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skyloftian-nutcase · 1 year

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The Healthcare Boys get a Work Vacation! Part 3

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Legend rubbed his eyes tiredly as he stood in the registration area, holding onto his energy drink for dear life. Hyrule had already left in a frenzy, both excited about the fact that there were escalators inside a hotel (Legend quickly realized this was Hyrule's first conference he'd ever been to), and eager to get to his classes.

“I’m surprised you didn’t immediately hiss and melt the instant the sunlight hit you.”

Grumbling, the night shifter turned to see Warriors approaching with a cup of coffee in hand. He was honestly too tired for the banter, and his friend picked up on it quickly, shouldering the bag registration had given him and throwing a casual smile. “Come on, I know where our first lecture is.”

Legend walked alongside Warriors as they headed to a class about pediatric resuscitation when his friend paused, waving someone over. The travel nurse watched a stranger approach and smiled politely as Warriors greeted her cheerfully.

The nurses exchanged pleasantries with the new person, who turned out to be a nurse administrator for a nearby hospital’s emergency department. Warriors had apparently met her back in the war. When the brief conversation ended, Legend gave a nod and a little nice to meet you before awkwardly excusing himself.

Warriors chuckled. “You know for someone as mouthy as you are, I expected you to be more talkative.”

Legend rolled his eyes. “I don’t mind people as a general rule, but I hate networking.”

“You know that’s a big thing with these conferences, right?”

Legend waved a dismissive hand. “I’m here for the knowledge, not the people.”

Warriors shrugged. “You’ll get used to it. I used to hate networking too.”

That made the travel nurse pause. “You? You’re like the most sociable, confident person I know.”

His friend laughed at that. “Being confident in myself doesn’t mean I always know how to interact with others. Also, I’m a pretty straightforward guy, and networking doesn’t always allow for that, so it wasn’t something I was all that good at in the beginning.”

Legend hummed, smiling and then chuckling. “Oh, to have been a fly on the wall when you fumbled your way through it the first few times.”

"Pff," Warriors blew breath and gave Legend a playful shove. "You'll never have the privilege of seeing that."

"I suppose I'll have to make up my own stories, then," Legend surmised before smirking. "Or just ask Time, Sky, and Wind."

Warriors bit his lip, clearly holding a rebuttal back, and he grabbed a granola bar off the snack table provided by the hosting hotel. The pair entered the next conference room to settle in for the presentation.

XXX

Time paced the hotel room nervously, reviewing the material in his mind.

He was a surgeon, damn it, not a public speaker. He didn’t know why he let Malon convince him into this.

Never mind the fact that passing on knowledge to others excited him. This was—this was different.

There was a noise from the bed and he turned to see Sky stretching and opening his eyes.

“Morning,” he mumbled from under the covers.

Time glanced at the clock to see that it was, in fact, still morning, albeit barely. “You sleep well?”

He certainly seemed like he had, though it was hard to tell over Warriors’ loud snores from last night. Time had spent most of his night tossing and turning.

He honestly didn’t know why the idea of giving a talk to emergency clinicians made him so nervous. Hyrule had helped him recognize better how to speak to his target audience, and the topic was relevant. Time was not usually someone who gave much thought or consideration to things like nerves or other people’s opinions. He just did the job.

Sighing heavily, he pinched the bridge of his nose.

Sky propped himself up a little with an elbow, tipping his head to the side. “What’s wrong?”

He wasn’t going to talk about this. He could handle this on his own. Not to mention he didn’t know how to put his anxiety into words anyway.

Sky sat up in bed and leaned against the backboard. “You nervous about this afternoon?”

Time sighed. This boy was too perceptive for his own good. “I’ve not done this before. Malon may have exaggerated in her submission on my behalf.”

Sky smiled sleepily. “I’m sure she didn’t. You’re the best trauma surgeon I know.”

“I’m the only trauma surgeon you know,” Time reminded him flatly, unconvinced.

“Well…” Sky shifted, rubbing the drowsiness out of his eyes. “You fixed me up well enough.”

Time’s heart clenched a little, and he hesitantly sat on the bed and rubbed Sky’s shoulder reassuringly. His eyes burned through the young man’s shirt at the scar left behind from the bullet wound.

“You’ll be fine,” Sky assured him, reaching forward for a hug.

Time let the pilot hold him, and if he hugged Sky back a little tighter than usual, the young man didn’t comment on it.

XXX

Four stared scrutinously at the two dishes in front of him. On the table sat two identical apple pies, baked to perfection with a barely discernible glittering glaze of sugar on top.

Off to the side, Malon and Wild stood by, awaiting the initial prediction.

“I still don’t get why I can’t be the one to predict” Wind grumbled.

“Hush, you,” Wild shushed him. “Four is the most observant and has the best chance. We’re doing you a favor.”

“Hey now, you saying we ain’t observant?” Twilight asked, his tone mildly annoyed.

“Not as observant as Four.”

A black wet nose poked over the table’s edge, sniffing hopefully between the two pies before Malon shooed Wolfie away.

“Five rupees says he’s wrong,” Wind chimed, smirking mischievously.

“Ten says he guesses right,” Wild fired back with an expression to match.

“I’m guessing the one on the left was made by Wild,” Four finally said, pointing to the pie in question.

“Moment of truth, then!” Wind shouted excitedly, immediately cutting a slice for everyone.

Malon and Wild waited patiently as everyone took a few bites of the slice. Four nodded to himself. “Yeah, this is definitely Wild’s pie.”

“I think we should try the other one to get sure,” Wind noted after wolfing down his bite.

”Ah-ah!” Malon swatted Wind’s hand just as he reached for the other pie. “The game rules state that Four guesses which pie is Wild’s, y’all taste test and come to a decision whether he was right or not, and if y’all can agree and you guess the correct baker, you can eat both pies.”

Wind pouted and took another tentative bite. “It tastes good.”

Malon raised an eyebrow. “Honey are you saying my apple pie doesn’t taste good?”

“Wha—n-no it tastes good too!”

“No, this is definitely Wild’s apple pie,” Four argued. “His pies have a specific texture—“

“Specific texture?” Twilight repeated, rolling his eyes. “Give me a break. This is Mama Malon’s pie. She stuffs way more apples in her recipe than Wild. All you gotta do is pay attention.”

Wind suddenly grew frantic at the disagreement, waving his hands. “No, no, no, we gotta get this!! Is it Wild’s or Mama Malon’s?!”

“Wild’s.”

“Malon’s.”

“GUYS!”

Four crossed his arms. “I stand by my choice.”

Twilight mirrored his posture. “You do realize you can’t out-stubborn me, right?”

The pair glared at each other, leaving Wind to be the deciding vote. Sighing heavily, the student took another tentative bite and looked no more certain.

“”Speak now or forever hold your piece,” Malon said gravely.

“And forfeit your pies,” Wild added.

Wind latched onto Twilight. “I’m going with Twi! It’s Mama Malon’s pie.”

Four’s certainty faded just a hair and then he crossed his arms defiantly.

Malon walked slowly towards the group. “The answer is—“

At that moment, the table shook as a nose poked up once more, reaching the top of the pie platter and giving it just enough wobble to stumble to the floor.

Everyone gasped. “Wolfie!!”

The perpetrator started lapping up the pie shamelessly before being chased away by an incensed Wind.

#writing #lu in healthcare #linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu four #lu sky #lu time #lu twilight #lu wind #lu wild #lu legend #lu warriors #lu malon #lu wolfie #It's ok Time you're gonna be fine #Legend and Warriors are perpetually trying to outsnark each other #but then they're also classroom besties and will whisper to each other in the back when they get bored and snicker and cause trouble #Wolfie is a Menace

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tsumiiiy · 1 year

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It hurt's

Summery : your math teacher ,Even Peters takes is anger out on you

Warning: age gap, oral, rough, manipulation, physical abuse, HE'S YOUR TEACHER!!

Evan Peters x y/n

Part 2/3

It’s been two days since the incident with m. Peters and the tension is getting unbearable

He’s always looking at you with hungry eyes , always asking you to go on the board (which you suspect is to just watch your butt)

Even in the hallway he’s always watching you , following you

You can’t take it anymore

So after school you decided to go wait in front of his class so that you two can talk

He gets out the class and jumps surprised by your little visit

- hey you , he says with a cocky smile

- hello m.Peter ,i would like to have a conversation with you , you say with a serious face

- a conversation about what , he says leaning closer

- you know what … so I want to go to a public place because knowing you , you might try to do some weird things to me

- pff you’re so boring . Well then ok , let’s go to Poliwo , they make the best pasta there !! He says walking away

You follow him to his car and get in

- you have a pretty car , you say impressed

- thanks, my dad gave it to me for my birthday , he says proudly

- oh it’s must be nice to have rich parents ..

- you have no idea

You’re watching the beautiful sunset, while slow r&b is playing in the car

You turn to watch him and the view is even better . His long blond hair , his big dark eyes ,his jawline . He’s just absolutely gorgeous !

- hey i forgot my wallet at home ,we are going to have to do a little detour, he says casually

Your are so blow away by his beauty that you just agree not knowing that you where making the worst decisions of your life

End of 2/3

#evan peters #cute boys #smut #evan peters x you

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phanfictioncatalogue · 1 year

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Fics Including Anthony Padilla (2) Masterlist

part one

A Day In LA (ao3) - sydneywhowrites

Summary: Dan stares directly out the window, hoping he won’t be included in the conversation. Phil runs a hand up Dan’s thigh and takes out the tiny remote from his pocket, making Dan’s stomach drop. He increases the vibration level up to a 5 out of 10 and Dan struggles to hold back moans. Phil, on the other hand, is as casual as ever.

All I Can Do Is Give You This And Let My Heart Play (ao3) - enbyprinceroman

Summary: Phil proposes at Six Flags.

A Stolen Ring (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan’s not normal. Why?

He's not human, he has a mysterious ring, and he hates Phil Lester. They have a strange past, one filled with bullying and avoidance, but when Dan turns into an incubus, everything changes. He struggles with his identity and cries himself to sleep most nights, yearning to be normal. And somehow the universe makes it worse by bringing him and Phil together - in the most literal sense.

Beneficial (ao3) - Allthephils

Summary: When Phil visits LA, he stays with Anthony. In fact, he crawls right into bed with Anthony and it turns out, he’s not the only one.

This is basically a meet cute in an unusual setting:) Thanks PFF Bingo for motivating me to write something silly and fun.

This ticks off my boxes for mistaken identity and sharing a bed.

Danthony 2013 (ao3) - dodo3000

Summary: Anthony is very drunk after partying with Dan and Phil at VidCon 2013 and they take him to their hotel room.

Distance Grows Between Us (ao3) - Jay (lNoControll)

Summary: Dan couldn’t help but fall in love with the boy who he met for a night and made him want to give him the moon gift wrapped in the stars with a milky way bow. Too bad he only sees him once a year on the same day and never seems to learn his name.

or literal star-crossed lovers who aren’t destined to fail.

its new, the shape (ao3) - queerofcups

Summary: The most important thing to remember is that Dan doesn't have a piss kink

one to love you sweetly (ao3) - queerofcups

Summary: Phil knows that he and Dan are just an interlude in whatever crisis Anthony is having.

Our Flaws Are Aligned (ao3) - phantasizeit

Summary: Dan and Phil are YouTubers, but they hate each other. Phil is reminded of this when he’s forced to interact with him at the Spain Creator’s Summit. Their situation isn’t helped by their complicated past when their firecracker relationship crashed and burned. When Stop, Speak, Support contacts Phil to be a headlining speaker in their tour across schools in the UK, he is more than excited, until he finds out he’ll working next to his YouTube enemy. Phil doesn’t expect their time planning the tour together to rekindle old feelings he thought he’d long since buried.

start a reaction that can’t be contained (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: He wonders what it would be like to be able to be so casually affectionate. To call Phil 'honey' in public and not care what anyone thinks about it.

(Dan and Phil and AsapSCIENCE, YouTube Creator Summit, Spain 2017.)

Sun-Kissed Confessions (ao3) - jestbee

Summary: Mostly Phil is just jealous of the way Dan seems to be perfectly at ease with the idea of kissing Anthony, but wouldn't consider it with Phil.

That Sneaky “What If” (ao3) - ExclusiveGorgeousGeek

Summary: Dan has had a huge crush on his roommate Phil for as long as he can remember, though he’s never told him.

Little does Danny boy know, the feelings are more then reciprocated.

They Just Need A Little Push (ao3) - AmazinGhoul

Summary: Ian and Anthony haven't seen each other for a long time but they both go to Dan and Phil's show in LA. While their friends want to help them get together they decide to play with them for a little while.

They See Me Rollin (ao3) - Sacirin

Summary: Dan and Phil's adventures at YouTube Creator Summit in Madrid.

Dan was reluctant at first, Phil didn't like it at all, but maybe they actually had a good time dancing tightly close at the roller disco after all. Or did they?

Untitled - danfanciesphil

Summary: Anon Request: A Phanthony prompt? Not like threesomes and such if you dont want it can be just their friendship and like maybe talking about how Anthony used to also be part of a duo but is now solo and enjoys their dinamic and such? I make no sense I just enjoy their friendship

Untitled - queerofcups

Summary: hey did you know anthony’s name is also daniel? here, have 725 words of barely nsfw, barely coherent, barely phanthony, barely fic. i give the people a near approximation of what they want.

You Fit Me Tailor-Made, Love How You Put It On (ao3) - Midgetphan

Summary: Dan maybe has fantasies with Anthony. And maybe Phil encourages it.

#will never understand how these three get along and it’s always funny - rae #phanfictioncatalogue #phan #phanfic #phanfiction #masterlists #anthony padilla #anthony #anthony masterlist

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wooyoungisbaby · 1 month

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(hi sorry im late but!) utopia, answer, star 1117, fever and oh one day at a time ofc 💖

Questions from here :) Ty for sending an ask!! <3

· Answer: what is your favorite ateez performance? This!!! I don't know a lot of performances ig, i'm still catching up on the last 5 years of #content. But!! this one is SO good, and i'm so proud of them!! it's wild how hard they're slaying the vocals while dancing :')

· Star 1117: you have 24 hours with your bias. what is the thing you are doing first? - Wooyoung and Seonghwa: Clothes shopping :3 - Mingi and Yeosang: Go to an amusement park and have fun :)) But I'd love that with Woo and Hwa as well. For all of them, the important bit is that it's smth that can be a topic of conversation as we do it so we can chit-chat casually and it's not like an interview where i just grill him about what it's like to be an idol xD After the initial thing, i'd also want them to meet my dog Lilla and see my art! Maybe sing together since i'm lil bit of singer too. Tbh i'd want them to teach me some dance moves too, that'd be fun i think, even though i'd be so so embarrassed. Oh oh!! Also I'd love to watch ateez' MVs with them and tell them my fave songs and what i love in each one. it'd be a longass session :')

· Fever: what sort of concept do you want to see ateez try? i would love for them to do a mv that's like a medieval(ish) fantasy thing ;u; some of them would have littel elf ears, Wooyoung would be a horny bard, Yeosang would be a sorcerer.. . i don't think they'd ever do this but God i want that so bad. something that's epic in the original meaning of the word pff<3 i love fantasy things like that, and i think they would slay.

· One Day At A Time: free question. take things one day at a time and don’t be too hard on yourself. i love you 💕 :')) love you tooooo and i hope you're taking your own advice eheh <3

#ask #i lova. ask gaems :')

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after-out-of-place · 5 months

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Prologue: Out Of Place After Dark

For all it was worth, which did not seem like a lot from the outside, the bar going by the name of 'Out Of Place' was a typical dive bar in San Bearino: hardly any advertisement; a single neon sign out front; no real food but light snack-food (the pretzels were overly salty to sell more drinks); and a frightening amount of branded alcoholic beverages mostly being sold at a price which seemed like you were practically stealing from the place.

What truly set the Out Of Place apart, however, was its absolute commitment to presenting guests with an extremely noisy aesthetic - a cacophony of anachronistic visuals (a cacorama, if you will) - made up out of several types of neon lighting; a wind-up grandfather clock; a coin-operated jukebox; saloon doors and at least one marble statue wearing tacky sunglasses. (There had been shag carpeting on parts of the wall at one point, but it had been deemed a 'fire hazard, what were you thinking', and thus it got replaced by two thick layers of paint and a rather gaudy piece of graffiti artwork depicting a facsimile of the building inspector with an extra set of horns. It begrudgingly got approved.) In addition to all of that, there was a small raised stage in the back, barely big enough for a six-man band.

It's here that Bubble-Glub found that they were the most at home and had been working in for a good number of years now: the owner hadn't been fussy about hiring them, even joking that their cold hands would be beneficial for serving drinks, and allowed them to keep their tips in addition to the payment (which was a living wage, but how much life does one truly have running late shifts?). Not the worst job; not the worst aesthetics Bubble-Glub had ever seen in their life; and most patrons didn't seem to care about anything as long as their glasses were full and their voices heard. The 'Out Of Place' had charm, somehow. ******

A good, strong while had gone by without major events, save for patrons in need of a lesson or two in what constitutes 'proper conduct' and a frankly bizarre string of events which led to a tab being paid off with a single coin; a pair of dice and a firm handshake - though outside of that, one event in particular did liven up the place: when DD entered the Out Of Place for the first time, and for whatever reason decided to keep coming back.

DD's dive into the Out Of Place had not gone unnoticed, to say the least, and neither had her leaving with particular guests with large tabs they could've easily paid off but never bothered to. Some nights, however, she had stuck around until closing time - and afterwards. At first it seemed like she forgot to read the time, but as the long time and nights passed the two hit it off relatively well and it became 'sort of their thing': Bubble-Glub would go through the motions of closing down and cleaning up, DD not being allowed to help out with the smaller chores even if she would have wanted to. "It's a liability thing." said Bubble-Glub, "Plus, those long nails ain't helping." "Well, don't think I didn't notice the free drinks." "On the house. I decide what my tips are for." "Pff."

****** The nights passed into whiles, passing into weeks and into stretches of time fewer than half a decade but definitely longer than a year - time seemed to pass differently in the Out Of Place, or maybe that's simply what good company does to people. DD had come in later than usual and had decided to stick around until after closing time, leaving Bubble-Glub to strike up casual conversation without the radio or other people interrupting. "Sharp eyes can't help but notice the angles at which you're sitting. Shoulder hurt?" "Eh. Long night." "There's also plasters on your fingers. What's going on?" "You're not allowed to ask that." was her response. Even if they hadn't meant it, it was rather rude of them to inquire about what a lady's fingers had been busy with this evening, she decided. "Hey, if something's up I gotta know." "Fine," she rolled her eyes. "I've been learning bass. Make sense now?" "Ah, yeah, that tracks." Bubble-Glub started stacking some of the chairs to make sweeping the floor easier for themselves. Their bioluminescent glow mixed poorly with the neon lights. "Oh dang, guess that means the lady's jamming now?" "And what if I am?" she hopped off the bar-stool. "Hey, there's a stage here. It's quiet. Ain't nobody judging." "You." "I wouldn't dare."

#mmnmm #snippet #AOoP: Out Of Place #*hey look it's the bar the band is named after*

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ficsforeren · 3 years

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Pff friends to lovers or enemies to lovers or or fwb to lovers

no wait fuck some ideas just popped up in my head

IMAGINE THIS ANON

Friends with Benefits (NSFW)

Eren is in a band and he goes on tour as an opening act for one of the biggest stars out there. He's just starting but he's popular as fuck. Being his childhood friend, it's a wonder why he still keeps being in touch with you. Maybe he's just comfortable having you around cause unlike other girls, you're not screaming his name at the top of your lungs whenever you see him. Well, not yet anyway.

You have a crush on him, everybody does, because he’s just that physically attractive. You haven’t really thought about dating him, though, and you're not sure how he feels about you. One night, as he performed in his hometown, he asked you to see him on stage and you did. He invited you to the after party, had his arms thrown over your shoulders as you got so drunk, you could barely walk straight. He drove you home, said goodbye with a kiss on the cheek but instead of stepping out of his car, you caught his lip between yours and before you knew it, his tongue was in your mouth.

"What are we doing?" he asked.

"I don't know." you kissed him again and this time, his hand slipped underneath your shirt.

"I don't want to stop," he moaned against your mouth, trailing wet kisses to your neck.

"Then don't."

It was the first time you slept together, but it wasn't the last. You both wanted to keep it casual. He was afraid of commitment, and you knew you'd be constantly jealous if this became serious. You slept with him whenever he was in town, promised to not get attached. One day, as you stepped down from his bed, you didn't linger around for long to have a conversation. You had a date with this cute boy named Armin and you couldn't afford to be late.

"Going somewhere?" Eren asked, a rolled joint stuck between his teeth as he lit it up. He was bare naked underneath the sheets, with tattoos painting his arm.

"Yeah." You hooked your bra together, throwing a little smile over your shoulder. "I've got a date."

"Now?"

"Yeah."

"But we just had sex."

You laughed. "Yeah, so?" you walked away from the bed, searching for your panties.

Eren didn't respond but there was a little scowl on his face. You didn't see it, even if you did, you shouldn't pay any attention to it 'cause you were keeping this casual, right? There was no right for him to be jealous.

He kept quiet as you dressed back into your clothes, fixing your hair and re-applying your lipstick on the vanity mirror that his hotel room provided. When you were finished, you grabbed your purse and walked to his spot. "Goodbye," you kissed him on the cheek once but before you could step away, he grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you back down to the bed. His mouth tasted like weed and a little bit of you from when he went down on you earlier. "Eren--" you tried to push him away by the shoulders but he pinned your hands against the sheets, tying your wrists together and holding them above your head with one hand, while his other one slipped underneath your dress. "Wait--"

He wasn't stopping, his tongue sliding against yours, his fingers rubbing against your clit from above your panties. Your body responded to him naturally, like how it always did. He pushed your underwear to the side, broke off the kiss just so he could suck on his fingers and coat them with saliva before he eased not one, but two fingers inside you, pumping them in and out of you until you were clutching hard against his shoulders. "Fuck, why--" you couldn't form a sentence. He crooked his fingers inside, scissoring them, and applying pressure to your clit with his thumb. His mouth was painting bruises on your neck, teeth gritting against your sensitive skin. He drove you all the way to the edge but when you began to squeeze your legs around his hand, ready to be washed away by your orgasm, he stopped.

Eren retracted his fingers, brought them into his mouth and hollowed his cheeks around them. He darted out his tongue, licking your juices off his digits, never taking his eyes away from yours as he did it.

"Have fun on your date," he said, smirking before he stepped down the bed and walked toward the bathroom. "Oh," he stopped, propping an arm against the doorframe. "It's gonna show." Seeing you frown, he tapped one finger to his neck. You blushed, knowing that you wouldn't be able to go on a date with his love marks plastered all over your skin.

***

Enemies to lovers

Imagine being his enemy from day one ever since you met each other. he's hot as fuck but he's been nothing but an ass to you and you can't stand him. One day, Eren sees you eating by yourself in the cafeteria, so he grins and walks to your table with spring in his steps.

"This is just sad," he coos, casually sitting in front of you with a cheeseburger in his hands. "So you have no friends, no lover, and your hair smells like sewer? I feel sorry for you, Sweetheart."

"Fuck off, Jaeger, I'm not in the mood." You grumble. "Also, I'd appreciate it more if you don't sniff my hair. Ever."

"I can smell it from a thousand miles away, idiot, take a shower for once." But when he doesn't hear any retort coming from you, his face grows concerned. "What? Did someone die?"

"No," you sigh, "It's just..." Your eyes dart to where Jean is sitting between Connie and Sasha, laughing so loudly that he's starting to gain everyone's attention. He's the school's jock and earlier this morning, he tripped you with his foot and whistled at you when he saw a glimpse of your panties. It was downright humiliating and you wanted to fight back but you didn't want to make a scene. you avert your gaze away before Eren notices, clearing your throat. "It's fine. Just a bit under the weather that's all."

Eren frowns, noticing where you've been looking. "Is it Jean?"

"No, it's--"

"It's fucking Jean, isn't it?"

"Eren--" but he's already back to his feet, rushing to Jean's table and grabs him around the collar.

Jean chokes out, "Yo--what the fuck--"

"What did you do to her?" Eren says through clenched teeth.

"Do what--I didn't--" Jean notices you're standing behind him with your breath hitched in your throat. "Oh. I don't know what you're talking about, Jae--"

"I'm gonna ask this one more time, you fucking horse face." Eren tightens his grip around his collar. "What did you do to her?"

Everyone is staring and you feel it's more embarrassing to keep this up so you stroke Eren's arm and pull him back to you. "Eren, nothing happened."

"You look like you're gonna cry, you idiot, something must have happened." He glares back at Jean. "Apologize to her."

"Why are you defending her so much?" Jean retorts. "Aren't you two supposed to hate each other?"

"Yeah, she's a bitch but she's mine," he growls. "And if you ever lay your fucking hands on her again, I'm gonna make sure you pay for it."

#didn't double-check this so there might be grammatical errors or typos #did this in like 10 minutes? 15?#bear with me anon this is right off the bat #i just had a realization #eren smut #eren jaeger smut #eren yeager smut #eren x reader #eren jaeger x reader smut #eren headcanons #eren jaeger x reader #eren yeager x reader

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thebeautyoffanfics · 3 years

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Im gonna just say first, you are LITERALLY carrying the tbhk fandom at this point n you seem so nice ily keep up the good work!!! Second, could I request headcanons of Aoi (female) and Yashiro with a fem!s/o whos secretly an idol/singer? If that makes sense. Ty ty!!

aoi akane x f!reader, yashiro nene x f!reader

a/n: OANFOINFSDN thank you so much;; <33 I’ve been obsessing over TBHK since the day I read the first chapter, and I honestly don’t think my love for it will die anytime soon, so! I’m glad to provide what I can <3 and thank you so much for the compliment, it genuinely means so much!! Ily ily ily, you’re so very welcome, and thank you so much for requesting!!

warnings: none <3

word count: 1,144

Aoi Akane <3

As if she didn’t think you were admirable before-

Aoi always found you gorgeous, almost too beautiful to be with her- how were you not deemed the princess of the school? Really, she didn’t deserve such a title. It should have gone to you.

Your voice? Angelic. She could listen to you 24/7 if life allowed it. No matter how casual she is on the outside, her heart is constantly skipping beats around you, and she’s mentally all over the place. You’re so talented… so beautiful…… she admires you so much….

So, when she goes to your house and sees a few notes, pictures, and cute outfits in your room, she’s instantly curious. Has her beautiful girlfriend’s talent been discovered? In what? What’s up?

“Oh, well- I’m a singer.”

“:)???”

That’s literally her expression- her cute smile doesn’t falter, but her eyes and eyebrows show nothing but… confusion-? No, she knew you were amazing- she was just… caught off guard? How had she not realized it?

You grabbed a picture of you dressed up, and offered it to Aoi. And, honestly? Her admiration went 📈📈📈 if even possible.

“Why didn’t I find out sooner? That’s incredible, (Y/N)! You look amazing, that’s really incredible!”

Hold this moment dear to your heart, because it won’t be often that you catch her off guard and get her to be this excited. She’s genuinely gawking at the photo, asking you a bunch of questions, and looking at every picture you have around-

A princess (of the school) and an idol… it almost sounds like that Barbie movie- except the two of you are in love-

If you have concerts, you’d better believe she’s attending every. Single. One. Who knows how many she missed before realizing you were an idol!! She’s going, no matter what! Standing there, cheering almost uncharacteristically, and looking at you with such genuine love and admiration.

Watching you sing, be it in your room with her, or on the stage, is one of her favorite things. Your love and passion towards it is so sweet to her, and she can practically feel herself falling harder and harder when you’re singing. Your angelic face and voice… your overall stage presence. She almost envied it, in the kindest way possible- in a way where she only looked up to you more because of it.

Aoi listens to your music constantly after finding out. Genuinely, the moment she got home afterwards, she was searching for your music, creating an entirely new playlist for it. I don’t see her as the kind to make many playlists, so consider it a big honor.

As a singer/idol, you certainly already know how to take care of yourself, and probably have others to help with it. Still, Aoi is making sure more than anyone that you’re staying healthy and happy, and not overworking yourself. She’ll make you tea if your throat gets sore, give you massages if you’re sore, and will be ready to fight anyone if they dare push you past your limit. You’re her beautiful, lovely, amazing girlfriend, and she’s going to make absolutely sure that everyone treats you the way you deserve (and that way is like a queen).

Yashiro Nene <3

To be honest, she’s slightly less composed than Aoi. But, similarly to her, Yashiro thought you hung the moon even before she knew you were an idol.

As a hopeless romantic, she thought your relationship was enough of a fairytale. She and her beautiful, talented girlfriend- it was like a dream, really.

“Hm, (Y/N). She kind of looks like you,” Yashiro would say, pointing at a picture you had from a concert.

“Pff- that is me.”

“H… HUH-?”

Sits there, looking at the picture, then at you, repeatedly for a few seconds. “That’s- that’s really believable.”

Give her a few seconds, just trust me. Once you explain a bit more, showing more pictures and such, she’s practically bubbling. If you look closely, you’ll see the sparkles in her eyes as she brags on you. Calling you cool, telling you how beautiful you are, how beautiful you look on a stage, how proud she is, how talented you are!! She’s so impressed!!! She’s so swooned!!

Yashiro is instantly a superfan. Buys your music, goes to every concert- rambles about you to yourself, since she knows it’s still a secret- she doesn’t want to risk anyone knowing that her girlfriend is an idol… BUT THAT’S STILL SO COOL AHHHH,,,

She compares it to all the romance novels she’s read! Not only does she have a girlfriend, her girlfriend is an idol! It’s like those where the girl falls in love with a famous person- or a secret identity story! Or, even somewhat secret lovers?! She’s openly dating (Y/N), but she’s not openly dating (Y/N) the singer-!

S,,, sing to her. Do it, I dare you,,

Hearing your singing through her earbuds is one thing. At a concert is another. In person, sitting with her in your room, conversation slowly died out as you both pondered what to do. Cuddling alone was nice, but the moment you suggested you sing a bit of a song you liked, she was 100000000% down.

As soon as your angelic voice starts singing the first few words, she’s… there’s no word to describe what she is- flustered? So very in love?? Feeling like she’s dreaming??? On cloud 9?? Yashiro’s sitting there, side pressed against yours, her face practically on fire as her heart does all sorts of flips. In that moment, all she can think of is how cool you are, and how much she loves and admires you.

If you keep any of the dresses from concerts, please please, do a little dress-up with her,,,, let her try on the dresses, and put some on yourself. Even hold little “concerts” that consist of instrumentals to songs you two like, holding hairbrushes and dancing around your room, pretty dresses swishing around.

When the two of you are dueting like that, spin her around a bit, then pull her in for a kiss when the song ends, should you be feeling bold. The look on her face will be worth it more than anything ever was- her red face, as she attempts to hide her expression in your shoulder. “You- You can’t just do that, (Y/NNNNN).... W-well, actually you can… I didn’t mind, b-b-but-”

Sometimes, she catches herself humming your music, and listening to it when she’s feeling down or can’t sleep. Being around you is ideal, but she knows you can’t see her any time she wants to see you- if that were the case, you’d be with her constantly. So, on sleepless nights, or when her mind gets a little too noisy, hearing your beautiful voice singing such catchy songs can usually calm her down plenty. Or at least provide a lovely distraction <3

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Kiro’s Chanting Praise Date Translation [CN]

Hi, everyone! Just a couple of notes before you begin reading. I don’t actually know Chinese so this translation was done through the power of Google Translate and with help from @keliosyfan. Thank you! 💛

The translation below contains spoilers for a date not yet released in the ENG server so please don’t look below the cut if you don’t want to be spoiled.

You can read the call that comes before the date here!~

Hope you enjoy!~

*Spoilers for future content below!*

In the depths of the Golden Palace, there is a silver-haired prince.

His palace gate is always shut and no one can enter

His figure is covered by shadows and he has never seen the sun.

His voice was cursed by a demon and could not be heard.

Guard: Find him!!

Guard: Where did he go?

Disharmonious sounds suddenly sounded in the lively market. The sound of footsteps hurriedly came from afar, arousing the curiosity of the vendors.

The guards were fierce-looking. They were wielding scimitars and looked as though they were searching for someone. One of the guards walked up to me and looked me up and down a few times.

Guard: Hey, woman.

Guard: Did you see a kid in a cloak passing by?

MC: No. I’ve been here the whole time and haven’t seen any strange people.

MC: Has the kid in question committed anything?

Guard: Humph, just a little mouse that sneaked into our master’s house!

Guard: I’ll ask you again, are you sure you haven’t seen this person? If you dare to lie….

He raised the sharp scimitar as he spoke. I couldn’t help but shrink back as I tried to keep my voice calm.

MC: I would never dare to lie to the great Lord Jinsha. I really haven’t seen this person.

MC: You can prove it by asking the person next to you!

The guard looked around. As expected, the other vendors waved to him and said that they hadn’t seen him. He snorted angrily.

Guard: Since you haven’t seen him, don’t get in the way!

The guard pushed me against the wall and ran to the other end of the alley.

After watching the family members disappear, I quietly patted the big wooden basket behind me.

MC: Alright, it’s ok to come out.

??: ….!

The wooden basket shook slightly and the straw on top was pushed aside by a slender hand, revealing messy blond hair under the cloak and a pair of bright blue eyes.

The blond kid poked out half of his head and looked side to side before smiling up at me.

MC: Don’t worry, no one ratted you out.

The vendors all around showed friendly smiles to the kid. He pulled off his mask in relief.

The kid jumped out of the wooden basket swiftly and gave me a brilliant smile.

??: But you are the one I should be most grateful for!

??: My name is Kiro. What about you?

MC: My name is MC.

Kiro: MC….

He said my name again and nodded.

Kiro: Well, I’ll remember your name and I will repay you in the future!

He said this as he put on his cloak. As he was about to leave, I grabbed his wrist.

MC: I don’t want it in the future. Can you do me a favour now? I need it quickly!

I hurriedly spoke, not letting Kiro have the chance to refuse me.

MC: Didn’t you get chased by a guard because you snaked into the mansion of Lord Jinsha?

MC: Then you can probably tell me, did you see a travelling artist like me in it?

Kiro looked at me with a slightly surprised expression.

Kiro: Travelling artist? Is there something wrong with them?

MC: They….

MC: It’s too hard to talk here. Come with me.

I looked around vigilantly, put on my veil, and beckoned to Kiro.

Passing through the alleys, the hustle and bustle gradually grew farther and farther.

I led Kiro through the city and finally stopped in front of a travelling artist’s caravan.

MC: This is my home.

MC: I am a dancer in a travelling theatre troupe. Some time ago, I passed by here from Wangcheng to make a living in the market.

MC: Half a month ago, our theatre troupe was summoned by Lord Jinsha for a dinner performance.

MC: The people at the market all advised us not to go, saying that many others were recruited by him before. They never showed up again.

MC: But we didn’t dare defy him. I was the only one that didn’t attend as I suddenly fell ill that day but the others went.

MC: After that day…. my companions disappeared.

Kiro: They didn’t come back?

MC: Well, the caravan and luggage are still here so it would’ve been impossible for them to leave.

MC: Kiro, do you think they will be sold as slaves as the rumours say?....

Kiro: Don’t be too scared. Actually, time moved really quickly just now and I only searched part of the mansion when I snuck in.

Kiro: Maybe your companions are staying in other rooms and I just didn’t get to see them?

MC: Even so….

Kiro’s comfort only slightly soothed my anxiety. However, an even greater worry was still surging in my heart. I sighed.

MC: Alas….if there is any way to save them, it would be great.

Kiro: I have a solution, wanna try?

Kiro: Actually, I was um…. a spy and took a job. So, I had to sneak into the mansion of Lord Jinsha to investigate.

Kiro: I was discovered by a guard at that moment which caused me to fail my mission. I'm thinking of how to get in again.

Kiro: At this time, let’s cooperate and pretend to be a pair of travelling artists.

Kiro: I will be the singer and you will be the dancer! To tell you the truth, I can sing very well!

Kiro looked excited, but, how could a spy be a good singer? I shook my head.

MC: It’s not that easy. I heard that Lord Jinsha’s ears are very particular and that it’s hard for ordinary singers to be liked by him….

My hesitation was interrupted by Kiro’s singing.

The moment the first note was sung by him, my eyes widened.

Kiro sang the simplest but cheerful melody. His voice was very low, his words very casual.

But such easy-going singing has surpassed all the singers I have ever heard.

It seems that he isn’t standing in front of a messy caravan but rather a lively banquet. And in that banquet, he is the focus.

The last lyrics left his mouth and Kiro winked at me and my stunned face.

Kiro: Would you like to cooperate with me now, little dancer?

[Second Part]

My cooperation with Kiro is going extremely smoothly.

In just ten days, our travelling act had gained fame in the city.

Most of this fame was because of Kiro.

For some reason, no matter how simple the ballads that are sung by him seem to have colours, pictures, and smells.

Whenever he plunged into the world of music, he would inexplicably reveal a lonely and noble breath.

People wanted to get close but they didn’t dare to do so.

MC: Sometimes I think you really don’t look like a spy….

Kiro: Wait, what are you talking about?

MC: Nothing! I mean you sing so nicely. I wouldn’t be tired of hearing it even if I listened for a hundred years!

Kiro: A hundred years? I think you could listen to it for a lifetime.

His carefree words made my heart beat faster and my ears became a little hot for some reason. I quickly changed the subject.

MC: We’ve been practicing for a while today. Would you like to take a break and go to the street?

Kiro: Okay. Now that you mention it, I feel a little hungry.

We were going to the market to search for food. When we were passing by the long rows of houses, I suddenly heard sorrowful weeping from one of the houses.

Kiro: ….

Kiro stopped. Looking through the cracks in the dilapidated door curtain, there’s an old woman crying and holding her son.

But her son was unaware of his mother’s grief and his eyes stared up at the ceiling, saliva spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this scene, I shook my head unbearably.

MC: Another person infected by a strange disease….

MC: Last time we passed by the Royal City, we heard that there were lost souls there.

MC: Who knows when the cure will be found….

Kiro: This is not a natural disease. It’s man-made.

MC: Man-made? How do you know?

Kiro: Uh….

His eyes wandered for a while before he decided to finally answer me.

Kiro: Because….I am a subordinate of the “Silver Prince”. I am investigating this matter under his order.

MC: The silver-haired prince?!

MC: It’s the “spokesperson of the demon” whose voice is cursed in the legend and likes to manipulate others…. *Changed some wording here*

I trailed off the rest of the sentence because I saw Kiro’s face becoming a little pale.

MC: I’m sorry! I forgot that you are his subordinate and shouldn’t say that to him.

Kiro: It’s okay. Do people talk about him like this?

MC: Not really….

MC: Most of the people who say that are big landlords and wealthy merchants like Lord Jinsha and people who followed suit.

Kiro: What about you? What do you think of the silver-haired prince?

MC: Me? I have no idea.

MC: After all, the noble existence of the prince is beyond my knowledge. Why do you ask?

Kiro: Oh….

MC: ….

Did I say something wrong again? Why do I feel that Kiro’s expression seems to be even more disappointed?

Should I just flatter his master?

Thinking of this, I quickly coughed and changed my tune.

MC: But, ah, I think the prince must not be as scary as the legend makes him out to be….

MC: He did send you to investigate the bad guys after all. He must be a very wise prince!

MC: As for the curse, the “spokesperson of the demon”, that must’ve been a rumour spread by others!

MC: I respect him with my heart!

Kiro looked at me and blinked, the corners of his mouth bent upwards uncontrollably.

Kiro: Pff….Hahahaha!

MC: Why are you laughing?

Kiro: Nothing, nothing. When I go back, I will convey your compliments to the prince!

Kiro: When this matter is over, he will definitely reward you greatly. You can make any request.

MC: Really? Then I’ll have to think hard about what reward I want from the prince.

Seeing him happy made me happy. I turned the conversation back to the topic at hand. *Changed some wording*

MC: So, the last time you snuck into Lord Jinsha’s mansion, was it also to investigate this matter?

Kiro nodded.

Kiro: I found an incense with a strange composition in Wangcheng. This incense has a strong aroma and is highly addictive.

Kiro: Long-term exposure will cause people to lose their souls.

Kiro: I tracked it down all the way here and finally found the main supplier of the spice; the so-called “Master of Golden Sand”.

Kiro: But he’s good at covering his tracks. If there is no concrete evidence that he sold it, then it’s difficult to convict him.

Kiro looked back at the small house as he said this, his face contemplative.

MC: Kiro, did you think of something?

Kiro: It’s just a theory that I have that has a few loose ends. It can only be verified after successfully sneaking in.

Kiro and I had a simple meal at the market. On the way back, we suddenly found a circle of people in front of the caravan.

It was Lord Jinsha’s guards.

Kiro and I quickly glanced at each other and then walked towards the caravan together.

Kiro: Is there anything wrong, sir?

Guard: You are the famous artist couple travelling the city recently?

The guard raised his jaw arrogantly.

Guard: Follow us.

(Cut to the mansion)

Dancer: MC, your solo dance is really good! Your footwork is especially light, just like stepping on a cloud!

MC: Haha, thanks for your compliment.

I absent-mindedly exchanged greetings with other travelling artists. However, the big rock in my heart never lightened up.

The evening before yesterday, the guards took us to the mansion of Lord Jinsha. They told us that he would be holding a banquet in two days and we would be the entertainers who will perform for the banquet.

Everything is going according to plan but Kiro and I both felt a little uneasy.

It felt as if we were prey on a cobweb and some kind of behemoth spider was hanging above us, its saliva dripping greedily.

And just two hours ago, Kiro was called away by Lord Jinsha’s guests, saying that he would be performing for their private banquet.

MC: It’s already afternoon, why hasn’t he come back?

Lord Jinsha’s guests must be some domineering bastards. What if they embarrass Kiro?

I was really uneasy. I finally gritted my teeth and slid out while the people by the entrance weren’t paying attention.

The Jinsha mansion is amazingly large with its luxurious gold ornaments and white jade luxuriant flowers. I hid under the shadow of the flowers, looking for the way to the guest house.

Fweet!

There was a sharp whistle from above which made me look upward.

I saw a hawk passing by a low altitude, drawing a sharp arc, and finally flying towards one of the small courtyards.

Is there anyone there?

I silently made my way to where the hawk landed.

As soon as I approached the courtyard, I heard two male voices talking in the pavilion.

??: Jinsha, the old fox, doesn’t answer our calls at all. He just pretends to be stupid whenever he mentions incense.

??: I guess that’s it.

One of the voices is low and strange. And the other….

It’s Kiro.

I carefully plucked the flowering branches and saw the familiar figure not far away.

Kiro had his back to me while leaning leisurely on the soft pillow, playing with a string of jewels in his hands.

On the other side of the pavilion stood a wealthy, middle-aged man who looked at him respectfully.

The hawk was perched on his shoulder, making a gentle cooing sound in his throat.

In the afternoon, the bright light of the scorching sun made his hair gleam and outlined the muscles on his thin waist.

The kid’s expression is arrogant and cold, like a little singer “coerced” over to perform.

If it weren’t for him still wearing that coarse cloth, I would almost think he was the deity who mastered the sun.

The light is dazzling; it’s too bright to look at.

Kiro: He has already discovered that he’s been exposed in Wangcheng’s business network and certainly won’t dare to make a public appearance.

Kiro: Tonight’s banquet, no matter what method you use, you must hold him back. If necessary, you’re allowed to make a little mess.

Wealthy Man: Yes.

Listening to the conversation between the two, there was a buzzing in my head.

Kiro actually planned this banquet? Lord Jinsha’s guests are Kiro’s people?

Isn’t he just a spy? How could he make that wealthy middle-aged man act so respectfully to him?

Before I had time to think more, Kiro seemed to have noticed something and quickly turned his head!

Kiro: Who’s there?!

[Third Part]

Those blue eyes sharply locked onto the flower bush where I was hiding. Knowing that I could no longer hide, I had to laugh out loud.

MC: It’s me.

Kiro: MC? Why are you here?

MC: I….You hadn’t come back after a while….I was worried….

Kiro was startled but the expression of the wealthy man beside him changed.

Wealthy Man: How dare you eavesdrop!-

Kiro: It’s okay, she’s with me.

Kiro interrupted him.

He shook his arm and the hawk flew away from his elbow.

Kiro stood up from the cushion. When he was about to say something, his eyes passed behind me and his pupils shrank.

I didn’t know why he looked like this. When I looked back, I was shocked.

A large number of guards were coming toward us aggressively!

Wouldn’t we be exposed?!

Kiro: Follow me!

Kiro made a decision and stretched out his hand towards me.

I didn’t dare to hesitate. I quickly ran to the other side of the pavilion with him.

Even though Kiro had figured out the layout of the mansion, the sounds of footsteps blocked our escape routes.

Seeing that there was a guard who could find us at just another turn, we couldn’t hide and had to rush into a room next to us.

Unexpectedly, the room was actually a small vault belonging to Lord Jinsha. There was a lot of gold and silver piled up but almost no place to hide.

If you were to take a torch inside, you would easily be able to see our shadows inside!

Kiro: Here, there’s a treasure chest!

Without hesitation, he pushed me into the treasure chest and jumped in after me.

The small treasure chest held the two of us in such a confined space that we had no other choice but to stay close together.

Kiro held the heavy top of the treasure chest with one hand, the slightly rapid breath escaping from his lips fanned onto the tip of my nose. It felt as though it was burning.

The swaying firelight gradually approached and stopped outside the room.

Guard: Where did they go?

Guard: You must kill him immediately after finding him!

The word “kill” made me tremble. Kiro sensed my fear and lightly pressed his large hand on my shoulder.

Kiro: It’s okay.

Just outside the door were the guards walking with the jewels under him. This was a life-or-death situation.

His embrace is so warm; it makes it feel easy to rely on him.

Guard: Over there!-

The yell outside of the door distracted the guard.

The chaotic footsteps gradually disappeared and the two of us let out a sigh of relief. We couldn’t help but look at each other.

With just a glance, my heart skipped a beat and my face flushed uncontrollably.

So close….

It was close enough that I could see the thin layer of sweat on Kiro’s forehead, the worry in his blue eyes, and the suspicious blush creeping up onto the tips of his ears.

MC: I….

Kiro: I….

Kiro and I spoke in unison and closed our mouths unanimously.

Kiro turned his gaze to the side and whispered.

Kiro: They’re gone. Let’s get out of here first.

MC: Ah, okay.

We gently pull ourselves out of the treasure chest and tidy up each other’s messy clothes.

After the crisis, what came to my mind again was self-blame.

On the eve of the banquet, the mansion was in absolute mayhem. Kiro’s plan for next week would definitely be greatly affected.

MC: Sorry, it’s all my fault….

Kiro: You don’t have to blame yourself. They aren’t looking for you.

MC: Huh?

Kiro: I just listened to what that yell was about. “Incense Person”.

MC: Incense person? You mean….

The lost soul incense secretly sold by Lord Jinsha and the travelling artists who were missing….

All sorts of clues flashed through my mind. I blurted out amidst my thoughts.

MC: That’s why he has to recruit so many travelling artists!

MC: Because travelling artists have no designated homes, no one cares if they disappear as they think they just moved on to the next city.

MC: Have my companions also….

Ominous sensations rose from my heart, my hands and feet turned cold.

At this moment, my fingers suddenly stiffened. Kiro shook my hand firmly.

Kiro: Don’t think too much about it.

Kiro: Let’s change our thinking. Since some people who tried the spice were able to escape its effects, it means that they must have been hiding somewhere from Lord Jinsha.

Kiro: We just need to find them and rescue them.

The warmth from his palm calmed my anxiety.

I grinned reluctantly at him and nodded.

Kiro: The banquet is going to start in a bit and the guards should be going to the front area. Let’s take the opportunity to go back.

MC: Okay.

I followed him for two steps out the door before I suddenly felt that something was wrong.

I lowered my head and looked at the floor tiles under my bare feet.

Although these tiles are exactly the same, the sensitivity of my dancer’s feet made me discover an anomaly.

MC: Kiro, the feel of this tile seems to be different from the others.

Kiro: How is it different?

MC: It’s almost like I’m stepping on a cloud….

Kiro’s eyebrows adjusted slightly. He walked to the floor tiles, knelt down, and fumbled with it for a while. He then knocked on the tile.

Kiro: There’s nothing under this tile.

MC: It’s empty?

MC: Could it be that he hid the “Incense Person” underground?

Kiro: It’s very possible. Let’s go down and take a look.

MC: But the banquet is about to begin. What if the guards find out that we are here investigating?

Kiro: But if we find evidence of Lord Jinsha doing terrible things on the down-low, then we won’t have to attend the party.

MC: What you said makes sense!

MC: And he doesn’t deserve to hear your beautiful singing!

Kiro raised his eyebrows when he heard what I said, his eyes bright.

Kiro: Yes. This time, his crime must be completely exposed!

[Fourth Part]

The tile opened downwards, revealing a ruined black passage; it stared at us like an abyss.

Kiro walked in front, holding on to me with one hand and the wall with the other, carefully exploring onward.

After stepping onto the last step around the corner, a light suddenly appeared in front of him.

Kiro: Follow me.

Walking out of the passage, what is presented before us is the underground treasure room of Lord Jinsha!

Boxes of gold and silver, gorgeous jewelry, expensive cloth….

Treasures even rarer than the ones above us are collected in this dark secret room.

It exuded a sparkling light under the flaming glow of the torches.

Kiro probed around and followed the flames. Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

Kiro: There is a secret door here!

We rushed to the secret stone door. Upon pushing the door open a crack, a scent of moly and a weird spice came flooding out from it.

Everyone was wearing the costumes they used for their performance but their eyes were glazed over; like a group of dolls at the mercy of others.

Like the lost souls I saw in the slums.

MC: You were right! Everyone is here!

In the depths of the crowds, I suddenly saw my companion!

She seemed to still have some form of consciousness. After hearing what I said, she turned slightly in my direction, showing me a desperate smile.

MC: Ah, come on, Kiro! We have to rescue them!

Kiro: I know. Go and call out for help-

Lord Jinsha: Who do you want to call out for, little mouse?

A voice rang out from behind us; with black malice like a serpent’s message.

Kiro and I turned around suddenly. Lord Jinsha led a large number of guards into the secret room.

He sneered and looked at us; as if he were looking at two dying bugs.

I saw his fat and ugly face. I felt my anger instantly rush to the top of my head.

MC: Why are you doing this to them?!

Lord Jinsha: Why?

Lord Jinsha: As I see it, these travelling artists are the dregs of society and have no value at all.

Lord Jinsha: They should be honoured to try the incense for me.

MC: You-!

Kiro: How could these travelling artists be worthless?

Kiro: They have travelled to many different places, danced and sang, and spread the joy of life to many others.

Kiro: They are truly priceless “golden sands” and treasures in this country.

Kiro: The only one with no value here is you.

Kiro held back some anger in that retort.

Lord Jinsha’s squinted eyes immediately turned to Kiro.

Lord Jinsha: Eh, are you the little mouse that sneaked in some time ago?

Kiro: ….

Lord Jinsha: Mouse, do you think that I don’t know who you are? You are as crazy and ridiculous as your master.

Lord Jinsha: A prince, who’s been locked in a palace all his life, wants to bring me down? You wish!

He waved his hand and the guards behind him lunged at us!

A cold light flashed in an instant, Kiro’s eyes were dazzling. He took me in his arms and spit out two words.

Kiro: Weapons down! *Changed some wording here*

When he finished speaking, the guards in front of him suddenly trembled as if someone had pitched their wrists. Their fingers released the hilts of the scimitars they were holding.

When the scimitars fell to the ground, Kiro kicked a few people out of the way and led me to the door.

Lord Jinsha opened his mouth in disbelief.

Lord Jinsha: Who are you?! Impossible! Don’t you dare try to escape!

The man stepped back suddenly and pulled down a mechanism on the wall!

In an instant, a hole in the wall appeared, and a row of arrows shot straight at us!

MC: Watch out!

My instinct was to push Kiro out of the way. In the next instant, the sharp pain of an arrow in my back hit me.

I gritted my teeth and called to Kiro with the last bit of breath in me.

MC: Kiro, get out quickly! Tell everyone this! Tell the silver-haired prince!

Kiro: The prince already knew.

My eyes widened. Before I realized what he meant, I fell to the ground.

Darkness and warmth surrounded me together.

??: Wake up, MC….Wake up….

A faint voice rang in my ear, urging me to open my eyes.

MC: Huh?....

I slowly opened up my eyes. There was a bright moon above my head.

MC: I’m here….

I looked around and found that I was still in the courtyard of Lord Jinsha, surrounded by countless royal guards escorting the other guards in an orderly manner.

The wound on my back seemed to have been cleaned and bandaged. It didn’t hurt so much now.

MC: What’s going on here?

Companion: Don’t you know?! The silver-haired prince is here!

Companion: He wiped out all the bad guys and rescued us all!

MC: What about Kiro?

Companion: Who is Kiro?

There was no need for her to answer; I have already seen him.

The golden-haired Kiro stood in the crowd surrounded by guards and attendants, and those who called him a prince.

Kiro seemed to sense my gaze. He turned his head and looked at me. He subconsciously took a couple of steps towards me before suddenly stopping again.

Kiro: I….

MC: You lied to me.

MC: Did you not trust me? We are partners yet you actually want to keep your true identity hidden….

Kiro: I don’t distrust you.

MC: What’s that?

Kiro: Ever since I was born, people have said that my voice is cursed by the demon and cannot be listened to.

Kiro: Although the royal family explained that it wasn’t a curse, everyone was still afraid of me.

Kiro: So, I can only pretend to be a shameless “silver-haired prince”.

He stared at me quietly, his every word sincere.

Kiro: You’re the only one who likes to talk to me and hear me sing.

Kiro: So I want to talk to you all the time and sing to you as Kiro.

He paused and said it again.

Kiro: Sorry, MC.

Maybe there was some kind of magic in his voice but, just listening like this, my heart swelled and thumped wildly because of his words.

But how can I forgive this “liar” so easily?!

MC: I remember that you promised me that the prince will reward me greatly after the matter is over, right?

Kiro: I remember.

MC: I’ll think of a reward now and the punishment for you lying to me, which I’ll only tell you, also.

I stretched my hand out in front of him.

MC: Your Royal Highness, please come and honour it!

Kiro’s expression stiffened as if waiting for some kind of cruel prank, and walked towards me with a guilty conscience.

The moment he leaned over, I hooked my arms around his neck.

MC: The punishment is that His Royal Highness must do whatever I say.

MC: Just say….

My lips pressed against his cheek.

MC: “I want to talk to MC for a hundred years and sing songs for her for a hundred years.”

Wind and sand rolled over the hills and the travelling artist’s caravan set off again.

They sang travelling ballads, letting the story of the silver-haired prince spread across the mainland.

Legend has it that on a bright and sunny day, the prince’s always-closed palace doors suddenly opened up and welcomed everyone.

There is no demon nor a curse; only laughter and good wine.

The beautiful and timeless singing of the prince will always be heard in the palace, making the people happy.

And wherever the singing sounds, there will be a girl to accompany him.

[End]

You can read the call that comes after this date here!~

#mr love queen's choice #mr love #mlqc spoilers #date translation #mlqc kiro #mr love kiro #mlqc #mr love dream date #zhou qiluo #I loved that ending!

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alirhi · 3 years

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This is oddly fun lol

Let's see how many of these I can churn out before I get distracted or need a break! (pff. like I need an excuse to watch the show again. Despite its flaws, I really, really love TFATWS, guys)

Without further ado, let's get down to it!

Episode 2: The Star-Spangled Man

I'm pretty sure I'm on record when it comes to my undying hate for John Walker, yes? So obviously, Bucky's grumpiness 100% stays 😂

I'm not really a fan of how much emphasis they put on the shield. I can see it as a catalyst for Bucky to go confront Sam, yes, but he wouldn't keep going "shield shield shield" like a broken record. Bucky has consistently been shown to be an empathetic man. I can't believe for a second that he'd be barking at Sam about having no right to give up the shield; he'd ask why. Sam's got shit to do, so he'd get impatient and not answer.

"Why'd you give up so easily? If you were overwhelmed, I could've helped you-" "You've been ignoring me. Like now, how you're ignoring me walking away from you." "Well, you weren't texting me about this." "You think I needed your permission?!" "No, but I was right there with Steve while he was learning what it meant to be Cap. I wouldn't mind helping you get used to-" "Then go teach him." A vague gesture toward the "Cap is back" posters. Bucky makes a face. "Steve passed the mantle to you. You fought with him. You earned it. That little shit didn't." "What do you want me to do about it?" "Just tell me why, Sam. I mean it. I just wanna understand." "Not now, Buck. I've got shit to do. You see me heading for a plane right now, right?" "This is important!" "So is this." Sam tells him about the Flag Smashers, we get our silly Big Three/Gandalf conversation.

I'm sorry, but that whole jumping from the plane scene is funny as hell, and I love all the nods they added in to jokes from the press tours that brought us this show in the first place (like ripping the sleeve off his jacket lol). I don't think I'd change a single thing from the Big Three convo to Bucky joining Sam in the warehouse.

"You're doing the staring thing again." "You're staring at your watch," Bucky points out. He knows it's linked to Redwing, he's just pointing out how dumb that line is in that situation. They're there for recon lol. They're meant to be looking around.

I don't...particularly care about the other common gripe here? Meaning, "Bucky's a civilian, so why is he allowed to randomly jump in on a military mission?" Bucky's also known in this universe as an Avenger, just like Sam, so I don't think anyone would really bat an eye at him joining. Also, I have my own agenda related to Bucky's apparent freedom to walk in and out of military/government things.

What does bug me (as funny as it is) is Bucky's animosity toward Redwing. Again... Bucky is a certified nerd. Always has been. If anything, he'd be fascinated by Redwing and Sam would constantly have to slap him away because he's leaning in too close trying to see the tiny watch monitor. "I don't trust Redwing" is just old man griping "I don't trust your newfangled technology" and that... that's not Bucky.

And that "we're not assassins" dig, and then laughing when Bucky gets upset? That's not Sam. Both of these men have shown a remarkable amount of empathy, and Sam has a background in helping traumatized vets. If he cared enough about Bucky to be texting him after Steve left, he'd care enough not to make callous jokes about his time as The Winter Soldier, whether he knows the full story or not.

The fight on top of moving trucks looks cool, but makes no logical sense. I keep trying to think of a way to explain this from a story perspective, rather than a lazy "it looks cool!" filmmaking one, and I'm coming up blank. Anyone with half a brain would have pulled over, had the fight, and then taken off. It was a fun sequence, though... Eh. I'll leave it.

When Karli breaks Redwing, Bucky doesn't say "I always wanted to do that." Again, it's funny - I love the jabs about that stupid robo bird XD - but not Bucky. In my version, he smirks and says "You're so gonna regret that."

"You were kinda getting your asses kicked before we got there." Is immediately followed by Bucky staring him down and asking, "And... how did that fight end for you?" Sam adds, "I don't see them in custody. Are-are they following in a van?" He looks around, sarcastically searching for another vehicle. Walker and Hoskins grimace at each other, grudgingly conceding that point.

credit to @dailycelebs

Seeing Walker, and having to listen to his stupid pro-government rhetoric, makes Bucky think about Steve. When we cut from the Flag Smashers back to Bucky and Sam and the closeup of Bucky's pensive face, we hear 1940s Steve angrily telling 1940s Bucky about how the higher ups in the army had already written off the POWs and were going to leave them to die. "I love our country, Buck," he laments, "but what do I do when I'm not too sure anymore about the people who run it?"

"What you always do," is young Bucky's answer, "stand for what's right, not who's in power."

Perfect lead-in to the conversation about handling things themselves.

When Sam meets Isaiah, and hears his story, not only is he horrified and heartsick for him, but he also begins to see Bucky in a new light. He's seeing Bucky's face, the way he tries to hide his emotions and not make this conversation about him, and he's putting things together. He's still upset at being out of the loop, but he's seeing more of the situation than just "omg black super soldier". When Bucky says "he'd already been through enough," Sam asks quietly, "like you?"

The racist cop comes back before Bucky can answer, to arrest him for missing his appointment with Raynor.

ngl guys, I was so moved by the difference in how that cop treated Sam (before knowing he's Important) vs how he treated Bucky (knowing that the government views him as a violent, if pardoned, criminal). He approaches Sam with his hand on his gun, eager to defend Bucky; "is this guy bothering you?" Just because they're having a heated conversation. Then, when he sees that there's a warrant for Bucky, he approaches timidly, apologizes, treats him gently and politely. By "moved," btw, I don't mean "it was so sweet." I mean "this is fucking sick, and very, very realistic." White cops see a white guy and treat him with respect regardless of his actual criminal record, while being openly hostile towards an innocent black man without even knowing who he is, just because he's black. Moments like this made me applaud Spellman.

"You, too, Sam - That wasn't a request" is Sam's first sign that there's something off about Raynor.

Look, again... The couples therapy banter is funny because Sebastian and Anthony are funny, but that scene, from a storytelling and a mental health standpoint, is atrocious. Without some underlying reason behind her actions, Raynor is just a pointlessly terrible therapist.

Rather than insulting Bucky from the outset, Sam is angry with Raynor for violating Bucky's privacy by not only introducing herself as his therapist, but forcing a "couples" session without her patient's consent. With his background pre-Avenging, he knows this shit shouldn't fly. He immediately points out how unprofessional she's being.

Raynor doesn't bother listening - the fuck does she care, really? She shrugs and casually admits it's "slightly unprofessional" but proceeds anyway.

"Whatever's eating at him?" Sam scoffs. "Did you really just say that to a WWII veteran and the world's longest-serving POW with complex PTSD? Did I hear that right? I've had, maybe, like five conversations with this man since we met, and even I know he's been through some shit and-" "Sam," Bucky tries to interrupt, looking uncomfortable. With his crushing guilt, he has an easier time dealing with insults than someone coming to his defense. "No," Sam snaps. "If the HIPAA Slayer over here wants to drag me into this, she's damn well gonna hear what I have to say!" He turns back to Raynor and demands, "Is this how you've been treating him this whole time? Downplaying what he's been through and making a grown-ass man sound like a sulking teenager?" Raynor keeps her cool, but barely. Visibly frustrated and annoyed, she ignores Sam's tirade and tries to force the conversation back onto the track she wants it on. Bucky's embarrassed and doesn't know how to react to any of this, so he still makes that little "he would talk less" jab. Sam, seeing that he's not going to get anywhere with him until they're away from this bitch, glowers and plays along. We get our silly/angry banter.

After their argument with Walker, Sam finally confronts Bucky about what really happened to him.

"He meant HYDRA; HYDRA used to be my people." "Were they?" Sam asks, stopping him and looking him in the eye, not letting him look away or deflect. "Steve was under the impression that they were your captors. I was under the impression that the Wakandans spent two years deprogramming you so no one could use you the way HYDRA did ever again." "I-" Startled, not expecting that, Bucky stutters a little and admits, "Yeah, I... That's true, I guess." "You guess?" "Does it matter? Sam rolls his eyes. "I dunno, does it matter that you were a slave for most of the 20th century?" "I doubt it matters much to my victims." "HYDRA's victims," Sam corrects firmly. "Just like you." Bucky fidgets; he doesn't know what to do or say. No one since Steve has even so much as insinuated that Bucky wasn't 100% culpable for what he did while under HYDRA control. "Look," Sam sighs, "I don't particularly like you. I don't hate you, but I'm not your biggest fan." "...Thanks?" "I just need you to know where I stand-" "Yeah, got it-" "-So you know I'm not biased like Steve when I say you had no choice. I don't know your story, but I know no one flips on a dime from docile and plagued with guilt to an unstoppable killing machine and back without some serious psychological damage behind that. I'm not saying you're an innocent little bunny, but I don't think you're a monster." "Thanks," Bucky croaks, more sincerely this time, and a bit choked up. He clears his throat and looks distinctly uncomfortable as he grumbles, "but to catch these guys, we may need to talk to a monster." Sam cringes. "I was afraid you'd say that."

#sebastian stan #anthony mackie #tfatws #tfatws critical #fan ramblings #show rewrite #if i'd written it #episode 2

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high-warlock-of-brooklyn · 3 years

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The Devil's in the details, and Cupid's in STI clinics

Ao3 LINK

Summary: “Come on! We’ll make a day of it!”

“No.”

“It’ll be like when we were kids- like a boy’s night out!”

“No!”

“Come on, Alec!”

“For the last time, and I can’t believe I have to say this, no, I will not go to a STI testing with you!”

Jace is persuasive, Alec really hates his brother, and Cupid is laughing maniacally from wherever that bastard hides from people.

For @shadowhunterbingo Square filled: First Date

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“Come on! We’ll make a day of it!”

“No.”

“It’ll be like when we were kids- like a boy’s night out!”

“No!”

“Come on, Alec!”

“For the last time, and I can’t believe I have to say this, no, I will not go to a STI testing with you!”

Alec rolls his eyes. He puts the last washed dish to dry on the rack, then grabs a kitchen towel to dry his own hands, all the while Jace’s breathing is loud on the speakerphone.

“I’m pretty sure my neighbours can hear you breathing, idiot.” Alec rolls his eyes, switching from speakers to handset with a tap.

“It’s important to stay safe, brother, even if the frequency of someone’s sex life might qualify them for priesthood.”

Alec rolls his eyes. “Fuck you, asshole.”

“Yes and we both need to be tested before anyone does that.” Jace’s chuckle comes out as tinny, the call quality clearly dropping. “Tell me, since when’s the last time you got tested?”

“Last year.” Alec answers after a beat.

“As someone who cares about your physical well being, I am concerned. As someone who cares about your love life, I am concerned with a capital C.”

“You’re insufferable.” Alec rubs his temple wearily. “Fine, I’ll go with you.”

“I’ll pick you up at ten.” Jace says. “Wear sensible shoes.”

“I hate you.”

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Alec does, in fact, hate him at least a tiny bit. Especially since he’s twenty minutes late. In pouring rain. On his only day off in two weeks. Finally at a quarter to eleven, Jace’s old Toyota shows up.

“What the actual fuck, dude!” Alec yells at him as soon as the door opens.

“I’m so fucking sorry, okay?” Jace notices the tremors in Alec, and turns the heat all the way up.

“What the hell happened?” Alec rubs his hands together to generate more body heat. “I’ve called you like a hundred times.”

“The car got stuck. I got down to see what’s wrong, and my phone slipped out of my pocket and into a puddle. Then I saw the tire got punctured. I had to run home and get a stepni.”

“For the love of God.” Alec swears.

“Do you still wanna go today?” Jace asks. “I won’t mind if you say no. I know you’ve been working at the office for weeks straight.”

“I’m fine. Let’s just get this over with.” Alec sighs. “Besides, you’re right. Health is an important issue. Especially if you’re disowned by your parents and have to live on your own without any safety net to fall on if you do accidentally catch something.”

“Hey, you know you always got me and Izzy, right?”

“I know.” Alec gives him a tight nod.

“Hey Alec, you know what I just realized?” Jace smirks with a hidden joke. “You’ve got a friend in me.”

“If you play that song on a loop again I swear to God!” Alec warns.

“Too late!” Jace hits the aux button with a shiteating grin.

Alec groans into his hands. “I hate you so much.”

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“Er- Jace?”

“What?”

“Jace!” Alec hits his brother with his elbow. “What do I say?”

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t just go and say whatever comes to mind!” Alec sounds horrified. “What am I gonna ask, ‘hey come here often?’ Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Just go up and ask about our appointment.” Jace nudges him towards the counter.

“Our appointment was seventy five minutes ago! I can’t just go there and ask about it after we’re so late!” Jace detects the slight panic in Alec’s voice.

“You’re asking them for a rescheduling. With only one other patient in the office waiting. It’s not even that big a deal. Just go up to the counter.”

“We need a game plan.” Alec seems ready to plan a battle from the look of it.

“You goddamn introvert.” Jace shakes his head. “The receptionist is not a monster. They’re not gonna try to eat you for trying to reschedule!”

“Hi there!”

Jace and Alec jump just as the partition slides open all of a sudden, the cheery voice of the receptionist floating through. The pancakes from breakfast sit heavier in Alec’s stomach with every second he spends looking at the receptionist.

“Sorry to jump you both like this.” The beautiful man smiles. “But we’re going on break soon and since we have a birthday party later, we were wondering if we can finish up with all the appointments before we take a long break. I really hope you understand.”

“Oh, yeah, of course, I mean- we totally understand- whatever we can do to- actually you know what, our appointment time’s already over, I mean- how important is a STI checkup? Pff, not much, I’ll say.” Alec chokes out a nervous laugh.

“God, it’s like looking at a trainwreck in slow motion.” Jace covers his eyes with a hand.

“Um….” The receptionist- Magnus, Alec reads the name card- looks between the two of them confusedly.

“What this human disaster here,” Jace sends a disappointed glance towards Alec, “was trying to ask is, can we reschedule an appointment from about an hour and a half ago? We had a flat tire and the rain really blocked the roads.”

“I’m sure I can squeeze you in for a quick swab test.” Magnus smiles sweetly, tapping away at the computer. “Someone will be with you shortly.”

“Thank you.” Alec offers him a small smile.

“So, couples coming together for tests is very good for the relationship.” Magnus nods knowingly. Alec feels like he’s choking on air.

Jace chuckles, sarcasm heavy in his voice. “Oh yeah, we were practically joined at the hips since we were ten. But Chucklebunny here turns out wanted to be joined at the hearts too. He always says I’m the one for him, and vice versa of course.”

“You’re so annoying.” Alec rolls his eyes at Jace’s antics.

“You wuv me.” Jace counters.

“Doesn’t make you any less annoying.”

“Mr Lightwood?” A woman in blue scrubs comes in, a board in hand. “We’re ready for you. Follow me please.”

“Go get’em tiger.” Jace pats Alec as he gets up. Alec gives him the middle finger casually.

“My name's Dr Catarina Loss, I will be doing your exam today. I know this is an invasive procedure so if at any point you feel uncomfortable, just let me know, and I’ll….”

Catarina’s voice wafts away as she directs Alec to the exam room. Jace settles in with a magazine from the table, waiting for his turn.

“Who’s that cute boy with Cat?” Meliorn walks up to Magnus’s station, signing out for his break.

“Alec Lightwood. He’s here to get tested.” Magnus answers forlornly. “With his boyfriend.”

“All the hot ones are taken, huh?” Meliorn sighs.

“Tell me about it.” Magnus nods in agreement.

Simon runs in, chart board in hand. “Magnus, you got my next patient?”

“Shouldn’t you be on your break right now?” Meliorn points out from behind the counter.

“I’m pulling in some extra time.” Simon shrugs. “What? I need the new Nintendo switch.”

“You do you.” Magnus hands him a receipt. “Here you go, patient details.”

“Thanks.” Simon nods before calling out the name. “Uh, Mr Herondale?”

“That’ll be me.” Jace smiles. “Oh hi there.”

“My name’s Simon.” The brunette smiles. “ Please follow me. I’m gonna prep you before Dr Roberts can do your check up.”

“Well, Simon, you can prep me anytime.” Jace winks. Simon’s ears tinge pink with blush as he walks the blonde to an exam room.

“Did he seriously just flirt with Si while his boyfriend’s getting tested?” Magnus looks at their disappearing forms.”Un-freaking-believable.”

“Maybe they’re in a poly relationship, Magnus. Don’t judge.” Meliorn tuts.

“Well, I’m pretty sure Mr. Lightwood's not.” Magnus shares a look with his coworker. “Anyway, you’re right. None of my business.”

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“Overtime is awesome.” Simon practically skips his way towards the reception. “I have a date!”

“Cool!” Meliorn fistbumps the brunette. “Who is it?”

“It’s that patient I prepped for Maia earlier. He plays the piano and he’s coming to see the band later.”

“Did he say anything about who he came with here?” Magnus asks, ignoring the warning look Meliorn sent his way.

“Yeah, he said his brother can take the car and won’t mind if I gave him a lift to the venue after I get off of work. He even joked that his brother would probably be mad that he pulled this. Why?”

“Brother, huh?” Magnus cocks an eyebrow. Meliorn looks at him pointedly. “What! He asked out Simon. That makes it our business.”

“What are you talking about?” Simon looks between the two, confused.

“Hi again.” Alec walks up to the counter. “Do you have the payment receipt for me?”

“Hello.” Magnus turns to look at Meliorn shaking his head one last time, before deciding to just day fuck it to professionalism. “Can I talk to you privately for a moment?”

“Uh, sure.” Alec nods, clearly thrown off track. Magnus walks up to the waiting lounge away from the counter, Alec hot on his heels.

“Is there anything wrong with my test?” Alec asks, distraught. “I know I should get checked at least every six months, but last year’s been so busy and I-”

“It’s not about your test. I’m so sorry, it must’ve seemed like that.” Magnus smiles apologetically. “We won’t have the results till tomorrow anyway.”

“Oh.” Alec's expression clears for a moment, before turning more confused. “What did you need to speak to me about then?”

“It’s about your boyfriend.” Magnus takes a deep breath. “I think he’s cheating on you.”

“What?” Alec asks, looking a little lost.

“I know, I’m so sorry.” Magnus winces. “I probably shouldn’t have been so blunt. It’s a terrible thing to hear, I know. He asked out one of our nurses and I had to tell you.”

“Um.” Alec offers his input in the conversation, ever so eloquently.

“One of my coworkers told me you guys could probably be poly, which again, is fine, but after those things your boyfriend said about you thinking he’s the one for you, and vice versa, I just had to say something.”

“Wait. You-” Alec narrows his eyes. “I’m not poly. I don’t have a boyfriend. We’re not dating.”

“Oh my God, please tell me you guys aren’t married.” Magnus feels horrified. “Simon’s gonna be devastated if he finds out.”

“Who the hell is Simon?” Alec feels the conversation is changing every other second. “What are you talking about?”

“Hey Alec, there you are!” Jace walks in, car keys spinning in his finger. “Can you take the car home? This cute nurse gets off duty in ten minutes and we have sort of a date, if you catch my drift.”

“Are you serious right now?” Magnus’s eyebrows threaten to vanish into his hairline. “Talking about cheating right in front of the man you married?”

“Married?” Jace looks at Alec, questions clear on his face. “What is he talking about, Alec?”

“I don’t know exactly.” Alec looks back at Magnus. “We’re not married. We’re not dating. He’s free to date all the people he wants.”

“What?” Now it’s Magnus’s turn to lose track of the conversation.

“Yeah, and it’s almost double the amount of people because my brother here never actually goes out to date.”

“I’m busy with work, okay!” Alec protests weakly.

“Wait, hold on. Brothers?” Magnus looks at the two. “You two look nothing alike.”

“I’m adopted.” Jace clarifies.

“Oh.” Realization finally dawns on Magnus. “Wait, then why did you say those things earlier?”

“I was joking?” Jace shrugs. “I thought it was obvious.”

“Oh, my God.” Magnus tries to hide his face behind his hands. “I am so, so sorry. Oh God what have I done! Please don’t report me.”

“You were just trying to save someone from a bad relationship.” Jace shrugs. “Nothing to report.”

“Better a false alarm this time than an actual abusive one slipping by next time.” Alec smiles. “Though watching DuckTales with Jace snoring should qualify as abuse on its own.”

“Rude.” Jace glares at his brother, mumbling something about bloodthirsty beasts. “Listen, it’s been about ten minutes and I really think I have a shot with Simon. I gotta go.”

“I’ll take the car home, don’t worry.” Alec nods. “You can come by tomorrow to get it.”

“Thanks, bro.” Jace pulls Magnus aside while Alec finishes up with payment at the counter. “We good here?”

“Yeah we’re good.” Magnus gives him a nod of acknowledgement. “Sorry I accused you of cheating. On your brother.”

“It’s cool.” Jace shrugs. “Speaking of brother, you should ask mine out.”

“You think he’d be interested?” Magnus looks back at the man signing some papers at the counter.

“I think he started stammering when he saw you first, he couldn’t be gayer if a very gay spider bit him, and lastly,” Jace spares a glance at his brother, “he’s the best man I’ve ever known. He deserves someone who can look out for him. Like you did today.”

“Besides, there’s nothing wrong with a little fun at least.” Jace shrugs. “I’m pretty sure Alec’s forgotten what that word even means.”

“I’m over at the counter, not in a different room you idiot. I can still hear you.” Alec’s glare is imminent. “And I’m plenty of fun. It’s just yours and mine definition varies. By a lot.”

“Is that so?” Magnus cocks an eyebrow. “I have two tickets to the ice skating rink tomorrow. Maybe you could join me, that is, if it fits your definition of fun?”

“Yeah.” Alec smiles. “I’d like that.”

“Now are you glad I dragged you here?” Jace’s eyebrow wiggle meets Alec’s death stare.

“I still hate you.”

#shadowhunterbingo #shadowhunters #the shadowhunter chronicles #magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec #malec fic #jace herondale #simon lewis #meliorn #tsccreatenet #jay.fic

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mochi-marie · 3 years

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❝ 𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗜𝗦 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗦.. ❞

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 : bakugo katsuki x gn! reader

𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝗳 : march 4th, 2021

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 : so, this is new, right ? pff, so, i was bored and decided to write this after thinking about how much i actually dislike holding hands so... enjoy ? this wasn't really taken seriously, it's something casually created out of boredom and it's been a long, stressful day so.. have this jumbled mess of words that i slapped together lazily ! ( sorry i didn’t know how to end it HSBSNS- ) 🤡💛

"So when are you going to tell them about your painfully obvious crush on them?" Kaminari thought aloud, chin resting lazily on the palm of his hand, elbow leaning across his desk and out of the seat in favor of leaning closer to his hot-headed friend. The question, directed at the blonde, made his shoulders go rigid and tense, eyebrows furrowing as he turned to look over his shoulder. "What the hell are you talking about?" "Well it's pretty obvious!" was Kaminari's only response, lips pursed in mild boredom as his palm traveled to his cheek, smooshing his face into his hand. "I wouldn't be surprised if they already knew how much you liked them-" "What are you talking about?" Bakugo repeated, louder, voice trying to hold from yelling loudly.

While normally there would always be a scowl permanently painted onto his face, there were few days where Bakugo was more docile than what was expected. These days were spent with strong, hard stares, an occasional frown, and tired huffs when people ( such as Kaminari ) would get on his nerves. Today happened to be one of those blessed days, yet Kaminari obviously did not seem to care whether or not he ruined that day's streak of having no outbursts.

"You know, (name)!" "What about them?" Kaminari narrowed his eyes, huffing a bit as a cheeky grin broke out onto his face, emphasizing his point with a wave of his hand -- "Don't you have a crush on them? When are you gonna finally admit it?"

"WHAT?!"

Kirishima shook his head, having listening in silently for the better part of the conversation. "He is right Bakugo; it's kind of obvious..." the red-haired male murmured the last bit of his sentence, rubbing his neck with a nervous toothy smile. His eye only twitched, breathing out of his nose heavily, annoyed, before sitting back into his seat, straight as a board. When annoyed, just ignore, right?

He should have known that the strange tactic would never work on his strange group of friends.

"Oh c'mon! Wouldn't you like to be in a relationship with them?" Kaminari asked, laying on his desk at this point with how far he was leaning forward to try and get a reaction out of his easily-provoked friend. "Bakugo, you can't hide it forever, y'know? If you like them-" "Shut up." "But-" "I said shut up!" Kirishima sighed at the defensive response.

"But if you were in a relationship with (name) you can cook them food! You get to hold them! You can hold their hand and-"

"Hand holding's for losers."

"Bakugo!!" Kirishima sighed, shaking his head as he leaned on his side against the desk, looking to his best-friend with a knowing and yet playful glare with a smile gracing his lips. "You know you can't hide it forever. We," Kirishima gestured between himself and Kaminari, of who was grinning widely and nodding vigorously along, "-know you won't hide it for that much longer. So why not admit it already?" "Yeah, I mean at this point if you don't admit it then it's kinda creepy, given how much you stare at them..." Kaminari added, scrunching his nose in what seemed to be deep thought.

His ear's burned in embarrassment, pink no doubt flashing across his cheeks in flushed embarrassment, grumbling under his breath with a scowl growing on his face. He didn't stare at you that much, did he? "Shut up! I don't stare at anybody, you damn extra!" "Uh, that's a lie-" "Shut up before I-" Bakugo had rose from his seat, eyes aflame with embarrassed anger before a hand rested on his back -- a soft touch, barely a pressure against the fabric of the classroom uniform. Judging by the way Kirishima's face broke out in a soft grin, along with Kaminari biting back a smirk with his lips caught between his teeth, Bakugo knew exactly who it was. Who it always was; the one who made him melt under their very gaze :

"(name)?"

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Apollo

Birdcage

Warnings: Swearing, possessive and controlling behavior, reader is cheesy and lame.

I may have gone a little overboard whilst making the banter between Apollo and the reader. But I do want to have a little bit of variety when it comes to Y/N. They can’t always be the same so I think making them an adorable smartass made this a lot more enjoyable. With that in mind, please enjoy (and I’m sorry that it took so long)

Alone, that’s What the bald eagle had been for a large part of his life. It’s not that he didn’t have friends or something. It’s just that most of the time, or at least nowadays. He’d prefer to be on his own. Sure, every once in a while he’d go out and interact with the world outside. But mostly, he’d prefer to sit alone by the beach or by himself at a cliff side. Because of his scary demeanor, not a lot of people approached him, but that was fine with Apollo. He didn’t exactly put in effort in getting to know people so why should he expect them to put in effort with him.

It was an ordinary day, Apollo was standing by his garden, reading a book about how to take care of his many different specimens of flowers. When he heard the sound of footsteps approaching him. Turning around to look at whoever ran up to him, he let out a barely audible exhausted sigh. It was you. You had certainty been very stubbier during these past days. Every now and again, you would walk up to him and try to talk. At first he payed no mind to it, but it had started to get a little annoying. He didn’t understand you, you were only wasting your time trying to befriend him. There were so many other villagers that you could spend your time with, so why would you take the time out of your day to talk with him? An old eagle who never even really engaged much with your conversations.

Although, as much as he hates to admit it, he found your determination kind of endearing. It don’t make it any less annoying, but at minimum he found it cute how you thought you could break through to him. He had made it clear to you that he didn’t want to become closer to you, yet you kept returning to him. If it were him he’d have given up by now. But I guess that’s the difference between you two.

This time you had started talking about your day, about all the different people you had interacted with, any fossils you had dug up and your plans for the island. When you asked him about these things he’d simply reply with: “the usual” and nothing more. This is how most of your interactions had gone. Short and sweet, or at least on his part. But this time, you had done something new. You had given him a present. It was wrapped with a light blue paper and bound together with a dark blue ribbon. It looked awfully adorable and Apollo already knew he wasn’t gonna like it. Or well, so he thought. As he opened the present he was surprised to find an aran-knit sweater and a student cap, both in the lovely shade of black. These clothing were...they were simply great. He really liked the combination. But he hated the fact that he liked the gift. But, he was an up front eagle, if he liked something, he’d thank the person giving it to him.

“...thanks puh” he said, giving you a small pat on the shoulder. As he did this your eyes lit up and he could see a goofy smile form on your lips...god dam it. He could feel something arise in him, a warm sort of feeling. Even if he hated to admit it, you were starting to grow on him. Apollo had some problems, especially when it came to stepping out of his comfort zone. Everyone saw him as a stoic and scary person so he never tried to be anything but that. But, seeing you smile like that, running off with glee. It made him feel...something? He wasn’t sure what, he told himself that it was pride, pride for being able to make someone smile like that. But he knew himself that it wasn’t that simple. He would have to keep an eye on you.

A couple of weeks later he woke up with some new letters, most of them were ordinary, just some letters from Nook inc and happy home designer. But then he got to the last letter of the pile. It was from you. As he opened it up he felt himself become skittish. Curiosity started to arise inside of him, this had been the first time you had written him a letter. Sure, talking with him was one thing but writing him a letter? You don’t just nonchalantly write someone a letter. It could be about nonchalant stuff, but for you to have sent this to him, you’d have to go through a lot of unnecessary work instead of just talking to him.

“Dear Apollo, Hello!” Great start.

“I wanted to write this letter to let ya know about the concert that’s gonna be held on our island. You never really talk to a lot of people so I just wanted to make sure you knew of it.” Ah yes, the concert. The one and only K.K. Slider was going to preform. It hadn’t been easy to get him to come, the island had to have a 3 star rating. Of course, you had been the only one to actually help with getting the rating up, but Apollo did contribute a little bit. While you had been running around, crediting outdoor furniture. Apollo had been tending to his garden, one time you had come up to him and asked where he bought all his flowers. He of course told you and sure enough, a couple days later he had found a bunch of new flowers growing on the island. You had good taste in flowers, he had to give you that. He’d started to dig up some of the flowers just to be able to inspect you whilst you planted new ones. He found you very fascinating. Your careless nature made him believe that you would t be able to handle growing flowers. But you were surprising delicate when handling the beautiful plants.

“It’s on Wednesday, I hope to see you there! Yours truly, Y/N”

Hmm, intriguing. For whatever reason, Apollo had found himself reading the letter, over and over again. Something about it, the handwriting, the wording, even the faint smell of what appeared to be some sort of herb. It was driving him nuts, he couldn’t figure out what about the letter that made him feel so strange. “Yours truly” what a formal way of ending a letter. Elegance he hadn’t expected from you. Yours truly, that was the part that he reread the most. Well, that does it. he’d made up his mind. At first he doubted if he would even go to the concert, but now he’s certain he’ll go.

Wednesday had arrived. The whole day Apollo had been strangely excited. It was gonna be nice to hear some tunes from Slider, he actually liked his music more than he’d like to admit. So really, getting an opportunity to hear some of his other stuff was gonna be nice. K.K. Slider had appeared at dusk, although he took some time unpacking his stuff. By this point, everyone had gathered around the plaza. Everyone but him. He was standing a bit away, inspecting what was happening. He hadn’t seen you at the plaza, which is what confused him. Wouldn’t you be there? You were the one who had worked so hard to get him here?

He pondered going back, but his thoughts were interrupted by someone laying a hand on his shoulder. Turning around, he was reviled to find that it was just you. Not that he wouldn’t be able to take down potential threats, but it was much nicer to find a small human instead of a potential danger. You were wearing very casual clothing, a pair of shorts and a flowy Hawaiian shirt. Everything about you said “relaxed”. From your clothes to your posture to your chill smile. “Whoops, haha. Sorry if I scared you Apollo, didn’t mean to sneak up on you like that” you had said, a slight smirk creeping onto your mouth. Apollo quickly puffed up, returning to his normal state.

“Don’t flatter yourself kiddo. You couldn’t scare me if you tried” Apollo said, looking at you. In response you pulled your hand up to your chest and let out an exaggerated gasp. “Kiddo? I’ll have you know I’m an adult, my good sir!” Your tone was very playful as the previous smirk had turned into a full-blown smile. Apollo could feel the corners of his lips twitched slightly as you did this action. It was very childish, but it was kinda charming. “Really? You could have fooled me, puh. You’re very short” he retorted back, letting out an amused chuckle. This made you quirk and eyebrow, shit-eating grin still very persistent on your face. “Ha! You’re smiling! I got the oh so stoic Apollo to smile! admit it, you like me” You said as you wiggled you’re eyebrows as you scotched closer to him. Apollo rolled his eyes, his smile still remaining. “Tsk, at most I tolerate you” As he said this, he ruffled your hair. You pushed his hand away as you gave him an annoyed look. “Ach! Not the hair! You know how long it took to make it look this nice?” You took some time to fix your hair, but the damage was already done.

“Should we go to the plaza?” Apollo asked you. “Pff, nah. Let’s just stand around here like a bunch’a schmucks” you said as you grabbed a hold of his arm. “Come on!” Apollo let out a dissatisfied grunt as you pulled him along to the concert.

The concert started with a song called “Welcome Horizons”. While it wasn’t exactly Apollo’s favorite type of music, it was a cute little tune. However, in the middle of the song he could feel you gently grab his hand. It surprised him as he hadn’t really payed any attention and hadn’t expected you to do that. When he made eye contact with you he could see the small panic in your eyes. Your face flushed red and you hastily pulled your hand away. You turned your head away from him out of embarrassment, not daring to look in his eyes. Apollo felt a gentle smile bracing his lips, how cute. This time, it was his turn to be persistent. And so, without a word, he took your hand in his. He felt your entire body jolt at the contact but soon you relaxed into the grip, even beginning to stroke his feathers with your thumb.

After that, the concert continued. People requested songs and for the most part, you and Apollo stayed close as the music played. After a while K.K. looked at Apollo and asked him for requests. To which Apollo happily replied with “K.K. Rock”. All in all, the evening went swimmingly. After an hour or two, everyone departed. You and Apollo walked home together, talking about your favorite songs and such. As you got to his house you stopped him.

“Wait, Apollo. Would you like to, I don’t know. Hang out for a little bit? We could go to the beach if you want-OH! There’s this tree growing at the top of a mountain, and it’s growing these great apples that are soooo good! Like they’re really sweet but at the same time kinda sour. Of course we’ll need a latter to get up, unless you can fly. Which by the way, can you fly? It’s been on my mind since like...forever-“

“Y/N” Apollo disrupted your big speech, feeling like his nonexistent ears were gonna fall off. Realizing that you had babbled your face turned scarlet. This made Apollo chortle, if it had been anyone else he would have found it annoying. But when you did it, it was quite endearing. “I guess I should start calling you blathers now eh?” He quipped, wrapping a wing around your shoulder. “Don’t you dare!”

In the end, you two had decided to go for a walk around the island. It had been very pleasant, the two of you were talking about life. And that included Apollo, while he didn’t tell you everything, he actually engaged in the conversation. Soon the sky had turned dark and you followed him home.

“I had a lovely time Apollo. Thanks for hanging out with me” you said as a cold wind swept through the area. “Are you cold, puh?” He had asked you. “Hmm? Oh, yeah kinda. I probably should have taken a jacket with me huh?” You said as you gave him a sheepish smirk. “Why don’t you come in for a while? I can make some coffee and you could continue to tell me about how you broke your arm when you were younger?” Apollo had suggested. He’d tried to be slick, but to you it was very obvious that he wanted to continue talking. “I’d love to”

The next morning, you had woken up to the feeling of sunshine on your face. It had leaked through the blinds of Apollo’s bedroom and you let out a couple of dissatisfied groans as you slowly rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. Grumbling to yourself you tried to get up. Only to have yourself pulled down towards the bed once again. You looked back to see Apollo, wrapping his big arms around your waist. He too let out a grumble as he buried his beak into your neck, brushing his feathers against your soft skin. You let out a soft sigh as you smiled. “Good morning handsome, slept well?” In response to this, Apollo simply hummed a little to confirm it. “Hey? Since we’re...ya know...could could I call you Polly? Get it? It’s like a play on your name but also the classic parrot name? Do you get it? I’m so hilarious” Apollo simply dragged his wing over your face sluggishly, as to find an off switch.

The two of you laid there, talking to each other for a couple of minutes. Soon you started to wriggle out of his grip. Apollo wasn’t having it and pulled you closer to his body. “Hey, Apollo. I have to get up, I still have my duties as island representative. We can still hang out later” You once again tried to get out of the birds grasp. “No” Apollo had said sternly. Now his grip on you became even tighter. “How about this, I can stay for breakfast. But then I have to leave. However, once I’m done with all my tasks, we can hang out. Maybe go on a real date? If you’d like” you tried to bargain. But your words fell on deaf ears. “You’re not leaving me Y/N” now he was starting to push you of.

“Hey! I have a life outside you know. You can’t just ignore me for months and then turn around in a couple of days like we’ve been together for weeks! I’m gonna go, you’re not gonna stop me” this time you didn’t wiggle it move gently. You shoved him away from you and stood up from the bed. But he responded with the same level of aggression. Just as you rose up you felt something attach itself you your ankle, it was one of Apollo’s claws. Before you could think, he stopped the sharp talons upwards, effectively tripping you up and made you land on your face. “OW! APOLLO WHAT THE FU-“ “I SAID YOU AREN’T LEAVING! AND THAT’S FINAL!” Apollo had now raised his voice. Making you coward in under his gaze. After a few seconds, Apollo’s eyes softened. He let out a low sigh as he once again pulled you into his arms.

“Look what you made me do, I didn’t want to shout. But you gave me no choice, puh. Let’s just continue to rest for a while now” Apollo pulled you both down, he began softly stroking your arm whilst he preened your hair. At this point your heart was beating faster then the speed of light, you felt so powerless. Apollo was much bigger than you, was much stronger than you, plus he had those sharp claws and beak. You felt trapped in his arms.

Like a bird in a birdcage

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