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malereader-inserts · 4 years

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All He Needs

Fandom: Haikyuu Pairing: Oikawa Tooru x Male!Reader Summary: Oikawa likes you a lot, he’s just terrible with how he’s gone about it Word Count: 1,193 Request: @boke-saiikai “ Hey! i was wondering if i could request a Tooru Oikawa x cold!crush reader where he is completely smitten by the reader and tries his best to impress him and just constantly flirts with him but the most he ever got was a chuckle than getting ignored, but after a practise match against shiratorizawa he breaks down when he's alone in the locker rooms and the reader finds him and finally breaks down his walls to comfort him and confess. sorry that this is so long! “ A/n: I would love more Hiakyuu requests!

Oikawa has always been a ladies man, he had his own personal fan club in high school.

But, he didn’t want any of the girls in the school, there was one particular boy in his year that he had his eyes set on. It the other guy who had his own fan club going around school. Whilst volleyball was a very popular sport in their school, the football club as just as popular and it was the captain of the football team that everyone had eyes on.

Perhaps it was your mysterious personality, you wouldn’t entertain anyone’s advances and you try to ignore everyone that comes to talk to you unless it was someone on your class or one of your friends. You don’t seem to show much emotion, there was no happiness when you won the game, you didn’t look pleased when you passed your test.

And somehow, that was attractive to many of your peers.

It really intrigued Oikawa, which is why he has started to get your case. He was getting jealous that Iwazumi was in the same class as you, that he was one of the few people you would talk back to, but you gave nothing to Oikawa. He would come up to you with a new pick up line and you would look him dead in the eye before walking away.

It amuses Iwazumi a lot to see his best friend’s face fall flat. But, overtime Oikawa was determined to get something out from you, a smile or a chuckle, even a few words. The best he ever got was a chuckle out of you.

You like the attention from him, you would never say it to his face because you didn’t need his ego inflating. But, you enjoy seeing Oikawa running up to you, waving his hand above his head calling your name, only for you to continue walking as he tries to strike up a conversation.

Oikawa liked you a lot, it was your hard work that you put in when you’re playing sports and that you continued to persist on your natural talent, you didn’t want to be left behind in your team and that you wanted to come on top. He liked that you weren’t giving him attention because only his team and you don’t give him the time of day.

He gets tired of keeping up appearances with people who fawn over him, but with you, you can relate to him. You don’t give much to your fan club that but’s why your fan club loves you so much, but, you get tired of the constant attention and people knowing that you’re going to make it big in the future so many people want pictures and signatures with you, so in the future, they have proof that they went to the same school as you.

“Hey, (L/n)-chan.”

“Oikawa-san,” You greeted and nodded as Oikawa smiles and started to ramble, you give him the occasional nod that you’re listening, “Don’t you have to be somewhere else?”

“Trying to get rid of me so easily?” There was a wink at the end of the sentence as Oikawa smiles cheekily.

You shake your head as you pointed, “No, Iwazumi-san is coming and he looks furious.”

“Ah shit, practice match!” Oikawa slaps his forehead, before waving, “See you around.”

“Maybe,” You replied as you see Iwazumi grab his best friend’s ear and pulling him to the boy’s volleyball changing room.

You chuckled to yourself as you head over to the football changing room, to get ready for practise yourself, after the day was over, you were getting your team jacket on, not bothering to get changed back into uniform. You noticed that you weren’t the only one still out and about on school grounds.

The volleyball changing room had lights on still, you flickered the changing room lights off and locked up as you pulled your bag on you. Going upstairs towards their changing room, you were expecting to hear a lot of voices but was met with soft cries.

You opened the door and was surprised to see who was left behind.

“Oikawa?” You called as he shot up, sniffling away the tears.

“(L/n!)!” He was caught off guard, “Did you wait for me, how cute!”

You looked at him disapprovingly, even with him in tears and upset, he tries to have his fake act up. You sighed as you closed the door behind you as you sat next to him.

“Heard it was a practice match with Shiratorizawa,” You spoke, this is probably the most you’ve talked to Oikawa, “They’re bastards.”

Oikawa managed to chuckle at your bluntness, “Yeah, they are.”

You hummed and nodded, “What’s up? Bad practice?”

“You can say that again, they...” He sighs in frustration, his face in his hands before looking at them, “They are the one school that I just want to beat, I want to get to nationals - that’s all I want to do, especially on my third year.”

“Right-”

“I want to see the look of disappointment in Ushijima’s face when I beat him and finally go to Nationals! As a captain I want to bring my team there, I want to-”

He breaks down crying again, you don’t know how to comfort a person especially one who is crying their eyes out. You lifted your hand over his back before gently placing down, rubbing.

“I believe in you,” You say after a while, Oikawa managed to calm down, “I’ve watched your games and your team believes in you.”

“You’ve watched my games?”

You tilted your head, “Yeah? School support? I’ve seen you at my games too.”

Oikawa blushed when you straight told him that you’ve noticed him ogling at you at your games, the day he finally figured out that he was in love with you was a big long day for Iwazumi because this prick was dramatic and a mess. He would do anything to grab your attention.

“Come on, we can talk whilst we walk home, I’ll buy you something to make you feel better,” You offered as you stood up, handing him his volleyball jacket.

“You will?”

“Well, yeah,” You shrugged, “I like you, Oikawa, I don’t spend money on people I don’t like.”

It seems to make Oikawa beam as you shot up and locked his locker before rushing outside, telling you to hurry up so you and him can walk to the local shop. Also, to hide the giddiness and blush on his face when you admit to him that you like him.

As the two of you walk out of school grounds, with Oikawa bouncing as he talks. You smile to yourself as Oikawa turns to look at you under the street lamp, he stops and admires you. You looked at him with a soft look with a matching smile, your shoulders relaxed.

“What do you want to buy?”

Oikawa doesn’t care if you like him in that way as he does with you. But, all his frustration and upset washed away as long as he has your support. And right now, that’s all he needs.

#oikawa tooru x male reader #oikawa tooru imagine #oikawa tooru #x male reader #haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x male reader

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thran-duils · 3 years

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Lost in Zero Gravity (P.21)

Title: Lost In Zero Gravity (Part Twenty One) Summary: Fem!Reader x Mob Boss!Tony Stark x Mob Boss!Steve Rogers. Reader is a call girl who runs high end parties. She catches the attention of Tony Stark who invites her back to his room with his friend. She might have performed too well because she becomes their new favorite play toy and they don’t like to share. Words: 3,051 Warnings (for the fic in entirety): Smut, prostitution, infidelity, angst, domestic violence, stalking, possessive behavior, drug use

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“What the hell happened?” Rhodey demanded after a few moments of awkward silence after Steve had stormed out.

Happy had closed the door after Steve, also looking at Tony now with expectation for an answer.

“Nothing,” Tony said aggressively, pushing the reactor and the suit began retracting.

“Nothing? You don’t get to cause that uproar here in the facility and then not give any of us an answer—” Rhodey started to argue.

“Who’s in charge here?” Tony interrupted him shortly.

Rhodey shook his head, “Tony, that’s not fair. And you know it.”

“Life isn’t fair,” Tony quipped, walking over to his desk to snatch up his phone. He began texting quickly.

“If something is going on between you two, the rest of the team deserves to know! Especially since you’re pulling the ‘who is in charge’ card. That’s the two of you!” Rhodey said. “You manage a lot of people and factions are not what the operation needs to function properly.” He stepped closer and continued, “It’s her isn’t it? Heard pregnancy test and that’s not hard to deduce why both of you would be concerned about that.”

Tony was scrolling through his phone, not answering Rhodey.

Irked, Rhodey pressed, “I don’t know why the two of you thought sharing was going to work out. You are both hardheaded, sons of—”

“Rhodey, if you’re going to continue nagging at me like an old lady, please just leave. I’m busy,” Tony interjected again, distracted still.

“No! You need to be open!” Rhodey shouted, finally fully catching Tony’s attention. Happy rose his brows in surprise at his boldness. “You two just almost plummeted each other.”

Tony ground his teeth, staring Rhodey down. Exhaling sharply, he finally said, “Fine. Yes. You’re right. Her. And you know, everything was going fine before Steve started having his martial problems. And he started playing fast and loose with Y/N’s safety. He brought her on a mission a couple of days ago – with Bucky and Sam, mind you, so they’re also on my shit list – using her as a pawn and she had no idea what was going on. He left her on a boat with Qian and Perez. Got her caught it the middle of the crossfire, so that was a fun clean up job for me.” That was shock to Rhodey and Happy, both of them caught off guard. “So, yeah, I’m a little fucking piqued, you could say. He’s spiraling because of things at home.” He paused for a beat before sighing, “And he was fucking with her birth control. So, hey, I might be a dad. Again. Even if I didn’t want that.”

Tony all but collapsed into his chair behind his desk, tossing his phone down on the desk. “I don’t know if I should move her. I told him to stay away, and he lured me away and snuck in there and took her. He has a key.”

Rhodey was silent for the first time in the conversation but Happy offered, “It might be for the best.” Tony turned his attention to him and Happy continued, “If you are really worried about it. Removing temptation… sometimes that is the best medicine.”

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“Let’s go,” Steve said shortly, coming into the locker room. He threw open his locker and reached inside for the freshly washed uniform.

“What the hell happened?” Sam demanded, seeing how disheveled Steve was. He was fresh out of the shower after having done an intense work out.

“Nothing. I’m gonna get suited up and start working. Are you going to join?”

“What do you mean ‘nothing’? Your chin is cut up and—”

Steve barked, shutting Sam up, “I said nothing happened, Sam!” He tossed his suit on the bench behind him and began working at the buttons on his three piece to get undressed.

Sam stood up, gripping at the towel around his waist, staring Steve down. He glared as Steve tossed his suit jacket onto the bench and ripped his tie off. Steve noticed his glare and his hands began to falter under the intensity until they slowly fell. His dress shirt was unbuttoned, and his belt undone.

Evenly, Sam asked, “What happened? What is going on?”

Steve sighed heavily, his hands coming to his hips, head hanging. He was quiet for a few moments, breathing deeply. His voice was quiet when he admitted, “Tony and I got into it. Badly. Right in his office. I… he pissed me off and I just saw red. He hit where he shouldn’t have and he did it on purpose to get a rise out of me. And I fell for it. Like a fucking idiot.” He rubbed at his face. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Take a step back.”

“It’s not as easy as that, Sam!”

“I mean from work. Take some time. You don’t need to throw yourself into this just to escape whatever is happening. Take a step back from work and focus on the shit in your personal life.”

Steve chewed on his lip before saying quietly, “You’re right.” He nodded this time and repeated, “You’re right. I… I need…”

Sam cut in, picking up his slack. “You need to do what’s best for you and your wife. That’s what’s important.”

Steve nodded again. Sam was not privy to his relationship with Y/N. All he knew was she was a prostitute that Steve visited sometimes. But he was right on one thing; he did want his relationship better with his wife. And right now, that was something that was going to be easier to control than his relationship with Y/N.

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Sitting at the table, eating lunch, you heard voices outside the hall coming closer and you put your fork down. The front door opened, and Tony walked in, followed by a handful of men. Luna booked it from her cat tower down the hallway towards the bedroom at the crowd. You stared at them confused as Tony was giving them directions about what to pack together. You spotted a few bringing in copious amounts of broken down moving boxes, carrying packing tape.

“Bedroom things first. That’s the most important. She needs somewhere to sleep obviously. The bed is easily broken down. The tools for it… I think are in the top drawer of the nightstand on the far side of the bed by the window. I made sure it would be nearby,” Tony was telling a few of them. He had failed to look or notice you at the table, sitting there bewildered. “I saw the cat run down there, so close the door when you go in. She’ll probably run into the closet if she’s under the bed. I just want her corralled and out of the way of everyone else. Do not – and I repeat, do NOT – let her out! We’ll get her into the cat carrier after everything is packed up. And you all are in charge of making sure that bed is ready to go at the new condo.”

New condo?

He turned towards a few more of them and said, “Start breaking down the living room.” To the last couple, he said, “The bathroom. Be sure to properly label everything.”

Tony finally laid eyes on you and walked over to the kitchen table, pulling out his cell phone. “How are you doing, love?”

“How am I… what is happening?” you inquired.

“You’re moving,” Tony informed you, texting.

The men were already setting to work, and you moved your gaze around the apartment in disbelief. Who were these guys and what in the actual fuck was going on?

“Why?” you asked confused.

“Because. I found somewhere better priced.”

“Where?”

“Carnegie Hill.”

That was his neighborhood. He had told you that before, to your immense surprise, giving away his home location. But he had – as you suspected – started trusting you more in recent months. Why was he moving you closer to his family? And especially in that neighborhood? Cheaper? You were hard pressed to believe that bald-faced lie.

“You found something cheaper there than this?” you asked him, completely disbelieving.

“Yep,” Tony told you curtly, still not looking up from his phone. “A nice condo. Nice dropped living room and dining room. Iron work looks great.” You were staring at him intensely as he clicked away on his phone. He felt the burn of your stare and looked up. “What?”

Exasperated you threw your hands out, “What… Tony! I’m just sitting here eating lunch and all these people are in here now and just packing up my stuff! And you’re telling me I’m moving!”

Tony exhaled sharply, tossing his phone onto the table as he pulled out a chair beside you and sat down. Leaning in close he said, “You’re moving closer to me. It’s easier.”

“Easier?”

“Better,” he offered.

“Why? So I can run into your wife into one of the coffee shops and she can maul my face there?”

Tony’s expression was hard, and you really could not give a shit less. You had already told him how you felt about being in close proximity with her.

“First off, Alessia does not go get her own coffee. She sends people for that, Or she has the maid make it for her in her French press. Hell would freeze over the day she was asked to stand in a line and agree to it,” Tony started out, his tone tight. “And secondly, only I will have a key to the place.”

Reality set in on what he was doing. He was leaving Steve out. Did Steve even know this was going on? The memory of Tony last night telling you that he loved you outright flashed through your mind. He had been furious when he had learned what Steve had done to you. A wedge had been driven between them at your expense.

“So, yes, easier. And better,” Tony clipped, leaning away from you again, keeping his gaze fixated on you for a few more moments before tearing it away. He picked up his phone again and unlocked it. “Finish your lunch. You don’t have to lift a finger for this. They’ve got it covered. All we gotta do is get Luna into a carrier. And that’ll be easy, right?”

You were at a loss for words. What if Steve came looking for you? How angry was he going to be when he realized that you were no longer here? And would he think it was you that had asked Tony to move you? You had so many questions.

Tony picked up your fork and held it out to you. “Eat, love. Just relax. I’ve got it covered.”

Timidly, you reached out and took the fork from him, and he visibly relaxed of the tension in his body. You stuck your fork into your rice and took a bite, watching the men working warily.

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Steve kissed up Cecile’s abdomen, his trail leading between her breasts and up to her lips. She smiled against his lips as he entered her slowly. They rocked together in tandem, coming down together. Steve held her close and whispered in her ear, “Let’s take a few days. You and me. Maine?”

“Seclusion is always nice,” Cecile told him, pecking him on the nose, causing Steve to smile.

“Right on the sea?” Steve questioned, holding her close, cognizant of her swollen abdomen.

Cecile traced his face and said, “You know what I like.”

“That I do,” Steve returned softly. He kissed her deep and relished in feeling like they were truly close again.

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You had just gotten out of the shower to wash the chlorine off of you. One of the perks of the new condo was the pool. You enjoyed doing laps and the hot tub afterward. Sitting in a robe, you picked up the remote and turned on the TV. Choosing a show, you unwrapped the popsicle you had taken out of the fridge.

The familiar sound of the key in the door echoed and you did not bother to move, knowing the only one who would be coming in was Tony. You had been here for a week and had finished rearranging all of your things in the new layout a couple days ago. Thankfully, Luna had adjusted and loved the window beds on the large windows, giving her access to watch out over the street.

He was dressed down – unusual for him. And he looked nervous, and you were on edge immediately just as you had been when he had looked that way sitting in the living room when you had come home from the gym.

“What?” you asked him reluctantly.

He said nothing. He held a bag out to you, and you stared at him for a moment before you opened it, peaking in.

Your stomach dropped, seeing another pregnancy test.

“Why are you making me do this? For real this time?” you asked him seriously.

He licked his lips and sat down stiffly on the opposite end of the couch. He was refusing to look at you, his elbows resting on his thighs, hands clasped. “I… you need to do it.”

“Why?” you pressed.

“Because. You… you might be pregnant.”

Shaking your head, you told him, “I already took a test. Less than two weeks ago!”

“Have you missed a period?”

“I rarely bleed,” you countered.

“That makes it even more important that you take the test then.”

“Why are you so concerned about this?”

Tony exhaled sharply, hanging his head. He was silent for a few moments, the suspension in the room thick. His voice was brittle, “You weren’t protected. For over a month. December and January, respectfully, between the two.”

You gaped at him. Stammering, you asked, “W-what are you talking about?”

He looked resistant to speak but he shook his head, “Steve.”

“Steve, what?” you asked dangerously.

“He told me at the beginning of January that he had been fucking around with your birth control. Giving you placebos.”

You felt like you had been kicked. Your fingers grasped tighter onto the paper back, it crinkling in your hand. The silence in the room was deafening; Tony refusing to look at you made it even worse.

If what he was saying was true, Steve had betrayed you beyond belief. You had thought his actions at the docks were the lowest he could go but apparently, he was determined to prove you wrong. And for what? To lock you down further?

“Why?” you rasped.

Tony shrugged, “I don’t know. Really. He… he’s having problems. At home, with his wife, I mean.”

“And? Getting me pregnant was going to solve that?”

“No,” Tony gave a dry laugh, shaking his head. “No, it wouldn’t have solved it. He’s… he’s not thinking straight. That has been made noticeably clear.”

“You knew?” you asked quietly. And he finally looked at you, shame etched into his features. “When you asked me to take the first test?”

His answer hit you like a ton of bricks. “Yeah, I did.”

“And you didn’t say anything?” you asked breathlessly.

“You… you were negative. And I was just going to let it rest and move on. No purpose of drawing up drama when it didn’t need to be drawn up.”

“I trusted you,” you half gasped, getting up from the couch.

Tony followed your movement, half stumbling around the opposite side of the couch to chase after you as you clutched the bag close to your chest. He quickly dove into excuses, “I mean it when I said I thought it should stay buried. As long as it was okay. To save you from that stress. And I thought Steve could get his head on straight. But then he went and proved me fucking wrong. So wrong. And that’s why I moved you. He doesn’t know where you are. I’m not going to let him around you. Not until he can prove he has himself set straight again. And if that never happens, then you don’t have to see him again!”

He sounded so desperate for you to forgive him, thank him for what he was doing.

Swallowing sharply, you put up a wall. Coldly, you told him, “I have to go do this.” You tapped the bag. “You know… something I didn’t want to have to do. Ever. But here I am forced again by controlling men to do shit against my will.”

Tony looked wounded by that, and you ignored it, turning on your heel, storming down the hallway. You gritted your teeth. You were going to do your damndest to not cry.

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It had been over ten minutes since Y/N had locked the bathroom door before he finally heard something.

Tony was leaning on the wall outside and he heard her stifle a sob. His eyes closed, exhaling deeply. He pushed away from the wall and his hand came to the door handle of the door, but he hesitated. His hand fell from the handle, deciding to give her space, and he walked away back towards the living room, his hand coming up to rub at his face, distressed.

Yes, it was going to be easier having her close by pregnant to watch over, he thought to himself.

Regardless of if it was his or not.

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Daryl or Eric were not in the lobby, causing Steve to frown. Were they upstairs? He got into the elevator, a bad feeling swirling in his gut.

He exited the elevator, holding the envelope to Y/N’s favorite local boutique close to him. He meant to just slide it underneath the door to avoid pissing Tony off even further but to still connect to her. Extend an olive branch and slowly apologize, getting himself back to her good graces.

He stopped though, seeing Terrence or Wylan were not there at the hallway’s end. Worry was beginning to seep in deep at the fact both sets of men were not where they were supposed to be.

Picking up his pace, Steve moved to her apartment door and his heart hammered seeing the keylock on her door instead of a deadbolt. That meant she had moved, and the apartment was empty.

His jaw set, fury burning its way through him.

Tony, that son of a bitch.

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missdawnandherdusk · 4 years

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Pureblood!Slytherin x Draco Dating Headcanons:

Requested by the lovely @ghostlytoadalmondhairdo! Here you go, sweetie!!

As a pureblood, you grew up with Draco (Parties, gatherings, dreadful “playdates”). Everyone expected you to grow up and fall in love and you didn’t like Draco like that he was your best friend

And Merlin you two are dorky looking kids

You two start Hogwarts and you’re both in Slytherin and beaming because you’re with someone you know

okay but can you imagine going to Diagon Alley for the first time and getting wands together and books and everything else and just geeking out while you parents roll their eyes and sigh deeply

Draco has Crabbe and Goyle, and you have Pansy and Daphne and good lord you guys are terrifying to everyone else

You and your posse are a force to be reckoned with just like Draco and his posse but you’re not too keen on being ruthless (cue mean girls, you are the Regina George of Hogwarts)

Instead, you really give in to the tradition of being a proper lady you can hear your grandmother’s words in your head all the time. “Don’t slouch, stand up straight, elbows off the table, shoulders back head up, don’t be so loud, don’t walk so loudly, cross your ankles when you sit, punctuality is everything, that skirt is too short...”

Which leads to a lot of people calling you princess as a taunt because you’re just so posh

And Merlin everyone at this school except for your fellow Slytherins is an imbecile with no class

Even Draco who slips into foolish taunts and you just scoff and roll your eyes, not impressed. His smile falls because he misses you. You guys were once best friends and now it seems you’ve parted ways. So he tries to be a better person keyword: tries he loses all composure around Potter

Now he’s defensive. “I can outspell you any day, princess” He snaps. “Bring it, pretty boy” You draw your wand and he stops because he remembers the day you got the wand and how your eyes were shining and now he really misses you

And you miss him too. A lot. Pansy is constantly complaining that you need to go and talk to him but you were never good with words and you didn’t know if Draco wanted to talk to you.

All of your friends are screaming internally because you two just need to talk to each other is locking them in a closet together an option???

But instead, you taunt him, and he snarks back and now it's a competition and the whole school is frustrated and slightly scared because you and Draco are both very powerful and very mad at each other all the time and you do not want to get caught in the crossfire

“You can cast a Patronus?” “What like it’s hard?” Hello Elle Woods

Suddenly you’re not twelve anymore and neither is he and he looks a lot less dorky now... and have his eyes always been that blue? Have your lips always been the perfect shade of pink?

One day you’re snapping at Draco and it starts to turn into a Duel and everyone is just watching in shock and awe at you two going at each other

Somehow you end up inches away from in, nearly growling at another, and you see a glimpse of the little kid you used to know in his eyes

and then you’re kissing him

a cheer goes up and Pansy yells “F*cking finally!” not that you care, you’re very distracted at the moment

Can you say couple goals? Also like can you imagine the sheer DBE between the three couples of you and Dray, Pansy and Daph, Theo and Blaise?

“Girls” night (that include you, Daph, and Blaise) with records and makeovers and “Blaise it’s not fair how do you get your eyeliner so perfect?” and talking trash about your significant others and telling embarrassing stories

“Guys” night (with Pans, Dray, and Theo) that are full of midnight Quidditch matches/flying and goofing off shenanigans and “Pans you have to tell me where you get your cologne”

Shopping trips together probably in Paris that are always over expensive and full of fashion advice from anyone and everyone. “No, Blaise you cannot wear navy and black, you’ll look like a bruise” “Draco put down the shiny cape” “Daph, we have to wear skirts, not ballgowns,” “Merlin Theo, those shoes with that shirt?” “Pansy you are not shaving your head stop thinking about it,”

Going for dinner at fancy restaurants and having proper tea parties that end up with you all mocking your parents and its hysterical

Fifth-year comes and you can finally drop the uniform though you have to remind Daph that she can’t wear ballgowns everywhere but you’re allowed to wear dresses now hello fifties aesthetic and you and Draco look like you walked out of a catalog for Vouge

Can you imagine the Yule Ball? The utter prestige that your group radiates. You all know how to dance and you and Draco waltz across the floor that has girls jealous and guys wishing they could

But whenever you look at Draco you still see that dorky kid who knocked out his loose tooth with a handheld ornate mirror

The softer moments between the two of you where there aren’t expectations or tradition and you talk under the stars about dreams and wishes

He calls you princess now unironically. He’s still your pretty boy.

Behind every great man is no one. A great man knows a great woman stands next to him and is probably rolling her eyes at him

You and Draco breaking harmless rules that still give you a thrill of rebellion: eating dessert before dinner, breaking curfew, walking barefoot outside, not ironing and folding your socks, not making your beds every morning, buying black nail polish, ruffling his coiffed hair at the end of the day and you see the same shining eyes as the boy you grew up with and stars do you love him

But you’re still posh together: horseback riding, playing the piano together, walking along the Manor grounds on Sunday strolls, hosting dinner parties, going to galas and balls, shmoozing just about everyone in the ministry, taking the dark mark together and having to go through that entire ordeal and realizing that maybe tradition on some things is wrong

Which causes a huge fight between you and Draco because you can’t get behind the Dark Lord anymore and he’s just so scared of anyone getting hurt because he doesn’t want to lose you. But in the end, he’s there with the right choice

The lot of you holding your heads high as you walk the halls of Hogwarts during and after the battle fighting for your true home and where your real family is

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imaginetonyandbucky · 4 years

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The Buy In

Chapter 2: Taking Out the Trash

by @dracusfyre

“So who exactly are these cops hassling?” Bucky asked the next day as he met up with a man called Kenton at a bodega on 6th. “The shops? Dealers?”

“The ladies,” Kenton 'call me KT' said, shoving his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. KT was stocky and short, with an aggressive undercut and stud in his lip, looking more like an emo kid than a mob enforcer. “We don’t have dealers here.”

“Really? None?" When KT nodded, Bucky asked, "How come?”

When KT eyeballed him skeptically, Bucky said, “Look, it’s my first day, alright? I’m not from around here.”

“Everyone knows the boss hates drugs,” KT said, hitting the button for the crosswalk. “Like, hates. A few years ago he tried to run all the dealers out, but they kept coming back like weeds. Too much demand to keep them out for long, you know? So the boss figures, you don’t kill weeds by cutting them down, you kill them at the roots. So he started targeting the users, not the dealers. First, he bought up the local methadone clinic, set up a rehab house nearby, brought in a bunch of fancy docs. Puts the word out that anyone who wants to dry out can stay for free and gets a sweet deal when you get your ninety-day chip.”

Bucky frowned. “I remember that. The mayor cut the ribbon on the facility, right? I thought the city set up that clinic.”

“Ha!” KT said it like that, an actual ha. “The boss let them take credit for it, sure. But it was his idea and his money. Once he got the clinic up and running, he put the word out to all the dealers, making them an offer: sell him all your goods, give him your client list, and you get a new job that pays twice what dealing does.”

“What happens if the dealer doesn’t take the offer?”

“One day they find themselves on a cargo ship to Madagascar,” KT said, matter of fact. “Or Indonesia, or Kamchatka.” Bucky doubted that but kept it to himself; it was way more likely that the dealers got dumped in the river while Stark’s organization sold the drugs at a markup. But it was a good story. “Stoners can stay if they grow their shit locally,” KT continued, “but the party bros looking for bumps gotta get it somewhere else. But God help them if they make trouble, because the boss sure won’t.”

“Huh,” Bucky said, noncommittal. “So what are we doing today? Waiting for the cops to show their faces again?”

“Pretty much. Gonna talk to the ladies, then we’ll hang around and see if the pigs come back and let them know that their behavior is not appreciated.” A few more blocks down, KT knocked on an unassuming red door and led Bucky into a whole new world. He’d known when KT said ladies that he’d meant prostitutes and had braced himself for the worst: bare mattresses on the ground, barred windows, dull eyes and needle tracks. But what Bucky walked into looked more like the Waldorf than any brothel Bucky’d ever seen during his brief tour on Vice. Bucky tried not to stare as he took in the thick carpet and tasteful furnishings around the room, with women scattered around in groups chatting. Along one side of the room was a classy bar with mahogany wood and brass furnishings that had a few customers already despite the fact it was barely 5:30. KT approached the bartender, a petite but statuesque redhead with pinup curls wearing a corset that had, if Bucky’s eyes weren’t deceiving him, knives where the boning would be.

“Evening, Widow,” KT said, and the bartender gave him a grin as she slid a beer to the man across from her.

“Evening, gents,” she said, voice pure Georgia drawl. “So did the Iron Man himself send someone down to check on his chickadees?”

“Iron Man?” Bucky echoed in confusion. “You mean the Mechanic?”

“You must be new,” she said with amusement, and KT nodded. “He’s got lots of names, honey. He likes getting them and giving them. Bet he gave you a name, didn’t he?” she said, crossing her arms and leaning on the bar to give him an appreciative once-over. The pose made her look like she was going to spill out of her corset; didn’t do a thing for Bucky, but behind them the man with the beer walked into the back of a couch. “What does he call you?”

Ridiculously, Bucky felt his ears get hot. “Blue Eyes,” he said. “Probably like Jimmy Blue Eyes, I guess, but I don't know why. My name's not James.”

“It’s cuz of them pretty blue eyes of yours,” Widow said, and she laughed as Bucky felt the flush spread to his neck. “He must have taken a shine to you.”

“We're here about those cops you mentioned,” KT cut in, giving her cleavage a glance of appreciation but staying all business. “Stop teasing the help and give us the rundown.”

Widow gave Bucky another sultry smile and stood up straight. As she picked up a glass and rag and started polishing, the Georgia peach act fell away; her movements going from languorous to brisk. “Like I said to the boss, it was Rumlow and Rollins again,” she said, and Bucky’s eyebrows went up as even the accent disappeared. “They must think they got a pretty strong krishna to keep coming around here. They’ve got some of the new girls rattled. Came in just the other night trying to get a 'law enforcement discount,'" she said with a sneer, "and the only way we got them out of here without violence is Hawkeye got them too drunk to know if they were coming or going.” Widow tilted her head towards a man at the far end of the bar who looked like he was passed out, hat drawn down low over his eyes. “I wouldn’t have asked for backup if they weren’t cops, but.” She shrugged, and Bucky understood. Low level patsani, or even higher level enforcers, could disappear, but not a cop. “They also wanted a cut of what we pay to the Boss and wouldn’t listen when I tried to tell them it didn’t work like that.”

“What do you mean?” Bucky asked. "Doesn't work like what?"

Widow and KT shared a look. “He’s new,” he reminded her, and Widow smiled.

“Around here you don’t pay up, you buy in,” she said. “You’ll see.” She stepped away to take an order before Bucky could ask another question, so he turned back to KT.

“What are we going to do about the cops when they show up?” Bucky asked. Most times dirty cops got away with shaking down illegal businesses for money because it’s not like a bunch of criminals were going to rat them out to Internal Affairs. “Ask politely?”

“I have a few ideas,” KT said, sounding unconcerned. Bucky waited for him to say something else, but he apparently didn’t seem like sharing, so Bucky grunted and turned to scan the lounge.

While they’d been talking, a few more men, johns, Bucky assumed, had trickled in and were in conversation with the women, each of which were giving every indication that the man they were sitting next to was the funniest and most interesting man in the world. Guess that was one appeal of this place, Bucky thought; a man would never strike out here, and they probably spent good money to maintain the illusion that they were getting laid on their own merits. “Are all of the Boss's brothels like this?”

KT looked around like he was seeing the place for the first time. “Yeah,” he said, lifting one shoulder carelessly. “Boss invests in his people.”

Bucky supposed that made sense. Better margins in higher end prostitution. Still, it was strange to feel like he was hanging out in a hotel bar, complete with tipsy-looking couples disappearing into elevators to hook up. It was after 9 when the cops showed, still, stupidly enough, in uniform. Bucky suppressed the urge to curl his lip in disgust; these guys represented everything Bucky hated about his job, full of arrogance and spite and a thinly veiled hunger for violence. They were bullies, pure and simple, and Bucky hoped he would have a chance to punch one in the face. He could get away with it, too, if he told his superiors it was necessary to maintain his cover.

KT saw them the same time Bucky did; as they came closer to the bar, he slid off his barstool and put himself in their path.

“Who are you supposed to be?” The lead one sneered, looking down at KT, who was a good six inches shorter than the officer. “Are you supposed to be protecting these whores? You?” Bucky came up behind him to back him up and read the officer’s badge. Rumlow. He memorized his badge number and that of the second officer, Rollins.

“Welcome back, officers,” KT said with a faint smile. “How can we help you?”

“Last time we asked nicely for our money, and we didn’t get it,” Rumlow said, coming closer so he was looming over KT. “We also asked for some trade, and didn’t get that either. We’re not going to ask nicely again.”

“Let me buy you a drink,” KT said, taking a step backward and gesturing towards the bar. “And let’s have a conversation, yeah?”

“We’re not here for no fucking conversation,” Rumlow spat. “We’re here for our money and a good lay, not necessarily in that order.”

“Fine.” KT’s friendly tone disappeared and his posture changed, going from relaxed and open to a coiled, snakelike tension, ready for violence. Bucky had seen that stance before, in his hand to hand combat training class at the academy. “We’ll cut to the chase.” Widow was watching them intently, a throwing knife already in her hand. Movement out of the corner of his eye proved that the man, Hawkeye, wasn’t as passed out as he appeared to be; Bucky could see light reflecting off the barrel of something, aimed at Rumlow. “For you to be coming in here like this, swinging your dick around, two things gotta be true: you must have protection, some fish big enough that you aren’t afraid of the Mechanic, and that big fish knows you’re here and doesn’t care. If that’s the case, then your boss and my boss are going to have problems. But if either of those things is not true, you are in a world of shit.”

At that, Rollins stole an uneasy glance at Rumlow, who was still trying to stare down KT. It was quick, but it gave the game away – and KT knew it, because suddenly he smiled and relaxed, which made Rumlow scowl harder. “Busted,” he said. “It’s not going to be hard to find out who your protection is, officers. And I don’t think they are going to be happy that you are picking fights with the Mechanic. Am I right?”

“Fuck you,” Rumlow snarled, and swung at KT. But the smaller man was ready, and KT stepped to one side of the swing, then grabbed Rumlow’s wrist and pulled at the same time that he put a hand on the back of his head and shoved, sending the man stumbling. Textbook judo move, to Bucky's eyes. As his partner got his feet under him again, Rollins went for his gun but Bucky already had his hand on it, shoving back down into its holster.

“Let’s keep it a fair fight,” Bucky said in a low voice, and Rollins listened because Bucky’s other hand had a knife slid up under the bottom edge of his bullet proof vest.

“Don’t make this any worse than it already is,” KT was saying, Rumlow’s face bright red with fury. “The Boss will let bygones be bygones if you leave now and don’t come back, but if blood gets shed...” He shook his head.

Rumlow’s face was red and Bucky could tell that he was furious at having been humiliated by someone smaller and lighter than him. Bucky was afraid that he would go for his pistol, but instead he put his hands up like he was in a boxing ring. KT smiled faintly and just made a “come here,” gesture, and that’s when Bucky knew he was trying to piss him off. And it worked; Rumlow lunged, swinging with a tight haymaker that would easily have broken KT’s jaw.

If it had connected, that is. But instead of trying to block, KT dropped to one knee, ducking under the swing, and hit Rumlow in the dick with an elbow as he scooped his leg and stood, throwing Rumlow to the ground where he curled around himself, cursing incoherently with pain.

Bucky whistled long and low, smothering a laugh. KT laid that asshole out in seconds. He released Rollins and said, “You can have your turn now, if you want.”

“That’s assault on an officer,” Rollins snarled, trying to help Rumlow to his feet. “I should haul you down to the station for that.”

“Your buddy clearly started it,” Bucky said. “It’s not like you don’t have witnesses. I’d get out of here before he does anything worse.” Bucky didn’t know if it was the fact that Rumlow still couldn’t stand up straight or the way that everyone was staring at them, but Rollins seemed to know good advice when he heard it, because they did leave, shouting threats the entire way.

“Did you get all that?” KT called out after the door slammed shut behind them, heading back to the bar where the Widow’s knife had disappeared like she’d never drawn it in the first place.

“Every second,” Hawkeye rumbled, sitting up. The barrel that Bucky had seen was a high-end camera lens, not a gun; he’d been videotaping the whole encounter. “Uploading it to YouTube now. That should get them off the streets for a while.”

“That’s how the Boss likes to settle things,” KT said with satisfaction. When he noticed Bucky looking at him with confusion, he said, “Listen here, because this is important: the Boss doesn’t like us to kill people. We don’t do this whole ‘send our guy to the hospital, we send your guy to the morgue’ thing, got it? We send them to the poorhouse. The poor bastard gets so tied up in lawsuits, repossessions, revoked passports, suspended licenses, and investigations that he wishes he were dead. Then the Boss goes after the poor bastard’s boss, and that boss’s boss…mobsters, dons, whatever you want to call them, they don’t mind dying, but they never, ever want to be broke. You start threating their bottom line and they pay attention.”

“Seriously?” Bucky said skeptically. Stark’s file said that he had plenty of blood on his hands.

“Seriously. You might get a pass if you don’t start it, but if it happens again, he cuts you loose, and believe me, it doesn’t take the cops long to track you down. They are hungry for anything they can get on the Boss.”

“You don't say,” Bucky said blandly. "So now what do we do?"

"We're going to stick around until the ladies close up shop, make sure those two don't get any bright ideas to circle back." KT pulled out his phone and started typing in it as he got back on his barstool where the ice in his drink had barely had time to melt. "Hawkeye usually makes sure the clientele behave themselves, so you can have a drink, but don't proposition any of the ladies while you're working."

"Right." What a strange goddamn way to run a criminal enterprise. After a moment, Bucky took a seat beside him and accepted a drink menu from the Widow, whose mouth was curling like she could read Bucky's thoughts.

"You'll get used to it, Blue Eyes," she said. "I got a good feeling about you."

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kashimos-hajime · 5 years

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aphrodite | b.b.

Summary: Bucky’s only in town for the night, and then he meets the woman who steals his heart without a second look back. Unfortunately for you, the small town girl, Bucky’s more than your heart can take.

WARNINGS: CUTE ASS FLUFF! for once, Bucky’s a little shit, unsafe motorcycle riding, pls ride with a helmet, and mentions of sex but like it ain’t that explicit, also sad ending but perhaps a pt 2? Pairing: badboy!Bucky x fem!waitress!Reader Word Count: 6.2k A/N: So I was inspired by Shawn and Camilla’s new song (Señorita) and the music video so I decided it was time to get saucy. Also, I say DEDICATE FICS TO WRITERS YOU LOVE RIGHTS. Therefore, this is dedicated to @jurassicbarnes bc i love her Masterlist

“That’ll be all for you?” you ask, scribbling down the last order of milkshake and fries for a family of three. Tapping your pen on your notepad, you put on a smile and slide the two items into your apron pocket, scooping up the menus. “Great. Thank you.”

“Thank you, Y/N,” the man responds, and you let the grip on your pen slack.

“No problem, and if you need anything,” you stress the word, “please give me a call?”

“We will,” the woman assures and your eyes flicker over to her. Your lips press together in a warm smile because they don’t want your pity. Instead, you look out the windows and note the rain thundering outside the little bistro. “Hot summer rains, huh.”

“Yeah. It’s gonna be a wet summer this year.”

“More fun for the little one,” you tell them as you wave at the tiny boy sitting in the woman’s lap. They chuckle before you leave them alone. Your eyes linger on the rain. You want to run out and let it fall all over you, soaking you to the skin, but you still have to work. Remembering that, you head for the kitchen and rip off the new order, hooking it on the line for Wanda.

“We’ve got a new order. Family of three with a little boy,” you tell her, leaning over the counter. Business is slow in your tiny town of yours, and everyone knows everyone. “It’s Ben and May Parker,” you clarify when Wanda arches a brow at you while she works. She’s great at micro-managing and you watch in amazement as she juggles the deep fryer, stove, and oven all at once, “with Peter.” You can see Wanda’s movements slow as the information sinks in. The two of you share a look and you just stare back until Wanda remembers she can’t let anything burn.

“I’ll make something special for them,” the woman decides and you shake your head with a smile. “I know what May will say, but tell her it’s from me.”

“She’ll know,” you promise, straightening up again. You still have an hour left in your shift, so you might as well make it your best one yet. Fixing your apron, you tuck a slip of hair behind your ear and glance around. No one needs your attention, but you do spot dirty plates, so you head over to collect them before heading back to scrub them up. Less work for Wanda means you guys can close up shop early. Slipping your name tag into your apron pocket lest it fall down the drain and you lose it forever — it’s happened before — you dunk the dirty dishes into the half of the sink full of soapy water.

You begin to run the tap just as the bell above the door rings up front. Sighing, you head out to see a lone figure heading to one of the booths, dripping all over your floor from the rain and your lips twist into a small scowl. Slipping hazard.

Still, it’s not their fault it’s raining in the summer. It’s just the weather around here. So you head on over there, your friendly smile coming up on your face on its own accord. You grab a menu on the way, and think happy thoughts.

“Hi. Do you want me to get you started on anything to drink?” you ask as standard but you find your words come out thick when the figure turns to look at you. Through drenched brunet strands of hair that stick to his cheeks and jaw, blue eyes pierce into your soul and you swallow, not knowing what else to do besides that and blink repeatedly, absorbing this gorgeous guy in front of you.

As you said, tiny town where everyone knows everyone and you certainly don’t know this guy.

He seems to have a lost for words, too, or maybe he’s just wondering what the hell is wrong with you. But one thing you know for sure, he recovers first. He tears his gaze away and you notice he’s wearing leather gloves which he pulls off to reveal those hands and you try not to stare as he tosses them onto the table before extending a hand up. He has a cute smile and you stare at him dumbly, not understanding.

“I, uh, I need the menu, doll,” he says and you snap out of it.

“Right! Right. Sorry,” you stammer, giving him the menu you’d been hugging to your chest as soon as you lay eyes on him. Heat pools in your cheeks as you try to get through the gist of the weekly special and that he should tell you when you’re ready to order. He scans the menu, listening to you talk with a slight cock of his head and you try not to focus on the fact that this is really how you’re going to get fired. Embarrassing myself in front of the new hot guy. Figures. His fingers trace over the words and you can’t help staring at the strength you can see in them.

“Just let me know when you’re ready to order,” you manage to get out at last and he looks up at you. There his smile is again, and his blue eyes squint along with it. He rakes a hand through his wet hair, pulling it back and you chuckle nervously. “I can get you a towel or something, if you want.”

“That’d be nice,” he admits, wiping his hand on his pants. Setting down the menu flat on the table, he holds out a hand that’s not rain-wet. “I’m Bucky.”

“Bucky, right.” You slip his hand into his and nearly shiver at how warm he is. His blue eyes pull you in like a hypnotic mist and your breath catches in your throat. “Bucky, okay, uh, right. Just let me know when you’re done with that—” You point at the menu, cringing internally at how you’ve suddenly lost all your communication skills— “and I’ll come take your order.”

“You said that already. Three times, actually.” And then he lets go with that smirk of his and you’re left dazed, blinking.

“Right. Um…” You’re a complete mess, looking down at yourself. You realize you don’t look at all your best, in a day-old uniform with barely any makeup and your hair oily, and compared to him, all black leather and blue eyes, you know this is not the best way to make a first impression. “Towel! I’ll be back, and, uh, just let me know when you’re ready to order.”

Exiting the situation as quick as you can before you can repeat yourself a fourth time, you duck your head to hide your red face as you hear him call after you.

“Thanks, doll!”

You give him his towel, his food, a milkshake and a refill. Then, you refund all favours you’ve ever done for Wanda for her to go and give him the bill while you clean the kitchen. You’re closing up shop now, and the Parkers head out, giving you a wave through the kitchen window. You wave back before pretending to busy yourself, knowing that his eyes are on you.

When Wanda comes back, he gets up and flips the collar of his jacket, tiny droplets of water spraying over as he tries to catch your gaze. Heat is rushing to your head and you turn away, pretending that you aren’t trying to sneak peaks of him out of the corner of your eye.

I need to take inventory, you tell yourself, heading to the back as Wanda deposits the money. Counting the stock of potatoes, you can’t focus and start from one every three seconds as you stare at the tubers.

“Y/N,” Wanda calls softly and you blink, turning to see her at the doorway of the storage closet, “how many potatoes do we have?”

“Uhm.” You turn back to the potatoes, trying to see if you can make a quick count as Wanda walks in, placing a hand on your shoulder. You’re busted.

“The guy out there wanted to know where my beautiful friend went,” she tells you, and you duck your head, that flustered feeling knotting up your chest as you try to stammer out something like you were busy. But it’s Wanda. “He wanted to ask you out on a date, but I told him my beautiful friend is busy tonight.”

“Busy?” you repeat, turning to Wanda who smiles. “Where are we going?”

“Clubbing.”

Bucky drums his fingers on the bar counter, taking a pull of his whiskey. He had needed to stop in the new town to rest before he headed over to Barton’s country-side home for the wedding, but the bistro he’d stopped by prompted an extra few nights stay.

It wasn’t the bistro so much as the waitress who’d served him. Bucky knows how to keep his cool around the ladies, but to say he hadn’t been momentarily stunned by the woman who’d walked up to him would be a fat lie.

Even in the stained waitress outfit, and the messy hair, you had been the most perfect woman he’d ever seen. Beautiful, in all ways, with your kind smile and rolling words. With your gentle hands as you pulled summer rain from his soaked hair with that towel of yours, as you told him the milkshake refill was on the house as a welcoming gift to ‘our small little town. Enjoy your stay.’

He needs to see you again. Learn your name. Tell you he wants you.

Bucky’s never believed in love at first sight, but he does believe in love at first meeting, and damn it if—

Stop. You need to stop thinking about her. He closes his eyes, letting the sound around him melt into a lethargic ocean, the air around him thick on his skin, hugging him like molasses as the music fades out into some new romance song that’s a hit on the radio these days. But he can’t. You’re in his mind like a brand, burning so bright and warm. Your eyes stare back at him in his mind’s eye, as if daring him to stop.

If he can find you again, find the most loveliest woman he’d ever seen to walk this Earth, he will, ‘cause then he’ll have the real thing.

Someone asks for a drink two seats down, and Bucky blinks out of his reverie, taking another sip of whiskey. He sweeps his gaze through the bar, trying to see if anyone’s worth his attention or time. Perhaps he can get his mind off his new infatuation for a few hours. Better than drowning in the little memories he has of his Aphrodite — just a taste, not enough.

His dark eyes flicker from patron to patron, groups of people dancing on the floor as drinks are spilled and food bounces into corners of the bar no one will ever see, left for the rats to feast. It’s a nice place, cozy in a retro way, with a jukebox and neon signs. The club is plunged in red light, and he can barely discern one face from another as the crowd parts in a way he can only claim is destiny.

There you stand beneath the neon lights.

He sets down his glass of whiskey harder than anyone ever intends to when they’re in their right state of mind and just stares, unable to take his eyes off you, the way that fabric wraps around you. The way the sequins of your black dress seem to darken underneath the red light as you speak to your waitress friend from where you stand around a table. You’re holding a mojito, or something, sipping on that straw and then he’s up, wading through the crowd.

People push up against him, whether intentional or not, but he only has eyes on you.

Your hair is pinned away from your face, but the rest spills down your shoulders, brushing over your arms as you turn to your friend. More girls join you, giggling and flushed and smiling, but he only has eyes for you.

Bucky rakes a hand through his hair, making sure he can soak in every inch of you as your friend points at him. He strides on over, an involuntary smirk making its way onto his face as you set down your mojito on the table. Your friends all stare, but he only has eyes for you.

“Bucky,” you say at last and the sound of your voice is a masterpiece, a symphony of colours he’s never seen before and places he wishes he’s been to. “I didn’t expect to see you here!” You shout because the music pumping in Bucky’s veins means it’s in his blood, roaring in his ears. Maybe it’s pounding in your head too. Your friends tell you they’re going to get drinks. You don’t seem to hear. Your eyes are fixed on him.

“Well, I wasn’t planning to be here,” he replies and you blink, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth as you look at him. His tongue darts out to wet his lips and you let out a sigh. It puffs against his cheek and smells like mint and sugar. “I just wanted to get wasted,” he adds, leaning in closer. His fingers reach for your wrist as you shiver, and your eyes flicker shut, eyelashes dusting your cheeks. His lips brush the shell of his ear and he hums playfully along to the music. His fingers coax your wrist into his grip as his other hand lands on your hip. Your eyes open drowsily, like you’re Sleeping Beauty and he’s your prince, and you search his gaze. In the red light, the shadows of your face darken and cause you to look cut from marble, a statue of Greece, beauty made eternal.

Your other hand finds his bicep and he pulls you into him. Your chests collide. You squeeze and he smirks, knowing you’re feeling what is there. Leather and hard muscle and power.

“Then you came to the right place,” you breathe, chin tilting and his head falls to your neck. Your hand on his bicep slides up to his shoulder as he presses a kiss to your neck and you tug, oh so slightly at his jacket like you want to tear it off. He’d let you. So much for a stumbling mess, Bucky muses. Cats come out to play at night. “Bucky, I—” He lifts his head so your gazes meet again, and your lips are trembling, eyes wide with something dark and wild and feral.

“What is it, Aphrodite?” he whispers, tilting his head as his hand holding your wrist slides up your arm slowly, intentionally, and you react in a way he knows you will. You gasp, and his smirk grows. Your hand flies his elbow, stalling him. Curious, his blue eyes meet yours again. “Wanna dance?”

“I—” The noise comes out strangled and you blink, inhaling sharply. When your eyes open again, what is left is who you were earlier that day. The quiet, shy, stammering woman who’d taken his breath away. You shake your head despite what lies within your eyes. “I have to head home. Busy day tomorrow.” In seconds, you gather your clutch and slam a few bills on the table.

“Wait—” Bucky reaches after you but you’re smaller than he is, and you slink into the crowd. You’re a nymph, beautiful and mystical and magical and maybe you aren’t quite real enough to touch. Bucky isn’t sure. He chases after you, pulling through the crowd — people dancing and laughing and drinking — and he thinks maybe. He catches glimpses of the color of your hair, a flash of your eyes, a slip of your dress.

He’s on the wrong side of the bar when he hears the bell above the door chime, and he knows.

You’re gone, and so is his heart.

He returns to his seat at the bar, slams a fifty on the counter and asks for shots instead of whiskey. Maybe then it’ll chase the ghost of you out of his head.

He doesn’t come for you, like you thought he would, and Wanda doesn’t seem to know if he’s gone, too.

It’s three days before you have to accept the fact that he’s gone. Gone to some other town with some other girl. Guys like him have no trouble getting girls.

You didn’t expect you to be grieving the loss of someone you don’t know, but then again, you’ve never felt so drawn to someone before. On your break, you eat a protein bar and take your hair down for your fifteen minutes and head outside for a breather. The other waitress is in today, and although it’s a busy hour at night, you think the lull in business can give you an extra few seconds. The wind leans into your face, smelling of petrichor and summer sugar, and you know summer rain’s gonna come again. That just reminds you of him, so you push that thought out of your head.

You need to head back inside. You’re closing tonight, so you might as well work to finish early. You count money, clean dishes, wipe down the windows and counters early and mop the floors. Wanda cleans up the kitchen and the last patron leaves thirty minutes before closing, meaning you can leave right on the dot. Wanda and Dot, the other waitress, clock out early as you begin taking stock of the last few ingredients for next day. They’ll need to order soon, otherwise there won’t be any more apples left for Peter Parker’s fourth birthday pie.

“I’m heading home. You sure you’re gonna be okay?” Wanda asks, lingering around the entrance to the kitchen and you send her a tired smile. You can’t read her expression that well when you don’t linger on her face but you know her tone of voice. “You know, it’s okay to miss him.”

You laugh to cover the abyss in your heart. “I don’t miss him. I didn’t even know him.” Wanda looks at you with an ounce of skepticism and you roll your eyes. The hollow feeling in your chest is temporary. “Besides, I’ll be a-okay with my apples and tomatoes.” Wanda wears her tentative smile like a shield as if you’ll blow up at her. She uncrosses her arms, looks at you once more. You sigh. You’re exhausted. “Wanda, go home to Vis. I’ll lock up.”

“Alright. Call me,” she says in farewell and the chime of the bell above the door rings, leaving you alone. You finish up taking inventory and begin locking up, turning off the lights and making sure everything’s sealed. Heading out the back door that instantly locks once it’s closed, you pocket the keys and head out, pulling your hair out of its bun. And then you spot the figure sitting on the couch outside and you slow down, turning to look.

Bucky sits up, eyes wide and lips slightly parted and you smile incredulously. He leans forward, almost half way to standing. You pause mid way through adjusting the strap of your bag and then turn around, a silly smile working its way onto your face as he gets up, scrambling after you.

“Wait! Aphrodite, wait.” You cross your arms as he runs in front of you, towering over you as he does and his blue eyes warmer than any summer rain. “I… I don’t even know your name.”

“Why are you here, Bucky?” you ask quietly, and he runs that hand through his hair again. Aphrodite, you realize, warmth gathering in your stomach. A voice tells you, He thinks you’re beautiful. As beautiful as a goddess. Still, you can’t help the hurt in your voice as you add, “I thought you left.”

“I was thinking of what to say. Thought you didn’t wanna see me,” he mumbles and your eyebrows gather together. Before you say anything, though, he continues, “But I came to ask… ask if you wanted to take a ride.”

His motorcycle is parked a few steps off and you turn to look at the black beast, huge and shining and sleek. It’ll roar when you tear down streets. You know it.

“Yes.”

He helps you on before swinging on in front of you. His ass presses against you as he grabs the handlebars. “Don’t hesitate to wrap your arms around me, Aphrodite,” he murmurs and instantly, your arms encircle your waist and you melt against him. Your legs press against his thighs and he kicks off. The motorcycle purrs and vibrates beneath you as you begin speeding down the street and towards the beach.

The wind rips at your hair and face as the world around you becomes a blur. The night is quiet besides the bike, splitting the night apart with its engine and there’s the smell of sea and salt on the wind. You haven’t been to the beach in forever.

You hug Bucky tighter when he pulls a smooth turn down a road that leads out of the town. Bucky feels right beneath your palms, all hard and soft lines, leather, and pure muscle where his thighs are concerned. He checks up on you at a stop light, his cobalt blue gaze drawing you into him until you’re leaning against him, cheek against his back as you two start off again. You can hear his heart above the thunder of the motorcycle, and the wind stings your nose but the smell of him stings more.

He is one of the seven deadly sins, lust on legs, smoke and cedarwood and sweat, and you cling onto him like he’s your saving grace. Your legs tighten and he takes the chance to eye you out of the corner of his eye, turning his head just enough to take a glimpse of you as a Welcome sign for your city comes and goes, a spot in the distance within seconds.

“Focus on the road, Bucky,” you whisper and he listens. You press your lips against the shell of his ear, eyes focusing on the blurring road ahead. The only thing that’s clear is the man you have every inch of yourself pressed again. “And my name is Y/N.” With every word, your lips brush against his ear and you notice the knuckles of his hands blanche remarkably.

“Aphrodite is better,” he tells you through gritted teeth. The muscles in his jaw twitch and oh, how much you want to touch him except if he gets distracted, you both die. Still your hands play with the edges of his jacket, until he scolds you. “Down, girl. I needa focus.”

Alright, baby.” Your words cause a shiver to run down his spine and you feel it as he twists the throttle. Everything is nothing more than colours — the sky, nothing more than a smudge of black ink, the moon, a streak of white. Your arms tighten around his waist. He leans and swerves, boots barely brushing the asphalt and you taste the burn of rubber in your mouth just like how the smell of Bucky bleeds into your nose.

When you reach the beach, your hair is tousled and you’re panting because the rush of riding a motorcycle has you breathless. Your heart hammers in your throat, almost like it’s trying to speed out of your chest and you swallow it down to your chest, the adrenaline pumping into your smile as Bucky kicks the stand and parks the motorcycle on the pavement

Bucky places a hand on your thigh, swinging his leg off and getting up. The weight of his huge hand, heavy and hot, has you breathing even harder. He’s not wearing his gloves and you can feel the heat of him on your bare thigh. The day dress you’d worn to work and wear now has hitched up your legs, and he gently caresses your thigh as he walks around the bike.

His hand drifts over your skin, across your hips, to your other thigh and then his other hand finds your hip. He lifts you off the seat, putting you down with ease and his skin burns you deliciously. The weight of his hands on your hips is like the best kinda belt and you breathe him in, feel his heat. He licks his lips. You find yourself hungry for something that isn’t food.

“Come on. Beach is empty.” He takes you by the hand, dragging you to the open sand. He dumps his jacket in the sand, pulling off his boots and socks, and you stare before letting your bag drop and toeing off your sandals. You walk out, feeling the summer sand warm beneath your toes as sea winds sweep between your legs and arms. Bucky follows after you, taking hold of your hand and you let him lead you into some dance you somehow both know.

You sway in time to invisible music, as he leans down to press his forehead against yours. Your arms loop around his neck, and you wonder if it’s possible to be drunk off someone else’s presence.

You twirl through the sand, the gentle lap of the waves your own choir as you push off of Bucky, arms spread out and your head tilts back, letting sapphire moonlight spill all over your face. A carefree smile splits your face apart and you close your eyes. You could stay here forever.

Then, strong arms scoop you up and your legs wrap around a thick waist. Bucky spins you around, his eyes never leaving yours and you touch his face, the rough of his stubbe prickling at your palm as his hands hoist you up from the bottom of your thighs and ass.

“Bucky?” you mumble, completely lost in the way his eyes shift from navy to cobalt to sky. He stops spinning. His lips are parted, tongue flickering out to wet his lips again and something takes a hold of you. This man chose you. The notion blows your mind.

Your hands flat against his cheeks, you decide that if this is real, you might as well take what you can get. So you kiss him, and he bleeds whiskey and honey and all that is sweet in this world.

There is summer rain.

That’s the first thing Bucky thinks of as he wakes up. The soft sound of rain splattering windows and tiles and walls, along with the warmth in his gut is a welcomed way to start a morning. Feeling the space beside him, he finds it empty and rolls over, glancing at the window. The tequila sunrise glows golden as you force apart the curtains of the hotel room. Bathed in its glory, you look out the window. So, it rains on a sunrise, does it? Bucky might just start liking this town even more than the people in it.

You continue to stare out the window, and Bucky takes the chance admire your form, covered in nothing but a knitted cardigan that reveals everything and not enough. Bucky squints against the glaring sun as it rises, and moans, catching the attention of his Aphrodite. You turn, tugging your cardigan together as if to preserve decency.

“C’mere,” he mumbles, arms spread out, and you chuckle. Long gone is the shy, stammering waitress with the gentle hands. Here you are, in all your glory; his little minx, his seductress, his bewitching witch. He sits up, naked as they day he was born and you sit in his lap, sinking into him with a soft sigh. “My Aphrodite,” he whispers, hoarse from sleep and other reasons. Your lips meet his again, and you tastes like things he can’t name as your eyes slide shut. Your kiss is toxic, just like the night before, and his hands grab at your shoulders from behind, grounding you to him.

He needs this poison more than he needs to breathe.

His mouth opens underneath yours and you groan, taking hold of his face. Hooked on your tongue, his eyes close and he bites at your lip. His hands peel your cardigan off your body, and you fling it off, returning your hands to his neck and jaw, shoulders and back, like magnets. You’re so warm, the sun in his arms, and you fit so perfectly in his hands as your lips glide to his neck.

“Don’t stop, Buck,” you whisper, moan, plead. Bucky tilts your jaw back to him with a crooked finger, bright eyes meeting yours. You are something ferocious and wild and enchanting. Bucky wonders what he wouldn’t do for you. “We stay in here, alright? We never have to leave.” You duck down to his neck again. He bites his lip, raising his head to give you better access as his fingers scratch down your back. Your hands trail down his shoulders and sides, scratching and clawing and you’re biting and touching as he sucks in a long breath, lips finding the plane of your collarbone. You taste like summer rain, sweet cream, and sweat, and he wants to devour you. “You hear me?”

“We don’t leave,” he whispers, and he takes you by the hips, twisting around so he pins you to the bed. The white covers are clouds around your skin, and maybe you really are a goddess. Flushed cheeks, wine-stained lips, you sing the prettiest song for him.

“Bucky,” you sigh, lovely and deeply, the sweetest harp, the most beautiful angel.

“We stay here,” he promises, pressing ragged, messy kisses against your mouth as he speaks, “and I love you every second until I die.” His hips press flush against yours and when his lips find the column of your sweet, silky little throat, he wonders how he’s gonna tell you he has a wedding to get to. He wonders how he’s even gonna manage to leave this hotel room that has your lips and skin and heat and smell.

How is Adonis to leave his Aphrodite?

“You have to go, don’t you?” you ask as you place the strawberry milkshake between the two of you. Bucky sits at the bar, as you get ready for the day to start. The blinds are filtering the sun through the bistro, the doors locked still. The rain has stopped and it smells like fresh pavement out there. You’re here before opening hours, tugging Bucky into the place by your interlaced fingers. On your arm is a poem of numbers and dashes — Bucky’s number — and on the back of his hand is yours.

The strawberry milkshake is topped with whipped cream and a cherry, and there are two straws poking out of the top. He takes a sip. You sigh. Neither of you comment about the bruise under the handkerchief you have tied around your neck or the one blooming on the juncture of your neck and shoulder, just visible when your collar shifts. Or the marks on the thighs where his lips had undressed you the night before. And that morning. And twenty minutes ago.

“Y/N,” he begins but you merely smile sadly, knowingly. He sighs, pushing the milkshake towards you. You take a sip. It’s not the sweetest thing you’ve tasted today. Bucky’s lips can give anyone a toothache. His blue eyes hooded, he grabs your hand on the counter, leans over the counter, and kisses your swollen lips.

Your hands wrench in his hair, tugging him towards you as he merely cups your face, kissing you sweeter than you want. You want rough, you want something harder. You want him to hurt you so it’s easier to let him go.

“I have a wedding to get to,” he whispers and it sounds a lot like farewell. You want him to ask you to come. You want him to even think about it.

“Bucky…” you begin, unable to finish. He smiles, a whole tragedy in the twist of his lips and the burning in his eyes. His hands slide down your neck, your shoulders, lingering little touches you’ll never have again.

Because your life is here, and his life is somewhere far from your tiny little bistro.

You can’t even pretend you don’t need him.

“It’s so damn hard to leave ya, doll,” he murmurs, fingers playing with yours. You push off the counter, tearing yourself away and he lowers his head. “Y/N, please.” You walk around the counter and he stands, the strawberry milkshake forgotten, and you try to calm the whirling hurricane in your heart. You try to ignore the aching pain, the grief you feel for no goddamn reason.

And then you’re running across the bistro, running for his arms that spread out and you jump into him, legs wrapping around him like he’s the only thing keeping you from drowning. One hand wraps around your waist and the other traces the curve of your thigh as he closes his eyes, hugging you to death.

“You don’t forget me, alright?” you whisper fiercely and Bucky’s hugging you tighter, holding you like he’s gonna lose you.

“Like I could ever forget you, Aphrodite,” he mumbles into your hair and your face nuzzles into his neck, feeling the warmth of him so different than the heat last night. You wonder if he’s gonna take your heart with you when he goes or just half. I hope this meant something to you, Bucky Barnes. “God, doll, if you ever call my name, you know I’m gonna be comin’ for ya.” He sets you back down, but you’re not quite sure your legs touch the ground. Your knees wobble and you hold onto his biceps, taking in his face — memorizing every tiny scar, freckle, blemish of his face, the colour of his eyes, the rosey touch and shade of his lips. You’re nearly chest to chest, and when his hands cup your face, his lips press against yours, tentative. You feel the tears slip down your face when he pulls away.

His thumb brushes away your tears, kisses every single trail, every new tear he’s missed, tells you you look beautiful and kisses your cheek.

It feels a lot like I love you.

This is goodbye. You wrap fingers around his neck, pull him down for a hard kiss of teeth and lips and tongue. He kisses back, the mess of both of you stumbling until you’re against the counter, one arm around your waist his other against the bar and your hands tangle in his hair. You have enough time for one more, you don’t care if it's right here. It might be enough of a reason for him to stay—

But he tears himself away before he can pull apart your blouse and bend you over the countertop. You’re left trying to catch your breath, trying to tell yourself it doesn’t hurt. He mumbles something to himself, and the wretched glare he gives you nearly causes you to crumble. You hold onto the counter, desperate, miserable, liar.

And then he turns to go, and you don’t stop him, too weak to move, too tired to try. You close your eyes, turn your head away and let it drop as you sit on the red leather barstool, swivelling to lean on the counter. Your elbow digs into the wooden counters as your tears burn into your skin. Resting your head against your hand, you pretend not to notice when there’s a long pause between the bell above the door ringing and the door closing again. You pretend you don’t feel him look at you one last time. You pretend your heart is still whole in your chest.

You only burst into tears when you hear his motorcycle fade off into the distance.

Wanda finds you minutes later, sobbing into your arms at the counter, dressed for work, but not ready at all. She calls in Dot to cover your shift, puts away the strawberry milkshake so it doesn’t go to waste, takes you outside to the bench near the back — the very spot Bucky Barnes waited for you — and tells you to stay there until she is on lunch break. You stare at his phone number, inked onto your skin, a stain like a lot of things he’s left on your body, and time seems like something you don’t understand anymore. So you sit where he sat, imagining his motorcycle parked in the lot, his arrogant little smile, his surprise of ‘Didn’t wanna go to the wedding anyway, Aphrodite.’

But he doesn’t come. You know you need to get it together because you have work to do, so you cry, sob over the boy in leather who’s never coming back, until you’re all dried up forever.

It nearly works, and you’ve almost taped yourself up enough to get back to being just another waitress, but then Wanda is on her lunch break. She sits beside you, offers a sandwich, asks you to spill, because you’ve fallen in love with a stranger who’s long gone. And the tears come again.

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Sizzie fic - Wake from the Chaos [oneshot]

Title: Wake from the Chaos Relationship: Lizzie Saltzman/Sebastian Additional Tags: Sebastian's POV, Canon Compliant, Enemies to Lovers Words: 4,452

Summary: Everything changes when Sebastian meets Elizabeth Saltzman. He has a chance at life and love, even if it means sacrificing his freedom. But will he be able to win over Elizabeth after making her think she hallucinated him?

Requested by Anon // Prompt: The one-shot could be about Sebastian pov from the moment he woke up, what he thought about Lizzie, the school and etc.

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Sebastian had never felt a connection quite like this. Elizabeth had called to him like a siren, but he’d been hesitant to heed the call. He’d been asleep for far too long, or something like sleep. A land of dreams, memories, unending agony over the loss of his beloved Cassandra.

But Elizabeth had awoken something in him. He knew not how his body came into contact with blood, only that the blood was rancid and inadequate. And yet, it was just enough for him to wander through this world again like a specter in the night.

He could feel a strong presence, a young lady, with the same fiery, passionate spirit as his great love. It had been impossible to ignore the call. Gazing upon her beauty after so many years of darkness had made him believe for just a minute that heaven could be real.

But no, that wasn’t the place for a man like him. He’d piled up the bodies higher than those on plague wagons. With his feast, he was a plague himself, tearing through whatever tasty piece of flesh crossed his path.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” the gorgeous siren said, and he had to laugh at the irony of it all. She could do nothing to harm him, even if she’d wanted to, and she really had no idea what he was capable of, what he’d done. What he could do. Even in this sad, miserable ghostlike state.

He could still hurt her. If he wanted to.

Sebastian should not have given his name when she asked. For it allowed her the opportunity to give hers, and that was the worst thing she could have done. It made her real, made her more than just a way out of this hellish nightmare. Elizabeth. He couldn’t help but see her as his savior, as beautiful as an angel, with the eyes of a devil. It awakened a desire in him he’d thought long dead.

And now was the moment to ask for her help, to finally be free. He had her exactly where he wanted as they sat by the lake. The question was halfway out of his mouth when Elizabeth noticed a figure holding a strange box in his hands.

Sebastian felt himself blinking away. It was hard to keep that form when Elizabeth was not focused on him.

And when he tried to reach for her again, he found the connection had broken. A familiar sadness settled inside him, a reminder that guys with pasts like his did not get happy endings. It had been foolish to think even for a moment that he might be able to have something with Elizabeth.

But he would not give up on his quest to restore his body. He was done festering in a box. So he found another way, another person he could reach. Not the right person, but it got him into the school. And once in there he found a willing ally, a lonely guy in desperate need of a friend.

Sebastian instructed the poor fool to give him just enough blood to wake his body. And once he could move freely, he arose from his box and bit into that lonely boy’s neck. And drank deep.

If it weren’t for Elizabeth, he would have killed the boy. He did not know the rules of this place. Therefore, he could not risk violating them, for fear he might never see Elizabeth again.

It was many days and many painful memories later before the idiotic vampires who managed to capture him let him see Elizabeth.

Her voice was music to his ears. “No more secrets.”

“That sounds reasonable,” he said sincerely. After all, it did sound reasonable, but he was careful not to word it as a promise. There were still a great many things he didn’t want Elizabeth to know.

She turned to look at him, but she didn’t greet him with the smile he was expecting. Elizabeth thought he was a hallucination, a sign that she was on the verge of another breakdown. He couldn’t blame her. That bumbling turnip had made her think she was imagining him. If it weren’t for Milton, he would have gotten Elizabeth to help revive him. He was certain she would have done it too. She’d played right into his hands like soft clay.

“You can see him?” Elizabeth asked the brunette girl beside her.

Milton stepped beside Sebastian. “Everyone can.”

Elizabeth’s eyes burned. “You two had better explain everything right now.”

“For hundreds of years I was trapped in a mere semblance of existence, a shadow of my former glory,” Sebastian began.

“The Spark Notes version,” Elizabeth said, cutting him off with a sharp glare.

“She means that you should get to the point,” Milton explained.

“Yes, I gathered as much. Just because I have been desiccated in a box for five hundred years does not mean my brain has rotted, you turnip.” Sebastian smacked the back of Milton’s head. “I have excellent deduction skills.”

“Well, your explanation skills are extremely lacking,” Elizabeth said, crossing her arms. “How can everyone see you now? You said you were desiccated.”

“Yes, the sparkling notes of it is that I was desiccated by a witch whom I loved very much. She did it to protect me from the Croatoan. That amulet your friend used to destroy that monster was given to me by her. Elizabeth, you must know that I never intended to hurt you.”

“You seduced me to, what, get me to restore your body?”

“Well, yes,” Sebastian admitted. “That is how it started at least. I felt drawn to you, as you were to me. I was able to reach your mind, to be seen by you, and—”

“You tried to take advantage of my feelings,” Elizabeth accused, fire on her tongue. “You let me think you were a real physical being. I told everyone about you. You didn’t think to mention to me, just once, that I was the only person who could see you? You can be as charming as you want, but I can see through you now, Saruman.”

“Lizzie, just let him speak,” Milton said.

She turned a fierce glare on him. “You’re just as bad as he is. How long have you known he was real? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Milton shrugged. “I didn’t think you’d handle it well.”

“How long, MG?”

“I don’t know. Four or five days. But I wasn’t sure if he was real. I thought I was hallucinating too, you know? And then I didn’t even agree to help him. He tricked Wes into reviving him.”

“You mean Wade?”

“Yeah, him. He’s alive. Don’t worry. He just used him to get enough blood to be revived. But I’m not defending him. What he did was wrong. He shouldn’t have lied to you, Lizzie.”

“And you shouldn’t have either, MG. I just can’t deal with you guys right now.” She grabbed the brunette girl’s arm. “Come on, Josie. Let’s let lying vampires lie.”

They stormed out of the gym.

“Well, that could have gone better,” Sebastian said.

Milton hung his head. “I should never have unchained you. Come on, I let you talk to Lizzie. You promised you’d come with me to the headmaster’s office.”

“Oh, yes, so he can decide whether to kill me or not. Lead the way, Milton, but you should be warned that I am prepared to take you hostage should the need arise.”

Milton rolled his eyes, looking resigned. “Let’s just see what Vardemus has to say.”

…

As it turned out, Vardemus was not in any rush to release Sebastian into the wild. He thought it would be better to punish Sebastian by enrolling him in the school.

Sebastian was very irked by this decision, but it wasn’t like he had anywhere else to go. So what if he had to attend a few dull classes? Besides, the closer he was to Elizabeth, the better chance he had at winning her back. She would be furious for a few days, but he knew how she felt about him. Waiting for Elizabeth would be nothing compared to the five hundred years he’d spent in that blasted box.

The headmaster provided him with a set of school uniforms, and he was allowed to spend a small amount of money at the bargain shop in town. With Milton and Kaleb’s supervision of course. They went at night since Sebastian did not have one of those fancy rings they wore that kept them from burning in the sun. It was remarkable how much technology had advanced in the time he’d been gone. He was fascinated by every aspect of it. All the flashing lights and startling sounds, the winds that blew out of air vents, the steel vessels that people steered through the streets.

But the townspeople he encountered were the worst. They all shot him suspicious glances and held their purses tightly against their chests. Even in ordinary clothes, he appeared as a threat. The human instinct was to avoid danger. Unless, of course, you were Elizabeth Saltzman.

She knocked on his door the morning of October the first with an unexpected gift for him.

“It’s a daylight ring, or it will be once I enchant it. I need you to come with me today.”

Sebastian smiled, thrilled at the invitation. He’d been waiting all week for Elizabeth to come to him, but he hadn’t expected it to happen so soon. “Why I would be delighted to accompany you, Elizabeth.”

She rolled her eyes and pushed past him. “Come on, let’s enchant this damn thing.”

“Will it protect me from the sun permanently?” Sebastian asked, curious.

“Not exactly. I have it in my power to undo the spell at any moment.” Elizabeth smirked, a hint of danger behind those eyes. “So I suggest you behave yourself.”

Elizabeth walked over to the window and pulled back the curtains enough to create a sliver of light across the wooden floorboards. Sebastian was surprised to see it was snowing outside, unusual weather for this time of year. Elizabeth explained that she needed sunlight for the spell to work. She claimed that the sunlight through the snow would be enough. Hopefully she was right.

Sebastian watched her while she worked. Her pale blond hair danced through the soft sunlight as she leaned over the ring she’d placed on the floor. She was kneeling beside it, muttering some incantation in a language Sebastian didn’t care to remember.

Her hair shifted, exposing her neck for a moment, and he remembered with startling clarity the hairstyle she had worn to the sports game. All of it pulled back in a fine braid, her neck completely visible for all to see. So beautiful. He’d always found a long elegant neck to be one of the most attractive features a woman could have. That and her sharp eyes, accentuated by those dark brows. It was enough to make his imagination run wild.

He’d felt an intimacy with her in that moment underground. He had revealed what he was to her, taking a calculated risk, sensing that the danger would draw her in. But she had laughed in his face, relieved rather than afraid. Now that he had seen the school she attended and the kind of vampires she interacted with on a day-to-day basis, he understood her reaction.

“Are you quite sure you know what you’re doing?” he asked her, watching as her brows pinched together. This could be some trick to get him to walk outside. Maybe he underestimated her fury.

“Be quiet. I’m trying to concentrate,” she snapped.

“As you wish.”

“Zip it.” She leveled a harsh glare on him. It sent a pleasant chill down Sebastian’s spine. He could watch Elizabeth glare at him all day. It was part of their dance. She would act like she hated him while repressing the desire she felt, and he would try to get her to admit to her feelings.

Elizabeth picked up the ring. It had a stunning blue stone in it, no doubt the source of its power. “Here, put it on. We’ve got to leave before we get snowed in.”

Sebastian was only too eager to follow her orders. That is, until they got to the door to the outside world. He feared the ring would do nothing to shield him.

Elizabeth grabbed his arm and forced him out into the snow. He waited for his skin to sizzle, for the pain to shoot through him, but all he felt was the cold. He reached out a hand to let the snowflakes fall onto his palm before Elizabeth yanked him to the side of the school.

So Elizabeth wasn’t on a mission of vengeance after all? She really wanted to spend time with him outside of the school. Sebastian couldn’t help but smirk. Today was an excellent chance for him to finally get her to admit she still had feelings for him. He remembered their kiss very well, despite not being in his real body at the time. He’d still felt everything, though her emotions had been amplified. His connection had been to her spirit after all.

Though he could no longer feel her emotions, he was getting particularly good at reading her. Today’s adventure was an invitation to get to know her better, and he quite liked that idea. He followed her towards what she called “their ride.”

The steel vessel she produced looked old and worn. He watched Elizabeth climb into it first and followed her movements, sitting in the seat next to her. It wasn’t so different from a carriage, though there were no horses to drive it. He wondered if it ran on magic. He’d seen some of these in the town when he went shopping with Kaleb and Milton, but he had too much pride to ask them about it.

Elizabeth put a key into the vessel and turned it. The vessel hummed to life. He could feel the whole thing vibrating like a violin string. Elizabeth fiddled with some more knobs and the vessel began moving.

Once they were on their way, Sebastian stared out the window, watching the town pass by. He’d only seen it at night, and he’d never seen it covered in snow. All the children looked so happy, building shapes out of snow and throwing balls of snow at each other. It looked fun. He wished he could join them. A nice game with the children, and then he’d have a lovely conversation with one of the parents about how sweet her kids were, and then he’d compel her to follow him, and he’d get a taste of that sweet motherly love. And by love he meant blood. Damn he was hungry.

The snow melted away as they headed farther down the winding streets. Open fields and trees flew past them. This vessel moved faster than any horse Sebastian had ever ridden, yet compared to his vampire speed running, it was incredibly slow. One of the oddities of being a vampire. Traveling by normal methods always felt like a leisurely stroll.

Elizabeth turned another knob and music poured forth from the vessel. Sebastian nearly jumped out of his seat, and Elizabeth laughed at him, a wicked smirk on her lips.

Sebastian started fiddling with all the buttons, partially because he was curious at what they all would do, but mostly because he wanted to get Elizabeth back for startling him.

“Would you literally stop pushing my buttons?”

“So, she finally speaks, eh? Sorry, but this modern machinery fascinates me.”

Elizabeth grabbed his hand to move it away from the buttons. That brief skin-to-skin contact felt like a blessing.

Sebastian used to opportunity to voice his hunger, but it was clear Elizabeth was not going to let him prey upon a human, even if he had no intention of killing them. He wouldn’t kill anyone around Elizabeth at the very least.

He steered the conversation back to how Elizabeth obviously fancied him, but she did not like that at all. Elizabeth made the vessel screech to a halt, and Sebastian barely caught himself on the dashboard.

“You command this vessel like a drunken pirate,” he complained.

Elizabeth said she’d just seen a deer. Sebastian perked up, his mind already on that sweet blood. Animal blood was not as good as human blood, of course, but he was hungry enough not to care. Besides, it had to be better than the rabbit blood they served at the Salvatore School. That atrocity was barely fit for consumption.

“Is this some kind of test?” Sebastian asked, certain that it was.

Elizabeth assured him it was.

He knew that getting out of the vessel and pursuing the deer would mean failing the test. In fact, he knew there likely was no deer. He had not smelled anything deer-like, but he could sense that Elizabeth needed time to calm down by herself. He stepped out of the vessel, and sure enough she sped away from him.

Sebastian laughed. She really thought she could out-drive a vampire? He could catch up to her in minutes. But first, he did want to settle the rumbling in his stomach.

He turned his head, sniffing the air for any sign of wildlife. There was a farm not too far from here with some cows. Adequate. But he was hoping when he got there, he’d find a farmer to snack on.

…

Sebastian caught up to Elizabeth after darkness had descended. His stomach was satisfied. He’d found a farmer and his wife to sate his hunger. But now he had another kind of hunger, one he hoped Elizabeth could help him fulfill.

He recognized the boy Elizabeth was talking to. It was the one from school who was neither a witch nor a vampire nor a werewolf. A phoenix. He wondered if it was true that he would resurrect from death. Sebastian was too curious not to test the theory. He snapped the boy’s neck with a satisfying crack.

“I say, you people talk entirely too much when action is required,” he told Elizabeth, shaking his head.

She glared at him. “You just killed my friend.”

“Your friend? Really, now? The way you talk about him I figured he was an unwanted puppy. Anyways, he will arise from the ashes in a couple of hours, yes?”

“Don’t you know how to think before you act?”

Sebastian couldn’t help but smile, though he felt a little pained at her words. “I do an excessive amount of thinking, I assure you, Elizabeth Saltzman. Just as I have already considered all the ways to rekindle our romance.” He ran a finger along her arm, a gentle touch, a silent request for permission to touch her more.

Elizabeth stepped out of his reach. “We need to hurry back to the school. Come on, we can load Landon in the truck.”

“Is that really the way to treat your friend?”

“Right now he’s just a sack of dead weight. Besides, we can’t very well put him in the back seat. If we get stopped by a police officer, we’ll be in big trouble.”

“No, we wouldn’t. I could just compel them.”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “I'd rather not have to deal with the police. What are you just standing there for? Pick him up.”

Sebastian grinned. He liked when Elizabeth bossed him around. He picked up the dead phoenix like he weighed nothing and carried him over to the vessel. “You seem to have lost the top of your vessel,” he said, staring at it curiously.

“Ugh, the top folds down. Stop asking questions, you ringwraith. Just put him in the trunk.” Elizabeth fiddled around with the knobs until the trunk opened with a click. Sebastian set the body into the trunk and slammed it shut.

“Don’t phoenixes normally burst into flames when they’re reborn? Shouldn’t we be worried he’ll set the vessel on fire?”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “Maybe you should have thought of that before you killed him. I’m not an idiot.” She held up a glowing box. “I set a timer. We’ll just need to stop when the timer goes off and take him out of the trunk so he can burst into flames and rise from the ashes.”

“This device counts a specified amount of time. Like a candlestick?”

Elizabeth didn’t even bother answering him. She walked over to the vessel and got into the driver’s seat. She turned the key, and the car bobbed up and down, but it didn’t move forward like it did before.

“Is something wrong?” Sebastian asked, leaning his arms on the windowsill of the vessel.

“It’s fine. Sometimes it just takes a little time for it to get moving. I told you, this car is ancient.” She tried again but to no avail. Huffing in frustration, she pulled a metal tool out of the glove compartment and tossed it towards him.

Sebastian barely caught it. “What’s this?”

“I don’t know. An axel or something? Use it to fix the car.”

Sebastian lifted an eyebrow. “You want me to attempt to fix your vessel? Elizabeth, I do not even know how it works. What do you expect me to do?”

“You said you were good at deducting, so deduct.” She motioned to the car.

Sebastian walked around it, studying it for any oddities. He got to the back of the car. “Ah, it seems one of your wheels is less round than the others.”

“A flat tire then. We should have a spare in the back.”

“Next to the dead phoenix. Fantastic. Can you, uh, command the trunk to open?”

Elizabeth huffed. “Whatever.”

The trunk clicked as it popped open. Sebastian reached inside for a rubber wheel, but he found none. However, he could smell that a wheel was in the trunk somewhere. He felt along until he found a groove right under the dead phoenix. “Excuse me, good sir.” He pushed the phoenix out of the way so he could pull open the secret compartment and extract the wheel. He also found a box full of many different tools. He pulled it out in case any of them proved useful.

He slammed the trunk shut, and Elizabeth jumped in the car.

Sebastian smirked to himself. Finally, some proper payback for the music earlier. He set the wheel down next to the car and studied the one still attached to the car. This didn’t make any sense to him. He picked up the axel thing, wondering if he was supposed to hit the wheel with it or something, when he noticed the end fit the outline of the spokes on the wheel.

After that, it was easy enough to figure it out, and by that he meant it was incredibly difficult. He first managed to pull off the hubcap, as Elizabeth called it, but not the wheel itself.

Elizabeth lay down on the front of the car while he worked. He doubted she was sleeping though. She definitely did not trust him enough to lower her guard in his presence.

Most of the tools in the kit proved useless. Finally, he tried to axel again and was able to get the wheel off. He traded it with the new one.

“Well, this settles the matter,” he said at last. “You are a terrible pilot.”

“I didn’t think that being with you could get any more miserable.”

Sebastian tossed the axel onto the ground. He was getting frustrated with Elizabeth. She clearly had feelings for them, but she was much more stubborn about fighting them than he had expected. “You are only angry because your plan to abandon me has failed.”

There was only one thing for it now. Things were moving too slow. He peeled off his shirt, ready to use his muscles to his advantage.

And that did the trick. Elizabeth could not look away from him. Their arguments turned into banter, and suddenly Sebastian knew what he had to do. He had figured out before when he was still without a working body that Elizabeth was drawn to danger. He only needed to remind her just how dangerous he was.

He gripped her throat, and time seemed to slow down as he looked into her eyes, searching for that familiar thrill. “And you are forgetting that I am dangerous.”

“Stop talking.” She moved his hand. “Action is required.”

Those were his words, and he couldn’t be more delighted to hear them thrown back at him. She pulled him into a fierce kiss, and Sebastian felt vindicated in his theory. Elizabeth Saltzman wanted him because he was dangerous, and she was giving him permission to show him just how dangerous he could be.

He didn’t want to hurt her too much, but a little pain might be just what she was craving. He lifted her up so she could wrap her legs around him, and he pushed her into a sitting position on the hood of the car, removing a layer of her clothes while the kissing intensified.

He felt like he’d been starved for hundreds of years as he pressed Elizabeth down onto the hood of the car. She wrapped her legs around him, running her fingers through his hair and tugging. A pleasant shiver ran down Sebastian’s spine. He felt welcome in her embrace.

He tightened his grip around her waist, pulling her closer to him. With his other hand he slipped her shirt over her head. It tangled in her hair, and she giggled, helping him get it over her head. He tossed it aside, and ran a hand down the middle of her chest.

Elizabeth reached behind her and fumbled around, biting her lip, until her bra popped off. She tossed it onto the car seat and propped herself up on her elbows.

Sebastian drank in the sight of her. Beautiful, flawless skin. Her silky hair draped across her chest. Those perfect nipples peeking out through the strands. Her eyes were like a flame drawing him in. Oh, he wanted all of her, but she was almost too precious to touch. He worried that if he went too far, if she didn’t really want this, he’d ruin any chance he had with this angel.

“Are you sure this is okay?” he asked. He felt like a tightly wound coil. If she said yes, he would spring into action, but if she said no, he would need to get far away from her, work out this energy in some other way.

“Yes, I’m sure. Now make me feel alive, Sebastian.”

He smirked. That he could do.

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axther · 4 years

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Hi can I request a matchup?? I’m a 5’0 bi girl (preference for girls but guys are also cool!) i have short, dark hair and big brown eyes, and I never leave the house without trying to dress fashionably. I’m super bubbly and social, sometimes reckless and wild, I’m intellectually smart but a huge dumbass, and can’t help myself from smiling. I’m also depressed and hella self conscious so that’s fun! I like art, writing poetry and short stories, and theatre. Thank you so much!

Hi this took forever I am SO sorry. My ass Do be depressed and slow, and my brain said ‘haha writer juices EMPTY. WHORE’ so this definitely had me stumped

#1 is...Neijre!

Now I’m probably gonna key in on the reckless and wild part here

Because y’all met at a party probably!!

Now we all know that Neijre is popular.

Blunt but popular.

So one day y’all are at someone’s ‘my parent’s aren’t home and I’m pretty sure that if I replace the vodka with water they won’t notice’ party.

It’s going great!!

People are wasted and Lady Gaga is blasting and the friend you came with ran off with a Ketsubutsu student

You’re kind of tipsy

Tipsy enough that you don’t have the cognition to think through decisions

So you’re standing next to this blue-haired cutie who you’re pretty sure you’ve seen before

When someone bursts through the front door, screaming bloody murder about the police

Naturally, they have everyone’s attention when an officer that definitely already called the paddy wagon

So someone from the upstairs balcony hollers ‘scatter!!’ and you grab the hand of the first person you saw

Which was the blue-haired girl!

And she seems surprised but she runs with it (literally)!!

You two go upstairs, almost cornered, before hopping out a window

You two are falling when she uses her quirk and helps your landing

And then y’all make tracks for the fence line.

By the time you two have ditched the house, it’s almost midnight

And you guys are wandering around town

The blue-haired girl’s heels are hanging off of one hand

And the silence is filled with babbling between the two

A gas station is the decided pit stop before you two part ways

And you walk in to get some waters

As you two sit on the curb, watching idiot light cigarettes and try to peel out of the station, she glances over

There’s something magnetic about you

And she can’t quite pin what

But you’re always smiling

And it’s the opposite of getting on her nerves

She wants to see it again and again

She’s staring at her drink, thinking, before you present her with a handful of chicory flowers

She realises that you must have picked them from the side of the road

She’s bright red because, with all of her social expertise, she doesn’t even know your name.

She doesn’t know if you’re into girls, if you’re trying to ask her out, if you’re just being nice…

She takes them, and before y’all know it, you’re both leaning in

And as she takes the flowers from your hands, you two kiss

Someone mumbles from one of the pumps that it’s just turned midnight

Out of nowhere

Your phone goes off

And that’s when you jump out of the kiss, and your face falls into a mix of shame, fear, and sheepishness.

‘Sorry,’ you murmur. ‘This is my friend, she was at the party. I probably have to go. Are you going to be alright?’

Neijre can only mutely nod, still awestruck

You begin to walk away, your friend audibly hollering at you from the other end of the line about bail

You look back every couple steps or so to make sure that Neijre is okay before you turn and walk out of sight

And this begins something for Neijre that makes her hold her hands in her cheeks with a bright red blush

The problem rises the next morning though

When she wakes up in her bed with a headache, she realises that she has no literal idea who you were

So when she goes to class (because real thugs party on weekdays) she’s hugging the chicory flowers to herself

She tells her story to Mirio

Who tells it to Midoriya

Who tells it to Ochako

Who tells it to Aoyama

Who tells it to-yeah, you get the idea

So by lunch, the entire school is talking about Neijre’s Cinderella story, and about her kiss at midnight

And what do you know?

You hear it in your friend group from 1-D that Neijre got into a cop chase with a dashing stranger who she made out with on a bridge before being cruelly dumped

And you’re just like ‘?????’ before asking where to find Neijre.

They answer but don’t put two and two together that maybe you were the dashing stranger

So later that day you go to the road to pick more chicories and add some speedwells in there, before going to hunt down Neijre.

You’re standing at the entrance of school the next morning

And it’s FAR too early for this

But that’s what love does

But anyway

You’re standing there

With the flowers in hand

And you stand there

And stand some more

And you’re standing there for two hours

And you’re contemplating just bailing and finding her another time

When you hear the loudest gasp

You look up

And she’s standing there, hands covering her mouth and her eyes wide

‘N-No way! It’s you!!’

She looks positively elated, and before you can do anything more

She leaps forward and kisses you smack on the lips

Sure people are staring

But she just covers you in kisses, grinning giddily the entire time.

She seriously had doubted that you would appear, ever again

And that midnight would seem like a summer dream

Mirio would have to usher Tamaki with him inside because of how long it takes for you two to part

It becomes the Cinderella story of U.A.

#2 is...Tooru!

Listen

This may be sad/punny

But you make her feel seen

You always make her feel involved

She understands that because of her quirk there is a bit of an obstacle in trying to involve her

So whenever you look over and ask her opinion

She feels really giddy!!

It makes her blush, and for once, she feels grateful for the invisibility; you can’t see her light up like a Christmas tree.

She daydreams about you a lot, and to be honest, it’s always really domestic.

Yes, she may be a cuddle bug, but she wants to go grocery shopping with you and complain about how expensive milk has become

And sometimes her daydreams will evolve into actual scenarios, including arguments.

Every time it shifts, she gets kinda spooked and semi-avoids you for about an hour afterwards

The first time you guys really interacted was at the Sports Festival, during the race

She was lagging a little bit behind because her quirk doesn’t really help

So at one point, she gets tripped up (she has her uniform on, remember!)

And she’s pretty sure that he knee is scraped

But then this sweet little lady stops and notices Tooru holding her knee for a second.

Tooru’s confused when the young woman looks around, before placing a hand over the wound.

Tooru’s about to freak out before realising that the wound is gone, but instead, it’s on your knee now

You give her a thumbs up and carry on, limping a bit now

She can her Present Mic talking about it loudly, but she’s too busy getting back up and running to pay attention

She makes it into the top ten (if I remember right) so after you congratulate her!

With a high five!!

She’s really giggly throughout the entire encounter and tries to subtly ask if you’re single

Note that subtly is not really subtle

So you have an invisible cutie coming for your kneecaps!!

To kiss them better!!

After you two begin to chat more

And she invites you to a lot of the extra 1-A outings!

All the girls are super supportive of it and do their best to make some sort of shoujo situation out of it.

If it rains then conveniently Tooru left her umbrella at the dorms!! Oh no!!

Oh? Ochako has an extra that’s big enough to cover the entire class?

Well then!! You and Tooru have to share

(bakugou also forgot his umbrella, but as much as he complained to everyone else, he didn’t say a word to you and Tooru)

The boys (like Bakugou) are a bit less wing-man-y, but they certainly are rooting for you!

If Tooru wants to know your favourite colour, then chances are, Midoriya’s got it in his brain somewhere.

If she needs help cooking your favourite meal, then Bakugou will bitch and whine while making sure she measures flour properly.

And if she’s going on her first date? You bet your ass that Aoyama will be there, styling her.

So when they see you two kiss for the first time (Tooru wore lipstick to make it easier to aim) everyone went ballistic.

‘Fucking finally!’

‘Go Tooru-chan!!’

‘Congrats, kero.’

#3 is...Todoroki!

Jealous boy

He wants to be popular

He noticed you after the sports festival (of course)

And sees that you’re a little social butterfly.

He wants what you have

You have all these people that flock to you for friendships, and you’re always smiling and goofing off

And yet you have fantastic grades

So with a determined huff, he decides

He’s gonna ask you to coach him in being a young socialite.

So when he approaches you he feels really daunted

You’ve got this crowd of people around you (in his eyes)

And he thinks that you wouldn’t even notice him, probably

However he forgets

He is a half white half red angsty bastard who everyone saw and instantly parted like the red sea for

So all you guys see is him glaring down at you

And you’re like ‘😰 whoop guess this is where i die”

Someone’s asking if they can be in your will when Todoroki starts talking

‘You’re loud. And friendly.’

Everyone’s expecting him to blast you to the moon for being loud

When he goes into a ninety-degree bow

‘Please teach me, sensei.’

Everyone’s like the pic i sent you of Bibble

It’s just AWESTRUCK

And you’re like ‘ohh, you don’t wanna kill me? Dope!’

And that’s where his lessons begin

You start off with telling him that his resting face made him look either constipated or pissed

So he starts working on making sure that people know he has no ill intent

And slowly but surely

People approach him with invitations to parties for he himself to go to, not as a Todoroki, but as Shoto

And he’s absolutely ecstatic

He thanks you endlessly

But naturally this leads to something or the other for him

Because you gave him the chance he needed to be a teenager, for once

And gradually he realises

That’s he’s gotten a crush on you

Now

He’s a bit afraid, because he’s not had any good role models in terms of love

And baby boy doesn’t want to lose your friendship and trust if it doesn’t turn out

He does get jealous

But doesn’t say anything

He just stares

And at one point, after a cute Support student tried panning over their number, you notice todoroki staring at the ground, looking angry

You go up to him

‘Hey, are you okay? You look kinda upset.’

His head snaps up and he’s blinking down at you

And he just feels really conflicted

Because he assumed that it would be better if you just remained as friends for right now

And that the best route would be just to keep you in his heart

But when you look at him like that, he snaps

‘May i talk to you in private?’

‘Sure. Is everything alright?’ You’ve got a nervous smile on your face as he drags you outside

And once out there he just spills his heart out

‘I understand that you and I are friends, and you are one of my closest friends. However, I’ve found myself feeling...different around you. I want to hug you, and ward off anyone that tries talking to you with romantic interest. When I first met you, I was jealous that you were so popular and kind, and that everyone loved you for who you were. But as you showed me more and more about how to be normal, I started getting jealous of everyone else, that they could be-’

And he goes on this speil and the entire time he is this 🤏 close to crying

And he starts talking about his mother and how he’s scared he’s gonna end up the same way if he dates you

You don’t want to cut him off

But he’s going on and on and on pouring out his emotions

So when he takes a second to catch his breath, you pop in

‘I’m glad you’re talking to me, but I like you too. Hopefully, you’ll stop stressing a bit.’

And todoroki short circuits.

He takes a second

Blinks

And then blinks again

Before smothering you in a hug as he lets a tear or two fall onto your shoulder

And you two stand there for definitely longer than you should’ve

Present Mic actually comes looking for you two because classes started again

And from behind Todoroki’s back, you give Present Mic a thumbs up before gesturing to your other hand rubbing his back and then his gently crying

Present Mic gives a big ol grin before turning a corner, waiting for you two to be done

(you’re lucky it was present mic, or else you two would’ve been physically ripped apart)

@deer-skull2319

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weilongfu · 5 years

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Wei watches Dark Blue Kiss Ep 1: Who fucking needs continuity anyway

Okay, for context for my title, it requires you to watch this one scene from Kiss the Series from Ep 14 here. Okay? Have you watched it? Now you know the context for my title.

AND ALSO WHAT THE FUCK.

Within the first two minutes of DBK, we are surrounded by the gang, Sandee, Thada, June, Pete, and Kao. Pete is flipping THE FUCK OUT, and Thada and June are asking what Pete and Kao are to each other? Judging by the fact that they are now wearing the kind of Engineering uniform shirts that we’ve seen on older students, presumably they’ve passed the first year and such that happened in KMA and Kiss the series. (Gentle reminder that KMA was a prequel to Kiss the Series as by the time Kiss happened, PeteKao were already a ‘thing.’) SO WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO THE GANG KNOWING PETEKAO IS A THING?!?!

Also wow, this intro is way too dramatic. I will be skipping for my sanity. But please be advised that it looks like we’re going to deal with three couples in this drama. MorkSun, PeteKao, and one of Sandee’s sisters. I can’t remember her name, but she was the one in Kiss the Series I think. :shrug: Or maybe it’s someone else. IDK.

Then we hit REWIND and start at the proper beginning two months before the drama really kicks in. Good to know the span of DBK is approx 2 months in case someone needs timing for fanfic.

Pete walks around the pool. Ladies swoon. I laugh internally because they’re still selling Pete as this guy everyone wants and I know deep down inside that he’s based on Tay Tawan and that he’s a fucking mess and I can’t buy this bs.

BUT OH MY GOSH KAO IS BEING A TUTOR AND THE NOTES HE GIVES ARE SO ADORABLE WITH LITTLE CHIBI DRAWINGS OF HIM ON THE COVER I WANT TO BE YOUR STUDENT TEACH ME ENGINEERING KAO.

Does anyone else cringe watching Pete send a text, toss his phone to the side next to the pool, and then just... splash water everywhere? Like I know phones are much more waterproof than they used to be but... yikes. Also, wtf? Let your man do his think Pete.

Also, I want that affogatto P’Sun. Give it to meeeeee.... Oh, hi Mork. Nice to see you too I guess? That was a pretty smooth transition from coffee shop scene to bike scene though. I give them credit for that!

And then cute PeteKao segment! Splashy splashy in the pool. Then some bow-chicka-wow-wow in the pool. Again, what kind of galaxy brain did I have to make Pete the constantly horny one in fic before I ever actually knew Pete was the horny one.

Also, interesting that Pete is being hounded by a talent/modeling agency.

Pete again, upset that Kao will not let him spend the night at his house. “You’re again kind to everyone but me.” If only you knew the reason why, Pete! Wait wait wait, cook for three? What happened to Kao’s sister? Did she fall prey to the retcon monster? Also, Kao makes it clear he doesn’t want his mom to know they’re together. Already layering the drama, I see I see... Also clearly Pete has been angling for Kao’s mom to know. Probably hastened by the fact that his dad knows. But based on Kao’s silence and stance, it is a fight they’ve had many times and Pete quickly acquiesces. And yet, Kao is still a lovely boyfriend and leaves Pete cold meds? God, get me a man like him.

Am I allowed to think it’s funny that Sun and Rain are brothers? Because I KNOW this is how some families work. It just IS. But I think it’s hilarious that the older brother is the sun and the younger is the rain.

And then we begin the MorkSun tension. Rain is being all little brothers everywhere and calling out Sun’s bullshit. Gotta say though, I’m liking the new building they’re using for Sun’s cafe. It looks a lot nicer.

Rain, noooo... That’s such a shady way to get a girl’s number. Don’t do that! And Mork! Don’t look impressed either!

And then Pete goes to the agency, a flood of fans run past him to some guy, that I assume, will end up some rival at some point. Judging by the tension that was supposed to be in their eye contact. And then the guy calls Pete a fan and that he should wait outside when he sees him by the sink in the bathroom. They are really trying to make Pete angry so he’ll say yes to shove his success in this guy’s face, huh?

And then Non says it in front of P’Jo, the guy asking Pete to join. And Pete takes the bait. Oh boy...

We return to Rain, attempting to score Manow, the girl who lost her thumb drive. And then Non shows up. Again. They are really trying to make him look like an asshole, huh?

Oh, okay. So this was just so we could see Newwie topless. Thank you, Non! No, we don’t need you to be in this scene, appreciating his body, so we are forced to project our lust through you. We can appreciate his body ourselves just fine. GTFO. Wow, he cannot take a hint. Kao is pretty damn clear he doesn’t want to see him again. Like, go away bro. You’re scaring the cute, sensitive, and caring guys away.

More PeteKao bickering. Can we just go back to Newwie topless? It’s like a drug. Once you see it, you want more. Then they join their friends. June is as funny as ever. Which is to say he’s only funny when Sandee hits him. And suddenly, they still don’t remember that PeteKao are a thing? To be fair, they’re not wearing their Engineering shirts so... maybe Sandee’s pregnancy scare hasn’t happened yet? But Kao is talking about Thada and Sandee being lovey-dovey. So, they are together? This is going to make my head hurt, and not in a good way.

Oh, Kao’s sister is still alive! She’s just away somewhere studying. Thank god she wasn’t eaten by the retcon monster. Also, how does Kao survive with that many sticky notes everywhere. I could not. And then we see that Kao is also troubled by not being honest about his sexuality with his mother. I feel you bro. It’s rough when family brings up that business.

Sun is looking through the accounts and thinking about expanding business hours. Uh oh... And then we find out Sun’s relationship with his dad is not great. “I let you be who you are and act the way you want. I never said anything. Can’t you do this one thing for me?” NOPE NOPE NOPE. SUN DID THE RIGHT THING AND GOT THE FUCK OUT OF THAT. IT’LL BE OKAY SUN. I’LL COME OVER AND START BUYING COFFEE AT YOUR SHOP EVERY DAY. US GAY BOYS HAVE TO STICK TOGETHER AND STICK IT TO THE STRAIGHT MEN TRYING TO DRAG US DOWN.

Pete is... still doing poorly in school? Even with Kao “tutoring” him? Pete, you need to stop getting tutoring in sex ed and actually let Kao tutor you in your actual field of study!

Poor Kao! His students used him for his notes and ditched him. Kao, you sweet sweet thing. I feel you. And then Non is the guy his mom’s boss wants him to tutor? Oh no no no no no. I didn’t think we’d hit the jealousy bit so soon.

“Hello, Tutor Kao. I told you we’d see each other again.” Eeeewwww... and you’re a high school boy? No no no no no. DO NOT. Props to New for making the exactly correct expression of, “I’m so done with your shit, but this is Important, so I’m doing it anyway.”

And I was right. We are jumping right into Pete being mad in the next episode. Mostly because he hates Non’s guts. Which I’m normally fine with, but now that there are Stakes(TM) here for Kao’s mom... Ehh.... Guess we’ll see next ep.

#wei watches #dbk #dark blue kiss #dbk spoilers #spoilers

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dw-writes · 5 years

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Walk Me Home - Diego Hargreeves

HELLO HELLO!! SO THIS IS R E A L L Y LATE!! I actually wrote this for @lpwrites for her birthday back in....February and just never finished it until now. Because of reasons. BUT NOW ITS FINISHED AND NOW CAN BE POSTED!!! I hope that you like this? This, because its a present, is written as Diego x Female!Reader while also including a name, okay? I hope that you guys enjoy it!!!! THANK YOU!!!!

Diego Hargreeves wanted to spend ONE birthday alone, dammit, doing something that kids were supposed to do. He was ten. It was only fair. He’d had to spend nine other birthdays with everyone else, and probably have to spend all the others with everyone once Dad found out he had snuck out of the house, but it would be worth it.

He stared at the donut in front of him and took a deep breath. It would be so worth it.

Agnes gently stuck a small wax candle into the donut, breaking his focus. He glanced up. She smiled. It caused wrinkles to form around her eyes. She looked away from his face as she lit the candle. “Someone said she thought it might be your birthday,” she said. Her eyes looked away from the candle to a booth near the window.

A girl sat alone in a booth, kicking her feet, watching him over her book. She ducked her head when he met her gaze. Diego bristled. “How would she know?” he grumbled. He picked a sprinkle off the birthday cake donut and melted it over the candle flame.

Agnes tilted her head. “Well, you’re one of those academy kids, aren’t you?” she asked. Diego’s head snapped up, his eyes wider than dinner plates. Her face scrunched up in worry. “Little Miss Itsie’s one of those special kiddos, too. Are you okay? Are you not supposed to be here?”

“I can be here!” His voice was louder that he meant it to be. He huffed. His eyes wandered over to the girl again. He picked up the plate carefully and shuffled over to the booth.

You looked up through a mess of curly bangs as the boy you recognized as 00.02 plopped into the seat across from you. He shoved the donut at you. “Miss Agnes said it was your birthday, too,” he grunted.

“Maybe.”

He narrowed his eyes at you, procuring a lighter from the inside of his uniform jacket. “Well, it either is or it isn’t. Which is it?”

You puffed your cheeks at him. “It’s my birthday.”

He puffed his cheeks back at you. “I was gonna be nice, and share this donut with you, but if you’re gonna be a brat, maybe I wont!”

You dropped your book onto the table, losing your spot as you glared at him. “I’m not being a brat! You’re being a brat!”

“I was just trying to be nice!”

“So was I!”

“Okay, okay, children!” Agnes shook her head as she set another plate – complete with another donut and another candle – in front of you both. She lit the second candle. “There. Is everyone happy now?”

Diego’s cheeks puffed out more. You puffed your own to mimic him. Together, the both of you pulled a plate of birthday donut towards yourselves. You closed your eyes, made a wish, and blew out the candle. You could hear him blow his out, too. When you looked up, he was picking the donut apart.

“What’s your name, anyway?” he grumped, shoving a piece of the frosted donut into his mouth.

You set the candle aside and picked up the whole thing. “Itza.”

He looked up as you took a bite out of the thing. “I’m Diego.” He waited until you were done chewing to ask his next question, “So, what’s your power?”

You paused. “Power?”

“Well yeah. If today’s your birthday, you gotta have a power.”

Your mouth screwed up in a pout. “You guys weren’t the only ones born today, you know.”

Diego stabbed the candle into his donut with a huff. “So? I knew that…”

You straightened up. “I don’t have a power because I’m normal.”

“I’m normal!” Diego protested. You opened your mouth to protest. “No, I’m normal! I’m not with my siblings, I’m normal.” He stabbed his donut again and again, his voice lowering. “I’m not a Hargreeves, I’m not special. I’m just Diego and I’m normal.”

You plucked the candle out of his hand as he reared it back, ready to destroy the donut. “Okay, Just Diego.” His head snapped up to glare at you. You smiled. “Happy Birthday.”

The bell above the door chimed when you and Diego finished the donut. A nice looking lady, with a pretty dress and curled hair, stood next to the booth. Diego introduced her as Mom. You smiled at her. She lead him away.

It was a pretty good birthday.

It became tradition, actually: Diego would sneak out after all the “festivities” had ended, would meet you outside the donut shop, and you guys would do something together. As you got older, the celebrations got nicer: movies, dinner, a play, a fighting match. It all depended on what was happening in the city at the time.

One year, you both celebrated Diego making his way into the police academy. He introduced you to Eudora, his then girlfriend, who you had heard about during your almost everyday talks with Diego throughout the year. You told him about how you thought of leaving the city for college.

The next, you both drank as he tried to forget being kicked out.

The year after, he told you about how he had been a vigilante, saving people through the city, using his power to help people like he did when he was younger. You asked about Eudora. He ordered a shot and said nothing. He asked about school. You just shrugged, and said nothing. That year was a somber occasion.

This year, though, you wanted everything to be special. You and Diego had been doing this birthday tradition for over ten years now. You had planned everything: a nice dinner at one of the best places in town, then a movie, and then a match that was going on downtown. He just had to meet you at the right time, and everything would be set.

You shuffled your feet and looked down at your heels. You thought about what you would say to him this year. Maybe you’d get the courage too—

A car zoomed by, breaking you out of your thoughts. You checked your phone. It was almost twenty minutes after he was supposed to meet you…

Downtown, Diego stumbled into a jail cell, throwing his hands out to keep himself from colliding head first with the brick wall. It closed behind him – click, click, click, slam – and he whirled around. Eudora shook her head. “I told. Doing that vigilante stuff was going to get you in trouble one day.”

“I didn’t think you’d actually arrest me,” he shot back.

“It’s my job you know.” Eudora shook her head and started to step away. “Maybe a night in here will knock some common sense into you.”

“Wait, the night?!” Diego scrambled to the cell door, wrapped his fingers around the thick bars. “I can’t spend the night here, I have plans!”

“You should have thought about that before breaking the law,” Eudora drawled.

Diego patted the bars, shook them, growled. “No, I mean it! I’ve had these plans for a year, I can’t break them!”

“I’m not letting you out.” She looked up from the desk she sat at. “Actually, I’ll let you out a 12:01. How about that? Give you a couple of hours to think about what you did. Then you can go and explain to whoever you’re meeting about what happened.”

Diego groaned. “This isn’t the day for an ethics lesson.” He thumped his head against the bars. “C’mon, I’ll come back and serve this time tomorrow, please.”

“No.”

“Then let me make a phone call!”

Eudora glanced up. “Are you gonna call a lawyer?”

“What? No, I don’t need one for this shit.”

She looked back down at her papers. “Then no. You can call whoever you need to at 12:01.”

Diego’s groan was loud and annoyed this time. He spun away from the door and paced the small cell. “Dammit!”

Across town, you waited. You sat on a bench nearby, waiting, watching cars and busses pass. One had pulled over and an older lady asked if you were okay. She had seen you there when she passed by an hour ago, and yet you still sat on the bench.

You told her you were, you were just waiting.

She told you that you should go home, especially if you’ve been waiting that long. Whoever you were waiting for wasn’t going to show up.

You looked at your phone then. “He always does, though…today’s important.”

She shook her head and drove off.

You still waited. You pulled your coat close and huddled into it as it got darker and colder. Sometime around 11pm, you took your shoes off and started for home, disappointed and dejected. You knew it was a long walk, but what else could you do? The buses had stopped running, and you didn’t have a car.

You tapped away on your phone, playing a game as you walked down your street, when footsteps started running up behind you. You had been walking a long time, but you weren’t too tired to knock someone out if you needed. When you turned, you found not a stranger, but Diego, slowing to a jog and stopping in front of you. He was wheezing. He doubled over, set his hands on his knees, and took deep breaths.

You balled a hand on your fist. “What the hell, Diego?”

“I know, I’m late.”

“You’re not late, you completely stood me up.”

“In my defense—”

“What defense?” Diego straightened up to stare into your glare. “You didn’t show. No call, nothing. I know you’ve been busy with all this ‘saving the world’ stuff and busting small crime, but you’ve never stood up a birthday before.” You crossed your arms. “So, it better be a good defense.”

He took a deep, almost rattling breath. “Uh…” He lifted his hands and shrugged. “I got arrested?”

“You got—” You dropped your arms and took a step towards him. He leaned back to avoid getting jabbed in the face by your pointing, accusing finger. “You got arrested on our birthday?!”

“I saved a family from getting robbed, though?”

“I cannot believe you!”

He stuttered. “I told Eudora that I had plans, but she didn’t let me out!”

“Of course she wasn’t gonna let you out, you got arrested, you actual dummy!”

“Hey.” He lifted a hand and poked the tip of your finger, pushing it back towards you. “That’s not nice.”

You chomped at his finger, glaring, eyes watering. “This was an important day. You know that. You should have been careful!”

Deigo’s shoulders slumped. “I know,” he breathed, “I’m sorry.”

You pressed the heels of your palms into your eyes and sighed. “At least you didn’t stand me up.”

“I would never.” He carded his hands through your hair and tugged you close, slinging his arms down around your back. “You’re too important to me.”

Words lingered on your tongue and you sighed, thumping your forehead against his chest. “Just….walk me home, okay?”

“Course…” He squeezed you. “In a minute…”

#the umbrella academy #tua #diego hargreeves #diego hargreeves x reader #diego x reader #birthday present

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sofhyuck · 5 years

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Greasy Baby

Genre: fluff, greaser!hyuck

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N this au stems from some enlightening conversations with @cinanamon who is graciously allowing me to use some of her ideas, this one’s for you bb ;))))

greaser!hyuck is...a lil shit to say the least

like ye he’s a handsome boi i mean,,,imagine him in a leather jacket,,,hair gelled back,,,yes pls

but he knows him and his group of bois (dreamies hello) are hot shit and he’s not afraid to show that he knows it

him and the dreamies are always seen cruising around town,,, harassing hollerin at the ladies from the inside of hyuck’s beat up mustang (is that a time period correct car??? idk and idc to look it up lol)

he never actually physically harasses anyone, it’s all fun and games (for them at least don’t accept cat calling kids men ain’t shit)

there’s just...nothing else really for them to do around town

the only forms of entertainment come from the drive in theater and the soda shop that all the kids hang out at after school

he attends his local university since him and the gang come from a small town and didn’t really care to leave or have the grades to go to a better school

and you...well you don’t really know why you decided to attend a university in such a dinky little town

maybe it’s because you wanted a change of pace from the city, and maybe it’s because it’s your mother’s alma mater and you spent a few of your summers there

but somehow you find yourself at the school

the only problem is,,,everyone who attends the school grew up in the dumb town,,,meaning everyone already knows each other and has their friend groups and cliques

leaving you to fend for yourself and kind of live as an outsider

sure you make acquaintances in your classes but,,,it’s hard for you to make solid friends when everyone else already knows everything about everyone else

so you’ve been living your life on campus, smiling at the acquaintances you’ve made when you pass by them on the street, but you never really hang out with anyone after school

your sophomore year you got a job at the soda shop bc college ain’t cheap and they were hiring

surprisingly enough you made close friends through the job, your coworkers went to the same uni as you and the clientele were also in some of your classes

so you began to actually go out more (when you weren’t working obvi)

on day you were on campus walking to your next class and you saw one of said new friends

but while you were distracted with waving to them you bumped into someone and woop guess who????

you guessed it our boy hyuck with the rest of 00 line walking past

he was bouta pop off but then he sees it’s you the cute lil waitress from the soda shop that he’s lowkey seen around and been crushing on for a few months now

so when he sees you stuttering out an apology bc boi is brighter than the damn son and took your breath away

he just smirks and lets out a lil chuckle and just says ‘don’t worry about it sweetcheeks’ with a wink and then he’s off

you stand there for a moment in shock bc like obvi you know who he is even if you’ve only been around a few years who tf doesn’t know hyuck and co

and ofc your friends all saw and were like...b don’t even worry about it he just be like that sometimes ya know

and you’re like yea u right and forget about the whole encounter

but guess who doesn’t ohohoho it’s mister lee donghyuck himself he be thinking about it the rest of the day bc wow you’re even prettier up close huh

and the rest of dream are like...mmhmm ok mr. lee not sus at all we’re on. to. you.

so guess where hyuck ever so casually zooms off to after his classes are over????

oh boy you guessed it right off to the soda shop but oomph poor bb you’re not actually working that day and bb is sad :(((( meanwhile his boys are just laughing at him bc omg hyuck is so w hi p pe d

so now bb is going to the shop every moment he can until!!! finally!!! you’re working again god bless!!!

as soon as he sees you’re working baby sits bolt up right and starts fixing his slicked back hair that he had totally not been running his hands through out of nerves

the other boys weren’t there bc??? they have better places to be than at the soda shop for the 50000 time that day even though chenle and jisung had been there earlier just to laugh at him

but now holy shit you’re coming over and you look so cute in the dumb poodle skirt they make you wear as a uniform with your hair placed in a high ponytail

meanwhile you’re sw e a t i n g bc shit it’s hyuck and he’s still a handsome ass boy and you have to serve his table n ow f u c k

so you sidle on over and give him your usual spiel asking what he’d like to order n shit

and this boy omf remember when i said he was annoying?

well yea he fucking goes ‘are you on the menu bc I’d certainly like to have a piece of you’

and you’re like...boy tf oh my god i want to SLAP him

but you grin through it like ha ha...funny ok...our specials for today are...

hyuck ain’t listening anymore bc he’s busy mentally kicking himself bc??? really hyuck??? you’re trying to make her like you wtf were you t h in k i ng

so he just points at some random thing on the menu, his head hanging in shame

and yea you’d think it was cute if he hadn’t just gotten on your damn nerves

but, alas, you have to continue serving the boy who had ordered literally just a fried egg but you know who were you to judge

he eats the egg rather quickly and then just...sits there...not doing anything...and you don’t know what to do like you can’t kick him out he did order something and it’s not particularly busy

meanwhile hyuck’s head is spinning trying to think of how to woo you after completely embarrassing himself earlier

after like an hour passes you head over to him, ready to ask him again if he wants anything else to eat

but as soon as you get to him he jolts upright scaring the shit out of you and he’s like fuck sorry i didn’t mean to scare you

and you’re like it’s fine now seriously do you want anything else-

but he cuts you off and suddenly...lee donghyuck?? is grabbing onto your hand??? and rapidly apologizing to you for being so Gross earlier

you gotta shake the boy off of you and honestly,,,he’s really endearing like aw he’s so embarrassed what a bb

when you get out of his grip you’re like bro it’s ok tbh i get much worse all the time

suddenlt hyuck is ready to f i g ht like who tf??? i will square up

in your head you’re like,,,bitch ik you catcall don’t even try...but in reality you’re like mmmhmm sure ok you couldn’t hurt a damn fly

hyuck is angery now like wdym im tough >:( don’t you see my leather jacket and cool hair and car???

and you,,,oh you little reader pat lee donghyuck’s fUCkiNg head and now he is blushing oooooh

in a smol voice he asks for his check and leaves you a v generous tip despite your protests

and by that time his confidence seems to come back bc he winks and tells you he’ll be back

you giggle and give him a lil wave bc...wow lee donghyuck is just a cute shy lil bb hehe

and now hyuck is coming in every day,,,sometimes with his boys,,,sometimes alone but no matter what he’s always sure to, in a respectful manner, flirt with you and chat you up while dream just look on in amusement bc, again, hyuck is wh i p p e d

y’all just kinda...live like that for a few weeks but it’s v clear to e v er y body that there is shit going down between the two of you

like at this point hyuck’s hanging around campus with you too so like,,,everyone and their mother knows at this point bc,,,like i said earlier,,,everyone in this damn town knows everything about everyone

so ya’ll are stagnant, hyuck flirting, you laughing and sometimes flirting back

until one day ohhh boy there’s a new boul in town and he is not ashamed at all

and by that i mean he’s the biggest fucking asshole to ever step foot in the town, thinking he’s hot shit and everybody wants him when everyone hates his g u t s

and this boy has been hanging around the shop, livin his life, waiting for his moment to strike

but uh oh he made a mistake bc the first person he attempts to come on to...is you

and hyuck has been there bc he knows this guy has been hanging around and he wants to keep an eye on you his girl

it was a good thing too bc... this boul is going all out

tugging lightly at your skirt when you come to take his order while he uses the same cringy line hyuck used on you that first day

and hyuck knows you’re a big girl who can handle herself which you make very clear by firmly rejecting him with a smile plastered across your face

but...boy does not and will not let up

and you’re getting more and more frustrated and hyuck can tell esp when you keep throwing exasperated looks in his direction w the occasional eye roll

he would laugh but he’s too busy trying not to flip his shit

until boy fuckin just goes to grab your ass and you immediately move back, ready to reprimand him

but all thoughts are brushed aside when a loud crash sounds followed by heavy footsteps

hyucky had stood up so harshly that his chair had fallen over but he hadn’t even bothered to fix it bc he immediately stormed over to you, loosely wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you into his side

he is m a d like you thought he couldn’t fight before but now he looks like he could rip a guys head off and you lowkey find it hot but that’s not what’s important right now

the guy is like oh woops sorry bro didn’t know she was taken but hyuck is not having it going off about how you shouldn’t treat anyone like that period no matter if they’re in a relationship or not

and yes hyuck and his friends had been the same way a few months before but meeting you changed his way of thinking and his friends as well

bc the idiots had never had any female acquaintances before but now they have you and you’re like a sister to them except for hyuck obvi bc he’s in looove

anyway back to the matter at hand i swear i keep going on tangents soz

you have to calm hyuck down before he actually punches this guy in the nose and the guy throws some money on the table before booking it out of there bc he’s high key scared rn lol puddy

your boss comes out and is like...y’all good? and you’re like uhhh yea mind if i talk to him for a minute? n he’s like ya sure whatever

so you pull hyuck over to a back room and you’re like,,,bro,,,wtf you good now??

but hyuck is on a roll now and just flat out says ‘i’ve liked you for a while now so will you do me the honor of being my gf?’

you ??? for a second before snapping himself out of it and you’re like ??? hell yea boi tf???

so now y’all are dating woo!!!

he makes sure to come to the shop whenever you’re working

at first he even would miss classes but you were not gonna have that oh no education comes first kids >:(((

and he was like ugh ok fine but he always managed to get other dreamies to be there when he couldn’t just so he knows you’re ok :(((

you get really close with the other dreamies tho so now you’re all one happy family

even when hyuck isn’t at your shift he makes sure to pick you up afterwards

waiting outside, leaning against his beat up mustang …leather jacket on…waiting for you to come out…and when you walk up to him he grabs you by the waist…pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead…before opening the door for you…driving off to who knows where…but neither of you care as long as you’re together…

sometimes you go to the drive in and cuddle up in the backseat making out for the duration of the movie hehe

you climb onto his lap and sometimes you can hear the people in the next car wooping and hyuck just gives them the finger before bringing his hand back to settle on the back of your thigh

ahem anyways enough of that

other times you just,,, drive around,,, windows down,,, blasting music and laughing,,, just living your life as two college students should hyuck’s hand resting on your thigh shhhh

you always stop at the same dingy diner that’s hidden away on some side road

(shout out to steph for this next part love you bb uwu)

and hyuck always rummages through his pockets for change to buy you a drink, even when you say he doesn’t have to and you know he doesn’t always have the most money he says he wants to

trips to the diner are always followed by sunset drives where you have to remind him to watch the road bc he finds it so much fun to smiles t you and try to kiss you while driving and you scold him that he’s going to die one day, him saying it’s better to live hard, die young

#sorry my philly slang poked through a lil bit there #i hope this was greaser-esque enough i feel like it wasn't really #oh well haha #i miss hyucky :(#also i am workin gon college mark i promise #nct imagine #nct fluff #nct au #haechan imagine #haechan au #haechan fluff #donghyuck imagine #nct dream imagine #nct 127 imagine

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jenatwork · 5 years

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So this started out in my head as a vaguely serious fic about Kouda’s parents and their expectations of his hero work versus the reality of being a hero in the city. But then I had some wine, and suddenly the idea of asshole housemates seemed like the funniest thing ever.

Dear Mom and Dad,

The letter was long overdue. He’d have preferred to e-mail, but his parents weren’t so great with technology. Grandpa was the only one who used the internet much, and that was mostly so he could watch the horse races that didn’t get broadcast on TV. Phone signal was never reliable out on the farm, and text messages could take hours to get through some days. Phone calls had a habit of cutting out, and that was assuming Kouda was feeling up to talking for that long.

So, letters had to do.

Kouda had a make-shift desk in his room, an old dining table shoved against the wall under the window, with cardboard box files stacked up at one end for any paperwork he took home. A desk lamp would use too much electricity and they were trying to keep the bills low, so sitting by the window meant he could make the most of the daylight.

Chewing on the end of his pen, Kouda thought back over the past month, trying to decide where to start his letter.

It’s been six whole weeks since I started as a support hero! Graduation feels like ages ago - so much has happened since then.

Shouji was the only one who’d fully inspected the share-house before they signed the contract. He’d shared pictures with the rest of them and told them it was fine. They should have known better than to trust Shouji ‘furniture is for the weak’ Mezuo.

“Out of five rooms, only one has a bed. Shouji, you said it was furnished!” Ojiro thumped down the last few stairs as Shouji and Sato brought in yet more boxes labelled ‘kitchen’. Shouji opened his box, while Sato left the room again.

“Don’t you all have futons?”

“Yes, we have futons. We also have aches and pains from fighting people on a near-daily basis and I, for one, would like to come home at the end of the day and collapse on to a beautifully supportive orthopaedic mattress.”

“I will fight you all for the bed.” Tokoyami added another box to the kitchen pile. “One by one or all at once, it doesn’t matter.”

“Tokoyami, you fell asleep on a pile of laundry once. You don’t need the bed.”

“Dark Shadow needs the bed.”

“Is Dark Shadow paying rent?”

“Dark Shadow has no comprehension of financial matters.”

“Then Dark Shadow doesn’t get a bed.”

While the three of them bickered, Kouda quietly took one of his boxes up the stairs, checking each room one by one. He found the bed on the third floor. Unfortunately, Sato had found it first.

“Uh...Dibs?”

Kouda took his box down to the floor below. Sato might have the bed, but he also had three flights of stairs to climb at the end of each day. He claimed a room, then went back down to the kitchen, where Shouji was apologising for the shortage of dining chairs.

“We could buy another chair. How much do dining chairs cost?”

Kouda rapped a fist on the doorframe to get their attention. He pointed upstairs, and signed Sato’s name.

“If Sato has the bed, he doesn’t get a chair,” Tokoyami announced. The other two looked at each other, and shrugged.

“Problem solved.”

Adjusting to life out of the dorms was strange at first, but we’re getting used to it. Doing our own cooking, cleaning and laundry - we’re all helping each other out and learning from each other.

“Tokoyami, why is my hero costume grey?” Ojiro held up his gi, still slightly damp.

“That could be a good look for you.”

“Why is your black T-shirt in the machine with my white uniform?”

“It was dirty. You didn’t have a full load.”

“You can’t mix dark clothes with white clothes in the washing machine!”.

“Is that so? I’ve never had a problem mixing my clothes in the wash.”

“All your clothes are darks!”

Living in a share-house means we share our meals, and it’s good to cook and eat together after a hard day’s work.

Shouji opened the cupboard door. The same cupboard he’d already checked three times.

“Sato, can you google ‘how to split one pack of ramen between five people’?”

“We just did grocery shopping two days ago!”

Kouda was busy measuring rice into the cooker. He tapped Sato’s shoulder and held up three fingers.

“Okay, so three servings of rice and a pack of ramen. That should cover all of us. What about meat? There should be some diced chicken in the fridge.”

Tokoyami appeared in the doorway, a juicebox in one hand.

“There’s no chicken left.”

“Tokoyami, you’re literally the smallest out of all of us, so how come you can eat more than any of us?” “I’m eating for two.”

Dark Shadow hovered over his shoulder, and stage-whispered in his ear. “Chicken?”

“No chicken.”

Shouji checked his pockets and pulled out a handful of coins.

“Sato, how much meat can we get for this much?”

Sato counted the coins.

“Two portions of chicken nuggets?”

Kouda checked his own pockets, and dropped some coins into Shouji’s hand.

“Three portions.”

“CHICKEN!”

“Dark Shadow, behave.”

Working as a support hero keeps me busy, but I’m meeting lots of new and interesting people. Last week I helped some other heroes to save a girl from a kidnapping, and her family were really nice to me afterwards.

Kouda was breathing heavily when he finally got back home, and he took a moment to lean against the inside of the door. Ojiro stepped into the hallway, in the middle of drying a pan with a tea-towel.

“Nakamura-san again?”

Kouda nodded, before bending down to unfasten his shoes.

“Kouda, I keep telling you to just take a different route home.”

Kouda made a series of gestures, while rolling his eyes.

“You did? So how’d she find you?”

He pointed over his shoulder.

“She was outside the house?” He nodded. “Oh, man, that’s rough. Is she still there?” He shrugged. Ojiro put down the pan he was drying, and called the other three housemates into the kitchen.

“Nakamura-san is still hassling Kouda. She found out where he lives.”

“Where we all live,” Sato countered, as Shouji threw up all six hands in frustration. “She makes me nervous.”

“Can we call the bar and make a complaint?” Shouji looked to Kouda, who shook his head.

“We already tried that,” Ojiro explained. “Since she’s not doing anything while she’s working for them, they said there’s nothing we can do. Kouda, if your agency tries to send you on any more jobs in the red light district, you have to say no! I don’t care how many rats and roaches there are for you to work with - you’re under-age! You shouldn’t be seeing the stuff that goes on in those bars.”

“I have an idea,” Tokoyami said. “But you won’t like it.”

They all looked at Kouda, who considered for a moment, then gestured for Tokoyami to explain.

“If she’s taken to following Kouda home, then we could invite someone else over to walk home with him.”

“Tokoyami, Kouda doesn’t need anyone to fight for him. And Nakamura-san isn’t violent, she’s just...affectionate.”

“Aggressively affectionate,” Shouji corrected.

“So we invite someone even worse.”

Three chairs scraped back from the kitchen table. Sato was already standing, so he couldn’t do the same, but he stepped back all the same.

“Nope.” “No, it’s not worth it.”

“But he would - “

“Tokoyami, we are not inviting Mineta into this house.” Ojiro’s tail twitched as he spoke. “Kouda, we’ll all go to the bar with you, when Nakamura-san is working, and we’ll have a talk with her. Explain to her that saving her from that gang was just part of your job, and that she’s a very nice lady but you just don’t see her that way.”

“And if that doesn’t work?”

Ojiro took a deep breath, considering their options.

“Then we have to move.”

I’ve seen all sorts of new places all over the city. Every day is an adventure!

“Kouda, we’re definitely lost. No, don’t shake your head at me - look! Look at the little blue dot on the map. The dot is moving away from our apartment. That’s us, we’re the little blue dot. We are heading in the wrong direction. What do you mean, it loops around? The train does not loop. Trains go in straight lines, and this line is pointing the wrong way. Why did you pick this route? A cat? A cat told you which train to catch. Does the cat know how to use Google Maps? Because I do, and Google Maps says we’re heading in the wrong dir - what are you doing? Leave my phone alone! Why are you spinning the map? Don’t - wait, you can do that? So we’re heading east, not - Oh my god, Kouda, you have blown my mind, I did not know you could rotate the map like that! I am so sorry, I shouldn’t have - wait, was that our stop? That was our stop! We missed -”

I miss you both, and grandpa. I know you said you’d visit, but you really don’t have to - it’s a long trip and the trains aren’t cheap, and besides, I can come home and visit you soon.

“This place is like a pig-sty! When was the last time anyone mopped this floor?” Ojiro had broken out into a sweat. Kouda felt tired just watching him. “Guys, my parents are going to be here in less than two hours, why are there still cobwebs up there? Kouda, I thought you told the spiders to stay away!”

Tokoyami looked up from his seat on the kitchen counter, where he was flipping through a magazine.

“Kouda says the spiders have unionised and are threatening to stop catching flies if we remove their webs.”

Ojiro swept past him, his tail ‘accidentally’ knocking Tokoyami’s magazine out of his hands.

“Maybe if you cleaned the dirty dishes in your room, there wouldn’t be any flies in the first place.”

“Dark Shadow likes the ambience.”

“Dark Shadow’s a lazy slob.”

“Yes, he and I have had words about that.”

Ojiro shoved the broom into Tokoyamis’ hands.

“Sweep. Like your life depends on it. Because it does.”

In the doorway, Shouji wiped a feather duster over the lintel.

“Ojiro, the place is clean enough. And your parents are hardly going to inspect everyone’s bedrooms.”

“Yeah, that’s what they want you to think.” Having delegated the sweeping, Ojiro switched to spraying the kitchen surfaces with spray-cleaner. “But my father would find dust in an operating theatre, and and threaten to cut off the surgeon’s allowance for it.”

“You don’t have an allowance.”

“He’ll find something to cut off.”

“See, this is why I don’t invite my parents to visit.”

Kouda interrupted them all with a powerful sneeze. They all turned, startled, as he succumbed to a second, then a third.

“Too much dust?” Shouji asked. He nodded. “You should go upstairs out of the way.”

As he climbed the stairs, he heard Ojiro scolding Tokoyami once more.

“See? That’s how much dust has built up. You made Kouda sick.”

“I would never!”

“You would and you did. Clean, birdman, or I’m going to let my mother see your room.”

“Betrayal!”

But no matter how strange and new it all is, and no matter how far I am from home, I have my friends with me. I don’t know what I’d do without them.

The only light in Kouda’s room came from the streetlamp right outside his window. Downstairs, he could hear Sato rattling around in the kitchen, cleaning up his latest kitchen experiment. From the room across the hall, came the sound of Ojiro banging on the floorboards, annoyed by the sound of Sato cleaning up his latest kitchen experiment. From the room next to Kouda’s, Shouji’s meditation music filtered through the walls, as Shouji tried to drown out the sound of Sato cleaning up and Ojiro banging on the floorboards.

His futon was spread out at the very edge of his room, and he sat up, a pile of cushions between him and the wall. Tokoyami lay beside him, his head in Kouda’s lap.

“You lived underneath Shouji in the dorms in first year. Did he play his music so loud back then?”

“Thicker walls,” Kouda whispered. His fingers stroked slowly over the black fluff at the nape of Tokoyami’s neck.

“At least I’m not due at work until tomorrow afternoon.” Tokoyami stretched, and turned so that he could look up at Kouda. “How about you?”

“Morning shift.”

“That’s rough.”

They sat a while longer, as Ojiro left his room and went to knock on Shouji’s door to complain about the music.

“There is a way we could drown out the noise,” Tokoyami said, reaching out for Kouda’s free hand.

Kouda looked at him, waiting for an explanation.

“Really loud sex.”

Their laughter brought footsteps to Kouda’s door. They apologised profusely to Ojiro, promising they would try to go to sleep as soon as they could.

I miss you all, and I’ll try to write more frequently.

Love,

Kouji

#bnha #bnha fic #background boys #kouda kouji #tokoyami fumikage #shouji mezou #ojiro mashirao #sato rikido

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GAMERS! Episode 08

New day, new episode, let’s push on. It’s GAMERS!, episode 08! Here we GO!

-We begin, at a completely different place than usual. The Hekiyou Private Academy’s Student Council, with the narration a young lady who has always been near the top with ease, but never managed to reach the top…Until she became president of the Student Council. She had her moment of joy, of pride…Until one Tendou Karen showed up. Karen, who somehow managed to outdo her in everything, and even best her in this…

-Opening! What’s up next? Oh hey, it’s the dating sim/visual novel one! It’s not really a specific reference to an individual game, so much as an entire genre. Until recently we didn’t really get these in the West at all, and we still don’t see all that many of them. Operating not unlike a choose-your-own-adventure book, they represent a very interesting blend of elements from various Japanese mediums: Carrying a word count similar to a light novel, voice acting similar to an anime or drama CD, minimalistic animation that calls to mind manga more than actual anime, and light gameplay elements borrowed from JRPGs, they can in some ways be looked at as the combination of all of Japanese nerd-culture. Also they really spent a long time as porn games so there’s still a lot of stigma there.

-DAY 08: Erogamer and Watching Mode

-Well with a title like that, things sure lined up.

-Anyways, it’s to a meeting space, with that student council president herself sending off the rest of the council…And then, once they’re all gone, she can just take in the wonder…ful…joy of…

-Oh.

-Well then.

-So our mysterious president is actually a huge pervert as she starts smelling and rubbing on the seats the rest of her Student Council were using. She’s surrounded by cute girls! It is heaven…But wait, there’s more! She slams open a locker, grabs a bag, and…Whatever’s in there has to be even better than girl butt scent. Did she confiscate some boy’s dirty magazines? Either way, her laughter echoes through the night…

-Oh, nope, even…Let’s call it “better”. She has a disguise! A suit, a puffy hat to hide her long twin tails in, glasses and a beard! Clearly she looks like a perverted older man now and can get away with what’s about to happen! Yes. Clearly. She slips into a shop, as her internal narration explains…That innocent, studious Student Council president schtick? Yeah that’s all to keep the world from noticing the real her, who’s a spun-around pervert who loves nothing more than erotic video games!

-Well I suppose we had to do this eventually, huh? Also, she’s so excited by getting a copy of BUILD HEART that her beard falls off and she doesn’t even notice…Which is a problem when she’s spotted by someone else and this gets weird. But she has no idea. Once she comes down from the 18+ section, it’s into the console mess, because hey, the censored console release isn’t too bad either…But she ends up picking up, instead, Golden Memories.

-And dear sweet Flora on the cover suddenly throws a flashback into this girl’s face. Karen went to a different school, and that’s the only reason she wasn’t the Student Council president. So Konoha here got the role by default. …Real talk I’m trying to figure out a joke about hidden leaves and it’s just not coming together.

-Either way now our pervert girl is all depressed as she puts the game back, and is sad ins—Hello cheap game bin! What’s this? An old PS1 era game, Rainbow Court? An old classic that never got the attention it deserved…

-When we hear a voice? We do! Because Keita and Eiichi have come down to this same shop to pick up some vidjagames! Konoha recognizes the uniform of Otobuki, the school her hated rival Karen went to…And damn, that boy on the left is damn. The one on the right, her eyes just kind of glide over. He’s totally generic, like an everyman dating sim protagonist. Our hero summed up, ladies and gentlemen.

-Of course, from Keita’s perspective, he sees…Some weirdo doing jumping jacks in the game store in an attempt to look Normal. But what’re they here for, anyways? Eiichi wants some dating sim recommendations from someone who knows the genre inside and out. Alas, Keita is all nervous about this, as Konoha can’t help but keep listening…Argh, why does this generic guy have to be so waffly…

-Okay, first thing! What does Eiichi like? Well, he did some basic research, and…This one got lots of recommendations, right? Shit I can’t see the title. That’s actually really, really frustrating to me. But okay. So let’s look at the difference in opinions. To Konoha, that game is well made but super super mainstream, so basic it’d go in a damn starter pack. To Keita, it’s a masterpiece, one that he stayed up late every night for an entire week just to finish it. Eiichi decides to get it, and Konoha decides these two are super basic—

-But wait!

-Keita isn’t actually recommending that one! What’s all this now? And Konoha wishes she could just walk away…You damn jerks have her stuck here unable to quit listening! (Gonna be honest, that’s on you) But you want to know what makes the dating sim genre good, right? Then, there’s only one choice! And he goes to the vintage bin, pulling out…Rainbow Court.

-It never did very well. It hit during a flood of the genre to mainstream awareness, and was just an also-ran. But, something about it…If Keita’s going to make recommendations? Then this is his recommendation on where to start. It’s a bit of an underdog of a game, but he can’t help but wanna root for the underdog and show people what it has going for it…You know?

-This, this is why you couldn’t walk away, Konoha! This moment was calling to you from the future! Keita calls Rainbow Court one of his top three games, as her hat has fallen off and exposed her hair…She’s moved, moved to tears by the earnest honesty at the heart of Keita’s words! …Shit. Shit shit shit shit no we can’t add another one what are you doing his life is screwy enough! We just got him out of the core of the chaos by getting him together with Karen what are you doing?!

-Cut to later that night, Konoha’s lost deep in thought, as she looks to her own copy of Rainbow Court…When in comes a family member! Her sister, who sees she bought a new game…Oh, wow, a dating sim? She had no idea you were into these! K-Konoha borrowed it from a friend! …But it has a price tag…JUST GIVE IT BAC—

-…Oh son of a…

-Guess what Konoha’s family name is.

-Go on.

-Go on guess.

-Yeah so Hoshinomori Konoha, Chiaki’s mysterious imouto, is the new addition to the cast ARE YOU FUCKING WITH ME NOW IS THAT WHAT THIS IS

-Commercial break!

-And we’re back! Tasuku is narrating…

-…Keita and Aguri’s marriage?! I assume this is a nightmare he’s having. It happened soon after college. They were all there to celebrate the happy couple. Yet inside, everyone in the group was conflicted. Chiaki, who flitted from one construction job to the next, was stuck there congratulating her longtime nemesis (and eating as much of the free food as possible). Tasuku and karen themselves were stuck with fake smiles, watching their own beloveds leave them forever. It was a wonderful ceremony after their lives all worked out…

-…Oh, they’re playing The Game of Half-Life, presumably a spinoff in which it’s impossible to finish because a steam valve blocks the end of the game. Yeah, topical game humor! Tasuku is still thinking you can fix misunderstandings by just talking them out, and has gathered everyone here to calm things down over a game. Oh you poor stupid idiot.

-So Aguri and Keita have gotten married in the game and it’s already going sideways. Tasuku can at least admit he realized shit was not going right, and that “just talking it out” would ever be easy…And thus, this.

-DAY 08.5: Gamers and Half their Life Game

-Cut back to a few days ago. Chiaki was showing Tasuku and Keita that her mom had won an old-timey board game, The Love Love Game of Half-Life, at one of those supermarket lotteries. And she kind of wanted to play it, but such a game has a bare minimum….And thus, Tasuku decided they’d just gather up the whole crew. Them three, plus Aguri and Karen would make five! And it’s so brilliant that he made that face again. Just so we’re clear. Every single time Tasuku makes that face, things are about to go all wrong.

-Even Chiaki realized this was a bad plan, but with Tasuku suggesting it…His brilliant plan was, simply, to get all five of them into a fucking room at the same time to actually talk shit out and destroy the absurd love pentagon around his life.

-Hard cut to the game where things have not gone that way at all. Because everyone’s so damn careful that they’ve ended up in a maximally awkward seating arrangement. Which is how Keita and Aguri ended up as a team. Tasuku’s plan, has…Gone…All wrong. As Aguri gets pregnant during the honeymoon. Which she blames on Keita, as Karen and Tasuku quietly freak the fuck out. Perhaps, this romantic life board game was not the right idea for solving their problems? (Nooooo, you think?)

-The student part of the game, near the beginning, saw Keita and Aguri landing on relationship spaces, while Chiaki keeps failing to hold down work, stuck doing the kind of job that pays you in cash by the day. And Karen, Karen…Oh, poor sweet Karen.

-She’s turning into a spinster, diving into her career to smother her sorrow and shame over the loss of her love to another woman. Oh this is bad. When Tasuku manages to hit the marriage space! He can enter into a relationship and fast-track to marriage with another player! Spin the wheel, come on, come on…If he can get a one or two, Aguri and Keita’s numbers, he can even nullify their marriage by stealing them away from their partner…Come on, come onnnn…

-Congratulations, Tasuku. You win this Chiaki. …Well, I guess housewife is a stable path. No more directing traffic around a construction site for her!

-And Aguri just gives Tasuku a fucking death glare. What, what do you want from him? The spinner made him do it! And now it’s Chiaki’s turn. Two spaces forward! “Your partner cheats on you. You are forced to pay their love compensation for mental suffering. You and your spouse lose 5,000 yen.”

-…Good god this game is dark. And both Keita and Aguri, fully believing Tasuku is a two-timer, are giving him the death glares. IT WAS THE SPINNER HE SWEARS. (Nobody believes you)

-Meanwhile, Keita rolls to…And I quote…”Your lovey-dovey newlywed life reaches high tide! You bust your bed getting busy! You and your spouse pay 6,000 yen.” That’s a really good price for a bed. And now Aguri is getting legit embarrassed that he can’t be more…discreet, about what the space said. I mean, lass, it’s on the board. But soon their argument starts sounding like an actual married couple as she blames him for going too hard and being too loud about it, and oh god Karen and Tasuku are about to die.

-O-Okay, Aguri’s turn! …She, broke the bed this time. Just, just take her money and leave her alone. Tasuku can’t even feel jealous at this point, he just feels sorry for anyone that has to buy two beds because they keep breaking them.

-Karen! What’s Karen going to get? Will her solo streak finally en—

-“Your love interest won’t even look at you, but you’re popular with your clients. 100,000 extra income.” This game is the worst. Karen can’t even pretend to be happy. This game is wearing her out worse than her actual romantic woes.

-Tasuku? “You cheat on your partner with their sister. There is bloodshed. Miss a turn.” Oh god, Tasuku…With Konoha?! She’s just a kid! What kind of sick freak are you?!

-And that’s when the door slams shut and Tasuku has a legit panic and Chiaki admits that must have been her sister getting home. YOU ACTUALLY HAVE A SISTER?! Tasuku legitimately feared for his life for a moment there. Okay, deep breath, deep breath!

-Chiaki’s got a roll! Will she manage to pull her marriage back together?

-No.

-No she will not.

-Would you like to know what it says?

-“You realize that your soulmate was someone else. You learn that you had some fateful connections with them, and you become infatuated. You get distracted at work and lose 3,000 yen.” Well that’s really vague…And then Keita pokes fun at her for getting such a vague, girly woes kinda space, and Tasuku would just like to fucking DIE now please! Could he actually get stabbed by your sister now would that be okay?!

-And the worst part? Only he fucking knows how prophetic that fucking space was! Only he knows the double lives these two lead! Only he can realize how much this sucks! Okay. Okay deep breath. Try to calm down JUST PLAY YOUR TURN KEITA AND LEAVE HIM ALONE

-Keita gets the same space as Chiaki.

-Tasuku screams internally. And then externally. FUCK THIS GAME AND EVERYTHING THAT LED THEM TO THIS TWISTED MOMENT OF IRONIC SPINS AND BROKEN LIVES

-And that’s when Keita admits how much fun he’s having, and how he never gets to spend time around friends like this…And that starts to relax everyone, as Aguri’s turn comes up, and she manages to land “The person you’d been seeing before makes a move on you.” Why, that sounds like it could all work out! Aguri and Tasuku look to each other, all blushy and ha—

-“But your love for your current partner is unwavering! You turn them down without a second thought, and reaffirm your own love! You have yet another child.”

-…Welp.

-I’m just gonna sit here in the corner because life is a lie.

-Aguri would like you to START USING SOME PROTECTION KEITA AND QUIT PUTTING BABIES IN HER THIS MINIVAN CAN ONLY HOLD SO MANY LITTLE BUNDLES OF JOY

-Okay, Karen’s go. Can she turn things look let’s be honest she can’t. “You become an important person. You make money. Earn 100,000 yen.” THE GAME ISN’T EVEN TRYING.

-And then Konoha needs Chiaki’s help with something, which sends her out of the room and gives the others a chance for a break, as Keita admits some curiosity. They look so similar in the face, he almost wonders if they’re twins or DON’T LOOK AT HIM LIKE THAT HE’S LOYAL KAREN MA’AM! Salute!

-Oh and then he gets an alert on his phone. The MMO has a new event starting today! And Tasuku just stares at Chiaki’s phone, which has the notification light start blinking. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck what if they start talking about the game and realize they both play?! He’s finally gotten Keita and Karen out of the loop so he can deal with the Chiaki and Aguri problems and this could rip them right back into things! …You go RIGHT the fuck under that couch, phone! She won’t find you until after everyone’s gone!

-While Karen looks at the game and starts asking questions but Keita is wrapped up in the event battle he’ll explain details later! And she decides she’s just happy to watch and see him so focused on something. And Aguri comes and sits by Tasuku, saying how happy she is that things are working out for Keita…And Tasuku, Tasuku can’t take not knowing, as he has to ask what the hell’s been going on! What does she REALLY think of Keita?

-He’s…Like that really high-maintenance little brother. And he’s a little annoying now that he’s got a girlfriend. But she’s just so damn happy to see him finally get his happy ending, she can’t be too mad at him for the annoying parts…

-And Tasuku, finally, relaxes, and holds Aguri’s hand. Which sends her into a flailing blushy panic, as Aguri expected him to not be so forward in front of, you know, Karen…But what does she have to do with it? …What indeed. The two can relax, realizing they were both loyal the whole time…And this all might work out. It’ll all, work, out, and everyone will be happy togeth—

-Keita can’t beat this boss without Mono-san. And Karen would like to know who this Mono-san is. His guild bro! They’re always there to help him out! Karen suddenly feels like she’s under threat of losing her beloved to some online relationship. J-J-Just how many online friends do you have? Well…He uses a handful of names in different places, and really only has serious friendships with a few people as Chiaki comes back….

-And Tasuku realizes OH FUCK IT’S ABOUT T—

-So in this game he goes by Tsucchie and his only real major friend is Mono-san. But over on forums he goes by Yama-san and has a really good friendship going with his favorite indie game dev, Nobe-san. And Chiaki hears the whole thing, as the gears start to turn in her mind, and Tasuku just quietly wishes he could die now please. Heart attack? Brain aneurism? That stabbing sister thing? Just, just kill him. Kill him before it all pops off.

-Keita admits that those are the only two real major online friends…But Mono-san and Nobe-san, he’s known them so long, they’re really special and important to him. They might be a bit surface level at times, but he feels like…Like he could be a little vulnerable to them, you know? They’re true, and precious, friends…

-As Tasuku narrates, how Chiaki has made it to the start line of this race at the worst, possible, moment imaginable. A tragic sight, as all the pieces come together, and she in turn realizes how important the different facets of Keita are to her, when it’s much too late to do anything about it…Oh, god, that look on Chiaki’s face…My heart weeps for you, kid.

-Credits!

-Aftercredits! Konoha is mulling around the apartment, bored…When she finds a broken Chiaki collapsed behind the couch?!

…Well that’s gonna turn into a mess next time. Our only hope is that Konoha doesn’t develop a crush on the fucking guy too, and we can keep a fairly stable pentagon until things turn sideways. I expect even that hope to be dashed, though, in episode NINE of GAMERS! Wait for it!

#where I watch #recap #anime #gamers!

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Lunyx | Dirty Dancing Au | ch.1

Day 1 - LUNYX WEEK ✧ Movie AU

Couple: Lunafreya Nox Fleuret/Nyx Ulric

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Summary: Princess Lunafreya Lucis Caelum - the daughter of Regis Lucis Caelum and Sylva Nox Fleuret and the sister of Ravus and Noctis - is a very good mannered, intelligent, innocent and curios young girl. She sneaks out of Insomnia’s palace to join the Glaives in the slums, only to find Nyx and Crowe enjoying their hours of freedom by dancing senseless some galahdian dances in front of hundreds of people. When Crowe gets badly injured during her guard duty, Nyx needs to find a good partner before the dance competition of next month. That may be the hardest thing to find in Insomnia. Until Luna offers.

Comment: This is chapter 1, but more are coming. Honestly I LOVE writing this fic. It’s so fun, so sensual, and I have the fondest memories of this movie. When I was three it was the only thing I wanted to watch (you can figure what kind of worries this put on my dad’s shoulders xD ).

You must agree with me that Nyx is meant to use that body to dance, like, he really has a dancer’s body. And Luna … what a ballerina.

As for the Lunafreya LUCIS CAELUM …. lol. Well, I love this idea. I wanted to use Noctis, but I was tired to explain in every fic how platonic their relationship was (and I was even more tired to find new lovers for him just to give him a happy ending), so I got straight to the point and I turned them into siblings lolol. So, now Regis and Sylva are the parents and Ravus, Luna and Noctis the children. I love this. I love every thing of this.

I hope you enjoy it as much as I do :)))

If her brothers knew, they would have killed her.

There was no way that the Princess of Lucis had permission to sneak out of the palace to visit the slums of the city, all because of one of her Glaive’s stories. Now that the war against Niflheim seemed to have come to an end and had entered into one of the most delicate moments of the treaty, one single move from a reckless Princess had the potential to soil the reputation of the entire royal family and ruin everything.

In spite of this, Lunafreya Lucis Caelum was ready to take that chance.

With only a white hood covering her blonde ponytail, she stepped out onto the dirty tiles of the slums, mouth open wide in awe. She had never been in a noisier place. Everyone was screaming without a single argument, the music pumping out from the small shops stacked on top of one another, restaurants filled with hundreds of people strolling along, enjoying the tasty street food.

Luna - that was the name her brother Noctis labeled her with when they were kids - had almost lost herself in that unknown place. If it weren’t for the small GPS incorporated in her ear device, she wouldn’t have found the “Yama’s hut” she was aiming for. It was pure luck that her personal Glaive - a black mage named Crowe - lost the GPS a couple of days before; it was convenient for Luna to use it to find her way in the maze of the slums.

Luna liked Crowe’s personality and was thrilled about knowing more of her, even out of work.

“When us Glaives are off, we grab a bite at Yama’s. Galhadian food, Princess. I don’t know if you would like it,” Crowe told her once. She had Luna at ‘us Glaives’. It was no secret how curious the Princess was and how much she was attracted by the subtle dynamics in the Kingsglaive’s department. “If we’re not too tired, we go dancing somewhere after dinner. Or we have a stroll in the streets. You know, the only entertainment we street rats can have.”

“It sounds far more appealing than the boring political talks we have in front of the fire everyday with the rest of the royal family.”

Crowe smiled. “Family is important, Princess.”

“I know. But I’d love something different for a change.”

So, here she was. Escaping in great secret from the palace, taking refuge in the dangerous slums of Insomnia. Crowe didn’t know anything and undoubtedly she wouldn’t have approved. But Luna was too far in, and she didn’t plan on going back now.

After some time, the Princess finally found the famous restaurant and quickly went down the stairs toward the counter. Luna was disappointed. It wasn’t even a proper restaurant, just a stall with a table in the front of it. Some people were sitting there: all Glaives, judging by the uniform. She didn’t recognize anyone, except maybe for a blonde guy. She was pretty sure his name was Luche.

She would have said hello, but considering the circumstances, she wanted to hide her identity until she found Crowe. So, she avoided his gaze.

“Good evening to ya, fine lady. I’m Yama. ‘Ow can I help ya?” The owner of the restaurant was an odd guy, with a bandana on his forehead and a dirty apron.

“I was… looking for Crowe. Crowe Altius,” Luna said, using a very low tone. That was a mistake— the man couldn’t help but be suspicious at her far too gentle manners.

“Were you two supposed to meet here?”

“Not really, it’s … a surprise. Crowe told me she always comes here after work.”

“Indeed, she does. But at this hour she’ll probably be squashed to Nyx’s body, all faint and sweaty,” Yama said, hardly containing a mocking laugh. Behind her, the small group of Glaives burst out in a similar laugh.

“She surely is!”

“’Bet Pelna is crying in a corner already!”

“Nyx, that son of a …!” One Glaive punched the table, looking outraged.

“The smartest of us all, grabbing those thighs of hers every time he can…!” Another Glaive exhibited a gesture Luna would surely have defined as vulgar.

“It’s art, guys, just art!” the third soldier added, but he was clearly joking. Luna turned around, puzzled by the weird discussion her simple request had caused. She squeezed her eyes and bowed a little.

“I’m sorry, I don’t quite understand. Where exactly can I find her now?”

The Glaives ignored her and persisted in their laughs. Only Yama actually cared to answer.

“Go down those stairs and follow the music. It’s deafening, you can’t miss it. And, oh! Since you’re here, do you mind doing me a little favor?” He didn’t wait for her to accept, and came out from the kitchen holding a huge watermelon. Nonchalantly, he placed it in Luna’s arms.

“Give this to Libertus, will ya.”

“Excuse me?”

“Is it too heavy?” Yama asked, seeing the girl bending under the weight of the big fruit. “Nah, you’ll be fine. You better go,” he concluded, shrugging. Luna blinked, surprised and outraged. She didn’t know how to answer to such a shameless attitude, so she just walked away, suddenly realizing how being alone in the real word could really feel.

'Follow the music’ was a better hint than Luna initially expected it to be. In the midst of all the chaos of the slums, there was in fact an appealing music that overshadowed everything else. It was instinctive, rhythmic, and swinging— calling to her, speaking right to her core. It lead her right to the inside a huge pub, which Luna was pretty sure was one of the popular 'Discotheque’. The entrance was free though, so Luna sneaked in under the perplexed gazes of the guardians.

There were so many people inside that Luna and the watermelon had some difficulties moving at first. But what left her speechless was watching the wild dances from the people. Luna had seen something similar only during some documentaries about animals mating.

“For Shiva’s sake!” Luna whispered as she stared, flabbergasted, as a girl and a boy smashed into each other, bodies joining as one into a tribal and sensual singular. “What is–” and her jaw almost fell down when the boy leaned down to kiss the girl’s belly, his fingers creeping up her thighs as she moved to the rhythm. “This is indecent!”

In that very moment, someone casually pushed her from behind and her hood fell down, leaving her exposed. In a matter of seconds, someone recognized her.

“Princess …? No way!” Luna quickly turned around, heart pumping in her chest like a drum. Her cheeks were burning red.

“Libertus!”

“What are you doing here?” The chubby member of the Kingsglaive she could easily recognized anywhere was coming in her direction, a cocktail in one hand and a beer in the other. He noticed the watermelon and stared down at it, puzzled.

“T-this is for you,” Luna stuttered, still flustered by how embarrassing those dances around her made her feel.

“That son of a shoopuff— did Yama-san give you a fricking watermelon to carry down here? He gave it to you? To a Princess?”

“Sssh!” Luna begged, shaking her head. “Please, Sir Ostium, don’t draw any attention to me. Nobody knows I left the palace.”

“You mean you snuck out unguarded?” Libertus stared at her in shock, taking the watermelon from Luna’s arms and giving her the cocktail in exchange. “For Astrals’ sake, come with me. Stay close— we really can’t have royalty get hurt in a pub full of Glaives.”

The pub was indeed full of Glaives. Now that Luna had the guts to look people in the face - and not only at their bodies moving in a savage mockery of dance - she recognized a lot of them. There was Pelna Khara, dancing alone near the counter. Axis Arra, moving like an idiot in the center of the dance floor to the great embarrassment of his partner, and Tredd Furia, kissing a blonde girl in a corner.

Luna followed Libertus, looking around like a lamb in the lions’ den, all innocent and purity. She was irrationally attracted to the rhythmic music and she found herself envying the flexibility of the dancers’ bodies, so boneless and agile, in the center of the dance floor.

“Do you guys do this every night?” Luna asked, screaming so that Libertus could hear her.

“Well, not really. But what did you come here for exactly, Princess? This isn’t a place for someone like you.”

Pelna had quickly joined their little entourage after he recognized the Princess immediately. He tried to protest to her, but Lunafreya quickly silenced him with a comment.

“I needed a distraction and Crowe told me about this place. I wanted to meet her and see how you Glaives live when you’re off duty. Where is she?”

Libertus looked at Pelna and both raised their eyebrows before Pelna sighed. Luna swore there was sadness when he said, “Look over there.”

She turned around and followed Pelna’s finger, only to catch an amazing couple in the center of the floor. The Princess immediately wondered how she hadn’t seen them before, since around them a large crowd of cheering people had formed. If there was a competition, Luna would have without a doubt classified them as a brand new level of perfection. Nobody in the discotheque could even compare.

Crowe was spinning around in the tall man’s arms, like she weighed nothing but air as he moved her like a puppet, ensnared in her own strings.

“That man…” Luna swallowed. “Nyx Ulric…?”

Indeed it was, there was no doubt about it. She could have recognized the profile of his body from a million similar ones— that and his peculiar haircut.

The Princess opened her mouth in awe, watching the couple performing some incredible stunts, easily defined as dangerous. Nyx lifted Crowe by taking her by her hips and rotating her in the air like a whirligig, catching her in a sensual pose. Her long leg rested on his side, his nose on her collarbone. Crowe didn’t stand still, but indulged a moment in that position, only to drag herself up by holding onto his neck and crawling up to him, reaching for his mouth and almost kissing him. Luna held her breath, anticipating them to begin kissing in front of them all, but Crowe simply smiled and backed off, her body swinging. The crowd showed its disappointment by cheering and screaming, but neither Crowe nor Nyx cared, continuing their dancing as if they were the only two in the hall.

“They look great together,” Luna said, full of admiration.

Pelna face palmed; it probably wasn’t the first time he heard that. Libertus smirked and got closer so Luna would be able to hear him.

“Yeah. You’d think they’re a couple, wouldn’t you?”

“Aren’t they?”

“Nah. Not since we were kids.”

Luna looked backed at the two Glaives. They were swinging their hips so close to one another that it made heat in Luna’s cheeks climb. It was lewd.

“He just grabbed her thighs!” Luna exclaimed, pointing at them scandalized. Libertus laughed.

“Well, this is how our Galahdian dances work.”

The song quickly finished and with it Crowe and Nyx, smiling and sweating, stopped their dancing. They looked like they were having fun, letting themselves go, and that touched a hard note in Luna’s heart. Their faces shined so bright it made them look like stars in the middle of a thousand dark meteorites. Luna knew immediately what to call that feeling inside her: Envy. Not jealousy. Or at least, that was what she initially thought.

The two Glaives decided to take a break and approached Libertus and Pelna, their closest friends, both freezing in place when they noticed the Princess.

“You gotta be kidding me,” Nyx groaned, eyes widening. Crowe covered her mouth stepping ahead as fast as she could.

“Your Highness, why are you here?” Even if meeting Crowe was the purpose of her entire breakout, Luna was now hesitant in seeing her. Maybe because it was the first time they met outside of her time on duty. Or, maybe, because she just saw her dancing senseless with one of the most attractive men in the Kingsglaive. The way their bodies had touched…

“I … I carried a watermelon.”

Crowe looked at her for a several seconds straight, saying nothing. There was no polite answer to such a stupid statement. Luna curled her lips in a grimace. Why did she have to make herself so ridiculous?

“I carried a watermelon…?” Luna repeated.

“Ok, you have to go back before your father - or your brothers - find out!” Crowe said, shaking her head in frustration. She seemed determined in taking the situation into her own hands, quite literally. She took the Princess’ shoulder and made her turn around.

“No!” Luna immediately objected. “It’s too late and I’m already here! Let me stay for a little longer. Just go on! Dance and have fun, Crowe! Nothing bad could possibly happen to me in a room full of Glaives.”

Crowe hesitated, looking at Luna’s big blue eyes. Since she was charged with her safety, Crowe had grown extremely protective of the Princess, so much so that she easily behaved more like a mother than a bodyguard. And, just like a mother, she couldn’t say no to the innocent blue eyes staring up at her, batting her lashes.

“Fine, but just ten more minutes. I’ll get to have another dance. Stay here and if someone recognize you, don’t say anything. Just come to me,” she said, raising a finger toward Luna. Luna internally jubilated, but only slightly smiled to show her joy.

“Thank you! Anyway, I didn’t know you guys could dance like this, it’s–” Luna gestured, “—amazing! Where did you learn?”

“It’s just our heritage,” Nyx explained, taking the drink Pelna was offering to him. He took a long sip. There was sweat on his face and neck, but he seemed used to it— from the battlefield and the dance floor.

“Really? So, Sir Ostium, can you dance like that, too?”

Nyx almost spit his drink out in an attempt of hiding his explosive laugh. Wiping away the liquid with his bare arm, he started to chuckle, amused.

Libertus showed his salty side. “Ah-ah-ah, yeah, make fun of me. This doesn’t make me less Galahdian than people dancing like animals in their spare time. I just have other … Gifts. Yeah, that’s it.”

Nyx clicked his tongue and shrugged.

“Sure, tell the Princess more about it. In the meantime, me and Crowe are gunna have another dance. Shall we?” Crowe clearly agreed because she was already pulling him on the dance floor, eager to continue to move.

“Is she gunna be ok?” Nyx asked when they were alone again. He couldn’t really understand her willingness to let the Princess stay in the discotheque.

“She would never forgive me if I didn’t let her stay,” Crowe explained.

“The Princes will kill you if they find out.”

“I know.” The brunette stuck her body to his and started to roll, following the beat. Nyx initially went along with it, but his gaze kept sneaking to the Princess, as if he was worried for her. Crowe noticed this, smirking.

“Invite her to dance.” Nyx heard the sentence but he could hardly understand it. It didn’t even sound like words. He frowned and tried to focus harder on Crowe.

“What?”

“Invite her to dance. She’s looking at you like something to eat. I bet she wouldn’t say no.”

Nyx glanced at Luna, whose mouth was opened wide, watching them from afar. The innocence and the marvel on her aristocratic face was almost funny to admire, so dissonant with the situation, but at the same time it was so appealing that Nyx could hardly hide his interest. He indulged the thought, just for a moment, wondering how it would feel to pull her closer in a dance. The mere thought set his guts on fire.

“Something to eat? I’d say she’s looking at us like she’s at the zoo.”

Crowe giggled, but now Nyx was hesitant. They pirouetted and danced for a little more, but then Nyx grew courageous and entrusted the brunette to Pelna - who literally couldn’t have wished for a better chance - and waved at the Princess. As he offered his hand to her, he enjoyed the panic forming on her face.

“Me? No… Not a good idea.” Of course she would have refused in the beginning, but Nyx tried again, hoping for a more positive response. She was so beautiful in that moment, her cheeks burning red. He didn’t know what was he was possibly thinking, but he just knew that giving up wasn’t an option.

“C'mon.” He moved his fingers.

“I can waltz. Not this.”

“I’ll teach you.”

Nyx took her hand gently but firmly and this time she let him, even though she looked at Crowe in the vain hope to receive some support. When they reached the center of the dance floor, the Glaive positioned himself in front of her and gently lifted her chin.

“Look at me.” She did and their eyes glued together. “The basis is simple. Just slowly roll your hips.” And as he said so, he rested his hands on her waist, causing her to panic. Luna’s face flushed even a more fluorescent shade of red, her expression no doubt panicked, but Nyx decided to ignore her embarrassment and simply started to guide her. He began to slowly roll her hips, hoping that the movement would give her an example.

After a moment of hesitance, Luna imitated him.

“Yes. Good.” He bit down on his lip in an extremely attractive smirk, which should have been considered illegal. “Now this.” He started to sway, increasing the pace as she managed to move correctly. He looked satisfied on how quick she learned, and due to her movements he grew more comfortable. He even dared to pull her closer, her entire body attached to his.

“Oh, my…” she gasped, but Nyx smiled even wider, taking advantage on her distraction to use his leg to open hers. “Nyx Ulric!” she protested in a little yell, though it did nothing but make him laugh. Pushing her to do something so clearly out of her comfort zone felt like heaven.

He continued, “Just follow me.”

And she did.

Nyx felt her loosen her tension a bit so he could guide her by moving his legs to the beat.

Luna was surprised by how her own body could react to his and to the music, and she actually started to let loose and have fun. She put her arms around his neck and abandoned herself to the rhythm.

“See? You’re way better than you thought!” Nyx couldn’t hide his surprise, but welcomed her initiative in her movements. When he put his palms on her hips, touching her greedily like he usually did when he danced with Crowe, he forgot for a moment that he had the Princess of Eos in his hands and not another common Galahdian immigrant.

He should have shown more respect, should have pulled his hands off. But he didn’t. He couldn’t.

On the contrary, he delicately pushed against her, enjoying the view of her bare neck falling back. He pulled her up and hugged her close again, smelling the strawberry scent of her hair, touching the soft skin of her earlobe with his nose. But, like anything, it was bound to end. The song was fading into another and so their dance was officially over. Neither of them had expected the sudden feeling of loss, though neither allowed it to show.

“Another one?” Luna immediately asked but Nyx shook his head, laughing.

“Maybe next time,” he said, glancing at Crowe who was already heading in their direction. Her eyebrows were high on her face, and the smile on her lips said that she knew something more than she dared to say.

“Sorry to interrupt, but the Princess really needs to go home now.”

Nyx pulled his hands off her waist with a certain reluctance and Luna followed.

“C'mon, your Highness,” Crowe pleaded, taking Luna by the arm as she gently pulled her away.

Nyx and Luna looked at each other for another second before parting ways, a strange emotion fueling their bodies. A sort of heat which would have been normal in every dancer. But in their case, it wasn’t normal at all.

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Once Crowe took her home - leading her through some secret corridors anyone other than the Glaive would never have been aware of - Luna found her room annoyingly silent and boring. She kept singing in her head the Galahdian songs she heard at the discotheque, moving her feet to a rhythm beating only in her memory.

She brushed her teeth and cleaned her skin, catching in the mirror an unusual glow in her eyes and the rose color of her cheeks. She had fun like she never had before, and all of the fun and energy seemed good for her skin. A smile was something so rare to grace her face. After all, royal life didn’t offer a lot to smile about.

Thinking about all that, she passed a hand over her neck, waist, and thighs, following the burning trace Nyx left behind. She smiled again, heart beating fast like a drum. And, for the first time in forever, she didn’t wish to go to sleep just to have pleasant dreams. —————-

The next morning Crowe knocked at her door, punctual as always. She looked the same as every time before, wearing her usual Kingsglaive’s uniform. Her posture was that of a soldier and her words were as professional as always.

“Milady.” The little bow made Luna nearly laugh.

“Oh, please, Crowe. I saw you dance half naked in a Galahdian pub yesterday. Let’s not pretend we are not over the formalities now,” she giggled, in a semi confidential tone. Crowe smirked, raising an eyebrow. “I wanted to pretend yesterday didn’t happen.”

“But… it did. And you can call me Lunafreya, now. However, I’ll keep your secret so you won’t have any troubles with my family. It was my choice, after all.”

Crowe answered her with a simple nod and together they left Luna’s room and entered the palace corridors. Some Crownsguard positioned at the exits greeted the Princess and her heels clicked on the marble tiles, but everything else was perfectly, peacefully, silent.

When they got closer to the main entrance, they crossed Noctis, Luna’s youngest brother. Without even saying a word, he reached out for Luna. She quickly kissed him on the cheek and parted ways.

That was their relationship; they really didn’t need to say much outloud for others to hear. They cared for and protected each other, sharing the same point of view about most things. But at the same time they didn’t suffocate each other.

With Ravus, it was…. different. He was the first child of the line of Lucis, but due to his tormented personality, their father Regis had chosen to put him as the leader of the army, while Noctis became the official heir to the throne.

It was a deal that everyone accepted, in the end.

In the huge court of the Citadel’s palace, a shiny car waited for the Princess.

As she appeared on the top of the stairs, the two Glaives on duty stood up in a military salute. Luna smiled, recognizing Nyx and Libertus.

She bowed to them both, though she did take a moment to look in their eyes for a brand new complicity that she immediately knew she loved. But she also knew who was the true reason beyond the crazy beat of her heart.

“Sir Ulric …” Luna whispered, waiting for him to take her hand, as to help her into the car. “Your Highness.” Nyx’s smirk would have illuminated Lestallum for a week if the power station had needed the wattage.

Libertus noticed, shaking his head as he jumped behind the wheel, Crowe sitting in the front next to him. Nyx and Luna positioned themselves in the back-seat.

“Welcome aboard,” Libertus started as they readied to leave, his tone a serious, mocking sound that made Luna nearly laugh. “Our destination is Insomnia’s theater, where the daughter of King Regis and Queen Sylva will have some kind of business that I don’t really know anything about. I hope you will have a comfortable journey. Please put on your seat belt, do not talk to the driver, and to lower the volume of your voice as to not disturb the other passengers. The arrival time is scheduled for 10:15 AM. The temperature outside is 23 degrees. We hope you have a safe journey and we thank you for choosing Kingsglaive airlines.”

Crowe gave him a punch on the leg and he cried loudly, dramatic as always. Nyx covered his face, unsure of what suave phrase he could say that would have made the girls smile.

“Shut up and drive, Lib.”

“So Princess. Did you like your few hours of freedom yesterday?”

For some reason, Luna peered at Nyx through her eyelashes, her cheeks flushing red, and got even more flustered when she noticed he was avoiding her gaze. “Yes, I … I did.”

Libertus smirked and looked at her in the rearview mirror. “Did you now? Goooood, so you’re gonna be there next month, when Nyx and Crowe are going to debut on stage?”

“Libertus!” Nyx immediately protested.

“What?” Libertus acted like he had done nothing wrong, just like the clueless punk he always was.

“Debut on stage?” Such a phrase clearly switched the Princess’ attention on. Whatever it was, she was determined to learn more.

“It’s nothing, your Highness,” Nyx answered.

“Well, it’s not really 'nothing’…” Crowe decided that at that point it was safe to let Luna know. “Nyx and I signed up for a famous dance competition. There’s a lot of money at stake, enough money to go back to Galahd and start rebuilding our homes.”

“Oh.” Luna’s heart inevitably ached. “You want to go back home.”

There was silence. Nobody could say that living in Insomnia was bad, since King Regis had been generous with the Kingsglaive, but they still were only immigrants. Even after years, Insomnia wasn’t their home.

The car left the Citadel and entered into the core of the city, hitting only a bit of traffic at rush hour.

“Anyway, Princess, you should come to see them,” Libertus continued, trying to put a cheerful note on their conversation.

“No, she doesn’t,” Nyx said.

“C'mon, bud.” Libertus turned around a bit to look his friend in the eyes. “Don’t be like that, it could be —”

All of a sudden, Crowe grabbed the instrumental panel of the car to hold on a she screamed.

“Niffs!!”

“Libertus—watch out!”

Libertus turned around, but it was too late. All that Luna remembered was Nyx sheltering her with his own body, pushing her against the soft material of the seat. After that, only black.

——————

“They were lucky to survive. The car is absolutely destroyed. The attack was nothing but the result of a mad man who had not plan other than to start shooting. He wasn’t even in touch with the resistance, and is now under arrest. However, the two Glaives that sat in the front won’t be able to walk for a while, but the doctors say they will heal. They’ll just need time. The Princess is safe, thanks to Nyx Ulric, who was miraculously uninjured as well.”

—————

“What about the competition, Nyx?” Crowe whispered from the bed of the hospital as her friend reached out for her hand.

He was sad when he said, “All that matters is that you and Libertus are alive. You had me scared.”

But Crowe shook her head, causing herself unnecessary pain. She was covered in bandages, resembling more a mummy than a human.

“You still can participate. Maybe you should just find another partner.”

“Oh really? Do you think it’s that easy to find someone on our level here in Insomnia, Crowe?” Nyx asked, rolling his eyes.

“I’ll do it.” The Princess, who had been on her way into the hospital room, had heard everything.

Nyx was flabbergasted, staring at her with such a shocked expression that it could have been easily confused with panic.

“You’re in this condition because you were guarding me. Let me try and do my best to repay you for the damage I put you through.”

#lunyx #lunafreya nox fleuret #nyx ulric #kingsglaive #obina writes and this is weird

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Who wants a reincarnation au?

As mentioned in the Halloween count down for Fate, I have a rencarnation au. Figured I’d put it out there so you can request for them in this au.

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Artoria Pendragon:

She decends from a high ranking mage family that has been around for centruies

Although her sister Morgan is a far better mage than she is

She currently attends a private school in the English contryside, although later will studdy at the clock tower

So will her sister

They make an unstopable team

She’s a straight A student though

While her sister, Morgan, is very feminine and excells at mage craft, Artoria often struggles with feminine persuntes such as make up (Although she is fond of skin care) and prefers fencing to actual magic

As such she’s a member of her schools fencing team

Owns both the boys and girls uniform

Will switch between them depending on how she’s feelings

Most teachers don’t care but sometimes she gets yelled at for wearing the boys uniform

Highly gifted in classes surrouning English Litrature or the Dramatic Arts

Often auditions for the male roles

Although she doesn’t mind playing women

One year she played Lady Macbeth and got a standing ovation

Less talented in subjects like Maths

Due to her gentamanly manner she has gained many female admires due to her kindness and willingness to beat up a dude if he’s hassling someone

She also has many male admiries

However, most want to break her and make her into their little pet

We all know who I’m talking about right?

Friends with an Irish boy called Diarmuid

They form the gentamanly duo of the school

So many love confessions

This dude called Gil also likes to hang around them

It started as him trying to impress her but then he just kinda became apart of the group?

How did it even happen?

Unofrtunaly Artoria also has a few stalkers

Once again, we all know who I’m talking about?

At one point her father encouraged her to take their siduel but she declied as Morgan was a far better choice for the family head

I mean her magic is amazing guys

She’s a prodogy

In the future I see her becoming a teacher for both mage craft but also English and Swordplay

Even after graduating she continues her fencing as a hobby and travels to many locations with her two friends from school

Diarmuid Ua Duibhne:

His parents loved old knight stories, thus the name

While he isn’t much of a mage he finds magic facinating and found out about it by accident when he overheared Artoria talking to Morgan

That’s actually how they met

She made him swear on his life he wouldn’t tell and started hangging around him to make sure he didn’t

They became friends from there

His grades could be better but as long as he’s passing he doesn’t care

He’s actually very talented with words and writes rather romantic poetry

It makes Gil vomit

Artoria finds it sweet

He and Gil did not get along at all at first

You can’t treat Artoria like that damn it!

They eventually settle their diffrences

He palyed Macbeth alongside Artoria

And he was brilliant

Not as good as Artoria but still amazing

As stated before he’s one of the schools gentlemanly duo

Gets confessed to at least once a day

So gentle when he turns them down

People confess just to be tuned down so they can hear it

He’s so sweet

Has a crush on one of his upperclassmen for a few years

But she’s in a relationship

Don’t be that guy!

Actually has a rather nice singging voice

Yes he’s in a band

So many fangirls

Oh my god so many

In the future he persues his music career and gets signed rather quickly

Girls go crazy for him

Sells so well

Often uses his tours as an excuse to travel with his two friends

Gilgamesh:

Okay he forces everyone to call him Gil because he thinks his actual name is stupid

Who calls their kids Gilgimehs and Enkidu (His little bro)

an archilogist and a mage thats who

His mother is an archilogist and his father a mage

While he did inherit some magic from his father his brother is far better at it

That’s why he studies at the clock tower and Gil doesn’t

Doesn’t have to many friends at first

He’s up himself who would want to be friends with that?

Very do you know who my father is

fuck off mate

Great at history man

Great at most classes

Straight A student

Feels the need to make up for his failue as a mage to his father

At first he was a creep and flirted with Artoria because he wanted to be the guy to tame the lion

Once they’re friends it turns into a huge joke

Mostly

Now he kind of actually wants to date her? Maybe?

But he’s got a good thing going

A bit of a show off

This is where Diarmuid comes in

He’s like 80% of Gil’s impulse control

Joined a band and forced Diarmuid to join

He plays the drums

Lets him get out his agression

Can also play the guitar if needed

Not really interested in persuing a career in it though

Opens a restraunt instead

He themes it to babalon

His name is Gilgamesh might as well use it

It’s actually pretty sucessful

His first trip once out of school was a tour of all the areas that are recorded to be apart of Mesopatamia

Drags the others with him

This is all a huge joke to him

Hassan-i-Sabbah:

A member of an organised crime cindicate

Not much is known about them

He has a private tutor and rarely speaks to people outside his families circle

Very few friends

Thats about it

Lancelot du Lac:

Another famous mage family

Is tutored by his father for much of his life

He lives in a small town in France

Probibly like in Normandy or something

Met Artoria when he began studying in the Clock tower and the two became quick friends

Although he’s not apart of their trio when traveling he gets along rather well with the others

Although he does question Artoira’s friendship with Gil

Very talented at Mage craft

A bit of a perfectionsit

Might have a crush on Artoria but he’s not sure about if she likes him back

Or even is she likes guys for the matter

He’s a quiet dude and often prefres reading to going out drinking or anything with his freinds

And when he does go drinking with them he’s always the sober one that makes sure they don’t do the stupid shit they try to

Artoria get down from that wall!

Gil don’t climb the tree!

Diarmuid I expected better from you

Honestly, he’s kinda just a good guy if a little nieve at times

Alexander the Great:

Yo, dude is popular with everyone

In school he’s kind of a history nerd

Loves history books

He was also a huge gamer

But he was popular because he was just so nice and cheerful most of the time

Not to mention he protected everyone!

Walk home all the people who feel scared

Seriously though

People come to him when they feel unsafe and he walks them home

Also flirts a lot

Pretty girls, cute and mature

Cute boys, he prefers them to be smol so he can pick them up easy but doesn’t mind if they aren’t

Just all the humans

You’re non-binary? He’s all about inclusion and acceptance you’re getting flirted with too!

He just loves everyone

(I mean he’s essentually canoncialy bi but I feel like he could be pan)

Once he graduates he enters his families buissness

They’re some really big company

And he becomes Jumin Han to C&R levels important

And what does he do with his money?

Spends it on others of course!

He’s a suagr daddy now

Most of the time it’s non romantic and non sexual sugar babies

But if he finds someone he likes he might persue something more with them

Just date the big guy, he’s a sweetie

Gilles de Rais;

Remember Artoria’s stalker?

This is him

He decends from a long line of mages

And studies abrawed at the English private school

Which is where he stalkes Artoria

He blood liniage intreegs him

Pendragon was an ancient king how can you not be facinated by a family sharing the name?

He’s very creepy

Later in life he gets involved in a murder and ends up in jail for life

Shirou Emiya;

....do I... Do I really need to write for him?

Medusa:

A half greek student at an Amrican public school

Got a big family

Her two older sister keep setting her up on blind dates

But the fact that she’s blind often turns people off dating her

Someone find her a nice partner

Please

She doesn’t deserve this

Friends with a boy called Heracles who lives down the road from her

She got lost once and he helped her home

He’s actually rather sweet, if a bit short tempered

To bad he has a girlfriend right

Or well that’s how her sisters see it

She doesn’t talk to much

Enjoys scilence

Finds it easier to read

She’s obsessed with Homer’s epics and Greek mythology

It’s where she got her name from after all

She loves kids

Plans to go into child care in the future

Heracles:

His parents are imigrants to America

Their lives were hard but they don’t want his to be so they work so hard

Heracles is very thankful for this

He’s got a bit of an anger issue but he’s been working on it and he’s getting better!

You go baby! you got this

Not the best in schools

He struggles to read and pay attention in class

His girlfriend helps him study so he doesn’t fail

Speaking of girlfriends!

Meg is a sweet girl who’s family are pretty well off

Heracles often wonders why she’d pick a guy like him when she could have had so many guys

It’s a sweet relationship and they end up getting married after graduating

Cu Chulainn:

His parents were obsessed with Irish mythology

And he embraces his name! Unlike some other people we know

That’s right Gil!

Cu is judging you!

His family traveled around a lot when he was younger but they ended up setteling down in the English contryside

While he doesn’t attend school with the trio he sees them in town a lot

Its a small town

Where else will they go

Admires Artoria and Diarmuid and Artoria’s ability to be gentlemen

But also admires Gil’s ability to be a dick and somehow still get the ladies

Sometime he talks to them

Specificaly when they come to his families store

They run a magic/spiritual shop

What you thought this kid was normal?

He’s the rencarnation of the son of the god of fucking light

ain’t no way this kid doesn’t have some magic

On the topic of his magic

I have this headcannon that there is a magic like that we see him use in the anime but most don’t use it anylonger due to it being old and the need for fay blood to use it

Well guess who can use it

That’s right this mage family!

He’s rather talented in it but the style is looked down on most mage families as it’s viewed as primitive

Fuck you he’s gonna brun down your whole hose with one movement!

Cu is actually rather popular with them ladies

He’s a bit of a bad boy, ya know?

But as soon as he’s in a relationship boy is loyal

Although there are many temptations

Medea

Oh my pour child!

She needs a break

She get’s one

You don’t have to marry Jason in this life

Aphrodite can’t touch you here

Another mage

She studies at the clock tower and confesses her atraction to Artoria early in her first year of knowing her

Of course Artoria lets her down gently

They stay aqucainted

She’s extreemly talented

Prodogy child

But has a bad habbit of dating guys that are rather cruel

Someone get her a best friend to smack some sense into her

She ends up as a teacher at the clocktower when she graduates

Sasaki Koujirou:

His family runs a sword fighting school in Japan

They’re proud of their linigae

Claiming to be able to trace their family line back centuries

And that it’s full of amazing fighters

He’s a rather talented fighter and proud of his family name

Many of the people he attands school with admire his dedication

Another who get’s many confessions

He’s just so cool and colected

Hard to not get a crush on him

While he’s gone on a few dates with the people who confess to him he’s never felt a spark

he’s sure when he meets the one he’ll feel it

Belives very strongly in soulmates, you see

Spends most of his free time at home

His family are really traditional too, so no shoes in the house

He wears a kimono a lot

They own an old house too

Like the Emiya estate

So he speands a lot of his time doing things most would consider boring or useless today instead of say watching TV

Dude parctices calligraphy for fun

He’s pretty odd in that sense that at home it’s kind of like a diffrent century

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you and me, take tomorrow off

The sound of the phone ringing jolted me wide awake from halfhearted slumber. Our landline pumped the bedroom with shrill bursts of sound. John slept through it, oblivious as ever.

I glanced at the clock. 1:30 AM. Had to be one of the children calling. I mentally steeled myself for the worst and picked up the phone, “Hello?”

“Meredith?”

“Abby?”

“Yeah!” Her tone was excited and bubbly and she wasn’t slurring on her words so I immediately ruled out any possibility that she was drunk and in trouble.

“Meredith — we’re engaged!”

I paused, the wheels in my head frantically turning as I tried to wake myself up and say something coherent back. “Who’s engaged?”

Strike one.

“Uh, Marc and I are.” Abby said slowly then laughed, “Who else?”

“Oh. Oh! Well, that’s nice honey.”

Strike two and I was on my way to striking out entirely. In the history of being the mother to my daughter, I had never had the type of relationship with her where we could refer to one another as “honey.” I guess you could say our relationship was best summed up with the discussion I had with her as she was entering the first grade. That was the year where I encouraged her to call me by my first name, Meredith, when addressing me. It was also the year I got dragged into a parent/teacher conference at the school where the teachers were horrified by the thought that my child would not call me mom. I sat and smoked a cigarette, assuring them it was fine because it was a lesson to teach her early on that we were going to be on the same playing field as one another.

John, my second husband and Abby and Noah’s father, had a different take on it, “You don’t want them to call you mom because you never thought you would be a mom.”

Maybe he was right. Deep down, I never understood why I had to let go of who I was for kids. In my mind’s eye, I sat at 3 AM awake outside with my wine glass and books. I had wanted to curb a traditional motherhood from happening so I placed the rules early on to both of my children that ours would be a different relationship together.

On the other end, I heard Abby going quiet. I cleared my throat and tried again, hoping for something better to come out of my mouth, “I didn’t mean it like that. I just mean... Are you sure?”

Strike three and I was out. As the words tumbled out of my mouth, I wanted to take them all back but knew I couldn’t. They lay scattered before us in a messy heap everywhere.

The next thing I heard was Abby scowling and muttering in a whisper, “I’m in the bathroom now. You’re lucky I didn’t have the phone on speaker!”

“I’m lucky?”

“How dare you say something like that to me! You, the same person who has been badgering at me for years with the same boomer lifestyle rhetoric — get into a relationship, get engaged, get married, have a child! I’m finally doing it and all you can say back to me is ‘are you sure?’ What does that even mean?“

“Abby, it’s 1:30 in the morning you have to realize that you’re not catching me at my best right now.”

“Why would you ask me that?”

“I don’t know! I’m barely even awake and you’re screaming at me for something I mumbled when I was tired.”

“You knew full well what you were mumbling!”

“I did not — you know what, let’s not with this discussion. Hooray for your engagement, we’re thrilled for you, clap, clap, clap.”

“That was the FLATTEST congratulations I have ever heard!”

Next to me, John rustled awake and sat up yawning, “Is that Abby?”

“Hold on, your dad is waking up.” I covered the phone and turned to him, “She’s engaged.”

“Oh yeah? That’s great news. I’m gonna go to the living room and see what’s on HBO.”

I uncovered the phone, “Hello?”

“What did he say?” Abby asked.

“He thinks it’s great news.”

“Really? Can I talk to him?”

“No, he’s going to the living room to watch TV.”

“What?”

“He wants to see what’s on HBO.”

“Okay that’s just great then! Your ONLY daughter gets engaged and I have my mother asking me if I’m sure about it and my dad opting to watch TV instead of talk to me.”

“What can I say, we are who we are.”

“You know what? I bet Facebook and Instagram will be way more receptive to this than you both have been!”

“Yeah well, Facebook and Instagram don’t have to pay for a wedding either. Which reminds me, unless you want to do this shindig in the backyard of our house we can’t offer you any financial assistance in that department.”

“And the nightmare just keeps getting worse.”

I started laughing, “Silly girl, don’t you know your parents don’t have any money? Also, this reminds me that your creditors keep calling here about your student loans.”

“Did you tell them I died?”

“I have a better idea. Why don’t you just make a payment?”

“Can’t do that. Not on the level they want money anyway. Better just to fake my death at this point.”

“Dead girl walking and planning a wedding. You could blog about this.”

“Actually that reminds me. For a wedding present, I think instead of buying me stuff from a registry everyone should put their money together into a coffer to pay off my loans.”

“Abby, knock it off.”

“I’m serious! Paying that loan off will take me further in life than silverware and a couch ever will.”

“We’re not paying off your loans before ours get paid off first. How about you do this wedding up shotgun style? Get married at a chapel in the middle of nowhere and hit the road on a lam to avoid your debt? Then we can finally do the one thing parents dream of and fake our daughter’s death before her student loans destroy her.”

“You know what I’m going to hang up and call you tomorrow morning so we can talk like adults. This is the one thing you wanted me to do my whole life and I’m doing it and it’s still not enough for you!”

“Sounds like a fabulous idea. I’ll have had my coffee then and I can indulge you in your fantasies of having an expensive wedding that will never come true.”

“Meredith!”

“Just start looking in your local Goodwill shops for a cheap wedding dress.” I started laughing on the other end of the line, “And maybe... Maybe we can send you a twenty dollar bill in the mail to front a Funfetti cake.”

“I’m hanging up!” Abby huffed and I kept laughing, “Good night and congrats, Abby. We’ll talk more in the morning.”

She hung up without saying goodbye and I smiled at the phone a little bit affectionately. It reminded me of another parent/teacher conference I had to go to once in the second grade when I got in trouble for letting her watch a rated-R movie which she recapped the entirety of to her class.

“What is wrong with you?” I remembered one of the teachers chiding me, “She is a child. A child should not be discussing the plot points of Thelma & Louise in front of her classmates. That movie has a sex scene and violence!”

I tapped my shoe on the linoleum and sighed, “They’re kids, not stupid. Better to give them a taste of the world early on so they know what they’re getting into.”

I gathered my robe around me and walked out into the living room where John sat on the couch with the TV on.

He grinned at me, “She’s getting married.”

“Do you really think so?”

“Oh who knows?” John grimaced, “But I’ve never met a more cocky guy than Marc Schuart and I knew your first husband!”

“I want to be more excited about this, I really do.” I sighed, “But it’s a whole new world out there for people getting married today. She’s just got this vision of how she wants her life to be.”

“Yeah well, that’s most millennials for ya.”

“But you and I know how it really is out there. I’m just afraid that the vision and the reality won’t match up. And I get worried sometimes that she’s missing out on all the good, simple stuff out there.”

My mind shifted to recalling leaving that second grade classroom after talking to Abby’s teachers. Outside of the room, Abby sat in a plastic chair, her legs dangling in the air, still too short to touch the ground. “Hey kiddo.”

“Did I get in trouble for talking about Thelma & Louise in front of everyone?”

“Kind of. They weren’t thrilled that you got a class of 25 kids begging their parents to rent the movie from Blockbuster.”

“I should never said anything like that out loud. Next time, I’ll be quiet.” Abby looked down at her uniform skirt.

I knelt down next to her, “Abby, look at me.”

She lifted her head and I saw her eyes were lined with tears, “I’m sorry, Meredith.”

In that moment, I swore I saw a piece of my daughter disappear right before my eyes. A part of her that resisted the urge to be wild because it wasn’t the norm. My heart stung and beat hard, furious at the world for trying to damn her already.

“Don’t be sorry.” I whispered, “Having a pop culture inclined brain is nothing to apologize for. In fact, it’s an asset. It’ll keep you surviving while everyone else dies a little bit more and more inside every day.”

“Why don’t we do this?” I continued, “You and me, take tomorrow off and have a Hollywood day. Drive up the coast, go shopping on Robertson, listen to some cool music, get lunch at a cafe, and go to the movies together. I’ll take you to go see Interview with the Vampire.”

“I’ve been DYING to see that one! I read the Anne Rice book you gave me!”

“I know you did because I found it dogeared in your bed the other day when I was making it! High five!” We high fived each other.

“Just so you know,” Abby said as she hopped off the chair, “I’m VERY mature for my age. I can handle vampire movies.”

“You don’t need to tell me twice that you’re mature, lady. I know this about you!”

“Meredith?”

I was jerked into the present as John stared at me, “Hello in there?”

“Yeah, I’m here I’m here. Uh,” I thought for a second, “Well, you know if this is a thing that Abby wants to do then all we can do is support her through it. She can learn her own lessons in time. I’m sure it will be good for her. He’ll be good for her. It’ll all work out as she wants it to.”

I smiled at him. Suddenly, I began to feel excited about the prospect of seeing my only independent daughter get married to a man who was the most financially self-assured person I had ever met in my life. “This is her dream and I think we’re here to try to make it a reality.”

“Even though we don’t look anything like Marc’s family.”

“Hey, it takes all kinds!”

“So, we’re doing this then? We’re on the wedding track for our girl?” John grinned, “I’m all in if you are.”

I laughed, “Let’s do it. Let’s get this girl married and hooked onto a financial lifesaver!”

“His name is Marc, he is a person too.”

“Whatever. You know what I mean.”

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