#and when we we’re arguing she told me she hit me i didn’t even remember that

[elcpsstuff]

The Summer I Remembered You (C.F) (Part 9)

A/N: This series needs to SLOW DOWN. I remember being on ep 1😭

Synopsis: It’s the Fourth of July in cousins

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The fourth of July in cousins is a big deal. Susannah always goes full out by decorating the entire house. This year, it’s gonna be different, I can feel it.

John would be coming up for the fourth, and even though it’s with his girlfriend i’m still happy to see him. Things have been tense with me and Laurel this whole summer. I didn’t know if Mr. Fisher was coming.

Here I am attempting to put a sheet on the bed, but it won’t budge. I’ve never been good at these, and after a couple of tries I end up falling onto the bed frustrated.

“Need some help?” I look over and see Conrad leaning on the wall. My face instantly turns red.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah sure.”

He comes over to me and we’re so close, but I don’t say anything. He has this smug look on his face like “I’m better than you” which made me annoyed but also blush at the same time.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I mean, I wouldn’t say that Conrad and me are like friends again, because you sure has hell don’t look at your friend and think “I wanna kiss you.”

But we’re something.

“See, that’s how you do it.” He says smirking.

“Shut up.” I say while throwing a pillow at his face.

“Hey!” He throws one back and then I just look at him for a second contemplating if I should even ask, “Is your dad coming up for the fourth?”

He shakes his head, “No.”

“Okay.” I say silently.

How are you doing with Laurel and John?” He asks and it’s because a long time ago I told him about my relationship with Laurel and John. I cringe at the thought now.

“I guess i’m fine.” I say shrugging.

“Your obviously not.” Conrad argues.

Why does he suddenly care? I wanna be angry at him, but I can’t.

I hear some commotion downstairs and then I hear Johns name being called. It’s the perfect excuse. Conrad is way ahead of me already though.

“Guess it’s time to meet the new girlfriend.” Conrad teases.

“Shut up.” I smirk and then we both make our way downstairs. Jere, Steven and Belly are already waiting by the front door and staring at the window.

“Damn, she’s hot.” Jere says pointing at the figure.

“Ew, Jere stop!” Belly hits him on the back and he whines a little. He’s such a kid.

“That could be like, your new future stepmom.” Conrad says nudging my shoulder. I practically barf at his words trying to imagine that 20 something year old being my step mom.

Once John and the girl who was named Victoria came in, we all said our awkward hi and then made our way outside. The girl was really nice, but the last thing I needed was another change of moms.

The debs ended up coming shortly after and once we were all settled in, I couldn’t help but notice Nicole and Conrad in the pool. I tried not to look but my temptations always got the better of me when Conrad was involved. He was smelling her. Okay?

“So yn, Belly, Shayla? I heard your all debs this year.” John says uplifting the mood.

I smile and nod, “Yeah, i’m excited.”

Laurel sighs, “I just don’t understand why girls wanna be apart of it. It’s clearly just for people who don’t know who they are and think a debb ball can shape their personality.”

Ouch.

Me and Belly stared at Laurel awkwardly and Shayla said she had to use the bathroom. It’s best she got out of there.

“So, me and Belly are just girls who don’t know who they are, what they want, but we want a deb ball to shape our personality?”

Laurels face turns red. “That’s not what I meant yn.”

Belly rolls her eyes, “That’s what it sounded like.” It was actually nice to have Belly on my side. We felt connected again.

“Will you both stop it? Yn, stop enabling bad behavior for your sister. Be an example.”

Laurel was starting to raise her voice, and I could tell something else was on her mind. Maybe it had to do with John bringing his new young girlfriend, but whatever it was, was making her angry.

“I’m not doing—”

“Stop arguing me.” At this point people were starting to stare more than I would have liked.

“Just because yn said something I agree with doesn’t mean she’s “enabling bad behavior.” I can think what I want.” Belly protests.

Laurel laughs, “Sure. I need a drink.” And with that she was gone. I saw Conrad’s eyes linger to mine and he had the last look I wanted to see on his face. Pity.

—

A couple of minutes later, I was bored out of my mind and saw Jeremiah, Conrad, and Belly in the kitchen. I rushed in their to see what they were doing.

“Yn! Come help us!” Jeremiah yelled. I nodded and Jeremiah pulled me by hand into the kitchen. I then sat next to Conrad who was squeezing pomegranate into the blender.

“Adam would be so pissed if he found out we were using this.” I say laughing.

Conrad then turns to me, “He won’t find out, he’s not here.” He sounded a little happier than I thought he should and Jere got kinda annoyed, but me and Belly ignored it. The whole time she was eyeing me and Conrad which made me feel weird.

I added the vodka and Conrad tipped it so it could go even more which made me laugh. “Conrad!”

“You know what my favorite thing was?” Conrad says while blending the drink, “Whenever Laurel would put Adam in her place she would be like “Adam”

“Hey kids!” The weirdest thing just happened. Mr. Fisher walked through the door. Great timing by Conrad. Jeremiah smiled and went to hug Mr. Fisher and me and Belly stood awkwardly occasionally giving each other looks.

Conrad stayed silent. I noticed his hand shaking under the table and I grabbed it, stroking his fingers with my thumb. I knew all about Conrad and Mr. Fishers relationship. It wasn’t pretty.

I knew Conrad didn’t want him here, but why? What could he have done that changed Conrad so drastically?

Susannah and Laurel came inside and Susannah tensed up immediately. It seemed the only person happy to see him was Jere.

“Conrad, can we talk?” Mr. Fisher says but Conrad shakes his head, roughly letting go of my hand. Just like that, his guard was up again.

I felt this urge, this want to be there for him. He didn’t look okay. I knew the look on his face all too well. It only happened once, but when it did, it was scary.

—

Last Summer, Age 15 (Almost 16)

Mr. Fisher constantly compared the kids. Even though Conrad was the golden child, did that even matter? I knew Conrad wanted to be nothing like him, and I respected him for that. Poor Jeremiah didn’t know any better, though.

They had just had a nasty fight. Susannah, Adam, and Conrad. Conrad had jumped in to defend Susannah, but it only ended bad. Me and Belly were listening from the pool, because they were screaming so loud we didn’t need to go any closer.

10 minutes after the fight I knew I needed to find Conrad. I ran inside despite Belly’s questions and walked upstairs. It wasn’t until I heard pacing footsteps and heavy breathing that I went towards Conrad’s room.

“Conrad?” I ask.

No response.

I walked into his room to see him walking back in fourth, holding a hand to his heart. I shut the door immediately and run over to him.

My hands are on his face, but worry is all I can trace.

“Con, what’s going on?”

“I-I- c-can’t..”

My eyes widen at this sight. I had only seen it in movies, but I knew he was having some sort of attack. Panic Attack.

I pulled Conrad’s hands away from his heart and looked deep into his eyes. “You’re okay. It’s fine. Follow my breathing.”

He shook his head at first but I started to stroke his hair and eventually we fell onto the bed together. His head was buried in my neck and he was still trying to get his breathing back to normal.

“Conrad.” I whisper and he looks up.

His eyes are bloodshot red and my heart was breaking for him. I have never seen him like this before.

“Is this about the fight?” I ask.

“I think..” He says laying his head back down. His grip on me becomes tighter.

“Your okay. Breathe, Conrad.” You continue to stroke his hair and even place a kiss on his head.

“I need you.” Conrad whispered.

My heart felt like breaking into tiny little pieces. But at the end of the day, Conrad was the one who could put me back together.

“I’m right here.”

“Don’t leave me.” He practically begged.

“Conrad. I’m not gonna leave you, okay?” He turned to face me and then he just nodded.

I wanted to kiss him. Right then and there. So bad.

Instead he laid back down and I stroked his face while he hugged my stomach.

Something had changed. We never had acted on this tension that was always here. We knew not to. But things were changing, and I didn’t know how much longer of an act I could put up.

—

Present Day:

The debs and boys all decided to go down to the beach with the margaritas we had made. We were all sat in a circle.

Belly was having a little bit too much fun, and the drinks were getting to her. “We - we should play a drinking game?”

Jere laughed, “Tell that to your boyfriend, look who we found.”

Cam comes around the corner smiling but he’s not alone - he’s with Josh. Oh boy.

I could see Conrad’s insides curl up at the sight of Josh. It made me feel weird, excited, and angry at the same time. I decided to ignore them because I couldn’t deal with him. He acts like he likes me and then completely doesn’t care.

“Josh! Cam!” Me and Belly both signal them to come over to us, and Josh smiles sitting next to me.

“Long time no see.” He says through a smirk.

I giggled and even though Conrad was looking at me, I don’t care. My life isn’t centered around him, and I’ll do anything to prove it.

Belly smiles, “Alright! Let’s get on with that drinking game.”

“Cheers to that!”

And so we did.

Too many margaritas later, I felt fucked. This isn’t the most, but I definitely do feel fucked.

“Okay, okay, what if we play never have I ever with a twist?” Nicole suggests in her half drunk state.

“I’m interested.” Steven adds.

“Basically instead of all putting a finger down, someone asks someone else if they’ve done whatever, and if you’ve done it you drink.” Nicole explains.

“That’s confusing.” Gigi says.

“Sounds fun!” Belly counters.

So we played.

When it was my turn, I looked around to see who I was gonna ask. I looked them dead in the eye until they were looking back at me. Jere smirked.

“Jere, i’ll pick you.”

“Fine, what?”

“Never have you ever, fucked around with two people from the same family?” I closed my mouth with my hands, and I was shocked. Usually I would never ask that, but drunk me was the total opposite of me.

“Easy.” Jere immediately downs the drink and we all start making gagging noises. He really is a man whore.

After a couple more go arounds, it was safe to say everyone was fucked up. Conrad was the only one close to sane which surprised me. He always surprised me.

“Alright, Alright, yn your turn.” Nicole says pointing at me.

“Hit me.” I say.

“Never have you ever..” She sits thinking for a minute until a smirk plastered her face.

“Had sex before?”

Fuck.

All eyes were on me, and either answer was just bad. My eyes dared not to graze Conrad’s, but boy was he staring at me.

“Nah, yn is clean.” Steven says but I don’t move.

“Yn?” Belly asks in a suprised manner. Even Josh was staring at me.

“Uh..” I looked down at my drink, thinking about what my next step should be.

Steven looks at me with wide eyes, “Yn..?”

I sigh, “I would drink.. but..” I slowly put my drink down, “I can’t. Because I haven’t.” A wave of relief fills me when everyone starts laughing and saying i’m such a tease. Conrad isn’t laughing though. He looks like someone just punched him.

“gosh yn!” Shayla jokes.

—

After we left the beach, I stumbled back to the house obliterated. We were sat on a bench and we’re watching the boys play football, (by that I mean me and belly staring at Conrad)

Belly ended up saying some shit about Taylor and Steven hooking up to Shayla which made things weird, so they ended up going somewhere else. I don’t know if they left or not but I couldn’t stop staring, thinking. Conrad.

The way he looked at me when Nicole asked that question. It broke me. But he could do that. Break me, love me, and my heart would still belong to him.

Eventually it was just me and my margaritas watching him, so I got up and made my way back to the house.

My body aches for more of the margaritas. So that’s what I did. I downed a shit tone of them. If Belly had had 7, I had 14.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

So here I was walking around the house laughing to myself. How ironic. I heard the outside shower turn on and in a fit of desperation run over to where the sound is coming from. Low and behold the Conrad fisher is there.

“Hey.” I say.

He half smiles, “Do you mind?”

“Not at all, actually.” I reply. I usually would never even dare to think these words, but maybe getting drunk will help me get my emotions out.

I continue, “Everyone left. So drink a margarita.”

“Okay just leave it out there and I’ll get it after.”

It was too late, I wasn’t even listening to him. I was fucking staring at him. His abs. His wet hair which could do many things to me i’m ashamed to admit. He’s so beautiful. Beautiful things are made to be admired.

And Conrad Fisher was beautiful.

“I’ve always liked you with wet hair.”

Conrad then turned around in the shower and his face dropped a little, but remained calm. “What’s so romantic about wet hair?”

I shake my head, “You just don’t get it. You never do.”

He goes to say something but I hold my hand up. “Allow me to demonstrate.” Without another word I run into the shower, the cold striking my cutoffs and crop top.

“What are you doing?!” Conrad yells over the water.

I smile and ruffle with his hair, “This is romantic, Conrad.”

He then grabs my arm and brings it back down, but he doesn’t let go. Not right away. His touch lingers.

Then, my heart dropped. I knew I had to ask him while the time was right.

“Why did you look at me like that earlier?” I ask.

He looks at me shyly, “What do you mean?”

I roll my eyes at his confusion, “When she asked me that question! Don’t act like you don’t know.”

I could see his cheeks turn red and then his gaze is all I can see. He stares into my soul. My body feels like it’s on fire but I don’t mind. As long as I’m burning with him.

He steps closer to me and moves a strand of my hair out my face. “You know why.”

Longing turned into regret. Regret. I should’ve never asked. I already knew the answer.

“Yeah. I do.”

And then I was rushing away.

—

My eyes open to the lights being turned on in the room. My head is cluttered with thoughts. I had no idea where I was.

“How you feeling?” I turn to see John which makes me smile.

“Horrible. I don’t know what came over me.” He smiles and sits next to me on the bed.

“That makes two of you, but at least you weren’t so drunk you knocked over Susannah’s cake stand, along with her too.”

I cringed, imagining that happening in my head.

“Well, at least you didn’t run into the outdoor shower where Conrad was and start playing with his hair.”

My dads face turns red which makes me giggle slightly.

“What happened between you two? You were best friends.”

I shrug. I wish I knew, and a while ago I would’ve known. But it’s a shit show of a summer. Everything I thought was true wasn’t.

“Where’s everyone?” I ask.

“Belly’s sleeping, Jere and Steven are shooting fireworks. Conrad’s.. I don’t really know.”

“What about Susannah and Laurel?”

John sighs, “Big fight. Laurel left.”

I gasped, “What?” All he does is nod.

“She was being really annoying today though.”

“Don’t talk about your mother like that, yn. You know things have been hard and I know she shouldn’t blame you for things you can’t control, though. I’ll talk to her, okay? She loves you.”

I nod and he kisses me on the forehead, “Get some more sleep, ynn”.

I nod and lay back down as the lights shut, the door closing behind me.

I close my eyes and imagine everything I had been hoping for. And when I open my eyes, I think it might be coming true.

—

A/N: AHHHH! You guys were like 2-3 chapters away from the major drama I can’t believe it! Yn and Conrad drive me crazy sometimes but we’re okay🫶🏻

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[just-dreaming-marvel]

The Bond Between Us ~ 84

THE BOND BETWEEN US MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 1,375ish

Summary: The Resistance is forced to flee from the First Order.

Notes: Honestly, the struggle was real to write these The Last Jedi chapters, just bare with me...

The First Order had found the Resistance base not long after Rey had left. This forced you and Leia to call for an immediate evacuation of the base. Though you urged everyone to be swift, not even half the fleet was off of D’Qar before First Order star ships arrived. Poe came to you and Lisa with an idea to distract the First Order ships, allowing the fleet to get away. Leia wasn’t the biggest fan of the idea but you were. Poe’s plan reminded you of plans Anakin would come up with, making you feel young again. You and Leia stood in the Resistance command ship, around the holo table, watching what was going on outside.

“Happy beeps here, buddy, come on,” you overheard Poe tell BB8. “We’ve pulled crazier stunts than this.”

“Just for the record, Commander Dameron, I’m with the droid on this one,” Leia said.

“Thank you for your support, General.”

“This so something Anakin would do,” you muttered with a smirk. “I—“

“No, you are not joining Commander Dameron in your own fighter,” Leia told you before you could say anything.

“Remember that I rank higher than you in both this Resistance and the family.”

“And it would do you good to remember that you are no longer as young as you were.”

“Fun killer.”

You turned your focus onto the holograms where Poe had begun to take out the surface cannons of the larger ship. It wasn’t long before a giant blast fired and hit the D’Qar base.

“The last transport is in the air,” Lieutenant Connix informed you from the last transport. “The evacuation is complete.”

“Thank you,” you responded. “You did it, Poe. Now get your squad back here so that we can get out of this place.”

“No, General! We can do this!” Poe retorted. Both you and Leia shared a wary look, knowing where he was going with this. “We have a chance to take down a dreadnought! These things are fleet killers. We can’t let it get away.”

“Disengage now. Commander, that is an order,” Leia demanded. She sighed when Poe’s comm turned off. She turned to C3PO. “Wipe that nervous expression off your face, 3PO.”

“Well, I’ll certainly try, General,” he responded. He looked at you. “Nervous?” 

You shrugged. “Guess I’m just used to your nervousness.”

You watched as Poe took out the final cannon and called in the bombers. You shook your head as your heart sank with each bomber that was destroyed. It was a stupid call on Poe’s part. The Resistance was now losing more resources than it could afford. Leia knew that, that’s why she didn’t want Poe to continue with this plan. The final surviving bomber sacrificed itself to bomb the dreadnought and complete it. You and Leia’s eyes caught sight of the causalities as others celebrated and the fleet headed into hyperspace.

“He’s still a kid, Leia,” you tried to defend the Commander’s actions.

“We both were younger when we began fighting,” Leia argued back. 

“Leia…”

“That was a loss we shouldn’t have had to deal with— we can’t afford to deal with.”

~~~

You and Leia could both feel that something wasn’t right when the ship suddenly exited hyperspace. The two of you headed back into the command center where Leia immediately found Poe and slapped him.

“You’re demoted,” she told him.

“What?” He questioned in complete shock. “We took down a dreadnought.”

“At what cost?”

“If you start an attack, you follow it through.”

“Poe, get your head out of your cockpit. There are things you cannot solve by jumping into an x-wing and blowing something up! We need you to learn that.”

“There were heroes on that mission.”

“Dead heroes. No leaders.”

Finn, out of his coma, stepped up to you and Leia. “We’re really nowhere,” he said. “How’s Rey going to find us now?” You smiled slightly as you lifted your sleeve to show Finn your new piece of jewelry. “A cloaked binary beacon?”

“To light her way home,” you smiled.

“Alright, well, until she comes back, what’s the plan?”

“We need to find a new base,” Leia answered.

“One with enough power to get a distress signal to our allies scattered in the Outer Rim,” Commander Larma D’Acy added.

Suddenly, the alarms began blaring through the ship.

“Proximity alert!” Ackbar exclaimed.

“They found us,” you breathed out, sharing a fearful look with Leia.

“That’s impossible,” Poe said. Poe watched as giant star destroyers exited light speed in front of the Resistance ships, with an even larger one appearing above the rest. “It’s Snoke’s ship. You’ve gotta be kidding me. Can we jump to light speed?”

“We have enough fuel for just one jump,” Kaydel Ko Connix replied.

“Do it. We have to get out of here.”

“Wait!” Leia said. She paused, sensing the same thing in the Force that you were. “They tracked us through lightspeed.” She glanced over at you to make sure that she was correct.

“That’s impossible,” said Finn.

“Yes, and they’ve done it.”

“So if we jump to lightspeed, they’ll just find us again, and we’ll be out of fuel. They’ve got us.”

“Not yet, they don’t,” Poe argued. He came up to you and Leia. “Permission to jump in an x-wing and blow something up?”

“Permission granted,” Leia replied. Poe ran off. “Admiral, spin us around!”

“Reverse,” Ackbar ordered. “Rotate the shields!”

“To your stations!” A Resistance office ordered. “Move, move, move!”

“Leia, I’m going with Poe,” you said. Before you could move around, Leia had gripped your wrist tightly.

“Y/N, you are not as young as you once were,” her voice was firm and yet worried. “Let Poe handle this… Please, Auntie.”

You were going to argue when a familiar voice of guidance sounded in your head.

“Listen to Leia, little star,” Obi-Wan told you. “You need to stay on the ship.”

Leia could tell that it wasn’t her words that changed your mind and caused you to nod in agreement. She silently thanked Obi-Wan for still being able to reach you. If not, she feared she would lose you today.

You turned to face the holotable that was projecting all the action. You inhaled sharply when you felt him. Glancing over, you could tell that Leia had felt him too. Kylo—Ben. Your great nephew, her son. Before either of you could do anything else, Kylo fired a blast into one of the hangars, destroying the fighters and killing the crew members in there.

“Full engines ahead!” Leia ordered.

“We need to what?!” Ackbar questioned.

“Full engines ahead! Get out of range of the Star Destroyers and the fighters will fall back.”

“All craft, full engines! Concentrate rear shields.”

The First Order fighters flew right by your windows. You and Leia froze as you felt that one of them was Ben. You could sense that he felt the two of you as well.

“Ben,” you tried to reach out to him, though you felt the thick blocks in your way. “Ben… just hear me out… please.”

Looking over, you could see that Leia had connected with him. You only hoped that she could somehow get through to him.

“Little star,” Obi-Wan’s voice came to you again. “Get to the door.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, but you followed orders. You turned back around to see the blast hit the command deck and members of the Resistance were pulled into the darkness of space, including Leia. You gripped the doorway as other members tried to pull you behind it. You threw your free arm out and used all the strength you had to pull Leia made to the ship. As soon as her body flew into the arms of Poe and Finn, you allowed yourself to be pulled in and collapsed on the ground.

“General!” Lieutenant Connix exclaimed, kneeling to your side.

You were panting, having used so much of your energy to keep yourself on the ship and to get Leia back to you.

“Leia…” you panted, looking over as medical personnel placed her on a stretcher.

“Her vital signs are weak,” a droid quickly stated, “but she is fighting.”

“Good,” and then you let your body give out, giving into the darkness.

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[tsuki-chibi]

Ladynoir July 2023 Day 24: Out of Time

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One moment Ladybug was standing in front of the Eiffel Tower, challenging an akuma, and then it felt like she blinked and was suddenly miles away.

“Catch the akuma!” someone shrieked behind her. “Hurry, Ladybug! We’re almost out of time! The akuma is getting away! Hurry!”

Ladybug startled. Her brain felt like mush, and her body felt slow to react, but she still managed to swing her yoyo up and around to capture the akuma that was trying to fly away. Still confused, she purified the akuma and then called for a Lucky Charm so that she could cast her miraculous cure. The magical flood of red ladybugs made her feel slightly less dazed, but not by much.

“Finally, it’s over!”

Ladybug turned around only to see that Chat Noir, Queen Bee, Rena Rouge, and Carapace were standing right behind her. She blinked at them in puzzled silence, still struggling to understand what was happening.

The last thing she remembered was fighting with Chat.

She hadn’t called upon Rena Rouge or Carapace. She definitely hadn’t gone to Queen Bee. So how they were all here now? What was going on?

“Ladybug, are you okay?” Chat surged forward to grip her upper arms, shaking her lightly in his panic. His eyes scanned her body, looking for any damage. It was a good thing that he couldn’t see just how scrambled her brain was right then, or he might have really panicked.

“I’m – I’m fine. Whoa, Chat, I’m fine.” Ladybug brought her hands up to cover his. “What happened?”

“What’s the last thing you remember?” he asked, searching her eyes intently.

“Um… we were fighting the akuma by the tower…” Ladybug looked around. “Then we were here.”

Chat sighed and nodded, like he’d expected that. “You fell under the influence of the akuma,” he told her, and Ladybug’s eyes widened with horror.

“What – how?” she exclaimed. That had never happened before. It had happened to Chat, sure. But never to her. She was surprised by how upset the thought made her feel. It felt like she had failed somehow.

“You looked away and it hit you when your back was turned,” Chat said. “I had to go for help.”

He’d gone to Master Fu, Ladybug realized, her eyes wandering back to Queen Bee, Rena Rouge, and Carapace. At least that explained Queen Bee’s presence. They – well, Ladybug had decided that Queen Bee was never going to get her miraculous back. But she was the only person whose identity Chat knew, which meant that she was the only person he could go to.

So how had Rena Rouge and Carapace gotten here?

Ladybug didn’t even know what to say to all this, so she didn’t say anything.

Chat turned to the other three. “Everyone, take your miraculouses home with you for now,” he requested wearily. “Ladybug or I will come by later to pick them up.”

Rena Rouge looked like she wanted to argue this, or maybe just asked some questions, but Carapace dragged her away. Queen Bee left too, and rather quickly at that, probably afraid that Chat might change his mind and take her miraculous back then and there.

Once they were gone, Chat turned back to Ladybug. His expression was strangely serious.

“I needed more help than just Queen Bee,” he said. “So I decided to go to some of my friends. But strangely, my friend Marinette wasn’t around… she’d run out suddenly, her maman said…”

Ladybug swallowed.

“And then when I sought out my other friends, Alya and Nino, thinking that the might be able to help too… Imagine my shock when the two of them were familiar with the miraculous I was bringing to them. And then I realized I’d inadvertently found Rena Rouge and Carapace without even trying.” His eyes bored into her.

“Chat,” she whispered.

“Tell me the truth… Marinette.”

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[deeg9]

Chenford Fic: 'Up to no good'

BUT .... What if Tamara and Tim wanted to break up Lucy and Chris?

“Thanks for this,” Tamara smiled at Tim as she climbed into the passenger seat of his truck. He was taking her to the police auction to pick out a new car. The city had finally refunded her after the LAPD found a kilo of drugs in the trunk and repossessed the car she bought from them. Tim wanted to join her to make sure it all went smoothly this time. 

He looked out her window. 

“I thought Lucy was coming?” Tim asked.

“No, her and Chris were kind of getting into it. She said to go without her,” Tamara’s lips formed a flat line and she looked down at her hands. 

“They’re arguing?” He knew he shouldn’t ask, but he couldn’t help himself. 

He’d finally told Angela the night before that he broke up with Ashley, even though it had been three weeks. He hadn’t told Lucy yet, and deep down he knew why.  It bothered him more than he liked to admit that Lucy was still with Chris. He wanted her to be happy, but there was something about him Tim couldn’t quite put his finger on. All he knew was Chris wasn’t the right guy for her.

“Yeah. Same one for weeks from what I can tell. It’s just–” 

“What?” He prodded when she paused.

“Look, I know I shouldn’t ask this, but I’m gonna anyway and if you don’t want to answer, that’s fine," Tamara said. "But you should know by not answering you’re actually telling me a lot so you really should just answer.”

“You haven’t asked me anything.” Tim pointed out. 

“Right,” Tamara took a breath. “Why aren’t you and Lucy together?” 

“Uhhhh,” Tim’s eyes darted to the side to glance at Tamara. He probably should have seen that coming, but he hadn’t. And he definitely didn’t think he should answer.

“Chris is so wrong for her,” Tamara insisted. “But whenever I see you two together, it just makes sense. Go ahead, try and tell me I’m wrong.”

“Lucy is my friend,” Tim started. “Maybe even one of my best friends, not to mention I’m her supervisor and she’s already in a relationship. There are a lot of reasons we’re not together.”

“And yet not one of those has to do with how you two feel about each other.” Tamara turned to him and raised her eyebrows.

“Did Lucy tell you she has feelings for me?” Tim asked, his heart skipping a beat. He knew he should stop asking questions. So why couldn’t he? 

“She doesn’t have to. It’s how she talks about you,” Tamara explained. A sly smile formed on her lips. “Don’t you think she’s pretty?” 

“Objectively… I can say she is,” Tim conceded. Not that pretty was the word he’d use. He thought of her more as … Beautiful. Sexy. Tempting. He could go on.

“So let’s review the facts. She's your best friend. You find her attractive. You’ve kissed her and I know you liked that. Tell me again why you don’t think you should be together?” Tamara cross examined him. 

“What is happening?” Tim asked, not necessarily to Tamara. Maybe he was asking God. Or the universe.

“Dude. You’re hopeless,” Tamara sighed. 

“Chris seems like a good guy.” Tim barely got the words out.

“I thought so too.” Tamara shook her head in anger. Clearly, Chris had done something to change her mind.

“What did he do? Lie? Cheat? Steal?” Tim posed, although he didn’t think Chris was all that slimy.

“No, way worse.” Tamara crossed her arms. His thoughts turned dark as he ran through the worst case scenario in his head.

“Tamara, if he hit her, we are turning around and–” 

“Oh, shit. No, of course not,” she waved her hands across her lap. “But I would like to point out that if he did, she would totally kick his ass. Have you seen her in a fight? She’s a freaking badass.” 

“Of course I have,” Tim tossed back. He looked between her and the road. “When have you?”

“On Halloween, when we found that secret passageway behind the bathroom wall,” she reminded him. “She stopped this stalker guy from attacking our neighbor.”

“Right,” Tim remembered asking Lucy why they didn’t move out after that. “I was a little busy that night taking out zombies on brain-melting drugs.” 

“Okay, so you’re both badasses. Just one more thing you have in common.” She pointed out.

He rolled his eyes but said nothing, waiting for her to continue. He wasn’t going to ask about Chris and Lucy again, because it really wasn’t any of his business. Thankfully, Tamara seemed to read his mind. 

“I didn’t really understand it when it happened,” Tamara began softly.  “We were in the kitchenette at the DA’s office and he started singing this old song.”

Tim’s hair stood up on his arms. 

“She told me later that she sang it when she was buried to comfort herself. It was the last thing she remembered doing before you pulled her out. He told her it got stuck in his head after reviewing evidence for the trial.” 

“Piece of shit,” Tim muttered. There’s no way someone could do that to someone they loved. He couldn’t even listen to that song, let alone sing it. Especially not after watching Rosalind try to mindfuck Lucy with it at the prison. 

“Excuse me?” Tamara asked.

“Chris is a piece of shit.” Tim said louder.

Tamara laughed, clearly satisfied with his reaction. 

“But that stays between you and me,” Tim told her sternly. “In fact, this entire conversation doesn’t leave this truck. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.” Tamara saluted him sarcastically. “But we should definitely devise a plan to break them up.” 

Tim balked. There was no way he was agreeing to that. 

But …

“Did Angela call you?” Tim asked, trying to act casual. 

“Fine, change the subject,” Tamara glared at him. “No, she didn’t.  Why?” 

“She needs a babysitter for Jackson for an hour on Thursday,” Tim told her. 

“Sure. I have a test on Friday I need to study for,” Tamara said. “No reason I can’t do that from their place instead of mine.” 

“Great,” Tim smiled a little too wide and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. 

Tamara furrowed her brows, examining his expression. She jumped in her seat.

“Oh! Angela,” she rubbed her hands together. “That’s brilliant.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Tim said in a satisfied tone. He knew she’d catch on.

“Of course you don’t, because this conversation never happened.” Tamara smiled sneakily, excitement dripping from her words. “But we both know that once Angela is anti-Chris, it won’t be long until he’s sent packing.”

“Is that so?” Tim mumbled, sharing a calculated look with Tamara.

It might be the pettiest thing he’d ever done in his adult life, but he’d worry about regrets later...

#chenford fanfic #chenford fic #oneshot #fluff #tim bradford #tamara #the rookie #i miss my show #parallels #the rookie 3x09

[danganronpa-cyberspace]

DANGANRONPA CYBERSPACE PROLOGUE: PART 1

[Black screen.]

???: […alone. I’m all alone. I’ve always felt alone…]

???: [Wait, how can I always be alone if I can’t even remember what my name is? Or how I got here? Or why I feel so…out of it.]

Haruki: [Okay. Baby steps. I am Haruki Douzono. I got accepted into Hope’s Peak a week or two ago as the Ultimate Cyborg. And I don’t know where I am.]

Haruki: [I move my body, my arm, my legs, and open my eyes. Above me is a girl with a long, blue ponytail. Her eyes light up when she sees my eyes open.]

???: Hey, hey you’re awake! Everyone!

He’s finally woken up!

Haruki: What’s…what’s going on? Where are we..?

???: We all…we aren’t sure ourselves. We all just woke up here. Anyway, are you okay? Can you stand?

Haruki: [I gently sat up, and looked around. There were more people here, and they all looked confused or quite bored. I got to my feet.]

???: It took you long enough, like, I thought you were dead.

???: Hey now, he had a pulse for a while. I was thinking you suffered a concussion, Hun.

???: You’re okay now, that’s all that matters.

???: Enough glad here, and thankful that, does anyone happen to know how we ended up in this little predicament?

???: Ooooh, maybe we were kidnapped! I always wanted to see what that felt like, hehehehe!

Haruki: Kidnapped? We couldn’t have been kidnapped…I mean, I don’t think this is what kidnapping looks like.

Haruki: [That girl can’t be serious…I mean, it makes a lot of sense, but at least I was warned before being taken away.]

???: Ohhhh, this’ll be a HIT with my followers! Everyone, sayyyy kidnapped!

Haruki: [The person held up their phone, and pointed the camera at the rest of the group. For some reason, my natural instinct is to smile at it. What am I doing?]

???: You have a phone?! Call for help! Call someone!

???: Alright, alright, quit nagging me-

Haruki: [The girl pouted as the person frantically typed on their phone. We all watched in anticipation, but after a while, the person turned off their phone and sighed.]

???: No dice, no signal, no escape. Wahhhh, this sucks, I can’t post-

???: You can get your unhealthy ego boost from the internet later. We need to figure out where we are. Perhaps explore. And check your bodies. There might be signs of distress.

???: Do you m-mean…drugged and dragged?! The image of someone scraping me across the floor as I’m all drugged up…ick!

???: No, we all look fine…and if they would’ve been rough with us, they would’ve tied us up too. It would be gigoehan!

Haruki: [As everyone argued, the blue-ponytailed girl tapped my shoulder.]

???: Hey, I’m just checking on ya. You were out for a while, y’know?

Haruki: Thank you, but I’m pretty sure I’ll be fine. I’m built different.

???: Hehe, cool. I like your jacket! It’s very comfy looking.

Haruki: It is, I sleep in it.

???: Soooo, you must bee getting a great night’s sleep!

…

Haruki: [Was there a joke I wasn’t getting? She just keeps staring at me.]

???: …

Haruki: …

???: Oh shoot, I haven’t introduced myself yet…the joke would’ve been- nevermind!

Kiki: I’m the Ultimate Beekeeper, Kiki Gunji! We’re going to…beecome such great friends!

Haruki: [Okay, now I get the joke.]

Haruki: Hehehe, I like your puns.

Kiki: Thanks, my Grandma always told me that, even in the darkest of situations, it’ll probably make a funny story one day.

Haruki: True…hopefully this maybe kidnapping will be hysterical.

Kiki: Hmhmhm, soooo, what’s your name? Are you an ultimate too?

Haruki: Yeah, I’m Haruki Douzono. I’m the Ultimate…

Haruki: [I trailed off. I didn’t wanna tell her I was a cyborg…it’s not even a real ultimate. And she might see me as a freak…]

Kiki: You forgot the Ultimate part of your introduction. I can guess! Hm, Hiker, Biker, Spiker-

Haruki: Cyborg. I’m the Ultimate Cyborg.

Kiki: A CYBORG?!

Haruki: [She said loud enough to where a few people looked at us.]

Haruki: Hey, not so loud, please! I don’t want people to know that’s my ultimate.

Kiki: Why not? It’s so cool!

Haruki: Most people don’t think so…and I tend to get seen as less than human.

Haruki: [As soon as I finished that sentence, her eyes seemed to burn with rage.]

Kiki: Less than human?! Are you kidding me?!? That’s pathetic! Being a cyborg is such a feat technologically! They need to shut the fuck up!!

Kiki: Heyo, if anyone is being mean to you because of your cyborg-ness, then send them to me! I’ll give them a beat down!

Haruki: Eh?! No, don’t beat anyone up, please don’t! Thank you for uh, caring that much though.

Kiki: It’s nothing! Don’t thank me!! People being ignorant just really, really pisses me off.

Haruki: Speaking of people, do you think anyone has come up with a plan?

Kiki: Dunno, but-

CRACK!

Haruki: [A sudden crack tore through the air. We all looked to see where it came from, and I was shocked to see a girl with long purple hair holding a riding crop. She cracked it again, then handed it to a tall, platinum blonde man.]

???: Thank you for that.

???: It’s my pleasure, dear.

[The girl handed him the riding crop, and he stepped aside. She cleared her throat.]

???: Everyone, I have devised the absolute best plan for this situation.

[A green haired girl raises her hand.]

???: Yes, Miss?

???: Whyyyy are you the leader? Just because you have a clipboard?

???: I have pockets full of human teeth, so you all should be on your knees.

Haruki: [Sorry, she has what?!]

???: That’s why.

???: I’m TALKING here? Okay, I have reached a conclusion! We all should investigate safely and get acquainted with each other!

???: There is a very real possibility that we could be trapped here for a long time, so we need to gather as much information as we possibly can!

???: Furthermore, making friends and socializing with each other is to help us not feel isolated and alone in a situation like this!

???: Any questions?

Haruki: [A boy with sunglasses raised his hand. The girl at the front pointed to him.]

???: Yes?

???: Chick, you said something like…investigating safely? What didja’ mean by that? Also, loving the dress.

???: One, thank you, I look great in everything! Two, I have taken the time to look at the ground, and I have noticed that there are traps.

???: Traps..? May you elaborate?

???: Perhaps, if you all let me finish my SENTENCE! Huff, on the ground, under the fake grass, there are outlines of trapped doors.

???: Oh! Oh oh, may I test something! It’ll be the most fun! Someone, give me something, anything!

???: Will a pen suffice?

???: Yes, yes! Perfect!

Haruki: [He snatched the pen out of the girl’s hand and smirked.]

???: And a one, and a two-

Haruki: [He tossed the pen on top of the trapped door. We all watched, nothing happened. The girl went to retrieve her pen, but-]

Haruki: WATCH OUT!

Haruki: [She froze in front of the trap door, and we all watched as the flaps opened, and the pen dropped into a pit of fire. The girl, with a face completely void of emotion, turned around.]

???: A pity. I liked that pen.

???: Sooo…search safely.

Haruki: [We all nodded in agreement, and everyone began to search, very very very cautiously.]

Haruki: [I turned to Kiki, who looked a bit worried.]

Haruki: I kinda don’t wanna move anymore.

Kiki: Yeah…that’s fair.

…

Kiki: Wanna search together?

Haruki: Definitely.

Kiki: Make sure to catch me if I fall into a fire pit!

Haruki: Me and my cybernetic abilities will try to save you.

Kiki: Abilities? Are you super strong or do you have heat vision??

Haruki: I’m a cyborg, not a robot, I’m still human.

Kiki: Oh, sorry-

Haruki: It’s nothing. My powers are…well, I’m not too sure. I know I can shoot energy beams from my hand, but that’s all.

Haruki: The doctors didn’t expect me to live long enough to use them, anyway…

Kiki: What was that?

Haruki: Nothing, let’s start investigating.

Kiki: We also need to introduce ourselves! And we can do that together! Remember, if anyone is being a jerk, I’ll tear them to pieces!! Ha!

Haruki: Thanks, but- eh. Let’s just go.

Haruki: [Kiki and I walked over to the purple haired girl, the one shouting orders at everyone.]

Haruki: Hi, my friend and I were wondering where to start searching?

???: Oh, let’s see…

Haruki: [The girl surveyed the room, and pointed over to a corner.]

???: Right over there, begin searching the walls, then search the floors. But not before checking for more traps of course.

Haruki: Tha-

Kiki: Heyyyy, before we do that, you said we should try to get closer to each other, right?

???: Yes, bonding with each other is crucial!

Kiki: So, we should introduce ourselves! I’m Kiki Gunji, the Ultimate Beekeeper, and this is Haruki Douzono, the Ultimate-

Haruki: Completely normal human being.

???: …I’ve checked and researched Hope’s Peak, and I’ve never, in all my hours, heard Average Joe as an ultimate.

???: So, I can conclude that you are lying to me.

Haruki: [The girl stared at me, with very intense eyes. What was she, a cop?]

Haruki: …okay, I’m the Ultimate Cyborg.

???: Thank you.

Kiki: Moving on, what’s your name?

Benio: Okay, introductions. I am Benio Gima, the Ultimate Party Planner. When talking to me, make sure to keep the conversation moving.

Kiki: Ohhh! A party planner! So that’s why you’re really good at being in charge!

Benio: Naturally. Order and calm is the most important part of terrible situations.

Haruki: You really do think this situation is horrible? We’re Hope’s Peak students, it can’t be that bad.

Benio: You foolish man, it’s because we’re Hope’s Peak students that makes this situation awful!

Kiki: Hey, he isn’t foolish! Maybe this is like…a party for the students! And we’re here early!

Benio: Girl, please! I am a PARTY PLANNER! This is absolutely, positively, totally not like any party I’ve been to!

Haruki: Alrighty, relax, relax. Benio, what can you tell us about this situation?

Haruki: [She seemed to light up, and she pulled out her clipboard.]

Benio: I am SO glad you asked! Point 1 of 56…

Haruki: [Kiki and I looked at each other. She started her list.]

Haruki: [We tried to interject, but she just scoffed everytime we said anything, and kept going.]

Haruki: [And going.]

Haruki: [And going.]

…

Benio: And point 56 out of 56, there is absolutely no way that-

Kiki: BENIO!

Benio: What?! This is your 6th interjection! It better be at least sort of important this time!

Kiki: Weren’t we supposed to be searching 20 minutes ago?! What the fuck did this achieve?!

Benio: You are being a foolish, ignorant-

Haruki: We’re going to go search now. Thanks, Benio. Come on, Kiki.

Haruki: [I had to practically pull Kiki away from Benio, as she kept ranting about how this was wasting her time. Benio just sarcastically smirked.]

Haruki: [I didn’t tell Kiki that her ranting was also wasting our time.]

Haruki: [Kiki and I walked over to a girl in a green crop top.]

Haruki: [The girl is stretching as she inspects the floor.]

Kiki: Hey! I like your top!

???: Oh, thanks. Your scrunchie is pretty cute too.

Kiki: Awww, thank you!

Haruki: Uhm, Hi. I’m Haruki Douzono, Ultimate Cyborg…

Haruki: [I sighed. If one person knows, everyone else will eventually.]

Haruki: And this is Kiki Gunji, Ultimate Beekeeper.

Kiki: Hey! I’m happy to bee here!

???: Cute, cute. Cyborg sounds pretty awesome, but so does beekeeper. I respect both of you. Congrats on getting in here.

Kiki: Thanks! Who might you be?

Claire: Oh, me? Claire Katz, Ultimate Cheer Captain. I’m pretty chill, I’m nothing to be afraid of.

Kiki: A Cheer Captain?! Neat! Can you show me something??

Haruki: Hey, don't put her on the spot like this-

Claire: Nah, it’s cool. Ahem…1, 2, 3!

Haruki: [She proceeded to do a toe touch, and then a move so impressive I don’t even know what it’s called.]

Haruki: [Then, she casually walks back over to Kiki and I. We both applaud.]

Kiki: TEACH ME!! PLEASE, TEACH ME!!

Claire: Hehehe, if you really want to, I could. I’m wayyy better at teaching than I am at doing.

Kiki: Great!! Totally groovy!! When can you teach me?? I’m free anytime!

Haruki: Kiki, maybe you can learn tumbling and cheering after we figure out what’s going on?

Claire: I’m with him. Sorry, Kiki.

Kiki: No, no, I get carried away, haha…

Haruki: Anyway, Claire, have you gathered any more information on our situation? Or at least, this room?

Claire: Hm…I’ve gathered that this grass is totally fake, but that’s obvious.

Claire: Oh, oh oh oh, I also found another trap. Watch this.

Haruki: [Claire pushes us both back, and taps her foot on another patch of grass. Large, metal spikes shoot out of the ground, and then, as fast as they appeared, they retract into the ground.]

Claire: This is like a horror movie. Even worse than the one with the weird puppet thingy.

Kiki: They want us dead! They just want to watch us die!!

Haruki: Who wants to watch us?

Kiki: I don’t know, the puppet thing!!

Claire: I really can’t think of any explanation for any of this…other than this all being a dream.

Haruki: [I pinch myself.]

Haruki: [Ow! No, I’m not dreaming, just making sure.]

Kiki: Thanks for the info, Claire! And when this all is sorted out, we should get a coffee!!

Claire: Or practice cheer in a non-lethal courtyard.

Kiki: Hehehe!! I look forward to it!!

Claire: Gooooo Hope’s Peak!

Haruki: [She strikes a pose, and smiles.]

Haruki: [She’s nice.]

Haruki: [Kiki and I walked over to the person wearing a large sweater.]

Haruki: Hello, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I'm Haruki Douzono, Ultimate Cyborg, and this is Kiki Gunji, Ultimate Beekeeper.

Haruki: [I gesture to Kiki, who smiles and waves. The person just scoffs.]

???: Hi, I guess. What do you want?

Kiki: We’re introducing ourselves like Benio told us to? And investigating!!

???: This is so boringgg. Not as boring as your ultimate, though.

Kiki: Huh?! Beekeeping is REALLY cool and VERY interesting!! Keep this up and I’ll beeeat your ass!!

Haruki: [Only a few sentences in and Kiki is already threatening to beat up someone.]

Haruki: […okay, I’ll play peacemaker.]

Haruki: Hey, hey, uhm, what’s your name and ultimate?

???: Why should I tell either of you? Like, you’ll try to beat me up again.

Haruki: We promise we won’t threaten you again. Right, Kiki?

Kiki: …right…

Yukina: Hmph. I guess I can tell you now. I’m Yukina Jinno, Ultimate Cellist. I’m like…the pride of my orchestra. That goes without saying, though.

Haruki: Woah, a musician! Awesome! I did band in high school.

Yukina: Band and orchestra are not the same thing, duh.

Kiki: Quit being so rude! He just said he played an instrument!

Yukina: Yeah, but band and orchestra just aren’t the same thing at all!

Yukina: Band focuses on more wind and percussion instruments, and orchestra is string instruments.

Yukina: Orchestra is a lot more “refined” than band is, too.

Haruki: [They’re…are they making me feel bad for being a band kid?]

Haruki: Band can be refined too.

Yukina: How?

…

Haruki: [I didn’t think that far ahead.]

Kiki: Leave him alone, band is just as cool and fancy as orchestra is! It all depends on the piece!

Yukina: Question, what’s your favorite instrument?

Kiki: The accordion!

Haruki: The triangle.

Yukina: Okay, your opinions aren’t valid anyway.

Haruki: [They rolled their eyes.]

Yukina: Accordion? Triangle? Are you kidding me?

Yukina: Whatever, just like- this conversation is over. Talk to me when your taste in instruments isn’t so…dumb.

Yukina: [They shrug, and walk off.]

Kiki: What the hell?! What’s wrong with the accordion?!? I learned polka!!

Haruki: I don’t think that would’ve changed anything.

Kiki: Hmph!!

Haruki: [Kiki crossed her arms. I don’t blame her.]

Haruki: [Kiki and I walked over to the guy wearing big, black glasses.]

Haruki: [He was reading…the Bible. A pocket Bible.]

Kiki: Hellooo!! Whatcha reading?

???: …hm…

Haruki: [I whispered to Kiki.]

Haruki: Hey, maybe we should come back later?

Kiki: No, we already walked up here!! Maybe I just need to be louder!!

Haruki: Not too-

Kiki: HEY!! WHAT ARE YOU READING?!

Haruki: [He jumped, dropping his pocket Bible.]

Haruki: [He sighed and looked at us.]

???: I was reading a passage in the Bible…keyword, was.

Kiki: Sorry, I just, didn’t know if you heard me-

Haruki: [She chuckled nervously. The guy just stared.]

Haruki: [His eyes then turned to me.]

Haruki: [He looks dazed. His eyes just look so foggy.]

Haruki: I’m Haruki Douzono, and this is Kiki Gunji.

Kiki: I’m a Beekeeper, and he’s a really awesome and high tech cyborg!

Haruki: [And I would’ve gotten away with it too, if it wasn’t for you meddling beekeeper.]

???: A cyborg..? How does that work? And how are you an ultimate?

Haruki: Government.

???: Ahhhh. Makes sense.

Kiki: Who might you be??

Zempei: Oh yes, me. I’m Zempei Nakamura, Ultimate Theologian. Please, be aware I’m not a stuck-up prude as some assume.

Kiki: That’s the study of Christianity, right?? Oh! My uncle is a preacher!! Have you heard of Pastor Yoshie?

Zempei: Hm…is he tall with a handmade cane?

Kiki: That’s the guy!!!

Zempei: Oh. His sermons were average, at best. He just stared at the congregation.

Zempei: He didn’t explain the passage. It was sad, really.

Kiki: What the hell, man?!

Zempei: What? Did I say something?

Haruki: Kiki, he doesn’t understand what he did wrong. Let it go.

Kiki: BUT-

Haruki: [I gently placed my hand on Kiki’s shoulder.]

Haruki: [She looked at me in silence.]

Haruki: [It felt like a while.]

Haruki: [Then, she took a deep breath.]

Kiki: Zempei, I’m sorry for cussing you out, sorry.

Zempei: Oh, it’s fine.

Kiki: Okay, so, redo, redo redo redo…

Kiki: What do you like about theology?

Zempei: The lore.

Haruki: Lore?

Zempei: Yes. The lore.

Haruki: Isn’t that…kind of a weird way to describe the Bible.

Kiki: Oh! Sounds like a video game!! It’s very…beewildering!

Haruki: [He paused for a moment, and stared into space.]

Zempei: Ohhhhhhhh. Bee. Beekeeper. Funny.

Kiki: I’m glad you got it!!

Zempei: Anyway, I call it lore since…

Zempei: …I’m not religious. I just adore the study of Christianity.

Kiki: Ohhh, okay!! That’s pretty cool!! What’s your favorite character?

Zempei: I like Adam and Eve, they basically started it all.

Haruki: [Is the Bible a video game?]

Haruki: Have you discovered anything yet?

Zempei: Let me see…ah! Direct your attention to the wall.

Haruki: [He touches a certain part of the wall, and-]

Haruki: BLACK WIDOWS! AHH!

Haruki: [Under our feet, what looked like hundreds of black widows came out from the place he touched the wall.]

Kiki: AHH! CAREFUL! THEY ACTUALLY WON’T KILL YOU BUT THEY’LL HURT!!

Zempei: Calm down, and watch.

Haruki: [He very calmly walks over to where the fire trap door is, and stands on it.]

Haruki: [All the black widows are following him, and as soon as he steps off the trap door, all of them fall into the fire pit.]

Kiki: Woah!! Are you sure you aren’t the Ultimate Animal Whisperer?! That was insane!!

Zempei: I’m not sure, I just walked and they followed. I feel like Jesus leading his Disciples.

Kiki: Yea- HOLD ON!!

Haruki: Wha- AH!

Haruki: [Before I could even think, Kiki slapped my face. She wiped her hand off on her skirt.]

Haruki: [She’s stronger than she looks- ow, ow ow ow!]

Kiki: I’m sorry! There was one on your face!! I didn’t want you to get bit!! And I promise I’d defend you!!!

Zempei: I suppose I’ll leave you all to it. A pleasure meeting you.

Zempei: and a TERRIBLE pain! JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP, BEEZWAX!!!

Zempei: Cough…hm. I wonder what I was saying…oh well. See you.

Haruki: [And with that, he walked off.]

Haruki: [Kiki held my cheek-]

Haruki: […]

Kiki: …

Haruki: …

Haruki: I’m…okay.

Kiki: Yeah…yeah that’s good.

Haruki: …INTRODUCTIONS!

Kiki: YEAH!!

Haruki: [Kiki and I walk over to a very tall guy and a girl with a long French braid.]

Haruki: […the same girl with a pocket full of teeth.]

???: N-No, please, I don’t n-need anymore, thanks…

???: Please, I insist. They’re my best teeth. They top my tier list.

???: Tierlist?! You’re s-so weird! That’s g-gross-!

???: I am a dentist. It makes sense.

Haruki: [After…whatever that was, the girl noticed Kiki and I standing there.]

Haruki: [This is going to sound so mean, but she radiates crazy vibes]

Kiki: Hi!! We’re…we’re ultimates too.

Haruki: [If Kiki was timid, then I couldn’t be the only one who thought she was kinda spooky.]

???: You seem scared. I can’t imagine why, hehehe.

???: I sure can!

Haruki: Er- I’m Haruki Douzono, the Ultimate Cyborg, and this is Kiki Gunji, the Ultimate Beekeeper.

Kiki: I beelieve we’ll be great friends!!

Haruki: [Didn't she already use that one?]

???: Cyborg? What t-the hell is that? It sounds l-like a sci-fi movie.

Haruki: I know, I know. It’s just how it is. The government helped me in here.

???: Eito, that was quite rude of you, no need to be so mean.

???: And I can use you being a cyborg to my advantage, hehehe.

Kiki: No you won’t, at least, you won’t until you introduce yourself!!

Chinatsu: Where are my manners? I’m Chinatsu Reni, Ultimate Dentist. You can also call me Ms. Reni. Trust me, I always have great ideas.

Kiki: Is that why you were talking about teeth earlier??

Haruki: [The tall man makes a frantic “stop talking” motion.]

Haruki: [Unfortunately, Kiki didn’t notice.]

Chinatsu: Yes. Teeth, I love teeth. They’re so strange.

Chinatsu: All so different, yet so simple.

Chinatsu: They’re all a piece of art, which is why I fill my pockets with them at all times.

Haruki & Kiki: You what-?

???: I t-tried to warn you.

Haruki: [He crossed his arms and watched as Chinatsu reached into her pockets.]

Haruki: [When her hands resurfaced, there were…animal teeth in both hands.]

Chinatsu: Go ahead, take some. As a gift for our meeting.

Kiki: I mean- I’m good!! I like your bear and deer teeth, though!!

Haruki: Yeah, no thanks.

Chinatsu: You recognize these teeth? Impressive!!

Chinatsu: Let’s talk about animal teeth.

Haruki: [Kiki looked rather intimidated as Chinatsu got closer.]

Haruki: [Oh, I have an idea.]

Haruki: [I pointed towards the tall guy.]

Haruki: What’s your name and ultimate?

???: E-Eep- dammit, I thought you’d forgotten a-about me.

Kiki: Yeah! Let’s talk about you now!!

Kiki: And never think about teeth again!!

Chinatsu: Awww…

Chinatsu: But let’s talk about my sweet Chimura.

???: I j-just met you, weird girl!

Eito: Ugh…I’m Eito Chimura…Ultimate E-Electrician or something! Who c-cares! I don’t!

Chinatsu: He’s a bit unhappy with his ultiamte.

Eito: SHH!

Kiki: It's nice to meet you!! I like your belt!!

Eito: Y-You’re lying to me, rude.

Haruki: She’s being genuine.

Kiki: What Haruki said!!

Eito: Oh, then…then t-thanks.

Haruki: [He put up a strong front, but he smiled to himself.]

Haruki: [He’s just a big softie.]

Chinatsu: You should listen to his little stutter. It’s adorable.

Eito: CHINATSUUUUU! NOOOO!

Kiki: Okay, okay, we’ll stop talking about you.

Kiki: Didja to manage to find any traps or anything??

Eito: The only scary thing I found h-here was Chinatsu.

Chinatsu: Awww, you flatter me, Chimura.

Haruki: Alright, well be careful, guys.

Kiki: Wait!! Eito, you’re an electrician, right??

Eito: Yeah.

Kiki: Could you try to check the wiring of how these trap doors work??

Eito: …they’re trap doors. Pressure system.

Eito: I mean, c-come on.

Haruki: Hey, leave her be. She just asked a question.

Kiki: It’s okay, Haruki, I sounded kinda dumb-

Haruki: No, you didn’t.

Haruki: Quit being a jerk.

Eito: I didn’t m-mean to be…s-sorry…

Chinatsu: You leave Chimura alone!

Haruki: You made Kiki-

Haruki: [Kiki grabbed my hand and dragged me away before I said anything else.]

Haruki: […I don’t know what came over me. And he waning even being that rude.]

Kiki: Haruki, thanks for standing up for me, but-

Kiki: I just really wanted to get away from that dentist!! She scared me!!

Haruki: …oh, sorry.

Haruki: [Oops.]

Haruki: [Kiki and I walk over to the guy with the riding crop.]

???: Ahahaha! Success!

Haruki: [He seemed to be having a great time.]

Haruki: [Doing what? No idea.]

Kiki: Heyyyyy!! Whatcha up to?

Haruki: [He whipped around with a terrible, wicked smile on his face.]

???: Ohhhhh, you’ll see, you beautiful beekeeper and sexy cyborg!

Haruki: …huh?

Haruki: [Before I had time to process what he said, he stomped on the ground.]

Haruki: [Where he stomped seemed to have triggered something!]

Kiki: Look!! Murder hornets!! Get-

???: Ah ah ahhhh! Watch and learn!

Haruki: [As the hornets raced towards us, he simply pointed his riding crop at them.]

Haruki: [As if magic, one Hornets flew to the ground below, “planning” their attack.]

???: In three…two…one!

Haruki: [The moment he said one…doors below the hornets opened, sending them into the fiery pit we saw earlier.]

Haruki: […woah.]

Kiki: That was…

Kiki: INHUMANE!! THEY MAY BE HORNETS, BUT THEY’RE CREATURES!!!

???: What a fun way of saying hello, beekeeper.

???: Sighhh, your temper really is short from what I’ve seen, hehehe!

Kiki: SHUSH!!! YOU JUST BURNT-

Haruki: Kiki, he’s too stubborn, I can tell.

???: Listen to your friend, Kiki, darling.

Kiki: Hmph! Fine!

???: Gooood, I’m sorry for souring my introduction, though.

Kiki: It was soured the moment you sp-

Haruki: Kiki.

Haruki: [I don’t mean to be rude to her, but she really needs to check her temper.]

Haruki: [If we start fights with everyone here, then I’ll really have to master my cybernetic powers.]

Haruki: [Because we’ll have to be fighting off an angry mob.]

Tomoki: I suppose it’s my turn to have a moment. I am the one, the only, Tomoki Ebihara! Ultimate Unlucky Student! Make sure to stay on my good side, or something…unfortunate might happen to you, hahaha!

Haruki: Unlucky Student? How is that an ultimate!

Haruki: [He laughed and put his arm around my shoulder.]

Haruki: [I looked to Kiki for help. She smiled.]

Haruki: [Okay, this is my karma for telling her to be quiet.]

Tomoki: Haruki, my man, my dear, my sweet cyborg-

Haruki: Stop calling me sweet cyborg, that’s not a core part of who I a-

Tomoki: Right, sweet cyborg. I’ve honed my craft over many, many years!

Tomoki: I can turn my misfortune off of myself onto others!

Tomoki: Which is how I demolished that hornet colony!

Tomoki: Fascinating stuff, no?

Haruki: You sound like a sadist.

Kiki: And a bug squasher!

Tomoki: Hmhmhm, bite your tongue and count to ten or my wrath shall be upon youuuu!

Haruki: [Kiki and I both looked at each other, and silently agreed.]

Haruki: [This guy is nuts, crazy, and quite possibly, bananas.]

…

Tomoki: Good! Good! I’m glad you all can keep your mouths shut!

Kiki: Only because we were left speechless…

Tomoki: Awww, it’s okay, dear.

Haruki: [He set his hand on Kiki’s shoulder.]

Tomoki: Many people are left speechless by my handsome face and grand power!

Kiki: …okay, I’m done with this, Haruki, let’s bounce.

Haruki: Agreed.

Tomoki: Leaving? So soon? A pity! I was starting to become friends with you!

Tomoki: Also, watch out on your left in three, two, o-

Haruki: [I shoved Kiki out of the way of a random, flaming rock.]

Haruki: [Seriously, this guy is insane!]

Tomoki: Ohhhh well. Bye byeeee! Have a fun time! Love you, sweet cyborg!

Haruki: Kiki, walk faster, walk faster!

Kiki: You don’t have to tell me twice!!

-END OF PART 1-

#danganronpa cyberspace #danganronpa fangan #danganronpa #fanganronpa #monocer #haruki douzono #monolad #ultimate cyborg #tomoki ebihara #ultimate unlucky student #ultimate living Doll #asaha isobe #merry Christmas

[clatoera]

Chapter 2 Always Remember We’re Burned For Better: Still, the Yearning Stays

Hey y’all! Thank you for your endless kindness and support on the first chapter of this fic. I apologize for the delay in chapter 2. Initially this was going to cover far more than it does, but when I crested 35 pages, I decided to break it into a few extra chapters to cover her games so that I could do them the justice they deserve. This segment along ended up being 18 pages, and thus is may be easier to read on AO3. Thank you all for the comments and feedback. It literally means the world. 

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The minute the doors are shut behind him, Enobaria’s grabs Cato around his arm and pulls him quickly into the first side room on the train.

“Listen to me.” Enobaria practically hisses, peeking her head out to ensure that the entourage, and most importantly Clove, is out of earshot.

The look in her eyes is frightening, which is not a feeling Cato is used to having. Something tells him, though, that this is not the last time this week he’ll be feeling his heart race a little faster just beneath his skin.

“You do not touch her this week, got it? She has gamemakers and sponsors to impress, interviews to nail, and not to mention other tributes she needs to intimidate.” Enobaria releases his arm only when he tugs it out of her hand, his strength alone overcoming her sharp grasp. The mentor does not waver in the way she stares into what feels like the depths of his soul, something akin to a threat in her body language. “She doesn’t need to be distracted. That will get her killed.”

She looks into the long hallway again, knowing it won’t take long for Clove to notice the absence of the two people on the train she’s most likely to miss.

“I didn’t even want you to come this year.” Enobaria is nothing if not honest, especially when it comes to Clove and Cato. “You aren’t ready to mentor, Cato, and you’re a liability to her.”

“That's the whole point, I’m here to learn from the best.” He flashes a smile that tiptoes the line of a smirk, and the second he opens his mouth again Enobaria knows which category the expression is supposed to fall into. “Oh, and you. Brutus and you. Come on, you just know your time as a mentor is numbered. Give us a few years, it’s going to be Me and Clove by the 77th.”

Enobaria hits his chest lightly with the back of her hand, though it nearly comes off as playful. If he notices the way her face falls just a little at the mention of Clove’s future, he doesn’t mention it.

“I don’t want to hear your mouth this week. We have one goal, got it? It’s her. It’s getting her sponsors. It’s making sure she nails her interview. We do whatever we have to do to make her favorable for the win. That’s your first lesson. You do what you have to do, to get your tribute out. To get our girl out.” Enobaria gives him a pointed look,  one that tells him the phrasing was no mistake. They were on the same page, at the very least, with the same priority. Clove.

“I think she can handle making herself a favorite to win-” Cato argues, arms crossing over his chest, ready to defend, when that oh so familiar voice can be heard all the way across the train car.

“Will you just shut the fuck up already?” Comes from the girl, indifference with just the slightest edge seeping out of her voice.

Enobaria rolls her eyes before pushing past him, and Cato can’t help the little swell of pride in his chest as he follows her out. He told their escort the same thing, a year ago exactly, when she had rambled on about different districts and what results their reapings yielded.

When he enters the dining area, only steps behind Enobaria, he realizes her ire is not aimed at the escort at all, but rather her fellow volunteer.

Great start, Clove.

“Alliance is off to a great start, I see.” Brutus grumbles as he enters the dining car from the opposite entrance of Enobaria and Cato. “Cheery as usual, Clove.”

Enobaria does not even bother with trying to get the story out of them, knowing that doing so was poking at a bomb on the edge of detonation. Not what they need right now. “Listen. I don’t care if you two like each other.”

“Clove doesn’t like anyone.” The boy– what the fuck was his name, anyway? Cato should probably know, he’d been in classes with him for half a decade– tries to refute.

“I might hate you less if you weren’t an idiot.” There’s venom in that voice now, and from the way Clove stabs through a cinnamon roll with a knife intended for slicing meat, Cato knows that she is biting back far worse insults.

“Stop. Save it for when you’re the final two, the whole world will be ready for that show.” Brutus suggests, though it’s an empty suggestion. Two from the same district rarely, if ever, end up in the final showdown.

Cato strategically settles himself directly across from Clove, in the seat between Brutus and Enobaria, who sits herself as the head of the table.

Clove’s scowling at her pastry, and when he lightly nudges her shin with his shoe, that scowl shifts directly to him. He raises his eyebrows at her for a fleeting moment, the briefest exchange that she instantly understands, communicated by the tiniest hint of a smirk on her lips. Years of training together made it so they could practically read the other's mind, to know what they’re thinking without ever even saying it.  Right now, they’re in agreement. That final show will be hers, and she better make it a good one.

Enobaria catches the exchange, if the glare she directs towards Cato is any indication. Whatever. After a quick shake of her head directed at the pair, clearly a direction to cut it out, she decides to intervene in the argument at hand.

“Alright. We know you’re both skilled fighters. You’re the best of two’s current pool of trainees. No need to waste time talking about skills, just go to training and you make sure everyone knows who the one to fear is.”

Clove notices she did not say which district to fear.

“We’re just going right into this, starting with strategy. You–” Enobaria points at the boy and asks his name, but it is so inconsequential to Cato that he doesn’t even care to learn it. Not a chance in hell that he’ll even mention the boy when he’s working on sponsors and publicity. “What’s your angle?”

“I’m going for a classic, strong-”

The boy doesn’t even get to finish his plan when Clove cuts him off with a sharp laugh, and the way she rolls her eyes shows everyone exactly where this boy stands. “Oh you’re even stupider than I thought.”

“Clove, that’s not-” Brutus tries to interject.

“No, It’s a stupid fucking idea.” Clove pulls her knife out of her cinnamon roll, waving it around as she speaks. “Strong. That was Cato’s angle.” She directs the tip of her knife in Cato’s direction, waving it up and down to emphasize where he sits before her. “You want to be compared to him? Everyone remembers him, he’s literally the most recent victor.  You can’t hold a fucking candle in comparison to him, anyway.” She stabs a strawberry with the steak knife, making a point to bite it right off the tip of the blade. “Four entire years you never beat him once. You weren’t even second best, that was me. Sounds like suicide to be compared to Cato, if I were you.”

Cato doesn’t even try to hide the cocky smile that graces his face, bringing his right hand to rub under his jaw as he looks down and away from her. He knew what the look in her eyes would be, and he wasn’t in the place to see that mischievous glint.  He even bites his tongue from pointing out that she admitted that she was only second best.

“And Cato will actively be doing those Victor interviews, the recap, commentary, all that stuff they do between broadcasts. He’s still in everyone’s face.” Clove twirls the silver knife between her fingers, letting it toss out of her palm before landing in the center of a croissant. “You look like a district 12 kid next to him anyway.”

“Let me guess, you’re going for bitch who has no personality other than being a little psycho with knives?”

“Enough.” It is a snarl this time as it comes from Enobaria, who gives Brutus a look that the man clearly understands. They have their long mentoring partnership that lead to a silent communication of their own, it seems.

“Come with me.” Brutus stands abruptly, gesturing to his tribute. “We’ll talk in the bar car. It might be for the best anyway, keeping your strategies separate.”

The boy throws back his chair and nearly stomps down the hall following Brutus, his footsteps drumming in an angry beat as he follows his individual mentor. The second they are behind closed doors, Enobaria whips her head towards Clove.

“You have to play nice, he’s your district partner, Clove.”

“He’s one more body between me and victory.” She reaches across the table now, plucking a strip of bacon directly from the plate that had been placed in front of Cato by an Avox. “besides, I wasn’t wrong.” Clove emphasizes with a crunch on her stolen treat. “He’s half a foot and forty pounds lighter, to start with.”

“You would know what I weigh wouldn’t you-” Cato taunts, this time he reaches over and steals a piece of jam covered toast off of the plate before her, evening the score. He takes a single bite before handing it back, earning him a slap to the hand.

“I actually have to go compete for my life, I need the extra food.” She argues, though it’s not as cold as it may have been if she said it a year or two ago.

Clove leans back in her chair, stretching her feet out in front of her under the table. This time it’s her foot, out of her shoe and bare, that finds his calf. Her flexible leg easily trails up over his knee and to his thigh. He shifts, and when she thinks she’s won, he grabs her foot and holds it in his lap, refusing to let her slip away.

“This is what I meant when I told you not to get distracted, Clove. The two of you need to stop whatever the fuck you two have going on for the next week. Clove is here as a tribute, and Cato is here as the most recent victor. Period. That's it.” Enobaria leans back in her own chair, arms over her chest, and when she notices the way Cato smirks at Clove, and the girl narrows her eyes in response, she says nothing.

Pick your battles, Enobaria.

“Clove, we have to talk about something.” She redirects, angling to face Clove directly, as both Cato and Clove turn to listen to her.

“Are you going to tell me to play nice with the other kids at school?” Clove nearly jumps when Cato’s thumb presses abruptly into the space right underneath the ball of her foot.She goes to tug her foot back to herself, but he’s got her ankle easily held in his other hand. “Asshole.” She murmurs, but stops her fidgeting regardless.

“They’re going to try to bring up your mother.” Enobaria drops like a bomb, not having it in her to continue addressing the two of them and their behavior.

It appears the phrase causes a tone shift in Clove, her whole body language shifting from whatever playful competitiveness she was showing Cato, to something that is somehow both defensive and stunned.

“I’m not talking about my mother.”

“What would they say about your mom?” Cato cocks his head, but the way his hands hold her shifts as well. This touch is hidden to Enobaria, of course, but Clove notices how his thumb strokes little circles over her ankle in an attempt to comfort whatever distress she must be showing.  “She isn’t even around, why would she talk about her, Enobaria?”

Clove directs her attention back to the food spread, suddenly finding much more interest in dicing a kiwi into perfect little cubes. “My mom was a tribute.”

“What?” How wouldn’t he know, she’s a victor’s daughter? Her mother must not live in the village, or he’d have seen her by now, surely.  “I didn’t know your mom was a victor, It makes sense but-”

“She was a tribute. She didn’t win.” Clove replied in a clipped voice, but it isn't the kind of snark he is used to hearing from her. “She had me when she was fifteen, volunteered when she was eighteen.”

“There’s more to it, and you know that. The Capitol loves a good  story, and they’re going to bring up the fact that she-” Enobaria tries to explain, but the firm head shake from Clove stops her.

“I’m not talking about my mother. I got here on my own. I will win on my own, with no help from her.” Clove snaps, effectively ending this topic of conversation. At least for now.

Cato narrows his eyes towards her, trying to read the expression she is desperately trying to conceal.

“When you win they’re going to bring her up.”

“Enobaria, I’ll remind them that I'm sitting there as the victor that she isn’t.” Clove untangles her limbs from Cato’s and stands. She smooths the hem of her dress, and for a moment she remembers the year before, when Cato ran his fingers over the white lace on the dress she wore, as if he were trying to remember how she looked for the rest of his life.

“I’m going to check out the rest of the train.”  Clove announces, seeing herself off before either Cato or Enobaria could intercept her.

He watches her go, and once she has shut the door behind her, Cato turns his body and his attention to Enobaria.

“I didn’t even know she knew who her mom was, she doesn’t talk about her. Ever.”

“I mean, you see why. I remember her mother, she was a few years older than me in training. It’s a terrible story, and I'm not telling it. If she wants you to know, she’ll tell you. It’s not for me to say.” Enobaria sighs, leaning back on the metal chair, rocking it onto the hind legs so she can balance briefly before falling back forward with grace. “We’ve got our work cut out for us with those two. Welcome to mentoring.”

“She’s our priority, she is our winner.” Cato reminds, though Enobaria isn’t sure if he intends it as a warning or as a reminder.

“Of course she is. But I can't say that part yet.” Enobaria realizes that brunch has unceremoniously ended. “Don’t go to her room. You also have to arrive in one piece.”

And while Cato knows it’s for the best to give her space (Clove was always particularly volatile when she was angry),  it doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to soak up every moment he has with her.

-

Enobaria bans Cato from the opening ceremonies and tribute parade. Something about how he needed to stick to the reigning victor narrative, to network himself and lock in support before throwing his complete and total allegiance behind Clove.

“Let her prove herself. She’s got the skills, let her draw in the sponsors, and then you lock them in.” She had instructed him, before she sent him up to the District Two suite on his own.

Enobaria knew what she was doing. He trusts her.

As he watches the parade of tributes, he intends to make note of any competition, any realistic allies. One is a given. Neither tribute looks particularly impressive, average size for careers dressed in head to toe sequin monstrosities, but they are careers nonetheless. Four hasn’t deserved to be considered a career district since Finnick Odair back in the 65th, if someone were to ask Cato. Even Annie Cresta’s win back in the 70th, felt more like luck than training. There’s a large boy from 8, not quite as big as he is, but still significantly larger than Clove. Most tributes are significantly bigger than Clove, but rarely is size a factor against her. After all, she had trained against him for their entire teenage life. A knife doesn’t care how big you are, she’d always taunt when she got him down.

Cato runs his hand on the back of his neck, the other hand on the back of the couch as he watches the parade wrap up, eyes locked on a certain dark haired girl. The angle for District 2 seemed to be inspired by ancient empires, again. Last year it was heavy gold plates, he can remember the stylist calling it gladiator or something along those lines. This year though, they clearly went a different route, one he can actually place on his own.

Clove, at least, is in a shimmery golden fabric that looks nearly liquid as it clings to her. The fabric gathers over her left shoulder, and falls all the way to the ground. There’s a golden band around her waist, made to resemble the laurel wreath that eventually becomes the crown of the victor. A thin gold band wraps around her upper right arm, and when Cato looks close enough he can tell it almost resembles a snake of sorts, crawling up her skin.

They left her hair free flowing down her back, though it is not the typical askew waves and occasional curls no, the length of her hair was meticulously styled to all lay exactly the same way across her back. Most striking though, is the way a piece of bright golden metal, or maybe ribbon, is laced around the crown of her head.  It’s bold on the behalf of District 2 stylist, to so clearly emulate the look of a Victor’s crown around her head. Good. Let her competitors see how she’ll shine once they’ve all been sent home in their unmarked pine boxes.

It’s clear that this year they modeled them after the imagery of those ancient Greek and Roman Gods.

With the way her eyes shine from beneath long eyelashes, and the knowing, coy smirk on her tinted lips, Cato believes she looks all the bit the goddess she is meant to symbolize. And, while he can’t remember the exact school lesson that talked about the names of those ancient gods of victory or war, he is sure that it certainly should have been Clove.

-

As much as it pains him, he obeys Enobaria’s direct orders.

He does not go near her, does not follow her into her room under the cover of night, knowing full well he would never forgive himself if he did distract her. Clove would call him stupid to even suggest that she could be distracted by him, as if they haven’t been playing this game together for over three years.

He goes to his own interview with Caesar, and brags how he is sure that District 2 will be bringing home the win for the second year in a row. If anyone notices that he slips and says that she is the best tribute he’s ever seen, noone comments. A compliment like that from a victor is worth its weight in gold, be it ‘unintentional’ or not.

When her odds jump from 7-1 to 5-1 the next morning, Cato is not reprimanded for his ‘accidental’ slip.

-

Score release goes as well as expected.

The five of them sit in the circular couch pod in front of the screen, the gaggle of styling teams and the D2 escort babble amongst themselves, trading plans for the final interviews tomorrow.

Clove sits close enough to Cato that with her legs crossed under her, and his legs splayed, their knees faintly brush each other. It’s innocuous to the majority, and even Enobaria bites her tongue when she notices. It’s harmless enough. The scores start and Cato finds the knee touching hers is bouncing, and he is shocked to realize the nervous habit is stemming from himself.

“Let's see if you’re as good as you think.” Cato teases her, leaning back with his arms stretched over the back of the couch on both sides. If one so happens to be behind her shoulders, so be it. “You’re looking at a perfect 10 from me, of course. I’m sure you remember.”

“Scores go up to 12. Far from Perfect.” Clove leans back, brushing against his arm, testing the proverbial waters of just how far they could push.

“Noone scores higher than a 10, it’s a formality to make 11 and 12 feel like relevant districts. I was also a perfect score.” Brutus reminds, giving Cato a knowing nod. He did score perfect, as far as an actual grading scale would go. “Enobaria you were a 10, too, weren’t you?”

She nods, and takes one of the tall stemmed glasses from one of the passing Avoxes. The purple liquid within is unidentified, but clearly Enobaria reaches for something that will calm whatever nerves she may be feeling. Cato can understand. It’s oddly stressful, waiting for the scores of the person you are rooting for. It's almost worse than waiting for his own.“Most Victors from two have had a ten. I can only think of one person who’s ever scored a ten and didn’t win. At least from two.”

The escort, Cato thinks her name is Elena, quiets them. “Shh, it’s starting, it’s starting!”

Caesar’s theme blares through the room as the host introduces himself yet again, as if all of Panem does not know his name. He gives the typical explanation. Three days of evaluation, score 1-12, and so on and so forth.

District one is first. Both the male and female tribute receive nines, strong starts for the career alliance. Clove reminds them that they both chose spears, something that will put them in competition with each other for tools.

The boy is next. When his face flashes across the screen, Caesar announces yet another nine.

“A solid score.” Brutus remarks, though the previous conversation of the value of tens still hangs in the air.

“Also from District 2. Clove.” Cato can feel the way his jaw clenches, and Clove’s whole body tenses as they both lean forward in anticipation. Enobaira has the drink to her lips, bracing for the score. Not that anyone doubts Clove, but the pressure is still mounting.

“With a score of…Ten.”

Clove’s body relaxes and a beaming smile graces her face for the briefest few seconds before it falls into a smirk. The way that smile grabbed at his heart and yanked it towards her is something Cato can think about later.

“What was that about Victors with tens?” She asks in a voice that is feigning sweetness, though drips with venom. She’s out for blood, now.

“Welcome to the Tens Club, kid. You’ve earned it.” Brutus grabs her shoulder, to give it a firm but proud shake.

Enobaria finishes her drink in a quick tilt of her head. The stress is lifted. Clove has more than proved herself a fierce competitor, despite her physical size and overall feminine appearance.

The look she gives Cato, communicating with nothing more than her eyes, is a clear message. Go for it, brag about her to the world. Enboria stands, and walks around the back of the couch, pausing to lean between the two of them and whisper. “That's our girl.”

The rest of the scores pass without anything of note. The big kid from eight gets an eight, but no one other than him and the career pack score above a six. If Clove relaxes when she leans back, just enough that her arm brushes against his and rests there, well she’s just letting herself relax after a high stress week.

“High score of the year.” Enobaria announces the moment the presentation ends, and she actually bears those razor blade teeth in a frightening smile. “Good work.”

“She’s the best.” Cato agrees, and when he looks down at her over his shoulder, he cannot contain his smile.

-

The next and final night is the interview. Enobaria and Brutus have already made their way down with whats-his-name, leaving him alone to wait for Clove’s team to release her. Cato slides his hands into the pockets of his navy blue blazer, leaning against the wall that holds the elevator. He crosses his left foot over his right, and leans back, chuckling to himself as he hears Clove openly voicing her distaste over some detail he cannot discern.

“I really need to get going–” Which is Clove’s kind way of saying ‘it’s in your best interest to let me leave.’

He hears them trying to fight her as she steps away, clearly wearing some sort of heel by the way he can hear the clicking of her light footsteps across the marble tiled floor.

Her steps came to a halt right as she began to crest the connecting threshold from her room to the rest of the suite.

“I don’t want to hear a single word from you.” Clove warns as she crosses into the living space, hands firmly on her hips as she makes her way towards him in long, sure strides.

Cato can’t help it though, when the second he sees her he tilts his head back and gives half of a laugh. He shakes his head as she quickly crosses the distance between them, and he takes a single step forward that nearly closes the distance entirely. At the last minute, though, he heeds Enobaria’s warning.

That doesn’t stop him from reaching out a hand to run the horrific orange fabric at her waist through his fingers.

“You look like a little marigold.”

“Shut your mouth.” Clove snaps, though she glances down at herself. The orange ruffles at the top of her dress do slightly resemble flower petals, the more that she thinks about it. Sure, the orange satin at her waist is flattering, but the layers of tulle that fall all the way to her feet are doing nothing to make her look intimidating or fierce or any of the other attributes she wanted to express. “I look like a child playing dress up.”

Cato wisely chooses not to comment as he reaches out to touch the various twists and floofs in her hair, shaking his head as he tries to understand what girl they are trying to portray in front of him. “They’re going for unhinged, maybe?”

She smacks his hand out of her hair at that comment, crossing her arms over her chest in a way that yeah, maybe looks a little insecure. Despite the dress covering her feet, she felt so incredibly exposed in this strapless piece.

“Not funny, Cato. They’re going to make me look stupid like this.”

His hand finds her chin, stylists be damned, and he tilts her chin up to look at him. He wants to comment on how the color at the very least makes her eyes look particularly green, but there’s something different about her face that he can’t quite place.  Cato narrows his eyes when his thumb runs along her cheekbone, and there must be a look of distaste on his face for Clove to react to.

“What are you looking at- hey!” Clove leans her neck back, knitting her eyebrows together as she scowls at her…her Cato.  “They’ll come after me with makeup brushes to fix whatever you’re fucking up, and I don’t want to be disqualified when I kill my stylist team”

He lifts his thumb, and notices both the pale powder on his finger, but also the patch of freckles he’s revealed underneath. “They covered your freckles…then painted more on?” There’s evident disgust in his tone, as he wipes the offensive makeup on the side of his leg.

“Guess they prefer to place them individually, I don’t know.” Clove shrugs, but squints her eyes  as he places his hands on either side of her face and wipes the concealer and offending faux-freckles off.

“Fuck that, fuck them.”  Cato mumbles, smiling at his handiwork when he realizes he can see the galaxy of freckles on her cheeks once again. “You don’t need all that. You are so, unbelievably–”  He’s caught off guard when blue eyes catch green, and it takes the entirety of his resolve not to lean down and catch her lips in his, especially with the way she tilted her head into one of his hands, leaving a long, open expanse of her neck that practically begs him to claim it.

If she rises on her toes to close the space between their lips herself– already shortened by the multiple inches her shoes added to her height– well, who can blame her. It very well could be her last night on Earth, why deprive herself now?

It’s Cato who hesitates though, still cradling her face in his hands  he straightens his back and pulls back before they can slip too far into each other. His hands drop from her face in defeat. One free hand now rubs over his jaw as the other slams the down button on the elevator. “After.”

Clove nods in a silent agreement, and they ride side by side down the elevator, arms close enough that they may as well have wrapped them around each other.

As usual District One goes first, playing up glamor or something superficial to an audience who eats it right up. Enobaria is Flanked by Brutus and Cato, standing off stage across from where the Clove will enter in the coming moments.

She is standing in the wings, dress gathered in her hands so she does not trip and make herself look uncoordinated and risk losing sponsors. Clove catches the eyes of the three of them as Caesar begins introducing District Two, specifically being drawn into the approving nod Enobaria gives her as she is called to the stage.

The light is too blinding for Clove to see how Enobaria grabs Cato’s upper arm, giving a firm and reassuring squeeze. They’d been waiting for this.

It feels like a blur, the deafening way Capitol citizens cheer for her. She’s the favorite, evident by the way they go absolutely wild when she flashes them a confident white smile.

Caesar is settling the crowd down as he and Clove sit across from each other. Over the host’s shoulder Clove can see the three of them still watching her with more pride than she’s ever felt directed to her.

He starts his interview by commenting on her knife skills, which she uses as a chance to brilliantly remind him that she is the best.

The audience thrives on her wit, once again rising into deafening cheers when she reminds- not threatens, reminds– Caesar Flickerman that she could kill him from across the stage.

“Now. I hear that you have a birthday coming, is that true?” He leans forward, quirking a blue tinted eyebrow at her.

“Yes Caesar, I’ll be eighteen this week.” She responds in a sweet voice, looking over her shoulder and out towards the audience. “I’m planning to give myself the win as a gift to myself,” she informs them with a coy little grin.

“The confidence! I love it!” He vamps. “I think that would be quite a gift to us all, wouldn’t it?” Caesar, for what it's worth, can certainly work up a crowd. “You had the highest score of the year, no doubt a result of hardwork and practice. I’ve been told that you were the long term training companion to our victor last year, is that true?”

For the briefest minute she catches Cato’s eyes in the wings, and for a moment and only a moment the way she lights up is for him alone.

“It’s true. Between you and I though, he’s lucky he competed last year and not against me.” She pretends as if she shares this secret with the host and the host alone.  The audience oohs in response, as if she just shared the hottest gossip in the country.

“Clove, are such a firecracker in such a little package! I love it!”

“You know Caesar, it doesn’t matter how much bigger someone may be. A knife hits them all the same way. And I never miss.”

“Oh I am going to miss this girl!!” The audience cheers in agreement.

“I’ll be back in a few days.”

He ramps the audience up one last time as he holds her hand up in the air. “Ladies and Gentlemen, Clove!”

Clove exits the stage towards Enobaria, Brutus, and Cato, smiling until the moment she is in the wings.

“You killed it.” Enobaria approves, though Clove keeps walking past her, grabbing Cato by the arm as she does.

“I know.”

She continues walking, now tugging Cato by the sleeve for just a couple of seconds until she is sure he is following her.

Clove  is not waiting for the other tribute to take the stage, she doesn’t have a fuck to give about any other district either.

When they are out of vision of the others, though she knows the eyes of the Capitol never sleep, it is her fist that slams on the up button of the elevator, it is her who pulls him in by the middle of his button down shirt, and it is her who pulls him to her against the metal wall of the elevator.

He doesn’t resist her this time, they’ve made it to the end of the week. She’s made her name for herself, she’s made herself the favorite. Who is he to deny her– or himself– this.

Cato leans down to meet her half way, hands finding the small of her back and pulling her flush against him. One of Clove’s hands has already begun unbuttoning his shirt, nimble fingers snaking around to latch her nails into the skin of his back.

He’s lifted her up within seconds, her legs wrapping around his hips just as they have a million times. Cato walks them backwards off the elevator when they reach the second floor but as soon as they are inside, he sets her down.

Breathless, his fingers run from her hips to the bubbled segments of her hair “Take this out,”

“Are you fucking serious right now, that’s your priority? Is it this fucking distracting that you would rather that I fix my hair than suck your-”

“Just do it, Clove. Meet me in my room”

Clove storms past him to the nearest bathroom, and instead of painstakingly untwisting each tie, she raises the nearest knife she can find and slices the rubber bands right open. Her hair falls free in loose waves, unbound and covering her bare shoulders. She sees her reflection in the mirror, and takes a few moments to wipe the remnants of makeup under her eyes, the majority of which having been removed by Cato hours ago. Clove kicks off her shoes, before wasting no time in crossing back across the apartment to the room she had been all but formally barred from this week.

“Cato, what are you–”

He’s discarded his jacket, left standing in that nearly entirely unbuttoned black button down shirt and the shining navy pants that matched the jacket. He’s pushed his sleeves up to his elbows, and while she’s always a sucker for those arms, that's not what catches her attention.

Cato steps closer, his golden Victor’s crown in his hands. “I had to bring it for my interviews while you’re in the arena.”  He pulls her in by the waist, tilting her chin back up so he can meet the most brilliant jade eyes he’s ever seen.

“I’m going to be the first person to see you crowned.” Cato whispers as he places the golden circle around her hair, his breath caught in his chest the way the gold stands out against her dark hair and pale face. He twists her in his arms so she can see her own reflection, to see herself as the winner she is about to become. It’s a gift, really, to see her crowned in her natural glory before the Capitol will have the chance to paint over her freckles again, or color her lips some dark ruby shade at her own crowning.

This is Clove, in her very own skin, as the victor she was born to be.

His arm holds her across the front of her shoulders, possessive. She’s going to be a victor in her own right, but she is his.

They both look at the reflection of the two of them for a moment, wordless. Her hands hold onto the arm he has across her chest, and she tilts her head as she takes them in. They looked absolutely lethal.  Yet, it was as if they were meant to be standing together, the sharp contrast of their appearances making them all the more alluring.  It feels like she should be standing directly beside him, in his arms, for the rest of their lives.

Hell, maybe this really was what was left of hers if the odds were not in her favor tomorrow morning.

She twists in his arms, raising her eyebrows in a way that is demanding  him to come and get her. He’s a step ahead of her, hands already on the back of her dress, no time wasted as practiced hands finds the zipper.  

Clove pushes him backwards until the back of  his knees hit the bed, straddling his hips with her own. “I’m keeping it on.” She murmurs, referencing his crown, before leaning in and claiming his lips for herself.

Neither sleep that night, and neither say much either.

Cato stares at the ceiling, drawing circles languidly on the skin over her spine for what seems like hours. Clove faces the window from her place at his side, her cheek using his bare chest as a pillow.

There is too much that needs to be said, and far too little time to do the words the justice they deserve.

“Clove?” Cato whispers as the sun begins to crest the Earth in the horizon, pulling her closer on sheer instinct. Their time is coming to an end all too fast, and Cato would give anything to hold her for another forty years instead of another forty minutes. “Remember when you came to see me, before I left?’

She nods just enough that he can perceive the motion against his chest, his other arm coming to wrap about her torso so that he holds her completely. “I told you that you better fucking come home.”

“And that you’d see me soon.” Cato murmurs into the top of her head, unwrapping one arm briefly to reach into the nightstand just on the other side of the bed. “More importantly though, you gave me this. I think it’s time I return it to you.”

Cato pulls out that silver C, now rethreaded to a much smaller, shorter chain. He clips it around her bare neck, before his hands settle back on the small of her back, rhythmically tapping his thumb in a manner that is meant to calm one of them. He isn’t sure who.

Clove swallows hard, trying her hardest to quell any emotion that dare try to appear right now. This was not the time to go soft. “You’ll see me soon.” She promises, though she cannot dare look up at him and see even a second of fear. In truth, she isn’t sure that it won’t break her resolve and her heart both if she notices doubt in his eyes.

The following silence chokes them, the sun coming up all too fast and burning her eyes. She looks up towards him to avoid the rays of the sunrise, and when he looks down at her the way her heart absolutely pounds in her chest nearly makes her doubt coming to the games at all.

Their time is ending, and it is ending fast.

“Clove..” he starts, trying to build up the nerve to say what he needs to. “Before you go, i have to tell you–”

“No.” Clove stops him, propping herself up on her forearms on his chest. She holds his face with both her hands, forcing him to lock eyes with her. “You can’t do this right now. When I come back… there is nothing stopping us, then.”

“You need to hear it Clove, I need you to know that–”

“I do. But I don’t want to hear you say it just because you think I’m not coming back.” She’s insistent on it, and she stops his argument with a kiss that is borderline gentle coming from her. Clove leans her forehead against his, now hovering over him completely. “We’re going to be all anyone talks about for years, after this. You and I…”

A rapid knock on the door tells them that Enobaria has already noticed she is not in the bed she’s supposed to be in. The knock is a courtesy, one she surely won’t be repeating.

Clove buries her face in the space between his shoulder and his neck, as he holds her tighter for what feels like the last time. She has to be the one to push away and out of the bed, grabbing one of his spare shirts and throwing it on. Not like she could wear her dress from last night out there.

“Clove?” Cato sits up, watching as she grabs for the door handle.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t die.”

She shoots him that brilliant smile, the one he has chased for the last three years at least, before shooting him a knowing smirk.

“Wasn’t planning on it, baby.”  

When Clove slips out the door, Cato can’t help but feel like he just watched the rest of his life slip between his fingers.

He isn’t allowed to go to the final send off with her. That is between her and Enobaria, but the send off they had last night well..that’ll be enough until her win.

Cato is alone in the apartment, taking the entire couch up on his lonesome. As the Capitol seal flashes on the TV, and the sixty second countdown begins, he leans his head forward. His knees catch his elbows, and he has to physically hold his head up with his hands. He wonders silently if last year she felt as sick as he does right now. It’s somehow worse, thinking of her in that arena, than when he had actually competed himself.

He sees her instantly. The favorite always gets camera priority, making sure they have plenty of footage for the eventual recap during their post-games interview.

Cato processes the terrain in the same second she does, evident by the wild look in her eyes while he realizes it is entirely white behind her.

A blizzard. The arena is a blizzard.

The look in her eyes when the countdown ends is unlike anything he has seen even in her most intense moments of training.

She is confident. She is bloodthirsty. She is absolutely feral.

As she takes off towards the cornucopia there is not a single soul watching that can deny that this is the moment she was born for.

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From Green to Blue

Chapter 7: Confrontation

Next chapter: Darkness before the light

You suddenly feel nothing.

Chapter kind of short.

Warnings:

Angst

Smut

Mental health crisis

MDNI: 18 plus

Understanding what you were trying to do, complied. 

“You know, if you're not doing anything, we can go up to my parents cottage.” 

“Really? Will they be okay with it?” 

“Of course. I take friends up there all the time. Plus they're in Hawaii for an event.” 

“Hey everyone.” Hannah had an arm wrapped around Eren’s waist. His hand was on her shoulder. The sight brought back memories of when you were in her place. For one moment you and Eren made eye contact. 

As usual, cold green eyes. 

Mikasa and Jean moved farther down the booth so that Eren and Hannah could sit. 

Oh fuck. 

Eren was sitting directly opposite from you. Now that he was right in front of you, it was hard to say anything. Coming here had been about confronting him. Now, it seemed like a bad idea. What made you think this was a good idea? 

“Hi, my names Hitch.” Connie’s girlfriend introduced herself. Hannah smiled and started to strike up a conversation. Did Hitch like Hannah more than you? 

“Calm down. She’s just being nice.” You thought. 

“So what are you guys planning to do for Christmas?” Hitch Asked. 

“I’m going to meet Eren’s parents.” Hannah smiled. You could see her eyes on you, with a slight smile. Your insides tightened painfully. So it seemed she had fully replaced you. 

Dinner was mainly Hannah and Hitch getting to know one another. You didn’t think that Hitch knew Hannah had once been your friend. But you didn’t think it was a good idea. Instead, you focused on your food. It was like you were blocking everything out but your food. Just eat and ignore everything around you. 

“Woah Y/n. Remember to breath.” Eren smirked. You stopped, fork clattering to the table. Eren had already turned his attention to Hannah. But the atmosphere had changed. Mikasa glared at Eren while Hitch had fallen silent. 

“So Mikasa, what are you and Jean?” Hannah asked. 

“ Going to see his parents.” Mikasa wasn’t looking at Hannah, instead opting to gaze outside at the cars passing by. 

“Same here! It seems we’re all spending the holidays with our partners. Oh, sorry, most of us.” Hannah didn’t even need to look at you. But it was obvious who the comment was meant for. The edge of Eren’s lips twitched. 

“Don’t cry. Don’t cry.” It was taking everything in you to not scream at her. Your hands shook slightly. 

“Yes. You already told us.” Hannah’s face flushed. She had turned to you, at first thinking it was you who said it. But within seconds it registered. Armin was smiling at her, showing his teeth. 

Hannah wasn’t so smug anymore. Instead she looked at Eren. 

“What was that for?” Eren glared at Armin.  

“What? She already said it several times.” Armin shrugged. You weren’t sure whether to laugh or not. It was shocking to see Armin like this. Usually he was so nice. But you weren’t complaining.  

“Excuse me.’ Hannah’s eyes glossed over, bottom lip trembling. 

What? What right did she have to cry? Only a moment ago she was rubbing her relationship with Eren in your face.                             

“That's enough.” Mikasa’s gray eyes stared everyone down. Armin’s gaze looked away from his friends and focused on you. Hannah shrinked back and it seemed that even Eren didn’t want to argue with Mikasa. Once she was sure everyone had stopped, Mikasa finally looked away. 

The cheerful mood was gone. Instead, you all sat in an uncomfortable silence. It was suddenly hard to eat. Every time Eren’s eyes landed on you, your throat would seize up, making it impossible to eat. This was all a mistake. A terrible, stupid mistake. What made you think that this was a good idea. Hannah didn’t care and any feelings Eren might have had were gone. 

It hit you. He didn’t love you. Likely hadn’t for some time now. Somewhere in you, there had been hope. Maybe he would regret his decision and come back to you. But it seemed everything was going his way. A beautiful girlfriend, doing well in his job. And then there was you. Single and miserable. Just like your mother. Guess that made Eren like your father in a way. Neglectful and unfeeling. You remembered all the days looking out the window. Daydreaming that he might come home. Eventually, you had come to the realization that your father was gone. Now Eren was gone. 

It had taken you this long to come to that conclusion. Seeing the way he looked at her broke something in you. Like a line being severed. One moment your heart ached for him, wanted him. The next. Nothing. 

A hand touched your elbow. Armin was looking at Jean, speaking to him. But his hand pressed itself against you comfortingly. You allowed yourself to rest now. Suddenly you felt so, so tired. Right then you would like to sleep. To just lay your head down and sleep. It was like aging several years in just a moment. 

“Are you okay?” Armin whispered. You could see Hannah lean into Eren. 

“Just tired.” 

“Want to leave?” 

“Soon.” A yawn broke free. Everyone looked at you.

“Sorry.” You said. A throbbing pain was suddenly appearing in your head. 

“Maybe you should go home.” Hannah said 

“You’d like that wouldn’t you.” Tired and with a sore head, you really weren’t in the mood for any of Hannah’s shit. Or anyones for that matter. 

Hitch looked confused. In her defense, Hitch had no idea Hannah had been your friend. 

You grabbed your bag. It was probably time to go. Taking your cue, Armin followed suit. 

“You guys are already going?” Jean looked disappointed. 

“Sorry, I didn’t sleep well last night.” You just wanted to leave. It was like your body was falling back into nothingness. And you longed to do so. 

It was so stupid to come here. As you packed up, Hannah had started a conversation with Hitch. 

“So how did you two meet?’ Hitch asked. Hannah laughed, making it feel like nails were running down your back. Hiding your shivers, you tried to tune her out. 

“Just through friends.” Hannah answered quickly. 

“Through me, actually.” If Hannah wanted to flaunt her relationship in front of you, then she might as well be honest. A smile spread over Eren’s face. 

“Yes Y/n. But we got together after I left you, remember?” Cooly, you looked at him. Was he really trying to act like what he did was okay. 

“Well I don’t know if I can take your word for it. I mean, you were seeing her for a while. Wouldn’t put it past you. 

“Stop it!” Hannah snapped.

“Stop what?” You smirked. It was like lightning had gone off in your chest. Suddenly that fear was gone. You didn’t really care anymore how they felt. 

“You….. just leave!” People were starting to satire. Hannah was on her feet, fists clenched. You laughed. 

“Oh? Are you going to hit me? I know you hit Biannca a few days ago.” 

“What?!” Mikasa had her eyes fixed on Hannah. 

“ I’m not surprised. I mean after sleeping with her friend's ex, what else is she capable of?” Hannah was now crying. Tears spilling down her cheeks. Eren stood up. His hand fastened around your collar. Pulling you close, he forced your head right next to his. 

“You shut up right now Y/n. And apologize.” The next second Eren was thrown back, hitting his seat. With a look of disgust on your face, you whipped your shirt. 

“Don’t touch me, that's disgusting. Don’t know who else you’ve touched with those fingers. Armin, can we leave?” Without complaint, he followed you to the counter.

“I’m paying.” Armin was quick to whip out his card before you could act. It was a relief. You were finally leaving. 

“We’ll just say bye to everyone and leave.” Armin told you. It didn’t matter. You could finally leave. 

But just as you and Armin reached the exit, Hannah walked up to you. Raising an eyebrow, you just stared at her.  

“You know, this is the reason he left you. Your a fucking toxic bitch.” You laughed. 

“At least my ex didn’t cheat on me.” And with that, you left. 

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[nikoadari]

I Think I'm Dating a Fae, Chapter 5

March 18

Dear Diary,

We’re here!

We finally made it. I thought that flight would never end!

We touched down last night (technically this morning; it was like 4 am) and Sol called a cab to drive us to his house. I knew it was kind of out there, in the middle of the woods, but Sol never said his house was on a goddam mountain an hour away from civilization.

The kids slept through it all – lucky them – so we carried them inside and put them in the guest room, which will be their new room until we go home.

I don’t even remember crashing into bed ourselves. I was too tired to even write anything. It was definitely a mistake to take such a long flight. The kids weren’t ready, I wasn’t ready, Sol…well, Sol was ready, but he’s used to this kind of thing.

Or so I thought.

I woke up a few times in the night. I couldn’t really tell why; I wasn’t thirsty or in need of a bathroom break. I couldn’t even really tell if I was actually awake or just having a dream.

Sol was always muttering, though, each time I woke up. I didn’t understand much; it was in another language I don’t know. I don’t think I’ve ever heard him use that one before, actually, but he sounded…frustrated.

He was facing away from me usually, but the last time I woke up he was standing at the window, still muttering to himself. I must have called out to him because he whipped around like I startled him before coming to me and kissing my forehead just like the kids.

That was the last time I woke up in the night.

It’s around 10 in the morning now, and the jet lag is making me just a little more prone to stabbing than normal. Sol offered to take the kids out while I cleaned up breakfast so I wouldn’t kill them all, so that’s great.

About breakfast, though. Apparently Sol hired someone to stock the fridge with groceries so we could eat in the morning?? How is that even a thing??? I know he’s rich but it’s the little things like this that freak me out the most.

I checked on them when I was done, and Sol was teaching Yasminehow to chop wood. Yeah. That’s right. Let that sink in.

Of course I went out there to ask him “what the actual hell is my seven year old doing with a hatchet right now?” but Sol just said it was “fine” and to “trust him.”

Am I insane? That’s insane, right? Yasmine didn’t look injured or stressed out or anything, but she’s seven!

Ramon was there, cheering each time the axe came down, because apparently five is “too little” to hold an axe but sevenis a-okay. God, if my children become axe-murderers one day I am absolutely blaming Sol.

The only reason I didn’t go absolutely haywire on all of them is because Yasmine actually split one of the logs down the middle while we were arguing. In one blow. With an axe. It was a small log (Sol made some just for her, apparently) but it was still cool and showed that she already had a good amount of control over the little hatchet. And the wood didn’t fly everywhere and hit us like I thought it would, either. It just fell right next to the old stump she was splitting it on.

I really hope she doesn’t become an axe-murderer.

Anyway, after that I figured it was probably fine. Sol was watching and the kids were having fun so I just helped monitor for a while until they finished. I was working up the courage to ask Sol about what he was doing last night, or if I was just having a weird dream, but then – you won’t believe this – Sol put his hands together like he was praying and bowed his head to the forest.

He literally said, “Thank you for offering us protection and warmth,” and then just started picking up the wood pieces like nothing happened!

And of course the kids started asking questions because, um, what the actual heck, and Sol told them, “It’s polite to say ‘thank you’ when you borrow someone else’s belongings.”

And he was just so…nonchalant. Like it was the most normal thing in the world to bow the goddam forest and thank it after chopping wood. Oh, and of course the kids, (my sweet, precious, polite babies whom I love and adore), of course they decided they should be polite, too, and thanked the trees.

Fantastic. Awesome. Unbelievable.

And you know I couldn’t tell them not to! If I did, they would be upset about me “being impolite to the forest” or whatever and I would be indirectly undermining Sol’s beliefs, too. How did we get here without ever discussing this?

I stopped questioning the fae-adjacent on weird woodland shenanigans a long time ago, and so has my family for the most part, but how am I supposed to explain our kids doing this when we get home?? When we went on a walk through the woods later Ramon and Yasmine thanked all the trees on the path for providing shade individually. It was a really nice walk otherwise, but come on.

Look, I’m not shaming Sol for being like this. I know he’s weird. I love him because of anddespite it. Kinda thought he was joking whenever he thanked the trees in the park for their shade, so it’s a little surprising, but…I’m just saying that doing this kind of thing is exactly why I’m questioning if he’s even human.

I blame myself. This is what I get for choosing to love an eccentric.

About that walk, though. Aside from the kids doing their thing (and Sol eventually told them that they should be polite to the animals by not disrupting them as much as possible. Translation: “be quiet”), there were some really strange things in the forest.

Sol still looked nervous, and he was jumpier than normal, too. He kept glancing at the trees and bushes like he was looking for something specific. Whatever he’s searching for, it’s never there, and I could tell he wasn’t happy about it.

Of course I asked what was the matter, but he brushed me off, saying he had spent too much time in the city. Okay, then….

There were some other strange things, too. Normal-strange this time, thankfully.

Why do I even have to distinguish that?

I never knew there were so many different types of mushroom. All the trees look so different than the ones back home. The air feels different, too. Cleaner. It’s easier to breathe out here.

It’s kind of eerie, that it’s just so quiet. Sort of. There’s this really loud, buzzing bug thing called a “cicada” that never. Shuts. Up. But even with that, and the river we found on our walk, when we all stopped and just stood there, I realized that I couldn’t hear much of anything. We’re so far from the city. I almost missed the background noise of it, but this is a nice change.

We stayed there for a while just watching the world do its thing. It was peaceful but buzzing with life at the same time, and just being there made me feel so strange….

And then Yasmine ran straight into the river. Almost. Sol caught her, and when he turned around he looked…I’ve never seen him so terrified before in my life.

But who wouldn’t be? She was about to just dive in without even knowing how to swim! The river’s pretty fast in the middle, and probably deep enough to sweep her away.

We both had to scold her for not thinking before she acts. I don’t like yelling at my kids, but this time I had to. If Sol hadn’t been there…I don’t even want to think about it. Sol almost seemed more afraid than I was. He pushed us all away from the water, so far we couldn’t see it anymore, and I heard him swear a few times in Spanish.

He almost never swears, especially around the kids.

Yasmine said sorry over and over again, and Ramon was clinging to me. I’m pretty sure we scared him by accident with the yelling. At least he’ll never do that. Yasmine promised she wouldn’t run in without thinking again. She was pretty shaken. She said she saw a fish in the river and wanted to chase it which, okay, I understand, but…Sol seemed the most shaken by that, if I’m being honest.

He was asking her questions about the fish. The color, if it had one or two fins, things that make no sense! I almost lost it when he started asking those questions, but when she told him it was purple he looked angrier than I had ever seen him.

He was done he told her to never, ever follow it again. He said it was a dangerous fish and that if she ever touched it, its poison would kill her. He only stopped when Yasmine began to cry. We both said sorry for shouting, but the important thing was that the kids understood the danger. We all had a hug and went home.

Sol said there are other rivers nearby and if they’re good today, he’ll teach them how to swim and catch the “safe” fish, the ones that aren’t poisonous.

We had a talk later. He never told me that there were poisonous fish here. He’d told me it was safe, and I’d believed him. He told me that they weren’t meant to be here. They’re invasive, and he hadn’t thought anyone would introduce them this far up in the mountains. That almost made sense to me, but he wouldn’t look me in the eye as he said it.

He always looks me in the eye.

I know Sol isn’t a liar. I do! Since we met, he’s always been 100% honest with me about everything, but this…I don’t know what to make of this.

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Okay so I’ll vent here since barely anyone follows me but recently I got into my first relationship EVER, literally what’s ironic is that we meet two days before my last days at my old school since I moved to Connecticut (I use to live in nyc) but anyways my friend told me about him before. He’s colombian with naturally light brown eyes with beautiful clear white clear skin, piercing on his ear n beautiful curly/wavy hair, n his style is like kind of a skater boy style but anyways we met n we hit it off well. I thought he he didn’t know any English but l didn’t know he can understand it so I was telling my friend Nicole how I really like him and if she could ask for his instagram for me n she totally said no lol, so I decided to do it myself and he surprisingly got up to where I was sitting and gave me his phone to type my username on instagram. Later I followed him back and by the time he texted me I was at my friends house my and her are super close but he texted me “hola” so I replied with “hola, como estas?” N it was just a normal conversation from there. And I literally just told him straight up in text that I thought he was cute and he said the same ( I was blushing so hard n js screaming omggggg!!!) so fast forward the next day it was my official last day in that school. So anyways we talked for a bit bc it was awkward but I than talked to this guy who was a senior (me and the Colombian guy are both freshman’s but the guy that I was talking to is a senior who only goes to my anatomy class on his lunch period js to chill there) but me n the senior we’re basically talking about relationships and how expensive houses can cost, just random shit. Until I saw the Colombian guy (btw his name is Sergio) so I saw Sergio get up with the bathroom pass n omg I js remember my heart dropped he is just so cuteeee. Anyways Sergio came back from the bathroom and as soon as he sat down I asked him if he had lunch 9th period n he said yea so me n him walked around the school first talking about how he doesn’t like the Colombian girls in the school because they’re all hoes n he doesn’t like that so we went to lunch n we stayed there for 5 mins js talking until we left but basically me n him were js walking around anywhere but he was putting his arm around me and eventually we started holding hands. Then we js sat in the park talking until like 15 mins later I kissed him on the cheek n laid my head on his should while he was confronting me. It got cold so we went home we both realized we lived near each other. So I dropped him off bc I didn’t want Sergio to drop me off at my house bc I didn’t want my dad to see us lol. But we hugged he kissed me on my forehead. Anyways I texted him on instagram to give me his phone number. We later texted for like an hour straight. He is so affectionate with his words he calls me beautiful he tells me that he loves me he js checks up on me n I do the same. But we got into a bit of an argument but we ended up good lol. So yea basically we check up on each other until Wednesday the last text I sent him was to tell me when he gets out of school. Later he texted me about a guy I use to have a situation ship with but I ended up ghosting him bc I felt really weird n I just didn’t like it and the worst part is that my situation ship use to go to the same school as me when I use to live in New York. He told me that he talked to him n that he told him the whole story (I just know that my situation ship lied about things bc I remember when a boy told me that my situation ship said that me n him use to date but than I broke up with him which never even happened bc we weren’t even dating but I js told the guy that he’s crazy) but I’m realizing that bc of that me n Sergio broke up. And you know what’s crazy it was a short relationship. But while we were arguing he was telling me how no boy is gonna love me like he did n that they only love me bc of my ass and boobs but he later apologized after I send him a paragraph explaining everything. (Gonna make a prt 2)

[aflyingcontradiction]

The Magnus Archives Relisten: Episode 186 - Quiet

Martin II: Because it makes the sadness feel at home. It turns it from a burden into... Martin I: ... an indulgence.

I think I can sort of relate. This isn't something that happens to me a lot, but it is definitely a slightly familiar thought process.

Martin: Because you want to stay. Because you want to have a real rest. To just breathe and … be quietly sad, I guess.

It's true. The poor bastard has just been RUNNING (metaphorically, though sometimes literally) since the apocalypse, if you don't count the brief stint at Salesa's and even there he didn't really get to be by himself enough to digest any of it. I mean, Martin goes on to argue that it wouldn't be healthy but to be honest, wouldn't it??? At least for a moment??

Martin: But we both know that loved ones make the worst therapists. They’re too wrapped up in trying to stop you hurting to actually help. But hey, we know all about that, am I right?

I think I've got that issue from the loved one's side (that is, I'm the one often too wrapped up in trying to be comforting to really help). But then, I have always said that Martin is painfully relatable to me.

Martin II: It wasn’t your fault. Martin I: Yes, it was. Martin II: That’s just the guilt talking. (...) Martin II: She was awful. Martin I: She wasn’t well. Martin II: Both things can be true. Martin I: She was still my mum! Our mum. Whatever! Martin II: And we’re glad she’s dead.

At first I thought the "Martin literally talking to himself" thing was a little hokey, but this is actually a very nice way of presenting the torn emotional landscape that is Martin's feelings about his mother.

Martin II: Because you feel guilty about everything.

If I remember correctly my partner gave me a very significant look when we were listening to this together for the first time. Martin really is uncomfortably relatable at times.

Martin I: I choose the guilt, because (...) Because it motivates me to do better!

I am beginning to feel a little uncomfortably seen here...

Martin II: It’s this, this fantasy that you have, that whatever you find at the top of the Panopticon is just going to solve everything.

Being called out by YOURSELF for your bullshit has got to smart a bit.

Martin II: I can’t tell you their names, because we don’t know them.

Hey, you literally just told us one of them is named Tim! Which one is it??

She wasn’t talking, wasn’t engaged with any of the bright and happy people. Her smile was fixed and deliberate, and it didn’t quite match her eyes. She was among this joy, yes, these sparkling friends, but she was not a part of it, not really. She tried to be, wanted so desperately to be a part of their easy warmth, and maybe they thought she was. But they hadn’t known her, not really. They hadn’t seen the empty ice that filled her, that kept her apart from them, that she desperately tried to thaw with each and every friendly face that smiled at her.

Yeah, been there, done that...

If they should stumble upon an old photograph, some half-remembered birthday party that still brings up a smile, and then see her face, sat there amongst the revellers, they will frown, just for a moment, as they try to remember her name. Then they will shrug, and forget they were even curious. They will not think to wonder about her.

It does seem like every single Lonely episode conjures up at least one scene or concept that is an absolute nightmare scenario for me. Cf. THIS SHIT!

My impression of this episode

This is a very quiet episode (does what it says on the tin, I suppose!) but also a very good one. Martin's "self-analysis" is rather poignant in parts (and perhaps hits a little close to home at times, as Martin-centric episodes apparently tend to do for me). I also find this expression of the Lonely rather fascinating (and again, personally hard-hitting), but the Martin-Martin conversation is definitely the highlight of this episode.

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“One more story!” One of the children around Xilra begged with the well known puppy dog face that all the other children mimicked immediately.

“What? Another? Isn’t it past y’all’s bed time?” Xilra hmmm looking at where the sun was still very high in the sky no where near sunset.” Oh fine but what tale or you wishing to hear? I must say I believe I’m running dry of exciting tales.”

Or at least ones she could lie and make exciting after all tell a child the truth especially on theses stories would get her In trouble with both parents and her goddess.

“What about your family? Do you have a sibling?” A little girl asks laying on her belly kicking her legs excitedly.

“Hmm well you’ve met my family already.” Xilra hums.

“Nooo like your biological family your mom and dad?”the child argued then remembered the tale she had just told.” Didn’t you just mention a brother?”

Xilra flinched she hadn’t thought that would of been anything important that they’d recall.”well I guess we have time for one more story…” Xilra sighs she would tell them the true story. No there much to young for that but maybe this will heed them a warning to be careful with strangers.

“Come on Ra! We’re gonna miss it~” called out a blonde haired boy.” Don’t make me carry you Ra!l

“Oh shut up I’m coming! Someone just happens to be double my size.” Huffs a tuckered out small child hair pulled into braided pigtails.”mama said we shouldn’t leave the house this late..” she muttered catching up to her brother who was climbing a tree that looked into the training yard.

“What ma doesn’t know won’t kill her xilra,” Blondie rolls his eyes having settled in a branched hidden from sight:

“Ginko… she always knows she just knows… ITs like Leira tells her it’s creepy…” Xilra shudders getting to the branch her brother was on.” Exactly why do you want to watch this anyway? It’s the same thing every time?”

“Cause i Wanna do it one day.” Xilra nearly fell out of the tree at that thankfully Ginko caught her.

“I think I heard you wrong.”

“You heard me right,” ginko rolls his eye and pointed out an elf with dark hair.” See him? That’s Aust Meliamne.”

“Meliamne… isn’t that the name of the witch mom said that eats children?”

“Errr well yes but look no one’s beat him yet. It’s awesome watching him fight… I wanna be like him.”

“I thought you wanted to be a Paladin?” Xilra looked at the elf curiously he was just hitting a wooden post so it wasn’t exactly exciting.” He’s cute.”

Ginko snorted,”your 5 and already you think a guys cute. Yeah I did… but I don’t know I believe in Leira but I don’t think I believe that much… mom and dads always have to be so careful of their words.” He began fidgeting with one of the leafs.

“Duh Leira is the goddess of lies obviously they watch what they say.”Xilra claimed higher in the tree to get a better view of the training yard. She didn’t really understand stand where her brother was coming from yet it’s kinda obvious you’d have to lie if you’d serve a god of lies. “Why the watch or guard though did you actually meet them or something?”

“Well.. no…” ginko looked away sheepishly.” You know it’s starting to get late.” He lies changing the subject.

“Oh I’m sure it is.”

“Oh shh it is and we gotta get a bread for tonight anyway.” Ginko cringed he knew he’d forgotten something.

As they climbed down from the tree several eyes begun watching them.

Ginko helped his sister to the ground from the tree and they headed to the closing market in a rush,” any bread?” He asks out of breath matching the baker before they locked for the night.

Xilra was lying on ground behind ginko gasping for air from running the entire way. “ little legs can’t keep up with big legs.” she wheezes dramatically,” I see the light!”

The baker just looked at the two like they grew two heads,” what on earth are you to still doing out it’s dark out. Don’t you know nights when children going missin.” They scolded them. “ I don’t have any more loafs those are gone by evening kid.” The baker thought for a moment and sighed going into the shop and getting two rolls for them.” Now get home don’t think I won’t tell yer mother!”

Ginko paled if there was ever a threat to use that was one. If his mum found out he’d be grounded for well forever. “Yes ma’am headed straight home.”

Xilra finally got off the ground rolled her eyes,” thanks ma’am! Come on Ginko.”

And home they went. Once they got to the front door though it was unlocked.

Ginko frowned that’s weird he could a sworn he’d locked it. Xilra didn’t think about it and rushed past her brother thinking their parents got home.” Xilra wait!” But it was to late as soon as the door opened they’d been grabbed by several hands. Before they could even scream something on a cloth knocked them out cold.

-:-:-::-:-:-:

“Sela I’m going check on them I’m sure their okay worse case they start a fire. We used be left alone to.” Emmet responds rolling his eyes. His sister had just messaged him to check on the kids when he passed through the town. He feels she’s just paranoid. Ginko is 12ish years old he doubted theyed be in trouble this quickly maybe high on sugar but actually it trouble well he doubted. That being said… he himself got a bad feeling now. “Dammit Sela now you got me paranoid…”

Emmet before heading to the house checked a few spots they might be in the middle of the day it would be odd for them to stay in especially on such beautiful afternoon.

Finally he heads toward the home when he notices a horrible smog of smoke.” Shit I was joking they better not of started a fire.” He pulled out a handkerchief and held over his mouth going through the smoke.” Cameilla Lazuli!”

No response.

“Cameilla Lazuli! This isn’t funny!”

Silence.

Now Emmet was worried.

He’d finally found his way through the smoke to the chard house. “Cameilla Lazuli!… where the hell are those two…”

Suddenly he was pounced from behind.

“Grrrrr.”

Emmet flipped the creature and then glared.” Kali down!”

‘Kali’ at hearing her name jumped off Emmet and barked happily one of her humans. Kali is border collie with a pretty black and white coat at least she normally is. Currently she’s covered in blood and ash. She growled again grabbing emmets arm in an attempt to drag him where she wanted.

“Calm girl calm I’m coming you know where the kids are?” Emmet says getting up removing Kali from his arm.

Kali whined and started digging in a pile of rubbish. She pulled out with her teeth two garments.

Emmet was confused what Kali was trying to tell him but picked up one of the items maybe it’ll shed some li-.

Emmet dropped the item immediately. It was Cameilla’s mask.

Horrified he picked up the other item shakily.

It was Lazuli’s mask.

Emmet was gonna be sick. While the children didn’t wear the masks all the time they still never let them leave their person. Hell Cameilla but Emmet when she was 3 when he’d picked up her mask just to get it off the floor.

To make matters worse the masks were cracked and broke and scrawled horribly was: faceless nobodies liars trickster freaks doppelgängers.

[animebixches]

MurasakibaraxReader Break Up

Warnings: Angst, slightly NSFW, blood (? idk, some ppl are sensitive)

Also! If you guys want time to write about a specific character or something specific, just ask! I promise I’ll do it to my best ability.

I can’t believe she actually broke up with me.

“Great job at practice today Atsushi! I’ve never seen you to all out before unless it’s an actual game and even still, it’s not like that.” Himuro ran up to me, giving me a soft pat on the back. I wasn’t really listening though, all I could think about was the argument between Y/N-chin. We would fight here and there, sure, mostly her yelling at me for being so lazy, but nothing snacks and cooking couldn’t fix.

She was so serious last night though. I offered her my pocky, I offered to cook…I even crushed her body against mine in a hug, begged her not to leave me. Nothing. Even now I could feel the tears coming down my face. I brushed off Himuro, despite his concerned look. I pushed my hoodie over my head and started walking towards my house…at least I thought. I spent so much time going straight to Y/N’s house after practice, I found myself walking the same path, eventually leading to her door.

I remember how many times I would walk through this door, half way acting like I owned the place. How she’d laugh and make fun of me everything I’d have to duck down so my head wouldn’t hit the doorframe.

How I’d walk her home so many times, leaning down to kiss her soft lips. How she’d pout when I pulled away too quickly and how mad she’d get whenever I’d pat her head.

Her room, how awkward I would look sitting on her bed, stuffed animals all around me. How she started getting my favorite snacks in there so I wouldn’t have to leave her side to go to the kitchen or the store.

How her small, delicate, hands would play with my hair. How she would pull my hair back in a ponytail when I asked. How she’d always force me to watch anime or some trashy reality show. I remembered her spending more time watching my reactions than actually watching the show.

When she finally told me she was ready to lose her virginity to me. How red she was when she told me, flustered and embarrassed. How small she looked underneath me, how beautiful she looked. How much I loved her. How much I love her.

No matter how much we argued, she would always just sigh, come up to me, and sigh.

“Atsushi…” And all would be forgiven. So what did I do? What did I do wrong?

I slammed my fist against the wall next to her door. I couldn’t take it, why would Y/N come into my life, knowing how much I need her? Why show me what it’s like to be happy, only to take that away?

“Atsushi?” That voice…I turned around, blood from my fist dripping onto the pavement. She searched my face with concern, before finally landing her sight on my bloody fist, suddenly dropping her backpack and running towards me.

“What happened?” She asked frantically, grabbing my hand, looked at how bad the injury really was. I gave a sad smile, answering her with silence. I wish I could stay in this moment forever. The moment with Y/N concerned for me. The moment where it’s just me and her. Forever. She gave a sigh.

“Come in, lemme clean this up.” I followed behind me happily, walking into the familiar territory, more familiar than my own home. She disappeared into the bathroom, most likely trying to find the first aid kit.

“Atsushi. You are so impulsive. Actually, you’re not. Why didn’t you just eat your damn pocky instead of taking it out on the bricks?” Her reprimands were music.

She came out of the bathroom, frustrated, pushing her (h/c) (h/t) behind her ears. Even angry, she was still so beautiful.

“Why’d you leave me Y/N-chin?” I realized this were mr first words spoken since yesterday. My voice cracked, with tears streaming down my face. Her anger melted and for a second, she looked like she wanted to take everything back.

“I already told you, we’re just too different.” She whispered, tending to my injured hand.

“No, I don’t accept that. We were happy, no?” She hesitated for a moment before giving a slow nod.

“I suppose…”

“Y/N-chin, look at me. Please.” Her (e/c) met mine. I couldn’t take it anymore. This shouldn’t be happening. We were supposed to be together forever.

I picked her up, smashing my lips against hers. Almost like routine, she melted into it instantly, wrapping her legs around my waist, hungrily kissing me back. We kissed as though we haven’t seen each other in years, our tongues, teeth, and lips clashing together.

I walked us into her room, roughly throwing her onto the bed.

“Do you really think you can leave me Y/N-chin? You’re mine.” I pushed her uniform skirt up, forcefully yanking her soaking wet panties off.

“You’re already fucking wet too, whyre you denying it? You want me just as much as I need you.” She was flushed, covering her face with her arms, refusing to look at me. I gave a smile before moving up, moving her arms, and giving her a small peck.

“I love you Y/N-chin. Please. You can’t leave.”

She gave me a small nod before agreeing.

“I love you too Atsushi. I won’t leave. I promise.”

OMG HI…do you guys want a part 2 with the nsfw part? I wanted to put it in here but I wasn’t sure if you guys wanted that or not.

ALSO! Murasakibara is so underrated, literally. Even still, he’s still a big baby and I love him so much.

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[cjsinkythoughts]

Right From Left

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 3085

Warnings: !FATWS SPOILERS!, Cursing, Zemo being a punk, Bucky getting a little scary, some feelings, Sam being his fantastic, amazing, caring for everyone self

A/N: Here it is! At long last! I’ve been waiting for this episode and it was…holy fuck. I barely have words. And I can’t start or else I’ll be ranting for pages. Anyways, I know this Part is a little on the shorter side - not by much, but it still is - and it doesn’t even cover half the episode, but I’ve had a long day and I’m tired, so I’m going to sleep. I wanted to stop before Walker entered the picture too, because then I’m just gonna get more riled up and I’m working later. I’ll probably have another part out today, and then I’ll finish it tomorrow. Unless I can finish it today. I’ll try, but no promises.

Feel free to rant to me about the episode or the show, too, guys! My friends and I have been going back and forth about it for the past few hours. I’d love to hear your thoughts! I think that’s all for now.

As always, this isn’t beta’d so please excuse any mistakes! Thank you for reading, be kind to yourself and others, enjoy this part and stay tuned!

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!SPOILERS BELOW CUT!

You were avoiding him.

When you first got to Latvia, he had pulled you aside, eyes wide and pleading. “Doll, listen-”

“I really don’t think right now is the time to have the discussion we’re about to have.” Shaking your head, you avoided his gaze, your stomach twisting into knots. It was too much for you to handle; you couldn’t focus on the mission at hand and try to unravel the emotions that were making your gut flip like a gymnast. There were too many thoughts in your head, and you needed a clear mind.

“But-”

“Once this is all done, and our lives aren’t in danger. Once we’re back home, then we can talk, okay? Just…please. Not here. Not now.”

And he dropped it. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to talk about it. You just couldn’t. You had always been a ‘leave your baggage at the door’ type of person. Don’t mix work with personal. Not like you had much “personal” anyways when you first decided that was how it should be. And then your coworkers became family and your motto got a lot harder to follow. But you still followed it. And you would continue to follow it.

But that made you start avoiding him. Whether you meant to or not, everyone noticed, but no one said anything. Sam shot you a look when you didn’t offer to go with Bucky when he had to check something out. Zemo raised an eyebrow when he came back and, instead of immediately questioning him, you sat still on the couch, eyes glancing up briefly, before going back to playing with the strings of your hoodie.

You were paying attention to their conversation, especially when Karli Morgenthau was brought up, you just didn’t join in. Not even when Zemo mentioned the Avengers, eyeing you to see your reaction.

Honestly, you were tired, physically, mentally, and emotionally. Your shoulder hurt, your brain couldn’t process what the guys were talking about, and your heart couldn’t take any more hits.

It was something you’d been thinking about…you just thought it’d come after this mission.

“She will not stop. She will escalate until you kill her…or she kills you.”

“Maybe you’re wrong Zemo. The Serum never corrupted Steve.”

For the first time since he first walked in, your eyes met Bucky’s. “Touche.” Zemo pointed at Bucky with a pastry around his finger. “But there has never been another Steve Rogers, has there?”

But you couldn’t wait until after this mission. Not when he was so connected to it. “I think I’m gonna go home.” You blurted out before Zemo and Bucky could argue further, Bucky slumping down onto the opposite side of the couch.

The moment the words left your lips, Sam and Bucky shot up, staring at you in disbelief.

“Wait, hold up. What? Now? We’re so close-”

“Why? Is it your arm? Is it hurting? You should’ve told us-”

“I’m just tired.” You cut in, shaking your head. “That’s all. I didn’t expect this to be drawn out this long when you called, Sammy.”

Bucky’s hand twitched as he hesitatingly scooted closer to you. “Doll, if this is because what happened on the jet-”

“It’s not, Buck.” You tried to give him a convincing smile, but you knew by the look in his eyes that he didn’t buy it for one second. You reached over to squeeze his hand, and when you pulled back, he held on tighter, a sigh escaping his lips as he stared down at your linked hands.

“Okay…if you wanna go home, we can get you home. Just…” His head turned back to you, a pleading pout on his features. “Just…stay. Another day. Please. You can keep avoiding me, I won’t even say another word to you if you don’t want. But stay. Just for one more day.”

Chewing on your cheek, you finally nodded slightly. “Okay. One more day.”

His eyes lit up, before his face fell again when you took your hand back and curled into the corner of the couch. “Let’s talk shop, boys.”

“Okay. So, from my understanding, Donya is like a pillar of the community, right?” Sam easily changed the topic back to the situation at hand, giving you a reassuring wink when you smiled at him gratefully. “So when I was a kid, my Tee Tee passed away.”

Bucky screwed his face up in confusion, straightening his head from where he had it leaned back. “Your - your Tee Tee?”

Sam gave him a look. “Yeah. My-my Tee Tee, yeah.”

Bucky looked at him weirdly. “Who is your Tee Tee?”

The exchange made you giggle a little bit, shaking your head. “Bucky’s a city boy from the 40’s, remember, Sammy?”

“Fine.” Sam rolled his eyes. “When I was a kid my aunt passed away.”

Bucky gave a slight huff, making you chuckle again. You stopped when he smiled over at you, but your grin didn’t leave your face. Even when they were the ones to give you a headache, your fellas were damn entertaining, that’s for sure.

With a sort-of plan in place - the gathering for Donya being no more than a theory, but the only idea you really had - you stretched out from your spot on the couch, twisting to crack your back. “Zemo.” The man stopped his rummaging through the cabinets and looked over his shoulder at you, an eyebrow raised. “Go put some clothes on. We’ve got work to do.”

He gave you an unimpressed look, opening his mouth, but Sam beat him to the punch. “Do as the lady says, man. You’re already walking on a tightrope after you shot Nagel!” Zemo waved dismissively at Sam’s exclamation, heading into a separate room to change out of his robe. “That guy is gonna drive me up the wall.”

“Don’t let him get to that pretty head of yours, Sammy.” You hummed, standing up, wincing slightly as you stretched your sore shoulder over your head.

You could tell Bucky wanted to say something, the way he snapped forwards, hands moving down his thigh like he was leaning over to reach for you, his eyes locked on your injured joint, but, just as he said earlier, he didn’t say a word. But the part that made you upset was…you didn’t stop him. You didn’t tell him it was okay for him to talk to you. You didn’t reassure him that you weren’t purposely trying to avoid him. You simply moved over to the kitchen to get something to drink.

It hurt worse than your shoulder, but you couldn’t handle it. Not then. Not with such an important part of the mission coming up. So you didn’t say anything. You just sipped your water, switching into tactic mode as your mind ran through the scenarios of what could possibly go down in the next 24 hours before you went home.

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Walking under the arch, you couldn’t help but feel saddened as Zemo told you about what the courtyard used to look like. Thanos messed the world up so much more than you realized and, as much as you hated to admit it, the Avengers did have a part in it. Not that they - you - were in the wrong, necessarily. You truly believed you did what anyone in that situation, with the skills and abilities and knowledge the team had, would do what you did. Or tried to do.

“I’m gonna take a look around upstairs.” Sam stated, looking up at the upper stories of the building, before glancing at Bucky. “See what you can find out here. And keep an eye on him.”

“I’ll come with you.” You said, turning on your heel to follow Sam. The back of Bucky’s gloved hand brushed against yours, and instinctually you turned your palm to link your fingers and squeezing. You let go quickly once you realized what you were doing, nearly tripping up the stairs to get to Sam, not daring to wait for Bucky’s reaction.

“You’re an idiot.” He stated simply as soon as you met him at the top of the stairs.

“Can we focus on finding Donya right now, please?” You grumbled, moving forwards cautiously, peeking around the corner. You frowned when you saw two guys at the end of the hallway, looking back at you and Sam warily.

“You need to hear what he has to say, cher.”

You sighed, rubbing your forehead. “I know I do. I know. But I can’t. Not right now. I’m just trying to get this over with first. I don’t want too many things on my plate. I might choke.” It already felt like you were drowning most nights.

He paused at your words, giving you a once over, before nodding. “Okay. I can respect that.”

“Thank you.” You told him earnestly. “Now let’s try to get something from these people.”

He nodded in agreement and you two continued forwards with your search. Room after room, people walked out before you could get anything from them, locking doors behind them. The Flag Smashers logo was everywhere, but you expected nothing less from a refugee camp that practically worshipped what they were doing.

Even when you did get a guy to talk to you, he immediately shut you down, leaving you and Sam dejected. The fact that the world had gotten so bad that these people couldn’t trust you and Sam - Avengers; people who used to be heroes and bring hope to others - it made your heart sink.

“C’mon, Y/N.”

“Are we wrong?”

He froze at your question, his lips pressing together. “About what, exactly?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I just…I guess I can’t tell right from left anymore. I always assumed that the Avengers were the good guys. That the actions we’ve taken in the past were us making the world a better place, but…Sokovia and Ultron. Germany and the whole civil war thing we had going on. The entire world and Thanos. We don’t truly ever win. Do we?”

“I can’t answer that for you.” Sam shook his head. “I can’t tell you what to believe or who to believe in. But I can tell you that we’ve made a difference. Steve, Nat, Tony…they made a difference.”

“But was it a good difference? Was it a change? There’s a difference between changing the world and just making it different, Sam.”

He blinked at you, nodding slowly. “Yeah. I guess you’re right. And I don’t have that answer for you either. But they tried. They did what they thought was right. No matter if it was or not. And isn’t that all we can do? Try?”

His words made you think back to the conversation you had with Bucky once he learned about John Walker, which seemed so long ago. When you told him it wasn’t Sam’s fault. That he was just trying. That he did what he thought was right. 

And maybe he was wrong. But he made a decision. It was his decision. To do the right thing. And right then, not for the first time, you could see exactly what Steve saw in the man in front of you.

“You’re a good man, Sam.”

Sam grinned, slinging an arm around your shoulders and squeezing. “And you’re an incredible person, Y/N. Let’s go see if Bucky and the Baron got anything.”

You snickered at his mocking tone towards Zemo and nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”

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You didn’t like it. You didn’t like it one bit. So far, Zemo kept proving you wrong. Even when it seemed like he was about to jump ship, he came back. No matter how many opportunities he had to escape, he never did. And it was making you even more suspicious.

You stayed out of Bucky and Sam’s conversation, although you had to agree with Sam’s point, especially with the conversation you just had.

Your thoughts were running a thousand miles a minute, only to be interrupted by Zemo information about the funeral this afternoon. Guess a snake will always be a snake.

“And you, uh, didn’t think this was important information?” You questioned, eyes narrowed and brow pinched.

He shrugged. “You have it now, don’t you, princess?”

Bucky growled at the nickname, leaning back on the couch, threatening Zemo with the Dora Milaje.

You can’t remember a time you’ve ever been scared of Bucky. Maybe a little threatened and intimidated by the Winter Soldier, but never scared of Bucky. And when he stood up after Zemo mentioned leverage, you didn’t expect anything from it; maybe another choke hold or something. So the glass hitting the wall, the clench in his jaw as he spoke gruffly to the Baron, for a mere second, he kind of frightened you. Maybe it was all the emotions you’d been through the past few weeks or maybe it was the adrenaline that seemed to be pulsing through your veins 24/7 nowadays. Whatever it was, it made you flinch, bolting up as Sam did.

You left the room quickly, hearing Sam say something about making a call, hoping to calm your racing heart.

“Doll?” You sat up from the bed you were laying on, legs hanging off the edge. Bucky stood in the doorway, nervously shifting his feet. “I know I said I’d leave you alone, but…”

You gave the bed a pat next to you and he gladly accepted the invitation, padding over to sit besides you. “I don’t want you to leave me alone, Buck. You’re my best friend. I-I just need to take it one thing at a time right now.”

He nodded. “I get it. I wasn’t…I wasn’t coming in to talk to you about that. You said we’ll talk about it later, so we’ll talk about it later.”

“I appreciate that, Bucky.” You smiled at him, before frowning. “What did you wanna talk about then? Are you okay?”

“Did I…did I scare you?”

You blinked at his question, tilting your head. “What?”

Jerking his head to the doorway he explained, “just then. With Zemo. Your heart spiked.”

“No.” You answered immediately. You would never ever admit that he kind of did scare you. It was just for a second and you knew how his brain worked; he’d beat himself up over it, go over his actions for hours instead of getting the rest he so desperately needs and deserves. He didn’t need that on his conscience right now. “I wasn’t - I just…you startled me. I wasn’t expecting that reaction-”

“I didn’t like the way he talked to you.” He spat out, glaring at his hands in his lap. “And then the smug bastard thought he was gonna get away with holding back information like that and I just…I dunno.”

His hand came off his thigh, but he hesitated. Before he could put it down again, you slipped your hand under his, linking your fingers, running your thumb in circles against his palm. “Don’t let him get to you, Buck. Don’t give him the satisfaction.”

A sigh left his lips and he nodded. “I know, I know. It’s just…hard. After everything he put me through - put us through - I…I just hate that he’s really our only option.”

You frowned, shifting on the bed to face him, one leg bending beneath you while the other still hung over. “Why are you so obsessed with catching these guys?”

“I wanna do something right.” He murmured, playing with your fingers. “I’ve done so much wrong…I just wanna do something right. And I feel...responsible for it, I guess. In a way. It’s Super Soldier Serum. I thought I was the only one after Steve…” He froze at the blonde’s mention, giving you a side-eyed glance. You nudged him, silently telling him to continue, that it was okay to talk about him. “And Sam’s right, you know. She’s just a kid. So…I dunno. I wanna help. I wanna do something right. And catching them would help. It’s right. Right?”

You nodded firmly. “I understand where they’re coming from. Karli’s just trying to help the world. But she’s doing it wrong. And that I know for absolute certainty. Which is good, I guess. I was talking to Sam early and I mentioned not knowing my right from my left recently. It’s good I know something, huh? And for you it should be easy telling your right from your left.” You joked, tracing the gold lines on his metal arm. “I guess you’re just gonna have to stay besides me to help me remember.”

Looking up, you found Bucky staring at you with something you recognized in his eyes, but didn’t want to name. “Three hours, forty two minutes and thirty one seconds.”

“What?”

“That’s how long I didn’t talk to you. It was too long.”

You sighed, ducking your head. “Bucky, I’m sorry-”

“I’m sorry. For anything and everything I’ve ever done wrong. I won’t mention the plane or anything we’ve talked about until you bring it up first. I promise. Just…just don’t ignore me anymore? I'm not sure I can handle it for much longer.”

You nodded, watching your fingertips dance along his scruffy jaw. “I won’t.” He caught your wrist, opening his mouth, before shaking his head and closing it. “What?”

He shook his head again. “Not until you bring it up.”

“We will talk, James. I promise.”

“You don’t have to explain. I get it. I really do. It’s okay. As long as we’re okay for right now, I can hold it in a bit longer.”

You nearly asked him what he was holding in, but you quickly shoved the question out of your mind, knowing it would take you down a conversation you couldn’t possibly have right then. “How long do you think we have?”

He shrugged. “I dunno. Zemo just said that it’s this afternoon. Why?”

“I started reading The Great Gatsby on the plane. I’ve got it on my phone. It kinda reminds me of you. Do you-do you think we have time to read some? Only if you want, I mean. Like we used to do in Wakanda?”

He grinned and nodded, scooting up on the bed and flopping down into the pillows. You smiled back, following his lead. Once you were comfortable, your phone out with the chapter you were on, Bucky scooted closer, laying his head on your stomach, hugging your waist. 

“Is this okay?”

Your fingers found home in his hair and you nodded when he looked up at you for an answer. “Yeah. It’s perfect, Buckaroo.”

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never needed // colby brock

A/N: so fun fact about this fic is that i came up with it last year back in november. it was around the time me and my ex best friend stopped being friends. i was really in such a rough headspace, and i think the concept shows it. i just finished writing it today and wow... i still feel this way to some extent, but not fully (thank god). also i literally cried while writing it today so there’s that. hope yall enjoy this one. i'm trying to post a bunch of fics since this coming week is my bday (the 14th). no guarantees, but i'm trying my best to put out at least six things. let me know what you think of this one. see yall later :)

prompt: colby has been ghosting you for a while, just when things were starting to get good between you two. after a week of ignoring you, he’s finally ready to talk. || fem!reader x colby brock

trigger warning: angst, cursing, heartache, crying, honestly this one is really sad so sorry about that, happy ending tho

word count: 2331

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"Are you fucking kidding me?" I groaned to myself, staring at my phone.

Colby was still ignoring me, something I had grown accustomed to this week. He had ghosted my calls and my texts. He turned his read notifications off too, so I had no clue whether or not he had even seen my messages at all.

Everything had been going great between us. We had met a couple years back and hit it off as friends right away. I always thought he was attractive, and our friendship was always really flirty; so much so that fans thought we were together. And then finally, something clicked a couple months back. I wasn't sure if it was the accidental drunken kiss we shared, or just a built up of feelings, but we finally decided that maybe we should test out an actual relationship.

We promised each other we would take it slow, both of us still heartbroken from our previous relationships and our general trust issues. But these past two months, we went into overdrive, actually taking the time to feel each other out as boyfriend and girlfriend.

And for the first time, I felt happy. Genuinely happy.

A week ago, we had even gone on a cute little date, something we had started doing regularly. We were in the middle of our conversation; I remember I laughed hard at something he said. It was loud enough that some of the patrons in the restaurant stared at us. And when he tried to shush me jokingly, a silence had fallen over us.

His face dropped suddenly, he became super serious and quiet, and then he asked if we could go home.

He told me the next day that he thought he got food poisoning and it just hit him in the restaurant. I didn't think anything of it and was fine with going home early.

But now, I wonder if he was lying.

I looked back down at my phone, reading over my messages from the past week to him.

Was I taking this too far? He could have just been busy. I don't wanna come across as clingy.

"Ugh, fuck that." I muttered out loud to myself, rolling out of my bed to get a drink.

I didn't care if I came across as clingy. I had a right to know why he was ignoring me. If it was work related, he would have told me. He had done that in the past before.

This was different, I just knew it.

Tomorrow, I planned to go over and see him. I would have done it tonight, but I knew he wasn't home. He was out with some friends at Saddle Ranch. Like a fan, I had to watch his stories on Insta, since that was the only way I knew where he was.

"Don't expect too much from him." Sam said.

I shook my head at that memory. When we got together, everyone was happy for us. But I could feel a certain tension in the room, a certain caveat that wasn't being mentioned. Later that night, Sam and I were by ourselves, and he asked me if Colby and I had really made our relationship official. I told him we hadn't gone all the way, but that we were taking it one step at a time.

"I'm happy for you guys, really. I just wonder..." His voice trailed off.

I cocked my head. "Wonder what?"

"Look, I love you both, but I don't know if Colby is really ready for a relationship. There's a lot of things he still needs to work through." He stated.

"We're not that serious." I laughed.

"Yeah, yet. If you plan to be, I just don't want you to get your heart broken because he wasn't ready." Sam admitted.

I patted his shoulder lightly, smiling. "Relax, Samuel. Everything will be fine."

"Alright. Just... don't expect too much from him, okay?" He mentioned, his eyes narrowing on mine.

That had been two months ago and... I think I should have heeded his warning.

A loud knock at my front door brought me out of my thoughts, scaring me. I grabbed a knife from my kitchen, striding over to the door. I glance through the peephole to see who was there.

Colby's face stared back.

"Y/N, it's me. Can you open the door?" He called.

I scowled at him through the peephole. "Sorry she's not home right now. Maybe you should try responding to her texts.”

“Look I'm sorry, but that's why I came over. I wanted to talk in person.” He replied.

“Damn, that’s a shame. Too bad she’s not home!” I exclaimed angrily.

“C’mon now, don’t be childish.” He remarked.

I swung the door open, holding back from yelling into my hallway. “Childish?!”

He smirked at me. “I knew that would get you to open the door.”

“You’re not funny.” I deadpanned, glaring at him.

“Can you please let me in? I seriously want to talk.” Colby responded, his eyes landing on mine.

“No, Colby. It’s one o’clock in the morning, I don’t feel like talking, and you’re drunk.” I jeered, resting my hands on my hips.

He scrunched up his face dramatically. “No, I’m not. I only had like two drinks.”

“Oh my mistake. I figured a person that randomly comes over to talk at the ass-crack of night is usually drunk,” I quipped. “Don’t you have better things to do, like be at Saddle Ranch?”

He stepped back, raising an eyebrow. “How’d you know I was at Saddle Ranch?”

I could feel my cheeks heat up. “Because… I watched your stories.”

“Nice to know you pay attention to me,” he uttered under his breath. “Please let me in.”

“No. Fuck off, Colby.” I hissed.

He rolled his eyes at my comment. “If you don’t let me in, I’m just gonna make noise out here in the hallway until you do.”

“Bet.” I huffed.

“What was your favorite movie again… ‘10 Things I Hate About You’?” He questioned, stepping back further into the hallway.

I blinked. “Yeah, so what?”

He looked up at me, giving me a devilish smile. “…You’re just too good to be true.”

My face dropped at his voice. “Colby.”

“Can’t take my eyes off of you.” He sang, pointing at me.

“Are you really-” I started.

He cut me off, running his hands down his body. “You’d be like heaven to touch.”

I hushed. “Seriously stop-”

“I wanna hold you so much.” He closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around himself.

I grunted, smacking my hand towards him. “Colby, it’s one in the morn-”

“At long last, love has arrived.” He opened his arms wide.

“Shut the fuck up!” I whisper-shouted.

“And I thank God I'm alive.” Colby praised up towards the ceiling.

I retorted. “You’re fucking embarrass-”

He spun in a circle slowly. “You're just too good to be true.”

“I knew giving you the code to my apartment was a bad idea.” I grumbled.

“Can't take my eyes off of you.” He winked, pointing at me again.

Colby took a big inhale, ready to start singing the music, but I grabbed his arm and pulled him into my apartment.

I slammed my door shut, locking it quickly. “Next time you do something like that, I’m gonna kill you.”

“That’s not very- why do you have a knife?” He motioned toward the knife sitting on my side table.

“What-? Oh, I thought you were an intruder.” I explained.

He lightly smiled, his dimples appearing. “You think an intruder would knock?”

I snapped, annoyed. “Aren’t you here to apologize?”

“Right, right,” he cleared his throat, his demeanor changing. “Y/N, I’m deeply sorry.”

“Sure.” I narrowed my eyes, walking towards my kitchen.

He followed me. “I know what I did was fucked up. I should have responded to you.”

“You completely ignored me for over a week.” I informed him, resting my back against the counter.

He nodded. “I know. I shouldn’t have done that.”

I crossed my arms uncomfortably. “…were you busy?”

“No, not really.” He divulged, dropping his head.

“So, you purposefully ignored my calls and text…” I could feel my hands shake against my arms.

“You make it sound bad-” He mumbled.

“It is that bad.” I emphasized, stopping him. “Colby, you wanna talk about being childish? That shit was childish.”

He agreed. “I know it was.”

“Obviously not since you keep joking about it.” I argued.

“I’m not trying to joke,” he protested, running his hands through his hair. “Do you wanna know the honest to God truth?”

“Of course I do.” I answered, furrowing my eyebrows.

He exhaled, glancing at me. “When we first got together, even though we were taking it slow, I was terrified to date you.”

“Terrified?” I puzzled.

He swallowed hard. “Yes. Scared shitless.”

“Why?” I questioned.

“I thought it was because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. But then… at dinner,” his voice lowered, his shoulders dropping. “I realized it was more than that.”

I shook my head, confused. “What are you ta-”

“I’m falling in love with you, Y/N.” He confessed.

His words made me step back, my breath hitching in my throat.

I choked. “What?”

“When you laughed really hard, and did that cute snort thing you do, I remember we looked at each other… and all I saw was you,” his eyes bore into mine, causing goosebumps to rise all over my skin. “No one else in that restaurant existed. And in that moment, I wanted to tell you I love you.”

I stammered out words, unable to think clearly. “S-so… you-”

“When I felt it, I knew I had to go home. Because I was just so shocked at the feeling. I haven’t felt that way for anyone in a long time.” He sighed exhaustingly, “and… I apologize that I ignored you. Every time I saw your messages, I knew I should have responded. But my body, my mind, wouldn’t let me.”

I frowned. “Because you love me?”

“Because… I’m scared to love you.” He admitted.

A heavy silence fell over the apartment. I shuddered out an exhale, not even noticing I had been holding my breath in for so long. Colby closed his eyes, twisting up his face, and turned his back to me.

“Why are you scared to love me?” I gulped, scared of his answer.

His shoulders tensed as he gripped the counter. “The last time you felt heartbroken… did it leave you feeling empty? Because that’s how I felt… for so long. It’s not even the empty feeling that bothered me. It was the fact that I knew something used to be there… and now it’s gone. I miss who I was before.”

I opened my mouth, but no words escaped.

“I have this deep, guttural feeling that you’re gonna realize I’m not worth loving, and that there is someone else out there that is, and you’re gonna leave me.” His voice trembled as he spoke, “everyone… always leaves me.”

I gasped quietly. “Colby-”

He turned back to me, his face becoming red. “I just feel like no one ever needs me, you know? Like some people only keep me around because they don’t have the heart to just tell me they don’t care anymore. Even Sam has someone else.

I consoled. “That’s not-”

“And I know it’s selfish to want everyone around me to only want me. I don’t really feel that way. I just… don’t feel like anyone really needs me as much as I need them,” his chest quaked as his breathing began to speed up. “And when you realize it too… I don’t think I can live through that fall out again. I don’t think I’m gonna survive it.”

“Wait, Col-” I murmured.

“At that dinner, I had this gut-wrenching anxiety come over me; a voice in my head that said ‘she’s gonna leave you too’ and… I’m just so sorry.” He panted, his eyes welling up.

I wrapped my arms around him tightly, pressing his body into mine as hard as I could. He buried his face into my neck, his body almost going limp against mine.

I couldn’t help my own tears spill as they landed on his shirt. “Baby, why didn’t you tell me you were feeling this way before?”

“I was ashamed. I should be stronger than this.” He fumed through his tears.

I rubbed his face lovingly. “Who said that? You are strong. Expressing your emotions is strong.”

He nodded, croaking. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. Can you forgive me?”

“Of course. How about tonight you stay over, and then in the morning, we’ll talk about this more? Okay?” I suggested, resting my hands on his forearms.

“Yeah.” He whimpered.

I smiled brokenly. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”

I lightly grasped Colby’s hand, pulling him slowly into my bedroom. He stumbled along, his head remaining down.

I sat him down on the bed and slid off his jacket, placing it on my dresser. I cupped his face, tracing his jaw with my fingers. His eyes finally landed on mine as I tilted his head up.

I leaned down and kissed his lips, resting my forehead against his.

“I’m not gonna leave you, Colby.” I stated, gazing into his eyes.

He begged in a hushed tone. “Please don’t.”

“I won’t. I promise.” I reassured, kissing his forehead.

I walked over to the other side of my bed and laid down. Colby kicked off his shoes, taking his belt off and pulling his jeans down. After getting undressed, he slid into bed with me, laying his head down softly on my chest. Wrapping his arms around me, he buried his head into my neck again, sighing against my skin. I ran my fingers through his hair, a light hum falling from his lips. I ran my other hand up and down his spine, feeling him shiver under my touch.

“We’ll be okay, Colby.” I whispered.

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The Talk - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader // ft. Bakugou’s daughter

Warnings: Crack, Fluff, Cursing, Sexual Mentions

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Summary: Katsumi has recently turned 8 and Bakugou thinks it’s time for her to receive the talk and tries to get Y/N to give it to her, however Bakugou finds himself doing the deed instead.

“Katsuki! Go!”

“No I just-“

“You have to-“

“But I don’t-“

“AH AH AH JUST GO!”

“nooOOO!!”

Bakugou and Y/N both spoke over each other saying those things until eventually Y/N pushed Bakugou into the room and barricaded the door to keep him inside. On the inside, Bakugou slammed his fist against the door demanding to be released.

“Y/N Bakugou! Open this door right now!” He screamed from the other side.

“Sure thing dAD,” she said dramatically, “after you do what you gotta do!”

“It’s DAD-DY TO YOU!” He screamed again. “LET ME OUT!”

“Suki! This was your idea!” You explained from the outside.

“Yeah but we’re a team! I thought we would be doing this together!” He said.

“Yeah well I didn’t wanna do it and since you insisted so bad that this just had to happen, you can do the deed!” You argued from the other side of the door.

“Y/N! You can’t keep me in here with that..that DEMON!” He screamed.

“Daddy?” Bakugou flinched as he quickly turned around with his back pressed against the door. He shook in fear as his smile trembled and his eye twitched as he looked at that thing on the floor. It was sitting in the chair holding a cup of hibiscuses tea while it wore a pink boa and tiara. It had an orange boa ready to go with an extra tiara on the other seat for the tea party that was currently happening in the girly princess styled bedroom.

“Yes princess?” He said to his eight year old daughter as she looked at him with a waiting stare. And yes we referred to her as ‘it’ before.

“You said you would join me for my tea party to give me the talk about something. What was it?” Katsumi said. Bakugou gulped in fear as he watched his daughter gesture to the empty seat. Bakugou slowly walked to the tiny chair and sat as his knees scrunched up to his chest. He cleared his throat as he put on the boa and tiara and looked around to see he was seated next to Mr. HoneyBear and Madam Unicorn. Katsumi poured him a cup of tea and he picked up the tiny ceramic, that was much too small for his large hands, until he heard his daughter clear her throat.

“Ehem,” she said. Bakugou stared and watched as she picked up her cup and stuck out her pinkie. His mouth formed an ‘o’ as he mimicked her actions and carefully took a sip. He placed the cup down as he placed his hands on his knees, making a small rhythm as he was nervous and didn’t know how to begin.

“Okay daddy! What did you wanna tell me?” She squealed. Bakugou looked around in nervousness. He didn’t even know how to begin the talk.

“Okay! Um...well. You see Katsumi..you are old enough to finally know where...umm...how...eh,” Bakugou stumbled over his words until Y/N poked her head in to help.

“Where babies come from,” she whispered and then shut the door again. Bakugou growled as he looked at the door.

“If you’re so good at this why don’t you come in here?!” He whispered yelled.

“Because you’re the one that wanted this to happen!” She whispered yelled back through the door.

“Coward!” Bakugou seethed. Y/N then opened the door again to give her two cents.

“Nice boa and tiara, PRinCeSS,” you teased. Bakugou threw one of the cookies on the plate at the door and it was going to hit you but you shut it before it could. Bakugou settled in his seat and tossed his boa to wrap around his neck and readjusted his tiara.

“Right Katsumi, it’s time for you to know where babies come from,” he explained to the eight year old. She stared at him with a raised brow as she sipped from her cup.

“You and Mommy already told me, remember? You guys said the storks bring down the babies!” She explained. Bakugou cringed at the memory of the time he almost slipped up and practically explained sex to his daughter when she was only 5. Luckily, Y/N saved his ass with the stork story.

“Right, but the storks just bring the babies..they don’t...create them,” he said.

“Oh! So then who creates them?” She innocently asked with the same doe eyes her mother had. Bakugou bit his lip in nervousness as he began to tremble again.

“Well you see...when two people..um, love each other..very....much....they Umm...at a certain time they’ll...” Katsumi began to get a little bored and yawned. Katsuki watched and just decided to rip the band-aid right off. He slammed his hands on his thighs as he spoke.

“You know what! Forget this! Katsumi! When a man loves a women, they’ll....” Bakugou trailed off as he realized exactly what he had to say. He stood up and put himself in the corner as he sat on the ground with his knees crunched up to his chest again.

“Daddy, just tell me! I’m getting bored and the tea is getting cold!” Katsumi whined. Bakugou sighed out as he returned to his seat.

“Katsumi, listen,” he exhaled before he began, “a man has this thing called a penis,” he cringed at his words, “and you know that a woman, like yourself, has a what?”

“A vagina. You and Mommy taught me the big girl words so that if something bad were to happen, I can properly explain and get help without confusing anyone. It’s part of my no-no square.” She said while casually messing with her toys.

“Right..and uh...your no-no square can only be touched by...uhm...your doctors with permission and..uh, in the far future, the one you love.” He explained.

“Like you and Mommy?” She asked.

“Uh..no..well..not really. Only in certain cases but you can trust that me and Mommy will never hurt you,” Bakugou said.

“I trust that! But what do you mean ‘love’ then?” Katsumi once again questioned.

“Well..love..as in like a boyfriend or a husband-“

“Or a prince?” Katsumi excitedly asked.

“....uh..sure?” Bakugou said, “but eventually..you and your...prince, OR PRINCESS OR ROYAL MAJESTY.. whatever you’re into, will eventually want to experience...something called..uh..sexual interco-“

*DING!*

“Whats that?” Bakugou asked as he pointed towards the timer.

“My brownies are ready!” Katsumi said and excitedly got up to get her desserts. Bakugou raised his brow in question as he didn’t realize his daughter could bake.

“Brownies?” He questioned.

“Mhm! I made them in my easy bake oven!” She said as she brought the tiny tray containing six mini brownies over to the table. “Try one!”

Bakugou looked at the tray and saw burnt pieces and he’s pretty sure he saw a bubble on one of the slimy brownies pop. He silently and subtly gagged but covered it up with a cough. He cleared his throat before he used a shaky hand to pick one up.

“And what’s the number we use to call in emergencies?” Bakugou asked.

“1-1-0,” Katsumi said.

“Good girl,” he said and took a small bite into the brownie. He chewed and bit into some hard, crunchy pieces but felt something else running down his throat. “Umm..Katsumi, Princess-“

“You like it? I tried really hard because I know you’re a great chef Daddy!” She happily explained. Bakugou couldn’t hate on his little girl’s brownies so he just had to ask a few questions.

“They’re Umm..delicious! A little burnt but it’s still very....very...good? But uh..what did you put in these?” He cautiously asked as he continued to chew.

“Brownie batter, duh, and sequence, rhinestones, and just a pinch of glitter!”

“HAH!” Y/N laughed from the other side of the door.

In the middle of Katsumi’s explanation, Bakugou swallowed the piece of brownie and began choking, he tried to get his cup of tea to wash it down but it was too tiny to do any good. Katsumi just watched in confusion as her father choked and sat down as she sipped her own cup of tea with a confused and almost sarcastic face. Bakugou lifted the tea pot and attempted to drink out of it but saw it was empty. He ran to his daughter’s door and tried to open it but Y/N still had it blocked. He blasted it open with his quirk and Katsumi just laughed at the scene with her hand covering her mouth and Y/N stood infront of the doorway in shock.

“Katsuki!” She yelled at her husband for breaking the door but he only ran down to the kitchen sink and turned on the faucet as he jugged down the flow of water. He finally stopped choking and after he finished his symphony of coughs, he flopped onto the couch.

Back with Y/N and Katsumi:

“Hang on love, just enjoy your tea and then wait here. Mommy will be right back.” Y/N said and then ran downstairs. She found her husband face down on the couch and laughed at him.

“Umm.. Katsuki..are you, pfft..okay?” You laughed out. Bakugou just poked his head up to glare at his wife and flopped his head back down on the couch.

“She can wait a few years for the talk. I’m pretty sure the universe just gave me a big fat fucking hint at that.” He grumbled into the couch.

“Hehe..I told you so~” Y/N said in a sing-songy voice.

“I tOLd YoU sOoo- SHUT UP!” Bakugou complained. Y/N just continued to laugh at her husband’s whine and just rubbed at his back to comfort his pain.

—

After cleaning up the mess Katsuki made at Katsumi’s door and helping her daughter wash up, Y/N finally put Katsumi to bed and met her husband down stairs. He was still on the couch but this time he was sitting while watching some random channel on TV. He noticed Y/N and opened up his arms for her. Y/N joined him on the couch but laughed a little as she cuddled into his side.

“Umm..Suki?”

“Yes love?”

“When are you gonna take off that boa and tiara?”

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Is This On?

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Muggle things weren’t that complicated. If Potter could master them, then so could Draco. Refrigerators were a godsend and whoever invented the telly was a genius. He had figured out the function of a light bulb instantly, it was the electricity itself that he still hadn’t fully grasped. Where did it come from? How did it know when to work? Some things, however, didn’t make any sense no matter how many times it was explained to him.

The internet.

Draco didn’t understand where it began, where it was located or how it worked. All he knew was that he could ask questions to the phone Harry gave him and it would answer back. Sometimes the lady trapped in the phone would send him to the internet to provide information or other times to a little telly inside the phone too.

Which led him to his current predicament.

Harry sometimes used the internet to talk to Granger. There was a little camera on the computer. At least that’s what Harry said but hadn’t really ever showed him much more than that. Could he use it to talk to Harry?

Draco poked the little camera several times, trying to get it to work. He typed in the password that Harry wrote down hoping that would help. When he was met with a photo of the two of them, he tried not to be endeared. Potter would be such a sentimental sap.

“How does this work?” Draco muttered to himself as he stared at the little icons. He couldn’t remember the steps Harry had taken to talk to Granger. Would it even work if he had remembered? He didn’t want to talk to Granger, he wanted to talk to Harry.

“Internet show me Harry.”

Nothing happened.

Draco huffed. It had been a long shot anyway. Reluctantly, Draco pulled out his phone and hit the button that brought out the lady inside. “How do I call on the internet?”

She repeated his question to him as if that was going to help somehow before he was brought to a list of options.

“Skype.” Draco wrinkled his nose. That didn’t sound familiar. He set his phone down and opened the same icon on the computer that his phone had brought him to and typed in Skype.

The first thing that popped up was a little telly. Harry called them videos, but Draco liked that they were little tellies and didn’t care what Harry said. The little telly was boring and showed him too many steps to follow. What drew his attention were more little tellies that he could select from. Some were about Skype too, but others were about all kinds of things.

Make-up. Music. Food. Books. Sports.

There were too many to choose from. So he watched several different little tellies. A lot of them were boring and he ended up either leaving for another one or skipping to the good stuff. Some people weren’t the actors that they thought they were. Honestly, where was the charisma? The charm? He could do it much better.

Draco paused, thumb over the mouse as he thought about it.

He could do it better than most of the people in the little tellies. He had the charisma that they didn’t, he had the charm, the looks, the better smile. And his life was much more interesting than these people. Those with boring lives shouldn’t talk for an hour unless their aim was to put people to sleep. Oh, that was another thought. Were there little tellies to fall asleep? There were little tellies for everything. He rather liked the internet, even if it made no sense.

Draco watched a few more little tellies before he figured he knew enough to do it too. It wouldn’t let him make a little telly until he created an account, which he thought was kind of rude, but it was their rules. A lot of people didn’t use their real name, so he chose not to either. It took him longer than he wanted to find something that suited him.

Slytherin’s Heir.

Finding out that Harry and his idiot friends thought that he had been Slytherin’s Heir had been flattering. Oh, they hadn’t thought that, but they didn’t realize the kind of compliment it had been. What he wouldn’t have given to be Slytherin’s Heir. That kind of power and social status would have made him untouchable.

With his name chosen, it wanted a photo, but Draco didn’t have any photos of him on Harry’s computer. So he didn’t do anything, let the internet do a blank one. Draco’s foot tapped a few times as he realized his account was complete. Now all he had to do was make a little telly.

It took a few times to find the right succession of buttons to find the live option. He didn’t really understand what being live meant, but he did know that meant that he didn’t have to have a little telly already made, that he could create one right there.

“Is this on?” Draco asked, lips pursed as he poked the camera. “I’m not really sure if this is working. Honestly, I was trying to talk to Harry when I decided to make a little telly. Harry’s my boyfriend. Hi Harry.”

Draco waved at the camera with a small smile. He wished he could see Harry’s face.

“Harry’s actually mad at me right now. He’s an annoying prat who likes to think he’s right all the time.” Draco paused; one side of his face scrunched as the thought about what Harry’s reaction would be to his little telly.

“Maybe mad is an exaggeration,” Draco sighed, one hand pushing through his hair. He hadn’t slicked it back in a few days, too out of sorts to feel up to it. His hair fell into his eyes which was an annoying reminder of why he liked his hair slicked in the first place. “He’s more disappointed.”

Draco grimaced as he remembered the last time he had seen Harry.

“He loves me,” Draco whispered, hating that his cheeks were warm. “He says it all the time. At least he used to.”

A long-suffering sigh escaped as he slumped in the chair with wheels that Harry insisted on using even though Draco thought it was a safety concern.

“When I say all the time, I do mean all the time,” Draco grinned. “He didn’t hear that growing up at all and I think he says it so much because he’s trying to make up for lost time. I don’t mind. I like hearing it. Makes me melt a little bit to know that he loves me so much.”

Draco frowned, sitting up straighter.

“You better not tell him that though. That’s embarrassing.” He waved a finger at the camera in what he hoped was a threatening manner.

“I didn’t hear I love you growing up either. It was rare to hear my parents say anything even hinting at love. But the thing is, I’ve always known they loved me. I could see it in the things they did. When my father would show me a new spell or help me with my hand movements. My mother would bring home my favourite sweets whenever she went out. They would stay up later than was presentable with me and listen to the radio.”

The smile on his face was bittersweet. As much as he knew that his parents loved him, it would have been nice to hear it more than they did.

“I guess I picked up their habit,” Draco winced. “I tell Harry I love him… sometimes. I try to tell him more, but the words don’t come easy to me. My parents knew I loved them, and they certainly didn’t need me to say it. But I try to show Harry too!”

Draco’s hands had begun to move in the beginning but were now thrown in the air.

“I make sure whenever he’s on a case to keep his plants watered, even if the one Neville gave him has it out for me and tries to kill me. When he’s having a bad day I make sure his duvet smells like mint because I know he’s going to collapse on our bed and not move for longer than is healthy and for some reason mint is his favourite smell. I don’t really know how to cook that well but the lady in my phone helps me order from Harry’s favourite restaurant and I do that when he’s feeling sad and sometimes when he’s really happy too.”

Draco’s lips turned downward the longer he talked. It bothered him that Harry couldn’t see that he was loved.

“I’m not a people person but I willingly go with him on what he calls adventures around London. Adventure is accurate because wherever Harry goes, trouble follows. Last month we had to run from people with sticks on horses. Harry said they were the law, but I feel like if you were lawmen then you should dress better but that’s beside the point. Then there was this one time we got kicked out of a library. That was more my fault, but Harry was the one who didn’t tell me that the books didn’t talk or yell. Who wants to go to a library with silent books? That’s like going to a gallery where the paintings don’t talk. What’s the point?”

Muggles were weird, honestly. There were a lot of things they did that were smart, and he wished that Wizards would adopt too. But a large amount of what Muggles did was boring. They lived boring lives and he felt bad that they didn’t have Magic to spice it up.

“I try to show with actions how much he means to me, and I thought I was doing a good job at it, but I guess not.” His eyes closed as he remembered the hurt expression on Harrys’ face.

“He told me he wished I would tell him I loved him more. I told him there was no point. Which in hindsight, I’ll admit was a mistake. I don’t take it back, mind you. But I wish I had explained better before he left. I meant there was no point in saying it more if I could tell him through actions. Which I have been doing since I realized I loved him. I thought he knew. I thought he could see how much I love him.”

Draco swallowed around a lump in his throat. He wasn’t worried about their relationship, not really. Harry sometimes needed a few days to cool down when they argued. Only usually, it was anger that was the parting goodbye and not a heartbreaking sadness.

He looked back to the camera, hating that his eyes were wet.

“I love him, so much. I could talk about all the things he does for me that I love. Like the way he looks at me, the way he makes me feel loved and whole. The way he holds my hand too tight, like he thinks I’ll pull away. As if I ever would. Or the way I feel like I’m high on liquid luck whenever we’re together. But those are selfish to point out. I don’t want to talk about me when I bring up what I love about him. That’s conceited.

“I love the way he throws a fist in the air when he gets an answer on the telly right. I love his stupid hair that has to be sentient at this point, never lying flat. I love the softness in his eyes when he’s happy, the way they shine so brightly. Almost as bright as his smile. I love how kind he is. I know I give him shit for that, which I should, but there’s a goodness to him that isn’t common anymore, and I love that. I love how much he cares about other people.

“I love how hard he works—puts every ounce of himself into whatever he’s working on no matter how big or small. I love how smart he is, even if he doesn’t see it himself. He thinks of the world in ways that others don’t—a genius to him that fascinates me. I love how much he loves. He loves with everything that he has. He loves people in general. Wants to see the best in them, has a faith that never wavers. His friends are his family, his family is his world and the love he has for all of them is another extension of himself that is everlasting.”

Draco blinked through the wetness as he sniffled.

“I’m honoured to be part of that love. To know that he could care about me a fraction of what he feels for others is overwhelming. I know he loves me; Merlin knows that I do. How could I not? He doesn’t just say it, he shows it. And I just wish that he knew how much I loved him too. I know I don’t say it enough, and I try, I do, but I had hoped that he could see it. Maybe that’s my fault. Maybe I didn’t show it enough, maybe I didn’t try harder. Maybe I should have done more.”

Draco wiped at his cheeks hating that he let his emotions get the best of him. Especially on his first little telly!

“What hurts the most is that I don’t know how else I could have showed him,” Draco laughed bitterly. “I really don’t. I give so much of myself to Harry, perhaps that’s not healthy, but it’s true. I love him so bloody much and I hate that he doesn’t see that, that he doesn’t know. How could I not love him? Harry, how could you not know that I love you?

“I love you…”

Draco took a deep breath, wishing it wasn’t as shaky as it was as he twirled in the chair. That had to be the reason Muggles had such dangerous chairs, so they could twirl.

“My first little telly wasn’t supposed to go like this,” Draco smiled wryly as he placed his chin on his palm. “I was supposed to charm you all with my good looks and witty personality. And what did I do? Cry over my relationship issues. Like anyone wants to see that. Maybe I’ll tell you the story of how Harry and I fell in love next time. Or maybe the first time we met. Something happier than my tears. Pansy always said I’m an ugly crier—the jealous bitch—so no sad topics next time, I promise.”

Draco leaned forward; lips pursed as he tried to figure out how to turn it off.

“I’m not sure anyone is going to see this. Maybe that’s for the best. I just know I look like a cross between Doxy droppings and Weasley on a good day. I hope you all are having a better day than I am. I’m going to go as soon as I shut this off.”

Draco frowned, clicking a few buttons before he gave up and shut down the whole computer. The simplest solutions were for the best. He spun in the chair one more time facing the rest of their flat, wishing not for the first time that Harry hadn’t taken his happiness when he left.

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Watching his little telly back was a painful experience. His charm and charisma were there, but it didn’t look as polished as some of the other little tellies he had seen. He’d just have to keep trying.

Draco was about to start a new one when he noticed that there were a lot more numbers than there should have been at the bottom. It had been two days since he had made it, and he expected there to only be his replay.

Not the 819,543 that stared at him. And every passing minute the number grew by the tens of thousands.

Draco double checked that he was on his little telly and not someone else’s before he covered his mouth. Did that many people see him cry? Merlin, what did he do? While the thought was horrifying, what truly scared him was that there were comments.

There were comments.

Oh no.

Draco groaned, already blaming all of this on Harry. And the internet, the internet could take the blame too. With one eye closed, he scrolled down.

NamelessHope 1 day ago Anyone else find this endearing? He’s like an old grandma that doesn’t know how the internet works.

Sorrymum 5 hours ago He’s so cute. Why can’t you be single?

Michael the Sexual Taco 2 minutes ago His partner is trash. It’s so obvious he’s in love. How could Harry not see it?

Bleach 2 days ago First!!!

CubesAreTriangles 13 hours ago Go bottom go!

Potatoes for Life 7 hours ago Nooooo don’t cry! If you cry I’m going to cry

Draco squinted at the comments. Why were Muggles so fucking weird? And what did they mean bottom? Did people just assume things like that? He liked to fuck and be fucked, thank you very much.

Meaty Meat 10 minutes ago Y r u gay

Draco snorted. Okay, maybe Muggles were entertaining.

Casey J 1 day ago I can’t tell if you’re just ranting or want advise. If it’s the former, then ignore me. But maybe Harry does know you love him. I think it’s obvious that you do, so he must know that. Maybe he needs it said too.

Randy Rants 8 hours ago You need couples therapy not the internet

ParsleySnips 2 days ago I totally cried

Pearl’s Pearly Pearls 2 days ago I want to be loved like you love Harry.

SwiperNoSwiping 1 hour ago If you two don’t break up you should do another video with him.

Draco scowled. They weren’t going to break up. A touch of hesitancy filled him at the thought. It had been 6 days since he last saw Harry. Not their worst fight, and he would’ve tried to find Harry and talk to him if it had been completely silent. But Harry sent a Patronus every morning that nuzzled him awake. The Patronus didn’t speak a message but the love he could feel was a message all on its own.

Karla S 1 day ago Am I the only one who caught that he said spell? Is your father a devil worshiper?

Gigi’s my Daddy 2 days ago Little tellies. That’s so cute. That should be our fandom name when you blow up.

Gay4You 20 hours ago I’ve never been invested in someone else’s love life this much. If you and Harry don’t make up I’m going to riot.

Draco looked through several more comments before he pushed away from the computer. There were a few rude ones and a lot more supportive ones, but all of it made him nervous. He didn’t like that so many people knew about his feelings. It was his own fault for making the little telly, but he didn’t think anyone was going to see it!

Part of him was panicking. He could delete it, probably, if he asked the lady in his phone how. But did he want to? Draco bit his lip, unsure what to do. If he deleted it, all those people who saw it would still remember it, so he’d only be stopping new people from viewing it.

Before he could go over the pros and cons of either option, the front door slammed open, causing him to yelp and jump out of the chair.

Hands raised, Draco glared at Harry, who was staring at him intently, chest moving rapidly.

“What is wrong with you?” Draco sneered. “I nearly came out of my skin. If you’re trying to kill me, you almost succeeded. Merlin don’t do that a—”

Draco cut off when Harry marched toward him, eyes still intense. His mouth was still open, ready so say something, but nothing came out when warm hands cupped his cheeks.

“Draco, I’ve always known you loved me.”

Oh no.

He closed his eyes tightly. Harry watched his little telly. How? Why?

“Hey,” Harry whispered, thumbs moving in a gentle caress. “Look at me.”

Draco shook his head. He didn’t want to.

“I’m sorry.”

That had his eyes opening before they widened. “What?”

“We’re so different,” Harry began with a wry chuckle. “Everything about us is different. And for some reason I forgot that. I assumed that our love language was the same. But the beautiful thing about languages is how different they are. I expected yours to be the same as mine and I was wrong.”

“What do you mean?” Draco hated that his voice wavered.

“You’re right, I do say I love you a lot.”

“It’s not a bad thing,” Draco hurried to explain. “I didn’t mean it to sound—”

“I know,” Harry shushed him, a thumb placed over his bottom lip. “I say it because I don’t want you to forget that I love you.”

Draco shook his head, wanting to tell Harry that he could never forget. How could he? But he didn’t want to interrupt.

“When I was little, I didn’t just want to be loved by my relatives, I wanted to love them too. But they hated me, and the feeling was mutual. I wanted to love someone just as much as I wanted to be loved. And I guess I say it so much as a reminder to never forget that. I love you, Draco and I can’t help but say it over and over again.”

“I know,” Draco parroted as he pressed a kiss to the thumb still over his lip. “I love that you say it so much. I don’t want you to stop. Lately, you’ve been saying it less.”

Harry’s eyes closed briefly. “I’m sorry. You don’t always say it back and that hurts. I thought you didn’t want me to say it. I thought—”

“No,” Draco shook his head again, this time more violently. “Please no. I’m sorry. I want to say it more, and I promise I’ll try but please don’t stop saying it if I can’t.”

Harry shushed him again and if he wasn’t so close to crying, he’d probably have hexed Harry for treating him like a scared child.

“You do show me that you love me,” Harry said, eyes soft and full of the love that Draco wasn’t sure he could live without. “All the time and that’s your love language. You show me through actions, and I needed the reminder.”

“I want to give you the love you deserve,” Draco whispered, blinking rapidly, willing himself not to cry. “You deserve to hear it just as much as you give it. And I’m sorry I don’t do that.”

“I don’t need it,” Harry argued, eyes narrowed. “And don’t you dare presume to know what I deserve. I get to decide that, and I’ve already given you my heart. So it’s up to you to keep it safe.”

Draco inhaled sharply. Harry’s love was special. “I want to love you vocally too. I want to love you the way you love me.”

“The way you love me is exactly what I need.”

Draco’s nose wrinkled. “I feel like you’re settling.”

“Not your decision.”

“Harry—”

“Draco,” Harry began, flicking him in the forehead. “If you want to say it more, I won’t object. I’m just telling you that I don’t need it like I thought I did. We’re in love and it doesn’t matter how different we show it. The love is still there.”

“Okay,” Draco sniffled, wiping his nose on Harry’s shoulder when he was pulled into a strong embrace. After days of no contact, he basked in their combined warmth. A feeling he had missed more than he thought possible.

Draco turned his head, mouth near Harry’s ear as he whispered,

“I love you.”

If Harry held on tighter, and Draco felt a wetness on his neck, well that was no one else’s business.

~Fin

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Short Extra

“Hi little tellies!” Draco waved at their new camera, one that Harry now manned, taking in Draco’s new hobby in stride.

“I had planned an intro like all the rest of them do but that’s so boring. Over here we’re better than everyone else. So I said fuck it and tossed it away. Let’s just get to the good stuff. You’ll never guess what Harry did yesterday. It was so embarrassing.”

“Do you have to embarrass me to so many people?”

Draco grinned, nose scrunching at Harry’s glare. He knew his followers wanted to see Harry, but Harry didn’t want to be in the little tellies like that. Plus, Draco kind of liked that it was just him.

“What do you mean?” Draco blinked, adopting an innocent expression that had stopped working on Dobby when he was three. “I’m just telling my friends.”

“Yeah,” Harry snorted, eyes on the subscriber count that was rapidly increasing. “All 3 million of them.”

It still blew his mind that so many people wanted to hear him talk about his life. He had known from the beginning that he could pull it off. Had always known he had more charm than everyone else on the internet. His little tellies were clearly superior.

And to think it all stemmed from his love of Harry.

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