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college au! headcanons

gojo satoru, geto suguru & nanami kento

rqst: college au for nanami, geto and gojo?

a/n: so i divided it into three categories to help keep my head straight. honestly almost straight kicked gojo out of college bc i couldn’t decide on a major for him. the jjk discord server is heaven sent for my sanity. ty everyone again 🌺

last time i should have to post these. hoping everything is fine now.

gojo satoru

MAJOR

—he starts off undecided for a long time. the fact that he’s on scholarship allows him to be more flexible with his classes given that he’s not responsible for costs. he grew up with expectations from his family but university is suppose to be his opportunity to spread his own wings and grow from his experiences.

—so he tries a bit of everything- sciences, music and social studies- anything to prompt a spark. (took a business class once and made a point to sit next to nanami everyday just to annoy him) by his second year he’s getting as frustrated as his counselor because if he doesn’t decide soon he’ll be a potential 5th year senior.

—he’s overthinking it but gojo wants to invest in what he believes will make the most significant impact to his ability. his counselor takes those crumbs and runs with it.

—he gets steered towards political science and actually excels at it (that advisor gets a raise). surprises most of the class with his analytical skills because they thought he was just a pretty boy- surprise he’s beautiful and smart.

—develops a vested interest in governmental policies. might run for president one day idk. brings donuts to his early am class. doesn’t share.

SOCIAL

—he’s not the jock per say, but as the star athlete of the basketball team, the school likes to take advantage of his image to draw in sponsors.

—his face is plastered all over the auditorium whether they’re in season or not. sometimes it’s not even to promote basketball, gojo is pretty and they’re not afraid to use it. which also makes him one of the most recognizable faces on campus.

—due to his student athlete contract, he’s not allowed to sign autographs freely in the event they’re attempted to be sold as quick cash. but yikes, he can barely walk to class without someone stopping him for a picture. to the best of his ability he tries to laugh it off, poster boy image and all, but it gets pretty fucking old and annoying quickly. especially when it makes him late for his next lesson and the instructor shows no sympathy.

—his height didn’t only help him get into basketball, but its also convenient when it comes to shouldering politely through the student masses. his golden rule is don’t make eye contact. the busier the crowds the easier it is for him to pretend like he could’t possibly have heard them.

—gojo doesnt scout fraternities, fraternities scout him. but he’s not interested in the slightest. as an athlete he already gets into any social circle he wants without the additional effort. that and he doesnt think he could tolerate an alpha male trying to exert his dominance without barking back.

—loves to show up to parties but always arrives late enough to the point where they don’t think he’s coming. it helps him slip in when he wants too. he’s a connoisseur of all alcohol varieties and a master of beer bong. he’s not necessarily the life of the party but his presence is kind of hard to miss.

RELATIONSHIPS

—he gets too much attention to date casually. most potential suitors are in it more for the benefits they receive than him anyway. he’s got enough on his plate with career indecisiveness and games to try to pursue anything serious before third year.

—he’s not completely celibate though. he tries to keep the same partners as long as he can. not only to keep himself clean and safe but because he often goes into an agreement to keep it casual. sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. either way he gets coined as a ‘heartbreaker’ before the end of his freshman year. frankly the rumors obscure most of the truth and give him more freedom. people always expect that he’s with someone even when he’s not, which helps keep his invasive teammates off his back.

—gojo can easily graduate without securing something tangible but there is still a window for potential.

—you’re both his consistent classmate and occasional friends with benefits. its the former title that keeps bringing him back around. he cant exactly avoid you without subjecting himself to 8am classes. it helps that the sex is good too.

—he can text you an offer to study together for the next test and roll over after an hour and wreck you for the rest of the week. its hard to tell who gets addicted first but he does appreciate the way your skin looks when youre wearing his marks.

geto suguru

MAJOR

—he’s a STEM kid, particularly interested in bio-genetics to improve overall health. he believes that simply becoming a physician just keeps the issue at bay and his goal is to eradicate the problem at its source.

—since high school he’s been cataloging different programs across the country before deciding what he wanted and putting all his efforts into it. so it’s no surprise when he gets in.

—geto doesn’t need counselors but they’re required so he listens to them prattle on about using university as an opportunity to explore. this man came in with more college credits than most sophomores, he knows what he wants.

—always on-time to class and never misses an assignment. also that kid who goes above and beyond, even on the simple stuff. he rarely gets teased about it, not even behind his back. geto straight up scares some people even when he’s smiling.

—not afraid to correct teachers when they’re wrong. in fact he lives for it.

—he’s the one who graduated early and starts his master’s program before most of his age group declare their own majors.

SOCIAL

—he tends to frequent the same circles- handpicking his acquaintances out of class rosters, clubs and honor lists. he’s less in it for the friendship and more so to scout for potential research partners.

—met gojo in one of his science electives and literally carried him through the class. they somehow end up friends but only really hang out at each other’s places- bunch of chill movie nights and pizza.

—there is no interest in fraternities, but he does join university funded clubs that allow him to further his research. they give him unique access to labs, take him on trips to different conventions and have an alumni list a kilometer long for future collaborations.

—the man does not party but he will occasionally slip into quieter bars to ease some of his frustrations. he actually enjoys karaoke thursdays , not to sing for himself but the drunken antics of others bring him some amusement.

—smokes weed occasionally, but only his own product. it helps him relaxand fan out the stress. he never sells it but sometimes gojo nicks some of his stash. given that he gets drug tested often, geto doesn’t know how the athlete never gets caught.

RELATIONSHIPS

—not interested in seeking out relationships in the slightest. the man has a plan and he’s already married to it.

—he’s not completely immune to sexual advances though and occasionally splurges but none of the friends with benefits crap. he’ll hit it once and stay celibate for the rest of the year easily.

—you might be able to squeeze in as his fellow lab partner. remain invested in the work and not him and he’ll start noticing the little details of your company- the way you subtle perfume lingers on his lab coat hours after you’ve adorned for the day, how he knows you have to keep your hair up for safety precautions but he thinks about running his fingers through it daily and your mind, damn, he wonders what else you can come up with when he has you laid out on his sheets.

—if he’s interested, geto won’t hesitate to broach the topic. he’ll ask you out for coffee and when you try to bring up research he’ll be upfront about his attraction. ultimately if you start dating the two of you are an absolute unit- not that you weren’t before.

—you’re the one variable he didn’t plan for but he’s glad to have added you to the equation.

nanami kento

MAJOR

—he was made for the business world, brought by a CEO who raised him to inherit the company. administration major marketing minor.

—takes initiative in all his classes and is often coined as group leader for projects. mostly keeps to himself and only speaks up when prompted or disagrees with something.

—he takes the earliest sessions possible because it means less people more often than not. doesn’t really care if its in the front, middle or back but always sits near the edge.

—doesn’t really want to but it looks good on his resume so he joins the marketing team where they present mock business plans for competitions. they win a lot. nanami honestly doesn’t care. but again it looks good.

—it only took him a brief summer internship to learn that he found nothing satisfying about board meetings and macro management.

—he decides to invest in law school to handle the company from a legal standpoint instead.

SOCIAL

— sort of like geto, only wants to make friends on a need be basis.

—he would rather keep to himself but knows the benefits of socializing so he interacts with his frequent classmates when he can- through study groups or car pooling to seminars.

—he does join a fraternity, its the same one his father did (and uncles, cousins, whatnot. its a generational thing). its geared towards bettering future leaders. they focus building resumes, charity events and run the organization like a proper business. nanami gets elected president by his third year and runs two terms.

—the only parties he attends are networking events- full of wine and fancy horderves. wine is plentiful but he’s always nursing a scotch on top of his headache. if one more person squeezes their stocks into a conversation he’s going to personally take down the whole market

—zero interest in college party life. spends some of his downtime at the campus theater watching old time movies and classic plays.

—he’s the coffee shop hoe. he wakes up early sometimes just to sit by the window and read some casual literature. has his own thermo that gives him free refills to cart to class. do not talk to this man before he’s had his caffeine.

RELATIONSHIP

—he probably has a high school sweetheart that he’s still clinging too, whether on the same campus or long distance. it helps him because he can’t really see himself pursuing a relationship while focusing on school.

—he’s been with you long enough that you understand his ambitions and won’t feel bested by them. the two of you have a system- starting the day off with sweet ‘good morning’ texts before class and ending the day with long conversations as you digest the last 12 hours.

—nanami is independent but he is thankful to have you to rely on when classes start to overwhelm him. the two of try to escape briefly for the weekend when you can. often going to near by reservations just to get off campus

—other times the two of you will cuddle close on your dorm bed, his long fingers combing through your hair while he reads over some notes for class.

—sometimes you have to be the one to tell him to take a break and to enjoy life while he can. even if that means dragging him the events and concerts hosted on campus. he resists at first but you can see the tension ebbing away as the night comes to a close.

—the two of you start living together in your senior year just because you can. he insists on buying a house. not only because he can afford it because it can be rented out after graduation. always the business man.

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hes-writer · 4 years

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Summary; harry comes over for dinner

Warnings: angst and fluff for this one

Word Count: 3234 words

A/N: possibly the last part of the Tarnish series. Thank you for all the support that you have given me and @devilinbetweenthesheet-s. This was a month worth of work and I cannot believe that I was actually consistent with the updates (except for this one, which is 2 days late lol).

Read till the end for a sneak peek of part 6!!

This is Part Five of the Tarnish series.

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Harry felt out of place.

As a world-renowned pop star, he was used to being paid a different kind of attention in most of the places he went to. He should be used to it. Harry had to take measures in order not to get recognized for stepping into a local coffee shop. Even in hot weather, his recognizable tattoos gave easy access for fans to whisper amongst each other, wondering if it was the right time to ask for a photo or merely share a conversation with him.

His voice--the thing that made him as famous as he is now--was tinted into his fans’ heads. Recognition blaring in their ears when the deep, gruff tone projected the open air. It would be quite disturbing if he had to change the pitch for everyday errands. Harry would rather feel out of place than go to extremes to change who he was.

This lifestyle was something that he was used to, having been under the scrutiny of the public eye for a little over a decade now. But Harry knew that Y/N was a small, town girl practically bickered and poked until she was forced to cough something out to taint Harry’s name in vain. From the way, he preferred sniffing his nose into a hanky instead of a Kleenex. The way he snored loudly when his nostrils felt dry. The way his hair isn’t as naturally curly as it appears to be. All of these things were the borderline crossing of his privacy that she could’ve taken to the press, urging in many articles written about his odd habits or preferences.

Not that he thought Y/N was that type of person to spill secrets in the midst of desperation, but Harry had cheated on her for God’s sake. If she did run her mouth, Harry wouldn’t blame her. He was horrible to her; cheated on her for a year, not even bothering to tell Y/N that his affection was teetering in favour of not hurting her and wanting to keep his side relationship a secret for a taste of adrenaline that came with his less-than boring life.

Harry left her alone while she was going through a life-changing period of her life. To be fair, Y/N didn’t actually tell him. She tried, but the message never reached his cognition. Harry wanted to save his salvation by choosing to believe that it was her fault for not visiting him in person to tell him the news.

Really though, how could Harry possibly know about her pregnancy if she didn’t make the effort to inform him of his own child. It wasn’t like he was supposed to check in on her, his ex-girlfriend, right? That was unheard of. And frankly, Harry thought that the day everything blew up--when she read the letter meant for Camille; Y/N made it very clear that she did not want to speak to him again. So really, Harry was just respecting her wishes.

Y/N was supposed to be the one feeling out of place; not Harry. If only she had told him when she identified the symptoms of pregnancy, he could have helped out. Harry wasn’t sure if he would have left Camille to begin a family with Y/N (if she took him back) or if he was only a parent of support. One that was there for the sake of raising a child but not sharing the means and affection to build a relationship with Y/N.

These were Harry’s thoughts as he sat with the family of three. In between Y/N and Connor as they sat on opposite ends of the round table with baby Halo in her high chair and Harry across from her. Halo was staring at him with wonder and curiosity; a shy type of look that tinted her cheeks a tad rosy and her lashes to peer at the man adjacent to her, wondering why he was joining them in their family dinner.

Harry felt out of place.

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“What’s wrong, baby?” Connor asked, feeding the child a spoonful of peas. “Not usually like this,” She shook her head, tucking her arms together and pursing her lips inwards in a sign of rejection.

Halo looked at Y/N who was giving her a soft smile, then to Harry. “She’s not usually like this. She must be shy that you’re here tonight, Harry,” Y/N explained, a tone of indifference that she tried to mask to help Halo feel a little more comfortable.

Harry gulped heavily. His child was uncomfortable because of him. He almost felt guilty for wanting to scoop her up and canoodle Halo in his arms. Harry still hadn’t had the chance to do that.

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When the door opened earlier this evening, Harry was met by Y/N’s furrowed brows, firmly reminding him that this dinner was for him to be slowly introduced into Halo’s life. Harry would get the chance to care for her by helping the child with her nighttime routine. That included brushing her teeth, tucking her in, a bedtime story and possibly a kiss on the forehead.

Harry was giddy, to say the least. Harry was confident with kids and could easily mould into what they needed. If they wanted him to pretend to be a car while they jumped on his back as they grasped onto his curls to steer him, he would. If Harry was instructed to be a pretty princess with a plastic tiara on his head, he would exaggeratedly lift a pinky up to play the part. It was easy for him to win the hearts of his little nieces and nephews because they were familiar with him. They knew him as ‘Uncle Harry’ who gave them gifts whenever he came over to visit or if there was a large family reunion.

He couldn’t exactly do that with Halo. She was familiar with him, yes. However, the one time they interacted, Harry had made her cry. It didn’t sit right with him that tears sprung from her corneas when she was only trying to make him feel better, sensing that her parents wanted nothing to do with him.

It wasn’t like Harry knew what she liked either. Did Halo like playing with dolls? Animals? Race cars? The most basic of things, Harry didn’t know. What was her favourite colour? When was her birthday? His resumé was already tarnished since he wasn’t present when her mother fell pregnant. Then, he missed her first steps, her first words. He was just a stranger to her.

And it showed from the way he stepped foot into the kitchen.

Harry heard her before he saw her. Tiny squeals and giggles fell from her mouth as Connor chased her around with plates grasped in his hands. Y/N had scolded the man for getting distracted instead of setting the table. Halo’s noises quieting down when she caught sight of the familiar yet unfamiliar man loitering the doorway.

“‘M sorry, love. Halo wanted to play,” Connor gripped her waist to pull Y/N closer to him, pressing a kiss to her cheek as she fought off a smile from splintering her face. “Right, cutie?”

“Wanted to play! Sowwy mama,’ Halo apologized, tugging on her pant leg.

That was when Harry realized the possibility of ruining the little family they had in the words. But this was supposed to be his in the first place so he couldn’t care less if he wrecked it. As selfish as it may be, Harry thought that there was meaning in him accidentally hearing Gemma’s conversation with Y/N. Sure, it was bound to happen, but it couldn’t have come at a better time. The hole in his heart caused by Camille’s confession of not wanting kids was growing each day, accentuated by the late-night trip to the grocery store and seeing the small baby clothes that took up half of his palm.

It was a sign, right? He felt like he was drowning in a relationship that had no future and the next day, he was met with Y/N and their baby.

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Symbolism. As a writer, it was absolutely crucial to introduce some sort of word, item, place, or person and infuse it with impeccable meaning. Irrefutable to the point that that noun is and will be what the writer makes of it.

Round tables were supposed to be better at sprouting conversations than rectangular or square tables. Any conversation between a pair must be shared with everybody who sat around it. There was no room to quietly snicker or ration secrets. Yet somehow that theory was not working. At all.

Harry felt like an intruder sitting in a table that never held more than three people because it was always just them: Y/N, Connor and Halo. As the child got more comfortable with his presence, she slowly started babbling incoherent and coherent words alike, conversing with her ‘parents’ as they asked her about her day at daycare. Y/N asked about Connor’s day at work and the latter reciprocated the question which she was currently answering.

“It wasn’t as busy as I thought,” Y/N shrugged her shoulders, forking a piece of mash. Connor made a sound of recognition, “S’that why you texted me to go home instead?”

Y/N nodded, helping Halo scoop her own forkful of mash, “Yep, I had time to go to the store. I know that you were swarmed at work,” The couple allotted a loving glance towards each other.

Harry’s heart was cracking. He was witnessing what he could have had and He had a front-row seat to it. Was it jealousy? Maybe. He was in a relationship so he shouldn’t feel like swarming Y/N’s smaller frame in his arms, shielding her and baby Halo away from Connor. But he did.

“What about you, Harry?” Connor questioned him with a kink to his brow. Harry could tell that the question wasn’t sincere, purely out of consideration.

In a surprise, Harry coughed a little, reaching out to his cloth to dab the corners of his mouth. Truth to be told, Harry spent the day in a state of anxiety. From the moment he woke up, Harry could feel his chest expanding with nervousness, heart beating loudly and pounding in his ears. He picked at the skin of his lip in the wonder of what he was going to wear. If he should wear cologne or if it will irritate Halo’s senses. He spent the better half of the morning browsing online for toys he could get in a hurry to give to Halo.

Harry contemplated cancelling the dinner because of the uneasy feeling boiling in his stomach. Heightened senses and pinched nerves convinced Harry that he could feel the muscles of his esophagus contracted as he swallowed. Lungs punctured with the tip of the pen he was using to scrawl a list of ideas to build a bond with his daughter

“It was alright,” Harry said warily, “Didn’t really have anythin’ to do today except come here,”

Y/N pulled her head back in surprise, “Sorry, we ruined your day off,”

His eyes widened immediately. Harry’s usual aura of confidence nowhere to be seen, “N-no, no. I didn’t mean it like that,” He could feel stray curls hitting his cheekbones lightly. “I jus’-- it’s m’break so I haven’t got anything for the next couple of months,”

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Harry’s settled nerves were awoken when it was time to clean up. Y/N insisted on doing the dishes with Connor while Harry bonded with Halo.

“Remember, you’re doing this for her,” Y/N whispered in his ear, causing shivers to crawl up his spine, “Don’t be nervous, Harry. She’s going to love you,” She added, seeing the way he blinked warily at Halo and Connor. Even going as far as giving him a comforting smile.

“Thank you, Y/N--for giving me this,” She nodded in response, jutting her chin downwards.

“Hawwy? Mama said you gonna help me get to bed?” Halo’s green eyes still shone despite the dim kitchen lighting, reminding Harry that this was his and Y/N’s creation. Throughout the dinner, the child had somehow warmed up to Harry’s presence. With a promise of an ice cream trip after her nursery classes earlier in the morning, Halo was quick to befriend the man who she pointed out: ‘has the same dimple as me!’--while poking a stubby finger to her plush cheek, grinning to showcase it.

Harry could feel his heart thud, crouching down to her level, worried of her straining her neck looking up at his tall stature. “Tha’s right. Wanna show me where the bathroom is?” She nodded, grabbing Harry’s index finger to drag him along, exerting his lumbar to keep his height low. He could feel Halo’s feet stumbling, keeping her balance by tightening her grip on Harry.

Their time in the bathroom was fairly short. Halo had learned to brush her teeth by herself. She only needed Harry to guide her up the stool so that she could reach the sink, spitting the foam from her mouth when Harry made a funny face in the mirror, giggling loudly that had Harry’s chest feeling light.

As they walked through the hallway, Harry couldn’t help but let his ears be numb to Halo’s babbling about her favourite stuffed toy. He didn’t mean to. Instead, his neck craned to the door left agape, assuming that it was Connor and Y/N’s with the way the Gucci shoes that Harry had bought her were neatly placed at the bottom of the foot of the bed. He stared down at his moving feet, mood souring despite the bright colours of his loafers imprinted in a little rainbow--the same ones that he just caught sight off and wavered just as quickly.

“You like it?”

He snapped out of his thoughts when Halo climbed on her tiny bed, clutching her favourite stuffed toy. Harry plastered a beaming grin on his face, inspecting the painted room, the small desk pushed against the wall and the numerous artworks taped to almost every surface.

One, in particular, had his heart aching more so than it already was.

It was a hand-drawn stick figure portrait of Y/N, Halo, and Connor. Harry couldn’t even pretend that the skinny, stretched black marker was him because the child messily penned Connor’s name underneath. The figures were holding each others’ hands, oblong faces paired with a curved mouth shaped upwards. It didn’t help that the title at the top was “My Famli” which was crossed over with a red marker and re-titled underneath as “My Family” in neat handwriting that Harry could recognize as Y/N’s.

“Hawwy?” She repeated, wondering why he was staring so hard at the drawing taped on her bedside table. Her brows furrowed when a drop of tear fell from his eye and landed on Connor’s head, smudging the ink and making it blurry disarray as Halo gasped. “Oh no!”

“‘M s-sorry, Halo,” Harry’s tongue felt too thick in his mouth, sobbing threatening to escape but he remembered how that would make his daughter feel. Halo placed her soft hand on top of his.

“It’s okay, Hawwy. I can do it again,” Her timid voice made his heart flutter. Halo didn’t want Harry to cry again and it looked like he was about to so she scurried in planting her shaky legs on the floor. A blank paper was already stable on her desk, grabbing a marker to draw the ruined project again. She could see Harry’s shadow towering over her, thanks to the light projected by her lamp.

Flipping the paper over, Halo giggled, “Go away! Y’cant see it till it’s done,” She used her force to push him backwards which wasn’t a lot so Harry walked backwards until the back of his calves hit her bed frame. “Stay there and play with Honey,”

As she got back to work, Harry searched for ‘Honey’, finding an oatmeal coloured bear with a pot of honey clutched between its threaded paws. He stared at the plush toy for what felt like forever, wondering how special this must be to her. And how Harry wasn’t the one to have given it to her.

“Done!” Halo’s timidness returned, hiding the paper behind her back yet Harry heard the slight crumple.

Placing the stuffed toy on the bed, he asked, “Are y’gonna show me?”

She handed the artwork to Harry while he watched, smiling softly. Halo slapped her palms on her cheeks when Harry turned it over, his breath hitching when he saw the extra figure that she had drawn.

Harry. With a head of wild curls and dotted green eyes that appeared more black with the lighting.

He couldn’t help it when happy tears seared his waterline which Halo mistook for complacence. “You don’t. . .like it Hawwy?”

“I-I do. I love it, honey,” Harry admitted, chuckling slightly as he patted his upper thigh. She climbed onto the bed with him, the wood creaking beneath Harry’s weight. Halo clumsily climbed on his lap, lifting his heavy forearm so she could sneak between his legs.

Harry could feel his nonexistent double chin crowding his neck as he looked down at Halo who was cuddled to his chest, lips turned into a pout, looking at her quick-minute work. “I like it cause you’re there,” She pointed at the ice cream in Harry’s hand before yawning loudly.

“You’re sleepy, baby Halo?’

She nodded, pressing a small hand on his chest. Harry took the initiative to lay the child down on her pillow despite every nerve in his body urging him to stay in that position. But Harry figured that he had probably overstayed his welcome for the night.

Harry pressed a passionate kiss to her forehead, caressing her head gently. Sleep eyes stared at him as he pulled her fleece blanket to her chin. “Stay?” She questioned, fists crumpling to clutched the end of the fabric.

“I can’t, bub,” He informed with regret, shaking his head sadly and his mouth curved downwards. His knee was sore with weight pressed on his knee cap and his lumbar was aching with how he crouched down one too many times this evening, but all pain seemed to disappear when Halo picked up Honey the Teddy Bear from beside her and gave it to Harry. “For me? Thank you,”

Halo laid back down on her bed, “Mhm,”

“Why?”

As a two-year-old, Halo could only say so many words, yet her thoughts went far deeper than her brain could comprehend. That she felt a profound attachment to Harry despite seeing him twice. How pleasant it was to spend even just a small amount of time with him. Harry was nice and gave her forehead kisses and rubbed her head that placed a smile on her face. He cried because he loved her artwork and he apologized when he did something wrong. He contorted his lips into a silly face to make her laugh. He was going to be picking her up from school and Harry said he was going to buy her ice cream tomorrow!

“I dunno,” Halo shrugged, peering downwards to avoid eye contact. Harry chuckled heartily, puckering his pink lips to another peck on her forehead, and then both of her cheeks.

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“Hate to remind you but Harry left you once before, don’t think he’ll hesitate to do so again,”

She froze at Connor’s words. Y/N was aware that he only said that in good faith, to remind her of how hurt she was at the time and just how long it took for her to be able to finally breathe again.

One side of Y/N urged to still defend Harry. She wanted to turn and around, yell at him because Connor doesn’t know Harry as she does. Harry wasn’t the type to build a child’s dreams up only for him to personally manhandle the heart and crush it in his fist. There was a reason why he was a godfather to so many kids; Ruby, Arlo and Jackson—because he was capable. Harry was a nurturing father who put himself on the back burner in favour of making sure that the little ones were safe and secured. He had no problem being third if it meant that the kids were first, then Y/N, then him.

It all sounded so good in Y/N’s head; so well-rehearsed and very well thought out. The monologue that had somehow stuck in the sides of her brain like a script taped to the wall, ready for the time it needed to be recited. The shredded pieces of paper also reminded her that Y/N might’ve known Harry before, but she certainly doesn’t anymore. In fact, she knew just as much as Connor did.

Just like Y/N had grown and evolved into a new person, Harry was not the same guy he once was when they were together.

“I told him the consequences if he did,”

Connor pulled back, stepping away from her. “But wouldn’t it be better if we didn’t take that chance? Who knows what he might do. . .” He trailed off, grabbing a dry rag to wipe the water dripping from the dish.

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fantastic-rambles · 3 years

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The Snakes’ Deception

Fandom: Haikyuu!! (@aikk00's Racing AU)

Characters (in order of appearance): Kozume Kenma, Kuroo Tetsurou, Yaku Morisuke, Sakishima Isumi, Daishou Suguru, Fukunaga Shouhei, Yamamoto Taketora, Haiba Lev, other Nekoma members (not mentioned by name)

Warnings: Physical Violence, Language

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: When the Snakes, led by Daishou Suguru, come to challenge Kuroo for the title of Drift King, the Nekoma Crew isn’t going to take that lying down. But when the Snakes start to play nasty, the stakes are raised even further, and Kuroo has to fight to stay calm and prove that he’s the undisputed champion.

[A/N: RIP my dozen other drafts for other stories. I actually was planning to write this a few days before the Daishou art (also by aikk00), except I knew practically nothing about drift racing so I needed to do research, lul. I watched Tokyo Drift, some Initial D, some Grand Tour, and did a lot of reading online on drift racing and drifting in general, but tbh, I still don’t quite understand the mechanics (I don’t drive stick and I can’t go out and learn how to drift), so I apologize if this is horribly inaccurate. :P]

"The road condition looks good today, but it's still a little wet from earlier. Watch yourself going into the turns so you don't end up spinning out. The Snakes will probably do something though, especially since they asked you to race with Sakishima before Daishou. It should be okay when you're in the lead, but be ready to take defensive measures when you're chasing. My guess is that they'll try to take advantage of your skill at closing the gap and your power-over drift to orchestrate some sort of accident," Kenma commented quietly without looking up from his laptop, his fingers tapping away as he inputted a continuous stream of data. He seemed oblivious to the roar of the crowd outside the car, and Kuroo reached over to tousle his black-and-gold hair affectionately.

"Got it, Kenma. Anything else?"

"I know you won't listen, but you should just go all-out from the start. Not your usual way of racing. But if you do end up chasing, just do a normal drift and keep space between you and Sakishima. If they are aiming for an accident, it's more likely to happen when you're on the outside, so it'll slam into your side and Sakishima will be safe. But your numbers look good. I'm just going to tell Yaku-san to put a little more air into your rear tires," Kenma replied, closing the lid on his laptop and pushing open the passenger-side door, letting the sound of cheering and taunts into the vehicle. After he'd left and closed the door, Kuroo rolled down his window to light a cigarette, letting the smoke drift out into the night sky. Kenma hadn't said anything that he hadn't expected--especially with regard to the Snakes--but it was always reassuring to get their analyst's perspective before a race. Kenma wasn't the type to get fired up like the rest of the crew, but that cool-headed analysis was part of the reason they were able to climb so high in the rankings despite not always having the best cars or the best drivers. The ridiculous title of "Drift King" that he'd somehow ended up with was the result of Kenma's work as much as his own.

Still, Kenma was right. Even if it meant getting into an accident, Kuroo didn't intend to change the way he drifted. Part of the thrill of these races was the pure adrenaline high from going fast, especially when there was the risk of injury or even death. It was the reason why he'd mastered the power-over drift so that he could keep accelerating through the turn, and swung close enough to his opponents during his chases to make them panic. Even against the Snakes and their underhanded dealings, he'd show them that his way of fighting was still better, no matter what they threw at him.

He looked up when a shadow fell over him as Yaku leaned over his open window, the electric pump in his hand.

"You're good to go, Kuroo. Go ahead and show off," Yaku shouted over the din. Kuroo nodded, flicking his cigarette out the window and rolling up the glass. Yaku stepped back as he revved the engine, pulling up to the starting line where Sakishima was already waiting. Unlike most racers, Kuroo preferred chasing from the start to throw his opponent off his game. Before he'd inherited the title of Drift King, he'd been known as the Comeback Kid for his knack for overcoming what was traditionally seen as an unfavorable position. But the psychological benefit of overtaking the opponent and the pressure it put on the other racer, in addition to his skill with his clean lines and sharp angles that allowed him to do so consistently, had eventually shot him to the top of the Tokyo drifting world.

At the signal, Sakishima peeled past the starting line, and Kuroo quickly shot after him, staying close to his tail as they sped down the course. Even though his heart was racing, his head was completely clear, every sense focused on the view just beyond his windshield. Both he and Kenma were confident that Sakishima wouldn't try anything until the turn, but that was no reason to relax, especially at the speeds that they were going. Still, nothing happened when they reached the first clipping point, and Kuroo's eyes narrowed as he quickly estimated the distances and speeds between their cars, making his calculations swiftly and throwing himself into a drift just a heartbeat after Sakishima.

And it was perfect. His hand rested casually on the wheel as his tires squealed, sending up plumes of smoke as the tail of his car whipped around the curve, flying nearly parallel to Sakishima. The Snake seemed rattled as he spun into the next turn, turning slightly wide as Kuroo effortlessly stuck to him, their cars nearly touching as Kuroo grinned. It was pretty clear already which of them was the better drifter, not that it had ever been a question.

He let the car carry itself into the third point with just a few adjustments on his side, almost laughing as Sakishima had to drag on his own wheel to make the turn. The perfect chance presented itself almost immediately, and he aimed for the gap in Sakishima's barely controlled swing. But then, suddenly, the other car was spinning out as the Snake overcompensated, an out-of-control, two-ton wrecking ball flying toward him.

Kuroo jerked his wheel, pulling himself out of the drift and spinning out himself, the two cars making donuts on the road until he couldn't tell left from right. But the ominous crunch of metal never came, and when his car finally screeched to a stop, Kuroo slapped himself out of the harness and kicked his door open, stepping out onto the asphalt and casting his glare out at the spectators, looking for one specific slit-eyed face in particular.

"Daishou!" he bellowed, stomping toward the crowd and seizing the Snake by the collar, dragging him over the barrier. "What the fuck was that?"

But the other man just stared at him, all wide-eyed innocence. "'What the fuck' was what, Kuroo-san? Isumi made a mistake. Everyone saw that. He's not used to wet roads, but that's why I asked you to run with him so he could get some practice, because you're the only one good enough to not get hurt if he really fucks up. Like he did."

"Don't give me that bullshit!" Kuroo spun and slammed Daishou onto the ground, making the Snake wince as his back made contact with the asphalt. "That trick had your slime smeared all over it. You wanted to use Sakishima to take me out so you'd win the next run by default. If I hadn't been expecting something like that from you, I'd probably be in an ambulance on my way to the hospital right now."

Sakishima had caught up to them and was now clinging to Kuroo's arm, trying to pull him off while babbling insincere apologies. Kuroo shrugged him off impatiently as Daishou's hands landed on his wrist, trying to make him let go, but Kuroo shook him like a terrier with a rat, the adrenaline and testosterone giving him an incredible high.

"Really, Kuroo-san. Ask anyone. They would all say that it's a normal accident," Daishou protested. "You know these kinds of things happen all the time. But you're okay, Isumi's okay. No harm, no foul, right?"

The crowd was murmuring in the background, but Kuroo couldn't hear what they were saying through the blood pounding in his ears. He was just drawing his fist back to punch that smarmy smile off the Snake's face when a deluge of water crashed over both of them. Sputtering, he looked up to see Shouhei holding an empty bucket, Kenma standing beside him.

"Cooled off, Kuro?" Kenma asked in his deadpan voice as he approached them. "Or should I ask Fukunaga to get another bucket?"

Kuroo grimaced, shaking the water out of his eyes and hair as he leaned back slightly, still not letting Daishou go. Kenma crouched beside him, speaking softly, so that the crowd couldn't hear.

"You know that the Snakes are just like this. To everyone else, this does look like a normal accident. If you go any further, you're the one that's going to get a bad reputation. Right now, we can still pass it off as the heat of the moment. Let him go, Kuro."

"Yeah, listen to your girlfriend, Kuro," Daishou taunted. Kuroo's expression shut down, and he drew back his arm again. But this time, Kenma clung to it, still hissing in his ear.

"Stop it, Kuro. You know that everyone says that. They've been saying it for years. It doesn't mean anything. Stop letting him get to you!"

Kuroo grimaced again, but he listened to Kenma, letting his friend quietly talk him down until he was calm enough to shove Daishou away and get up. Accepting a towel from Shouhei, he tousled his hair dry while glaring at Daishou, who got back to his feet with as much dignity as he could muster.

"Sakishima-san forfeited the run," Kenma continued, still talking in his flat, measured tone. "So you'll be up against Daishou later. Are you up to it?"

"Fuck yeah, I'm ready to beat his ass," Kuroo snarled, and Kenma nodded at Shouhei, who ran across the asphalt to retrieve Kuroo's car. They'd probably replace the rear wheels to be safe, and then Kenma would have to run his checks again, but when they were done, his car would be better than new and more than ready to run the cheating bastard into the ground.

He reached into his pocket to pull out his pack of cigarettes, bending over to accept Kenma's offer of a light, and took a deep drag to steady his nerves. Being emotional during a race was the fastest way to get a ride to the morgue, so he needed to re-center himself. By then, the rest of his team had caught up to him, and Tora's particularly heated spiel about Daishou and his team helped bleed away most of the anger as they walked back to the starting line. Kenma had slipped away at some point, and Yaku was nowhere to be seen, so they were probably working on the car while he settled down. Really, he didn't deserve his friends.

By the time they arrived back at the beginning, the cool night air had washed away the rest of his irritation, which was probably Kenma's intention in making him walk back with the others. Shouhei and Yaku had just finished installing new tires, and Kenma was hunched over his laptop again on the curb, only looking up briefly when Kuroo sat down next to him.

"Thanks."

Kenma shrugged, his face bleached by the light from his screen. "I'm just doing my job."

"I mean earlier."

Kenma shrugged again, and a comfortable silence settled between them, broken only by the clicking of the keyboard. The rest of the team was huddled around the car, making checks and occasionally bringing Kenma more numbers, gradually shifting to sit around their captain and his brain, filling the silence with their chatter as other drifters made their runs.

"Hey, wait! You're playing a game, Kenma!" Lev protested, peering over Kenma's shoulder. "What about the race?"

"Kuroo will be fine," Kenma replied calmly as Kuroo looked over at his screen too, which seemed to be displaying the view through a sniper's scope. "His car's fine, and Daishou wants to beat Kuroo. If he tries the same thing, it'll be suspicious, and even if he did, if Kuroo doesn't spin out again, then Daishou will lose. And Kuroo is better than him, so if he does try anything else, it'd be more likely that he'd mess up and Kuroo would still win. His best chance at this point is a fair fight, and that means Kuroo could drive laps around him all day."

Kuroo grinned, standing up and stretching. "Well then, I guess that's my cue to get ready. I'll see you all at the finish line."

He walked over to his car, standing by the driver's door and just running a hand over the shining, red exterior for a moment. Then, taking a deep breath, he got inside, strapping himself down. The familiar feeling of exhilaration that he got just before a run made him smile as he pulled into place behind the next pair of cars, watching out of the corner of his eye as Daishou pulled up next to him.

And then, soon enough, they were flying down the road, Kuroo chasing again, keeping the pressure on his opponent. As Kenma had said, there was no way for Daishou to beat him, and he proved that as he took the lead at the very first bend, hitting the edge perfectly while gunning his engine through the whole course, making the best run that he'd probably ever done and leaving Daishou in his dust. If it was possible, he was even sharper on the turns than he had been against Sakishima, pushing himself and his car to the utmost limit. And there was no better feeling than watching the Snake come up to him to shake his hand after his loss, smiling like it hurt his teeth.

"As expected of the Drift King. But it won't last forever. Someday, someone will knock you off that throne."

And Kuroo had smiled back, the smirk that he knew infuriated Daishou more than anything else.

"Come at me whenever you want. I'll beat you down every time."

[A/N2: This isn't KuroKen. They're just really good childhood friends, so Kenma knows how to calm Kuroo down because they've been part of each other's lives for so long, and Kenma in particular is good at paying attention to people. Kuroo gets pissed at Daishou for calling Kenma his "girlfriend" not because of the implication that he's "whipped" (because Kuroo is perfectly secure in his masculinity), but rather because I have a headcanon that Kenma got teased a lot for being "girly" (weak, thin, kinda androgenous, etc.) growing up, so Kuroo still gets upset when that's used to insult his best friend (even though Kenma honestly doesn't give a fuck). But they're not in a romantic relationship; they just spend a lot of time together.

Of course, if you wanna interpret it as KuroKen, that's your prerogative, but that wasn't my intention in writing this.]

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyū!!#hq #hq!!#hq racer au #fan fic #fanfic #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsuro #kuroo #daishou suguru #daisho suguru #daisho #daishou #nekoma #mine #at least i finally wrote something lol

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S5 Ep 14: So If You Put a Fraction Into a Duel Disk, the Card Explodes

We left on quite the cliffhanger last episode, so I’ll fill you in:

I did not get the haircut.

Like I seriously considered getting a Zigfried for a cool 3 or 4 minutes there, but then I decided to wait a couple of days and I basically forgot.

But, back to the arc finale, Seto has decided to walk, not run, to the Kaiba lab in order to fix the virus rapidly eating his entire company.

I just want to point out that Zigfried went through a LOT of work to get Seto Kiaba to go “uggggh” turn around, and pretend to calmly walk away. I’m used to Seto losing his nut kind of a lot and blowing things up but this season he’s like “be chill be chill be chill” so that the entire world doesn’t think he’s a spaz on TV.

And little aside about Seto’s design choices here, I fell down a hole of interior design videos, and can I just say: apparently these wood frame things on the wall are back in style? Good on you, 2002(3?) Seto Kaiba. Don’t think that current designers are painting them purple but...we’re halfway there to Yugioh fashion.

Meanwhile, Pharaoh decides to remind everyone that these stakes are hella low. The worst that happens is that Zigfried deletes the plane that Yugi needs to fly home...which would be an impressive virus.

Like it’s hard to tell if Yami even has a solid concept of “capitalism” and whether or not he cares about or understands the makeup of Seto’s company (which up till now has operated like a small country and not a business...which is a little more Pharaoh’s understanding. Either way...hard to tell if Yami would shed two tears for the loss of Kaiba corp.)

And, despite what I say in the caps, I feel like Leon and Zigfried are the first villains we’ve ever had that Yugi and Pharaoh didn’t unintentionally disclose that they are 2 people to. Zigfried and Leon are just...completely oblivious to how effed up Yugi’s bean is. They think that’s just a normal kid and lol no dudes...y’all got distracted by Seto Kabia but you have a literal Egyptian God just hovering around in the background and dating 3 people by accident.

Like when the show shelves the main storyline, it is very funny how it’s all “And we’re gonna put the Pharaoh crisis on hold--just put a pin in it. No one will notice this child is two nervous wrecks stitched together” and then Yugi and Yami just kinda hold it in and watch all patiently until it’s their turn to get off the bench.

(read more under the cut)

In the giant computer tower, Seto Kaiba shouts out a string of orders and numbers, admired the many sonar detector looking windows open on every monitor, and then sat down at his desk to like...check the firewall, I guess?

The virus is past the firewall. It’s um...it’s inside the firewall, pretty sure that was the point, but youknow, it’s a kid’s show so they’re just throwing out computer stuff that has no meaning to the writers of this show.

Mokuba thinks fondly of how Seto Kaiba has never screwed him over (which I mean...maybe not on purpose, ((except for that one time he did screw him over on purpose to get Gozaburo Kaiba to accidentally give Seto Kaiba the company, but you could say that was a grander scheme that he knew Mokuba would see through, which...)) but Seto certainly has screwed Mokuba over accidentally. At least once.)

And meanwhile, Yami fixes everything through card shenanigans.

So here’s the shenanigan this episode: I don’t go over cards here but this one requires a limited amount of explanation.

So every round the golden castle deletes half of Yugi’s cards. So he was like...I’ll just draw down to one card. They can’t delete half a card...so that means the card must delete one of the two cards on the field which means it must delete itself.

...which is like the closest Yugioh will probably ever get to abusing a glitch to do a speedrunning tactic like GDQ.

Anyway, like I stated in the title: there are no fractions allowed in Yugioh. If you do that to your priceless one-of-a-kind card you got from winning one of Pegasus’ murder tournies, it will irreparably bust the card.

I’m sure at least one of you will correct me with the proper way to insert a fraction into your duel disk. Cuz like...as I say multiple times so we never forget, I barely pay attention to this card game and I’m just flying by the seat of my pants.

I want to say Seto and Mokuba were in the hacker chairs for like...3 minutes maybe before they realized “oh...Yugi fixed it...” and walked the half a mile back to the duel arena.

and also, as I’m looking at Seto’s glasses here, I just realized...all of Kaiba’s team wears sunglasses all the time. Inside, outside, night, or day...

They haven’t outright said this...but what if those aren’t sunglasses?

Is Roland and that other Roland wearing fancy cyber glasses? They are, right? Because they wear them indoors?

Damn, they can’t take a piss without being on call with Kaiba Corp, can they?

Now the problem is...Yugi played all of his cards (he has two in front of him face down, but none in his deck) and after milling himself, this means he’s now basically a sitting duck for Leon to take the title of “King of Games.”

Leon insists that he defend whatever scraps are left of his card honor and not duel a person who is carrying no cards and Yugi was like “COME AT ME BRO THIS IS THE ONLY WAY I KNOW I’M ALIVE.”

He didn’t even have to do a horror on Leon, he just...played cards good? I skipped it, I’ll be honest, but overall Leon’s card honor was...saved? Maybe? I mean he also go destroyed when his competitor had not a single card in his duel disk so...

...Leon will have to work on his card honor off screen because he’s pretty well humiliated at this point.

But stumbling onto the playing field like he’s half dazed/daydrunk, Zigfried is like “You forgot I already won, bastards!”

Which is when we find out that Zigfried’s “delete all” virus failed to press “enter” and deleted basically nothing. Just like when my Mom attempts to send something in Gmail but doesn’t press “Send” and tells me that Google is down and broken.

Sorry my bro has informed me that he ALSO has had to help my Mother locate the “Send” button and I just...I know she absolutely did that but I’m in denial that this Riddle of the Sphinx has happened to her multiple times.

Honestly, the pep talk we get from Leon at the end to cheer up his bro was a whole lot of “we will pick ourselves up and we’ll do better next time. Together.” and sure you can translate that as “we’ll be honest next time” or you can translate that as “next time we will be not nearly as obvious about inserting a virus into their computer until it is done doing the job, bro.”

Just like Dartz, we didn’t really get a whole lot of retribution or closure when it comes to Zigfried. But, unlike Dartz, Zigfried didn’t do too much murder, so I guess this is fine. He tried to cheat in a card game...

...and I guess tried to delete Kaiba Corp but youknow...

...people let him have that. The police saw the ticket of “this man tried to delete Kaiba Corp” and they just...didn’t arrest him. The judge saw that ticket and didn’t put out a warrant. They just let Zigfried have this, almost like “better luck next time, ya?”

And then Roland clocked out for the day and went home, thus ending this arc.

Look at all these characters, most of which we never saw duel even one card.

We also got one shot of Mai for some reason although she was not in this arc.

AAAHHHH. Every time I’m like “the show is done screwing geography” we get another freakin geography spook!

But we went back to California in order to get a scene of these guys in an airport to get a flight to Japan...

which means Rex and Weevil just...were they shipped home by the Kaibas? Because way to ditch getting arrested by the American Government, hot damn. They are...literally terrorists who destroyed a Caltrain in a plot to kill everyone in the world so like...really surprised Rex and Weevil are in public...but maybe all the FBI were dead at the time so they just didn’t know?

Meanwhile, Duke has to go back to Death Valley and call a tow truck for his car, RIP.

I sure hope he got PTO during this stunt and isn’t going home to a pink slip.

I’m not sure of Dukes life or anything going on with Duke. I’m sure the thing about Serenity is him joking because we have all forgotten about that girl by this point...but also...is Duke...still living in the Tenderloin? The crime rate is very, very high and the ground isn’t solid, so it will liquefy if there’s an Earthquake, but it is one of the few places in the Bay Area that doesn’t light on fire every year. He has that going for him.

I just really hope Duke moves out of the Tenderloin one of these days, he needs a better life.

Meanwhile, Rebecca does one last crime.

This is like a post-epidemic reaction to a hug, but in 2002(3?).

I don’t think I’ll miss Rebecca too much. Wanted to like her more, but she was under-utilized, like most of the characters on Yugioh. Not even just talking girl characters here--most characters on Yugioh are super under-utilized, just Tristan Wallflowers doing nothing, but also being selectively OP as hell about very specific things they never, ever need to do.

Speaking of the devil:

Yugi...just saved his entire company...

But Mokuba is just has to make sure to make it seem like they owed Mokuba and not the other way around. Just in case.

So off they go on this massive plane. It’s probably more to do with the length of the trip as to why the plane is so big but also...

This plane is overcompensating.

But before we analyze that, lets close the book on Seto Kaiba’s very short therapy arc. Overall, it was a nice distraction, but I can see why people call it a filler arc, as it really doesn’t affect...anything going on in the major plotlines, which makes me think it could have been a movie or a game or something. But overall, it’s not bad, it’s just not what you’d expect if you were a Western audience.

Like I’m preaching to the choir, but typically, Western stories are entirely plot focused, and so our arcs always give or take away from that plot. But in a Eastern story arc, it may instead be character focused, where the climax is a character evolving or coming to some sort of cathartic realization, which this arc was, in a big way. We still had some plot, because this is a Shonen, but overall it was about characters, and specifically whether or not Leon and his bro would reconcile or change--which they did.

We did get to see a little more growth on Seto in that he...didn’t go bonkers and hallucinate during a card game. It’s been a while since we’ve had him not do that. Seto was very chill this arc, which makes sense, it was a very chill slice of life arc for everyone involved.

So, next we move on to the next one, which bro has informed me...is

still not Bakura.

According to Bro, the next arc didn’t even air in the Japanese version of the show? Like he’s got a lot of spicy Yugioh headcanons so he could be wrong (He did tell me that he thought that Zigfried was Seto Kaiba’s ex boyfriend when he saw this as a kid which...that sure is a way to interpret this arc, and it probably wasn’t just my little brother who went down that thought tube there...)

(Bro Note: To be fair, I didn’t watch much of this arc as a kid.)

But he says the next arc was originally a movie. But they released it in the States as episodes to be part of S5, just to put more episodes in there. Which, if he’s correct, makes it seem like we’re getting like the Mulan 2 experience kind of shoved in between this arc and the next

But um..

according to bro it has virtually no card games.

.......

I’m so used to only capping 10 minutes an episode, what?

Anyway, until then, here’s the link to read the rest of these from the start in chrono order:

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

I’m kinda itching to do a Season Zero, it’s been a hot minute--so those take a little longer to do, especially since I need to go to a different site I haven’t...checked out yet...I’ll be back...eventually? I just know that at some point in Season Zero they fight it out with yo-yo’s and I want to see it.

#yugioh #yu gi oh #ygo #S5 #Ep14 #Seto Kaiba #zigfried von schroeder #leon von schroeder #Yugi Muto #Joey Wheeler #Tristan Taylor #Mokuba #Tea Gardner #Duke Devlin #Rebecca Hawkins #recap #photo recap #episode recap

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bagelbright-tok · 3 years

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In With A Bang

Fem!Reader X Crusaders

*** means a time skip has occurred. ××× means a cut scene to some unrelated stuff.

Italics mean a different language/ thoughts. [Y/N]= Your Name [L/N]= Last name [H/C]= Hair Color [H/L]= Hair Length [E/C]= Eye color

Word Count: 4551 words

Warning(s): Swearing, descriptions of blood, descriptions of death, descriptions of brutality and attacks, possible poor grammar and writing.

Comin' In With a Bang. __________________

How was it that you'd ended up on the side of a Cairo road, head smashed into the cement? Why are your thoughts so fuzzy and unclear? What is the warm red liquid beginning to surround you? Where are the others? What happened?

×××

You'd been travelling via off road vehicle for several hours, making the occasional pit stop for a small break. You were just trying to get to Pakistan for some work. You were offered a flight there, but as it turns out, you had an irrational fear of flying. You decided to take your own car and take a trip around the world to Pakistan. This was very beneficial for your work. Not only would you get what you needed from Pakistan, you'd get more from other places, like; India, Hong Kong, even a small trip into Japan. All in all, it was a great trip.

At least you weren't really alone. Your, travel buddy, Stand, "Dead or Alive," always accompanied you wherever you went. Your Stand was a humanoid being with a brown cowboy hat, a white bandana, and dressed like a classic bandit. It's hair bore a striking resemblance to yours, being [H/C], and around [H/L] (inches, feet, centimetres, metres, pick your poison). It's face couldn't be seen due to the large black shadow cast onto it by the hat and bandana. The most that could be seen was its glowing [E/C] orbs that pierced through the soul. Your Stand's ability held no real use for your job, but it was most definitely useful for self defense. Your Stand wielded guns. Very blunt and straightforward. It could summon a classic 6-bullet silver revolver. The bullets it shot went further than any regular revolver shot. DoA had its own ammunition to reload into its gun. You weren't really sure where it kept acquiring the ammo, but in the end you didn't care.

Your Stand was in charge of the map, while you were in charge of the driving. The mountains you drove on the side of were tall, and a drop from the height of one of those bad boys would certainly kill someone. You tried your best not to think about that while driving on the narrow dirt road. But it was especially hard to not think about when you had idiotic drivers on the road with you. First, a large dark blue vehicle suddenly overtook you. No warning, the car came barreling beside you, throwing rocks and dirt at your car, and then sped away ahead of you.

"What the Hell?" You cough the dirt out of your lungs "Assholes."

And that was that. Until a small red beat up car came and did the same thing. Despite the size and seemingly old age of it, the red vehicle went fast, and overtook you as well.

"Am I driving like an old lady or something?" You asked yourself, looking at your speedometre. "I'm going 110 km/h! How in the world are they going more than that on this road?"

You were definitely starting to get fed up with it. The red and dark blue vehicles had already sped far ahead of you, so there wasn't much you could do now. But you swore to the next car that did that to you that you would exact your revenge. As riled up as you were, no car did the same thing to you. You lost excitement and just continued driving.

*** "Hey, [Y/N]." Your Stand looked up from the map. "There's a small side of the road tea shop a bit ahead."

"Oh, sweet!" You excitedly say. "How far?"

"About an hour." Your Stand vaguely pointed somewhere on the map.

"Better than no- oh! Oh!" You are surprised to see a huge semi flipped on the side of the road. You narrowly avoided it as you swerved to turn. "Holy shit!"

"Keep your eyes on the road!" Your Stand yelled at you, as scared as you were.

"Good idea!" You yell sarcastically back at your Stand.

You straightened your driving and were back to it like nothing had happened. Not that far ahead was the dark blue vehicle that had rudely overtaken you earlier. Now was your chance. Your chance to turn the tables. You chuckled internally and sped up. The roads were more open now, and you had plenty of room to-- to overtake them in the most gentlemen way possible. You stuck your hand out the window to signal to them that you were gonna overtake. A moment of consideration from them was in action, and finally a pale light hand signaled back at you to go ahead. You cackled villainously and went ahead of them. You were going at least 145 km/h and were way proud of yourself.

*** About an hour past and you pulled into the small tea shop. You didn't really plan on buying any drinks. You planned on getting out of the car and stretching your legs a bit. You hop out of your great blue off road vehicle and onto the ground. You sigh a big breath of relief and begin to stretch. You reach down to your toes, and up into the sky. Your Stand took it upon itself to lay across the whole roof of your car. You looked up at it, and chuckled. Your attention was caught elsewhere when the very same dark blue vehicle from the earlier times pulled in next to your car.

"Oh great," Your tone turned bitter. "I wonder what these assholes want. They best not be sniffing for a fight." You glared angrily at their car. You watched as one, two, three, four large men, and one small girl exited the car.

"So that's why they do what they want? They think they'll win in a large number and make others feel guilty because of the kid?" You thought to yourself, scoffing at them.

They all knew you were glaring at them. You shook your head and looked away. You decided to hop onto the hood of your vehicle, back onto the windshield, and just try to relax for a bit. You were almost at that perfect, oh so sweet, relaxing point when--

"OI! Who owns that beat up red car!" One of the men yelled. He was an older man with gray hair. "You'll be a sorry sap once we're through with you!"

You had enough of that. You hopped off your vehicle, anger burning your [E/C] eyes.

"What the hell is wrong with you people!?" You bellow at them. "Why don't you stop being nuisances to everyone here, put your dumb asses back into your car, and leave!"

You'd definitely had enough. The anger you radiated actually threw them off. They were still angry about the red car, but they looked to one another and whispered. You continued to glare, waiting for them to do something. Once they began to move to do something the old red beater revved, taunting you and the 4 other men, and peeled out of the shop. They and yourself simultaneously look at the car as it does this. Then you watch as the guys and the girl pile back into their dark blue vehicle and speed off after the red car.

"What the hell just happened…?" You whisper to yourself, looking at your Stand, which had remained on the top of your car. "Get down from there! We're leaving."

You stomp off back into your beauty of a vehicle, and calmly drive back onto the road and onto your way back to Pakistan. DoA sort of just vanished, and reappeared on the passenger seat.

"I don't think we'll need the map from here. I'm pretty sure there are signs everywhere." You say, building up speed as you go.

"Less work for me." DoA propped its feet onto your dashboard, leaning back with its hands behind its head. You kept in mind that you weren't far behind the dark blue and red asshole vehicles. As long as you didn't get into a car wreck, everything would be fine.

You sped down the dirt road, going much faster than you had been in the beginning. Somehow your fear of veering off the road had vanished. You were too mad about the events that had just occurred. You take a moment at the splitting road to calm down.

"Calm down. It's not like I'll be running into them again." You whisper to yourself, gripping the steering wheel.

You look up again. The sign had an arrow pointing to the left, labelled, "Pakistan." You sigh, and slowly make your turn. The road now was a large curve on the side of a mountain. You were going a solid 137 km/h. As suddenly as the curve started, it ended.

"HOLY SHIT!" You scream as you try to turn your car.

The scene is as follows; there is a large space before a ravine begins. The dark blue car from earlier was on the edge whilst the red car was attempting to push the other vehicle off. Unfortunately, the red car was right in the path of your car.

Your beautiful baby came crashing into the red beater. You came to a halt after that, and so did the red car- The red car had been launched over the edge and was falling to the bottom. The dark blue car had then reversed back into your car. A huge accident.

You were breathing heavily, trying to process what had just happened. Your Stand was wide eyed, sprawled against the passenger seat. "I think I just killed someone…" You say, gasping.

Your Stand de-manifested as you swiftly exited your vehicle from the passenger side. At the same time, the gang from the dark blue vehicle also stepped out. A silver haired pale man, the older gray haired man, a black haired teen, a red haired teen, and the brown haired little girl. You'd rushed over to the edge, kneeling over to look at the now burning scene at the bottom of the ravine.

The older man was laughing. It wasn't evil, it was just joyful. He was happy that he didn't die. "Hey kid! Nice going!"

He pulled you over, hugging you between his large arms and his big titty chest. He ruffled your hair as the silver haired man came along. "I just killed a guy! What do you mean, "Nice going!?"" You tried to escape his happy grip.

"Well. It's not as bad as you think," The tower hair man spoke. "He was trying to kill all of us. What goes around comes around."

The old man finally let you go after ruffling your hair. You were still shocked. You could just drive away and pretend you had nothing to do with the murder of a man, but the guilt would get you eventually. How much more trouble would you get in for not reporting it? Oh god were you going to jail? You stood there, frozen. Everyone else was looking over the edge at the burning car. You'd completely forgotten that you had also been crashed into. You turn around to look at your now beat up car.

"He got what he deserved." The silver haired man said again, placing his hands on his hips.

"But.. I wonder how he got behind us.." The little girl pondered, looking curiously at the burning car. "It's strange."

You overheard them as you went to your car. You stopped when an unfamiliar voice chimed in.

"It's not that strange!" It sounded as though it were coming from a television, a radio, or a phone. You looked around to see where that voice may have come from.

"The car radio!" The silver haired man turned around and pointed at their dark blue car. "The voice is coming from the car radio!"

You back up a bit. "What the hell is going on?"

"I was able to do that because of my Stand, Joestar!" The radio voice spoke again, cackling as it did.

"What!" The old man, assumingly Joestar, yelled. "If it knows my name, then it must be one of the enemy Stand users after us."

You had backed up into the group. "What the hell am I getting myself into?" You whisper to yourself, looking around at the taller men. "Are they other Stand users? Is this a Stand attack? I've never been attacked by other Stand users. What the hell am I supposed to do?"

"Is the voice coming from the car?" The red haired teen asked, looking over his shoulder towards the ravine.

"It can't be, that car got totaled! Thanks to-" The silver haired man looked over at you.

"[Y/N]. [Y/N] [L/N]." You say with a sigh, still shocked, and continuing to get more and more confused.

"Thanks to [Y/N]." The silver haired man finished.

"Unless," The black haired teen finally spoke. "The whole car is a Stand. Like Strength was a whole cargo ship."

You were confused into next Hell. Strength? A whole cargo ship Stand?

"The Wheel of Fortune is the card my Stand suggests! Wheel of Fortune!" The disembodied voice explained.

Then, the ground began to shake. You looked down and around to try and locate the reason behind why it was tremoring. Everyone was just as confused. No, you were definitely way more confused.

"What's going on!?" You blurt out, throwing out your hands to try and keep your balance.

"This isn't good!" The silver haired man shouted.

"Sorry to rope you into this, [Y/N]!" Joestar looked at you concerningly. "You gotta trust us, though! Everyone, into the car!"

"No! Get away from the cars!" The black haired teen yelled once again.

Everyone had begun to race to their car, but you had remained solitary. You were debating whether to trust them. You'd almost picked a fight at the tea shop, and they were single-handedly the biggest douchebags you had seen on the road. While you were stuck in your train of thought, a large bang derailed everything on your mind. Dirt went flying and so did their dark blue car and your royal blue car. You and everyone else fell to the ground. You watched in disbelief as your destroyed car went flying into the ravine. In place of both of the cars, was the red one from earlier. The one you had thrown off the cliff. It was totally beat. Worse than it was before.

"How the--?" You continued to question everything. "What is--! Who are you people!?"

"Introductions can be saved for later!" The red haired teen said to you rudely. "The car burrowed up from the ground!"

"That's not even possible!" You yell, ready to have a mental breakdown.

"I think it's obvious now that the car is a Stand!" The silver haired man exclaimed.

"The user must be inside." The redhead pointed out.

You had begun to get up. You remained in the sit up position, looking at the car in awe as it began to morph. The dents no longer existed. Cracks were gone. The Windows and lights that had been shattered were repaired. Infact, the car had even gained more than what it had. A huge metallic jaw-esque thing came out of the car's sides. The red paint was shinier than ever. You finally stood up on your feet, following suit of the group. The car began to speed its way towards the black haired teen.

Aforementioned teen only smirked. "Fine. Let's see who's stronger."

"Don't fight it yet, Jotaro! We don't even know its Stand power!" Joestar bellowed at the teen- Jotaro.

You watched as Jotaro began to manifest his Stand. "That really confirms it. These people are Stand users!"

Then you watched in horror as Jotaro was shot twice. Once in each shoulder. No one had even seen what hit him. This guy-- the enemy- was definitely dangerous. Someone you'd have never trifled with. Not that you meant to anyways.

"Aw! Didn't even see what hit you?" The enemy taunted, cackling as it stopped and swerved around in circles.

"Do I do something? Should I summon Dead or Alive? Will my Stand even be able to do anything to this guy? It's a whole ass car!" You weighed in on your options. What could you do, really? "These guys probably have stronger Stands than mine. They can take it on. I'll just come on in when needed."

Then the car resumed its assault. As the red head and the Frenchman tried to assist Jotaro, they were all shot with what couldn't be seen. Joestar, the little girl, and yourself stood behind and watched in horror.

"We can't fight this Stand! Not until we find out its ability!" The old man yelled at the other three, now bleeding comrades. "We gotta run!"

"Great." You think. Now, you just had to trust them and run away. At least you weren't feeling guilty anymore. The guy in the car wasn't dead.

"Don't think you're safe too, [Y/N]! You really did cost me their lives. It's only fair I take yours in repayment!" The car threatened you directly.

Yup. Time to go. As Joestar and his group began running through a small gap in the mountains, you followed behind. The enemy crashed right into the boulders, using the metallic jaw to begin to dig away at the rock. “Stop running away!” It screamed, digging faster and faster. Then it’s wheels tilted to the side, digging more, but also launching the car into the wedge, forcing itself within. “You damn roaches!” “It’s forcing its way in!” The old man stated. Everyone had grouped up and stood and watched. You were a few feet behind them, looking around for possible escapes. Bingo. You spotted just up ahead, behind the group, a good surface to begin climbing the side of the cliff to get onto high and smooth ground. “Head further back!” You yell as they spoke about the unbeatable Stand. You ran ahead, you could hear the group follow behind you. They followed your lead as you hopped onto the side of the cliff and began to climb. You hadn’t even noticed that the little girl in the group had fallen. You did look down and see Jotaro grabbing her though, and carrying her up. You reached the top first, taking a few steps and falling onto your ass. You weren’t ready for a full body workout. The Joestar group came up shortly after. You crawled over to the ledge and looked over to see the enemy swerve around, spotting you and the rest of the gang. “Climb as much as you want!” It cackled villainously. “There are quite literally no roads left for you to take! None for survival, escape, or for Egypt! Why? Because Wheel of Fortune is going to pummel you into ground beef!” You watch in horror as its tires grew more spikes on the rubber. It began to drive up the cliff towards you and the others. “I just wanted to get to Pakistan!” You yell at the car, now angry. “You won’t be getting far splattered on the boulders!” It remarked back at you.

It got closer and closer, yet everyone remained stationary. They all seemed relatively calm other than Joestar, who had begun to scream; “Oh No!”

“It’s climbing up the rocks.” The red haired boy commented on the obvious. “What can this car not do?!” The Frenchman asked rhetorically. “Yare yare daze.” Jotaro spoke in Japanese, only to return to English. “We’ll have to face it head it on. Everyone, get back, I’ll handle it.” He spoke with a confidence that made you want to believe Jotaro.

But there was the underlying untrusting of these people. You were lost in your own mind as you backed up, hearing Jotaro’s plan, but not listening to it. You were horrified. You were drowned out of your thoughts when you smelled something. You sniffed further. It smelled like gasoline. You wrinkle your nose, trying to follow it. It was coming from the red head and the Frenchman. “You two smell like gas.” You commented bluntly.

“What?” The silver haired man questioned, raising his arm to his nose to smell.

You were right. The red head did the same thing, smelling his body that reeked of Gas. Then the car came rocketing from the bottom. Its underside was revealed, and Jotaro planned on attacking it then. But something was wrong. It had a plan and you felt it. It couldn’t be that easy. Nothing ever is. The car spoke as Jotaro summoned his Stand to begin the assault. “You are very energetic, Jotaro! But have no brains!” Jotaro was yelling over the enemy’s talk, he was about to make contact. “Your bodies smell of something you haven’t even noticed.” Jotaro stopped in shock. His Stand returned and he began to smell it. The gas. “Jotaro! It’s gasoline! We were shot by gasoline!” The red head warned Jotaro “It shot it in such small portions at such a high speed, we couldn’t even see it!”

“That’s not possible!” The Frenchman commented. “He attacked us not to hurt us, but to douse us in gasoline!”

The car shot more gasoline bullets at Jotaro, hitting the side of his arm, and both sides of his shoulder blades. Jotaro groaned and stumbled. You had enough. It was horrifying to watch them get hurt.

“Two can play at that game!” You finally interjected. You ran forward, summoning your Stand, Dead or Alive.

“[Y/N], No-!” Joestar yelled. He didn’t know you, but he couldn’t have another innocent bystander die because of them.

Your Stand stood tall next to you, replicating your pose; feet apart, one facing forward while the other faced the side. You pointed your index confidently at the car. Your Stand had a gun pointing at the car instead of just its finger. The moment it had aimed, it fired, shooting through the windshield and hitting its target. If it wasn’t enough, it would be. Even as the car continued to move, your Stand shot all 6 rounds into the car. The car had no voice anymore. It went flying over everyone, landing on the hood and rolling over a couple of times. Now, it was beat. Your Stand’s gun was smoking. As cool as possible, you blew away the smoke and de-manifested your Stand. You looked over at the defeated user, noticing sparks coming from the left side. The enemy had detached some sort of electrical tube and had likely planned on causing an electrical fire on Jotaro. Then you looked at the group you just saved, twice. Surprised and shock was written on their faces.

You tried to break the awkwardness. “Soo… About those introduction..” You chuckle lightly. “I’m [Y/N] [L/N]. Mind introducing yourselves?”

They rationalized amongst themselves. You had saved them once without realizing it, then saved Jotaro on purpose. Not to mention, the enemy had threatened you directly, twice. For the time being, they’d trust you.

The red head spoke first. “Kakyoin Noriaki.”

Then the Frenchman. “Jean-Pierre Polnareff.”

Joestar gave you his full name. “Joseph Joestar.”

Then Jotaro. “Jotaro Kujo.”

“I’m Anne.” The small voice spoke again.

You looked over at her, forgetting she was even here. “Right. Nice to meet y’all, I guess.” You clapped your hands together and tapped your foot. “My Stand is called Dead or Alive. As you saw, it has a gun.”

They didn’t explain their Stands to you. You understood completely. It would take some time before they could trust you fully. When you looked back at the enemy’s vehicle, it had been reduced into a dainty old red beater. Everyone discussed using it to cross the border, but you doubted it would go very far.

××× With that, you’d gone your own path again, staying in Pakistan for work. That didn’t last long, though. You were now on DIO’s list of removal or brainwashing. Your Stand was powerful, no doubt about it, but you’d already encountered the Joestars and made acquaintances with them. It would be safer to just kill you so you don’t get in the way anymore.

You’d been attacked around 5 times in Pakistan. You won all 5 battles, but you realized you couldn’t keep it up for long. You recalled hearing Joestar and his group talk about heading to Cairo, Egypt. You found yourself making your way there instead. It was a harsh trip by yourself, especially being hunted down. You only encountered one other user before finding Kakyoin with a dog.

“Oi! Kakyoin!” You yell happily, jogging over to him.

“[Y/N]?” Kakyoin looked over. He had a snazzy new pair of sunglasses. “What are you doing here?”

“I’ve come to help! Turns out, DIO doesn’t like me, even when I’m not working with you guys.” You stop next to him. “So I’ll work with you guys and still be hated.”

“That’s amazing news! We need all the help.” Kakyoin smiled. “This is Iggy, by the way. He’s a Stand using dog.”

“Oh? Hi Iggy.” You wave a bit. This dog was not a happy pup. It growled and looked away. “Where are the others?”

“I was making my way to them. Come with me.” Kakyoin nodded in the general direction he was heading.

“Alright.” You nod, excited and nervous.

You were about to risk your life killing a man you’d never heard of until a couple weeks ago. You were willing to give your life to these people you’d only met a couple of weeks ago. You were willingly to give your life to a woman you’d never met. Kakyoin let Iggy down and lead the rest of the way. With the sun against you, hitting your back and the Joestar groups front, you stood epically next to Kakyoin. You posed with him as Jotaro, Joseph, Polnareff, and another unknown man stood in amazement.

“Kakyoin! [Y/N]?”

They all said at once, excluding the dark man whom you’d never met.

***

You introduced yourself to Mohammed Avdol. You explained to everyone why you came back. And then, you all marched into the mansion that belonged to DIO. Everything happened so fast. D’Arby, Vanilla Ice, Nukesaku, and the death of a man and dog you’d just met. It was wild. You had just introduced yourself to them. Where were they?

Then the battle happened. The sun had set, and the vampire was on the prowl. His first victim was Kakyoin. The red head was sent into a water tower, giving his last message in the form of an attack to a clock tower. DIO was more focused on Joseph and getting his blood. You stood in the way. An inconvenience at most. DIO went overboard. He was suddenly in front of you, head in hands. He took off and slammed you into the Cairo streets. He stomped on you, grabbed you by your [H/C] hair, already stained in blood, and smashed your skull into the cement. Joseph had run over to the edge of the building and could only watch in horror as you were beat brutally. He basically watched two of his allies get murdered in front of his very eyes. All in the hands of DIO. ___ END

A/N| Took a long while and some procrastination, but I got it finished. Now I can work on other pieces without feeling guilty that I hadn’t finished this.

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Always and Forever

Characters: Takashi Morinozuka x Female Reader

Words: 2,148

Warnings: Angst, major character death, mentions of a car wreck and aneurysm, and there is some fluff if you squint

A/N: Today’s fic is inspired by a song that makes me want to fall in love. I know it seems odd considering the lyrics but it’s just the meaning behind it that I find beautiful and is the reason I chose this song. Plus the other ones I had lined up didn’t strike inspiration the way I had hoped.

You sat at the table with dinner all made and set, waiting for Takashi to walk through the door any minute now with the items you asked for him to pick up on his way home from work.

But it was forty minutes past time he would usually arrive home and all he had to pick up was more milk.

He was never a man to dawdle in the grocery store unless it was the two of you together, debating and brainstorming ideas of what to make.

But those minutes slowly began to eat away as your dinner began to go cold and your heart began to sink.

He was a man of punctuality.

But today he was far from it.

You began to pace the dining room and checked your phone, but it was eerily quiet too.

No texts and no calls.

You needed to distract yourself so you let out a gentle sigh, sitting back down, and eating what cold food your stomach could muster with all the knots building up. However each bite you took down, your body was ready to throw it back up.

You only got half way in before giving up and pushing your plate away.

Calm down, breathe.

It was just traffic! Maybe the roads started to get busy like they usually do at a time like this.

Maybe he ran into an old friend in the milk isle and they got to talking, losing track of time.

Scenario after scenario and lie after lie, you told yourself something comforting to keep the anxiety at bay. But like many other times, your anxiety was winning.

You wanted to go out and look for him, but your body wouldn’t allow you the effort to leave.

Because you convinced yourself he could return when you’re gone. He would be home any minute now.

But he never came and those minutes you kept telling yourself, whisked away into hours like the food that now sat in the bottom of your trash can.

It was growing late and there was no way you could go to bed without your fiance when you had no idea where he was or what was going on- hoping with all your might that maybe it was one of Tamaki’s stupid ideas to drag him somewhere.

But Tamaki hadn’t heard from him. No one had.

Was it cold feet maybe? Did his insecurities finally win and convince him he wasn’t good enough for you?

With a shake of your head you tried to scatter the thoughts or with any luck shake out of your brain, but they just came flooding back.

You adjusted against the arm of the couch, tucking yourself into the blanket even more, closing your eyes for just a brief moment and replacing the warmth from the fuzzy throw with Takashi’s arms.

Your heart settled for just a moment at the thought, but it was all ripped away when the sound of your phone ripped through the house from the kitchen.

The silence was finally broken, startling you from your peaceful daydream as you walked, feet padding against the cold tiled floor as you made your way to the counter.

It wasn’t the person you were hoping for- in fact there was no name attached, just an unknown number you hadn’t seen before.

You gulped and quickly answered.

“Is this Y/N?”

“Yes, who is this?”

You could hear them gulp on the other end of the line before they spoke, telling you that you were the emergency contact on file and that Takashi was in intensive care. “I think it’s best if you make your way down here.He’s currently stable but we don’t know how long he’s going to have.”

Your heart dropped and shattered into a million pieces, before you could ask any questions you were letting them know you were on your way and quickly hanging up.

With the speed of light you grabbed your wallet and keys, slipping on the nearest shoes and pulling on a pair that didn’t even match.

But right now how could you care when the man you loved more than anyone in this world was slipping away at a speed you knew nothing about?

Your hand was shaking as you tried to push the key in the ignition, swearing under your breath as tears began to blur your vision. Finally on the third try you were able to get the key in, turning it quickly and bringing the car to life.

You wiped the tears that already spilled out and attempted to calm your nerves enough to drive. But you couldn’t remain calm as you drove.

Your foot seemed heavier than normal and your road rage infinitely much worse that matched something of a demon- yelling and crying at anyone who dared to drive below the speed limit.

In a matter of time you were peeling into the parking lot and hurrying to find a parking place, not caring if you were too close to the lines. Once your car was in park and shut off you scrambled into the hospital, the bright fluorescent lights blinding you as you made your way to the front desk.

The nurse behind the desk took one look, immediately giving you a face of sympathy as you closed the distance, hands trembling as you caught your balance on the desk.

The weight of what she might say was ready to crush you at any given moment.

“Takashi, Takashi Morinozuka. I received a call and was told he’s in intensive care?”

The nurse flashed a gentle smile, paging down one of the nurses to lead you there.

The gentleman gave you the same face as he led you down what felt like a maze of a million hallways before coming to the intensive care unit.

Takashi’s doctor was at the doctor’s station nearby, catching your eye and coming over before the nurse could directly take you to your fiance’s room.

The doctor wore the same, gentle smile as he told you everything they currently knew about Takashi. He filled you in on how he was brought in from a wreck and they had discovered that there was an aneurysm that was bleeding out, they were thankfully able to stop the bleeding before it got too serious.

But they didn’t know they had missed one that was still leaking out.

He told you of his broken bones, punctured lung, and lesions. How he had some bruises that were already showing, attempting to prepare you.

It was all muffled as your brain began swirling, but all stopping when you heard that he was conscious currently.

The doctor led you to his room, and you could see him through the pieces of glass. Before he even opened the door you knew Takashi looked and felt like hell.

But you still weren’t mentally prepared when he opened the door to see him with wires and tubes, cuts and already formed bruises decorated his face and arms that were currently visible to you.

You didn’t know just how much more damage he sustained away from the naked eye.

Takashi’s eyes fell on you once you walked in, giving you an apologetic smile as you made your way over, dragging the chair closer.

The sound of the metal on the tile drowning out the machines beeping.

“I’m sorry,” was all he muttered out.

“Takashi please don’t be sorry. This- this wasn’t your fault.”

He didn’t try to confirm or deny your words as he carefully took your hand in his, gently giving it a squeeze.

It was obvious how much he was currently fighting just to get to spend this time with you, and it was breaking your heart even more.

“Come closer.”

You obeyed, leaning closer to him, breaking when you felt his busted lip gently place a kiss to your head, hand coming up and carefully catching the tears that finally got to break free.

“Y/N.”

You looked to his eyes, discarding the fact one had a blood vessel busted, instead choosing to get lost in the storm gray of his eyes. They were currently a typhoon of emotions, and only half of them you could read.

“Let’s just be happy for right now?”

You took in a breath, knowing full well he was right. You couldn’t let the last thing he’d see be you breaking down, so instead you pulled back and finished drying up your own tears.

“Y/N, can you imagine the life we would’ve had?”

“It would’ve been an amazing one, Takashi. We would go wherever we wanted for our honeymoon before truly starting our lives together. How many kids would you have wanted?”

“As many as you’d allow me.”

You blushed a bit at the confession, “Three is a good number.”

He smiled softly, “Two girls and a boy.”

“Why two girls? We’d overrun the house,” you teased.

“Either way the queen would oversee them all. Their brother would protect them.”

“Yeah he would. He definitely would if he turned out to be anything like you.”

He hummed in response, “A dog would’ve been nice too.”

“Could you imagine if it was massive? We could probably stick Mitsukuni on it like a horse.”

Your heart jumped as you pulled a small laugh from him before he coughed.

“You’d make me happy for all my days- you have made me happy.”

“Takashi…”

“Y/N, let me finish. Don’t call the others until after I’m gone. Mitsukuni will help you. He’ll get you anything you need. Please, try to take care of yourself. Take care of yourself in the ways I couldn’t and that I won’t be able to.”

“Sweetheart, please…”

“I just hope I made you--”

“Please don’t do this to yourself right now. Takashi you’ve,” you stopped yourself blinking. “I have a crazy idea. It’s going to sound insane but what would you say if I wanted to get married. Right here, right now.”

He blinked, clearly not expecting you to say that before he smiled wider than earlier he had, reopening the wound on his lip. “The nurse button is on the remote.”

You nodded and quickly called for them to get the chaplain.

The two of you killed the time by continuing the talks of the life you’d live together. The life of grandchildren, being together through thick and thin, sickness and health, for richer or poor- the pets you would have and how you would grow old together remaining side by side. You even talked of the house you would’ve wanted, remaining close to the Haninozuka’s like Takashi would’ve wanted.

Your children would’ve been close to the Haninozuka’s like Takashi was so used to.

They would be raised in the Morinozuka way, but also given a freedom to choose the life they’d want to live

And when the chaplain came in it was clear he was expecting words of prayer by the way his face contorted into a bit of confusion when you asked him to marry you.

He looked at Takashi as if silently asking him if it’s what he wanted.

Takashi nodded his head and the chaplain began the service, doing a shorter version than usual given the circumstances.

You could tell as you watched him throughout, that he was slowly losing his fight.

And when it came time for his vows it took all the strength you had to not burst into tears right then and there. You would need to save them until after he was gone.

Takashi gave you a loving look as he gave your hand a gentle squeeze, “Y/N, I will always love you. Always and forever, from now until my last breath. I will love you even when I’m not here. You will always be my home and the one I love most. I will forever cherish the time we have spent together.”

The chaplain smiled softly, continuing on.

You could tell when it was time to seal your marriage with a kiss, that he was close to losing his battle.

You gently cupped his face, being mindful of the injuries and placing a gentle kiss on the lips to your now husband.

Takashi gently held your chin, giving you the same gentle and loving kiss to your lips.

You pulled away just enough to take one last look into those dark gray eyes that made you feel at ease and right at home, “It’s okay Takashi. I’ll be okay, you can go now. I will love you, always and forever.”

He gave you one last gentle smile, his voice barely coming out as he told you he loved you too before his voice broke off and the machines around you began to signal he was gone.

The tears you were holding back immediately came cascading down your face as you wept into the man you loved more than anyone else in this world.

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cina-full-moon-xanadium · 3 years

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Heisei Kamen Riders I could beat up in a fight

Kuuga - I think I have like a chance just because of who he is, but one rider kick made a city block explode. I don’t wanna fuck with that

Agito - I lose harder against this guy than Kuuga honestly. There’s just too much going on in there that I don’t know about and I just get this feeling that there’s not a timeline where I win. Agito fucks me up.

Ryuki - I fucking EMBARASS this man. Holy shit he loses so hard it’s not even funny. I just start throwing hands and he’s done

Faiz - Admittedly I’m not sure about this one and that’s why he’s in even? I don’t really think I have a very good chance or anything but I don’t get the sense he’d overwhelm me either. Bit of a toss-up y’know

Blade - If it was just me I think I’d have a good chance, like 90% win and 10% lose; but if I have a baseball bat I destroy Blade. He doesn’t have a chance in hell

Hibiki - This one actually depends. If it’s Kiriya? I have the edge, that’s a +. I don’t always win but I could kick his ass more than he could kick mine. But if it’s Hidaka then no, no, I’ve lost. I’ve lost. He peacefully disarms me and then gives me dad advice on the beachside at night and I cry and go home a stronger woman. No chance.

Kabuto - I lose

Den-O - Any single one of the Imagin would kick my ass but the thing is there’s four, maybe five of them in there and they’re already arguing and while they’re doing that I’d jump them and they’re done. Slight chance I don’t but the odds are in my favour

Kiva - Usually I’d say I just beat the shit out of this kid but he kinda takes on a different personality when henshined so I don’t know if I completely beat him. I definitely have the edge though.

Decade - Yeah, I don’t... nah, no. I’m just not beating Decade. He destroys me.

W - I’m a bit scared of them? I’m not sure why but they definitely would scare me the most if I had to fight them, but in reality when I get over that I don’t think there’s much there. They could beat me but I could beat them.

OOO - I mostly lose but he’s too nice, y’know? I don’t see myself WINNING but I think he’d just hold back

Fourze - The only reason I don’t 100% lose is that he’d play along and try and give me a fair fight. That’s my honest opinion; he would hold back A LOT just to give me a chance of winning and it’s to the extent that I could actually win so I think I could have this one, but if he actually tried he’d wreck me

Wizard - I just autolose against anyone that has magic I think

Gaim - He’s technically a god but I think I’d win if I jumped him. Frankly if he’s not a god yet I jump him and win outright

Drive - Man I don’t know I think. I think he just wrecks me? He’s a cop and he’s got a car I don’t really know what I could do here

Ghost - I don’t ever want to and I hate saying it but if it came down to it I could destroy him. I just can’t imagine a scenario he wins against me

Ex-Aid - Self-explanatory

Build - Like... like he’s PROBABLY winning but I don’t think he’s that tough. I need to get that across he is almost definitely absolutely winning but I could really do some damage before he could

Zi-O - Yeah I win this one too honestly. A bit like Kiva he’s just kind of a weird kid I beat up but unlike Kiva there’s just no resistance at all here, I win outright

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athenamikaelson · 3 years

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So I've been on tiktok like ya do and I found myself in grave cleaning tiktok and I think this sounds so good for a spn fic. Would you be able to write something for reader being a normal civilian and taking on the hobby of cleaning up old graves from overgrown grass and moss and making the stones readable again? The ghosts in the graveyard take a liking to reader and when they see someone being rude towards reader, they terrorize them, leading Sam and Dean to show up on the case. Reader has no idea how she's connected and the ghosts obviously don't like the Winchesters. You can end it how you like! If you don't want to write it that's totally fine!

Sam and Dean Winchester x Reader

Request- So I've been on tiktok like ya do and I found myself in grave cleaning tik tok and I think this sounds so good for a spn fic. Would you be able to write something for a reader being a normal civilian and taking on the hobby of cleaning up old graves from overgrown grass and moss and making the stones readable again? The ghosts in the graveyard take a liking to the reader and when they see someone being rude towards the reader, they terrorize them, leading Sam and Dean to show up on the case. Reader has no idea how she's connected and the ghosts obviously don't like the Winchesters. You can end it how you like! If you don't want to write it that's totally fine!

Warnings- Swearing, Dean and Sam being helpless dorks, An ass named Alec, assault

Word Count- 1877

“Well that should do it Earl.” Rinsing off the last of the grime on Earl Danberry’s grave I start to pack up my grave cleaning kit. A lot of the people in town think I’m weird for cleaning the graves but I really don’t care. Just because these people don’t see a reason doesn’t mean I don’t. One day when I pass and get a gravestone of my own, I hope somebody will do for me what I’m doing now. And I just find it nice to clean them for the souls of the people that inhabit them.

Packing up the rest of my supplies I start to walk to my car as I feel a cold chill brush against me.

“Thanks again kid.” Earl looks at the girl. Patting her on the shoulder.

“Earl you do know she can’t hear you right?” Another ghost says behind him from a group of ghosts who come to visit you whenever you come to clean another grave.

“I know but the kids good. She deserves a little thanks. Even if she doesn’t hear it.” A few sounds of agreement come from the group.

“Ya she is.”

As I’m placing the last of my stuff into the trunk I feel a presence behind me. Whipping around I come face to face with the gravedigger Alec. His stench of B.O and the dirty wife beater he’s wearing are the first things I notice. The second is the grim smirk on his face. It would’ve made me possibly less uncomfortable if there was anyone around us and the sun wasn’t fading but because she things weren’t a chill runs down my spine, but not from the cold.

“Heya darling, cleanen them stupid graves again I see?” Alec’s gruff voice comes out as if he just smoked 2 packs of cigarettes before talking to me.

“Well I don’t think they’re stupid. They represent these people’s past lives. I would think someone who works here would understand that.” He takes a step closer which instantly makes me step back, hitting the edge of the trunk.

Little do you know the spirits were standing off the the side watching the whole encounter.

“He better not try anything.”

“I’ve always hated him.”

“I’m dead and still have better manners than that ass.”

“If he touches Y/N he’ll regret it.”

“Agreed.”

The spirits all agree as they watch the encounter.

“Well surgah I only do this for the check. Mans got to make a living somehow.” His eyes roam up and down my body as I try to make as much space between us.

“Um, ya sure. Well sorry sir but I really have got to get going, cat to feed and all.” As I’m turning around I feel his hand grab my wrist tightly and pull me towards him. Only now able to smell the wrecking smell of alcohol coming from him.

“Not so fast sweetheart. We’re having a nice little chat, no reason to be a bitch and leave now.” I try to pull away but he grabs my hair with his other hand and brings my to him.

I quickly think and bring my knee up to the place no man wants to get hit and quickly run to my car to get in and lock it once I’m inside. Alec comes up to my window and starts pounding his fists on it slurring out swears as I quickly slam on the gas and leave.

The fuming group of spirits all came to an unsaid agreement. He wasn’t going to get away with that.

“Let’s get to work.”

Sam’s POV

“So Mr. Benjamin,” looking over to the gravedigger who clearly looks like he needs to take a shower, “can you please tell us what happened?”

The gravedigger looks at Dean and I as if he has someplace better to be.

“I already told the other cops.”

I was about to open my mouth, but was interrupted by Dean.

“Well Alec, we’re not the other cops are we?” Den raises a brow at the man who looks at Dean in disgust before rolling his eyes and muttering a “fine”.

“Well I was just at home by myself, which isn’t a usual thing you know,” Dean raises another brow at the guy, already annoyed, “and all of a sudden my cabinets are being flung open and all my dishes are being thrown on the ground, chairs and moving by themselves and then it all stopped.”

“Is that all?” I ask him which earns a look as if I’m the crazy one.

“No.” He lifts the edge of his shirt where the scar of a knife wound is evident.

“After it stopped a knife just flew up to me, stopped mid-air and threw itself into my side!”

Dean and I share a glance.

“Do you have any idea who would do this to you? Any enemies in town?” Alec looked down at his feet for a moment as if deciding if he wanted to speak.

“Mr. Benjamin, anything helps.”

“Fine. This girl who comes and cleans the graves every now and then and I got into a disagreement the very day it happened. She’s a witch I tell you. A freak. Who comes in their freetime to clean old dusty graves?!”

“Wait she cleans them just because?”

“What was the argument about?” Dean and I question at the same time. Mine the ladder.

“Yes she does. And um,” he stops and thinks about his next answer which alerts a red flag to me, “She’s just crazy you know?”

“Ok, can you give us her name please?”

“Y/F/N Y/L/N”

Dean’s POV

Walking up to the house of the Y/L/N girl I look over to Sam.

“Witch?” A confused look crosses both our faces because of the exterior of the house, bright and full of life and color. Not something most witches would live in.

“Let’s just talk to her first and then decide what to do.”

I walk up to the door and knock expecting an old bag to open the door but am surprised when my eyes meet a youthful Y/E/C.

A look of question in them as I can’t seem to form a question as I stare down at her and take in everything about her. Her Y/H/C that he’d love to run his hands through and your luscious red lips that he couldn’t help but imagine them on-

“I’m sorry, um could I help you gentlemen?”

Sam’s POV

A melodic voice enters my ears as I peer to Dean who looks like he’s lost in thought, just staring at the poor girl.

“Yes. Ms. Y/L/N?” The girl sends me an award winning smile that almost makes my knees give out. I can see why Dean can’t speak. But one of us has to.

“Yes we’re with the FBI,” I flash my fake badge and wait for Dean to show his and when I notice he’s still looking at the girl in awe I hit him with my elbow knocking him back into reality.

He quickly straightens up, showing his badge.

A look of confusion and fear passes the girl's features and at that moment I just want to assure her everything will be ok. Oh shit. Witch Right.

“Is something wrong? Is someone hurt? Oh, please come in.” She moves out of the way and we make our way to her living room as she leads us.

“Do you both want anything to drink?” She sends a warm but weary smile our way.

I was about to object, as she might be a witch and all but am quickly interrupted by Dean agreeing quickly.

As she gets up I send a glare to him which only earns my a sly smile and shrug.

Your POV

After handing the FBI men their teas I quickly sit in my seat putting my hands underneath my legs to keep them from shaking in nervousness at the men,

“What happened?” I ask the taller handsome one. The shorter handsome one has barely said 2 words so I thought I’d have a better chance of getting a response from the tall one.

“Well a Mr. Alec Benjamin was attacked the other day and he had said that you both had gotten into an argument. We are here to follow up on that. Can you tell us what it was about?” I quickly shift in my seat uncomfortable with the question.

I take a deep breath before I try my best to answer the question.

“I had just finished cleaning one of the graves when ALec had stopped me by my car. He started talking to me oddly and I smelt the alcohol on him which made me uncomfortable so I tried to walk away but he grabbed me and wouldn't let go. I hit him and I loosen his hold enough for me to get to my car and drive off. I haven’t seen him since.” I let out a shaky breath before leaning back in my seat avoiding the men’s gazes.

Dean’s POV

Oh I’m going to beat the shit out of that motherfuc-

Sam’s POV

I can feel my hand grip tightly onto the side of the chair. That ass should be thankful I didn’t know this when I saw him or I would’ve-

“Is there anything else?” Her small voice makes me relax somehow.

“Um, did you notice anything weird beforehand? Cold spots, static, sulfur?” A look of confusion crosses her face before she bites her lips. Instantly drawing my attention. Please don’t be a witch.

“Sometimes when I’m there I feel coldspots, before I was leaving I felt one. But I hadn’t thought anything of it. Why?”

I send her a small smile. Understanding now what must’ve happened.

“Nothing for you to worry about. I think that’s all the questions we have for today. Thank you for your time.” As we get up I see Dean hand her a piece of paper.

“Please call me if you ever have any questions.” He sends her a smirk which hides the gleeful look in his eyes.

“Of course.” She brings us to the door and waves us goodbye as we leave. As soon as she shuts the door I hit Dean in the stomach.

“Did you just give her your number?”

“Don’t act like you don’t act like you didn’t have the same idea.”

We make it to the hotel room and once I open the door Dean and I stare in disbelief.

The place looks like it just got robbed, sheets thrown everywhere glasses broken. But nothing is missing.

“What the hell happened!” Dean’s gruff voice yells. The same question runs through my head before a chill washes over the room.

“Stay away from Y/N!” Voices boom through the room and Dean and I turn around to face a group of ghosts glaring at us. I’m about to grab a rock salt gun, but when I turn around they’re already gone.

“Please tell me she doesn’t have a bunch of angry spirits as her fairy godmother’s?” I look over to Dean before a small smirk crosses his face.

“That’s cool as fuck.”

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morgana-ren · 4 years

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my kink is shiggy going absolutely feral and wrecking the pussy

I am soooo sorry this took so long to respond to. I’ve been working nutty hours and it’s been busier than usual. I’m also sososo sorry the quality sucks. I wrote half of it tonight and I am crazy sick. I’ve got some sort of awful flu and I’m like coughing to the point where I can’t breathe and my mouth tastes like blood and my body feels like I was hit by a train. I hope you like it though :/ (BTW this ended up way longer and weirdly… sweeter than I originally intended? I hope it’s still okay though)

He’s sitting at the bar, and admittedly, he’s had a few more drinks than he usually has. Originally, he just wanted to take the edge off, but now he’s feeling a little bit loose. His inhibitions are definitely lower than they should be, so he’s maintaining his composure by trying to keep to himself. He very rarely allows himself to relax like this, but it’s been one hell of a week, and his pent-up rage and anger is threatening to boil over unless he lets himself decompress. It’s for his sake, and more importantly, for the sake of everyone around him, so he allows himself this one.

There’s only one little problem.

That problem is you.

Even at his most attentive, the absolute height of his prowess, he was starting to realize that there was something a little different about you. Don’t get me wrong, he cared about all of his team. They were his family now and he was content with that. But occasionally he found his eyes lingering on you a little too long, getting a little too lulled by the sound of your voice. He would even go as far as to say he felt something akin to giddiness when you would plop down on the stool next to him at the bar.

Tomura was no fool. He knew what it was. He understood in some capacity that he was attracted to you. He had been since you joined. He figured it was inevitable to some degree. After all, he wasn’t exactly a people person, and the ones he did surround himself with weren’t exactly suited to his sexual tastes. He felt for Toga like a big brother would (not to mention the fact that she was underage and that was definitely not his cup of tea.) And the rest of the team? He’d rather shove a nail in his foot.

But you? You seemed a little too perfect.

He tried to play it off as his loneliness. A young female around his age with a powerful quirk and similar views? Of course nature would take its course and veer his attention toward you. That didn’t mean it had to be genuine, right? Surely it would die with time, fading into the background until it was nothing but a dull echo and eventually nonexistent. He was just touch starved, feeling particularly lonesome and isolated recently. It had nothing at all to do with the fact that you had been running circles around his mind lately. Nope. Not at all.

He didn’t spare you any extra attention, gave you no favors. He didn’t let his libido steer his judgement, letting his rational mind keep control instead. He was the leader after all, and it was his job to refrain from bias toward any member of his team. Favoring one or the other, especially because one had a face and personality partial to his own personal tastes, was not a good look. He was a professional. He needed to act like one.

He thought he was doing a pretty good job.

At least until now.

His grip on the glass is a little too tight, just a bit too strained. He can hear you laughing behind him, at what he doesn’t know, but he knows it was ashtray that made you do it. It had been like this the last half hour. You and Dabi had been playing some sort of drinking game and clearly having one hell of a time. Exchanging stories, bantering, and joking back and forth.

Tomura might as well have been a fly on the wall.

Neither one of you seemed to pay him any mind, letting him drink alone in peace. At least as much peace as he could have while you two were practically rioting behind him. With his back turned, you couldn’t see how unbelievably irritated he was either. He told himself it was the noise. He had a headache and you two really should keep it the fuck down. That’s what he told himself.

“Hey dollface, you ever played ‘never have I ever?”

Dabi’s slurring slightly, clearly already deep in his cups. Whatever bullshit game you had been playing before, you had obviously been winning. You seem essentially sober, and yet you were still humoring this asshole. Shigaraki closes his eyes and rolls them. You two were utterly juvenile.

“Not since I was a kid.”

“You wanna play?” The suggestiveness in burn-unit’s voice is just a little too palpable. Shigaraki forces down another coming wave of irritation. He didn’t need to be subjected to this. Two of his subordinates acting like fucking baboons.

“Sure. I hate playing quarters with you anyway. You suck at it, but the quarters you use get too warm and they keep burning my fingers.”

“Can’t help it. I’m hot.” He raises his arms in a joking prostration, nearly falling off of his chair in the process. You chortle, snorting under your breath at his pathetic display. Shigaraki notes that you don’t disagree, however.

“Tell you what, if you can keep your ass in that chair, I’ll play it with you.”

“Ladies first.” Dabi resituates himself on the seat, loudly pulling himself forward several times until he’s level with the table once more.

“Okay, let me think… Never have I ever…” You pause for a moment, thinking. “Stolen a car.”

“Fuckin’ seriously? I had you pegged all wrong, doll! You’re definitely more boring than I thought.”

“Well? Have you?” You seem to already know the answer, but that’s the point.

Tomura knows the answer too. In fact, Dabi has stolen cars under his orders. Looks like ashtray loses this round. With any luck, he’ll eventually black out soon and maybe things would calm down.

“Yeah, yeah, give me the cup.” There’s the sound of a shot glass being passed across the table, and then a very loud crash that nearly makes Tomura jump.

“Bottle’s empty.” Dabi says nonchalantly, as if he didn’t just knock it to the floor, shattering it on accident. “Go get another one.”

“Yes master.”

It’s blatantly sarcastic and Shigaraki knows it is, but it still makes him flush slightly. Those words from your lips are not what he needs to hear right now.

You scoot away from the table, walking over behind the bar where Shigaraki is seated. There’s a pair of cabinets hanging overhead above him that you’ve got your eye on. However, as you stand in front of him and reach up to scrounge through the inside of them, he does his best to shake his shaggy hair in front of his eyes, trying to cover his ruddy face. You don’t quite realize it, but as you’re digging around up there, you’re giving him an exceedingly generous view of your cleavage.

He tries to tear his eyes away, trying to look anywhere else butat your overexposed chest. It’s unprofessional. It’s crude. It makes him feellike a dirty pervert, leering at you when you’re so oblivious. He doesn’t want to look. He’s not going to look. He’s going to pick up his drink and go in the next room and…

He’s looking.

Look, you can’t just do that, okay? I mean, you don’t know what you’re doing but still! He might be the leader, but he’s also a man and he has needs. Wants. Desires. And right now, there’s a pair of tits almost directly in his face, so achingly close that he could touch them if he wanted. His fingers are digging into the skin of his palm, trying to quell all the desperate urges he’s feeling right now, chastising himself in his head for even thinking that way. He holds out, thinking of strategies or games or something, anything to beat off those thoughts. Beat off. Fuck.

Finally, you slam the cupboard shut, apparently not having found what you were looking for. He could have technically told you that there was no liquor up there, but far be it from him to make your life any easier. You opt instead to look behind you in some cupboards lining the wall. He takes another sip of his drink, watching you as you fall to your knees, rifling around in the dusty, cobwebbed enclosure.

“What the fuck is taking so long?” Dabi pipes up from the back, kicking at the glass shards on the floor.

“I can’t find any!” You call back, before sparing a glance towards Shigaraki himself. “Hey boss, can we-”

“No.” He curls his hand protectively around his own bottle. Like hell he’s giving his liquor to that drunken moron behind him.

You sigh, returning to your efforts. He watches in slight amusement as you toss shit around on the inside, very clearly growing frustrated with your lack of success. At least until you bend down, practically crawling inside. Your upper half is encased on the inside of the cheap wooden hutch, but your bottom half…

Your backside is perked out directly toward him. You’re wiggling and worming, smacking things out of your way in your quest for more booze, and it’s definitely not helping. He can see the lines and contours of your ass through your pants, moving and shimmying around so much that he’s subconsciously brought his hand up to his face, biting deeply on a knuckle as he watches.

He doesn’t want to watch. He wants to close his eyes, to look away, to roll his eyes into his head, anything but ogle you like this. His pants are becoming increasingly tight, straining against his crotch. He’s acutely aware of this, shifting in his chair uncomfortably.

Fucking alcohol. It really has been a while.

“Got it!” You maneuver your way out of the alcove, clutching a bottle of musty liquor in your hands, holding it up triumphantly. Shigaraki snaps out of his haze, face blossoming into a deep shade of crimson. Maybe he’s had enough for tonight…

“Yeah, yeah, hurry it up half-pint. I’m losing my buzz.” Dabi is very blatantly more than ‘buzzed’, and he seems hellbent on getting black out. It’s no skin off Shigaraki’s ass, at least that way he’ll probably fall over and pass out and you two will finally leave him alone and give him time to compose himself and chase away these intrusive thoughts.

“Here you go, you big lug.”

He reaches for the bottle in your hands but you pull it away, shaking your head at him and pouring the shot for him. He shoots you a glare, but takes it none the less. His head lulls over as the liquor burns down his throat and Tomura is betting two more and he’ll be on the floor.

He just has to hold out until then. It’s probably a good thing that Dabi is on the brink of black out, because Shigaraki is rapidly running out of patience, dropping levels lower every time he has to hear Dabi’s goddamn voice. He’s almost always baseline annoyed with patchwork, but something was making him exceedingly irritating tonight. Every time he spoke you to you, Tomura found his lip twitching at the poorly concealed inflection in his voice. He doubted you even noticed it, but he sure as fuck could.

“My turn.” Dabi manages to garble out, leaning forward toward you on the table, smiling deviously. “Never have I ever… Fucked a member of the team.”

Tomura can barely hear your shock above his own. Heat prickles painfully below his eyes, mouth slightly agape and both his hands curling into fists. He doesn’t understand why he’s so mad, so angry at it, but he doesn’t exactly care enough to analyze it right now. It’s the typical sort of bullshit shenanigan that drunk people get up to, but it sends his rage meter through the roof. He’s at the end of his rope.

“What?” You laugh anxiously, a barely concealed look of discomfort on your face. “I mean like, yeah, neither have I.”

Dabi leans even more forward, pushing up from his chair and stabilizing himself on the table as he enters your personal space. His eyelids are lowered, either from the drink or his drunken attempt to be seductive, but either way, it’s a bit laughable. “Do you want to?”

“That’s enough!”

Tomura has shoved himself off his stool, kicking it aside as he faces you both. You look utterly started, but Dabi seems unsurprised by his outburst, cocking his head over with a bored expression. “Whattaya want, creep? We’re busy over here.”

Shigaraki opts to ignore Dabi, instead narrowing his eyes on you. If he didn’t know better, he’d say you looked frightened, eyes popped like a deer in headlights, no doubt wondering why it was you getting the brunt of the scolding when it was very clearly Dabi who was crossing boundaries in front of the boss. Right now, he doesn’t care.

He stalks over to you, harshly wrapping four fingers around your wrist and dragging you off into the nearby hallway. “I need to speak with you. Now.”

You gulp almost audibly as he yanks you across the room and into the darkened corridor while Dabi rolls his eyes and scoffs, reaching for the bottle again. Tomura can feel your anxious eyes on the back of his head, no doubt wondering what you were in for, and honestly, even he didn’t know. He had acted on impulse, being led entirely by some instinct that had taken over his brain.

He brings you down deep into the bowels of the building before he finally stops. It’s where you’re certain no one can hear you scream, no matter how many times you tell yourself that this is your leader and he wouldn’t do that to you. He’s got you against a wall as he stares down at you, crimson irises burning into yours. He looks pissed, but he’s just glaring down at you silently, letting the tension build to unbearable levels.

“Boss?” You squeak, unable to handle not knowing.

“Quiet. I’m thinking.” He hisses, snarling at you.

“B-but boss, I didn’t-”

“I said shut up!” He slams his hands on either side of your head, narrowly avoiding decaying the wall behind you. He’s leaning down, face is so close to yours that you can feel his breath against your cheek, moist and chilling you to the bone. You’re unsure of what exactly is about to happen, and for a moment, he is too. He’s frustrated and flustered and he has no fucking idea what the hell he’s even doing here.

That doesn’t last long.

Fuck it.

He crushes his mouth to yours so hard he knows it probably hurts you, but you don’t seem to register it. Your eyes are snapped open, mouth slack and unmoving against his own in your stunned state. To hell with it, he needs to get this out of his system. If you want to hate him later, fine, but he needs to do this. He can’t handle it anymore.

What he doesn’t expect, however, is that after your initial shock wears off, you rake your hands through his hair, pulling him tighter against you, returning his fevered kiss with equally intense fervor. You’re practically devouring him, trying to slip your tongue between his closed lips. While his motions are automatic, his brain practically short circuits.

You’re… kissing him back?

It hits him like a kick in the ass. You’re kissing him back. You are reciprocating. Hell, you’re practically directing at this point. Your hands are clawing at his silver locks, yanking him closer and closer until he can barely breathe. He doesn’t care, he couldn’t care less if he never breathes again as long as you keep yourself pressed against him.

He can feel your body flush against his own, bathing in the warmth of your heat. This is all happening so fast, almost too fast. He never in his wildest dreams would have imagined that you could want him back, and it’s spurring his mind into overdrive. He knows what little self-control he has slipping, and the urge to shove you back further against the wall and take you is becoming a little too overwhelming. He needs to slow down while he still has the ability.

He pulls away if only slightly, just enough that he can croak your name, nails digging into your shoulder in warning. You can see his flushed cheeks, eyes glassy and low. His adam’s apple bobs, swallowing hard against your throat and you can tell he’s doing is best to not envelop you completely in his haze. It’s physically paining him in more ways than one, and you can feel a certain thick hardness worrying between your thighs. Gauging by his facial expression, he’s trying so desperately to communicate to you what’s going through his head without needing to say it.

You get the message. You know he’s trying so hard to keep in check, and no matter how badly he wants it, he’s going to resist. It’s his last defense.

Unfortunately for him, your only desire is to throw gasoline on that fire. You want it, and you want it bad. So, you pull a very unfair move.

You purse your lips in a pout, a simpering little whine emitting from your throat. Your hands make their way down to his narrow hips, gripping him closer between your parted thighs as you roll your body against his overly excitable nether region. Biting your lip, you bring your face close to his ear, whispering.

“Tomura…”

You feel him tense up, seizing as if frozen. His breath is caught in his chest, unable to move or think or breathe. There’s no mistaking the tone in your voice. Your head is in the same space as his. Is he asleep? Dreaming? Alive, even? There’s no way someone like him made it into heaven, so what the fuck was happening?

For the first time since you met him, he looks confused. His thin brows are furrowed, mouth open as if he wants to say something but can’t even find the words. Speechless, for once. He’s not even looking at you anymore, usually thin pupils dilated and switching rapidly between alternate sides of his eyes as if he’s expecting some sort of ambush. He’s utterly lost, and for a moment, you almost feel sorry for him. He’s clearly not used to this. He just needs a tiny little push.

“Fuck me.”

His eyes snap back to yours, a small gasp leaving him. All he needed was your permission, and you just gave it to him. Once you opened that door, there was no closing it. He knows it. You know it. And you’re more than okay with that.

“Please?”

He gives you exactly one second to inhale before he’s on you again. Hands clawing down your back as you struggle to undo your pants which seem exponentially more complicated than they did hours ago. As you kick them down your legs, he catches the hint that your clothing is optional, opting to rip and tear at your shirt rather than take the time to undo it properly. You want to scold him for ruining it, but that’s a bit difficult to do when his tongue is so far down your throat that it might as well be your own. You have a feeling he wouldn’t care even if you could.

You try to do him the favor of unbuttoning his pants, tugging them slightly down his hips, but before you can finish, he grabs your wrists, guiding them up to find anchor behind his neck. You can tell he’s trying to be as gentle and careful as he can, but his hands are shaking and stuttering against you, prying his pinkie fingers back so far that you’re sure it’s cramping him. He doesn’t want to risk harming you, but every bone in his body is screaming at him to tear into you like a predator.

You cling to him as he jerks his jeans down just enough and awkwardly frees himself with one hand, eyes never leaving yours. He’s waiting for you to shove him away, push him off, tell him you were kidding and laugh at him, reject him somehow. But you never do. Even as you can feel him against your legs, he pauses, needing some sort of final confirmation before he goes any further.

You let one hand unhinge from behind him, tracing his jawline and then grabbing his face gently in your hands. He looks vulnerable, almost confused, barely holding back whatever overwhelming need he has and it’s for your sake. You do the only thing you can do, the best reassurance you can think of.

You give him a gentle kiss on the lips, and then nod.

The switch flips.

You barely have time to clasp your hands back around his neck before he’s hiking you around up around his waist by your legs. You manage to lock your ankes together before he’s on you like a feral beast, burrowing his head in the crook of your neck, growling and gnashing his teeth on the tender skin of your throat. He’s grinding his erection between your thighs, rubbing against you and teasing your clit until you’re working against him with equal ferocity, practically ripping his hair by the roots.

He’s got you pinned between his lithe body and the wall, his nails digging into the thick skin of your thighs as he groans against your collar bone. He can feel how wet you are and it’s driving him into a frenzy, your little whimpers only serving to harden his already aching cock. The barely controlled undulation of his hips against yours but a taste of what he’s going to give you, and if he makes you wait much longer, you’re going to lose it.

He lets go of one of your legs, letting you steady yourself with your fastened ankles as his hand creeps between your waiting thighs, stroking and rubbing your nub until you’re bucking your body up into his touch. You’re breathing heavy, gyrating your body to try and increase the friction he’s providing you but it’s not enough. Your pleading looks and half formulated sentences coax a small, cruel giggle from him, reveling in the fact that you’re practically as needy as he is.

“You want it?”

His words are deceptively calm, but the truth of the matter is reflected in his eyes. Wide and bulging, blown out in lust. He’s barely even blinking, memorizing every detail of your wanton body on display for him. His fingers are twitching on his cock as he lines himself with your entrance, every single muscle longing to slam into you full force, but he wants to draw this out. Wants you to beg, needs it.

You nod your head vigorously, a pathetic whine all you can vocalize. You’re squirming in his arms, trying to impale yourself on him and failing. A frustrated groan and a pleading look later, and he decides that it’ll suffice.

”Take it.”

He plunges in, bottoming out inside you with one swift motion. The pressure is intense, stinging even with as wet as you are, but the moan that escapes him is unlike anything you’ve ever heard from him before. He’s always so calculated, so meticulous, but the sheer unadulterated carnality of the sigh that leaves him makes you clench tighter around him. You didn’t think something as simple as a sound could arouse you so much, but something about seeing him so uninhibited makes you hotter than you thought possible.

It takes him a second to adjust to your tightness, but he quickly gets his bearings. Hissing under his breath, he begins thrusting, canting his hips in rhythm as he fucks up into your pliable body. He’s pulling no punches, battering you into the wall until you’re certain there will be bruises. Tenderness is a distant memory but you don’t seem to mind as your cunt is squeezing him so tightly that it’s almost as if you don’t ever want to let go. Your hands untangle themselves from his hair, grabbing onto his shoulders and shredding into his hoodie as you desperately try to stable yourself as he bounces you recklessly on his cock.

Your lecherous moans echo off the walls alongside his huffing and cussing in a cacophony of sin, but neither one of you can muster concern about anyone else hearing you. All you can think about is taking him deeper, rolling your hips in time with his as he pounds into you. He couldn’t give a fuck less if anyone else walks in on it either, even All for One couldn’t command his attention anywhere else but you. The only thing he knows is that he needs to be inside you, needs to feel you and he’ll kill anything that tries to get in the way of that.

Briefly, in the heat of the moment, your eyes meet. Both of you are glossed over, running purely on the fumes of the lustful haze, but there’s something underneath it all that softens you, going beyond pure greed and lasciviousness. He must sense it too, because his free hand comes up to cup your face, puckering your lips with his fingers before he slams his lips to yours once more. There’s a passion to it, an urgency that says something that neither of your words can, and even as you lose yourself moaning into his open mouth, he never lets you go.

Between the frantic pumping and the heated neediness of the kiss, breath is few and far between. You’re both panting in time with each other, desperate for air and each other. You can feel the sweat building on his brow as he rests his forehead against yours, muttering something deep and incomprehensible between consuming you. You’re building up, both reaching your peak and soon his pistoning becomes erratic and broken. You breathe in his ragged, shuddering exhales, swallowing every ounce of himself that he gives you. You never want to let go. You never want to let go.

His cock throbs deep inside you and your orgasm proceeds his. You feel hot ropes of cum coat your insides and your walls milk him even further into completion, clinging fiercely to each other for purchase. Your head is thrown back, practically sobbing as he ushers you into a pleasure so intense that you’re not entirely sure your body can handle it. You’re left drowning and breathless, legs wrapped around him so tightly that it’s cutting off blood flow, arms coiled around his shoulders for dear life.

His mouth is open in a wordless cry, fractured wheezes ripping themselves from his throat as he tries to pull his soul back down to his body. He can’t feel his fingers anymore, can’t feel his extremities, all he can feel is you and your embrace and he decides he never wants to lose it as his lips find yours again, swallowing your cries of pleasure.

Even as you both float back down from your bliss, he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t want to. He knows what’s coming and he’s desperately trying to keep it at bay. He knows he has to let you go eventually, no matter how much he fights it. It’s inevitable, but he’ll draw it out as long as he can.

You don’t stop him.

He kisses you until one of you has no choice but to break it to breathe and he curses the function. With the break, he knows the moment is over.

Gently, he puts you down and does his best to keep you steady on weak, wobbly legs. Your thighs are twitching, already beginning to bruise where his hipbones repeatedly beat into them. He wants to say he feels bad about it, but he doesn’t. It’s a reminder of what you shared. You don’t seem to mind either, even as you nearly fall on your ass trying to gather your pants back up around your legs. Instinctively, you go to button your blouse, but you are quickly reminded that it’s no longer wearable as you realize there’s a gigantic rip through it, and several buttons scattered around on the floor beneath you. You quirk your brow at him, giving him a look of faux annoyance as you take it off and throw it at him.

“Oh.”

He catches the hint but seems lost for a minute. He’s looking around at the walls and the floor as if there’d be a convenient dresser that would pop out of thin air, and you have to resist the urge to laugh. He’s clearly still post-orgasmic delirium, and there’s something just so adorable about seeing such a serious, brooding figure so utterly clueless.

Eventually, he sighs, placing four of his fingers underneath the bottom hem of his hoodie and carelessly yanking it up over his head before chucking it at you in the same manner. He says nothing, but you understand. You look at it for a moment before raising it up over your head, awkwardly trying to maneuver your head and arms into the proper holes in the dark hallway. It takes you a good minute, but you manage.

“I’ll get you a new one.” He’s bashfully scratching the back of your head as he holds your shirt in his hand. He seems embarrassed now, which makes it very hard to resist the urge to giggle at him.

“Don’t even worry about it. I didn’t care about it that much.”

You tuck your hands into the pocket of the hoodie, and you realize just how comfy it is. No wonder he always wears it. You’re probably going to steal it. It definitely, absolutely has nothing to do with the fact that his scent is bombarding you now. Nothing to do at all with the fact that you can still feel the warmth of his body while you wear it. Nope. No chance. No way.

“You should bring that back to me when you change.”

You’ve been foiled.

“I’ll be up. You know where my room is, right?”

Oh.

OH.

You grin cheekily at him, shaking your head. “Yeah, I know where your room is. Give me a few minutes and I’ll drop it by.”

You could swear you see him smile a little when you agree.

“Good. That one’s my favorite.”

You want to make a joke about whether he’s talking about you or the hoodie, but he’s already stalking off. You’re not worried, you’ll see him soon enough.

You have to cross through the kitchen to get back to your room, and you are very surprised to see Dabi still sitting in the same chair where you left him. Well, not surprised to see him, but surprised that he’s not on the floor and is still very much awake. He looks over at you, frowning as he slides a shot glass across the table towards your direction.

“I think you have to take that last shot now.”

#Tomura Shigaraki #Shigaraki x Reader #Lemon #I'm so sorry if this sucks #I feel like someone hit me with 40 sick sticks #tw alcohol #Anonymous #just a warning this is straight up unedited

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emmy-writes-sometimes · 4 years

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Broken Glass

Sebastian gets a call that you’ve been in a car accident and isn’t sure if you’ll make it. The worst part is that he hasn’t told you he loves you yet.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetheart?” Sebastian asked, looking down at you as you hugged him tightly. He’d done what any good boyfriend would do when you had an 8:30 class the next morning – he drove you half an hour back into the city, knowing you would need to sleep in your own bed.

“Yeah,” you responded. He pulled your hair away from your face and tried to savor the feeling of you. It was one night, but you’d been spending nearly ever night together since the holidays and this was your first night back. “I don’t wanna go.”

“You didn’t have to take the 8:30 class, you know,” he suggested, “and drop add isn’t over yet.”

“I know.” You shut your eyes and leaned all of your body weight into him as he kissed your forehead.

“Okay, you’re tired. I can’t walk you in, can I?” You shook your head.

“I’ll be fine. It’s literally across the street.” You stood on your toes and kissed him goodnight, only wishing you had more time.

“Alright. Good night, gorgeous.” Your heart beat a little faster as he kissed your forehead one last time, like he just couldn’t let go. He watched you scan into the building before getting back into his car. He hesitated, though, as his finger stroked the Jaguar logo carved into his key fob. Something just felt off and the last thing he wanted to do was leave you. But he did anyway, knowing you needed some time to do reading and to sleep. It still felt off later that night, but he just brushed it off and wished you were next to him.

“I’m telling you, man, I just feel like something’s up,” Sebastian insisted to Anthony as he started taking the fake dirt off of his face. The prosthetic artist was working on his fake arm, trying to get it off.

“Dude, you’re just paranoid. She’ll be fine. There’s half an hour between her dorm and your house and she’s probably on the way there right now.” Sebastian sighed, thanking the makeup artist as she pulled the prosthetic arm off, finally relieving the tension. She left soon after, leaving him and Anthony.

“You’re right. I mean, I just…” Sebastian was going to finish his sentence, but his ringtone lit up the makeup trailer. It was you. He smiled a little when the screen showed a picture of the two of you. “Hey, sweetheart, are you on the way?”

“Hi,” another, unfamiliar voice said. “This is going to sound weird, but are you a friend of Y/n’s?” It asked.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m her boyfriend, why?” The voice sighed in relief, but Sebastian could just feel that something was wrong.

“I’m an EMT with Fulton County. Your girlfriend was just involved in a car wreck and we were going through her phone to see if anyone could come be with her.” Sebastian’s heart just stopped.

“Is she okay?” The voice didn’t answer at first. He heard sirens in the background and he could feel that his heart was breaking. “Is she okay?”

“Her SUV rolled over twice and hit the median. She’s unresponsive right now. I can’t lie to you. She’s not doing well and we’re unsure if she’ll make it. Is there a hospital you’d prefer us to take her to?”

“Whatever’s closest.”

“Emory. Can I get some more information from you?”

“Yeah, whatever you need.” By now Anthony was standing outside of the trailer too, wondering what was wrong and why Sebastian’s eyes looked terrified. But Sebastian gave them your name, your birthday, and told them what you were allergic to. “If she wakes up can you tell her Sebastian loves her?”

“Of course. If you need anything, call back at this number and someone will try and answer.” Sebastian hung up the phone. His breath turned to white clouds in the cold air and they came out in puffs. He was crying.

“Dude, what’s wrong? You ran out of there like a bat out of hell!” Anthony said, joining Sebastian outside the trailer.

“I thought it was Y/n but it wasn’t. It was some EMT. She was in a car wreck and they said she’s not waking up.” Anthony’s face turned to one of pure shock.

“Whatever it is, I’m sure she’ll be okay. She’s a strong-ass kid.”

“But what if she needs me and I’m not there?” That, he realized, was what he was the most scared of. He was terrified that you would never get to hear him tell you he loves you. And he knew that you knew already, but it wasn’t the same as saying it.

“You’ll be there, man. Drive. And not like a maniac, you won’t make anything better. The last thing she needs is you getting into something, too. I’ll follow you.” Anthony walked to his car and waited until Sebastian got into his car, starting the engine. Sebastian did his best to drive, just drive, and ignored the sickening feeling in his stomach. He looked at his phone every chance he got, just in case someone was calling him again. You could be dying right now and he wouldn’t even have gotten the chance to tell you goodbye. He must have looked like an idiot – crying his eyes out as he drove, but he was scared. He needed to get to you, now. He needed to be there.

The next half an hour was a blur to him; he vaguely remembered parking his car and waiting for Anthony, asking a nurse about you, and them telling him to sit and wait because you were in surgery and they couldn’t tell him anything else. Sebastian walked back over to Anthony, who was already sitting down, and sat.

“Said she’s in surgery. That’s all.” Sebastian’s voice broke. He heard a radio go off in the hallway, something about an accident victim, and he swallowed a lump in his throat. He hated hospitals. He just couldn’t stand not being in there with you, even if he couldn’t do anything. You hated being alone.

“Whatever it is, you’ll get through it.” Sebastian put his head in his hands, trying not to cry like a baby, and brushed his hair behind his ears.

“You know something really shitty?” He asked.

“What?”

“I haven’t told her I love her yet. I was gonna do it tonight. Now I might not ever get the chance to.” You already knew he loved you – the way he put his hand on your back as you were walking, the way he would let you hang onto him like a koala, the way he would take you back to school in the middle of the night, or that one night when you had food poisoning and he sat with you the entire time. You knew because of the way he talked to you and the way he looked at you, and he wished, more than anything, that he could just tell you.

“Oh, no, man. Don’t pull that Hallmark movie shit. You’ll tell her. You’re going to storm into that hospital room and tell her you love her.” Sebastian laughed, actually laughed, and sniffled.

“Thanks, man.”

“Hey, I’m here for you. Whatever you guys need, I got it. If you wanna play Candy Crush I’ll give you my credit card.” He handed Sebastian a portable phone charger, too, knowing they would be there for awhile. Sebastian almost lost his mind playing the game on his phone until a notification popped up. He scanned the article about the accident. Your accident – The crash was the fault of a teenage boy who was supposedly driving over 100 miles per hour, 30 miles per hour over the speed limit. He was killed upon impact. He hit an SUV containing one woman, causing the SUV to flip over six times before coming to a stop at the median. We are told that the woman was unresponsive and taken to Emory.

“Un-fucking-responsive,” Sebastian muttered to himself. Anthony looked over at his friend and grabbed the phone, turning off notifications where Sebastian could see them.

“You see that? What I just did there? It’s called making sure you don’t see something you don’t want to see. You should try it sometime.” Sebastian scoffed, but he didn’t say anything. He just played solitaire on his phone even though he could never win.

“Mr. Stan for Y/n Y/l/n?” A nurse asked, walking out of the mysterious doors. Sebastian stood up, praying everything would be okay.

“My girl,” Sebastian said softly. “How is she?” The woman was young, probably about your age.

“She was dead for five minutes before we were able to bring her back. She’s awake and asking for you.” Sebastian’s heart felt the smallest bit better, but so much worse at the same time.

“Can I see her?”

“I’m sorry. She’s in another surgery right now.”

“Can you tell me how she is?” The nurse sighed.

“They’re doing everything they can to keep her comfortable.” No, he thought. No. He knew what that meant. It was never good, ever. It always meant someone was dying. Keeping someone comfortable was like giving a dog a bone before shooting it in the backyard. There was no use. It wouldn’t make anything better.

“If she’s asking for me, can I at least give her something?” The nurse nodded after thinking about it for a second, and Sebastian shed his sweatshirt. You liked to steal it all the time. It was your favorite of his. “And can you tell her I love her? Please?”

“Of course. We’ll update you as soon as we can.” The nurse carried the sweatshirt into the hallway, leaving Sebastian to go sit by Anthony again.

“What’d she say?” Anthony asked.

“They’re keeping her comfortable.” He started crying. He couldn’t help it. He buried his face in his hands and sighed, wiping tears away even though they just kept coming. “She’s dying.”

“She’ll be okay,” Anthony assured him. “Everything will be okay.”

“I can’t lose her.” Sebastian’s chest was burning with the thought of losing you. He felt like he was going to combust because it filled him with so much rage and sadness and he could’ve sworn his heart was actually broken. The universe could suck his dick, he decided, if they were going to do this to you.

“You won’t. And she knows you love her. She’s got your shirt now and they’re gonna tell her. I’ll get you some coffee. It’s gonna be a long night.” Anthony stood up, grabbing his wallet, and went to go get coffee.

They waited for another hour after Anthony got coffee. And then another hour. And then the nurse showed up again. Sebastian’s eyes were bloodshot from crying so much, and his body was shaking from how cold the room was. But he didn’t care. He just wanted to see you.

“She’ll be alright,” the nurse said. A weight lifted off his chest. “She’s stable. You can come see her, if you’d like.” Sebastian listened to the instructions and told Anthony to just go home and get some sleep. Then he ditched his coffee and walked right into the room they said you were in.

“Baby?” He asked. You were awake like they said you were, but you couldn’t sit up. You could barely move. Your hair was pulled up, your makeup was cried off, your eyes were barely open. The sweatshirt he’d given you was in one of your arms, clutched in your fist like it was your lifeline. You turned your head toward him and started crying, unable to move, unable to do anything. Sebastian closed the gap between you and kissed you, hard, and took your hand.

“Hey, baby,” He said softly. His voice cracked. “I thought I was gonna lose you.”

“I just wanted you.”

“I know. They came and told me you wanted me, but they wouldn’t let me so I gave them my sweatshirt,” he explained. A machine beeped loudly as you tried to move, and it must have been your blood pressure because it only got worse as you tried moving. “Don’t try to move, don’t try to move. I don’t know what those machines are. Just rest.”

“I want you.” You were desperate to get to him, on so many drugs that you barely realized where you were. All you knew was he was there. It hurt him to have to say no, but he didn’t want to take the chance of you hurting yourself.

“You have to stay there. But I’m right here. I promise.” You finally listened to him and stopped moving, even though you were uncomfortable. You could feel pain in your ribs, but it was buried underneath all of the pain medication. Eventually he just offered you his arm and you tucked your head into it, holding onto his hand with both of yours. He resisted the urge to say anything to you, not wanting to wake you up. If you’d been just a single second earlier or later, what would have happened? Or what if you’d called him before you left, or you’d gone a different way, or… He had to stop thinking or he was going to go insane.

“Seb?” He heard you call his name and felt your breath on his arm and looked down at you. You played with the ring on his finger that he almost never took off.

“Yeah?”

“I love you.” Your eyes were pleading with him. You just wanted to be loved after everything, and you wanted to hear it. You needed to hear it. It was about time, he thought, because he couldn’t even fathom a day without you. He knew things could change, but from how scared he had been, he knew it wouldn’t come easy. Fuck being scared, though, he thought. You mattered more.

“I love you too,” he muttered. You finally fell asleep again, this time at peace because you knew he loved you just as much as you loved him.

A/N: Oh boy was this one to write 😭 If you want a sprinkle of extra angst, just listen to Broken Glass by Boston Manor while reading. That’s what I did!

#sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan fluff #sebastian stan angst #sebastian stan imagine

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popculturebuffet · 3 years

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House of Mouse: Mickey and the Culture Clash (Commission by WeirdKev27) or “What the Hell, Clarabelle?”

Hello, hello, hello... I wish I could say I was in good spirits but i’m tired, have covid induced chills running down my spine.. and oh yeah there was an armed insurrection i the captial last night that showed just how broken this country was. And while Monster Bash would still be relevant... I couldn’t do it. I admit to being unable to do an episode where the millitant racist nutjob who harms people runs off into the night, and does much worse in later episodes, while the people she harassed are arrested the night after a bunch of millitant, racist, sociopathic, selfish nightmares sieged the captial, killed a woman, raised the fucking maga flag over the buildling and took pictures like they were goddamn heroes. We got a stark reminder, not a wake up call, not an opening a REMINDER of just how badly broken our country is last night, and it wasn’t till this morning I found out just how BAD it was. The deaths, the flag, the fact josh fucking hawley, MY STAT’ES SENATOR and registered piece of shit, raised A FUCKING FIST IN SOLIDARITY, which gives me the crippling fear his stupidity and unabashed racisim and support of a cou could mean riots at best and attempted uprisings at worst and who knows what kind of hate crimes against those of color and those in my own queer community. I am afraid, tired, and I am pissed and I feel we could ALL use something wholesome, warm and far removed from the shit going on. And in my hour of need to figure out something like that to put on the schedule.. Kev brought up a wonderfufl idea. Every month this month till the end of it Kev is going to comission one episode of a show near and dear to both our hearts that has it’s 20th birthday this month. House of Mouse. He was intitally going to request Pete’s One Man Show, which is one of my faviorites, but was ironcially one I already planned to cover next month to celebrate both the show’s anniversary and Pete’s Birthday. But since he was happy to wait till then to comission it, he instead asked for another classic and one with easily my faviorite character on the show: Moritmer Mouse.

One of the best things House of Mouse did was bring back Mortimer Mouse. Introduced in Mickey’s Rival, Mortimer was an ex of minnies who showed up for one short to be a dick to mickey before running off and leaving Minnie at the mercy of a bull he pissed off. He also weirdly kept electrodes and a car battery in his pants. The short itself is.. not great mostly because Minnie dimissies Mickey rightfully being pissed someone is hitting on his girlfriend in front of him, making jokes at his expense, and generally being a pillock as being jealous... which yeah, yeah he is. Most of the time jealousy and supscison of your partner is ugly, gross and damaging to a relationship. You should trust them unless you’ve been given good reason not to, and if your paranoidly jealous about every friend she has she could be attracted to.. get some fucking help. Seriously, I need to, not for this for various other problems, but get some therapy to help with your trust issues or if your just being the kind of dick who naturally assumes men and women or men and men or women and women or men and nonibinary persons, or women and nonbinary peeps and so on and so on cannot be friends if they could possibly be togehter romantically... grow up. I say all of that because those are serious underlying issues and I didn’t want it to seem like for a moment I was supporting them... and because sometimes i’ts OKAY to be jealous, to either just feel a little jealous of someone, or to you know be irate because your girlfriend’s ex is hitting on her in front of you and she’s being entirely receptive to it.

So yeah i’ts really hard to feel bad for minnie’s bull attack or find the ending sweet after Minnie was you know, what ramona said for an entire short. However my point for this rant, besides giving out about the short again because I clearly didn’t enough in my Mickey Birthday Special, is that Mortimer is still pretty great. He’s a frat bro in the 40′s sense sure, but the idea of a local douche hoping to swoop in and woo minnie away, who has an oddly specific sense of humor and a bizzare, memorable and wonderful walk, seriously the short is worth watching for mortimier’s “I got two car batteris in my pants’ walk, is a good one. While he’d naturally show up in comics and what have you Mortimer just sort of vanished. But clearly someone on the House of Mouse staff, and Mousewerks before it, agreed because Morty was made easily one of the best and most recurring characters in the HOM, and often more prominent than Horace or Gus. While he still tried his old “I’m gonna do your common law wife act” a few times he was mostly there to be an annoying douche when the ep needed one and to be taken down a peg by everyone in the house. And that VERY MUCH includes Mickey. That’s also part of why I love this show bringing him back: It gives Mickey someone besides pete to give out too on a regular basis. He’s still his charming self about it but it’s lovelyt os ee Mickey sarcastically roast someone. And I honestly attribute the main factor of his sucess on the show to VA Maurice LaMarche. While his original VA, Sonny Dawson, was fantastic.. it’s Maurice who very clearly made the character his. While others like Jeff Bennet have taken over since i’ts Maurice who gave him his signature “ha-cha-cha” catchphrase, swagger and signiture voice. And no i’ts not lost on me that one of Maurice’s OTHER best roles is another cartoon mouse.. and I now very badly want him to meet Pinky and the Brain. But yeah, Maurice just oozes the smarm that defines mortimer for me, oozes condescinon and assholery and he, is., glorious. He was a faviorite as a kid, he’s a faviorite now, and Disney needs to use him more.. and also have Maurice voice him for wonderufl world of mickey mouse, though Jeff Bennett is not bad at all I just prefer the master at the role.

So obviously, after the nightmare of an evening america had yesterday, an episode not only about how wholesome mickey and minnie are but about Mickey teaming up with Mortimer was EXACTLY what i needed. So pitter patter, this is Mickey and the Culture clash. As always for house of mouse i’ll be chonking it up and since this one starts right with the wraparound, and sicnce you know I spent a godo few pagraphs going over mortimer and he’s only IN the wraparound this episode... let’s start there

Mickey and the Culture Clash: Don’t Go Changin, To Try and Please Me So we open the episode and the review proper with Mickey performing a banjo sernade for Minnie, their song in fact. It’s a really sweet scene.. that’s quickly ruined by Clarabelle being an asshole, who says i’ts a bit crude. Minnie counters that while “It’s not mozart”, it’s nice and she clearly likes it and the gesture. Instead of you know leaving it there like a good friend, like she’s SUPPOSED to be to Minnie in most continuities, Clarabelle.. takes the things she said and her having to run out to wrangle pluto out of context, painting it as her thinking he’s not sophisticated and then running out because of it. Oh and she tops it by pointing to a classified add from a MM looking for sophisticated companionship.

It just paints Clarabelle not as Minnie’s friend or a chatty gossip, but as a heartless bitch who has no trouble implying one of her best friends would cheat on her boyfriend TO HIS FACE, and is fine wrecking a perfectly lovely relationship just to have more to talk about. Seriously she starts gossiping to everybody on top of it just in case you thought Clarabelle was a decent person in any shape this episode. She’s the one thing about this episode that dosen’t work despite being integral to it.. well two but hte other thing is a small, end of episode gag we’ll get to. This.. this is an integral part of the plot. It also relies on Daisy and Donald being absent for the episode for what I can only assume is their annual sex decathalon because otherwise the second she heard about her friend doing this, before reassuring Minnie, Donald would be holdiing her while Daisy beat the absolute shit out of her for hurting thier closest friend and not bothering to take a look into anything when leveling such a rough accusation at Minnie. In a really stellar, really well paced episode, Clarabelle being so heartless stands out. It’s also, might as well get this out of the way, teh final episode not inlcuding the two holiday specials.. and it’s a good note to go out on otherwise, I just can’t ignore the obnoxious cow in the room.. in both senses of the word.

So yeah Mickey’s trying to be fancy, and Mortimer gets a good dig in about him reading “You having trouble sounding out the words”, but once he hears what’s going on, or rather once he realizes mickey things Mortimer’s personal add is in fact his girlfriend cheating on him, he decides to help Mickey. And to his credit for this con.. Mortimer actually thought things out on how to trick his rival, and his plan here is douchey as hell but incredibly genius: he offers to help mickey and while that’d normally be suspcious he offers a genuine, and very mortimer explination for helping him become a bit more sophisticated to win minnie back: if Minnie finds a handsome, sophisticated guy to date, what chance does MORTIMER have against that? At least with Mickey, in his deluded egocentric view of things anyway, he has a shot at beating him.

So Mickey classes it up a bit, taking some sopshitcated stances when announcing and trying to woo minnie by talking in ye olde english. When that fails, she just finds it silly but charming, Mickey finds Jose.. hitting on her.

Just.. I expect better from you man. Woo ladies all you like as long as your respectful but I expect better than to hit on someone else’s girlfriend.. which granted he has but given the last time we saw him do that, he nearly got stabbed a bunch and the last time he agressively hit on a woman he got punched in the beak as he should, you’d THINK he’d of learned something. Seriously once again Donald is only missing because this time Daisy would be holding Jose down while Donald hit him. Or possibly they’d take turns. Point is Jose REALLY shoudln’t be doing this and knows better.. marginally. But.. it is in character enough so ti’s not as bad as Clarabelle the homewrecker.

So Mickey tries being fancy and goes on to do poetry instead of letting O’Malley and the Alley Cats play.. which is a nice running gag the series does as they NEVER get to play.. which while funny is a shame since I love the Aristocats. So then we finally get what Mortimer’s been playing at, he swoops in, claims MICKEY dosen’t need HER, and uses the same personal add to trick her. See, while what Mortimer’s doing is vile.. unlike clarabelle I can repsect it at least. I don’t condone it and i’m glad he gets foiled.. but as a bad guy plan it’s pretty clever and for someone like Mortimer whose usually pretty incompitent.. it’s pretty suprising he could pull this off. It’s still pretty damn low and scummy, no question, but props to being able to outwit and nearly outplay two people who deal with your crap on a regular basis and still convincingly conning both. Thankfully while he tries to take Minnie out Mickey, in a great visual gag, puts two and two together, and busts out their song, with Mickey and Minnie heartwearmingly reuniting on stage as seen above. Then we get that gag I mentioned not liking: Mickey gets Morty back by planting a false marriage proposal from Moritmer to Clarabelle, again under MM and he gets carried off.. HAHA HE’S BEING FORCED INTO A MARRIAGE HE DOSEN’T. LAUGH. LAUGH AT IT. The gag just really hasn’t aged well, as otherwise it’s clever Mickey used Mortimer’s own trick against both him and the person who caused all of this but really.. Clarabelle gets no real compuance. At worse sshe finds out she was tricked.. but she again you know tried to break up her close friends relationship for shits and giggles. But .. it’s at the very end of the episode and very easy to ignore, so it dosen’t really bother me too bad, and compared to some gags of the type i’ve seen, it could be MUCH worse. Overall this wraparound is one of the series best and a good one to go out on. it has a simple premise, a brilliant antagonist plot, some great bits from all involved, and even a great Belle and Beast cameo. All in all a really good wraparound only hampered by a sexist and dated ending and Clarabelle being portrayed as ...

She’s the worst, in the world. Okay onto the shorts.

Mickey’s Piano Lesson: That was a Fun One

It really was. It’s a simple premise: Minnie wants MIckey to do a piano recital and he decides “I don’t need practice i’m mickey mouse. “ And it’s REALLY nice to have a short that has, rather than aw shucks mickey, shenanigans mickey. While thanks to the new shorts we’ve had tons, it’s still nice to get one in the House of Mouse era, and it’s just fun to see Mickey take the usual donald roll of letting his overconfidence punch him in the face> It fits both though: Both are everyman and while I lean towards the duck, to no one’s shock, Mickey is just as capable, and his lack of practice comes off less like the angry and hostile way donald would dismiss it and mroe just loveable procastination. And as someone who REALLY struggles with procastination I related to this short, as Mickey does everything else he’d rather do from bathing the dog to skydiving till Minnie, in a great bit informs him everyone from the president, to several dignitaries from other countries, to a televised audience will see. We then get two really great and really beatuifully animated bits as MIckey wrestles with the notes on thep age then fights with his piano as he performs, still pulling it off but destroying the thing and rightfully earning a glare form his girlfriend. Just a fun, slapstick short with a great premise.

Dance of the Goofys: Scary Children Set to classical music, this one has a bunch of goofys as Fairy’s, who are making the flowers go and the one who sleeps in ends up saving the king from a horrifing looking little brat. He reminds me of Montanna Max a bit.. speaking of which Creer Summer recnetly announced Elmyra won’t be in the reboot. And while this does make me fear actually good characters like Fifi, Montana Max, and more will be cut like the animanics reboot and I do feel for Cree not getting to be involved and hope they find another roll for her as, given her status in the industry she deserves better.. THANK FUCKING GOD. I’ll go into this in another review I have planned for the future but unlike the cuts made to animaniacs this was a REALLY good decision i’m really greatful for. Thank you crew thank you.

Back on topic, it’s just a fun, really beautifully animated short about the goofies and hteir shenanigans with a really great high concept.

Maestro Minnie: Brahm’s Lullabye: Simply Irresitable Another simple but clever and lovely to watch one, and one I like quite a bit more. Minnie is conducting some living violins to Brahm’s Lullabye to get a baby Violin to sleep, and we get some really beautiful shots of her as she does so.. only to get comically interuppted by other insteruments turning up the noise. Not much to say on this one as it’s short and simple.. but sometimes short and simple is just what you need and the fun premise nad really beautiful especially for tv animation at the time visuals really sell this one. ONce again, good stuff.

Overall: This was a REALLY good note to go out on. While as I said the Clarabelle stuff can eat my entire ass, everything else is really damn good and I highly recommend checking this one out. Next time, in about a month, we’ll be looking at Pete’s spotlight episode for his birfday. While you wait tommorow we have my first look at legend of the three cabs. But for now, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.

#house of mouse #mickey mouse #minnie mouse #mortimer mouse #clarabelle cow #donald duck #daisy duck #goofy goof #mouseworks #maurice lamarche #mickey's culture clash

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whatthe-tuckb · 3 years

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The Tornado Trio | Discord Para

with: @carofms, @beckhcm when/where: the night of the tornado/ Tucker’s Truck

tucker

tucker turned the key to start his truck, the engine coming to life and luckily so did his heat and winsheild wipers. The rain that soaked his clothes made him shiver, or maybe it was the fact that the adrenaline from moments before with caroline were still racing through his mind causing his whole body to tremble. Reaching forward he turned on the heat, "You okay?" he asked looking over at her, a small smile finding his lips. "I haven't heard from Beck.." Tucker said pulling out onto the road which now had more than an inch of water. "I'm worried he usually hits me back quick..." he chewed his lip as he drove turning up the wipers another speed. "You up for a rescue mission?" he turned to her, a twinge of a smirk peaked the corner of his mouth. She was his adventure partner. "I'm going to drive down some streets check some places he could be. I hope he's already at Blue's party but part of me feels like he's off being the main character somehwere knowing him."

caroline

getting into the car was the first time caroline noticed she was freezing. the south carolina heat didn't have much of a match on the cold rain that soaked her clothes, and she mirrored his shiver in the car. a smile was tugging at her lips but for some reason she couldn't make eye contact with tucker right now. "i'm good," she responded, lifting her hands to the heat. finally she lifted her eyes to look over at him, concern growing on her face at the mention of beck. "you know me. of course i'm up for it. let's go find the idiot." she responds jokingly, shifting her gaze to the front window and throwing her feet up on the dash. she stifles a laugh at his comment. "i wouldn't be surprised in the slightest. he's probably -- wait, stop the car, i think i see him!" she shouts, pointing at a figure that resembled their friend.

𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐤

beck is walking back and forth on the curb as he watches a tow truck take away christian's car. he's going to kill him, plain and simple. he's going to kick him out of the apartment and then kill him on the streets for wrecking his 'baby'. and then there's the mess with leo.... beck shakes his head trying to put all of that on the back burner. if he's ever going to deal with that it will be with a help of a licensed professional. out of the corner of his eye, he catches a glimpse of tucker's truck. he hears caroline's voice and feels a weight lifted off his shoulders, at least he won't be walking home alone in the middle of a tornado- that's one win out of a million loses. he runs up to the truck too afraid to look back at the mess he made. beck gets in without saying as much as hello, wrapping his arms around his body making himself small. there's a deep breath, followed by small wines, and before he realizes it he's crying.

tucker

looking over at care he nods, knowing the heat is good for her he feels his own body start to warm contradicting the coolness of his clothing causing goosebumps on his skin. at her comment tucker chuckles and nods, indeed let's go find this fool he called a a best friend. scanning the streets he was looking off at something when his attention was called to wherever caroline had spotted someone who was either beck or resembled him. Tucker didn't think it would be this soon but to his dismay the familar figure of his friend came out of the shadows. "Well I'll be damned.." he said shaking his head with the lightest chuckle. Stopping the truck instantly he slowed down to a stop, reaching back and unlocking the door. Before he even said anything and busted his ass about how he almost sent the natonal guard to come find him he looked at beck, then over at caroline- locking eyes with her before turning them back to Beck. "Hey man. You okay? What happened out there? I figured you were off being a main character or some shit and having your moment in the rain but what- what's going on.." he asked not sure if he wanted to talk all that much.

caroline

caroline noticed the tow truck before realizing it was beck's car on the back of it -- and it looked bad. as soon as she felt the car door open, her head twisted to look at the blonde, sitting in the back seat, sulking -- as anyone would. but shock washed over her when she heard cries coming from him. she never thought she'd ever see that from him. her eyes met tuckers before watching him comfort his best friend. "was that your car on the tow truck?" she asked for clarification once tucker finished speaking.

𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐤

the back of the car echoes with his cries, each one getting louder than the last. he doesn't know where all of these feelings are coming from. he is fine. "no!" he screams between sobs, rubbing at his eyes so hard he can see stars "itschristianscarandhesgonnakillme" he wails so fast he doubts either of his friends can understand what he's saying. it's getting harder for him to keep a steady breath as a year's worth of built-up emotions pour out of him, "andialmostkilledadogandifeellikeafuckingidiot" frustrated with everything he throws himself across the backseat, burying his face in the seats crying everything out just to get the theatrics over with.

tucker

tucker just sits and listens, the calming tapping of rain against the tin roof of his truck pitter patter in the silence that fills the void inbetween beck's sobs. he somewhat made out what he was saying, beck's words jumbling together in a run on sentence. Tucker sucked in his bottom lip in thought before knowing what to do, taking the truck he moved off the side of the road into an empty parking lot nearby. Putting the car in park he climbed into the back with Beck, stepping between the seats and plopping down next to him. Looking up at Care he nodded for her to come join them. Not saying anything Tucker wrapped his arms around his friend and just held him, not saying a word but squeezing. "You're not an idiot man and a car is a car. It can be replaced you know what can't? You." he said confidently. "And I'll fuck up anyone who makes you think differently." he said his language bold- piercing- but true. "You're a brother to me. I mean that." he leaned his head against beck, wrapping his arms around him and meeting caroline's on the other side. "Who do I need to beat up? Tell me?" he tried to lighten the mood.

caroline

as soon as she got the signal to join the pair, caroline followed suit and climbed to the back, taking a seat on the other side of beck. upon instinct, her hand went to his back, resting it there for added comfort. sure, they annoyed the living shit out of each other — but she didn’t like seeing him like this. the girl allowed tucker to give him the pep talk; who was she to interrupt a couple of best friends having a moment? she gave a soft smile when his arms wrapped around the both of them, joining them willingly in the group hug. “and i may not be a good physical fighter, so i’ll leave that one to tuck, but i’m willing to bully someone if they try to fuck with you.”

𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐤

he supposes all of this affection is supposed to make him feel better however it only makes him cry harder. mostly because he knows tucker is a man of his word. he said he would go to war for him and meant it, but how is he supposed to tell him that the person he needs to beat up is beck himself. because once again he dug his own grave and is now bearing the consequences. he looks up at caroline, brow raised in confusion. she cared about him. that was definitely new but not unpleasant. he sits up slightly, his weight still resting on the other blonde before he looks up at tucker. "i can't fucking stop" he cries, "knock me out. sedate me. do something!"

(beck in a gif rn : here)

tucker

tucker still has beck wrapped in his arms, feeling caroline's arms joining him he was glad that she climbed back to support beck in his time of need. Reaching his hand over to her free hand he found her hand and squeezed it almost as if to say ' thank you for doing this for him for me' and in another way to say I didn't forget about what happened between us only minutes before and that if she was in her head this would get her out of it. Despite all the crazy that was going on with him it was good to be the reason to calm someone else. He'd do anything for Beck and he knew that he knew that. A foster kid, an orphan he had nobody even close to a brother who felt the way Beck did to him or meant that much. He was family. Swallowing he nodded listening to Beck speak, "I hate to do this Beck- forgive me." he grimaced and raised his hand to slap his cheek. "Snap out of it man. You'd want me to do this if you were in a better mindset so don't come for me." he clarified grasping Beck by the shoulders. "Pull yourself together man. Remember who you are. You're not this guy. You're gonna figure it out and fuck Care and I will come after those who don't agree. So tell me. What. Do .You. Need." he blew on his face like you blow on a baby who is crying so hard they need to catch their breath. A cheeky smile crept onto his mouth. "You need too feel but you also need to breath. What happened? How bad is the damage? What do I need to do? Help you hide a body just tell me."

( see attached image for reference of how tucker/care were looking at eachother in this moment : here )

caroline

her mind was still racing from what happened earlier with her and tucker -- so many thoughts about what this meant and if he was thinking about it, too. but the look he gave her put her mind slightly at ease and allowed her to compartmentalize that until she knew beck was feeling more at ease. watching them together made her smile -- it reminded her of her friendship with blue. just as their sweet buddy moment was at it's peak, caroline's eyes widened and she backed away just as tucker's hand met beck's face. sitting in shock, she couldn't help but crack a smile. "remember, beck, as much as i hate my parents... they do have the funds to help you out. i'm sure i can pull a few strings and cover some of the cost of the damage."August 21, 2021

𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐤

people who knew how to deal with shit in a healthy way, this would be the part where they hugged and talked about their feelings. instead, beck raises his hand and returns the slap, striking tucker across the face "ouch!" he complains rubbing at his face, " but thank you." he says sounding more like himself. if there was any dignity left in him he would feel embarrassed about the show he just put on but right now all he feels is exhausted. he rubs his nose with the sleeve of his sweatshirt and turns to caroline, "no need to call the big dogs. i'll work it out myself" a pause, "i always do." beck appreciates his friends, honest, if they hadn't found him on the street he probably would've jumped into the ocean and let the tide take him away. however, their proximity is starting to suffocate him, he shifts uncomfortably in his seat and looks down at his hands, "i don't need you to hide a body. i need you to get me a drink."August 23, 2021

tucker

he didn't know what hit him. quite literally and metaphorically. when beck raised his hand tucker's face felt a sting then heat before his eyed widened and he looked at caroline then back at beck. taking a deep breath he held his cheek then started to laugh softly. "Okay." he nodded a smirk of all things finding his lips. "feel better?" he asked at this point fully laughing and rubbing his cheek. "damn bro I didn't know you got that much power behind you." he smiled. Tucker took a breath and grabbed his friends shoulders. "Listen dude. You don't need to. That's what we're saying here. I know you're capable of doing this shit on your own but sometimes people- believe it or not- want to be there for their friends and help take a load off. So you don't have to go all lone ranger on this one okay? Just think about it alright?" he asked, giving his shoulder a loving tap before crawling back into the drivers seat. "Now that...I can do, and quite frankly need after this." he looked over towards Caroline. "Co-pilot?" he nodded his head towards the seat as if to gesture her to come up. Turning over the ignition he started out of the empty lot "Alright Beck, you're on aux but don't make me regret it." The rain had somewhat calmed down enough that the road to blue's was manageable and luckily the party had not gone too long without them.

#hello friends this is what happened during the tornado for beck caroline and tucker via our discord group so enjoy grab some popcorn if u #want #ok leaving this here and yeeting #&(beck)#&(caroline)#better late than never ok

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stardancerluv · 3 years

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Brother’s Keeper

Part One

Summary: BBQ before Brendan & Reader’s brother go and rob a bank with a huge payout!

Note: This will be a rewrite of my original story with Brendan...only much better🤣😂 and more development and new scenes! Last time I limited myself with the idea of it being a mini fanfic run! Also reader is still young and Brendan/her brother are still years older.

You twirled in front of your mirror. “Y/N, can you come down here to help me carry the food out?”

“Be right down mom!” You called down.

You were all a flutter. Tomorrow your brother and his best friend would be off, for how long you did not know. They were about to pull off the heist to end all heists. They were so cool. You knew you shouldn’t think that. But you were proud of your brother and his friend, they had never been caught. They were unstoppable.

Besides, being super cool in your eye your brother’s friend was the object of your crush. It was a serious crush, its been going on at least year now. He was so different then anyone you had ever met. He was funny, really cute and just edgy.

Despite being a nervous wreck over what her son, was about go and do your mom insisted they have a bbq as a family.

You had been laboring over what to wear. You wanted to look cute but also pretty. So five outfits later, you finally settled something.

Running your fingers through your hair one final time and with a spritz of perfume, you headed downstairs.

Hopping downstairs, you peaked out the window. Brendan and your brother were not back yet.

Leaning, against counter there was so much. You don’t even know when your mom could have gotten it all. “What do you want to do?” You asked your mom once she came up from the basement carrying some beers for boys.

“There is a plate of meat in the fridge, can you bring it out and light the bbq?”

“Sure!”

You had to resist the urge to hop outside. Placing the meat down, you couldn’t find. the matches anywhere. So you knelt down looking for them.

“I certainly hope they are not there.”

You jumped as Brendan’s deep voice cut through the silence of the back yard. A chuckle soon came from him.

You shook your head smiling. “Hi Brendan.” Looking him over, from his soft t-shirt, jeans and boots, your heart did a cartwheel. He looked amazing. “Mom, wanted me to light this so you can work your magic but I can’t find the matches.”

Brendan, reached in to his back-pocket. “I have some. Lift the grill for me kid.”

You put a hand on your hip and raised an eyebrow. “Kid?”

He chuckled and smirked. “Ok um girl?”

It was almost hard for you to breath, but you managed to smile. “Yes! I liked that better.”

He brushed against you as he lit the coals. “Perfect.” He looked over and smiled. He snuffed out the match and put it down on the small table. He pushed his sunglasses on top of his head. “Do you want to eat first?”

You shrugged. “Make Michael’s first. If you don’t we’ll never hear the end of it.”

He grimaced. “Good point. Hey can you do me a favor ?”

You rocked on your heals. “Anything, BLT?”

When you were younger you had not been able to always remember his name since him and your brother were always doing heists of all kinds so for short, you would call him BLT.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Can you grab me a beer?”

“Certainly.”

With a swish, you made your way back to the kitchen. Your mom was immersing them into a tub of ice when you grabbed one.

“Y/N?”

You rolled eyes. “Mom, I know only on Christmas and New Years.” You held up the bottle. “This is for Brendan.”

She nodded. “Grab him a glass.”

“Mom, you know he only has it in the glass when we eat in the dining room.”

You tilted her head from side to side. “Good point. Alright go take it to him.”

As you walked up behind Brendan, what would you give to come up and wrap an arm around his waist. You couldn’t, you tapped him on the shoulder.

He turned smiling.

“Here you go!” You said brightly and held up the bottle. He took it twisted the cap off and took a swig.

You made a face.

He held the beer at his side. “What?”

“They always smell, I don’t know how you drink them.”

His lips twitched upward. “Have you ever had one?”

You shook your head. “Nope.”

He took a step towards you. “Don’t judge till you have a sip and then tell me?”

You looked around. “I couldn’t.”

He held up the bottle. “It will be between us. Michael and your mom doesn’t need to know.”

You looked around again with butterflies flapping around in your stomach. “Ok.”

Your fingers brushed his when you grabbed it. A flutter went through you, knowing your lips were about to touch where his just had been. You took your sip. It was bubbly and tickled your nose.

You swallowed and handed him back the bottle, his fingers now brushed yours as he took the bottle back.

“So what do you think?”

You watched as he took a sip.

“Well?” You had been so taken with watching him, you forgot to answer.

“Oh right?” You giggled. “Its not terrible.”

He threw his head back and chuckled. “Great, thanks girl.”

You shifted where you stood. “I’m sure I’d like more if I had more but its decent.”

He nodded. “Alright. I can understand that.”

*******

The rest of the night had been carefree and fun. The food had been great, no real surprise there. It also had been lots of fun to play horseshoes with Michael and Brendon.

As you laid in bed trying to sleep you couldn‘t. You still had butterflies when he snuck you a sip of his beer tonight or how he had stood close to show you how to properly throw horseshoe. With a smile on your face, you finally did fall asleep. You had made sure to set your alarm so you could say goodbye to them before they left.

******

A nightmare that twisted at your heart and stomach made you wake up hours later. What exactly happened in it, you did not know but it made you worried for Brendan and your brother.

******

“Michael, Brendan wait!!” You called after them. You had overslept. The nightmare had kept you up. But then when you fell asleep, you had slept right through it

They turned and watched as you came running out the front door. You managed to throw something decent on, while running over to them you still felt ill with worry over the nightmare.

“Baby sister we thought we’d just let you sleep since you didn’t wake up for breakfast.” Michael said after you practically knocked him over after crashing into him for a hug.

“Oh! You shouldn’t have. I wanted to say goodbye. I over slept.”

“Well, its ok! You see us now.” He smiled at you and then Brendan.

He was always such a good brother. He knew all your secrets, well as many as fifteen year old could have. You had even the one about Brendan. One night after feeling like you would burst if you didn’t talk about it, you had told all about how much you had liked Brendan.

He had a good laugh about it, especially when he surprised you with the news over how much of a ladies man Brendan already was. Apparently, a lot of girls liked him. So that kind of broke your heart but the next day when wrapped red bandana around your throat, you forgave him being a ladies man and fell even harder for him. And you thought, he was even cooler.

This morning you had really hoped to enjoy breakfast with them. But it was too late for that. They had to go. They were about to embark on the heist to end all heists. They had to go and get ready.

Afterward, they’d have to lay low for awhile. You would miss the two of them so much.. It was always hard when you wouldn’t see your brother as he’d laid low but every time he came home, you always made sure to give him a warm welcome home. Usually, you would be helping mom plan the welcome home party.

Brendan and Michael had done this quite a few times. Each time they never got nicked. They had done this quite a few times before. You believed in them, you knew were the best. You were proud of them.

Closing your eyes, you hugged your brother tight. “Baby sister, we have to get going.” He chuckled, then gave you a squeeze.

Pulling back you nodded and tucked some hair behind your ear. You looked over at Brendan and tried not to blush, giving him a winning smile.

He winked at you. It made your heart burst. “Don’t I get a hug goodbye too?”

“Of course!” You giggled and hugged him too. It was like hugging a mountain. He was so much bigger then you, and was so well toned from working out. It made you want to melt but you could not. He couldn’t know how much you had a crush on him.

Finally, the two of you pulled back. He smiled and put a rough arm around Michael’s shoulders “Don’t you worry girl, I’ll keep an eye on him.”

Your eyes prickled with tears but you swallowed them down. “Ok! Be amazing you two.” You pretended to shoo them away “And I’ll see you soon!”

“Exactly!” Michael affirmed.

Brendan nodded, as he popped open the trunk. You watched as they threw their duffle bags in.

Brendan then slid behind the wheel, he put on his shades, and gunned the engine. He looked over at you and pointed. “Be good.” He called over the roar of the car.

You nodded and waved. Your brother chuckled beside him in the car. As Brendan revved the engine a final time, Michael hung out his window, his own shades on., “Bye baby sister!” Then in a cloud of dust and dirt they tore out of there.

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