#like him ordering a burger and the server's like ''do you want fries with that?'' and Steve's like ''i am in love with my best friend''

[transvampireboyfriend]

i love the thought of Steve being so surprised by his feelings for Eddie that he can't stop himself from rambling as soon as the penny drops. he's sitting in Robin's bed, waiting for her to finish getting ready and she asks him something innocuous and Steve's just like

"im in love with Eddie. i am head over heels in love with Eddie Munson. holy shit. and i cant believe i hadn't figured it out, we have so much fun together! and he's so nice to me, ALL the time, sometimes i feel likes he's the only one that gets me, no offense. he's so pretty. and he's so funny! and weird. and so cool! ohmygod how did i not see this? of course! i want to be around him all the- sorry, what was the question?"

and Robin's like "... have you seen my keys?"

#steddie #steddie headcanon #steveddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #i also love the idea of Robin being SO tired of them from the get go #just like in the big boy scene she's like EW #really tho i feel both robin and eddie would get steve in different ways at different times but they would both always be there for him <3 #stranger things #i will be thinking of many variations of this all day #like him ordering a burger and the server's like ''do you want fries with that?'' and Steve's like ''i am in love with my best friend'' #checking out a book the librarians like ''oh this one's good have you read this author before?'' ''im in love with Eddie!'' #''do you want a bag for your purchase?'' ''i love Eddie!'' #. #-

[whiskeyswriting]

How The Trio Met: Spicy, Lucky, and Cinco

A/N: I do not own any of the photos. Photos used have been from Pinterest or Tumblr or Instagram.

WC: 2.3k

It had been a hell of a month for her. Lieutenant commander Alana “Cinco” Metcalf had her work cut out for her. Not only was she Commander Mike “Viper” Metcalf’s grand-daughter, she was also Vice Admiral’s Simpson second in command. 

She knew she needed a drink before Monday ended so she took her files to work from home. She decided to stop at the Hard Deck to check out why it was so popular amongst the aviators at the base.

Her phone chimed with a text from her current situationship, Jake. She hadn’t replied to his texts or calls from the day before. 

She sits at an empty booth and checks the menu to order something for lunch.

“Hi. Welcome to The Hard Deck? What can I start you off with?” The server asks. 

“Let me have a Cherry cola and fries… Is the burger good here?”

The server nods. “Yes! Our cook makes the patties every morning and does the seasoning herself.”

Alana smiles at that. “Okay. I’ll have one. Medium rare… No onions or pickles please.”

“I’ll be right back with your drink and fries while we get the burger done.”

Alana looks at her phone again at the messages from Jake from the day before.

She knows she shouldn’t ghost him, given that they both are stationed at the same base. Alana does what she can only think to do at the moment. She sends him a voice note. 

“Hey. Sorry I didn’t respond. Phone ran out of battery and I got home very late. I know we’re supposed to be friends but right now I can’t tell you everything. I’m going through some things now and I just need some time to myself to get my life in order. I’ll still see you around the base.”

She sets her phone in her bag and observes the bar, as well as the patrons. 

Some minutes later her food is brought out. Alana hears the door opening and knows her so-called best friend Isabella has arrived.

“Are you sure you should be having that burger and fries? Didn’t you just start a diet?” Her condescending tone is all that can be heard. She snaps her fingers for the server. 

“Yeah I’ll have sparkling water and a salad… No dressing.”

Alana mouths sorry to the server and looks apologetically at her. “Iz… Just cut the attitude with the server. Her name is Lacy. And you don’t snap your fingers to get her attention.”

Isabella rolls her eyes at Alana. “Anyways I was here last night and met this hot Navy pilot but he said he had a girl already and didn’t want to leave with me. He must be lying cuz I didn’t see him with anyone all night.”

“Maybe he does have someone…?” Alana says with a shrug.

“Even if he did, he was still so hot I’d still do him. Maybe you can find out who his girl is… He’s at the base. Find his file and record. Jake… something.”

Alana’s hand freezes over her fries. “Oh! What’s he look like?” 

“Tall! Gorgeous! Blonde with green fuck me eyes.”

Alana laughs. “Is that all? Then I’m sure he does have a girl.” She knew she had no claim to him. They both agreed that their thing would be casual hookups. No dates. No drinks. If the other found someone, they’d stop.

“Well yeah… You wouldn’t know about guys like that since you’re… you know… you’re…” Isabella gestures with her hands and arms to Alana’s slightly wider frame. 

Alana feels her cheeks and neck heat up. Not in embarrassment as other times, but in anger. Before she can give Isabella a piece of her mind, the server has returned with the bill. The grimace on her face told Alana she heard the comment. “Thanks,” Alana says and takes the bill. 

She grabs her purse and takes the bill. She heads to the bar to pay. As she’s looking for her wallet, Alana’s phone falls onto the counter and she doesn’t notice. Once she’s done paying, she leaves for home and gets to work all afternoon and long into the evening.

Isabella on the other hand decided to stay at the bar when she saw that it was nearing the time the aviators and other servicemen would get to the bar. 

Grace was on her break when she notices the phone on the counter and asks around if it was anyone’s. She sets it by the register in case the rightful owner returns. As she was setting it down, it chimes at the arrival of new text messages.

Jake: Guess you’re hiding 🫣 from me today too. I passed by your office to apologize in person.

Jake: Cyclone said you went home. I guess we’ll talk when you want. I’ll stop bothering you.

Jake: Okay. One last one. I’ll be at THD later if you want to join. Need someone to keep the women at bay. 

Grace does her best to respect the privacy of the owner but she can’t help and snicker when she reads Jake’s name. She sees three of her favorite customers walk in. 

Mickey, Bailey, and Reuben approach her. “Hey Grace!” The guys make their way to their usual spot while Grace pulls Bailey aside. 

“Hey… Do you know if Jake is seeing anyone?” Grace asks.

“Spicy! Is Chicken not satisfying you?” Lucky asks teasingly.

“You very well know that he is… No… I found a phone here at the bar and Jake kept texting the owner… Look,” Grace shows Bailey the text messages notifications. 

“Ooh! Bagman has feelings!?” 

“What are you talking about Lucky Charm?” comes a voice behind them. The voice of one said Jake Seresin.

“Oh nothing. Just about who’s last in the students list of favorite daggers,” Lucky teases.

Jake rolls his eyes at her then he groans when he hears a shrilling voice calling for him from across the room. 

“Please say I died. Say I’m married. Anything. This woman from yesterday wouldn’t leave me alone. I told her I had a girl but she still tried to get me to take her home…. I just want a drink.”

The girls turn to notice the woman coming. Grace notices the sway she’s walking with. It’s not a sway of attempted seduction. It’s a sway of inebriation. “Jaaaake!”

Baylie sighs and wraps an arm around Jake’s center. “You’ll owe me for this Bagman.” She leans her head against his chest.

Isabella stumbles into Grace, who had stood to get back to work. “Move bitch,” Isabella says.

Grace senses Lucky and Jake tense up behind her, but she shakes her head at them. She goes to ring the bell. Cheers erupt all over the bar.

Jake smiles and pats her shoulder as he and Lucky walk past her. “Thanks for the drinks!” 

Isabella is trying to focus on all that is going on. “What? What drinks? You’re buying me some?”

“No love… You’re buying for everyone,” Grace more than gladly informs her. “You disrespected a woman so you have to buy a round for everyone.” 

“That’s bullshit! I never agreed to that!” Isabella starts shouting.

“The signs are posted throughout the bar… If you don’t accept the rules you can pay and leave. Nobody wants your desperation here to ruin their night. And if a man tells you he’s got a girl… He doesn’t want you… Get it through your fake tan and fake red hair,” Grace says before running Isabella’s credit card.

Lucky is just staring in awe at her best friend. “I’ll marry you if Chicken doesn’t bang you tonight! That was so hot, girl! No wonder they call you Spicy.”

Jake just chuckles at the two of them. He couldn't help but feel like there was someone missing but he couldn’t really place where this feeling came from. He shakes his head to clear the thought from his mind. 

He’s about to make his way to the jukebox when the phone at the register catches his attention. “Hey Grace. You got a new phone?”

“No. Someone must have left it and didn’t notice.”

“I’ll take it. That’s my friend’s Lana. I’m supposed to meet her tomorrow.”

Lucky quickly grabs the phone. “Nope. How can we know you’re not going to steal it? Prove it’s your friend's phone.”

Jake sighs. “It’s a green wallpaper… The time is set to military time, even though she prefers to still use AM/PM… There’s a small chip on the screen protector, which is a privacy screen protector. And there’s this…” Jake calls the phone. 

Chase Rice’s “Ride” plays as the ringtone along with a picture of Jake in a blue suit with a bolo tie. 

The look of shock and intrigue that crossed the faces of Grace and Baylie goes unspoken for the moment. “Still… That proves nothing!” Baylie says. 

“Hit call back…” Jake says exasperated.

His phone immediately lights up to a picture of a raven haired curvy woman and the ringtone blasting “Body Like a Back Road.”

“Oh my god! Jake is in love!” Baylie exclaims loudly.

“Keep your voice down. And no I’m not. We’re just friends… that occasionally… we… we work out together at times,” he says.

The girls decide to put a pause on teasing Jake, as Grace gets busy at the bar. 

It’s nearing 11pm when a new patron walks in. Their outfit, however, was not one for the bar.

Grace notices the young woman in her pajamas and curls in a messy bun talking frantically to Penny.

“Penny I can help…” Grace says once she recognizes the completely dressed down woman.

“Hi… I was here during lunch and I was wondering if I might have left my phone here… I can’t find it…” 

“Calm down sweetheart. Let’s get you a glass of water first. I’m sure we can find your phone,” she says as she leads her to the bar. Discreetly, she gestures to Baylie to come along. 

Baylie quickly joins them and grins when she notices who Grace was walking with. 

Grace brings a glass of water and asks. “You said you left your phone? Can you describe it? I’m Grace by the way.”

“I’m Alana… It’s a blue phone with a clear case and the design is of a highland cow and a flower crown. Wallpaper is a green sunset,” Alana says. 

Grace nods and hands her the phone. “We were keeping it safe.”

“Oh my god thank you! I can’t believe I lost my phone and it took me until now to get it.”

“Cute outfit… Looking for a cuddle buddy?” Baylie asks teasingly. “I’m Baylie.”

Alana looks at her perplexed for a moment before realizing she’s teasing. “Only if you buy me a drink first.”

Baylie cracks up. “I like you!” 

Grace is also laughing. “I think Garcia would have to fight her for you.”

“He’ll lose,” Baylie replies. 

“I would love to stay and chat but I have an early morning and long day tomorrow and it’s already past my bedtime,” Alana says. She leaves a $20 on the tip jar as a thank you for keeping her phone safe. 

“Come back again. We’d love to buy you a drink or two. You seem fun and in need of a relaxing time.” 

“Yeah... Maybe we can set you up with one of out aviator friends,” Baylie says with a wink.

Alana chuckles nervously. “Yeah. No. Naval aviators are… Well, they only want one thing.”

“Well, I hope to see you on base some time. My call sign is Lucky. Yours?”

“Cinco… But you can call me Cin.”

“Cinco? As in five?” Grace asks.

Alana nods. “Yup. I’m 5 feet tall and my mother was hispanic. So it’s a two-fold call sign.” 

“Was?”

“Yeah. My parents passed away when I was young. My grandparents raised me.”

“Oh babe…” Grace says and gives her hand a squeeze.

“It’s okay now. Sometimes-” Alana shakes her head. “I’m sure you don’t want to hear about my life when you’re working. I should go.”

They say it takes a lost soul to recognize another lost soul. Grace and Baylie had once been lost souls so they recognized Alana as a lost one.

“How about this? We can have a girls night in. I’m not working but we can come hang out here. Get some food and drinks and sit by the water,” Grace says.

“I’ll make sure none of our aviator friends bother us tomorrow and if you want I can join you for lunch tomorrow,” Baylie tells Alana.

Alana can only nod. The sincerity in their voices rang louder than any other sound in the bar. “I’d like that very much. I’ll see you girls tomorrow.”

Grace and Baylie envelope her in a hug before she leaves. They then head over to their group.

Mickey is the first to notice the glint of mischief in Baylie’s eyes. Before he can ask her what she’s up to, he sees her turning to Grace as they sit next to Jake.

“So Grace, are you ready for our girls night with Cin tomorrow?”

“Absolutely! Can’t wait to hang our with her and make her part of our group. She's so sweet.”

“And hot! Those pajamas were working for her! Imagine her looking all dolled up.”

Jake tries to make it look like he’s not listening in, but he’s fully paying attention to their conversation.

“You know… Maybe tomorrow we can find out if she’s single or seeing someone… Maybe we can set her up with someone.”

At that, Jake stands immediately and goes to close his tabs before he tells the group he’s calling it a night. “Have an early workout session scheduled for tomorrow.”

“Yeah make sure that body is built like a back road so you can ride…”

Baylie cracks up and the look of surprise and shock on Jake’s face that it was Grace who called him out. He expects it from Baylie, but not sweet Grace.

He shakes his head at them and leaves.

The girls laugh and Mickey just laughs with them. Oh they were so going to have so much fun teasing Jake.

Now to await the next day so they can fully welcome Alana into their friendship.

Discord 🏷 List: @callsign-dragonbaron @cycbaby @callsignscupcake @mtnofgrace @bayisdying @askmarinaandothers @mischief-siriusly-managed @breadsquash @callsignthirsty @cosmicshrine

#mrsjaderogerswrites #the chaos sqaud #the chaos squad fics #spicy #lucky #cinco #Spicy #Grace Spicy Smith #baylie lucky steele #alana cinco metcalf

[sweetlymawd]

Unexpected

H4nk finally gets what he wanted, or does he?

(Prepare yourselves. This is a long one. And probably my stupidest fic yet. Also, please make sure you’ve read all the previous fics on this account before this one.)

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Days had passed. Over the course of those days, D0c had been trying to keep S4nf0rd and D31m0s on track with their new diets. Their bodies had absorbed all of those calories from the Bakery incident and turned them chubby. And so the diet D0c placed them on was meant to steadily burn them all off. However, they also had bigger appetites, as evidenced by D0c catching them after a binge every once in a while.

As for H4nk, he was on his own diet. He would steal his teammates’ scraps and eat until he was stuffed once a day every day. He was able to eat a little more each time, evidence that his stomach was slowly stretching. It didn’t come without consequence, though, as a small but still noticeable bit of pudge had formed on his belly. So to hide it, he began wearing his jacket and belts as much as possible. And even then, a keen eye could still tell the change in his figure.

But he had to keep going. He was going to know that feeling.

One day, D0c had sent H4nk out to steal documents from the Agency. It was originally D31m0s and S4nf0rd’s job, but they couldn’t go out unless they were back in shape, leaving H4nk to do all the heavy lifting. He placed the documents in the inside pocket of his (now bloody) jacket and began walking back to the car he stole when his stomach growled. Oh yeah. It was getting late and he had missed his usual daily binge. He was more than a little hungry.

H4nk got into the car and, while driving, noticed a Burg3r G1l’s right in the corner of the next intersection. D0c wouldn’t kill him if he was a little late, he thought. He drove up and parked the car next to the building. He couldn’t wait to fill up on tasty burgers.

But when he opened the door to the restaurant, someone was in front of the counter. It was Tr1cky. Even worse, the bell had rung, alerting him of H4nk’s presence. They stared at each other in silence. Then H4nk slowly shut the door. He bolted.

“HI, H4NK!” Tr1cky popped out of nowhere.

H4nk almost yelped, turning around and getting in the car to drive off. He turned the key.

“SO WHERE ARE YOU DRIVING, H4NK?”

H4nk turned his head to see Tr1cky in the backseat.

“GET OUT!”

“OKAY, OKAY! CLOWN IS GETTING OUT!” Tr1cky said as he left the car.

H4nk sighed as he switched the gear to reverse and started backing up.

“WHY ARE YOU LEAVING WHEN YOU JUST GOT HERE?”

The clown was in the front seat. H4nk stopped.

“JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! I’M JUST TRYING TO GET FOOD!”

“SO IS CLOWN! WHY ARE YOU MAKING A BIG DEAL OUT OF THIS?”

H4nk groaned, pulling back into the parking space.

“HEY, LET’S JUST GET OUR FOOD, OKAY?”

H4nk switched the car off. “Fine.”

The both of them got out of the car and went back into the building. The server behind the counter was shivering.

“Uh… uh… w-what order… would like you?”

The server then facepalmed.

“CLOWN WANTS TWENTY DOUBLE BURGERS WITH FRIES AND PIES AND MILKSHAKES!”

“TWENTY?! I-I-I mean, uh… right away, sir. I a-assume this is for the both of you?”

“NOPE, JUST ME. WHADDAYA WANT, H4NKY?”

“Stop calling me that.”

H4nk got to thinking. Tr1cky was right there. If he binged here, the clown would take advantage of his weak state. But then if he missed a day, his stomach might go back to the way it was, putting him back at square one. H4nk didn’t know what to do.

“UH, HELLO?” Tr1cky was waving his hand over his face. “IS H4NK THERE? IS HE GONNA SPEAK?”

“U-uh… the same for me.”

Tr1cky gave him a surprised look.

“WHAT?!?!” the server practically screamed. “YOU EXPECT ME TO COOK—“ He remembered who he was talking to. “A-a-ahem. Pardon me. I’ll have your orders ready ASAP.”

The server went straight to the kitchen. H4nk and Tr1cky kept standing in front of the counter.

“You might wanna s-sit down. This could take a while…”

Then the two of them were alone.

“SO WHERE DO YOU WANNA SIT?”

“By myself.”

“OOH, THAT BOOTH’S OPEN!” Tr1cky pointed. He then slid into his seat.

“No one else is here, clown. All the booths are open.”

H4nk walked to the booth on the other end of the room and sat down. Almost immediately afterwards, Tr1cky walked over and sat opposite of him.

“You had a perfectly fine seat over there, you know.”

“YEAH, BUT CLOWN LIKES THIS ONE BETTER.”

“Ugh, there’s just no getting rid of you, is there?”

Tr1cky just stared.

“Uh… what?”

“SOMETHING’S DIFFERENT ABOUT YOU.”

The clown was catching on.

“…What’s different?”

Tr1cky scooted around the table, closer to H4nk, who protested.

“Hey, back off.”

“ARE YOU HIDING SOMETHING?”

“No. I said back off.”

“YEP. YOU’RE HIDING SOMETHING. IT’S JUST UNDER YOUR JACKET.”

Tr1cky reached a hand, trying to fiddle with H4nk’s belt. H4nk grabbed Tr1cky’s hand.

“HEY! HANDS OFF!”

“ONLY IF YOU SHOW ME!”

H4nk sighed for the hundredth time that day. “If I show you, will you leave me alone?”

Tr1cky nodded.

“Fine. Back it up. Don’t tell ANYONE about this.”

The clown nodded again. H4nk undid his belts as Tr1cky watched intently. He opened his jacket.

“…YOU’RE PUDGY.”

What was hiding underneath H4nk’s jacket was straining pants and a soft belly that poked out from under his shirt. His face was red under his mask.

“Yeah. I’m pudgy.”

“…CAN CLOWN—“

“No. No touching.”

They kept sitting in silence.

“…CLOWN GETS IT NOW! YOU’RE A FEEDEE!”

“Wh— no! I’m not a feedee.”

“YEAH YOU ARE! WHY ELSE DID YOU ORDER SO MUCH?”

“W-well that makes you a feedee too.”

“YEAH, YOU LIKE FILLING UP YOUR TUMMY AND GETTING BELLY RUBS AND GETTING BIGGER AND BIGGER AND BIGGER AND—“

“So what if I’m a feedee?! What’s it to you?!”

“OH, CLOWN JUST LIKES HOW IT FEELS.”

“…I can see that.” H4nk referred to Tr1cky’s body, in which the fact he was half naked made his rolls of fat very visible.

“AND CLOWN HAS MY REASONS.”

The clown began giggling, H4nk not understanding why until he felt Tr1cky’s fingers poke and pinch his belly. H4nk swatted his hand away.

“HEY! I said no touching!”

“HEEHEE, YOU’RE SO SOFT.”

Then a rumble could be heard, coming from Tr1cky’s stomach.

“HEY, ARE THOSE BURGERS DONE YET?!”

The server yelled from the kitchen. “BE PATIENT, ASSHOLES, THEY’RE ALMOST DONE!”

Several minutes passed since then. Finally, the server brought them all the food they ordered, pushed on a cart.

“You guys better enjoy this. Because I quit.” The server removed his hat and apron, placed them on the counter, and went to the door. “Lock up when you’re done!”

The ex-server left as H4nk and Tr1cky began digging in. Less than a minute went by before Tr1cky had already finished his first burger.

“MM. THESE ALWAYS TASTE SO GOOD.”

“Uh, they taste more like pork than beef.”

“HUH. NEVER NOTICED,” the clown said after another burger slid down his throat.

The two of them kept eating, tearing burgers apart, munching on fries. But it wasn’t long before H4nk suddenly stopped.

Tr1cky noticed. “H4NK? WHAT’S WRONG?”

“This is too much…”

“YOU’RE ALREADY FULL?”

Tr1cky scooted back over to H4nk, where he got a good look at his belly. It was swollen quite a bit, but not enough to pop the button off his pants.

“COME ON, H4NKY, YOU CAN FIT MORE THAN THAT!” The clown grabbed another burger, holding it up to H4nk’s face. “HERE. HAVE SOME MORE.”

H4nk hesitated. He opened his mouth to speak, but then Tr1cky pushed the burger in. He took a huge bite. Once the rest of the burger was fed to him, he heard a ping. His button had popped, further exposing his belly.

“NOW YOU’VE GOT MORE ROOM!”

“I-I’m… I’m so full… but I want more…”

“DON’T WORRY, H4NKY! CLOWN WILL HELP YOU EAT! DOES THIS FEEL ANY BETTER?”

H4nk’s face flushed. Tr1cky was rubbing his belly. Now, he tried to keep reminding himself that this was Tr1cky, his enemy, and he could just eat him at any point. But it all just felt so good. The easing pressure on his tummy earned a small belch out of him. Tr1cky giggled.

“HEEHEE, YOU LIKE IT, H4NKY?”

“…Uh… uh huh…”

“STILL WANT MORE?”

“Yeah…”

“OKAY!” The clown once again grabbed another burger. “OPEN WIDE…”

The two were joined by the hip, Tr1cky pushing burger after burger into H4nk, who focused on swallowing each one. Every few minutes, Tr1cky took the time to ease whatever stomach pain H4nk had. Soon, all twenty of his burgers were gone. Followed by all the fries, both his pies, and both his milkshakes. H4nk was stuffed to the brim and bloated beyond belief.

“HUUUUUORRP!!! Ugh… can’t believe… ate it all…”

Tr1cky was rubbing H4nk’s super-stuffed tummy with both hands. “SEE, YOU DIDN’T EXPLODE! HOW DOES IT FEEL, H4NKY?”

“…I—…… I’m……….. gonna………”

Besides his tummy loudly gurgling, there was nothing but silence.

“H4NK?”

Tr1cky looked up to see that H4nk had passed out.

~~~

H4nk woke to a strange feeling he couldn’t describe. As his eyes adjusted, he found that he was in a strange room, laying on a mattress on the floor. Then he heard snoring coming from right behind him. And he felt something on his back. And around his waist.

He had woken up in Tr1cky’s place, and he had slept with him while the clown had his hands around his waist, spooning him.

“Clown.”

“……HUH….. H4NKY…?”

“GET OFF OF ME!!!”

H4nk pried himself from Tr1cky’s grip, getting up off the mattress. Tr1cky sat up, staring up and down at H4nk’s figure.

“H4NK…”

“…What?”

Tr1cky kept looking down, then back up. H4nk then looked down at himself.

“…No…”

He, like Tr1cky, only had his boxers on, revealing just what his huge binge did to him. His belly was hanging over his waistband. His thighs jiggled as he walked and were being hugged by his boxers’ pant legs. There was a cracked mirror leaning against the wall. As H4nk approached it, it confirmed that what he was seeing was real.

“…I’m… f—… fa—…”

He was suddenly hugged from behind.

“YOU’RE SO CUTE AND CHUBBY!!!”

“JUST FUCK OFF ALREADY!!!” H4nk tried to shake Tr1cky off, but the clown’s grip tightened.

“OH, H4NKY, LOOK AT YOU! YOU’RE SO MUCH BIGGER NOW!” One of Tr1cky’s hands squished H4nk’s tummy. H4nk felt the clown lean his head into his back. “AND SO MUCH SOFTER…”

H4nk groaned. “This is all your fault, clown…”

“HUH? BUT DIDN’T YOU WANT THIS?”

“I never wanted this. Any of this!”

Tr1cky moved away from H4nk’s back, standing beside him as they both stared into the mirror.

“WELL WHAT DID YOU WANT, H4NK?”

“…I… I just wanted to str—“

H4nk didn’t get to finish his sentence. His stomach grumbled loudly.

“OH. YOU’RE HUNGRY AGAIN. NOT SURPRISING.” Tr1cky gave H4nk’s belly a few pats. “HEY, CLOWN KNOWS A PLACE THAT’S GOT SOME YUMMY ICE CREAM… WANNA TRY IT?”

H4nk’s increased appetite won over his fear of the clown. “…Uh, okay. Sure. Just let me get my clothes.”

H4nk grabbed his pants off the table, put his legs through, but couldn’t pull them up all the way.

“Great.”

#mawdness combat #mawedness combat #h4nk #tr1cky #fullness combat #not really h4nk x tr1cky but the tones are there #sorry for making you wait all night

[enchantedchocolatebars]

Late evening, Slade walks into a burger joint and asks for a burger and drink to go. The staff aren’t even shocked at his appearance with all the heroes and villains they get in their restaurant. Once he’s given the order he requested, he starts leaving out the door. While he leaves, he casually steals another distracted customer’s wallet from their pocket and tucks it in one of the belt pouches on his utility belt.

🍔 A Burger and Cola To Go 🥤

Revisited some Slade scenes on YouTube.

He's so dark and chilling.😨

Good villain.👍

Enjoy!

"I'll take a number two."

"Can I get fries with that?"

"No pickles please."

"I need a refill."

Super Burger was bustling with business one Saturday evening as cashiers took orders and met the demands of costumed customers.

The burger joint was a huge hit with both heroes and villains, as both sides needed a bite to eat out every once in a while after a hard day's work of fighting and committing crimes.

The restaurant offered a comic book-inspired atmosphere with deliciously greasy food at a low price.

A man wearing a mask and a black body suit covered in overlapping armor entered the establishment as the bells hanging over the front door chimed.

The masked figure was none other than Slade Wilson.

What was his objective for today?

Grab his meal to go.

Normally, when it came to food related tasks, he'd order one of his robot commandos to complete them for him, but today was different.

He wanted to check out this place for himself.

Having heard good things about it, Slade expects nothing less than the best in both service and food.

Due to his time being important, disappointment was not a feasible option.

As he makes his way to the ordering counter, his demeanor is calm and composed, yet chilling with every step he takes.

"Welcome to Super Burger, sir!" The peppy cashier greets Slade cheerily as he arrives. "Would you like to try our 2 for 4 deal?"

The cashier waits patiently for a 'yes' or a 'no' from the man, but he fails to deliver a reply.

Instead, he chooses to stare down the counter server with his one eye, causing the employee to feel extremely awkward.

Okay then...

He'll consider that a no.

"Uh, what can I get for you for tonight, sir?"

He hopes to get a response this time.

Without looking up at the menu above him, Slade begins to speak, his tone tranquil and tough.

"My demands are simple. I require a burger with your best quality beef topped with your freshest toppings, condiments, and sauces all packed in a soft, fresh out of the oven bun. My sandwich should be brought to me in 5 minutes or less otherwise..."

He narrows his single eye.

"There will be consequences. Do I make myself clear?"

Consequences? The cashier gulped at the threat, his shoulders starting to tense.

He's come in contact with some creepy villains before at the cash register, but this guy definitely takes the cake for most creepy.

Perhaps recommending him something off the menu might save his tail.

It was worth a shot anyways.

"... H-How about the number one?" He suggested, pointing his finger at the static picture of the number one meal. "It comes with a burger, medium fry, and a cola. It's the most popular combo here." His voice cracks, showing Slade a fictitious smile.

"Very well." The criminal mastermind nods. "I'll have that."

The cashier internally sighs, entering the info into the tablet. "And a name for the order?"

"Slade."

The employee types that in. "Alright, Mr. Slade, that'll be $10.79."

The glare that Slade sent to the employee was so dark and menacing that it nearly made the poor guy wet his pants. "O-On second, it's on the house." He finishes his sentence with a nervous chuckle.

Someone help him.

...

"Order for Mr. Slade!" A female employee called, holding a brown bag and disposable cup.

After receiving his food, Slade heads for the door.

During his exit, he casually slips his hand into the pocket of a distracted customer who is sharing a milkshake with their partner and pulls out a wallet.

It gets tucked in one of the belt pouches on his utility belt.

Splendid, he thought.

Now he has cash for tomorrow's dinner.

He'll make it pizza.

#teen titans #teen titans slade #slade #slade wilson #fanfic #fanfics #fanfiction #fanfictions #ask #asks #anon #anonymous #request #writing #my writing

[sunlightandsuffering]

Lys I know you’re on break so if you see this I want to share with you a thought I can’t get out of my head: Mikasa as a Hooters waitress 🤣 I don’t know why she works at Hooters, maybe Levi told her to get a job and so she got that one to spite him because she didn’t wanna work but I could imagine Eren dying a little inside because she looks really hot but also she’s just at work. Also I don’t know why but I think this Mikasa would be a terrible waitress and she solely hasn’t been fired because she’s pretty!!

ABSOLUTELY!! I love this so much anon lol.

Eren is a regular at hooters.

Not by choice of course, by way of the fact that he plays beer league baseball and after practice his horny teammates want nothing more than to stare at breasts while they eat.

So, despite his continual insistence that they go Literally anywhere else he finds himself once again at Hooters on a Wednesday.

And once again, Mikasa is their waitress.

And he hates himself and his teammates as they ogle her picturesque form while she repeats back their order.

She’s stunning, the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen but she’s also the worst waitress he’s ever had.

And he winced as she once again gets his order wrong, repeating it back to him dutifully in that beautiful dulcet, the voice that haunts his dreams, whispering ‘oh Eren’ in a much breathier tone, he just can’t bring himself to correct her.

“And Eren you had the smoked wings right!?”

Her eyes are so hopeful, so beautifully silver coloured he can’t bear to correct her that no he’d actually just wanted a burger and fries tonight.

Eren bites his tongue, giving her an all to enthusiastic response, “Yup!”

She beams at him, “Awesome!”

She bounces a little in place excitedly, pumping her fist for getting such a large party’s order all right and Eren really struggles to keep his eyes on that beautiful face of hers, and not her fantastic rack. Truly, she has the best set of tits he’s ever seen and he’s never struggled so much to be respectful, even in a restaurant like Hooters where it’s explicitly encouraged. Mikasa makes it unbelievably difficult, especially when she’s so sweet and excited to see him constantly.

She bounces away to send their order off and Eren looks back to the table nervously, already awaiting the shit he’s going to get.

Jean is staring at him in complete disbelief, “You hate the smoked wings, you’ve been talking all night about how all you want is a good burger?”

“Shut it horseface.”

He’ll suck up to the pretty waitress if he wants to.

He’s not sure how it happens as he comes back from the washroom, sighing when he sees his friends are all gone and that means tonight he’s the one stuck with the bill.

Mikasa is standing shyly next to their table as he appears, wallet open just in time to watch with her as Jean and Connie slip out the door, sticking him with their bill.

Mikasa’s cheeks are particularly red, a beautiful rose flush that extends appealingly from her cheeks all the way to the tops of those perfect breasts he tries his best not to look at.

“Hey Miks, I’ve got it just tell me what the damage is today?”

She hands him the bill, looking like she wants to speak and Eren winces as he sees the number. They’re cleaning him out tonight.

He grabs for his Visa, “do you have the machine?”

She nods resolutely, pulling it from her servers pouch but just before she hands it to him she speaks, “they told me you know.”

Eren raises an eyebrow as he snatches it from her hands, already inputting an astronomical tip,“told you what?”

“That I always get your order wrong.”

Shit.

“They’re lying”

A half smile quirks at her lips, “they’re definitely not, I’m a pretty terrible waitress.”

Double shit.

“I’d rather not be a pain in the ass.”

“They said it’s because you have a massive crush on me.”

Fuck you Jean and Connie, god damn it.

The debit machine whirs in his hand as it prints off a copy,

He says nothing, refusing to admit to it, silent as he stares at the bill and the alarming number at the bottom.

Mikasa rips the receipt from the machine and Eren struggles to break eye contact, her eyes piercing silver with mischief, he can feel his ears burning.

This is so embarrassing, he can never come back now, not now that she knows his secret.

He looks away, mumbling a halfhearted goodbye before booking it towards the door.

“Eren wait!”

He stops cold in his tracks, so close.

No, please let him leave in peace, let him wallow in misery.

“You forgot your copy of the receipt,” she sings and before he can refuse her, she’s dancing closer, her chest bouncing slightly in the tiny little white top that leaves nothing to the imagination and shit no Eren, you can’t look!

She smirks as she steals his personal space, tucking it into his shirt pocket with a wink, “make sure you read it over.”

She pats his chest patronizingly and fuck she’s never been this close before he can smell her perfume, the scent of her hair, strawberries and cream, fuck.

Thankfully, she pulls away before his sniffing of her becomes to obvious, although the secretive smile she gives him tells him she probably knows.

She prances off towards another table, one he’s pretty sure isn’t in her section, but who is he to complain with the delectable view of her perky round butt in those shorts, she has a truly fantastic ass.

He turns around numbly, resigning himself to the fact that he’ll never see that ass in those shorts again when and exits the restaurant.

He looks down at the receipt, reminding himself how bad the damage to his bank account will be when he sees numbers, 10 to be exact all written in Mikasa’s sparkly pink pen and a little note.

I always forget your order because I have a crush on you too ;)

Maybe the universe doesn’t hate him after all.

#eremika

[comfort-charrie-berry]

I Owe You. Chapter 2: One thing off the list

If anyone would like to be tagged when I post chapters please let me know! I know I mostly post Encanto stuff and I don't wanna clog your feed so if you want just this fic, I can tag you! I have like 3/4 written chapters still. But I'll hopefully write more if time and creative energy allows!

Word count: 881

Trigger warnings: Food, Taylor flipping the universe off because...he's Taylor.

“Sleeping on me again ma’am?” 

I opened my eyes and looked up. There stood Taylor. And the clock on the wall behind him made me realize it had been hours.

“You’re finally here.” I teased, rubbing my eyes and stretching. 

He nodded quickly. “Yep and I want to get out of here as soon as possible. Let’s go.”

I got up and stretched, sleeping in the waiting room of a huge medical facility wasn’t the most comfortable.

Taylor gestured for me to move faster and I obeyed. We got out the door and then he stopped. His eyes widened and he breathed in the fresh night air. 

“Oh my gosh. I missed this.” The choir of crickets chirped all around us. Taylor stood there a moment, taking everything in. Then he looked at me. “Oh wait. Where are we going to go? I mean, what is the plan?” 

I laughed and shook my head, gesturing for him to follow me. We walked through the parking lot to my car. I opened the drivers door to get in and he got in on a passengers side. 

“Are you sure you can drive? You were just out cold.” 

“Well you certainly can’t, you came down in a space ship today.” 

He buckled his seatbelt. “Touché.” 

I pulled out of the Nasa parking lot and started down the highway. 

“Ha! See ya later losers! Have fun ever finding an astronaut as good as me!” He yelled out the window, laughing and holding up the middle finger.

I would’ve told him to shut up, but it was three in the morning. Barely anyone was on the roads.

Plus, he earned that. 

Taylor rolled up the window and sat back in the seat, smiling and breathing in the earth’s clean air. 

I glanced over at him and felt my chest warm up. 

He’s home. He’s okay. 

“Can we get burgers?” He asked. 

“Taylor, I’ll get you anything you want. And if that’s burgers at three AM, so be it.” 

I turned into an exit off the highway towards the nearest Burger King. 

“What do you want?” I said as we pulled up. 

“4 Whoppers and two fries. And a milkshake.” 

I laughed and rolled down the window. 

The mechanic voice of a very bored server came through the speaker. “Hello and welcome to Burger King. My name is Liz. May I take your order?” 

I leaned a little out of my window and responded. “Yes, can I please have four Whoppers, two large fries and a chocolate milkshake?”

“Will that be all?” 

I turned to Taylor. He nodded. 

“Yes, that’s it. Thank you.” 

“Your total is $11.35. Come up to the first window.” 

I drove up and got the food. 

Taylor practically ripped open the bag to get to the food, shoving several fries in his mouth as he ripped open the paper wrapped around one of the whoppers. 

I went back on the highway and stayed silent as he ate. 

“Wait. Are you hungry?” He asked in-between bites. 

I ignored my empty stomach and the heavenly scent of the food and responded. “No.” 

“But, you waited for me for hours. And knowing you I’m guessing you didn’t go get food while you waited.” 

I forced a laugh. “I’m fine.” Then my stomach growled. 

We went silent. 

“Okay that’s it.” He whispered shuffling through the bag. “Pull over.” 

“I can’t pull over it’s a highway!” 

“Yes you can! Plus, there’s like no one out here anyway. Just pull over!” 

I groaned and did as he said. 

The night was still and a few cars past. I put on the parking break and faced him. “What?” 

He offered me a burger. 

I shook my head. “No! Taylor! I can’t take your food! You’ve been in space for over a year! I’ve just been hungry for several hours! You need it more than I do.” 

He held it closer to me. “You do need it though. And you waited for me all day. Please just take it. Then I’ll be able to cross one single thing off my list of things I owe you. I have another one of these still. We can both have one. And here, take some fries too.” 

I gave him a look but gave in and took the burger. I unwrapped it and took a few bites. It was absolutely amazing. 

“Here.” He said, his mouth full. I looked over and saw him holding out the package of fries. I took a few. “Thanks.” 

He nodded and we ate in silence for a few minutes. 

Taylor then looked up at the sky. “Is it bad that, I really hate looking at the night sky now? Like any one of those stars could be the forsaken planet I was stuck on.” 

I swallowed a bite of food and looked up. “No. I think it’s extremely normal for you to feel that way. But the best thing to remember is that you’re okay now. You’re not up there.” I looked at him. “You’re down here.” 

He felt my gaze on him and looked at me a moment. Then he looked down. “Yeah. I suppose you’re right. Where are we going?” 

I finished my food and started the car, pulling back onto the highway. 

“Home.”

#Lifeline #Cadet Taylor #Lifeline Taylor #lifeline game #Lifeline fanfic

[heliosthegriffin]

Odd Jobs Jaune; Irrelevant Snippets

Jaune putting away books at the library, when a Mistrali teen comes up and taps him on the shoulder, causing the blonde to freeze in place briefly, before taking off his head phones.

“Yes, may I help you?” Jaune said a polite neutrality, giving a brief look over to the teen, a black haired, pinked eyed slender young man, wearing Beacon’s Uniform.

“My apologies, for bothering you, but something is bothering me. Don’t you work at the bakery on South Main?”

Jaune nodded. “Yes, I do.”

“Yes, that's the thing, I thought I saw you working as a ground’s keeper at Beacon, was that you, or do you have a brother?”

“That was also me, I don’t have a brother, only seven sisters!” Jaune smiled seeing the look of awe of the other teens face.

“Ok, that’s interesting, but I also saw you unloading crates at the dock this morning, and now you’re here...”

“Yes.” Jaune responded, his hands moving to put away books as he talked.

Ren watching as the other teens hands moved at a preternatural rate, putting books in the appropriate order without even needing to look. It was somewhat hypnotizing to see.

“So, you work all those jobs?”

“Yes.”

“Aren’t you tired? Even a Huntsman would be run ragged by that amount of work.”

“You offering to help?” Jaune said with a smile, moving down the row of shelve, causing Ren to realize that he had been following the busy blonde.

“Uh, ah, I’m a student, maybe-”

Jaune chuckled lightly. “I’m kidding, don’t worry your head.”

Ren blushed slightly, embarrassed. “That’s a relief, still, you have impressive endurance to deal with that work load, why not train to be a huntsman.”

Jaune stopped for a moment, putting his hand under his chin, humming. “That’s a good question...  There was a time where I wanted to be one, but after some time in the work force, I rethought my options, I work a lot, but that’s because I’m a workaholic. I like learning new skills, expending my experiences, and most of all,” He paused, beckoned Ren over. “The real reason? You want to know?”

Ren leaned in and nodded.

“I like money, chase a bag kid, never chase a Grimm, is my life-style.” Jaune said completely straight face.

And Ren could not help but laugh, covering his mouth as he started wheezing, before he regained control over himself.

“Of course, it’s quite obvious.” Ren admitted, smiling. “By the way, I’m Lie Ren, what is your name?”

Jaune took his hand, and Ren was surprising by the level of causal strength in his grip. “Jaune Arc, busy bee and worker. Well, I’m done with my job here, catch you later.”

Then he walked out.

Only for Ren to walk out to see him mopping the hallway, in a janitor’s uniform, Ren waved and went back to studying.

-----

Yang was riding her bike down in Vale, it was busy day on the streets, but nothing she couldn’t handle.

She came to a stop at a crosswalk, where a blonde stood with a stop sign, and Yang sighed. She hated waiting, but eventually she was back to riding. At least till her stomach growled an hour later.

Then she passed into the parking lot of a diner, and walked in, only to be greeted by the same blonde. She squinted, lining up the two people in her head. “Weren’t you working the crosswalk?”

The blonde thought for a second. “Today? Maybe, yeah, I think I was?”

“You don’t remember directing traffic, you got a robot twin or something?”

“Ma’am, I wish, I just have a regular robot.”

“You kidding?”

“Nope, anyway, sit where you’d like, someone we’ll be around to take your order in a moment.”

Yang shrugged, putting it to the back of her mind, taking a seat in a corner booth.

After a couple minutes her server came to her. “Alright, I’d like the double cheese burger, add bacon, with a side of fries and a strawberry milkshake.”

“Can do. Need anything else?” Came a familiar voice, Yang looking up to see the greeter.

It was the blonde. “Yeah, I need to know why you’re waiting tables now?”

“Short on staff.”

“Oh. My bad, never mind.”

“Don’t sweat it, I’ll go take this to the kitchen now.”

“Thanks.” Yang then watched him go to the back, only to sigh as she watched him entered the kitchen and put on a chef hat and apron.

She groaned into the table.

At least the food was good, but she refused to tip him for three peoples worth of work.

-----

“And I’m telling you guys, that there some sort of blonde cloning conspiracy going around!” Nora pounded fist on the table, cracking it.

“Yeah, I keep seeing some guy wiping window, and then seeing him selling fruit the next street over!” Ruby agreed.

Blake looked up from her book. ‘That sounds familiar, there was a guy back in the White Fang who did a bunch of odd jobs like that... must be imagining that.’

Yang nodded. “Yeah, he was the waiter, greeter, and chef a dinner in town... and a crosswalk guard, I’d be impressed by him, if I wasn’t so confused as to how he was in so many places at once.”

Pyrrha looked at them confused. “Do you mean the blonde janitor? I just assumed he had several brothers.”

“No, he only has seven sisters.” Came from Ren... and Weiss.

The tables eyes splitting between the two of them. “What?” Nora asked.

“I just met him in the library, and asked him some questions,” He turned his eyes to Weiss. “I assume you did the same?”

Weiss shook her head. “Ah, no, he was my bodyguard during my tour here in Vale.”

“Really? Him? He looks as threatening as a wet puppy, sure he’s tall and got some muscles, but he doesn’t really strike me as the type.”

Weiss frowned. “Don’t underestimate him.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Nora asked.

“It means, looks can be deceiving, if he has the work ethic to keep up with however many jobs he’s doing, what makes you think he won’t apply himself to be the best can be? Just because he doesn’t look like a bodyguard, doesn’t mean he can’t be one.” Weiss responded. “I should know, I had no room to complain after the tour, and I regret making a bad impression on him, as he no longer will take job offers from me.”

“Indeed, you were a terrible boss during that month.” Came Jaune as he was fixing the cracks the table, Nora caused.

Everyone froze, as no one, not Pyrrha, Blake, or Ren had the sense to notice he had been there.

“Wow, he more ninja than you, Ren!” Nora said

“If I need to be,” Jaune replied.

“How long have you been there?” Blake asked.

“Thirty seconds, please don’t touch the cracked part of the table for five minutes, and don’t breath in the fumes.” Then he walked away.

“Because he does stuff like that.” Weiss sighed “He also made the best hot coco.”

Ozpin then walked passed the table. “Indeed, it’s quite delicious.” Sipping from his mug, while Weiss looked on in envy.

#Jaune Arc

[beels-burger-babe]

Beelzebub's Very Bad No Good Day

***So this is the new format in which I'll be answering requests. In my experience, actual posts get spread further than asks do, so this will hopefully help with that. ANYWAY, I am crazy excited about this request as a major Beel simp and YES I will proudly do this request! Thank you @sinnoman for blessing me with it. -B*** Summary: Beel doesn't get anything to eat one day, and it doesn't go well for anybody.

From the moment Beelzebub woke up, he knew that today was going to be a terrible day. For starters, he had apparently raided the fridge in his sleep the night before, so there was not a crumb left in the house for anyone to make breakfast with. Most of the others had gone and grabbed something from Hell's Kitchen on their way to class, but poor Beel had slept through his alarm due to the food coma his nighttime snack had put him in and had to rush to RAD. The entire school was talking about the monster that they believed had awoken beneath the school. Teachers were on edge ready to evacuate the premises for the earthquake they believed to be happening. Beel avoided eye contact, blushing as his empty stomach continued to rumble and roar throughout the day. He ended up eating a few pencils just to get it to quiet down and even that didn't have much effect. The Avatar of Gluttony nearly cried tears of relief when the lunch bell rang. But it seemed that fate was not his friend that day. He was going to order a gargantuan-sized Little Devil mango slushy, a side of Hellfire curry rice, fried shadow bat, and 108 seed salad and the main course of at least twenty shadow hog burgers with three servings of caramel shadow tart for dessert. Beel was drooling at just the thought of it. He was almost at the ordering station when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Beel growled and turned around, baring his teeth at whoever dared to disturb him.

Belphegor narrowed his eyebrows in concern. "Woah. Beel, relax. It's just me. We've got a student council meeting, and Lucifer has threatened to take away supper from whoever skips out." Beelzebub scoffed as the air around him darkened at the mention of someone taking food away from him. "I'd like to see him try." Belphie raised an eyebrow at his twin's uncharacteristically grumpy behaviour. "Are you alright, Beel?" As though to answer his question, Beel's stomach let out another loud roar, causing several students to flinch and Beel to scowl in frustration. "I'm hungry." Belphie's frown deepened. Beel was always hungry, but he didn't usually let it get to him like this. The younger twin rifled through his own bag before pulling out an obviously full paper bag. "You can have my lunch if you want. I ate a little bit of it during class and swiped a bagel from Mammon during the first period, so I'm not all that-" Before he could finish Beel ripped the bag out of Belphie's hands and devoured it, bag and all. Belphie blinked at his now empty hand and chuckled as Beel chewed. "Man, you must be starving huh?"

Beelzebub merely grunted and continued to chew before swallowing down the small meal. He glanced back at the lineup in the cafeteria and put a hand on his stomach as he thought about the lunch he should be enjoying. Belphie nudged him. "Come on, big guy. We got to get to that meeting. The sooner we get it over with, the more likely it is that we'll end early and you might be able to grab something before class starts again." Only the meeting was not short and quick like Belphie had said it might be. Diavolo wanted everyone to come up with an idea for a school fundraiser, and Lucifer was arguing with Asmodeus on what was and was not appropriate. To make matters worse, you were unable to attend as, according to Mammon, your charms professor had asked you to stay behind afterwards to discuss your progress in the class. The bickering on top of the lack of food in his stomach was giving Beel a migraine and the longer he sat there, the more irritable he had become. Eventually, it became too much and he snapped. "ENOUGH!" he bellowed, flipping the table as he stood. "No one cares about the stupid fundraiser anyway and you're just wasting all of our time arguing over something that will inevitably fall apart and cause an even bigger mess, just like it always does!" "Beelzebub! Watch your tone in front of-" "Shut it, Lucifer!" his brother's gaped at him in shock as he snarled at their elder. "I am sick and tired of you pushing us all around and punishing us when the slightest thing goes wrong just because you-" Beel poked Lucifer's chest hard enough to make him take a step back, "won't take responsibility for your own mistakes!" "Oh shit," Mammon whispered under his breath, as Lucifer's eyes narrowed and his body tensed in defence. The second-born quickly squeezed his way between the two of them and spread his arms to try and create some distance. "Okay! Tensions are high. People are upset. But this is not the place to brawl it out." he glanced over at Lucifer who looked like he was a second away from stringing him up to the ceiling. "Might I remind ya Lord Diavolo is still in the room?" Lucifer looked over at Diavolo, who appeared to be both hurt and concerned by Beelzebub's words, before sighing and fixing his composure. He gave Beel a hard look. "Obviously something is upsetting you, but we can discuss this at home. For the time being, I recommend you work on calming yourself and clearing your head." Beel just growled at him before stomping out of the student council room. He had been about to re-enter the cafeteria again when the bell rang signalling the end of lunch hour. Beelzebub felt his eye twitch before his demon form burst into existence. He let out a deafening scream as he grabbed a table and threw it across the room (students still seated on it, included). Students were yelling and scrambling like mice as the large demon rampaged through the halls. He tore the locked grate off of the serving station and grabbed the nearest server by the scruff of the collar, causing them to squeak in fear. "I'm hungry," Beel rumbled lowly as the demon trembled in his hands. "Get me something to eat now or I will not hesitate to eat you." "R-R-Right away, Beelzeb-b-bub." Beel carelessly dropped the demon, who scattered off to gather as much food as they could. He began pacing like a caged animal. Having been alerted by all the noise, his brothers and Diavolo rushed into the nearly destroyed cafeteria. Diavolo's jaw dropped. "Beelzebub, what's the meaning of all this?" Beel's famished brain didn't acknowledge Diavolo as an authority at the moment. Instead, he was yet another person trying to keep him from eating. "I need food. NOW!" Lucifer's eyes widened in realization as he whispered something to Diavolo. The prince nodded and took a step back. "I'm sure the cooks are doing all they can to get you food right away. But I need you to control yourself before I am forced to take action." Satan had his phone out and was urgently texting someone, as Belphie moved forward.

"You'll get your food shortly Beel. You just need to wai-" "I don't want to wait!!" There was a part of Beelzebub's brain that was aware he was acting like a child. But his stomach physically hurt from how empty it was. He was tired. He was starving. He didn't have the patience for pleasantries. "I've barely eaten anything all day, and people keep staring and talking about me because my stomach just will not stop growling and I'm so hungry that I can barely think straight! I hate it! But I know it won't go away unless I eat, so I NEED TO EAT!" The brothers looked at Beel in shock. They knew that he ate a lot, but they always passed it off as just another quirk that made him Beel. They didn't know it bothered him like this. They thought back on all the instances where Beel had stated that he was hungry out of nowhere, always with a distressed look on his face. Every single time they had brushed him off. Before any of them could respond, you casually walked into the war zone that was the cafeteria. "Alright Satan, what's so urgent that you needed me so badly?" The room fell quiet as everyone's attention snapped over to you and you took in the situation. It didn't take long for you to connect the dots.

You immediately began to rush over to Beelzebub; Mammon stepped forward to stop you. "Woah, MC! I don't think that's a good idea right now!"

You ignored him and continued to make your way to Beel. Seeing you, the small human that you were, made Beel realize just how reckless he had been acting. He held out his hands to stop you and took a step away. "You should listen to Mammon, MC. I-I haven't eaten all day and I-" "You haven't eaten all day?! Oh god, this is worst than I thought." Beel watched as you slid the oversized backpack that he had seen you carry around RAD with you every day off your back and begin to dump out the contents. In a second, dozens of bags of chips, candy, fruits, and other snacks spilled across the floor in front of the two of you. Beel didn't waste a single moment. He instantly began consuming the snacks, causing you to smile happily. "Wha-What?! MC?! Why the hell do you have that much food on ya?!" Mammon sputtered as he cautiously began to approach you. You shrugged. "Beel gets upset when he's hungry, and I don't like it when he's upset. So I stocked up on some of his favourite snacks a while back and always keep them on me just in case," Beel paused his eating to look up at you in awe, "He can't help that he's always hungry. It's not like he asked to be the Avatar of Gluttony." Suddenly there were a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. Lucifer, Levi, and Mammon called out your name as Beel pulled you tightly against his chest. You just grinned and hugged the friendly giant back. "Thank you," he whispered softly into your hair, his arms tightening around you just a little more. "There's nothing to thank me for." As Beel finally began to calm down, the cooks came out with platters of food and shakily laid them out around you and Beel before taking cover back into the kitchen. Seeing that the threat had passed, the other brothers began to approach as well. "You know Beel, I didn't know you had that much pent-up anger inside of you. It was terrifying!" Asmodeus chirped as he plopped down beside the two of you.

"Yeah! You were just like the antagonist in My Boyfriend Turned Into a Cannabilistic Rage Monster, And Now I Have to Stop Him From Devouring The Whole City!!!" Levi began to ramble about specific scenes from the show that matched perfectly with Beel's rampage, causing Beel to blush as he munched on a burger. Belphie sighed and elbowed Beel as he took his seat at his side. "We'll have to make sure that MC's always around you. Just in case you know?" he smiled softly, before looking at his twin with a more serious expression. "You should've told me about all that stuff you said earlier. I had no idea you felt that away about your appetite." Beel looked away uncomfortably as he took another bite of his food and avoided the question. You snuggled closer to him, to provide him with some comfort. Satan tapped his chin as he watched the group. "I'm sure we could talk with Barbatos and come up with some sort of high-protein shake or bar that would better satisfy you. That way you wouldn't have to eat as much." Lucifer glanced over at Diavolo, silently asking if it was a possibility. The prince smiled warmly. "I'll have Barabatos begin working on something right away." Forgetting all about class and the anger that had previously consumed him, Beel looked around at his family. A warm feeling blossomed in his stomach as he felt content with the rare care and affection that they were openly showing. Maybe it had something to do with the thirty burgers he had already ate, but for just a second, Beel didn't feel so hungry anymore. ***Boy that got a little angsty there for a second, but I hope this was to your liking @sinnoman! I definitely enjoyed writing this one, and I think it made me fall in love with my boy Beel even more 🥰*** TAGLIST: @vampwiire @bunna-does-stuff

#obey me #obey me fic #obey me fanfic #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me belphegor #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me mammon #obey me diavolo #obey me asmodeus #obey me leviathan #RAD #royal academy of diavolo #my writing #writing update #B requests #bumble b #bumble 🐝 #b asks #🐝 answers #🐝 asks

[radexchangeprogram]

HI IM ON SPRING BREAK SO I ACTUALLY HAVE TIME TO WRITE SOMETHING

This was an idea a friend of mine in a discord server pitched and I thought it was rlly cute so I wanted to write it!

Dinner Duty with the Brothers (GN!MC)

I hope this makes up for me not posting for a little while :’)

Lucifer

Lucifer isn’t on dinner duty often because of how busy he is.

You usually offer to help him out after he’s had a particularly long day and you can just tell he needs it.

He really appreciates it since he hates being the one to ask for help (his pride could never).

VERY PRECISE MEASUREMENTS! He does not like to just eyeball ingredients and will bring out all sorts of measuring utensils.

He directs you a lot in the kitchen and leads the way. You mostly just hand him ingredients and do some simple prep work while he handles the more complex things.

Surprisingly relaxed in the kitchen when it’s just the two of you. Sometimes he hums while cooking but will never admit it.

When he’s in the kitchen, he puts up a ward to keep Beelzebub out. You nearly had a heart attack when you saw Beel try to charge through it the first time while you were cooking fried cockatrice.

Overall his food is 10/10 and it’s pleasant to just do something as domestic as cooking with him.

Mammon

You are probably the biggest reason that his cooking has improved.

You offered to help him in the kitchen first after about a month of being there when you noticed how the brothers would conveniently order take out or have other plans when it was his night to cook. (Even Beel says that Mammon isn’t a good cook, it’s just not deadly like a certain sourcer’s.)

Has a tendency to over season the food. You have to tell him that he does not need more hell pepper flakes!

Also gets distracted and will forget that he has something cooking. Why is there smoke?

Because he does not want to be the one to fight off a hungry Beelzebub, you usually have to use the pact.

A solid 5/10 food on a good day with your help.

Leviathan

Refuses to admit that he’s actually not a bad cook. He has a lot of confidence issues ok?

Usually likes to take inspiration from anime for what he makes!

He’ll ask you if you want to make something based off of the food he saw characters in his latest anime obsession eat.

The dishes are usually pretty cutesy and require a lot of different cut shapes so you’ll learn a lot of knife skills!

Is also not one for handling a hungry Beel so you will have to use the pact to prevent everything from being eaten.

Overall his food is an 8/10!

Satan

He’s always been one to try out new things and cooking is not an exception.

He definitely has a few cookbooks in his massive collection and would love to try some of them out!

The only issue is, some of the stuff he pulls out is stuff that takes YEARS to master.

Given his sin, he can get a bit...frustrated (pissed) if things don’t work out.

You started to approve recipes that are still fun, but not anger inducing after he did Beel level damage to the kitchen once.

He’s good at following instructions, but knows enough to give things his own twist.

He likes to talk while cooking, usually about a book he’s reading or the latest episode of a show.

Is one of the brothers able to fight back against Beel because Diavolo forbid he has to remake the dough again.

Overall, 9/10! One point taken off for when he gets frustrated.

Asmodeus

He is the kind of cook that sees food trends on social media and absolutely has to try it!

Devildom equivalent of the feta-tomato pasta trend will absolutely be made for dinner.

He doesn’t mind getting messy in the kitchen as long as he has an apron.

Also made you a matching apron because you just needed one.

Live blogs the entire cooking process on his Devilgram story and is sure to take cute photos of the finished product.

He is really good at plating food and making it look picture perfect!

Like Satan, he likes to give food its own twist! Unlike Satan, he does not always know what spices work the best together. Sometimes you have to tell him that no, rose water in minotaur stew is not a good flavor combination, even if it sounds aesthetically pleasing.

DO NOT ASK HIM TO FIGHT BEEL THINK OF HIS HAIR!!!

Overall, 7/10 food!

Beelzebub

Everyone knows Beel has been banned from kitchen duty, but he felt really left out seeing you be able to cook with everyone else :(

When you were able to convince Lucifer to let him try cooking dinner with you he was so excited!

You ended up having to make like 3 batches of each thing, but it was worth it because he’s so cute!

You have to scold him sometimes when you catch his hand reaching for the food and he gives you a look like a guilty puppy.

He really does try to hold back his gluttony for you, you only had to use the pact once while cooking with him and that was only because he had a really rough practice and was starving.

You have to watch him when he helps prep ingredients so that they aren’t all eaten.

Overall, 4/10. It’s more like baby sitting while cooking with him, but he’s just so cute 🥺

Belphegor

The only reason he’s helping is because he gets to spend time with you (clingy).

He’s picked up a lot of cooking skills from centuries of making snacks for his twin.

He likes to make more classic, recognizable dishes like burgers because they’re easier and still taste good.

Sometimes it just turns into him laying on an unused counter and telling you what to do because he cannot be bothered to do it himself.

He likes to talk to you about some of the human food you like to eat, telling you about Devildom equivalents. (He wants to do better about reconnecting with human culture as he’s gotten closer with you)

Is the absolute master at managing his twin. He’s the only one who can convince a hungry Beelzebub to leave the kitchen without using magic or violence.

He’s a solid 8/10, points taken away because sometimes he doesn’t do any of the work.

#obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me asmodeus #satan obey me #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me mammon x reader #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me leviathan x reader #obey me satan x reader #obey me asmodeus x reader #obey me beelzebub x reader #obey me belphegor x reader #obey me mc

[ahtsumu]

the mystery of love ; kuroo tetsurou

pairing: kuroo tetsurou x f!reader

synopsis: kuroo tetsurou does not believe in soulmates. he believes in science, himself, and sometimes other people. but that doesn’t mean he can’t believe in love.

tag(s): sweet summer lovin’, friends to lovers, inspired by call my by your name, university student!kuroo tetsurou, lab intern!kuroo tetsurou, so much pining lol, fluff, angst, slow burn ; warning(s): profanity, mentions of alcohol ingestion (it’s legal bc they’re in italy!), suggestive themes ; wc: 4.8k

a/n: happy birthday tetsu!! i hope you guys like this. i really enjoyed writing it ♡

Kuroo Tetsurou does not believe in soulmates. He believes in science, himself, and sometimes other people. At least, that’s what he tells you. Sometimes you treat this information as a source of hope; other times, you’re not sure what to make of it.

This, you realise with his shoulder pressed against yours and both your bodies sprawled across his wrinkled bed sheets, is one of those other times. You turn your face to look at his.

“What?” he asks, one side of his mouth curling up in a smile.

For a moment, you wonder what would happen if you just said it. You could blame the alcohol. Get away with it scot-free. While you mull the option over in the dead silence of his room, your brain suddenly registers the music still playing from the living room. The low bass reverberating through the walls. How close your lips are. The sound of his breaths.

“Earth to Y/N?”

And like that, the little what-if that rose in your mind falls back with its tail between its legs. You bite your lip, look around his room like the walls have a script printed on them. Unfortunately, they do not.

“I was just thinking about my shirt.” It’s not great, but it’s the best you can do while still feeling the vodka and orange juice burn in your stomach. And smelling it on yourself.

Kuroo’s laugh booms through the room and you can’t help but giggle along with him. “I said I was sorry!” he says, hazel eyes twinkling with mirth. He pauses and glances at his closet, then nods his head in its direction. “Take a hoodie. Your pick.”

A smile–– one you try to downplay but fail miserably to–– creeps up your face. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Kuroo replies. “You can also shower here if you want. It's the least I can do after spilling my drink all over you.”

When you emerge from Kuroo’s bathroom in one of his thinner hoodies, a lot soberer and drying your hair, he’s not on the bed anymore. Quietly, you step out of his room and look for him through the house. People are crashed everywhere–– on the sofa, over the kitchen counter, even propped up against walls. The floor is covered with plastic cups and mysterious pools of liquid. Wrinkling your nose, you try your best to step around the messes, looking in every corner in the house for the raven-haired boy.

You find him back in his room, actually. He’s back on his bed scrolling through his phone, the light illuminating his sharp features. When he hears you close the door behind you, he looks up, eyes immediately zeroing in on the black hoodie over your torso. The corner of his mouth twitches up.

“Where’d you go?” you both ask at the same time. He chuckles; you grin. Crawling back onto the bed, you tell him to go first.

“I went around to make sure nothing’s broken,” he explains. “Perks of being the only sober intern in the house, I guess.”

A beat passes.

This house is rented. You forgot about that. All his expenses are paid for by your mother’s lab. You forgot about that. He fits in your world so well, like maybe he’s always had a spot there, that you forgot that Kuroo Tetsurou is only here for the summer.

“Right.”

Kuroo raises a brow. “And you?”

“I went to look for you.”

He smiles and holds his hands out like a magician at the end of a trick. “Well, you found me.”

“Yeah,” you muse. “I guess I did.” Aren’t you lucky.

With that, something shifts in the air. A contemplative expression crosses Kuroo’s face. Maybe he’s realised how his words come out sometimes. Kuroo often says things that sound like they have more than one meaning and it used to throw you off, but now you just go with it. You’ve even picked up that habit yourself. “Do you ever wish that you’d met someone earlier? Maybe under different circumstances?” he asks.

Sighing, you fall back against his mattress and stare up at the ceiling. Telling the truth feels easier when you can’t see him. “Yeah. All the time.” A few seconds pass. “Do you think we would’ve been friends if we went to the same college?”

He also lies down. You’re both back in the same positions you were in an hour ago, but something’s changed. “No,” he admits. You’re not surprised–– that’s what you’d expected. “I’d be a junior and you’d be a freshman. We probably would’ve never met. And even if we had, I wouldn’t be caught dead hanging out with a… freshie.” He chuckles softly at the end. “And look at me now,” he adds softly, more to himself than you. You look over at his face. A contemplative smile rests on his lips.

That urge to just say it returns.

“Kuroo, I think––”

“You’re my favourite p–– oh, my bad. You first.”

And it goes away again.

“Um, uh,” you stutter, “how long do you have left here?”

Kuroo raises his brows. “On this planet? Hopefully a while, Y/N.” He sees your unamused expression and drops the front. “Three more weeks.”

Your eyes widen. Eight weeks have already passed. Blood rushes to your ears. Eight entire weeks have already passed, meaning that in three weeks, Kuroo Tetsurou will leave forever. And in four, you will, too. Except you’ll come back. You’ve done so every summer since you were born, probably will do until you die.

But this place will never be the same as it used to. Not after him.

“Y/N?” Once everything comes back into focus, you see the concern riddling his features. “Everything okay?”

“Hmm? Yeah.”

Say it.

“You didn’t have too much to drink, right?”

Say it.

“I just got buzzed. What about you?”

“The only drink I was planning on having all went to your shirt.”

Say it.

“Kuroo.”

“Yeah?”

Not yet.

“Let’s go on an adventure.”

At two AM, everything is different. The streets feel different, the villas look different, and you–– you can’t put your finger on it but Kuroo Tetsurou has changed, too. He sits behind the wheel of your father’s white 1953 Cadillac with the convertible roof down, unruly hair blown back by the breeze, a euphoric grin stretched over his face. In the passenger’s seat, you sit with an equally large beam and your hands raised into the dark sky.

“Where to, Miss?” he shouts over the wind.

“The stars,” you shout back with a laugh. Kuroo’s cat-like eyes briefly flit over to your side profile, lips curving to form a smaller, more tender smile. But you miss that–– your gaze falls on him just a second after his return to the road.

“I heard you say Jack’s,” he says, smirking.

The 24/7 diner sticks out like a sore thumb in the row of sun-baked stucco and stone buildings with its bold neon lights and shiny exterior. During the day, it seems gaudy, way too American for a small town in northern Italy. But at night, this place feels like home. You’ve been stumbling into Jack’s completely shit-faced since you were sixteen. Of course, all those other times had been with the kids of your mother’s coworkers. All those other times, you could hardly remember what you even ordered when you woke up hours later.

But this time, you walk in with Kuroo Tetsurou at half-past-two in the morning, the chemicals running through your bloodstream epinephrine and dopamine, not ethanol; if you’re drunk then it’s on a feeling and your only poison is the boy next to you. You study his face and consider that thought. No, he’s not poison. He’s the antidote.

“Y/N!” the server exclaims, rushing over with two menus. “And Kuroo! My two favourite customers, but together this time!” Giovanni ushers you two to a booth by the window and takes your orders, purely for show, of course. He knows your orders by heart: the Lorenzo for Kuroo and the Quentin for you.

“With fries on both, please,” Kuroo adds, throwing you a wink. “Aren’t I a gentleman?”

“You only did that to have more for yourself,” you reply drily. Having him over at your house for dinner every night made picking up his idiosyncrasies so unbelievably easy. You know them like they’re your own. You know him like he’s your own.

Kuroo clutches his chest and pretends to be offended, then changes the conversation to what happened at the lab today, or rather, yesterday. That your mother and the other researchers are so close to finding a cure for the strain of virus that’s recently hit crickets in southern Italy.

“You should drop by again sometime,” he says. “Last time you came around was, what, two weeks ago?”

Your face breaks in a grin. “Are you saying you’ve missed me? Chemistry getting boring?” you tease, drawing a loud laugh from him.

“Sodium hydrogen, you little shit.” Your mother’s used this one on you before, but hearing it from him makes you giggle anyway.

Giovanni comes back with two plates, each loaded with fries. You both say your thanks and he retreats to the kitchen again, but not before wiggling his eyebrows at your reddening faces. Wordlessly, you grab your fork and knife and transfer at least half of your fries onto Kuroo’s plate. Kuroo stares at you with the slightest smile. That look sends your stomach into flips.

“What?” you question nonchalantly, cutting into your burger.

“Nothing,” he says, mirroring your actions. “Nothing at all.”

It’s hard to imagine that after spending almost every day together for eight weeks straight that there’s still more to learn about each other, but there is. You tell him more about your real home. Your best friend who called you at 3 AM last night because of timezones. Stories from every summer before this one, when you were a different person in the same place you are now.

He tells you more about Kenma, his best friend from high school. How they played on one of the best volleyball teams in Japan. Stories from training camp, literature class, the metro ride home after school–– you listen to every single one in rapt attention. There’s not enough time in the world for all the things you want to know about Kuroo Tetsurou, so you take what you can get. If only you’d known him before you’d known him.

“If we’d met earlier here, do you think we would’ve been friends?” you ask after paging Giovanni for the check.

“No,” he replies, picking up a few remaining fries with his fork instead of his fingers. The corners of your mouth turn up. That’s your thing. He considers the scenario seriously. “I think we met right when we should have.”

“What about the future?” you press, leaning into the conversation. “Let’s say we meet in two years here, instead of now. Would we be friends?”

Kuroo sets his fork down, eyes you steadily. “What’s this about?”

You blink. “What?”

“What’s with all these hypotheticals today?” Perhaps worried that he came off too harshly, Kuroo adds, “I thought I was the scientist.”

“I just… it feels like I’ve known you since forever.” This feels like it was meant to be, you don’t say. And I want to know you forever.

A sigh–– fond, but still a sigh–– blows through his lips. “Don’t tell me you believe in soulmates,” he says with a wicked grin.

“Are you calling me your soulmate?” The question, shamelessly genuine, painfully hopeful, leaves your mouth without you intending it to and you regret it instantly. Because Kuroo Tetsurou has told you many times that he does not believe in soulmates.

Is it so bad to dream, though?

You watch him carefully but he doesn’t say anything, just continues smiling wryly like you’d intended to tease him. Like he knows that you know better. But you don’t.

“Are you?” he suddenly replies. Sharp eyes hold yours, daring you to respond. Do you dare?

At that moment, Giovanni returns with the check. “Who’s paying?” he asks, unaware of the tense exchange that just occurred across the table. Inaudibly, you sigh in relief. Kuroo is about to say that it’s on him when he catches himself in the middle of his sentence, looks your way, then back to Giovanni. He says you’ll go Dutch. You nod in approval.

“So,” Kuroo drawls once you’ve both paid for your meals. “Where do we go from here?”

Good question.

Kuroo Tetsurou has never been to an outdoor club period. And though he’s been clubbing, he has never once gone dancing in his lifetime. You tell him that’s about to change as he parks the car in a lot near the venue. Before him, all your summer nights were spent here.

“You’ve been here for two months and you haven’t been to an outdoor club yet?” you ask while unbuckling your seatbelt. That can’t be possible. If you’d been in his shoes… an attractive college student in a foreign country for the summer, you would have gone wild.

“Nope. I’ve been a little busy, y’know, spending my days in a lab, handling chemicals, studying viruses, washing lab equipment, writing up reports for your mother and her colleagues, working on my own research on the side… the usual.” He flashes you a bright, sarcastic smile.

“Poor baby,” you coo, ruffling his hair. Kuroo laughs while you continue messing with the dark locks. “Was your first full day here the only tourist-day you’ve had so far?” His weekends, you already know, are spent either lounging around cafés, pools, or the great outdoors with you or the interns. But you’d assumed he’d had time to do some exploring on his own.

Kuroo nods. “And my guide wasn’t even that great,” he mutters, shooting you a dark look. “She sped through every attraction and hardly spoke a word outside of the tour to me. I think she hated me.”

You giggle and open the door, letting the music from the outdoor speakers infiltrate the bubble inside your car. “Maybe she was just nervous!” you say as you get out. That’s a lie.

“About what?” Kuroo follows suit, the gravel crunching beneath his feet. “I was so friendly to you and you just brushed me off each time.” He pouts.

But you don’t reply. Instead, you just grab his hands and pull him towards the venue. As you step into the boundaries marked by fairy lights and rustic wooden fences, Kuroo stops in his tracks and tugs on your intertwined hands. You glance down before up, trying to memorise how his hand looks around yours in the few seconds you can steal.

“Y/N,” Kuroo says. The strobe lights paint his skin pink, blue, purple like it’s a canvas. “Tell me why you were nervous.” Grammatically, it’s a command. And yet it sounds like he’s begging.

“What’s it mean to you?” you ask, feeling your heartbeat speed up in your chest. So what if you just… said it? What would happen?

“Everything?” he replies with a cheeky smile. The odds that he seriously means that are slim. But… they’re there. You shake that possibility out of your mind. That’s just the hope talking.

“Depends how convincingly you say it.” You tug on his arm. “C’mon. Let’s dance.” But he doesn’t budge–– he just continues to stand by the entrance of the club with an expectant look on his face. People are starting to stare.

“Fine,” you say with an eye roll. “I’ll tell you." Kuroo smirks, something self-congratulatory ready to leave his mouth, but then you let go of his hand and dance backwards into the throng of moving bodies. “But first, you’re gonna have to dance with me!” 

You allow yourself to be swallowed by the lively music, the people, the moment. Seconds later you’re deep enough into the crowd that you lose sight of Kuroo. Something in you says that he’ll show up soon, though. For now, you let yourself breathe. Forget about the heaviness of what-if’s, the itch to confess, the dread of the aftermath. Feelings are a lot like gravity. Sometimes they keep you grounded, other times, they weigh you down. This is one of those other times.

You dance up to a friendly-looking group of teens your age. Three guys and two girls. You shout your name and follow up with how it’s nice to meet them, hoping one of them finds you nice enough to keep around. Dancing alone in a club is one of the worst things that can ever happen to someone. Luckily, one of the girls–– the one wearing a purple wig–– pulls you in for a hug, drunkenly shouting back, “Bianca!” Bianca pushes you into their circle next to one of the guys and, just like that, you two start moving to the beat, feeling it in your feet, shoulders, hips. At one point, you turn around and take a good look at his face. The guy’s cute enough, but he’s not Kuroo. Still, you say nothing as he moves closer to you and grabs your hand, lifting it up and motioning for you to twirl.

Suddenly, a pair of hands grip firmly onto your waist and pull you out of the circle. “Hey!” You look down, suddenly realising they’re Kuroo’s. A shiver runs down your spine. He spins you around to face him. His lips are set in a firm line, eyes completely devoid of humour, nostrils slightly flared.

“Hi,” you say quietly, testing the waters.

“Hi,” he replies curtly. His hands are still on your waist. Selfishly, you choose not to point that out. Instead, you try to defuse the situation with a light question. Playful tone.

“Where were you this whole time?”

“Looking for you.”

“Well… you found me.” You flash him a sheepish grin. A peace offering of some sort.

“I did.” He doesn’t take it.

“Lucky you.”

Irritation finally seeps through his features. “You just left me on the dance floor!” he snaps. “And then when I find you after searching the entire venue, you’re dancing up on some random guy!”

“It was in good fun!” you retort, wriggling out of his grip. “And I wasn’t dancing up on him.” You want to ask if he’s jealous so badly, but you take a good look at his face and decide against that.

“Fun?” he asks incredulously. “Worrying about losing you, worrying about myself getting lost, then having to worry about that guy after finding you isn’t very fucking fun to me, Y/N!” The words fly out of his mouth like daggers without pause. Once finished, he looks at you with a disappointed gaze, shaking his head lightly, chest rising and falling with each heavy breath.

“I’m sorry,” you say, looking down at your shoes. It doesn’t matter if you disagree with him–– a sort of shame drills itself so deeply into your conscience that all you can think about is making things right again. “I didn’t think my actions through.”

A second passes. You wonder what he’s thinking.

“Hey, look at me.” Kuroo lifts your chin up with an index finger. Your wide eyes meet his narrow ones. Just as a pink beam glides over his face, his gaze softens, falls down to your lips. And then you feel his thumb on your chin, barely grazing the skin of your bottom lip. His Adam’s apple bobs up and down. The revelry in the background fades to dull beats against your eardrums. Suddenly, you register that he smells of, as usual, blackcurrant and amber.

But now you also smell of blackcurrant and amber.

You’re wearing his clothes. You smell of him.

Kuroo’s eyes crawl back up to yours, wide like he’s just been caught in the middle of a crime. You blink expectantly, ignoring the furious way your heart pounds in your chest. Shallow breaths puff through your slightly parted mouth.

“I am.” It comes out barely a whisper. C’mon. Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me kiss me kiss me kiss me kiss me kiss me––

You gently touch the hand he has on your chin. Kuroo jolts back like he’s been burned. “I’ll, uhm, I’ll be in the car,” he stutters, looking away from your face. He pushes through the sea of people, leaving you all alone on the dance floor, body doused in blue light, fingers touching the area his thumb had been as if preserving its print.

Kuroo hardly notices you slip into the passenger’s seat minutes later. He’s got his forearms hanging over the steering wheel and gaze fixed ahead into the darkness, mind probably running off to a place he wishes his body was, too.

As soon as you’ve buckled yourself in, Kuroo starts the car.

The entire drive home is silent.

Once Kuroo pulls into your courtyard and parks, he turns off the engine, unbuckles his seatbelt, and steps out of the car. Wordlessly, you follow his actions and meet him by the stairs to your door.

“Hi,” you say quietly. He doesn’t look at you.

“Hey.”

The two of you stand outside your front door in silence as you both consider what to say next. This can’t be the way it ends.

“I shouldn’t have… done that,” Kuroo says first.

“Done what?” You choose to play dumb. Call it selfish, but you want to hear him say it. Maybe then it’ll feel as real as it had been. Kuroo sighs and leans his shoulder against the stone wall, crossing his arms over his chest. There’s no way he can dance around what happened. Perhaps the past two months can be summed up as the development of a strong friendship with skilled doublespeak and metaphors and just enough artistic licence, but this can’t. And Kuroo knows that. He can’t feed you an alternative truth like he’s done so many times before. What’s more, he can’t lie to himself anymore. So maybe it’s better just to not speak at all.

Your eyes burn holes into the side of his face. Fine. You’ll concede first. “I was never nervous.”

Kuroo blinks, turns his head around to look at you. “What?”

“I was never nervous. I was playing it cool because I didn’t want to risk befriending you and getting attached.” I’m still playing it cool, you don’t say. And I’m already attached. “Guess I just came off as a bitch instead.” You laugh. “But can you blame me? You were this cute, older guy. Smart, too, since you were interning with my mom. You were my dream guy.”

An amused breath blows out of his nose. “Were?” he questions, grinning, only remembering the fragility of your platonic relationship a second later. “Um––”

“Are.” It slips out of your mouth without you realising. Fuck. Kuroo stills. It’s too late to take back your words now, so you might as well just keep going. “You still are my dream guy.”

Seconds pass and neither of you says anything. Sweat gathers in the palms of your hands. You start to feel your heartbeat through your neck. The buzz of the cicadas grows louder. Oppressive. Behind Kuroo, the sky is starting to turn pale blue and pink in the horizon. That means it’s almost sunrise. The night is almost over, and, hopefully, so is this awful conversation.

“And… you don’t feel the same.” Funnily, you feel like you’re lying. You’re telling Kuroo how he feels and you think you’re lying. Does that make sense? None of this night even feels real. God, you hope this has all just been a dream. Mustering a soft smile, you say, “That’s okay. Thank you for the party. And the adventure.” It was fun while it lasted. You feel the house key in your pocket and turn to unlock the door. “I hope this doesn’t change anything between us, Kuroo. Can we still be friends?” The words leave your mouth feeling like barbed wire. You know damn well you can’t still be friends.

And suddenly, you feel his calloused hands around your cheeks. Suddenly, his hot breath fans over your face.

“Can I kiss you?” he murmurs.

Your eyes close instantly. “Yes, please.”

And suddenly, his soft lips are on yours.

Kuroo breaks the kiss seconds later. “Fuck,” he whispers, resting his forehead against yours, touching the tips of your noses together. “Y/N, I don’t want to be friends. Fuck.” A dry chuckle leaves his mouth. He pauses to collect his thoughts but decides that that can wait. Instead, he presses another kiss to your lips so fervently that he backs you up against the wall with no space between your bodies. You wonder if he can feel your heartbeat like this, chest to chest. Kuroo’s hands travel down your waist and rest on your hips. His tongue runs across your tongue, your teeth, the insides of your mouth. You gently suck on it, drawing a satisfied moan from him. When the kiss ends, you see that his lips are red and cheeks are swollen. A warm feeling spreads through your chest. “I thought I could be happy just being friends with you but I can’t. I want you so bad it hurts. Not to mention, when I saw you in my hoodie?” His fingers pinch the material. “I thought God was testing me or some shit.”

“Sure didn’t feel like you wanted me that way,” you retort, still breathless.

“In my defence,” Kuroo says, thumbs tracing your cheekbones, “I was very scared.”

“Of what?”

It looks like he’s about to tell you, but he changes his mind and doesn’t answer. He grabs your hand and pulls you back to the car with a cheeky grin. “I’ll tell you only if you tell me where we can watch the sunrise.”

Kuroo holds your hand, stroking your thumb the entire drive there.

After a short hike, you plop down on the grassy hillside, supporting your body with outstretched arms in the back. Kuroo sits down beside you with one of his hands covering yours, fingers intertwined like a honeysuckle vine around a hazel tree. You tell him that you grew up running along this hill with your parents. It used to be your playground. Maybe, you think, it’s time to make new memories here.

“Beautiful,” Kuroo breathes, a wonderstruck look in his eyes. The sun’s just risen halfway above the pink and blue horizon, the saturated orange casting the entire city below gold. It’s not just the city, though. He’s also gold. He’s just as beautiful. You watch him with a soft smile on your lips, noting how his wide eyes and slack jaw return to normal as he stares off into the distance. After resting your head on his shoulder, you fix your eyes on the sunrise ahead. You wonder what he’s thinking so quietly about.

“Penny for your thoughts?” you finally ask once the sun has finished revealing itself.

Kuroo blinks, returning to reality, but continues to stare straight ahead. “I was just thinking about… soulmates.”

You lift your head off his shoulder. “Don’t tell me you believe in soulmates now,” you tease.

“Hmm.” He turns to look at you, the sun turning his hazel eyes the colour of honey. That same wry smirk from Jack’s returns to his face.

“You wanna know why I was so scared?”

“Pray tell.”

“Because I’ve never felt this way towards anyone.”

“That’s bullshit.”

“No,” Kuroo laughs, laying his head down in your lap, looking up into your eyes. “I’m serious. I used to purposely stay away from girls in high school. Same in college. Same all the way until you somehow wormed your way into my life. That’s why we wouldn’t have been friends.” You cock your head to the side.

“Why?” you ask, running your fingers through his hair.

Kuroo’s eyelids flutter shut. He inhales deeply before talking. “My parents are divorced. The years before the divorce were… very ugly.” 

(He spares you the details of the midnight arguments, the smashed plates, the holes in the walls. He spares you the details of how he only ever knew how to fall asleep with his head sandwiched between two pillows, how he hasn’t seen his sister in a decade, how he’ll curse and snap but never yell because he always feels like a child again around the noise. That’s for another time, if you’ll have any.) 

“I still remember all the fighting and yelling. For the longest time, that’s all I knew about marriage and relationships.”

“Did you think all relationships were like that? Fighting and yelling?” you ask.

“For a while, yeah. I’m still a little scared of that, to be honest. Ending up in a relationship where all you do is fight.” Kuroo sighs. “But that’s not the only thing. I thought I wouldn’t know how to love someone, growing up like that.” At that, your fingers pause in his hair.

“Wait,” you say, furrowing your brows. A wave of immense sadness (not for yourself, for him) washes over you. “You think you wouldn’t know how to love someone else?”

“Thought.” Kuroo cracks open his eyes and smiles up at you. “I’m in the process of changing my mind.”

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[mage-ellie]

Birthday Boy

AN: He continues to rot my brain, but I am okay with this. Just a quick lil oneshot for Akechi’s birthday <3 I wrote this in like an hour so i'm sorry if it seems rushed or messy hadkjfhkjd. It's definitely not my best work lmao.

Original post: Click me!

Word count: 1592

Content: Fluff, end game spoilers, pancakes

The ex-detective exhaled softly as he reached the subway station, glad that the day was finally coming to an end. Going to college and doing his best to stay out of the eyes of the public was exhausting work. Thankfully, during his time out of the spotlight, he had managed to evade nearly every paparazzi and journalist that came his way. 

Akechi glanced at his phone as he hopped onto the train to Shibuya in order to get home, only for a slight feeling of shock to overcome him for a brief moment. On his screen was your name, with a text message attached. All the message had was an unfamiliar address to what seemed to be a restaurant in Minato City, as well as a reservation time. 

Despite the confusion that ran through his veins, you had piqued his interest. He thought it wouldn't hurt to stop by. He needed to eat dinner anyways. Although, he did his best to deny that he was hoping to see you there.

As Akechi approached the restaurant you had mentioned, he wondered if that message had just been a mistake and that you had meant to send it to someone else. However, as he approached the doors, the hostess behind the counter perked up and grabbed a menu.

"Good evening, Akechi-san. Your table is right this way." The hostess chirped as she beckoned for him to follow her. 

He did his best to put on a pleasant face and followed along behind her. His confusion only grew as he took a seat at a table for one. He now knew that you definitely had something planned, but he had no idea what.

"Your server will be with you in just a moment." She said to the young man, then walked away to seat some other customers who had entered the building.

Akechi glanced over the menu items, taking a moment to decide on what he wanted before he had to place his order. Although, before he could fully decide on what he wanted, a figure appeared in the corner of his vision. He immediately plastered a smile on his face and turned his head, only to be met by you. He had been expecting you to join him for dinner, not serve him.

"Good evening, Akechi. Have you decided on what you want? Or would you like a few more minutes?" You asked him, a soft smile gracing your face. He could almost feel the smugness rolling off you in waves. You were clearly proud of what you were pulling.

"I haven't yet. Do you have any suggestions?" He responded, smiling up at you in return. The feeling of his smile curling upwards towards his eyes was foreign to him, and yet, it wasn't unpleasant.

"Hmm..." You trailed off as you reached over and opened the menu to point out the items. "I enjoy the chicken tender combo meal. As well as the cheeseburger and fries. I think you might enjoy the T-bone steak." You told him, earning a huff of a laugh in response. You looked over at him and raised an eyebrow, wondering what he found so amusing.

"Still a picky eater I see." He teased, not missing the surprise that flashed across your face.

"Sorry for knowing what I like." You quipped, giving him a playful glare in return. You watched as his smile turned into more of a smirk as you held eye contact. 

"Well, I'll take the cheeseburger and fries with a water then. Hold the onions please." He said, closing the menu as you wrote down his order, then handed it to you.

"Sure thing. I'll be back soon with your drink." You told him, giving him one last happy smile before you turned and walked back towards the kitchen. You couldn't believe that he actually came. You had figured that a message like that would catch his attention, but you didn't expect him to actually show up.

As you put in his order, you also put in an order for the deluxe pancake breakfast meal. You knew he hated the word, but you were pretty sure that he still loved the food item. Plus, it was a free meal for his birthday. Could he really complain?

Once the cooks had finished his burger, you quickly took it to him. 

"Alright. Here you go." You said as you placed down the plate. "Do you need anything else?" You asked him, tilting your head.

"No. Thank you." He hummed, unable to hold back his smile. 

"I hope you enjoy." You responded, giving him another smile as you left to tend to some other tables. 

You made sure to keep an eye on him as he ate. You didn't want him to leave before you could give him his dessert. 

Finally, he wiped his face with a napkin before placing it on the table next to his plate. Now was the perfect time to bring him his gift.

You sneakily grabbed the plate from the window and approached him from behind quietly, hoping that he wouldn't turn around and ruin your surprise. When you entered his line of sight, a look of shock colored his face as his eyes landed on the small stack of pancakes that were covered in whipped cream and fresh fruit.

"Happy Birthday, Akechi." You said softly, feeling your heart race in your chest as you placed the food in front of him. He looked so conflicted as he stared at it, then slowly raised his eyes to look at you. You could practically see the gears turning in his head as he tried to formulate a response.

After a moment of silence, a genuine smile slid up his pink tinted cheeks as he finally accepted your gift.

"You remembered..." He murmured as he looked back down and picked up a fork. 

"Of course I did." You giggled lightly, watching as he began cutting up the fluffy breakfast cakes.

"Are you going to sing to me too?" He asked, smirking up at you.

"I think we'd both rather die than have me sing to you in public." You quipped, earning a laugh in response. 

Once he stopped, he took a moment to look at you before he asked his next question.

"Will you join me?" He inquired, looking a little hopeful. It took a second for his words to sink into your brain. This wasn't the outcome you had expected at all.

"I suppose I could take my 15 minute break now." You said as you removed the apron that hung around your waist. Before you took a seat beside him in the small booth, Akechi stood and stole one of the appetizer plates from the table next to his.

He quickly sliced up the pancakes and placed some on the smaller plate, then looked up at you expectantly.

"I can't eat all of this by myself." He said, looking down at you as you sat.

All you did was giggle in response as you stole a knife and fork from that same table so that you could eat with him. 

You both stayed quiet as you began eating; just enjoying each others company for the first time in nearly three years. The last time you ate together was the night before you invaded Sae's palace. You all went out to dinner for one final hurrah as a Phantom Thief.

"Thank you." He mumbled, unable to look at you. You didn't miss the sad expression that overcame him as he spoke. "It's been a while since I've spent time with someone like this. I can't remember the last time I celebrated my birthday." He finished, still looking down at his near empty plate. 

"Sorry for not messaging you sooner. I planned on doing this last year, but to be honest, I chickened out." You laughed awkwardly, shifting uncomfortably in your seat.

"No need to apologize." Akechi chuckled, finally looking at you with a vulnerability you've never seen from him before. "I... appreciate the fact that you decided to do it at all." He hummed. He had changed a lot since the last time you had spoken with him. You kind of liked these changes.

"L/N-san, your break time is over." Your boss barked, making you jump.

"Oops." You muttered as you stood and retied your apron around your waist. Akechi just laughed as he watched you hustle to get back to work.

"Hypothetically, if I were to come back tomorrow evening for dinner, would you serve me again?" He asked hesitantly, carefully watching your expression.

"Not tomorrow. However, if you hypothetically came back the day after, I would." You told him, watching as one last smile curled up his cheeks as you handed him the bill for his burger.

You waved goodbye to him as he exited the little restaurant and went on his way, relieved beyond belief that that had gone as well as it did. This was surely something you would be gloating about to the Thieves when you got off work. You could easily picture the jealous look on Akira's face.

As Akechi opened his wallet to put away his copy of the receipt, he noticed something written on the back of it. "It was nice to see you again. I've missed you :) -Y/N" 

It took all of his willpower to keep himself from smiling like an idiot as he made his way towards the subway station. He knew he would find himself visiting that restaurant again in the near future.

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[justoneofthoseghosts]

Wed me + brettsey maybe a proposal 🥰☺️

Matt thanks the server who escorts them to their table in a secluded part at the back of the room. He watches as the server pulls out Sylvie’s plush chair and wait for her to sit before pushing it back in. He glances at his girlfriend, who looks completely radiant in a black, cap sleeved midi length dress. Her hair is half pinned up, the rest cascading over her shoulders in loose waves.

He’s admittedly a bit nervous. He pats his coat pocket to make sure for the tenth time that evening that the small ring box is still there. Somewhere between checking thirty minutes ago and now, he imagines it may have evaporated or jumped out of his pocket.

Yeah, he’s slowly losing his mind, he knows this, but he’s doing it tonight. He’s finally proposing to Sylvie Brett and he wants to make sure everything goes right.

He booked a table at Alinea telling Sylvie he wanted to take her out to a fancy dinner. Truth be told, he’s been holding on to this ring for a month trying to figure out the best way to do it.

And so here they are. Matt envisions after dessert, he’ll bring out the ring, get down on one knee and ask her to marry him, hoping that she’ll say yes.

It’s the perfect plan. Nothing, he thinks, will go wrong tonight.

It turns out, the universe has other plans. He thinks some higher power must be laughing at his proclamation that this night was going to go off without a hitch.

There’s barely into their third course when he hears the distinct sound of a fire alarm. He looks at Sylvie who raises her eyebrows. She seems to have heard it too so it’s not all in his head and caused by the stress of proposing.

This is just great, Matt thinks. He spots a server walking over to them and he knows they’re about to be evacuated.

Fan-freaking-tastic.

He helps Sylvie back into her coat and they make their way out of the restaurant calmly. When they step out, he sees the lieutenant on Engine 51 from first shift overseeing the scene. He and Sylvie walk over to the older firefighter to check on what’s going on.

“Small kitchen fire but my guys got it covered,” the lieutenant says before noticing Matt and Sylvie’s attire, “date night?”

Sylvie laughs, “yeah, Matt convinced me to celebrate our second year anniversary tonight.”

“Oh? Congratulations. When was it?” the older man asks, making small talk.

“Six months ago,” Sylvie quips, eyeing Matt with a small smirk on her face.

Matt thought it was the most plausible excuse and Sylvie would not have agreed otherwise knowing how expensive Alinea was. They weren’t able to celebrate their anniversary anyway since they got caught up in a week long arson investigation so he thought killing two birds with one stone wasn’t such a bad idea.

The Engine crew emerges from the back of the restaurant, “all clear, Lieutenant.”

Matt sighs. He’s been a firefighter long enough to know that they won’t be getting back inside anytime soon. So much for the perfect night. Matt bites back a groan and the urge to stomp his feet like a little child throwing a temper tantrum. He wanted it to be flawless and it almost was until some line cook haphazardly started a fire. the one night it just had to happen.

He hears Sylvie bid good night to Engine and feels her loop her arm through his, pulling him closer as they walk back to where his truck is parked.

“I know it’s not Alinea but how about we get some cheeseburgers and milkshakes from that diner in the Ukrainian Village instead?” she asks, smiling, trying to console him. He thinks Sylvie can sense his disappointment in the sudden change of their plans.

God, he really loves this woman. He doesn’t even have to say a word and somehow, she just knows.

Matt relaxes slightly before replying, “that sounds great.”

They walk hand in hand into the small diner they’ve both grown to love, still in their fancy outfits. They slide into a booth as a waitress comes by with laminated menus. Both opt to order a cheeseburger with waffle fries on the side. Sylvie manages to convince the waitress to allow them to order Neapolitan milkshakes even if they weren’t on the menu. She says she remembers her dad buying a giant tub of Dreyer’s Neapolitan ice cream when she was a kid and got this sudden wave of nostalgia to have something similar again.

They swap stories, the ones that they haven’t told each other yet over the last two and a half years. Sylvie tips her head back laughing as Matt details how he tried to stop Kelly and Andy from skinny dipping in Lake Michigan on a dare one night in late fall. He failed spectacularly and the other two spent a week sick in bed.

As they start to dig into their food, Sylvie not caring that the grease from the burger is ruining her immaculate makeup, Matt begins to realize that it doesn’t matter where he proposes or how or if he had a list a feet long about all the ways to make the night perfect. He knows whenever he does it, he will remember it for the rest of his life because looking at Sylvie now, the important thing is, she’ll hopefully soon agree to be his wife.

When they get back to their townhouse, he opens the door and watches as Sylvie takes off her heels and places them on the shoe rack by the door. She shrugs off her coat and hangs it on the coat rack.

Matt knows now is the moment so he reaches for his pocket and pulls out the small ring box, opening it, relieved to find the diamond ring still intact, gleaming in the dim hallway light. He takes a deep breathe and thinks it’s now or never.

“Sylvie.”

“Hmm?” she hums before turning around.

Matt gets down on one knee, holding out the box to her, “I thought this night would go very differently. I had it all planned down to the last second of me doing this but I think like how we didn’t see each other coming, not everything can be foreseen.”

He sees the understanding in her eyes and how she is likely thinking the same thing as he is. If you told him five years ago that he would be asking Sylvie Brett to marry him, he would have laughed and called you crazy but life’s full of those curveballs and Sylvie might just be the best one yet.

“Will you marry me?” he asks, his voice confident, not betraying how fast his heart is beating at the moment, how it's like it wants to escape his chest.

There’s a beat before Sylvie nods and utters a soft yes. Her eyes are shiny with unshed tears and Matt feels himself getting emotional too. He gets up and strides over to her, kissing her with all he’s got. He feels Sylvie's hand slide up to cup his face. It's the most perfect moment, he thinks. He would not have traded this for anything else - it happened exactly the way it should have.

When they part for air, he slips the ring onto Sylvie's finger and she quietly admires the new, glittering diamond adorning her hand. She smiles at him, "I love you."

"I love you," he echoes before carrying her bridal style into their bedroom.

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[novelconcepts]

Jamie & Dani short prompt- Online Dating au meeting online and being from bad past relationship. Thank u

This is probably a bad idea. It is, isn’t it? Almost certainly.

Why is she here?

Dani Clayton has been playing this particular set of thoughts--bad idea, terrible idea, why would you do this?--on repeat for three days. Ever since setting up that dating profile. Ever since realizing there isn’t much use in setting up a dating profile if you’re not going to use it. 

Oh, it’s all fun and games, building the thing. Find a photo that accentuates all the best parts of your face--Dani, after an hour of careful consideration, wound up going with one that accentuated her hair, more than anything, but she suspects the same idea counts. Then, the profile. What do you like? Teaching, long walks, new experiences, bad coffee. What don’t you like? 

Men, she’d thought, and snorted aloud into her wine before settling on: Deep water, accordion music, expectations, being called Danielle. 

A little more flourish, tipsy keystrokes, a casually-framed short-version of her life. Perfect. And then...well, then you hit the publish button, don’t you? You decide, for better or worse, to jump off this diving board and see just how far you can stand to swim before the energy gives out on you.

The faces appearing before her hadn’t been bad, certainly. Pretty, most of them. Interesting, a few. Still, she hadn’t swiped right on any--once or twice, because she’d forgotten which way meant yes please, but mostly because no one seemed quite...right. Which, she’d thought, was silly. The whole point of an app like this is to cast as many nets as possible and see what comes up. The whole point is to have fun. 

But every time she’d hovered over a promising image, a woman who likes dogs, or plays the violin, or goes rock-climbing in her spare time, she’d thought of him. Eddie. Who had taken one yes to a single date, and tried to make a whole life with her out of it. 

Eddie, who had taken her two decades to pull away from. 

What if the women here were the same? Not Eddie, exactly, but--presumptive. What if they believed a swipe-right was as good as a marriage proposal? What if she got bound up in conversation, and then a date, and then a relationship with someone else who just didn’t fit right?

Left. Left. Left. 

And then: the mistake.

She hadn’t meant to swipe right. Exactly. She hadn’t planned, maybe is the better way of putting it, on swiping right. She’d only wanted to look at the woman’s profile a little longer. Only wanted to inspect the facets this woman had put out on display with almost resigned simplicity. 

Some people, Dani had by now realized, wrote poetry and paragraphs to describe themselves. 

Jamie Taylor had bullet points.

“Gardener. English. Likes: Plants. Stories. Tea. Dislikes: Bullshit.”

The end. That had been quite literally the sum of it. Gardener. English. No bullshit.

But the picture, somehow, Dani hadn’t been able to look away from. Not because of carefully-arranged lighting, not because of a curated model-clean image--but because the woman appeared to have posted the photo almost under duress. It came in profile, as though someone else had done the job, her head turned toward the camera as if interrupted. Her hands were buried in a flower pot. Her clothes were simple--a tank top, a silver chain resting against the jut of collarbones, a pair of worn-looking jeans with holes in the knees. Her eyes--some fascinating color Dani couldn’t quite place--looked somewhere between amused and irritated. 

She looked real. 

Stupid, Dani thinks now--because that was probably the idea, wasn’t it? This woman, Jamie, had planned to look exactly this way. Real. Vexed at the idea of putting herself out there. Reluctantly available. 

It was a ploy, certainly--but one that seems to be working, because not only did Dani accidentally-not-accidentally swipe right, she found herself texting the woman. For hours. She’d expected much less, had figured this Jamie person would be as brief in text as she had been in bio, but...

Jamie had talked to her. Willingly. Teasingly, with more humor than truth, maybe, but with no sign at all that she was sick of Dani’s questions, bad jokes, nervous assessment that I really don���t do this, I honestly don’t get it. 

I don’t, either, Jamie had replied, and that had felt like enough of a reason to keep testing the waters. Enough of a reason to keep the conversation going back and forth, back and forth, until nearly two in the morning.

Shit, she’d said. I need to be at work in four hours. 

Shame, Jamie had replied, her tone already searingly familiar over text. Own your own business, make your own hours. Far wiser approach. 

I’ll make a note of it for when I found an elementary school, Dani had replied, laughing. She hadn’t said she’d already been in bed for an hour, the phone resting on the pillow beside her head so she wouldn’t miss the buzz of a new message. It had seemed perfectly reasonable at the time, with wine-warmed blood and the happy haze of good conversation. Jamie made her laugh. Jamie put her at ease. Jamie might not have been real, but she felt real, and that was good. 

Better than anything she’d felt in years, if she was honest with herself. 

Still, when the next day had come and gone with no message, she’d thought, Fair enough. Jamie had been good virtual company for one night. It was more than she’d expected to get out of this app.

Far more than she’d expected, particularly when Thursday night rolled around and her phone buzzed.

Teacher, yeah? No school on Saturday?

Correct, Dani had replied, as amused by the out-of-left-field text as she was irritated with how her stomach had flipped over upon receiving it. You have figured out the complexity of the American school system. 

I am a genius, Jamie sent back, followed quickly by: Drinks tomorrow night? 

Drinks. A thing that people do. A thing that adult people do for date reasons. 

She isn’t real, she’d thought, even as her thumb was punching back: How’s 8? Miller’s?

A mistake. Definitely a mistake. Because the app had been a lark, and the conversation had been too easy, and the fact that she can’t quite pick out the colors in Jamie’s eyes from a single photo is making her crazier than she’d like to admit. 

A mistake, saying yes. A mistake, suggesting the local pub-like establishment around the corner, whose beer-and-burger specials had kept her fed on too many evenings spent working late. A mistake, because once this goes south--as it’s absolutely bound to, as everything Eddie-shaped always has--she’s going to lose her favorite hangout in the deal, too.

And yet: here she is. Standing at the door, wondering if the outfit chosen for the evening festivities--tight jeans, pink blouse, hoop earrings--is too much or not nearly enough. 

What am I doing here?

Maybe, she thinks with mingled alarm and hope, she won’t even have showed up. Maybe it’s all part of the ruse: look approachable, look human and normal, look a little too beautiful in the most grounded way possible--then, cheerfully, invite a woman to drinks and just don’t show. A fun story for whoever comes next. Can you believe she thought I’d want to meet her after one night of texting?

“Dani?” 

English, Dani thinks with a sudden rush of heat. Right. Somehow, she hadn’t quite been prepared for the accent, which--coming out of this woman, draped with languid ease at a table--is truly a little more than Dani thinks she can handle just now. The accent, combined with the mess of curls dragged back from her face, and a dress sense that manages to be both casual and deeply attractive at the same time, is...

“Jamie,” she says, her voice a little lower, a little more hoarse, than is truly necessary. The woman pushes up from her seat, a small-framed figure in a black button-down, suspenders, ripped jeans. She’s pressing a hand toward Dani, offering a firm shake as though they are business partners, not an off-the-cuff bad idea of a date. “You look--”

“Never been here before,” Jamie says, almost apologetically. She gestures for Dani to sit before dropping back down in a sprawl that implies exactly the opposite of what her mouth is insisting. “Wasn’t sure about the, ah, dress code.”

“You--you did fine,” Dani tells her, wishing suddenly she’d gone for a dress. Or a  different human body altogether. She feels too tightly-strung, too anxious for the easy smile on Jamie’s lips. “Um. You’re very. In person.”

“Very,” Jamie repeats, a hint of uncertainty in her voice. “Is very American for wish I’d gone left, after all?”

“No. No. Absolutely not. That.” Bit too forceful, she suspects, judging by the smile spreading into a grin. “No, it’s just--your picture didn’t--tell me you’d be so...”

“Clean?” Jamie suggests innocently. She raises her hands, wiggling her fingers in a small wave. “Scrub up fine, when I need to. Seemed to call for it.”

“And you...sure did answer,” Dani says stupidly. “The. Call, I mean. I’m sorry, I really don’t do this often.”

Something seems to soften in Jamie, her smile less teasing as she leans across the table. “Hey, no worries here. Same person you were talking to the other night.”

Dani nods, embarrassed, and flags down a server. Drinks ordered, she draws in a deep breath.

“I mean, I haven’t done this in years. Or. Ever, I guess.”

“A first date?” Jamie asks. When Dani doesn’t answer, she adds in a knowing tone, “A date with a woman?”

“Both,” Dani says honestly. “My last relationship was--well, I mean, we were engaged--”

Jamie whistles under her breath, reaching up to scratch her head. “Blimey. What happened?”

“He’s...him.” It’s too much to go into on a first date, too much to explain, even though talking to Jamie over text had been so dangerously easy. “My best friend growing up, but that was...growing up.”

Jamie nods thoughtfully, tilting her chin in thanks when the server deposits two full pint glasses and a basket of fries on the table. “Rough time, sounds like. I can relate. My last relationship also did not go well.”

“Was he also a man who thought you’d be all too happy to quit your job and take care of a bunch of babies?” Dani asks, perhaps a little too bitterly for the occasion. Jamie flashes another grin, sipping her drink.

“She was a woman who thought I’d be all too happy to take the fall when she got busted for possession.”

Dani gapes. “Oh. Oh--I didn’t know--I’m so--”

Jamie shrugs. “She wasn’t wrong. I was nineteen, and deeply stupid. Live and learn, as the poets say.”

“Which poets?” Dani asks, smiling a little. Jamie’s brow furrows.

“John...Lennon, possibly? Hard to say. Anyway, relationships are a chore and a half, but the greatest people in the world tell me thirty is too old to play musical bedframes, so. Here we are.”

No bullshit, thinks Dani approvingly. For what little she’d put into her profile, Jamie evidently hadn’t been lying about that.

“You haven’t been in a relationship since you were nineteen?”

“In my mind, I was still in the relationship at twenty-four, when they let me out. She didn’t agree. Found out she’d been married two years, by then.” Something darkens in Jamie’s eyes for a moment. She sighs. “Like I said. Not my finest. But I am, as they say, a shining beacon of reform these days.”

“Now, when you say they,” Dani teases, grinning. Jamie nods decisively. 

“John Lennon. Definitively.”

There it is, thinks Dani, watching Jamie pop a fry into her mouth. There, the easy roll of conversation from the other night. As though they’ve known each other forever. As though two people who have thus far failed irrevocably at relationships make a perfect match.

Easy, she thinks. Don’t go wild, now. 

“So,” she says, when the comfortable silence between them has grown a bit too comfortable for the setting, “who are the greatest people in the world? The ones who tell you thirty is too old for...did you say musical bedframes?”

Jamie laughs. The ring of it curls gently around Dani’s head like a soft hand, a sound she’ll find herself replaying later with a skipping heart. 

“Not many willing to put up with a grump of my caliber, but Hannah and Owen fight the good fight. So long as I at least pretend to try.”

“Let me guess. They set up the account for you?”

Jamie makes a sort of gesture in the air with the hand not holding her glass. “Threatened to bury me in puns and children, respectively, if I kept putting it off. Owen’s still grumpy about the photo choice.”

“I liked it,” Dani says without thinking. Jamie raises an eyebrow.

“Well, you did swipe as much. Mind if I ask why?”

Walked into this one. Still, she doesn’t mind as much as she probably should, not with the genuine curiosity in Jamie’s eyes. “You looked--don’t laugh.”

“No promises,” Jamie says, but with the gentle tone of one who knows exactly how much to tease before it’ll hurt. The idea warms Dani in a way she’s not quite ready to look at yet.

“You looked real,” Dani says. “Like you weren’t going to play games, or waste anyone’s time. Like you just wanted to be happy in peace.”

“That is,” Jamie says, holding out a fry for Dani to take, “sort of the idea, yeah.”

There’s an almost puzzled cast to her smile, like she didn’t entirely expect this answer, and is pleased by it at the same time. That same sense from the photo sweeps over Dani now--that this woman is authentic, even if she’s not always shiny, that she’s kind even if not entirely clean. That she doesn’t have any interest in muddled expectation or living a comfortable lie.

“And me?” Dani asks. She doesn’t entirely mean to--but she’s sure, in asking, that Jamie will answer. Jamie is unlike anyone else she’s ever met, the first person she’s ever known to meet each question head-on. 

“Honestly?”

Dani nods. Jamie seems to consider it, turning it over in her head as she twists a fry between her fingers like a cigarette. 

“All of it.”

“That’s,” Dani begins to laugh, “that’s not--”

“No,” Jamie says, and she isn’t smiling, exactly. Her eyes have a sort of shine Dani likes very much, but there is no hint of teasing in them now. “Really. All of it. You’re...very pretty, and that’s--but the way you described yourself. Like you didn’t care to be anyone in particular. You like new experiences, and bad coffee. You hate being called Danielle. I...I wanted to know why.”

“It’s not my name,” Dani says simply. Jamie gives a brief laugh, her hand moving across the table to lightly brush Dani’s fingertips. 

“I wanted to know why all of it. Why do you like bad coffee--”

“It’s the only kind I know how to make,” Dani says automatically. “Just sort of leaned into it.”

“--and teaching--”

“I want to make a difference,” Dani says. 

“--and where you most like to go on those long walks--”

“Anywhere I can breathe,” Dani says. Her fingers are hesitant, tracing the tips of Jamie’s. There’s something electric about this, about barely touching, about barely knowing someone and still wanting to give them neatly-packaged secrets shaped like the mundane. 

Jamie is smiling. “See, that. I like that. All of it.”

It’s nothing, Dani thinks reflexively. A collection of details. A sparse approximation of a life. Eddie knows all of this, and then some, and never matched up to knowing her.

But this woman, leaning across the table with one hand outstretched, looks so different. Watches her with steady interest. Is listening to every word Dani says, though the bar is growing crowded around them, and soon, conversation will become a task instead of a gift.

“Would you,” Dani says, feeling certain that some mistakes are not as bad as they seem, “like to take one of those walks?”

“Tonight?” 

“Yeah. Tonight.” Emboldened by the smile, by the curl falling into Jamie’s eyes, by the knowledge that she still can’t quite make out what color those eyes are, Dani takes her hand. It’s so easy, she thinks she could do it even without looking. “Right now.”

No bullshit, she thinks. No expectations. Just Jamie looking at her like she can’t quite believe what she’s seeing. Dani can’t blame her. This isn’t at all what she’d thought she was getting, walking in tonight. 

But there’s something about it--something about the feeling that she’s been here before, or should be here forever, or will always find her way back to a woman who looks at her just like this--that almost makes her feel brave. Almost makes her feel wonderful. She rises from the table, laying cash beneath her half-empty glass, and feels a pleasant jolt in her chest when Jamie follows without another word.

If this a mistake, she thinks as they step out into the brisk evening air, it’s one she’s hungry to make. 

#fanfiction #ficlet #the haunting of bly manor #dani x jamie #damie #okay I liked this one way more than planned #it's sort of nice doing a modern AU under a million words long

[izzabeean]

Chapter 6 : Taking Care

SUMMARY

It's all about timing.

pairing : ushjima x f!reader / oikawa x f!reader / iwaizumi x f!reader

genre : angst + fluff

word count : 3,194

content : profanity, references to alcohol, slightly suggestive nsfw

tags :  alternate universe - college/university, post-break up, friends to lovers, pining, slow burn

a/n : I’m sorry if the chapter seems rushed! I’m just very eager with what I have in store. Ahaha, I still hope you like it!! Also, PS, kinda just proof read it once.

Will try to post every Thursday evening PST, if not latest by Friday.

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The rest of the night feels like a blur, you feel like your head is barely in it, as the high from the cigarette mixes with the alcohol. All the fear from before dissipates quickly and the next thing you know you’re not standing in a dark alley, but slumped over in the booth of a grungy dinner.

You don’t recall the walk over, only the feeling of Iwaizumi’s arm wrapped around your waist, guiding you down the street away from the nightclub. The warmth of his touch still lingers and you wish the walk was longer so you could have him next to you; he made you feel safe and calm.

The daydream is quickly interrupted by the strong ache in your wrist that not even the alcohol can suppress. You're still trying to process what just happened in your earlier encounter, but find yourself wishing you hadn’t gone out at all. 

Despite the beginning of the evening being enjoyable, you were left with a feeling of disappointment, mostly in yourself, you’ve never actually been someone to go out or drink copious amounts of alcohol to the point you couldn’t walk on your own. That wasn’t you. But you did feel the need to reevaluate your morals and put them to a pause to post an image merely for the fact of saying fuck you to Ushijima. Your intentions weren’t necessarily a positive one: to go out with friends and take your mind off things. It was more like: go out with friends and forget the ingrained image of Ushijima and his new side piece.

“Oikawa should be here soon,” Iwaizumi says, pushing a glass of water towards you.

You huff as the server comes over to your table, placing down a plate of fries in front of you and a burger in front of Iwaizumi.

“I didn’t order this,” you address.

“I did for you,” Iwaizumi booms, sliding the basket closer to you while thanking the employee who looks like they’ve dealt with too many annoying customers including you. “Drink your water.”

“Why?” you whine, pouting your lips at him.

“You’re dehydrated,” he explains. “Don’t fight me on this.” 

You get it, you’re being taken care of, but he’s already done enough, but you don’t know why you’re here when he could’ve just taken you home.

The bell from the diners door opening echoes across the restaurant as you spot a panicked Oikawa rushing in towards your booth. He stands there gazing down at you, exhaling deeply with an apprehensive look on his face. You've never seen him this way before; today has definitely been a whirlwind. 

“What the fuck happened to you?” Oikawa gazes down below studying your behavior recognizing you’ve definitely had one too many. 

“Some creep tried to pick her up outside in the alley,” Iwaizumi says.

“What? Why were you outside?” Oikawa’s eyes grow wide as you blink at him slowly trying to register the words he spoke.

“It was too hot,” you groan, dropping your head into your arms crossed on the table, closing your eyes. You're tired and ready to sleep feeling the effects of the alcohol come to play.

Oikawa sighs, “I better take her home.”

"I'll call a cab," Iwaizumi says getting up from the booth to cover the tab. 

Oikawa scooches into the booth beside you noting that you seem a bit distraught with your brows furrowed and messy hair covering your face, almost like you’re trying to take back the excessive consumption of shots. Slowly he leans over, reaching for your hair to tuck it behind your ear.

The tips of his fingers gently graze your face as the all too familiar gesture causes you to believe you must be dreaming. 

Wakkun? you think. But it can’t be.

Your eyes shoot open to see it's just Oikawa. You definitely drank too much. 

"Sorry, did I scare you?" He says pulling his hand away while his cheeks slowly appear rosy.

"No," you reply, closing your eyes and turning your head away from him. 

------

You wanted to say no, but your slightly fuzzy head delayed your reaction and soon Iwaizumi was walking away in the opposite direction as the cab pulled into the street driving away. 

Beside you, Oikawa sits looking out the window and the taste of regret fills your mouth as you spite yourself for not asking Iwaizumi to bring you home. 

Oikawa, take her home, echoes in your mind as Iwaizumi bids farewell. You wanted him to take care of you but instead, you were stuck with Oikawa who wouldn't even answer your call when you needed him. 

Oikawa’s heart clenches as you silently sit beside him looking out the window. The silence in the vehicle is slightly awkward but the hum of the radio buzzes in the background giving the atmosphere some white noise.

He fucked up. He made you drink too much and now you're mad at him. Maybe he can make up for it by taking care of you. Luckily the drive wasn't too far from the diner or this car ride would have seemed longer. 

Arriving at your apartment, Oikawa practically has to drag you out in order to get you moving at a reasonable pace. He wasn't your level of intoxication but he definitely had a good buzz going, enough to help him edge off the irritation coursing through him with your cold shoulder attitude 

As you walk towards the building, the crisp air bites you through your clothing as your exhale curls and condenses into the atmosphere in front of you. The sudden craving for a smoke fills your senses and your mind is put at ease as you imagine the flavor of toxins and liquor coating your lips. 

“I’m sorry,” Oikawa mumbles, barely audible to the human ear. 

“What?” you ask and without noticing where you’re walking, stumble off the curb landing awkwardly on your foot. Oikawa reacts quickly and catches you in his arms before you take the tumble to the ground.

“Fuck,” you grunt. 

“Are you ok?” Oikawa asks. 

You put weight on your foot, feeling no sign of severe pain then nod your head, “Yeah, I can walk.”

Oikawa let’s go and you continue down the walkway to the staircase with a bit of a limp. The stairs you climb every day seem timid and easy to bear with but as you place all your weight on your injured foot, a surge of aching shoots up your leg making the climb seemingly more unpleasant. 

“Are you sure?” he questions.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine,” you reassure.

But by the fact you stuttered on your word, he doesn’t believe you. With a sigh, he crouches down beside you. “Get on.”

You can't believe what you're seeing in front of you and hesitate at the request. 

"We going to be here all night? Get on," he snaps. 

It's not quite something you want to do right now, being a bit bitter still. But from the exhaustion and intoxication you feel, you don’t have the energy to argue and crawl onto his back wrapping your arms around his neck. He tucks his arms under your thighs and stands up continuing to walk.

“Sorry if I didn’t answer your calls,” he says clearing his throat. His words are serious like he means it. “I’m also sorry about Ushijima.”

You squeeze Oikawa tighter at the sound of Ushijima’s name, it stings.

You’re well aware that Oikawa isn’t a fan of Ushijima, no matter how many times you tried to convince Oikawa otherwise, he was too stubborn to change his opinion. Maybe there was a reason why, you could ask him, but you weren’t ready for the answer. You appreciate the illusion you had created in your head of Ushijima, even if it was slightly broken.

“You deserve so much better,” he adds.

Strange, you think, normally he’s not as pushy to talk to you about this sort of stuff, but maybe he actually was worried, maybe he did want to make things better and help you.

“Thanks...”

Reaching your apartment door, Oikawa sets you down as you fumble for your keys in your purse. Inside it is dark and empty, you haven’t been back since the beginning of the day and the aura feels absolutely depressing. 

He pauses before walking in, it had been so long since he last was here. 

You continue down the hall stumbling into your room where you flop onto your bed, too tired to change; it’s been a long night, and you didn’t want to think about how you were going to feel in the morning. 

Walking into your room, it’s messier than he imagined, compared to how organized you are with school, this feels like he was walking into your personal space, one you didn’t show to very many people from the start.

Stepping in further, Oikawa turns his head seeing a picture of Ushijima and you sitting on your desk. You looked so happy with your arms wrapped around Ushijima’s neck and his arms wrapped around your waist. The image didn’t sit well with him, especially after Ushijima’s betrayal, but Oikawa wasn’t very surprised. He couldn’t understand why he felt much more relieved due to Ushijima being out of your life. Perhaps it was because he now had ample opportunities to spend time with you, almost as if you coming to him for comfort was the only thing he wanted from the start.

Then a loud thump causes Oikawa to turn around noticing you're not on the bed anymore.

“What are you doing?” He shrills rushing to your side to pull you back up. 

"Ouch," you cry holding your wrist while tears starting to form in your eyes. “Ice! Please!”

"O-okay, hold on," Oikawa urges while getting up.

You're still sitting on the ground trying to ignore the pain but it just feels never-ending. Oikawa’s not gone long, but it feels like forever.

"Here," he says, taking a seat on the ground and slowly rests the bag of ice wrapped in a towel on your wrist. 

He’s close. You've never seen him this close before. Undoubtedly, he’s handsome just based on the amount of attention he acquires from other girls, but this is different. You’ve never noticed how beautiful he was. His long lashes, the curtains to his opalescent eyes. His creamy complexion radiating under the moon-lit bedroom. 

Oikawa looks up studying the distress in your face. "Is it helping?"

“Y-yes, thank you,” you croak. The relief is uncanny, but you can’t take your eyes off how breath-taking he is.

Oikawa looks up at you and meets your gaze only inches away from each other.

“What?” he says. “Do I have something on my face?”

You let out a laugh which only half-heartedly reassures him as he wipes his face with his shoulder. “You’re fine, you’re fine!” you assure. 

Giving you a pout he leans back away from you as you take over applying the ice to your wrist. 

A few minutes pass as you look up at the ceiling observing the soft city lights spilling through the curtains. You want to be impulsive and self-destructive at once. You desire to be out of this severe and prolonged fall into remorse. 

“Tōru... Would you date me?"

You couldn’t believe you said it aloud, but you believe the liquid courage (that could've helped before) expressed your honest thoughts.

Oikawa scans you as you lean your back against your bed. The gleam in your eyes seems weaker like you were stuck in your thoughts and couldn’t find a way to get out. 

The question is starling. Of course, you’d always been friends, but when he first met you, he did think you were pretty cute. He wants to say it, but he’s worried his words will come out too strong. But he thinks in your state, maybe you won’t remember tomorrow. All he wishes is that he could take all the pain away from you, he just didn’t know how. He couldn't articulate it in words.

“Who wouldn't want to?” he asks.

"Ushijima,” you mumble. The words are dry and heartbreaking.

Oikawa's mouth opens at your confession, but no words come out. 

You painfully laugh at the sight. “It’s alright. I know there’s nothing you can say.”

That’s right, there’s nothing he can say that will help mend your broken heart and it made him feel absolutely helpless. 

“This is never how I thought things were supposed to go,” you add. “Honestly, it’s kinda fucked up how he just did that out of nowhere. And I don’t want to hear you say ‘I told you so’ or ‘that’s something he’d do’ because he wouldn’t. Why does it matter anyway?”

You felt like you unloaded more than what you bargained for, but it’s been on your mind all day and you just needed to let it out.

“Of course it matters! What kind of shitty person do you have to be to break-up with you?” Oikawa feels his heart skip as the words leave his mouth, worried that your reaction will be to just get mad and throw something at him. 

Instead, you just stare at him, wide-eyed pressing your lips together. You can feel yourself starting to sober up now. The comment gives you a warm feeling in your chest that seems incredibly unbearable. The tender caress of his words sends shivers down your spine. There was this unexplained comfort that you never knew you could feel from him.

"You need to rest now," Oikawa murmurs. “It’s getting late.”

Oikawa stands up reaching his hand out for you to grab it to lift you off the floor.

“Can you stay?” you breathe quietly. “I don’t want to be alone.”

He looks into your lost and lonely eyes, basically begging him to stay beside you.  It felt criminal if he was going to leave you by yourself in this state. 

Oikawa sighs. “Alright.”

On that note, you start to lift your shirt up.

"Whoa, Y/N," he chokes a bit on his words, startled you’re undressing in front of him and shelters his eyes.

“I didn’t ask you to look!”

He merely shakes his head while keeping his back to you. In any other situation, a girl would be undressing in front of him for other reasons, this time though, it's seemingly complicated. It seems you’re a little bit bolder when you’re drunk and he’s not going to lie to him, but he kind of likes it.

“Ok, you can turn around,” you announce.

Oikawa turns around and sees you tucked in bed, you pat the empty space beside you welcoming him to join. Taking off his jacket, he rests it on the chair tucked into your desk while keeping the rest of his clothes on. As he’s about to climb into bed, you stop him.

“Ew, not in those jeans,” you huff.

"Huh?" Oikawa replies.

"You sat in public places … took public transportation…. Just stay on your side of the bed but take them off," you argue.

Oikawa is getting mixed signals but realizes you just want him to be comfortable and turns away to take off his trousers. He climbs into the bed wearing his t-shirt and boxers.

The silence makes him feel like he’s drowning as he becomes hyper-fixated on the fact he’s lying next to you in your bed. As a matter of fact, he didn't know if he was even able to fall asleep. He watches you drift to sleep hearing your breathing deepen as your shoulders slowly rise and fall.

He is unable to decide where to go from here as his entire body shudders at how peaceful you looked.

------

You bury yourself deeper under the covers, not wanting to leave the warmth of your bed from a long night. Keeping your eyes closed you stretch your body and feel a figure pressed up behind you. You don’t move a muscle as the sound of deep breathing inhales and exhales. 

As you slowly open your eyes you realize you are in your apartment, it’s morning and the heavy breather beside you must be Ushijima. Quietly, you relish in the feel of his solid and warm body, trying to readjust, moving your hips a little. Then you feel his body press against your back. Before you can think too much about it, you roll your hips closer and against him. You can feel his warm breath on the back of your neck and you want more.

You slowly move to adjust your back flush against him and you both lie there neither moving or speaking, only a desperate attempt at self-control. Then you notice his breathing isn’t heavy anymore. Neither of you speaks.

You slowly turn to give your routine ‘good morning’ kiss, but as you look over your shoulder, it takes you a second to register it’s Oikawa. His eyes are open and he’s looking right back at you.

You bolt upright in bed, hands covering your face in embarrassment. “What are you doing!!!”

“I could ask you the same thing!” he purrs.

There's a heavy silence between you, both of you seemingly frozen in place. You feel your cheeks start to warm as you avoid looking at him at all. You’re afraid to ask as your mind runs laps on what happened last, last night. You remember everything, but once you got home, you just remember passing out. “Did we...” 

“Have sex?” Oikawa smirks. He keeps the answer from you for too long and it’s driving you insane. You felt in complete agony as he hummed giving your question some thought. 

“I don’t believe so,” he turns around to go back to sleep.

Embarrassment strikes you again as you realize you are wearing a big t-shirt without a bra and your underwear and you slink away deeper into the covers. You feel horrified with your outburst and mumble, “Sorry…”

Oikawa is about to tease you a bit to lighten the mood but as he opens his mouth you interrupt, “I thought you were someone else…”

He freezes at your sudden confession.

“I--I thought you were Ushijima,” you quietly sob, as you recoil under the covers, even more, trying to make yourself small enough thinking you could perhaps disappear.

"Oh," he replies, looking to the window where the morning sun tries to trickle in through the closed curtain. Sitting up in bed, he stretches his arms out and swinging his legs out of bed. His feet hit the ground noticing it’s damp and cold.

“Y/N, is your place always this cold? ” he whines, lifting his feet up and noticing it make a tiny splash as he lets it back down. His eyes flash open seeing a very low film of water trickling around your bed. He turns to you and violently shakes you away.

“What!” you groan.

“Did you leave the water running somewhere?”

Quickly you sit up, wondering if he’s messing with you again. And looks down at the floor seeing it coated in water.

“Fuck!” you get out of bed and look around to notice your entire apartment flooded. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

#haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyuu fluff #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru #oikawa x y/n

[lemon-patches]

Handon Pre-Legacies Headcanons

(So I was rewatching some the originals clips and these just popped into my head)

-It's already been established that Landon worked at the Mystic Grill and that's probably where he met Hope for the first time

-Now don't get mad at me but I'm gonna be honest, I don't think Landon stood out to Hope all that much...at first

-Keep in mind that at the time she did have a crush on Roman and we've all seen how committed she can be when it comes to romance

-But on the other hand Landon's trying to get his heart to start functioning properly again because who is that???

-And why does she have such a weird milkshake order???

-So anyways time goes on and whenever Hope's not locked in her room on campus she's at the Mystic Grill

-Thanks to her reclusive nature she doesn't really interact with anyone sans her server and kinda just sits there quietly enjoying her food and the scenery

-Meanwhile Landon's just in the background drooling and pining silently

-And don't get him wrong, he wants to talk to her but he always chickens out halfway through and just writes down his feelings and thoughts onto a napkin or something

-lowkey the reason why he's always writing her letters. because he got used to expressing himself best that way

-So even more time passes and Hope vaguely notices that Landon's the only waiter that's memorized her orders for the most part

-Hope being Hope, she calls him out on it. Politely of course but Landon still panics and nearly has a heart attack while he stutters and sputters out a defense that he's not a creeper

-okay so maybe he's kinda cute or whatever

-Hope thinks it's sweet and tells him so. Leaves him pretty good tips too (which sends Landon into a spiral because she's nice and she tips well?!?)

-True interaction doesn't really take off until she notices Landon being harassed by some Mystic High goonies and sees him forcing himself to bite his tongue

-But just because he has to hold back doesn't mean she has to and she's ready to rip these little shits a new one until they lock eyes and Landon shakes his head at her

-cue the start of hope wanting to hit shit and landon presenting another option...not to mention protective!hope

-Hope respects his wishes but still feels bad that he has to deal with it. Since she can't be reactive maybe she can be proactive

-She's seen him bobbing his head or singing under his breath to the music that plays on the speakers. So one day, during a moment of particularly vicious heckling she asks him who his favorite musicians are as a means of distraction

-And ladies and gentlemen they are off. Shy as he may be, if you want Landon to open up to you almost immediately ASK HIM ABOUT MUSIC OR SCI-FI SHIT

-They go back and forth talking about which artists they like and why and constantly go off on tangents. Almost like they can talk to this person about anything and they'd get it (how strange...)

-It's on one of those tangents that Landon finds out that Hope is from New Orleans which just sets off another 20 minute conversation

-They talk for so long that not only did the bullies get bored and leave but Landon gets scolded by his manager for abandoning the other customers

-worth it

-Before they know it, an odd little friendship has formed in a place that seemed to exist suspended in time, away from both of their worlds

-Hope spends more and more time at the Mystic Grill since she didn't really have friends at school (leave me alone, it's canon)

-At some point Landon just starts spending all his breaks with her and when he's working Hope is still content to watch Landon scurry around while she doodles or does her homework

-Discounted milkshakes anyone?

-They don't really talk about deep shit but their presence becomes a comfort to one another

-And Hope has to regularly remind Landon to get back to his job before he gets yelled at again

-They talk about and do so much random shit

-Ranking the menu items? Check

-Scoring all the contestants on karaoke night? Check (those two are utterly ruthless btw)

-Playing darts or pool over free leftover fries? Check

-Silently judging rude customers? CHECK

-And yes, Landon's crush just grows steadily day by day because he can tell even without knowledge of the supernatural that Hope Mikaelson is quite special

-And Hope is just so damn happy to have a genuine friend who doesn't judge her or want her for family's past or her powers

-Hope only comes over like 2 or 3 times a week but it's almost like a refuge for both of them to look forward to during a tough week

-That is until Hope gives Henry her blood, she gets suspended from school, and life proceeds to go to utter hell

-Hope's life is chaos and Landon's wondering where his lunchtime buddy went

-First it's just a couple days and then Hope's gone for weeks

-(the napkin notes just pile up)

-During that time separated Landon decides that he can't just rely on her being at the Mystic Grill to hangout with her. He's been extremely lucky so far and now's the time to buck up and finally ask her out

-Especially when he gets the news that his latest foster parents don't want to keep him and he's probably gonna be leaving soon

-Eventually he does see her again but doesn't comment on how much more...subdued she looks

-He figures it's none of his business unless she tells him and remembers the promise he made himself

-Sure, he wasn't expecting an audience (hi uncle Elijah) but it's now or never

-He gets shot down. Politely. But shot down nonetheless

-But hearing about his #1 tormentor's car blowing up did cheer him up quite a bit

-He's literally packing all his meager belongings when he decides to go out into the town while he still can

-AND GUESS WHO HE RUNS INTO?!?!?!!!?!?!

-Sure, they only really spent twenty minutes with each other but they danced. They danced.

-Landon's smiling like a goddamn idiot for the rest of the night. And sure enough, the following morning, there's a social worker waiting for him ready to relocate him

-He's sad, not so much because he'll miss the town or school or even his job but because he'll miss her

-But at least he can remember how they danced together

-About a month later, when Hope can think of human interaction and not automatically curl up inside or want to bare her new fangs Hope actually finds herself at the Mystic Grill

-Yes, she wants a milkshake, and maybe a burger but she mostly wants to see Landon

-She's actually there about half the day until she figures he's not coming in today (and to think she thought she had his schedule mostly memorized)

-It takes about a week of not seeing him before she finally asks another worker about Landon only to find out that he doesn't work there anymore because he moved

-”...oh.”

-After that Hope kinda just goes back to school and stays there

-She still goes to the Mystic Grill but only once or twice a month if she's nearby (no one gets her orders quite right anymore. especially the milkshakes)

-Now if Hope's not in class or training, she's in her room by herself, locked away from the world (no one else can leave her if she's always alone)

-Life goes on

-But every now and then she'll wonder how her friend is doing

-Little does she know that he's wondering the same thing

(flipping hell. look at them. disgustingly adorable. i love it)

#shit why does the ending actually make me kinda sad? #i thought this was gonna be a quick little drabble but apparently I had some THOUGHTS #idk its midnight and im rambling #might make a oneshot outta this who knows #and this has nothing to do with anything but the judgy looks handon had in 1x14 give me LIFE you have no idea #legacies #handon #hope mikaelson #landon kirby #headcanon #headcanons #handon headcanons #tumblr thief strikes again

[shewillreadyou]

Me before You: Chapter 2- For Real

As always. I hope that you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing.

A/N: This is a TRR AU. Liam is already married, but see’s Riley and wants his cake. If the readers are receptive this might turn into more than a mini series.

Disclaimers: Most characters are property of Pixelberry

Warnings: Language, adult content, mild sexual innuendo. 

Word Count: 2458

Catch up: Haven’t met you Yet

Prompts: @theworldofprompts​ 

“Name one thing you regret in life?”  

“Well, for starters, I married you.” will appear in BOLD.

Pairings: Drake & Riley

Song inspiration: For Real- Amel Larrieux

Be Kind: Hit the heart button, leave a comment or reblog. It makes a writer so so happy. 

“I now pronounce you man and wife. You may salute your bride.”

Savannah and her groom shared a modest kiss. 

“It is my pleasure to present to you for the very first time the Duke and Duchess of Ramsford. Bertrand and Savannah Beaumont of Cordonia.”

“Cordonia?” Riley whispered to herself.

“So I’m not crazy. Drake said he is from Cordonia. The Liam look-alike could really be King Liam of Cordonia. The matron of honor could actually be Queen Carsyn. This is insane.” 

Her thoughts raced as she tried to make connections. 

“There will be a cocktail hour in the barn,” an older woman announced.

The barn was decorated in a rustic theme, Tim McGraw’s, “I like it, I love it” played in the background and there were servers with appetizers everywhere. Quickly, lines formed for the open bars. Mack held on to Riley’s arm as they waited.

“So let me get this straight? The guy you met in New York, was Drake? Drake Walker? Like Savannah’s brother Drake? No fucking way. The world is not that small.”

“Yeah, apparently it is, he is the man I saw at the airport, the guy from the bar, the guy I’ve been texting and now he’s here.”

“Sounds like fate.”

“I don’t know if I believe in fate. More like dumb luck.”

“Miss Riley?” a server interrupts their conversation. 

“For you and your guest.”

He offers a whiskey sour and an old fashion, the signature drink to she and Mack.

“Compliments of Mr. Walker. My name is Caleb, I have been personally assigned to you for the duration of the evening. You don’t need to wait in lines. I can bring you whatever you need to eat or drink.”

“Wow, well thank you Caleb. That’s very thoughtful.” 

She tries to tip Caleb and he refuses. 

“No thank you Ma’am. Mr. Walker has already compensated me handsomely. Please let me know if there is anything else I can get for you.”

Later

The wedding party joins the guests in the barn before the bride and groom have their first dance. Riley watched from her assigned seat wondering who would end up seated next to her. The seat went empty for the first part of the afternoon. 

“That was a beautiful ceremony. You know, I have seen pictures and heard tons of stories about Drake from Savannah, but he has really grown up. He is a hottie.”

“He’s ok.”

“Wow, just ok? Huh? I’m wounded.” he says in a raspy voice. 

“Drake!”

Mack and Riley blush furiously.

“Raye. It’s good to see you again.”

“That’s one way of putting it,” she smirked.

“Sorry! Drake, this is Mackenzie, Mack this is Savannah’s brother Drake.”  

“Don’t listen to her. She was definitely pleasantly surprised,” Mack said as she extended her hand for Drake to kiss. 

Riley elbowed Mack and Drake laughed as he shook her hand. 

“Good thing I get the honor of keeping you company tonight. My seat was moved next to yours.”

He smiled and Riley’s heart melted just a little bit more. He leaned over to hug her and she immediately flashed back to their dance on the rooftop. 

After their first dance, all the guests were invited to the dance floor. “At Last” by Etta James started to play.

“May I have this dance? And please don’t tell me that your feet still hurt.”

She stood, unsure of what to do in the presence of royalty.

“Your Majesty, we have to stop meeting this way. Shouldn’t you be dancing with your Queen?”

Before he could answer, Drake slipped up behind Riley snaking his strong arm around her waist. Pulling her into his embrace.

“Beat it Li!”

“Miss me yet?” 

“Perfect timing. Small world. You didn’t say that your Mom and sister lived so close to me.”

“I didn’t think it was pertinent information at the time,” he said as he led her in a slow dance. Riley watched Queen Carsyn over Drakes shoulder, as she shot daggers at King Liam. 

“Is he always like that?”

“What?”

“Liam? Is he always so tactless?”

“I’m not at liberty to comment,” he chuckles.

“Question asked, question answered.”

“Enough about Liam. Have I mentioned how stunning you look?”

“No, but thanks for the compliment anyway.”

She smiled, getting lost in his eyes as they swayed to the music.  

After sitting and watching Drake and Riley dance and flirt for hours Mack was about ready to go.

“Ri, I’m about ready to head out.”

“Riley reluctantly said her goodbyes to Drake, not knowing when she’d see him again. 

After a short drive back to her place they arrived to see a red Jeep sitting idle in front of her door waiting. Riley looked at Mack and shrugged her shoulders. When she had said goodnight to her friend, she headed to the door. The window of the Jeep lowered, “Hey, could you tell me where to get something good to eat in this neighborhood?” 

“Drake! What-- how did you know where I lived?”

“Guestbook.”

“Well, that isn’t creepy at all.” 

“I’m hungry and thought you might be hungry too.” 

“So, where to?”

“I don’t know, I have only been here a few weeks.”

“I know a place.”

Drake gets out of the truck and walks around waving at Mack, who is still watching from her car. He opens the door for Riley and grabs her by the waist helping her into the truck.

“Really? Such a gentleman.”

He smiles as he heads back around. Mack lowers her window and says, “I took a picture of your license plates just in case she doesn’t make it back.”

“Noted.”

“Thank you. So where are we going?”

“Whataburger. I can’t get that in Cordonia.”

“What the what?”

“You’ll love it, promise and it’s on me. Seat belt.”

“Let me ask you a question?”

“Just one?”

“God no, I have a million questions.”

“Ok, I will try my best to answer them.”

She thinks of what she wants to ask first.

“What did you honestly think when you saw me today?”

“That I am not this lucky.”

A blush crept across her face as she awkwardly shifted in the seat.

“Why do you live in Cordonia if your Mom and Sister are here?”

“Work is there. Besides, I have never had a good reason to come back.”

“I see.”

 Her face betrayed her, she was feeling conflicted and defeated and it showed. They drove along the dark road quietly for a few minutes.

“So, uh, you must do important work in Cordonia for you to stay there instead of here with your family.”

“If you want to know what I do for a living Raye, just ask.”

“You told me not to and I respect your wishes.”

“Well, some would consider it important. My family won’t be here for long, Sav and my nephew are moving to Cordonia this week. I’m the lead for the King’s Guard.”

“You mean you protect Liam?”

“Yeah,” he says as he rubs the back of his neck.

Just then they pulled into the parking lot. The line in the drive thru was long so they headed inside. He held the door open for her and when they stood in front of the counter he stood directly behind her as they both looked up at the menu. He rubbed his hands up and down her arms when he noticed her shiver. 

“Cold?”

“Yeah, a little. Also, overwhelmed with this menu. Order for me?”

A mischievous grin crept across his face as he placed his suit coat around her shoulders. 

After an hour of probing conversation, many laughs, and eating a deliciously greasy burger, heavenly fries with as Drake called it “fancy fucking ketchup,” they headed back to her place. 

“Drake, I’m not ready for tonight to end,” she confessed.

“I know the feeling.”

“Come upstairs with me?”

“Riley Elizabeth Raye! What kind of guy do you think I am?”

“The kind who steals people’s personal information out of wedding guest books.” 

“Checkmate.”

“Besides, I have had these shoes on since this morning. My feet! Anyway, we can watch a movie and chat for a little while.”

“I have been told I give a mean foot massage.”

“Are you offering?”

He licks his lips and bites his lips. Her center twitched.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what? Why are you looking at me like you want to climb in my lap?

Her cheeks flushed red.

“You wish.”

“Enough about that, let’s talk about our first real date.”

“Who said I wanted to date a guy with no real reason to come to Dallas?”

“Whoa, that was before.”

They headed up to her apartment. He stood so close to her in the elevator that she could feel his body heat. They had a staring contest that she lost. She definitely looked away first. It was like he was staring into her soul. The sexual tension was thick and she felt relieved when the elevator dinged and the doors slid open. 

“Long distance dating is not exactly something I want to pursue.”

“Understandable. I’m here now. Let me take you out tomorrow.”

“What would that look like?”

“Dallas Jazz fest is tomorrow.”

“And you just happened to know that off the top of your head?”

“I might have done some research on my phone when I learned that a certain lady whom I’d like to impress was within my grasp.”

She chortled, “you like jazz?”

“No, but if I get to spend time with you it can’t be that bad.”

“You’d do that for me?”

They step inside her place and he makes a face. 

“What is it?”

“Your place smells exactly like I expected, fruity.”

She invites Drake to sit as she kicks her shoes off. She moves around the counter and opens the fridge grabbing a couple bottles of water, a bottle of Glenmorangie, and a couple glasses. 

“Raye, this is the good stuff. It’s really expensive. Sure you’re sharing?”

“Completely, pour me one too? Be right back,” she says as she headed into her bedroom to change and freshen up.

When she returned, Drake cleared his throat at the sight of her barely there clothing change. 

They settled on the soft couch as Drake passed her the tumbler of whiskey he poured for her. She eyed the drink as he stared at her. 

“What are you looking at?”

“Your umm, outfit? Comfy?”

“Yes. Very. Should I drink this? I didn’t see you pour it.”

“Good grief, switch with me.” Drake says before raising his glass.

“Cheers, to the best reason I ever had to come back to the States.”

She bit her lip trying to contain her smile.

“Well then, after a toast like that you get to pick the movie.”

She later regretted being so generous. Drake chose FACE OFF. They started off good, he pulled her aching feet into his lap and rubbed them until she was sure she would orgasm. She pulled away crossing her legs in a twisted attempt to save her panties. 

She loved the movie but knew she couldn’t get through any of the scenes when they ran their hands down the others face to wordlessly say, I love you. So as much as she tried she sat with tears running down her face for much of the movie. The first time she cried Drake pretended to ignore it. She wiped her face on her. The next time she cried he looked at her with a raised eyebrow and the final time he pulled her into his arms and wiped her tears.

“You definitely get to pick a movie that won’t make you cry next time.”

“Next time? You really want to go out with me, huh?”

“I thought that was clear by now.”

  “Drake, can I be honest?”

“I’d prefer it.”

“I have never dated a white guy before.”

He feigned shock. Then laughed. 

“We have that in common because I haven't either. Is that all?”

“No, I didn’t expect to like you this much.”

“Have you dated a black woman before?”

“No.”

“Are you ready for family and friends to turn their backs on you? For strangers to shoot us dirty looks in public? For all of the things that come along with dating me?”

“I guess I never really thought about it. But I’d like to think that it would be a small price to pay to be with you.”

 They chatted until they both fell asleep. The sunrise plucked him from his slumber. She had fallen asleep in his arms. He watched her for a few moments fighting the urge to kiss her. He untangled himself from her and used her restroom. When he returned, she was awake. 

“I thought you finally came to your senses and left.”

“I don’t scare easily. I’m headed back to the ranch. I’ll pick you up around 6pm.”

She stood and they shared a long embrace as she secretly sniffed him trying to memorize his smell before she let him out.

Back at the ranch

“You stayed out all night. Did you get some trim?”

“No.”

Figures. You wouldn’t know what to do with all that ass anyway.

“And you do?” Carsyn interjects.

“Carsyn, I didn’t realize you were back from your morning run.”

“I knew that you wanted to fuck her. I saw the way you were looking at her at the wedding.”

Drake stands, “This seems like a personal conversation. Call me later Li.”

Liam shakes his head and turns to his wife. 

“You are always making a big deal out of nothing. I have given you everything. You knew who I was before you married Me. You are the queen. Why are you so insecure?”

Tears filled her eyes. 

“Name one thing you regret in life?”  “Well, for starters, I married you.”

Liam stormed out of the room to find Drake in the hall on the phone with Riley. When Drake sees Liam he ends the call.

“Drake Walker. Your nose is open. I know you think you like her but, do you really want to start seeing a black woman? They can be a lot.”

“Don’t be an ass Li, any woman can be a lot. But it’s different with her. She is so chill. Like it’s easy with her.” 

“If it’s so easy, why didn’t you close?”

“I said that it’s easy to be with her. Not that she was easy you, prick.”

“Just be careful Drake. You know what they say… Once you go black…”

“Li! For fucks sake.”

“I’m just saying. I’m going out tonight so if you need a trial run Carsyn will be here alone.”

“Did you just give me permission to fuck your wife?”

“Sure, everyone knows I’m not.”

“Hard pass.”

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