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#it’s honest to god been maybe a year since I have left my house at all let’s mcfreakin lose it
anjaelle · 1 year
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hii, can you write a dave lisewski x reader where reader is new at school and he volunteers to give her a tour of the school. Dave thinks she is really pretty and wants to be her friend, he asks questions about her and finds out that she likes comics and superhero’s just like he does and he asks her to come to his house after school to watch a new marvel movie that just came out. she says yes and they watch the movie at his house. during the movie dave just can’t keep his eyes off of her and he’s so in love with her even though he just met her.The movie ends and he walks her home because it’s getting late and he doesn’t want her to possibly get into some kind of danger. when they make it to her house( he finds out that they live close to one another) she thanks him for being so kind to her and kisses him on the cheek. he blushes and wishes her a goodnight. from then on they become great friends and maybe even more. (SORRY THIS IS SO LONG, js wanted it to be detailed so it’s easier for you!!🤭)
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Pairing: Dave Lizewski x New Girl!Reader
Warnings: None. Except general teen awkwardness?
a/n: Ok so I'll be honest and say that I haven't written for highschool characters since I was a highschooler myself about 10-11 years ago. So I'm admittedly a bit rusty. I probably won't make this a regular thing, because I don't really think I'm good at it haha. And I changed some things around and cut some things out for brevity, but kept the important bits. It kind of feels like a coming-of-age romcom.
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Dave would happily get stabbed and hit by a car twenty more times if it meant he wouldn't have to deal with the current situation he was in. He'd dripped oil from his bacon egg and cheese in his lap, and tried to clean the stain with soap and water, which created an almost bigger stain. The hand dryer in the mens room wasn't working, there were no paper towels, and he was running late to homeroom. Todd gave him a sympathetic pat on the back and offered the ever-helpful comment, "Don't freak. It'll dry eventually."
But it'd been a half hour, and it hadn't dried completely. A few people passed him with looks of disgust.
This day was already turning out to be shit, and it was only 9 AM. He shoved his head in his locker, wishing that a sinkhole would form in the middle of the school and swallow him whole. As the hallway cleared, he noticed you looking down at at a paper and distractedly walking in one direction before turning a corner and disappearing. You then turned back around and walked past him again in the other direction, with a furrowed brow and a pouting lower lip. When you turned to pass him a third time, he closed his locker and awkwardly leaned up against it.
"Hey! Are you lost?" He nearly shouted at you. You stopped short, startled out of whatever daze you were in, and looked at him as if you didn't even notice there was another person in the hall until now. Any plans he had to have a normal conversation left him immediately. He cut his eyes away from you. It was like staring into the sun.
"Hi." You re-adjusted your bag on your shoulder, "And yeah. This school is way bigger than my old one and I'm kinda turned around."
"Oh, yeah, totally, for sure. It's--yeah, it's big." He said awkwardly pulling at the straps of his backpack, "I mean, the school is big. The halls are big. It's a maze. Even I still get lost sometimes, and I've been here almost 4 years."
God, Dave, shut the fuck up.
You giggled at him and he felt his cheeks warm at the sound of it.
"Um, can you help me?" You asked, quirking your head to get a better look at him.
"Sure. Yeah, I can walk you to your next class."
You smiled at him and he smiled back, revealing the cutest dimples you'd ever seen.
"What about your class?"
He peeked at your schedule and his brows disappeared under the curls on his forehead, "We have the same homeroom. So we'll be going the same way."
He was very different from the boys you talked to at your previous school. You thought of what your old friends would say about him. You weren't super popular or anything, but you navigated most social spaces with relative ease. It also meant hiding a lot of yourself. Dave had a kind face and warm eyes that studied you with a sense of eager curiosity that flattered you. Incidentally, you were curious about him too.
When you introduced yourself to him and shook his hand, you noticed immediately how strong his grip was and his calloused palms. Most guys you knew with hands like those played contact sports. He didn't seem like the type, at first glance. He seemed to notice your surprise but didn't quite understand the reason behind it.
"Sorry if my hands are sweaty," he said, instinctively wiping them on his pants.
You rushed to ease his fears, "No they weren't! You're fine." And then, "Do you play sports?"
"Nope. I mean...sometimes I play Wii Tennis. I don't know if that counts though."
You giggled again, "I think that counts."
Interesting. Maybe he did woodworking or mechanic stuff like your dad. You made a mental note for later.
You both strolled down the hall in no real rush to make it to your destination as you talked. He was incredibly animated and spoke with his hands when he got into the groove of the conversation. And when you talked about your old school or your family, he actively listened and asked even more questions.
"You're really cool," he finally said, breathlessly. If you could visibly blush, you're sure you would've. You've been called a lot of things, but never "cool" with such earnestness. "I just wish I'd met you when I didn't have bacon stains on my pants."
He looked down at himself again and grimaced at his own misfortune. You could almost laugh at how resigned he was. Like this was just an everyday thing he had to deal with.
"You could just do what the girls do when we have stains on our pants," you suggested. He quirked a questioning brow and you motioned with your hands. "Tie your hoodie around your waist. It'll hide the stain pretty well, I think."
His eyes widened like you'd revealed the secrets of the universe to him, "I...didn't even think of that."
He immediately took his backpack off and dropped it to the ground to unzip his hoodie. When you noticed his tee shirt, you heard an eager gasp slip from you before you could really stop it. His shirt had the different sketched out iterations of Batman's costume designs over the years, which included a mix of his comic and movie suits.
"I just really like your shirt." You explained as he tied his sweater around his waist. "I was raised in a DC household. My dad has a big box of old school batman comics in our basement that I used to poke through when I was a kid."
His face lit up at your confession, "You like comic books?"
"I used to. I mostly just watch the movies now. The good ones, anyway." You said, shrugging. In truth, you hadn't picked a comic up since middle school. You missed reading them sometimes, but you never really had anyone to talk about them with. So you just stopped. You explained as much to him and he hummed in thought.
"Well, you can always talk about them with me. Do you like Marvel, too?"
You scrunched your nose up at him and he gasped.
"I'm sorry," you couldn't help but laugh at his dismayed expression, "I just think most Marvel movies are corny. And the comics can be a little soap opera-y to me. Maybe I'll give the comics another try, but I don't think I've seen any recent movies other than Black Panther and Thor Ragnarok."
When he thought about it, he couldn't really blame you for feeling that way, "If you had to choose, would you say that those were your favorites?"
"Nope," you admitted, "My favorite is Captain America: The Winter Soldier."
"And not Civil War? That one's my favorite."
You shook your head as you both approached the door to your homeroom, "I may have only seen it in parts. I don't really remember it."
He bounced on the balls of his feet nervously and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, "Well if you wanted...we could watch it at my house next Saturday. Only if you want. My dad and my friend Todd will be there, so it won't be just us. But they won't be weird either. At least, I don't think so."
You smiled at him as he babbled on, only reaching out to lightly touch his arm. "Let me ask my mom. She might ask for your dad's number, if that's okay?"
A small smile graced his pretty face.
He nodded, "Totally."
Todd wasn't super happy with the idea of you joining their movie night. But Dave watched him warm up to you until you were both practically friends, too. He felt a twinge of jealousy at how quickly you two got along, but he summed that up to just how friendly and easy to talk to you were. He knew the movie front to back, so he couldn't help but watch you study the movie with deep interest to see how you reacted to his favorite parts. When all was said and done, the three of you sat in the living room discussing Civil War and if you were Team Cap or Team Stark. You all seemed to be in agreement that Tony was a war criminal who indoctrinated child soldiers. But you all were in disagreement about whether Tony deserved to have his ass kicked by two super soldiers.
"He literally didn't even know that he did anything wrong!" You argued to Todd, who rolled his eyes.
"You're only saying that about Bucky because you think he's hot."
"Maybe so," you admitted, "but my point still stands. He was brainwashed, he wasn't responsible."
"So you wouldn't be upset if I killed your parents, and Dave knew but hid it from you, and then beat you up when you found out?" The blond asked, popping a pretzel in his mouth, "I dunno. I'd be pretty upset."
"That's different, Dave would tell me." You responded with a coy wink at your new best friend.
Todd groaned, "You think he'd throw me under the bus for you?"
"I mean--" Dave cut in, pushing himself from the couch to stand to his feet and stretch, "--she is really pretty. And she smells nice. You're not as pretty and you just smell like Axe."
Todd gasped in mock hurt and you motioned to yourself as if to say "look at the material."
When 9:00 hit, you said goodbye to Dave's father who invited you and your family back for dinner, and hugged Todd goodbye.
"You're still wrong about Tony." He mumbled.
"You're in denial."
"You're In denial."
When you broke away to hug Dave he hesitated, "I was going to walk you home if that's okay with you. No pressure. I just...Uber is expensive on Saturday nights, and I know you don't live too far. But I don't want you to feel unsafe."
You noticed Todd shoot an odd glance at Dave before schooling his features. You made another mental note, but nodded.
"Sure, thanks."
You still weren't used to how long city blocks were. So even though you lived only a few blocks away, it felt like so much longer. Despite everything, you were surprised by how quiet this section of Manhattan was at night. Some people milled about, either going to or coming from someplace else. The air was brisk enough to add a jolt of energy to your system, but it still wasn't so cold that you felt any rush to get home.
"So what's up with the callouses?" You suddenly asked. Dave seemed confused by the question, so you grabbed his hand and held it up to him, then turned his hands over to show his reddened knuckles.
"Oh. I-I'm a...boxer. I box." He stammered, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"Really?"
"Yeah. Only my dad and Todd don't know. So don't, like, bring it up around them. They'd freak out."
You hummed, "Okay."
He let out a sigh of relief. A sharp gust of wind from a passing wind tunnel chilled you to the bone, and you looped your arm through his.
"Oh!" You said, surprised.
"Are you cold?" He leaned in closer to you, "We can walk faster if you want."
"I just..my hands are a bit cold." That didn't explain the way you were wrapped around his arm like a boa constrictor. But he didn't seem to mind. He shifted his hand in his sweater pocket.
"There's some room."
You felt your stomach flutter when his hand brushed against yours in his sweater pocket. The flutter turned into a rapid thud when his fingers laced through yours. Despite how ice cold your hands were, he didn't pull away.
"Is that okay?" He asked, shyly, fully prepared to move his hand if you objected. You gave his fingers a small squeeze.
"It's great, actually."
You carried on the casual conversation for another few blocks before stopping at a newly renovated brownstone. He realized then that your family definitely had more money than his.
"Here we are."
You slipped your hand out of his grasp when you realized you still had it in his pocket.
"So...I'll see you monday?" He asked, fidgeting with a loose piece of string on his sleeve.
"Of course."
"Awesome."
"Yeah."
You looked him over one last time before you parted ways. He was your first real friend since you moved, but you still felt like there was so much about him that you didn't know. Not because he was particularly secretive, but because you felt like there was more to him than he let on. You unconsciously reached up and moved a curl away from his eyes. A small smile pulled at the corner of his mouth, in response.
"What?" He asked.
"Nothing," you said, "I just think you're really cool, Dave Lizewski."
His smile bloomed into a wide grin, exposing the deep dimples in his cheeks. "You're cool, too. Probably the coolest person I know, actually."
Your heart was thudding in your ears when you leaned up to press a gentle, lingering kiss to his cheek. Before you pulled away, you heard him gasp softly in surprise.
You suddenly felt your phone vibrate in your pocket and checked to see that it was your mom asking where you were.
You usually let your mom know ahead of time when you were on your way home, but you felt uncharacteristically out of sorts. You shot her a quick text letting her know you were outside.
"I hate to do this," you said, finally breaking him out of his stupor, "I really have to go now. Mom's asking questions. Text me when you get home, okay, Curly?"
You gently touched his arm and climbed the steps of your house to the front door. He gave you a weak thumbs up, but he still stared at you with a shocked, flushed face. "G-gotcha."
"And don't forget."
"I won't. I promise."
When you finally shut the door behind you, you peeked out of the small eyehole to watch as he touched his face in surprise and walked down the street in the wrong direction.
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lovebitters · 1 month
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exes with benefits | lip gallagher
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inspired by: olivia rodrigo's "bad idea, right?" (2023)
wc: 1.83k | nav post mae note: okay i hate the ending of this so if anyone else hates it please lmk and i will adjust it because ugh i changed it like three times and it still feels... meh? idk i feel like i need to make a part two (if people even like this??)
rating: 18+ post, minors dni. :-) content warnings: fem!reader / afab!reader, unwrapped p in v (wrap it before you tap it!), kinda public sex??, exes hooking up, plot with little plot, unsettled ending lmfao, fem!fingering, oral (f recieving) bc lets be honest lip is a munch, brief mention of reader wearing panties/a bra
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House parties were never really your "scene".
The chaos and uncertaintiy of whose house you're even in, the smell of colognes and perfumes and sweat, the alcohol being mixed together in plastic cups that are discarded on the floor later that smell like Disneyland if it wasn't cleaned in a month-. Every part of a house party sounds awful. So, why are you standing in one now?
Well, your friend Lauren would be the reason why. Work had been a bitch for her recently - her words not yours - and you had gone through a breakup recently, prompting her to suggest a girl's night out. How you ended up at a house party from the crappy bar she dragged you to in downtown Chicago was beyond you.
"C'mon! This is totally gonna distract you from Lippy and all the drama he brought. To being single!" Lauren drunkingly cheers as she holds up her plastic cup of (you're sure) three different kinds of alcohol. You hold up your glass of water barely, running a hand over your face. "Yeah, can we not announce that?" You ask.
Two seconds later, she's giggling with a guy leading her up the stairs. You sigh, turning to go get some fresh air when there he stands. Lip Gallagher. Your freshly appointed ex-boyfriend. Or Lippy, as Lauren refers to him.
You and Lip had dated for two years, but you'd known him since you were kids. Your relationship was perfect, until one night. When he called you clingy, a bitch - this was of course after not talking to you for almost a whole week. You told him that night you were done with him. That he could call when he figured himself out.
He didn't call. It'd been a month.
It doesn't feel real that time has passed that quickly, because part of you is still stuck in his bedroom. Right where he left you. A lesson well learned.
"Hi." He says, as he stares at you. You stare right back.
"Hi." You manage to get out, clearing your throat. "I have to go-"
"Wait. Can we talk, please?" He asks, walking over to you, a hand on your arm as he whispers to you. The world stops for a pause before you nod. "Fine." You agree.
You let him lead you upstairs into an empty room, taking it in. It looks to be a guest bedroom, few decorations other then picture frames with the "welcome to our home" and flower vases on the nightstands.
"Welcome to my hell" would be a better fit.
"Why are we avoiding each other like this? You've been my best friend since I was fucking ten years old, I don't want us to lose each other like this." He says as you sit on the edge of the bed, taking note of the floral bedspread. "We already lost each other, Lip. A long time ago." You point out.
"Don't do this shit, don't be all cryptic." He rolls his eyes as you stand right back up, almost giving yourself whiplash. But that's disregarded when every memory floods back to you.
"Oh my God! What the hell do you want from me, Lip, huh? You want me to just forget every single thing you said to me? Or maybe you want me to just forget how you avoided me like the damn plague for a week before you finally did call me just to blow up at me and tell me you didn't want to be with me anymore. You can't go from telling me I was your favorite person to telling me you think I'm a bitch. And I can’t even look at my favorite person anymore, so what the fuck do you expect me to do?" You burst out, turning away from him, staring out the window.
It's silent for what feels like an eternity before you feel his arms wrap around your waist from behind. "I don't want to lose you. I- I haven't been me since you left. Please." He isn't sure what he's even begging for from you, but his voice is soft enough where you feel yourself wanting to give in.
This was a bad idea, right? After all, he was your ex. But you're both mature adults, can't two people reconnect? You'd only see him as a friend this time, it wasn't like he had to be something more.
You sigh as you push his arms off, walking for the door, waiting for a moment before locking it. You turn back around to face him, walking over to him and barely grazing his lips with your own to tease him before he kisses you. His hands find themselves on your waist like how he used to put them there when he kissed you like this.
Used. It still doesn't feel real to use parts of your relationship in the past tense. How you used to kiss him, how he used to hold you, how he used to be yours.
You kick your shoes off, and he does the same.
He pushes you back onto the bed, deepening the kiss. His tongue slides into your mouth easily, one hand on your back, the other sliding up your thigh. He knows your body so well, it's almost a science to him. He knows how your body reacts to certain touches. Certain places to kiss to make you giggle. Parts of your body that if he touches them, your back arches or you naturally move closer to them.
Like right now. His hand teasing around your sex, not quite touching where you so desperately want him.
His mouth only parts from yours to begin kissing down your jaw, then onto your neck. Finding solace there, he makes a mark on your pulse point, low moans erupting from you. Hands running through disheveled curls.
His hand finally reaches your cunt, and you hear him groan at the wetness growing on your panties. He looks at you for confirmation, and you nod desperately in return, not sure what he’s planning in that genius brain of his.
He removes your shirt so he can kiss your chest. Then your bottoms, leaving you in only your bra and panties. A finger slides those panties to the side, and he lets out another groan as he slides the digit past your slick folds, and you let out a gasp in return. You give a little tug to his hair and he almost moans at it, which you make a mental note of.
He thrusts his finger out, at a torturously slow pace, all while kissing down your body. You quickly realize when he grins up at you what he wants to do. What he feels he needs to do. You give him a nod of your approval, moans still flooding out.
He stops thrusting and removes his finger, only to replace it with his tongue. Sucking and kissing your clit, sliding his tongue in you while his hands run over skin on your thighs. You bite on your hand just to muffle your moans from the still active party outside, just as his nose bumps your clit.
“Shit, Lip. I'm close- fuck..” You whine as he laps desperately at your sex, and you can feel his smirk. "Language. Let go for me, baby, please." He requests softly, rubbing tiny circles on your clit.
You don't last long after that.
He lets your climax drip down your thighs, grinning to himself as he watches, feeling some of it on his jaw. "Need to feel you, please, Lip." You beg, and he frees himself from his boxers. Giving himself a few strokes before he lines himself up with his enterance. "You ready, sweet angel?" He asks, pressing his forehead against yours and lightly trailing slobbery kisses down your cheek before connecting to your lips. You pull away only after a second, whispering a soft "yes, please" before you're kissing his jaw in anticipation.
He groans, inserting himself past your now damp folds, thrusting gently in and out. He watches as his dick is swallowed by your cunt, your walls fluttering around him like it’s a familiar friend coming back.
Truth be told, he wasn’t sure why he pushed you away. Maybe he let the negative thoughts that you were too good for him take over. Maybe it was just the Gallagher thing to do.
But he’d regret it for the rest of his life.
Your moan brings him back to reality, hands on his shoulders as he finds a new position to fuck deeper into you, and he finds himself groaning as your nails dig into his skin. You quickly learn by the way his dick twitches he enjoys that.
And he learns by the way your walls squeeze around him you like it when he hits that spot in you. The spot that makes your head feel blurry, the spot that replaces every thought with his name. The spot that makes moans come out of you, the spot that makes the familiar heat in your belly grow.
“Fuck, Lip, I’m gonna-” Your words are cut off when he hits that spot again, even with a new angle. His forehead pressed against yours, sweat connecting with sweat. “Shit angel, you were just made for me. Pretty pussy just missed me, huh?” His words slur from the pleasure clouding his senses.
Your moans and mixtures of his name are more of an answer for him. The room smelled like sex, sound of skin slapping against skin filled it. He pressed his lips against yours, swallowing your moans as he rubbed small circles on your aching clit, and he feels the familiar white heat pouring out of your cunt.
He doesn’t last long, burying his seed deep in you. Swallowing your whines and moans as he pulls out, only breaking the kiss to stare at you, both of your chests heaving as you catch your breath. Watch your eyes having a silent conversation with his.
He lays down beside you. He watches as you run a hand over your face, and he decides to wash you both up. Returning with a damp washcloth, he helps get you cleaned up and setting your clothes on the end of the bed.
“So, uhm..” He tries to think of a conversation starter, and you shake your head, holding a hand up. “We shouldn’t have done this.” You whisper, frowning as you grab your clothes, slowly redressing yourself.
“You don’t have to go. We can go back to your place or mine and we can just talk.” You don’t realize he’s begging rather than requesting. This can’t be how you and him say goodbye after seeing each other again for the first time.
"I can't do this, Lip." You point out as you fight to get your shoes on.
You’d only see him as a friend.. biggest lie you ever said.
"I love you." He says. "I was an idiot for not saying it before so I'm saying it now. I'm in love with you and I always will be."
Definetly a lie now.
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darkacademicvibes · 4 months
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Hellooo! So I know you haven't posted in ages and you're probably busy or maybe not writing anymore but if you are and your requests are open... can you maybe do something for Theodore nott? If you don't write for him then maybe Barty Jr. Or Regulus or something?
Basically fem!reader is insecure and brings it up and he doesn't understand so she asks is they even love her anymore and they somehow propose right then and there? Like really tearful, and he's so hurt but he's also kind of blank about it idk and she says yes obvs, but he just doesn't know how to feel about what she asked?
Thankyouthankyouuuuu and if you aren't writing anymore that's totally understandable 🩵🩵🩵🩵
AHHHH YESSS I TOTALLY CAN BABES!!!
I'm always gonna write on this blog, lately I've really been trying to figure out my page and stuff and I just got done with exams so I've been busy, I'm sorry!!! I HOPE this lives up to expectations, I've never written an argument/yelling that turned to a proposal lmao <3
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tw: cursing, idk I like it, he's very much sweater Theo lmao, nothing really to be honest with you
"-God, Theo, it's like you're never here anymore!" You huff, busying yourself with the dishes of a dinner you ate alone, again. The sound of his name instead of the nickname you'd always called him made him flinch. Theodore Nott had been your boyfriend since the beginning of your seventh year at Hogwarts, and you'd fought together in the war on Harry's side. Or, McGonagalls side, as Theo preferred to call it.
After Hogwarts, you'd moved in together which you'd defended to your parents as convenience. And his, well, his mother got ill quick, and then got better, and then ill again, and she'd eventually found out after he'd invited her over to make sure she was okay, and you'd come home to your boyfriends mother on the couch having tea. You'd easily slipped into comfortable conversation with your loving boyfriend and his (absolutely wonderful) mother and she'd guessed it by morning when you'd made everyone pancakes as you'd been woken up early by Theo on his way to quiddich practice.
Lately, however, he'd been home less. In fact, it began at the beginning of the year, while it is now November. You celebrated your third year anniversary of fully owning the house (thanks to his family money's help) and as that morning when you woke up, he was gone, he came home giddy, and then that night, went to bed nervous. And things hadn't been the same. You'd marked that night on your calander once you realized that was the last afternoon before anything changed.
April 4th.
Since then, he'd barely be at home, which isn't saying a lot seeing as he was a professional player for the Montrose Magpies and sometimes was forced to be away for day practices that led well until you'd gone to bed and weekend games that you always made sure to see.
He'd started getting up earlier, and going to bed either well before, or well after you. When you were wide awake, or fast asleep. Sometimes, he'd sleep in the guest room downstairs, instead.
He'd stopped with the casual kisses everytime he left the room, no longer pressing kisses to your temple, cheek, nose, shoulder, or head, and started passing by in silence, answering requests with hums, grunts, and nods. Your brother had joked he was finally going through the 'I hate my girlfriend' phase, but quickly shut up when you'd choked out a strangled breath that sounded like you'd taken a bludger to the stomach.
The thought hasn't left your mind since.
"I'm here now" Theo presses, standing behind the kitchen island, his hands braced firmly on the edges of the bench, gripping tightly. You scoff, scrubbing the pan harshly. Who invented pans that weren't non-stick? You wanted to hit them with your pan, your pan that now had bits of food and grease stuck to it.
"Theo this is the eighth night in a row I've had to put your dinner in the microwave" you give up on the pan, abandoning it on the bench and moving on to the pot you'd made the potatoes in. It was your day off, and Theo was supposed to be home at four, so you'd made a full dinner for you to eat together. A mistake, you now realized, as you didn't eat until seven when your food had already gone cold, and he hadn't come home until nine, when you'd usually do the dishes. He did them right after dinner for some unexplainable reason you didn't quite understand. Through, you were the one who grew up with supper. So you always made it and did dishes after.
"I told you not to count on me being home on time, bambino" he breathes, and you sniff, wiping your nose on the back of your wrist. He had, yesterday, but not today. "I wrote it down and left it on the kitchen counter-" a soft mew interrupts him, and you listen to the sound of him scooping up the neighbors cat.
"Pie, you shouldn't be here, your mama will be looking for you" you coo, glancing back at the soft, light brown cat. "She can stay" Theodore murmurs, cuddling the cat close. A pang of anger flashed through your stomach. That cat was getting more affection from your boyfriend then you'd gotten for most of the year. "No, she can't" your voice is snappy, and he sighs, kissing the top of Pies head and opening the back door, placing Pie outside and closing the door again before leaning against the wood, watching you.
"I don't understand what I've done to make you so upset, amore" he murmurs, and you snap, tossing the potato pot and the rag into the sink, taking off the ridiculous yellow gloves and tossing them onto the bench.
"You are never here, Theo" you insist. "And you go god knows where, because you weren't at practice tonight" you continue, when Theo opens his mouth to argue, you glare at him. Your voice shakes, and that makes you angrier. "No! You weren't, I called Peter, he was at home with his wife and baby son at four fifteen" you snap, and hurt flashes in his eyes. You want to apologize, but you haven't done anything wrong, not that you're aware of. You have suffered, for months, wondering what you'd done wrong. You didn't understand. You don't understand.
"So where were you? Were you with someone else, someone you can stand? Because it's pretty clear you can't stand me anymore" you toss your hands up, abandoning the gloves as you return to cleaning the dishes as Theo makes his way closer, returning to the island counter as you ramble on.
"If you were then just tell me and be done with it, because this wondering, the guessing, the hoping you aren't, the subconsciously looking for proof that you have been, is killing me" you ramble on.
"It is absolutely tearing me apart to think you don't love me anymore, trying to find reasons that would have you pulling away because surely, if you don't love me then you'd leave me, right? Except, I don't know, I don't know what I did-" you place the pot aside and start working on your plate. His is still in the microwave. "-I can't figure it out. Tell me what I did wrong, because I can't keeping going like this for much longer" you sniffle, and the sound has the guilt already drowning him shove him down deeper.
"I mean, do you even love me anymore? Because it really just seems like you're sticking around for convenience" You manage to mumble, your voice shaking as tears prick harshly at your eyes. You try blinking them back, but you have to harshly wipe your cheek with the back of your arm as the feeling of a few hot tears warm your cheeks.
A soft click sound from behind you and in your confusion, you turn, pausing at the sight. Theo is leaning heavily against the counter, his shoulders tense as the small dark blue velvet box sits open on the table.
A delicate gold ring, with agate as the stone sits undisturbed in the box, and you can feel your breath escape you because it is beautiful.
"I was afraid you would say no" he admits, gazing at you through his dark lashes you'd frequently voiced that you were jealous of. "I was afraid you'd say no, and I pulled myself away from you, and I'm sorry for not noticing how it affected you" he breathes. Almost as breathless as you.
He slowly rounds the island, gently stopping to stand beside you.
His hands land on your waist, delicate. "ragazza dolce, how could you ever doubt my feelings for you?" He murmurs, his thumbs rubbing gently over the skin of your hips. The touch makes you pause and, slowly, you melt against his chest. "You haven't touched me like this since April fourth" you start softly, gaze still on the ring, and he tenses beside you.
Fuck, you'd actually remembered the date he held you last? He knew it had been a while, he had felt horrible about his nerves pulling him away from you, but you'd memorized the fucking date he'd last touched you, and it was so much longer then he'd thought.
"You barely answer me anymore, I start every conversation, and it's either tense, or it falls through so fast i-" you hesitate. "It makes me feel like you don't see the point in talking to me anymore" his heart shattered, he could hear it, feel it- you'd felt so horrible, miserable even, and it was his fault. He'd been so wrapped up in how he felt that he hadn't even noticed you'd been miserable. Lonely.
"I'm sorry, mio caro, I'm so sorry" he murmurs, pained, his lips brushing the crook of your neck gently.
His hands gently guide you to face him, and you allow him to lift your hands, drying them off gently. "C'mon sunshine, I'm sorry, look at me" he murmurs, gently tucking his forefinger under your chin to guide you to meet his eyes. "I have been so nervous that I started pulling away, and I am so sorry you felt this way, sweet girl, I promise I love you" he assures you gently, watercolour eyes gazing into yours deeply.
"There has never been, nor will there ever be, anyone else. You are it for me, you are my Andromeda, I'm your Perseus, remember?" He pleads softly, reminding you of the last time you'd been in Hogwarts.
The astronomy tower would probably crumble if you stood in the wrong spot, still, you (almost) fearlessly ventured closer to the calm figure leaning against the wall of the castle, not for one second, caring that he was sitting in rubble. Gazing at the stars. He smiles at you as you stand beside him, and he offers you his hand, which you take as he helps you to sit beside him safely.
"Feel up to stargazing, my love?" He murmured, and you smile softly, leaning your head on his shoulder as his hand rests easily on your thigh, rubbing gently despite the dust-covered fabric in the way of your skin. "Always" you hum. He huffs a soft laugh and sighs warmly. "You remember those stars?" He asks softly, pointing out the constellation, and you nod against his shoulder. Andromeda and Perseus, the chained maiden and her lover. Her savior. Her husband, in entirety. They'd been so in love they were placed in the stars so their love would never end.
"Yeah, I remember, it's your favourite myth" he smiles, and he presses a soft kiss to your head, smiling himself. You'd remembered it was his favourite.
"If I was Perseus, you'd be my Andromeda" he murmurs, and you smile softly, melting into him. "If I was Andromeda, you'd be my Perseus" you retort gently, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder as shouts of names, and calls of joy fill the night air.
The war is over. All is well.
"My father is dead" Theo hums. The way he says it was almost as if he'd simply noticed the time and pointed it out. He found more empathy for the roadkill the two of you had come across two weeks ago, a rabbit that had been hit by a carriage.
"I saw. Are you okay?" You ask gently.
"Yeah, I'm okay, as long as I have you, I'll always be more than okay" he hums, chuckling softly. "My mother will be okay now, she's safe" he sighs, the tension leaving him slightly.
"She is, Teddy" you smile, and as he wraps his arm around you to pull you impossibly closer, you both gaze at the sky and you do what you do best together.
You talk, and you stargaze.
You nod slowly, tears slipping down your cheeks, and he sighs softly in relief, his thumb swiping the tears away gently.
"I love you, so much. I'm sorry I let myself get in my head, I should've realized I was hurting you" he murmurs, his lips pressed against your hairline as he tucks a few strands behind your ear, his fingers trailing down your neck, then your shoulder, all the way to your hand, where he links your fingers together.
"Teddy, are you asking me to marry you?" You murmur softly, eyes gazing softly at the ring again. He hums, "will you say yes?" He murmurs softly, his thumb brushing against yours.
"I can't imagine a world where I'd consider saying no" you breathe, and you can feel his lips tug into a giddy smile against your temple. He pulls away, only enough to reach the ring, and gently hums.
"Look at me, bellissimo"
Your eyes meet his and he leans down to press a soft kiss to your lips, the familiar softness of it almost making you swoon.
"Will you, the most gorgeous woman I have ever laid eyes on, make me the absolute happiest man alive, and do me the honor of making me your husband?" He asks quietly, his lips brushing yours gently.
You smile, and nod softly, "that's a yes from me" you hum, "a big, fat, yes" you laugh, and he chuckles along with you, gazing softly at you as he slowly slips the ring onto your finger. "Good, now give me a big, fat, kiss" he demands playfully "I miss kissing my fiancé" he murmurs, and it sets off fireworks in your stomach.
You lean up and press a big, fat, kiss to his lips, just like he asked.
You giggle as he wraps his arms around you happily, tugging you closer and tapping your hip in the all too familiar signal to jump. You wrap your legs around him and he kisses you harder, his hands under your thighs.
"I have a lot to make up for" he mumbles, making his way into the living room and dropping you gently onto the couch, pulling a giggle from you.
"Remind me to tell Draco not to sit on this couch next time he comes over" you tease, and he laughs, loud, and happy, and the sound has you melting.
You have your Theo back, and he's not your boyfriend anymore, he's more, and you couldn't be happier.
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Growing pain: Johanna Mason x little reader
Summary: Johanna and (Y/N) find ways to live after the pain.
Wc: 4k
Tw: hunger games details, mentions of death and gore. Less that The Hunger Games , but more that the average agree fic.
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I feel like I’ve lost control of everything since the games ended and the rebellion succeeded. After years of torture, it was over but I wasn’t over it. Mentally I was never free. I feel it lurking around every corner, in my brain and physically.
I see the faces of the people I killed in the arena and for the rebellion. I see the faces of those I lost: Finnick, bogs and so many others. I see the torture I endured in the capital and in my district. I cannot sleep due to this haunting.
I’m lucky enough not to be alone. After the rebellion won the therapist said both Johanna and I should not live alone. We both quickly decided we tolerate each other well enough, so we would rather live together than have a “babysitter”. We still have mandatory therapy appointments but most are done on the phone.
Johanna was loud and harsh a majority of the time, she seemed to have calmed down slightly since our freedom was established. She was outspoken still but she was honest and genuine. She always tried her best to calm me during my episodes, she has improved her ability to empathize but still struggles.
She says I help ground her too. I never feel like I do, but I suppose I can’t determine how she feels. She sometimes talks about how we met, she talks about how she saw me during my games while she was the mentor, and she discusses the past and who we were. Johanna has grown nostalgic, talking about the innocence in my eyes during my first interview. It’s hard to remember. I’m only 21 now, but it’s hard to remember when I was a child or when I had a childhood.
Even before the games, I fought to survive and help my family survive. I trapped animals by the fences and worked for anyone willing to pay. And not to talk about the horrors from after my first game.
Now we live in a house on the edge of the woods in district 7. Johanna has started building a log cabin farther into the woods, as she has wanted to do for a long time, it’s part of her therapy I think. I meet with my therapist meets with me every Saturday morning, and so far she’s said I’ve made no improvements.
She wants to actually meet in person this weekend so we can try a new method. I agreed, only because I knew Johanna would be in the woods. She would probably stay close enough to hear me if I scream, she’s always nervous to leave me with strangers.
Johanna had left early for the woods, claiming she wanted to get a lot of work done. My therapist showed up with a large bag over her shoulder. She made herself comfortable in Johanna and my living room. She accepts my offer of water, rejecting coffee or tea.
“So how have you been sleeping?” She asks, as soon as I sit across from her.
“Umm… The usual amount… I guess maybe a little more…” I reply shyly. I hated that question.
“That’s good that you are increasing your sleep, even just a little. That’s a huge step for you!” She said, she was sincere, but I always feel like she’s being sarcastic. “What about nightmares?”
“No change,” I said almost too fast. It’s not that there was an increase in number, it was an increase in severity.
“Okay, now I was hoping you would be willing to talk about what you were like before the games?” The therapist asked.
“God it’s been so long, I guess I was a normal child? I mean I had a family, I went to school, worked. I was the average kid in my district.” I reply.
“So what I’m hearing is you never really had time for those key parts of being a kid?” The therapist asked, “Did you feel like your needs were being met in all capacities?”
“Yeah! My family gave me the best life they could!” I yell, I felt like she was spitting on the efforts and the fight they put into providing the life I had.
“I didn’t mean to offend you, I simply meant compared to that of perhaps a capital child!” The therapist explained, “the reason I brought it up is so I could be positive that this therapy had a chance to be helpful.”
“What is this therapy?” I said reserved again.
“So it’s called age regression. It is a coping/therapeutic method that helps you reconnect to your inner child, to a point where you were safe and felt loved.” The therapist explained, “what it is, is you revert to a childlike mental state where you will have a chance to engage with like like you are that age.”
I grumble, almost embarrassed that this is even a suggestion. I think about how Johanna’s therapist told her to build the house she wanted and acknowledge the way she feels. AND I GET TURNED INTO A BABY?
“You don’t seem thrilled by the idea, however, I would really like you to give it a genuine try.” The therapist said, “I won’t ask you to attempt in front of me as I know you aren’t ready for that yet. But I would also like you to reflect if there was any time you might have accidentally or unintentionally regressed okay?”
“Yeah, I guess I can try to do that.” I signed.
“Okay, I will leave you with this bag of different items that might help you regress. And how about we call next week and meet in person the time after that?” She asked.
“Yeah, that will work for me,” I said staring at the bag as if it could come alive at any point.
She was quick to leave after that. Once I was alone, I picked up the bag. However, the door goes flying open, and in comes Johanna. She tried to play it cool, but it was obvious she wanted to make sure I was okay.
“What’s in the bag?” Johanna immediately asked, pointing her ax at it.
“Apparently stuff for a new type of therapy…” I gave up the information.
“Yeah? Morphling? That’s some good stuff to help you forget the pain.” She jabs at herself, she had an intense addiction after she was held in the capital.
“Umm… no… I don’t know exactly what is in it…” I didn’t lie, I technically didn’t know exactly what was in the bag.
“Okay,” She raised her hands as a surrender, “I have to get back to work, but I’ll be back before dinner tonight.”
“Okay, be safe,” I reply.
“Obviously, got a lot to do still!” She replied.
With Johanna gone, I brought the bag to my room. I closed to door and immediately started going through the bag. I was almost embarrassed to say that I was excited, it felt like I was getting lots of gifts.
On the top of the bag, I pulled out fake stuffed animals, a bunny, and a bear. I giggled lightly thinking of how Jo and I presented, the stuffed animals looked like us. I was fast and jumpy during my games, like a bunny. Johanna was strong and sturdy with her axe during her games, like a bear.
I go into the bag again and find a few types of dolls. Then I pull out diapers, I yelp at this. I placed the diapers very far away, I wasn’t willing to try that! I grab another item quickly to avoid lingering on the diapers. The item I pull out is a storybook. It was a picture book, it looked like something I would have enjoyed as a kid.
I dove into the bag again, this time pulling out a coloring book. I could do that and not feel too embarrassed. I continued pulling stuff from the bags, primarily toys, pacifiers, and teethers.
With everything laid out, I decided that I was willing to try the coloring books and teethers/paci tonight. The stuffed animals somehow already made themselves at home on my bed. I guess I should put on something comfortable and try what the therapist said.
Once cozy, I lay on the floor and begin looking through the coloring book. I settle on a picture of a Pegasus with butterflies. I begin coloring the picture, I start on the butterflies, coloring the wings a burnt orange. I was cautious of the edges.
Soon enough, I was done coloring the butterflies and I am feeling slightly fuzzy in the head. It was odd, it felt like when I would go to the parties in the capital and would drink the strange bubbly drinks, that always made me giggly. I was giggly now too. I notice I am not holding the crayon correctly anymore. I am gripping it in my fist, and rubbing it against the page.
I feel light, almost weightless. It is nice to feel so carefree, I am childlike again. I feel like when I was 7. I dive back into coloring, one page turns into two turns into a handful. My drawing begins to ignore the lines and I pick the most fun colors rather than the ones that would work together the best. I start sprawling on the floor, rubbing my eyes with my balled-up fist, and haphazardly swiping my hair out of my face with no grace.
I suppose it must have been a while since I began my session. Because it grew dark in my room, as the light from the window faded out of view. I whimper at the change in light, I feel silly being scared of the dark but I was so small. Smaller than when I was 7, I wanted Johanna. I always felt safe with her. However, I couldn’t let her see me like this. I felt embarrassed that this made me feel better, I should be able to deal with it like every other victor. But here I am sprawled on the ground giggling at the pictures I color, as my thumb migrates toward my mouth. Just as it passes my lips, the slamming of a door startles me. Johanna always was rough on the doors after a long day.
“(Y/N)?” She yelled out from the living room. I freeze, think big thoughts, think big thoughts I repeat to myself.
“Yes?” I yell back, I sounded wrong. I move to get up and go to the door, hoping she wasn’t set on coming into my room as there was no time to get everything hidden before she comes in. I was lucky enough to slip out before she made it to my door. I smile at the sight of her sweaty frame, she had been working hard on the cabin. Seeing her like this was always slightly domestic, she had a slight smile and her axe was left at the door.
“What have you been up to, birdie?” Johanna asked, she called me that as the first time we met, I squawked like a bird. I did not mean to she startled me and now she wouldn’t let me live it down.
“I was doing something that the doc wanted me to do…” I reply shyly, It was scary to talk about treatment. Johanna would want to know, making a comment about ‘supporting’ each other. She acted like it was important to us, but I think she just likes being nosy. “I meant to make dinner, but I go distracted…”
“You sound off, weird almost,” Johanna said bluntly, she didn’t mean it in an offensive way she just spoke like that. “How about we cook up some soup now? We got that rice from district 11 that you liked, we can try to make the rice soup seeder made that one time.”
She always seems to remember the small things that I liked. Last week, she decided to visit Finnick (He was alive but had some nasty scars from the muttations.), and came back with a Tupperware of the same dessert Annie made for her baby shower. I mentioned once that I wish I had the recipe so I could remake it, but I knew it was an important family recipe for Annie so I didn't pry.
“I would like that…” I reply, I sounded small and innocent still like a child. Johanna said nothing this time, I suppose she didn’t care enough to point out that fact.
“Start filling that pot up with water, I’m gonna clean up a little,” Johanna says walking to the bathroom, Johanna has gotten better with showers and water in general. She doesn’t freak out about water she knows is going to touch her, but surprise water still gets to her. Puddles, rain, and any splashes.
Once the pot is filled up, Johanna is out of the shower. She is dressed in a tank top and sweatpants. She looks so pretty.
“All filled up, what is the next step chef?” I asked my voice almost back to normal. I still felt slightly fuzzy in my head.
“You are gonna chop up some broccoli, and I am going to make the base and rice.” She said she was always good at delegating work.
With that, she’s pulling goods out of the pantry and fridge, and I am getting the knife and cutting block. By the time I get the large block of wood, I am pretty sure Johanna made it. If I was being honest, using a knife made me nervous still. I would start to shake and think back to my game.
I stood there staring at the board that had broccoli sitting on it, the knife in my hand. I didn’t mean to space out at this scene. I must have stood there too long, not moving. I felt a hand wrap around mine, as I hold the knife. My head whipped around only to see Johanna’s pity-filled smile.
“It’s just broccoli,” Johanna said, it was blunt. It was meant to be soothing though, it worked better on me than it would on others. Johanna did the leg work of cutting up on veggies while I just leaned back into her sturdy frame.
Johanna was always overly gentle with me, even when she was rough on me it did not compare to the roughness she had towards others. When she had flashbacks or breaks, she never hurt me. She would scream and cry, trying to get me away, but would never hurt me. When we first moved back to district 7, she would rarely shower due to her fear of it, however, I slowly got her to shower. I would stand in the way of the water and she would let the mist that bounced off me hit her. It took a while but she eventually got to a point where she was comfortable showering alone.
“You know you can tell me what your head doctor said to you right?” Johanna asked, before following it up, “Or I could call her and have her tell me…”
“I feel like that would be breaking a rule,” I giggled at her. We placed the knife down as we finished cutting the vegetables.
“Then tell me, little bird,” Johanna said, as she poked at my sides. I felt my face go red and my eyes water a bit.
“You will make fun of me, and then leave me here alone,” I reply looking down at my hands.
“Now, does that sound like something I would do?” She asked as she dumped the vegetables into the soup and left it to simmer. “What if I told you something that my head doctor told me to do that I don’t like?”
I stood there, ‘would I trade a secret for a secret?’. I nod as I pull myself onto the counter to sit.
“My doctor says it's important that I start connecting with more people and try to connect on a different level…” Johanna all but groaned out.
“Like date someone?” I squeak back.
“I suppose, something about taking care of someone I connect with and care about… blah blah blah. Like I pay attention to that.” Johanna huffed, her eyes bearing into mine as to say she wanted to say more, to be vulnerable but wasn’t able to form the words.
“Do you not want to ever have that? Someone that loves you as you love them?” I ask quickly, I was never good at hiding my feelings. I always had an affection for her, although I tried to break it. As Johanna would always refuse to love another person after what happened to her.
“I…” She starts and trails off as she stares into my doe eyes. She bit the inside of my cheeks as her eyes flicker to my lips. “Stop trying to stall, tell me what your stupid head doctor said.
I stare at her for a second before reaching my pinky out and asking her if she would still stay with me no matter what. She connected our fingers with a small scuff at my antics. I soon spoke, “So she said before we could deal with the trauma from the games and the umm… you know afterward. I have to address the trauma I have from my childhood…”
“What the f*** does that even mean?” Johanna says, getting angry that the doctor wasn’t just fixing me. I appreciate that she cares this much, but she was being loud and aggressive about it and it startled me.
“She wants me to create a safe childhood for myself…” I am still picking at my nails but I am hyper aware of her shifting next to me.
“What?” She was confused, I could almost hear the cogs turning in her hair.
“She ummm… she wants me to regress…” I finally say, Johanna still didn’t understand but she faked a smile.
“Well, do you think it will fix the screws that are loose?” She asked, it was all she could, she didn’t know anything about it. All I could do was shrug before turning my attention to getting bowls and spoons.
Johanna did not push the topic anymore, at dinner she talked about how the cabin was coming along. She said that I was going to get to decorate it, she would make any furniture I wanted. It was her way of sharing what mattered to her. Her love language
I told her the following day I was going to go into the market to get groceries and asked if there was anything she needed. She said no like always, she always wanted to be the provider. I only smiled and nodded before resuming eating my soup.
The evening was like any other, Johanna and I sat on the couch. She is reading a book about an adventure that takes place far away from here. I sat close to her, writing a grocery list. My head eventually makes its way to her lap. Her hand finds its way to my head, playing with strands, almost petting me. Johanna and I fell asleep like this, I was the first to fall asleep obviously.
This happens a lot, usually when this happens Johanna will either carry me to bed or if she is tired also she will simply wiggle in. She tries to wake up before me so I dont catch her being soft but sometimes I get lucky. I was not lucky that morning, she was gone by the time I woke up. She was most likely in the woods again or perhaps she went to speak with the lady down the street to get a new ax head made.
I did not fret over her whereabouts, she was strong and reliable. I was quick getting ready, I loved days at the market. Now that people are able to enjoy life, the market was light and airy. Kids played and danced, there was always music playing and the shopkeepers were always throwing extra into my bag, as I was a ‘leader’ in the rebellion. I always refused the gifts, I was never a leader, simply a survivor.
Today I stopped by a small flower stand, I always pause to look at them. I could never get myself to buy them, I feel like a capital citizen using money on lavish goods when people could be starving. I am aware the war is over and the likelihood of starvation is low with the new leadership.
I was in the market for about two hours before deciding to walk back to victors village. I took what was considered the long way back, and it only took an additional 5 minutes. However, I enjoyed the extra 5 minutes of birds singing and trees so tall I couldn’t see the top.
When I returned, I opened the door to find Johanna on the couch reading a book. ‘Must have decided to have a short day,’ I think as I drop the groceries in the kitchen before walking over to see how she was. Once I walk back into the living room, I see the title of the book she was reading. I freeze, “Age regression: explanations and tips”. There were other books all similarly themed.
“What are you doing?” I ask nervously. I nibbled on my lip to keep from attempting to remain grounded.
“Reading.” She said dryly, flipping the page. She was obviously enthralled by the book. She had tabs sticking out of it and a pen in her lap.
“You don't have to read that, you can act like nothing is happening!” I meekly reply. I want to cry from embarrassment, how could I be doing this nonchalantly. This is embarrassing.
“Why would I do that? That is stupid.” She didn’t spare a glance away from the book, “Do you need help with the groceries?”
“Umm… No, I can do it. You don’t have to worry about it.” I sputtered out as she finally glanced away from the page she was on, placing a bookmark in it and stood up.
“Too late, you are stuck with my help.” Johanna grunted walking past me to the kitchen.
I follow behind, looking lost. All I could really think of was ‘why?’. Why would Johanna go out of her way to do this for me? Why did it seem she was enjoying my suffering?
“Ohhh, you got the stuff for the meal we had when Katniss visited! It was tasty. When are we making it?” She asked, snapping me out of my mental tirade.
“We can make it whenever, there isn't a specific day I was planning to make it.” I reply, grabbing the bag that held the fruits I bought us.
“Cool, cool. You should read some of the books I got, they are really informative.” She said, watching me like she did during the 75th hunger games. Cautiously, ready to save me from an unseen force.
“Why did you get them?” I ask, staring at the apples I placed in our fridge.
“Well we are gonna be living together for a while so I thought I should at least know a little of what was going on in that head…” Johanna trailed off, an unsureness settling over us.
We let the silence fill the room until she lets out a forced cough. I popped my head up from were I was squatting, still holding the food I meant to put away. She spoke, “So I read that usually regressors have a caregiver, did your doc say anything about getting one?”
I shook my head, not knowing exactly what it was. I did understand she seemed bitter about it. She seemed glad to know I wasn’t planning to get one, she was rather territorial.
“Okay, for now perhaps, I could take on that role? Then my shrink is happy and I know that you are safe.” She suggests.
“Okay, I suppose that’s okay. I don’t know what that means though.” I said.
“I will teach you”
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timing's a bitch (s.h) - 2/5
n e w y e a r s '8 6
"if i just wanted someone to hold then really anyone would do, i close my eyes and really try not to turn them into you" no use i just do, hayley williams (x)
"if you have chemistry, you only need one other thing...timing. but timing is a bitch" - how i met your mother
a.k.a the three times that steve harrington chose the wrong moment, the one time that you chose the wrong moment, and the one time you both got it right (series masterlist)
warnings: mentions of underage drinking (all characters are 18+ but this is set in america lol) & also very minor references to smut
a/n: thank you so much for all the love on this series!! also massive apologies for the delay, i had massive writers' block and work was wiping me out :') still, i hope you enjoy. only three more wrong moments to go. - jazz
p.s no one in this chapter is meant to be reasonable😉
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Steve Harrington hadn’t expected to spend New Years’ Eve of 1986 in a nightclub in Manhattan. 
To be honest, he hadn’t even expected to be here. 
Neither had you. And you didn’t even know of his whereabouts yet.
He’d been…lonely, after Christmas. Actually, he’d been lonely since the moment you left. Steve had known Hawkins before you and he’d known Hawkins with you but he had never prepared himself for Hawkins without you. Even when you called everyday and wrote letters every other week, there was still a gaping, you-sized hole in his life. Pictures of you hung up around his room; Polaroids and photo booth strips that dated back to the late seventies; records you’d brought him and drawn him; the silly, dumb notes you used to pass to each other in class. It wasn’t until you left that Steve realised his entire life was basically a shrine to you. 
Christmas was great. Seeing you was great. It had been nothing but hugs and smiles and warmth for a week straight. The celebrations came and went and before he knew it, Steve was dropping you off the airport and hugging you goodbye. It stung a little less this time, know that he knew what to expect in the aftermath, but coming back to an empty house had killed him inside. 
So, Steve started driving. And he kept driving until he reached the night club that he knew you’d be at. Even though it took him twelve fucking hours and fifty goddamn bucks on the door because he wasn’t old enough to be in here and especially not to be drinking. It left him wondering how much you’d paid to get in. Probably not a lot - even back in Hawkins, most bouncers just let you in. Why wouldn’t they? Maybe you were a bit haywire and crazy around the edges but you were also beautiful. One look at your smile, and the way you flashed your eyes with a stupid joke? You could get in anywhere. Steve Harrington was convinced that you were insane enough to open any door in the world. And yet, you stayed at the Hideaway. Every other Friday, with him and a pint of whatever shitty beer they had going. Because even though you get into any club in town, Steve was limited to wherever the fuck Eddie Munson could sneak him in. You’d never been one to stray away from Steve’s side. 
So…yeah. Coming here had been unexpected and god, Steve hated clubbing. What was the point of a room of sweaty people and loud music? That was all he could think about as people thudded into him, one by one in time to a fucked up remix of a Queen song. He just needed to find you and then get the fuck out of here. He had nothing planned in terms of a speech, or even the faintest idea of what he was going to say. He just wanted to see you. That was all. 
“Hey, man! What where the fuck you’re going!”
A sharp elbow came into contact with Steve’s ribs, and he turned around to see you. There was a scowl on face, then a look of disbelief, and before he knew it, you’d almost tackled him to the ground in a hug. 
“What the hell are you doing here?”
Steve hit the ground with an oof, breaking your fall with his own body. “I just missed you.”
You grinned. “I missed you too. How did you even know where I’d be?”
“You mentioned this club a few times last week. Sorry for just turning up-”
“- never apologise,” you cut him off. Stumbling up, you shoved aside a few dancers and stuck out your hand to help him up. “I’m happy to see you.”
You pulled Steve into another hug, hands balling up into the back of his shirt as you did. Steve had always given the best hugs. For as long as you could remember, all your problems could be fixed with a hug from him. Bad grades, shitty boys, fights with your parents. They were all menial, but even now, after a few months in the big city, you were certain they could fix bigger ones too. 
“C’mon, Steve,” you took his hand in yours. “Let’s talk properly outside. Yelling over this music is gonna kill me.”
Keeping his hand in yours, you pulled Steve across the club and towards the smoking area on the other side. It was amazing, really, the way you could just shove people aside with your elbows and a glare. You’d put the fear of God and/or yourself into him multiple times, so Steve couldn’t be surprised. 
The smoking area wasn’t as busy as the rest of the club. There were a few stragglers standing around - some with tobacco, some smoking something a little stronger. On the other side, a drunk girl was throwing up. You didn’t seem phased at all. Maybe you came to places like this often. Even though Steve had never known you to enjoy big crowds or loud music. 
“So, what do you wanna do?” Steve asked. “I saw a couple pizza places down the road. Maybe we could grab some food and then watch the ball drop, if you have a television-”
“- what do you mean?” you frowned. “I was gonna stay here. There’ll be a massive countdown and drinks and all my friends are inside.”
“Seriously?” he scoffed (however unintentionally). “I didn’t know you liked clubbing.”
Your face fell. “Don’t be an ass, Steve. Y’know I hate when you’re an ass.”
“Sorry,” Steve murmured. “I guess I don’t know what you enjoy doing at college. I forget it’s a different scene to Hawkins.”
“Hey, you’re good,” you smiled. “I’m just glad you’re here, okay?”
“Me too,” he returned the gesture, before glancing around the place. “So, what do you do here? Just…drink and dance?”
“Yeah, pretty much,” you shrugged. “It definitely looks awful from the outside but I promise my friends are fun. They’ve heard all about you and I’m sure you’ll love them.”
Friends. He’d heard about all your new friends; Jessica and Amanda and Tiffany and Daniel and…there were too many to remember. Steve knew that he was still your best, best friend, but it was nice to see you flourishing. It was clear they all loved you from the way their faces lit up. They gave Steve a smile too, and a it’s so nice to meet you! or a I’ve heard so much about you! 
Still though, clubbing certainly wasn’t his thing. He hadn’t expected it to be your thing either, but from the way you were throwing back shots and dancing around with your new friends, it was clear that it was. You’d shoot him a smile every few minutes, or grab him for a silly dance. All attempts to make him feel included. It wasn’t your fault that Steve had so quickly gone from excitement in seeing you to feeling like he was a sore limb. No one was doing anything to make him feel like that. Nobody but him, of course. 
It wasn’t until you approached the bar just before midnight that Steve followed you.
“Hey!” you gave him a bright smile. “Are you having fun?”
“I’m not not having fun,” he grimaced, but took your hands in his. “Look, I’m really tired and I just drove twelve hours without stopping and I really want to spend time with you tomorrow, okay? So I think I’m gonna head tonight, if you’re okay with me breaking into your apartment and crashing in your bed.”
“Oh, yeah,” your face fell a little, but you still forced a smile. “No, I get it. Take my keys, yeah? It’s the apartment building with red front door on the corner of 5th and 73rd. Apartment 48. My room is the first on the left and-”
“- it’s okay, I’ll find it,” Steve cut you off. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and gave your hands one last squeeze. “Happy New Year.”
“Happy New Year, Steve Harrington.”
Even though Steve had only had two pints of Budlight, he hadn’t considered that his alcohol tolerance was basically on the fucking floor. So, no driving for him. Just an obscenely overpriced yellow cab to take him a few blocks west. The streets of Manhattan weren’t exactly confusing, and maybe it was just dumb luck that your key fit into the first red door he found. Four floors up and two more doors in and that luck continued, right until he found himself managing to stumble into what he hoped and prayed was your apartment. 
It was a cozy little place that you’d rented from one of your parents’ friends. He worked in real estate in the city and quite honestly, you’d thanked your lucky fucking stars when you heard the words subsidized and rent. Maybe it was a little bare, but you’d made it your own. Steve couldn’t help but smile to himself at all the pictures of him around the room. 
Your room was just as cozy. Maybe it was a little funny that Steve’s head hit the pillow just as the fireworks outside went off - then he felt a bit bad. Had he ditched you? Maybe. But he had driven twelve hours just to unintentionally surprise you and he deserved rest. Even if you hadn’t asked that of him, even less expected it of him. Maybe he was just a little disappointed that you hadn’t wanted to spend New Years Eve sat in a pizza place with him. That was what you had done the year before. 
He fell asleep easily, the traffic outside becoming white noise. It wasn’t until a couple hours later - just gone 3AM, according to the clock on your bedside table - that you came crashing and stumbling in. Steve was woken by the sound of your shoes hitting the floor with a thud, and then a little fuck! as you stumbled out of your clothes and into a big NYU t-shirt. 
“Hey, hey, hey!” Steve suddenly sat up, barely catching you as you fell to the ground. “Why don’t you turn on the lights, genius?”
“I didn’t want to wake you,” you muttered. Were you mad? You seemed mad. 
“Hey,” he frowned. “What’s up?”
“Nothing-”
“- we both know what when you say nothing that it’s definitely not nothing,” he reminded you. “Are you gonna spit it out or am I gonna have to go through every single thing I did and said tonight before we find an answer?”
You scowled at him, knowing he was right. Steve didn’t have fifteen years of riding the fiery dragon that was your personality not to know how to humble you. 
“You said you missed me and that you came to see,” you muttered, folding your arms across your chest. 
“...and that’s why you’re mad?”
“No!” you snapped. “I’m mad because you stayed for like…all of five minutes and then left! You didn’t even try to talk to my friends or to even stay and then I had to spend the last two hours defending you whenever they pointed it out!”
“Pointed what out?!”
“That you left! That you barely spoke to them or to me-”
“- I’m sorry that clubbing isn’t my thing!” Steve cut you off, barely hiding his audible groan. “I left so you could have fun with your new friends, okay? I didn’t wanna kill the mood.”
“Steve,” you sighed. “You weren’t killing the mood. Why do you have to say things like that?”
“Because it’s true!” he huffed. “You have a life here and friends and…things have changed. And I think I’ve been left behind.”
“How?!” you demanded. “How have I left you behind?! Because I went clubbing for one fucking night instead of dropping my plans when you turned up out of the blue?!”
“Because you said that things wouldn’t change! And they have!”
“Of course things are going to change!” you yelled. “We’re growing up! I’m at college, you’re working full time! Life fucking changes, Steve!”
“What if it changes and you forget about me?”
“Oh my god,” you let out another groan. “Steve, my life does not revolve around you. I love you and you are my best friend but can’t you just appreciate what we have right now rather than worrying about what we might be?”
Steve opened his mouth to speak, but you kept going instead. 
“Maybe we won’t be friends in five years. Maybe we’ll be married with kids in ten or sharing a fucking grave in eighty but none of that matters if you just can’t appreciate what we are right now,” you continued. “Two people who love each other and-”
“- you think about us getting married?”
“That’s not what I said.”
“You literally just said it.”
“It was hypothetical-”
“- but you still said it-”
“- I also said that we might not be friends! Do you wanna bet which one is more likely to happen at the rate you’re going?”
You gave him a light thump to the chest. Steve caught your hand as it collided with him, large fingers holding your wrist. Your breath caught in your throat as he did, gaze catching his. The tension in the room had already been thick but in that moment, you couldn’t have cut it with a knife. He kept his grip on your hand, both your chests heaving with anger and frustration and rage and-
The first time you had kissed, it had been gentle. Experimental and a little toothy and maybe hungry after years and years of unpent teenage horniness, but whatever tension had built in the last three months alone made all those years look like nothing. This was desperate and deep, hands all over the other. Steve kept his palms splayed on your back, then on your neck, then on your ass, each time gripping you so tight, clinging onto you as though you might slip away if he didn’t. 
You fell back on the bed, one hand tangled in his hair and the other gripping his shirt. It was hard to register when exactly he took it off. Actually, when yours came off too, for that matter. Steve Harrington, as it turned out, was a man who consumed all your fucking senses all the fucking time. Ergo, it was hard to think about anything other than him, or what his hands were doing, or that you were finally about to go all the way with your best friend of fifteen years. 
It sort of clicked in your mind at some point that you probably should have stopped. It also registered in his mind. Still, neither of you did anything about it. You’d come this far now and it was hard to stop. Any consequences would be tomorrow’s problem. 
Happy New Year. 
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igotanidea · 1 year
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It was worth it :Dick Grayson x f!reader
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Massive thanks to @pinkcherryblossom18 for letting me use her idea for this story: Titans!Dick who unexpectedly shows up at his old friend house to seek help for Rachel, even though he knows how pissed said friend is going to be at him. So, the girl is just spending the day with her adoptive mother, Selina Kyle, planning on doing sth fun when someone knocks on the door. And even after being welcomed in a vigilante/villain style, Dick still thinks it was worth showing at reader's doorstep.
“So…..” Selina started stretching her arms lazily and leaning back on the couch, crossing her legs
“So what?”  the younger girl, her not-so-official adoptive daughter rolled her eyes trying not to show how annoyed she was
“So, I was thinking about a little bit of a mother-daughter time would be fun….”
“You’re not my mother.” The girl pointed out. They may not have been related, but during the years Selina Kyle raised Y/N Y/L/N the latter took a lot from her. Teasing and playing around was definitely one of those traits.  “But I’m listening. Honestly, it’s getting boring living in this hell hole. God, I miss Gotham sometimes.”
“From what I can tell you keep yourself rather busy” Selina leaned down and grabbed one of the stray cats Y/N was taking care of, absentmindedly starting to rub its fur, much to the animal’s delight “Such a cutie” she purred at it “though I miss this freaking city too. Sometimes.”
“Let me guess why” the girl smirked “I bet it’s because of one particular Gotham vigilante…”
“Watch your tongue, dear. Such insinuations are way beyond your level. I taught you better.”
“Yeah, yeah you did. No matter how hard I try I always get back to the old ways.”
“Call it instinct, honey.” Selina flashed a smile and fluttered her eyelashes.
“Oh, stop it. Can’t fool me with that trick” Y/N rolled her eyes again “Cut to the chase”
“You won’t let me have my fun, do you?” Selina sighed dramatically but soon turned back to her calculated self. “You know, there’s a new boutique on the 34th. We can go full fashion. My wardrobe really need some renewal and judging from your T-shirt, yours as well.”
“What’s wrong with it?” Y/N took a quick glance at her hoodie and tilted her head. “besides all the cut fur, of course.”
“Oh, honey….” Selina sighed “I’m gone for what? Two weeks….”
“Two months.” The girl corrected crossing her arms
“And you’re already turning into someone …. Ordinary. Such a shame. I really need to get you back in shape. What do you say? A little shopping spree. Don’t you miss that thrill?” she smiled and a few flashbacks run through Y/N’s head. One of them of how one night when she and Selina were running the streets after one particularly good action and surprisingly were stopped by two male-counterparts. But. Putting that aside, Y/N did miss some action and night blood rush. The cold night air on her face as she was jumping from one rooftop to another. The chills and adrenaline when she was flexing and doing her most crazy acrobatic shit. The act she put on while flirting with whoever could her to the object of interest, pretending to be innocent and gullible only to show her mastermind and perfect plan behind all of this. She was smart, she was shrewd, fast-think and ….. lazy. As much as she hated to admit it, moving out and being left all by herself made her…. Unwilling. Selina was right. It was such a shame that of late her abilities were going to waste.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Selina asked a bit worried about her protégé.
“Nothing” the girl shook her head “But….. can I ask you a question?”
“I don’t need to answer, right?”
“Actually, I would like you to answer. Please” Y/N looked at Selina with pleading, honest and sad expression and it moved something inside the Catwoman’s heart.
“All right. Don’t make me go all soft on you.” she hissed covering all the feelings raising in her chest. Despite everything, she treated Y/n as a daughter (or maybe younger sister, since thinking of herself as mother made her feel old. “What is it?”
“How do you still find all of it funny and thrilling?”
“I’m sorry?”
“You know. For me, the best part wasn;t the fact that we… I…. was doing something forbidden. It was rather the part of being chased. And sometimes, getting caught. And… you know…..” Y/n’s cheeks were now a bit flushed and Selina knew exactly what, or rather who she was referring to.
“Oh, honey. You really do need something to get your mind off things” she gently caressed girl’s face. “you reminiscence too much and that is no good. We’re going tonight. Hope you can still use that charm of yours.”
“Right” Y/N looked down. “I…..” before she could say a thing she was cut off by a firm knock on the door “Sorry, let me just check who intend on ruining my evening.”
Unwillingly she stood up from the couch and with a couple quiet long steps opened the door.
“I’m not interested in whatever you are selling so leave …. Oh, shit…..”
“Hi Y/N” the young man on the other side smiled lightly and awkwardly.
“No.” Y/N was quick to reach the frame and shut the door close. What the hell!? What was he doing here?! It’s been what? Three years? Three years since his titans team fell apart and he rushed away from everything he knew, her included. Three years of radio silence on his part (well, she did not reach for him either, but still it was his fault since he was the one who disappeared without a trace). Shit! And now he was standing by her door and she was wearing an old hoodie and stretched pants. Her hair were a mess and she still had that freaking pelage everywhere. Damn it! Her heart was pounding like crazy, blood rushing straight to her head. Even after all those years, he had such an effect on her. Groaning in annoyance she leaned her back on the door, praying he would just go away.
“Who is it?” Selina emerged from the room with her most hypnotizing stride “Definitely someone worth attention if you’re left like this.” She chuckled
“Dick Grayson” Y/N smiled viciously watching Selina’s expression drop
“Is he….?”
“From what I can tell he’s alone, but who knows?” the girl shrugged “You know the bats, they lurk in the shadows.”
“Fuck. “ Selina cussed “This is not how I planned on this day to go.”
“You think I wanted this?!” Y/N scoffed
“Well, you mentioned something about missing being chased…..”
“Oh, shut up!” the girl finally let her rage go. “Sorry.” She chucked “I know the rules. Play it cool. Play it nice.”
“Precisely. You did it so many times before, what’s one more. Deal with it fast and I’ll meet you on our rooftop at 10 p.m.” she patted girl’s cheek in a condescending manner. “Don’t let me down.” And with such words she slipped through the open window.
“Don’t let me down.” Y/N mocked sticking her tongue out in a child-like behavior. “Whatever you say, mother. Coward. Running away because the bat may be on her track.” She muttered to herself.
“Y/N. Please, open the door. I need your help.”
“You need my help, now, huh?” once again she opened the door abruptly, standing face to face with her old (more than) friend. “How about I give you a hand?” she raised an arm in attempt to slap him, but he was faster and grabbed her wrist. She did not falter as she used another hand, that reached the destination and with a loud snap met with his cheek.
“Ouch.” He hissed and let go of her arm.
“You deserved that! Three years, Grayson! Three fuckign years and now you just appear out of thin air with….. a child?”
“Y/N, meet Rachel. She’s ….. she has some powers….. Can we come inside so I will explain it further?”
“No.” Y/N took a step to the right blocking the entrance.
“Y/N. I’m begging you…..”
“Well that is a new thing…..”
“Don’t make a scene.”
“And why not exactly?” she pondered.  “Because you are afraid of being embarrassed in front of…..” she hang the sentence waiting for them to remind her the name of the girl
“Rachel” the youngest of the three helped
“Right. Rachel. Sorry for that little display, bet your friend Dick did not mention who I am.”
“Not…. exactly….”
“Oh, okey. Well, long story short, we used to be….. frankly, I don’t even know how to describe our relationship….”
“Y/N…..” Dick sighed, his face still red from the slap. Y/N was definitely stronger than she looked at first sight.
“I am talking now.” Her face was now filled with rage and it made her look so powerful and fierce the boy shut his mouth instantly, suddenly being reminded why he fell for her so easily in the past. She was a force not to play with, but on the other side she had this soft side, only a few people knew how to reach.
“I already like her” Rachel smiled.
“Y/N look, she has nowhere to go. Her mother was shot, she never knew her father and I know you know how that feels……”
“I…..” she dropped her gaze. He knew exactly where to hit. The point was, she really did know the feeling. Her parents abandoned her when she was barely 9. For four years she was running around foster homes, never really wanted, tossed like a used glove, never really taken care of, until Selina saw something more to her and took her in, and trained her and showed her something better in life. “I hate you, Grayson. Now, get in, both of you.” she pulled her unexpected visitors into the narrow hallway. “You can go wait in the living room, pet the cats or whatever. They are not as predatory as they seem.”
“Just like someone else I know” Dick smiled at Y/N when Rachel left.
“Stop it.”
“What?”
“You know what. Why did you come to me? Why not any of your Titans friend? Donna? Dawn? Hell, even Hank would be better choice than me.”
“No.”
“What?”
“They wouldn’t . They don’t really know how it feels like to be raised without parents. You and I. We do. And you have a thing for stray living beings.”
“I ….. I don’t…..” she snorted with disgust but couldn’t hide the fact that only a second later she was checking out what Rachel was doing, making sure the girl was all right “I’m not like that….”
“You are. Even if you don’t want to admit it. I know you.”
“You knew me years ago. How do you know I did not change for worse?”
“I know.”
“Ok, I’m gonna ask you again” she punched his chest only to get some of the accumulated energy out “why. The hell. Are. YOU. here? And how did you even find me!?”
“I missed you.” he confessed
“Oh, hell no! I’m not falling for that. Our parents followed that path and look where it got them. I’m not making the same mistake. I can take the girl in and that is all. I want nothing to do with you. Not after….. after everything…..”
“I made a mistake, all right? I never should have….”
“Shut up! Just shut up! I don’t want to hear you!” she covered her ears not wanting to let him sweet talk her “ I’m over you, don’t you understand that. I never wanted you to come back and haunt me and …..DAMN IT!” out of frustration she started throwing punches. The kind of kicks he could have easily dodged, but didn’t “why don’t you just fight back?!” she hissed and finally her fist met with his jaw, taking them both by surprise.
“Selina would be proud of you.” Dick muttered making sure his maxilla wasn’t dislocated.
“Don’t think so. It’s hard to impress people who take their alter-ego from an animal. You know that” he nodded taking a deep breath “If anything she would be disappointed I lost control like that. Does it…. Does it hurt much?”
“See. Soft spot. Told you.” Dick smiled widely and immediately hissed in pain
“Do you want another, symmetric punch on the other side.”
“It was still worth it, you know. Coming here. Seeing you. I meant what I said, I really did miss you.”
“If you keep running your mouth I’m gonna kick you in the groin.”
“Ok, all right. I’ll stop. You really did not change a thing.”
“I hate you. Now, tell me what is wrong with that demonic child you decided to put on my shoulders.”  
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menina-das-flores · 4 months
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summary: when sirius won’t stop tormenting you, you take revenge, but doesn’t exactly end as expected. 
sirius black x reader 
this is the first time i'm writing for tumblr so pls be nice to me!! also, english is not my first language so sorry in advance. enjoy!! :)
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I had just left the transfiguration class and was starving, so I made my way to the great hall and sat down at my house table. That was one of those days when the mess reigned, and I couldn't blame anyone but the marauders, don't get me wrong I don't hate them, I just deeply dislike most of them, (Peter, there will always be room for you at my table if you decide to leave these idiots.) but specifically I dislike the boy with dark black hair and deep grey eyes who looks like he's going to eat you alive at any second the most, that being Sirius Black, one of Professor Minnie's darlings. Also, speaking of the devil.
— Look who the cat brought! Or should I say kitty? — Being an animagus has never been so humiliating before...
— Fuck off, Black. — I rolled my eyes and went back to savoring my food while trying to read my DADA book, which obviously wouldn't work because Mr. Black had other plans.
— I'll sit here, of course, if you don't mind. — he grinned slyly and sat down next to me before I could even complain. He slung his arm around my shoulder and started jabbering something about how cats are overrated.
— You talk too much.
— Then shut me up.
Silence.
Now I understood what a "screaming silence" was.
I turned slowly towards him, who was starting to blush. I smiled wickedly, this was a great opportunity to tease him for the rest of the year, and finally do what I'd wanted to do since fourth grade.
— You really want to kiss me, uh? — he opened his mouth several times, but nothing came out. I smiled and slowly approached his mouth, watching him pull back as he tried to think straight. I sealed our lips in a quick peck.
— I... I thought you didn't liked me? — he looked so confused that I had to hold back my laughter.
— Why do you have to talk so much? — I picked up my books and stood up, seeing the people around us looking at us, I lowered my gaze and covered my mouth as I laughed.
— Is this some kind of joke? God, you're playing me, aren't you?
— Maybe... maybe not, who knows?
I smiled sheepishly and started walking towards the herbology class, but the only thing on my mind was him, how soft his lips were, what it would be like to run my hand through his hair, what it would really be like to kiss him. At this point it was obvious and it was all over my face, I was in love with Sirius Black... the idiot with dark black hair and grey eyes so deep they made me feel like I was drowning. And to be honest, I kind of liked the feeling.
A few days passed and I avoided him as much as I could, hoping he wouldn't notice. The annual slytherin party on the winter solstice was coming up, and I needed a new dress considering that they always throw the best parties, (thank you cool rich guys who plan parties with their parents' fortune, and thank you other slytherins for convincing them to do it.) I was waiting for Pandora in front of the Leaky Cauldron as usual, so I decided to go into an antique dress store and take a look at the options.
(...)
It was the one, I needed this dress, it was decided as soon as I saw it, it was a blue and black dress with blue crystals, maybe lapis lazuli or quartz, it had gold details and it was definitely the most beautiful dress I had ever seen. Pandora arrived a few minutes after my impulsive purchase and smiled broadly when she saw the dress on my body.
— You look perfect, Angel... Definitely the most beautiful girl at the solstice party. Believe me, no one will take their eyes off you, not even Sirius.
— Pandie, you know how to embarrass someone, don't you? Thank you, we'll be the prettiest indeed! But... what do you mean about Black?
— It's more than obvious that you have feelings for him, and I'm also sure that it's reciprocal and well, he'll be at the party, you know.
— Reciprocal? And no, I don't have feelings for him. - fuck... I should have thought he'd be at the party. Pandora fixed her earring while I looked for a dress that would suit her.
— Yes, yes... whatever, well, I overheard him saying something about liking an animagus girl , pain in the ass, who annoyed him so much that he wanted to scream, but who also had the most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen, and I assumed it was you. Besides, really? Come on, don't try to lie to your best friend.
— Pandie... you heard pain in the ass and you assumed it was me? What a great best friend. Well, okay, maybe I like him a bit, but that's beside the point, let's change the subject, shall we? How are you and Xenophillius?
We stayed in the store until it was time to go back, choosing accessories, shoes and things like that. I spent some time in my dorm thinking about him, Pandora could easily have heard wrong, but if there was even a small chance that he might like me, I should take it, right? I ignored this feeling for a while, the days passed and the party was tonight, happy winter solstice...
(...)
Right, the party starts at 9pm and I should probably get ready. After some time, my hair was finally done after a battle to keep it the way I wanted it, I'm already wearing makeup and a dress, I'll be late since my roommates have already left and I haven't put on my high heels or accessories yet.
I arrived at the party around half past nine, but well, they are the ones who came early. Anyway.... as soon as I set foot inside the slytherin common room I could smell firewhisky, hydromel and butterbeer. It was crowded and heavily decorated.
— Oh, look who it is. I didn't think I'd see you here, since you're avoiding me. — I'd recognize that voice anywhere, so I turned around slowly, hoping I wasn't completely red.
— Avoiding you? My life doesn't revolve around you, Black, my dear.
— Indeed, but I know when someone's busy and when they're trying to avoid me, and I can tell you, you're very good at it, I've been trying to talk to you all week. — He did?
— Did you? You must really like me. — It's more the other way around, honestly.
— I do, unfortunately. — he does what, now?
I raise my eyebrow in confusion and tilt my head to the side.
— Are you kidding? Obviously... is this revenge for the peck I gave you a few days ago? If it is, just forget it.
— I'm not joking, and I can't forget it either. Believe me, I've tried, I still haven't accepted that I'm in love with someone like you.
— Someone like me? I can say the same about you then.
— So you admit that you like me too? — he smiled for the first time that night, and I could see his grey eyes sparkle along with all the decorations of the same color, which only made me more mesmerized by him.
— Maybe...
— You need to stop saying maybe.
— And you need to stop talking.
He laughed as he rolled his eyes, pulled me by the waist and sealed our lips, he smelled like cigarretes, vanilla lip balm and whisky, and that kiss was everything and even more than I expected, for a moment I forgot everything around me, the music that was playing loudly started to get muffled and I could forget about the people around us, I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and messed his hair, slowly pulling away. I smiled and it was probably one of the most sincere smiles I've ever given, and I knew that even with all our differences and fights, he would always find a way to make me smile as if it were the first time.
I was in love with Sirius Black, and his bright, deep grey eyes.
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kindred-sims · 8 months
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She hadn’t been able to stand it.
Carrie had left the house a little while ago following the conclusion of dinner, excusing herself for some fresh air, although in reality, she just wanted to get away from her brother and Millicent. She had nothing against either of them, she was quite glad that Henry was getting to spend time with his friend again.
It was the blushing and bashful way he acted around her that had triggered her memories of that night with Clyde, and she’d soon began to grow incredibly bitter. Had kept walking through the snow, not too far from the house, but far enough to give herself some space.
It was...frustrating. It really was, and the worst part was, she still didn’t know why. These things came so naturally to her brother, to her parents’ even, to everyone except her. Why couldn’t she just be normal like everyone else, feel the way she was supposed to feel? Maybe she should’ve just said yes to Clyde’s offer, let him court her after all--
“Carrie?”
She blinked through her tears, looking up to see Genie standing in front of her. Her friend had been on her way to the Wakefield house to deliver her Christmas present for Carrie and to wish her a merry Christmas, but seeing her looking so despondent made her set the present aside, sit down next to her to inquire what was wrong.
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Carrie hadn’t wanted to say anything at first, but she’d also been so tired of keeping all of this bottled up for so long. She’d refused to say anything to her parents, they wouldn’t have understood and thankfully they hadn’t seemed to have pestered her that much since that night. But looking at Genie’s gentle and kind face unlocked something in her, and she began to pour her heart out. She talked about Clyde’s confession, the way he’d proposed a courtship, how she was just so frustrated with herself.
“I just hate it so much, Genie, its awful. I wish I could be like my brother and my parents, or—God, I wish I could be like you!” she’d cried, earning a look of confusion in return.
“What do you mean be like me?”
“You know, the Jackson twins. I saw you talking to them that night at the bonfire--”
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“Oh, that!” Genie exclaimed, and now it was Carrie’s turn to be confused. “I was only being polite, I really didn’t care for them all that much. If I were to be honest, I was hoping they’d go away so I’d have an excuse to come and find you…”
Genie’s expression softened, eyes glowing in the faint moonlight, meeting Carrie’s own misty ones. For a long, quiet moment, both girls only stared at each other, not uttering a single word. Just like it had all those years ago, Carrie’s stomach fluttered, and she felt her cheeks heating up.
Then it dawned on her.
She’d never felt that way with Clyde, because she’d always felt that way with Genie. And she’d not realized it until this exact moment.
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She didn’t have to say anything, and neither did Genie, as a mutual understanding seemed to pass between them. Each drew closer, and before they knew it, they were sharing their first kiss. A gentle, warm kiss, that caused the fluttering in Carrie’s stomach to become more rapid, and her heartbeat sped up.
This was the feeling she’d been missing out on, all along, and she was so glad to have found it.
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the-wild-nerdy-gay · 9 months
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What happens when you get burned
Izuku Midoriya x (gn)reader
I decided to write a little hurt comfort piece that came to me while I was in the shower. Am I working on this instead of my drafts? Maybe but shut up okay. I have to write this before it leaves me. Also I am writing this on my phone because my laptop is ancient and being a pain in the ass.
This takes place in an AU where UA is a university. Reader and Izuku have been together since reader’s third/final year and Izuku’s second year. They live together and reader is a pro hero working under Mirko and Izuku is in his third and final year. Mirko and reader have a strong mentor and student/slightly maternal relationship. Reader also has a quirk based off of a honey badger but it isn’t super described.
Warnings: hurt/comfort, vague descriptions of violence, mentions of blood and burns, Izuku is soft as all hell, non-sexual nudity on the reader’s part, reader’s parents aren’t around for whatever reason, there is a high chance of reader cursing (it’s me writing this come on), reader has issues accepting and asking for help, also reader has a white streak near the front of their hair because of their quirk. (It’s based on a honey badger, I’m not sure if I describe it much though)
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It was a few weeks after your boyfriend, Izuku, had moved into your apartment and you two had fallen into a nice little routine. You and Izuku would leave the house around the same time each morning, him going to university and you in your hero gear on your way to work. He would get home after getting off from his work study about half and hour before you would. You would get home at 6:30 on the dot or you would text him if you were going to be late for whatever reason. It was 7:45 and you weren’t home yet, you weren’t even answering your phone.
To say Izuku was worried would be an understatement. He was pacing your living room as he tried to call your cell for the nth time. His teeth dug into his thumb nail in worry as he continued to pace your living room. He eventually goes to your shared bedroom, deciding he was going to grab his jacket and go out looking for you.
It was then that your key could be heard jingling softly outside the door as you struggle to unlock it. The door swings open as you call out into the apartment with labored breath, “Honey? I’m home.”
You limp into the apartment, favoring your right leg while holding your right side with your left hand. You looked like you had been through hell, you’re hero suit is torn up, you are covered in scattered bruises and cuts, blood is splattered across your entire being and you are covered in dirt and dried sweat. Izuku comes rushing from the bedroom, dropping his jacket as soon as he sees you.
“Oh my god! Baby, are you alright?” He asks as he quickly joins your side, wrapping your arm over his shoulders while pulling you gently to lean against him so that he can support you. He pulls you into a gentle yet tight hug, relieved that you are alive and home at last. He presses a gentle kiss to your cheek while caressing your other one gently as he looks at you with a mix or relief and concern in his stunning green eyes.
“I’m sorry I’m late. I got caught up in a big fight at work, civilians and heroes alike were all hurt pretty badly and my phone was dead so I couldn’t text you. I’m sorry, honey.” You say, breathing still heavy as you lean against him, finally taking all weight off of your injured leg.
He gives you a soft smile at your apology before saying, “What matters is that you’re home and safe, my love. How are you doing? Are you hurt anywhere too badly?” He asks as concern for you takes over. He gently caresses the back of your head as he questions you, softly resting his head on yours as you lean against him. You let out a noise that sounds similar to a mix of a cough and a laugh before you answer.
“I’m pretty banged up to be honest, the worst are the burns on my right side and right leg. I got patched up but all the healing heroes were exhausted and I kept telling them to prioritize other heroes and civilians since I was one of the less injured believe it or not. By time they got back to me the best they could do was bandage me up. Once I finally got home the elevator was broken so I had to make it up two flights of stairs on my own.” You chuckle out the last part humorlessly at your bad luck.
He winces at the mention of your burns, knowing they must be unbelievably painful, his expression grows more concerned at your mention of making it up the stairs by yourself in this state. “I’m so sorry, sweetie. Is there anything I can do to help? I’m not sure how much I can help with the pain but I’ll do whatever I can for you.”
“Can you help me to the couch?” You ask clearly exhausted as you lean into his comforting touch. At this request he practically carries you to the couch, being mindful of all of your injuries before setting you down into the plush cushions as gently as possible.
“Are you comfortable there? Do you need any water or medicine? Just say the word and I’ll take care of it for you.” He asks wanting to make you as comfortable as possible.
“That would be great, you know there the pain meds are right?” You ask breathing deeply to cope with the pain as your eyebrows knit together.
“With the med kit, under the bathroom sink.” He responds as he heads to the bathroom quickly to grab the pain meds. He returns with the meds and a glass of water moments later. Izuku helps you drink and hands you the meds for you to take.
He sits next to you on the couch and gently caresses your arm. “If you need anything else or want anything at all, let me know and I’ll take care of it.” He says soothingly to you, concern seeping into his tone.
“Thank you, Izu.” You sigh out as the meds take effect and ease the pain.
“Anytime, sweetheart. Just get some rest, okay?” He says as he gently pulls you into his lap, needing to hold you close after being so worried about you and the emotional roller coaster of you getting home. He tries to make you as comfortable as you can be as your quirk causes you to slip into unconsciousness for a bit to let you heal some of your soreness and more minor injuries. He watches you as you rest against him with a worried expression, he has never seen you this injured before in his entire time of knowing you. You’re thicker and tougher skin protecting you from a lot of worse injuries but this is something else. He can’t help but wonder just who or what could have possibly done this to you.
You wake up about an hour later, shifting slightly. Izuku notices you are finally awake and moves the white chunk of hair near the front out of your face and gently caresses your cheek as you wake up.
“Hey, did you get some rest? Are you feeling any better?” He asks with a deeply concerned tone as he gives you a soft smile to try and comfort you.
“I’m still in pain from some of my injuries but the overall soreness is gone. I was going to try and take a shower to get all of this grime off of me.” You say as you try to stand up before quickly wincing and falling back down into Izuku’s lap. Luckily for you he caught you quickly with a worried look on his face as he gently guided you back to him.
“How about I take you to the bathroom?” He asks wanting to help you as much as he can.
“I don’t want to bother you with it. I can make it, just give me a second.” You say dismissing his offer.
“It’s not a bother at all, my love. Anything you need I’ll take care of for you, I’ll help you in any way I can.” Your comfort is the most important thing in the world to him, he loves you and seeing you in pain is agonizing for him. If he could trade places with you right now he would but he knows he can’t. He helps you stand as you wrap one of your arms over his broad shoulders. He would carry you if it weren’t for where your burns were located, preventing him from doing so.
“I’m sorry to make you do this, Izuku.”
“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart.” He says cutting you off from further apology. “I just want to make sure you’re alright and helping you is making me feel better.” He reassures you, making it sound like you needing help is helping him. It actually is but you don’t know that, helping you makes him happy, that’s just who he is.
“Okay…”
Soon he’s setting you down on the bathroom counter while giving you a soft loving smile. You bend down to start untying your boots and flinch at the movement of your side. He’s gently easing you back up with a look of worry on his face.
“I’m sorry, love. It looks like you might have to do everything here.” You say as tears form in your eyes from pain and a deep feeling of uselessness sinks into your bones. You can’t even take your damn boots off, what kind of hero are you? Izuku gently wipes the tears from your eyes with his thumb as he sends you a reassuring smile before kissing your forehead. He gets down on one knee in front of you as he unties your boot before carefully removing it. He handles you like he’s caring for an injured kitten, more like honey badger but close enough. Once he’s removed both of your boots he sets them to the side neatly, mentally taking note to clean them for you tomorrow, he stands back up and gently cups your face in his hands.
“Take it easy, my love. And tell me when you need help again instead of trying to do it yourself. I’m here to help you and if that means doing things for you then I’m happy to do them.” He says softly as he kisses the crown of your head. You plague this man’s every thought and he loves every second of it, please just let him take care of you. You sigh softly as an attempt at acceptance.
“Can you help me out of my clothes? I know I can’t get out of this on my own if I can’t even get one boot off.” You say sounding slightly dejected at being so helpless and needing him to do everything for you right now.
“Of course, darling. Let me know if you need a break or anything like that, I’ll try and make this as easy on you as I can.” He says in a warm, reassuring tone. He moves slowly and carefully as he removes each article of clothing, giving you ample opportunity to ask for a break if you need one. He removes everything so gently as he carefully avoids all of your major injuries. Because of his carefulness this is an almost painless procedure for you but for the few grimaces of pain you give he whispers a soft apology while kissing whatever un-injured skin is available. Soon you are completely undressed sitting on your bathroom counter.
“Thank you for being so careful with me.” You say sounding vulnerable as you try to remove the bandages that cover your burns before flinching once again.
“It’s not a problem. You are so precious to me, you know that? I want nothing more than for you to be safe and happy and I will take great care of you in any way I can to make sure of that.” He says softly as he caresses your face gently, easing all signs of pain from it. He kisses your cheek softly before he looks at your injuries.
“Let’s get these removed so they don’t soak up any water and hold it to your injuries.” He says knowing that’s a quick way to make things heal incorrectly or become infected.
“We can take it slow. Whatever you need, baby.” He starts to remove the bandages with gentle hands, revealing nasty burns that he’s frankly surprised anyone would let you walk away with let alone you make it up the stairs with. It’s slow work as the gauze clings bloodily to your burns, but he’ll take as long as he needs. No amount of time is too much if it’s for you. He wants, no he needs, to make sure he gives you the best care possible.
“Do you need anything before the shower? Water, medicine, anything like that? Just say it and it’s yours.” He says so sweetly in your ear as he stands in front of your naked form yet again.
“In all honesty I’m going to need help actually showering. I don’t even think I can wash myself on my own.” You say sounding slightly frustrated with yourself but mostly disappointed and dejected with how useless you feel.
“Hey, you are not useless.” He says sensing your thoughts. “My love, you have been through a lot of pain and a lot of fighting today; we both know that. You’re allowed to need help, that is okay.” He says cutting you off from any rebuttal you might have. He picks up one of your hands and presses a loving kiss you your palm.
“I’ll help with the shower, okay? I’m here, I’ll take care of you. Just say what you need and I’ll do my best to help.”
“Okay, I’m sorry, I’m just not used to not having to do everything on my own when things like this happen. Can you please take me to the shower and help me wash off all this grime? I’m tired of feeling gross on top of the pain.” You ask so softly, you sound so vulnerable, so different from his brave, unshakable partner and it breaks his heart. Although the fact that you feel safe enough with him to let him see this side of you tells him he’s doing something right as your boyfriend, that doesn’t mean he likes seeing you hurt like this though.
“It’s alright; there’s no reason to be sorry.” He says as he wraps his arms around your shoulders softly while kissing the top of your head. He wants you to feel safe and to know that there isn’t a single reason you need to apologize for needing help.
“I’ll help you with the shower, love. You won’t have to worry about a thing.” He speaks into your scalp before he heads to the shower to turn it on and get it to the right temperature, not too hot as to aggravate your burns but also not too cold as to cause you any discomfort. He quickly returns to your side, not wanting to be away from you for more than a few seconds.
“Do you need anything before we get in? I’m here for you, whatever you need.” He asks so sweetly. He just wants to make sure you have everything you could ever need, especially now.
“I just want to be clean.” You sound so small, almost broken. It tears Izuku apart knowing how bad you must be hurting.
“You will be clean in no time, my love.” He lifts you off the counter with such care and helps you into the shower. The water soaking into the shirt and sweatpants he was wearing around your apartment before you had gotten home. Even as the warm water soaks into his clothes including his socks all of his attention is on you, the fabric clings to his built frame and he doesn’t notice as he does everything he can to take care of you.
“Thank you, Izuku.” You whisper as you lean against him in the shower. He really does care about you to the ends of the earth.
“It’s no trouble at all, sweetheart. You’re safe with me, no matter what, I’ll always take care of you.” He speaks so genuinely as he looks down at you with a sweet smile, his perfect green eyes radiating love for you.
“Tell me if you need to be a little more gentle, okay? I won’t be rough at all, I promise. We can take all the time you need. I’m here for you.” Every action he takes is one of undeniable love you you.
“Thank you.” You whisper softly as silent tears, caused by everything that happened, roll down your cheeks and mix with the water from the shower head. He notices the tears falling as you lean against him and he graces you with a soft caring look.
“Do you want to talk about it?” He asks. “You don’t have to of course but no matter what it is I’ll be here to listen, okay?” He says softly, he just wants to give you every bit of comfort he can. He’d let you do whatever you need to feel better. You stare ahead of yourself with and almost blank look as you stare at the tile wall silently for minutes. He waits for you patiently as he continues to get the blood, dirt, and sweat off of your skin. You continue to stare with that silent, blank look at the tile before speaking.
“Every time I close my eyes I can see what happened today. I see hurt people, I see the blood and their agonized facial expressions, I couldn’t even stop to help ease any of their suffering. I practically hear their screams of fear and pain. It echoes in my head, I hear it all. I see my mentor on the ground completely unmoving. I thought Mirko died, I thought she was gone. I thought I lost my mentor. I can still hear her agonized screams go silent, hear my boots on the ground as I rush to her side, feel the fire tear into my skin as I defend her body… That’s how I got these burns, I wouldn’t let anyone near her. She’s the closest thing to a mom I have left and I thought I lost her because I wasn’t fast enough.” The words tumble out of you before silent sobs rack your system. Shaking as you lean into him while the shower rains water on top of both of you.
His heart breaks at your words. You’re words speak of the pain you felt as you fought for not only your own life but the life of someone so important to you as well. He can’t imagine the fear you felt when you heard Mirko’s screams. He hugs you tightly and carefully as he pets your head soothingly, his heart shatters as you continue to sob and your hands grip tightly into his soaked tshirt. All he wants right now is to take that pain away from you but he can’t so he just continues to hold you, keeping you from completely falling apart.
“The paramedics said that because I kept her safe after she went down they were able to save her but I haven’t seen her since they took her away. I just…I just can’t…can’t make myself believe she’s okay. I know they told me she’s alive and fully healed but I can’t make myself believe she’s not dead. No matter what anyone tells me I just keep seeing her unmoving body.” You sob out against his chest, naked and emotionally vulnerable against him as the shower continues to wash away your tears. He continues to hold you tightly as he runs his fingers though you’re hair. With each sob you let out he can feel a deep sharp pain in his chest. He knows all he can do is hold you right now but god he wishes he could do more.
“I’m sorry….I’m so sorry.” You repeat over and over again into his chest. You can just barely be heard over the sound of the water, you sound so broken in this very moment and Izuku can’t help it. He wants to tear apart whatever did this to you, his precious love. But he knows you took care of it, you’re so strong like that, he knows you wouldn’t let someone get away with hurting that many people or your mentor without them paying for it dearly. He also knows something else, you need and you deserve soft gentle love and comfort right now. So he pushes that fierce protectiveness away and focuses on holding you and giving you whatever you need.
“Don’t be sorry, my love.” He whispers against the top of your head as he continues to run his fingers through your hair.
“You have absolutely nothing to apologize for.” He continues as the pain in his heart grows each time those words tumble out of your mouth, he tries not to let it show for you though. Right here, right now; you can be as emotional, and as fragile as you need. You need that and he is going to give it to you, just like everything else you could ever need or want.
Soon enough, you run out of tears to cry as you lean against him; completely and totally emotionally exhausted. But you are now clean thanks to him. He continues to hold you as he caresses the back of your head softly. The shower seems to have washed away some of your pain as well which gives him some hope of you healing from this, both physically and emotionally.
“I’m proud of you, my love. Everything you went through, everything you felt…it takes courage to deal with all of that, and you did it. I couldn’t ask for a better partner by my side.” He says softly to you as he tilts your head up to look into your eyes. Those perfect eyes he fell in love with, they no longer show the pain they had when you limped into the apartment earlier that night, now they mostly look exhausted. You remain silent against him but he can tell you are at least felling better now that you aren’t holding that all in. The concerned look on his face melts into a look of love and kindness before he kisses your forehead. He continues to hold you for a bit longer, just wanting to make you feel as loved and safe as possible before he turns off the water.
“Can you help me dry of and re-bandage these burns?” You ask in the smallest voice he has ever heard from you. He smiles however, finally hearing you speak again after remaining silent for so long. He can tell you are coming out of it and that you will be okay.
“Of course, my love. I’m here to take care of you.” He says softly as he sets you down on the edge of the tub. He grabs a warm fluffy towel and gently drys you off before wrapping it around you. He then begins to carefully clean and re-bandage all of your wounds. He even covers the minor cuts you’ve managed to receive with bandaids. He places a gentle kiss on the undamaged skin near your burns and places soft kisses on all of your smaller, less tender injuries. You feel absolutely no pain through the entire thing thanks to his feather light touches and his careful attention to you. You continue to stare off into space as he works, still haunted by what you saw today but no longer feeling alone in it.
“Thank you.” You whisper in a small exhausted voice.
“It’s no problem at all, love. I’m here to help you however you need. You aren’t alone, my love, you’ll never be alone when you’re with me.” He says as he kneels in front of you, catching your eyes with those soft emerald green ones of his.
“Can you get me some clean clothes and help me get dressed?” You ask again in that small vulnerable voice. He smiles at the request though, happy to see you asking him for help even when it’s not needed.
“Of course I can, my love.” He says lovingly as he strips out of his dripping clothes, leaving him in his boxers before grabbing another towel and drying himself off. He doesn’t want to drop water all over the apartment and give you something to slip on especially in your injured state. He leaves and returns quickly, now dressed in a dry shirt and sweatpants, carrying a change of clothes for you. It’s your favorite shirt to wear of his and your favorite sweatpants of his to steal. They fit you loosely so he knows they won’t aggravate or squeeze your injuries. He helps you get dressed again, it’s again a slow and careful process as he diligently makes sure you don’t get hurt again. Once you’re dressed Izuku gives you a kiss on the cheek and kneels in front of you again as you sit on the edge of the tub.
“Do you want anything to eat or drink, love? Anything at all, we can even order from that takeout place you like or I could make your favorite.” He offers as he caresses your arm, planting kisses to your knuckles.
“I think I just want to rest and be held if that’s alright.” You say as you look up at him, almost afraid of being too needy even though you went through hell today.
“That’s absolutely alright with me.” He says as he gives you a soft look. He wants to show you that it’s safe for you to feel vulnerable around him.
“Rest all you need, love. Just let me know if you need or want anything. I’ll always be here to support you.” He gently kisses your forehead after he finishes speaking.
“I just want you here.” You say softly as a single tear rolls down your cheek in relief at finally, finally feeling safe after everything.
He wipes away your tear with his thumb. This is one of the only times he’s ever seen you cry in the three years he’s known you and frankly those two times was more than enough for a lifetime with you. He never wants you to be this upset again, in his mind the only tears he deems acceptable are tears of joy. To him you deserve to be so happy that you only know tears of joy, you should never have to hurt like this.
“Then that’s what you’ll get.” He responds determined to give you everything you want as he holds you close to him. He holds you firmly and safely, he wants you to feel the support he has for you through his touch, wants you to know he’ll always be here for you and never abandon you. He stands with you, lifting you of the edge of the tub, as you cling to him like a lifeline. Like he’s the one thing holding you up, which in all honesty he kind of is. You both stand there for a few minutes as he gives you physical and emotional support through his touch. After everything that happened today he wants to ensure that you know that you will always have him. After a few more moments of holding each other you whisper to him from where your head rest on his strong shoulder,
“Can we go to bed, honey?”
“Yes, darling, of course. Anything for you.” He says with so much love for you it practically drips from his words. He carefully helps you to the bedroom, practically carrying you the whole way before he tucks you into your shared bed.
“Is there anything you need before we sleep love? A glass of water, something to eat? You name it and it’s yours.” He asks softly as he strokes your cheek.
“Just stay with me? Please?” You ask softly, not wanting to be alone.
He gives you a reassuring smile as he gets into bed next to you. He gently pulls you to him, careful to avoid your injuries before he rest his chin on top of your head.
“I’ll stay right here, love. I’m not going anywhere.” He strokes your damp hair gently as he holds you tightly to himself. Nothing is going to hurt you while he’s here, he’ll make sure of it.
“I love you so much, sweetheart, and I’ll always be here too protect you.” He says into your hair but you barely hear him as you quickly fall asleep in his arms, finally looking peaceful for the first time since you got home.
He stays awake for a little while longer, holding you securely. He can hear the tv in the living room that he forgot to turn of, the news is playing softly and the can hear that they are talking about you.
“Honey Trap, pro hero and sidekick to pro hero Mirko, defends their mentor and hundreds of civilians from a fiery villain attack. Thanks to the two heroes fighting bravely there were no civilian or hero casualties. As of now Mirko is expected to make a full recovery thanks to the emergency medical staff, healing heroes, and her protégé Honey Trap protecting her. The pro Honey Trap was seen on their feet hours after the fight on their way home. We are wishing them both a speedy recovery and we thank them both for risking their lives to keep us all safe.” The news reporter says in her monotone news anchor voice. After hearing that Izuku can’t help but be proud of you, he looks down and brushes that white streak near the front of your hair out of your face before falling asleep himself.
The next day there was a sharp, loud knock on your apartment door. Izuku was washing dishes from when he had made you lunch and quickly dries he hands to go answer the door. Mirko was behind the door when he opened it.
“I’m here to check on them. Are they awake?” She asks the freckled man as soon as he opens the door, keeping her voice low to keep from disturbing you if you were asleep.
Izuku leads her to your bedroom where you’re laying down. He lets her in quietly as to not disturb you in case you had managed to fall back asleep. She quickly and quietly joins your side before you turn to look at the noise.
“Rumi! You’re okay!” You say excitedly as you try to sit up before flinching and laying back down.
“Take it easy, kid. You’re going to hurt yourself.” She says with a chuckle as she leans down to hug you. If you are capable of being excited then you will be fine. “I actually have you to thank for that you know. I saw the news and saw how you protected me after I went down. I’m proud of you, kid.” She says as a hand rest on your shoulder.
“I’m just glad you’re okay! I was so worried.” You say finally relaxing completely now that you can see her standing there in front of you.
“I knew you would be, that’s partially why I’m here.” She says as she ruffles your hair with her hand.
“Well now that you know I’m alive and I know you’re okay I’m going to let you rest. I’ll send a healer hero over here tomorrow for you, until then make sure you rest. And let this poor boy take care of you like we both know he wants to.” She says with a chuckle before taking her leave. Little did you know she was just as worried about you as you were about her, but you didn’t need to know that.
Author’s note time. Do I know how long this is? Absolutely not. But I do know it took me at least six hours of straight writing to complete it. This came to me in the shower a few nights ago and I knew I couldn’t let it go. Now I would like to especially thank @lovinkiri for not only encouraging all of my writing endeavors but also being a truly amazing friend. She is one of the best people I know and I couldn’t be more thankful she is a part of my life. Her writing inspires me to continue writing even though I don’t get much of it done and she encourages me to continue despite that fact. There have been a few mornings where I got out of bed because she was there and thanks to her I have been self isolating less. I can’t thank you enough for everything you do for me, bean. I love you and I hope you enjoyed.
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sturnslow · 1 month
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Broken hearts
Part one
Summary: y/n and the triplets grew up together but Matt and her never got along they hated each other but maybe that changes ??
Warnings in this chapter: swearing
I have known the triplets my whole life, I’ve grown up with them. My mom and their mom have been best friends since they were kids and so have me and the triplets, well not Matt. I hated Matt everything about him, the way he would leave the room when ever I would talk or come over, the way he would never be serious even when I needed him to too, the way he smiled, the way he would ruin all my relationships, but mostly I hated the way his girlfriend Isabella was just as bad as him.
I had just got home from work and walked into my house to see my bestfriend andreea, andreea and i have known eachother for 4 years but she was the best thing in my life she was my sister, if I ever needed something it was her who I would go too especially since I move away from home and didn’t have my mom to talk to anymore.
“What you smiling at” I asked her as she stared at me with a grin on her face
“don’t freak out but guess who just got a modelling job for LV” she jumped up
“NO WAY WHAT” I gasped
“yeah and guess who else is gonna be there” she said as I thought for a second, Felix I thought to myself. No she would be freaking out but then who else would It be
“Felix?” I asked her she nodded her then screamed
“OH MY GOD UR GONNA BE DOING MODELLING WITH FELIX YONGBOOK LEE” I shouted hugging her, she’s been obsessed with him for years and I was so happy for her.
A few hours had gone by andreea has already left to go model and I was omw to the triplets house to watch a movie with Chris and Nick maybe Matt depending on if his girlfriend was over she never wanted him in the same room as me, why would she care me and Matt hated eachother I’d never fall for that idiot.
I knocked on the door no answer, I went to knock again and the door opened. It was Isabella she rolled her eyes
“Ugh it’s you” she said fake gagging after, what an ass.
She walked inside grabbing matts arm trying to pull him out of the room, “come on Matt let’s go somewhere that smells nicer” she said giggling to herself. God I hate her too, Matt looked at me and realised I was stood there, he then turns to Isabella and pecked her on the lips “okay baby” he smiled at her then batting an eye at me, ew. They both went upstairs Matt chasing her up making her laugh.
“hey y/n” nick said pulling me into a hug I hugged him back stepping inside taking my shoes off.
“Y/NNNN” Chris shouted pushing me onto the couch “nice to see you too Chris” I laughed.
The room was set nicely I sat between Chris and Nick on the couch as we started to watch Alvin and the chickmunks.
To be honest I couldn’t focus on the movie when I could hear the couple upstairs laughing, could they shut the fuck up.
I lay my head on nicks shoulder we was about an hour in and the door upstairs slammed and we could hear Matt and Isabella shouting
“GET THE FUCK OUT BRO” Matt screamed
“I NEVER DID THAT” she snapped back, they both were now downstairs, they were arguing there always fucking arguing there relationship was toxic, and that’s another reason i hate Matt he can’t keep a stable relationship but he can control mine???
“Isabella you cheated now get out and don’t message me, call me or try to see me again we’re done and this time I’m being serious” Matt spoke angrily, me Chris and Nick had our jaws hung open. She cheated? What? With who? What happened? I had so many questions.
“Fine whatever fuck you matt.” She knocked over a glass of water before storming out slamming the door behind her.
I couldn’t tell if he was hurt or just angry, “you okay” I spoke up breaking the silence.
“I don’t need your pitty” Matt rolled his eyes.
“She’s just looking out for you Matt” Chris then said “and what even happened?” Chris added
“She was sending nudes to some guy she has been for months” he announced looking at the ground, for a moment I felt bad he seemed.. hurt but then again matts an ass but no one deserves to be cheated on
“Sorry bro” Chris responded
“Yeah you can do better” nick added on
“I told him that ages ago” I stated, Chris and Nick laughed
“Shut up ray don’t give dating advice if you don’t even know how to date or even dates anyone” he snapped
“Maybe because you ruin everything I have with any guy by making up lies or blocking them on my account or making them run away” I spat back
“Cause there ass holes” he growled
Why did Matt care, he doesn’t care about me so why stop me from dating ass hole. let’s face it, it’s Matt hes probably never heard of any of the guys I’ve ever had a date with and made up lies to stop me from being happy.
I snapped out of my thought but mad had already left the room and Chris and Nick were back to watching the movie, shortly after my eyes grew heavy and I fell asleep.
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I woke up to music playing, mmm i mumbled opening my eyes looking around, I was asleep on the triplets couch and Matt was in the kitchen getting water his eyes glued on his phone.
“What time is it” I asked. No response he didn’t even look at me and walked upstairs with the glass of water in his hands still staring down at his phone.
I checked my phone I had like 100 missed calls of Andreea, shit I never told her I stayed I didn’t even mean too I fell asleep, i called her back.
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“Andreea im so sorry i fell asleep” i said as soon as she picked up
“It’s okay but tell me next time I was worried”
“How did the brand deal go”
“Amazing I’ll tell u all about it when ur home come home now pleasee”
“Alright I’ll be home in 15”
We exchanged goodbyes before ending the phone, Chris and Nick were still asleep so I left them a message that I was leaving so they would see it when they wake up. I put my shoes and coat on and headed outside and got into my car,shit I mumbled I was out of gas and I lived to far to walk it. Just go ask him I kept telling myself as I walked back into the triplets house, I knew the answer was probably gonna be no Matt would never give me a ride home he’s a dick.
I knocked on his bedroom door I waited about 10 seconds before he opened it his eyes were puffy and his nose was red, had he been crying?
“You good” I asked “what the fuck do you want Y/N” he said leaning against the door frame “I’m out of gas and I need to get home” I explained.
“No.” That’s all he said staring at me with a blank stare
“Ur such an ass” i responded
“What because I’m not taking you home get over yourself” he spat back
“Whatever matt” I replied “Isabella was a bitch but she don’t deserve you she deserves better and you don’t deserve her you don’t deserve anyone’s love because you can’t show any care to anyone not even someone you have knows you whole life” I spat out walking away.
I walked into the garden of the triplets house about to order an Uber “get fucking in then” someone said I turn around, it was Matt, I didn’t complain I needed to get home I just rolled my eyes and got in the passenger seat.
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This is part one done I’ll try update the next one tomorrow hope y’all like it so far also lmk if u wanna be in my tag list
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harrystylesfan2686 · 3 months
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After All
Pairing: Harry x Reader
Summary: Reader and Harry were best friends but something happens between them which causes them to break up. What will it be like when they finally meet again after a while.
A/N: hope ya'll like this!❤️
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Who knew a kiss could change everything you felt about a person.
"I want you." I gasped. "Why do I want you?!"
I looked up at him as if he knew that answer.
His green blown out eyes and heavy breathing told me that he wanted me just as much.
"I have a husband. I'm married. I shouldn't want anyone else. I shouldn't love anyone else!"
He had wishper those three words to me in the privacy of just us being here together. I wanted to say it back so badly. I wanted to love him too just as he loved me but I can't.
I had rushed out of his house that night, tears running uncontrollably down my face with a heart break I had never felt before and cut him off from my life.
I had pushed my feeling deep inside my heart, praying to God they go away and I forgot him.
They didn't go away. I never forgot him.
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I watch the watch sparking blue in the sunlight, admiring the beauty and trying to distract myself from my love sitting next to me oh so closely. One shift to the left and we'd be touching.
We were at my parents anniversary celebration at the beach house. I had avoided him the last 2 years but there was no escape now. We had been best friends, attached to hip, ever since high school. Well, until that night.
''So, you're divorced?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Yep." I inhaled deeply preparing myself to give the explanation I've already gave a hundred times to different people.
''Can I ask what happened?" I smiled. He always makes sure to do something only if I'm comfortable.
''Turns out, he was cheating on me for the last 3 years" I gave him a tight-lipped smile, watching as his eyes darkened. ''Don't worry about it." I shrug. ''It just proves that we both didn't love each other. Honestly I feel like it's a good thing I found out because now I'll be able to love whoever I wanted. I just wish I'd found out sooner.'' His gaze shifted, sensing the undertone of my sentence.I sighed shifting my eyes back to the sea in front of us.
"Do you regret it?" He spoke so softly as if him asking this would trigger me somehow. I don't why he would think that. Theres nothing he could do to hurt me in any way.
I thought carefully before answering. "To be honest, the only thing I regret is no finding out sooner. If I'd known that we were stuck in a loveless marriage from both ends, I would've ended us way earlier without having the guilt of loving anyone else but my husband. I would've savored my moments with the one who I truly loved and never let him go." I looked back at those beautiful ocean eyes. "Maybe I wouldn't have pushed him away and loved him as he deserved to be loved with or without being married." He laced my hand to his and moved his thumb in comforting circles.
"I think your wrong." He whispered carefully. My face frowned as I listened to him. "I think if you hadn't pushed me away those years ago and acted as we wanted, you would've been driven by the quilt of that. Guilt of acting on you're emotions, guilt of cheating, guilt of betraying the scared bond of your marriage even if the marriage was tainted from the beginning." He hooked a fallen hair stand behind my ear. "And when you found out your husband was cheating to, sure you'd be a bit relieved that it wasn't just you that didn't want the marriage but you'd still be scolding yourself that you still cheated, doesn't matter if in a wanted or unwanted marriage."
I found myself shamelessly admiring the man in front of me with a smile on my face. His way with words is mesmerizing. And he's right I figured, I truly would've hated myself if I was to give in the urge I felt that day.
''What?'' He asked me, confused as to why I'm starting at him with a smile.
''How do you know me better than I know myself?'' I asked amused with he's speech.
He chuckled. A beautiful sound. The kind that I wanted to record and listen on loop for the rest of my life.
"Because I know you. I love you." He spoke the three words as if they were the most known thing he'd ever said.
My smile dropped. "Really? After all this time?" My words laced with uncertainty.
"Of course I do. I always have, and I always will." He cupped my cheek. "I told you, my love. You're it for me."
I push my lips to his and promise myself to love and cherish this wonderful man untill my last breath.
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LUNA SEA B-PASS 1996 21 Q&A [TRANS]
PART 2
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What's a dream that you've had recently?
RYUICHI: I had a dream where i was put on fire. i was on the rooftop of a building and i was talking to the sky and a random guy came and burned off my left arm.
SUGIZO: I don't remember.. i have a lot of dreams though.
INORAN: When we we're recording i was asleep dreaming about arranging songs.
J: I'm still dreaming now. I'm a boy who's always dreaming (laughs)
SHINYA: I always dream when i go to sleep so i don't know (laughs)
How would you describe what God is?
RYUICHI: Someone who knows everything
SUGIZO: God is the creator of everything, and all knowing. but his form might be all humans as well.
INORAN: ...I wonder where he could be
J: God's real form...i feel like it would be something inside all of us not a figure like Christ or Buddha
SHINYA: Something that is really important/precious. i have a really strong sense of faith so I've never missed hatsumoude (first shrine visit of the year).
What is something that lasts forever?
RYUICHI: I still haven't found it.
SUGIZO: The idea of space. but there might not be anything that lasts forever, but on my level of thinking i would say space
INORAN:hmm... i would definitely say love
J: That is something that I've always been searching for
SHINYA: Something that is endless would have to mean that it's something that you have to pursue but i guess that would also make it impossible to reach.
How do you spend most of your nights and from what hours?
RYUICHI: The time that i do spend in my house is very short. around 12pm i take a bath, have dinner, watch a video on cars. yea i probably do those the most.
SUGIZO: I am always up until the sun comes.
INORAN: I turn the TV because there's always something always going on , but by 4am I'll definitely have NO energy
J: Around after 12pm I'm usually drinking and rolling on my sofa listening to music.
SHINYA: I space out while thinking about a bunch of stuff, while watching TV.
Favorite 3 CDs that you've been listening to during this recording period(TN: genuinely thought i was going insane because only shinya names CDs, everyone else just names the artist for some reason???)
RYUICHI: I haven't had any to listen to recently. I've kind of stopped listening to CDs.
SUGIZO: what I've been listening to is "ICE" and "DREAM DOLPHIN", but "TRICKY" has been my favorite since last year
INORAN: There's quite a lot so i cant pick what's my top 3, but i would probably say john Coltrane's album
J: Smashing pumpkins, Silverchair and John Osborne (TN: I'm guessing he means Ozzy Osborne)
SHINYA: none. when recording i only listen to our music, if i were to say which, style, mother and Eden.
Whats the first thing or person that comes to your mind when i say "quiet/still" ?
RYUICHI: I know a woman who is the exact meaning of the word silent, if i were to say an object..maybe a clock and i would also say that the waves of the sea feel still.
SUGIZO: The moon. the thought of death. I feel that if something is quiet/still it is like death, and not in a negative way but in a beautiful way
INORAN: I don't know...i think stillness coexists with movement
J: Me... why are you laughing??(laughs)
SHINYA: I think i would say God. i feel like he has a very still/quiet image.
Name a moment in the past when you've been the most angry
RYUICHI: I get pissed off when I'm denied to live the way i want to.
SUGIZO: Betrayal in human relationships, there's so many people that i would kill if i met them again.  
INORAN: I get angry often so i honestly don't know (laughs)
J: Around high-school because i had to suddenly decided my own future
SHINYA: At the Budokan live a typhoon blew away the set, i genuinely went insane. (TN:pretty sure this was also their first Budokan live)
Name something that you want right now
RYUICHI: I know perfect things don't exist, but i want an honest love
SUGIZO: Sometime for my mind to go blank.
INORAN: Endless time.
J: Myself, time to be alone as myself.
SHINYA: A medicine that that makes me able to be awake all the time, sleeping is just a waste of time.
Name a book/s that you read often
RYUICHI: I think i have a lot of car books, the books are western so they have a different feel.
SUGIZO: Phillip k.dick books.
INORAN: I don't read books.
J: A book called それから(TN: no Eng title but I'd translate this as "after that/and then") which is a collection of stories by Akemi Edo
SHINYA: The books that i have, have lately been collections of short poems, its more like "Oh i have nothing to do so I'll just read"
A person who has your ideal lifestyle
RYUICHI: No one, I guess that would mean that person is myself.
SUGIZO: Jim Morrison, or Mike Tyson. I think after he came out of prison his performance has been amazing.
INORAN: The life that I'm living right now is the most ideal.
J: Someone who doesn't give up no matter what life throws at them.
SHINYA: Someone who enjoys life, as in, no matter what they do they have fun, i think that's wonderful.
What makes you want to hug someone?
RYUICHI: I really love casual gestures. gestures that come out without knowing.
SUGIZO: When I love that person so much I can't help it.
INORAN: When i want to hug them.
J: There's lots of different cases so...i guess when i want to hug them (laughs)
SHINYA: After a performance. i can't explain it well but after I've used everything up/got everything out of my system i start to feel like i need to hug someone. (TN: proof -> 1:40 https://youtu.be/VAQ20Qoqgm0?si=QWOcF5rK2Md42-CF&t=101)
What do you think is a sin?
RYUICHI: I don't think anything outweighs the sin of lying to yourself.
SUGIZO: Betrayal, and also suicide.
INORAN: Betrayal.
J: Lying.
SHINYA: It's not something you can count, because living as a human at the core is a sin, if we can all live while being conscious of our actions i think the world would be a better place.
What have you lost recently?
RYUICHI: I think when you stop lying to yourself you have to make sacrifices....so there would also be a time where you have to lose friends or partners.
SUGIZO: Time (laughs)
INORAN: There are probably a lot of things I've lost, in order to gain something you need to lose something.
J: Nothing.
SHINYA: Even if i had lost something i don't really care, if I've gained something I've probably lost something in the process (laughs)
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vanderwoodlings · 1 year
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I really am fucking obsessed with 2.07 tho. Like
S: When it's just the three of us, it's fine, but anytime she gets a new guy, she stepfords out and lets him make all the decisions.
E: I don't think that's what's happening.
S: Remember when we had to move to Chamonix because German Klaus wanted to ski all year round?
E: That wasn't so bad.
S: But what about Paolo—the raw food diet? Family colonics? Or Sameer? I know I enjoyed our—
E: I see what you mean.
See that. That would’ve been enough—Serena didn’t spend her entire childhood in the Upper East Side. That tiny fragment alone is fascinating! But the overall point that Lily repeatedly changes herself for men and that affects her parenting style, meaning that Serena and Eric’s home life was even more unstable than previously thought? That’s something to chew on. But wait—there’s more:
B: Oh, your mother. Remember how she always used to just jet off to Mustique or Ibiza without warning while you and Eric were still in school?
S: Eleanor always knew when we showed up with our overnight bags. Lily had a new boyfriend. We tried alternating between you and the archibalds so you guys never knew how bad it really was.
B: We knew.
Like, this is in-text neglect. This is “Lily was in no way ready or able to be a parent” level stuff. (And then you think about the Scott of it all and you have to wonder if Serena was in any way planned or if Lily just couldn’t do that again. You have to wonder.)
And there’s the idea of Blair and Nate and the first time that they ever really added how much time Eric and Serena had been spending at their houses, and the idea of these tiny kids doing their best to make it okay as much as possible, and Serena is trying really hard to parent Eric and make it seem as okay as possible, but Eric is entirely aware even if he can’t say anything because that would make Serena’s life hard, and so everyone’s lying to everyone else and they’re all trying very hard not to talk about how not okay it is.
Someone write the fic.
Still, we continue:
S: I remember this one time, um, when I was eleven. Eric and I wanted a white christmas. Luckily, mom's husband was a raging cokehead, so he left blow everywhere.
L: Oh my god.
E: It wasn't everywhere—just on the smooth, shiny surfaces.
S: Was that, um, German Klaus with a "k," or was it Danish Claus with a "c"? I can't ever remember which ones she actually married or which she just decided were more important than her children.
Like, wow. And you wonder why your kids have issues.
(And I focus a lot on how Lily is bringing unsafe people into her kids’ lives, but she’s also bringing them into her life. Just makes me wanna grab the gossip girl writers by the lapels and shake them until all the explorations of trauma fall out.)
L: Eric, my darling, you are always honest with me. It isn't true, is it?
E: I know Serena’s timing sucked, but she did pretty much raise me all those years. You just weren't here, you know?
L: I wasn't that bad.
E: Our ringtone for you was "Since U Been Gone.” Vanya the doorman used to sign our permission slips from school.
When I put that last bit into i won’t cross these streets, I got several comments re: ow. Because it is, in fact, painful.
But it’s also canon, and it’s one of the multitude of anecdotes that Eric and Serena give us about the pre-series era in this episode—like, the “Since U Been Gone” thing? That’s a whole dark joke coping mechanism shared between them, which means that Eric and Serena chose it together. Maybe it was as simple as Eric getting his first phone and being excited to give reverting custom ringtones, or maybe one of them straight up had a breakdown and the joke was part of a way to calm down. It’s not just saying Lily wasn’t there, it’s giving us all the little parts of what that meant—in anecdotes, in Serena’s stress response focusing so much on Protect Eric, in Eric talking Serena down at the start of the episode and coolly backing her up when she finally loses it
It’s a fucking gift that just keeps giving
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HIII, how are u doing?? hope everything's fine! I've just read the reverse strawhats au and I LOVE IT SO MUCH OMG YOUR BRAAAAAIIIN
if you'd like to share it, do you have plans about sabo and deuce's role in the au? I'm. totally normal and not insane at all about sabo haha (lies) so I'm very curious about what would have changed about his backstory (if anything) and how he would react to luffy's death and seeing ace again (which is gonna leave me an emocional wreck because omg their little brother DIED- that was their baby brother that they swore they'd protect and now he's dead and won't be able to realize his dream and sabo wasn't even there and ace had to see his baby brother die in his arms and was all alone and the GUILT that'd be eating sabo up would be just... GOD... and ace wondering why sabo left and didn't contact him at all during all these years... if that's even his brother at all or someone pretending to be him and ace would be livid!!)
as you can see I'm perfectly sane about the asl brothers. anyways! I'm also curious about what would have become of deuce if he didn't meet ace, would he even be a pirate at all? do they have any conection?
I loooveee your ideas for this au, thank you so much for sharing it with the world, we all appreciate it !!
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Hello my friend, I’m doing well.
Ohhhh thank you so much!!!!
Oh Sabo and deuce my beloveds.
I have to be honest with you. I haven’t got to Sabo yet. I know his story beats but I’m just not there yet. So everything I say is still very fluid as it might change once I met him and get a firmer grasp on his character.
That being said I love everything you have here!!!
Right now I have Sabo mostly the same. He still grows up with Ace and Luffy. Still gets blown up by the celestial dragons. And still ends up with the revolutionary army.
Things will change a little. Luffy is executed for being Dragon’s son (and for a familiar straw hat on his head) I need to get through Marineford before I can speak on this to much. I don’t know if I want the revolutionary army showing up to Marineford.
Because it plays out two ways right now.
One Shanks comes to save Luffy, with support from Whitebeard
Shanks still has his connection to Luffy. He loves this kid. And the Marines are trying to kill Luffy before he even gets started. Not happening.
Whitebeard joins in because Ace is his boy. Ace might bot be part of the crew but for two-three years Ace’s crew has been hanging around the Whitebeards. They have an alliance. Whitebeard knows of Luffy. Knows that’s Ace’s baby brother. And he was captured by Blackbeard. Blackbeard is a Whitebeard problem. He wants to handle it ‘in house’
So those two show up. Shanks to save Luffy and Whitebeard to protect Ace’s baby brother while also ‘fixing’ what Blackbeard did. (Luffy shouldn’t die because Whitebeard trusted the wrong people)
Obviously Ace shows but the rest of the crew is separated.
What else happens is up in the air at this moment.
The second option is that the revolutionary army shows ups as well
Shanks and Whitebeard still roll in for the reasons stated above
But Dragon doesn’t want his son to die. (He loves his son. He just can’t be with him) so he sends some of his men.
Originally they were going to break Luffy out of Impel Down but Ace messed up their plans.
A small branch of the Revolutionary army fights at Marineford. They can’t come at full force. Dragon can’t sacrifice that much for ‘selfish’ reason. But he would put someone he trust in charge of it. Sabo
I can see him going with a mask on so no one knows his face. After all he still wants to keep his identity a secret for now.
Maybe he runs into Ace in Impel Down. And it’s horrible déjà vu. He’s been having an awful headache since he first saw Luffy’s picture and being around Ace makes it so much worse.
He doesn’t get his memory back until he’s at Marineford and hears Luffy and Ace calling for each other. Sees them fighting Side by side. And his brain kicks back in. And it’s to much. His visions going out but he can’t stop. These people are important to him. He doesn’t fully grasp why but he has to save them.
Just in time for 🍩 to happen.
He passes out and has to be saved by Koala (probably still making decisions)
When he comes to he finally has all of his memories. And Ace and Luffy were right there when he passed out. He needs to find them!
Only for him to be handed a news paper with THAT picture in it.
And he knows he’s failed. And he thinks both of his brothers are dead.
How could he fail? He had been with Ace. They were going to save Luffy. How could he fail? How could he not remember them earlier? If he had would he have succeeded? Taken risks where he didn’t? Fought harder? He and Ace would have coordinated better that’s for sure.
But none of that matters because his brothers are dead.
Or so he thinks until he a few days later when the news shows Ace’s return to Marineford.
Ace is alive! But where is he? And how can Sabo ever face him again? He can’t even say he wasn’t there, he was and he failed both of them.
Again this is a loose idea. I still need to get through this part of the show. Ace and Sabo won’t officially meet till dressarosa where they have a LOT to work through either way.
(As you can tell I’m very normal about the ASL brothers as well)
As for Masked Deuce!!!!
I have a few ideas I’m chewing on for him. But my current favorite is to Kobyfy him.
Ace still meets Deuce on Sixis and they get off the island together. And make their way to Shell town. On the way there they have a bunch of conversations about their family’s and their dreams. Deuce wants to be a writer.
When they get to Shell town and meet Kuina, Deuce knows that Kuina is Ace’s first mate. An emperor of the sea should have the world’s greatest swordswoman at his side.
Deuce decides to go his own way. But he keeps up with the story of the reverse Strawhats (who I really need to give a name to) writing their adventures. He pops up in different places interviewing the people who witnessed Ace and the crews escapades and writes them down and publishes them. It’s running like an anti newspaper. Something the marines can’t control or twist.
He bumps into the crew every now and then (he and Ace have the biggest crushes on each other, Ace’s crew teases him relentlessly over it)
I think he’d get so good at gathering information, or so popular that the revolutionary army picks him up at some point. Using his paper as an information gathering tool and a way to spread revolution.
But this is just an idea. I think it’s really fun with him ending up with Sabo at some point. He talks about Ace and the crew constantly (way to instagram stalk your crush Deuce) and Sabo hears about Ace for years before he sees his picture/face and realizes that his friend/co-worker has been openly pinning to him about his big brother.
It’s embarsing for both of them when Sabo reveals that Ace is his brother. Deuce wants to die. Has openly waxed poetics about Ace to Sabo for at least two years. Sabo and Koala already teased Deuce before. Now he’s stuck with
Sabo who as his friend finds it hilarious but as a little brother doesn’t know how to feel.
Koala who is bringing up his crush as often as possible because it makes Deuce blush and now has the added benefit of making Sabo SWIRM
And worst of all Nico Olivia who is basically Ace’s new mom and is talking about wedding details and her FUTURE son-in-law. Deuce craves death.
This is one idea but again it’s all fluid right now.
Koby’s roll will be played by both Deuce (was saved by Ace and is now a fan/admire) and Isuka (the marine who chases after Ace, I’m going to put her on Garp’s crew of the fun of it.)
It can’t be Koby in the beginning because he would be a literal baby going into the marines and no one deserves that.
But this is where we stand so far. Like I said all ideas here are fluid.
I’m so glad you like my AU I’m hoping to start officially writing it this spring. But feel free to keep asking questions!!!
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gretavangroupie · 1 year
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Muse (Part 2)
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Pairing: Danny x Female Reader
Summary: After a blow out at the bar one fateful night, Danny is left questioning the nature of his relationship with his enemy the bartender.
Warnings: 18+ as always, language, drinking, sexual references.
Part One
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Danny POV
“Oh my god!” She screams, falling back shocked to see you standing in the door way. She cuts her eyes in disgust at you “What the fuck kind of comment was that? On my knees? Be serious….”
“You look pretty comfortable down there…. Now, what the fuck are you doing in my house?” You ask, staring at her. 
“My job, you dick!” She replies quickly standing and crossing her arms.
Her job? She has been house sitting for you? Fuck.
“What, is the bar not paying the bills princess?” You scoff, leaning on the door frame. "Shocker."
“Well, not when my douchebag customers decide they aren’t tipping!” She yells.
“Well, maybe you just have shitty service?” You quip.
“Oh fuck you Daniel!” She screams.
“Pfft, You wish, now be quiet. You’ll wake my neighbors.” You reply smugly.
She huffs a frustrated huff and pushes past you walking out the bedroom door, her shoulder rubs across your chest. She begins to gather her things, walking from one end of the room to the other.
She can’t leave yet, you were just starting to have fun. And there’s no one here to save her this time…
“I guess I should make sure you did everything to my satisfaction, right? Since you’re here? Wouldn’t want to have to leave you a bad review…” You say as arrogantly as you can. 
“Daniel, don’t be an ass. This is my JOB!” She says.
“Haven’t been back for 5 minutes and I’ve already got you begging…” you reply.
Why is it so easy to be a dick to her…
“I’m not begging you for shit! But this is my job.  Just be a decent human being for once in your life and be honest! I was more than accommodating!” She says.
She isn’t wrong, she did stay pretty late to help you out…
“Oh would you relax, god you’re annoying.” You reply.
“Why are you like this?” She seethes.
“Like what?” You ask dismissively.
“A dick,  just to be a dick, just to make my life miserable. I was justified that night and you know it!” She yells.
Thinking back to that night, you really don’t have much of a recollection. You only know pieces of what happened based on what Josh and Sam told you after the fact. All you really remember is that she kicked you out of the bar because you had too much to drink. You were being an ass to her and tried to pick a fight with another guy. For days you were too embarrassed to even show your face. 
You had been dumped by your girlfriend of five years that very morning, and drank yourself into a stupor by late afternoon, before you ever set foot into the bar that night. She was your first real love and you thought she was your end game. You thought you would have it all with her. You had known her since you were a kid, it eventually blossoming into something more. Everything was perfect until the band started to take off. She had a hard time adjusting to your new life on the road and resented you for being gone all the time. You did everything you could to try and make it work when you were away, but had a sneaking suspicion something else was going on when she stopped calling you and texting you suddenly. When you came back to your apartment after a few months away, and found her with someone else she blamed you being gone so much. You forgave her, understanding that you weren’t around as much as you used to be. Not faulting her, blaming yourself for it all. You loved her and you still wanted to make it work. You would do anything, and you tried. A week later she dumped you and she took a piece of you with her. Maybe it was the loving part of your heart. She always said you could be cold and hateful when you wanted to be, but you never believed it. Not until now... Maybe she was right. 
God only knows how many drinks you had at the bar that night. Trying to try and fill the gaping hole in your chest. Your feelings were bleeding out of your chest on full display. Your emotions were already running high before she decided that you had had enough to drink. Her telling you to leave was the last straw. The last thing you needed was for another woman to cut you off. You snapped and you haven’t looked back since. 
To be honest you kind of enjoyed this little game with her. It was fun to get her worked up. Her cheeks flushing red when you put her in her place, her eyes sparkling with victory when she had you beat. The way she would purse her lips when she would listen to you. It reignited a fire inside of you that you thought your ex put out when she left. To feel anything at all was a change, and so you decided that if this was the only way, you were going to make it count, no feelings spared. 
“That night? That night was the worst night of my life, you don’t know shit. You just added to it.” You reply coldly.
“Oh no, did your little groupie girlfriend dump you? Probably deserved it... Were you an asshole to her too?” She says mocking you, throwing her purse over her shoulder.
“God you’re such a bitch. How does anyone stand to be around you longer than 2 minutes? She wasn’t a groupie. At all. We were together for five fucking years. She hated me being in the band. She cheated on me while I was gone, I forgave her and she still dumped me. That morning in fact! So excuse me if I was feeling a little bit sorry for myself for once. I spend every fucking day of my life taking care of the guys. Taking care of everyone around me. Every day! Just one time I slip up and I am crucified for it. I’m the fucking bad guy. Fuck me…” You reply throwing your hands in the air, knowing that maybe you have said too much.
“You know what Daniel, or can I call you Danny now? You have been such a dick to me for so long that it’s practically all I know about you. The fact that it took her five years to see what I saw in five minutes is shocking in itself. You’re lucky you had her as long as you did, in my opinion. I see right through you Danny, I always have. All you are is cold, and cruel and hateful. I’m glad she dumped you, you didn’t deserve her, or anyone for that matter.” She yells, cheeks flushed red, slightly shaking from the rush of adrenaline.
“Get the fuck out!” You scream pointing at the door. “Get out!”
“Oh trust me, I am!” She yells back slamming the door shut behind her.
Bitch.
What the fuck did she mean I don’t deserve anyone else. She doesn’t know me….
Or maybe she does. Fuck her for calling you cold and hateful. You know you’re not. 
Right?
You lock the door behind her and turn off your lights. It’s nearly 3 in the morning. You’re glad to be back home in your own bed tonight. Although, this is not how you saw your night going. You crawl into your bed and turn off the lights, sighing in relief at the homey comfort. 
How did you not catch on that it was her taking care of your house? 
You quickly pull up the profile and look at the name attached. 
Hmmm… a fake name. That answers that question. You can’t believe that you sent her a coffee. Pfft... 
Dammit, you have to stop being nice to your house sitters. 
Thinking back on the text conversation you had with her the other night, you can’t even fathom that it was the same person, she was nice and funny and easy to talk to. The girl you were just with was the opposite of all of those things. She was mean, cunning, and blunt. You wonder what it would be like if none of this had ever happened to begin with. You scroll through her profile, and leave her a review, and exit the app. You put your phone on your night stand and you close your eyes, sleep over takes you.
You spent the day just relaxing. No one asking you for anything. No one telling you where to be or when to be there. Just you, hanging out doing whatever you want. Well until Sam texted you.
Samuel K: Sixtys? 10ish?
Fuck...
You: Can we please go literally anywhere else?
Samuel K: I’ll think about it.
Samuel K: No.
You: Dude, I can’t go there tonight. Your little bartender girl friend was my house sitter. We had a huge blow up when I found out. I’m dipping out.
Samuel K: No shit!! No, now you’re coming. I want the full story.
You: I don’t know man...
Samuel K: I’ll buy, you can get as trashed as you want…I won’t even intervene on your quarrels this evening....
You: Alright, fine. Fuck you’re annoying. I hate you and I’ll see you there.
Samuel K: :)
You pull on your jacket and grab your keys and wallet. You can’t believe you are actually going. You thought about ghosting the guys tonight just so that you didn’t have to deal with her, but then you realized that if you didn’t go, she would think she had the upper hand. Starting your car you sit for a minute to let the engine warm up, and you pull up the playlist you have spent all day building. You select a song and back out of the space before heading to your nightly dive.
You aren’t sure how you all decided on 'The Sixty'. It’s not really close to any of you, maybe in the middle, sort of. It’s a total dive, that Jake prides himself on finding when he did his self lead 'Bar Tour of Nashville' when you all moved down here. It’s never really crowded and fans never ‘happen to be there’. It’s nice that you can all sort of let loose, but for you, it’s just another performance. You hype yourself up every time you walk through the doors, seeing what sort of hateful things you can muster for the evening. It’s exhausting and you wish that you could both just let it go, but you are both too stubborn for that. Just one night at a different bar, thats all you ask.
You pull into the empty parking spot and see the rest of the guys cars. They are already here, meaning you would be walking in without the buffer of their chaos. You pull the door open, the bell ringing over your head, as your eyes scan the dimly lit bar looking for your crew. You spot them in their usual corner spot, Sam waving you down. You look over to the bar and see her standing there talking to a customer as she pours his drink, a small smile on her face. Rolling your eyes you walk over the the guys and find a seat. 
“Told you I could convince him.” Sam says to the guys smugly.
“Daniel, my brother, here for another night of debauchery?” Josh says patting your back.
“Ahh, something like that.” You reply taking off your jacket, opting for short sleeves this evening.
“Get this, he said that she was his house sitter while he was gone, he didn’t even know!” Sam laughs.
“What? How did you not know?” Jake asks.
“She had her profile set under a fake name! She had good reviews, I don’t know?!” You reply.
“So if she had a fake name how did you find out?” Sam asks.
“Well, we got home early right? Well, when I walked into the house there was a light on… so I looked around and didn’t see anything, then when I was walking to my bedroom she was there watering my plants! I scared the shit out of her.” You reply. 
“At 2 in the morning?” Josh asks.
“Yeah, dude, she must have gone after work.” You reply shrugging your shoulders. “I didn’t even know she had a second job...So, anyways we get into this huge blow out fight, I say more than I should have and she uses it against me... classic woman. I told her to get out and yeah, now you fuckers have dragged me here.” 
“Haha! Thats rich, Danny boy.” Jake says.
You nod your head annoyed, standing up to approach the bar to get a drink. Gathering up all of the asshole you have in you.
As you walk over, the door opens and someone walks in. You haven’t seen this guy before, and since you’re here most nights, you pretty much recognize everyone. You both arrive at opposite sides of the bar at the same time. She looks up and sees you walking towards her, a sigh leaving her lips. She walks over to him first.
Ugh, what happened to loyalty?
You stand at the other end of the bar, and watch as this guy orders his drink, taking his sweet time to flirt with her. You roll your eyes and scroll through your phone as you wait. After a few minutes you look up and she’s walking towards you. 
“Well, if it isn’t Mr. Heartbroken Lover Boy?” She says. “Couldn’t stay away from me, huh?”
“Trust me, I didn’t come here for you.” You quip.
“What do you want Danny?” She asks biting her lips.
“Same as usual.” You reply “Do I have to tell you every time?”
“Probably, but only if it annoys you...” She says smugly, grabbing a glass and pouring your drink.
Ahh, so she does know what you drink…
“Who’s that guy?” You ask nodding your head down to the guy waiting at the end of the bar.
“Don’t know, just walked in. Seems nice though. Why do you care?” She asks.
“Well, just wondering if he escaped the mental hospital if he is flirting with you...” You reply.
“You’re such an ass, go away.” She replies, with a defeated look on her face.
Her hair falls in her face as she bends over to pick up a box of beer bottles. She tucks the strand behind her ear and exposes her neck. Her collarbone peeking out the top of her shirt. You tear your eyes away, kicking yourself for even looking at her in that way.
You stand up and head back to the table with your drink in hand. Turning and looking back to see her talking to that guy again. You get back to the table and sit down, all the guys staring at you.
“What?” You ask annoyed.
“Nothing… usually you’re fuming when you come back from the bar.” Josh says with a smirk.
“Eh, she didn’t want to fight, blondie over there caught her attention.” You say dismissively scoffing.
Sam and Josh look at each other with knowing smiles.
“Daniel, why do you care? Are you a little bit…jealous?” Sam says questioningly. 
“Fuck no. Not in a million years dude, be serious.” You reply harshly.
Pushing back the thought from your mind you change the subject quickly.
As you all continue to talk, you have a few more drinks. When it's your turn to go up to the bar and order, you spin in your chair before standing up. 
Its been like 2 hours, is she still talking to that dude? Damn...
Why do you care. She’s a bitch. 
As you stand at the bar, you look over and see her listening intently to everything this guy is saying. Doting on his every word. Surely he cannot be that interesting. She throws her head back laughing, and her cheeks are pink. Her smile has worked its way into her eyes and it’s almost contagious. Her body language is suggesting she's into him.
Fuck, what are you doing, don't think about her like that? 
You shake your head to rid the thought. She notices you standing there and tells the guy she will be right back.
“What do you need?” She says quickly grabbing a glass.
“What’s the rush? Didn’t we just talk about your poor service?” You say smugly.
“Daniel, just stop. What do you want?” She asks looking over to him.
“Oh, you like him don’t you? Maybe I should go… talk to him?” You tease, shrugging your shoulders.
“Danny, please…please.” she begs. Your cock twitches. 
What the fuck? You’ve lost control.
Crossing your legs to readjust, you up the ante. You raise your eyebrows at her and walk over to him. You are used to talking to strangers, so this is no sweat off your back.
“What’s up man, I’m Danny. Haven’t seen you in here before.” You say. 
You see her approaching out of the corner of your eye.
“Hey man, I’m… John. I’m new to the area, just checking out the local spots.” He replies.
“Ah, well this is a good one, we are here most nights, if you ever want to shoot some pool.” You reply nodding to the guys in the corner.
“Okay, here’s your drink. Thanks..…” she says trying to usher you away.
“So I see you’ve met our favorite bartender?” You say to him.
“Daniel…” she says pleading quietly.
“Yeah, she knows how to pour em’ up pretty good…” he laughs raising his eyebrows insinuating that she is hot. 
“Yeah, sometimes she does. But be careful she’s a real spitfire, trust me.” you say with a wink.
He takes a defensive stance, “I’m sorry, what?”
“Yeah, she can be kinda hot and cold, gotta catch her on a good night if you really want her. One night she’s kicking you out of the bar, the next night she’s on her knees for you…really could go either way.” you say arrogantly.
The blood drains from her face and you see her eyes well with tears as she rushes into the back room. 
He gives you a strange look shaking his head. 
“Anyways man, have a good night.” You reply walking away.
Damn, you didn’t think she would cry. Maybe you took it too far…
No, she’s fine you’ve said worse.
You hear the bell ring, and turn to see the him walking out of the bar. 
Takes care of that…
You take your seat back at the table.
“Uh… what was that about….” Sam questions. They are all staring at you.
“Ahh nothing, just a little chit chat amongst friends.” You reply.
“Nothing about that looked friendly.” Josh says looking over your shoulder.
You turn around and see her standing at the bar with red eyes, and she is now wearing a hoodie. Guilt washes over you. 
Dammit, okay that was definitely too far. Fuck. 
“I need another drink” you say as you throw back the rest of the one in your hand. 
“I’ll go, you stay here, I think you’ve done enough.” Josh says pushing away from the table.
He walks over to the bar and starts talking to her and you see her rub the sleeve of her hoodie across her eyes. Josh looks back at you with a scowl. She makes a few drinks and he pats the tops of her hands before returning to the table.
“You’re a fucking dick, dude.” He says sliding you your drink.
“I might have taken it too far that time, I will agree.” You say.
“Mmmhmm….” He says before changing the subject.
Another hour passes and you all decide you’re ready to go. Sam walks up to the bar to pay the tab. You pull him to the side. “Hey, make sure you leave her a good tip.” You say. 
Never thought those words would leave your mouth.
He looks at you strangely, “I will…”
You all say your goodbyes. She won’t even look at you. Usually she will at least give you a dirty look before you leave. 
You can’t believe you’re feeling guilty. She’s kind of pretty when she’s sad, her lips a little swollen from crying.
Shit, no. No she’s not. Did you already forget the shit she said last night?
No.
You all begin to walk out of the bar, checking one last time over your shoulder as you hold the door for the guys to walk out. You lock eyes. Hers are sad, quickly looking down at the floor. 
You bite your lips together and walk out.
Damn, you’re a dick. 
The entire drive home all you think about is the way she looked as you were leaving. The guilt taking over your mind. As hard as you try to push her out you just keep seeing those sad eyes, and the replay of her wiping her eyes on her hoodie. You wish you had never said that. When you get home, you pour your self a drink to try and get your mind off of it. You sit on your couch and turn on the TV…you scroll through your phone and see a post from the bar, with their specials of the night. 
Fuck, she’s everywhere.
You lock your phone and throw it on the table. You pour yourself another drink. The effects of the first finally washing over you.
You grab your drink and head to the bathroom, maybe a shower will help. You turn the water on as hot as it will go and quickly shed your clothes. You throw the rest of your drink back and step into the spray. 
‘She can be kinda hot and cold, gotta catch her on a good night if you really want her.’
Your brain replays the conversation, your own words haunting you.
‘One night she’s kicking you out of the bar, the next night she’s on her knees for you’
You really painted her in a bad light. You know you two argue, but you're positive that she wouldn’t have done that to you.
As you rinse the soap off of your body, you step out grabbing your towel off of the rack, quickly drying yourself before wrapping it around your waist. 
Maybe just one more drink before bed.
Pouring the rest of the little bit of whiskey you have left into your glass, you make mental note to buy more if you two are going to keep this up.
You lean against your kitchen cabinets and take a small sip when your doorbell rings.
What in the world?
You make your way to the front door, absolutely confused on who would be at your door at 2 in the morning. Twisting the lock, you open the door.
It’s her.
HER POV
You ring the doorbell nervously, your hands are tucked into the sleeves of your hoodie, as your fingers pick at the hangnails on your thumb. 
Oh god what are you doing here…
You hear the lock spin and you suck in a deep breath as the door opens. He looks shocked to see you. You can’t help but notice his wet curls hanging around his face, tinted red from a shower. He is wrapped in a towel and his chiseled body is on full display. 
Jesus…hes kinda…
No. Focus.
“If you’re done staring, you could tell me what you’re doing on my doorstep at 2 in the morning.” He says, shifting his weight to stand on his right leg. You can tell he has been drinking more. His words are slurring together slightly and he is feeling a little brave.
“I have your key. I forgot to give it to you last night. I’m taking a few days off from the bar and won’t see you there to give it back.” You reply.
“You’re taking a few days off?” He asks cocking his head to the side.
“Yeah, I need to figure some stuff out.” You reply blankly.
“Well, what makes you think you aren’t gonna be taking care of my house next time I leave?” He asks.
Shocked at his statement you reply, “What? I don’t understand...”
“You did a good job, and at least I know you. I’d rather have you do it than a total stranger.” He says letting you walk inside. 
“Daniel, we are strangers. We don’t know a thing about each other.” You reply harshly. He shuts the door behind you. 
“That’t not true, I know that you're into blondes. Well, were...” He says sarcastically, laughing.
“You’re such an asshole, I can’t believe you did that.” You say. “Actually no, you know what, I can believe you did that. Brings us right back to where we left off... Your shitty personality.” You say with your hands on your hips.
Suddenly he steps forward forcefully slamming his hands around your head, boxing you in and leaning into your ear as he says,  “You didn’t seem to have a problem with my personality when you were texting me for hours the other night... Now did you?” 
His face is inches from yours, you can smell the whiskey on his breath. 
You cut your eyes at him, “No, I didn’t, and for a second, a tiny little second, I almost convinced my self that you weren’t half bad. Which I know now is so wrong.” You reply coldly.
“Not half bad…?" he scoffs. 
“Do you think that I don’t notice you staring at me every night from across the bar? Do you think I don’t see your cheeks flush red when we argue, your pulse pounding in your neck? The way you bite your lips when you are waiting for me to say something back to you? Are you under the impression that I didn’t feel your eyes boring into my skin when my shirt lifted up at the bar the other night? Hmmm?” He says, his lips moving, resting gently on your ear,  “The way your breathing has gone shallow, right this very second?” He pulls back a bit and stares into your eyes.  “I see you, I always see you. Stop lying to yourself.”
You turn your head quickly to the side to show your disgust. “You’re an ass.”
He steps back smugly, releasing his arms from around your head, shifting his weight to his other leg.
“Maybe, but you like it, don’t you.” He replies.
“No, I liked the guy at the bar though. But you had to go and ruin it didn’t you? That shit wasn’t even true Danny.” You yell.
“Was it not? Huh. I must remember it differently.” He says sarcastically.
You dig in your purse and find his key. You place it on the table by the door.
“Here is your key. I’m leaving now.” You say.
“Keep it, you’re gonna need it for next time.” He says smugly.
“There is no way in hell i’m doing this again.” You reply.
“We’ll see about that….” He says.
What?
You turn on your heels, grabbing the key and cutting your eyes at him.
“I hate you.” You reply opening the door.
“I hate you more...” He says smiling, closing the door behind you.
What an ass...get real Danny.
You think about your conversation the entire way home. God he is such an arrogant prick. How could any woman ever even consider giving him the time of day. You think about him answering the door in nothing but a towel. Your brain betraying you. The way his skin was still slightly damp and warm as his toned arms caged you in. The heat radiating onto your face. His wet hair brushing your cheek. His abs flexed as he leaned over you, showcasing his sculpted obliques. The towel hanging off his hips revealing more of the dark hair of his happy trail, slightly curling into his navel.
Why are you thinking these things….why is your heart beating so fast?
You pull into your usual parking space and hurry inside of your apartment. You quickly shower the day away before slipping into bed. Your phone buzzes with a notification and you decide to ignore it until morning closing your eyes to the blackness.
The light coming through your curtains far too early for a Saturday wakes you prematurely. You groan and roll to your side to grab your phone and check your notifications. 
You have a new request from Side Jobs which you flick to the side for later, and a text from Josh.
Furrowing your brow you click on it. 
He never texts you. He only has your number from the night he lost his phone in the bar and made you call it until he found it. 
Josh: Working tonight? Having a party at my house for the new single release. You should come, it will be fun.
You: I’m off actually. Maybe I will, don’t want to ruffle any feathers though.
Josh: Ah, don’t worry about him, there will be plenty of people and alcohol. Promise.
You: Fine, text me your address and what time.
How did you get roped into this? You have a problem saying no to Josh. His sunny disposition and sweet nature make it hard to refuse anything he says. You can count on him to have your back, him always being the first to come up to you after your spats with Danny each night. You decide to go, simply because he asked.
You decide to really make this party worth your while. You are going to meet and talk to every single guy there and you’re going to ignore every single comment from Danny.
Fuck him for ruining your chance with John. Asshole.
You grab your favorite maroon colored dress out of your closet, that accentuates your body perfectly and slide it over your head. The fabric is tight around your boobs, showing tasteful cleavage. You slide on your favorite vintage leather biker jacket to look more casual. You have done a smokey eye and your hair is in loose waves falling around your shoulders. You spray a light dusting of perfume across your collarbone and wrists. You throw a few things from your purse into a small wristlet and head to your car. You’re only running about 30 minutes late. 
As you pull up to Josh’s house you are surprised at the number of cars lining the street. You find a spot and park, gathering your purse and making your way to the door. There are a few people standing at the entrance as you walk in. You scan the room to see if you recognize any familiar faces. You see Josh chatting with someone and Sam standing next to him.
The music is loud but not overwhelmingly so, everyone has a drink in their hand and seem to be deep into conversations. You make your way to the kitchen to find yourself a drink and are happily met with a full countertop of liquor and mixers. You pour yourself a vodka soda and squeeze a lime in dropping it to the bottom of the plastic cup before adding a plastic straw, gently stirring. You see a girl standing next to you reading the bottle labels trying to figure out what she wants. 
“Do you like fruity, sweet, the hard stuff?” You ask.
She looks at you confused.
 “Im a bartender, I can help you pick. It seems a lot of this is in different languages. Damn world traveler...” You say.
“Oh, thank god! I have no idea what any of this says!” She laughs. “What do you have? I’ll just have that?” 
“This is a vodka tonic with a lime.” You reply.
“Perfect, sounds good.” She says smiling. 
You pour her an identical drink and she thanks you walking away.
Somehow you’re still working on your night off…
You make your way into the living room and are immediately stopped by Josh.
“Oh my gosh you came! I didn’t think you would!” He says hugging you tightly.
“What? Why not? You invited me!” You reply.
“Well yeah, but I know things are less than enjoyable around Daniel.” He says.
“Ahhh, forget him he’s an ass.” You reply dismissively.
“Yeah he can be. I would know.” He laughs.
As you continue to chat with Josh, you see Danny walk out of the kitchen making eye contact with you, a huff leaving his mouth as he looks you up and down.
Yeah, thats right get a good look.
Running his tongue over his teeth he turns and walks away to the other side of the room and starts talking to someone you don’t recognize.
Sam is over at the stereo system and changes the music to something more upbeat and turns the lighting down a bit. 
Okay Sam…
Sam locks eyes with you and does a little shimmy with his shoulders before walking away to talk to some girl. 
As you look around the room you can feel eyes staring at you and you notice Danny leaning against the wall, arms crossed drink in hand, just watching you. You glare at him and turn your back to him. 
You talk to a group of people for a bit before deciding you need another drink. People have started to dance a little bit so you excuse yourself to the kitchen. As you are pouring yourself a drink you can feel his presence before you can see him. He appears in front of you resting both hands on the counter top leaning to match your eye level. 
“What are you doing here?” He asks confrontationally. 
“Josh invited me…. Why do you care?” You ask snippily. 
“Well, I just thought I would actually get to have a good night for once, and here you are to ruin it.” He says cocking his head to the side.
“You could have very easily ignored me the entire night. Thats what I’m doing…yet, here you are going out of your way to come talk to me… makes you wonder…” you reply looking away from him smugly. 
“Wonder what?” He asks rudely.
“Why you can’t seem to stay away from me?” You reply in an obvious tone.
“Don’t flatter yourself, just because you look hot for once…” he replies.
You raise your eyebrows, and smirk at him, as he knows he slipped up, rolling his eyes.
So he thinks I look hot, huh? Maybe your little plan is working. Time to turn up the heat.
“Well if you’ll excuse me, I think I’m going to go dance.”  You say walking away leaving him standing there.
He’s wearing a vintage black and green sweater with a white diamond pattern, black corduroys and his hair is hanging long and loose on his chest. Tiny, barely there, hoop earrings hang delicately from his ears. If it were any other guy you would think he looked good, but its Danny, so you can’t. Won’t.
You make your way into the living room, the center now crowded with people dancing to the music DJ Sammy has selected. A guy approaches you and you begin to chat with him. He is hot, and has a very movie star-esque quality about him. He asks if you want to dance and you immediately say yes. Why not? He turns you around to face away from him, his hands falling at your lower waist, resting on your front as you begin to move to the music in unison, drink in hand. 
You see Danny walk out of the kitchen with a drink in one hand and his other in his pocket. He sees you with someone and does a small but noticeable double take, his jaw hardening when he sees you. You smirk at him and throw your head back whispering something into your guys ear. He laughs and you accept your victory as Danny mutters something under his breath walking away. 
As you continue to watch him every so often, you notice him approach a girl and whisper something into her ear, her nodding and him guiding her by her lower back to a different section of the room as they begin to dance. You turn to face your guy throwing your free arm around his neck as his hands wander down to rest on your ass.
DANNY POV 
She’s doing this on purpose, she wants a fight. Practically begging.  But why would I care if she is dancing like a slut with some guy she doesn’t know. She thinks she has you all figured out… let’s see how she it.
You walk over to your friend Alexis, and ask her if she wants to dance. She has been after you for months since your breakup, you know she won’t turn down a chance to dance with you. You lead her to a good spot and lower your free hand to her waist. The thing about Alexis, is that she is about as far from your type as it gets. You feel bad for using her for your own personal vendetta but, you gotta do what you gotta do. You say something in her ear about the music, and look up to see your enemy staring at you from across the room. She turns around to face her guy and he puts his hands on her ass. You feel your jaw harden at his actions. You blow out a small breath and try to look away, but you can’t. Your eyes are glued to her. He spins them both around so that he can talk to one of his friends, now you are making eye contact with her once again. She opens her mouth placing the straw from her drink between her lips, slowly taking a drink from her cup, you watching the liquid travel slowly down her throat. 
You swallow hard and feel your body go rigid.
Why is she effecting you like this, she is not a nice girl…
She looks up slowly from under her lashes and swirls the straw around with her tongue, darting it around in small circles taunting you.
Jesus Christ that was hot… Your heart begins to race. You almost forget you’re dancing with Alexis.
You dance for a few more minutes and trail your hands all over Alexis’ body, hoping that she is watching you. 
The guy she is dancing with is clearly turned on by her and her behavior, as you watch him stick his finger in her drink swirling it around before she grabs his wrist, and lifts his liquor soaked finger to her mouth and sucks it clean.
Mother fucker….
She pulls him into her, his head leaning down so that she can whisper into his ear. You can’t quite make out what she’s said but you can see his eye brows rasie and his mouth forming something along the lines of ‘holy fuck, that was hot.’
You snap.
You thanks Alexis, and let her go, storming into the kitchen careful to not let anyone see your massive erection. You are furious that she was able to even do this. 
You hate her…
You make yourself a stiff drink, and drink half of it, cooling off before you return back to the living room. You decide to ignore her, and go find Sam. You walk into the living room to find him with a group of people discussing god knows what, but anything is better than watching that bitch egg you on from across the room.
Out of the corner of your eye you see them sitting on the couch together, her on his lap with his hand resting on her thigh. 
She’s sitting on his lap now…?
You breathe a deep breath and look away, turning your attention back to Sam, listening to him ramble on. Subconsciously you find your head turning back to them as you sip your drink and try to be inconspicuous. 
She’s still there and his hand has moved higher on her thigh. He says something funny and she throws her head back laughing and leaning back, you catching a small glimpse of the barely there black lace fabric between her legs. 
Your heart beats rapidly in your chest as all the blood begins to rush to your dick for the second time tonight. She locks eyes with you and bites her lip, quickly releasing it before looking back her her guy.
That’s it, you gotta get out of here.
You push through the crowd in the living room and make your way to the back yard where you find Josh telling some elaborate story. You stand in the back just listening until he is finished, smirking because you know how it ends. He walks over to you.
“Hey dude, haven’t seen you much tonight? Where ya been?” He asks.
“Inside, being absolutely tortured, but I’m sure you know that already, because you invited her.” You say matter of factly. 
“Why Daniel, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Josh says acting innocent. 
“Cut the shit. How did you know?” You ask him.
“Intuition, my brother. Don’t wait too long, she seems awfully comfortable in there.” He says.
“Fuck no dude, she can come to me. I’ll be damned if I’m gonna be the one to cave.” You reply. 
“You’re gonna fuck it up if you’re not careful.” He says with a smirk. 
“I know what I’m doing…” you reply walking back inside. There is commotion in the kitchen and people yelling ‘shots!’
You were wholly unprepared for what you were about to walk in on. 
There on the kitchen table, she was laid out with a shot glass between her tits. You push through the crowd a bit to move closer, but still out of sight. She had a line of salt at the base of her neck and a lime between her teeth. You swallow forcefully and clear you throat at the thought of you being the one to do it. Her guy walks up and everyone begins to cheer. You throw the rest of your drink back and set it on the counter. You cross your arms bearing all your weight on your left side. 
You watch on as he lowers his hands grasping the sides of each of her tits, holding her still as his head lowers down and his lips wrap around the full shot glass. He picks up the shot glass with his lips, throwing his head back and swallowing, before licking the salt off her neck and lowering his mouth to hers, grabbing the lime between his teeth. Everyone cheers as he presses a wet kiss to her neck before helping her up off the table as they walk into the next room. 
Son of a bitch... 
You walk to the the hallway bathroom and are met with a small line of guys. Of course Josh has designated a men’s bathroom and a women’s bathroom…
You pull out your phone and scroll through your Instagram notifications for a few minutes before you feel someone trying get past you. A hand brushes gently across your groin and a sexy, low whisper enters your ear. 
“Enjoying the show, Daniel?” She says in a sultry voice. Her eyes dark as she gets past you and continues to the women bathroom line looking over her shoulder. 
Goddamn, has she always been this fucking hot?
A few minutes pass and a few guys come and go. It’s almost your turn when you see her re-approaching you in the hallway. 
She turns to get past you side ways, her face close to yours, your hands grazing her hips as she passes. You feel her tuck something into the front pocket of your pants, her other hand coming up to cup the side of your face as she whispers into your ear as she pulls you close, “Since you liked them so much…” 
Her hand sliding away down your neck and stopping once she reaches your belt buckle before sliding completely past you and disappearing into the living room.
The door opens to the bathroom signaling your turn. You rush in shutting the door and locking it behind you, then reaching into your front pocket and pulling out a pair of black lace panties. 
What a tease. If your dick was any harder it might burst.
You shove them back into your pocket and finish up in the bathroom. 
You have had it with her mixed signals… it’s time to end this shit.
You come out of the bathroom and walk back into the living room scanning for her face. You see her with the guy and scoff at her brazenness. 
You meet eyes with Sam who gestures for you to join him but you keep walking. You walk right up to her, grabbing her by the wrist and dragging her behind you as you walk out the front door. 
“What are you doing?” She says, acting worried, but following behind you.
“What am I doing? What are you doing?” You say as you reach the side of the house, spinning her around and pushing her against the brick wall. 
She turns her head looking away from you, not meeting your eyes.
“What now you won’t look at me? After eye fucking me all night? Teasing me to no end? Too late baby, the damage is done.” You say harshly.
She looks you in the eyes, hers filled with lust. Her tongue peeks out gently brushing over her lips. You bring your thumb up to her damp limps pressing your thumb into her mouth being met with the bite of her teeth before quickly pulling your hand away and reaching into your pocket.
“This?” You say holding up the black thong, dangling on your index finger.
“I saw you staring Danny. You wanted it. You wanted…me.” She says, aloofly. “Admit it.” Her tongue resting on her top teeth waiting for your response.
Shoving the panties back in your pocket you bring your hand to her throat, gripping with light pressure as a smile begins to turn her lips upward. 
“Fine.” You say through your teeth. 
You release her throat and pull her body flush with yours, her breath hitching as she feels your erection pressed firmly against her stomach. Her hands resting on your chest, you see her eyes roll and she plays coy. But you know. 
“Tell me to stop! Tell me you don’t want me! Say it!” You yell, demanding an answer, as her hands move up to your neck and weave into the curls at the nape of your neck. She pauses for a second, looks up at you through her lashes, eyes dark and piercing and whispers, “No.”
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Hi! That's impressive list! Can I pick two? I couldn't decide only on one, lol. So... Love Notes and vampire!L the undying detective? ^^
Sure thing; you are the first person to send me a real ask (all other times it was a bot advertising an adult website) so I'm happy.
Love Notes is an AU where, instead of a Death Note, Light gets a notebook that allows him to make two (or more) people feel infatuation towards each other. And because Light is Light, who is a perfectionist and a closet hopeless romantic in this universe, he's not content to just put random people together for one date, uses the Love Note to send detailed instructions to one or more of the lovebirds in order to make sure the relationship lasts. This earns him the nickname Eros (after the Greek god of love) and there's a mix of people who are either happy he's around and hoping that he can help them in their love life or pissed that he's meddling instead of letting relationships succeed or fail on their own merits (with a few people just being bitter that Eros isn't helping them find a partner even though Light knows they're trash). And things only get more complicated when L announces that he plans to capture Eros and that he knows he's in Japan and Light notices that there is a marking on his wrist that Ryuk (who is an actual love god in this universe instead of a death god) tells him it is a soulmate marking that appears on human Love Note users and their intendeds when they "meet." I'm still in the prologue/first chapter (haven't updated this in a while since it's one of the ones in the Dropbox folder and I feel I can't be bothered to fully retrieve it), but I see parts of the plot playing out like the Eros/Psyche myth, specifically a falling out that happens between Light and L (after they've become close) when L finds proof Light is Eros while he's asleep, while not being a one-to-one retelling (there is no abduction/marriage plot from Light [keeping a partner in a lavish palace and visiting them at night with the lights out is more something L would be more likely to do than Light, let's be honest], there is no Aphrodite equivalent, and I don't see any of the Wammy House students [except maybe Beyond] trying to ruin L's chances at love like Psyche's sisters did to her).
The Undying Detective is a bit more complicated. I started it a little before the other Vampire!L AU because I knew that I wanted to write a fic where L was a vampire, but was still trying to figure out the how and the why and I ended up leaving it after sometime (haven't deleted it because there's always a chance I'll pick it up again, but I haven't added to it or changed it in about two years). I will share what I wrote and then also share what I wanted to happen but could not find the words to convey it:
"Please Ryuzaki," Light begged. "If you're right and the thirteen day rule is false, then Kira likely meant for you to figure it out to have you killed the moment you challenge it."
"How would Kira kill me, Light-kun? Kira does not have my name. Misa Amane has not been allowed back into headquarters since she left and the only ones allowed in here are members of the Task Force and you. Unless there's something you would like to tell me."
Light's heart broke. This again? After all this time? "The Shinigami Rem seems very protective of Misa and she has her own Death Note. The only reason I'm no longer handcuffed to you and Misa was allowed to leave was because that rule 'proved' our innocence. With Kira being active again and no other suspects, suspicion would fall back on us if the rule is proven false and you would likely execute us. Rem might kill you to try to prevent you from killing Misa. But of course," Light let out a bitter laugh, "you don't care about that as long you're able to 'prove' I'm Kira once and for all. Why do I even--?"
He suddenly slipped on a wet spot and fell to the concrete, his arm scraping painfully against the railing.
"You're bleeding."
"Oh, really? Thank you for pointing it out to me, I never would have known." Light hissed in pain as he touched his injury. There was a lot more blood than he was expecting and it almost made him sick.
"Sarcasm does not suit you." L held out his hand to Light and helped him up. "Come on, we've been out here long enough."
He helped Light dry off and he started treating the scraped area. His bony hands were surprisingly gentle as he disinfected the cut and wrapped a bandage around it.
"I just want to know the truth, Light." Light took note of the dropped honorific. "I no longer believe you're Kira, but I believe that you have been keeping secrets."
"Like what?"
"Such as how you know my real name."
Oh no. "What are you talking about? I don't--"
"Please don't lie to me. You said my name in your sleep the night before Higuchi was caught. You did not say 'L' or 'Ryuzaki.' You said 'Lawliet,' my last name. The only living people who know that name are me and Watari. How do you know it?"
Light sighed. He'd been dreading this moment, knowing that by telling L this he risked either getting committed or earning the detective's scorn and he didn't know which was worse. But if telling him the truth would prevent L from killing himself, it would be worth it.
After checking to make sure Rem was no where in earshot, he confessed, "For as long as I can remember, possibly the day I was born, I've been able to see a name and a number over people's heads. The names are the true names and the numbers are when they are going to die. I cannot see when I will die, but I can see when my family and friends will die and knowing that has made me feel so alone. I was unable to tell anyone about it because I knew I wouldn't be believed. The loneliness grew when Kira started killing, with people suddenly dying before their time and me becoming your prime suspect. There was a brief time where I thought that I found someone who understood what I was going through--"
"Misa Amane."
"Yes. She was like me, she could see the names and numbers as well and also lacked her own number. She approached me and told me she loved me and I believed her. But I soon learned that she loved Kira more and that she had only approached me in the first place because she thought I was him. And then you locked both of us up because you believed we were the first and second Kira and when I next saw her she was no longer like me and couldn't even remember why she started dating me, leaving me feeling alone once again.
"I at first resented you for this, for taking away my freedom and somehow making Misa and I no longer have anything in common, and the sixty days of solitary confinement and having my father pretend he was going to kill me certainly didn't help endear you to me. But the more time I spent with you as we looked Kira and the more I learned about you as you started to opening up to me, I became comfortable around you and I... I fell in love with you, L. But I couldn't bring myself to tell you the truth before now because I was afraid. Afraid that it would serve as a confession to you that I was Kira and afraid that you would hate me for being so unnatural. But none of that matters now. You can arrest me and execute me if that will satisfy you. Just please do not throw your life away."
L was silent for a long moment after he tied off the bandage. He just stared at Light with those large dark eyes.
Finally, he said, "I appreciate your honesty and concern, Light. But I still need to test the rule. It's the only way the Task Force will understand and the only way to get closer to catching Kira. If you're not Kira and Amane-san has become Kira again, then she has to know by now who the original Kira is. We can try to make a deal with the Shinigami in order to learn his identity, but I doubt she will trust me. Promise me that you will make sure the rule is tested when I die."
"Don't talk like that! Like it's already too late!"
"It is. We will be parting ways very soon, I can feel it. But you have nothing to fear. I know that you can finish this case in my absence and if the Task Force refuses to cooperate, you'll have help from some friends of mine, friends that Kira does not know about. Will you promise to catch Kira when I'm gone?"
"I will."
L smiled. Then he leaned forward and pressed his lips against Light's. After a moment of hesitation, Light returned the kiss, his fingers tangling in the detective's hair as tears fell down his face.
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"Everyone, the Shinigami--!" L then clutched his chest as if in pain, the spoon he was using to stir his tea slipping from his other hand as he started falling.
Light ran forward and caught L and looked down at him.
No, please no! Not like this!
L squeezed Light's hand, a sad smile on his face as he saw the younger man's tears.
"Sorry...it had to...end...like this." It seemed to hurt for him to speak. His eyes began to close. "You're...not Kira. I wish I..."
His heart stopped beating and Light saw the name "L Lawliet" disappear along with the remaining years he should have lived.
From here, I had in mind that the other Task Force members start dropping dead too until only Light is left. Misa enters, as does Kira (Teru Mikami, because he's my usual go-to for an alternate Kira), and they give Light a choice: join them or die. Light is horrified, but is also pissed off and heartbroken that he lost his father, several of his friends, and the love of his life, and calls both of them out, daring them to kill him. One of them strikes him, causing Light to stumble and hit his head hard enough to draw blood. Several of the drops land on L and, without anyone noticing, seeps into his skin.
The last thing Light sees before he passes out, believing that he will die, is L standing up and preventing Mikami from writing his name down by breaking his wrist. When he wakes up again, L tells him that the Kiras are in custody and awaiting trial. While Light is glad that L is back, he's still grieving the deaths of the other Task Force members and is concerned that he can no longer see L's name at all and that neither of them know why that is, or why L is hungry/thirsty all the time no matter how much he eats.
The rest of the story would be them figuring out that L is a vampire and trying to navigate everything from there. I might come back to this someday, but I have too much going on at this time.
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