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sevenstarsinning · 4 years

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Kinktober

Day 21: Sexting

Goku x Reader

The first time you handed Goku a cell phone it lasted all of 3 hours. He left it in his pocket while training with Vegeta and to no one's surprise, it didn't hold up against Super Saiyan Blue. The second phone was lost within 2 days. No idea where.

"This is the last phone I'm giving you." You handed him number three.

"I'll be careful with it this time. Promise." He gave you a swift kiss and took off.

You were fairly surprised by how quickly he seemed to pick up using the phone. He asked you to show him how to do most things, making calls, texting, and taking pictures. Apps were something he still struggled with and honestly you didn't think the worlds of Twitter or Tumblr were ready for Goku just yet.

The first picture he sent you was completely dark and even without being there, you knew what the problem was.

"You have to move your thumb. It's covering the camera." You texted.

He sent another picture, this time with slightly less thumb, "can you see it now?"

"Still partially blocked by your thumb."

A few moments later you received another image, "now?"

Your eyes fell on a very annoyed looking Vegeta, "don't let him break the phone."

You realized your mistake in giving Goku free range with a cell phone when you received a specific picture from him with the question 'where are my pants?'. You opened your phone to see a fully nude Goku, apparently proving to you that he couldn't find his pants, or underwear for that matter.

"You can't blindside me with pictures like that." You texted back quickly, putting your phone down and trying to make your face a normal shade again.

"Why not? I can't find them. See?" He sent another picture.

"For one, I'm at work, and two it makes me want sex. Which I clearly can't have right now." You hit send and hoped he'd find his pants soon.

The next text you received made your heart beat faster in anticipation. You opened it to see a pouting Goku, still nude, but this time his hand was around his hardened cock and the caption read, 'now I want sex too. Come home?'

You sighed and rolled your eyes, typing a quick response that he'll have to wait until you're done with work. The next several replies were a mixture of sad emojis and begging, which did nothing but make you feel bad and consider going home. But you were saved by him finally finding his pants and jetting off to go train. You'd never been so grateful for his daily training sessions with Vegeta.

A few days passed and you avoided the subject of sending dick pics while you're working, hoping his attention span would focus on something else, but you were wrong. Your phone buzzed and it was a text from Goku.

"Are you at work?"

You furrowed your brow, a little confused since he knew exactly where you were and had no reason to ask.

"Yes, why?"

Shortly after you received a text. There were no words, just a picture of Goku laying in the bed with his shirt off and his hand stuffed down the front of his sweatpants.

"Goku, no." You typed out, catching on to his game quickly.

"No what?" He replied with another picture, pouting face and all.

"You know what." You chastised yourself for giving him a phone and for teaching him how to use it, but mostly you hated the way your body responded to him immediately even when he wasn't around.

"But I miss you." Another picture accompanied his text. This time with his pants pushed down and his thick cock in hand.

"This isn't fair." You sent back.

"Do you not like my pictures?" He asked with another image of him with his cock on full display along with another pouty face.

"That's not the problem. I can't leave work and you can't come here."

"But why not? I can be there in a second." He sent another picture with his fingers on his forehead.

"Goku NO!" You sent it in a panic. The last thing you needed was him showing up at work with a hard dick.

He sent another pouty face. "You have an office though. We can close the door."

"That's not the point." You were running out of excuses for why he couldn't come there and honestly you were ready to just give in.

"Please help me?" He sent another picture, this time with a pouty face and his cock in the frame.

"Fuck, Goku. Could you even be quiet if you were here?" You asked, seriously considering it against your better judgment.

"I can but I don't think you can." He responded quickly.

"Come here and find out." You texted quickly without regret.

You wanted him and you weren't going to deny yourself anymore.

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javisjeanjacket · 3 years

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Hello old buddy, old friend, old pal, do you have any headcanons about going to Lowe's/any general hardware store with Frankie 🥺👉👈 (or hey, if you wanna write it as a fic, I definitely wouldn't complain...)

Meet Me at Our Spot (Part 1/4) - (frankie morales x reader)

A/N: Oh, so my favorite gal wants a Lowe's boyfriend?? I got you buddy!! :) I love this premise so much a bitch is gonna turn it into a series! OOPE

Word count: 1.6K

Warnings: it’s for Cass so there’s none! she’s just a fluffy boy :)

A cool breeze whipped through the Lowe's parking lot, sending a chill across your skin and your hair dancing upon it's shoulders. You tugged your thin jacket closer and stepped through the sliding double doors, smiling at the door greeter as you wormed your way through the bustling entrance. You leaned and slid to the side to avoid a blonde haired mom and her screaming child as you made your way through the store and towards the Garden Center.

The noise and business of the store around you seemed to fade away the closer you got to the Garden Center doors. You let out an exhale as the double doors slid apart and you crossed the threshold. The grounding energy of the plants and the subtle sunshine they carried with them helped to settle your thumping chest. You took your time, looking over each succulent and flower, your face beaming and your fingers dancing atop each leaf and petal. Something about the plants, brought here together in a kind of makeshift jungle, was sovereign in your mind. Their ability to continue on, to become more, to grow until they physically couldn't anymore, was something you held close to your heart and these moments in the Garden Center reminded you of that.

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Frankie hated Lowe's. He hated the clanging of people loading lumber, the whirring of the paint mixer, the screaming children who were tired of walking. The noise brought back memories of gunfire and screaming across a battlefield. He could feel tension rising in his chest as he looked over the endless sea of drill attachments and when a blonde haired woman and her screaming child passed by, he decided to make a run for the Garden Center.

He stepped through the sliding double doors and let out a deep sigh, the quiet of the plants soothing to his pulsing hands. His dark eyes shifted over the outdoor area, searching for possible screaming children or snickering teenagers. The coast seemingly clear, he began his sojourn through the brightly lit aisles. The warmth of the sun and from the succulents around him helped to settle his chest. He looked up as he turned a corner and noticed the shape of your form, almost hidden by the branches and palms of the saplings you were admiring.

Frankie stopped in front of a display of grey teaspoon plants, but kept his eyes focused on you. He could see your smile as you turned to look at the different trees, bright and beaming. He could feel your warmth all the way from where he stood. He watched as you brushed your hand over the leaves, careful not to disturb the trees. You seemed to be mumbling to them, enraptured by their power.

He smiled and chuckled to himself as he watched you. Your complete awe of a couple of saplings in the Lowe's Garden Center amusing to him. He could hear his heart thumping in his ears and his throat went dry as he looked up and down you again. His eye catching on your outstretched hand and the absence of a ring on it.

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You stuffed your hands in your back pockets as you took one final look over the saplings, trying to reel in as much of their energy as you could before you left.

"Excuse me." A male voice sounded from beside you.

You jumped and gasped, looking towards it.

The voice belonged to a stranger, a stranger who's face you felt you had seen before. Someone you had known in childhood or another life maybe.

"Can you tell me anything about these?" He asked. His face was square with patchy stubble decorating his jaw. Dark hair flipped out from under a baseball cap and his eyes were so dark they seemed to have their own gravity. He wore a tan jacket over a plain black t shirt and his smile took up the entire expanse of his face.

"Uh-" You jerked yourself out of his trance. "I don't," You snickered in embarrassment. "I don't work here."

"Oh!" He said, nodding. He chuckled, "The way you were talking to them," He motioned to the saplings beside you. "I just assumed you guys were already friends."

You laughed and replied, "No, we're still in the talking stage right now. Don't want to come on too strong, you know." Heat built in your chest as you met his eyes again and you licked your lips.

The man's gaze shifted from your eyes to your lips and he smirked, "Yeah, you want to play it cool. Just come up to them at Lowe's and ask them to tell you about trees."

You chuckled and broke your gaze, looking down at your shoes.

He laughed and pulled at the brim of his cap, pushing it over his face and then fixing it back in place. "I'm Frankie." He said, holding out his hand towards you.

Your eyes caught on the small circular tattoo beside his thumb as you took his hand and shook it, replying with your name and a "It's nice to meet you, Frankie."

He echoed, "It's nice to meet you too."

A beat of awkward silence passed between you.

You sighed loudly and began, "Well, I guess I uh,"

Frankie said at the same time, "Are you-"

You both stopped and smirked at the other.

"You go." Frankie said and motioned for you to speak.

You shook your head, "No, what were you saying?"

Frankie blushed and said, "I was going to ask if you were looking for a tree to have your boyfriend plant for you."

You could feel a warmth surge through your hands. "I don't have a boyfriend." You almost whispered, air resting just out of your reach.

Frankie took in a deep breath and stepped closer to you. His eyes ran up and down your body and then landed on your lips. "A girl as pretty as you doesn't have a boyfriend?"

You shook your head no and beamed at him.

"Oh, so you're a serial killer then?" He asked, a dark eyebrow quirked upwards.

You laughed and reached a hand out to touch his arm. The weight of him under your touch was enough to send electricity popping and crackling down your spine. "No, of course not."

"That's what they all say." He teased, his eyes now planted firmly on your lips.

You beamed at him and moved your hand back to your side. Nervousness careening through your system at an alarming rate.

Frankie said your name, his voice heavier than it had been just moments ago.

You looked up from your shoes to meet his gaze. "Yes?" You whispered.

He moved one of his palms from his side to rest on the small of your back. "Can I kiss you?"

There was no telling why you said yes, maybe it was the depth of his eyes or the way his hair flipped out over his ears. The quirk of his lips or the softness around the creases in his eyes.

You nodded yes and let out a tiny gasp as his lips brushed against yours. His hand on your back pulled you closer to him, his chest pressing against yours and his thumb rubbing up and down.

His lips pulled softly on yours, testing the waters and getting a feel for you. His mouth tasted like coffee and something sweet, like maple syrup maybe.

You moved your hands to his face and cupped it gently, afraid to become too tangible and scare him away. You could feel the brim of his cap resting atop your head and it made you smile against his lips.

His patchy beard scratched at your hands and the tips of your fingers reached for the hair peeking out from under his hat.

He broke the kiss, his eyes searching your face and his eyebrows dipped as he watched for your reaction.

Your mind lagged, the feeling of Frankie completely overtaking any other functioning pathway in your brain. Snapping to, you smiled brightly at him and scratched your head. "Um," You chuckled.

Frankie blushed and looked down at his boots, he tucked his hands in his pockets.

"Well, Frankie, if you have any, uh, questions about these," You looked down at the tag resting around the sapling closest to you's trunk. "Benjamina Ficus trees, I can give you my number so you can call me, you know..if you want to."

Frankie's face blanked and then jumped to life as he processed your words. "Oh, yeah, yeah. I definitely- I have a lot of questions about Benjamin Ficus." He said as he wriggled his phone from his pants pocket. He quickly unlocked it and handed it over to you.

You entered your number and your name followed by a tree emoji and then handed it back to him.

"Okay." He nodded, smiling back at you.

You returned the smile and took a deep breath, "Well, I guess I'll see you and Ben Ficus here next time."

Frankie's cheeks filled and his eyes seemed to sparkle as he watched you slowly step away. "This will be our spot."

A weight slammed into your chest and you had to gasp for breath. "Okay, bye Frankie." You flashed him one last smile before exiting the sliding double doors.

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Frankie sighed loudly as you left the Garden Center. He ran his clammy palms down his jeans, took off his cap, and then ran a hand through his hair as his mind whirred to process what had just happened.

'God, I'm turning into Pope.' He thought.

He looked down at the phone in his hand and your contact there, a little tree emoji at the end of it. He smiled to himself and slipped the phone back in his pocket. He scratched his head through his cap as he tried to remember why the hell he had even come to Lowe's in the first place.

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pnk-wasteland · 3 years

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Screenshot: Adrienette that’s borderline crack in the best way (Teen&up)

It was a nightmare. He hadn’t meant to leave his phone unattended, Alya had asked him a question and when he put his phone down to give her his full attention, Nino had picked it up to check the time and instead was greeted with a private Instagram account Adrien had created with the specific purpose to lurk in peace.

“No way, dude. Do you just stalk a bunch of Ladybug look alikes in your spare time?”

Adrien gaped, too horrified to process his world falling apart around him.

“Wow, look at this one, she looks almost exactly like ladybug!”

“Let me see!” Alya sounded too eager.

He’d never admit it, but there were more than just a few girls on his private Instagram that looked “exactly like” ladybug. And no, it wasn’t just a uncanny accident.

But the account his friend happened to stumble on was his favorite, a well off Russian Instagram model who’s handle was Steelix.

She could pass for a perfect Ladybug, if not for her brown eyes. She was perfect in almost every way, and posted great *ahem* material. Ladybug was the fantasy girl of his dreams and anybody that looked liked her was at risk of being followed and stalked by his private finsta page.

His private page he was privately ashamed of.

That his best friend was now holding up to show his own girlfriend, and the girl Adrien quietly, sort-of had a crush on. This really was his worst nightmare. He tried to snatch the phone from Nino but to no avail. “It’s just some girl. I like her photography.”

“Yeah sure that’s why you liked all her recent pictures and wrote in the comments ‘omg’ with a heart face, a drooling face, and two fire emojis.”

Adrien was red in the face, his mouth gone completely dry not knowing what to say.

“Wow Adrien, these are the kind of girls you like?” Alya asked.

Adrien glanced toward Marinette, and the look on her face was perfectly surprised. Ironically, her face was one of the ones he lives to see grace the screen of his dirty private Insta. Marinette had great Ladybug features right down to the freckles on her nose. The only bad thing was Marinette rarely posted any selfies at all, and although her account was an interesting documentary of her handmade fashions, it did not serve the dirty purpose his fake account had followed her for.

“So what?” He finally grabbed the phone from Nino and was getting back some of his composure, although his face was still deeply flushed.

“Oh no reason.” Alya’s smile was wicked, and it made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

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Marinette ponders what she just witnessed while Alya blabs in her ear. She wasn’t holding the phone, but it sure looked like he was following a lot of slim girls with shoulder length black hair. If she didn’t know any better she would think he would have a type... And he certainly did nothing to dissuade that idea. He turned beet red and made some dumb excuse about photography. And that girl.. the one whose photo he had commented on, Marinette knew her. Well, she had previously followed her. Steelix has such a similar face structure to her own that she had been a phenomenal teacher of makeup to Marinette. She knew all the right things to use and what products would work on her just by watching what Steelix recommended. She had loved following her for her beauty content, but when her account started becoming more of a travel diary with pictures of her on island beaches in bikinis with inspirational quotes covering the captions, Marinette had to find other places to search for helpful information.

All of these thoughts were making her wonder about Adrien, and the things she had neglected to notice about him.

“If Adrien likes shorter, dark haired girls than why doesn’t he comment on my selfies like that?”

“Umm interrupt me, much?”

Oops, she didn’t mean to say that outloud.

“But maybe because you never post any, especially not to insta.”

Marinette thought about this. It was true she used her IG story to post updates on her Latest creations, and her grid was very much like a well thought out catalog. She was very proud of that page, but it was definitely not the place where she’d be posting cute sundress selfies.

“I use my Snapchat for personal stuff like that.”

“Exactly. And I bet you haven’t even given Adrian your snap.”

Marinette frowned, stealing a glance at the boys table. “No, I guess I haven’t.”

“Well what are you doing sitting here talking to me for? Go get his snap and start using it for evil!”

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“Hey Adrian! Wait up!”

Adrian was more nervous than he should have been when his friend approached, but he kept the feeling off his face. “Hey Marinette! What’s up?”

She stopped right in front of him, “I was just thinking about earlier, how you have a private instagram account.”

Adrians stomach dropped. Had she figured him out? Did she know he was using her and girls that looked like her to quiet his drowning ache for Ladybug? He was so ashamed of himself. He was weak, so desperately weak.

“And it just got me thinking that I’ve known you so long and we don’t even have each others snaps.”

“I’m so- wait, what?”

“Snapchat. We don’t even have eachother added. So, want to be friends?” Marinette held out her phone, snap code ready for him to scan, her happy little pigtailed Bitmoji smiling up at him.

Something warm ticked his belly. “Yeah, definitely.” He pulled out his phone and added her to his seldom used snap account.

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He has to add her on his old account, the one with the list of contacts from kids that once gave him their number. There really isn’t that many.

Adrien finds out quickly that Marinette posts her selfies on snap, and keeps her instagram clean and more professional. Very smart for a girl who is looking to go to college next fall. He clicks on her daily story; a picture of her in her bedroom mirror, a picture of fresh croissants and danish, a picture of Alya, Rose and some other girls at her lunch table, and then finally a selfie. A picture taken from straight above, she was lying down in her bed, light pink and white pajamas that looked like they may have a ribbed texture to them. He could see the edge of the selfie stick she was using to get such a wide angle, the idea that she had planned this sleepy in bed photo turned him on more than he could have ever dreamed. He could see the tops of her exposed thighs where her matching pj shorts abruptly ended. Her lean, exposed belly led up to the cropped short sleeve tshirt, that was so on-trend and so Marinette that he had no doubt she’d made it for herself.

Best of all, her blue eyes stared right back at him through the camera and her lips were puckered just right.

It was as he was getting himself all worked up thinking about the blue of her gaze, easing his own back down her body when he realized something else; she wasn’t wearing a bra. And the way she had arched her back to show off the muscles of her stomach only made it more obvious; and Adrian couldn’t believe he didn’t notice them before. Tiny peaks hidden behind soft pink fabric. He was going to lose his mind.

His heart was beating faster and he swallowed back guilt as he unzipped his pants. Her body was amazing, and he was insanely greatful she left this on infinite. He worked himself till climax thinking about what her nipples must look like beneath that thin pajama top, and what it might feel like to taste them. He kept working himself, more gently, thinking about that face, those lips and those eyes and how bad he wanted her to swallow him. Who? Marinette or Ladybug? Honestly in that moment he didn’t feel like he was using her pictures as a ladybug substitute. He cleaned off his phone and thought seriously if he should use his tablet to take a picture of the screen just so Marinette wouldn’t know he screenshoted her. Another, dirtier part of him wants her to know. Wants to comment on her pictures like he’s some random thirsty nobody. Tell her how she makes him sweat, how he can’t get enough. He wants to use his private page to stalk her, too.

Damn sometimes the lines get too confusing.

He sits there, weighing his options. This picture was too good for him to let go. But he didn’t want to look like he was chasing after Marinette’s thirst traps when he knew he was still just a dirty pervert for Ladybug. Adrien felt like screen recording would be even more creepy than a screenshot, and almost made him feel like he was coping out, being a chump. But if he did screenshot her what would Marinette say? Would she ignore it? Would he be sad if she did?

Adrien shook off his intrusive thoughts and screenshotted his new favorite photo. And for good measure; and maybe so he could feel like he was making a move instead of just drooling over his classmate; he sent “wow” with an emoji it took him way too long to choose. Stuck between the drooling or hot emoji he finally got fed up with himself tapped his screen and sent it off without letting himself immediately get anxious. He made a decision, over analyzing himself won’t help anything. Now he just had to wait for Marinette to respond.

And then he could freak out again.

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A/N: a work in progress, can someone help me come up with their snap handles? I don’t like the ones I have right now. Adriens is supposed to read as (BeAgreste= be•our•guest). I dunno! I’m not good with puns it’s the best I could do! Please help me!

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whitelionspirit · 3 years

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Pale Fire: Hard Days and Happy Birthdays 1/2

Paring: Ace x Reader

Series: Modern au of the life of Ace and the reader

Scenario: Even after a short few months there is still a lot you don’t know about your newly proclaimed best friend. Like why he doesn’t celebrate his birthday and why his friends and family are used to it.

wc: 1.7k

warning: angst, hurt/comfort, abusing alcohol, fluff

A/N: Hello! Sorry for the lack of updates but writer’s block hit sudden and hard. Anyway I wanted to get this out yesterday but here we are and now it’s in two parts because it became longer than I had intended. Hopefully by next week I’ll be all caught up and open the inbox again! I hope everyone had a good holiday and an even better start to the new year! I’m happy people have enjoyed my writing as well means a lot! Also this isn’t edit at the moment.

The end of the year was fast approaching with only days left it felt strange to you. The fact that your first semester of college was finally over. The past few months had been wild if you could pick a word to describe it. You never imagined you would have so many friends or just good memories in general. You had gotten lucky when being paired with Perona.

She was rather strange but you really would not have her any other way. It was because of her that you met Zoro which from there meant you would meet everyone else. The collection of them were all vastly different and it made you feel included somehow into their strange little family. Though it was your friendship with Ace that you didn’t expect.

He was loud, angry, and shameless among other things you could rattle off. For some reason he had quickly taken a liking to you and it was all over after that. He had this way of coaxing you to come out of your shell and express yourself in ways you had never done before. He stunned everyone when he declared you were now his which didn’t settle well with any of the girls plus Sanji. Perhaps it was the five year age gap that threw most people off but it didn’t bother you that in the way most presumed it did.

The reason he had plagued your mind a lot recently was because his birthday was two days away. While you were excited about getting your new friend gifts and a supposed party to happen. You found out that their wouldn’t be a celebration, nothing at all. Ace hated his birthday which made you quite disappointed.

You didn’t push the subject when Sabo gave you the bad news. He had smiled sadly at you as he patted your head and moved on with his day. If no one wanted to speak of why then you wouldn’t push it. Ace would tell you if you asked you know he would but you didn’t want to pry it seemed to be a rather sore subject for everyone.

So you went about your week as you usually would which was more so spent at the three brothers apartment. You were currently splayed out on the couch with Luffy, Chopper, and Vivi laying on top of one another. It was a comfortable squeeze with Chopper’s head tucked into your lap and Vivi’s thigh bumping against your own as Luffy splayed out over her entire lap as she played with his hair. The only light coming from the flashing tv and that of the Christmas tree still up in the corner of the room.

It was a nice feeling to be surrounded by friends in a place you considered homey. The sudden buzzing of your phone dragged you out of your thoughts. Pulling the device from your sweatpants pocket you saw the familiar name lighting up the Home Screen.

Firefly

As he had so happily put into your contacts months ago. You smiled as you slide your finger across the text opening the phone.

“Work is so boring today, tell me something interesting.”

You roll your eyes at his response Ace worked a rather fascinating job in your opinion at least. Though he says his previous job had been cooler before the accident. You texted him back before closing the phone.

“You should really pay attention to your job but if you really want something good. Luffy choked on a piece of food today and Vivi had to give him the hemilich maneuver. It was a real sight I have all on video.”

You sent the text and closed your phone again only for it to vibrate. The message highlighted with a laughing emoji making you smile as you place the phone on your lap. Closing your eyes as you listen to the background noise of the tv.

You were awoken by the sensation of someone putting a blanket over you blinking your eyes open sleepily. The blurry image above you stopped before continuing and backing away as you drifted back off to sleep cuddling close down into the soft material. The sounds of chatting is what finally woke you up this time around.

They were soft almost trying not to wake up or anyone else who was still asleep. The room was dark when your eyes opened, the only light coming from that of the kitchen and even that was dimmed. You could barely make out the voices but there was definitely more than one. Pulling your arm upward you realize that it had actually been covered by a blanket. Your brows furrowed at how it got there, as your hand finally landed on your phone. The screen lit up showing the time it was half past 9 p.m. making you groan.

You had missed dinner, the sudden grumbling of your stomach reminding you of it’s emptiness. “Thanks, stomach.” You mumbled as you looked around you to still see everyone was still asleep. Chopper had moved over so he wasn’t on top of you, but Vivi and Luffy were now cuddling up one another in their sleep. The sight made you smile as Luffy’s soft snores were let out against Vivi’s neck. The voices broke through your train of thought again as a sharp “No” was admitted.

Curious but not wanting to be nosy you carefully untangled yourself from the pile. You walked towards the kitchen quietly as the voices became more distinct. The soft tremor of Ace’s voice was heard as he hissed at the slightly higher one of Sabo. Were they fighting? You thought which would be odd because they almost never fought unless it was over something serious. Over the few months you had known them you had only seen it twice. So whatever they were disagreeing on must be rather important or personal perhaps.

“You such an idiot you know that right?” Sabo said.

Peeking around the corner you could barely make out their appearances through the doorway which was blocked by the door being half way closed.

“It’s nothin’ I’m an dult I can do wha- I wannnt.” Ace said his words sounding muffled.

You frowned as Sabo sighed making you wonder if Ace was actually drunk and Sabo was trying to hide it.

A sound of shuffling could be heard as someone started walking. “Ace, come on you’ve had enough of tha-.” Sabo words were cut off as the shattering of glass echoed through the otherwise quiet house. The noise alone startled you momentarily before you decided to make your presence known.

You pushed the door open into the kitchen and the sight that greeted you was rather amusing. Sabo was hitting Ace upside the head while the freckled man pouted. He was gazing down at the red liquid splashed across the title flooring.

Sabo looked up at you and sighed. “(Name) could you hand me the mop and broom it’s in the closet across the hallway”. He pointed behind back the way you had come.

“Ugh, yeah sure are you guys alright?” You questioned.

Sabo just nodded not really akwoldging you as he hauled Ace by the sleeve of his shirt and put him into a seat at the breakfast bar.

You walked to the closet and opened the door it was dark inside but you didn’t need to see where the objects were. Grabbing them you closed the door and headed back into the kitchen where Sabo was staring at Ace in frustration.

You looked over at him he was leaned over the counter his forehead laying against the wooden surface.

“Here.”

Sabo sighed and reached out for them as you placed them in his grasp.

“Is he alright?” You asked unsure.

“He will be but it really isn’t anything new he is like this every year.” He said as he began sweeping up the glass.

You bit your lip as you stood there wondering what you should do. You wanted to be helpful but it seemed like a private matter that Sabo could easily take care off.

“If you want you can put him in his bed,” Sabo spoke without looking at you as he dumped the glass into the trash bin.

You looked at him and blinked as if you weren’t expecting him to answer your worries. Walking forward you stood next to the man who was groaning softly into his chest. Gently placing your hand on his shoulder to not startle him you also opened you mouth to talk.

“Ace.”

He groaned again as if acknowledging you.

“Come on let’s get you to bed, alright?” You said as he got up without a fuss.

....

Once inside his room you guided him slowly to the bed as all his dead weight was laid on top of you. It was extremely uncomfortable but you bared it as you mostly threw him onto the twin size bed. He landed awkwardly on his face as the mattress squeaked under the pressure. You sighed at the sad sight as you picked up his feet and hauled him into the bed. You weren’t going to baby him or be gentle.

Ace mumbled from where his face was planted in the maroon sheets. You rolled your eyes and shoved at his shoulder hard enough to move him slightly to were yup could hear him speak.

“I’m fine (Name) you can just go.” He said with no heat behind it.

You huffed and crossed your arms in annoyance at his statement.

“I’m not going until you get into bed Ace.”

The man just sighed as heaved himself upward and began shimmering his way out of his work pants. His button down followed surely until he left in a a plain undershirt and his boxers. The sight alone made your cheeks redden as you quickly hid your face into your hands.

“Well, are you happy?” He asked as he pulled his comforter around his body.

“Y-yes! I’ll be going now, I'll see you tomorrow!” You said your voice went a pitch higher as you left the room shutting the door behind you.

As soon as you left the room you groaned as you leaned your head back against his door. Well that just happened even though nothing actually occurred just him taking off his clothes to sleep. Patting your flaming cheeks to come yourself you stepped away from the door. Only to hesitate as you looked at the door as concern took over. As you ponder about what exactly could have him so uneasy and so unlike the man you knew.

#one piece #portgas d. ace x reader #op imagine #one piece imagine #pale fire series #one piece x reader

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left-brainedroomates · 3 years

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The Arrival

In which all of the characters move into the same apartment and become giant simps for each-other.

Trigger warnings: Mentions of wounds.

Characters: ‘K’ (mentioned), Janus, Logan, and Virgil.

Word Count: 1,483 words

This is definitely not what Virgil had been expecting. Ji recently had been kicked out of jix apartment recently. So when they got the offer of a new living space they were more than happy to move in even if it was with total strangers.

Logan had just picked up a new job in a new city. Lun was finally away from lun’s father… mostly. He still got e-mails from him, texts, and of course regular visits but was more than happy to be moved away from him at least one city, even if it was only a couple of cities away.

Janus had gone through hours and hours of searching until its friend had suggested it moved in with strangers. They were overjoyed to be away from their previous roommate ‘K’. It wasn’t exactly excited to be moving in with two strangers but they could deal with it as long as it could get away.

Logan was the first to arrive at the apartment he picked a room quickly and moved in their things they picked the biggest room. Lun hadn’t brought a lot of things but they liked their space. Lun was excited to be around here even though lun would be here with strangers. Once lun was situated they went into the living room to meet their new roommates. Soon a taller person walked in and smiled at them. They had beautiful yellow eyes and freckles on one side of their face causing them to look magical.

Janus was second. It came in around noon and waved at the shorter person there. They looked lun over, noting the way they seemed comfortable around it even though they had just met. They went and took the second largest room just dropping off their single small suitcase and one backpack before going to talk to the strange person who it would be living with for an undetermined amount of time. “Hello~” It said smoothly, sitting down across from it’s roommate.

“Hello? How are you?” They responded. “I’m assuming you’re Janus?”

“I am, I hope you haven’t heard anything to awful about me, Logan? Correct?” Janus hissed out, smirking calmly at the other,

“Just that you’re a huge flirt, nothing extremely awful. I’ve also hear whispers about your eyes, they are as gorgeous as people say. What are you pronouns?” Logan asked softly, smiling at him.

“Quite the charmer aren’t you. It/they. Your’s?” Janus smiled softly, messing with their hoodie carefully.

“Lun/them… I’ll answer any questions if you have them. Which room did you pick?”

“The second biggest one, next to yours, I saw you picked the biggest one for yourself. Unless our other roommate stopped by and did so first?” Janus asked softly.

“I did, I’m sure you would’ve done the same.” Logan smiled at him, nodding a bit and adjusting his glasses to move them up the bridge of his nose.

“I would have-” Janus started but was stopped by the sound of a door slamming open. A short dark looking pail boy walked in, they looked at the two sitting together and then quickly ran off to pick a room for themself.

Virgil arrived around noon, they panted as they ran into the building and tugged on their hood as they opened the door quickly causing it to slam against the wall. Ji only froze for a moment before sprinting upstairs to clean jinxelf up and calm down. Soon they found they had been left with the smallest room though didn't complain as they collapsed on the bed and set down their backpack, grabbing the first aid kit they kept with them. They stared at the closed door and then pulled off their clothes, removing their binder quickly and hissing in pant as it scratched at the fresh wounds that littered their body. They quickly got to work cleaning themself up. They bit back a sob as they clean their cuts and bandaged them. When they were finished they pulled on a fresh black t-shirt and closed their eyes for a moment before getting to work on setting up a couple things on their walls as well as hanging up their pride flag over their bed. Normally they would be worried about doing that but they decided it wasn’t worth it considering all of jix friends were lgbtq in some form they figured it couldn’t be to much of an issue. Virgil put the black and purple fluffy sheets on ji’s bed and then put away their stuff in the dresser that was sitting in the corner of the room. They silently put on their headphones and curled up on their bed before slowly falling asleep.

About three weeks later neither Logan nor Janus had really heard anything from the shortest member of their apartment. Virgil had kept hidden in their room for most of the day, only leaving when the house was empty.

However today wasn’t turning out to be a normal day for Logan especially since Virgil had decided not to hide in jix room when the, arrived home. Logan froze at the sight of the small being sitting there on the couch, listening to music and reading a book. They would never forget the sight of them sitting there calmly in a short black crop top hoodie and their favorite black fluffy blanket. Logan walked over and sat down on the chair across from Ji. “Hello.” Lun said softly, smiling at ji.

Virgil froze for a second before pulling off jix headphones and smiling at them. “Hey…” They said softly.

Logan swore their voice was more beautiful than any song they had ever heard. It was soft yet strong, not very high but not too low. Jin voice was perfect. “Nice to meet you, I’m Logan.”

“Virgil… You’re the space nerd, right?” Ji said quietly, smiling at the person in front of them. They weren’t particularly anxious right now which was a shock. They guessed that it had something to do with Logan’s calming presence.

Logan blushed and nodded softly. “Yes. Why?” Lun asked, smiling at the odd person in-front of them.

“Can you tell me about them? Please?” Virgil asked softly, sitting up quietly and putting a book mark in their book and pausing their music.

“Really? Yes! I’d love to! What would you like to know about?” Logan asked happily, sitting up straighter.

“Anything… Maybe stars? I don’t really know anything so just anything.” Virgil smiled brightly.

Logan nodded quickly. “Alright! So basically-” They began to rant happily, flapping their hands at their sides quietly, very excited and happy.

An hour or so later Janus arrived home, shocked to see Virgil sitting there ranting about horror books of all things. “It’s so dumb! No sane person would stay in a house with a literal killer, imagine you know there’s a killer coming to your house and instead of calling the cops, packing a bag and setting up some cameras and going to stay at a hotel you what? Just stay there!? They’re trying to kill you!!” Virgil grumbled.

Janus walked over quietly and sat down next to Virgil. “Hello.”

Logan smiled softly. “Hello Janus.”

Virgil gasped. “Hey…” He said quietly, instantly going quiet and staring at the new person who had arrived. They were convinced that Janus must be the most beautiful person ever.

Janus smirked at them softly. “What were you saying, spider-ling? I would love to hear more about horror novels~.” It said softly, winking at them.

Virgil went very red. “O-oh! Right… so… so basically horror novels are only really effective when you know either are mislead about the killer or there’s no real way to get away.”

“Interesting, what about ghost stories and things like that?” Logan asked softly.

“R-right! Those are always good, it’s best done when the ghost ends up being someone they know. My favorite trope is when they end up in a forest… because they’re always so beautiful but also sad. They make a wonderful place. They seem like they’d be easier to write though I’m sure they’re also very difficult.” Virgil said quickly, bouncing in their seat a bit as Ji talked. Virgil decided that they liked their new roommates even if they were kind of weird.

After a couple days and a recommendation from their friend our favorite trio decided to make a blog for people to ask them things deciding it was a good bounding experience they created an email and set up the blog. They all typed in their pronouns and name’s into a pinned post and picked out an emoji for themselves as a signature. Janus made the header and profile pic. Virgil wrote in a little intro to the blog and set everything up. Soon enough they were all cuddled up on the couch ready to start running their brand new blog with no idea what was to come.

#analoceit #leftbrainedroomates #virgil maro #janus alexander #logan lovatt #'k'#cannon fic

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cutieodonoghue · 4 years

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dark gray (15/17)

summary: Killian Jones operates a lighthouse in the middle of nowhere, preferring a life of isolation, until one day a woman and a baby wash up on his little island and change his life forever.

read it on: ao3, ff.net

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Fifteen

Two Weeks Later

The media had finally decided the story was over just a few days before Christmas, probably because they’d rather spend their holiday with their own families rather than staring at the Nolan house all day with no updates to her story.

And somehow, after that, it’s normal again. Well, as normal as it can be.

It’s not easy to play the part she’d once performed so easily just a few months ago. For better or worse, the time she’d spent on the island has changed her.

Without any phone calls or messages sent from across the ocean, Emma feels stagnant. If she went back for him, there would be no guarantees of leads or direction. Leaving might even make it harder for Killian to find her.

Ruby and Belle, two of her closest friends, come to the house one morning and practically drag her out the front door to take her Christmas present shopping.

“So when will you tell us about what happened?” Ruby wonders, peering over at her from the driver's seat of Emma’s beat up VW Bug.

Emma rolls her eyes. “I’ve already told you guys everything. I fell into the ocean and washed up on the shore of a tiny island somewhere.”

“Yeah, and there was a hot lighthouse keeper. What’s he like? Killian Jones.”

Belle gasps from the backseat. “Ruby! Be kind.” The librarian turns, “Sorry, Emma. How about we talk about something else?”

Their favorite place to shop for odds and ends is on Main Street, so that’s where they find themselves, baskets in their arms while they stroll through the aisles chatting and laughing.

It’s easier to forget the sadness she feels in the back of her mind while instead thinking about what gifts make sense for her parents, or while she’s trying to keep track of the latest Ruby drama.

“Oh, Emma, Belle has a boyfriend.” Ruby suddenly announces, shaking her head in surprise. “I totally forgot to tell you.”

Emma looks at Belle, smirking slightly. “You do?”

Belle wears a bright red blush, covering her face with the mittens that she holds in her hands. “I do.”

She and Ruby share a laugh at Belle’s shyness over the fact that she’s in a relationship.

Emma reaches out to touch Belle’s arm, gently assuring her that she cares. “Who is it?”

Belle hesitates, looking between Ruby and Emma. She lowers her voice slightly, as if she’s going to be overheard. “Will. You can’t tell anyone. It’s so new, Emma.”

She has to laugh again. “Will Scarlet?”

Belle gasps. “Don’t laugh! I wouldn’t laugh if one of you were seeing someone.”

“The brooding sailor and the hopeless romantic librarian.” Ruby sighs wistfully. She plucks something off of a nearby shelf to add to her basket. “They’re really cute, though, Em. After Christmas, we should get together for dinner so we can interrogate him.”

Emma nods. “Sure.”

“I don’t see why you’d need to,” Belle rolls her eyes. “You both know him.”

“But we have to. It's our job!”

It always happens like this. In the middle of mundane conversation, a pit sinks to the pit of her stomach and she loses all of the joy she may or may not have had before.

Belle must notice, because she holds Emma’s arm, pressing her hand and chin against Emma’s shoulder. “Are you alright?”

Emma manages a smile. “I’m fine… I just think I should get going.”

“Emma…”

“No, Emma, stay.” Ruby begs, pouting her lower lip. “We can talk about literally anything else. Like, okay,” She exchanges a wide-eyed look with Belle. “Last week I was with my Granny and she said there’s no reason for us to keep making the apple crisp? What’s that about?” Her voice lowers, “People still order apple crisp.”

Belle’s gaze follows Emma, a small worried frown on her lips. “Why don’t we look for something to give Killian for Christmas?”

Somehow, the thought doesn’t hit her as hard as it could. In fact, she thinks it would be good to buy him a present.

“Okay.”

Belle thoughtfully turns to the shelves nearby. “How does he feel about candy canes? This store seems to have an endless supply.”

They all laugh briefly. Emma tucks her hair behind her ears, thoughtful. “Let’s see if they have any journals.”

He’s started thinking about fleeing the hospital in the middle of the night.

Everyday, it’s the same thing. He sleeps, he eats, a nurse comes and chastises him for trying to stand on his own. Rinse and repeat.

His doctor says he has to stay put for another week, but the newspaper Smee brings him claims that it’s almost Christmas, and he can’t possibly spend Christmas wearing a paper-thin gown and a pair of socks from the lost and found.

Not when he could be with Emma. Not when she’s out there wondering if he’s even alive.

“Smee, I need to get out of here.”

It isn’t the first time he’s suggested an escape, so Smee just glances at him briefly while he fiddles with the remote to the television that hangs on the wall ahead of them.

“Will you give me my clothes at least? This hospital gown is starting to chafe.”

Smee sighs, frustrated with the remote control, and drops it on the table. He looks at Killian again. “What?”

Killian groans. “If I could hit you, I would. You’re useless.”

His only friend pivots his chair toward him and folds his hands together. “How about we have a chat?”

“About what?”

Smee shrugs. “Do you think you’ll go live in America with Emma once you’re out of the hospital?”

“That’s the hope.”

Smee hums thoughtfully. “I think it would be worth looking for her online… maybe we could see if we can find a friend…”

“Smee, I need to get to her in person.” Killian interrupts Smee’s train of thought. “I can’t… I’m exhausted of this. I need to be with her.”

Smee thoughtfully stares at him. Then, he reaches for his bag, digging into it to remove a slip of paper.

“I know it isn’t much, but a friend of mine found an address online. It might be Emma’s...”

Sitting upright, Killian’s brow dips as his eyes narrow. “Hold on. You’ve had an address this whole time?”

Smee stares at him blankly. “You’ve been bedridden.”

He thinks about his options very, very briefly, before he determinedly pushes back the sheets and forces himself to sit on the edge of the bed.

Killian grits his teeth. It’s never easy getting out of bed merely to visit the restroom, but he can’t force himself to stay another minute with Smee suffocating him to death with his crossword puzzles and mid-afternoon variety shows.

With teeth still gritted, he yanks the IV out of his arm, much to Smee’s alarm. “Oh! Please, don’t do what I think you’re doing. Please stay in bed. Please.”

His stocking feet hit the cold floor with a grimace. He extends an arm to Smee. “Hand me my clothes.”

Smee stares at him, not moving. Killian stares back, lifting a daring eyebrow.

“Now, Smee.”

The man jostles into action, grabbing his folded clothes from the bag he’d kept at his side. Killian sheds the hospital gown and takes each article as quickly as Smee passes them over.

It’s not easy getting into the shirt, which really should be a warning sign that pulling on pants will be impossible, but he dives into the task headfirst anyway.

He does it for Emma. He does it for Henry. He does it for sake of his own sanity.

After he dresses, he finds his breathing labored and he aches in ways he shouldn’t, but he looks at Smee again anyway. “The address.”

Smee comes closer to him, paper in hand. He hesitates. “I can’t give it to you.”

Killian begins to cradle the pain in his ribs, but refuses to slow down. “Smee. I’m not asking.”

He glares at the man until Smee caves, slouching his shoulders as he passes him the paper. “How are you going to get there? Look at you. You don’t even have any shoes!”

“Then thank you for offering yours. Bloody kind of you.”

Smee gives him a weary look, but kicks off his own boots to offer them to Killian. For someone trying to keep him from leaving, Smee isn’t exactly doing a good job.

Holding his head up high, Killian knows the only way he’ll be able to get past the nurses and doctors is if he does so quickly and with a level head.

He takes a deep breath and takes one step forward, already regretting the decision to wear a size of shoe too small for his feet.

“I’m only going to ask you once more to stay. Please. You can’t make the trip like this alone.”

Killian stares at Smee. Smee stares back at him.

Almost as if Smee reads Killian’s mind, his shoulders fall and he sighs. “I’ll collect my things.”

It has been four weeks. Four weeks since she’d last seen Killian. Four weeks since she’d last kissed him. Four weeks since she asked him to come back to her.

There was a voice in her mind that whispered darkly to her sometimes. Maybe he stayed on purpose. Maybe he didn’t actually want to leave. Maybe he hadn’t actually changed.

Maybe everything she thought she’d experienced on a mysterious island in the middle of the ocean was in her head.

Emma does her best to shed these thoughts, but sometimes, she clings to them.

She drives to the diner, where she’d told Mary Margaret they could meet for lunch, and sits parked in front of the building for far too long.

Her phone buzzes twice.

Mom: Henry and I are at the diner!

Mom: Come whenever you’re ready (smiling emoji)

Deciding she should go inside, Emma sighs deeply and unbuckles her seatbelt. Making life normal again felt wrong without Killian here.

She sits beside her mother at the diner, leaving room for David to join opposite them in a little while. Henry happily bounces in Mary Margaret’s arms, giggling when Emma leans in and kisses his cheek. “Hi, baby.”

Her mother smiles at her. “I think he’s going to start standing on his own soon.”

“Yeah?” Emma asks, excited. Henry squirms from Mary Margaret and into Emma’s arms. She sighs happily, pressing her cheek into his baby soft curls. “I’ll miss him being this small, though.”

Mary Margaret chuckles. “We all will.”

All too easily, Emma’s delight with being with her family fades and she finds herself taking a breath just to hold it.

“If we knew where he was, I would tell you to go find him.” Mary Margaret says, seeming to know exactly where her mind went.

Emma nods. “Yeah.”

She pauses, a pest of a thought gnawing at her, begging to be shared. Emma fights with that impulse for a few seconds. Mary Margaret didn’t need to know the very worst of her inner thoughts.

And yet, the thought gnaws. Emma peers at her mother, the ever kind and compassionate source of hope and love in her life.

“What’s on your mind, honey?” Her voice is without meaning harm or pity. It hardly ever is.

Hesitating just a few seconds more, Emma adjusts herself in the booth so she can face her mother more.

“Up until the last few days, he still wanted to stay on the island, and I don’t know if he really meant what he said. How am I supposed to know for sure? I mean, it isn’t like we’d known each other for a long time.”

Her mother frowns. “Emma, you can’t think like this.”

“It’s just being honest.” She sighs. “If he deep down had any doubts… maybe he took the easy out where he could and that’s why we haven’t heard from him.”

Her mother, who has always been filled to the brim with fairytales and happy endings, reaches for Emma’s hand and shakes her head.

“You have to have hope, Emma. Without it, there’s no chance for a happy ending. Do you think we ever gave up hope we’d find you?”

Guilt hits her in a hard pang. She swallows thickly. “No. Of course not.”

Her mother tilts her head to the side, smiling gently. “Then why should you give up on Killian?”

Abruptly, Emma’s phone buzzes on the table and her eyes widen in surprise. “Oh, shoot. I have to take this outside. It’s the doctor.”

Doctors visits had become a weekly routine. Between herself and Henry, the tests and exams seemed endless, although necessary to make sure they were alright after everything they’d been through.

Her mom takes Henry as Emma answers the phone, “Hello?”

“Hi, Emma, it’s Doctor Whale’s office. I’m Nurse Bell calling about your blood test results.”

Emma hums as she steps out the diner’s front door, the bell tinkling in her wake. Taking the steps down to the snowy patio quickly, she isn’t paying any attention when she runs straight into another person.

“Oh!”

Her phone almost falls from her hand when she staggers after the impact. Before her stands her father, who laughs, apologetic. He steadies her with his hands on each of her arms.

“Oh, geez. Sorry, Sweetie.”

She laughs in response, using his shoulder as a balance while she pulls herself back together. “It’s okay. I should’ve been watching where I was going.”

He gently reaches up to adjust her hat on her head. “There you go.”

Emma smiles in thanks, softening a little at the gentleness of the interaction. “Mom and Henry are in our favorite booth.” She holds up her phone. “I have to take this. Be right in.”

David nods in understanding and Emma quickly pulls her phone back to her ear. “So sorry about that. I just... had a run-in with someone.”

The nurse laughs. “I heard. Do you want to hear your results over the phone or would you rather come into the office?”

Emma shakes her head. There’s no need to visit the doctor again if it was just a routine blood test. “I’ll take them now, if that’s possible.”

Nurse Bell pauses. “Okay, well… everything looks good. Um… well, except…”

Her heart skips an anxious beat. “What is it?”

“Well, congratulations are in order, Emma,” the nurse says with a smile she can hear even on the phone, “you’re pregnant.”

All of the blood completely drains from her face and she finds herself standing so still, so quiet, that she almost forgets that she’s on the phone.

Her voice breaks when she finally squeaks out, “What?”

The nurse rattles off a bunch of information, but Emma isn’t listening.

Pregnant.

How the hell did this happen?

Of course, she knows how. She just doesn’t... know how.

Somehow, she ends the call and finds the will within herself to lift her feet, though her mind races with thoughts of Killian.

His eyes, so blue. Would their child have blue eyes too?

Once she stands inside Granny’s Diner, she casts her gaze onto her parents and Henry.

Henry is going to be a big brother.

She’s going to have a baby.

And Killian is still missing.

Every excuse she’d made up for not going to look for him now seems so insignificant. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind that they were meant to be together, but now she actually felt it in her bones.

She shouldn’t have waited for so long to go… maybe she shouldn’t have even left so quickly after reuniting with her parents. But staying here now, with the knowledge that both of her children could be without their father… it felt wrong in the worst way.

Guilt floods her mind, squashing the darkness that had been bothering her all day with a bitter flavor. She almost allows it to overwhelm her, to anchor her to the premise it feeds her, but somewhere deep down, hope stirs within.

Hope that this is only a hiccup, that she would find him, and they would be together again. No matter where, or when, or how, Emma would see Killian again.

When she comes back to the table in the back corner of the diner, she sits beside her mom, who immediately turns to her with worry knitting her brow.

“What’s wrong?”

Emma’s mouth opens, words refusing to form on her tongue. She shakes her head slowly. “I’m going to find Killian. I should get on a plane tonight.”

Mary Margaret looks across the table at David, as if she needs help wrangling Emma in, but her father nods, a kind smile on his face.

“Whatever you need to do. Let’s go. I’m with you, Emma.”

#cs ff #cs au #captain swan #dark gray #my writing

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nokomiss · 4 years

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For the prompt, how about Jason and Damian with Letter J? Thank you.

I didn’t forget this, @dn-ky! just got a little busy. Hope you enjoy!

There was a loud thumping noise and even louder cursing coming from the library.

Jason would normally keep walking, heading instead to the kitchen for that home cooked meal that Alfred had promised, but he recognized the voice. Damian sounded frustrated to the point of tears,which simply was not normal, and he had the feeling that if Tim or Bruce wandered by and chose to investigate, that Damian would buck up and become even more recalcitrant than usual.

He stood outside the door for a long moment, listening -- the cursing continued, though quieter, and with a single-minded determination that Jason almost admired. He sighed and pushed open the door. Damian was in the center of the room, surrounded by a small fortune’s worth of art supplies. This wouldn’t be unusual, except instead of Damian’s preferred sketchpads, pencils and paints, he was surrounded by hot glue guns, googly eyes, and various colorful bits of fluff.

“What the hell is all this?” Jason asked, nudging a pile of what looked like feathers dyed in primary colors with the toe of his boot.

“A nightmare,” Damian said darkly. There was a smear of blue paint on his nose; Jason was absolutely not going to tell him about it.

“So I see,” Jason said. There was a poster board in front of Damian that he was attempting to glue pipe cleaners along the edges of. It wasn’t going well, judging by the glops of glue and the sad state of the pipe cleaners. My Family, it proclaimed in colorful balloon letters. He was going to regret this, but… “Can I help?”

“No.” Damian abandoned the pipe cleaners and dug through the pile of craft supplies, coming up with some sparkly fuzzballs. He picked up the glue gun and began to affix them around a picture of Bruce. It looked as though Bruce was being attacked by muppets.

Jason gave one more thought to the home cooked meal; Alfred had promised him soup. He supposed that it would wait. Sit there simmering away while he granted mercy to the boy.

It would still be waiting on him. He sat down and grabbed some glue.

“You know who you should call?” Jason said a few minutes later after making the mistake of opening the glitter.

“Absolutely not.” Damian didn’t even look up from where he was adding sparkly letters under Jason’s picture. Jason leaned over to see what he was spelling out: RIP.

“You know how happy Steph gets when there’s glitter and you ask her for help,” Jason tried again. He could leave, he knew, but they were actually making progress and Damian was no longer cursing.

“No one else can know,” Damian said, probably trying for stern but it was undercut by the fact that glitter now cling to the paint on his nose. It was adorable. Jason was going to take a pic the second the kid’s attention was turned and use it as blackmail for years.

Then he noticed what Damian was doing. “Hey, those flames better be because of how fire I am, not because of anything theological.”

Damian lowered the flame sticker and put it to the side, leaving the picture of fifteen year old Jason unmarred.

“So why are you going this overboard?” Jason asked. Damian had a tendency to overdo things, sure, but this was hardly his style.

Damian focused on adding a poop emoji sticker over Tim’s picture. When he spoke, his voice was quiet. Embarrassed. “This is a redo.”

“A redo— Damian, did you fail an assignment?” Jason forgot what he was doing and accidentally let a puddle of glitter glue form. “Shit,” he muttered, attempting to mop it up.

Damian’s silence spoke volumes. Jason looked again at the mountain of colorful, sparkly supplies and did the math. “Did your teacher suggest more color?”

“She said my first attempt was austere and depressing,” Damian admitted.

Jason narrowed his eyes. “Show me.”

Damian shook his head. “It doesn’t matter.” He carefully drew an elaborate border around Cass’s picture in purple marker.

Jason thought it did matter. He stood up, brushing stray bits of glitter off his pants -- these were his work pants, too, he was going to be leaving a glitter trail on the rooftops of Gotham tonight -- and headed for Damian’s backpack, which was laying near the door. Like the kid had dropped it on his way in, which, again, not like him.

Damian was so focused on his art that he didn’t realize Jason’s plan at first.

The poster board was folded up and crammed into the back pocket of the backpack, and Jason almost looked it over at first. It was dark enough to blend in.Then -- just as Damian launched himself at Jason and attempted to stop him from opening it, Jason easily dodged him and opened it anyway.

It was austere, the teacher had been right on that count. But the effort Damian had put in to capture the family’s aesthetic was incredible-- dark grey poster board, black and white pictures of each family member, with a careful description beneath each. No further decoration, but it was clean and classic, and reminded Jason of the lines of the Wayne building downtown.

Then he realized that the black and white pictures were actually sketches of each family member. Bruce looking on with approval, arms crossed over his chest. Dick laughing, a spoonful of cereal halfway to his mouth. Tim grinning with a gaming controller gripped in both hands, clearly gleeful from a victory. Cass caught mid-pirouette, lines of her body clean and graceful. Duke with a soft smile, like he wasn’t quite sure how he’d ended up there, but was glad for it. Alfred, mouth quirked up in that smirk he got so often when watching them. Even Talia, the pencil marks soft enough to make her seem almost gentle.

And there was even Jason. Damian had left his face unfinished enough that he looked like the child he’d been before his death, though the smile was the same.

Damian had even included pictures of the pets, carefully and lovingly rendered.

“What the fuck,” Jason said. “Why are we creating this monstrosity when you did this?”

“My teacher doesn’t believe that I did it,” Damian said stiffly.”She said I was to do another one unassisted.”

“Your teacher’s an asshole,” Jason said. “This is incredible.”

He looked back at the mess of glitter, glue, and various craft supplies that was drying on the floor. “You know what we should do?”

“We are not hanging that up,” Damian said stiffly. Jason shook his head. “I think we should go egg your teacher’s house.”

Damian scrunched up his nose. “I don’t think--”

“If you think that Robin and Red Hood can’t manage to egg one house without getting caught…”

“I didn’t say that,” Damian said stiffly.

“Then come on,” Jason said, folding the poster back up. “You can turn in the new one tomorrow. But tonight? Sweet revenge.”

Damian hesitated a moment more before succumbing to his desire for vengeance.

He even got caught up enough in gathering egging supplies that he didn’t notice that Jason took the poster.

#my fic #jason todd #damian wayne #batfamily #dn-ky

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heauxplesslydevoted · 4 years

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Could’ve Been (Rafael x MC)

Title Inspo: Could’ve Been - H.E.R feat. Bryson Tiller

Summary: Casey realizes that letting go of a relationship is harder than she thought

A/N: 1) Me? Writing an Open Heart fic that isn’t about Ethan? Shocking. 2) This would’ve been up much sooner had I not started watching Real Housewives (quality hour of television, btw) and gossiping with my mom.

Tags: @drakewalker04 @canknot @akacalliope @senseofduties @badchoicesposts @ermidc @thatysn @paulfwesley @zodiacsign1 @choices-lurker

~v~

The rest of the city is calm, despite how she feels. Casey Valentine is exhausted. She just got off of a 36 hour shift at the hospital, most of her body feels like dead weight, and she wants so badly to go to sleep, but her brain refuses to shut off.

She rolls over, nearly colliding with Rafael. Her boyfriend is sound asleep, and she'd be envious if she wasn’t so content with the image of him. She’s never said it about a guy before, but Rafael is so attractive, he borders on angelic at times. His smooth brown skin is illuminated by moonlight, his long eyelashes curl along the apples of his cheeks, his lips are slightly parted, and she can hear his tiny breaths pass through as he breaths, the muscles in his arms and legs are loose and relaxed. Her eyes travel the planes of his body, loosely covered by her sheets, leaving little to the imagination.

Casey sits up in bed, ignoring the sheet as it falls from her body, and simply stares at Rafael. Moments like this, moments of stillness and tranquility are so hard to come by considering their hectic jobs and lives, and now that she’s stumbled into one, she doesn’t want it to go to waste.

Unconsciously, her fingertips reach out to touch the few strands of hair that are dangling in front of his face, and she gently grazes his forehead in the process.

He whimpers slightly at the contact and Casey freezes, hoping he doesn’t stir any further. It doesn’t work, as Rafael’s eyes flutter open slowly, adjusting to the world of consciousness. After a few dazed moments, his eyes settle on Casey and a smile forms on his face.

“Hi.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You can wake me up anytime.”

“No, you were sleeping so peacefully. Trust me, I know how hard good sleep is to come by.”

“I can fall asleep again,” Rafael says, his voice still hoarse and thick.

“No need to brag about it, Superman,” Casey teases.

Rafael chuckles softly at the nickname. He rolls over and wraps an arm around his girlfriend’s waist and pulls her in closer to him. She revels in his warmth. He was always her personal heater, his body running warmer than she’s used to with other people.

“Why are you up, my little insomniac?” Rafael asks, running a hand through Casey’s hair. Craning his head slightly, he sees the time on the alarm clock. 2:18 AM.

“I can’t sleep.”

“What’s up? Is work okay? Is sad or outlandish cases plaguing your dreams?”

“No. I’m actually on a winning streak at work.”

She can’t put her finger on it, but she can’t shake the anxiousness building in the pit of her stomach. There’s no justification for the feeling, and that’s the annoying part.

“Do you think you’re nervous about officially joining the diagnostics team?”

While she still had a few more months left in her intern year, it’d be over before she knew it.

“Maybe.”

“Well whatever it is, I hope it goes away soon,” Rafael continues.

“Me too. But in the meantime, you need to get back to sleep. What time do you need to be up for your shift?”

“7:30,” he answers. His fingers find her back and he strokes the soft skin along her spine. Casey shivers at the contact and moves closer to him, as if that’s even possible. She swings her leg over his, the heel of her foot coming in contact with his calf, as if she wants to test out just how intertwined they can be.

Maybe it’s her nervous energy, maybe it’s because she’s bone tired and wants to be cuddled like a spoiled toddler, or maybe it’s a combination of both, but the urge to cling to Rafael is overwhelming. Not necessarily sexually—though she’ll never not have sex with him if that’s what it turned into—but she craves the intimacy of his touch, the warmth of his body, his scent, all of him.

The pad of her thumb touches his jaw, drawing lazy circles. “I don’t know if I’ve ever told you this, but you’re beautiful.”

“No one has ever called me beautiful before,” Rafael admits, and Casey can see a scarlet blush creeping onto his skin at the compliment.

“Well you are. I’m going to start saying it more.”

“I like it,” Rafael murmurs before capturing her lips in a kiss. She parts her lips, a silent invitation for him to deepen it, which he happily accepts. She hums in appreciation as his tongue finds purchase in her mouth, pushing, exploring, and his hands, simultaneously rough and gentle, finally settle at her side.

Her heart speeds up, and for a second there, she’s sure it stops beating altogether. Being with Rafael might be something she never fully gets used to. No matter how familiar he is, her body and mind still react like he’s something so pure and so rare.

After a while, he finally breaks the kiss, and she’s buzzing, dizzy and delirious, like she’s drunk on him. She doesn’t know how he has this effect on her, but she doesn’t mind.

After what feels like forever, Casey breaks the kiss and pulls back. They lock eyes and she’s pulled in, his brown orbs reminiscent of dark chocolate.

It’s in this moment that Casey Valentine realizes she’s stupidly and irrevocably in love with Rafael Aveiro. It’s all consuming and burns her from the deepest parts of her core, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

The confidence and security that comes with the realization tears at her defenses, lowering her guard. Whatever anxiousness she felt earlier dissipates as time ticks on. She doesn’t have time for that, not when she’s in the arms of the man she loves.

She must have a crazy look on her face, because Rafael gently squeezes her. “You okay? Why are you staring at me like that?”

The three words are on the tip of her tongue, but she swallows them. Instead, Casey kisses him once more. “Again, just admiring.” She yawns. “Let’s go to bed.”

“You think you’ll be able to go to sleep now?”

She nods and smiles giddily at him. “Positive.”

~v~

Casey startles herself awake, a cold sweat covering her skin. She pants, a hand flying to her chest to calm her beating heart.

“Raf, I–”

The words die on her tongue as she realizes that she’s in bed alone.

It comes flooding back to her. Sora came waltzing back into town, and Rafael broke up with her, saying he needed to see if there was still something there. She scoffs. Because stupid high school girlfriends still carry that much weight in your late 20s.

The memories cut Casey like a million tiny razor blades, piercing her skin and exposing her to the harshness of the real world. A chill settles in her bones, and she wraps herself in her thick comforter. It’s not enough, and it doesn’t compare to Rafael’s embrace in the slightest.

She’s done a decent job of compartmentalizing. She’s curt with him at work, she avoids group interaction, she got rid of all of his clothes shoved deep in her closet and her drawers. She doesn’t allow herself to think of Rafael.

And her stupid subconscious ruined it.

Now that the floodgates are open, he’s all she can think about. Where is he now? How are his grandparents doing? Do they like Sora? Do he and Sora pillow talk in the middle of the night, sharing secrets and talking about their days? Does he let her wake him up at all hours?

She should’ve told him she loved—loves, it’s still very much present tense—that night. If he knew how she felt, maybe they’d still be together. She should’ve had sex with him that night, if she knew it was going to be their last one together. She wouldn’t have done laundry and changed her sheets the next day because right at this moment, she’d do anything to smell him on her sheets again. Maybe that’s why she was so on edge: her intuition knew the breakup was coming, but the rest of her was blissfully unaware.

Casey allows the facade to drop, and the regret and ‘should’ve/could’ve/would’ve’s’ invade her brain for a minute. Up until now, she’s refused this, the mourning for her relationship with Rafael, because she knew she’d break.

Tears fall from her eyes quicker than she can blink them away. She doesn’t want to cry. She isn’t ready to open up that gaping wound the size of Texas that’s in the center of her chest because of this.

Before she can stop herself, she rolls over and grabs her cell phone, unplugging it from the charger. It’s incredibly late at night/early in the morning, but Casey doesn’t dwell on the time. Instead she scrolls through her contacts until she finds his name. There are no cutesy nicknames, no string of emojis, just a simple R. Aveiro.

Her thumb hovers above the screen for a long time, long enough for the doubt to settle in. She’s making a mistake, right? No one in their right mind is pathetic enough to call their ex in the middle of the night, especially sober.

Deciding she has nothing else to lose, Casey says fuck it, and calls anyway.

It takes 3 rings for Rafael to answer.

“Hello?”

Her breath catches upon hearing his voice. She just woke him up with this call, she can tell by the sound of his voice. Sleepy Rafael is easily one of her favorites.

She’s so caught up, it’s easy to forget that he’s still on the line and she hasn’t said a word.

“Hello? Casey, is that you?”

Casey counts silently in her head before nodding. “It’s me.”

“It’s almost 4 AM,” Rafael says.

Her cheeks burn at the statement. The embarrassment that she dismissed a few short minutes ago is present and in full force now.

“Is everyone okay?”

She misses when they were able to talk late at night with no pretense. There didn’t need to be an emergency with their friends. They were just Rafael and Casey.

“Y-yeah, everyone is okay,” she answers.

“Are you okay?”

No, she thinks. “I’m great.” Fucking liar.

“Okay.”

There’s an awkward pause on the line, and Rafael yawns. He sighs heavily and she can feel it in her bones that he’s about to hang up on her.

“I’m sorry for calling,” she starts, “I just...I don’t know, I guess I just missed hearing your voice.”

“And I’m sorry for unloading this all on you right now,” Casey continues. “But if I didn’t talk to you, I’d probably have a panic attack.”

“It’s fine, Case. I’m still your friend, you can wake me up anytime.”

Those are the same words he said to her during their last sleepover, and this time, she doesn’t try to fight the tears falling from her eyes. Maybe he said it on purpose, maybe it’s a sign from the universe that things will eventually be okay, or maybe it means absolutely nothing. Whatever the case, it sends her into a tailspin.

She wants to scream at him for being so dense. That's not good enough, it’ll never be good enough. She doesn’t want to be his fucking friend, she wants to be with him. She wants to fall asleep in his embrace, and wake up next to him. She wants things to go back to the way they were.

Her throat constricts and aches at the effort she’s putting into not sobbing into the speaker.

“Are you still there, Casey?” Rafael asks, concern laced through his voice.

“I’m still here.” If he hears her voice crack, he doesn’t bring notice to it, and she’s glad. “Again, sorry for bothering you. I have the early morning shift at work, so I should really get to bed.”

“Oh, of course.”

She’s caught in an awkward limbo of wanting to get off the phone as soon as possible, as if to save herself from anymore humiliation, but at the same time, she’s afraid to hang up on him.

“Can you be the one to hang up?” She pleads. “I can’t bring myself to do it.”

Rafael swallows thickly on the other line. “Sure thing. Goodnight, Casey.”

“Goodbye, Rafael.” The finality of the words is staggering, and she’s shocked she actually managed to spit them out. She sniffles quietly.

But he doesn’t rush to end the phone call. Time drags on for a while and they both sit in comfortable silence. It becomes apparent that Casey isn’t the only one having a hard time letting go, and the fact brings her a tiny slice of solace.

But like all good things, the moment comes to an end. Saying goodnight once more, Rafael hangs up and the call ends with a resounding click.

And just like that, it’s over.

Whoever came up with the concept of closure is full of shit, because now Casey feels worse than she did before.

#playchoices #choices: stories you play #open heart #open heart 2 #rafael aveiro #rafael aveiro x mc

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aam-loves · 4 years

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Can’t believe I’ve actually written something so... ugh, I meant to say dirty, but that’s kinda fluffy too, so figure it out yourselves friends.🥰

Adult content.

Humid air inside his car.

Foggy windows.

Heavy breaths.

Lips almost touching.

His strong hands holding her hips tight, helping her move.

Up and down.

Her fingers tangled in his dark locks.

He moves his lips down her neck, latching on her pulse point.

Taught nipples rub against his chest.

They are in a haze of lust.

She is overwhelmed.

Just as she is about to shatter he makes her look into his eyes.

He likes the eye contact when she falls apart.

Blue eyes boring into her, making her come harder.

“Babe? Are you alright?”

Betty is snapped out of her thoughts. She turns her head to look at her boyfriend, where he sits beside her on the couch. Short blonde hair and pale grey eyes.

“Yeah. Just a bit nervous about tomorrow’s test” she quickly makes a lie.

“You’ll ace it, as always.” Josh smiles and pecks her cheek.

Josh.

Her boyfriend.

On whom she is cheating.

Fuck.

It’s not that Betty doesn’t love her boyfriend. She loves him. But sweet feelings with which they started dating merged into strong friendship. She loved him as a part of her life, but not as a lover.

Not that she loves Jughead.

They don’t talk or spend time together. They just fuck. She knows he has a girlfriend, but she doesn’t know what makes him cheat on her. She feels bad, he tells her not think about it, so she doesn’t.

What makes her cheat on her boyfriend is an incredible sexual frustration. It’s not that she and Josh don’t have sex. They do. Rarely. And not satisfying. They lost their virginity to each other, but it soon turned out that Josh just wasn’t that much into sexual part of relationships. And he also didn’t know how to bring her to an orgasm. Betty could relieve just as much frustration with her hand.

She met Jughead when he was taking his internship at her parents’ newspaper during summer. She came to drop by some papers that were sent to their home by mistake. Her parents were out chasing some story. They hooked up in a storage room.

They continued seeing each other after that, but made sure to keep it strictly about fucking.

It has been two months by now.

Just as she shut the door behind Josh her phone dings with a message. The contact’s name consists of two emojis. A crown and a snake.

“Tonight?” the message reads.

She smiles, already anticipating what is awaiting her.

“My parents are out of town. Come in two hours. Make sure no one sees you.”

They fuck through the whole night, making each other moan and groan and come again and again.

At first it’s hard and fast. He crashes her just as he walks through the door and bends her over the back of the couch that stands closest to the door. She wears only a robe, no underwear and he doesn’t bother to undress, pushing his jeans so he is able to plunge into her.

After the edge is taken off it’s slow and sensual. He likes to tease her, make her beg.

He eats her out on her dinner table. He holds her thighs to the table and licks and sucks her clit until she is a whining mess and then he thrust two long fingers into her, bringing her the desired relief, her juices sipping on the table. She scrubs it clean and bleaches next morning, but still blushes almost every time and tries to eat at the kitchen isle.

Then he makes her suck him off, standing in the middle of her living room. She hums and moans around his cock, helping with her hand where she can’t fit his impressive length into her mouth.

They are on her bed and he groans into her neck.

“You are so hot” he breathes into her ear and she thrives in his praise.

“I want you all the time” he pants, “all. the. damn. time.” he punctuates each word with a hard thrust and she nearly comes from just this.

He continues his dirty talk and leaves only when the sun starts rising.

They never sleep together, don’t even lay in afterglow. Just fuck.

As months go by Betty starts to learn and notice small things about him. She knows his usual order at Pop’s, knows that he likes dogs and conspiracy theories, she knows what books he likes to read, he even borrowed her books a couple of times. He doesn’t hide those things, but they made a deal not to share.

She understands that something went wrong somewhere around February. They are meeting at the drive in, that is closed for winter. When she sneaks into the projection booth he is sitting on the cot, head thrown back, leaning on the wall. Even in the dim light of a small lamp in the corner she can see he has a black eye and a cut on the brow. His lips are split too. And her heart wrenches with worry.

“What happened?”

“Nothing that you should know.” he snaps and she lets him fuck her hard, bite her shoulder and spill inside her. When he comes she can’t help but holds him a little longer, clinging to him.

He must feel something, because when she is dressed again and ready to leave he says “Don’t do it, Betty. We had a deal.”

She breaks up with Josh next week. She can’t lie to herself anymore, because she feels like she is cheating. And she does. But she feels like she is cheating on Jughead.

She tells him about breakup during their next encounter and he must have understood something, because he stops contacting her after that.

By April Betty is angry, sad and frustrated. She is a mess of feelings and she seeks release in the sting that’s created when her nails dig deep into her palms. But she can’t complain, she did it to herself. And she wants him. All of him.

On April 21st her phone rings at four in the morning. Her heart starts beating faster when she sees a snake and crown.

“Can you come?” his voice is low and hoarse.

She shouldn’t. She should hang up and ignore him like he did the last three months.

She sneaks out of her house and drives to Sunnyside trailer park.

The door to his trailer is not locked and she finds him on the couch. His state is bad.

His face is cut and swollen, shirt torn and soaked with blood. She doesn’t ask, she knows he won’t answer. She holds her tears and helps him out of his clothes and to the shower. Once he is clean of blood she can see his ribs are bruised and he limps on left leg. She finds the first aid kit and tends to him. All silent. Once he is in his bed she turns to leave.

His hand wraps around her wrist, “I want you”.

“You are in pain” she reasons.

“I don’t care. I want you.”

She wants to scream at him, demand explanations, but then...

“I need you... please” he lets his walls down. There is vulnerability in his eyes and a hint of fear. Fear that she will leave.

She is careful with him, soft touches and slow movements. They hold eye contact all the time and there are so much in it that she collapses and falls asleep in his arms exhausted. Emotionally more than physically.

She wakes up in early morning. Jughead is already awake, he rubs his thumb on the scars on her palm.

“Why did you do it?”

He tugs her palm closer and kisses crescent moon scars. Each one of them.

«I should probably go”, she croaks finally, “you friends and girlfriend are probably wondering how are you...”.

“I don’t have a girlfriend”, he answers, as of its the most important information right now. Not who did this to him. Not why. Just that he doesn’t have a girlfriend.

“She dumped me in October, kind of birthday present I guess”, he chuckles, “said she was more into girls”

Betty wants to be sorry, really wants, but she isn’t. Not sorry for him being single.

And then...

“Betty....” her name is soft, coming out of his lips.

She looks into his eyes and sees everything. Self doubt, struggle, fear.... “I love you”, his voice is just above whisper.

“I love you, too” she exhales in response.

And all is right in the world.

#betty x jughead #betty cooper x jughead jones #bughead fan fic #bughead au #bugheadedit #betty x jughead fanfiction #bughead fanfiction

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brain-rott · 4 years

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A Crushed Crush pt.3

Pairing: Midoriya x Reader/Bakugo x Reader

Description: It seems that things have finally come to a head as you are finally confronted by Midoriya who has come to ask you about what it was that tore you both apart.

Tag list: @jirouisbestgirl @honestlyimace @chounakami @Galacticrosee @http-bakugo @crybbysol @dragon-lark @odddaze @httpgiiio @karlitabi-rrito @chiefinvestigatorheidi @deneuves

Word count: 3654

Rating: PG

Part 1 Part 2

You woke with a yawn and grumble as you rolled over to see that it was still early in the morning. You were sure that not even the birds outside were awake yet. You realized that it was your phone that woke you up, the screen glowing brightly at you from its place on the bed next to you. Pulling it closer to you, you see that you have ten new messages from Bakugo from all hours of the night. Confused you sit up blinking sleep from your eyes as you unlock your phone.

Bakugo 1:58

You asleep?

Bakugo 2:05

I take your lack of response as a yes.

This is the worst time and way to say this I know I have already gotten chewed out by Kirishima about it

But I won’t be able to sleep until I get this off my mind

Bakugo 2:11

Earlier when I told you I cared about you I meant it

Not like as friends though

I want to be more than just friends

I know that your still getting over that shitty nerd but I just want you to know that there's someone out there other than him who can see just how amazing you are and don't take it for granted.

Okay I think I got my point across well enough I’m sure you’re gonna wanna talk in the morning anyways so you can assault me with questions then

Call me when you wake up

You thought you were delirious for a time as you read the texts over and again just to ensure you weren’t misunderstanding anything. You had to catch yourself as you went to call Bakugo but seeing as the sun wasn’t even up yet you’re sure he may not be too pleased to hear from you. Instead you made a compromise with yourself sending him a large text of just heart and crying face emojis.

Dropping back down into bed. You smiled into your pillow as you let yourself daydream back into a lull before sleep fully retook you. Though rather than dreams of cute dates with the angry blonde you were confronted with some rather troubling images.

You found your dream self in a dark room sat at the same kind of tables they had in the cafeteria. On one side of the table was Midoriya and all of them. A fond memory of the time when Todoroki had accidentally mispronounced the name of an English soda had you all laughing and near choking on your food. You chuckled to yourself turning away for a moment. When you look back they’re gone initially startling you until you felt a hand on your knee under the table.

Turning to look over your other shoulder you found yourself sat next to Bakugo he had bumped you to get your attention before pointing to Kaminari who was across the Cafeteria flirting with some girls from general studies. You couldn’t help the laugh that left you as the shortest of the three girls rose from her seat dumping her smoothie on Kaminari’s head before they all sauntered off leaving the blonde deflated and defeated. Kirishima had offered to go over and save him though it seemed it was unnecessary as a familiar purple haired weirdo from General studies came to his aid laughing as the two walked out of the cafeteria.

Your eyes locked onto Bakugo’s red ones and you felt your self shudder in a slight terror as he just seemed to blur and suddenly you were alone once again in the dark cafeteria. A sudden wave of coldness overtook you making you shudder. Now sat across from you were the silhouettes of Midoriya and Bakugo they seemed to be facing you though the longer you stare the harder it became to tell. The longer you sat there the colder it seemed to get as well, your breath appearing like mist in the chilled air. When you reached out towards them you seemed to lose your balance toppling backwards out of your chair, the sensation of falling seemed to over take you and your heart raced as you heard a pounding in your ears.

You jerked awake your leg kicking out hard against your bed smashing your toes against your wooden bed frame. Hissing in pain, you grabbed your foot cradling it towards you as you rubbed attempting to soothe the discomfort. You blinked again when you heard someone knock against your door. Looking up you noticed that the sun was fully out and light trickled into your room from between your curtains. Standing slowly you yanked open your curtains before shuffling over to the door.

Too busy trying to recall the details of your dream. You walked to your door where the person once again knocked. You clearly hadn’t learned your lesson since the last time someone came knocking at an odd hour of the day as you simply threw the door open. You stood there a moment, blinking in surprise as you simply stared at the person who stood before you.

Midoriya truly didn’t know what he was doing. He had made you bawl your eyes out how many times now? Now he thought he was going to somehow patch everything over by returning your belongings to you? He couldn’t help the tremors of anxiety and fear that trickled through him as he made the walk from his room to yours.

Your books were clutched to his chest much like how they had been moments before you turned and ran from him, tears streaming down your cheeks. That moment had been burned into his mind. He couldn’t sleep at all that night as his thoughts of you never quieted enough to allow him to rest.

Midoriya couldn’t help the huff that escaped him making him freeze in embarrassment as he remembered he was in public. He had racked his brain all night but couldn’t think of a single thing he may have done to hurt you. At one point he had even called Iida asking if he may have any insight into this situation though the Class rep was unfortunately unhelpful.

You hadn’t even be able to look at him and it destroyed him.

‘Maybe Todoroki was right. Maybe I am the problem.’ Midoriya thought feeling his heart pang painfully at the thought that maybe you just didn’t like him. Stepping into the elevator he pressed the button to take him to your floor.

‘It could be that simple’ he continued ‘You might just not be able to stand being around him anymore.’ The thought made a lump form in his throat. In the privacy of the elevator he let himself take a shaky breath before shaking himself. He really did not want to show up to your door already crying when he is trying to prevent crying at all costs.

Things just seemed to be falling down around him and he hadn’t a cue as to how to stop it. It started with Uraraka turning him down after he confessed his feelings for her and now it is culminating with him losing you forever. It seemed the two events happened within the same time frame of each other. That following day you up and vanished from his life without so much as a warning as to why.

Just having to recall those days of sitting at the table staring at your empty seat made him so uncomfortable. He almost felt like he was missing a part of himself without you at his side. That first week had been hell for him and after your first run in he didn’t even begin to know how horrible it must have been for you.

The elevator doors slid open and Midoriya shook himself needing his full attention for what was to come. He was going to talk to you, he was going to make things right again. Even if you didn’t want to see or talk to him anymore. He at least wanted to hear it from your own mouth before he gave up.

The last thing he wanted to do was make you cry again. So in preparation he had been rehearsing what to say since that morning when you ran from him. He was determined to make things right between the two of you. Even if it was gonna break his heart. Anything to make you happy again.

Your dorm room door now stood before him it being the only thing between him and what could possibly the hardest news of his short life. As he knocked on your door, he felt his body go stiff in sudden apprehension. While his plan in theory worked out great. In reality all of his practice went out the door as he stood there practically shaking. His shirt felt too tight and his hoodie was too hot. His heart was racing as he heard the door unlock and slowly open. You stood before him in fluffy bed pants and an oversized t-shirt clearly having just gotten out of bed despite it being half past noon.

“H-Hey [y/n]. I-I wanted to bring back your books.” Midoriya stuttered noting how you immediately tensed in his presence.

You nodded slowly, reaching out to take your items from his arms. He didn’t resist as you took your things beginning to back away into the safety of your dorm. Suddenly remembering the real reason to why he was there, Midoriya stepped forward into the doorway blocking you from shutting it.

“I’m sorry [y/n] but can we please talk...” Midoriya said all shakiness gone from his voice instead it was replaced with a deep sadness you had never heard come from him. In all your time of knowing him you had never once heard him this depressed. He studied your eyes as you stared back into his green ones almost unsure as to what to say.

Your grip on the door handle tightened as you felt a wave of indecisiveness descend upon you. Were you even entirely ready for this conversation? It felt like it had been ages since that morning when you walked in on him and Uraraka. Yet it still hurt like it had been mere moments ago. You knew you would never be able to go on if you didn’t do something about it. You studied Midoriya’s face looking for some kind of sign as to what he was feeling. Something you could use to steady your own shaking emotions. Your gaze lingered on each of his freckles before you finally relented.

“Come in.” You mumbled your voice coming out as a meek whisper as you stepped aside and allowed him in.

He nodded with a small ‘thank you’ as he stepped inside, slowly looking around before taking a seat at your desk. Shutting the door behind you, you made sure to leave it unlocked in case your worst fear came true and you needed a friend to bail you out at the last minute. Your heart already felt as if it were about to burst from your chest and escape. Even as you sat down on your bed, tucking your legs under you as you did so, the unease wouldn’t leave you. In an attempt to gather some form of comfort you pulled your blankets towards you laying them over your lap.

A moment of silence passed between the two of you as you both looked around your room. This was not the first time Midoriya had been here with you, though it was the first time in quite some time. His gaze went from your desk which held a variety of figurines and office supplies to your bed which was covered in a tapestry of colors from your many, many blankets.

Finally Midoriya took the initiative taking a deep breath steadying himself before turning to face you fully eyes looking deep into yours as he began.

“[y/n]... What did I do?” Midoriya asked softly, knowing he was starting out strong.

“You didn’t do anything. I just needed some space.” You responded knowing this was not the whole truth. You were still warming up to this whole idea of talking things out. Midoriya clearly knew this as well as he fixed you with a concerned look making you flinch from his gaze. He scooted closer to you.

“Would you mind telling me why you needed space then?” His voice was soft and comforting. Even though you weren’t looking at him you knew he was staring at you with that worried look of his. You couldn’t help but cringe. While he looked to you with concern all you could see was his lips pressed to Uraraka’s cheek. Shaking yourself you forced yourself to fixate on the spot where the walls met the floor hoping it would keep your emotions at bay. Midoriya again moved closer to you.

“I was just going through some stuff emotionally and what not...” You said honestly. You didn’t want to go into detail the embarrassment would haunt you much longer than the heartbreak could ever you were sure of this.

Midoriya could see how you tense your shoulders, refused to look at him. It seemed that every time he got even remotely close to finding out what was wrong, you would shut him out raising every defense you had.

He was there in the same room as you yet he felt a million miles away. He could feel his emotions starting to get the best of him as the last few days events came to him. He could feel the tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.

“[y/n] Please…” He whispered out his hands hovering in the space between you. He didn’t want to touch you if you didn’t want him to but he so desperately wanted to pull you into his arms and hold you close to him.

It killed him knowing he was the reason you were no longer your former happy self. Though what really hurt him was the fact that he didn’t have a damn clue as to what had caused this. He didn’t even try to hold back his tears as you turned to look at him in surprise as he openly cried to you.

“Whatever the reason may be. I promise to try to understand. I miss you so, so much. I know I never said it but you mean so much to me.” Midoriya confessed moving so he was now fully in front of you. His hands held out before him and offered to you trembled ever so slightly.

“I love you...” Midoriya finally said voice cracking as he choked back a sob his hair falling forward to cover his eyes.

You felt your world tilt at his words. You didn’t know what to say at first. So you took his hands into your own squeezing them reassuringly in your grip as you thought to yourself. You had never been good at handling your emotions so having to suddenly be the level headed person was a turn you hadn’t been expecting.

“I-I…” You had to pause to take a breath before continuing. The way he was watching with his eyes so heavy with emotion it made your chest ache. “Midoriya, I was so madly in love with you when we first met.” At your words Midoriya’s eyes widened in surprise then settled as suddenly things seemed to make so much sense to him.

“ I had never loved anyone before you, not truly at least. I was so happy to finally have someone to love that I let it wrap me up in my own little world.” You admitted with a small laugh as you thought back to all the times you did something goofy in an attempt to make him smile or gain his attention.

“ I was so caught up in it all that I was absolutely blind sided when I saw you with Uraraka. It destroyed me. Since you were my first crush I had never been through a heartbreak before. Finding out in such a way that you didn’t like me back. It was a new kind of pain that I just wasn’t prepared for…” You admitted feeling as though all the weight that had once been on your shoulders had suddenly been lifted. You blinked slightly surprised as you felt warm tears rolling down your cheeks. You hadn’t even noticed you had started crying.

Midoriya didn’t say anything as he brushed the tears from your eyes watching you with his own watery gaze.

“I’m sorry but I just couldn’t bring myself to face you. It just hurt too much. It still hurts.” You explained as Midoriya’s hands returned to your lap where he interlaced his fingers with yours giving you a comforting squeeze.

“I know it was selfish of me to avoid you all. I just wanted the hurting to stop. So I did what I thought was best for me at the time.” You continued feeling yourself getting a bit breathless.

“You may think I’m terrible for doing that but-but…” You couldn’t bring yourself to keep talking as you felt the urge to cry become too strong. If you kept going you would end up a bawling mess. The tightness in your throat and the pressure on your chest tell tale signs of what was to come. You honestly really hated crying, though lately it felt like it had been your only relief.

You didn’t notice that Midoriya had risen from his seat until he had joined you on the bed. He carefully wrapped his arms around you, pulling you to his chest as he hugged you tightly against him.

“I’m so sorry [y/n]. I’m so sorry I was too dense to notice your feelings. I may not have been able to say it then but I do truly care about you. So, so much. Every time I made you cry I thought I was going to lose you forever and it broke me.” Midoriya paused taking a hard breath as he pressed his cheek against the top of your head as he hugged you even closer to him for a moment. He never wanted to let you go.

“I can’t see my life without you in it anymore.” Midoriya confessed speaking into the top of your head “I would do anything to try and make it up to you. All the pain I caused you all the suffering...”

You sniffled wiping at your eyes as you just revealed in his embrace for a moment longer.

“What about Uraraka?” You finally asked dreading the answer. You were so afraid he was about to undo everything he had just said to you.

“I may have convinced myself I liked her at one time but… Now I know it wasn’t real. Your who I love [y/n]. I know it took me too long to realize it but when I say it I am being honest.” Midoriya explained hoping he got his point across. At the time he had spoken to Uraraka he had convinced himself that he cared about her. Though the pain of you leaving vastly outweighed whatever he had felt from her.

The two of your sat there a moment. Simply enjoying being in one another's arms as you seemed to ponder what each of you had said. Your head was practically swimming. Hearing all the things you have been wanting to hear all this time, having his arms around you, having him hold you so tightly against him. It was almost too good to be true.

Though despite having everything you had wanted for since the start of your highschool career. Something deep in your chest suddenly ached. Your eyes snap open as you remember your conversation from early this morning. You had still been half asleep when you read them so Bakugo’s words had faded to the back of your mind at the sudden appearance of Midoriya.

You felt a cold sweat creep up your limbs as you realized you would have to choose. The two hated each other there would be no way to exist in both Midorya’s world and Bakugo’s. So lost in your own thoughts and mild panic you almost jumped out of Midoriya’s arms when he moved.

“[y/n] I know I should’ve asked you this long ago but, will you go out with me?” He said suddenly making your heart stutter. You hesitated to answer him. Did you want to go out with Midoriya? How were you supposed to choose between the two in all honesty?

“I-I’m gonna have to think on that Midoriya. I don’t think I’m emotionally ready yet.” You finally answered smiling at him sweetly as you slowly sat up out of his arms.

He nodded happily smiling brightly as he squeezed your hands reassuringly.

“It’s okay take all the time you need [y/n]! I promise I will be waiting for you when your ready.” He said assuredly thought when he opened his mouth to speak again a loud buzzing startled the both of you. You watched in surprise as he pulled his phone out of his pocket it buzzed loudly in his hand. His face immediately flushed upon seeing who the caller was.

“I-I’m sorry my mother is calling.” He admitted rubbing at the back of his neck in mild embarrassment.

“Oh it’s alright you go ahead. I can catch up with you later.” He gave you a thankful look before giving you a final hug and rushing out the door hurriedly answering his phone before closing the door behind him.

Once you were sure he was gone you flopped face down into your bed burying your face into your pillow before you let out a scream you didn’t know you were holding in.

You didn’t even want to think of what you were going to do now…

A/N: Howdy! Thanks for all the feed back on the last part but now is the real time to cast your votes for who yall want especially now that Midoriya has been able to have his time in the lime light.

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A/N**: Also sorry for any errors as of right now its 1 am and I cant bring myself to edit this after having already re written it like three times lmao

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murkycran · 4 years

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Rainboots

Summary: "First, there was never any proof that was even me, and secondly, I have a hatchback, Virgil, obviously any hypothetical opossums in cages would be stored in the back rather than on my leather seats."

"I was literally sitting beside you when Remus asked you to help and you said yes-" --- It's pouring when they leave the movies, Remus does his best to get them all banned from the theatre, Virgil's ride canceled on him, and only three of them are wearing rain boots.

Rating: Teen

Relationships: Gen

Tags: Friendship, Teenagers, Alternate Universe - Human, Fluff, Remus' brand of humor, Anxiety, Angst, very small angst where Virgil is having negative thoughts, But Nothing Too Bad

Words: 3410

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As the end credits rolled and the lights of the theater brightened to allow guests to leave, the sudden lack of theatrical music revealed another sound.

"Is that rain?" Virgil asked, leaning forward in his seat to look at the others.

Remus was already out of his seat and hurriedly making his way...up? the theatre steps, rather than heading for the exit. Roman didn't appear to be paying attention at all, seemingly trying to reach down the back of his shirt for something while Logan checked his phone for missed notifications. Janus gave Virgil a dry look. "No, that's not rain at all. It totally sounded like that before the movie started."

As if punctuating his words, a rumble of thunder shook the building.

Patton hopped to his feet and dug around in his drawstring bag for a bit before emerging with a collapsible, lime-green umbrella clasped in his hand. "I hope everyone came prepared! I wouldn't want the weather to dampen the mood!"

Virgil completely missed the pun, because he, in fact, did not come prepared and was already dreading getting his clothes soaked. Janus at least remarked, "I'm not sharing my umbrella."

"Nor am I," Logan agreed, standing up as he put his phone away. "I told everyone in the group text earlier today to bring adequate rain gear, so no one is going to be able to use the excuse that they 'didn't know'."

Virgil sighed as he stood with the others and they began shimmying down the aisle towards the stairs. "Yeah, well, I kinda ducked out of the group text after Remus started threatening spoilers for the movie."

Speaking of. "HEY! Hey, guys, look!"

Virgil already felt a wave of mortification sweeping over him as not only their group but everyone else still in the theatre turned towards the projection booth at the top of the stairs. Remus was using his hands to make shadow puppets of dicks in front of the light coming from the projector.

"Oh my god," Virgil choked out, suddenly wishing the ground would swallow him up. Janus and Logan both wore unimpressed looks as Patton chuckled nervously and called back up to Remus. "Hey kiddo, maybe come back down? We don't want the movie theatre employees to ban you again."

"Patton, stop acting like we know him!" Virgil hissed. "Everyone's looking at us!"

"Normally I'd relish the attention," Roman spoke up as he finally stood, still shifting his shirt and jacket in an odd fashion, "but I have to agree with the Dark Knight on this one, padre. I'd rather we all not get banned because of my brother."

"Glad to see the everlasting, unbreakable bond of blood between brothers is still as strong as ever," Janus said.

Logan pushed his glasses up on his nose, raising an eyebrow at the tamer twin. "Roman, what are you doing?"

Roman's reply was cut off as Remus made a mad, cackling dash back down the stairs through the last of the people leaving the theatre as employees appeared from behind the projection booth door.

"We should leave quickly," Logan said. He was checking his phone again. "I'm getting flash flood warnings for our area."

Virgil groaned. "As if Remy's driving wasn't bad enough."

They all shared a wince. No one carpooled with Virgil twice after riding with Remy in the driver seat.

The remaining five - since Remus was no longer in sight - began making their way down the stairs. Roman lagged behind after every few steps, still tugging at his shirt behind his back. After reaching the bottom and glancing back to see the twin still struggling on the stairs halfway up, Patton finally asked, "Do you need help, bud?"

Roman huffed frustratedly. "Remus kept putting candy down the back of my shirt during the movie. I got the Twizzlers out, but I'm pretty sure he also dropped some Reese's Pieces down my collar. I think they're stuck to my back from sitting between me and the seat cushion."

"Oh, so that's what he was doing," Janus said. "I was wondering why he was moving around so much."

"Aw, what a waste of candy," Patton pouted.

"Dude, just go in the bathroom and take your shirt off to check," Virgil said.

"Yes, please do that," Janus agreed, eyeing Roman warily all of a sudden. "If you're going to be riding in my car there will be no melted candy left behind in the seats."

Roman sighed but finally stopped pulling at his shirt and jacket to follow them the rest of the way out. As they neared the bathrooms, Logan asked, "Why didn't you just stop him from doing it?"

The twin scoffed. "Uh, have you met my brother? It's Remus, you can't tell him to do anything, and it would've been exactly what he wanted: me making a scene in a dark theater. Besides, I got some revenge by shoving SourPatch Kids down his shirt, too." The last bit was said with a bit of pride.

Janus groaned dramatically as Roman left them outside the bathrooms. "Great, two people littering candy in my car." He sighed as he made his way to the benches against the wall opposite of the bathrooms and sat down, pulling his yellow, faux snake skin-patterned backpack into his lap and opening it.

Patton took a seat beside Janus and Virgil sat on Patton's other side, slouching down with his hands shoved in his pockets. Virgil said, "I know for a fact that you helped Remus smuggle possums into the guys gym at school two months ago using your car to back up to the back entrance. Yet you're worried about a few pieces of candy?"

Janus rolled his eyes as he pulled off his left shoe. "First, there was never any proof that was even me, and secondly, I have a hatchback, Virgil, obviously any hypothetical opossums in cages would be stored in the back rather than on my leather seats."

"I was literally sitting beside you when Remus asked you to help and you said yes-" Virgil started to argue, but Patton cut him off quickly, desperate to avoid the argument that was sure to start. "Janus, you brought rainboots, too?"

The teen in question had pulled two shiny yellow rainboots out of his backpack and already had one on. "Of course I did. My regular shoes are too nice to get wet. Plus, these keep water from getting on the cuff of my pants."

Logan was looking at the garishly yellow backpack somewhat dubiously. "How did you even fit those in there? You snuck in all the drinks in that bag."

"Please, I'm a very efficient packer. Carrying five bottles of soda in just because you all are too cheap to buy from the concession here was child's play, even with my boots."

"I wore my boots, too!" Patton excitedly stuck his feet out, proudly showing off his cat-patterned rainboots. "Why didn't you wear yours in? They're so cute!"

"What if it hadn't rained?" Janus asked as he packed away the shoes he'd originally been wearing, now sporting his yellow rainboots. "I would've looked like a fool."

Logan said, "There was a ninety percent chance of rain."

"Still didn't want to risk it."

"Risk what?" Roman interrupted, finally leaving the bathroom.

Virgil stood up, looking at his phone. "Janus ruining his hypothetical reputation."

The hoodie-clad teen missed the impressive glare Janus shot his way. "Excuse you-"

"Guys, where's Remus?" Roman once again interrupted (to the relief of Patton and Logan).

"I think he's outside," Logan said, pulling out his collapsible, navy blue umbrella. "He's probably waiting on us."

He was right. Sort of. Outside the rain was pouring down hard enough that a mist was being swept under the overhang of the theatre by the wind. The parking lot was visibly flooded with only a few cars left in sight. They found Remus using a sharpie to draw on one of the encased movie posters placed outside the building. "You guys are slower than corpses. I've already drawn on Shia LaBeouf's movie poster over there and remade it into a masterpiece. Want to see?"

Everyone was thankfully saved from answering by Virgil's strangled noise of frustration. "Guys, I have a problem."

As Patton held a hand out for the sharpie (which Remus turned over with only a slight pout), he asked, "What's wrong, kiddo?"

"Remy just said he can't pick me up. He thinks the tread on his tires wouldn't stand up against this much rain and he's worried we'd hydroplane."

Well, what Remy actually said was this:

Sleepy bastard: hey V, sorry but I can't pick u up tonite. it's raining 2 hard *sad face emoji*

Virgil: seriously? how am I supposed to get home?

Sleepy bastard: gee, idk, ask ur friends? call an uber? hey, I'll even pay for it bc this is kinda my fault

Virgil: what

Sleepy bastard: I keep forgetting 2 go get new tires and I'm afraid the tread wouldn't get any good traction with it raining this bad. can you imagine getting out in this like that, with MY driving? *horrified face emoji* one of ur friends is some rich kid, right? i bet he can afford tires, probably the BEST tires *several dollar sign emojis*

Virgil: oh my god

Virgil: youre my cousin and youre literally leaving me out in the cold

Sleepy bastard: gee, babe, it's almost like that driver's test u refuse 2 take might actually be worth taking now, huh?

Sleepy bastard: ok srry that was a low blow. but rlly i think u should try 2 get a ride with ur friend. not kidding about my tires being shit. college is sucking my bank account dry and i don't want 2 add a car repair bill, or worse, a hospital bill

Virgil: ...fine

Sleepy bastard: cool cool, I'll leave the lights on for u. lmk if u decide to spend the night at a friends house instead

Virgil almost would've laughed at that if he wasn't currently wondering how he was going to get home, because spending the night at one of his friends' houses, unexpected and uninvited? Yeah, right, like he'd do that. He needed at least two days' notice in order to psych himself up into talking to anyone else's parents, let alone inviting himself to their house unexpectedly.

Thankfully, he didn't have any reservations about asking his friends for a ride. "I need a ride. Can I go with one of you guys?"

The rest of the group shared a glance. Janus spoke up. "Well, technically I was driving everyone home... Roman and Remus were dropped off and Logan rode with me here from school since we had a debate team meeting after school. Patton had a GSA club meeting after school so he rode with me, too. My car only holds five people."

Virgil felt the first stirrings of panic winding up in his chest - he's such an inconvenience, if only he could make himself take the stupid driving test without freezing up - only for the fear to die as Remus suddenly scoffed. "Of course you can fit more than five people in that fancy car of yours, Dee, you're just not trying hard enough."

"Remus, you're not riding on the roof of the car again. We saw what happened last time," Logan said in a somewhat exasperated tone.

Patton paled. "Again?"

Roman waved off the cat-loving teen, unfazed. "Trust me, you didn't miss much. They were going so fast I didn't even get a good video out of it."

Patton made a choking noise, looking increasingly more worried. "Guys-"

Remus giggled, slapping a hand down on Patton's shoulder. "Don't worry, Dad, I was so pumped full of adrenaline I didn't even feel anything when I landed."

"You're going to give him a stroke," Virgil muttered, eyeing the increasingly paler Patton warily.

"The point is..." Remus cut in, "if the back cargo space is good enough for my opossum friends, then it's good enough for me. Problem solved."

"Hypothetical opossum friends," Janus hurriedly corrected. "But sure, we can try it."

"Cool, great, quick question though-" Roman said, staring out at the flooding parking lot. "Why the hell did you park so far away?"

All eyes turned to squint out through the virtual monsoon that was coming down. At the farthest end of the darkened lot sat golden Chevy Bolt, illuminated by the weak beam of a parking lot light pole.

"So people wouldn't park near me and risk scratching my car, obviously," Janus said, completely unbothered by the fact that his car was at least a good fifty yards away. "Unlike some people, I brought an umbrella and appropriate footwear. I can just pull back around and pick you all up so you don't drip in my car."

Completely disregarding his words, Remus suddenly shouted, "First loser to the car gets shotgun!", before taking off headlong into the pouring rain. Not to be outdone by his brother, Roman cursed before running after him, yelling, "NOT FAIR!"

The remaining four watched with varying reactions of dismay, amusement, and confusion.

"...Wouldn't the loser be the last one to the car? And I thought Remus was going to ride in the back...?" Logan asked.

Janus hummed. "He is. I'm pretty sure he just wanted to get wet."

Virgil once again regretted his life choices, looking down at his worn-out converses and tattered jeans. "This is gonna suck so bad. I'm going to be soaked the second I step out there."

"I don't know," Patton said with a smile, still watching Remus and Roman chase each other in the rain. "It looks kinda fun to me."

"Oh, please," Janus started, shooting a wide-eyed look at Patton, "don't tell me you're actually thinking about-"

The glasses-wearing teen shot Janus a bright smile. "Pleeeeease?"

The blonde teen stared hard at Patton, trying to resist. After a few moments, Janus finally crumbled with a put-out sigh and roll of his mismatched eyes. "Fine, go for it. Seems like everyone is out to ruin my car's interior tonight, you might as well join in."

With a gasp of delight, Patton leaped forward and put his arms around the shorter teen, exclaiming, "Thanks, Janus!"

Looking a bit like an indignant cat that didn't want to be held, Janus awkwardly patted his back. "Sure. Whatever."

Virgil was snickering to himself at the look on Janus' face, only to be startled out of it by Patton shoving his collapsible umbrella into his hands. "Here, Virge, you can have my umbrella since I won't be using it now!"

Then the cat-loving teen was laughing as he dashed out into the rain, ignoring Logan's call of, "Be careful!"

The last three friends watched as the others gleefully ran about the parking lot. Roman reached the car before his brother, but Remus just jumped on his twins' back and held on, making Roman shriek indignantly and stagger as he tried to adjust to the new weight. Patton was finding the deepest puddles of the parking lot and jumping in each one with giant splashes, his laughter echoing across the parking lot even in the rain.

Janus sighed once again and pulled out his umbrella. "Well, I suppose it was about time I had my car detailed anyways."

As Logan opened his own navy umbrella, he said, "I suggest we walk at a slower pace than the others to the car. Not only could we slip if we ran, but running in the rain causes you to get even wetter than if you walk because more droplets are hitting you as you increase speed."

Virgil hummed, taking note for the next time he had to go between classes when it was raining and opened the bright green umbrella Patton had lent to him. It popped open to reveal two eyes and a mouth resembling a frog's face on the green fabric. Cute, he thought to himself (but didn't dare say out loud; he had an aesthetic to maintain). Mumbling, he shot a "thanksforlettingmeridewithyou" in Janus' direction.

The blonde teen's mismatched eyes lit up and he grinned. "What was that, Virgil? I don't think I heard you. Speak up a little bit."

The hoodie-clad teen huffed. "You heard me, I'm not saying it again."

"Hm, rude."

All three of them stepped out into the downpour and began making their way through the flooded areas of the parking lot. Virgil's shoes were soaked in virtually seconds, but at least his hair and eyeshadow was dry. Patton had nearly made it to the car at this point as Remus chased Roman around the vehicle, going in circles while shouting at each other.

Janus twirled the keys in his hand but made no move to unlock the doors until he was standing at the driver's side door. Patton moved to get in the door behind the driver's seat. He was soaked to the bone and grinning as Virgil came to stand next to him and shared the umbrella with him (even though it wouldn't do much good at that point). Roman, thinking Janus was about to unlock the door, stopped running to stand and wait at the passenger seat door. "HA! I call shotgun."

Stopping turned out to be a mistake. Remus, still thoroughly engrossed in the chase, tackled his brother right into the wet asphalt with a triumphant cry. Logan deftly stepped in to take Roman's former spot and it was only then that Janus unlocked the car.

Everyone sans Roman and Remus quickly piled into the luxury hatchback that no high schooler had any right to be driving. As Janus cranked up the heat to full blast, a soaking wet Roman swung open the door to the backseat and dove into the last open spot behind Logan, grumbling. "Seriously, Remus, why? You just succeeded in getting us both completely wet. This jacket is probably ruined now, thanks to you."

Remus, who was already crawling into the cargo space behind the back seats via the back hatch, blew a raspberry. "Just get it dry-cleaned, you baby. Besides, some of us like getting wet, if you know what I mean." The comment was collectively ignored.

"I can already tell there's going to be scuff marks from the pavement," Roman said as he examined the fabric. "I hope those Sour Patch Kids I put down your shirt melted to your clothes when you got us both wet."

"Oh, I already ate those."

There were more than a few disgusted faces in the car at that particular statement. Roman looked horrified. "That's so disgusting- How are we even related?"

A question everyone had heard numerous times...

"The car isn't moving till everyone is wearing their seatbelt," Janus stated, sternly eyeing the backseat passengers in the rearview mirror. He and Logan were both already buckled.

Virgil scooted over a bit for Patton, who had taken the middle seat between Virgil and Roman, to reach his buckle. "But Remus doesn't have a seatbelt."

"Remus doesn't count," Janus said.

"Yeah, emo," Remus leaned forward to poke Virgil in the neck. "God herself couldn't kill me."

Virgil gave a full-body shudder at the poke - Remus' fingers were freezing - and leaned forward to get away from the offending hand. "I swear to god, Rem, if you keep that up-"

Patton paused in trying to wipe away at the water obscuring his glasses and turned in his seat, squinting. "Now kiddos, play nice-"

Roman snorted. "I don't think my brother even knows how to 'play nice'."

Remus jabbed freezing fingers into Roman's unprotected neck in gleeful retaliation.

Tuning out the less mature back seat passengers and setting the windshield wipers at full blast, Janus shifted into drive and began to slowly pull out of the nearly empty parking lot. Logan studied him out of the corner of his eye for a few moments before saying, "I would think you'd be more upset at the amount of water we tracked into your car, Remus and Roman especially."

Janus shot Logan a mischievous grin as he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. "Oh, I'm sure I'll find a way to collect on this favor with each of you at a later date."

"Of course you would," Logan sighed, already dreading the implications.

The blonde teen simply snickered, finally pulling out onto the road to begin the ordeal of dropping everyone off at their respective homes.

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vernonfielding · 5 years

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Life Writes Its Own Stories

Chapter 7 (AO3!)

AN: The next update won't be for another week. I'm going to be off in the wilderness for a few days with no access to internet. Assuming I don't fall off a cliff, Chapter 8 should be up next Sunday.

Jake found out the story had published when he was woken up far too early on Sunday by an explosion of text messages. There were a dozen from Gina alone, mostly demanding to know why he had gone on the record with Amy when Gina was his lifelong best friend, damnit. There were two texts from Rosa; the first read “what the hell, Jake” and the second “WHAT THE HELL.” The Vulture had also texted but Jake didn’t bother opening that one.

There was nothing from Amy.

Jake let that particular gut-punch sink in. He hadn’t heard from her since he’d lost his damned mind and kissed her, and he thought it was possible he’d never hear from her again.

When his phone dinged again, he picked it up to find another text from Gina (“srsly man wtf”) and wrote back with a shrug emoji and a heart-kiss emoji and three fruit emojis. He ignored the Vulture. He took a deep breath and called Rosa.

“What the hell, man?”

“On a scale from no-one-reads-the-Bulletin-anyway to maybe-the-FBI-is-hiring, how much trouble do you think I’m in?” Jake said.

“A lot.”

Jake pressed his hand to his eyes and groaned.

On the other end of the line he could hear Rosa rustling around, doing god knew whatever she did on her weekends, but she didn’t speak for a long time and the silence was unnerving. Finally, she said, “Did you know?”

“About the story? Or about my name being in it?” Jake said.

“Either. Both.”

“Yes.”

More dead air, and then Rosa said, “You’re a moron, you know that.”

“Yep.”.

Rosa sighed, said, “I’ll see you tomorrow, dummy,” and ended the call.

Jake stared at the dark screen for a while, then he stuffed the phone under his pillow, rolled over, pulled his blanket up over his head and went back to sleep.

+++

The professional fallout wasn’t as bad as he expected. The Vulture was furious, of course. When Jake finally called him Pembroke screamed for a while and told him his pasty white ass would be glued to his desk chair for the foreseeable future but he didn’t actually make any formal threats. The Vulture did demand to know why Amy had contacted Jake of all possible detectives in the NYPD – something that Jake realized he should have anticipated and prepared an answer for – and he panicked and said Gina must have offered him up. That set off a whole new round of yelling about Jake having friends in the media, but he mostly zoned out on that part.

Around noon, Scully called to tell Jake that officially, the brass did not approve of him talking to a reporter without permission. But unofficially, they were pleased that Jake’s quote gave the NYPD some protection from a story that was destroying the corrections department.

“You didn’t hear it from me,” Scully said, “but you got us more positive press with that quote than I have all year.”

Scully giggled then and asked if Jake wanted to join him for chicken wings.

+++

The personal fallout was far worse.

Jake had been swinging widely between shame and confusion in the immediate aftermath of being soundly rejected by Amy. He couldn’t figure out how he’d misread the situation so badly, to have thought that she might be interested.

But he realized after the story came out that the mood swings were really just denial, because as soon as he saw her name in cold, black print on top of her article, a depression washed over him. The sadness came in waves, at times so dense he felt like he couldn’t breathe, and others like a gray mist that muted the world around him. He stayed in bed for most of the day and only left the apartment to pad down to the corner bodega – in pajama pants and a T-shirt and slippers – so he could buy an actual copy of the Bulletin and further torture himself.

He couldn’t decide if it made things better or so much worse that he hadn’t even noticed that he was falling for Amy. The past few weeks, as he’d felt them becoming close, he’d been intrigued and bemused by the friendship developing between them. He’d certainly noticed that Amy was beautiful, and that she was smart and funny and kind. But it was only standing with her in front of her apartment, her eyes reflecting the light of the streetlamp, the stress and the excitement about her story practically making her glow from within, that he’d realized he wanted to kiss her.

Or maybe his feelings had started to boil over a little before that, when he was walking her home in the dark and the idea had come to him, out of nowhere, that he wanted to hold her hand. Or maybe it had started at the diner, when Amy had said she liked typing his name and Jake hadn’t actually thought she was a big nerd – he’d thought about her fingers tapping out the letters of his name, and he’d felt chills on the back of his neck.

Or maybe it had been a dozen times before that one night, moments like droplets collecting over the past several weeks until he was drowning in them.

Jake wondered if he should call Amy – ask her to reconsider, or even to explain to him how this could have happened. She was smart. She would probably have some ideas. But then he remembered the guilt and the horror on her face at having committed an ethical crime, and he knew he couldn’t call. Her moral code was something he’d admired in her from the first time he’d read a story of hers, when he’d given her the tip about the cop who killed his ex-girlfriend. He wasn’t going to be the one to compromise that, not any more than he already had. And even if he did call, nothing could happen between them, not anymore. He would never ask her to put her professional ethics aside for him. Not for some cop.

He still hoped she might call or text. Just to let him know.

+++

It was getting close to midnight and he was already back in bed with the lights out when he couldn’t take it anymore and wrote a text. It said: “Congrats.” He added an explosion emoji, deleted the emoji, then hit send.

He was sliding the phone under his pillow when it vibrated in his hand.

The text from Eldora Senegal said: “Can we meet?”

+++

Jake sat on a swing in the playground, wishing he hadn’t forgotten his jacket before ducking out to meet her. He was sure the only reason he’d gotten there first was because he lived nearby, but he still couldn’t help the nerves in his stomach – the worry that she was going to text him any minute to say she’d changed her mind. Or maybe she just wouldn’t show up.

He wasn’t sure what he was expecting from her. He just knew he wanted to see her.

He kicked his feet in the sand, pushing himself back a few inches, and buried his hands in the pockets of his hoodie. The swing seat was damp and the chill of it was soaking into his jeans, making him shiver. He startled when he caught movement in his peripheral vision, and planted his feet to stop the swing. Amy stood at the edge of sand, almost entirely in shadow, but he knew her profile, recognized the curve of her cheek. She walked over silently and sat in the swing beside his.

They drifted a little in their swings, not talking. Then Amy said, not much louder than a whisper, “Did you get in any trouble?”

“Not really,” Jake said, eyes on the ground. “The Vulture yelled a bunch, but that’s kind of his thing. Honestly? I think you made a lot of people in the NYPD pretty happy today.”

“But not you.”

“No,” Jake said, carefully. “Proud. Impressed. But no, not happy.”

Amy dug the toes of her shoes into the sand, rocking on her swing. He felt bad telling her the truth, but he would have felt worse if he’d lied.

“Today was amazing,” Amy said, after a few minutes of silence. Jake glanced at her, but she was staring at her feet, and her voice hadn’t actually reflected her words. “All of these politicians were on Twitter condemning the corrections department. The mayor himself said he’s going to open an investigation. The New York Times actually had a story online today quoting my article. And tomorrow I’m going on NPR to talk about it. The Brian Lehrer Show, Jake!”

She took a deep breath, and when she glanced up, Jake could see that her eyes were too bright. “A bunch of my coworkers took me out tonight to celebrate, and even Holt came out with us, and I was so proud of myself. But all I could think about was how much it sucked that I couldn’t talk to you.”

Jake felt dizzy with uncertainty and relief and longing, and a dozen other emotions he couldn’t pin down. He opened his mouth but had no idea what to say.

Amy said, “So from there I sort of spiraled and just kept thinking, what if I never talk to you again, or never see you again? And I know that’s dumb because I’d probably see you around even if I was trying to avoid you, but what if you didn’t ever want to see me, because of- what happened. I would hate that. I don’t want that.”

“Amy, if you want to be friends-”

“No,” Amy said. “I don’t want that.”

“Then-” Jake stopped, swallowing his words, suddenly afraid of the hope swelling in his chest.

But Amy was getting up from her swing, and she stood in front of him, so his knees bumped against her legs. She grabbed the chains of his swing in her fists and held him steady. He looked up at her face, his heart hammering, his palms sweaty.

“I like you, Jake,” Amy said. “And I don’t want you to be my source, and I don’t want us to be professional or- transactional. I just want you.”

She pulled his swing toward her and dipped her head down to his and kissed him. There was no doubt in her kiss, no hesitation, and he kissed her back fiercely, planting his hands on her hips to hold her closer. She moved her hands to cup his face and her fingers were freezing from holding the cold chains, and the feeling against his flushed cheeks was electric. He groaned into her mouth and she kissed him harder, tongue diving between his lips. She kissed like she couldn’t get enough, like she needed something from him, something only he had.

But eventually they did slow down, kisses evolving into nips and tastes. By then they were both shivering from the cold. Jake kissed her closed mouth and pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, and she smiled coyly at him. She stood over him, her cheeks pink and her lips swollen, her hair falling out of its ponytail in wisps all around her face, and she was breathtaking.

He kissed her again, felt her lips curl into another smile against his, then stood up and wrapped his arms around her, tucking her in close.

“What do we do now?” he said, pressing his face into her hair.

“Your place?” Amy said. “It’s closer.”

Jake laughed and squeezed her tight, then stepped back and took her hand, and led her across the sand and out of the park. It had to be getting close to 1 a.m., and they both had work in the morning, and apparently Amy had an important radio thing, but he couldn’t imagine sleeping any time soon – not when she was here with him, when she’d come back to him, and there was so much to talk about and he just wanted to make out with her all night.

He was the one spiraling now, in the best way. The relief and euphoria were almost overwhelming. He let go of her hand and looped his arm around her shoulders instead, drawing her into his side, and she slipped an arm around his waist.

“Are you sure about this?” he said, after they’d walked a bit in silence. He wasn’t sure what he meant by ‘this’ – the kissing and holding, or that they were going back to his apartment possibly to have sex, or that they were maybe dating, if not now sometime very soon.

“Yes,” Amy said, the certainty in her voice reassuring. “I actually did some research.”

“Research on what?” Jake said, smiling at her profile.

“Journalism ethics,” Amy said. “There are a ton of thought pieces on dating sources – which is never appropriate, by the way. But the consensus seems to be that sometimes you can’t help who you fall for, and there are best practices for transitioning from a professional reporter-source relationship to a personal one.”

“Best practices, huh? Sounds romantic,” Jake said. He paused at an intersection and nuzzled her ear.

Amy laughed and pulled her head away. “First, I meant what I said – you can’t be my source anymore.”

“That’s okay, I’ll just find someone else to tell all my secrets to,” Jake said, pulling her along as they started walking again.

Amy slapped his arm. “You will not!” He shot her a look, surprised by the intensity of her response, and she just shrugged. “I know, ‘democracy dies in darkness,’ the Fourth Estate, freedom of speech, whatever – if I don’t get your secrets, no one does.”

“Okay, honestly, your possessive side is pretty hot,” Jake said.

She shot him a smile with a bit of an edge to it, and Jake felt a chill run up his spine. Then she said, “But seriously, no more tips, no more leads, no more quoting you.”

“All right,” Jake said, but he slowed down as they approached his building, and he thought over what her words meant. “Except, this is sounding a lot like my Gina arrangement, and I don’t think I can do that with you. Are you saying I can’t talk about my job at all?”

“No, of course not.” Amy stopped them and turned to face him, wrapping both arms loosely around his shoulders. “You can tell me anything, it’s just all off the record. If you say something that I think is newsworthy then I might ask you if I can pass it on to another reporter, but I won’t ever write about it myself.”

Jake considered that and nodded. “And you think that’ll work?”

“Sure,” Amy said with a grin. “It’s not like most of what you say is very interesting anyway.”

“Hurtful.”

“Interesting as in newsworthy,” Amy said, chuckling. “Like, when you talk about the Vulture – that’s great gossip. And you know I want to hear all about whatever’s going on in the cold war between Rosa and the IT guy.”

“Heidi,” Jake said.

“Right, Heidi from IT who is a man who is either in love with Rosa or wants to murder her with the internet,” Amy said. “See? That’s great stuff. But not anything I’d ever write about. So you keep that coming.”

Jake nodded along, and he thought they could do this – they could be together and maybe both of their careers could survive and neither of them would have to do anything horribly unethical that would be a betrayal to their very soul.

“You’re really sure,” Jake said anyway.

“I am,” Amy said. “Now please, can we go upstairs and get in your bed? It’s stupid cold out here.”

He kissed her, hard and fast on the lips, and grabbed her hand and tugged her inside.

And they had sex, and it was incredible.

CHAPTER 8

#b99 fic #peraltiago #jake and amy au #newspaper au #life writes its own stories

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b-rainlet · 5 years

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Hmmm can I have lunya otp questions

This took very long because I lost it halfway through so I hope you love my Answers anyway (took my like, two hours).

Fun Fact: This is actually 2k.

Which one sexts like a straight white boy?

Not to be repetitive, but….look at Luther…...look at Vanya…...and now tell me who is more likely to channel their inner fuckboy.

Vanya rarely does it though, because what good would come of texting like that? Luther has no idea how to respond in most cases.

Vanya: ‘what would u do if i was there with u rn ;)’

Luther: ‘Probably cuddle with you? I miss you.’

Vanya, already on her way to the mansion, sending a dozen heart emojis: ‘Damnit, Luther.’

(Have I mentioned? Luther is fucking clingy. He’s the kind of guy to be in the middle of a conversation with someone and just randomly go ‘I miss my wife’ before he just. Gets up and leaves).

Sometimes though, Vanya plays around with the fuckboy aesthetic and Luther is into that.

Vanya, in a snapback and a button up, pants hanging low: ‘Hey Babe ;)’

Luther, hands twisted together: ‘Don’t get a boner, don’t get a boner, don’t get a-’

(Vanya notices anyway. Vanya is also kind enough to indulge him, fucking him still completely dressed, pants falling open around her hips and boxer shorts pushed down, murmuring into Luther’s ear how cute he looks split open on her cock like that.

Luther has never come harder in his life).

Which one cried during a fucking disney movie?

Again Luther. I can see Vanya not being as touched by fictional characters because ‘it’s a show/movie’

She doesn’t get how Luther can still cry at the same scenes in disney movies even though most of the time, both of them know that it will all work out in the end, they watched this movie twenty times already.

Much like Ben, I can see Vanya having a hard time controlling her emotions, regulating them like everyone else seems to be able to do. But instead of feeling numb a lot, she just feels everything so much all the time, sometimes she feels like she’s drowning, all this anger and irritation washing over her and making her snappy and overwhelmed.

It’s a bit like a switch. One second she’s fine and the next, she’s full of rage because the toothpaste fell down.

One time, Luther woke up to Vanya crying because she realised pigs don’t have thumbs and just...broke down over that.

Some people see her and call her cold because she doesn’t seem phased by gruesome stuff on tv or tearjerker scenes, she even feels weird around sad people, not sure how to react and mostly uncomfortable (trying not to let their sadness consume her, make her cry too and ending up way too clinical), but her siblings know that she just has a little harder time processing emotions.

It’s also hard for her relationship because there are days where she’s really clingy and whiny, hanging off of Luther and prone to crying over little stuff, or talking herself into a frenzy over how she’s too ugly for Luther - Luther’s like ‘???? Have you seen me?????’ and that probably makes Vanya cry harder.

The next, she cannot stand being touched for too long, everything suffocating, even the air around her. Everything’s too loud.

Those days, she shuts herself in her room and doesn’t let Luther in, barely tolerates him in front of the door, talking to her in hushed whispers, trying to calm her down.

(Vanya probably gets some noise cancelling headphones from Five as a present or something and they actually help some).

Sometimes she wonders. Wonders why Luther keeps up with all of this. Why he doesn’t just settle for someone easier, someone who doesn’t have a screaming fit when she has a bad day and Luther forgets to put the wet towels away after showering. Someone who would never make him doubt how deeply she feels for him by being icy and throwing ugly words at him, skin itching and blood running hot.

Luther only shrugs when she asks him. “I love you.”

And that’s that.

Who put a goddamned fork in the microwave?

With this dynamic I can see Luther at least trying to keep himself in check. Like, ‘Vanya is a grown woman living alone and managing her life, she doesn’t need to feel like she has to baby me because I can’t keep myself from doing weird shit’

And then Vanya tells him - slightly drunk and all blushes and giggles - that she did the fork thing before and Luther has the sudden realization that his wife is just as much of a dumbass as he is

He’s even more in love (but also slightly jealous because he wanted to do the fork thing too).

Those two will also do so much weird shit with Vanya’s powers like, wow.

“Maybe it’s not a good idea to throw around Mum’s good china-” - “Hush Diego, this is important training.” (They use the china like a frisbee, Luther throws it as hard as possible and Vanya tries to stop it before it crashes against the wall. It surprisingly doesn’t break btw. The wall has holes now though, Luther miscalculated his strength a little).

I mean, what do you expect of the guy who rides a bicycle indoors and the girl who tried to evoke her powers by scrunching up her face and making superhero gestures?

Who does the silly hands-over-the-eyes “Guess who” thing?

Both would love to do it, but it just isn’t possible.

Luther absolutely cannot sneak up on Vanya. Under no circumstances. Vanya always hears him from a mile away and as soon as he’s standing in the doorway, she’s already looking in his direction, smiling widely.

It would be frustrating, if Vanya’s happy face wasn’t so adorable

“Do you smile at everyone approaching you like that?” - “Maybe.”

(Vanya doesn’t tell Luther that she only ever smiles wide for him, arms raised for a hug, doesn’t tell him that she’s tuned in on his heartbeat, knows exactly where he is in the house at all times).

Vanya on the other hand could technically surprise Luther but how the fuck is she supposed to reach her tree of a husband? How could she ever cover his eyes with her hands, she can barely reach his neck.

It’s annoying because they wanna be cute together but they still make it work.

Like, when they meet up, when Luther is walking into the living room and Vanya’s sitting on the couch, she just has to lightly touch her cheek, head tilted, and Luther will lean down to give her a kiss.

(How many times you wanna bet did Vanya turn her head last second to make him kiss her lips instead of her cheek? Because the answer is loads).

Also, if Vanya feels playful, she’ll help the process along a little.

Luther is walking towards her and suddenly he will feel a pull, and before he knows it, he’s nose to nose with Vanya, her powers keeping him in place as she smirks and kisses his nose.

I want Vanya to casually flaunt her powers in general and Luther is totally in awe. Vanya pulls Luther’s head down by simply tilting her head, watches as his eyes go dark before pushing him back lightly, just when he’s about to reach out to her.

(They play a little game of tag that’s mostly Luther trying to get Vanya into his arms while Vanya playfully dodges him, meets his outstretched hands with an invisible wall, let’s him work for it, before pulling him into her arms. You know, the usual superhero shenanigans).

Who puts their cold hands/feet on their partner?

Vanya. I said it before and I say it again: Luther has bad circulation. That means he’s pretty much always cold so it would make sense for him to do so but I feel like with him, it’s more like Vanya deliberately takes his hands/cuddling up to him to keep him warm, while Vanya - who rarely ever gets really cold - likes just pushing her hands under Luther’s shirt and onto his stomach, snuggling up to him still in her jacket, just stepping into their little flat and immediately pressing her cold nose between Luther’s shoulder blades. He wears so many layers, when Vanya’s freezing to the bone, even Luther feels warm.

Luther doesn’t complain, doesn’t feel how cold Vanya really is. His perception to temperatures is fucked

(One time he touched a hot plate and didn’t even notice until he saw the angry, red marks left on his hand).

Who had that embarassing Reality TV marathon?

I would like to say neither. Luther can get into Reality TV if his partner is into it and they occasionally end up watching it, but Vanya is very much a book person and if they watch anything trashy, she probably enjoys shitty horror movies (that still make Luther cuddle up to her in fear).

Other than that, Vanya loves really fucked up thrillers. Especially if they're chinese (there’s one where a girl gets killed and a bunch of other girls are so traumatized, they all grow up majorly fucked up).

Those, Vanya watches alone though. Luther tried to watch with her but he got so scared, he couldn’t sleep anymore. For at least a week.

(They had to keep a light on and Luther was fucking embarassed about it but Vanya didn’t complain).

Also, when they do watch horror movies together, they always watch something funny after. Luther is a big fan of romantic comedies. Vanya not so much.

(She thinks it’s cute when Luther gets overly invested though, loves it when he pulls her closer and kisses the top of her head when the couple on screen confesses how much they love each other.

It may make Vanya blush. A lot).

Who laughs more during sex?

Neither laugh that much. I mean, smiling and happy giggling are a given - as I would like to believe in every relationship - but I guess they aren’t as much goofy as they are emotional during sex.

Their sex is always intense because it’s always about crazy amounts of trust those two show each other, trust that had to slowly be rebuild after the apocalypse and it’s not unusual for them to cry, to let their emotions get the best of them, tears falling onto cheeks as both of them whisper love confession in the dark.

Luego is awkward conversations and funny accidents and big fights that end in make out sessions.

Benther is soft kisses and love confessions and the feeling of fingers running through short hair.

Lunya is- Lunya is Love.

Lunya is the warm feeling in your heart, looking in your partner’s eyes and thinking: ‘This. This is how it will be. This is forever.’

WHO IS THE LITTLE SPOON?

They switch. It depends on how they are feeling.

Sometimes Vanya can’t bare the pressure of someone’s arm around her, holding her down, suffocating her.

Sometimes she needs to feel in control, she needs to be able to pull Luther close, have him curl around her, trying to fit into her arms. This is hers, she won’t ever let him go.

Luther is fine in either position. He lives for making Vanya happy, and if you’d ask the little selfish part of himself, he loves how safe he feels in Vanya’s arms. Vanya could keep him safe. Vanya will keep him safe.

(Luther wants to curl up in Vanya’s arms forever).

#lunya #they are not married yet they call each other husband and wife #because they are like that

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neonbluewaves · 5 years

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🖊+ Neon 🐺🌕

(Good thing I asked about those emojis tho, wasn’t sure what you were expecting! Anyways, this turned a bit shippy, but it’s just Neon being the usual tease she is) Some Neon and Chiara Friendship

It’s turned into a game. Chiara loves to go to the forbidden forest and play with Borf.

One night she finds Charlie Weasley and Neon Welkin sneaking in. She doesn’t expect them to go different ways, tho. That’s one surprise. She decides to follow Neon, hiding in the shadows and behind trees, and she finds it weird when she drops something on the floor and pets the air. To be fair it’s quite dark in the forest… Maybe she had befriended some faries? Neon’s sad smile makes Chiara doubt it. She doesn’t say anything when she sees Neon the next day tho. The next time she finds the two Gryffindors sneaking into the forest, she moves to go with Charlie before she feels her feet move on their own towards Neon. This time is less weird, kinda. Neon sits next to a centaur, she hands him a book and takes notes of something on a parchement.

She keeps following Welkin, no matter how many times she tells herself “today I’ll see what Weasley is up to”. She sees them get together once in a while, they sit against a tree, or on top of a rock and they talk, for hours, and laugh out loud, without care. The forest is full of dangers, but apparently they’re not scared, that’s gryffindors to you…Stupidly brave. And she wants to join in on the fun, they seem nice enough to let her, but she fears it’s a bit too late, she feels bad for spying on their own business. Maybe this is just to get away from everyone else and she’d just be interrupting. She doesn’t want that.

It’s about a couple of months later that she regrets not stopping the snooping. Once again she follows Neon, who takes a different route, one she doesn’t know of. It kinda worries Chiara “does she know where she’s going? What if she gets lost? I could help her…. But what do I say? I was passing by? I can’t tell her the truth” Her toughts are interrupted when Neon finally stops. In front of a pond. That’s certainly new. She stops in front of it and takes her shoes off. Then her pants, slowly, and Chiara feels like her face is getting warmer. Then she takes of her shirt and it’s then when she has to turn around and hide. She’s seen too much. Too much!

“Well, are you coming or are you just a voyeur?” Chiara’s eyes open wide. How did she know? Neon’s a normal person, she couldn’t hear her fast heartbeat… could she?

“Chiaraaaaa, I’m talking to you, come out or I’m hexing you all the way back to Hogwarts” Her tone sounds menacing, so Chiara does step from behind the tree, however she can, with her hands covering her eyes.

“I’m sorry” she kinda whispers

“You’ve been following me and Charlie for a while now. Care to explain why?”

“I-well, I saw you once sneak in and I- uh… I don’t know, I couldn’t really talk to you…”

“Why? We don’t bite… well, Charlie doesn’t, at least” Neon laughs and honestly, Chiara wants to be anywhere but there.

“Chiara, do you wanna hang out with Charlie and me from time to time?”

“That’d be very nice… But aren’t you mad?”

“Well, yeah, I was at first, but I talked about it with Charlie and he convinced me to forgive you and invite you to hang with us”

Chiara smiled at that,she knew Charlie was very sweet, but…

“Wait, how long have you known I was following you?”

“hmm? Oh that… well… about a month and a half, more or less”

Chiara swears her face must be as red as a tomato. She feels Neons hands on hers as she uncovers her eyes, and she slowly opens them to find Neon right in front of her, with a smile on her face.

“Come on, I told you I’m not mad, look at me”

“T-thanks but…. YOU’RE STILL NAKED!”

“But I still have my underwear on… Come on, I’m hot and you like what you see”

“Nope, I’m closing my eyes and I’m not opening them until you’re dressed”

“I don’t wanna swim in my clothes tho”

“THEN DON’T SWIM TONIGHT!”

“Hey Neon, you called me voyeur before… what is that?”

“… Just enjoy your butterbeer, there’s no need to explain that now”

#Poor Chiara doesn't know what sort of stupid friendship she got into #don't worry neon won't tease her much more that her other friends #hphm

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