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honeypirate · 3 years

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His First Kiss

Shouji Mezou x Fem!Reader

Last year of UA

Inspired by my love for this multi-armed boy and the fact that I once fell down in the snow like eight times in one afternoon.

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You were walking from the dorms to the school when your foot slipped in the ice, sending you to your knees. Your tights were ripped but you didnt really care, you were notorious for falling down in the ice and snow and you didnt really mind. You picked yourself back up and dusted off your knees, the wet ice in your tights making your shiver before you finished your walk to the school. Unaware of the eyes on you who were worried until they saw you get up with a smile and continue your walk.

You were running a little late to training, had an issue with your new hero suit you got and ended up taking a while to get it figured out. You were sprinting from the school to training ground beta when you slipped again in the melting snow on the hill you tried to run down. You ended up sliding on your butt all the way to the bottom, laughing the whole way. The same boy caught that fall too, smiling under his mask at the cute sound of your laugh. After training you convince the other girls to sled down the hill on your butts or feet, laughing when Kirishima, Kaminari, and Deku joined you, leading to an impromptu snowball fight, his covered cheeks blushing when you used him to hide from everyone else, his other arms automatically moving to keep you inconspicuous as you waited for Mina to turn before you popped out and shoved a snowball down the back of her shirt. Screaming laughing you grabbed his hand and took off running away from Mina.

After your fun in the snow, your fingers and lips were blue, you felt the cold in your bones and knew you wouldn’t warm up until the next day. He walked next to you as you all walked back to the school, thinking that your red nose and cheeks were so adorable.

After a really hot shower in the school girls locker room you tuck your wet hair under your beanie so it won't freeze when you go outside again. You want to head to the convenience store by the school and already got approval to do so by Aizawa on the condition you go with another student who also asked to go, Shouji.

You were looking up at the clouds because they started to dump out more snow so you didn't notice when you were in the same place you slipped earlier, this time your foot hits the ice and you fall in slow motion, down to your back, catching yourself on your elbows. You chuckle and then sigh, just accepting your fate and deciding to watch the snow fall for a few more moments. The same boy looking out his bedroom window when he saw you fall again, in the same place. He would have gone down if you hadn’t gotten up laughing, he was so curious about you.

You change into a pair of black skinny jeans and a black long sleeve shirt, you make a mental note to pick up a sweatshirt at the store so you wouldn't have to wear your bulky coat anymore, before slipping on your vans. You empty your backpack and put your wallet inside before putting it over your shoulders again, before heading down stairs to wait from Shouji.

“Ready?” he asks and you beam up at the large man, you would be lying if you said you weren’t looking forward to this, he was your crush after all. “Ready!” he nods and opens the door for you, not even realizing you weren't wearing something warmer.

You made it to the store with no incidents, easy conversation flowing between you both. “Do you want to shop together or meet up in 30 minutes? Personally, I would like to shop together. But it’s up to you Shouji” you say as you grab a basket, his cheeks flushing under his mask “together” he says and you smile up at him again, a smile that makes his heart skip.

“What’s your favorite kind of breakfast?” you ask as you turn down the cereal aisle. “My mom used to make very traditional breakfasts growing up but i’m really fond of trix cereal or oatmeal” he says and you chuckle “I like to add egg whites to my oatmeal and flax seed, it’s actually” you huff as you try and reach for your favorite cereal, one that you just snack on and keep in your room, but you couldn't reach the last box in the very back, Shouji smiles at your cute attempt, it looked like you were trying to force your arms to lengthen. “Actually pretty good, with a little maple syrup and almond milk, delicious” he walks over to you and reaches up, easily grabbing the box “maybe you could make me some one day” he says, avoiding your eyes shyly.

“Thank you” you say and place your hand on his closest arm “name the morning Shouji and it’s a date” you smile and his heart flips. His arm was incredibly warm under your touch, warming your fingers through his hoodie. He frowns under his mask when you drop your hand and continue walking down the aisle. “Tomorrow?” he asks and you grin, grabbing a can of oats, “tomorrow it is”

You place your bags in your backpack, putting his in there as well before he can object as he’s paying, when he notices your bag is already on your back again, a smile and blushing cheeks meeting his questioning eyes as he notices his bags are gone. You're halfway back to the school when you realize you forgot a hoodie, your skin finally feeling too cold to handle but it was too late now. You talked a little slower and more controlled so he wouldn't notice your teeth chattering.

You enter the schools gates laughing at one of his stories about kaminari when your foot slips on ice again, the semi melted snow from the morning now frozen under the fresher snow from the day. You almost think you’re done for until his arms are around you, holding you steady. “What is this, the fourth time today?” your cheeks flush “sixth actually” you admit and he shakes his head with a laugh. “I only saw three” he says and you feel your stomach drop in embarrassment. “Sorry you had to witness my clutzyness” he laughs “i admire how you can pop back up with a smile after falling so many times” you shrug in the embrace of four of his arms “most of life isn’t a big deal, it doesn't stop my happiness” you look up into his eyes, your (e/c) ones shining in the twilight of the sunset behind clouds, he’d kiss you if he could.

As you begin to pull away you shiver in his embrace, your teeth chattering as it happens. That’s when he notices you only have on one layer, the cold that was still in your bones from that afternoon seeping into his fingertips from you. “You’re freezing, why aren't you wearing a coat?” he asks and you chuckle “I meant to buy a hoodie today but I forgot. I don't like how bulky my coat is” his arms fall away from you and he swiftly pulls his six armed hoodie off and hands it to you.

“Are you sure?” you ask and he nods, readjusting his mask. You hand him your backpack and he puts it over one of his shoulders. You slip on his tan hoodie and smile as your head pops through. The smell of musk and bergamot fills your nose as you bury it in the neck, you put your arms through the top arm holes and then you shove the other four sleeves inside the hoodie before you look up meeting his eyes. “Thank you Shouji” you whisper, the sound of snow hitting the ground faintly is barely heard over the sound of your beating heart in your ears.

Shouji knew giving it to you was the right decision but a tiny part of him regrets it because now he knows just how gorgeous you looked in his clothes. “You smell amazing by the way” you say as you start walking again. He doesnt know what to say back, his mind blank, head empty other than the fact that you think he! smells! Good! “It’s 1 million lucky” he says in a panic, thinking he was taking too long to respond so he just said the first thing he thought, which was the name of his cologne. “has it brought you any luck?” you ask and he looks over at you, your eyes on the ground in front of you so you don't slip. “Yes. it has” you look over and meet his eye “1 million?” you ask with an amused smirk “at least 1 million, if not more” you laugh “That’s good. I think it’s working for me too. I feel really lucky tonight” you turn your attention back to the sidewalk again, not noticing yourself stray further from your path and closer to him until the back of your fingers brush the backs of his. Your cheeks flush as you move your hand, but decide not to move away from him.

He overthought way too much for his own good, he wanted to grab your hand and hold it but you couldn't find the guts. When you get back to the dorms he opens the door for you again and you smile warmly up at him as you brush past him. You help each other put away your snacks in your cupboards, you shove your cereal back in your backpack. “Do you want some tea?” he asks and you nod “so much yes” he chuckles “go sit on one of the couches and i’ll make us some.

You sit in the middle and pull your feet up, sliding the hoodie around your legs as well as you lean your head back, staring at the ceiling as you wait. Smiling at how nice your evening has been you realize that even the dorms lounge was empty, you couldn't doubt the power of the 1 million lucky cologne.

He hands you a cup of tea and then sits beside you on your left. “Thank you Shouji, this is just what i needed” you take a sip and then just sit with your knees pulled up and your tea warming your hands. You turn your body after a moment to face him more “feel free to not answer this if it’s too personal” you say as you watch one of his hand mouths sip his tea “do you ever eat, drink, whatever, with your mouth mouth?” you say and to make sure he knew what you meant you run your thumb across the edge of his mask against his cheek.

“Sometimes when i’m alone in my room. It’s just a habit by now to not” you nod and then take another sip, the hot liquid warming your tummy. “How about kissing?” you ask and he chuckles, not a new question to him “I uh, I don't know actually. Never had a girl who wanted to kiss me” he says confidentently, not really minding the fact. “No kissing your hand mouth or over the mask or under? That's so shocking to me” he turns his body towards you, his arms coming up to rest against the back of the couch next to you “why is that shocking?” he asks and you smile, looking down into your half empty mug with a blush rising up your neck “because” you whisper and he cocks his head “because?” you finish your tea in once swallow and then set the mug on the side table before you meet his eyes again “because Shouji, you are incredibly handsome, intelligent, strong, kind. I can’t understand how there hasn't been someone you want to kiss” he chuckles, setting his cup next to yours “I said I never had a girl who wanted to kiss me. Not that Inhaven't wanted to kiss a girl” he looks at you so pointedly you feel like he means you “i’m a girl though” you whisper and he cocks his head “and you want to kiss me?” he whispers back and instead of answering you lean slowly forward, pressing your lips to his cloth covered cheek.

He cups your cheek with one of his hands and presses his forehead to yours, you sigh and lean more into him, a smile on your lips and your eyes closed. “Do you promise to keep your eyes closed?” he whispers, his voice a little trembly, “pinky promise and cross my heart” you raise your hand, pinky out and he chuckles, locking his pinky with yours and shaking once. He pulls back and you keep your eyes closed, he can't help but admire how beautiful you are, cheeks flushed and messy hair while you wear his giant hoodie. Slowly he hooks his fingers in his mask, pulling it down to his neck.

You feel sets of his arms move around to hold you, pulling you closer as two of his hands cup your cheeks softly. He watches your smile grow when you feel his breath fan over your face. He leans down and presses his lips to yours, when he pulls back after half a second you frown “again” you say and he laughs “anything for you, love” he whispers, a hair breadth away from touching your lips, sending warm tingles down your spine. He kisses you again and you move, keeping your eyes closed and your lips on his as you reach out, gripping his strong shoulders as you put your leg over his and scoot so you could straddle him.

Four hands rest on your back as two stay on your neck. His lips were soft and plush and his body was warm as he held you to his chest, your lips moving together. His tongue touches your lips and you gasp softly before grinning and letting his tongue enter your mouth at a weird pace. You pull back, keeping your eyes closed and you say “slower, like this” your lips meet again and he lets your tongue in is mouth, slowly moving around his, massaging and twisting your tongue with his in the right ways, your hands buried in his hair as he mons into your mouth.

You bite his bottom lip and pull back, laying your head on his shoulder, snuggling into his neck and lifting the fabric of his mask to press kisses against his soft skin. He hums deep down in his chest as you nip at his pulse point. “Shouji, can I leave a mark?” you ask, your breathing still ragged. He moans out a quiet “yes” breathy as he pants, his heart racing under your lips as you suck on his skin. After a few moments you pull back and kiss his neck over your mark, you feel your way with kisses to make your way back to his lips, kissing him softly before pulling his mask back up, with his help, before you open your eyes and look down at him.

“Shouji” you whisper with a smile, still breathing a little heavily, one of his hands was tangled in your hair still, a few of the sleeves of his hoodie have gone right side out again, you run your hands down his strong chest as you look into his eyes. His pupils were blown and his eyes were shining, the cold in your body forgotten about now that you were warm, his eyes never leaving yours.

He reaches up and tucks your hair behind your ear when it falls into your face. “I’ve had a crush on you since you first walked into class second year. You said ‘i’m y/n l/n and my superpower is knowing the right music to play for any occasion as well as a strength quirk’ you were so captivating. You still are. So beautiful and kind. I keep meaning to ask you to make me a playlist” you laugh and cup his cheek “i can't believe you remember that, it feels like so long ago” he chuckles and you feel the vibrations in your palm on his chest “Mezou” you whisper and watch his eyes brighten, making the butterflies in your stomach triple as you beam at him “I have had a crush on you since the same day, when you let me sit next to you at lunch. You’re so kind and selfless, so gentle. you are ready and willing to risk your life to save anyone no matter what. I’m always so impressed and proud of the hero you’re becoming. And you see me! There are so many loudmouths in our school but you’re always there, never wavering, making me feel important”

He cups your face, thumb brushing against your cheekbone “you are the most important to me. We’ve been friends for years but never close and I feel like I’m to blame for that. I was afraid you’d be scared of me and I didn’t want to ever confirm that fear” you cup both of his cheeks now and smile warmly at him “you could never scare me” he laughs once “you say that now, but you haven’t seen me. I started wearing this mask because in my village they have prejudices against quirks that alter appearances. I scared a little girl and it made me realize I don’t want to scare anyone” you lean forward and kiss his forehead gently “I can’t imagine how that must have made you feel. But I’m telling you with no doubt in my heart, you’ll never scare me. No matter what you look like under your mask. No matter what happens to you.” You lean down and hug yourself to him, “your strong arms around me, make me feel safe. Comfortable. Kissing you, made me feel warm, made my heart race, made me so happy” you lean back up and smile again at him “so whenever you’re comfortable enough with me, whenever you’re ready, I’ll be here.”

His eyes look misty, his hands on your back were tense, his heartbeat was racing under your palms on his chest. “You’re amazing” he whispers “I can’t say how much that truly means to me” you kiss his forehead softly again, you would have kissed his lips if not for his mask up. “Can I kiss you again?” He whispers and then clears his throat, his eyebrows furrowed “yes please” you say and close your eyes, reaching up and pulling his mask down gently as his hands bury in your hair again and cup your cheeks to guide your lips to his own.

After talking for hours you end up falling asleep together on the couch, his warm arms surround you and holding you in place against his side and chest. You woke up to the sound of stomping above you, Bakugou had woken up and he was a heavy walker. You look up at the man who’s arms you were in and smile, he was still asleep and his face was so soft and adorable, his hair was a mess and his mask was askew, showing the hickey you made last night. You chuckle and brush your fingers over the mark. “Mezou” you whisper and watch as his eyes scrunch before he takes a huge deep breath and his eyes flutter open and look at you, his sweet beautiful girl looking up into his eyes, his heart melted.

“Good morning handsome” you say and he chuckles “good morning sweetheart” he says back, his voice still coated with sleep, it was deep and husky and gave you goosebumps. “We should get up before someone finds us here” he groans and holds you tighter “let them find us” you laugh and kiss his chest “we have class too” he groans again and then releases you “you’re right” you stand together and he doesn’t let go of your hand until you get to your door where he pulls you into a hug. “So are we? Uh are you?... uhm” He's flustered, unsure if you’re together, if he has to clarify that he wants to be with you, or if you don’t want to be with him, you chuckle and look up at him “Mezou, do you want to be together?” He nods and you beam up at him “good! Me too! So now that that’s taken care of.. walk me to class?” He laughs and nods again “of course, I’ll come back when I’m ready” he presses his mask covered lips to your forehead and you blush “okay. Sounds perfect” you whisper, you keep a hold of his hand until he’s at the end of his arm length, your fingers holding you together until you reluctantly relax the tips of your fingers and let your hand fall down to your side as he chuckles softly, winking at you before you close the door of your room. Sighing in happiness and taking a moment to think about last night, before hurrying and getting ready for your day, not even remembering you were supposed to make him breakfast until you were sitting next to him at lunch.

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rydeszegras · 3 years

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get lost in wonderland - m.boldy

hey guys !! this is the first fic of my wonder series, im not sure if its gonna be any good as im still new to this whole writing thing and im not that good at it yet. (feel leave me some tips if you dont mind !!) but i hope you enjoy !

boldy x reader

inspo: intro - shawn mendes

wc: 1,088

warnings: nothing bad, just a whole lotta fluff :))

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it was a chilly saturday morning in boston and you were cuddled up on your couch drinking your coffee and watching your favorite christmas movie when you recieved a text from your best friend, matt. matt had been your best friend since as long as you can remember, you both grew up together in millis and were inseparable since the day you met. it was tough for you guys to go to separate schools for the first time in your life, but bu and bc were only 10 mins apart so it was easy to make do with.

at around 10:30 you had just gotten out of the shower and were drying your hair when you recieved a text from your best friend

matthew boldy:)

10:32am - hey im picking you up at 11:15 be ready

you

10:32am - where are we going?

matthew boldy:)

10:34am - you’ll see, just be ready to go and make sure to dress warm;)

okay, you thought, so its gonna be outside, so you prepared yourself to get ready for the day. you slipped on your favorite pair of lulus, some fuzzy socks, and then threw on the bc hoodie that matt had given you the last time you hung out. nobody knew this, at least you thought, but you had been in love with matt for as long as you could remember but knew he could never feel the same way. you werent the skinniest and you werent blonde which you were okay with, but you knew wasnt the type of girl that matt liked.

eventually 11:15 rolled around and matt showed up right on time knocking at your door, you threw on your patagonia parka and slipped on your ccm hat before letting matt in. as you opened the door, you saw matt standing there with the biggest bouquet of yellow roses you had ever seen wearing the biggest smile in the world, one youve never ever seen before

“hey beautiful are you ready to go?” matt says while handing you the bouquet of flowers. you nod your head with a smile as you grabbed the bouquet and placed them in the vase sitting on the counter. it wasnt abnormal for him to call you beautiful, it was something he said to you that you figured meant nothing and you brushed it off as usual. the only difference was the flowers he gave you, matt wasnt really one for sappy stuff, but you assumed he was just being nice as he knew you had a rough week.

matt had told you he had four special spots for you that day and it was a quick 5 minute drive to spot number one, caffè nero, which was your favorite coffee shop. “you can order whatever you want gorgeous, im paying.”

gorgeous? did he just call me gorgeous? you thought to yourself, beautiful was one thing, but gorgeous? you hadnt heard that one before, but you brushed it off as always and headed to the counter to place your order.

“hi can i get a y/f/d and a y/f/f please?” the cashier nods their head and you go to pick a table a few minutes before your order was ready. when they called your name matt quickly beat you up to go get your food.

when matt returned to he table you knew you had to ask him some questions. “so matt what is all this about, this isnt like you.” you said. “well i feel like youve been down lately so i thought you deserved to have a special day with some of your favorite things” matt replied while you responded with a soft smile before sipping your drink.

after you finished your food you headed out to the car and drove another 12 minutes to the boston harborwalk, the harborwalk was your favorite place in the winter, especially when it was snowing. matt knew this and it was his favorite place in the world too because he loved seeing your smile everytime you watched the snow fall, or when you saw the puppies run by, and even when you smiled the 500x matt almost slipped, walking a little bit further you reached stop number 3.

yankee lobster. an unnecessarily expensive amazing food place, and once again matt wouldnt let you pay. you spent at least three hours there discussing everything about your lives and eating your all you can eat lobster plates and it was incredible, you sat against the window and watched the snow fall while you just stared at his gorgeous blue eyes paying little attention to anything he was actually saying.

eventually you both finished your food and were off to the next location. now this location wasn’t necessarily your favorite location in the world, but it was matts and he was destined to make it your favorite place too. matt didnt know how this was gonna go, in all honesty this stop made him more nervous than he had ever been. you were slightly confused as you pulled into the parking lot of the conte forum, but matt didnt let you ask any questions as he grabbed your hand as you approached the entrance of the arena looking back at you and smiling.

you approached an awkward set of stairs that lead you up to the rafters. “this isnt the prettiest place in the world but its definitely my favorite place, being able to look over at the rink and see every little aspect of it is amazing and i needed to share it with my favorite girl in the world” he said, and you smiled in response not knowing where he was going with this. “y/n i know you dont feel the same but i cant keep going without you knowing the truth. ive been in love with you since as long as i can remember and i cant keep holding it in any longer.”

wow. did he just say that. hes really. there is no way

“are you serious?” you asked as matt responded,“more than anything ive ever been serious about before.” you hesitated at first, but knew he was serious and there was nothing standing in your way. “i love you too matthew boldy, more than anything in the world,” and it took absolutely no time for matt to pull you into the most hearfelt kiss you had ever recieved.

“this is my wonderland y/n” matt said pulling back slightly with a smile, “and theres nobody id rather get lost in it with.”

#matthew boldy #matt boldy #minnesota wild #world juniors #wjc 2021 #wonder #shawn mendes #boston college #bc hockey #usa hockey #hockey

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just-another-thursday · 5 years

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The CatWoman - Paranormal

To this day… I dont know if she was a hallucination, sleep paralysis, or something else.

When I was 13 my mom and dad were going through relationship issues, teetering on a divorce. My mom ended up finding a boyfriend about 60 miles away and left to be with him for awhile. My siblings stayed with my dad. But I have been taking care of my mom most of my life and felt that I couldnt stop now… So I packed up and went with her.

It was this hick town south of us, we lived in a double wide with her boyfriend. The property itself was on the side of a hill. The front side of the hill had our trailer and his granmothers trailer across from each other. Another trailer and house further up the hill and up the road belonging to the land owners. There were ATV and truck trails leading to the top and other sides of the hill. It was a mix of forest and meadowland and was swimming in deer and wildlife.

We had to get permission from the landowner to explore the hill ahead of time, he always threatened to shoot trespassers and my mom didnt want her kid full of holes.

But getting to explore back there was both frightening and thrilling.

The nature was gorgeous! Growing up in the PNW I have always been a nature nut and spent a lot of time outdoors all over the state. My bio dad being a hunter and a woodman (we came from a family of loggers and miners on his side). And my moms side of the family was full of loggers and farm hands. Her dad, my grandpa, was born in the woods on the family property out in the boonies.

We are forest people.

Anyway, I loved being out there. I was in my element but, something felt off. Sometimes me mom and her boyfriend would sneak off for a smooch session or to look at something and I would be standing in a meadow alone…. And I could feel something, watching me. Not the feeling of a predatory animal, I’ve been stalked by cougars and coyotes before and know that feeling well. And not a person. Like, a mix of the two? And something else. Watching me from the brush or sides of the path.

Sometimes all sound would vanish from the area. I mean all sound. Nothing.

The deer up there would step right in front of you and stare. Their eyes eemed darker and more intelligent than any deer I had ever seen. They stared right into your eyes and watched you.

Despite the odd occurances, I was happy when I got time to frolic in the leaves and play with the plants and bugs. Nature was and to this day, is my happy place.

One day it was raining really hard and we couldnt go on the hill. The landowner had been restricting it more and more and I was getting bored and grumpy.

We went to visit the boyfriends grandmother across the way and my mom, the boyfriend, and the graqndmother chatted away happily while I satnon the floor bored out of my mind.

I was an accident prone child, always breaking myself or my surrounding so I had to just sit there and not touch anything. While my mother and the boyfriend raided the old ladies fridge she stored extra food in, I asked her if she ever saw any ghosts around here.

I liked the occasional spooky story and I knew my hometowns legends and stories. But I hadnt heard any about this place. The grandmother got very uncomfortable and kept mumbling and muttering in a way I couldnt understand her. When my mom got back in she told my mother, “You kid is overall a sweet child, but asks far too many rude questions!” The grandmother then turned to me and said, “Manners should be used around your elders!” before storming off. My mom glared at me while her boyfriend smiled sympathetically at me.

As we walked back home my mom asked what I was being rude about. I told her and she looked confused. Our family was always very open about death, the afterlife, and spirits.

Her face clouded though and she said I needed to mind my manners and keep nosey questions to myself. I think she wanted to keep on her boyfriends families good side.

It was weird to me that the old woman had reacted like that. But I shrugged it off.

A week later and I still wasnt allowed on the hill. The land owner had been very silent and we hadnt seen him or his truck much. I didnt know the area or people and assumed maybe they got more secluded during winter. Seasonal Affective disorder maybe? I had no idea.

I had been playing hookie from school pretending to be sick. My mom had spent the week partying. She and the boyfriend had spent a lot of time away from the trailer, And when they were gone, I couldnt sleep.

I wasnt scared or anything just like, everytime I tried to sleep something would make me jerk awake after a few minutes. So I had been awake for the better part of 4 days. My mom and her boyfriend tried to sneak into the house still high on whatever and hungover. They giggled their way to their bedroom and settled in. I knew theyd be crashing hard and that it was another night of week old spaghetti and sandwiches for dinner.

But since they were home I had a decent chance at sleep! I quickly ate some cold spaghetti and change into my pajamas, curling up in my bed.

Now the trailer was set up as such; the front of the trailer had big windows and a partial divider wall between the kitchen and living room which took up the front half of the place. The front door was off the the side of the living room.

Next was the wide hallway. On one side was the bathroom, washer and dryer next in the hall, then my room. Other side was a spare room the boyfriends kids would use when they visited and then his and my mothers room, they had their own bathroom as well in the bedroom.

So, from my room I could see most of the house. My bed was right in front of the bedroom door. I could look out and see the front of the house while laying on my right side, tucked into bed.

The bed itself was a hospital style bed. Metal and very old. The boyfriend said his mother had died in the bed. That made me 100% not wanna sleep in it. Not cause it was creepy perse, but it felt rude and also thed bed was uncomfortable as hell… But it was all we had so, I made due.

I curled up in bed, the house lit by street lights at the bottom of the hill and the stove light from the kitchen. I could feel my body relaxing and was very happy, thinking I could finally get some real sleep.

I was just barely getting drowsy when I hear I tapping sound from the kitchen. Like a tack had falling from the wall or something. I propped myself up on my elbow a bit and looked down the hall.

I stopped breathing for a second and my sweat turned cold and my skin got clammy. There was a woman standing in the kitchen. She was nude. But in the way a barbie doll can be nude. No real genitalia. Smooth. No nipples or body hair either. Her skin looked strange… like, dried out clay.

Her head though.. her head was larger than a human and it wasnt exactly human… It was seemlessly attached to her body, but look like a clay or paper mache mask. Big. She had large cat ears and a cat like face. But it looked sleek and minimalistic. The head reminded me of those stone statues of Bastet. Except her eyes were closed in a happy cat way. No fur or hair on the head.

Her hands looks normal, except the ends of her fingers looked like claws.

I stared for a few seconds. I was trying to convince myself this was a type of sleep paralysis or hallucination as I had dealt with both in the past. Both were usually managed by staying calm and walking away from the image or closing my eyes for a minute, they would always vanish if I did one of those. So, as much as I didnt wanna look away from her, I closed my eyes… When I opened then though, she was standing in the beginning of the hallway, closer now. I jumped, making the bed springs squeak. My hallucinations never ever did this… And my sleep paralysis was very easily managed by reminding myself to wake up fully or move around more. I felt my adrenaline spike and thought, “Well, if the looking away didnt work, maybe this adrenaline will.” I let the fear wash over me, welcoming is, hoping the increased heart rate and wakefulness would wash away this, whatever she was. But she stayed and then, she moved. Tilting her head very slightly, Like a curious dog. I saw her chest puff out a bit as her head moved back up straight, not like she took a breath, but like she was posturing.

I swallowed my stomach and closed my eyes again and this time for good measure I turned my head to the foot of my bed, so when my eyes opened I was staring into my room. I glanced out the corner of my eye and didnt see her. So, I turned my head fully back to the hall. Still no sign of her. I started to shake a bit. Not knowing where she was was a bit concerning. But at the same time she was gone. And that proved she was just something my brain made to scare me. My pulse didnt have a chance to cool however because I saw a slight movement in the corner of my eye and flicked them over to the bathroom. She was there! Crouched on the floor inside the bathroom! Body hidden behind the bathroom wall, head peaking out ever so slightly, watching me.

I started to shake so violently I thought I was gonna shake myself over the edge of the bed. Right into her path. That helped me calm my nerves a bit… I didnt wanna end up closer to her.

I remembered what my mother and other family had said about ghosts and spirits. They said if I ignored them, I stole their power. If I didnt let them see me afraid, they would leave.

Summoning all my courage, praying to the ancestors, and in a final act of desperation I rolled over facing away from her and closed my eyes tight.

I was always told how independent I was. How strong and smart and capable. I was always self sufficient. I could handle my own brain and its games, right? And if, if it was a ghost… I could handle that too! Spirits have been around my family most of my life. This was just another challenge to overcome. I laid there for about 30 – 50 seconds in silence calming myself. Telling myself if I slept, I could ignore her and she would have to move on.

Then, a dragging sound. Feet across the thin warn carpet in the hallway.

“It’s just my mom” I told myself. But I hadnt heard the door to her room open…

Then something tapping the wall. Like nails on a countertop. One quick exhale of breath. I was mad at this thing for scaring me and mad at myself for not being able to make it leave. I was so scared. But in that moment, the anger and curiosity was stronger. I sat up and whipped my head to the bedroom door and there she was, in all her glory, looking right at me… My stress hallucinations and sleep paralysis were never ever this real real or solid. EVER.

One minute I was staring her full in the face. The next I was screaming at the top of my lungs, eyes shut tight. Screaming and screeching for my mother.

I heard her bedroom door fly open with such force it hit the wall and shook the house. She ran into my room and hugged me. Asking what was wrong. I opened my eyes and openly wept while clinging to my mom.

The catwoman was gone. Her boyfriend ran around the house turning on lights and looking for whatever made me scream. I saw over my mothers shoulder a shadow… Outside, walking up the hill to the woods. But it happened so fast and I was still reeling from the fear and my heart in my throat.

I clung to my mother and kept asking her if SHE was gone. Was she still here? Did my mom see her?

“Who?” my mom asked.

“The catwoman! She had a cat head!” I sobbed.

My mom smiled and patted my head, now convinced I had had a bad dream her boyfriend visably relaxed and stopped searching the house.

She tried to put me back to bed but I clung to her like ivy and begged her not to leave me.

She brought me into her and the boyfriends room, set up a pallet on the floor on her side of the bed, and left the bathroom light on for me. She also closed and locked the bedroom door just to make me feel safe. My mom and the boyfriend whispered back and forth to each other for awhile about plans for the week and grocery lists. Rocky horror played softly in the background on their TV and I fell asleep.

I woke the next day feeling better. When I explored the house, it felt safe. Back to normal. But I slept on the couch after that. I spent the next few days wondering... Is this why the grandmother got angry when i mentioned ghosts? (She wouldve been really mad if i told her i could “see” her dead husband sitting on their bed and hear him moving around in there...) Did this have something to do with the landowner hiding away? The strange animals and feeling at the top of the hill? The spots with no sound?

I wont ever know because less than a month later we ended up moving back home, my mom got pregnant with my baby sister, and things moved on.

Thankfully though, I never saw catwoman again.

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Just Give Me A Reason || A Klaine Para

Who: Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel, mentions of Sebastian Smythe ( @itsxkurthummel @sebnoelsmythe ) What: A confession and loads of tears When: Friday afternoon Where: Kurt’s house Notes: Mentions of cheating

Phone call - 1:30 PM

After an eternity of waiting for Saturday to come and it was still only Friday before school let out, Blaine picked up his phone and called Kurt, trying not to pace around his room and failing.

Kurt answered quickly as soon as his phone rang, surprised that it Blaine so early. "Hey babe! You get out of school early?" He swiftly unlocked the front door, pushing inside as he moved the phone to the other ear.

"I didn't go to school today," he blurted, feeling his face get hot. His throat went try. "I know... we are supposed to hang out tomorrow but... I need to talk to you." There was nothing he could do to take the panicked sound out of this voice.

"You didn't go to school?!" Kurt's inner alarm bells rang and he set his stuff down, instantly worried. "You can definitely come over. I'm home, I got home early. Come on over now if you want." His throat closed up and he suddenly felt... nervous and he wasn't sure why.

Blaine squeezed the fabric of the bed spread next to him with his free hand and nodded as though Kurt could see him. "Okay," he said, with barely any vocals. "I love you, Kurt." He just needed to say it and hear it just one last time.

"I love you too, Blaine. A lot." Maybe it was his tone or.... Kurt didn't even know exactly, but something in him felt like maybe Blaine coming over wasn't going to be the weekend that they'd planned.

Blaine was nervous. He had been since immediately after sleeping with Sebastian. He had cheated on the love of his life- on someone he wanted to marry and have kids with and grow old with. He felt sick. He felt sick not because he had slept with someone else. No. He felt sick because of the way he felt about the person he cheated with. Blaine had feelings for Sebastian. And those feelings were a thousand times stronger now that they had slept together than they were before. He felt so guilty for having feelings- for having feelings for two people at once. He needed to tell Kurt that he had slept with someone. It was eating him up inside. He'd waited too long already. It was simple enough to ask to come over, and now he stood on Kurt's doorstep, too nervous to knock.

Kurt was so quick to answer the door, seeing Blaine was his favorite thing on even his worst days, but something about Blaine’s voice when he called... he knew something was wrong. Very wrong. He just didn’t know what. “You can come on in, sit wherever you like, you know what’s mine is yours.” The air already felt off and he couldn’t pin point why and it was what had him rambling at a million miles a minute - it was a flaw that he had managed to greatly diminish over the years but sometimes he just couldn’t quite reign it in. “Do you want a bottle of water or a cup of tea or anything?” Once again, nervous gestures, but Kurt tried not to overthink too hard.

Blaine looked up, doing everything he could to try and hide how guilty and anxious he felt. He smiled when he saw Kurt, and felt immediately guilty again. He perched on the edge of his boyfriend's couch, on the far seat from where Kurt usually sat as he turned down the offer of a beverage with the shake of his head. He tried to wait as long as he could. He didn't want to throw everything away, but he knew lying was worse. "I um. I need to tell you something."

Kurt sat down in his usual spot, watching Blaine carefully. He had had a sinking feeling in his stomach since the party, always feeling sick, and it was getting stronger by the minute. “What do you need to tell me?” His instinct was to curl away, wanting to protect himself, but he tried really hard to resist that instinctive urge to pull away. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe.

Blaine looked at Kurt. He was going to hold himself together and just tell the other what happened. He was going to be strong. He was going to... cry if he didnt spit it out soon. His eyes filled up and he pressed his lips together, taking a shallow breath though his nose. "Kurt... I love you," he swore, his voice starting to give out. "And... and I need to be honest with you." He swallowed and despite his best efforts, the tears started to fall. "I... was with someone."

Kurt’s stomach sank fast. It was exactly what he had hoped he wasn’t right about, and maybe he shouldn’t assume but his heart started beating 60 miles a minute and the urge to throw up and cry at the same time was so strong he had to choke it back. “Was it Sebastian?” It was the only name that came to mind, and the only one he wasn’t sure how to handle of the answer was yes.

Blaine knew that Kurt knew. Sebastian was the very first name that his boyfriend could spit out, and probably the one that hurt the other the most too. He tried to stop the tears and the way his throat knotted up in time with his stomach and how Kurt sounded. Blaine looked up with big sad, sorry eyes and nodded the slightest bit.

Kurt pressed himself further back against the couch and tried desperately to shove whatever this desperately horrific feeling was down. “Why? Was this... was it the first time?” God, he hated feeling weak, but every resigned moment of knowing had led to this and he couldn’t try to pretend he felt anything other than pure unabashed hurt. The kind that crashed in waves and felt all consuming.

Blaine nodded and sort of looked to the side, unsure. Was the sexting cheating? It was a gray area, honestly. "I swear it hasn't been happening for a long time." He paused, making eye contact with his probably soon to be ex-boyfriend, tears falling down his cheeks. "Kurt, I'm so sorry..." he said, his throat getting tight at the end so he couldn't keep going into some elaborate explanation.

Kurt wasn't sure exactly what Blaine meant by that and he wasn't completely sure he wanted to know either. "You slept with him before? You've slept with him before." It was the first place his mind went to and oh god, he wasn't going to be able to hold off being sick for much longer, not when the tears were already starting to come and he could feel the ache turn into something so much more.... real.

Blaine shook his head before Kurt had the second part of his accusation out, and straightened his back. "No! No, I only slept... I was only with him once like that. Just once," he said, trying to reassure him even though he knew that it wasn't going to make a difference. He hated seeing Kurt look so hurt, and because of something that Blaine did to top it off. Part of him wished he could take it back. Part of him didn't want to. "I know you're not going... I don't expect you to forgive me. I just... Kurt, I'm so sorry...." He reached across and tried to take his boyfriend's hand- anything to try and comfort him.

Kurt jerked his hand back automatically, stomach only settling a little when he heard it had only been the one time. “Just once. That definitely makes it better. Sarcasm, since you don’t seem to know me at all anymore. Did you just... forget I existed? Assume I would be okay with you sleeping with someone you thought was hot for the fun of it? What made you think any of this was okay enough to do it in the first place? God, I would rather have had you break up with me beforehand if you were so determined to give in to his seduction. I - I knew it and I - everyone said that you wouldn’t - I was so dumb.”

Blaine furrowed his eyebrows together, big wet eyes looking cautiously at Kurt as he went off on him. Everything he was saying was right. Kurt wasn't going to understand how he felt. He had been naïve to think even for a second that the other might understand that he had feelings for both of them. His stomach knotted up and he struggled to keep his lungs working as all of the air inside of them suddenly disappeared. "Kurt I- Let me explain," he choked out. Unfortunately, he hesitated, because exactly how was he supposed to tell someone that he loved that he had feelings for someone else too? But he had to get the words out. This couldn't get any worse. "I didn't just think he was hot and sleep with him. Just... talking to him and whatever... I just... I got feelings... that I can't explain... and... it happened.... and I'm sorry and if you want I'll never talk to him again, okay? I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you, okay?"

"You... have feelings for him. Feelings like you have for me? Please, please tell me you - please tell me you didn't tell him first." Maybe that little detail didn't really matter all that much, but to the parts of Kurt that were breaking constantly right now that was important, to know that while he was trying to wrap his head around what the hell was happening right now that it was just between the two of them, that Sebastian wouldn't be right there gloating more than he must already be. It already made him twice as sick to know that Sebastian knew all the parts of Blaine that Kurt did, it was worse to think that maybe Sebastian knew he had Blaine's heart too. Or something along those lines. "No. Don't - don't promise me things like that. Don't promise anything. Don't - just don't."

Blaine looked at his lap in shame. There was nothing he could do to come back from this. Nothing he could say that would make Kurt stop hurting and forgive him. And he couldn't flat out tell Kurt that he'd told Sebastian how he felt already- technically Sebastian had coaxed it out of him, among other things- because Kurt wasn't going to understand. No one was going to understand. How could they? That wasn't what people did- this wasn't what people did. He quietly tucked his rejected hand under his thigh and tried to contain his breathing before he started to sob.

Kurt's breath caught at Blaine's sobs and for a second he wanted to lash out with a 'you don't have a right to do that', but the more human part of him... the part that loved Blaine with every fiber of his being.... that part of him couldn't watch Blaine sob and not do something. He couldn't bring himself to lean forward and hold Blaine, but he did reach for the hand that had been extended beforehand and untucked it, squeezing slowly as his own tears started streaming. It was like Blaine crying broke the damn, and he didn't know what to say or what to do except sit there and cry and hold Blaine's hand in the process. As much as he wanted to end this right then and there out of hurt, as much as he wanted to scream and yell, he also... didn't want to lose this. He just didn't know how to get there.

Blaine couldn't see through his tears. He wanted to shrink down and sink through the floorboards never to be heard of again. He was a cheater and he would always have that mark on him, because if he and Kurt broke up, everyone would know and want to know why and blame him and desert him and he would be left with no one. Except Sebastian, but Blaine knew that he didn't deserve any semblance of happy after how he'd hurt Kurt. But he was surprised when Kurt pulled his hand out from under his thigh and held it. He was shocked enough to look up and Kurt's sad eyes were looking back at him. He didn't know what to say or if he should move- or maybe he was just mentally broken enough that his brain was coming up with a story to try and make him feel better. His tears kept coming and he squeezed his boyfriend's hand to make sure it was real.

Kurt almost choked over the words, but he needed to say them, holding Blaine's hand tightly as he did. It kept him grounded. More okay than he would be without. if he was honest with himself. "I love you, Blaine. This hurts. So much. This... isn't.... okay. I can't pretend it is. But we'll... if this is.... if this is something that you feel that strongly and that's why then... I can't... just get through it in an instant or even figure out where we go from here that quickly, but maybe we can at least get through it together. Figure it out together. I just... need you to give me the time to...." The words came out strange, but he meant them even if they were hard to say. "Deal with this."

Blaine listened as carefully as he could, making every attempt at finding something salvageable about their relationship. His heart squeezed when he heard Kurt say he still loved him. It was like the clouds broke and the sun finally had a chance to shine down. He tried to say it back right away, but he was almost cut off before he even said anything. Blaine's heart was slamming in his chest. "You can have anything. Any time you need. I love you, Kurt. I love you so much."

Kurt thought for a second before he pulled Blaine forward and into his arms, the initial anger and revulsion at the sight of him gone even if the rest of the emotions were still firmly in place. He wasn’t ready to forgive and forget, and he was sure this was far from the last conversation they were going to have on the matter before it got better, but he believed Blaine. Those tears weren’t tears of messing up and thinking he was going to lose Kurt, they’d been tears of genuine heartbreak and confusion and whatever else was going on in Blaine’s head, and it was the biggest reason he wanted to... get to that place eventually. “I love you too. Just... just don’t say anything else. Not right now. You can stay as long as you’d like but I don’t think I can talk anymore right now.”

Blaine stifled a sob into Kurt's shoulder as the other pulled him close and into a hug- a hug that actually meant everything to him. It meant that he still had a chance with Kurt, even if it didn't seem like he would ever be forgiven. He wanted to open up and tell his (still) boyfriend everything. He wanted to explain until the other got it, till it made sense out loud instead of just in his head. But he was going to respect Kurt's request for him to stop talking. He nodded, taking it quite literally and not saying another word. He knew what Kurt had said probably could have had him getting away with asking for a cup or water or saying excuse me or something, but he didn't. He felt awkward, and like Kurt actually did want him to leave, even if he'd said Blaine could stay, so he stood up he tried to say he loved Kurt with his eyes as he pressed his lips together to keep himself from actually saying it.

Kurt’s heart sank as Blaine got up and he gave him a tight little smile, one that lost a little bit of the “it’s going to eventually be okay” that had been there not too long before. The physical closeness had helped even if it was painful which was confusing to him on some level. If he wanted to leave, Kurt wasn’t going to stop him. Maybe it was for the best. Maybe Blaine’s head wasn’t where he’d thought it was after all. Maybe he just needed to stop trying to cling on to the hope of - he wasn’t going to go there. Maybe Blaine just needed his own time to think. “If you want to go that’s okay too. I’m not - I’m not going to force you to stay anywhere you don’t want to.” That statement went broader than just right here right now, but now wasn’t really the time for that either.

A wrinkle formed between Blaine's eyebrows as Kurt almost accused him of not wanting to be there. It was the complete opposite. There was no where else that Blaine wanted to be more than right here. But Kurt was confusing him and he didn't know what to do or say. Should he leave? It didn't look like Kurt wanted him to leave. Should he stay? He was afraid that he would talk too much and ruin everything that he was trying to save. "I want to stay," he said, his words almost sounding like a whimper.

“I want you to stay.” The words came out a whisper, and it broke his heart in the same way Blaine’s honesty had to hear him whimper about something that at one point had been such a simple thing for them. Time together. Closeness. Whatever they would call it. “Let me go clean up and we can have some tea and... you seem like you want to talk, and we can talk. Just... let me go clean up.”

The corners of Blaine's mouth turned up a little when Kurt said that he wanted him to stay. That was all he really needed right now. He would gladly get grounded if Kurt wanted him to sleep there, even if it was just on the couch. Hell, he'd even sleep at the foot of Kurt's bed if he asked. But for now, he would just let his boyfriend get cleaned up- which he really hoped didn't mean 'cry in the bathroom'- and go from there. Even just being wanted enough to stay a little while longer was more than enough.

#para #para:kurt #a:kurt

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