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kiridarling · 3 years

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𝐒.𝐓. 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍’𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐄.

(ft. ceo!shouto, secretary!reader, lowk sugar daddy!shouto, sir kink, riding, squirting, f!reader)

— 1.4k words, minors dni!

You don’t understand why Mr. Todoroki insists on buying you things.

Thanks to his pay raise, you’ve got too much cash to spend on yourself already. You’ve upgraded your apartment, bought a new car, and now you shop at Whole Foods.

But this? This seems like a bit much.

“Mr. Todoroki, I really don’t ne—“

“And you expect me to allow you to walk home by yourself at this time of night?” He raises a cool eyebrow, his pale skin in stark contrast to the red velvet of the limousine. Adjusting the cuff of his black suit jacket, he drawls, “Please, I insist.”

You sigh, and yet you step into the limo anyway.

You feel out of place with the fancy wine glasses, smooth jazz, glossy white exoskeleton and pink interior lighting. The partition is rolled high and you can’t escape the feeling that this is...private.

“Your address, Ms. Y/N?”

“Oh, right um,” you hate to say you were too enamoured by all the glitter and glam that it takes you a second to come back down to earth to provide him with the proper info. Mr. Todoroki raps against the partition with a fingernail, mumbling what you assume to be your address to the driver before it raises and you two are alone again.

“So, Ms. Y/N,” Mr. Todoroki begins. Despite all the space in the long limousine, he’s sat right next to you, shoulders brushing and all. “How was lunch?”

Right. Lunch. Today, you arrived to the office with your lunch from home in hand, to find an even better one sitting on your desk with a note that read:

Eat up, Buttercup.

— S. T.

Seriously. Is your boss trying to kill you?

But, you ate it. And it was delicious.

“It—It was good.”

And, fuck. You’re not one to stutter but thinking straight proves harder than you thought under Mr. Todoroki’s heavy gaze.

Mr. Todoroki crowds you against the door and his cologne is beyond overwhelming, flooding your senses and setting your veins alight as he slides a calloused hand up your thigh, pushing your pencil skirt out of the way as he pleases—he knows he can get away with it.

“And the outfit?”

“It uhm...fits fine.”

And Mr. Todoroki always finds the perfect size, too. Honestly, you’re impressed—half of the time you can’t find your size yourself.

Mr. Todoroki hums in satisfaction, a hand sliding to play with the lace that falls over the crest of your ass. You know he likes to see you blush—likes to see you squirm and stutter. And yet here you are, eating it up like some slutty secretary.

“Are you wearing it right now, Princess?”

Mr. Todoroki speaks like he knows, and you find your face turning a similar fiery red to the lingerie set you have on underneath your outfit.

“I am.”

Mr. Todoroki’s eyes flutter and you swear his grip around your ass tightens, but it’s gone before you blink again. A groan rolls through his chest.

“Show me, Princess.”

Your eye shifts to the limousine window—you’re on the freeway, but you haven't got an inkling to when you’ll reach your house. “Mr. Todoroki, I—“

“Shouto when we’re alone, Gorgeous.”

“Shouto, what if someone—“

“It’s dark and the windows are tinted,” Shouto cages you in with a forearm against the door, leaning over so his mouth is leveled with your ear. “You and I both know you live a little ways away from headquarters, so what’s the wait?”

You...You...

You don’t know.

You find your mouth moving before you think it through, “What do you wanna see first?”

“You know me so well, Princess,” Shouto purrs, biting his bottom lip as his eyelids sink halfway, studying you. After a pregnant silence, Shouto speaks again.

“Take off your shirt.”

You shiver.

Button by button, your fingers pull at the fabric of your shirt until the lacy red bra Shouto left on your desk is on full display.

Shouto groans at the view, head dipping down to press butterfly kisses to your breasts. The warmth of his palms feels strange through the lace but the thumb passing over your nipple has you shivering nonetheless.

“On your knees, Princess,” a pretty pink tongue emerges to wet his bottom lip. “I want to cum on those pretty tits of yours.”

Your hands are fluent and swift, from undoing his button and zipper to unbuckling his belt, and your face to face with your boss’ hard cock bobbing underneath the tip of your nose.

“Suck, Pretty.”

Grabbing the base of his cock, you lick from his balls to the tip, giggling at Shouto’s shudder.

“What, Princess? It’s not my fault your mouth is sinful.”

To prove his point—and to prove who’s in charge—Shouto bucks down your throat. It makes you choke and splutter, but you push through the spasms in your throat anyway, pulling a fairly juvenile broken moan from the billionaire’s mouth.

“Such a dedicated little girl,” Shouto groans, gently threading his hands through your hair to grab you tight by the roots. “I bet you're soaking wet in between those legs, aren’t you?”

You whimper, subtly rubbing your thighs together—you wouldn’t be surprised if you left a wet spot on the floor. Your cheeks burn from the humiliating thought.

“Up.”

You pull your mouth off of him, a little confused.

“Change of plans, Princess,” Shouto pants, lifting you by the waist and sitting you in his lap. After pulling the tight black pencil skirt above your ass, Shouto bites his lip at the sight of you.

“So gorgeous,” he moans, trailing a finger up your slit. “And so wet—did I do all this, Princess?”

You slap him on the shoulder in mild embarrassment, cheeks and neck burning. Grinding your hips in his lap, you roll your eyes. “Shouto, just fuck m—“

He grabs you roughly by the jaw, chuckling at the way your pretty little eyes burst into the size of saucers, “I believe I asked you a question.”

“Yes,” you whimper, caught off guard. Shouto’s grip tightens.

“Yes what?”

“Y-Yes Sir.”

Shouto bites his lip at the pet name, using the grip he has on your jaw to shake your head back and forth as he coos, “Good girl.”

Peeling your panties to the side, the big hands on your waist guide you onto his cock. The slide is smoother than it should be, and Shouto’s buried to the hilt fairly quickly.

“Grind on me, Princess,” Shouto bucks his hips to spur you on, and you’re moving the moment you pull his dress shirt into a tight little fist. Shouto’s always been big, but inside you? It can get a little hard to breath.

Shouto’s thumb ghosts your clit and it has you shivering, drunk off his slow in sensual pace.

“Hmm, you’re drooling Pri—fuck!”

There’s a bump in the road and it sends your pupils flying into the back of your skull, and the broken moan that tumbles out of Shouto’s mouth makes you want to hear more.

Bracing your knees against the plush limousine cushion, you maintain the momentum and drop yourself onto his cock so rapidly you're sure the driver can hear the slap of skin through the partition. Shouto’s eyes widen before his eyelids drop halfway, mesmerized by the slow but hard movements of your hips.

“Shit—c-careful, Princess,” Shouto puts his hands around your waist in an attempt to gain control of the speed, but you quickly swat his hands away.

“I wanna,” you pant, whimpering as he hits your cervix when the limo jolts again. “I wanna make you feel good. A-As ‘sa thank you.”

“Awe baby,” Shouto coos, applying more pressure to your clit. You squeak, readjusting your grip on his shoulders, “For the outfit I gave you? When I saw it in the store I knew it’d look gorgeous—and look at you, so fucking delicious.”

To reinforce his comment, Shouto digs his teeth into your neck, and that’s your tipping point—eyes fluttering, your toes curl and you’re squirting in Shouto’s lap; making a mess of his cock and his (probably expensive) suit pants.

“Oh shit—“ Shouto lets out a guttural moan and he’s filling you up, hips stuttering and eyelids flickering. His chest rises and collapses with an airy moan.

“Fuck, Princess,” Shouto chuckles breathily, resting his head against the limousine seat. His face is pretty and flushed red, hair stiff with sweat and dress shirt a wrinkled mess.

The limousine rolls to a stop and it has you glancing out the window—but you’re sure your apartment doesn’t come with white pillars and a gate...

“Care for a quick detour, Princess?”

ceo!shouto has me 😳

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babylooneytoonz · 3 years

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Curly Hair and Blue Eyes, Just like yours

Pairing: Clark Kent x Fem! Reader

Summary: You decide to tell Clark Kent about the daughter he never knew he had with you, and he only wishes he had found out about her in a better situation.

Warnings: Kidnapping , Violence, Angst

[My Masterlist]

"Baby, we gotta go, come on out now," You called from the kitchen, having stuffed Piper's lunchbox into her tiny little bag that you had now propped on your shoulder. Little feet raced down the staircase of your home and you smiled, when you saw the little blue eyed girl, her hair neatly settled into two pigtails on either sides of her head, poked her head in. You knelt down in front of her, helping her put her bag on.

"Mommy? I wanna have Uncle Jerry's apple pie— " You smiled as you stood back up, quickly kissing the top of her head, as you took her hand in yours, your fingers clasping against the five year old's tiny ones.

"Well, if you are a good girl at school today, mommy might think of baking you one instead for dessert," you smiled down at her as the two of you walked out of your tiny two bedroom apartment in a tiny, cramped street in Metropolis where you had lived for years. You buckled her into the passenger seat, laughing to yourself listening to her as she had decided that now was the time to speak to her doll.

Being a single mother, there was so much on your plate always. Your days started with leaving Piper at Kindergarten, heading straight to the grocery store where you worked after leaving her. Four hours later you drove back to her school, picked her up and brought her back to the store with you, where you fed her and let her play around at the back, until 4 pm when finally, you ended your shift and the two of you drove your way back home.

You straightened the crease on your shirt, leaning against the fence along with the other young mothers who were waiting to collect their wards from kindergarten, just like you were until the bell rang somewhere inside, and a flurry of kids arrived, like bees floundering in the air.

You knelt down, throwing your arms out at the sight of your daughter who pushed herself into you, and you kissed her on her nose, and she giggled.

"Mommy, guess who vi- vitit— " She stammered, trying to say the word but she couldn't.

"Visited?" You asked, smiling at her, and she nodded.

"Visi- ted today."

You pulled yourself up, taking her hand in yours as you began walking with her towards the car parking, glancing down at her every ten seconds or so.

"Superman!!" She excitedly screamed, clapping as you opened the car door for her. The smile that was earlier on your lips dropped at the mention of him, and instead, a hollow look now ghosted your eyes as you regarded her briefly, giving her a fake smile and nodded, buckling her into the passenger seat, "Hm, I see. Why was he there?"

The car ride back to the store was a quiet one from your end, where only Piper spoke telling you of how the Superman had visited the kindergarten today, spent time with the children, telling them how they all were strong enough to grow up and be Supermen and Superwomen themselves. There were times when you snorted, not win disbelief, quickly masking it with a fake laugh, listening to your daughter talk about him.

You hated him, atleast you thought you did. You realized, the more you listened to her describe, Clark Kent was just the same— just the way you remembered him to be six years ago, when you had last met him.

How were you supposed to tell the innocent little child what Superman used to be to you?

Six years back, he had left you, leaving you broken hearted, and had walked out of your life, without giving you a reason as to where had you gone wrong in your relationship with him. No matter how much you tried, pleading and begging him to reconsider, it appeared as though he had already made up his mind.

"[Y/N], this will hurt for a while, and then you will be okay, trust me."

How the hell were you supposed to trust him when he was the one responsible for the excruciatingly painful heartbreak that you had witnessed?

You watched him, followed the news, watching every single success that Superman attained, his face plastered to your television screen, his charming boyish smile tugging at your heartstrings but you still felt happy, knowing how he was saving the world. Although, ironically, he had done nothing to save your crumbling relationship.

You would have still forgiven him, had you not found out, just a month after he had left you, that you were pregnant.

At first, you thought that Clark deserved to know— after all, he had every right to be in his child's life, and you were no one to take that boon away from him, or your child. Sucking it up, you had forced yourself to go to the Daily Planet building, to talk to Clark, to tell him what you had found out.

You didn't. You couldn't. Because he looked happy with Lois Lane. So you left.

Your home smelt like a freshly baked apple pie, as you stood against the kitchen counter, the baked goodie laying in front of you just like you had promised your little girl. Outside, in the living room, you could hear the television on, as Piper watched her favourite cartoon, her chuckling audible to you, which made you smile. Your golden retriever, Berry, nudged her head against your leg, causing you to bend slightly so you could pet the top of her head before she scampered off to be with her best friend once more.

"Piper, baby. Berry wants to go out."

The little girl dashed into the kitchen upon hearing your words, her excited eyes glimmering with delight as she began looking up at you.

"Mommy, can I take her out?"

You thought for a minute, planning to refuse at first but then you gave up, because the two of you, your baby girl and your furry baby both looking at you with big, googly eyes that you couldn't resist.

"Fine but stay close to the front gate, and inside. There's a lot of traffic outside, love. Mommy's gonna be watching you from the window here, alright?" You gave her a smile, watching as the two of them walked off, the dog first, followed by the girl— smiling at how considerate the big dog was around her tiny form.

While you were readying the plates, setting the dinner table, you momentarily made sure to glance out of the window, from where you could see them both, running around, being the big goofballs the two of them were. What you failed to see, was a dark hooded man, standing by your fence, watching the girl carefully, observing.

A few minutes passed by, and you decided that it was time to go out and fetch the two back inside, when you heard Berry mediating between loud barks, and pained whines. Your eyes widened, as you ran out of the house, on bare foot, the pads of your feet grazing against the grass when you saw two men, throwing your daughter into the back of a car, Berry having tied ruthlessly by her neck to the tree, the hold so hard that she was almost suffocating. By the time you ran to the gate the car was already turning down the street, until it finally disappeared out of view and you fell to your knees, screaming, crying, your heart pounding inside your chest. Someone had taken your daughter.

Finally, after two minutes of screaming your heart out, you leapt to your feet freeing Berry from the leash that had her pinned to the tree, tears still streaming down your face as you ran inside, grabbing your phone and your car keys.

There was only one who could bring her back, and there was nothing stopping you from asking from his help, because only he could do it— find her from whichever corner of Metropolis they were hiding her and bring her back.

At some time between you driving recklessly through the streets of Metropolis to the time you finally reached the Daily Planet building once again, the sky started pouring, heavily. You parked your car in the parking lot opposite to the building and without caring, you stepped out into the rain, racing your way into the building.

"Clark Kent, please, it's urgent," you literally slammed your moist fists against the desk of the office receptionist, her eyes widening when she saw the condition you were in— your hair and your outfit drenched in the rain, sticking to you, your body trembling with cold.

"Uh, sure, but who do I say is asking for him?"

"[Y/N], and please, tell him it's urgent."

You began rubbing the side of your arms fervently, trying to keep yourself warm, as the receptionist pulled the receiver to her ears, and looked up at you briefly, "Mr. Kent, a Miss [Y/N] is here. She, uh, says it's urgent, and it does look like she is in a state of.. emergency."

The receptionist disconnected the phone, slowly placing the receiver back. She looked up at you, and informed you that Clark was on his way now to see you. You began biting the insides of your cheeks— a sudden nervousness killing you from the inside. How were you going to tell him? What if he refused to help you? Where was Piper? All kinds of depressive thoughts began to sneak into your head when his silhouette finally appeared, his eyes falling on you as he was walking towards you.

Clark Kent pushed his glasses nervously over the bridge of his nose, his heart racing. He wasn't sure, why after all those years you were here to see him, and that too, this urgently. He hoped you were okay. When he stepped out of his office, his eyes fell on you. His heart broke, yet again, on the sight of you— you were dripping from head to toe, your body shivering due to the cold. His pace increased, until he was literally running towards you, his eyes fixed on yours.

"Clark." You began, only to find yourself give in, to nerve wracking sobs as he pulled you into his embrace, letting his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him, as he soothingly rubbed your back, thousands of memories flooding back into both your minds.

"Listen to me, there's something you should know," you hicupped, still crying hysterically. Clark slowly walked you away from the crowd that had now gathered around you and him until the two of you were in an empty cabin. He lowered you in a leather chair and pulled one in front of you, letting his palms rest on your knees, "Whats wrong?"

"I didn't know who else to go to, I -- Clark," you swallowed the lump forming in your throat, you didn't know how to begin. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, or tried to, but the heaviness of your chest couldn't let you breathe, "Someone took my daughter, right from in front of my eyes. Two men, dressed in black, they came and they took her, stuffed her into their car, Clark, I don't know where to find her, what to do."

Clark's face fell— it was as though someone had cut off his oxygen supply— what else was he expecting? That you would wait for him all your life? He looked at you in a strangled way, his eyes narrowed at you, but he wasn't angry. He just looked hurt. The hands that were resting on your knees slowly pulled away and you winced at the loss of the contact, looking up at him through your teary eyes. He pressed his lips together and parted his lips, "Do you have any idea who could have —"

"No, I— Who could mean harm to an innocent little five year old, Clark? She can't even hurt a fly." You cried.

"Five.. five year old?" Clark croak, as if something was lodged inside his throat.

"Five years, and a few months to be exact.." you whispered, as your fingers gently pulled out your wallet, and inside was a picture of your beautiful little girl, her long black hair, just like Clark's curled atop her matted head. She was a true replica of him, having his luscious curls, big blue eyes and the kindest of the smiles. You slowly extended the wallet towards him, your hand trembling as your heart beat like a supersonic train. "That's— that's her, Piper ..Kent?"

Clark stepped abruptly from the chair, his fingers clasping your wallet. Weakly, he looked down at the photo, the realization sinking into him. The eyes that looked back at him from the photo were the same eyes, he didn't need proof to believe that she was his.

"Clark, I know you have questions but this isn't the time, please help me, they took her! I — I need Superman.. she needs Superman.." You pleaded him, with your eyes, looking at him.

The next minute, Clark had his hand on your shoulder, as he was walking you out of the cabin, his eyes not meeting yours.

"Get back home, incase they call for ransom or something. I will get her back."

What you didn't see when you were on your way out, was the way Clark broke down after you left. He lowered himself to his knees, watching you walk off until he had both his hands pulling at his own hair, his eyes glowing with the heat vision, his body suddenly on fire.

Two days passed, and with these two days, whatever sanity that was left within you, drained out, anxiety taking over completely. You went to the Daily Planet, looking for Clark, but he wasn't there— of course he was out looking for her. But it still didn't let you rest any easier.

By the time it was nightfall, you were pacing around in your living room, your kitchen a mess, dirty utensils from two days back still soiling the sink. Your hair were a mess as you had not bothered even running a hand through them, for you were completely shaken and distraught.

Just when you thought that your mind will probably burst with the amount of worry that was eating at you, the doorbell rang. You ran— it was like running a life marathon— as you unlocked the door, finding Superman standing at your doorstep, holding Piper in his arms, the little girl having her arm locked around Superman's neck, her face glimmering with excitement.

"Oh my fucking—" you cursed under your breath, sniffling in retaliation to the sight and n front of you as you threw out your arms towards her, "Piper, baby! You're okay! Jesus, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I should have been careful— "

"Mommy, do you know that Superman saved me from the bad men?" You gasped, almost wide eyed as Piper leapt into your arms, and you buried your face into your daughter's hair, nuzzling your nose against her face, holding her tight, as though if you didn't, she would slip away. What suprised you, and sort of, made you smile was her innocence — she was kidnapped and probably locked up somewhere and yet all she could think of or talk about was how Superman had saved her life. Your eyes flew to his, meeting his halfway, you could see how exhausted he looked, and a look passed between the two of you— a look of love that had been buried years back— the two of you didn't need words, and the two of you could feel how the other one felt — probably a mix of relief, anger and a lot of questions.

"Yes, he did—" You smiled, "Are you okay, Piper? Love, are you hurt?"

"She's— " Superman began speaking, and you looked at him once again, "She's fine. She isn't hurt, I made sure."

You bit your lip, your fingers toying with your daughter's curls. Finally, you stepped inside, leaving the door wide open, glancing at Superman with the corner of your eyes, "I know you want to to talk. Please, come in."

"Mommy? Is Superman staying with us tonight?"

"Piper, darling, would you go and check on Berry? She's not feeling well ever since you left—" You placed her on the floor, carefully eyeing her for any injuries, but much to your relief, there were none.

"Alright, mommy."

"You should have told me, [Y/N]. She's mine too!"

You gasped, almost inaudible, trying to suck in a mouthful of air as you fixed yourself by the window, looking out, almost cautiously, your mind still in a state of alert. When Clark saw this, he walked up to where you were, staring out of the window, and you saw his reflection behind you, his hands on your shoulders as he turned you around, "they won't come back, [Y/N]. I made sure of it."

"Who were they? What did they want?" You frowned, his hands still on your shoulders but you didn't seem to mind.

"They weren't anyone of importance, they did it for ransom, having randomly decided to kidnap her and ask you for money. How were they supposed to know they kidnapped my daughter? Like hell, I didn't know I had a daughter," he almost froze, letting his hands drop, his eyes now looking at you for answers.

You took a deep breath, running your hands through your hair, almost pulling at them in an attempt to straighten them a little, but Clark grabbed your arm, his grip on your wrist as he lowered it, showing you how his patience was wearing thin.

"You left me, Clark. Just because I was pregnant, it didn't mean I was selfish to use her as a means to get you back, or to burden you with her responsibility." You hissed, trying to pull on your wrists, but of course, how were you to match the Kryptonian's strength?

"I would have never left if I knew—"

"And this, Clark, is exactly why I didn't want you to find out. I didn't want you to decide to stay with me because.. of a baby," you had begun pacing in the living room now and Clark just stood by the window, his arms crossed against his chest, "You would have hated me one day." Suddenly, you stopped speaking and your eyes widened, your head sharply turning towards him and a thin frown appearing on his sublime features. The next minute, you were glaring at him, poking him in the chest with your index finger, "Before accusing me of hiding this from you, how would you justify you leaving me without giving me the reason? You didn't care about me, you didn't care about the fact that I cried myself to sleep for weeks, inwardly tortured for months. How very hypocritical of you, Mr. Kent."

He grabbed your hand, however his hold remained gentle on you. Very slowly, he twisted your arm behind you, stepping closer, in a way pinning you to the wall behind, looking down at you. He then scoffed— a dry, sarcastic scoff.

"I left you because I had no choice. Luthor took Lois—"

"Oh, great, Lois, and that's why you left me—"

"He took Lois because he thought Lois is the woman I'm with. You realize what this means? If he knew or find out it was you, he would have thrown you off that building. I couldn't have lived with that. I did it for you!"

Tears streamed down your face, his words finally sinking in. You parted your lips and all that came out was a gush of air. Clark placed his hand on your cheek, reluctantly, half expecting for you to push it away, but you didn't. His fingers felt hot against your skin, like embers as he cupped your face, his fingers gently brushing against your cheek.

"I came..one month after you left me .. to your office ..when I found out.. wanted to tell you," He nodded, blinking as he waited for you to continue. "I saw you with Lois. You looked happy, the two of you."

"Lois is just a friend, I never—" he frowned, his hand dropping from your cheek as he ran his fingers through his own hair, his exasperation evident, "It was always you."

"I can't believe this, Clark. I fucking cried myself to sleep thinking you hated me," you sniffled, falling back against your couch like a lifeless corpse, bringing both your palms to your face as you buried yourself to those, hiding yourself from his intense eyes, "That girl—" You looked up, your cheeks now stained with your tears, "she is more you than she is me. In every single way. I needed you Clark Kent."

"I'm sorry, I should never have —"

"Six years, Clark. You missed her birth, you missed watching her grow up, she was without you, and we were okay, you know? And now this happens and my life is a mess once again—"

He looked at you, dejected, his glances mediating between the floor to you and then back down to his hands. Finally, he cleared his throat, and you looked up at him, looking at the beaten Superman in front of you. He was everything but the strong superhero you knew in that split second. He was a broken man— just a man— in a spandex costume.

"If I could go back and change what I did, I'd do it in a blink of my eye."

You smiled, and replied, "It's easy to say. It wasn't your fault, though. It was perhaps, we were never meant to be."

His face fell, and he didn't try to hide it from you. You bit your lip, tasting the metal on your tastebuds as he slowly took a step away, his eyes moving from you to the stairs, perhaps hoping that he could see Piper before he left.

"If something ever happens, if you need me, I'll be there, [Y/N]. I couldn't be there when you needed me, but I'll be there from now until you don't need me anymore."

Would it ever happen when you won't need him any more? You never truly moved on, no matter how hard you tried. The void remained, in your heart, in your life and in your cold bed. Six years , and you couldn't make yourself fall in love with anyone, because no one was Clark Kent, they could never be him.

"Leaving us again, are you?" You wiped your tears with the back of your palm, and he looked at you, suprised as though he had heard you wrong.

You smiled and you looked down at your hands, they were trembling as you rubbed them fervently against the fabric of your thigh, and stood up, hesitantly at first, before a little confidence built up inside you when you saw the softness in his eyes as you walked towards him. This time you pinned him to the wall, and the taller man let you, without even trying to attempt to escape or show you just strong he was. He let himself be entrapped as you grabbed his chin, rather unceremoniously, yanking his head so he was looking down.

"Don't you want me to—" he stopped talking, finally realizing what you were trying to say to him.

"Six years, I watched you on TV, and that's just it. That was the nearest I had to feeling anything. Is this what true love is? You know someone isn't coming back yet you can't stop loving em?"

He smiled, but didn't reply. He just kept gazing into your eyes.

"Go on, go. The world needs you, Superman."

You smacked him on his chest, watching his eyes to shift to confusion once again. Awkwardly, he tilted his head to his side and shook his head, only his chin moving.

"And you? You don't?" He asked.

"No." You smiled smugly, watching his face fall, so you hurriedly added, "I need Clark Kent, not Superman. He is very broody, and I am scared of him. I would rather have my Clark back."

He gave you a toothy smile, and in that minute, he wasn't Superman anymore. He was your Clark Kent, only in a spandex costume. He wrapped you in your arms , pulling you to him, bringing down his lips to the side of your jaw, as he kissed your chin at first, and then moved on to your lips. Your lips met his, after a long time, and your insides exploded, your hands flying to the back of his head.

"Mommy!"

Clark cleared his throat, and you immediately pulled away wiping your lips and the two of you looked at each other, both your cheeks a slight crimson. You two felt like a child again, having been caught stealing cookies and Clark smiled, sitting down until he was squatting on his heels. He threw out his hand towards Piper and she ran up to him, settling herself on his thigh.

Clark looked up at you, and so did she, and you couldn't help but give them a warm smile back, because the sight was melting your heart. It was like a mini me, Clark and his little female version, looking right at you with that big blue eyes.

"What?" You asked Clark.

"Shall we tell her? Shall I tell her?"

"No, Superman." You changed your voice, grabbing him by his Cape as you pulled him up, "I don't want targets on her back. Why don't you just go on out, change into some human clothes and then we can tell her who her father is."

"But sweetheart, it's a little too late for that don't you think?" He pointed towards Piper, and your head shot towards her, you jaw almost dropping when you saw her eyes turn orange due to the heat vision, just for a bit before they turned blue again, and Superman slid his arm through your waist.

"It's okay, let them find out, Superman has a family. They still can't touch a hair on your head, not until I'm around. And I'm not..going anywhere."

"No, sweety," you gave him an apologetic smile, "that's not what I'm worried about. I'm worried she's gonna go to school and boast around how her dad's Superman."

"Well, they are going to find out, one day or the other."

"You're right, Clark." You nodded, as the two of you watched her scamper off, chasing Berry, you leaning on to him.

A/N- Fuck, I realised I really got carried away with this one. I think this is the longest one shot I've ever written? I thought I'd break it into parts but oh well. I hope you guys liked it.

#clark kent x reader #superman x reader #superman #clark kent #kal-el x reader #clark kent x y/n #clark kent x you #henry cavill x y/n #henry cavill

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absolutebl · 3 years

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This Week in BL

March 2021 Part 4

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs.

This is a LONG ONE, it’s been A WEEK everyone.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Lovely Writer Ep 5 - a little slow this week, but at least Gene finally flirted back, and very cute flirting it was, too. Also we got Aey’s motivation, background, and love interest. Thank goodness for that.

Brothers Ep 8 - still pants, what can I say? Clearly I am a BL masochist. Very embarrassing for everyone concerned.

1000 Stars Ep 9 - the conflict over Tian’s father was REALLY well done. The plot of this drama is excellent, the leads are great together, and yes I totally cried. What, you didn’t?

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Word of Honor (China) Ep 16-18 - big battle fighty fighty stabby stabby. Ep 17 switches to “this drama isn’t big enough for two chaotic-neutral godlings!” So what do they do? Drink together and bicker... A LOT. Then in Ep 18 we all get the dubious joy of really freaky puppets. (I HATE puppets.) Also how is China letting this be so SO VERY VERY GAY? Also, I wanna walk through the forest wearing a smanshy purple robe and waving a big fuck-off white fan around simply because I’m a pretentious fuss monger. And frankly, I feel like this is an achievable life goal for me.

We Best Love 2 (Taiwan) Ep 4 - not gonna lie, this is looking to be one of my top 3 BLs of 2021. It’s SO GOOD. Big bonus to this ep for treating stalker behavior like the mental illness it is and not as some dumb representation of enduring love.

The Most Peaceful Place is My Place (Vietnam) Ep 1 - finally dropped (find it under NƠI BÌNH YÊN NHẤT LÀ VỀ BÊN EM on O2′s channel). It’s got actors already comfortable with BL and looks pretty good so far. An angry tsundere uke reunited with his ex, a stoic chef, giving us lots of snap, crackle, and pop out the gate.

Dear Uranus (Taiwan GL) Ep 2 - I want to love it, but it is just moving too fast. There’s not enough character dev and then they’re throwing flashbacks in? It feels like a treatment rather than a show, and a rushed treatment at that. Bummer.

HIStory 4: Close To You (Taiwan) Ep 2 (AKA Ep 3-4) - let the cheesy popcorn continue! Idiot remains an idiot; ingenue remains an ice queen; nice gay guy remains nice and gay; obsessive stalker brother is getting ever more whackadoddle. Of course these last two have the best chemistry. (It’s caregiver codependency and the salvation trope. We got us a Leo/Fiat situation going on.) Plus lots of classic BL tropes because OF COURSE there are lots of tropes.

Occasionally, I am tempted to argue that shows like H4 or Cherry Magic or Ossan’s Love aren’t technically BL because of the office setting and age of the protags - but then they all behave like high school students anyway, so *shrug*

Stand Alones

Cute little Taiwanese micro BL Friend or Lover dropped, about bisexual realization within a friendship group. Normally these are too short for me, but this one did pretty good with its 15 minutes of charm, plus it’s abad boy + shy softy pairing.

Breaking News - Thai BL

Fish Upon the Sky released its actual trailer. The upside-down kiss is gone, which makes everyone sad, and it seems far less rivals to lovers than the first iteration, which makes ME sad. But it still looks good and a more classic BL than GMMTV has given us in a while. New trailer focused more on the makeover trope and they’ve upped Mix’s role (the object of everyone’s affection) now that he’s proved himself. (Or they are using him more to carry the trailer since he has a fan base form 1k*). Starts April 9 on GMMTV in 1K*’s time slot, probably with a 10 ep run.

2gether the movie is apparently coming April 22 to Thai theaters. F4 Thailand must be having issues or GMMTV just wants to milk the BrightWin cash cow. It’s rumored to be a combination of 2gehter + Still 2gether with some extra scenes and ending. Also, one assumes a lot will be cut out, if it’s movie length.

Call It What You Want released its updated trailer. If anything, it looks more scary than before. What are we in for? April 9th.

Nitiman got a release date, May 7 on One31.

I Told Sunset About You 2 got an updated release date of May 27 on LineTV.

Second Chance the series is coming to LineTV on March 29. I don’t know much about this one. Tons of familiar faces (mostly TharnType side dishes) and some nice looking new talent but a dearth of eng subs. I think it may take on Brothers’ time slot. Line did eng subs for Brothers so maybe they will do 2nd Chance too?

Close Friend the series is coming April 22. This is a combination of 6 couples with 6 story arcs as music videos (maybe)? It’s an epic fan service with familiar faces like OhmFluke (UWMA), MaxNat (LBC also in Y-Destiny), YoonLay (YYY also in Y-Destiny), KimCop (GenY), and JaFirst (TT2).

Y-Destiny starts March 30, and has starting dropping couple’s trailers. I’m still suspicious given the director but it seems like there is plot (or plots) and a theme. Looks to be a series of 7 single ep vignettes (amended, see comments, might be 2 eps each for 14 eps total), different couple each time, some with supernatural elements, all with decent chemistry and acting chops.

Sun MaxNat’s tutor/student arc

Mon jaded rich kid meets poor innocent

Tues sports romance enemies to lovers

Weds the messy realistic actual dating one

Thurs hot ghost boyfriend (sad)

Fri YoonLayPerth coping with loss and finding new love (sad). This one will all rest on Lay's acting so we know it’s in safe hands. Our boy is going to KILL it.

Sat time-slip memory loss reunion romance

I’m thinking we can’t expect any of these to end happy or be classic BL. They’re gonna be more slice of life-ish.

Gossip - BL Outside of Thailand

Scholar Ryu’s Wedding Ceremony AKA Nobleman Ryu’s Wedding (Korean historical BL) got a legit teaser (eng sub here). @curriculumvtae reports that it’s releasing April 15th on WeTV (Philippines & Thailand) and Idol Romance (South Korea), while Will of Thai Bl says it’ll be on Viki too. It’s a short run of 8 ep built on a fake relationship trope (arranged marriage variant):

Ryu Ho Seon’s (Kang In Soo from You Wish) arranged marriage turns out to be with his expected bride’s brother, Choi Ki Wan (Lee Se Jin from Mr Heart). Ryu tries to undo the marriage, but his ill mother opposes this saying the scandal would be too much. Meanwhile, Kim Tae Hyeong (Jang Eui Soo from Where Your Eyes Linger), a senior at Ryu’s school, comes to congratulate him and falls in love with Choi. Then one day, the original bride disappears.

Okay it seems a bit twisty turny for ONLY 8 EPS, but oh my goodness how excited are we? Our first intentional historical BL out of Korea!

We already knew Hong Kong was doing a remake of Japan’s Ossan’s Love under the same name (not my favorite Japanese BL but so very popular) but it’s now reported to be coming to Viu in June. Who knows how the CFA will take it. Depends on whether Hong Kong bows before the NO GAY KISSES regs or if they are going to use this as a political nose thumb... things could get cray with this puppy (the original has several kisses and s shower scene). Are we back in Addicted territory only with added comedy and civil unrest?

Speaking of Japan, Absolute BL (AKA Zettai BL ni Naru Sekai vs Zettai BL ni Naritakunai Otoko) dropped sooner than anyone thought, March 27. But being Japanese who knows how/when/if we get subs. Protag finds himself trapped in a world of BL, but being straight he fights against any hot guy that draws near, but the whole world (literally) is conspiring against him. It’s a parody adapted from a yoai.

What with Absolute BL from Japan plus Lovely Writer and Call it What You Want from Thailand, is 2021 the year of BL being ultra self referential? Sure feels like it.

In Case You Missed It

Faded a gay micro film from Taiwan from 2017 deals with parental acceptance and serves up a ton of BL tropes (piggyback, forehead kiss, etc). I’m pretty sure this was a propaganda piece for legalization of gay marriage, and it’s an interesting nugget of BL history as a result. Yes, it ends happy. It’s cute.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Some shows may be listed a day later than actual air date for accessibility reasons.

Upcoming 2021 BL master post here.

Links to watch are provided when possible, ask in a comment if I missed something.

Man there’s a lot going on right now! Spring has sprung... I suppose.

P.S. I cannot believe I missed Absolute BL as a blog name. Numbnuts = me.

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Summary: It’s been five years since you’ve seen your ex, Rin. He’s still not over you and you’re not over him. When he finds out you have children he thought he didn’t have a chance. Then he finds out they’re his? All of a sudden you’re teaching Suna how to be a single dad.

note from denise: hi!! <3 this is a small chapter but i think an important one nonetheless :) i hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Fluff, angst I guess, drama, and cuteness twin overload

Previously Up Next Masterlist

Chapter Nine

“Is there anything you want for breakfast?” You asked Rin as you looked through your closet. He was laying back in bed under the covers, typical Rin. “No don’t bother making anything. I wanna treat you guys to breakfast.” He rubbed his eyes and you turned. “You don’t have to.” You immediately told him. “No i want to.” He assured and you smiled lightly. “Alright thank you.” You said softly and you grabbed your black overall skirt, white long sleeve and your favorite leggings.

“If you want you can wake up the kids.” You said before heading into the bathroom. He sat up and groaned and slowly made his way to their room. He opened the door and saw the two little foxes slide something under the bed. He tilted his head confused and they innocently looked up at him. “Good morning daddy.” They recited which honestly gave him the chills. Twins who could recite things at the same time are creepy. “Good morning. Now what were you guys hiding just now?” He asked with a raised brow. “Nothing—“ Akira innocently smiled. Even though these kids looked like Rin, they certainly had Y/N’s expressions. And that adorable smile that Suna has missed.

“You guys already know that lying is bad. Show me what you’re hiding?” He asked and sat on the floor across from them. Rini guiltily frowned and he reached under the bed to retrieve a box. It was an old shoe box. “A box? What? is it just an animal or something?” Rin asked and the kids shook their heads. Akira handed him the box and he opened it. The first thing he saw was a Polaroid of you and him. He felt a slap across his face. You smiled so bright and Rin had his deadpanned face like always. The photo behind the Polaroid was with you in between the twins. They were using your shoulders as an arm rest, each photo made his stomach turn and he saw napkins and tickets, you always wrote the date and a little heart with a note when Rin would take you to places.

“You and mommy looked so happy. Why did you guys leave eachother. I don’t get it.” Akira asked. “You won’t get it until you’re older.” Rin said and began to put everything back before he started crying. “Do you still love mommy?” Rini asked, Rin felt like he was in the hot seat.

They kept their eyes fixated on him. “Of course I do, she’s an amazing friend. She’s the mother of my children.” Rin started. “No not that kind of love...like love love. Like do you wanna marry her?” Akira asked but his phone rang and he saw the FaceTime call from his mother.

His face turned white and he immediately stood up and answered. “H-hi mom..” Rin cleared his throat and the twins gasped. “Grandma?!” They practically yelled. “Rintarou, are you babysitting or something?” His mother asked. “Um no I’m not—“ “Daddy Can we see grandma? We don’t have a grandma we wanna see our grandma!” Rini pulled the hem of his shirt and he looked down. “Daddy? Rintarou they’re not talking about you right?” His mother asked concerned. “Give me a sec...” he told the kids. “Start picking out your clothes.” He said and they quickly nodded and he went straight to the living room. He sighed and rested his hand on his forehead. “Rintarou talk to me. What’s going on? Did you get someone pregnant?” His mom asked. “Yes—no—it’s complicated I—“ “Rintarou it’s either a yes or a no.” His mom said.

Is this deja vu?

“Alright I’ll be honest. Yes I got a girl pregnant.” He sighed and brushed his hair back with his hand. His mom immediately changed her face to one of disappointment. She wasn’t expecting this when she called her son to ask when he was going to visit again.

“Rintaoru explain.” His moms tone completely changed and he gulped, he didn’t hear you coming from the hall. “Well..remember Y/N? My highschool girlfriend?” He asked. “The girl who’s the reason you were severely depressed and almost suicidal? Yeah how could I forget?” She replied sarcastically and you froze.

Wait...what?

“Well before we broke up we kind of..ya know and so she left and she didn’t tell me about them—“ “SHE DID WHAT?! Where is she I want to talk to her!” His mom raised her voice. “Rin I-“ you spoke up and he turned quickly to see you standing there in your cute outfit.

“Y/N, i need to speak with you.” His mother broke the silence and Rin was about to protest but you snatched his phone away. “Hello Mrs. Suna.” You said awkwardly but she had the same deadpanned expression your ex and kids have. “Why didn’t you tell my idiot son you were pregnant?” She demanded rather than ask. “Well it was because I was heartbroken, alone, and going through something traumatic. My parents kicked me out and I didn’t want Rin to have to drop out to help me support two children.” You said. “Two—“ “I had twins.” You interrupted. “How do you know they’re my sons—“ “He’s the only person I’ve ever slept with and they look exactly like him, ma’am. I assure you they’re his.” You replied.

“I don’t believe you not telling Rin you were pregnant because of your situation is an excuse.” She said. “I know. But I wanted to wait until Rin was more mature—“ “And had money and fame as a pro player right? So you could get money?” She asked and both of your and Rin’s eyes widened. “Excuse me. I’m doing more than fine on my own and I have not asked Rin for anything.”

“What do you do for a living?” She asked as if trying to prove you wrong, “I’m a sports commentator, voice actress and Internet personality. I have my own house and car so don’t you dare accuse me of wanted to take money from Rintarou because I will never ask him for anything then to be in the kids lives—“

“Okay that’s enough—mom please stop. We still have a lot of things to talk about regarding the kids and co-parenting. I need to go, we’re taking them on a field trip.” He said after taking the phone away. “When are you guys both free?” His mother asked. “As a single mother I can assure you that I’m never free.” You replied sassily. “I’m free in two weeks—“ Rin interrupted again before another fight started. “..me too..” you replied after checking your calender on the wall.

“Okay, I want you both in Hyogo with the kids. We need to chat.” She said and hung up. You and Rin just looked at eachother and blinked in shock. Like...did that just happen? The kids peered over the hallway doorpost and frowned. They wanted to meet their grandma.

“We’ll talk later.” You told him and he nodded. You turned back down the hall and mumbled something about getting the kids ready for today. Suna changed back into his clothes from yesterday and when the kids look all presentable and cute you all left.

“I should have know.” You said as you looked at the bright sign that said Onigiri Miya. Rin helped Akira out of the car seat and he chuckled. “Osamu’s food is bomb and you know it. I get a best friend discount either way.” He shrugged as you held Rini’s hand and Rin held Akiras hand and you both walked to the shop.

“Hmm? What a surprise!” Osamu spoke up when the bell chimed. “Good morning uncle Samu!” The kids giggled and let go to run to the counter. “How are my favorite munchkins?” He asked as they smiled and looked at the pictured food in amazement.

They act like you never feed them and when you do they just eat two bites and they’re “full”.

“Sup.” “Yo.” Suna and Osamu greeted. “Good morning Osamu.” You said politely and he smiled. “Good morning Y/N.” He replied. “When Suna didn’t come back last night I got a bit worried and he didn’t answer my texts till this morning but I’m glad he was with you.” Osamu said and you didn’t see Suna’s small blush. “Oh well the kids really wanted him to sleep over so he reluctantly agreed and we just called it a night.” You chuckled and he nodded. In the car, Suna told you his situation. He’s currently being transferred over to Tokyo in a different team and his lease ended so instead of getting another lease he moved out and he’s crashing with Osamu for a bit.

While you both talked you couldn’t see the look your kids were giving eachother. The opportunity was perfect and they’re going to take full advantage of it.

Finally you and Rin decided on what to order as well as the kids and you all sat down patiently. Rin was showing the kids pictures of his dog, Chewy. It was short for Chewbacca and you sighed at how much of a nerd Suna really is. But yet again that was another thing you guys bonded over back then.

Soon the food arrived and the kids loved it, you loved it. Rin obviously loved it. It was just so freaking good. “How much was the food again? So I can pay half.” You asked after wiping your mouth and Suna frowned. “I told you I got it.” He flicked your forehead and you smacked his hand. “Oww.” You whined. “It’s free cuz you demanded that I give you free food when I opened my restaurant, remember?” Osamu spoke up from the counter and you squinted. “But—“ “No if’s, but’s, or coconuts. I’m not charging Rin today.” Osamu said and you told him a small thank you.

“Y/N the ticket booth is this way..” Rin pointed out as you walked to the gates. “I came prepared.” You said and pulled out the QR code’s on your phone. “Mama still gets nervous talking to strangers sometimes so she usually is prepared.” It didn’t take long for everyone to go through the gates and Rin realized you have to had payed for his ticket.

He kept bugging throughout the day that he could pay for everyone instead but you smacked his arm and pointed at your kids in the distance. They were at the kids section where they could touch starfish and Akira was obviously a little bit nervous. But Rini was there guiding her hand and making sure she was using the two fingers to pet the animals.

“Rini may be a bit of an airhead but he always remembers that he’s a big brother and he’s always there for Akira when she’s nervous or scared..” you told him and his heart melted. They were just so cute. “Um..excuse me..Suna Rintarou...hi I’m a big fan and I was wondering if I can take a photo or get an autograph..” a small voice said and you turned to see a teenage boy.

“Sure dude.” Suna smiled softly and the guy took out his phone for a selfie, “I can take the picture.” You spoke up and the teenager gasped.” “Kageyama Y/N! Oh my god, are you really cousins with Tobio? Or do you just happen to have the same last name? I love listening to your podcasts and the yandere video game that your in is amazing!” He began to geek out and you laughed. “Yeah Tobio and I are cousins, and thanks for the support! You’re a man of culture I see.” You joked.

There was a slight pause of realization with him and he gasped. “Oh..am I interrupting your date?” He asked and looked between you both.

“Yes.”

“No.”

He tilted his head confused and you held Rin’s hand and hugged his arm. Your chest practically engulfed his arm and he almost had a nose bleed. “We went to the same highschool together so we’re catching up with a small date.” You said causing Suna’s face to turn bright red. The boy apologized for bothering and he took a selfie with you both and left.

You quickly let go and you put some distance between you both. Suna began fanning his face and you tried to hide your blush. Out of everything you could do, why would you do that?!

“I don’t know if you wanna tell the world that you have two kids or that you got some chick pregnant in highschool.” You told him. “You weren’t some chick, and I honestly don’t care if people know.” He said and you sighed and turned back to your kids. “But if you’re gonna keep doing that then it’s fine.” He said and you turned back to see him covering his mouth in shock. “I said that out loud didn’t I?” He asked and you nodded.

This was going to be a long day.

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The First Accidents

So this is the first part of my Mha/Bnha Au i’m gonna just call Shrinkable Au, basically this is when Deku’s new quirk first develops and a bit of shenanigans that ensued.

Characters: Izuku Midoriya, Jirou Kyoka, Shota Aizawa/Eraserhead, Chiyo Shuzenji/Recovery Girl, and Denki Kaminari

Warnings: Panic, g/t, and Superpowers, who know what people hate these days.

Word Count: 2347

Considering how often he’s been in strange situations, this is the weirdest yet. All Midoriya had been doing was going on a Practice patrol around the given area with Jiro as his partner when something startled him. He remembers this feeling of needing to hide away from it and when his eyes opened, everything was huge.

He immediately yelped as the ground shook around him causing the already confused boy to become more dizzy before a loud voice interrupted his questioning.

“Ah! Deku what?!” He covered his ears quickly, it was way too loud! Izuku looked up to see his classmate towering over him, his heart dropping into his stomach at the sight. He felt as if he should run away, do anything to get this new Giant Jiro away from him.

“Oh, sorry I was too loud?” She asked, her voice much more quiet compared to her from earlier. He nodded and began to shake as her hands got closer to him

“Jiro! D-don’t touch me right now!” Midoriya yelled out to her as he started to hug himself. She looked down at him with a sad look before sighing.

“We're in the middle of a sidewalk, if someone comes by they will question this. It’s best if we head back to the school.. How did this even happen?” As much as he didn’t want to agree, she was right. Him being this small meant he wasn’t safe at all.

He moved closer to her still shaking as his classmate gently put her hand behind him, scooping him into her palm suddenly causing him to squeak in surprise. He managed to sit up his feet dangling off the edge of her hand. Midoriya immediately turned around and noticed her thumb he scrambled over in a bit of a crawl holding on tightly to it, his legs still slightly dangling off.

This simple encounter between the two of them helped him get an idea of just how small he was, he was around the size of her hand so not the biggest but compared to a normal person it was a significant difference.

“So.. Midoriya.. What caused this?” She asked as he looked up at her still clinging to her thumb.

“I-I don’t know Jiro, all I know is I heard that loud thud and then poof! I’m on the floor and the size of a hand!” He called out to her needing to raise his voice a little. He will admit her hands were really warm and it gave him a sense of security but it was quickly swept away by the remembrance of the size difference.

“I didn’t see anyone who seemed to be suspicious? Did you see anyone?” She asked him, Izuku took a deep breath and shook his head when nothing came to mind.

“No one that I remember.” He told her as she moved down the road getting ever so closer to the school. His fear was starting to bubble up and rise up over his limits. He hugged her thumb tighter as she got to the gate of campus.

“J-jiro!” He yelled out her head immediately turning to face him. Once he received his attention he made eye contact with her and responded, “Can we go straight for Mr. Aizawa, I don’t wanna be seen by anyone.” He whispered his face red with embarrassment. The girl nodded in response and cupped him in both of her hands getting a quiet squeak from the boy.

He couldn’t see anything at this point but he could hear people talking even a few questions about why her hands were cupped and where he was. She would say something simple before continuing on her way and walking to find their sensei.

“Mr. Aizawa!” Jiro’s voice cut through the muffled sounds as she stopped in front of who he could only guess to be his teacher. He felt her move her hands.

“Something happened to Midoriya.” she said in a very calm tone as he moved around in her hands it was getting rather warm due to her body heat in addition to the warm weather.

Her hands parted, revealing the small and clearly uncomfortable Midoriya that had been hidden in her hands. He immediately started to look around sighing with relief when he noticed the lack of other people, it was just the three of them.

“What in the world happened to you, Problem Child?” Mr. Aizawa’s voice stole away his attention as he turned to him. Looking up at his teacher, Izuku gave a very little wave as he moved to try and stand up in Jiro’s palm, falling miserably as he slipped and had to grab onto her thumb in order not to fall off.

“We don’t know Sir-!” He yelped as he caught himself returning his gaze to the tall man. He held onto Jiro tightly as she used her other hand to block him from falling. Once he was resettled he continued, “We were walking, heard a noise, and then I was small!”

Izuku watched as his sensei took a moment to think and gave a sigh, “Well Midoriya, did you notice-” Jiro was quick to cut him off.

“We didn’t see anyone Sir, that was the first thing I asked him.. Well, other than if he was okay.” She told him as Mr. Aizawa nodded and he seemed to understand to a point.

“Alright, well… this is such a random quirk effect, we don’t have a policy for what to do when a student is shrunken.” Izuku bit his lip clearly thinking about something as he looked up at his teacher.

“Sensei, I have an idea.” He said looking up at his teacher and straightening up it clear he’s more comfortable with his size.

“What is it Midoryia?” Said student smiled a little as he looked up at Jiro.

“Can you put me down?” He asked her, she nodded in response and slid him onto the ground, the two of them squatting down next to him. Izuku sat down as well and looked up at them. “Sir, I want you to use your quirk on me.” He said very abruptly.

Mr. Aizawa seemed very confused as he looked down at the small boy. “Alright, I see how that will help you but I have no reason to disagree.” His teacher used his eye drops before looking down at the boy. Once activated his quirk seened to cancel whatever it was because Midoriya was suddenly his normal height again.

They both looked shocked as the previously shrunken boy sighed with relief. “Okay… Thank you sir.” Izuku ran his fingers through his hair as the group all stood up.

“Considering my quirk worked… You somehow did this to yourself.” Mr. Aizawa seemed as surprised as he did. He looked down at his hands and then back up at his teacher.

“I-I don’t know how! My quirk isn’t like that.” He said waving his hands around quickly as he dismissed the thought. He stood up rather straight before his teacher gave a sigh.

“Midoriya, do you think you can control it? We have all the reasons to believe you are the cause.” Eraserhead put his hand on the short boy's head as he looked up at him.

“All due respect Mr. Aizawa, I have absolutely no idea.” He said with a sigh as Jiro crossed her arms over her chest.

“Am I allowed to leave? I have a feeling I'm no longer needed.” She asked as the teacher nodded dismissing her.

Before she could leave Midoriya grabbed her wrist, “Please don’t say anything about this, not until we understand it.” He asked her, the girl replying with a nod as she walked away.

“Alright Midoriya, we are gonna go see Recovery girl, you look a little pale and I honestly want to know what happened.” Mr. Aizawa gave an obvious sigh as he started to move in the direction of the old woman's office. Izuku followed suit as the two of them moved.

“What is it this time Eraser?” The woman asked as she spun around in her chair, the moment she made eye contact with the short green haired boy next to him it made it rather clear he was involved. “What did Midoryia do this time?”

Izuku flinched from the question feeling extremely embarrassed, “Something-” He started before being cut off by his teacher.

“I believe Midoriya shrunk himself with his quirk.” Mr. Aizawa was so forward with the situation it honestly made the younger boy feel self conscious about his own abilities.

Recovery girl seemed rather surprised, she knew everything about Midoryia’s quirk so her being surprised by this made it seem rather off. “That’s new.. How can you be so sure it was him?” She asked as she got out of her chair, walked over to the boy, and pulled him out of the doorway.

“Yeah, I used Eraser on him and he returned to normal.” The tall man replied as she pushed Izuku onto a hospital bed and made him sit still as she started to look the boy over.

“I guess you just developed a new quirk.” Recovery Girl told the two of them as she handed Izuku a cup of water. He told her a thank you before he drank everything that was in the cup.

Mr. Aizawa and the lady went and stood closer to the door to talk as he put the empty cup down on the counter. He went ahead and took off his hero costumes gloves; it was way too hot to be wearing so many layers.

He gently wrapped them up and threw them over his shoulder as he picked the cup back up to fill it with water again. Instead the cup practically disappeared, turning so small in his palm.

“Miss?” Midoriya called out as he turned to face the two. They looked at each other then at him noticing he was holding something up. “I think I shrunk the cup..”

The two teacher’s looked a little shocked as he put the small and barely noticeable thing on the counter. He held his hands together tucking them into his chest, afraid to touch anything. Mr. Aizawa walked over to the short boy and was quick to gesture for his hands.

He held them closer to himself before putting his hands out with his palms up. Mr. Aizawa reached over to grab anything from behind him and put a book on them. It took not even a couple seconds for the object to go from normal to a smaller version in his hand.

“I-I can’t control it sir.” He said looking up at the man as he removed the small book from his hands. Izuku placed it on the nearby desk as Recovery girl started to dig through things. The black haired man seemed lost as he looked at the woman.

“Alright Midoriya, it probably works like Uraraka and Shigaraki’s quirk, my guess of anything that touches all five of your fingertips will shrink. Here,” She handed him a napkin, “Hold this with four or so of your fingers.” He nodded in response and held it with two fingers, the result being as hypothesized.

A smile of relief spread across his face as he smiled in response. She then nodded and grabbed his wrist holding his hand out as she slid an anti-fouling glove, artist glove, over his hand and quickly doing the same to the other. He looked at the strange fabrics that covered only two of his fingers before gasping and getting her reason.

“This makes it impossible for me to touch anything with all my fingertips!” He said his eyes shining with the revelation moving his hands around with the glee of a small child earning a small smile from the other male in the room.

“You can use these until we get that quirk under control. Considering you didn’t shrink your gloves, I don’t think you can shrink something that is around a form, for example clothes or plastic wrap around a package.” She said as she ruffled the small boy's curly green hair.

“I will try to help you control it better, Problem Child.” Mr. Aizawa said as he took the other pair of gloves off Izuku’s shoulder. “For now keep those on, go get changed, you look exhausted.”

In all forms of honesty he was tired using this new quirk of his really zapped his energy he nodded in response before heading to go do as he was told.

Izuku was sitting down on the couch in the common room as he started to scroll through his phone before he felt two hands on his shoulders so suddenly and made him gasp and jump before the hands disappeared off of him. He turned his head around to see anyone but no one was there, he did feel something on the back of his head. It took a second before put his hand behind his head gently gripping the thing before he pulled it in front of him making eye contact with the small person in his hands.

“Midoriya! W-what happened to me!?” A voice yelled out as he gasped and used two shaking hands to hold the boy.

“Kaminari! I-i didn’t mean too!” He responded keeping his voice quiet knowing how much loud sounds hurt when at the small size.

The electric student sat up quickly looking at his small size, he appeared to be around the size of Midoriya’s hand just like he had been when he shrunk.

“I-i developed a new quirk that allows me to shrink things and I can’t really control it yet please don’t be-” Like the drop of a hat Izuku entered a muttering fit that Denki wasn’t in the mood for.

“Change me back!” He yelled making the now larger boy flinch, he nodded as he shook quickly standing up as he held the yellow haired teen in both of his hands mimicking the actions of Jiro from earlier. What in the world was he gonna tell Aizawa?

There you go, I hope you enjoyed the first bit of this Au! It definitely could have a netter plot and be written in a more flowy way but this is what we get you boys, gals, and non-binary palls. Did I quote Thomas Sanders? Yes, yes I did.

#g/t story #bnha fanfiction #safeforwork #my hero academia #izuku midoriya #jiro kyoka #mr. aizawa #denki kaminari #shrinking #quirk shenanigans #orginal story #original consept?#mha shinkable au

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katerix · 3 years

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(How old is New Vegas? And it’s still my fav part! I feel like I need more Raul content even after all these years🥺)

Drink with the living dead

Characters: Raul Tejada x Reader Summary: Courier and her companion returned to New Vegas after a long wandering to get a drink and gamble, but faced serious inhospitality. Six was not ready to leave her friend behind, so they changed their plans. Warnings: - Words: 2781

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It was almost half past midday, when a dusty dirty road to New Vegas welcomed the wanderers with just another sandstorm without any declaration of war. Courier’s mirror aviator sunglasses could hardly stand that gusts of winds, so she decided to hide it in the pocket of her jacket until the better times. Six and her ghoul-companion were on foot for nearly five hours, and now the hightower of «Lucky 38» looked huge in contradiction from its look an hour ago.

It was not their first visit to New Vegas, but every time she saw a glowing and sparkling casino’s signs, she was bringing up the idea of going there and wasting an evening gambling and drinking. Just like everyone does. The fact that she spent here some time, passing all the entertaining places by, met with Mr. House and performed several missions for NCR ambassador, but still never took a break to try some of those things, these poor fellows from all Mojave wasteland were arriving for - was a crime by its definition.

Coddling this thought, Courier continued to trudge the nasty weather, until they walked up to the Northern gates of Freeside.

- What’s the plan when we reach Strip, boss? - asked Raul, shaking his dull-green jumpsuit down: it all was full of pervasive grains of sand, as well as the girl’s clothes.

- At first I wanna visit the «Lucky 38» apartment and change the outfit, then go to the bar and win big in the kazino!

- Perfect plan, chief, ironclad like my revolver. - the ghoul was sarcastic as usual, but didn’t evince any sight of disagreement.

When she turned around to continue movement, he added: “Wait, amigo, there's a tuft of straw stuck under your collar.” - and carefully extracted an annoying piece of flora, stuck to during the storm.

“Gracias!” - Six smiled widely and made a fast gesture of gratitude with her hand. Without wasting time, they passed heavy metallic gates.

Freeside met companions with a funky, stinking smell. She still couldn't get used to it. Dusty air seemed to mar the cityscape: it looked much pale and lighter than from the outside. Just fifteen minutes and they’ll reach the destination. The picture couldn’t be called unusual for this time of the day in this part of town: one or two shabby hobos against the dingy walls, kids in wrecked clothes playing a tag-game in the area of the «Mick & Ralph's», random citizens with roving glances, sneaking around, wasting their time in an idle attempts to figure out how to spend their life in this Dump. On the other hand, there are many places where people live even worse: take a look at Westside, for instance.

«What a hopeless sight, - thought the girl. - Hope the Followers are really able to do something about this in the future».

- Something on your mind, boss? - it felt like nothing could hide from Raul’s inquisitive look.

- Just thinking. I find this picture quite dismal, like there’s no tomorrow, and humanity is still doomed. Like there’s no chance to restore life, as it was before.

- When we are on the road again, I’ll tell you about the Football Cup in Mexico, if you like to hear another one “before the Bomb” story. - he obviously picked up on her mood and decided to cheer up the girl, carefully diverting the theme.

- I do. Have you attended it?

- Sure thing. That was a big day. We drove to the capital to see it with our own eyes.

- Sounds pretty good! Let’s not ruin the intrigue.

- You asked.

They passed a small cross-road, which didn't have to be called like that anymore, as it was just one of the ghosts of the past with it’s burned skeletons of cars, left here motionless as evidence of human lost ambitions. The air in this part of the town was stale, despite the fact that they were in the streets, the smell of some broiling meat and spoiled vegetables was sticky like an ant's nectar. Sudden wild cryings and shouts were heard from the nearest dead end.

One glance was enough to understand that the Kings had cornered swashers, their prey, who were too fucked up and all-fired sure of themselves to attack the town’s main showrunners just a couple of minutes ago. And the Courier was not going to do anything about that: she herself was nearly butchered by one of them, shown up from nowhere. If it was not her loyal companion who dealt with it with one precise shot, she, probably, would be dead by now.

It took more than ten minutes to cover the distance between the East and Strip gates - right now there was no reason to hurry. As they got closer, the protectrons took up their positions immediately. One of them articulated “Move along” with a familiar metallic cold of lifeless voice of his, when companions were passing by.

“Never liked these guys. They are like slow mines: you never know what they do the next second.” - grunted out the Courier, as two of them found themselves on the first line of the Strip between “Lucky 38” and “Gomorrah”.

“Hey, so who is an old one here?” - the ghoul chuckled in response.

She went ahead, so he could never see how her lips slightly bended in a ready-to-laugh smile.

***

Presidential luxe met nomads with a deep, wrapping silence of a broad, gloomy space. This was definitely not the place a person could wish to stay in: walls with, once being gorgeous - now - greasy dark-wine wallpapers were giving an oppressive feeling. Six was happy that they didn’t have to stay here for long. Only to sleep or change the outfit maybe.

She got near to the wardrobe in her room, where the majority of things, accumulated during the long travels, were stored. Took out two dresses, went to the guest-room with a billiards. Raul was civilly waiting for her there.

- What you think? Which one?

He raised up his head, looked from under the sunglasses for several seconds, examining, and answered in a casual tone:

- It’s really up to you, boss. - made a pause, then added, like a little confused: - But I like the pink one. Might look graceful.

- Great! Exactly the one I wanted to pick.

The ghoul just gave her a hesitant nod, wondering if she noticed that detail. Courier went back to her sleeping-room and returned after some minutes, informing: “Ready to go! The next stop is “Ultra-Luxe”, yee-haw!”

***

After a while they were in the street again. All they needed was just to reach the second line of the Strip and pass a hundred meters to the “Ultra-Luxe”. Lots of NCR soldiers were hanging around, goofing off, as long as they had a chance, and indulging in lust in the nearest private clubs. Nothing unexpectable. When they passed by a small group of drunk, barely balancing on their feet big guys, Six suddenly heard a hushed voice from behind her back, addressing his teammates. “Do they let ghouls on the Strip now? Perfect, let’s make it a spooky ghost-town.”

“Yeah. That’s why civilization will start floating away again. Our attempts are meaningless.”

Only just Courier wanted to turn around and shout out something to those sons of a b or event take out a gun and shoot beneath their feet, Raul caught her arm:

- Hey, hey, calm down, that’s okay. NCRs are many here, you know, even for a dashing rider like you, boss. Even with me backing you up. From behind the farthest stone.

- But we can’t simply swallow that shit, Raul!

He just spreaded his hands:

- Fine, then go shoot them and be killed by protectrones because of two drunk idiots. Very helpful, chief. I’ll stay all alone, without my beloved companion but with a protected pride. Thank’s.

Six stood still for some seconds and nodded after that.

- Fine. Whatever.

Then merely continued walking in the direction of the cazino. The ghoul hesitated for a bit. He understood that she was acting out of good intentions and she just wanted to protect her partner, as she was the one who had a right of speech here. And that made his heart melt and he was silently praising her for that, because nobody seemed to do anything like that for him in a while. But picking a fight with these dummies, who fill the streets of Strip like water fills the canyon, was not wise.

“Sorry for that, Niña. I really appreciate what you do. I just don’t want you to get in trouble because of me. You don’t notice, but there are often lots of sidelong looks and hardly heard whisperings along the way. I'm used to it and don’t want it to affect you.” - he tried to lighten things up.

The girl turned her head a bit just for him to see her glance softening.

- Let’s just reach the bar and relax.

***

An unexpected trouble struck them further - black line has not ended yet. Courier already picked her place at the bar desk in the distant hall and ordered a glass of whiskey, when a bartendress leaned over and said in a low tone:

“I’m sorry, but here, in “Ultra-Luxe”, we serve only the citizens and guests of the Strip. I’m able to bring a drink only for you, ma’m.”

That was the last drop of her patience. The girl slowly raised her head at the bartendress, ready to blow up, and responded:

- Are you fucking kidding me?

- That’s the rule. I don’t need problems. You can ask any guard or another worker.

She bowed her head and gave a fast hidden glance at her ghoul-companion. He was sitting there next to her and looking straight at his arms crossed on the desk, like he had nothing to do with it. But he, of course, heard every word. His eyes weren't moving, just a finger was slightly knocking the air, producing a rhythm he alone knew. Six couldn’t even imagine what her friend might feel at the moments like that. An anger came upon her.

“Are you all that scumbags here? Keep your drinks for acceptable ones. Ma’m.” - the girl said, getting up from her barstool and heading towards the exit.

Raul stood up without a word and, as he always did, followed Courier. He had mixed emotions. On the one hand he was glad they left that place and that Six is such a kind and loyal partner, but on the other hand he felt a little guilty for himself. After all, it was him who was the reason for such inhospitality in some kind of place. Even now she couldn’t get what she wished for so hard. Her idea of “winning big” in the kazino seemed to be falling apart, as together they won’t be even let to the gambling table. And she, obviously, won’t leave him in the street and have fun on her own, and an old ghoul didn’t want to be a ball and chain.

- Boss? Are you sure we need to leave? Maybe you’d better stay there? And I’d wait for you somewhere else or go back to “Lucky 38”. Fresh air won’t do any harm for my old lungs.

- What are you even talking about? You know, even the best drink worth nothing, if there’s no one to share it with.

- You have a heart of gold, chiff. - these words came fast, in an undertone, as if he was embarrassed, - Well, I saw a small sign in Freeside. I believe we’ve never been in that part of the city before.

- Hope it’s not an «Atomic Wrangler».

- Nope.

- Great! You lead. They passed the ruins, generously spread all over the suburbs, while every their step sounded louder thanks to trash, small pieces of brick and other rubbish. The sun was already going down and the heat was getting less intense.

Finally they reached a small inconspicuous wooden door. Only a little sign next to it represented that place as a bar.

As they entered, nothing changed. There was not much to be changed. There were no crowds of gamblers, no fancy casino machines and no shiny-polished bar desk. Bartender was a man in old ragged clothes, probably in his late fifties. He was slowly wiping cut glasses with a gray dusty piece of fabric full of holes.

When the companions stepped in the room he just looked up at them without raising up his head and got back to his plain, simple activity. There were not many customers besides the two of them. A woman was sleeping on the table in the far corner - her head rested on her arms while her shoulders were calmly going up and down. Another guest settled down at the edge of the bar desk.

“Fancy,” - giggled the girl.

“Ah, let’s get down. Ladies first.” - Raul just waved his hand.

Six made a few steps in the direction of the bar desk and sat down, Raul followed her.

“Barman! Two beers, please”. - she laid some bottle caps in front of him.

The barkeeper took them and then put two opened bottles onto the surface.

“Bon appetit.”

Courier took her bottle up and clinked it loudly with Rauls one. His soft non-blinking sight of half closed eyes was locked on hers, while he made a sip. His heart always went pop when it felt like there were just two of them in the world, though he never showed that.

Raul looked around and suddenly his eyes stopped on a guitar lurked behind the racks.

“Hey, can I…?”

The barman followed ghoul’s gaze and shrugged his shoulders: “This piece of wood? Be my guest.”

In the next second he was on his feet. The courier raised her eyebrows as she almost forgot if she saw him that agile. Raul approached the metal shelves, put aside some garbage and waste paper, then carefully extracted the instrument and blew away the dust.

Six and the bartender were watching him closely. The ghoul got back to his chair, sat down crossing his legs to position the guitar more comfortably. Then pulled the first string to check out the tuning. It was no surprise that it was out of tune, so the next minute Raul spent trying to fix the instrument.

When everything, as he thought, was ready, he played a couple of notes in fingerstyle to flex some life back into his fingers. After nearly 200 years the skill was obviously weakened.

“I didn’t know that you could play the guitar.” - said the girl.

“Sure you didn’t. I never told about that.” - he looked back at her with a little smirk, - “What was the point if there were no music instruments left anyway?”

He laid his right arm down on the body of the guitar, fingers on the cracked wooden surface, and took a deep breath.

At first Courier could hardly hear or see the slightest movement of ghoul's fingers on strings, but soon the sound became more clear. She was sitting there with a bottle in her hand, unable to look away from her companion.

The sound of slow mexican melody floated across the room, filling every corner of the room with itself. The windows were closed with wooden boards from the outside, so the sunlight was trickling down through narrow gaps between them. Warm light was leaving gold-yellow lines on the walls, tables and the bardesk where the Courier and Raul were sitting. She could even see the tiniest specks of dust freeze in the air. The ghouls face was half hidden by a shadow and the sunbeams were highlighting one of his eyes which now looked like a beautiful transparent crystal and his hands all covered with veins and partially with thin skin.

The whole space imbued with peace and calm, even the impenetrable bartender set his glass aside and leaned his head on the hand, listening to the sensual music.

They travelled together for a while now, but never before had Six seen him the way she did now. Something new was arising in her soul.

“Hey chief,” - Raul closed his eyes and slightly threw back his head grinning a little, fingers still dancing over the strings. - ”You’re the best friend and partner one could ever wish for, you know. Thank you for always being on my side.”

“Raul, I’ll never leave my partner in crime behind!” - she chuckled as she felt like something pinned her heart.

The ghoul continued playing the tune without opening his eyes. A grin turned into a soft smile and the feeling of joy span all over him for the first time in a while.

“I’m following you to the world’s end, boss.”

Also, here’s a link to this fanfic on my AO3 (gif is mine \ use credits if repost)

#fallout #fallout nv #fanfic #fallout new vegas #raul tejada #fanfiction #one shot #fallout x reader #fallout imagine #raul tejada x reader #my fanfiction #my edit #fallout nv fic

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onewfantaesy · 3 years

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Over the Fence AU (aka they’re all neighbor kids playing in a cul de sac)

They’d been playing kickball. It was simple, and fun, and every man for himself. It was the Choi twins (Minho and Kibum, both 7), the Lee brothers (Jinki and Taemin, 9 and 5), and the Kim brothers (Suho and Jongin, 8 and 5). Minho was beating all of them spectacularly, and Kibum was trying to force Taemin and Jongin into an alliance to somehow beat him.

Except it ended with Minho kicking the ball too hard and too high, and it went flying into a neighbor’s backyard. Which normally wouldn’t be an issue, except it wasn’t a neighbor like Mr. Yunho or Mr. Changmin or Miss Boa.

It was Mr. Shindong’s backyard it flew into, and Mr. Shindong scared the absolute crap out of all of them. He was big and loud and more than a little scary, and he always had friends over all the time who were just as loud and scary (except Mr. Leeteuk, who was nice to them whenever he visited).

“Well someone has to go get it!” Kibum says after seven minutes of them all bickering with each other.

“Minho should get it!” Suho says. “He’s the one who kicked it!”

“Jinki’s the one who pitched it!” Minho argues.

“I didn’t pitch it over the fence! You kicked it over the fence!” Jinki argues. “Besides, I’m oldest! You go get it because I said so!”

“Well it’s Jongin’s ball, it’s his responsibility!” Minho whines.

“Stop stop stop!” Kibum finally shrieks, holding his arms out. “Someone’s gotta go get it, and-that-someone-is-whoever-says-not-it-last NOT IT!”

“Not it!”

“Hey hey wait! No! Not it!” Taemin shrieks, panicking, bouncing up and down and whining loudly while tugging at Jinki’s shirt. “SHIT!”

“Don’t day shit!” Jinki scolds him, but then pushes on Taemin’s back. “Now go get the ball.”

“I don’t wanna,” Taemin whines.

“Go get it, or you forfeit,” Kibum warns.

“BUT I’M IN SECOND!” Taemin shrieks, stomping his feet.

“Then guess you better go get the ball,” Kibum says, pointing to Mr. Shindong’s back gate.

Taemin says several naughty words at all of them that Jinki threatens to tell their mom about, “And then she’ll wash your mouth out with soap!” if he doesn’t hurry and get the ball for them, and stomps off towards Mr. Shindong’s house. But the closer he gets, the more his attitude fizzles away into nerves, and he walks gingerly to the back gate, having to hop a couple times to unlatch it.

Mr. Shindong is inside the house, Taemin can see him walking around through the side window. It makes Taemin gasp, and he falls onto his knees so he can crawl further into the backyard. The ball shouldn’t be too hard to find. It’s bright blue, it should stand out easily. In and out, five minute adventure to get the ball back.

Once he crawls around the side of the house, he finds the backyard littered with plastic cups and paper plates swarming with flies. It makes him stick his tongue out, and he whines when a fly gets too close to his face, swatting it away. Mr. Shindong had his friends over last night. Taemin thinks their mommies should have taught them to clean up after themselves better.

He finally spots the ball a few feet ahead of him, and he crawls as quickly as possible to get to it. He’s about to turn around to go back, crawling with one arm while the other keeps the ball tucked to his chest, only to see a pair of feet in front of him. He freezes, moves his head to look up, and stares at the amused face of one of Mr. Shindong’s friends. He’s tall and has kinda-long hair and is smirking down at Taemin.

“Whatcha doin’ back here, kiddo?”

Taemin breathes in and out once, twice, three times, and then promptly lets out a terrified scream just as Mr. Shindong steps out through the back door. In his terrified frenzy to run out as fast as possible, he drops the bouncy ball and sprints back out into the cul de sac. Mr. Shindong and his friend are hot on his heels, Mr. Shindong shouting out Taemin’s name, Taemin still screaming, and Kibum shrieking, “EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF!” as they all bolt in different directions back to their own homes.

“ONEW DON’T LEAVE ME!” Taemin begs, running as fast as his little legs will take him.

“RUN FASTER TAEMIN!” Jinki shouts, looking panicked, but then hurries to scoop Taemin up and drag him back home, three houses down.

They’re both panting, hands on their knees, frazzled by the time they’re in the safety of Jinki’s bedroom. To help Taemin feel better, Jinki gets them both bags of goldfish and Capri-Suns to drink.

“You need to be stealthier,” Jinki tells him while they play with action figures in Jinki’s room.

“You go next time!” Taemin argues around the straw of his Capri-Sun.

“Say ‘not it’ faster next time!” Jinki argues back.

Later that afternoon, the doorbell rings, and Taemin grins when his mother calls him to see what’s at the door. That usually means she ordered a new toy for him, and last time it was a particularly fascinating picture book, so he was hoping for another one.

Except it’s Mr. Shindong standing at the door, bright blue bouncy ball in hand, and Taemin immediately gasps and hides behind his mother’s legs.

“Is this your ball that Mr. Shindong found in his backyard?” she asks, laughing, a hand moving to ruffle his hair.

“It’s Nini’s ball!” Taemin argues quickly.

“Well why don’t we take it for now since Mr. Shindong was nice enough to bring it over,” she says, a hint of a laugh in her voice, “and you can give it to Jongin tomorrow.”

She nudges Taemin out from behind her legs, and when Taemin is quick to take the ball and hide back behind her, she asks him, “And what do we say when people bring us something?”

“Thank you Mr. Shindong,” Taemin mutters quickly.

“You’re welcome,” he laughs, then kneels down to be more eye level with Taemin. “And next time a ball or a toy flies into my yard, you can always come get it. Even if it’s in the backyard. You won’t get in any trouble.”

Taemin just nods his head, still slightly terrified of Mr. Shindong. As soon as his mom lets him go, he bolts straight to Jinki’s bedroom to hide under his bed.

The next day, Taemin presents the ball to his friends like he’s found a lost treasure. None of them can believe he got it back, Kibum questions him endlessly, and Jinki backs up Taemin’s story that he bravely re-entered Mr. Shindong’s backyard to get it, making all of them look at Taemin in awe.

They play cops and robbers that afternoon, and Taemin is glad this game doesn’t involve any toys that can get launched into any neighbors’ yards.

#taemin #shinee #onew #key #minho #kai #Suho #over the fence au

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a-yellow-book · 3 years

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Three Meals a Day

In which Hwa-pyung and Yoon live out their happy ending, one meal at a time.

This is set in the aftermath of the drama, in a world where same-sex marriage is legal in South Korea and no one bats an eyelid at an ex-priest being married to his silly adorable husband. I know I'm rather late to this fandom, and just want to write a cute little story for my fav ship~

[read on ao3 instead]

“Daddy! Wake up!”

Hwa-pyung felt rather than hear Seo-jin’s wake-up call when her bony elbow poked his ribs as she wiggled her way under the blanket. “Ahh! Ahh!” He squeaked, “I sensed a little lost duckling!”

“Heheheh!” she squealed and wiggled further under the blanket, trying her hardest to climb over Hwa-pyung to get to Yoon. (She liked to burrow under the warmth of the blankets and in between her dads. It was the best spot!)

“Hmm, is that my Seo-jinnie?” Yoon yawned, petting the blanket for the Seo-jin-shape lump.

“Papa!” She giggled, finally managed to flop over Hwa-pyung and rolled next to Yoon. “I’m hungry!” (She tucked herself to his side, ravelling in the warmth and the familiar scent of his cotton shirt.)

“Yea?” Yoon said, pulling their four-year-old daughter into a bear hug. “Your daddy should get up and make us breakfast, hmm?”

Seo-jin’s enthusiastic “yea!” overrode Hwa-pyung’s grumples. “You two are so good at bullying me,” he said, sitting up and stretching.

“If you’re up for burnt rice for breakfast, then I will be happy to oblige,” Yoon teased.

“Pffff, I know you can cook, mister,” Hwa-pyung leaned over to give Yoon a quick kiss on the cheek. “Love you.”

“Love you too,” Yoon whispered back.

Between them, Seo-jin giggled and reached out to poke at Hwa-pyung’s nose, “Breakfast, daddy!!!” (She loved her dads so, so much!!!)

“Of course, your highness,” Hwa-pyung tried to do an over-the-top bow but got tangled in the blankets and ended up on his side instead, sending Seo-jin and Yoon into another giggle fest.

Finally, when he’d untangled himself from the cozy nest and away from the two adorable gremlins that were his husband and daughter, Hwa-pyung padded into the kitchen to get started on making that breakfast.

Once he got the rice cooker started and the stew bubbling away on the stove, Hwa-pyung put the coffee on. These days, he relied on the caffeine to kickstart the day instead of the ungodly amount of cigarettes he used to smoke.

In the background, Hwa-pyung could hear Seo-jin’s giggles and Yoon’s gentle voice trying to coach her to brush her teeth the right way. It was the morning routine for the Yoon-Choi household: Hwa-pyung would make breakfast and Yoon would help Seo-jin with her morning hygiene. According to Yoon, Hwa-pyung was too lenient with his teeth-brushing instructions. But if you ask Seo-jin, she would say it was because he had a “disappointing” fashion sense and couldn’t help her pick out her outfit for the day. Hwa-pyung had no idea how Yoon beat him in this arena considering he was a priest for a good part of his life, wearing nothing but black shirts and slacks. He knew that Yoon’s culinary skills were barely passable at best, and inedible at worst. So better not to waste food. The one thing that Yoon was clearly superior to Hwa-pyung was his masterful hair braiding skill and Hwa-pyung swore that Yoon won a lot of points in Seo-jin’s eyes for that alone.

For all the grumples over house chores and the right way to brush one’s teeth, Hwa-pyung couldn’t help but send a silent thanks to his ancestors and all other higher powers out there for allowing him to have this. When he set out to hunt down Park Il-do, he didn’t expect to have come out alive, let alone building a future with a husband (!) and a child (!!).

“Yummm!” Seo-jin said as she ran into the kitchen, breaking Hwa-pyung out of his reverie. Her teeth were freshly brushed and hair neatly tied up into two little braids. She was rocking her favorite pair of jeans overalls and a Pororo shirt.

“Ohhhhh, look at my beautiful little duckling!” Hwa-pyung cooed as he helped Seo-jin settle in her chair.

“Daddy, daddy!” She said, waving her hands in the air, “We’re going to visit the babies today!”

“Yea? Are you excited?” Hwa-pyung asked as he set the table.

“Yes!!!!!!!!”

“Are you going to read to them from your storybooks?”

“Yea! Papa said I can show them my favorites!”

“Papa also said you can bring one of your favorites,” Yoon clarified as he walked into the kitchen.

“Okay!” Seo-jin nodded, eyes sparkling with mischief. (She wasn’t going to bring one. She was going to bring three!!! Daddy helped her pack them up in her backpack last night!)

The aforementioned babies (three little ones, all were just a few months old) were abandoned at the hospital in the neighboring town and brought over to the orphanage where Yoon worked. He was hopeful that they would find loving families to adopt the babies soon. In the meantime, he’d been bringing Seo-jin to the orphanage on the weekend to keep them company.

Hwa-pyung nodded along but didn’t reveal Seo-jin’s secret. He placed a cup of orange juice and a small Pororo-adorned bowl of rice in front of her and gave her a little kiss on her forehead. “Do you want some strawberries too?”

“Yes please!” She gave him a big thumbs up before taking a sip from her juice.

“I’m going to drop off some things for haraboji before heading over to the market,” Hwa-pyung said, setting the two bowls of rice on the table for him and Yoon.

Yoon nodded, grabbing the steaming pot of stew off the stove. “Oh, this smells so good.”

“Thanks, babe,” Hwa-pyung grinned toothily.

“What are you going to bring to haraboji?” Yoon asked, sitting down and getting ready to dig in.

“He needs more rice and a few new shirts,” Hwa-pyung said. “We gotta make more kimchi soon to bring him some.”

“Oh!!! I wanna make kimchi too!” Seo-jin piped up, spitting a few stray pieces of rice everywhere.

“Aish, finish chewing before you speak,” Yoon said, wiping the two grains of rice stuck on her chin.

“Can I help, pleaseeee?” She continued asking.

Remembering the Kimchi Incident of last summer, Hwa-pyung hesitated.

“You can help, if you promise your daddy and I that you will follow our instructions,” Yoon said, forever the diplomat.

“Yes!!!!!” Seo-jin nodded enthusiastically, spraying more rice on her side of the table, making both Yoon and Hwa-pyung laugh. It was always hard to say no to their little baby.

+ +

Pulling the car into the Rainbow Orphange’s parking lot, Hwa-pyung pulled out his phone to send Yoon a quick text. Here!

Meet us in the garden? Yoon replied.

Sure! Hwa-pyung grabbed the lunch box and headed around the back of the building. It was a beautiful day, and the crisp ocean breeze was so soothing. Pushing the creaky little wooden gate that led to the garden, he was greeted with Seo-jin’s excited squeal. “Daddy!!!”

“Hi, baby!” He crouched down to give her a big hug.

Yoon slowly walked over to them, smiling fondly. “How’s haraboji?”

“Oh, you know, same same.” It had been rough, seeing his grandfather’s memory and health continued to deteriorate.

“We should visit him next weekend,” Yoon suggested, giving his husband a gentle, reassuring look.

“Yea, yea, let’s,” Hwa-pyung agreed, letting out a deep sigh. It would be better for Seo-jin to spend as much time with her great-grandfather as possible.

“Ohhh!!!!!!!!! We’re going to see jeungjobo????” Seo-jin looked up at her dads, grinning. (She loved her jeungjobo! Even though he didn’t talk a lot, he always gave her sweets and showed her all the best flowers he picked.)

“Yup! He misses you a lot, little duckling,” Hwa-pyung nodded, booping her nose and making her wiggled it around like a little puppy.

“Yay!!!!!!!!!”

“Ok, well, who’s hungry?”

“Me!!!!!” Seo-jin exclaimed.

“Ha! I knew it! You’re a little hungry duckling, aren’t you?” Hwa-pyung teased, tickling her.

Grabbing the bag hanging off Hwa-pyung’s shoulder, Yoon gestured towards the picnic bench, “Let’s go sit over there.”

Hwa-pyung picked Seo-jin up, tickled her a few more times for good measure, before following behind Yoon. “I brought Mrs. Oh’s famous kimbaps. She told me to feed you two more since you’re both just, and I quote ‘skins and bones’.”

“Next time I stop by the market, I’ll make sure to tell her we’re barely holding on because of your abysmal cooking skills so she will continue to feed us,” Yoon said with a straight face.

“OH! I am so hurt!” Turning to Seo-jin, who was reaching over the table for a piece of kimbap and completely ignoring her dads, Hwa-pyung asked, “Seo-jinnie, do you like my cooking?”

“Uh uh,” she nodded distractedly.

“See!! Seo-jinnie loves me more than my own husband! Oh the tragedy!”

[to be continued]

#ocn the guest #kdrama fanfic #my writings #fluff #choi yoon #yoon hwa-pyung #where they married and have a kid

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honestlyimstilllivinginthe90s · 4 years

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Golden |Drew Soulmate AU| Two|

A/n lowkey ngl im like really proud of this chapter. i really hope y’all like it. also idk if i wanna write a smutty chapter for the next part. i’d love to hear your opinion on if i should or not because ive never written smut before so itd probably be trash so...... whatcha think?

Warning: Swearing, kinda fast paced (wish it was slow burn but i dont have the attention span for that), mentions of vomit (at the end)

Word Count: Approx 1.9 k

APRIL 22ND 2020 12:32PM

“I’m going to shit myself.” Y/n said, moving the same strand of hair out of her face.

“Well that’s a really cute dress, you better fucking not.” Naya tutted from her position leaning against her bedroom wall.

“Okay. I’ve got this, right?”

“Yes! Now go get yo man! He’s still outside waiting for you.”

Y/n smiled at her reflection and let Naya drag her out into the hall. Naya walked over to the door and looked out the peephole.

“You didn’t tell me that he was that hot.”

Y/n pushed her out of the way to look through the peephole. Drew was leaning against a street pole and damn did he look good.

“Go get him girly.”

Y/n opened the door, Drew standing up straight at the sound of the door being opened. Drew’s heart stopped. She looked gorgeous and damn red was definitely her colour.

“Wow, you look, wow, you’re gorgeous.” Drew smiled as Y/n did a little twirl in response.

Y/n giggled and linked her arm through his. They walked down the street together to a small coffee shop that Drew said sold “chocolate chip cookies so good you’ll never be able to eat another cookie again”.

“The outside of your apartment looks nice.” Drew teased as they rounded the corner together.

Y/n blushed, sputtering out an apology. Naya hated having guests in their apartment even if it was for a few minutes.

“You’re cute when you blush.” Drew smiled down at Y/n, his hair flopping down against his forehead.

“You’re cute.” Y/n stated, spinning around so she was facing him while she walked backwards in front of Drew.

Drew reached out and took Y/n’s hands in his to make sure she wouldn’t fall over. Y/n’s skin tingled as their fingers interlocked. Damn, she could get used to this.

“Am I now?” Drew chewed on his lower lip as a rosy blush grew across his cheekbones. Drew chewing on his bottom lip when he got complimented made Y/n wanna compliment him for the rest of eternity.

“I suppose.” Y/n shrugged.

Drew gently tugged Y/n’s hands in protest, laughing along with her.

"How long have you been living in LA?" Drew asked, still holding Y/n’s hand.

"About a year or so. Naya, my roommate, we went to high school together and we were best friends. She wants to sing and well her dream brought us here."

"What about you?" Drew asked, tilting his head to look at her.

"What about me?"

"You told me why Naya's here, why are you here?"

"I wanna write. Or paint. I don't really know. Naya knew what she wanted, I'm just along for the ride." She shook her head in embarrassment. "What are you doing here?"

Drew smiled. "I'm an actor. I moved here from North Carolina to find my big break." Drew chuckled.

“Have you found it yet?” Y/n looked up at him as Drew stopped outside the coffee shop. It was a small building on the corner of the street, with window boxes filled with artificial blue carnations.

“I don’t know.” Drew smiled a sad smile before reaching forward and opening the door to the coffee shop, the smell of freshly baked cookies hitting Y/n instantly. Although the place was small, the inside felt bigger than it actually was. There were an elderly couple sitting in the corner beside the door and a young woman sat in the far corner working on a laptop with a forgotten cup of coffee beside her.

“This place is beautiful.” Y/n sighed in pleasure, Drew grinning as he took her hand and pulled her over to a table in the left hand corner beside a small window. Drew pulled out Y/n’s chair for her, she laughed.

“And who said chivalry is dead?” Drew sat down across from her, trying to focus so much on how beautiful she looked when she laughed.

“It’s easy to be chivalrous when it comes to you.” Drew shrugged, looking down at the table trying to ignore the rising blush on his cheeks. He had never felt like this about anyone before, they barely knew each other but already he craved to be closer to her. He needed to know everything about her, he needed to touch every inch of her skin, he needed her like an alcoholic needed a shot of whiskey. And with every passing second it just got worse. He was addicted. And so was she.

APRIL 22ND 2020 2:56PM

They walked out of the café, giggling and talking about everything and nothing at all. All they knew was that this date couldn’t end, not yet anyway.

“Wanna go to the beach? My car is parked around the corner.” Drew asked standing in front of Y/n, basking in her presence, their fingers still interlocked.

Y/n couldn't agree fast enough. Drew’s car was parked just a few feet down the street from the coffee shop, “I might have gone in before our date to ask them to save that table for us.”

Y/n climbed into the passenger seat and Drew drove them to the beach. Y/n reached over intertwining her pinky finger in his as he drove.

She stared out the window, hypnotised by the passing trees. Drew sneaked glances at her, hypnotised by Y/n.

From the Dining Table softly played in the background of their moment. Y/n basking in the presence of her soulmate, Drew basking in the presence of a girl he wished to know. So far from each other despite their interlocked pinky fingers all because of a bond meant to bring them together.

APRIL 22ND 2020 5:57PM

“You’re so golden.” Y/n muttered at Drew as she ran her fingers through his hair. They lay beside each other on an old ratty blanket Drew found in the trunk of his car. Drew’s hands were placed firmly on her waist, rubbing small circles on her still slightly damp skin from when he chased her along the shore.

Drew stared longingly at her lips, trying to tear his gaze away. He was not one to kiss on the first date and the last thing he wanted was to scare her off.

“Am I now?” Drew teased, tugging on his bottom lip with his teeth.

Without thinking Y/n reached out and removed his lip from between his teeth. Him chewing his bottom lip did unholy things to her.

Drew swallowed as Y/n kept her thumb on his lip, carefully rubbing it before moving her hand to rest on his jaw.

Drew’s voice was hoarse, sending shivers down her spine as he said, “I really fucking want to kiss you right now.”

Y/n licked her lips, as Drew’s hand made their way to rest on her hips. “Please,” she whispered, taking in shallow breaths, “kiss me.”

Drew pulled her into him as he pressed his lips to hers, her hands instantly found their place in his hair. The kiss was slow and soft, all movements gentle and cautious despite the hunger in both of their chests.

Drew slowly pulled away, resting his forehead against Y/n’s as the both tried to collect their breaths. It was pointless as the more they tried to catch their breath, all they could smell was each other and before they knew it their lips were crashing back together.

This was needier but slow and sensual. Drew lay on his back, pulling Y/n on top of him to straddle his waist.

One of her hands was under his chin, ensuring that his lips never left hers. Drew’s hands were on the small of her back until one slowly crept up to her hair and the other under her jacket, pressing her even closer to his chest.

Drew slowly pulled away, taking Y/n’s bottom lip in between his teeth, drawing a moan from her as she devoured his lips again.

The connection between them, their soulmate connection, tugged at Y/n until they separated, Drew held her close to his chest. As he told her a story about his time in college, Y/n couldn’t ignore the fear that he’d never realise they were soulmates. Remembering the address that Naya wrote in her phone, Y/n swallowed her fear and enjoyed this moment with Drew.

APRIL 25TH 2020 1:28PM

“Mrs Lopez, I’m Y/n L/n, I’m Naya’s best friend. I need your help.” Y/n stood on the steps outside of a two storey house with vines growing on the walls and an arch of flowers over the front gate.

An elderly woman of average height opened the door, she had dark skin which was wrinkled with age although she held a youthful aura about her.

“Of course, soulmate problems eh? Come on in Chiquita.”

Y/n walked into her house, silently wondering how she knew that she had soulmate problems. Mrs Lopez led her into a small room at the front of the house that smelt of incense. Mrs Lopez gestured to Y/n to sit down at a small table as she took a seat across from her.

“What’s wrong, honey?”

“I, well I, I think I found my soulmate.” Y/n stuttered, she felt foolish but she was desperate.

“Bonita that’s wonderful. What’s worrying you?” Mrs Lopez reached over and took Y/n hands in hers.

“He doesn’t know. He has no clue we’re soulmates and it’s killing me.” Y/n groaned, the pain in her chest returning.

“Oh you poor thing. That is unusual.” Mrs Lopez clicked her tongue, she released Y/n’s hands and poured her cup of hot chamomile tea.

“Are you sure that he’s yours? Sometimes emotions can cloud our spiritual judgements.”

“Yes. I know. He’s just, I know Mrs Lopez.” Mrs Lopez smiled a sad smile when her nose scrunched up suddenly.

“What age is he? When’s his birthday?”

“Em, November fourth, I believe. He’ll be turning 27.”

“Oh Amor.” Mrs Lopez shook her head as she stood up and started rummaging in her drawers.

“What? What’s wrong?” Y/n sat up, watching as Mrs Lopez walked around the room with surprising grace for her age.

Mrs Lopez didn’t respond as she walked back over to Y/n, a small bottle in her hand.

“We have the same soulmate through every lifetime. We may have different bodies, but the soul remembers. Something must have happened to him in his past life that is blocking him from remembering you in this life. You need to get him to remember what happened.” Mrs Lopez handed Y/n the bottle, “A few drops of this in a drink or in food until the memory returns should do the trick. It should take about three months to work. It’s just a herbal remedy, so it’s perfectly safe.”

Y/n held the bottle in her hands, she could solve this.

“Sometimes, the universe is wrong. Make sure you actually want this, you have the choice to choose if you want him to remember you. Some people don’t get that luxury.” Mrs Lopez sounded like she spoke from experience.

“But what did you need to know his birthday for?” Y/n watched as Mrs Lopez’s face fell in melancholy.

“Have you ever heard of the 27 club?”

“You mean the conspiracy about a bunch of celebrities dying at 27?” Y/n chuckled in confusion.

“There’s a reason. Soulmates are precious and rare so you only have so long to form the bond with them.” Y/n felt sick, “You have until their 27th birthday. But sometimes we run out of time and sometimes people can’t handle it.”

“Why? What happens if I can’t get Drew to remember me before his 27th birthday?”

“Amor,”

“Please. Mrs Lopez tell me.”

“You’ll forget. Both of you will forget that you ever met each other and every memory you have together, will leave you. You’ll only be left with a feeling that something is missing.”

Now Y/n was going to be sick.

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helloalycia · 4 years

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kiss me again // rory gilmore

summary: you're new to Stars Hollow and find yourself making friends with your new neighbours, the Gilmores. You certainly didn't expect to develop a crush on your new friend.

warning/s: none, just fluff tbh

author's note: i've got a handful of rory gilmore imagines written from like a year or 2 ago? wanna post them eventually so they're out of my drafts lol

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"Thank you, Mr. Danes, this means a lot." I smiled appreciatively at the older man.

"Luke," he said, offering a small, almost-forced smile. He seemed very serious, but nice nonetheless. "You can call me Luke."

"Luke." I nodded and stood up from my seat at the counter. "When would you like me to start?"

He wiped down the counter as he said, "Tomorrow after school good for you?"

I grinned eagerly, excited to start working at Luke's diner. "Tomorrow after school is perfect. I guess I'll see you then."

He merely nodded and I took that as his confirmation before leaving. Getting a job was something I'd been meaning to do since moving here last week.

My parents and I had moved to Stars Hollow and I was still getting to know the place, but Luke's seemed like a friendly enough place to work. I'd only worked once, and that was at my local coffee shop back home in Chicago, so that experience must have made Luke consider me. I preferred being self-sufficient, and my parents definitely didn't mind, so a job was what I was after. And now I had it!

Settling in here wasn't too bad. The town was definitely different to my old one – everyone was too friendly here. Not that that was an issue, but it did feel strange.

I was riding my bike through town, smiling as I saw the mayor – Taylor something or the other? – in a small debacle with some woman. She seemed amused as he threw a mini tantrum. I didn't know too many people just yet, but some people at school had told me about Taylor. He was a character, alright.

I left my bike by the gates to our new house and headed inside, calling out for my parents.

"Mum?! Dad?! You home?!"

A moment of silence, before: "In the kitchen!"

I headed to the kitchen, past the moving-in boxes full of our stuff, and saw my mum sat at the kitchen table, hunched over some papers. She smiled as she saw me walk in.

"How was Luke's, honey?" she asked as I leaned down to give her a kiss.

I smiled as I remembered the good news. "I start tomorrow! Awesome, right?"

"Aw, sweetie, that's amazing! I'm happy for you. Your dad's at work, but I'm sure he'll love to get a call from you."

I nodded. "Thanks, mum."

The next day rolled around pretty quickly. School wasn't very exciting, but I was settling in well which was a good sign, I guess. After school though, I headed straight to Luke's with a bounce in my step. First day jitters took over a little.

"Y/N, hey!" Luke greeted when I walked in.

It wasn't very busy in here, since the lunch rush had ended, so Luke was filling up the salt and pepper shakers at the counter.

"Hey, I hope I'm on time," I said nervously, offering a small smile. "I was running a little late."

He waved his hand dismissively. "You're all good. You can leave your bag in the back, Caesar will show you where, and then I'll get you started on the basics. Serving coffee."

I chuckled. "Awesome."

I rounded the counter and headed into the back (Luke had given me the tour yesterday), where Caesar showed me where to put my bag, and also gave me an apron. Was it nerdy of me to get excited over the apron? Because I was.

When I returned to the front, Luke pointed to the coffee maker.

"You like coffee, Y/N?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

I pursed my lips into a sheepish smile. "Will I get fired if I say no?"

He shrugged and handed me the pot as it finished brewing. "I'm not bothered as long as you can serve it without spilling it."

I accepted the pot and nodded confidently. "That I can do."

He nodded and got back to the salt and pepper shakers. "Okay, well, just refill anyone who asks. If anyone orders food, write it down and give it to Caesar. Deliver the food and that's really it. Pretty simple, so don't worry about screwing up or anything."

I nodded. "Gotcha."

"Can I get some coffee over here, please?" a customer called out, to which I perked up at.

"And that's my cue," I joked as I went to the customer.

Luke suppressed a smile and we both resumed with our jobs. This went on for about twenty minutes and I managed not to break, spill or drop anything. I wasn't exactly clumsy, but sometimes nerves got to me. Unsurprisingly enough, this was a pretty easy job, so it was going well so far. Then again, it had only been twenty minutes.

The bell rang signalling someone had entered, but I had my back to it as I collected some food from Caesar.

"Luke! If there isn't coffee cup waiting for me, I will most definitely melt into a puddle of stress!"

As I delivered food to this strange yet polite guy, Kirk, I caught a glimpse of the loud customer who had entered. A young woman and possibly her younger sister were seated at the counter. Luke didn't seem bothered by their cheerful, noisy presence (which he usually was with others), so I presumed they knew each other well.

"Lorelai, in case you didn't notice, the diner was pretty quiet until you walked in," Luke said knowingly, though he was filling a cup for the woman anyway.

"Yeah, mom, why can't you be more like me? Quiet yet adorable," the younger girl wearing a school uniform said with an adorable smile.

The woman – Lorelai, who I recognised as the woman laughing at Taylor yesterday in town – was smirking at her daughter (how was she a mother when she looked so young?!) as Luke rolled his eyes and gave her a cup of coffee.

"Luke?! The oven is doing something weird!" I heard Caesar shout from the back.

"Uh oh, that doesn't sound good," Lorelai said teasingly.

"Can I get a coffee over here?" a customer called from the other side of the diner.

"Luke!"

"You might wanna check that out, Luke," the younger girl said with a laugh. "And a cup of coffee would be great."

"Yeah, I know," Luke said, growing irritated with Caesar's yelling. He looked around before saying to me, "Can you brew another pot of coffee whilst I see what Caesar's shouting about?"

I smiled and nodded. "You got it, boss."

As Luke headed to the back, I went behind the counter to make some more coffee.

"Luke hired someone new?"

I turned around as I heard Lorelai mention me. She smiled brightly my way.

"Uh, hi, I'm Y/N Y/L/N," I introduced with a nervous smile. "I just started, like, twenty or so minutes ago?"

Lorelai seemed impressed as she looked at my apron. "And not a coffee stain in sight. I'm impressed."

I chuckled. "Yeah, I guess so. Though I can't guarantee the apron will make it by the end of my shift."

Lorelai laughed before saying, "I haven't seen you around town before. Are you new?"

"Yeah, my family and I moved to Stars Hollow last week."

Lorelai nodded as she took a sip of her coffee, before widening her eyes and saying, "You're beeping delivery driver people!"

I smiled with confusion and quirked an eyebrow. "Erm, sorry?"

Lorelai nudged her daughter, who was staring at me with her bright blue eyes. "Remember? Beeping delivery driver people?"

The daughter, who zoned back into reality and looked to her mum, nodded slowly. "Yeah, yeah."

"I'm really not getting this." I laughed nervously as I checked the coffee pot. Almost done.

Lorelai sat up straight and smiled. "You moved in down the street from us. Your delivery driver was beeping really loudly for some reason, hence beeping delivery driver people."

I snickered. "Ah, that makes sense now."

"I'm Lorelai Gilmore," she finally introduced with a grin. "And this oddly silent clone is my daughter, Rory."

I grabbed the pot of coffee and said, "Oh, well, nice to meet some neighbours. I'm Y/N, as you know." I stopped in front of the daughter, Rory, and said, "Did you want some coffee?"

Rory looked at me, seeming a little speechless. I felt nervous under her intense gaze, wondering if I had food on my face or something, but waited patiently.

"Rory, sweetie, anything alive in there?" Lorelai joked, shaking her daughter's arm.

Rory cleared her throat and smiled awkwardly. I could no longer meet her eyes because they were too intense and I felt like she was judging me for some reason.

"Sorry, uh, yeah, coffee. Coffee would be great," she finally spoke.

I chuckled a little and grabbed a cup from underneath the counter. After filling it up, I said, "If you guys need anything, just let me know."

I went back to filling up other people's coffees and dishing out food, all whilst paying a little attention to the Gilmore girls who were tucked into unreciprocated banter with Luke. I also stole a few glances at Rory – she was strange, quiet, but intriguing. Also, I was sure I felt her looking my way at times.

"Y/N, you free?" I heard my name and turned around to see Lorelai waving me over.

I headed over, setting the dirty plates at Caesar's, before standing behind the counter. "What's up?"

Lorelai smiled mischievously. "Rory and I were wondering if you wanted to come over for dinner. Well, you and your parents. You know, a little neighbourly welcoming into town."

Rory almost choked on her coffee before spluttering out, "We were?"

Lorelai ignored her. "So? What d'you say?"

I shrugged. "I guess so. But like, you don't have to. I don't want us to be a bother."

Lorelai waved her hand dismissively. "Pfft, nonsense. As long as you're okay with chinese takeout."

"Hmm, I'm not sure about chinese," I joked.

"I can settle for Italian, but that's my final offer," she played along.

I laughed. "Italian sounds great."

"Great! We'll see you, say... tomorrow evening? Our house is the one with the mailbox that says Gilmore."

I nodded. "Thanks. We'll see you then."

Lorelai smiled before standing up with her daughter. She left some cash on the counter, including a tip, before waving goodbye. I waved in return, even to Rory who seemed awkward and shy.

After my shift, I told my parents about Lorelai and Rory and the dinner invitation, and they seemed up to it, so that's where I found myself the next day at dinner.

"Please don't embarrass me," I begged a final time as we approached the door.

"What do you honestly think we're going to say?" my dad asked with a chuckle. "That you didn't sleep in your own bed until you were 7?"

"Or that you wore the same Mickey Mouse shirt every day for 2 weeks in third grade?" my mum added.

"Or that you arrange your bookshelf by favourite protagonist?"

"Or that–"

"Okay, I get it!" I cut my mother off before she could finish. "Geez, next time I won't say anything."

My parents both pulled me in for a side hug as I grumbled to myself. I really hoped they wouldn't embarrass me in front of these new people. It was a small town and I was sure word would spread if I did something stupid.

After what felt like forever, the front door finally opened to reveal Rory in a lovely dress and cheery smile.

"Hello! Please, come in," she said politely, stepping to the side. "I'm Rory Gilmore."

My parents walked in, earning a smile from the younger Gilmore, and I followed behind, only to meet her eyes and receive a nervous smile.

"Ah, Rory, yes," my mum said kindly. "Y/N mentioned you. I'm Y/M/N, Y/N's mum and this is my husband, Y/D/N."

"Lovely to meet you, Rory," my dad said.

Rory blushed a little before saying, "You guys can take off your coats and I'll hang them up for you. You can go straight into the kitchen and my mom should be there with the food."

"Thank you, dear," my mum said as she handed her coat over. My dad and I did the same before we all went to the kitchen.

"Hey, Lorelai," I said as I walked in. She was setting the food out on the table when she saw me.

"Y/N, hey," she said, smiling my way, before her eyes drifted to my parents. "And these must be the parents! Hello! I'm Lorelai Gilmore, mother of Rory."

Everyone got acquainted and we all took a seat in the kitchen to indulge in some good old pizza.

"I hope this is okay," Lorelai said as we all tucked in. "I'm not exactly the best cook, so I figured you can't go wrong with takeout."

"Not the best is an understatement," Rory added. "It's either pizza or death by food poisoning."

Lorelai shoved her daughter playfully as we all laughed.

"This is fine, Lorelai," my mum said with an amused smile. "Pizza is a go-to in our house too, what with Y/D/N and I working a lot and Y/N insisting we eat pizza all the time."

"Hey, pizza is beautiful and you've never complained before," I defended, earning chuckles all around.

"What is it you both do, if you don't mind me asking?" Lorelai asked, and cue the boring job discussion.

My parents were realtors which meant we moved around a little, and it was cool, after you hadn't heard it a million times over. I was more interested in Lorelai's answer. She worked at an inn just outside Stars Hollow which was interesting. Her bubbly persona was totally understandable now.

"So, Y/N, how are you settling in at school?" Lorelai asked, and it took me a moment to realise she was talking to me.

"Hm? Oh, school."

She suppressed a laugh. "Bored you already? That can't be good."

I felt my cheeks heat up with embarrassment. "No, gosh, no, sorry. I just got a little lost in my thoughts... School is good. It's just school, isn't it?"

My dad rolled his eyes. "She's modest. She's brainy this one. Already enrolled in the debate team, started up as a librarian and staying back at lunches to help her English teacher. She loves school."

"Remember that thing I said outside before we walked in?" I said to my dad with a sarcastic smile. "This is it. This is what you're doing."

Lorelai laughed. "Hold on, hold on, let me guess. You guys got the 'don't embarrass me' talk, too?"

"Nailed it," my mum answered.

I sat there smiling with embarrassment as they laughed at mine, and now Rory's, dismay.

"So, Rory, you go to Chilton? You mentioned earlier on," my dad switched the attention from me, thank god.

"Uh, yeah, just started actually," she replied with a nervous smile.

"Well I hope everything is working out for you," my mum told her. "You must be very intelligent."

Rory seemed embarrassed as she nodded in response. Her cheeks were a bright red in contrast to her blue eyes.

The parents mostly made conversation as Rory and I stayed silent and listened, chiming in every now and then.

Eventually they seemed to notice though, as Lorelai said, "Why don't you guys head into Rory's room? Rory, honey, you can show her your books or something."

"Uhh..."

"You don't need to do that," I assured her, noticing her awkwardness.

"She's fine," Lorelai said, nudging her. "Go on."

"Go on, Y/N," my dad urged, doing the same.

Rory and I, practically forced to mingle, stood up and I followed her to her room, which was connected to the kitchen. I could hear my parents and Lorelai making their way to the living-room, probably with wine, and so I knew we wouldn't be leaving for another half hour or so.

Rory closed the door behind us and motioned to the room. "This is it, really."

I looked around at her spacious room. It was very clean and seemed very organised, which made sense because that was just the vibe Rory gave off.

"It's cute," I complimented with a smile, hoping to ease the awkwardness. "Clean. Organised."

She merely smiled, her cheeks still a little red from embarrassment.

I stepped in a little more and noticed her bookshelf. "D'you mind if I take a look?"

"Feel free," she said before taking a seat on her bed.

I browsed her bookshelf and immediately noticed it wasn't organised alphabetically. Nerdy, yes, but I was curious.

"Is there a reason for the way you've ordered your books or...?" I asked, hoping I didn't sound like a loser.

She chuckled. "Oh, god, okay... I'm not crazy, honest. But yeah, they're currently organised by the publishing date."

I chuckled and looked to her oldest book, pulling it out. I didn't recognise it, but I opened it and saw it was published in 1956.

"Wow, old," I said, putting it back how I found it. I turned around and hoped I didn't offend her by laughing. "I organised mine by favourite protagonist, so you're definitely not crazy."

The first real smile I'd ever seen from the girl appeared on her lips and I'd be lying if I said it didn't weirdly make my stomach do somersaults.

"You can sit on my bed, I won't bite," she said, feeling a little more comfortable with me.

I pressed my lips into a smile and took a seat beside her. "So, care to share what the deal with the mayor is around here?"

She laughed and her eyes sparkled when she did. "Oh, boy, you're gonna need some popcorn and a recliner for this one."

–

After that evening spent at the Gilmores, it made settling in a little bit easier. Of course Rory wasn't in my school, but I'd always see her at Luke's right after, since she'd stop by when the Chilton bus dropped her off. I obviously worked there, so that was kind of our way of seeing each other and developing a friendship.

Plus her and Lorelai lived on our street so we'd see them around a lot, especially in town. I got to meet a few other townspeople too, thanks to Rory, who offered to give me a tour. She even introduced me to her best friend who goes to my school, Lane.

At first, Rory seemed shy around me, but I think it was just because she didn't know me very well. Now she seemed alright which was cool because she was pretty awesome. And she gave me this funny feeling when I was with her – I didn't know what it was, but it felt nice.

"Are you alive over there? Hellooooo?"

I zoned back into reality as Rory waved her hand in front of my face to grab my attention. I immediately noticed her laughing at my dismay, that funny feeling becoming present again.

"Yeah, sorry, I'm just a little tired," I explained. "I stayed up trying to finish some science homework last night only to realise it was Friday night and I had all weekend to complete it."

Rory laughed once again, her eyes widening with amusement. "Why are you like this?"

I shook my head. "I honestly don't know."

"You know what you need?"

"Don't say it," I said, smiling at her cocky smirk.

"Coffee." She looked to the counter. "Luke! Please can we get another round?"

I sighed as Luke came round to refill our cups. "I've never met someone this obsessed with coffee, you know that?"

"It's a gift," she winked playfully, before taking a sip of her coffee and completely unaware of what her wink did to me.

My gaze flickered down to my cup, which was filled with some freshly brewed coffee.

"You know, I'm so sure you didn't like coffee," Luke commented once he filled our cups.

I nodded, ignoring the glare Rory was giving me from across the table. Instead, I looked up to Luke and said, "I'm not a fan of it. The only time you'll probably catch me drinking it is when I'm, well, with Rory and she's forcing me to."

"Hey, I'm not holding a gun to your head, am I?" she asked with disbelief.

I smiled with amusement.

"I can bring you some tea if you want," Luke suggested monotonously.

"Don't you dare," Rory threatened jokingly.

"Tea would be great," I muttered to Luke, who nodded and went to fetch me a tea.

Rory seemed fed up. "What can a girl do? Being betrayed is not how I saw our lunch beginning."

I chuckled at her adorable facial expression. "You're being dramatic."

"Can Lane take any longer to arrive? I don't wanna lose my appetite when the back-stabbing begins," she continued over exaggerating.

"Rory!" I laughed at her exaggeration. "Quit it."

She gave me a 'what can I do?' look, making me roll my eyes. Luke returned with my tea and removed my coffee, which only made Rory sigh extra loudly.

"Lane's arrival would be good right now," I agreed teasingly.

Just on time, the door to Luke's rang and in walked Lane, who joined our table in an instant.

"Sorry I'm late, you know how my mom can be," she apologised, before looking between us both. "What did I miss?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but Rory beat me to it.

"Not much," she nodded, "Y/N here was just planning to bury me alive."

"I'm not even going to bother," I gave up before sipping my tea. I glared at Rory playfully adding, "Mmm, lovely."

Lane snickered. "Gosh, you're both so childish."

"She started it," Rory retorted, pointing her finger at me, making me smack it away lightly. She continued nonetheless. "Leading me on in this fake friendship, pretending she liked coffee when she's a tea drinker!" She said it with such feigned hostility that I couldn't help but laugh.

"I thought she knew," Lane said to me. "It was literally one of the first things you said to me when we met at Luke's."

I shrugged. "Yeah, well, you're not madly obsessed with it, so it was kinda easy to tell you. Rory on the other hand..." I gave her a knowing look, to which she pursed her lips at.

"You could have told me still," she continued, shrugging indifferently. "I wouldn't have judged."

"Like you are now," Lane added with a laugh.

I suppressed a smile as I said, "When we first met, Rory, you were the epitome of awkward and shy. I thought you didn't like me. So you totally led me on with false impression. But you don't see me complaining, do you?"

"What? That doesn't sound like Rory," Lane said with a knowing look.

Rory began to blush behind her cup of coffee as I glanced her way.

"No, that was definitely Rory," I said, sure of myself. "She just sat there, at the counter, not saying a word. I half expected her to insult me with the odd stare she was giving me."

"Really?!" Lane was in disbelief before looking to Rory. "That's so unlike you!"

Rory tried to wave her hand dismissively. "It was a bad day, okay?"

"Yeah, sure," I agreed, though I was smiling teasingly at her. "It all worked out though. That dinner at your mum's was a good icebreaker. Even if you didn't want me there."

Rory avoided my eyes as she smiled with embarrassment. "I never said I didn't want you there."

I laughed. "You didn't have to. Your mannerisms said it all."

Lane looked like she'd just uncovered a rarity as Rory blushed into her cup. Meanwhile I couldn't stop the butterflies in my stomach as Rory seemed super flustered before me.

"You girls ready to order now?" Luke asked, approaching our table. And thus the conversation was over.

Eventually, over time, I was figuring out what all of these unexplainable feelings around Rory were. I just hadn't wanted to face the truth at the time, but they began to make sense when I took time to truly think about it.

There was one time specifically though, when I thought she may have felt it, too.

I was sat down cross-legged on the floor of Luke's pantry. I was unpacking some canned goods onto the lower shelves of his stockpile when I heard a knock on the door.

I turned around with confusion, since it was only supposed to be me here, but relaxed when I saw it was only Rory.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" I asked her as she approached me. "I thought you'd be out there with the rest of the town."

She sat next to me on the floor as I continued to place the cans neatly on the shelf.

"I was, but Lane had to go and my mom's still at work and I realised you still weren't there, so I came looking for you and Luke sent me here."

"Oh, so I was your last choice of person to hang out with," I teased, pretending to be hurt. "Nice."

I looked up for a moment and saw a beautiful smile on her face as she rolled her eyes. I blamed the weird lighting in here that made me think of her in any way other than as a friend, but I knew deep down it wasn't the case.

"Why are you back here, Y/N?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. "It's Friday night and you're stacking tinned cans."

I nodded as I moved to grab the next box. "True, but Luke– well, you know of Rachel, right?" Rory nodded. "Well, she's here and Luke obviously wanted to spend time with her, so I told him to hang out with her tonight and I'll finish these last few boxes off and lock up for him."

"That's sweet," Rory said, watching me.

I shrugged. "He looked happy. And you know how rare it is to see Luke happy."

Rory chuckled and looked down to her lap. "Very true."

"I'm almost done here," I said, meeting Rory's gaze. "You don't have to wait up."

Rory shrugged. "I don't mind. I can help, too, if you want."

"I don't see why not," I answered, before pushing an open box in front of her. "Just unload these and stack them on this shelf here."

She nodded and got to work, a comfortable silence between us both.

"You've been in Stars Hollow for a few months now," Rory suddenly spoke up.

"Yeah," I agreed, unsure where she was going.

"You like it here?" she asked casually.

I nodded. "Yeah, I guess so. I mean, I've got a job, made new friends, my parents are happy... it's great."

Rory nodded in response. "Yeah, that's cool... so, how's school? You like it?"

I shrugged. "Sure, it's alright. It's just school, really."

Rory nodded again, all of her attention on stacking. "Anyone there who you like? You know, like, like like?"

I almost laughed. "Excuse me?"

She chewed on her lip whilst remaining her casual attitude. "You know, has anyone caught your eye."

I couldn't help but let out a quiet chuckle. "No, Rory, not really."

She nodded and it went quiet. I presumed it normal until she spoke up again, this time looking right at me.

"But like 'not really' as in there may be someone? Or 'not really' as in nobody?"

I stopped what I was doing and noticed how conflicted she seemed. "'Not really' as in not really, Rory."

She bit her lip and nodded, looking down again.

I rested a hand on her wrist and asked, "You okay?"

She licked her lips and nodded, her eyes flickering from her wrist to me.

"You sure?" I asked again, furrowing my eyebrows. "You seem a little puzzled... it's funny, don't get me wrong, but a little worrying."

Her eyes looked up to mine and I noticed how bright they were, even in this badly-lit pantry. They lowered to my lips and I tried to convince myself I was imagining it, until suddenly I felt her lips against mine.

Rory Gilmore was kissing me.

One hand was holding my cheek as the other was pressed to my leg as she kept her balance close to me. I closed my eyes, beginning to kiss back, until she suddenly pulled away, her eyes wide like flying saucers.

"Oh my god," she muttered, moving further away from me.

"Rory–"

"I'm sorry," she apologised, quickly standing up. "I've got to, erm–"

"Rory," I said, standing up and trying to move forward, but she stepped back.

"I just realised I have some homework to do," she said, her eyes still wide with surprise. "Yeah, I guess I can't hang tonight. Sorry."

Before I could say anything, she ran out of the pantry and I was left alone realising how much I really wanted her to kiss me again.

–

That evening, I left a voice message on Rory's answering machine – nothing too specific in case Lorelai heard, just that I wanted her to call me back. Of course, I received no call and the next day, I was still left pondering our kiss.

She must have liked me, right? You don't just accidentally kiss someone. So why was she avoiding me?

I didn't want to pressure her to speak, but I also deserved some answers. I didn't try ringing again – it was obvious she didn't want to call, so I gave her some space the next morning. I did some homework, nipped into town to see if Rory was around – a mere glance is all, and then rang Lane to ask if she'd seen Rory about. Of course, she hadn't, so I ended up back at my house debating whether or not to stop by her house. Eventually my thoughts ate away at me and I stopped by.

When I knocked on, it was Lorelai who answered.

"Oh, hey, Y/N," she greeted with a smile. "You wanna come in?"

I smiled politely. "Erm, that's okay. I was just wondering if Rory was in? I had something to talk to her about. This book she was interested in."

Lorelai nodded. "Well, she decided she suddenly wanted to take a trip to the book store in town."

I sighed. "Ah, that makes sense." Of course she'd be in the one place I didn't check.

"Is that all?"

"Yeah, thanks a lot," I said, nodding. "See you later."

Lorelai waved as I walked down her porch steps. "Bye, sweetie."

I grabbed my bike and cycled back into town, trying to ignore my raging heartbeat and unsettled stomach. The anticipation was only growing the closer I got to the book store.

After chaining up my bike, I headed inside and smiled at the shopkeeper before going down the first aisle of books. It was pretty quiet and I only saw like three people here. I was starting to lose hope that Rory was even here until finally, I caught sight of her in the back corner of the store, her head deep in the blurb of some book.

I took a deep breath before stepping forward and clearing my throat. "Erm, hey, Rory."

She jumped, startled at my presence, and dropped her book. "Y/N, hi!"

I apologised as I picked up the book she dropped. "I didn't mean to scare you."

Rory, who I noticed was looking everywhere but at me, waved her hand dismissively. "Scare me? Nah, you did no such thing." She made every effort to avoid touching my hand as she accepted the book I held out to her.

I nodded and chewed on my lower lip. "Oh... well, erm, you didn't return my call last night, or, well, today..."

She chewed the inside of her mouth as she busied herself with putting the book back. "Yeah, sorry, I was going to, but I forgot."

I nodded awkwardly, watching as she ran her hands over the spines of the books clumsily.

"Don't you think we should talk?" I asked, lowering my voice a little. "About what happened?"

She swallowed deeply, looking down at her shoes. "Yes, talk..."

I decided to say something, knowing she wouldn't. "Look, I don't think you're the kind of person to do something and not mean anything by it. You're too clever for that."

She stayed silent, sucking on her lower lip nervously.

"You kissed me, Rory," I finally said, making sure I wasn't too loud. "You kissed me and then ran away."

"Should I not have?" she suddenly asked, looking me in the eyes.

I blinked. "Huh?"

She didn't look away. "Should I not have ran away?"

I cleared my throat and broke the eye contact when I felt myself growing nervous again. "Erm, well, I guess, in an ideal scenario, I would have liked it if you stayed...."

"Really?"

I nodded, risking a glance at her, only to see a small smile tugging at her lips. "Really."

She nodded slowly. "I would have liked that, too."

I mirrored her small smile, feeling those butterflies in my stomach again.

There was a pause in conversation, as someone walked past us. But when we were alone again, I spoke up.

"I've never done this before," I admitted shyly. "You know, liking a girl."

Her eyebrows raised hopefully. "You like me?"

My smile widened. "I thought that was obvious when I kissed you back?"

Her cheeks reddened a little. "Right, yeah... well, I'm new to this, too."

I admired how beautiful she looked right now, eyes darting around nervously, her smile shy and hidden, and decided to just go for it.

I glanced around, noticing we were still alone, and stepped forward, closer to her, before grabbing one of her hands gently.

"Why don't we figure this out together?" I asked quietly, meeting her curious gaze. "Because all I know is that I've been wanting you to kiss me again since you did last night at Luke's."

Her eyes brightened. "You– you have?"

I could feel my cheeks heating up with embarrassment as I nodded. "Yeah."

She smiled down at me and grabbed my other hand, pulling me closer to her. After a quick glance around us, she pulled me close and kissed me like she did last night. Except this time it wasn't hesitantly, but rather confidently and passionately. She moved her lips perfectly against mine, making my brain melt into a pile of mush and my heart beat excessively at her touch.

It didn't last long because we were both still nervous someone could see us, but it lasted long enough to leave me breathless and staring at her dumbfounded.

"That was..."

She nodded, her face as flushed as mine. "Yep..."

At the sound of someone approaching, we immediately let go of each other's hands, but when I looked up to meet her eyes, I saw an honest, caring smile on her lips and I knew that we could make this work. Somehow.

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The Shape.

Summary: It's Halloween, everyone's entitled to one good scare. Being blind, Marnie McClane considers herself scared of very little. Few things worse than the polite pity she gets from the neighborhood. A misunderstanding leads to a conversation she’ll never forget while she recalls an old friend.

A/N: I’m not back, I might return Monday but idk I guess when I’m down, I write things for slashers that interest very few in my circle. Posting anyways :( I made this in 2 hrs lol

Hope this is enjoyed either way, just trying to get my drive back. Thanks all!! ((TW: Shockingly none!!! Light threats of danger maybe?? No smut sorry)) Let me know what you think and I promise to reply when I return to tumblr for good. xoxo

Halloween, 1963

“Trick-or-treat!”

Always followed with shy giggles and little, outstretched hands.

“Take as many as you like.” A bowl was pushed forward with a colorful selection. Marnie McClane tilted her head to hear the rustling. Parents chided so ‘thank yous’ followed.

“You’re all very welcome.”

“Richie, don’t take that many!” A voice sparked.

“Ah, mom, she said to take a bunch. She can’t see me!”

“Richie!”

“It’s alright, we bought too much this year.” Marnie listened to footsteps across cobblestone.

“Richie, don’t run too far, young man!”

“I won’t!”

“Sorry about him. Just at that age. You know?” Mrs. Castle approached the porch Marnie had seated herself on.

“Kids.” A light shrug followed.

“Who did your decorating?”

“Dad and I before they left for my Aunt’s.” Eerie blue eyes shifted a few directions. No focused on any impossible blur in the black.

“And...you’re alright here by yourself?”

Marnie tried not to sour. The nosy neighbors meant well.

“Yes. Get around fine same as always.” She plucked up a cane next to her and tapped the ground.

“Oh, well, that’s good. Pretty costume.”

“Mom said Red Riding Hood was in this year so I let her dress me. Honestly, I think she just wanted me to stand out in the bright red cape if I decided to wander.” Marnie paused to greet another small round of kids. Smiling to offer the packed bowl.

“My, ah, nephew is visiting. He’s smart. So handsome. Studying to be a lawyer. You’ll like him. I’ll send him by. Just some good company.”

Marnie twitched a smile. Story of her life. Everyone trying to set her up with nice, young men. Pity dates for the blind girl.

“Great.” She replied flatter. “So nice.”

“You two will hit it off, I just know it. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have an impatient boy gesturing- I’m coming, Richie! ...Enjoy your Halloween dear.”

“You too, Mrs. Castle.” Marnie heard the wind rustling.

Chatter and footsteps. Distantly, birds flapped overhead. It was easier to greet trick-or-treaters from the porch steps. Cold didn’t bug her during long autumn days. Always nice to feel wind on her face.

Not like she could watch much on television.

The night lingered and candy ran low.

Marnie picked up her thin cane and tapped around. Heard some animal rustle violently in the bushes. Probably a raccoon, they loved to eat the pumpkins. She moved back up the steps so she could put the bowl inside and shut the porch light off after feeling for the switch. When her parents weren’t home, she kept the house pitch black.

She didn’t need the lights.

Shifting back to the porch stairs, Marnie crouched down and reached about for the pumpkin sitting there. Lifting it poised to blow out the candle. The flicker of warmth touched her expression

A ragged breath cut into the space. Near the open gate. Made her perk. Dark hair fell over her shoulders and she exhaled. Leaving the candle on to bathe her face.

“Hello?” Feet shifted over concrete, making a slow scrape. She pressed her lips together. “I suppose you’re here to tell me it’s against the rules to snuff the lights in a pumpkin before Halloween ends.”

No reply.

“Well, I suppose I can leave them on just this once. Can’t upset the Halloween spirits.”

Nothingness.

“Are you Mrs. Castle’s lawyer nephew? Forgive me, she didn’t tell me your name.” Marnie sat there on the porch. Heard the steps get closer. “Silent type.”

The Shape stood over her in darkness. Figured the nephew was the man he’d left in the bushes a few moments ago. The street around them hushed as more houses turned off their porch lights. Marnie stood with the pumpkin under one arm. Face glowing.

“Name’s Margaret. McClane. Marnie for short. How do you do?” She extended one hand out into the wind. Felt the cool breeze kiss it. A broad palm lifted, decided against it, and dropped.

All she heard was the tapered breathing. Even like a heartbeat.

“Shy sort.” She tucked hair away and sat down to put the carved face aside. “Well, you walked all this way. I didn’t hear a car. You can sit if you like.” Bright eyes stared ahead into nothingness. The Shape moved finally. Sat upon the creaking porch steps. “Studying to be a lawyer. I thought you’d talk my ear off. It’s okay, I can talk enough for both of us. Like a guessing game, I like those. Probably my condition. Most of my life is a guessing game.”

She tilted her head to laugh softer. A too sweet sound.

“It’s alright to laugh with me.” She clutched her cane in one hand and placed the other on her knee. “Good sense of humor makes the day a little easier.”

He might of grunted but she couldn’t quite tell.

“You’re already thinking I talk too much. I get it a lot.” Marnie swallowed. Sounded a little harder. “We can get one thing straight. I’m blind. I’m not shy. Not helpless. If I need help, I have a perfectly good voice and I use it. I know it annoys people, but they’re too polite. So, if you’re the polite, pitying type, I think it’s best you continue on elsewhere.”

He didn’t move. She inhaled the air. Metal. Grass. Dirt. Earthy-like.

“Very well.” Marnie’s lips lifted again. They sat there together. A dark fall night with a glow from the moon and stars twinkling.

Marnie could imagine them. Although she figured the stars were multi-colored like Christmas lights and the moon was a blob of a shape. Moving as a lava lamp would.

“I lost it when I was young. My eyesight. I have these memories like maybe I saw what a cat looked like or my mother’s face. But, it’s probably all wrong now.” She leaned back like she was admiring the moon. Basking in its light. Thoughtfully, she recalled something else. “You remind me of a friend I had. He was quiet too. We fit together. He spoke very little and I too much. He didn’t seem to mind. Like you.”

A head turned finally to study her behind a rubber mask.

“You know, that old stereotype, that all blind people wanna do is touch faces...it’s all wrong. Everyone thinks I want to, I hate it when they force my hand up without asking.”

He puffed.

“Exactly, it’s so rude. I don’t often touch faces. I don’t like to.” She placed her cane’s handle under her chin to hum. “But, this boy I knew...I asked to touch his face. Everyone used to call him angelic-like. Said he had the face of an angel. I wanted to know what an angel’s face felt like.”

Marnie laughed again like it was silly.

“Though, I suppose I had nothing to compare it to.” She paused and he felt for a moment that she was looking through him. Burning into the chill of stone and black. Slowly, Marnie scooted closer. Not enough to touch him, but enough to feel body heat vibrate. Her chest shuddered.

He didn’t move. Hard and rigid like marble.

“Can I touch your face?” She lifted one hand. “I just want to know if you’re smiling or frowning. Trying to figure out if I should shut my damn mouth.” Extending as steady as she could. A slash cut through the air.

Marnie gasped out.

Fingers curled firm around her wrist. Another shaky breath. One they shared.

“Sorry, if I offended you.” Softening, she stayed there. Heard his lungs vibrate.

A rustle followed. Knuckles twitched as he closed the distance. Let her draw lines up his jaw that was smooth and angled carefully. Face sculpture just so. Maybe by angels.

When he couldn’t handle more. He pushed up from Marnie. Pulled his mask down. Felt the warmth of her touch trapped under it.

“Leaving?” She jumped up, dropping her cane aside. A hand went out and missed it. The footsteps stopped at her gate. Returned before her cane was pushed aimlessly at her palms. She paused. “Thank you.”

A glint of a blade met the moonlight. He pointed it at her heart while she stood oblivious. One plunge, it would have eased into her like butter. A stray, dark lock shifted over her eye.

“Maybe you’ll tell me your name next time we meet. I hope.” Marnie hushed. Unaware. Unafraid. One finger awkwardly shifted the hair from her face, tracing the line of her cheekbone in the process. She leaned into it and remembered something else. “Michael.”

He froze. Blade still poised. Tremoring, he pulled back from her face.

“That was my friend’s name.” She sounded out the syllables mournfully. “He changed. Went away. That’s what they told me. I always wished he grew comfortable enough to speak his thoughts. That’s why I’m not shy. No use hiding behind masks. Except on Halloween, I suppose. I’ve never touched an angel before, but maybe you’re close. It can be another guessing game.”

Marnie smiled kindly down the blade, chest sinking.

“If not, that’s fine too.” She said, catching his hand when it came down. Both their palms were chilled. He thought to slash forward. To crush her. Whatever was left of the boy with a face of an angel turned him back to marble. Delicately, Marnie placed one careful kiss upon his knuckles. Burned it there for the rest of his life.

There was a pause while he slipped away.

Before she heard the steps retreating.

“Will I see you again?” She chuckled at herself. Touching her lips. “Sorry, the phrase always makes me laugh.” Marnie went up her porch, cane clicking as she felt for the doorknob. Michael Myers stopped at the gate. Saw her shifting in shadows to open the door. “Will you come back?

Lips opened to sound out a single word against the cool, night air. Neither of them heard what is was. Just the breath that cast with it. Marnie’s lips pressed simply.

She bid The Shape a lovely goodnight and went inside. Left him there. Taking what lingered of the past with her. Leaving him the burn of a kiss he would never forget.

#Michael Myers #Michael Myers x OC #Halloween #Halloween 1978 #Michael Myers Imagine #Tony Moran is a babe #that's the moral here #mine #writing #Marnie McClane #Michael x marnie

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A Little Bit of Attitude Ch.22: Some Visitors

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A/N: The flashback is for my own pleasure as i just found out Motley played at my small ass town in ‘83

TAGS: @madamsixx

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April 12, 1984

Laredo, Texas

The sound of Ozzy could be heard throughout the west side of Laredo. The Bordertown getting a taste of rock music for once from its usual Mexican bands. It was already warm like summer down in this part of Texas, making Sammi feel at home. The warm air pleased all the guys, breaking out of the winter clothes finally. Laredo's venue was the most different from all of them, seeing a high school right next to the Civic Center and two different types of buildings. One being an auditorium for ballet, and the other just open space for the guys. In the stone courtyard in the middle of everything, Sammi sat on the fountain, hearing the water cascade down while smoking her first cigarette of the night. She could see the small crowd of kids her age at the gate of the civic center, hoping for a chance to either meet someone or listen to music. Sammi felt a light hand push her head down, turning to see Nikki smirk down at her.

“May I sit?” asked Nikki, Sammi nodded silently. He sat next to her, staying silent as he pulled out a cigarette for himself, flattered to see a light already waiting for him to take. They stayed silent for a while until Nikki began coughing uncontrollably.

“You okay there, Nik?” asked Sammi, patting Nikki on the back to help him in some way.

“Yeah. Yeah I’m good,” answered Nikki, clearing his throat. “Just getting smokers lungs faster than I thought. I thought I had a good two years left! Cruel world!” Nikki yelled out into the night sky, shaking his fist in the air and proud to hear Sammi giggle. She playfully shoved Nikki’s bare shoulder, shaking her head at him. “Idiot,” mumbled Sammi, stepping on the small cigarette bud.

“Hey, it takes one to know one. Have you met Tommy and Vince? Don’t get how you and Mick don’t want to hurt us,” said Nikki.

“Oh I know I do, but I don’t feel like getting yelled at by my parents. Or get arrested for domestic violence,” joked Sammi, smiled right at Nikki, her pinky lightly grazing Nikki’s. Nikki felt his body become stiff for a moment, looking away at the girl.

“I would pay to see that fight between you and blondie. Might help you,” uttered Nikki, finishing his cigarette for the night.

“Of course you’d be up for that. It’s not like he’s your friend or anything,” provoked Sammi, poking Nikki’s cheek.

“He’s barely even my singer. I only tolerate him because of you fucking Bass siblings,” said Nikki, shoving away Sammi’s hand.

“Why don’t you like him?” asked Sammi.

Nikki raised an eyebrow to Sammi. “You really wanna know?” Sammi nodded. “Maybe because the son of a bitch got something I wanted, but I could just take it from him if I tried hard enough,” answered Nikki, lowering his face right to Sammi, seeing her eyes change from teasing to nervous.

“Nikki… don’t,” begged Sammi, slowly moving away from him.

“And why not Princess? There’s a nice difference between us. I stay with a girl I like,” said Nikki, tucking a piece of hair behind Sammi’s ear. “And Vince has wandering eyes if you haven’t noticed yet,”

Sammi swallowed hard, “I trust him. Please just leave it alone for now,”

“Alright I will, but you’ll always know where to find me,” said Nikki, kissing Sammi on her forehead before disappearing back into the sound of Ozzy. Sammi bit the nail of her thumb, thoughts running at a rapid pace. She didn’t even feel Vince slide right next to her, making Sammi jump when feeling his hands.

“There’s my girl. Are you okay? You look like you have a lot on your mind?” asked Vince. Sammi nodded, kissing Vince before he can think of any further questions.

"Of course I am. Let's just stay here," whispered Sammi, pulling Vince for another kiss, this time harder to make him truly forget any questions.

July 1st, 1985

On the nightstand by the bed, a clock reading 7:45 rang out in the spacious white bedroom. Sammi tossed onto her side, slamming the clock to stop beeping while letting out a morning groan. Sammi rubbed away the sleep from her eyes, aiming to not fall back into a deep sleep. When Sammi started to feel more awake, it dawned on her the silence in the room. No one was snoring in her ear. Rising slowly, Sammi turned to find an empty spot next to her. The duvet looked almost done as if Nikki made the bed before he left. A note from a torn notebook paper laid on the pillow, messy handwriting in black pen yet still blurry for Sammi to read. Sammi put on her glasses, bringing the piece of paper close to her face.

‘Sorry I had to leave, Princess. Didn’t want to wake your pretty face up. Thanks for the special attention. Call you later- Nikki”

Sammi scuffed at the note, a tiny smile crawling on her lips. She tossed it by her lamp, rubbing her face slowly to stay awake. “At least he left a note this time,” muttered Sammi, ripping off the heavy blue blanket, jumping off the bed to seize the day. Sammi looked at the black mini pencil skirt and purple blouse that hung on the closet door, happy with her professional wardrobe. Cascading down the small apartment hallway, Sammi entered her bathroom to head straight to the shower, the water running cold as Sammi liked it. She carried on with her morning routine of applying light makeup and curling her hair, halting as the phone in the bedroom rang out. Sammi ran into the room, jumping on the bed to quickly pick up the telephone, holding it up against her ear as she deeply scrunched her eyebrows.

“Hello?” responded Sammi, sitting on her bed.

“Good morning, Sammi. It’s Doc, how are you doing?” said Doc on the line.

“Oh, I’m doing good, just getting ready for work. What’s going on?” asked Sammi, checking her clock as reassurance she wasn’t wasting time.

“I just wanted to quickly let you know, we are going to Elektra for a meeting. I don’t know if Mr. Harrison told you,” Sammi closed her eyes tight for a second, trying to not mess up her done hair. Sammi knew Mr. Harrison told her last Friday about some meetings, but she completely blocked it out after drinking the night away. She didn’t feel the need to ask that day. Now Sammi wished she could take a sick day.

“Uh yes. Yes he did Doc. I’m one of his secretaries, remember?” said Sammi with sarcasm, smiling a small bit with nerves setting in. Nikki was beginning to rub off on her in his mannerisms. Sammi questioned if this was a good thing for her.

“Right. Of course. I only wanted to give you a heads up about Vince before your day started. Since it could be very difficult to see him in person after a while,” said Doc. Sammi smiled to herself, lucky to still have Doc care for her.

“I really appreciate it, Doc. Thank you for looking out for me,” sincerely said Sammi, “So, I should probably give you a heads up so you don’t go in blind to the meeting,”

“Harrison still worried about the boys?” asked Doc.

“It’s more him being worried about his money going down the toilet than anything else. You really need to be prepared to get your ass chewed or get a cold man,” said Sammi, pressing her lips tight together. She saw the time begin to creep up again, eyes shooting wide. “Doc, I really have to be getting ready. I’ll see you at the meeting,”

“Okay, thanks Sammi. See you soon,” said Doc, cutting the line before Sammi could. Sammi shut the phone, dropping back onto the bed, smothering herself with a pillow as she groaned out loud. Her nerves became setting in more while thinking about seeing Vince for the first time. Sammi began thinking of excuses to not participate in this meeting, rushing to the kitchen for some breakfast. Her mind was turning almost empty, going into autopilot as she got ready for the rest of her day.

Sammi looked out the car window, eyes following Sabrina walk out of her apartment building, coming straight to the passenger door. Sammi smiled in a blink second at Sabrina, driving off into the busy morning traffic. Silence filled the car ride, unusual for the two on their carpool rides. Sabrina eyed Sammi for a moment, changing the radio station to get a reaction for the music. Nothing. Sabrina narrowed her eyes at Sammi, seeing her only focused on the freeway.

“You good? Did Nikki piss you off this morning?” asked Sabrina, relaxing in the passenger seat.

“What? No, we’re fine. why?” replied Sammi, glancing at Sabrina quickly.

“Well, you just seem quiet for a morning. Did you get into an argument with Athena?” said Sabrina.

“No, we’re fine. She hasn't done anything to annoy me for a while,” replied Sammi.

“And she’s not asking Emma 100 questions?” asked Sabrina again.

“No, Emma is doing a pretty good job at hiding which I feel kind of bad for,” muttered Sammi, tucking a hair behind her ear.

“Yeah but Athena doesn’t need to know about Nikki if it’s not serious business. Emma can handle holding a little truth to Athena. She would’ve spilled already if she couldn’t,”

“Oh, by the way, we are gonna have some visitors at work,” mumbled Sammi, staring up at a traffic light. Sabrina raised an eyebrow to Sammi, “Motley’s coming for a meeting with Mr. H,” added Sammi with a glare.

“Oh shit. That’s gonna be fucking awkward,” muttered Sabrina.

“Thanks, S! You know how to lift my spirits in times of need!” sarcastically barked Sammi with a fake smile.

“I’m sorry, but come on you know how bad everyone is towards each other. It’s not like Motley is a happy family band that don’t piss people off especially not each other,”

“Yes I know, but you couldn’t be optimistic as we’re pulling up to work?” asked Sammi.

“You really want me to give you extremely fake hope?” Sabrina uttered blandly, almost hurting to say words.

“Yep!”

“Fine! Things could be completely great and Mr. H won’t chew their asses. It is all good!” shouted Sabrina as Sammi pulled into an empty parking lot space of the office building. Sammi rolled her eyes, glaring at Sabrina who didn’t want to sugarcoat things so early on this Monday morning. Turning off the ignition and opening the door, Sammi left Sabrina hanging but hearing her catch up behind. Sabrina’s long legs made it easier to speed walk right by Sammi in comparison to her short stature. “Okay, maybe the meeting won’t be the worst thing ever. Do you know what they’re gonna be discussing?” asked Sabrina, opening the glass door for Sammi as they entered the building. The girls did their routine of polite smiles to anyone that passed by them, heading to the elevators. Sammi smashed the up button, leaning against the wall. “I have no idea, Mr. Harrison really doesn’t explain in great detail to anyone,” uttered Sammi. Sabrina was about to speak until more people gathered around the two girls, entering the elevator with them. Sammi and Sabrina glanced at each other, stuffed into the cramped elevator with unknown people.

In a short time, the girls were finally alone again, walking out to their respected work areas. “I just don’t want them to make a fucking scene to anyone. I’m expecting the worst reactions when Mr. Harrison orders them around,” muttered Sammi to Sabrina. The girls came to a halt in the middle of cubicles when suddenly, a young intern came walking fast, holding a notepad against her chest. “Hi, Sabrina! Hi, Sammi!” said the intern with enthusiasm.

“Hi, Jessica…” the girls said in unison, almost groaning at the sight of her. Jessica smiled happily, Sammi not understanding how someone could be so cheerful this early in the day.

“How’s your guys morning going? It’s such a beautiful summer day!” exclaimed Jessica, having a pep in her step.

“Great. What do you want?” asked bluntly Sammi, crossing her arms as Sabrina withheld a smirk.

“I came to tell Sabrina something. We’re needed in the conference room right now to set stuff up for a meeting. Apparently, all of Motley Crue is coming!” excited Jessica was, only making Sammi sulk more, infuriated.

“Why me? I’m not gonna be an intern anymore after next week,” asked Sabrina. Scowling at Jessica.

“But you’re still an intern… come on if we finish early maybe we can catch Motley walking in,” said Jessica, bouncing on the balls of her feet with a smile.

“A little too excited to see a band, aren’t we Jessica? It’s not like you haven’t seen one walk around here before” teased Sammi, giving a smile that made Jessica scared of the girls. Sabrina biting down on her index finger, not caring if Sammi hurts someone’s feelings today. It was fun to see sometimes.

“Well, they are a cool band. Plus they aren’t bad to look at, especially Nikki. That’s all,” mumbled Jessica, feeling small to Sammi even when being the same height.

“Sorry to burst your bubble Jess, but I don’t think you’re very much Nikki’s type. Trust me, we’re pretty close,” said Sammi, patting Jessica on the arm, hearing Sabrina chuckle at them. Jessica pressed her lips tightly, shoulders falling a bit.

“Besides I already get to see Motley on a normal basis anyway. They’re not that rare to see after a while,” added Sabrina.

“I’m gonna head to my desk. Have fun arranging water bottles,” Sammi told Sabrina, walking from the two without caring of Jessica’s feelings. Jessica looked up at Sabrina with big eyes only getting a shrug from the taller girl.

“You really should’ve seen that one coming, Jessica,” said Sabrina walking past the redhead to her desk. Jessica only followed the girls' footsteps, ready to work.

Sammi knocked on the heavy wooden doors, MR. HARRISON displayed on a gold plaque.

“Come in,” Mr. Harrison announced, Sammi pushing the door open. “Oh good morning, Samantha, how are we doing on this Monday?” asked Mr. Harrison, peeking above his leather notebook while sitting behind his expensive glass desk.

“Pretty good. I’m just happy to start another week, and be with my favorite boss,” said Sammi, smiling as she stood right in front of Mr. Harrison with perfect posture.

“Oh you flatter me, Samantha, but that please save it for when you’re trying to leave early on Fridays. I hope you remembered the meeting I told you on Friday. You’ll need to write down everything I say because I have a feeling I’ll be too busy talking my head off,” said Mr. Harrison, shutting his notebook tight to hand over to Sammi. Sammi took the notebook in her hands but began thinking for a moment.

“I’m sorry sir, but don’t you think it could be more beneficial to have an intern write your notes. Take Jessica for example who can get more practice since she just started,” explained Sammi, still putting on a generous smile for more convincing.

Mr. Harrison frowned hard at Sammi, his forehead wrinkles becoming deep crevasses. “Are you sure you aren’t just coming up with excuses to avoid this meeting with a certain band?” asked Mr. Harrison.

“Of course not, sir,” uttered Sammi.

“Well while I appreciate your care for the interns, you are going to be at the meeting right next to me rather you like it or not,” ordered Mr. Harrison, making Sammi drop her shoulders for a moment. She nodded, beginning to head to the doors until Mr. Harrison interrupted her walk. “I do have a question, Samantha. What are you going to do now that you have a degree?” asked Mr. Harrison. Sammi walked back slowly as she thought of an answer.

“I really don’t know. I’m just going to be working until I feel I should go back to school,” answered Sammi.

Mr. Harrison nodded slowly, “Well if you need any help, I do have connections with people in different medical branches. All you need to do is ask,”

“Thank you, Mr. Harrison, I appreciate it,” said Sammi, turning around as a gentle knock came from outside of her bosses office. Jessica peeked her head behind the heavy door, shuffling into the office.

“Sorry to interrupt but Motley Crue is here Mr. Harrison,” said Jessica in a small soft voice.

“Huh, they’re on time for once. Thank you, Jessica. Come along, Samantha,” said Mr. Harrison, fixing his blazer as he stepped to the door, smiling at the two young girls. Sammi rolled her eyes, grabbing a pen from the desk to act as an employee with no connections to this band. Jessica stood by the doorframe, eyes following Sammi get closer to her. Sammi scowled at Jessica staring at her, halting in front of her.

“Can I help you with something? Or are you just gonna keep staring?” barked Sammi, walking away from the nervous young girl.

Mr. Harrison marched down the halls of the office floor, Sammi being his shadow all the way to the conference room. Sammi straightened her posture, balancing perfectly in her work heels while entering the vast boardroom. She almost held her breath from seeing the band seated down, quickly noticing her designated seat being occupied by Tommy. Doc, Vince, and Nikki all sat to the left of Mr. Harrison, not seeing Sammi walk. Samm couldn’t help but give small glances to the blonde man when he wasn’t looking. Mick and Tommy smiled shortly at the young girl, Sammi flicking Tommy’s ear to make him move down a chair. They give each other a kiss on the cheek as Sammi sat down finally, her sight carried out across Nikki who looked almost asleep behind his dark sunglasses. She stayed clear of making eye contact with Vince, feeling the stare once again.

“Okay let's get this meeting on its way,” announced Mr. Harrison, sitting at the head of the table like always. “I’d first like to tell the boys congratulations on the album, even after the many many delays, people love it. You’ve managed to fix one thing,” said Mr. Harrison with firmly pressed lips, giving a cold stare to everyone. The silence could be cut with a knife, Doc already thinking of what to say to make things civil. “Because of the new album, you must now go on tour for promotion. Also because it is written on the contracts, and you must all still follow it,” ordered Mr. Harrison.

“I believe this would be great for the boys to hit the road again. They’ve had plenty of rest for a good long tour,” said Doc, nodded along, eyeing Sammi from across the table, writing everything down at lighting speed.

“I’m not so sure rest is the right word for their break of touring. I’m also not sure about a long tour for these men,” said Mr. Harrison. Sammi stopped writing for a moment, switching glances between her boss and the boys. Nikki would clear his throat every so often to drink water, while only Vince seemed to be paying attention. Their eyes catching each other for a split second before Sammi looked down at her notes. “We will only make North American dates ranging from the beginning of August to the third week of November, pretty easy for you rockstars,”

“Mr. Harrison with all due respect, I do believe these boys can do more than just North America. These men can go to Europe or Asia right after November,” said Doc. “The album has been doing great for the first week. You said it yourself,”

Mr. Harrison leaned back into the desk chair, crossing his arms as he glared right at Doc. “Doc. You really think Motley Crue can tour by themselves for more than four months without messing something up?” asked Mr. Harrison, only seeing Doc slowly retreat.

“They’ve had their moments, but yes. I do think we can just pick up after Thanksgiving,” uttered Doc.

“By moments you mean the multiple things that have been brought to my attention that raise concern. Tabloids with pictures of Nikki & Tommy intoxicated at almost every single day on my desk. The incident happening in one of the recording studios. A singer who has a bigger record than all my other talent. Do you know I’ve never had to deal with any of these things in my lifetime in this industry?”

Vince, Tommy, Mick, and even Nikki all turned their eyes on Sammi, Sammi looking only at her notes or boss. Sammi only gave the proper secretary to look for everyone to display. Mr. Harrison snapped his fingers, gaining the attention back to him from everyone. “Do not look at Samantha. She’s not your friend. She’s not your sister. She’s doing her job right now. You all pay attention to me. You are all lucky I’m even allowing a headlining tour. If you all don’t lose me money, I’ll allow a European extension at the beginning of the year,” said Mr. Harrison. Sammi stays quiet, looking back at Nikki having trouble keeping his head up. “We will go as I said starting in August. Any further questions or interruptions?”

“I have my court date the second week in September,” said Vince, speaking up for the first time. Everyone became silent again, switching glances between Harrison and Vince. Sammi gave a sympathetic look to Vince for once in a long time.

“We will make sure there is a week off in September for you to come back, Vince. Anything else?” asked Mr. Harrison.

“Everything will run smoothly, Mr. Harrison. I reassure you on that,” said Doc.

Mr. Harrison scuffs at Doc. “I’ll believe it when I see my money back in my wallet,” Mr. Harrison stood up from his seat, buttoning the middle of his blazer once again. “Samantha, there are documents in the back of that notebook. Please give it to Peterson in legal. Meeting dismissed,” ordered Mr. Harrison to Sammi as he left the boardroom. The weight in the room soon lifted, Doc dragging a hand down his face. Sammi relaxed her back, slumping in the office chair as she sighed loudly. Doc rose from his seat, reaching over Vince to smack Nikki in the head to wake him up. Nikki only groaned, resting his head in the palm of his hand.

“You all better listen to everything your boss just said,” said Doc, standing up to grab a bottle of water.

“Don’t worry I barely listen to everything my boss says,” muttered Sammi getting a chuckle from Tommy and Mick, Vince withholding a smile.

“Everything is gonna be fine,” slurred Nikki, yawning out loud. Sammi couldn’t help but keep an eye on Nikki from his demeanor.

“Yeah, I fucking doubt that,” mumbled Vince.

“Things would be fine if you all just acted like adults for once,” remarked Sammi, glaring at Nikki and Tommy who didn’t care.

“We got it covered. We can pretend to be responsible for a good while,” said Tommy, patting Sammi on the head.

“If only we had Sammi tour with us again to keep us in shape,” croaked Mick, readjusting his sunglasses. “We could really use you, little girl,”

“Yeah fuck that. I’d be unemployed and broke then be on a bus with my ex for a long time,” added Sammi, flipping her hair to one side. Everyone from Doc to Mick switched glances between Sammi and Vince, seeing Vince’s discomfort. Sammi raised an eyebrow at every, curling her lip. “What? Someone had to fucking say it. He’s here at my work bothering me,” grumbled Sammi, pointing a sharp finger at Vince. Vince shook his head, pulling on his earlobe.

“So you’re not even gonna say my name anymore?” barked Vince, crossing his arms. Sammi rolled her eyes, not caring if she looked rude to Vince. “I thought at least here you’d give me something, and not keep ignoring me,”

“My god you’re so dramatic,” Sammi mumbled under her breath. “Alright, here's something! Can you kindly shut the fuck up, Vince? Last time I checked I told you I wanted to be away from you,” bossed Sammi, staring coldly at Vince. Vince flared his nostrils, knocking his knuckles against the hard wooden table.

“Enough you two. Boys you’re free to go. I don’t want to hold Sammi from her job any further,” said Doc, grabbing his briefcase and stepping into the hallway. Vince was the first to jump out of his seat, not caring to say goodbye to anyone from his band. Mick squeezed Sammi’s shoulder before he left, showing his usual form of compassion. Tommy stood up, stretching out to feel his long spine crack seeing Nikki just stay quiet.

“Hey Sixxter, I’m gonna hit the restroom. Wait for me in the lobby,” said Tommy, getting a groan in response. “See you later Sammi,” Tommy kissed Sammi on the forehead before disappearing in the hallway. Sammi waved Tommy a goodbye, keeping her eyes on Nikki’s silence. She could hear him begin to lightly snore, making her finally walk over and take the empty seat right of him.

Sammi shook his shoulder roughly, hearing more groans in return. Nikki slowly turned his head to Sammi, staying hidden behind his dark sunglasses.

“What?” croaked Nikki, slumping in his seat and crossing his arms.

“What?” mimicked Sammi, raising an eyebrow to him. “What’s going on with you? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Everything’s-” Sammi interrupted Nikki, pushing his sunglasses above his head. Immediately Sammi could see something was entirely right. Nikki’s eyes looked dull and dark. Dark circles under his eyes as if he hadn’t slept in years, the whites of his eyes almost turning pink all around. Sammi frowned at Nikki, Nikki pushing her hand away to hide behind his glasses again.

“You’re not fine. Seriously Nikki what’s going on with you?” asked Sammi again, softened her expression with compassionate eyes.

“I haven’t been feeling the best lately,” uttered Nikki, taking his glasses off to rub his eyes. “I haven’t been able to sleep… for some reason,” lied Nikki. He knew exactly why he couldn’t sleep at night anymore. Unlike coke, heroin made him awake at all hours even when he didn’t shoot up after a while.

“How long have you been like this?” asked Sammi, putting her hand on top of Nikki’s. Nikki could help but feel a little ping in his chest from the small act of affection. Nikki knew he had to make up a lie fast to not lose the small affection he likes from Sammi.

“Going on a week? That’s why I left last night. I didn’t want to wake you up by accident especially when you have work,” said Nikki, shooting a lopsided grin to Sammi. Nikki silently prayed Sammi bought his lie, lying to himself it was going to be the last lie. Sammi pursed her lips, looking between Nikki and the desk for some room to think.

“Alright, I guess that makes sense,” cautioned Sammi. “Thanks for leaving a note by the way. The princess appreciates it,” smiled happily Sammi, making Nikki’s frown turn upside down for a moment. Nikki lightly snaked his hand behind Sammi’s neck, pulling her in for a surprise kiss. Sammi’s eyes went wide, pushing Nikki away to look back at the open door. “You really like to get to the edge of getting caught don’t you?” smirked Sammi.

Nikki smirked at Sammi, “Admit it. It’s pretty fun. Especially when you’re looking sexy in this outfit,” Nikki’s hand crept up Sammi’s thigh, bringing her chair closer to him with his foot. Sammi’s heart began to race, feeling Nikki’s hand feature between her legs. She gripped his wrist tight, stopping Nikki from any further moves. Sammi looked deep into his eyes, trying her hardest to resist kissing away the smirk on Nikki’s lips.

“I’m at work. And you should get some sleep,” said Sammi, pushing herself away from Nikki. Nikki shrugged his shoulders, putting on his glasses as he rose from the seat. “Oh, I’m gonna go out with some guys tonight. Don’t be surprised if I come knocking on your door. Maybe then I’ll sleep,” said Nikki, kissing Sammi on the cheek. Sammi shook her head, smiling slightly to herself, looking over her shoulder to Nikki leaving. Sammi fell back against the chair, huffing loudly. She could feel the nerves in her body calm down, noticing her palms were becoming sweaty. Being in complete silence made her process the sight of Vince, being right in front of her. Was she being too hard on him? Should she talk to Vince finally after months of this? The questions that always played in Sammi’s head, played louder than ever today. Sammi only took a deep breath in and stood up to be a grown-up like she’s supposed to be.

July 5, 1985

“Sammi, I don’t think I can keep lying to Athena,” said Emma, pouring three glasses of white wine from Sammi’s collection. Sabrina and Sammi each placed a bowl of food on the small glass dining table, sitting down for their Friday dinners together. Sammi took a sip of her wine before even thinking of what to say in this conversation. “I get it. I’m your best friend, but Athena is also my girlfriend,” pleaded Emma, serving herself a portion of cold pasta salad.

“What is she even asking you, Em? I doubt Sammi’s making it obvious,” said Sabrina, grabbing a piece of chicken with her salad.

“I know she’s not, but Athena can’t help but keep her nose out of Sammi’s life. Almost every single time I say we went out, she asks if you got with someone,” shared Emma, eating with a touch of annoyance.

“Well tell her to stay out of it. I already told Athena I didn’t want her or Tommy anywhere near my love life,” spat Sammi.

“It’s a love life between you and Nikki?” asked Sabrina, smirking at Sammi with a quizzical expression. Sammi shot a glare at Sabrina, making her giggle amongst herself. “Maybe you have to remind your sister again, Sam. Say it isn’t nice to be badgering her girlfriend because you two are friends,”

“I’m glad we keep you around. You solve all our problems at record speed,” joked Emma, raising her glass to cheer with Sabrina. Sabrina gladly clanked her wine glass with Emma’s, Sammi playfully shaking her head. “I second this reminder. You’d also be helping out me and yourself,”

“I would love to, but Athena never learned to listen if you haven’t already figured it out,” mumbled Sammi, drinking the chilled wine.

“That’s probably the one thing I don’t like about her, but in this case, it comes from a place of love. Please still try though,” told Emma to Sammi, giving her a lopsided grin.

“What really is the worst thing if at least Athena knew about Nikki and you?” asked Sabrina.

“Athena would tell Tommy, Tommy would tell Vince, and Vince would yell at my ass. And a mad Vince is the last thing I want in my life,” informed Sammi, refilling for a second glass of wine.

“You really care what Vince thinks or you just don’t want to deal with his shit?” added Emma, scrunching her eyebrows at Sammi. Sammi thought about it for a moment, not knowing if she just never wanted to hear from Vince ever again.

“It’s more of I’ve been a bitch to him for 6 months, so I don’t want him to think I’m two-faced. Because I know his mind will run wild like it always has with Nikki,” admitted Sammi, shrugging her shoulders.

“You can’t be two-faced if all you did was have sex when you were single. You chose Vince and he fucked up. He still needs to know that and be reminded from time to time. Like at the meeting,” said Sabrina.

“The one moment I wished I worked at that fucking office,” utter Emma, gulping her last bit of wine. “Since we are on the topic of Vince, have you ever thought about talking to him? You don’t think you deserve some answers?”

“I have but I don’t know how to talk to him without sounding like a bitch anymore. It’s almost as if he made me get an attitude and Nikki made it worse,” pondered Sammi, pushing the last of her around with a fork.

“Like that poor poor Jessica girl you read to filth?” joked Emma, giggling louder at Sammi scowl to her. Emma shrugged her shoulder with a playful smile.

“Maybe you could write down everything you want to know? It could help you keep your thoughts in order instead of going off from your emotions,” suggested Sabrina, wiping the corner of her mouth as she finished her food.

“Emma’s right, you do solve our problems at record speed,” answered Sammi with a soft smile. “I guess that would be a good starting point, and talk before he leaves again… But it’s so nice being mean to him!” whined Sammi, pouting at Sabrina like a little girl. Sabrina shot a look at Sammi that made her quit the pouting and straight her shoulders, almost like a mother. “Fine, I’ll try my hardest to be civil and demand answers with kindness,”

“Atta girl,” encouraged Sabrina, lightly punching Sammi's shoulder. “It could bring you some great closure,”

Sammi smiled to herself, beginning to clear out the dining table with Emma’s help. “Or maybe it’ll just make me sadder than ever,” shouted Sammi, dropping the dirty dishes in the sink to wash later as she drank her wine.

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goddesstiera · 3 years

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The Mantiqueen Menace

Part three of my Captain Nova/Grimm series. Here on AO3

“Hey Captain, you got a sec?”

Nova turned from where she was writing Grimm at her terminal to Nyoka’s entrance into her quarters.

“What’s up?”

“I’ve been asked to take care of a problem mantiqueen and I could use some backup.”

Nova paused. It was technically their day off and mantiqueens were second only to primals in the Things-Nova-would-like-to-avoid list but she wasn’t one to refuse help to her friends and she couldn’t let Nyoka go alone.

“Sure, we can take a little detour. We will see if we can convince one of the others to come too. Just let ADA know where we are headed. Wait, where are we headed?

Nyoka just smiled at her and as she turned to leave, called back over her shoulder, “Stellar Bay.”

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“Grimm!”

As soon as the lift reached the ground, Nova was throwing herself into Grimm’s waiting arms, squealing in delight as he swung her around in a circle.

Nyoka just rolled her eyes at the couple but the corner of her mouth turned up, just a bit.

“Guess what?”

“What?”

“Mr. Sanjar somehow found out what you guys were doing today and it may have been suggested that he send someone to help you guys and I may have volunteered.”

Nova squealed in delight. She and Grimm never got to see each other as much as they wanted and the prospect of getting to spend time together, even working, was wonderful news.

“I'm not gonna turn down another gun. Glad to have you, Grimm.” Nyoka patted him on the shoulder as she walked by, heading into town. “I need to refill my ammo. Meet me by the gate.”

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"So what's the plan?" asked Grimm.

Nyoka stopped and turned towards him. "When we find it, we split up and surround her. Should keep her confused and distracted. Takes a lot of bullets to bring one down and with only three of us we have to be smart about it."

"Why are there only three of us? Where are the others?"

“That one’s on Nova.”

Nova sighed. "I had already promised everyone a day off and no one was willing to give it up."

Sighing again, she held out her left hand, tapping each finger with her right pointer as she listed off her crew. “Max wanted to catch up on some reading, Felix had a date, Parvati was working on some upgrades to the ship, ADA insisted that SAM clean her terminal, don't ask, and Ellie straight up laughed in my face. Almost punched her." The last part was said almost affectionately, as she shook her head and smiled.

Nova and Ellie had a weird relationship and Grimm had yet to decide if they were friends or not. It seemed to vary from day to day. Or maybe he just didn't get their friendship.

“Come on you two, less chatter,” scolded Nyoka who had already started walking again. “You’re gonna announce our arrival to everything in a two mile radius.”

“Yes ma’am,” they replied in unison. This time it was Nyoka who sighed.

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Their plan worked perfectly, at first. Attacks coming from three directions kept the mantiqueen confused and she kept spinning around, never getting too close to any of them until Nova’s gun jammed.

As soon as her shots stopped, the queen spun around and charged at her.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion. Nova turned to run, scrambling to get her shotgun off her back but it was too late. She tried to dodge the attack but the creature was too fast, swinging its clawed arm, slicing her across the back and knocking her to the ground. She didn’t move.

“NOVA!!!” screamed Grimm.

Without thinking, he sprinted towards them and threw his armored body over Nova. The mantiqueen raised her claw again but a well-aimed shot from Nyoka blew a chunk of the arm off. The creature screeched in pain and rage and turned toward her, Grimm and Nova now forgotten.

"Get her out of here," she ordered and Grimm wasted no time in complying, scooping up Nova and bolting to the relative safety of a nearby rock formation. He could hear Nyoka scream followed by a hailstorm of bullet fire. He hoped she would be okay by herself but Nova was his focus right now. He lay her gently down on her stomach and cut away the rest of her ruined jacket and shirt.

The wound was nasty, and blood was pouring from it and a gash on her forehead but he had to push away the fear for her and focus. He slid into his training seamlessly and grabbed Nova’s med kit out of her bag.

He stared down in horror as he realized she only had one adreno for her emergency medical inhaler. Dammit Nova. How could she not have checked her supply before going after a mantiqueen?!

He used it and after what seemed an agonizing eternity, he could see the bleeding begin to slow. He needed to get her back to town as soon as possible but at least she was out of immediate danger.

He dressed her wound with gauze to keep it clean and dared to peek around the rock just as Nyoka finally brought the thing down. The second it hit the ground she came running towards them.

“How is she?”

“She only had enough adreno to get her halfway. Do you have any more?”

“I got one. Didn’t have enough for another after ammo. I get paid after it's done. Don’t wanna pay me and then have me die.”

He hit her with it and then gently scooped her into his arms.

“Let’s go.”

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They made it back to town in half the time it had taken them to get there. They considered taking her to the doc in town but ultimately decided to return to the Unreliable and Ellie’s care.

“Ellie!” Nyoka screamed up the stairs as she had Grimm follow her up them to the mess. Ellie’s head popped out of her room as they reached the top and her eyes widened at the sight of a lifeless Nova in Grimm’s arms.

“What the fuck happened?”

“Mantiqueen got her good and we only had two adreno. She has a nasty gash on her head too. I think she hit it on something when she went down.”

“Goddammit Nova!” Ellie had reminded her before they left to get more but clearly she had forgotten. She could tell you every detail about every hunk of junk she collected but couldn’t remember to have enough medical supplies on hand.

“Lay her on the table.”

She dug around in her med bag and pulled out two more adreno and loaded them into her inhaler.

“Grimm, get me something to clean her up with. Nyoka, go grab a blanket to cover her up. I’ll get these bloody clothes off her.”

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She had just finished washing the last of the blood off her skin when Nova’s eyes finally opened.

Grimm, who had been sitting next to her, holding her hand, noticed first.

“Nova! You’re awake! How do you feel?”

“Like I’ve been trampled by a herd of primals.”

“Just one mantiqueen and you are lucky to still be breathing, although you are gonna be sporting a nasty new scar as a reminder.”

“I’m touched by your concern, Ellie Bellie.”

Ellie, for once, ignored the hated nickname. “What were you thinking going out with that few adreno?!”

Nova winced at her tone.

“Can we not yell? I’ve got a splitting headache.”

“That’s because you cracked your head on something and probably have a concussion.”

“You are welcome to chew me out later but please can we not do this now?”

Ellie wanted to scream, No! We are doing this now, but one look at Nova and all the fight went out of her. Even with the adreno, her body had been through a traumatic injury and it had left her drained and with a brand new scar as a reminder of it forever. She sighed.

“Just get some rest. Grimm can carry you to bed, “ she replied before she walked back to her room and shut the door.

She turned to Grimm, who had remained silent through all of that. “You ok?” she asked tentatively.

“Let’s get you to bed.”

The nonanswer bugged her but she let it go, wrapping the blanket around her and letting him scoop her into his arms. They remained silent for the short trip to her room and he set her down on her bed. He turned and she reached out and grabbed his hand.

“Don’t go,” she whispered.

He squeezed her hand with his. ”I need to take my armor back and report in. I’ll be back right after.”

She nodded in understanding, immediately regretting the movement and lay down to wait.

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She was asleep by the time he returned but his approaching footsteps woke her.

“Grimm?” she called out, her voice heavy with sleep.

“I’m here.” He sat down at the edge of her bed and took her hand, interlacing their fingers.

She waited for him to say something and when he finally did, it was almost too quiet to hear.

“Please don’t do that to me again.”

“It’ll take more than a mantiqueen to take me out,” she said, chuckling. Grimm didn’t find it funny.

“Dammit Nova!” he shouted, causing Nova to jump slightly. It was the first time she had ever heard him raise his voice and she couldn’t keep her shock from showing. He sighed heavily and stood up before continuing much softer. “You almost died and I couldn’t do anything. I feel like I failed you.”

“Is that how you see it?” She wrapped the blanket around her and stood to wrap her arms around him. “No, Grimm. We were going hunting today no matter what. You going with us is the only reason I’m no worse off than a nasty new scar on my back. You SAVED me.”

She reached up and cupped his cheek with her hand and he covered it with his own, holding it in place.

"I don't know what I'd do if I lost you," he whispered as he wrapped his other arm around her waist and held her tight.

She didn’t know what to say. She couldn’t promise him she wouldn’t be in danger again, that she wouldn’t get hurt again. That wasn’t something anyone could promise.

“I’ve never felt like this about anyone before.”

She remained quiet, instead leaning forward and kissing him, pouring everything she couldn’t say into it.

His hand dropped from holding hers against his cheek to her waist and pulling her even tighter against him. Her arms snaked their way around his neck as she deepened the kiss, her tongue sliding between his lips.

The blanket slipped away as his hands slowly slid up her naked back until his fingertips accidentally brushed against the raw skin of her scar and she winced, pulling away from him slightly and effectively dumping a bucket of cold water on him as he was brought back to reality.

“Shit!” he cursed, dropping his arms and stepping back from her. “I’m sorry.”

He bent down and retrieved the blanket for her, carefully wrapping it back around her naked body. “You are supposed to be resting. Doctor’s orders.”

She wanted to argue but he was right. Now wasn’t the time for that. “Will you stay?”

“As you wish.”

He helped her get settled in bed and kissed her forehead before taking a seat on the floor. He’d slept in worst positions.

“You can sleep in the bed. It’d be tight but we could make it work.”

“Nova…” he started to argue with her, remind her she was injured but one look in her eyes and he froze. He could see the fear hiding behind them, mirroring the fear he had felt. She didn’t want to be alone. “Move over.”

She smiled in relief and shifted so he could climb in bed behind her, his back pressed against the wall. She turned to face him, using his arm as a pillow, and snuggled into his chest. He carefully wrapped his other arm around her waist, mindful of her scar.

His legs were a little cramped but the feeling of her in his arms, pressed up against him far outweighed any discomfort he felt.

“Goodnight Nova.”

“Goodnight Grimm.”

Nova was asleep almost immediately. The safety and warmth of Grimm was too soothing to fight. He on the other hand, lay awake a bit longer just holding her as she slept, reminding himself that she was fine. He buried his nose in her hair and breathed in her smell until the rhythmic sound of her breathing lulled him finally to sleep. It was the best night’s sleep either of them had ever had.

#the outer worlds #the outer worlds grimm #grimm/nova #my writing

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keplerspacecraftofficial · 4 years

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Boy In The Bubble

Virgil comes home late with a nosebleed. It's bad enough being the New Kid, but can't he get through his first day without being someone's target?

WARNINGS: u!Remus, antagonist!Remus, u!King Creativity, abus!ve parent, abuse mention, violence (fistfight), blood (nosebleed), alcohol, alcohol abuse, ask for anything else!! Don’t like don’t read!!

Read on Ao3

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Song is “Boy in the Bubble” by Alec Benjamin, from which I stole the title!! this fic is a little bit old but i hope it’s enjoyed!!

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It was 6:48 I was walking home

Stepped to the gate and I'm all alone

I had chicken on the plate but the food was cold

Then I covered up my face so that no one knows

I didn't want trouble

I'm the boy in the bubble

But then came trouble

Virgil Sanders walked home slowly. His head was tilted up to try and keep his nose from bleeding on his hoodie. No one was around to see him, so he made it inside without confrontation before making it to the kitchen to put paper towels up his nose and check on the leftovers his dad had left. Cold chicken under tinfoil wrap. He covered it back up and went into the living room.

When my mom walked into the living room

She said boy you gotta tell me what they did to you

I said you don't wanna know the things that I had to do

She said son you gotta tell me why you're black and blue

Patton was home half an hour later. “Virgil?” His face appeared in the living room doorway. “Virgil— oh my god,” he hurried over and cupped Virgil’s face in his hands. “Virgie, what happened?!”

Virgil tilted his head back towards the TV. “Nothing. It’s not important.”

Patton grabbed the remote and turned off the reruns of Parks and Rec. “Kiddo, are the other kids picking on you? Because we know Mr. Picani from the office. We could talk to him.”

“Dad,” Virgil’s voice was soft. “It’s fine. I don’t care.”

Patton’ brow was furrowed as he ran a thumb over Virgil’s bruised cheek. “Can you at least tell me what happened?”

Virgil sighed.

I said I didn't want trouble

I'm the boy in the bubble

But then came trouble

”Look, man,” Virgil backed up. “I don’t want trouble.”

“I don’t want twouble,” Remus Duke-Prince mimicked, laughing. “Fuckin’ prissy city boy. Ever been in a fight?”

“Yeah,” Virgil backed up even further, almost tripping. “Big ass guys. Sent them home crying t’ mama.”

“My ass,” Remus shoved him. Virgil hit the concrete.

And my heart was pumping

Chest was screaming

Mind was running

Air was freezing

Put my hands up

Patton frowned. “Has no one reported this Remus kid?”

“They won’t do anything about it. Remus has a record, they can’t stop him anymore.”

“And his parents?”

“No clue. Not like they’ve ever tried to stop it.”

I told this kid I'm ready for a fight

Punch my face

Do it 'cause I like the pain

Every time you curse my name

I know you want the satisfaction

That's not going to happen

Knock me out

Kick me when I'm on the ground

It's only going to let you down

I'm the lightning and the thunder

You're the one that suffers

Virgil’s head hit the concrete. He groaned and sat up to find Remus already leaning over him. “Pussy.”

“Only pussy’s the one beating up a kid half his size.” A sneaker digging into his ribs. “Alright, fine, I’m getting up.”

Well I squared him up with my chest exposed

He threw a quick left hook

And it broke my nose

I had thick red blood running down my clothes

And a sick sick look 'cause I liked it though

He struggled out of his bag, got up again, and stood up straight with his hands out in front of him like the boxers on TV. Remus ignored all of that and punched him in the nose so hard Virgil hit the ground again, seeing stars. He put a hand against his nose and it came away red. Virgil smiled and almost chuckled.

“Freak,” Remus frowned and prodded him with his foot again.

I said I didn't want trouble

I'm the boy in the bubble

But then came trouble

And my heart was pumping

Chest was screaming

Virgil’d taken enough hits to knock out anyone else. He stayed on the ground, out of breath and bruised all over.

“You dead, pussy?” The same foot kicking his ribs every time he stayed down for more than a couple seconds.

“You used…” long breath in “…pussy. Already.”

“Dipshit.” A solid kick to the ribs. “Get out of here before I kill you.”

“Gladly.” Virgil staggered to his feet, grabbed his bag, and ran out as fast as he could with his ribs feeling like they did.

Mind was running

Air was freezing

Put my hands up

I told this kid I'm ready for a fight

“So, yeah.” Virgil summed up. “I dunno if my nose is broken.”

“Oh, love,” Patton pulled Virgil into a hug. “I’m so sorry, kiddo. Remus sounds like he needs a long talk with the principal. “

“Yeah,” Virgil mumbled into his neck.

———o0o———

It's 6:48 he's walking home

With the blood on his hand from my broken nose

Remus Duke-Prince walked home slowly. He wiped his bloodstained hands on the neighborhood’s plants before listening to the door of the trailer.

But like every other day he was scared to go

Back to his house

Because his pop was home

He opened the door slowly. “Hey, Dad.”

Romulus Duke glared at him blearily, a whiskey bottle in his hand and some bullshit fake news station running on TV. “Where’ve you been.”

“Football practice.” He’d quit football practice weeks ago.

Drowning his troubles in whiskey bubbles

Just looking for trouble

“Hm.” Romulus looked back at the TV. “Getting good grades?”

“Yeah.” He tried on his tests, but he had 8 Cs and 2 Ds.

“So if I call the school, they won’t say you’ve been a lazy shit?”

“Yeah.” Romulus had only ever called the school once. Remus still had scars.

“Good.” He grunted and turned back to the TV. “Dinner’s on the table.”

He knew it was reheated TV dinners. “Thanks.” Remus moved towards the bathroom, dropping his bag by the table.

Well there's no excuse for the things he did

But there's a lot at home that he's dealing with

Because he's dad's been drunk since he was a kid

And I hope one day he'll say to him

Put down those bubbles

And that buckle

And this broken bubble

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