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bernadineisreborn · 5 years

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Reality III

Draco Malfoy x Reader

A/N: Hi again! It’s me! Here’s a chapter for y’all. I was gonna make it shorter/post it sooner, but I felt like it needed an interaction with Draco and… here we are! We have finished the exposition now, and from here on out, there will be many more interactions between the reader and Draco. Enjoy!

Warnings: Possible swearing

Word count: 1661! A double-length feature!

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At the end of the school day, you made your way to the hospital wing, where you hoped to find Marcus. You needed to talk to him about a few things, but most importantly, you needed to ask him about Pansy.

You burst into the room, not taking much care to be quiet for the sleeping patients. Madam Pomfrey shot you a glare as you walked loudly through the room, looking for a bed occupied by Marcus. But as you neared the end of the hall, a weird feeling grew in the pit of your stomach.

Marcus wasn’t in the infirmary.

You approached Madam Pomfrey with caution as she tended to a young Hufflepuff girl with a bleeding leg, “Sorry to interrupt, Madame Pomfrey. I was just wondering when Marcus Redware left.”

She eyed you over her shoulder, glare still fixed in place, “Redware? He hasn’t been in here today. Or ever. Be on your way now, I’m quite busy.”

She turned her head back around and began asking the Hufflepuff some questions. You took the hint, leaving the infirmary. There was still an uneasy feeling in your stomach, and you felt desperate for the comfort of your best friend.

In returning to your dorm, you were granted your wish. Marcus was sitting on one of the chairs in the common room when you entered, book in his lap, reading intently.

“Marcus! I thought you were sick!”

He glanced up, expression immediately guilty. “Yes, well. I was… But now I’m not.” He turned back to his book.

You waited for him to say more, but he didn’t. “All right then. Do you want to go to the library? We should study for Transfiguration. And I can get you caught up on the classes you missed.”

He pressed his hand into his book, marking his page as he looked up at you, “Honestly, I’m a bit worn. I might go rest for tomorrow’s lessons instead. But, definitely a plan for later, if you’d like?”

You smiled, a bit disappointed but understanding, “Sure, Marcus. No problem. Erm, by the way, Pansy Parkinson told me to give this to you during Potions today,” you fished the small slip of paper from your bag and handed it to him, “She seemed really set on it.”

Marcus took it, “That’s weird. I wonder what it is,” he said, but no surprise or confusion twisted his features.

You stood in front of him, waiting for him to open it, and read you what was inside, but he didn’t. Instead, he turned his attention to his bag, zipping it up. Finally, he stood. He was only a bit taller than you this way, something you had always resented.

You and Marcus grew up together, even before Hogwarts you had been challenging each other and leaning on each other almost constantly. His home was close to yours, and your parents were friendly, so most of your childhood memories featured Marcus in some way or another. Marcus was simultaneously your brother and your best friend. The day you had both been sorted into Ravenclaw was one of the happiest of your life.

You were close enough with Marcus that you could tell when he was keeping something from you, and now, as you stood together, you couldn’t help but feel as though he knew something immense that you didn’t.

Anyway, Marcus smiled at you, the right side of his mouth twitching upwards and his eyes crinkling gracefully at the edges, “Goodnight, love, see you tomorrow morning.”

“Goodnight, Marcus.”

He trudged up the stairs to his bedroom, and you slumped into the chair nearest to you, stretching out your legs. It was only eight in the evening, and you had time to study a bit on your own before bed.

You laid your head against the back of the chair, letting the tension out of your neck. You sat there, relaxing, for longer than you had initially planned. In front of your closed eyelids, images danced as you slipped into a deep sleep. The swirling images shifted into a dream.

A soft-looking rabbit nibbled on grass in front of a snake. The snake had piercing blue eyes. The rabbit was unassuming. A red hawk approached from the sky, swooping and cawing with long talons on its claws. The rabbit did not hear.

The snake and the hawk charged for the rabbit, as it peacefully chewed on grass. Just as it was about to be devoured, the rabbit looked right at you, its eyes dreadfully familiar.

Your eyes shoot open, heart pumping too fast in your chest, morning sunlight streaming in through the window. There was a mild embarrassed feeling settled in your stomach at having slept in the common room. You only hoped no one had seen.

But, someone had.

“Y/N, are you alright?” came a groggy voice from behind you. Marcus stood there, concern dusting his features. He was already dressed in his house robes and appeared to be waiting for you.

You sat up quickly, “Yes, I’m fine. It was just a weird dream.”

“About what?”

You gathered your things, “Erm, can we talk about it at breakfast? I’d like your opinion on it, but I need to get ready for classes.” You started making your way to your bedroom.

Marcus called behind you, “Sure! But hurry!”

It was only ten minutes later that you had managed to change clothes, tidy your hair, and brush your teeth to meet Marcus back downstairs. He was sprawled in front of the fire, looking bored.

You crept up behind him quietly, hoping to scare him. It was a game between you two, a challenge to see who could scare the other more.

You got close enough and said “Boo.”

He jumped and desperately pulled his right sleeve down to his wrist as he turned to face you. He looked frightened, as expected, but also upset.

You laughed in an attempt to lighten the mood, “Merlin, it’s just me Marcus, do you need to go change your pants?”

His expression visibly softened, and he smirked, “Good one, Y/N. Let’s go to breakfast.”

As you walked, you began explaining the dream to Marcus. “No, I’m sure of it. The rabbit had my eyes. It was me, about to be eaten by the hawk and the snake.”

He frowned, “And you’re positive it was a hawk?” You nodded. His frown deepened, “Aw, I’ve always liked hawks.”

“Marcus, focus. That’s not all. I’ve had this dream before. Twice.”

He met your eyes, “The night you saw Draco?”

You nodded again. You had told Marcus, and Marcus only, about seeing Draco in the old hallway. Mostly because you always told him everything, but also because you had wanted his opinion. Marcus had reckoned that Draco was one-upped by Harry Potter in a lesson that day.

When you reached the dining hall, Marcus was telling you that— “You have to ask Trelawney for her opinion, there’s no one else who could give any insight. I certainly don’t know what to think of it.”

“But, she doesn’t really know what she’s talking about! What if she tells me it means that I’m dying and there’s no way around it? I’ll just be anxious!”

The kitchens were serving eggs and beans for breakfast, and you found yourself gobbling them up quite fast.

“Gross, you could eat a little slower, couldn’t you?” said a nasally voice on your left. Pansy Parkinson was there, her long legs sliding into the seat with grace.

Irritated for her interruption of your conversation, you replied, “Pansy. What do you need now?”

She made a face. “Nothing from you. I was hoping to speak to Marcus. Privately.”

She bit her bottom lip seductively. If Marcus had been hesitant to join her at first, there was a much higher likelihood that he would follow wherever she led now.

“Erm. Sure. I’ll see you later, Y/N. Wait for me outside of first hour.”

“Alright, then. See you!” you called after him, but he was already gone.

You waited for him outside of Potions, class started at 8, and it was already 7:59. He was nowhere to be seen. You had almost decided to give up and just go into the classroom when you heard someone talking.

“Boy, you must go through with it this time,” came a slow, monotone voice.

“I promise, Professor. I really have been trying. This time I won’t let you down.” The second voice was higher pitched, and nervous. You could almost hear the speaker’s heart racing.

“You’d better. My life is depending on this too, as well as those of your mother and father. Wouldn’t want to see them hurt, now would we?”

“No, sir. Of course not.”

A pause.

“Get to class before I take house points.”

Rapid footprints approached the doorway to Slughorn’s classroom, where you were standing, frozen to the spot.

The steps rounded the corner revealed a stressed-looking Draco Malfoy, straightening his tie as he walked, carrying a wrapped package alongside his school tote.

You shifted, reaching for the classroom door handle, hoping to go undetected. Unfortunately, Draco caught you, his pale hand reaching out to meet yours on the handle. You met his eyes.

He signed, a frown creasing his handsome face, “You again. Are you spying on me or something?”

“No, I was just waiting for my friend.”

“Pretty boy Redware?”

Your eyes widened, surprised that he knew who Marcus was, “Uh, yeah.”

His eyes searched yours, “What did you hear?”

You panicked, Play dumb. “What do you mean?”

His frown deepened and his face inched closer to yours threateningly, by now he was looking at you with loathing. “If I catch you spying on me again, you’re dead.”

“I wasn’t–”

“You heard me.”

Finally, he opened Slughorn’s door. You followed him inside. Every eye in the classroom was turned your way.

“Ah! Draco and Y/N, nice of you to join us!”

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belvera · 4 years

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[Lively 4 1/2 Tatami Room] Yuika Mitsumine Full Card Story

Mitsumine’s recent Halloween support SSR was not only a cute seasonal story, but also represented a step forward for Mitsumine and her relationship with the other members of L’Antica. I think it’s also a story many will find relatable -- Don’t we all get a little nervous when invite people over for the first time? I hope you enjoy!

(Some background: At the time of this card’s release (10/20/19), the fact Yuika is an idol otaku is something she hides from the other idols at 283 Production, including the rest of L’Antica. Also, while not particularly significant to the story, this card’s title reveals the size of Yuika’s apartment. 4 1/2 tatami is equivalent to just under 9 x 9 feet. Her place is tiny!)

Here is a video version of this card story if you’d like to follow along! Timestamps: Commu #1, Commu #2 , and Commu #3

Commu #1: “Not as bad as I thought.”

Location: Yuika’s Apartment

Yuika: ......Let’s see............?

Yuika: This area should be all safe, now......? I hid my idol merch away over there already......

Yuika: What to do with my camera......

Yuika: ......That should be fine to leave out, right......? Photography isn’t a hobby they’d judge me for......?

Yuika: ......Yes, I can do this! It’ll all be okay, Mitsumine, have confidence!

Yuika: ──......

Yuika: ......Fufu, man.

Yuika: How did it end up like this.

(Flashback.)

Yuika: ......So, these are the reference materials Producer wants us to watch to prepare for acting in that horror mini-drama.

Kogane: Ack......!

Kiriko: Wah......!

Kogane: Hmmm~......! I don’ know if I'm strong enough for this......

Kiriko: Kogane-chan......

Yuika: Whew, man...... We're getting spooked just from seeing the covers of the DVDs.

Kogane: It's really required that we watch all these horror movies an' dramas......!?

Yuika: Yup. They’re our reference material, so.

Kogane: Hweh~......!

Kogane: I’ll jus', hafta push through it.....

Kogane: Well, I that's what I’d been thinkin’...... But...... ──!

Kogane: Nobody tol' me it was gonna be stuff this scary~!

Yuika: Nfufu......!

Yuika: (They gave Kogatan this job even though she said she’s no good with scary stuff...... The poor thing......)

Yuika: (......Though, she’s still going through with watching everything. That Kogatan’s really got guts......)

Yuika: ──Crap!

Yuika: (Need to hide this stuff away too.)

Yuika: (......So, what’s left...... I still need to clean, and I guess I should buy some guest cups for Kogatan and Kiririn to use, too......?)

Yuika: Hmmm......

Yuika: (......This would be a good opportunity to get a set for all five of us...... It probably won’t be long before I’m inviting the entire unit over, anyway──)

Yuika: ──Uh-oh.

Yuika: Oh, no no no...... Not so fast, Mitsumine...... Let’s not get ahead of ourselves......

Yuika: ......Whew.

Yuika: This really wasn’t what I intended to happen, y’know.

Kogane: I know we gotta watch ‘em...... ! I know we gotta, but......

Kogane: I couldn’t handle watchin’ stuff like this if I’m at home all alone!

Yuika: Ahahah, I feel you there.

Kiriko: ......

Kiriko: Maybe we could all...... Watch them together......

Kogane: ...! Y’all’d be willin’ to watch ‘em with me!?

Yuika: All of us need to watch them anyway. So it just makes sense to watch them together!

Kiriko: Fufu...... Yes......

Kogane: Yuika......! Kiriko......! Thanks, y’all~......!

(Kiriko and Yuika both nod.)

Yuika: ──So, where should we host our little horror screening? Here at the office?

Kiriko: Um, well...... If we do it here at the office.....

Kiriko: ──Other people here might..... Get scared......

Kogane: Kiriko’s got a point.........

Kogane: Imagine if someone came into the office totally unaware an' saw horror on the TV. If that happened to me I'd probably start screamin’......

Yuika: Yeah.....

Yuika: (...... But, in that case, we don’t have a place......)

Kogane: ......

Kogane: ......Well, I guess, we could do it at my place then, like we usually do......

Yuika: Ah──

Yuika: (With Kogatan being so scared, we probably shouldn't watch them at her place if it can be avoided......)

Kiriko: If we can’t do it at Kogane’s place...... Maybe, I could......──

Yuika: (......Then Kiririn lives with her family...... And we’re probably gonna be really loud......)

Yuika: (............)

Yuika: ......Hey, I know! Why don’t we change it up!

Yuika: How about it, you two── Wouldn’t you like to pay your first-ever visit to my humble abode?

Kiriko & Kogane: !

Yuika: Halloween is almost here, too.

Yuika: I don’t think it’ll be anything fancier than us all snacking on candy together, but we could try and make our get-together a bit more festive──

Yuika: How’s a cozy little viewing party at my place sound?

Yuika: (Instead of “Wouldn’t you like to”, I should have said “Would you like to”.)

Yuika: (I just want to keep up my image, is all──)

Yuika: ──Alright, that looks much better! Now, there's no need to worry about them thinking I’m a freak!

Yuika: Be it Kogatan or Kiririn, my apartment’s all ready for you now!

Yuika: ──I sure hope Halloween gets here soon~.

———– Commu #1 END ———–

Commu #2: “I know I’ll be lonely after they leave.”

Kogane: ......Why are they goin’ that way!? There’s clearly somethin' scary over there...... !

Yuika: No doubt about it~.

Yuika: But unless “something scary” shows up, the plot can’t go anywhere.

Kogane: These people are too eager to go places!

Kogane: They gotta be more careful.....! Value their lives some.....!

(Clatter from the TV.)

Kogane: ......*gasp*!

(Door creak from the TV .)

Kogane: No! Don’ open it! That doors gotta have somethin' scary behind it, I jus’ know somethin’s gonna jump out~!

Kogane & Yuika & Kiriko: ......*gasp*......!

Kogane: ......H-Huh...... I guess not......?

Kiriko: Y-Yes...... It looks like we were mistaken......

Kiriko: Thank goodness......

Yuika: No, it’s behind──

(Screams from the TV.)

Kogane: GYAAAAAAAAAAAA~!?!?

Kiriko: ......Awah!

Kogane: Trickin’ us like that ain’t fair! It jus’ ain’t faaair~~~!

Yuika: A-Ahahah...... ! That was real scary, huh......

Yuika: I thought I'd prepared myself, but it still got me......

Kiriko: Yuika-chan...... You’re amazing......

Kiriko: You could tell it was coming......

Yuika: Well yeah, the flags were obvio--......

Kiriko: ......Huh?

Yuika: Oh, nothing!

Yuika: Anyway, it still really surprised me. Even though I saw it coming!

Kiriko: Fufu...... Yes......

Kogane: ──Augh! There they go again, headin’ right into another dangerous-lookin’ room...... !

Kiriko: Ah......

Yuika: Ahhh......

Yuika: ......Horror sure is a lot, huh......

(Transition.)

Kogane: ......Phew~......! Horror really wears ya out, don’ it...... !

Yuika: It sure does...... I guess that’s one way watching these movies is helping us prepare for the drama shoot.

Kiriko: In the drama...... We’ll just have to do our best......

Yuika: Uh-huh.

Yuika: We’ve gotta make like in those movies and run right into all the dangerous-looking rooms -- Or maybe try carrying around an obviously haunted doll!

Kogane: Yuika~! Don’ go sayin’ stuff like that!

Yuika: Ahahah, sooorry.

Kogane: When yer dealin’ with ghosts the best thing to do is try an’ fool ‘em...... ! Or even better, hit ‘em with the ol’ “Trick-or-Treat”!

Kiriko: Yes......!

Yuika: Uh? But why?

Kogane: I hear sayin’ "Trick or Treat” is also a way of wardin’ off evil durin’ Halloween. So I bet it works jus’ as well for wardin’ off ghosts!

Kiriko: It’s the first time...... You’ve ever invited us over......

Kiriko: So we thought it’d be nice...... If we brought you something......

Kogane: Me an’ Kiriko thought of it together!

Kogane: An' if one of them ghosts from the movies tries to pay us a visit, we’ll make ‘em go away with a “Trick or Treat”!

Kogane: Anyhow! Trick or Treat, Yuika~!

Kiriko: Trick or Treat...... Yuika-chan......

Kogane: Here’s the candy we brought, so now it’s yer turn, Yuika~!

Kiriko: Fufu...... Yes......

Kiriko: We tell Mr. Ghost...... See you another time......

Yuika: Oh, you two......

Yuika: ......Heh, thanks a lot.

Yuika: ──I guess it’s time to get out the candy I'd secretly prepared for my treasured guests, then!

Kogane: Nfufu~! That’s our Yuika~!

Kiriko: Fufufu...... Secret...... Candy...... ♪

Yuika: Fufuuun! Happy Halloween... Kogatan, Kiririn!

———– Commu #2 END ———–

Commu #3: “This is a conversation we’ve never had before, isn't it.”

Mamimi: That reminds me... How did the drama shoot this morning go?

Kogane & Yuika & Kiriko: !

Sakuya: Oh, yes. I’m quite curious to know the details as well.

Sakuya: Please, do tell.

Yuika: ......I’ll tell you what happened, but......

Yuika: Can you both promise that no matter what I say...... You won’t freak out...... ?

Mamimi & Sakuya: ......!

Kogane: Oh c’mon, Yuika~! Don' start talkin’ all weird!

Yuika: Ahahah, I figured you wouldn’t like that.

Sakuya: Yuika......?

Yuika: I’m sorry, Sakuyan! Anyway, it went well! No issues at all!

Yuika: In the studio hallway there were people dressed up as ghosts who'd pop out and try to scare us. Kogatan screamed the whole time. That kinda thing.

Yuika: After the shoot they brought us snacks shaped like ghosts for refreshments, and Kogatan even got freaked by those......

Kogane: Why're ya only talkin’ about what I did!?

Yuika: Well, your reactions were what left the biggest impression......

Kiriko: Fufu...... Yes......

Kiriko: The drama...... Was a scary story......

Kiriko: But the whole time...... I was having so much fun.....

Mamimi: Well isn't that a shame.

Mamimi: Considering I’ve heard that studio is haunted.

Kogane: Hweh~!?

Mamimi: There’s been a lot of ghost sightings there, don’t you know?

Kogane: H-Hweh~~~......?

Kiriko: ......!

Mamimi: Maybe what you saw in the shoot were--

Kiriko: Mamimi-chan......!

Yuika: That’s enough, Mamimin. Kogatan is probably gonna pass out if you keep going. Knock it off.

Mamimi: Boo.

Yuika: Look, you’re making Kiririn worry too.

Yuika: While I do apologize that our experience didn’t meet your expectations!

Yuika: The three of us have never encountered any actual ghosts, and we didn’t see any during today’s shoot either!

Yuika: Right, Kogatan! Kiririn!

Kogane: T-that’s right!

Kiriko: Yes......!

Mamimi: Well, that’s just too bad.

Sakuya: Fufu. How about this then, Mamimi.

Sakuya: While it won’t be the same as real ghosts, there’s still something spooky we could do.

Mamimi: ......You’re saying we should watch the drama they were in, right?

Sakuya: Ah, it’s as if you read my mind, Mamimi.

Sakuya: What do you think? We can look forward to seeing what they shot today when it airs.

Mamimi: ......Sounds pretty good.

Mamimi: And if I record it, I can have everyone’s terrified faces preserved on my TV forever.

Yuika: Oh hush, just how weak do you think we were?

Mamimi: Fufu, I guess we’re gonna find out.

Sakuya: Although it will hurt my heart deeply to watch the three of you in peril......

Sakuya: I am really looking forward to seeing the fruits of your hard work.

Kogane: Me too!

Kogane: Though, watchin’ it on my own...... Might be a bit too scary~......

Kiriko: Then......

Kiriko: When it airs...... Let’s watch it together......

Yuika: Ah!

Yuika: Oh hey, in that case! How about this!

Yuika: If it’s cool with everyone, why don’t we watch it at my place──

(Everyone nods.)

———– Commu #3 END ———–

Thanks for reading! While Mitsumine is still hiding her hobbies from L’Antica, It makes me so happy to see her slowly opening herself up to them more and more. I hope that in the near future Mitsumine will be able to invite over her friends without hiding away all the things she’s passionate about. (Just gotta wait for that Mitsumine-focus scenario event...)

If anyone would be interested in using this script (with credit of course) to make a subbed version of this card, please contact me here or on Twitter!

#The iDOLM@STER Shiny Colors #shinymas #yuika mitsumine #mamimi tanaka #kogane tsukioka #kiriko yukoku #sakuya shirase #l'antica #translation

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whoacanada · 6 years

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‘Hot Jock Contest’

2k of date night auctions, shenanigans, and awkward first meetings. A Zimbits AU where Jack never overdosed and Bitty’s gay self is comfortable with being auctioned off for charity.

Rating: Teen, no explicit anything (not this time, lol)

(100% based off an ad I saw in passing for the Chicago Gay Hockey Association’s ‘Hot Jock Contest’.)

Jack rereads the email and fights a tightness in his throat at the image attached.

“Gay men’s hockey club is holding some kind of striptease disguised as a fundraiser. It’s the perfect place for you to spread your bisexual wings. You’ll get to see cocks in jocks, Jack. The kind you can actually look at, and, hopefully, touch.”

“Parse, I don’t know if that’s the kind of image I’m supposed to be cultivating, you know?”

Jack is eight months out of the closet and still horribly, desperately single; a fact made even less palatable by his ex trying to get him laid from a thousand miles away.

“Okay, that excuse worked until you got so backed up it started affecting your game. Look, at some point you have to make yourself happy, right? Coming out is supposed to be liberating and you’ve been wallowing in your freedom because people knowing you like dick doesn’t change the fact you’re still real fucking awkward, bud.”

“Thank you for the pep talk, Kent.”

“No, I mean,” Kent huffs like he’s the one suffering through this conversation. “Go out, have fun, get laid. And take Tater, he’s a good wingman.”

Ultimately, Jack folds like a cheap suit and finds himself in clothing that is far too tight, sipping on a craft beer that is too sweet, in a loud club full of beautiful people doing questionable things.

Jack doesn’t belong here.

“I still don’t think this is --”

“Zimmboni, relax! We find you cute boy tonight, no problem at all. How about that one? Nice legs? Nice face? Look good in your bed, ah?”

“Easy,” Jack throws his teammate a warning look at tries to focus on the parade of scantily clad hockey players looping the stage. “It’s not a meat market.”

Tater snorts. “Is always meat market. Just usually you are meat on ice.”

A beefy defenseman in a blue jock and matching harness stops in Jack’s line of sight and cocks a hip to display his bare backside and the tattoo of puck on his left ass cheek. Tater whistles and earns himself a wink.

“You’re not gay,” Jack chides.

“No, but I appreciate good physique.”

The lighting changes up and so does the music before a voice comes over the speakers announcing ‘special guests in the club tonight’ and Jack barely has time to duck his head before he’s hearing Tater’s name alongside his own.

“Crisse,” Jack curses while Tater stands to accept the resulting applause.

“AM HERE TO FIND ZIMMBONI CUTE BOYFRIEND,” Tater yells gesturing at a red-faced Jack. “HE LIKES BLONDES WITH SOFT HANDS.”

The crowd goes wild, practically drowning out the music.

“Well,” Jack peeks through his fingers and sees the glitter covered announcer staring him down, mic pressed close to his Providence Blue lips. “Lucky you, we have one of those up for auction tonight.”

Blue Harness comes to a stop on the other side of the stage with the other men up for auction and Jack tries not the stare, looking for the aforementioned blonde.

“Did you see him already?” Jack askes Tater, kicking himself for falling prey to his own curiosity.

“No,” Tater whispers loudly, “but always save best for last. You have to bid, or I bid for you.”

The lights go pink and Jack leans back in his chair, forcing himself to enjoy whatever is about to happen.

“Ladies, Gentleman, everything and everyone betwixt and between,” the MC teases. “Our last lot of the evening is a feisty peach from the sunny south who can out-skate, out-bake, and out-class just about any man on the ice.”

Tater wolf-whistles while Jack stares, lost in anticipation -- too preoccupied to comment on the fact ‘betwixt’ and ‘between’ are the same thing -- as the curtain slides back to reveal a short, adorable blonde with big brown eyes and very little covering his nearly perfect body. The man sees Jack, flashes a bright, teasing smile, and Jack’s breath leaves him.

“Our very own NCAA Champion, Eric ‘Bitty’ Bittle. Bidding starts at $500.”

Jack can’t make his voice work and someone else gets the first bid -- in fact, the auction is all the way up to $2000 by the time Jack can choke out “$1500,” but Jack’s voice is drowned out by Tater’s yell of “$3000!”, and Jack nearly gives himself whiplash turning to his teammate.

“What are you doing?”

“Bad taste for you to buy your own boyfriend, so I will buy for you. You will pay me back later -- I can be best man at your wedding.”

Someone else ups it another two hundred and there’s a slight commotion on stage. Bittle, ‘Bitty’ Jack silently corrects, has taken the mic and is assessing the crowd with an amused expression amid catcalls and whistles.

“Y’all, I’m very flattered, but you know you’re just buying a date, right? And you should also know I don’t put out on the first date.”

Some of the cheers slide to boos as Bitty hands back the mic before kissing two fingers and pressing them against his bare ass, skin practically glowing against the stark-white jock and thigh-high socks. Jack’s so light headed he’s going to pass out. He’s already dead.

Tater looks like he’s about to bid again when someone sticks a phone in Jack’s face and all hell breaks loose because Tater tries to grab the thing and by the time the dust has settled Jack is being ushered to the door and the auction is the least of their worries.

“All this press and you didn’t even get laid?”

“I knew it was a fucking mistake,” Jack grunts, trying to focus on his quads and fighting the heat in his cheeks as the boys keep chirping. He’s embarrassed for more than a few reasons. The pictures that popped up online, the call to his publicist, the fact he really wanted to win that date and couldn’t handle the attention long enough to pull it together.

It’s a lot of regrets to bring to a late-season home game.

Jack’s still going through his warm-up stretches when he starts hearing a tapping behind him -- he doesn’t look, he’s too experienced for that -- but eventually, the tapping becomes small voices saying, “Excuse me? Mister Zimmermann?”

Crisse. They’re being polite. He swipes a puck near his skate and stands, ready to plaster on a smile for whatever parent is pimping out their child for a game puck when he sees a familiar tuft of blonde hair through the glass.

Oh.

Bittle waves shyly from behind a whole slew of small children in Falcs gear, face pink with the chill in the arena. He’s bundled up tight, a blue and yellow scarf around his neck, looking embarrassed but determined. He’s as handsome fully clothed as he was barely dressed the night before.

Bitty calls out something over the kids' chatter, and Jack can barely make it out.

“I can’t hear you,” Jack tries, and Bitty shakes his head apologetically.

He swipes a few more pucks from the ice and shoves them through the camera hole before motioning for Bitty to follow him toward the penalty box, which is more of a task than expected as the seats are half full and cordoned off. Jack moves ahead and raps on the door of the penalty box until the attendant, Marcus, finally lets him in.

“Jack, what’s going on --”

“You see that guy?” Jack points to Bittle, who is trying to negotiate his way past an usher one section over. “Blonde guy they aren’t letting into 109, can you go get him?”

“You know I can’t leave, kid.”

“Ugh, fine,” Jack pulls off his gloves and sidles past Marcus to pull open the side door and step out into the stands, much to the shock of the dozen or so fans sitting in the first few rows.

“Zimmermann! What the hell are you doing?”

Jack sticks two fingers in his mouth and whistles loudly until the usher turns to see what’s going on, and Jack recognizes the staffer almost immediately. Unfortunately, he also attracts the attention of every fan the surrounding three sections.

“Hey, Christine! He’s with me! Let him through!”

She waves apologetically and Bittle, bright red with embarrassment, slides past the other attendees to reach Jack, who is back hiding behind the door as fans pile up behind the glass hoping for a photo. Eventually, Bitty makes it to the penalty box and Jack cracks open the door to let him in, but not before tossing a few bait pucks to the fans in the way.

“I don’t think any of those are going to kids,” Bitty chides with his delightful accent, collecting himself and making Jack’s heart melt even as fans keep slapping the glass hoping for more swag.

“eBay,” Jack mumbles, looking down because Bittle is a solid foot shorter than him in skates. Jack could lift him easily. “Probably. Hi.”

“Hi,” Bittle returns, the red in his cheeks still bright. “Hey, I thought you were going to win the auction.”

“What?”

Marcus coughs and says, “I don’t think you’re allowed to do this.”

There’s a pounding behind Jack and he catches Poots and Snowy making kissy faces at them. He can’t flip them off with kids around but they know he wants to, the look on his face is enough. Thankfully, Bittle laughs and blows a kiss back for good measure.

“I like him!” Poots yells, skating off. “I’m gonna tell Tater!”

“That’s what I was trying to tell you,” Bittle continues. “I thought you were going to win. Then you were just gone. Hurt my ego a bit.”

“Bad timing,” Jack apologizes. “I get skittish around cameras.”

“Mmm,” Bitty hums and turns around to look at the dozen people recording them on their phones. “And this is much more private?”

“Well, you picked the venue,” Jack fights a smile and summons his courage, leaning down to whisper in Bitty’s perfectly shaped ear, “and, you’re wearing clothes this time.”

Someone slams into the boards hard enough to rock the wall and Jack spins, dropping a protective arm around Bittle. It’s Tater, grinning like a damn loon.

“LITTLE B! YOU FIND ZIMMBONI!”

“I did! Thank you again for the tickets, Alexei,” Bitty shouts back, leaning into Jack’s side. “I’m very grateful.”

Tater opens the box door and leans in, “Zimmboni, see, I am best wingman, Kenny tell you this. Also, coach pretty mad, you should come do job, now. Paid to skate, not kiss cute boy. Do that after game.”

Bitty giggles and Jack looks up to see there are only seven minutes left on the clock. “Crisse, I need to go,” he curses, looking back down at Bitty. “Where are you sitting?”

“Section 113, but how am I supposed to --”

“Go back and find Christine, the usher you were talking to, tell her Jack wants you to go to Bob’s Box, she’ll take care of you. I’ll find you after the game.”

“Okay, ‘Bob’s Box’, I can do that,” Bitty seems only slightly overwhelmed by the orders but nods dutifully, stepping aside for Jack to pull open the side door. “Wait, who’s ‘Bob’?”

Marcus snorts and Jack fights a laugh because, of course, this hockey playing angel wouldn’t know. If Jack wasn’t in love before, he sure as hell is now.

“You’ll find out,” Jack teases, leaning down once more to whisper, “and maybe tonight you’ll get a chance to see me wearing nothing but a jock strap. If you want.”

He drops a quick kiss to Bitty’s cheek, heedless of the cameras, and hopes to god he hasn’t ruined everything.

Evidently, he hasn’t because when he rears back, Bittle is staring at him with wide eyes and a bright smile, almost dazed.

“Oh, honey, I want that very much,” he sighs, reluctantly slipping through the fans and out into the stands, heading toward Christine. “See you soon!”

He’s beautiful. Jack might have a date. Hell, Jack might even have a boyfriend.

“Zimmermann! Close the damn door!”

First, however, Jack might have a League Fine.

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Cyber Space is Always Sweeter : Chapter 10

Summary: Lucy is a down to Earth, studious, responsible runaway attending Magnolia College. Natsu is a rambunctious, intelligent, pyrophilic fraternity boy going to the same school.

They don’t exactly run in the same circles and they have one hell of a history. What happens when the names and facades disappear and all that’s left are words blinking on a screen? Modern day, College/Pen Pals AU. I’m sorry I suck at intros. Rated M for Language, Adult Situations, and future sexual situations. Chapters 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9

"Can you at least try to hit me, Ice Queen?!"

After the day Natsu had, the only thing that made him feel better was sparring for a couple rounds with Gray. It had been that way since they were children, since right after Natsu had been adopted. They'd originally met in grade school but couldn't stand the sight of one another. Igneel enrolled Natsu in Tae Kwon Do after getting into too many fights at school (most of them with the raven-haired tyke) but as luck would have it, Gray happened to be in the same class. They used each other as fuel to progress ever since. In their later years, their sparring was usually reserved for days like Natsu's, where it felt like nothing had gone right and they needed to feel in control of something.

Gray's fist made contact with Natsu's chest causing the pinket to grunt loudly. "You mean something like that?" he teased, a cocky grin making its way to his lips. He knew Natsu had to be really wound up because usually his best friend didn't just leave himself open to attack like that. They'd already been going at it for a couple hours, drawing in crowds of brothers randomly and even welcoming bets, but Gray had no idea how much longer he could keep up with Natsu's fury. "Why can't you just talk about it like normal people, Fire Freak? It's like every time you get a boo-boo, I have to walk around with bruised ribs for weeks."

It wasn't long after that top of Natsu's foot slammed into that same area, making Gray wheeze as he tried to breathe in deeply. Natsu's breathing was also labored, his chest heaving from the physical exhaustion that was slowly taking over his body. The audience had faded, leaving the two of them, and they both dropped to the ground in a draw.

"Shut it, stripper," Natsu barked, dropping his forehead down to his raised knees. The day had started off so nicely, waking up from an all-nighter with Starfire. Flirting with her had made him feel amazing, not to mention she was starting to really open up to him. Then he'd gotten to workout before class in the house gym (a room on the second floor set up with random borderline dilapidated equipment). TA'ing Makarov's Chem class had proven to be the start of his downfall.

Why'd Lucy have to sit so damn close to the front? He'd barely been able to focus on the actual lesson, mostly keeping his steely gaze locked on her golden hair. For a moment she'd stared right back at him and he couldn't lie about loving the embarrassed flush of her cheeks.

But if anything was cuter it had to be the look she got on her face when she was confused. Throughout the entire class period, Natsu had to hold back laughter at Lucy's panicked looks between her friend's notebook and her own. As Makarov was running through a formula on the board, he watched as the blonde gnawed on the corner of her lips and it sparked an idea. He tutored every semester, right? What if he had a group session like the other TA's instead of just individual sessions? He could post about it and let her come on her own for help.

After class he'd gone to his seminars, as usual, avoiding the Queen Bitch as he normally did. While Sting still bothered him from time to time, the pinket still felt like the blond Sabertooth brother could do with a way better social circle. His classes had dragged on forever with him checking his laptop every two minutes for a message from Starfire. He'd already e-mailed her asking about her day but hadn't heard back yet. Natsu found himself yearning to talk to her for a majority of the day. Could you really miss someone you had yet to meet or even see?

Before making his way back to Fairy Tail, Natsu ran into the worst possible problem. Lisanna. Luckily for him, she'd been without her Bickslow puppy. She'd stopped him in the middle of the sidewalk outside Dreyar Hall and threw her arms around him like nothing had ever changed between them. Her fingers stroked his forearms gently as they spoke, her insisting on interrogating him for the sake of "catching up". They fell into a familiar rhythm and it was almost like she had never driven him to the point of ending their relationship. It was like he could forget reading those texts on her phone…

Luckily Natsu had been able to escape her clutches rather quickly after mental pictures of a certain blonde helped break the trance over him. His pain and confusion led him to march straight into Gray's room back at the house and challenge him to a sparring match just like custom called for. His best friend didn't even have to ask, able to read Natsu's eyes in order to find his answer. After a few hours, they were both sitting on the grass outside the frat house and Natsu felt like he could take on anything or anyone. A shared fist bump was the sign of silent thanks before they both went back inside to shower off.

As the water ran down his toned frame, Natsu's mind wandered. Probably what he missed most about having a girlfriend was the company. He missed the feeling of fingers carding through his salmon hair, nails raking down his back in ecstasy (or at least he hoped so). Gods how he longed to kiss a girl stupid again. There had been women that couldn't even speak right after a proper make-out session with "The Salamander". He loved turning girls to putty in his calloused hands. His thoughts were interrupted by Gray's departure from the shower room and the fraternity star found himself incredibly conflicted. Ultimately he surrendered to his more basic needs and took himself in hand, stroking softly at first. He mentally replayed his previous conquests as he worked himself up, using each one to push him further and further over the edge. After going without for a few weeks it didn't take him long to find himself on the brink of release but was surprised by what finally did it. After remembering what it was like to fuck Cana in the downstairs closet at a Grab-a-Date party during his undergrad years, Natsu's mind gravitated toward the image of a blonde bombshell wrapped up in black and red lace lingerie, warm brown eyes staring down his soul. What he wouldn't have given to know what she felt, smelt, tasted like, in that moment. It didn't take him long to finish, cleaning up shamefully before returning to his room.

Laying on his twin XL bed, towel still wrapped around his hips, Natsu mentally chastised himself for what he'd done. He had no right to think about Lucy that way. For the life of him, he couldn't even understand why he cared. In all honesty, he barely knew the girl. Every time he saw her, his mind flashed back to the night he met her for the first time. She'd walked into the room with the brightest brown eyes full of adoration, vulnerable as all Hell, and he'd completely torn her down. It wasn't entirely his fault. After his conversations with Minerva, Lucy was the last girl he was expecting to meet in Lisanna's room that night. Granted he probably could have handled the situation a bit better but after the alcohol and confusion, the grad student had been worse for wear.

And yet after all that, he still had the nerve to jack off to the mere thought of her? Natsu's stomach twisted harshly with guilt. He shook his head, as if trying to dislodge the current thoughts, and quickly shifted gears when he heard his phone alert him to a new e-mail waiting for him. Reaching over to his bedside table, he grinned when he saw that it was from his new favorite online encounter.

To: DragonSlayer666 From: CelestialBeauty42 Subj: LONG ass day

Today has seemed never ending. Tell me it's ending soon?

-Starfire

Natsu smiled at the words on his screen. Something inside him warmed at the thought that she'd rather talk to him at the end of a rough day. It became his personal mission to make her smile too.

To: CelestialBeauty42 From: DragonSlayer666 Subj: RE: LONG ass day...almost over!

^^^ As you can see, it is indeed almost over. Got any plans to make the night better? I can come up with a few if you'd like ;)

-Dragon

Pride swelled in Natsu's chest at his bold reply. While everyone thought that he had so much game, and he had been able to hook up with a few notable chicks in his tenure at Magnolia College, he still felt like he was bound to strike out at any minute. Starfire's reply helped make him feel slightly better.

To: DragonSlayer666 From: CelestialBeauty42 Subj: RE: LONG ass day...THANKFULLY almost over!

Thank you. :) And no actually. Unless 'planning to talk to you' counts?

-Starfire xx

Throwing his fists in the air triumphantly, Natsu grinned wildly. He won! At least it felt like it. Little did he know that winning would lead to yet another sleepless night spent chatting with his cyber dream girl.

So this chapter was a bit shorter but it REALLY picks up after this chapter. I’m thinking about posting the rest of the chapters all in one go. What do y’all think?

#ftfanfics #nalu fanfic #nalu fic #cyber space is always sweeter #;csias

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Filibuster: Nuzlocke Run, Part I

“We call Senator Hayden of Oregon to the floor.”

The junior senator stood from his seat and made his way to the front of the chamber. A gaggle of staffers worked behind the laptop from his office, connecting it to a large flatscreen TV on a rolling cart. Senator Sean Hayden tapped his forefinger against his smartwatch. His eyes darted between the display equipment and his fellow delegates.

Why am I impatient? Sean asked himself. The whole point is to filibuster. Technical difficulties actually help me. We even told the staff to take their time. Let them do their job.

Sean glanced nervously at his fellow statesman from Oregon. She nodded thoughtfully at him.

“It will be okay.” Senator Valdez had told him. “You just have to hold the floor and not yield your time. That’s all you have to do.”

She was a veteran in battle. This was her third consecutive term, and she had clawed and bit the most fiery of adversaries into submission. In the last session, the Minority Whip came to convince her to flip her vote and instead left crying with his own vote flipped. Twenty years of running a cattle ranch in a drought apparently weren’t enough to prepare him for the wrath of Juanita.

This was Sean’s first year in the Senate. Only his third in DC, after a short and quiet term in the House. The room was smaller, but he didn’t feel any larger inside it.

His fellow Democrats had done all they could to stop the full dismantling of Planned Parenthood. All they could do was stall the vote. Juanita had charged Sean with taking up the next four hours until Senator Jones from New York could return to DC and take the podium. She said he would think of something to take up time.

“Sir.” A young man with a crew cut tapped him on the shoulder and handed the senator a remote. “The laptop is ready. Press this button to broadcast the laptop display and sound to the TV. To make the window fullscreen, just tap–”

“Alt-Enter, I know.” Sean smiled at him and put his hand on his assistant’s shoulder. “Thank you, James. But this happens to be the only thing I will actually know how to do tonight.”

James smiled.

“Good luck, Sir. Have fun or something.”

Sean snorted and shook his head. He took a deep breath and looked back at the assembly in front of him. His eyes traced the outline of his comrades, avoiding those of his opposition. Valdez showed no reaction.

“Mr. Hayden,” The Pro Tem urged. “Please begin your presentation.”

Sean took another deep breath and adjusted his tie. You can do this.

“Thank you, Mr. President.” Sean began, nodding toward the presiding officer. “As you all know, Planned Parenthood is an incredible resource for millions of our citizens. As my marvelous colleagues have pointed out, it provides not only reproductive planning services for the people we serve, but also health screenings such as pap smears and breast exams. They provide preventative care that saves money on healthcare spending in the long run and healthcare for those who cannot afford other options. We must continue to fund and maintain this program for the safety and health of our many citizens. I implore you all to vote for the continued support of this fine institution.”

Sean coughed into his elbow, realizing his throat was already getting dry. This is gonna be a long night.

“Now, if you will indulge me, I would like to discuss a matter of procedure for my following presentation.”

Sean pressed Alt-Enter on the laptop and then a button on the remote James had given him, broadcasting a screen showing the opening credits of the original Pokemon Silver gameboy color game. The TV came to life with a chiptune theme song flying from its speakers. A chorus of groans and boos erupted from the Republican senators.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I remind you that the floor is mine. This is in the rules of our assembly, which I should hope you have all read.” Sean cleared his throat. “Speaking of rules, I will quickly go over the rules of the game I will be playing. For those of you who aren’t aware, Pokemon is a Role-Playing Video Game where the main character catches and raises monsters called Pokemon to travel the world and compete in Pokemon battles to rise through the ranks and become the world’s best Pokemon Trainer. Let’s begin.”

Sean pressed the space bar, and the game left the opening animation and opened the menu. He chose to start a new game and then turned back to the delegates, many of whom were leaving the chamber or conversing amongst themselves. Two of his fellow statesmen leaned forward on their desks. Excitement shone through their eyes as nostalgia washed over them.

“Alright, so I’m actually going to modify this game a little to make things more interesting. I’m going to attempt what’s called a Nuzlocke run.”

“Yes!” shouted Senator LaBond from Louisiana.

“Mr. LaBond, please contain yourself.” The Pro Tem interjected. “Mr. Hayden, I don’t see how this is relevant to the matters at hand–”

“Mr. President, need I remind you of procedures once more? And I assure you, this game is extremely relevant to the matter at hand.”

The presiding officer rolled his eyes and gestured for Sean to resume his presentation.

“As I was saying,” Senator Hayden continued, “A Nuzlocke run adds extra restrictions to how you play the game. In particular, I am only allowed to catch the first pokemon I encounter on each route and I must release all pokemon who faint in battle. That is, once a party member has fainted, I can never use it again. This makes the game much more challenging as you shall soon see.”

With another press of the space bar, an image of a man in a lab coat appeared on screen.

“Ah, here we have Professor Oak. I normally skip through this part, but I’ll go slow so you can read it. Okay, now we need to set the time, which is,” Sean glanced at his watch, “4:15.”

It’s only been 15 minutes? Oh jeez.

“Alright, so this early in the series you actually can’t choose the gender of your avatar. That wouldn’t come until the special edition of this generation of games, Crystal. It made some minor tweaks to the Gold/Silver versions, but I still prefer the originals myself.”

“Hear hear!” Senator Shubert from Illinois called out.

The President Pro Tem glared at him.

“You know what?” Sean paused for a second. He noticed all the Republican senators had left the room by now, along with several of his fellow party members. “I can set up a twitch chat so y’all can join in without breaking parliamentary procedures. Here, let me set that up.”

Sean turned off the TV display, pulled out of full screen, and logged into his Twitch account. He set up the windows so that both the game and the chat were open. Even the Pro Tem had turned to speak to his colleagues, ignoring the floor. Turning the monitor back on, he turned to the three congress members still paying attention to his presentation.

“My handle is RedPlanetRover, if you want to join in.”

Each of them nodded, pulling out their phones with an overeager giddiness. Messages began popping up on the screen.

JustBlake: Throwback!

HoboCop: O the nostalgia chills…

DragonDome: This is amazing

HoboCop: What are you gonna name the character?

Sean shook his head, a smirk appearing on his face.

“You know, that last part is a good question. What should this handsome chap’s name be?”

Responses came in the feed.

DragonDome: go classic with silver?

HoboCop: dems for hero and reps for rival?

JustBlake: I always just did my name lol

“You know,” Sean considered the screen as more messages flowed in. “I think I have a better idea.”

Sean used the asdf keys on his keyboard to move the cursor and spell out PlndPar.

“Alright, I can’t fit the whole thing in there, but you get the idea.”

A message entered the chat area from a new user.

VampireDick: thats what she sad

Suddenly messages started flooding into the feed as Sean continued the opening sequence of the game.

HotToxic: senates playin pokemon now? iv seen everything

Roomerang: So this is why they can’t get anything done

GingerJeans: lol maybe I need 2 run for senate

HitlersMyHomie: FUCK PLANED PARENTHOD

HitlersMyHomie: FUCK YOU HAYDEN

HitlersMyHomie: JEWS DIE DIE DIE

GingerJeans: What the fuck, man?

HitlersMyHomie: FUCKKING LIBERALS

DragonDome: Maybe we should close the chat…

“Yeah, Dragondome, you might be right.” Sean trailed off. He closed out the window with the Twitch Chat.

“Awwww,” The three spectators whined. The Pro Tem didn’t bother to scold them.

“Sorry, y’all. We gave it a try.” Sean finally got past the tutorial steps of the game. “On the plus side, we get to choose a starter now!”

TO BE CONTINUED

#Filibuster: Nuzlocke Run

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