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atydblack · 1 month

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"plaything"

james potter x reader

masterlist (requests open)

summary: you started dating james who was 3 years above you when you were in hogwarts, tensions rise when he re-introduces you to his friendship group that includes his ex girlfriend lily evans

no cws this is just pure angst/fluff

lmk what you guys think!

"You'll be fine, princess." James presses a soft kiss to your temple as you walk up to his friends flat.

Your cheeks blushed as he could clearly tell you were nervous. Of course you knew of his friendship group when you were in school, everybody did. But being 3 years younger meant that they definitely had no idea who you were.

James hadn't so much as looked at you twice at Hogwarts, but you always had a crush on him. When your paths crossed again a few months ago, it was him who had eyes for you.

"I know." You smile up at him, trying to shake your nerves. "Just promise they're not gonna hate me."

"Of course they won't hate you." He chuckles. "They have to love you because I love you."

"I love you too." You sigh, reaching up to press a kiss to his lips.

You make your way inside and into the kitchen, James quickly starts to introduce you.

"This is Sirius and Remus." He smirks, pointing at the two boys who are leaning against the kitchen counter. "And this is y/n"

Sirius immediately comes forward and gives you a tight hug, Remus soon copied his actions.

"Merlin, James how've you managed to bag that!" Sirius poked at James, causing James to swiftly shove his shoulder.

"It's nice to finally meet you, y/n." Remus smiles. "We've heard lots about you."

James guides you through to the lounge where Mary and Lily sat.

"You must be y/n!" Mary gushed, standing to her feet to give you a hug. "I'm Mary, and this is Lily." She gestured toward Lily who sat on the sofa with a smug grin.

"I'll leave you here to get to know the girls, baby."

"Baby?" Lily scoffed, making fun of James' choice of pet names.

"Oh shut up, Lil. Just because you're not getting any." James poked back, rolling his eyes. Lily sticks her middle finger up at James as he walks away.

You take a seat on the sofa and take a big gulp of the wine Sirius poured for you. Lily and Mary sat opposite and Mary quickly started quizzing you about your life.

"I can't believe we never met in school!" Mary gushes. "You were a Gryffindor too right?"

You nod, trying to hide the nervous blush reaching your cheeks.

"And you never spoke to James in school either?" Mary's eyebrows furrowed.

"Nope." You laugh softly.

"Thats kind of sweet." She smiles.

"So how young are you again?" Lily butts in.

"I'm 21."

"Godric, that's even younger than the last one." Lily scoffs, making your breath hitch in your throat. Lily had been the one you were most nervous to meet, every one knew they were an item in school.

All you did was smile in response, Mary elbowed Lily in the ribs to shut her up.

"What? It's not like he won't have a new plaything in a few months anyway." Lily whispered to Mary, but something to you she wanted to make sure you could still hear her.

You glanced over at James, he was leaning against the counter with a bottle of beer in his hands. You desperately wanted him to get you out of this conversation.

"So have you met James' parents yet?" Lily continued to quiz you.

"I-uh, not yet." You try to act interested in the conversation.

"They're so nice." She smirks. "I have lunch dates with Euphemia all the time."

Merlin she's irritating you thought to yourself as Lily stared at you with a smug look. All you could do was smile in response, unsure of what she was expecting you to say.

You take a big swig of your drink, finishing off the glass.

"I'm just gonna grab another drink." You excuse yourself, making your way over to James in the kitchen.

His eyes light up as he sees you walking towards him.

"Hi, baby." James smiles, turning away from Sirius and Remus to kiss your forehead. "How you getting on with the girls?"

"Fine." You say bluntly, not wanting to cause a scene but his eyebrows furrow instantly, he knew something was up.

"Wanna come with me outside for a smoke?" He asks and you nod.

He grabs your hand and guides you to the balcony attached to the flat, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it swiftly.

"What's up, princess?" He questions you.

"It's nothing." You sigh, trying to avoid his gaze.

"I don't care if it's nothing." James grabs your chin and turns your head so you're looking at him. "It's clearly bothering you."

"Lily has just said some... interesting things." You mumble and he immediatly rolls his eyes, taking a long drag from his cigarette.

"I should have warned you about her." He laughs. "She's just a bit weird with new people joining the group... she did the same thing when Sirius brought a girl round a few weeks ago."

"But that's different." You pout. "She's your ex girlfriend."

"Yeah, from when we were 16." He chuckles. "Is my baby jealous?"

"No!" You huff, crossing your arms over your chest. "She called me your plaything"

He was laughing now, making your cheeks grow red as you realised how silly it was that you were upset.

"It's not funny, Jamie." You whine. He takes one last drag of his cigarette before throwing it to the ground and taking a step towards you.

"I know, I know." He grabs your face again as you lean against the wall. "You're not my plaything, you're my princess."

"Promise?" You look up at him with wide eyes.

"Promise." He presses a soft kiss to your lips and you can feel his smirk as he still clearly finds the situation amusing.

#james potter x reader #marauders x reader #james potter #james potter fluff #james potter angst #remus lupin x reader #marauders #sirius black x reader #marauders fluff

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rfswitchart · 27 days

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Obligatory Huntlow post for ASIAS anniversary

So, I might as well do an anniversary post for Any Sport in a Storm, shouldn't I?

Pop quiz: When did Willow Park fall in love with the Golden Guard? There's a lot of answers you COULD say for this. Maybe she started realizing it when they were in the Human Realm. Maybe she realized when he grabbed her out of the sky or was in the detention pit with him.....

You COULD say that.... but you'd be wrong. She realized it the moment Hunter stood between the Entrails and Darius. "Wait, how do you know that?" you might ask. Simple. Because as a writer of 25 years and someone who has had many crushes and relationships... I know that kind of body language and tone of voice well.

"After all, it will be 52 weeks until 'Caleb's' next day off..." Note the way she SAID that. Sly, coy, definite tongue in cheek. The way she's looking over her shoulder back towards him. I mean COME ON, there's a heart shaped cloud just above her head. Hearts being between the two of them is a big tell for that. It's called THEMING. "Ok, but that's just one moment..." Au contraire, did you think I'd come into this with one example? Remember, I WROTE THIS ALREADY. Now, pop quiz #2: Why did Hunter, who had only ever met Willow ONCE know the difference between the real and fake one?

After all, there is no way he could have known that after just one encounter. You can not determine a person's entire personality based on a sole encounter, no matter how much of an impression it left on you. The answer, again, is simple...

Because they had been talking over Penstagram since ASIAS. Probably took a while due to Hunter not being used to typing and stuff, but I cannot imagine they weren't talking since that night. It also explains why Willow trusted him so easily during the scout invasion of Hexside. Because it couldn't JUST be the breathing technique that swayed her. After all, Hunter had lied and betrayed her and her friends before.

...Again with the hearts. THEMING! Anyway, even if we discredit ASIAS and Labyrinth Runners, or how she totally went to kill Kikimora for trying to hurt 'him' (and stopped when she could have hurt him) and ran after 'him' specifically when 'he' was captured (remember, it was Luz, she just THOUGHT it was Hunter) Fine, let's forget all that then...

Because even if you discount those things, she definitely had a thing for him while they were trapped in the human realm. How do I know? Ok, time to teach you kids about flirting 101.

"I'm gonna borrow that book when you're done with it! ;)" She's not saying "I want to read that" because she's curious about Cosmic Frontier. She is saying "I want to know more about your interests," and saying it with a tone that says "I want to turn this into a date if I can." Even before when she's taking a picture and shutting down Amity's snarking on Hunter's costume, her body language, her words, her tone. They are all suggesting there's more than just 'friendship' there. When it comes to flirting, it is not WHAT you say, it is HOW you say it.

Also, while I'm on the subject. Willow is canonically Pansexual, she is not Ace. Also, she is not Demi/aromantic, she is heavily guarded and has trust issues from years of bullying and nearly everyone looking down on her or using her as emotional support. I have the same problem for the same reasons, and I know for a fact I am not aro. I am guarded because I've been hurt before, same as Willow. Hunter is the only one who ISN'T like that.

He doesn't see her as weak and frail, he doesn't rely on her for stuff, and he wouldn't be caught dead hurting her or looking down on her. That is HIS captain, and he'll be damned if he won't see her as anything short of incredible. And boy did he let her know that, more than once.

Anyways, sorry for rambling. Let's all appreciate these two amazing, powerful witches who really do compliment each other's lives.

#huntlow #the owl house #any sport in a storm #willow toh #willow park #hunter toh #hunter deamonne #hunter noceda #willow x hunter #Never underestimate a flirter

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strawberrystealer · 1 year

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Bungo Stray Dogs- What I think they’d do if someone kidnapped you

Characters: Fyodor, Nikolai, Sigma, and Akutagawa

For some reason I think about this a lot sooo why not write about it!

Fyodor-

Angry, upset, annoyed, all of those would be understatements

The pure rage that would fill this mans body once he gets the news-

If he saw like a letter or something thats like “Ayo we got ur bae come get them or they die lmaooo #livelaughlove” But a lot more sinister and stuff he’d go straight there and uhhh

Basically kill everyone there using his ability of course

He’d be so quick about it too, like drop everything he was doing and go straight there

Once he’s at the place in like the span of a few seconds everyone’s already dead and he goes over to you and idk takes off your blind fold or whatever they have on you

He becomes the softest man you’ve ever seen just for that moment cuz he doesn’t know what you’ve been through and he doesn’t want to cause you anymore pain

Once you two get home he’ll run a bath for you or something and stay by your side

He’ll make sure no one ever touches you again, he can’t ever risk losing you.

Nikolai-

I bet he’d be like coming home all cheerful, ready to come mess with you or something and... you’re not on the couch.

Not in your room, the bathroom, anywhere

The smile immediately drops from his face and he gets worried

But then again he probably does this all the time so he texts you and you don’t respond??

Now he’s 10 times more worried than he was before!

Probably not a lot tho cuz he probably knows where you are

If thats the case then he just goes the the location and pays you a lil visit

Knocks on the door like a gentleman ofc

But when they open it-

BOOM

“QUIZ TIME!!! Where’s my lovely little s/o?? Can you guess??” And he looks over and sees you inside the house.

Then he’d immediately kill move the kind gentleman into a burning fire! So sweet ik

He’d get to you and ofc be worried but once he finds out you’re okay he’ll be fine and back to his normal goofy self

Unless you want the more realistic take where he cant stop thinking about it and thinks its his fault for weeks but is also trying to rid himself of emotions so ofc he cant be scared or guilty so he’s constantly battling himself on whether or not its his fault and if you still even like you because he might not have been there just in time to save you.

Sigma-

He’d be so unbelievably worried

He wouldn’t know who did it, why, how, or anything and he’d be just as confused as you probably are

He’d probably have to ask for help, contemplate calling the cops but then realizes hes fr a terrorist he cant do that-

So he asks Fyodor for help and after a bit of pleading Fyodor gives him the location of where you and your abductor are

Once Sigma gets there, with some guns he’s probably scared to use, he sees the man that kidnapped you

Its gonna be like “if you give me ur casino ill give u your s/o” type of shit (super unrealistic but its all I can think of rn)

So obviously ur man isnt having that and shoots him

I mean he had no problem shooting that red haired girl (whatever her name is in the hunting dogs) so he probably wouldn’t have a problem killing some weak guy to get his lover back

Once he gets you safe he’ll keep asking if you’re okay alllll the time just because he’s so scared

“Darling are you sure you’re okay?? He seemed really scary... he didn’t hurt you did he? Do you need any bandages?”

Akutagawa-

He looks completely unfazed

Like he’ll read some letter telling him to come get you or you die and be like “...Ugh not this again”

He will get you though

And he is slightly scared but not really because he knows you’ll be fine once he gets you

When he gets to the place he doesn’t even knock on the door

He just punches a big ass hole in it with his ability and goes through it

Also kills your abductor<3

Once he gets you he’s quiet

He’ll lightly hug you, glad your alive and the drive home will be silent

He’s considering weather he should be all “you’re so weak how’d you even get kidnapped” or “are you okay? ... He didn’t do any physical abuse to you, correct?” But both of them sound weird to him so he’s silent

When you get home he’ll prepare anything you wish

Tea? Dinner? Blankets? Anything, he’ll do for you

He does love you and he was very worried its just he has a poor way of showing it, thats all :)

#fyodor #fyodor x reader #nikolai #nikolai x reader #sigma #sigma x reader #akutagawa #akutagawa x reader #bsd #bsd anime #bungo stray dogs #x reader

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how-do-i-delete-this-acc · 2 years

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suna rintaro here. my girlfriend, y/n, is being distant today and i don't know why. let me tell you about what happened.

we were supposed to have our separate zooms with her on my lap, but she left to a different room near the very beginning. she tried to play it off with "i have a pop quiz and i need to focus. can't have my grade drop just because i can't focus on your lap with your zoom in the background," but we all know that that is absolute bs. she could've focused on my lap just fine, and we all know that failing a 10-point pop quiz from chiahara-sensei happens to the best of us. and if you're wondering, i am the best of the best.

then, after we both finished our annoyingly long 1.5 hour lectures, (well she claimed hers was in fact a 40-point pop quiz/test but it def wasn't) she refused to cook together. she said something like, "rin, you burned yourself last time, remember? go sit down," but that, too, is bs. yes, i spilled hot water on my sweats last time i tried to make pasta, but it was on my knee, so it wasn't like it was a big deal anyways. i don't know why she kept making excuses.

then, after we finished eating the meal she cooked without me, she had the audacity to get on a zoom call when i didn't have one. and after that terrible offense, she refused to sit on my lap for it AGAIN. she said that inuzuka-sensei was always more strict about what we wore in zooms, and i wouldn't get away with no shirt on like soma-sensei let me. when i told her that her body would block mine, she said that my chest and shoulders would still be perfectly visible. then, she guilted me by saying that she didn't want other girls to see my "perfectly toned abs," as she called them. AND THEN she had the impudence to TEASE ME and LIE TO ME by telling me my cheeks and ears were getting red! couldn't believe her.

then, after all our classes were over, she refused to cuddle with me because APPARENTLY her friend's sister a block down rolled and sprained her ankle, and that it was getting pretty bruised and swollen. she also added that her friend didn't have any advil or experience in injuries, and apparently she was asked to bring some advil, a compression bandage, and a couple ice packs. when i told her that her friend could just buy some and that she could get her own ice pack, she tried to get out of it by telling me that her friend's sister was only 5, was bawling her eyes out, refused to be left alone but also screamed louder when she was picked up, and that we also had a lot to spare because we have a ton of supplies in the closet because of my constant volleyball injuries. again, absolute bs. her friend could just go grab everything herself. what did it matter that the kid was crying? fuck kids! do you know how funny those youtube videos of kids getting hurt and crying are? people enjoy them for a reason. it's because kids are annoying as hell and it's fun to watch them get injured. im subscribed to like 10 of those kinds of channels. her friend is literally getting free entertainment and y/n obviously just wants to watch the free entertainment WITHOUT ME because she'd rather be with her stupid friend than me.

all in all, please help. i don't know why she's so distant today. is she mad? please give me tips!

@.su.rin post made at 4:16pm

comments: @.y/n.l/n: HELP WHAT IS THIS @.y/n.l/n: for the record i got an a+ on that so it was worth it @.y/n.l/n: love u always rin <333 @.su.rin: reply to @.y/n./l/n- ik that u hate me its ok

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domaystic · 2 months

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It's Domaystic 2024!

Hello, hello! This is the third year of DOMAYSTIC, a domestic trope based prompt event running in May :D

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They're 31 prompts (no alts this time), but they are also divided in three main categories, which I loosely labelled as "people from everyday life" from 1 to 10; "things from everyday life" from A to J; and "general-container-stuff that can be bent to one's own desires" from roman number I to X. Plus, at the very end, a free choice option (we never had one and the days are not even ahahah).

List of prompts

Category: people from everyday life 01. driver 02. shop assistant 03. plumber 04. public servant 05. teacher 06. receptionist 07. mechanic 08. health professional 09. baker 10. landlord

Category: things from everyday life A. konmari B. me/us time C. shopping points D. odd appliances E. building renovations F. frozen G. memento H. wild animal I. ritual J. dreadful weather

Category: general-container-stuff I. proverb II. tutorial III. poll IV. numbers V. emergency VI. quiz VII. cliché VIII. art IX. official document X. song

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mapileonxputellas · 11 months

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Confusion (Leah Williamson x Reader)

Loved this request but I kind of struggled writing it. Definitely not my best work but I got it completed. Request can be found here. 2.4k words x

It’s weird how one single comment can make you question everything in life.

How one single question made Leah wonder if she’d read the signals wrong all this time.

You were all enjoying your night. A games night planned for weeks before the Champions League games against Wolfsburg, a night meant to be fun and light-hearted before you concentrated on final few games of the season.

You and Leah were cuddled up on one of Katie’s sofas, the two of you having teamed up for the game of trivial pursuit. However whilst everyone else was concentrated on the game the two of you were in your own little world, a glass of wine shared between the two of you as well as frequent whispers and giggles as you both stayed on the tipsy side of drunk. Though on days like today you were teased endlessly for it, it was clear as day to all your teammates how in love you both were.

Having ditched the quiz game the group then moved on to a set of ‘who’s most likely’ questions Beth had found on her phone. It was all going well, the questions stayed light and no-one was offended, up until now.

“Who’s most likely to have the most kids?” Beth read out.

“Y/N.” You were slightly bombarded with the flood of responses of your name. Though the odd other name was thrown out, over 75% of the group said your name, including, all though in her head, Leah.

So it couldn’t have shocked her more when you scoffed. “You’ve got that wrong.”

“What do you only want one?” Jen questioned. “Two?”

“More like none.”

“You don’t want kids?” Manu asked.

“Not really. I’ve never really seen myself having kids. I’m happy with Ted.” You said referring to the cockapoo you had recently adopted with Leah.

If you hadn’t have been distracted by the next question maybe you would have noticed the way Leah frowned at your answer. Maybe you would have noticed the way her arm slightly loosened around you, the way she couldn’t bare to look your way. The pure confusion she felt in her mind.

Sadly for her though it seemed that Beth was out to drop as many bombshells as possible. “Who’s the most likely to get married first.”

“Leah and Y/N.” It was clear you were within the top two answers with a few others suggesting Katie and Manu. The spluttering of your name made you nervous and you genuinely didn’t expect to even be suggested for that one, I mean the two of you weren’t even engaged.

All of this just made you uncomfortable, you’d never really thought about any of these next steps when both you and Leah were in the peak of your career. The business end of the season was coming and then the both of you would only have a few weeks alone together before you were back in your separate national team camps. It didn’t seem like something either one of you needed right now. You were happier than ever just how it was right now.

“Can I be a bridesmaid?” Beth asked wrapping her arm around you.

“I’m not getting married so sadly that won’t happen.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I just don’t think it’s important. I don’t yeah, I just don’t think about it.”

These thoughts swirling around your head distracted you from noticing Leah’s withdrawal from you. From the way she detached herself from you to grab some drinks to the space separating you once she returned.

You didn’t notice something was fully wrong until you got in the uber on the way home. It wasn’t exactly uncommon for Leah to get a bit handsy after a few drinks but tonight she couldn’t seem to even look at you.

“What’s wrong?” You whispered, gently kissing her shoulder, an action which was greeted by her shrugging you off immediately. “Leah?”

“I think I’m going to go back to my mum’s tonight.”

“What why? It’s late Leah,” You tried to reason but she still wouldn’t even look at you. “I can see something’s upset you.”

“It’s nothing, leave it alone.”

“Leah.”

“Leave it, I’m fine I just want to spend the night with my mum, she wanted to see me.” She lied, trying to force a pained smile on her face.

“If you’re sure?”

“I’m sure.” She agreed, seeing your shared apartment building coming into view but not budging from her seat. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I love you.” You couldn’t let her leave obviously upset without saying something. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I love you too.”

……

Whist you struggled to get to sleep that night, the soft snores from Ted the only sound in the room as you tried to work out what had happened. You had both been fine most of the night and then suddenly she was upset and didn’t want to speak to you.

You tried not to panic but this was very unusual for you both. The two of you were very level headed and after being together for five years you were both very stable in your relationship, you couldn’t imagine life without her now. You’d moved in with each other three years ago and made the next big step in adopting Ted just over six months ago.

“What’s going on with your mama hey?” You whispered mindlessly raking your fingers through his fur. “We love her though don’t we, she’s just silly.”

Meanwhile only a few miles away the very said woman was curled up in her mother’s bed, a mug of hot chocolate in her lap as her mum tried to calm down her sobs.

“I can’t do anything if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.” Amanda whispered, letting her daughter curl up against her. “Why don’t you tell me from the start?”

“We were playing this game and then someone mentioned children, suddenly Y/N just came out and said she didn’t want children.” Leah explained. “We’ve never had the conversation but I just always presumed she wanted them. She’s so good with kids mum, you’ve seen her with babies and children. I just always saw them with us eventually, in the future.”

“Have you talked to her about this?”

“I was going to but then someone mentioned marriage and she just freaked out almost, she didn’t say a word but you could just see on her face she didn’t agree. She almost looked, I don’t know disgusted. Then Beth asked her and she said it wasn’t important, like she doesn’t want to get married. Mum I’ve got the ring and she’s saying things like that.”

“She might not have meant it that way.”

“I just feel like I don’t even know her anymore, I thought I knew everything about her but it turns out I don’t know anything at all, not the important bits anyway. I want to marry the girl and she probably doesn’t even want that now.”

“Leah you’ve been with her for five years, talk to her. Don’t let these thoughts go around your head when it could all be for nothing.” Amanda reasoned. “Sleep here tonight and then go home tomorrow and talk to her. She loves you Leah, more than I’ve ever seen anyone before. Don’t let this ruin it without knowing everything.”

Before tossing and turning trying to get to sleep she glanced down at her phone, a picture of the two of you in front of the Eiffel tower brightening the room, a massive smile on both of your faces as you looked at one another rather than the camera.

Maybe you weren’t as happy as you looked in that moment and that scared her more than anything ever had. You were her world and she could only hope that you were too.

……

You managed to get a few hours of light sleep, waking up every couple of hours almost in hope that you could find Leah next to you. By the next morning though the place next to you was still untouched and the bed felt cold without her. Your mind couldn’t help but worry about whether your relationship was at risk right now even as you tried everything to distract yourself. By 11 you’d already taken Ted on a walk, cleaned the whole apartment and got started on your tea for tonight. You’d messaged Leah to wish her good morning and telling her to ring you but you were yet to get a reply.

The eerie silence in the apartment though meant you were instantly on edge when you heard the door go just before you were about to start on lunch.

“Hey.” You whispered when the blonde came into view, the bags under her eyes a tell-tale sign that she hadn’t got much more sleep than you. “Why don’t you go and sit down, I’ll make us both a tea.”

“Y/N….”

“Tea first.” You ordered, a teasing smile on your face to try and break the awkward silence. Leah thankfully agreed and went into the living room giving you enough time to give yourself a pep talk, Leah was your world and no matter what the issue is you would do your utmost to resolve it. You couldn’t stall this conversation any longer though and once the kettle had boiled and you quickly made up the teas you made your way over, finding her on the sofa. “I can’t help if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”

“It’s funny my mum said the same thing last night.”

“What can I say, good minds think alike.” You tried to joke but you didn’t even manage to get a smile out of her. “Leah, tell me.”

“You never told me you didn’t want kids.” She came out with and you almost wanted to sigh realising what all this was about.

“That’s what this is about?”

“And you never said you didn’t want to get married.”

“Leah we’ve never had those conversations, did you want me to make it clear on the first date.”

“Don’t joke.” Maybe you made a mistake in trying to lighten the mood when you saw the tears starting to build up.

“Leah.” You tried to comfort her, moving to grab her hand but she moved it before you could. “Can I explain?”

“There’s not much to explain is there, you don’t want kids, I do. You don’t want to get married, I do.”

“You never told me that either.”

“I thought it was obvious, then again I thought you wanted kids. Y/N you’re always around kids.”

“I’m around kids because I have to be. Maybe it came out wrong last night, it’s not that I don’t want kids ever but right now I don’t and that means that right now I can’t see myself being a mother. That’s what I meant. My mum had me very young and they were always busy, they never had time for me. I’ve seen the difference with my sister and I want that.” You explained. “I want to be there for every moment and we couldn’t truly do that right now. We’re both footballers, we’re sometimes away three times a week. I don’t want that for any potential child.”

“Y/N….” Leah could her almost the pain in your voice and it made her want to cry at the anguish you must have felt at being labelled that in the game.

“I just don’t understand why you didn’t talk to me about this.”

“I was going to and then they started talking about marriage.” You could read Leah like a book and you knew from her face that this was the real problem for her by her reaction.

“I didn’t know it was that big of an issue for you. We’ve never really talked about getting married.”

“Obviously because it isn’t important to you.”

“Can you understand that for me though? For me it’s not important, I’ve watched so many people get divorced and it’s almost lost that specialness. Plus I grew up thinking I wouldn’t be able to get married to another woman. Leah I want to be with you for the rest of my life, I don’t need some wedding certificate to allow that to happen.”

“What if I wanted to get married?”

“Then we’ll talk about it. I’m not against marriage, really I’m not. I just see it as more of a celebration of love rather than this like long term commitment because I already am committed to you. Please know that.” You told her, making the move to wrap your arms around her and thankfully she responded by resting her head on your chest. “I love you so much and I think last night maybe it seemed like I was scared of commitments or making those next steps with you but I’m not. I know I want to be with you forever and if those steps come then I’ll be more than happy to experience them all with you.”

“I just feel like it would mean more to me than to you.”

“Leah you don’t know how honoured I would be to be your wife, to show everyone how much I love you. I just want you to know, I don’t know who’s going to propose, but if you want to, marry me because you love me so much, marry me because you want to celebrate our love. It’s a commitment but know that to me it means more than that, it’s about our love. I don’t know if I’m making sense right now but hopefully you get me.” You leaned your head down to connect your lips with Leah’s. “Please just speak to me next time because we’re a team now.”

“I’m sorry.” She apologised.

“We’re good now, don’t worry and I’m sorry for upsetting you.” You apologised too. “I never meant for it to be that way.”

“I understand you now but I know I couldn’t love you more than I love you now. I adore everything about you Y/N and I can’t wait for the future with you, whatever it holds.”

“I love you more.”

#leah williamson imagine #leah williamson #leah williamson x reader #woso imagine #woso imagines #woso #woso x reader #arsenal imagine #arsenal x reader #engwnt x reader #frawnt x reader

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noosayog · 1 year

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[Hate That You Know Me] in which you hate Kita because he's hot

wc: 1.7k

warnings/content: wouldn't be a true noosayog piece without a hint of jealousy, minimal angst, mostly fluff, enemies-to-lovers

You’re not a very big fan of your tutor, Kita Shinsuke. He's straight-arrow, strict, and unsociable. He’s not very kind when you get something wrong, either. After the third question you answer incorrectly, Kita sighs and closes the textbook in his hands.

“Let’s just pick up tomorrow.”

“Fine,” you huff. He didn’t have to sigh that loud. It’s not like you were stupid. You just cared about things other than scoring higher than 90 points in every subject. You wanted to enjoy your youth and high school life. Besides, you were scoring above average in almost every subject. When your parents confronted you about a mere 70 points you received on a History quiz, you didn’t think it a big deal. Until Grandma Yumie in the neighborhood offered up her smart grandson, who happens to be top of his class, as your tutor. Without your consent, your parents had approached Kita with a part-time job offer tutoring you after school.

“Kita has volleyball practice afterschool!” you refute, face warm from the embarrassment of your parents sucking up to whom they thought was a “handsome, young man” and the 70-point exam Kita was currently studying. You had never really known Kita that well, but everyone in your grade knows him. You stare at him with wide, intent eyes, begging and signaling him to turn down the offer, make an excuse, say he was busy, anything. But he doesn’t even spare you a glance.

“I can help after volleyball practice, if that’s not too late.”

Your mom squeals in delight and bows a thank you. You huff out a harsh breath and that’s what finally gets Kita’s attention.

“I’m sure you can improve with practice,” he nods at you.

–

It’s your 3rd studying session, when Kita notices it.

“You’re not really that bad at History.”

“I know,” you deadpan. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you this whole time.”

He ponders this. “Why did you agree to tutoring then?”

You’re going to blow a gasket for sure. “I didn’t!”

He tilts his head, in genuine confusion, but that doesn’t make you any less pissed off. In fact, his obliviousness makes you even angrier.

“Why didn’t you tell your parents you didn’t need it?”

“I’m going to strangle you,” you mumble to yourself. “I did. Did they seem like the type who would listen?”

“You should’ve been more direct with them, then,” he says archly. “Let’s keep going.”

– Your relationship with Kita is mutual dislike. Well, he doesn’t seem to hate you the same way you openly express your disdain for him, but he certainly hasn’t been the kindest to you. He says things like, “I would expect that you don’t get these easy questions wrong,” “please stop being difficult and answer the next question,” or here’s the kicker: “don’t project your frustrations on me.”

That one made you want to push him out the window.

When you ask your classmates what they think of him, most of them describe him as a model student who’s always willing to help if you ask. Apparently, he’s kind, smart, captain of the popular volleyball team, and it helps that he’s hot. Well, he doesn’t show a single bit of that side to you. He’s mean, even a little petty.

When you complain to Aran, he just laughs. “Kita’s just teasing.”

You scrunch your nose up in response.

–

One afternoon, your club activities go longer than you’re expecting. You set out to find Kita to let him know. You don’t know what comes over you, but you ask, “do you just want to walk home together? I can wait for you.” Your face feels hot and you don’t look him in the eyes.

“No, thanks,” he fires back, without even pausing for a second to think about it.

“What, why!” Was walking home with you so bad? Besides, it just makes sense. You’re going to the same place anyway!

“Go home by yourself, before it gets dark.” he says, before turning around to go back into the gym.

“Fine!” and you stomp away. He didn’t have to turn you down that hard. It wasn’t like you were asking him out on a date or anything. Your face is warm and your heart is pounding. You tell yourself it’s indignation, but feel the hurt seeping through your ribcage into your heart.

You’re dreading that night’s study session, but Kita acts completely like normal when he arrives at your house. You’re still flustered and reeling from the embarrassment of his rejection, running your mind in circles at why you’re so bothered by it.

“What’s on your mind?” he prompts.

“Nothing,” you mumble.

“You’re not focused at all. You’ll never improve at this rate.”

Had you not been so wrapped up in reminding yourself that you hated him, you might have noticed the teasing intonation in his voice and the slight tilt of his lips upwards in a discrete smirk. But all you hear is the usual patronizing tone and your frustrations burst like a dam at how unaffected he is.

“I’m thinking about you!” you yell. “You and your stupid… stupid… just stupid!”

He’s looking at you with his signature stoic demeanor, but you catch the slight puff of air he lets out and the twitch of his lips.

“Are you laughing?” you ask incredulously. What was so funny about this situation? You’re in a crisis here, and he’s the epicenter!

He clears his throats and stands up. “Let’s go to the convenience store. You need a cold drink or snack to calm down.”

Your mind is whirling and a part of you is starting to understand that you’re letting yourself get jerked around, but you follow anyway.

–

You’re on autopilot the entire journey until the two of you run into a girl who you vaguely recognize from school. Kita leaves your side and approaches her.

“Suna, what are you doing out so late by yourself?”

“My brother was supposed to be with me, but I don’t know where he went. Probably just went home ahead of me. It’s okay, I’m going home now anyway.”

You watch with growing resentment as Kita pats her head and gives her a gentle smile you’ve never been on the receiving end of. “We’ll take you home. You shouldn’t be walking home by yourself at this hour.”

So he wanted to walk this Suna girl home, but it was okay to let you go home by yourself earlier?

“Is that okay?” she asks, glancing at you.

“Yes, of course.” Kita responds as you stare at the ground.

–

Kita and Suna seem to know each other well enough. She even seems to know all the news about the volleyball season and the two of them are chatting animatedly about the upcoming opponents and strategies. You follow sulkily, five gaping feet behind them. Kita seems to be in a great mood, all laughs and smiles, and you hate him for it.

Turns out, Suna’s house is close by and she bows a polite goodbye when you all arrive at her door.

“Let’s go,” he turns to you.

You turn your cheek to him. “I can go home by myself. We’re done studying tonight, anyway.”

“Hey, c'mon. I can’t let you walk home by yourself at this hour.”

You want to whirl on your heels and give him your fiercest glare and snarl to scare him off, but you just say, “it’s fine. It’s not like I need to be walked home anyway.” Even you hear the hurt in your voice.

“Hey…” he says softly. He comes up around you to face you and gently takes hold of your hands. “What’s this attitude about?”

“Nothing,” you say, still staring at the ground.

“Okay,” he says. “Then do you want to talk about what you said at first?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“When you said you were thinking about me.”

You whip your head up to face him so fast, you nearly headbutt his chin. “I didn’t say that!”

“Yeah, you did.” He’s smirking openly now. “I want to know what you meant by it.”

“It meant nothing!” you burst, annoyed by how he seems to be enjoying this whole situation. He’s always this stoic mask; you’re unaccustomed to this smug personality before you right now. Aran’s words echo, he’s teasing.

“Nothing?” he says, playful lilt to this voice. He’s inching closer by the second and you’re suddenly finding it hard to breathe.

“Kita…” you whisper. His hot breath and clean scent is fogging up your consciousness and you hear someone say, “I like you.”

You watch Kita’s smirk widen into a bright smile and you don’t mind the “I-win” light in his expression if he smiles like that all the time. To you and to only you.

He’s leaning in for a kiss and you have no control over your body as you help him close the gap between you two. It’s a brief kiss, respectful of your boundaries, very Kita-like. His slow, deep breaths bring you back down to earth.

“Wait!” you say, sudden thought striking you. “What about that Suna girl?”

He gives you a confused look. “What about her?”

“You’re always saying mean things to me and you told me to go home by myself after school today, even though you were all nice to her and saying you couldn’t let her walk home by herself!”

“Jealous?” he teases.

"No!” you can’t help but huff and turn your back to him, arms crossed over your chest childishly.

He huffs a quiet laugh and turns you by your shoulders to look at him again. His expression is sober now, eyes serious even if a shadow of a grin remains on his lips. “I’m sorry. I want to be kind to you, but it’s just so fun to tease you,” he admits. “I will stop if you don’t like it.”

Struck by his earnestness, you’re embarrassed by how childish you’ve been acting. “I never said I didn’t…” you trail off.

The grin is back when he says, “say you didn’t what?”

You glare at him, face on fire. “I hate you.”

“I like you, too,” he smiles, bringing his face back to yours and apologizing with gentle kisses.

#noos writes #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu fluff #hq x reader #hq imagines #hq x y/n #hq fluff #kita shinsuke #kita fluff #kita scenarios #kita shinsuke fluff #shinsuke kita #shinsuke kita x reader

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kairiscorner · 8 months

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my art teacher and last year bio teacher inspired me to do this (and ofc @binibinileonara did too, as always <333)

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

miguel o'hara x gn!reader (teacher au)

hunched over at his desk, busy checking and encircling items quickly with his red pen as his hazel brown eyes scanned the page for the answers written by the students in all kinds of handwriting. he sighed as he shook his head, the test he gave the students were probably way too hard... or these kids were always lying whenever he'd ask them if they understood what he was saying.

"what are these kids even putting on the blanks spaces? i'm surprised their brains are better teachers than me–coming up with their own answers..." he muttered under his breath as he kept encircling the answers on one whole page for this one student's paper. as he felt his eyes drooping from the fatigue he got from the amount of incorrect answers he had to correct, he also felt a light tap on his shoulder. he turned his head wearily to look at the one who tapped his shoulder, coming face to face with your beaming face. "oh, miguel, you okay?" you asked him with a gentle voice as miguel nodded, groaning slightly under his breath as he did; he was okay physically, but emotionally, he was incredibly dejected and disappointed by his students' performance in his tests.

"lemme guess, your students breezed through your quizzes again?" you asked him with a sympathetic grin as miguel nodded weakly again. "they can't even bring themselves to put out any effort for my sake. i spend countless hours being wide awake at 2 AM, triple checking my quizzes to make sure it's just right for them–not too easy that i'll get questioned by the admins if i'm taking my job seriously, but not too hard that they're plotting to give me a bad rating for the evaluation to get back at me. it's... so difficult." he said with a sigh as he shook his head, trying to shake the sleepiness from his all-nighters away. you placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, hoping that you could help him in any way–you and miguel were in different departments, with you being an elementary art teacher and him being a high school biology teacher.

it was much easier for you since the kids in your class were very fond of your bright, bubbly personality and your open-mindedness when it came to art; the kids assigned to you were also very obedient and would strive hard to impress you, to make you proud. meanwhile, miguel's class was harder to manage since he was dealing with hormonal teenagers that think they know everything they've doing. you pitied him so badly, the kids he was handling were seriously not gonna give him a break and at least make his job a bit easier by listening. "sorry, mig..." "it's fine, it's fine, i'll... test them again this week. that extra unscheduled quiz and printing costs will come out of my paycheck, sure, but i need to make sure they understand what i'm saying." he said with a sigh as you moved your chair closer to him.

you placed your hand over miguel's that was clutching the red pen and lightly gripped it. he looked up at you in response to your touch and widened his eyes at the fact you were touching him. "what?" he asked you with a quizzical look in his eyes, reflecting the bright, beaming shine in your own eyes. "if you ever need any help with these kids, ever need someone to listen to you, i'm here for you, miggy–from one teacher to another." you said with a sweet smile, which made miguel's face contort into one of surprise. his face heated up at your kind words, with him nodding hurriedly and facing away from you–his face growing ever more flustered as he dwelled on your words. "um... thank you, a lot." he said with a hushed, flustered voice.

"i know a few therapeutic art techniques, i'm gonna teach the students about that for the next few weeks–wanna try them with me?" you asked him, hoping he'd agree. surprisingly, your hopeful wish was heard and granted–miguel looked at you, and with a slight, bashful grin, he told you, "sure. i haven't done anything creative for... a good long while in my life. it might just help with the stress and migraines i've been getting lately. um, hit me up? if you're, y'know, gonna start. that is what they say nowadays, right? 'hit me up'?" he asked you awkwardly as your stifled laugh when he said those three words exploded into peals of laughter at him being confused about gen z jargon.

miguel chuckled slightly to himself at his little blunder, but his chuckle of embarrassment then became one of fluster as you offered to help him check the heaps of test papers he had piled up. miguel didn't know what he did to deserve such a sweet, caring friend like you–with more patience than he could ever muster in his whole lifetime. if you would have him, maybe... he could take you out sometime and help you forget about computing grades and checking papers for one night?

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @luvstarrstruck @melovetitties @arachnoia @ophanimgold @popeheywardssecretgf @meeom @simsrandomstuff @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara fanfiction #spiderman 2099 #atsv #atsv miguel #atsv fluff #atsv fanfiction #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse fluff #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader

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heartsoji · 1 year

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suna rintaro here. my girlfriend, y/n, is being distant today and i don't know why. let me tell you about what happened.

all in all, please help. i don't know why she's so distant today. is she mad? please give me tips!

@.su.rin post made at 4:16pm

comments: @.y/n.l/n: HELP WHAT IS THIS @.y/n.l/n: for the record i got an a+ on that so it was worth it @.y/n.l/n: love u always rin <333 @.su.rin: reply to @.y/n./l/n- ik that u hate me its ok

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qstea · 1 year

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How would Killer (or hollow) Error, ink and Fallacy work with a s/o that’s extremely lazy yet extremely hard working at the same time? (Like they’ll have a years worth of paper work and they’ll finish that shit in three days)

✦ - ERROR

They’re used to seeing you laid back and tired all the time, not wanting to go reach your hand out to get the remote on the table a foot away, not wanting to get up from bed in the morning and asks for five more minutes and then takes two hours instead, that kind of stuff. Error had changed a bit of their schedule and living style to doing a lot more of the chores around your house in their free time, clean out your mailbox, and remind you of important things like what time your meeting at work is, or if you don’t have a job, the date of a very important test or quiz, etc.

And then they figure out you have a FUCK TON of paper work and they get ready to help you finish it ( aka do most of the work for you )

But as soon as they get into your room..

Error sees a mountain of paper work cast off to the side, and they walk over to see if any have been done.

Flipping through the pages, they see that… every. single. last. piece. is. DONE. FINISHED.

Absolutely fucking flabbergasted. For once in your life, you do some seriously hard and challenging work.

They wonder if you’re just using them as an excuse to slack off all the time, just to amaze them with how hard you can work at the most RANDOM, FUCKING. TIMES.

Watch out. They have their eye on you.

✦ - INK

Ink usually just lets you be lazy all the time, but occasionally forces you to get up and help him work on stuff like art pieces, scrapbook making, or just to go on a walk through some of his favorite AUs.

He’s pretty fine with a lazy S/O and works perfectly fine with one. Though, sometimes he forces you to get up and do stuff whenever he’s feeling especially energetic and hyper.

He does force you to get up from bed early and sometimes to go on trips with him or just for the hell of it cause he be like that sometimes.

Ink comes into your room with a scrapbook, ready to ask you to help him cut some pictures and glue stuff on with him..

And he sees how much stuff you got done in just a day!

Super proud of you, will definitely bring it up later in a jokingly way.

“You need help with cleaning up your room, [READER]? You could get so much done in a day! Remember how you finished all that work last week? I’m sure you can do it yourself!”

Note: make sure Ink doesn’t catch you doing anything productive.

✦ - FALLACY (Fatal Error)

Fallacy is fine with you being lazy, I mean, it’s not their concern and they aren’t bothered by it, so long as you don’t interrupt their work.

All they need is you to be at their side when they need it, and to just love you, how active you are isn’t really something they care for.

But it’s sometimes a thing they are confused about.

Sometimes you just completely switch up and work incredibly hard on something and get it done the same day you started, and then other days you can’t even force yourself to get up to get something to eat

Won’t ever speak or talk about it, but it’s just something they’re intrigued in. How exactly do you just.. be two completely separate things at the most random times?

#undertale x reader #underverse x reader #undertale au x reader #error sans x reader #error x reader #ink sans x reader #ink x reader #fatal error x reader #fatal error sans x reader #qstea’s works #no hollow sorry wasn’t feelin it

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aloneinthehellfire · 10 months

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Chapter One: The Day It Rained Fire

Gates Of Hell Masterlist

Word Count: 4576

Warnings: swearing, mutual bullying (?), mentions of death, blood, violence, gore

[A/N: my sweet baby angel of a project (she calls it and it's gonna be her most gore-driven, terrifying attempt yet), i've been working on this for a little while now and I'm so excited to finally share it with you!! a brand new story, no script to follow, i'm scared.]

The Day It Rained Fire

Steve couldn’t believe it.

One minute he was minding his business, trying to catch up with his rapidly plummeting grades in time for the finals, and the next he was promised detention after ‘cheating’ in class.

The shit-eating grin Tommy gave him was enough to make Steve’s fists curl. He wouldn’t do anything; Steve never threw the first punch.

The boy had caught his attention with a balled up piece of paper. He was going to try and ignore him first, focus on the class. But Tommy started to hiss at him, and Steve knew if he delayed it any longer Tommy would be making a scene.

He made a comment that Steve didn’t hear, making him lean closer. The clock was ticking loudly, students scribbling down their pop quiz answers in silence, their teacher’s head stuffed into a book. His action cost him when Tommy’s hand shot straight up, alerting the eyes of their superior.

‘Harrington’s tryna copy my answers’ was what he had said. And Mr Holloway wasn’t a man you could reason with. He was given a one-way ticket to detention, much to the amusement of a boy he mistook for a friend.

So here he was, cursing the last bell and trudging his way back to Mr Holloway’s classroom, praying it would be over in time for Steve to get Dustin to the arcade. He didn’t know why he became the boy’s personal chauffeur yet part of him enjoyed it. But Jesus, if he was late he’d never hear the end of it.

Pushing open the door, he immediately gains his teacher’s attention, the man nodding to all the empty chairs in front of him. All but one.

“Oh, great.” You roll your eyes, returning your gaze back to your notebook as he sarcastically grins.

“Shoot me now.” Steve grumbles as he slips into his seat, just a desk away from you.

“Quiet, please.” Your warden ordered, his glasses propped on the edge of his nose. “You’ll both be here for an hour. I expect you to complete any outstanding work in this time. If you do not have any, I will task you with some. No talking, no leaving. Anyone not respecting my terms will-”

“Have an extra ten minutes added to our time for every violation, yeah, yeah, I know.” You interrupt, waving your pen in the air. “Can I start this essay now so I can get home before dinner?”

“Always a pleasure, Miss Hopper.” He sighs, returning to his desk and flipping through papers.

You catch Steve staring at you inquisitively, scrunching up your face. “Stop staring.”

He simply raises his hands, reaching into his bag and setting up his desk. As soon as the lid from his pen was popped, he started scribbling down notes from his History guide book.

“Huh.” You sound after a while and he raises his head, frowning.

“What?”

“Nothing.” You say, striking your paper with a period to mark the end of your sentence. “Just didn’t know you could write.”

Biting his tongue, he tries to ignore your irritating nature, focus back on his lined paper.

Neither of you were exactly sure when it had started. The disgusted glances, annoyed groans, petty feuds. You had both been friends in middle school, kind of. In a way, you simply tolerated eachother, friendly smiles when you passed eachother in town, or laughing at eachother’s jokes when you were grouped with mutual friends. It had all been fine.

Then something changed in high school. You both did. And it had brought an unnecessary rivalry between you both, making it near impossible to sit quietly in a room together. You’d roll your eyes anytime he opened his mouth, he’d yawn whenever you were presenting in class. Little by little it got worse, until you were both trying to publicly humiliate eachother. The last time had earned you both a threat for expulsion, and you had quickly decided to step away from one another. From irritation, to sabotage, to avoidance, no one in the school has ever mistook you for friends.

And now, this was the first time in a long time you had ever shared the same space alone. And you were both hating every second.

“Hm.” Steve sounded after a while and you set down your pencil, glancing his direction. “Sorry. Just realised I should’ve knocked.”

“What?” You scrunch your face in confusion and he smirks.

“I mean, you’re in here so much, you must live here, right?”

Your face drops into utter annoyance, ready to reply when Mr Holloway clears his throat.

“What about ‘no talking’ do you not understand?” He asks, voice at a normal volume. He sounded tired, if anything.

“I want a new classroom.” You announce, and he raises his brows.

“We don’t have any other staff to oversee your detention.”

“Then I want my hour to start after his.” You suggest and Mr Holloway removes his glasses, rubbing either side of his nose bridge. The silver band he wore on his left hand glinted against the light.

“Miss-”

“Or, you know what,” You continue, smiling at Steve. “I’m feeling so charitable today, how about I take his hour and add it onto mine.”

“That’s-” Mr Holloway starts, but Steve scoffs.

“Jesus, you are such a child.” He says, folding his arms. “Can’t even spend an hour in silence.”

“Mr Harr-”

“It’s hard to even think in here with all this hairspray I’m suddenly breathing in.” You glare and Steve grits his teeth.

“Yeah? How about you-”

A startling crash echoes through the hallway, silencing the classroom immediately. Standing from his chair, Mr Holloway sends a wide eyed look to his students. He clears his throat and slips the glasses back onto his nose.

“Wait here, please. I’ll be back as soon as I find out what’s going on.” He announces, collecting his keys and leaving the room, the door clicking shut behind him.

Barely a second passes before you’re lunging at the door, trying the doorknob.

“Asshole.” You curse, slumping your shoulders and kicking the door. “Of course he locks us in.”

“How fun.” Steve smirks and you glare at him. “Maybe if you weren’t getting in trouble all the time, you wouldn’t be stuck in here with me.”

“Bite me, Harrington.” You scoff, pushing away from the door.

He wasn’t wrong, though. You were getting in trouble so persistently lately that you were getting closer to ruining your chances for college. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to graduate, you’ll be damned if you never escape this hell hole of a town, but you couldn’t help yourself. You were acting out. No one cared to ask why.

“I mean, if anyone’s gonna know the rules, it’ll be the Chief’s daughter, right?” He retorts and you stop, biting your tongue. “Ooh. I forgot. Daddy issues?”

“Oh my god. Do you ever shut the fuck up?” You groan, spinning around to face him.

Steve doesn’t reply.

“Oh, right. Sorry I forget your hair plugs your ears.” You lean forward, cupping your hands around your mouth like a megaphone. “Do. You. Ever-”

“Jesus, can you just be nice for one in your miserable-”

A loud blood-curdling scream rips into your argument, freezing you both in place.

“What the hell was that?” Steve whispers out, the silence that ensued suddenly all too frightening.

“Probably… probably just some kids, uh, messing around.” You reply, nodding mostly to yourself. Then, as your nerves took over, you started to laugh.

“Why are you laughing right now?” Steve frowns, startled by your reaction.

“The look on your face, I don’t know, it was funny.” You chuckle, feeling your heart beat slowly return to normal. “It’s not the first time someone’s had a screaming fit during detention.”

“Fucking hell.” He breathes, leaning back in his seat. “I see why no one hangs around this place after the last bell.”

“Yep. All that’s left are the stoners, and degenerates.” You quip, leaning against the front desk. “Now, I know you’re not a stoner…”

“Shut it.” Steve clicks his jaw, deciding to just stare out of the window. It had gotten darker outside. Weird, considering you were only just in April. The sun never set this early.

Minutes ticked by, rendering you restless. You were fiddling with your jumper, pulling at loose threads, procrastinating the half-finished essay taunting your eyes. And, after a while, you decided enough was enough.

“Okay, this is ridiculous.” You say, circling the desk and rooting through drawers.

“Did no one teach you patience as a child?” Steve comments, peeling his eyes away from the window to feed his curiosity.

“Did no one tell you that hair can exist without vats of gel?” You retort, pulling open a drawer that jingled with the harsh motion. “Bingo.”

“What?” Steve straightens up, peering over the desk to see you stand, keys dangling from your fingers.

“He always keeps a spare.” You grin, bounding over to the classroom door. This might be the second time you’ve escaped educational imprisonment, and it sure wasn’t going to be the last.

“Really?” Steve holds out his arm, rocking back in his chair. “He’ll be back soon.”

“So?” You shrug, “He always does this. He goes out to investigate something and doesn’t return until the hour’s over.”

“Seriously?”

“Yep. The asshole’s probably sat down right now in the break room with some coffee,” You say, turning the key and slowly turning the door knob. “Thinking that those kids he left in detention are suckers-”

You hadn’t opened it merely an inch before another scream bounces off the walls, more distant than the last.

Steve springs up from his seat this time, knocking over his chair. You jump at his sudden burst, widening your eyes.

“Jesus, calm down.” You look him up and down. “Don’t go ruining that hair, it’s the moneymaker.”

“Where are you going?” He asks as you pocket the keys and take a step forward.

“Gonna go see who’s screaming and give them a peace of my mind.” You say, already outside the classroom.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He warns and you raise a brow.

“Look, you can stay here if you’re scared he’s gonna catch you, but I’m not listening to any more screams for the rest of the hour, okay? It’s probably just Phil and his stoner gang thinking that the school’s empty.”

Steve didn’t look convinced and you laugh. “Oh, stop. Don’t go pretending like you care about me when we both know you’re just worried you’re gonna have to take the blame for my disappearance.”

He almost winces. Take the blame for my disappearance.

Fuck, it shouldn’t have made his heart shatter the way it did. Suddenly he’s back in that bathroom, chipped pieces of a future crashing and burning, a slurred voice stabbing him where it hurt. You’re pretending like everything’s okay. Like we didn’t kill Barb.

You frown at how ill he suddenly looked. Something you’ve pretended not to notice ever since school came back from Christmas break. His jumpy nature anytime a locker slammed shut, the nervous excuses when someone suggests he should throw a pool party. You didn’t care, you shouldn’t. But you still noticed.

“Okay, how about this?” You sigh, shuffling back into the classroom and closing the door with a soft click, leaning against it. “I’ll just see if I can spot Holloway. If I haven’t in the first two minutes, I’ll come straight back and we can pretend like I never left when he eventually returns. Good?”

“Yeah.” Steve says quietly, still frowning as he leans against the front desk, palms flat against the surface either side of him.

“Oh-kay.” You turn back around, ignoring that persistent feeling that told you to stay with him. Why? He hadn’t ever done anything for you.

Slipping out of the door, you start wandering down the halls, peering into empty classrooms. You and Steve seemed to be the only students left, excluding whoever was winding up your teacher by screaming across the school.

You weren’t planning on detention today. The first five times were boring enough. But that changed this morning, before you refused to be in the cabin for one more second and stormed out into the surrounding nature, a bad morning to start off a bad day. Detention ensured you had an excuse to stay away longer.

You were sure two minutes passed by as you glance up at a convenient clock, slumping your shoulders. You did make a promise. And Mr Holloway was nowhere to be seen.

Turning on your heel, you were about to walk back the way you came when you thought you could hear something, a quiet humming sound. Maybe you were right and Holloway was making his coffee right now.

In the mood for a little defiance, you head towards the noise. Anything to keep you from going home.

You round a corner, scanning the space and coming to an abrupt halt. Your stomach drops.

Blood marks the floors, red handprints smeared across the wall. It was a crimson path that dragged down the hallways, bending around the corner out of your sight. Any expectations you had of what this hallway would be like were trapped in shock, your skin feeling like fire as your nerves scream at you to leave.

So you turn around, heart loud enough to beat your eardrums.

But what if someone was hurt?

Shit, you thought, looking back, no. No, it’s not my problem.

And then you started thinking that if you left whoever it was now, you could be the reason they died.

Reluctantly, you walk down the hall, dodging the spill. Maybe this wasn’t blood. Maybe it was a prank, or a simple accidental spill of red juice.

The smell didn’t make it seem less so as you grip your sweater sleeves in your hands, that humming sound getting louder by the second.

And, when you finally turn that corner, you feel the breath being dragged from your lungs.

A girl was led on the floor, eyes staring straight at you, arms splayed either side of her. Blood was splattered all over her face, staining her clothes.

And something was eating her chest, ripping into her body.

Tears flooded your eyes, your hand covering the whimpers threatening your throat, feet slowly backing away. There was an emergency exit behind you, just further down the hall. You could make it.

Her dead eyes were looking straight through you, and you couldn’t do anything for her – all that blood. You couldn’t -There was so much blood.

Your eyes stay glued to the monster, cautious steps taking you backwards, until you could slip back around the corner. You needed to get out of here fast.

Steve, you suddenly think, eyes widening. You needed to get Steve. No matter how much you despised him, no one deserved to end up like that girl. Oh my god. That poor girl. So much blood.

Taking a deep breath, something grabbed your shoulder and you almost scream. Covering your mouth with your hands, you glance at whatever creature has suddenly got you in its grasp and prepare for-

A silver ring shone back at you and you sigh in relief. It was Mr Holloway.

“Thank god.” You whisper shakily, turning around. You can just see your startled reflection in his glasses. “There’s a girl back there and this- this thing it’s… it’s eating her.”

You look up to him with watering eyes, choking on your own words, and frown. Something was wrong.

His hair was matted to his head, a crack in the corner of his glasses. There was something black spilled over his chin, dripping onto his shirt.

“Are you okay?” You ask, instinctively taking a step back.

He doesn’t respond.

“Mr Holloway?”

His wild eyes suddenly darted upwards, staring at you.

Then, he pounces.

He’s snarling as he claws at your jumper, pulling you down to the ground with him. In haste you try and push him off of you, but this man was a lot bigger than you, wrapping his hands around your throat and smashing your head into the cold ground.

Struggling against his weight, he rears his head closer to you.

“Stop!” You try, his tightening grip on your neck releasing the word as a strained whisper.

Before the restraint became too unbearable, you had curled your fingers around the keys in your pocket and plunged the metal into the skin of his hand.

He shrieks in pain, scurrying back and finally releasing you. Your breaths are quick and shallow, mustering up any oxygen to pull yourself away from him.

You manage to stumble onto foot, turning around to see him glaring at you, a dripping line of black oozing from the wound you made. He looked scared for a second, cradling his hand. Remnants of him were fading in and out. Like he was possessed.

And then he growled. Something alien, animalistic.

Everything in the world felt distant when he opens his mouth, your breath hitching in your throat. Pieces fell away from it, four sections opening like a flower and exhibiting his rows of tiny sharp teeth. It wasn’t natural. None of it was natural.

Your body reacted before your brain, back hitting the wall as he stalked towards you. He was backing you into a corner, leaving you little chance of survival. You were going to die. He was going to kill you- your teacher was going to kill you.

Something red catches the corner of your eye and you glance over. With little time left, you throw yourself towards it and tug it from the wall.

You swing the fire extinguisher just in time for it to collide with the side of his head as he lunges at you, a sickening crunch of impact driving you backward into a stumble.

The lights above you are flickering out of control as you find your teacher hunched against the wall, still. You had driven him down, hopefully knocking him unconscious. The uncoordinated lights weren’t helping your assessment, hands still gripping the metal canister in fear.

Finally, a flash of luminescence brightens the scene long enough for you see what you had done, a sob escaping your lips. His arms were limp at his sides, neck rolled to the side. And his head was caved in, blood dripping from his mouth.

You killed him.

A throbbing ache was building in your head, the back of your skull feeling all too hot. Removing a hand from the extinguisher, you delicately pat the surface and wince, feeling the damp collected on your scalp and hair. You were bleeding.

And, just for a second, you were distracted.

A sharp, searing pain strikes your ankle, causing your one-handed grip on your only weapon to falter and it crashes onto the ground with you, slipping from your fingertips. You watch as it rolls away when the thing tugs violently on your leg, pulling you backwards as you scream into the empty hallway.

The floor was sticky, blood covering your clothes and any bare skin. You were sure it was smeared across your cheek as you cry out for help, fingers slipping against the ground as you tried to find some friction.

You knew it was the creature you had seen before, the cause of the blood you were currently being dragged through. You were going to end up like that girl, bloods mixing into the paste of victims ripped apart. Dead, alone. Prey.

Your hands slip against a door frame before it all stopped too suddenly. You weren’t outrunning it, you had to accept that. You curled up, tears streaming down your face as you prepared for the inevitable. It was going to split you apart, have you feel everything. An endless amount of pain for a terrifying ending.

But you didn’t want it to end.

No matter how many times you argued with him, you didn’t want your father to lose another child.

When it made the first brush of contact against your back, you flipped onto your back and drove your leg hard against it, catching sight of the dark bloody keys glinting in the flashing bulbs just outside of the room. You must have accidentally dragged them with you. And now they were your only hope.

With a yell, you slide the metal between your fingers and curl into a fist, spinning around and moving quickly to stab it before it could kill you.

“Woah, woah, woah! Woah, it’s me!”

You barely manage to catch yourself, stumbling back with wide eyes. You were blinking against the blinding pattern of artificial lights, arm still raised.

“It’s me! Steve!”

It all finally came back into focus and you lower your fist, a shaky breath of relief, as you observe the boy in front of you. His hair was a little wild, chest rising heavily as he clutched your lost fire extinguisher in his hands, black blood marking the bottom and rising along the metal in splatters, matching his face.

At his feet lay the creature that attacked you, its mushy face enough to settle that it wasn’t getting back up.

“Shit.” You finally drop the keys, lowering to rest your hands on your knees and catch your breath.

“Are you okay?” Steve asks, but as he looked at you, he already knew the answer.

When you left the classroom, Steve had felt uneasy about the whole ordeal.

From saving Jonathan from the Demogorgon to fighting those demodogs for the kids, he had been on edge for what seemed every day of his life. Any bump in the night, any twig snapping in the forest, it all rushed back to his head in a throbbing blur of reasons he’d never be able to sleep again.

So, when the second scream had rung out and you had gone after it, Steve could only fear the worse.

He had convinced himself it was nothing. That he was just being paranoid.

Then the overhead lights started to flicker, flashes of colourful bulbs and Nancy’s panicked yells replaying in the horror of his mind. Something was wrong. He knew he should always trust his instinct.

And then, one last scream. Your scream.

He dumped everything where it was, taking off out of the classroom in a rush that almost had him barrelling through the wooden door. He didn’t care if you hated him, if he hated you. No one deserved to die. And he couldn’t live with himself if he knew he had left you.

His feet rounded the corner so quickly he almost slipped on the slick floor. He glanced down, heart racing until it burned his throat with bile. Blood.

I’m too late, he thought, dodging a body laying against the wall. It wasn’t you, the build all too different to have him second guess.

He clocked an extinguisher that had rolled into a wall, grabbing it as he sped past. He was seriously missing that bat right about now.

Steve almost missed it, set on getting there fast. But he saw it, a demodog of his nightmares dragging something into an empty classroom.

You.

Not wasting any more time, he lifted the extinguisher and jumped over you, landing just beside the creature biting at your foot. With as much force as he could muster, he drove the dull edge of the metal can down hard, knocking it off of you completely.

As it snarled back at him, pouncing, he met its sharp mouth with the can once again, bludgeoning it over and over until he was certain it stopped moving, faceless head flattened against the shine of the school floors.

Relaxing his shoulders, he moved to check you’re okay, that he really wasn’t too late. Your curled up body on the floor hadn’t relaxed him. Neither did the sudden pain to his leg as a sole makes contact with his shins, surely leaving a bruise as he staggers back.

And then you’re spinning onto your feet, lunging for something in the dark and turning to face him in the light, fist raised, fear in your eyes he hadn’t seen before.

He really wished you had just stayed in that classroom. And you looked like you did too.

“Shit, are you okay?”

You look up at him through knotted brows, blood staining your skin. You looked like hell.

“No.” You exasperate, holding back a sob. “No, I am not okay!”

“Right.” Steve nods. He felt stupid even asking the question in the first place. “Sorry.”

Rather than say something snarky, a retort Steve became accustomed to, you simply place your hands on your head, looking down at the monster dead by his feet.

“What the fuck is going on?” You ask. Your voice was merely a whisper, terror coating your words.

Just as Steve opened his mouth to respond, a growl echoed through the corridors, raising goosebumps along his skin. You look down the hallway you stood out in with a darted gaze, faded silhouettes dancing against the walls.

“We need to get out of here.” Steve moves towards you and holds out his hand, silently begging you to take it.

You look down at it, frowning. You had no idea what was going on, how to even continue after the experience you just had. Every possible fibre of your being just wanted to curl up and hide, to admit defeat. You were terrified. And this boy in front of you was offering his hand like it was normal, face set as if he knew what he was doing. How could he possibly be calm?

“You’re gonna have to trust me on this one.” Steve says, eyes unwavering from yours. In a normal circumstance you would have said no, told him where to shove his trust.

But this wasn’t a normal circumstance.

And in this moment, you trusted him completely.

You shoved your hand into his and he grasped it tightly, pulling you with him into the hallway and letting him guide you out of the school, away from the building echo of snarls behind you. You’ll cringe about the fact you were holding hands with Harrington later, when you were sure you had made it out alive.

You thought it could be over, just a freak accident in the school that would be swiftly taking care of, leaving you with scars but a sound mind knowing it was finished. The emergency exit had other ideas.

Steve throws himself against the exit, pulling you with him onto what you hoped would be safe grass. He lets go of your hand to slam the door shut behind him, backing away and finally releasing that shaky breath building in his chest.

Running a hand through his hair, he turns to you, expecting your confused and scared expression to con him into spilling the truth about the creatures. But your eyes were fixed on the sky, a numb expression instead.

Steve follows your stare, heart plummeting with it.

The atmosphere was dark, pieces of burning sky spiralling down in black ash, red lightning clashing against the charred clouds. One in particular was menacing, like a shadow.

The shadow wasn’t a cloud.

It stretched across the buildings, hauntingly built like a spider, invading the sky with its thick body. It looked like it was glitching, its shape buzzing on its outer corners like it was…

dust.

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The Record Store: Eddie Munson x Reader (One-Shot)

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Pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader

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A/N: I have this idea for a longer piece and I just wanna know if you guys would be interested in me writing something longer than a one shot. It would kind be a 10 Things I Hate About You vibe mixed with a Battle of the Bands type thing. Let me know if you’d be interested cause I’d need help picking out some songs for them to play. Hope you enjoy this piece!

“We don’t have any new metal in.”

Eddie Munson couldn’t help but smile at the sound of your voice. He whirled around, grin plastered to his features as he put down the record he had been inspecting and leisurely made his way over to you. You were staring back at him, the corner of your mouth lifted ever so slightly as you leaned upon the counter.

“Maybe I came in here for the pleasure of your company.”

Your mouth curved the rest of the way upwards and Eddie—for just a moment—was unable to look away from it. A piece of your hair had fallen forwards so that it fell in front of your face and Eddie found himself having to refrain from reaching forward and brushing it away.

“What can I do for you, Munson?” you said, turning away as you pretended to busy yourself with the stack of records on the counter.

Eddie’s smile dropped from his features, his gaze turning to the floor as a hand came up to rub at the back of his neck nervously. At the sound of Eddie’s hesitation, you glanced up towards him, your brows furrowing slightly at his sudden change in demeanour.

“W-well,” Eddie hesitated. “I was wondering if…if there were any jobs available here at the moment.”

A soft smile crept onto your features at the sight of Eddie’s tall frame hunched over slightly, his gaze refusing to meet yours. You leaned forwards onto the counter once more so that you could catch his eye. He looked down at you sheepishly.

“I’ll have to check with my dad,” you responded truthfully. “But first I need to know what your music knowledge is like.”

Eddie’s head perked up, his smirk returning to his features in a way that had you almost sighing in relief. He leaned forward, more confident now, so that he too was leaning upon the counter, his face inches from yours.

“I thought you knew me better than that, sweetheart.”

You couldn’t help the blush that began to creep up your neck, quickly causing you to turn away before Eddie had the chance to see it.

“I know that you listen to metal. But what about the other genres?”

Eddie furrowed his brows.

“What about them? They’re not worth my time.”

You turned back to Eddie, your own confidence building now as a smirk lingered across your lips.

“We’re a music store, Munson, not a metal store. You’ve got to know a bit more than Metallica and Dio to get a job here. You know, artists that are popular.”

Eddie faked a gag and you couldn’t help the laugh that erupted from your lips.

“I would never sully my ears with such trash,” Eddie responded.

“Well then unfortunately I’ll have to tell my dad about your music prejudices,” you said, turning away.

“Waitwaitwait,” Eddie hastily spoke. When you turned back to look at him, his head was in his hands. “Fine,” he whined defeatedly.

“Fine?”

“I-I’ll,” Eddie hesitated. “I’ll listen to some…popular music.”

You didn’t try to hide the wide smile that spread across your features.

“Ok-ok-ok,” you said excitedly, jumping around the counter as you quickly glanced around the store. “I’ll give you a few albums to listen to and then the next time you come in I’ll quiz you on them.”

Eddie looked down at where you stood next to him and he couldn’t quite help the soft smile that curved his lips at the sight of your excitement. He watched on as you danced around the store, running from one section to another as you considered each album you picked up. He leaned back on the counter leisurely, his smile widening slightly as you picked up albums, put them back, and then returned back to them to reconsider.

“Okay so we definitely need an ABBA album-”

“Oh god,” Eddie groaned, rolling his eyes.

“I promise I’ll get you to love ABBA if it’s the last thing I do, Munson. Now, I’m thinking the Super Trouper album…actually no, let’s go with Voulez-Vous.” You picked out the record and tucked it under your arm. “And then we’ll need a Queen album as well. Everyone always says that A Night at the Opera is their best album but I prefer A Day at the Races. Oh! Maybe I should give you both so you can decide for yourself.”

“The second one is fine!” Eddie hastily called.

“Hmmm,” you considered. “Yeah, you’re right.” You put the first album back in the rack as Eddie let out a sigh of relief. Tucking the album next to the other one under your arm, you raced off once more, disappearing down one aisle before reappearing in another.

Eddie couldn’t help but follow your figure, the smile upon his features persistent. Your hair bounced around you as you walked, falling in front of your face whenever you bent over to inspect an album, sometimes tucked behind an ear so that the falling hair framed your face so delicately. The shirt you were wearing bore the logo of the store proudly on the back, the size of the clothing far too large for you. To compensate for the size, the shirt was partly tucked into the black jeans you were wearing that clung tightly to your legs in a way that had Eddie mesmerized as you moved. In the end, Eddie had to force his gaze back upwards, only to find that you were staring right back at him.

A violent blush instantly invaded his cheeks as he realised that you were looking at him expectantly.

“S-sorry?” he managed to stammer out.

“Would you prefer a David Bowie or Michael Jackson album?”

“Um,” Eddie was quite certain he had heard those names before but didn't particularly care enough to try and remember where. He was instead too busy trying to calm the heat that encompassed his features. “The…the first one.”

“Good choice.”

But then before Eddie had time to compose himself, you were making your way back over towards him, records held out before you. He grabbed them hesitantly, his blush only intensifying when the pad of his fingers brushed over the skin of your hand.

“T-thank you,” he said, forcing himself to turn away in an attempt to collect himself.

“Alright, so if you listen to these three albums and then come back in when you’re done, I’ll see if you’re right for the job. You don’t have to like them. God knows I don’t like all the stuff we have in here. But you just have to have a knowledge of the basics.”

Eddie nodded in understanding, not trusting himself to speak.

“Oh, but if you don’t like the ABBA album, I’ll have to reassess your sanity.”

You said it so seriously and with such conviction that Eddie couldn’t stop the laugh that erupted from his throat.

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When Eddie next walked into the store, the collection of records tucked neatly under his arm, he found himself frozen in place by the door as his eyes came to land on you. You were behind the counter, which was in itself nothing out of the ordinary. But the record player that sat to your right was spinning a record around, the sound of its music drifting lazily throughout the store.

And you were dancing along with it.

It wasn’t really dancing, not in the full sense. You were bopping your head along with the beat and swaying your hips back and forth as you completed whatever meaningless task sat before you. Eddie wasn’t altogether too sure who the artist was that was singing nor the song that was being played, but he couldn’t really bring himself to care. Because in that moment he realised you were singing as well.

It was soft, so faint that Eddie could barely hear it over the sound of the record player, but it was sweet and melodic and had Eddie’s breath hitching in his throat as he found himself unable to tear his gaze away from you. But then you were turning back around.

You startled at the sight of him, bringing one hand up to instinctively clutch at your chest.

“Jesus Christ, Eddie,” you exclaimed. “You nearly gave me a heart attack.”

A grin crept up onto Eddie’s features.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” Eddie responded as he made his way forwards until it was just the counter that sat between you. “I just didn’t want to spoil the show.”

A violent blush crept up your cheeks as you turned your head away in embarrassment.

“Oh, shut up,” you said, throwing the item that had been in your hands at Eddie’s chest. He caught it instinctively and looked down to find a rag that smelt of cleaning chemicals. He placed it back on the counter.

“I’ve done my homework, miss,” Eddie said, placing the stack of records before you. A smile enveloped your features.

“What was your favourite album?” you asked excitedly.

“Well none of them were great-” Eddie had to refrain himself from laughing at the scoff that left your lips. “But the Queen one wasn’t terrible.”

“I would be personally offended by that review if I didn’t know you better, Munson. But I get it, you have to upkeep your ‘cool guy’ aesthetic so lying about good music is necessary.”

“I’m not ly-”

“No it’s fine,” you interjected, leaning upon the counter so that your face was inches from Eddie’s. “Your secret’s safe with me. No one has to know that Eddie Munson is secretly a Queen fan.”

Eddie rolled his eyes as his smile grew wider.

“And what about the ABBA album?” you persisted.

Eddie leaned down onto the counter now, looking around the store to make sure it was still empty. “It wasn’t…” he hesitated. “It wasn’t as terrible as I thought it’d be,” he whispered into your ear.

A wide smile broke out across your lips as you suddenly jumped backwards, hands thrown into the air.

“I knew it!” you exclaimed. “I knew I could get you to love ABBA.”

“I don’t know about love-”

“What was your favourite song?” you questioned, coming back to perch your elbows upon the counter as you looked up at Eddie expectantly.

Eddie shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. “I kinda liked Gimme, Gimme-”

“I knew that would be your favourite!” you said, jumping back up once more before rounding the counter to come and stand beside Eddie. “I know everyone thinks that Voulez-Vous or Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! are the best on the album—don’t get me wrong they are great songs—but I think that songs like Chiquitita and even Angeleyes just tell a better story, you know? And like-”

Eddie remained where he was leaning upon the counter, his head propped up by one arm as he looked up at you lazily. You bounced around energetically as you spoke, your arms gesturing before you extravagantly as you continued to ramble. Your hair was tied up loosely today, Eddie noticed, so that a few strands had come free. They dangled before your face as you spoke, framing the curve of your jawline in such a way that Eddie felt the urge to reach out and trace his fingers along the curve of it. He imagined the skin on your face to be soft, fragile even, so that it would mark easily if he were to kiss along the length of your neck.

“Eddie?”

Eddie had to shake himself out of his reverie as his gaze flicked back up to meet your eyes. Your brows were furrowed, an amused smirk sitting across your lips. A violent blush encompassed his cheeks as he hastily unfolded himself back up off the counter, casting his gaze downwards towards the floor in an attempt to hide the redness that seeped onto his cheeks.

“You don’t seem very excited for a guy who just got a job,” you said with a playful smile.

“W-what?” he stammered, his gaze instantly flicking back up to meet yours. A smile timidly made its way onto his features.

“I spoke to my dad when you left last week, and he agrees that it would be good to have an extra pair of hands around the shop.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide, an ear-splitting smile growing upon his features. His heart swelled, excitement bubbling within his chest as he looked upon you, your smile mirroring his.

“Really?” he said excitedly. “Oh my God. Thankyou-thankyou-thankyou!”

And in his excitement Eddie couldn’t quite stop himself as he leant down to engulf you in a hug, pulling you upwards until your feet left the floor. A laugh escaped your mouth as he spun you, the feeling of his arms around your waist oddly comforting. When he finally put you back down, the motion excessively gentle, the vibrant blush was back as it encompassed his cheeks.

“S-sorry,” he stammered. You kept your grip on Eddie’s upper arms longer than was strictly necessary, and it was only after several moments that you forced yourself to pull away.

“What are you doing tonight?” you questioned.

“W-what?” Eddie’s blush only intensified.

“I could give you a quick training shift now if you’d like.”

“Y-yeah, okay. That would be great.”

With a smile, you gripped Eddie’s hand in yours before leading him to the storeroom that sat out the back. Eddie looked down at his fingers entwined with yours and couldn’t help the wide grin that spread across his features. When you entered the storeroom, you dropped Eddie’s hand almost absentmindedly.

“Alright so I’ll need to get you a shirt. I’m pretty sure my dad keeps the spare ones in here. They’re all the one size but they should fit you.” You paused, looking back towards Eddie. “Oh, this is the storeroom by the way. You’re allowed to come in here now.”

“Good to know,” Eddie said with a soft smile as you went back to rummaging through boxes in search of the shirts. Standing on the tips of your toes with your head practically buried inside a box, Eddie brought a hand up to cover his mouth in an attempt to swallow the laugh that was threatening to break free at the sight of your struggle.

“Aha!” you cried triumphantly, extracting yourself from the box as you turned and threw the shirt at Eddie’s chest. You turned back to tidy the space as Eddie instinctively caught the shirt before lifting his hellfire shirt over his head to change.

“There’s a bathroom around the corner if you want to get chang-” you said, stopping yourself as you turned back around only to find Eddie’s bare torso staring back at you. Your breath instantly hitched in your throat at the sight of his pale skin, his tattoos a stark contrast as they seemingly cropped up wherever you looked. Eddie was skinny, that much you had always known, but staring at him now you couldn’t quite help but marvel at the slight lines that defined his abs, a dark trail of hair disappearing into the waist band of his jeans.

“Sorry,” Eddie said as he hastily adorned his work shirt.

“N-no, it’s alright,” you stuttered as you forced yourself to turn away. Your breathing was shallow and quick, your heart pounding in your chest now as a raging heat encompassed the entirety of your face. You couldn’t quite bring yourself to look back at Eddie, so instead you turned your attention back to the job at hand.

“S-so this is the storeroom where we pretty much keep everything that’s not on the floor.” You hesitated for a few seconds, trying to get the image of shirtless Eddie out of your mind and failing. “Usually it’s just the extras of the popular records that we can’t fit in the racks out front although when we get new stock in this place can get super full.”

As you walked further into the storeroom, your foot brushed up against a box that had been left on the floor. Rolling your eyes, you bent down to pick the box up, reading the label on the side to determine where it should go.

“Preferably don’t leave stock on the floor. Although I guess I’ll have to give my father a refresher on that rule.”

With a sigh, you turned around and gazed up at the empty spot on the top shelf.

“I can help,” Eddie hastily said, following your gaze.

“No, it’s okay. I might be shorter than you, but I am perfectly capable of doing my job,” you responded smiling up at Eddie.

“Be my guest,” Eddie said back, returning your smile.

Walking over to the corner of the room, box still in hand, you balanced yourself on one leg as you brought the other to kick out before you. The milk crate that you always kept tucked away slid easily across the floor as you periodically kicked it to manoeuvre it below the empty space on the shelf. When it was in a desirable enough position, you climbed atop it before bringing the box up above your head. You had to stand on the tips of your toes to reach the top shelf, teetering in such a way that Eddie had to refrain from shooting his arms out to balance you.

When the box was in place, you turned back to look at him with a triumphant grin.

“See? Easy,” you taunted.

Now with the milk crate beneath you, you were practically the same height as Eddie, and having never quite seen you from such an angle before, Eddie couldn’t quite stop himself from marvelling at your facial features. Your eyes stared straight into his, the curve of your jaw somehow more pronounced as he stared directly at you.

“That was a tremendous performance,” Eddie responded with a smirk. “I’m quite sure you broke about eight safety rules though.” He leant against the shelf next to him so that now you were just slightly taller than him.

“Well you can bring it up with the HR lady if you want.”

“And who would that be?”

“The boss’s daughter,” you responded with a wide grin leaning forward slightly so that you looked down upon Eddie as he smirked up at you. And maybe it was because you were leaning slightly too far off centre upon the milk crate or maybe it was because you had mopped the floors only a few hours prior, but either way the milk crate shot out from beneath you. The incident was so fast and so unexpected that you felt yourself falling before you could really react at all.

Whilst you were quite certain that the fall would not be fatal nor would it seriously injure you in any way, the feeling of Eddie’s arms wrapping around you was quite the welcome addition to the situation. It was instinctive as his hands shot out towards you, curling around your waist as you fell directly into him so that in the end the incident was concluded with Eddie holding you quite firmly against his chest. You stared at him for several seconds, still slightly in shock at what had happened as you tried to calm your racing heart. Eddie stared back, his eyes equally as wide as he realised just how close your faces were to each other in that moment.

Slowly, almost with hesitation, Eddie lowered you to the ground.

Eddie, however, did not remove his arms from around you.

You continued to stare up at him, seemingly unable to tear your gaze away from his as your breathing slowly returned to normal. You heart, however, stayed at the same incessantly fast beat as it pounded against your chest.

“I have a question for the HR lady,” Eddie said almost breathlessly.

“And what would that be?”

“What’s the protocol when it comes to employees dating?”

You had to hold back a laugh, a wide grin encompassing your features.

“Depends on the situation. Everything would have to be appropriate in the workplace.”

Eddie’s gaze dropped to your lips. He was quite certain that due to your close proximity you could most likely hear his heart pumping loudly within his chest, but in that moment he couldn’t quite bring himself to care. His arms were still wrapped quite comfortably around you and although he knew that he should probably let go, he didn’t particularly want to. This was partly because you seemed to fit so very right against him and partly because he was quite certain that if he did pull away you would undoubtedly see the way his hands were shaking quite violently.

Eddie inched his lips impossibly closer to yours until he could feel your breath against his skin.

“And would kissing the boss’s daughter in a storeroom be deemed inappropriate?”

He didn’t wait for you to respond. You smiled into the kiss when his lips crashed onto yours, your hands instantly shooting upwards to wrap around Eddie’s neck. Eddie’s hands remained firmly grasped to your waist almost as if he were afraid you might disappear should he let go. The kiss was slow at first, almost timid as if the two of you were cautiously mapping the other out. But the longer it continued, the hungrier it became until the taste of Eddie filled you completely. The scent of his cologne mixed with the smell of cigarettes that always seemed to linger around him washed over you, engulfing your senses until all you could smell was him, until all you could feel was him, so solid and warm around you.

You brought one hand up to tangle in the roots of Eddie’s hair as you panted into his open mouth, desperately needing to breath and yet not wanting the moment to end. Eddie wasn’t aware he was moaning until he heard it echoing around him, loud and evident in the silence of the room.

In the end it was the both of you that pulled away together, gasping and panting desperately for air. For a long time you both stood like that, still wrapped in the embrace of each other’s arms, your chests rising and falling. At the sight of the redness that surrounded your lips, Eddie couldn’t help the wide smile that engulfed his features.

“So what’s the HR lady’s verdict on kissing in storerooms?” Eddie asked with a smirk.

“Completely unprofessional,” you responded with a grin. “Although maybe it might occasionally be allowed if one of the parties involved asked the other on a date.”

“Wow, this HR lady sounds like a real buzz kill.”

“Oh, yeah, she’s a real bitch.”

Eddie bent down to capture your lips within his once more, unable to wipe the smile from his face as he did so.

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“A long long time ago,

Inazuma was the land of Youkai. Seldom would any human beings be seen there. Those who would either leave or remain as the exception until their respective and timely demises.

However, as the ages went by and the times changed, so too did the nature of the inhabitants of this land. Slowly but surely, human beings began to populate the lands of Inazuma, paving way for the era that we live in now, where they live alongside the Youkai as but another species subject to the Electro Archon. Of course not all was easy, and there many many Youkai that opposed this change but humanity liv…-”

…

“Hey”

You poked the cheek of your fellow disciple under Kitsune Saiguu, grabbing her attention.

“Hey Miko”

“Hm? What is it?” She asked you, sounding almost bored. Well, extremely bored.

“Kitsune Saiguu might quiz us on this.”

“And?”

“And you should listen to her”

“What is she going to do if I don’t? Tell the Shogun?”

You frowned “She might. You could get in trouble.”

“I don’t really care if I do,” Miko shrugged “It’s not like it’s going to make me any less of the Shogun’s familiar. Besides…what does it matter to you anyway? If I get in trouble I mean. It hardly concerns you”

You kept quiet. It didn’t. Or at least it shouldn’t have.

You fell into a deep silence as the lecture drawled on and eventually, you went back to paying attention to it instead of Miko. You supposed that regardless of whether it did matter or not that Miko got in trouble but you for one didn’t want to disappoint the Head Priestess. You were lucky she didn’t already hear you talking, and it’d be best if you didn’t push that luck too much.

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The afternoon light fell on Narukami shrine, tunnelling through the various clouds lazily shifting in the sky.

You felt weird shirking your duties to cloud gaze like this but for some reason you had no motivation to work. You were…too preoccupied with your thoughts you supposed. Closing your eyes, you attempted to relax, letting your maddening worries be carried away in the wind. It almost felt peaceful.

“Hey.” You felt someone poke your forehead.

You crack open your eyes, annoyed at the impromptu intrusion. It was Miko. “Are you awake?” She asked.

You sat up and looked at her “No I’m obviously fast asleep, why?” You deadpanned

Miko rolled her eyes “It was just a question. Look, if you’re upset about how I talked to you before, rejoice because I came here to apologise”

“Really?” You raise your brow

“No. I’m kidding.” She went and sat down beside you, “I was just wondering what kind of idiot lies down to daydream during the middle of work. Was the lecture really so boring that you can’t keep your eyes open now?”

“No. The lecture was actually kind of interesting”

Miko shot you a look. “Seriously. What are you what those mortal’s like to call a nerd-”

You elbow her lightly as she laughs “I was just wondering about it okay? I thought it was pretty interesting to think about I guess…”

“Why? Humans are everywhere. If you wanted to find out more about them you could’ve just went down to their villages and asked. Or stopped one on their trip to the shrine”

You stay quiet for a bit. “They didn’t used to be this common though. It made me wonder a bit if there would ever come a day where humans would just run Inazuma instead of Youkai, because of how many of them there’d be. And it also made me wonder if, that day ever were to come, where the Youkai of Inazuma would go. If there would be any of us left, if only barely”

Moment of silence passes between you two. Then another. Then one more.

Then Miko bursts out laughing and your face flushes red in response.

“Are you- are you serious?” She manages to say in between her laughter. “They’re mortals. An Oni could wipe out half a village of them if it wanted to, I think the Youkai are going to be fine”

“It was just a thought” you look away, red in the face, “I was being serious…”

“Oh dear me” Miko clears her throat and tries to calm herself, “Okay, okay. I’ll try to humour you then. If there ever does come a time where none of us Youkai exist anymore-”

“If most of us Youkai didn’t exist anymore” you correct her.

“Right. If most of us didn’t exist anymore. Then…well firstly I’d imagine Inazuma would look a lot different” She says as she gazes out into the horizon, seemingly trying to imagine this hypothetical place “It would be filled with human villages. Dozens of them. There would probably be a capital too, filled to the brim with humans. Kind of like Liyue right? The Electro Archon would still be around I’d imagine but most of her soldiers and servants would be humans instead of Youkai. There would many human festivals and I guess they might even celebrate some of our festivals as well” She went off listing things as her gaze focused on this imaginary city in the horizons. You were listening in whole heartedly, enthralled with her little vision of the “future”. With the way her voice sounded when she said it. With the way her face looked under the golden hues of the afternoon sun.

“That sounds like the stuff of books. You’d be good at writing them. Stories I mean”

Miko looked over at you. “You really think so? Well I can’t say I’ve thought about that before but I suppose I could. Maybe when I’m a bit older though, I could share tales at the next Hyakkiyakou to practice”

You smile but it’s quickly overshadowed by your overwhelming thoughts from before. “What do you think of an Inazuma like that? One that, you know, belongs to humans”

Miko seems to think about it for a while. “I’m not sure if I’d entirely mind it”

“But none of our friends would be here anymore”

“I know, and I’m sure I’d be sad for a while but…eventually I would move on, like anyone does from grief. When that happens, no matter how long it takes, I would love to explore the various corners of this new Inazuma and check it out for myself. I think It’d be nice”

You shift your gaze towards the horizon, trying to imagine the Inazuma she so easily saw. “You know…I might not even be here either”

…

A silence falls upon both of you with Miko looking at you with an unreadable expression.

“Fine.” She sighs, getting up. She grabs your hand and begins pulling you somewhere.

“W-where are we going?” You ask her, confused and caught off guard. You however are not given the pleasure of an answer until you stop at the fortune slip shrine.

“Take one.” She says simply, pulling out a fortune slip of her own.

“Why?”

“Just do it.”

You sigh as you pull out a fortune slip. Before you could open it and see what It says however, it’s swiftly plucked out of your hands by none other than Miko. “Hey! What was that for?” You grumble only for her to hand you her fortune instead.

“Tell you what? Since you were so worried about what fate had in store for the Youkai of Inazuma- and by extension me and yourself- You take my fortune slip and I’ll take yours.”

You look at her, even more confused then before. “How is that supposed to help or even comfort me?”

Miko sighs, “Let me explain. If, in a hundred years or so from now, one of us does actually end up dying, your fate would still live on in my hands, and my fate would still live on in yours. Even if it’s carried away like dust in the wind, a piece of us would still live on in the other.” She finishes, looking over at you to judge your expression. “So? What do you think? Happy now?”

You stare at Miko for a bit, then you burst out laughing. Miko turns red, “Well, if you’re going to make fun of my idea like that then you could just give me back my slip” she says trying to grab the fortune slip from your hands only for you to move it out of reach.

“No no. It’s not that, it’s just…uncharacteristically sweet of you” You smile at her, “I like this part of you. Thank you. I do feel better now”

Miko pauses for a second looking at you. Long enough for you worry if you said anything wrong. Before you could ask though, Miko breaks you out of your thoughts once again,

‘Your welcome” Miko smiles in return, attempting to look nonchalant despite the happiness from your compliment radiating off her. “Now…didn’t you have work to do? I mean, I don’t care if I get in trouble but you…? That could spell bad things for you”

Your eyes widen in panic “Right! Shoot I totally forgot” You turn around and run to go complete your chores around the shrine, stopping only to wave goodbye to Miko.

“I’ll catch you later!” You call out to her

Miko chuckles to herself, waving at you “Sure. Catch you later”

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That was a tale from a long long time ago. So long ago, in fact, that you didn’t need to use the phrase “a long long time ago” to preface tales about the Youkai.

It was a curious thing for Miko to have been pondering anything so deeply under the light of the afternoon sun, but she found herself consumed by grief. So many things had happened all too soon, and time had not given her the opportunity to digest it all.

Thoughts of it all circled back to you, that day, and the fortune slip in her hands.

She mindlessly moved to open it. It was so old now that she could barely make out the words.

Great Fortune…

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“The moon hangs in the night sky as beautiful and serene as the object of your affections. To whoever draws this slip, you have great fortune ahead of you.

Love will blossom in the most unexpected of places filling your heart with excitement you had not felt before, giving you the motivation to strive forward and achieve that which you want to achieve.

If you wished to get ahead in the romance department— now is your chance.

Your lucky object for the day: Sakura Bloom

Love is as beautiful and fleeting as the petals of the Sakura blossom

As such, it is important seize the moment and enjoy it while it lasts”

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Miko could only stare at the slip in silence. She wanted to scream, she wanted to cry, she wanted to throw the slip off the mountain side, but she didn’t.

Was this another one of the universe’s cruel jokes? To give her this slip, a snippet of time from the day you had met. To give her hope that perhaps, you had returned her affections even after you had permanently left this world. She could only scoff, dropping the slip and crushing the old wood carving underneath her feet.

How annoying…she really should stop believing in these things.

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