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jungwnies · 11 months

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✰ syn ' safe for work a-z boyfriend for lee heeseung ✰ pairing ' boyfriend!heeseung x gn!reader

may be suggestive but nothing toe curling ♡

a » affection - how affectionate are they?

please he is so affectionate and flirty with you

he's always complimenting you

kissing you

telling you how good you look

he's also the kind of person to just smack your ass as you walk past him or if he's walking past you

in public he's always holding your hand

he's extremely affectionate physically and verbally

but he prefers being physically affectionate because he can't keep his hands off of you

b » bonding - how often do they bond with you?

any chance he gets

considering he is an idol and he has a lot of responsibilities

if there is any day he gets off or any free time he has he will always spend it with you

sometimes he doesn't like going out, but honestly just being in his presence is enough

bonding with him is like having that comforting silence

c » communication - do they keep in touch with you when they're away? how often do they set up a date for you two?

even if he's thousands of miles away and the time zones are all fucked up

he will call you

he really enjoys bonding with you and just being with you

sometimes he takes you out for dates and sometimes he will set up something so sweet at home

like netflix and chill perhaps?

e » essential - what is the thing that is important to them?

you?

you and his family mean so much to him

he values both relationships and will always find ways to balance them with his work life

like i said, he's a super busy guy

but he will always prioritize what matters more to him, and that's you, his family, and the members as well

g » gross - what is the thing he hates in your relationship?

there's nothing he specifically hates

but he does enjoy having some alone time

or just silence

he doesn't mind if you're in the same room as him but he doesn't always want to talk

sometimes he wants to drown out everything while gaming

he respects your space, and hopefully you respect his too

i » intercourse - how are they during intercourse?

well

he's good

you know he's not super experienced

he's the all talk kind of guy

he might seem like he will go for like 10 rounds and completely ruin you

but he's actually the kind of guy who will go for like 2 or 3 rounds and keep it so domestic

boy is so vanilla

he wants sex with you to be intimate and loving

nothing too crazy

but... sometimes he gets crazy

it just depends on his mood tbh and your mood

he'll never do anything you don't also want to do

j » jealousy - how jealous do they get?

he gets jealous

but nothing too bad

he's not overprotective, he's just.. protective

he doesn't mind if other guys look at you because he knows you're his and he trusts you

but if he notices someone is hitting you he does get a little possessive

holds you a little tighter, pulls you a little closer, but nothing too crazy

lowkey gets sulky when he's jealous, it's kinda cute 🧐

k » kiss - how good are they at kissing?

he's a good kisser

he KNOWS what he's doing when it comes to kissing

the way it'll be so passionate or so sweet

he likes to tug at your bottom lip a lot

not sure why, he just does.

he's not really a "im going to stick my tongue down your throat" kind of person

but he is a "i'm going to bit your lip" kind of person LMFAO

l » love - how do they show their love to you?

through acts of service

he's the kind of guy who will do things for you

he doesn't really cook besides boiling water for his ramen

but he does enjoy doing simple things for you

like massaging you, cuddling you, telling you how much he loves you

he seems like an acts of service, physically touch, words of affirmation love language person

m » mad - how often do you argue?

not often

you guys joke a lot

but when there is a real problem he doesn't mind talking it out after giving you some space

he doesn't like yelling at you or raising his voice at you

but why is it lowkey kind of hot when he does raise his voice haha

anyways you don't argue often

just bickering in the corner sometimes over silly stuff

n » naughty - how do they deal with you annoying them?

he kind of just lets you annoy him

he doesn't have a problem with it at all

he lowkey enjoys it

because he annoys you back

the annoying is very much mutual

o » open - how often do they open up to you?

you're basically his shoulder to lean on

he doesn't really like confiding in the members because he's the eldest and he's usually the one they all go to for support

luckily though he has you

whenever he's stressed he will always open up to you

and even if he isn't stressed if he just wants to spill tea or just ramble on about something you are always his number one person to go talk to

p » pet names - how are they with pet names?

he's not one for anything too crazy or unique

he probably calls you by your name, a nickname if you have one

also likes to call you babe, baby, and sometimes he'll call your honey or sweetheart (crying bleeding losing, why can't i have this)

q » quiet - silent treatment?

he doesn't give you the silent treatment ever

but sometimes he just needs a moment alone if you guys are having an argument

which isn't often to be honest

he will always talk to you first if you are ignoring him

but whenever gives you the silent treatment

r » ramble - how often do they talk about you to others?

he doesn't ramble to others about you

he's extremely grateful and lucky to have you

and he will always let you know that

but he doesn't feel the need to constantly talk about you or brag about you

he doesn't see the point in doing that

bro does not care about what other people think about your relationship

he also does enjoy keeping the details of you and your relationship to himself

s » soft - how soft are they to you?

he's soft but not too soft

he enjoys playfully bickering with you and teasing you

but sometimes he just wants to be cuddled

most of the time he's being a sweet but menacing person towards you LMFAO

t » think - what reminds them of you?

music

every time he hears a song

he will always think about you

there's literally a whole playlist full of songs that remind him of you

u » unhappy - what makes them break if you break up with them?

i think the fact he has so many songs associated with you

and he hears them?

bro is in his feels AGAIN

he loved you so much, still does

literally doesn't date again for like years

pls he would be so sad

v » vacation - how are they with long distance relationships? (that had nothing to do with the word but i am running out of ideas)

he's good with this tbh

like concerning-ly good at long distance?

tells you that distance won't break your relationship

especially because mans calls you every second of the day if he's away

he trusts you so hopefully you trust him too

w » wholesome - the sweetest thing they ever did to you?

he's the kind of guy to act like he doesn't know you

but knows your favorite things from your favorite clothing brand to your your favorite food to your favorite clinic to go to when you're sick

he knows you like the back of his hand, but he pretends he doesn't

it's always so sweet when he suddenly just surprises you with your favorite things

x » xtra headcanon

probably when he knew you were super stressed

and he did everything he could to destress you

literally took you to your favorite places

brought you your favorite food

ugh he's so sweet sometimes my heart

y » young and beautiful (how long does it last?)

it lasts a really long time if not to marriage

when he's in a relationship trust me he is committed

he isn';t the kind of guy to just fuck around

he craves that bond and attention and affection

and when he has it

he's already thinking marriage

z » zzz - how do they sleep with you?

he cuddles you

he SPOONS you

or sometimes he likes when you lay on his chest

he loves keeping you close tbh

he doesn't like when you aren't next to him

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riaisnotok · 6 months

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Can you pls do mean girls reader x Tom or bill? So like they are in school and they see the popular girls and they immediately feel in love with them ignore if you don’t like 🤗

Sure 💗 I love the idea, sorry if it's bad I still think my writing is kinda cringe 😔 but enjoy tho ♡

PRETTY WHEN YOU CRY

2006! Bill and Tom x mean girls!reader

(Separated)

Bill

You were in class sitting at your desk with your friends and you were talking about Bill, and you were talking about how he dresses and how he does his makeup, and that he's probably gay?

After the class was over, you went outside and walked around the yard.

In the yard you spotted someone, Bill and his twin brother, Tom. "Girls, look!"

"How gay he is lmao!" One of your friends burst out laughing. "You are right!" You said.

Bill hears laughing and turns to you and then goes back to his business. "His look seemed strange, don't you think so?" You asked. "Yes..I think he's not really gay..." Said one of them. "Yes..it seems he's not gay.."

"Forget it girls, it's not as if we no longer have people to make fun of and gossip about, for example: Julia from 10D, the nerd, and she wanted to commit suicide because she got a 9 in math." Said another of the girls.

"I have an idea." You said looking at all the girls. "What idea?"

"I'm going to go see Bill and see if he's really gay or not."

"And if he's not, it's worth a try!" Said another of the girls. You left there for Bill and Tom.

"GOOD LUCK!" They all shouted.

"Hey Bill~"

"You look so fine today~ wanna have fun?" You gave Bill a seductive look, when he looked at you and heard your words he blushed again. "What...?" Bill was speechless. You took his hand and led him to the bathroom (💀)

You kissed his neck and then left as if nothing happened 😁 Bill quickly ran after you and took your hand. "Y/N…."

You looked into his eyes waiting for him to say what he wanted to say. “Y/N…I like you a lot…” Bill stuttered.

So he's not gay?

Tom

Tom was playing football, you and your girls were on the bench in the school yard. "Listen up girls, what grade is that boy with dreadlocks in?" You asked.

"It's Tom Kaulitz, from 11B"

"Ohhh, looks a little cute, don't y'all think?"

"Yeah, I heard he's single, and I think he's perfect for you Y/N." Said one of the girls. "You think?"

"COME ON TOM! SCORE THE FINAL GOAL!" You yelled.

Tom turns his head towards you and looks at you smiling, he appreciates that such beautiful girls support his team.

The score is 2 to 2, they need one more goal to beat the opposing team.

"TOM, TOM, TOM, TOM!" Y'all yelled. The ball was in Tom's possession now and he was approaching the goal.

Tom scores the last goal, and his team wins. "TOM'S TEAM WON YAYY!" You and the girls yelled at once, again. You were so happy they won.

"Y/N do you know how many girls have crushes on Tom? This is your chance. Look he's coming at you!" One of the girls whispered to you.

You smiled watching Tom walk towards you. "Hey..do you have some water?" He asked you. The water? OF COURSEYOU HAVE. "Yes I have, do you want?" You said smiling. "Yes please.." Tom said panting, he was still sweating, and he looked really hot.. (😭)

"BRO SAY IT!" One of Tom's teammates shouted. You assumed it was one of his friends. You took your water bottle and gave it to Tom. "Thank you.." He opened it and drank it all (💀) He left you without water, you weren't really that happy, you thought he would drink a few mouthfuls not the whole bottle.

"Tom, you motherfucker!" You said taking the bottle from his hand. "What have I done?" he asked. "You drank all my water!" You answered annoyed.

Tom took you in his arms and played with your hair while looking at your lips. He wanted to kiss you. "Tom what do you think you're doing?!" You pushed him away from you.

"I think she's going to miss her chance..." One of the girls whispered to the other girls, but you heard what they said.

"Y/N..forgive me. I really didn't mean to drink all your water, I was just really thirsty.." he said with puppy eyes, begging you to forgive him, so you did.

"Okay I'll forgive you."

"That means you were going to kiss me right?" Tom asked. "No. You'll have to do more for me before you get there."

"Tell me what to do and I'll do it!" He said.

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel x reader #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz fluff #bill kaulitz imagines #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz x you #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x you #tom kaulitz fluff #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz imagines #tom kaulitz smut

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pascalsbby · 7 months

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The Devil & His Brother / II

Joel x Tommy x You

Prologue / Part I / Masterlist

Summary: “Good, been staring out the window for far too long,” he said. “You can look at something prettier now. Close your eyes, bunny.”

He slipped around on the wetness of your lips before he parted them with one, thick finger.

“Stick out your tongue for me.”

AKA: Bath time with the Millers 😈

Word Count: 7K

Warnings: 18 + mndi, DUBCON DRUG USE: enemies to lovers, heavy talk & use of drugs/pills, morally grey Millers, slow-burn, angst/comfort/sex, age gap, power imbalance, possessive tendencies, major daddy issues (that’s why you need BOTH Miller brothers instead of 1). talk of death, shit-talking god & praying for the devil himself.

I feel like I'm sending out something so personal... and familiar in ways that I know aren't. Maybe that's how memories feel after a while.

God is fucking with my oblivion. If he wants forgiveness, he shouldn't have given us memory.

- Vi Khi Nao

“Can’t do it, Joel.”

“Goddamnit.” His huff was deep and bothered by your apparent inability to do anything he asked of you.

His anger didn't sit with you, but himself. He didn't really know that, though. Doesn't feel too much beneath the thickness of his skull. Hard-headed fucker.

The scent of you hung leaden in the steam-filled bathroom. Iron. Blood. Something saccharine that made him ache as he peeled your clothes from your weak skin. Lately, his temper has been short, and unbeknownst to you he hasn’t always been this way. Even in recent years. You assumed he was always like this, further etching the lines that softened on his face (only after yelling at you), but he would argue that you were acting like a little fuckin’ brat… so his snippy remarks were justified.

"Did all the work of carryin' you here and now you're gonna off yourself? Cause you won't let me help you bathe in the only hot bath water you've seen since you were what.... sixteen? M' not that big and scary, Bunny."

You both had your own ways of dealing with things, you guessed. Verbal expression of any kind besides small, whispered sentences had been scarce. Except for when he was angry. Except for right now.

You stopped listening because suddenly nothing seemed to matter too much. It didn’t all feel so black and white; life-ending like he was making it seem, being a real grump.

“Are you listenin’ to m–?”

His tuneful voice now sounded hollow as it bounced off of your blurring peripheral vision.

You didn’t answer Joel, instead, you listened to the music in your head and wondered how it got there. How you got into his arms.

Joel called Tommy’s name after you stumbled into his warmth. You winced at his raised voice, almost breaking you from a blissful trance. “God damnit Tommy, get in here. I can’t hold her up and wash her at the same time.” Ten minutes of Joel trying to get you in the bath like you were a fucking toddler was enough. He wouldn’t be able to hold your body up and wash you simultaneously, either. It was a two-person job to do it correctly, and gently.

Tommy returned an hour or so earlier, saying whoever had followed them had taken another way around, but they’d seen fresh hoof marks. “It’s weird Joel,” he said.

“Fuck, I just washed these jea-“ his voice coming from down the hallway. He turned the corner, changed into clean clothes, and was taken aback by your bare chest staring back at him from underneath Joel’s veined arm. His skin burns into yours.

“What the fuck did you give her?” He was immediately angry.

Give me? Peace. Radiating warmth, you thought. He didn’t know that you didn’t feel a lot anymore, but you knew deep down that you felt something more for Joel.

“She’s in pain, Tommy. Only thing she’s felt in the past nine years is pain. Help me get her in here and then take off the fucking jeans then, I don’t care. Get some towels and then get in here. Don’t know how much time we have ‘fore it wears off.” Joel growled. Then you close your eyes and let go, swimming through the low buzz in between their thrown bickers.

He’d talked real sweet to you, in hopes of getting you to take a bath. Mostly because being 'somewhere else' would be best when washing your wound, away from the water gripping at your side. Another small reason was that he didn’t want to hear you mumble, “no,” again. You needed a proper bath if you were ever going to get better. Although you didn’t seem too interested in such

That must have been the extent of Tommy’s anger, because he listens exactly to what Joel says. He unlocks his leather-backed metal belt and it hits the floor in the same instance, cling. He doesn’t mention the pills again, just takes his jeans off before he turns the handles of the running bath off and assumes his position outside of it. Joel takes his own shirt off, skin soft-looking and warm. He was sweating, skin slightly glowing from the sweat reflecting the bathroom lights. You could smell him. He kept his boxers on, still maintaining a sliver of his respect. He was willing his cock to follow the same.

He sunk himself into the bathwater with a deep groan, one of relief. Tommy walked you closer and helped you climb into the bath. It burned, felt like it was boiling. You were standing in it now, between Joel’s legs, hands still enclosed in Tommy’s as he helped you keep your balance. Joel was trying not to think about how your core was aligned perfectly before him as you stood. You turned, ass swaying as you prepared to sit on his clothed lap. They both looked away as your body was fluctuating in the prettiest fucking way they’d both ever seen.

“S’okay baby, sit down.” You bent down to hold the sides of the tub, letting Tommy go. You were spread open right in front of Joel’s face, the back of your pussy practically calling to him as it finally came in contact with his lap.

Tommy turns around and sighs before walking out of the bathroom to fetch towels like an obedient dog. Joel shuffled you, with what would have been awkward silence between the three of you if two of you weren’t high. If one of you hadn’t just left the room.

Joel has already swallowed his dusty piece of sanctuary. You had too, in the tea he made you thirty minutes ago. He was dangling another pill in front of you, now that Tommy was out of sight. This time allowing you a choice; rather than remain silent as it swam down your throat.

"Let me help you sum’ more, baby. Gonna give you something to help the hurt. Don’t go running, an’ don't tell Tommy. He wouldn't like that I'm makin’ you feel good."

Telling Tommy would consist of more non-compartmentalized guilt and yet another thing for him to look down upon Joel for. Another bullet point to add to Tommy’s list of Reasons Joel is a Fucking Asshole. And you needed help right now. This is how he could help you. So no, he would not be telling Tommy that he fed the girl more pills, too. She was simply exhausted and needed help bathing. She was in pain and needed him; them. Tommy would have done the same, no?

He slipped around on the wetness of your lips before he parted them with one, thick finger.

“Stick out your tongue for me.”

He notes your lack of hesitation to open your mouth for him. He places the bitter thing there, gently.

“Swallow.”

He smirked as you obeyed.

“You’re a’ good little thing, you know. S'good to listen and mind.” He tucked your hair behind your ear so that it wouldn’t keep falling in your face.

His drugs were now yours. His regrets, too. And he secretly hoped that his desires were burning into your body and being met with the same inner incineration. But he wasn’t regretting it right that moment. Not as he watched your body slacken. He knew your entire being was numb when you were reaching up at him, fingers looking for feeling.

His thumb ran across the plumpness of your bottom lip and his thighs flexed inadvertently. You felt the small jerk of his body, your eyes drawn upwards meeting his. He felt the moment your breathing became deeper, slipping through his skull and resting on the center of his lust. Then he heard the teetering of the old house as it sang. He heard chatter outside, and it all sounded happy, nothing scary around. He returned to your nose, where a little black wish sat, kissing your cheek. He moved his thumb up to brush the eyelash away and whisper his own silent prayer.

You looked around his face before resting your gaze on his lips, and he knew that you were slipping deeper too. The moment ended in a split second torn into a million, and you were looking him in the eyes. Your pupils are already blown, helpless, and in need of strong arms to hold you upright. It fucking hurt. You hadn’t been so willing without the drugs. The pit of his stomach crawled in need as your back rested against it. Your ass was scooted up, and he could feel the break between your legs, could feel the warmer skin of your pussy kissing his thighs.

He loosely assumed that you’d never been in the bath with a man before, either. Probably never been naked in front of one... or two. And he knew that it shouldn’t be something he was proud of, to have you here, safe in his arms and naked in his bath. But he was.

“Feel something?”

“Mhmm.”

He felt your response in the tone of your flexing abdomen. His wide fingertips sink into your cushioned fat and the softness of your stretch marks. It stung, the water, like having his presence near it set it off, simmering around his body, trying to kiss anything of him that it could. The water was pretty pink for a few moments, your body releasing the hold it had on your dried blood and the dirt accompanying it. His hands were occupied by the washcloth he was softly rubbing against your body. Then it was dark, and whenever you looked down it was harder and harder to see the end of his legs, stretching out before and underneath you, holding your body (against his) up. “Fuck me.” It was he who had released that sound.

“Good, been staring out tha’ window for far too long,” he said. “You can look at something prettier now. Close your eyes, bunny.”

You did what Joel wanted of you, and quickly you fell into the heavy light buzzing right outside of yourself like your aura was bouncing off of the smoldering color... like a blanket, maybe. One of blurred confessions and soft, radiating heat. Your arms are heavier but in a slow melting comfort, and it feels like butterflies right above your hip bones crawling right towards your cunt in a low pulse. As if the energy moved and hovered itself into your underwear and is prodding its fingertips into your soaking center, touching every bit of swollen flesh as his fingers disappear into you. But he’s sitting still, you think. He is everywhere but inside of you.

Your memories lilt against your skull, retracting from any indication of themselves. Much of who you were is gone, left in dark patches of shadow and musk. Outlines of a monster (human) ((him)) setting his jaw on your shoulder from behind, willing the air to kiss that spot right under your ear. Your own blood, his sweat. The undulating sway of his plush lips and impending jaw from below. You’d only seen him this way, from below. Like he was something holy, forever above you and rarely looking down. You reach up and feel his face, running the sensitive skin of your fingertips against his stubbly chin and neck.

Most of your time was spent contently sitting in your (Joel’s) favorite chair, the one you hadn't really left or released yourself from, just assuming that it had now formed to your body. Maybe you had melted into the dirty crevices, instead. You wanted nothing more than to sink into it and become a part of the worn and well-loved fabric. No one expected anything of this chair. For it to simply exist confirms its usefulness.

A week or so ago, you had been dying, pooling blood turned your skin terian-like, how the tips of your fingers used to turn in the now-cold bath. He was right– it had been years. This death doesn't feel much different. Just slower. You had been doing better before Tommy left to check the perimeters and outward land of Jackson. They didn’t know that no one would be following you. Or looking for you… needing you. Praying for you.

Joel thinks a lot about the comfort-glaze of your eyes whenever you saw Tommy that day like you’d been happy that he was there to see you off, hold your hand as you looked into the sky and deflate into the ground. He thinks about how you’d probably rather have him here, now.

Maybe that’s what you write in your notebook, still sitting in the chair, but this time with your face turned towards your lap, completely lost under the lamp every night around 10:37.

Maybe that's what is feeding into his mood.

You would have already been in that bath if Tommy were to ask you, rather than Joel. He thinks about how Tommy’s eyes lit up when he first looked into yours, hazel. Gaze flashing as if in recognition of an importance. Joel could see a hint of the brother he once knew, before his world ended. Before all of your worlds ended. He knew in that moment that something shifted for the both of you, but for Joel, it felt like drowning.

He looked at you and he saw the torn, soft skin of a small animal. He didn’t know that the damage was on the inside.

Joel resented the way he was drawn to you, it made him viscerally angry at himself. He was angry at how calling you baby had been so easy, the way he felt his cock thicken at the sound of your grunt in agreement. Or the smell of you, even though you hadn’t bathed in god knows how fucking long. He pretended it was the drugs, but it wasn’t. These were his secrets and the web was already intertwining with itself. He almost feels like if he were to tug on it now, even more shit would fall out, come unstuck and drag him into the ground to a place where he’s surprised he isn't lying already.

How can you hide such a carnal want? He’s unfamiliar with the feeling. Uncomfortable with it.

What would they say? Would Tess say? “One more pussy for you to fuck, Joel? This time it's new and fresh, betcha could teach her a thing or two, huh?” Tess had always been the jealous type, Joel clocked it the first week they met. She hid it well, but you can’t hide from someone who recognizes something in you, because they recognize it in themselves, too. Joel and Tess, Tess and Joel. The town knew there was something happening between the two of them, but no one said anything. They knew Joel was her loyal guard dog. They knew not to disturb Mr. Miller's peace. He was a kind enough man, besides that.

He was hoping for anything other than to hear the question, "You think you can save this one, too?" He knew that he couldn't. He couldn't promise your safety. However, he could sense that you were in need of it. Perhaps not obviously at first glance; you appeared tough on the surface, but there was something in your eyes that begged him, “Release me. Let me rest.” Something calling his name. He was hearing it now, in the cadence of your voice, whispering around his head as he stopped himself from touching you.

He knew that they, you, would get him in trouble if he didn’t stop it and try to pawn it off to someone else before it (his desire) got too bad. “Hey, look, she’s with him, not me. Now let me sit and stutter into the darkness while you take the only thing that has made you feel an inch of something in the past month.”

They would chain him up if he ever admitted the level of his desires. Embarrassed at the way he was already entirely attached to you. Something about, “I almost killed you, but let me be the savior. Love me enough to let me swallow you whole,” probably wouldn’t sit too well.

“Joel?” you questioned, slow and small.

His skin rises instantly, stunned by your sound and the touch of your body. “What did you–?” he softly shhh’s you because suddenly, the way your body hums into his when you speak is too much. Your hand continues to fall slowly against the thicker hair near his jaw, ghosting over unsaid words and lips. His breathing was becoming too heavy for someone who was just there to be a savior.

“Gettin’ clean feels good,” his heavy thumbs pinching deeper into skin, voice far away and muffled under yearning, drowning, “don’t it, pretty?”

You let your arms hit the water, too tired and blissed out to hold them up longer. He chuckled and it rang through every inch of your nude being. The water splashed, and the roundness of Joel’s lower belly retracted quickly from your back, startled by the closeness of your body. You hadn’t felt it before, his whole self pressed firmly against you. The thickness of it. Your thighs oozed over his lap, completely covering him. Your feet ended at almost his mid-leg. He stretched further out in the bath ahead of you.

Joel didn’t need a verbal response from you. Knew you couldn’t give him one anyway. He knew that he should, that’s the right way to go about this. But he had just carried you over his lap for a week, bleeding out on him, screaming. He would help you relieve yourself, too, when needed. Couldn’t pee by yourself the first couple of days. Didn’t bother him much, not after what he’d seen. He’s had much worse cross his hands. He knew the whole ride back that if you were conscious enough to know that you were still alive, you’d be embarrassed to hell that he would help you off the horse, pull your pants down, and hold you. He couldn’t understand why that had shuffled something inside of him. The point is, he’s seen it all anyway. All of you, physically at least. Now he was simply just helping you out some more. Until you could tell him to stop. It's the least he could do if he really did shoot her.

He watched as they pulled the bullet out of your side, Tommy pale-faced in the corner, shrinking.

Joel knew you were out from the pain meds they had stuck into your veins, but that wasn’t a good enough promise that you would sit still through it, that it would be painless.

When you hold more weight, you need a little more.

He slipped you a little something extra before all the men got there that night to see and help. Your body was lying on his kitchen table, sweating and tired, dying. But you– you were asleep with a soft smile on your lips. He held you still, just just in case, hands pushed down into your cushioned stomach. The other was around your wrists, positioned just above your head so that the ‘doctors’ had room to move freely around your side. It was hard not to stare at a body that looked well-fed and healthy, in a world like this. Your breasts were moving softly with every movement of your body from other hands. Your hair under your arms was dark and visible in the way he was holding your hands above your head.

No one dared speak upon your body with Joel around, especially since he was the one that dragged you in here, meaning you were his property, Miller property, now.

TOMMY looked away upon entering, watching Joel retreat from where he was whispering into your ear. He could hear the bass of his brother's voice, slowly echoing in the hallway. He would pretend, for the sake of his sanity, that he didn’t know exactly what was happening before witnessing it. Especially after Joel had mentioned a couple of times that you seemed closer to his age, meaning keep an eye on this one, brother. “She’d probably like ya more anyway, younger n’ more capable. Bigger name in Jackson, too.” This coming from the mouth of a man who even went as far as to say, “Coulda’ made a good wife,” three hours after shooting her.

People all deal with things differently, he guesses.

It wouldn’t be the first time that he secretly craved something that his big brother was dangling in front of him, knowing that somehow he had the advantage. But then Tommy felt guilty thinking that way. Joel had been through so much and lost too many people for Tommy to get in the way of whatever look took over your body as you sat against his chest, halfway immersed in water and looking up into Joel’s face. You looked more peaceful now than you have at any moment since stepping into this house.

“Come and try to get her, Tommy.”

But of course, he won’t show that he yearns for you, too. It feels wrong. That Joel was the one to kill you but you were staying with him; that he was your primary safekeeper and healer. You were sitting on his lap, nipples hard and body at attention, peacefully asleep with your cheek pushed up against the hair on Joel's chest, resting in the arms of the man who nearly succeeded at killing you.

If he were to say anything else, it would be, “I know you fucking drugged her, Joel. N’ you didn’t even give her a choice.” But he didn’t want to wake a sleeping bear, not right now. Not when you looked so peaceful and pain-free for the first time since they grabbed the world from underneath your feet. Not when the very thing Tommy could not stop thinking about was lying on the bear’s chest.

YOU can feel yourself between your legs. It’s the kind of absentee pulse that you almost want to stop, but it feels too good. Light fingertips brushing the hair on the back of your neck. Like that of knowing a lightning storm is crawling its way across the night sky. Or hearing the neighbor roll their trash can down their road, unable to tell if it’s thunder or an earthquake in its deep humming, only to be relieved that it is in fact another human existing in close proximity to you. Although not something that you remember too well now, just the feeling. It’s surprising and suspenseful at the same moment. It’s love and then what comes after.

There’s always an after.

Then you feel the drip running from right inside of you into the hot water, against the fluttering of your thickening lips.

Please. Kiss me here. Hard, hurtful, and sinful. Strip me to my bones and then use them as your toys. Then tell me I’m a good girl and run your hands through my hair. Tell me I fought good and hard and then let me lie here for a while.

Chanting like a prayer.

You remember the smell of his lap, much different than the smell of his neck, but still devastatingly carnal. You cradled into the warmth of his neck; in the burn of his embrace and you sat there, teetering between consciousness and the bliss of finally being held. You had always been afraid that you would leave the world and not even be able to wrap your own arms around you. But someone was holding you before the ground will be— forever. This didn’t feel like dying through.

This felt like something else. Similar, but different.

You sat on top of Joel’s lap in the bath for at least an hour, resting your head on his shoulder, turning and resting it against his chest, too. They both washed you, silently eating you up. Tommy stood outside of the bath, combing your hair after Joel ran his gruff hands through it, pawing at your scalp and rubbing the dirt (hurt) from your scalp. No one talked, everyone inside their own thoughts.

Joel was stuck thinking about the small bags of things you had lost grasp on whenever you fell (were shot). It looked like time-worn items that meant something, from before the world was this way. One is an old driver's license- your smile, happy, content, young. Your name, now repeating in Joel’s head over and over, and over and over, coating every inch of him. He still hadn’t heard it come from your lips.

9 years ago, this all started. You, now in your mid-20s. How long had you been all alone? No one had come running to your corpse.

They had come to the conclusion that you were doing well on your own. You weren’t skin and bones like most of them who are lucky enough to survive and find their way to Jackson. You were thick, and heavy in the most beautiful way. Heavy meant healthy, able to hunt, and useful. It meant maybe being able to carry children. It meant handfuls of skin and whispered praises. It meant more to wash, to take in, and try not to touch. It was too much for both of them. The only difference is that Joel knew he was a weak man. He wouldn’t be able to control himself if he kept feeling this way.

After they removed you from Joel’s lap, they towel dried you and you slowly became more aware of how different four large hands felt grasping at your body, taking care of you. Helping you.

An hour or so had passed and Tommy was lying in bed next to you, reading something. Joel turned the corner and leaned up against the doorframe.

“Tommy.” There was tar in his throat, dripping down the back of his tongue and settling in his chest. He was a million pounds and his legs could no longer bear the weight of her. Of you. Of his guilt for slipping your drugs and undressing you in his bathroom.

He looked into you, bounced off the sides of your mind, and then straight into the bed you were lying upon, sleeping so peacefully next to his brother. Tommy sees the pain in Joel's eyes, hung lower in embarrassment.

He did this to you. He took the life of someone who had the rest of this fucked up world ahead of her. And it was a slow and painful death, too. You were someone’s daughter. It’s fucked up how the world works like that, huh? It wasn’t enough losing his own daughter- he had to kill someone else too. Does your dad, husband, or mother, feel you slipping from the world? Do they hear hushed whispers in the night of your name leaving something tongue?

Joel stopped believing in God a long time ago. He was slipping from his grip, facing the fall, and Sarah’s last moments solidified his feet on the ground. Almost under. Still surprised it’s not under.

“I’ll take her, Joel. In the mornin we’ll pack up some things and go back to my house.” He said softly, nodding and looking down at the ground in an unspoken, “I know.”

It's Tommy who steps forward, taking charge and offering to care for you. He can sense his brother’s connection to you, why he wants to save you so badly. So much so that he can’t. He doesn’t trust himself for what will happen if someone else dies under his watch, because of him. Someone innocent. “I know she’s sleepin’ but can we have a moment?” Joel asks.

Tommy doesn’t question him, he marks his page, sets down his book, and carries his body from the bed to the hallway. Joel waited a moment and assured me that you were tucked in well, warm from the bath. He sighed, one of pain.

“I’m so sorry,” his voice was stern in the way that held back his tears. “You have to believe me,” he whispered your name, the first time it left his tongue and he wanted to say it over and over again. “I’m sorry. Shouldn’t have done that to you without askin’.” He caressed your face, watching as your body reacted to his touch, stirring, before the bed creaked with the weight of his body leaving, and then he was gone. You had heard everything, felt him leaving. The room felt entirely too empty.

The Devil was begging you to forgive him, and you wanted to. You wanted to bring your palms together and whisper his name through the cracks, hoping he would hear your silent prayer. “Let me stay here, with you.”

Tommy entered the room again and sank under the covers. He moved his body closer to you and you decided to bask in it, instead.

You wake up, unclear but clean. You don’t remember last night in great detail, or at least a few hours of it, at all. He slept peacefully despite the world’s end, cocooned in a haven his mind crafted. Your mind was far less forgiving— or maybe you still hadn’t learned how to ‘deal with it’. You always felt like everyone dealt with It better. The room lay shrouded in darkness, your thoughts raging, Joel’s words echoed in your mind, etching against the soft inside of your head, deeper with each repetition. His guilty confession and desperate plea for forgiveness replayed. But forgiveness was no longer something you believed in. The world had ended, shattered, and reassembled without remorse. You are sober now. You fall back asleep.

Your eyes opened again to Tommy caving the bed closer to him, moving your body closer, too. You closed your eyes quickly, away from him, and pretended you hadn’t been awake and listening to the lull of his deep breathing, trying to gain your standing. You felt comforted, waking up next to his freckled shoulders. The hazy light of morning was trailing in from the window and laying out on the carpet, stretching itself in the morning confusion.

There was one thing you were absolutely-fucking-sure about, and it was that Joel Miller had drugged you, and it had secretly awakened something unknown inside of you. It tickled, but it was shoving its way up your stomach and relentless, neverending in its pursuit of something.

Tommy Miller had saved you. At least he had put you to bed, it seems. And with him, too, rather than the one who seems to be dissolving into his own. Your hair was wet and you smelled like Joel, but you were shrouded in Tommy’s clothes. Slightly more fitting, and better kept together.

You’d never slept in a bed with a man before. And then all of sudden there were two, interchangeably. Brothers. One that smiled above your eyes and one below. Ones that rocked the bed differently each time their body swam through the damp covers.

You’d never taken a bath with a man either. Never had anyone's brother ever pulled your sinking body out of bathwater. You remember the inward push of the water and the hands that followed, reaching through it, pushing you forward to Tommy.

There’s a quick assessment you’ve always done, automatically but unintentionally, “Would this one stop if I asked him to?” Most are ‘no’s. Tommy was a yes in your mind. He would put away his soft, white wings and free you from his divinity if you were to ask.

He was sipping his coffee, dressed in his usual, alone at the table. He had opened the blinds he made sure three times he shut last night. The smoke billowed from the base of the cup into his face and hair, mixing with the silver tuffs. They shone against the darkness at the nape of his neck and the bottom of his chin from the emitting light.

He looked calm sitting there, as content as a devil could. He felt you before you had even turned the corner upstairs, but he didn’t say anything. He never really did.

That being said, you can't remember much of anything besides wondering if it was indeed your body that rustled the ground that day. It was, and then you felt a man. A few days could have been weeks, and suddenly you were sitting in a town. A word that didn’t mean too much for a long time, but it did again; sitting at the breakfast table of a man, undulating under his gaze and between the blank spaces of your memory.

An animal caged inside itself looks for relief in any way it can. Even if the relief is a different kind of pain masked as want. It meant throwing away your expectations and doing what it took to survive.

You intended on speaking first. Rather, you reached the bottom of the stairs and tucked Tommy’s red flannel across your sparsely clothed body, and suddenly heard, “Shouldn’t be half-naked when Ellie’s here. She’s a kid.”

He didn’t even take the time to move his attention away from his coffee cup. That would be too much effort given to you. You ignored him, wanting to scream, “Was she here last night when you played with me like I was your little fucking doll?” You didn’t give him what he wanted, but still hoping he would give you what you did.

You had watched the back of your eyelids dance with the small red and green dots for two more hours before getting up, willing remembrance. And oh, did it come.

“Got any more of those?”

“Of what?” He spat, eyebrows lowering in pretend interest in his hot coffee again… into his fuming lap. He knew exactly what the fuck you were talking about. How dare he take advantage of you and then throw it to the side like nothing happened. He was embarrassed. Embarrassed that he got high and took you with him.

“This is feeling’ a lot different than last night. Those little round things that kept me pliant an’ dead enough for you to press yourself into my naked body? – Joel, do you think I’m not payin’ any fuckin’ attention? The second I tasted the salt on your fingertips, I knew it was you shovin’ pills down my throat. I knew it. And the way you were talking to me, calling me babygirl and sweetheart? Then I didn’t know anything, for a while. Not really. But Tommy,” you were raising your voice now, “Tommy was there too, then I woke up in his bed with his clothes on instead of yours— just tell me what the fuck happened Joel!”

“Lower your voice, right now.” He was pointing at you, and his body moved closer to yours. “You… you wanted it Bunny,” He growled, “You practically drooled across my palm.” He sighed, gathered the lies from his web, and prepared them. He had already prepared his own cocoon, years ago.

He hadn't been the only one whose high wore off far too early in the night.

“You didn’t say you didn’t want ‘em and—“

Then you spoke above the sentence he was starting to dig deeper into the ground, to his surprise, in a softer tone. One that had a hint of sweetness to it, of want.

“Sweethear–”

“Do it again. Felt good.”

You liked it. Wasn’t the only thing he wanted to shove down your throat, either. No, no, no. Shaking the thought from his head.

He removed his eyes from the creases in the wood floor and sewed them into your gaze instead, eyebrows cresting. He wanted to make sure he heard you right. He wanted to hear you repeat it.

“Say that again?”

“Said feels good when you touch me like that. When I’m melting into your flesh and sinking down your bones. That’s what the water felt like. First, it felt like fire, perfect for a Devil, and then it felt like a calm warmth. Then your hands were touchin’ me and, no one has ever touched–

a pause, “like—“

“No one has ever touched you, bunny?”

“No, Joel. And I hate you so much for making me feel this way. For showing me something I can’t continue to have because it’s wrong and, for being so sweet to me and then eating me up like I'm a burden because you couldn't just fucking kill me when you had the chance... and…I can barely even fucking walk. I am in so much pain but you took it away for a while last night. You took everything bad away. Why didn’t you just ask?”

“Hate me, huh? Thas’a strong word for someone who is depending on me, wanting more.” Good. This is how it needed to be. He needed to take care of Ellie, himself now. He promised her that he would.

“Depending on you? Sorry, I forgot we hadn’t got to that part of the conversation yet, past the one where you drugged me. You dropped me into your brother's arms as of last night, didn’t you? I remember it, you musta popped one too many, huh?”

Your attitude and his lack of sleep were making it easier to will the words off the end of his tongue.

“He seemed better suited for someone…” he looked you up and down, “like yourself.”

You didn’t have anything to say to that, and he was immediately sorry after speaking about it.

“For being such a big bad man in this town, you don’t have your fucking shit together,” returning the look he gave you, “do you?”

You were out of breath, releasing too much of yourself into his anger, knees weak and side-splitting in pain. You weren’t going to tell him that you were awake when he begged for your forgiveness. That you heard every word he whispered and repeated it back to yourself as if it was a passage pulled right from the pen-marked Bible your dad used to shove into your hands nightly.

He thought you had been listening to everyone talking, in the mess hall and whatever drama Ellie had brought home. Maybe even Tommy had told you about the real Joel. The real Joel will tear you apart.

You sat down on the sunken chestnut couch and the pillows lifted more of his smell into your space, settling and trying to get comfortable. You both remained silent, stung. It made you even more mad that he had the ability to stick straight into your anger like that. So you wished for a way to really hurt him like you were some kind of child.

You weren’t done yet. You were angry. So fucking angry at everything you have endured. And he was standing there, pity and disgust in his eyes–but he was looking, seeing… listening.

“Tess.” Her name stung like the sound it ended with, for a reason you didn’t know, but inherently felt after last night. The hurt that flashed into his dark pupils spread through the tightness in his jaw.

“Don’t you fuckin-”

“Oh. Shut. Up. Joel. Heard ‘er talking to Tommy last night. Came knocking on the door around 1:30 am, asking for you. Tommy went to your room and you weren’t in there. Went back downstairs and said he couldn't find you, seen you only a couple of hours ago. She was throwing her hands against the door like it was hers to tear down. Guess she didn’t know I wasn’t with you,” you took a deep breath, trying to relieve the pain so you could continue, “Have you seen him? N’ that girl? Tommy, she's a fucking kid. Ain't right for him.” You mimicked her concern. You knew immediately who she was asking for. “Maybe I should go ask Tess if she would give me a few, she seems like she’d like to know what’s going on.”

His jaw was flexing, his eyes burrowing into you, biting the inside of his lip. You continued,

“Feels’good being numb for a’while. I’m always fanning off another fire but it always finds the loose thread and kisses it ablaze anyway. This feels like sinking... like I don’t have to fight anymore.”

His deep breath stifled the fire on his chest.

“Know it’s good,” his tone falling deep, low, and warning, “But you don’t need anymore.”

“Don’t I? You were the one who fucking shot me. The least you could do is slip me some pills. I’m in pain, Joel. I’m hurting.” He knew that you weren’t just talking about the wound in your side, that he put it there with his own split metal. He wanted to take that hurt away, get you curled up tight against him and high, painless, protected yet free– from a world you were too young to be living in alone. But how could he protect you from even himself?

He didn't even save her. Nothing has changed now besides the fact he finds it harder and harder to get out of bed every day. That he’s running low on whiskey and that's what keeps the bear inside. The pills keep it sedated. How could he admit that he was not fit to be your protector, and the only other person in town who it could be, was Tommy?

That's why today was the last day you'd be slamming down his stairs. Your footsteps were a reminder that the hurt animal had made its way into his house. A reminder that he was the one who hurt it.“‘M not given’ you anymore. So don’t open your mouth about it again. Got it?"

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comradekatara · 2 years

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avatar characters' relationships with their local library

i'm assuming u mean in a modern au bc the only library we see the gaang visit in the show is in the middle of a desert.. although i'm sure there do exist other libraries in the atla world, at the very least i'm sure that ba sing se university, agna qel'a and the fire nation palace have impressive collections, the beifong estate likely does too, and so did the air temples and the southern water tribe (before the fire nation either burned or stole their possessions). i also like to think that after the war, the fire nation repatriates whatever they took and still have from the people they colonized, so that aang and the swt especially can have a material link to their destroyed heritage. i see sokka being really passionate about building a library in the south pole, with an archive full of returned southern water tribe artifacts (i bet katara would be really excited to have authentic swt bending scrolls, since neither of the two waterbending masters she learned from were exactly, uh.... ideal). and i've talked before about how constructing air nomad museums and memorials to honor their memory and legacy and teach others about this (almost) lost culture would likely be really important to aang too.

but in the context of my modern au...

as a kid, aang doesn't really understand the point of libraries. sure, one hundred years ago, before the internet was invented, he can see how they would have been useful, but now we have smartphones and free pdfs online, so like....

katara can't believe aang's myopia! libraries aren't just about finding resources for stupid research projects or boring science books or whatever sokka likes to read, they're also the only socialist bulwark amidst the otherwise crushing capitalist hellscape that is america! we have to support our local libraries, even if reading is kinda boring and for nerds, aang! it's about the principle!!!!

sokka loves his library. he knows all the librarians by name, and has his own special table there that he sits at every time, and if anyone else gets there before him and sits in HIS SPOT, he glares daggers at them until they leave. he and yue used to go there all the time and just sit side by side reading their respective books, whispering jokes to each other until their giggles got too loud and they'd get shushed, which of course only made them laugh harder.

toph hates libraries. you're not allowed to talk, let alone yell, and audiobooks suck anyway. if she wanted someone to read aloud to her, she would just ask sokka. which is what she does :)

to be honest, zuko's ultimate goal in life has always been to be one of those cats who lives in a library. a library cat. unfortunately he was born a human, so this dream was dashed pretty early on, along with the rest of them. he used to go to the library with his mom a lot when he was little, but once ozai found him reading a baldwin novel and condemned the library as a "den of filth" that was "clearly infesting his head with wrong ideas" zuko stopped going. until he befriended sokka, and was invited to sit at his library table. (except he had to sit across from him, not next to him, because next to him is where yue would sit, and it's a whole thing. he doesn't mind, though, he likes watching sokka while he reads. he makes very dramatic reaction faces that prove extremely entertaining.)

sokka invited suki to go to the library with him once and she was like "why would i do that?" and he couldn't actually think of a good answer so he just dropped it. for what it's worth, this was also his response to going to the skatepark with her, but he somehow got dragged into going with her anyway (she looks hot on a skateboard though, so he doesn't really mind).

azula actually agrees with aang: libraries are for old people who don't know how to use the internet. also public places that anyone can enter are gross and dirty. that said, she knows that sokka loves the library, which means there must be something to this stupid library thing that she's just not getting. so she starts going to the library, to figure out what the secret is, and also sometimes just straight up spying on him (why is he hanging out with her brother? is it a ruse, a scheme, a nefarious plot? or is it charity? does he get volunteer points for this?). when zuko asks her why she all of a sudden wants to set foot in a "socialist den of filth" azula claims that she has a very big research project for school and going to the library gives her the peace and quiet needed to study without distractions. she gets absolutely zero work done, of course, but nevertheless refuses to admit that this was all a big waste of time.

ty lee went to the library exactly once at a kid, got told by some rude, uppity librarian who clearly had it out for her that she "wasn't allowed to do cartwheels in here" and promptly decided to never set foot in a library ever again.

mai likes libraries because it is the only space in the world that loud, obnoxious, rowdy boys will actually get shushed by middle aged women. she wishes her mom would take a lesson or two from a librarian someday.

for what it's worth, as he gets older, aang starts appreciating libraries more. he enjoys volunteering, and he especially finds reading to kids really fun. they love it when he does silly voices for different characters. he even finds a way to bring momo inside by claiming he's his "emotional support lemur." since momo is very well behaved, they allow it. all the kids are obsessed with aang. he goes from being a notorious library detractor to the King of their local library.

#cirrusin #asks #the gaang and #modern au #also sort of #postwargaang #but only the first paragraph #putting the modern au under the cut though bc it got kinda long

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Season 2, Episode 1: Lovesounds

After getting through the first 3 "trial" episodes of season 1, I was delighted that season 2 starts off with a real banger (pun intended) in Lovesounds.

We start out with the wonderful theme song and now I don't have to wonder which Hitchhiker is showing up because the other guy is long gone. After we see...wait what's this?

None other than Werner Herzog's best fiend, Klaus Kinski. Oh boy I wonder if he will get some sort of comeuppance.

Klaus plays a sort of tyrant music maestro named Kurt Hoffman, firing cellists at will and yelling at everyone he comes into contact with. It sounds like this part was not much of a stretch after doing some light research on this actor - it seems like he was not a good dude in real life. I appreciated all the establishing music shots to really clue us in as to what this guy does for a living.

He gets a call from his wife that his new sound system is ready and he rushes home from rehearsal.

Ha ha ha, this is some real 80's technology right here. Complete with state of the art reel to reel action and a Commodore 64.

As he's driving to his house, he encounters our moral hero, the Hitchhiker. Kurt yells at him for hitchhiking on a private road and tells him to go elsewhere. After he drives off, we are informed that Kurt Hoffman thinks people exist for one reason, to serve him! But even the mightiest sometimes see their subjects rebel and the palace walls come tumbling down. Ominous words.

Maybe the Hitchhiker is willing all the bad stuff to happen, because he got yelled at.

We meet Kurt's wife Veronica and the young dude putting in his sound system, Eric. They seem pretty cozy together until Eric makes a move and...

Ooops I guess he read that all wrong. Glass is broken and Veronica's finger is cut, just as Kurt walks in. That would have been a close one.

Now he gets to show off this most excellent stereo. All you need to do to turn it on is press 666, then V for Veronica.

666 huh? I mean is this telling us this thing is possessed? It's a bit on the nose. Eric tries to the code and...

Wow, it knew who was pressing the buttons! But when maestro tries it...

Womp womp. This displeases the maestro. But luckily Eric has one more shot to show it works at Kurt's wonderful dinner party.

Unfortunately, things do not go as planned when Kurt presses the not-so-secret code again.

The stereo sends off sparks almost killing everyone.

Luckily Eric still gets another chance to fix it, while the master, er maestro is away on music business. He gently massages the sound system to get it to work better.

Then we get a look at its kick-ass graphics. I'm guessing this is the love-o-meter.

We hear some weird sounds, like the machine saying he loves him.

And what are these? Are they supposed to be its eyes? What am I even looking at here.

While all of this is amazing since the stereo now seems self aware, Eric instead notices Veronica sunning herself in the beautifully overcast Vancouver weather. They start horsing around and throwing each other in the lake.

Here he is being dorky offering her a flower. Man that water looks cold.

Now that they are both wet, it's time to have some hot laundry room sex. Finally, we get some young attractive actors for this softcore scene, unlike other episodes.

All that infidelity must have somehow fixed the machine because when Kurt comes back from his trip, he tries one more time. 666 V.

Hey it worked! I feel like there is a Seinfeld joke in here somewhere.

Not only can he play his Beethoven at full blast, but Eric has also hooked up a powerful microphone where he can pick up nature sounds from outside just by pointing it in the right direction. Frogs! Wonderful.

All excited with his new toys, Kurt tells Veronica to leave him alone for awhile. So she starts playing with her new toy, Eric, in the boathouse.

We get another sex scene, this time complete with some naked man butt, which is always welcome. Kurt decides he is tired of listening to music and wanted to hear more frog sounds so he starts pointing the microphone all around. He hears a hawk which delights him, but then he hears some other sounds. Are these Lovesounds?

Uh oh, better turn up the volume. It's pretty obvious to him what is going on so he runs to the boathouse.

Well okay we are all adults here, let's talk this out.

Or...maybe just pour straight gasoline on the boathouse. Either way.

There is not much time for the couple to react before...

Wow that lit up faster than a Christmas tree in January! What was that made out of?

Well it's safe to say, they did not make it out on the boat. What to do now? I guess maybe listen to that new stereo system.

After a while, more sounds start playing on the speakers. It sounds like what AI might think two people having sex would sound like. Are the ghosts of these two haunting the sound system?

He's still watching, always watching.

Wow this thing is off the charts!

Now the last 5 minutes of this episode is great, you can tell they just had so much fun making everything explode.

The stereo starts exploding.

For some reason the bar starts exploding.

Kurt is covered in blood from his face and then this happens...

Oh no! That statue explodes!

Well I guess everyone got their comeuppance, but there is still someone who has the last laugh.

No, not him. I'm pretty sure he died in the explosion.

Wow that's a beautiful shot of the evening sky...and the smoldering bodies and wreckage behind him. Well the Hitchhiker finally got his revenge for being called out on his trespassing. He assures us by saying that in time it will be peaceful here again and someday people will come and hear the sweet sounds that even a tyrant couldn't silence.

Yeah, he says that, but I'm also sure all those frogs died in the explosion as well. Unless he's talking about those sex sounds that were haunting the stereo...hmmm where is that stereo....

Oh Dear God! Well maybe I was wrong and he's still there watching...

Season 2 has several episodes I've never seen before so I'm hoping there will be a lot of surprise treats like this one was.

#hbo #thehitchiker #thehitchhiker #pagefletcher #Lovesounds #klaus kinski #80s tv shows

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minimag1c · 6 months

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How do I even tag french provinces here-?

Anyway

Wait... You nearly DIED because you DANCED?!

➪Wowee i post again even after the horrible one-shot i've done lmao.

➪At first i was like "Yeah Alsace and Strasbourg are just going to talk about what happened to him when during the dancing plague and that's it" but then I decided to actually write what happened because yeah fuck that.

➪Tw : death by dance (literally), some disturbing scene, talk of possession.

➪I headcanon Strasbourg as a trans ftm that's why in the flashback of the XVI th century, he uses she/her.

➪Sorry, I got a little carried away with this (nearly5kwordslol) and it gets a little unhinged at the end-

➪the music above is just for the atmosphere. You can play it or not it's your choice.

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"Wait wait wait wait wait wait... So let me get this straight. YOU nearly died because you DANCED???" Alsace repeated again, still not believing it.

Strasbourg sipped a bit on his hot chocolate before looking back at the alsacian with an eyebrow raised as he put his drink back on the table and cleaned his throat.

"Yeah, what about it?" he asked, as if it was something normal. Alsace got even more confused and a little bit disturbed about how her friend was so casual about it.

"But how... Like H O W?? How on Earth were you able to dance to death??? And even be dead by such stupid conditions?!" Alsace insisted. Strasbourg rolled his eyes and took a sip of his beverage again.

"Please have some respect for the four people who died from it." he said, offended but soon widened his eyes and put his cup back as talked now in a lower tone, sheepishly. "Wait... Were they forty? Or even fourteen? Oh god I don't even remember-"

This time, Alsace was the one who raised an eyebrow as she crossed her legs and arms. "And then you say that I'm the one with the worst memory." she said.

"Oh ta gueule (Oh shut up)" he retorted a little bit annoyed, making the alsacian snort a little but she regained her posture and even leaned a little bit more. "Still, you haven't answered my question... HOW CAN YOU DIE OF DANCING???" She yelled at the end as Strasbourg cringed a little.

"Okay okay I'll tell you all the story that I could remember but please stop yelling. " the strasbourgeois finally surrendered, putting his hands up.

Alsace seemed to be satisfied as she leaned back on her seat and finally drank for the first time during this whole conversation with her now warm chocolate drink. The other french region cleared his throat as he also leaned on his chair, looking thoughfully nothing, trying to remember this event that started in July 1518.

"Let's see..."

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It was an average day during the month of July 1518 as Strasbourg was sitting on the grass near a river, washing cautiously a few dirty clothes as she was humming a small song under her breath. It was pretty sunny outside therefore she wanted to enjoy some warm weather instead of trying to rush herself because the water was too cold and her hands were freezing.

"Maybe after that, I'm going to cook something, they must be starving" Strasbourg thought to herself, getting up and streching her back, preparing herself to go back to wash the clothes.

Until she heard not really from afar some howlers and gasps.

Curious, the woman went to see what caused this small commotion only to find a small crowd forming around another woman that Strasbourg knew.

Frau Troffea.

It was surprising for the Strasbourgeois because she knew that this woman wasn't the kind to put herself into the center of the attention, preferring to stay at home.

But it wasn't the most shocking part,it was what she was doing.

Frau was dancing eagerly, spinning and almost jumping around, giggling uncontrollably while she was putting a lot of effort in each of her dance moves. It was weird to not say odd because she seemed so eager to dance and yet there was no music, no instrument or whatever,even the small crowd who looked at her didn't seem to take at least an instrument in order to put some music since it was bizarre.

Obviously, after a very long moment of dancing non-stop, Frau troffea started to get tired and eventually collapsed in front of everyone. At first, no one batted an eye until two men decided to pick her up and drag her away, probably at home.

The crowd still stayed there, without moving until after a few moments, one then two then a few started to go away, muttering and talking with each other about the strange moment that just happened.

"I didn't know Frau troffea loved dancing that much."

"Pff. I'm pretty sure that she only danced because she didn't want to do the chores that her husband asked her to do."

"Haha. She's going to get in trouble after he hears what she has done!"

"How strange of her to do that..." Strasbourg thought, ignoring on purpose the gossip that grew. She started to get a little bit worried. "Why did she even do that?" The countryhumans tried to resonate. If there was music probably she would not question it but there was no sound nothing and she was dancing so eagerly, so happily even though everyone looked at her, probably some of them even was mocking her because yes, she had to admit that the scene that just happened was very odd, mainly coming from a woman like her.

But the thing that actually worried Strasbourg is the fact that she danced herself until she collapsed. Until she didn't have energy anymore. Was it a dare? Some sort of way to relieve stress? No that wouldn't make any sense, Frau wasn't like this.

"Excuse me ma'am, are those yours?"

Strasbourg came back to reality when a man behind her asked her a question, holding a basket of wet clothes. She turned her head and widened her eyes.

"Oh euh oui (yes) these are mine merci (thank you)" the woman exclaimed as she awkwardly thanked him and took them, going away from the plaza, numerous thoughts still running through her heard and the fact that no one can give her proper answers only infuriated her.

"Well... better continuing the chores instead of just moping around." she said to herself, huffing as she went to her house, trying to forget what just happened, trying to convince herself that it would not happen again.

"And those were your last famous words." Alsace jokingly said as the Strasbourgeois snickered a little and rolled his eyes. "Alsace, I would never be able to finish the story if you keep interrupting me". The alsacien laughed a little.

"Okay okay j'arrête- (I'll stop-)" she said, raising her hands. Starsbourg smiled a little.

"D'accord (alright)... Alors (so) where did I stop myself..."

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Well, it seems like Strasbourg was wrong.

Not even two days later, Frau Troffea came back, dancing even more than last time but this time, it felt odder than yesterday. Yes, it was already weird to not say disturbing when she danced in front of everyone for no reason but this time, it felt... Scary.

Strasbourg, at first, didn't want to see, not wanting to see the scene that seemed to haunt her as she looked away.

Until she noticed something even more worrying.

Frau's feet were bloody red and swollen and in each step she took and in each dance movement, her face showed ecstasy and pain but her suffering took over the joy the more time she kept dancing. Upon seeing that, Starsbourg widened her eyes, alarmed and in shock and horror at that sight and said loudly.

"Frau, your feet-!" But before the personification could do or say anything else to catch the dancing woman's attention, she heard someone else and footsteps. She and a few villagers turned their heads and saw two other adults joining Frau Troffea in her dancing mania, also dancing eagerly but with less happiness, as if they were forced to do this.

This time, instead of mocking the three, the villagers were only surprised and even a few of them whispered to each other, judging but also creeped out by this strange behavior.

Starsbourg looked at them, starting to feel even more shivers down her spine and felt even more scared and backed up a little when one of the men screamed in already.

"Help! Help me! I'm begging you!"he pleaded despite continuing to dance, his sound of pain showing how he was suffering whereas the other woman was dancing as well, screaming and whining loudly about how she wanted to stop and that her feet hurt.

A few villagers backed up, terrified and horrified by this scene and even a kid started to cry, holding his mother's dress while hiding behind her. That scene wasn't actually scary giving the context but seeing them pleading, begging someone to save them was the most disturbing part, as if they can't go out of this dancing mania. However, if nearly everyone backed away, not wanting to be near these people, Starsbourg went forward, making the villagers gasp at her bravery.

"What is she doing???"

"I don't know but she's very brave to approach them in this way"

"Brave??? That's just some pure reckless act!!"

Actually, the fear was rising in Strasbourg's chest but she was a countryhumans, a personification, therefore she needed to help these poor souls, it was a duty.

But she didn't know how.

The Strasbourgeois thought that maybe she could try to stop them by force but she wasn't unfortunately that strong plus they already seemed hurt with their feet and energy drained, she didn't want to harm them even more.

The man looked at her, his suffering visible through his eyes and face and yet, a small, very small spark of hope was mixed. Starsbourg hesitantly held her hand, trying to hide her stress. "Here, laisser moi vous aider- (let me help you-)"

But before, she could do anything else, someone violently grabbed her arm and dragged her away, earning a yelp from the woman.

"Hey! What are you doin-" she got cut off by the man who took her. "Vous êtes folle madame ?! (Are you crazy madam?!), Those people are dancing until they fall even though they are in pain and you still think it's a good idea to approach them?! They're possessed by the devil and you still have the guts to approach them!"

Strasbourg widened her eyes upon that statement.

"Quoi?! Mais- (what?! But-)" she couldn't finish her sentence again when the remaining who stayed to watch the "show" got shoo away as the two with Frau who still danced looked in horror, still begging for people to not leave them in this suffering. Starsbourg could only look at them, angry at the villagers'cowardice and sad at the victim's fate, the words of the man stuck in her head.

"They're possessed by the devil and you still have the guts to approach them!"

Possessed by the devil?? No no it can't be, their case couldn't be that severe. They still had their mind and their senses and the church said that anyone possessed by the devil would lose them a long time ago after the possession. Those were just gossips and rumors, nothing else! They were aware about what they were doing and that it hurt them, they maybe had a fever or a disease but not to the point of possession!

Finally, after it felt like eternity, the man finally let her go after she was away enough as she huffed and rubbed her arm and went away, not wanting to believe what those people who never studied medicine said.

"Wait wait wait wait... Wait no- no no Starsbourg don't tell me that it will go like what I'm thinking-!" Alsace said, her eyes wide as a plate while gripping her now empty cup. The man stopped talking and looked at the woman again, an annoyed and exasperated expression on his face.

"Well, je sais pas moi (I don't know) how it will end... I f y o u k e e p i n t e r r u p t i n g m e-!" He detached every word he said as Alsace stared at him back, this time she was the one bothered.

"Well, sorry if I think that this story is interesting!" She huffed. Starsbourg blinked a few times, dumbfounded by her response.

"Wait, you think it's interesting?" He asked, confused. She threw her hands.

"Well, duh ouais (yeah), that's how I show that a story is captivating, by making a commentary every time! Now finish it, I want my answer!"

The Strasbourgeois raised an eyebrow in confusion but eventually, he just shrugged and sank even more in his chair, clearing his throat and continued his story.

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Well, it seems like Strasbourg was wrong. Again.

"Maybe I should really stop talking too fast."she mumbled to herself, deadpan and annoyed expression on her face.

But soon, this expression got replaced with a more worried one as she looked through her window the same three people who danced last time.

However, instead of the usual three, four more people joined, of course not intentionally, their trance, their screams of pain getting louder.

Oh Strasbourg wanted so badly to help them but villagers have decided that no one could get out of their house anymore unless it was necessary.

Don't try to blame her, Starsbourg has already tried multiple times to convince them that the necessity was to help the dancers but they refused to the point where they locked her from the outside, making her blood boil.

The scene was even more disturbing than before, the dancers were skinny, dirty and seemed on the edge of their lives and yet, they continued to dance. Hell, even their movements were heavy and painful, making them look like some sort of moving corpse rather than a human.

It was scary and that creeped out the woman who wanted to help them so badly but her door was locked and she tried multiple times to open it in some way but to no avail. Yet, she was stubborn and determined to help the villagers, her people. She kept forcing the door to open itself, starting to lose patience.

"Come ooon! Dammit, why did they have to lock it up as if I'm some sort of beast in a cage?!" She exclaimed, angry at the villager who had this idea. She looked back and forth at the window and the door, growing even more worried each second as her blood ran cold when she heard a tore screech from outside.

Immediately, she went to check as her eyes widened in horror at the scenery.

In the dancing mania, a man has collapsed however unlike Frau Troffea who fell because of exhaustion, the man have let out a last scream, a last call of help before succumbing and falling, his body now stiff and immobile. The dancers and the people who looked from their windows saw it and gasped in horror, others hiding their kids or putting their hands on children and youngsters'eyes, not wanting to create a trauma for them. The man who danced didn't seem to react anymore, his chest didn't moved an inch and his body could feel more heavier than when he was dancing. It only meant one thing.

The man was dead. Dead from dancing too much.

Instantly, Starsbourg shook her doorknob more violently, even pushing it as she screamed, wanting someone to hear her. "LET ME GO SACREBLEUE!(DAMMIT !)!!!One of them DIED and you still dare to LOCK me ?! I need to help them!!" She was enraged and scared, as she heard even more cries of help, plead and protest.

Five other people got out of their house and started to dance as well, forcing themselves to stay still as others begged their relatives to not lock the door and let them in.

"S'il vous plaît aidez-moi!!!(help me please!!!)"

"Non! Je ne veux pas danser!! (No! I don't want to dance!!)"

"Je vous en prie, je ne veux pas mourir!!(I'm begging you, I don't want to die!!)"

The speeches and cries only got louder and more numerous, some of the victims even started to cry while dancing eagerly, more people from last time collapsing. If anyone who wasn't "infected by the disease yet" was backing up, locking even more their house, the Strasbourgeois was trying to destroy like crazy her door but her efforts were no avail as she let out a grunt of rage, looking around her house, trying to find an object solid and heavy enough to break her door.

She trailed her eyes and they laid on chandelier she had on the table. Immediately she took it but cautiously made sure to think I'd it's solid enough to break the door. In the end she sighed in exasperation and instead, aimed at the window, muttering an apology for herself to sacrifice such an expensive item, taking a big breath before forcefully launch the chandelier with all of her strength on it.

She was lucky, the window shattered and despite a few debris of glass that went on her hands and face, the chandelier was intact. Plus, the people were too scared to go out of their house to warn her, at this rate it was each for himself.

Starsbourg saw the opportunity and immediately tried her best to slip out without accidentally hurting herself further and finally succeeded, taking the edges of her dress in order to walk better and faster. She could still hear the call of help, starting to crave themselves in her brain.

"I'm coming! Je vais vous aider!(I will help you!)" She yelled from afar but soon stopped her track and locked her eyes on the scenery, feeling something drop in her stomach.

It was worse when you approached the dancers.

On her spot, the Strasbourgeois could clearly see how much pain the villagers were in. Their feet were all bloody and swollen, others had their face completely ruined by sweat and tears as their bones started to show off below their skin. It really looked like some sort of twisted puppet show without strings attached on them or just some macabre dance with living skeletons.

But that sight didn't stopped Strasbourg to try to save them. Or more like that sight shouldn't stopped her, despite how scared she was.

Cautiously, the Strasbourgeois approached the dancers, like some sort of veterinarian approaching a dangerous animal, ignoring on purpose the screams and cries that really started to infest her brain, making her feel the urge to throw up because how much it sicken her. Still, she needed to help them, no matter the cost.

"Can you hear me?" She asked. Asking how they were doing was pretty much a stupid question at this rate but she didn't knew how to talk to them in their current trance therefore she thought that maybe it was a good start to know if they still had their senses.

The dancers ignored her literally, as if she didn't existed, each of them trying to ease their pain as they could. Strasbourg blinked a few times, seeing how no one cared about her on the slightest. She huffed a little before continuing, trying to use a more softer tone, still with a stressful undertone.

"S'il vous plaît- (please-), do you actually hear me or not? Hello?" She slightly waved her hand but none of their faces looked or even aknowledged her. She got impatient.

"I literally broke out of my own house and try to help them but how can I even achieve my goal if they don't even look at me?!" She thought to herself, infuriated.

However, when she was about to speak furthermore, everything stopped.

Strasbourg widened her eyes in confusion and shock, not processed what was happening in her surroundings. The screams, pleads and cries of help but instead of making her sick, the personification felt... Nice? Well nice wasn't the right word to define it but bad either couldn't describe that feeling either.

Everything all around her was blurry and distorted as her body felt numb. She couldn't feel any of her limbs anymore as if a weight was put in each of them, making her feel like some sort of heavy bag as a headache started to form too. Strasbourg's eyes grew heavy as well, a veil of fire enveloping while her vision made everything spin around.

"W-wha-" she wanted to speak up or even open her mouth but something have sealed it, making her lips and teeth glued to each other.

But the most surprising view was the dancers.

Instead of seeing the almost skeletal, moving corpses and the face of agony, the Strasbourgeois met joyous and lively people, dancing eagerly to a music that the anthropomorphic territory never heard before, some sort of distorted yet organized symphony, a loud whisper audible by nearly everyone who danced in the same beat on it.

Strasbourg couldn't believe what she saw. Was it some kind of fever dream that she couldn't wake up for? Or a trance that got an hold on her because she have gotten too close next to the victim of this bizarre dance mania?

She didn't knew anymore, she was lost. Everything was happening too fast and yet slow at the same time as her head was heavy and spinning, despite how hard she tried to make her gaze focuses right. It felt as if someone took control of her and she couldn't do anything about it except let it be.

"Please... List...en... T....me!" Despite the fact that she only thought those words, they were all slurred out and stuffy, as if even her own mind couldn't actually comprehend that she was talking.

"P....le....se....!"

But her efforts were in vain. All of the dancer's faces turned to look at her but they didn't seemed to be worried on the slightest.

Instead, while they were dancing, they reached out their hands towards her, in a way of invitation.

Strasbourg widened her eyes in utter surprise. They had the same face of the victims who were caught by the dancing plague but instead of seeing the horror on their faces, they were smiling happily and seemed so joyful and relieved unlike their faces before.

"They're.... Inviting me in their dance...?" The Strasbourgeois thought to herself as, without realizing, she reached out her hand too. When she realizes what she was doing, she instantly panicked.

"No no no no no no!! No!! STOP! STOP IT! WHAT IS HAPPENING?!!" She thought to herself, feeling in horror how her own body was against her will as it started to move each of her limb as if it wasn't paralyzed in the first place.

Strasbourg felt her blood running cold as she tried to take control of her body again but something blocked her to have an access of it.

"Is someone actually taking control of it??! Please! Someone! Anyone! HELP!!"

She wanted to yell so much but she couldn't. She couldn't speak, move, see or even hear anything clearly at this rate and the only thing she could do was watching herself succumb into the dancing mania as well.

If only she should have listened, she wouldn't have been seeing her own body having an stupid ecstatic smile while her limbs would move in coordination with the invisible music...

Strasbourg stopped his story as he innocently took a sip from his beverage. Alsace, who was already on the very edge of her seat, looked at him intensely before shifting her gaze into a confused, impatient and irritated one.

"AGH-!! Come on!! Really?!!"

The Strasbourgeois stopped drinking his chocolate as he looked at the alsacien, raising an eyebrow in a light playful tone.

"What?" He asked, chuckling lightly. Alsace huffed as she crossed her arms.

"Don't play dumb with me Strasbourg! You know what I mean! How did it even end?! I mean- you literally interrupted the story in the middle of it, where you literally got possessed!!"

Strasbourg rolled his eyes as he put down his now third empty cup as he looked at the other woman, deadpan.

"Pour la dernière fois (for the last time), I was not possessed. I still don't know what happened to me during that time but I still had my mind therefore it's not possession" he explained. Alsace snorted.

"Alright alright, si tu le dis (if you say so). Still.. how did it end?" She eagerly asked in insistance. Strasbourg thought about it, crossing his legs as he spoke again, this time his tone was more serious, trying to remember correctly what happened.

"Well.. After my.. fever dream- I woke up with a few pastors and cleric surrounding me, saying that I was possessed and they were able to get the demon out of me when I wore red shoes."

Alsace's tense position fell off when she heard what he have just said.

"Wait no kidding. Red shoes???"

Strasbourg nodded as he took his cup only to remember that it was empty. He grumbled a little but didn't really minded it as he put it back down. He cleared his throat.

"Yeah, it seems so weird but this whole case of "dancing plague" was already bizarre in the first place. And when I didn't believed them, I saw a few people who used to dance resting on a couch. Some of them really seemed to be on the edge but also relieved that their misery was done. And I actually saw that they wore red shoes, just like what the church have said. I really don't know how ok earth did they come with it but eh, that... Thing just disappeared mysteriously as much as it appeared. Therefore meh" he ended his story with a shrug. Alsace glared at him as the Strasbourgeois eyed her too.

"Quoi? (What?), I'm serious. It ends like this. If you excepted a dramatic end, sorry but it's not for this one"

Alsace raised her hands.

"Alright, alright I understand. Plus, it was already quite disturbing but interesting at the same time that you couldn't... Stopped yourself from dancing."

"Now that I think about it. It WAS weird what happened"

"Yeah no shit Sherlock"

Strasbourg rolled his eyes as he lightly punched the alsacien who laughed as well. The two waited a few moments before the woman started to get up, stretching herself a little as she checked out her watch.

"Well, seems like I need to go now, I don't want Lorraine to worry about me moping outside for too long" she said. Strasbourg nodded as he got up too.

"Do you want me to accompany you to the metro station or not?" He asked. Alsace shook her head.

"Nah it's only a few minutes from here plus, you're probably tired now. I mean it's quite late now" she dismissed. Strasbourg hummed as he sat down again.

"Alright then, thanks for the chocolate by the way"

Alsace smiled at him with a hint of mischief.

"I know. Allez au revoir (alright bye)" she waved as the Strasbourgeois laughed and waved back. He wanted for her to go away completely before getting up and locking the door.

He breathed out heavily as he started to clean up the table and the cups that he and Alsace have used. When everything was clean, he laid on his bed, breathing out as he ran his hand through his hair. Everything was dead silent as he looked at the ceiling, not moving an inch.

Then he started to laugh and laugh even more.

Finally, when he started to calm down a bit, he looked back at the ceiling, still giggling to himself as he breathed in and out before speaking out loud.

"Sorry, I didn't meant to keep repeating that argument I just didn't had ideas on the moment"

Another audible silent. Strasbourg laughed again.

"Yeah I know I could have just dodged it but- It was just too tempting I guess" he breathed out.

Silence again.

"Okay okay next time, I'll try to find a less suspicious way to tell people what happened but still-"

Strasbourg sat up on his bed as he removed his socks. His feet were swollen red and rubbed mark on it, alongside with barely visible cuts and ecchymoses. He sighed before laying back again. Another oppressive silence could be heard as he spoke again.

"Could you at least hide those this time? I would very much prefer sleep in more comfortable conditions thank you"

As Strasbourg spoke, the marks and bruises on his feet somehow started to fade out in a mysterious way. After a few seconds, he checked on them and seemed satisfied.

"Merci (thank you), I'll repay you in a way. Probably with a soul or two" he spoke loudly as he finally relaxed, this time the silence in his room seemed more loudly than ever.

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Yeah I wanted to write some horror stuff again and it really seemed like I'm really not good at it-

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had this idea just now while on the train and needed to share. royal!au where void and stiles are twins (so no possession etc. kinda like in sits) and princes then a servant girl accidentally hurts void twin when helping him clean up a cut or sum and she gets scared but instead of yelling like she thought he laughs and they start spending time together and fall in love but they have to keep it a secret bc hes a prince and she's a servant

ur an angel

ever fallen in love | prince!noah

bullet count; over 500. enjoy.

summary; prince noah falls for a kitchen maid.

notes; the original prince noah post! yay!

warnings; vague mentions of illness, that's about it.

listen it’s literally 500 bullet points long just accept it y’all

stiles typically being known as the 'friendly' prince

because he's so chatty, he loves talking and doing public events and speeches

but because stiles is always the one talking and accepting gifts etc, noah quickly got a reputation

and he didn't really do anything to deserve that

a few scowls and bad days, and one snap at a gardener who removed his flowers from his mother's grave after her death, and suddenly he's 'the dark prince'

and you? you're just one of the kitchen maids

not a very well known one, either

you just pour drinks and clean up the messes, and help lay out the tables

you don't even get to cook for the royal family

so that's how the first real meeting goes

you're pouring drinks for the princes, and you're a little distracted

because did prince noah get a new ring? it's pretty. really pretty. it's so beautifully done, it probably cost more than your entire wages for the year, an- oh fuck

you pour the wine a little too much, and it drips over the sides

of course, noah isn't exactly used to having wine poured on him, that was kind of a shock

and he drops the glass

it shatters everywhere

your apron and the bottom of your dress are covered in red wine

your only presentable dress

the one you have to wear when you actually leave the kitchen to serve

not likely that you'll be doing that again anytime soon, now, though

"oh, no, I am so sorry, m'lord"

"it's okay, it's just wine."

and he leans down to help pick up the pieces

"you don't have to do that, m'lord, really, it's my fault and-"

trying to take the shards of glass from his hands, only to catch on against his finger, and cut him a little

"oh, god, I am so sorry, I didn't mean to, really, it was an accident an-"

"it's just a cut, I've had far worse."

and the look on his face says it all.

like he knows what you were expecting of him, and he knows what everyone was thinking

you're braced to be shouted at, to be fired on the spot, possibly even arrested for harming a royal

but now he's just staring at you with worried eyes because you know you're about to cry

but you can't even find words

"I'm truly sorry, m'lord."

and then you leave, and you send one of the other maids out to finish cleaning, and you take your shouting at silently

because you know you fucked up

and that night, long after everyone else is in bed, you're still up

scrubbing in cold water at the hem of your dress trying to get it clean

it's the only one you have, and you can't afford another good dress

if you can't fix it, then that means no more crowning ceremonies, no more serving the family, no more anything, because you'll just have aprons and rags

"you know, I never got your name."

"fuck! you scared me- oh, I mean, sorry, m'lord, is there anything I can help you with?"

now you're definitely gonna be arrested

because you swore at one of the damn princes

"you don't have to call me 'lord', that makes me feel old. you can just call me noah."

"sorry, prince noah."

"no, just noah. no titles."

"I don't think that's very appropriate, m'lord."

watching him frown again as he lights a few more candles, as opposed to the two you'd been using.

"what are you doing?"

"laundry, m'lord."

"at heaven knows what time, in cold water?"

"trying to get the wine stains out, m'lord. I can't get hot water, because that would require lighting a fire, and I don't have permission for that."

"your hands must be freezing, though?"

and then he takes your hands, and he's drying them off on a towel

you really don't know what to say or do

"why didn't you just wait until laundry day?"

"s'my only good dress, if the stain sets, I'll not have another."

"well, I think you should go to bed, or you're going to be exhausted."

"but m'lord-"

"princes orders."

and you really can't do anything now, but your dress is going to be ruined

when you get up to finish it the next day, the wine is mostly gone

but there's a faint rim around the bottom where it was, and some faded stains

"if you've not got a dress, you're not serving the family."

"I know, matron."

spending your day in the kitchens instead, scooping and shovelling coals into the fire

and you get a chance to leave when you're told to go and prepare the sitting room for after dinner

you're in the middle of lighting fires and laying out brandy glasses when someone comes in

"I'm almost done, I just need the dessert cutlery an-"

"I don't have that."

almost dropping another glass in your shock.

"m'lord-"

"noah."

"prince noah, how can I help you?"

and you know you look a mess, he's just standing there stoically, staring at you for a second as you try to wipe your cheeks.

and then he smiles, and he's taking a step closer

"you just smeared coal on your cheek."

feeling so embarrassed about it, but he isn't laughing, just smiling

and he wipes it away gently with his thumb

"I have something for you. when do you finish your tasks for the day?"

"when you go to bed, m'lord."

and he would just click his tongue and hum a little at that

"well, then, who do I have to talk to in order to steal you away for a few moments?"

honestly not knowing what to do with yourself

“I-uh-the matron, m’lord.”

who makes her entrance with-

“have you finished, yet? the family is on their way, you can’t be out here, an- prince noah, I apologise for her, she shouldn’t be here.”

feeling embarrassed that someone is actually apologising for your presence

“no apologies necessary, I was bothering her. we still need dessert cutlery, but I need to borrow, uh-”

and now he’s embarrassed, and his cheeks kind of get a little pink as he looks at you

“the kitchen maid, m’lord?”

“her name, matron?”

“her name? (Y/N).”

“I need to borrow (Y/N), for just a few moments.”

and you see parts of the palace you’ve never seen before

because you’re just a kitchen maid, you know the dining room, the kitchens and the living rooms, and the staff entrances and pathways

you’re honestly worrying about whether you’ve got coal on your shoes and you’re ruining the expensive rugs

“I felt bad for ruining your good dress.”

“it was my fault, m’lord, I was distracted.”

“but I dropped the glass, and so I wanted to fix it.”

taking you to what seems like another living room

less brandy, more books, and a smaller fireplace

it’s more cosy than the after dinner living area

he gives you a box, and you already know what it is

opening the box to the most beautiful, deep blue dress you’ve ever seen

it’s got silk, its got lace, long hems and a corset bodice and sleeves that hook over your middle finger to create the elegant point on the back of your hand

“oh, wow... this makes my last good dress look like rags now.”

“do you like it?”

“it’s got the royal colours woven in. it’s your royal colour.”

when you look closer you can see them, all the shades of blue within it.

it’s got laces that are the same shade of baby blue as stiles’ carriage, and stitches the navy shade of the king, and the rest of it is the vibrant shade of deep blue that is noah’s colour.”

“well- yes. I thought it might look nice on you.”

“I love it, but I can’t accept it.”

“why not?”

“this dress probably cost more than I’d earn in years, I can’t afford that.”

“you don’t pay for gifts, (Y/N).”

hesitating, but he’s staring at you with wide pretty eyes and he pushes the box a little closer and you can’t really say no

“thank you, prince noah.”

“Well, I guess that’s better than ‘lord’. it’s progress.”

and then he’s giving you this little smile, and he says you can take it to put in your chambers

and he’ll go back to dinner

after that, there is almost something like friendship

you’d never dare to actually suggest you were friends with one of the princes, but it was nice

he’d smile at you when he saw you in the corridors, and sometimes he would even find time to exchange a few short words, between his royal duties and when you were alone

despite the looks you would always get from anybody passing by, wondering why a kitchen maid was talking to a prince

“you know, when I bought you a dress, it was with hopes that you’d wear it, so I could see you outside of the kitchens, again.”

almost dropping another glass as you were setting up the after-dinner room for desserts and brandy

“you have to stop scaring me like that. you’re unsettling good at sneaking around.”

you’re really not sure where the idea to chastise a prince - even jokingly - came from, but-

“it has it’s benefits.”

oh. oh, it’s okay. alright, then.

“well, the dress you bought is far too nice for simply serving dinner in, I’m saving it for a special occasion.”

“so, what you’re saying, is that if I want to see you again, I’m just going to have to buy you another, moderately less lavish gown?”

“I guess so, prince noah.”

“done. tell me which one?”

“I was joking, m’lo-”

“I was not.”

and now you’re just kind of staring at one another.

“if I were to skip brandy a desserts and go for a walk in the gardens, would you come with me?”

“I can’t, I have to wash the pots from dinner, and relay the table for breakfast.”

“I see.”

and he looks so disappointed, and you really don’t know why

“besides, m’lord, I’m not allowed in the royal gardens.”

“unless you’re with a royal.”

“I didn’t know you knew that.”

“I know all the legislature for my kingdom, it’s actually my job to know it, as one of the princes, and all.”

finishing laying out the glasses, and you can’t help but smile at his joke

“I am so sorry, my prince, is (Y/N) bothering you, again?”

trying not to physically scowl at the matron when she comes in

you swear, she hates you

“she has never bothered me. I think I find myself bothering her, actually.”

“no, of course not, m-”

“(Y/N) seems quite unwell. it must be the heat from the kitchens, she doesn’t look to well. I rather think she needs a breath of fresh air, don’t you agree?”

“oh, yes, of course, my prince, I’ll-”

“I think I could take some company in the gardens. You wouldn’t mind, would you, (Y/N)?”

and then you’re being offered an arm

no man has ever offered his arm to you to walk and now the prince is

and you feel embarrassed when you wipe your hands on the apron of your dress, and take his arm

but it does make you feel good when you watch the shock on your matrons face as you walk past her

walking the whole of the gardens with the prince

and it’s beautiful

there’s so many pretty flowers, and trees full of birds and blossom, and you take quite a pause to sit on a bench on one of the bridges that crosses the water

and it’s actually sunset by the time you’re making it back to palace

and you walk through the front entrance

with doors opened by guards who stare at you suspiciously

and you’re pretty sure it’s the best day of your life

“brother! you missed brandy. father did a puzzle. it was terribly boring. who’s this?”

and you curtesy, because you’ve never spoken to the other prince either

“no, wait, I know you. you’re the maid, with the spilled wine. my brother dragged my dress shopping for you, it was a very pretty dress.”

“it was, m’lord.”

“stiles, please. anybody who gets my brother to skip brandy and puzzles deserves a first name.”

“yes, prince stiles.”

“oh, so him you’ll call by his name?”

“I like you. as does my brother. it was lovely to meet you, you must excuse me, I need to make sure my father makes it to his bed.”

and then the other prince is leaving, and you’re alone again

and prince noah walks you right to the door of the staff entrance

“thank you for today, it was the best day of my life.”

“was it really?”

“yes.”

“then next time I’ll have to do better than just a simple walk.”

and he kisses your knuckles before bidding you goodnight

you don’t see much of noah the next day, or the day after, but you do on the third day

“you’re serving dinner today.”

“I am? matron, I don’t have a nice dress.”

“well, one was delivered for you. you must be getting a higher wage than I thought.”

it’s a very pretty dress, a simple white cloth with a few blue embellishments, all in the princes own shade of blue, sewn as pretty flowers into the hem

“i like your new dress.” he’d whisper as you pour him wine, and he’d smirk into his cup when you scoff under your breath

“yes, well, it was quite the surprise... thank you, prince noah.”

and you serve dinner the next day, and the day after that, too

until it starts to become something regular

after a couple of weeks, another dress happens to make itself known, one with red detailing on a pink fabric

and you’re not sure if you have enough drawer space for them both, so you keep one in a box while the other is being used

“do you like to read?”

“I do, my mother taught me before she died.”

you’re not as shocked by his presence this time, you’d expected it, from the way he’d let his eyes follow you throughout dinner,

talking in broken sentences whenever he could, without getting you into trouble

“as did mine. what is your favourite book?”

“I don’t have one. I just read whatever I can, when I see it. sometimes, when the matron takes me to town to buy supplies, I can see the newspaper and read about the world.”

“would you like to read my favourite book with me? it’s warm weather the sun is out, I was thinking about walking through the gardens and reading on the benches.”

“I don’t think matron wo-”

“I already spoke to your matron. you’re all mine, if you’ll have me?”

“I think I’d like that, let me just finish the cutlery.”

watching as prince noah hands you all the correct pieces as you lay the table

and then he offers you his arm again, and you walk again

he reads to you a little bit, and you read to him

you’re not as good at reading as he is, but he has patience, and he never judges you

at then end of the night, he walks you to the staff entrance again

and he lets you take the book, and tells you that when you finish reading it, it’ll give you an excuse to see him again

taking it with you to bed, with a candle, and trying to be quiet, but someone was waiting for you

“you need to be careful. there are stars in your eyes. he’s a prince, and you’re a kitchen maid, remember that, before you spend your life with a broken heart, serving a new queen one day when he becomes king, and your dalliance together becomes nothing to him.”

and it almost hurts

because you never expected anything, but it’s true

whatever kind of bond is forming would one day be shattered

but it’s not tonight

tonight, you have a book, and a new dress, and a warm feeling

reading the book in three days, and giving it back to him

telling him how much you enjoyed it, and all of your favourite parts

watching his face light up when you do, and he speaks more than you’ve ever heard him talk when he talks to you about the book

so much so you loose track of time, and prince stiles is the one who comes to find his brother for dinner

and he smirks the whole time he does, in a way that makes you as embarrassed as prince noah is to have been caught by the younger prince chatting away

being given another book by the end of the week

which you read bits of together, and bits of alone

but he always asks you what you thought of them, and it always makes him happy to hear your thoughts

that goes on throughout the whole of the spring and summer

sharing books and talking about them, while taking walks around the gardens

when the weather starts getting a little colder, you find noah often offering you his jacket

before a coat, unlike one you’ve ever owned, shows up in a box much like your dress boxes

when the leaves start to fall from the trees, debutant season rolls around

and both princes are expected to make an appearance, as they are every year, in honour of all the young ladies and gentleman coming of age

“have you ever been to the capital?”

“have you ever been to the cellar?”

“okay, snarky.”

this conversation taking place on one of your walks, which at some point, seemed to have become expected, because your chores after dinner had faded away, and your mornings had become earlier instead

“I only ask, because it’s debutant season, which means my family goes to the capital for several days.”

“I’m aware, so all the pretty young ladies in their fancy dresses can hope you’ll ask them to dance, and win your heart, and become a queen some day.”

“that’s not what it’s for.” simply raising an eyebrow at him. “well, that’s not all that it is for.”

“for me, it means deep cleaning everything, and scrubbing the palace top to bottom, while preparing for winter.”

“this year, I’m hoping it’ll be something different for you. I would like you to accompany us.”

“that’s not my place, prince noah.”

“we choose whichever staff we’d like, and I would like you.”

“I’m not a guard, or a footman, or even a chamber maid. what purpose could I possibly serve?”

“you’d be my friend. these things can be awfully lonely when you’re not looking to get married, you know.”

going on a train

to the capital

and it’s crazy

admittedly, for the most part, you don’t actually see noah

he rides the first class train, and he rides in a different carriage, and stays in a different hotel to you

he’s trailed around the upper classes and introduced, and you sit with other staff of other families and stay quiet

but he always catches your eye, and smiles, and finds time to get small conversations in when he can

the first time you’re actually with the royal family is when they attend the debutant ball

and you’re all expected to arrive together

of course, he is introduced, one of the very last names, as he’s a royal, not just a debutant

you’re in the crowd, and his eyes quite literally light up

and he smiles when he walks down the steps and he keeps staring even as he’s shaking hands and making polite conversation

when mingling comes, he makes his way to you

“you’re wearing the dress I bought for you. with my colours.”

“this seemed like the most special occasion I’d ever see, and this is the most special dress I have ever owned, it was only appropriate.”

“you look beautiful.”

letting him mingle a little more

actually getting the courage to talk to some people, and see what life was like around the country for others, in places you’ve ever been to

prince noah finding you again

“would you like to dance with me?”

feeling like you can’t breathe

like the corset is suddenly too tight, or your hair might fall from the updo that took you hours, or maybe that the room just got a lot smaller-

“I would love to, my prince, but I can’t-”

“you can. nobody can stop you, I asked you, an-”

“no, I mean, I can’t dance. I don’t know how to. I was never taught. all these girls, they’re so elegant and they were taught to dance and I was taught to light fires and-”

“you’re panicking. stop panicking. we won’t dance, it’s okay. lets go somewhere else instead.”

taking his arm and letting him guide you through the halls

to a really big library

not as big as the palace one, you’re sure, but it’s big.

reading together for a while, and it’s so much more comfortable

letting your hair down, literally

and just relaxing

chatting late into the night until the candles all burn down, and the ball is long since over

and you both have to sneak through the halls to keep quiet and get to your rooms

and he walks you right to your door this time

and kisses your cheek when he lets you go

and things pretty much go back to normal when you get back

but the smiles are softer and his arm folds to bring you a little closer when you go for walks

snow starting to come around and it crunches when you walk in it

but then you don’t see noah for your walks for a couple of days

and he’s quieter during meal times

after almost a week of no interaction, you find out why

your matron telling you that you won’t be doing your regular chores today

you’ve been requested elsewhere

it’s prince stiles that comes to find you, and escorts you through the halls

to the upper levels where you’ve never been

“my brother, he’s not very well, but he keeps talking about you. I think you should be the one to look after him.”

and noah is not well at all

he’s got a fever and a cough and he’s very sniffly

smiling despite it when he sees you

“I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you too, I actually had to do my chores when you weren’t there to whisk me away.”

his laughs turning into a coughing fit

getting a cloth and some cold water mopping sweat fro his forehead

basically doting on him for two days straight

hand-making soup and food for him when he fell asleep

lighting the fire in his room to keep him warm

tidying up and swapping the sheets when he was bathing

reading to him to help him fall asleep

pushing hair back out of his face

on the last evening, when he is clearly doing considerably better, thanks to doctors and medicines and soups, you’re reading to him again

“can you sit next to me?”

“I am sitting next to you.” because you’ve pulled the chair from the corner right up next to his bed

but he’s patting the blankets next to him as he lays under them

“no, sit next to me.”

being nervous, because it’s entirely inappropriate

but you’ll be damned if you don’t want to

so you do

and he rolls over a little while you’re reading to him

he lays down and rests his head on your stomach and you play with his hair

and he falls asleep like that

and it hits you then and there that you’re in way too deep

because you liked the way it feels to be held by him, and you like seeing him when he’s not being proper, when he’s just himself, and reading books and going for walks, and shit, you like him

which is when you start to panic and pull away

because you’d gotten so used to him being there that you’d forgotten there was a time when he wasn’t

but there would inevitably be that one day again, and you weren’t so sure you were ready for that

finding things to do over the next few days so you can’t go on walks

and you haven’t finished the new book

it wasn’t that hard to find things to do

christmas was coming up and so that meant busy times

it meant big meals and parties and decorating the palace

and for a while, you thought the way you felt physically was just fro your distance

a guilt and pain from the way noah would look at you each time you turned down his walks or said you were busy

but it started to become obvious that it was more than that

something was wrong

you were sick

but you were a maid, and it was your job to work through it

but you could no longer serve meals or work in the kitchen

so you tried to do other work

you brought in boxes of decorations from the sheds outside after sorting through them all

and you cleaned the cellar and searched for the christmas wines and brandy over the regular ones

but that chill and damp only made it worse

and the first you realised it had simply gone from bad to a whole fucking lot of bad was when everything went black

you were carrying a a box of wreaths and ornaments from the shed and then nothing

waking up to a warm fire that had burned to ask long ago, and a lot of blankets, and a weight on your hand that was making it feel numb

pulling your hand back and shaking it out as you tried to get your bearings

a candle being lit seconds later and warm light spilling over the bed lightly

and a face you recognised well

“oh, my god, you’re awake. are you okay?”

“what happened?”

realising just how sore your throat was

fingers pushing your hair back out of your face lightly

little laughs that he let out that really weren’t amused but more relieved

“matron found you. said you’d been gone a while getting the wreaths, and she found you in the snow.”

and then he’s sniffling a little bit and he looks vulnerable, and when he puts a hand on your cheek, you don’t even question it

“you were so cold, and you were unconscious, and your lips were blue.”

and he brushes a finger over your lips and sniffles again

“you scared the shit out of me. it’s been three days. three days where I didn’t know if I’d get to see your pretty eyes again, or hear you talk about the fish in the stream, or feel my heart beat the way it does when you smile at me. don’t do that, okay? i was so damn scared..”

“noah..”

“why does it take one of us almost dying for you to call my by my name, huh? if I’d known that, I would have done something stupid a long time ago.”

and then he’s leaning in, and pressing a kiss to your forehead, and every bit of resistance you had towards staying away from him melts

because right now, you think you’d much rather live in the sweet moment than think about the heartbreak to come

“noah?” whispering his name again once he had settled his head back onto the edge of the bed, and you’re playing with his hair again

“yeah?”

“when’s breakfast?”

“not sure. it’s the middle of the night, and your room doesn’t have a clock. are you hungry?”

“little bit.”

“let’s get you some food, then.”

letting him help you out of bed, his hands a lot stronger as he pulls you to your feet

you’re still a little shaky and weak

still holding your hands, and standing right before you once you’re standing

“you can let go now.”

“I don’t want to.”

and then his fingers slip between yours in a tighter grip, and he’s holding your hand

his thumb playing with yours all the way to the kitchen

“sit down, I’ll make you something.”

“you’ve never cooked a day in your life.”

“well, there’s bound to be a book around here somewhere. which one was that soup you made me in?”

“my head, because that’s my recipe.”

“you made that? I thought you didn’t cook.”

“I don’t cook for you, but I can cook for me. I don’t have enough experience to cook for royals.”

“that was the best soup I’ve ever had.”

rolling your eyes at him, but thanking him anyway

searching for some bread to eat while he looks around

because you know that he’s probably never been down in the kitchens before

“will you teach me?”

“teach you what?”

“to make that soup. or, to cook something in general, I guess. I’ve never thought about it before, but I’m a little embarrassed now. my mum knew how to cook when we were little.”

so, you show him how to make soup

and it’s a bit of a mess

because he can’t chop very well without almost taking off his fingers, and he keeps jumping when bubbles pop in the pan

but you make soup, and sit at the table together to eat

“will you teach me something, too?”

“whatever you’d like.”

“will you teach me how to dance?”

letting him pull you to your feet once again

your hand on his shoulder, his hand in yours, and his hand on your waist

and you swear his fingers are burning right through your sleep dress

stepping on his toes a couple times

quiet giggles as he hums tunes and twirls you around the kitchen

and afterwards, he walks you to your room, and falls asleep in the chair beside your bed again

holding hands on your walks now

which makes both of you blush a little at first

and noah showing up in the kitchens, to everybody’s shock and matrons almost heart attack

and asking her if he can stick around and learn a few things

teaching you to dance in quiet moments when he can

and christmas comes around

the trees are up and so are all of the decorations and invitations for the christmas party have gone out

it’s the christmas parade, and then it’s preparing the christmas food

and before you know it, you’re walking the grounds again the night before the christmas ball

and noah’s hand is wrapped around yours as you keep your coat tight

and when he leaves you that night, it’s with a lingering kiss to your forehead, and a squeeze of your hand

before his forehead is resting on yours again, and he’s hesitating

“I know I’m going to see you tomorrow, but I don’t think I’m ready to leave you just yet.”

“it’s only a few hours away.”

“and I always hate the hours when I’m not with you, because I’m only ever truly happy now in the hours that I am.”

his nose brushing against yours

before matron is coughing not-so-subtly from the end of the corridor, and shaking a set of keys

and noah leaves, and you go to bed

the day of the ball being absolute chaos

not seeing noah until you actually go to the ball

which all staff are invited to, because it’s a buffet style meal

royals and staff alike on christmas

there’s music and dancing and you’re laughing with the other kitchen maids, who are all wearing their best dresses too

and despite the ‘staff and royals together’ approach, the royas nomrally mingle with the upper classes, and the staff with one another’s houses

but then there’s noah

and he’s taking your hand and asking you to dance with him again

“your father is watching, noah.”

you’d whisper it, and he’d smirk a little, and rub his thumb over the back of your hand soothingly

“I know. I don’t care who’d watching. I want everyone to see how great of a dancer you’ve become, I want everyone to see you in your pretty blue dress of my colours, and besides, you think my father doesn’t know of you by now? he’s rathe eager to meet you, I’ve been holding him off.”

“why’s that? it’s an honour to meet the king, you know.” teasing him a little despite how nervous the mere idea makes you

and twirling a little among the others on the dance floor

“because I want you to myself a little while longer. I’m selfish like that. once he meets you, he’ll love you, and then he’ll want you to do puzzles and chat, and that’s less time for me.”

“I think you’ve forgotten I’m just a kitchen maid, noah.”

“you’re so much more than that, darling.”

meeting the king

feeling like you might sweat right through your dress

and even though you know he’s trying to help, when noah holds your hand it only makes you so much more nervous

“so, you’re the young woman my son can’t stop talking about? I hope you’ll join me for a puzzle, one day, I’d rather like to get to know you better.”

“told you.”

letting him walk you to your room afterwards

lingering stares and holding of hands and more brushes of noses after cheek kisses

“I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“it’s christmas day, noah. your family came from across the country, and I have a rather large dinner to cook, perhaps the day after.”

“please, just a couple of minutes?”

“find me after breakfast, that’ll be the least busy time.”

he does

he wastes no time, he catches you right after breakfast before you’ve even got back to the kitchens after stocking up the other fires

smirking a little as his hand lands on your cheek

“you’ve smeared coal on your cheek.”

letting him wipe it away, feeling kinda nostalgic about it

“merry christmas, darling.”

“merry christmas, noah.”

“I got you something.” handing you a little box from his pocket, and inside it is a beautiful necklace, with a dark blue gem shining in it. “do you like it?”

“it is the single most beautiful thing I have ever held.”

“well, that’s fitting, because it’s for the single most beautiful thing that I have ever held.”

swearing you heard a scoff somewhere, but it’s very busy, and it’s probably just background noise

letting him put it on for you, and blushing when he adjusts it to fall just right

“my present for you seems stupid, now.”

“you got me a present?” watching his whole expression go soft

“I baked you some cookies, they’re my favourites.”

“that’s so sweet.” and then his hand in yours, tugging you a few steps forwards, and to the left

and then he’s looking up

and you can feel him trembling a little with his nerves

and you realise why when you follow his gaze

“is that-”

“yeah.”

mistletoe, hanging by a little piece of string from over one of the balconies and you were certain no member of staff had put that up

“are you going to-”

“yeah. I mean, I want to, if thats okay with you?”

“yeah.”

warm and soft kisses

so nervous at first

just timid little pecks with his hand on your cheek

before his pulling you in and it’s a little more confident

a hand on your waist and holing on firmer

panting a little when he pulls away

and staring at one another with wide eyes

because that just changed everything, and you’re so scared

“what now?” your voice cracking when you whisper

“now-” he would lick his lips, and give you another brief kiss, before straightening out his dinner jacket “now I go to dinner with my family, and tell my father that I’m in love with you, and later, we meet in the library, and talk about this, while eating cookies.”

“seems like you have this all figured out.”

“I’m terrified. stiles gave me a pep talk.”

watching the mistletoe surreptitiously being pulled away back over the balcony by the owner of the scoff you’d heard

“but you’re worth it. I’m in love with you.”

“I love you too.”

“well, that makes things a lot easier, and a lot less scary. I’ll see you later.”

another kiss, and then he’s leaving, and your head is still spinning

stiles coming down the stairs a second later, with mistletoe on a string in his hand

“I have a feeling we’ll be seeing a lot more of one another now, I think it’s about time we went for a little walk and a chat, hm?”

getting a wink and a promise of a walk from stiles, before you’re going back to the kitchens

i don’t know how to end this but this is the end ok

#9ksleepover

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when i was young i fell into a river

pairing: kirishima x reader

word count: 5k

warnings: none, really! a bit of angst, a bit of fluff i guess?

notes: hello, it's me, back again with some writing! it's been a long time and i'm very sorry about that, but i've finally gotten around to writing and posting my spirited away au! i'm v stressed with college so this turned out more vent-y than i had originally intended, but hopefully it's enjoyable anyway! thank you all for being so patient with me, i am endlessly grateful for you

The dream is the same as always, comforting in its familiarity.

A salt-scented breeze cools your sweat-soaked brow as you pause behind one of the sliding screen doors, the rice paper windows doing nothing to block out the chatter of the other workers. The bubbling noise of the bathhouse is constant, and the quiet little moments you steal away for yourself in the middle of the working day is the only solitude you’ve gotten since you came here. The work is physically back-breaking, but you know that you’re working towards a goal. It’s just a shame that you can’t remember exactly what that goal is.

One of the other girls calls your name, and you sigh as your unofficial break comes to an end. You slip back into the room, ignoring the way the frog spirits snicker and hold their noses as you pass. They like to complain a lot about your human stench, but it doesn’t stop them from threatening to eat you every time you make a mistake. Fear, you’ve found, is an uncomfortably successful motivator.

The days bleed into one another, full of scrubbing dark wooden floors and the rich earthy scents of the herbal mixes they use in the baths. The spirits that frequent the bathhouse, that once inspired so much awe and fear in your heart, become so commonplace that you hardly spare them a glance anymore. From the cackling masked spirits that always travel in threes to the grinning cat spirits to the sombre, unspeaking river spirits, you only go as far as to offer them a polite bow before scurrying out of their way. They never spare you any attention, anyway -- most of the time, the spirits’ eyes seem to look right through you.

All but one, that is.

He looks to be a boy around your age, but appearances can be deceiving around here. His red eyes are often dull and blank, but even so they have a certain ageless quality about them that no human twelve-year-old could ever possess. His scarlet hair sticks up in gravity-defying spikes, and his skin is as smooth and clear as running water. His face is often stuck in a carefully cultivated blank expression; the only thing about him that doesn’t seem intimidatingly otherworldly are the deep purple shadows under his eyes.

He helped you once, when you first came here. The rare act of kindness had stuck in your head, made even more remarkable in the face of the following weeks and months of harsh work and cruel co-workers. You wonder if he remembers; he doesn’t often look at you, but sometimes when he does you swear you can see a flicker of something in his eyes.

Two of the girls start yelling at each other, arguing heatedly over the way the work is being divided. A foreman appears to break up the fight, but then they both start shouting at him instead. You take the moment of distraction to relax, wincing at the pull of your tired muscles in the back of your neck. All the other girls working at the bath house are older and bigger than you, which means you need to work twice as hard to keep up with them and prove that you’re worth keeping around.

In the brief moment of rest, your eyes are drawn slowly to the corridor, where guests and workers alike bustle past as they travel to the treatment rooms and bathtubs deeper into the bathhouse. As if you’ve conjured him just by thinking about him, the boy stands in the doorway.

You straighten up on instinct, suddenly self-conscious of your sweat-soaked body and dishevelled uniform. He’s not even looking your way, preoccupied with the two girls who are still yelling at the frog foreman. Slowly though, his eyes began to travel the room, and you take a deep breath and hold it as his dull ruby gaze lands on you like a physical weight. You crack a nervous smile, feeling the muscles in your cheeks that have gone unused for weeks ache at the strain, and raise a hand to give him a tiny wave.

For just a moment, that blankness in his face seems to quiver and fall away. He smiles back.

You jolt awake, breathing heavily and coated in a light sheen of sweat. You’ve had the same dream, or some variation of it, regularly ever since you were twelve years old and while it’s become familiar to you, you still find yourself feeling vaguely panicked when you wake up after it, as though you’ve forgotten something very important.

Once your heartbeat has calmed down a little, you pull yourself out of bed and trudge into the kitchen to make yourself some tea. The weak, milky light of dawn filters in through the windows, lighting your apartment up just enough so that you don’t have to turn on a light to make your way around. You take your tea out to the balcony and sit, gazing out at the purplish early morning sky.

Most of the time when you wake up from those dreams you feel blessedly lucky to be living alone with no one to question or bother you, but sometimes you can’t help but be overcome by overwhelming loneliness. The dreams are silly and most of the time they don’t even make any sense, but in the aftermath of them you’re always left with a vague sense of unfulfillment, though you can’t put your finger exactly on what it is you’re missing. You always end up exactly like this; sitting outside on your balcony in the early morning light, drinking tea alone and desperately wishing for something more.

You sigh, and go back inside.

The dream is the same, but different.

The garden is in full bloom, greenery overlaid with bursts of beautiful bright colours. Camellias, rhododendrons, and oleanders wave and shiver gently in the warm breeze, and apple blossoms hang heavily from a nearby tree. The flowering garden is enormous and maze-like, and you have yet to see it in any state other than fully flourishing.

It’s a beautiful place, especially after the hot, cramped working quarters of the bathhouse. You inhale the sweetly fragranced air and feel the knot of tension in your spine unfurl; it feels like the first time that you’ve been able to breathe all week, but that’s not the only reason that you’ve found yourself outside.

At the bottom of the garden, the grass drops off into a sheer drop. The cliff face overlooks a seemingly endless ocean, and you perch a safe distance from the drop before leaning back in the grass. The sky is an almost surreally deep blue and you watch as enormous fluffy clouds float by, looking as though they’ve been painted on a jewel-blue canvas.

It’s not the first time you’ve had this dream, and you know what you’ll see if you keep patiently watching.

It doesn’t take long — it never does. You time your lunch breaks precisely, all so you get to see this sight.

The clear blue sky makes it so much easier to spot the shiny white scales, flashing jewel-bright in the sunlight. The dragon writhes in the sky, streaking through the air like a great serpent caught in the wind. Even from this distance, you can see the knife-like teeth, the great sharp claws that gleam like pyrite, and the twisting horns that erupt from his head like daggers made from calcified bone. He looks deadly, a living weapon that swims through the air like a salmon in open water, but the sight of him makes something settle in your stomach.

You wonder what it would feel like to fall through the air with nothing but the wind to break your fall. You imagine it must feel like freedom.

The dragon flutters through the air, buoyed by the gentle sea breeze. If you didn’t know better, you might almost think that he was showing off — his movements are hypnotic, dreamlike, more like a dance than anything. His scales glow pearlescent in the midday sun, otherworldly and earthly all at once.

You could happily stay and watch him skim through the sky forever, but already the bell is being rung to call all workers back into the bathhouse. You heave a sigh so deep it feels as though your chest is about to crack with the force of it, before hauling yourself to your feet.

Your break is over, and now it’s back to work.

Sometimes you find it difficult to tell when you’re dreaming and when you’re awake. It feels as though everything is always happening all at once, in the present tense, forever. You don’t get to rest when you close your eyes and drift off to sleep, because the dreams just keep coming and coming. Sometimes you don’t feel like your life is real when you’re awake.

Riding on the train has always been therapeutic, especially at this time of the early morning. The sun rising lazily over the horizon sends milky threads of purple and pink across the cloudy sky, and you cradle your chin in your hand as you gaze out across the moving landscape. You love these little trips, feeling more at home in the creaky, overfull train carriage than you do in your own bedroom sometimes, though you can’t quite work out where that particular feeling comes from.

You know sometimes that stories end with “And then I woke up — it was only a dream”, but in your experience the story simply doesn’t end. You cannot fully wake up without the tail-ends of your dreams clinging to you for the rest of the day, and you never fully sleep. You just dream, dream, dream.

Sighing, you lean your head back against the seat that you’re slumped in. The train carriage is too full, and you were lucky to get a seat in the first place — from your vantage point, you watch as people sway in tandem with the motion of the train. It’s almost hypnotic, how they undulate back and forth with every turn, brushing against each other only to be pulled apart again by the lurching train.

Through the sea of bodies, you catch a man’s eye. It breaks the monotony of the morning commute and your own spiralling thoughts, and your spine straightens unconsciously. He quirks an eyebrow briefly, slightly, in such a way that no one would be able to safely accuse him of having done it.

You look away, startled for no good reason. Do you know him? He feels familiar in a way that you can’t quite put your finger on. The train rattles on, and it takes several long minutes before you work up the nerve to glance the man’s way again. He’s still watching you, but you’re ready for it this time. His attention isn’t such a shock, and you allow your eyes to wander over his face properly.

You must know him, you think. Your eyes track over his features as though they’re winding over a well-worn path, admiring the curve of his nose and the fullness of his lips and the arch of his eyebrows over his intense, watchful eyes.

He smiles at you, and it feels as though you’re sharing a secret from across the crowded train carriage. You smile back — it’s just a small tug of the corners of your mouth, but it’s the most you’ve smiled in months. Longer, maybe.

In the middle of the carriage a woman laughs at something her friend has said and sways backward, blocking your view of the stranger. It feels like a loss.

The train trundles onwards, and the carriage gradually empties out. You watch people step off the train with friends, with their heads ducked low, lost in thought, arguing over the phone, distracted with their book bags. By the time it comes to your stop, the man is gone.

You try not to feel disappointed as you step off the train — it’s silly, after all. You don’t know the man, and whatever you thought you felt as you looked at each other was surely all in your own head. Your head has been awfully full, recently.

As you step off the train you grapple with your bag, side-stepping a businessman who is busy shouting down the phone at some unfortunate coworker. You’re distracted, which is the only reasonable explanation for how long it takes you to realise that the man from the train is standing in front of you.

“Oh.” You blurt, startled. You had already begun to resign yourself to never seeing him again, so you can’t help but feel distinctly caught off guard at the sight of him standing before you. “Hi.”

“Hello.” The man says. He’s looking at you expectantly, but you have no idea what he’s waiting for — as it is, you get completely distracted by his eyes. You hadn’t noticed on the train, but now that he’s up close you see that they’re a truly unusual deep burgundy. He tilts his head when you remain silent, and bites his lip. Now that you’re really looking, you notice how sharp his teeth are. “You’ve barely changed at all.”

You blink at him. “Er…” You trail off nervously. You don’t recognise him, but you feel like you know him. Clearly, he thinks that he knows you.

“It’s fitting, isn’t it? Meeting again on a train?” He smiles, and it’s an impossibly knowing expression. You don’t think you’ve ever been on the receiving end of a look that intimate in your life, though you have no idea what he’s talking about.

Someone collides hard with your shoulder and you stagger for balance. You only look away from the man for a mere second, but it’s enough; when you look again, he’s gone.

You take to walking. There’s a wooded area behind the town, and you enjoy traipsing idly through the trees. Ancient roots erupt out of the dirt and fan over the ground like hairs, and the moss that covers the trunks of the trees is such a deep green that it almost seems like paint pigment. It’s soothing, being surrounded by nature like this. It reminds you of childhood — the simplicity of being able to jump over tree roots under a canopy of pale green leaves, of being able to leave all your thoughts and stress at the boundary of the forest.

It’s where you come after waking sweat-soaked and disoriented from a dream that clings to you like a burr, where you walk among the ferns and the needle-leaved weeds until you manage to shake the last vestiges of memory from your mind. You need it, especially in the mornings where you wake up with the acrid scent of herbal cleanser stinging in your nose or the bite of hard calluses on your palms from non-existent rough cloths. On mornings like that, you walk and walk until you no longer feel as though you’re more alive in your dreams than you are in reality.

Deep in the forest is a great red facade, painted a flaking, faded red. You wander by it frequently, admiring the overgrown greenery that crawls up the walls like reaching fingers, the mossy stone guardian that stands sentinel amongst the cracked flagstones that lead into the tunnelled entrance. You’ve asked around in the town, curious about what exactly this building was for, but most of the locals either don’t know what building you’re talking about or admit that they’re not sure. One man told you that the facade was built for a theme park in the 90s that had ended up going bust in the recession, and that the building only looked old.

You remain unconvinced on that front. The building has the kind of presence that only very old things have; it feels like it’s watching you.

For the most part, your walks in the forest are peaceful. Recently though, you’ve found yourself plagued by an insistent, irritating sense of deja vu. You don’t know where it’s coming from, and it hits you at the strangest of times — when you’re making tea, or in the bath, or cleaning your apartment, or on the train, or admiring the sky on a cloudless day.

The man from the train is the boy in your dreams. It takes you weeks to come to that realisation. You just wake up in the middle of the night on a random Tuesday, with wide eyes and clammy skin and his name slipping from the forefront of your mind.

It shouldn’t be possible, but once it dawns on you, you’re certain of it.

Even stranger is that once you realise it, it feels as though you see him everywhere. You see flashes of red hair when you’re walking down the street, when you’re grocery shopping, when you’re walking home late at night. It’s only ever the barest glance out of the corner of your eye, just overt enough for you to know it’s him, but subtle enough for you to question yourself immediately after.

One night, you travel to a local city to meet some old school friends. At night, the city seems to pulse. The music from seedy clubs spills out into the neon-lit streets, muffled shouted arguments echoes from alleyways and apartments alike, and the streets are peppered with people either scurrying or stumbling home, with very little variation. Though the perpetually overcast sky hides any trace of the moon or stars, the streetlamps reflect in the ever-present stagnant puddles littering the street, lighting them up in varying shades of sickly yellow.

At night, the city seems alive. Chronically ill and struggling to breathe, maybe, but clinging to life all the same.

The way the neon lights flicker in the gloomy darkness, just barely illuminating the shadows of people hurrying through the streets to get in out of the rain, reminds you of something you can’t quite remember. It sits in the back of your mind like a sour taste, but no matter how much you reach for the memory it remains just out of reach.

You spend most of the night staring out of the steamed up window of the pub, entranced by the sight of the night streets and frustrated by the memories that seem to dangle just out of reach. You know that it doesn’t make for good company, and you feel guilty for that. Your friends don’t seem overly surprised at your detachment. You’ve been drifting away for years, and though tonight was supposed to be all about reconnecting it seems clear that it’s not going to work.

When you eventually stand up to leave, with forced smiles and awkward goodbyes, you can’t help but feel melancholy settle over you like a second skin. As you slip out of the pub and onto the dark streets, the thought crosses your mind that you’re not used to being alone like this. It’s a silly thought, really; you’ve been alone for years. But sometimes, in those liminal moments between waking and sleeping, you swear you can hear the gentle drowsy breaths of dozens of people sleeping all around you, as though you’re surrounded on all sides. On those nights you wake up hot and claustrophobic and uncomfortable, but never feeling lonely.

It is probably your own fault, you reflect as you drift down the sidewalk like a ghost. It’s difficult to make an effort to know people when you feel as though you don’t know yourself. You don’t know how to bridge the distance between yourself and other people. You think sometimes that you’re missing chunks of yourself.

You pass an open shopfront that’s serving street food, and glance briefly in at the kitchen. The cook is illuminated only dimly in the smoky room, standing out as a shadow figure more than anything, and for a split second you could swear that he has six arms. You look away quickly and carry on walking — you don’t want to look again only to be proven wrong. You want to preserve that little second of magic strangeness for as long as you can.

The puddles on the street seem like they’re glowing with the light reflected from the neon streetlamps, and you weave your way carefully around them to avoid getting your feet wet. The night has a strange quality about it, almost as though it’s holding its breath.

Considering the combination of your pensive mood and the expectant air of the evening, you don’t feel surprised at all when you look up from the wet cobblestones to find the man standing only a few feet ahead of you.

He smiles like he’s nervous, his gaze tracking carefully over your face. In his hands, he’s holding flowers. Camellias, you think. It’s the first time since you first saw him on the train that hasn’t been a fleeting glance out of the corner of your eye— he’s here in front of you and he’s real and solid and sturdy. He seems more substantial than the streets around you, than your friends back at the pub had been.

“Do you remember me?” He asks, voice soft as though he’s afraid of the answer.

“Remember you?” You croak. It feels as though the words are catching inside your throat. “No. But I’ve seen you every night in my dreams for years.”

If that’s the answer he’s expecting, he doesn’t show it. He just keeps looking at you, your face, your body. You wonder exactly it is that he’s seeing. “These are for you.” He says eventually, holding out the flowers. “I didn’t- I wanted to bring you something, when I saw you again. And I know that you always liked the garden.”

He’s talking as if the places that you’ve dreamed about are real. It doesn’t come as the earth-shattering surprise you might have expected — rather, it feels like a key turning in an old lock. A click, and then a sense of yes, that’s right.

You take the flowers, and clutch them to your chest. They’re a fleshy pink, with a vibrant yellow centre. The petals are as soft as velvet. Holding them feels like holding a safety blanket. “Thank you.” It’s the only thing that you can manage to say right now. Your thoughts are too full, and nothing else makes it out of your mouth.

It’s rather startling, the feelings that bubble up in your chest. It feels like something has just been unlocked, as though you had stored away all this emotion somewhere deep in your ribcage and then forgotten about it only for it to resurface at this precise moment, for this precise person.

“Eijirou.” You croak. “Kirishima Eijirou.”

His whole face brightens, and his eyes sparkle. “Yes. That’s me. You do remember!”

They’re not quite memories, you don’t think. They come in dreamlike flashes — the garden, an ocean, train tracks, the feral snarling of a dragon with sharp teeth, hard work and hot food, friends.

“I’m sorry I took so long,” Kirishima is saying, his face open and earnest. “But I told you that I’d come and find you again, remember?”

You do remember, sort of. A flash of a warm hand holding yours, pushing you forward over a boundary between one world and another, and a goodbye whispered behind you that sounds like a promise.

“You saved me.”

Kirishima laughs, though his eyes look a little shiny. “It was the other way around, actually. I would have stayed trapped in that bathhouse forever, if it weren’t for you.”

“The bathhouse.” You murmur, wide-eyed. It was real, real, real.

“Things are different now.” He edges closer to you. He’s large and imposing and taller than you, but he’s hunched slightly in an attempt to make himself unthreatening. “That’s why it took so long for me to come for you. Things were changing. Me and Katsuki run the bathhouse now.”

Katsuki. In your mind's eye you see a boy with wild blond hair and a dangerous look in his eyes, a boy who gives you extra rice when he can manage and takes over parts of your chores when you get so tired that you’re fit to pass out.

“I didn’t mean to make you wait.” He says quietly, and the tide of emotion that you had just barely been holding at bay comes crashing over you. Before the first tear has welled over the edge of your eyelids, Kirishima has stepped forward and wrapped you in his arms. The flowers are crushed between your chests as you cry.

“I didn’t even know what I was waiting for.” You cry into his silk suikan.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers into your hair. “I’m here now. I’m not going to leave again.”

You don’t release your grip on him. You’re not willing to take the chance.

After a moment, Kirishima speaks again. “Are you ready to go?”

“Go?” You echo, finally pulling away. “Go where?”

“Home.” He says, and he means the bathhouse. He means the spirit world.

“You want me to work for you?”

“I want you to help us run it.” He corrects. The distinction is important for both of you — though the memories are distant, you both know what it feels like to have your names and voices erased so cleanly that it makes you wonder if you ever existed fully at all.

“I don’t know anything about running a bathhouse. Especially not one for spirits.” You say, but Kirishima just laughs.

“You were always a hard worker. You’ll learn as you go. That’s what we’ve all been doing.”

You want to say yes. The word beats in your head like a drum, and you can’t think of a good reason to say no. The bathhouse. Home. The chance to feel real and awake at the same time.

“Okay.” You say on a breath, staring at him with wide eyes. “Stay with me, this time.”

When Kirishima’s face lights up in a smile, it’s the first time that you think you can accurately describe someone as incandescently happy. “Good luck getting rid of me again.”

You laugh, feeling nearly delirious with relief and joy. It’s real. He’s real. He’s come back for you, and now you’re going back with him. You think you should probably feel nervous or hesitant, but this brief encounter has felt more solid and right than the rest of the night spent with distant school-friends made uncomfortable by your silences.

“So, how do we get there?” You ask, but Kirishima just grins at you like you should already know the answer.

The train station is tucked away down an alley just off a busy main shopping district.

“It’s easy to miss if you don’t know exactly where you're going.” Kirishima tells you with a sharp smile, and it’s easy to believe. The red brick building that housed the train station is unmarked, and the trains couldn’t be seen from the main street. The alley itself is home to many curious sights -- paper lanterns bob overhead (though they don’t seem to be suspended by anything in particular), a yellowed flyer from the 1950s advertising Marlboro cigarettes drifts along on what seems to be a breeze despite the noticeable lack of wind, and three magpies sit on a wall wearing little golden timepieces on chains around their necks and caw in time with the ticking.

“Ready to go home?” Kirishima asks quietly. In his hand, two train tickets flutter in a non-existent breeze.

A family of mice scamper past your feet, pulling a miniature suitcase between them. A tall, thin woman wearing a blank white mask assists them onto the train.

You laugh at the whimsy of it all — it feels as though you’ve stepped into a fairytale, into a dream, into your childhood. “Yes,” You grin, “I’m ready.”

Kirishima beams back at you, and holds out a hand to help you onto the train. Finding a seat was easy — despite all the passengers you had seen boarding, the carriage was oddly empty. As soon as you’re seated, you sigh. It feels as though you’re sinking into an old overstuffed armchair, comfortable and familiar. When the whistle blows and the train starts moving, you turn eagerly to watch as the train begins to pick up speed. Within moments, you find that you can barely recognise the landscape blurring past the window — It seems that you’re zooming passed a beautiful sea-view, despite the fact that the city the train station was located in was conspicuously land-locked. You sigh happily and lean against your seat.

You still don’t remember everything about your experience in the spirit world all those years ago, but you think you remember hearing someone telling you “Once you meet someone you never really forget them. It just takes a while for your memories to return."

You make eye contact with Eijirou, who smiles back at you so fondly that it nearly hurts to look at. He’s changed so much from the boy in your dreams, in your memories. His eyes are no longer glassy and distant — now they’re shiny and expressive and so bright. His hair is longer too; still spiked and wild, but longer and curling softly over the curve of his neck and shoulders. He’s the boy your remember from all those years ago, but he’s also a man now. Grown, like you have, but smiling at you gently just like you’re ten years old again.

Through the window behind his head, the sunrise begins to bathe the water in delicate pinks and yellows. You’ll wait for as long as you need to for the memories to return, but even if they don’t that’s alright. You can just make new ones.

#this is so cheesy lol but whatever i've been staring at this doc for too long and i want it out of my sight #kirishima x reader #bnha x reader #kirishima eijirou #ghibli au #kirishima eijiro fluff #kirishima x y/n #mha x reader

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𝔧𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔫𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔬𝔶𝔞, 𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔞𝔨𝔞, 𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔬 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔶𝔞𝔪𝔞𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰

❣︎anon: Helllloooooo!!!!!! How is your dayyyyy?????

I was wondering if you havent done these already could you do jealously hc for Tanaka, Yamamoto, Noya and maybe Tendou???

Please and thank you

(I'm sorry if you have already done smth like this for them)

(Also stay healthy and safe<3)

thank you for the request anon! hope you’re well + safe and hope you enjoy these <33

❥nishinoya yū:

☽ nishinoya isn’t stupid- he can see the way the other fishman looks at you every time you go down to meet him at the docks

☽ and he doesn’t blame the man- you look absolutely gorgeous in the italian sun with your pretty smile but he hates it- he hates watching you laugh as the man uses his sultry, flirtatious lines on you

☽ and it’s not you he doesn’t trust- this man is hot and seductive and tall and strong that nishinoya can’t help but feel a little insecure as he watches the man sidle up towards you, reaching out to play with your hair as you laugh

☽ “oi, y/n.” nishinoya’s voice is a growl when he tears your attention away from the fisherman. “let’s go home.”

☽ “okay, yū.” your smile just seems to annoy him even more- don’t you know what you’re doing wrong?

☽ so he’s grumpy and irritable, snapping at you as you walk through the narrow italian streets on the way back to your shared apartment

☽ “what is up with you?” you finally sigh and nishinoya scoffs, suddenly unleashing all his insecure anger on you

☽ “what’s up with you flirting so much with that other bastard? do you forget you have a boyfriend?!” the force of his loud voice shakes you and it’s when nishinoya sees your wide eyes that guilt starts to seep into him

☽ “i just thought he was being friendly, yū.” you mumble. “you don’t need to yell at me just because you’re jealous.”

☽ nishinoya is close to yelling again out of frustration but instead he just inhales sharply, glowering at you as you glare back at him

☽ “okay fine,” he finally admits through gritted teeth. “i am jealous but that’s just because you’re mine.” he growls as he tugs you into him, making you chuckle as you roll your eyes.

☽ “of course i’m yours, yū.”

❥tanaka ryūnosuke:

☽ tournaments always make the adrenaline run faster in tanaka- his competitive energy makes him see every other team as his opponent

☽ but what he doesn’t expect is to walk up to the stands when karasuno are waiting for their next match and see seijoh’s kindaichi sat directly beside you

☽ tanaka is silent when he sits in the row behind you both, unnoticed as you stare out ahead at the court and kindaichi’s speaking on

☽ “you like ramen, right? we should go to a ramen place when all the matches are over.” you’re silent. “or sushi? i don’t mind either, so what do you say?”

☽ “um, i’m busy.”

☽ “well, when are you free?”

☽ “when are you going to get the hint they aren’t interested?”

☽ you and kindaichi both jump at the low growl, relief flooding in your face when you see its your boyfriend tanaka and kindaichi’s eyes widen

☽ “who the hell do you think you are harassing my s.o?” tanaka demands, gripping kindaichi by the scruff of his jersey as you gasp. he looks absolutely furious, baring his teeth threateningly

☽ “ryū, don’t!” you cry, gripping his hand as kindaichi can barely stammer out a word

☽ “tanaka,” sugawara says as he comes and sits beside your hissing boyfriend. “i think he’s learnt his lesson. and you don’t want daichi to yell at you.”

☽ tanaka’s eyes widen as he slowly releases kindaichi, not before giving him a last threat. “if i see you around my s.o again-”

☽ the younger seijoh boy nods quickly before he rushes off, leaving tanaka to sigh heavily as he places a gentle hand on the back of your head

☽ “what a dickhead.” he murmurs as he kisses your forehead

❥tendō satori:

☽ tendō doesn’t usually get jealous- he’s very trusting of you and knows you love him as you never fail to remind him

☽ but during one of the intensive training camps he’s helping out at one of the players comes and sits beside you both during the break

☽ and because you’re both just sat side by side, you sorting through jerseys and tendō sipping water, you just look like a couple of friends

☽ “hey,” the boy smiles. “you’re a cute one, aren’t you? you should give me your number.”

☽ you seem to laugh him off but the boy still persists, not even taking any notice of tendō when he shifts closer to you, his bony knee bumping against yours

☽ “i have a boyfriend.” you finally tell the boy and he scoffs, raising his brows questioningly

☽ “really?”

☽ “yes.” you nod, turning to smile at tendō who returns your warm smile. “so please stop.”

☽ the boy finally gets the hint and scoffs as he walks away, but neither of you miss the little hiss that escapes. “wow, rejecting me for that freak.”

☽ tendō doesn’t really show his jealousy a lot so he just smiles and chuckles. “well, he liked you a lot.” he teases, making you pout as you can tell there’s a certain edge to his tone

☽ “i’m sorry, satori.” you mumble, sliding your hand into his but he merely shrugs

☽ “it’s alright, not your fault.” from the corner of his eye he can see the boy still watching you both closely and he can’t resist just claiming you. “come here.”

☽ you don’t resist the heavy kiss tendō gives you, making sure to messily lick your bottom lip and prise his tongue into your mouth, laughing at the satisfaction of the boy knowing which freak you love

❥yamamoto taketora:

☽ out of all these boys, he’s the most possessive- not in an overbearing nor controlling way but he hates the cheek of all these pathetic men thinking they’re even worthy of your attention

☽ which is why when he’s one day running late to meet you he stops in his tracks when he spots you stood outside the train station and you’re not alone

☽ you have a flustered look on your face as another guy speaks to you, a flirtatious smirk tugging at his lips as he holds out his phone

☽ and yamamoto isn’t good at holding back- he’s growling, anger surging through him as he storms over

☽ he towers over the guy who barely glances at him, merely cocking his head

☽ “can i help you?” he scoffs and you squeak as you see the fury in yamamoto’s face

☽ “what the fuck do you think you’re doing? get away from my s.o.” he growls as he pushes the guy into the brick wall

☽ “tora!” you cry warningly but yamamoto is far from done with him

☽ “you’re a fucking joke if you think they’d ever be interested in you.” he continues to snarl. “they’re mine.”

☽ the guy is speechless as yamamoto wraps an arm around you, pulling you into him as you walk away, his jaw still clenched with anger

☽ “i’m yours, huh?” you smirk and he scoffs

☽ “of course.” he says, stopping to gently tilt your chin up. “all mine.” he seals with a gentle kiss to your lips that still stings with passion

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stcveskent · 3 years

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his forever; andy barber

warnings: fluff, swearing, idk

pairings: andy barber x reader

part 2 of his comfort.

part 1

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Working in your office just like usual, you looked over at the door opening, and noticed a guy looking at you, you knew who it was, Jake, one of your best friends and one of the best colleagues.

"What're you doing Jake?" You asked and he laughed, you smiled at him, he was a very clumsy guy, but a very very nice man, he was like a brother to you, and you were like his sister ofc.

Recently he mentioned about his girlfriend, Amy, who was working with you too, and they were in love, they were so different but they were in love, it all started four years ago for them.

"Jake?! I know you need my help." You said and he acted shocked and then started rambling.

"What me? Jake? Never i can do anything —yes y/n i need your help!" He says and you laughed.

"Come on tell me, what is it about?" You allowed him to sit and he tells you everything.

"Four years ago, Amy and I got together, i just want to propose her." He says, you cover your mouth, and he looks around, you were closest to Jake, you were so happy for him, that he finally decides to make a move.

"Oh my god! Jake yes! I'm so happy for you!!" You said and he smiles looking at your expression. He hugged you and you were so happy for Amy for finally finding her forever in them.

"Alright, so i wanna chose a ring, and you were Amy's friend before Me, and i want you to help me, because you're also my best friend, like pleaseeeee?" He asked and you were glad to do so.

"Ofcourse Jakey! I would love to, when and where?"

"Today after work, we'll meet at the nearest Jewelry store okay?"

"Ofcourse! See you later!" You said and he hugged you again before leaving, and you got to work again, filling the paper work correctly, and later you got over it.

You walked out of your office, locking it, as your boss said that you need to lock it before you leave and you did it. You walked in the parking lot, and noticed the similar car.

You tried to ignore it before the window goes down, and reveals Andy, you smiled in surprise at how he came here, he gets out of his car, with a bouquet of a bunch of roses in his hand.

"Hey! What a surprise!?" You says as he hugs you, and kissed your forehead, and you smiled at how he would make you feel fresh after work with just an act of closure.

"Had to stop by to see my best girl." He says and you smiled.

"'Nuff the fake talk." You said and he rolled his eyes.

"Seriously, Y/n, you're my only family i have left with." He says and your eyes soften, he called you family and it was cute, at how expressive he would've become.

"Andy, aww!" You said hugging him again.

"Here are flowers for you." He says and you smiled.

"Thank you, really! They're my favorite!" You squeeled in excitement, and just then Jake came near you too.

"Hey! Y/n!" He called and you turned to him, and he smiled.

"Oh who's this?" He asked and you introduced them real quick.

"Jake, meet Andy, my best friend. Andy meet my work best friend, Jake." You introduced them and Jake shook hands with Andy.

"Great to see you, For real y/n I thought i was your best friend only in this world." He jokes and you laughed at Jake.

"Aww, poor Jake! Andy's got me in his life since forever." You said and he laughed with you, and right there Andy was broken for the second time in his life. He started falling for you, when you stayed at his place, on his bed, next to him, the next morning when he woke up next to you, you laying peacefully in his arms, your glow, your beautiful smile made him fall for you.

"Can we go for lunch?" Andy asked and you nodded

"Let's go!" You said as Jake whispered into your ears about meeting him after lunch. You sat down in his car, and he sat on the driver's seat, he looked tensed, but you felt that it was just work, probably.

Well it wasn't, he was jealous, after so many years, he felt jealous, when any other male got close to you, just so like Andy in school days back then.

For lunch, he chose your favorite restaurant, and you were just falling for him even more, everyday, and it felt so wrong for you, because he was so hurt, and wasn't probably looking for a commitment or a relationship but you wanted him so much.

You two were sitting and waiting for the waiter to get your food, and just when he tries to ask something the waiter comes in with the food, he sighs again focusing on the food.

"So, what, did Jake ...whisper in your ears?" He asked, while he took a bite of his food. A shocked smile over your face, Andy never asked who you talked to, or what did they say you, but he was interested for the first time.

"What?" He asks looking up, meeting your expression, which made him feel stupid.

"no-nothing! Jake wanted to see me, that's all." You said, that made Andy very mad, and very jealous at the same time. He hated Jake so much now, before even getting to know him.

"oh! t-that's fine, i guess..." he says and takes a bite of his food again, and starts to cough, you look at him, and go to his side, rub his back, and he breathes heavily, and you offered him water.

"you okay?" You asked and he nods, smiling at you.

Time passed, and you were at his place, while he prepared some coffee for the two of you, you were supposed to be seeing, Jake anytime he called, to help him ofcourse.

"Here you go!" He says, and offers you one cup of coffee, and you smiled, taking a sip of the special andy barber coffee. Andy always had a special way of making things, even if it was work, or food or anything, he would do it with his instructions which he makes up in his mind.

"So, how's work, assuming its great because you are." He asks and you chuckle.

"Pretty great, actually, how about you? How's everything, that dick still pushing you about things?" You asked and he clicks his tongue.

"Nah, he's fine, just because i put him to his place." He says and you scoffed. He loved that thing about you, when you rolled your eyes, annoyingly and scoff and mock him, he always used to melt at that sight.

Few minutes later, your phone starts to ring, and your attention turns towards your Phone, the contact read Jake, and you knew he needed you now.

"Sorry, i have to take this."

"ofcourse y/n." He says and smiles as you answered the call.

"Hey, i'll meet you near the shop." He said and you nodded.

"Alright, Jake, i'll see you there now." You said and Andy heard it, he wanted to know what was happening between you two. You ended the conversation, and looked at Andy.

"Hey, i-i have to go, now, i'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yes ofcourse, everything okay?"

"Yeah, just some work stuff." You replied, and picked your coat from the hook, near the door, and wore it before giving him the biggest hugs,and he kissed your head.

You left, and just 5 minutes later, Andy started to follow you, he knew it was wrong, but he was being jealous and possessive over you. He saw you park your car, and saw Jake waiting for you there with a huge smile at your sight.

Andy parked his car a bit far, from where he can see you, and just then, you hugged him. His grip tightened on the steering wheel.

"Hey!" You greeted him and embraced him in a warm hug. He hugged you back, and tangled his arm with yours, as a sweet, friendly nature. Andy looks at the shop you two were going, and it wad a jewelry store. He was curious, he felt like you were gonna marry him, or something.

He left. he couldn't take it anymore, and drove to his place, again, anger, jealousy took over him, he was so mad. At the sight of the vase in his house, he smashed it, angrily.

Jake started to ask you some questions while the staff packed his little surprise in the velvet box.

"So, your boyfriend?"

"What? Who?!" You asked and he gave you a huge smirk. You , still confused looked at him raising a brow.

"Andrew Barber, your hot asf boyfriend." He said and you blushed, the mention of his just makes you go crazy.

"We're just friends, nothing else.." you said and he scoffed.

"Yeah, alright Amy and I are also just friends."

"No! Really, there's nothing between the two of us." You said

"You love him don't you?" He asked and You smiled, looking at him.

"A lot." You said and he wraps an arm around you.

"He does too, i saw how jealous he looked when i wrapped an arm around you." He says and laughed along with you, and then you two got into work, again.

Meanwhile, Andy, He sighed and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, and also a few beers, to lighten his mood.

The T.V played some random series, which he didn't pay attention to. One after one, Andy drank his drink, he was slowly feeling the light mood, which was him being drunk asf.

Soft laughs started to fall from his lips, which were your favorite, when he laughed like that, his hand losely fell over his phone, and he picked his phone in his hands, looking at it.

no missed calls, no messages, no replies nothing from you.

So what he did was dialed your number, and saw the pic of him and you together. Just then, you answered his call.

"Hey, Andy!" You smiled as Jake was now smirking at you. You two decided to have dinner with Amy, and that's where were you.

"Hey Y/n, you sound so beautiful." He says and you smiled.

"Thanks i guess!" You replied, his tone was different, and that wasn't really a very Andy-like.

"I love you so much! Don't marry Jake." He said and your heart literally stopped.

"W-what?" You asked

"I love you Y/n, i love you!!!! Don't you dare marry Jake! Or else i'll murder him." He yelled angrily.

"I'm not going to do that, Andy." You replied.

"Really? Oh god! I thought that i had to come down and ruin your wedding if you would marry him." He giggled and you were worried if he was okay or not.

"andy are you..drunk?" You asked and he laughed, you loved that laugh but right now you were concerned.

"No Y/n, i'm Andy, you literally just called me by my nAmEe." He says.

"Andy, baby listen to me—"

"You called me "baby" awww!! I love it!!" He says and you smile, jake and amy do a small "ooohhh" in the background.

"Yes i did, now listen to me, you'll be going to sleep now, okay?"

"i'll only go to sleep, if you say me you love me." He says and you sighed.

"Fine, I love you so much, Andy." You said and you heard his soft chuckles.

"I love you too, y/n, hell i love you so much more!!!! i'll go to sleep now, mwahh mwahh mwah." He says and passes out on the couch, and you ended the conversation. You only wished he really meant it, but he was drunk.

The night passes away, with a lot of twists and turns, and you decided to show up on his door, in the morning.

Him still passed out on the couch, heard the knock, and walks, thinking of who would be this early, at a weekend, but it was actually 11 a.m. a hand on his head, as the acts of previous nights decided to show its result.

He opens the door, and it revealed you, who just looked at him, and he just looks at you.

"Hey, come in." He says and you enter, and he goes in the kitchen. You look at him, as you sit on the couch near the kitchen counter.

"Fuck hangovers!!" He groaned, drinking water and you smiled.

"You wanna tell me something?" You asked and he looks at you confusingly.

"About?"

"Your assumption of last night?"

"Oh god—"

"You have 5 minutes, explain yourself!" You said.

"Okay, i know i made a mistake, I shouldn't have followed you , —"

"You followed me?! What?"

"Oh wait...you didn't know that?" He asked and you shook your head.

"What the fuck? Really Andy?!" You raised your voice and sighed and he scrunched his nose.

"I'm sorry Y/n, but listen, i know what I did was wrong, but please! I had my own reasons to do it."

"Why you think Jake's a bad guy? I work with him, since the past 5 years! Andy, he's like a brother to me!"

"Wait, Brother? Then what were you doing at the jewelers?"

"Jake wanted my help with the ring, so he could propose to his girlfriend, Amy!" You replied, and he sighed, slowly resting his fist on his forehead.

"What were your reasons?" You asked and he looked away, staying silent, and you sighed.

"I asked you a question, and I expect an Answer! Not a silent look!"

"Okay Fine! I love you! FUCK!" He yelled. Your expressions softened, and he felt like he ruined everything, he buries his head in his hands, and you cover your mouth, at how shocked you were

"Gosh! You must really hate me right now, I understand if you do—" just then you pressed your lips on his. Your arms slowly wrapped around his neck, and his arms around your waist, as he pulled you closer.

He was shocked, this was definitely not what he expected, but he really loved this. You pulled away, and rest your forehead against his. He smiles and you chuckled.

"I love you too, Andy." You replied and he kissed you again.

"I wanted this from so long!" He says and you smiled.

"Me too, but what you did was wrong, and Also, Jake was right about you being jealous of him." You chuckled and he sighed.

"I was, but you're only mine, so yes!" He says and you laugh, kissing him again.

"God please never stop doing that okay?" He replies making the both of you laugh.

Finally, after years both of you were together. Now you knew that whatever came through any of you or the both of you, you two can get over it together. You were happiest, it was definitely the best day of your life, and his too. With such a great day, comes great memories, and many great memories will be made, in the future, forever. You were his forever, already, and he was yours too.

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okay I don't like this one 😭

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citrus-lady · 3 years

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Shigaraki and Dabi's (separately) reaction if their girlfriend plays a prank on them. For example, they see her with a false hickey/bruise or "dead". Sometimes I'm ruthless and I want to make these men nervous

You got it!

Shigaraki

Please don’t play dead with this man it is literally his worst fear and he will not think it's funny. He’ll cry and when he finds out it was fake he will be so relieved at first but then he’s going to be incredibly mad. He won’t talk to you for days.

Other, milder, pranks are okay though. Those will only annoy him. Water bucket above the door frame? Whoopie cushion on his gaming chair? Oreo filled with toothpaste? Childish. This might even inspire him to get you back with a couple of his own pranks.

Just don’t pull any pranks on him in front of the league. He will not tolerate being made a fool of in front of his group. If you do he will be furious and you will regret doing so.

If he does start to prank you back, his pranks are a bit more personal. He does things like switching your shampoo with hair coloring and putting fake spiders and snakes where you can see them, totally not so you can jump into his arms for comfort.

He’s a big hypocrite because he will subtly prank you in front of the league. He’ll put hot sauce in your drink or itching powder in your underwear and silently watch you suffer. Then he’ll act like he doesn’t know what's going on. What’s wrong? Something wrong with your drink? Having an allergic reaction?

Eventually, one of you two will take it too far, so it might as well be you. When you put a fake hickey on your neck it's the last straw for him. Shigaraki is a pretty possessive guy and he’s going to flip and go into an enraged tantrum. He’s very insecure so he’s going to assume either one of two things. He’s either going to assume that you’ve cheated on him or that someone has forced something on you, and neither of these options is acceptable to him.

If he’s going with option one then he is going to be so hurt and pissed off at the same time. He’s going to yell and demand the name of the bastard that you betrayed him for, the person who is apparently better than he is, so he can kill them. He’s also going to demand you tell him why you did it, was he not enough?

If he’s going with option two, then he is going to be even more enraged. How DARE someone do something like that to his lover. His first instinct is going to be to assume it was someone from the league Dabi since you two are around them the most. He is going to try and comfort you and coax what happened from you all while wrapping you in his arms before you have the chance to explain it's a prank.

Depending on his reaction to the fake hickey he’s either going to feel relieved or even more pissed. If he thought you cheated he’s going to be even more pissed than he was before. Why would you do that? Why would you make him feel insecure and hurt like that? You should expect to give him some space for a couple of days.

If it's the other option though he is going to feel so relieved that nothing happened to you. Shigaraki was ready to decay a bitch and is filled with relief that it was fake. He’s still going to scold you though, you had him so worried.

After that you better not pull any pranks for awhile. In fact, the prank war is pretty much over per Shigaraki’s demand. Overall, pranks are okay as long as they do not interfere with his work and do not emotionally hurt him.

Dabi

If you try to play dead on Dabi then he won’t buy it. He’ll walk in the door and see you lying face down in a puddle of liquid and shattered glass and he’ll just walk over and grab you by the back of your shirt collar. “ Come on, dummy.” he says as he drags you to the bedroom. Not to say it doesn’t startle him for a second, after all, he is afraid of losing you to something like this. However, he's very perceptive, and when he notices the lack of blood and the slight movement to your chest he puts two and two together. It all just seems too planned.

That being said, most pranks don’t actually work on Dabi, he’s too perceptive to his environment and your behavior. He’s going to instantly notice your avoidance of certain areas or the extra attention you’re giving him to see if he’ll trip the trap. He thinks it’s cute though, so sometimes he’ll act like he doesn’t see it coming to make you happy. He just thinks it's too cute when you act childish and you have that big, dumb smile on your face, showing all teeth.

He’s going to want something in return though, so every time you prank him he’s going to pull you into his arms and bury his face in your neck. He’ll pepper you with soft kisses and serenade you with teasing words. The one thing he thinks is cuter than your smile is your blushing face.

Normal pranks take too much time and effort so he gets you back in a different way, he’s not quite as childish as Shigaraki. So his version of getting back at you is teasing you relentlessly. Teasing gropes, teasing whispers and words, teaing slaps and pinches. He loves to see your blushing face and the way you try to squirm and wiggle away from him. Like you could.

If you do manage to pull one over him he’ll both be impressed and amused. He’ll chuckle and shake it off. He’s impressed because wow, you actually outsmarted him. That or he’ll be disappointed in himself like he really fell for something that dumb?

What he wasn’t expecting was you to put a fake hickey on your neck. Don’t get me wrong, he puts a lot of marks on you, but he also keeps meticulous track of all of them. He’s proud of the marks he gives his s/o, so when he sees one that’s not his, he’s PISSED.

Dabi is both jealous and possessive and his mind, much like Shigaraki’s, goes to the same two options. Except for, either way, he’s pissed. If he thinks you cheated then he is going to show you exactly who you belong to and what you're risking. Don’t expect to be walking any time soon. It’s really up to you to decide to tell him it’s a prank before or after though.

If he thinks someone hurt you or took advantage of you then there is going to be trouble. Whoever did it is as good as gone, a literal dead man walking. You’re going to have to stop him from stomping out the door and explain to him that it’s just a prank. It’s just a prank bro

Once you tell him it’s a prank he’s going to be kinda amused but also take it as a sign of war. He’s going to get you back big time, meaning you two are about to spend a lot of time in bed with him showing you who’s boss.

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wthtorke · 3 years

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I read your "Swimmer's tide" fic and I'm absolutely in love with your writing style. Here because I got worried about you not updating it for a while, and hoping that things get better for you. Thank you for writing such a delightful fic that made my morning ~

Hi Anon, I haven't updated that fic since literal June of last year-, but your comment made me happy, so I wrote one more lmao hope you enjoy it, thanks for being sweet ❤

Swimmer's tide, chp 6.

Shaking his head at the, yet again, passed out human in his hands, AP walked at a steady pace back to the ship. He would be in a hurry if he had doubts of his mate's health and safety, but he knows what a human that's sick looks like, just as he knows what they look like when they black out from fear, and this was just the case.

So, he had come find him, eh? Brave little thing. Stupid, very much so, but brave. He wouldn't accept any less for a mate. The man was...a man, and that alone already put him at a disadvantage. Fuck, if he wasn't so -interesting-.

AP had been taught from a very young age not to play with his food. He was taught to eat it while it was fresh, while it was hot. Not to waste it. To savor it.

All his plans of savoring his mate went down the drain with his decision of coming to find him.

Nothing that a little talking wouldn't solve, though. As ironic as that sounded.

The only talking he ever did to humans was taunting, threatening and then laughing at their dismay. It sure was going to be interesting.

A soft mumble made AP look down at his arms again, to the limp figure resting against him as he walked. His face was a mixture of confused and troubled, even asleep. AP couldn't blame him, he knew he was terrifying. He liked it that way.

But you couldn't be terrifying to your own mate, could you?

Well, not to a human one, anyway.

As much as AP wanted to feel bad for acting on his instincts and seeking this human out, he didn't. He changed this man's life forever and he couldn't find it in him to feel guilty, he was selfish.

And possessive.

Decades and decades for him to finally find connection only to leave it behind? Because his mate happens to be human and lives in a shithole? With a shitty society? Not happening.

AP could and would give him anything. Any material possessions, anything he wanted killed, skinned, dead. Anything. And, he could also be soft for him, just for him.

The whole package.

Who could say no?

As AP neared his ship, he clicked a few times, his dogs running inside, straight to their kennels. AP himself lazily strutting inside, tapping the close button on his way in, not looking back as the door closed behind him.

Focusing on the human at hand, quite literally, AP walked over to his resting chamber, lowering him to his bed. The backpack was strapped to him, which AP quickly set to work, claws easily pressing against the rather primitive 'lock' that connected both strap ends on his chest, hearing a rather satisfying 'click' as it came undone.

AP held him upright as gently as he could, pulling the backpack from him, carefully taking each arm out of the loops, resting them on the bed again. Looking for any reactions, AP laid him out again, looking at the backpack in question one more time.

Shrugging, AP unzipped it, going through the contents in it as his mate had yet to wake. He found water, his "cellphone" communication device and a medkit, no food.

No food?

AP looked back at the sleeping form, eyebrows set in a questioning, mean look. No wonder the idiot fainted.

Shaking his head, AP dropped the backpack to the ground, uninterested in it now. Resuming his waiting time, stretching before making himself comfortable.

Hours later, he stirred. Feeling his head pulsing with pain, he moved a little, feeling around before daring to open his eyes.

He laid on something soft, surprisingly soft, considering he'd been taken by a monster. Oh God, the monster. Slowly cracking an eye open, just barely, he surveyed his surroundings. No monster on sight. No moving, no dogs, nothing. Just him and in a very big room with very big very, oversized furniture.

Sitting up, he looked around, taking in all the details. He was sure whatever took him was an alien now, everything was so strange, so otherworldly. The metal on the walls, the reddish hues from the lighting, the foreign feeling fabric underneath him, so soft but sturdy as he pulled on it.

He should be panicking, he really should. But his backpack wasn't with him, he had no means to call for help, to say anything to anyone, it was just a matter of time until the thing knew he was awake and came for him. He had seen too much, now in the gut of the thing's ship. Was he even on earth, still? What alien would take the time to take him to space just to kill him, right?

The more he thought about it, the more puzzling it was. The thing had been stalking him, that was clear, from watching him at the pool to breaking into his house, to watching him at the pool again-, and almost give him a heart attack, and a bruised knee-, to now make him all nice and comfortable on its -own bed-, what the fuck was going on?

Head snapping back as a fizzing sound came around the corner, he saw the end of a metal like door slide up, some smoke coming off of the other room. Swallowing dryly, he watched as the thing's leg came into view, muscles flexing as it walked inside its own room. Gaze running up, he locked eyes with it, watching as its expression somehow resembled one of satisfaction. Like it was waiting for him to come to.

"Shit." He moved up on his knees, the thing taking a step forward, making him stumble back into the bed, crawling backwards until his back hit the cold wall behind him, the creature stalking towards him.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck-, no, no, no! Stay back-, stay where you are!" He yelled, standing up on wobbly legs, pressing against the wall behind him, trying to either fuse with it or go through it like a ghost, god knew he looked like he'd seen one, "Holy shit-, you're a big bitch, fuck-" He rambled, his brain doing whatever it could to talk a not-from-here being into stopping dead in its tracks.

It somehow worked, it stopped, only for it to start….laughing. At him.

Big bitch? He called him a big bitch, first thing after waking up. After realizing he was alone in his very ship, nowhere to run to. AP laughed in a way he hadn't in a long time, shoulders shaking and tresses covering the sides of his face as he did. This sure was going to be interesting.

Yall can read the other chapters on my ao3 (and somewhere in here, too) but the links here and on my bio, along with the other stuff-,

#its short but its something lmao #yalls kind comments really do give me life #yall have no idea #yautja #predator #alien #yautja/human #the predator #human/yautja #alien relationship #headcanon #aliens #predators #male reader #ap predator #ultimate predator #assassin predator #upgrade predator #swimmers tide

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lovelytarou · 3 years

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you make me go uwu

pairing: midoriya izuku x reader

genre: fluff, angst

tags: inspired by the song uwu by chevy

a/n: i'm just projecting my izuku feels and me literally going soft whenever i see his chubby face in the manga ang going uwu over it, also i still have a christmas hangover so sorry if you don't celebrate that or not fond of it! hearts, reblogs & feedbacks are greatly appreciated 💗

midoriya izuku is a lot of things.

he's one of the best students at UA and was quite known to be a reckless person who never thinks twice about helping someone. his knack for breaking his bones was a testament to that fact.

he's no doubt going to be one of the best pro heroes out there soon, with a big heart, a kind soul, and a courageous spirit.

midoriya izuku is a lot of things and possessing such cute, squishable cheeks is one of them. or more likely, being cute is one of them.

this thought occured to you when he offered to help you in one of the classes you're having trouble with. being at such close proximity made you aware of just how green his eyes are and when the sunlight hits them just right, they look like beautiful gems. or how he always seem to mutter under his breath when he's thinking too hard, or how his right leg would unconsciously shift to you like he wanted to get closer.

but one of the things you noticed the most, is his cheeks while he puffs them out of frustration.

he's gonna give me a heart attack one of these days with how cute he is

incident #1

you were currently at the cafeteria, sitting at a table with the dekusquad (kaminari came up with it, izuku claimed their little group don't have a name) which consists of ochaco, shouto, tenya, and izuku.

everything is going well, the group had already bought their food and are now digging in after a collective, “itadakimasu!”

you just had the most fortunate opportunity to sit in front if izuku, of all people, who is too busy eating.

he paused for a moment to answer iida's question who's beside him and it made his cheeks bloated with the food inside.

you choked on your drink because you just felt your heart swell with how cute he looks. it almost reminded you of a hamster.

shouto who is sitting on your left, gave you a concerned look and offered you his water.

“are you okay, l/n-san?” his question made izuku turn to you both, you felt your cheeks heat up when he looked at you while looking like that.

“i-i'm fine, thanks.” you took the water from him and gulped it down to clear your throat, and cool your nerves.

“you should chew your food properly when eating or else you'll choke!” iida scolded, waving his hands in a chopping motion you all grew to be familiar with.

“s-sorry...” you can't help but scratch at your nape in embarrassment.

incident #2

“midoriya, you're up.” aizawa called one afternoon on another day of training.

the rest of class 1-a stood back while izuku stepped in front. this was another one of aizawa's endurance training and one of the challenges was to beat a bunch of the robots from the entrance exam once again. how he can call this endurance training, you don't know.

“SMAAAAASH!” you heard izuku yell, tearing through what was once a robot and turning it into scraps of metal.

he did this to the other robots and he landed on his feet with a very serious look that instead of making him look intimidating, it actually made him look more adorable.

“he's like an angry bunny–” you cut yourself off with a hand on your mouth as you laughed quietly, another flush blossoming on your cheeks.

“i know right?! look how cute he is, but he's scary when he shows how strong he is like that.” mina added, looking at izuku who's walking towards the both of you now.

you immediately composed yourself when his eyes landed on you.

“y/n! are you okay? your face is all red! are you sick? do you need to go to recovery girl? shall i take you to her? what if you're overheating?! it's so hot out and your hero costume's probably too heavy–” he began to ramble and you can only stare at him with wide eyes as he continued with his wild thoughts.

quickly dismissing him with a hand on his mouth as everyone started to look at the two of you, izuku stared down at it and felt flustered at how soft your hand felt on his lips.

he's practially kissing your palm, do you even register what you're doing to him?!

“shh! i'm fine! it's just...you're so–” you were about to tell him that he's just so damn cute but you were called by aizawa.

“uh, i gotta go! see ya later!” you scrambled away from him, heart beating fast inside your chest.

that was close.

incident #3

“hey, y/n? can i ask you a favor?” you looked up from your phone when izuku approached you on the dorm's common room.

worry is written all over his face as he fumbled with his fingers, thinking about you being too busy even though you're literally on your phone all day.

there he goes again.

before he can overthink more, you smiled at him warmly and stood up from your seat.

“sure, what's up?”

izuku gulped, “well, uh, i was thinking of a gift to give to someone but i, um, don't know if they'll like it? i kinda, um, need your opinion on it, if that's okay?”

he stared at you with big doe eyes and you can't help but swoon when he looks at you like that. of course, how can you say no to that face? he looks like he'd cry any moment if you denied him.

“alright! what gift did you get for this particular someone?” you teased, nudging his side.

he led the two of you to his room, which isn't the first time since it became a usual thing for the two of you to study together there or simply hang out and talk about your problems, about what you did that day, rambling about your favorite heroes...basically this has became your second room. and your's his.

“um, i got them this,” he opened his bedside drawer and pulled out a small box. inside it, he revealed a beautiful necklace with a letter D as a pendant.

“it's for ‘deku’ which sounds kind of cheesy since it's my hero name, but i just thought that if i gave it to them then that means i'm with them wherever they are,” he reached for something inside his shirt, showing you an identical looking necklace with a familiar letter on it.

you don't want to assume things, but whoever is this particular someone that izuku is going to give the necklace to, they sure are one lucky person. not only is he kind, thoughtful, caring, and not to mention cute, but they'd be lucky to have someone like izuku fall for them.

ignoring the sudden pang of hurt in your chest, you forced a smile on your mouth and cooed at him.

“aww, that is so cute, izu! i'm sure they would love that very much. i know i would! if they don't, you can just always give it to me,” you joked, laughing to mask your hurt.

“r-really? you think so?” when you nodded in response, izuku heaved a big sigh of relief, “well, i trust you, y/n. i'm sure they would love this.”

after that, you excused yourself out of his room and proceeded to go to yours. sleep didn't come to you easily that night, thinking about the special someone that izuku was talking about and how much it would hurt once you saw them together.

over the years you spent being his friend, you never thought you would harbor such deep, intense feelings for the green-haired boy. you don't doubt he has great things ahead of him, and because of that, you started to like him for how strong he is and how he continues to be a better hero, and an overall a great person. that awe soon turn to adoration. and before you knew it, you're falling hard for izuku.

last incident

it's christmas, and the day before, aizawa had made all of you draw lots for your secret santas. your heart stopped when you saw izuku's name on the paper you pulled from the bowl.

you didn't think too much of it and decided to give him something all might-related and called it a day, still a little sour over izuku falling for someone else.

when the dreaded day came, everybody was so chaotic and high on their holiday spirits. even bakugou, which they convinced to wear a santa hat and haul the gifts in a bag. although, he still had a big scowl on his face and basically threw the gifts to their designated owners.

“shitty hair!” bakugou barked, pulling out a gift from the bag. kirishima hopped over to where bakugou was sitting and accepted the gift with a big smile on his face.

“whoa, bakugou! you're my secret santa?!” he asked in shock, eyes shining.

“it does says my name there, doesn't it, idiot? now hurry up and open your gift already,” kirishima did just that and bursted into tears when his gift was a crimson riot themed crocs. he thanked bakugou over and over while the latter hid his smile poorly with a cough.

“whatever. dunce face! you're next!” he practically threw kaminari's gift to him which the boy almost failed to catch, earning him a snigger from the explosive boy.

“man, why do you gotta be the santa for christmas? you're cruel!” kaminari pouted, turning around to go back to where he was squished in between sero and mineta.

“you got a problem with that, dunce face?!” he growled, his palms crackling with his quirk. kirishima tried to diffuse his anger.

when everything is calm, bakugou proceeded to dig into the bag for gifts.

“here, you shitty nerd.” he tossed your gift to izuku, you almost yelped a ‘be careful!’ but izuku had great reflexes and caught your gift swiftly. his eyes widened when he read who his secret santa was. your eyes met each other but was abruptly cut off when bakugou called your name.

“y/n! here's yours,” he was oddly calm when handing you your gift, albeit a little bored.

that received a lot of complaints from your other classmates and you can only shake your head while chuckling at their antics.

deciding to get some time for yourself, you went to the balcony for some air and sat down on one of the steps at the entrance.

placing the gift on your lap, you read the tag attached to it. it was wrapped in a simple green wrapper with red ribbon that finished the look.

to: y/n

happy holidays!

from: D

the name made you curious and even if you hated yourself for it, lit a sparkle of hope inside yourself. what if it was him who gave you the gift?

you had no time to dwell much on the thought and opened the gift instead. your breath hitched in your throat as you recognized the familiar box. lifting the lid with shaky hands, you felt your eyes sting as you looked down at your gift.

it was the necklace that izuku showed you before. you were such an idiot for thinking it was for someone special and did not think it was for the secret santa.

you carefully lifted it in your fingers and the light from the inside catched the D attached to it. it was beautiful. izuku's words echoed inside your head.

“i just thought that if i gave it to them then that means i'm with them wherever they are,”

“did you...not like it?” the boy in question appeared beside you and upon noticing your tears on your face, he immediately thought it gave a negative effect.

gasping, you quickly wiped away your tears and shook your head wildly at him.

“izu, no! i-i love it! actually, it's kinda funny...”

“funny?” he tilted his head in confusion, concern still etched onto his face.

“i was sad that you care a lot about someone else to give them this wonderful gift. i didn't realize that you would give something like this...to me,” you laughed through your tears, sniffling a bit.

“why would you think that?” his voice is so soft and genuinely confused that you can't help but feel your heart beat even more, and fall for him harder than you should.

“because,” you think of a way to word your feelings better but instead what came out was, “you're you and i'm...me,”

it was stupid, but with the overflowing emotions you're feeling right now, it's hard to voice your emotions.

izuku huffed, his cheeks puffing up once again because of the action.

“what do you mean by that? i mean, you're the most amazing person i've ever met! and you're always there for me when i'm sad, and happy and-and...whenever i'm with you, i always feel this...this...warmth! it's like, when you come home after a long day and you just felt safe and comforted. or-or when my mom cooks my favorite food it just makes me feel fuzzy inside! it's like when i watch my favorite video of all might over and over again and i never get tired of it,” he sighed after his long speech, eyebrows furrowing into a frown as he stared at you with determination.

“what i'm getting at is...i care a lot about you, y/n.” he let out in one breath. he stared up at you with big eyes, those damn eyes that never failed to make your heart jump and stomach do flips.

chuckling at yourself, you raised both of your hands and squeezed his cheeks with all your might making him yelp in pain.

“ow! y/n...” he whined.

“sorry, sorry! i've always wanted to do that!” you snorted.

“i care a lot about you, too, izu–” he suddenly kissed the corner of your mouth, making you shut up in shock. he had a smirk on his lips, amused by your reaction.

“i've always wanted to do that,” he threw your words back at you. feeling your whole face heat up, you turned your back towards him and held out your hand holding the necklace.

“whatever! just help me put this on, will you?” you felt his hands take the necklace from your grasp. you shivered when you felt the cold metal touch your skin but it was quickly replaced by his warm hands.

“there.” he mumbled, voice far too close to your ear. before you can thank him, you felt his lips brush your nape where the lock was and squealed from the contact.

the idiot only laughed at this and ushered you to stand up, helping you to your feet.

“let's go back inside, i heard they prepared a lot of food today.”

without thinking, izuku grabbed your hand and led you inside the dorm. you could only let him drag you as you stared at your joined hands, playing with the necklace hanging on your neck before staring back up at izuku who's smiling at you.

he's the best gift that you could ever ask for.

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6rookie-writer0110 · 4 years

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I don't know. Might further the plot.?

Male Reader x Avengers Cast

Request- Do you think you could make a Avengers cast X Male reader & his talking about his past & saying his been in juvenile detention & jail cause he had a rough childhood & his friend (oc) always helped him and stayed by his side & helped him get into drama class & he was good at it & now his new movie is coming out & it's about helping his character with his depression, suicidal thoughts & he meets his love interest who becomes his girlfriend in real life & her character helps him through depression

Your childhood was rough because your father would hit you physically and mentally abuse you. Your mother would do the same, also she would call you horrible names. Your father is known for selling drugs and always gambling. Your mother is a drunk and always high on drugs. You barely went to school and if you did you would cause problems.

You have always been on a rough path, your rap sheet is long as the train tracks. You didn't go to school often because you were in juvenile detention, many people gave up on you. When your turned eighteenth, you were in and out of jail. Since your parents didn't care for you they didn't pay for your bail. The longest sentence you did in prison was eight years.

After getting out of prison, you packed what you had left, took the van, and stole from your parents. You stole your dad’s pot to make quick cash.

As days went on you slept in your van. You would sell pot, with that money you would buy food and fill up the van. It's the middle of the night and you are sleeping, your best friend John Krasinski, banged on the van. You opened the door and you tackled him to the ground.

”Dude it's me!!!” John yelled.

You were about to punch him.

”What the fuck!?” You yelled.

You get off him and he gets off the ground.

”You almost gave a heart attack!!” You yelled.

It's freezing because it's November.

”I heard what happened. I came to get you and tell you to move in with me” John said.

You and John Krasinski have been friends for a long time. You trust him and only him. He has been there for you many times and never left your side.

”I don't know men. I can't even pay rent on time and I won't get a job from nine to five” You said.

”Just move in before you freeze to death,” John said.

”Fine,” You said.

-----

The next day, you start to help John run his lines. He is trying out for a role on a show called the office. You always help him run his lines, even in high school when he tried to the school play. He told you to try out for the school play but you said no.

”Y/N, you should really get into acting. You are really good and you should think about being an actor” John said.

”Don’t lie to me,” You said.

”I’m serious. With more training then you will become a better actor. I think you should take a shot at it. Now you are not doing anything with your life, take a chance” John said.

You have always been into acting but never took it seriously. You start to think and you are unsure what he said.

”I will think about it,” You said.

”Okay. Give me a ride?” John said.

”Yeah sure,” You said.

John goes to acting classes also he pays for you to go. At first, you hesitated to go but you didn't have money to pay for the classes. But you promised him that you will pay him back later on.

✧ ✯ ✧ ✫

John has been helping you become a better actor. But he can't help all the time because he has his own life. You get one role for acting but it was to be an extra, you took it paid $200.

You tried out for a role to start in an Iron man movie, it was for a small role but you didn't get it. And you can't afford to do headshots.

”What’s your name?” He asked.

”Y/N... I really like your movies, ” You said.

”I saw your audition. I see you have potential but you need acting lessons” Robert said.

”I can't afford it. Most times, I sleep in my van and doing random jobs” You said.

You watched every single movie that Robert Downey Jr. Did.

”I will help you and I will be your mentor,” Robert said.

”No way!!” You sad very loud.

You can't stop smiling and he is serious. You are still speechless and can't stop smiling. Later, you told John about it and he is happy for you. Robert will let you live with him but you told him, to repay him back you will do chores around the house.

-----

You are happy that you get to sleep in a new bed. Every day he gives you lessons for acting. He tells how to bring the characters to life and cry on cue. You always run lines with him and he tells you what you do wrong.

” Besides my best friend, you are the only one who ever believed in me,” You said.

He hugged you and you did cry a little bit, he starts to rub your back.

”It’s okay. Let it all out. You are a good person, you are the only one that has control for your future” Robert said.

You wipe the tears away.

”That means a lot,” You said with a small smile.

✧ ✯ ✧ ✫

You have been getting small roles on tv shows and some indie movies. You always give it your all and you keep improving in each role you get.

You got your big break to appear in The Avengers in the first movie. You got the role of Marcus "Marc" Milton aka Hyperion.

Hyperion possesses great physical strength. Between 75 and 100 tons. Marcus Milton was able to hold two piles of the earth apart to prevent them from colliding with each other for a period of time, confront the Hulk blow-for-blow until the Hulk reverted back to human form. He also does not require air, food, or water to survive as long as his body absorbs Solar energy. Also, he is a Trucker, adventurer, vigilante, former teacher.

---

But you didn't have a role in Avengers: Age of Ultron. For the first movie, you invited John to the movie premiere.

With the cast, you get along with them really well. Sometimes play pranks each other, make each other laugh during sets, and more. You and Robert still have a good relationship, he is still your mentor. John always supports you in any role you get. During an interview, you said you hope gets a role in a Marvel movie.

✧ ✯ ✧ ✫

You decided to take a chance to make your own movie. It took a while for your script to be completed. You meet Elizabeth Olsen for the first time and she got the lead role. She will play your love interest in the movie.

While shooting the movie during sets and offset, you and Elizabeth would spend time together. She does invite you to her house and you always yes. Always making each other laugh and you like to stare at her green eyes.

”You should help me cook more often,” Elizabeth said.

You laughed.

”Only to help you. My parents never taught me how to cook or taught me anything positive” You said.

”You still don't talk to your parents?” Elizabeth asked.

”No. They did contact me two months ago, pretending they care about me. They only called because I am famous. I don't want to give them a second chance, they made my childhood a living hell” You said.

She hugged you and it caught you off guard, but you did hug her back. Later, you and Elizabeth eat dinner outside in the backyard and kept talking. Later, she taught you how to make smores and you love it.

-----

You and Elizabeth go to the beach because it's very hot in California. You start to help put sunblock on Elizabeth’s back and the paparazzi take pictures of everything.

You told her you don't know how to swim, she decided to teach you how to swim. She teaches you the basics and how to breathe underwater. You come out of the water and you start to cough. She starts to pat your back.

”Did you swallow the water?” Elizabeth asked.

You nod and coughed again.

”Y-yeah. It's hard to breathe underwater” You sad.

”It’s not and I will keep teaching you,” Elizabeth said.

Again she teaches you how to breathe underwater. The paparazzi take pictures of when she kissed you.

----

Working on a movie that is dark, you and Elizabeth try to make each other laugh. She would take pictures with you and post it on her Instagram account. You are sitting down on your chair and you are using your phone. She takes a picture of you and writes something.

So cute when he is focused 😍

✧ ✯ ✧ ✫

You did appear in the other movies Avengers: Infinity War and Endgame. Now you go on promo tours with the cast, it's always fun with them. You did talk about your character Hyperion.

”i will appear in The Falcon and the Winter Soldier and Loki. But I won't say what will happen for now” You said.

”Can you tell us about your new movie?” He asked.

You nod.

”My character has depression and he is suicidal. He meets his love interest who becomes his girlfriend, who is played by, Elizabeth Olsen and her character helps him through everything. It's hard for him to believe that anyone truly cares for him and she proves that she does care for him. Robert also worked on the movie has a co-writer and producer” You said.

”Is everyone invited to the movie premiere?” He asked.

”Of course not. I don't get along with them, they are such divas and horrible to work with” You joked.

Everyone starts to laugh.

”Why are you laughing? It's true” You said.

”I hate Y/N, I'm so happy I won't see him again. And I won't go to his movie premiere” Scarlett Johansson joked.

”I agree with her” Chris Evans joked.

”You have to tell us. Are you really Elizabeth Olsen’s boyfriend?” He asked.

”I knew you two were going to end up dating,” Jeremy said.

”Is it true?” He asked.

”Yeah-”

”How did you even ask her to be your girlfriend?” Mark asked.

”She lost a bet in Uno, duh. How else I would be her boyfriend” and you are serious about it.

That didn't happen.

----

You are finally home and Elizabeth is staying the night over. You do enjoy cooking together with her. You and Elizabeth watch the new movie Scoob while eating dinner.

”I saw the interview,” Elizabeth said.

”What do you think?” You asked.

She laughed and drinks her wine.

”Can't believe I lost in Uno and we are stuck together” Elizabeth teased.

You and Elizabeth laughed.

”You could have won if cheated but it's not my fault you lost” You winked.

”You are such a doofus” Elizabeth laughed.

You laughed too. Elizabeth again stole a hoodie from you. It's cold and she loves wearing your hoodies, you like how she looks in it so you don't say anything about it.

✧ ✯ ✧ ✫

Since you said Elizabeth lost in Uno, when she does interviews they ask her about it. She goes along with it.

The night of the movie premiere, Robert and the others arrived to support you. Everyone posed for the cameras, you are not serious because you are making everyone laugh.

#marvel imagine #Male Reader x Avengers Cast #avengers imagine #elizabeth olsen x male reader #elizabeth olsen imagine

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