#Since you were 8 is like... Uh... Its been 10 years i.... I have just aged and lost my youth to my illness haha....

[mokisano]

Osuke Neko-Kun | Yarichin Bitch Club x Male reader [Chapter 1]

cw: Threesome, male sex, blow jobs, creampies, hate fuck, mating press, possible polyamorous relationship, mostly Ayato Yuri x Reader, Platonic relationships, oral sex, fingering, anal, BDSM, gangbang, sex toys eg. vibrators, pegging, rough sex, fluff, mentions and light descriptions of abuse

Summary: The new transfer student, [Name] [Last Name], has been moved to study at the 'great' all-boys boarding school Morimori Academy and has been quite excited to meet his best friends from middle school Yuri Ayato and Tamura Yui, especially Yuri, thinking nothing has changed from the year they haven't seen each other but oh boy is he wrong. Everything he seemed to once know about them has changed once he joined the school's Photography Club.

He's in for a hell of a ride. Literally.

People who identify as Female and minors DNI! This is not for you! If older female readers are looking for a Yari-bu x Reader I suggest reading 'That Girl' by @mozumon! This story will also have major spoilers for the manga so read with caution! I don’t own the characters, all were originally made and written by Ogeretsu Tanaka.

Everything felt so warm and soft as if your bed was just hugging your body as you rested quietly. Well until one of the cleaners busted into your room thinking you were ready and already down stairs getting your shoes on.

"Oh my! Master [Name]! I'm so sorry! Goodness-" She stuttered as she fumbled with the cleaning equipment in her hands as you sat up quickly from your bed half asleep but somehow had adrenaline in your veins.

The poor woman kept going on as you rubbed your eyes and combed your hair back with your hand as you glanced around you almost 'empty' room since you'd already done your packing which were only essential items "I, I thought you were already gone- or getting ready to leave!"

"Wait-" You then said, sleep still evident in your voice, the way your voice sounded almost scaring the poor cleaning woman alone, "What time is it?"

"U,uh...8:10 am I think young master-"

"8:10?!" you suddenly shouted as you grabbed your phone from charge and checked the time for yourself as the middle-aged woman looked like her soul left her body from your sudden outburst.

"I'm going to be late! Really late!" You shouted, since your home was a couple of minutes away from the academy, as you got out of bed and the poor cleaning woman slowly backed out of your room to give you space as you messily shoved your uniform onto yourself and brushed your hair. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to be on your phone late last night.

Once you looked presentable you grabbed your things you ran to the door but suddenly stopped and glanced at your electric guitar that was placed neatly next to its case, contemplating if you should bring it before groaning and running out of your room to brush your teeth and get to the front door at a good time, leaving a dazed cleaner leaning onto the wall as she watched you run down the stairs.

You were tugging at the back of your shoe to make sure it was on properly before seeing the cleaning woman near the stairs, about to go back to cleaning before smiling and waving at you.

"Dōmo arigatōgozaimasu!" You thanked the kind woman before leaving the house in a rush causing the woman to shake her head and laugh.

You were almost out of breath as you got to the car that was waiting for you for almost an hour and a half, the driver's face full of stress and annoyance once you got in. You couldn't blame him.

"I'm so sorry sir! Please hurry!" You managed to breath out as you caught your breath.

"Alright alright! Just stop breathing so loudly.."

"Gomen!"

You bowed deeply to the driver once you arrived at the school gates, the time was just fine leaving you enough time to run to get your information and get to your homeroom and not look tardy on your 'first' day of school.

This was technically the other first year's have been their much more longer than you since your father was home-schooling you because he thought letting you go to a normal school was messing with your brain. Which it didn't but thank the heavens he gave you a chance.

"Enough already, just go." The driver then said with a small smile as he waved his hand outside the window of the car at you while you nodded. Making your way quickly down the empty halls of the school and reaching the place where you were given your things, hoping your things were already in your dorm.

"Come in!" a gentle voice would call from behind the door as you knocked before you opened it to show a kind-looking man in his early 20s, he had dark hair and ocean blue eyes and a welcoming smile as he sat behind a desk and computer.

"Ah! Good morning you must be Mr [Last Name] [Name] yes?" He asked, his voice as sweet as honey, a small smile on his face as you nodded. His fingers typed quite quickly as he searched for your information on the school's database.

"Alright, your homeroom will be 1-D, this will be your dorm key and this will be your schedule!" He then continued as he handed you your things, handing you another pair of the keys since it was normal for some first years to misplace their first set. "Now you should hurry off now. You don't want to be late."

You just nodded before leaving the room like your life depended on it, you really wanted to get this over and done with. Introductions are one of the worst things about the first days. It would've been so much easier if you came in on the actual first day...

As you got closer to the classroom door you could hear some faint voice before seeing the teacher at his desk before making eye contact with you, causing you to flinch ever so slightly. God why did his head move so quick...it was like he knew you were there.

The man soon got up, which none of the students cared about as he went to talk to you. God...let's pray this goes by quickly.

"Ah..." You mumbled out on impulse as you glanced at everyone in the room, your nerves getting the best of you before your teacher cleared his throat, as if telling you to go on.

"I am [Last Name] [Name], I recently transferred to MoriMori Academy. I like making music and playing guitar. Please take care of me." you said, a small blush coming onto your cheeks as you fiddled with your sleeves, all their eyes making you uncomfortable, as you did a small bow.

"Thank you [Name]-san, please take a seat next to Toono-san." the teacher said with a nod as the brown-haired boy called Toono raised his hand and gave you a smile. You returned and quickly sat next to him while the teacher started to talk as you did a little victory scream in your mind for successfully surviving the introduction.

"Hi, I'm Toono Takashi, I'm also a transfer student but you probably already know heh." The brown-haired boy that sat next to you greeted you with the same kind smile, his eyes were a beautiful emerald green and his hair looked soft and like you could fall asleep from just touching it.

You just chuckled softly behind your hand as you took in his features and nodded "And you probably know who I am. It's nice to meet you Toono-"

"Toono-san, [Name]-san you both can get to know each other AFTER, thank you." the teacher then said causing some chuckles and laughs to come from the others while Toono's face started to turn red while you sighed and looked to the side, embarrassed that you were caught.

You both apologised softly before looking at each other and laughing it off quietly. It's nice to know there is someone you know in your homeroom you could talk to. And not long after your other classes began, joy!

You had your head on your desk with a groan as the class ended and the students got ready to leave to have lunch with their friends while Toono got up and went over to you with a empathetic look and tapped your shoulder.

"Are you okay [Name]?" He said with a awkward smile as you raised your hair from the table, your bangs getting messed up in the process, letting out a hum before seeing a orange haired boy walk up to you both with a small skip in his step. And you could just tell that he was VERY well liked.

"Toono! Wanna have lunch with me?" the ginger haired boy asked with one of the most sweetest smiles you've ever seen, not seeming to notice you.

"Ah- Well I'd love too!" Toono replied with a small blush on his cheeks, but hey! you don't judge, as he talked to him while you just sat there akwardly looking to the side as you fixed your hair until you heard the orange haired boy say something.

"Ah~! Sorry! You must be the new transfer student right? I'm Yaguchi Kyousuke. But you can call me Yacchan! I hope we can be friends." Yacchan said with angelic smile, his chocolate brown eyes having a golden glow in the sunlight. Now you understood why Toono was blushing, this man wasn't just kind and popular...HE'S AN ANGEL!

"Ah- I'm [Last Name] [Name], but I think you already know aha...It's nice to meet you." you said awkwardly once again as you rubbed the back of your neck as your started to admire his features once again.

"Have you decided on a club you're going to join?" Yacchan then asked making Toono turn to you with a odd expression but you just ignored it for now.

"Well... I heard there was a Photography Club in this school but if there is a music club I'd love to join tha-"

"MUSIC YES!" Toono then said loudly with a shaky smile making you both look at the brown haired boy. "I mean, music club sounds like a perfect club for you [Name]!" he'd then say clearing his throat after that random outburst while you laughed it off.

"I'd agree with Toono if it wasn't full already..." Yacchan then said with a soft tone as he looked at Toono then you, smiling apologetically, "But I'm sure the Photography Club is in need for more members-"

"NO! I mean-" Toono then paused realizing he shouted again, causing the poor boy to blush embarrassedly and laugh to himself.

"Aw do you not want to be in the same club as [Name], Toono?" Yacchan said in a teasing tone as a small smirk grew onto his face, leaning closer to him while Toono tried to find the right words. The scene in general making you laugh.

"What no! It'd be great to have [Name] in my club it's just- there are so many other clubs that can work with music!" he said as you looked at him with a deadpan expression "Yeah like what?"

"..."

"That's what I thought, plus it doesn't sound that bad!"

"Are you really sure? It's just...never mind but are you sure?"

"Toono...Plus I'm sure next year there will be a space in the music club." You sighed out, leaving Yacchan to giggle at the little conversation, while Toono just nodded in a defeated way.

"And since we'll share the same club soon you've gotta help we register for it!" you said in a childlike manner as you got up from you seat as playfully punched Toono's shoulder to which you internally shouted at yourself for while Toono nodded again but more willing to help you, his smile less shaky as well.

"Oh yeah! Would you like to sit with us too [Name]?" Yacchan then invited you, tilting his head slightly making you think of a cat.

"You really should! We're having Yacchan's cousin join as well!" Toono then added, Yacchan looking to the side with a unreadable look on his face once Toono mentioned his cousin but who were you to pass up an opportunity like that? "Sure! It's better than walking around the place alone!"

"Great! Cmon~" Yacchan then said, seemingly going back to normal as he held onto your sleeve gently, making you blush as the unexpected act but it made you smile either way.

'This is going amazing~ I'll see you soon Yuri!'

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[ywpd-translations]

Ride 728: Kaburagi's buddy!!

Pag 1/2

The tickets for the Inter High are only six!! Those  fateful regular jerseys.... snatch them with your hands!!

Pag 3

1: Third lap!!

3: And it's just us!!

4: I started the third lap of the Sohoku training camp being at the top, by far the best among the first years!!

5: Me!! I, Murakami Toyoka, will never again show mercy to anyone!!

Pag 4

1: He's not coming....

2: Tch, again? Kaburagi-san

3: That day, Danchiku said “I'll come”....

5: I'll come to the training camp!!

I'll stand on the start line and we'll run together!! That's my intention!!

6: He said that, and yet....

Pag 5

1: I wanted to go to the Inter High together...

Dammit!!

2: It's alright!! It's alright, Kaburagi-san!!

Uhm, I'm sure.... it's just a delay and they're late!!

If thie guy's spirit breaks now I'm in trouble!! I have to stir him up again and make him run forward

3: If he doesn't pull me, I'm in trouble!!

He'll come soon!!

4: Earlier, at the start line, when we crossed the goal, I saw Touji-san's van

5: Huh!?

7: The fact that they're here and he still doesn't come on the course....

Danchiku's bad condition is...

Pag 6

1: It's not like this, is it!?

Pag 7

1: Do you see the course, Danchiku?

You see? They're struggling

…. yes

It's like I told you earlier in the car

2: You can't ride that bike anymore

3: You should stop

5: …. yes

7: Instead of that

Pag 8

1: Ride this!!

Pag 9

1: It took me a while to prepare this before leaving

It's the same manifacturer as the one you rode, but it's an old model

The components are old, and the wheels are an intermediate level, too

2: And the sadlle is cracked too

4: But it serves its purpose well

5: If you want to ride in this training camp with the bike you've always used, you probably

6: Wouldn't be able to run!!

7: …. huh

You're saying that.... the cause for my bad condition.... is my “bike”!?

Pag 10

1; You could say that, but not really

2: Two weeks ago, Onoda came to me

3: to get some advice regarding your situation

Ah... uhm, uh- that's what I wanted to talk about

4: I talked with Imaizumikun and Naruko-kun too, but I still.... uhm... I can't decide

5: Should I let Danchiku-kun run in the training camp? Or should I stop him? I can't decide

7: He himself said he wants to run

8: He still has next year

Pag 11

1: I also think he shouldn't push himself too hard

3: You really look like a captain now, Onoda....

Yeah

4: Miki told me about this too

5: There must be praparations to do, you focus on that

I'll take care of Danchiku

6: I'll reach out to him every day

I'll talk to him, wait and see, and then make a decision

7: Thank you, you must be busy, but thank you so much!

8: He worked very hard on Minegayama

And then

9: When I heard he was having troubles with his bike, I started worrying too

Pag 12

2: I looked after you, your attitude

4: And I found the answer!!

6: It's “moving forward”

Run in the training camp, Danchiku!!

Pag 13

1: …. ah, but I've been feeling like there's something wrong with my joints since after the Minegayama race.... I went to the hospital many times and still, even now...

2: There, it was just a coincidence that it happened right after the Minegayama race...

3: That's why it confused you

4: Confused!?

5: “You have no self-confidence”, that's the main cause of your bad condition

…..“Confidence”!?

6: Stand up and look closely around you

7: And then look at yourself!!

8: If you think about it, it's easy

Even going to the hospital, you wouldn't know

You're....

Pag 14

1: Growing

You've gotten much bigger

Pag 15

1: It's your height!!

2: Huh!?

3: Second year of high school is a growing period and you're becoming much bigger!!

Pag 16

1: Huh, but....

My height!?

2: During growth period, there'll be big growing spurts that makes you feel bad

You tried to hide your bad condition, and you blamed the victory on Minegayama

3: You were so worried you couldn't even see yourself, weren't you?

4: Yes!!

5: Pains and creaking joints are all “growing pains”

The fact that you didn't have time to adapt is your bike's fault

6: You know this too – just like shoes have a size, road bikes also have specific sizes

7: If your body doesn't match the bike's size, you won't have power nor speed

8: That why it's the “bike”!!

9: I prepared it yesterday

The frame is old, but

Pag 17

1: It's just the right size for your body now!!

Pag 18

1: What....

“Just the right size”.....!!

2: What is this

3: It adapts to my body....

It's connected to my body

4: It feels like I can move forward as I want!!

Pag 19

1: This feels so good!

I'm riding a bike and it feels just like back then!!

2: Believe in yourself

Get on the course and run with all your strength

3: It's alright

As much as you've suffered this past half a year

4: Now grow as much as you want!!

Yes!!

Pag 20

2: Sixth..... lap!!

3: Danchiku...

4: Dammit!! Our pace has been going down since earlier!!

What the hell is this guy doing!!

5: Looking at the times on the board, Kinaka and Rokudai are ressing on with all their strengths

This is bad!!

6: Dammit!! Who cares about Danchiku!!

7: At this point we won't go the Inter High this year....

It's impossible, huh....

8: The pace....

9: ….chiku....

Pag 21

1: He's not coming, Danchiku-san is not coming!!

Until when are you gonna whining like this!!

Come one, give up on that delusion and run with me please!!

3: Ah- no no no

Sorry, I didn't mean, uhm....

Dammit, I said what I really think

4: Kaburagi-san looks so dumbfounded!!

Pag 22

1: I.... I said too much, I'm sorry

Can you forgive me? Neh? Senpai

5: Ah- the buddy sticker!? Kaburagi-san!?

6: Pick it up later, Murakami

You threw it away!?

8: The way he's ducking his head, that acceleration, and that dancing

I've seen them so many times....

I can recognize him right away even from a distance....!!

Pag 23

1: You promised me, didn't you?

And now you're crying!?

2: I told you, didn't I?

3: Who....?

It's no use, it has to be you

4: W.... ah

5: Danchiku

Pag 24

1: We're the legends of team SS!!

I made you wait so long!! Issa!!

Pag 25

3: No one but me can be your buddy!!

Hahaha that's right, Danchiku!!

Pag 26

2: A while ago, also Onoda came on the course

3: And Danchiku joines us, too

From now on

4: We're finally starting for real!!

#yowamushi pedal #yowapeda #yowamushi pedal manga #yowapeda manga #yowamushi pedal spoilers #yowamushi pedal translations #ride 728 #!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #such a good good satisfying chapter!!! #i am SO glad that danchiku is actually okay ;A; #even though its ridiculous to me that he didnt notice he literally became a giant asdsgfdhgfjh #look at how freaking tall he is now!! he's grown so so much!!! A Giant!!!!! i love him hes so dumb #but ofc he has to be dumb to be issa's friend #also that literally no one else noticed???? how???? sohoku is a team of dumb people okay #i mean we been know but still they confirm themseves as being even more dumb than we thought! amazing #on another note........ #now im not so rue anymore about who'll go to the IH #until last chap i thought danchiku wouldnt go #but now......WHATS GOING TO HAPPEEEEEEN #also now im guessing itll be a battle between Kabu&Danchiku and Kinaka&Roku #and tbh it should be obviously kabu and danchiku who win right? #i mean theyre obviously stronger #so???? #I AM CONFUSED I HAVE NO IDEA WHATS GOING TO HAPPEN #this is so exciting but also so stressing oh my god

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SIN Chapter 6

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I'm always going to be there,

Even if you don't want me to be.

That night was more so a blur, although I remember crying in Marcus's arms. I remember him softly brushing my hair as my tears poured down. Oh… Judy, Judy, Judy.

Saying your name sounds so foreign.

Going back to school was hard without her. I kept expecting her to run up to me or for me to wake up, but… I never did. All the promises we had made over the years still roll around in my head. Her voice keeps repeating itself over and over.

Omar's hand draped over my shoulder. We were all still grieving… Vanessa was sitting at my side as well. “Have they started planning her funeral yet?” Vanessa asked as she dabbed a napkin on her lower eyelid. “Don't know… I think her parents are making it a private funeral.” Omar replied.

“Oh… I see.” Vanessa's voice wavered. I couldn't blame her, I would've wanted to attend her funeral as well. However, I don't know if I could keep my tears from spilling if I see her again.

It hasn't been a long time since Judy's death, but the talks seem to have died down. Everyone has forgotten about her. No more staring or whispering when I walk through the halls. It all must seem like yesterday's news to them.

“How could they have forgotten her so easily?” I retorted.

“Must be all the disappearance that's been happening. People have learned to move on quickly.” Omar whispered, his hand still on my shoulder.

“Disappearances?” I stop.

How come I haven't heard of any disappearances? I swear I check the news daily, it couldn't have gone over my head.

“Yeah, disappearances. I think there's been 9 in total, and the police have been undergoing numerous investigations. Must be why they dismissed Judy's case so easily.” Vanessa slumped. Her eyes stayed on her used, crumpled napkin.

“But that's not right! Judy was pressured by the fucker who sent out that video!!” “It was a suicide, that's all they needed to know.” Omar sighed.

“Why are you two dismissing this so easily!? Don't you care about Judy?! Don't you want to know who took that video!?” I stood up abruptly.

Omar's hand slipped off my shoulder, and he and Vanessa exchanged a sorrowful look.

I can't believe them.

“We do care… it's just…”

“Just WHAT Omar!? Vanessa, Judy was your friend!”

Vanessa stayed quiet. She rubbed her arm and avoided eye contact.

“I think you should go out for a breath of fresh air.”

“What!? No! I'm letting this go, I-”

“Please…”

Why did Vanessa remind me so much of Judy?

I sighed and complied.

“Okay…”

I took my bag and walked off. Even if I had my back turned, I could still feel their burning stares from behind.

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Maybe this is what I needed. I enjoy walking around town and seeing other people live their lives. They seem all so peaceful… It's crazy to think about the fact that there might be a killer on the loose that's causing all those disappearances. It could just as easily be a wild animal… maybe both.

I wonder why it hasn't been broadcasted on the news.

A sudden yell made me snap out of my thoughts. Not far from where I was heading was a man dressed in a white robe in front of a church. The local church was located far from the school and the park I came from. I must've been walking for some while now.

“Repent! Repent! The Lord is coming! He sees your sorrows! He sees all! Repent!”

What a nut job.

I walked closer, it seemed he was passing out Bibles and pamphlets. I walked close enough to catch his attention because in a moment his whole body turned towards me.

“Young man! Oh! The Lord has seen your cries! He listens and watches! Repent, and he'll save you from the claws of Satan!”

Alright, this man was good.

“Alright… uh… is there a sign-up sheet or-”

That made him chuckle.

“No, no son. Every Sunday come to our church, in fact, come whenever you please. Open your heart to God, and he'll save you from whatever grief and pain consumes you.”

He passed me a Bible and a pamphlet.

“Will do… uhm, my name is-”

“I know what your name is, son. The Lord has spoken to me through a dream, he told me to guide you and let you see the light.”

“Uh-huh…”

“My name is Father Pierre. If you have any questions, please, come see me.”

And with that, he turned and went back to yelling in the streets. I put the Bible in my bag and opened the pamphlet.

As I was walking back to Omar and Vanessa, reading through the pamphlet put my mind at ease.

A God who hears my cries and pleases.

A God who'll listen and save me.

I am in need of saving.

“Omar, Vanessa? I'm back.” They turned towards me with a small smile.

“Oh? Back so soon?” Vanessa smiled before noticing the pamphlet.

“What's that?” Omar shot me a glance.

“Oh, I've decided to join the church... or something. I think it'll be good for me to believe in something... have a little hope, you know?”

Vanessa and Omar looked as if they wanted to say something, but they were interrupted by a low voice speaking from behind me.

“You joined the church…?”

I turned around, and of course, it was Marcus.

“Oh, Marcus. Yeah, I have.”

Vanessa and Omar squirmed behind me, I could hear them whispering and imagine them sparing glancing between themselves and between Marcus and me.

“Christians are liars. They manipulate believers into thinking they're worshipping a God. But in reality…” He leaned in closer. “You're just worshipping them.”

“Uhm… like I said… I'm just giving it a shot.”

“You always just give it a shot,” Vanessa mumbled.

“What's that supposed-”

“Point is… I don't think it's good for you to put off all your problems on some God.” Omar interrupted.

“I'll be the judge of that.”

It was silent for a bit before Marcus spoke up.

“Who gave you these?”

I looked back at Marcus, and he was holding the pamphlet and the bible.

“How did you- … erm… It was Father Pierre… I think that's what his name was...”

Marcus, Vanessa, and Omar's faces shifted.

“I heard that he's crazy… people are conspiring that he's the one responsible for all the disappearances,” Vanessa said.

“What-”

“Not only that… he's known for being rather… touchy,” Omar added.

“How would you-”

“Not to mention, he has a past of perjury…” Marcus smiled.

“Stop it! It's my choice to make, not yours! Not too long ago, you two were so dismissive of Judy's death. Well, you two can grieve in whatever way you want! Just let me grieve my way.”

“It's not that… it's the church we have a problem with.” Vanessa advanced towards me with her hand on her chest.

Omar's eyebrows scrunched up, turning his face into a frown. He walked over to me before putting his arm around my shoulder. He turned us around and began walking away.

“Why don't you just sleep on it? It's been hard for you… well, all of us… People tend to go overboard when trying to crawl their way out of a ditch.”

“I know, Omar… but, nothing is set in stone yet. It's good to try new things.”

I stopped and so did Omar. He sighed before taking my hand in his; his thumb caressed my hand gently.

He leaned in and hugged me.

“Just be careful, okay? So many things are going on and… I'd hate for you to make a decision you'd wind up regretting later on.”

“Don't worry Omar. I'll be fine.”

“I hope so.”

He gave me one last smile before he left to go back to Vanessa.

I turned around, and my heart almost jumped out of my chest. Right across the street stood the church with Father Pierre out front. He wasn't wearing his white robe… more like a traditional priest robe. He waved at me, and I couldn't help but wave back.

He had such a gentle demeanour that I couldn't resist.

However, one thought throbbed in the back of my mind.

That church…

It moved.

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Leaving

~*~ Chapter 3 ~*~

Hawks x fem!Reader

Warnings: smallest bit of fluff if you squint your eyes hard enough

Word count: 1.3k

Notes: This is an ongoing series for now that will probably include fluff, angst, and smut at a later point. Reader is a few years older than Hawks.

Prologue * Chapter 1 * Chapter 2 * Chapter 3 * Chapter 4 * Chapter 5 * Chapter 6 * Chapter 7 * Chapter 8 * Chapter 9 * Chapter 10

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Knowing you all too well from working with you on a daily basis for the past six months, Hawks immediately recognized your form on the street. "Hey, y/n!" His cheerful voice took you by surprise when he flew up beside you. "Hawks," you replied, stopping in your tracks, "what are you doing here?" His boots made contact with the pavement, as he landed right in front of you. "I was just wrapping up patrol and saw you walking all by yourself," he smiled as he folded his wings behind his back. "Guess you made it out of the agency on time for once." Hawks scratched the back of his head, knowing full well that it was usually his fault, that you barely left the office on time. You chuckled at his behavior. He definitely felt bad for making you stay after office hours, because you had to help with the reports or reschedule the entire upcoming day, considering the HPSC had decided that they'd need to see him first thing in the morning on short notice once again. But, honestly, you didn't mind at all.

"I hope your patrol went well, and I don't have to turn around to go back to the office," you joked while raising an eyebrow at him, an amused look present on your face. "No, y/n, you go and enjoy your evening," he laughed. "What about you?" His golden eyes widened in surprise. "I, uhm..." Hawks moved his hand to rest on his chin, just like he was contemplating what the actual answer to that question was. It surprised you that it took him that long to figure out what to tell you and triggered a whole new train of thought in your brain.

Comparing the life of a young pro hero who has been climbing the ranks as fast as Hawks had since his debut to his sidekicks sure wasn't ideal, but at least they would talk about joining friends for dinner or spending some quality time with their families. Hawks did not - not once. Didn't he go home after work to spend time with his loved ones or maybe go out to meet up with some friends? Did he just not want to talk about it? Or maybe, just maybe, there wasn't anyone waiting for him at all.

Come to think of it, you yourself didn't have any connections to anyone in this city, except for your work relations. Sure, you kept in touch with your friends back in your hometown, sending over a card whenever one of their birthdays drew close or calling them from time to time to see how they were doing. But ever since you'd moved over here, you were kind of lonely. An idea popped into your mind, and you did the only thing that seemed right to you. "You know, if you don't have anything better to do... Maybe you'd like to come over to my place and have a coffee with me?"

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Luckily, your apartment wasn't that far away, and while you could see other people staring, you didn't run into any real trouble. A few "uhs" and "ahs" accompanied you on your way from people who, of course, recognized the hero walking next to you. "Is she your girlfriend?" The both of you froze. Now that question took you by surprise. "It's a secret," Hawks winked at the girl with a cryptic look on his face. Instead of entertaining his mischievous behavior, you shook your head. "I'm his secretary," you clarified. Hawks pouted, reminding you of a kid that didn't get its way. "No fun, y/n," he whined. "Let's go, boss," you laughed heartily and continued your walk, motioning him to follow.

~*~

You unlocked and opened the door to your apartment, inviting Hawks in. "Make yourself at home," you smiled, the both of you discarding your shoes at the entrance area. Walking over to your living room, you watched him take in every detail of his surroundings while maneuvering through your apartment with utmost care so he wouldn't knock anything over with his feathers. With anyone else, you'd have felt a little weirded out, but during the past months, you'd learned that Hawks was very observant. "Take a seat," you nodded towards your sofa, "I'll be back with some coffee." Smiling, you left him in your living room.

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With two cups of coffee and a hell of a lot of sugar cubes in a small bowl on a tray, you entered your living room again, only to see Hawks still standing in the room, right in front of a framed picture. "Who are they?" You placed the tray on the sofa table and walked over to stand next to him. "That's my former boss." You pointed at a middle-aged man standing on the right side of the picture. Moving the tip of your index finger over the glass that covered the photograph in the frame, you introduced Hawks to the people in the picture until you pointed at a younger version of yourself. "Well, and that would be me, just... younger. We took that photo only a few weeks after I started working at the office." A soft smile grazed your lips, as Hawks side-eyed you. "Do you miss them?" The tone of his voice was oddly low. "Sometimes I do miss the time we had together." You turned your head to look at him. A bittersweet expression was plastered on his face. Your eyes softened. "But then again, I wouldn't be working for you right now if things went any differently, and," you nudged his shoulder in an attempt to lighten up the mood, "working for you is something I really enjoy." Hawks' features relaxed visibly at your confession. "And now," you walked over to your sofa and plopped down, "let's enjoy our coffee before it's cold."

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The two of you sat there for the better part of an hour, talking about whatever came to mind. You told him a little about your life, how you'd realized early on that being a hero yourself was out of the question as you'd been born quirkless, but you did admire the hard work heroes put into making sure that everybody was safe, and how your mind was set on helping the heroes so they had more time available to help others. You spoke briefly about your time at U.A., where you had joined the business course since it didn't require a quirk at all, and how you had secured the job at the hero's agency back at home after graduating. Hawks listened carefully to everything you had to say. Even if he didn't tell you, he was deeply impressed by your dedication.

Hawks revealed a few snippets of his life himself, how he never went to any high school with a hero course, but was instead privately trained by the Hero Public Safety Commission for years. He didn't elaborate in detail on how he got there or what exactly the people at HPSC had taught him, and, quite frankly, it seemed rude to you to ask, but he did tell you that they had discovered him when he had saved a few people after a car accident when he was still a child. Hawks continued by telling you about how excited he was when he could finally open his very own agency once he had turned 18, but how overwhelming the workload could be sometimes. He was thankful that you'd done your best every single day since you'd joined the team and always had their backs. And, unexpectedly, taking your hand that had been resting on your thigh into his gloved one and squeezing it gently, he added: "I knew you were the right choice right away."

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[age-of-greta]

The Lovers

The Lovers represent relationships and choices. Its appearance in a spread indicates some decision about an existing relationship, a temptation of the heart, or a choice of potential partners. Often an aspect of the querent's life will have to be sacrificed; a bachelor's lifestyle may be sacrificed and a relationship gaine, or one potential partner may be chosen while another is turned down. Whatever the choice, it should not be made lightly, as the ramifications will be lasting

Author’s note: hi!! as always this fic will contain two time jumps, then and today. I proofread, but typos happen! Still planning on posting weekly! Enjoy!

Pairings: Jake x reader & Sam x reader

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, adult content, minors DNI

Word count: 6.8k

PART 3:

THEN:

Monday was a long day. You had a morning torts class, followed up by yoga, then you were showered and in the office by noon. You didn’t have set hours since you were basically on call 24/7. Your uncle never made you work on weekends or breaks that your colleges had. He wanted you to be a kid as long as you could. It’s not like you didn’t know what you were doing, you had been working there since your freshman year of college. You knew the law, you just had to have a certificate and take an exam to prove it. Your office attire was a bodycon calf-length grey dress with black open-toed heels. However this would not suffice for the concert so in your car you brought one of your favorite outfits. It was a pleather two-piece set. The top looked like a cropped corset and the pants were skin tight with cutouts in the side. You knew it looked amazing on you, but you were nervous about dressing so scandalous hoping it wouldn’t send the wrong message. At around 5 you ordered soup and salad to your desk from Panera for dinner, and at 5:30 everyone had left the office but you. You told your uncle you would lock up because you wanted to study there for a while. When he left you lept up from your desk and headed straight to your car. You grabbed your makeup bag, curling iron, and your outfit plus jewelry. You sat at your desk and began to apply a brown black smokey eye, heavier bronzer, more blush, and a glossy pink lip. Next was your hair, which you put some beachy waves in and sprayed them into place. It was 6:50 at this point and the concert started at 8, you were perfect on time. At 7:10 you walked out of the firm with your outfit and gold jewelry on. You clicked down the street in the same black heels you had been wearing all day just down the block to the theater. You were giddy and excited to see how they performed. When you rounded the corner you were surprised to see a good bit of a line of people outside. You walked up to the box office and told them your name. You were then given a VIP pass and taken in through the side entrance and led to the boy’s dressing room.

“I don’t want to cover The Beatles. That seems cliche.” You hear Josh say as you walk in the door.

Immediately all eyes are on you, and it’s not hard to figure out why.

“Hello everyone.” You say awkwardly.

Sam coughs really loud. “Sorority girl! You made it and you look uh-wow incredible.” He says as he leans in for a hug.

Then you notice their outfits. Josh is in low rise jeans and a vest with hordes of necklaces. Danny is in black jeans and a white fringe top. Sam is wearing just black dress pants and necklaces, Jake is sitting on the couch with black dress pants with white details on the side with a matching blazer and necklaces. You can feel he’s staring straight into your soul. They all look so good, but Jake has you feeling some type of way.

“Me? You all look incredible. I love the style.” You say as your face flushes a bit when you make eye contact with Jake.

“You’re too kind mama.” Josh says with a smile. “Now back to the setlist for tonight.”

“Let’s grab you a drink.” Sam says as he lightly grabs your wrist and leads you across the room to the bar.

“Wait, are you really still making a setlist when the show starts in thirty minutes?” You say to Sam with a laugh.

He grabs a glass and starts making you a tequila sunrise. “Yes. We like to wait until the last minute to form setlists. Josh says it gets the creative juices flowing, but mostly it just ends in arguments.” He says with a laugh. “Here you are madame. How was your day?”

You take the glass from him. “Thanks Sam. It was okay, pretty typical, nothing really special.”

He smiles at that. “Well now it is.”

**

You sat with your drink while the boys battled over their setlist. It was amusing to watch Josh, Jake, and Sam bicker while Danny just nodded his head. Eventually they got their 10 minute curtain call so they all headed to side stage for final checks.

“They’re going to take you to your spot, but we’ll see you after the show?” Sam asks as he heads towards the door.

“Absolutely. Break a leg.” You say to him with a smile and he makes a heart with his hands.

Josh and Danny shuffle out the door leaving Jake lingering behind.

“I really like your outfit.” Jake says walking towards you. “Pay attention to the encore.” He says touching your arm and waltzing out the door.

**

The show had been absolutely electrifying. You knew they would probably be good, but they absolutely exceeded every expectation then some. You were in the VIP pit portion which was essentially you and press. The boys had just finished up “Black Smoke Rising” and they walked off stage. During the concert there had been a few times you made eye contact with Jake. He looked so hot shredding that guitar. Some of the faces he made were obscene, and had your mind long lost in the gutter. You smiled at Sam every time he would look at you, trying to be cool and calm. But seeing Jake in his element like this absolutely fascinated you. He didn’t make you nervous, more like curious. It’s like you were both trying to figure each other out. After a few minutes of chanting, the boys made their way back to the stage. It was time for the encore and you were excited to see what Jake had up his sleeve.

“Shall we do one more?” Josh beamed into the microphone throwing his hands up with flare.

You had to admit Josh had incredible stage presence and knew how to command a room. The crowd cheered and then you heard the first chords of Highway Tune come from Jake’s Les Paul. The energy in the venue went up to a 10 as Josh started belting out the first verse. The song continued and the climax had turned into a jam session. Danny was beating the drums, Sam was plucking at his bass, Josh was smashing his tambourine into his hand, and Jake was playing his guitar… behind his head. You were convinced this was possibly one of the best sights you had ever seen. When the jam session started to calm down a little Jake walked towards the edge of the stage and looked at you. He put his pick in his mouth, cracked a smile, and started strumming the intro chords of “Sunshine of Your Love” by Cream. You felt your heart swell a little, but tried not to feel too sentimental about it. You flashed him a huge smile and slightly swayed to his continuation of the song. You glanced over at Sam who had a confused look on his face. Josh shot him a “just go with it” and soon enough Sam joined in and so did Danny. They played the instrumentals of the song for a few minutes-leading to Jake playing the guitar solo before shifting it back to Highway Tune. They closed out the song and were met with cheers from the audience. They said their goodbyes before exiting the stage. The lights came on and security guards had come to escort you backstage.

**

When you got backstage everyone was in a great mood.

“That was such a great fucking show!” Danny exclaimed as you walked in the door.

“Indeed. The crowd was great, although Jake you all threw us for a loop with the Cream cover. But it’s good to keep us on our toes I suppose.” Josh said while pouring a drink at the bar cart.

“Sorority girl! How did you like the show?” Sam said, as he came over and embraced you in a tight hug.

You smiled at him. “It was great! You guys are so good, and I really liked the encore.” You looked for Jake’s eyes but he was at the bar making a drink.

“You will have to come to more shows. I think you’re our good luck charm. We haven’t felt this good after a performance in a while.” Sam said, nudging your arm.

You laughed and threw your arms up. “Hey, I’m there. You can call me a fan now.”

You see Jake approaching you with glasses in hand.

“Here. You said you make the best martinis, well I make the best old-fashions.” Jake says, handing you a cocktail.

“Oh thank you.” You say and you take the glass to your lips and drink. “Shit. This is so good Jake. Were you a bartender in your past life?” You say with a laugh.

Jake chuckles at you. “Bartender might be a stretch, but definitely a drunkard.” You laugh at that.

“Well thanks for getting me a drink brother. I’ll be right back.” Sam says to you as he heads for the bar cart.

Jake smirks at you.

“You know you’re a really good guitarist Mr. Kiszka. I enjoyed watching you all play tonight.” You say to Jake playfully as you take another drink.

“What can I say? I’m good with my hands.” Jake jokes back with you also sipping his drink.

You laugh at that. “Is that so? Well I do have a shelf I need hung in my apartment.”

Jake laughs. “I could be of assistance.” He says and stares into your eyes still smiling at you.

“Damn they need some better tequila.” Sam says, walking back over to the two of you. “I have tried to make a decent margarita, but the tequila is all wrong. Do you guys wanna get out of here and stumble to a real bar?” Sam asks.

“I’m game, but I do have class at eleven so I won’t be out too long.” You say tipping back the rest of your old-fashioned.

“What a studious girl you are. Let’s go!” Sam says grabbing your wrist and dragging you. You glance back at Jake and he’s frowning a little bit, but starts to follow Sam towards the door.

**

The boys had changed out of their stage attire and opted for a little more casual look. You had ended up at a little bar that you suggested right across from your office as you didn’t anticipate it being crowded. It wasn't busy at all, just a few men in suits with pints of beer sat at the bar. You and the boys took a corner booth in the back and you were wedged in between Sam and Jake. Josh insisted on ordering salty dogs for everyone and Danny had ordered pretzel bites for the table. You weren’t necessarily buzzed, but you could feel it coming. When the drinks arrived everyone toasted their glasses to a great show. After the first round of drinks Jake decided to switch to water. This threw you for a loop, but you chalked it up to general tiredness. Sam had ordered tequila sunrises and margaritas for the both of you. When Danny’s pretzel bites arrived you were feeling warm and buzzed.

“Y/n do you want some?” Danny asked, pushing the basket towards you.

“Actually soft pretzels are my absolute weakness, so yes I would like one. Thank you. ” You say back to him after taking a pretzel from the basket.

Danny nods to you and throws up his pretzel stick silently asking to “cheers” it with yours. You oblige and clink your pretzels together giggling.

“Can we get another two margaritas over here?” Sam asks the waitress motioning towards you two.

You finish chewing your pretzel and then look at him. “Fuck Sam I have class and work tomorrow. Are you trying to do me in?” You say to him.

Sam huffs out a laugh. “I feel like it would take a lot more to do you in sorority girl.” Sam says with confidence and throws his arm around you.

“Jake, why have you not had a drink in over an hour? Are you feeling okay?” Josh asks, side-eying him.

“No, I'm good. Just not in a drinking mood tonight I guess.” Jake says nonchalantly.

Josh snickers at this. “That’s a damn first.”

When your margarita arrives you know you have had too much and couldn’t possibly drive yourself home.

“Okay Sam last drink and then I’m calling an Uber.” You say while sipping your margarita.

“Oh shit I forgot your car was still here. That’s your office right across the block isn’t it?” Sam asks you.

“Yes, but there is no way I am driving in this state. I’ll just Uber here early in the morning to get my car.” You say with a laugh.

“Mama I’m not a fan of you Ubering by yourself, especially at this hour.” Josh looks at you with a concerned look.

“Yeah me either.” Sam adds.

Before you can respond you feel a hand on your thigh.

“I can drive you home.” Jake says very casually, and squeezes your thigh a little.

“That’s a good idea. He has only been drinking water for the past hour and then he can just Uber back to the hotel.” Danny says still eating pretzels.

Josh eyes Jake for a moment before clearing his throat and nodding his head.

“That would actually be a huge help. Thank you Jake.” You say looking at him.

He doesn’t return the eye contact, but he hums at your response.

**

You had finished your margarita, and excused yourself to the bathroom to pee. You stared at yourself in the mirror. You were definitely buzzed, but you were thankful you still looked good. You applied some extra lipstick and blotted your face before returning back outside. Jake stood at the booth waiting for you.

“This was really fun, guys. Thanks for letting me tag along.” You said to the group flashing them a smile.

Sam gets up and hugs you. “It’s our pleasure sorority girl. Get home safe and text me when you make it back okay?” Sam says with a smile.

You salute him. “Will do Sammy.” You say.

He beams a little at the new nickname and salutes you back. You say your goodbyes to Josh and Danny, then hand your keys over to Jake. You two walk out of the bar and you lead him to your car. You drove a white Toyota Rav 4 Hybrid, luxury edition. It was a graduation present. Jake opens your door for you and carefully helps you inside. You smile at him. “Thanks.” He nods his head and walks over to the driver's side.

“This is a nice car.” Jake says as he gets inside and puts his seatbelt on. He motions towards your radio. “May I?”

You nod your head and hand him the aux cord. He scrolls through his phone for a minute before Jimi Hendrix is lowly playing through your car.

You smile at this. “You know I have a cat named Hendrix. He lives back at home with my parents.” You say.

“That’s a pretty badass name for a cat.” Jake says, huffing a laugh. “Did you have fun tonight?” He asks you.

“I did. Maybe even a little too much. I’m going to pay for this in the morning, but nothing a vanilla sweet cream cold brew with almond milk can’t solve.” You say back.

“Is that your coffee order?” Jake asks with his eyes on the road.

“Yes it is. My go-to everytime. Please don’t tell me you’re a coffee snob and you think anyone who drinks anything but black coffee are weenies.”

Jake laughs at you. “First of all, I have never heard a grown adult say the word weenies. Secondly, I am not a coffee snob. In fact I enjoy a pumpkin spice latte just as much as the next guy.”

**

The rest of the ride back to your apartment consisted of a lot of comfortable conversations. You debated the over-ratedness of pumpkin spice and came to the conclusion that you both loved it too much to hate it. Despite the fact that you both enjoyed liking things that were “different.” You found out Jake was a fall lover just like you and also shared a love for poetry. You had never met anyone like Jake. He was so fascinating to you. He was ridiculously smart, kind, witty, talented, and beyond attractive. He parked your car and walked you up to your apartment. When you got to the door you asked him to come inside while he was waiting on his Uber, and he agreed.

“How long until your Uber is here?” You asked him setting down your bag.

“It says 20 minutes.” Jake says looking down at his phone.

“Okay I’m going to change. Just make yourself at home.” You say to him while walking into your bedroom. You immediately strip out of your concert outfit and pull out your black silk slip gown. You knew it was a little sexy, but you wanted Jake to see it. Then you speed walked into your bathroom and fixed your face, put on deodorant, added body spray, and gargled mouthwash. When you came out Jake was sitting on the couch, but The Zombies were playing on your record player quietly. When he saw you he shifted around in his seat a bit. “You know you look really good in black.” Jake says with his eyes fixated on you.

You grin at him. “Yeah, so do you.” You say sitting down next to him. There wasn’t an inch of space between his legs and yours. You crossed your legs and leaned over to him. “I’m actually pretty sad that you guys are leaving me so soon.” You say, twirling your hair.

“I’ve got to say I didn’t think I would like Atlanta as much as I do. But I know I’ll be back incredibly soon to visit.” Jake says with his eyes flickering from your mouth to your eyes.

“Oh yeah? What do you like so much about Atlanta?” You say to him with a flirty tone.

“I think you know.” He says leaning in closer to you. You can’t help yourself now. You lean in just as close and then his lips are connected to yours. You feel like a million fireworks are going off in your chest. The kiss is soft and sweet, but it continues. You start to deepen the kiss and Jake’s hand finds your hair. He laces his fingers in your hair and gives it a little tug. You moan ever so slightly at this and you can tell that turned Jake on. You put your left hand on his thigh and start rubbing it, you can tell he’s hard. His right hand finds your soft thighs and he runs his hand up under your slip, just lightly massaging your thigh. You can feel how wet you are. You lightly bite his lower lip and Jake lets out a deep breath.

“Jake, cancel your Uber.” You say through kisses.

Jake hums and pulls away. “As much as I would love that, and I know you can feel how much I love that.” He says obviously talking about his hard on. “You have class in the morning and I don’t want to be the reason you miss it or are tired.” He says tucking your hair behind your ear. “And trust me love, if I stayed here tonight you would be exhausted in the morning.” He says giving you a smirk.

You look back at him with lust still full in your eyes and nod your head. “Yeah yeah Mr. responsible I suppose you’re right.” You say trying not to sound disappointed.

He leans over and kisses you softly one more time. “My Uber is five minutes away. I’m going to head down. But just know I’ll be seeing you tomorrow, and I’ll finish thinking of you tonight.” He says with a smirk while getting up.

You giggle at him and walk him towards the door. He kisses you once more before leaving, and your brain feels like scrambled eggs. You take a few Tylenol, wipe off your makeup, and down a glass of water before climbing into bed. Your head is swarming with thoughts but you’re so tired that your eyes get too heavy and sleep wins.

**

The next morning your alarm goes off at 9 and you groggily climb out of bed and take a long hot shower. When you get out you start to feel like a human again. You wrap your hair in a towel and put on your robe while brushing your teeth. You hear a knock at your door. You glance over with confusion. Who could that be? You look at your phone. It’s 9:30. What the hell? You rinse your mouth out quickly and head for the door, but when you open it no one is there. Then you glance down. In front of your door is a venti vanilla cream cold brew with almond milk and a breakfast sandwich. You pick up the bag and see it says:

“Mobile order: delivery for Jake”

**

TODAY:

You had woken up from the late night around 9 and frowned when you reached over and Jake was gone. All you wanted to do was cuddle up to him this morning, well and maybe kiss him again. You decided it was time to get up and make yourself presentable. You headed to Jake’s bathroom and brushed your teeth with the toothbrush that was kept there for you. You know the implications in a relationship when one person has things at the other’s home. Jake had a toothbrush in your bathroom cabinet too. You then washed your face, did some basic skincare, pushed up on your lash extensions, and loosely ran a brush through your hair. Next was deodorant and a spritz of perfume that Jake had sent you one time while he was in Paris on tour. You decided to unpack your clothes a bit, hanging up your dresses that you planned on wearing this weekend. When you finished you realized you were in only one of Jake’s button downs and decided that you should probably wear a little more clothes before going downstairs to greet everyone. You decided on a distressed Black Sabbath t-shirt with some black bike shorts. You knew you would be heading to the venue later so you would have to change eventually. You threw on your black furry slippers and headed downstairs. Josh and Danny were in the kitchen cooking breakfast and Sam was sitting at the island cutting up fruit.

“She’s awake!” Josh yells through the house giving you a smile.

“Yeah good morning princess. Bacon or sausage?” Danny asks you while flipping over sausage patties.

Sam makes a fake gagging noise and you laugh.

“Good morning everyone. I’ll take bacon please Danny.” You say taking a seat next to Sam. Danny nods at you and continues back to cooking. Josh is setting everything out. There are eggs, pancakes (which you can tell are vegan by the way they look), bacon, sausage, and the fruit that Sam is cutting. You look around for a minute before asking, “Where is Jake?”

“Ah lover boy will be back soon. He is out getting coffee for everyone.” Josh says while getting out the syrup.

“How did you sleep last night?” Sam asks while raking his strawberries in a bowl.

“I slept pretty great actually.” You smile to yourself thinking of last night. “How did you sleep Sammy?”

“Oh like a kid on Christmas. I couldn’t wait to get up at 8 and start slaving away on breakfast. Jake’s itinerary is going to kill me.” Sam says back to you with a sigh.

“Wait, this mega breakfast is part of Jake’s itinerary?” You say giggling.

Just then Jake comes through the door with a carrier of coffee in one hand that he’s balancing under his chin and another coffee in his other hand. He locks eyes with you and smiles before walking towards you. He sits down the coffee carrier and hands you the iced coffee in his hand. It’s your favorite from a local Nashville shop with extra cold foam. Jake knows exactly what you like.

“Good morning love.” Jake says kissing your forehead. You notice that Sam looks away fast. He’s probably just tired, he has never been a morning person.

“Good morning Jake. Thank you for the coffee.” You say shooting him a sweet look.

“Of course. I’ll make your plate.” Jake says, then hands everyone their coffees.

You smile into your drink. Jake could be tooth-rottingly sweet. Jake makes your plate; putting a pancake with syrup, a small amount of eggs because he knows you aren’t a huge fan, two pieces of bacon, and a few scoops of fruit before ushering you into the sitting room close to the studio. It was rare that you all ate at the table when the boys cooked. Jake sat your food down on the table and then plopped down next to you on the couch. You placed both of your coffees down on the table. Sam took a seat next to you with Josh next to him and Danny next to Josh.

“I would like to make a toast dear friends.” Josh stated holding his coffee in the air. “To a good weekend. May our days be merry and our drinks overflow. May brother Jake also not have an aneurysm if the itinerary goes awry.”

“Cheers to that, but the itinerary will be followed.” Jake said, holding his coffee in the air.

Everyone laughed and you, Sam, and Danny held your coffee in the air to join the twins. You all started eating your breakfast and the boys started talking about a new song they were working on. You finished your breakfast and were content listening to them talk. They were all musical geniuses as far as you were concerned. Jake had finished his coffee and his hand found his way to your thigh. You and Jake were so complicated. You acted like a couple and to an outsider you looked as if you were in a relationship. You had gotten comfortable with PDA around the boys, which was something you had to get used to. But you have become increasingly paranoid about it in public. The boys don’t get recognized often when you’re with them, but you’re worried one day they will and then questions about you and Jake will start buzzing amongst the fans. It was nearly impossible to explain your situation to anyone. Then god forbid you start seeing leaks of other girls Jake has been with. It would ruin you, so you would rather remain like this. Ignorance is bliss.

“Enough album talk. Are we ready to get on with our day?” Jake says snapping you out of your thoughts. You force back your worries and smile at him.

“What exactly are we doing today?” You say.

“Well” Jake starts, “since we have to go to the venue in a few hours I figured we could go by the farmers market and look around.”

You were a sucker for the farmers market, especially the ones they had in Nashville.

“Sounds good to me. But I think I need to change shoes” you say motioning to your slippers.

**

After the boys cleaned up breakfast you were all ready to go. You ditched the slippers and threw on your black platform converse and added jewelry and sunglasses. You all piled up in Josh’s jeep. Josh drove, Danny road shotgun as he insisted he was taller than Sam and needed more leg room, you sat in the middle with Jake and Sam on both sides.

“Comfortable Sammy?” You asked Sam playfully as you tried to buckle your seatbelt.

“Oh yeah I’m living the dream back here.” He replied. “Daniel scoot your seat up before my knees break off.”

**

When you arrived at the farmers market you all sort of split up. You and Jake had gone to look at the soaps and candles, your favorite. Danny and Sam went to try the homemade hot sauces and Josh went straight to the local honey cart. Jake held your hand and the bag of beautiful smelling soaps and candles he had bought for you. Then he dragged you over to the flower cart. There was an assortment of beautiful bouquets wrapped in brown paper. You absolutely loved fresh flowers.

“Will you pick a bouquet to put in the vase on our island?” Jake asked you.

You nodded at him and smiled. You started studying all of the flowers, but eventually ended on white roses. It just fits them.

Jake pulled out his card to pay for the roses and then said, “I’ll also take the largest bouquet of peonies that you have.”

Peonies were your favorite flower. Jake knew how to make you swoon.

“Here you are. Beautiful flowers for my beautiful girl.” He says handing you the two bouquets.

“I love today, so much. I can’t wait for tonight.” You say kissing his cheek.

This is not normal for you to do in public, but the flowers and candles have put you in a great mood. Jake kisses your cheek back, twice, and agrees about how excited he is for you to see them perform again.

**

When you got back to the house you were a little bummed because you knew the boys would be leaving soon. They had all come back and started taking showers, which was the first step in their show prep. You were in the kitchen putting your flowers in vases, making sure to cut the stems so they all fit correctly. Sam was the first person out and ready. He came out in just a pair of short shorts and wet hair.

“Look at you Martha Stuart.” Sam says as he plopped down in a stool.

“Sammy, will you accept this rose?” You say dramatically handing a white rose towards him.

He clutches his heart and plays along with your antics. “Always and forever my green thumbed goddess. Speaking of green” he starts, “I may or may not have stocked up on the devil’s lettuce for tomorrow night.”

You look at him with delight. “Sammy, you're my hero.” You say hugging his neck.

You and Sam were definitely the stoners of the group. At one time your favorite thing in the world was getting Josh higher than a kite and asking him his thoughts on space and time. Jake walks down the steps while you're mid-hug with Sam. Then Josh and Danny come out of their rooms.

“Are we ready? The driver is here.” Jake says.

“Yes, let's do this! The time is upon us. We will see you there later mama.” Josh says walking by you and patting your shoulder.

Sam gets up to run and grab his shoes and sweatshirt. You walk over to Jake and wrap your arms around him and he wraps his arms around your waist.

“Good luck tonight Jakey. I’ll see you later.” You say looking into his eyes.

“My luck will be there watching from VIP, and I know my luck will look damn good.” Jake replies while rubbing your back.

He leans in for a kiss like he does before every time he leaves for a show, but this kiss isn’t soft and sweet like usual. Jake kisses you hard and holds you tight. It takes the breath away from you and now you don’t give a shit about the show, you just want Jake to take you upstairs to continue this.

Josh coughs really loudly and your moment is cut short. “The driver is here, we shouldn't keep him waiting any longer.” Josh says walking to the door. Sam is behind him and he doesn’t look up at you when he walks by. Strange. You give Jake a final kiss and release him to head to the door. They pull out and it’s just you there. You decide to go upstairs to take a nap before getting ready for the show and the after party.

**

When you wake up you have about two hours before you need to leave to head to the venue to see the boys backstage before the show. You climb out of bed and straighten up the blankets and pillows. You head straight for the shower, tonight is a full glam night and you can’t wait to see what Jake thinks of your outfit. You shower and shave/exfoliate your whole body. You put on some oil before getting out and your skin feels the softest it has in a while. You towel dry your hair before lightly blow drying it. Once it’s dry you throw in some texture spray and put your big rollers in. Now it’s time for skincare and makeup. You tone and moisturize, brush your teeth again, then throw on some teeth whitening strips. You shuffle your music and start feeling yourself when Depeche Mode comes on. For makeup you have done a full glam face. Very dewy skin, heavy contour and blush, subtle highlight, a fox eye look made with black eyeshadow, a big mauve glossy lip, and you even added some extra half lashes on top of your extensions. You then put on lotion and luminous skin tint on your whole body. You walked to Jake’s closet and pulled out the dress you would be wearing tonight. It was a small black silk dress. The neckline plunged incredibly low and there was a keyhole cutout just under the cleavage. Jake loved you in black, and you knew tonight would make it hard for him to look anywhere else but you. You smiled at this thought, Jake always made you feel so hot and confident. You slid into your dress and it was skin tight. It hugged your curves so well and your breasts set perfectly in it. You grabbed your black strappy heels that tie around your ankle and put them on. Then you went back to the bathroom and took out your rollers, fluffed your hair, and sprayed a ton of product in it. You finished off by drowning yourself in perfume, taking off your whitening strips, and spraying on extra deodorant. You decided to do gold chunky jewelry putting on large gold bangles on each wrist and thick gold hoops. You were so happy with how you look and found yourself so excited for tonight, even if you did have to see your high school friends. You grabbed your small black YSL purse and stuffed in lip gloss, blotting paper, deodorant, and gum before heading down. You checked your phone and Jake had texted you saying your driver would be pulling up any minute. You walked outside, locked the house up, and waited for your ride.

**

You arrived at the venue and the driver had dropped you off in the back entrance that would lead to where the boys were. You walked to the door and told them your name before being handed your VIP lanyard pass. You tucked it in your purse hanging half out so it was visible. You walked excitedly to the dressing room so ready to see Jake. You open the door and immediately see… Cole? What the fuck was he doing back here. You then see his brother and their friend. Fuck. Josh must have given them VIP passes, he thought he was a comedian. This meant you would all be sitting in the VIP area together, great.

“Holy shit hey mama! Damn, look at you.” Josh shouts from across the room while walking up to you already in his stage attire.

You survey the whole room. Sam and Danny are on the loveseat scribbling down what you presume is a setlist. Your high school friends are standing around at the bar area which is where Josh just came from, and Jake has his back turned to you sitting on the couch with guitar in hand. When he hears Josh he turns his neck and looks at you with wide eyes.

Josh hugs you and whispers “Before you kill me I genuinely did not intend on giving them backstage passes. That was a venue fuck up.” He says half laughing. You shoot him a glare and then fake a smile at him. He steps away and Jake is right behind him. He wraps you into a tight squeeze with his hands hovering on your hips. “Goddamn angel are you trying to kill me? I mean fuck. You look unbelievable.”

You giggle at him and breath in at the pet name that Jake uses when he’s turned on. “Do you like it? Or is it too much?” You say innocently, rubbing your hands on your dress.

Jake smirks at you and pulls you in closer, peppering kisses on your neck. “Like it? I have half the mind to cancel this goddamn show to take you home just to show you how much I like it.”

You laugh at him and he takes your hand and leads you to the couch. You pass the bar on the way there and wave and say hello at your high school friends who are still talking to Josh. At least he is keeping them entertained, you thought.

“Oh wow you look great!” Danny says as you sit down next to Jake and cross your legs.

“Yeah, you do.” Sam says looking up at you sweetly.

You thank them and then Jake throws his hand over your legs while they finish planning the jam session encore together. Josh takes his seat next to you and your friends from high school trickle in standing around the table sipping whatever cocktails Josh had made for them. Twenty minutes go by and the boys have to head to sound check and final call. Jake kisses your head and grabs his guitar before heading out with the other three. Then security escorts you and the others to your VIP seats. It’s a small section side stage on Jake’s side. On the walk there you make small talk with Cole and he gives you a few compliments.

When you take your seat Cole sits next to you and says, “Soooooo are you and the guitarist dating or something?”

There it was. That question that you hated so much. You decided to play it cool and shook your head and smiled.

“No.” Is all you say and leave it at that. He looks at you curiously but doesn’t press any further. One of the security officers brings you a High Noon and you knew it was compliments of Jake. The lights begin to go down and the show starts.

**

After an enthralling show, which entailed a moment where Jake walked over to the very edge of the stage and played the solo of “When the Curtain Falls” looking straight at you, you were being escorted backstage again. Of course this meant the high school friends were right behind you. You were irritated at this, but it wasn’t security’s fault, they didn’t know. You were greeted by boys in a great mood still sweaty from the stage.

“That was a hell of a show guys!” Cole says.

“Oh yeah thanks man.” Danny says, looking at you curiously. You nod towards Josh and Danny cracks a smile. Jake hugs you and you giggle and shove him away. “Jake, you're so sweaty oh my god get changed so we can get to the bar.” You say.

He looks down at you and curls his lip. Then you realize what had just happened. You had just announced your plans with your high school friends in the room. Fuck.

“Yes, that's a great idea. Let’s all get changed and get out of here I’m ready to drink!” Josh declares.

“Where are you guys going?” Cole asks.

“Oh yeah we have this little hole in the wall where we go and drink and play pool. It’s very lowkey.” Danny says.

“Feel free to join us if you want.” Josh says to them and you shoot him a glance. You know he is just trying to be nice. Josh would hate for anyone to feel left out. They all three oblige and after the boys change you’re leaving the venue and headed towards the bar for what you know is going to be an eventful night.

* thank you for reading!!!! also I’m seeing Greta today in Knoxville :)

#greta van fic #greta van fleet #greta van fleet fic #jake gvf #jake kiszka #jake kiszka x reader #sam gvf #sam kiszka #sam kiszka x reader #the lovers

[ladytauria]

hey liv sorry in advance i am nosy

🍓🐇🧃🪐🍬🦷🦋🦴🪲

dont be sorry! i enjoy nosy uwu

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?

hmm

i was 12. my favorite tv show at the time was this old disney cartoon, "super robot monkey team hyper force go" (abbreviated as SRMTHFG or SRMTHG. i prefer the first but plenty of people use the second.) it was canceled after its 4th season and, uh. the ending was SO bad. like, major major cliffhanger.

anyway, i was looking up... i don't even remember at the time. and i discovered deviantart, and i discovered this person's OCs. read a lot about them, including some fanfic, and then eventually discovered fanfiction.net

i didn't realize what it was at first; i thought it was just a writing in general site? and i was like oh! i can share the book i'm working on! (i have been trying to write a novel since i was 10). and then as i was looking into where i would post it, i realized what it actually was. (no, the title didn't give it away. idk why.)

so then i was like oh!!! this is really cool actually!!! and i wrote my first fanfic xD

that was in 2011? so i was 12, almost 13.

and i've been reading & writing fic ever since~

🐇 ⇢ do you prefer writing original characters, reader inserts, or a mix of both?

okay so this is a tough question

bc like

i love love love love love second person.

like.

*adore* it.

second person, present tense is my absolute fave, but past tense is good too. (i have written an entire sapphic little mermaid retelling [12k words i think] in second person. uh, it needs revisions but it's a full draft. i opened it it the other day and im still so proud of it uwu)

howEVER. outside of writing second person w/o ever explicitly naming the pov character i have not actually written a reader-insert? so for that reason alone i will have to say 'prefer writing oc's'

🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before

uhh

hm

i'm a chronic oversharer (mostly in the tags) so that's kind of tough!

ah! since my grandmother's memory issues started, i've been doing about half of the cooking (it's been a bit of a battle, as she keeps trying to do everything xD) and i've cooked a lot of new things this year!! i've gotten very good at cooking pork chops. which 🤔 now that i bring that up, i might make friday! or tonight, but they're still in the freezer, so...

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

my grandmother's memory situation has improved a lot!! it's still not great, but like. strides ahead of where we were 7-8 months ago!

my anxiety has been much kinder to me this year <3 i've made some very lovely friends this year~

mmm, oH, my energy levels have been fantastic this year. i didn't realize just how bad they had gotten until i started these new meds, and now i'm just. <333 much better.

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

hm

idk if i have any unpopular opinions...? i mean. i'm sure i must, but... nothing immediately comes to mind ^^;

🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

hmmm

recently been trying to get in the habit of summarizing what i want to do before i start writing. it makes the process much easier, if ik a bit about what i want to do before going in?

🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately

i am much better at being patient than i ever gave myself credit for in the past <3

🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing?

i can't think of one piece in particular, as the places i find inspiration are. all over the board?

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

picked a wip from my open tabs at random! funnily enough this is also the one i ended up doing for the emoji ask xD

it's also almost triple what this asked for but once i started writing i couldn't stop <3

He swallows, staring up at Tim. Jason has had plenty of practice reading people through a domino, but. He has no reference for the look Tim is giving him now. Only that it— That the feeling it gives him is… is new and strange. He has no name for it, the way his stomach feels fluttery and tight, his scalp and fingers tingling. His mouth opens—but all that escapes is a stuttery puff of air. That’s okay. He doesn’t know what he was going to say anyway. Tim hooks a gloved finger under his chin; tipping his face up. He leans in, slowly—so slow that Jason— There’s nothing keeping him there. He could run. Turn away. But he feels caught, feet anchored in place. Tim’s mouth touches his, and all thought leaves him. Jason has never been kissed before.

[ writers truth or dare ask game ]

#ask gaming #felinemotif #asks and answers #tauriawritesfanfic #the color of hope (canary yellow)

[notasapleasure]

a meme!

Thanks for tagging me, @grimm-lynn :)

1. Are you named after anyone?

I think the intention was to name me after my dad's mum (who died when he was very little), but to spell it in a more modern way. Inadvertantly, it's also a portmanteau of my parents' first names.

2. When was the last time you cried?

I was very sick and very tired and very frustrated when the removal guys broke it to me midway through emptying the house that they absolutely couldn't take any of my garden plants over the Irish Sea because of fucking BREXIT. I was also very angry with my husband, who was meant to have checked this. In the end, we managed to palm the plants off on friends and family and we'll try to bring them over later, once we've looked at the paperwork involved.

3. Do you have kids?

No!! I have known for a very long time that I never wanted them and do not have even an iota of maternal interest let along instinct.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

It has its uses.

5. What sports do you play/have you played?

My weekend hobbies as a kid were horse-riding and karate, and I played field hockey at school, did long jump and 200m sprint. But then, y’know. Everyone else got taller and I didn’t really. I dabbled in rowing at uni, because it was kind of expected that you'd try it, but my late-night carousing rather interfered with the early mornings. Also, as mentioned, I am short. Since then I haven't really done anything regularly except about a year where I got into weights. I'd like to get back into picking up heavy things and putting them down again, but I resent the cost of gyms and I need to have a structured class where someone tells me what to do, I don't have the willpower or imagination for solo training.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about other people?

Hm, it's tough to describe (my mum would say 'their energy') but like...whether they're engaging with me, like really with me and curious about what we're talking about, or if there's that feeling that you're on the clock to prove you're interesting or whatever before they get bored.

7. What’s your eye colour?

Blue

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Weird things to compare?? But uh. Happy endings probably? Not in my scary movies though. I like scary movies with bittersweet endings. Though the more I think about this choice the more confused I get.

9. Any special talents?

I'm so bad at answering these things, my mind just goes blank and I'm like 'oh pffff I don't do anything special, there's always going to be someone who's better than I am'. Assigned Jack-of-all-trades-master-of-none. There are lots of things I like to do and I try to do them well. I guess I will say that you probably want me around in a stressful situation - I'm calm and I love coming up with solutions to things.

10. Where were you born?

In a county hospital in a large and rural county of England.

11. What are your hobbies?

Ok, well. Writing, obvs. Fic and poetry now and again. There's an original idea that's been rattling round my head for a few years that I keep saying *this* NaNoWriMo I'll do it! And then don't. Art used to be much higher up the list but I'm so rusty. I haven't painted in years (...has it been over a decade?). Gardening (I miss my garden so much SO MUCH rn). Baking and cooking. I go through phases of manic knitting interspersed with a little crochet, but I want to improve my sewing - I have my granny-in-law's sewing machine I need to learn how to use. If we get this amazing house we’re looking at I’m going to have to get good at DIY, too.

12. Do you have any pets?

Two greyhounds and six (yes. six.) ferrets.

13. How tall are you?

5'1"

14. Favorite subject in school?

Art and English lit.

15. Dream job?

Not to be all 'I don't dream of labour' but I for sure don't dream of working for other people/companies. As you can see from the hobbies section, I like to DO stuff and be busy, but I like to work on my own terms and I like project work. So my freelance editing and proofing stuff suits me fairly well right now, though I dream more of a UBI that would let me do more with my time that wasn't just about earning, but could encompass more volunteering and community stuff. Being on furlough during lockdown suited me so well - I did so much and recovered so much energy that I was much more willing to engage with strangers as well as friends through video chat etc.

Tag fifteen mutuals - FIFTEEN?! huh ok, I’m tagging y’all but no obligation, right? And Idk who’s already been tagged, sorry if you’ve done this already and I didn’t see! @stripedroseandsketchpads @notfromcold @erinaceina @bellaroles @batri-jopa @donnaimmaculata @notabuddhist @kheldara @blxcksqvadron @boogerwookiesugarcookie @elwenyere @thatonelemontreeiforgorabout @jimtheviking @weirdsociology @rapidashmascot

#meme #about me

[aajjks]

choice!JK

despite the year-gap its been since minho has stayed at jungkook’s, his clothes still fit him. you were shocked to see his room was untouched; all his toys, games, and bedroom design were all still in place. it felt as if minho never left and he easily became accustomed to his familiar bedroom.

you made sure to help minho with his homework while mrs. min cooked something for him. of course dinner with minho was always endearing until you found out about his behavior. of course you scolded minho for misbehaving in your absence but he insisted that won’t misbehave again now that you both are together again.

turns out jungkook was right. minho made things a lot more lighter in the huge house. because of the 6-year old, mrs. min got to hear your sweet voice a lot more than usual and after 8 long days of neglecting food, you finally put something on your stomach.

mrs. min happily reported the good news to jungkook who seemed serious about feeding you through a tube to keep you from starving yourself but now that minho’s here, she and jungkook are sure you’ll take better care of yourself.

at 8:30, you put minho to bed after he took his bath but since he’s afraid of the dark you made sure to turn his nightlight on before shutting his door. “night min~” whisper as you head to your room but on this particular night, you find it hard to let sleep succumb you. to pass the time, you take a bath, do your nightly routine, and head downstairs to watch a movie or two.

by the time you finished the first movie, it was 9:15. once the second one ended it was 10 o’clock but still, you didn’t feel sleepy. because you’re prohibited from going outside, you walk around jungkook’s large mansion and take in all the expensive decorations around the house.

polished marble floors, glass chandeliers, you can’t believe he used to live in this huge house alone. not that you care! it’s just, strange. you could never live in a place this big by yourself yet here you are living in this huge house except you’re with minho and—

you hear keys jingling at the door and quickly, you sprint for your bedroom to pretend to be asleep. just as jungkook walks in the large house, you slam your bedroom door shut and throw the covers over you, pretending to be asleep.

you hear his footsteps heading upstairs but he bypasses your room. you gasp ‘he’s going in minho’s room!’ in a panic, you grab your shoe, ready to hit it over his head for hurting your younger brother.

but when you tiptoe closer to minho’s room and take a peek through the cracked door, all you see is jungkook making sure his nightlight is on. the gesture could mean so little to someone yet it means a lot to you. jungkook could be petty and turn it off to spite you, instead, he makes sure it’s on because he knows minho is scared of the dark. he did buy the nightlight, after all.

you’re so caught up with admiring jungkook’s small act that you don’t even notice him coming towards you and when he does, the first thing he sees is you with a shoe in your hand.

“sorry, i uh, ehem. i thought you were up to no good”

“Oh wow- how romantic yn.” He laughs, scoffing at you.

But can he blame you? “I’m not going to hurt him.” Jungkook rolls his eyes, carefully walking out of Minho’s bedroom to make his way into his own.

He knows that talking to you will do no good because you’re still pissed at him but he cannot help but think about trying to actually ask you about it.

Jungkook scratches the back of his head, his eyes a little red. “Hey yn… I have to go to a party tomorrow- for a drug deal.” He says, without any filter or hesitation because now you know everything so he might as well just suck it up.

Of course you’re going to say no- reject him, but he’s gotta try at least. So he intakes, before opening his mouth. “Would you like to accompany me? I mean it’s okay you can say no- you’re probably going to but..”

He’s currently fantasizing about hearing a yes from your mouth.

“Would you…?” He says with curiosity. This could be good for the both of you- but he’s not hoping for anything, “it would be fun.”

#ask: choice!jungkook #protective sis for the win

[midbyte]

hi its been years since i last did one of these but @cromerholt tagged me in one?? ty???

1. Are you named after anyone?

ham of ham sandwich fame

2. When was the last time you cried?

i got eye conditions out the wazoo and if its even slightly cold or windy outside i start crying literally within minutes. with that said, its been about a week

3. Do you have kids?

lmao

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

uh. no team sports and at best maybe snowboarding can be considered a sport? but even then its been literally 6 years since i last had the chance to

5. Do you use sarcasm?

oh wow do i

6. What's the first thing you notice about someone?

im an empath so naturally i notice that theyre trying to murder me with their mind as i speedwalk past at the speed of sound

7. Eye color?

so dark brown it looks black unless ur inches from my face. and thats in kissin range buckaroo so ud better pucker up

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

scary movies.... i like monsters and monsters are never allowed happy endings. just let the werewolves fuck

9. Any talents?

i can stretch my legs behind my head. also i do art approximately once a month

10. Where were you born?

california...

11. Hobbies?

ttrpgs, video games, art, mtg, etc etc etc

12. Any pets?

technically 2 cats but my sisters taking care of them until i can and wow. in this economy?

13. Height?

6'4" i love to stand ominously

14. Favorite school subject?

horticulture. genuinely knowing more abt the local plants does wonders for ur mental health, it changes the way u see the same places uve always gone. it opens up your eyes to the attention that landscapers have put into arranging flowerbeds and trees, and makes all the little bushes and ferns have special meaning.

15. Dream job?

i dont dream of labor. i just want a job that lets me survive. ideally, thatd have something to do with plants or conservation, like workin at a plant nursery or something but im not holding out hope

on that note uhhhh idk which mutuals to tagg.... ig ill just tag @sharkboypussy @sir-foxykins @neosnivy @les8ean

#ham.txt #its been yearsss since ive last done one of these this was very fun #i never know who to tag so. sorry if i did tag u and sorry if i didnt

[ben10ocfanfic]

Tale of 10 chapter 6

1. The group of boys Continued to ride. Jesse Took a very deep breath. He looked at the scene around him and took note of the damages to the rv. Admittedly it wasnt as bad as it could be considering what happened.

2. It still didnt make Dj feel any better apon seeing one of his oldest freinds looking so distraught. This RV was Jesses home. He worked since he was 15 for this truck. He almost dropped out junior year to keep his job.

3. Dj walked over to his old freind."If theres anything i can do please tell me jess." Jesse just smiled." I love this thing. But thats all it is brother just a thing. Id rather lose it then you guys."

4. In silent agreement Rick an josè nodded there heads."yeah an besides we can always help fix it." José said cheerfully. Jesse raised a brow."you know how to replace a dashboard broken windshelid an numrous holes along the back?"

5. Jose chuckled nervously "well we can always watch you do it." Jess rolled his eyes." Thats what I thought now lets figure this out" jess pointed at Dj.

6. Two hours later. Progress had been slow. Rick had been trying to focus on how Djs biology worked. Honestly he had no clue." My best guess is you're currently some sort of alien. "

7. Everyone sorta just looked at him confused."how did you come up with that one Sherlock?" José asked sarcastically. Rick sighed." Well, those robot things seemed to come from space. An im guessing they were after you since I dont see any other reason to attack."

8.while not satifyed the boys accepted it as jesse started tapping hard on the hourglass symbol." Jess you good dude?"Dj asked. Jess didnt awnser right away but spoke after a minute or two."I think you should be able to push this down but it looks stuck."

9. Dj nodded before thinking for a moment. He then started repeatedly smacking the symbol. After a few minutes a red flash blinded everyone before everyone saw the form of Dj.

10. Dj looked down observing his body. Everything seemed normal even his cloths were back untill he look as his wrist. There on his wrist was a green an black watch. The frimliar hour glass symbol was also present. However parts of the watch looked damaged.

11. The hourglass symbol had a noticeable crack although its was faint an didn't distort the symbol. Some parts looked to have exposed wiring. As if the covering had been removed. But most noticble part was that something was effecting the skin around Djs arm. Little, thick, green, square ,like lines. It almost looked like a tattoo of some sort.

12. It made Dj feel uncomfortable. He immediately reach for it. Attempting to rip it off him. He struggled for a minute before his face went pale. Rick then noticed djs face as jose an jesse inspected the rest of djs body for any injuries. "Hey buddy uh whats wrong?" Rick asked as Dj stared at him.

13. Jose an Jesse were now concerned as well. "Hola hermano ¿estás bien? Estamos preocupados por ti. ...Te ves pálido" José questioned. Jesse shook his freind slightly trying to get him to react.

14. Finally he spoke. "Its stuck." The boys all go quiet. "Its fused to MY FUCKING SKIN!!!!" Dj started to scream while waving his arm wildly while the boys try to calm him.

15. After nearly an hour of panicked screaming the boys gather around Dj. At this point the boys had been trying to remove the watch using various tools most of witch were broken. The boys were now trying something new

16."Guys this is a bad idea." Said Dj as jose attached jummper cables to the watch. Rick an Jesse looked back at there freind an shrugged. "Its fine our plan is solid" Rick then chimed in. "Its this or the hacksaw.". Dj gulped. "Hey dont worry man I got only one arm an im fine."

17. " I still don't like this I dont care what happens to me but what if you guys get hurt trying to hack this thing.!" Jesse just laughed. "Dont worry besides were not hacking anything were gonna use ricks laptop to create a electrical feedback loop. Witch will hopefully cause a system overload loop to shut down whats restraining you."

18. Dj an jose give him a blank stare. Rick sighs an face palm. "Doctor redneck here is trying to fry the watch." The two nod. "Yeah frying the alien watch still sounds like a bad idea. I just don't want my best freinds getting vaporized. " dj said before he sighed." But I can't really stop you from helping."

19."Dam right now lets fry some bacon!" Yelled jesse as he started. The computer humed to life along with the watch. Jose and ruck kept a hand around each clamp incase the needed to stop.

20. Dj tryed his best to stay calm. Jose smiled "see essay were good nothing can go wrong." Rick jesse an dj gave him a stink eye as the watcu started to glow. "You just had to say it." Said dj. Jesses panicked an started to press the keys quickly. "Shit! Get thoses off him! Now!"

21. without hesitation the boys started to pull hard but soon found the clamps were stuck."Guys forget me run!" Jose pulled harded the vain in his arm showing. " HELL NO. Were brothers amigo! We wont leave you behind!"

22. Rick strained as well pulling with both hands. "It will be a cold day in hell before we abadon- whats happing to our hands?" In response José looked down at his hand an noticed it was turning a dark green while ricks were turning black.

23. They looked to jesse who held up two unnaturally white hands before a green light took over there vision. A Shockwave of green energy erupted from the watch an knocked them unconscious.

24. Meanwhile far off in space on the planet Galvin prime.

25.A small 3 inch gray alien in green robes tinkered away. He have a smirk on his face as the small machine came to life. It looked like a mechanical spider. "Theses new drones should make repairs easier. Of course this is only a prototype."

26.As the alien admired his work another alien rushed in yelling nonsense as he tryed to get the others attention. This alien wore a lab coat with large oversized googles.

27. The first alien sighed. "Darwin please I know taking the role as my new assistant has gotten you nervous but I cant understand you. Witch is saying something as I know over 12000 different languages. At least breathe"

28. The alien took a deep breathe. "My apologies first thinker asmuth. But its happened. The omnitrix is back online. An I think it done something to earth."

29. Dawrin handed a tablet to asmuth. The first thinker sighed." It seems the past is catching up with us. It looks like someone tryed overloading the omnitrix but only cuased it to release a wave of dna across the planet. This is very bad. I must seek audience with the guardians of Oa an gain permission to one again return to earth.

30. Darwin gulped. "First thinker they banned you from returning after the incident. " asmuth chuckled "its only an incident if i did something on accident. Whatever the case earth is in grave danger. I only hope the new guardian is as worthy as Tennyson. May his gods watch over him. Because i doubt were the only ones who took notice."

#ben 10 #comedy #fanfic #drama #asmuth #ocs

[frankieispunkk]

Frankie's girl: a Frankie Morales x plus sized oc story.

MINORS DNI. PART ONE MENTONS OF PTSD.PAST ABUSE. PAST SMUT (she is Frankie's old best friend) war, insecurities. suggestive convos. drug abuse, Frankie deserving better

summery: Frankie has just returned from his 10 year deployment in Iraq, he left behind his old high school friend Daisy who he had always secretly liked, could he make it work with them?

Daisys pov

Daisy waits at the airport for Frankie and Santi, her two oldest friends, they have been gone on and off for around 10 years now in the delta force. they have been based all over the Middle East but most recently Iraq. Frankie has always been her best friend, they even hooked up in their early 20s, Frankie being the person to take her virginity when she was 21.

she is snapped out of her daydream by a tired looking Frankie and Santi coming through arrivals. "Frankie,santi!!" she calls out.

Frankie's pov:

He could tell that voice from anywhere,his Daisy,his oldest friend apart from Santi, his "hermosa" as he always called her a teenager.

he quickly walks though arrivals and finds her, he could spot her in a sea of a million people. she was always so beautiful. her chestnut brown hair which always had ringlocks, her curvaceous body which she always hated but Frankie found the most attrative thing ever, her smile that lit up any room she went into.

Frankies immediately wraps daisy In the biggest hug. "I've missed you so much" he says trying to hold back tears. "I've missed you too Frankie" she says sofly.

DAISYS r pov: as soon as Frankie comes into view it's like you are 15 again, he is still just as handsome as before, if not even more handsome. his angler nose and deep brown eyes are now joined by a slightly Aged face with a look of sadness, you always hated seeing Frankie sad but now you are just happy to see him alive and well. when he hugs you its like all the wieght and sadness of the past ten years had disappeared you had your Frankie back.

TWO WEEKS LATER.

DAISYS POV...

You are watching tv after a long day when there is a sudden knock on the door, “it’s 10pm who is knocking at my door at 10pm” you honestly feel anxious and your guard is completely up,the reality of being a woman in society. You look through the peephole to see a very sad and possibly drunk Frankie,you last saw him yesterday and he seemed very on edge but didn’t speak about it. You open the door and he nearly falls through it,he is most definitely drunk. “Hermosa” he slurs “Frankie,you’re freezing” it’s around 5 degrees outside and is out there in a tshirt. “Wtf” you hiss at him. “I’m sorry cariño,your place was the only place I thought of” “of course” you think to yourself.

“Stay here,I’ll go get you some clean clothes.” Frankie slumps down on the sofa and groans,he didn’t want you to see him like this. Weak,drunk,and sad. He is a shell of the man he once was,his brain constantly replaying the horrors that he been through the last 8 years. He puts his hands over his face and sighs.

“Here” you say softly, “bathroom is on the right”

Frankie stumbles to his feet and you help him to the bathroom where you wait outside for him,not fully trusting him alone. “You ok in there ciso?” You use the nickname you always called him as kids,you met in 7th grade and were best friends for 10 years and then Frankie wrote to you every single month. “Uh huh” Frankie says quietly. When he returns from the bathroom you’ve already got a blanket and pillow from your bedroom “I’ve got the sofa ok? You’ve got the bed,you need it” you softly say and smile at him. “Hermosa,you don’t have to give up your bed for me. I come into your house drunk and soaking wet and you give me clean clothes,medicine and then give up your own bed for me... I'm a junkie daisy the last two years ive been abusing coke" Frankie chokes back tears. “Look at me frankie,you have been my best friend since I was 12 years old,you always took care of me through everything. Now it’s my turn to take care of you ok,I can see how much you are struggling right now sweetheart, I know about the drugs, Santi told me its not your fault I am going to get you into rehab as soon as you feel strong enough until then ,just let me take care of you ok?” He pulls you into a hug,although he smells like cheap beer there is still an element of your Frankie,a musky smell that has always been Frankie. You rub his back softly and kiss his forehead. “We will talk tomorrow I promise” Frankie says sleeply”

“Get some sleep cariño” you say.

Frankie’s pov:

“I can’t do this anymore” Frankie thinks to himself after his forth beer he takes one big swig of water then stumbles outside to walk to her place. His mind is a minefield (quite literally) and his breathing is laboured. He stops for a moment to look at the mess he had become,the beer,the coke no wonder no one wants him. Its become a coping mechanism,the drugs the alcohol,now he’s back home,this isn’t training camp anymore this isn’t the trenches either,or a empty helicopter bay he can drown himself in coke in. He’s home,in his hometown. You’re here and he wants to make things right again…”like turning up at her house unannounced at 10pm high of my tits will help” he mutters to himself as he comes to your street. He meant to knock on your door quietly but he ends up being very heavy handed with it, and nearly falling through the door when you open it. he is soaking wet and freezing "mi hermosa" Frankie slurs, "wtf" you hiss at him as he stumbles into your house "I'm sorry carino your place was the only place I could think of." he can see right through you, he can see that you are confused and angry and he doesnt blame you, he would be too. "ill get you some clean clothes,you stay here ok" you say softly, Frankie slumps on to the sofa and puts his head in his hands, "I've really fucked up" he says to himself.

'here" you say handing him the soft warm clothes, "bathroom is on the right, ill be here if you need anything"

Frankie sleepily gets up and goes to the bathroom to put the fresh clothes on, the smell like you, the soft linen smell mixed with the faint smell of your perfume the you haven't had the heart to change since you were a teenager. Frankie inhales it as he puts the sweater over his head, he loves the fact your clothes are oversized on him, you were always so embarrassed as a teenager saying it should be the other way around but Frankie had none of it, he insisted that you were beautiful and shouldn't change for anyone. he is snapped out of his daydream by you shouting if he was ok, you used his nickname "Cisco" which gave him goosebumps, no one has ever called him that apart from you, he is either "catfish" or "Francisco" to everyone else

"uh huh" he says back quietly before opening the door to see you've made a make shift bed for him on the couch which he smiles at. "here, have some water and medicine, it shoukd make you sober up quicker. also you take the bed ill take the couch, you need it."

"hermosa you don't have to give up your own bed for me, I've turned up to your house unannounced and you give me clean clothes medicine and a bed? I don't deserve any of this, the last two years have been hell, I'm addicted to coke daisy, I don't deserve a friend like you"

" look Frankie you have been my best friend since I was 12, you've helped me through such tough times now its my turn to take care of you, I know about the coke, Santi told me. I am going to be there every single step of the way I promise, I will get you into rehab when you are ready but until then I'm taking care of you ok?

Frankie is overwhemed with emotion and the only thing he can do is pull you into the tightest hug. he feels you rub his back softly, he wants to break down there and then but he knows he cant. " we will talk tomorrow I promise" he says into your hair.

#frankie morales #pedro pascal characters #frankie morales fic #francisco catfish morales #frankie morales x you #frankie morales fluff

[berriusagi]

Bunny's Masterlist of Fics

Finally got around to compiling all the fics I've posted so far into one master list. All of these have been posted on my Ao3 as well so feel free to check them out Here.

Current Fandoms Included:

Miraculous Lady bug and Batman Crossover: ( 1 ) Fic(s)

Call of Duty: ( 5 ) Fic(s)

All of my fics and links to their chapters are under the cut. Hope you enjoy!

Miraculous Ladybug and Batman Crossover

Stomach Bug

Rating: Teen and Up

Word Count: 64,779

Summary: Marinette and Damian try to keep their relationship secret from their two families but that all goes up in smoke when Marinette comes down with a stomach bug. Marinette is panicking, Harley and Ivy are supportive, Damian is happy, the batfam is insane.

Notice!!! Discontinued Rewrite in Progress but slow going!!!

( 1 ) ( 2 ) ( 3 ) ( 4 ) ( 5 ) ( 6 ) ( 7 ) ( 8 ) ( 9 ) ( 10 ) ( 11 ) ( 12 ) ( 13 ) ( 14 ) ( 15 ) ( 16 ) ( 17 ) ( 18 ) ( 19 ) ( 20 ) ( 21 ) ( 22 ) ( 23 ) ( 24 )

Call of Duty

A Good Night's Sleep

Rating: General

Word Count: 505

Summary: After a long job, all Soap wants is a shower, his bed, and to sleep for an undetermined amount of time. Ghost helps him get what he needs.

( Oneshot )

A Name's Worth

Rating: Teen and Up

Word Count: 7,377

Summary: "Give me yer name,” Soap said leaning in close, "Give me yer name and it’ll be like it never existed and you’ll see just how much the name Simon really means to ye.”

Ghost chuckled rolling his eyes as he took another slow drag of his cigarette before stubbing it out in the ashtray, "Is that so?"

Soap nodded looking as serious as a drunk could while spread out over their superior's lap, "Can I have your name Simon?”

Ghost chuckled readjusting Soap in his arms, "Yeah you can,” he nodded leaning back as Soap calmed down and settled back in his arms.

( 1 ) ( 2 ) ( 3 )

Target of My Affections

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 10,681

Summary: The man stumbled back thrown off by Johnny’s sudden spike in energy and watched wide-eyed as the man fell to his knees clinging to him and practically begging him to murder his husband. He felt a small smirk tugging at his lips as he looked down at the wide blue eyes still shining with a few remaining tears in the corners, "I shouldn’t like this as much as I do.” he chuckled.

Johnny paused in his begging to blink up at him and tilted his head slightly almost like a curious puppy, "uh… killing?” he asked.

"No,” he grinned reaching down and running his fingers through his mohawk, "having a soon-to-be widower begging at my feet.” he chuckled gripping his hair, "How about we head somewhere more private and talk shop on how you want this to go.”

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SCP-1221 "Ghost"

Rating: Teen and Up

Word Count: 7,096

Summary: "Hey Ghostie,” a man with a Scottish accent said, the sound of him settling onto the floor on the other side of the door filled the silence of the hall, "Oof my knees aren’t what they used to be.” he chuckled leaning back against the wall beside his door, "So how was your day of testing? I heard they were seeing how your uh… tentacles worked?” he asked, his tone changing on the word tentacles as if he was unsure if that was the proper word to use.

Ghost didn’t reply but felt a small smile pull at his lips as he listened to the Scot ramble on about everything and nothing at the same time. It had been a few months since he was found by the SCP Foundation and he turned himself in. It took only a week for him to start getting his late-night visitor, unprompted and he never needed to speak, the other man was happy to chatter away on his own. He was thankful for a sense of companionship, it helped him from going completely crazy while locked away in the dark all alone at night.

( 1 ) ( 2 )

Snowy Escape

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 7,671

Summary: As the winter season comes into full swing Roach starts to feel its effects. He isn't able to effectively work in these conditions so like years prior he's sent on leave and naturally his boyfriends have to accompany him. Tucked away in the English countryside amongst the comforts of home and with his lovers, there isn't much to do besides the obvious.

( Oneshot )

#fanfic #call of duty #cod #miraculous ladybug #batman #Bunny's Fics

[shonenkun309]

A/N : Hello hello, how are things? As you can see, my spirit and my love for the game returned after downloading the Japanese version, but this doesn't mean that I won't post the story, especially since the interesting events have begun and more details have begun to appear about the identity of the perpetrator in the mystery of the story. So this chapter is going to be a bit bit bit bit longer than usual, I hope you enjoy.

𝑯𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝑭𝒖𝒏 ~𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒏~

Chapters : 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 7 , 8 , 9

CHAPTER 10

Fukajiro : "Seriously Futaba, I didn't expect Mr. Toichiro's collections to be bought from your father."

Fukajiro says, surprised at how many people know her friend Futaba, Futaba just smiles.

Futaba : "He's one of my father's clients, he always likes the antiques my father has on display so I ended up getting acquainted with him."

While Futaba is telling the story of Toichiro's relationship with her father, Fukajiro seems to be enjoying what she is listening to and this makes her even happier.

Fukajiro : "I envy you, to have so many people who know you on a positive note, you must be a special person."

Futaba is surprised by Fukajiro sudden words, only to find that Fukajiro is looking at the road with a smile still on her face.

Futaba : "You think so...?"

Fukajiro : "Instead of getting close to people, people come and decide to get close to you. They know your origin, class, qualities and characteristics, they decided to look at you from several sides, not just one. And looking at you, having so many relationships is because you have qualities that they've been looking for in the person they want to be with for so long, not like I have any objection about that anyway."

Futaba didn't say a word after what she heard, and having an eleven-year-old girl able to talk like an adult is extremely rare, given that Fukajiro seems kind of naive at times, Futaba stared at her friend for a long time until Fukajiro paused, still looking ahead. She finds Fukajiro looking at a small shop with its doors open, an old man walking out carrying a box outside the shop. Without any further ado, Fukajiro started walking towards him.

Fukajiro : "Excuse me, sir?"

Shop owner : "Ah Fukajiro, welcome."

The shop owner looked at her and smiled, welcoming her as if he had known her for ages.

Fukajiro : "You told me you're closing the shop today?"

Futaba : "You know each other?"

Fukajiro : "To put it simply, I work here."

Futaba is surprised by her direct answer, a girl of her age has also found herself a job...what about her parents?  Futaba didn't think to ask her about this and let her continue her conversation.

Fukajiro : "Did something happened?"

Shop owner : "Nothing serious, I just discovered that one of the shelves was broken and most of the items were slightly affected. I didn't want to tire you out and give you extra work so I told you I'm closing today to fix it."

Fukajiro : "You should've told me, sir. I don't mind getting extra work if it means helping you."

Shop owner : "That's very kind of you Fukajiro, but don't worry, I've had enough help. This nice young man didn't refuse to help me."

Fukajiro : "Nice young man?"

Futaba : (Uh oh...)

Only one person came to her mind when she heard this description, and suddenly a lively voice came from inside the shop, its owner carrying several boxes and placing them on the floor outside the shop.

Koga : "Alright now, I'm going to- oh, Hi Futaba, and...Fukajiro was it?

It's Koga and no one else, waving at the two girls spontaneously. Futaba waved back, unlike Fukajiro;  who stared at him with wide eyes.

Fukajiro : "You?! What are you doing here?!"

Shop owner : "He offered me help and I couldn't say no, that's all."

The shop owner doesn't seem bothered by Fukajiro's sudden yelling, while she isn't satisfied with Koga's presence in the first place.

Fukajiro : "Why do I always have to meet you wherever I go? Especially when I'm with Futaba?!"

She begins to interrogate him, staring at him with her sharp eyes, but he doesn't seem bothered by her words, not even taking them seriously.

Koga : "Hehe..."

Fukajiro : "This is MY place, you are not allowed to be here, is that clear?!"

She begins to violently move her short arms up and down, showing how upset she is, as if she wants to hit him, but Koga cheerfully puts his hand on her head and this makes her even more upset.

Shop owner : "Haha, you two clearly seem to get along."

The Shop owner starts giggling, while all this time Futaba was standing and watching until she remembered something. Futaba's main reason for going out and visiting Asakusa was to check on Koga after that news last night, and he seems to be doing well.

"That girl again?"

A lazy voice echoed behind Futaba, revealing it to be Kuya holding an ice cream.

Kuya : "Why her voice's so loud all of a sudden?"

Fukajiro is still grumbling as if she is scolding Koga for interfering with her work, while Koga is there nodding in agreement with a smile on his face.

Fukajiro : "You're not taking me seriously, are you?!"

Koga : "Fine, fine, I'm leaving, I'm not going to stick my nose in your business, okay?"

Fukajiro : "Get lost..."

Futaba : "Fukajiro!"

Futaba suddenly yells at her friend causing the attention of the men around her, Fukajiro looks at her to find that Futaba is looking at her with a sharp look, that look really surprised her...In response, Fukajiro gives one last sharp look to meet Koga's eyes.

Koga : "...?"

That look was enough to remove the smile from Koga's face automatically, while Fukajiro didn't say anything and turned her back, entering the shop. Later, the three begin walking together...

Koga : "You really shouldn't have yelled at her like that."

Futaba : "Didn't you hear what she said to you? She may be a little girl but...she has a stinging tongue."

Kuya : "Stinging tongue only when Koga is present."

Kuya says lazily, but his tone sounded a bit annoyed about it. Afterwards, Futaba decides to tell them why she came here, about her visit to Toichiro's house, and what she heard from Kogare.

Kuya : "So even the prophet is afraid to meet this mysterious Ayakashi here?"

Futaba : "I wouldn't use the word *afraid* when talking about her, she purposely went to the Kitsune village, letting them know about it just to avoid seeing the Ayakashi in person."

Futaba says with a clear tone of concern in her voice, which means that the matter is more dangerous than exciting as long as the prophet warned against it. The capital and the lives of many may now be in danger.

Kuya : "But we know nothing about what the hell this Ayakashi is, we don't know how it attacks people without touching them and without even leaving a trace."

Koga : "And herein lies the problem, we hardly know that it is dangerous but the whole truth is still blurry, and innocent people are being victimized day by day."

Koga shows how much he resents what's been happening lately, he hates seeing people get hurt when he can't do anything to stop it.

Futaba : "I'll see if the rest will lend a hand, so please don't worry about a thing."

Futaba says and gives him a serious look, Koga looks at her tenderly and starts stroking her head as usual, without saying a word. The next day, Futaba and Nachi go to Racord to inform the rest of the group there about the latest news, and surprisingly, the twins Yura and Gaku are there.

Nachi : "Wait, wait, wait, you're saying the prophet did that on purpose? Really?!"

Futaba didn't leave any detail undisclosed, it's starting to get more serious with time and someone has to do something.

Gaku : "If what you say is true and that there is an ayakashi hiding behind all this, we can't know what it is."

Yura : "Hmm...in all my years of living I have not heard of an Ayakashi hath the all willth on harming creatures without approaching it, I was going to mention wraiths, but then I remembered that wraiths attackth humans while we can view them, whiles this Ayakashi only attackth in the shadows."

Kuro : "In short, figuring out the identity of this Ayakashi or even finding a small lead to it is an almost-impossible task?"

Ginnojo : "We are still very early in the process, knowing that this phenomenon caused by an Ayakashi act is an important step in solving this mystery."

Aoi : "But what about the Wraiths that have started to reappear? A wraith had already attacked Futaba's school, and the deadbeat saw another one at Shinobazu pond.

Ginnojo : "Wraiths are known to be attracted to creatures with negative energy.  The school incident is classified as normal, but what Kuya saw at the pond was confusing."

"Hello?"

and before someone could add another comment, raccord's door suddenly opened, letting out a childish voice.

Oji : "if it isn't Fukajiro, welcome."

Futaba : "Hello Fukajiro."

Futaba wanted to welcome her friend but when she turned around, she saw a distressed look on her face.

Futaba : "What's wrong?"

Fukajiro : "I've been looking for you for a long time, and...I wanted to apologize for what happened yesterday."

Nachi : "What happened yesterday?"

Futaba : "No need to apologize, besides, I'm not the one you should be apologizing to, you know-"

Fukajiro : "I'll never say sorry to that man!!!"

Fukajiro suddenly interrupts Futaba, speaking without hesitation and made everyone suddenly fall silent.

Fukajiro : "I should get going now, hope you all have a lovely day."

She turns her back and walks through the door coldly, as if nothing had happened.

Aoi : "No offense but, this little friend of yours seems...a little weird."

Aoi comments but they ignore the situation and continue their discussion.

Ginnojo : "When I heard that things were getting out of hand I decided to explore the dilemma myself at night. I was surveying Asakusa when I got the feeling that someone was watching me from somewhere."

Ginnojo began to recount his experience and his words sounded vague, which caught everyone's attention more and more.

Futaba : "Someone was watching you? From where?"

Ginnojo : "The feeling led me to the Twelve stories tower."

Ginnojo began to recount his experience and his words sounded vague, which caught everyone's attention more and more. When that feeling began to come over him, he felt a prick pulling him toward the tower so he made the decision to go there. When he climbed the stairs leading to the top of the tower where he could see all of Asakusa from there, he found nothing, though he was sure there was something drawing him towards this very location, there was a powerful entity, too powerful to belong to a Wraith.

Ginnojo : "This feeling did not leave me even after I left the tower, I was sure that something or someone was up there."

Aoi : "Did you find anything?"

Ginnojo : "Nothing interesting, just a bunch of sand was in there."

Oji : "Sand...?"

Nachi : "Big chance it was dust or something?"

Ginnojo : "It was sand, a big bunch of it all in one place, that was the only thing that kind of caught my eye."

Each one of them came up with a theory as to why there was sand at the top out of the blue, while Yura kept analyzing the details explained to him in silence, making Futaba notice his silence.

Futaba : "Did you come to a conclusion, Yura?"

Yura : “The story of that feeling that sir Ginnojo hath is not at all ordinary, what he felt was too strong to be a wraith, maybe...just maybe...What if what he was feeling was some kind of Ayakashi?”

Suddenly, Yura's tone changes to become more serious.

Kuro : "You mean what Gin-Gin felt was the very Ayakashi the prophet warned about?"

Yura : "I am not sure yet, but we should be careful, the prophet warned about it which means 'Tis more risque than any wraith we have encountered."

At the end of the discussion between them, anxiety begins to permeate Futaba's heart because of what she heard and discovered, and finally confirmed that the prophet's words were indeed true, and that what Ginnojo felt that night was a presence of an Ayakashi and not a Wraith.

Kuro : "Come on guys, you totally got Futaba anxious, so let's change the subject a bit, shall we?"

Kuro says, trying to lighten the atmosphere a bit and distancing the anxiety and fear from his comrades, and thankfully, they started chatting about something else that had nothing to do with what happened.

Yura : "You're telling me that your little friend believes in Ayakashi?"

Futaba : "Yes, she believes in the existence of Ayakashi. She witnessed Nachi's transformation from cat form to human form by accident, and she knows that you know the truth about Nachi as well."

Aoi : "You two seem to have grown closer since the time she came here."

Yura : "I may not have met her closely, but from the way she looks and the way she speaks, she seems to be a very interesting little lady."

Futaba : "Well, even though the lessons at school are different between us, she understands them well, after all, she is the one who showed me the lessons I missed during the Wraith Incident. She also saved Kogare from a speeding rickshaw and was faster than the rickshaw itself, it all happened in the blink of an eye. She even took a small job for herself after school despite her early age."

Futaba kept talking about her new little friend, her attitudes and characteristics, even mentioning the part where Fukajiro for some unknown reason can't stand Koga.

Oji : "And here I thought that Koga was the kids' best buddy."

Oji says, adding a slight laugh, mocking the situations mentioned but they didn't give it any importance, not noticing how upset Futaba was about this, especially after their last interaction near the shop where Fukajiro works. After their conversation at Racord, Futaba and Nachi decide to leave but they keep thinking about what Ginnojo said about the entity in the tower, It was then that the two began to believe in the theory that the mysterious Ayakashi was there, If what they are thinking is true, then why was the entity there in particular? If it was the main cause of this phenomenon in the capital, it must be attacking its victims from the top of the tower. The question remains, how...? Many questions hovered over Futaba's head, and she could not find any logical explanation for them, until Nachi's voice interrupted her, calling her.

Nachi : "Futaba...?"

Futaba : "Yes Nachi?"

Nachi : "Listen, I...I think you should stay at home for the time being."

Futaba : "what? What do you mean?

Nachi : "Isn't it obvious? I'm worried you might fall victim to this crazy Ayakashi, you know exactly what it's doing now."

Nachi's tone becomes stern as Futaba stares at him incessantly, and from a few simple words she realizes how worried he is for her.

Futaba : "I understand your concern, Nachi, but... I vowed to myself that I would do everything in my power to stop this."

Nachi : "I know that but..."

Futaba : "I almost fell victim to it during the incident with the Wraith at school, if I sit still and do nothing, who knows what its next move might be, it might do harm to the people around me, and hurt me too."

Futaba repeats the same words she said to Toichiro, still insisting on standing up to unveil this mystery, perhaps because of her concern that people close to her might be hurt as she was. Nachi hesitated to answer her after what he heard from her, but she continues.

Futaba : "I promise I'll be careful, Nachi, I'll stop him before he stops me, and I'll expect you by my side then."

She says in a motivational tone, causing Nachi's eyes to widen and he smiles broadly.

Nachi : "Of course, don't worry about it, Futaba, as your bodyguard I will go to great lengths to protect you from any danger."

This was enough to remove the doubt and worry from Nachi's mind and motivate him to cooperate with her despite everything that had happened so far.

...

The day passes quickly, it gets dark, and the capital falls into a deep sleep. Nachi in his cat form as usual curled up and asleep near Futaba's bed unlike Futaba whose eyelids hadn't fallen asleep due to the recent events so she ended up staring at the ceiling.

Futaba : (If what Ginnojo and Yura say is true, this Ayakashi starts its movements either from the tower or near it, if we're going on patrols we'd better start there.)

Futaba kept studying and analyzing the situation in her head, preparing for her next steps, and this was enough to make her tired and sleepy. But before she closed her eyes and fell asleep, an ominous sensation suddenly came over her so she got up in a panic from her bed.

Futaba : "This sensation!! Now?!"

She whispered while looking at Nachi who was still curled up in a deep sleep. She never wanted to wake him up so she got up on her own and followed the sensation that came over her. The sensation led her outside the house and specifically near the river bank. The closer she got, the stronger that sensation became, and the more anxious she became.

Futaba : (This sensation is so strong, it can't possibly belong to a Wraith.)

When she realized this, she remembered something...

' Yura : “The story of that feeling that sir Ginnojo hath is not at all ordinary, what he felt was too strong to be a wraith, maybe...just maybe...What if what he was feeling was some kind of Ayakashi?” '

She remembered Yura's words about the sensation itself, it was much stronger than a wraith, Futaba pauses at this realization and becomes even more reluctant to approach, anxious and afraid of coming face to face with the One with such great power.

Futaba : (Is it really an Ayakashi?)

After this questioning, Futaba decides to continue on her way.

Wraith : "UGGRRRRAAAAAHH!!!"

There was a disturbing sound she knew anywhere, an annoying roar filled the area, a black shadow and red eyes were present just as she had expected, and when she got closer she found something else...a semi-obvious figure present in the same place as the Wraith, when Futaba looked closer and discovered his identity She found that he was a tall person, facing the Wraith. Futaba looked more closely at them, and saw that they were holding something in their hand that looked like a weapon, a spear sharp on both sides. The person raises the spear high and they start waving it deftly as if they are experts in using it.

Wraith : "GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!"

In the blink of an eye, the person charged towards the Wraith with their spear and slashed the Wraith in two resulting in its complete disappearance, the Wraith's roar vanished from the scene and was banished quite simply.

"..."

That person banished the Wraith so easily without much trouble, and this struck terror and dread into Futaba… *CRACK* But her fear led to the breaking of a small branch under her foot...

"...!!" And that faint sound caught the attention of the mysterious person from afar.

𝑻𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒅 ➡➡➡

#ayakashi romance reborn #ayakashi koi meguri #ayakashi koga #ayakashi kuya #ayakoi #koga kitamikado #arr ginnojo #ayakashi toichiro #ayakashi shizuki

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Tag Game - First 10 Lines

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and  tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and  share anyway.

hi @picnokinesis and thanks for the tag! let's pretend it hasn't been an entire month since you tagged me, and that i didn't spend a whole 15 minutes trying to remember my password to this account before giving up and resetting it. sounds good? sounds good.

i don't exactly have 10 doctor who fics, i don't think? we'll see how far we get with the wips floating around my onenote, and if it's not 10, i'll pad it with other fics -- it'll be a guess the fandom sort of thing, fun for the whole family (although, if you do guess the fandom from one line, i'll be genuinely impressed). starting with the completed ones:

you're the one that i need, i'm the one that you loathe ; nebulously mid s12 thoschei one-shot

“I think it should be me who kills you.”

2. it makes me who i am (i burned it all but i'm doing fine) ; canon divergence where 13 thinks to dive into the matrix mid s12 and sort of uh. breaks her own mind, it's fine, she's alright. thoschei one-shot.

She stands alone, and watches the flames dance.

3. on the catfish and its adaptive capacity in adverse temporal conditions ; you guessed it, mid s12 thoschei one-shot. 13 pays a visit to O for ScienceTM. it doesn't go great.

This is arguably not the most brilliant plan the Doctor’s ever come up with.

and now for the wips. titles are temporary and, were i to finish any of these, would probably change 3-6 times before actually being posted

4. i've loved you for a hundred years (certainly fucking feels like it) ; human au spydoc one-shot that got away from me a bit and that i never ended up finishing.

There's a star in his kitchen.

5. the enemy of my enemy, and other cautionary tales ; i don't even know what this was going to be, but it was going to involve a team-up with Jack and the Master, and some shenanigans. maybe even some hijinks? hard to say.

"So," Jack says, wondering why the hell he's still standing here, "explain to me again why I should care?"

6. driving lessons ; a tentatively thasmin one-shot set between s12 and flux, exploring how yaz learnt to pilot the tardis as well as she has, aka 13 teaches her something instead of apologizing every time she behaves like a dick. might still finish this one, actually

"Want me to show you how to reset the chronion collector brackets?"

7. help is on the way ; a jack/13 one-shot set after once, upon time, because how could i not bring jack into the aftermath of whatever the hell happened in that episode

She holds it together for a remarkably long time, all things considered.

8. another night and i'll see you (another night and i'll be you) ; power of the doctor one-shot, exploring whatever the fuck happened with that doctor/master combination. got distracted from it, but honestly would like to go back to it at some point because seriously, the implications

He— she— they— are bleeding.

the other doctor who wips are not at a stage where they have opening lines, so bonus round!

9. a day in the life, and other team building exercises ; okay, this one's an easy fandom guess, but it's not about to be posted any time soon, so shouldn't give me away

"Warden," Camilla says, with all the neutrality only a lifetime can teach, "is that a knife?"

10. quick study ; teaching one's teammate to drive when one's teammate also happens to be an alien with a bit of a kleptomaniac streak

"This just seems so unnecessarily complicated."

and that's 10! this was very fun, thank you again for the tag! I don't really have many mutuals on this account, but if you see this and are interested, consider yourself tagged! i love reading these tag games

#tag game #i have had zero time to write lately alas #but this was a fun way to remember all the stuff i /was/ going to write #i actually do want to finish a lot of these #guess we'll see.....

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MUNI LONG - "MADE FOR ME"

JUKEBOX TRIVIA TIME: Despite her decades of songwriting, prior to today Priscilla Renea's only mentions on the Jukebox were in reviews for Sabrina Carpenter, Shontelle, and Akon...

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Nortey Dowuona: Priscilla Renea had two solo records in 2009 and 2018, both good, but they sank into the ocean. In between, she wrote "California King Bed," "Who Says," "I'm a Diamond," "Worth It," "Bottom of the Bottle," and "Love So Soft." Then out of nowhere, a simple little ditty called "Hrs and Hrs" turned Priscilla Renea into Muni Long, 2000s R&B lifer. Priscilla seized her chance, dropping an EP and album both called Public Displays of Affection -- neither of which you have heard or have heard described to you until now. "Made for Me" is a neat, well-made version of what Renea was writing for Tamar Braxton, Monica, Mary J. Blige, K Michelle, Fantasia and Ariana Grande, and it wouldn't have been as good if they sang it. Her voice, wispy and light yet sharp and tight, navigates smooth little runs that allow her to slip out little phrases and simple words and imbue them with weight, where someone like Grande or Michelle would oversell or crumble. "Twin...where have you been" is such a potent, aching plea in her voice that it started another massive trend, led by this absolute icon and culminating in this little gem and this excellent performance. Muni Long is made for this moment. I hope her next album is made to be remembered. [10]

TA Inskeep: An elegant, piano-led R&B ballad reminiscent of Toni Braxton's Imperial Phase work with Babyface, this is incredibly lovely. [8]

Alfred Soto: I can hear Keyshia Cole singing this sturdy ballad about a dozen years ago.  [6]

Jeffrey Brister: I have no idea how long it’s been since I’ve heard this kind of soft-lit, radio-ready-for-2000 R&B. It’s a really nice replica of a form I don’t really hear much anymore, but nothing about it is particularly distinctive, no twists or winks or nods to modern production beyond a rolling kick in the chorus. There’s a bit more polish on the metal, but it’s the same shape as always. [5]

Katherine St. Asaph: Priscilla Renea's breakthrough arrives, by... changing her name and making a Babyface homage with few concessions to modern R&B? Given the industry's bifurcation of years-past debut artists into either successful or failed-to-launch brands, creating a new identity makes unfortunate mercenary sense. (The "Muni Long" moniker is, according to Renea, the "protector of Priscilla." My grand theory on this -- which, to be clear, is 100% absolutely not true -- is that the quote isn't in fact Vogue-feature woo, and instead she's just a Dark Souls stan.) As for the latter: Like Jack Antonoff (and unlike, say, Bonnie McKee or Ester Dean), Renea was chameleonic as a songwriter -- compare any given three tracks, say Train's "Drink Up," Selena Gomez's "Who Says," and Fifth Harmony's "Worth It" -- and comfortable adapting to any genre that solicited pop songs. (And she knows it.) That's perhaps why she can merge so well into this vintage-Monica guise. Just, uh, assume that when she says "twin" she means "twin flame." [7]

Ian Mathers: That piano sound is Adult Contemporary enough it sounds like it drives a sensible sedan, and I mean that as a compliment. As a twin myself, I continue to be quietly freaked out whenever the word is evoked in a romantic context, but other than that this is nice, especially when she gets impassioned on the chorus. [6]

Taylor Alatorre: There’s a lot of work that goes into constructing a memorable hook consisting of a single word, and unlike Muni Long I’m not a songwriter by trade so I can’t tell you exactly how it’s done. But in architectural terms, it seems to be comparable to the laying of a cornerstone, in the modern ceremonial sense rather than in the older, Biblical one. The rest of the building has to come first, and only then can the stone be slotted into its designated place of prominence. Muni enunciates the word “twin” like a child pointing at an object that she’s just learned a new word for, and the quiet simplicity of this moment, brimming with a well-earned sense of sureness, seems to embody all of the song’s desires and inspirations within itself.  [8]

Isabel Cole: A competently executed heartbreak jam about being unable to let go, maybe the first Big On TikTok song I’ve encountered where I get the appeal. “Body to body / skin to skin” is a nice interjection of remembered intimacy in the plaintive wail of the chorus. [6]

Oliver Maier: Sweet but not remotely moving. Nothing here sounds bad, but it's painfully anonymous. [3]

Dave Moore: I keep forgetting that Muni Long was once Priscilla Renea, one of my favorite under-the-radar singer-songwriters from the late '00s (Jukebox is a stone cold classic), in part because I don't usually hear her ear for a killer hook in her more recent R&B material. But this song, which sounded unremarkable when I heard it in its original flavor, turns out to be fantastic remixed into amapiano and Atlanta bass, so clearly it has good bones. [6]

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: By the time we get to the final chorus, "Made for Me" crosses over from dutiful but indistinct Babyface-core to something greater – an act of pastiche so complete and artfully struck that it acquires a majesty of its own in the act of copying a lost golden age.  [7]

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