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Blurred Lines Part 2❤️‍🩹

Miguel O'Hara x Fem reader

Synopsis: you and Miguel have a casual arrangement of just sex. You reluctantly agree in hopes that you can get him to fall for you. Unfortunately, it's not that simple.

Word count: 3.9k

Part 1

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TW: MINORS DNI, MASTURBATION,SMUT(P IN V, SPIT, CREAMPIE, FINGERING), ANGST, ALCOHOL, HEARTBREAK BUT HAPPY ENDING AS PROMISED 🖤

Miguel stares downwards at the bustling scene of Nueva York from his window at HQ one afternoon, deep in thought. It had been several weeks since the incident at the annual Spider Gala, when you brazenly called him out in front of everyone and he left you crying in a dark lab by yourself.

Beneath the surface, all the intimate hours you two spent between each other's legs became more than just fucking to Miguel also. He couldn't trace it back to the exact moment it happened, but he knew at least after the first time when he kissed your lips that you were going to be trouble.

Each time he was in your presence after that, he kept riding the waves of denial, hoping that his submerged affection for you wouldn't bob to the surface, intensifying and building into a love that would knock him off his feet. He'd been in many situations like this before, but you were the first to cut him deep.

This whole time, he thought he was the one who you'd need to be wary of. He thought he occupied the higher seat since he was the one that requested no strings attached, not aware that the way you kissed him and gazed into his eyes would be enough for you to pull the rug out from under him altogether. That time you burst out laughing when you both nearly rolled off your bed admist your passion even if only for a moment, brought him back to a time before he lost his daughter where he knew how to smile.

It took about 3 days after you quit for him to realize that he hadn't seen you in some time. He knew that as of late, the task of turning in the weekly reports had been transferred to one of your coworkers so you wouldn't be forced to see his face as your way of protecting your already flayed heart. The sight of his beautiful face threatening to reopen the wound you only recently managed to stop bleeding.

However, he'd usually catch you in the hallways from afar, or he'd check on your whereabouts on his surveillance screens, a fact he was a little bit more ashamed of. Just him knowing that you were still around, operating within his orbit was enough for him, even if he was still too cowardly to confront the truth he tried so hard to mask.

When he finally asked your supervisor what became of you and was told that you quit, he felt a stream of guilt take over his body, but brushed it off with a curt nod and a slow walk back to his empty office. Now, he found himself contemplating in his room after work, staring out his window. Business as usual for the city below while he was left to contend with his demons inside.

He had also heard the rumors of you and Peter B. It bothered him way more than he thought it would. But it was pointless to be upset over a woman he did not have. Being jealous wasn't his right, but he felt it anyway as the unmistakable green eyed monster reared its ugly head in his direction.

The thoughts of Peter pounding his dick into you, making you throw your head back and delivering you to orgasm even if it was only for one night had Miguel punching the air. It should've been him. He couldn't leave you alone for two seconds before the wolves descended. A fool he was for not scooping you up earlier so that the treasure of your heart and the gift of your soft body was for him and him only.

He scanned over your fights with him over and over again in his head. Hindsight causing him to wish that he could go back and do it differently. Instead of shrinking and cowering away at your utterance that you loved him, lean into it and just allow himself to love you back. Allow himself to beome alive again. Allow himself to make peace with the possibility of being hurt again. Allow himself to trust someone with his heart he so heavily guarded.

The emptiness tripled at night when he'd lay down, alone again in this bed he made himself, metaphorically and literally. Biting his lip and gathering the thin sheets in a tight grip as he bucked his hips to his hungry strokes of the thought of you. As though every thrust he made into the ghost of you contained every unattainable word of love he wanted to moan in your ear while you laid there and took him perfectly. As though he was a parched man surviving on only the bitter taste of wine, when the oasis he was looking for laid between the valley of your thighs.

He panted there with his release on his stomach in the dark, the clarity of you being gone hitting him like cold water. He couldn't call you after he deleted your number at your request. He had really lost you now. The softness of your lips and the melody of your laugh were only tapes in his memories that he could play again and again, until the passage of time would inevitably erode them away. He buries his yearning for you deep in his bones, hoping that eventually the sound of your name would no longer sting. His tried (but so far not yet true), familiar method of bottling his feelings up and attempting to move on.

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After you crossed over into the next chapter of your life without Miguel, attempts to keep the door open were still made by Peter B. He'd call you up after work, send flowers to your doorstep, weaving another sinister tempting web for you to get caught in. You let him down easy with a gentle bat of your eyes. You had figured out his ulterior motive that you were just a means to stave off his insatiable sexual appetite, an alluring rebound after his wife shattered his heart.

Truly, Miguel was the one who lived in your head rent free with no plans to move out anytime soon. You figured hooking up with Peter was the nail in the coffin. Another man ruining you for him for good. But you reminisced any way, even if in reality you assumed he would never look your way again.

Touching yourself at night not realizing he was doing the same thing miles away. Remembering how marvelously he fucked you. Remembering how the mouthwatering stroke of his hips plus the desire in his crimson eyes caused you to see black. Remembering the times you compelled him to give you one of his gorgeous smiles that were few and far between. The richness of his voice that was silk against your eardrums. Until your desire squirted out of you, leaving you breathless and sweaty in your bed he fucked you in months before, until the pleasure brought you to a gentle sleep.

Practically a year had now passed. The mere thought of him no longer immediately haunted you, no longer tormented your pysche, no longer sent nausea to your belly, but your love for him still existed. A forgotten candle burning in a dark room.

You get a message out of the blue from Jess inviting you out for coffee. You feel surprised yet welcome the unexpected gesture of kindness. As you walk in to the small café, she's sitting in a corner booth, the unmistakable, yet fatigued glow of late pregnancy hanging around her.

She flashes a warm smile at you as you give her a hug and sit down across from her, the sharp corners of her winged eyeliner pulling her almond shaped eyes into a regal display of femininity.

"How have you been?" She asks as her spoon lightly clinks against the white porcelain of the mug she's drinking out of.

The corners of your mouth slowly pull upward into a closed lip smile as you acknowledge that you're doing well. Realizing for the first time that you truly mean it.

"I've been meaning to thank you for having my back during all of the things that went down between Miguel and I."

Jess waves her hand at you. "It's nothing. I'm happy to help in any way. You're one of the first lab techs we ever had that I didn't need to repeat myself more than once to. You were stellar at your job, and you were overall just a fun one to be around." Her shoulders shake a little as she chuckles at the memories of the banter you two would share at lunchtime.

You grin and do the same. "How's the pregnancy treating you?"

She sighs. "Well, it's any day now. I'm actually drinking raspberry leaf tea today to try and get this show on the road," she laughs. "I'm supposed to give a speech for my Spider-Woman of the year nomination in a couple of days, but I don't think I'll be able to do it." She takes a deep breath, knowing that the next question she's about to ask you might cause you to recoil into your shell.

"Would...you give my speech for me?"

Your eyebrows raise in surprise, but you're actually all on board with helping your old work girlfriend out. "Absolutely!" you answer, only just realizing the implications as soon as you accept.

"Will...he, um be there?" you ask, already knowing the answer.

Jess gives you an understanding look and nods her head. She pauses and glances down, not sure if the only tea she should spill right now is the one in the mug sitting on the wooden table in front of her.

"Want me to tell you more about what I know?" She checks in with you.

You nod, bracing yourself for news that might hurt your feelings but you're dying to know anyway.

"Well, for one, Peter got back together with MJ." figures. "But Miguel's been different. He misses you."

You feel your stomach spin on itself.

"Let me add a disclaimer: he didn't say those words himself. But I know him well enough to know that he does." Jess clarifies.

You raise your eyebrows, her statement yanking you back down to Earth.

"Really, Jess?"

Jess's head tilts to the side. "Come on now, I have never told a lie. I sure as hell didn't lie when I warned you about him the first time, didn't I?"

Oooof, touché.

You nod, accepting defeat. "I'd still love to give your speech for you. Let me know if there's anything else I can do and good luck with your baby. I'm super happy for you."

Jess smiles at you once more as she slides her speech in a folded up paper across the table to you and gives you another warm hug before you depart, the heaviness of the task weighing you down knowing you're about to be in the presence of the one man who makes you weak for the first time in almost a year.

Jess gives herself a silent pat on the back as she leans back and sips her tea. Her attempt to reunite the pining, estranged lovers commencing in just a few days.

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3 days later

You take a deep breath as you prepare to enter the fray. The man who ruined your life and trampled your heart into the ground inside the building before you.

You enter, the bottoms of your heels coming into contact with a plush red carpet clashing against your simple, short burgundy dress this time. A short, stocky Spider-Man greets you and trades you a dainty champagne flute in exchange for your coat.

You make your way into the main dining hall, and the light chatter and violins fill your ears as the quiet elegant ambiance of the night floods your senses. You're fashionably late, as you can see everyone already making their way to their seats. Your eyes dart around, searching for Miguel, but you don't spot him yet.

Suddenly, you hear your name being called from the stage and it jostles you into panic mode. You slam down the rest of your champagne and leave it on a random table top and scurry up to the stage, eyes watering and lips puffy from the carbonation of the drink.

You feel the gaze of a hundred pairs of eyes cutting into you as you stand in the same spot you disgraced a year earlier. The champagne acts quickly, you take it on the head and unfold the speech Jess prepared for you, the nerves faintly evident as they threaten to cause your clear voice to shake.

"The acceptance speech for Spider-Woman of the Year as prepared by Jessica Drew, who regrets that she could not be here tonight to give this herself." You carefully continue, "I would like to express my humble, yet utmost gratitude for this award. It is my honor to serve and protect all inhabitants of the multiverse. A destined calling which I take very seriously. First and foremost, I would like to thank my darling husband and soon to be father of our child. You're my reason for it all."

As soon as those words escape your lips you look up to make eye contact with the audience and coincidentally lock right on the target you've been so anxiously awaiting since you stepped foot inside: Miguel O'Hara. Dark and chiseled and looking just as handsome as the day you met him, if not even better as his sharp tux was doing his physique all kinds of favors tonight, his brown tousled locks bringing it all together.

You nearly fold but rip your gaze from him back to the paper in front of you, realizing you have a job to do and knowing if you look into his eyes that the whole thing will come toppling down.

"In addition, I'd like to thank my mother and father for raising me and instilling the values in me of what it means to be a good person which no doubt has shaped me into the woman I am today. I'd like to thank my boss, Miguel O'Hara..."

His name feels odd leaving your lips, a chink in your armor that the audience surely caught by now if they weren't already up to speed on your scandalous reputation at Spider HQ.

You clear your throat, "...for believing in me. Thank you all so much for this prestigious award. I will try hard to live up to, if not exceed the responsibilities that this honor carries. Thank you."

A generous applause erupts and you give a modest bow and exit the stage, hustling for the fresh air of outside, hoping the calmness of the night will transfer onto you as you come down from your anxious high.

But, he's already waiting outside for you, leaning against a pillar, nursing champagne, gazing off at the deep lavender sky that's begun to set. He whips around almost if on queue and halts you dead in your tracks as you begin to abort the mission and leave inside.

"Wait..." he sighs and approaches you while you stay frozen. A deer in headlights.

"Please don't leave without me getting a chance to at least apologize to you." The corners around his eyes soften.

You stand there with a dry throat and slowly gulp.

"Look, I slept with Peter B. that night..," you blindly confess.

Miguel blinks, but his eyes stay locked on your shaking frame. "I know. But I don't care," he says flatly.

He pinches the bridge of his nose and turns away from you for a moment, then turns back around when he's ready to continue with his monologue, taking a step closer to you with every word he says,

"I'm sorry that I was too big of a coward to acknowledge how you felt. If I didn't want you to fuck Peter, then I should have made you mine the moment you confessed you really loved me too..."

He takes a deep breath, he's doing this for you. Damned if he doesn't take the leap right now. "Because the truth, is I've been suffering slowly this whole time. I need you..."

Your eyelids flutter, emotions building in your chest. He catches on and notices you're feeling it too, and his voice becomes more at ease as he continues to speak softly,

"Love hurts. And if I need to hurt to know what it's like to love you then I'll be cut a hundred times. I'll hand you my heart and let you shatter it all over again just for you to let me take you to my room after this and keep you until the morning, or as long as it takes for me to convince you that you're in love with me too.

I already knew you'd shake up my world the moment you came strutting in those ridiculous outfits just to get me to notice you. The moment I finally dared to kiss you and started fucking you like it was the only thing I knew how to do. Like it was the only thing I ever wanted to do. Like I was meant to do it. Like I needed the very essence of you burned into my body forever..."

Your breath has escaped you this time, the corner of your eyes threatening to leak. He's inches away from you now, looking down on you as the endearing height difference between you two creates the perfect image of two lovers standing frozen in time, loving words exchanged that will bond the pair inevitably that night and always.

"Like if all the words rearranged to describe every single thing about you that drives me fucking insane could no longer do you justice. Like if I could no longer speak and I just needed to show you with my cock instead..." he whispers, taking your chin in his fingers and slipping his other hand down your waist, the arousal intensifying at a dizzying pace in your core by now.

"Please don't let me suffer any longer. I want you for myself," he utters. Crimson eyes pulling you in and holding you there.

You nearly tackle him as you reach up and kiss him furiously. His hands fly immediately all over your body. The body he missed so much. The body he loved on for hours and hours, spilling his seed into it. Panting into each other's mouths, starstruck at this passionate reunion, there's only one thing left to do.

"Let's get out of here," you exhale, the champagne on your breath leaving an alluring taste in his mouth.

Miguel smiles, pressing a kiss into your forehead and sweeping you up bridal style. Heads turn as he carries you inside and upstairs to his room at HQ, the two volatile lovers reunited at last. But they never looked so good together. Never looked like they belonged together more than they did now. The year separation was the pull they needed to wind up back into each other's arms.

When you and Miguel get back to his dark room, it's a frenzy of ripped clothes and soft moans but he pauses when it's his turn to take off your burgundy satin dress. He breathes deeply as he lays both of his strong large hands on your shoulders, moving your spaghetti straps down under his palms, the silky fabric slinking off your body leaving you bare with your nipples poking deliciously out from the chilly air greeting it, except a pair of black panties which he's hooked onto his fingers and slid them down off your hips.

You're sat on the edge of his bed. Miguel gets on his knees and licks a stripe from the top of your mound to the middle of your plush belly with his tongue, eliciting a high pitched moan from you which goes straight to his dick, tenting it from his delicious naked outline that you can faintly make out in the dark. Relying on your taste and touch senses to guide you through this lust-packed night which amplifies the pleasure to mind boggling levels. You revel at the size of him, a year's time causing you to forget and wonder how you'll be able to take him this time.

He catches your back with his hand, letting you lay backwards slowly as he moves you up on the bed closer to the pillows so you can rest while he gets to work on you.

He skillfully uses his knees to part your legs, leaving you glistening and exposed for him to take.

He groans at the sight of you laid out for him.

"God, I fucking missed this..."

He begins to curl his fingers deep within you, laving himself in your arousal and making you arch your back and curl your toes. Your mouth falls open and you press your head forcefully into his pillows which galvanize you to a whole new level of desire when you realize they're laced with his divine scent of sandalwood.

Your gaze is suddenly interrupted when his pretty face looms over you, crimson eyes devoured by adoration of your over sensitive reaction to just his fingers.

"Open your mouth," he whispers.

You obey and a line of his yummy spit lands on your tongue. You moan as you taste it. The flavor a mixture of your chapstick, his minty mouthwash, and the champagne from earlier.

"So fucking good..." you whine, closing your eyes.

You're about to lose it right then and there when you suddenly feel empty. You look up with faint disappointment which evaporates almost instantly when you see Miguel squaring his big strong arms on either side of your head, shifting for a moment to use a spare hand to guide himself to you.

The stretch is painful at first and you cry out. He silences you with a passionate kiss, sliding his tongue tenderly into your mouth. He lets the soft fullness of his lips loosen you up, causing you to open your legs wider for him and buck your hips eagerly, needing to take him all at once.

He groans deeply at this welcome change in you. You surrendering to the fatal strokes of his cock. He tangles a hand in your hair and buries his face in your neck smothering it in wet kisses. His hips stall with an agonizing pull out, then slam back into you, the crazed love he felt for you in each delectable thrust into your pussy.

He continued, relishing in the way your hair decorated his pillows and the sounds of your soft moans reverberating off his walls. Pummeling into you with all the loving frustration he pent up for a year being deprived of you.

"Te amo..." he groaned into your ear as he filled you up completely. You let out a high pitched gasp as all the passion came to an even sexier conclusion.

"I love you more..." you whisper up at him, swimming in your post- orgasmic bliss and running your hands along his sweaty brow, coming to a rest on his chiseled jaw.

"Not possible." He shakes his head, beaming down at you. He rolls over and pulls you onto his chest, both of your bellies rising and falling as sleep quickly started to overcome you.

"Should we get breakfast tomorrow?" He asks in a drowsy voice.

"Yes please..." you sigh, your words slurring with exhaustion at the end.

And so you finished the night in each other's arms. Entertwined as though you never left. Moonlight leaking gently through and casting sensual light on the promising life you were beginning. Together.

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DAY 11 | NIGHT WE MET

PAIRING: lee minho x reader

GENRE: angst, unrequited love, college au, non idol au

WC: 1.27k

CW: profesional dancer!minho, mentioned reader/gunil (xdinary heroes), seonghwa (ateez) cameo

PROMPT: realizing they fell for the other one too late

this is the angst one. i'm sorry in advance. i know i sneaked in yet another random relationship, but it fits the plot. and i will use any excuse to sneak gunil anywhere lol. also i have no idea how weddings in sk work, so i just wrote what i know. the wedding isnt even important anyway lol. i hope you enjoy reading <3

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Minho propped his head on his hand and looked out of the window. He wasn't really watching nature outside the train window; it just served as a distraction. And a cover, so the other people sitting around him won't see his face, even though it's covered by a mask. His deep brown boba eyes weren't, and that eyes are the windows to the soul was a saying for a reason. Especially for Minho. Many people have told him that despite his mysteriously closed-off attitude, his eyes have always betrayed him, telling his deepest secrets to the world.

And especially now, he didn't particularly feel the need to spill his heart to the unknown woman sitting opposite him. Not that she would notice, given the fact that she had been arguing over the phone for the past twenty minutes, but it was better to be safe than sorry. His thoughts were in dangerous territory. As they always did for the past few months, they wandered to you. Minho hadn't seen you for almost a year. The last time you two saw each other was last summer, when you took advantage of the summer break to go on a late August vacation with your whole friend group. Then your lives kicked off; you became busy with your university work, and Minho didn't even make it to Jisung's birthday before his company sent him off to dance for some idol group on tour. But now the tour was finishing, and Minho was on his way back to Seoul. He wasn't supposed to be back for another week, but he made a deal with the company. His best friend Chan was getting married, and Minho planned to surprise him.

But because Chan was also your friend, it meant you would be there too. And here was the core problem. In the time spent around the world and being able to exchange only a few texts a day, often with multiple-hour delays, Minho realized something. Minho realized that he was a complete idiot for what he did back in August. He pondered over the conversation you had the last night of your vacation many times. When it got late and he was in his hotel room, unable to sleep, his mind found its way towards that specific moment, replaying every second of it so vividly that it felt like watching a movie. And with every replay, Minho began slowly realizing something important.

He remembered how you pulled him aside that day, telling him to come meet you outside the beachhouse you and friends rented. He remembered standing there while you went to put on something warmer than a tank top. You walked barefoot alongside the beach, the waves occasionally splashing your ankles. Minho remembered how the stars shone brightly above your heads, mirrored in your eyes. It was romantic, Minho recalled. The breeze had been playing with your hair as you stopped and turned to face him. And then you told him. You confessed with tears in the corners of your eyes, telling him about all the heavy feelings you had harbored since March. You told him how it would be fine if he rejected you, but you just needed to get it off your chest because it was killing you on the inside to have him so close yet so out of reach.

And Minho, being the fool he was, said no. He said he was flattered but didn't feel the same. He only saw you as a friend. You nodded. Minho reached to wipe the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs, and you smiled at him. You told him it was okay, you understood. You would just need a little time to allow your heart to get over it as well. Reaching forward, you pressed a light kiss to his cheek and began walking back to the house, leaving Minho on the moonlit beach alone. When he woke up the next morning, you were gone. And that was the last time he saw you. He gave you time, like he promised, and then he left for the tour.

Sometime after two months of touring, you began texting like you used to, but Minho could sense something had shifted. As a matter of fact, it took him several more months to realize what, but he knew it from the start. He got too used to the fact that, in his life, you were a constant. You never left, not even after a few particularly nasty fights. In the end, you were there. Everywhere. Always. So being away from you made him realize just how much he missed you. And not only that. In the lonely, sleepless nights, he had room to think. And he did indeed. He thought about you, what you were doing, or how you were feeling. He thought about how dear you were to him and that he wouldn't know what to do if he lost you. He thought about what his heart did at the mention of your name. He thought about what your texts made him feel. And he came to the conclusion that he was completely, utterly fucked.

Because he was in love with you. He was in love with you for the whole duration of the tour. He was in love with you even back then, in August. He was just too stupid to realize it then.

But now he was going to fix it. He was going to surprise you, spill his heart, and hope you haven't moved on yet. He had watched your Instagram almost obsessively, and you haven't posted anything about a new partner. That hope was what got him through the tour, because as soon as he realized it, he was really close to just packing his things and leaving right there and then. He wanted to tell you in person because you didn't deserve anything less, and he wanted to do it soon.

When Minho arrived at the venue, he went to greet Chan and his friends but avoided you at all costs. As soon as reception began, though, he immediately began searching for you. When he found you, he had to remind himself to stay calm. You hugged, exchanged a few sentences about how you were, and then he came. An unknown man holding two drinks joined you, giving one of them to you. You smiled as a thank-you and said the words that shattered Minho's world. “Oh, Min. Meet Gunil, my boyfriend.”

It took all of Minho's willpower to smile, bow, and shake Gunil's hand before he excused himself. He knew this was his fault. He couldn't blame you for moving on and for finding someone who was there when he couldn't. He cared too much about you to do that. He was the one who was late, and now he had to suffer the consequences. He found himself at the bar, a drink in hand. He downed it in one go and, with a raspy voice, asked the bartender, Seonghwa, according to the name tag, for another one. He didn't ask questions; he simply filled Minho's glass again. And again. Until Minho had too much to drink and the bartender had to take him out for some fresh air.

As Seonghwa led him outside, Minho caught a glimpse of you on the dance floor in Gunil's arms, head thrown back in laughter as your boyfriend spun you around. A part of Minho felt happy for you. Another part of him wished he would find someone to pick up the pieces of his broken heart, just like Gunil did for you.

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genre: fluff

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Prompt: Cursed by Lord Huron

Lyrics: "The spell she cast on me is real”, "I gotta find me a cure.", "I was doomed by our first kiss."

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Through his travels at sea, Silvio had seen and experienced many things. 

Through rain and thunderstorms he had witnessed the waves rise before his ship, so high they kissed the sky. In the middle of the ocean, he had witnessed the vast infinity of the world and understood what it truly meant to be by one’s self. On more occasions than one he had witnessed the Sun being swallowed by clouds of coal and smoke, the sea tainted with ink as light faded in the distance. 

Yet nothing ever got his heart hammering in his chest the way you did. Nothing ever instilled such fear, such wonder. Never had he encountered as wickedly enchanting a creature as you. 

Never, had he been drawn to anything as much as he found himself drawn to you, lured by the flickers in your gaze and by the taste of his name on your tongue. 

He knows he should stay away, but it’s too late, you’ve caught his heart and made it yours. Locking it away in your treasure chest, leaving him cold and empty and heaving for mercy. 

He was doomed by the first kiss. A kiss he had stolen from you himself in the hope of shutting you up, instead you had taken his heart in return. Every thought now haunted by the softness of your lips on his and the sweet taste of your scent. 

And a part of him wants to flee, to free himself from your claws and swim back to the surface. Yet another part of him finds comfort in the power you have over him, in the hold you have over his every thought and every waking hour. As much as he hates it. 

He stares at you as the two of you stand on the beach, pouring rain soaking through his bones yet he can’t seem to care. Feet rooted in the sand as he holds your gaze, your eyes piercing through him and there is nothing he can do to escape from you. 

Not when you’ve stolen the air from his lungs and his survival depends on your vicinity alone. So even as the tears of the sky stain through his clothes, he remains in front of you. 

You stare at him, a scowl on your features as you cross your arms over your chest. He had said something unkind yet again, and you had gone to the beach in front of the Benitoitian castle to avoid throwing a punch at him. 

His heart twists in his chest as a visible shiver wracks through your body and in a flash he is by your side, removing his coat to drape it over your shoulders. He hopes you don’t catch the concern in his gaze. 

“Damnit you really have no sense of self preservation. Didn’t you see it was pourin’?” He scowls, and warmth spreads in his chest as you shoot him a glare.  

“Honestly between staying in the same room as you and the rain, I’ll take the rain in a heartbeat.” You say, yet your hands still clutch at the fabric of his coat, seeking its warmth and comfort. His heart flutters at the sight. 

Part of him wants to learn your wits and how you play your tricks. How you managed to wrap him around your finger with such ease. Another part of him doesn’t care, already too lost in you, slowly drowning in the gentle warmth that lulls his chest at the mere thought of you. 

Each kiss a deal with the devil he can’t escape, each kiss another part of his soul he willingly sells to you for eternity and forevermore. 

It is not even like the two of you are a thing. Your lips just happened to meet a few too many times than proper. Either in an attempt to shut the other up or because of unbridled frustration. 

Sometimes he thinks you might be a witch, a siren of sorts, one that sings sailors to their death. Unlucky sailors like him, weak to your charms. But then again, it doesn't seem like you are trying to lure him in. In fact it is quite the opposite. 

It is not like you are kind or tender to him, not like you are soft in your advances or bold in your seduction. No. You’re scorching fire and raging passion, especially when it comes to arguing with him or demonstrating just how much of a “pain in the ass” he is to you. 

And maybe that’s why he found himself so drawn to you in the first place. Not because of some supernatural charm, not because of some spell he cannot escape. But because of you. Because you are the first woman that dares be honest with him, that dares put him back in his place and would rather jump into a sea of sharks than let him buy you with his money. 

Maybe the reason he finds himself so drawn to you, is because you are the first to see him as a person. 

Maybe that is why, even the most hurtful of words and most insulting sentences sound like a blessing when sung in your voice. And before he knows it Silvio would rather cross Hell by your side than go through Heaven alone. 

You make hating you so tempting. Yet he can’t find the strength in himself to push you away, strangely enamoured by the thought of you spitting your fire at him yet again. 

The spell you cast on him is real. And he has to find a cure, but he doesn’t know if he wants to. 

“You should come back inside.” He says, swallowing thickly as bitterness coats his tongue at your harsh gaze. 

He waits for you to move, for you to go back to the safety of the palace. And when you do, he follows after you, because where else would he go? 

And even though he knows you’re in Benitoite as Belle, he wishes you’d come for him instead.

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[isa-beenme]

Ooooh for the Bingo, fluffy and angsty Forbidden Love with Eris??? 🥰🙏🏻🔥

HIHIHIHIHI

Never thought I would be so excited to write for Eris oh my

THIS IS GOOOOOOOOOOD

I'm just so excited for this one, it's one of the biggest until now 💢💥✨️

I don't know if it's angsty enough, it probably isn't but I can't do better than that right now sorry 😀

Let me have you guys know that I love the IC and I don't hate them, okay? It's just for the character (although I don't agree with some of their attitudes, but hey criticize any type of politics is kind of my job so meh)

The Night We Met

Almost one year before

The Hewn City bustled with activity as the sun began its descent, casting a warm golden glow over the mountain, the few windows letting the sun pass to the cobblestones of the city carved inside the terrain. Amidst the hustle and bustle of the preparation for the monthly party, you were weaving your way through the crowds, your heart pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation. You were determined to escape the clutches of your overbearing sister and cousin, who were determined to whisk you away to Velaris, the vibrant city where they resided.

You loved your family, every tiny bit of them, but you hated the way they tried to make you hate your birthplace. The Court of Nightmares only had the reputation and, even if some of the stories were true and the cruelty indeed reigned inside of its walls, you firmly believed it was a necessary action to take against the rest of the cruel world outside. Even Rhys had to agree if he so desperately sought the help of his fellow citizens. You were a dreamer that wanted to live between the nightmares.

Breathless and desperate, you found yourself seeking solace in a secluded corner of an elegant garden. One of the few that were built closer to the top of the mountain, a simple spell and glass covered every part of it, making visible the night outside. The beauty of your home could never be replaced by the so-called "Court of Dreams". Tears glistened in your eyes as you let your emotions overwhelm you. It was at this very moment that you encountered a figure you never expected to see in real life – Eris, the prince of the Autumn Court.

Eris was notorious in your family for a past failed engagement with your older sister, Morrigan. The tension between him and your cousin, Rhysand, was palpable. You should be running away by now, knowing that Rhys and his mate, Feyre, prohibited you from participating in the parties Eris was involved in. Yet, as you locked eyes, you noticed a gentleness and concern that shattered your preconceived notions.

- Are you alright? You seem distressed - he inquired, his eyes filled with genuine worry. Eris approached you cautiously, his voice carrying a soothing tone.

- Yes, thank you. I was just trying to run away from my family - You pushed a strain of hair behind your ear, the blond locks always too alike to your sister's hair.

- I might know a little bit about that too, want company? - He asked slowly, not taking any step closer to you. If he had any idea of who you were he didn't show it.

- I might want, yes - You motioned for him to sit at your side in one of the many benches around the garden.

A surge of emotions overwhelmed you as you found yourself pouring your heart out to Eris. You both talked and laughed, sharing stories and dreams as the moon rose high in the sky. To say the least, you were amazed by how comfortable you felt in Eris' presence, your connection deepening with every passing moment.

Present days

A year had passed since that fateful encounter in the garden. You and Eris had spent countless hours together, growing closer with each passing day. Your love for each other blossomed, defying the animosity that surrounded you. One evening, you strolled hand in hand through a meadow in the Autumn Court, the same place where you usually met each other to not raise any suspicion in your court. Eris paused and turned to face you, taking in the green dress you were wearing. His eyes held a mixture of adoration and nervousness.

- I cannot bear to be without you any longer, my days are consumed by the thought of you, and my dreams are filled with your presence. I love you during my waking hours and imagine you during my slumber ones. Will you marry me? - He asked, his voice filled with hope. Overwhelmed with joy, you nodded vigorously.

-Yes, Eris! I will marry you - You replied, voice brimming with excitement. You threw yourself into his arms, kissing him with every emotion you held in your body. Happiness overlaps joy as he spins you around, creating that bubble you both always felt when you were together.

The first challenge was Eris' father. Knowing damn well your father would be confused but happier than ever for finally getting the hold of the Autumn he always dreamed about. On the other hand, High Lord Beron was a complete mystery. The grand halls of the Autumn Court's palace were adorned with lavish decorations, befitting the grandeur of the occasion. The atmosphere crackled with anticipation as Eris, accompanied by you on his right side, made his way towards the throne room where Beron, the High Lord, awaited.

As you approached the entrance, Eris squeezed your hand, offering reassurance and support. You offered the same, your knowledge of his personal life and the terror his father caused him during his childhood made you as nervous for him as you were for yourself. You exchanged a brief, loving glance, drawing strength from your connection before stepping into the throne room.

The room was bathed in warm, golden light, emanating from the ornate chandeliers that hung from the ceiling. At the end of the room, seated upon a magnificent throne adorned with autumnal motifs, sat Beron, his regal presence commanding attention. His eyes, stern and piercing, hardened upon seeing his son and you. He took in your blond hair, noticing all the similarities between you and your sister.

- Eris, my son - Beron called out, his voice echoing through the hall - Approach, both of you.

Eris led you forward, your steps purposeful yet tinged with nervous anticipation. You stood before Beron, your hands still intertwined, a symbol of unwavering commitment to one another. Beron's gaze shifted between Eris and you, his expression thoughtful as he studied your position at his son's side. The silence stretched, creating a palpable tension that seemed to hang in the air.

- Eris, son of mine, it is often that a request for marriage to my sons comes before me. What is uncommon is my son requesting a marriage. Especially you. Speak your intentions - Finally, Beron spoke, his voice steady and resonant. Eris straightened his posture, determination gleaming in his eyes.

- Father, I stand before you today, with the woman I chose to marry. She has brought vision into my life, a feeling to covet that surpasses any kind of feeling I ever sought. I wish to marry her, to join our powers and lives for eternity - You slowly nodded towards him - Also, to join the Autumn and the Night Court in a long-time union. As you wished from the beginning, Father - Beron's gaze shifted to you, his scrutiny weighing upon her.

- And what of you, young lady? Do you share these intentions? How do you offer a partnership to the Night?

- High Lord Beron, I plan to praise and obey your son with all my heart and I desire nothing more than to become his wife. I promise to honor and cherish him, to stand by his side through all challenges that may come - With a steady voice you responded, your eyes locked with Beron's - I am the second daughter of Keir, commander of the Hewn City and General of its army.

- You are Morrigan's sister? - He asked you slowly, seeing Eris let go of your hand to let you give a step closer to the throne, this moment being practiced between you and your mother a thousand times. You just nodded and waited - If she is the Truth Teller, how do they call you in your territory?

- Truth Unleasher, sir - The High Lord smiled, playing with one of the decorations in his seat.

- I believe that no one hid from you the story both of our families share, right? - His eyes hovering all over your figure made you shift uncomfortably in your spot - Do your sister and cousin know you are here?

- Sir, I would let you know that I'm very aware of Eris' past with my family, but I found myself in a hard position once we started talking and realized how good of a match we are since we seek the same objectives of power and wealth - The lies roll down your tongue, in truth, Eris told you the whole story he had with Morrigan and your power told you everything you needed to know about his sincerity. But Beron didn't need to know this part - Although my sister and the High Lord are my family and, right now, my sovereigns, they are not aware of my position, since none of them have I say in my marriage life. This is only a matter for me and my father to talk about. And, obviously, my husband and you, sir, if you grant us your blessing.

Beron leaned back in on his throne, his eyes glimmering with a mix of curiosity and contemplation as you bowed down to him.

- Love, as I have come to learn with those ridiculous rulers of Night, is a powerful force. It can mend what is broken and forge unbreakable bonds, that's what your adorable cousin likes to say, am I wrong? - You shook your head, earning a small hum from him - Eris, you have always been headstrong, and it seems you have found your match in this young woman - He paused, his gaze shifting to you once again - As for you, Truth Unleasher, you has earned the respect of my son, a feat not easily accomplished. Your resolve and devotion are commendable. I can tell you are far more polite and respectful than your failed attempt of a sister, she is definitely the worst wife this world has yet to face - He laughed a little, enjoying even more as you and Eris smiled too. Two (or three) could play this game if he wanted to. A flicker of a smile graced Beron's lips, barely perceptible - I grant my blessing for this union. May your love endure, and may your union bring strength and prosperity to both the Autumn Court and the Nightmare's family.

Relief and joy washed over Eris and you as Beron'sords echoed in the grand hall. You exchanged glances, eyes shining with a gratitude Beron couldn't see.

- Thank you, my High Lord - Eris expressed, his voice filled with a hint of genuine gratitude - Your blessing means the world to us - Beron nodded, a rare hint of warmth in his eyes.

- You may have my blessing, but remember, the path you tread will not be easy, shall you think of hiding it from your family for any longer, young girl - He showed his teeth in a shivering smile, delighting himself in the victory he sought during his whole life - When you both decide to tell Keir about the news, tell him to send me a letter and give a day and time for a family dinner, the first of many.

With those final words of pure command, Beron rose from his throne, signifying the conclusion of the audience. Eris and you bowed deeply and respectfully before the High Lord, hearts filled with hope and determination.

As you left the throne room hand in hand, the weight of Beron's blessing enveloped you, empowering your love and fortifying your resolve. Your happiness was soon put to the test again when you approached your father's study, now seeking his blessing.

In the serene surroundings of a private study within your ancestral home, Keir sat at a polished wooden desk, his expression contemplative. He had received word that his beloved child had found love in the arms of Eris, the prince of the Autumn Court. His mind traveled back and forth with different scenarios of how the fire princeling may have met his second daughter, knowing of the rule prohibiting their encounter.

As the door to the study creaked open, Keir looked up to find his youngest entering, accompanied by Eris. The determination they held between them was evident in the way their eyes sought each other, even in the presence of the commander of the Nightmare Court.

- Father - you spoke before bowing down in respect to your parents, your voice filled with both nervousness and hope - May we speak with you?

Keir regarded his child and her chosen partner, his eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and concern. He gestured for them to take a seat across from him, indicating that he was willing to hear them out. Eris spoke first, his voice sincere and earnest.

- Keir, I come before you today as a man who holds a deep respect for your daughter. Our paths have become entwined, and I wish to ask for your blessing to marry her - Keir leaned back in his chair, his gaze shifting between Eris and you. His features changed, revealing a complex mixture of emotions.

- Listen here, young prince, I know the history between our families has been tumultuous, my failed attempt to match you with my oldest daughter hunts me until these days. I'm curious how you found yourself in the position of asking for my other daughter's hand - For a second you feared your father could say no - But I also see the potential of getting the accord we wrote many centuries ago finally become reality. You didn't ask for her dote, didn't ask for anything at all. You came here only with the idea of prosperity and respect, and probably her submission to you. I don't have anything against it, I only hope you can keep it going for a better goal in your marriage - He turned his attention to you, your eyes meeting in a moment of unspoken understanding. You were doing this for your family too. Pride washed over him at your sacrifice - And you, my child. Your happiness and well-being were never my foremost concern, but if you believe that Eris is the one who can provide that happiness, I will not stand in your way, especially if it means many gains for our family.

- Father, Eris has shown me a future like no other. He sees me for who I truly am and accepts me without reservation. I have found a feeling that surpasses all boundaries. I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life by his side - Your eyes shimmered with unshed tears as you spoke with conviction - I know Mor didn't bring you the results you may have wanted, but I want nothing more than your approval - Keir took a deep breath, his voice laced with both pride and a touch of fear.

- My child, your words resonate deeply within me. It is clear that you have found a match that knows no bounds. I give you my blessing, for I trust your judgment and desire only the best for our courts - A weight seemed to lift from the room as Keir's words sank in. You and Eris exchanged a glance filled with gratitude and joy, your hearts overflowing with unspoken love.

- Thank you, Father - You whispered, voice filled with genuine appreciation. - Your acceptance means the world to us - You repeated the same words Eris had said to his father. Keir nodded, a proud smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

- Remember, child, that marriage requires effort and sacrifice from you. Cherish what you have found, and may your union bring you endless gains and fulfillment.

With those final words, Keir rose from his seat, signifying the conclusion of their conversation. You and Eris stood, making your way to the door. As you left the study, hand in hand, you felt a sense of profound happiness. With Keir's support and blessing, your love had gained an added strength, solidifying your commitment and fueling your determination to build a future together.

However, your private conversation had not gone unnoticed. Your sister, Morrigan, and cousin, Rhysand, had overheard the discussion. Consumed by anger and a sense of entitlement, they confronted both you and Eris, determined to sabotage your happiness. Morrigan and Rhysand cornered you and Eris the second you stepped out of the room. Their faces twisted with anger and resentment. Rhysand lashed out, striking Eris with a blow intended to hurt both physically and emotionally.

- How dare you come to my Court again and try to steal one of my cousins again? - Rhys says, trapping Eris against the wall with his dark power, the light flickering around you as the air seems to grow thicker.

- Rhys! Stop, please! - You screamed against deaf ears, your cousin's furious state of mind.

- You couldn't have me and now you went for my sister?! What have you done to her? - Morrigan questions as she pulls you away from both of the males.

- I told you both to stop! - Overcome with fury you tapped into your hidden powers, holding your family members in place as you made your way to Eris, now thrown to the floor as Rhysand released him from his powers. Your voice trembled with righteous anger as you confronted your family - How dare you? My love and life are not yours to control! Eris has shown me kindness and understanding, unlike any of you. I will marry him, and no one will stand in our way! - Morrigan, taken aback by her sister's outburst, tried to reason with you.

- You're making a mistake. Eris cannot be trusted. You must think about your future and your family's reputation - She pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation - You can have a life in Velaris and find a decent male there - You snickered at her words. With tears streaming down your face you looked deep into Morrigan's eyes.

- You have always put your desires above mine, sister. Perhaps it's time you realize that my happiness matters too. Eris loves me, and I love him. That is all that matters - She started to deny it with her head, but you were done with her behavior - When will any of you understand I will never live in Velaris? I love my court and I learned to love Eris' too. Why can't you understand that I am capable of making decisions by myself?

- You just want our family's approval. This marriage is not what you truly want - She pleaded one more time, despair seemed to travel to her as Eris recovered each second.

- You don't even know what I want, you never cared to ask - She denied it many times but you knew the truth. Deep down, your sister always hoped for your outburst to take you away, but it never happened - What if our parent's approval is exactly what I want? Is that so bad?

- You'll be forever trapped in this life - Rhysand said slowly, trying to release himself from your powers - You won't get a chance to dream.

- What if that's my dream? What if everything I ever wanted was a big marriage with someone I love? What if I always dreamed of a house full of kids and me being the perfect lady by my husband's side? Is that so bad? Just because my dreams are different from yours does it mean they are invalid? - You shook your head in disbelief, knowing very well they would never accept this - Maybe one day you guys from the Court of Dreams will finally learn that we can dream from anywhere we want, not just from your pathetic city - In the end, Eris winnowed both of you back to the Autumn Court.

In the aftermath of the confrontation, you and Eris retreated to the safety of his palace, finding solace in each other's arms. Eris gently cradled your face in his hands, his eyes filled with tenderness. Your heart clenched as the hurtful words you said to your sister finally took in, a bit of regret finding your mind.

- You are my strength and my salvation, my true matching flame. We will face this together - You could only find the strength to nod, feeling a light kiss being left in your head as both of you tried to find a way to sleep and rest after the agitation.

Your love story would continue, with kisses that tasted of passion and embraces that melted your souls. In Eris, you had found a partner who loved you unconditionally, supporting you in your journey of self-discovery. In Eris' arms, you had found your true home, a place where your love would flourish, unaffected by the judgment of others. And as you basked in the warmth of your shared affection, you knew that your love story was just beginning.

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[cheneyq]

Walk Away - Billy Hargrove × Plus size reader

Guys this could have a part two if you wanted it.

Short description - Reader has been dating Billy and he asks her to keep it a secret, his friends embarrass her at a party and they end up breaking up.

Pairing – Billy Hargrove x Plus Size Fem reader

Warnings – Swearing, Angst (or at least I tried), bullying, fatshaming, name calling – it’s just a mess.

Au Note – This is the first time in a while posting something on here, feedback would be great.

I do requests – My requests are open for all characters on Stranger Things and some Marvel characters.

Word count – uh, no idea to be honest?

Please enjoy and sorry if this is shite, literally wrote it in an hour and decided to post it, have been feeling all down in the dumps. Again, sorry if its terrible.

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“(y/n), are you sure we were invited?” Sandy, my best friend asks. “And not just invited so they can make fun of us?” She added, nervously chewing on her bottom lip. I took a deep breath, looking at the house across the street to where Billy invited me, my Billy, my secret boyfriend for the past few months, Billy. ‘King of the school’, Billy.

 “Billy gave me this address and a time-" Sandy cut me off, scoffing. “That asshole has been nothing but terrible to you since you started being lab partners.” Did I mention that she doesn’t know we’re dating? “And then he leaves this piece of paper in your locker, why? Because he wants to hang out? I think not, it’s a bad idea, I think we should go.”

Her words get to me, and not being able to tell her we’ve been dating for weeks now is a big deal, but I dont think he would invite me and then do something bad, would he?

 “Okay, how about you wait in the car and I’ll go in quickly and be back out in like twenty minutes?” I try to negotiate with her, she’s thinking about it. “fine, but if you’re not out in twenty minutes or less I’m coming to get you.” I nod, watching as she walks back to the car. “Twenty minutes.” She yells after me.

 I try to smile, to be amused by her but my nerves are getting to me. I adjust my sweater and pull it tight around my stomach, a terrible habit I needed to get rid of. “You can do this.” I try to give myself a pep talk but I’m failing, still, I manage to move my feet and before I know it I’m inside, pushing through people to get to the middle of the house, searching for those blonde locks.

 I see him in the kitchen, talking to Meghan, a super skinny cheerleader in my maths class. She’s sitting on the counter in the kitchen with her legs wrapped around Billy's waist. I feel the jealousy burn through my body, followed along with a terrible hurt feeling.

 Before I could process the fact that he’s leaning into her, talking directly in her ear with his hand landing on her hip, a pair of hands clamp around my shoulders.

 “I fucking knew it!” Tommy H yells over my shoulder, pushing me towards the kitchen. “Carol, you owe me ten bucks.” I see Carol turn and we make eye contact while Tommy is still pushing me forward. Billy turns his attention away from Meghan and as soon as he sees me he steps away from her, sporting a very confused look on his face. A few of their other friends join us in the kitchen when Tommy shoves me a bit hard and I need to catch myself on the counter.

 I feel unshed tears burning my eyes as I take in what’s happening. “See, I told you this fat loser is like, in love with Billy.” Carol says, turning to Meghan who scrunched up her nose while looking at me. “Disgusting.” She spits and everyone starts laughing, and to my surprise, so does Billy, but it somehow doesn’t reach his eyes.

 “I should go.” I mumble, trying to turn to leave. “Already? But you just got here.” Tommy says, slinging his arm over my shoulder, hand grabbing so hard he’s probably going to leave a bruise. I try to pull away, “Come on man, you’re hurting her.” Another friend says who I recognize as Adam, a nicer one of the people surrounding me.

 I see Billy’s eyes flash to my shoulder and then at Tommy’s face, he looks like he wants to say something, “Yeah man, just let her go, she’s not worth our time.” He mumbles, turning to get another drink.

 “No, Tommy is right, she just got here. Please, have a drink.” Meghan says, stepping forward and throwing her drink in my face. I gasp, stepping back and trying to clear my eyes. I feel her hands on my shoulders and then she pushes me, I fall back, landing straight on my back and hitting my head.

 “Enough!” Billy’s voice booms through the kitchen. I open my eyes, staring up at the ceiling, seeing stars. My head hurts and I try to focus when hands grab at my shoulders to try to help me sit up. “We’re just joking around.” Meghan says, stunned by his outburst. I see Billy look down at me, sitting up on the floor staring at him, waiting for him to stand up for me, to help me up and hopefully take me home. But all he does is smile, “Yeah, but we wouldn’t want to kill her or injure her badly, her uncle is the sherriff, remember?”

 Whispers break out and I let the tears go, streaming down my face as I stare at someone I thought I could love, someone I thought I understood, someone I was willing to be kept a secret for because I believed his stupid excuse of not wanting a girlfriend right now because of the terrible stuff that’s happening with his dad.

 “What the fuck are you staring at? Get up and get the fuck out, I’m sick of seeing your face.” His eyes are pleading with me, begging me to take the chance and run. I sob at his terrible words, I can’t help it. A hand reaches out for me to help me stand and I look up into the eyes of Steve, Harrington, the former ‘king of the school’ with Nancy by his side.

 “Let me help you up.” His voice is soft and people are watching, waiting for my response. I look up at Billy again and I think I’m going to hate the color of his eyes for the rest of my life. He’s waiting for me as well, waiting to see what I’m going to do.

 I reach out and take Steve’s hand, cringing when I pull my shirt away from my chest. “Is your head okay?” Nancy asks, stepping closer. I flinch at her hand reaching for my head, “I’m fine.” I croak out and turn to leave, walking out the front door.

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“You guys are a bunch of fucking assholes!” Steve yells at his friends, Billy turns and takes the two shots of clear vodka he poured into the shot glasses for Meghan and himself before he slips out the back door while his ‘friends' are fighting inside.

 He feels his heart hammering inside his chest while he runs around the house, seeing your figure walking away from the house he actually feels his heart break at the way you looked at him, the sob that left your mouth, the sound your head made when it made contact with the floor beneath you.

 He knows he’s a dick, a terrible person if you must, keeping you hidden away, all to himself. But he swears he’s only doing it to protect you, there’s only a few months of high school left and then he can take you away from here, to a new state, a new city. Take you away from the horrible people here, people he somehow became friends with.

 He’s protecting you.

 --

 “(y/n), wait, shit, baby are you okay?” Billy stops me, standing in front of me, but I can’t get myself to look into his eyes, maybe if I walked faster I could’ve made it to the car without him getting to me first, but I didn’t expect him to come to me in the first place.

 He reaches for me, hand lifting my head up to look at him. His worried expression amuses me. I slowly reach up and take his wrist, pulling him away from me.

 “You should go, your friends are waiting.” I don’t have it in me, not one mean bone, not any feeling that I need to hurt him back.

 His frown is deep, “Baby, what the hell are you doing here?” he’s bending forward so he can look me in the eyes. My head hurts, I’m soaking wet and all I want to do is leave.

 “You asked me to be here.” He’s shaking his head, “When? I never asked you to come here.” I can’t get the picture of Meghans legs wrapped around him out of my head. “Are you fucking her?” I blurt out, stepping away from him. “Who?” he asks, trying to reach for me again, but my delayed anger is kicking in.

 I feel my cheeks blush as I think back to everything that happened. “Meghan, are you fucking her?” he doesn’t answer straight away and I feel another sob break through me.

 “You know what, you ruined my fucking life here! Yeah, I’ve always been fat and a loser but at least everyone left me the fuck alone, until you came around, until you started showing interest in me! I never wanted to be with you, you’re a fucking asshole and you made me fall in love with you, now I have all these feelings towards you that I don’t want to feel because I literally never want to see you again.” I’m out of breath by the end of it.

 His eyes are glistening while he stares down at me, my chest is heaving and my clothes still sticking to me.

 “You love me?” he’s frowning.

 “Yes, unfortunately I fucking love you, you made me care for you and then you treat me like shit in front of your friends, watch them abuse me me and torture me and make fun of me while doing nothing!” I’m yelling at him. Then a car door slams and I hear feet running up to us.

 “(Y/n), oh my god what happened?” Sandy’s voice is loud and I jump at the sudden intrusion. “What the fuck did you do to her?” she’s yelling at Billy now. “It wasn’t him, it was his fucked up friends.”

 “He just stood there and watched.” I mumble, looking at him as his face falls and something stirs in my chest seeing him turn emotional.

 I take my car keys from Sandy and turn to leave,

 “I won’t ever be good enough.” He says and I stop, causing Sandy to stop next to me, silencing her ramblings I didn’t ever hear. “You’re too good for me, I’ve said this over and over. I keep this private and I keep this between us because I don’t want people ruining that, like they did tonight.”

 I turn and walk up to him, “They didn’t ruin this, you did.” I say, poking his chest.

 “I love you too.”

 His eyes are so sincere that I get lost in them for a moment, not missing the exaggerated gasp leaving my friends mouth after his confession. I shake my head, “You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to treat me like shit, turn around, say you love me and expect things to be okay.”

 “You don’t get to hurt me anymore.”

 “No!” his voice is loud, “you don’t get to tell me you love me and then walk away from me, from us. You don’t get to let me think I have a person who cares and then walk away from me, I need you.” He’s begging me now.

 “I do get to love you, and I also do get to walk away from something that’s hurting me.” I let him take my hand, “You’re hurting me, Billy. You’re keeping me a secret because you’re ashamed of me, that’s not fair because I would never in my life do that to you, or another person.” I reach for his face, “I would never want you to feel the way I did in there because I love you, but I don’t ever want to feel that again so I think it’s my turn to walk away, pretend nothing happened and walk away.”

 I move to leave but he pulls me back, “How can you say that!? How can you walk away from someone you love.” He’s pushing my hair behind my ear, searching my face for an answer.

 “How can I not walk away? Because if you loved me you wouldn’t be ashamed to tell people that you’re with me, you wouldn’t let them treat me like that, you wouldn’t sleep with other people. It’s time I take care of myself.” I pull my hand out of his.

 “I’ll go in there right now and tell everyone that you’re my girl, that I love you and I want to marry you someday.” He’s begging again, and I can’t help the way my breath hitches when he mentions he wants to marry me, at the way he calls me his girl.

 I step forward and kiss his cheek one last time, I don’t know if it’s my tears or his I taste on my lips.

 “Its too late for that. Goodbye Billy.”

 He’s grabbing my hands and trying to pull me back but I get my hand free, “(y/n) wait! Please, please don’t leave me, (y/n) I’m sorry! I’m a fucking idiot and a coward and I’m so fucking sorry! (Y/n) I love you please, please don’t do this.”

 I’m ignoring him as I close my door and lock it, starting the car, he’s banging on the window as I pull away, surprised and relieved that I didn’t run him over in the process.

 “I know you probably don’t want to talk right now, but .... what the fuck just happened! Why are you wet! What is going on!” Sandy yells.

 “I just broke up with my boyfriend.”

 “What!”

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Hi, There. If your Box open, May I request a One-Shot for El-Cid from Saint Seiya The Lost Canvas. The prompt is Star-Crossed Lovers, El-Cid lost his Beloved in his past lives (?) during the war against Hades Army. And everytime they destined to meet, His Beloved always snatched by the Fate/God, either died or whatever the worst could happen.

Can you make it Angsty one? If u feel its quite difficult to grasp, feel free to ignore it. No worries :) I hope you're always in good health, Thx ☆☆

Thank you for the request! I hope this is close to what you wanted! Apologize if it is short!

Song used for inspiration: The Night We Met- Lord Huron (slowed, with rain sounds, 1 hour)

Your death haunts him every time he is reborn. He comes so close to embracing you for the first time in his entire life and you are snatched from his open arms. Every war he has fought in, he has given it his all. Proving that he is worthy to meet you. Or at the very least, touch your face. He loves you. You love him. But fate is cruel. It was always like it was fun for the gods to rip his heart out. 

Here he was, on his knees in the pouring rain, holding your cold dead body against his very much warm and alive body. His chest heaving as your head lulled backward off his arm. Your left arm has fallen limply to the ground. Your eyes closed and your heart's long sense stilled. He screamed. Cried and begged whoever was there to bring you back. 

It wasn’t fair. Life had screwed him over with being a saint, and now, fate has screwed him over with you. You had been taken from him yet again. He pulled you against his soaked body as he wailed in anguish. His forehead pressed against yours as he tried desperately to get you to wake up. 

His friends appeared only a moment later. Their hearts aching at the sight before them. El-Cid pressed his shaking hand against your cheek pulling your face into his neck. He held you tightly against him, his body shaking both from the cold of the rain and the shock. “We are/were meant to be together Y/n.” He whispered, tensing at the memories that flowed through his head. 

From that day forward, he refused to smile. Always head a neutral face. When he found you again years upon years later he couldn’t help the overwhelming feelings that pierced through his chest. You, with someone else. A smile on your face as you clung to the taller male beside you. The look of pure love swimming in your eyes. He turned away and felt his heart shatter. How can fate be so cruel?

Once again, he heard of your passing from his friends. His heart having been shattered long before, felt nothing. His eyes were blank and dull. He held no emotion the same as he used to. The Gods have stripped him of ever feeling anything again. He went to your funeral though he said nothing. His eyes glazed over and his heart forgot everything. 

It was like the gods were punishing him. Taking away the one thing that would ever make him happy. His mind went numb as he stood close to the cliff overlooking the sea. He sat down and stared into the horizon. What would life be like if they had just left you and him alone? Would you have little kids running around, begging to be held, or begging for the toy they had seen in the store window?

El-Cid closed his eyes and fell back against the grass. A loud crack echoed through the still air and his body stopped moving. His eyes open and stare unwavering forward towards the grey sky. A death by heartbreak. Surely, he would get to embrace you this time. No fate or gods to stop you two this time.

#Saint Seiya The lost canvas #angst #no happy ending #Female reader #El-Cid #Requested #@shuemori

[joe9cool]

Collide-Justin Herbert-14

A/N. Before this chapter starts I want to say I only own my Characters. The LA Chargers, their employees are real people. The gossip is for storylines only. I don't know their stories in reality. This is my story and doesn't reflect their real lives. Thank you.

"Alright, we got everything?" Sara yawned and nodded her head as she got in the car. It was 2am and Justin wanted to be at his parents by the afternoon. She could understand he didn't get to see his family very often during the season and he was excited. Despite the fact that she was exhausted, his happiness rubbed off on her.

Everything was packed up. Nova was asleep in her carrier, still on a high after the catnip she was given. They began the eight hour drive. Justin's phone was navigating, even though he insisted he knew where he was going.

She loaded up on snacks. She packed protein bars, cookies, an uncrustable and Capri suns. (Justin busted out laughing when he saw that one.) He was a bit annoyed when she made him stop at the twenty four hour dunkin donuts. (She placed an order ahead and ran inside in disguise to get it) however the stop was in handy as he sipped the coffee she got him and ate some of the sandwich. 

"Just let me know when you want to switch." Justin rolled his eyes. "Babe, I did this drive all by myself. I'm fine. Also be careful of the liquids, we are going to be hitting a long stretch with no rest stop."

"It's dark, I'll just pee on the side of the road." He sighed. "That's fine. I got my water bottle if I need to go." Sara wrinkled her nose up in disgust. "Ewww boys." He laughed. "Hey its extremely effective."

She used the car's Bluetooth to play some music. He didn't have any preferences so she put on Lord Huron. While listening to "meet me in the city" she told him about her upcoming projects with the band. He was genuinely interested in hearing about what she had planned.

Justin felt bad about not paying attention in the past. Truth was he was all science and sports. Yes he watched movies, but he never really thought about the background of what went into it. Sara explaining her being behind the camera and coming up with ideas. It was fascinating.

"I had no idea you selected the music for the scenes of your show. That's awesome." He smiled, proud of his girl. "I'm going to be honest though. I have never seen a single episode. So I don't understand it."

Sara was a little hurt. "Well it's about college kids coming together after leaving their small town, conservative neighborhoods. You know, coming of age. I'm shocked you haven't seen an episode. Have you heard of it at least?" He nodded. "We have to watch it together."

"Oh no I don't watch anything I'm in. Unless I have to, like a movie premiere that's it. I'll never see it again." He looked at her as he signaled to get on the expressway. "Why?"

"I am my worst critic, I cringe when I see myself." She shrugged. "I guess going back to my high-school days where I would do plays and then my family would critique me."

Justin never thought of it that way. He was forced to watch his old games to go over mistakes he made. He didn't care for it, but it was part of the game. It brought him to another thought. "Well on the topic of your family." He began. "You never talk about yours really."

"I love my immediate family. But I don't know. Sometimes I feel like a disappointment."

"Thats ridiculous. You are more successful than them combined." He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

Sara nodded. "I guess, but my family is very businesslike, very Wall street. My dad is a CEO of Lincoln Financial, an investment company. My mom is an economics professor at the local community College. My oldest sister Katie is a financial advisor along with her husband. Middle one Brittany is a lawyer, same as her husband. Alyssa is a stay at home mom. But she has her degree in Pre law, and then there's me."

"You have a degree in psychology though."

Sara sighed. "So did Katie, but my dad made her go to business school because he didn't see any potential in it. When I told my dad I was going to do psychology in high school, he was mad. But hoping I would use it for pre med and pre law. When I told him it was a backup because I wanted to be in the entertainment industry my parents agreed that they wouldn't pay for it. Not a dime. They covered my sisters tuition and dorm fully,but not me. It hurts, I think they feel bad about doubting that. But they never said anything to me."

She smiled. "They have my back and are very supportive. But I don't know, I feel left out sometimes. They were all very athletic and involved, whereas I hated playing sports. I hated being put out there at something I wasn't good at. It wasn't until I joined theater in middle school that I found my niche. My parents rarely went to my plays, usually because it fell around nationals for Alyssa cause she was in dance.

"Not to be rude, but I don't really consider dancing a sport." Justin shrugged his shoulders. "What about aunts and uncles?"

She rolled her eyes. "My aunt is the fucking worst. Always cuts me up when no one is around. She will Make sure to remind me I'll never be good enough like my sisters or small like them" He looked at her questioningly. "I'm the tallest, and the largest in body frame. It pisses her off that her oldest isn’t in show business because she’s prettier.”

Justin was mad. "Fuck them. You don't need them." He grabbed her hand. He noticed she was shaking. "I'm sorry for bringing it up."

"It's fine, we had to talk about it eventually." Speaking of which, she had to talk to him about leaving in January. That would be a topic when they got home, she decided. Wanting to get off sad topics she smiled. "I hope your mom has all the baby books out."

He groaned and she laughed. "As soon as I told her you were coming my dad texted me and said she was in the crawl space digging them out." She giggled. "Aww come on you were probably the cutest kid. She pinched his cheeks. "Baby Justin with the chubby cheeks oh my god." He smiled and blushed. "Stop it."

She laughed. "So it's your mom, dad, and Patrick right?" He nodded. "Yes, Mitch is in New York in med school. Funny though you took a picture with his girlfriend when you were in New York."  

"Really? Wow what a small world." He smiled. After a minute he asked. "Did you tell your family about us?"

There it was. He was worried if more people knew. "Don't worry, I didn't say anything." She said. 

He furrowed his eyebrows. It actually hurt to know that her parents didn't know anything. "May I ask why?"

"Well for starters I know you don't want many people to know about us so I just didn't say Justin understood the first part. He did value his privacy, but he didn't realize how much his comments hurt Sara. "It's not that I don't want people to know. I'm okay with close friends. It's just when it gets revealed to the public I know things will change." He thought back to his and Bella's conversation. "You have to give me time to adjust." She turned towards him, surprised. "Really?"

"Yes. Sara I really like you and see this going somewhere. I think it's time we discussed going forward. I don't see this as a casual fling."

She smiled and grabbed his hand, kissing it "I see this going somewhere too." He smiled. "I'm glad."anything. Also my family is very overwhelming. The moment I say I'm seeing someone they will be on the first plane to Cali to grill you. Then the others will know and I'm not going to subject you to scrutiny."

She was quiet for a moment

"Can I confess something?" He looked at her. "I thought you were just going to be a fling." 

He was surprised. "Really?" She nodded. "I kinda swore off dating for a while. Then I saw you at the wedding and thought you were cute and tall." She laughed. "I approached you thinking it was going to be a one night stand thing. But then I just chickened out and called you for a date."

He laughed. "Well I'm honored. Can I be honest as well? I wasn't going to call at all, I was too intimidated." She busted out laughing. "I knew, that's why I called you."

They laughed together. "That was really bold of me. I thought for sure you would go for someone like me."

"What makes you say that?"

She almost said it. It was on the tip of her tongue. She chickened out again. " Well don't pro athletes usually go for skinny blonde girls?" She noticed his hesitation. "I'm going to be honest, I've just always ended up with blondes. But I like brunettes as well. I got a gorgeous one right next to me." She cooed.

She was happy, this was the most honest conversation they ever had since their relationship. It was progress, and while Sara could admit that she was toxic in the way that she never really injected herself in his hobbies she felt really guilty over invading his privacy. She had no reason not to trust him. He was with her almost twenty four seven. There was no reason to suspect him cheating his own teammate backed him up.

A teammate she was stringing along. 

As on cue her phone buzzed and it was Joey.

Hey 

It was four in the morning. What could he want? Her read receipts were on unfortunately. Still she decided to ignore it

She looked at Justin, she needed a distraction. "You know what I'm most excited for?" She asked

"Hmm."

"To see your childhood bedroom."

"Why?"

"I don't know, because of the memories you have tied to it. Where you had your struggles, how you celebrated the highs and dealt with the lows. Photos of your friends and family. Also I'm sure you have jerseys hung up. I want to thank you for trusting me with that "

He smiled. "I'm happy to reveal it to you. I know I'm not the most open guy and I struggle with feelings, but this is important to me, you're important to me."

Sara's heart was going to burst with joy and love. "Well technically I got the hard part over, I met your parents." He laughed. "Yeah now you get to meet my youngest brother. Which is easy, he's a pain in the ass though. I'm sure he would say the same for me."

"What would he have to say about you?"

Justin laughed. "That I beat up on him a Lot, which I did when I was younger. Also I was a neat freak."

"You still are, you got me containers for my makeup and toiletries to keep them separate."

He rolled his eyes. "Okay? And you find what you're looking for faster." She was silent for a moment. "Okay, point taken."

Another couple hours went by with some playful bickering about the music. (He joked that her music was depressing and she said he had the taste of a dad going through a mid life crisis.) They settled into a comfortable silence. Finally Sara saw the 'Welcome to Oregon' sign. She squeezed his hand tighter.

It was nice to see the change. Even though they just crossed the border she noticed Justin looked more relaxed than he had the past couple of weeks. She knew how stressed he was, so she hoped he could truly relax and reset, seek comfort in his family. The weather changed to dark and dreary. "I love it" She said.

"What?' She blushed as she realized she spoke her thoughts out loud. "This weather. I love it, perfect weather to be in bed, reading a book, sleeping. Or making love."

They came to a red light and he glanced at her. "my house in Oregon isn't as glamorous as LA. But I love it "

"Justin because I'm a Hollywood actress doesn't mean I have people waiting on me hand and foot. I don't need fancy things, my house is pretty modest for LA isn't it?"

He nodded "yes. I'm sorry. I don't mean it offensively. My idea of Hollywood starlets is completely different." He paused. "Still can't believe I met Bella Hadid." She laughed. "Crazy isn't it? When she was up and coming I was still in my college dorm."

"Yeah and I was starting at Oregon." She felt bad. This is his trip for him, and she wanted this to be about him. This territory was for his stories to tell.

It was still a bit before they hit Eugene, but Sara was already in love. It was gorgeous and the scenery was perfect. The fall really brought that out, completely atmosphere from the busy Los Angeles. Justin looked at Sara as she took in the sights. As they were on the road she offered to switch many times, as they initially agreed to share the driving responsibilities. But Justin had no intention of doing that.  He wanted her to take in the scenery, and he had done this drive many times by himself.

Plus this made him feel like a man, driving his girl to locations. He loved that he was so much bigger than her. He loved that she comforted him during hard times, that she validated his feelings. Everything about her was perfect. He loved watching her get ready in the morning. He loved that she was the first person he spoke to in the morning and the last one he spoke to before he fell asleep

It was in that moment he realized he loved everything about her

He loved Sara Christine Wozniak.

The realization hit him so hard that he didn't start driving until the car behind them honked and startled them both. Embarrassed, he began driving while Sara laughed at him. She was scrolling instagram and decided to post photos she took in LA the other day while out. Just in case she had to cover her tracks.

It's a good thing she did.

Twitteruser: My dad just saw Justin Herbert in Oregon! Looks like he's taking a break

 I would need a break from Lombardis offense.

Probably re enrolling in OSU to play ball there.

Was he with anyone?

Twitteruser: he said there was someone in the seat next to him. Looked like a girl with dark hair, had a baseball cap on.

Are you sure it was him? I thought he was dating that blonde reporter.

Twitteruser: yeah long hair, silver Porsche with the Oregon plate. He said he couldn't get a look at the girl, who was very secretive.

He probably has a secret girlfriend and is using Taylor as a cover up

Twitteruser7: what a player.

Yeah dude needs to focus on ball and not pussy.

On Tumblr.

Anon message : have you seen this? [Link to tweet] interesting. I like the theory that he has a secret girlfriend she probably lives in Oregon

Interesting anon. However we don't know if this is legit. Let's not make this a thing and go through all of his followers with dark hair and message them.

Anon2: what are your thoughts?

I'm not going to add any fuel to the fire. I have my own opinions but he's a twenty four year old guy having fun. I'm thrown for a loop cause I was pretty sure I knew who he was seeing, and it wasn't a brunette.

Anon: Maybe it's Sara?

I know for sure it isn't Sara Wozniak. She was posting photos of Los Angeles.  I can't see them together. Sorry. Now unless there's photo evidence  I really don't want to talk about this.

Anon: great another girl to add to the list for these crazies to stalk. He's home, maybe it's a fucking relative.

True, he has plenty of female relatives with dark hair. I'm surprised he went home though, he told the media he was just going to treat it like any other week.

Anon: he didn't want any scrutiny. He needs to reset and I feel that this is good for him. See family and recharge, glad to see he has a support team. 

Yes this will be a good mental reset before next week. 

Sara’s anxiety began to spike as Justin got off the main roads and turned on a residential  street. She could see Autzen stadium in the distance and smiled thinking of how Justin played there. 

"we're going to my house first to drop off our stuff. Maybe get a nap in." He yawned and saw it was 11am. He looked over at Sara. "That sound good?" 

"That's perfect. We would have gotten here a lot faster If I drove." She teased. He was a rule follower, only going the max five over.

"Okay hun, and you had how many speeding tickets?"

She huffed. "Only two and the cops in Pennsylvania are jerks. I was running late for school." He laughed as he pulled into his driveway. She took in the sight, it was alot smaller than his home in California, but it was nice, and homey. Perfect home for a family to grow in. They pulled into the garage and once the door was closed He jumped out and opened the door for her. She grabbed Nova’s carrier and litter box and made sure to set it up as soon as he unlocked the door.

They had a brief back and forth about the bags. (She reminded him he was still injured.,) and they settled in. "I'm going to assume you have nothing." She opened the fridge and was surprised when it was fully stocked with everything. Justin smiled. "My mom stocked up on everything when I told her we were coming. Also Patrick uses this place when his girlfriend comes to visit." She nodded in understanding before she unpacked everything in his room. It was a similar setup to Los Angeles. Once that was done she smiled as she took in the photos. He had his trophies, memories of his time at University of Oregon. There was one trophy she was memorized by.

"Thats the Campbell trophy." Justin came up behind her and caressed her shoulders. "It's awarded to the most academic athlete."

Sara leaned into his embrace. "You're so smart. Tell me something, I found an article that said you were looking into med school if the NFL didn't work out."

"That's crap. People assumed that because of Mitch. I didn't really want that. I probably would have been a biology teacher like my dad. I was a teacher's assistant and I really liked that."

"Hmm so you would have been the hot guy sitting next to the professor. I would have tried to hook up with you?" He smiled. "You would?"

She laughed. "Naw this was at college. I would have stared at you like a weirdo and stalked your social media."

"Jokes on you, I didn't have social media. Plus we probably wouldn't have had any classes together." Acknowledging the two year age gap." Sara nodded. "When you were at UCLA did you attend any football games?"

Sitting on the bed she thought about it. "Yes, my roommate freshman year was dating someone on the football team so I went. But I wasn't really interested, so I went to a party with the team. Told one of the guys I wanted to be an actress and he laughed before he tried to fuck me."

Justin sat next to her. "What happened?"

"As soon as the show took off he was in my DMs, he also told the press that I fucked him and was a 'wild animal in bed'

"Asshole."

"I mean what are you going to do? My friends stood up for me, it was a back and forth on twitter. I don't want to talk about that though " She laid on the bed. "I want to take a nap and maybe have a snack later. Then we will meet everyone."

He began to strip off his clothes, "that sounds like a good plan to me." Sara followed suit, and when they were stripped down to their underwear they crawled underneath the covers. Justin pulled Sara to him. Content and relaxed, they fell asleep, ready to enjoy their mini vacation.

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It was 2 o'clock when she woke up to an empty bed, slipping on her glasses, she sat up and stretched. She heard commotion in the kitchen? She heard voices, however it wasn't Holly or Mark's.

"Bro I'm sorry I didn't know you were here already."

"Shh you're gonna wake her up." She knew Justin's voice.

"Who?"

"My girlfriend, dipshit. Besides, don't you have practice or something?"

The unrecognizable voice. "Well you get certain perks when your team has a winning record, you remember that don't you?"

"Shut up?"

"Wait a second, girlfriend? When the fuck did this happen?"

"Four months."

"Mom and dad know?

She could tell her boyfriend was irritated. "Yes they know they met her when they visited LA. So does Mitch too."

Wait, Mitch knows? That was news to her, in a good way. But he never mentioned that.

"So you're telling me you just show up here with a girl that the whole family knows about except me? Well dude I want to meet her!"

"Not now! When she wakes up and gets ready we will be over Mom and Dad's for dinner!"

A laugh. "Oh so you had to break in the bed first huh? Ceremonial first girl in the house." 

She heard a slap and then an "ow" following. She stifled a laugh, knowing how red Justin probably was. "Shut up Patrick."

Oh so that was Patrick, the youngest of the Herbert brothers. She should have figured that out. She wanted to go out there and meet him but not like this. It was best to pretend she was still sleeping.

"Well you're in luck cause Carly surprised me as a late birthday gift."

She heard the panic in Justin's voice. "She's here? You didn't tell me she was here. I wasn't planning for that."

"I know, that's why I said surprise genius. She got here last night."

"Well, she isn't coming tonight is she?"

"Uh yeah she's staying with me. You never had an issue with her being over. What's the deal?" Oh he was worried about her knowing. God forbid one more person knew about them.

Anger flared up inside of her, but then she thought rationally. She was a big Star, and if someone blew their cover that was it. However, she would think Patrick's girlfriend would be trustworthy. 

The rest of their conversation turned to Oregon games. They had come off of a win vs UCLA so there was a lot of trash talking on Pat's end. Once he had left she heard Justin head towards the room and she quickly laid back down and closed her eyes, pretending to sleep. She heard him enter and felt the bed move. His large arm wrapped around her stomach. He kissed her cheek. "I know you're not asleep." She could hear the smile. She steadied her breathing, putting on the performance of a lifetime. "You can pull that with anyone else but you can't with me. You don't like to sleep on your back." Still, she persisted. 

His finger slid down her side, creeping up on her side, he moved towards her arm Pitt and she held her breath. One night he discovered her weakness that she was extremely ticklish and used that to his advantage. Of course he was going to use it here and she felt his hand move off of her and she thought she was in the clear, but to no avail as he went to the other spot which was her neck. He began to poke at the sides of her neck. Her lips moved, then she gave up and began laughing really hard. Justin joined in. "Gotcha!" He kept up the antics and Sara tried shoving him away. "Jerk! That's not fair." He kissed her.

"How long have you been up?"

"Long enough to know Pat came." He rolled his eyes. "You can ignore him, he's an ass." She smiled and kissed him, he responded. Soon enough their tongues were battling for dominance. Of course he had to win. He grabbed her neck and she moaned. The kiss was broken "so, if you want." Justin breathed. "I never gave you a tour of the house." 

"I want a tour of something else." She reached underneath his shirt. He grabbed her hands and held them to her sides. "I think the house tour is more important." The smile on her face told her everything. Jerk was teasing her. "Besides, patience is a virtue."  He got off the bed and motioned for her to follow him. Upon stealing one of his shirts she followed him.

He took his sweet time explaining each room, how each appliance worked. She tried so hard to pay attention when he would go into detail explaining something significant that happened to him or a memory. It was hard to focus when he looked delicious. She had known before the conversation with Patrick he must have showered cause she noticed his hair was wet. Also he was shirtless, a massive weakness for her and he knew it. Again, what a jerk. Justin took her into the basement and she gasped. It was a guy setup with a bar, a pool table, a video game setup with a big television. That wasn't what grabbed Sara’s attention, there was a piano in the corner collecting dust. She noticed he was looking at her. "I didn't know you played."

"I don't. I bought it for decoration from my buddy. You play?" She nodded. "One of the first things my parents enrolled me in. I always thought it was such a beautiful instrument. My brother in law plays too." She walked over and ran her hands over the keys. "Have you thought about taking lessons?" He shrugged. "Not really. It's just for decoration.

"Such a shame, I think you would look hot. If you want I can show you some basics." He smiled. "I'd like that a lot." He walked towards her. "You want to see the backyard. "

"You got a swing set?" He raised his eyebrows. "A swing set?"

"Or a hammock?" He shook his head no. "Come on Herbert!" 

"What? I only grill in my backyard, and it's not hot enough for a pool." He smirked. "I do have a hot tub. Which Patrick uses for recovery."

"Really Justin? You should have told me! I didn't pack any swimwear!"

"That shouldn't stop you. I mean, we can just skinny dip." She turned to see the mischievous smile on his face. "Hmm I don't know. I'm saving myself for marriage."

He busted out laughing. "Yeah okay. You call what you did something a virgin would do?"

"I'm a woman of many talents." He let out a "hmph" sound and grabbed her hand to lead her back upstairs. Once they reached the top of the stairs Sara thought about the time they needed to be at his parents house. "I should start getting ready."

"It's only three we got a couple of hours."

"Thank God I made those cookies yesterday." 

"You know my parents wouldn't care if you brought something or not."

"And I told you this before Italians never show up empty handed." She thought about that comment she made to Joey. While Justin and Patrick were talking, she saw he had messaged her a couple times wishing her a good trip and to let him know how it goes. She wasn't going to respond to him. "I need to get ready." Before Jusgin could respond she went back to the room and began sorting through her bags to find her makeup. Once she did she plugged in her curling iron. Her hair wasn't due for a washing but she felt her body did, so she quickly did once over in the shower and got out. It was nice and cool in the room, so she decided to just get ready naked.

She was doing skincare when Justin walked in. He was enjoying the view of her bent over the bathroom counter. Their eyes met in the mirror and she knew the look on his face. "Justin, no we do not have time. I need to get ready."

He leaned against the doorframe. "It's not going to take you the whole two hours to get ready. I only need ten minutes." She pushed out of the way to grab something from her bag and he followed her like a lost puppy. "Baby."

"Justin, not now. Once we stop we won't be able to stop." He smirked. "I could just say you're too tired from the trip." She rolled her eyes smiling. "You can't wait a couple of hours? Patience is a virtue." She used his words against him. He groaned. "Damn it Sara." She laughed and shooed him out the room so she could get ready in peace.

He sat on the bed and watched her routine as she applied her skincare. As much as he fussed about her doing the facial on him, he secretly loved it. "We can do another facial night if you want." 

"I knew you would love the skincare routine!" She called.  He couldn't resist and smirked. "Who said anything about skincare." She whipped around and playfully glared at him. "Oh I have a dirty mouth huh? You got photos of me with your baby gravy on my face."

He wrinkled his face. "Well I'm not turned on anymore. What I meant was you could sit on my face." He noticed she stopped her makeup application. Justin smirked as  the tables turned. She glared at him. "I know what you're trying to do and it's not working." She looked down at her phone. "Times are ticking. I don't want to be late."

"Okay I'm done." He took out his phone and began to browse instagram. "Hey Sara, do you have a personal account on Instagram?"

"Yes, it's ChristopherW14. He typed it in and found it. The profile was locked, and it showed a picture of a guy overlooking the sunset. "Who is this?"

Her makeup was done and she was spraying something on her face. "It's a random picture I found on Google. So far no one has detected it being me. It's a I don't even follow it on my page " He hit the request, and a few seconds later her phone buzzed with the notification. She accepted it and headed into the room to get dressed. It was cool, so she decided on some light jeans and a gray t-shirt with a checkered sweater. She looked at Justin who was in his usual Nike attire. It was him, it was charming. He noticed her stare and he was self conscious. "What?"

She shook her head. "Nothing. You look good." He blushed. "Stop, I feel like a slob compared to you." She walked up to him and stood on her tippy toes to kiss shit chin.  "I would still smash." He smirked. "Gave you the opportunity, but noooo you said we will be late. My parents are down the block." She rolled her eyes and went to grab her purse. "Let's go". He led her to the garage and she was confused before she could ask if they could just walk. She remembered he didn't want the neighbors to notice. While he was not a big star in Los Angeles, he was a big celebrity here.

She couldn't help but laugh though as he backed out of his driveway and pulled into his parents driveway in less than two seconds. Their home was set up exactly like Justin's, except there were female touches to let her know that his mother was there. He pulled out his keys and unlocked the door and Sara took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves

The first thing she noticed was a large black dog bounding towards her at full speed. Before Justin could yell or stop the dog she found herself on her ass and laughed as the dog excitedly sniffed and barked while his paws where on his shoulder.

"DYLAN!" Holly rounded the corner as Justin grabbed the dog's collar to pull him off of his girlfriend. "Oh my god I'm so sorry he gets so excited around new people." Sara got off the ground. "It's okay, I love dogs. He's a good boy." She scratched his tail and that calmed him down. Once he recognized Justin he was excited and began whimpering and trying to jump on him. "Yeah now you noticed me. Miss you buddy." Justin patted the dog. "Pat must have forgotten to lock him up "

"What kinda dog is he?"

"Lab mixed with Pyrenees." Holly and Sara embraced. "So nice to see you again."

"Same to you. I love your house." It was warm and inviting. You could tell a loving family lived there. "Oh thank you, Mark is outside finishing up lawn work. He does these things at the silliest times. Come on, everyone else is in the kitchen." The young couple followed Holly as they entered. Sara could see Patrick and a blonde woman, their backs facing her.

Patrick turned around, and as soon as he made eye contact with Sara he froze. It was comical really. 

"Pat what's wron-" the woman who was presumed to be Carly, turned around and froze. Shock flooded both of their system as they came face to face with the woman who was on the big screen and their TV screens

Sara was used to this reaction, however coming from someone she was trying to impress was a bit nerve wracking " she smiled awkwardly and waved. "Hi I'm Sara." She addressed Justin's brother first. "You must be Patrick." She held out her hand for him to shake. "It's really nice to meet you." Carly snapped out her daze first and grabbed her hand. "Oh wow! It's nice to meet you! Wow, um Patrick told me Justin was seeing someone but… wow." Sara had to laugh. "I'm so sorry, we are just a little star struck right now. Aren't we?" She hit Pat in the ribs with her elbow and he suddenly remembered where he was. "Oh yeah where are my manners? I'm so sorry! Hi I'm Pat." He shook her hand. He looked at Justin. "How the hell did you land her?"

"Patrick!" Holly slapped him on the shoulder. "I'm sorry Sara, I wish Mitch was here, he is the less obnoxious one out of these two." Justin feigned hurt. "Hey now don't lump me in with Patrick"

Carly rolled her eyes. "You are both idiots. Even Mitch has his moments. You can ask Isobel." They were interrupted when Mark came in the back door. "Oh you guys arrived. Hello Sara. I'd hug you but I got to shower first." She smiled. "That's okay, good to see you again Mr. Herbert " "It's Mark remember" He winked. Patrick interrupted.

"Wow so this is why you guys didn't say anything. Well welcome. Sorry I acted a little off putting, it's not everyday my brother brings home a movie Star, or a girl for that matter." Sara laughed, and her fears sorta melted away. So far The rest of the Herbert family was cool, and if Mitch was like this, then that would be a breeze. 

"Holly, do you need help with anything?" Sara set the container of cookies down (which almost were crushed by the massive dog) rounding the corner she could see Holly was sautéing vegetables. "No thank you Sweetie. Everything is almost done." As on cue the oven beeped. She put on the oven mitts and opened the oven to reveal a small turkey. Justin saw it as well. "Gosh mom, I didn't realize it was thanksgiving." He joked

She put the turkey on the counter. "Oh stop it, it's rare to have you home so I thought it would make it special." Patrick smiled. "See? And Mitch isn't here. Obviously we are the favorite sons."

"I never said that." Mark came downstairs, hair wet from the shower. "Looks good babe," He kissed Holly, and Sara smiled. They reminded her of her parents and how they interacted. She noticed Justin looking at her and they met eyes and smiled.

Holly finished up the sides and announced to everyone that they can fill their plates. Mark carved the turkey while everyone helped themselves. They took their seats and began eating. Sara had to say, the food was delicious and she complimented Holly on it.  Conversation was flowing and she loved it. It felt like family. It felt like home.

"I'm sorry I have to ask. How on earth did you two meet?" Carly looked between her and Justin. "He is the most shy guy I've ever met. When I came over for the first time. He was just in his room, barely said hi. I thought he hated me."

"I was preparing for the rose bowl! I was really focused. Justin defended himself. "Anyways. We met at Joe Grant's wedding in July."

"Didn't know you had the game or the confidence to approach her." Patrick smiled.

Justin closed his eyes. He knew what was going to come next. Sara chimed in with a smirk. " I was the one who made the move. I approached him, gave him my number, called him, and set up the date."

Patrick busted out laughing. "I should have known! I knew he didn't have the balls." He slapped his older brother on the back. "I can already tell she's too good for you "

Mark chimed in. "Hey! Don't scare her off I like her" Sara felt warm at that comment. When she first met Mark he was nice, but he wasn't open like Holly, and being emotional with anxiety it worried her. She was still incredibly nervous and as much as tried not to show it Justin picked up on it. She was twisting the ring on her middle finger and under the table he noticed her leg Bouncing. At one point he put his hand on her knees to steady her. She looked over and he met her with a reassuring smile.

Meanwhile The Herbert family (including Carly) were noticing these things. Justin was attentive to Sara, asking if she needed anything or making sure to include her in the conversation. The glances he stole were filled with adoration and…. Love. Patrick and Holly met eyes many times and they spoke a thousand words without saying anything. Mark was taking it all in, smiling to himself.

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"I love your family." Sara couldn't stop grinning as she got into bed. Justin looked up from his book. Setting it down, he kissed her on the cheek. "I'm glad. They love you too, you know."

She looked over. "You really think so?" He knew she was looking for that reassurance. He smiled. "I wouldn't lie about something like that." And he wouldn't. "My mom likes that you call me out on my shit."

After dinner, they got on the topic of board games in which it led them to a loud boisterous game of Jenga, and then Sorry! (In which Sara finally beat him to Patrick's happiness." They didn't leave his parents house til about midnight. Patrick was leaving Friday for his game at California. However Justin and Patrick were going to the Oregon practice facilities early before everyone else to get some throws in. Holly and Sara echoed the same concerns. They didn't  want Justin getting hurt while attempting the throws not being under supervision of the Chargers. "Are you sure you want to throw tomorrow?"

He laid down and faced her. "I'll be fine, you really think I didn't clear it with the medical team before we left?" His tone had 'duh' written all over and Sara felt dumb "Well when you say it like that I feel stupid." He kissed her cheek. "Don't feel that way. Now let's get some sleep. We have a big day tomorrow. She raised her eyebrow in questioning. "Make sure you get your golf stuff ready while I'm gone. I got the course where I held my event closed down for me, you and my dad." He saw the apprehension on her face. "Don't worry you will be fine."

She was a little bit worried. Golf was still athletic and she wasn't the best person to explore athletics. Maybe that's why she insulted him and put golf down a little bit. However it was important to him and she wanted to show him that she would at least try.

Justin turned off the light and cuddled next to her. With a sigh she settled against him and closed her eyes.

A.N. Welcome to the adventures in Oregon! 

#justin herbert #sara and justin canon #alexa writes collide #nfl #nfl imagine

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rise of the tmnt x tmnt 2k12 pairing: leo & mikey, leo & everyone word count: 3714 title borrowed from hurricane by lord huron post-movie

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This time, they’re watching closely, and they don’t miss the flickers of blue light that run across the striped turtle’s skin like tiny electric currents. He’s out cold so it can’t be something he’s doing on purpose. Thankfully, it doesn’t manifest in any other sharp weapons flying out of thin air, which Mikey and Raph agree to take as a win.

Leo’s brow is wrinkled beneath his mask. He lays a careful hand on the kid’s chest and closes his eyes.

Their eldest brother always listened the closest to sensei’s teachings. He absorbed everything—qigong, the healing arts, boryaku, strategy and tactics, seishin teki kyoyo, spiritual refinement. His siblings used to call him a teacher’s pet, overachiever, Splinter Jr. It hurts to think about that now.

Leo wanted so badly to be the perfect son, to honor his family, because he always thought love was something he needed to work for. He had to be good. He had to earn it.

And all those extra hours Leo spent in the dojo, pouring his heart and soul into an unattainable dream, are something his brothers continue to benefit from to this day. It sucks that Leo can’t just stick all of it behind him and move on; they rely on him too much for that.

Wordlessly, Donnie steps back, circling the bed to join Raph on the other side. He glances at Mikey, a silent cue for him to join them and give Leo space, but Mikey presses a little closer instead. Step by careful step, emboldened when he isn’t snubbed immediately. He ends up shoulder-to-shoulder with Leo, and it still feels far away.

So he closes his eyes, too, and reaches for that hazy peripheral plane he’s been to a couple of times before. It’s easy to find his brothers there, their vibrant, colorful qi flickering like candle flames in his mind, but he doesn’t know how to go farther. His vision quest was a long time ago, and that was more about looking in than looking out.

Maybe it’s not too late for Leo to teach him. Maybe if Leo had someone to go with him, he wouldn’t get lost in his head so much.

It takes closer to twenty minutes than ten, but Leo finally opens his eyes. He looks a little bewildered, and pulls his fingers off the striped turtle’s plastron like it’s hot to the touch.

“I saw a woman there,” Leo says, slowly, each word picking its way delicately out of his mouth. “Um—not a ghost. She was there the way—the way sensei is still here.”

“Like a memory?” Don asks carefully.

“More like a presence.” Jumping right over the implications of that before they have a chance to settle, he goes on, “There were a lot of other people with her, and they were all wearing the Hamato clan symbol. I think they might have been Blue’s ancestors. They seemed to be watching over him. She—the woman—isn’t aware of everything that’s going on out here, just what’s in his head. She sensed that he’s frightened and lost, so she’s sticking close. Normally she’s…sleeping? There’s like a—a huge source of qi that Little Blue is tied to. I think it’s where his family’s spirits go to rest. He can draw from their combined qi when he needs help, and that's why he’s…” Leo gestures at the occasional little cyan sparks dancing playfully around the kid’s body. “…even though his own energy is completely exhausted.”

Mikey thinks that’s really nice, actually. Even though he’s in the wrong place, farther away from home than he’s maybe ever been, part of his family came here with him. He doesn’t understand why Donnie and Raph both seem so unsettled by this development.

“So not just a traumatized kid version of Fearless, a haunted traumatized kid version,” Raph says. “Perfect.”

“Not haunted, I said,” Leo starts, a little testy.

“Was she nice?” Mikey interrupts.

His brothers look at him. The potential argument is cut off before it can gain traction.

It’s a softer Leo who says, “Yeah, she was.”

“Did the not-ghost who’s not-haunting the kid have anything else to say?” Raph grumbles, clearly having reached his threshold with the spooky stuff.

“She wasn’t really—talkative. But she said anata wa hitori janai. It seemed important.” Leo rubs a hand over his mouth. He’s smiling a little. “And when I asked who she was, she told me to call her Gram-gram.”

“Gram-gram,” Donnie and Mikey both parrot, in tones of disbelief and delight, respectively.

The whole thing, the whole spiritual encounter, was like a poultice. It soaked all the fear and uncertainty out of the room in the way of draining a wound, and now there’s just regular worry, regular restlessness. Leo seems quieted by what he sensed in that little metaphysical walk he took, comforted by it, and his is always the cue the rest of them follow.

The next time Little Blue wakes up, he’s much less drugged, and much more coherent. Mikey doesn’t even know the kid is conscious until he hears a dull thud from the back of the lab, followed by a hoarse, “And ow.”

“Yeah?” Donnie says, not without sympathy. “That’s what an attempted jailbreak while you’re recovering from multiple traumatic injuries will do to you. Maybe just stay in bed for right now.”

“Not that you’re in jail,” Leo adds quickly. “The doors aren’t locked, you’re not a prisoner. You’re just, um—not in any shape to be moving around.”

“Heard, felt, seen,” croaks Little Blue, breath hitching as he gingerly eases himself into a sitting position. He presses a hand against his plastron with a wince. He’s probably sore all over beneath that built-in armor. “Damn, I was kind of—kind of hoping I’d hallucinated you.” His eyes are sharp despite the muddled confusion and lines of pain on his face; they trail to the side, following the IV tubing to the drip chamber beside his bed. “‘Course, that’s still a possibility.”

“Doc took you off the opioids after you woke up and pulled a knife on us,” Raph says. He’s got a magazine open in his lap that he’s been pretending to read for the last hour, and now he gestures to the sword propped up by Little Blue’s bed. “Once was enough.”

The striped turtle’s expression does something bizarre when he sees Raphael. He looks like he has no idea who he’s looking at, even though the red mask should be a dead giveaway. For a horrible minute, Mikey thinks maybe he’s from a dimension where Raph doesn’t exist—or worse, one where he’s—

“You’re so short!” Little Blue blurts, eyes big and round, his whole person animated with surprise. For the first time since he fell through that yellow portal in Brooklyn, he looks and sounds like a teenager. “I don’t believe it! Am I taller than you?”

He starts to wriggle, like he’s going to hop off the bed and measure his height against Raph’s. Donnie says, “Hey, remember all your broken bones?” and Little Blue only reluctantly subsides. Raphael seems to go through the five stages of grief right in front of Mikey’s eyes.

“You’re taking this really well,” Mikey pipes up, smiling when he gets the kid’s attention. “Have you gone dimension-hopping before?”

Little Blue gazes at him for a moment too long, searching his face. His brow wrinkles a little bit when he doesn’t find whatever it is he’s looking for. When Mikey tips his head, Little Blue remembers the question with a jolt.

“Uhh, no, can’t say I have,” he says quickly. “I mean, I get the gist. I’ve heard Don’s three AM conspiracy theory on parallel universes about a billion times by now. He’s got a whole corkboard setup in his room, it’s equal parts pathetic and amazing. And, you know, we sort of just created an alternate timeline back home? So, whatever.”

His fixedly unimpressed attitude isn’t taking him as far as he probably hopes. Mikey knows exactly what he’s doing—he’s seen it before. It’s what Mikey used to do. Patch on a smile and make a joke. It’s the maladaptive defense mechanism that lasted the longest out of all of the fun little neuroses Mikey’s volatile childhood left behind as souvenirs.

“Very much not whatever,” Donnie replies, and reaches over to pick a clipboard off the counter. He takes extensive notes for his own benefit, but in this case, it’s a useful tool in proving his point.

Blue takes it from him and starts flipping through the pages in the manner of a person familiar with medical charts. It kind of throws Mikey off a little bit, because it’s a very Donnie-like personality trait and not a very Leo-like one.

The longer the kid reads, the more incredulous his expression becomes. He gets halfway through the third page and that seems to be enough.

“Bullshit,” he blurts. Then, incredibly, he darts a swift, guilty look at Raph, of all people. Like Raph is going to be the one to tell him off for cussing? Please, in what universe? “I mean, uh, balderdash. There’s no way this is—I wouldn’t have survived this. Even if you’d rushed me to an ER with doctors who were totally cool about operating on a mutant, no questions asked, and didn’t mind having zero earthly understanding of their patient’s physiology and no medical history to cross-reference.” He pauses and squints. “Is that what you did?”

Don looks like he might laugh. He doesn’t normally engage with strangers quite like this, even familiar alternate-self ones. Mikey doesn’t know how to articulate, in his own head, why it’s nice to see him smiling at their little guest, but it really is.

“No, Blue, unfortunately we don’t know of any ER quite like that.” Something surprised and pleased darts into the kid’s face when he hears the nickname. A little wondering, Don ventures to ask, “Are you the team medic?”

“Always have been,” Little Blue says, clearly wrong-footed by the question. He sets the clipboard on the bed beside him. “I’ve hauled around a first aid kit since I was like nine. Donnie—my Donnie—he’s got that big ol’ brain, but he’s into machines, not people. And he has this sensory thing, it’d be unfair to make him, you know, touch icky stuff. And Raph and Mikey are both somehow simultaneously the toughest and the squishiest people I’ve ever met. It wouldn’t be fair to them either. So, me.”

“God, it’s universal,” Raph says, which is sort of along the lines of what Mikey was thinking—that every Leo everywhere, when he finds any need, any hole in the team, will just change himself to fill it.

“Anyway!” Little Blue says brightly. “These charts are wrong and I’m good to go. So it’s been real, but I’ve gotta scoot. Places to be. I’m a turtle in high demand.”

Oh, so this whole conversation has been a red herring, Mikey thinks. Noted.

Blue hops off the bed and staggers even though he lands on his good foot, going two shades paler with pain. But before any of them can so much as reach out to steady the kid, he’s regained both equilibrium and that devil-may-care grin. At a glance it’s impossible to find the false edges of it.

Donnie says, just a little bitchy, “I think I know how to chart injuries. And clearly, you hurt, which is your body’s natural, built-in, “stop jumping around, you idiot” warning signal.”

“It can’t be that bad,” the kid shoots back, “‘cause I feel fine now, and if I had even half of what you wrote down there, I’d be in a coma, breathing through a straw.”

“And you would be, if Leo didn’t use his healing hands!” Raph barks. It sounds angry, and it makes Blue draw up short, but Mikey can hear the worry in it clear as day. None of them like to see their big brother actively hurting himself—even this smart-mouthed, pint-sized version of their big brother.

“Healing hands?” Little Blue asks warily.

Leo moves closer to stand right in front of him. Blue can’t seem to look him in the eye for whatever reason, gaze darting down and away and finally finding a place to rest on Leo’s hands when he lifts them into the first seal.

He moves more slowly than usual, each gesture deliberate and precise. As familiar as he is with his brother and this particular technique, Mikey can sense the energy building up like pressure before a storm, on a smaller, more condensed scale. It prickles across his skin, never seeking to harm, only to help.

“Are we in Naruto?” Blue quips half-heartedly, then goes absolutely still when Leo reaches for him.

Leo doesn’t touch, just leaves his hands outstretched between them and waits for Blue to close the distance. It can’t be comfortable, holding onto all that qi that he’s channeled that wants someplace to go, but he holds it anyway, as steady and implacable as he’s been Mikey’s whole life.

Blue hesitates just long enough to look past Leo at the rest of them. His eyes fly to Donnie first, then slide away to Raph—they want to linger there, for some reason, but they don’t. His gaze comes to land on Mikey, where it stays longest, and Mikey smiles warmly at him.

“Go on,” he nudges. “It’s neat.”

It’s enough. Blue scoffs a little, but he does take Leo’s hands in both his own, cast and all. His eyes get big and wide as he feels the healing start to happen almost immediately, that energy rushing through his meridians and settling in his dantian, before flowing out to whatever specific wound Leo is directing it to.

When Leo is done, he gives a little tug on their joined hands and then lets go. Blue looks absolutely gobsmacked, and tentatively puts pressure on his bad leg. When it doesn’t make him wince, he stands on it normally, then hops in place a couple of times, and at that point he gazes up at Leo with literal stars in his eyes.

“How!” he demands.

“Looks like one cast has been rendered obsolete,” Donnie says, already turning to find any one of his power tools that would be able to buzz through the fiberglass like butter.

“And after all the effort Mike put into it, too,” Raph adds from the peanut gallery.

“Call it a good faith gesture,” Leo says wryly. For all that he and Blue don’t seem to know how to act around each other, he’s clearly fond of the kid. Or maybe fondness isn’t the right word. There’s something wistful and affectionate about his expression when he looks at their little guest, something Mikey isn’t sure he knows how to name. “To prove that I really did heal you, and you really…you were in serious danger of not being okay. Now that your leg is healed you’re free to move around, but I’m asking you to take it easy.”

It’s typical of Leonardo to be so hypocritical from such a genuine, good-natured place. Mikey can’t think of one single time in their entire lives when Leo was given a choice between jumping into action and taking it easy and he actually chose to take it easy.

Clearly it doesn’t sit right with Blue either. His immediate, knee-jerk reaction is one of open bewilderment, like the idea of just doing as he’s told and climbing back into bed is so absurd he’s surprised any of them were willing to say it out loud. Right on the heels of that confusion comes frustration, so bright and hot it’s like staring into the sun.

“I can’t,” he says. “I have to go home.”

“We haven’t figured out a way to get you back home yet,” Donnie interjects. His tone is firm but not unkind. Blue gives him a dismissive look anyway.

“I know how to get there myself,” he says, every inch a harassed teenager. “I’ll just go through the Hidden City.”

Mikey opens his mouth to ask the obvious question—what is the Hidden City, and is it as cool as it sounds—but Raph beats him to it. “Is this about the fight you were in? The thing you escaped from? You think it’s still a threat?”

Blue’s expression is on the verge of crumbling. “I didn’t escape anything. My brothers saved me. That gold light—it was them, I’m sure it was. But if I got out, then that monster might have gotten out with me, and I don’t—I don’t know if—”

“Your brothers would want you to be okay,” Donnie says, with all the authority of a younger sibling who has only ever wanted his big brother to be okay.

It’s the breaking point. Blue shatters.

“It doesn’t matter if I’m okay!” he shouts, hurling the awful truth as he knows it at them like he’s flinging knives. “I’m the family fuck-up alright? The world almost ended and it was my fault! My big brother could have died because of me! All I do is screw everything up at every turn, every chance I get!”

He’s miserable and it’s hard to watch, it’s loud and ugly and comes wrenching out from some place in the very center of him, someplace raw and honest. It’s a wound that needs healing as much as the punctured lung and broken ribs did, but this isn’t something one of Splinter’s ancient techniques can fix.

Mikey’s hands are half-raised in front of him. He wants so badly to help but he doesn’t know how. There’s no way to catch and contain any of this. There’s no way to hold it. He has no idea how Little Blue has been holding it.

“Dad made me the leader and didn’t tell me why and I didn’t want it! I never wanted that! I thought if I didn’t take it seriously, if I messed up and goofed off enough, he’d take it away and give it back to Raph, but he didn’t. So I was the one leading us and I was the one who nearly got us all killed and even when I tried to—to fix it, to be a hero like I’m supposed to be—I messed up again. They had to save me. And now I don’t know if they’re—”

He’s panting now, his battered body struggling to catch up to this marathon of fear and self-hatred and uncertainty. His hands are shaking and his chest is heaving and his eyes are glassy.

“It doesn’t matter if I’m okay,” he says again, really meaning it. “It matters that they are. And I won’t know if they are until I go home. So I have to go home.”

“Okay,” Mikey says at once. He steps forward carefully, even though all his instincts tell him to spring forward and scoop him into a hug and never let him go. “We’ll take you home. I’ll carry you there myself if I have to, I promise.”

Little Blue’s mouth is trembling, like he wants to just give in and start bawling, but of course he doesn’t. He nods at Mikey, maybe just as an excuse to dip his head and shove the heel of his good hand into his eyes even though he hasn’t cried properly yet.

“It was my fault,” he repeats. It seems important to him that they understand that.

“I know it feels that way,” Leo says, very gently. “Believe me, I know.”

There’s an expression on his face Mikey almost doesn’t recognize, for all that it’s familiar. Leo has looked at each of his brothers like that a million times, but he’s never ever shown himself a sliver of that same kindness.

“But Leo,” he adds, the first time his tiny counterpart has been called by name since he got here, “you’re just a kid.”

It’s something someone probably should have said to Leonardo, back when he was fifteen years old and already carrying the world on his shoulders; acting as a second parent to his siblings, inheriting his place in a war their father never should have passed down, always trying to be everything he needed to be for everyone else. Always trying to be good.

Maybe that’s why he’s been so weird around Blue, Mikey realizes, in the tidy little corner of his mind that isn’t preoccupied with the way his heart is literally breaking. It must be strange for him to look at this devastated, grief-stricken teenager and recognize himself.  

“Stay a little bit longer,” Leo barters. “I’ll teach you the healing hands. You’ll be an even better medic for your family once you can practice qigong.”

“And you can tell me about the Hidden City,” Mikey adds brightly, his tone at odds with the nervous way he’s wringing his fingers together.

“I still need to get the cast off your leg,” Donnie says, brandishing an ominous-looking oscillating multi-tool. His red eyes are very gentle, even if his smile is a little ironic. “Also, I think I really want to know more about my counterpart’s conspiracy corkboard.”

Blue hesitates, on the verge of accepting their help, not certain if he should be allowed to.

“Anata wa hitori janai,” Raph says gruffly, arms folded, as if that will disguise how much he clearly cares about this boy. “Right?”

He didn’t miss it, that bit somewhere in the middle of Blue’s meltdown when he mentioned Raphael as his leader and his older brother. And it makes sense now, perfect sense, why the kid always seemed to look toward Raph first. It’s the way Mikey always looked to Leo first—playmate, confidant, best friend, guardian, protector. Like recognizes like.

Raph didn’t miss it, and he acts on it now, in true Raph fashion. Repeating that thing the kid’s Gram-gram said, even though he doesn’t jibe with spooky spiritual stuff, just because Leo said it sounded important and Raph thinks it might help.

From the look on Blue’s face, it helps. When tears finally drip down his striped cheeks, he’s smiling, and Mikey thinks it’s the first real one he’s given them in the whole time he’s been here. Lopsided and charming because it isn’t picture-perfect.

“Right,” he says, leaning into the arm Mikey wraps around his shoulders. “That’s right.”

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt movie #tmnt 2k12 #hamato leonardo #hamato michelangelo #my writing #tmnt fic #coming right on back for you

[danidoesathing]

top 5 lord huron songs⁉️

OOOO thats hard

Ancient Names Pt. I - has been my top LH song since ive heard it five years ago and will probably be for the rest of time

Not Dead Yet - it's silly its fun i love the vibes i love the phantom riders i love dale its great i adore it

The World Ender - CERTIFIED BANGER

Fool for Love - funky charming tune with a surprising amount of lore relevance. could yell about this one for hours but will spare you all the headache

The Birds are Singing at Night OR Lonesome Dreams. I cannot pick and could also yell about these for hours.

#dani speaks #ask #asks #my top two are always the easiest answer. the rest. not so much #world ender is always on the list but i never know about the rest

[call-me-cosmic]

if you had to pick 5 songs to listen to in a 3 hour car ride, what would you choose? Please feel free to ramble in any/all of these!!

Oh man! ONLY five?? For three hours?? Hmmm...

-"What Do It Mean" by Lord Huron. I just really love this song! I even got a shirt personalized to have my favorite verse from this song on it.

-"Earthrise" by Starset. Just a catchy song with a good tune and great lyrics. I don't know, I just like it.

-"Tragedy" by the Bee Gees. What can I say? Its a classic.

-"Slow Draw" by the Ruen Brothers. Another catchy song! I like the vibes.

-"Just a Man" from Epic: The Troy Saga. Again, its catchy, and I like singing along and pretending I'm in a musical.

#thanks for asking! #anon ask #anon answered #music #spotify playlist #eclectic music #I like a little of everything #lol #lord huron #bee gees #ruen brothers #starset #rock #indie #musical #70s

[rimouskis]

i love lord huron! what are the songs you've been listening to?

oh hiiiiiii! hello!

um. long post below. I have so many lord huron thoughts ahahahah

not to be the most insufferable person known to humankind but I've been listening to them since lonesome dreams (2012) and it is STILL my favorite album by them! even though strange trails (2015) is an absolute masterpiece and also incredible!

unfortch ben has taken the band's sound in a direction that I think is a bit more ballad-y (which I kind of blame on the popularity of "the night we met" :/ thanks 13 re*sons why) and also less lush (like... the instrumentation on lonesome dreams and strange trails is so layered and textured and brings in these evocative, atmospheric sounds that create such velvety soundscapes...)

I enjoyed vide noir (2018) but it is NOT in my listening rotation at all, though I really enjoy "lost in time and space" and both parts of "ancient names."

when it comes to long lost (2021) I found the record palatable but forgettable. I feel like they've lost some of the unique sounds that really MADE their music. the theremin in strange trails was an inspired choice, for example. long lost incorporates a lot of strings, which I do like in music, but that's kind of it. it's just sort-of-standard slow, ballad-y rock.

what happened to the literal sounds of the ocean and the jungle drums that were in the Mighty EP? that HAUNTING harmonica and cymbals in lonesome dreams? the HOWLING? the theremin, castanets, and crackling old radio sounds from strange trails (their dorky little homemade old radio they lugged around for the strange trails tour was so cute). all these elements added SOOOO much to the music! they were my favorite band (and maybe still are, my answer depends on the day) for so long.

lord huron used to have this really dreamy soundscape and they have LOST IT and I am SAD ABOUT IT. I'm so glad I saw them twice during the strange trails tour. I also saw them more recently during the long lost tour and while I didn't love the setlist as much, ben's stage presence has really improved and he seemed very comfortable, which was nice!

OKAY ENOUGH WHINING here's my lord huron favorites:

again, I love lonesome dreams The Most (it's The Album of My Heart) and I lowkey have a whole fic idea inspired by it. listening to "The Ghost on the Shore" on the banks of Lake Huron at the twilight hour last summer was a transformative experience for me.

I could eat that whole album but my favorites are totally "Lonesome Dreams," "Lullaby," "Brother," and "The Man Who Lives Forever." all four of those have been on heavy rotation this summer. I was also really grateful when they released "Setting Sun" on spotify finally so I could stop listening to it on youtube lol.

as for strange trails, "Fool for Love" ran in my veins for my entire college career but I deeply love the whole album. "Meet Me in the Woods," "Hurricane," and "Way out There" are some of my favorites, but I also think "The World Ender" is inspired.

idk what I love most about any piece of media is it having that specific quality that grabs you by the yoke and yanks you into its world, and I think ben struck gold with the first two albums (and the mighty EP), which have such developed and distinctive soundscapes that fully immerse you into the literal story he's trying to tell. his comic book for the events of strange trails is deeply endearing to me haha. idk I'm SOOOOO normal about this band and what they were doing with their early work. I really am curious about where the band will go next!

#anyways. sorry that was like. one of the first bands I found that formed my Music Taste as a teenager ha #also tell me your favorite songs :) #I'm so sorry if they're on long lost ahaha

[sinceileftyoublog]

Lord Huron & Allie Crow Buckley Live Show Review: 7/28, Canal Shores Golf Course, Evanston

BY JORDAN MAINZER

What is it with Chicago area weather changing the course of our summer festivals? While I wasn’t able to catch Kara Jackson again on Friday at Out of Space, as her set was cut and the bill moved hours up to avoid incoming storms, at least Lord Huron and Allie Crow Buckley provided the crowd at Canal Shores Golf Course a night of high and lonesome, Laurel Canyon-inspired Americana.

The LA indie rock four-piece, who live expand to a sextet, most recently released Long Lost (Republic), in my ears their best album to date due to its embrace of a wider variety of genres--country, baroque pop, and psychedelia, to name a few. Those songs proved to have the greatest impact. The sweeping Spaghetti western stylings of “Mine Forever” radiated an effortless cool to match its romanticism. Miguel Briseño’s upright bass, Mark Barry’s clacking drums, and Misty Boyce’s church organ Mellotron buoyed Ben Schneider’s forlorn confessions on “Love Me Like You Used To”. “I Lied”, which saw Boyce fill in admirably for the studio version’s Allison Ponthier in a duet with Schneider, featured appropriately retro steel guitar from Tom Renaud, the song achieving the same levels of longing and regret as your parents’ favorite country songs. And chugging set closer “Not Dead Yet” was a fitting bookend to the set, considering Schneider’s joke that he received a text when he woke up that lightning would strike the stage at 9 PM, Back to the Future style. “It’s not usually how I like to get my prophecies,” he said, perhaps fully aware that the best Lord Huron songs can prove to be prophetic themselves. Case in point, the band’s performance of “The Night We Met”, as Schneider’s words of terrors and ghosts and hauntings were further soundtracked by the rumbling of nearby L trains--or was that thunder already? 

Buckley, also beginning earlier than anticipated, performed songs with an appropriately languid pace for the hot sun. “Under the Sun” and “Moonlit and Devious” sported deliberate drums and buzzing guitars, respectively, operating at a twinkly sway. Her most recent album Utopian Fantasy (Nettwerk) is a collection of love songs inspired by mythology; notably, they’re defined by an expanded instrumental palate, shimmering synths and dance-oriented beats. Thankfully, the new songs radiated. The bopping “Angel” directly followed and contrasted the drippy “Cusco” and “As I Walk Into the Sea”. And “Dreamboat Soulmate” was a true standout; while the studio version emphasizes choral harmonies and a trip hop beat, live, the full band added the distorted guitars that permeated the performances of songs from Buckley’s back catalog. It was the most fully formed song of the set, Buckley and company at their most captivating.

#live music #out of space #lord huron #allie crow buckley #canal shores golf course #long lost #kara jackson #republic #republic records #miguel briseño #mark barry #misty boyce #ben schneider #allison ponthier #tom renaud #back to the future #utopian fantasy #nettwerk #nettwerk music group

[batpubby]

Music Favs!!

Tinie Time 🍼🍓

Banana Pancakes - Jack Johnson

Golden Hour - JVKE (specifically the 8D audio!!)

Sunflower (Spider-Man: Into The Spider-Verse) - Post Malone, Swae Lee

From Eden - Hozier

Shrike - Hozier

White Winter Hymnal - Fleet Foxes

Dandelions - Ruth B (8D Audio is good for this one too!!)

Quiet Sad Tinie Time 🎶🌸

River - Leon Bridges (slight Christian themes)

Freakin’ Out On The Interstate - Briston Maroney

Treehouse - Alex G

Bruno Is Orange - Hop Along, Queen Ansleis, Frances Quinlan

Marceline - WILLOW

Infinite Cloud (Interlude) - Cian Sheehan

Dancie Time!! 💫🎵

Messages From The Stars - The Rah Band

Movement - Hozier

Tek It - Cafuné

Almost (Sweet Music) - Hozier

Deceptacon - La Tigre

DARE - Gorillaz

Cure For Me - AURORA

Hey Lover - The Daughters Of Eve

Singing!!! 🍡🍄 (every song is singable!!)

Wait A Minute - WILLOW

Tek It - Cafuné *(again I knowwww hehe)

If I Ain't Got You - Alicia Keys

Love - Keyshia Cole

Jackie and Wilson - Hozier

Stolen Dance - Milky Chance

Rock Out!! 🤘🎶🎸 (jus songs w/ heavy guitar in them hehe)

No Plan - Hozier

Cold Cold Cold - Cage The Elephant

Ancient Names (Part 1) - Lord Huron *(this one has a kind of violent beat drop in the beginning so jus be careful kay?)

N for my petregressor friends - if you wanna feel like you’re in the woods!!

Longing & Loneliness <- das what its called

#i’ll add more later #sfw agere #sfw age regression #sfw blog #agere #agere sfw #bearbabbles #bearbarks #age regression #sfw regression #pupsongsuggestions #sfw petre #sfw pet regression #sfw pet regressor #bwah

[howldean]

thx for the tag merv my best friend merv @soldierpoetdean

rules: answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to get to know better.

name: ah a trick question already, i see how it is. Dean!! or bucky, or bee, or nio if you know my origin story and lore, hymn if you're biblically accurate

star sign: taurus

height: 5'8"

time: 6:13pm pacific time

birthday: april 27th

favorite bands/artists: the happy fits, kendrick lamar, lord huron, depeche mode, M.A.G.S., hozier, led zeppelin, and mother mother (honestly i listen to a lot of individual songs from artists but these are for the most part bands that i can put on shuffle and enjoy)

last movie: dogma

last show: *sigh* supernatural. NEW show though i've been watching merlin for the first time

when did i create this blog: december of 2020 i believe

what i post: what is this a government census?? i post what i post (spn, some old multifandom stuff, slice of life, and my projects)

last thing i googled: dean winchester everybody loves a clown

other blogs: dead x-men blog @antisocial-empath, jail blog @travelershymn, and angel/cowboy needless gender fodder aesthetic blog @hurricanehymn (might trade that and jail urls tho)

do i get asks?: surprisingly yes! i really need to send more at random but rye, january, and merv tend to send me stuff (this is your sign to randomly send me asks i love it so much it never annoys me ever)

following: 448

average hours of sleep: also 4-10 hours though honestly averaging a solid 6-8

instruments: none........ i do have a keyboard though and i wanna get back into learning that

what im wearing: band shirt and flannel and pajama pants. i've been like this all day

dream job: delightfully unemployed and tending to a community garden! but i'm working towards a degree in hospitality lol

dream trip: anywhere and everywhere. i want to do a mutuals roadtrip somehow and some way someday if i'm being honest

nationality: american....

favorite songs: DON'T MAKE ME CHOOSE most recently its another try by the happy fits, cult of personality by living color, smile by m.a.g.s, honeypie by jawny (i say that unironically it's a bop), wrong by depeche mode, and ghost on the shore/ends of the earth/the night we met/the man who lives forever by lord huron

last book that i read: a collection of poems called "safeword" by donald dunbar

top 3 fictional universes i’d like to live in: ngl supernatural would be cool, disney's robin hood. yeah the fox one, and maybe one with cool dragons since harry potter is dead to me

tagging, should you choose to accept it: @the-foungaytions-of-degay @serpentski @quietduckpond @guychild @eileenguy @crabs-but-better @final-girl-cas @groot-the-tree-writes and curse you merv for tagging like. all of the people that i know..... @ YOU if you want to participate just act like i tagged you it's fine

#tag games #gtky games #bee says things

[scary-grace]

I posted 7,658 times in 2022

That's 7,363 more posts than 2021!

653 posts created (9%)

7,005 posts reblogged (91%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@allegoriesinmediasres

@nocompromise-noregrets

@breathing-sarcasm

@mysandwichranaway

@lonelyheartsmotel

I tagged 2,218 of my posts in 2022

#0 - 171 posts

#asks - 250 posts

#barduil - 200 posts

#thranduil - 174 posts

#bard the bowman - 158 posts

#seeking a friend tag - 158 posts

#reputation au - 137 posts

#clown hours - 118 posts

#ask game - 111 posts

#red au - 76 posts

Longest Tag: 134 characters

#i reject tolkien’s stupid retcon and replace it with ‘maybe she didn’t kill anybody but she sure didn’t lift a finger until draft 152’

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Rules: Tag 9 people you’d like to know better/catch up with

thanks to @lonelyheartsmotel for the tag!!

last song: “what do it mean” by lord huron

last TV show: the strain

currently watching: under the banner of heaven

currently reading: the locked tomb series by tamsyn muir (a reread because my brain was tired), the perfect storm by sebastian junger (also a reread), if not for this by pete fromm, and morgoth’s ring by jrr tolkien

tagging (sans pressure or obligation) @sixwildswans @allegoriesinmediasres @palmviolet @mysandwichranaway @mikaverleth @queencharybdis 

90 notes - Posted May 20, 2022

#4

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic Characters: Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Midoriya Izuku, Jirou Kyouka, Bakugou Katsuki, Kouda Kouji, Uraraka Ochako, Class 1-C (My Hero Academia), Shinsou Hitoshi, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Thirteen (My Hero Academia), Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Ishiyama Ken | Cementoss, Kan Sekijirou | Vlad King Additional Tags: The Spiral/Uzumaki AU, Junji Ito - Freeform, POV Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Minor Character Death, Body Horror, Eldritch Abominations, content warning: sounds that stab right through your ears, things will get worse, take that 'chose not to use warnings' seriously, Getting Together, Hurt/Comfort, Horror Summary:

“The spiral thing?” Hizashi repeats. “Is that what we’re calling it?” “I don’t know what else we should call it,” Shōta says. “It could be a quirk, but I’ve never heard of a quirk like this. I don’t know why a villain would target only students with sound-related quirks. I don’t know why you and I are the only staff members who’ve noticed that something’s going on. And I don’t know what we should do.”

 A quirk, a contamination, a curse, a haunting -- whatever's taken hold at UA, Yamada and Aizawa can't let it spread unchecked. As the search for answers takes on new and sinister twists, and the spiral captures more and more of their students and colleagues in its web, Yamada finds himself pulled closer to Aizawa, and realizes that his feelings can't be hidden forever. But in the chaos that engulfs UA's campus, there's no time to figure it out...or maybe there's all the time in the world.

Chapter 2 is up!

107 notes - Posted October 4, 2022

#3

Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Shirakumo Oboro & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic Characters: Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Shirakumo Oboro Additional Tags: 5+1 Things, Getting Together, but it takes them 15 years, Hanahaki Disease, Aizawa gets a weighted blanket, Not Actually Unrequited Love, it's requited but they're both stupid, not actually past Erasercloud but Mic is an idiot, Canonical Character Death, The Rooftop Gang, The three dumbigos, Angst, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, but it does get better Series: Part 2 of prompts I begged for on Tumblr, Part 2 of one headlight Summary:

Every year, Yamada finds some way to mark the anniversary of Shirakumo's death, and his feelings for Aizawa always find their way to the surface. But with the USJ incident fresh in his mind and Aizawa acting increasingly out-of-character, Yamada can't let another year go by without doing something about it.

or

Five times Yamada Hizashi was told he'd only make it worse, and one time he didn't listen.

for @corndog-patrol -- (chapter one of) your second fic for the prompt you sent me many months ago!

119 notes - Posted November 20, 2022

#2

Chapters: 2/3 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Shinsou Hitoshi Additional Tags: Hanahaki Disease, Tired Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, i can't tell if this counts as hurt/comfort or not, Cats, Aizawa gets a weighted blanket, POV Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Summary:

Shōta’s throat closes off on him. Thorns scrape the insides of his esophagus, and his shoulders heave, and suddenly he coughs a mouthful of petals onto the doctor’s desk.

The doctor’s eyes are sympathetic on his. “Who were you thinking of just now?”

Shōta spits a yellow petal onto the floor. It looks like it came off a sunflower, and there’s no point in lying about it any longer, not when the evidence is sitting in a slimy heap on the hardwood. “My best friend.”

Aizawa gets hit with a hanahaki quirk. He tolerates it about as well as you'd expect him to. Which is to say he doesn't.

Chapter 2 of 3 is posted.

129 notes - Posted August 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

god help me I have purchased yet another teapot shaped like an octopus

152 notes - Posted August 1, 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

[plastidgremlin]

baby in my eyes, you do no wrong

I know I’ve mentioned Sema before, but I’ve never written about her.

Title comes from the lyrics to Love Like Ghosts by Lord Huron.

Characters: Drifter (Marlow), Sema (OC) Warnings: Death, attempted murder, killing in self-defense Spoilers for the New War.

Dry grass crackled underfoot as she moved over the hard-packed earth. There must've been a severe drought in her absence, to leave the bleak scrubland somehow even more desolate, the sparse grass snapping like dry twigs, and she swore the earth was cracked in places where there was no grass at all. Even the rare shrubs were bare of leaves, struggling in the arid clime.

She stopped as she reached the crest of the hill, breath catching in her throat.

She could still make out the remains of their hideout in the shallow valley, assembled from scrap snagged from the Zariman or pilfered in secret under the noses of the powerful magnates.

It'd been rough, but it had been home for years.

What had been a cleverly hidden structure was now mostly collapsed into shambles and scrap, windswept and scattered.

The small garden of food and herbs she had spent every free moment tending to had clearly broken its rows at some point, but now all that remained were withered, barren stalks.

The rack they had spent hours working to build so they could smoke meat and fish was also collapsed, the wood dried and rotted under the intense sun.

She lifted her head, gaze tearing away from the shambles of her ramshackle life to the crest of the hill, to the jutting stone with burn marks marring its face.

She licked her lips and swallowed thickly, trying to ignore the lump in her throat as she turned to pass the rubble and climb the hill.

There, before the stone, she slowly knelt and reached out to run her fingers over the scorched engraving she'd etched into the store.

"…hello, Sema," she breathed. "I'm back."

Of course, there was no answer. She knew there wouldn't be.

"You wouldn't believe where I've been," she went on anyway. "I wish you could've come with me. Or… maybe not. It would've upset you. I think you finally would've picked up a gun then, if you'd seen it. Some Orokin bastard made himself king, but it was worse than what we left. He was… controlling the thoughts of... of everyone."

She dropped her hands, shifting so she was sitting cross-legged in front of the grave, then laid her wrists over her knees.

The wind howled, and her lungs burned at the sand and grass-dust it carried, making her cough and choke.

She sighed, leaning forward and resting her forehead against the cool stone. Her eyes closed. "…Void, I would've loved to see you anyways. The color of your hair, your eyes—your freckles. I never told you I didn't like freckles, but you? You always looked like stars to me. I could spend forever drawing constellations on you."

Another cough wracked her body, and she finally brought up the loose fabric from her cowl, covering her mouth, but the burning never eased. Instead, she choked again, and it turned into a wrenching sob as the dam finally splintered and broke.

"I miss you," she sobbed. "I miss you I miss you I miss you—Void, I want you back so much!"

The wind's howling rose to a tumultuous roar, almost drowning out the sound of her own voice in her ears.

"I'm sorry," she whispered anyways. "I'm so, so sorry, Sema. I—I should've done better. I…"

There was a dust storm coming. She could see it blocking out the bleak gray light of Duviri, rising in her peripherals, an ominous blur through her tears.

She didn't move.

"…I still can't figure out why you attacked me," she rasped. "Was it the plants dying? Did the Void get to you like it did our parents? Or was it something else I did?"

She flinched suddenly, memories swirling through her mind.

Jerking awake in the night at the sound of something moving in their home that shouldn't have been, reaching for the knife she kept under her pillow, rolling, pain before she had ever turned completely, blooming through the back of her skull like a lightning bolt rolling across the sky, and she lashed out in retaliation—

Sema's pained cry as hot blood ran down her fingers.

She hadn't even had time to react before Sema had staggered away from her, dropping her makeshift weapon and ripping the knife from where she had left it driven into her thigh.

"You shouldn't have taken the knife out," she whispered to the stone, voice cracking all over again. Hot tears ran down her cheeks, leaving streaks in the dust that had already begun to cling to her. "Void, I loved you. I love you. I'm so sorry, Sema. Where did I go wrong?"

The dust storm hit with a roar, and she tugged the hood of her garb up properly, her voice drowned out in the howling of the wind and the rushing and crackling of dust and sand snapping around her.

"…I miss you."

#it was a combination of things that killed Sema actually #i mean obviously the knife did it #but what made her attack Marlow #that was a lot of different things #needless to say Sema wasn't herself that night #Marlow loved her #still does actually #warframe #warframe drifter #warframe spoilers #warframe the new war #the new war #warframe the new war spoilers