roommate!toji who loves to do your laundry, especially when those pretty panties are ready to be washed.
roommate!toji who takes away your vibrator to hear you complain and whine about it all week. he would prefer if you were doing that on his cock, though.
roommate!toji who stuffs his huge dick into your used, dirty panties when he's feeling lonely, rutting into the gorgeous lace like his life depends on it.
roommate!toji who's hard almost instantly when you bend over, exposing up your thighs as you reach for something on a cabinet too high for you to reach.
roommate!toji who is always trying to take a peek up your skirt, saving the view in his head for later. the mere thought of you gets him all worked up.
roommate!toji who somehow is still perfectly suave when talking to you. like he doesn't steal your panties almost every night to cum.
roommate!toji who is oh so pathetic and committed. he only wants you and it stays that way. he makes sure it does.
roommate!toji who is orgasmically narcoleptic. after he cums he's straight to sleep, often dozing off with your bra clutched in his strong hands.
roommate!toji who buys you chocolates pretty often. anonymously addressed, obviously, but perverts can be sweet as well!
roommate!toji who stays outside your bedroom door for ages, just listening to your pretty moans as you touch yourself, wishing he could be the one moving his fingers in n out of your dripping cunt.
roommate!toji who records all of it, playing it in his headphones each morning. if it was a song, it would definitely be on his wrapped.
roommate!toji who's balls drop to his ass once you find out your vibrator is in his room. you don't seem one bit mad about it, though.
"toji. what is this?" you grab the vibrator out of his drawer, holding it up for him to see. "what the fuck is my vibrator doing in your room of all places?! i've been looking for it for ages!"
he smirks, shaking his head. "you don't seem one bit mad about it, doll. almost like you wanted to find it there." he raises an eyebrow. "in fact, why were you looking in my drawer anyway? just to find that?" he scoffs.
"what kinda sick freak steals his roommate's sex toy? that's not me." he huffs, crossing his arms.
"you're yet to explain what it's doing there." you sigh, running a hand through your hair.
he hesitates for a moment.
"oh, so you really want me to explain? fine, but i warned you."
"see, i've been attracted to you for ages, sweetheart, and i knew you didn't like me back. i've just been doing anything to get closer. everything that reminds me of you, i'm using it. i know, i'm a fucking weirdo for doing shit like that— but it's the first thing my mind went to." he looks down, ashamed.
"i had no idea you felt that way, toji."
roommate!toji who finally gets what he wants, fingers prying your thighs apart. he pulls your panties down, tying the cotton around his wrist.
"lemme just keep these. it reminds me of what i was doing before i had this perfect pussy." he kneels, breathing in the scent of your wetness before diving in, tongue delving through your puffy folds.
his tongue sweeps circles around your clit, kissing and nibbling at the sensitive spot. you whimper, one hand latching to his hair— the other going over your mouth, curling into your flesh.
"just like that, baby. keep making those pretty sounds for me." he says against your clit, closing his eyes while feasting to really savor the exquisite taste.
your hand tightens in his hair, nails scratching scalp. you groan louder as he works faster, pussy clenching around his tongue, practically ready for release.
his arms grip your hips, the wet cotton from your used panties grazing against your skin.
"mmm, fuck!" you cry, hand shaking around your mouth and in his hair, so close to ripping a section of jet black hair out.
he speeds the motions up, seeing (and hearing) that you're getting closer to climax. he marvels in the taste of your sweet cunt, groaning against it. that is the one thing that pushes you over the edge.
frothy, white cum gushes out of your well used holes, spilling out onto his face.
"shit, you're perfect." he mumbles, cleaning the warm cum right off his face.
roommate!toji who is finally happy where he is in life. he's right where he wants to be.
the kitchen is full of laughter, people crowded around the island of katsuki's home, talking about non-sense that gets lost if your not paying attention.
katsuki is standing at the corner, arguing with kirishima and kaminari about something from highschool. one hand rests lightly against your lower back.
you've been quiet for a while. not uncomfortable, just silently reserved. one of your own hands rests against your lower stomach, thumb running circles over the swell of it. it's not obvious yet, only a slightly distinct bump beneath your clothes. but it's there.
your other hand is curled lightly in katsuki's sleeve where he stands. your listening to him speak, smiling faintly when necessary but the overall noise makes your shoulders tense. just slightly. you shift your weight, fingers tightening on his sleeve.
he notices. he always does. but it seems amplified now that you're carrying his baby.
he stops talking, cuts himself off to tilt his head down to you. his glare, to which was directed at the two men in front of him, softens when his eyes meet yours. "you okay?" he grunts out,
you hesitate at first, not wanting to draw attention and actually interrupt him or anyone else. "yeah.. just a little overwhelmed." you hum, feeling a flicker of guilt. his expression changes. not dramatically but enough for you to notice.
".. okay." he nods, turning and moving his hands until one of his interlaced with yours. "let's get outta here for a sec." he mumbles, before guiding you through the house and finding your shared bedroom. he pulls you inside and shuts the door gently behind you.
you exhale, all the noise is dulled and your shoulders relax. "thank you.." you mumble, he clicks his tongue, frowning slightly. "don't thank me for simple stuff." he says. you frown lightly, rocking on your heels.
it's silent, except for the muffled voices from your kitchen. you could faintly make out conversations as you start to zone out slightly. katsuki's voice pulls you out of your head, "you feeling okay? not nauseous or anything?" he asks, keeping his voice soft but you know he's being serious, you know he's concerned. he always seems to be worrying about you recently, you assume it's because of the baby. of course it is.
you nod, letting out a faint hum. "yes, i'm fine. just tired and overwhelmed. s'better now though." you say, soothing his worries. his hand in still holding onto your own, his thumb running circle over the back of your hand.
"you sure? all this isn't too much? cause if it is i'll tell all those extras to leave right now." he huffed, tugging you closer until he could rest his chin on your head. his free hand drifted instinctively to your bump. "yes, i'm sure. nobody needs to leave." you assured, smiling lightly as you glanced down at his hand. you couldn't see his face, but you figured he'd still have that furrowed expression.
"..kay. i believe you." he murmured, tilting his head to press his nose to your hair. "think we can go back now?" he added, fingers caressing the side of your belly through your clothes. "yeah, think so. m'feeling fine." you say, pulling away. one of his hands fall back to his sides as he straightens out, the other stays interlocked with yours. "do you think they noticed we disappeared?" you ask, following him as he guided you out of the door.
it's moments like these that make you think back to how much he's changed. the angry, closed off boy you once knew had done a 180 to a gentle, yet gruff man in the time that you two have been together. "probably. don't really care though, this is about you." he grumbled, all the noise from your old classmates comes back to you as the two of you make your way back.
"everything is about me now, hm?" you mumble to yourself, watching his expression as you do. he doesn't respond but you notice his lips twitch up lightly.
pairing: simon 'ghost' riley x latina!reader
warnings: canon compliant violence. no beta so whatev
a/n: i wrote this for @hahaifolded after we were talking about the lack of good latino representation in the fandom. hope you like it folded 🥺💕
There is something to be said about how easily Simon Riley can be bribed. Off the field, of course. He’d never put his team at risk on the field.
But with his third tamal in hand and the half drunk jarrito next to his elbow, Rudy can see how little it takes to sway him. He doesn’t get to sit with the realization too long before another body steps into the doorway.
“Who brought the ghost?” You lean your shoulder against the doorframe as you survey the stranger that’s sat in the midst of all your family members.
Rudy snorts, the unintentional pun missed on your part, while he shrugs. “You know me, always catching strays.”
Your gaze shoots over to Rudy and you raise an eyebrow, “Stray?” The incredulous tone of your voice is amplified by the once over you give Simon. “Aren’t strays supposed to be scrawny? Hanging on by a thread, pure skin and bone? He seems to be real well fed.”
Rudy shakes his head, laughter carries in his voice, “Well SAS does a pretty good job of keeping their boys working at full throttle.”
You shift, slightly, but enough for your uncle to see the way your body loses some of it’s ease.
“SAS? What are the brits doing on Mexican soil? They never venture this deep into latam.”
He grimaces, one of his hands sliding out of his pocket to rub across the face, “You know I can’t tell you that Mechas.”
You roll your eyes before turning from the party and trudging further into the orange colored kitchen, “And when the hell has that stopped you from telling me about what’s happening.”
“It’s different this time mija. We’re dealing with unprecedented circumstances.”
“Unprecedented?” Your hands grip the edge of the ceramic tile, white and blue cover the kitchen island that separate you and your uncle, “You had no problem telling me about the routes the mareros setup but you have a problem with this?”
“Mechas.”
Whatever Rudy is looking to say next is left unsaid as the pale stranger ducks into your grandmother’s kitchen. Despite the doorframe being a bit too small for him he has no problem standing at full height in the room. The home fitted with raised ceilings to allow for hotter air to rise and helping with the circulation of air during the heat waves.
He looks out of place in the room. In this whole ordeal, really. Family had travelled from all corners of the continent to gather at the matriarchal home, bringing with them the different flavors of Spanish. It made the English speakers scarce, and those who were there were easier to spot, especially with an accent that’s not heard around Las Almas often.
Your eyes narrow, eyebrows drawing together, “What are you doing here?”
Simon’s eyes meet Rudy’s before they’re on you again, “Eating.”
If it’s an attempt at a joke it falls flat, annoying you further.
“If this is what the SAS considers their best I worry for the state of that island.” You scoff and turn around towards the pot holding the warm atole.
You focus on pouring yourself a cup of the warm liquid, missing the look exchanged between the two men. The creases around Rudy’s eyes deepen as his worrisome gaze settles on you.
Simon can’t help the clench he feels in his gut at the sight. He’s thankful there’s no one to worry for him the way you worry for your uncle. He wonders for a split second if Rudy can feel the weight of your worries on the field. A constant weight and anchor pulling him back to this house. To his family.
“Does Yaya know?”
“She doesn’t need to know my every move Mechas.”
Your back is still turned to him but he can still see you shaking your head, “Foreigners mean trouble. Yaya knows that better than anyone. So either you told her outright or you let her connect the dots himself by bringing him here.”
You turn, not bothering to look at either of them as you cross the kitchen in search of a spoon. Simon follows your movements across the kitchen, keeping Rudy in his peripheral as he observes the tightness in your shoulders.
“Mechas,” Rudy starts but he doesn’t get far before your glare cuts him off.
“Stop.” You place your cup down on the island with force. The liquid sloshes around the cup, circling the edge of the cup as if deciding if it wishes to spill. In the end it doesn’t, settling into itself again as the energy disperses.
“Don’t give me some bullshit promise you’re not even sure you can keep. Don’t tell me you’re coming back if there’s even a possibility you won’t.”
Simon’s been in Las Almas for a short amount of time, but he knows Rudy. Trusts this man with his life, he’s saved it a few times already. So it’s easy to follow the minuscule reactions of hurt at your words. He knows empty promises are one of the only things that keeps a soldier going. The belief that they’ll be able to make good on those promises.
No matter how many times others aren’t able to.
“I’ll bring him back.” The words slip out before he understands what he’s telling you. An idiotic thing to promise someone who he just now met.
You’re thinking much of the same if the way you glare at him is anything to go by.
“And who are you to promise anything to me?” The softness of your face is deceptive to the bite of your tongue. Simon has heard worse from men bigger than him, meaner, and yet your words slice at him the way a blade slices at skin. Quick, deep.
There’s molasses dripping down his throat, choking him, his words stick to it.
You scoff, “Your words are no good to me.”
Rudy leaves him no room to respond, stepping in and attempting to mitigate your concern. None of the words Rudy says tamp the fury in your eyes or the strange tight sensation Simon feels between his ribs.
Bringing Rudy back to you seems like the only solution for both.
—
The stranger brings Rudy back. Bruised, battered, and bloodied but alive. And in the end that’s all that matters.
There’s no words spoken between the three of you, a heavy silence fills the kitchen as you get to work on cleaning up your uncle. You pull rags from cabinets and fill shallow pails with cool water to tend to wounds. It’s a silent endeavor, only the straining of the rags filling the room with sound. You don’t know how long you tend to your uncle for, but by the time you turn to face his strange companion his water is murky too.
Rudy must have told him the rules of Yaya’s home because there’s no trace of military gear on him. The only evidence of the violence he’s experienced is the dark stain on his shirt. Whatever liquid soaked into the shirt darkens the black cotton even more. His jeans are caked in the familiar light brown color of the soil around Las Almas.
You stop the analysis as soon as you feel the bile rise in the back of your throat.
Instead, you busy yourself with grabbing both batches of murky water to drain out in the pila outside. You don’t have the energy to talk to your uncle right now, much less deal with the look he reserves for you when he comes back from missions. You just lather up the rags with zote and scrub them against the ribbed cement.
The water runs red for sometime before it slowly morphs to pink and then a slight cloudy view, until finally it’s clear. The hens cluck around you, Chancho also waddles nearby to investigate your movements as you wash.
You’re too focused on washing and not trying to think that you miss the stranger stepping out into the backyard with you. The hens don’t scare off, instead they cluck at him, winding themselves between his legs as they inspect him. Chancho does the same, slowly approaching him and sniffing around before the spotted pig decides there’s nothing important for him there.
“Questioning is the family trait then, yeah?” His voice is low, raspy, like he hasn’t spoken in days. Hasn’t had a drop of water in weeks.
You spare him a glance, not wanting to look at him for long, when his face catches your attention.
No new wounds, plenty of old ones, but the area around his eyes is covered in black. Giving him the look of a child with face paint on him. Instinctually, you wring the rag before stepping to him and starting to blot away at the black.
Whatever he’d come out to do is put on the back burner as he freezes at your movements. He barely breathes, eyes focusing on the focused look on your face as you drag the multicolored towel across his cheekbones. You don’t ask for permission as you gingerly take his jaw into your hand, moving his head every which way to get the eyeblack off of him.
“Is being pushy a family trait too?”
You scowl at him, the grip on his jaw tightening, “Is that what this is to you Europeans? We call it hospitality out here.”
“Invading someone’s personal space?”
“Taking care of someone’s son.”
He knows you don’t know anything about him, let alone the tragedy that was Manchester, but the words still manage to dislodge something in him. The idea that kind hands and homes are offered to children, no matter who they are.
He tucks that away to sit with in the future. Not now.
Now he focuses on the feel of your hands against the scruff on his jaw.
–
You’re on the outskirts of the room watching the conversation that swirls around the big wooden table. The extended that was local had gathered at Yaya’s to discuss El Sin Nombre’s capture.
It was a pointless conversation that you had no interest participating in. Win or not, the work was pointless. One narco falls, a vacuum opens up, another takes their place. Tale as old as time, something the Mexican government surely wont fix with this singular capture.
Simon is next to you, sitting silently as the low conversation fills the rest of the room. He’s watching the table while you stare out the window at the stray dogs circling the street. It takes them a minute to find the food you’ve left for them but when they finally do you make a happy noise.
“Not interested in the familial debrief?”
You snort at his question, not even bothering to look at him directly, “This family has lived through the capture of dozens of narcos. I already know how this conversation goes.”
Simon doesn’t respond, just shifts his attention to you while you continue to pay him no mind.
“Honestly would be cheaper if you would stay longer to come and catch the next one. Saves you a flight.”
“This your way of asking me to stick around?”
You can’t help the noise you make at that, “If you stick around here longer than you need to I don’t think you’ll be of any good service to the force. I hear men incapacitated by the heat don’t do well.”
He huffs out a laugh, bringing the Modelo up to his lips for a swig. The cool malty liquid cuts through the heat that seems to have invaded his mouth, much like the rest of the city. He glances around the quaint family home, heat pressing into him in a way that never has before, and realizes just how deep Las Almas has sunk it’s claws into him.
He spares you a glance, still engrossed in the activities of the strays, and studies you for a second. Your body rests against the cushions, not at ease but not tense. Always alert, he thinks to himself. The same way he is back home. Never letting his guard down, assured in his own abilities, but never wanting to get caught off guard. It’s how he’s been living his whole life.
You let out a small sigh, cheek pressing into the cushion, the pressure of your cheek pushing out your lips just a bit.
It's been a while since I've been actively working on something, but I am determined to drag this fic's listless body into the ao3 Post New Work page if it's the last thing I do.
“Why the fuck would I want to talk to you?” David bites out. “Let my guard down? You are the last person on earth I’d willingly let my guard down in front of, considering you’re the main reason it’s up in the first place.” Patrick opens his mouth, as if he’s going to protest, but David won’t give him a chance. “And you don’t know me. Maybe you did, once, but that was a long time ago. And that David? He’s gone.”
He reaches for his rings, sliding each one into place, feeling the familiar weight of them wrap around him like armor. Across from him, Patrick’s face has shuddered into something unreadable.
“And I am above all of this,” David adds, voice so steady he can almost believe it. “I can’t wait to get as far away from this place as I can, as soon as fucking possible, because I am above it.”
I was not made to write fights, y'all. I am but a simple Fluff and Humor scribe. Please light a candle for my ability to finish this fuckin' thing.
Wednesday is over, but open tag for anyone to post whatever you're working on, on whatever day you happen to see this. xoxo
Okay so this has been sitting in my google documents gathering dust for like a month and a half now. It's my first fill for my current Bad Things Happen bingo card. The space it fills was "Panic Attack".
As a general heads up, the following trigger warnings apply to this writing piece: Panic attacks, PTSD. It's written about Eddie Diaz, that man is his own warning.
For what felt like his entire life, Eddie had claimed to have a pretty good understanding of what panic looked like.
Panic had always been loud - yelling, messy words, too-fast, too-shallow breaths. It was dramatic and eye-catching.
And with that understanding, it just became a universal truth that Edmundo Diaz did not panic. Ever.
Besides, even if he wanted to, he didn’t have the time for it. As a kid, he had to help around the house, had to grow up fast and fill in for his dad while he was at work.
And then Christopher was born, and while he was overwhelmed - because what 19 year old wouldn’t be overwhelmed to have a son that they’d not planned for? - he didn’t panic. Because even if he wanted to, Shannon needed him to be steady, to be her rock.
And then, with no time to find his footing, he was shipped out on deployment.
The first time anyone ever challenged his understanding of panic, it was Shannon and her quiet anger and barbed words as they argued about him signing on for another tour right as he got home.
They needed the money, he’d said, and he’d seen the way her face twisted first in anger, then resignation as she fired back about her needing her partner to raise their son more than they needed money.
But then Christopher started crying and the moment was gone along with that small glimpse of a more subtle panic.
It kept him awake that night, turning it all over in his mind.
That second tour tested him. Their helo being shot down had sent him working to a frenzy - the white-hot pain of being shot didn’t even register until he had everyone off the downed aircraft.
He’d lost the guy he’d been working to save, but he’d expected that. He’d already barely been clinging to life as it was, there was no way he was going to survive the crash.
But everyone else survived, and he was determined that they were all going home.
He’d cried himself sick and breathless on the back of being awarded a medal that he didn’t deserve, didn’t want. He’d done what anyone else would have if they’d been able to.
Leaving the army after that was a no brainer. He couldn’t bring himself to sign back up after the crash. Especially when he had a family waiting on him at home, a son that had already had so many firsts while he was overseas.
He couldn’t miss any more. He couldn’t keep failing the people he loved so much.
Shannon leaving had blindsided him. He understood - hell, he’d let his fear and doubts push him to run to another country, to a situation that could have killed him. But that didn’t keep the worry at bay as he tried to adjust, to learn everything he’d missed out on.
He hadn’t even recovered from that damned crash. He didn’t know what to do, so he just shoved everything that wasn’t raising Christopher into a box in the darkest corner of his mind to never be seen again.
He didn’t panic. He didn’t have the support system that would allow for that. Chris needed him there and calm. So that’s what he’d be.
His parents trying to convince him to let them take Chris, though? That definitely broke him out of his stupor. And not in a good way.
His lungs burned with the strain of it, chest tight and head a mess in his efforts to not snap at his parents.
He knew their intentions were good. They were worried.
But he was fine and more than capable of raising Chris on his own.
And moving to another state following that conversation was a logical step - they needed a fresh start away from the ghosts of having Shannon around, anyway. He wasn’t running.
He wasn’t, he swore.
By the time he joined the 118, he felt like he was well and truly settled in LA - and finally doing more than just treading water, just surviving.
It was progress, and while it didn’t take all of the weight off of his shoulders, it certainly made it easier for him to breathe.
And with the adrenaline of a job well done setting his entire system alight and the bright glow in the aftermath of an explosion, he smiled, open and honest and content for the first time in years.
The next couple of months were a blur in the best sense of the word.
He was busy, but not three jobs to make ends meet busy like he’d been back in El Paso. And even better, Buck picked some of the crushing weight off of his shoulders by introducing him to Carla.
He hadn’t realized how hard he’d had to fight for every breath until that fight wasn’t necessary anymore.
He wasn’t sure what it was that had prompted Buck to do this for him, but whatever it was? Eddie was sure he was going to be thanking any universal presence in his life for years to come that it had happened, that Buck had stepped into one of the hardest moments in his life currently without being asked just because he’d seen Eddie struggling. Like it was that easy. Like it was just an everyday occurrence to save someone from drowning before they even realized that that was a real risk.
do you have a list of fandoms you write for and what characters you like to write for? I’d love to have a reference!
I like do and don’t? It changes so much, so it’s hard for me to keep a list. Let me try and make one right now!
Active- The Magnus Archives: Jon, Martin, JonMartin, Tim, JonMarTim. (Would consider other characters based on prompts if received)
Active- DC: BatFamily (Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian) (would consider other characters based on prompts if received) (I am still new to DC lol) (but like Young Justice is my show, so I would definitely write more characters for that!) (I also watch the live action Titans and I love Gar with my WHOLE heart, but that’s a whole different scenario honestly)
Hiatus- 911/911 Lone Star: Buck, Eddie, Buddie, TK, Carlos (I forgot their ship name! Tarlos I think??), Judd (I would most likely write other characters because I love the casts for both so freaking much— I’m just putting who I’ve written before so who I know for a fact I will write)
Prompt by Prompt basis- Marvel: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Stephen Strange, IronStrange, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Stucky, Loki, Thor... who am I missing? I’m blanking. Sam, Clint, ummm probably most of them honestly
Prompt my Prompt basis- The Umbrella Academy: Mainly Klaus or Ben, but as I’m a sucker for that family dynamic, it can stay open to all siblings based on the prompts
Prompt: Karlena AU. I see you everyday at this bus stop but every time I say hi or ask you a question you don't respond. OH! YOURE DEAF! I learned sign language for a stranger
Good lord I have had this prompt for ages. I am soooo sorry Nonnie. I will make this one a doozy for you, because I have motivation, and and I need a distraction.
It started out simple enough, Kara had been racing around thinking she was late as hell for work because she’d accidentally smashed her phone the night before, only to end up at her bus stop an hour early. About fifteen minutes into her embarrassingly long wait for her bus, the most stunning woman she’d seen in her life settled down on the bench next to hers and Kara’s heart did a little stutter. She’s squeaked out a polite little hello, only to be met with silence as the dark haired woman watched the road intently.
No big deal, maybe the woman wasn’t that much of a talker…? The bus came, the woman boarded, and Kara managed a little goodbye only to be met with nothing again as the bus closed and drove off. Maybe she hadn’t been heard over the roar of the engine? It was plausible, and Kara soon forgot all about it as she headed to work.
Two weeks later, she was back at the bus stop an hour early, this time to get out of her apartment and away from her boyfriend Mike. Things had been…rocky lately, and Kara didn’t want to face the reality of that little can of worms yet. The mysterious woman was there again, and Kara managed a more firm hello, only to be ignored yet again, her heart sinking a bit. The woman’s bus came, a goodbye was said and ignored, and Kara went to work more downtrodden then she’d been that morning. Life moved on.
A month later, Kara was back at her bus stop an hour early, this time steaming with anger. Her week had been horrible. Mike had left, that had been a given after their rocky month, but still. Then her AC broke, and this morning her hot water had followed. The maintenance in her building was utter crap these days, and neither problem would be fixed for another day or two at the very least, so Kara had stormed out in a snit. Better to be angry away from the problem, then stewing on it while it was staring you in the face.
Then the beautiful mystery woman arrived, and after another ignored hello, Kara exploded. “Why? Why do you never say anything to me? Am I not good enough for a simple reply? I’m apparently not good enough to be told the truth, or given the courtesy of not being strung along.” From there it devolved into a rant about her apartment, ‘not being good enough for decent service’ and the like, complete with angry gestures. When she happened to glance back towards the beautiful woman, she was met with startlingly emerald green eyes staring at her blankly, one perfectly plucked brow raised, and plump lips pursed. Not a word left those lips though. And then the bus came, and the woman left, and Kara felt a bit of vindictive glee in not saying goodby that day.
Kara made a point after that to steer clear of the early bus, and the mysterious woman, out of petty revenge for the continued silence. At least…until she forgot. It came full circle when her phone died in the middle of the night and Kara was racing around to get ready, thinking she would be late. She arrived at the station an hour early and her heart sank. The silent woman would be there again, no doubt, and Kara would have to bear being ignored, again. Only…the mysterious woman wasn’t alone this time. She had a friend, from the looks of it. A tall brunette in a business suit, who was…oh dear…signing to the mysterious woman. Who was signing back, and dear Rao was that smile heart stopping.
Cheeks flushing slightly, Kara looked away from the duo, not noticing the brunette take notice of her. She was far too caught up in her own thoughts, and guilt, about the mysterious woman and her reactions to being ignored by her. Or…the probably more accurate statement, not understood by her, or heard. Kara resolved to do something about that, starting today, to make up for her misplaced anger in the months before. She was going to learn sign language even if it killed her. And…okay, her determination was a little overboard there, but come on, that woman was gorgeous!
It took a month before Kara’s skills were to a point where she felt comfortable arriving early to the bus stop.Once there, she rubbed her sweaty palms on her pants a few times as she waited for the mysterious woman to arrive. Who knew saying hello could be this nerve wracking. Finally, the emerald eyed beauty arrived, and before she could sit down and look to the street, Kara caught her attention and raised her hands. “Hello. Please pardon my slowness. And grammar. I am…fresh…to this.” She signed, watching as emerald eyes lit up and amusement flashed across porcelain features. Wow. That was certainly an expression she wanted to see again.
Lena had quite the interesting few months. A beautiful blonde had started appearing at her stop in the mornings, and Lena was torn between wanting to say hello, and keeping on her usual blank mask while watching for her bus. She didn’t have much luck dating, which was what eventually swayed her towards just watching for her bus. In the past, between being deaf, and being gay, it had been a nightmare to find anyone willing to date her. The being gay bit had brought her available dating pool down quite a bit in itself, but being deaf had been a deal breaker for so many girls that things had felt hopeless.
Sam had been a godsend in her boarding school days, her first, and best friend, who had learned sign language with so much enthusiasm just to talk to the new student. She hadn’t even expected Lena to keep talking to her. They had even dated briefly, before realizing they were far better off as friends then lovers. She had, of course, immediately told Sam all about the beautiful blonde at the bus stop, and was subsequently teased within an inch of her life about her crush.
When flailing hands caught her attention one of her blonde filled days, Lena was met with the sight of said blonde ranting and looking close to tears. When she didn’t respond, she saw a flash of hurt and disappointment cross the normally bright woman’s features and Lena’s heart sank. Had she missed something all those times the blonde had been at the stop with her? She’d had to stare at the road to make sure she didn’t miss the bus she couldn’t hear coming…had the blonde tried to initiate a conversation with her then, and finally snapped when she’d continued to accidentally ignore her?
Now Lena felt well and truly horrible. Sam was her first text once she had that realization, and Sam had come up with the bright idea of taking the bus with Lena until the blonde either showed up again, or months had passed without a sighting. Thankfully, the blonde had shown up first, and Sam had enthusiastically signed to her everything the blonde did, including the realization and determination that had flashed across the woman’s features.
A month of radio silence made Lena’s hope start to fall, the assumption that the cute blonde had realized she was deaf and decided to avoid her starting to set in. And then she caught sight of springy blonde curls in a pony tail…and the adorable woman waving to catch her attention before settling into a shaky signing position? Lena’s heart skipped a few beats when an adorably slow sentence took form, along with a mistake that made amusement bubble up. This blonde was just too cute for words…or, well, signs.
“Hello. It’s alright, I don’t mind if you’re slow to start. So was I, it’s normal. You did switch a word. It’s new, not fresh. Still, really good for a beginner.” Lena signed back, a bright smile curling on her lips as she sat down next to the blonde instead of her normal bench. “Would you please listen for my bus? I’d like to keep talking to you, but I might miss it if I don’t see it.”
Kara was on cloud nine when she finally got a response. It wasn’t that she’d been ignored, just not heard, and she’d fixed it! Sure she was slow as molasses when signing, but she was actually talking to the beautiful woman she’d been sort of pining after. The slight correction on her sentence made a small blush appear on her cheeks, but it was soon forgotten as the woman sat down next to her and asked her to listen for her bus.
Beaming, Kara nodded and slowly signed back. “Sure! I can listen for you, I would like to keep talking to you too. My name is Kara, it is nice to meet you. I am sorry I ranted to you a while back, it was a bad week and I had been trying to say hello to you since I first saw you. I was a bit flustered…no…embarrassed when I realized your friend was signing to you, so I learned to finally say hello to you properly.”
Lena melted as the bubbly blonde -Kara- replied, a soft giggle catching in her throat as she watched the adorable woman’s hands. Like Sam, Kara had learned sign language just to be able to say hello to her, and it made Lena’s heart do all sorts of acrobatics. “Lena. My name is Lena, but if it’s easier, my Personal Name looks like this.” Lena signed before showing the blonde her name sign, the letter L, and the sign for gem. After Sam likened her eyes to emeralds one to many times, gem stuck and Lena grew to love it. Honestly, she already had an idea for a Personal Name for Kara, but she wasn’t going to use it quite just yet.
“I’m glad that the idea to bring Sam with me paid off, I wasn’t quite sure how to approach the subject of my being deaf with you, but I will say I wanted to say hello from the beginning as well. I was just…afraid you wouldn’t take it well. It’s happened a lot more than you’d think.“ Lena signed, her gaze dropping in shame for a moment before popping back up to Kara’s hands and face for a response.
Kara smiled softly as she watched Lena, a bit of embarrassment flashing through her at the awkward mix up that had lead to this moment. “I almost wish you had just said hello. Almost. Somehow though, this seems more…right? Like it was meant to happen like this. Ah…your bus is here Lena. Is this a daily thing for you? If so, I wouldn’t mind coming to the bus stop a bit earlier to chat with you. It would certainly help me practice my sign language.” Kara signed with a crooked little grin. “The biggest perk, however, would be getting to see you smile.”
Lena was sure she was thoroughly smitten with Kara as their conversation grew to a close, the little flirty sentence at the end making Lena flush and duck her head shyly. She definitely wanted to talk to Kara more. A lot more. Preferably not just at a bus stop before work. “I would love to Kara, and yes, this is a daily thing. Will you be here tomorrow? I’d like to fix this so we don’t have to sit on a hard bench just to talk.” Lena signed, winking and slipping onto the bus before Kara could reply. She’d let the adorable blonde stew on that for a little while.
Kara watched Lena go in shock, cheeks pink with giddy shock. Had Lena just insinuated she wanted a date…? She hoped so. She really, really hoped so. Dear Rao she probably had a date with the most adorable woman ever. Oh man, she had to tell Alex! The rest of her day went by in a giddy, slightly panicked haze, to the point her sister had shut off her phone to stop the stream of overexcited texts. The next morning had been worse, Kara whirling around her apartment in a panic trying to find an appropriate outfit for talking to Lena without screaming ‘please just date me already, I’m desperate’.
She barely made it to the stop on time, beaming as she bounded up to Lena and held her arms out questioningly for a hug. Once hesitant nod later and Kara happily enfolded Lena in a soft hug hello before accompanying it with a signed greeting. “Morning Lena! How was your day yesterday? Mine was rather boring, work wise anyway. My sister got quite annoyed with my near constant texts though, she shut off her phone.” Kara signed, cheeks flushing as she rubbed the back of her neck. “I was a bit too excited about finally talking to you.”
Lena threw her head back and laughed at Kara’s explanation about being so giddy her sister was driven nuts, her heart fluttering happily. “I’m glad I made you happy Kara. If it’s alright with you, I’d like to give you my number so we can continue to talk, and possibly schedule a date? I would love to really get to know you.” Lena signed, biting her lip as she shyly smiled. She was rewarded with a stunned look and a phone in her hand, quickly typing in her number and handing the phone back. “So, tell me a bit about yourself while we wait for my bus?”
Kara was stunned the moment Lena laughed, the bright sound almost angelic in nature, and enough to make Kara stare in awe. So much so that she nearly missed Lena asking if it was alright to give Kara her number. Heart flipping, Kara handed over her phone in a daze, watching slender fingers add a new number into her phone. One that she was sure would become her new favorite. “U-uh…? Oh! Oh.” Kara said, snapping out of her daze once the phone was back in her hands, barely catching Lena’s question. “I’m an intern at CatCo Media. I’m hoping to become a reporter, but it’s slow going.” She signed, an exasperated smile curling on her lips. “I swear I fetch coffee for Ms. Grant more than I work on writing these days, mostly because I’m the only one that seems to get her order right.”
“I have a sister, Alex. She’s honestly the best. When her mom adopted me, she made me feel at home for the first time in a while. Once she got over the whole ‘I’m invading her home’ thing anyway. We’re inseparable now. I like animals. Like, all of them. I can’t pick favorites most days because they’re all just so cute. I like the color red, and the sun. Oh! And potstickers. Potstickers are life.” Kara signed enthusiastically, her slowness in signing not cutting into her eagerness at all.
The rest of the morning until the bus was spent signing back and forth about work, interests, family, and friends, although Kara did notice Lena avoided talking about her family quite a bit. Only mentioning that her being deaf was…not really accepted. Kara’s heart went out to Lena at that, and she reached over to squeeze her new friend, and hopefully soon to be date’s arm. “You have family. That Sam of yours is like a sister, yes? Don’t worry about those that don’t get you, they aren’t worth it. You also have me, if you’d like, and all the friends that come with me.” Kara signed with a bright grin. “Sometimes the family you build yourself is better than any family you were stuck with to begin with.”
Lena was more then sure she was smitten now. Kara was the most adorable woman she’d ever met. She made sure to file away potstickers for later. And maybe a trip to the zoo. When Kara gently comforted her upon learning that her family was unsupportive of her lack of hearing, Lena nearly cried. How on earth did this woman just keep getting more and more perfect? Leaning in, she pressed a light kiss to Kara’s cheek and beamed. “You’re very sweet Kara, thank you. I’ll text you when I get to work, yes?”
Kara nodded dumbly, cheeks lightly flushed after the chaste kiss to her cheek. “Yeah. That’s…Yeah. I’ll await your text. Have a good day Lena!” Kara signed, heart skipping a beat as the reply came back with the signs K and Sunshine tacked onto the end. Lena had Named her. Oh Rao. It was so ironic. And…perfect. Yeah, she was terribly smitten only two days into talking to this mysterious woman. Alex was going to tease her so, so much. So would Maggie, but Rao was it worth it. Lena was worth it. Now she just had to contain her excitement until Lena finally texted her.
