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wissbby · 4 years

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Boyfriend head-canon - Oikawa Tо̄ru

⤙ Summary: basically, a head-canon about how I imagine Oikawa in a relationship. ⊹ Genre: fluff, smut and a tiny bit of angst ⊹ Word count: 1779 ⊹ Warnings: NSFW ⤙ Author’s note: this head-canon is a bit bigger than I anticipated. I still feel like I’m missing so much more so I might edit this in the future and add onto it. For now, I hope you just enjoy it :)

So, let's say you and Oikawa got together.

I don't see Oikawa as someone who opens up easy. It takes the man a lot of time and trust so you'll have to be patient if you want to develop a relationship with him.

You must've been (very very good) friends before he even sees you as a potential significant other.

I've seen a lot of Haikyuu fans bashing on the man because of that one scene with Kageyama. They don't realise that Oikawa was at his lowest point during this moment and was overall just doing very, very bad.

It's also a scene where we get to see Oikawa's fakes finally breaking down.

You need to show Oikawa you're there for him, even if he pushes you away at the very beginning.

He's afraid to show you his insecurities, even if you're already aware of them in the first place.

He's just so so afraid of losing you. He’s afraid you’ll leave him behind once you get to see the other -not so pretty- side of him.

So, try to break him,

in a good way, of course.

Also, give him a lot of space. And by this, I mean, give the man attention but let him do his things like he always has done.

Even though you're now his partner, Oikawa is still selfish in that perspective. He won't try his hardest best to change his schedule for you.

You know volleyball is important to him, right? So you must understand why he won't do so.

Trust me,

He'll come back running once he realises this kind of behaviour was the exact reason his ex broke up with him.

"I'm so sorry. It's just- I'll try harder."

And if Oikawa says so, he really means it. This man keeps his promises, I'll give him that.

He's just very insecure about a lot of things, though he might not show that side of him immediately.

If you've come across the point where Oikawa fully knows he's accepted by you, he'll show you his true colours.

Expect him to break down in front of your -yet to be opened- front door.

Just take the man inside and comfort him.

He likes to be pampered.

Now, onto a bit more fluffy stuff.

This man is one hundred per cent the affectionate type.

If he wants to feel your skin, he will do anything in his power to do so.

Out in public but suddenly craving you? He's kissing your forehead and pushing you against his chest while holding your waist with his right arm and intertwining your hands with his left hand.

Together in one's bedroom? He'll either plop on top of you, burying his head into the crook of your neck with his body all over yours or will push you against his chest and let you rest your head in the crook of his neck while running his hands slowly through your hair until he hears your evening breaths.

He just likes to know you're still there with him.

Sorry buddy's, it's the insecurities.

It's also a way of apologising for the time he loses with you because of volleyball. He tries his hardest best to make the time you two have unforgettable.

If he finally got a day off, he will one hundred per cent take you on a date.

Expect this man to go all out.

Clothes, shoes, accessories, oh yeah, and the date itself too

He almost forgot about that, but let's ignore that for now

Okay, so these are the type of dates he would definitely take you on,

Coffeeshop dates, picnics, star-gazing, home-theatre.

Let me explain each date

Coffeeshop dates: it has to be one of those cosy, very warm atmosphere shops. He likes to see a lot a brown, dark green, some orange and of course, plants. It's an aesthetic the pretty setter loves to be surrounded by to unwind from everything going on.

It's also a perfect colour palette for his Instagram feed.

He'd wear a grey sweater with vinyl pants and -of course- wear his glasses to add to the look.

This mf is actually blind without them but only wears them when they match his outfit.

Anyway,

Picnics: Oikawa would take care of everything. The only thing you need to do is just be there. He likes to lay down with you, telling you about his day/week. The pretty scenery above your heads and in front of you keeps amazing him. He will never get tired of the prettiness Mother Nature offers. Bonus!! Bring him milk bread and he’ll spin you around before settling you back on the ground and pecking your lips ever so slightly.

Star-gazing: I see Oikawa as an intelligent human being. Besides that, he is very curious about various things. He almost always has a question about something. If he feels romantic or just simply wants to see you, he’ll call you when the sun has set, telling you he is waiting for you outside. I know for a fact that this dude has some secret hide-out since he was a child. He hasn’t shared it with anyone, not even Iwaizumi, because it was his spot to completely shut the outside world out. He really doubted whether he should tell you about it or not. But, he wanted to show you himself, all of him. He loves you too much to let you be apart of that “outside world”. Arriving at the spot, he would lay down with you in the tall grass, eyes immediately fixating on the bright stars. He would point out the zodiac signs, telling you some facts about his sign and yours (yes, he did his research). On the court, Oikawa feels big. He feels big with his team and is not afraid to lose if it were with them. But now that he lays underneath the big open sky, he realises how tiny he is in this universe. He starts to think about how lucky he is to have met you in this big universe. Expect some sappy shit and maybe some tears if he feels vulnerable.

Home-theatre: sometimes, it’s better to stay indoors with your loved one. And Oikawa completely agrees with that. After a long week of school or work he just likes to unwind. Now, he would invite you over. And girl- when I tell you what he did. You didn’t exactly expect a fort in front of his television. But then again, we are talking about Oikawa here. It’s adorable, though. There are fairy lights all over the place, candles lit and an unnecessary amount of pillows and fluffy blankets. You both lay down and pick a movie. Settling on “Ponyo” because Oikawa once mentioned the drawing style makes him feel at ease. This man has one of his arms either wrapped around your figure or intertwined his fingers with you. He prefers to have you cuddled into him, whether that be spooning or laying on top of his chest. He just likes to keep you close. It’s these moments Oikawa cherishes the most: the domestic ones.

Let’s hope I fed you enough fluffy content because I’m ready to flip the switch once again.

Like I mentioned before, Oikawa is a curious man.

And this also applies to kinks.

I know for a fact he is not scared to try out new things. He just wants two things: trust and honesty.

He wants you to trust him and trust you. He also wants you and him to be as honest as possible.

Do you not like something even though he seemed to be into it? Tell him, he wants it to be as equally enjoyable for you as it is for him.

Now, I’ve seen a lot of headcanons telling Oikawa is a switch with sub tendencies.

I’m only gonna have to agree on the first part.

This kid is, indeed, a switch. However, he is more of a switch with dom tendencies, in my eyes.

Big on praise, like, very big.

Secretly likes receiving more than giving, but you never heard that from me.

He also is into slight bondage. Handcuffs, ropes etc.

He likes to tie you up and block your sight. It makes him feel in control.

Also, the way you squirm whenever he’s breathing or whispering into your ear when you least expect it, gets him rock hard every time.

However, do the same to him and he’ll obey.

After being the fattest brat ever, of course.

#pegoikawa2020

Some other kinks he has are breath play, cockwarming, degradation, role-play, overstimulation, pain, food-play, stockings, cute lingerie and sadism.

(There are so many more kinks he likes and I want to go into detail about all of these but this shit will get too long so I won’t. Request if you want to see what I’d say about his kinks.)

He can go all out.

But Oikawa prefers the more gentle sex where you just take time to enjoy each other’s carcasses.

Is super vulnerable whenever that happens and has indeed broken down a couple of times during the act.

He can’t help it: he loves you too much that he can’t even keep on that facade anymore.

Aftercare with this baby is so cute.

If the previous moments were a lot rougher, he likes to check up on you and praise you for your work.

However, he gets you a glass of water and a towel to clean up the mess every time.

When taken care of, he likes to plop down and just hold you as close as possible. Usually runs his fingers through your hair to confirm you’re still there with him.

Falls asleep real quick, ngl

If I can give you a piece of advice: get up the morning after to make him breakfast

It’s something small but Oikawa really feels loved whenever he’s taking care of

Asks you to take place beside him and shares his breakfast with you

Yes, he is the type to put food into his mouth and share it with you with the help of a kiss that transfers the piece of food into your own mouth

Mornings like these are intimate and Oikawa cherishes them the most

Usually followed by just a lazy day of enjoying the presence of one another and probably some romance anime or Black Mirror binge watch.

Overall, this baby needs a lot of reassurance in his relationship. Let him know you’re there and won’t leave him (one of his, if not biggest, insecurities). Make him feel loved and let him take his time to warm up to you. Oikawa is worth the wait.

Bonus!!

Iwaizumi is so very glad to see his best friend happy. He’s very grateful you two have met. Will never not show you how much he appreciates him.

“Thank you for loving him, Y/n-san,” Iwaizumi would say, voice lowered in hopes his friend wouldn’t be eavesdropping.

“Iwa-chan! Are you flirting with my girlfriend?”

“Shut up, shittykawa! You don’t deserve someone as good as her!”

He’s just happy his best friend is finally able to share his insecurities with someone he loves so much.

You’re a blessing to the both of them.

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giowritess · 4 years

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straight to my head [henry cavill]

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Pairing: Henry Cavill x bestfriend!female!reader

Request: “Hi! May you please write a Henry Cavill one where you’re hanging out with him and you have feelings for him but haven’t had the guts to tell him but that day your sister called you and you started speaking in Spanish to her about Henry but little did you know that he actually knew Spanish and he teased you about it. Happy ending please, thank you!”

Warnings: cursing, some angst, fluff

Word-count: 2,697

Author’s note: HEY GUYS! I can’t believe I’m finally posting my first writing piece here on Tumblr! It’s my first attempt at writing this kind of fanfiction (well, the second, actually), and I truly hope you like it, especially you, dear anon, who requested this. I did some changes, hope you don’t mind. This one was based on the song Straight to My Head, by You Me At Six, and I’d really like if you listened to it. A big thank you to my best friend, @naturiz for the Spanish part, and a big shoutout to my amazing beta/daughter/friend/love of my life @amirahiddleston <3333 I’d be lost without you!

gif credit goes to @b-n-a-o

Straight to My Head

You had never been the kind of person to enjoy dancing.

Yet, here you were, jumping, moving and swaying your hips to the beat of your favorite song in the middle of an empty dance floor. A little tequila-and-other-alcoholic-beverages-induced, yes — but you were happy, not even minding the glances you were getting. All the stress that had built up in the past few weeks had finally left your body, and you had your friends to thank for that. They were the ones who’d dragged you down here, to a cosy small pub. It had been way too long since the last time all of you had spent time together, and everyone seemed to benefit from a bit of fun and forgetting the real world.

Exactly as you were doing right now, completely oblivious to everything and everyone else. How good it felt to be trapped in your bubble, with nothing but your fuzzy mind and your favourite song.

“Didn’t know you could dance, y/n,” Henry teased, not far from you. You could even hear the smirk in his deep voice.

“Shut up, idiot,” you replied, snapping out of your bubble and walking closer to your friends.

“Seriously, though,” he insisted, grinning like a kid, “those were amazing dance moves. You should teach me.”

You just rolled your eyes, making him laugh, and tried to hide your smile. Your relationship with Henry had always been playful like this, ever since you met a couple of years ago. You two had been through a lot together — it was quite a fun and exciting journey to follow his success as an amazing actor that close, which meant celebrations, parties, even a few premieres.

As the boys got ready to play some pool, you stood in the back with a beer in hand, watching him — always him and no one else. You sighed as you watched him move with the ease and gracefulness of a cat. A big, fluffy cat who seemed to be serious and almost dangerous on the outside, but was nothing more than a playful little kitten on the inside.

The dim lighting in that corner of the room sent shadows over his godly features, the sight sending warmth up your core. He was always the most handsome man in the room. And in your head.

That was where he was. He’d taken over your thoughts ever since you met, and there was nothing you could do to take him out; he was already at home and wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. You tried as hard as you could, even dated other people, but it was pointless. You still fell hard for him anyway.

But Henry was your best friend, and you were his. You talked about everything, helped each other with everything — even his own love life. It hurt you. Like hell, but there was nothing you could do about it but listen and be there for him when he needed, just like he did for you. His friendship is one of the most precious things on Earth to you, but that is all you were meant to be. He was yours, but not in the way you truly wanted.

Which was why sometimes it got too hard for you. Sometimes you had to step back and pull yourself together when it was too much for your heart. Seeing him with other women, especially when you knew he was happy, was far more than you could take, a pain you couldn’t avoid.

You straightened yourself up and dropped the bottle on the table. You needed to sober up. Being drunk around Henry was always a dangerous idea — you were a complete mess. Crazy, unpredictable and suddenly brave. The possibility that you’d end up saying or making anything that could lead to regrets and ruining your friendship was a giant risk — one you couldn’t take. So, you always tried your best to be as sober as possible, but tonight you desperately needed the freedom and release that only alcohol could give you. And he happened to be around.

“Be right back,” you muttered to no one in particular, making your way towards the ladies room. They were too entertained in their game to miss you, anyway.

Thankfully, the bathroom wasn’t crowded, just a few girls who seemed half your age, many who had probably got in with a fake ID. You went straight to the sink and splattered the cold water in your face one, two, three times. But it was the girls’ conversation that caught your attention.

“Did you see Henry Cavill playing pool by the back? Jesus fucking Christ, that’s Heaven made of flesh,” one of them said.

“Can you believe our luck? Gotta be fate,” the one applying mascara in front of the mirror replied.

They laughed together and started to make their way outside.

“I think I’m gonna try my luck, who knows,” you heard one of them say as they left the bathroom, and you gripped the sink with both hands, taking a deep breath.

You had no right to be angry with their words. In fact, you understood a-hundred-per cent how they felt — you felt that way almost all the time, too. But fuck. There was no way in controlling the anger that was taking over you, as well as the few lonely tears that escaped the corner of your eyes. There was nothing you could do about it but simply accept it. That was your job as his best friend.

After a few deep breaths, you pulled yourself together, and finally mustered the courage to leave the bathroom. Your anger alone, still tingling through your face, your arms, your fingers, had sobered you up some seventy-per cent by now. You stopped by the bar to buy some chocolate and was met with one of your friends.

“Hey y/n, wanna play some pool? We need someone,” he asked.

“Yeah, sure,” you replied, eating the chocolate before you walked back to the pool table.

You grunted at the scene in front of you. The girls from the bathroom, one sitting in the back with her arms wrapped around one of your friends and the other one — the prettiest one, with long, dark hair and a beautiful black dress that hugged her body in the best way — tangled up with Henry, laughing and touching him whenever (and wherever) she could. Which meant all the time (and everywhere).

It wasn’t that this kind of thing didn’t happen often — it did, in fact; of course it would, when your group of friends had you as the only woman. And you didn’t care for your other friends, they could do whatever they wanted if it’d bring them a bit of happiness, even if momentary. But Henry was… Henry. He would never be like everyone else, and you couldn’t fool yourself or your heart to believe that.

“Girls, this is y/n,” your friend said, and the girls smiled at you.

You tried your best to look sympathetic.

“Hey, I’m Devon,” the one in the back waved at you.

“And this is Julia,” Henry told you and motioned at the girl beside him.

With another deep breath, you smiled and hoped it looked real enough.

You didn’t know what happened to you. You’d never been this jealous, you’d always been able to control your emotions and prevent them from rising to surface. But that night felt completely different. Probably because of all the alcohol, but there was no way you’d be able to look unaffected.

“Ready to kick some asses?” your pair asked, handing you the stick.

“Born ready, baby,” you replied, applying chalk to the end of the poolstick.

Julia was Henry’s partner, of course. He had to show her how to properly hold the stick and how to play, but you had your doubts if she truly didn’t know or was just pretending. Well, you’d pretend if you were in her shoes.

It was no surprise when you made the first ball — you had a natural talent for the pool. Especially when drunk. And angry.

The chocolate in your mouth felt bitter because you kept hearing Julia’s giggles and saw the way Henry touched her. Every fucking time she was going to play, he had to be glued to her back, lingering touches on her hand, her arms. It began to piss you off way more than you imagined.

You made a ball. And another, and another, and another. Four in a row, leaving only two of your balls on the table.

“Fuck, y/n,” your partner said, and laughed, clearly a bit shocked. “Where did that come from?”

“What can I say,” you replied, “the effects of anger.”

The game soon came to an end, you made the victory hit. You started another, trying your best to focus on the game and nothing else. But it was hard. It was so fucking hard when Julia and Henry didn’t even pretend to play properly, due to their drunken stupor and lust for one another. When his lips went closer to her ear, you finally snapped. There was no way in fucking hell you were going to endure that. No. Enough.

“I’m through,” you stated before dropping the stick on the table.

You didn’t care about the stupid game. All you wanted was to leave the pub, to get away, and cry and scream and fill up your sister’s inbox with countless messages rambling about it.

That was exactly what you did the instant you crossed the door, drinking in the cold night air and fishing for your phone. After finding her contact, your fingers started to fly across the keyboard, but you realized that wasn’t enough for how angry you were.

“No puedo creer lo enojada que estoy por eso [I can’t believe how mad I am],” you started. Of course, it’d be in Spanish, your mother tongue: it was the only way you truly could express your anger.

You weren’t even sure what you wanted to say, but you had to say something, to get it out. There was a pressure in your chest that’d only be alleviated after you opened your heart to someone, obviously your sister.

“Tú no creerías lo tan enojada que estoy. ¡Pero ugh! ¡Simplemente no puedo controlarlo y no mames eso me deja demasiada enojada! [You wouldn’t believe how mad I am. But ugh! I just can’t control it and that makes me so fucking angry!]”

You sent that first audio message to her. You didn’t even have an internet connection, so she’d only receive it after you connected to wifi or something, but it didn’t matter. You just had to speak. Get it out of your system.

“Dios, desearía que pudieras verlo con tus propios ojos todos los toques y coqueteos. Simplemente me mandaron por un tubo y no sé cómo enfrentarlo, sabes? No hay ninguna explicación más allá de la verdad, que él debe haber entendido, de todos modos. O no, apuesto que Julia lo mantiene demasiado ocupado para que yo ocupe su mente [God, I wish you could see for yourself! All those touches and flirting. It just pushed me off the edge and now I don’t even know how to face him, you know? There’s no explanation besides the truth. Which he must have already figured it out, anyway. Or not. I bet Julia is keeping him too busy for me to occupy his mind at all],” you said in a single breath. There. Now you felt as if the weight was off your chest.

After pressing the “send” button, you took a much needed deep breath. The cold weather had a calm, soothing effect on you as you breathed in the night air; you could feel yourself getting calmer. Still angry, yes, but a bit calmer.

So trapped in your own space, you almost jumped when you heard his voice.

“No hay nada que nunca pueda sacarte de mi mente [There’s nothing that can ever keep you off my mind].”

Even in a perfect Spanish, his deep British accent was still present.

Oh, my, god. There he was, behind you, and you wanted to bury yourself six feet under and never, ever come out.

“Henry!” Your voice was a shriek. “I… I’m… I sh…” you stuttered, not knowing what to say. You could feel your heart pounding violently against your chest.

What to say, what to do, how to act. You had no idea Henry even spoke Spanish, and you sure as hell hadn’t expected him to follow you outside. Díos mio. Had he heard every single word you just said? You were glad that it was dark, ‘cause your face must’ve definitely been on fire.

“I’m sorry,” he said, making you look at him with a visible question mark on your face. “For making you feel like that. I did want to affect you, though, and I’m quite glad I did.”

“What? Henr—”

“See, y/n,” he interrupted you, “I had a theory, and you just proved it.”

He came closer, his beautiful face stepping under the thin lightning which made his baby blue eyes to shine. He hovered above you, like a lion over his prey, but you weren’t intimidated at all. Though confused and with your head spinning as fuck.

“My theory was that you and I feel the same way about each other,” he continued, getting closer and closer at each word that left his lips.

Díos. Were your dreams coming true? Was this real? Were you dreaming, or even seeing properly? You could hear your speeding heart, and you wondered if he could hear it, too.

“Henry, I… I’m… I’m lost in translation here,” you replied, your weak voice almost a whisper.

He had to say it. You needed to hear the words coming out of his very own lips, otherwise, it wouldn’t be real.

A low chuckle came from him. He left very little space between your faces when he got even closer and cupped your face with both hands.

“I’ve been falling in love with you ever since you entered my life, love,” he said. Your knees were weak, and you felt as if you were going to fall dead on the ground. “But you never gave me any signal that you felt the same. Until I started to notice the small details. Your face, your eyes, your hands. Your words, your expressions. The little things gave you away, y/n.”

The warm touch of his big hands on your face, all the love and tenderness with which he spoke every single word made your heart swell. No one had ever spoken with that much affection towards you, no one had ever held you that gently as he did. Your best friend. Your soulmate.

“So? Am I right then? He asked playfully, chuckling because you hadn’t said anything yet.

You felt as if a lightning bolt had just gone through you, your skin prickling.

“Yes!” You instantly said, feeling some tears on your eyes. “Yes, Henry, yes. You are. I don’t even know for how long I’ve loved you. I was… I was scared of ruining our friendship. I’m sorry, if I’d kno—”

He shushed you with a gentle kiss, timidly placing one of his hands in the back of your neck. You placed your hands on his broad shoulders.

“No regrets or apologies,” he murmured, touching your forehead with his. “Though I do regret the method I used to prove my point,” he said, chuckling. “I’m sorry. I was getting desperate and running out of options. I just couldn’t bear to spend another entire day being nothing more than friends with you,” he explained, his eyes locked with yours. One of his hands started tracing the line of your bottom lip. “Not being able to touch you, to kiss you… God knows how torture it was to be around you all this time.”

It was your turn to laugh. He felt exactly like you did, then.

“Henry?” You whispered. “Come home with me?”

An affirmation, an invitation, an order? You didn’t know. But all that mattered was his answer.

“Yes.”

A/N: I hope from the depths of my heart that you enjoyed it! For now I do not have a taglist, but if you’d like to be tagged in my future works, let me know <3

xoxo, Gio

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moon-in-daylight · 4 years

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Save you (Part 3) / Dhawan!Master x reader

Summary: Traveling with The Doctor had shown you incredible things: The existence of extraterrestrial live, the possibility of time travel and the most beautiful and remote places you could have ever imagine... But being with her had also made you develop some strong values. To be kind and always help those in need. But would you be up to help The Master now that he is the one who needs to be saved?

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Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

You sighed as you remembered the last time you had seen The Master before all of this, when you went back with The Doctor to the 21st century to ruin his plans. For you, it had only been a few hours, but he hadn’t seen you in almost 80 years. And as crazy as it was, and even though you didn’t even talked to each other, you could see in the way that he looked at you that he had missed you in that time. Or maybe you had just finally lost your mind.

You must have had, you thought as you headed back to the console room. Other way, you wouldn’t be there, saving that psychopath’s life.

He was still lying there, just how you had left him around an hour ago. What you were about to do was possibly the dumbest thing anyone could do in that situation, but you hoped it might work. You had seen crazier plans work with The Doctor.

“I think I’ve found a way to cure you.” You muttered, The Master’s attention setting on you with the little energy he had left. “The Cyberium won’t leave you until you die, but what will it do when you’re finally dead? It will need a new host, one capable of holding it. But it won’t be able to find one if I’m gone by the time you die. It will get trap inside this TARDIS forever.”

When he processed what you were saying, he immediately tried to sit up, looking at you as if you were out of your mind. You looked at him carefully, realizing once again how different he was now. For a second, you almost missed the cocky bastard that he used to be.

“I’m going to offer a solution for all of us.” You kept going, explaining your plan. “If you let him live, you can have me.” As you talked to the Cyberium, you saw the judgmental look in The Master’s eyes. “I know I don’t seem like the greatest ally, but I’ve not only studied the history of Cybermen, I’ve also defeated them. I know their weaknesses, the flaws in your plan.”

“Are you stupid?” The Master interrupted you, his breathing getting heavier with frustration the more he heard you speaking. If you were really thinking of sacrificing yourself like that, you surely were infinitely more stupid than he gave you credit for.

“I know how to defeat The Doctor. I’ve travelled with her, I know how she thinks.” You completely ignored him, trying to reach the substance inside of him. He could already feel it getting flustered. “And, of course, there’s the issue with me being only human, but I can easily be converted. Fully converted, more powerful than what that Ashad could have ever been.” You referred to the half converted Cyberman that had started all of this. “I’ll willingly help you. All you have to do is let The Master live.”

A few seconds passed in which the both of you stayed silent, yet you could feel the tension in the air, your heart beating harder than it ever had. Your gaze crossed with The Master’s for a second, letting you see something different in his eyes. Something similar to what you think you saw that day when the Kasaavin took him. You weren’t really sure what it was, but it made him seem vulnerable. As if the façade he was always wearing came down for just a moment.

It felt like forever before you saw the liquid-like substance getting out of The Master’s chest and placing itself right in front of you. You almost got paralyzed when you saw the way it moved and how it got bigger by seconds. You had seen the Cyberium before, but you had never been so close to it, to its real form. It was intimidating.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you finally made your move and tossed the device hidden in your hand to the floor, creating a virtual, transparent cell around the creature. When you had read in one of The Master’s book about that portable cell, you immediately had an idea. And with a little help of the TARDIS guiding you to The Master’s inventory, where he kept most of his weapons, you found one avilable for you to use. As soon as you got it in your hands, you quickly started to scheme it all, to think of the right words that would make The Cyberium take enough interest in you. You weren’t a hundred per cent sure that the plan was going to work, but it was the best you got. Luckily, you had performed it smoothly.

“Are you out of your mind?!” You heard The Master’s voice, loud and clear as he quickly walked to you and grabbed you violently by the arm. He seemed to be getting a liking on that part of your anatomy. “What were you thinking?!”

“I saved you.” You struggled to say, trying to get him off of you. In just a few seconds, he looked a lot better, the color returning to his skin and the strength coming back to his body, as you were checking on first hand. “You better rush, that cell won’t keep it there forever! Just throw it into the sun or something!”

He abruptly let go of you, looking back at the Cyberium. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but you had been pretty brilliant at your performance. For a second there, he truly believed you were just going to kill yourself for him. And for a second there, he had been sincerely worried about it. He still was. Only thinking about how easily things could have gone wrong… The Master clenched his fists in frustration as he rushed himself to the controls of the TARDIS, knowing for a fact that in ‘usual conditions’ he would have been more than okay with your sacrifice.

Trying to push that thought away, he started to pull and push the levers and buttons, making the creature disappear from his ship.

“Where did it go?” You asked when it was finally just the two of you. He ignored your question at first as he kept moving things around the console, not being able to even look in your direction. Seeing that he was now ignoring you, you decided to insist. “And well?”

“I sent it to the center of the sun.” He simply said in a harsh tone.

From the very start you knew you shouldn’t expect any gratitude from The Master, but for a moment you would have expected him to, at least, be nicer to you after what you both had been through. In fact, he was being nicer the moments before you had cured him. It had been stupid of you to think that he would keep the good attitude.

“So now what?” Your voice got him out of his thoughts with that question. Angrily, he grabbed your face with his left hand.

“Now what?” He asked the same question back sarcastically, his eyes examining you carefully. “What is the matter with you? Why did you do that?”

“Do what?!” You questioned, trying to get him to let go of you. “I saved your life!”

“Do you have any idea of how wrongly your little plan could have went?” His tone was surprisingly serious, not a single trace of his usual mock towards you. “Of how many things could have gone wrong?”

“I do know that.” You stated. “But it did work, and I would do it again if I had to.”

“You must be the most stupid human to ever walk Earth.” The Master spat, rage in his tone. “What would you have done if The Cyberium had took you as a host, ah? Why sacrifice yourself like that?”

“I was trying to help you, you ungrateful piece of–!” He cut you off before you could finish that sentence.

“You could have died, do you realize that?” As he talked, you could see that thing in his eyes again, that… Was that worry? “You would have been transformed into a robot or even worse.”

“So what if I had died? What is it with you anyway? You turned your whole species into those robots! What would you have cared if I had become one too?” You raised both eyebrows, tired of those noisy questions he made. “You wouldn’t have cared the slightest thing if I had killed myself. Not so long ago you were the one threatening to kill me, remember?”

His grip on you tightened as he raised your head towards him, the tip of your nose barely touching his as you waited for an answer that never came. Instead of replying to your words, his thumb began to trace the skin of your cheek, slowly moving towards your lips and caressing the low one, parting them. When you realized that his gaze was now on them you couldn’t help but feel your face heating up and your heart increasing its beating until the point of almost copying his.

It was just a matter of seconds before his lips finally laid on top of yours, kissing you with surprising tenderly. Feeling his kiss on your lips, a part of you couldn’t help but to think that even that could be one of his tricks, that there was the possibility that he was trying to play you and that you were falling right into the trap again. But in that moment you couldn’t care less. You simply focused on kissing him back as his kiss turned more intense, more demanding, more Master like.

You weren’t sure what had gotten into him either, but you couldn’t deny you liked it. After a few seconds, you pulled away and looked into his eyes, trying to process what was happening. Before you could even ask him what that had been all about, he leant in again, placing his hand on the back of your head to try and get you as close to him as he possibly could.

His other hand travelled to your lower back, embracing your waist as you dared to playfully bite his lower lip. Placing both of your hands on his chest, you felt your breathing unsettling with lust.

When feeling the way he brought you closer to him, you softly moaned an ‘oh’ sound in between kisses, causing him to laugh.

“That’s not my name.” His lips travelled to your neck, right next your ear. His voice was huskier now, sending goosebumps all over your skin. “You better say it right.”

“Master.” Your voice coming out as a silent groan.

“Again.” A shiver ran through your spine. “Louder.”

“Master.” You obeyed him, raising your tone at his demand.

“Good girl.” He whispered into your ear, his breathing against your skin making you shiver. “I didn’t realize you were such an obedient little pet.”

Hearing his words, a huge smile spread across your face. Judging by the way he teased you, he seemed to be enjoying that as much as you did. You tossed your head to the side when you felt his lips kissing your neck, trying to provide him better access. It felt somewhat surreal as you started to feel the beating of his hearts, his chest pressed to yours.

Sure, you had obviously started to like him when you had first met O, but you were aware that the chances of anything happening between the two of you were already minimal back then. And since you had found out about his true identity, you had believed that all the possibilities had been completely discarded. But there was still something about him that attracted you. You couldn’t deny that you liked him, that you cared about him. You even enjoyed his company, despite his overtones and sadistic jokes. It was a complete madness, but you were totally into it.

Your hands moved to his vest and began to undo the buttons, but he quickly grabbed you by your wrists and moved your arms back to the sides of your torso, showing you who was in control.

“Easy there.” He warned you. You decided not to fight back and let The Master do as he pleased. “Don’t do anything without your Master’s permission.”

There was a reason to why he had chosen that name for himself.

You didn’t protest either when he grabbed you by the hips and sat you on the console, placing himself in between your legs. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you watched the way he observed you, the way his eyes ran up and down your body.

His pupils showed something beyond lust, even though he was trying to hide it. He had some kind of feelings for you, other than the usual disgust he felt for your species. There was no way he was going to admit it to you out loud, or that he was going to even acknowledge them to himself, but they were undeniably there.

He placed his hand on your chin so he could examine you once again, still trying to understand how you had that effect on him. Were you even aware of what you were doing to him? He had tried to hate you, to treat you like what you truly were, one of those filthy, useless humans The Doctor loved so much. But he had failed. He couldn’t even bring himself to kill you, he wasn’t even able to just let you die and do nothing. If he had only let go of you that first time at the plane… But no, he had to go and rescue you, to try and put you against The Doctor. But he wasn’t counting on you being a double edge sword. Not even in a thousand years he would have expect you to make him feel that way.

“Is everything okay?” You asked after a few seconds in which The Master had been lost in thought.

The Time Lord held your gaze for a few more seconds before leaving the console room. You watched him walk away in confusion, worried. Maybe he still needed some rest to recover, you thought. After all, he had been at the verge of death until just some minutes ago.

Not being sure of what you should do, you slowly got down from the console to go looking for him. It didn’t take long for you to find him in the middle of the hallway, his back facing you. You slowly walked to him, gently grabbing him by his wrist and making him turn to you.

“Master… Are you alright?” His face was expressionless when looking at you. He took a few seconds before replying to you.

“What are you still doing here?” As he asked this question, he took a step back, trying to put up that front again, to create distance between the two of you. “You said you would leave when I died or got better, I already got better. So what are you waiting for?”

“Do you want me to go?” You asked him in response, realizing how he was trying to push you away once more.

The Master took a deep breathe as he looked away from you. You could see right through him and it was the scariest thing he had faced in his several lives.

“Because I can stay a while, if you want me to.” You insisted, trying to get him out of his shell. After seeing that part that he was trying so hard to hide, you didn’t want to give up on him. “I want to stay with you for a while, but I’ll go if that’s what you truly want.” You added when you still got no answer from him.

With extreme care, you placed your hand on his cheek and slowly turned his head your way. You noticed the way his eyes were trying to look at anywhere but you, so you tried to focus his attention on you by leaning in and give him a brief kiss.

“Do you still want me to go?” Your voice was soft as you gently pressed your forehead to his.

As the seconds passed, you got more and more nervous. What if you were wrong about him? Maybe he really didn’t want you to stay. And if that was the case, you were playing with fire and about to get burnt. Your cheeks got gradually redder the more you thought about that, his eyes piercing right through you. You were about to take a step back and leave when he kissed you again.

That was the only answer you needed.

Your whole body shivered as he pulled you up against the wall, pressing himself against you. You stood still while his hands roamed up and down your body, exploring you, caressing the skin of your lower back under your shirt. His touch formed goosebumps all over your torso as you felt one of his hands travelling to the space between your legs.

As he started to rub your clitoris through your clothes, you decided to place your hands on his belt to start undressing him.

“Don’t be so eager.” He growled, grabbing both of your hands and putting them over your head. He didn’t like to say things twice. “Be a good little pet and listen to your Master’s commands.” The sound of his voice on your ear made the heat in your lower belly increase. “Will you?”

“Yes, Master.” You muttered with a little nod, making a smile appear on his face.

One of his hands kept yours over your head while the other travelled back to your core. His eyes never left yours when he slowly slipped his hand under your pants and underwear, his fingers starting to make circular motions around your clitoris, causing you to gasp.

His moves were slow but intense, teasing you. His gaze examining your face, waiting patiently for your reaction. You bit your lip trying to hold back a moan that threatened to scape your lips.

“Don’t hold back.” The Master ordered, slightly increasing the rhythm in which he moved his hand. “I want to hear you beg for it.”

You stopped fighting it and let the pace of your breathing get messy again, making sure that he heard every single sound that escaped your mouth. The fact that he had only started with you and that he was already making you moan that way made him increase the confidence on himself. Not that he needed anymore of it, to be honest. He moved his body even closer to yours so he could kiss your neck once more, trying to build even faster the pressure that was already forming at your core.

His scent was intoxicating now that he was all over you. The weight of his body holding you up against the wall was all you could focus on, and you obviously couldn’t help but notice the growing budge pressed against your belly. You were glad to confirm that you weren’t the only one having a good time.

Your whole body trembled when he introduced a finger inside of you and curled it to hit your g spot as he got it in and out, still caressing your clitoris with his thumb. It was as if he knew all the right places, all the ways to make you crumble. He was slow at first, giving you some time to get used to the feeling of him finger–fucking you, but after a few thrusts he started to increase the rhythm, causing you to throw your head back at the sudden feeling.

You let out your louder moan so far, feeling the waves of pleasure previous to the orgasm running through your body. It wouldn’t be long for you to reach your climax under those conditions.

“Master…” You whispered in a silent groan.

“What is it?” He let go of your hands so he could grab your face and make you look directly at him. He wanted you to remember who was making you feel that good.

“Master, I’m going to-“

Before you could finish that sentence, he suddenly got his hand out of your underwear, making all the tension that had been building up slowly fade away. You tried to regain your composure as you gave him a questioning look, not understanding why he had stopped just at that precise moment.

“What?” He sarcastically asked, not being able to hold back the amused smile on his face. “Did you think it was going to be that easy, love? If you want to cum, you’re going to have to earn your right to it.” His words made you weak to your knees, immediately intrigued about what the meaning of ‘earn’ was in this scenario. “Now be a good one and follow me.”

Grabbing your hand, he guided you through the corridor and into a room. Your room. Closing the door behind the both of you, he immediately started to kiss you again, his motions fast and rough as his hand went back to your neck to hold you in place. The Master’s lips left yours in the middle of a kiss, leaving you wanting more as he leant to your ear again. Hearing his voice so close to you drove you wild.

“Where in this room do you want your Master to fuck you?” He asked in a whisper, his voice deep against your earlobe. Just by hearing that question, you could feel your arousal being almost unbearable at this point. “I could bend you over that desk. Or I could tie you to the bed… Maybe even fuck you right on the floor… What do you think? Any suggestion?”

“Whatever The Master wants.” You replied, completely committed to do whatever he told you to. When he heard you, he couldn’t help the delighted smirk from forming on his face.

“Good answer.” He congratulated you before pushing you towards the bed. With just a small push from him, you felt yourself losing balance before your back hit the mattress. “Now, keep being so obedient and undress for me.”

His eyes stared expectantly at you while you sat up on the bed, your hands reaching for the edge of your shirt to do what you had been told. You barely could hold his stare, nervousness taking over you. The way he looked at you, as if you were his prey and he was about to jump over you at any second, was too much to handle.

After taking off your shirt, you undid the button and the zipper of your jeans and, with deliberately slow pace, you slid them down your legs. When both pieces of clothing were on the floor, your hands moved to your bra fastener, undoing it and tossing the piece of fabric aside too. Your hands were approaching your hips when his voice stopped you.

“Wait.” He said right before you took your underwear off. “Get up. I want to observe you.”

Immediately, you stood up, facing him. For a second, you felt the need of covering yourself up, to hide from him. You weren’t used to being this naked in front of other people, even when you were by your own, you always wore some piece of clothing covering you. Exposing yourself like that to him was giving him full access to observe and mark all your insecurities, all your weakest spots. Your whole body trembled as the seconds past and he kept staring at you. Why didn’t he say anything? Was it because of you, because of anything that he didn’t like about you? Was he second guessing? You were starting to get worried when he took a step forward and grabbed your hips to bring your body closer to him.

“You don’t have the slightest idea of what you’re doing to me, do you?” He asked, his fingers caressing the skin of your belly as his hand made its way to your chest to fit one of your breast on his palm. “Do you want to see?”

Shyly, you nodded your head, feeling his hot touch against your skin. He smirked as he felt himself getting more turned on just by that little gesture of yours. Well, it wasn’t every day that a simple human made him lose control like that. You bit your lip trying your best to hide the color in your cheeks as one of his hands travelled all the way from your breast to your hand and grabbed it carefully. He guided it to his crotch, where you could sense his growing erection. As you caressed him over his clothing, you watched him close his eyes with a loud sigh.

Enjoying his reaction, you started to move your hand a little faster around his still covered length. The more you touched him, the messier his breathing got. It was a graceful sight that you had never expected to see, The Master melting at your touch, but it wasn’t enough with just that. You wanted to feel his skin against yours, no fabric in between. Being your eager self, you tried to undo his belt once more.

“I believe I have told you not to be so impatient.” His darkened voice made you jump back immediately. He quickly grabbed you by your throat again, reminding you that you were supposed to follow only his command. “This is the third time I have to tell you the same thing.” He recalled, looking at you with defiant eyes.

“I-“ Before you could say another word, he hushed you. You did your best not to move a single muscle as his hand left its grip on your neck and he let his fingers caress your collarbone.

“I’ll teach you to listen to your Master.” Those words, added to the proximity of his body, almost made you fall to your knees.

His hand slightly stroked the back of your neck before suddenly pulling your hair, making you hiss at the sensation. You didn’t have any problem with him being a little rough, and him pulling your hair wasn’t as painful as it was arousing. It had only caught you a bit out of guard. Enjoying the moment, you decided to keep still.

He couldn’t be anymore amused as he observed your lack of reaction to his teasing. It was true that you were a little rebellious for his taste, but your willingness to please him had you at his complete mercy. He had reached the most submissive side of you and he was taking a lot of pleasure from it. The simple thought of you being completely his at that moment was something he deeply enjoyed.

Leaving a gentle kiss on your lips, he thought of a fitting punishment for your insolence.

“Lie down in bed and do not move.” He commanded, letting go of you and watching you do as you were told.

You slowly crawled back to bed and watched him expectantly as he got an unknown device out of the inner pocket of his vest. You couldn’t help but notice that it was similar to The Doctor’s sonic screwdriver, but larger. The Master sat at the side of the bed, his full attention set on you.

“Hands up.” As soon as your hands were over your head, he used the device on you, making it impossible for you to put them back down. He returned his screwdriver to his pocket while his other hand ran through your inner thigh. “I wouldn’t have to tie you up if you obeyed my commands.” He insisted, his fingers playing with the fabric of your panties. “Now I’m going to have to punish you.” You finally watched him starting to take off his vest and the shirt under it, his pants still remaining untouched. After throwing them both to the floor next to your clothes, he placed himself in between your legs.

Looking at you, he slowly removed your panties, causing a soft moan to come out of your mouth. He barely gave you a second to prepare before getting his fingers inside of you again, his mouth kissing and playing with your breasts as you arched your back when pleasure started to form again in your lower belly.

The volume of your moans started to increase gradually as he also moved his fingers faster. This time, it took him less effort to bring you to the edge of the orgasm and in a few seconds you were gasping for release. But as soon as he noticed you were about to reach ecstasy, he stopped again, leaving your whole body trembling. That little game of his was starting to frustrate you.

“Master…” You moaned, feeling your heart beating so fast that it was about to break your ribs. All that constant teasing had you over the edge. “Please…”

“I told you I was going to punish you.” His voice sent another wave of pleasure down your body, your legs still shivering from the state he had put you in. You needed to get some kind of release, and you needed it soon.

“I’ll do anything you want, Master.” Your begging immediately brought a cocky smile to his face. “Just let me cum.”

He considered your pleading for a few seconds. You were providing him the most fun he had had in centuries, in a lot of aspects besides the sexual one: Tricking you into falling for O and make you believe his lies, watching you risking your own life to save his... Even falling in love with you had been somewhat entertaining. He had to give you that.

And truth was, he was also getting tired of all that teasing.

Under your attentive gaze, he started to undo his belt and to remove the clothing he still had on. It felt like forever as you watched him place himself on your entrance, his stare never leaving yours while he entered you.

Soon his hips were moving energetically against yours, his thrusts quickly gaining speed and strength and making that very familiar heat invade your body for the third time. As you felt the pressure building up inside of you, this one being even more powerful now than the previous times, you focused on the increasing rhythm of his breathing, on his face and on the locks of hair that fell on his forehead, right above his big brown eyes. You thought he had never looked so handsome before and, forgetting for a second that you were tied up, you tried to place a hand on his cheek.

Almost as if he had read your intentions, he leant in to give you a shockingly delicate kiss that contrasted with the intensity in which he let himself in and out of you. You had never thought it was possible for someone to be so caring yet overly passionate at the same time. Truth was, he didn’t quite know how to handle those feelings. Because, even if he tried to hide it, it was obvious he felt for you something similar to what you were feeling for him. It showed in the way his fingers dug on your hips as he held you in place when he entered you, the way his lips kissed every inch of skin on your neck and sent goosebumps all over your body, the way he looked at you as he brought you to the verge of your climax… His feelings were too intense to be fake.

You had to close your eyes when the orgasm finally hit you, leaving you breathless as you observed The Master reaching his own climax.

He stared at you after his final thrusts, his breathing agitated and his hearts beating faster than they were used to. For a moment, he had hoped that, after releasing all the sexual tension, his feelings for you would fade away. But unfortunately for him, as he observed you lying under him, he realized they were more present now than they had ever been.

The Master let himself fall on the right side of the bed as your hands finally got free from the invisible bondage. The both of you needed a few seconds to regain composure and assimilate everything that had happened in the last moments.

Doing your best not to look in his direction, you waited until you caught your breathe to get out of bed and put your clothes back on, but when you made the slightest move to get out of bed, The Master grabbed you by your arm to bring you closer to his body, embracing you.

“There’s no rush, right?” He asked, caressing your shoulder in an almost lovingly way.

“I guess not.” You answered, finally bringing yourself to look at him in the eye again, trying to understand what was going inside his mind.

You had feared that he had immediately regretted having sex with you, but judging by how he was behaving, it seemed the complete opposite thing. Not that you were complaining, of course. It was just strange to see a softer, more caring side of him.

What you didn’t know was that he was surprising himself too with his behaviour. He had always thought he had been made to kill and destroy everything and everyone that met his eye, but the need he felt to protect you and care for you was something new, something that honestly frightened him.

He held you closer as he accepted the fact that there was no way of getting rid of those feelings. But as he lied there beside you, he came to consider that maybe feeling that way for you wasn’t as awful as he had pictured it. You weren’t completely worthless for a human. And after all, you had saved his life.

“What are you thinking about?” Your voice got him out of his thoughts.

“Nothing.” He was quick to reply, his eyes examining your face closely. You knew he was lying, he only kept himself that quiet when he was deep in thought, but you decided not to push him farther. “What are you thinking about?” He asked you back.

You shrugged, giving him no concrete answer. To be honest, you weren’t really sure of what you were thinking about at that point. Probably, you had stopped thinking straight a long time ago, because if you did, you wouldn’t be lying in his arms. You wouldn’t have fallen for a murderous psychopath like him.

It was beyond insanity, but you didn’t regret any of it. You were as calmed and relaxed as you could possibly be, just holding him close and listening to the beating of his hearts. You didn’t need anything else at that moment, things felt right just as they were now.

Placing a hand on his cheek and caressing the stubble forming on his face, you took a deep breathe. You were in love with him, and you could do nothing about it. After looking at him for some time, you started to feel tiredness taking over your body. You had barely slept lately and all the recent adventures were starting to take its toll on you.

The Master kissed your forehead as you closed your eyes and fell asleep.

By the time you finally woke up again, you were alone. It wasn’t a surprise not to find The Master there, but some part of you would have wished for him to have stayed with you, to have woken up still in his arms. You supposed he wasn’t the type to stay around for the whole ‘morning after’ thing. You couldn’t blame him. You had to admit that the situation would have probably been a bit uncomfortable, you surely had no idea of what you would have said to him. And honestly, it had already been surprising enough to find out how caring he could be when he had cuddle you right after sex.

You had no idea of how long you had been sleeping, or where he had gone. So after stretching yourself a little, you decided to get out of bed and get dressed. Hopefully, The Master would be in the console room and he would be in a good enough mood to drop you back at your place. Well, if he wanted to do you that little favour. You weren’t sure of what type of relationship the both of you had now, but you hoped it would be good enough for him to offer you a ride back home. But he was unpredictable, you never knew in what mood he was going to be in and that intimidated you.

As you had imagined, The Master was in the console room, his eyes glued to the screen as he quickly read the information that appeared on it. He didn’t even react when you entered the room, and you weren’t sure if he was ignoring you in purpose or just too invested in whatever he was doing. After observing him for a few seconds, you decided to break the silence.

“Hi.” You shyly greeted, resting on the doorframe.

You didn’t want to get too close to him in case you bothered him. When the seconds past and he didn’t answer, you supposed he was in ignoring you. Maybe he had regretted what had happened between the two of you after all. Nervousness was starting to take over you as you tried to find the best way to handle that situation. You felt more vulnerable now around him than you had ever been before.

“I’m taking you to Catrigan Nova.” The Master finally turned to you after pulling a lever, his ship getting herself into the time vortex. “I bet you’ve never seen a whirlpool made of gold before. This planet is full of them.”

“What?” You asked in confusion. “Why are you taking me there?”

“Is there any other place you want to visit?” He questioned. You tried to find a trace of sarcasm or mock in his tone, but you weren’t sure if there was any. It was impossible for you to know if he was talking serious or not.

“I mean…” Feeling yourself getting more and more nervous, you placed a piece of your hair behind your ear. “I just… Why are you taking me with you?” You reformulated your question.

“I thought you would like the place.” He tried not to give much importance to it, turning to the console again and adjusting the coordinates.

“Does this mean you’re taking me as your companion now?” The Time Lord laughed as the question left your lips.

“I guess I could use a human pet.” He indirectly confirmed your suspicions as he turned back to you, causing a smile spread across your face. “So, are you on board?”

You barely thought about it before nodding your head with excitement. The idea of traveling the universe with him was actually appealing. It wasn’t something that you had even considered possible, but since he was the one offering you a place in his TARDIS, you only could say yes.

“I just need to stop at my place and grab some things.” You told him, making him snort with a little annoyance.

Humans, always worried about material things… He readjusted the coordinates to get you back to Earth, landing his TARDIS in the centre of London.

“Hurry up before I change my mind.” He warned you as you both left the TARDIS, that had disguised herself now as one of the rest of the houses on the street. “If you’re not here in 30 minutes, I’m leaving without you.”

Giving him a huge smile, you started to walk down the street to make your way home. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see how he observed you from afar. He seemed to be in a good mood, the best one you had seen him in. You almost thought you had seen a hint of a smile on his face, and that was not only surprising, but also encouraging. Against all logic, you had a good feeling about this whole thing. About him. You knew it wasn’t always going to be easy to put up and deal with his temper, but you were still excited at the fact that he wanted to show you the universe. You only hoped your staying in his TARDIS wouldn’t be as chaotic as your last experiences with The Master had been.

It didn’t take long for you to arrive home. The first thing you did, as usual when you got back from traveling in time, was checking the date. You were relieved to find out that you had landed on the 4th of March, which meant you had only been gone for three days. After checking that everything was in order, you got out a backpack and started to fill it with clothes and other basic things. The TARDIS had always provided you with clothes and basically anything else you could ask for, even a private room for yourself, but you liked carrying your own stuff with you. If you didn’t, sometimes you used to miss home. And if travelling with The Doctor had taught you anything, was that you never knew when you were going to get back home…

Oh, shit.

When that thought appeared in your mind, you immediately stopped everything you were doing. You hadn’t even thought about her when you had agreed to travel with The Master. What would she think of that decision of yours, of what had happened between the two of you? She hadn’t been the greatest fan of The Master lately.

Would she be mad at you for leaving her? For ‘replacing’ her? What if The Master was using you again to hurt her? At that point you had completely discarded that option, but would she be able to ever believe that he for once had good intentions?

Well, you knew that she wasn’t desperately looking for you. In fact, she thought you were dead. Maybe you could just leave with The Master and try to start over with him. But what if you crossed paths with her again at some point? What would you say to her? You couldn’t betray your friend like that.

Consumed by your thoughts, you started to return everything you had taken in your backpack back to its place. You couldn’t leave with The Master without talking to The Doctor first. It was the right thing to do, you supposed, let her know that you had survived and that you had fallen for her worst enemy. You owed it to her, to at least be honest. Your head was spinning when you watched the hour on the alarm clock in your nightstand. You were terrified to find that it had been more than 50 minutes since you had parted ways with The Master.

Rushing yourself out of your apartment, you ran through the crowded streets of the city. Chances were he had already left when he had seen that you didn’t come back, but you hoped he had decided to wait for you a bit longer. It was unlikely, but not impossible. Not after everything the two of you had gone through.

When you finally arrived to the street where The Master had left you, you started to look around for the TARDIS, but couldn’t distinguish it from the other houses around. They all looked exactly the same. And of course, there was the chance that it wasn’t even there anymore…

“What took you so long?” The Master’s frustrated voice got you out of your thoughts as you finally found him sitting in the stairs of his disguised time machine. You didn’t reply as you tried to catch your breathe. “You were supposed to grab some things.” He indicated when he saw your bare hands.

“I-“ You stuttered, still trying to compose yourself of the sprint you had just did. “I need to do something before leaving with you.”

“What?” He asked in annoyance.

“I need to talk to The Doctor.” You finally let out. “Let her know that I’m okay.”

After saying those words, you shyly dared to look into The Master’s eyes. You couldn’t decode his expression, but you didn’t have to. You already knew what he was going to say about that.

“She left you to die on Gallifrey.” He reminded you as he got up, his stare defying you. “I was the one who saved you.”

“That’s why I can’t make her think that I am dead.” You held his stare, trying to make him see your point. “She doesn’t deserve to carry that in her conscience.”

“Do you have any idea of how many people she has killed?” The Master started to get angry. “I can assure you that one more death on her conscience means nothing.”

“That’s not true.” Taking a deep breathe, you stood up to him. “She felt guilt when she left me on Gallifrey, I saw it.”

“She didn’t feel that guilty when she sold me out to the Nazis.” He told you in a deadly serious tone, causing you to frown. “Oh, she didn’t tell you about that? Typically her.” He forced a sarcastic laugh. “Remember our little romantic trip to the occupied Paris, love? You never wondered why I didn’t come back for you? Your beloved Doctor turned me in to the Gestapo and, as you already know, stole my TARDIS. I was trapped there for 77 years. And let me tell you the Nazis aren’t as reasonable as usual when you’re not white.”

“Why would I believe that?” You muttered, trying to discern whether if that was true or not. Every time he told you anything about The Doctor, he tried to manipulate you against her. You were tired of it. “You told me she had burnt Gallifrey to the ground when it was you who did it.”

“And she has never lied to you, right?” He asked sarcastically, taking a step closer to you. He was trying to hide the fact that he was deeply disappointed by showing you anger instead of sorrow. “I’ve been more sincere to you than she ever has, you said that yourself.”

“Master, I just need to make things right with her.” You took a deep breathe as you tried to control the situation. “It’ll be just a moment. You don’t even have to come with me, I just need you to understand it.”

“What is there to understand?” He raised an eyebrow. “You can’t be everybody’s friend, Y/N. You have to pick a side, and it’s either me or her.”

Why couldn’t he be a bit less dramatic? Making you choose between him and The Doctor was not only absurd and unfair, but also cruel. You loved them both, in different ways of course. But you couldn’t choose one over the other. Was it so hard for him to understand? It didn’t have to be like that, befriending The Doctor didn’t make you his enemy. But, apparently, he left you no choice.

Truth was he was scared that you wanted to go back with The Doctor and abandon him. He wasn’t trying to put you against her as a part of any plan, like he had tried to before. The only thing he wanted was for you to choose him, to stand by his side. It would break his hearts to see that the only creature he cared for almost as much as he cared for himself chose his worst enemy over him.

“What is it going to be?” He rushed you when the seconds passed and you didn’t say a word.

It seemed like an obvious decision to make, but it was still hard to take the step. Most of you wanted to stay with him, travel the universe with him. But the rational part of you knew that it had been just a daydream all along. Nothing guaranteed you that he wasn’t going to lose his mind at any point, that he wasn’t going to get tired of you and leave you on a far away planet, or even worse. He was too volatile, too chaotic… Too much to handle, even if you refused to admit that.

Yet you had been willing to take the risk and trust him, you still were. But not if that meant not seeing The Doctor ever again.

“I’m sorry.” You muttered, the tears filling your eyes against your will. You held his stare for a few seconds before looking away, frustration being too heavy to hold. His whole attention was set on you as his worst fear became a reality, not being able to hide the serious expression on his face as he watched you cry. “I love you, but-“ You confessed, your voice weak and trembling. Before you could finish what you were about to say, he cut you off.

“Then stay with me.” The Master insisted. He seemed more vulnerable now than ever before. Not even when the Cyberium was killing him you had seen him seem this kind of weak. “I’ll always make sure that you’re safe. I can show you things The Doctor could never show you… Just stay.”

Not being able to hold back a sarcastic smile, you thought about the ironic of the situation. The Time Lord that had done the impossible for you to leave him alone to die was now begging you to stay with him.

“I need to find The Doctor and make things right with her.” You repeating those words made him even more upset. “I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I didn’t try.”

“She has failed you over and over.” His tone was filled with rage, not understanding why you would you rather stay with her. “I am the one who has looked after you all along. If it depended on her you would have been long dead.”

“That’s why I can’t let her think that I am.” You felt the tears running down your cheeks. “I know she has lost people before and it has broken her. I can’t do that to her.”

The Master stared at you in silence. He couldn’t understand it. What had he done wrong? He had thought for a second that you cared about him, but you apparently preferred to be with The Doctor, like everyone else did. One thing he had always hated about his oldest friend was the way she always believed herself to be superior, how everyone always praised her for being different, especially human kind. It was unbearable to watch. And the most infuriating thing was that now that he had found you, someone that was willing to betray The Doctor and stand by his side when he had needed you, you had decided to double cross him. Why had you insisted so much on staying if you were going to leave anyway?

“Crawl back to her if that’s what you want.” He finally spoke, doing his best to dissimulate the lump in his throat. “You would only be holding me back anyway.”

“But Master-“

Desperate, you tried to reason with him, to explain him that, if he still wanted, you could travel with him after talking with The Doctor. That you still chose him. But he left you no chance of explaining that. As soon as you started talking, he turned around and walked back into his TARDIS, trying to convince himself that he didn’t need you.

You only could clean your tears away as you watched the ship disappear right in front of you.

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On Deutschland and Italia, by Lovino Valenti

Lovino writes a series of blog entries on the relationship between Germany and Italy as he deals with a move to Hamburg, his brother’s wedding, and his budding romance (which he denies) to the infuriating Gilbert Beilschmidt.

Chapter 8

Lately they had been in a texting spree. They were wishing each other ‘Buon Giorno’ and ‘Guten Morgen’, asking about their day at work, promising to text back on a break or when done. They would strike topics on the news, what they were planning to eat, even sending each other memes that had them grinning or laughing at their phone. Feliciano had never seen his brother so tight on his phone…he had barely talked to him or even spared a word, despite how he was excited to spend some time to chat.

They were currently purchasing Feliciano’s wedding suit, fixed with the changes they wanted and ready to take home. Feliciano moved his hands over the cover it was kept in lovingly, excited to soon feel its magic and reign him well on his wedding day. Lovino was still on his phone, grinning the entire time and now Gilbert must have written something sweet since he witnessed his brother heavily blushing, trying hard to cover it with his hands, but it was too large and Feliciano had already spotted it anyways.

“What did he say?” He teased, leaning with a smirk, eager and expecting.

Lovino moved the phone away from his vision. “Nothing you should be looking at.”

“Is he already sending you nudes?”

“Oh god, no! Just keep out of it.”

Feliciano chuckled, Signore Ferrara arriving with documents needed to be signed on warranty and any other receipts. They found themselves conversing, the old man wondering about this coming wedding and of course Feliciano adored filling him in on it. Lovino would add his input between glances on his phone. Cards were given to pay, Lovino looking to make sure Feliciano gave him the right one. It was just as Feliciano was sent his own message, a sort of billing number…from the Dominican Republic. Feliciano looked through it quick, but in that instant, Lovino managed a side glance to notice that it was about a fulfilled payment concerning something to do with their new house surely. Lovino wouldn’t have bothered…if it wasn’t for the fact that a bank account and number that belonged to Feliciano was being used. Shouldn’t Ludwig be the one doing that? It was his company that was in charge of that move…the reason why Feliciano was even leaving with him, his own job but volunteering. Why would Feliciano have to give such a big payment? He shut his phone and focused back on Signore Ferrara, now talking on something he did for one of his ex-wife’s wedding, Feliciano looking up with a non-perturbed smile and eager to hear.

“Have you chosen the suit for the best man?” The man wondered.

“Gilbert and I will come one of these days to choose. We’ll surely get it here,” Lovino decided, raising his eyes from a text message he had written the albino about the plans he just told.

The owner smiled and was eager to see them again. “Well, it’s all yours now,” he declared, handing the last of the papers, now the wrapped suit ready to be embraced, as it was now fully Feliciano’s.

He cuddled the damn thing, like it was some sort of puppy.

They wished their goodbyes and they were on course to Feliciano’s apartment, the younger blabbering on already wearing and strutting for their whole family to see in preparation. It was not before Lovino wrote one last message: ‘Something is going on. We definitely have to talk.’

On Deutschland and Italia.

Trading goods.

Looking for answers.

Trade has always been very good for Germany and Italy. We are actually Germany’s most important trade partner, with a rather large percentage at that. We give them machines, cars, iron, steel and even feed them with our food. They are the first we give our imports to, and although it is not the same for us, we still receive a just amount of their own goods in cars and machinery. German milk tends to be used for cheese manufacturing in Italy, while Germany gets half of their entire fruits and vegetables from Italy. It continues to grow and perhaps one day Germany could easily become our own best trade partner in cars, medicine or construction. It’s balanced and reciprocal.

Sadly, we are constantly told that we have to be as productive and hardworking as our German partners. It kind of annoys me that no matter, it is never enough. Yet here we are, still thriving. Now all we need to be prepared is for a soon coming digital economy…which the Germans are already beating us at.

But they don’t really have all the cards in the industrial world as they say they have, for many German companies are riddled with bankruptcies and corruption as much as Italy, while there are actually many singular Italian individuals succeeding and bringing glory to the companies they work in. Sometimes were so successful we might even end up paying large loans for our suspicious fiancés.

Did I make too obvious who I’m talking about? Okay, I am not entirely sure what’s going on and it’s all just confusing, but I will get to the bottom of this, using the help of someone I never thought I would use it from and expose Ludwig’s treachery!

There is still time to save my little brother!

They met happily, with strong handshakes and speaking on plans for the day. They were quick in choosing and buying their suits, leaving the store in exactly two hours, with a free day that they could spend well together. They had lunch in a fine restaurant talking of music. Gilbert already made plans for dinner and so they decided on a stroll across the city, passing the time in chats and pointing the beauty on the things they passed.

“-but Christmas will always be better in Italy for me.”

“Really? Our Christmas markets are not festive enough for you? Do I have to bring some Pandoro or Panettone? Less Glühwein maybe?” Gilbert feigned insult.

“No!” Lovino chuckled with a glare that didn’t hold its usual spite. The grin he had was beautiful enough that it had Gilbert falling back to their easy pace. “I’m not a fan of either of those cakes anyways…I prefer a good Struffoli.”

“Then I’ll get you some!”

“They never make it as good as they can do it in Naples.”

“I’ll get a whole array of Neapolitans to make it here.”

“Where would you even get them from?”

“I don’t know, the black market?”

Lovino never thought he would laugh so much with Gilbert, never thought he’d see him so beautiful, to want to be closer, hint enough in the glance he gave to his arms, as if in them was enough call.

How Gilbert wanted him against him…out of all the moments to get nervous and let his highly boasted confidence crumble.

“Oh um…” he raised a hand with the intention, but in the end, it was shoved in his front pockets in fear. Lovino tried to hide his disappointment. “…you mentioned wanting to talk about something…unless that something was struffoli and you just wanted to convince someone to illegally transport hundreds of boxes.”

“It’s about Feliciano and Ludwig.”

“What about them? …unless you have new ideas of sabotaging their wedding, but come on, I thought we decided were not going to make it worst for them anymore.”

“No! It’s not that! It’s more specifically about a message I saw on Feliciano’s phone and how he refuses to tell me anything when I ask.”

“Message? What message?”

“It was from a bank, something about house money…a large amount of money that he put from his own account.”

Gilbert was not understanding. “So…he’s…paying bills?”

“He’s not supposed to.” Lovino stopped them to stare at the river, leaning over the brick, alone and private. “Ludwig is in charge of it. Ludwig is in charge of absolutely everything that has to do with moving to Santo Domingo. Feliciano shouldn’t be paying a single cent in it.”

“I mean, you can’t completely let Ludwig pay for absolutely everything.”

“Not a house payment! That was supposed to be fixed from his company. If Feliciano had to pay for it…then it means something is wrong.”

“He could have been paying something else.”

“I know what I saw…”

They lay in silence as they thought it, finding reasons and then calm in the current of this river.

“And…what do we do about it?”

“Find out what’s going on clearly. Any ideas?”

“Well…my genius mind has something quite clear.” Lovino raised an eye. “We could just…ask the company itself,” Gilbert shrugged, pointing in the distance to the large red and white DB. “If something is going on, they’ll know,” Gilbert instilled, determined as ever.

Lovino was suddenly fearful, that large sign seeming to look down at him intensely. “Do you think they’ll tell us?”

“I can’t be one hundred percent sure, but they’ll give us something.”

Lovino sighed and set course, Gilbert not minding on following behind.

It was getting late, most workers were surely on their way back home, even the receptionist at the front was packing everything to leave. The timetable at the desk still mentioned these were working hours, if even only a couple of minutes were left. They both hated to be those rude visitors, but they hoped it would be quick.

“Guten abend, how can I help you?” She introduced, doing well to hide whatever annoyance.

“Yes, we’re hoping you can tell us about a Ludwig Beilschmidt working here,” Lovino asked.

“Ah, he’s the one who’s bringing the company to the Dominican Republic.”

“Yes! Is it possible you can tell us the state of that venture?”

“That depends. Who are you to ask?”

Lovino was left blank, but Gilbert acted quick, in his idea fulfilling his wish of holding Lovino, pulling him, an arm around his waist, proclaiming an idea. Lovino was left stunned and blushing in silence. “Sorry, my boyfriend was just asking for me, I was a bit unsure. Uh, Ludwig Beilschmidt is my brother. I’m Gilbert Beilschmidt…I just want to check something for my family, he told me himself it’s all right.”

“All right then, let me do a quick check here then.” She focused on typing the necessary information on the computer, focused on not noticing the grimace Lovino sent, surely blaring questions, but Gilbert only smirked and winked, instilling to keep themselves this way to make things easier and get their answers. Lovino looked away, pretending he wasn’t swimming in that comfort, hiding a smile, wanting the lady to take her sweet time checking, just so he could stay in that closeness, in the held of that arm for as long as possible. Gilbert took the opportunity to lean himself into the delectable scent of his hair, liking how well he fitted in his chest. He definitely didn’t need to rub his fingers as sweetly as he did on his waist, but it got a little hum from Lovino that Gilbert grinned more to in wanting.

“Everything is set for him to leave to the Dominican Republic. As I assume you know, he’ll be starting his own branch without the company.”

“Danke- wait, what? Without the company?” In his surprise, Gilbert let go of Lovino, leaning more for answers.

The receptionist was rather astounded, but she followed on, “yes. His section is filling for bankruptcy and they cannot afford to start a new base in the Caribbean. He offered to start it up himself. We’ll be giving him some help with contact and location, but the rest he’ll have to do himself.”

“What are you offering him.”

“Just contacts and information.”

“No house payment? No reimbursements? Travel or aid?”

“I’m afraid not. That will come from his own pocket and investments.”

“Couldn’t you have offered for him to stay?” Gilbert questioned on.

“I’m afraid he would have no position here. Everything was settled for him to leave. We really did not have anything open for him to come back to.”

In their surprise they lay in heavy silence, fretful and agitated, remaining as they truly tried to understand what was going on. The receptionist did look like she wanted to leave, so they wished their goodbyes, now late enough to head to their dinner place, a steakhouse that Lovino didn’t bother to comment on its tackiness as his thoughts were still swimming with the recent news.

The restaurant had low lighting, they were secluded, their table small so they could lean closer to one another, yet nothing was settled to move on to romance. They sat feeling betrayed, with questions and worries for their little brothers.

“If I recall, Feliciano’s position is just volunteering?”

“Yep.”

“So, he’s not getting paid.”

“Yep.”

Gilbert groaned, “then how the hell are they going to work with nothing?”

“Well,” Lovino shrugged, “Feli does have his savings from what he’s working on the hospital now, plus he paints and sells.”

“Ludwig has his own savings, you know. I’m sure it’s enough to get started without depending heavily on what Feliciano has.”

“There’s also the large wedding they have to pay for.” With a 10,000 budget that…they helped to place.

Now the regret was inking heavy on them.

“It’s still really unfair that Feliciano has to pay from his own pocket for something that was meant to be Ludwig’s.”

“They’re getting married, isn’t this the kind of thing married couples do. Did they at least decide this together?”

“I don’t know… Feliciano hasn’t said anything.”

“We have to get them to talk then…I really doubt Ludwig would decide on something so brash and use somebody else’s money like that.”

“And I don’t want to think Feliciano is dumb enough to accept a dependence so large as that.”

“We’ll see. You go to Feli, I go to Lud, we’ll report back.” How like a mission it sounded, but Lovino agreed as obedient as a soldier. “Now, can we actually focus on our evening?” It was like an awakening that made Lovino realize where he was siting, the dim lighting that he dared say was romantic…with Gilbert. All of a sudden, he found himself reddened, nervous and without new words to say. “Oh, have I left you speechless? That’s all right, it is to be expected in my presence.”

Lovino scoffed, “I was realizing the stupid decision I got myself in.”

“It was one of your best decisions really.”

How Lovino wanted to shout well to the restaurant: ‘Yes!’ But he only smirked, that charming grin that had Gilbert without a remark to Lovino’s silence, the gracious way he picked his drink and sipped. Once done, the conversation was switched on next holiday plans and locations, other chats to drown the night, turning their presence more beautiful and more of an aching each time they had to wish goodbye.

On Deutschland and Italia.

Germany is war, Italy is love.

With the catholic seat in Italy, the protestant movements began in Germany, creating the first division of Christianity, a long trail of divide in our continent that has cost the life of millions. Italy has had a long history of invasions from the Germans, from barbaric and creating the fall of Rome, to attacks of religion and territory, in fires, murdering, rapes and destruction. Yet with the rise of Romanticism, Italy became Germany’s inspiration with literary beauties, a show of love that perhaps give us a chance to think of peace. The faith that the world wars brought made it unlikely once again.

There is repulsion and attraction between us, never meant to settle on a single line. Sometimes it’s like were doomed to never really have that tranquility that would be ideal for this union of Europe.

Italy’s nature is to love, Germany’s nature is to resist, it’s not meant to mix and become something greater.

I really wish my brother would have understood that long ago before he found himself in the situation he is in now. I hope to bring him sense, to fix any errors before it ends in something disastrous.

“Oh, this is so pretty! It would fit Ludwig so well,” Feliciano ogled at this ring, with silver, diamonds and a black stripe.

“It won’t fit with the wedding decorations though,” Lovino told.

“What if it doesn’t? It would fit Ludwig, and that’s what matters,” Feliciano smiled, putting the ring back and settling on looking for others.

Lovino only huffed, not really caring at the task at hand. “They’re really expensive here though.”

“They do have the nicest. I though you said that price shouldn’t matter,” Feliciano reminded, now settling on a red band, smoothed with diamonds and black jewels.

“Only if you have the budget for it.”

“We talked about this the first day. We’re all right, you yourself suggested the budget and were still well under it.”

And that moment hurt, Lovino realizing that his idea to try and make this wedding hard for him as selfish revenge was only bringing more pain he did not really want for his brother. He did not want to push more into it, did not want to remind more of what Feliciano was going through, but Lovino needed answers, he needed to help his brother if there was a way he could do it.

“Are you really all right?” He asked, leaning closer, a small little area of privacy in the shop, despite being one of the only five there.

“I…I’m fine, I really…why you would you question it like that?” There was hesitation and worry that Lovino had learned to see well on his brother, no matter how he later tried to conceal it.

“Feliciano…” he knew now he had to be direct, or else it seemed Feliciano would move away further. “I noticed the message you got for the house in Santo Domingo.” Feliciano stiffened and looked like he had turned to stone. “Feliciano…what’s going on?”

Feliciano’s expression was now determined on the rings, trying to make them the focus. Change the topic, a distraction, chose a damn ring. He realized that moment he didn’t like any of them for Ludwig. Lovino could see his disappointment, came ever closer, for Feliciano caging, imposing, and he was never one to resist for long.

“I didn’t…I didn’t want to say anything,” he finally omitted and Lovino was relieved. “Ludwig and I didn’t want to talk about it with our families until everything was really settled.” He thought maybe excuse enough so Lovino could wait until then, but there was heavy wait in his expression that demanded more, and Feliciano, intimidated, sighed, and gave to be able to rid it. “I really want to keep to what Ludwig said, but…I can admit that our job positions…have changed.” Lovino tried to give surprise, but he needed more he hadn’t heard. “It’s…it’s really nothing to worry about. Ludwig and I are fine. Were just worried about…how you guys will take it.”

“How come? Do you think we’ll react negatively?”

“I mean, I just… I just don’t know…and I rather we can talk about it some other time.”

“You’re going to leave me worried as hell here,” he couldn’t resist raising his voice slightly.

“Please, please, please, don’t!” Feliciano tried to hush him, taking his arms in his ever-gentile hold. “Just wait a bit more! The most I can tell you is that…I’m not doing a volunteer anymore.”

“What?” Lovino outraged loud this time, Feliciano grimacing, pushing him more into their privacy, close, the other comers had now quickly gazed. Once their eyes were back on other jewelry, Feliciano went back to speaking.

“It’s a job now, a good official job. They’ll pay me lots and I can take care of me and Ludwig.” He got excited hoping Lovino could understand the joy in it, but the elder brother continued his grimace. “However bad you think it is, it’s not. It’s honestly wonderful. Just, please…wait until Ludwig and I talk about it, it will all be clear then.” That’s when the clerk came, suggesting his help and Feliciano took it eagerly to get out of this conversation. He was attentive, no matter the demanding stare Lovino kept on him as he talked on, deciding on rings, buying, saying their farewells. Even as they made their ways back home, Feliciano refused to cave, talking on different topics, nowhere near the future Lovino was exceptionally worried about for him.

“Ludwig…I’m going to do something I never thought I would ever do in my life,” Gilbert told, planted and spread on their parent’s sofa, Ludwig on a near table tapping away on his laptop.

“Mhm?” He could only murmur, busy and not really wanting to engage in any kind of conversation.

“I think I’m going to ask Lovino out.”

Ludwig instantly stopped his tapping and gazed over to his brother, looking like a defeated soldier all splayed like that…he wondered if perhaps he had truly been fighting some intensive battle…one that lead to some kind of trauma where he thought it was okay to date what he had long considered his biggest enemy.

“Are you okay? Do you need some water?”

“I’m fine, really……am I?” He gazed over, Ludwig wondering so, close to calling some sort of clinical aid.

“In my honest opinion, you are now truly and fully insane.”

“Is it…that unexpected?”

“Lovino Valenti, Gilbert…you want to date Lovino Valenti…think about that, analyze, consider, plan…Lovino Valenti!” He needed to make clear as much as he could.

Gilbert turned and went silent, Ludwig sighing for now, sure that Gilbert would come into his senses.

“I want to bang him,” he had no problem with alerting the room, Ludwig grimacing and hoping he could erase those words from ever being uttered by his brother’s mouth.

“Oh no…you’re serious.” There was no way of getting his concentration again, his mind was now too tainted. “What…what happened?”

“I guess we just…did what you guys always said we should have done. We talked and…kind of decided to settle our differences to help make this wedding possible, and ever since we did that…I’ve realized we actually connect a lot. He’s actually…really cool and he can say so many awesome things that makes me want to…keep letting him talk and listen…I never thought I would want that from him ever.”

Ludwig…needed to pinch…or slap himself to truly realize this was happening, but wanting to be the attentive younger brother, he simply breathed in and let him continue.

“…I…think about him a lot, and now…all I’m looking forward to is our next meeting…” nothing more. He breathed in a silence that was odd for him.

“You know…that sounds exactly like how I felt when I realized…well…that I was in love with Feliciano.”

The word love was just the shot to get Gilbert to widen and come back to reality. “Woah, woah, woah there, let’s not get carried away,” he even sat up.

“You just said all that and you refuse to admit that it could be love?”

“But…that’s too strong, that’s something…way beyond what we’re in right now.”

“So?” Ludwig shrugged, “doesn’t matter. When the feeling comes, it comes, and it’s not about how long it took.”

“Feliciano has really gotten to you.”

“Perhaps…or more like Lovino has gotten to you.”

Gilbert didn’t know what else to respond with, laying back down, pretending once again his brother was not there.

Ludwig sighed, “listen…this weekend were having a dinner at Antico again…all of us together.”

“Are you going to say you’re marrying Feliciano again?”

“No, it’s just to meet and spend some time together before the wedding. We’re also going to send the invitations that day and Feliciano and I are going to talk about something,” Ludwig sounded his always collectable self, but that’s when Gilbert was reminded of the mission him and Lovino had set forward. Yes, he had to get information…not…sit and ogle over said Italian he had planned this with.

“What are you going to talk about?” Was his very subtle question.

Ludwig raised an eyebrow, “…I’m going to talk about it at the dinner.”

“But what is it?”

“At…the dinner…”

“Yeah, but I want to know now.”

“Gilbert, please, I made it clear, I’m going to talk about it at the dinner.”

“I don’t think I can wait.”

“Sure, you can. It’s this weekend.”

“You know more than anyone I have no patience.”

“Yes, I know, but I’m afraid you’ll have to wait.”

“Tell me.”

“No.”

“Come on, what if I don’t even go?”

“Now I really know you’re definitely going.”

“What makes you think that?”

“Lovino will be there.”

Gilbert clicked his tongue, stuck, the effort gone and Ludwig smirked knowing well it had worked. “I still want to know now.”

“You’re being a child. Can you stop so I can go back to focusing on this?” He leaned back to the couch, taking his laptop and continuing his work, forcing himself into the screen.

“What are you even doing?”

“Talking to some investors from my company.”

“Investors? Why would you need investors?”

“It’s for something for when Feliciano and I get to Santo Domingo.”

“I thought your company was in charge of that.”

“Well, uh…things have changed now.” He hoped with how focused he looked, it would be enough for Gilbert to think that he needed some peace and quiet…but this was his brother after all.

“How have things changed to the point that you have to get investors?” He leaned close, clear suspicion.

“It’s nothing to worry about.”

“Investors usually mean a lot of money, Luddy.”

“No, they don’t.”

“Hey, I might not know the full mechanics on how company businesses work, but if I’ve learned something from Opa and TV, investors are never a good word to hear.”

“This time it’s different.”

“How so?”

“None of your business.”

“Luddy! Luddy! Luddy!”

“Oh mein gott, stop! It’s to start my own business,” he shouted, in a fiery vengeance, a loud call that brought Gilbert back to his seating.

For once, Ludwig got the silence he needed to keep on writing, but Gilbert’s eyes were now on him with great intensity. He sat there perturbed, startled…it was just as distracting.

“What now?” He demanded.

“A new business? What do you mean a new business?”

Ludwig sighed, defeated as he lay his head back on the couch. Maybe working on these e-mails in the living room with Gilbert wasn’t a bright idea. “Look, I’m going to talk about it on the dinner.”

“About starting a new business?”

“Yes!” Ludwig was getting exasperated.

“Why would you start a new business? I thought your job had it covered!”

“Look!” He slammed his laptop, standing, “things have changed! It’s…nothing to worry about! Feliciano and I are still getting married, we’re still going to the Dominican Republic. He’ll be happy and I’ll make sure to do everything I can so he’s comfortable.”

“Why do you feel the need to clarify that? Something is wrong! Come on, just tell me-”

“Nothing is wrong! What were worried about is what you will think about it.”

“Then just-”

“The dinner, okay! The dinner!” And he was off the room before Gilbert could question any longer.

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lauras-collection · 4 years

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More Than I Know [Part 9]

Tom Holland x female reader

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Summary: You discover that millions of people witnessed you being sick, Tom has to leave for a press tour, you meet up with a friend and things take an unexpected turn. (I suck at summaries i’m sorry)

Words: 3.8k (oops)

Warnings: fluff, swearing, mentions of throwing up, angst, drinking + intoxicated reader, making out, a shirtless Tom, angst (sorry) nothing else I think (let me know if there is anything in there that I should add)

A/N: How is this already part 9? anyway. This is a long one. I got a little carried away 😅 I’d love to hear your feedback

I hope you enjoy!

The drive back to London was...weird. It’s not like it was uncomfortable. It wasn’t. You and Tom talked about all kinds of stuff. But the fact that this weekend - and your fake relationship - was coming to an end was looming over your head. Tom was leaving on a press tour tonight. That inevitably meant that he didn’t need you to go on fake dates with him anymore. You tried to find the perfect moment to mention it to Tom, to ask him what was going to happen now. But you couldn’t. You were too scared of the answer.

***

When you arrived in London, Tom drove to his place first. Tessa came rushing towards the door as soon as Tom opened it. Tom put his suitcase down and greeted her, taking her head in both his hands.

“Hi, Tessa. Did you miss me?” Tessa yipped before wriggling out of his grip, jogging over to you. “I guess that’s a no.” Tom laughed while you knelt down and started petting the excited staffy.

“Hey, pretty girl. You should be nicer to your owner, you know.” You smiled as she attempted to lick your face.

“Tessa, get back here. Y/N has already washed her face today.” Tom lightly pulled her by the collar and you got up from your knees. You heard footsteps and Harrison appeared in the doorway to the living room.

“Hey, Y/N.You feeling better?” He asked and you scrunched your eyebrows in confusion. How did he know? Did Tom tell him you threw up all night?

“Yeah, a little, thanks...how do you know?” your eyes flickered between the two boys and you saw Tom’s face turn red.

“Uh, yeah...about that.” He rubbed his neck nervously. “Remember that live stream I did?” He looked at you and you nodded. “I uh, I kinda forgot to turn it off.” He what?

“What does that mean?” You asked even though you had a pretty good idea of what it meant.

“That means, Tommy boy here live streamed you throwing up and him taking care of you. Granted it’s only the sounds but...” Harrison shrugged his shoulders and looked at you sympathetically. You felt your heart sink into your stomach.

“Millions of people saw that.” You muttered, your gaze fixed on the floor. While your mind was already coming up with possible tabloid articles and comments from fans. “Please tell me you can’t actually hear me throw up.” You looked pleadingly at Harrison who shrugged again. That was enough of an answer. “Oh no.” You covered your face with your hands. When you thought to throw up in front of Tom was bad, millions of people witnessing it was even worse.

“I’m so sorry, love.” Tom expressed compunctiously as he walked over to you.

“But it’s gone now, right?” You removed your hands to look between Tom and Harrison again. Harrison took his phone out of his pocket and typed something.

“Well, if the video title ‘Tom Holland taking care of his girlfriend for 12 minutes straight’ is any indicator I would say it isn’t completely gone.” Harrison said after a moment making you groan.

I guess it’s true what they say: the internet never forgets.

“I’m sorry.” Tom said again, his hands now on your shoulders.

“For what it’s worth, the comments are mostly positive.” Harrison shrugged his shoulders. You ignored the fact that he said mostly but you had gotten so much hate already, you weren’t even bothered anymore.

“Really? Let me see.” You moved away from Tom and towards Harrison, but Harrison took a step back, holding his phone towards his chest.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“You can’t tell me the comments are positive and then refuse to show me.” You crossed your arms looking at Harrison accusingly. “You know what? I’m just gonna look at it myself.” You reached into the back pocket of your jeans, retrieving your phone. You typed the video title that Harrison had mentioned earlier into the search bar and moments later a few videos popped up. You clicked on the first one. It started with Tom talking to his fans on the live stream, a row of names moving from the bottom of the screen upwards. He was talking about how excited he was for his next project when his eyes suddenly lifted from his phone to look at something behind it. Most likely you on your way to the bathroom. You saw his eyes widen before he jumped out of bed and with a loud bang the phone was thrown onto the desk. All that was visible now was the ceiling of the hotel room and the comments that kept scrolling across the screen at a rapid speed.

-What happened?

-Who’s he with?

-What?

-Where did he go?

-Hellooo?

-Did he accidentally start a live stream? What’s happening?

-Is he throwing up or is that someone else?

Since there wasn’t anything to see you scrolled towards the comment section. You turned the sound down, not wanting to hear yourself heaving. Most of the comments were gushing about how Tom was taking care of you. And you were a hundred per cent agreeing with those people. A few comments, in particular, caught your attention.

-Well at least the girlfriend’s confirmed now lol

-You better treat him the way he deserves Y/N if you hurt him I’m coming for ya

-Welp, that means he’s officially off the market I guess

-For anyone who can’t get enough of tom saying ‘my girlfriend’ you’re welcome 10:37

You turned the sound back on and clicked on the timestamp

“-but my girlfriend isn’t feeling well and I was wondering-” you turned the sound back down in shock. You hadn’t really realised that he’d called you his girlfriend on the phone. Hearing it now made your heart flutter. But that was part of the deal, right? Make everyone believe you’re a couple, that includes the hotel staff. While Tom and Harrison kept looking at you, sharing worried glances every once in a while you continued scrolling through the comments. There hadn’t really been anything too bad in the comments. You were wondering what Harrison didn’t want you to see. Was it the girlfriend stuff? You had no idea why he would have to hide that from you.

But then you saw the comments that you’ve been dreading.

-Oh fuck, what if she’s pregnant?

-I mean Tom would be a great dad but he’s at the prime of his career now, a bit stupid to get a chick pregnant if you ask me.

-But y’all have to admit that baby would be super cute

Why did everyone’s mind immediately connect throwing up with pregnancy? You groaned and locked your phone again letting your hands fall to your sides. You looked at Tom who was eyeing you with an uncertain expression.

“I’m sorry everyone thinks you got me pregnant. Not only my aunt but your fans now, too.” you felt tears brim your eyes and you realised that even though you had rested a couple of hours today and didn’t have to throw up since last night, you still weren’t back at a hundred per cent.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright. It’ll blow over.” He came over and wrapped his arms around you. “We’ll just ignore it for now and if the comments don’t stop I’ll say something, okay?” He rubbed your back soothingly, just the way he had done it about a million times during the past 36 hours.

You spent the next couple hours with Tom and Harrison, Tessa curled up on the sofa next to you. The two boys tried their best to distract you from thinking about the live stream and the fans reactions.

Around six in the afternoon, Tom excused himself to take a shower and pack his stuff for the upcoming press tour. Harrison was going to take him to the airport after taking you home. You were a little sad that you wouldn’t get alone time with Tom one last time but it was probably for the best.

When Harrison pulled up in front of your building you thanked him for taking you while Tom got out of the car to get your suitcase.

“Thanks, Harrison. It was great meeting you.” You smiled at him through the rearview mirror.

“You, too, Y/N.” He returned the smile and you got out of the car. Tom was already waiting for you at the front door. You fumbled your keys out of your coat pocket and opened the door. You were about to say that Tom didn’t need to carry your stuff upstairs, but he had already ascended the staircase halfway. You followed him as quickly as you could opening the door for him. Once inside, Tom carried your suitcase into your bedroom. You stood by the door not sure what to say as he returned.

“Thanks, Tom. For everything.” You couldn’t help the finality in your voice. Tom didn’t seem to notice though.

“You’re very welcome. It was a lot of fun.” He smiled and you tried to imprint the way his eyes crinkled into your memory. Where you ever going to see that smile in person again? "Well, except for last night. That wasn't so much fun." He chuckled and wrapped you in a hug “I’ll text you when I land, yeah?” His voice was right by your ear and shivers ran down your spine. You only managed to nod before Tom pulled away “See you soon.” and with that, he placed a kiss right on the corner of your mouth. You were too perplexed to say anything and by the time you found your voice he was already gone.

***

A couple days later you met your friend Marissa for coffee. You hadn't seen her in such a long time and you needed to get out of the house for something fun for a change.

“Hey. I missed you.” You exclaimed as you walked up to her in front of your favourite coffee shop. The coffee shop where you met Tom. You wrapped your arms around the petite girl and hugged her tightly.

“Missed you, too.” She hugged you back and squeezed you a little bit. “Thought you forgot about me ‘cause you were preoccupied with that boyfriend of yours.” She nudged your shoulder with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“No, of course not. He’s on press tour right now and I wanted to see you.” You cringed because it sounded like you were only seeing her because Tom wasn’t around. “I’m sorry that sounded… I wasn’t-“ you started to ramble but Marissa interrupted you.

“I get it, Y/N. You want to spend as much time with him as possible. He’s not around much is he?” She squeezed your hand, letting you know that she understands.

You shake your head. “Not really. He’ll be gone for weeks at a time, either filming or doing press.” You shrugged your shoulders. This was the first time Tom was gone for such a long time since you met him. And since you realised that you’re in love with him.

“That sucks.” She pauses for a moment. “I just wanted to tell you that I’m happy for you. I know that the others have been assholes about it but to be honest I think they’re just jealous.” She nudged your arm again. “C’mon let’s go inside. You need to tell me all about Kate’s wedding.”

***

You had a great time catching up with Marissa. It was nice to have some girl time again. You had both decided that a night out together was long overdue and planned to go to a club soon.

So a few weeks later, you found yourself standing at the bar of a club, Marissa next to you. You had already had a few drinks but the night was still young and you wanted to let loose for a while. After the bartender slid the two shots you had ordered across the counter, you and Marissa downed them quickly and moved back onto the dance floor. The music that was being played was surprisingly good and you had so much fun you didn’t even realise that it was past 2am already.

You felt Marissa nudge you. “I need to go to the loo!” She exclaimed over the loud music and you nodded, following her out of the crowd of dancing people to get to the toilets. The room was busy when you entered and Marissa immediately queued up. You did as well thinking that it would be better if you took the opportunity to relieve yourself as well.

You were lightly swaying from side to side, a little too drunk to stand straight. But not too drunk to get your phone out of your bag and check instagram. You had unintentionally made it a habit to check Tom’s instagram story a couple of times a day. You told yourself it was because you were curious to see what he was up to. But in reality, it was more because you wanted to hear his voice. Even though you wouldn’t be able to hear anything among the chatter of the girls in the bathroom, you clicked on the little circle with Tom’s icon which was the first one that appeared at the top of your instagram feed. You were immediately greeted with Tom’s face as he said something that you couldn’t hear, a few seconds later Harrison appeared behind him doing a little wave. The next story started and showed Tessa curled up on the sofa in Tom and Harrisons living room and you felt your heart flutter. He was home. You checked the timestamp of the story.

19min ago

You felt yourself getting antsy. Even though you had been texting with Tom a lot over the past few weeks you were wondering if he wanted to see you now that he was back in London. However, you were a little intoxicated and that made you think that it might be a good idea to just go and see him. Now.

Marissa noticed that you were somewhere else with your thoughts and poked you with a smirk.

“What’re you thinking about.”

You let out a breathy laugh. “Tom’s home...” You trailed off, not sure if you should voice your idea. Marissa just raised her eyebrows knowingly. “I was wondering if I should go and see if he’s still up?” It sounded more like a question. “His place is nearby and he posted an instagram story about twenty minutes ago...” At this point, you didn’t know if you were trying to convince yourself or Marissa. She just laughed at you.

“Gosh, you’re so in love with him. It’s so cute.” You could only giggle at her words, temporarily forgetting about the whole fake dating debacle you had gotten yourself into. “Let’s get outta here.” She pulled you by the hand and manoeuvred both of you towards the exit.

Not long after you were standing in front of Tom’s door. You weren’t so sure of your plan now. You decided to send Tom a text to check if he was awake. Your chances were good, he was probably used to a different time zone after such a long time in the states.

you up?

You cringed at your wording but couldn’t bring yourself to rephrase it so you hit send. A few moments later the message was marked as read and a new text bubble appeared.

yeah, why?

You locked your phone and knocked on Tom’s front door, not wanting to ring the doorbell in case you’d wake Harrison up. You heard Tom’s footsteps on the other side of the door before it opened. You were greeted with a surprised-looking Tom clad in grey sweatpants and a simple white t-shirt. How did he manage to look so soft all the time?

“Hi.” he breathed out, his brown eyes moving over your frame.

“Hey... I was in the neighbourhood so I thought I’d stop by... check if you’re home. Haven’t seen you in a while.” You purposefully let the fact slide that you had checked his instagram story. Tom eyed you with a look before opening the door wider so you could enter.

“Of course! Yeah, come in.” Tom smiled widely. “D’ you want something to drink?” He asked looking over his shoulder while you followed him into the kitchen. He looked so good.

“Yeah, do you have tequila?” You giggled giggled! and Tom raised an eyebrow at you.

“Maybe you should stick with water.” He laughed a bit and walked over to one of the cabinets opening it to retrieve two glasses. You leaned back against the counter and looked around the room while Tom poured water into the glasses. “Where’s Tessa?”

“Asleep in the living room.” He handed you one glasses and you took a sip. “What’ve you been up to tonight?” He asked eyeing your outfit once more. “Seems like you had fun.” The corner of his mouth turned up into a smirk.

You nodded “Went clubbing with my friend Marissa. It was a lot of fun. More fun than this.” you say and point at the glass of water in your hand, causing Tom to laugh.

“Sorry, love but I think you’ve had enough for the night.”

“Yeah? Why’s that?” You wonder with a cocked eyebrow. Tom takes a step closer to you, now standing right in front of you. His eyes roamed your face for a moment before he spoke.

“Well, your eyes are glossy and your balance is a little bit off.”

“But only a little bit.” You protest with a pout and Tom chuckled.

“Still, that means no more alcohol for you young lady.” There was a playfully scolding look on his face and you could only think how cute he looks. “Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked a curious expression on his face.

“‘Cuz you’re cute.”

“You think I’m cute?” He arched his eyebrow and you traced the rim of the glass with your finger, only humming affirmatively. “What else do you think of me?” He took another step closer, you could now feel the heat radiating from his body. You sat the glass down on the counter and shrugged your shoulders.

“Well, you’re ridiculously hot, too. So fucking attractive.” You blurted out before thinking. You blushed immediately when you realised what you’ve said, but there’s no way to take back the words.

“I think you’re really fucking attractive, too.” He placed both his hands beside you on the counter, caging you in.

“You do?” You looked at him with big eyes. He was looking down at you and the expression on his face took your breath away.

The two of you kept looking at each other for what felt like an eternity until his lips were suddenly on yours. You let out a surprised gasp but your hands immediately went to the back of his neck pulling him closer. Tom’s hands moved from the countertop to the back of your thighs, hoisting you up on the counter effortlessly. You spread your thighs and he stepped in between them while his arms wrapped around your waist. You were consumed by the feeling of his lips and his tongue. You’d been so sure that you’d never get to kiss him again, and now, here you were. All alone with him. There was no one else around. This wasn’t a show.

You moved your hands from his neck to his hips, slipping them under his shirt, letting out a moan when your fingertips touch the warm skin under the fabric of his shirt. You move your hands upwards to take off his shirt completely, his lips losing contact with yours to get the fabric over his head before he returned, now kissing down your chest. Your hands roamed his body while his grabbed your thighs before they moved to the hem of your shirt, slipping it off and throwing it on the floor where Tom’s was already lying. Tom explored the newly exposed skin with his lips, kissing down the valley of your breasts. Your hands tangle in his curls pulling him closer as you let out a soft moan. Tom moved back up, sucking on the skin of your neck and you slid your hands back down his body slipping your hands under the waistband of his sweatpants.

“Tom.” You moaned his name and let out a whimper.

All of a sudden Tom stopped kissing your neck, grabbed your wrists and pulled your hands away from his body.

“What-... What’s wrong?” Your eyes immediately widen in surprise.

“I can’t...” Tom shook his head, not looking into your eyes, your wrists still in his hold.

“You can’t..?”

“I can’t do this.” He took a step away from you, your hands falling to your thighs and it suddenly dawned on you. Tom didn’t want you the way you wanted him. You couldn’t believe this was happening again. You didn’t think that Tom would be the type to give you a little taste of what it could be like just to push you away a moment later. You didn’t think that Tom would be like Joe.

“I see...” You couldn’t look Tom in the eyes. You hopped down from the counter bending down to pick up your shirt. You gulped and pulled the shirt back over your head with shaking hands.

“I’ll just…” You pointed in the direction of the front door. “I’ll just go.” You felt so… embarrassed? humiliated? There were a lot of feelings swirling around you at that moment but one was prevalent. Rejected.

“Don’t worry. I won’t make this awkward. Let’s just forget this happened at all.” your voice was shaky as you turned around to Tom who was looking at you with big eyes and raised eyebrows. You couldn’t really read his expression. Tessa came running from the living room, jumping around your legs, yipping excitedly. You couldn’t pay her any attention though.

“Y/N. No, it’s not...” Tom stammered running his hand through his hair.

“Don’t bother.” You interrupted him “I won’t let you do this to me, Tom… Not you, too.“ You opened the front door and turned to look at him one last time. “Coming here was a mistake.” you mumbled to yourself and you were out of the door before Tom could say anything else. The door slammed behind you but you could still hear Tessa barking. You speed walked to the next street corner as fast as you could and then stopped to support yourself on a house wall, the tears finally falling.

How could you be so stupid to think Tom actually wanted to be with you?

And while you were crying on the corner, Tom was sitting at home, his head in his hands.

“Mate, what the fuck happened?” Harrison, who had been woken up by Tessa’s barking, stood in the doorway to the living room, his eyebrows raised in question.

“I think I really fucked things up.”

“What did you do?”

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etraytin · 4 years

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Quarantine, Day 232

October 28 Busy day today, as promised! I got up this morning and got the kiddo going on his schoolwork (asynchronous learning day means he had lots of time to work on catch-up assignments) and then headed off to my doctor's office. I lost the labwork order I needed to get my routine yearly bloodwork, so they printed it off and brought it outside to me so I didn't have to enter the office. Doctors and dentists and the like are extremely concerned with keeping unnecessary people out of their offices, which makes sense. At the kiddo's pediatrician, they appear to have renovated an empty space next door into an entirely segregated sick-child waiting room, rather than the simpler left-side-well, right-side-sick waiting room they had before, separated by a wall bisecting most of the room. Now both those sides are for well children and sick children can't come into the office proper at all. I am hoping this is a healthy winter for the kiddo. But anyway! With my paperwork in hand, I bopped down to the blood testing center for my blood draw. That wasn't much different from usual, aside from a very avant-garde arrangement of chairs in the waiting room that had many fewer chairs, all pointing in different directions away from one another. Routine labwork cost me 26.33, a weird number that included a 20 dollar copay and then 6.33 cents of coinsurance for the various tests. It was a weird number, but at least it was considerably less than I would've paid without our exceedingly expensive insurance. I didn't have to wait very long and the phlebotomist did a good job with me. I asked specifically for a back-of-the-hand draw, partially because I'm a tough stick and partially because I wanted to be able to show the kiddo what it looks like. It was a model wound, tiny with minimal blood and only slight swelling. The kiddo seemed somewhat reassured about his own upcoming draw, but only somewhat. I went home and showed off my hand and checked to make sure everything was still going well. On the way, I stopped for gas at the new Wawa and got myself a big cup of pumpkin spice coffee with hazelnut creamer. It's the most wonderful time of the year! Also I was very hungry from fasting. Kiddo had gotten quite a bit of work done on his school stuff and my husband got good news from his own morning telemedicine appointment, so all was copacetic. I stayed home for about an hour and figured out what assignments the kiddo still had to do, and then it was off on another adventure through the bridge-tunnel to pick up my auction winnings! Now I know the natural reaction here might be "You bid on another auction? Did you learn NOTHING from the Takis adventure?" I understand your reaction and the answer is yes I did learn something, but not very much. I certainly didn't bid on any massive job lots at this auction, which was for a beauty shop that had shut down. I placed lowball bids on all kinds of interesting and useful things, was outbid on most of them, and purchased what was left. In this case, that amounted to two large three-drawer plastic storage bins, one small three-drawer storage bin, and nine pounds of reinforced cotton coil. I also got a bonus in that one large drawer was full of a dozen rolls of little-bitty garbage bags, the perfect size to scoop litter into. I won't need to scrounge grocery bags for years! (Also, the guy who helped me find my items at the auction house definitely remembered me from last time, and I suspect I may be hearing about the takis adventure forever now.) Your other question at this point may be "what is reinforced cotton coil?" and the answer is that it is very weird and cool stuff. Imagine a cotton ball, the sort you use for makeup or cleaning or whatever. Now imagine a cotton ball that is still the same diameter, but four hundred feet long, wrapped up in a tight coil and shoved into a cardboard box. Reinforced just means that there is a paper tape inside the middle of this long cotton rope, giving it a bit more structure. Originally it's for salon use. It's the stuff they wrap around your head when you get a perm so the chemicals don't seep out onto your face, and something about manicures too, but I have bigger ideas. You have any idea how many kitten butts can be wiped with a cotton ball a quarter-mile long? (I have three boxes of the stuff, so 1200 feet and change.) How many ears can be cleaned? How many crocheted catnip mice stuffed? I'm sure there's lots of other things that can be done with it, and I'm open to ideas. If I get the drop spindle I want for Christmas, maybe I'll try and make yarn from it. So many uses! With my van once again filled with cheaply acquired auction goodies, I headed back home to impress my guys with such weird bounty and also eat some lunch. In the afternoon, the kiddo had a dentist appointment, which has historically not been a great time for us. Kiddo is not quite as nervous of the dentist as he is of the phlebotomist, but it's pretty close. This was just a cleaning, though, so no shots and no pain and it was okay. He actually did really well holding still and following directions, and he doesn't need anything else for six more months. Yes! I was so happy that we walked next door to Gamestop where he picked out Fallout 4, which was on an excellent sale because it's kind of old now. He can't play it until he is done with his catch up work, but both he and my husband are very excited about it. Husband made dinner, an experimental spaghetti variant involving crushing diced canned tomatoes with a potato masher, because I was trying to explain to MIL how to attach files to email again. She wanted to send me some documents so I can three-way-call with her and the financial advisor tomorrow, but she couldn't access her own email and couldn't figure out how to move the scanned documents (sixteen pages, each one its own file) anyplace that I could access them. She finally got one good picture of the first page with her camera and texted it to me, and then we decided that was enough for now. I don't know bologna about this stuff anyway, so hopefully the advisor will explain it to both of us tomorrow. The spaghetti was good. Evening was less busy, which was nice. Kiddo took a shower with minimal complaining, and decided that he really wants to join our online Mutants and Masterminds group, which is two years older than he is by now. I told him that was fine, but he has to be willing to really work on his posts because this group requires good spelling and complete sentences in every post. (This is true, and ordinarily we probably wouldn't have a player this young despite no official rules against it, but we have put thousands of dollars into owning the site over the years and that ought to come with at least small privileges.) I don't know if he'll actually do it, but he's coming up with a character concept and we'll help him build it and see how it goes. It would be excellent writing practice! We'll get started on that tomorrow.

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unicyclehippo · 4 years

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“What do you mean by leaving?” Beau/Yasha

it’s actually pretty obvious what she means by leaving, given the pack slung up on her shoulder and the way she won’t meet beau’s eyes, but beau still needs to hear it, dammit.

she takes the last steps down from the second landing, slowly, purposefully. hopes yasha is less likely to spook if she does.

it works, or yasha gives up. the chimes do their thing and chime delicately as the door closes.

‘i didn’t mean to wake you,’ yasha says, regretful.

‘don’t think so highly of yourself,’ beau shoots back. her friend winces and beau bites at her tongue until it hurts. ‘what i mean,’ she says, with significantly less acid in her voice, ‘is i was already awake.’

‘bad dreams?’

beau rolls her eyes. ‘are you really gonna offer me night time therapy session with one foot out the door?’

‘my advice will be bad whether we are - are seated or standing,’ yasha jokes, and she finally looks up from the floor to smile. it’s not a large smile, or particularly bright, but it does seem to be a real one, able to pack a whole lot of fondness into it. ‘i- will sit with you,’ she offers, and beau can hear what she isn’t saying: i won’t leave.

not tonight, anyway.

yasha takes one and then another careful step toward the stairs, toward beau. ‘i will get some tea.’ when beau pulls an exaggerated face of distaste, she earns a second smile. ‘it is good. i grew it m—i planted it,’ she corrects, and the weight of her attention fades as her eyes glaze over, a tiny frown buried between dark brows as those memories of her absence rise from where she had laid them fitfully to rest.

beau reaches up, pats her on the shoulder both to pull her back to the here and now and as a gesture of camaraderie she realises now has been missing. when was the last time someone had touched yasha? when was the last time they had really spoken? ‘i’ll put the kettle on.’

yasha nods. disappears up the stairs.

it does occur to beau that yasha could easily jump out the window, or from her balcony. it occurred to her before yasha had gone up the stairs, even, but she forces herself not to check on the other woman: friendship, family, requires faith. that’s what cad has been teaching them since he joined and beau respects—loves—that weird man too much to throw his lesson out the window the first chance she gets. have faith, she thinks to herself, ignoring the way her gut twists and turns like eels. she sets the kettle into the low fire and steps back, hoists herself up onto the counter top to watch the pot. have faith. have—

‘milk?’

‘no. we have honey, though,’ beau tells yasha, who steps out from the shadowed door like—well—like an avenging angel. it’s always remarkable to see her like this, the chiselled features, the serene mask covering the tumult of the storm. she’s always been gorgeous but there is something about night, about the ink darkness of constant midnight here in rosohna, that sharpens her, sets the planes of her face and muscles in stark contrast. when she steps forward and pours a little of the leaves into the water, and stands still there, lit up by the firelight, beau thinks of those kneeling statues and the orange light weighty, drenching her cheekbones like blood pouring from staring eyes and—

‘it’s here somewhere.’ her too-loud words shatter the still, and beau opens and closes as many of the cupboards as she can, busying herself with work. finally, she lands on the glass jar, golden honey still nearly to the rim. ‘found it. i love this stuff.’

yasha cocks her head to the side. her eyes track beau across the kitchen, watch her carefully as she doles two spoons into one mug.

‘honey?’

‘please.’ beau spoons a little into yasha’s mug as well. ‘i would not have guessed.’

‘yeah, well,’ beau shrugs, returns the jar to its spot. ‘cad keeps basically pouring tea down my throat—i think he thinks it’ll get me to sit still,’ she jokes, and hears yasha laugh softly. ‘jester gave me some of her honey so i wouldn’t keep tasting dead people.’

‘mm.’

when she deems it ready, though she is no master of the art like caduceus seems to be, yasha lifts the kettle out of the oven and pours. there is a kind of calming ritual to it, regardless of the simplicity of it. the night seems to gentle when it is awash with the fresh, grassy and almost flowery scent, and the warm of it suffusing beau’s hands as she holds it close is echoed knowing that it is doing the same for yasha as she sits across from her at the kitchen table.

‘so.’

‘so,’ yasha echoes, and sighs a rumbling sigh like a distant storm. ‘you caught me.’

‘you wanted to be caught.’

there. surprise, like a flash of lightning. ‘i—‘ yasha blinks. ‘perhaps,’ she admits. ‘i do not know.’

beau nods. sips. hisses at the sting of still-boiling water against her lips and tongue. ‘too hot,’ she warns.

yasha smiles—a third smile, a veritable bounty of them. ‘thank you for the warning.’

they sit there, and blow on their tea, and think hard about what they want to say. the silence stretches on, eased into something not altogether agonizing by the entire business of drinking tea.

‘thank you. for coming after me,’ yasha says eventually, and she looks a little surprised by the words as they leave her. ‘you could have - let me leave.’

‘i could have. i thought about it.’ she meets yasha’s eyes squarely and says, without reproach, but without gentling the words, ‘we have lost you too many times. i’m not letting it happen again.’ yasha nods. reaches out a hand carefully. after a moments thought, beau takes it in her own.

yasha’s hand is warm with the heat of her tea, and they hold hands long enough for that to dim and fade and warm once more simply by the effort of holding one another’s hand.

‘there’s a lot of stuff to talk about, with everyone,’ beau says eventually. ‘but so long as you know, we do want you here, does that help?’

‘yes.’

‘good. good. and—i mean this as no indictment or anything, because it’s something, frankly, that a lot of us need to work on, but if you need something you have to tell us. we aren’t mind readers. even cad isn’t.’

yasha crinkles her nose. a fourth smile.

beau wonders if she shouldn’t be counting them, if that is strange; she wonders if she could somehow measure them, to see how they grow, how they change.

‘he does seem like it sometimes, doesn’t he?’

‘oh, a hundred per cent, yeah.’ she squeezes yasha’s hand. ‘talking about what you need?’

‘i...will try.’

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buckybabybaby · 5 years

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Mr Hollywood (Chapter 1)

Summary: Bucky Barnes, an underpaid teaching assistant in a small English village, dreams of a movie career back in his home country of America. He finally gets the break he's always wanted, and if it wasn't for you, his best friend, he wouldn't have been able to take it. But is that fact enough to save your friendship when it's tested by the pressures of Hollywood?

A/n: I started writing this in September 2017 so it's long over due being posted. I've only written one series so far, and that was nearly two years ago so I may be out of practice, but this is a story that’s been floating around in my head for years so... I really hope people like it! I think I'll aim to post every weekend, and by putting this out today I'm hoping I force myself to write more.

Proof read by way of a text-speech device.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader (Gender Neutral)

Word count: 1959

Warnings: None for now!

Mr Hollywood Masterlist

Main Masterlist.

*****

Mr Barnes, of Wild Fields Primary School, looks exactly like one of those teachers that pop up in viral tweets because they are just too attractive not to be shared with the world, but as a Year One teaching assistant, the children he helps are far too young to be affected by his appearance. But then there are their parents.

You have spent many a school play, summer fête, and open evening watching them watching him, and wondering how it is that he appears so calm in the face of such obvious flirting. The effort some of the single mums and dads, as well as a few of the very married ones, make with their appearances when they think he might be at an event is laughable.

Or at least it would be funny if it wasn't so embarrassing.

Bucky first arrived four years ago, and as an American in a sleepy English village, he had caused quite the stir. During the first few weeks his every move was watched by the residents like a new exhibit at the zoo, and that was partly how you had become friends, after feeling the need to defend him against one particularly rude busybody who made a comment about his suitability to teach at the school.

The grateful smile he sent your way melted your heart and the two of you have be inseparable ever since.

Now, with three weeks to go until the summer holidays there's a buzz around the school, but this Monday afternoon your class have been remarkably calm, flipping through their books during 'reading time' in near silence as you sit at your desk trying not to bite your nails. The second hand on the clock at the front of the schoolroom appears to be slowing down the longer you stare at it, but you can't concentrate on your lesson planning when you don't know what is wrong with Bucky.

He's been weird all day and you need to find out why. Playground duty at mid-morning break meant you hadn't had a chance to speak to him then, and he wasn't anywhere obvious at lunch, so you've had to just watch through the small window separating your classroom with the one he was working in today as he pulled at his hair harder than usual. Even without confronting him you can tell something is up, and you hope to catch him before he leaves at the end of the day.

The last bell finally rings, and you usher your pupils out as quick as you can without looking desperate, excusing them from putting their chairs tidy under their desks because you can see Bucky doing the same. You don't like the idea of him going home in the state he seems to be in without talking to someone.

When the last stragglers eventually wish you farewell you hurry out too and walk briskly along the corridor to the other Year One classroom, dimly aware there may be other children still inside who you don't want to break the 'no running' rule in front of. As the lights are switched off you assume the room is deserted, so you're about to rush off to the staff room in the hope of intercepting him when a shadow near the window catches your eye.

Opening the door, you slip in quietly. “Bucky?” He doesn't move, only making a noise in response, a low hum that does nothing to reassure you. “Are you okay?”

That question seems to shake him out of his haze. He tilts his head to look back at you, then nods towards the table he's sitting on, a silent invitation to join him. You do, searching his face for an answer when he turns towards you.

“I feel sick.”

Okay, so he's ill. That makes sense, as you know how hard it is to try and work when you're not feeling one hundred per cent, and he does look pale.

“Do you want me to take you home? I can make you some soup if-”

“Not that sort of sick,” He interrupts. “Nervous sick.”

“Oh.”

“Can I tell you something?”

“Of course.”

“It's a secret.”

“Okay?”

“I, er,” He takes a deep breath. “You know that teaching, or assisting at teaching, wasn't ever something I really wanted to do. I just fell in to it, sort of. But it's not that I don't enjoy it! I love it, most days, and sometimes I think I could do this for the rest of my life and be okay with it. It's just that it is always going to feel like a substitute for what I really want to do, and... I'm not explaining my self very well am I?”

You shake your head with a small laugh. “You are rambling a bit, are you sure you're not ill?”

“Nah, I'm just a bit dazed. I got a call back. A big one.”

Your eyebrows raise as he says that. A call back? You were aware that with his degree in theatre he always wanted to pursue work in TV or film, but when his twin brother was transferred over to a specialist rehabilitation hospital in the UK, he had to abandon that dream and move here to care for him.

As soon as Dayton had recovered he encouraged him to get back to what he loved, and from going to open auditions Bucky had landed a few roles in adverts, mainly for the radio, but he's been very quiet on that front recently.

You haven't said anything, still trying to understand how he managed to keep this from you. “Here, this might help explain.” He hands you his phone, open on an email which you scan quickly. And again. Then once more, taking time to read every word carefully and process the potentially life changing information it contained.

You look back at him, mirroring his wide-eyed expression. “Stark? Stark Pictures?” He nods. “And they need to see you again? When did you go before, what is this?”

“Last weekend when I went to London.” He swallows. “It's not a commercial this time.”

“I can see that. Gosh Bucky, does this say what I think it does?” You don't give him a chance to reply before you bombard him with more questions, “What TV show is it? Who would you play? It says here it's a screen test for chemistry, so it's more than just a simple call back isn't it? Bucky, why didn't you tell me any of this?”

“I didn't think anything would come of it,” He says, staring out of the window and choosing not to answer your other queries. “And it doesn't matter anyway 'cos I'm not going.”

“What?” You whip around to face him, astonished. “What do you mean you're not going?”

“Look at where it is Y/N,” He whispers. “I can't afford flights back to America, especially at the moment.”

Silence follows as you think about the frankly pathetic wage an assistant teacher gets. With his rent, bills and the train fare to visit his brothers new home he was basically living pay check to pay check.

“Can't they pay for you?” You say eventually.

“I don't want to ask.”

You sigh, knowing how proud Bucky can be, how he'd rather struggle than ask for help. He's been like that his entire life, according to Dayton, and you can almost hear his exasperated voice scolding him. For Dayton's sanity, and for the sake of Bucky's future, you do the only thing you can.

Hopping off the table and pulling out your own phone you hold it up against his. “Okay, so you need to be there for the afternoon of the seventh. Which means,” You pause to scroll down the website, “With time differences...”

Bucky approaches you slowly, eyeing your phone. “Y/N, what are you doing?”

“Booking your flights. Hope you don't mind economy?” Ignoring his squeak of protest, you dodge out of his reach as you continue to type. “You won't need any hold luggage will you?”

“Y/N, please, stop,” He tries again, succeeding in grabbing your phone this time but you snatch it back just as quick, walking backwards away from him as he whines. “I can't ask you too do this.”

“You didn't ask, I'm offering. Now what's your passport number?”

“Y/N, I'm not going to let you do this.”

Stopping in front of him you meet his eye, silently daring him to refuse. “No best friend of mine is going to miss a screen test at Stark Pictures, when the role is yours in everything but name. Not over a few hundred measly pounds. Okay? Passport number.”

Realising you've adopted your 'teacher voice' to reason with him, you clear your throat, not wanting him to feel belittled. You know it must be hard for him to accept help. He's still standing there looking pained, so you try one last time. “Please Bucky, this is your dream, don't let your pride get in the way. Plus, you'll be able to pay me back ten times in a month.”

That last part seems to work. His frown disappears and he pulls you into his arms while you're still typing, crushed against his chest as he laughs through tears.

“Twenty times,” He promises into your hair, and you completely believe he would.

****

Bucky's flight home landed half an hour ago but there's still no sign of him. The couple of days before he left on Friday flew by, then the weekend seemed to drag as you awaited his return, and now you can't sit still as you stare down Heathrow's arrivals gate, wondering if you should have made him a 'welcome back!' sign like the family next to you.

He doesn't actually know you're here to meet him, and you're hoping he hasn't managed to slip past you in the crowds as the announcement warning against leaving baggage unattended plays for the umpteenth time.

A group of university students sporting Dodgers caps pass by and you stand in anticipation. On spotting Bucky walking through the doors you begin to move in his direction, shouting at him across the hall louder than you intended, but the attention of others doesn't bother you as his tired smile morphs in to a full grin in realisation. You speed up your pace to close the distance between the two of you until he's dropping his holdall, reaching out for you and lifting you off your feet to spin you around.

“You didn't say you were coming!” His excitement is for more than your surprise presence, you can tell, and that's almost enough evidence of how this trip went. Before he'd gone out, one of the producers had emailed him to say they were okay with him working his notice and staying until the summer holidays started, and from that you had interpreted that they were pretty certain he was going to be the one they cast, but you still need to hear him say it.

“Never mind that,” You pull away to watch his face. “Well? Did you get it?”

“No, sweetheart, I'm this happy because I didn't.”

You roll your eyes as he smirks at you, but you know what he is actually saying and he holds you tighter as you offer your congratulations, so pleased for him you could burst.

He sets you down and you smooth out his jumper, beaming up at him. “Come on then Mr Hollywood, two more weeks of term, better make them count.”

Bucky laughs at that and lets you lead him towards the train station to go home, or at least home for the next few weeks, until he starts his new life in Los Angeles and everything changes.

*****

Chapter 2

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gwiiyeoweo · 5 years

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It was a joke, created from an accidental remark of misnaming Cor as someone else. But naturally, things escalate.

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Cor/Noctis

It started innocently enough, through a casual slip of the tongue and resulting in an embarrassed prince.

Cor brushed the tip of his sword across the ground, relaxing from his defensive stance from which he had just parried Noctis’ attack. The boy was still slow, still trying to climb over the hurdles of chronic pain and tough scarring that addled his limbs and nerves, but his efforts and progress was nothing short of remarkable. Not many survivors, at least those with such extensive damage, could ever hope to make half the recovery Noctis made over the years. Still, there were a ways to go and many years before the young thing could land a scratch on Cor.

“Shit, go easy on me for once, dad —”

Noctis had been nursing his bruised ego and his even more bruised ass, flung to his back and eating dirt and gravel, until that single word froze his hands in place and blew his eyes wide open.

Cor knew for certain that the pink dusting the boy’s cheeks was not the sunburn from the clear skies, especially not with how Scientia had slathered him with bulletproof sunscreen when he learned they’d be training outside today. Knew for certain how to spot a blooming teen’s embarrassment for what it was, how the hunched shoulders and brief panic flashing across his face meant a mini crisis taken way more seriously than it needed to be. Hell, Cor had been in Noctis’ position a handful of times, back in his days of youth training under his captain who was truly more of a father figure than a severe militant.

But of course, Noctis was in that age of rampant hormones and emotions all thrown into a blender, stuck between keeping up this “cool” persona and penting up his anxieties when he ought to be free to feel how he wanted and seeking help when he needed — except, teenage stubbornness was a helluva beast.

In essence, Noctis was embarrassed by the all too common problem of misnaming a not-dad, dad.

Cor didn’t really care. He’s done it a handful of times, and while he’s not an actual father, he supposed he was something of a father figure to a good number of trainees anyway. So he ignored it, like he did in the past.

“All the more reason to keep you on your toes, considering you have a hard time even standing,” Cor said, not even batting an eyelash at Noctis’ slip.

Noctis’ shoulders sagged in infinite gratitude, losing the stiffness that had seemed to seize him in his moment of teenage terror. Really, was it that ego-shattering to accidentally call the man a dad?

The accidents never stopped, though they were few and far in between. Eventually Noctis matured enough to not even care himself, even going so far as to intentionally “mistake” Cor as his father. Sometimes, he cracked dad jokes — sometimes, both of them did.

“Gods, I am exhausted. Can we take a breather? Please?”

“Hello, exhausted,” Cor said, offering a hand to pull Noctis up from the floor. The prince almost landed a good blow to Cor’s knees, much to the man’s pride, but his rushed attack left him wide open and prone to a fatal counterattack; once again, he had been flung to the ground with a well-timed kick and shove. Noctis rolled his eyes, already realizing his fatal mistake and expecting the joke to follow. “I am dad. But only ten minutes, no more than that.”

It was strange. Not because Cor wasn’t actually a father, or that he had issues with being seen as one. It was strange simply because of how easy they had both slipped into this inside joke. Truly though, he could understand the how and why from Noctis’ point of view, even when he doubted the prince himself knew the reason.

Cor’s been around for far too long to not notice, after all, and while he’s no psychiatrist, he suspected it all stemmed from a sort of longing. A need to fill the absence of a father. He couldn’t blame Regis, not when he had a kingdom on his shoulders and a war knocking on his very walls. Neither could he blame Noctis, a withdrawn prince who tried to pass off his loneliness as cool indifference when all he wanted was a pat on the shoulder and a word of praise. Both father and son tried to spend what rare time they could with each other, Regis pushing his meetings and council session as far back as he could just to spare a twenty-minute lunch with his boy, and Noctis keeping whatever complaints he had bottled up because he fully understood that the safety of their people far outweighed his desire for a family dinner.

He’s seen their struggles. Regis would work himself into the early hours of dawn, foregoing sleep and much-needed rest, sacrifice even more of his life and blood for his kingdom, even though the Crystal has taken more than its due. Both Cor and Clarus would have to physically manhandle their King out of his office and into his bedroom, his weak and tired protests swatted down like shriveled up flies.

And Noctis? All he could do was watch his father wither away, see the once all-powerful man speed through his remaining years within months. And bear witness to his future in the face of his own blood, see his life cut short in the lines and wrinkles of Regis’ face.

Cor could never truly replace Regis — he’d never dream of it — but if he could at least help the both of them by just passing off a few dad jokes here and there, then he might just end up writing down a whole list of them just to share with Noctis.

The young man was looking more gloomy as of late, which is why they’ve been going overtime on their sparring session today. Cor’s learned how Noctis ticked, and he knew one of the prince’s flaws was his habit of bottling everything up. But wear his body down enough, and his mind will follow. Eventually, Noctis would have to spill the beans on what’s been weighing on his heart.

“Your focus is slipping, Prince,” Cor chided, tapping his blunt sword at Noctis’ foot. Said prince chose to take his ten-minute break sprawled on the ground, the cool tiles of the indoor training room a balm against his cheek. He’s even taken the liberty of lifting his shirt up to his neck, making the most of his short reprieve and cooling down as fast he can before he’s hauled back up to his feet. Cor tried not to let his eyes linger too long on that smooth skin, or the hint of a scar that wrapped around from his back to his hip bones, or that teasing peek of his chest and a dusty pink nipple —

Right, so maybe his focus was slipping.

Cor coughed into his fist and maneuvered his gaze away, somewhere up to the left of Noctis’ face. “Something on your mind?”

Noctis, unaware of what had just happened, only groaned and rolled his forearm over his face. "Yeah, a lot actually."

Bingo. Cor sat down beside him, placing his practice sword on his lap and folding his hands over it, and decided Noctis deserved more than a ten-minute breather to discuss his woes. He'd sit there and wait for as long as it took anyway, if only to help lighten whatever troubles that shackled his prince's spirits.

"Go on," he encouraged, hoping Noctis was willing to share his burdens rather than keep them to himself. When there's nothing but silence, Cor almost believed those walls weren't worn down enough, was about to think of another method other than physical exhaustion to get the boy to open up.

"It's, uh… Complicated,” Noctis finally said.

"Try me."

"Okay, well. Um. So there's a friend. A real great friend. And we have this little joke, yeah? And we're just going at it, having a good time, but eventually it just kind of escalates. I guess. So do I just keep playing? Am I getting the wrong signals here? Does he feel what I think he feels?" Noctis started rambling, flinging his hands into the air and gesturing this way and that, throwing air quotes or just waving them about.

Cor sort of… Got it. Noctis wasn't releasing any names, but he knew this friend must be male. Prompto, Cor suspected, as he's the only friend Noctis has made outside the Citadel.

" — like playing that dumb penis game. Like, you're in a library or something and you take turns whispering penis louder and louder until one of you chickens out or you get told to shut up. But no one's around to tell you to shut up, and eventually someone's gonna end up yelling penis because you're both pretty stubborn and — "

Cor wasn't sure where Noctis was trying to go with that analogy, but he nodded sagely along and pretends he one hundred percent understood. But whatever the case, he thought Noctis must be wary of where to go, to continue with apparent ignorance until one of them cracked and spilled how they truly feel or to stop and say it aloud at the risk of fracturing their friendship.

" — the hell am I supposed to do? I mean, it's weird, he'll probably think it's weird but what if he doesn't? I know what I feel, and I really want to think it's not my bias giving me false signals, but I'm pretty sure he feels the same way? And if he doesn't, well, that's cool too. I won't push him, but I'd really like him to stick around and not feel pressured to keep up a facade if he feels awkward and — "

Cor leaned over and gently slapped his hand over Noctis' running mouth, and the boy shoots him the classic 'how dare you' look. He shook his head and pulled his hand away, Noctis picking up the signal and keeping his mouth shut.

"Alright, I won't claim to be the best at these things, but I will give my two cents," Cor said, and Noctis perked up at the offer. "Personally, I would confront them, but I understand your caution. If following the rules of the game isn't working, then increase the stakes. If you don't want to directly ask them, do so indirectly but make it so terribly obvious even a blind man can see. Increase the difficulty, bonus round, however you want to think it."

Noctis frowned, mulling over the advice and turning it over in his head. “I… guess I could do that.”

“And if that doesn’t work and that friend of yours turns sour, you have a slew of Crownsguard and I to show up at his doorstep.”

“Stop that.” Noctis smacked Cor’s arm, holding back a laugh as his face brightened up. “That’s power abuse, and I don’t think that’s gonna work on him.”

“Regis would find a kingly way to name it otherwise, I’m sure.”

That earned him another laugh, accompanied by a roll of the eyes, but Noctis already looked several pounds lighter now that he’s gotten it out of his system. Already up again, dusting his shirt and the back off his pants before hefting up his practice sword. Already raring to go for the next round without even being prompted to — nice.

“Hey,” Noctis said, resuming his stance and digging his heels into the floor.

“Yes, Highness?”

"Thanks, daddy."

Huh, Noctis hasn't called him daddy before.

Cor was a damn idiot. A damn, dense idiot.

He really should have seen this coming a mile, no, a hundred miles away. He should have seen the signs on himself before even noticing them on Noctis.

He had seen the odd glances thrown his way, the way Noctis' eyes tended to wander over places they never wandered before, especially with a nuance the prince never used with anyone else.

But when Cor's own eyes lingered just a second too long at the sweat dripping down that slender neck, he realized Noctis matured in more ways than just age and growth. And gods, he would drive his own sword into his heart the moment Regis found out.

Yet when Noctis slammed himself down, he thought there might as well be a blade struck in his chest already, considering the shudder that pierced his nerves and pinned his mind back to reality. Pinned his eyes on Noctis straddling him from above and riding him into the next century. Another obscene slap of skin had Cor bite back a surprised breath, but Noctis looked on from his throne with a shit-eating grin and a lick to his lips. Cor didn't think he'd be that turned on, but well.

“Fucking brat,” he wanted to say, but Noctis’ unrelenting rhythm only allowed him a guttural “ Fuck” instead. And he knew that stroked the prince’s ego even more, considering how he clenched around Cor’s cock at the implied praise. Unfortunately, he couldn't hold back the low groan, and his fingers dug into the pliant flesh of Noctis' hips, barely keeping himself from leaving more than just a few suspicious bruises. Torn between keeping him in place to simply savor the warmth and to drag him underneath to ravage him.

Noctis relented in his pace only to grind himself along, slow and burning and gods damnit, the boy was toying with Cor now. He lifted a hand from Cor’s chest, bare and exposed when Noctis had clawed his way through the shirt and ripped it off — when and how he became so brazen, Cor had wondered for only a moment before lips came devouring after his — and he tiptoed two fingers across the hard planes of Cor’s stomach to his sternum, lightly digging a fingernail there.

“What?” Noctis laughed, eyeing the man with something absolutely devious. “Is daddy gonna punish me?”

Ah, shit. Those words alone were nearly enough to undo him, and he fought to keep his seams together as he squeezed his eyes and dug his skull into the safety mats underneath. Cor never thought he’d have a daddy kink, but neither did he imagine any of this would happen. (There may have been a few ambiguous wet dreams here and there, with a blurry imaged prince and the empty echo of his voice, but he had chopped it up to the dry spell as of late.)

"Oh, I think he likes it." Noctis’ words came in breathy moans, a tell-tale sign of his own arousal and heat. He must be struggling just as much as Cor, slowly rolling his hips and denying that sweet ecstasy from them both, trying to keep his head above water and not drown in the heat of the moment, all in order to relish this rare power he had over the man.

Cor still had his eyes shut tight, but he felt a slow drag of movement and a shift in weight on his chest. There’s warmth beside his face, where damp hair tickled his cheek and eyelids. Lips crawled up the sensitive skin of his neck, to his jaw then his ears, leaving light wet kisses as they explored and conquered. As if there was still anything left to take.

His resistance fell to the wayside the moment Noctis had landed his first proper hit on him, taking Cor by surprise with a tricky warp and knocking them both against the nearest wall. Noctis had held the practice blade up to Cor’s neck, the blunt edge pressing against an artery. And pressing a thigh in between his legs. They had been skirting around the tension for the past few months, using their trading blows and crossing swords as an excuse to press skin upon skin and breath upon breath. But in that moment, something had just snapped. Maybe it had been Cor’s reasoning, or Noctis’ buttons being torn off.

“Does daddy like that?” Noctis whispered into his ear, hot breath ghosting over his skin and sending a shudder down his spine. As if to further torture him, Noctis ground his hips just right and breathed a moan so obscene Cor thought he’d need to go repent at an altar.

Who in the hell taught Noctis to do that? Cor was torn between relinquishing his position to them in promotion and shoving them into the dankest prison cell beneath the Citadel, because this was an utter sin and a blessing all in one.

Under Noctis’ crafty mouth and within his intoxicating warmth, it didn’t take long for Cor to unravel. He arched his back, even lifting Noctis with him, while his hands groped for purchase and settled on the boy’s thighs, and he came in a burst of white stars and sparklers. All sound was drowned out in the rush of blood in his ears, but he could feel Noctis’ mouth groan against his chest and the shudder of his body against his own.

Noctis must have come right after, because Cor saw the streak of milk white on his stomach when he finally opened his eyes again, expecting a sleepy-eyed prince but getting a smug-looking brat instead.

“Heh, thought you’d have a lot more stamina that that, old man,” Noctis said, lolling his head to the side and watching through half-lidded eyes.

Something inside Cor flared at that, even though he knew what game Noctis was playing. Fine, he’ll fall for it, if only to turn that arrogant smile into an utter moaning mess.

“Alright, Highness, you asked for it.” Cor growled and gripped the boy’s hips, flipping their positions with a surprised gasp from Noctis. Cor loomed over him, dragging their hips together with a forceful thrust that had the boy tipping his head back in a sharp inhale and eyes blown wide. “I think you’ve been a bad boy,” he began, nipping at a patch of skin just beneath the collarbone. “And a glutton for punishment.”

Noctis hooked his legs around Cor’s back, practically drawing him closer and deeper, keeping him from backing out with a strength that even impressed Cor, and laced his arms around the man’s neck to rake fingernails against the ridges of his spine. With fluttering eyelashes and the most wicked ‘come hither’ look Cor’s ever witnessed, Noctis tipped forward to nip at the man’s lips and gently roll that soft flesh between his teeth.

Cor would gladly let him eat him alive, he suddenly thought, but of course —

“Then punish me, daddy.”

‘This little shit.’

If Noctis was laughing before, he was screaming now. And Cor would make sure to have him begging and chanting his name before he was through.

“I hope you know what you’ve gotten yourself into, Highness.”

They're bundled up together, with Noctis atop Cor's chest and tracing a lazy circle on his skin, blanketed by their old clothes, while Cor played with the boy’s wayward hair, absentmindedly twirling a lock around his finger. It's nice, he'll admit, being able to just bask in the afterglow and finally being able to uncoil all that tension that's been building up for gods know how long.

“Don't worry about it, already asked dad."

"You what."

So naturally, Noctis would ruin the moment by casually blurting out one of the man's worst fears. Cor's hand stilled, heart going a mile a minute — and yup, there's the pressure of dread building up in his stomach, ripe and ready for his sword. Noctis must have heard the hammering in his chest because he picked up his head to look Cor dead in the eyes and clasp both cheeks in between his hands.

"Calm down, he's not gonna kill you," he reassured. "Hell, he gave me the shovel talk. His own son! Said underneath that gruff look is a heart that bruises like a peach. Like how you got dumped in your teens and moped around for a good month, writing cheesy poetry and whatever."

Oh, gods. Cor's stuck between relief and mortification. Relief knowing he won't have to redeem himself or repent for his lost honor — for his own, or Noctis', or both — and mortification that Noctis already talked to his own father about all of whatever this is and that Regis had revealed a snippet of his past he thought was buried forever.

Perhaps, it was Cor who should re-analyze what he's gotten himself into.

"Stop thinking so hard," Noctis ordered, shifting his weight over Cor, their clothes sliding off him when he straddled him again. He splayed one hand over Cor's chest while he dipped the other lower, fingers tracing the trail of hair that lead down, over muscle and hip bone and sensitive skin and hard planes of well-earned muscle. "Or I'll make you."

But oh, when his prince looked at him with such favor and demand, lips teasing and tongue sharp, how could Cor ever deny him?

#ff15 #final fantasy xv #cor leonis #kinktober 2019 #noctis lucis caelum #i can type

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dekimdeku · 5 years

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Cold Touches - Todoroki x Reader (Chapter 2)

Notes: English is not my mother language so forgive for any mistake.

Just to make things clear: 'Italic+bold quotes' are the characters throughs.

Warning: cursing.

...

Chapter one

"OH MY GOD! Y/N IS THAT YOU?" Y/N heard a cheerful voice and saw a pair of horns and pink locks.

"ASHIDO! COME HERE." And in seconds both girls were hugging and giggling.

"So have you met the other girls?" Mina asked pulling away the hug.

"Not really, I just talked a bit with Ochaco and Jirou."

"So let's find the others. I'm sure they'll love you".

Just like that Y/N was introduced to a floating dress called Hagakure, a really pretty girl called Momo and a cute frog girl called Tsuyu.

"I can't believe you and Bakugou are related. You're so nice." Tsuyu said and even being a little mad about someone insulting her brother Y/N let out a chuckle. She knew Katsuki wasn't an easy person.

"So Y/N you don't seem too much younger than us? How old are you?" Ochaco asked with genuine curiosity.

"I am fifteen years old. I am just one year younger than Katsuki."

"Wait so you're starting high school, right?"

"Yes. In fact I applied to U.A. Support course. I should get the results tomorrow." Y/N said with a smile.

"That's so cool Y/N! I am one hundred per cent sure you will pass." Ochaco said smiling. "And if you pass I could aways get my suit adjusted with you. If you're okay with it of course."

"I am, really. Actually I am the one who developed the mechanism of the Grenades Gloves in Katsuki's suit." Y/N said with a proud voice.

"Those grenades are the best part of Katsuki suit. You seem really smart and talented, Y/N." A male voice emmerged and Y/N ruby eyes met again with heterochromatic ones.

"Thanks Todoroki-Kun. Katsuki came with the original idea. I just helped him put it into practice." 'WHY AM I TRYING TO EXPLAIN MYSELF TO HIM? OH FUCK.'

"uh... Y/N?" Turning around you saw Kirishima with his sharky smile. 'Cute'

"Oh hey Kiri. What's up?"

"Remember that Crimson Riot rare shirt that I told you about? Wanna see it?"

'What the fuck is talking' Y/N frowned a bit. 'Oh. I get it now.' The girl glanced around the backyard and found her brother in one of the tables with a scowl in his face deeply focused in the UNO game he was playing with other boys. 'I think we have time'.

"Sure Kiri, I would love to"

All the girls were chatting with each other not really paying attention about the conversation but the half n' half boy didn't lose a single word and couldn't allow himself to stop thing about the meaning of the strange invitation. 'Why am I bothered anyway?'

...

As soon as the door Eijirou pulled Y/N close to his body and let his right hand travel through Y/N's back while the other hand cupped the girl's cheek. Y/N felt Eijirou’s hot breath near her face. Her heart was pounding fast and she could feel her face getting warmer.

“I missed you.” Eijirou smiled and Y/N couldn't take it anymore. The girl sealed her lips into Kirishima's and melted in his embrace.

A few months ago...

It all started after Katsuki being kidnapped by the League of Villains. At first Eijirou was just a friend who gave her emotional support while she recovered of the trauma of almost losing her brother. But then the two realize everything they had in common: Favorite heros, movies, songs and suddenly they were texting non stopping everyday. Y/N also learned about the boy's insecurities and did her best to help him. And in one of his game evenings in Y/N's home it just happened. Her parents weren't home and Katsuki had left the house to buy some snacks. Eijirou and Y/N were talking in the living room about the new edition of the comic about Kamui Woods and suddenly their faces were drawn to each other resulting in a passionate kiss.

The situation repeated a few times when the two found themselves alone: Talking. Kissing. Awkward moment when both didn't knew what to do or what to say. Y/N making a sloppy excuse to leave the place.

Y/N felt weird. She didn't had any romantic feelings for Eijirou but he was one of her closest friends. He was also Katsuki’s best friends and without a doubt her brother would be mad if he found out about what happened in his absence. But still, the girl enjoyed the moments shared with the Red hero and even made the first move to initiate the kisses a couple times. She definitely didn't want to stop whatever they had.

Y/N was at her school in the last class of the day not paying much attention to whatever the teacher was saying. She had a lot in her mind and couldn’t wait to go home. Still thinking about UA, Eijirou, and the changes she could make in her brother suits and other heros, Y/N felt something vibrate in her bag. Discreetly grabbing her phone the girl saw a text message from Eijirou.

Eijirou:

Hey Y/N, you're probably in school right now so please forgive me. But there’s a few thing I wanted to discuss with you… Could you meet me at Dagobah beach park in two hours?

Y/N:

Not problem at all, Eiji. I wanted talk to you too but I have no idea where is this park :( the only Dagobah I know is where Yoda trained Luke lol

Eijirou:

It’s the one that used to be a trash spot but got mysteriously cleaned.

Y/N:

Oh, I know where it is. See you later. :)

…

Y/N saw Eijirou sitting in the sand looking peacefully to the sea. Standing behind him, the girl positioned her hands in the boy's eyes.

“Y/N? Is that you?” He told and smiled.

“Hey sharkboy.” She said taking her hands off his eyes hugging him from behind. Eijirou scanned the girls features and felt his face getting warmer with the approximation.

“So… what you wanted to discuss?”

“Well… I am feeling a little bit confused. You know… About us. And I think the manliest thing to do about it is talking to you.” Y/N just nod to the boy. “To be honest, I think you're amazing. You're beautiful, smart, cool and mainly” The girl smiled in response. “The thing is I really enjoyed the times we kissed but came to the conclusion that I don't have romantic expectations about us. I want to be your friend.” He told you like he was apologising.

“Kiri. It's fine. I think we’re in the same page here. I don't have romantic feelings for you either. I just like being with you and I appreciate our friendship.” His features seemed to relax.

“But I am sorry. I feel like what I did was kinda wrong and unmainly. I shouldn't have kissed you.”

“I disagree. I don't know if you remember but I started a few times.” Y/N said with a grin and Eijirou laughed. “In fact I wouldn't mind if we did it again.”

…

Currently

“Kids c'mon. Lunch is ready.” Eijirou’s mother said. She was a little bit mad about her son inviting almost twenty teenagers to her house but she enjoyed the energy. Quickly all of them positioned the tables of the backyard making just a big one. “I hope you all like soba.”

At the sound of the word soba Y/N felt wonderful. “Soba is my favorite meal! Arigato gozaimasu Mrs. Akaisame.” Y/N said followed by all the others thanking Kirishima's mom.

“Soba is my favorite too.” Todoroki said. The boy was sitting in front of Y/N and between Bakugou and Hagakure. “That's cool. Making soba was the first thing I asked my mother to teach me.”

“I see...One of my favorite childhood memories is my mom making soba. I guess that’s why I like it so much.” Todoroki said and Y/N saw a hint of sorrow in his face. She smiled softly.

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a-damson-in-distress · 5 years

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Havoc - Chapter 2

Pairing: SasuSaku

Plot: Sasuke knew people were still afraid of the club and especially of its Sergeant at Arms – and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He had been untouchable then and still was now. Indeed, there was nothing and no one in this world that Sasuke Uchiha feared. Except Sakura fucking Haruno. Biker AU.

Note: So hi everybody, I’m also continuing my SasuSaku fanfic after it’s been pronounced dead by my year-long absence *coughs awkwardly* sorry about that. Anyway, I really hope you like the new chapter. I’ve got a few great ideas for this story and depending on your responses, I might just try and finish it. So please let me know if you liked it and if you want me to continue it. My main story is still going to be From Dusk Till Dawn (MadaSaku, check it out if you’re into that pairing too), so Havoc will remain a side project for now, unless you convince me otherwise ;) Enjoy!

PS: If you want to read the first chapter, or maybe read it again, because it’s been ages since this story has been posted and you probably forgot what’s going on, you’re going to have to scroll through my blog to get to it. Unfortunately, I can’t post a link to it here, because this way this chapter doesn’t show up under any of the tags. So I had to take out the link to even make this post visible to you guys. Really sorry about that, if anybody knows how to bypass this shit (because it happened to my FDTD chapter, too), I’d be happy if you could help me. :)

Sasuke watched her deliciously bend over the pool table, left hand steadying the cue and right arm drawn back to aim for the white ball. He had to supress a groan threatening to escape his throat at the sight of her tight black jeans stretching over her ass.

God have mercy on him, that woman was still a fine piece of machinery.

He knew he wasn’t the only bastard here ogling the President’s daughter, but at least he had the decency to be subtle about it. Letting his gaze roam around the dimly-lit and packed room of his favourite biker bar, he noticed with a growing rage the many dirty looks and even dirtier gestures thrown her way. Moose’s was not only frequented by the Havoc, but by bikers from other MCs from the region as well. Bikers, who didn’t know about the Havoc’s well-guarded secret in the form of a very enticing, very off-limits pink-haired bombshell. Bikers, who weren’t familiar with the feeling of Sasuke’s foot up their asses – something he was gleefully looking forward to doing should those fuckers not stop drooling like some teenage boys who discovered their dicks for the first time.

Taking a sip of his beer in a feeble attempt to calm his nerves, he watched Sakura throw her head back in laughter at something funny Ino said. As she was rising from her bent-over position, her tiny tank top rose as well, exposing her taut bare midriff. She had borrowed one of her friend’s Black Sabbath tops, because she didn’t want to stick out with her fancy white cashmere turtleneck sweater in a run-down biker bar where one half is clad in dark leather and the other half is basically not clad at all. He would have laughed at the image she was presenting – a delicate, graceful princess in a Black Sabbath shirt – were it not for the fact that he knew Sakura was a die-hard Rock fan.

And by God, she was every bit his dream girl now as she was at seventeen.

Right after she rained down on her dad and him to properly tear the both of them a new one a few hours ago, they convened an emergency church to deal with the clusterfuck one of their latest prospects had dug the club into. As it turned out, the little fucker thought it would be a sneaky idea to hide the small bags of drugs between book pages in Konoha’s smallest, most inconspicuous book shop, tell his customers which books to look out for, and earn some cash on the side that way that nobody would ever have found out about. Were it not for the fact that that tiny little book shop belonged to the President’s daughter, who immediately went and re-introduced the Havoc’s Sergeant at Arms to the soft feeling of her hand slapping the everloving shit out of him.

Despite the fact that the boss tried his best to calm her down and reassure her the club would take care of everything, Sakura stuck around. She made it more than clear that she didn’t trust Sasuke with this matter, especially since she was personally involved. She wanted to make sure there were consequences. So Kakashi invited her to stay for the night and catch up with some old friends before dealing with the poor bastard.

Fast forward a few hours and you had a royally pissed off Sasuke sitting at Moose’s staring daggers into the bikers ogling Sakura’s fine ass. “Bro, you grip that beer bottle any tighter and it’ll burst into a hundred pieces. Pretty sure you don’t want an injured hand for the things you’re gonna do tonight.” Sasuke noticed a shock of blonde hair enter his field of vision and his annoyance immediately went up a notch. “Please, I could beat the crap out of that lil cockroach even when I’m drunk off my ass and with my hands tied behind my back.”

“Probably. But you should still loosen that death grip. Might make some people wonder what makes you so angry,” Naruto cautioned while shooting him a pointed look.

“Drop it,” Sasuke growled threateningly.

Naruto sighed in frustration and leaned back. “Look, man, I know you’ve got history with her and everything, but you gotta stop acting like some brooding love-sick puppy who’s still hung up on his ex-girlfriend if you –“

“She was never my girlfriend.”

“Whatever, dude. My point is, if you really wanna make it up to her, then you’ve gotta stop sulking in the shadows, wondering from afar what could have been. This is your chance, man! She always stays away from the club, but now she’s here, and you have the chance to talk to her and sort that shit out between you two.”

Naruto watched his best friend drop his gaze from the woman in question to the beer bottle in his hand. This had always been Sasuke’s reaction to all things Sakura: silence. Ever since shit had hit the fan between the two seven years ago, the raven-haired biker refused to talk about the brief time he spent with her. The few times they had seen each other in between, there was nothing but reserved silence and awkward glances.

Naruto sometimes couldn’t believe how utterly dumb his best friend was. Sasuke was incredibly fearless and one of the meanest motherfuckers he had ever met. But when it came to Sakura, his guilty conscience left him a pathetic heap of surly misery. It was sad to watch, really.

“Look, Sasuke… I have no fucking clue what exactly went down between you two, but it’s been eating at you for seven fucking years. Whenever you see her, you become this… this sad little… blob of… I don’t know man, sadness I guess and –“

“You sure have a way with words.”

“It’s just so pathetic, bro. I mean, I can clearly see your eyes tearing up, your nose is getting all red and snotty and –“

“Is that supposed to cheer me up now?”

“Ugh, it’s nasty. And when you start crying, you make all these miserable little noises and –“

“Naruto.”

“You know, snot everywhere.“

“That’s enough.”

“Just… disgusting, really.”

Naruto mentally patted himself on the shoulder when he saw the tiniest hint of a smirk on Sasuke’s otherwise sullen face. Pleased with his execution of a manly encouragement that consisted of straight-up insulting his best friend in order to cheer him up, he leaned forward again, so only Sasuke could hear him.

“Jokes aside, man, I know this shit between you two has been weighin’ on ya. And you think you’re doing the both of you a favour by staying away from her, but you’re not, because it’s obvious that she’s got as much unfinished business with you as you’ve got with her. Otherwise she wouldn’t hold a grudge. You gotta clear the air at some point, because she’s fucking family and you don’t ignore family. So you might as well do it now.”

Naruto took a hold of his beer bottle and moved out of the booth. Before turning to the bar, he slapped his right hand on his best friend’s left shoulder. “But you know, that’s just my two cents. What do I know about love and relationships? I’ve only been happily married for five years now.”

Sasuke just grunted in response and lifted his bottle to his lips to take another sip. He let his eyes find Sakura again and mulled over what Naruto said. He might have been right about a few things. He was definitely right about them finally needing to stop dancing around each other and sit down and have a proper heart-to-heart.

But there was one thing Naruto was without a doubt wrong about: there was absolutely nothing about his clusterfuck of a relationship with Sakura that had anything to do with love.

Instead, it had everything to do with the fact that he had smashed her heart to smithereens on the night of her eighteenth birthday and effectively shut the door on any romance they might have had a shot at, sealing it with a hundred padlocks and nailing it down with wooden boards for good measure.

“He’s been staring at you all night.”

Sakura couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the blonde. She moved around the pool table to determine the angle of her next shot, when she heard Ino’s voice right next to her ear.

“Come on, you know he still has the hots for you, right?”

“Bullshit he still has the hots for me!”

“Aha!” Sakura found herself at the other end of Ino’s accusing finger pointed directly at her face. “I knew that would get your attention. You like thinking Sasuke’s still into you, don’t you?” Sakura resisted the urge to swipe off Ino’s perfectly made eyebrows that were wiggling so hard they were threatening to shoot out of her face.

“Don’t be ridiculous, that has got nothing to do with it. I just find it absurd that the big, bad, cold-hearted Sasuke Uchiha would still think about something that happened seven fucking years ago.”

Ino cocked her head to the side and looked at Sakura with a knowing smile. “But you still think about it.”

Sakura’s shoulders slumped as she exhaled in annoyance. “I’m not talking about it, alright?”

“Look, forehead, I know what he did was terrible, but I also know Sasuke and I know that he’s actually a pretty good guy beneath all that brooding Batman bullshit. I genuinely think that he regrets what he did back then. I mean, he did try to confront you about it several times, but you were the one who shut him down. Why don’t you just let him say what he has to say, let him apologise, and then move on. You might pretend like you’re over that whole thing, but I know what you really want is some closure.”

Sakura sighed in frustration and blew a hair out of her face. She was just about to throw some witty remark back at Ino, when she noticed several bikers move through the crowd at Moose’s. The Havocs were leaving, which was her cue to do the same.

She felt Ino’s hands grab her shoulders and turn Sakura towards her. “Just think about it, alright? You’ll be here for the whole weekend, so this would be the perfect opportunity to finally get this shit over with, which I know is what you actually wanna do instead of ogle his rock-hard abs when you think I’m not looking. Yeah, don’t roll your eyes at me, missy, don’t think I don’t notice these things. Now you go and have fun tonight. But don’t rough him up too bad.”

With a secretive wink, Ino headed for the bar, leaving Sakura alone at the pool table. Just as she was about to turn around and head for the exit herself, she was met with the sight of a seriously pissed off Sasuke who fixed his determined gaze on her.

She watched the muscles in his upper arm flex enticingly as he raised his right hand to his lips to take the cigarette out of his mouth. The smoke was floating out of his inviting lips as they moved to form words that barely reached her sex-starved brain. All Sakura heard was his rumbling growl.

“It’s time.”

The cold air outside of Moose’s did little to clear Sasuke’s head. He was still on the fence about if and how he should approach Sakura. But he’d have to postpone wracking his brain, because the Havocs were gearing up to take care of that lil dipshit who dared to cross the President’s daughter.

“Where’s daddy?”

He whipped his head around to see Sakura trailing right behind him, zipping up that tiny little leather jacket he couldn’t believe still fit her curves.

“Waiting for us at the warehouse.”

The rumbling of his brothers’ Harleys enveloped them as Sasuke watched some of them leave Moose’s lot. He headed for his V-Rod Muscle and grabbed his jet-black helmet with the name of his bike – War Hog – spray painted on the back in silver and scarlet letters. He was just about to put it on when he felt a presence behind him and turned around, only to be met with the sight of a very annoyed Sakura looking up at him expectantly.

“You ridin’ with me?”

His eyes noted the rise of her perfectly sculpted eyebrow before she spoke, “You got a problem with that?”

There it was again, that feeling of unease that spread in his stomach whenever she pinned him with that scrutinising gaze of hers. “No, just figured you’d rather ride with Naruto. Or anybody else, for that matter.”

“Well the others are already gone, and Naruto said he needed the extra space to secure his bag of torture instruments or whatever.”

Sasuke immediately knew that was bullshit, there was no bag on the back of Naruto’s bike. The Havocs weren’t going to torture the poor bastard. It was just going to be a little slap on the wrist, really.

“Alright, you’re riding with me. Here, put this on,” he grumbled while handing her his helmet and reaching for his spare one.

Sakura looked at the round object in her hands as if it just sprouted a head and started talking to her. At the sight of her disgusted look, Sasuke let out an exasperated sigh. “What, woman?”

“You’re giving me the helmet that has the word hog spray painted on it in big fat letters? Real tactful, Sasuke.”

He couldn’t supress the smirk that was dangling on the edge of his lips. “I can recall a few even naughtier words I used to call you.” His smirk widened when he saw a faint blush taint her cheeks. Sakura scoffed and rolled her eyes in an overly dramatic fashion. “Oh yeah, now that I think about it, I remember you doing that eye rolling thing a lot, too. Only they usually rolled into the back of your head whenever I –“

“Okay, thank you, that’s enough. I’m putting on the helmet now, I can’t hear you.”

A triumphant grin graced his features at the sight of his dream girl wearing his helmet.

“Good girl.”

Sasuke ignored the look Sakura was shooting him, put on his spare helmet while straddling his bike and waited for Sakura to do the same. When he felt her soft curves press against his back and her arms circle around his waist, he let War Hog roar to life.

He turned his head slightly, so she could hear him better over the rumbling of his engine and asked, “You ready?”

She nodded in confirmation. “Hit the road, Sergeant.”

Sasuke took her left hand into his own, pulled her arm tighter around his torso, and gave her a little squeeze. “You hold on tight, sweetheart.”

He could still hear her scoff behind him. “I was practically raised on a bike, I’ll be fine. This is no big deal.”

Lowering the visor on both their helmets, Sasuke took off and left Moose’s parking lot. The cool breeze around him and the low rumbling beneath him he felt whenever he rode his bike always had a calming influence on his often raging mind. This time, it was different though. This time, he had Sakura pressed against his back again for the first time in seven years.

And even though she might have claimed riding with him was no big deal, her tight grip on his waist and the way she leaned her head against his shoulders told him a different story.

#naruto #naruto fanfiction #sasusaku #sasusaku fanfic #sakusasu #Sakura Haruno #Sasuke Uchiha #sakura uchiha #sakura haruno fanfic #sasuke uchiha fanfic

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bedbellyandbeyond · 5 years

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Laundry Day

(Story Post)

Nathan had really started to appreciate the weekends again. With work all week and having numerous appointments throughout as well, Nathan felt like he just couldn't keep up. With the twins on his bladder, he could barely stay still for an hour, and every little task he'd taken for granted he now felt like he had to muster extra energy to do. All he wanted was to sleep in and have his feet rubbed but there was always something to do. When Saturday came around, he let himself sleep in a tiny bit, but then he was up and getting to his errands. Taking a shower was a whole new thing now. His body felt completely different every single day and his stomach had grown so much that he'd lost sight of himself in the lower region. He washed himself as best he could but frankly he felt like admitting himself to a retirement home just for the sponge baths. Since he was on a wolfless weekend though, he at least had the luxury of using his own bathroom at home. While he appreciated APID having little en-suite bathrooms, they were quite small and not very homely. What he did prefer at APID though was the lack of stairs. Hobbling up and down his grandmother's staircase was so taxing now with his extra weight. He had to plan for every trip, think about what he was bringing up or down with, whether he needed the bathroom or not, whether he needed to bring food or water with him. When he started doing laundry, he cursed the house for having the washer and dryer all the way downstairs in the kitchen.

While he was carrying his laundry bag down the stairs, and struggling at it, his doorbell rang. He groaned and just finished his hobbling before dropping the bag and making his way to the door. He had a feeling it was just solicitors so he didn't bother calling out that he was coming and instead used a window to peek at his visitor. To his surprise, there was a big black umbrella blocking his view, despite it being a very bright day outside. “Who in the world...” He opened the door to find Nari standing there in sunglasses and gloves with the umbrella over him. He turned to look up at Nathan and smiled. “Hello.” “Uh, hey. What are doing here?” Nathan asked. “Well, since our first conversation, I intended to speak with you about your lycanthropy, but I've been quite busy with school,” Nari said. “Now I figure I can help you a little.” “Oh.” Nathan looked around. “How did you get my address?” “From Dax,” Nari stated. “Oh… Okay.” Nathan opened the door more and walked back towards his clothes. “I was just doing laundry... But I have time if you'd like to help.” Nari just stood there as if waiting for something. Nathan grabbed his laundry bag and hoisted it over his shoulder, looking back at Nari curiously. “Are you coming in?” Nari frowned. “You have to invite me.” “The door's wide open,” Nathan said. “Invite me in properly!” Nari demanded. “I'm a vampire!” “Oh. That's a thing?” Nathan scratched his neck. “Please, come in?” Nari heaved a sigh and crossed the threshold. He closed the door then his umbrella and placed it in the corner. “I hate asking to be invited. Don't make me do it again.” “Jeez. I'm sorry. I didn’t know,” Nathan said. “Not to mention, you could have called ahead to say you're coming.” Nari just shrugged. “So, you're pregnant, right?” Nathan sighed and side eyed Nari. “Would you feel bad if I said no?” “Not really,” Nari said. “It wouldn't be my fault you gained weight.” “Yes, I'm pregnant,” Nathan groaned before carrying his bag into the kitchen. “Don't you think you shouldn't be exerting yourself like that in that condition?” Nari asked, as he took off his sunglasses and removed his gloves. “I need clean clothes,” Nathan stated, dropping the bag on the kitchen floor. Instead of bending over, he decided to sit completely on the floor to start sorting his colours. Nari huffed. “You should be having someone else do that for you.” “You're the only other person here,” Nathan said. “Would you like to do my laundry?” “I suppose I can help...” Nari said going over and helping him sort. “But I suppose if I'm going to be touching your underwear, we should consider each other friends.” Nathan let out a small chuckle. “I guess.” “Good, because Mr. Cassidy is so long to say,” Nari stated. “I've always preferred Nathan,” Nathan said. “You just refused to say it.” “We're co-workers and it isn't very professional to use each other's given names unless we’re closer than that,” Nari said. “If you say so,” Nathan said. “I don't really think it's a big deal.” “Young people are like that...” Nari said. “You say that like you're a senior,” Nathan said. “I was born in 1893.” “Holy shit!” Nathan dropped the pants he was checking the pockets of and looked at Nari, searching his face for any evidence of age. “You're older than my grandma! But you look younger than me!” Nari didn’t look amused. “Yes.” “Okay, okay. So wait,” Nathan said. “Were you there when Dr. King was shot?” “Why would I be there? I'm Korean!” Nari scoffed. “I didn’t come over here until the 90s. No stupid questions like that.” “You're over a hundred years old!” Nathan exclaimed. “You've lived through two turns of the century!” “These are obvious observations. Please stop.” “Both World Wars. What was that like?” “Listen,” Nari said, becoming irate. “I don't talk about that past. I'm am Nari. Nari didn’t go through that. Nari is a millennial.” Nathan scratched the back of his neck. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to touch a sore spot.” Nari was just quiet and kept sorting Nathan's colours. He scrunched his nose after a while. “Where is the father anyway? Why isn't he doing your laundry?” Nathan could've only hoped this wouldn't come up. “He's not in the picture.” “Why not?” “He's dead.” “Oh...” Nari paused for a moment. “I'm sorry...” “It's fine...” Nathan said. “He's better off that way...” “Did you kill him?” Nari asked. “No! What the hell?” Nathan exclaimed. “Sorry, you made it sound like you wanted him to be dead,” Nari said. “No! I mean, I hated him but I didn’t want him dead,” Nathan explained. “He was a piece of shit.” “Then why did you have sex with him?” Nathan grit his teeth. “I wasn't in control...” “Ah. Drunk sex.” “No. I was the wolf.” “Oh...” Nari thought for a moment. “So he liked...animals?” “He was also transformed.” “Another werewolf?” “Bear.” “Oh.” Nathan continued sorting through his clothes. “I'm always a little lost as to how to sort my colours... I usually just put a lot of greens, greys, browns and oranges together in one pile... How do you sort yours?” “...I don't really wear a lot of different colours...” Nari said. “Just... Black, white, grey, and red.” “Is that a vampire thing?” Nathan asked. “The whole...monochrome funeral aesthetic?” Nari shook his head. “That's a European vampire thing.” “But you're doing it.” “I'm not. I just like those colours,” Nari said. Nathan looked at Nari and how he dressed that day. He was in black skinny jeans with a white belt and a sweater in gradient from white to grey. His hair was clearly died red and it appeared he was wearing a little bit of eyeliner. Nathan snapped his fingers. “I got it. You're going for the K-Pop look.” Nari would’ve blushed if he had any good blood in his cheeks. “I am not!” “Which is your favourite? BTS?” “K-Pop is a toxic industry selling the youth of their performers,” Nari huffed. “I'd never idolise that behaviour.” “Uh huh... I personally like Blackpink.” “Blackpink is good...” Nathan chuckled as he emptied another pair of pants. To his surprise, there actually was something in the pockets, other than a couple cents and lint. It was the NATE letter. “What's that?” Nari asked, observing Nathan holding it like it was radioactive. “...A letter,” Nathan said, rubbing his fingers over it. “From the father.” “You haven't opened it yet?” “No...” Nari shrugged. “Open it.” “I was saving it.” “Either open it or throw it out,” Nari said. “No good ever came from an unopened letter.” Nathan looked at Nari and decided to take his one hundred year old wisdom. “Okay...” He broke the seal with his thumb and took out the awaiting letter inside. Nari straightened his back as he watched and waited for Nathan to read through the letter in his head. He could tell he was a little confused by the contents. “So, what's it about?” “...It's a map,” Nathan said. “Mostly...” “A map?” Nari asked. Nathan paused, unsure as to whether or not to trust Nari. The beginning of the letter was very clear about not sharing the contents with APID, but if this was truly important, Kent would have never left it in the hands of APID. Not to mention Nari was just a teacher at APID E. He wasn't likely one of the people Kent feared. “Can I trust you?” Nathan asked. Nari blinked. “Of course. I have secrets from the 1920s that I've kept all this time.” “...” Nathan looked down at the page. “It's a handwritten map... Do you want to go for a walk with me?” Nari blinked. He looked out the window and then to his watch. “...Sure. Just, hold on.” He pulled out a tube of sunscreen and started applying it very generously to his skin. “So that's actually a thing?” Nathan asked, folding up the letter again. “The sun burns you?” “Yes. Frankly, it's the worst part of being a vampire,” Nari stated, rubbing a lot of sunscreen into his neck. “It's not like... ‘AH! SUNLIGHT! POOF!’, but it hurts...” Nathan nodded slowly. He pocketed the letter and got up to go put proper pants on and get a jacket. “You said you came to help me. With what was that supposed to be? “Oh. Werewolf history I suppose,” Nari said as he pulled his gloves back on. “There's a reason werewolves and vampires are always at odds in human narratives despite being extraordinarily different entities.” “What's that?” “Well, first you need to understand where vampires came from,” Nari said. “Their power is believed to have been passed down by an ancient being. Early vampires were extremely strong with a multitude of abilities but as newer and newer people are being turned, they've lost many abilities.” “What abilities?” Nathan asked. “Well to name a few, there's transformation, flight, turning others, reproduction...” Nari shrugged. “Many new vampires have only the negative side effects of being a vampire. Burning in the sun, needing iron supplements, cold skin, pale features...” “But you have immortality, right?” Nathan asked. “I wouldn't call that an ability so much as a curse,” Nari said. “Okay... But vampires are immortal, right?” Nathan said. “So wouldn't all the ones with those abilities still be here?” “Well vampires can't age so they can't die of natural causes,” Nari explained. “But they can be killed. And this comes to my point. Vampires and werewolves and other beings alike have been hunted by humans throughout history, with an intent to eradicate them. When werewolves started to appear, vampires took pity on them and used to aid them with their transformations and keeping them hidden. Werewolves were clearly weaker in abilities but stronger in pure strength, and proved useful when fighting off hunters. However, in Victorian Europe, there was a call to exterminate all vampires once and for all. To save themselves from similar slaughter, many werewolves gave up their vampire comrades locations. 90% of the vampire population in Europe was wiped out within a decade because of the betrayal of the werewolves.” “...Oh...” Nathan rubbed the back of his neck. “Then why do you want to be my friend?” Nari shrugged. “I'm not European. I kind of hate vampires anyway. And all that was a long time ago. Why should I be worried about you?” “You shouldn't. At least, not betrayal-wise,” Nathan said. “I'm still...well, dangerous.” Nari rolled his eyes. “You're not dangerous. If you were, you wouldn't have your job.” He picked up his umbrella from the corner. “Where are we going, anyway?” Nathan bit his lip and pulled out the letter again. “Into the woods.”

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From Snow to Roses: The Mine part 1

“how!? how can this be?” Blake demanded of Weiss getting into her face, grabbing her by the collar, and swinging her arm behind her to capture the scene around them.

“It’s not her fault Blake. You know that.” Yang replied solemnly from the side and Blake let go of Weiss collapsing on the ground.

“I do but... but this isn’t supposed to happen. We fought a war to stop this it was supposed to be over. I knew Atlas was one of the worst offenders in terms of how faunas were treated but this, this is out right slavery it’s illegal, it’s immoral, its’s… it’s not supposed to still be happening!” she cried.

Team RWBY had stumbled upon the dust mine mostly by accident. They had been passing through a tiny town, little more then an inn at a cross roads and a couple of houses, on their way back from a mission. When they stopped at the inn however it looked like a hurricane had blown through the place. When they asked the inn keeper about the mess, he told them about a band of ruffians who had arrived the night before. They had marched into the inn kicked out the locals, drank heavily and done all the damage RWBY saw then the next morning they left without paying a cent. Team RWBY wasn’t totally sure what to expected when they agreed to try and catch the offenders. The events didn’t match up with a typical bandit raid. Few bandit tribes would jave stopped at the inn most would have barged into every one of the buildings in the small town and taken everything small enough to carry. Besides, the number of ruffians the inn keeper reported would have made for a very small band of bandits. It was possible they were part of a larger group which had decided the small town wasn’t worth the whole tribes’ time, but a few decided to go cause some havoc, and have a good time while they were at it, since the band was passing through the area anyway. Or maybe it was just a bunch of armed jackasses traveling from one town to another who figured they could get away with something and no one would know. Those seemed like the most likely options and the team had agreed they had time to figure out which it was and put a stop to them. What none of them had expected was for the trail they found just outside of town to lead them to a dust mine being run by slave labor. There had actually been very little fighting. Whatever this was had clearly relied on the fact no one seemed to know it was happening for protection. The few dozen guards/overseers present had been woefully poor fighters clearly used to keeping their malnourished and abused prisoners in check and not fighting well-armed and trained huntsmen. They were spread out in small pockets all across the mine and not one of them had been watching their perimeter. Team RWBY had moved through them with ease directing the captives to a central location until they had made sure they had dealt with all of the perpetrators of this atrocity. Now with the mine cleared team RWBY found themselves in what appeared to be a sort of control center for the mine as they tried to deal with their discovery.

“We don’t really know what this is yet.” Yang said walking to Blakes side and trying to comfort her. Blake shot her a glare in reply “Ok I’ll admit whatever it is it’s pretty damn bad but this is, was a relatively small operation and I can’t imagine it’s been going on long they didn’t have anyone watching the outside of the mine and these people are clearly very unhappy it’s a grim attack waiting to happen, I’m glad we got here before it did because that would have been ugly and not just for the bastards who did this either” Yang had a point there Blake had to admit it didn’t really make the situation any better but she was probably right about the grim “Actually, for all we know at this point it might not really have anything to do with the faunas at all, not directly any way” now that Blake didn’t agree with

“What do you mean it doesn’t have to do with the faunas?! The only humans I saw out there were the ones with the weapons!” Blake shot back furiously

“I know, and I won’t be surprised if there isn’t a single human among the people, we saved in fact I will be surprised if there’s more then one or two” Yang answered placatingly “but think about it Blake you said it yourself faunas aren’t treated equally in Atlas so who do you think would be the easiest to make disappear for something like this. I’m not trying to say it isn’t horrible or wrong or even that this isn’t related to the problems the faunas face but this might not be someone trying to bring back faunas slave labor this might just be some upstart group of bandits who stumbled upon a forgotten mine and thought they’d force some locals to work it for them.”

“No.” Weiss answered she hadn’t moved since before Blake grabbed her, she had been frozen by shock but now she moved quickly to a nearby filling cabinet and began angrily riffling through it as she continued speaking. “That” she said pointing at the small crate none of the rest of the team had realized she had been starring at while in her shocked state “is an SDC dust crate. Normally they have the Schnee family, my family, crest on the front but I recognize the design. Due mostly to aggressive campaigning by my father the dust mining industry has remained remarkably unregulated as a result there isn’t any sort of standardized procedure for storing or transporting dust from dust mines. The SDC uses a fairly robust standard crate as the scale of the company means they have to produce a large number of the containers anyway and retailers are willing to pay extra for the “premium safety measures” of the SDC. The reality however is the SDC crates don’t have any special safety designs in fact the only design that went into them is cosmetic they are meant to look different from anything else because almost every non-SDC dust mine is a small locally owned enterprise which just uses any type of cheap container it can get its hands on. Additionally, the SDC crates are very carefully controlled they are produced directly by the SDC and not sold to anyone else. It’s possible these were stolen but then they should still have the crest on it, every crate has them it’s part of the brand recognition.”

“Wait” Ruby said scratching her head “I don’t get it why is them not having the snowflake important”

“because it means they were made by the SDC specifically for this purpose.” Weiss answered

“ummm what?” Ruby answered totally confused

“the only reason to remove the crest is so my father can deny they came from him. If they stole these containers, why take the time to remove all the crests it doesn’t make any sense. At best it’s a waste of time and resources at worst it actually makes selling them harder on the other hand if my father gave them these crates and they are sending the dust they mine to the SDC all he has to do is slap the crests back on and they’d be indistinguishable from hundreds of others from perfectly legitimate mines but if we take these to the authority he’ll claim that since they don’t have the crest they are clearly knock-offs made by some competitor and that all it proves is that the Schnee crate design is superior.”

“but that isn’t what happened?” Ruby asked she had never realized how complicated this business stuff could be she always figured it was all just pulling stuff out of the ground and then selling it

Weiss managed not to roll her eyes at her younger partner reminding herself she had been raised learning to “play the great game” as her father called it and Ruby had not. “No. Like I said there’s no reason for any of the SDC’s competitors to do so the only thing “superior” about these crates is there unique look. All replicating them would do is waste a competitors resources in fact while it’s hard to tell for sure because of the propaganda machine my father has set up I’ve heard a few rumors suggesting the handful of competitors large enough to have dedicated crate production are using a design which is both safer and easier to handle then the SDC crate.”

Ruby just stared back at Weiss still trying to put everything she said together, and Yang chimed in “I don’t know Weiss, Ruby’s probably being a little dense right now, but this sounds pretty complicated even to me I mean it’s a lot to base on a few little crates.”

“It’s not based on a few little crates” Weiss replied “it’s based on years of watching my father operate, an intense familiarity with the SDC and it’s products and a few little crates. But you’re right my father, his lawyers and the small media empire he either directly or indirectly owns will dismiss the crates in a single news cycle which is why I’m looking through these files.”

“you think you can find proof the SDC owns this mine?” Blake asked almost hopeful after all that would do immeasurable damage to an organization, she had effectively been at war with for most of her life.

“No. In fact I’m sure it doesn’t.” Weiss answered “Actually, I’ll be shocked if there’s any paper evidence to suggest this mine has any kind of business relationship with the SDC at all. Yang was right this place was relying on secrecy for protection. If there was any paper trail from the SDC to it some one would have found this place and what they were doing eventually.”

“so what are you looking for?” Yang asked

“training manuals. It won’t prove anything but the SDC has a lot of proprietary technology. One of the biggest difficulties with mining dust is removing the dirt and rock in the way without setting off the dust. One of the many things which has helped maintain the SDC’s dominance is investing heavily in technology to do this effectively. The equipment is heavily protected, and the training manuals are carefully and intentionally shipped separately from the equipment to make it as difficult as possible for competitors to steal the technology. Both are heavily guarded and it’s very rare for both to be stolen. It’s not impossible and my father will certainly claim that it was all stolen but if we can find manuals and equipment in addition to the crates that will be enough, he won’t be able to just brush it under the rug.”

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beardyallen · 5 years

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Well, that went quickly...

What day is it? I’m starting to lose track of how long I’ve been here...

Well, it’s been a week since my last post, and it seems that a lot must have happened, but honestly I feel like I’ve just been cranking through a bunch of comic books.

But I do know that Friday and Saturday involved a good deal excitement, so I guess we had might as well pick up pretty much where we left off!

Last Friday was Orientation for ICB, which meant getting all of the 35-40 instructors, 10 staff members, and the 6-8 people in charge of this program together in a room to introduce us to...basically what we’d been doing all that week. Also, aside from a couple study-abroad-undergrads and my officemate and me, everyone there had probably already heard the spiel.

It was scheduled from 5p-6p with a buffett afterwards, but a bunch of the Communications people from my floor were going out to eat (again?) afterwards, so I made plans with NR. She wanted to try this Mexican restaurant in what I’ll describe as the “international district” of Beijing. Most everything around us when we got there looked like it belonged in literally every metropolitan area in the world. Every major brand you can imagine had a store. Multiple. Too many...

But the Mexican restaurant we visited is owned and managed by a Mexican expat, apparently. He even stopped by our table to ask how the food was, and let me tell you: that quesadilla was the BOMB!!! And the margarita was pretty good (not as good as MHO’C’s, though!). By the time we finished up dinner, it was kind of late, so we wondered around the shopping center, found a bookstore. You know: the usual.

Fun fact: when a store or restaurant wants to indicate to their patrons that they are getting ready to close, they play smooth jazz and turn the lights down. Like for real. Had their not been windows open to the pavilion outside with it’s hundreds of light displays, I would have been seriously concerned when the lights in the place just went out and Kenny G popped up on the speakers.

We entertained the idea of finding the cinema nearby to see Alita Battle Angel, but during the 15 minutes that we spent wondering around in search of the complex, it seemed to elude us. Plus it was getting close to that time when the subway shuts down, and I wasn’t exactly hankering for a taxi ride this early in my stay....if at all.

The next morning, I got up early to meet back up with NR at the National Museum near the Forbidden City. Now, for the most part, the stairs I get don’t bother me. But I will say, if you’re going to stair at the pasty white guy with a hard-to-describe-its-color-accurately-beard, maybe don’t do it when you’re going 15 mph on a bike, facing in the wrong direction! *sigh.....Some people’s kids...

But what really bothered me, especially at the time, was the father-of-three who straight-up filmed me on his phone from 5 feet away for a solid 6 minutes, three hallways, and two escalators! I get it, I’m funny looking. But I really think I a picture would have done just fine...

One of the things that bothered me the most about that experience was that (a) he had a shit-eating grin plastered on his face, (b) his daughters seemed rather embarrassed, (c) he filmed me with the screen aimed at me so I could watch myself on his phone, (d) there was text on the screen, and (e) it went on for a solid 6 minutes.

In hindsight, I was wearing sunglasses and a hat, in a subway system, in the morning, heading to the center of Beijing. Maybe he thought I was a celebrity? I had spoken to a Communications graduate student the other day who happens to be black, and he told me the story of how a citizen here pull out their phone with a picture of Samuel L. Jackson on it, and gestured to him as it to ask if it were him...even though SLJ is for sure at 70 years old and this kid is no more than 35. And he looks 25. #smh

Anyway, after dealing with whatever the hell that was, I got to visit the museum! They, for whatever reason, were not allowing people to bring their charging blocks into the museum (external battery that you can use to charge your cell phone and other devices on-the-go), but more surprising to me was just how many people carried one with them! At least, it was surprising until I took a moment to think about it. As I’ve mentioned before, basically every payment made in Beijing is through WeChat, which needs internet access, so I guess it shouldn’t be too surprising. You also really can’t navigate through the city with some sort of Maps app; there are just too many bus routes, train routes, terminals and stops to keep logged in your head.

As far as the museum itself goes, the gifts to China from foreign governments exhibit and the Ancient China exhibit themselves took most of the day. Also, no surprise: the gift that took up the most floor space was given by a U.S. President. I also got a refresher in 8th Grade Social Studies. Too many small countries to remember all of them, and that space made me feel somewhat moronic.

The Ancient China exhibit was exceptional, though. They broke up the last, oh...750,000 years of human-ish life in China into 8-10 separate eras, the first few cataloguing the life and evolution of Homo erectus pekinensis into Homo sapien, while the latter eras were segregated dynastically. I’ve never seen the progression of human evolution laid out in such detail! The rock tools became better rock tools, then pottery and paper, stamps, buildings and so much more! There were even ceremonial helmets that would put the Juggernaut to shame!

It was strange, though, to have all of this knowledge just beyond my fingertips both literally and figuratively. The literal sense isn’t too shocking, as I’ve been to a museum before and know not to touch the pieces, but to have placards written in a language that would take years to learn was frustrating. Fortunately, NR has a never-ending supply of patience, and she translated much of the text. She even quizzed me on several of the characters. I’ve worked out how to write “rock” for sure.

After the museum, we wondered over to a nearby mall that, honestly, puts the Mall of America to shame. No joke. This place was huge! It just kept going and going and going! There was a particular alley that has all of the “exotic foods” that you might see on The Amazing Race, which I haven’t tried yet but intend to, but the rest is mostly-outdoor shopping center. Our reason for being there was to find food (we had been in the museum for a bit over 7 hours), and then sit our fine asses down in a movie theater to watch Alita.

We found a restaurant that served food traditionally found where NR grew up. It was exceptional. And the beer just made it better. :P

The movie experience was something else entirely. I’ve gotten used to watching television and movies with subtitles so that, when people decide to talk to me, I can follow along with both bits. Or if people are just talking near me while I’m watching television, I don’t have to rewind the show. That helped a lot; the movie was still spoken in English, but there were Chinese subtitles. I recognized the Chinese character for “1″ frequently enough, but that was about it.

The movie itself was way more than I expected. I shouldn’t be surprised, given that one of the primary characters is played by Christoph Waltz. If you haven’t seen it yet, you should definitely consider it.

Also, additional fun fact: I’m thinking that most (if not all) showings of major motion pictures here are in 3D. *shrug* Side note: we’re going to see Captain Marvel tomorrow and I’M SO FREAKIN’ EXCITED!!!!

After the movie, we wandered back to the subway station and parted ways mid-subway-ride to head home. The next day I spent playing Kingdom Hearts 3 and sipping some beer in the 3rd Floor Lounge. All day. It was blissful.

This workweek has consisted of four main things: teaching responsibilities, a bit of dissertation work, trying out another one of the cafeterias on campus, and reading comic books. Oh, and beer. But that kind of goes without saying, doesn’t it? There’s a convenience store on the other side of the building in front of the Guest House that has cans of beer. You can buy them individual for 3 yuan, or roughly 45 cents. I won’t lie to you: I bought 12 of them and it didn’t cost me more than 6 bucks. And it’s really not bad, and even more convenient than the liquor store I lived by in Denver.

Anyway, as I said, I’m going to see Captain Marvel tomorrow, then to “W-Town” (originally Watertown...so glad they shortened it...) in northern Beijing, which sits at the base of part of the Great Wall. More than 20 people from ICB will be heading up to their on Saturday, so I imagine one of them will take pictures. Probably ML or S. So you’ll have those to look forward to since you know I won’t be taking any!

Oh!!! I almost forgot the biggest thing that happened this week! Actually, it might be the biggest news of my entire stay!!!

I did laundry.

And I washed my slippers. I’m not convinced that they’ve stopped smelling, but I’m holding out hope that I’ve finally figured out how to resolve an issue that I know humanity has been seriously struggling with for decades. I’m on the verge of a breakthrough, people, I swear!

Anyway, time to finish this beer, read a bit more of Scott Lynch’s Republic of Thieves (WE FINALLY FIND OUT ABOUT SABETHA!!!!), and head to bed. Big couple of days ahead...

Sláinte,

BeardyAllen

P.S. I bet you thought I was gonna forget! After class on Wednesday, I worked out how to make a phone call from here to the States to wish my Mom a Happy BIrthday. Caught her at work, and we got to chat for a good long while. It really put a nice cap on my evening, and it seemed it gave her a good start to her day. Anyway, I hope you had a great evening, found something nice at C&B and enjoyed that glass of wine you mentioned! Love you!!

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