#also you can’t forget the iconic arm on shoulder shot

[peach-the-owl]

How about Crit role cast with child reader where they do a special one-shot the child’s wanted to do for the child’s birthday.

Have I always wanted to do something like this? Well yeah, who hasn’t. Did I end up projecting a little because my own birthday wasn't that long ago? No… m-maybe…

Enjoy everyone! 😁

The Birthday Heist

Crit Role Cast & Child!Reader

“Someone’s excited.” Marisha comments on your beaming face as you enter the studio with her. You look up at her, practically buzzing with excitement.

“I am! I can’t wait to finally play with you guys.” You cheer, trying not to rush too far ahead of her so you don’t end up getting lost. She laughs happily at your excitement as you both weave around until you make it to that iconic table. It always takes you a second to remember that what you see on the livestream isn’t everything shown from behind the scenes with all the microphones, cameras and crew about trying to set up for tonight.

“And we’re excited for you to join us too.” Matt says giving you a couple pats on the shoulder before joining in getting everything setup.

“I heard it was someone’s birthday today!” You hear, looking over at Travis, Laura not too far behind. You’re quick to jump into his opened arms, accepting the bear hug from him.

“Hey, you’re squishing me!” You pout playfully after a bit, this just makes him hold on slightly tighter.

“Good.” He responds just as playfully before finally letting you go. Once you’re placed down you go and give a hug to Laura who’s defiantly squishing you a lot tighter then Travis did, but it doesn’t last as long and your both giggling once she releases you. Soon enough you Sam enter the studio, he makes eye contact with you before pretending not to see you as he places a hand over his eyes in order to “search” for you. You giggle at his antics but play along copying his actions until you both make eye contact again in which he then dramatically points at you and hurries over.

“Ah ha! I hath found the birthday kid!” He declares like it’s some great achievement. He then proceeds to ruffle your hair and give you a much lighter hug compared to Travis’. He then proceeds to go get some things ready at the table while you go over to greet Ashley.

“Hey kiddo, ready to be apart of the action?” Ashley asks once you approach her.

“You bet I am!” You say, placing your hands on your hips triumphantly.

“Awesome! You’re going to do great, I know it.” She encourages with a sweet smile, you give her a determined nod and finally go to take a seat at the table…

You bounced eagerly in your seat as you waited for everyone to finish setting up before going live. Honestly you were still a little surprised they all agreed to do this one-shot with you, Liam seemed to be the most eager to agree but to be fair that man will jump at any and every opportunity to play DnD.

“You have everything ready?” Speak of the devil and they shall appear, Liam takes a seat next to, he agreed to help you figure out the rules of the game. It’s not like you hadn’t played before but sometimes you’d forget when or what to role for certain actions.

“I think so, but I still need to ask Laura if I can use some of her dice since I don’t have my own yet.” You beam. Joining you on the other side was Taliesin which you were very happy about, I mean who better to also help you then the all knowing eldrich being himself.

“You’re telling me you asked for this one-shot, had a character in mind and everything, but you don’t have your own set of dice?” He looks at you with a mock surprise expression.

“I really wanted to play a game, forgot about what I need to play.” You mumble sheepishly.

“Hey, it’s all fine. I was just messing with you, this is going to be a lot of fun, you’ll see.” He smiles at you and ruffles your hair, making you giggle in response.

“If it’s all fine, then are you’re saying I got these for (y/n) for nothing?” Taliesin jokes holding a small container of (f/c) dice (idk, you can imagine it as your favourite set or your luckiest set of dice, doesn’t matter to me). If it were possible your eyes sparkle as you take the gift from him and look it over carefully.

“This is really for me?” You gawk.

“Of course it’s your birthday, the one day you can get away with being spoiled.” You give him a hug alongside a thank you, he happily returns the hug with you.

“You know those dice will be extra lucky too, since they’ve been blessed by the man himself.” Matt jumps in having overheard the three of you talking, Taliesin brushing him off playfully but still giving a proud smile. The others take their respective seats at the table as the crew finish setting up and are about to go live, Matt readying himself for the intro.

“Hello everyone, and welcome to tonight’s episode of Critical Role, where a bunch of us nerdy voice actors sit around and play dungeons and dragons…”

“WE PLAY DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS!!!” You all happily shout, the game hadn’t even started yet and you were already enjoying yourself.

“Today we’re stepping away from our main campaign as we embark on a special one-off adventure for the youngest member of our cast here with us today. If you’d like to say hi to everyone.” Matt says gesturing towards you, letting you take a moment to smile brightly at the camera and wave to the live audience.

“Hi guys, I’m super excited to finally get to play! Thanks again for doing this for me.” You say looking around at everyone.

“Aww, we’re really happy to have you here with us.” Laura coos back. After a couple more shenanigans with the group involving sponsors it was time to start your very first adventure on Critical Role…

The premise to the whole adventure was, as the title suggested (yes the title of this story is what they’d call the one-shot), a heist revolving around your birthday just with your character in place of yourself and with that wonderful fantasy aspect DnD provides. All characters were set to level 5 given the simplicity to the adventure, not that it felt that simple to you, getting help whenever you’d need it for different stat rolls. A very small part of you felt just a little out of place, yes this is what you had asked for and while you did get to share plenty of laughs with everyone you also didn’t feel like you matched their level of skill. Thankfully everyone was quick to catch on and reassure you that you were doing great and that it was okay if you weren’t exactly perfect, after all you haven’t been as long as they all have and so long as you were having fun that was what really mattered to them.

After hours of playing, with a nice break in between to catch your breaths, it was time for the final climactic fight of your little adventure. With the few smaller encounters earlier you were already decent enough to handle some of the combat on your own, although there were still some things you had to ask about. You were ready to face down your foe, a nasty mutant werebear who decided to play party crasher, your Draconic Bloodline sorcerer (yes, I’m basic) still plenty prepared to throw everything they have at it. The fight feels intense, at least to you, as you all work together to chip away at the bosses health. It was your turn and Matt had already described the beast looking pretty rough which you knew meant it was close to being defeated, you take a breath and grab your new dice to use for this attack, taking a breath you roll for the hit.

“No way!” You hear Liam say astonishment, you look at him then Taliesin who’s smiling like an idiot, looking down at your dice stunned. “Tell them, tell them, tell them.” Liam urges astonishment replaced with a large, goofy smile that you mimic as you look up at Matt.

“NAT 20 BABY!” You shout and the table goes nuts over it. Matt having to take a second to compose himself.

“That is a definite hit. Go and roll for damage.” And you do just that, getting to hear the phrase that always erupts the table in chaotic joy. “Okay (y/n)… How do you want to do this?” Now they may not tell you this but the game was slightly rigged so you’d get the last hit no matter what, the fact you landed a natural 20 was honestly just the cherry on top.

“I want to raise my arms and call on the power of my blue dragon grandparent, or whatever they’re called, and summon a bolt of lightning to strike at the evil bear man.” You describe as best as possible. Matt nods and looks back over the table as he begins to describe what happens.

“As you raise your arms to the sky, you can feel the ancestral bloodline flow through you like a current of electricity, sparks bzzz bzzz start to flare off your fingertips with the energy collecting with yourself. You focus on this power, drawing yourself closer to it, taking aim as the lightning launches from your hands it’s as if you hear the distant roar of a dragon through it, striking at the werebear, singeing the fur as they howl in pain. RRRAAAHHRR! All goes silent and when the smoke clears you see the charred remains, small sparks emanating off of the once mutated creature.” You listen in awe at his description, loving the little sound effects he always added. Everyone lets out a cheer at the victory and once you’ve happily wrapped up the rest of the adventure and finish the livestream everyone heads over to where they usual host Talk Machina, but instead they had a small set up waiting for you, cake and a couple presents waiting to be opened.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY (Y/N)!!” Everyone cheers. Today was the best birthday of your life, hands down.

#critical role #critical role & reader #vox machina #vox machina & reader #mighty nein #the mighty nein #mighty nein & reader #bells hells #bells hells & reader #nothing romantic here

[animlcrisscross]

Curious as to why I’ve never seen this in kiribaku compilations? When I tell you I freaked on my rewatch lol

Also someone send a photoshopped version with Uraraka’s arm out of the way (sorry bb, Ily)

Edit: Look at the photoshopped version I was sent! (x)

#I added some grain because I only have Hulu and I got kinda bad screenshots lol #I mean?!? EXPLAIn #I’m like honestly surprised that this moment isn’t in like krbk season 3 compilations #or a lot anyways #I guess THE moment overshadows eveything in season 3 lol #also you can’t forget the iconic arm on shoulder shot #krbk #kirishima x bakugou #bakukiri #kiribaku #bakugou x kirishima #dynariot #bakushima #also this is from the second episode of season 3!

[sukirichi]

Like, what happens to Mia? How does Gojo end up picking us? Naoya? How about Naoya? 😭😭😭🙏🏼😔

Omggg if you’re not going to continue reckless, can you please please please tell us how it ends? 😭😭😭 I don’t think I can bear living not knowing how it ends 😭 please? 😔😢🙏🏼😭

okay well here’s how it was gonna go, pls keep in mind my storytelling in asks and in writing are diff so this might be explained crappily HAHAHAHA but basically in reckless...

gojo gets shot in the head by his abusive dad bcos he finally stood up against him, but that backfired. his father is really adamant on control, and gojo loses his memories at the same time y/n gave birth. she decided to keep the baby after deciding that she wants a family after all, but when gojo woke up with mixed and lost memories, he only remembers mia and everything after her accident was gone. gojo becomes distorted and even becomes harsh sometimes, especially when y/n said they had a baby and she was his friend, bcos gojo’s mindset was from way back to six years ago, where he had lots of issues with his family and mia’s that he was wary who to trust.

so,,, they didn’t want gojo to hurt y/n bcos he’s such in an emotional mess that he has no control of himself. eventually, y/n decides to stay away but the baby is adopted by gojo and mia, who gets married for the sake of business and gojo’s current situation. truthfully, mia doesn’t want to marry him bcos it would hurt y/n and she’s not that awful. mia and y/n become friends after realizing they’re pretty similar and actually find genuine friendship with one another. she doesn’t have a choice tho and gojo, mia, along with gojo’s mom who divorced her husband for his abuse move to the states where they raised y/n and gojo’s daughter, sayori, leaving y/n all alone in tokyo who then becomes vice president of kamo enterprises. basically, it shows the repeated history of y/n’s father choosing to hide her from her real parents, and she begins to understand why he did that bcos she also has not really met her own daughter. y/n knows mia and gojo could take care of sayori better than she could, especially with the fact that gojo’s memories are mixed and transfixed on the timeline of him dating mia, mia giving birth to sayori, then them getting married. y/n is not present at all in his memories. gojo thinks he was the one in a car accident, not mia.

sayori is about four years old when gojo decides to come back to tokyo. now that he’s disowned and his mother has also left, gojo becomes a successful model in the states. he comes home bcos he remembers geto and wants to start their own agency (gojo as a model, geto as the photographer.) mia is wary at first for fear gojo might remember everything. she’s not being selfish; the doctors warned that anything that could potentially trigger gojo’s memories that his subconscious has erased could be detrimental to him. mia tries to hold it off but gojo insists, so the gojo/yamazaki family go back and that’s where gojo meets y/n, who he first thought was geto’s new wife.

in the reckless fanart, geto’s photo is like this.

geto’s ring is silver - it’s his dead wife’s ring. the hand caressing him is gold - it’s y/n wearing the ring of gojo’s mother, who by then has already apologized before they all left.

geto and y/n become best friends on the course of four years. missing her daughter, y/n becomes attached to mei (geto’s daughter) and acts more like a mom than an aunt. geto basks in this faux family they’ve built, though he makes sure mei is not too dependent or expecting that y/n would be her mom. he falls in love with y/n and he notices how after gojo left, she becomes softer and a lot sweeter. all the anger and hatred disappeared, all thanks to y/n finding peace with her new life and making up with her mother, Valeria, who once overdosed on drugs after it was exposed to the public that Y/N is a child she abandoned. y/n saved Valeria by rushing her to the hospital, which is also the same time that Y/N saw gojo being wheeled in the emergency room with a bullet in his head.

now that gojo is back, he can’t help but notice that y/n is avoiding him. she feels familiar but he plays it off over her being a close friend and possible lover of geto. meanwhile, y/n’s dedication to pretending he doesn’t exist breaks slowly when she sees sayori, a beautiful little girl who’s growing up, call mia as her “mommy.” it hurts her that she missed her first words, first steps, or that she’s being excluded in the family that is truly hers, but everyone is happy and doing great that she chooses to be the only who isn’t for the sake of everyone else.

in ch2, gojo goes to a carnival/amusement park and takes a polaroid photo with y/n. he finds them in one of the stuff he left behind in the penthouse he used to live in; shocked bcos y/n had been adamant they never met before. that’s when he begins to confront her on who she really is what they really used to be. he feels guilty that he can’t remember, but most of all, gojo is torn inside that y/n had been all alone the whole time when he promised he would be there.

its complicated for them since gojo x mia are already married, and sayori got her mom’s stubborness so its difficult for her to believe someone she never met before is her real mom and mia is...well, mia. mia actually helps sayori accept that she is not the real mom, apologizing to the child for lying to them and it ends up with sayori running away and getting lost for a few hours. sayori is scared since tokyo is alien to her and she doesn’t speak japanese, but when y/n finds her, she comes running to her arms and that is when she begins to soften up around her real mom.

this is where the slowburn with gojo and y/n begins. for them, getting to know each other once more on a clean slate is both refreshing yet scary, especially since one has erased the past in their mind and the other is desperately trying to forget it. the thing about the mia x gojo as a married couple and parents is that gojo deep down feels he does not love mia that way. he can’t explain why there’s just something missing or confusing in his life. he loves mia out of respect and friendship, but he would never admit that he is not in love with his wife. however, he plays it over the fact that its “just the broken memories” and lies to himself that he is very much in love with her. when he meets y/n again, however, it makes sense. he does love y/n and him forgetting her was a defense mechanism of his system to erase the most painful times of his life, and that included his guilt for hurting y/n with the abuse of his parents who controlled the way he acted around her. as for mia, she also does not love gojo and she probably never did, but for the sake of his well being and for sayori’s future (which was entrusted to her by y/n) she stayed with him. now though, mia knows its time to let go.

geto...it is not easy for geto. he loves y/n so much because of her tenacity and kindness, but he also loves her enough to know she is happier with someone else. to him, he’s content knowing that she felt less lonely when he was around and that he helped make her smile. in the end, geto has closure with y/n who apologizes for not returning his feelings.

NAOYAAAAA though...ofc i gave him a good ending 💕 after he was brutally rejected by Mia, y/n cheers him up by setting Naoya up with a law professor around his age, who is Ayame. Ayame is supposed to be named Suki tbh 😋 but I thought the self insert is a little too much so I changed it to Ayame. Ayame is pretty funny and even respects that Naoya is uncomfortable on the first date, telling him that it doesn’t have to be that kind of date and she doesn’t expect anything from him. Ayame’s bubbly yet blunt nature is a breath of fresh air from Mia’s secretive and perfectionist nature and the two become good friends. Naoya and Ayame end up hanging out a lot bcos “thats what friends do” but it doesn’t take long before they go out together. And ofc, Naoya is a little ashamed that Ayame was the first to confess and she beat him to it, but they get married and are happy nonetheless 💕 Mia ends up as a successful doctor who helps her family with the business, divorces Gojo, but she still has no plans to marry and is perfectly happy and content to focus on her career.

Eventually, Gojo and Y/N get married once everything is sorted out. Gojo becomes a well known model in Tokyo as well, and Gojo Group is absorbed by Y/N herself after proving Gojo’s father guilty of attempted murder. Gojo doesn’t want anything more to do with the corporate world though, but Y/N stays and kicks ass as a vice president to all the merged companies.

Y/N and Valeria also makes up after Valeria is indebted to Y/N who saved her life, and Valeria’s parents become more supportive and start to see Valeria more as a person than a child to inherit the business. Albeit being in her 40s, Valeria enjoys the youth she lost only now, but also enjoys being the grandmother to Sayori. Its a little awkward between Valeria and Y/N after everything that happened, but they’re trying and are even dubbed as the iconic motherly duo who is unbeatable in their games.

Gojo’s father is thrown into prison, and his main victim, his own wife, also shows recovery from the years of abuse. Although her obsessive control with Gojo and his sister (the eldest Gojo child) was not right, his mom was left with no choice but to keep them on close watch and control their lives because she was trying to keep them safe from their father’s wrath. In the end, Gojo’s mom makes up by being a better mother, and Gojo and his sister forgives her while also apologizing that both of them left home when they knew their mom always shouldered the abuse to protect her kids.

Overall, its a happy ending for most of the characters! the last chapter is Sayori’s wedding to Naoya and Ayame’s son, Naori, who is a few years younger than his bride. Gojo is grumbling to Y/N about how his little girl is all grown up now, and that their son, Shinichiro, who is 18 in that timeline is also maturing and would be leaving the nest soon. Y/N thinks its adorable and asks Gojo to just enjoy the union because its only one of the many great memories they would still have to make.

That’s how it would end! Gojo Best Dad and Gojo DILF. Everyone is happy!

Basically the theme of Reckless is that sometimes the most unexpected things we do out of character can end up as one of the greatest things to ever happen, which in their case was the suprise baby. They went through a lot and it has a lot of psychological themes, along with heavy family drama, but overall I wanted the series to be a heartwarming one by the end. I really would’ve loved to see it all happen but I am also happy to share it to you guys in this way.

So yeah, happy reading and thanks so much for supporting Reckless !! I was also thinking of doing maybe like a bonus chapter where the characters pretend it was all a movie and they’re actors that you can talk to, but that didn’t happen so :// anyways I hope you enjoyed this and thank you for reading up until here 💕

#asks with naoya's trophy wife #series: reckless #tw: abuse #sorry for the typos i wrote this on my phone without glasses lol

[darthmaulification]

(Idk why I thought this but I think it’s funny) Imagine din and reader going back to visit Karga for a job and reader is a apparent heart throb to most of the villagers (not that she knows) and like “hi mrs. Parker” Friday style, these women are see them walking by going “hi Reader~” with cara teasing of reader the whole time having to tell the ladies that reader is already taken with din.

A/N: you are my very first  request, so i decided to do a full, bonifide one shot! thank you so very much!! 🥰💕💕

oddly enough, din doesn’t show his bucket in this until the very end. 💀 it became really cara-centric for some reason. hope that’s okay! 😖

also, the trope of “everyone collectively loves person, but person is so utterly oblivious to it” is, without fail, one of the funniest bits any piece of media can pull lmao.

hope you enjoy! 💗

content: references of sex (kinda), saucy language, gender neutral!reader (my first time writing a gn reader 😲), reader being completely “no thoughts head empty” type of oblivious, cara just brutally teasing reader, soft!din makes an appearance!, cara is also kinda a bisexual icon???

word count: 1,775

“... What do you mean?” 

Cara looks at you strange. She searches your face for a few seconds longer, eyebrows furrowed, trying to see if you’re serious. 

“Are you fucking with me?” She deadpans evenly, and you tilt your head slightly, blinking. You slowly shake your head, raising an eyebrow.

“No...?” You drag out the word and Cara barks a sudden, loud laugh at your genuine confusion, tossing back her head as she does. She straightens up in her seat, still chuckling lightly, and picks up her glass of spotchka. Cara leans against the backrest, draping her free arm over it.

“You’re really not fucking with me, huh?” She mutters with a grin, bringing the glass to her lips and taking a low, long sip, her eyes not leaving yours. You frown, puzzled.

“Cara, I have no ide—"

“Everyone wants to fuck you.” Cara interrupts and it takes a moment for the blunt, vulgar words to register, but when they do you feel heat rise in your cheeks. You visibly recoil, sputtering out an answer.

“I— What are— There's no—” All Cara does as you fumble over your words, getting more and more red in the face, is shrug, an easy grin on her face.

“Yeah, everyone wants to get in your pants, can’t say I blame ‘em.” Her grin turns downright predatory and it gives you the final push to spit out a reply.

“WHAT?” The word comes out incredulous and far louder that you had meant, causing you to cringe at the sound of your voice reverberating in the cantina. People glance over at you and you give the crowd a sheepish, nervous smile. Thankfully, everyone turns back to whatever they were doing, no questions asked. Then your head whips back to Cara, whose all smug-looking, to shoot her a glare. Your face is positively burning, and you just know she can see it.

“Are you fucking with me?” You throw her own question back at her, but it falls flat because all it does is grow the shit-eating grin that’s plastered on Cara’s face. She shrugs, gesturing around lazily to the room at large.

“Jax, the Rodian over there, gives you puppy dog eyes, Kol and Zaltor— the Trandoshans, not the Togrutas, by the way— look at your ass every time they get, that pink Twi’lek gal over there practically fawns over you— think her names’ Numa or Nima or something, the Duros over there...”

Cara continues listing off more and more names, and with each one (some who you know and have spoken to) you feel yourself getting more and more flustered. You sink low in your chair, staring wide eyed into your spotchka, hands on your temples.

“Good Maker.” You groan, placing your hands over your face and slumping onto the table. Cara (finally) stops listing literally the entire population of the village and gazes at you quizzically. She tilts her head.

“Don’t like being the sex idol of the town?” She teases and you groan again, louder this time. You glare up at her through your fingers, still furiously blushing. Oh, how you wish Din was here to beat the snot out of Miss Dune...

“No. This is a nightmare.” You growl out, going back to digging your face into the table, hoping the sandstone would just swallow you whole. Before Cara can reply, a new voice sounds up.

“U-Um, hi.” You stiffen and turn your head to the side to see two Twi’leks, one taller than the other, standing next to the table. They seem a bit nervous, fidgeting with their lekku and rocking on their feet, but something tells you they’re here for... something. The moment you meet Cara’s gaze, your face blanches.

“Kill me now.”

“Hey, pretty ladies.”

You groan and Cara flirts at the exact same time, Cara’s strong voice unfortunately gaining the upper hand. Both Twi’lek giggle, and the taller of the two, the lavender skinned one, flutters her eyelashes. Even more unfortunately, you make eye contact with her. She flushes when you meet her gaze.

“O-Oh my— Stars, um hi!” She and her companion devolve into giggles again and you force yourself to sit up. Giving them a forced smile, you rest your hands under your chin and elbows on the table.

“Hello. What can I do for you?” You ask through gritted teeth, attempting to keep your strained voice relatively nice, while also fighting back both the blush that’s still on your cheeks and the urge to shoot Cara with your blaster. Thankfully, the Twi’leks have gotten over the apparent “meeting their idol” giggles, because now the shorter one places a dusty tan hand on the table and leans in. A bright, stunning smile spreads across her face, but something flirty burns in her eyes.

“Mm. Me and my sister here have just been seeing you around so often.” She says, voice a obviously practiced mix of playfully coy and feigning ignorance. You glance from her, to her lavender sister, then to Cara. And your luck must really be in the gutters, or maybe Cara just wants to torture you—or both— but the mercenary only offers you a grin, lifts her spotchka to her lips, and sips. Your hands curl into fists.

“Yeah, I—” 

“You’re talking to Mando’s squeeze, babes.” Cara interrupts yet again and all three sets of eyes land on her. Two of them moon-eyed and incredulous if not also disappointed, one of them so embarrassed that Carasynthia Dune, you are a dead woman—

“Really?” The lavender Twi'lek’s eyes are so blown wide you almost think they’d roll out of her head. Her sister looks just as awestruck, and both look a tad bit fearful. You go to speak, but Cara (you’re really starting to hate her) opens her mouth again and beats you to the cut.

“Mm hm. Y’all are hitting on the Mando’s sweetheart. Pretty bold, honestly, he’s real protective over this one.” The blush you put all your hard work into smothering returns full force at Cara’s words, and the Twi’leks start looking a bit flustered themselves, though for another reason.

“So sorry!” The lavender one breaks first and goes running off to a Rodian and Zabrak sitting at a far table. She leans in close, seeming to whisper something into their ears, and suddenly all three of them are looking at you with a strange mix of disappointment, lust, and fear. You hastily look away and hide your face behind your hand.

“Aw. Shame.” The tan Twi’lek purses her lips, pushing herself off the table, and you begrudgingly force yourself to look at her. She gives you that stunning smile again and winks.

“You know I’m here for you.” She says and sashays off to where her sister is. Across the room, she gives you another wink and flutters her fingers. Pretty sure that all your bloods’ in your face, you turn to Cara, slowly.

“Cara.” You say her name lowly, looking her dead in the eye. She’s grinning, and blows a lock of her hair out of her face. She feigns an unassuming, innocent look, but both you and her know better.

“Yeah?” She’s walking on thin ice and she knows it, but you also know she’s never been afraid of risk.

“I’m going to kill you.” You say, coming across as deadly serious as you possibly can. Cara’s grin widens, her eyes twinkling, and she downs the last of her spotchka.

“I know,” She starts and she shrugs, “But you know I couldn’t resist.”

You want to reach over and smack her a good one, but a voice alerts you to a certain someone at your side.

“Hey.” Din’s low, modulated voice gentle pulls your attention to him and you turn your head to look up at your silver-clad lover. Even with the dark T-visor, you know exactly where to look to find those soft, doe eyes beneath it. A small smile creeps across your face.

“Hey.” You reply and he offers a hand to you, which you gladly accept. Like always, his hand is large and warm and strong, and it makes you feel completely at peace. Din helps you up to your feet, settling you close, but not too close, to his side. 

“I got the next few pucks, and the kid’s already in the Crest, so we’re ready to head out...” Din trails off and tilts his head, and you can feel his curious gaze roam your face. 

“Your face is... pretty flushed. Are you feeling okay?” He asks it so gently and sweetly, his gloved hand still holding yours, that it’s almost enough to make you forget why your all disheveled in the first place. Letting out a forced, somewhat breathy laugh, you pull your hand away to cross your arms over your chest.

“Um, yeah, yeah— I’m good.” You assure him, but Din knows you so he turns his attention on Cara, whose sprawl in her seat, looking like a satisfied loth cat.

“What did you do?” He asks, keeping his voice neutral, but there’s a hint of that good ol’ Din Protectiveness seeping in too. Part of you celebrates that Din’s finally here to beat up Cara, but all the other parts of you just want to hop on back the Razor Crest and get the Hell out of here. Cara lazily raises her hands in mock surrender, tilting her head into her shoulder.

“Just playing, that’s all.” She replies, eying your spotchka from across the table. She and Din are in some type of staring match even as she reaches and snags your drink. You don’t care enough to protest. Din stares at Cara for a few seconds longer before he shifts on his feet and turns back to you.

“Ready to go, cyare?” His voice is like warm like sunshine, and it makes your entire being light up. You nod and smile, uncrossing your arms to grab his hand. His thick fingers close around yours, encasing your hand in his.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.” You reply as you both start walking, tethered to one another by the most sacred link you can while in public. Din and you walk side by side, a Mandalorian and his beloved, through the cantina and out the door.

Cara watches you leave, then looks around at all the inhabitants of the cantina who had also watched you and the Mando leave hand-in-hand. She nearly laughs at all the looks of disappointment. You really were the village heart throb.

And as Cara downs the last of her (your) spotchka, she ponders,

Dammit. Wish it was me instead of Mando.

#star wars #star wars din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #cara dune #anon #anon ask #request

[bamsywrites]

Mistakes Like These

Summary: Kakyoin never paid much attention to the younger Kujo. Who knew stockings and short skirt were all it would take change that

Rating: 18+, nsfw

Words: 4877

Warnings: cannabis mention, alcohol use

Tags: afab, fem pronouns, modern!au , doesn’t follow the canon like at all, very au, brother!jotaro x sister!reader, kakyoin x reader, soft dom kak, lots of pet names, plus size reader

Notes: I haven’t written any fanfiction in over five years so this might be rusty. I’m sorry for any mistakes made or if its not how the characters would act. I’m still new to the Jojos fandom but had this idea pop in my head and decided to get it out. I want to turn this in to a multi part story and have several parts already planned out, I just want to have feedback to see if people actually like it.

“Have a happy Holidays. Make sure to check in with your financial advisor about the spring semester.”

A sigh escaped your lips as you read the most recent email in your student inbox. Patience may be a virtue, but it was sure one you didn’t possess. At least not right now anyway. Tsking your tongue against the roof of your mouth, you moved the mouse over to the refresh button and clicked. Your eyes followed the downloading icon in circles, fingers tapping anxiously over the desk.

“Have a happy Holidays. Make sure to check in with your financial advisor about the spring semester.”

You exhaled angrily through your nose and leaned back in your chair. Your eyes fixed on the ceiling for a few moments before you looked over to your bed where your cat, Miso, had woken up from his nap.

“I know I should be more patient. But this grade is what determines if I move on to the next course which I need if I want to graduate soon and get out of this apartment.” You spoke as if your cat had scolded you for your impatience.

Your apartment was nice. Super nice. Your friends often described it as “apartment goals.” You could have never afforded it on your own. Hell, you couldn’t afford it even when you graduated and got a job. Two large bedrooms with a spacious living room, modern kitchen, and a balcony that overlooked the cities skyline. There were only two major downsides: there was only one bathroom which had to be shared with your roommate and your roommate happened to be your older brother, Jotaro.

Now, you didn’t exactly hate your brother. He was like any older brother, he thought you were extremely annoying and wanted nothing to do with you most of the time, though there were times growing up where he’d come home with scrapes and bruises after dealing with someone who picked on you at school. As you were both older, you found each other more bearable than you did when you were younger. That didn’t mean, however, you wanted to live with him. Especially while you were in college, which was supposed to be your time to let loose and have fun while still receiving an education, of course. Your grandfather, however, had other plans.

Joseph Joestar was a real estate mogul and had some serious money to his name. He loved to dote on his two grandchildren and was upset that for the most part your parents chose to give you a “normal” life without the extravagance that he offered. Birthdays and christmas he would buy you each a present, until Jotaro turned 15 and started asking for money instead. He made your mother an offer that he knew she couldn’t deny: he would pay for the entirety of your schooling, from associates degree to PhD if thats what you wanted, in order for the two of you to focus on your studies he’d also give you a weekly allowance so that you wouldn’t have to work, and he’d buy you each your own apartment and pay to furnish it how you liked. Holly couldn’t turn down the offer, what kind of mother would deny her children an opportunity like that? However, she did ask that her father only buy a single apartment for her children to share. Her hopes were that it would strengthen your relationship and it also meant she could see both her darling children whenever she desired.

You didn’t want to seem ungrateful at all for what Jiji had done for you. You knew you were extremely privileged to have the opportunities that he provided you but, fuck, sometimes you wished you had your own place. You wanted the independence, to know you earned something but also because sharing a bathroom with Jojo was infuriating. He always moved your stuff, never cleaned the shower, and he never had patience for you to get ready in the mornings. A wishful sigh left your lips as you thought of your future, with just you, Miso, and the ability to use the bathroom whenever you wanted.

Your eyes moved back to the computer screen, clicking refresh, and rolling your eyes when you read the same email from the dean again. Like you expected anything different, you just turned the term paper in yesterday. You brought your cup of tea up to your lips but furrowed your eyebrows when you realized there was none left.

Pushing yourself up out of your chair you formulated a plan for the rest of your evening. You would refill your cup of tea, hop back on your computer to play Overwatch with your friends until the early hours of the morning, and then cuddle up with Miso and look at TikToks until you fell asleep. It was foolproof. No way that you would even think about your term paper grade.

And if you did, you could always refresh your email in between matches.

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Your finger tapped your lip as you looked over all the snack foods in the pantry. While waiting for your tea, you realized that the only thing that could make your plan better was a good snack. You had just gone shopping so it meant that all the poky, ramen, and chips you desired were on the shelves and it made the decision extra hard.

In the middle of your contemplation, you heard the front door turn and the sound of your brother and his friends entering the apartment.

“You know it's true, Jotaro. Your apartments bigger. Its nicer. It has that view that drives the ladies wild. Our apartment is cramped and it smells like weed.” Polnareff’s voice was the first you heard as the trio entered the house.

“Don’t forget the upstairs neighbors who are always playing loud polish music.” Kakyoin added, plopping down to sit on one of the chairs in the living room.

You heard your brother sigh and could feel his annoyance. You never understood how the trio became friends, it was a mystery to everyone including them but they had been together since their days in primary school and the bond they shared was one that intrigued you.

“Yes, yes. The polish,” Polnareff nodded. “Known around the world for their ability to ruin the mood with a hurdy-gurdy.”

There was silence, and you could tell your brother was not budging a bit. A party was not Jotaros thing. Kakyoin wasn’t a partier either, from what you gathered he’d much rather stay at home playing video games and smoking weed. Sucking your bottom lip in your mouth, you made your decision, grabbing a bag of chips and a box of strawberry pocky. You did your best to hold those in one hand and your cup of tea in the other.

“Feel that Christmas spirit, Jo. Help Pol in his never ending crusade to get laid. The poorman is gonna end this year with, what, a batting average of zero. He’ll be a disgrace to French men everywhere.” The teasing tone Kakyoins voice almost made you laugh.

“Hey! Batting average of 3. You know this,” Polnareff shot back, causing his roommate to throw his hands up in mock surrender.

“Jotaro,” The french man turned his attention back to your brother, who simply turned on the TV in what seemed to be an attempt to drown out the sound of his friend's voice, “C’mon. I’ll buy your cigarettes for a month…..Two months?” His voice was getting more desperate, his head turned toward you. A smile stretched across his features as he jumped off the couch and threw his arms around your shoulder.

God, you just wanted to go to your room.

“New deal,” Polernaff declared, squeezing you to the side of his body as you tried not to splash your tea all over the floor. Kakyoin looked away from the TV, eyebrow raised, Jotaros attention never faltered from the knock-off Viagra commercial. “If you agree to a Christmas Eve party I will buy you cigarettes for three months, I will never ask anything of you ever again, and I will stop flirting with your sister.”

Kakyoin snorted, shaking his head and turning his attention to Jotaro. Since you had moved in with Jotaro, the frenchman hadn’t stopped making comments about how beautiful he thought you were or just giving you flirty winks whenever you walked through the room. You found it annoying at first, but you quickly got over it when you realized he did the same thing with every girl, and boy, that he saw.

“Good grief,” Jotaro sighed. “Its a deal.”

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“I can’t believe you agreed to this.” Kakyoin mumbled as he and Jotaro watched their friend place the final touches on the decorations and food for the party. Y/N had already put up Christmas decorations earlier that month, there was some snowmen set out on the dining table and a cute tree with some presents neatly wrapped under it. However, Polnareff had decided that wasn’t enough. He had hung up snowflakes to come down from the ceiling, there was garland hung on every wall, and so much fucking mistletoe.

Polnareff had even requested that his friends dress festive. Jotaro, of course, didn’t listen and wore what he always wore. Kakyoin decided to humor his friend and wore a Santa hat along with a dark green v-neck and dark wash jeans.

“You don’t need the money, right? Grandpa Joestar’s allowance has to be enough for cigarettes.” He continued, watching his roommate place a bowl of peppermints by the door.

“I just wanted to get him to shut up,” Jotaro said with a roll of his eyes.

“You think he’ll actually follow through on leaving Y/N alone?”

Jotaro shook his head, “Out of all the people in this city, you’d think he’d leave the only one of limits alone.”

Kakyoin simply nodded, taking a sip of his drink.

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You smoothed your hands over your outfit, turning to the side to get it from a different angle. You couldn’t decide if you liked it or not. The sweater was cute, it was red with a deep green christmas tree that had colorful little puff balls as the ornaments. Your make-up and hair looked nice, too.  That wasn’t what concerned you. It was the white pleated skirt and tight red stockings that caused you pause. You grabbed at your love handles that spilled over the top of the skirt a bit and your eyes traveled to how your thighs looked in the stockings.

Polnareff had told you you could invite some friends over. Which, of course you could, this was your apartment and you didn’t need his permission. You had told him as such and invited over your three closest friends.

You turned around to your bed and looked at Miso, who was comfortably curled up. “How do I look?” You waited a moment before turning back to the mirror and smacking your lips together. You were tempted to take off the skirt and tights and throw a pair of jeans on but something changed your mind last minute. Instead of heading to your closet to change, you instead grabbed the reindeer antler hand band and slipped it on top of your hair before heading out of the safety of your bedroom.

You were so distracted with the new decorations that you didn’t notice the pair of eyes that were glued to your form.

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Simply Having a Wonderful Christmastime was playing for what seemed like the fifth time. Kakyoin had never hated Paul McCartney more than he did now. He was just now starting to feel the buzz of all the drinks he had had but it didn’t make the party any more bearable.

“She,” Kakyoin pointed to a blonde girl in a Santa dress, “is gonna hook up with him,” He pointed to a dark haired main that had for some reason felt the need to take his shirt off.

Jotaro simply grunted before eyeing more of the members of the party. This was a game they’d been playing for the past hour and a half, making bets on who was gonna hook up with who and who was gonna get the most shit faced.

“He’s gonna end up passed out in my bathtub,” The dark haired man stated, pointing to the only person dancing to the playlist Polnareff had created.

Kakyoin broke a smile as he watched the clearly wasted man's horrible dance moves. His attention was brought away from the scene by the sound of Y/N’s laugh. For what had to be the millionth time that night, the red haired man eyed her up and down. That outfit looked so fucking good on her but the smile streched out across her lips looked even better.

I wonder what the lipstick would look like smeared on my cock.

The thought slipped into his head and he couldn’t stop from staring at the red painted on your lips.

Does she feel as soft as she looks?

He took a sip from his cup. He knew he shouldn’t be thinking about his hands running over her thighs or his fingers digging into her hips. It was strange that he was having these thoughts. He’d never viewed Y/N as more than just Jotaro’s younger sister. He never thought she was ugly, in fact there were multiple times that he thought she was down right gorgeous but it had never turned sexual. Something about that outfit had sent him over that edge.

The sound of Last Christmas brought him out of his trance. Kakyoin almost immediately rolled his eyes. He almost missed the hurdy-gurdy.

“Good grief,” Jotaro mumbled and grabbed the pack of cigarettes off the coffee table. “I’m heading out for a smoke.”

Kakyoin watched as his best friend got up but instead of heading for the balcony, Jotaro went out the front door. The red haired man was tempted to follow but as soon as that thought popped into his mind he heard the drunk voice of his other best friend call to him.

“Kak, you gotta show these guys the cherry thing!”

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It was well past 3. The party had ended and most of the attendants took an Uber home. The only people in the apartment were you, Polnareff, and Kakyoin. Jotaro had still not returned from that smoke he said he was going to take hours ago. The buzz had long worn off and the reality sank in that you had to clean the disaster of an apartment that was left in the christmas party’s wake.

There were red solo cups strewn about various surfaces and all over the floor, glitter seemed to have gotten everywhere, there were plates of food left half eaten, and there was a candy cane just stuck to the wall. Looking at the destruction, you almost wondered if the fun you had had was worth it. With your parents coming over tomorrow...or, well, today…..for Christmas, you had really no other option than to clean it, with that thought in your head you grabbed a garbage bag and started cleaning.

After a few minutes, you heard the familiar rustle of plastic as someone was opening a trash bag and you turned to see Kakyoin helping you with your task.

“Thanks,” You told him as you threw a plate of half eaten cake into the bag.

“No problem. Pol is passed out in the hallway and I gotta make sure Jo makes it home safe, so I’m kinda stuck here.”

You simply nodded in response and kept about your task in silence. A silence which seemingly bothered Kakyoin because a few minutes later he cleared his throat and broke the silence.

“So I, uh, noticed your man wasn’t here tonight.” He almost smacked himself for asking the question. You thought he was just making small talk, the thought of him having more devious reasons behind asking if you were single hadn’t crossed your mind.

“My….My man?” You quirked an eyebrow, looking back over your shoulder at him.

“Yeah, your man. I saw you with some guy a while back,” Kakyoin had put down the now full trash bag and was leaning against the counter top with his arms crossed as he spoke.

“Oh,” You suddenly realized who exactly he was talking about, “Yeah, um, we broke up six months ago,” You said with a laugh.

“Oh...Six months?” He titled his head to the side, “Are you sure? Hmm… Well, sorry I didn’t notice...I uh guess I should be more observant.

You shook your head, placing down your own bag and heading past him to the pantry to grab another. “Its alright, I’m not offended. I’m sure you find me as annoying as I find Jotaros friends.”

Kakyoin raised his eyebrows at your statement, “You find me annoying? I mean, Pol, I get. Yeah. He’s one of my closest friends and even I can’t handle him sometimes. But me? I never talk to you.”

You had busied yourself with cleaning the rest of the cups off the counter, “ I don’t know. You’re just…” You looked up and noticed his eyes quickly flick down to your lips before making eye contact with you again. “I mean, you did one time give me oregano and told me it was weed.”

“First,” Kakyoin started, his body shifted so it was turned toward you, “Thats not annoying. I would call that immature, maybe. But annoying? Nah. Second,” he threw up two fingers to emphasize his point, “ In my defense, you were 15 and I was worried about you finding our stash under Jo’s bed and I thought it would lessen that chance if I gave you your own stash.”

You laughed, setting the bag down and turning to look at him. You couldn’t help but notice how good he looked in that dark green shirt but you quickly willed that thought away.  “Kakyoin, that doesn’t make any sense.”

“Hey, at the time it did.”

You tilted your head to the side, you had plenty of stories that you could use as proof that he was annoying, “ What about that time you and Jojo left me stranded at school because the new playstation came out?”

“Thats not fair,” He noticed the playful hint your voice was taking and it caused a small smile to tug at his lips.

“How about the time that you threw up in my make up bag?”

“Hey, that was all Frenchie. Not me.”

“Or…..” You were silenced by Kakyoin pressing a finger to your lips. You hadn’t noticed that the two of you had just kept moving closer and closer as you were talking. You could get a better look at him now, his eyes looked tired but there was a mischievous glint to them, proof to you that he found this just as amusing as you did.

“What about you, huh? You saying that you’ve never been annoying?” He cocked an eyebrow, giving you a knowing look that let you know he had as many stories about you that you had about him.

“Look, I never once implied that I wasn’t annoying. I’ll own up to it,” You shrugged, “I was a total brat.”

Kakyoin snorted, “Don’t act like you’re not still a brat.”

“How?!” You looked almost taken aback, “How am I still a brat? You hardly see me!”

Kakyoin loved banter and teasing with his friends, it was kind of his thing. It was how he showed affection. If he didn’t gently bully you how was he supposed to show that he cared? But this, this teasing between the two of you was different. It made the room seem hotter and his pants feel tighter. That coupled with how fucking cute you looked in that damn outfit, even if your make up had worn off a bit and the lipstick was smugged. He couldn't deny it was doing things to him.

“I see you now,” His voice was deep, his tongue sticking out to wet his bottom lip as his eyes trailed you up and down.

Your cheeks immediately turned a blushy pink and your skin was hot under his gaze. Your lips parted but no words came out. This was Jotaros best friend, there was no way he was flirting with you.

Kakyoin took a few steps forward so he was as close to you as he could be without touching you. “I see you now,” He repeated in the same low voice, this time keeping eye contact with you, “And I see a brat.”

He pushes a few strands of hair out of your face and behind your ear, a gasp hitching in your throat as his heated skin touched your check briefly, “Unless you’re gonna show me otherwise.”

“I…” You swallowed the lump in your throat, suddenly weak at his gaze. “H-how?”

You look into his eyes and you can see it. You can see how much he wants you and how intense that want is. No one has ever looked at you that way before and it made your stomach erupt in butterflies. Quickly, you turn your head away not being able to handle the intensity of his stare. You feel his fingers on your chin guiding you to look back up at him, holding you there so he can take in all the features of your face. Its like he’s looking at you for the first time. His fingers move gently from your chin down to your neck, your breathing hitched in your throat when you felt the soft pad of his thumb move across your lips.

“If you want me to stop, tell me sweetheart,” He’s eyes had gotten a few shades darker and his voice seemed more strained than usual. Kakyoins free hand traveled under the sweater your were wearing, fingers lightly dancing along your side as his other hand stayed on you face, gently tracing the outline of your lips with his thumb. “Tell me right now and I’ll go back to pitching solo cups and scrubbing counters.”

In the pit of your stomach you knew you shouldn’t. You knew that if Jojo ever found out he’d flip, he’d always done his best to keep you and his friends separate. You always thought it was because you annoyed him and he didn’t want to have to be around you more than you already were, Kakyoin knew that it was because no matter how the man acted, he deeply cared for you and would do anything to protect you. These thoughts of Jotaro’s reaction filtered through your mind but your brother wasn’t here right now.

You acted on impulse, your tongue peaking out of your mouth to coax Kakyoins thumb between your lips. He watched with heavy lidded eyes as you gently sucked on the digit, swiping your tongue along the length of it. His breathing picked up for a moment before mumbling a quiet, “Fuck.”

Almost instantly you were hoisted on the counter with his lips against yours and wasting no time to swipe his tongue into your mouth. His hands quickly traveled up your thighs, pushing your skirt to pool at your hips and quickly ripping the stockings down the middle. Your legs hooked around his waist, pulling him as close to you as possible as your fingers worked at undoing his belt.

He pulls away from your lips for a moment to help you pull down his boxers and jeans. You licked your lips as you admired his cock, already hard and glistening with precum. You felt his fingers on your face again directing you to look at him.

“My cock needs to be inside you, sweetheart. Can I do that?” He was breathing heavy, he had never wanted someone so much in his life. All he wanted right now was to feel your pussy around his cock. Consequences be damned. “Can I fuck you, princess?”

You whine when you hear him speak, his voice is like nothing you ever heard before. Lust and want seemed to be dripping off every word. The whole situation leaves you speechless. At the nod of your head, Kakyoin pulls your panties to the side and slides inside you. His moan and your whimper are the only noises in the quiet apartment, his eyes watching your face intently for any sign of discomfort or desire to stop.

“Fuck me,” You breath out when your vocie finally comes to you. “Please, Kakyoin. Fuck me.”

He groans and happily obliges, rocking his cock in and out of you. Your small gasps and whimpers only egg him on more as he increases the speed of this thrust, your hands bracing yourself against the countertop. His eyes break from your face to watch his own cock slide in and out, the sight of his cock slick with your wetness makes him moan.

“Thats a perfect fucking pussy, sweetheart.” He breaths out so soft you almost can’t hear him over the slick sound of his skin on yours. His eyes find yours again, hand moving back to rest on your jawline and hold you in his gaze. He leans close and sucks your lip into his mouth, his teeth nipping at the soft flesh before soothing it with his tongue.

“You’re such a good girl,” Kakyoin tells you before pressing his lips against yours again. He picks up the pace because, goddammit, he wants to feel you cum on his cock. He pulls aways, resting his forehead against yours. Your moans are soft and the whimpers that follow cause him to smirk.

“Oh, fuck. That feels so good,” You whisper, looking into his eyes. He can see you getting closer and closer and its making it hard for him to keep composed.

“You take a cock so well, princess,” His lips brush against yours, he tilts your head to the side so that he can kiss down your neck, and then back up again. His lips find the lobe of your ear and gently suck on it. Your moans are getting more and more erratic, every now and then you’ll gasp out his name.

“You gonna be a good girl and cum on my cock,” Kakyoin whispers into your ear, his lips brushing against the shell of it. “Shit, sweetheart, I wanna feel that pretty fucking pusy come on my cock.”

It’s the sound of his voice whispering those dirty things in your ear that sends you over the edge.

“Thats it, princess. Fuck, sweetheart…I’m...shit. Can I….?” The red heads voice is ragged and incoherent but you knew what he was asking.

“Fuck, yes, please,” Its all you can do to get the words out. “Please, I wanna feel you come in me.”

You both come hard, his fingers digging roughly into the skin of your thighs and loud moans filling the space of the kitchen. The warmth of him spilling inside of you is enough to make you want a round two. After a few moments the two of you are left breathing heavy, his forehead resting on your shoulder as he tries to catch his breath.

You stay like that for a moment, trying to regain your composure and come to terms with everything that had just happened. This was a development in events that neither of you ever saw coming. Its you that make the move to separate, pushing against his chest and moving off the counter. You avoid eye contact with him, flating your skirt back down and picking up your, now ruined, stockings off the tiled floor. You could feel his cum drip out of you down to your thighs.

“That was….” Kakyoin broke the silence, buckling his belt and running a hand through his hair. You noticed he too was looking at anything but you.

“Yeah,” You nodded your head in response.

“You know we can’t uh…-”

“Yup.”

“Like, ever.”

“Trust me, I’m aware.”

“H-Happy...Happy Christmas.”

You just nod and quickly retreat to your room, throwing yourself on your bed and groaning into your pillows. After a moment, you crawled under the blankets and pulled your cat into your chest.

“Miso. I think I’m a slut….”

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Kakyoin watched as you retreated away down the hallway, his mind still wrapping around what had happened. The fact that he was the one that instigated it. He was the one that made all the moves and god, he shouldn’t have. But he had wanted to. He had wanted to get you in that position all night.

It was at that moment that Jotaro entered the apartment again, smelling of cigarettes and….perfume? Kakyoin was gonna have to ask him about that one later. “

“The prodigal son has returned,” The redhead teased his friend, doing his best to hide the guilt he had for what he had just done.

“Shut up,” Jotaro mumbled. He eyed his friend curiously, he was very observant and it was very naive of Kakyoin to think that he wouldn’t notice the change in his friend. “What’s wrong with you?”

I just busted a big one in your sister. And would probably do it again if the chance presented itself. No biggie.

“I’m, uh, I’m just tired.”

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Thank you so much for reading this! I appreciate it very much. Let me know what you think of it and if I should continue the story. Merry Christmas!

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[finntaur]

(Characters)

i’m writing this because it wont get out of my head aka

Your Ex-Lover is Dead (A Georgebur one-shot/drabble)

After Dream is killed, and XD is fused back with his other half, George is left (somewhat) alone in a rebuilding SMP. Luckily, theres a newly-revived person in the same situation as him.

They at least gave him a grave.

Yes, he was the most hated man on the server, but the members themselves weren’t needlessly cruel. They understood when George asked for a grave. They were sympathetic, they were supportive. For a server filled to the brim with trauma, death, and war, it would only be a matter of time before anyone actually understood grief.

So, Dream (and DreamXD) were allowed a grave. It wasn’t anything too grandiose; George felt it disrespectful to decorate his corpse, his coffin, with unnecessary jewelry, or anything of value. As much as George loved him, he couldn’t look past the cruelty Dream had committed. Even if Dream had made it into the afterlife, and it wasn’t hell, he wasn’t worthy of the valuables he had collected.

George was knelt in front of the grave, which had been a simple plot of dirt, with a stone cross and a wooden sign in the middle. The sign read “Dream, the world’s first abomination” - a little gift from Phil and Eret.

George was knelt in front of the cross, his head lowered to the land below him. His eyes were closed, his glasses had been set on the ground beside him. His hands were balled into fists and placed in his lap. He wasn’t thinking, not listening for anything. He was just... there. It was cruel, really. Dream still had a hold on George, even months after his death. George felt compelled to come back everyday, and he complied without hesitation.

People made sure to schedule their plans around George because now, now they knew grief. They weren’t experts, surely. The children, especially, wondered why George even bothered visiting the grave. But, they didn’t say anything. This was what he needed. It wasn’t healthy, but no one was stopping him.

The sound of boots crunching on gravel broke George from his trance. He waited a second for the footsteps to stop, which they did, right behind him. He turned back, being met with a sight he hadn’t expected; Wilbur was stood there, staring at the sign on the grave.

He made eye contact with the man standing before him, and an unintentional shiver crept down his spine. Wilbur’s eyes weren’t full of the drive they’d been the last time George saw him, all those months ago. There was an unspoken, unshaken fury in those eyes. Brown eyes that turned almost-golden in the proper sunlight, which wasn’t happening in the cave the grave had been tucked away in.

Wilbur’s lips were drawn into a thin line, and looking at his jaw, George could see Wilbur’s jaw was set, and he was grinding his teeth slightly. His hands were tucked into the pockets of his large jacket, which he had gotten back from Niki shortly after he arrived. His head was also devoid of the iconic beanie, and the breeze made his hair sway ever so lightly.

“I didn’t expect you here.” George mumbled, turning back to the cross. There was a few moments of silence between the two before Wilbur responded, “And I don’t see why you still come here. It’s been months.” George sighed, beginning to shake his head. “I have my reasonings, Wilbur.” Wilbur scoffed at that, “Right, you have reasons to keep visiting the grave of the little evil green troglodyte.” George turned back to him, “As a matter of fact, I do.” He turned back to the grave.

Wilbur shifted his weight on his feet for a second. He sighed quietly. “I’m - I’m just curious.” He held up his hands and closed his eyes, despite George not looking at him, “And you don’t have to answer this if you truly don’t want to.” He lowered his hands and opened his eyes back up, looking down at the back of George’s head. “Just... why do you keep coming back? I mean, Gogy, the man manipulated just about everybody. He made us forget who we all were before dropping us here. He’s ruined lives, and planned on ruining more.” George couldn’t find a proper answer. The next words felt like lead.

“He’s got... he’s got no one else. I’m the only one left.” He chuckled softly and pathetically after that. Wilbur squatted next to him, feet planted squarely on the dirt covering the coffin below. “And you really think he needs anybody?” George, again, couldn’t find a proper answer. “...Or is it something else, George?” George side-eyed him. “What do you mean.”

Wilbur shrugged, looking at the cross. “I mean. How much were you really awake back when he was alive? How much do you remember.” George shrugged, “Not much, really. I’m still a bit disconnected from reality as of now, actually.” Wilbur’s eyes widened, and he turned his head to George, who had just admitted that casually, as if there was nothing wrong with that at all.

George turned his attention to Wilbur. “And what about you? Why are you here?” He tried to change the subject, like he always did when faced with an uncomfortable situation. Luckily, Wilbur recognized it, and decided to go along with it. “Phil and Techno said I could move in with them. The past few months have been great.” Wilbur sat down now, knees pulled closer to himself as he leaned on his left arm. It gave him a better view of George.

“I got to meet my unofficial little brother, my unofficial nephew, and my platonic brother-in-law. Overall, my experience has been great.” George lowered his gaze back to the ground. “And yet, all I can focus on is the fact that you keep coming back here, back to him.” George looked at Wilbur, making eye contact.

The fury had been replaced now, with the fondness George had remembered. His smile was small, but still radiant, and still managed to make George feel warm. Wilbur hadn’t looked like that in a very, very long time.

“He’s all I had, at some points.” Wilbur tilted his head slightly, the smile dropping to make him look more serious. George took a breath. “And... some - sometimes it still feels that way.” George looked back to the cross, feeling embarrassed to talk all of a sudden. He sighed.

He felt a hand on his shoulder, which squeezed in comfort. George instinctually reached up and grabbed it, squeezing it back. It had been something Dream and XD had done, and once George realized who it was, he jerked his hand back. Wilbur’s hand lingered on his shoulder for a second longer, before slowly pulling away.

“I know this is easier said than done.” George side-eyed him again. “But we both need help getting adjusted. You need to stop visiting this shithole.” George didn’t feel like glaring at him, but did so mentally. “I have a proposal.” George looked at him again, eyes drooped and lips straightened out into a “done” expression. “What’s your proposal?”

Wilbur smirked, “We get out of here, first of all. Second, I go back to Phil’s, and you go back to...” He paused, looking to the sky for a second, before lowering his head back to George, “Kinoko Kingdom? And we start packing our shit.” George lifted an eyebrow, now intrigued. “Oh? then what?” Wilbur chuckled lowly. “We just... move. We make our own place.” George laughed lightly at that. “That’s your plan?” Wilbur nodded.

“We go off, we make our own kingdom, where there’s no exes, no fuckin’ evil dictators. We start a kingdom for those out of the loop - we can call it no-loop kingdom.” George laughed, loudly, and had to hold his stomach, leaning back on his left arm. “No, no, that’s a shit name. We can’t be the ‘no-loop kingdom’. Veto.” Wilbur jokingly punched George’s shoulder. “Okay, Gogy. You’ve got something better?”

George thought for a moment. “We stay within the SMP, for one. And we just move somewhere else within it’s borders.” Wilbur averted his gaze, nodding slowly. “Okay, okay. I like that you at least agree on the moving part.” George shrugged, “What can I say?Probably your best work.” Wilbur chuckled at that.

The two made eye contact again, a very, very small warmth in their chests. “You know, I hear the Greater SMP is lovely this time of year.”

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[genesisrose74]

A/n: This idea just popped into my head this morning and I needed to write it out, guess who finished in one day instead of focusing on summer school aha ha...so here’s the next edition of Class 1-A quarantine hc’s! I think I’ll include a bit of background for all of these, just for future reference if anyone likes them lmao. Today we have everyone’s favorite nitroglycerin king, Bakugo Katsuki! Hope y’all enjoy cause I’m honestly so soft for this one okay BYE-

Surprisingly, you’re initially part of the Dekusquad, but you’ve always been close with Kirishima and Mina and feel comfortable hanging out with their group as well so you start gravitating to the Bakusquad 

At first, Bakugo is really standoffish because, “You’re seriously friends with that damn nerd Deku” - wow everyone be hating on our cinnamon roll smh

But then he sees how much the rest of Bakusquad likes you and he starts warming up

It starts with small little things like not hogging all the space on the couches in the dorms and having you sit beside him

Then he notices that you’re very forgetful of your jacket and he ends up keeping a spare in his bag just in case the weather gets really bad

“I mistakenly grabbed two this morning, so lighten my load and carry the jacket—I don’t give a shit if you put it on, just hold it will you!” 

He’s acts all aggressive whenever he tries to be subtle and someone calls him out on it pffft- 

“What the hell are you talking about? You trying to get punched in the face?”

And his feelings are emphasized when the whole class is allowed to use the pool one afternoon and you’re pulling up with Mina and Momo

You’ve got a cute swimsuit and a sun hat on, and King Explosion Murder starts sweating a dangerous amount of nitroglycerin 

Bakugo Katsuki has a thing for soft girls who can pull a one-eighty and kick ass no I do not take criticism

The class wants to play chicken and everyone is choosing partners, but in the corner of his eye Bakugo sees you getting cornered by Mineta 

You’re usually able to handle the horny tornado but you’re feeling a bit too exposed in a bathing suit and start losing your cool

When I tell you the whole Bakusquad BOLTS to come rescue you-

Mineta is literally launched out of the pool by Sero like a rocket ship in orbit and the rest of the group is in this protective barrier formation around you (yes the squad has protocols for this kind of thing don’t even deny it)

Bakugo is beside you in a second with his hands secured on your waist because no one is coming near you like that when he’s around

“Why don’t you be my partner, yeah?”

And that's the story of how y’all destroyed everyone at chicken with absolutely no mercy and Bakugo finds your competitiveness that entire day attractive as hell

Walking back to the dorms afterwards, he pulls you away from the group and the look he gives you is  s e a r i n g

“For the love of God, go out with me” and he does not have to tell you twice

Literally the entire class is SHOOK because you’re actually pretty mellow and Mr. My Only Vocabulary Word Is Die is...ya know...✨volatile✨

But let’s be honest he’s actually a softie if you’re close enough to him (sorry Deku you’re the exception but we still luv u) and everyone ends up adoring y’all being together

When quarantine rolls around and you both have to live back at your respective houses, everything is decently calm for about two days and then you both start getting bored as hell

Honestly longer than you expected 

Bakugo hates social distancing with a passion but he agrees to abide by the rules and ends up asking you to Facetime at least twice a day

His bedroom is actually very tidy ‘cause Bakugo hates clutter, especially when he’s doing schoolwork

I wholeheartedly believe that Bakugo is a beast in the kitchen and y’all can fight me about it because his knife skills are canon and you best believe he learned it to be more independent 

He’s been experimenting with new cooking recipes and is a master at making something out of practically nothing in his fridge, which is really handy when a trip to the grocery store is long overdue

He sends you pictures of his dishes and your responses are all praise and none of it’s exaggerated either; this boy can COOK 

Netflix Parties with the Bakusquad — the chat gets loaded with Denki and Kiri spamming and Bakugo yelling at them in all caps to shut up

Your lock screen is a picture of the group on Facetime and you all have filters on (somehow you got Bakugo to use one don’t ask how); literal friendship goals

And then it’s been about a whole month since quarantine started and Bakugo wants to come visit you, but his mom shuts that down quicker than Barry Allen in the Speed Force

He’s pissed because he and his family feel perfectly healthy but his mother will not let him leave under any circumstances

So when his parents go to visit some relatives who were more susceptible to the virus and needed help with a couple basic tasks you decide to sneak out to see him (in good health of course)

Imagine his surprise when his typically rule-following girlfriend calls and is already standing in his backyard, bags of groceries in your possession

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Bakugo shot you an incredulous look as you sat at the kitchen table. “You know I could have just opened the front door for you.”

“Yeah, but going through the window was way more fun,” you defended. “It’s not like I’m very rebellious at any other time, so might as well live it up while I have the courage.”

The blond snorted, sifting through the numerous bags you brought along to his house. They were filled with an assortment of foods: vegetables, meat, rice, sauces and the like. 

“What’s all this for?” he inquired, pulling out a bottle of teriyaki sauce.

You couldn’t help the small smile that grew on your face as your boyfriend curiously examined the items. “It’s for you to cook with, duh.”

“And how am I supposed to explain the new abundance of food in the fridge to my parents?”

“Say that I had it sent over through Postmates or something. Even I thought of that, Katsuki.”

He rolled his eyes as he placed down the last bag of items. “I can’t believe you snuck out and brought all this stuff,” he murmured, leaning over to kiss the top of your head. “Thank you, babe.”

A faint blush rises to your cheeks, despite the fact you’ve been dating the first year student for a few months now. Girlfriend or not, verbal thanks from the King Explosion Murder was rare. “You’re welcome.”

Bakugo turned to the stove and started organizing a number of ingredients on the counter beside it, pulling out kitchenware from cabinets as he went.

“Since you’re here and all, I suppose I could make your dumb ass something,” he remarked. 

Your eyes practically sparkled with excitement at the offer; you were hoping the blond would make you one of his iconic dishes eventually. A ghost of a grin was present on Bakugo’s face at the cheer that left your mouth, his back facing you as he got started. 

You were quick to situate yourself on top of the kitchen counter, Bakugo lifting you by the waist to place you farther away from the flaming stove but still allowing you to watch as he worked. His knife skills were almost scary when chopping up the vegetables, the pace at which he was cutting them astonishing you, and the overall aroma of the space had your mouth watering before he was even close to finishing the meal.

“I feel like a judge on Master Chef,” you giggled, and the boy shook his head at the comment as he eyed a timer he had set for the pork he put on the stove. 

“I’m pretty sure my girlfriend of a judge would be a bit biased over the contestants,” he pointed out. 

You hummed thoughtfully. “I mean, if he keeps looking this attractive while making food I think my bias is justified.”

He glanced at you perched on the counter top, and took a few steps in your direction, cupping your cheek in one hand to kiss you quickly. 

“You’re distracting me,” the first year mumbled, running a thumb over your jaw. “Quit being so cute, dummy.”

You saluted playfully. “Yes, chef.”

He let out a soft laugh before moving back to silence the timer that had started beeping, alerting him that the pork on the stove was ready to go. The blond shooed you away and had you sit at the dining table as he took the skillet and turned off the stove flames.

As you waited patiently for Bakugo to finish up, you sang under your breath and set two spots at the table directly across from each other. By the time he was done, two plates of steaming food in hand, you were already sitting down and twirling a fork between your fingers. 

“What did you end up making?” You asked as he set a plate of rice and pork in front of you. 

“Tonkatsu,” he replied nonchalantly. 

It smelled like absolute heaven, and your hunger was only emphasized in the midst of the fast food you had been surviving off of during quarantine. This boy was even good at presentation, and you began to wonder if he was just talented at everything he tried.

Bakugo took the spot across from you and watched as you took the first bite. He wouldn’t admit it, but he felt a bit nervous that you wouldn’t like what he made. But that thought dissipated as quickly as it came once your fork flew into the meal for a second time, and you shot him a wide-eyed look.

“So good!” you exclaimed with a stuffed face, a few grains of rice falling from your mouth and back onto the plate.

“Don’t speak with your mouth full or you’ll choke, stupid,” he reprimanded, but your praise had an evident effect on the male as a smug smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

“I expect gourmet lunches from you at least once a week when school starts again.” 

“Not a chance in hell that I’m doing extra work in the mornings.”

“I’ll buy you all the ingredients you want~” 

“...I’ll think about it.”

Next thing you knew, all the food on your plate was gone, gladly relocated to your stomach. Rounding the table, you wrapped your arms around Bakugo’s shoulders as he also finished eating. 

“Thank you for dinner, Katsuki,” you hummed contentedly, resting your chin on his head. “It was seriously masterclass, especially after all the takeout I’ve been eating.” 

“Yeah, yeah, you’re welcome,” he waved it off. “I think a movie of my choosing is in order.”

“After we clean up, hot shot. Your mom would kill you if she realized someone was over.”

“Why wouldn’t she kill you too?”

“Please. Your mom loves me.”

The blond barked out a laugh before standing up and holding your waist, ushering you back to the kitchen. “True.”

Cleaning up was quick and easy with the both of you working together, stocking away dishes and remaining groceries. The evening sky, visible through a large window in the living room, glittered with stars as you sidled next to your boyfriend on the couch, the kitchen and dining room returned to its normal prestige.

“Katsuki?” you murmured, voice laced with a touch of contented sleepiness.

He turned his head from the television screen to face you. “Hm?” 

“I missed you, silly.” 

An arm was thrown around your shoulder and you were pulled closer to the male, who gently kissed your temple. 

“I missed you too, dummy.”

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[notmymainblog]

A Sirius Black x reader angst where he's always flirting with other girls and one day she's had enough and breaks up with him. its only then that he realises how much he loves and needs her, but she doesn't want him anymore. angst ending for sirius, but maybe reader could have a new good relationship or something?

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Ok, so this is good but also like horrible. Like if I weren’t me, I would cringe at this (i honestly still kinda do). I’ve had a tough time writing at all but a harder time writing Sirius because an angry blow torch and hand mannequin boy are stuck rent-free in my mind. So I um...mixed fandoms I CAN'T HELP IT OK this is what you get for giving me creative freedom ig 🙄  , But I will get through the requests.  

And at your request i will also rewrite this if you want LMAO

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TW: Oh baby, get ready, kidnapping, semi-forced sex (coercion?) asshole Sirius, self-harm? Like scratching? Stupid fic that sucks, yandere Sirius which, yes, deserves a warning and a big one at that. Death threats, lol. Me simping for a psycho who desperately needs Chapstick.

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It wasn't anything new. Not at all. It shouldn't be normal like this. But it was. Everyone wanted Sirius. Everyone. You often asked yourself why he chose you, but you had never come up with an answer, and neither had he. Sirius always laughed it off. Made a dumb joke. It was pointless.

Almost everything was pointless with Sirius. Making plans, sitting together, being partners in class, and it was incredibly pointless to try and object to sex.

It was always “oh, but y/n I need you so bad baby. Look at how hard I am. Just for you. So hard it fucking hurts. Oh y/n please, ”

So you always gave in. Before you were dating, every sexual exploit Sirius had was public knowledge. But he never told anyone about you. Most of the school didn't even know you were dating.

It was normal for Sirius to wink at a girl, put a hand on her thigh, compliment her before tucking her hair behind her ear, “I'm just joking y/n. I'm not fucking them. Don't be so dramatic.”

“You're not dramatic y/n, ” is what literally anyone else would say if you told them about it. But you didn't. Hell, not even the pillow you cried into knew why.

You had decided enough was enough.

“Sirius, we need to talk, love, ” you said as he tried to pull your shirt off.

He smirked “ooohh, I get it. You want to hear how fucking hard I am for you, how pretty you sound moaning my name?” he chuckled.

“N-no, I want to talk about something else, ” you whispered

“What? Do you have a piss kink or something?” he asked.

“No, Sirius, not everything is about sex!” you said, much louder than you intended to.

He nodded, “so it's your period, huh? It's ok, you can still blow me, ” he shrugged.

“No! It's about you being all over the other girls. All. The. Damn. Time. Every time I see you, a girl is hanging on your shoulder.” you said.

“Oh my god, y/n, you are the most dramatic woman I've ever met. Have you never had a friendly conversation before?” he scoffed.

“I've had plenty of conversations with other boys, and I didn't have my hand on their thigh the entire conversation,” you said.

“God, just calm down; why are you so emotional?” he sighed.

“why aren't you so emotional. Why aren't you worried that you made me sad? Do you even care?” you sniffled.

“Of course I care, but hon, we need to move past this. It's stupid, and I haven't really done anything wrong. It's fine, ” Sirius smiled, pulling at the waistband of your pants.

“Get off me, ” you groaned, pushing him away by his head.

“Ow ow ow y/n the hair! That hurts!” he whined.

You gave it an extra tug before storming into your dorm.

By the end of the night, your pillow was wet with tears and sticky with snot. You threw the cover off of it before washing your face. The cold water felt heavenly against your watery, itchy eyes and irritated nose. A couple of shaky deep breaths stilled your cries as you fell into the sweet release of sleep.

However, the morning was hell. The whispers and laughter were horrible. The sympathetic looks were even worse.

‘I don't need to be coddled; I'm not made of glass.’ you huffed to yourself.

You sat down at the y/ho table and began to eat. You felt a hot presence next to you.

“Hello, Dabi, ” you said dully.

“Hey princess, finally ditched dog breath, I see, ” he said with a grin.

“Yeah, why do you care?” you asked, stabbing your pancake aggressively.

“Because I take broken girls and manipulate them into doing whatever I want over a week because I'm so good at gaslighting. Got that from my dad, ” he winks.

Your brain loaded for a second, “excuse me, you what?”

“You heard me, sugar. But we both know you're much too smart and much too pretty for it,” Dabi said, leaning in.

“This is literally part of gaslighting Dabi, ” you laughed.

“Shut up, or it won't work, ” he whispered.

“Ah, alright, I'm so flattered that I'm special and your feelings are real, ” you said in a robotic voice.

“Ha!” he laughed, “you're not bad y/n we should be friends, ” he said.

You nodded, smiling, “alright.” making friends had always been hard for you so to have this opportunity fall in your lap was a blessing.

“Um, but my other friend is-” he started.

“Weird?” you interrupted.

“Um yeah, you could say that. Not to Tomura's face, but you could say that” he smiled

(and that ^^ is what happens when you forget to turn the writer's block sub back on)

A couple of days passed. Tomura kept to himself mostly. Calling him and Dabi friends was a stretch; they were enemies who enjoyed each other's company was the best way to describe it.

However, when Tomura did come around for the first time, he was obviously anxious, taking off his gloves and scratching his neck more than usual, leaving red marks.

(we need to have soft Tomura moments, but cannonly he would be a Slytherin and act the part, but I just need more of him being baby)

At one point, you simply yanked his hand away from his neck (by his arm, obviously). He stared at you, and for a second, you thought you were done for.

But his look turned to one of adoration, and he hasn't left you alone since. No one had done anything like that for him, which was... Surprising since it was literally the bare minimum. Nevertheless, he followed you around like a lost puppy dog.

He ate with you, read with you, partnered up with you (leaving a very annoyed Dabi to fend for himself). You could've easily discouraged him by ignoring him, but you felt bad for him. If you were honest, it felt good for someone to finally need you. And he really was a sweet boy. He just needed someone to talk to.

And not in a hurl-playful-insults type of way. He would talk to you about his hobbies, his favorite muggle games, everything. It made your heart warm. He kept his gloves on a lot more which made teachers and students alike sigh in relief.

Usually, he'd leave at least one hand free as a sort of “ill disintegrate your ass if you piss me off” way. But he wanted to be careful around you.

“y/n?” he said, sitting beside you.

“Yes, Tomura?” you smiled, closing your book. You learned quickly that if you weren't giving him your undivided attention, he would get discouraged and moody.

“There's a dance on Friday, ” he said, looking at you.

You really didn't understand where this was going. Sirius has never asked you to dance. He just got ready and dragged you with him until he found another girl to dance with.

You nodded, “yeah are you taking someone?”

“N-no, but I was wondering if you wanted to go with me?” he asked timidly.

“Id love to, anything for you, my friend ” you smiled.

It was rare that someone gave him something he wanted without the threat of instant death. Even if it was just as friends, he was thrilled.

“And I, ” Dabi interrupted, “ want both of you to hang out with me. Because everyone else is “scared ill light them on fire”? What bullshit, ” he muttered.

“You would, Mr. anger issues. They have a good reason to be sacred. Most of us don't want to be toasted like a marshmallow, ” Tomura shot back, beginning to engage in their usual banter.

And so the night ended with laughter, but for Sirius, things hadn't been as fun.

“You miss her! Admit it!” James cried.

Sirius punched the wall, “yes! Yes, I fucking do, James! Ok! I get it! But her new “friends” will literally cremate me if I get close to her! And one of them is basically obsessed with her.” he huffed, “such a creep, ”

Remus grabbed Sirius by the shoulders, “I'm a nice guy, but Sirius, you did this to yourself. Even after she told you about how she felt you made...you made...” he pinched the bridge of his nose, “I still can't believe you made a fucking period joke!”

“Jeez, Rem, it wasn't a joke, ” he said.

“Sirius, ” James said, “that's even worse,”

“Even James knows what he's doing, Sirius!” Remus cried, “ladies-man, my ass, you don't know what you're doing!”

“Girls like assholes, ” he shrugged. “I was born for this, ”

“At least he's self-aware, ” Remus muttered

“If she liked assholes like you, Sirius, she’d be fucking Dabi right now, ” James said.

“Make it up to her, ” Remus said, pushing him out of the room, “like right now!”

Sirius muttered something about a ‘burnt piece of toast looking man’ before sulking down the stairs.

He dragged his feet to the y/ho common room. The girls were like mosquitoes; they were bearable at first, but now they were really fucking annoying.

Sirius let out an audible sigh when he saw you weren't there, alerting everyone of his presence. And so the mosquitoes swarmed him again.

“Oh my god, get off, ” he finally groaned, pushing away from the group of pouting girls.

He dragged his feet up the stairs to your dorm, peeking in to make sure your personal blow torch wasn't there. What he did see pissed him off. More than anything ever had.

There you were with Shigaraki dabbing lotion on the scratches and taking care of him. He should be the only one you took care of. Him and only him. Hell, he would kill the wrinkly bastard if he had to. Take him away so you would only fall for him. Only him. He'd get rid of Dabi too. It didn't fucking matter to him.

The only thing that stopped him was the realization that, in a way, he sounded just like his parents—mindless killing. He swallowed his pride and knocked on the door.

“What's up, you fiery bastard?” you called to who you assume was Dabi.

“A fiery what?” Sirius called back.

You tensed, and Tomura placed a gloved hand on yours, squeezing softly.

“Come in, ” you said glumly.

“Hey, um, I just came in here to apologize and see if you wanted to go to that dance with me?” he asked.

Tomura reached a hand to his neck, but before he could start, you grabbed his arm again.

“Hey, what did we talk about? No scratching. I don't want you hurting yourself, Tomu, ” you said quietly.

The nickname hit him like a truck; he loved it. He loved it more than anything on earth. He loved you more than anything on earth- no, more than anything in any galaxy.

“Sirius, I’m already taking someone to the dance. And they're a lot nicer than you. So, kindly, fuck off.”

His eyes widened, and his mouth almost dropped open, “who?” he said.

“None of your business, ” you scowled.

“They'll never love you the way I did, sweetie. You know that. I'm the only one who could really love you.” he cooed.

Tomura was filled with rage, but he clenched his hand at his side instead of scratching. He didn't want to disappoint you.

“Y-you love me?” you whisper.

“Of course I do baby, I love my girl more than anything on earth, ” he smiled, but it never reached his eyes.

“Whos gonna love you better than I can, huh?” he asked, “nobody, that's who, ”

His lips moved of his own accord, “You're wrong, ” Tomura said.

“Oh yeah?” he growled, “who? Blow torch boy?”

“No, ” he said, standing up and taking a breath, “me, ”

Sirius just looked at him and laughed, “please, you'll fucking kill her. Literally. What will she do with gloved hands? They can't touch you like mine do, baby, ”

That snapped you right out of your trance, “oops, I must have forgotten that you're missing a brain, Black. You only think with your dick, which, by the way, isn't even that great.”

“And for your information, as long as he has one finger covered, he can touch me, ” you huffed, standing up as well.

This was it, the moment Shigaraki had waited for; it should have been more romantic and without your ex, but still, this was it. Someone cleared their throat from behind Sirius.

“You're blocking the door, dog breath. Get out of the way or say goodbye to your eyebrows, ” Dabi said.

He moved reluctantly, and Dabi flopped down on your bed.

“If you're gonna take this asshole back, you should gimme a chance. I bet I fuck better than him, ” he smirked.

“We’ll talk later without these assholes—astronomy tower. 3:00 am,” Sirius mumbled before shutting the door.

You wrapped your arms around Tomura, rubbing his back.

“I'm not going. Don't worry, ” you said, knowing how anxious Tomura was.

He nodded and wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head.

“Wait, wait, wait a fucking minute. Did I miss a season? Can I have a fucking recap?” Dabi groaned.

And so, you talked late into the night with an arm around Tomura and a very angry Dabi who was sent into the bathroom to take a cold shower after almost burning your bed.

Sirius waited for over an hour for you at the tower. He stomped on the roses, pulling off each petal before throwing them off the tower.

“Those assholes, ” he growled, breathing heavily, “I'll kill them. I'll fucking kill them both of them, ” he rambles for a good thirty minutes before stomping down the stairs.

He slammed the door to his dorm open.

“She didn't fucking show that fucking asshole stole her from me, and I'm gonna kill them both of them and make her all mine, ” he rambled.

“Merlin Siri, calm down. Unless you want to spend the rest of your life in Azkaban (😳), you'd better get ahold of yourself.” James yawned.

“For the love of god, go to fucking sleep, Sirius. She's not vanishing tomorrow.” Remus groaned.

“You're a genius!” Sirius shouted.

“Oh my god. Sirius, no. Bad dog. Don't kidnap girls you like... Or well are obsessed with. Love is a stretch, ” Remus said, going back to sleep.

But come morning, you were not, in fact, at breakfast.

Sirius almost vomited when he saw you with your arms around Tomura. Tomura Shigaraki, the perpetual thorn in his side. He carefully lifted you and carried you to a small closet no one but him even knew about before binding and gagging you. He thought it was so sweet. Waking up slowly, not knowing where you are.

When you're y/e/c eyes met his, your face contorted into disgust. It broke his heart to watch his brainwashed little girl so mad at him.

He stroked your cheek, “Oh baby girl, I hope you can clear your mind from all the silly things they told you. It would be lovely if it were before the dance, but... A two-day timeframe may not do the trick.” he tutted, placing a kiss on your nose.

You tried to squirm away but just backed yourself into a corner. Sirius muttered a silencing charm before removing the gag.

“Dabi is gonna burn you to bits, Sirius, ” you growled.

“Whatever makes you happy, my love, you are allowed to think. Even if you're oh so wrong. Even if I know they don't care for you the way I do, ” he cooed.

“Oh my god, Tomura is gonna flip, ” you said, “shit, I hope he's ok, I hope he doesn't think I just left him, ” tears brimmed your eyes.

“What if he hurts himself? Oh god, Sirius, please let me go, ” you pleaded.

“No can do, sweetheart, ” he smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips as you tried to turn away.

It felt like days, even though it was only a couple of hours. Sirius kept telling you that only he loved you. How a silly little girl like you could never survive without him. That no one else wanted you this way.

But finally, after dozens of prayers to whoever's listening, James and Remus opened the door.

“What are you doing here?” Sirius cried, “you'll ruin it! Everything I've worked for! You weren't even supposed to know where we were!”

“We have a fucking map, Sirius. This is so creepy. You're so creepy. Get out of here, man.” Said James as he pulled him out by his hair.

Remus made quick work of the knots before setting you free. After giving them both two quick hugs, you rushed to breakfast. Your eyes scanned the hall for light blue or spiky black hair. You found the latter first.

“Hey Dabi, where's Tomura, ” you asked.

“Wouldn't you like to know, ” he sneered over his coffee.

“Yes, I would like to fucking know flame boy, ” you said.

“How can you just leave in the middle of the night and demand to know where he is?” he said, slamming a fist on the table.

“Cause I was taken from my bed by a psycho and spent the last couple hours trapped in a closet!” you whisper shouted, showing him the rope marks.

“I'm gonna incinerate him; he's in your dorm still. Didn't wanna leave.” Dabi whispered.

The walk back to the y/ho dorms felt excruciatingly long. When you finally burst through the door, your heart broke. There was Tomura nearly shaking, crying softly with bleeding scratches on his neck.

You crouched in front of him, reaching up to touch his face before he grabbed your arm.

“You left, ” he whispered, “was it for him? Please just tell the truth,”

“I didn't want to Tomu, ” you said, “He took me, and I couldn't stop him. He put me in a closet, and the whole time, I was thinking about you nonstop. I was worried, and I missed you. I just wanted you. You make me feel so safe, darling,”

He pulled you into his chest by your arm; you never realized how strong he was. He made slow circles on your back with his finger.

“It's ok, ” he whispered, “it's ok, ” he too saw the marks from the rope on your wrist.

(how do I fucking end this. Do I kill off Sirius? AH, I know).

The days felt shorter with Dabi and Tomura by your side. Suddenly it was the day of the dance. You woke up to soft kisses on the back of your neck.

“Good morning, love, ” you said sleepily.

“Good morning to you too, y/n, ” he whispered.

The day went by quickly; the teachers gave up on teaching, and before you know it, you were slipping on your dress.

Your hands clenched into fists as you walked past Sirius, feeling his eyes on you. You were too scared to tell anyone. And who would they believe? The golden boy who was the purest kindest family member, or you?

You felt his eyes on you as a burnt and stapled arm wrapped around your shoulders. He pointed to a very nervous Tomura.

“Please, for the love of god y/n calm the man down, ” he said.

The closer you got, the more you blushed; he was amazing. He was the most beautiful boy you’d ever seen. You stopped in your tracks as a girl stopped to talk to him.

This was it; it was the end; it was happening again. But instead, Tomura shook his head, and the girl walked away. You ran over to him (as fast as your shoes allowed) and wrapped your arms around his neck.

You pressed a soft kiss to his neck, “you're so amazing, ” you whispered

His arms wrapped around your waist, “I'm happy you think so, my dear, ” he smiled.

And you spent the night dancing as Sirius broke the glass he was holding in his hand. But he'd get you again someday, he knew it.

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This was long. This was pathetic. This was horrible. The was unrealistic. This was cringe-worthy. This was dramatic. I should probably make a side account. It all started with a playlist on my recommended and idk which mental illness caused this or if I'm just dramatic, but my brain immediately latched on to this burnt piece of toast, and after watching the show, this wrinkly psycho. It's been hard to write, period. But also hard to write Sirius, but I will power through, I promise.

#Sirius Black #Sirius orion black #sirius black x reader #sirius x you #sirius black angst #angst #sad? #mha #mixed fandom #Harry Potter #harry potter marauders #marauders era #this sucks so good

[vickyskpopkingdom]

ATEEZ - From The Wonderland pt.3

the third and final part of this story! i you haven't please read the previous two parts of this to understand everything :)

besides that: hope you have fun reading the boss fight & the conclusion! and don't forget to support ateez as well as the other groups on kingdom!

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3

warnings: guns, swords, fighting, drinking

1.4k words

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Wooyoung tried to catch his breath. He could still feel some hands on him. He was too tired, too worn out to fight those remaining around him. At least they stopped for now so that he could try to asses the situation around him. He lifted his head to see Hongjoong running towards him from behind a huge rock, his iconic fur coat floating behind him. With only a few but well placed punches and kicks Hongjoong had pushed the last skeletons that still had a hold on Wooyoung back.

"Good to see you still alive, man", the captain said as he helped his friend stand up, an arm around his upper body to support him.

"I am also very glad to still be alive."

Hongjoong couldn't help but smile. They weren't safe yet but he felt a lot better by just seeing Wooyoung alive and relatively unharmed.

"Thank you, Hongjoong", Wooyoung said sincerely, putting all his gratitude in those three words.

"Don't mention it."

The captain looked around the dome again. Seonghwa and Yeosang were still fighting and Hongjoong could see skeletons approaching him and Wooyoung again as well. And above all this were still the watchful eyes of the Kraken which was twitching with its tentacles as if it was undecided whether it should intervene in the fights or stay still and watch it play out.

Hongjoong didn't have as much time as the monster to decide what he should do. He needed to asses the situation fast, recollect his members and form a strategy to get them all out of here before everything escalated even more. Right now helping Wooyoung get to a place of safety was his top priority.

"Let's get moving, Woo", he tried motivating his friend to walk faster.

He could tell that Wooyoung was trying his best to not be a burden on Hongjoong but the skeletons have not been kind to him. He looked over his shoulders in a rush, trying to figure out how close the skeletons were to them right now. Maybe he would need to put Wooyoung down to push their enemies back again and continue moving after that. Before he could make up his mind however he could hear faint yelling from one of the many tunnels that lead into the dome. It came closer and closer. Wooyung couldn't help but laugh at the sound, while Hongjoong sighed. "They really can't be quiet even when trying to surprise their enemies."

As if to prove his point San broke out from a tunnel close to them, looking around, seeing his friends and letting out an excited yell before engaging in his first fight. Shortly after Yunho and Jongho followed. The older of the two had already drawn his sword and was more than ready to fight. Neither of the three really took time to acknowledge the Kraken at the back end. But maybe that was for the better. Right now it seemed like the skeletons were a more immediate problem.

From what he could see Yeosang felt like they really took down a large number of skeletons, leaving the dome rather empty. Only a few were remaining, scattered throughout their hideout and unsure of this situation. Yeosang and Seonghwa moved towards their friends, making sure that all of them okay, or at least as okay as can be expected under the given circumstances.

"We need to get out of here", Hongjoong ordered as soon as they all came together again.

"But the treasure-", Wooyoung argued.

Six pairs of eyes landed on him, looking him up and down skeptically almost as if they could not believe that he out of all people present would suggest staying longer on this island.

"Well, I'm just saying we didn't come all the way out here and fight a bunch of dead-but-not-dead skeletons to leave empty-handed right?"

"I agree", San voiced his thoughts as he kicked one of said skeletons back that had tried to approach them.

Jongho shook his head. "Of course you two would agree with each other. Have you taken a look at that Kraken? It only needs to slam down one of its tentacles on us and we would be dead."

"It definitely is too huge for us to kill it", Hongjoong considered their options, "And we don't know anything about it."

Yunho took a quick look at the red sea-creature towering over the waters surface only a few meters away from them. It was still unmoving, waiting. He shivered and turned his eyes away. "I feel like that thing is watching us."

"We know something", Seonghwa spoke up now. He took his rifle and spun it around in his hand. A neat little trick that always gained attention from the younger members of their crew even though they had seen it countless times before. Somehow they were unable to do it themselves and thus never ceased to be amazed by their older friends skill. "Remember that one rumor about it's weak spot? Right in the middle of this things eyes." He pointed between his own two eyes to accentuate his argument.

"It's just a rumor", Yeosang reasoned.

"So were the rest of the things we had heard before and now look at us."

Everyone turned to Hongjoong. The final decisions were always up to him. He was their leader, the one they trusted the most. If he would tell them to try it, they would do it without hesitation. Their captain seemed to be deep in thought, pricking small strands of fur from his coat and rolling it between his fingers.

"Do you think you can make that shot, Seonghwa?", he finally asked.

Seonghwa smiled. "You know that I can."

"Then do it."

Seonghwa didn't need to be told twice. Immediately he got into position, taking his aim. At this the Kraken let out another of his terrifying screeches. Although they were kind of used to it by now the pirates couldn't suppress the goosebumps on their bodies. But they could not stay standing around and wait. The noise the Kraken had made called the remaining skeletons to action once more. They were now charging at the group.

"Make sure Seonghwa can make this shot undisturbed!", Hongjoong ordered, before the first enemy reached them.

He would not have needed to tell them that because they were more than ready to keep their sharp-shooter safe for the final blow on the monster that would grant them access to riches they had never seen before which was the sole purpose of this trip. They had experienced so much in the last hours. There was no way they would be giving up now. Not as long as they were together.

Seonghwa took a deep breath and steadied his aim. The Kraken tried to move around but it's movement was way too restricted by the walls of stone. It's only route of escape was to go back in the water. But Seonghwa was ready. The monster tried to retreat down into the sea as Seonghwa pulled the trigger. The bullet crossed the remaining space in no time and landed right between the Krakens eyes, piercing through it's flesh and leaving a hole.

The Kraken emitted it's final scream. A scream of so much pain and horror that it made the stone vibrate and the fire of the torches flicker heavily.

"It's done."

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"That can not be true", the older pirate said accusingly. He had taken the empty shot glass into his hand and was waving it around. Another hiccup escaped his throat. "We would have heard by now."

The woman behind the bar shrugged. "Not if you only talk to the same two people every time you come here."

The man stood up straight, however still grabbing onto the bar. He pointed at the woman with one of his slightly crooked fingers. "Don't talk to me like that. And don't think you can just sell us this stupid fairy-tale!"

Before he was able to slam down the glass on wood of the counter someone grabbed his wrist, stopping his movement mid air.

"Is he bothering you, miss?", a rather amused sounding voice asked.

"Just another rude customer, nothing I couldn't handle", she answered, a smile tugging at her lips at the sight of seven familiar faces in front of her. "Maybe you should let him go, Hongjoong, and instead tell him about your last adventure."

The younger of the two drinking pirates, who had been quietly thinking this whole time, finally took a look at the new arrivals. His mouth dropped open slightly as he recognized the men that were now taking a seat on the counter around them. "Aren't- aren't- aren't you guys ATEEZ?" This time it wasn't the alcohol that made his voice crack.

"Oh, so you have heard of us?", the man called Hongjoong laughed. "Yes, we are ATEEZ. Do you want to hear our story?"

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and with that we are finished! considering all 3 parts i wrote 7.5k words about a 4 minute performance so i don't know what that says about me...

if you read through all of these parts congrats & thank you very much! if there is a mv you personally would like to see made into a story don't hesitate to send me a link, maybe i can write something about it <3

#you really cant guess my bias from this lmao #sorry san i will try and be more loyal to you #ateez #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #hongjoong imagines #hongjoong scenarios #seonghwa #seonghwa scenarios #seonghwa imagines #yunho #yunho imagines #yunho scenarios #yeosang #yeosang scenarios #yeosang imagines #san #choi san #san scenarios #san imagines #wooyoung #wooyung imagines #wooyung scenarios #jonhgo #jongho scenarios #jongho imagines #mnet #mnet kingdom #mnet ateez #ateez kingdom

[punkrockprofessor]

in every kind of way

life had taught remus a lot about love. from a young age, he understood that love wasn’t the all-encompassing, galactic force of happiness and joy that movies made it seem like. he understood that love was work, sacrifice and, despite whatever idealistic nonsense the poets had come up with, love was conditional.

love wasn’t the happy conclusion to your life, the ending that made every suffering worthwhile. love was just an emotion that bound you to people until eventually, inevitably, it ran out.

so here he was, dressed to the nines and waiting for his love for sirius to simply fade away.

remus had loved sirius for more than a decade and he had loved sirius in different capacities - as a classmate, as a brother, as a friend, a fellow troublemaker and as a soulmate. with each year that passed by, remus waited for the roaring romantic songs playing in his ears to quieten down, and instead found himself falling deeper and deeper for every new side to sirius that he discovered.

the boy was a phenomenon, a force of nature with so many layers to understand, to care for, to love. and remus, an absolute buffoon, was helpless to his magnetic pull.

“remus, my boy,” sirius said with a clap of his hand on remus’ shoulder. “why the long face? you look like you’re preparing to meet the reaper.”

silver eyes and black hair. it shouldn’t be attractive. not after so many goddamn years.

“well, I’m dressed to go for a blind date that you have set up for me and you threatened to disembowel prongs and wormtail if they told me who it was with,” remus stated with a wry smile. “excuse me for preparing for the worst.”

“moony, are you kidding me?” sirius said, taking another step into remus’ space and inserting all ten of his fingers into remus’ carefully coiffed hair. “if i knew how to summon the grim reaper, i would be the one getting ready to go on a hot date and getting my booty eaten.”

remus laughed, his heart calming down just a tad. it was ironic how sirius was the cause of his trampled over heart and the only person who could soothe him.

sirius grinned softly, running his fingers gently through remus’ hair until they fell apart into his natural curls. “mm, much better,” he said, fixing his favourite curl to fall perfectly in its place on remus’ forehead. he cupped remus’ cheeks and ran his thumbs across his brows and then his cheekbones. “my beautiful boy.”

remus knew that he should be working on letting his feelings for sirius fade, he knew how dangerous his unrequited love was, but just for a second - just a moment - he allowed himself to be sirius’ beautiful boy. he let himself belong.

“moony,” sirius said softly, “you know you don’t have to hide things from me, right? you can tell me why you looked so glum before.”

all sense of warmth quickly left remus, leaving just a sense of dread simmering at the bottom of his stomach. “of course,” he said quickly, trying not to show how terrified he felt at where this conversation could be going.

“then why won’t you admit it?” sirius asked, tilting his head just so. “just admit that you were monologuing in your head, like the dramatic little gay boy that you are.”

remus laughed boisterously and suddenly, a combination of relief that his secret was safe and the knowledge that sirius would always know everything about him, apart from the one think remus needed him to know the most.

remus grinned, turning to the mirror again to make sure it looked real and not practiced. “of course i was. can’t go to dates without monologuing. has glee taught you nothing?”

you can do this, remus, he thought to himself, hands clenched into fists on top of his thighs. just have to get through this one date and prove to yourself that you don’t need sirius. you can date and love others.

remus had arrived right at the designated time for his date with the mystery boy at the fancy restaurant sirius had sent him the address for. their little booth was in the very back corner of the restaurant, cozy and away from prying eyes. however, it was fifteen minutes past the Date Time and there was no mystery boy to be seen.

just as remus was making up his mind to leave, a body slipped into the seat opposite him. a body he was, unfortunately, very familiar with, both clothed and naked, thanks to james and sirius’ “nature wanted us naked” phase in grade 7.

sirius looked flushed, face red like he was nervous and also like he had had at least five shots of tequila before his appearance.

remus groaned, hiding his face in his hands. “oh my god, did he bail on me?”

sirius’ grin remained frozen on his lips but he made a questioning sound. “who?”

“the guy you set me up with!” remus said, flinging his arms around and sitting back dejectedly. “god, this is another level of pathetic. dude doesn’t even know me and already wants nothing to do with me.”

“um, there seems to have been some confusion,” sirius said.

remus grunted. “what.”

“um. you remember how i set you up with the perfect man for you? someone that i guaranteed would love and cherish you forever?” sirius said. his grin was still unmoving, nervous and a little psychotic.

remus nodded.

sirius breathed deeply through his nose and tossed remus a peace sign. “well. surprise! its me. i’m the date.”

there was a lag then, inside remus’ brain. it probably lasted only a few seconds, but it felt like it took him years and years to take in sirius’ words and his twitching facial muscles and make a connection between them all. it took him a few seconds, but once he finally processed what was happening, remus quickly picked up his glass of water and emptied it on top of sirius’ head.

“remus! what the fuck!” sirius shrieked, cubes of ice slipping down his shirt.

“fuck!” remus said, instantly picking up one corner of the table cloth to dry his best friend/soulmate/partner in crime off. “i’m sorry. i’m so sorry! my brain stopped working for a minute there.”

“uhhhh,” said another voice and remus looked up from drying up sirius’ pecs to see a confused waiter standing next to them. “is now a bad time?” he asked, a giant dish of something already in his hands.

“no, sorry, there was just some...spillage,” sirius reassured and remus walked back to his side of the booth, shamefaced. “we’ll clean it up.”

the waiter raised a cynical eyebrow and placed the dish between them. a giant plate of spaghetti and meatballs. “can i get you both anything to drink? or perhaps, you have had enough?”

remus burrowed himself deeper into his seat and said, “i’m so sorry.”

“no,” sirius said firmly, the amused glint back in his eyes. “nothing to drink.”

the waiter nodded graciously and walked away, leaving behind an awkward remus and a grinning, wet sirius.

“so. would you care to explain that reaction?” sirius asked with a giggle.

remus groaned, digging his face into his hands and deciding that he could live his entire life like that. “only if you explain why you’re my date first.”

“well, that part is simple,” sirius said and his eyes quickly turned serious, but still fond. “i love you.”

slack jawed, remus’ hands dropped back into his lap. he felt lifeless, out of his body, out of the universe. no way was this happening to him. nothing good ever happened to him.

“i’ve loved you since we were, let’s see...hmm, eleven?” sirius said and remus hiccuped. sirius laughed, light and breezy, like he wasn’t changing remus’ entire world. “i’ve loved you for so long and i finally decided that i can be brave enough to say it to you. finally grew confident enough in our friendship to know that even if you rejected me right now, i know i wouldn’t lose you as my...my person.”

“your person?” remus questioned blankly.

“my person,” sirius agreed solemnly. “my everything.”

remus hiccuped again and grabbed for sirius’ glass of water. he gulped it down greedily, feeling a little crazed. he pointed at the spaghetti. “what’s with this?”

sirius blushed harder, nervously scratching at his neck and averting his gaze. “well, if you don’t reject me today, i thought i..um, might as well fulfil my biggest dream in life, huh?”

remus looked at him in confusion until it clicked. he giggled, suddenly feeling floaty and giddy. “you wanted us to lady and tramp it if i agreed to date you?” he asked, grinning.

sirius cheesed just as wide and shrugged, shameless. “nothing wrong with trying.”

remus stared at sirius for a second and committed the sight to his memory - the wet strands of hair sticking to his face and his neck, the blush on his cheeks and the nervous grin on his lips. he decided that maybe love was work, sacrifices and compromises, but seeing a giddy, flushed sirius was worth every second of suffering and sacrifices.

“moony,” sirius said queitly. “stop monologuing and give me an answer before i piss my pants.”

remus giggled again, helpless and a fool. he leaned forward in his seat and picked up a single noodle with his fingers, putting one end in his mouth.

“let’s see if you can find the other end,” he said around the noodle and sirius’ eyes widened comically.

“fuck that, you know i have no patience,” he said as he leant across the table, grabbing remus’ face in both his hands and kissing him full on the mouth.

remus giggled into the kiss, the single, saucy noodle still stuck between their mouths, and sirius licked the extra sauce from his lips in a decidedly unsexy manner. 

remus pulled back to commit this sirius to memory as well, the one with meatball sauce on the corner of his lips and water dripping down his nose.

“hey,” he said fondly. “i love you too.”

listening to every kind of way by h.e.r. got me inspired to write a drabble. don't forget to like, share and subscribe! press the bell icon to never miss a new video! uwu!

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[neon-junkie]

Would you be willing to do an angsty one shot for bill in the events of rd1 where his former s/o from the gang tracks him down or used as a bargaining chip of some sort? We love a bear 🐻 (and your writing!!)

oh no, this is sad :( gender neutral reader and lots of mentions of death below!

"Mister Williamson, come out. We just want to talk," Ross calls out from below, his armed men behind him.

Bills men had their weapons on Ross and his posse the second they started walking towards Fort Mercer. They know damn well who the Bureau of Investigation are, and they know damn well that they're here to cause trouble.

"What you want?" Bill calls out, standing on the second floor, staring down at them.

"We just want to talk, Williamson," Ross tells him.

Bill laughs. "You think I'm gonna fall for that?" he scoffs.

"Not at all," Ross sighs. "Mister Williamson, your time is up. You know it. You can come quietly or I may have to... resort to other methods," Ross tells him.

"Like what?" Bill grumbles.

Ross signals for something. Bill and his men watch, guns at the ready, looking down to see yourself being brought forward. Not many of Bills men know who you are, but a few of them are shocked, moving away from looking down the barrels of their guns in disbelief.

There you are, hands tied behind your back, a gun pointing to your head as the man shoves you forward.

Bill hasn't seen you in so many years, assuming you were dead after that incident happened. He couldn't go back to look for your body, knowing that Pinkertons were patrolling the area. So he fled alongside Javier, down to New Austin, starting up his own gang.

You managed to escape and unfortunately ran the other way, assuming that Bill was also dead. It wasn't until years later when his name popped up in a newspaper that you realized he was alive, and down in New Austin.

So you packed your bags and went searching, only to be picked up by the Bureau on the way. Ross recognized you from a mile off, despite how your appearance had changed over the years, and although you had no crimes to your name, he knew he could use you to bait Bill out from hiding.

Bill's silent, staring down at you. He knows this is the end, but hopefully not for you too.

"Well, Williamson?" Ross calls out, awaiting his reply. "You can either come quietly, or your former sweetheart here will get a bullet through their chest. It's your choice."

Bill sighs. "You let me say goodbye first," Bill orders. The words bring tears to your eyes.

"Fine. Five minutes," Ross tells him.

Bill runs down the stairs, ignoring his men, not barking any orders. He opens the gates and rushes over to you just as your hands were being cut free.

Despite Ross's chaotic nature, he seems to have sympathy for people's final moments.

"You... you is alive?" Bill says as he cups your cheeks, tears already covering them.

"Bill," you sigh, hugging him tightly, sobbing into his coat as he grips you back, tears also rolling down his cheeks.

"I thought you was dead," Bill tells you as he snuggles down into the curve of your neck.

"I thought you were too, until I saw your name in the papers not too long ago. I came looking for you," you tell him, breaking the hug so you can cup his cheeks, thumbs finally brushing over his beard, admiring the splash of grey to his hair.

"I swear, if I knew you was alive I would have came looking," Bills bottom lip shakes, tears running down his cheeks.

"It's alright, Bill," you tell him as you kiss his cheek.

"C'mere," he tells you, holding onto your waist as he kisses you for the first time in years. He still tastes the same, cheap liquor and tobacco, but there's a strong tint of saltwater from the tears coming from his eyes.

"Ain't been one day where I ain't thought about you," Bill tells you, one hand coming up to try and wipe the tears from your eyes, but they continue to fall. "You know I is always gonna be with you," Bill says.

"Bill, don't say that, please," you cry, trying to block out the thoughts of his death.

"I... I can't hide from whats gonna happen, but I'm glad I got to spend my final moments with you." "Bill," you sob, sniffling away.

"One more minute," Ross calls out.

"You shut the hell up," Bill snaps at him.

You watch the way Bills face changes as he turns back to you, softening out, his frown instantly disappearing as his eyes meet yours.

"I love you, alright? Don't you forget that," Bill tells you, holding your cheeks in his large hands, his palms rougher than you remember, hardened even more during his final years.

"I love you too," you tell him, your hands resting on top of his. He places a kiss to your forehead.

"I want you to have this. It's not much, but it's me," Bill says.

He takes his hat off, the same tatty one that he wore all those years ago. It's got a few more bullet holes since you last saw it, but it's his most iconic piece of clothing.

He places it on your head, smiling at you. "Suits ya," he tells you. He's not seen you wear it in so long. The last time being a nice evening with your former gang, sat on Bills lap at the campfire, sharing a bottle as you listened to your former gang members sing and tell stories.

"Come on, Williamson. The cars waiting," Ross butts in. Bill doesn't snap back this time.

Bill takes his hands in yours, kissing your knuckles before he kisses you one last time, whispering again that he loves you. You give him one final hug, whispering back, clinging onto the feeling of his much larger frame wrapped around you. His broad shoulders and round stomach, his arms that can wrap around your body with room to spare, your head barely coming up to his shoulder as you bury your head in the crook of his neck one last time.

Bill has to break away from you, slowly turning his head away to face the many guns pointing at him. He follows Ross over to the car. His hands are bound and he's shoved in the back.

And then they drive away, and you stand and watch with tears in your eyes and his hat on your head, sobbing as you fall to the dirt, watching Bill disappear into the horizon.

#crying now thanks anon #rdrwriting #death tw #rdr1 #bill williamson #bill williamson x reader #bill williamson x you #bill williamson/reader #bill williamson/you #red dead #red dead 1 #red dead redemption #red dead redemption 1 #reader insert #gn!reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral #Anonymous

[cruisercrusher]

Hey, I found your vibe

Hardcase finds out one of his favourite musical artists is a crappy person, so the others cheer him up while suggesting new music for him to listen to

word count: 1244

A clone wars modern au one shot, that fits into the broader modern au but I couldn’t find a place to insert it effectively so here:

“Hey, what’s up?” Ahsoka walks up to the group, noting how Hardcase is lying in the grass, gazing forlornly up at the sky. 

“Hardcase is distraught,” Echo says as she sits down with her caf pasta. 

“I’m inconsolable.” Hardcase says with a straight face, but doesn’t elaborate, and Ahsoka turns to the rest of the group for clarification. 

“He just found out Doja Cat is a really gross person,” Jesse explains. “And now he has no music to vibe to.” 

“Oh, that sucks,” Ahsoka says. Hardcase sighs, and Kix reaches over and pats him on the shoulder, one eye still on his textbook. 

“We’re all trying to come up with music suggestions for him,” Rex says. Next to him, Anakin is pouting.

“They’re all roasting me for my suggestions.” 

“Not everything is about you, Skywalker, but also, your suggestions were all bad.” Fives says. “Try thinking of something less white trash and also something Hardcase would actually listen to.”

Hardcase drapes his arm over his eyes. “What even is a ‘fallout boy’? I don’t know her.” 

Anakin puffs up, rising to the bait almost laughably easily. “Fall out boy is literally one of the most—“ 

“I don’t know her. I’m too pretty.” Hardcase turns his head to look at Ahsoka. “Ahsoka, who’s your favourite artist?”

Ahsoka shrugs. “I like, uh, girl in red?” 

Hardcase considers this. “Hm… I don’t think I’m really girl in red’s target demographic.” 

“What’s that band Bly loves?” Rex says. “Cavetown?” 

“Cavetown does slap a little bit,” Hardcase says. “But it’s not the same vibe… I need music I can dance to but also dissociate to and also just vibe, you know? I have to be able to vibe.” 

“What about Britney Spears?” Fives suggests, and Hardcase gives him a look. 

“If you think I don’t already listen to Britney then you literally don’t even know me.” 

“Yeah, that’s fair. Pretty sure we all listen to Britney.” 

“Doesn’t everyone?” Anakin says, because even he has at least one Britney song downloaded. 

“I love Britney.” Echo pitches in, and Fives nods in agreement.

“Britney is an icon. When I say I hate celebrities Britney is not included in that statement.” Rex says. “What about Todrick Hall? You could make his music your main thing.” 

“Hey, yeah,” Hardcase reaches for his phone. “Speaking of gay icons. He put out a new album recently, tons of songs on it, lots of bops, some bangers if you will. I’m upset though, because one of the songs on there that slaps the most is featuring Rupaul, and I hate Rupaul.” 

“What’s wrong with Rupaul?” Ahsoka asks. 

“He’s one of those people who was progressive in the nineties but have either seriously regressed since then, or have just lost touch and not noticed that the people he paved the way for have completely left him in the dust.” Rex explains. “And won’t or can’t catch up.” 

“And also he’s irritating.” Jesse interjects. “I just don’t understand the ego on that man.” 

“He wouldn’t last a day on his own show. Did you know Rupaul can’t sew? Clown behaviour.” Hardcase scrolls through something on his phone, then snickers. “Rupaul stopped being a gay icon when he invested in oil fracking.”

“Oil fracking,” Kix mutters with contempt. “I hate his laugh. Like, that laugh he does? Can’t stand it.” 

Ahsoka nods. “Ah, I see. Yeah, oil fracking is… not great.” 

“So Rupaul isn’t on the table,” Anakin says. 

“Rupaul isn’t even in the dining room.”

“Right, what about, uh, that girl who was in fifth harmony but left? Her new music?” 

“Ew, Camilla Cabello?” Echo answers for Hardase. “Sorry, I thought we said no more hetero garbage suggestions.”

Anakin looks offended. “No, the other one! Normandy?”

“Normandy is a place in France, idiot, you’re thinking of Normani.” Rex says, and Hardcase’s eyes widen. 

“Normani! Yeah! I loved her debut solo single, I should see what else she’s got.” 

“Wait,” Jesse says, “I thought Normandy was in the Netherlands?” 

“What?” That finally gets Kix to look up from his note taking. “Are you serious? No, Normandy is in France. Remember, invasion of Mormandy, D Day, world war two? We learned this.” 

“Mormondy?”

“That’s where the mormons live.”

“That’s where Stephanie Meyer is from.”

“I’m tired, don’t come for me.” 

“Normandy does sound like it could be a place in the Netherlands, though.”

“Mr. Kenobi would be disappointed in you.” 

“No!” Jesse cries, turning his distraught face to Anakin. “Would Mr. Kenobi be disappointed in me for forgetting Normandy is in France?” 

“Probably not.” 

“I don’t think he would be.” Ahsoka says. “Obi-Wan is nice. He’d just say something like he’s glad that you’re learning.”

“Phew,” Jesse feigns wiping sweat off his brow. “That was a close one.” 

“Fetts be like, seeking the validation from Mr. Kenobi we don’t get from our father noises.” Echo says, and his brothers around him wince.

“Oof, too real, Echo.” Rex says. 

“Just because it’s true doesn’t mean you can just say it.” 

“Wait, oh my gosh, moment of inspiration--” Fives sits forward, look of pure revelation on his face. “Hardcase, you know who I think you would totally vibe with?”

“Who?”

“Jojo Siwa.”

“Jojo Siwa?”

“Jojo Siwa?”

“Jojo Siwa?”

“Jojo Siwa.”

“Jojo Siwa?”

“Jojo Siwa.” 

“Hm.” Hardacse considers this.

“Isn’t Jojo Siwa that girl with the glittery bows and shit?” Anakin asks.

“Jojo Siwa is actually really cool.” Ahsoka says. “I follow her on tiktok. She encourages young girls to, I don’t know, let themselves act like the kids they are? She’s like the only person on the planet not telling twelve year old girls to throw it back. And she’s genuinely funny and seems really nice… yeah. Also, her outfits are literally so cool.”

“Oh my gosh, yeah,” Hardcase says, tilting his phone so the rest of the group can see. “Look at this alien costume thing whatever from this music video, I’d go so far as to call this club kid revival. Girl’s got hella style.”

“Wow,” Anakin says, “I can’t believe a twelve year old has way cooler style than all of us.”

“Jojo Siwa is our age.” Rex informs him. Anakin blinks.

“What?” 

“Yeah, she’s seventeen.” Fives says. “Anyways, I don’t know why but I really think you’d vibe with Jojo Siwa, Hardcase.” 

“Yeah, you’re right,” Hardcase says. “Hold on, let’s listen to some of her music.” He pulls up her spotify and queues some of her newest releases, then turns the volume up on his phone and tosses it onto the grass in the middle of their huddle. 

An upbeat, funky tune starts playing from the phone’s speaker, and all eight of them lean forward in attentive silence as they listen to the song. 

‘Bop bop, twist twist, check it off your checklist, chug chug kick it, move it move it mix it--’

“Wow, Jojo is slaying on this track,” Jesse says after a minute. “Queen icon legend.” 

“She’s killing it. Go, Jojo!”

“Yeah, I’m digging this actually.” Hardcase shimmies a little to the beat. “Thanks, Fives!”

“I live to serve.” Fives smiles. “Sorry your favourite artist turned out to be a terrible person.”

Hardcase shrugs. “Eh, it’s alright. I stan Jojo Siwa now. Life is good.” 

“To stanning Jojo Siwa!” Ahsoka holds up her milk carton in a toast. Hardcase, who has no drink to toast with, just grins and lightly slaps the carton. They laugh, and the sun smiles down on them, and life is good.

#clone wars #star wars the clone wars #fic #my fic #clone trooper hardcase #Ahsoka Tano #captain rex #commander rex #clone trooper kix #clone trooper jesse #arc trooper jesse #arc trooper fives #arc trooper echo #anakin skywalker #sw modern au #all the things i said in this fic is actually true #including rupaul and oil fracking #also i do unironically stan jojo siwa bc she actually is cool and her songs slap like genuinely #cishet clones? never heard of em #new perspective au

[friendofspidermannedleeds]

Fictober - Day 7

Prompt #7: “yes I did, what about it?” (remixed)  Fandom: Spider-Man (MCU) Rating: G Warnings: None Characters: May and Peter Parker, May Parker and Karen (AI)  Words: 1879 Summary: May needs a system to keep track of Peter. Karen is here to help. 

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“Peter, I can’t keep doing this.”

May sat at the kitchen breakfast nook, holding a mug of tea between her hands in an attempt to remain calm and level-headed when Peter had returned home after 3am for the third night in a row.

He skittered back and forth around the kitchen, sloppily piecing together a PB&J.

“Can’t keep doing what, exactly?”

“You know what,” May said. “When I agreed to support your Spider-Man stuff you promised to get home at a responsible hour for school. You promised to text or call if you had to be out past 1am. I’m so sick of this.”

Peter talked through a giant bite of his sandwich. “I know, I know, and I’m sorry. But my phone died, so I couldn’t—”

“Okay, so, you shouldn’t patrol if your phone’s dead. We’ve been over this—”

“How was I supposed to know it was gonna die? It’s not like I planned for that to happen, it was still at 11% when I left—”

“You left to do some dangerous crime-fighting with your phone at eleven percent??”

“Yeah I did, so??”

“PETER.”

His shoulders slumped at her tone.

“Sorry, May. That wasn’t cool. I’m—I’m so tired.” He joined her at the table, munching his sandwich defeatedly.

May rubbed her temples. “I’m not trying to be unreasonable here, sweetheart, it’s just…it’s just that we need a new system,” she said with a sigh. “I know you are capable, and I know you’re not trying to be out so late. But you can’t put saving the world before your own sanity or mine. You just can’t.”

Peter didn’t respond immediately, his eyebrows furrowed as he chewed the last of his PB&J. He swallowed, then spoke with intent.

“I really am sorry, May. I don’t mean to stay out so late, and I don’t mean to forget to text you. I don’t go looking for trouble after midnight when I’m making my way home, but this week stuff just kept coming up. And when I’m out there, in the middle of things, I just—I won’t leave people who need my help just to get a few extra hours of sleep. I can’t.”

“But you can, Peter, and you need to. You’re a person too, it’s not your responsibility to—”

“But it is, May!” He interrupted. “If I have the ability to help but I don’t, then that’s on me.”

May stared at him, her heart twisting at how much he looked and sounded like Ben. He was so earnest, and so stubborn. She knew she couldn’t convince him to put himself first with just one talk. This wouldn’t be an overnight fix. They needed a more immediate solution.

“Can you just—just try a little harder to make it back on time? And to text or call if you can’t? For me?”

He nodded with his eyes cast downward at the table. “Yeah, May, I’ll try. I—OH!” He shot his head up, eyes bright with inspiration. “I can’t believe I didn’t think of this before, I’m so stupid. Here—" He ran to the living room where he’d discarded his mask. “Karen can help us!!”

“Karen?” May asked. “Your suit lady?”

“Yeah,” he said enthusiastically, “When I unlocked her I found out she could send and receive calls and texts, I’ll just have to ask her! But she’s super fancy, so I’m sure she can also do things without me telling her to—we can program her to do whatever you want!”

May smirked. “Can we program her to turn off your webs at 1am and send you home?”

Peter looked guilty and she melted. “Just a joke, sweetheart. You were saying?”

“Right,” he breathed a sigh of relief, “So, we just ask her to do whatever you want her to do, which is…” his words were interrupted by a huge yawn. “…which is what, exactly?”

“Bed.” May said decidedly. “We can figure this out tomorrow night.”

“No, I owe it to you to fix this now,” Peter protested weakly, looking more exhausted by the minute. He fumbled with the mask. “Here, I’ll put it on and ask her—hey!”

May had snatched the mask out of his hands. “Tomorrow, Peter. It’s a school night!”

“Okay, okay.” He rubbed his eyes and turned to head to his room. “But if you want to ask her yourself, just put the mask on and talk. Karen’ll walk you through whatever.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, try it.” Another yawn. “G’night, May. Love you.”

“Love you too,” she replied, waiting until he’d turned the corner to sink into the loveseat and stare at the mask. She gave the thought of bedtime for herself only the briefest consideration before pulling the mask onto her head.

An overwhelming array of virtual nonsense and a faint funk of teenage sweat nearly caused her to rip it back off, when—

“Hello, May Parker.”

She jumped out of her skin. “He-hello?? How did you kn—”

“What can I assist you with this morning?”

May felt like an idiot, sitting there with her nephew’s mask on—her spider-kid superhero nephew’s mask that was created by billionaire Tony Stark—at 3:15 in the morning, talking to an AI Peter had affectionately named “Karen,” of all things, but here she was. This was her life now.

“Hi Karen, yeah. I need help keeping track of Peter. His phone sometimes dies when he’s out late at night, or he sometimes forgets to text or call to let me know what’s going on, and I can’t take it anymore. I need to know where he is so I’m not up worrying all night.”

“Understood, Mrs. Parker. If Peter fails to notify me to contact you, I can text your phone myself. What time is his curfew?”

May laughed. The absurdity of talking to an AI about parenting her super-kid wasn’t lost on her, but it was still nice, somehow—she couldn’t talk about this stuff with anyone else.

“It was unofficially 11 before Spider-Man, but since he’s so hell-bent on saving the world, we agreed that midnight is the goal and he should let me know if he can’t be back by 1.”

“That sounds very reasonable, May. I will ensure that he or I will contact you if he is ever out past 1am. Is there anything else you require?”

May spotted a video camera icon in the left-hand corner of her view. She was tempted to ask what footage Peter collected with the suit, but quickly thought better of it. She trusted him, and he trusted her. And she wasn’t sure she wanted to know the whole truth of what her boy got up to.

“I don’t think so, Karen, at least not right now.” She sighed. “I just… I just worry about him, you know? Like it’s hard to sit here and know he’s out there saving the world and what-not, and there’s nothing I can do to help, or to keep him safe. Can you—this is so weird, talking to a computer—can you just reassure me—is he okay out there? Does he…make good choices and all that?”

“Peter is young and inexperienced, but Mr. Stark’s technology has helped keep him safe.” Karen replied, the kindness in her tone both reassuring and slightly unsettling to May’s tech-inept mind. “He has also been much more careful since you discovered his secret.”

May’s heart warmed at that. “He has?”

“Yes. But I can add extra protocols to reassure you further, if you’d like. Would you like me to alert you when Peter acquires an injury?”

May startled. “I—what? How often does he get injured? I mean I’ve seen some bruises and cuts, and I know he got pretty seriously hurt Homecoming weekend, but—he’s not been hurt recently, has he?”

Karen projected a video in front of May’s vision. “Last Thursday he took a pretty nasty fall.” May watched the footage of Peter’s POV in horror: his left arm mis-aimed a web while swinging in the rain and he slammed into a fire escape before falling three stories. “I detected a hairline fracture in his left wrist, a minor concussion, and a sprained ligament in his left ankle, as well as several bruises.” The video replayed on a loop as she spoke, and May shut her eyes, feeling nauseous.

“Stop, stop it, please.” She begged the AI. “What the hell, Karen, that was awful—don’t show me any more videos, I can’t watch that.” She shook her head. “Why didn’t he tell me about any of this?”

“Mr. Parker specifically requested that I keep the fall a secret.” Karen said apologetically.

“I’m gonna kill him.” May muttered under her breath.

“That was his fear.”

“Great, Karen. Thanks.”

She imagined Peter stumbling through his bedroom window with broken limbs and made her decision.

“You know what? Please do inform me when he’s injured. God knows he doesn’t tell me this stuff himself, and I have a right to know.”

“Noted, Mrs. Parker. Anything else I can do for you?”

May nearly said no, nearly thanked Karen for her services and went to bed. But sitting and talking to this AI was oddly comforting, and the thought of Peter’s escapades had been keeping her up at night anyway.

“Karen—Tony Stark made you, correct?”

“Yes.”

“So you know a lot about superheroes?”

“Yes,” Karen answered, “I know everything about all superheroes, including the Avengers.”

May nodded. “Okay, then…can I ask you a question? Are…are all superheroes like this? Are they all infuriatingly self-sacrificing, and stubborn, and do they all insist that saving the world is more important than saving themselves?”

Karen did not answer immediately, and May felt like an idiot for asking such a loaded question to an AI whose capacity for emotional intelligence was still unclear.

“You know what,” she said, “forget I asked that. Just forget it, I—”

“May,” Karen interrupted kindly, softly. “Peter is okay.”

May took a shaky breath. “Right. I know that. I know he’s okay. But I just feel like he’s taking on too much, you know? He thinks he’s responsible for…for everything. It’s ridiculous, but I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, I mean he’s just like—”

She cut herself off. She was talking to a computer who probably reported everything back to Tony Stark, and well—some things were sacred. “Karen” didn’t need to know that Peter was just like Ben.

“Would you like to talk more about what’s troubling you, May?” Karen asked.

“No, Karen. But this was good, thank you. It was really nice to have somebody to talk to.”

“Of course. Sleep well.”

May removed the mask and exhaled. Conversing with an AI had made for one of the weirdest nights of her life, no question, but she’d needed it. As absurd as it was, Karen knew what May’s friends couldn’t—her kid was a spider in spandex.

May would know where Peter was now, and she’d know when he was hurt, or running late, or unable to talk because he’s busy saving the world.

Peter believed it was his responsibility to help everybody. May knew it was her responsibility to help him.

And Karen was her new secret weapon.

#fictober20 #may parker #peter parker #fanfiction #spider-man #spiderman #my fic #fos fic #stayed up waaaay too late on this #did not rly plan this one #so it's more rambling than anything else #no focus to speak of here #just me loving may and karen lol #a mess #but one i had lots of fun with #will i edit it before it goes to ao3? #probably should

[mrsbhandari]

Shutter - Part 1

a/n: HI penny here!! so i’ve been writing a lil sumn sumn for @lxdy-starfury‘s wonderful modern blades au, and as i am nearing 7000 words (and am not nearly finished, whew), my lovely best friend told me that it would be good to start posting it piece by piece. so i hereby present part 1 of this au!! it’s not exactly like her manyyyyy AMAZING detailed hc for modern!tyril, this fic is heavily inspired by her hc and GORGEOUS artworks. i hope you enjoy it!!

warnings: none!!

word count: 2k.

summary: It begins with a photo shoot and an interview.

Tagging @anotherbeingsworld ❤❤

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“You shouldn’t be excited for this.”

“You have a shoot with a hot billionaire, and I have the privilege of going along and meeting him?!” Nia squealed, nearly spilling her coffee onto the sidewalk. 

“He’s going to end up being a pompous ass.” Naexi took a sip of her own coffee, savoring the bitterness of it and cradling it close to her body to ward away the cold. “They always are.”

“You’re too cynical. I mean listen to how he sounds in this interview!” From her bag, Nia whips out a recent copy of Forbes, flipping it open to a page marked with a pastel post-it note.

“You have his interview tabbed?” she asked, but Nia had already begun reading.

“‘I believe there is no secret to success. Everything needed for success is provided given you use the tools to your advantage. I would not have gotten as far as I have today without my drive to help those in need-’”

Naexi straightened her back and deepened her voice, mocking the billionaire. “However, my daddy’s money also definitely helped. ‘Tis unfortunate that no one is born with my trust fund, hm?” Nia let loose a few giggles and turned her attention to the next page, which featured Tyril standing in gray slacks and a black sweater, hands in his pockets in an effortlessly casual pose. He had long hair that was tied back, some front pieces falling over the frames of his glasses. Barely sparing a glance at the page, Naexi rolled her eyes. “You’re too obsessed with him.”

“Who isn’t?”

“Me.” They finally reached the small New York townhouse being used for the shoot. Letting Nia walk first through the doors, Naexi drank the rest of her coffee and tossed it into a bin outside the building before following her friend inside.

#

Tyril shifted in his fancy shoes, nervously taking his hands out of his pockets and putting them back in. It was early in the morning, around six, but he felt wide awake. He was always nervous for these sorts of things; getting his picture taken, people prying into his private life. Yet, he still had to put on an air of normalcy and professionalism. He couldn’t help but feel like he was in the way, since he arrived thirty minutes before he was supposed to. 

“The photographer’s here, so we’re close to starting.” Tyril jumped as a makeup artist gently led him to a chair and began breaking out her tools. 

“You ready, Ty?” 

“Only if you stop calling me that, Immy.” Tyril locked eyes with Imtura, his security detail, in the mirror. She was scowling, but he knew there was no real malice behind it. “I’m...ready as I’ll ever be for these things.” He fished his phone out of his pocket and checked his emails for what seemed to be the hundredth time that morning. He was so engrossed that he didn’t hear the frantic whispers of two girls close by to the chair until Imtura spoke.

“Sorry, ladies, but who are you?”

“The photographer, and this is my assistant for the shoot.” A tall girl approached the chair and gestured to her friend, who was bright red and looking at Tyril with wide eyes. Putting on a polite smile, he gave a nod to Imtura and focused on them both. 

“Hello.”

“Wow, it’s really you! I mean, of course it’s you, I just didn’t expect you to be so...real! Do you know what I mean?” The assistant rambled, looking expectantly at Tyril. 

“I...can’t say I do. I apologize.” He glanced towards the photographer, who seemed to be studying him with a bored expression. She didn’t stop when he locked eyes with her, and he couldn’t help but feel slightly uncomfortable under her gaze. “It’s nice meeting you both.” He leaned forward slightly in his chair, hoping they understood his hint.

“Oh! I’m Nia, Nia Ellarious. This is Naexi Carsys.” The photographer gave a small wave before walking away to the large sheet of paper he was supposed to be photographed in front of. “She’s...mysterious,” Nia explained. 

“It’s quite alright, you can say she doesn’t like me.” Tyril’s lips turned up ever so slightly, his eyes following Naexi’s form as she set up her camera and helped move the chair into the frame. She was pretty in an effortless way, as cliche as it sounds. Her eyebrows furrowed as she fiddled with her camera, mouth set in a tight line as she took a few trial shots and messed with the settings after each one. Nia silently watched how the gears in his head seemed to turn as he looked at her, akin to someone looking for a specific piece to a puzzle. 

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“For starters, just sit normally in the chair, to make sure the settings and lights are right for you,” Naexi instructed, looking through the viewfinder and humming at what she saw. Tyril sat stiffly, unsure of what to do with his hands or his face. 

“Like this?” He placed his hands on his knees and offered a boring face to the camera.

“Yeah…” she replied, distracted by turning and pressing little knobs and buttons on her instrument. He found himself watching her fingers and a fleeting thought of how soft her hands looked was pushed out of his brain as quickly as it had come. “Okay, loosen up a little.” Tyril glanced down at his body in confusion. 

“How so?” His shoulders were tense and his lips were pursed, the exact opposite of what she wanted from him. 

“What do you mean, just…” She let the camera fall against her chest and made a show of holding her arm up and dropping it. “Loose.”

“I--” He peered at everyone watching him and then back at Naexi, who cocked her head and raised her eyebrows. Without a word, she pulled up another chair and sat next to him. 

“I know you’ve done photoshoots before, but did Forbes not tell you to loosen up a little?” He shook his head. “Okay, guess it’s up to me then.” He tried not to flush at her obvious exasperation with him. 

“I apologize, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to having my picture taken. I much prefer to be behind the scenes.” 

“Too bad you’re the face of the company. Now, look at how you’re sitting.” She gestured to his shoulders and posture, tense and rigid. “Don’t slouch, but let out some of that tension. Lean back in the chair.” She copied him, then laid back onto the chair, draping her hands in her lap. He imitated her, earning a small nod of approval. “There you go. Now, as I take pictures, make small adjustments to where your hands are, where your feet are, things like that. Don’t be afraid to move around.”

“Yes, thank you.” She stood and removed the chair and Tyril found himself at an odd loss. He suddenly noticed that there was an absence in the air next to him, no longer occupied by the smell of her lotion or the gentle swishing of her baggy pants. His heart had soared when she had given him that little ounce of praise and now, he found himself desperate for her to repeat that for him, but he didn’t know why. It bothered him to no end.

“Lean forward and clasp your hands for me.” He leaned forward and clasped his hands. “Good.” The corners of his mouth turned up. 

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“Mr. Starfury, you’ve certainly been making waves for yourself in many spheres.”

“Please, call me Tyril. And...I suppose. My family certainly does have their dealings in many different games, to put it lightly.”

“Yes, your family has a range spanning across so many different industries. Where exactly do you fit in?"

"Well, I run most of my family's research facilities, focusing on scientific research into soil acidity and agriculture."

"Don't worry, we didn't only bring you here to talk business. A lot of people know you as somewhat of a fashion icon. To what do you attribute your style?"

Tyril let out a laugh, polite and respectful and just the right volume. "I like to look professional, but I would have to shine a spotlight on the numerous stylists my father has employed, ever intent on ensuring I uphold my air of authority through my attire. I'd be an utter mess without them." 

"What's an embarrassing moment for you?" 

Tyril blinked at the sudden switch of subjects. "Well, one time during a presentation, I tripped on a wire onstage in front of hundreds of people. I fell flat on my face, and even broke my glasses. It was the most humiliating moment of my life."

"Wow, that's so….human." 

"It happens to all of us, I believe. People like to forget that those they put on a pedestal can still fall."

"You're a very private person, as well."

"I am."

"Have you heard some of the rumors surrounding you?" 

"I've heard that I grew up in a cult, that I'm secretly a vampire… Each one I've heard is more interesting than the last." He waved his hand dismissively and laughed again. “My favorite is that I’m secretly an elf.”

“Do you just let them roll off your back?”

“What else can I do, really? Plus, they’re not particularly harmful. It’s better for me to focus on running the company rather than any publicity I have.”

“Let’s switch gears a little bit. You’re a man of high education, correct?”

“I suppose...I went to Oxford and have a PhD in physics.”

“And you’re twenty-five?”

Tyril smiles, knowing where this was going. “Yes, I am.”

“If you don’t mind me being so vague, how exactly do you do it? Getting such a high degree so young and then running a company on top of it...must’ve been difficult.”

Tyril stopped for a second. “Coffee. Lots of coffee. I also have many helpers who the company would fall apart without.” He stopped again, seemingly to carefully craft his next words on his tongue. “I won’t lie and say that it was easy, however I also won’t say that it was as difficult as it could’ve been. I had the best tutors and a lot of money from my family to help open doors that others couldn’t find the key for, which is why I try and give back as much as I can to those less fortunate than I.”

“Is that the main focus of your research facilities?”

“Yes, we focus on testing soil in areas hit by devastation across the world. Our main goal is to provide relief for those unable to rely on the very ground on which they stand. Many of these areas use farming as their main source of food, water, and money, so when disasters, natural or otherwise, occur, it can be truly catastrophic to these small communities. We call it the Undermount Project.” 

“How philanthropic of you.”

Tyril waved a hand again. “I could always be doing more, and I try to as much as I can.”

“And for the final question that everyone is dying to know...are you single?”

Tyril froze. “I...unfortunately don’t have time for love. So, yes, I am, uh, single.”

“Well, that concludes it! Naexi, did you get some good shots?” The interviewer stood and clapped his hands, retrieving the microphone from Tyril’s shirt. 

“When he wasn’t nervously glancing at the camera, yeah.” She flipped through the camera, missing the flush that entered Tyril’s cheeks. He never considered himself a person to impress others, yet…

Why does he feel the need to impress her?

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My Secret Mate - Chapter Two

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It was the most boring day of school ever. For some reason, I could never find him anywhere I looked. We didn't have any classes together, not even the same lunch period. It was surprisingly frustrating. The tests results were in by the end of the day, and somehow Trent had gotten the highest. It was unbelievable, but I was also relieved I'd have an excuse to be drunk. Maybe then I could curb this attraction to my mate, that I didn't want.

I pushed Trent playfully, "You only scored high 'cause you cheated on that girl besides you."

"Sure, I did." Trent scoffed as I leaned against my truck. "So what time does the party start again?"

I shrugged, "The flyer says seven, but I'm prepping for it as soon as I get home. You got the alcohol?"

Trent grinned, "Heck yeah. I'll bring it around six, okay? The kegs can be tough to bring in."

I nodded and looked to Lindsay. "You coming to my house right now or later?"

She nodded, "Yeah. Can we swing by mine so I can get a change of clothes?"

"Yeah, for sure."

Bella pulled me to the side, "Hey. So, where did you run off to this morning?"

I pursued my lips, not really knowing how to answer. I decided honesty would be better, I didn't wanna hurt her. "I found my mate."

"Oh." Her eyes widened a bit, "Did you... reject them?"

I shook my head, "It's... complicated."

She nodded, "Um, so this thing between us..."

I felt guilt prickle at the edges of relief. After meeting him, the thought of being with her in that way somewhat repulsed me.

"I'm okay with it. As long as you're not... involved with them."

I looked at her incredulously. "Are you serious?"

She blushed, "Of course. I mean, as long as we aren't hurting anyone, it's fine."

It was hurting me! I was going to flat out refuse her, but then I thought about how I might reject him. I might need all the comfort I can get at one point in the future, so maybe I should utilize this. "Maybe, yeah. I'll let you know what happens with them, okay?"

She smiled, reaching up to peck my cheek. "See you at the party."

I gave her the fakest smile of my life, and went back to the car. I got into the driver's seat, shaking my head at Lindsay.

"I don't wanna hear it."

"You're gonna hear it, asshole." I reversed, then began to drive out of the lot. "You know you're just leading her on, right?"

"I told her I met my mate-"

"But you promised the possibility of being with her. You're giving her false hope-"

I felt myself burst, "It's not entirely false, okay? I just... my mate is human. And I can't exactly reject them without an explanation."

Lindsay huffed, "Sure. That's the reason. You know what-"

I turned the radio up, tuning her out as it played I Belong To You by Muse. It was a good song, and I loved it. But for some reason, it reminded me of the very thing I wanted to forget about. My hands clenched around the steering wheel, suddenly thinking of him, even though I didn't want to.

Lindsay shouted, "Hey! This sounds different!"

I smirked as I yelled over the music, "It's the New Moon remix!" I didn't wanna say much, but it was my favorite movie series to binge-watch, though it wasn't without its faults. The writer could be controversial, and so could the storyline, but the Twilight Saga just hit me different. It was like a weird coping mechanism, I'd watch it over and over whenever I could.

"It's good!" She smiled at me, knowing she's the one who dragged me into her twilight craze. I remember watching it with her every time a new movie came out. I even had the book collection, as well as the new one that just came out.

We pulled up to her house, Monsè and Lindsay running inside. I rested against the seat, turning off the car as I thought about what tonight would bring. What if he didn't feel anything for me? Didn't he? He had to have felt something for me. He did blush when I was flirting, so maybe he did.

I looked down at my hands, annoyed at my chipped and black nail polish. I started peeling them off, not wanting him to think it was trashy. Since when did I care what he thinks? I suddenly felt self-conscious about the way I looked. My somewhat wide shoulders, and I was muscular but I felt like I looked scrawny compared to my friends. My tan skin was sprinkled with freckles here and there, and the rings on my hand made my fingers look a little fat. Were my fingers too long? My hands were maybe too big too.

I looked in my driver's side mirror, and sighed as I tried to fix my hair. It was too unruly, and my eyebrows were a little too unkempt. My eyes weren't exactly rare, just a dark and shitty brown color. My lips were looking a little dry, I decided to add some chapstick. It was cherry, one of my favorite flavors, and it made my lips have a tint of red, or maybe just hydrated.

I still hated my appearance, and just slammed the mirror away as I listened to the next song on the radio more intently. I muttered along to the lyrics, my mind involuntary thinking about romantic situations between him and I.

"I miss you, Berlin..." I imagined him showing up to the party, flirty comments being exchange between us. "The taste still lingers on..."

I imagined us dancing, drinking, playing games together. Maybe during a certain song, during a certain dance, we'd get closer and closer. Our lips would meet, and it'd be a desperate but sweet kiss.

The car door slammed shut, scaring me out of my daydream. I looked to Lindsay and Monsè in surprise, lowering the radio. "Hey, you guys got everything you need?"

Lindsay nodded, and Monsè just pulled out her phone. I turned up the radio, the same song still playing. After a couple seconds, both Lindsay and I sang as loud as we can, really jamming out into it. "Our lips touched beneath the stars! The lights flashed from passing cars! Your face melted in my heart, and it showed me who you are!"

Even Monsè got into it.

"I feel my heart explode, I can't explain! The sky is falling down!"

We pulled up to my house in a screeching halt, and we kept singing to the so until it ended. I turned off the car, spent from singing as much as I could. We got off the car, talking about what we'd prepare for the party tonight, and how we'd prepare for it.

It was six thirty now, and everything was almost set up. My parents had left, and Trent and Bella were getting the kegs off their brother's car. The lights and sound system was being set up by Lindsay, lent to us by her uncle, with some help from Lance. Monsè was preparing the snacks, plates, cups, and dips. I was in my room, wondering what I should change into for tonight. I wanted to impress him. Them, I meant them, everyone at the party, I wanted to impress everyone at the party.

I decided on a white tank top, with a charcoal short sleeve button-up that was unbuttoned, and changed into light blue skinny jeans. I put a chain on the right side of my jeans, changing into some vans instead of the doc martens, and a silver chain around my neck as well. I wondered if I should leave my rings on, and I decided maybe earrings would look nice. Just simple diamond ones would do, I decided.

I looked in the mirror, deciding maybe a small application of orange lip tint would do. No, garnet was a better color on my tan skin. Besides, it wasn't matte, but it was just a slight lip tint.

I shook my head, annoyed how I could be so overwhelmed about impressing some stranger. My inner wolf practically growled, which means I growled under my breath at the mere thought of regarding him as a stranger. He was my mate. But I didn't want him to be. But I did want him.

This was confusing.

It was eight now. The girls were dancing with their friends, and I was in the kitchen with Trent, Grayson, Raul, and Ethan. Most of the pack had come, all the ones in high school or colleges nearby of course, and it was refreshing to just be with the guys for a bit. Lindsay has been talking my ear off about Bella before the party started, and I didn't need to hear it.

I chuckled at Grayson and Raul as they wrestled. Grayson was your standard football player with a heart of gold, and he had a huge sweet tooth. Raul was more into soccer, and was very vain, yet somewhat kind but always spoke his mind whether it was dumb or smart or rude or nice. Ethan was the most sarcastic, even above me, and the most cynical, unlike me. I considered myself realistic.

Trent laughed, "Come on, Grayson! Beat his ass!"

Ethan rolled his eyes, "Raul obviously has the upper hand."

I sipped at my iconic red party cup, it was filled with this fruit punch alcohol. I wanted to stop thinking about the fact he wasn't here yet, I wanted to stop watching the clock tick as time went by, as I waited for him to show. Thank god, I couldn't taste the alcohol over the sweet punch, because I didn't like anything bitter.

Raul pinned Grayson with a triumphant laugh, and stood up with both arms held high. Everyone in the kitchen with us cheered, and I shook my head at the stupidity of the whole thing. Trent reached up in the cabinets, pulling out a bunch of shot glasses.

"Now for the main event! Raul, go get Lindsay." He nodded and took off to the living room, amidst all the dancing swarm of teenagers. "The birthday boy, and my best friend Lindsay, are gonna have five shots. Anybody wanna join?"

The whole kitchen seemed to murmur about whether or not they'd want to. Bella appeared from the crowd with a grin, she seemed a little tipsy already, and stood across the island from me. Her eyes seemed to try to flirt with me, I looked away. I couldn't even think of trying to be with her right now.

"I'll do it."

Trent gave his sister a high five, "Heck yeah!"

Raul came back with Lindsay, her face etched with a scowl. She wasn't much of a team player, and hated losing at anything. Nevertheless, she marched next to me, raising a brow, "I can't believe we lost to him."

I snickered, "Neither can I."

The scent hit me, and my head snapped over to the front door. I could sense he was here now, but where? I caught sight of him down the hall, looking around for what I assumed was me. His hair was pushed back, and he was wearing a hoodie which was rolled up by its sleeves. His blue jeans and converse looked great, and the watch on his wrist made him look hotter somehow. He ran a hand through his hair before his eyes met mine, and a shy smile etched itself on his beautiful face. I walked over, placing my hand on his shoulder and leading him into the kitchen with us. It was like a small hum of electricity spread throughout my body when I touched him, and even when I let go, it was still there.

"We're doing shots, why don't you join us?" I placed him next to me, feeling giddy all of a sudden. "It's five of them, and it's not a race."

He raised an eyebrow, "Why? Scared you'll lose?"

Trent patted him on the back, "Don't challenge the master- you might just get schooled, dude."

I waved Trent off, grinning down at him. "You asked for it, pretty boy."

Trent set up the shots for all of us, including Lance, Grayson, Raul, and himself. Ethan and Monsè simply watched, for two reasons being that they didn't want to drink, and they made for good referees. In this case, they would shout who won.

Trent bellowed, "Ready?! Set! GO!"

I drank as fast as I could, the harsh but semisweet liquid of tequila going down my throat. I set the last shot down with a grunt, looking up as everyone shouted and laughed.

Trent looked at Ethan and Monsè expectantly, "So who won?"

Monsè chuckled and pointed, "The random guy next to Xavier."

Everyone started talking about how it had stung, or how it was rigged. Some even joked about how they had seen his jaw unhinge to drink faster. My mate had won.

I looked at him surprised, and he looked at me with a smirk. His face was flushed, which was a really cute look at him.

I leaned in, a little too close, but not close enough for my inner wolf to be satiated. "Hey, so I never got your name."

He cleared his throat, licking his lips, "It's Seth."

I nodded, "Xavier. Pronounced with an J, spelt with an X."

He nodded with a smile, "Cool." There was tension from the close proximity, but I didn't back away. He didn't either. "So, how's it feel to be a loser?"

"Well, it's a little bit of a bummer." I shrugged, "But I'm also in the presence of a winner, so. It's a win-win."

He laughed, shaking his head. "So what now?"

I looked around, seeing everyone talking amongst themselves, and everyone dancing to the music. I cocked my head towards the living room, "Let's go dance."

I grabbed my drink, along with Seth's wrist, leading him through the crowd of people. There was a couch in the back, filled with stoners and people who were entangled in hormones. Towards the front, there was music and different colored lights. I led him to the front, pulling him somewhat close as the music bumped. It was a mix of rock and alternative, and it was made up of my favorite music. We didn't necessarily dance together, but we didn't dance apart from each other either.

We danced for what seemed like ages, but was only forty minutes. I leaned in, putting my mouth against his ear. "Wanna get something to drink and maybe play some video games in my room?"

He nodded as I leaned away, and for a second we stood there before I led him away again. In the small lobby by the stairs, there was a table set up with the alcohol fruit punch and chips and other snacks.

I served us both, handing his cup and sipping from mine before pointing upstairs. My words slightly slurred, "I lied. There are no video games in my room. I mean, there are, but honestly I just wanted to get out of that crowd. It was sweaty, and I'm hot-"

Seth nodded, "Yeah, me too."

"Yeah." I chuckled, licking my lips to taste more of that fruit juice. "So, what are your classes? I didn't see you anywhere today."

His mouth formed a small 'o', "Oh. Yeah, I left early because I had a doctor's appointment. I think I have you for the second lunch period, fifth and sixth period."

I felt excited at the prospect of seeing him everyday. I bit my lip, "So wanna hang around here or..." I scratched the back of my neck, "...maybe I can give you a little tour of my room?"

He shrugged, looking around nonchalantly before leaning in with a wide smile. "I think a small break from the party wouldn't hurt."

I smirked, walking upstairs. I looked back as he stood there with a blush, and I cocked my head. "You coming or what?"

Seth took a deep breath, downing the rest of his drink before following me to my room. He walked quickly, slowing down when he caught up to me. I led him down the small hallway, motioning to the room at the end.

I opened the door for him, allowing him to walk into my room. "Make yourself at home."

My room wasn't super big, or super small. The walls were painted a dark garnet, with small pieces of graffiti here and there.

Seth had noticed a particular one about a girl's profile with a pained expression by my bed, looking at me with his eyes shining in awe, "You draw these?"

I nodded as I closed the door, feeling sheepish. My bed was slightly messy, the blanket crumpled at the bottom and the pillows were ruffled. It was a subtle gray theme with black in the form of pillows and stuffed animals. The posters on my wall were just some bands and movies I had taken interest in here and there. I cleaned it when I got home, so the desk looked semi-okay with my sketchbooks open with papers full of unfinished sketches. My tv was on the opposite wall of my bed, with the entertainment center semi-okay. My dresser had a bunch of little nic knacks and small toys from shows I watched.

He scoffed, "These are amazing." He then walked over to my desk, seeing the papers thrown around. He looked back at me with a smile, "I saw how good you were in art class... but I didn't know... You really have a gift."

I shrugged, "Thanks. I spent years trying to perfect my skills." I plopped down on my bed, slipping off my shoes. I gave him a serious look, leaning against my bed frame with my arms behind my head. "So, you bring me a birthday present?"

Seth chuckled as he sat beside me, kicking off his own shoes. "Maybe. Why?"

I shook my head with a smile, "Just wondering." I glanced at him nervously, before grabbing a rubix cube from my bedside table. Him being so close was so... intoxicating. The door being closed made it worse. I bit down on my lip hard, almost enough to make me bleed, to make myself focus. "Ever done one of these?"

He took it gingerly, looking at it with peculiar determination. "I've seen them around, just never got around to getting one."

I laughed as he started moving it around, "So tell me about yourself. All I know is your name's Seth, and you're in my grade."

He glanced at me before refocusing onto the cube, "Well, I'm a Taurus. Very chill, but my moon is a Leo. I'm prideful. Stubborn. I like a challenge, but if it's too much and too costly, I'll quit. I like writing." He passed me back the Rubix cube with one side completed, it was the white side. "Your turn."

I went at the cube too, "You know I like drawing. I like parties. I know I'm a Libra, but not about moons and shit. Um, what else?" I passed it back to him, the red and white side now completed. "I like rock and reggaeton. I can watch shitty movies all day, including the twilight saga. I'm a lazy bum, so lazy that even though I'm built like a god, I hate sports. Too much work, too much time spent away and not relaxing. I usually say what's on my mind, but sometimes I find myself keeping some things to myself. I'll eat junk food all day."

I looked at him in surprise, realizing I'd been droning on. He didn't seem bothered, just focused on the cube. I liked this banter, it was refreshing. The alcohol didn't seem able to curb the attraction like I thought, but it helped that I couldn't hear my inner wolf egging me on to jump him. Though, the smell was a nuisance. An attractive, fuckable nuisance.

"Well, my turn." I nodded, my mouth suddenly feeling dry. "I'm also lazy. My favorite snacks are hot chips or sweet chocolate. And..." He passed me back my rubix cube, all messed up suddenly. "Yeah."

I looked at him in confusion, his small smile and the way he went off topic threw me off. I don't know how we had gotten so close, shoulder to shoulder. I noticed the hum from his touch, it was annoyingly addictive, and everything seemed to fade away. I leaned in slowly, and it seemed that so did he. Our lips grazed slightly, and I involuntarily shivered at the sensation. I pressed forward, kissing him softly. I closed my eyes, and I felt him tense up at first, but give in after a moment of hesitance. This was it, we were kissing. He moved his mouth slightly against mine, and it was like the most sensational feeling I've ever felt in my life. I couldn't begin to describe the way it made me feel, and I quickly took back everything I ever thought or said about mates before. This was like a gift, an amazing gift that I never wanted to take for granted. My body felt like it was slowly burning from the inside, and I wanted more. I felt sober now, suddenly very aware of everything that was happening between us. I could hear his heartbeat, feel his body heat, and hear his breathing.

I suddenly made the kiss deeper with a groan, suddenly wanting more. I tasted the sweet punch and the faintest alcohol. I heard his breathing stutter though, and realized he was out of breath. I pulled away, our noses brushing softly, and I heard Seth make a small whimper, and I suddenly developed a goofy grin on my face. He looked up at me, as if coming out of a daze, and his face flushed with sudden realization. He looked away, "Sorry. That was... Sorry. I've never really made that noise before."

I gently cradled his cheek, making him face me. "I didn't mind." He rolled his eyes, and I chuckled, "It was a nice birthday present."

He cleared his throat, twiddling with the hem of his shirt in nervousness. "Would you mind keeping that... keeping our kiss between us?"

I grinned, giving him a sensual kiss. He made a surprise moan as he kissed back, and it stirred something in me that I didn't want stirred. Not right now, at least. I pulled away, my voice suddenly feeling a little tight and restrained. "Of course. I don't kiss and tell."

He shook his head with a laugh, still blushing. "So besides luring innocent young men into your room to seduce them, what else do you do in your free time?" I smiled at his comment, leaning away and onto the headboard again.

‘Xavi, where are you? I was hoping to give you your present early.’ Bella's slurred words rang in my head, and I restrained a groan of annoyance.

‘Not now.’ My harsh tone earned a growl from her, her beta wolf wanting to tear me to pieces for the disrespect no doubt, but I blocked her and the rest of the pack out again.

"Well, I like to read sometimes. It has to be really interesting and consuming though. If it doesn't have me hooked from the beginning, it's hard to really get into it."

He nodded, "Yeah, I get you. I mostly read fiction 'cause of that, but I get a little attached sometimes. Especially in romances."

I smiled, "Yeah. I know what you mean completely. It's like you're there with them, and you wish you could help or explain, but you can't and it's really..."

"Frustrating."

"Yeah."

We talked. We talked about the most minuscule and unimportant things, but we talked. It was the nicest conversation, full of snarky remarks and small battles of wit. There was a point where he almost got up and left because of how I felt about Jacob from Twilight, but after hearing my argument about how his behavior in eclipse and being mated to an infant, he accepted my point of view. Didn't entirely agree, but accepted.

"So what? You want me to say that I would do the same if I were Ellie?"

I scoffed, "I mean, I don't know! I don't agree with the last part of the game, though she did kind of help them, she lost everything she cared about."

"She was doing it to avenge her family! Joel suffered, and Abigail was a bitch! You can't just blame her when she was in grieving-"

"Nah. She was being stupid, and you know it."

"It's more complicated than that, and you know it." He narrowed his eyes, I shrugged.

"Maybe."

He tensed, as if suddenly remembering something. "Shit, what time is it?"

I grabbed my phone out of my pocket, "Ten. Why?"

He winced, "My curfews in thirty minutes."

"Oh. Well, I guess we should do the cake then."

"There's cake, and you didn't tell me." He looked at me, almost aghast at the way I had withheld dessert from him.

I laughed, "I'll get you an extra big piece, okay?"

He seemed pleased at that, and followed me downstairs. I connected back into the mind link, slightly dazed as I walked towards the first floor of the house. ‘We're doing the cake, people. Trent, use your authority. Get everyone to the kitchen for the cake. Lindsay, get the knife.’

Trent's loud voice slurred in my mind, making me wince. ‘HOLY SHIT! It's cake time! It's cake time, bitches! Get ready now! Come on! Get the fuck to the kitchen! CAKE TIME! And ice cream, yum.’

"Cake time, people! Move your drunk, sexy asses!" His out loud voice was worse, more slurred and more obnoxious, but still authoritative.

Seth laughed beside me, "He's drunk." I laughed with him, and he raised an eyebrow. "Did you text him or something?"

"Oh, yeah." I nodded, cursing myself that I forgot how humans couldn't mind link like us. There was no other human way Trent would've known about cake time. I had to be more careful.

I walked in with a giddy feeling, and sat on the bar stool by the island and right in front of the cake. Seth was beside me, and Monsè lit the candles carefully. I glanced to see Bella staring at me from across the island, and I looked away. Lindsay giggled alongside the boys, (Grayson, Raul, and Ethan) and Lance was alongside her.

Trent laughed, loud. "One, two, three!"

On queue, everyone started to sing as the lights turned off. All I could was smile and laugh at the drunken slur of everyone's voices, and feel awkward at being sang at. I looked to Seth, his drunken grin and his cheeky dimples. How had I not noticed his dimples before? They were killing me.

The song was over, and Seth raised an eyebrow as he leaned in with a whisper. "Well? Make a wish."

I blew on the candles, thinking about him. Purely him. That was my wish.

We cut the cake in squares, it was red velvet and with Oreos on top. The cream on top was decorated with a bunch of badly drawn dicks and smiley faces, done by Monsè and Lance. It was obvious which one did what drawings. The ice cream, however, was rocky road.

I handed Seth his slice, and another cup of punch. I also got a slice and a drink, and we sat by the stairs eating and talking.

"Are you going to Uber? You shouldn't drink and drive."

Seth rolled his eyes, "I think I'll be fine."

"No, really. I'll order you an Uber."

He contemplated for a bit, before someone stumbled on the stairs by us, almost falling on his cake. "Can we eat in your room?"

I nodded, "Yeah. Let's go." I grabbed a couple beers for the road, for myself mostly. Mostly was a funny word. Most. Lee. Mostly. We were upstairs in a hurry, and I went in first, placing the cans and plate on the desk. "So, wanna watch something before you go-"

I gasped, his mouth firm on mine as his hands cradled my cheeks. I kissed him back, with more fervor.

Deeper. More. I kissed him more. Sloppy, even. I sighed against his lips, this was blissful. My body was like fire, a small and spreading fire that sent shocks everywhere.

He straddled me on my bed, and I bit at his bottom lip teasingly. My hands drifted to his thighs, slightly squeezing and massaging them. He kissed me again, placing his hands on my neck. I pulled away, looking up at him in a daze. He looked at me confused, and I smiled.

"You're really pretty like this."

"Like what?" His voice was a little husky, and it made me want to mark him then and there.

"On top of me." I smiled, again, at his wide eyes before finding his lips again. I travelled down to his jaw, kissing harder, even suckling the skin lightly.

He panted, pulling away with a light moan. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be doing this."

Seth laid on the bed behind me, and I sat there in a lustful haze. I was very confused now. All I could think about were the fireworks that went off in my head, and that it wasn't there anymore. As quick as the make out session had started, it had ended. I was frustrated. I looked over, about to ask what was wrong, but saw that he was asleep now. I shook my head with a laugh, and laid down next to him. He was cute.

I closed my eyes, wishing for him again. Again, and again.

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FILE 1: WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF SMILES

⤷ word count: 1,7k

⤷ a/n: there’s no major romantic shet here, but it’s like the foundation of what’s to come

[BLACK LIVES MATTER]

⤷ TRIGGER: mentions of pills & death

“Roronoa, check the mission board.” A stack of papers land right in front of his propped feet, waking him from his light nap. Standing in front of him was no other than the assistant chief, Law. “In two weeks, we’re raiding the SMILES House.” 

Yawning, he glanced over, doing as told. Law’s right. After extensive research, their department accumulated enough information to obtain a warrant to bust down this illegal business. Doflamingo is a smart man, he evaded the police’s eyes for years now despite his brother being the chief. His eyes skimmed through the raid team while taking a mental note — Usopp, Chopper, Law, and him, along with a bunch of other extra names. Supposedly, this ambush is the most difficult in the history of the New World Station, errr, at least that’s what Zoro hears in the coffee room. 

Chief Corazon-- the name everyone addresses him as, only a select few know his real name-- lead this station ever since the retirement of ex Chief of Police, Sengoku. You and Zoro transferred into this department not long after graduating law school. As Chief puts it, it’s a miracle how you never crossed paths with Roronoa during school-- maybe he just got lost while trying to do so-- because you complement each other so perfectly: you’re academically strong, while he’s strong physically. It’s no hair-puller to know why he’s constantly paired with you.

Zoro’s train of thoughts halts as a very loud, and jumpy girl emerges from the corner, latching onto his arm almost immediately upon seeing him. “Zoro,” you cooed like a little bird, expectantly. Prior to this day, Zoro wagered that it’s easy to drive around while patrolling the area because anyone can do that, and you took him up on his little bet. It was hard, knowing the shortcuts and hidden roads within the area, but it was easy when you get the hang of it. Unfortunately for Zoro, he was blessed with confusing right with left, north and south. Call it whatever you see fit, but you can’t deny it’s like taking candy from a toddler.

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” he sighs, bringing out the iconic Starbucks cup, filled to the brim with your favorite coffee, Venti-sized. “Expensive-ass woman. You know how much that cost me?”

“Oh hunny, I know, you’re lucky I’m not asking you to pay for my rent,” you take a sip as Zoro nods along. Yeah, he’s aware of the rent surge for your apartment. That landlord of yours, what’s his name, Bella… Belle-something was a big pain in the ass, charging twice as much to splurge on gambling. He’s heard this rant so many times, he can recite it word for word.

“Y’know if you’re having a hard time with rent, then just leave. Go somewhere else.”

A pout forms on your lips, hand waving animatedly to dismiss his suggestion. “Easy for you to say, you own a house. Besides, it’s the only available one in this area. I don’t wanna go outta town. It’s hard enough to wake up on time in the morning-- what more of waking up 3 hours earlier?” You pinch his cheek, earning a groan from the man. Remind him again why he puts up with you.

“Don’t forget about our first-not-fake-date tonight,” you wink, body shimmying out of excitement. Sometime last night, you concocted the perfect date with Zoro to flaunt in front of Sanji. Zoro is to take you to the nicest park he can find and do a surprise picnic-- not much of a surprise if you orchestrated it-- whilst giving you a necklace with his initials on it-- again, nothing special especially if you’re gonna buy it. Zoro wonders why he’s even letting you use him, but then again, you pay for the propaganda, and he doesn’t have anything better to do. No rent money worries, no girlfriend to tend to, no stress that plagues the average adult. 

“Doesn’t sound like we’re dating if you call everything we do a ‘not-fake’,” his lips downturn to a very displeasing frown that marred his big-tough-guy look, while he attempts to pry your clammy fingers off said face. He doesn’t know the first thing about love, but sure as hell he’s not a dumbass.

Law pulls you aside to escort you to the Chief’s office, leaving Zoro to revert his focus back onto his reports, overlooking the new cases. A killer clown running loose, gathering a circus to cause more trouble. Nothing more than clout for a rep. 

The Massacre Solider’s, as the media dubbed, killings suddenly halted.

The Revolutionaries protesting and planning a riot downtown against the government, led by the infamous criminal dubbed as Dragon.

Firefighter accidentally sets the workplace on fire after reheating meat for too long. Damn it, Luffy.

“Hey, Zoro!” The familiar long nose approaches him, friendly as ever. “We’re partners today for patrol! Thank god it’s you.” He sobs out the last part, body turning milky white while remembering the horrid flashbacks of almost being shot at by an angry woman for notifying her about her illegally parked car in a handicap spot. The world is a scary place.

Usopp let out a huffy sigh after seeing Zoro’s nose scrunch in distaste. “No offense Usopp but Y/n is and has been my partner,” his arms crossed, gaze not leaving the paper.

The persistent sniper slides next to Zoro, slinging his arm over his shoulder despite the other shoving him off. “Yeah but the chief said that he’s borrowing her for today.”

Great.

It’s not like Zoro dislikes Usopp, it’s not like that at all. It’s just he knows he’s going to babysit the scaredy cat. Amazing how he’s a coward, yet one of the finest sharpshooters he knows. Nobody doing it like him.

The hectic, sharp alarm lights the room red, causing the policemen to spring to action. The once-chattering room fills with the sounds of rapid footsteps, police sirens, incoherent yelling, and the urgent news.

Local wealthy landlord found dead on the street, SMILES cause of death, victim unidentified.

They made it through the yellow tapes and through the crowd with the help of Usopp’s directions, and Zoro instantly remembered that face-- really, how can he forget that face when you constantly bitched about him nearly everyday. That cocky smile never left that bastard’s face despite half of the pearly whites being gone.

It was Belle...

Belle-something.

It was Belle! 

He passes by him on the staircase whenever he visits you for nonsense. The medic hoists the mass onto the gurney, and drives off, leaving the remaining team to survey the area.

His colleagues told him that the victim OD’ed on SMILES, but the marimo knew better. Although faint, his sharp eyes can see the smudged trail of blood coming from another area. This isn’t a typical overdose. Belle was dead by the time the team got here. He was murdered somewhere else and dragged into the streets for a show. A declaration. A warning. 

In short, he was murdered. And probably from the same guy who started this whole SMILES addiction.

Meanwhile as the news blared in Chief Cora’s office, your heart sunk when the anchor broadcasted the victim’s face after receiving identification for a brief moment. It was Bellemy! Holy Gorgonzolas, that’s your landlord! Crap! As fucked up as it seemed, the only thought that initially crossed your mind was Does that mean I don’t have to pay for rent? More importantly, he’s dead! Not that you feel deep remorse... he did call you a whore last week and scoped your apartment without your permission.  

“It’s a message,” Cora puffed on his cigarette, the dim lighting of the room accentuating the smoke, “He knows we’re onto him.”

He ashed his cigarette in his heart-shaped ashtray, before relighting. Paper slid across the table, a confidential report wide open. Attached to the report was a headshot of a man with fancy, bird-eye-like shades. 

“His name is Doflamingo. Known as God of the Underworld. Dangerous man,” Cora said dryly, and straight to the point. “That kid that was on TV worked under him. Bellemy.”

Your brows furrow as you flip through the pages, examining the details with careful precision. “So the assets belong to this man?” 

“Legally. I didn’t find any contract that says that Bellemy shares this property with Doffy. Doffy must’ve not liked that one of his henchmen opposed his will. We can only assume that his death was the price to pay and to promote the SMILES. Other than that, Bellemy’s apartment lots are illegally owned, so we can also assume that it’s going to be confiscated when the police connect two-and-two together. You get where I’m going with this, right?” His eyes glanced over his shoulder, expecting you to catch on with the elaborative hints he dropped. It took a while, but it clicked.

“And now I’m homeless.” Hands thrown in the air, you sighed in defeat. First it was losing your bike in the walkway, next it was having to sneak in your own office like a burglar for a last-minute report that could’ve cost your job, and now it was being thrown on the streets because you lived and paid for an illegal apartment. 

Law interjected your whine with the clearing of his throat. “You don’t have to be.” He was silently watching the events unfold before him, taking in your reactions along the way.

“You can live with us,” Corazon proposed, cutting off whatever Law was going to say. That offer left both you and Law with your jaws hanging wide open. After a second, Law collects himself and musters a very confused what. 

“I was going to say to find someplace outside of town to live!” His disbelief coated his every word, and went unnoticed. “Are you sure?”

Cora simply nods, a thumbs up affirming his decision whilst trying to convince you to take up his offer.

“Please,” Cora’s hand found its way to your shoulder, lightly squeezing it. “It’d be beneficial for both you and us. You’re part of the brains of this operation so it’s better to keep you near us. And you did say you’re homeless now.”

He nudges you once more, after seeing your silence. “C’mon, beggars can’t be choosers.”

With that one line, you concede. 

You pull out your phone and send a simple text to your date, telling him you’re taking a raincheck to pack up your shit. He never responds. Had you known the consequences of agreeing, you would’ve stayed on the streets if that could mean that he’d still be here.

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