#and came out the other side looking like i tried chugging sparkling water

[bunn-iiii]

I think more people should go watch Torchwood so they can experience the horrors in a true unbridled way

#that show fucked me up so much i changed my legal name to Jack #and also had nightmares #it takes the wonder of aliens and stuff from doctor who and rips it away from you so quickly #i went into it being like 'oh yay more content of my favorite dude captain jack harkness' #and came out the other side looking like i tried chugging sparkling water #torchwood

[hoodharlow]

Was That So Hard

AN: jackman......

Requested? Not really but my bby @sativachilombo sent me an ask and I was 😗😗😗

Requested? Jack being corny as hell, mentions of smut but no actual depictions and Miriam getting drunk 🤭

Word Count:

Miriam reached to her Fendi bag and pulled out her sunscreen. She squirted some on her legs and rubbed them before doing the same on her arms. She swapped the sunscreen body for the face balm sunscreen and rolled some on her face. She pulled out her pomegranate lip balm and dabbed some on her lips. She checked herself out once more and saw the hair claw holding onto dear life so she took it off, knowing that she should have pulled her into a bun. Hair claws never worked with her unruly curls. 

She closed her eyes, mentally preparing herself to walk over to the sun. She was sitting with Maggie and the girls from Jack's friend group when he waved her over. She handed Diana her bag. As she walked to the field tied the cashmere sweater around her shoulders so she would look more out together. She was wearing a simple white top with denim shorts and some Prada loafers. She was more dressed for the country club rather than a kickball game. 

"What took you so long?" Jack asked. 

Miriam didn't answer him right away. She moved him so his back was facing the sun, blocking the sun for her. "What?" 

"Run some passes with me." He said.

"I'm wearing loafers." She said, holding her leg out. 

"I've seen you kick a ball in heels." He placed his hands on his hips. 

"Fine," she sighed dramatically. "But we going to the shade." 

Jack nodded. He followed behind her, taking in her ass in her shorts. He reached behind her and hugged her, lifting her up. He bent his neck and kissed her face. 

"Jack!" She squealed, giggling. 

He tossed her in the air so when he caught her she was facing him. Miriam giggled again and wrapped her arms around him, leaning down to kiss him. They were both aware that this was the most PDA they've ever done. Even more knowing Jack's fans were in the stands watching and recording his every move. They pulled away and Jack grabbed the nearest red ball. 

He kicked the ball to Miriam. She caught it with the side of her foot and bounced on the top of her foot then kicked it up to her knee. She bounced the ball on her knee and did the same. 

"You know you're supposed to kick it back, right?" Jack rolled his eyes. 

"Ten," she kicked the ball back at him, but he didn't catch it. 

Miriam giggled watching him jog for the ball. 

Jack came back and tried to do the same tricks she did, but failed. So he stuck with the simple bounces. They passed the ball back and forth for a while before Jack had to go with his team. 

Miriam went to sit back with the girls. She hugged Taylor Rooks. They only waved at each other in passing, not properly greeting each other because Taylor was interviewing. Miriam's mood was quickly soured when a woman from the opposite team walked up to Jack with her hands clasped behind her back. She bounced on the balls of her feet, giggling extra hard at whatever Jack was saying. She wanted to yell 'he's not as funny as you make hin out to be' but she knew better than to make a scene at a charity event.  

"You need this." Taylor said, passing her her Phocus can. 

Without thinking Miriam took a generous sip. She coughed once she realized she wasn't just drinking strawberry flavored static water. 

"What is that?" Miriam asked the sports journalist. 

"I have no idea, Di just added a bunch of stuff." She shrugged. 

Miriam snorted and took another sip. This time she was able to drink it properly. It tasted like a strawberry margarita with sparkling water. 

"Okay that's good." She giggled, passing Taylor back her drink. 

Diana turned back to them holding four small Buzzballz bottles. "I also have regular tequila, sour apple flavor and piña colada flavor." 

"Give me regular tequila." Miriam said.

She grabbed an orange Phocus can from the cooler and chugged half of it. Her right eye twitched slightly from the drink, but she poured some of the buzzballz into it. It didn't take long for Miriam to get tipsy. She finished that can and made herself three more of the same combination. She was a giggling mess. 

"Another?" Diana asked her. 

"I'm cutting myself off. If Jack sees me tipsy he won't let me suck his dick later." Miriam said bluntly. 

"Yeah, let's stop before you talk about how big my son is." Jack's mom giggled. 

"Okay but like, I just wanna thank you for that. He's made me–"

Diana covered Miriam's mouth. "Girl, shut up." She laughed. 

They changed the topic and talked about the Barbie movie. Jack had rented out the theater where he held the White Men Can't Jump premiere and the whole group watched the movie then. They all cheered when Miriam's song came out. They haven't had time to dissect the movie until now. Miriam zoned out and rested her head on Diana's shoulder, dozing off. 

Jack came by with a hot dog and cup of Dippin Dots for Miriam. She only had her iced coffee in her system and he had seen her make her little cocktails with Phocus. He crouched down at level and shook her shoulder. Diana, Taylor, the other girls and even Jack's mom gave him a warning look to not wake Miriam up, but he ignored them. 

"Mhm," she opened one eye. 

"Close your eyes." Jack said.

"I just had them closed." Miriam whined. 

"I have a surprise for you." He said, holding the cup of Dippin Dots behind him.

"You can't just whip out your big dick, we're in public." She said. 

"Miriam, just close them." He sighed.

"Okay, damn." She frowned.

She did as she was told. Jack reached for her hand and placed the cup in her hand. She opened her eyes and they teared up when she saw the cup of Dippin Dots. 

"Where did you get this?" She said, taking a spoonful. 

"At the concession stand." Jack pointed behind him. He also placed the hot dog with a few ketchup packets and a mayo packet. "Eat this too."

"I'm not a child." Miriam frowned. 

"Bro, you only had an iced coffee before you started drinking. I'm not leaving until you finish." 

Miriam unwrapped the hot dog and prepared it how she liked it. Personally she liked her hot dogs, Mexican style: bacon wrapped wienie, topped with pico de gallo, grilled onions and peppers, and lastly with mayo and ketchup on top. But she doubted that they had those in Kentucky. She ate in silence alternating between her Dippin Dots and hot dog with Jack standing over her. 

"Was that so hard?" Jack asked when she finished eating. 

Miriam rolled her eyes and went to toss her trash. She reached for her bag and cleaned her hands with a wet wipe. She grabbed the sunscreen and pulled Jack down to her level. She lathered him up in it then she took off his hat so she could get his face as well. His face didn't react well to the roll-on balm she used.

"Okay, now go beat the girls who laugh too hard at what you say." She said, touching up her lip balm.

"Didn't know you were playing." He said in a playful tone. 

"You're not funny." Miriam deadpanned.

Jack leaned in, kissing her neck and said, "I can laugh the panties offa you."

"No you can't."

*

Miriam couldn’t stop laughing. Her laughter got to the point where she wasn't even making sounds. She was just folded over shaking. 

"It wasn't that funny, Miriam." He rolled his eyes.

But it was. The one time he didn't wear a shirt under his jersey he got last name and jersey number etched on to his back thanks to the bright sun. Miriam had offered to get his back as well but he shrugged her off, saying he only needed to worry about the exposed skin. Little did he know his back was also exposed. Fortunately for him only his back was burnt, the rest of his body wasn't. 

"Face down ass up." Miriam said, holding a tube of aloe vera gel that she got from the mini skincare fridge in their bathroom.

"Give a guy a warning if you wanna fuck their ass." He said, laying across the bed. 

"Want me to fuck your ass?" She wiggled her eyebrows at him. 

He shook his head, "I'm still recovering from last time." 

"Jack, that was like five months ago." She rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, yeah." He waved her off. 

Miriam knelt beside him and squirted a generous amount of aloe vera gel on his back. She took off a hair tie off her wrist and did an upside-down french braid on Jack so she wouldn't get gel in his curls. She rubbed all over his back then she applied more pressure onto him. She worked her fingers into his shoulder blades, making him groan.  

"You gotta lay like this for fifteen minutes then you can wash it off." Miriam said when she finished. 

She walked back to the bathroom and as she passed the bed, she felt a hard smack on her ass. Miriam turned to Jack, who had the biggest smirk on his face, with her mouth open wide. 

"You can't just walk around with your ass out like that and not expect to pay the boyfriend tax." Jack said, gesturing to her outfit. 

Miriam wasn't wearing much. Just some white cheeky panties and a matching white cami top. 

"You're annoying." She said, rolling her eyes before sprinting out of their bedroom.

She came back with fruit rollup. 

"You're not sucking my dick that." Jack told her.

The first and only time he let Miriam try a tiktok trend was when she saw a tiktok about wrapping a fruit roll up around their partners dick and going to town with it. Jack was never the type to discourage head giving methods so he agreed when Miriam asked if they could try it. It was fun at first but eventually they both got annoyed because it took a long time. Miriam ended throwing the fruit rollup away and they both went to bed annoyed and horny. 

"How presumptuous of you." She said, laying on her stomach, perpendicular to Jack. 

"Mhm." He replied. 

Miriam opened her iPad and loaded Halle Bailey's The Little Mermaid and continued her book from where she left off. Jack was reading his script, memorizing his lines. He scooted himself closer so he was laying on top of Miriam and using her ass as a pillow. He mindlessly toyed with a loose string on her panties. He couldn't concentrate on the script so he placed it on the nightstand next to their bed. He looked over to Miriam. She was humming along to For the First Time while she read her book and bit into her snack. It amazed Jack how she was able to multitask. Miriam claimed it was just her undiagnosed ADHD. 

The ten minutes had passed and Jack hopped in the shower and rinsed off the aloe vera gel. He did his nighttime routine then got back in bed. Miriam was now laying on her back in the middle of the bed with her iPad propped on her nightstand while she read. 

Jack plopped on top of her. "Give me attention." Which was his way of asking for sex because he was bored and horny.

"I can't when you're top of me, suffocating." She mumbled. 

He sat up and took her book, doggy earring it. He paused the movie and locked her iPad so now she could give him her undivided attention. 

Jack rubbed his hands together as he knelt in front of her body. "Where to begin?" He asked, smirking.

With that smirk alone Miriam knew she was in for a long night. 

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[laxyaklovesloz]

The Legend of Zelda: Real Courage | Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Trial of Light

Lila and Zale walked through the forest for several minutes before Lila said, "What exactly are we supposed to be doing?"

Zale answered, "I'm afraid I don't know. The only records we have are that the Trial of Light exists; we have no other details."

"Well, maybe we should stop walking, so we don't get lost," she suggested.

"Perhaps..." he said.

"Are you sure you're okay? You're talking weird."

He chuckled, "Of course I'm okay. Actually, I feel quite relaxed."

"I think that's the problem," she muttered.

"Let's continue. Maybe we'll come across the trial soon."

The two resumed walking. The forest was so dark, it seemed to be nighttime. The only light came from Zale. Lila wished he wasn't glowing; he might attract monsters. She kept her new sword ready.

As she predicted, monsters eventually found them. She heard them before she saw them. Three gray wolves burst from the trees around Lila and Zale.

"Stay behind me," Lila ordered, slashing at the attackers. She tried to maneuver to one side of the group, but the wolves jumped to either side, surrounding them again. She and the wolves observed each other carefully. Unfortunately, she couldn't find a safer place for Zale.

Lila dropped her guard for one second, and a wolf leaped at Zale. He held up one hand, palm flat, facing the wolf. The wolf stopped in its tracks and whimpered, but it didn't try to run or attack. Lila ignored her questions for the time being and focused on the other two.

The wolf on the right attacked first. Lila swung her sword down on it, but the second wolf landed on her back and crunched her shoulder. She screamed and switched her sword to her right hand so she could reach it. She clenched her jaw to fight the pain. Aiming where she thought the wolf's head was, she stabbed her sword behind her.

Her aim proved true. The wolf couldn't even whimper as it died. Lila glanced at Zale, saw that he was in the same position as the third wolf, and returned her attention to the first wolf. The wolf growled and barked at Lila, and she growled back.

She was clumsy with her right hand, but Nabooru had made sure she practiced in it a few times. She swiped her sword at the wolf, hitting its neck but without enough force to kill it. The wolf bit down on her right leg. With one more slash, she killed the beast.

That left the wolf with Zale. It seemed to be frozen as a gold light flowed to it from Zale's palm. Lila didn't take any chances and swung down on its neck. The sword cut clean through, and the wolf vanished in a cloud of sparkles.

Lila glanced around, looking for any more threats. When she deemed it safe, she collapsed next to Zale.

"You... okay?" she wheezed.

Zale's eyes were wide. "I'm fine, but... Lila! Let me help stitch you up. Do you have any medical supplies?" He pulled the collar of her shirt down to see chainmail, a little bit dented but intact. He sighed and pulled up her pant leg instead.

"I'll be okay," Lila said but pulled out a roll of bandage anyway. Zale cleaned and wrapped her leg while she chugged down some water.

"The teeth didn't penetrate very deep," Zale said, "but we'll have to clean and dress it properly when we get back. Come on, let's go to the camp."

"If you think I'm giving up, you're wrong."

"But you shouldn't walk on that leg, much less fight!"

Lila tested her leg while she insisted, "I started this trial, and I will finish it. Like you said, if I fail I die."

Zale bit his lip. He sighed, and Lila helped him to his feet. "I guess so."

"Plus, you have your weird light thing. That was awesome, by the way! How did you do that?"

"I don't know," he replied. "It was like my hand moved on its own, something telling me how to do it."

Lila limped through the forest, and Zale leaned on her for support. She worried that he seemed weaker and the light stronger, but didn't let it stop her. Yet.

Something fell from above and forced them to the ground. Using her hand to lift the something, she discovered a sticky white web. Five spiders the size of her torso dangled above them on thin silk. Lila quickly freed her and Zale from the web.

"Deelers, huh?" Zale remarked as though watching birds in Hyrule field.

"Um, don't know if you noticed, but they're trying to kill us."

As though in response, the deelers started swinging faster and faster. Lila took her sword to the closest one. To her surprise, her sword hit a hard shell on its back and bounced away. The deeler next to it rammed its shell into Lila's head, sending her staggering. The other three jumped to the ground toward Zale. As calm as can be he pointed at the closest one. A ball of light the size of his fingernail shot out and hit the deeler in the soft belly. The deeler died in a puff.

Lila changed strategy in her mind. She timed her next attack to hit the weak area. Her patience paid off, and the deeler disappeared. She dodged the one remaining suspended and killed it also.

"Ahh!" Zale cried out, falling to the ground. He had killed his second one, but the last deeler was on his back, biting over and over. Lila ran to him. Carefully she aimed below the deeler's shell but above Zale's back. Then she thrust her sword through.

With the threat gone, Lila examined Zale. He lay on his stomach, breathing heavily with his eyes shut tight. His shirt was torn in a circle covering his whole back, so Lila ripped it off.

"Looks like the deeler had teeth all around its shell," Lila observed quietly. Zale had no reply. Yellowish pus mixed with his blood in the small punctures. I hope he's not poisoned... She quickly went to work cleaning each wound. The pus washed away easily and the bites scabbed over. By the time she was done, Zale's breathing had returned to normal.

"Thank you," he said shakily, finally opening his eyes. "Let's keep going."

He groaned as Lila helped him up. When they faced one another, she blushed at his bare chest.

"I'm sorry," she said, turning away. "I ruined your shirt."

Zale looked at the rags on the ground that used to be his shirt. "Well, not much we can do about it now..."

Without another word, Lila led on. A while later they entered a clearing. Lila cast her eyes about, sensing danger.

"What's wrong?" Zale asked.

"Shh!"

From the trees on the other side of the clearing, seven bokoblins walked toward the pair, sneering and chortling as they waved their clubs about.

"You picked the wrong fight," Zale told the bokoblins.

Lila added, "Yeah, a fight with me!"

She charged forward, slaying each bokoblin she came across. However, there were so many that several slipped past her defense. They raised their clubs to attack Zale. Zale made a fist with his hand. A golden light orb surrounded him, and the clubs all bounced off harmlessly.

"Zale!" Lila cried and turned around for another attack. The bokoblins continued assaulting the orb in vain, but because they were distracted, it was easier for Lila to kill them. Two or three of the smaller ones got in hits to Lila before they were all gone.

Zale released his fist, causing the orb to vanish. Lila caught him as his knees buckled. He looked pale.

"Zale," Lila said quietly, "are you okay?"

He just nodded, so she didn't believe him. But there wasn't time to worry about him. Nine gray wolves emerged from the trees, all growling with malice.

"Um, Zale... Can you do that shield thing again?" Lila sat him on the ground and readied her sword. The wolves slowly stalked closer and closer. What could she possibly do to protect them from nine wolves when she had trouble with three?

A calm determination settled over her. She wouldn't let Zale die because of her. Moving by instinct, she closed her eyes and raised the Master Sword to the sky. The triangles on her hand burned stronger than ever. The sword's blade glowed blue, the light rising from the hilt. At the precise right moment, Lila swept her sword down and spun on her toes. She was a whirlwind batting the wolves away like toys. Each wolf tried attacking her again but met with her blade. All nine wolves died at her hand.

Lila dropped to the ground, exhausted. Some magic had helped her, but now it was gone. She looked for Zale... and found him lying on the ground. She pushed herself to his side and held his hand. He was still breathing and didn't appear injured, but his eyes were closed and his breathing was weak. The light was bright as the sun.

"No... Zale..." Tears stung her eyes before they fell down her cheeks. "Stay with me. You can't die..."

Leaves rustled through the clearing as large wings stirred the air below the owl, Kaepora Gaebora. Lila's sorrow burst into rage.

"You! It's your fault! You're the one who did this to him!" She took up her sword and staggered toward the owl.

"Lila..." Zale's voice stopped her in her tracks. She turned around to see him getting to a sitting position. She glanced at the owl but decided to go back to Zale's side. "I'll be fine, Lila."

"You have succeeded," declared Kaepora Gaebora. "Daughter of Courage, fear not for Prince Zale. He – and yourself – will recover with a bit of rest. Before that, I have a reward for both of you. Zale, I believe you know what to do."

"Um, I guess I do," Zale replied. He brought his hands together with a look of concentration on his face. Slowly, he pulled his hands away. As he did so, the gold light shone brightly between his palms. It formed into a crossbow. The light remaining in Zale disappeared into the crossbow.

He smiled up at Lila and said, "Try it." She looked at him in confusion.

"How? There are no arrows."

Zale stood and held the bow with a firm stance. He brought his hand up where the arrow would rest, then pulled back. An arrow appeared, made of the same light. He let the arrow fly into the dark forest. The air shimmered behind the arrow until it was out of sight.

"As long as your heart remains pure, Son of Wisdom, you will hold power over this weapon," said the owl. "Now for the Daughter of Courage. It isn't as grand, but you will find this weapon hides its own surprises. Treat it well." He tucked one wing under the other and then pulled out a plain wooden bow and leather quiver. Lila opened the quiver to find twenty of the finest arrows.

Zale and Lila bowed.

"Thank you for such wonderful gifts," said Zale. They stood tall once more.

"Lila, Hero of Courage, you have passed the Trial of Light. Now you may rest as I transport you to safety."

Lila and Zale felt their eyelids get very heavy. After sharing a smile, they collapsed into a deep sleep.

#fanfic #fanfiction #genderbend #legend of zelda

[kandadiff]

Van Der Wulff : small comforts

~

The dank wetness of the cell seemed to seep into all your pours. Besides occasional soft voices, or the clinking of some technology from past the bars of the cell or the bird song drifting in muffled tones from outside - the area was silent. You were left alone for what seemed like hours with just the booze and vape to keep you company. The room was humid so you soon stopped puffing on the vape, the heat and smoke causing you to cough so roughly your throat hurt. To pass the time, your attention was brought to the Vodka bottle that Abigail left.

You were nearly done with the bottle when you realized it had to be laced. You were way drunker then you normally would be. The floor under you started to sway and it seemed everything around you started to pulsate. Your stomach lurched and you felt like you were about to vomit. You needed to throw up. Your eyes slowly looked at the exposed toilet in the corner of the cell and you started to crawl to it. Except another lurch of your stomach demanded faster movement. You attempted to stand up but instead fell into the stone wall. You hissed but tried to move towards the toilet. But the heat of the room and whatever drugs were laced in the vodka were fully working against you. The next step you took made you once again stumble into the wall. You sucked in a deep breath in the false hope it would help you steady yourself. You waited a few moments, and took another step just as bile burned your throat. You fell face first into the railing of the bed. 

~

The sound of music caused you to come out of your dreamless state. As soon as you opened your eyes, your heart speed up and you froze. The humidity was gone, now replaced by the cool air that came from the buzzing AC propped into a window. A window? You didn't want to fully get up, scared at wholes was in the room. Instead you looked around seeing you were indeed not in the cell any more. Besides the ac, the room had a soft queen bed, which you were laying on, a dresser, a chair and a desk where a man stood with his back to you. Immediately, you sucked in a breath knowing you didn't know this man. Your eyes darted around to the window seeing the sparkling night sky signifying you had to be out for a couple of hours. Your eyes then shot to the door, though it was closed you saw the shadows of men just on the other side.

The window would be your escape route. You attempted to get up but as soon as you sat up the pounding in your head stopped you. A searing white pain shot at you from behind your right eye making you yelp, squeezing your eyes shut and catching the attention of the man.

"Careful!" The man rushed to you with a gauze pad smelling of peroxide. You opened your eyes and gasped. The pain in your head was the only reason you knew you weren't dreaming. Their pressing a glauze to your head was Austin.

"Austin?" you let out a hiss when the peroxide hit your wound. His kind brown eyes locking with yours. "Where?" your throat was dry and do to the coughing fit of the vape your voice came out just above a whisper.

"You're in my room." he said gently. "You hit your head pretty hard. You scared Samantha." He let out a small laugh. "thank god Abigail sent her to check on you. The stitches won't leave a mark when they heal but it will hurt for about 2 weeks." When he lowered his hand you saw the white of the gauze tinted pink with your blood. He gave you a sad smile before quickly getting up. He made his way over to the desk grabbing a water bottle and handing it to you. "Sorry, you must be thirsty." You thanked him watching him move back over to the desk where a medical bag was.

You gratefully took the water, chugging it down as fast as you could, reveling in the cool relief that it gave your throat. "Austin," your voice was quiet but clearer. "I need to get out of here." He looked back at you a small scowl on his face.

"There is no escape Adi." he frowned. "Not until the boss lets you go."

~ ~ ~ ~

I took the medicine Lloyd's on call doctor gave me. Within a few minutes I was knocked out, lost in vivid dreams of Luther. In them I was once again locked in the basement, with chains weighing me down I tried to run and squeeze out of my chains but they painfully squeezed my sides leaving deep marks. I felt Luther behind me, his red aura spilling into mine. "YOU KILLED MY BROTHER!" he screamed and no matter where I ran there he was. His hands shot out and closed around my throat tightening until I couldn't breathe. "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU BITCH!" I clawed at his face and hands but he was laughing as i struggled to breathe. He let go for just a moment and I screamed just as he started to shake me. "I'LL KILL YOU!"

I was pulled out of unconsciousness from my own wild thrashing. The sheets were tangling my limbs and a cold sheen of sweat stuck to my body. I tried to calm the crazed beating of my heartbeat in my ears while my eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room and memories flooded back. I let out a sigh of relief. I was with Lloyd. He was in the room just across from me.

After realizing I was not going to go back to sleep, I got up and crossed the hallway to his room. I knocked nervously causing the door to creak open but it was empty. Sighing and not wanting to think how much I already missed having Lloyd around me, I made my way over to the empty living room. I cuddled not the couch turning on the TV attempting to distract myself from my nightmare.

I heard the door open about 2 hours later while some rerun of George Lopez was playing. I had long lost interest in the TV and turned toward the door. Lloyd was speaking to his right hand man, Seb, clearly annoyed, the entire aura around him red with anger. He was about to say something else when Seb pointed out my eyes poking out from the couch.

Lloyd eyes immediately softened "Are you okay?" He called out to me. I nodded and he looked at Seb, whispering a few things and the other man left us alone. He made his way over to me, I turned back to the TV.

I felt him putting a blanket over me and a sense of calmness washed over me. All the tension I had been feeling from my dream and the racing of my mind was quelled. He put his arms over me while wrapping me in the fluffy afghan. He was warm and smelled like the outside which told me since leaving me with Jamie, he was out all night probably looking for Luther. I tried to push those thoughts out of my head just enjoying the cocoon of safety that his presence offered. I was so deep in my comfort I didn't realize he was talking to me. "What?" I asked slightly blushing.

He chuckled. "Did you sleep?"

I snuggled into the blanket and leaned back on the couch shaking my head. "Not much, I - um - I kept having nightmares." He nodded looking away from me and I bit my lip embarrassed, the silence making it worse.

"I'm sorry." he said breaking the lull. "I should have come earlier."

"Its not your fault." I said turning towards him. "I-" I sighed "I'm sorry I freaked out on you on Christmas Eve." He opened his mouth to speak but I took his hand to make him look at me. "you're right I shouldn't have expected you to tell me that. It wasn't fair."

"I should have said something anyway."

I chuckled and looked at my hand still holding his. "And" I added "I should have let you handle him the moment you knew something was up. I thought threats could stop him. Clearly" I motioned to my face. "It didn't work." he reached up to my face, tenderly pressing the pads of his fingers to the fading bruise around my eye.

"Does it hurt?"

"A little." I admitted.

"I did try." He admitted and I raised an eyebrow. He looked up at me with a small smile. "Thats why I was in New York. I had a friend of mine offer him a very good position at NYU and have him in a terrible accident." He smiled wider when I laughed. "It would have been tragic." he winked but soon his smile faded and he shook his head. "The bastard wouldn't take it though. I was going to just end him myself but when I got back to town he was gone. I had no idea he was Mexico." I nodded. "When I saw you were here, I thought you just needed a break but as soon as I realized he was the one to sign you out of school while being out himself."

"Hes such a fucking creep." I grimaced leaning into loud. He moved so I was comfortably adjusted into his side. We sat like that for a few minutes until something hit me. "Lloyd?"

"Yes, sunshine?" he asked looking down at me.

I sat up "How'd you know I was in Mexico? Luther said he didn't tell anyone, thats why no one was looking for me." Lloyd looked at me as though he was unsure of how I would react to what he had to say. "Don't lie." I warned with a smile.

He chuckled and fingered the necklace he reunited me with that was hanging around my neck. "I told you, your mother wanted me to protect you and Robin. But you, sunshine, go wherever the wind takes you and that is fun but its hard to constantly keep track of." He turned over the locket and pressed on the red ruby that was the cat eyes. "There was a tracker in it but it was long since deactivated. I updated it before I gave it back to you." He said slowly as though weighing his words in his mind and nervous to my reaction to them.

At first I didn’t do anything and he grew nervous, though his face remained stoic. The necklace felt heavy around my neck but not oppressive. Luther had tried to drill on my head that I had no hope, that no one was looking for a frequent runaway. But Lloyd was he knew where I was and he came to save me like he always would. He knew something was wrong and immediately had a way to find me thanks to Harley. Emotions overcame me and I felt tears burn my eyes before I threw myself onto Lloyd hugging him tightly. As though on an instinct his arms wrapped around me. “Thank you.” I squealed out as I silently cried in his arms. He rubbed my back and held me tightly.

-

#vdw

[absolutepokemontrash]

MC’s Date With The Brothers Goes Terribly… Then it Starts to Rain.

Side Characters ver.

Hello my dearest degenerates, there’s nothing I love more than ridiculous crack fics, but I wanted to do some fluff, so here we go!

Lucifer

This just had to happen on Lucifer’s one day off… didn’t it? He had the entire day planned out, his brothers would be out doing their own thing, which left him and MC to have the entire day together.

The two of them would have gone to Ristorante 6, watched a movie, and simply enjoyed each other’s company. But no, Lucifer can’t have nice things.

It certainly started off that way, MC and Lucifer held hands as they made their way over to Ristorante 6, and the Avatar of Pride was reminded for the thousandth time exactly why he adored this human so much.

The human was both one of the most stress inducing parts of his life, and one of the few things that made him feel completely at peace. He would move mountains for them if they asked him too…

While Lucifer was in the middle of staring incredibly lovingly at his beloved MC, the human stopped suddenly and pointed ahead of them.

“I think Ristorante 6 may be… closed today.” “What do you mean, MC- oh.”

Apparently, two demons got into a very nasty fight inside, and one slammed the other through a wall. The restaurant was in the middle of scheduling repairs and would be closed until the hole in the wall was fixed. Lucifer developed the tiniest of tics in his right eye, but all MC had to do was squeeze his hand and give him that perfect smile of theirs… *sigh* they were right… there were other good places to eat.

Well, the cafe they wanted to go to was closed that day and they both walked over there for nothing… the second restaurant they went to was full on account of Ristorante 6 closing earlier…

Finally, the two practically trudged to Hell’s Kitchen, but Beel was there an hour earlier and cleared the entire place out…

Lucifer told MC not to fret, they’d just head to the movies and buy some snacks, sure it wasn’t the fancy dinner they planned but… at least it was food.

Oh… the movie they planned on seeing was… not running that night…

“Did you check online before we left?” “…damn.”

Their date was going decidedly terrible, MC and Lucifer were eating movie theatre popcorn outside, in outfits that were way too formal, and were rapidly becoming more and more convinced that the day was just… cursed.

Then… a crack of lightning, then it began to completely pour.

Lucifer winced the moment he heard the lightning, of course… of course it would start to rain… as the rain began to pour down on the two, he simply stared straight ahead, completely and utterly defeated.

The Morning Star, the right hand to the Crown Prince of The Devildom, The Avatar of Pride himself, was defeated by a simple thunderstorm. He took a deep breath in, prepared to shout, scream, throw a tantrum of the highest degree, then just visibly deflated. He turned to MC, who looked just as defeated and drained.

Lucifer wordlessly used his magic to put up a small shield above them, sheltering the two from the torrential downpour.

“You know,” MC mumbled, resting their head against Lucifer’s arm. “The movies make getting caught in the rain seem much more romantic…”

That comment elicited a quiet chuckle from Lucifer as he pulled MC into a hug. The two were already drenched, what did it matter if Lucifer got cheap popcorn butter all over the front of his outfit? Nothing else mattered when he was with the one person in the world who could make his heart swell with this much love and adoration.

“How about we head home, MC? I think I still have some of Barbatos’ cake hidden in the kitchen, we can enjoy that and listen to some music.”

Lucifer felt MC sigh against his front, then look up with that bright sparkling smile that never failed to make him blush.

“I’d like nothing more.”

Mammon

Okay, Mammon had this whole day planned, by the end of it, his human would be swooning! He had gotten paid big bucks from his latest modelling gigs, and he was going to treat MC to a full day with their first man.

First, they were going to spend the morning shopping, then they were going to eat lunch at this new restaurant that had just opened up, after lunch they were going to just kill time until dinner, then eat dinner at Hell’s Kitchen, then they were going to go home, get changed, then head out to The Fall, party, then head home again where MC would most definitely shower the Great Mammon with all the praise and affection he deserved!

Of course, MC would be given all the love and adoration they deserved and more! Mammon’s human was the best, and they deserved the best! The Avatar of Greed was ready!

Or so he thought. The day began with Mammon deciding that he was going to make himself and MC breakfast. It was going fine until Mammon got lost in an intense daydream and by the time he snapped out of it, Beel had eaten the pancake batter and there was no time to make anything else.

Mammon’s surprise breakfast ended up being toast and cut up fruit. It wasn’t so bad, but everyone knows that fruit is very unreliable. Sometimes it’s good… sometimes it’s squishy and unappetizing…

The morning shopping trip was ruined when Mammon went to withdraw money from his account and it turned out that the money from his shoot wasn’t in the account.

Apparently his paycheque was being held back because one of the modelling agencies was being sued.

“…MC?” “Come here, silly.”

After having his face peppered with kisses, Mammon was completely rejuvenated. His human had magic kisses, after all! They never failed to make him feel better!

The two decided that instead of a shopping spree they’d spend a couple hours of window shopping, after that when the two stopped for lunch at the new restaurant. Twenty minutes after eating there, Mammon was dry heaving over a trashcan while MC chugged a bottle of water to try and settle the awful nausea that had completely taken over. Perhaps a bad review would be necessary…

The time that was meant to be spent just wandering around the Devildom was completely ruined when those damn witches showed up! Mammon was not about to forfeit his time with MC to play servant to those three, so he grabbed his human and sprinted away.

That cat and mouse game with the witches lasted for literal hours and ended with Mammon and MC hiding behind a random alley dumpster…

Finally, Hell’s Kitchen, it turned out that they didn’t take too kindly to dine and dashers, so Mammon ended up spending the time he was supposed to be spending eating with MC waiting tables to pay off his tab.

After that, Mammon was too exhausted to even think about partying, so MC suggested that they just head home and watch some fun action movies.

The moment they began their walk home however…

A single drop of water tapped against Mammon’s sunglasses, he looked up and pointed a finger at the sky.

“No.”

Another drop of water hit the rim of his sunglasses.

“No!”

I’m a matter of seconds, it had begun to completely pour, Mammon dug his hands into his hair and shouted in frustration.

“NO! NO! NO! WHY RIGHT NOW?! Why… why right now..?” His outburst had quickly petered out into Mammon physically drooping and quietly taking off his jacket. He held it over MC so they would be spared the brunt of the rain and looked down at his now soaked shoes. “I… I’m sorry… MC…”

“Mammon, what are you sorry for?” MC said gently, lacing their fingers with his.

What kind of a question was that? Mammon had fucked up the date he had planned and made himself look like a complete idiot in front of the one person who showed him any amount of love and affection.

His heart sank as he managed to drag his gaze over to MC. They were worried about an idiot like him… maybe they’d be better off without needing to constantly babysit him…

“Today… everything… I dunno…” Mammon mumbled, MC looped their arms around him, being careful not to drop his jacket onto the wet ground.

“Are you kidding? You planned this entire nice day for the two of us,” when Mammon didn’t respond, MC took on a more firm tone. “Listen, sometimes dates don’t turn out good, that doesn’t mean you have to mope in the rain. Let’s go home, order some food, and watch a movie or some dumb show, whatever makes you happy.”

Though the constant patter of the rain made it difficult to hear, Mammon sniffled and finally returned the hug. His human really was the best.

“You’re too nice to me… ya know that?” Mammon whispered.

MC pressed a soft kiss to his lips and smiled. “Get used to it, because I don’t plan on stopping.”

Leviathan

Levi had to psyche himself up for months in order to do this… he had seen and swooned over cliche TV show dates thousands of times and now, he wanted to take MC on one.

Simply asking them was a Herculean task all on its own… Levi tried to kabedon them, and failed miserably and ended up head butting MC by accident. The Avatar of Envy could have shrivelled up and died of embarrassment right then and there, but MC let out the sweet laugh that never failed to make Levi’s heart swell. They accepted the date request.

When the day came, the two left the HOL, and Levi began his checklist of things that needed to happen to make this a perfect date. First! Dinner!

Dinner… did not pan out well to say the least. The place they had decided to go to was incredibly crowded and the two of them got seated in just the worst spot. They ended up needing to end their meal early and eat outside because Levi was getting hit with a bad case of sensory overload.

Eating outside wouldn’t have been so bad if it weren’t for the fact that it was cold and windy as hell… Levi was cold blooded… not figuratively, but mostly literally, he did not do well in overly cold environments. He ended up cuddling closer to MC, which would have been really romantic if he hadn’t accidentally spilled their drink all over them.

Okay… that didn’t turn out good… well, after dinner they were supposed to go do some karaoke! Levi loved karaoke! He could sing something cute and sappy for MC, that was a romance staple!

And the karaoke place was closed for renovations… ugh…

Levi wanted to just go home and abandon the whole date idea, but MC looped their arm around him and pulled him away from the closed karaoke place.

“Remember the arcade we went to a few months ago? I saw it on the way here, let’s go there instead.” “Are you sure you want to keep this date with me going..?” “Positive.”

The arcade was fun until Levi spotted the DDR (Devil Dance Revolution) game that he and MC got the high score on last time. Levi wanted to see what other noobs had tried and failed to beat him and MC.

It turned out… someone beat them…

It seemed like Baphomet and Azazel made a good DDR team because they had managed to knock Levi and MC down to second place by a lot, that wasn’t all, apparently someone was salty after not getting past Levi and MC and put “are dumb” under their names!

Levi was practically frothing at the mouth when he pulled MC to the DDR machine to restore their lost honour. They… did not restore their lost honour. Levi ended up getting so upset he tried to unplug the machine, which somehow ended up permanently freezing the high scores onto the screen. It seemed that the entire Devildom would know that Baphomet and Azazel were better than Levi and MC, and that they were both dumb…

There was still one more thing Levi had planned on doing during his date with MC, he wanted to take them to a cherry blossom tree and suavely kiss them under it. Sadly, there were no cherry blossom trees in the Devildom, but there was a pretty decent substitute that was in bloom during that time of year. Levi and MC made their way to a spot where Levi knew there was a tree, and stood under it.

That was when Levi suddenly realized he had no clue how to be suave and began to stutter-spiral. MC patiently waited for Levi to properly articulate what he wanted to say, when they spotted a unicorn in the distance! MC excitedly pointed it out to Levi, who immediately went pale. Apparently Devildom unicorns are very territorial and very aggressive. They are Satan’s familiar for a reason…

Booking it from a unicorn was not how Levi wanted to end the date… it really wasn’t… but the final straw that broke the camel’s back had arrived in the form of a single raindrop. Then another… then another…

“Levi, please get out of the pond…”

“Leave me, find someone better.”

After the rain had started, Levi had taken off his jacket, handed it to MC, then proceeded to float face down in full demon form in the middle of a pond. The Avatar of Envy was so tired and embarrassed that he just wanted the pond to consume him.

“Levi,” MC tutted. “You’re going to get struck by lightning.”

“Good.”

“Leviathan!”

MC’s sudden shout caused Levi to flail in the water for a brief moment before he was able to use his tail to stabilize himself as managed to tread water.

“Get out of the pond right now! The Lord of Shadows would never abandon Henry like this!”

“The Lord of Shadows is cool, I’m not…” Levi crossed his arms and sunk ever so slightly deeper into the water.

“What the hell are you talking about?” MC asked. “Did we watch the same show? The Lord of Shadows is a huge dork, like you, now get out of the pond so we can go home and not get struck by lightning.”

Defeated by the power of friendship/love/fandom brotherhood, Levi made his way back to shore and was given a quick whack to the back of the head.

“Ow!”

“That’s for being a sulky dummy!” MC then yanked Levi forward by the front of his shirt and kissed him. Levi nearly gasped and began to fanboy right then and there in the middle of the kiss. A rain kiss! A dramatic kiss in the rain! That was one of the best tropes ever! “And that, was for trying to take me on a sweet date.”

“M-marry me…” Levi whispered before he could stop himself. MC giggled and patted one of his now bright red cheeks.

“Maybe someday.”

Satan

Going on fun spontaneous dates really wasn’t Satan’s forte, he preferred a schedule, but both he and MC had the afternoon free and Satan didn’t feel like bumming around at home when the two of them could do that any other day.

Oh-so charmingly taking his beloved MC by the hand and leading them to the nearest cat-cafe was the first thing Satan could think to do. He loves cats, he loves MC, what could possibly ruin a nice afternoon with both?

When the two reached the cafe, they were met with an employee closing the place early, claiming that all the cats had actually gotten adopted and they were waiting for more rescues to come in.

Satan couldn’t decide whether to be upset about the lack of cats, or happy that the cats got adopted into loving homes like they deserved. Satan settled on being aggressively happy.

It was no big deal, there were other things they could do together, like go to a library, or bookstore, or a museum, the possibilities were endless!

Well, it would have been endless if it wasn’t for the world conspiring to make Satan loose his cool. First, the line for his favourite book store was looped around the block because of a new book release. Inconveniencing, sure, but nothing too awful, there was a nice park nearby, the two decided to relax on one of the benches.

Problem number two arose when some idiot threw a Fangol ball a little too far and it ended up hitting Satan, then bouncing off his head and hitting the tree that the bench was under, normally, this would be rude and annoying but nothing that would activate Satan’s volcanic temper, except for the tiny issue that there was a wasp nest in that tree that decided Satan’s drink was enemy #1.

After being stung approximately eight times in the hand, Satan wasn’t doing too good, MC could tell and offered to go to the doctor’s with him. As Satan led them out of the park and towards the sidewalk he assured MC that there was nothing to worry about…

But MC, holder of Satan’s heart, went to go get him ice anyway.

The third and final thing to make Satan blow his top, the rain… the cold… depressing… rain…

“Oh…” MC mumbled as they looked up at the rain, then at Satan, whose hands were balled into fists so tight that his palms began to bleed. “Satan are you-”

Completely silent, Satan strode toward a nearby dumpster and slammed his foot into the metal, sending the entire thing into the back of the dead-end alley. The entire dumpster practically compressed and folded in on itself from the sheer force of the kick.

“Do you want to go home?” MC asked gently, taking a few steps towards him, Satan slowly nodded.

“Y-yes. I think that’d be the smart thing to do.” Satan massaged his forehead and took the ice from MC. “It seems that spontaneity isn’t our strong suit as a couple.”

MC sighed and nodded. “Yeah, we should go back to planning this stuff beforehand, and… you know,” They gestured around the two of them. “check what’s open and what the weather’s going to be before we head out.”

Only MC could soothe Satan’s temper as quickly as it flared up, and MC was getting covered with rainwater. That just wouldn’t do. He turned to MC and offered them his jacket. “I don’t want you to get cold.”

“Isn’t your line supposed to be ‘here, take this, you might catch a cold’?” MC lightly teased as they took the jacket. “Like a classic romantic lead?”

Satan shook his head and laughed softly. “No, that’s a common misconception. You can’t actually get the common cold or flu from being out in the rain. The real danger is hypothermia or frostbite.”

“Ah,” MC looped their arm around Satan’s and held his non swollen hand. “So smart, tell me more about the dangers of hypothermia.”

“Don’t tease, dearest, or I’ll take back my jacket.”

Asmodeus

Asmo had just the most stressful day… and decided that he and his sweet MC just had to go on a nice date together to fix it!

Most dates with Asmo had a sort of three act structure, first they would coordinate their outfits together for the actual date activity, then they’d do whatever they set out to do, then they’d go home and either snuggle, or do the Devil’s tango, whichever MC was feeling up for.

But on this particular day, the three act structure was being ruined. It started with the outfit coordination, somehow everything Asmo had that would match with what MC was wearing was in the laundry, he had to be convinced by MC that this wasn’t that big of a deal and the two of them would look radiant whether they matched or not.

Since that was settled, Asmo and MC made their way to Asmo’s all time favourite spa, which was not closed, no no no, it was actively on fire.

“How… how did this happen?” “Well, there were a lot of candles burning in that place, I guess we’ll just have to save the spa trip for another date.”

Everyone was fine by the way

Oh well, it would take more than a raging inferno to ruin Asmo’s date, he was determined to have a good time, so he cheerily took MC’s hand and led them away from the fire. He also casually mentioned that being so close to danger was a total turn-on.

MC very quickly ended that comment with a kiss, Asmo can’t make inappropriate sex jokes when he’s kissing his favourite person. It was truly a testament to his complete and utter adoration of MC that Asmo was willing to share the top spot of his list of favourite people with them!

While on their merry way to find something else to do, Asmo’s fan club caught wind that he and MC were on a date and decided to make their appearance. Now Asmo’s groupies are normally very sweet, but they can also be incredibly unaware of boundaries.

Everywhere Asmo and MC looked, one or two of Asmo’s fans would be half hiding and half spying on how the date was going. It was common knowledge that Asmo x MC was the OTP of the entire club, and some of the members wanted to get a peak of their ship doing something romantic.

As much as Asmo loved attention, it was getting kind of… creepy. He began to usher MC away from certain areas and tried to find a suitably nice place to get away from prying eyes.

The pair ended up in this absolutely gorgeous public garden that was thankfully quite empty. Though, all it took was one awkward step with the kind of shoes he was wearing and Asmo fell straight into a rose bush.

MC had to quickly get to work kissing Asmo’s cut up face better before he started to cry and ruined his mascara. What was even worse was that the fall messed up Asmo’s shoe and he’d have to walk back to the house like an uncoordinated baby deer.

Everything was fine… just fine… no need to worry… everything was… cloudy…

The moment the first drop of rain landed in front of Asmo he stood completely stiff and still.

“Don’t.” He growled. “I just got my hair fixed.”

The rain didn’t listen, and began pouring down, absolutely drenching Asmo and MC in a matter of minutes. MC tried to pull Asmo towards an alcove or a covered patio so they could call a cab home, but the Avatar of Lust refused to move. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, smiled serenely to himself, then looked back up to the sky and screamed with the hatred of a thousand suns:

“FUCK YOU TOO FATHER!”

It was quite a scene for MC to witness, Asmo rarely fully lost his cool, especially not enough to swear like an ‘uncouth barbarian’, combine that with his running mascara, scratched up face, and dirty clothes, he looked more like a feral movie star that was just rescued from the woods than the solid ten out of ten MC normally knew him as.

“Momo?” MC gently patted his back. “Come on, we should go home.”

Asmo finally turned to look at his sweet MC, the poor thing shouldn’t have seen him act like this… the day had gone completely horribly and he just had to drag MC into this, didn’t he? He felt his heart drop right into his gut as he practically collapsed into his human’s arms.

“Oh MC, I’m so sorry I dragged you out today… we should have just stayed home…”

“Asmo,” MC weighed their options, before settling on just rubbing his back. “There there.”

The awkward sniffling and snorting continued for the next couple of minutes while MC called a ride service to come pick the two of them up.

“Thank you, MC,” Asmo sniffled. “You’re the sweetest thing in the universe…”

“You’re sweet too, Asmo. It’s a shame today didn’t work out.”

“Mhm…”

“We can still save this date, you know? When we get back home we can take a bath and snuggle.”

“That…” Asmo sniffed. “That sounds really nice, MC.”

“Anytime spent with you is nice, Asmo.” MC then rolled their eyes while Asmo giggled. “Man that was corny…”

Beelzebub

Beel had come back from one hell of a Fangol game, and he was in an amazing mood! He wanted to take MC out to celebrate!

Between-meal snacks were packed, and they set off to the carnival. Nothing could beat the nice smell of fried dough, Carmel apples, popcorn, and spending time with MC.

Of course, the food wasn’t the only thing Beel wanted to enjoy with MC, there were rides and games to try while they enjoyed their snacks. First they made their way to the teacup ride.

In theory, having big strong Beel to spin the big wheel in the middle to make the teacup move would be a good thing, but even though it was the first ride, MC had eaten quite a lot of carnival snacks.

Beel only had to spin the centre disc once for the disc to both break and make the teacup to whirl around at a speed that practically threw them into Beel’s side. MC then… well… vomited. Everywhere.

Since Beel accidentally ripped the centre disc off, he couldn’t slow the teacup down manually to stop the puke-tornado, so it took a little while before the ride operator realized that something was wrong and stopped the ride.

The walk off the ride was both embarrassing and completely nauseating, MC needed to stumble to the nearest trashcan and hurl. Beel did his best to comfort his poor human and mumbled quite a lot of apologies.

“I’m sorry MC…” “Beel, it’s okay… I’d uh, kiss you but the… vomit.”

Both Beel and MC decreed that maybe rides weren’t the best idea after that, and went over to check out the carnival games.

After a few unsuccessful tries at a few games, a plushie caught MC’s eye and they were absolutely smitten with it. Beel vowed to win it for them, and lined himself up to try the pitching game.

Well, something good came out of that… Beel threw so fast it may have broken a record, the bad thing was that the ball tore through the tent and caused the whole thing to collapse.

The tent then caught fire after landing on some of the candles that were set up… the plushie went up in flames…

Beel turned to MC, who wordlessly patted him on the back. At… at least they still had their snacks…

As Beel and MC made their way to the exit, a group of kids rushed past the pair, Beel, not wanting to step on or bump into any of them, awkwardly wobbled, then fell and dropped all of his emergency snacks.

And then came the rain…

“Oh…” Beel mumbled as he stared down his spilled food, MC quickly wrapped their arms around him, looking up at him with a half-hearted smile.

“We can buy some more, or wait until we get home, it’s okay, Beel.”

The Avatar of Gluttony slowly nodded, tearing his gaze away from the wasted snacks. Thunder sounded above the two and the cold rain began to beat against them.

When Beel looked down at MC, he felt his heart flutter in his chest, they weren’t upset at him, they weren’t angry… they just wanted to make him feel better… Beel nodded resolutely to himself, he was going to make MC feel better too! He picked MC up bridal-style and began to walk away from the rapidly emptying carnival.

“B-Beel?” MC sputtered.

“Let’s go home, MC, I have cookies hidden in one of the cabinets that we can share.”

MC looked up at their sweet cinnamon roll, then buried their face in his chest. Their shoulders shook slightly as they looped their arms around Beel’s neck.

“M-MC?” Beel asked, he tried to shift MC in his arms to see if they were crying, but MC looked up at him with a sweet smile.

“You’re just the best, Beel. Never forget that.”

Belphegor

The Avatar of Sloth doesn’t exactly “do” traditional dates, but even he could tell that MC wanted to do something a little more exciting than “lay in bed and make out until Belphie falls asleep”.

Since Belphie is a totally wonderful brat boyfriend, he decided to take MC out to the best possible place in the human world for some stargazing… and napping.

He even put together a picnic basket so he and MC could eat while watching the sunset before the stars came out!

The favourite blanket was packed, the picnic basket was ready, and Lucifer gave the two permission to visit the human world for the evening. Belphie took a mental note to avoid doing any pranks for a week as a thank-you to his older brother.

Well, the first problem came when the two spread out the blanket and opened up the basket to find… nothing. Belphie immediately thought that Beel must have eaten their food, but then the memory of the food clearly sitting in the fridge entered his mind. He had forgotten to put the food in the basket… and he was too lazy to check why the basket was so light…

Oh well… no big deal, MC had a big lunch. The second problem came in the form of a swarm of mosquitoes. Gross, bloodsucking mosquitos.

“MC?” “Yeah?” “Did you happen to pack bug spray before I took you out on this surprise picnic?” “No…”

Belphie’s solution was to use his tail to bat the bugs away, but that proved to be quite useless. It didn’t help that while both MC and Belphie were being eaten alive, Belphie would end up accidentally thwacking MC with his tail.

Well, at least the sunset was nice, or it would have been if Belphie hadn’t slept through it by accident.

It was classic Belphie to manage to sleep through anything interesting, and apparently he also missed out on a shooting star which soured his mood even more.

The only little bright spot of the date so far was that MC did say that they wished for something for him on that shooting star… hopefully wish magic might salvage the date…

After being awoken by MC to look up at the sky, the two realized that something was… missing. Where were the stars?

MC and Belphie were laying on their backs facing the clouded over sky when they both had the dawning realization of what was to come.

Rain.

Of course… mosquitoes are extra active and crazy before a storm… that’s why they were coming at them…

Belphie let out a dejected sigh as the first raindrop of many hit the tip of his nose. MC scratched at their arms and began to pack up the blanket into the empty picnic basket. At least the blanket wouldn’t get too wet.

Well, he fucked this up royally. The Avatar of Sloth almost never put any actual work into something that didn’t benefit himself, but MC had managed to make themselves the exception. He wanted to make them happy, he wanted to see that cute little face they made when he’d crack a joke or make a quip about something, but now, lying flat on his back staring up at a coming rainstorm, Belphie had come to the crippling realization that all his work went to waste.

“You know, MC, the outdoors is going to lose my patronage.” Belphie murmured, blinking a few raindrops out of his eyes as the rain began to patter down with more ferocity. “I think the two of us should stick to indoor dates.”

“Couldn’t agree more.” MC sighed as they used the picnic basket as a makeshift umbrella.

“I’m um…” Belphie began, guilt twisting in his gut. “I’m sorry this turned out so shitty.”

“It’s okay, Belphie.” MC pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. “If by some miracle the food that was supposed to be in the fridge hasn’t gotten eaten by the time we get back home, we’ll eat a late dinner, cuddle, and then sleep till noon.”

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[tamcitrus]

Fire and moon.

pairing: Benimaru Shinmon x fem. reader

genre: nsfw

words: 3,5 k.

warnings: a bit of degradation, public sexy time, orgasm denial, overstimulation, dom/sub undertones.

tam’s notes: Hi miss @writeiolite​ ! I’m you HQC secret santa! ♥ I was so nervous when I got you omg sjkdhas because I admire your writing so much, you’re so talented and an amazing person so I was a little afraid my writing wouldn’t be good enough. I’m so thankful for meeting you and all the beautiful people in the server. Thanks for being so welcoming, thanks for letting me help you and be a part of the staff and most of all thanks for being my friend. I hope you like this ♥

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When you left the Holy Sol Temple and chose to move to Asakusa, you never expected to find a man that attracted you there. The proto-nationalist land wasn't a place where you expected to have fun. You just wanted to keep a low profile and be in peace.

But then you saw this man, flying through the sky and destroying everything on his way down to finally land in front of an infernal and punch right through his chest. And something sparked inside you. It wasn't your pyrokinesis or a fight or flight response. It was something else.

Shinmon Benimaru. That was his name. Fire Force Seventh Company’s Captain. Asakusa’s King of Destruction. The #1 enemy of the Holy Sol Temple, or so they said.

After that destruction scene, you walked through the city trying to get more information on him. But also, just socialicing. It would be weird for a new citizen to ask too much about the same person. More so if that person was the head of the city.

This “king” wasn’t like others you could imagine. He wasn’t unapproachable, living in a castle surrounded of gold and extravagant stuff. He was there, among his people, walking through the streets and greeting everyone by their name. He received gifts, food, and talked to those that stopped him. You could say just by looking that he was recognized as a leader. Even when he didn’t acknowledge that himself.

The stars were on your side because soon after that you met him in the thermal waters. He was there, sitting with his arms stretched by his sides and with his eyes closed. You felt like a sparkle inside you, almost like tickles. You walked in silence to the other end of the pool, going in and sitting very slowly.

Benimaru felt another presence behind him and then felt the water moving as you submerged your body in the warm waters. He opened his eyes for a second to look at you and then closed them again. He preferred to be alone but as long as you wouldn’t talk to him he didn’t mind the company.

You were quiet the whole time you were there. It wasn’t an unpleasant silence. But you were expectant. You tried to not look at him. You really tried but you allowed yourself to observe what was on your eye level.

He was handsome. Not that you didn’t know that, but it was a whole different experience having him in front of your eyes, not even a meter away from your body. And naked. He was naked.

Of course he’s naked, these are thermal waters, you thought.

You were naked too. Suddenly you were self conscious, even when he wasn’t looking. You crossed your arms over your chest to cover yourself and closed your eyes to submerge your whole body underwater and came up again. You sat there in silence again, looking at the moon, the house behind the man, the rocks and everything but him.

Eventually he left. You looked aside but still you noticed he stopped to look at you for a second too long.

You left a bit later, after you were sure he was long gone. You said goodbye to the nice lady in the reception and went home.

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Later that week, you were alone having dinner in a bar and he appeared.

"I don't know you, you're new here," he said as he nonchalantly sat on your table.

"Do you know everyone in this town?" you asked him. 

He sighed. That wasn't the answer he was waiting for.

"I do, actually," he said. 

The waitress silently approached and left him a glass full of something.

"Welcome, Benimaru-san. If there's something else you need you can tell us, the house invites you today," she said and walked away.

"Benimaru-san, nice to meet you," you said, playing fool. You knew who he was.

"And you are…?"

"New in town. I really like Asakusa," you smiled. His face looked more irritated than just a minute before. "You can call me y/n."

"No last name, uh?" he chugged the drink the girl left for him.

"I got rid of it," you said. And that was true.

"That's not a lot of information."

"You'll have to buy me a drink and I'll tell you more about me," you winked at him.

He clicked his tongue and you laughed.

“Just don’t cause troubles in my town,” he said and left.

“I’ll try!” you said as he walked out.

All the people at the bar were looking at you but you didn’t care, you had fun and he came to you.

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Would it be worth it to cause some trouble just to see his pissed face again? As you were thinking of some options for “trouble” you went to the thermal house again. And he was there.

“You again?” he said without even opening his eyes.

“It’s a small town,” you casually said.

“Are you following me?”

“Says the guy who showed up on my table out of nowhere,” you answered as you rushed to get into the hot water.

He remained silent again. It was the same as the last time, you sitting in front of him under the moonlight in a comfortable silence.

Even if you were comfortable, you were itching to bug him some more. Still, you just chose to keep your mouth closed. You rested your back on the rocks behind you and found a comfortable position to rest your head too, so you had to do the minimum effort to hold your body. You opened your eyes again when you heard Benimaru getting out of water, you felt drowsy and rubbed your eyes to force yourself to be fully conscious again.

"Don't drown here, this is my favorite place," he said as he walked away.

You looked at him and were about to give some sarcastic answer but then you saw his bare back and his ass and ate your words.

Holy Sol, that body. It had to be illegal to be so built and so handsome.

Before you fell asleep in the water again you got up and left too.

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"So you did cause trouble."

Same bar, same table, same man appearing out of nowhere in front of you. You huffed.

"I defended myself," you explained.

"That's why you beated up some guy?"

"If someone fights me I'll fight back," you explained.

"Which company sent you here?" Benimaru asked.

You laughed out loud.

"I'm not a fire force member."

"You have powers. The Holy Sol Temple sent you here?" he insisted.

"I left the Temple a long time ago," you smiled.

He stared at you, you supposed he was processing the information you just gave him.

"Well, have a nice day, Captain. I might see you later," you said and left him there.

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That night you were the first one in the thermal house. It was weird to be there without Benimaru's big chest in front of you, distracting you from the beautiful full moon that shone over your heads. You positioned yourself again in that way that let you just be sitting without any effort and closed your eyes.

"You again?" you said when you felt the water moving. You knew it was Benimaru.

"This is my town," he answered, ignoring your teasing.

"Right, I'm sorry, your highness."

He clicked his tongue. He thought about what Konro said earlier. Maybe she just wants to provoke you, Waka.

"Are you trying to provoke me?" he inquired.

"Who knows," you smiled.

"I wanna know," he said and closed a little the distance between your bodies.

"I told you you had to take me out first if you wanna know more about me," you licked your lips.

"I could just make you tell me in some other way," he threatened.

"Maybe if you fuck my brains out…" you battled your eyelashes as sweetly and innocently as you could.

He was over you the next second, his hand pulling your hair and making you throw your head back. His body felt warm against yours, even inside the hot water.

"I know you want it too, Captain~" you chirped. "Just stop thinking for a second and let your body take control…"

Yes, he did want it. It was weird to find someone that didn't fear him or admire him as if he was a royalty member. Then you appeared and you gave him all these contradictory signals. It was frustrating. He wanted to erase that cocky smile from your glossy lips… 

He kissed you. His mouth was demanding and the hand holding your hair guided your movements at will. You locked your legs around his hips, holding him close to you, and tangled your hands on his long hair. His hands went underwater to squeeze your ass and thighs and you moaned inside his mouth. You felt his leg under your body next and with little effort he walked out of the water with you clinging to him. He walked to the changing room and let you down over the bench that was there. You were about to sit and take his erection on your mouth but he pushed you back down.

"Who told you you could move?" he asked. The answer was implied in his voice. The atmosphere changed, he was in control now. Your teasing wouldn't affect him anymore. You rubbed your thighs in expectation.

You observed him as he slowly walked to close the doors -the one that gave you access to the reception and the back door you just crossed- and then he kneeled between your legs. The fact that you two were already naked saved some time.

He started circling your clit with his still wet fingers. You started whimpering after a minute, his calloused hand was doing wonders on your body. He pushed his middle finger inside you and kept rubbing your clit with his thumb. He moved his finger in circles inside you, enjoying your moans and your walls clenching his digit. He added his point finger in and sucked your clit on his mouth one time after another until you were almost screaming.

"Fuck, that feels so good," you whined.

If he just moved his fingers a bit faster you would…

He stopped and pulled his fingers out to stand up. When you looked at him he took his fingers to his mouth and sucked your juices from them slowly and pumped his dick with his other hand, putting on a show for you.

"Suck," he said as he pushed his fingers with precum on your mouth.

You obliged. You hollowed your cheeks and suck his fingers, moving your tongue around so you cleaned them perfectly.

"You'll have to do much better than this if you wanna cum," he said like he was disappointed.

He was over you kissing you again, his tongue took your breath away. You could feel his dick against your belly, it was so hot and leaking a bit. Your mouth watered at the thought of having it on your mouth. Subconsciously your hand moved to grab his dick but he stopped you.

"It seems you don't understand you can't move unless I say so," he said. He took a belt from a bathrobe and tied your hands together with it. You whined at the restriction and pouted at him.

"Bad girls don't deserve a nice treatment," he said. "And you're a bad girl."

"I'll do better next time," you said with a pout still on your mouth.

He pulled from the belt to make you sit. Your mouth was an inch away from his cock but you stood still. You had to be a good girl.

"Suck me off," he ordered.

It was almost a relief to have his dick on your mouth. You felt the bitterness of precum at the end of your throat and the salty taste of the waters you were in minutes ago. You could barely fit it in -it was logical that such a big man had a big dick- but you still tried. You bobbed your head back and forward and twirled your tongue around his length. He cupped your breasts and pinched your nipples, your muffled moans caused a nice tickling sensation on his penis.

"This is what it takes for you to shut up, uh?" he thrusted into your mouth a few times, going deeper each time.

He growled when he pushed just a bit further than the back of your throat. You resisted your gag reflex and deepthroated him as tiny tears formed in the corner of your eyes. It wasn't unpleasant, it felt good and despite his size he was being careful, which only added to your overwhelming sensation of arousal.

You needed some kind of relief. You needed to be touched or to have Benimaru inside you, but considering his dick was still on your mouth that wasn't an option. So you touched yourself, lucky you had your hands tied in front of your body. It didn't take long for him to realize and take a step back. He sighed and looked down to you, his long hair covering most of his face. You froze as soon as he looked at you.

"On your hands and knees," he whispered.

You obeyed and smiled to yourself at his bored tone. Because his eyes were lit up, he was having fun.

You positioned yourself as you could in the little bench and waited. His big hand was over your ass just rubbing it and squeezing. Then he raised his hand and slapped you.

"Fuck," you moaned.

"I thought you would be able to take orders given your past," he said as he rubbed your skin again. "I guess not."

He slapped your ass again and you moaned. He used one hand to rub your abused skin and the other to tease your entrance. You cried at his touch, your walls were clamping around nothing.

"Ple-please," you cried when he slapped you again.

His fingers were on your clit now, circling it and his thumb was going up and down on your pussy but not inside.

"Do you think you're in position to ask something, you slut?" he bent down to talk to your ear and you got chills.

He slapped your ass again and he could see his palm marked on your skin on a little prominence. He used his fingers again to stretch your pussy and you moaned, his fingers felt good but you weren't full, you needed more.

"More, please," you asked for it. You could talk now that you didn't have his huge dick on your mouth.

He made you turn around again so he could look at your face as he finally gave you what you wanted: his dick inside you. Your face and moans were a mixture between pleasure and relief. And he was having fun. Real fun and enjoyment, not like other times he met someone to satisfy his needs.

He felt your legs trembling and your hips were moving frantically, not matching his movements anymore. So he stopped. You whined and wiggle your hips to get him to move again.

"If you don't stay still I'll walk out through that door right now," he warned.

You sighed, tears threatened to fall from your eyes again. He traced patterns on your thighs with his fingers and observed how you put your tied hands over your eyes. It was taking all of your will to not move. He was stretching you so nicely, you swear you could even feel the shape of his veins on your walls, you felt full and almost satisfied. When he no longer felt the insistent clenching of your walls on his dick, he bent down and took one of your nipples on his mouth. You cursed out loud when he took your bud gently between his teeth. You never expected a tough man like him to be so gentle. Your climax was gone again but it wouldn't take much to build it back up. Benimaru put his mouth to work on your other nipple and gave a gentle thrust that caused you to moan again. How could he stay still being balls deep into you? How could he resist the urge to just chase his climax?

He thrusted again and you felt tight, like your pussy was accustomed to him not moving. It felt good, you fit on him like a glove, just like the right amount of pressure to not fall off. He circled your clit with his fingers again and you locked your legs embracing his hips again to have him deeper inside. He kissed you again and put his arm around your waist to hold you up against him and then your back hit a wall. You throw your hands behind his head to use his shoulders for support and adjust your hold on his hips before he started to thrust again. But this time he wasn't so gentle. He was going fast and strong, his tip touched your g spot every few times and you bit his neck to muffle your moans.

"It will take more than that to mark me," he said in an arrogant tone.

You huffed. You would be all marked up tomorrow with shapes of fingers and hands: on your waist, on your thighs, your ass. You heated your wrists enough to burn the belt restricting your movements and scratched his back with force. Your walls clenched when you heard him growl. That much will do to mark him, so you'll do it again.

His thrusts were reckless and he changed his angle from time to time. He held your waist with one arm and the other was on your leg, spreading it apart for him to get liberty with his movements.

"I'm so so close," you cried in his ear.

He knew it, he could feel it. His dick was being pressed hard in your pussy and it felt better than ever. It wouldn't take much for him to cum either. He kneeled and let your body down on the floor in front of him to take your legs and put in on his shoulders so he could thrust in a different position. Your back arched out of sheer pleasure and you moaned his name again. You couldn’t even warn him that you were on your climax before it happened, you just took his arm and scratched him even harder than before. Fucks and oh-s left your mouth each time his dick rubbed your cervix. You notice he was slowing down and you knew what he was thinking.

“Fill me up,” you said in a lustful voice. “Fill me up, please,” you used your heels to push him back to you.

He didn’t doubt anymore. He was back with his merciless thrusts, balls deep into you again. His dick was a bit harder to take after your orgasm but you couldn’t complain. You just wanted him to cum inside you and you even might be able to cum again just from the thought of if it. He found an angle in which both were moaning and he kept going strong. Your legs were trembling again and he felt tiredness on his muscles too. So he buried his cock on you a few more times and the little hold he had on his body snapped. He cummed inside you and you had another orgasm when you felt his semen filling you up.

After a minute he pulled out and collapsed by your side, both of you were struggling to catch your breath. You could just fall asleep there, or maybe in the warm water? As you weighed your options, Benimaru got up and walked outside and back. He kneeled by your side and cleaned you up.

"Oh, aren't you a gentleman?" you teased him. But you were grateful he wasn't a jerk as he looked he could be.

"Shut up," he said.

He cleaned himself and got dressed. You heard him talk with the old lady manager, asking for water and something to eat.

"There's a private room, you can stay here tonight if you're tired," he said as he observed you get dressed.

"Will you stay with me?" you smiled.

"Who knows," he answered and left.

You followed him to the private room where he was already sitting and eating. You took a seat in front of him and ate too. With a bit of teasing and other bit of luck maybe you could get a second round.

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king of hearts | d.sc

PAIRING. dong sicheng x reader

GENRE. high school!au, fluff, slight angst, kind of e2l

WARNINGS. none (lmk if i missed any!)

WORD COUNT. 6.7k

SUMMARY. sicheng’s subtle flirts are not working effectively but it only motivates him to try and woo you more. the devil sure works hard but dong sicheng works harder.

PLAYLIST. king of hearts

TAGLIST. @floraljae @clovdless @mashiihearts @ndr1271 @kunrengui (shoutout to mashi for being a major help in the process of writing this <3)

// just to let you guys know, reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated !! thank you for reading :D

music was blaring through the multiple loudspeakers scattered around the school grounds, booths of various interests that were set-up by the clubs being swarmed by visitors and ecstatic oohs and aahs from the ones playing games can be heard intermittently. the annual school festival of redlands high, an event that is looked forward to by every single student there. or maybe not, you’re quite unsure of the self-made data.

you immediately made a beeline to the dance club booth which is managed by yangyang, the president also holding the title of your best friend. a cartoonish grin crept up on his face when he spots you walking towards him.

“so, what do you think? looks legit, huh?” he crossed his arms together, observing the design of the booth with a proud smile. the set-up is definitely eye-catching, not much decorations going on, adding to the simplicity of the white theme with gold touch-ups. you browsed through the plastered posters on the board, inviting people to sign up for their upcoming audition. looking up to the signboard hanging outside, you showed a thumbs up towards him, muttering a quick ‘perfect’.

“so what exactly is your booth doing? there’s not much… activity going on?” you scratched the non-existent itch on your left eyebrow. the boy in front of you gave you an eye roll before explaining that there will be mini dance games - or just dance as he worded. an amused sound left your lips as you bent down, dropping your signature in the guestbook on the wooden table.

“are you coming to the stage shows tonight? i heard there’s a new band performing,” your ears perked up instinctively upon hearing the words. after your sister graduated high school, nobody paid any attention to keep the band going. the zikas, a trio that made the music club strive back then. either the newer batches were too lazy to make an effort or too scared if they weren’t up to the already high standards of the school.

“i’m going if you’re going,” you simply stated, which made yangyang flash you the same grin from before. you said your simple goodbyes when people started lining up to try the just dance game at his booth. after he reminded you to wait for him by the statue, you went off to check out the food sales, eager to fill your growling stomach since this morning.

you can do this, sicheng. you can do this.

he made sure to double check the tuning of his guitar for one last time before joining the rest of his bandmates on the stage. his tall and slim physique surely left an impact, seeing that some of the audience suddenly became more invested in the performance compared to the others. he’s wearing some band’s shirt - probably green day since it’s quite similar to your sister’s posters in her room, black leather jacket and his black hair middle parted. not to miss the silver pendant necklace on his neck, sparkling under the spotlight.

the moment he struck the pick through the strings of his electric guitar, the drummer and bassist followed after, producing a melody that is pleasing to your ears. he held the microphone closer to his mouth, singing the lyrics as you bobbed your head up and down to the covers they sang - american idiot and helena are the ones you recognized since you’ve heard the songs so often. yangyang on the other hand kept on sipping the chocolate milkshake in his hand, vibing with the music as well.

the next song was a sentimental one which you assumed is a self-composed one, since you’ve never heard this song before. before you know it, the performance is over and the audience have started packing up their belongings to hang out somewhere else or go home.

“good job everyone, we did well,” yuta, who played the bass earlier, high-fived the rest of the band with a sly grin on his face. guanheng chugged the mineral water down his throat before stashing his drumsticks into the bag while sicheng was lost in his thoughts. he doesn’t know why but you stood out from the crowd, only able to see you just now. he wouldn’t say it’s a crush, not knowing anything about you but it definitely made him feel something. a trigger in his heart, not knowing where it leads to. but what he does know is that you caught his attention.

“and you know what he said? i’ll come back crawling to him just like his other exes. what the heck is even that?” you took out the binders from your locker while listening to ningning rant about her love life. since you haven’t had any relationships before, you’re not really a professional in this aspect of life so you just kept your mouth shut to avoid giving useless advice.

“that sounds so rude, he’s such a jerk,” you commented, taking the first bite of your sandwich afterwards. the tea-spilling session eventually came to an end when she reached her class first and you kept walking to mrs. walker’s, english being your first period. nothing exciting really happened in that class except someone got their phone confiscated for texting in class - just the usual things. classes later, it’s finally recess when you met up with ningning and yangyang in the cafeteria.

“first of all, cut him off. block him. everywhere,” yangyang emphasized the last word, knowing how much of an idiot the guy can be. you just scrolled through your socials, double tapping on certain posts that caught your eye. owning a cat looks fun, you made a mental note to bring the idea to your parents later. the bell rang which signals that classes are starting back soon and the same cycle of events continues before it’s time to go home.

you observed yangyang’s sharp moves, following to the beat of the song echoing in the dance room. it’s currently half past seven and he’s still here, beads of sweat running through his hair. and why would he stay in school so late, you may ask? obviously, he’s here for a reason and it being an upcoming dance tournament is the most accurate one. while you’re here, sitting on the floor, back against the mirror and legs straightened out with your phone in your hand. it amazes you how the goofy boy transforms 360°, being all serious when he’s in his element.

“let’s go home, i’m tired already,” he panted out breathlessly, using a cloth nearby to wipe his sweaty forehead. you wait for him by the glass door as he packs up his things when the lights in the music studio also switched off. you wondered it must be the band guys so you paid no attention whatsoever. of course, your predictions were right when you saw two lads stepping out.

since yangyang is taking too much time tidying up the dance studio and the music studio seems unoccupied, you decided to check it out for a bit. it’s been a long time since you last entered the room, always accompanying your sister for her extra practice when you were younger. not much has changed, except some additions of instruments can be seen. not seeing anything in the dark condition as the room is only illuminated by the faint lights from the hallway, you pushed the switches down only to be met by a gasp.

“what are you doing here?” the tall boy approached you, a stern look visible on his fine features. your eyes scrambled around the room in an attempt to find any logical excuses for your ‘break-in’ but to no avail. your tongue was dry, not a sound escaping your throat when you heard yangyang’s voice, signalling your cue to exit the room and escape from the tension building between you and the boy. he just shook his head, the black hair bouncing left to right as he finally caught on.

it’s you, you’re the girl from the crowd. and your name is y/n.

the walk home was filled with one-sided conversations where yangyang kept on babbling about how he should improve the choreography he created earlier while you only added small comments. your mind is filled with embarrassment, too much that you feel slightly mad at yourself. why didn’t you say anything earlier? now, you look like a complete idiot with communication issues in front of that boy.

“yeah, and remember that pasta? we should definitely try it again, it’s like, so good,” yangyang said, earning a nod from you when you saw the boy from last night’s music studio tragedy approaching your table. you tried to look away but it was too late.

“dude, just wanna let you know that mr. park is seeing us after school,” your grip on your fork loosens up when you realized he wasn’t talking to you. maybe he forgot about the incident? you really hope so.

“yeah, totally. thanks sicheng,” yangyang playfully winked at the latter, earning a disgusted look from him who started walking away. he glanced back at you with a smug smile on his plump lips, making you freeze up again.

he didn’t.

“are you okay, y/n? feeling sick?” ningning furrowed her eyebrows upon seeing your sudden change of demeanor. you shrugged her off and continued to consume the macaroni placed on the tray in front of you, mentally cursing at yourself for the poor life choice you’d made. well, at least you know that his name is sicheng, right?

oh boy, you’re in for a long ride.

you can’t wait to go home and snuggle under the covers, today has been a long and tiring one for you. you had three pop quizzes as if all the three teachers intended so, your class had to run multiple laps during p.e. and so on. you’re already planning your routine in your head, trudging your way to the lockers when you saw him leaning against yours, scrolling down his phone.

“crap,” you muttered under your breath.

there it is, the smirk on his face returns when he spots your figure approaching. oh, how you wish you could wipe it off his face. he moved a couple steps backwards to give you some space to arrange your things before locking it, turning your head towards him.

“i’m sorry, why are you here again? and if it’s because of last night, then i’m sorry if it bothered you or anything,” you huffed out.

“what? i didn’t really care, it’s not like you were stealing anything, right?” he squinted his eyes, eyeing you up and down suspiciously, laughing shortly after seeing you get riled up.

“damn, you really need to learn how to take a joke. y/n, right? i’m sicheng, nice to meet you.”

“why exactly are we having this meet-and-greet or whatever this introduction is?” you crossed your arms, waiting for his response. but he didn’t, immediately turning on his heels and making his way towards the stairs, probably going to the studio.

“jerk,” you cursed under your breath, walking out the school building.

“what? you got accepted? seriously?” ningning’s voice echoed against the cafeteria walls, earning surprised and annoyed glances from other students who were either satisfying their grumbling stomach or simply having conversations. yangyang softly nudged her elbows using his, asking her to lower her voice down before telling you to go on. you were quite surprised as well, the acceptance email was not what you expected to receive. when you filled in the application form, it was just a mere shoot-your-shot agenda to see if you’d make the cut. although this is just a camp, you’re still unsure of what lies ahead.

“yeah, it starts next week. but i’m so nervous though,” you sipped the iced coffee in your hands. you’ve only watched videos of people producing their own music from scratch which you start to take an interest in. however, you’ve never done it hands-on before, only having basic music theory knowledge thanks to the piano lessons your parents signed you up for when you were young.

“you’ll do awesome, i promise,” yangyang gave you a reassuring smile, making you release some tension from the overthinking you’ve had since you received the email last night.

“thanks yang.”

now, here you are on the first day of attending the internship camp. you stood in front of the tall mirror hanging on the wall, straightening your cardigan and applying some makeup onto your face as touch-ups. it’s currently 7:40 in the morning, the earliest time you’ve ever woken up on a saturday. your siblings are still swallowed in their states of sleep. you double-checked the contents in your tote bag, making sure that no important things are left behind. you totally don’t intend on leaving a bad first impression on your first day.

after bidding a swift goodbye to your parents who just woke up, you drove your mother’s old honda to the completely new destination - mbyte studios. the tall building with light grey and blue painted walls definitely made it stand out, a futuristic look catching the eyes of the passersby. taking a deep breath, you entered the main lobby before being escorted to a room on the second floor. you assume it’s a waiting room for all participants of the camp, scanning that majority of the occupiers might be college students. you thanked god that the camp takes place on weekends so your high school senior life won’t be interrupted that much.

DAY 1

your eyes widened when you spot sicheng with the same white and blue tag you’re wearing, seated on the sofa. what the hell is he doing here? you avoided acknowledging his presence, trying to make yourself as unnoticed as possible heading over to occupy the seat farthest from his. after quite some time staring at the paintings hanging on the wall, a middle-aged lady with a petite figure entered the room, making you sit up straight.

“welcome to mbyte studios! i’m the assistant director, mrs. hwang. first and foremost, congratulations on being accepted. it’ a pleasure to witness the start of your musical journey embarking here. i believe that we should know each other first?” she gestured for any volunteers. sicheng stood up from his seat, charisma evident in his stance which left quite an impression on the others. the strong confidence in the way he speaks made the woman smile amusingly.

some names later, it was your turn to introduce yourself. the moment you stood up, he immediately recognized you and you were sure you caught him making some faces. the ice-breaking session went well thankfully, mrs. hwang elaborating on the social rules and the itinerary throughout the whole six days. one that caught your attention was assisting the producers on making a track from scratch, just like you had dreamed of.

when it was finally time for lunch break, you shot up from your seat to get away from sicheng as fast as possible but to your dismay, he beat you to it, jogging up towards your standing position.

“i didn’t know you were into music, what’s the sudden occasion?”

“it’s none of your business actually,” you sneered back, obviously not favouring his attention.

“woah, relax. you’ve got quite a temper, don’t you? by the way, we’re having lunch together,” he placed his phone onto a nearby table, pulling a chair for you.

“just eat on your own, i don’t have the appetite,” you flash a sarcastic grin before disappearing into the women’s restroom. he just laughed bitterly at your response before walking towards the food counter, joining his newly made friend, jaehyun. being the same age, they’re easy to click.

DAY 2

“today, we’ll be focusing on the recording process. you’ll be assigned into groups that will have a tour of the whole department. our staff will facilitate each group,” the manager said loud and clear. you remembered his name was johnny. the tattoo on his shoulder really stands out, considering the fact that he’s always wearing a sleeveless shirt.

but what are the odds when your groupmate is none other than the guy himself, sicheng. it’s like the universe truly resented you for having to be associated with him at any event. your group was escorted to the farthest recording studio on the floor. to say that this was a great experience is truly an understatement, making you observe the gears used in astonishment. you hate to admit it but sicheng has a handful of knowledge on this particular topic, always correctly answering the questions directed by the staff. maybe it wasn’t quite surprising upon knowing that his career choice is a singer, not that you care anyways.

again, nothing out of the ordinary happened today, except that you and sicheng had lunch on the same table. of course, it’s not that you accepted his offer but he welcomed himself to the spot. being the quickly favoured participant among the rest, obviously they welcomed him with open hands. he placed himself among the two guys sitting at the right corner, eyeing you whose eyes are still not leaving the article you were skimming through. with the last spoon of food shoved into your mouth, you quietly excused yourself from the group. sicheng just watched your movements in subtle signs of annoyance.

with the final task of doing microphone check-ups, day two of the camp ended with a breeze. you can’t wait to go home, get into a warm bath and spend the night watching netflix. it was a tiring one indeed but you’re not one to complain. pushing the car keys into the ignition slot, the sound of the engine starting is still nowhere to be heard even after a couple of retries. you rested your forehead onto the steering wheel, cursing silently in your head, having to get a taxi and call your mother about this incident. you’re sure to be receiving a handful from her, not to mention her soft but stingful remarks.

“hey, are you okay?” a deep voice interrupts your stressful state of mind. looking up, it’s sicheng with a concerned look on display. you hesitantly shared your problem, making him press his lips together probably thinking of a solution.

“you know, i don’t really know how to fix your broken engine or whatever but i know someone who can. let me just ring him for a sec. and you’re coming home with me.”

and that’s how you ended up in the front passenger seat, sicheng steering with one hand and the other rested on the windowsill. the faint music from the radio can be heard, probably a song by jon vinyl. you’d steal quick glances to see his other hand dancing in the air, enjoying the rhythm of the song playing. besides that, it was silent as both of you are preoccupied with your own things - sicheng on the road while you on your phone. he tried to make small talk but you would say it’s unrequited, only replying with short sentences. after a good ten minutes drive, the sight of your brown painted gate becomes a sign for him to stop the moving car.

“your car is safe with my friend so you shouldn’t worry about it or anything. also, what’s your number? it’ll be easier for, you know the car business of course,” he reached over to unbuckle your seatbelt, handing over his phone to you after. the close proximity made your breath hitch, the dewy scent of his perfume diffusing into your nose. not too strong, he has a good taste.

“thanks and um, i’ll buy you a drink later. just for today.”

“are you asking me on a date?” there it is, the significant tug on the side of his lips making its presence once again.

“stop being so narcissistic and move along please,” you rolled your eyes before giving him a small wave, stepping into your property. sicheng stared at the numerals on his phone screen, a small, proud grin etched on before driving off the lane.

“how was the camp? met any cute boys?” the first thing you hear in the hue of the blue monday morning is ningning’s chirpy voice. sometimes you wonder how she gets all boosted up at this hour of the day. yangyang is the polar opposite, his appearance as if he just got out of bed, the hood of his denim jacket resting on top of his auburn hair.

“it was good and no, no cute boys. but sicheng was there,” you replied nonchalantly, a mischievous grin crept onto her lips. you can almost predict the words that are going to spill out of her mouth.

“what’s up with her?” yangyang yawned, his eyes lazily gaze at you. you just lifted your shoulders, having no idea whatsoever. a ping sound was heard from your phone, notifying that a new message is received.

unknown: hey sicheng here

unknown: ur car may be ready tmr. want me to drive u there?

listening to your heart, you were about to type ‘no’ but remembering the fact that your parents will be busy the whole day tomorrow and yangyang is coming home late once again, you have no choice but to accept the lad’s help.

now you’re back in his vehicle, the same spot as before. you’ve only noticed now that a musical note charm is hung on the rearview mirror, a semiquaver to be exact. you’d say that it looks authentic, gold specks shining when sun rays hit the surface. observing the interior of his car, there are quite a number of small decorations.

“can we get coffee first? my treat for the car and the ride,” you suggested, looking at him whose eyes are focused onto the road. the traffic is quite pleasing today, nobody honking mindlessly at the other drivers and flipping each other off with the famous middle finger gesture. his side profile does look charming, some type of earrings dangling from his ears. if you’re going to be honest, his appearance does seem to be your type. you’re not one to say about his persona though, always managing to bother you at any time of the day.

“sure, wanna go to the new cafe? i heard it’s good,”. you just nodded while he skillfully steered the steering wheel, moving the car to the new destination. you turned your eyes to look outside from the car window, seeing the one hundred and one manners of the citizens. a mother struggling to take her child who’s having a tantrum out of the toy shop, a young couple having their romantic meal in the french cafe. the motion of the car stopping awakened you who was being distracted by your clouded mind.

from the moment you stepped into the place, the interior caught your attention. the light brown painted walls with black furniture complementing each other perfectly, making a retro-like appearance. the funky song playing faintly in the background surely is a mood-setter, just how you like it. even the barista serving you is being friendly, making a couple of small talk in the midst of operating the machines.

you would say that it was a pleasureful day for you. the exquisite taste of latte washing down your dry throat, getting your car back without too much babbling from your dear mother and the gap between you and sicheng closing in for a little.

the last sentence baffled you for a second.

DAY 3

sicheng’s eyes shot open from the short slumber he was trying to get - failing miserably even, upon spotting you enter through the door. he pulled the chair beside him in hopes for you to get his message and take the seat. a frown made its way onto his face when you just waved at him, making your way to another spot a few chairs to the front. he scoffed, head tilting slightly before approaching you instead. you shot him a puzzled look, roughly translating to ask him what he’s doing here.

“i just want to be close to you. now focus,” he redirected his eyes onto the muscular man who just entered the room. he’s a songwriter - the best one in this company to be exact. you were focused on each point he explained, making small notes on your laptop. it’s not always that you’ll get a chance to be guided by a four-time award winning songwriter, might as well gain some benefits from it.

“another tip i have is to use all types of chords. remember, do not stick to the same ones, you’ll lack creativity. for instance, use major, minor, dominant, diminished, and augmented. i promise you, more ideas will be flowing and better quality songs will be produced. you got me?” the questioned, earning buzzing sounds of positive responses from the hall.

DAY 4

another day of group work, you’re given the task to create a melody according to the themes given - for your group, it’s love. looking at sicheng, he’s already on his electric guitar, strumming mindlessly to find the perfect note to start on. the rest of you are now juicing out some thoughts on this particular sense of human nature.

“love gives us thrill, the feeling of excitement, the feeling when you’re uncertain about something but when you have that special someone with you, you’re sure to wing it all,” jaehyun suggests, earning nods of approval from the rest of your groupmates.

“you’re a pro at this, mr. romantic,” you teased him, earning a soft chuckle. a dimpled smile is etched onto his features, rosy cheeks and his eye smile making you fawn. prince-like visual and a sense of humour? a two in one package, totally.

“not really. i guess i’m a sucker for romance movies,” he rubbed the back of his neck. your small conversation came to a halt when you heard a crooked, loud sound coming from the rough strum on the guitar strings. you turned around to see sicheng gazing directly towards the both of you, a sharp one even. jaehyun just blinked his eyes before catching onto the situation unfolding in front of him while you’re still being completely oblivious. you tilted your head in confusion, unsure of what’s gotten into him.

it’s the day that yangyang has been looking forward to since the past few weeks, his dance tournament. you’re seated with ningning on the bleachers, music from the loudspeakers echoing through the walls. with the cheers of the bewatchers whenever someone captivated them with a trick or dance move, usually the risky ones, it truly is a loud atmosphere.

“now, welcoming contestant number 43 to take the stage,” the host announced, you and ningning clapped with all your might, shouting words of encouragement as well. yangyang took a deep breath before lifting his right hand up, cueing for the music to start playing. just then, there’s the sound of someone plopping down on the hard surface next to you - sicheng. he’s looking casual today, a light yellow hoodie replacing his usual dark clothings.

“what are you doing here?” you shout whispered while ningning raised her eyebrows at you.

“didn’t yangyang tell you? i’m here to watch him dance,” he countered your question before darting his eyes back to the boy who’s busy popping on the dance floor, tinashe’s song playing in the background. he ended his routine with a moonwalk, making his way to the end of the stage. you’re confident that he’s going to win the competition, looking at how precise and clean his moves were. all the late night practices he had eventually paid off when he’s announced as the second placer. nonetheless, he’s still proud of himself, not to mention you and ningning who have been with him throughout his whole journey.

“you did well,” sicheng welcomed him with a fist bump which he reciprocated back. you didn’t know that they were this good of friends.

“i’m starving,” he rubbed his hand onto his stomach, making you remember that your stomach has been rumbling since you only ate a cereal bar that morning. you were about to catch up to yangyang and ningning who were walking fast ahead when you felt a tug on your shirt, looking down to see sicheng crouching down to tie your loose shoelaces.

“you might fall,” he placed his hands into the pockets of his hoodies, waiting for you to come along.

“um, thanks,” you muttered out before catching the glances given by your friends, later teasing you about the scene.

roars of students can be heard coherently, filling the basketball court. the basketball captain, a tall one with black charcoal hair is shooting a three-pointer. the players are then called over to their respective sides for whatever strategy their coaches will be implementing in the third-quarter. the home team is currently leading by five points, knowing that the players wearing the significant red and black jersey have been training their asses off for a while now.

but why exactly did you come to the game tonight? besides from the main event happening in the moment, the other reason is now standing in his position, strumming his electric guitar producing a funky sound that vibrates through the walls - a cue for the start of another buzzing stage. sicheng has been bugging you about watching him perform tonight and after quite some time evaluating, why not? when he finally caught you among the crowd, he flashed you a flirtatious wink. right before the band bowed as gratitude to the audience, he gave you a gesture to wait for him at the back of the gym.

“you came! but seriously, thank you,” he rested the sparkly white guitar against the wall, enveloping you into a hug. this is new, you tried to hide the flustered state of yours as you reciprocated his movement. from the corner of your eyes, you can see a black-haired guy approaching the two of you, followed by one with long, white hair and a bandana nicely keeping the fluffy strands in tact.

“ooh, who’s this?” the first one wiggled his eyebrows, later introducing himself as guanheng, the latter named yuta. to your surprise, the bond between you and them are quick to form with guanheng piloting the conversation. not to mention his subtle jokes making you giggle at times.

“well y/n, your little boyfriend here is getting jealous so we’ll excuse ourselves for now. see you whenever,” guanheng banging his drumsticks into the air while yuta gave you a quick wave before disappearing into the store room of the gymnasium. the nickname they gave sicheng surely made you a bit shy.

boyfriend?

DAY 5

you’re seated in front of the computer screen, your chin resting on the palm of your hands and the tabs of different colours left untouched. you redirected your gaze onto the projector screen, the words ‘arrange, mix, edit and master like a pro’ on it. a long sigh leaving your lips, you try to remember what the producer said earlier.

don’t make the song sound too repetitive

a good buildup promises a good melody

you can have a certain instrument playing only on one part for cinematic impact

DAY 6

“i’m hyo and you’re,” she moved the wheels of her chair to the back a bit to take another look at the clipboard resting on the desk, “sicheng, y/n and jaehyun, right?” the three of you nodded in harmony, anticipating for the next order that will be given.

“okay cool, we’ll be brainstorming first,” and she proceeded to explain what the requirements for this project are. you mouthed out the important points she gave, soft rock, heartbreak and drums. you’re on a roll today, contributing your countless ideas during the first few minutes of the discussion. sicheng just looked at you discussing with hyo, your lips pursed slightly. his gaze seems full of adoration, even jaehyun said so.

“any objections?” hyo looked over to the rest.

“i think she made some great ones. i’m sure this project will come out fresh,” jaehyun voiced out his opinions, sicheng nodding after. he went straight to handling the instruments , you and jaehyun collaborating for the mixing process. hyo eventually chimed in on some times, giving small advice whenever you seem stuck in the brain. with the hours ticking by, you’re feeling more satisfied than ever with your earphones in, listening to the final product created.

all of the participants are then assembled in the hall again, waiting for a final speech by the director which formalizes the end of the camp. sure, you’ve earned worthy knowledge throughout the six days. but if you’re being brutally true to the sound of your heart, it would be how you came to learn sicheng’s true antics. he might be the cocky guy who thinks they have the power to do anything but in truth, he’s just some guy with an honest heart, honest intentions to know you better.

summer break, your most anticipated event for the past few weeks. the moment the last bell rang, that scene in high school musical 2 kept replaying in the back of your head, the students doing a parade in front of the lockers picturing how your little heart is doing backflips in your chest right now. all the beach trips ningning planned is making you feel dizzy. you turned around to a voice calling out your name from the end of the hallway, your eyes catching the sight of sicheng jogging towards your spot. he stopped in front of you, hands on his knees catching his breath.

“are you free tomorrow night? there’s a party at guanheng’s and you know, it would be really cool if you join,” his fingers tracing onto each other, waiting patiently for your response.

you didn’t even have the time to process his invitation when ningning crashed her body against yours, yangyang following suit.

“a party? y/n would totally love to come, right?” ningning nudged your arms softly while yangyang tried to stifle a giggle. you were about to mouth out a ‘what?’ before sicheng cut you off.

“cool, you guys should come too. tomorrow at 10,” he and yangyang exchanged finger guns gestures before leaving the three of you. you just stood there in disbelief, eyeing them up and down before ningning dragged you to the parking lot. a stringful of grumbles escaped your lips, making the guy laugh obnoxiously.

“i can’t believe you guys did that,” you extended the seat belt, buckling it to the slot beside you.

“please. but you do want it, right?” you can’t deny, what she said was true. plus, you should have some fun and distress before having to go back to the usual dull routine of yours.

“how do i look?” you turn around, revealing the baby pink crop top and flare pants on your legs. it’s not your best outfit but giving the cliche excuse - you have nothing to wear, the two articles totally complements each other

“you look hot, that’s all i gotta say. right, yang?” ningning lifted her head from the headboard, glancing over at yangyang who’s going over his messages.

“yeah totally,” he lifted his hands, giving you a thumbs up. you threw a jacket onto your shoulders and grabbed the black purse on your dresser, glancing at the wall mirror one last time.

from the moment you stepped into the venue - guanheng’s place, smells of alcohol lingered around your nose, a group of people cheering ever so loudly over a game of beer pong, some already passed out on the couch. not to mention a brownish stain on the carpet - probably from someone throwing up. the mess would take a whole day to get rid off, you note to yourself. your friends are no longer to be found, both of them getting affiliated with god knows what. your eyes scanned the living room for sicheng but his presence is still nowhere to be found.

you decided to step towards the kitchen bar, pouring a drink for yourself. the mixed sweet and sour taste of it remained on your tongue for a couple of seconds. looking over at the snacks served, you grabbed a strawberry flavoured lollipop from the clear bowl. the crowd is cheering loudly for some type of incident happening at the back of the room, the music has been turned up to be a little louder than the volume before and you’re suddenly getting a little bit overwhelmed. you grabbed your purse and stepped out, inhaling some fresh air and looking up to the starry night sky.

“y/n? where have you been?” sicheng approached you from behind, making you a bit startled.

“sorry, hanging out outside can calm me. where did you go?” you popped the lollipop into your mouth.

“some jerk decided to throw up in front of me,” you pinched your nose with a disgusted expression, making him roll his eyes.

“do you want me to accompany you out here?” he offered. you just nod your head, placing yourself on the patio with him following suit. the sweetening flavour empowering your senses. it’s definitely much more calm out here, allowing you to clear up your mind. it’s not that you hate the atmosphere in the house right now, you’re just not in the mood.

“you know, you look pretty,” you turned around to meet his face. his brown eyes brimming with unconfessed love.

“shut up, stop with the jokes,” you lightly land a smack on his arms.

“what if i say i’m not joking?” he looked straight into your eyes, trying to find any emotion inside you. the sudden seriousness is making you feel much more awkward so you forced out a laugh, turning your attention right back upwards. the stars are shining brightly tonight, you can almost spot a constellation.

“i know what you’re doing, dong sicheng. just stop it already, it’s not working on me.” denial, that’s what you’re experiencing in the hot minute.

a gentle tug can be felt on your wrist, his eyes still not leaving yours.

“didn’t anyone tell you before? you’re really pretty. like, i can’t even describe it to you. you’re just,” he leaned over to caress your cheeks, “pretty,”.

what jaehyun said on the other day is true, after all.

love gives us thrill, the feeling of excitement, the feeling when you’re uncertain about something but when you have that special someone with you, you’re sure to wing it all.

your heart is beating so fast, it could fall out of your chest at any moment now. even the faint music blasting through the speakers inside the house can’t flush down the sound of your heartbeat. you’re not used to this, the sudden need of the significant skin to skin contact that symbolizes love between two individuals.

“can i?” his face in a very near proximity from yours, whispering into your right ear with his honey-like voice. you pulled the candy away from your mouth and nod, giving him the approval he needed before he dived in. heat rose from your stomach to your chest. you could only focus on how soft his crimson lips felt on yours, invading your privacy by all senses. you felt the kiss expand beyond your bodies, whirling you round, swirling you into the stars. he pulled away with a soft smile, you thought you could melt right then and there.

“wow,” that was the only word escaping your throat. your jumping heart still hasn’t settled down yet, your very first kiss still feeling surreal. you could see that sicheng is very much mirroring your emotions, his slender fingers grazing over his lips - the one that has come in contact with yours.

“the strawberry lollipop is sweet,” he commented, making the both of you laugh.

a ping from your phone awakened you from the gushy eye contact with him, unlocking it only to find yangyang’s text message. the second part of it made you fluster.

yang: yo r u coming in or what? and congrats for the kiss, we thought we’d have to wait longer for this

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Grunge-Metal Geralt 3

its finally time 😂 after months of staring at an empty google doc i finally had a useful idea - also y’all, go listen to ‘Brighter Side of Grey’ by Five Finger Death Punch bc that’s the song i based this on and its fire and i love it also all of ffdp is one whole witchery mood

Warnging: vague discussion of a car crash where Geralt was severely injured, big emotionaly vulnerability, swearing?, listen to the song then you’ll get the vibes i promise

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“Give them a break, guys,” Eskel sighed as he wrote down his coffee order, “They had a close call. It’s not like they’re always this…”

“Gross. Skel. The word you’re looking for is gross.” Lambert snatched the paper out of his brother’s hand and stalked out of the room with Aiden in tow. 

Jaskier scrunched his nose and called from where he was tucked under Geralt’s chin, “Did we drive them away? I can get up if it’s too much.” Even as he spoke, neither he nor Geralt so much as twitched to make good on the offer. 

“Doesn’t bother me,” Eskel shrugged. 

Lambert and Aiden, mainly Lambert, were getting fed up with Geralt and Jaskier cuddling and cooing and doing general new couple bullshit. Especially since they’d been together three years now. They were recording a collaboration song, meaning everyone had to be there, but it seemed the two vocalists only really cared about each other. Jaskier sat on Geralt’s lap, played with his hair, stole kisses whenever he could… at one point Lambert caught Geralt tracing Jaskier’s lips and forced a coughing fit to get his attention. He probably thought it was subtle, even if no one else did. So to take a break and get some of what he called ‘patience juice’ (coffee), Lambert ran to their favorite coffee shop while Eskel laid down his bass line. 

It’s not that they were intentionally this annoying, not all the time at least. After the car crash, especially once Geralt started doing well in his physical therapy, the couple just couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Not to say that was the only relationship Geralt was suddenly extra involved in, it was just the most noticeable. 

Finally, after tea and coffee was distributed to everyone it was time for Geralt and Jaskier to, well, do their jobs. Jaskier was fidgeting and humming little scales, doing anything to calm the sudden nerves he felt bubbling up in his stomach. 

“You alright?” Geralt purred, nudging him with his elbow as they stood side by side at their respective microphones. When Jaskier only shrugged he continued, “What's wrong?” 

“I’m just not used to so many people being here while I…” Jaskier motioned to the mic before glancing around him and taking a deep breath, “it’s a vulnerable song…” 

Geralt’s worry lines in his forehead melted as he pulled Jaskier into his arms, “I can kick them out if you want?” he whispered. 

Shaking his head and inhaling Geralt’s scent deeply, something Jaskier had learned not to take for granted, he steeled his nerves, “I’ll be fine. Maybe a little weepy, but fine.”

As they were about to start, listening to the instrumental track and humming their parts of the song, Lambert brought Jaskier a bottle of water and set it on his music stand. He gave him a quick side hug and kissed his hair, offering a small “sorry” for all his teasing. Jaskier just giggled in response, the kind that only bubbles over from too much anticipation. He missed it, but Geralt mouthed a small ‘thank you’ to Lambert as he sat back down on the other side of the glass. 

Jaskier hooked his pinky around Geralt’s as the guitar intro started, needing that little bit of contact for the first line. When they’d written it it felt perfect. The audience knew exactly what kind of song they were about  to hear and Geralt really hadn’t known if he would pull through. It took Jaskier right back to the dimly lit hospital room where he scrawled and scratched out lyrics to keep Geralt distracted from his upcoming surgery. The fear, the desperation, the little pockets of joy when they forgot where they were, the overwhelming love that Jaskier thought he’d never be able to fully give to Geralt all crept back up his throat as he took a breath for that stupid fucking first line. 

His voice cracked partway through as he sang, making him fully grip Geralt’s hand, “I’m writing this in case I’m gone tomorrow,” By some miracle, he found his support for the next line, “I’m writing this in case I’ve moved along,”

For a moment he thought he’d gotten over the worst of it. A couple lines passed in relative ease, emotional but not so much it interfered with his craft. If he focused on looking at his microphone and keeping his breath supported he might make it through. Then Geralt joined him for the chorus. 

“When the lights go down, Know that I am never far away. When the sun burns out, I’ll be waiting on the brighter side of grey.” 

His harmony faltered and he involuntarily heaved a broken gasp in the middle of a line, desperately trying to focus on the mic that was now warped by the tears in his eyes. 

Geralt broke off after the first word of his verse, turning to Jaskier and pulling him in again, “You alright, love?”

“I’m fine. I’m sorry,” Jaskier groaned in embarrassment as he clung to Geralt’s frame, “I’m being a baby. I wasn’t even the one hurt.” 

“No you’re not,” Geralt argued, running his knuckles over Jaskier’s cheeks to wipe away his tears, “Here,” he moved their mics and stands close enough that they were shoulder to shoulder and their fingers could comfortably lace together. 

Jaskier squeezed his hand gently and gave him a brave smile, “From the top?” 

“From the top.”

This time Jaskier tried watching Geralt as they sang. He made it through the first chorus and got to just watch as Geralt sang his verse. The pang of emotion in his chest was still ever present, but it was manageable. Until he noticed Geralt having trouble. 

On “All you get to keep is what you’ve shared,” Geralt squeezed his eyes closed and his grip on Jaskier’s hand tightened. The folk singer prepared, relaxed, readied himself to take a breath in. He was expecting that one to hurt after how much Geralt insisted upon it. How he threatened to get out of that hospital bed and scribble the line himself if Jaskier didn’t put it in. He wasn’t expecting the last line of the stanza to hurt. It had been comforting to the both of them at the time.

Geralt’s lip quivered and his voice was almost pinched as he sang out, “Remember no one ever really dies.”

Even being the one to write the melody, Jaskier missed the first three notes of the chorus, “Fuck. Shit. I’m so sorry.”

“No, that was on me,” Geralt sniffed and chuckled, “I knew you’d lose it if I did.”

“How do you do this?!” Jaskier exclaimed, chugging half the water bottle to keep the breakdown at bay. 

Aiden’s voice came over their headphones, “Half our songs are his trauma and another quarter are group trauma. He’s got practice sweetheart.”

They tried a couple more times, even got through the whole song once with only minimal tears and one tasteful cracked note. But it was still a struggle for Jaskier to keep it together, and the more they sang, the more Geralt lost his iron grip on his composure. 

“Look at me,” Jaskier instructed, moving Geralt to face him and adjusting their mics so they could sing to each other, “Just like when we wrote it. Except a little less pain.” 

The joke earned a snort out of Geralt, exactly what Jaskier was aiming for, “This is supposed to be easier?”

“We can try?”

Jaskier did wonderfully for his verse, singing to Geralt was familiar and safe, even if the subject matter was terrifying. The chorus went well, but as soon as Geralt started to sing, Jaskier couldn’t exhale and it was all he could do not to sniff and ruin the take. 

“If you’re hearing this I know you’re probly scared,” had tears falling down his cheeks again and Geralt’s voice cracked as his eyes welled up, “Nope,” he choked, “that’s worse. Much worse.”

“Fuck,” Jaskier gave a watery giggle as he wrapped his arms around Geralt’s middle, “Why did we decide to do this again?”

Geralt pressed a kiss to Jaskier’s hair, sniffling and holding him tight, “I think we’re sadists.”

“Back to back,” Eskel’s voice crackled in their ears, “Try it back to back.” 

Leaning back to watch Jaskier’s reaction, Geralt hummed, “Do you want to? Or do you need a break?”

“Fuck it,” Jaskier shrugged, spinning Geralt around and following suit as he moved his equipment. 

As they stood waiting for the tech to start the audio, Jaskier felt like he could really inhale for the first time all day. Geralt was there, he could feel his ribs expand against his back and his fingers tapping like a metronome on Jaskier’s palms. This is what they were missing when they wrote the damn song. The comfort of knowing someone is always at your back, that they’ll be there when it’s hard and even when you’re separated. 

A warmth spread through Jaskier as the intro started and he felt ready. He still pressed back into Geralt on the harder lines, reminding himself he was still there, but they both made it through two full takes. 

On the final one, as the recording of the softly picked guitar faded out, Jaskier couldn’t help but repeat two more lines, “When the lights go down, Know that I am never far away.”

His voice hung in the air for a beat, the sense of finality reverberating through the studio and bringing everything else to a stand still. 

Geralt was the first to breathe, “Shit, we made it.”

“We fuckin made it,” Jaskier huffed, emotionally drained but immensely satisfied as he turned to hug Geralt from behind and press his cheek to his spine, “I love you.”

“I love you too. Let’s get a snack?”

“Yeah.”

When the sound tech played the potential mix for the first time, he tacked on an echoing, distant sounding recording of their conversation. Everyone looked at each other and nodded, goosebumps on their arms and that feral sparkle in their eyes that every artist gets when they’ve stumbled on something really exciting. They re-recorded some guitar and drums, but they kept the vocals exactly the same. 

For the album art they wrote “I love you” on the tattered hospital stationary that had the lyrics and chords written on it and took a picture. Jaskier had the original framed and hung in their house as a little reminder. 

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A Ship’s Arrival (Ivar x reader)

Here is my (second) contribution to @ofmanderley 300 followers celebration challege! Thanks again for doing this challenge! 

My prompt was a gif set you can find here. Check it out! 

Fun Fact: Hnefatafl (‘King’s Table’ in English) is the board game most commonly associated with the Viking Age, I’m guessing this is what Ivar and Aslaug were playing in Season 4 when he was a child.  

Warnings: fluff, Ivar being a prickly boy who is really a softie. 

Words: 2600

Tag List: @youbloodymadgenius

(Note- this gif is not mine. It is apart of the gif set I chose, so all the credit goes to @ofmanderley​)

  Earnest blue eyes stared out over the water with all the intensity of one seeking answers from the gods themselves. Those who worked the docks bustled around him, making sure to stay out of his way and his reach. The youngest Ragnarsson ignored them, too focused on watching the water between the fjords and leading to Kattegat. His piercing gaze eagerly sought for the ship's promised arrival. He knew it made more sense for him to watch and wait on the overlooking hills; from there he could see farther and be out of the way. But he did not care. He wanted to be here when the ship docked. If he was above Kattegat, it would take too long to crawl down and be at the docks in time. 

 He looked up at the bright sky. Sol drove her chariot upwards; the sunrise having faded hours ago. Now the azure sky matched the glistening water below. Tonight was a full moon. The thought released a torrent of emotions through him, threatening to overwhelm his otherwise shrewd mind. The feeling he chose to focus on, that he hoped would drown out the fear and insecurity within him, was a giddy excitement. 

 Tonight, you were supposed to return. 

 *****

 The festivities raged around him, filling the Great Hall to the brim with useless noise of laughter, conversation and drunken singing. Ivar sat at one of the long tables near the thrones, only one filled with his beautiful mother. Alone, he watched the revelry around him in his usual aloof manner, shooting glares of disdain frequently. Sipping on his horn of ale, he wondered how soon he could leave, or how much trouble he would get in if he stabbed one of the drunken men that kept knocking into his table and bumping his crippled legs. 

 He considered crawling over to sit on the empty throne next to his mother, but seeing her glassy gaze as she stared into her horn, he knew he would be just as alone beside her as he currently was. 

 Used to being ignored, surprise filled him when someone slid across the table from him. Expecting one of his brothers, a sharp barb laid on the tip of his tongue, only for it to dissipate when he realized who it was. 

 You relaxed on the bench across from him, elbows on the table and leaning slightly forward. What startled him the most was the way you were obviously studying him with your head slanted to the side, eyes intent upon his face. Without a word, he matched your scrutiny, unwilling to lose this silent battle to some maiden. He had seen you before around the Great Hall, although you two had never spoken, let alone made eye contact. This was the first time either of you acknowledged the other's presence. 

 Your father was an accomplished tradesman, recently expanding his route to include Kattegat. The first time he came to inquire about trading here, he spoke with the Queen. With her approval, he left with promises to return soon. This time he arrived with goods from foreign lands that caused many to marvel. What most caught Ivar's attention- this time your father brought you along. 

 After several minutes of the silent staring, each moment further making Ivar grit his teeth and his fingers itch for an axe to bash into your head. What upset him the most, you looked so serene staring at him; like his furious gaze, that sent many before you cowering in fear, had no hold over you. He refused to break the silence, to break the stalemate you two were obviously locked in. He could read the stubbornness in the curve of your lips, the slow blinking of your eyes that remained solely focused on him. Clearly you forgot he was Ivar the Boneless, being obstinate was a specialty of his. 

 Finally, you broke the silence. "I heard you are one of the best players of Hnefatafl."

 "It is a game of skill, cunning, and strategy. Things I excel in, unlike most." He scoffed, trying to determine what you hoped to get out of your statement. There were none that could beat him in the game, only Floki ever came close. He wondered not for the first time if his father was around, if he would actually provide adequate competition for his youngest son. 

 "I bet I can beat you."

 His jaw threatened to drop at your blasé statement, said so easily, so casually, like it was a fact. His blood boiled. How dare you think yourself better than him? Leaning forward, he snarled at you. "No."

 A smirk caused your lips to turn upward, infuriating him even more. 

 His fury spilled forth with vitriol coating each word as he sneered at you. "You are just some tradesman's daughter. Just like any other useless, pathetic girl. I am the son of Ragnar Lothbrok. You have no chance of ever beating me."

 You leaned forward, your posture reflecting his. Though your demeanor was serene, like a still lake; while his body trembled like a wildfire, threatening to burn everything within reach. 

 "Prove it."

 His mind froze for a brief moment, unable to believe what you just said. "Are you…. challenging me?"

 "It's only a challenge if there is any hope of you actually beating me."

 His rage resurfaced, clearing his mind of the surprise. A dangerous excitement coursed through his blood. This would give him an opportunity to teach you your place, to remind you of those who will always be above you; and he planned to destroy you in both the game and in tormenting afterwards. Oh, this could be the most fun he had in a while. "Tomorrow."

 Your smirk widened. "Tomorrow." You confirmed with a single nod. Without another word, you rose gracefully to your feet and walked out of the Great Hall.  

 *****

 The dagger spun easily in his hand, twisting, turning, an extension of his hand. The sun had risen to its zenith, the light making the water sparkle and shine. Still, Ivar refused to move from his spot on the dock. 

 His mind drifted to the new axe he was working on at the blacksmith's. It was supposed to be done by now but his impatience had gotten the better of him one day. After that, he was forced to start over completely. He wondered if you would want to come watch him work. Would that interest you? 

 Suddenly, his attention was diverted to a ship heading towards the docks. He straightened up, eagerly watching its arrival. As it drew closer, his excitement dissipated like smoke, replaced by annoyance. The ship was one he recognized as a larger fishing ship. Not a tradesman's ship. Not your ship. 

 Frustrated, he ran his hands through his hair. He should return to the Great Hall, either to spar with his brothers in the training yard or help his mother. Do anything but sit here pointlessly. Waiting around for some girl sounded like something he would cruelly tease his brothers for doing. Yet here he sat, unmoving. His gaze focused once more on the horizon, as if his will alone could summon you to appear faster. 

 *****

 Over the next fortnight, countless games of Hnefatafl were played between Ivar and you. To his immense pleasure and frustration, you were good. Not just good enough to barely entertain him but good enough that Ivar had to actually work for each win. The only other person who came close was Floki. But here you were winning, just as many times as he won. He internally debated if he loved or hated that.

 Soon your competition expanded to other activities, making even mundane activities into fierce battles. He was slightly better than you when it came to archery, which brought him immense pleasure. You were better at fishing, which all the brothers found humorous. Even at meals, you two would compete who could chug your ale the fastest. Something Queen Aslaug disliked immensely but kept silent about for her joy of her youngest son finding a friend overshadowed her displeasure at some of your antics. 

 During this time, the two of you were hardly apart. Though on numerous occasions, Ivar still considered splitting your head with his axe. He found that each day the violent feeling lessened and his excitement to see you increased. His brothers tried to tease him but his mother quickly silenced them with a sharp look. It did not matter what those fools thought, none of them ever held his interest, his attention, his respect like you did. 

 When the fortnight drew to an end and your father began preparations to leave, Ivar found himself trying to create excuses to delay the impending departure, no matter how ridiculous they sounded. 

 That last night found you and him sitting alone on the dock, looking up at the starry sky above. All the dock workers were either at the meal in the Great Hall or in their own homes. 

 "Father says we'll be back on the next full moon. Trade here has been good." You said, tracing a knot in the wood below you. 

 "Why do I care?" He scoffed with a roll of his eyes. "You are an annoying person to have around. I plan on feasting and celebrating once your ship leaves tomorrow."

 "Good, you waste your time, so when I return, I will beat you in archery since I plan on practicing every day."

 "You could practice until Ragnarök and still never beat me."

 You shrugged, his mockery amusing you more than anything. You had learned over the past two weeks that taunts and ridicule flowed from his mouth easier than any kind word. "We shall see."

 A comfortable silence settled around you two once again. The gentle crashing of waves and the call of seagulls filled the air, lulling you both into contentment. You shifted to lay down on the dock, raising a hand to trace the constellations in the sky above you. After a couple of minutes, Ivar laid down next to you, your shoulders touching, as he watched your hand. 

 "Next full moon?" He confirmed quietly, his raspy voice just above a whisper. 

 "Try not to miss me too much." You quipped. 

 He chuckled, turning his head to look at you beside him. "I won't."

 "Good. I won't miss you either." 

 Smiling, you mirrored his action. Time froze as you two stared at one another, realizing how close you actually were. As if on its own accord, Ivar's gaze drifted down to your lips, so close to his own. Suddenly, your tongue darted out to wet them causing Ivar to jerk his eyes back up to meet yours. Insecurity and doubt prevented him from moving, from kissing your lips like he had dreamt about so many times. At first, he had rejected the dream, convincing himself it was pure foolishness, that he could never be interested in someone like you. Yet over the passing days, the dream never abated. When alone with his thoughts, sometimes he would retrieve the dream from his mind and turn it over like a treasured item to admire before putting it back on its shelf. 

 With widening eyes, he laid there stunned as your gaze dropped to his lips and that hand that had been tracing the stars now gently caressed his bottom lip. His mouth opened in a gasp, beyond astounded by your action, but more surprised by the feelings it invoked in him. 

 A shout from the end of the dock shattered the intimate moment. You rapidly sat up, your attention fully on the person who yelled your name. Moving slowly, Ivar pushed himself up and looked down to the end of the dock to see your father standing there. You waved in acknowledgement, a nervous giggle slipping from your mouth.  

 "I have to go."

 Even as disappointment tainted his world, he refused to let it show, making sure to keep his tone harsh and mocking. "Finally, I was starting to doubt I could get rid of you."

 You laughed, starting to rise to your feet but froze for a moment. In the next moment, you scooted closer, grabbed his face and kissed him. It was only a gentle press of your mouths, full of innocence and familiarity, yet it felt like a promise. Before he could respond, you pulled back and practically sprinted down the dock. He watched you disappear amongst the buildings of Kattegat at your father's side. Once gone from view, he turned back to look at the stars. Though his focus remained solely on the tingling sensation on his lips and the memory of your first shared kiss. In the moment, Ivar wondered if the gods were finally smiling down on him. 

 *****

 Footfalls approached him from behind. The steady steps slapping against the wooden boards of the dock let Ivar know who it was without him even having to look. The ruffling of his hair confirmed the person's identity. Only one person was allowed to do that to him. 

 "Still waiting I see." Ubbe asked, looking out over the sparkling water. "Mother is getting worried. You've been here most of the day."

 "Let her worry. As you can see, I am fine."

 "Mmmm…. you sure it is just friendship between you and y/n? I have never seen you wait for anyone else so relentlessly to return from a trip."

 "Say another word and I'll gut you." Ivar narrowed his eyes at his brother, a growl clawing at his throat to erupt at the teasing. 

 Ubbe just chuckled at the threat. He reached over to ruffle Ivar's hair once again but Ivar smacked his hand away with annoyance. 

 "I'll come back for you for the evening meal." Ubbe started to turn when something caught his eye. "Ivar…. a ship."

 Ivar tried to straighten up further in a futile attempt to see farther. It was a few more minutes before he was able to see what caught his brother's eye. There slipping through the water was a ship, one he recognized. A smile lit up his face without him even realizing, diminishing his usual severe expression into a boyish glee. Though he made no comment, Ubbe certainly took notice.

 The ship slowly approached, the men at the oars bringing the ship closer to Kattegat's docks. Ivar found himself tapping his hand on the boards beneath him as if that could somehow speed up the ship's arrival. 

 As the ship prepared to dock, your face popped up over the side, eyes scanning the dock furiously. When your gaze landed on him, a smile split your face that rivaled the warmth of the sun. Soon as the ship was tied off, you scrambled awkwardly over the side and ran straight at him. Ivar barely had time to brace himself before you dropped to your knees beside him and cupped his face, bringing your lips to his. This time, he was ready. He grabbed your head, keeping your mouth on his. What was meant as a sweet kiss quickly turned greedy with the way you both demanded attention using teeth and tongues. 

 When the two of you separated, lungs screaming for air, you stared at each other, your lips swollen and eyes alight.

 "Did you miss me?" You asked breathlessly. 

 "Not at all." He quipped, though you both knew it was a lie. Especially when he pulled you back in for another searing kiss that left no doubts of his true feelings towards you. 

#ofmanderley300 #vikings #vikings fandom #vikings fanfic #vikings fanfiction #ivars heathen army #ivar the boneless #ivar lothbrok #ivar x reader #ivar ragnarsson #ubbe #ubbe ragnarsson #mzwrites

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Forgiven - Gajeel X Levy

WARNINGS: Light swearing

WORD COUNT: 1.9k

GENRE: fluff, slight angst

FANDOM: Fairy Tail

PAIRING: Gajeel x Levy

The guild hall was loud and rowdy as ever as Gajeel sat alone at the bar, drinking whatever the hell Mira had put in his mug. It didn't matter to him as long as it got him drunk.

"Getting a head start today are we?" Gajeel turned around and saw the small master of Fairy Tail climbing into the stool next to him.

Gajeel chuckled as he took another swig, "It's gonna take a lot more than this to get me drunk, old man."

"Oh I don't doubt it," Makarov replied. He signaled for Mira to pour him a drink, then promptly chugged it down as if it were nothing but water. "Your tolerance must be impeccable if this is what you're putting away this early in the morning."

Gajeel smirked, "years of practice."

The two men chuckled as they drank together, falling into a comfortable silence as the guild hall roared behind them.

A small pair of arms wrapped themselves around Gajeels shoulders as a kiss was planted on his cheek. Gajeel turned his head to face his bright eyed girlfriend Levy.

Gajeel couldn't help the smile that came to his face every time he saw her. "Hey short stack," He said as he gave her a quick peck on the lips.

Levy ignored the nickname, "Me and the guys are heading out on a job for a few days."

Gajeel grunted, "is anyone else going?"

Levy shook her head, "No, but the job isn't that dangerous. Just a simple escort mission for a Lord and his daughter."

"Still, I'd feel better if you took Lily with you," Levy puffed our her cheeks.

"I can h-"

"Trust me Lev, I know you're capable of kicking so serious ass, it's the other two I don't trust." Gajeel looked behind Levy at Jet and Droy stuffing their faces.

Levy sighed, "fine, you big baby."

"That's my girl." Gajeel leaned in to whisper in Levy's ear, "I'll make it up to you when you get back."

He couldn't help but laugh as his girlfriend turned bright red in front of him. "I-I gotta go now!" Levy gave Gajeel a chaste kiss on the lips. He watched her as she met the black exceed by the door.

"Hey," Gajeel called out to Jet and Droy before they could join them. They walked over to Gajeel who then grabbed them both by the wrist and pulled them in close. "If she comes back with a single scratch," he hissed, "I will put you two in a fucking coffin."

Jet and Droy both shivered as they nodded frantically. Gajeel let go of them and they practically ran out of the guild hall. Sighing, Gajeel turned back around to take a drink, already missing his girlfriend.

"I must say Gajeel," The master started, "when I first took you in, I never would have imagined you would have fallen for my little Levy."

A faint blush dusted over his cheeks, "Well," He didn't like thinking about his time before Fairy Tail, the person he was, but he couldn't help it as the memories came back, "I was a real piece of shit back then."

He didn't realize how hard he was gripping the handle of his mug until he let go of it, revealing dents in the shape of his fingers.

"Shit," he muttered as Mira came up to grab the mug from him, "I'll buy you a new one."

Mira just laughed it off, "No need Gajeel. If we had to replace every dented mug in this place, we'd go bankrupt!"

"Mira, could you give us a minute?" Makarov asked. Nodding, Mira walked into the back room, leaving the two men alone at the bar.

"I was wondering when you were gonna cut to the chase," Gajeel said.

"Yes, but I believe it is you with something to say, my boy." The two men sat there in silence for a few seconds before the master asked, "Can I see it?"

The box in Gajeels pocket suddenly felt like a weight dragging him down. In one fluid motion, he grabbed the box and slid it to the old man next to him, careful to not let anyone see it.

Makarov pulled back the lid to reveal a small iron ring. Intricate designs of swirls carved to look like vines and flowers decorated its sides, meeting in the middle to hold a heart shaped diamond.

"How did you know?" Gajeel asked.

"I know a lot of things, Gajeel. I just happened to catch you staring at it when you think no one is watching." Makarov said as he twisted the box around to look at the ring from all angles.

Gajeel nearly choked on his drink, "fuck," he muttered. The master chuckled and clapped Gajeel on the back.

"It's a beautiful ring Gajeel," he said, sliding the ring back to him. "You must love her a great deal."

Gajeel smiled softly, "Yeah," he looked at the ring and closed the lid with a sigh. "I don't deserve her."

"How so?"

"Are you serious?" Gajeel asked, but Makarov stayed silent. Softly, Gajeel said, "I hurt her."

Makaraov hummed in acknowledgement, "So that's it huh?" Memories flooded into Gajeels mind. Him attacking her that night, the way she screamed, her nearly lifeless body hanging from that god damned tree. Gajeel swallowed down the bile rising in his throat.

"I hurt her, Master. I hurt her and her friends and laughed about it, bragged about it. But the moment I joined the guild, she treated me like nothing had ever happened. I wasn't 'Black Steel Gajeel', I was just Gajeel Redfox. If I'm being honest, it kinda pissed me off."

The master hummed, "Really?"

"Yeah," he replied, "it pissed me off because I had no idea why she would even bother being nice to me. I wouldn't have been. But of course, she's just that wildly forgiving of other people. I didn't deserve her forgiveness, and that's why it pissed me off."

"You have long since been forgiven for your sins of the past, Gajeel" The master said. Gajeel whipped his head to face him.

"What?"

"Do you know why I chose to recruit you instead of the other members of Phantom Lord?" Makarov asked and Gajeel shook his head. There was no hint of sarcasm or condescension in his voice, just plain sincerity. "I picked you because not just because I wanted to help you find the right path, but because I knew that it was possible. I saw a light in you that had been clouded by Jose and his teachings. The things you did were deplorable, and you know that more than anyone, but answer me this. Would you have done the things you did that night if Jose hadn't ordered you to?"

No. He wouldn't have. He didn't even go as far as he was supposed to that night. Jose had ordered him to kill Levy, Jet, and Droy, but he refused.

Makarov continued on, "Ever since I took you in, you have done nothing but prove me right. You have shown that you are willing to fight for your family and that you're proud to be a fairy, and we're proud to have you."

Gajeel looked around the guild hall as he processed the masters words. He looked at the people he had met over the past several years, and he realized he was proud. He had made legitimate friends in a guild he once tried to destroy and fell in love with a girl he had almost killed.

All those nice thoughts however couldn't stop the doubt from creeping into his mind. "Even still, I can't provide for her. It took me months to work enough jobs to even buy the materials for that ring, and it's not like those jobs were easy."

"You and I both know she doesn't care about that."

"But I do master!" Gajeel slammed his fist on the bar a little louder than he wanted to. Some people looked their way for a moment but quickly resumed doing whatever it was they were doing. "She deserves the world, but I simply can't give it to her."

Makarov took another swig of his drink, "You're right. She does deserve the world. But she wants you," He stood up on the bar stool and made eye contact with the man across from him. "We all have our demons, Gajeel. We all have scars that will never fade, those voices in our heads that tell us to just give up and that we'll never be good enough. But you are lucky enough to have a family that will support you in every choice you make, and a woman who loves you with her entire heart.

"You will have to live with the things you have done for the rest of your life. You cannot go back and undo it no matter how much you wish you could. What you can do is live every day showing how much you've grown. You have atoned for your sins. Levy, Jet, and Droy have forgiven you. I have forgiven you. Now you must work to forgive yourself. And if you never do, that's okay. Just don't let it stop you from living your new life.

"Never forget Gajeel that you deserve happiness just as much as everyone else under this roof. If that means a future with Levy, then I will spend every remaining second I have left ensuring that future comes to pass, and every second after that protecting it. On my honor as the master of the Fairy Tail guild."

Gajeel didn't know at what point he had started crying. No one had ever told him that he deserved to be happy, but here was someone saying it as if it were the most obvious thing it the world.

"Master I-"

"Do you love her, Gajeel?" Makarov asked.

In that moment, Gajeel saw Levys face. Her bright smile, her eyes that always sparkled, her blue hair that reminded him of the sky, the way she puffed her cheeks whenever he teased her.

He remembered all their missions together, their time in the military, all the times they had nearly died; Tenrou Island, Tartaros, Alvarez, he had never felt fear the way he did when he was confessing to Levy as he was slowly dying, and the pure elation he felt when he finally saw her again.

He thought about what he wanted in the future, and in his mind he saw Levy in a white dress walking down the aisle. He saw with a hand on her rounded stomach. He saw her reading to their children and him singing to them. He saw them growing old and gray together. His heart swelled with emotions he had never felt before as he looked into the future.

Every day he wakes up to Levy lying next to him, and he always thinks that he'll never be able to fall for her more than he already has, and every day he is proven wrong.

Gajeel smiled as he wiped away a tear from his face, "more than anything."

Makarov returned his smile, "Then marry her Gajeel. You have my blessing. Make a family with her. Make a life that both of you can be proud of living. Make her as happy as she makes you." Makarov held out his hand and Gajeel took it in his.

"I promise I will," Another tear fell down his face, "Thank you master."

"You're welcome, my son."

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[stusbunker]

A Gentlemen’s Agreement Epilogue

A Supernatural Denny AU Fan-fiction Series

Featuring: Dean Winchester/ Benny Lafitte

Other characters: Pamela, Jesse, Caesar, Crowley, Balthazar, Meg, Jo, Lee, Lisa, Sam (mentioned), Drea OFC, Robbie and SJ OMCs, Deanna OFC

Word count: 2340

A/N: Enjoy! xoxo Stu

Brunch

    The sun was bright, but the air was crisp. The remnants of the early snowstorm had left soggy lawns and damp sidewalks. Benny pulled up to the restaurant and parked on the curb, smiling over at Dean. He waited patiently. 

    “You sure this is a good idea?” Dean squinted in the midday light.

    “Been dying to meet ya. Figured it’s only fair, I met your folks, you can meet my people too,” Benny said simply. “But I’m not gonna force ya.”

    “I just, I’m not used to being out in public. In numbers,” Dean sputtered.

    Benny raised a single eyebrow at him. “Well, I guess this is your best shot to try it out, dontcha think?”

    “What if they don’t like me? I don’t want you to have to choose between me and your friends,” Dean explained the root of the problem.

    “I like you, they will too. Just relax, be your charming self and if you don’t know what to say, you can just keep eating.” Benny put his hand on Dean’s thigh, squeezing just so.

    Dean growled out a sigh. “Fine. But you’re paying.”

    Like that could make an uncomfortable situation worth it. Benny smirked at Dean’s logic, waiting for his face to soften from grouchy to amiable. Once Dean relaxed, Benny kissed him, just long enough to keep him flustered and climbed out of the truck.

     They approached a large round table midway along the heated patio, where four people were already seated.

A raven haired woman waved them over. “My good Benjamin, did you bring a straight boy to brunch, just for me?!”

“Pammy!” Benny leaned in and kissed her cheek. "Hate to disappoint ya darlin', but ain't nothing straight about this'n."

 “Hey, now! Can’t a guy speak for himself?!” Dean snipped defensively as he sat in the spot beside Benny.

Everyone laughed. Pamela raised her eyebrow in question.

Dean licked his lips and put on the smolder, “Sorry sweetheart, but I’m taken.”

“Wait, this--- THIS is your sassy mechanic?!” Crowley leaned forward, extending his hand, his English brogue gruff and pandering. “Nice to finally meet you, handsome.”

       Dean gave Benny the side eye and all Benny could do was shrug coyly. Dean shook the man’s hand, trying not to show his discomfort from his lingering glances. Benny made the rest of the introductions, Jesse and Cesar were also a couple, but had been married for a few years. They seemed to be waiting on someone before they ordered. The group sipped their cocktails with a fresh pitcher of Bloody Mary in the center of the kitsch tablecloth.

Benny poured Dean a generous portion of the red drink and slipped seamlessly into the conversation. Dean sucked the palmeto out of an olive and listened casually, not too sure where he fit in this part of Benny’s life.

Twenty minutes later a rail of a guy swaggered in, with oversized aviators and a black linen suit. 

“Oh, thank Christ for booze,” he huffed, grabbing Dean’s glass without even acknowledging Dean was there. The blonde chugged the entire drink, before breaking for air. “I just had the worst hook up of my life, no, well, the year at least. He took me to his mother’s house. She tried to make me breakfast. I was simply mortified. I just left. What could I even do at that point, honestly?!”

Now that his audience had his attention back, the man gawked at Dean. He even pulled down his sunglasses for a better look. “Now who the fuck is this? Is it show and tell?! Because I am not prepared in the least.” 

He casually patted at his hair and eyed Dean from top to toe. Benny chuckled, but Pamela was the one to make the introduction.

“Balthazar, our regular hangover diva. Meet Dean, Benny’s boy toy,” she deadpanned, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Oh you can’t be serious,” Balthazar lamented, looking from Pam to Benny to Crowley and finally at Dean. “Fuck you southerners and your goddamn accents--- always gets the hotter ones,” he muttered defensively as he threw himself against the armrest of the chair, crossing his legs.

“Well, now that we’re all here,” Cesar ended the dramatics concisely. “Maybe somebody should find our waitress?”

Dean looked at Benny confused. “We’re always here for a while, she doesn’t bother us until we’re actually ready to order. Tend to annoy her otherwise.”

Crowley volunteered as he needed to head to the men’s room anyhow. Five minutes later he arrived with an obviously surly waitress.

“Well look what the cat dragged in,” Meg’s smokey voice broke through Balthazar's latest story. She centered herself between Cesar and Crowley’s seat and cocked her hip, tongue firmly in cheek as she waited for Dean to take her bait.

“Heya, Meg,” Dean sighed. The inevitable caught up with him after all, they just had to run into someone he knew.

“Oh, this has got to be good, now, pray tell, how do you two know each other?” Crowley probed.

“Oh me and this schmuck? We go way back.” Meg smiled without teeth.

“Is that so?” Benny tested the waters.

“Not like that,” Dean grumbled. “Meg, here, took my little brother Sammy out for a few spins, back in the day. Didn’t you, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, well, what can I say? It was high school.” Meg let her indifference coat her entire being until curiosity sparked to life in her eyes. “So what are you doing with this crowd, or did they bring you in just to add a new level of torture to my Sunday shifts?”

“Well---.” Dean swallowed, looked at Benny for clarification and got mild amusement instead. “I think you’re stuck with me now.”

“Joy,” Meg bristled before taking their orders, knowing most of the table’s usuals before they even opened their mouths.

News

    Benny rushed into the customer entrance of the shop, the wet October air had kept the service doors closed for the past week. He leaned against the counter, decorated in local business cards and charity fliers, anxiously waiting for someone to talk to. His chest was so tight he worried he’d pass out from excitement. He just needed to see him was all, once he saw Dean it would be easier.

    Lee sauntered in from the service bay, they both had drawn the short straw it seemed.

    “Hey, mind getting Dean for me? It’s important,” Benny asked, unable to keep the burning smile from his face.

    Lee eyed him curiously but nodded and headed back the way he came. He didn’t shout, not really. “Dean-o, your boyfriend’s looking for ya.”

    Dean unfurled himself from the engine he had been tinkering with all morning and glared at Lee.

    “Husband, whatever, seems urgent,” Lee acquiesced. Dean nodded and wiped his hands off on the closest rag. Dean pulled his wedding band out from his undershirt out of habit more than anything. He couldn’t wear it on his hands at work, but he didn’t want to lose it so Benny made him a braided leather necklace once they got back from their honeymoon.

    Dean ignored formality and walked straight into the waiting room. Once he saw the look on Benny’s face he knew what was happening.

    “It’s go time?” He asked, shock and exhilaration sparking his instinct to move.

    “It’s go time, cher. Lisa called me on the way to the hospital. Sam’s driving her from the office. Her water broke about 9:30,” Benny explained, the nervousness slipping into his cadence.

    “Alright, I’m gonna clean up, you want me to drive?” Dean asked, gauging the unsteadiness in his usually stalwart husband.

    “That’s probably best, yeah,” Benny agreed. 

Dean leaned in and kissed him firmly, resting his forehead against Benny’s temple before pulling away.“Hey, we got this, alright? That kid is gonna be so spoiled having you for a daddy, you know that?”

“Look who’s talking, gonna have you wrapped around their finger before they can even crawl,” Benny teased back, inhaling with contentment.

Dean headed back to warn his coworkers that he had a baby on the way and to clean up enough to be allowed into a hospital. Jo followed Dean out into the lobby. Quickly, she hugged Benny before demanding regular updates to the group chat.

“Alright, get out of here, we’ve got you covered for the rest of the week. Let me know and I will put in paternity leave as soon as everyone’s home, okay?” Jo got all professional about things as Dean left.

“Oh, right, shit. Well, I guess I’ll let you know when you can come over and---,” Dean started before Benny pulled him by his elbow.

“We should be goin’” Benny urged. Dean looked at Jo one last time and nodded.

This was it.

   Dean held Benny’s hand the whole way to the hospital, their grip tightening every so often, grounding them both. Because Lisa was a friend and the surrogacy was looser than most circumstances, both Benny and Dean were allowed in the delivery room. They were the best cheerleaders a birth mom could have ever asked for. Seven hours later, one chubby baby girl entered the world screaming to high heaven and splitting her fathers’ hearts open for an entirely new level of love and devotion.

    Mary Andrea Lafitte-Winchester, or Drea for short, was a happy and healthy little girl. And an overprotective big sister to her twin brothers, Samuel Joel and Robert Fergus, who came along four years later.

Sunset

    They’re old men now. Dean is five years retired, while Benny works the register for their sons on the weekends. Both of their hands aren’t what they used to be. But they keep busy. Drea is bringing the kids round tomorrow, it’s the start of summer break and Dean’s been dying to teach her kids to fish.  

    Dean went grey after he turned fifty, but it hasn’t changed since, in color at least. Benny’s beard is as white as Santa Claus and he hides what little hair he has left under a cap. They’re both a little rounder, a little lower to the ground, but they got that way together and neither of them notice it on one another anyhow.

       Every year they visit Jesse and Cesar in Arizona for New Year's. Though they fly more than make the drive these days.

        They still take turns cooking the meals and the movie nights from their early days resurfaced into movie afternoons when their kids moved out. Dean can’t hear for shit anymore and, naturally, Benny makes fun of him for it. But Dean’ll put in his hearing aids if company is over.

 It’s early evening in the beginning of June and the bugs are orchestrating quite the soundtrack to their time on the porch. Dean pours his whiskey. Benny’s already sipping his sweet tea, his medications don’t let him drink much anymore. Jo’ll come by on Sunday, along with SJ and his wife and Robbie. Sam and Jess usually make it to every other dinner or so.

    “Hey there, handsome. Mind if I join you?” Dean teases, once a flirt always a flirt.

    “Not at all, cher. It’s a helluva view,” Benny glances at his husband, watches Dean take in the peaches and pinks kissing the slopes of the fields. They sit like that for an hour, until the dark is too thick to see through. Groaning and creaking they stand in turn. Dean keeps his hand on the small of Benny’s back as they head inside for the night, steadying them both.

    They moved their bedroom to the ground floor after Dean’s heart attack, a lot less worry about making it upstairs that way. After being married forty years, Dean still makes jokes about it being Benny’s place. But it’s always been his home. He kisses Benny goodnight, makes it a little saucy because he can. He’s the first to close his eyes.

    In the morning Benny makes waffles and tofu bacon. Dean pretends he can’t taste the difference, fooling no one. They make out while the sink fills for the dishes, too few to run the machine. Benny gets handsy first and Dean tries to squirm into the upperhand. They’re interrupted by a car pulling in the drive.

    “Busted,” Benny whispers.

    “You’re the one who wanted kids,” Dean grumbles against Benny’s neck, an old, unfounded retort.

    “Yeah, but the grandkids---,” Benny starts.

    “Were made to be spoiled,” Dean finishes and kisses Benny once more. Drea’s yelling at her kids to slow down before her dads even make it outside to greet them. Her eyes, blue as her daddy’s are tired. They don’t envy her the school aged years. Dean bends down as baby Deanna, who’s nearly four, comes crashing into his arms. He pulls her up and holds her tight, reminds him of her mama and he can’t help but get a little weepy over the passing years. 

    “It’s so good to see you, baby girl.” Benny pulls his daughter into a hug before helping with their bags. The older kids don’t come inside until it’s time to eat, climbing through the barn and splashing in the creek until they’re soaked. But Deanna sticks with her Grandpa on a simple stroll, while Pappy and Mama catch up.

    Dean still has the jacket he bought from Benny, though the pants are long gone. He’ll leave it to Robbie when the time comes, when his son finds himself a stud that’s worth settling down for. If that’s what he chooses. 

    For now, Dean lets his granddaughter pick up every rock and stick she finds and examines it to the nth degree. He explains what he can about each one. She’s very curious. He even lets her wipe her chubby little hands on his pants’ leg when she needs to. They get back to the house just in time to start dinner, but before they go inside Dean takes a mental picture of his husband on the porch, their daughter beside him and his granddaughter running past him.

   It is a helluva view after all. 

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request: “Nice! I really want to see a Muku and Juza dating HC (they are my favourites and they are cousins too do syajdn)” — @meegeemee26

i love muku & juza’s dynamic as cousins! i think they’re so cute and have the best sibling–esque relationship ever so i’m glad to write for both of them~ sorry for the delay, i hope you love it!!!

summary: who said romance couldn’t be a little cliché?

warnings: fighting, robbery, tripping

author’s note: i found it funny how similar i thought muku and juza would act as boyfriends~ just a small thing to point out! nothing to say except i researched every shoujo manga cliché in the book i swear... expect All Of Them in muku’s (i apologize for using kabedon T___T, that is all)

word count: 5,105 (total) — 2,698 (muku), 2,407 (juza)

music: adore u – seventeen (muku), dumb dumb – jane jang, giant pink perc%nt (juza)

clichés.

🌻👑 sakisaka muku

muku felt like he was in a shoujo manga

except, you were the bishounen prince!

you were a shoujp cliché: you were st. flora’s resident prince~ you were treated as royalty and had the largest following ever known to the school

you could say muku was apart of your fanclub, apart of the adoring students who crowded around you with presents and gifts just to see how cool & suave you were

although he always admired from afar, muku definitely dropped everything he was doing to watch how effortlessly awesome you were at making everyone fall at your feet and swoon over your natural charisma and charm

he wanted to be just like you! you were just like a manga prince, muku wanted to learn everything about being the most popular student at st. flora and become the shoujo prince he always wanted to be!

but, you were always with someone. whether it be at your locker and spilling tons of flowers & chocolates on the ground, or signing autographs at lunch with a flawless smile, or even competing at seasonal schoolwide events and winning without fail, you were never alone

muku wanted to be friends with you! you were so cool and everything he aspired to achieve, but he resigned himself to complimenting you to others and making heart eyes across the room at your dreamy persona

it wasn’t until he was walking to class before he tripped, bracing himself to hit the floor but to no avail. instead, a strong arm was wrapped around his waist as he heard the loud slam of a hand beside his head. he was being leaned against a wall, it couldn’t be...

when muku opened his eyes, his books pressed tight against his chest, he swore you sparkled in the sunlight. oh my god, you were basically pinning him to the wall! you had your arm outstretched to support him as you looked down on him like the true royalty you were

you had did it! it was muku’s first kabedon!!! (experiencing the sound a character’s hand makes when it slams into the wall and pins the protagonist to the wall)

“uwah... you saved me...” muku was amazed, practically speechless. everyone at st.flora’s crush was holding him in their arms. he wanted to squeal and roll around on the ground, he knew his cheeks were red and his eyes were hearts but he liked you so much! you were a real prince!

you smiled, like you’ve done this a thousand times before you gently let him go, helping muku steady to his feet while insisting on carrying his books to class

“i’m so glad you’re not hurt~ a cute baby face like yours must be protected at all costs!” you sweetly said, and muku’s heart skipped a beat. he couldn’t believe it, you, his crush, were helping him! you wanted to talk to him, he must’ve hit his head and gone to heaven because this could not be real!!!

“muku, right?” you carefully asked, adjusting the grip on his bag as you made sure nothing fell. the corridor was filled with hushed whispers and jealous rumors swirling past the duo. both you and muku walking to the same homeroom class that morning, easily making comfortable conversation despite muku’s shyness

“you know my name?!” muku squeaked, unaware you even knew who he was. you giggled, brushing your hair out of your face as you smiled, a light blush dusted across your nose at the shock

“of course, i’ve gone to your track meets before, you’re so fast~” you complimented, going to pat his head with sincere affection. muku nearly passed out—his crush used to go to his matches! his crush just said he was fast! was he, oh my god, your friend?!

“i... i, thank you! i’ll become even faster for you!” muku spluttered, trying to get the right words out as he nervously glanced down at his uniform, trying to keep his composure. how were you so cool? you effortlessly laughed, shaking your head with absolute kindness as you waved hello to the underclassmen practically begging for your attention

“no need, muku! i like you the way you are, it’s so nice to finally talk in person.” you comforted, walking side by side as you two had the entire school’s attention. every student was gossiping, wondering how muku was friends with the school prince

muku was about to become overwhelmed with all the praise he was getting! flustered, muku shyly laughed and rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding eye–contact even though both of you were in the same grade

you weren’t his senior by any means, you were just so popular it felt like you were in a completely different social level

muku couldn’t believe it! you, the most popular prince with the biggest fanclub ever, was walking him to class! it was the most perfect day ever, he wished he fell more just so you could catch him!

when you two arrived, muku couldn’t help but feel disappointed. you must’ve noticed, because you hummed a concerned tone as you rested your hand on muku’s shoulder, looking at him like he was the only person in the world (muku swore he was never going to wash his uniform ever again)

“muku? are you alright? i can take you to the nurse if you’d like.” you offered and muku’s lovesick heart almost said yes even though he was completely okay, he just wanted to be by your side again

“n–no! i’m okay! thank you so much!” muku slightly bowed his head, trying to show respect as you placed his books at his desk and strapped his bag around the back of the chair with ease (oh my gosh, you knew his desk?! you knew where he sat?)

“call for me anytime you want to chat, muku! you’re such a nice person!” you said before you went to your seat in the front row, immediately getting surrounded by your fans and friends alike as they all fought for your undivided attention

muku let out a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding, dropping in his seat and focusing on the board to remain as invisible as possible. his heart was pounding rapidly against his chest, his hands were shaking, and muku was sure his whole face was red and sweating from the short encounter

you knew he existed! you knew his name! you knew you two shared the same homeroom! you even knew he used to be on track and came to his meets! muku put his hands against his cheeks, trying not to scream as he felt how hot his face was. you knew he was a real person!!!

unknowing to muku, you barely focused on the crowd as your eyes naturally fell upon muku’s frame, smiling and missing the way everyone swooned over your affectionate expression

(“who are they smiling at?! i bet it’s at me!” “no, they’re clearly looking at me, do they like me?!” “aaa!!! our prince is so cool and royal, we’re so lucky to be graced with a smile!”)

you always liked muku, you found him to be so cute and adorable that you wanted to be friends. but, muku was an anxious wallflower who didn’t want to have the whole school know who he was. you wanted to support him, but you were uncertain on how your reputation as “st. flora’s prince” would affect him

but rescuing muku this morning was necessary, you didn’t hesistate to drop your items before running down the stairs to catch the cute boy. when he opened his shiny blue eyes with a fond but shy smile, your heart soared and it felt like meeting prince charming for the first time

his pink hair was soft, like cotton candy. muku was made of everything sugary sweet and nice, you wondered why he didn’t follow you like the others. you wanted his adoration, his love, his romance because he was so cute!

you looked at muku again and smiled when you caught his eye, holding in a light laugh when he nearly yelped and looked straight down at his paper, hiding his shaking hands in his lap with an extremely embarrassed blush

you wanted to be friends with the nicest boy at st. flora!

the next time you talked to muku was during gym. you had finished sprinting your last lap, accepting a water bottle from someone as you took a chug, automatically looking around for a certain pink–haired boy

he was no where in sight, before you remembered how he significantly finished the mile much faster than you. you told your friends you were going to change, leaving the field with a peace sign as your fans collectively broke into excited squeals

you were about to go searching before you caught sight of muku’s book bag, turning your head to see he was reading something under the bleachers

you casually went over, dropping down next to him despite being sweaty from the run. muku jumped, tensing up once he saw it was you as he smiled nervously, shutting his book quickly

“hi! you did so well on the run today, muku!” you praised him, leaning over to look at the cover of what he was reading, not noticing how red his face was from how close you two were

“oh? you read manga?” you innocently asked, noticing the sparkles and roses decorating the front cover as muku put it back in his bag in a hurry, laughing nervously as he tried to make up every excuse

“n–no, not at all! i’m just, i um... i found it!” muku blabbered, not sounding very convincing as you slowly nodded, trying to comprehend whatever he was saying. you just looked again and shrugged

“that’s too bad~ i, myself, really enjoy that series, i haven’t read the latest volume yet, though.” you sighed, pretending to push yourself up before muku caught your wrist in his soft hand with a surprisingly strong grip, you felt your heart nearly explode with confetti

“you can read it! i just finished, actually! i love it, i didn’t know you liked manga, too!!!” muku quickly offered it to you, and you carefully took it to make sure you didn’t bend or damage the pristine copy. muku really took care of his manga, huh?

“muku! you’re the best!” you exclaimed, pulling him into an one–armed hug. his uniform shirt was ironed to perfection and smelled like flowers, just like what you thought! you turned your head to grin at him, but pouted when you saw him freeze up

“muku? are you okay?” you asked, unintentionally moving in closer as you examined his red face. muku.exe had stopped working all because you were too cute for your own good!

you glanced at his lips, about to ask if this was okay, but...

before you two knew it, the bell rang as the clasd started heading back inside to the gymnasium. you stood up this time, holding your hand out with a wink like an elegant prince would

“let’s go back in~ i’ll walk you to class!” you offered again, excited when he gently took your hand and walked side by side. it didn’t take long before you began waiting outside his classroom door when the schedules differed, automatically taking his books and asking muku about his day

one day, it wasn’t until muku was at his shoe locker until he noticed a heart–shaped love letter placed inside. as always, he opened it, the butterflies in his stomach fluttering from the familiar signature

“meet me at the school rooftop, i have something i want to confess — your secret admirer ♡”

muku had been receiving small letters and gifts from the same person who signed their items with a heart at the end. for some reason, muku treasured this anonymous person much more than he’d like to admit; they brought up details only a friend would notice, gave thoughtful gifts that actually related to his true personality, and made him smile for the entire day

so when muku came up to the rooftop after school that day, he didn’t expect to see you waiting for him with another white envelope with a heart–shaped sticker holding it closed

“please accept my letter~” you held it out with both hands, trying to stop your hands from shaking as you smiled. muku stood there, jaw dropped from the shock as his head started spinning

how could you, the person he liked so much, end up liking him back?! he wasn’t a prince like you, but here you were, taking him to the school rooftop to confess your feelings like you were afraid he was going to reject you

“you like me?” muku choked out, staring at the letter as the sun started setting, the golden sunlight illuminating your shadow as you nodded, your confidence beginning to falter when you noticed how flustered muku was

“i like you, muku.” you confessed, about to put your hands down before muku pulled you into an abrupt hug, causing you to drop the letter as he put his head on top of yours

“i like you so much, i like you, too.” muku mumbled, keeping you in his arms as he leaned back to place a very gentle kiss on your cheek

as the polite and nice prince, you continued being constantly kind and proper to every student, but reserved much more affection and love towards your boyfriend, muku

but he liked doing everything a prince would do for you: buying you bouquets of red roses, gently holding your hand through the hallways, cheering you on the loudest at events, baking you chocolates on valentine’s day, making you bento boxes for lunch out of the goodness of his heart

he was much more of a prince than you could have ever been!

muku liked serving you like you were the ruler of his kingdom. to him, you weren’t just any prince, you were the monarch of his heart and he was your faithful, valiant knight that would have done anything to protect you

but sometimes, he got insecure over if he was good for you. you were so cool and loved by everyone, so he doubted why you even liked him when you could have dated anyone in the entire school

“i don’t understand... why do you like me?” muku once asked, shyly staring down at his feet as you whipped your head towards him in shock, stopping yourself from eating lunch. you two were sitting underneath the cherry blossom tree on top of the hill, alone as you stared at him, trying to understand why he’d ever self–deperecate on himself when he was the sweetest boy alive!

you were about to respond with all the reasons why before you stood up, about to go on a rant before you accidentally tripped over your own shoe lace. you accepted the fate you were assigned: which was falling onto the dirt before a strong arm looped around your waist, a hand slamming into the tree bark to keep you from falling

it felt like the first time rescuing muku all over again, except this time, you were the one being saved. you opened your eyes and smiled, kissing him on the lips before pulling back. muku was sparkling like a 90s glitter shoujo scene, making you swoon for your perfect boyfriend

“that’s why i like you, because you’re my prince.” you said, brushing your hand through his hair like you couldn’t believe you were in his arms. before you knew it, muku picked you up princess–style and gathered the bags with ease (you always forgot how strong he really was)

“muku! put me down!” you giggled, ignoring your own blushing cheeks as you playfully slapped his arm. muku just continued down the hill, turning to look at you with all the love and devotion in the world

“i can’t, you’re my prince.” muku winked this time, and carried you to school as the cherry blossom petals fluttered around you, your love blooming like the spring season

you were st. flora’s prince, but muku was your prince forever & always

🍁🍰 hyodo juza

juza didn’t let anyone pull anything on one of his own, especially you

the first time juza met you was when he was going out at night to buy some extra supplies for the dorms. he heard someone yelling before he snuck into the dark alleyway, catching sight of a robber that stole your bag

without warning, the robber slumped to the ground as juza knocked them out with one punch, not hesitating to let them fall as he picked up the bag and turned towards you, who was sprinting down the sidewalk panting as you gratefully smiled at him

“thank you so much, you completely saved my bag!” you said, not reacting to his serious expression. juza blanked as you took your bag back, self consciously pulling his hat lower over his eyes as he glanced at you

weren’t you scared of him? he was wearing a dark jacket with the hood over his baseball cap, with his sharp piercing yellow eyes staring at you. he knew he looked like the big bad wolf, but you just smiled at him and oh—you were saying something?

“—where were you going at this time of night?” you asked, ignoring the passed out man on the ground as you examined your bag to see if anything was missing. juza glanced at the convenience store down the street, unable to miss its bright LED lights as he tilted his head towards the store

you noticed his hands shoved in his pockets, but he must have been fidgeting the way he was avoiding your eyes. he didn’t look like he was an adult, like a rebellious teenager who ended up scared of the dark

you clapped your hands together, excited from the coincidence. “me too! do you want to go together?” you offered, walking towards the store as juza trailed behind you, unsure of how to react or respond to your lack of distrust against him

you two entered the store like you were friends. although it was the first time you had ever met, you talked to him casually like you two had known each other for years as you got two carts, giving him the other as he forced out a quiet “thank you” embarrassingly enough

walking down the aisles, you liked pointing out foods you thought he’d enjoy. he had a rogue, tough thug reputation even if it didn’t seem like he had a bad bone in his body. in fact, his grim expression the first time you saw him was gone now, instead he looked... flustered... as he just nodded at your suggestions

you hummed, considering your options as you glanced back at the tall boy. he didn’t seem to be interested in any of the bitter, dry snacks. in fact, he even grimanced at one of your recommendations but quickly masked it with his stoice features once again

it wasn’t until you walked past an ice cream freezer towards the back of the store that his eyes lit up. you grinned, knowing you had discovered an unlikely trait of your savior’s taste palette as you smiled

“do you want some ice cream, uh...” you trailed off, unaware you never got the stranger’s name. he shuffled around, looking around to see if anyone was watching you two before he sighed, nodding like it took all his energy to admit he wanted something sweet

“juza.” juza stated, not saying anymore as you nodded, opening the freezer and feeling the cold brisk air hit your face

“okay, juza! what’s your favorite flavor?” you asked, taking two out of the fridge as he responded bashfully. juza glanced around again, like he was oddly nervous for the first time as you shut the freezer with the two best ice creams in the house

“bingo! come on, i’ll pay.” you insisted, hurrying to the register to greet the tired cashier, who boredly scanned your items without another word

before you could pay, juza slapped multiple bills onto the counter, making both you and the employee jump from the sudden sound as juza just stared down at the worker

“juza... it’s—” you were about to put your own money on the table but juza just shook his head, not offering an explanation as he took the change (but tipped the cashier regardless, wow, he really was nice)

you and juza sat outside the 24/7 convenience store on the bench, placing both your grocery bags down beside you. the plastic red happy face staring back at you rustled in the light night winds as you two opened your ice creams with childish excitement

unexpectedly, juza began wolfing down the treat without warning, sparing no modesty as he indulged. you almost giggled at how cute he was acting, like his true personality that loved anything sweet didn’t match up with his gangster appearance at all

juza paused when he noticed you weren’t eating, holding the stick mid–air like he hadn’t noticed you were there. juza cleared his throat, about to make up some excuse before you ruffled his hair, smiling again

“you’re so funny, juza! let’s do this again, sometime!” you said, retracting your hand when you were aware of how red his cheeks were. juza didn’t respond, just stared as you rummaged through your bag to pull out a pen with an “aha!” as you looked at him expectantly

juza blanked. did you want something? what did you want? before juza could ask, you just took his hand and his entire body froze. he shutdown, he had no idea how to react, why wasn’t he pulling away?

you scribbled a set of numbers, writing your name below the phone number as you doodled a smiley face on his hand. you pushed his hand back, letting him regain his consciousness as juza blinked rapidly, trying to keep his composure

“text me, okay?” juza just nodded as you gathered your things to go home, saying goodnight as you were about to walk away. juza quickly got back to his senses as he took his own bags in a hurry, rushing over to you as you looked back with surprise

“did you forget—” you were about to ask before juza shook his head, trying to find the right words as he let out an exasperated sigh

“it’s dangerous at night. let me walk you home.” juza demanded, giving no room for arguments as you fondly ruffled his hair again, laughing when he had enough sense to whack your hand away lightly

you two walked to your house, and as soon as juza arrived home with the snacks, he texted you

juza: i never got your name. let’s go out again tomorrow.

you agreed, not knowing how badly he reacted to you sending “it’s a date” as he flopped onto his bed. juza hid his blush in his pillow, kicking his legs uselessly as banri just figured he had a cold or something

you two began having daily night visits to the local convenience store, becoming regulars as you two shared your favorite snacks

you were never scared to be out at night anymore since juza was intimidating enough. anywhere you went, all juza had to do was glare at them unintentionally for everyone to leave you two alone at night

(it was hard to explain to juza he had a natural resting bitch face, though he didn’t buy it)

one night, juza was walking you home again but this time, you guys were taking your favorite route. it was the one along the common park, where the only thing that illuminated the streets besides the lamps were the bright vending machines at every corner

you stopped by one, insisting on having juza taste this coffee brand by dragging him by his arm. you didn’t even have to describe it before he already pushed in a coin for you, refusing to let you pay for anything even if it hurt his wallet

you didn’t even question it at this point anymore. you punched in the number and took it from the machine, popping it open with a smile as you held it out to him

“come on, juza! just one sip, that’s all~” you begged, putting on your best high–pitched cute voice and puppy dog eyes just for him to budge. he protested, saying it never worked on him, but juza begrudgingly took the can and sipped, immediately grimancing

“why do you drink such bitter coffee?!” juza spluttered, trying not to spit it out as you laughed, taking it back. you had paid for a strawberry milk this time, passing it to him as an offering of forgiveness. juza just pretended to glare at you as he quickly took the drink, too distracted by the gross taste to question why you paid

sitting down on the bench, you and juza quietly observed the homely street, underneath the flickering street light as the odd car drove by every now and then

“you know, you’ll have to get used to what i like if we’re dating.” you joked, nudging his arm but juza whipped his head towards you with an alarmed look, like he completely missed something

“wait... are we dating?” juza asked innocently, oblivious to the fact he had been going on night dates with you for the past month

you blanked, staring at him with the most incredulous expression ever as it took all your power to not burst out into laughing right then and there

“juza...” you started, trying to keep your face serious as he just owlishly blinked at you, still holding onto his tiny carton of strawberry milk in his huge hands. it was comically gold, but you pushed through, trying to not scare him off

“when i said these were dates... what did you think i meant?” you slowly enunciated as juza’s mind flashed back to all the texts you said confirming if these were dates, and he just agreed without thinking it over

oh my god. juza had been going steady with you, and he hadn’t even realized it

“oh.” juza just said, and he wanted to smack his hand against his forehead. he had been so dense! all these times, all his gestures, of course you thought you two were dating, it’s everything a boyfriend would do!

“juza, it’s okay, we don’t—” you dejectedly started, hiding your disappointment at misreading the signs as juza shook his head, placing his drink down as he fully turned his body towards you

“no, no. let’s date, i want to—” juza insisted, holding onto your wrist before you tugged him in and kissed his strawberry lips gently, afraid he was going to run away and close himself off

when juza quickly pulled back, your heart dropped. was it too soon? did you move too fast? oh no, did juza hate you? what could you do to apologize? before you could profusely say sorry, juza grimanced again as he wiped his lips

“ugh... black coffee.” juza grumbled, muttering something about how you just had to torture him before you snickered with relief, thankful he just hated savory foods and not you

(next time he bought you something was strawberry chapstick, you use it every day)

from that moment forward, it felt like a new relationship. now that juza was aware you two were dating, he did everything in his power to make sure you didn’t left a finger

he was the type to lay his jacket down across a puddle just so you could walk across (despite just being able to walk around it), he shared half of whatever he ate with you even if it was his favorite, and he began picking you up at your house with his motorcycle (he even got a customized helmet for you and always strapped it tight before speeding off) (under the speed limit of course)

(juza even tried liking bitter food, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it no matter how many times he saw you eat it)

it was as if the night was to claim as your own, where no one could disturb the new couple as you two had all the time in the world to hang out and discover more local areas to gaze up at the stars

juza was dense, but he tried his best in every way he could to show he cared about you. that still included paying for you every chance he got, and one time, when you asked where all his money came from, his nonchalant answer almost made you turn the entire vehicle around

“fights?!” you exclaimed, shocking juza to skid to a stop in the middle of the road as he glanced at you with wide eyes. he looked surprised at your angry reaction, frowning in confusion

“yeah, people like betting and i always win, so.” juza reasoned, but it literally made no sense to you as you smacked his arm for real this time, not even feeling sorry as he winced and complained about how he regretted teaching you self defense

“juza! you hate fighting!” you were appalled, knowing your boyfriend was never interested in fighting and people only approached him because of his street cred. he was truly a gangster, but he didn’t care about it, just wanted to see you and have some sugar

“yeah, but they make good money.” juza shrugged, about to drive off again before you yanked on his helmet strap, pulling him back as you narrowed your eyes at him

“no more fights, got it? i love you, not your money.” you said but it was too late. juza shifted his head so he was looking over his shoulder with a flustered blush across his nose

“you... you love me?” juza choked out, as if he couldn’t believe it. you were mortified, unable to believe you just let the l–word out like that before he had an attempt at a smile

“i, i love you, too.” juza mumbled, pretending like his first love confession wasn’t a big deal as he didn’t give you time to respond, just driving off into the night with the load roar of his engine

you responded by wrapping your arms around his waist, leaning your head on his shoulder with a wide smile. juza didn’t need any more answers, just wanted to keep you safe as you two drove to your next date

you were definitely one of his own, even more than that, now

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Empathetic Ch. 1

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Summary: After your mom, the number 1 hero in America, gets offered a teaching position at U.A., you two pack up your things and head to Musutafu, Japan to start a new life. Pressure for you in America was at an all-time high, and now you're in Japan, where almost no one knows you, or your family's past.

This tale starts on your first day of class where your new teacher decides the best way for you to fit in is to fight against the strongest person in your class: Bakugou Katsuki.

Warnings/Genre: This piece will feature some angst and reference to an abusive parent, if you are ever worried about other tw’s feel free to send me an ask and I will let you know. There will also be fluff, slight angst, pining, and slowburn

A/N: This is also posted on ao3 under @allie_win. I’m transferring it over here, pls let me know if you like it! I love your comments! Just a note that any italics means thoughts.

(series masterlist)

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An incessant buzzing woke you up to the image of a dark ceiling. You turned over onto your side and shut off the alarm that woke you up, before standing up from the couch you were sleeping on.

When you slept, you were finally able to take out your wireless earbuds without fear of hearing something you wished you would be able to forget. However, as soon as you woke up, you plugged them back in deciding that it was too early to hear others’ thoughts.

You stretched until you heard your back crack; it ached from sleeping on a less than comfortable couch for the past three days. You trekked around the room quietly, grabbing a glass of water and chugging it down quickly. Your small gray cat jumped onto the counter as you drank, begging for pets. You pet him for only a moment before you grabbed your phone that had been charging on the coffee table and started playing music.

Seeing that you were more often than not wearing earbuds, you spent a decent amount of your time arranging playlists that you would listen to repeatedly. Your morning playlist started with calmer songs that you could stretch to before slowly picking up to get you energized for your morning run.

You slept in your sweatpants and sweatshirt so you only had to put on a sports bra before walking out to be greeted by early morning, the sun only beginning to rise. Hues of pink and orange were beginning to fade away, being replaced by light blue color. A dusting of clouds lingered around the rising sun. You quickly began your stretches, making sure your body was warm before walking out of the patio and into the public.

Not many people were out and about quite yet, but some people began their commutes early and were already heading towards the subway station. You preferred to run at this time because the streets were considerably less crowded. It was a precaution you took to have a peaceful run even though the earbuds and music helped to block out other’s thoughts.

You jumped a few times in place, shaking out your hands before beginning your jog, letting the playlist take you away. You only ran this route a few times at this point, so you were a bit more conscious, making sure you went the right way, but you still cherished the time alone. Only your music and your thoughts.

Today was your first day going to your new school: UA High School.

However, it was also your mom’s first time attending such a school. She was specifically asked to come to UA High School to help with the hero courses. Her ability to control the elements placed her as number 1 hero in America and UA asked for her to come help with students who quirks also revolved around elements.

As of now, her stay was only supposed to last 3 months depending on how essential they found her in the months to come. However, before she accepted the position, your mom made it clear that you were to come with her to UA High School. All your siblings graduated and moved on to hero work and she did not want to leave you with them when you were “only in your second-year and still needed your mom around to help you!” Or at least that’s how she put it.

As of now, you were sleeping on the couch of her apartment right outside of UA. Mr. Principal didn’t want you to move into the second-year dorm rooms until you met the class. He told you that you would be starting in class 2-A based on your place in your old school’s ranking as well as your mom’s achievements. It slightly frustrated you to be given special treatment because of your mom, but you were well aware of your power and assured yourself that Mr. President was one of the smartest people alive and knew where you belonged. However, he also assured you that if your teacher, Aizawa, did not think you fit well in the class, then you may be moved into a class that could utilize your skills more.

You still remember your mom laughing at that, noting how there was no way you wouldn’t fit into the 2-A class.

Turning the corner to run back home, you wondered how your first day would go. You knew very little about your classmates, seeing that you only knew them from the sports festival from last year. They were all very strong and determined people and you were not looking forward to hearing their thoughts. You could put on your earbuds when introducing yourself, but even then, strong thoughts could pierce through the rubber and plastic.

Maybe it would be good not to wear your earbuds, then you could see who wants to be friends with you. Or see who hates you.

You walked up the small staircase to your front door, opening it to see your mom cooking breakfast. The aroma filled your nose and made your stomach growl.

“Good morning!” She greeted you in English.

Her Japanese was far from perfect, but you excelled in the language. It was pertinent that you understood a language in order to understand someone’s thoughts. You knew Japanese quite well before you heard you would be transferring, but after you heard the news, you spent most of your time studying the language as much as you could.

“Ohayo.” You corrected her. “It’s important to practice Japanese around people who won’t laugh at you.”

She smiled at you before turning back to her cooking. Even though you had earbuds in, you still knew she was grateful for you. Sometimes she thought about how your generation was too serious about hero work. She often reminded you to make friends throughout your high school career, something you typically ignored.

Your cat walked in between your legs as you tried to carefully step around him and into the kitchen.

“Are you excited for today?”

“More nervous.” You stripped yourself of your sweatshirt and refilled your water from earlier.

“I’m sure everyone will love you!” Your mom encouraged you.

Not many people loved you back home. No one really liked being friends with someone who could read thoughts and manipulate emotions. But you didn’t say that aloud.

“Thanks.” You drank half the glass of water. “I’m going to shower before breakfast.” You finished the glass and trotted upstairs to the single shower. You turned on the water and got undressed. Once warm, you took your earbuds out, put them into their case, and placed them next to the sink.

You stepped inside and allowed the water to wash off the cold sweat from your body. You finished quickly, drying off, placing your earbuds back in, and changing into UA’s school uniform. You pulled at the skirt, not sure where to let it rest on your hips. You wished it was just an inch longer, but you pushed the thought away, thinking it would be better to adapt to your surroundings. It would make you a better hero.

You smiled at yourself in the mirror once you were satisfied with your outfit. You spent a few moments fixing your hair, making sure you looked good on your first day. It’s important to make a good impression when first meeting everyone.

You came downstairs to see your mom was just finishing with breakfast. You grabbed plates, chopsticks, and glasses from the cupboard before sitting down at the small table. Once your mom sat down, you smiled.

“Itadakimasu!” You spoke while grabbing the chopsticks from the table. Your mom repeated what you said, albeit a bit slower. “You cooked, so you can just respond with ‘Hai!’”

Your mom nodded, looking down as if to commit the action to memory. She grabbed her chopsticks and started eating. You followed her actions. You both sat in silence before she spoke up. “Mr. President says we should both come to his office a little before school begins so I can get the tour and Aizawa can take you to class.”

Aizawa sensei, you thought, making sure to be prepared for the overload of Japanese you would be experiencing once in school.

“Why aren’t I getting a tour?” You asked, looking up from the food to meet your mom’s eyes.

“Mr. President says he wants one of your classmates to give you the tour.”

You nodded. You looked at the clock to debate when you should leave. Classes started at 8:30 so it would be safe to arrive at 8. That meant you needed to leave in less than 20 minutes. You gulped down the lump that quickly formed in your throat.

Suddenly, your mom’s warm hand was on yours and your nervousness was replaced by a calm and soothing feeling. Not only could you hear people’s thoughts, but you could also control emotions. When touching someone, you could experience their feelings, change their feelings, and even make people become so relaxed they fall asleep.

You smiled up at her, appreciating her help.

Once done eating, you cleaned up the dishes while your mom finished getting ready. Once done, you grabbed your things and scrolled through your phone waiting. She came downstairs, dressed in her hero outfit. Her suit was rather simple, consisting of stretch materials that were resistant to heat and cold. It sparkled purple and yellow, her favorite colors. She smiled at you before grabbing her back and ushering you out the door.

UA was only a 5-minute walk from the house so neither of you worried about starting a conversation. Only a few people were at the campus now, most of them spending their time chatting with others or getting ready to go into their classrooms. Your mom didn’t really get much attention even in her uniform, because most people in Japan didn’t know her.

You noticed a couple of students pointing and whispering and pulled out one earbud to hear their thoughts. Your suspicions were proven to be correct when they both thought about whether or not your mom was Lady Elemental. You put your earbud back in, satisfied with your findings.

You quickly arrived at Mr. President’s office and knocked on the door. The door opened and you were greeted by 3 men. You recognized Mr. President and All Might, seeing as All Might was the man that actually recommended your mom for the position. Next to them was a pale and tired-looking man. He was wearing all black apart from the white scarf around his neck and looked like he might actually be asleep.

“Ah, welcome in!” Mr. President greeted. Your mom and you bowed, something you reminded her to do on the way to UA.

Your mom’s bad Japanese accent was quite clear, but no one seemed to mind. You opted for staying in the corner, waiting for someone to bring you up. Eventually, Mr. President introduced you to the pale man.

That was Aizawa-sensei. Otherwise known as Eraser Head.

Your mom, Mr. President, and All Might chatted away, talking about certain students your mom would be working with and occasionally about your own skills as a hero-in-training. You tried to drown out their compliments about you to your mom but were too afraid to play actual music in fear of disrespecting them.

At 8:30, Aizawa looked at you before mentioning it was time to get to class. You nodded and said your goodbyes, thanking everyone for their kind words, before following Aizawa through the halls. He explained to you that he would introduce you, and would purposefully not tell the class your quirk. He wanted them to learn by showing them.

“It’s important that they learn to figure out someone’s quirk during a battle, especially if it’s more hidden like yours,” He commented. Even though he was talking very clearly in the office to your mom, he began slurring his words around you.

Wait, battle? Does that mean he wants me to fight someone on my first day?

Your thoughts were interrupted when he stopped in front of a door that said 2-A and turned back to you. “I’d prepare you for what you are about to see, but it’s hard to describe.”

At that warning, you quickly pulled out your earbuds, deciding it was best to hear their thoughts. Aizawa turned back and slid the door open. As you walked in, the class quickly went silent and all the eyes in the class turned to you.

Most people were just wondering who you were, some putting it together that you must be a new student based on your uniform. You made eye contact with a small boy with purple balls on his head. His thoughts were not one you hoped to hear much of in the future. Disgusting.

You stopped by Aizawa, wondering if you should introduce yourself. Before you could speak, Aizawa-sensei began speaking. “Class, this is L/N Y/N. She is joining our class as of now.”

A tall student with glasses, you recognized him as Iida Tenya, stood up, “Excuse me, Sensei, but why is she joining our class? We have a perfect 20 students, and aren’t we supposed to be the top class? Wouldn’t this be unfair to the other classes?”

You squint your eyes at the student, knowing his intentions were pure, but his mouth was unfiltered. A few people’s minds raced with similar thoughts and couple students nodded in agreement.

“Y/N’s mom is now teaching here so she is joining us. She’s placed in this class because her mom is Lady Elemental,” Aizawa responded.

Your eyes connected with a green-haired boy who stared at you before rushing to pull out a notebook and began writing. He was the only person in the class who knew your mom and you knew him as Midoriya Izuka from the sports games last year.

“Why should I care about some stupid hero I’ve never heard of? I’m probably stronger than Lady Ele-whatever!” Another person said. His hair was ash-blonde and he had his feet up on the table. Bakugou Katsuki.

You scoffed at his comment, knowing your mom could wipe the floor with his ass anyday.

Aizawa looked at Midoriya who was sitting behind Bakugou. “Midoriya? Care to answer for me?”

The boy looked up from his notebook and smiled brightly. “Lady Elemental is the number 1 hero in America!”

That got people’s interests. Your head pounded and ached with all the new thoughts and you discreetly placed your earbuds back in, making sure not to grab anyone’s attention as they whispered about your mom.

“So?” The grumpy boy opened his eyes to look at you and you met his crimson eyes with a glare of your own. He spoke again, “That doesn’t mean she’s good! Half-and Half’s dad is famous, but I can still beat him in a fight.”

“Thank you for volunteering, Bakugou” Aizawa spoke again. “I want the class to see Y/N’s skills first hand and was hoping someone would be willing to spar with her.”

So I was right! He does want me to fight someone!

That thought was quickly forgotten when you saw a smirk form on the boy’s face. “My pleasure. It’s just another person to beat.”

“LIke you can beat me,” You mumbled, but only a few people closest to you heard.

“Good. Everyone, go to the sparring field. Bakugou, you can go change into the sparring gear, not your uniform. Ashido-san, can you show Y/N the way?”

“Hai!” Everyone responded, before slowly getting up and making their way out of the class.

A girl with pink skin, pink hair, and two small horns walked up to you smiling. “Hello, I am Ashido Mina!” She greeted you in English. Her accent was heavy, but ultimately cuter than it was bad.

You smiled at how bubbly and outgoing she was. You introduced yourself back and gave her a small bow, thanking her for taking you.

“Oh, it’s my pleasure!” She waved you off. “So, what’s your quirk?”

You followed her out of the class, “Um, Aizawa-sensei told me that I shouldn’t tell anyone.”

Ashido frowned. “Aww! Well, if he wants it to be a surprise then I’m sure you are going to kick Bakugou’s ass!” She made a couple punching motions, as if hitting Bakugou herself. “He sweats nitroglycerin and uses it to make explosions in his hands and is kind of a prick because he thinks he’s better than everyone.”

You nodded, “I know, I watched your sports festival.” Honestly, you thought Bakugou’s anger was more passionate than anything when you watched the games. Your brother even teased you because you looked Bakugou Katsuki up after the obstacle course to learn more about him.

Ashido smiled and began talking to you about the festival. She turned right, away from the class, and brought you to the changing rooms. She grabbed a pair of new clothes and handed them to you. “Here, change into these. You can put your clothes in the locker here. It’s mine, but I don’t know which one is yours so this will do for now.”

“Thanks,” You replied. Ashido turned away so you could change in private and began to tell you about her quirk as you got dressed.

Seeing that your quirk wasn’t very offensive and more defensive, you spent a lot of your time perfecting your skill with knives and swords. You had a knife attached to each arm, ending where your wrist met the palm of your hand. You could discharge the knives and put them back easily so it helped during battles. You also wore boots with spikes in them. If you stomped once, a knife would come out the tip and if you stomped again, it would retract. If you stopped twice, spikes would come out all over your boots. You left the weapons on after you changed, thinking they would come in handy when you tried to show the class your worth.

Once done changing, you walked around to greet Ashido. She smiled at you, stopping what she was saying and taking you through a door. Once open, you found that you were now outside. There was a small set of bleachers to your left and a large circle right in front of you.

Bakugou was already done changing and was jogging around the circle. Probably to store up sweat, you thought. Ashido was already sitting the bleachers with the other students once you looked up at them.

Aizawa stood up and you and Bakugou both moved to stand opposite each other in the circle. “This match is a basic sparring match. If you can’t move, are knocked unconscious,” Aizawa looked at you. He must know you can put people to sleep with a simple touch, “Or are pushed out of the circle, you lose.”

Bakugou smirked at you and flashed a few small explosions as if to scare you. “Prepare to lose, idiot!”

Two could play at that game. You put your hair behind your ears and slowly pulled out the earbuds one at a time. You placed them into the case and put the case into a pocket on a belt you always wore. You quickly moved your hands to activate your knives. They were suddenly in your hands, and you posed, ready to take his hits. “Bring it on!”

“Stop,” Aizawa commented. “No weapons or help of any kind.”

You sighed before standing up straight again, You let gravity do the work to have your knives slide back into their cases. You took off the holders and tossed them to the side. You then knelt down and began untying your boots.

“What are you doing?!” Bakugou yelled at you.

“I’m taking off my shoes, idiot! They have knives in them!” You stomped to prove your point before stomping again to retract the small blade. You took off your socks too in order to make sure you wouldn’t slip.

You stood up and tossed your shoes where your knives were. You finally took off your belt, even though it only held the earbuds and not the sword that accompanied you with your costume.

“If she has to remove her weapons then this battle is going to be too easy!” Bakugou yelled, trying to boost his ego. Holy shit, he actually thinks knife work is your quirk.

“I guess you are right,” Aizawa responded and you wanted to laugh. You got back into position and Aizawa quickly said, “Start!”

Bakugou was quick to send an explosion your way, it was much louder than you expected, but you knew it was coming and you knew it was a distraction for him to get closer to you and hit you straight on. Quickly, you knelt down and pushed yourself forward, meeting Bakugou faster than he expected. You pushed yourself up, punching Bakugou in the chin.

The small contact you made gave you a small glimpse and the anger and determination Bakugou had inside him.

You quickly moved aside to make sure Bakugou couldn’t hit you back. You only saw him fight about a year ago and knew he must have gotten even stronger since then. Your punches weren’t as strong as his could be and knew he was already thinking about a counter move. He was shocked though and you knew it. In fact, you were tempted to end the battle here, one more touch and you could make him sleep, ending the match.

However, you also knew Aizawa wanted the students to be able to figure out your quirk. If you ended the match here, people would just think it was dumb luck that you could move faster and predict Bakugou’s moves.

Bakugou yelled before sending another blast towards you, this one smaller and faster. As soon as he released it, you were already moving, running across the perimeter to stand where Bakugou started at the beginning of the match. Unfortunately, when you moved away, the explosions went straight towards the bleachers. You watched as a few students moved away and one red-haired boy stood up to take the blow.

You knew he was thinking about being manly and proving his strength, but pushed the thought aside because you heard Bakugou’s thoughts.

She’s looking away, now is my chance to get her! <1> Bakugo sent about 5 explosions your way by the time you looked back at him, loud enough to stop you from hearing any thoughts for those few moments.

The last one picked up the concrete with it, a move he used against Uraraka at the sports games. How unoriginal. You didn’t have time to move left or right, because of the attack taking up more range than you could run in a few seconds, so you ducked. Only a few pieces of rubble hit you, but you knew that Bakugou was charging so you span around to the right, keeping low. He noticed you moved just in time for him to stop himself before running out of the circle.

He yelled something you couldn’t quite hear because of his slurring but based on the swears he was thinking, you were sure it wasn’t very nice. You knew he was thinking hard about what to do next, but no thought crossed over his brain that you could read his thoughts.

“Idiot,” You mumbled.

“What was that?” He yelled back, testing you to say it again.

You slowly moved father from him to allow yourself more range of response time. “I called you stupid!” You responded.

“And why am I stupid?” He growled back, sending a few explosions your way. You knew he wasn’t advancing so you simply ran out of the way. You counted 20 explosions in total, each one following you as you ran away from the last. You knew that as he fought, he got sweatier and gained more explosive power. You needed to make sure he didn’t move too much during this battle.

Suddenly, you heard Midoriya’s thoughts pierce through your own: I can’t believe she’s beating Kacchan without even using her quirk!

“Because you still don’t know what my quirk is… Kacchan.” You knew it would drive him mad, but also hoped it would clue him into your quirk.

You heard Midoriya gasp. He figured it out, but Bakugou only growled, not realizing why you knew his nickname. You heard Midoriya whispering to some people about it, while others began to figure it out on their own.

Out of pure anger, Bakugou rushed you, hoping to blast you in the face. Not much thought went behind the action, but speed was something you constantly worked on so you were able to slip by his grip at the last second.

You ran across the circle to gain more range once more.

Stupid idiot! Why can’t I land a fucking hit on her? Maybe I can blind her with the sun!

Bakugou used his explosions to shoot himself into the sky. You looked up at him, using your arm to block the sun. He had a wicked smile on his face, making him look insane.

I’m not going to lose! You both thought as he attempted to pounce on you. This time, you made sure to move last second so he couldn’t adjust his landing spot soon enough to counter.

As Bakugou contemplated what just happened, you rushed to the other side of the mat. He was catching his breath as you thought about how to get him out of the mat using his own explosions.

“Y/N,” You looked to the left to see Aizawa-sensei in a yellow sleeping bag.

What the fuck is he wearing?

“You can end it.”

You smirked, happy to know you could finally end this match. You knew Bakugou was only getting madder. He yelled and sent more explosions your way, ending it with a big explosion. Obviously, you saw this act coming and you ran to your right so you would be facing opposite to Bakugou. None of the explosions hit and he groaned in anger.

You knew Bakugou was debating what you do next and you took this opportunity to run at him. By the time he noticed you running, you were already close enough to jump up. You jumped as he sent an explosion your way that wasn’t even close to hitting you. You placed your hand on his head before rotating around and using your momentum to push him face-first to the ground. You used your empath quirk to pull all the anger from him and make him relax. Before he was even close to the ground, you yelled out your command, “Sleep!”

You knew he fell asleep because of his slow heart rate and you no longer heard his thoughts. You gripped at his spiky hair as he slammed to the ground, making sure you were still touching him to prevent him from waking up.

Everything was silent, people were not thinking as they stared in shock as how easily you beat their top fighter.

Aizawa stood up, announcing the fight was over. You let go of Bakugou and got off of him. He woke up slowly, blinking a few times before standing up, ready to fight.

“What did you do?” He growled at you.

“Bro!” The red-haired boy ran up to him. “You fucking lost!”

Another boy followed behind him, his hair was bright yellow and it seemed like a smile was permanently glued to his face. “She kicked your ass!”

Before Bakugou had the chance to yell at you, you ran over to Ashido and the other girls, who congratulated you and ‘awed’ over your quirk. Aizawa ushered everyone inside and told you and Bakugou to change. You grabbed your shoes, knives, and belt before heading back into the changing room.

You worried for a moment about whether or not you were going to know how to get back since Ashido went with her friends back to the class. You sighed, deciding you could probably figure it out. You put your earbuds back in and changed back into your school uniform. You neatly folded your clothes and left them in Ashido’s locker. You could get them later and she seemed nice enough that she wouldn’t be bothered by this.

You exited the room, just in time to see Bakugou turn the corner. You chased after him, asking him to wait up. He didn’t stop, but eventually, you caught up to him.

“Good match today!” You smiled at him, genuinely meaning it. Bakugou could become a promising sparring partner if he learned a bit more about how to avoid your quirk.

“Shut up. You just won because I didn’t know your quirk.”

You decided to boost his ego, knowing it would be better not to anger him. “True, but Aizawa told me not to tell anyone. It’s more realistic in battles that you won’t know someone’s quirk so it’s good practice.”

“Tch,” He responded. “Just don’t go reading my thoughts, okay? I don’t like it.”

You pulled aside your hair to show him one of your earbuds. “I can’t really hear them with these guys in.”

He looked at you for a second before looking back forward.

“We should spar again soon, I could show you ways to avoid my quirk,” You offered.

“Like what?” He asked. You couldn’t read his thoughts, but you knew you grabbed his attention with that comment.

“Like if you made a bunch of small explosions, just in your hand to create noise, I wouldn’t be able to hear your thoughts as well. It would give you some time to think.” You responded. You stopped quickly, almost hitting Bakugou in the back.

He quickly opened the door to the classroom and walked inside, you following soon after. You smiled brightly. Without him seeing, you took out one of your earbuds so you could hear him think as you told him your idea.

Fuck, she’s right.

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[fortune-fool02]

Something Strange

Merman Jonathan Joestar x Robert E.O Speedwagon 

Merman AU 

Please enjoy. 

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Speedwagon would never forget that night. That night where the moon's pale light lit up the sandy beach and sparkled in the inky black waters, a soft cool breeze dancing through the air to the sound of the gentle waves lightly hissing as they swayed. A relaxing silence in the air with the lights of the docks close by offering a bit of light for him as he wandered aimlessly up and down the beach, taking in the calming air. He had always found comfort and peace by the sea, listening to the waves and inhaling the sea air, as well as searching for different shells to keep and finding the occasional small crab trying to scurry its way back to the water.

All of it was something he enjoyed, a distant place from the troubles and chaos of the city of London, away from Ogre Street and the gang; here was peace, another world entirely where his worries and troubles were but a distance concern. He often found himself wandering for hours on end, lost in his thoughts as he paced up and down the shore, sometimes he did so alone and other times he was with his two closest friends, Tattoo and Kempo, all three of them chatting and talking about whatever came to mind but most of the time Speedwagon was there alone.

He had never been one to believe in fairytales or stories like that until he wandered up the beach and saw a man laying face down in the sand, his large, well-built body bare of clothes and his legs were tangled in netting, some parts digging into the flesh, rubbing roughly to leave red, raw marks in their place. It was a shocking sight to see indeed and he quickly rushed over to make sure the man was still alive; just as his fingers touched the man's neck, his stunning blue eyes shot up and he all but leaped backwards, panicked and frightened. The cold fear only shot up more as he tried to kick and move his legs, earning pained hisses and whines as the wiring of the net dug in deeper.

"Hey, hey, hey! Don't do that, you'll make it worse!" Speedwagon protested as he moved closer to the dark haired man, ignoring the fact he was naked, and tried to untangle the net without hurting him. The dark haired man hissed in a manner how a predator would, the thug brought his hands up and looked at him, "I want to help you, I'm not gonna hurt you." His words lost their volume and became soft, comforting almost. It wasn't the first time he has helped someone calm down from wounds or injuries, there were plenty of good people in Ogre Street who had been wrongly attacked and left in shock of such things. The man looked at him, his eyes a stunning blue unlike any shade Speedwagon has ever seen before, holding this glow to them that was unseen in humans. Something about it drew him in like a moth to a flame, those eyes imprinting themselves in his mind in perfect detail. Beautiful.

Snapping himself out of his little trance, the thug got back to work with untangling the netting around the man's legs.

"What's your name?" He asked him as he untangled it carefully, hoping to prevent any further harm or discomfort as the man just sat there now, the fear had calmed but still lingered, a thin smoke seeping from a dying fire.

"..." the dark haired man was silent for a moment, his mind processing the question and breaking it down to figure it out, it wasn't often he came in contact with humans but he knew their language somewhat. "Jona...than." Rough and scratchy but his words were understandable, he had heard humans say this name a few times and he found it appealing compared to others and so adopted the name for himself.

"Jonathan? That's a nice name. I'm Robert Speedwagon." A warm smile was offered as he spoke his name, fingers working to untangle the nets and pulling them down. After removing the netting fully and tossing it aside, he checked Jonathan's legs and saw the marks left behind. How on Earth did he have his legs tangled so oddly? And most importantly, why was he here with no clothes?

"What happened to you? How'd you get tangled like that and where're your clothes?" The questions left a partially confused look on Jonathan's face as if he didn't understand half of what Speedwagon just asked him.

"Hunters...tried taking fish and...I got tangled in that," he pointed at the netting, "It forced me onto land then...pain." His fingers touched his own legs, wincing at the marks. Speedwagon was left baffled by this odd man, the strange way he spoke and just everything about him. After thinking for a moment, Speedwagon decided to bring Jonathan to his house to help the dark haired man gather his bearings. Though when he stood up, Jonathan struggled to even walk as if he has never used his legs before, stumbling about like a newly born deer, and it only added to Speedwagon's confusion and curiosity of this odd man.

"It's alright, just take it slow." The thug said as he held onto Jonathan's arm and back to offer support as the larger man tried to walk. "One foot in front of the other, that's it." Doing as instructed, Jonathan put one foot in front of the other and continued this pattern as he kept his balance. How did they make this look so easy? He took another step and a sharpness pricked his foot, earning a pained hiss from him and a loss of balance. Speedwagon quickly kept him supported and held up, a broken shell laid where Jonathan stepped. "We'll sort that out when we get to my place." Jonathan hummed at that and followed the blonde man.

Once they got to his house -a small building tucked in a corner of a poorly lit street that offered much cover for the naked man- Speedwagon grabbed a towel and wrapped it around Jonathan's waist, covering his crotch and giving him some sense of privacy, not that he seemed to be even fazed by such a thing. He doubted he had clothes big enough to fit him but he did have a blanket which was good enough for now. A few minutes of making them some tea and he brought the tray in, setting it on the table.

"Here you go, hope you like it." Jonathan reached out and took the cup into his hands, sniffing it a little and examining it. Has he never even seen a cup of tea before? Everything about this man just threw more questions at Speedwagon and very few answers that made sense. Taking a sip, a pleased sound left Jonathan as he continued to drink the tea, almost chugging the full cup. At least he liked it, that was good.

After finishing his drink, Jonathan continued to look around the room, taking in his surroundings. The blonde man's scent was heavy in the air, confirming this to be his den, and yet Speedwagon welcomed him with no threats nor aggression, it was odd for Jonathan to be so easily welcomed in territory that was not his. Were all humans like this? Or was it just Speedwagon? Still, he made no attempts to harm him nor trick him, he felt safe here. Away from those hunters and any predators that would have easily taken advantage of his wounded state and yet Speedwagon helped him, tended to his wounds and even offered him shelter and food. That was good.

Speedwagon thought about the odd answers Jonathan gave him when asked questions. Why would he be so concerned about fishermen taking fish? Why would he be in the water in the first place to get tangled in the netting? How come- Wait a moment...

Slowly, like a photograph coming into focus, all the pieces fell into place. Jonathan wasn't human. How could he be with all these odd things and actions? And the condition he was found in makes sense, he struggled to walk not because of the netting -which wasn't even deep enough to do any severe damage- but because he never used legs before. He had something else. A...a tail fin. Jonathan was some kind of siren or merman....

It sounded preposterous but it all made sense with Jonathan's attitude and everything about the man. After having a moment to allow his mind to calm and take this in, Speedwagon tried to think of what to do. Despite the rational, focused side of his mind trying to think of a plan to return the merman or siren or whatever he was back to his home, there was an unyielding wonder and fascination of the situation. A creature of legend and myth was with him, in his very home. Many questions swirled in his head but he had to keep a focused mind. He returned to the living room to see the dark haired man examining many of the little knickknacks that decorated the room. Such curiosity for such silly things.

"Jonathan," At the sound of his name, he turned his attention away from the knickknacks and to Speedwagon instead. "Be honest with me, where're you from? Really?" He asked, getting straight to the point and not bothering to skip around the bushes. Jonathan turned towards the window and pointed out it, towards the direction of the beach, of the sea.

"Water...That is...home." Was his answer and only confirmed Speedwagon's bizarre idea. Speedwagon nodded as he watched Jonathan turn towards the window, gazing out the window and towards the sea again, like a person longing to be reconnected to something they lost. The sorrow that flowed in those stunning blue eyes all but tugged at his heart, pushing him to wishing to help this strange man.

"I know you want to go back, but if the fishin' men are still out, you'll just be caught again. And won't be so lucky next time." Listening to the blonde man's words, Jonathan knew they rung true. It was by chance he had escaped them the first time, he doubted it would happen again. But what would he do now? Be stuck in a place he didn't understand? And for how long? How long could he last without water? Noticing the growing distress from him, Speedwagon slowly approached and carefully patted his shoulder.

"Don't worry, big guy. I'll help you." Jonathan turned and looked at Speedwagon, something akin to hope and wonder flickered in his eyes as he gazed at him. "Promise. I'll let you know when it's safe for you to go back." In any other situation, Speedwagon might think he was going mad with such a suggestion and offer but the idea of this creature possibly being harmed or killed made his heart ache.

"Safe....with you." A warmth bloomed as those words were spoken. Jonathan leaned close to Speedwagon, who was confused and let the darker haired man do whatever it was he was doing. Resting his forehead against Speedwagon's, Jonathan closed his eyes and pressed the palm of his hand against Speedwagon's, the action strangely soothing and almost intimate by how gentle he was. The soft trills made by the merman were soothing, calming, melting away any fear or worry Speedwagon had. Softly, Speedwagon rested his head against Jonathan's as well, reciprocating the actions, much to the delight of Jonathan.

"Yes, JoJo. You're safe with me."

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[riotfuckery]

Dare

Kirishima Eijiro x flirty!f!Reader

A/N: Hello beautiful readers! It’s your friendly neighborhood big tiddy goth gf with a PG-13 rated Kirishima piece! It’s nothing too crazy. Just flirting, making out (badly described but I tried!!!!) and implied sexy time. Of course all characters are 18+! I am absolutely in love with Kiri so I had to write something about him. This is my first attempt at writing something remotely smutty so enjoy!!!

Warnings: flirting, kinda sexy descriptions, implied sexy time, and a badly described make out

Taglist: @queensynderella @thedreadthread @trafalgar-temptress @kingtamakimurder @birds-have-teeth Thank you for the love and support senpais 💖🥺💖

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That devious word was one in a string as you stared at your gal pals of class 3-A. Everyone was playing truth or dare, a childish but nonetheless fun game. Things were going as you would expect they would. Momo confessing her not so obvious crush on Todoroki, Mina sending a flirty text to Sero, and even Jiro playing the shittyflute version of “my heart will go on”.

The giggly atmosphere turned dramatic as you were called up. Mina had just been dared to eat an Oreo with an ungodly amount of hot sauce by Jiro, the pink girl chugging water dramatically until she finished with a sigh. Black and yellow eyes sparkled mischievously as she locked her gaze on you cackling with a pillow clutched to your stomach.

“(Y/N)!!!!! Truth or dare?” She asked, the devious smirk on her face as she theatrically called you out.

“Dare, cmon girly, hit me with your best shot.” you smirked at her cockily, making the ‘bring it’ motion with your hands. What was the worst she could have you do? Streak around the room naked?

Her eyes lit up for a split second, an evil idea popped into her cute pink head. She was your best friend, no secrets held and boy was she going to use that to her advantage.

“I dare you, my sweet (y/n)-Chan, to sit on Kirishimas lap right now, while he’s with the rest of the boys and ask him if he hardens everywhere when he uses his quirk.” she announced, the smile on her face evil as the devil himself. She knew for a fact that you liked Kiri and her matchmaker heart couldn’t resist the temptation.

You stared at her angrily, knowing full well what she was doing. The blush on your face betraying you as it clawed it’s way to your cheeks as you heard a few “ooooohs” around the room from the other girls.

“You’re on pinky pie, let’s do this.” You challengingly grinned. You never backed down from a challenge and some crush wasn’t gonna get in the way of it. Maybe Bakugo was rubbing off on you more than you’d like to admit. Poor Kiri would be so confused and you just figured that you’ll have to explain it to him later.

Mina, Kyoka, and Ochako followed you out of the room with their phones out eagerly. The four of you made your way to the common room as you steeled your nerves. Kirishima was your personal ray of sunshine, the bright boy always being there for you when you needed that little extra push.

The thought of just sitting in his lap in front of everyone and asking him such a flirty question made something within you spark, the challenge making you smirk cockily. A devious smirk plastered on your face at the thought of making that sharp toothed boy blush.

The sound of multiple hushed giggles came from your friends as they walked behind you. If they thought they would make you stutter and blush then on god were they wrong and you were gonna give them a show as well.

All of you arrived at the common room, seeing the Bakusquad taking turns playing Mario Kart. Sero and Kaminari were both playing while yelling and bumping into each other. Bakugo and Kirishima sitting on the couch while the other two sat on the floor in front of the screen a few feet away.

The girls hid around the corner with their phones out and recording as you made your move. You didn’t wanna mess around too much so you just went right for the target.

The outfit you were wearing couldn’t have been any more perfect. A thin black tank top and a very short pair of Crimson Riot pj shorts with black knee high socks. The shorts were bright red and the back had “CRIMSON RIOT” printed on the back of them in big black letters.

“Hey boys, whatchya up to?” Your sweet voice called out. Gracefully walking behind the two boys fighting in front of the screen, you sat yourself in between Kirishima and Bakugo.

“Dunce face and soy sauce are over there HOGGING THE GAME!” The blonde boy roughly yelled out as the sound of popping came from one of his palms.

You let out a small giggle. Bakugo always amused you with his attitude but you respected him a lot. Apparently, he felt the same as you because he never really bothered you. He let out a low growl at your laugh but kept his mouth shut.

You turned toward the Kirishima, the red haired boy already blushing from your boobs peeking out of the thin black tank top you wore. He couldn’t help but take a quick glance, as much as he scolded himself for it. You were just so mesmerizing.

You gave him the “come here” wave with your index finger, smirking at the already pink cheeks of the boy. He hesitantly leaned in closer, his heart was pounding in his chest.

You gave out a light hum in contemplation. The options of just doing it now or teasing him a bit more was weighing in your head. Seeing him stutter was gonna be wonderful, but playing it out would make it a lot more fun.

Deciding to get it over with, you chose to spare the shark boy embarrassment. You couldn’t do that to your sweet and oh so manly crush. Putting on the most innocent tone you could muster, you went to complete your dare.

“Hey Kiri~ Can I ask you something?” your innocent tone affecting him more than you planned. The blush on his cheeks blossomed from a baby pink to bright pink on his handsome face.

You swung your legs over his, straddling his legs with your own and positioning yourself so you were face to face with him. The innocent facade still up as you rested your hands on his broad shoulders. He froze, his shocked and warm red eyes stared into your sparkling (e/c) ones.

You pulled yourself closer to his ear, soft lips barely brushing the appendage as you softened your voice to a whisper.

The fire in your spirit manifested in your eyes and lower belly. You glanced to the side just in case, locking eyes with Bakugo for a moment. The cheeky smirk on your face as you shot him a wink. He just continued to watch what you were up to with his own interested smirk.

“Do you harden everywhere when you use your quirk, Red Riot?~” you purred, making the words drip off your lips like honey. The heat from his face radiated off of him and on yourself, pride swelling in your chest. You pressed a quick kiss to his burning cheek in apology and moved off of the poor blushing boy.

Without so much a glance to your cute energetic crush, you walked away with an extra swing of your hips. Leaving the poor boy red faced and frozen, staring at your curvy form walking away. You catwalked your way around the corner, coming face to face with your girls.

“WOAH (Y/N)-CHAN THAT WAS SO HOT!” Mina yelled excitingly.

“You gave us quite the show, (y/n)-Chan.” Momo’s elegant voice rang out.

“That was so bold!” Ochako’s bright and bubbly voice complimented as well.

Your inner pride swelled even more at the praises, mentally patting yourself on the back for the good show. All of you went back to Momo’s room and continued your sleepover, stuffing your faces with junk food and talk of boy bands until you all called it a night and went to your own rooms to sleep.

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Flustered was an understatement for the feeling Kirishima Eijiro had after your stunt. The red on his cheeks matched his hair as he watched your perfect ass walk away so teasingly in those Crimson Riot shorts.

He may not have ranked the highest in his test scores (we don’t talk about that), but he was smart enough to know you knew what you were doing. The way you spoke right next to his ear and the way your crotch pressed into his was no coincidence.

His vermillion eyes stayed in the direction you stalked off to, a breath he didn’t know he was holding released as he watched you disappear. His mind was racing at the reasons why you would do this.

The sweet crush he had teasing him in public like this? And asking such a daring question? And leaving before he could even answer?

An amused hmph from an angry blonde shook him from his thoughts. A red brow quirked at the blonde bombshell in silent question. Bakugo wore an impressed smirk much to the redhead’s surprise.

“Cheeky brat” he amusingly scoffed. “Hey shitty hair, if you don’t take her I might give it a shot” Bakugo smirked while casually looking at the two other boys still fighting and yelling over the video game.

Kirishima’s red eyes narrowed in a silent glare at the nonchalant ash blonde. He liked you since the beginning of the school year, your willingness to never back away from a challenge but knowing your limits piqued his interest. The sweet but flirty smiles, fiery (e/c) eyes, and kind personality made him fall hard for you.

“No way, Bakubro! I’ve liked her for awhile now, I’ll make my move and show her just how manly I can be!” Kiri’s ever present friendliness shone through his determined tone with a sharp toothed smile.

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After your time with the girls, you headed back to your room sleepily. Padding down the hall wrapped in a fluffy blanket and holding your pillow, a small yawn escaped your lips.

You arrived at your room, taking off your slippers and shutting your door with a loud thud. The bold dare you were challenged to flashed back as you flopped down on your bed.

‘Speechless huh? Well I would be too if that happened to me. He took it a lot better than I thought he would. What else would I expect? Him grabbing my hips and asking if I wanted to find out?’ You speculated to yourself.

An airy sigh escaped you as you flung off your fluffy blanket and went to go get ready for bed. It was only 8pm but with the eventful hangout with the girls, the bold dare that you would have to explain later, and the amount of junk food you ate, you were tired.

After grabbing your toothbrush, toothpaste, and hair bush, you slipped on your slippers and headed to the girls bathrooms. Humming a random tune as you strolled your way to the shared space, you did what you needed to and headed back up to your room.

You walked the halls normally, the thought of training tomorrow making you groan internally. You weren’t the strongest in your infamous class but you had useful quirk. Transport was what the quirk resignation office called it. A mix between telekinesis and teleportation. You could transport people and things within eyesight.

The nasty headaches you got were an awful side effect, the bigger the object meant the more painful the headache. It was useful and training was awful but you were thankful to be put in the top hero class of UA.

The tell tale bright spiky red hair of none other than Kirishima Eijiro, AKA your big time crush came into sight as you rounded the corner. He hadn’t noticed you yet because he was nervously staring at your door.

The panic set in and you quickly teleported yourself into your room. The dull throb of an oncoming headache as you landed in the center of your (f/c) and cozy room.

‘Is he coming to ask about what happened???Am I supposed to say “hey it was a dare, no hard feelings right?” I MEAN YEAH BUT I DIDNT MEAN TO MAKE A SHOW OUT OF IT! OF COURSEEEE I HAD TO GET COCKY AND GIVE THEM A SHOW!” You screeched in your head.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. The worry now fading away and the dull throb in your head slowly disappearing. The ensuing silence made you raise a brow confusingly at your door.

He stared at the other side of the plain piece of wood with no plan and his nervous system in a frenzy. What was he gonna say to you? Was he gonna ask you on a date? Was he gonna try and make you blush?

A quick but sharp knock chased off your confusion. You shook off your nerves for a quick second before you gracefully sat down on your bed with your legs crossed. With a quick clearing of your throat, you called out.

“Come in!” Your sweet voice rang out. Kirishima’s brain turned to scrambled eggs. ‘What am I gonna do? I have NO PLAN! So unmanly! Ugh’ he internally panicked throughout the chaos in his head.

He entered your cozy room and quietly shut the door behind him. The nervousness weighing on him like heavy blanket as he stood anxious in your entranceway.

“Hey Kiri! What’s up?” You happily greeted him, like nothing ever happened in the common room.

Nervousness was replaced with confusion at your happy tone. The familiarity taking over his body as he visibly relaxed. You and Kiri were only friends, much to both of your guys’ disappointment. He visited your room plenty of times to study when he didn’t feel like being beat up by Bakugo.

“Hey! Uhhhh- I was just wondering, what was that out there?” He nervously spat out. It was the only logical thing he could manage to piece together in his frazzled mind.

Your outfit and posture didn’t help his nerves, the crimson riot shorts and thin black tank top made his palms sweat. Your plush thighs crossed just made them just look so much more biteable.

“Oh? That whole thing was a dare, you know girls sleepover thing.” You nonchalantly said as you uncrossed your legs and made your way up to the cute red head.

Playful (e/c) eyes met red ones as you looked up at him through your lashes. The fire was back again and burning brighter then ever, coursing through your veins and boiling your blood ever so sweetly.

“Didn’t mean to embarrass you cutie pie, so no hard feelings alright?” Standing up on the tips of your toes, you leaned forward and pressed another kiss on his cheek.

You couldn’t help but tease him, the wonder of whether he would melt into a puddle or turning the tables and making you blush had you feeling hot and bothered. ‘Let’s see how manly he could be’ the devious thought popped up in your pretty little head.

A sharp toothed smirk made its way onto his handsome face. He knew what game you were playing and he was willing to play along. But he wanted to win. Red eyes met mischievous (e/c) ones as you once again gazed at him, now down on your feet fully.

“Embarrassed? Not at all angel face, just a bit surprised is all. When a sexy little thing like you sits on my lap out of nowhere, what guy wouldn’t be shocked. Now to answer your question babygirl, do you wanna find out now or later?” his deepened voice came out smooth as silk.

Large warm hands moved from his sides and slid from the bottom of those tiny red shorts with a feather light touch to your hips. Grabbing them firmly as he pressed your body close to his as he spoke.

Your lust filled lidded eyes met his own. Red eyes almost glowing with burning desire as he teased you. You pressed your chest against his as you leaned up and ever so slowly leaned in toward his soft lips.

Noses lightly brushed up against each other before you stopped. “Cmon Red Riot~, show me how unbreakable you can be.” You teased back, the little game of cat and mouse making you rub your thighs together in anticipation.

Sharp teeth clashed against yours in a desperate and frenzied kiss, immediately kissing him back just as feverishly as you slid your hands up his broad chest and tangled your hands in his red hair.

His warm tongue swiped your bottom lip, silently asking for permission to enter. You happily invited him in as you parted your plush lips for him.

He explored your mouth eagerly, dominating and exploring what you had to offer with a low groan. You tugged on his hair as he gripped your hips tighter, letting out your own moan at his actions.

Unfortunately you both needed to breathe so you pulled apart, out of breath and with blushes on your face.

“I may be unbreakable, but your bed isn’t. Let’s see if you can keep up, dollface~” he smirked before he brought you in for another heated kiss.

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[nialledfromfics]

The Dating Game | Chapter Three

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He couldn’t get her off his mind. Her infectiously bright smile, the sparkle in her hazelnut eyes every time they locked on his. The way her hair smelled like the sweetest apples ever grown. Her soft giggle, which played over and over in his head like a never ending carousel. They way his body nearly melted any time she got close to him. He barely knew this girl, but he just could not get her off his mind. 

Niall woke up early that Sunday morning after the festival so he could sneak in a small workout. But his concentration wasn’t on his squats or the thirty minutes of treadmill time he was required to do. No, it was stuck on her. On her voice, her hair, her lips, her skin. Every part of her made an aching warmth fill his belly, and his heart race like a goddamn horse in his chest. He hadn’t felt that way about someone in a long time, longer than he could remember. And he had no idea how she felt about him, or if she even thought about him at all, but he was determined to keep this girl, this girl he barely knew, in his life. Somehow.

Wiping the sweat from his browline with a small towel, Niall stepped off the treadmill and chugged back some water. He pulled his phone from the pocket of his shorts and switched off the music that had been playing through his earbuds before opening up his texts. His thumbs idled over the screen, almost like he was too nervous and didn’t know what to say and for Niall, that was something very new. He was usually a pretty confident person and had been so used to networking and meeting loads of people over the past ten years of his career, that talking to others always came easy to him. He was incredibly personable. So, sending a simple text to a girl normally wouldn’t stump him up. Normally. 

Niall ran his finger over his bottom lip in precarious thought, nervously scratching his nails though the side of his beard before he decided to just bite the bullet and...hit send.

Hey Joey , it’s Niall. Just wanted to see how your date went last night. no puke I hope .

The text sent and Niall stood there in the middle of the gym, staring down at his phone like an idiot. Was he waiting for those tiny little bubbles to pop up? He wasn’t sure but he knew he wasn’t moving a muscle until he was positive she had seen it. 

Joey, on the other hand, giggled like a giddy teenager as Alexis jumped up off the sofa and came bounding over to where her friend was standing. “Lemme seeee,” she whined, “what’d he say?” 

“He writes like one of the kids in my class,” Joey playfully teased, Alexis gasping and swatting the side of her arm.

“Be nice.” 

Joey smiled. “I’m only kidding. It’s cute actually.” 

Hooking her hand on her hip, Alexis urged Joey on. “Joey, c’mon, text back. You have to text back.”

“Relax,” she replied, looking over at her best friend, “I am. I’m just...figuring out what I should say.” 

Nipping at the inside corner of her mouth, Joey thought for a minute before sending a text back to him. 

Hi Niall! Date was okay, no puke, thank God. How was your night?

It wasn’t but a few seconds before another text from Niall had popped up onto Joey’s screen. 

N: We had a good Time. it was nice seeing ya . like talking to you .

Slowly flicking her eyes to her best friend as they both read over the text, Alexis tossed her hands up to her mouth to hold in her squeal. She was always a bit over dramatic. Joey smiled and sent him another text. 

J: It was nice seeing you too.

N: I’ve asked my agent and manager about gettin you those tickets . . they’re looking around to see what they can find . It shouldnt be too hard though

J: Oh wow, that’s awesome, Niall, I really appreciate it!

N: No problem , Joey , really. I’ll definitely let ya know when I get me hands on some.

Joey bounced happily on the balls of her feet. “This is too much, you think he’s gonna ask you out?” Alexis said. 

“Shhh…”

J: You are a Godsend, honestly. The best person I have ever met in probably forever. 

“Wow, Jo, way to inflate his ego.” 

Joey rolled her eyes at her best friend’s sarcastic comment, dropping her hands in a huff. “Shut up, he’s not like that. I’m just being nice, like you said.” She smiled big at Alexis and raised her brows.

N: Hahahahaha 😂

J: You think I’m kidding, Niall, but I’m serious lol 

N: Well . . . I can say the same about you .

J: Now you’re just trying to charm me, aren’t you? 

N: eh Maybe 😉

Running his tongue over his lips, Niall fought off the smirk that wanted to invade them as he softly chuckled to himself. He switched his music app back on, sticking his phone into the pocket of his jogger shorts and hopped back onto the treadmill, now having the focus to finish his morning workout. 

•

The texts left a blissful smile on Joey’s face that lasted for the next few days. She’d find herself thinking about them, about him, as she was applying her makeup in the bathroom mirror each morning, or drowning out the sound of her shoes on the sidewalk every time she took Sadie for a walk. Or while reading the children their weekly storybook, and fixing herself dinner every night. Her mind was so preoccupied with the fleeting, and foolish, thoughts of Niall, that she had almost forgotten about her date that coming Thursday. 

Joey would normally not agree to a date on a weekday given that she had to be at work early the next morning, but the guy she was meeting up with, Felix, was very adamant on seeing the premiere of some sci-fi movie that Joey, frankly, had zero interest in. But she decided that she should just suck it up and file it right into another one of her ‘experience’ folders. It was just a movie, right? She could live through it? 

Felix wasn’t the usual type of guy that Joey would go for. He had long unruly hair, seemed a bit unkempt in his general appearance and from what he mentioned, wasn’t very goal oriented; he was in between jobs at the moment but taking his time trying to figure out what he really wanted to do. He was a slacker by all definitions. But he was really sweet in their conversations back and forth, insisting on taking her out, and she thought that there would be no harm in going on a date with him. She didn’t get home from work until a bit after 4pm that Thursday night, and made sure to hop in the shower first thing. After blow drying her long red hair, Joey slipped on a pair of ankle length jeans and a black fitted top, Sadie already jumping at her legs to be pet. 

She let out a sigh and bent over to squish the little dog's face, giving her a sweet kiss on the top of her head. “You’re the only one I really need in my life, Sadie girl.” 

Joey was to meet Felix at the theater complex around 6:30 as the movie was to start at 7pm. Standing outside the front of the theater, Joey watched as people went in and out of the doors, and it was nearing 6:45 by the time a car had pulled up right in front of her. The passenger door swung open and a guy wearing ripped jeans and a raggedy worn old t-shirt, and matching the pictures she had seen on his profile, stepped out. He waved to the person driving, an elderly looking lady, as he slammed the car door shut and stepped over to Joey. 

“Hey, I’m Felix.” 

The young woman smiled politely. “Hi, I’m Joey.”

They shook hands, Joey fumbling with keeping the strap of her bag hooked on her shoulder as Felix peered up at the large marquee sign above the entrance. “Sorry for being late, I had to wait for my grandma to get done making my grandpa his dinner.” 

Her lips parted briefly and Joey pointed a finger at where the car had come to a stop. “That was...your grandmother?”

Felix nodded. “Yeah...I live in their basement. And I don’t really have a car right now, so she drives me.” Joey stayed quiet. “Should we go in?”

•

Joey was right about the movie, absolutely zero interest. And she had just about as much interest in Felix. That had to have been the longest, and most boring, two hours of her life. She was not just bored out of her mind, she was also well beyond annoyed. Not only could Felix not hold a conversation to save his life, but he dropped their only bag of popcorn into Joey’s lap when he got up to use the restroom and he also completely misread a polite lean in halfway through the movie to quietly inquire about a character and tried to unexpectedly kiss her. Totally unprovoked and very much unwanted. It did not go over well. 

Walking out through the theater doors in a huff, the night air hit with a gust and Joey felt like she could finally breathe again. She quickly yanked her phone out of her bag and, without saying a word to her date, requested a Lyft home. The driver was only three minutes out. Felix followed behind as she stepped closer to the street and paused to stand right next to her. “Thanks for paying, I really can’t believe I left my wallet at home.” 

Joey rolled her eyes, checking on how close her ride was. “No worries,” she told him with a forced smile. “It happens.”

He ran his hand through the front of his hair and chewed on the corner of his lip. Joey’s Lyft pulled up and she looked over at Felix. “Um...I guess I should go-”

“Hey do you maybe wanna go get something to eat? Nothing too fancy since you’ll be paying and all.” He laughed, as if what he was saying was an actual joke. It wasn’t.

Furrowing her brows, she just stared at him and shook her head. “No, thanks I’m-”

A text message coming through her phone interrupted her, the device vibrating in her hand. Joey glanced down and clicked open her messages. 

N: Hey Joey. . I know this is last minute , but I just got u some tickets to a Wildflowers show at the Echo on Sunset that starts in about an hour . u down?

Her heart nearly beat out of her chest as she read over the text Niall had sent and she quickly sent him one back. 

J: Holy shit, yes!! I can totally meet you there in 20?

N: yeah sure . see ya There

Clamping her teeth on her bottom lip to hold in her ever growing smile, she looked up at Felix. “Sorry, I gotta go,” she said, clambering into the backseat of her ride, “thanks for-...uh, yeah, have a good night!” She slammed the door shut and told the driver where she needed to go, the car pulling away and leaving Felix there alone to wait for his grandma.

•

The ride to the venue was one filled with giddiness and a tinge of nerves. Joey had no idea why she was nervous; seeing her favorite band live for the first time, maybe seeing Niall again, she really wasn’t sure, but she did know she was beyond excited. Coming to a stop out front of the club, Joey could see Niall already standing there waiting for her. He was wearing fitted trousers, a vintage t-shirt and a jean jacket. His hands were stuffed down in his pockets, his hair gently tousled to the side and he quietly watched people shuffling into the venue as Joey’s eyes stuck to him like there was no one else around. He looked incredible. 

Climbing out of the vehicle, Joey thanked her driver and it was then that Niall finally saw her. The smile on her face was brighter than he had ever seen before, her light brown eyes sparkling in the neon lights that laced the street above them and for a moment, as his stare locked on hers, he could have sworn that everyone else around them had vanished. His heart picked up its pace as she walked towards him, flicking her long red hair over her shoulder and before he could even register what was happening, Niall found Joey crashing her body against his in a hug. 

She wasn’t even thinking. She saw him standing there waiting for her, his cheeks rounding in a huge smile that caused the cutest dimple to crease his skin and for a split second, Joey lost all control over herself. Her breath caught in her throat the second her body touched his; her arms curling around his neck so tight like she was a drowning victim who needed rescuing and Niall barely hesitated before his arms wrapped around her middle. Closing her eyes as she inhaled along with him, she felt his splayed hand gently rub just a fraction across the span of her upper back before Joey clumsily cleared her throat and pulled away. 

An awkward giggle left her lips but Niall just smiled even bigger at her. “It’s good to see you.”

“It’s good to see you too,” she replied, biting her lip as she took a tiny step back and adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder. “You actually kinda saved me.” 

Niall’s brows wrinkled. “Yeah? How’s that?” 

Flicking her stare off of his, Joey dropped her chin down. “Well, I was on another date, a really shitty date actually and you texted me and-…” she peered back up at him, “you just have impeccable timing.” 

He laughed, his head tossing back a bit. “I’m glad I could save ya from another disaster.” 

“Me too.” 

Licking across his lips, Niall found himself locked in her gaze for a moment, unintentional but not surprising before he realized why he was there meeting her in the first place. He shook his head out of his daydream. “Oh…” he mumbled, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out two ticket stubs. “Here, these are for you.” 

Joey glanced down at the tickets held out towards her and she stared at them for a second, a slight disbelief coming over her. He really did it. He really got them for her. She gently grabbed the tickets and looked back up at him. “I can’t believe I’m really holding Wildflower tickets,” she giggled, not even bothering to fight the huge smile on her face, “it’s like a dream!” 

Niall chuckled, lowering his head as he carded his fingers through his hair. “Well, I hope ya have a good time.” 

“Wait…” Joey tipped her head to the side, her brows cinching in, “you’re not coming in with me?”

Locking his gaze on hers, Niall’s mouth gently parted. “Did...did ya want me to come in with you?” he asked, his brows raising. 

“Well...yeah,” Joey scoffed, “I-...I mean, I was hoping you would, if you don’t, like, have other plans. I wouldn’t even have these tickets if it weren’t for you.” 

Niall darted his stare with hers, Joey softly biting down into her bottom lip as she waited for his answer and he gave her a faint nod, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Okay...yeah, I’d love to.” 

“Yay!” she squealed, causing a chuckle from Niall. “We’re gonna have so much fun!” Handing him one of the tickets back, Joey stepped past Niall to lead the way into the venue and he followed behind her, staying as close as he possibly could. 

•

He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She was the prettiest, most alluring woman he had ever seen and the way she let go to the music, the way she felt it, singing along and smiling and laughing, it was all so...captivating. Her eyes gleamed every time he caught a glimpse of them, her body moving like a dandelion seed in the wind; effortless and free. She was beautiful. 

Joey did not stop smiling the entire night. Happiness seemed to come naturally to her, it lit her up from the inside and was nearly infectious. So much so, that Niall, keeping his stare on her as much as he could, found himself smiling right along with her. There was something about her that he liked, really liked, almost admired and he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. But he enjoyed being around her. More than he had enjoyed being around anyone in a long time. 

The concert ended a bit before midnight, and Niall and Joey filed out of the venue along with the other concert goers. Stopping right out front, Joey eased her eyes up to Niall’s as she faced him. Taking in a deep breath, they both stood quiet for a moment before a few giggles broke the silence. Joey tipped her head down in shyness before peering back up at Niall. 

As his eyes fawned over her face, soaking in the beauty of the delicate slope of her nose and the fullness of her bare lips, he slowly reached out to her. Joey’s breath stalled. “May I?” he whispered. She nodded, unsure of what she was consenting to as Niall moved his hand closer and lightly brushed a few strands of her red hair from off her cheek to tuck behind her ear. 

Her lips gently parted and her eyes fluttered as the warmth of his skin touched hers and Niall froze just as his fingertip slipped down the shell of her ear. Swallowing hard, he flicked his stare over hers before quickly retracting his hand, hastily shoving it into the front pocket of his pants. Joey smirked at his nervous reaction. “Thank you so much for the tickets,” she softly spoke up after clearing her throat, “I feel like I should repay you but...I don’t even know where to begin.” 

“No, no...please,” Niall said, shaking his head as he attempted to run his hand through his dark hair, “no need, really. As long as you had a good time, that’s all

that matters.” 

She smiled at him again. “I did...thank you.” Letting out a short sigh, Joey peeked over her shoulder at the traffic buzzing past their intersection and grabbed her phone from her back pocket. “I guess I should be getting home.” 

Niall watched her click into her phone and start to scroll through. “Did you drive here?” 

“No,” Joey replied, catching his stare, “but it’s fine, I’ll just get a Lyft or something.” 

“I, uh...I’m only parked a couple blocks up,” he mentioned, pointing up the street from them,”if you don’t mind walkin’ a bit, I can take ya home.” 

“Are you sure?”

“Of course!”

A soft grin spread over her lips. “Okay, thank you.”  

They began to walk in the direction of where Niall’s car was parked, not stressing on time or needing something to chat about. There was no rush, there was no pressure and Joey slowly kept pace with Niall, their shoulders bumping every so often. It was a clear night out, a soft breeze kissing their skin as the bright lights from the storefronts and the blazing of car horns in the distance seemed to drown out between their harmonious giggles and easy flowing small talk. 

“By the way, that show was fucking amazing,” Joey commented.

“You enjoyed it?”

“Enjoyed it?” she laughed, “Niall, this was definitely one of the best nights of my life in, like,...forever. It was like a fucking dream.” 

Niall’s head tipped back in a laugh, his hand perching on the front of his stomach. “Good,” he managed to stutter out, looking back over at her, “I’m glad you had a great time.” 

She brushed some hair from her face and smiled at him. “The best time.”

“Better than your date earlier?” he asked, raising a brow.

Joey playfully narrowed her stare. “What, are you keeping score?” 

“No, no...just curious.” 

The young woman tilted her head down in a bashful smile before she peered back over at him. “A hundred times better than my date earlier.” 

Giving her a nod, he raised his hand up and motioned a checkmark symbol into the air. “One check for me.” 

Not being able to hold in her laugh, Joey pinched her eyes shut as the sweet sound left her lips and leaned her face over to rest against the peak of his shoulder. Niall slowed his steps as he flicked his eyes down, seeing just the top of her head. She quickly looked up at him, a smile still tugging at her mouth. “You are too funny.” 

“I try,” he shrugged with a half smirk.

“Hey, out of my own curiosity,” Joey started, crossing her arms over her chest as they continued walking, “do you think you’d ever...join one of those dating apps?”

His brows furrowed. “Tinder?”

“Yeah.” 

“Oh...fuck, no,” he scoffed, his bluntness causing Joey to cover her mouth in a giggle. Niall’s eyes went big as he caught what he had said and looked over at her, rubbing a hand across the back of his neck. “I...I don’t mean that in a bad way, Joey, ya know, more power to ya and all, but, it’s just…with what I do, with who I am, I can barely trust the people I already know in me real life. No way I could trust some random strangers I met off if an app.” 

Nodding her head, Joey dropped her stare. “Yeah, I mean, I obviously don’t do what you do, so I can’t really even begin to know what that’s like, but...I do understand what you mean about trusting people.” 

Her tone had softened with that last bit and Niall instantly took notice. He licked across his lips as his eyes tried to read her face. “You have a hard time trustin’ people too?” he asked her.

Joey nodded and caught Niall’s gaze once more. “I didn’t before,” she began to explain, “you know, I was probably the most trusting person you’d ever meet, which...was probably a fault in the end. But my ex, Jake-...he was...not the greatest person. He was manipulating and controlling and just not a nice guy, and I wasted three years of my life on him. Even when I knew that I shouldn’t have.” 

“I’m sorry, that’s fuckin’ terrible.” 

“We broke up, like, two years ago, and it’s taken me that long to even think about trusting anyone again,” she lifted her shoulders in a shrug, “It’s pretty much why I haven’t started to date again until now.” 

“Yeah, that makes sense. I dunno, though, I just think datin’ is...too time consumin’, ya know?” Niall said with a short laugh, holding out his hands as he looked over at Joey, “I mean, gettin’ to know someone should feel more...organic, it should come easy and not feel so...forced. I dunno.” With a little shrug, he peeked down at the toes of his shoes, “Like I said, I don’t date much. I love the actual relationship part, that’s nice, ya know, bein’ with someone, havin’ all those experiences with ‘em, but the whole...meetin’ someone for the first time and goin’ out and gettin’ to know the person...fuckin’ hell.” 

He shifted his blue eyes over and locked his stare on Joey’s. “Kinda wish you could just...skip all that.” 

A smile pulled at her lips and she pushed out a tiny giggle. “Yeah, I know what you mean.” 

“It’s not like I never dated anyone or anythin’,” Niall went on, “Me last girlfriend...she was a great girl, don’t get me wrong, we were together for nearly a year but...it got to a point that I just wasn’t feelin’ it anymore and I had to end it. I felt horrible, ya know, ‘cause I did love her in a way, but...it just wasn’t right anymore, somethin’ wasn’t right.” 

There was a fraction of quiet that wafted between them as Niall’s words left his lips before Joey spoke up. “Well...at least you didn’t lead her on for years to the point that she was expecting you to propose or some shit.” 

“Oh…God,” Niall threw his head back with a loud groan, running his palms over the front of his face. “I can’t even think about that at this point in me life.” 

Joey giggled again. “I’m now picturing myself married to that guy from tonight and...wow, complete shitshow.” 

They both bowed over in laughter. “At least you can admit it.” 

“That’s the first step, Niall.”

After a few more laughs and about half a block, they finally reached Niall’s car. Yanking the keys from his pocket, Niall unlocked it before stepping over to the passenger side door to kindly open it for Joey. 

Her brows raised at the chivalrous gesture and she peered at him as she climbed in and settled into the seat. “Still trying to charm me?”

“Absolutely.” 

With a lopsided smirk, he gave her a playful wink and closed her door. 

Joey lived in Toluca Lake, which was about a thirty five minute drive through Hollywood from the concert venue. Not really unheard of for LA, but still out of the way from where Niall had mentioned that he lived. They had to literally pass his house on the way. If Joey had known that, she definitely would have insisted on getting a Lyft instead, the last thing she wanted to be was a bother. 

Despite the extra time in the car for Niall, he rather enjoyed the aspect of driving Joey home. It gave him more time to get to know her, to talk to her. To hear her voice and her laugh and see her smile. Joey was even more enthralled with Niall. Hearing him go on and on about his music and his many passions, seeing the way his face lit up with the mention of his favorite bands and athletes. The deep tone of his voice was so rousing, his accent so sexy, it sent shivers down Joey’s spine with every mention of her name. The way his stare stayed focused on the road ahead, his big hand perched up on the steering wheel as his thumb gently tapped along with the low hum of the music that was playing on the radio. 

She couldn’t take her eyes off of him. 

Pulling up to the front of Joey’s apartment building, Niall stopped the car and put it in park. Joey turned her head to stare up at the modest brick-front building, and scraped her teeth along her bottom lip. She almost didn’t want to get out of the car. Looking back over at Niall, she smiled. “I had a really great time, Niall, it was nice hanging out with you. No...weird expectations, ya know?

He nodded, dropping his hand into his lap. “Yeah, I had a good time.” 

“Thank you again for the tickets, seriously,” she said, “It was one of the best shows I’ve ever been to.” 

“I was actually pleasantly surprised, to be honest, I had never seen them live before.” 

“Now you know why I love them so much.”

They both let out soft chuckles and Joey peeked down into her lap. “Hey, um…” Niall began, causing Joey to flick her gaze back to his, “would it be weird if I, like, texted you some time? Just to, like, chat or whatever. I quite like talkin’ to ya.” 

Joey tucked her bottom lip into her mouth. “I like talking to you too, that’d be great. I’d like that.” 

“Cool,” Niall said, carding his fingers through his hair, “Maybe we can, um, go get some coffee or somethin’ this weekend, if you’re free or whatever.” 

“Yeah, sure, that’d be fun,” she replied with a nod, reaching down to unhook her seatbelt. 

Niall smiled. “Alright, well...I’ll text ya then. Have a good night, Joey.” 

Opening her door, Joey stepped out of the car. “You have a good night too, Niall,” she said with a sweet smile before giving him a wave and shutting the door. 

Niall watched with hooded eyes as she walked up to her building's door and put in the code, Joey sweeping her hair to rest over her one shoulder as she disappeared inside. Sitting there for a moment, Niall let his eyes fall closed and tipped his head back on the seat, a long and heartfelt sigh sliding past his parted lips

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