wishing it wasn’t dark and he could see Will’s look of horror.

The cold metal was biting into the skin of his ankle where it rested against the grill. Will was on the other side as usual, prattling about his day.

“You talk like you’re acing calculus,” he muttered.

“I’m not bad. I get by.” That wasn’t entirely true. Dean was better than most kids in his class.

“Hmmm…” Will mused. “You gotta teach me.”

“What?”

“That’s it!” Will yelped. “I’ll keep looking for this Sam of yours and you can teach me Calculus.”

“It’s not like you’re doing great at finding Sam,” Dean shot out, then bit his tongue immediately. He regretted his words because it wasn’t fair.

But Will sighed, “I know. I’ve been terrible at it. I’m sorry.”

Dean felt guilty in a way he’d barely ever felt before. Will continued. “I’ll try harder. Give me something else to go on. Anything.”

“He has brown hair,” Dean blurted.

“Alright. I’ll scourge thoroughly tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

It had been a couple of weeks now since Will had told Dean his name and almost every night found him by the grill. He was a patient and restful kid. Chirpy and smart. Dean liked him. So much that talking to him after lockdown had become a routine. They hadn’t really accomplished much in the past two weeks.

The constant shuffling was bothersome, but the military attitude and no contact rule was worse. It made Dean sick to his stomach.

“Dean?”

“Yeah?”

“Another kid... left today.”

Dean didn’t have to see Will to picture the terror on his face. His soft, grave voice was enough.

They had never spoken outright about it, but Dean knew that Will was seeing it too, seeing the glaring phenomenon. Both of them knew the word was ‘disappeared’ and not ‘left.’

He didn’t know what Will made of it, but Dean for a fact knew that the kids weren’t being transferred. Not all of them anyway, and he had to find out where they went, and he didn’t have much time left to find it out.

Even though he yearned to tell another soul about what he knew, he didn’t want to risk telling the truth to Will. That would just put him in danger and accomplish nothing for Dean.

So, instead of meaninglessly using words to reassure him, Dean wriggled his fingers, then wrist through the grill and placed it over Will’s knee. Maybe this way he could convey more than words ever could.

Later, as he dragged his feet along the corridor, Dean wondered to himself. It was glaringly obvious that most kids disappeared in that age group. The reason presented itself to him almost immediately. 11-14 was the most gullible age group. Too old to be adopted, but still young enough to be naive. Boys on Dean’s floor were all on the verge of being adults. If they went missing, there would be a hue and cry. Then there was also the matter of Michael and his goons having struck some sort of deal with the management. Dean just didn’t know where Andy was involved in all of this.

“Still sneaking around to meet that kid?”

Dean jerked upright, not having realised that he had already reached his room and was seated on his bunk. Cas’ voice was quiet, but there was an undercurrent to it, one that made Dean feel guilty. Like he’d been caught stealing a cookie from the kitchen at night.

For a second he thought of denying it. Afterall, he had never mentioned about Will to Cas. Then seemed to think better of it.

“Cas, I-”

“You don’t need to explain anything, Dean,” Cas cut him off. “I just want you to be careful about whom you trust around here.”

“He’s a good kid.” Dean felt the needless urge to protest, defend Will’s loyalty.

Cas’ words were patient. “I’m not saying he’s a bad kid, but this place ... even the walls have ears.”

Dean was suddenly aware of Gabriel, snoring steadily a few feet away, and silent as ever Benny. It seemed Cas realised it, too.

“We’ll talk about this tomorrow,” Cas said with a subtle finality.

That was that.

Dean kicked off his shoes, stripped down to his undershirt and boxers, then threw himself on the hard choir mattress. Despite the chill in the air, Dean was sweating, worrying about Sam… worrying if he was next in the line of ever disappearing kids.

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Cas was quiet all through class the next day. Dean tried to catch his eye, but Cas expertly managed to avoid it despite sitting next to Dean in almost every class.

Finally, Dean had had enough and grabbed Cas by the arm when they were walking back to the Orphanage on the dusty road.

“Dean!” Cas exclaimed.

“Oh, c’mon,” Dean hissed, pulling Cas off the foot-trodden path and into the fringe of the forest that lined the road from the school to the Orphanage.

Cas scowled, pulling his arm back. Maybe Dean had yanked harder than he had intended. But when Cas started to walk back towards the path, Dean grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him back again.

“Cas! Listen to me.”

Cas turned around, eyes closed, but exasperation clear on his face. “What?”

Dean had never seen Cas like this. Usually he was so composed and… happy. Never annoyed and irritated. Maybe he was tired of Dean’s crusade. Maybe he was finally giving up, like Dean had suspected all along. It felt like a slap to his face and a kick to his gut at the same time.

His hands dropped to his sides in defeat, letting go of Cas completely, his shoulders drooped.

The sudden weightlessness made Cas look up in surprise.

“I guess this is it then, huh?” Dean smirked, without mirth.

“What?” The round blue eyes were shocked. But Dean didn’t feel any bitterness, just the weirdest mix of gratitude and sadness.

“What do you mean ‘this is it?” Cas asked, all annoyance disappearing. “You can’t give up now, Dean. We can’t give up on Sam now. He needs to be found. And you’re gonna trust a twelve year old punk with this and not me?”

Oh.

That was the problem. Cas realised what he’d said out loud as soon as Dean did, and his cheeks flushed a deep red. He was jealous.

His eyes dropped, and he stood there, shrouded in the shadows cast by the tall birch trees. “Dean… I’m sorry. I just- I got…”

“Hush...” Dean didn’t let him finish the sentence. Cas was what? Embarrassed?

How ironic that Cas should be embarrassed, when Dean was feeling overwhelmed and special. No one had ever been jealous over him. Not even a tiny bit.

“Forget about it. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

Cas cleared his throat, then looked at him and gave Dean a smile. A genuine and happy smile.

“So tell me about this kid.”

Just like that Dean knew he was forgiven. “His name’s Will, and he’s some sort of a Math freak. He said he’d look out for Sam… He’s trustworthy,” he added quickly, seeing the dubious look on Cas’s face.

“Okay,” Cas acquiesced.

“There’s something else I have to tell you, though,” Dean said, urgently, getting to the point. “I’ve kept something from you.”

Cas didn’t look surprised, more like a patient teacher who had been waiting for his favourite pupil to come clean about some shenanigans.

Dean took a deep breath, looked Cas directly in his clear blue eyes and said, “I lied to you about where I am from. I wasn’t transferred here from an orphanage. In fact, I have never set foot in an orphanage before this one. All my life I’ve known a home.”

Cas’s face gave away a tiny spasm, but apart from that he maintained a carefully constructed blank face.

Dean continued. “What I told you about the fire and losing my parents is true. And that I didn’t see my brother Sam after that night. What I didn’t tell you is that, since that night, I’ve lived with my dad’s friend. His name is Bobby Singer, and he is a grumpy old man.” Dean couldn’t help the wistful smile that spread across his lips at the thought of Bobby.

“He’s an awful cook, and he grumbles all the damn time. The house leaks when it rains and smells of stale whiskey. The front yard is full of the cars that come to his garage for repairs and the massive backyard is where the junk is stored for the scrap metal ... but it has always been my home.

Bobby’s fed me three meals a day, paid for school and taught me every goddamn thing under the Sun. From repairing cars to picking locks. He’s…” said Dean through a thick throat, “raised me like his own.”

Now that Dean had said it, the weight of missing Bobby came crashing down on him. Weight that he’d tried to bury so deep down, because he knew even a single thought might just make him weak. Silence followed in the aftermath of his words, until Cas broke it.

“Then why did he throw you out?”

“He didn’t,” Dean said, chin jutting out. “I chose to come here.”

“What?”

Cas’ bewilderment was expected. Dean tried to elaborate.

“The fire… the one that happened in Lawrence, Kansas. I’ve never been there since. Bobby was with my dad in the army. He took me in to his house in Sioux falls, Missouri. Sam… he was too young to be handed over, and the authorities took him over. Through some mismanagement, they lost track of him. Bobby tried for years to track him down, from orphanage to orphanage, till he gave up. I had lost all hope of finding him till…”

“Till?”

Dean smiled at Cas’ interest. “Till Bobby started going out with the Sheriff of the town, Jody Mills.” He wrinkled his nose. “It was awful at first, watching them sneak around the house… and honestly, just plain gross. But they seem to make each other happy. And she started spending more time around the house. Then this case came over, about missing kids in a chain of orphanages.”

Cas inhaled sharply, “Dean, is this going where I think it’s going?”

He nodded. “It all boiled down to this place. Many of her leads ended right here, and one of the million case files her department had inspected was about an 11 year old from Lawrence Kansas, whose folks had died in a fire.”

“Jesus Christ!” Cas sat down on a nearby rock with a plop. “This is insane.”

“Mhmm…” Dean agreed, going to sit by Cas gingerly. “It took me awhile to swallow the nerve wracking hope. Long story short, Jody needed a warrant to search this place that she couldn’t acquire and I was hell bent on finding Sam. We hatched a plan together and she managed to put me in here for a few months. That way I could find out about where the hell all these kids are disappearing to, and find Sam.”

Cas still looked like he was going to faint and Dean was mildly worried about him. He swallowed loudly and asked in a low voice. “So what about the kids…. what’s happening to them?”

“Jody’s best guess is child trafficking. Child labour and that sort. But it’s just that- a guess. Either way, we need some proof about what’s happening. The Stynes are shady at best… and insanely dangerous at worst. They somehow manage to loop the system and avoid all inquiries.”

“Whoa,” Cas muttered, dazed.

“Don’t let this get you all complacent,” Dean warned. “If anything, we’re in even more danger than you thought. I didn’t want to involve you, but I’m just so worried that Sam might be next to disappear.”

“Are you kidding me?” Cas said. “I’m in this with you now. We’re like Hardy boys now!”

Dean grinned. With his dark hair, pale face and straight laced attitude, Cas could pass for Frank Hardy. He then checked his watch. They were awfully late. He tapped Cas on the shoulder and they sprinted up to the path.

Both of them were out of breath by the time the reached the rusty, wrought-iron gate.

“If we’re ever gonna find out anything,” Cas huffed, walking up the creaky porch steps, “We’re gonna have to sneak into the left wing and-”

“Well, well, well,” an oily voice greeted them. “If it isn’t the baby angel with the blond douchewad.”

Gary was standing at the top of the steps, hands crossed, a sick, cold smile on his face.

“I see you’re half an hour past the curfew.”

“And I see you’re still lacking a brain,” Dean retorted, unable to help himself.

The smile slid from Gary’s face as he turned around. “You’re going to regret this, Winchester.”

And sure, he did, because seconds later, Andy turned up outside, followed by Raphael and Zachariah.

“You’re past the curfew,” Andy said.

Dean stared back. “I’ve been told.”

“I told you on day one, Winchester that your cocky attitude won’t work here. Detention for a week. You’ll clean the dishes everyday for a week after dinner for the whole damn week and Gary’s gonna supervise you.”

“What the-”

Andy cut it. “And you, Castiel, too much chumming around isn’t good for anyone here. You’ll be in the laundry for the whole week. If I see the two of you loitering around together, I’ll make that a whole month. Now get lost. The dishes are waiting for you.”

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myhockeyworld87 · 5 years

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Careless - Jamie Benn

Requested: No

Word Count: 3107

Warning: Cursing

Song Inspiration: Nickelback - Next Contestant

Notes: So confession, I sometimes just throw my playlist on shuffle to see what comes up. This song came up on the way home from work and I just couldn’t stop picturing Jamie Benn. I just feel like he’d be super protective with his woman. So here’s my take on it. Still working on Nervous Regrets but just had to write this first. Let me know what you think.

READER’S POV

Slipping on the skimpy cocktail dress, that left nothing to the imagination; you checked the mirror one last time before gliding out onto the bar room floor. Picking up the tray, you mouthed a quick hello to Isaac and Carl, tonight’s bartenders; sashaying over to one of your tables, you got to work. It wasn’t a bad place to work, it was upscale, somewhat classy; though some nights you couldn’t tell by the clientele. That they allowed you to get up on stage every weekend and have your music heard, was a bonus. It was a win, win for the both of you. Traffic definitely picked up on those nights, when you were standing behind the microphone; and most times you didn’t mind helping out before or after your set. Tonight, was one of those nights. You’d just performed for the last hour, now it was time for the DJ to take over and keep the party going. As for you, you’d make sure that the customers were satisfied and the alcohol continued to constantly flow.

After grabbing a few drinks for a couple tables; Kelsey, your friend and co-worker came up to you. “Great set tonight (Y/N). You know, Careless is my favorite song you do.”

“Aww, thanks Kels. I love that one too.”

“Hey before I forget, table 18 is asking for you. I think a few of them have a thing for you.” Batting her eyelashes at you. “Switch me tables, I’ll take 23. I’m a sucker for the nerdy type.”

Chuckling, “Mmm Hmm…I know you. Look out Sheldon Cooper, here comes Kelsey Brown.”

“Ooo a man with a brain is so hot. Stop turning me on. We’ve still got hours here.” With that she swayed over to the table to work her charm on the semi-attractive guy in glasses.

Glancing over to the table Kelsey had mentioned moments ago, you were half tempted to go trade her back; for you weren’t sure you could handle all the male testosterone coming from there. What looked to be about eight overly good-looking athletes all sat, laughing, joking and drinking way over priced liquor. Tray in hand you made your way over, but not before some guy at one of your other tables grabbed your ass; which unfortunately was not an uncommon event. Smiling prettily, you removed his hand and put on that southern charm, “I’ll be right with you sugar. Just gotta grab that table right there.” You’d just filled all their drinks and knew they’d be good for at least the next twenty minutes.

“Hurry back.” He called after you; what he didn’t see was the eye roll you gave him or the mental fuck off finger you had popping up in your brain.

JAMIE’S POV

Tonight’s win had you all ready to celebrate, and so when someone suggested heading to the bar; you were all in. This wasn’t your usual hangout; normally someone would suggest some up and coming trendy nightclub, and that’s where you’d all end up. Rads, however had mentioned he’d been here before; and enjoyed the atmosphere. You could see why, when the beauty up on stage belted out some song, that could easily be playing on the top one hundred charts; you couldn’t take your eyes off her. While her looks initially drew you in, it was her voice that kept you mesmerized; soft, silky smooth notes floating out of a mouth you just wanted to kiss for days. It seemed like she no sooner started then she was off the stage; replaced by some obnoxious DJ, who played a little too loud for his surroundings.

“That girl is amazing, in every way.” It was a statement that didn’t come from your mouth but one that you could totally agree with from Tyler.

“Yeah, she sing here almost every weekend,” this from Rads. “She’s waited on me couple time.”

Needing to know more you asked, “Wait she’s a waitress too? I thought she was just a singer.”

“Yeah, you know she like does both.”

Just then your waitress came up asking if you needed more drinks. “Hey, is the girl who was just singing, working tonight?” leave it to Seggy to just cut to the chase.

“Yeah, she is, want me to send her over?”

“Absolutely” the man was not subtle at times.

“Not that you aren’t great and everything.” You added, hoping not to hurt her feelings.

“It’s no problem.” She said with a wicked wink.

Watching the waitress move towards the songstress, you saw them speak briefly; then watched as she made her way to your table, but not before some asshole pawed at her ass. Anger seethed inside you. Being out of earshot you couldn’t hear her response to the mongrel; what you did see was the slight eye roll she gave as she turned. Briefly you wondered how many encounters like these she had a night; you didn’t have a chance to contemplate it before she was standing beside.

“Gentlemen, nice to see you all. I’m (Y/N), what can I get you tonight?”

That’s when Seggy decided to make a bigger ass of himself than most times. “I don’t know, what’s on the menu? Me -N -U?” Wincing, you knew the pickup line had to be one of the worst that ever came out of someone’s mouth; while most of the guys laughed, inwardly you groaned.

“I’m pretty sure Me-N-U didn’t make it past your ego, but if you’d like to order something else, I’d be happy to help you.” Ouch, she could hold her own; it was more of turn on then you wanted to admit.

Hoping to make up for the rest of the jerks at your table, you politely asked; “We’ll just have a round of beers and some shots of Don Julio Real, please.”

“I’ll be right back with those.”

“Segs, you gotta do another one of those when she comes back.” For a big man, Olesksiak couldn’t hold his liquor well or his tongue for that matter; lord knows Tyler didn’t need any encouragement.

“Leave her alone man, she probably gets tired of the bullshit all the time.”

“Aww Chubbs, we’re just having a little fun. No harm. Besides she seems to give as good as she gets.”

“Just try and act like a decent human for once in your life, will you Segs.” The odds of that happening were slim to none.

She came back to the table then, handing drinks out one by one. Each time she leaned forward, her dress gave you a nice glimpse of her full round breasts; that they were on display for everyone here to see had you fighting the urge to cover her with your suit jacket. Tyler, glided a finger up her arm, causing her to turn and look at him with questioning eyes. “Screw me if I’m wrong, but don’t I know you?”

(Y/N) paused for a second, as if truly wondering had they met before. “Hmmm. Does your ass get jealous of the all the shit that comes out of your mouth?” The table erupted in laughter, Seggy included. “Thank you, gentlemen, I’m here all night. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got other customers. I’ll be back to see if your pick up lines get any better.”

Your teammates chatted endlessly about her; each of them trying to come up with a better pickup line for when she came back. Concentrating on the woman, instead of some hyped game of whose line is better; you watched her take some orders, then head over to the bar. Long strides had you at her side in no time. “(Y/N) isn’t it?” when she nodded, you continued; “Look I just want to apologize for the other assholes at my table. We’ve probably had one too many. It’s just they were a little excited with the win and everything…” you were rambling. “Not that, that’s an excuse or anything. Ummm…anyhow I just wanted to say I’m sorry for the way they’ve been acting.”

She smiled sweetly at you, and it melted your heart. “Don’t sweat it. It happens all the time.” She touched your arm then, an unconscious gesture but one that went straight to your groin all the same. “I’m used to it, but thank you for the apology.”

Turning back to the bar, she dismissed the conversation as over; but you weren’t ready for that yet. “I also wanted to say…your voice…I mean….” God you were terrible with women; it was like you turned into a babbling idiot. “It was beautiful. Did you write those songs?”

“Awww thank you, yes I did. Which one did you like best?” she seemed genuinely interested; that you had her full attention, had you elaborating more.

“I’m not sure of the name, but something about….don’t be careless with my heart, for although we’re worlds apart, I still need you here with me…I’m not exactly sure of the right words. It has a great melody; you should be on the radio.”

Her cheeks turned a soft shade of pink. “Wow I’m impressed you were listening. The songs called Careless; it’s one of my favorites too. And thanks for the compliments, the band and I have been working on cutting an album, but that takes money. Speaking of which, I gotta get these drinks out. It was nice to talk to you….”

“Jamie,” you supplied.

“Nice to meet you Jamie. I’ll be back over at the table a little later.”

READER’S POV

Jamie, it suited him, with his large frame you expected it to be Jim or James; but no Jamie fit him perfectly. It spoke to the softer side of him, one that you could see in that first encounter. He wasn’t like the rest of them at his table; it was a nice change of pace. The rest of the night went pretty much as expected, a hand placed here or a comment there; the lewd looks from different men as they ogled your breasts. Jamie was different though, no raunchy remark or crude stare; though he did look, it was just more with appreciation then lust.

All night you waited for him to make a move, ask you out or maybe even try and hold your hand, for it seemed more in his wheelhouse; but he didn’t. So, when he showed up the next night, it took you by surprise. He was by himself this time, but still grabbed a table none the less; though he seemed to have a knack for not picking your section.

“Your boyfriend from last night’s here.” Kelsey tormented. “He’s asking for you again.”

“Kels he’s not my boyfriend. He barely said a few words to me.”

“Doesn’t change the fact he’s back again tonight and asking for you.”

Shaking your head, you strolled over to his table. “Miss me already?” you said teasingly.

“What…uh…ummm.” He was cute when he was flustered.

“Relax I’m just kidding with you. So, what can I get you tonight Jamie?”

“Oh, you remembered my name.”

Playfully you answered. “I try to remember all my cute customers.”

Blushing at your words, his cheeks turned a becoming shade of red. “I’ll just have a beer.”

“One beer coming right up.” It literally took all of ten seconds to get the beer, so you were back at his table in no time. “Here ya go, anything else I can get ya?”

“No, I’m good.” He seemed to hesitate, as if there was something more he wanted to say. Finally, he spit it out. “So are you going to be singing tonight.”

Maybe he just liked your music and not you, it was somewhat refreshing; that was if you didn’t think that he was totally sexy as fuck. “Sadly no, I usually only sing here on Friday or Saturday night. The rest of the time you just get me as your server.”

He smiled, and heat pooled in your nether regions. “I’m ok with that.” Looks like you were wrong and he was interested; well you’d just have to see how the rest of the night went.

“(Y/N) drinks for table 7 are ready.”

“Duty calls. I’ll be back in a bit.”

Sunday night usually wasn’t that busy, so it afforded you the chance to get to know Jamie more. You found out that he was a professional hockey player for the Dallas Stars, that he enjoyed cooking and had a great appreciation for music. If you both had been on the same dating website, you would’ve been matched in an instant; though for some reason Jamie seemed reluctant to ask you out. Staying until closing time, he walked to you to your car; where you were sure he’d at least kiss you. Disappointment coursed through you when he didn’t.

The next several weeks were pretty much the same, Jamie showing up on nights that you worked and he was free; always the gentleman, but never asking you out. You started to wonder if you were reading him wrong; maybe he was just lonely and seeking friendship. That was until one particular night.

It was crowded, you’d finished your set, put your uniform on, if you could call a skin tight dress a uniform; and headed out to wait tables. The men were handsy that night, one particular table being down right obnoxious. Pickup lines were the least of your worries with them. It was a grab of your ass here, someone pulling you by the waist there; but the icing on the cake was the hand that traveled up your inner thigh. It was cringe worthy and had you gathering your wits each time you headed back to the bar.

Making your way to Jamie’s table you stopped to check and see if he needed another drink. “Are they bothering you?” His arms were folded across his chest, and you could tell he saw the whole thing play out.

“It’s fine Jamie, I can handle it.” You weren’t sure how true that statement was, but you’d see how the night played out before you went calling for help.

JAMIE’S POV

Anger boiled inside you; the only thing tamping it down was the fact that you didn’t want to make a scene in front of (Y/N). What you really wanted to do was rip the assholes into shreds. They mauled at her, made lewd remarks; yet she took it all in stride. You hated that she had this job, even the damn dress that was supposed to be her uniform had you seething. She was a goddess and deserved to be treated that way; why you hadn’t made a move on her, you weren’t sure. Only fear of rejection had kept you silent. The woman could have any person, man or woman if she wanted; all she had to do was say the word. Yet in the few weeks that you’d known her you hadn’t seen her with either sex.

Over the last few weeks you’d watch men buy her drinks, trying to garner her favor; she declined them all. Pickup lines were non-stop, and God bless her, she had a witty comeback for each one. Tonight, just seemed like a culmination of everything all rolled into one; they all wanted in her pants, metaphorically and literally speaking. You weren’t about to let that happen.

Hours passed and with each minute, the temperature of your blood rose. The rowdy bunch of twenty somethings continued their torment, even as the crowd thinned down leaving just a few stragglers behind. Eyes trained on her; she made her way over to the table for last call. One of them grabbed her and pulled her hard onto his lap; causing her to drop the empty tray. You couldn’t hear his words, but you saw his hand snake up her side and cup her breast. She twisted in his arms in an attempt to break free; you were out of your seat before you even knew what was happening.

Before he could make another move, you placed your hand firmly on his shoulder and squeezed the bastard as hard as you could. “Is that your hand on my girlfriend?” His eyes bulged out of his head as you loomed over him. When he neither released her or said anything, you repeated it. “Is that your hand?” He let her go then, and she scrambled off his lap.

“Look man we were just having fun.”

“Mmmm…want to try it again and see how much fun it will be with me outside? Because I’d love to just bash your head in right now?” You tighten your grip on the little asshole; and he winced in pain.

(Y/N) tugged on your arm. “It’s not worth it Jamie.”

“I think they’re ready to close their tab, aren’t you boys?” They all nodded. “Good, I expect you’ll be generous in your tips for all the hassle you’ve given my girl tonight.” With that you released the pipsqueak, and took (Y/N)’s hand leading her away.

She dumped the tray on the bar, and pulled you into the back. “Jamie, you didn’t have to do that, but thank you. The girlfriend part was a nice touch, though.”

“I didn’t say it for affect. I said it because I want it to be true.” You hadn’t asked her out, didn’t even know how she felt about you. All you knew is that you wanted this woman to belong to you and you alone.

Her lips turned up in a what you could only describe as the sexiest smile you’d ever seen. “I think that can be arranged.” She slid her hands up your chest; instinctively you wrapped yours around her waist and drew her closer to press up against your body. Leaning down you molded your lips to her, in a sweet and devasting kiss. She opened easily for you and your tongue swept in to taste the essence that was her. She was sweet and sass all rolled into one, and you took your time to explore her mouth. Demanding more as the kiss went on; she met you every step of the way. She moaned helplessly into your mouth and it was your undoing. If you didn’t stop now, you weren’t sure you ever would. Gently you pulled back from the kiss, thumb softly caressing her cheek as your harsh breathes mingled. “Let’s get out of here.” She whispered to you and you thought you’d died and gone to heaven. Only you were wrong, that would come later when she was under you writhing in pleasure, as she cried out your name.

#jamie benn #jamie benn imagine #jamie benn imagines #dallas stars #dallas stars imagine #dallas stars imagines #nhl imagines #nhl imagine #nhl fanfic #hockey imagines #hockey imagine #hockey fanfiction

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shsl-corn · 4 years

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My part of

@danganhalloween-exchange for @magioftheseas

Some Kaede/ Naga!Miu, hope you like it.

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“Apple slices cut into bunnies, just as you requested.” Kirumi Tojo announced, handing off the Tupperware container to Kaede.

Kaede smiled, she hated having to ask Kirumi for favours. But trying to slice these apples herself was proving less than successful given by the bandage on her finger. Give her a piano and some sheet music and she could play any song flawlessly and with the utmost confidence. Give her an apple, a knife and ask her to make bunny apples? Not worth losing a finger and her career over.

“Thank you, Kirumi,” she said, taking the container.

“It is no problem, if you need anything else please don’t hesitate to ask.”

After thanking Kirumi a second time and watching her walk off and disappear into the busy streets, leaving her surrounded by a sea of strangers. Kaede took a moment to look at the container, now just noticing the vast amount of apple slices stuffed into the clear container. Just how many apples did Kirumi end up cutting? She did tend to go overboard whenever it came to food, the times she and Shuichi had tea with her proved so. But she could always tell Kirumi she didn’t need to go to such lengths to-

“Yoink!”

It took Kaede a moment to register that the container of bunny apples was no longer in her hands.

“Huh? What the...”

Luckily the thief didn’t go too far and disappear into the crowded streets. In fact, he was standing in front of her with his usual cheeky grin.

“Oh! What are these?” Kokichi asked, opening up the container. “Bunny apples?”

“Kokichi, those aren’t for you,” she said sternly through gritting teeth.

“Who are these for? You got a boyfriend or girlfriend now?” he gave an overdramatic sad pout. “Does that mean you’re gonna forget all about me?”

Having known Kokichi for a long time, Kaede wasn’t fooled one bit by his act.

“That’s a lie, isn’t it?”

Kokichi’s pout instantly turned into a big grin. “Yup, it’s definitely a lie!” he announced. “Man, you’re getting good. I might have to think of harder lies.” Kokichi fished an apple slice out of the container and took a big bite of one. “I don’t mind, I loooove a challenge,” he said while crunching the apple in his mouth.

“Can I please have them back?” Kaede requested, arms crossed with a frown plastered on her face.

“Maaaaaybe.” Kokichi teased and popped the remaining bunny apple in his mouth. “Tell me who there for first. You know I’m nosy,” he demanded and fished a second slice out and noisily chewed.

“There for a friend,” Kaede said, managing to quickly snatch the container away from him.

“Really?” Kokichi looked unimpressed. “THAT’S the best lie you can come up with?” he frowned. “I expected better from you, Kaede. Well, whatever. I’m bored, I’m gonna find something fun to do.”

Kaede let out a sigh of relief as she watched Kokichi disappear into the crowd. She returned her sights to the bunny apples, even with a Kokichi snacking on a few there were still more than enough. She took a look at her watch, making sure she wouldn’t be late for her bus.

....

Three buses, a long walk and brief hike in the crisp autumn woods, Kaede stood before the cave. It was dark, without any light to guide the way.

“Miu?” Kaede called, waiting for a response but nothing. She let out an annoyed sigh. “Miu, I bought you something,” she called again, giving the container a shake.

Sure enough, the sound of something stirring in the deepest depths of the cave could be heard. Normally this would scare anyone, but not Kaede. She had done this once a week so far for at least a year, she knew what to expect.

Eventually the sound grew closer and closer, and sure enough, there was Miu. At first glance, she looked like an everyday woman, at least until she was fully out of her cave. She had a pale complexion with a head of flowing blond hair, but once you got a closer look at the upper half of her body, her vibrate blue eyes had black slits for pupils and two pearly white sharp fangs protruded from her upper lip. And that was just the upper half of her body. From below the waist in place of where a pair of legs should have been, was an incredibly long and scaly dark green tail.

She first met Miu last fall, during a costume party with a few of her friends. They decided to take a quick walk with all the sugary energy they had gotten from snacking on the cakes, cookies and other desserts Kirumi made. They stumbled across this cave and first caught sight of Miu. Her friends screamed and ran away, but Kaede did not. Being ever so curious she found herself staring in awe at such a creature and even more so when she learned she was a real naga as opposed to some elaborate decoration or costume.

Miu grinned and immediately swiped the container greedily away from Kaede. “No fucking way! You actually remembered with that pea-sized brain of yours!”

Kaede pouted. “A thank you would be nice.”

Miu wasn’t listening, she was too wrapped up in opening up the container and inspecting an apple slice. “Don’t get how these are supposed to look like bunnies.”

“It’s the way the skin is cut, it’s supposed to look like bunny ears,” she explained.

“Hmmm, I still don’t see it.” Miu shrugged and popped the slice in her mouth. “Meh, real rabbit tastes better too. But I’ll give you points for bringing these to show me.”

“Thanks, I think?” she blinked, guessing that was Miu’s weird little way of thanking her.

“Oh! Did you bring the other thing too?” Miu asked, stuffing another apple slice in her mouth.

“Of course I did.” Kaede reached into her bag and fished out a portable DVD player.

Miu’s eyes sparkled as she slithered closer to her. “Oh thank fuck, I was worried you forgotten!”

“I bring it every time I visit,” Kaede said, setting the DVD player on a tree stump.

It surprised Kaede that a naga of all things liked children’s tv shows, but she wasn’t going to complain. She had a bunch of DVDs from her childhood her parents took to keep her boredom at bay whenever she had to endure a long car drive or flight. Miu was lucky she forgot to get around to donating the portable DVD player and all the movies and cartoons she had along with it.

“Well, hurry up and put it on!” Miu urged, slithering closer to the device eagerly.

“Impatient as always...” Kaede muttered, extending a digit to push the button and turn on the DVD player.

“Hey, what happened to your finger?” Miu asked, gesturing to the tiny little bandage wrapped around her digit.

“Oh, this? I accidentally cut my finger while trying to cut those apples,” she explained. “After that, I figured I should just get someone else to cut them for me.”

“Thought you avoided anything that could hurt your fingers?”

“Well yes, but you said you wanted to see bunny apples so I’ve made an attempt. Luckily it’s just a small cut and should heal up quickly.”

“Wow, you seriously risked chopping off your finger and ruining your whole pianist career for a few cruddy apple slices? Damn, no wonder I’m the smart one!” she crackled.

Kaede huffed, tempted to point out Miu had eaten nearly half of the apples at this point. But she decided against it, for now, she just focused on starting up the film for Miu.

They were halfway through the movie when Kaede felt it. It was a few harmless raindrops, but within seconds it escalated into a heavy downpour.

“Ah, of all the times I don’t check the weather!” Kaede quickly swiped up the portable DVD player and stashed it in her bag, hoping there wasn’t any damage from its brief time out in the rain.

She glanced at the cave, clutching her bag Kaede made a dash to the cave’s entrance... or at least that was the plan.

“Oof!” she grunted as she fell face-first into the wet and grassy ground. Kaede groaned and carefully lifted her face off the ground, just now realizing Miu had part of her tail wrapped around her ankle. “What was that for?!” she demanded and tried to shake her ankle free from Miu’s grasp.

“You can’t in my cave!”

“Why not?”

“Ge-genius inventor reasons... someone like you wouldn’t understand.”

“Miu, it’s down pouring, just let me stay until the rain stops.”

“I-I can’t!” she shook her head.

She lifted Kaede into the air, leaving her dangling by her ankles and making her very thankful she wore pants today.

“Miu!” Kaede hissed.

“I-I gotta go!” she loosen her grip on Kaede, letting her fall to the ground before slithering off into her cave.

Kaede huffed and peeled her face off of the ground yet again. The already present frown on her face grew as she got up, not pleased she was soaking wet at this point.

She stared at the cave’s entrance, no way was she going to sit around and make the journey back home in this weather. Regardless of what Miu said, she was determined to enter the cave. She stood up and made her way over, taking the first step inside. It was dark, so Kaede took out her phone and used it as a light to see her way through the cave’s darkness.

The cave was dark and deep, much deeper than she originally guessed it was. It just made her all the more thankful she charged her phone prior to coming here, she was doubtful a low phone battery was going to be enough to get her in and out of this cave.

After what felt like forever walking deeper into the depths of the cave, a wave of relief washed over Kaede as she caught sight of dim orange light at the end of the tunnel. She shut her phone off and made her way towards the light source.

At the end of the cave’s long and dark tunnel was a fire. The light helped her get a better view of what exactly was at the end.

The end of the tunnel was filled with lots of little knickknacks, some Kaede could easily identify as being stuff she bought Miu from past visits. As well as a workbench that was littered with little tools. And there were a few posters hung on the cave’s wall, another gift Kaede had gotten Miu despite never being in her cave. At least until now...

But out of every item there, the thing that piqued her curiosity the most was something large and covered with a dull grey sheet. Kaede took a step closer, reaching out for it. But for the third time today, she found herself falling face first and for the second time, there was Miu’s green scaly tail wrapped around her ankles.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Miu hissed at her.

Kaede gulped nervously, but rather than back down she made the choice to stand her ground.

“It’s down-pouring outside, it’s a long trip here and back. I’m not waiting out in the rain when you have more than enough space in this cave,” she stated firmly.

“B-but...you can’t!” she stuttered, her tail loosening around Kaede’s ankle.

“Why not?”

“You just can’t!”

Kaede huffed and stood up, taking a moment to brush the dirt off herself.

“And what’s this?”

She made her way over to whatever the sheet was keeping hidden. Without any hesitation, she grabbed hold of the cloth.

“No, wait!”

But Miu’s pleas fell on deaf ears, and before the naga had a chance to react or stop Kaede, the pianist yanked the sheet, revealing what it was hiding.

Underneath the sheet was a piano, a very dull pink one with pearly white keys. Kaede could only stare in awe, before taking a moment to blink and look at Miu.

“A piano?”

“Duh, of course, it is!” Miu snarled. “You’re a goddamn pianist, you should know what a piano looks like!”

“That’s not what I mean.” Kaede huff, taking a moment to brush some stray locks of her blond hair out of her face. “What I want to know was this the reason you didn’t want me in your cave?”

Miu’s cheeks flush pink as she glanced away, anxiously twirling a lock of hair around her finger. “Yeah... a-all you talk about is the damn piano so I figured...” she cleared her throat and regain her composure. “If you were too damn lazy to bring a piano-“

“Miu, how many times do I have to tell you...” she took a deep breath and pressed her hands against each other before pointing them at Miu. “It’s impossible for me to haul a piano up here!”

“Not with that attitude.” Miu scoffed. “God, are all human so pathetic? If you just bought one I wouldn’t have had to make one myself.”

Kaede rolled her eyes. “You still didn’t answer my question.”

“Uh... I... well you go on and on about pianos and shit, and well...” Miu shifted in her spot. “And I wanted to hear it, you’re either actually really good or stupidly cocky!”

“If you wanted to hear me play, you could have just asked. I have recordings of my performances.”

“It’s not the same, how do I know it’s not edited to shit or something?” Miu crosses her arms. “Or what if the piano is self-playing?”

Kaede didn’t buy that for a second, having known Miu for so long she knew better than to believe that. It was easy to piece together what her real motive was. Miu simply desired to hear her play in person but was too nervous to ask. It was tempting to call her out, but Kaede felt she would get a better outcome if she played along. Plus Kaede could never say no to playing a song or two.

“Fine, I’ll play and prove it to you,” she spoke, making her way over to the piano. “Do you have a stool?”

“Gee, are all humans lazy too?” Miu huffed. “Here,” she slithered over. “just sit your lazy ass on me.” she gestured to the lower half of her body.

Kaede rolled her eyes but decided to just do as Miu suggested and gently sat on part of her scaly tail and began to play. Considering it was fall and they were still well into October, she settled on playing a few Halloween songs on the piano, ranging from themes to classic horror movies to more upbeat and cheerful Halloween melodies.

She lost track of time, but by the time she played the last song she knew by heart, her fingers were begging for a break. Kaede lifted her gaze from the keys and glanced at Miu, who remained staring in an amazed trance before she eventually snapped out of it.

“That was....” Miu blinked before clearing her throat. “Alright, I guess. I mean, I did make that piano so naturally, it would make you sound amazing!” she boasted.

Kaede let out a loud sigh, of course. She shouldn’t have expected anything less coming from Miu, she knew the truth about how Miu really felt and exactly what to say.

“Well if you don’t like it, I guess I don’t have to play it again.”

“I-I’ve never said that!” she stuttered.

She couldn’t help but laugh, that was Miu for you. “I’ll bring some sheet music next time, would you like that?”

“And those bunny apples?”

Kaede fought the urge to roll her eyes. “Of course.”

#danganhalloween2019 #Kaemiu #kaede akamatsu #miu iruma #my fics #My fics

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whenimgoodandready · 5 years

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🎶If there's something strange in you neighborhood, Who you gonna call? Kwami Buster! If there's something weird, And it don't look good, Who you gonna call? Kwami Buster! Now let me tell ya somethin’, BUSTIN’ MAKES HER FEEL GOOD!🎶 Yeah, I went there! So what else is new? This wasn’t the only parody they did with this ep and I’ll tell you ‘bout the others right here!

*Kwami Buster-The first five minutes we got from this ep was a quick little “Tom and Jerry” scene (no joke! There was a cheese trap!) where Marinette and Adriens strict and grouchy science teacher, Ms.Mendeleiev, was trying to capture Plagg and Tikki via butterfly net! (Btw, if someone could add in the cartoons music, (ex.Benny Hills “chase music”) and put it up for that scene, I’d be so happy!). However, she had no idea what they were and luckily for the Kwamies, they can phase through surfaces and not be seen in film or photos. Phew! Unfortunately this caused her akumatization when she failed to prove it to others on tv where she was laughed at and humiliated, thus Kwami Buster!

Kwami Buster was a Ghostbuster like villainess that can capture Kwamies by sucking them out from the miraculouses, have them unable to phase through cuz of her magic vacuum sucking pack and leave our heroes exposed in their civilian selves, but they’re good with dodging/hiding, so as not to cause any reveals. This right here is where she’s a Mr.Crocker expy from “The Fairly Oddparents” both being “mean teachers who are obsessed with capturing magical creatures to prove their existence”. Heard a lot of jokes on that and at least Ms.Mendeleiev ended up dropping that character trait and not goin’ crazy like Crocker (or even doin’ that twitchy body thing). She learned her lesson just to protect Paris from Hawk Moth.

You remember how Marinette always has those elaborate plans to work out a situation like how to secretly plan a date with Adrien with help from her girl squad (“Gigantitan”). Well, in this cause, she takes it up to 11! Basically, she took all the Kwamies to use and just, OMG! You have to see those scenes a million times just to figure out what happens! Your brain will go 🤯. Seriously! She mostly used the mouse miraculous which the fandom was half and half right about it’s power being shrinking and duplication! Wow! (my money was on the latter) It was pretty much given away what with the name “Multimouse”! C’mon! It kinda sucked that most of the miraculouses we saw in use were the ones we already know of and not the others cuz the other Kwamies were just used for “mouth transport”. Long story.

As you read from that last paragraph, you’ll get the idea of how “Multimouse” threw Cat Noir off guard that Ladybug and Marinette are “not” the same person. Adrien/Cat Noir came pretty close since Marinette was the only person he knew not to see both girls at the same time (I think he figured out about the time traveling powers of Timebreaker). Both the heroes got the realization that they might go to the same school and they fixed that with overly complicated plans (Marinette/Ladybug) and the simple, but quick trickery (Adrien/Cat Noir) just like how they always work. Their classmates aren’t really surprised since a few know they might be one of their own (Alya and Nino know about each other and Chloe and Chloe just felt entitled and it’s probably why they were the only ones to speak out about Ms.Mendeleiev).

So apparently, Ms.Mendeleiev knows that Kwamies exist, but she doesn’t know that’s what they’re called nor has she displayed this kind of behavior until this episode! Why? Did the writers forget she was a character and realized they forgot to akumatize her? It’s Season 3! Fans always thought she’d be akumatized as either a mad scientist or a witch type of villainess cuz of her profession and appearance, respectively, but now they pull this kind of thing and make her out to be a conspiracy theorist nut! How long has she known about Kwamies? Mostly, she used camembert cheese (of all cheeses) to lure in Plagg! Hmmm, was she aware her classroom smelled like that ever since Adrien started attending public school and has seen Plagg and Tikki flying around without them noticing? When she tried to prove their existence, she made crudely drawn artwork of Plagg and Tikki and only Marinette and Adrien were shocked, but not the other students who most of ‘em have had Kwamies!? Granted, it was probably cuz those two are the most important ones to keep secret, but you’d think they’d react stronger to a vaguely drawn picture of a Kwami and not have them worry. Sorry fandom, but I’m afraid Cat Noir wasn’t the one that gave Marinette the mouse miraculous like you all assumed (the closest we got was in “Desperada” for Luka). I personally don’t care cuz I think it’s too risky that Adrien doesn’t get too close to Master Fu due to the fact we know who Adriens father is *cough*HawkMoth*cough*. So it’s a safer choice Fu chose Marinette as the future guardian of the miraculouses (which is what happened in the episode after it and this is the last mid episode so from now on, we’ll see the ones near the end). Something we learned in this ep, too many miraculouses can drain you of your energy! Damn! Luckily, Marinette managed to get the job done! (possibly cuz she’s young and healthy). I gotta tell you guys this, I had no idea that you can blend miraculouses together! I only thought it was the ladybug and black cat ones that can do that cuz they give you God-like powers! But it turns out, they all have that purpose! (the combo pack not the eternal powers thing). It just-just throws out the significance of the two most powerful miraculouses that’s all! Ugh! That is so lame😒. This was the third time someone pulled a “it’s not me” to throw off suspicion that they’re not a superhero/villain. Gabriel did that when the heroes (correctly) thought he might be Hawk Moth (“Collector”), Adrien did it to avoid getting captured using his doppelgänger fanboy (“Gorizilla”) and now Marinette with the many miraculouses. There’s no need to have second thoughts now. Just wait until all three are revealed and the biggest Whomp! Whomp! Whooooooooomp! noise sounds!😏. The thing I heard people discuss most about was the possible identity reveals of Ladybug and Cat Noir. We all know Marinette/Ladybug wants it to be kept secret whereas Adrien/Cat Noir doesn’t and thinks otherwise and Master Fu thinks it’s a bad idea cuz he’d have to take ‘em back from them. It seems pretty drastic, but he may have a point. We all saw how Ladybug and Aspik worked together during “Desperada” and that didn’t go well for two reasons; 1.) There was no Cat Noir and 2.) They were too distracted by each other cuz they were in love. If Ladybug and Cat knew each other’s identities (especially when they realize their relationship isn’t so “one-sided”) they’d go through the same thing (with the second reason), but the thing is they’ve grown to understand what’s best to continue to fight crime and save Paris with them becoming so trustworthy! Plus they’ve gained experience so Master Fu recruiting newbies would just be a disaster! Would they still keep their miraculouses if they knew? Would they be careful like Alya/Rena Rouge and Nino/Carapce? Would it be safe? Who knows🤷🏻‍♀️.

#miraculous ladybug #kwami buster #miraculous ladybug kwami buster

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tequila-clifford · 5 years

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Neighbors

Pairing: Michael/Reader

Word Count: 1719

Warnings/Rating: Fluff/Language

Request: No

The first time you kissed Michael was at a block party when you were just 12 years old, you had just moved in the week prior and all of the neighborhood kids had gathered around to play Truth or Dare. The rest, well, the rest is easy enough to guess. The last time you’d kissed Michael was this morning before he snuck out of your bedroom window. Sneaking was definitely not ideal, but your parents were not exactly Michaels biggest fans. They tolerated him as your neighbor and forced themselves to accept your friendship, but you knew that they would likely sell the house and move you across the country if they found out that you were in a serious relationship with a bright haired guitarist. Your parents were the type that wanted you to settle down with a doctor or a lawyer, and Michael, well…Michael doesn’t exactly fit the bill. You wished they would see him more like you did. If they knew how he always brought you a sweater to wear when it’s cold out, because he knows you like his better than your own. Or how he tapes notes to your window every day, saying things like “you look gorgeous today, babe” or some dorky joke. If they knew those things, how could they not be happy for you…right? You weren’t sure you were ready to face that music yet, but it had to be soon, because that the ring on your finger wasn’t just a gift from a friend, but a promise ring from the boy you loved. You stared down at the metal band and rolled it around your finger before being snapped out of your trance by your phone buzzing next to you. You couldn’t help but smile when you saw who was calling. “Hello handsome"

“Hi, baby. Have you got any plans tonight?”

“Hmmm, none that I know of, what’ve you got in mind?”

“Just make sure your window’s unlocked, I’ll be over at 10”

“Sounds like a plan, Spiderman”

Michael let out a small laugh at your dorkiness “Okay, I gotta go, babe. I love you.”

“I love you back.” With that you ended the phone call, looking at the clock. It was only 6:00pm so you had a good 4 hours to eat, clean your room, shower, and make yourself look semi presentable. You were nervous. Why were you nervous? It’s just Michael, your best friend, coming over just as he did every other night, the boy you’ve loved for 7 years. 7 years. That’s when it hit you, on this exact night 7 years ago you’d shared your first kiss, and even though you’d only been a couple since you were 15 you’d always considered tonight to be your ‘real’ anniversary. It’s a good thing you’d bought his gift a few months back while on vacation, or you would have been screwed. You pulled the small black bag out from your jewelry box; you really couldn’t give Michael a ring so this had to be the next best thing. A guitar pick bracelet personalized with both of your initials and your anniversary date; you knew he’d love it. By the time you’d gotten out of the shower it was nearly 9:30, you let your hair air dry allowing your natural curls to take over. You slipped on your favorite pajamas, that just happened to be one of Michaels sweaters and a pair if his boxers, and sat on your bed impatiently. You’d already said good night to your parents so you knew there would be no interruptions. It was now 9:50. You walked over to your window anxiously to see if Michael was on his way, after a minute or so of pacing you heard your phone buzz from your bed, you immediately leapt to grab it.

“Ya know, I’ve been looking for that sweater.” Michael said with a chuckle on the other end of the line "Though, it looks much better on you”

“You can see me?”

“Sure can, fantastic view"

“Then why the hell aren’t you over here yet?”

“Patience, babe. It’s only 9:56, I said 10. I’m no liar.”

“Michael, if you are not in this room within the next 30 seconds, the window is getting locked.”

“Well that’s not a funny joke (Y/N)…”

“29…”

“(Y/N)…”

“28…”

“Babe…”

“27…”

“Fuck.” The line went dead and not a moment later Michael was pulling himself through your open window. You stood facing him as he walked over to you, pulling you into a tight hug, you wrapped your arms around his neck kissing him tenderly. Michael pulled away, held you at an arms length and looked you up and down “Yup, this sweater definitely looks better on you, baby. And wha-” he pulled the bottom of the sweater up slightly, revealing the boxers you’d stolen from him too “and my boxers as well? It’s a good thing you’re so fucking cute, I swear. Little thief, you are.” He leaned down and grabbed the back of both of your thighs, scooping you up and wrapping your legs around his torso. He squeezed you tighter as you placed your hands on either side of his face and kissed him once more. “I can’t believe I’ve known you for 7 years.” the words came out like a whisper and you just traced the back of his neck with your fingers, watching his expression as he continued to speak “I never thought I’d have this. That I could deserve something like we have. Like, we have something to be proud of.“

“I know we do.” you tapped his shoulder, and he placed you back on the floor, you grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the bed. You went to opposite sides before pulling down the covers and meeting in the middle, you draped your arm over him, his hand immediately reaching to play with your fingers as you laid your head on his chest. “I’m so happy you kissed me at that party, Michael.” That made his sleepy expression perk up, curiously waiting for you to elaborate. “I was so scared that night, I had just moved here and I didn’t know anyone. Then all of these kids were yelling at me to kiss you, and I had never kissed anyone before, let alone a complete stranger. And do you remember what you told them?” He raised an eyebrow, smirk growing on his face urging you to go on “You said ‘fuck off! She doesn’t have to kiss me if she doesn’t want to!’”

“And that was the moment you knew I was the one, huh? Ya just couldn’t resist me” you laughed at his confidence and squeezed him tighter

“I thought you were cute because you stood up for me so I agreed to kiss you, and then you gave me the worst kiss ever!” you squeaked, laughing into his chest

“Ouch!” he yelped gripping his heart in fake agony which only fueled your laughter

“Hey! Just because I said it was the worst, doesn’t mean it wasn’t my favorite…”

“Mine too, babe. And, I think we’ve gotten a lot better at the whole kissing thing since then, don’t ya think?” He didn’t wait for a reply before pulling your face up to meet his, kissing you deeply. He reached down, grabbing your leg to pull over him so you were straddling his thighs, you bent down to him putting even more passion into the kiss. Your hands on the back of his neck, fingers tangling into his hair as you nipped at his bottom lip gently, causing a soft moan to fall between the kiss. He flipped you back over, hovering over you but to his displeasure, you broke the kiss. "Babeeee” he whined, a pout forming on his lips.

“We both know where this is going, so I want to give you your gift now.”

“(Y/N), I—“

“Shush.” You pulled the bag out from under your pillow and handed it to him, waiting patiently for him to open it

“(Y/N), baby, this is amazing! Here, help me put it on!” You smiled as you tied the leather cord around his wrist. You looked up at him to see him beaming at you, smile wide on his face and his cheeks flushed pink, he caught your lips with his before speaking again, smile never leaving his face “I love it, it’s perfect. And I really, really love you too (Y/N).” you smiled and pulled his hand up to your lips, pressing a kiss to the back of it. You thought for sure he’d want to get right back to the fun stuff, so you were shocked when he spoke again "I think we should talk to your parents tomorrow.” You swear you could have fainted at his words

“….really? You want to throw yourself to the wolves willingly?”

“Your parents arent that bad, (Y/N).”

“Debatable” he let out a laugh at your stubbornness but you both knew he’d get his way

“Babe, I don’t want to hide anymore. You mean more to me than anyone or anything on this planet and I want everyone to know it. I frankly don’t give a shit if they like me.”

“But what if they decide to box me up and ship me to another country?”

“Won’t be able to do that.” You raised your eyebrow at his statement.

“And how’s that, Clifford?” It was then that he pulled a little box out from his pocket, he handed it to you and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest. You opened it to see a set of keys. It took you a second to wrap your mind around what was happening until Michael spoke again

“Because, we live together now. Moving day officially begins in about 9 hours.” You physically could not remove your jaw from the floor as you jumped into his arms, squeezing him tighter than you ever thought possible.

“I can’t believe this is real. This is perfect.” You peppered kisses all over him and he just laughed in response to your enthusiasm

“Officially starting our officially public life together, baby.”

“I can’t wait.” You whispered into his lips before pressing into them once again.

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captain-kingliamsqueen · 6 years

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You Can Only Be You (Liam x MC)

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Pairing: Liam x Riley

Summary:…Riley and her daughter have a heart to heart.

Word Count: 2,191

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It was 9pm when Riley approached her daughter’s bedroom. Liam was in a late meeting and wasn’t due back at the apartment for another hour.

“Deli-Bear, it’s time to put the book down” Riley stated calmly from the bedroom door. The 15-year-old looked up at her mother with a frown.

“I’m almost finished, could I have five more minutes, please?”

“sweetie you have school in the morning”

“I know…I promise I’ll go straight to sleep as soon as I’ve finished” Riley wasn’t sure what it was that she seen in her daughters eyes…but it wasn’t the usual happy glow she had.

“…alright…five minutes, but that’s it, as soon as the five minutes are up, its bed time” Riley stated. “thank you” Delilah replied as she buried her head back into her book. Riley stayed for a moment as she watched her daughter reading happily, buried in her book. Her attention was caught when she heard a noise coming from the other bedroom, where their youngest slept. Riley crossed the hall and stopped at the door. she watched as the little girl playing with her new dollhouse, she had been attached to it, since her mother and father gifted her with it for her fourth birthday. Riley cleared her through letting the little one know she was there, then let out a giggled a she seen her jump after being caught. Riley walked over to her and kneeled beside her.

“you should be sleeping” she whispered

“I got scared” the little girl mumbled

“scared of what baby?”

“the wind, it’s too loud”

“oh baby, it’s okay, it’s just a little wind, why don’t you and I climb into bed?” Riley gently wrapped her arms around her.

“will you stay, until I’m sleeping?” the little one asked in a whisper as she cuddled her mother.

“of course, I will, baby” Riley stood to her feet, taking the little girl’s hand in her own.

“c’mon sweetie, let’s get you to bed” Riley walked her over to the bed, she lifted the duvet, then help her climb back in then she lay herself down on top of the duvet.

“now, Ella, it’s time to go to sleep”

“I can still hear it”

“it’s okay, baby, it’s just a little wind, it can’t hurt you”

“promise?”

“I promise, sweetie” Riley whispered as she gently ran her fingers through Ella’s Hair. “Goodnight Ella” she whispered before She placed a gentle kiss on her head as she sang softly to her daughter, sending her to a slumber. Riley was startled when she went to turn and get out of bed and seen Liam stood at the door.

“how long have you been there?” she asked

“not long” he whispered, trying not to wake the little one. as Riley made her way to Liam, he opened his arms, pulling her into his hold, placing the most gentle kiss on her head.

“was it the wind keeping her up again?” Liam asked

“yeah, poor girl” she sighed as she cuddled into him.

“why don’t we get to bed?” Liam asked

“hmmm I like the sound of that” she hummed with a smile.

“alright, c’mon then” the two headed down to their bedroom.

“I missed you today” Riley whispered tiredly as she squeezed his hand.

“I missed you too, Baby”

“I’m Exhausted, I feel like I could sleep for a year” Riley yawned as she headed for her dresser, then began to change

“me too, I feel like I haven’t slept in weeks”

“what times your first meeting tomorrow?” Liam asked from the across the room.

“ten am”

“alright, why don’t I have it postponed for a couple of hours, you can sleep a little longer?”

“I can’t ask you to do that Liam, plus I have to get the children up for school, Ella has to go to her nursery class” The two headed for the bathroom, where they done their usual routines of washing their faces and brushing their teeth.

“you didn’t, I offered, it’s fine, I have an early meeting anyway I’ll get them up” he smirked “I’ll send Alex a message and let him know to postpone it”

“thank you honey” Riley smiled, she rinsed her mouth then, placed a kiss on Liam's lips. After the two finished their routines they headed for bed, turning the bedroom light off on the way. Once they were in bed, Riley shuffled over to cuddled Liam, pulling the duvet on her side of the bed, around her tightly, keeping her warm.

“its freezing in here” she mumbled

“c’mere” Liam whispered as he cuddled close to her, he gently ran his hand up and down her thigh, to help her warm up. “hmmm my human radiator” Riley smirked.

“Liam?”

“yeah?”

“I love you”

“I love you too baby” he whispered as he gently placed a kiss on her head.

The next day Riley awoke to a noise coming from somewhere in the apartment. She stretched and yawned as she reached out to lift her phone to check the time. Eleven am… there shouldn’t be anyone in the apartment, the children were all out, Liam was in is second meeting of the day. Riley got out of bed, pulling her robe and slippers on, then she headed out of the bedroom. She quietly made her way down the hallway past Ella’s bedroom, then the boy’s bedroom after that. As she went to pass Delilah’ room, she heard the noise, louder, this time…it was coming from in there.

She took a deep breath as she placed her hand on the handle, her heart was beating out of her chest, then she flung the door open. She gasped as she seen Delilah sitting on her bed, reading.

“DELILAH RHYS! WHY ARE YOU NOT AT SCHOOL?!” she reprimanded

“mom!” Delilah jumped.

“I-um…”

“does your dad know you’re here?”

“no…please mom, don’t tell him!” the teen stood from the bed and approached Riley.

“does security know you’re not at school?”

“yes, I told Mara I wasn’t feeling very well, she was going to speak to dad, but I reminded her that dad was in a meeting and it wouldn’t be right to interrupt it.”

“Why aren’t you at school?”

“I…I don’t like it there”

“what do you mean you don’t like it, Delilah?”

“the other kids there, they don’t like me mom”

“Deli, you gotta elaborate, tell me what you mean?”

“they pick on me mom”

“they pick on you?”

“yeah…they…they don’t like me”

“baby, not everyone is going to like you”

“mom, they call me names…I don’t want to go back, they make fun of me.” Delilah burst into tears

“hey, listen” Riley instantly wrapped her arms around her daughter, holding her close. “what they say…it doesn’t matter sweetie”

“but the things they say mom…they comment on my clothes, my looks, everything about me, sparks a comment…I don’t like being there”

“hey, look at me…I don’t care what they say…you are perfect just the way you are. Everyone is different baby, but you can only be you, if they don’t like that…then fuck them”

“mom!?” Delilah chuckled slightly at her mother’s foul language.

“what? It’s true! Fuck them all! Listen…ive been through what you’re going through…I struggled…I struggled horrible baby, they called me all sorts…when I was your age, I had a million freckles on my face” Riley smiled “and one day…my best friend…she called me a leopard, do you know what I did”

“what?”

“I went home, and I cried myself to sleep…”

“but…but your always so strong”

“yes…I am now…most of the time. But you can ask every person on the planet…and majority will tell you when they were you’re age…they struggled too… the only difference between you and me baby, is that its people who don’t know you, that are judging you, they don’t know anything about you babygirl so don’t let them hurt you …it was my friends that turned on me…”

“this one girl…we were joined at the hip…we were friends since day one, we met in our first year of high school…and I remember one day…she made a comment about how I was putting weight on and that I was too big…at this point I was actually underweight for my height and everything, then she said…what was it now… ahh that’s it “y’know ri, maybe you should start wearing make-up and get yourself a boyfriend” and that tore me apart…so I started eating a little less…and I always thought so badly of myself, I was wearing make up all the time because I thought you know Riley, if you don’t start wearing make-up…you won’t be pretty enough to have a boyfriend…if you put any more weight on…no guy is gonna wanna look at you…I knew it was bullshit but…I was between the ages of 14 and 16…I was thinking the same thing most teenagers were thinking…my brain was toxic when I was your age…for years, I struggled because I let what they said get to me…and I shouldn’t have…I didn’t have anyone I could speak to about it, I spent years, full of so much anxiety, I couldn’t go to school…college or work without a face full of makeup, I could not do it, I feared what people thought of me because the girl called me weird, I questioned everything I did, I would have anxiety attacks at work, at my first job, working in a store…lots of people coming in and out…my brain was working overtime…all of these people were judging me… when I was twenty…I told myself, no…I will not live my life like this! I will not live my life based on what other people thought…I told myself…they don’t know me…they don’t know anything about me…so why on earth should I let my life be ruled by what they might say…I would never know if they did say anything…because I don’t know them” she chuckled “I’m telling you all of this…because I need you to believe me when I tell you…that what they say…it doesn’t matter…what they say…is not the truth…and if you let it get to you baby it will do more harm than good. You know…when I started my job at the bar that I met your father at…I made a decision…I made a decision to live my life…don’t let stupid things that don’t matter bother me. You go to school, and you work hard, you make friends… and you succeed babygirl! One day…one day you will be queen, and a lot of people will have some not very nice things to say…you could be the nicest…most generous queen but there will always be people trying to bring you down baby and its your decision to make…you can let them get to you…or you can choose to stand tall against them.”

“I don’t wanna hurt because of them mom”

“then don’t…let it go in one ear and out the other.” Riley gently wiped her daughters’ cheeks “for the record sweetie…your father has to know”

“but…”

“but nothing sweetie, he will be mad if we don’t tell him, he is your father…he needs to know…I think you should tell him”

“o-okay”

“I think he has a break between his meetings, shall we go and see if he’s in his office?”

“okay” Delilah nodded as she wiped her face.

Riley and Delilah left the apartment and headed for Liam's office. The two stopped as the came to his door. Riley knocked gently then opened the door, allowing Delilah to walk in first, she followed straight after, closing the door behind her.

“Deli, what are you doing here sweetie?” Liam asked as he stood and walked round to the front of his desk to meet his wife and daughter.

“Delilah has something to tell you”

“is everything alright, why aren’t you at school…are you okay?”

“daddy breathe…I’m okay”

“what’s wrong then?”

“I didn’t go to school today”

“why not? Are you sick?”

“no, I’m not sick…I didn’t want to go to school because…the other kids…they weren’t being very nice to me”

“what did they do? Did they hurt you?”

“they were calling me nasty names, making not very nice comments about me…I didn’t go because I didn’t want them to make me feel sad anymore” Riley and Liam swore they heard their hearts breaking.

“c’mere” he wrapped his arms around her. “we love you so much sweetheart, we love you the way that you are”

“I know daddy…I talked with mom and I’m going back to school tomorrow…and I’m not going to let them get to me”

“good, you’re a strong girl, Delilah…stronger than I was at your age. All I ask of you is that, if it continues…you will come and talk to us”

“I will…I promise”

“now…I have some free time…what do my girls think about having some lunch?” Riley and Delilah nodded happily as they headed out followed by Liam. Riley and Liam walked hand in hand as Delilah skipped a little ahead of them.

“oh…and Delilah?” Riley called catching her attention.

“yes mom?”

“next time you decide to skip school and not inform me or your father…my foot…might just connect with your ass”

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silverfootstepswrites · 6 years

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Equinox: Fall [5]

There were shots two days later. And it was Sakura that heard them. Three echoing cracks that bounced through the trees. Across the patches of mossy grass.

The first shot almost blended in with the drum sample playing from her speakers. She clucked her tongue, wondering whether she needed to turn down the distortion. But as she lowered her headphones to dangle from her neck, she heard the second shot. Her head jerked up.

She tried to remember which way she was facing. To see if she could guess which direction the sound had come from. And then the third shot rang out. Uncomfortably close.

Leaving the metronome running, Sakura ran down the stairs. Grabbing her phone from the kitchen counter, she called Tenten.

“Tenten, did you hear-” Sakura began asking.

“Are you home?” Tenten interrupted.

“Yeah.”

“Stay put. I’ll pick you up soon,” she told her. Sakura wondered if she had any thermoses she could use.

Half an hour later, Sakura slid into the passenger’s seat of Tenten’s white cruiser. Unscrewing the lid, she offered Tenten the metal thermos. Tenten accepted it, sniffing at it.

“Is there alcohol in this?” she asked.

“No,” Sakura replied.

“That’s a shame,” Tenten retorted before she took a sip. Sakura laughed. Even though she felt a little sick with anxiety already.

“It sounded really close. Like right by my place,” Sakura fretted. And then she worried even more as she thought to ask: “Did anyone get hurt?”

“I don’t think so. I honestly thought we would be fine if Genma’s wards were still working,” Tenten sighed.

When Sakura gave her a blank look, Tenten elaborated. “Genma cast a spell over the town a few years ago. Basically, if you’re not a supe, you sort of end up wandering away from town. And it’s worked pretty well until now. So it could be that Genma’s spell is broken or something.”

“So where are we going?” Sakura inquired.

“The old church for an emergency meeting. It’s a full moon tonight. The weres are super tense right now. We gotta decide what we’re going to do,” Tenten told her. Hands tight on the steering wheel.

“I don’t have much to contribute,” Sakura muttered, more to herself.

“Doesn’t matter. You’re one of us now. You should be there,” Tenten responded. She knocked her fist into Sakura’s upper arm. It hurt a little, but Sakura found herself smiling.

The church yard was filled with people when they arrived. Ino sat in the back of a black pickup truck with a couple big coffee urns and a stack of paper cups. She was busy serving steaming cups to the people that approached. Someone else distributed flashlights and flares from the back of another truck nearby.

It seemed like half the town was out here. Including several of the werewolves. Hana stood at the head of the weres, looking tense with her arms folded across her chest. Kiba stood beside her, still in his work clothes. Tenten illegally parked in an empty spot on the street.

“Hey. Glad you’re here,” Kakashi greeted them as they got out of the car. He jogged up to them, hands in the pockets of his jacket.

“Where’s the mayor?” Tenten questioned. And Kakashi pointed in the direction of a woman with long gold hair. Raising her hand in thanks, Tenten hurried off.

“You weren’t picking up. I was about to run to your house,” Kakashi then said, keeping his voice low. Sakura shut the car door. As the dome light went out, she felt Kakashi take her hand. His eyes widened when he realized that it was shaking.

“I heard the shots. Really close. Tenten came to get me,” she told him.

Kakashi put his other arm around her, pulling her close against his chest. His jacket smelled like wood smoke. A comforting smell. She felt him kiss the top of her head.

“You could’ve called me, you know,” he murmured.

“Yeah,” was all she mumbled in return.

“Hey, Sheriff, the mayor wants to get the meeting started,” Kiba’s voice interrupted right behind them.

Sakura tried to pull away from Kakashi. His arm didn’t budge. She tilted her head back. And she recognized the glint in his eyes, the set in his jaw. It wasn’t the first time she had seen it on a man before. It was just that she never expected Kakashi to make it. Feeling her eyes on him, Kakashi glanced down at her.

“I’m not a stress ball,” she complained. His expression softened at the edges.

“Sorry,” Kakashi said, releasing her. When she turned around, all she saw was Kiba’s back as he stalked off to join the rest of the group.

It was just after sundown. There were some faint streaks of orange and pink toward the horizon. A few of the cars had left their headlights on to act as spotlights. Some people sat on the hoods of their cars if they had parked close enough. But most stood. Many of them slurped coffee, steam curling into the air.

As Sakura and Kakashi approached, several people nodded in greeting. Ino waved from the back of the truck. Her smile was the same, which was a little comforting. But what really lifted Sakura’s spirits were the leashes hooked to the back of Ino’s truck. A dog barked in greeting, tugging at the leash. Sakura gasped.

“Hey, baby! Did you miss me?” she whispered. Kakashi had already teased her about how high her voice got whenever she saw his dogs. This time he only gave a snort as she abandoned him in favor of his pets.

Sakura knelt on the grass to rub her hands all over the dog’s neck. The rest of Kakashi’s hounds ran up to her. Bull snuffled so hard that she worried that he would pass out with all this excitement. Pakkun wiggled his way between her arms, demanding some pets too. And Sakura laughed. She had always loved dogs. But she had never had dogs love her just as much in return.

“Alright. Looks like most of us are here. Let’s get started,” the mayor announced. She didn’t need a megaphone. Her voice projected clearly into the night. And no one was stupid enough to try to out-yell an actual banshee.

Sakura made a shushing motion to Kakashi’s dogs. Picking Pakkun up, Sakura sat in the bed of Ino’s pick-up. Ino shuffled over to make room for her. As Pakkun settled into Sakura’s lap, giving a smug look to his brothers, Ino linked her arm through Sakura’s.

The mayor stood on top of an overturned crate. She wore a bright green vest and a scowl.

“I know everyone is very worried. So let’s get all our facts straight first. I want to make sure that we’re all on the same page,” she declared. All eyes were on her.

“We’ve got two humans in the woods. We’re not sure where. But they’ve been on a hunting trip for at least the past three weeks. And they’re getting too close for comfort. We’ve been hoping that they’d just clear out on thier own, but it’s the full moon tomorrow. We can’t risk any of the pups getting discovered, or worse, shot,” the mayor listed out.

“Is there any chance that the wards around town have weakened, Tsunade?” someone called out.

“No. We called Genma to confirm,” responded the mayor.

“So they’re probably just really stubborn and resisting the magical compulsions,” muttered Ino. Sakura nodded.

“The blood in the woods!” someone further back called. It wasn’t really a question. Just a reminder.

“Hana and her pack has confirmed that it was deer. Not any one of us,” Tsunade assured them. And a sigh of relief went around the gathered folks. Ino’s arm tightened a little. Sakura looked at her.

“I hope it wasn’t a mom. Or worse. A baby,” Ino whispered. Sakura patted her hand.

“Given the urgency of this situation, we’ve decided to search the woods to pinpoint the location of these hunters. I cannot stress how important it is to stay nonviolent,” Tsunade declared. And she paused to level certain people with a stern look. Her eyes lingered in particular on Hana.

“We’re all grown adults. So form your own teams. No one should be on their own. If you find them, do not confront them on your own. Call for backup. Update the group chat every hour. We’ll meet back here at midnight if we can’t find anything. That’s all.” And then Tsunade jumped off the crate. Tenten took her place. She also didn’t need a megaphone.

“I know that many of you want to go out and search. But if that’s not your strength, please stay in town. We also need people patrolling the streets and watching the roads,” Tenten requested.

Ino’s father raised his hand to volunteer. Several others followed his example.

“Alright. Let’s move out, people. Hourly updates. Here at midnight. Don’t be late,” Tenten reminded everyone. And then she began directing people to pick up flashlights and granola bars if they needed them.

Ino pursed her lips as she stared across the yard. Hana and her husband stood talking to Kiba. Kiba motioned in one direction and Hana in the other. It looked like they were trying to figure out how they would split up the woods. As he spoke, Kiba glanced at them. Quickly looked away.

Sakura knew it was childish. But it hurt a little to be treated like some kind of plague. Especially since he had been so chummy when they first met.

As people began breaking off in little clusters, Ino shook Sakura’s arm a little.

“What’s up with you and Kiba?” she asked in Sakura’s ear. Sakura shrugged.

“No idea. He’s been avoiding me, I think,” Sakura whispered back.

“Hmmm…” Ino hummed.

Kiba clapped his brother-in-law on the shoulder. Kakashi finished his conversation with the mayor. He began making his way over to them in a half-jog.

As Kiba strode past them, in the direction of his truck, Ino called out, “Sheriff, let me go with you. I’m spooked. I’m sticking with the dude with the gun!” And then she looked over at Sakura, eyes going wide.

“Oh, but then you’re alone, Sakura!” Ino realized, gasping too loudly.

Sakura rolled her eyes at Ino’s terrible acting.

“It’s alright, Ino. I’ll go with you guys,” Sakura replied. But before she could finish her sentence, Ino yelled over her.

“Kiba, you’re by yourself, right? That’s not allowed! Take Sakura,” Ino ordered.

Kiba, in the middle of climbing into his truck, froze. Leaning against his door, he pivoted to stare at Ino. The disbelief was clear on his face.

“Ino,” he sighed, shaking his head.

Ino glowered right back. Putting her hands on Sakura’s shoulders, Ino growled, “Are you telling me that you’re going to leave this lovely young lady on her own? To get shivved by hunters?”

“I’m pretty sure hunters don’t carry shivs, Ino,” Sakura pointed out. Ino ignored her. Because Ino was busy staring into Kiba’s eyes. Her gaze dragged very deliberately from Sakura, to Kakashi, back to Sakura. She raised her eyebrows. Kiba glanced in Kakashi’s direction too, lips thinning.

“Okay. That works out perfectly. Good luck, you two,” Ino said, cheery again. She gave Sakura a light push. Before Sakura could protest, Ino gave her another push. Sighing, Sakura hopped off the truck. She lowered Pakkun to the ground.

As she passed Kakashi, she offered him a smile. He didn’t smile back. He was busy staring at Kiba, who stared back with the same expression.

Hands slipping into the pockets of her jacket, Sakura hurried across the street. Kiba was still leaning against his open door. Sakura hesitated by the passenger side door. And then Kiba let out a long breath. Climbing into his seat, he shut the door behind them. He turned to look at her. He looked less than thrilled.

“Come on,” said Kiba.

Sakura was quiet as Kiba began driving through the streets. They passed a few groups of people walking. Kiba raised his hand in greeting. And every once in a while, he stole glances at Sakura when he thought she wasn’t looking. She saw anyway.

“Do you mind if I park at your place? We can start searching from there,” Kiba asked.

Looking out the window, Sakura nodded.

He didn’t say anything else to her during the drive. He pulled his truck into the long driveway, parking behind her cherry-colored sedan. The porch light was still on. There was a glow from inside too. She had left the lights on in the loft in her hurry.

Sakura hopped out of the battered pick-up before he cut the engine. His headlights dimmed as she headed around the side of the house, into the backyard. She could hear the door slam. His footsteps crunching as he followed behind her.

“Sakura, take the flashlight. You can’t see that well in the dark, right?” Kiba called after her.

Sakura ignored him. She tried to open her eyes as wide as she could as they headed deeper into the woods. She bit her lip as a branch whipped past her, stinging her cheek.

“Sakura.”

She said nothing, stomping on.

“Sakura, watch out for-”

Her foot caught on the roots of a tree. She pitched forward, arms swinging wildly, trying to find balance. Kiba seized her upper arm. He caught her just before she slammed face-first into the ground. Her breath came in short gasps. Kiba was panting too, eyes shining in the darkness. Like they were wet.

“You’re upset with me,” he realized.

Sakura wrenched out of his grip. “No, Kiba. I genuinely enjoy being ignored,” she snapped, straightening her clothes. When she felt a tap on her arm, she almost considered hitting him. But she found that it was just the flashlight. She snatched it without thanking him. She jammed her thumb against the button. A beam of bright light spilled from the end. Sakura aimed it at the ground as she started walking again. She didn’t even know if this was the right direction. She just didn’t want to stand there talking to Kiba.

It was a long time before she heard Kiba’s voice. It was just his boots crunching over leaves for a while. And then he said, “Hey. Can we talk?”

No response.

“Sakura?”

“Oh. Sorry. Didn’t realize you were talking to me. I thought you would rather talk to that leaf. Or that log,” she retorted. She ducked under a low branch. And then she heard Kiba’s soft “ow” as he ran straight into it.

“Can you at least give me a chance to explain?” he demanded. There was an edge to his voice. That made her bristle. Stopping in her tracks, she whirled to glare at him. He nearly ran into her as she shoved her finger into his chest. Hard.

“Is that the tone of someone who suddenly acts like he would rather be burned at the stake than to have to speak to me? And then you go around glaring at the people who do talk to me?” Sakura demanded. She knew that she shouldn’t get angry like this. Because that wasn’t the point of all this. She hadn’t come out here to pick a fight with him. It was like high school all over again.

But she was hurt.

“No. Look. It’s not like that,” Kiba tried to say.

“I get it, okay? I know how this goes. But most people have the decency to say when they were freaked out by me,” she went on. And she gave him another shove in the chest. Weaker this time.

Kiba grasped her wrist.

“Sakura,” he sighed. She jerked away from him.

Kiba made a noise of frustration, rubbing both his hands through his hair. And then, to her surprise, he got down on the ground, kneeling in front of her. His hands clasped in front of him.

“Okay. I screwed up big time. Please let me explain,” Kiba pleaded. Gazing up at her with those big puppy dog eyes.

She stared at him. Which he took as a ‘go ahead’. Kiba placed his hands on his knees.

“So… a few weeks ago, I was talking to Ino-”

Sakura snorted. So typical of a man to blame someone else for his actions. Kiba bit his lip, but kept going.

“And Ino noticed that you felt… weird around me. And so I asked her ‘what kind of weird’? And… well… she said that you seemed…. guilty whenever you mentioned me.”

Sakura actually considered this. She hadn’t said anything to Ino about it. But she had felt some pangs of guilt. Especially when he had gone out of his way to help her out so many times. Swapping light bulbs in her house. Fixing a leaky faucet. Even cleaning out the gutters, which had taken an entire afternoon.

“Ino said that you probably felt like I was only doing all that because of your… voice,” he went on.

His eyes flickered up to her. Then back down to the ground.

“So I started thinking about what you said…. that day you told me to be careful.”

She didn’t need him to elaborate. She knew exactly what he was referring to.

‘So be careful there, Slick. Whatever you’re feeling up there and down there only lasts for as long as you can hear this voice.’

It wasn’t the first time she had given a warning like that. The draw of her voice faded pretty quickly once she stopped talking. And since most people developed a sort of immunity to her voice, without that irresistible charm, most people grew tired of her. So many men had confessed undying love to her before drifting away only a couple weeks later.

“I decided to not hear your voice for a while. To see if you were right. That’s why I was avoiding you. I wanted to make sure I couldn’t hear your voice. Just to see what would happen,” Kiba told her.

Sakura grudgingly admitted that that made sense. Because once the haze cleared, it would be obvious. That it was the siren’s pull and not her that kept him so interested. She smirked.

“But I still thought about you. Even after I couldn’t hear you anymore,” he went on.

Her smile faded.

“I just… I started to realize that I like talking to you. Like you’re really smart and funny. And kind. But also a little mean,” he listed. And then he made a panicked face. “But in a good way!”

He rubbed his palms on his thighs now. Obviously uncomfortable.

“You’re really cool, Sakura. I like hanging out with you because you’re you. And I’m pretty sure I’d feel the same way if you were a werewolf or a fairy or even a human,” Kiba concluded.

Sakura stood there, just taking all this in. This was really a first for her. She had received so many marriage proposals and ridiculous confessions of love. This was kind of similar, but also really not. And as she considered all this, Kiba’s head swiveled toward the left. It took several more seconds for her to hear crashing and cracking in the distance. And then there was a bloodcurdling scream, followed by a feral snarl.

Their eyes grew huge as they stared at each other. As the noises grew louder, Sakura grabbed Kiba’s sleeve.

“OkayIforgiveyoulet’sgetoutofhere!” she babbled, trying to yank him to his feet. And Kiba did stand up, but he obviously had no intention of running off with her.

Instead, he clenched his hands into fists. She could feel his skin begin to heat up, alarmingly hot. As he snarled, his canines lengthened, face stretching. Fur erupted all over his body. His clothes burst as his entire form warped, limbs expanding and shifting. It was a little horrifying, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away.

After several seconds, a big wolf panted in front of her. Warm breath blowing onto her skin. It would have terrified her a little more if he hadn’t opened his eyes. And the color hadn’t changed at all. Deep brown. Warm.

Still, Sakura jumped back when the wolf bared his knife-like teeth, letting out a snarl that rattled her deep into her bones. But instead of approaching her, the wolf pivoted to the left, taking several steps forward. Almost like he was trying to protect her.

Two men exploded out of the densely-packed trees. They were dressed in camo. One had a rifle clenched in his fists. The other carried a duffel bag. The zipper was open, half the contents spilling out as he crashed through the foliage.

The one with the rifle shrieked as he spotted Kiba. Squinting one eye shut, he lifted his gun and pulled the trigger. He missed, dark smoke seeping from the end of his gun. But then he pulled the lever to load the second cartridge in place. And this time, when he fired, Kiba let out a high-pitched whine, jerking back several paces. Sakura ran forward, running her hands up his back to check for blood. Kiba snapped his jaws at her until he saw that it was her.

Two more wolves emerged from the brush. They snarled, taking slow steps forward. One of them spotted the blood dripping from Kiba’s forepaw and let out a deep, guttural growl.

“Wait. The mayor said ‘no violence’!” Sakura yelled.

And Sakura knew that one of the other wolves was Hana. Because somehow, the look that the wolf gave her managed to convey ‘are you serious?’ through all that fur and teeth.

“Let….” Sakura sighed. “Let me try something.”

There was a long moment as the wolves gazed at each other. And then the one she thought was Hana sniffed. In a sort of ‘go ahead’ noise.

When Sakura took a step toward him, the hunter with the rifle raised it, bracing it against his shoulder. She had heard him reload it as she she spoke. She had never been shot before, but she guessed from Kiba’s whimpering that it wasn’t too fun. Hands raised in front of her, she took another slow step.

“Wh-what the fuck is going on here? Are you with them? You some kind of witch?” the other hunter demanded.

Sakura took another slow step.

“Listen. You boys are lost out here in the big, dark woods. That must be so scary,” she murmured.

She took another step. And as she did, she reached deep into her chest. Drawing from that pool of dark, cool water inside her. She took a deep breath through her nostrils. And she couldn’t see herself. But she knew that her eyes had shifted from green to a clear, almost-glowing gold.

“Poor babies,” she cooed. “You must be so tired from all the running.” As she stepped again, she saw the rifle falter a little.

“Since you’re so tired, let me sing you a lullaby,” Sakura announced.

Not much was known about sirens, according to the town library. She had seen some books speculate that songs were passed down from mother to daughter. Or that they were taught by an older, more experienced mentor. But the truth was that songs ran in the veins of every siren. They came from the marrow, rising straight up through the bones. And she could see the song as it spiraled out of her throat. A low, tremulous note that rose in pitch. Like a golden mist that poured from her lips.

Sakura watched the faces of both hunters relax. The one with the rifle dropped his firearm. Arms hanging dumbly at his sides. Sakura stood right in front of them. As her golden song spun a web around them, weaving through their heads, wrapping up their limbs.

The lyrics came to her as if she had rehearsed them all her life. It was the tale of a mariner lost at sea. He spends many months pining for his home, wondering when death would finally come. Eventually, a kind wind takes pity on him and blows him back to safety. Where the townspeople welcome him back with open arms.

She touched the cheek of the one with the duffle bag as the song came to an end. The golden threads of the music clung to his face, shoulders.

“Why don’t you take a nap?” Sakura suggested, her voice echoing softly.

“Will you be here when I wake up?” he questioned.

“Of course. Just sleep, darling,” murmured Sakura. A dumb smile spread across his face as he swayed. And then he fell backwards onto the forest floor, Dead leaves crunching under him. His trigger happy friend followed a second later.

Sakura took several steps back. She started when she felt something cold nudge her hand. It was just Kiba, his eyes sleepy. She was surprised that he was awake at all. She wondered if being in wolf form had given him some amount of protection. Which she suspected was the case when she saw that the other male wolf was also still awake.

“I’m pretty rusty so that might not hold for long. We should call the others,” Sakura declared. She cleared her throat when she still heard a slight resonance in her own words. And then she glanced at her companions. And realized that wolves probably didn’t carry phones in their… Wolves didn’t carry phones.

“Okay, I’ll call.”

Backup arrived about 40 minutes later. One of the other weres had followed Kiba’s scent all the way to their location. It was a tight squeeze, but he had managed to navigate his car into the forest.

“…So you… sang them to sleep?” Tenten asked. Just to make sure she understood the story right.

“Sure. If you want to be reductive and downplay how cool I just was,” replied Sakura. And Tenten snorted. Putting her arm around Sakura’s shoulders, she shook her a little.

“Sorry. You sang them to sleep…like a badass,” Tenten amended. Several feet away sat the werewolves.

“Ah, you’ll be fine. You weres heal so fast,” Tsunade said, examining Kiba’s arm.

Sakura had received quite a shock when she realized that werewolves did not magically turn back into humans with new clothes. Which made sense. She just wished someone had warned her not to look. Thankfully, someone had thought to bring some blankets with them. One of which was currently draped around Kiba. He looked past Tsunade, right at her. And despite the fact that he had just been shot at, he smiled at her.

“Alright. I’m assuming they came in a car. We gotta find it. Put them on the road far from town,” Kakashi mused.

“What’s gonna happen when they wake up?” Tenten inquired.

“I suggested that they go home. They’ll probably think all this was a weird dream. There’s a small chance that they’ll resist it. But… I doubt it. Humans are so easy,” Sakura sighed.

Hana raised her hand.

“We can go track down their car. Kiba should go home and rest,” she suggested. And while Kiba looked ready to protest at being left behind, he glanced down at his arm. While the bleeding had stopped, it would definitely slow him down for a while.

“Yeah. Alright,” he agreed.

People got busy. Someone hunted the foliage for the spent rifle shells. Another began moving leaves and dirt to mask the footprints on the trail. Hana and her husband shifted back to wolves, sniffing around the hunters to get their scent.

Kakashi crouched down in front of Sakura. She had found a nice tree stump to sit on since her legs were a bit wobbly. Kakashi touched her forehead, and then her cheek.

“You alright?” he inquired.

“Yeah. I’m only half. So singing takes a lot out of me,” she confessed. When his forehead wrinkled, she added, “I’ll be fine after a good night’s sleep.” Kakashi gazed up into her face for another moment before he nodded. Sighing, he glanced over his shoulder.

“I wanted to make sure you got home okay, but…” Kakashi trailed off. She gave him a gentle push.

“Go. Be the hero that Gotham needs,” she urged. He cracked a smile at that. He held her hands between his for a moment. giving them a light squeeze. And then he got to his feet, phasing into the black, misty dog as he approached the wolves. They sniffed the snoring hunters for a little longer before they took off running through the woods.

Tsunade and Tenten urged her to head home.

“Get some rest. You did good, kid,” Tsunade told her.

“I’ll go with you. My car’s at your place anyway,” grunted Kiba, treading barefoot through the leaves. The blanket trailed behind him, making him look like an old, wise king. Sakura said so, which made him laugh.

“Crap. I forgot the flashlight,” Sakura realized after a few minutes. Long after the light from the car and all their friends had faded. She heard Kiba chuckle. And then he took her hand.

“Don’t worry. I got you,” he said.

After several minutes, she spotted the glow of her house in the distance.

“Hey. Sakura?”

“Yeah?”

They took a few more steps.

“For real, though, I’m sorry for being a jerk to you,” Kiba apologized. She squeezed his hand a little. He squeezed back. She felt a little sad when they finally reached the house. The blackberry bush he had replanted was growing nicely. Although she still didn’t know whether it was facing north or not.

As she walked up the front steps to the porch, she glanced down at Kiba’s muddy feet. He said that walking barefoot didn’t bother him. But she couldn’t imagine that having dirty feet felt good either.

“Uh…. do you wanna come inside and rinse off? I don’t know if you’ll fit in any of my clothes…” she offered. Kiba chuckled at the idea. He pointed to his truck.

“I always have spares. Just in case,” he told her. “But I would appreciate the washing. I feel like a swamp monster.” And he wiggled his muddy toes.

Sakura headed into the house first as he got his clothes from his truck. She could hear the metronome still beeping from her computer as soon as she walked inside. She hurried upstairs to turn it off and to save her program before she put her computer to sleep. There was no way she was getting any more work done tonight after all the crazy things she had both witnessed and done. When she headed downstairs, Kiba was already in the bathroom. She could hear the fan running and see the light from under the door.

She remembered taking a seat at the kitchen counter. She wanted to say goodbye to Kiba before going to bed.

But then the next thing she recalled was being carried to bed. By someone who smelled like her peppermint soap. She heard him grunt.

“Sorry, ‘m I heavy?” she slurred. She recognized Kiba when he chuckled. The sound rumbling up from his chest.

“Nah. You’re light as a feather. I stubbed my toe,” he replied. He lowered her onto the soft bed. Pulling the comforter over her. Sakura almost giggled. She hadn’t been tucked in like this in a long, long time. His hand smoothed over her hair.

“Night, Kiba,” she mumbled, turning on her side.

There was a very long, long pause. Sakura almost opened her eyes to check to see if he was still there. But then she felt Kiba kiss her cheek.

“Night, Sakura,” he replied.

He closed the door behind him. Sakura didn’t fall asleep until she heard his tires crackle over the driveway. The sounds of his truck fading down the street.

Somewhere in the distance, a wolf let out a long howl.

In the morning, Kakashi showed up with coffee and donuts. His nose wrinkled as she opened the front door.

“It smells like werewolf piss again,” he told her.

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Future Endeavors

"-take me seriously. I'm the best mage to ever live."

"I know."

"Honest, demon, I am."

"I'm agreeing."

"They just don't respect me. No one respects me."

"I respect you."

"Well, yeah, Mira, I know that you do, but you don't count."

"That's not very nice, dragon."

Laxus only sighed, glancing over at her. They were seated on the couch, him stretched out so his feet were resting in her lap as she rubbed them for him.

"I just want some respect," he grumbled. "That's all."

"Awe." She glanced over at him and gave him a smile. "Poor dragon. What else can the demon do to make you feel better? Huh?"

Well…

Figuring he'd ease his way in on that request, he said, "My feet aren't the only thing tired. My back hurts and my arms are sore and I-"

"Oh, dragon." She shoved his feet out of her lap before getting to her own. "Come on then."

Mirajane knew just how to handle her dragon. She led him to the bedroom before going off to get him a beer. Then she slipped him out of his coat and unbuttoned his shirt as he just sat on the edge of the bed, sipping on his drink.

"You can get naked too," he offered to which she only rolled her eyes. "What? If it makes you more comfortable-"

"Don't ruin this."

Believe him; he wasn't trying to. But you never know unless you try.

Once she got his shirt off, Mirajane only moved to get into bed and sit behind him. That was fine, actually. He wanted to finish his beer and get a bit more relaxed before they did anything.

"Comfy?"

"Mmmm," he moaned as Mirajane took to rubbing at his shoulders. "Yeah, demon. You're so good to me."

That got the back of his neck a kiss. "What got you so tense to begin with, Lax?"

Well, that was actually a long story.

"Your stupid sister and Bickslow went out training with me and, when I went to take a sip from my water bottle at a break, I found that they'd put mud in it! Then Freed was upset that I didn't ask him to go, so he thinks for some reason giving me the silent treatment's going to hurt my feelings or something. And your brother and Evergreen were just…themselves, which is annoying and-"

"Poor dragon."

Huh. Maybe it wasn't that long of a story.

"Poor me."

"You just have to stop spending so much time with the Thunder Legion and my siblings," she said before kissing his ear, her hands digging into his shoulder blades at the same time. "And spend more time with me."

Grunt. "I want to, demon, but you're always working. And you never train with me."

"I have too."

"Not that often."

"You don't ask me."

"Yes," he grumbled. "Of course I do." After all, nothing got Mira hotter than watching him work out. "You just always have to work."

"That's not my fault."

"Is too. Take less hours."

"And what, Laxus? Not make a house payment?"

Grunt. Then, "You promise to rub my down like this every night, you can just stay here."

That time his ear got bit, if only gently. Against it, she whispered, "You're being naughty."

"You bring me beers, clean up around the place, make me dinner, I'd let you stay here for free. Never have to work again."

"You could just hire a maid, you know."

"I can't fuck a maid, can I?"

"Not if you want to stay with me, you can't."

"Hn."

"Besides." Her breath was still hot against his ear as she leaned against him, hands running down his shoulders then to rest on his biceps. "You don't fuck me, do you, dragon?"

"Thought I did." He downed some more of his drink. "Mira."

"No, silly." Nuzzling her head against his, she whispered, "That's what you do to people you don't care about."

"No." He paused to take another sip. "It's not."

"How is it not?"

"I don't have to be soft and sweet to show ya how much I love you," he grumbled. "And you know that. When I got you writhing around and you're clawin' me and it's just all so much? That's because I love you too."

"That's lust."

"Same thing."

"It is not."

"Ain't you supposed to be massaging my shoulders, woman?" One last sip. Then, "And I need another beer."

"I am off the clock, you know."

"Yeah, whatever, maid."

"Dragon-"

Sighing loudly, he leaned over slightly, to set the empty bottle on the dresser. "I can lust after you, demon, and love you. Is it just fucking sometimes, with other people? Sure. And in the beginning, it was that way with you too."

"Gee, thanks."

"You're hot," he told her simply. "I'm hot. We should fuck."

"I think you're getting off-track."

Yeah. Thinking about Mira did that to him. It was just so hard to keep focus.

"My point," he said as she took to just leaning against his back, arms stretched over his shoulders so that they hung around his neck, "is that we've gotten closer. And now, yeah, sometimes I just wanna fuck you because I'm horny, but underneath all that is me loving you."

The side of his head got a kiss that time. "That makes no sense."

"Does to me."

"Yeah, well-"

"Massage, woman."

"You're such a brat." Still, she moved to start on his shoulders again. "You're not even tense anymore."

"You relax me."

"Awe."

Shutting his eyes, he said, "Back to you staying home and making me dinner every night-"

"That's not happening."

"I could make it worth your while."

"I'm listening."

"Besides unlimited access to my body-"

"I don't think that has the appeal you think it does," she said. "And I sorta already have that privilege."

"Demon, shush. I'm sweetin' the pot here, yeah?" Rolling his shoulders when she hit a good spot, he said, "I'd even put a little ring on your finger, yeah? Let you spend some jewels. And babies galore."

Mira's hands stilled again. "Wait, Lax, are you…proposing to me?"

"I dunno. Am I?"

Was he?

"You would be the one to know."

"I'm just saying that these are the things you'll get if you move in with me."

"What? You think that that's all I want to do with my life? Sit around an apartment, have your babies, and make you dinner?"

"Well…I mean, you can still play your little guitar and go up to the guild sometimes, but I don't know of any other aspirations you have, no." He turned his head to look back at her in the dark bedroom. "I thought you wanted to have my babies."

"Oh, I do."

Heh.

"But that's not, like, my life goal or anything."

"Everyone should want to have baby Dreyars," he told her. "Look at us. Look at me. I'm perfection embodied."

"Well, except for your eyebrows."

"Eh?"

Nodding, she said, "And you guys sure have some wonky personality traits."

Growl. "Mirajane-"

"And I have yet to meet any of the women in your family. What's up with that? I mean-"

"It's not like you and your siblings are at the top of the gene pool."

"Hey!" That got him a slap to the back.

"It's true. Your brother has a man fixation and your sister clearly has some sort of brain damage. No one spends that much time with the Salamander and his damn cat without it."

"Laxus-"

"But," he went on. "Look at me. A fine specimen, yeah? And you're just amazing all around. Our babies? They'll be super babies. The best babies around. Little demon-dragon hybrids. They'll eat other babies alive!"

"Well, I'd hope not. Cannibal children would be so hard to keep fed."

"Demon."

"You don't really want babies so soon anyhow, do you?" She leaned down to kiss where she'd slapped. "Dragon?"

"I thought you did," he told her. "That's all you ever talk about. Having a family and a house and pets-"

"I do want that," she told him. "But I want to spend some time being married first. Living together. Just being around one another. You know, before we add someone else to that."

"That sounds nice."

"It will be."

"Do I still get beer service and dinners during that time or does that hinge on children? Because-"

"Laxus."

"Mmmm," he hung his head one last time before moving to turn and climb into bed as well. Mirajane giggled, noticing this before, to his surprise, purple tiles appeared around her as she transformed. When they dissipated, she was still herself, but in something far more appealing than her usual dress.

"New lingerie, demon?" he asked, stalking the bed as she scooted back to accommodate him.

"You like?"

"Very much." When he got to her, it was only because she ran out of room to run, the headboard behind her then as he moved to get over her. "But-"

"Hmmm?"

"You," he told her before pressing a kiss to her nose, "are starting to edge in on Erza's territory with these outfit changes."

Mirajane only giggled. "She'll get over it."

Lowering his head, he whispered against her neck, "She's gonna have to."

She only threw her arms around him, smiling at first, when he took to pressing kisses against her soft flesh, before slowly, asking, "Lax?"

"Hmmm?"

"Did you mean it?"

"About Erza? Sure."

"No, silly." When he lifted his head, he also moved to rest his weight against his arms, to make her more comfortable. Staring up into his eyes, she said, "About getting married."

"Oh. Well, yeah. You know I wanna marry you."

"But were you…proposing?"

Grinning widely then, Laxus said, "Baby, I don't gotta ring on me, but sure."

"Really?"

"Demon, there ain't no one better than you. You know that. You're my heart, yeah?" Laughing, he said, "The whole damn guild would be lucky to have you. You think that I would ever let you get away? Na-ah."

Her grin was just as wide. "I never pictured it like this."

"Hmmm?"

"It's just…I always thought it'd be a tad more elaborate."

Laxus blinked. Then his grin fell. "Oh."

"I mean, this is fine, but-"

"No, no. I'll go out and get you a ring and we'll go to dinner and-"

"No." There was some force behind that too. She was still smiling just as brightly as before. "I love this, Laxus. This is so…you. That you didn't even pan for this. You just felt it and you asked it. That means a lot more to me, really. You're impulsive."

"Yeah, but," he corrected lightly, "this wasn't just all impulsive. I have thought about it a lot. I just didn't mean for it to come out today. That's all. I've thought about marrying you for over a year. You mean so much to me though that I wanted everything to be right."

"This was right. Is right, I mean." Then she giggled. "Dragon."

His own grin returned. "Demon."

"Ah-ah." She shook her head. "Mrs. Dragon to you."

Laxus was chuckling then and fell back down on her, though he remedied this quickly by rolling onto his back, arms wrapped around her to take the demon with him, leaving her above him then.

"Dragon-"

"Mmmm." He sighed as she shifted to sit up, straddling his waist. "Got you."

"You do," she agreed, moving to rest her hands on his chest, staring down at him. As Laxus laid his hands over hers, staring up at her with a smirk, she asked, "Are you relaxed, Laxus?"

"Am now," he told her, eyes alight. "You gonna be my woman, huh? Forever and always?"

Bouncing slightly in his lap, she raised an eyebrow. "I thought I already was?"

Hehe. Laxus' silly little demon. What would he ever do without her?

It wasn't until a few hours later, as Mirajane was up, fixing them supper as Laxus sat at the kitchen table, sipping on another beer and running the numbers in his head of how much he could afford to spend on her ring (and wedding for that matter) that something occurred to her.

"Hey, Lax?"

"Hmmm?"

"Did they really make you drink muddy water?"

"Yes," he groaned. "They're horrible to me. No one respects me."

"Other than me," she reminded. And, with a grin, Laxus nodded that time.

"That's right, demon," he said before adding, "and really, you're the only one that matters."

#Miraxus #Mirajane #Mira #Mirajane Strauss #Mira Strauss #Laxus #Laxus Dreyar #Fairy Tail #Fanfiction

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so despite me saying to "act natural" hundreds of times over these 11+years and recently, people prefer to take the effort, and waste the energy, to do what the orchestrators say, and act in a manner that suits the "project/program/situation."-

-acting natural requires nothing from U. Just be U; don't hide that this "situation" for 11+ years occurred; and go by what comes to mind when U see me, or by a direct conversation/interaction. Simple. You can stop wasting your time on this pointless endeavor to pervert my life.-

-if that's too hard, go F*k urself. 11+ years of saying it? - I think is enough.

moving on...normal tweets...-

Bronxville Pondfield Road has several stores on both sides of the street. From outside, nice looking buildings, and you suspect the insides are about quality stuff. But the parking situation is ridiculous. To shop and spend money, U have to spend money on parking at the meters-

- &theres only like 20 meter parking spaces 4all these stores. Shouldn't the landlords or whoever contemplate the business that these stores are losing from lack of parking? -

-U drive all the way there, find out no parking...what do U do? Drive in circles until some1 vacates their meter parking space? What a waste of time...someone should do something for such a busy area...

Try drinks from Rebbl...they can be coffee substitutes...you can get them at ShopRite, but Wegmans has more variety in that brand...They're pretty expensive, but I hope if more people buy them or see their value, eventually the price will go down... https://rebbl.co/

I miss the days when Starbucks had an online store. Could have fresh coffee beans delivered to your residence...now you gotta go all the way to the store...-wait...did i tweet that already? if so, sorry for the repeat...

If you have an Alexa device, search the “Echo Wall Clock” on Amazon. It sets itself, especially when daylight savings time.

Have a “Hey Google” device? Try the “Philips Hue” smart bulb and multicolor smart bulb. The multicolor one provides different colors to the room on a “Hey Google” command. Search Amazon...

Im not sure if the orchestrators areTrying 2get me 2buy stuff or not, buts its like, from boxers to undershirts to socks to fleeces to shirts-theyve all goneMissing. I mean I know I had a ton of theseThings, when they all randomlyDisappear from ur laundry, U justThink, now what?!

so heard about the Blum Center and gave advice on healthier living...while their products are expensive, you learn about the benefits of all sort of stuff, even simple things like chia seeds and fiber and how they can keep you full and aid with morning bathroom rituals...- - from talk in previous tweet, this is the Blum Center's link: https://blumcenterforhealth.com/

John Douillard and his LifeSpa in Colorado (offering Skype meetings) can also aid with better lifestyles and healthier living. It's rooted in Ayurveda and Yoga and Meditation. Check out their site: https://lifespa.com/

Nothing like 90s music on Spotify...with the exception of their 2010s playlist for hits, Spotify is an indicator to me that music has gone downhill...

There’s something very attractive to me about a bottle of coke vs. the can... it’s just...aesthetically pleasing and tasty...

so there's like 10-20 normal tweets below. twitter has the most recent tweet on top. scroll down for the starting tweet with today's date... My twitter handle is @RennyJi or you can not follow me on twitter and still read with the web link: twitter dot com slash rennyji

in addition to the morning normal tweets, a thought-

So from my old complaints to the police elaborating on the science of a situation, it turns out I left out something that became transparent to me recently: This concept of filters people see through or the figurative lenses on the glasses they wear. -

-Years ago, I think there was something about me being a sweetheart and in need of friends( by a girl and her friends, a school, who cares, at this point)...ok...ummm..reality being, i see the concept of friends and relationships just like the next person: through fate, destiny,-

-or something as simple as bumping into someone repeatedly at a coffeeshop, you meet people.(Not by “the situation” discussing your whereabouts and timing. What I said is how things naturally happen and the “back to before all this/back to normal” idea that I’m after, along with not hiding anything) To see me, through the lens that I’m on some kind of endeavor to be an American icon, make everyone my -

-friend- well, that doesn’t match my goals, interests or personalities. In all that I do being relayed (probably, I dunno), maybe from my Twitter, you heard from me about how I kept a girl in my prayers; -

-maybe you heard since my childhood best friend/girl friend moved away, I’ve been on a lifelong quest for a replacement; maybe from the orchestrators you heard I can be loving to my sibling...-

-from the orchestrators, you see me as a, I guess, f* me, a sensitive caring male. From my stories, maybe you know my values. -

-But bear in mind, these are aspects or sides to a multifaceted personality, just like everyone else. Who I share the above sides or personas with, are my loved ones (family/friends). -

-So this raises the problem of who is my audience, when I or someone on my behalf, says things. I keep saying talk to me directly, because how I may be with you individually, may be different from a painting of my identity, for better or worse.-

-So two things thus far...what lens/ filter are you seeing me through? Next question, are you the intended audience? And all of this boils down to reputation. The concept of a person’s status in society, their reputation globally is something people work very hard for. -

-It is my intention to sue the orchestrators for soiling my reputation. Understanding this, they are of the belief, by relaying my life, a reputation will follow. But then the concept of audiences, filters, all rise again. -

-You*re making my reputation as America’s son/friend.-Not interested, beyond the Golden Rule. I renounce being an American, after what your people did, and I uphold my Indian heritage. 11 years of my life...hmmm...yeah I feel like the orchestrators are prostituting my life. -

-Im in a crazy situation. A 90 year old b*tch & her possibly lesbian passenger give me the OK to take a parking space. I go out to take it. She then stops me w/her car randomly, while the tool of a couple behind me shake their hands 4 me, to ignore the parking, and drive ahead.-

-I had my signal on, I was moving toward the space before all this happened ...you know, be it because of a “situation” or the filter this white woman sees “herself “through, she is not my boss, and her attitude on the road would only succumb to my attitude. -

-What does she think of herself? That disgusting nasty face she made. Does she see herself as superior? The nerve. All after she tells me to take the space, and then decides to take it herself. -

-The orchestrators tell family, friends, strangers to give me something to read into...it’s mind exploding because you expect me to take the bait and keep writing...I’ve praised women in my speech and in my writing, over their beauty and value in a mans life. -

-Like today, at a stop sign, driving home or taking a short cut elsewhere, saw a gorgeous tan blonde smiling. Seeing someone like her, for herself, can brighten any mans day, like a day of sunlight. But it should naturally happen.

-But that said, I’ve shown a value, a side. For some, it’s an opportunity to overestimate ur self worth. I am not desperate, despite throwing myself across the table. -

In this world, without sacrificing my dignity, from one extreme to another, I can arrange a marriage, or if it was about getting laid, pay someone. I aim to do things the right way. But then I see the 90 year old and idiot middle aged American women on the side of them -

-road involving themselves in this aforementioned parking attempt. Your rosy lives are ur rosy lives. I live in reality unlike whatever cloud You live on, while being a victim of abuse by the American orchestrators. So, Keep a check on ur attitudes in response in reading this.-

-Years ago, and now, I’ll say it again to my surroundings, I am a practitioner of the Golden Rule. I respect those who respect me. Some of you, in your world of games, please go waste someone else’s time. An American icon? A paragraph ago, -

- I explained how I see friends, because of randomness being flung on me like sh*t out of a toilet, for the purpose of constantly explaining things. -

-I make myself available, when and where, to anyone who’s anyone. The orchestrators want to dictate who can glance at me or make me approachable. Childish nonsense. Not out to make myself any more approachable than I am.

- Now I need some kind hearted person to talk to me and tell me what's going on. That Im not out of my mind. If ur waiting for this cr*p to be over, none of you will ever see me. I mean, I'm after peace of mind, and when I needed you, in the way that I did, you were never there.

-The orchestrators may tell you to so called "support me" by doing this/that...but that is not from me, may not even match the plan of the day. I honestly cannot make out what they're saying. -

If I'm right about stuff, its through coincidence or me figuring things out on my own. From any of you, the community, All I'm asking is for you to be a true American at heart and do the hard thing of telling me what's going on.-

-Thats the only thing I ever needed. Ud be a lifelong friend&hero. After this, w/my lawsuitMoney, Ill be on some privateEstate, far away, from these past ridiculous places of America. All I wanted 4 all these yrs is peace of mind & the Mutual Respect that the orchestrators took.-

-But going back to what I was saying, at the end of the day, beyond family and loved ones, I am not your friend or your enemy, or even paying attention to the cr*p left for me to read into. That stuff is between you and the orchestrators you blindly and ridiculously follow.-

-If you are not talking to me directly, then you are not helping me. Playing with your phone won’t make you a saint-for the orchestrators, in the past, I called this the American idol mentality. You think by voting for someone to win, you’re altruistic.-

-Save your energy, direct it towards someone who will appreciate it, or do something constructive. I’ve given my spheel about “being natural without hiding anything.” That’s the only help I seek. End of the day, you be you, I’ll be me. -

-At the beginning of this &now, Ive made it clear, not out of anger, spite, or because Im fresh out of some troubling incident: mind your own business. I don’t want you in my life, and to be honest, I don’t want to be in your heads either beyond the practice of the Golden Rule.-

-Get at me (Slang), or kindly get lost (Literal).-

-These sounds tell me they’re going to “do away” with me. The extent, depth, seriousness of that I dunno. (But if I’m to meet my end, I want the Americans to know this much from me, amidst the clouds you live on. -

-At the end of this, you all and the kid sounding faction of the orchestrators are in for a surprise. Really walked into it, as you'll figure out, soon enough.)-

-Ur faces or reactions or gestures do not match up to my writings, what I’m being told, etc.(this part goes to everyone, but especially my parents- I feel these people (orchestrators) are lying to you regarding their intentions and what they direct at me.)

-From past complaints being relevant in the present day or not, not gonna elaborate on past things after this. Way too much time for something I’m not willingly taking part in or interested in. Take care.

ending it for today with a few normal tweets -

Coffee machines with adjustable strength settings...expensive, but worth it!

getting a starbucks card, or memberships with doordash or massage places can be rewarding...

a person can say/do 10,000 good things, and being human, do 1 bad thing...but through human nature, other people will only remember/consider the bad thing without thinking things through...

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