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heyyyy...how are you doing.????

I was just wondering that if you have the idea of writing one shots for static verse , could you.. maybe write something where static takes Bucky as her date to her Harvard reunion...

may be when she was studying , everyone used to be so jealous of her cuz she is basically a sassy smartass...but now in the reunion they are acting so nice because she is a lawyer/avenger.. Definitely faking niceness...

and Jamie boy being too proud of his girl...

The Class of '92 | b.b

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader, Tony Stark x Stark!Reader (siblings)

Genre: Fluffy with a chance of angst.

Summary: Y/n goes to the Harvard Reunion to reap the benefits of the alumni fees she's been giving out for the last three and a half decades.

(This takes place after the events of Static: Get, Set, Glitch. However, it can be read as a stand-alone piece. But it’s fun. I promise.)

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Recreational Drug Use, Mentions of Sex, Minors DNI, 18+ Only.

a/n: I think I strayed a little away from the original premise? I'm sorry?

Bucky Barnes, The Boyfriend (other one-shots) | The Falcon, The Winter Soldier and Static | Static: Get, Set, Glitch | Static Verse Masterlist

If she were being completely honest, she never entertained the idea of going to her class reunions. The whole ‘being-half-alien-aging-like-a-nebula-and-looking-the-same-for-years-on-end’ thing kinda took the wind out of her sails whenever she even thought about accepting the invite.

But that was then.

Now people know who she is, what she is. No more reasons to hide, no Ross on her ass trying to hunt her down for the Accords, no giant purple grape looking alien knocking at the door threatening to burn the world down, no younger brother constantly being confused as her older brother.

Fuck. She’ll never get used to that.

The moment the invitation popped up on her laptop screen, her first reaction was to call Tony.

“You’ve got Tony Stark. I’m probably busy saving the world or curing a hangover. You can leave a message at the beep but I only get back to people if they’re hot. F.R.I.D.A.Y. will delete your message if you’re not. You’ve been warned.” The pre-recorded voice-message cut off with a beep.

Exhaling harshly, she spoke softly, “I was calling to ask you if you wanted to go to my reunion with me. Free booze, snobby assholes, jealous losers who hate me for being smarter, and did I mention the free booze? Totally your scene.” She fidgeted with the folder on her desk, nervous about a voicemail. “But you’re busy… being a dead dick so… So I guess I’ll just skip it this year as well.”

Life had other plans, though.

Well, her beloved boyfriend James Bucky Barnes did.

“I can go with you?” He offered.

“What?” she asked him, confused.

“To the reunion,” he answered easily, his eyes still fixed on the omelet he was making for her. “I can go with you. Can’t guarantee I’ll be as fun company as your brother, but I can show you a good time. Pull out all the stops, be the trophy husband of a lifetime.” He smiled at her then. “Only if you want to, though.”

And now here they were.

“This was a bad idea,” she comments, sipping on her drink.

“Why?” Bucky asks her, more confident than her—which don’t get her wrong was hot as fuck, but very unlike them.

“They’re all… they’re all—”

“Old?” Bucky finished with an amused smile.

She couldn’t help the smile that slipped out.

He looks good, comfortable and sen-fucking-sational. He’s wearing a black tux with a white shirt and black bowtie. She’d been a little too busy trying to decide what to wear to have noticed him changing into the outfit. Eventually, having finalized on a white twill suit and a blood red silk shirt with a matching tie, she stepped out of her room. And he was a fucking vision.

Looking at him might just be her favourite hobby. She could pursue that shit as a vocation.

“That happens sometimes.” Bucky tells her. “People do get old, you know?”

She looks around at the crowd. They’re at the prime location for people watching, standing at the bar, far in the corner of the vast room. The lights are dim, only sprinkles of yellow scattered around the venue, the rest is overshadowed by a sea of ocean blue. So, she takes the moment, the isolation and takes a while to soak in his words.

‘People do get old.’

“Yeah… yeah. I know,” she responds solemnly.

He takes a moment too, not to look at the crowd. Bucky seldom looks at anything with interest apart from her. He does the same now, he looks at her, studying the expression on her face. With his assessment done, he says, “I’ve never seen you nervous before.”

“I’m not nervous,” Y/n bites back, scolding him with absolutely no heat whatsoever.

“I’ve never seen you anxious before,” he amends.

Rolling her eyes, “I’m not anxious.”

“Scared?”

She has to look at him then. Brows furrowed, she frowns.

Bucky throws up his hands instantly, admitting his mistake with an adorable smile.

“I used to steal Bruce’s homemade tacos before he learned to control the Hulk,” she smiles too. “I’m not afraid of anything.”

He takes a step closer to her, his words are softer when he speaks but bold enough for her to hear with ease. Gently placing his hand on the small of her back, he asks, “Then what’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“I wasn’t exactly… well, let’s just say there’s a reason I avoided going to class when I was in college,” she answers. Bucky’s face scrunches up at the insinuation.

But before he can enquire about it any further, before she can warn him, a voice cuts in.

“That was because you used to be a facetious little know-it-all,” the man comments. “You didn’t need the classes anyway.” He smiles, and there is no warmth in it.

Bucky must notice because his arm tightens just a little around her.

This was bound to happen sooner or later. She decides to roll with the punches. She knew what she was getting into when she came here.

“Charles Walton,” she greets him with a smile, just as dead as his. “Been a long time.”

“I’d say the same, but you look exactly the same as you did back then—not a hair out of place. I’m not sure time even passed,” he jokes, or well he tries.

“What can I say? It’s the price of being an Avenger,” she bites back.

He laughs, a hollow thing. “Hey, Milkovich!” He yells out over her head. “Guess who showed up!”

Well, fuck.

That one shout is enough to draw the attention of the entire class of 92. Cause almost instantly there’s a crowd gathered around Bucky and her. There’s chuckles and whispers among them—some are bewildered at her presence while others seem itching to make this a battlefield.

“Ah, the famous Avenger,” a female voice chimes in. “You're famous around these parts, you know?” She takes a couple steps closer to them. Assessing her from head to toe, “Not just for being an Avenger, but being so elusive that you didn’t show up for a single reunion… But at least now we know why.”

“Nice to see you too, Seline,” Y/n tells her, calm and centered.

“Shit, Stark!” Mickey Milkovitch balks. “You look the fucking same!”

And fine, she can take it from Milkovich. The guy was always crass but never rude. He just lacked a fucking filter.

So the smile that she smiles is open and kind. “Thanks, Mick. I could say the same about you.” She’s not lying. The guy looks pretty good for his age… and for the copious amount of alcohol she remembers him consuming during every party and every lecture.

“Not as good as you, holy shit! You really don’t age, do you?” He asks and it’s genuine so again, he gets a pass.

Nodding, “Not enough. My telomeres don’t work right, I think. Rest of me is human… mostly.”

And Mickey seems to take a lot of pleasure in her answer—smiling, he holds up his glass to cheers. She meets him with her own glass.

“Can’t lie, it’s a surprise to see you here,” another woman speaks up. “We thought we’d seen the last of you at the graduation.”

“Sorry to disappoint you, Candace. I saw the invite and I just couldn’t help myself,” Y/n bites back.

“Didn’t have time for us before?” Candace Huston asks.

“Ah.” Y/n never really liked these snobby prep school kids. Even after all these years, they’ve somehow managed to not change at all. She doesn’t know why she expected them to. “I was a little caught up.”

“Saving the world?” Archer Bass suggests, mocking.

“Yes,” Bucky cuts in before she can form some modest version of that answer. She can always count on him to stump the opposition while she reloads. “That’s the day job. Doesn’t pay as well as whatever it is you guys have been doing. And oh! Odd hours, really odd. But it’s good work, wouldn’t you say, sweetheart?”

She smiles, finding comfort in the warmth of his gaze. “Could’ve been worse. Could’ve been a Personal Injury Lawyer.” Bucky smiles at that and fuck if that doesn’t just rile her up. “Oh! I almost forgot, this is my boyfriend—”

She’s cut off by Charles ‘Chickenshit’ Walton, “The Winter Soldier. We know who he is.”

“At least he’s a looker,” Seline snickers. “I’ll give you that.”

“The two of you make a great couple—The Winter Soldier and Static, ex assassin and ex assassin,” Candace adds with a snide smile. There’s more catty bullshit like that from the rest of the crowd but she kinda zones out.

And fuck it all to hell.

Her entire college life was avoiding these fools.

All her life she’d watched shows about the shitshow that is high school. She hadn’t attended it, of course but Harvard was supposed to be her first try. It was supposed to be her playing her hand at being utterly and completely normal, one with the crowd. College wasn’t supposed to be as brutal as highschool but not as uncaring as a desk job. It was supposed to be an easy middle between the two. Part of her was excited even. But the reality wasn’t all that movies made it out to be.

They were snobs, the fucking lot of them. Always looking at every tiny little detail, studying it a microscope, planning and scheming to find a chink in her armour just to break her down. She didn’t understand why then. Why they didn’t like her, why she was the outsider. Because despite everything she wasn’t exactly that different from them, not to their knowledge at least. Howie was fucking loaded, ipso facto she was too. None of them knew her past but everytime they looked at her their eyes were always hungry, always searching for some weakness.

She gets it now.

It wasn’t hunger. It wasn’t some twisted version of distrust.

It was straight up jealousy.

They were jealous of her.

They were jealous of her back then and if possible they are even more jealous of her now.

Y/n just laughs. She can’t help it, okay? It’s hilarious.

She really, genuinely believed at one point in her life that these fucking dipshits would figure out her secret, when all they were looking for was a way to top the class. These are some of the smartest individuals she’s come across—graduates of Harvard Law. Fuck! They were just kids fighting for brownie points when she was fighting for her freedom. God fucking damn it, she’s been so damn dumb.

So she laughs.

Bucky looks at her for a second, raises his brow in concern. She waves her hand at him, letting him know she’s fine. It’s just funny.

“Something funny, Stark?” Archer asks, wearing a smile on his face that contradicts his tone which is just a little too shrill to be considered calm.

She shakes her head but continues chuckling.

“Don’t wanna share it with the rest of the class?” Charles bites. “Guess some things just don’t change.”

Y/n laughs a little harder. “My god, Charlie. You sure I’m the only one not aging here? Cause you sound like a sullen teenager.” She waves off his response before he can even form one. “Anyway, as I was saying, this is my boyfriend, Sergeant James Buchanon Barnes.” She drops a kiss on his cheek. “You can call him Sergeant Barnes… Well, except Milkovich. He’s just Barnes to you, Mick.”

Mickey seems pleased with her words, “Nice to meet you, Barnes.” He extends his hand to Bucky who takes it without hesitation. “Always thought your arm was really cool.”

That one throws Bucky a little. He looks back at her, eyes big and a sneaky curve of his lip. It screams, ‘Where the fuck did you find this guy?’ But like she said, no filter on that one.

“Why does Milkovitch get special treatment?” Seline rebukes her.

Y/n just shrugs. “Cause he wasn’t a dick to me in college?” Isn’t it obvious?

“Excuse me?” Candace exclaims like the hit was personal. “We were never anything but generous, which was more than what you deserved considering the shit you pulled.”

“One, that is wildly inaccurate. You were all dicks, all of you. But I don’t think I blame you for it, pompous kids do what pompous kids see. And two, what shit did I pull?” She waves at the bartender asking for a refill.

“You are seriously going to pretend you don’t know?” Archer throws back.

Taking the last sip from her drink she sets the now empty glass down on the nearest table. “Yes, enlighten me.”

“You were sleeping with Professor Keating to get the answers to all the tests,” Charles answers, disdain clear on his face.

“I—” She looks from his face to Bucky's, who feigns shock before breaking into a smile.

Charles cuts her off. “You hid it well enough but everyone knew you spent most of the free time between classes in his office. You scored well in every single one of his tests, which were impossible to crack and he was always so very eager to call on you in class.” He scoffs. “We were never able to find any concrete evidence to pin you down, we’ll give you that. But that doesn’t mean we were naive enough not to see it.”

“I—” She begins laughing again. “Professor Keating.” Fuck.

“What’s so fucking funny, Stark?” Archer pushes her. Well, he tries but before he can grab the collar he was reaching for, Bucky’s metal arm is already pulling him off.

“Easy there, cowboy,” Bucky warns.

“Get your hands off me!” Archer tries to brush Bucky off, pushing him back, trying desperately to get out of his grip, but come on. It’s Bucky. “What do you think you’re doing?!”

“Saving you the ass beating of a lifetime, buddy boy. Be glad it’s me and not her,” Bucky comments causally as he twists Archer’s arm behind his back.

“It’s fine, Sunshine. Let him go,” she coos at him sweetly.

And because he’s Bucky, he urges Archer to take a few steps away from her and then simply lets him go.

“Are you still mentally unstable?! How dare you touch me? I’m gonna sue your Nazi ass for that!” Archer warns.

“I mean, you can try. But he’s got a great lawyer,” Y/n tells him, grabbing her new drink from the waiter. She takes a sip. “Got him pardoned for countless assassinations. You think assault is where I lose that battle?” The blood drains from Archer’s face, all the color is gone. “And as for the Professor Keating matter,” she giggles again, before forcing herself to compose. “He was ex-KGB. I used to hang out with him after class to find out if he knew the updated location of HYDRA bases.”

“Ex-KGB?” Seline asks, just as pale as Archer.

“You expect us to buy that bullshit story? His name was Arthur Keating for Christ’s Sake!” Candace shouts.

“Which he changed when he asked for political asylum here. His real name was Boris Levitsky. His family was murdered by HYDRA when he couldn’t free some official high in their ranks. After that he was fairly willing to spill all about them,” Y/n explains.

“To a college student?” Charles question, clearly not buying it.

“To an undercover S.H.I.E.L.D. operative,” she corrects.

“You were an undercover S.H.I.E.L.D. operative back then?” Bucky asks her, reclaiming his position next to her with a steady arm around her waist.

“No,” she tells him. “But he didn’t know that.”

Bucky’s face breaks into a proud smile. The sprinkles of yellow around the venue seem to be attracted to her sun. They fall softly on his face, lighting up the curve of his cheekbones, the smile lines around his lips. He seems so much more comfortable in his skin than he used to before. And he shines brighter, if that was even possible. She thinks maybe she’ll have to carry sunglasses around from now on.

“How the fuck did you score so well then?” Seline question, furious at the revelation.

“Did you guys ever think maybe she’s just that fucking smart?” Bucky throws out, kissing her forehead. “My sweetheart’s a fucking genius!” He leans in closer. “A lesser man would be very intimidated by that, you know?”

He’s so close, she can taste his scent on the tip of her tongue. The smell of summer in the woods, and remnants of leather. It drives her insane.

“A lesser man, huh?” She teases. “You’re not intimidated by it then?”

“Oh I am,” he tells her. “Just not very intimidated.”

God, he’s so fucking beautiful.

“Hey! Lovebirds! We’re not done here,” Charles jumps in.

Rolling her eyes and reluctantly turning back to face the asshat, she asks, “What do you want?”

“Winter Soldier here might think you’re all that, but I know better.” He looks like he’s about to spontaneously combust into flames purely out of anger. “You’re not that smart. Unlike you, some of us worked hard to get where we are. We didn’t rely on fake daddy’s money to make something of ourselves.”

Now that’s just stupid. “Charlie… Come on, man. Howard Stark was not my father, he was my best friend, I just needed a cover. And his money got me nowhere. And, and! The fucker went and got killed before I even graduated.” Bucky’s head falls at the mention, but her time at college was too closely knit to his passing for her to not mention it. “But even after all that if you think I got in because he bribed the board—I didn’t fucking graduate Summa Cum Laude by kicking my feet and batting my eyelashes. I barely came to college to even do that with perfect follow through. That was my dropping-acid-and-doing-fireball-shots phase. I’m surprised to be alive, honestly.” She takes a step towards him. “Maybe in retrospect it seems like everything was handed to me on a silver platter now that my life seems so glorious on the outside, but that wasn’t the case, dude. Part of me wanted to be a lawyer so I could fight for my freedom if the time ever came.”

“Freedom from what, Stark?!” He yells out. “Your life is fucking perfect! You’re an Avengers, governments step aside to make way for you. You’ve got a super hot boyfriend who can clearly throw a punch, what more could you possibly want?”

Tony.

I want my brother back.

The answer is right there, on the tip of her tongue. But they don’t need to know it. They don’t really deserve it. Not their fault—most people don’t.

So, instead she steps back, clasps her hands into Bucky’s. “Nothing, actually. You’re right. I couldn’t ask for more.” Someone in the back catches her eye then. “Lighten up, Charlie.” She looks around at the rest of them. “You’re supposed to be the brightest minds of the nation, not petty fucking 6th graders. Lighten the fuck up, kids. I assure you there are worse things to be than fucking Harvard graduates.” She pulls Bucky by the hand and this hunk of a man follows along without an ounce of hesitation, as always. She yells out without turning “I’d say it was nice to see you guys, but it really fucking wasn’t.” But then her steps halt. She turns, “All except you, Milkovitch. It really was nice to see you again. Call me sometime, we should catch up.”

“I don’t have your number,” Mickey replies innocently.

She smiles. “Fine then, I’ll call you.”

“You don’t have my number.”

Her smile just turns mischievous.

Mickey picks up instantly. “Of course,” he says, a little embarrassed. “World class spy—I forgot.”

Hugging the man quickly, she turns and grabs Bucky by the hand again and begins walking off.

“This was amazing! Let’s do this again next year,” Bucky yells out, waving at the gaping faces they’ve left behind.

“Shut up, James.” She hushes him without heat.

“Where you taking me, sweetheart?” He asks, but there is no real curiosity in his question.

So she says as much. “You don’t really seem that curious about it.”

“I’m asking for the fuck of it—to hear you talk. I love hearing you talk.”

“Sap.” She’s smiling.

“I’ll follow you anywhere, don’t care where you take me,” he promises.

They’ve stopped walking, her target is in her eyesight so she’s all too worried. So she takes the moment to drink him in.

“FUCKING SAP,” she chides, pushing him a little.

Bucky (pretends to) stumble. “Only for you. Always for you,” he tells her, honest and true. He covers the distance between them with a few short steps. His hand comes to caress her jaw, gently—always so gently. He leans in. His lips brush against her as he speaks, “Till the end of my days, sweetheart.”

“Till the end of mine,” she corrects him and then closes the gap.

The best thing about kissing Bucky is that it always feels like the first time. No matter however many times she kisses this boy, every time it feels overwhelmingly new. It feels like her mind is melting, like she’s turning to mush under his hands—one flesh, the other metal. He always knows how to give her exactly what he craves, maybe because she mostly just craves him.

With one hand on her cheek, the other on the small of her back, Bucky pulls her in closer. His tongue tastes of whiskey, but his lips are all him. They are delectable enough to eat. It takes everything in her not to bite down too hard. But she can’t resist the urge to pull his lip between her teeth, biting just hard enough to leave them red. He kindly obliges by slipping his tongue into the mix. He’s so hungry for her, he’s always so fucking hungry for her.

Absent-mindedly she thinks maybe he feels it too. The inexplicable newness in the repeated action of kissing each other. Because hunger like that—hunger like his, seems insatiable. She would give away all of herself to it. Let him consume her whole. She will do just that… Just not here, not now.

Reluctantly, with great strength and determination, she pulls herself away.

Bucky, this fucker, whimpers. “What?” He whines.

She can’t help but chuckle. “I need to one thing then we can just get the fuck out of here and do more of that—a lot more of that.”

He pretends to think for a second but she already knows she’s won him over. “Fine,” he says after a beat. “What do you need?”

“An answer,” she tells him, before fixing herself a bit and walking over to the woman who’d caught her eye before.

She’s a tall woman, short black hair—a pixie cut that she pulls off flawlessly. She’s standing alone, smoking in the open area of the venue, looking out at the scene ahead of them.

Y/n approaches her cautiously. “Jeri Hogarth,” she calls out, making the woman turn. “You’re a hard woman to reach.”

“Y/f/n Stark.” Jeri doesn’t even turn to look at her. She keeps on staring straight ahead, smoking. “Did you ever consider, maybe I didn’t want to be reached?”

Y/n lets go of Bucky’s hand, but not before giving it a gentle press as a promise to come back soon. She walks up next to Jeri. “I did consider that possibility, but couldn’t bring myself to care about it, unfortunately.”

And then, finally Jeri turns to look at her, “What do you need for me? I mean it must be something big if you decided to show up here.”

Y/n shrugs. “It’s not big, I wouldn't say. I think it’s more that it’s… urgent?” That seems to intrigue Jeri, she cocks her brow in question. And Y/n answers, “I need to speak with Danny Rand.”

That seems to throw Jeri off. “I—I don’t know where he is. Besides, if you want his business—”

“It’s not about Rand Enterprises, Hogarth.” She clicks her tongue in disappointment. Nothing that fucking arbitrary would bring her here. “I want to talk to Danny’s friend. I want to talk to the Iron Fist.”

“I don’t—” Jeri looks like she’s at a loss for words which, yeah, a fairly new look on her. Y/n had very rarely seen Jeryn Hogarth lose her calm in class. They shared a lot of them, and while she wasn’t exactly kind to Y/n, she wasn’t unkind either.

“I know that you know, Jeri. I also know about Jessica Jones and… Kilgrave.” Y/n doesn’t want to be unkind to her either. “I am sorry about what happened…” Jeri just looks away. “I wouldn’t ask you if it was important, and I wouldn't be looking for Danny if it wasn’t urgent. But I need to talk to him.”

“And you think I can help?” Jeri challenges, finally finding her ground.

But Y/n isn’t here for a fight. “I wouldn’t be asking if I didn’t know you could.”

“Why should I?”

“I don’t have a very good reason for that. I don’t think I have anything of value to you that I could even barter with? But I’ll owe you one,” Y/n offers.

“You’ll owe me one?” She asks, unconvinced.

Y/n shrugs. “Yes.”

“And that’s supposed to be good enough?”

For the second time tonight, Y/n just wears a mischievous smile with furrowed brows.

Jeri seems to understand her without any words being spoken. “Yeah. That’s good enough.” She nods. “Okay, I can try to get a message to him, but there is no guarantee that he’ll respond.”

“He’ll respond,” Y/n answers easily.

Jeri eyes her suspiciously. “So, what’s the message?”

“Just tell him we need to talk,” Y/n answers.

“That’s all?”

“What else am I supposed to fucking say? The peacock rests peacefully in the moonlight?! This isn’t Mission Impossible. I’m not Tom Cruise. I just wanna talk to the dude,” Y/n rebukes.

“Fine,” Jeri tries to calm her down half-heartedly, turning back to the view ahead of her.

“Thanks, Hogarth,” Y/n says one last time before heading out.

Jeri takes out a fresh cigarette and lights it. “Just remember you owe me one.”

With that out of the way, Bucky and Y/n leave the reunion of the class of '92, hand in hand. It’s much later when they’re out for ice cream does Bucky ask the question she had been anticipating the entire night.

“Something was off tonight—before the whole sleeping with the teacher thing.”

She chuckles at his words. “Was there?” She asks.

“Yeah,” he doesn’t let her dodge it. “You wanna talk about it?” He does give her the option to opt out. He’s so considerate, how can she deny him anything?

They are sitting on the curb outside the 24 hour ice cream shop. They are bathed in the harsh light from the streetlight. Bucky, she thinks, somehow manages to still look pretty in that. He has a chocolate ice-cream cone in his hand that’s melting away at a matching speed to the vanilla cone in hers. They’d spent a little too long lost in each other’s mouths to focus on the ice-cream in a timely fashion. Both of them are now trying to furiously make up for that.

It takes her a moment to find the words. “I… It’s hard looking around at the room and seeing so many people who are… who are…”

“Old?” Bucky supplies again.

She shakes her head, laughing and trying to lick the ice cream off the cone—save it from falling. “No, Jamie. Not that.”

“Then?” He prompts, leaning to lick the leftover ice cream off her fingers.

Taking in a long breath, she musters up her courage and begins. “Tony’s the same age as Milkovitch. Or well, Tony would have been.” Bucky’s eyes turn softer in an instant. “It’s weird to see it—people who used to be young, who used to look like me, a crowd that I could have blended into seamlessly become old and gray. I mean, I lived it with Tony but I was there to see it day in and day out. He aged in front of my eyes, so it felt—it felt…”

“Natural?” Bucky offers.

And yeah. Yeah, it did. So, she nods. “Natural,” she agrees. “I remember when I noticed his first gray hair,” she laughs. “I freaked the fuck out but I didn’t want to tell him, cause that seemed fucking shallow, you know? I tried to hide it but man, I don’t think I was doing a good job ‘cause two days later the poor kid had dyed it black—that one single strand.” Bucky laughs too. “I think he figured out why it was freaking me out and that was his way of—I don’t know—calm me down, maybe?” She clicks her tongue at the thought. “The wrinkles were an easy adjustment. It began with smile lines, crinkles around his eyes every time he’d laugh at a joke, so it was…”

“Comforting?” Bucky suggests, once again giving her the words she can’t seem to find.

She rests her head on his shoulder then, “Yes. It was okay after that—especially after Pepper. Watching him age began feeling like a privilege. It felt like he was growing old instead of, you know, dying?”

Bucky nods. “Are you worried about that now? With me?” She punches him in the side. “FUCK! What was that for?”

She pulls back to face him, “I am not thinking about that shit yet!”

“Oh I’m sorry!” Bucky yells out annoyed and animated. “I was just drawing the LOGICAL conclusion to the conversation, but of course, that was stupid.”

“You’re such a little shit, James,” she rebukes him, shoving him and getting back on her feet.

“I’m a shit?! What did I do?!” He gets up as well. “We keep making grand promises about how we’ll love each other to the end of your days because you’ll obviously live longer.”

“BUCKY, DON’T SAY THAT!” She begins walking towards their motorbike parked in the parking lot.

He follows behind, “It’s not breaking news, Y/n! It’s inevitable.”

“Bucky!”

“But I have a plan!”

That makes her halt. She turns to face him, he almost runs into her. “What’s the plan?”

He smiles all cheeky and insolent. “Freeze me for a decade once in a while.” She can’t believe her ears.”Put me in the fridge every ten years or so for a decade and then pull me out. I’m also open to being in the freezer for a year with a two year gap in the middle as well.” She wants to punch him again. “I haven’t done the math on which will make me live longer but both will definitely extend my lifespan significantly.” She is going to punch him again. “I age a little slower anyway, this was I think we could extend this relationship into the next millennium at leas—” She punches him again. “FUCK! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ONE FOR NOW?”

Turning around, she begins walking off again. “You’re not ice-cream, Jamie. I’m not fucking freezing you!” She cans the ice-cream in her hand, having lost her appetite.

He follows her again. “I have another plan!”

“Shut up, Barnes!”

“What if we ask Banner to make me body like you guys did for Vision?! Put my consciousness in there?” Bucky asks as they reach their motorbike.

She pulls out the keys, handing them off to Bucky. “What made him capable of emotions was the Mind Stone, you got any spare of those lying around?”

Bucky hops on the bike and then thinks for a second, “Steve told me you guys put Zola in a big computer kinda thing.” She gets on behind him. “What if we did that? I know our sex life might suffer but—”

She punches him right under his ribs..

“STOP FUCKING PUNCHING ME! These ideas are golden.”

She punches him again.

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dreamcatcherrs · 3 years

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what catches their eyes/attracts them?; mcyt x reader

+ this is in no way factual information, only my very weird and specific opinions :)

dream:

free-spirited people

someone who isn't afraid to speak their mind

confidence, to a certain extent

someone he can be loud with

someone who will wake up in the middle of the night with him to go on a car drive to nowhere

the colour blue (dnf👀)

clean and fresh-looking clothes

satin fabric

big height difference

the smell of citrus fruits

large smiles

silver jewellery

small hands

smart people who aren't afraid to show it

george:

calm, laid back people

someone quiet, but still able to have a laugh

very friendly vibes - even when first meeting them

the colour blue (literally the only interesting colour he's able to see lol)

bright eyes

lip gloss

flower print

slightly shy people who are actually easy to interact with once you start a conversation with them

pastel-coloured nails, not too long

pink-tinted lips

ponytails

the smell of vanilla

puppy eyes

sapnap:

energetic people

someone who can hype up their friends no matter the situation

the colour red

like, a bloody red

soft skin

full lips

loose shirts over skin-tight tops

when shoelaces have a different colour on each shoe

corsets

a very subtle scent of perfume

thigh highs

someone who just wants to enjoy life with the people they're surrounded by

badboyhalo:

large, bright smiles that spread up to your eyes

freckles

button noses

rose-gold jewellery

french manicures

bangs

slightly shy people

genuinely sweet people

not the fake type that talks shit about people behind their backs and then will compliment them a few seconds after

someone who when they enter a room feels like a breath of fresh air to everyone else

someone completely selfless

the smell of lavender

shiny hair

technoblade:

people who aren't afraid to take the lead

glasses

intellectual people

like, for example people who know a lot of random stuff from a bunch of different things that they're interested in

or also just book smart people

slightly clumsy people (finds it cute)

gold jewellery

someone with some mystery to them

refreshing scents, like clean laundry or shampoo

cat eyes (eyeliner)

wilbur soot:

long legs

chokers

shy people

someone who gets flustered easily

glasses + thin bangs

the colours brown and beige together

baggy, comfy clothes

the smell of newly baked cookies

beanies

the kind of person that makes him feel like he can always talk to them - someone he can feel safe with

birth marks

accents

jschlatt:

smart people

the way they speak is just so clean without even noticing

fox eyes

people who aren't afraid to wear sweatpants in public

generally just someone who isn't afraid to do, say and wear whatever they want

someone who stands for what they think and have the balls to say it when needed

nose rings

simple yet flattering pieces of jewellery

long nails

someone who he can stay up all night with and never get tired of them

high heels

hip dips

corpse husband:

fishnets, of course

someone who give 0 fucks about what everyone else thinks of them

unique people

wether that be physical features or straight up the personality, it draws him in

chokers

chunky, black sneakers or boots

someone who can make him happy without even trying

a positive aura for the most part

as in he doesn't want to be surrounded by someone who’s negative or dragging everyone else down with them

the colour yellow

rings - lots of them

karl jacobs:

a walking ray of sunshine, basically

tbh, karl has a couple of things in common with what corpse is attracted to;

positive energy, uniqueness and rings

a palette filled with bright colours

like, almost rave style colours

that could be clothes, makeup, hair, nails, accessories

chunky, white shoes

selfless people

someone who as each day goes by becomes more charming to him

he likes the smell of candles from bath and body works, as we all know

the colour purple

skeppy:

big eyes

someone who’s able to make him laugh without even trying

tooth gaps

someone who has very playful, innocent vibes to them

and someone who can take jokes and pranks

people who walk confidently

the smell of strawberries

long eyelashes

someone who collects things others usually wouldn’t

someone who is very respectful to others

a mix between really comfy clothes and really feminine clothes

fundy:

someone who comes across as “different” than others

and don't you dare think of ✨I’m not like other girls✨ (I know you did -_-)

he just thinks people who think and act very different than others are very interesting

beauty marks

nicely shaped eyebrows

someone who finds mystical things interesting

fox eyeliner (yes, I put this in here because: furry)

someone who has unusual, yet surprisingly good taste in music

people who are constantly warm

red lips

the colour light brown, almost beige-like

quackity:

someone who gets his humour

someone like him, but more quiet and slightly shy

especially when on screen in front of an audience

sliver necklaces

the smell of flowers

dark, extreme eyeliner

loose clothes

freckles

piercings

someone who teases others and who can handle to be teased by others

the colour dark blue

punz:

the colour grey

a fresh fashion sense

yet still very comfortable fits

messy buns

someone who he just knows will be a cool person before he even talks to them

someone who just has that kinda vibe, y’know?

glossy lips

independent people

someone responsible and caring to others

tattoos

navel piercings

awesamdude:

cropped jackets

the colour neon green

hair put up in a bun

someone with a free nature

someone who is a complete wild card

like, someone who will jump over a fence just to get closer to a bunny they think they saw on the other side of it

loose strands of hair

clear nail polish

cargo pants

the smell of chocolate

slimecicle:

people who have comfort items

someone who knows random facts that no one else usually knows

people who have a unique way of thinking

passionate people

and when they talk about what they’re passionate about, they talk for hours

shorter hair

sweet and nutty scents

natural beauty

fluffy hair

honest people

but not brutally honest

the smell of coconut

eret:

eye glitter/shimmer

silky clothes that shine in the moonlight

platform boots/heels

long, flowy dresses

someone who does whatever they want

and who doesn't like being told what to do by others

the colours pink and dark purple

the smell of the ocean

someone who already knows how to live their life

stretch marks

foolish:

low-cut jeans

someone very silly who knows how to have a good laugh

someone very supportive of their friends

curtain bangs

long-sleeved sweatshirts

someone who loves food

puppy eyes

straight, white teeth

someone who is willing to help others in need

someone who doesn't talk badly about others behind their back

someone who knows what they want

jack manifold:

confidence

white, wide-legged pants

the colour light blue or just pure white

people who are very easy-going and fun to be around

someone who can fit into and understand anyones humour

an open-minded person who likes to hear from other people’s point of views when they have a different opinion than them

butterfly patterns

crop tops

oversized t-shirts

hair beads

tommy:

people who are just as loud as him

and at the same time knows when to be serious

the colours yellow and grey

people who are kind to everyone

creative eyeliner

fluffy hair

people who can get so lost in their own world, they almost forget about their surroundings

colourful accessories

someone who isn't afraid to be who they are

someone who has many passions and loves to talk about them

oversized hoodies

tubbo:

hoodies layered over skirts or dresses

frilly socks

people who are very adventurous, and wants to make their life as interesting as possible!

someone who can help him overcome some of his fears

charm bracelets

cute habits

the colours yellow and orange

dimples

the smell of almond milk and honey

people who twirl their hair unknowingly when bored or unfocused

ranboo:

someone who looks intimidating at first (he thinks people like that are cool as fuck)

but then is, like, the sweetest person he’s ever met

loves someone who can speak fluent sarcasm, just like him

he likes sass

glassy skin

fingerless gloves

people who act cocky for the fun of it

but actually don’t care about winning or losing or proving anything

simplistic earring placements

people who have hidden talents, and the more you get to know them, the more talents are revealed

people who don't gossip

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realcube · 3 years

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'you're..you're wearing that-' he hesitated, swallowing the lump forming in his throat, 'for me?'

navi | taglist | nsfw part two

summary ➵ on your first date with tamaki, he’s already wondering why you romanticise a guy like himself

content warning ➵ reader wear make-up, a dress and the accessories pictured above, very insecure! tamaki, mild angst & fluff

credit ➵ thank you to @suneater18 for the request and the pics belongs to hippieartesanatos

the moonlight penetrated through the sombre clouds which waved overhead, creating a picturesque night sky for you to admire on your date; as if the heavens were smiling down upon you, congratulating you for scoring such a nice guy.

well, at least, that is what you would’ve thought if your date was sooner to start. currently, you were shuffling on a park bench, fidgeting with your phone as your eyes flickered between the screen and the gorgeous sight above you, anticipating when your date will finally arrive so you can admire it together.

however, twenty minutes had passed since nine o’clock — the time you had both agreed to meet each other at — yet you were still sitting alone, tamaki no where to be seen. what make it even worse was that he was ghosting all your messages and calls.

perhaps it was the first-date jitters speaking but there was a voice lurking in the back of your head, whispering that you have been stood-up. however, you were too ashamed to just get up and leave now, so you figured that you may as well call your friend and ask them to join you.

your eyes burned with tears which you choked back as your fingers worked on their own to search your contacts for your friend’s number. there was a part of you that believed you were being to hasty but you truly couldn’t bare to just sit here and act ‘hopeful’ any longer. with shaky hands, you tapped your friend’s contact as your thumb hovered over the phone icon.

“(y/n)!”

you froze upon hearing your name called from a distance, your immediate reaction being to whip your head around to see who — or what — was in such desperate need of your attention that they were willing to yell your name from half-way across the park.

and of course, it was none other than tamaki amajiki himself; dashing towards you at full-speed in a torn suit, muddy shoes and..his hair seemed to be unevenly cut. he wore a determined yet petrified expression as he came hurdling in your direction, a single stray tentacle dragging behind him as he ran.

a smile of both confusion and relief tugged at your lips, the pads of your fingers dabbing lightly under your eyes to rid of any puffy skin or dampness while simultaneously ensuring that you wouldn’t mess up your lashes or eyeshadow.

“tama! you’re here!” you squealed, your hands automatically clasping together in excitement as he approached the bench, about to fall into the seat beside you due to how tired he was but pausing as he watched you spring to your feet and open your arms for a hug. his lips slowly curled into a weak smile, his expression softening and he didn’t waste a single second before throwing his arms around you, pulling you in for as tight of a hug that his worn biceps would allow him to.

despite the fact he reeked of an ungodly amount of body spray, you still basked his embrace since this is the moment you spent the last three hours or so preparing for. you were quite shocked at how shabby he looked but you decided against questioning it, out of courtesy. but on the bright side, it really made you feel better about the outfit you had spent hours styling, yet you were still not completely sure about.

tamaki suddenly pulled away from the hug so he could fall back onto the bench, letting out a hefty sigh and momentarily zoning out in order to catch his breath. you weren’t too sure whether it was appropriate to giggle or pout at the sight so you chose to not do either and instead, just awkwardly stand and stare at him.

a sharp inhale was all tamaki needed before he was finally able to sit up slightly and bow his head, folding his hands to you before blurting out, “i am so sorry i’m late, (y/n)!” and before you could even get a word in, he began his breathless explanation, “i got a small tear in my shirt and mirio said he’ll fix it but he made it even worse. then nejire said she’ll style my hair but she only knew a few male styles and said my hair was too long and before i could say anything she was chopping away at my hair-- and somehow mirio’s dog got ahold of my suit and it made the tears even worse! i was so stress and y’know when i’m stressed i stress-eat, so i began eating fish snacks and before i even knew what was going on, it was nine o’clock. so i ran here as fast as i could and i tried to manifest tentacles to help me move faster but it turns out i didn’t eat enough fish snacks so i only have one tentacle and i can’t even move it properly- look!”

the fact he said all of that in seemingly one breath left you stunned in place, with you eyes fixated on his rapidly moving lips until they instinctively shifted onto his single tentacle, laying dejected by his feet until it started squirming around. however, that was all it seemed capable of doing — squirming.

“uuh,” you hummed, trying your best to stifle a snicker as tamaki was clearly in genuine destress. “it’s fine, tama! i was a bit worried that you wouldn’t show but it doesn’t matter, you’re here now so let’s focus on that.”

your words somewhat calmed him down as his shoulders visibly relaxed, his red eyes tearing off the concrete ground to meet your kind gaze. a slight gasp escaped his lips as he noticed how gorgeous your make-up was, but before he could utter a compliment, his eyes went further downwards as he tried to process the whole of your outfit.

his cheeks immediately burned red at the sight; your stunning purple dress, shimmering heels and matching crystal accessories which were evidently worn to complement his own aesthetic. a certain piece which he was drawn to, was the golden, gemmed ear cuff you wore with pointed tips to form a similar shape to his own ears — one of his biggest physical insecurities.

“you look..” tamaki mused, momentarily cutting himself off to think of a word that would do you justice, “perfect.” his voice was hushed, hardly above a whisper but you were still able to make out what he said and a sheepish grin crept onto your features.

“thank you, baby!” you chirped, perking up slightly and giving him a little twirl, causing a burst of red to explode on his cheeks which he was quick to try cover with his hands. it was moments like these when he wished that hoodies were first-date appropriate, that way he could just sink back into his hood and pretend he doesn’t exist.

“you look really nice too.” there was nothing wrong with a little white lie every now and again. however, it wasn’t even said with the intent of being a lie as you secretly thought that the scruffiness kinda suited tamaki, like, he looked badass! like your prince charming who accidentally fell into a ditch.

your compliment didn’t help the increasing temperature of tamaki’s cheeks either, causing him to slump farther back in his seat as he muttered garbled speech under his breath. it took a good few seconds but eventually he was able to peer at you with a single eye through the inbetweens of his fingers, “a-and i like your little ear cuff thing.

everything he said only widened your beam and make you feel more giddy, to the point where you were practically bounced in place, “thanks, tama! i saw it and immediately thought of you, so i bought it.” you stifled a squeal at how observant tamaki was being, praising all the small details of your attire which you thought would go unnoticed. “i decided to wear it today because remember how you showed me the tie you bought for our date?” you explained, vaguely gesturing at said tie which hung in tatters around his neck, “yeah, so, i thought we could match.”

it took him a few moments to process what you just said and while his brain was running on overdrive, you were met by his rapid blinking and frozen stature. having known tamaki for a while now, you knew how this was a fairly common occurrence when was truly stunned by something, so you allowed him some time in silence to consolidate.

“so..” he started, trembling hand dropping from his face and onto his lap so you could see his whole bashful appearance. his gaze seemed to be trained on the floor, until he finally looked up to reveal the twinkle in his eyes, “you’re..you’re wearing that-” he hesitated, swallowing the lump forming in his throat, “for me?”

the thought that you were ashamed to be with him was something that constantly taunted him from the back of this mind. you were heavenly in a way that his words simply could not describe, though that didn’t stop him from trying. it was beyond him how a person as divine as yourself would even give him the time of day; let alone insist that he was beautiful, leave encouraging notes in his locker, comfort him when he shows even the smallest sign of being upset, give him praise on all the thing he was insecure about and so much more.

when he looked in the mirror, he did not see what you see. he viewed his ears as creepy and not a feature he should put on display, hence a part of the many reasons why he’s so fond of his hood. but here you were, all dolled up in his favourite colour just to showcase that you were with him. your ears decorated with pretty cuffs that made them look a similar shape to his, at first glance.

when he’d walk beside you through the corridors of the school or under the shade of the trees in the park, he’d feel the eyes of jealous passersby burn holes through his skin; despite the fact you weren’t even dating him yet, people just hated seeing a guy like himself by your side, apparently.

he stopped eating before meeting up with you so he wouldn’t have any weird manifestation that could draw attention to himself. he started wearing his hood up at all times so people wouldn’t judge him for his elven ears. he refused to touch you just in case people thought you were dating and became envious of him, which would quickly turn to hatred.

so why would you want to look like him? why would you want people to know that you are on a date with him? why did you act proud to be with him?

you quirked a brow at how confounded he sounded, thinking over your answer with a hum; you wore this outfit for tamaki and yourself because you thought it was pretty and it suited you. however, it didn’t take a genius to figure out that there was no need to give tamaki the full truth right now so instead you allowed him to enjoy his rare surge of confidence by replying with simply, “yeah, for you.”

you weren’t going to be surprised that he was flattered, by now you were well aware that tamaki held all your opinions on him in high esteem so that’s why you always tried to be as nice to him as possible — that, and it was just in your nature to be kind towards him when he’s been nothing but respectful to you back.

however, what you didn’t expect was to hear faint sobs from behind his hands and watch as crystalline tears poured escaped from the inbetweens of his fingers, racing down the back of his hands. “tamaki..” you murmured, reluctantly taking a seat next to him to wrap your arms around, rubbing comforting circles in his shoulders like you usually did when he was sad. although, you weren’t even completely sure that he was disheartened by your statement.

“i’m sorry.” you spoke in a hushed voice, leaning in close to his neck until your nose brushed against his skin, resulting in him tilting his head so it rested upon yours. “are you okay?”

“please don’t apologise.” he croaked, stifling his snivels to try show that he wasn’t upset. “you did nothing wrong. in fact, you’ve done everything right. i’m the one who’s been messing up.” he felt your hand ghost over his own and without a second thought, he intertwined his finger with your own, freeing his other palm to place it on your shoulder and exposing his pale, tear-stained face is the process.

“i know it’s hard but you should tell me what’s on your mind, tamaki.” you hummed, gently caressing the back of his hand with your thumb and planting a kiss on the damp skin of his cheek. his cologne was still suffocating strong but if you were to die, it would ideally be while cuddled up to him, under the celestial night sky.

opening up had never been an easy task for tamaki; especially about a subject that concerned his physical appearance and emotions. but there was a knot in his chest that would simply come undone when he was with you. he couldn’t explain it, but all the barriers and walls he had established to avoid getting his feeling hurt or heart broken would come crashing down whenever he was with you. perhaps it was a familiarity, maybe it was your reassuring presence or might just be pure love and adoration.

either way, he found him himself babbling on about anything and everything that bothered him with little regard for his own pride or secrecy, he voiced every thought that came to his mind in the moment. he told you just about it all — all his problems and insecurities —and you listened, offering him encouragement whenever he’d cut himself off, saying something along the lines of, ‘i-i’ll stop now, i sound silly’ or ‘you’re probably tired of hearing me prattle on’. though, of course you didn’t want him to stop until he had gotten everything off his chest as it was a rare sight for him to talk for such lengths at a time so the last thing you wanted to do was discourage him.

“i just..” tamaki stammered, coming to the end of his passionate ramble, “don’t understand why you want to be seen with me, let alone wear those.” he raised his shaky hand from your shoulder to gesture to your ear cuffs, “don’t get me wrong, they look cute on you, but i just don’t get why you’d want to have ears that look like mine.”

“because yours are beautiful!”

he winced at the compliment and at how sincere you sounded, “well, i’m glad you think that, (y/n).” he muttered, not even having to finish his statement as the dejection in his voice made it obvious that he did not view himself in the same light. his gaze dropped to his feet which were shuffling uncontrollably, “i don’t know why i’m making such i big deal about this. aren’t you annoyed?”

your let go of his hands only to slip them around his neck and pull him into your embrace, you felt him tense up in your arms but slowly allow himself to relax his cheek onto your shoulder. “i’m not annoyed, baby. i get what you mean and it’s horrible that you feel that way.” all tamaki could do would tick his tongue in agreement.

“i know i tell you this all the time but i honestly think you’re so attractive, inside and out. i was so excited when you agreed to date me, i could’ve died of happiness on the spot!” you chirped, momentarily jerked your head backwards so you could peck the tip of his nose, giggling as he scrunched his face up cutely at the sudden touch.

your angelic laugh rung through tamaki’s head, forcing his lips into a smile as he gawked at your adorable action. “i love you..” tamaki uttered, raising his voice ever so slightly to ensure that you heard what he said, “so much.” thanks to you, his sobs were now just mere sniffles into the crook of your neck.

you inhaled sharply, eyes-widening at his words; you would’ve never thought he would be the first on to say ‘i love you’, but you were far from disappointed, in fact you felt yourself melting further into his touch.

you felt his grip on you tighten, his breathing slowly retuning to it’s regular pace as he squeezed his eyes shut, cancelling out all his other senses so he could focus on the way your body felt against his own.

he wanted to be confident. he wanted to take pride in himself for you. he was tired of restless nights filled with tears due to his worries berating him for simply existing in your presence.

it wasn’t going to be easy but he needed to start acting on everything you said. because eventually, it wouldn’t just be for you, it’d be for himself.

and of course, it didn’t go unnoticed by you when he started wearing his hood less often, when he began holding his head up higher as he walks by your side, the way he now shoots warm smiles at people who try to glare at him.

and five years later, how he didn’t bat an eye at deadly glare that the waiter — that had been subtly flirting with you all night — shot at him as he got down on one knee, in front of the whole restaurant.

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karmasuna · 4 years

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Headcanons for Bakugou, shinsou and a character of your choice where they like a foreign aka English speaking reader and they try to keep up being nice in Japanese but they overhear them talking to their friends from home and they're louder, more crass, and a lot more energetic and talking as if they're on their last 3 brain cells if you know what I mean? Maybe the guys overhear how good looking they are or how cool? They should know enough English to get a gist

ahh i accidentally went down the thirst road instead of crackhead really aha i’m so sorry if it isn’t what you wanted, but i had a lot of fun writing this so thank you for the request (^^;)

warnings: implied smut, swearing

Bakugo Katsuki

○ He doesn't really talk to you that much, but he did know of your existence and acknowledged you and knew you were strong

○ When you did interact with him though, you would usually speak with with more of a formal tone and you didn’t use much slang or anything

○ Although your first language wasn’t Japanese, you still insisted on communicating with your classmates only in Japanese so you could practice more

○ And you only knew enough to communicate with them and didn’t really know a lot of casual words to express your emotions properly

○ That gave off the illusion that you were a very polite and timid person

○ So when one time he walks past your room and hears you chatting loudly with your friends he’s shocked

○ You seemed so much more cheery and lively when you were speaking in your native language

○ Bakugo couldn’t help but become interested in what you were really like when you could express yourself well

○ He comes up with the bright idea of asking you to tutor him in English

○ Of course you’re suspicious, since his English grade was just s few points shy of yours and you knew his English wasn’t that bad

○ He insists on it anyways, saying he needed more speaking practice

○ So you agree, and every now and then he would barge into your room and demand for you to start talking only in English

○ The first few times he had come you were a nervous wreck since Bakugo is scary and that’s a fact

○ But eventually you get used to it and start to loosen up, him being the only person who you spoke English who was physically with you, so of course you’d have a lot of emotions to spill that you normally couldn’t express through Japanese

○ And it was right as Bakugo was about to once again barge in to your room when he overheard your conversation with your friends on the phone

○ Hearing his name being mentioned in your conversation makes him just stop right before he was about to come in, interested to hear what you had to say about him

○ He quietly opens the door just a little, hoping to be able to catch your words

○ And he’s very surprised when he hears you start absolutely gushing about him, talking quietly about how hot you thought he was and how you’d totally “let him tie you up and step on you”

○ The blonde understands every word that comes out of your word separately but it takes him a bit to figure out what you were talking about

○ But once he connects the dots he can’t stop the huge smirk spreading across his face when he realizes that you’re absolutely thirsting over him with your friends

○ He lets you have your fun, waiting until you ended your call before coming in to your room

○ You acted no different around him, greeting him like normal and like you weren't totally lusting over his waistline just mere minutes ago

○ He plays along with you for a bit, waiting for you to get comfortable before catching you off guard with his next statement

○ “So you want me to tie you up and step on you huh, you nasty girl,” he says calmly and totally out of the blue, turning you into a panicked, blushing mess as he watched you try and fail to come up with an excuse with amusement in his eyes

○ And that’s the story of how your boyfriend discovered the first of your many kinks and he totally steps on you later that night

Shinso Hitoshi

○ Shinso would get to know you over your shared love over video games, and he quickly notices how you became a totally different person when you were gaming with your friends and talking to them in English than when you were talking in Japanese at school

○ And he would occasionally tease you about it, saying some less-than-elegant things that you said when you were speaking in English back to you when you were at school and making you embarrassed

○ You know how people sometimes say that someone becomes a totally different person when they’re using another language? That was you

○ Only the purple-haired boy would know of all potty mouth when you were talking in English, since no one else would believe him since you always seemed so timid and polite when you were speaking in Japanese

○ So this man would try to get evidence to prove you weren’t as pure and innocent as you looked

○ And as luck would have it you leave your phone unlocked when you get up to go to the bathroom while you having one of you regular gaming sessions with him

○ He can’t help but peek over at your screen, and he doesn’t know if he should be surprised or sad you what you had typed to your friend

○ Sure enough, there was all the profanity he was hoping to get physical evidence of, but the topic of your conversation was something he wasn’t sure he should take a photo of because sure he wasn’t the nicest guy, but he also happened to have a crush on you and didn’t want to ruin your life

○ In your texts you were talking about how you would pay to suck “his” dick and touch “his” abs, whoever “he” was

○ He’s kind of hurt to know that you had your eyes on a guy already, but it’s not like he’s surprised since there were so many hot guys in U.A

○ What he wasn’t expecting was the next text from your friend that made his heart speed up as he read it

○ “i mean, he’s already next to u so just go for it lol what kinda guy wouldn’t want to get his dick sucked lmao”

○ It didn’t take him any time to figure out that you were talking about him in your texts, and he’s more than happy about his little discovery, quickly turning back to his console as you come back from your bathroom break

○ And you continue the match you were having with him

○ Just as you got the upper hand and he was about to lose to you he pulls his last card to make you lose - whoever lost would have to pay for takeout and he wasn’t about to cough up twenty dollars to feed your food addiction

○ “Ten dollars and I’ll let you suck my dick,” he says calmly as his character continued to fight yours on the screen and you drop your own console in shock, and your character is defeated in no time as your brain short circuits

○ “Don’t act all innocent Y/N, I would've totally let you do it if you’d just spoke up earlier.”

○ You end up not only paying for takeout but you also lose ten dollars that night 👀

#bnha #bnha scenarios #bnha headcanons #bnha fluff #bnha imagines #mha imagines #bakugou headcanons #bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #hitoshi shinso x reader #shinso x reader

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duskowithapen · 4 years

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Day One: Tattoo Artist/Flower Shop AU

Writers Month 2020: Day One

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Pairing: Luka x Marinette

Of Flowers and Tattoo Needles

Miraculous AU where Marinette is the tattoo artist with some very impressive ink and Luka is pining from across the way where he works at his sister’s flower shop. Day One of Writer’s Month 2020 – Tattoo Artist/Flower Shop AU

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“You’re drooling.”

Luka straightened quickly, wiping a hand over his chin. “No I’m not.” He turned around to see his sister walking in from the back room, a sprig of lavender tucked behind her ear.

“You might as well have been,” she says, walking closer to lean beside him at the counter. “Not that I’d blame you – Marinette’s cute.”

The Marinette in question was the owner of the tattoo parlour across the way. On quiet days like today, she could be seen sitting outside her shop with a sketchbook. Luka swallowed dryly. The sun was shining off her impressive tattoo – a full sleeve that wound around her wrist and up over her shoulder in a tangle of flowers and vines that he couldn’t see clearly.

“Well?” Juleka’s dry voice snaps his attention back.

“Well what?”

She waved a hand towards the door. “Are you going to get a tattoo?”

Luka splutters. “W-What? Why would I – what makes you think –” How’d she known I’d considered it?!

He’s saved by the bell – literally – as Rose walks in. “Jule’s, what are you doing to your poor brother this time?” She asks, joining them at the counter which was suddenly feeling a little cramped.

Pecking her partner on the cheek, Juleka smiles innocently. “Trying to convince him to get a tattoo.”

“Oh, you totally should!” Rose claps her hands. “You have to go to Marinette – between her and Nathaniel, you’ll get the coolest tattoo! Marinette was the one who designed ours!”

“Really?” Luka glance at Juleka’s uncovered wrist. It was ringed by a flower wreath – red and purple roses (passionate love and love at first site), hot pink dahlias (commitment) and bright red gladiolus’ (strength and integrity). Rose had one exactly the same. It was a beautiful representation of their relationship – one Luka was waiting for them to consummate with a marrige. It was also a nod to their shared brainchild.

The Secret Garden might have only been a few years old, but it had blossomed into one of the most successful flower shops in Paris, often completely selling out around any holiday, and with a reputation for incredible flower arrangements, which Luka was proud to say he had a hand in.

Luka smiled. “I wouldn’t mind a tattoo,” he said after a moment, “Maybe something for you and mum – like her raven tattoos.”

Juleka’s smile was small, but no less terrifying for it. “Then go talk to Marinette now. Doesn’t look like she has any clients.” She was still sitting outside her shop.

As Luka was pushed out the door, Rose shoved a small posy of cherry blossoms into his hand. “Give Marinette these – they’re her favourite!”

How does she know her favourite flowers? Luka thought wildly as the door locked behind him. Slowly crossing the narrow avenue, he could feel their gaze burning into the back of his neck, and his hands became sweaty. They were making him nervous. He didn’t normally get nervous. He normally wasn’t going to ask a very cute girl to give him a tattoo.

Marinette looked up as he approached, and he couldn’t help but notice how adorable the freckles dotting her nose and cheeks were. Luka dug his fingers into his leg. You’re here for a tattoo, he reminded himself, not to check out the artist! But he couldn’t stop himself from taking in the blue sheen to her pigtailed hair, the welcoming smile stretched across her face, the impressive artwork which looked even better close up. Spiralling around her arm on pale green stalks and vines were cherry blossoms, pink orchids, blue morning glories, larkspur, hyacinths and bright yellow daffodils. Renewal, fertility and abundance, affection, cheer and goodwill, sincerity, luck and good fortune… he thought absently. After so long working with flowers – and even longer hearing about them from Rose – the symbolism came to mind automatically.

“Uh… hello?”

Luka blinked. Her eyes are really blue. Then he remembered himself and smiled. “Sorry. Are you Marinette?”

Her grin became wider. “Yup! Are you Juleka’s brother?”

“Yeah. She and Rose said that these were your favourite flowers?” He held out the blossoms. “They asked me if I could give them to you.” Well, technically they did. Even if it was meant to be more from me than them.

“Awww, thank you!” Marinette buried her nose in the pale pink petals and breathed deep. “They’re beautiful!”

“You’re welcome,” Luka said numbly. Her smile was almost blinding. “Uh, there was something else.”

Marinette’s head tilt made her pigtails bounce. It should be illegal for someone to look this adorable. “How can I help?”

“I was wondering about getting a tattoo.”

“Oh, of course!” Marinette leapt to her feet. “What else do you come to a tattoo parlour for? I’m so sorry, come in and we can get started right away!” She babbled. “Or should I say, welcome to Charmed Ink! Do you have any ideas for what you want? I’m partial to flowers as you can see, but I’m good at more tribal stuff too, and lettering, but Nathanial’s the best for portraits and a lot of the animal stuff..”

She continued to talk even as Luka took in Charmed Ink. The art on the inside of the tattoo parlour made it look larger than the comparatively small storefront suggested. The back wall was painted with an incredible mural of cherry blossom trees in full bloom, framing a red bridge arching over a river. The side walls were white and in scattered groups were photos of tattoo art – in one clump was a variety of dragon tattoos, in another was various words in all different fonts. The two tattoo stations were set in the back corners, with a small waiting area directly before the entrance. This was where Marinette led him, stopping quickly at a desk partially hidden by a folding screen.

She noticed his awed look at the back mural and smiled, a little calmer now. “That was a collaboration between Alix and Nathanial – he’s my other tattooist. They were all in my class in collége and lycée – same with Juleka and Rose, actually.”

“They did a great job,” Luka murmured. “And I’ve seen your work before – the tattoo you did for my sister was incredible. I was kinda looking for something similar.”

“Were you wanting a tattoo on your wrist too?” Marinette sat on one of the plush couches, and Luka sat across from her.

“No, I was thinking of something on my shoulder – my left shoulder,” He gestured, “Maybe going down my arm a little? I don’t want to go for a full sleeve now, but looking at your tattoo, I’d definitely consider it for the future.”

Marinette’s blush travelled across her cheeks and up her ears. “That – that’s a good plan. I can definitely work with that.” She made a note before looking at him under he lashes. “Were you wanting flowers?”

At Luka’s confused look, she continued, “You said you wanted something similar to your sisters, but you didn’t want it on your wrist…?”

“Ah, that’s right.” Luka tapped at his knee a little, quick staccato beat. “Yeah, I was thinking blue iris, gladilous and maybe daffodils.”

“Is there a meaning behind those flowers, or…?” Marinette made another note.

Luka nodded. “Yeah. Gladiolus’ are mum and Juleka’s birth flowers, not to mention their symbolism – strength and integrity. Blue Iris’ are my birth flower, meaning faith and hope, and daffodils are good luck and good fortune, but I also like the yellow.”

Marinette hummed. “I take it your favourite colour is blue?” She asked, waving her pencil at his blue hoody and matching Jagged Stone t-shirt. With a wince, he realised he was still wearing the Secret Garden apron over his faded jeans. Whoops.

“How did you guess.” Luka deadpanned, and he grinned at Marinette’s chuckle. “But seriously, yeah, I like blue and yellow. And, if we’re going for something like the start of a sleeve… think you could incorporate a snake or something in there?”

“Snakes are transformation and renewal, aren’t they?” Marinette murmured as she wrote. “There was this one symbol I remember, with a snake biting its tail…”

“The ouroboros,” Luka nodded, “It’s an eternity symbol.”

“Hmmmm…” Marinette started sketching in earnest. “So we’re going for something that can be added to later, definitely going for a circling snake – probably around your arm – but should the head be going up or down – put the flowers in colour clusters, or mix them up… maybe have them growing out of the snake? But if the snake is blue… you’ve got the more teal tips to your hair, so I could go for something more on the green side of the spectrum to help tie it in, but the snake should also stand out…”

All Luka could do was watch as Marinette seemed to get lost in a creative haze. Her pencil moved rapidly over the page as she sketched, occasionally going back over a line with her eraser, muttering about her hand not listening to her brain. Once or twice she looked something up on her phone before continuing – at one point, she leapt out of her seat to go and stare at one of the photos on the wall.

This process went on for about twenty minutes, Luka browsing through social media in between watching Marinette with what Juleka would probably class as a ‘disgustingly lovestruck’ look on his face. He couldn’t help it! She was just so vibrant, pouring all this passion into her work. Not to mention the cute little wrinkle between her eyebrows as she seemed to struggle with something at the bottom of the page.

Marinette slammed her sketchbook down with a bang that made him jump. “So! I have a tentative outline – tell me what you like and don’t like, and we can work from there.”

The sketch – and Luka didn’t know how Marinette could class this as an outline given the level of detail – featured all the aspects he wanted. On the front and back sketch of his arm and shoulder was a winding snake, the head sitting just under his collarbone and the rest of its body circling his arm before ending just above his elbow. But it didn’t just circle his arm. It also twisted around the gnarled and knotted stems that supported intricate bursts of flowers. An iris sat directly below the snakes head before more flowers dotted the stem around his shoulder to a larger, more detailed flower on his shoulder blade. Gladiolus’s tangled with the main body of the snake, interspersed with tiny iris’ and leaves, merging with daffodils close to his elbow. Each flower differed in size, though the iris on his back was the largest, probably about the size of his palm if he got the proportions right. Notes on both sides of the sketch were arms with arrows and a frankly scary amount of question marks. Luka looked away when he saw the words ‘dark coffee brown’ and ‘burgundy vs wine’.

“This… this is incredible Marinette.” He looked up at where she was wringing her hands. When she bit her lip, he had to refrain from reaching up and biting it for her. Concentrate Couffaine!

Marinette giggled, the sound high with nerves. “Thanks Luka. It’s a bit rough, and I’d want to go over the colours with you before we start anything, but I’m glad you like it. Anything you’d want to change?”

“Not really,” He hummed. “How would you continue this, if you were going for a full sleeve?”

When Marinette took a seat at his side, leaning into his shoulder a little, Luka stiffened. He hadn’t noticed before, but she’d split the posy of cherry blossom flowers into two and attached them to her pigtails – their scent wafted over him, and he tried not to breathe too deeply. “Well, if I was going to do a full sleeve with the snake, I’d make the snake the body of the tattoo,” she said, pointing at various parts of the sketch, “Probably make the circuits wider and accentuate the gaps a little more with the flowers. The head would have to be a little bigger, to make it proportionate, but otherwise not much would change.”

Luka nodded slowly. “So, say, if you maybe did that – the thing with the head and the – the circuits? And then have the snake ‘end’ in a clump of flowers above my elbow.” It was his turn to point, dragging a finger along the clump of daffodils and trying very hard to ignore the way Marinette pressed just a little closer to see. “Maybe if you added some of the gladiolus and iris here as well, and then if I add more to the tattoo later, you can have the rest of the body kind of emerge from there.”

“That would work really well actually,” Marinette said as she took the sketchbook back. Luka tried not to pout as her warmth moved away. “I can make a wreath just above your elbow – kinda like what I did for Juleka and Rose – and have the snake’s body ‘disappear’ into that. It would be easy work to make it ‘reappear’ beneath it later.”

Marinette scribbled these notes in as she spoke, before turning back to him. “So, about price… for a piece like this – half sleeve, colour and design… you’re looking at about one and a half grand.”

His eyebrows threatened to disappear into his hairline. “That low?” While he hadn’t seriously thought about getting a tattoo before today, he’d spent time with a lot of people who had. A full sleeve tattoo could cost as much as four grand – a half sleeve would be at least two.

“You’re getting the friends and family discount.” Marinette shrugged. “And I’ve been in a bit of a designing rut lately – all people seem to want are dragons or family names. This is a bit of a godsend, actually.”

Luka smirked. “Friends and family discount, huh?”

With her nose in the air, Marinette sassed, “Of course. Juleka’s my friend, and you’re her family.”

Throwing caution to the wind, Luka leaned in a little. “That’s why, huh? I’m hurt Marinette.”

“Hopefully you aren’t so sensitive when it comes time for me to break out the needles, Luka. I don’t want to listen to you crying for the six hours this is going to take.” The smirk she shot him sent a thrill through his chest. She’s got some fire.

“Oh believe me, Marinette.” Luka steadied himself on the couch back behind her shoulders and gave Marinette his best stage-ready, sweet-talking, come-hither bedroom eyes before growling out, “I don’t think six hours with you will be any hardship.”

#WritersMonth2020 #tattoo artist/florist au #miraculous ladybug #lukanette #tattoo artist marinette #ao3 #fanfiction #I'm a day late #sorry

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superfan0714 · 3 years

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SuperJail! Warden x Faythie - First Meeting (Pt 2)

Faythie's body was frozen with shock. Her heart pounded as she and her apprehender soared through the sky, climbing higher and higher towards the clouds. She then started to realize she was being pretty much dragged by her wrist by a mechanical claw at the end of a long robot arm. She gazed up, attempting to get a better look at her apprehender, but she couldn't really, in her panic and shock. She also swore she could hear music playing, something that goes a little like this,

OOOOH, LIFE ON THE OUTSIDE AIN'T WHAT IT USED TO BE (DOO DOO DOO DOOOO)

THE WORLD'S GONE CRAZY AND IT AIN'T SAFE ON THE STREETS

OH, IT'S A DRAG I KNOW, THERE'S ONLY ONE PLACE TO GO

BABY, BACK WHERE I COME FROM, I'M COMING HOME (DOO DOO DOO DOOOOOOOOOO)

The entire while, they were swallowed by the clouds, and then another cloud manifested in the shape of a purple man's head, wearing a purple top hat and yellow glasses. Just then, the man-cloud's mouth opened, and THEY FLEW RIGHT THROUGH IT.

A blinding white light momentarily flashed, then went away. At that time, Faythie could see where she was. There was an ocean, with an island, on that island was a volcano, on top of the volcano was another volcano, on top of the other volcano was a tower, which on top of that had a facility that looked like a correctional facility.

They flew closer and closer, and just as they were about to seemingly crash right into that tower, the apprehender dropped her over the second volcano! Time seemed to slow down for Faythie, shutting her eyes. She was certain she was going to die. Just then, a cuckoo clock bird popped out of nowhere (actually, from that tower) and swallowed her whole!

She slid down literal slides, just like the tubular slides at playgrounds, silent-screaming all the way. Then, she landed in a white hallway. Just completely pitch-white.

A little ways down, there was a door in the side of the hallway. She decided to go open it, because she still thought she was going to die anyway, so screw it, she figured.

She opened it, and there was a room that looked like an office. She stepped inside, and the room was so brightly and psychedelic-ly decorated, her eyes felt like they were going to melt right out of her skull (which may just literally happen in this new place). There was a desk in front of a large window overlooking the prison complex. There was a swivel chair behind the desk, and she noticed it was turned so the back was facing her. Just then, a man's voice spoke from the chair, high-pitched and kinda whiny.

"Welcome to SuperJail!", the voice greeted in a very cheery and friendly tone.

The chair swiveled around to face her, revealing a sharply-dressed man. He grabbed his cane that was leaning on his desk, and leapt up onto it, pointing the cane at her.

The man was at least slightly taller than her (not counting the desk), was lanky and had long and thin limbs, had pale skin, a round head, and had short and spiky black hair. He was wearing a long-sleeved yellow dress shirt, a purple tailcoat, purple dress pants, a red cummerbund, black gloves, black pointed-at-the-toe (like a stereotypical Christmas elf) dress shoes, a red bowtie, a purple top hat with a red ribbon around the base, and large round yellow glasses (his eyes visible behind them, but you couldn't see his eye color). Like, the lenses were actually yellow. His cane had a black shaft with a gold top. And to top it all off, the thing that stood out to Faythie the most, was his tooth gap right in the middle of the top part of his mouth. Like, at least one tooth was missing completely. He was.. kinda cute to Faythie.

He took his hat off, pulled rainbows out of it, and joyfully exclaimed, "I'm the Warden, and you're a criminal!", laughing like he was on something. His face fell when he realized just then that Faythie appeared be a woman, and if that was the case, therefore wasn't supposed to be there.

"Jailbot! Alice! Jared!", the Warden called out. Almost instantly, three figures came into the room. A man, a woman, and a robot. Faythie immediately recognized the robot. It was the one who apprehended (is it even right to say that, considering that she actually didn't do anything illegal?) her at the movie set and dragged her here.

Jailbot was the robot. His job was to apprehend new inmates for the prison, take them to the prison, and do other tasks around the prison. He was a large, levitating, tombstone-shaped robot, with a dot-matrix screen on his "head", normally displaying a green ":]" (except horizontal with no quotation marks).

Alice was the woman. Her job was the prison guard/corrections officer. She was tall and muscular, wore a uniform with two shades of blue, wore pink and red glasses (her eyes not visible), had a beauty mark on her face, scarlet red hair in a ponytail with a pink hair tie, and wore red lipstick and nail polish.

Jared was the man. His job was the accountant, the only notary public in SuperJail, and sometimes the Warden's assistant. He was short, had a large forehead, had brown hair with a long shaggy brown mustache, and wore a brown suit with a yellow dress shirt and a blue necktie. He looked very anxious and was sweating.

The Warden sat back down at his desk, and the other three took their places near the Warden.

"Jailbot, I think you might have caught a woman! This is a men's prison!", the Warden exclaimed. Jailbot's screen changed to that of surprise and confusion. Then he turned his attention to Faythie, "What's your name, newcomer? Is this your first time or are you a repeat offender?", he asked her.

Faythie was sweating now, too. She had no voice. How was she going to answer that? Just then, she remembered that, for some reason, she had put her dry erase boards and markers and the storyboards and script in her coat, right before Jailbot snatched her up. She could prove her innocence and go home! (...Right?) But how was she going to get it out of her coat without them thinking it was a weapon or something? She decided she was going to risk it, and opened the side of her coat, and SHOW everyone else first. Everyone was staring at her.

She pulled her dry erase board and marker out and wrote, "My name is Faythie. I can't speak. I lost my voice from singing in a concert a few days ago.", then showed it to everyone. Everyone nodded in understanding, and the Warden even looked at her, intrigued, perhaps even slightly... sympathetic to her.

She then took her coat and hat completely off, proving by her hair and figure that she was a woman. Faythie saw a look of... interest in the Warden's eyes, if you catch my drift.

Jared then spoke up, "Then if she's a woman, she's not supposed to be here! She was supposed to be picked up by Nova and taken to the Mistress's UltraPrison!"

Warden asked, "What are you in for, anyway, my dear?", he asked Faythie almost seductively. Jailbot displayed footage of the purse snatching he had somehow gotten. "I see.", the Warden replied thoughtfully.

Faythie shook her head, and retrieved her script and storyboards from her coat, and handed them to the Warden. Warden looked at them, and his face looked... disappointed and sad, and his tone reflected that. "Well, it appears she's not actually a criminal. She was just acting in a movie. Phooey, I though we had a new friend...". Faythie wasn't going to lie, she actually felt bad for him. Meanwhile, Jailbot changed his screen to an apologetic "sorry" face. Warden continued apologetically, "I'm sorry, Faythie. It appears my Jailbot couldn't tell if you were a man or woman, and couldn't tell that that was a movie you were filming. Please forgive him.", he said, getting weirdly physically close to her.

Faythie smiled and nodded, and Warden and Jailbot looked relieved.

"It IS getting rather late...", the Warden stated, scheming. "Maybe you should spend the night and Jailbot will take you home tomorrow."

Faythie communicated on her whiteboard, "But I don't have anywhere to sleep, anything to eat for dinner, or any PJs or anything."

Warden waved his hand dismissively. "Nonsense! We will provide that for you."

Faythie smiled gratefully, and that actually made the Warden smile dreamily and goofily back. He thought she was so beautiful and dreamy! He'd be daydreaming about her for a while!

And little did anyone know, Faythie's decision to spend the night would forever change her and the Warden's lives, as well as forever change SuperJail! and Guasanovia, and the lives of all of their residents.

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olliedollie1204 · 4 years

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the kids are alright

AKA, Kai will see Elliott and ask “Is anyone going to adopt that?” and not wait for an answer

Edit: now also on AO3!

Characters: Kai, Elliott, Emile Picani, Larry and Dot (mentioned)

Words: 2,354

(A/N: I read both Elliott and Kai as being older teenagers, with Elliott being like 17/18 and Kai being 19/20? That might not be accurate but that’s the vibes for this.)

As soon as Kai pushed his way through the glass door, he started the process of freeing himself from the ridiculous amount of safety gear he had to wear while skateboarding.

Off came the elbow pads, knee pads, and wrist guards, which he dumped unceremoniously in his backpack; then he undid his helmet, the black and purple gradient one that Lauren got him when he told her he was gonna take up skating again. That, he tucked under his arm for safekeeping, grabbing his board with his other hand as he made his way down the hall to Picani’s waiting room.

Kai didn’t know how many patients the quack doctor had; enough to keep his business from shutting down, he guessed, but he’d never even seen another person in the building at any of the sessions he’d been to already.

So the sight of someone actually sitting on the waiting room couch made Kai freeze in his tracks.

The other person— around Kai’s age, maybe a little younger— had their eyes on their phone, and made no outward reaction when Kai appeared in the doorway; but Kai was way too suspicious of everything around him to not pick up on the way the kid’s eyes flicked towards him for less than a second before returning to their phone, or the way their thumb was moving across the screen too fast and haphazard for them to actually be doing anything.

They were nervous, Kai suddenly realized, because he’d shown up, and now the two of them were alone in a tiny waiting room of a therapist’s office.

Ah, fuck. Kai hated knowing people were uncomfortable. His social anxiety wasn’t quite like that, but he’d certainly seen enough of his friends go through it to know that this encounter was ticking a lot of boxes: in tight quarters, with a stranger, in a vulnerable setting, in silence.

Well, Kai never had much of a filter anyway, so he might as well try to relieve some of the tension in the room.

“Sup,” he offered, dropping onto the other end of the couch, leaving the cushion in the middle empty as a buffer space. The kid nodded politely, pulling their backpack up onto their lap and hugging it against their chest. Kai caught a glimpse of a ‘they/them’ pronoun button on their bag.

He felt a release of breath he didn’t even know he was holding. Thank fuck, another one.

“Did the Doc double book his appointments or something?”

Kai pretended not to notice the way the kid jumped slightly before looking at him, hesitant and confused.

“I’m sorry?”

Kai gestured towards the door. “I’m his 11 o’clock. What’re you in for?”

The kid faltered for a second before holding up a crumpled stack of papers in their hand. “I, um, just need to drop off some paperwork.”

“You had to do that in person?” Kai asked. Too late, he realized the words were kind of unnecessarily hostile, but, well, he wasn’t a people person, so he didn’t know what the fuck he should be doing better, okay?

Luckily, the kid didn’t seem too bothered, merely looking down at their lap and picking at their nail polish.

“Uh, he asked me to? I was gonna email them but he said he doesn’t have a computer, so…” They trailed off, apparently not knowing how to finish the sentence.

Kai furrowed his brow. “How does he advertise his shit without a computer? That just seems like a bad business practice.”

They shrugged. “I mean, I guess word of mouth is good enough. Um, my friend told me about him, but I don’t actually know where she heard about him.”

“Same,” Kai replied. “My girlfriend made me come here at first, but she never told me how the fuck she found him. Probably some magic newspaper ad— ‘The person you need is Emile Picani’, or some dumb shit like that.”

The kid huffed a small laugh. “Was that— was that a Nanny McPhee reference?”

“… Huh,” Kai replied after a moment. “Yeah, it was. Didn’t think you’d recognize it.”

Again the kid shrugged, but now there was a small smile on their face. Kai grinned back, leaning against the stiff couch and kicking one leg on the table as he bounced his other leg against the floor.

“I’m Kai,” he said, lazily throwing up a peace sign. The kid blinked in surprise.

“Um, Elliott. Nice to… meet you,” they finished awkwardly.

“Same,” Kai replied, nodding. The room fell silent for a couple beats before he continued, “Still, no computer. I mean, Jesus, get with the times, man!”

“Probably doesn’t have one because he spent all his money on stuffed animals and Funko Pops,” Elliott muttered. The quip came fast, and Kai let out a huff of surprised laughter. Fuck, yes. Now this was something he wanted to talk about.

“Okay, I have to ask you this, because no one else will fucking get it,” he blurted, turning so he was facing Elliott more directly. They looked at him with slight apprehension as Kai leaned closer.

“What is his deal with cartoons?”

A beat, and then a slightly exasperated half-smile formed on Elliott’s face. “I know. It’s like, I assume he went to school for, you know, counseling or whatever, but he only knows how to explain things through kids’ shows? Like, how did you even get your degree? Or your license?”

Kai nodded. “I mean, I guess it makes sense. That hyper ass motherfucker practically is a cartoon character. Like, you know how he literally sings when he walks in the room? Who fucking does that?”

“Yes!” Elliott’s smile finally broke through completely. “Yes, oh my God, yes. And have you noticed the way he’s, like, incapable of sitting still? Like, he practically bounces all over the place, he throws his arms and legs everywhere, and his face—”

“Oh, way too many facial expressions, for sure,” Kai finished. “Oh! Oh, and sometimes he’ll, like, scrunch his nose up and stick his tongue out when he’s taking notes or whatever? Like—”

Kai demonstrated, making Elliott snort with laughter. Kai started laughing, too— it wasn’t a particularly funny impression, but something about the dissipating awkwardness in the room made laughter come easier.

“And you can’t talk about any other form of media with him, because he won’t get it!” Elliott continued, their voice brightening throughout the conversation. “Like, anime? Never heard of it.”

“Video games are a bust, too,” Kai added. “Unless it’s, like, ‘Steven Universe: Save the Light’ or some shit.”

Elliott paused before sheepishly holding up a finger. “Actually, I’ll give him that one. My first real session, he, uh, he talked about Steven Universe for an hour, and— I don’t know, it’s not that bad.” They shrugged again, suddenly timid again.

Kai blinked. Backtrack, dumbass, backtrack. “No, yeah, I— I actually think the shit he talks about is… you know, it can be good, or whatever. Helpful.”

Ugh, fuck, that was embarrassing. Even though Kai could admit that Picani’s methods weren’t completely insane, he didn’t wanna share the intimate details of why he was there with someone he just met, even though Elliott seemed like a pretty cool kid.

He was just starting to visualize the letters WWLD in his head— What Would Lauren Do?— but thank fuck, the two of them were saved from any more awkward apologies by Picani’s office door swinging open. Kai slumped even further in his seat, while out of the corner of his eye he saw Elliot go ramrod straight.

A kind looking couple walked out of the office, holding hands and speaking quietly to themselves.

“Alright, Dorry, I’ll see ya next time!” The doctor’s cheerful voice carried into the waiting room as the couple left.

Eliiott darted their eyes to Kai, mouthing, ‘Dorry?’

‘Like the fucking fish?’ Kai mouthed back, making Elliott snort. The noise made Kai struggle to stifle his laughter in the otherwise silent waiting room, and suddenly the two of them were folding in on themselves, hands pressed over their mouths in a weak attempt at keeping quiet.

“Well, hey there, Thing One and Thing Two!”

Kai and Elliott snapped their heads up in unison, looking to where Picani was leaning in the doorway.

“I’m sorry for the wait, but I must say, I’m so happy to see you two smiling for once!” The doctor giggled, smoothing his tie and giving them both a knowing look.

Kai glared at him, opening his mouth to deliver some scathing retort, but he was interrupted by Elliott practically jumping off of the couch.

“Here’s the paperwork you asked me to bring.” They thrust their arm out to Picani, who took the papers and carefully smoothed out their wrinkles.

“Ah, thank you, Elliott! Kai, you mind hanging tight in my office for a second?”

Kai nodded wordlessly, gathering his bag and his skateboard and brusquely moving past the others into the small office. He dropped onto the couch, his bag hitting the ground with a weighty ‘thud’, as he tried not to eavesdrop too much on Picani and Elliott in the hallway. ‘Tried’ being the keyword, since they were about two feet away from the door, and Picani was a loud motherfucker.

“Thanks for bring this in for me, Tinkerbelliott!”

“That barely makes sense,” Elliot’s voice interrupted, and Kai smirked to the empty room. Get his ass, Elliott.

As the conversation continued, Kai let the rise and fall of their voices wash over him. He tried to get into his “whatever” mindset, but he couldn’t stop thinking about the kid in the waiting room.

It was like he and Elliott had some instant fucking connection or anything cheesy like that. They weren’t platonic soulmates, and honestly, it didn’t even seem like they had that much in common. But as Kai sat there, lazily rolling his board back and forth under his feet, he couldn’t help but think about all the crazy shit Picani put him through, and how talking about it with someone who really got it was… kinda fun, or whatever.

“So sorry for the wait, Agni Kai!”

Picani’s chipper voice snapped him out of his thoughts, and suddenly there was the Doc himself, shooting him a friendly smile as he made his way behind his desk.

“I’ve just been busier than a Mighty Bee this morning,” he rambled, sliding Elliott’s paperwork into a file while still managing to talk with his hands. “But I promise, starting this second all of my attention is on you. So!” he finished, folding his hands on the desk and looking at Kai expectantly. “What’s up?”

Kai looked at him for a few seconds before standing, the abrupt movement startling Picani and making him jump back in his rolly chair.

“Kai—?”

“I’m taking this,” Kai stated, snatching a pen from the cup on his desk before Picani could respond.

“Oh! Um, ok, just be careful because it’s a glitter gel pen—” Picani’s voice got quieter as Kai swung himself out of the office, hoping he could catch Elliott without having to try and run.

Thank fuck, as he turned down the main hallway, he caught a glimpse of a figure dressed mostly in black halfway to the front door.

“Yo, Elliott, hold up!”

They froze for a moment before turning around to face Kai, curiosity and wariness lining their face.

When he got closer, Kai pointed to the folded paper Elliot was holding. “Is that important?”

“Um, no, not really— ah.” They cut themselves off as Kai snatched the paper out of their hand. “Okay.”

Kai didn’t respond as he flipped the paper over, leaning against the wall to scribble something on the back.

“You got Instagram?”

A beat, and then Elliott nodded. Kai finished with a flourish, underlining what he’d written despite it being the only thing on the paper, and passed it back to Elliott.

“Here. Follow me, I’ll follow you back,” he said as Elliott read his messy scrawl, their mouth dropping just slightly.

“Oh!” There was a distinct tone of surprise in their voice, which Kai didn’t comment on. They folded the paper in half and held it tightly in their fist. “Um, thanks, Kai. I’ll— I’ll do that as soon as I get home.”

Kai nodded. There was just a beat of awkward silence before he spun on his heel, walking casually back to Picani’s office.

“Later,” he called over his shoulder, not looking back.

“Um, yeah!” Elliott replied in a voice that clearly wasn’t used to yelling. “Later! Bye!”

Kai heard the front door open and close again by the time he reached Picani’s waiting room. He swung around the corner, feeling uncharacteristically optimistic for his session, but barely stopped himself before he collided with the good doctor himself.

“Woah! Watch out, Speed Racer!” Picani chirped, looking down at Kai. “Thought you were trying to make a run for it.”

Kai rolled his eyes before setting his gaze somewhere over the other man’s shoulder. “I left literally all of my shit in your office, obviously I was coming back.”

“Well, you just left in a real hurry, is all!” Picani replied, reaching up to straighten his tie. His voice went strangely neutral as he continued to ask, “Did you need to talk to Elliott before they left?”

Kai’s eyes flicked back to the doctor’s face, and— ugh, fuck, Picani was looking at him with that annoying sort of half-smile he always got when he thought Kai had reached some stupid ‘breakthrough’.

Kai flushed, folding his arms across his chest. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“Picani—”

“Nothing!” Picani replied with faux-innocence, putting his hands up defensively. “Just nice to see you making a friend, that’s all.”

Kai groaned, rolling his eyes so hard they nearly got stuck in the back of his head.

“Don’t be weird, man,” he grumbled, pushing past Picani into his office. He pretended not to hear the doctor’s amused chuckle as he followed him in, gently shutting the two of them in for what Kai was certain would be yet another absolutely ridiculous (yet unfortunately helpful) therapy session.

#cartoon therapy #emile picani #kai cartoon therapy #elliott cartoon therapy #me on my one woman campaign to write more cartoon therapy fic #(i know picani is familiar with naruto but pretend he doesn't know other animes ok)#my writing #my posts #the kids are alright

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blackbatpurplecat · 4 years

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What do you think of Catwoman in the video games (Arkham City & Knight, Tell Tale, Injustice)? Which are you favorites and do you think TPTB would ever come out with a solo game of her's?

Yay, finally I get to say something NICE! XD Short answer: They’re (almost) all great! My absolute favorite is Catwoman in the Telltale games!

Very long answer incoming:

Lemme rank them from the one I like the least to the one I love the most. That’s probably the easiest way to answer this. There are many more games Catwoman is appearing in but they’re not really worth mentioning here.

3) Catwoman in Injustice 1+2

Unfortunately, there’s not a lot of Catwoman in those two but that’s no big surprise when the cast is bigger than the one in Avengers: Endgame. She’s fantastic in the tie-in comics but I can’t count those here.

So in part 1, she’s Bruce’s ex who ratted him out to protect him and after everything, she still wants to redeem herself and get back together with him. I liked her purple-gray costume (the weird steampunk one with the tail... not so much), I liked her voice-actress who also voiced her in the Arkham games, Grey DeLisle. I liked her cunningness, how she quickly figured out that Cyclops was a different Cyclops and made him blow his cover.

I understand that Selina would do something more selfish to protect the man she loves. She wanted Supes to spare Bruce and for that, accepted that many other people would die - BUT I will never understand WHY they wrote her arc like that. Why not write her as Bruce’s loyal partner and girlfriend? Why couldn’t she be on his side in the fight against Superman and the Regime? Even Harley and Luthor were! At least, they didn’t make her entirely evil, she did have good intensions but was misguided. And her ending had a feeling of hope in it.

Years later, she’s apparently reached her goal of redemption, found her way back to Bruce, and is now working as a double agent for the Insurgency. This time, she has more than only two scenes but we don’t learn much more about her, her relationship with Bruce, or her arc. You gotta read the comics for that... And again, not a huge fan of her costumes in this one but it’s cool that you can modify them to your liking.

Her ending is the worst in this however. After what she’s been through with Bruce, after fighting with him, against him, redeeming herself, earning his trust again, and getting back to his side, she... just leaves him because she got bored. Wow. What fucking idiot wrote that?!

All in all, she’s a minor character in both games, her arc happens mostly off-screen, they don’t do anything new or outstanding with her but I enjoyed seeing her. Too bad, you can’t play as her.

2) Catwoman in the Arkham games

Now THAT’s more like it! ❤️Back then, I only bought Arkham City because you could play as Catwoman in it. I didn’t know much more about the game, I had never played its predecessor, I only wanted to play as Catwoman - and boy oh boy what a glorious purchase that turned out to be!

To this day, I still adore Arkham City, so much so that I bought it three times (CD + Steam + PS4). I can play it in my sleep! And it made me buy Asylum, Origins, Blackgate, and Knight, half of them were good and some also had Catwoman!

City - Her part in the game is a short side quest that’s not really connected to the main story: Catwoman wants to steal from Hugo Strange’s vault, convinces Ivy to help her break into it, then she leaves her loot behind to save Batman’s life, then tracks down Two-Face to get her stolen loot back, and after finishing him, retrieves her loot. She then decides to stay in Arkham City because it’s still dangerous there a.k.a. fun!

While it’s a shame that Catwoman and Batman only meet twice, they do save each other’s lives. The banter and flirting could certainly be better in this though. Her story isn’t anything new BUT it’s perfectly executed and it’s exactly what Catwoman’s like. She’s playful and seductive (they could have turned down her horniness about a few points - but you gotta please the fanboys *sigh*), she’s looking after herself, she only does what she wants (so she won’t return the plant to Ivy who had treated her so badly), but in the end, she does the right thing by saving Batman because she has a good heart.

While her side story felt tagged on, I really enjoyed it! I just love playing as her, beating up thugs, using the whip, and crawling on the ceilings. Also you get to wear the BTAS suit AND the purple Long Halloween suit! YAY!

Blackgate - It starts with Batman chasing Catwoman across the rooftops for the very first time, that’s just a fantastic intro! And I really liked their fight towards the ending for its very interesting execution. This time, Catwoman is not playable but both a suspicious ally who helps Batman with information and an enemy Batman has to defeat. Which I get because they’ve basically just met and don’t know each other yet.

The lack of trust is also the reason why Catwoman’s playing him like she is in the game. She figures him out rather quickly and cleverly uses his urge to save and protect others against him to get access to what she had been told to get from Blackgate. Manipulating Batman into helping her completing her mission is a real Catwoman-y move so the Arkham games continue the trend of “getting” her character. Well, except for having Catwoman lick herself like a cat.

Knight - Selina’s third and last appearance in the Arkham games. She’s kinda playable and she’s no enemy BUT she’s a damsel in distress... ... ... Okay, Knight, what do have for us?

Riddler, of all people, has captured Catwoman and uses her to play with Batman. Well, at least it proves that everyone knows about the relationship between the Bat and the Cat (yet Catwoman keeps saying they’re not close - oh honey, no one believes you). Selina’s wearing an explosive collar and Batsy has to find Riddler trophies and complete riddles (and for some fucking reason drive races!) to unlock the keys to set her free.

Catwoman’s kinda playable since you can’t explore the city with her but you can switch to her while you’re solving Riddler’s contraptions or fight his robots. The dual team feature in the game was magnificent in general. I would have loved to play more as her but at least, she’s not just sitting around waiting for Bruce to save her but is partaking in her own rescue.

The chemistry between Bruce and Selina is the best part of this Riddler mission. Neither fears nor takes Eddie seriously and especially Selina drops so many awesomely annoyed comments and jabs against him, but gets increasingly more worried. While we saw BatCat meet in Blackgate, in Knight they’ve known each other for years and it shows. There’s no other character in the game Batman talks to in the way he talks to Catwoman. It’s... casual, funny, flirty. Additionally, you can clearly hear his worry for her in his voice. In the end, Selina even comes back to help Batman with Riddler even though she didn’t have to - she wanted to! And offers more of her help, it’s so obvious how much he means to her.

I love Batman and Catwoman working together and flirting and bantering while fighting other Rogues but the only thing that’s holding this back from being perfect is the series’ idiotic insistence that Bruce is still mourning the al Ghul chick which we all know is bullshit. And Selina doesn’t know Batman’s identity?! Come on.

To sum it up, I really liked Catwoman’s attitude and portrayal in Knight but would have loved to have more of her in the game. What we got was passable enough to have fun with. Bonus points for the 90s Balent suit you can put her in!!! If only there was an Arkham game in which both characters were playable and constantly working together, now THAT would be my dream!

1) Catwoman in the Telltale games

Where do I start? The voice? The charm? The complexity?

She’s not playable but that doesn’t make this game and her in it less perfect. We again meet a clever, confident, I-mostly-care-about-myself Selina who’s great at fighting and stealing and manipulating. She’s caught Harvey in her trap to get close to his buddy, rich boy Bruce Wayne. She instantly finds out that he’s Batman (same way he finds out that she’s Catwoman) and they form a rocky alliance which either blooms into something deeper or not, depending on your decisions.

The makers of the game understand her the way Rocksteady did but add a softer layer to her. She’s playful, seductive, and doesn’t take no shit from anyone and in episode 3 of the first season, we see a vulnerable Selina for the first time. A woman who doubts she could ever be more than a cat burglar. She does take pride in her skills and doesn’t apologise for what she does (she even says “you shouldn’t trust me”) but you notice that she’s longing for a connection, for someone who trusts and relies on her without weighing her down.

I personally had the impression that she felt a bit honored that Batman would support her and have faith in her the way he did in my playthrough. It gave her a chance to prove to herself that she could do more, be more. And that it felt good to have someone she in turn could rely on and trust which proved to her that the world maybe wasn’t as bad as she’d thought, that she could let her guard down once in a while. There was also another side we don’t see often on her: She didn’t want to face Harvey at the hospital. Maybe due to cowardice, shame, you decide.

Her last scene in season 1 wasn’t the best, it was just her going back to her old ways, seemingly leaving behind her character development from previous episodes but she probably wasn’t at the point of staying and saving people yet. It was the usual move to save herself and telling herself that she’s a bad person who doesn’t have feelings for Bruce. Changing yourself isn’t hard, it’s not changing back to your old self that is, and I think that’s what happened there, she simply fell back into her old self.

In season 2, she returns as the thief we all know and love. They didn’t change her, her actions and dialogue lines fit the character we met in season 1. This time, we also see her vengeful side as she’s trying to get revenge for her dead friend, Riddler, and she won’t let anyone get in her way, not even Bruce.

Later, she wants Bruce to tell her that he needs her and he can’t take down Harley and the rest without her, proving she wants to be needed and trusted as I’d mentioned before. Same goes for admitting that it means a lot to her that he lets her into his secret life. Season 2 shows us that everything from season 1 did leave an impact on her and her development is slowly moving forward. One lovely example is her being surprised by a hug in S1 and in S2, she hugs Bruce first.

To put lots of rambling briefly I LOOOVE Telltale’s Catwoman! She’s not just a cunning thief but a woman with feelings, hopes, fears, layers. I really hope we will get a third season someday, especially since we didn’t get any closure scenes with Selina, no matter which Joker we fought in the last S2 episode.

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Now regarding her own game... She had one already with a 1999 Game Boy Color game. Nothing huge but I count it. Especially since she’s wearing her 90s suit in it. 😉

I would very much welcome a Catwoman game with her as the lead! An Arkham like game: open world Gotham, you get to meet many Rogues, you have to flee from Batman and/or fight his kiddies. Maybe you need to team up with Harley and Ivy, or with Batgirl! OR make it like a Lara Croft game with lots of breaking and entering, and stealing valuable artefacts.

Alas, I think the chances of getting a Catwoman game are very slim! DC are so focused on Batman and Superman, they won’t spend millions of dollars on the production of a game that’s... not starring at least one of those two. I mean there’s not even a Wonder Woman game so why would they make one starring Catwoman? A shame really.

#asks #catwoman #Anonymous

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lnfours · 5 years

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flicker (revamped): slow hands⎜t.h

summary: they’re roommates, but one night (with lots of vodka in the picture), they write up a list of rules. rule one being no strings attached. they made sure to write it large, underline it twice, and highlight it with her favorite blue highlighter. some say that rules are bound to be broken, for better or for worse. but, that’s something they have to decide.

warnings: fwb!roommate!college!au, implied sex, language, some fluff towards the end. this is also unedited and pretty shitty, so read at your own risk. count how many times i say the word ‘ping’.

wc: 1.5k

masterlist⎜prev.⎜next⎜’slow hands’ - niall horan

the soft bed sheets felt nice against your skin, the smell of tom’s cologne floating around you as you woke up. the sun was shining in through the curtains, making you squint and look to the other side. as you rolled over, you saw tom still asleep, face squished against the pillow, lips slightly parted.

you got up from the bed quietly, not wanting to wake him up. you quickly gathered your clothes off his floor before making your way back to your bedroom, throwing the dirty clothes into the hamper and changing into a pair of shorts and an old t-shirt. you walked over to the mirror placed overtop your dresser and raised your eyebrows, seeing the dark purple bruisers tom had left you the night before. your fingers trailed over them before you let out a soft sigh, grabbing your hair brush and a hair tie from the top of the wooden dresser, tying your hair up into a bun. you grabbed your laptop and quietly made your way back into the kitchen, sitting down with your computer.

meanwhile, tom was stirring awake, the sunshine pouring in through the curtains almost blinding him. he rolled to the side where you would usually be awake, tracing patterns into his skin, but when he didn’t see you or feel you next to him, he sat up, looking around the room to see if you were anywhere else.

he made his way out of his bed, throwing on the pair of boxers that were on the floor before reaching into one of his drawers and grabbing a pair of sweatpants, putting them on. he walked out his bedroom door and peered into your bedroom, not spotting you on your bed or at your desk.

he continued walking until he reached the living room, seeing you from across the room as you sat at the table, one knee propped up on the chair as your head leaned against it, eyes focused on your screen. he smiled lovingly at you, watching you from afar before making his way towards you.

you were so focused on your screen that you didn’t feel him walk into the room, didn’t see him until he was wrapping his arms around your neck, head resting on yours. you smiled, leaning back.

“hey,” you said, eyes scanning over your facebook feed,”hungry?”

you felt him shake his head,”no, whatcha doing?”

“the usual.” you shrugged, a ping coming from your laptop as a new notification popped up. you clicked on it, eyebrows furrowing as it was an invite to an event. you clicked on it and your eyes skimmed over it.

“family reunion?” he asked, reading the screen in front of you. you shrugged.

“don’t really feel like seeing them if i’m being honest.” you said, clicking off to a different tab, looking through your emails.

“how come?”

“they always ask the same questions,” you said,”’how’s writing?’ ‘how’s your love life?’ ‘oh you don’t have a boyfriend?’, shit like that.”

“well, that shouldn’t stop you from seeing them,” he said,”how about we go together, i’ll pretend to be your boyfriend.”

you laughed,”stop joking.”

“‘m not,” he said, causing you to look back at him,”you’d do the same for me, plus it sounds like fun.”

you looked at him, almost shocked,”you’re serious?”

he nodded, arms crossing,”yeah.. should i not be?”

you shook your head,”no, no, no,” you smiled, a laugh escaping your lips,”just- just shocked, y’know. thought it would kinda throw our rules out of the window.”

he shrugged,”it’s fake anyways, right?”

you nodded, feeling yourself break inside as the words left his mouth. he didn’t want it to be fake, didn’t want anything but real when he was with you, but he knew you’d never feel the same, knew you’d be better off with someone else.

“yeah,” you nodded,”yeah, i guess so.”

“so, when is this thing?” he asked, walking over to the pantry and grabbing the box of pancake mix. you turned to the screen, clicking back onto the tab.

“uhm, next weekend.” you said, looking back over at tom who was searching in the fridge.

“alright, it’s a fake date,” he said, causing you let out a laugh,”also where the fuck are the eggs.”

“remember you used the ones left to make that nasty ass protein shake.” you said, a smile forming on your lips.

“that was pretty gross, huh?” he said and you let out laugh.

“tommy, it was the definition of disgusting.”

he let out a laugh,”in my defense, harrison was the one who told me how to make it.”

“well, that’s your first mistake,” you laughed,”never trust a recipe from harrison.”

“guess you’re right,” he said, laughing with you,”wanna run to the store with me?”

you looked back at your laptop,”no, i’ve got things i gotta finish up.”

he nodded,”need anything while i’m out?”

you looked up at him as he tugged on a hoodie that was on the back of the chair at the end of the table, fixing his curls before tugging on his sneakers.

“mm,” you hummed,”coffee.”

he rolled his eyes,”of course you want coffee.”

you smiled big at him, sending him puppy dog eyes,”please.”

he felt his heart pound against his ribs, watching you stick out your bottom lip in a fake pout. he groaned, not being able to say no.

“okay, fine,” he said and you smiled,”but we’re watching the movie of my choice tonight.”

you scrunched up your nose,”you pick bad movies.”

“well, that’s the deal,” he smirked at you,”take it or leave it.”

you let out a huff,”you suck.”

“y’know you’re the one who chose me to be your roommate.”

“worst decision ever.” you joked and he faked being hurt, causing you to let out a laugh.

“go get my coffee, loser.”

he rolled his eyes playfully before opening the door to the apartment,”so bossy.”

you stuck your tongue out,”you love it.”

he sighed, looking back at you as he walked out the door.

“unfortunately.”

you smiled as he closed the door, hearing him jingle his keys as he walked down the hallway. you sighed, looking back at your computer as another ping sounded from it.

you opened your email tab, seeing the new email pop up in your inbox. you read it over again, your heart stopping as you clicked onto it.

your eyes read the words on your screen:

ms. y/l/n, as much as we love your work, unfortunately we are unable to publish it right now due to the overwhelming amount of clients we accepted into the oncoming year. we’re very sorry. best of luck, The Curtis Publishing Company

your eyes scanned over the words over and over again. you sat at the table, rereading the words one last time before you looked up at the ceiling, tears starting to form in your eyes. after a couple minutes, you made your way to your bedroom, laying down on your bed as your head hit the pillows. you didn’t even realize you let the tears fall down your cheeks until you felt the pillow under you become wet, making you wipe your face with the back of your hand. your eyes eventually grew heavy as you drifted off to sleep.

tom walked into the apartment a little while later, kicking his nikes off at the door and putting the keys onto the dining room table. he grew confused as you weren’t at your usual spot at the table, quickly putting the eggs back before putting your coffee on the table next to your computer. as he did, another ping sounded from it, the screen turning back on. he watched as the email you had read sat in front of him.

he wasn’t one for snooping in your stuff, but you did leave it open, and he was a curious person by nature.

he read over the same email you had read, sighing after. he closed the laptop, pushing it back to the middle of the table before making his way down the hall, slowly making his way to your cracked open door.

he peeked in, pushing the door open wide enough to fit his face. he spotted you lying on the bed, face squished against a pillow. he felt his heart break for you as he noticed the small wet spot where your tears had landed, causing him to move into the room. he carefully got into the bed, covering you with the throw blanket that you placed at the end of the bed.

you nuzzled into him in your sleep, head moving to his chest. he wrapped an arm around you, securing you in that spot. he kissed the top of your head.

“it’s okay,” he mumbled,”they don’t deserve you anyway.”

you hummed back in response, causing him to let out a chuckle as you fell back asleep in his arms. when he was sure you were asleep, he leaned down and kissed your head. the words he whispered were as soft as a feather, but you somehow managed to hear him.

“i love you.”

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thepurpletrunk · 4 years

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Chapter 1

The Purple Trunk

The first time I witnessed the man carrying the deep purple trunk was while waiting for my eight-minute-late train. He stood gaunt against the platform as snow christened the ground, turning the world white. He was dressed in a black trench coat and hat, creating a stark contrast against the snow, like a shadow in a flash of white. There was an air of familiarity surrounding him that I could not put my finger on; it was as if I had seen him before. A deep breath distracted me from my companion, and I watched as it curled into the night air to reunite itself with the sky. I look down at my phone, catching it as the numbers on the screen change from 9:08 to 9:09. Like a fascinated child, I peeked up from the screen of my phone to catch glimpses of the man, watching to see if he would move. He did not move, not even an inch. A statue looked more likely to budge. It was in my musings of his statuesque nature that I looked down at my phone to solve the riddle that popped up only to look back at him... gone, leaving only the trunk remaining on the platform.

What in the world! He was just there? I glanced around in the hopes of seeing him in case he moved, but no one was around. Strange? This platform is usually busy around this time.

I decided to approach the trunk, easing my way over and making sure the coast remained clear. Getting a closer look, I saw that it was pretty well kept for a trunk that looked like it could be hundreds of years old. It was made of a deep, worn, purple leather framed in iron. It had the name Bryan Smyth etched into a gold tag near the handle. It was laying closed on its side, but the latch seemed to be popped open, enticing any passerby to take a peek inside. I looked around once more before I gave in to my compulsive thoughts and lifted the trunks lid open.

It squeaked open to reveal a ladder. A ladder? In a trunk? How is that even possible? An old metal ladder descends into a depth that is unreasonable for being inside a trunk. I lifted up the bottom in hopes to see a hole, but, when I lifted it, there seemed to be nothing in the ground.

“What in the world is this?” I whisper aloud, peeking further into the trunk. The bottom of the ladder is visible and meets a metal floor, similar to an old bunker. It looks to be about 15 feet to the bottom. Grabbing the hair tie that was settled on my wrist, I hung it over the opening and dropped it down. It soundlessly fell on the ground undamaged and unbothered by the environment around it.

Now, this is one of the weirdest things I have seen outside of a book. I can either walk away like a sane person and go home, OR I could go down into a magical trunk …

I looked up and around one last time. I am NOT missing a once-in-a-lifetime chance to do something magical; a satyr never escorted me to Camp Half-Blood, and I can’t keep waiting for a late letter from Hogwarts.

I gently propped the lid of the trunk open and began my descent into the trunk. Once I reached the bottom I was greeted by a short hallway that led to a metal door. I reach down to retrieve my hair tie and pull it back onto my wrist as I begin my inspection of the door. It was an unassuming door, and, much like the trunk itself, it looked to be hundreds of years old. I crept to it and tested the handle.

Dang, this is heavy. I struggled to pull it open, getting only a few inches before I was able to peek inside. The first thing my senses picked up on was the smell of salt in the air and sand drying in the sun. Rays of light escaped through the cracked door, and I could hear rhythmic waves breaking on a beach. I pushed the door even further to venture into a familiar landscape mouth ajar. Memories of the dream I had the night before came rushing back to me in an instant. A white sandy beach, with a smooth stone path leading to the ocean and a cloudless horizon. I follow the stones with memories from the dream guiding me as I walked along the same path I once did.

As I approached the crashing surf, I could see the figure I saw on the platform. He turned to face me and shared a soft smile. Getting a good look at his face I could see his gray hair reaching through his short hair and onto his face in a rough looking beard. He looked like the kind of man you would see toting around a grandchild in his arms around Disney world.

“I was hoping your curiosity would bring you here.” he states in a baritone voice.

“Who are you?” I state defensively.

“Bryan Smyth,” he gives a slight sigh. “I suppose you don't remember me then? Then again, not many people remember their dreams.”

“What do my dreams have to do with this? And of course I don't remember the dream I had last night, they always go away in the morning.”

“You’re dreams mean all the difference. I suppose I should explain The purpose of this place — Aisling — is to redream a dream.” I look at him dumbfounded as he continues, “Dreams can do many things such as reveal something crucial about us, or reveal our true feelings and desires, they may even give us a look into future. Dreams are powerful.”

“Why am I here then? And how do you know my name?” I bite back.

He chuckles a bit showing a genuine smile, “I guess you could say this is your lucky day.”

“My lucky day? I'm not gonna lie, that sounds super suspicious. And you still haven't answered my question. How do you know my name?”

“I guess I should rephrase that then,” he looks off into the sea before saying, “I guess you have been chosen to be the next carrier and protector of the trunk, and, as for your name, I learned it when I hopped in your dream last night.”

“Chosen? And hopped into my dream? You're speaking in riddles?” I spout out as I begin to back away from him. This guy is kinda creepy.

“Personally, I think I was speaking in clear English sentences. I have the ability to enter people's dreams as they sleep, and I just so happened to enter yours where we had a lovely conversation.”

Then a memory hit me like a bag of bricks. The feeling of familiarity is justified as my brain begins to connect the dots to the dream that took place last night. Unrecognizable snippets of a conversation, with the man that stood before me, are recovered, and I now understand why he was familiar.

“Okay, say hypothetically I believe you, what's the catch? Am I gonna get cursed by the trunk if I'm its ‘carrier.’” I scrunch up my fingers in air quotes along with the word carrier.

“There is none. Do with the trunk as you like. Keep it to yourself and relive your wildest dreams, or share it with others. Whichever you choose, it's up to you. And don't worry about anything, this trunk is fairly safe.”

“So why are you giving this to me? This doesn't seem like something someone just gives away.”

“I’m too old for this thing. I barely use it, I want to give it to someone who will.”

“Thank you ... I guess? So how do I leave this place? As much as I love it here, I have a life and family I have to get back to and a train that's running late.”

“Submerge yourself in the ocean and let it take you where you want to go.”

“When I leave will I see you again?”

“Whenever our dreams cross paths.”

I stare at him for a moment before I nod and begin my walk into the breaking waves. As I walk into the sea I am submerged by the crystalline water that soon fills my lungs; however, the water flows through me as air would. I drift slowly in the peaceful ocean with its heartbeat against the shore lulling me into a content sleep.

...

When I open my eyes next it is to the shining lights of the Metra’s carriage and the thumping of the progress of the train along the tracks. I am leaning against the window with a slight dribble of saliva running from the left corner of my mouth. I quickly swipe it away and begin to sit up and gather my bearings at the abrupt change in scenery.

Was it all a dream? I think as I look around for Bryan and his signature hat amongst the rows of seats. I get up to see if he is on the lower level of the car when my leg bumps against something hard and I stub my toe causing pain to shoot up my leg. I release my breath through my nose as I reach down to cradle my now injured foot. I look up to see the culprit of my injury and see the deep purple trunk. My eyes widen, Bryan’s trunk? What is it doing here? As I look closer at the old leather bound trunk I notice a name inlaid in a gold where Bryan’s once was.

Aisling Green

Before my thoughts could run rampant I heard over the speakers, “Arriving at 100 W. Main St. Cary” My stop! Panic runs through me as I grab my backpack and begin to make sure I have all of my belongings still. Finishing up I look down again at the trunk at my feet once again. As the train comes to a stop I grab the handle and heave it up as I begin to make my exit.

As I exit the train the cold in the air once again sends chills down my spine causing me to shiver. I begin the trek to my car with the trunk firmly in my grasp.

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smolbeandrabbles · 4 years

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The Scientist - Killian (Spies in Disguise)

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Author’s Note: Well I can’t draw her, so I’m writing her. (Even though she’s our reader character with her name back so... I’m already writing for her.) AND forcing my two current MoTM to work together. Because screw the both of you and your voice actors, okay!?

Right. *ehem* Rant over. Here we go.

...Uh... If you know nothing about the Dark Crystal (Specifically Age of Resistance) then... uhm... I mean you don’t need to know much but it is heavily referenced. Anyone who knows the characters might look at the title and know exactly where I’m going to go with this... though To the people I’ve forced now to look at that moodboard 3 times. I’m not sorry.

Disclaimer: Dark Crystal characters not mine / Spies in Disguise characters not mine / lyrics not mine / OC is my baby

Premise: On the eve of an important business event Killian still has time to learn some important lessons....

Words: 2662

Warnings: Possible Dark Crystal spoilers / equal parts fluff & banter... with the tiniest bit of angst. Not Reader Insert...

________ You don't know how lovely you are I had to find you Tell you I need you Tell you I set you apart Tell me your secrets And ask me your questions Oh let's go back to the start Running in circles, coming up tails Heads on a science apart Nobody said it was easy No one ever said it would be this hard Oh take me back to the start I was just guessing at numbers and figures Pulling your puzzles apart Questions of science, science and progress Do not speak as loud as my heart Tell me you love me Come back and haunt me Oh and I rush to the start Running in circles, chasing our tails Coming back as we are

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It was getting pretty late when Killian finally glanced up from his work at the clock. He sighed, if he didn’t go now he wouldn’t even be fashionably late. He sat back in his chair and tapped the file in front of him – no, he didn’t want to go. But given the importance of the event he knew he would have to. Swivelling, Killian propped himself on his elbows to check on KiTT. The little assistance drone was busy putting all the final checks in place, chattering away to itself. Killian had long since sent her away, but he supposed it was time to call it a night. “KiTT!” The little Drone finished soldering and beeped enthusiastically, zooming through the air to his side as Killian stood; “Let’s go. It’s late.” He beeped again and then hovered ahead at pace as Killian dragged the file from the desk and began shutting down. He took a deep breath, big day tomorrow… And followed the drone out. Upon ascending to the living floor Killian could already hear the television, probably on louder that necessary, and knew she would be curled up relaxing to one of her favourite shows. Upon hearing this himself KiTT gave an excited squeak and set off quickly towards the room. Killian just chuckled and rolled his eyes; “Yeah! Don’t wait up!” He instead turned off at their bedroom to deposit the file on his side table and pick out a tie. Once that was sorted he crossed the corridor and into the little room she’d set herself up in.

“Ashlinn, would you-” He paused and raised an eyebrow at the TV screen. She was concentrating hard, hair pulled back off her face in a high pony tail, knees up, blanket around her, thumb pressed up against her lips, green eyes wide. Killian stepped a little closer and leant forward, intrigued. “Are they… puppets?” She nearly jumped, and then threw the remote at him; “OH MY GOD-! KNOCK-!” That only made him laugh as she scrambled to pause it; “Sorry, I didn’t realise you were that into it.” “This is pretty dark stuff, you just gave me a heart attack!” He noticed that KiTT was now resting next to her on the sofa; “Oh and he didn’t? Dark?!” He indicated to the screen, “It looks like the Muppets, what is this?” “First off- How dare you! This is the Dark Crystal: Age of Resistance!” Ashlinn glared at him, arms folded “Second of all – I guess you’re not wrong, it’s all Jim Henson. Third of all, KiTT doesn’t bother me and actually sat down quietly. Unlike some people.” Killian sat next to her and presented himself to show he could also do just that; “I see you’re not going to forgive me until I ask about it.” “…It’s pretty good, yeah.” She narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. He crossed his legs, resting his foot up on his knee and pointed back to the screen – a single character now stuck on pause “Who is that?” “Rian. He’s the hero. Or, one of. To be honest, I didn’t like him at first – annoying – but he grows on you.” “Uh huh. I see…” He tipped his head, the character looked a little like an Elf. But Killian wasn’t really getting passed the puppets and his smile was amused. “Great colour scheme though.” Ashlinn scoffed, yeah he would think that, blue and black. “So, if he’s the hero but is annoying. Who is your favourite?” She laughed, giving him a sideways glance of significance; “Oh, you know me, K. I’ve always had a thing for the bad guy.” He raised an eyebrow at her, “Oh? Are they strange little puppets too?” “I mean I guess.” She gave a shrug “Although they don’t look like that – they are strange, raptor… bird creatures. My personal favourite is the Emperor… though half of it is probably Jason Isaacs’ voice acting, cuz hot damn.” Killian wasn’t sure if he should be worried about her or not, but his face was clearly bemused. It didn’t deter Ashlinn “…You got nothing to worry about babe, trust me.” “Are you sure… I mean, this raptor bird thing is an Emperor.” “Ha. Ha. You’re in luck, he’s black and purple. Oh but he does have pretty neat blue eyes.” “Blue eyes and a great voice. That… sounds familiar.” His smirk was almost cocky, “Well yeah – and a bad guy. I’m a complete sucker. Thank God I have you!” He had to chuckle at her dry humour. “Anyone else, or is he the epitome of characters.” “Well, Deet, she’s one of the heroines, is just absolutely adorable…” Killian watched the way Ashlinn’s eyes lit and the way her voice pitched. That was something he recognized in her alright, from days long since past. He hadn’t seen a lot of it since Kyrgyzstan... “I see. And is she a raptor bird or does she look like Rian?” He pointed back to the screen “Or neither?” “Oh. No! She’s not a Skeksis! She’s a Gelfling like Rian, but a completely different type. So she’s green. OH! And girls have wings.” All Killian looked now was completely lost. “…Right.” “I’ve lost you, haven’t I?” “Yup.” Ashlinn indicated to the screen “You could just watch?” Killian would say yes, but he also knew he had to leave. And in the back of her head, Ash knew that too, so she sighed, trying not to make him say it for himself. “…You know…” her voice was quiet, and she lowered her eyes from his face “…There is another character. And maybe you’d like him…” “Go on…” “He’s… I dunno… I mean I guess he’s one of the bad guys, but he kinda has a heart and he cares about a few things, y’know… He actually refers to some of the creatures as his friends. He likes tinkering with things, and experimenting… I mean, maybe he’s a little crazy, but it all adds to the charm.” Killian watched the little smile creep across her face, “And he kinda snuck up on me, I didn’t exactly expect to like him but then – boom – he successfully infiltrated my heart… And he’s kinda a little isolated and no one understands him. Sometimes they are downright mean... I don’t like that very much. BUT he’s a complete genius, like oh my god! Without him they wouldn’t have a CLUE! He also ends up in some not fantastic situations because of some complete assholes.” She gave a shrug “I mean I guess he’s a little like you.” Killian had a feeling she was going to come to that conclusion. “What’s his name?” “The Scientist.” She smiled gently, “But he… he’s also cybernetic. But like almost literally in exactly the same way you are. I mean it’s his right arm and his right eye but… it was a weird thing to suddenly realise. I mean I think his leg too, but that’s more me, so we’ll forget that - And I mean the eye at least wasn’t his fault… But I just. Do I love him because of you or is it just… that I’m making a connection that-” “Ash.” Killian brought her back to him gently, “It’s okay… you made your point.” But he was smiling too, “So. This Scientist. You think he’d be my favourite?” “I mean he’s cool and he’s my baby, so yeah.” “Your baby…” He chuckled at the protective way she said it, and even that notion made sense – as the way she was with him; “Fair enough…” But after perhaps piquing his interest, Ashlinn wanted to take this as far as she could; “He’s also voiced by Mark Hamill. Which, I think is pretty damn cool on its own.” “Luke Skywalker, huh?” “Yeah.” Ashlinn gave a gentle knowing smile which only made him laugh, “Okay, darling I get it.” “Well I just need to make sure you do alright!? Though I can’t say any of them are Australian. Which is a shame.” He sighed gently, “I always knew it was the accent.” “Certainly is! Everything else I hate but that’s pretty sexy.” “Well if one thing keeps you here who am I to argue...!?” Killian’s eyes flicked to the screen curiously “...what does he look like?” “Oh! You’re interested?” She beamed - But instead of hitting play Ashlinn scrabbled for her phone, typing in details she turned it around to him. “Ta da!” Killian took it from her delicately, immediately getting the “cybernetic” physicality comparison but also- “Oh my god-! Is that what they look like!?” He couldn’t really hide his face of disgust, “Yeah. Bird raptors is right! I hope you’re not making a physical comparison!” To jab back at him Ashlinn simply folded her arms; “Well you can hardly talk! I mean-!” He opened his mouth, wanting her to be so bold as to try that one again; “Don’t you dare!” “I offered plastic surgery-!” She simply gave another shrug, not breaking her measured stare “Oh my god! How could you say that to my face-!?” He throw her phone across the room in revulsion and it clattered twice. “Well that was uncalled for!” “I do not look like THAT!” She snorted, placing her hand over her heart at how serious Killian was taking her – and then took a deep breath, looking at him like he was insane. A look he was rather too used to these days; “What-!? That’s not what I said!” “Good. Unless you’re about to tell me you’re attracted-” Ashlinn held her hands up “Woooah, I think that’s something else! And would be incredibly private! Thankyouverymuch-!” There was a pause as Killian eyed her suspiciously, then he sighed “I’ll get your phone…” “Thank you.” She watched him draw himself to height, and as her stare was already so intense she couldn’t help but bite her lip as she watch him cross the room, and then stride back. He resumed the same comfortable position he’d just left and held it out to her, not catching her eye - Ashlinn took it back just as delicately as he had - noticing the way Killian smiled as she made sure to brush her fingertips against his. “But I mean it… I think you’d really like to see a character who… is like… you are.” Ashlinn gave a shrug; “It might help.” Then she grinned with a wink; “Besides, we already know: Cybernetics are sexy!” He took her hand in his for a moment, though his huffed laugh was in agreement, “Ash… Darling… You’ve helped enough. But if you want me to watch it with you, of course I will. Only, tonight, I’m afraid I cannot.” She glanced to his attire; and more noticeably his slacked tie. “Oh! I’m sorry, you could have just asked!” “No. I wanted to hear you talk about your Dark Crystal.” “You did not!” “Not necessarily true – It makes you happy… Ties are just… hard.” He indicated to his hands, then sat still for her. Ashlinn knelt up and pulled Killian towards her, tugging the tie she looped it into an Eldredge knot and pulled it tight, straightening his collar. “Big event?” “Corporate.” “That explains the waistcoat.” She brushed him down; “It looks pretty sexy I’ll give it that.” “Don’t you start!” He gave her a warning look, but it was half hearted, and she offered him a smirk back; “Don’t forget to pick me up some diamonds!” “Oh no!” Killian pulled her into him kissing her temple “No stealing tonight-!” She snickered, even though she knew that; “Aw, you’re no fun!” “Mmm, so you say.” He murmured against her skin, but all that did was send a shiver of delight up her spine. “J-Just be careful with that arm.” Killian let her turn to him, releasing her from his grip, although Ashlinn kept her hands on him; “I will, I promise.” Her eyes searched his face, curiously, “…What is it for?” “You mean who am I tonight?” He tipped his head, “Tristan.” “Then be EXTRA careful.” “Ashlinn…” He nearly murmured it, blue eyes looking between hers, “You have my word.” “Good. Keep it.” She let him go and kissed his cheek, curling back up on the sofa. Killian shook his head slowly, she was about as unfathomable as her explanation of the program she was watching, and pulled Ash back to him. This time his lips were against hers, and she closed those gorgeous green eyes, running her hands up his chest and wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she didn’t dare crease his suit or mess his hair up. Killian on the other hand could run his hands through her long dark hair. He wanted it to last longer, he wanted to lay her back and make her forget about whoever this Scientist guy was and get her lost in real cybernetics… But he knew he couldn’t, and Killian pulled back all too fast. “I’m sorry. I wish I could stay.” She did her best to look understanding, “No, go, this is important I know. Go-!” He stood, and shrugged on his suit jacket; “I’ll leave you to your… bird raptors now…” “Please, who needs those cybernetics when I have yours.” “And your own.” He snapped his fingers, “Intriguing notion.” “Oh shit! You had the same one.” He chuckled, leaving that to her imagination; “I’ll see you later, Ashlinn.” “Awwww--!” She whined, “That’s not fair!” Ash watched him walk away, the way he still tucked his arm behind his back like that. Bother, or shame, or because it looked cool... she wondered which Killian would admit to. It wasn’t the lightest material but she’d made sure that his muscles and his back could hold it. Maybe it was easier to balance his weight distribution that way..? She thought voicing it might just get his back up, but it didn’t make her any less sad about it. And she worried. Mind you, Ashlinn always worried. More so now than ever before.

Killian paused at the door and turned back to her; “I’ll be really late home, okay, so… don’t wait up for me.” Her eyes flicked to the screen, and then back to him; “Uh… Yeah.” He rolled his eyes; “Alright unless the show is still on!” Killian blew her a kiss, “Goodnight Ashlinn!” But listening to his footsteps fade away only made her feel lonely and she had to call him back; “Tristan! I love you!” He stopped dead, and chuckled. Tristan… A name he’d be hearing all night, but never the way she’d just yelled it. Well, how could he just leave her at that? He glanced at his watch – he still had time. Turning, he walked all the way back – but he didn’t stop at that. Gathering her face in his hands, Killian kissed first her forehead, and then her hair; “Silly girl. You think I don’t already know that?” Ashlinn placed her hands over his – running her fingertips gently over his cybernetics – that part of the conversation far from forgotten. And let him gently release her, not letting his fingertips part from hers until they absolutely had to – smile beaming, and eyes full of adoration. Killian was never sure he really deserved either – but what else did he have these days?

His walk away from her this time was slower, and he once again paused at the door, locking those blue eyes on her with an intense stare; “I mean it! Get some rest it’s a big day tomorrow!” Then he disappeared, knowing that he now certainly was running late. But Ashlinn couldn’t resist one more call back; “I know! I hope you’ve brushed up on your Japanese!” And the last thing she heard was his laugh echoing down the hallway as he made his way to the helipad. She ran a hand over KiTT, who beeped at her affectionately, and she smiled, biting her lips together and then running her fingers over them as his kiss lingered with her just a little longer. “Okay, KiTT… where were we?”

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...Soooo... we almost got a Netflix and Chill moment there. Dammit Killian, who cares about the damn party-!?

Ashlinn probably has a voice kink, size kink, and likely a cybernetics kink too... 🤔

I hope this comparison is Original - and I’m taking credit! But I was watching and suddenly it all clicked

Thank you for reading 💜💙

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rosesisupposes · 5 years

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Hey I saw you were offering fluff and I'm a hoe for Prinxiety, only if you feel motivated too though! Love your writing xxx

So, this may not be what you meant, but… I watched The Unicorn Store the other day and I loved it, and one of the characters’ names was literally Virgil. So in a slight mix-and-matched fashion, here’s that :D

The Store

Pairings: Prinxiety, Moceit (Paternal Royality, Paternal Roceit); brief moment of analogical if you squint.

Warnings: Self-doubt, reference to possible hallucinations; reference to abuse and miscarriage; also, minimal editing

Word Count: much longer than intended 4,434 words

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Roman, dearest Roman, grew up with a deep love for unicorns, and rainbows, and all things glitter. His imagination let him have wild and beautiful adventures with his pet unicorn. His name was Steve.

He drew him, over and over, hoping that if he just nailed it perfectly, his parents would understand, and finally see himBut while Pat and Dee indulged his stories and encouraged his art, it was clear they’d never really understand.

They did send him to art school though

He wanted to love it, wanted to meet all those people who thought like him, who saw the world like him

Unfortunately what he found was a mentor who’s best-known work was a photography series called Stick in a Box

In the final evaluation, they were asked to make a self-portrait

Roman’s classmates had beautifully composed but tiny charcoal drawings of themselves, lined up in neat 8.5x11 boxes

Roman’s drawing was technically perfect, too. But it was a charcoal of a unicorn on a hill, surrounded with stripes of purple, yellow, pink, green, red that stretched off the box, off the canvas, and onto the wall itself. As a final touch, he said a wish to himself and blew on glitter

Unfortunately, his mentor was… unimpressed. And Roman became an art school dropout, back in his dads’ house, shifted to the basement because his room had become a home gym

His dads were still supportive, though. They knew he’d bounce back. But it didn’t always help when they’d talk about “now that you’ve tried that” and “finding a new path”

Also, they kept bringing over their neighbor, Emile, who was Roman’s age. Emile has just started working with them at their retreat service for troubled and at-risk teens. And it’s not that Roman didn’t like Emile, it just felt like… they were prouder of him than their son the failure.

Okay, maybe Roman did dislike Emile.

So in a fit of… jealousy? Desperation? Roman announces he’s joining a temp agency. He’s going to have an office job. So, Dad, Papa, please make sure to purchase plenty of pens and graph paper as he will need them now. He even borrows Pat’s old office clothes. A bit outdated perhaps, but he’s professional now.

He starts at the ad agency/communications firm and damn does he look the part, he’s sure. Even if his work is boring. Even if the people are very caught up in very small concerns.

In the middle of the very, very beige cubicles, and the very, very dull conversations, Roman finds a letter. It has his name on it, spelled in glitter and rhinestones. And it invites him to The Store.

But he’s… he’s being professional now. He’s a businessman. He doesn’t care about frivolity like glitter. Right?

When the second letter arrives, still with his name, still with the same address, still with no signature… well, it might not be smart but he can’t help it

He goes to the address to find a lone, flickering neon sign that says The Store. He walks in to an elevator that has no buttons, but descends on its own. He walks through a pink-lit hallway to a curtain of rainbows, and finally emerges into a grand old room that’s been…. transformed.

On one side: a gate closes off a clear space. On the other: several grand tables are arranged with fruit and hay bales. The back wall has a long bar and freezers of ice cream. And in the middle, a man stands with a slight smile and adjusts his bright purple tie and the shiny satin matching suit jacket.

“Welcome, Roman!”

“How do you know my name?”

“I’ve been expecting you, of course. Though you are late, by several days. It’s rather impolite not to respond to an invitation immediately, you know.”

“What is this place?”

“It’s the Store. And I am the Salesman.” Roman notices what definitely looks like long strings of tinsel in the man’s dark hair.

“What kind of store?”

“The kind that sells that and only that which you need”

“Which is?”

“Roman, don’t be ridiculous. You know what it is. You’ve known your whole life.”

The Salesman flicks on the huge screen above the door. Footage of graceful horses under rainbows, horses in meadows, horses sleeping… except they all have a beautiful, spiral horn in their foreheads.

“Unicorns?! You have real, actual unicorns?”

“Yes we do. And I contacted you specifically to make you this offer: we have a unicorn, just for you.”

Roman starts to tear up. "Really? You do? For me? I was right, all this time? Oh my goodness, can i see her? Him? Them? Do unicorns have genders?“

“They do, if they want them. Yours isn’t here yet: you need to prove you’ll take good care of them first. A unicorn isn’t just a pet, you know. They’re a commitment. They will love you forever. Can you keep one safe forever?”

“I think I can,” Roman responds, though he’s still jittery and very glittery.

“Excellent! Here’s the first requirement, then,” the Salesman responds. He pulls out a shiny folder. In it is a description of “Sheltering and Feeding Your Unicorn”

“Do you have space to accommodate a unicorn? Can you feed one? To qualify for unicorn ownership, you must first demonstrate that you’re able to provide for them.”

Roman thinks of his basement room with a wince. “Uh, not yet. But I will!”

“And can you demonstrate that you’re stably employed, able to continue providing?”

“I will do that too.”

He heads off in a whirlwind of giddy and righteous energy. He’s getting a unicorn. He’ll do whatever it takes!

First stop is the hardware store. He finds a man in the lumber section.

“Hello good sir! I am in the market for lumber.”

“Whatcha building.”

“A stable.”

“How big’s the horse?”

“Uh, not quite a horse, but um. Bigger than a pony, but you know, they can probably become whatever size I need them to be. Um, just your average small horse, I suppose?”

“Where you buildin’ it?”

“My bedroom”

The man stares, then picks up his radio. “Virgil, please report to the lumber department.”

“Will he be able to help me?”

The man doesn’t answer, just rolls his eyes and walks off

Roman wanders until he finds the worker with the nametag “Virgil”

“So, are you the builder?”

“Uh, what?”

“The man said you could help me.”

“Yeahhh, he definitely just said that to fuck with me. I’m not really a carpenter, I just do stock.”

“Well, you know more about it than me! Maybe you could try?”

Virgil stares down at Roman earnest smile, then finally sighs. “I mean, I’m gonna get paid, right? Might as well.”

He’s then the first to point out that Roman’s… ‘pony’ won’t want to live in his basement.

But in the backyard, there’s the slightly-rotted ruins of Roman’s childhood castle. It’s not structurally sound, but the space is good. And maybe some of the wood is salvageable. Roman starts kicking in the walls for good measure, and Virgil, with a strange fascination bordering on entertainment, joins in at his urging.

The hardest part is keeping his parents from asking about Virgil’s visits. Roman is very tired of being reminded that among his many failings, he doesn’t even have a partner. And the eagerness with which Dad and Papa ask about the ‘young man’’ who keeps visiting kinda makes it obvious they hope that’s why. In Pat and Dee’s defense, they’re not trying to be pushy. They just saw the conspiratorial smiles Roman kept flashing Virgil, and the bemused but amused smiles Virgil returned.

But Roman’s getting a unicorn. Who needs a boyfriend when the unicorn will love him more than any human ever could or has.

Roman returns to The Store. “I’m building a stable, and I have an appointment to go buy hay. What’s next?”

“Ah, good. Now that you’re building a home worthy of a unicorn, you need to ensure the full environment is appropriate. Here, hold this.”

The Salesman hands Roman a spiraled cone. It feels like ivory, but is far too heavy.

“Is this…?”

“Yes, a horn. They’re fragile creatures, but the weight of caring from one is all too real. Will your unicorn be surrounded by support and love? Is there a healthy family environment for them to come home to?”

Roman realizes that he’s not been on… particularly good terms with his dads. And it’s probably not all their fault. So he volunteers to join a weekend retreat: rafting and camping with the kids. And Dad, and Papa. And Emile

If there’s one thing Roman can say for Emile, it’s that he’s a really great trier. He’s not particularly good at paddling. He volunteers to pitch a tent on his own and…. Well. It got up eventually.

Roman’s helping two of the teens assemble their own tent when Pat calls out to get ready for Truth Circle. The girls snort under their breath but call back to say they’re coming.

“What’s truth circle?”

“Ugh, it’s so lame. It’s going around and sharing and they want it to be some deep shit. But I make up something every time and they can’t tell.”

True to her word, the young woman, sitting around the campfire, tells a tearful story of how her mom cut up all her tube tops and she just misses them, so much. A young man says he’s "so tired of assumptions just because i like loud music, and like knives, doesn’t mean i’m gonna attack my English teacher! I like my English teacher."

To each pronouncement, Pat and Dee nod seriously, occasionally offering "Thank you” and “Good share”

Roman just feels worse and worse, knowing that all of these kids are probably laughing at his dads on the inside, so when they ask if he’d like to share anything…

“I’ve been working really hard lately, trying to improve my life,” he starts, and Pat and Dee are beaming, holding hands. “I really want to make it all worth it, you know? Because growing up, people kept wanting to not play with me, and every birthday I wished for the same thing: someone to love me, unconditionally. And I know I’ve been flighty, and selfish, but I’m finally at a turning point where all my hard work feels worth it. And It’s because I’m finally about to get the one thing I’ve always wanted: a unicorn.”

His dads’ faces drop. “Uh, kiddos, we’re gonna have a quick lil mini family circle over here, okay? Emile, you want to lead some campfire songs?”

Pat is the first to speak. "Ro, I was so happy when you told us you wanted to come, but this is just rude. This weekend is for the kids, why can’t you pretend to take it seriously?”

Dee puts a calming hand on Pat’s shoulder. “Roro, your dad’s right. If you wanted to make jabs at us for not getting you a puppy, you could have done that at home.”

Roman tries to explain. “No, I mean it, I’m working on getting one. I’m making a good home for it and everything. I wouldn’t lie about this!”

“Oh, and you didn’t lie about 'Steve’ eating all the cotton candy all those years?”

“That doesn’t count, I was a child!”

“And yet you’re still acting like one”

Roman is practically crying with frustration. “You know they’re the ones lying, right?” he whisper-screams. “All those kids. Just making up whatever bullshit they think you’ll accept. And I sit here, actually telling the truth, and you don’t believe me!”

Dee sighs. “We know they lie, Ro. Of course they do. Her mom beats her,” he gestures with his head to a girl. “His father passed away suddenly. Xe had a miscarriage. They just got out of an emotionally abusive relationship. They all lie, outrageously, and then suddenly one day they’re telling the truth because they trust that now no one will believe them when they’re actually vulnerable. But we know, and we’re there when they do.”

“Is that the problem?” Pat asks softly. “Were we just bad enough parents that you’re doing the same thing to us?”

“No, of course not!” Roman insists. He’s properly crying now. “I’m trying to tell you…” He trails off, seeing their disbelief. “Fine. I’ll just… go. You guys can adopt Emile instead.”

In the background, Emile pops his head up. “Did someone call me?”

All three shout back, “NO!”

Roman stares at his dads for another moment, helplessly, then stomps off.

He fucked up. Now there won’t be a loving family environment. Now he’ll never get his unicorn.

He gets home and glares at the rainbows and Care Bears and streamers in his room, then starts bagging them up. All of them. All of the old drawings, and paints, and especially the glitter. Plus the hay he’d lovingly dyed rainbow, and the huge amount of carrots.

He throws them all in bags and goes to toss them in the backyard, when he can no longer hold it back and starts to cry. All these hopes he’d been building. All his childhood dreams coming true. All for nothing.

He hides in the grey basement all weekend, staring at the dumb assignment about a dumb vacuum for his dumb job. He was urged to make a pitch for the ad campaign, unless he wants to stay a temp forever. And even if he can’t get his unicorn, he’d like to create something again. But a vacuum? a “mystic” vacuum? What even is that.

On Sunday afternoon, he hears power tools from the backyard, and drags himself outside to tell Virgil he can stop working on the dumb stable now. But Virgil hasn’t just finished the stable. He’s decorated.

And it is an explosion of color.

“Oh my goodness gracious,” he breathes, looking at all the rainbows painted up and down the walls. Drawings are pasted all around, with strings of tinsel everywhere. “Are these… my drawings?”

“Uh, yeah, you put all the materials out here, isn’t that why?”

“Did I put all these in those bags?”

“Well, no- your dads saw what I was doing and brought out their favorites of your art to add”

“They… like my art? But it’s all the unicorns, I thought…”

He brushes away a tear. His original drawing of Steve is here, a big red heart with a very spiky stick figure. And so is his high school masterpiece, a photorealistic unicorn rearing in the sunset.

Virgil scuffs a sneaker against the ground. Like the stable, he’s a little technicolor, splats of paint on his pants and shoes and face. “Do you like it?”

“Like it?”

“I… you made an art show of me. Of all I’ve done over the years. And you didn’t give up on this ridiculous project. Thank you, Virgil. I love it.” He stares, and suddenly grins. “Hey, any chance there’s some glitter left over? I have an idea.”

He prepares a gorgeous, glitter-filled presentation for the damn vacuum, and even makes it a demonstration of how well it works in one go. It’s the Mystic Vacuum. It’s dreams coming true. It’s an experience.

But the working world does not care if employees are going through a coming-of-age realization. Cubicles are immune to your thinking-outside-the-box thinking. The 'safe’ presentation of terribly restricted gender norms gets the ad.

He comes home, a little crushed, but Pat’s there waiting for him.

“Papa, I fucked up. Again. I just… really suck at being a grown-up”

“Did you go for it, though? Did you try?”

“..yeah”

“Did you care about doing it?”

“…yeah”

“Then you’re doing great, kiddo. The most grown-up thing you can do is fail at something you care about.”

Roman sniffs, and hugs Patton tightly. “Thanks, Pop Star”

“Now, do you want to hear what Emile did?”

Roman struggles for a moment. “I’m trying very hard to be grown-up, but I really don’t.”

“No trust me. You do.”

Roman eyes him warily.

"When we were coming back from the campsite, he got tangled up in his own life jacket. And fell into the water because of it.”

“…really?”

“Mmmhmm. And… I may have taken longer than I should have to get him out because I had to not be laughing when I pulled him back into the boat.”

Roman chuckles, then laughs, and Pat’s laughing too.

And suddenly, Roman notices something.

“What are those on the wall? Are those my paintings?”

“Oh those? Yesirree!”

“Did you just put them up?”

“Of course not. They’ve been up since you sent them home in freshman year, sweetie.”

“…you didn’t help Virgil just because you felt bad?”

“Oh honey, no. We’ve always loved your art.” Patton ruffles his hair. “We just want you to be happy.”

Thanks to Pat, Roman shakes off his setback, and when he sees a call from Virgil, he picks up eagerly. They go out for dinner, Roman still in his glitter from the presentation. And it is… wonderful. Virgil is sarcastic and witty, and only ever seems to mock Roman with the same level of skepticism he gives literally everyone else.

Until he finally asks, “So, now that it’s done, when are you getting the pony?That’s the big secret, right, you’re actually buying a pony?"

And Roman smiles and says, "Almost.”

“You see, I’m getting a unicorn.”

And Virgil stares a moment. Then he cracks a smile. “Cute, I get it. Like the pictures.”

“No, for real!” Roman tells him. “I’ve been working on this so that I can get a unicorn. I mean, I don’t know if I’m back in the running, but I think I fixed the family environment too so, hopefully.”

And now Virgil goes still. He’s concerned.

“Um. So, where is this unicorn coming from?”

“The Unicorn Store,” Roman responds matter-of-factly.

“Uh-huh,” Virgil nods slowly. “And that’s definitely a real place.”

“Yeah, I’ve been there several times. It’s lovely, and the Salesman is wild.”

Virgil’s eyes are a little bit bugging out of his head now. "The Salesman?”

“Yeah, he gave me the steps I need to get my unicorn. Place to live, nice environment, prove i can support them, you know. Like pet adoption, but better.”

“You gave him your financial information? Ro, I know you’re really excited but… this sounds like a scam.”

“Why does no one believe me? It’s real, I swear. There’s even a hay-staurant.”

“…you say you’ve been there? Can I come see?”

“I don’t see why not”

But when they get there, nothing seems right. The entryway sign is gone. The elevator still moves, but it doesn’t open to a pink hallway. And in the room… the decorations are gone. The Salesman isn’t there. The screen is missing. And Roman… starts to doubt. Virgil isn’t surprised, but he’s worried. Roman looks so heartbroken… did he really believe in this? A grown man, thinking he’d actually get a unicorn?

“Ro, we should go. If you need help making sure that guy hasn’t used your info to, I don’t know, buy random things, withdrawing money… I can help.”

“No,” Roman insists. “No, he’ll be back. I’ll stay.”

“Roman, c'mon, don’t do this…”

“I know what I saw!” he shouts. “It was real!”

“I don’t doubt he did a great job with the showmanship, Ro. I believe you. But he’s clearly gone now, and… it might be time to assume he’s not coming back.”

Roman doesn’t turn, and Virgil sighs. He keeps hoping Roman will relent, but if there’s one thing he’s already learned about this man, it’s that he’s stubborn. So he leaves alone. And Roman waits until he hears the elevator leave to break down.

Virgil, walking out, feels something in his shoe. He checks - it’s hay. Rainbow hay. But he expected that - it was a scam, right? A well-done scam. He walks on.

Roman goes home and finds himself just sitting in the stable, dejectedly. It’s so lovely, and it made him so happy but… He knew he was a daydreamer. Had he really fallen for such a ridiculous thing?

Dee and Pat find him together, and sit with him in the stable.

“It’s really well built,” Pat comments.

“And your art is lovely,” Dee says, fondly tracing a unicorn horn on the wall.

Roman sniffs. “It’s just a catalog of mania at this point. My slow descent into madness.”

Dee hugs him around the shoulders. “Roberry, you’re not crazy. You have a spark that is just… so unique. No one could hope to match the way you view the world. Hell, even I can’t. Neither can your Papa. But that doesn’t mean you’re wrong. It means we’re just limited.”

“Is this some of that feel-d trip stuff you tell the troubled teens?”

Dee grins. “Nah, they never believe the sappy shit. This is just for you.”

Roman wipes his eyes. “I’m sorry I’m such a disappointment.”

Dee and Pat object in one voice.

Dee continues, “Hun, you are so loved. By us, by the people who meet you… You’re joy, Roman. You remind people of joy.”

“And that boy seems to really like you, too.”

Roman groans. “He definitely thinks I’m crazy.”

“Give him a chance, okay?” Pat asks, patting Roman’s shoulder. “He might surprise you.”

“He built this, didn’t he?” Dee asks, gesturing around. “He’s gotta like you at least a little.”

The next day, Roman goes back to the hardware store, looking for him. He searches every department, and all the back rooms he can sneak into, but nothing. No Virgil. He ends up sitting in the backyard, glaring at the stable, but still… hoping.

He’s interrupted one day by a very tentative knock on the back gate. And Virgil comes out, looking sheepish.

“Hey, sorry, I didn’t mean to disappear…”

“I was looking for you at the hardware store?”

“I got transferred, actually. Turns out having a full construction project to my name means your boy got promoted. I’m… sorry, about the store. I shouldn’t have left you so abruptly.”

“It’s okay. And congrats.”

Virgil sits in the stable next to Roman, and smiles when Roman leans over on his shoulder.

He’s about to suggest they get coffee when Roman’s phone starts ringing.

“Hello?”

“Congratulations, Roman! He’s arrived!”

“Who is this? Who’s arrived?”

“The Salesman, of course. And your unicorn. He is here in the store, waiting for you.”

Virgil stares at the phone. “That’s him?” he mutters. “Here, if he’s a scammer, let me talk to him, okay?”

“I… you’re sure? He’s there?” Roman asks. His heart is in his throat. What if it really all had been true? What if Virgil scares him away? “I came by, and you were gone…”

“We don’t set up the full store for just anyone, Roman. It’s not for him. It’s just for you. But you need to let me know if you’re serious about this unicorn. If you don’t want him, there’s a woman who’s qualified who needs him just as much.”

“I’m coming!” Roman interjects. “Don’t give him away, please! I’ll be there as soon as I can!”

He jumps up and is practically sprinting to the car, Virgil barely able to keep up.

“Roman, can I at least come with?”

“Yes, sure, just don’t tell me not to go,” Roman says, practically vibrating with excitement.

The decorations aren’t fully back, but the sign outside is, at least. They descend through the elevator, and this time… the hall isn’t empty.

“Ah, Roman! You made it! And I see you brought… a companion,” the Salesman says, eyeing Virgil suspiciously. “He will, of course, have to stay out here while you meet him.”

“He’s really here?” Roman asks breathlessly. “My…?”

“Your unicorn, yes. I called you to say so, did I not? He’s right through those doors.”

“And I can meet him?”

“Yes, of course. You don’t have to take him home - as I said, another woman also needs him if you don’t want to anymore”

Virgil outright staring at the Salesman’s outfit. It’s blue today, all satin and rhinestones and tinsel. But still with a nicely-tied tie. The Salesman looks back, and adjusts his glasses. “Salutations.”

Roman approaches the doorway slowly, and eases it open. Rainbows spill out as he walks in, letting the door close behind him.

He is…. beautiful.

He’s there, in real life. A huge, graceful horse with a pearl horn and a shimmery mane. He wickers at Roman’s approach.

“Hi,” Roman breathes. “You’re… oh my god, you’re here. It’s Mr. Unicorn, right? Do you care?”

The creature nods.

Roman feels tears rolling down his cheeks as he reaches out a gentle hand to caress the beautiful thing’s nose.

“I’ve waited for you for so long. I wished for you every birthday. I would close my eyes and think 'send me someone to love me, unconditionally, for me.’" He smiles wetly. "I called you Steve.”

“And I… I worried so badly that you weren’t real, because I needed you to be real. I needed you to really, really love me. But…” Roman looks into a pair of soft brown eyes, huge and understanding. They feel… familiar.

“But I can’t bring you home with me. Because there’s a woman out there who needs you more than I do. And you are going to love her, okay? You’re going to love her and support her, and never judge her dreams. You’re going to make sure she knows you love her. And… and you make sure she never feels alone, okay?”

The unicorn nods, and nuzzles Roman’s chest. He wipes his eyes. “I’m going to hug you now, is that okay?” Another nod.

Roman throws his arms around the equine neck, breathing in the strange mix of lavender and sugar and sunlight that is the unicorn’s scent. A hair from the mane gets stuck to him, and easily breaks off. He tries to give it back, but the unicorn shakes his head. A memento. Just for him.

He turns to go, and sees the Salesman has entered, and brought Virgil with him. Virgil is staring, open-mouthed.

“Mr. The Salesman- I can’t take him. Please give him to the woman you mentioned, okay? She earned it, right?”

“She did. And since you no longer are a client, you can just call me Logan.”

Roman wipes his eyes, but holds tight to the single hair. “As long as he’s happy.”

“Will you be?” Logan asks. His face doesn’t betray any emotion.

Roman walks to Virgil’s side, and takes his hand. “Yeah, I think I will.”

fin

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Irresistible - Chapter 5

The following week Jennifer and I were putting our things away in the locker room before our pilates class when I heard something that caught my attention.

“Have you gone out with Pete recently?”

“No,” came the annoyed response. “He’s been going out with that jewelry store girl for a while now.” I’d heard that voice before. Trina.

By this point Jennifer was listening as well and looking at me with wide eyes. I just held up a finger to my lips to shush her.

“Which girl? Wait, is that the one from Bernard’s? Kinda cute, decent tits?”

I looked at Jennifer shocked and although tiny, she looked like she was ready to go fight them. I shook my head, more interested in hearing what they were going to say about me.

“Yea, that one. Obviously she’s just using him for the money or something.“

“And he’s probably just using her for sex,” the friend replied.

“Probably. He used to call me like once a week at least, now I haven’t heard from him in forever. Maybe I’ll call him soon. He’s gotta be bored by now.”

My blood was starting to boil at this point. How dare they assume I was using him for anything! This is why I never went out with guys who had a ton of money or status. I didn’t want to be a part of the gossip.

Just then another girl walked in, glancing at us before continuing to the next row of lockers. “Who are we talking about?”

“Pete and that nobody he’s been dating; I think her name is (YN).”

“You know she is like right over there?” The new girl said.

Jennifer and I both looked at each other again with panic written on both our faces. I decided to get up, rounded the corner, and looked at the group of Lululemon clad girls who had just finished the class before ours.

“Thanks for calling me cute, but only decent tits? Really? I think they’re better than that!” I said before I left the locker room with Jennifer giggling behind me.

“Did you see the looks on their faces?” Jennifer asked when we were out of the locker room. “Wait, are you ok?”

I shook my head and leaned against the wall. “I don’t want to have to deal with all this bullshit. I just wanna date a cool guy who is in to me too, but instead I get one who is all wrapped up in the society pages and real housewives wannabes who think they’re entitled and,” I could feel the tears start to well up. “Its not what I wanted and its exhausting.”

“Its ok to say you’re hurt by what they said,” Jennifer said quietly, rubbing my arm.

I nodded. “And it sucks because none of it is true.”

“I know. Come on, lets get to class.”

That night when I got home I kept staring at my phone. Pete and I didn’t have plans, because we were two individuals who liked each others company, but we weren’t a couple, we just went out, were dating, no big deal.

Except I just kept imagining Trina in her stupid Lululemon outfit calling Pete and him meeting up with her and them making out and then…

No, I had to stop myself. I was going off the rails. I picked up the phone.

Talk me down babe.

Whats up? Christine replied.

Tell me not to txt pete about what hes doing rn

Do NOT text Pete about what or who he is doing what now!

Why tf would you say that?

I thought you were being chill with him

Ugh I am. But I like him. I just dontlike all the girls who wanna get with him and his $$$

The money isn’t the problem, it’s the shit associated with the money that’s the problem, you know it

Youre right

I’m always right. So text him and be like hey, thinking of you lets hang when youre in town or whatever

I sighed. Christine was right very very often, and it was obnoxious. I picked up my phone again.

Just wanted to say hey

Ugh. That was dumb, but it was sent so there was nothing more I could do. A few minutes later as I was about a mile deep on some random Instagram, Pete called.

“Hey,” I answered, still feeling very self-conscious about how lame my text was.

“Hey beautiful, I saw your text and thought I’d call.”

“What’s going on?”

“I just landed back in Chicago, wanna grab dinner?”

“Oh, I didn’t think you were getting back for a while. Is there a problem?”

“Nothing major, but they need me in a meeting tomorrow morning, so here I am.”

“Well isn’t it my lucky day then,” I couldn’t help but smile.

“So, dinner?”

“As long as you don’t have any better offers.”

“God no. I’ll be the in a few.”

I felt a smug sense of relief wash over me. I needed to stop thinking about how Pete seemed like he would be on paper and focus on how he actually was.

I pulled on a purple wrap dress and quickly put on some makeup. Knowing Pete, he’d take us some place super nice and I’d feel all awkward and out of place if I didn’t. Not long after I buzzed Pete up to my apartment and somehow despite the fact that he had just been on a four-and-a-half-hour flight, he looked totally unruffled.

“How do you do it?” I asked as I shut the door behind me and headed to the elevator.

“Do what?”

“Look like you just rolled out a GQ photo shoot with your perfectly rolled up sleeves and just slightly undone tie and,” I trailed off because I was starting to get a little hot beneath the collar just looking at him like that.

“Perks of flying private I guess,” he replied with a laugh.

“Oh come on, how did I not see that coming?” I replied rolling my eyes as we got on the elevator. Of course he flew private, that’s how he got a flight home on such short notice.

“You should come with me some time, maybe an extended weekend getaway?” He asked as he took a step toward me and placing his hands on my waist.

“I think I could be convinced of that,” I replied as he leaned down and kissed me. All too soon the elevator doors dinged open and we headed out to his car.

“So where are we going tonight?” I asked as we slipped into the back seat.

“Just wait and see,” he said as we pulled away from the curb.

After a while we arrived at small, hole in the wall looking Mexican restaurant. Pete hopped out and opened the door for me as we went in.

“Just copying my ides now I see.”

“Not exactly,” he laughed. Then I realized that the place was empty, which I didn’t think anything of at first, it was kinda late on a weeknight. But then I noticed there were candles on a table right in the middle of the floor, and the lights were dimmed. I glanced back at the door and saw that the sign on the door was flipped so to passersby it would read closed.

“Oh, I see what you did!” I laughed, as he pulled out a chair for me. “So do you have some thing where you can’t eat in front of other people, so you just compulsively have to buy out entire restaurants?”

He laughed as the waiter set down menus. “No, I just like my privacy.”

That got my mind going back to earlier in the day and my stomach lurched at the memory, but I decided to confront it head on. “But people talk about you, and like your personal life and stuff.”

“I know that happens. But I don’t want to give people anything more to talk about than they already do, ya know?” Then he narrowed his eyes at me. “Why? Did someone say something to you?”

“No, I overheard that girl Trina and a couple others that I don’t know by name talking about me and you at the gym today.” My heart was racing. I felt like I was snitching on the mean girl at school. “She said we were both using each other, and she was gonna hit you up to hook up because you’d be bored with me by now.”

“(YN) you know that I would never use you for anything, and don’t believe that you would ever use me either,” he said reaching across the table and taking my hand.

“Obviously,” I replied.

“And I really don’t think I’d ever get bored of you. You keep me on my toes,” he said with a grin starting to spread across his face.

“Someone has to stop you from always getting your way. I can’t imagine life is exciting when you have your say all the time,” I replied with a smirk. “So how did you find this?”

“My friend Joe is a total foodie. He knows probably all your secret little spots, and then some. He recommended this place for some of the most authentic, delicious Mexican food in the Chicagoland area.”

“Wait, Joe Trohman, the food critic? I have thoughts on some of his reviews.”

“I’ll introduce you some time, I’m sure he’d like to hear them.”

“Hmm, I doubt it,” I laughed.

The rest of the evening in the restaurant went well. I really felt like we were getting to know each other, and we were connecting on a real level. And hearing Pete reassure me that he wasn’t using me, or going to get bored of me, really made me feel better, even though I know I was being paranoid about the whole thing. But sometimes you need to hear those things to make them stick.

When we finished our meals, we headed out to his waiting car. When we were inside, Pete pulled out his phone for first time all night and chuckled.

“Just like you said,” he said holding up the phone. “Trina.”

I almost rolled my eyes, but quickly scanned over the messages on the screen. The last one was from two months ago, before we met. A sense of relief washed over me. “Why don’t I ever hear from you anymore?” I read aloud. “What are you gonna say?”

“(YN).”

“What?”

“No, that’s what I’m telling her,” he said holding his phone up again and saw he had just texted my name back to her. Then her replied popped up.

“’Are you fucking kidding me?’” I read off the screen. “She seems so nice.”

“Screw it,” Pete muttered and blocked her number and I may have laughed a little too hard with delight, but he grinned back at me. “So, where to next?”

I shrugged. “The night is young and I don’t have to be in to work until later tomorrow so wherever you want.”

“Wanna come back to my place?” He asked tentatively.

“Will it make me feel like crap for my tiny apartment?”

“We don’t have to-”

“No, no, I wanna see the lifestyles of the rich and Chicago famous,” I interjected. “Let’s go.”

When we arrived at the ridiculously tall building on the shores of Lake Michigan, I again couldn’t say I was really surprised.

We took the elevator up what felt like a thousand floors, but Pete’s apartment wasn’t even on the top. When he opened the door, I was slightly stunned by the space. It was clean and modern, but not disgustingly so. The view from the living room was something to behold. Lake Michigan seemed to spread on forever in the inky darkness of the night as cars flew by on the street below. To the south, the sparkling lights of downtown Chicago illuminated the view from the dining room.

“I know I said you don’t need to impress me, but this is spectacular,” I said in awe as I took in the views.

“Obviously the lake is more beautiful in the daytime,” he started.

“So maybe I should be here to see it?”

“That’s what I was thinking,” he said closing the distance between us, his hand cupping my cheek as I leaned in and kissed him. My arms draped over his shoulders so I could run my hands through his hair. The kiss deepened as he gripped my waist and our tongues moved against each other, trying to best the other, just like how we always interacted.

“Want to go someplace more comfortable?” He asked pulling back for air. I nodded and he took my hand, guiding me up the stairs. When we reached the next floor I glanced around, but it seemed we were in his home office.

“Come on, I’ll give you the full tour later,” he said giving a tug to my hand and I noticed there was another staircase.

“Three floors? For one man?”

“I got it for a steal, and it’s an investment in the future,” he replied as we made it up to third floor bedroom which had wide windows looking out on the lake. In the middle of the room was a king-sized bed that looked like it was going to be the softest thing I had ever sat on and I couldn’t wait.

“I assume there’s a bathroom around here?” I asked glancing around.

“Behind you,” he said with a nod.

“Be right back,” I replied and slipped inside. Of course the bathroom was as gorgeous as the rest of the apartment. Marble everything, but I noticed the floor was heated under my bare feet. I checked my hair and make up in the mirror, fixing my slightly smudged lipstick. I took a deep breath and got brave. I untied my dress, letting the material slip to the floor and glanced at myself in the mirror. “Nailed it,” I whispered to myself as I admired the matching black lace bra and panties I had the foresight to wear tonight. We’d been out enough times without things getting to this level, it was only natural it was going to happen any time now, and I was ready.

“Goddamn,” Pete muttered as I stepped out of the bathroom. He had already untucked his shirt, and undone the first few buttons on his shirt and I had to stop myself from pouncing on him right then. Instead I kept my composure and sauntered across the room and dragged my finger down his chest, looking at him through my eyelashes.

“(YN), you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” Pete murmured before pressing his lips to mine again. I smiled as I started to unbutton his shirt and broke the kiss as I pushed back the material from his body. I gasped slightly as I took in his muscular body, with even more beautiful, bad ass, incredible tattoos than I had already gotten a glimpse of on his arms. If it was at all possible for him to get hotter, he just did.

“Oh my god,” I murmured, looking up at his cocky smirk.

“Don’t forget I’m full of surprises.”

“Ugh, shut up and kiss me,” I replied grabbing his face and pulling him to me. He spun us around, my back hitting the softness of the bed and I giggled. “Now let’s get to those surprises.”

Chapter 6

#pete wentz x reader #pete wentz fan fiction #pete wentz fan fic #pete wentz imagine #fall out boy fan fic #fall out boy fan fiction

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ferallymine · 5 years

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Someone You Loved

A/N:: Y’all BakuLin has me by the BALLS and I just LOVE these fucking dorks okay so let’s go ((also slight lyric change at the end ehehe~))

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I'm going under and this time I fear there's no one to save me This all or nothing really got a way of driving me crazy

Katsuki Bakugo was going to be the Number One hero. There was no way he wouldn’t beat everyone in his class. All these losers and damn nerds were just stepping stones to his victory.

Push past the bullshit. Cut through the dramatics. There would be no contest- Katuski would be the best.

…

So why did this blue haired bitch keep knocking him on his ass?

I need somebody to heal Somebody to know

Lin’s quirk was… versatile. More useful than his own, but he’d never admit that aloud. As much as he enjoyed trying to fight against her in each training match, there were days that she was better as an ally.

“Wanna team up for this round?” Lin asked, stretching out her arms.

“Tch, why would I wanna be with a nerd like you?” Bakugo huffed, crossing his arms.

She shrugged, “Alright then, I’ll just go ask Midoriya. He’s not afraid of teaming up with me-”

“GET BACK HERE I’M NOT AFRAID WE’LL BEAT ALL THESE OTHER TEAMS INTO THE GROUND!”

It was strange at first, pairing up with her instead of fighting her. She was still working out how to apply different aspects of her quirk, which gave her fuel for small talk in the City Ruin Arena.

“Did you know everyone radiates a unique frequency?” Lin placed a magenta glowing hand to the ground, “This’ll be an easy rescue job.”

Bakugo raised an eyebrow at her, “You can locate people?”

“Kinda. I’m still tweaking out different applications of my quirk.” She chuckled.

“What’s so funny?”

“Your energy frequency. It’s 420.”

“WHAT THE FUCK ENERGY DRINK WHY’D YOU GIVE ME THAT DUMB NUMBER!!”

“I don’t assign frequencies, Baku!”

“FUCKING HELL, LIN! WHERE’S THE RESCUE PEOPLE?!”

She rolled her eyes, hand still glowing, “Midoriya is southwest of our location. I can’t detect Jirou, so she must be farther than my range.”

Making their way south, Lin kept up the idle chatter, “Why UA?”

“None of your business.”

“Oh, c’mon Bakugo. Is it because All Might went here?”

“Stop talking.”

“The Shiketsu high school has a nice uniform. You’d look sharp in their hat.”

“Shut the fuck up, Lin.”

She stopped walking, “Is there something wrong with me wanting to get to know you?”

Bakugo grit his teeth, “Stop talking as if we’re friends. I’m not your fucking friend.”

He realized the effect of his words when he saw the light in her eyes go out. Lin didn’t speak the rest of the session.

Somebody to have Somebody to hold

“I WIN!” Ashido threw her hands up, left hand still clutching the controller, “Eat your heart out, Calamari!”

“BUT I HATE SQUID!” Kaminari sunk to his knees, defeated.

Kirishima pat the electric boy’s head, “We’ll get ‘em next round. Not like Asui did anything anyway. Mina CARRIED THE TEAM!”

“HAH! ONE GIRL BEAT TWO BOYS’ ASSES!” Ashido pointed, reveling in her victory.

“I’ll wipe that grin right off your face,” Lin snatched the controller from Kaminari’s limp hand.

Ashido’s smile widened, “Alright, Dea!!! Come at me with all you got!”

“Ribbit, you need two players for this game. Who’s your partner?” Asui put a finger to her chin.

Lin scanned the room, “Baku! You’re my partner!”

“EH?!” The blond boy’s face flushed with confusion.

She grabbed his wrist, “No refusals. We’re pummeling their asses tonight. I wanna see the joy of winning crumble within them as we smash their fictional bodies into the floor.”

Lin’s scary vibe got Bakugo to join, “Fine, but only because we’re guaranteed victory.”

Four pairs of eyes were glued to the screen. The rest of class 1-A watched intensely at both the screen and the players.

“NO!!!”

“YEAH!!!”

“HAH TAKE THAT!”

“NOOOOOOOOOOO!”

“ribbit…”

Ashido sank to the floor, soul crushed, “If you hadn’t taken my sword…”

“We won!” Lin suddenly leaned over, crushing Bakugo in a hug, “Thank you, teammate!!” She let go just as quickly, returning her attention to lighthearted jests with the class.

…

Bakugo didn’t know what kind of warmth he felt in that spontaneous hug… but he wanted another.

It's easy to say, but it's never the same I guess I kinda liked the way you numbed all the pain

Something was off and Lin could just…feel it. They way Bakugo walked. How hunched over he was. How…more reactionary he was, even for his known dramatic flare-ups.

She waited until everyone was about to head out for hero training before cornering him in the hallway.

“Lin what the fu-”

“Don’t play coy,” Her eyes were crimson, “Something’s wrong.”

Anger flared back, “I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT!” He struggled against her grip on his shoulders, but a glow of energy kept him pinned.

His jacket loosened around his collar, thanks to not wearing a tie. Lin noticed a…

Bakugo followed her eyes, “No it’s not-”

Before he could finish, she pulled him back into the dark empty classroom. In a flurry of motion and glowing energy, Bakugo couldn’t react until he stood shirtless before her.

“BITCH THAT’S NOT FAIR GIVE THEM BACK!” Pink on his cheeks, he lunged for her.

She stepped aside, unintentionally causing him to crash to the floor. No words could fall from her mouth.

His torso…was covered in disgusting bruises.

Bakugo kept his face hidden, screaming at her, “STOP STARING AT ME YOU FUCKING PERVERT. I GOT THESE AT TRAINING.”

“We…haven’t had combat for 2 weeks.”

“I DID SOLO WORK!!” He got up, still not looking at her, “GIMME BACK MY SHIT!”

“Bakugo,” A gentle hand rested on his cheek. Lin slowly raised his face to hers, kind green eyes gazing into angry red ones. His body trembled, fueled by anger and hurt. Knowing he wouldn’t dare whisper about it, Lin resigned her current tactic. She laid the shirt on the nearby desk and simply hugged him. It wasn’t tight. It was gentle, soft. Without saying a word, her arms slid under his own and came to a rest in the center of his back.

Foreign. It felt so foreign to have this warmth swell in his chest; to have anyone hold him like this. Bakugo froze, not knowing how to process this sensation.

Should he push away?

Should he hug her back?

“…you don’t have to tell me what’s going on,” Lin mumbled into the crook of his neck, “Just…just know I’m here. I’ll always be here.”

The armor around his heart cracked. Suddenly the sting of his wounds didn’t hurt anymore.

Now the day bleeds into nightfall And you're not here To get me through it all

The Villains…they found them…

Blue fire threatened Bakugo’s neck. He couldn’t move, making the situation even more terrifying.

Where is she… where’s Lin… Bakugo’s eyes scanned for her. The Villains said they wanted her, too. So if she wasn’t here, she was safe, right?

Screaming from the left.

Bakugo almost gave himself whiplash, turning to see a Nomu split in half with red energy.

No…

Lin landed in the clearing, crimson firing up.

No please run get away from here gET AWAY

“YOU BASTARDS!” She charged, bolts in each hand.

The man in the top hat cackled, “Finally, we have both packages.”

Bakugo noticed the blonde girl behind her. “MARDEA NO-”

I let my guard down And then you pulled the rug I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

The shift from crimson to lilac was instantaneous. The blood flow even more so.

Lin collapsed to her knees, shaking. Eyes wide with horror at the metal speared through her body.

“He he he!” The blonde girl with twin buns giggled delightedly, “Fresh blood for Toga!!!”

The scream caught in Bakugo’s throat as she smashed a rock into Lin’s head. Her body crumpled, unconscious.

Everything faded to purple as they were dragged away into the portals.

…

Bakugo heard nothing of what this flaky skinned bitch had to say. His focus was on Lin, who was tied to the wall opposite him. She was still unconscious, but the villains did manage to bandage her up decently. At least she wouldn’t die from blood loss.

“HEY!” The flaky skinned bitch knelt down, forcing Bakugo to look at him. The rest of the villains moved positions to block his view of Lin, “I’m talking to you!”

“And I’m not listening. Get the fuck away from me,” He pulled against his restraints. Smoke from failed explosions seeped through the cracks.

That blonde bitch who stabbed Lin chipped in, “Oh! Oh oh oh Shiggy! If he’s gonna be one of us shouldn’t we, ya know, take off his restraints? If he gets hectic, I can always stab him, ehehehe~” The…obvious blushing taking over her body was disturbing.

“You have a point, Toga.” Shigaraki took out some keys, “Let’s formally welcome our new member.”

He didn’t wait a second more than being release. Bakugo set off well-timed explosions; crossing the room to kneel by Lin’s side.

“Dea…” He shook her shoulder, attempting to wake her up. Bakugo kept his eyes on the group before him, one hand ready to fire off unwanted advances.

The burnt fucker eyed him, “Of course, you run to the helpless one. How noble of you.”

She stirred, green energy wisping off her body. The bonds around her arms and legs began to glow. “Baku…go…” The bindings turned into pure energy, dissolving into her body. The new surge gave her just enough of a boost to wake up. She leaned on Bakugo for support to sit up properly. Blood seeped through her bandages, yet she ignored it and summoned a green shield around herself and him.

The lizard stepped back, “Shigaraki… yeah you said your sister had a cool quirk but that’s… that’s nuts and it’s not even her full potential.”

Sister?! Bakugo’s thoughts went wild.

“More of a reason for her to be here. Right, sis?”

Lin stayed silent; for fear or stubbornness, Bakugo couldn’t tell.

Everyone tensed when a knock came to the door.

Now, I need somebody to know Somebody to heal Somebody to have Just to know how it feels It's easy to say, but it's never the same I guess I kinda liked the way you helped me escape

They were in this…ruined warehouse. The night sky was eerily clear, casting bright moonlight onto their situation.

Bakugo held tight to Lin, keeping her from slipping back into unconsciousness. His spare hand put small rocks and debris into hers- easy way to force energy into her body.

Now stable enough to stand, Lin leaned into him for some support. They kept their eyes on the group of villains around them.

“Miss Mardea Lin,” A booming voice from above, “I’ve been looking forward to this interaction for years.” A large man floated high in the air.

“Thinking you can brainwash me like Tenko?” Lin cocked her head, “Bold of you to assume you can control me.”

Laughter, “Of course I can’t control you. I want your power.”

“Over my dead body.” Lin’s stance wavered, forcing Bakugo to hold her tighter to himself.

“That’s the idea.” Red and Black lines jagged out from his fingers.

He moved without thinking. Bakugo pulled Lin into himself, turning so his back faced the flying man. Shielding her from the attack.

Nothing happened.

Bakugo opened his eyes and saw white.

The shield was white. So was her hair. The look on her face was vacant, yet dangerous. Turning around, the lines were broken into uneven shards, unable to penetrate the white surrounding the duo.

“What?!” A furious tone from the flier.

“This isn’t yours to take.” Her voice was a deadpan echo.

More lines shot out, each one shattering upon impact. Again, again, again. The Man visibly became upset with the antics. “STOP RESISTING ME, CHILD!”

Distracted by her, the Man didn’t see someone honing in until a punch connected to his jaw.

Heroes swarmed the scene. The one responsible for the punch was All Might, himself.

“LEAVE THE CHILDREN ALONE!” His commanding voice put shock into the villains’ bodies. Other heroes began fighting against the remaining villains.

An unimaginable mass of ice pierced the night. A shadow jumped it, like a ramp. Everyone was too distracted by the fighting to notice, save for Bakugo and Lin.

“COME ON!” Kirishima held out a hand, screaming as loud as he could.

Tightening his grip on Lin’s body, Bakugo let loose an explosion and flew off towards his friend.

And I tend to close my eyes when it hurts sometimes

Bakugo sat in the hospital room, forcing back tears as medical staff went in and out of Lin’s room.

Keep it together, Katsuki… not here not now not ever you’re better than this you’re STRONGER than this you’re not a fucking weak-ass nerd she needs you don’t fucking cry it’s just a little longer-

I fall into your arms

Bakugo waited until everyone left before going into that room. Lin had woken up the next day, memory slightly foggy and pain only a 7/10.

“Hey, you…” She smiled at him as he walked in, “I was wondering when you’d NGH-” A quick hug cut off her sentence. Something wet streamed onto her shoulder.

Bakugo didn’t dare say a word. It was bad enough his god damn tears broke through; he didn’t need a voice crack ruining his image.

“Thank you, Katsuki…” Mardea placed her gentle arms around his body, “You saved me…”

He pulled away just enough to press his forehead to hers, “I… I was…I couldn’t lose you, Mardea.”

“I’m right here,” Her smile was so reassuring, “I’ll always be here, Katsuki.”

I'll be safe in your sound till I come back around

When the dorms were built, Katsuki made sure his was near Mardea’s. The class knew something about their dynamic changed, but couldn’t quite place it.

The duo knew they were safe in each other’s presence. After the kidnapping, it was rare to catch one without the other. They liked their unspoken relationship.

For now the day bleeds into nightfall

And you're right here

To get me through it all

I let my guard down

And you built me back up

I’m so happy being someone you love

#mardea lin #katsuki bakugou #bakulin #bnha #original character #someone you loved #ship song #writing #song writing for this fucking ship ugh im on a FEELS TRAIN

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yangingaround · 6 years

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Bumbleby & Arkos (w/ a little Renora)

okay so back around the time volume 3 wrapped up airing, parts of the fanbase noticed there were a lot of parallels between Bumbleby moments and Arkos moments throughout those few volumes - and to a lesser extent Renora (not so much parallels in characterisations as there were similar uses of narrative tools and themes, though the order, extremity and results could often differ), so i just wanted to review and remind myself of those (as well as any new ones that might have cropped up)

i’ll break it down volume by volume under the cut

Volume 1

alright, we don’t get too many in volume 1 but what we do get are pretty significant

Blake and Pyrrha both take action to ensure they get the partner of their choosing during initiation

when Yang is walking through the forest, for a brief second there’s someone moving across the screen (confirmed to be Blake), and then Blake shows up at the end of her fight with the Ursa and she purposely makes eye contact. Blake had obviously followed Yang and deliberately stepped in so they could partner up. Pyrrha’s more direct, she pinned Jaune to a tree with her weapon so she could go fetch him

there’s a small Renora parallel here in that Nora purposefully sought Ren out, but it’s not as blatant as ensuring they’d team up

Blake and Pyrrha both seem to be rather indulgent to Yang and Jaune’s quirks during initiation - Pyrrha letting the inexperienced Jaune take point despite that they were going the wrong way and she probably knew it, while Blake, while eye-rolling a couple times, clearly doesn’t object to Yang’s silliness and seems to be enjoying spending time with her. both moments also have one asking the other “think this is [the temple with the relics]?’

another small Renora parallel, in that Ren’s clearly used to Nora’s antics and is just kinda tiredly resigned to them

On a smaller note, there’s a couple of interesting parallels in the designs of Blake and Yang compared to Ren and Nora. The first is that both pairs have matching eyes: purple (like Yang’s eyes) is a color associated with Blake and Yang has yellow as her main color (like Blake’s eyes); similarly, Nora’s eyes are green (one of Ren’s colors) and Ren’s are pink (Nora’s primary color). The second is that they each have a color that both members consistently wear, that is, purple for Blake and Yang (all of Blake’s outfits except her dress and all but Yang’s dress and pajamas have it somewhere...that’s four outfits apiece) and pink for Ren and Nora (both of their primary outfits plus Ren’s apron and Nora’s dress in addition to it being the color of their auras).

another thing of note is that Yang and Nora have similar, strength bolstering Semblances, while Blake and Ren are both compared to ninja at some point or another

Volume 2

there ones we get in volume 2 are a bit bigger though it’s still only that major one, however, major scene parallels started kicking in around the dance arc - these scenes were often adjacent to each other from this point

encouragement and promises regarding the dance

at the end of their heart to heart, Yang encourages Blake to do something that will take her mind off things (go to the dance) and get some rest before she burns herself out, because she wants her to be okay, with a lighthearted promise of saving her a dance, so Blake didn’t have to take her up on it if she didn’t want to - Blake then takes her up on the dance offer

similarly, while it’s split up across more scenes and not in the same order, we have a scene where after a talk with Pyrrha, he jokingly promises to wear a dress to the dance if she can’t get a date. later we get Pyrrha encouraging Jaune to ask Weiss out properly, because she wants him to be happy. At the dance, Jaune does change into a dress to keep his word

Volume 3

onto volume 3, where we get a couple of whoppers following the events of episode 6

things happen to Pyrrha and Yang in 3x06 that cause some drama with their partners, though those partners are ultimately supportive of them, that results in them crying in 3x08

Pyrrha learning about the Maidens and the pressure on her leads to her unintentionally lashing out at Jaune when he tries to be supportive but says the worst thing Pyrrha could have heard in that situation, and she runs off in tears. after Yang is framed for attacking Mercury, the uncomfortable surface similarities to Adam make Blake wary - thinking she’d lost Blake’s trust, Yang breaks out in tears - before Blake walks back on the comparison to Adam because she does trust Yang - like Pyrrha, Yang ends this 3x08 isolated from her team

while it’s not a parallel, the danger unfolding in the Vault in 3x11 is intercut with the events in the Dining Room

However, these simultaneous events are a very deliberate directorial choice: Arkos is set up with definite romantic intent from volume 1 onwards thanks to Pyrrha’s feelings for Jaune. intercutting a sequence where something gamechanging happens between Blake and Yang, that will absolutely test the bond they have, into that - it sets up a deliberate comparison; and especially when paired with Adam saying “i will destroy everything you love [...] starting with her”. that’s a deliberate word choice (as he could have easily said ‘everything you care about’), the use of ‘love’ when paired with events involving a pair of characters to which romantic feelings are canonically present is going to romantically charge that statement from a directorial and writing perspective

the next parallels are across 3x11 and 3x12

Blake and Pyrrha try to warn Yang and Jaune away from impending danger (Pyrrha, successful, in getting Jaune away from the fight before it starts, Blake isn’t because she’s too far away and faint for Yang to hear her or make Yang stop)

Pyrrha finally kisses Jaune and makes him fully aware of her feelings before she charges in to fight Cinder. Adam says he’ll destroy everything Blake loves, right before Yang shows up (and then Yang charges in to attack him when she sees Blake is injured)

Pyrrha dies at the hands of a villain she didn’t stand a chance against. Yang is critically and permanently injured by a villain she didn’t stand a chance against.

Jaune will never see Pyrrha again and is very obviously upset and distressed over that. Yang has been abandoned by Blake and the way she talks about it in 3x12 shows that it’s what she’s most affected by from the Fall of Beacon

relatedly, in volume 4 we have Yang saying “a piece of me is gone, and it’s never coming back”, with the heavy implication that she’s not so much talking about the physical loss as she is about losing Blake. and, as we find out in volume 5, it’s highly implied that Yang thought she’d never see Blake again, saying “If she comes back” after Weiss says “when she comes back”)

Volume 4 & 5

Not as many across these two volumes, but there are a couple

Yang and Jaune are both shown to be deeply affected by the loss of their partners

also it’s probably nothing to do with this but interesting to note: Yang and Jaune are the ones shown trusting Ozpin the least

with their redesigns come another important detail, both wearing the colour of someone they’ve lost; the bandana Yang ties around her leg (and not just that, but her shoelaces and hair tie in her DGAS outfit) is now a more vibrant purple, more closely matching the purple that Blake is associated with, while Jaune is wearing red cloth around his waist, part of Pyrrha’s colour scheme

additionally, their ‘upgrades’ in volume 4 (Jaune’s updated armour + sword and Yang’s prosthetic) incorporate the lost partners in some way - Jaune’s literally incorporating Pyrrha into his own gear while Yang changes the blue lights on her prosthetic arm to the same purple as the bandana around her leg

with the reveal of Jaune and Ren’s semblances in these volumes, another parallel manifests between the three named pairings here: each partnership involves an offensive and a defensive/supportive Semblance

Arkos: Pyrrha can control metal and Jaune can act as an Aura battery

Bumbleby: Yang’s strength and damage output increase as she takes hits, Blake’s shadows allow her to avoid taking damage and make her harder to hit

Renora: Nora’s strength and damage output increase when she absorbs electricity, Ren being able to mask negative emotions allows him to essentially become invisible to Grimm

Soundtracks

finally, all three pairings have had outright love songs (Dream Come True, Boop and BMBLB) that have appeared on the soundtrack albums but not in the show (Boop did finally make a small acoustic appearance in the show in volume 4)

interestingly, All That Matters, Dream Come True and Boop all deal with similar themes of the singer (Yang, Pyrrha and Nora, respectively) feeling like the person they’re singing to (Blake, Jaune and Ren, respectively) doesn’t feel the same as, or as much for, them (to various degrees of tragedy given the tones of the songs)

lastly (and the most tenuous point, because it could be that the song is just that generic), Shine seems to draw imagery for all three pairings

for Arkos, the mention of stars (Pyrrha often appeared in starry night scenes, such as her training sessions with Jaune, her fight with Cinder and the message she left for Jaune that he trains with in volume 4) and lines like “That the girl you've been waiting so long for could be me“ - as Jaune was too enamored by Weiss to notice Pyrrha’s feelings

for Bumbleby, there’s a couple of verses that evoke both Yang’s sun imagery and Blake’s shadow imagery: “I was cold in the dark It was empty in my life From the outside it looked so bright But nothing felt right... to me Like a sky with no sun Like a night that has no day My heart was eclipsed by the dark Then something changed I saw a little ray of light come through The tiniest of sparks came into view And then You made me hope again” some of this could be evoking what was already going on between Blake and Yang (with Yang helping Blake out of the darkness she’d found herself steeped in), or it could’ve been foreshadowing how things have changed up between them

for Renora, there’s a few lines that could be foreshadow-y allusions to the backstory we got for Ren (and to a lesser extent, Nora) in volume 4: “When I needed a hero you knew it And you were there And I'm scared but I'll open my heart up I'm ready to dare”

anyways, that about covers it, hope it makes some degree of sense

-Mod S and Mod H

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