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cannibalizedyke · 2 years

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Wizarding Water Parks Are Weird

George Weasley x Muggleborn!Reader

Request: Could you please write some George Weasley x Reader fluff? Maybe they are going to a water park or beach?

Gender: Female

Warnings: I don't think there are any?? But lemme know if I'm wrong

Word Count: 2,136

A/N: Yeah, so I kinda got carried away lmaooo. This is the longest fic I've ever written, and tbh I just took a simple request and turned it into an excuse to make an entire wizarding water park exist. It's fun tho, it's very chaotic but I laughed out loud many times with writing it, so I think it should be an enjoyable read. Love y'all, hope you enjoy!! Also I tried to find a picture cause I like to have them on my fics but I couldn't find one that fit so we're just gonna do without.

“Get up.” Your boyfriend flicks you on the head.

“Ow!” You swat him away, shooting a glare in his direction. “No ‘Good morning, (Y/N), I love you’?”

George rolls his eyes, sighs dramatically, and lies down next to you. “Good morning, (Y/N), I love you.” He gives you a quick peck on the lips. “Now get up.”

You stick your tongue out at him, but roll off your mattress anyway. “Why? What’s happening?”

He gets off the bed as you pull your outfit for the day out of your suitcase. “We’re going to the water park!”

You raise your eyebrows. “The water park? I don’t know why, but I didn’t expect that to be one of the things I did on my first summer break with wizards.”

George looks confused. “Really? Water parks are so cool, though! Muggles have them??”

You give him a weird look. “Yes…? They’re a pretty standard thing… whatever, whatever. I’ll get ready.” You give him a smile and wait for him to leave. He doesn’t. “That means you need to leave.”

“Oh! Oh, right, right.” He gives you another quick kiss before walking toward the door, slightly embarrassed. “Love you! Sorry!”

“Love you, too!” You call after him as he leaves. You laugh to yourself as you pull on your clothes. Merlin, do you love him. He’s an idiot, but that’s why, you think. Plus, it’s not like you’re not an idiot, too. You’re idiots together, and that’s what makes you perfect for each other.

You walk out of Ginny’s room to find everyone already eating breakfast. You squeeze a chair in between George and Hermione and peck George on the cheek. “So, when are we leaving?” you ask, grabbing yourself a cauldron cake.

“As soon as you’re finished eating, dear,” Mrs. Weasley says, collecting dishes from the people who have already finished - everyone but you, who just arrived, and Ron, who had been there since breakfast started, but wouldn’t stop eating.

You finish your cauldron cake as quickly as you can and hand Mrs. Weasley your plate with a quick “thank you”. You head back to Ginny’s room with her and Hermione so you can get your things for the waterpark.

“So, what makes a water park in the wizarding world different from one in the muggle world?” Hermione asks as she packs her swimsuit, sunscreen, a hat, sunglasses, a book, and more things that would be tedious to list if you tried. (She wants to be prepared, she says.)

“Yeah,” you say, shoving your swimsuit in a tote bag before sitting down on your mattress. “George seemed shocked that muggles even had waterparks, so I’m assuming they’re a bit different here.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” replies Ginny, stealing your tote bag so she can stuff her swimsuit on top of yours. “I don’t really know anything about muggle water parks, so I can’t tell you how wizard ones are different. Guess you’ll just see when you get there.” She plops down next to you on your mattress and starts piling snacks into your bag. “By the way, I really want to steal your tote bag.”

You remove your bag from Ginny’s hands, much to her disappointment. “Absolutely not, I only have three.”

Hermione gives you a weird look. “Why do you need three tote bags?”

“One for school, one for personal use, and one spare just in case,” you inform her. “And also aesthetic.”

Before Hermione can respond, Ron barges into the room. “We’re leaving now.”

“Do you knock, Ron?” Ginny says, following him out of the room anyway.

Ron gives her a look as you and Hermione walk out after them.

George finds you and slips his hand into yours when you get outside. “Excited?”

You shrug. “I suppose. I don’t really know what this is gonna be like, so I guess I’m excited to find out.”

George smiles and squeezes your hand.

“All right, kiddos!” Mr. Weasley gives all of you a friendly smile, brandishing an ugly yellow teapot. “We’re going by portkey!”

“I don’t know why the fact that you’re holding a teapot surprises me,” says Harry as everyone clasps the portkey.

You feel a horrid sensation in your bellybutton as the world spins around you, yanking you till everything comes to focus. And wherever you end up is definitely not a waterpark. “Merlin,” you groan, rubbing your stomach as you look around. “I forgot how horribly uncomfortable that was. Also, what is this place?”

“Neptuland Water Park,” replies George, totally unhelpfully.

“This is a water park!?”

What it is is paradise. Literal paradise. Like, the gorgeous beach, perfect flowing waterfalls, colorful tropical island cliché of paradise. Except with mermaids and other fantastical sea creatures you’ve probably learned about in your History of Magic class but can’t remember the names of for the life of you. You glance at Harry and Hermione, who look just as star struck as you feel.

“Yeah?” George looks at you nervously. “Are you disappointed? I’m sorry if muggle water parks are better, I’ll ask Dad to take us back to the Burrow, I - “

“What!?” You give him a look of bewilderment. “No, no, this is amazing. Like, truly amazing. It’s like paradise, George, I’m just… a little bit in shock.”

George blinks. “Oh. Well, okay then! I’m glad you like it!” He smiles and you return it, still amazed by the scene around you.

“All right, everyone go change and then give me your things; I’ll put them in a locker.” Mrs. Weasley shoos you all over to an Atlantis-esque building you assume is a… changing area. Merlin, this place is insane.

You, Ginny, and Hermione follow Mrs. Weasley into the women’s section as Mr. Weasley leads the twins, Ron, and Harry into the men’s. You change into your swimsuit and hand Mrs. Weasley your tote bag after Ginny stuffs her clothes in it. (It took a lot of convincing to get her to leave the snacks, but you apparently weren’t supposed to bring outside refreshments to the water park.) You exit the changing area and find the boys already outside waiting for you.

“So, what do you wanna do first?” you ask George.

He doesn’t respond, mouth slightly open as he looks at you.

“George?”

He blinks, face going red. “S- sorry. I’ve just- You just look really good, is all.”

You pink slightly. “Oh, uh, thanks! You look really good, too.”

Fred snickers. “He’s just horny cause he’s never seen you in a swimsuit before.”

George goes impossibly redder. “Fred!”

Mrs. Weasley swats the older twin. “Stop teasing your brother, Frederick.”

Fred rolls his eyes, but walks away to bug Ron instead, which was not what Mrs. Weasley meant when she told him to stop teasing his brother.

“Fred!” she huffs, following him.

“Sorry about him,” George says sheepishly. “My misery is his pleasure, apparently.”

You laugh and squeeze his hand. “It’s okay. I enjoy seeing you blush over me,” you tease.

George flushes again, as if on cue, and you let out another laugh before dragging him toward the paradise that is apparently a water park. “C’mon, Loverboy, I’m not here to stand around doing nothing!”

“Oh- okay, um, let’s go to the Great Barrier Reef pool!”

You stop in your tracks and stare at him, mouth open. “The what!?”

“The Great Barrier Reef pool!” His explanations have been increasingly unhelpful. “You know, the pool that’s modeled after the Great Barrier Reef.”

Your expression does not get any less confused.

“Right, you don’t know, you’ve never been here before, I don’t know what I was thinking. Okay, so, this place is known for its lifelike replicas of famous bodies of water around the world. They have the Great Barrier Reef - my personal favorite - Dawes Glacier, the Dead Sea, Victoria Falls, and more - all replicated to be the size of a large pool and safe and comfortable enough for humans to swim in. It’s remarkable, and why Neptuland is my favorite water park. Nobody really knows this, but I’ve always wanted to travel, and these pools are the closest I’ve ever been able to get to that. Besides the trip to Egypt my family went on in my fourth year, I mean.”

“I- That’s- “ you stammer. “I mean, wow. That’s genuinely incredible.”

George’s face brightens. “Isn’t it!? Come on, let’s go!” It’s his turn to grab your hand and drag you toward the waterpark.

The Great Barrier Reef pool is exactly what George explained it to be - a literal pool version of the actual Great Barrier Reef. The water is clear and perfectly turquoise and the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. George drags you into the pool, and once underwater, you’re able to see an abundance of coral all around you. Scratch the water being the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen - this is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. You gasp involuntarily, and jolt back up the surface, choking and sputtering.

“(Y/N)!” George grabs your face, worried. “(Y/N/N), are you okay!?”

You cough out a ton of water and grin at him. “Yes!? This is the most amazing place I’ve ever seen!”

“Are you sure?? Cause you were just choking like a whole lot.”

“Yeah, but it was like, fun choking. I love this place!”

George laughs, bewildered, and shakes his head. “Merlin, I love you.”

You peck him on the lips. “I love you, too.” You dive back underwater and he follows suit, following you as you swim around the brightly colored coral. After a bit of swimming and resurfacing only for the purpose of making out - well, you suppose you also had to breathe, but it was mostly to make out - you sit up on the edge of the pool. “Okay, so what else is there to do?”

“Um… well, there are the water slides.”

You frown, a bit disappointed. “Water slides?” After the pool version of the literal Great Barrier Reef, you were expecting something a bit more… extravagant than water slides.

“I promise they’re cool,” George assures you, climbing out of the pool and grabbing your hand. “Come on!”

They are definitely cool, you discover when George leads you over to them. Apparently, when the wizarding world says “water slide” they mean a literal water slide. As in a slide made of water. This place is wild. It’s technically supposed to be one person a slide, but the security here is concerningly lax, so you and George are able to slide together without much issue. It’s amazingly fun; you’ve always enjoyed water slides, but this one is incredible - it moves as you go, which makes the ride unpredictable and so much more fun than a regular water slide. By the time you and George finally get tired of it, you’re both breathless and laughing and have been on close to a dozen times.

“Okay, what next?”

“There’s a lazy river, which is pretty relaxing - you just kinda float along a stream with pretty colored steam that smells nice - it kinda bores me, but it’s nice. Oh, and you can swim with mermaids.”

You make a face, remembering the creatures from the Triwizard Tournament. “Mermaids?”

“Not that kind,” he assures you. “These ones are nice; they’re paid to work here and entertain people.”

You nod, still dumbfounded even after being here for an hour. “I don’t care what we do,” you say, kissing him. You press your forehead to his and smile. “I just wanna spend time with you.”

George blushes and kisses you again, pulling you onto his lap. “I love you,” he murmurs against your lips.

“I love you, too,” you murmur back, running your hands through his hair as you deepen the kiss.

“Oi, Lovebirds!” Fred flicks George on the head, causing him to hastily break away from you.

“Ow!” George whines, rubbing the spot. “Do you mind?”

“No,” his brother says bluntly, “and we’re leaving, get dressed.”

George huffs as Fred walks away and kisses you one more time before getting up. “This was fun,” he says, smiling at you.

You smile back, getting on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “It was. Mostly cause I got to spend it with you.”

“Merlin, get a room.” Fred apparently wasn’t as far away as you thought.

George rolls his eyes, but the two of you finally stand up and walk back to the changing rooms. Everyone walks in, but George pulls you aside and wraps his arms around you. “Thanks for coming this summer,” he murmurs into your hair.

You look up at him with a smile. “Of course. I’ll always want to spend time with you and your family.”

He smiles back and you hear a groan.

“Please, just leave us alone, Fred - “

#george weasley x reader #george weasley x you #george weasley x y/n #george weasley x muggleborn!reader #george weasley #george weasley fluff #george weasley imagine

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prettyboykatsuki · 3 years

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comforting sleep deprived s/o | bnha

➳ incld ;; bakugo and kirishima

➳ warnings ;; none, just fluff, pro-hero!au

➳ wc ;; 1.8k overall.

➳ a/n ;; i haven’t slept properly in days. running on empty so this is how im coping. i love them.

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i. bakugo katsuki

- doesn’t like napping cause he insists on keeping his sleep schedule tight. not that you can really get mad at him over that - hero work is busy and he doesn’t like being tired cause it makes him more aggravated than usual.

- so he avoids naps almost at all costs and rarely gets tired. his sleep schedule is really, really good.

- not so much the same for you though.

- bakugo accepted pretty early on that you were something of a night-owl. bad sleep anxiety and just generally having too much energy at night made it so that he rarely ever saw you go to bed. you were at least lagging a few hours behind him like. at all times.

- he didn’t really mind at first, but at some point he realized just how little sleep you actually got. one time he woke up at 7am, surprised to see you also awake - only to find out you hadn’t slept the entire night.

- he was pissed. after almost blowing up your kitchen, he sighed and basically told you that if you need helping sleeping to just “fucking ask him” or else.

- needless to say, it didn’t get that much better. you two compromised by setting a time that you had to be in bed by, even if you weren’t asleep. whenever bakugo has time, he’s always trying to get you to rest but sometimes his schedule doesn’t really allow him to check up on you how he likes.

- he’s coming home from a long mission. not super tired but just tedious work. he just wanted to relax. it was late, 3:37am on the clock when he finally walks in.

- to his surprise - there’s a light on in the kitchen. when he walks in, very confused, he sees you sliding cookies off of a sheetpan into a little plastic tupperware. he stops. he stares.

- why the hell were you baking at three in the fucking morning

- “what the fuck are you doing awake?”

- you jump back with a hand over your chest, barely catching your breath. you blink a few times before sighing.

- “baking. i didn’t think you’d be home so soon”

- he hears it before he sees it. your voice is absolutely tattered - he can literally hear how exhausted you are. he pumps the breaks, walking towards you swiftly before staring down at you hard.

- “when was the last time you slept,”

- you press your lips into a tight smile, and he sees the dark purple under your eyes. he feel his heart hurt a little. his hands come up to your face as he brushes his thumb every so slightly against your lashes.

- “it’s uh.. hard to sleep without you. more than usual, you know”

- “Y/N”

- “i don’t know. maybe two or three days ago properly? i mean i got some sleep in between but -,”

- he stops you before you can start. he shuts the cookie container and leaves the tray in the sink before grabbing your hand a little forcefully and tugs you to the bathroom - lifting you up onto the counter. you know to stay put.

- when he comes back it’s with a fresh change of clothes for the both of you. you blink at him owlishly as he strips himself off of his clothes - grateful he took time to shower at the agency.

- he takes his shirt off and then takes yours off too, before pulling you right towards him. your arms instantly are around his neck, the warmth of his body pressed against your figure with his chin tucked over your shoulder.

- and god - he’s so comforting you kind of want to cry. he smells like clean soap and deodorant and a little like smoke. feeling his skin against yours makes you feel instant relief. just hugging in the bathroom has you falling half asleep. you were just so tired.

- when he pulls back, his whole face looks so damn worried it makes you want to cry. you put your own hands on his face and cheek, brushing your thumb on his cheek bone as he rests his forehead on yours.

- “dumbasss. i can leave something with you if it’s that bad - fuck, you could’ve called me, you know?”

- and you sigh and smile and kiss him a bit before pulling away again. man, you’re tired. you’re so, so tired.

- “yeah.. i know,”

- he helps you get undressed and freshened up, even rubs your facewash into your skin and rubs all your skincare in before hauling you off the bed. he turns the lights dim and just holds you, rubbing circles into your back as he holds you right to his chest.

- “go to fucking sleep,” “love you katsuki” “..love you too”

- he doesn’t sleep until you do, and wakes up the next morning to call in sick for you while you sleep against his chest. he should probably wake up but.. sleeping a bit longer won’t kill him.

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ii. kirishima eijirou

- kirishima likes to wake up pretty early so he can workout and do his cardio at the start of his day and his weightlifting later on. sleeping well is important to him cause his workout routine is super unforgiving if he’s not resting properly on rest days and the like. building muscles absolutely requires sleep!

- that being said - he doesn’t mind not sleeping early if he has something to do. drinking especially normally keeps him up on weekends. overall, it was good but he doesn’t limit himself.

- overall, it’s not something he paid a ton of attention too. life is all about balance so kiri goes with the flow. his rule of thumb is trying to get at least 8 hours a night tho.

- but because kirishima is so go with the flow - it took him a long time to figure out that you were a night owl and something of an insomniac. he assumed that when he wished you goodnight everday, you fell asleep around the same time as him.

- but one drunken even, he finds himself stumbling to your apartment. knocking on your and barely standing upright - he immediately is planning on apologizing for disturbing your sleep.

- but then you.. open the door and you’re literally wide awake. you look tired but you’re clearly not sleepy. kirishima, once gain, blasted - pushes the thoughts to the back of his mind and grins toothily. he’s just excited to see you at that point and forgets about the whole ordeal until a few weeks later.

- he ends up texting you about it a couple weeks later, assuming it’d be a once off thing that you’d explain to him.

- ... is upset and shocked to learn that you rarely, if ever fall asleep before two am like on a good day. poor man is in shock for the rest of the day and proceeds to ask you about why you have a hard time to sleeping to try and see what he can do.

- he wants to help but you just keep brushing it off and it honestly made him so upset he didn’t know what to do with himself. he couldn’t sleep a wink that night because the whole thing is bothering him so damn much.

- what really sets him off is when he finally has a chance to see you after a few weeks. you were busy with uni and didn’t really have a ton of time to see him so the two of you couldn’t see each other properly for a few weeks.

- he’s elated to see you. he’s missed his baby so much and he’s pulling all the stops out when he’s getting dressed. jeans cuffed, his best cologne, fresh shaved, brand new sneakers. he really wants to impress.

- he’s wrapping you up into the tightest hug when he see’s you. your dressed comfortably but he still thinks you look so beautiful and he’s complimenting you, giving you kisses and overall just doting on you. he wraps your hand in his yours and just talks.

- in fact, he’s so excited to see you, he doesn’t notice how..deflated you are. not at first anyways.

- but as the date goes on, it becomes more and more obvious you don’t share his enthusiasm in the same way.

- sure, he’s talkative but you haven’t said a word about how your week has been. all of his jokes have been met with mere huffs and forced chuckles and your eyes seem really distant.

- it hits him all at once at the end of your date when you just seem so... out of it. he’s about to take you somewhere else but you stopped listening a while ago. kirishima stops dead in his tracks and holds your hand nervously, calling you a few times to get your attention.

- “Y/N.. are you mad at me? is something wrong?”

- your eyes go wide, flailing your hands to reassure him. you knew you were acting strange but to see kirishima this upset makes you feel awful.

- “oh kiri - god no, it’s not you. sorry for being so.. distant - it’s not you,”

- “well then.. what’s wrong?”

- kirishima feels his heart get pierced when he sees you laugh. you look... so exhausted. your eyes are so heavy and the makeup on your skin is only barely concealing your dark circles. why did it take him so long to notice?

- before he can even reply, he remembers that little tidbit about your sleep schedule. his heart so genuinely aches.

- “Y/N.. when was the last time you got any proper sleep?”

- you flinch, visibly at the question. with an awkward laugh you inform him that it had been at least a week since you’ve had the time to actually sleep.

- “why didn’t you sleep today? on your day off?”

- “i uhm.. wanted to see you. i know you had a date planned and i was excited to see you. sorry for.. ruining your plans”

- he’s devastated by how cute you are. hugs you so damn tight.

- “baby, you can see me whenever. im happy being with you even if all we’re doing is napping together”

- when you mumble a soft “oh” in his chest, he can’t help but melt into a sigh. before you can protest, he’s dragging you back to his car and driving you home ignores your protests and buckles you, covering you with his jacket before kissing the crown of your head and telling you to sleep on the way back to his place.

- he watches you like a hawk the whole time until he arrives at his place. he wakes you up and carries you on his back until he gets inside. all he does is kick his shoes off before pulling the full weight of you down on his body, kissing your whole face.

- “sleep well baby. ill wake you up in a few”

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#bakugou x reader #kirishima x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou imagines #kirishima imagines #bnha imagines #writing tag #bakugo x reader #bakugou x you #bakugou x y/n #kirishima x you #kirishima x y/n #bnha x you #bnha x y/n #this is SO self indulgent im embarassed #bye i rlly wrote this in an hour

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mashiraostail · 4 years

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Hi! Can I please get some Gang Orca, Aizawa, Vlad King and Present Mic when their S/O knows they've been having a rough week and they surprise their mans with lingerie and an evening of... *ahem* Stress relief? Also some pampering and snuggles!

o my gosh i love this song this is kinda on the longer side i have diverged into the world of p o rn

ns fw under the cut (i think it’s pretty gender neutral lmk tho!)

Kugo Sakamata/Gang Orca: Kugo tended to wear his emotions on his sleeve in private with you, stress was no different. He was clearly stretched out beyond his normal limits, and by the looks of it, he still had a ways further to go. He always got a little short with you when his work became tedious, not in a mean way just in a curt way. One word answers to your questions became favorable and for better or worse he mostly just liked to be left alone. He apologized after things were sorted he knows you’re only worried and trying to check in with him but when things pile up he gets overwhelmed even by your simple questions. You could feel the irritation appearing on Monday night, and it only piled as the week progressed, by the end of it the poor man was about to spill over with his annoyance. You were working quietly across the room from him, much less stressful and more leisurely assignments that didn’t make your heart leap out of your throat, you watch him tap his pen around on his desk, prattling the black plastic as he sat on the phone, after a moment he just hung up and sighed, that was the fourth interaction like that within the hour. You watched him forlornly, you wished there was some way for you to help relieve the tension in his shoulders, something you could say or do that would put him at ease rather than overwhelm him further. As you pondered it you realized that maybe there was something. You stand up suddenly, and the unexpected motion leads Kugo to turn and look at you expectantly. “I’m going to get ready for bed I think.” You sigh, “I’m pretty exhausted so it’s probably best to call it an early night.” It was at least worth a try, even if he’d say no, “you look tired too.” You press a kiss just below his eye, “why don’t you join me?” He shakes his head, “In a little while. I’ll be quiet.” “I wasn’t worried about that.” You squeeze his shoulders, “don’t work too hard, okay Kugo?” He just hums back at you as you leave. You were sort of worried you’d lost it, you’d boughten it a while ago but got too nervous to even put it on by yourself let alone in front of someone else. It wasn’t that you thought he wouldn’t like it, you were pretty sure Kugo could find a way to compliment you if you were wearing a trash bag, it just felt...strange. Embarrassing maybe. You couldn’t pin the word but it made you flutter nervously. When you do manage to dig it up you contemplate it for a second. You decide the nervousness will be worthwhile if it helps relieve Kugo even a little bit. You wonder how to go about it, should you just walk across the hall and bust in his office? That feels sort of curt. You look around for a moment before an idea percolates. “Kugo!” You call out to him, trying to keep an indifferent tone, “can you come here a second? I need a hand!” You hear him sigh, and you’re half expecting him to call back that the step ladder is in the kitchen. But you sit on the edge of your bed in wait, trying to look less nervous and more appealing. “What’s the matter? I’m very-” Blue, dark navy blue and barely there. He really wasn’t expecting this. He could practically see all of you, sitting on the edge of the mattress, legs crossed, thin satiny straps hardly holding the frail garment together, he’s sure just one tug from his finger would send it fluttering to the ground. He feels sort of bad for letting so much annoyance bubble up in him when you called for him. But now something else was bubbling up. It was like you’d packaged yourself up for him.. well he supposed you quite literally did. “Are you busy?” You can feel his gaze latch onto you, his eyes taking you in, up and down rapidly over and over again. “No..not...very..”

It really doesn’t take much coaxing to get him undressed and into bed. After a while of kissing him while his hands roam around the sheer blue lace that just scarcely covered you, you lower yourself to your knees in front of him. You’d been together for a while, and you were never one to hold out on him, he isn’t sure why he’s on cloud nine right now, it’s not like he’d never gotten this sort of thing from you before, your hands, mouth, and a lot more than that were always there. If he wanted you all he had to do was ask. But something about you doing this for him, because he was stressed...the way you did all this just to relieve him? It was too sweet, combined with the sight of you in that perfect outfit on your knees for him and the feeling of your lips and hands playing with his already hard cock was more than enough to wash the tension away. It cleared his head of anything but you. Big hands pull your mouth off his length, the drool and precum around your lower lip, paired with the redness washed over your face and the obscene plumpness in your lips that the stretch of his cock left behind would have been enough to make him beg if you felt any need to withhold from him. Lucky for him you did not. “Kugo-” You let him spread your legs, tread careful fingers between them pressing in one, then another while he holds you up in his lap, leaning you against his chest for leverage. “What a sweet thing you are...” His chest rumbles with it, “did you go to this trouble all to make me feel better?” His fingers knew their way around too well, his other hand splayed on your chest, careful to simply push or slide underneath the lace rather than remove it, palms and fingertips occasionally brushing over your nipple, all you can do is keen and nod. “You did?” His hand on your chest pushes you closer, “that makes me so happy my love.” “Kugo-” You call for him again and he hums as you clutch his wrist, the one between your legs. “I’m right here. Hm... What would I do without you?” He murmurs it close to your ear, it sends a full-body shudder down your frame, “you always take such good care of me, and I was being cold to you wasn’t I?” “No,” you shake your head, your whole face is burning, a mixture of arousal and embarrassment at the exposure, “you weren’t-” “But I was.” He sighs, “and now I’m sorry, how can I make it up to you?” “Kugo- I just want you,” you gasp, fingers tightening around his arm, “please Kugo,” his fingers leave you at that, the loss makes your whole abdomen stutter. “Turn around and face me.” You follow his order with shaking thighs. “Aren’t you lovely?” His tongue slides over your chest as two big hands curl around the small of your back. “Can you do it?” His question falls on deaf ears, you’re already lining him up and starting to take him in, the groan that rumbles out of him only spurs you on until you’ve worked yourself up to hysterics bouncing in his lap, his low grunted praises pushing you closer to the proverbial edge by the second. You’re a nice view, Kugo’s surprised he’s lasted so long with it. He watches the flush extend down your chest, his hand occasionally treks down the small of your back to your hips, then down still to feel the stretch of you around his length, until he's just about there, then he’s guiding all your movements, pushing and lifting you with ease, an almost bruising grip gets you to roll your hips against his. You’re sheathed totally in his lap when you both finish. He enjoys watching your chest heave as you come down from it, then you fall against him. “You really do look lovely.” He wraps his arms around you, keeping you in place. “You think so?” You shuffle up his chest, “well I’m glad. I don’t know why I was nervous..” “Nervous?” His tongue glides along your neck, “about how you looked?” “Maybe, I don’t know. I thought maybe you wouldn’t like it, I...I guess I don’t know what I thought to be honest.” “Whatever you want to give to me I’d be delighted to have.” He nips your earlobe and you sigh, coiling a leg around him as he continues, “even when I get a little short with you, you’re always what I want. I’m a pushover when it comes to you.” He concedes, and then you remember. “Sorry to pull you away from all your work. I just wanted to help...” “No need to be sorry, you did help..” He’s rubbing long, tender strokes up your back, “and anyways it was an emergency.”

Shouta Aizawa: Stress wasn’t foreign to the erasure hero, though stress that came from being behind on work presented a certain dilemma. He dealt with stress by sleeping, but in this case...well sleeping would only make it worse. So he got even less sleep than normal. He was irritable at best and downright rude at worst. He’d apologize later, he always did, but at the moment all he wanted was to be left along to plug away at all the responsibilities he’d neglected until now. You felt bad, you wished there was more you could do to help him out, but as it were all you could really do is be there if he wanted to lean his weight on your arm or complain about his day, normally you’d offer a nap with him but that seemed like the last thing he’d want. You’d already left him to get ready for bed, you’d showered and were rummaging around for some pajamas when you find it, you don’t think you’d even worn it before. You wouldn’t say you and Shouta didn’t have a lot of sex, you had a decent amount, but normally fancy lingerie was left to fantasy, it looked fragile and not at all like something that would hold up against Shouta’s semi-destructive bedroom tendencies, you wonder why you bought it in the first place. Though you realize that it may be useful right about now, especially if he was in a being taken care of mood over a, doing the caring mood. You wonder how long ago you even got it, it still fit fine so it can’t be all that old. You peek out the bedroom door to make sure he’s still sitting, unsuspecting at the table in the kitchen, his back to you. When it all checked out you made your way over, sliding your arms around his neck. “Shou.” You rest your cheek against his temple, “it’s so late.” “I know.” Is his deadpan reply. “Do you need the time?” He points to the bottom right of his screen, a small digital clock displaying the hour. You huff at that, you knew he knows that’s not what you mean. “Come to bed with me.” You rub his chest over the ribbed fabric of his shirt, “please?” “In a minute.” “Shouta..please..” You whine at him and duck down to kiss his jaw, he reaches behind himself to hold onto you, he finds your shoulder, by the crook of your neck, expecting to feel the fabric of a t shirt or a tank top strap, but there’s nothing, just skin, he slides his hand over your shoulder, in search of something. His other arm reaches around too, lower, to your legs, thighs, and hips. “Are you naked?” He asks incredulously. “Maybe,” His hand finds one strap around your thigh as you continue, “or better.” He pulls away and stands, facing you, you’re still bent over resting on the back of his chair. “You-” His eyes latch onto the purple, royal purple, dark, and figure-hugging, leaving nothing to his imagination, purple that he wanted to pull away with his teeth, leaving marks on your skin behind in its place. “Where’d you get that-” “Why’s it matter?” You laugh, pulling him closer by his shoulder, “want a matching set?” “Shut up.” He wraps his arms around you despite his words. “Ready to call it a night now?” Your own arms come around his neck and he sighs. “You’re such a brat.” “You were the one being mean, if you work like this too much I’ll worry you don’t love me anymore, you know?” The trek from the kitchen to your bedroom is mostly lost in your memory. You aren’t entirely sure why you considered the possibility that Shouta would want to lay back and let you take care of him, as soon as he touched you back in the kitchen you realized all he’d really want to do was blow off steam. But you were fine with that too.

That in mind...he can be utterly cruel when it suits him.

“Are you still worried I don’t love you anymore?” His voice is low and gruff beside your ear, his lips and stubble scraping down your jaw to your neck. If you’d had plans to get on your knees for him he nixed them before you could even get started in favor of getting you where he had you now, back to his chest three fingers inside you at a grueling pace, pushing and curling and rubbing until your eyes were watering and you were arching against him, trying to get enough leverage to close yourself off. “Keep your legs open.” His other hand is at your collar bone, keeping you pressed against him, “come on, or I’ll tie you up how I want you.” You grip his arm at that you can feel him grin into your skin. “You’re gonna rip it-” You turn into him, chest stuttering, he hadn’t gone to the trouble of removing the lingerie, just pushing and twisting it out of the way of his hands. “I’ll buy you a new set if I do.” He’s teeth close around your neck, “don’t worry about it. Don’t worry about anything.” You dig your nails into his arm unsure of what number orgasm this was, honestly after 2 you felt like they just melded together anyways, it’s not like he let up nearly long enough to let you recover. “Are your eyes watering?” He mutters it into your jaw, “aren’t you cute? Is it too much?” You’re just shaking your head, keening and arching into his touch, chest heaving with helpless breaths. “No?” His voice is thick with faux sympathy, “are you gonna cry? It hurts a little to be so close, doesn’t it? Can’t take it? You’re right there aren’t you? Why can’t you cum?” He doesn’t mind the scratching, and it’s a good thing, cause if he did..he’d be an unhappy man after this all let up. “You didn’t say-” You barely get the breath in your lungs to push the words out. He’s grinning though, it’s the answer he wanted, exactly how he wanted it, breathless and needy. “You want me to say you can?” His other hand rubs your stomach comfortingly, a stark and unfair contrast to the pace of his second hand. “Is that what you want? Will you cry if I don’t?” “I’ll cry if you do too-” “I’m willing to test that, come on. Cum now.” It happens like clockwork, with Shouta it always was. Stuttering thighs, your stomach taking in shaky uneven breaths. Once your peak is there and gone both hands are softer, slower, rubbing long strokes against your sex then your stomach and chest. “That was good.” He’s murmuring it into the soft skin behind your ear, “that was so good. You’re so sweet.” His hand’s rubbing small circles over your belly, his thumb brushing over your navel. “Is that all you can do tonight?” “No,” You shake your head vehemently, “no I want you too-” He hums affectionately into your skin at that. “You are sweet tonight.” He squeezes you a little, it’s a blink and you’ll miss it moment, but you feel it. “Okay then, if this is what you want then I won’t feel bad. Lay on your chest.”

Sekijiro Kan/Vlad King: Despite how he looked Kan really wasn’t very brutish at all. But when he got like this sometimes his own strength evaded him. It made his emotions obvious, when he got too stressed even a fountain pen was liable to snap in his fist. He’d worked through all the wooden pencils in your apartment, they’d been halved and discarded in rapid succession, he was currently working through all the mechanical pencils. You hoped this all got sorted before the fountain pens, that was a mess you’d rather avoid. He was usually good at dealing with stress, long runs, combat trainings, things in that vein were usually enough to relive him of a bad couple of days. But if the discontent extended past that normally he liked talking with you, when he was stressed, upset or exhausted he liked having you hauled up in his lap, squeezing him, combing your fingers through his hair and babying him into perking up a bit. But when it got past even that stage was when you had to worry about fountain pens. He’d brush you off, just a grunt or nod as a reply as he slunk back into his seat. You tired your signature knuckle kisses to get him to warm up to you, but all you’d gotten out of him was a huff of breath. He didn’t pull his hand away from you though, until his phone started to ring, and by the time he finished his conversation and hung up he didn’t look keen on offering it to you again. “Sek.” You slide your hand into the crook of his elbow and he nods. “You should come to bed. It’s late and you don’t feel good.” “I feel fine.” He shakes your hold on his arm, “you go ahead. It is late, there’s no need for you to be up now.” Normally he’d kiss your head with a phrase like that, but all he did was break the pencil in his right hand. You sigh, “alright. Well wake me up if anything okay? If I can help at all I want to.” “I know. Thanks.” You kiss his temple as you stand up, “Don’t be too late.” He just nods at that and you close the door behind you as you leave. It’s there in your closet front and center when you open it up. You were planning on using it for his birthday...but now..well maybe it’d be enough to rescue him yet? You only got it a few days ago, you hadn’t even tried it on yet. You look between it and your reflection before settling on an idea. You stand before the closed door, separating you and Sekijiro, you’re just a little nervous, if he brushed you off dressed like this you’d be sort of crushed, but he got such tunnel vision sometimes it was a possibility in your head. But you were almost 100% there now, so there wasn’t any use in turning back. “Sekijirio.” You open the door and try to seem less anxious. “Mhm?” He doesn’t turn to look at you. You approach him without responding. “Sekijiro.” You say it harder this time and he nods more obviously, still spinning a barely together pencil in his fingers. “Yeah,what’s wrong?” You’re standing beside him and he still doesn’t look at you. “I though you were going to bed?” He says still without looking at you. “I was.” You agree. “So why didn’t you?” “I got lonely.” You put a hand on his shoulder, hoping to get his gaze on you, though you’re ineffective. “I’m really busy.” “Sekijiro.” You spin his chair. “Baby what gives, I-” He stops, maybe chokes on something. “You’re being such a brute.” You take his hands and slide them up your stomach as you drop into his lap. He hears you but all he can think about is red, lacy and showy fabric highlighting the best places, like a guide for all the places his wants to put his hands, the band around your thigh squeezing, making you look even fuller and more supple in his lap. “What happened to my big sweet man Seki?” His mouth feels dry, your holding the sides of his neck, drawing him into a kiss, and clearly encouraging him to just put his hands all over you. It was like he was having some embarrassing high school fantasy, like someone dug around his brain and picked out his most perfect fantasy and laid it out like a trap for him. “I say that..but it’s so sexy when you get all worked up..” His stomach swarms at that as your eyes cast to the abandoned pile of broken writing utensils. You’re practically whining into his lips, “ and I know I shouldn’t distract you, you said you were busy, I’m sorry I’m so needy-” “I’m not busy at all.” He barely lets you finish, “this is nothing. Don’t be sorry. I can do it tomorrow.” He was sure his class would understand if he..waited an extra day or two to return the exams.. “Just keep working.” Your hands are sliding into his shirt, “I’ll take care of you.”

He could not keep working. It was unfair of you to hold him to that standard, when you were so good at this, when you looked so good on your knees between his legs, taking him to the back of your throat, when your hands felt like that braced on his thighs. No sane person could keep working. Not when your hair was begging to have his hands in it, or when you clearly needed to be guided up and down his length by the nape of your neck. He only had two hands. And when your’s started wandering, up his abdomen, around to his waist, begging him to toss his shirt somewhere else..the work can wait, for your sake. He doesn’t mean to pull so hard, but the moan that flutters past your lips when he does indicates it may not be the worst mistake he’s ever made. He pulls you off his length and you let him go with a pop, a thin strand of something obscene connected your lips to the head of his cock, the sight of it alone was enough to make him buck his hips up into nothing. “Let’s just go to bed.” He’s guiding you to stand, “I’m done here. Let’s just go bed.” He can’t tell if the ditzy stumble and blown out pupils are just part of the act or if blowing him really does shut your brain off a little. “if you want-” Your voice jumps as he swipes you up via the back of your thighs, once your settle though you take the short walk to your bedroom as an opportunity to get your lips on him again, his shoulders, his chest, just around the neckline of his hero costume, if it even tore a little one stood the chance of sticking out. He loses his pants on the way. He just tosses you on the bed once you’re close enough, before you can protest or complain he’s kissing you quiet, then trailing his mouth down your neck and shoulders, to your chest and stomach and legs, kissing and biting and fingering, enjoying the feeling of your fingers twirling and tugging his hair, and the way you’re spreading your legs to allow him closer. He enjoys it until he’s hooking your legs over his shoulders and lining himself up, your hands brace his hips as he presses forward. If anyone asked him this was the best of both worlds, he got the physical work out plus he got you cooing in his ear? He wasn’t really sure what he was stressed about in the first place. “Fuck-” You’re gasping it out, pressing his face into your neck, “you’re amazing-” Even subtle praise makes his stomach jump, and you’re just babbling it out thoughtlessly at this point, he doesn’t blame himself for not lasting much longer after you start. His weight drops onto your chest after you finish and you heave, “jeeze Sek-” “Sorry.” He presses his face into your shoulder, “sorry.” But he doesn’t move. The way you wrap your arms around his back say you don’t want him to. “That was really good.” He’s still huffing into your skin and you hum, dragging a hand up his back. “I’ll help you grade that stuff tomorrow.” You twirl the hairs at the base of his neck around your fingertips. He groans thankfully. “I’m sorry I was being mean.” He rolls over and traps you against his chest, “you’re the best.”

Hizashi Yamada/ Present Mic Hyperactive was an understatement, manic was an intense downplay of the current state of your boyfriend. And he was doing everything but the things that needed to get done. “Hizashi-” “I can't now I need to do-” (insert thing that doesn’t need to be done at all). He had plenty of reports to fill out, from what you heard it was a busy week for patrols in the area, plus his usual grading and any work for the show. But instead of doing that he was reorganizing a record shelf. “Hizashi I-” “You don’t understand how badly I need to organize these alphabetically by title.” He doesn’t let you get a word in. “Clearly I don’t at all. Can I help at all?” You sit on the ground behind him. “No I don’t think so.” “Alright.” You concede, “I’m gonna call it a night.” You sigh, “call if you need me.” “Aye aye.” He’s scrutinizing two records as you leave him. You just needed to get him to focus on something, then he’d be fine. But what could you get him to focus on...something starts to bubble up, it might just work too..if you could get his feet on the ground in anyway at all you were sure it’d stick. It doesn’t take you long to find the box, you’d bought it for a special occasion, though with Hizashi you normally didn’t get much in the ways of planning and preparation, when valentines, your birthday, his birthday, an anniversary etc.. rolled around he was jumping your bones the moment you rolled over in the morning. You don’t think he’s ever even seen this one on you. You don’t take long to get changed, you’re inspecting yourself in the mirror when your bedroom door opens. “Babe I know you said you were going to bed but I hope you aren’t asleep because while I was cleaning out that box that I use to prop up some vinyl sleeves I found these hilarious pictures from high school of you and Nem-” He drops the pictures. “Oh.” You turn to him, “well I wanted to give you a surprise.” “You did-” He chokes it out, red flush creeping down his neck, “why are you wearing that-” “Because.” You go over to him and take his wrists, pulling him further into your bedroom, he just stumbles along with your pull. “You need to calm down Zashi baby.” “This does not make me feel calm-” It’s strangled, if he got any redder you were sure you’d see steam coming out of his ears. “You need to get all your energy out.” You press him down until he’s sitting on the edge of your bed. You roll your hips against him, and drag your lips down his jaw, one hand braced on his shoulder and the other against his chest, but you can still feel his attention waining. “Zashi.” You drop all your weight into his lap and it pulls his eyes from your dresser back to you. “Focus on me.” You guide his hands up your waist and all the fluster that had been lost as his thoughts wandered away from you returned. You realize the better thing to do is stand up and let him have things his way. “You can look or touch however you want.” You pull his hands down your hips. “So just blow off all that extra steam okay? Whatever you want, just tell me.” He looks mildly like he’s about to pass out. His hands go where you expect, your hips, around to cup your ass and his lips flutter around your stomach and waist. You elect to just sigh good naturedly and curl your fingers in his hair to keep him with you. “Can you turn around?” “Hizashi.” You frown, “don’t be distasteful.” “You said whatever I wanted-” You suppose you cant argue that so you turn around and try not to let out an embarrassing squeak or squeal when 100% of his attention is directed at your ass, one arm circling around you to hold you in place. Various articles of clothing are lost or rearranged to accommodate the touching and kissing. He manages to pull you into bed with him, still keeping your legs on either side of his head as he lays down. His arms wrap around your thighs fingers and palms running slow strokes over your sex as his teeth scrape the surrounding skin, tongue fluttering against your hole occasionally. You press against his chest for leverage and he encourages you to rock your hips against him. You eventually go for his cock, as he starts to work you up too much, getting you too close. You thumb at the head before leaning down and taking him past your lips. He seems contented with that for a while until he’s laying you out on your chest, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pushing into you. He doesn’t stay pressed to you for too long before he’s pulling back to watch your whole body react to him. It held his attention exceedingly well. “Zashi fuck-” To say that the way you reached back and fumbled for his hand where it held the bend of your hips heightened the experience would be an understatement. “Fuck you’re really sexy-” He presses his fingers into your skin harder, “god you’re so fucking hot,” he groans watching your back shift to accommodate the way your hand searches for some purchase. Instead though he’s pushing it away and using his grip on you to turn you to your back, he pulls your legs around his waist and you follow his pull with no protest. “Fucking god,” He grunts, bottoming out as if he hadn’t pulled out in the first place, “shit, look at you.” “Zashi-” Your chest flutters with it, he can feel it under his hands. “Say my name like that again.” He mutters it, maybe more to himself, he’s unhooking one of your legs from his waist and aligning it over his shoulder. He seriously had way too much energy, you could barely keep up you felt so dizzy. “Zashi!” You keen at the deeper angle and he groans. “God you sound almost as good as you look.” He presses his forehead into your shoulder, “I’m gonna fucking cum babe-” The way you were gripping him like you’d float away if you didn’t was already more than enough for him, but the way you’re nodding, eyes squeezed shut as you gasp it out at him, “me too!” If that didn’t do the trick then nothing would. He’s against your chest, heaving. “Feel better?” You ask pulling a long strand of hair between your fingers. He hums and presses his face into your neck. “Yeah I do..” “It’s still pretty early.” You curl your arms around his back and drag your fingers over the shifting muscles below. He nods at that and takes a deep breath of you. “So..” You prompt him. “I could help you work out what you need to get done tomorrow?” “We could go again?” You speak in unison. “Again!?” You flush, “Zash you have way too much energy!”

Bonus Aizawa ending hehe: “Are you sure you’re okay?” He’s looking at you where you lay below him the next morning, he’d reached over you to click off his alarm when he caught sight of you, he’d really done a number on you. Red in all the places he’d grabbed or smacked, shapeless hickeys outlining where the lingerie had been the night before, the map on your skin the only thing left of the garment as far as you were concerned. “I’m fine.” You wave, “I’ve gotta get up soon though, I’ll be late.” You pin some of his stray hairs back, “what really matters is how are you feeling? Did I help at all? I was worried I’d only make it worse-” “I feel much better.” He leans down to bridge the gap between your lips, “I shouldn’t get so stand offish. I’m sorry. I hope you don’t really think I don’t love you.” “Of course I don’t.” You laugh, sitting up, “I’m glad you feel better now. It’s okay to need space Shouta.” You squeeze his face in your hands, “I love you and I know that you love me. I’m always here for you, even when you need space okay?” He hears your words and appreciates them, but his attention is taken by the state of your thighs, which was 1000x worse than that of your chest and stomach. “Are you sure I didn’t do too much? You can be honest with me. I know I was in a really bad mood.” He asks pushing the blanket to reveal more reddend skin. “Positive. Now you should get a few more z’s Shou.” You stretch out, “I’ve got a meeting.” As soon as your feet hit the floor your legs protest the weight of your body with everything they have. “Are you sure you’re sure?” Shouta can see your hickey covered thighs trembling as you walk around the bed to your closet, the way you hold the door knob like a life line makes it obvious. The backs of your thighs are still stained red and tensed taught to carry your weight. “Yeah I just...need to stretch is all..” “Uh-huh. Stretch.” Shouta’s just laughing at you.

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📓 please u are my favorite dsmp writer every single daydream u have will be amazing

Augushd this is so sweet. Ok this is the outline I HAD for my "cTubbo rescues Michael_B and revives cRanboo" fic. I don't feel like I will ever write it BUT just in case pls no one steal this lol. Essentially this is how I would write the current plotline :)

I actually already have the first chapter written LOL but I doub I will ever finish it. This is the outline I had tho. ALSO this was written before the Saving Michael lore so the reason cEret doesn't save Michael w them is bc I had no idea that would be canon. Also this is messy so sorry abt that

It's been a week and a half since Ranboo died and Tubbo is sick of waiting around. He runs off to find Jack Manifold. They have a long talk where Tubbo tries to convince him to give up his keycard, but Jack doesn't want to, ESPECIALLY when Tubbo starts alluding to possibly taking himself out with the nukes. Eventually Tubbo trades him Manifork for it and then heads off to his shift at Tubburger. It's mind numbing and tedious and he hates it and he gets a lot of thinking done. He and Quackity have a chat, and when he shift ends Tubbo says a very vague and worrying goodbye to Q insinuating that he may not be coming back, Q seems as worried as Q could be while still being in character, and gives Tubbo possibly misguided but well meaning advice before he heads out.

Tubbo expects it to be a lot harder to get Techno to come w him to get Michael, but Techno's pretty much immediately ready to go. He admits that he has a pearl stasis chamber ready to go just in case, but he DOES offer to let Tubbo make one, too. Tubbo declines but Techno reassures him that he wouldn't just leave for no reason even if there's danger. Tubbo asks if Techno would teleport back even if he were holding Michael and he says yeah probably which is good enough for Tubbo. Along the journey it's good old fashioned Bonding-Ish (as in Holding Techno Accountable type bonding) till they get to Sam's island.

Tubbo is short with Sam, angry, ready to threaten, but Sam is just sad. He gives Michael back without much resistance, and he tries repeatedly to tell them what Ranboo has done. It definitely gets under Tubbo's skin, but he ignores it bc of course he does, excusing Ranboo's actions away like he always does. He and Techno get back to Snowchester and have an Awkward but sort of sweet goodbye where Techno offers future protection if Tubbo ever needs it, and Tubbo just... Revels in Michael being back for a bit.

He knocks on the door of his old house a day or two later, because if PHIL is the only one who knows where Tommy is, then things MUST be bad. Tommy invites him in, and then cClingyduo cClingyduo cClingyduo. Barest hints of healing, hushed conversations about why Tommy finds Tubbo's house safe, Tommy doesn't like Michael at first but we already see him start to grow on him by the end of the convo. Cliffhanger ending where Tubbo offhandedly mentions "finding where Ranboo respawned" bc he can't be dead and Tommy's like "I'm... Pretty sure he's dead" and Tubbo's like "Well I don't believe that. I got no proof, no body, and there's not even a ghost" and Tommy's face falls and he's like "Oh Jesus" and Tubbo's like What and Tommy's like "Tubbo... Have you not met Ranboo's ghost?"

And then hard cut to next chapter he meets the ghost of all places in the fucking Crater. And he's short with him, reminisces about the bee dome, he's polite but he pretty quickly realizes that this just Isn't Ranboo. The ghost taunts him a bit without even really meaning to and Tubbo stops being able to handle it so he just heads into his shift. He practically begs Tommy to watch his kid, and Tommy is SO reluctant at first but Tubbo needs him so he caves. Tubbo goes to work and it's raining in LN (snowing really, more like sleet) so Quackity chills inside and Tubbo chats idly with him and casually brings up necromancy and they have a tense but seemingly nonchalant convo about revival and suddenly Quackity gets serious and he's like "Tubbo you don't want to mess with this stuff" and Tubbo's like "You know about this stuff, then" and Quackitys like "No, I know how hard it is to figure it out. If I knew it I'd have at least offered you a trade offer to help revive your husband. Damn, I'm not a monster." And Tubbo is stricken by how sweet that is but anyway they keep talking and they're both really vague but eventually they trail off and Tubbo's like "Hey big Q. Where's that slime fellow." And so Quackity is still vague but he reveals Some stuff and Tubbo only half manipulating him convinced Quackity to reveal any hints he has from cDream and Quackity doesn't like doing it but he realizes that Tubbo NEEDS this. And Tubbo thanks him sincerely and Q tells him to keep in touch and that he'll murder cDream for coming near him or Tommy and that he's sure Sapnap would help him but his voice catches on the name and Q follows it up with "And I won't say I told you so if it turns out your partner is someone you don't want back." And Tubbo isn't even mad over that, he just feels SEEN, so he thanks Q for the books and disappears into the sleet of night.

Tommy and Michael are beginning to grow close, because Tubbo will only come out of his lab to feed Michael and tuck him in at night and Michael gets bored with his same old toys and coloring books sometimes and Tommy doesn't like being completely by himself, so he comes over to sit in the lab sometimes and feels safe with the extra security layers Tubbo has put up (and as Tommy tells him one night over potions, it's quite nice to hang out with Tubbo again.) Tubbo works and works and works until he finds an old sticky note from his dead husband reminding him to take a break and after that blow he couldn't keep working even if he wanted to, so he takes a walk outside as a breather and just sits and reminisces and thinks. The ghost finds him. And it sits and reminisces with him and then it asks him to STOP, tells him it doesn't want to not exist and asks Tubbo not to kill it. The ghost tells him exactly what he doesn't want to hear: that Ranboo hid things from him, that he'd hurt Tubbo before and had plans to do it again, that his skewed worldview was worse than Tubbo thought, that he'd known he was bad and asked to be locked up. And Tubbo lets that sink in... And then he's like "You say he wanted to be locked up to protect me. That sounds like something my Ranboo would do. And maybe I don't know everything about him, but I know he'd never hurt me." And the ghost tells him some of the things Ranboo has done, finishing with "And the rest I shouldn't say", and when Tubbo denies it, the spirit slips him a memory book and floats off, seemingly happier than before (likely proud of himself for preventing Ranboo's revival and his subsequent "death"). Tubbo cracks open the book and begins to read.

Tubbo hasn't seen Tommy or Michael in days. He's just been processing. He's made a little grave for Ranboo, then torn it down to make a better one, then torn the better one apart in a hurt rage, and now he sits at the quaint memorial he's made in he woods behind the mansion. He talks to the grave, as if Ranboo an actually hear him, and he talks about how maybe His Ranboo isn't even the Real Ranboo, and maybe everyone has been right about Ranboo being terrible, and that maybe Tubbo will revive him and Ranboo will stab him through the heart. But, Tubbo finishes, even if it ends up being the death of him, he cares too much for Ranboo to leave him to rot in limbo, and he's had enough of leaving his friends to die. Tubbo sends a VERY worrying comm message to Tommy, looks up at the forming clouds, and heads off to get the body. Sam grimaces when he sees how terrible Tubbo looks. He offers help, Tubbo refuses. Tubbo asks for the body. Same leads him to Ranboo's makeshift grave. He tells Tubbo about why he'd killed Ranboo, how it had gone wrong. He tries to tell him what Ranboo has done, Tubbo just responds "I Know." He hauls the coffin into his boat and doesn't respond when Sam tells him to be safe.

In his necromancy tower, Tubbo cranks the lever to raise the open coffin up to his lightning rod, reading out spells and channeling magic and tryin mg everything he can at once. He prays aloud to Channel Membership, to lady Prime, to the Goddess of Death and the Goddess of Life, and a crack of lightning strikes the coffin. It's raining hard through the open tower and the coffin is smoking and Tubbo worries his husband will get wet in the rain and he rolls down the coffin only to find a charred mark on Ranboo's chest and a lifeless corpse. Which... Doesn't make sense, because this ritual SHOULD revive someone, and... How had Wilbur been revived? And then it hits him. He has to kill the ghost.

Tubbo finds the ghost in the stupid Outpost. He's been looking for hours, and when he finally stumbles across the thing, it's singing and placing grass blocks and it's so Ranboo and so Not Ranboo that Tubbo almost keels over. They sit, and they have a long talk about the past and the present and the future, the cookie outpost and how Ranboo felt about things and how Tubbo felt about things, and it's basically every bit of cBeeduo catharsis that cTubbo needs to hear. And then the ghost sighs and it says "You're here to kill me, aren't you?" And Tubbo is like "Yeah. Yeah, I'm afraid I am." And the ghost half-heartedly tries to convince him not to, warning him about who Ranboo really is in a VERY self deprecating way, but Tubbo needs his husband back. And the ghost is like "Well, this was fun while it lasted, right? I had fun, at least, and I'm sure you had at least a little bit of fun without him." and Tubbo's like "Y'know? I actually really really didn't." And Tubbo's like "You wanna go say your goodbyes to people?* And The ghost is like "No, that's okay." And then a pause, and then "I'm sorry I wasn't him, and I'm sorry I couldn't give you whatever he gave you" Tubbo at the last second is like "I'm not sure I should do this." and the ghost smiles and is like "Then I'll do it for you. He's been itching to come home anyway." and the ghost walks right out into the rain and melts in front of him. And Tubbo is baffled for a bit, crying in an emotionless sort of way, before his brain goes FUCK FUCK FUCK RANBOO RANBOO RANBOO, and he takes his trident (Ranboo's Trident that he stole because Ranboo always let him do that fuck he misses Ranboo) and makes a mad dash for where he knows Ranboo will respawn - the prison. And when he gets there Ranboo is under a tree, confused and disoriented and gasping for air and Tubbo crouches down to look at him and Ranboo flinches away from his eyes before he meets them, "Tubbo?" and Tubbo goes blank. He picks Ranboo up and offers him his own armor, it's not waterproof but anything helps, and as Ranboo puts it on he whimpers and whines about How is he back, did Dream revive him, is Michael okay, and instead of speaking Tubbo grabs his hand and tugs gently, and he and Ranboo emerge from the tree they'd used for cover and start sprinting down the path towards Tubbo's old house, and Tubbo can't help but smile despite everything because RANBOO RANBOO RANBOO and Ranboo starts LAUGHING and it's all just perfect enough for Tubbo to ever so slightly cry. And they get to Tubbo's house and Tubbo gives him some of Tommy's clothes, Ranboo dries himself off and they sit in front of the fire. And it's deathly quiet for a good bit as they sit shoulder to shoulder until Tubbo opens his mouth to say something terrible and ends up just going "I Missed You." And Ranboo's like "Yeah God I missed you too, more than anything, actually. I still don't understand how I'm back." and Tubbo's like "I brought you back." And there's a bit of Ranboo being in awe and Tubbo acting like it's NBD, and then it gets quiet and Tubbo's like "I thought about not bringing you back." Barely above a whisper. And Ranboo's like "...What?" And Tubbo's like, "Ranboo, I know what you did to be put in the prison. I know everything you've done." And Ranboo blinks once, twice, before his eyes roll back and go purple. And Tubbo frowns, "Ranboo?" But before he can do much of anything, Ranboo is standing up and leaving, saying something in a language Tubbo doesn't understand. And Tubbo tries to stop him, to the point that they lightly tussle and fight, but Ranboo rips himself away and speaks in perfect English, "You need to let me go. I dont want to hurt you any more than I have. This is for your own good." And he walks out of house, leaving Tubbo alone in the pouring rain calling out after him.

Tubbo informs everyone that Ranboo is alive. He then informs them all that he's missing. Tubbo can tell that Techno is a bit angry with him for losing Ranboo, but they both agree to keep each other updated and look everywhere they can think of. Tubbo messages Sam, something to the effect of He knows that Ranboo has to be locked up if Sam finds him, but Tubbo would still like to know that he's been found at all. Sam agrees.

Tubbo and Tommy and Michael sit holed up in the house again, because Tommy has been getting letters sent to his dirt hut, with nothing but a smiley face printed on them, and his paranoia is so bad that he'll barely go outside. It's just Tubbo thinking and lamenting and when Michael talks about how he's convinced that a dream he had about seeing Ranboo was real, Tubbo leaves him with Tommy and decides he HAS to take a walk, has to get away from his darling boy who he's failed. Tubbo wanders out as far as his feet will take him, paying barely any attention to where he's headed, travelling in and out of the nether and tridentine whenever he gets the chance and eventually he's walking through the woods and he hears something crunch and turns around and there's fucking RANBOO. And despite everything, he somehow looks awkward. And he vwoops out a hi, then coughs and says it in English. Tubbo is shell shocked. Ranboo starts backing away, and Tubbo rushes him, using his sword to pin Ranboo's tie to a tree. And he's like "You are not going fucking anywhere," and they fight because Tubbo knows what he's done and knows he's working with Dream, and Ranboo INSISTS that he wouldn't have used the TNT on the prison if he knew it'd kill Tommy, insists that he knows what he's doing and that it's actually DREAM that's helping HIM and that if Dream actually tried to hurt anyone he'd stop him, and Tubbo fucking explodes. He starts screaming and crying, telling Ranboo that he's an idiot if he thinks he can stop Dream on his own, that nobody can stop him, that Tubbo had worked so hard to bring him back and missed him so much just to bring back someone who doesn't care about him at all, tells Ranboo that if he's ever cared about him he'll turn around and come back home and see their son right now. And Ranboo wipes his tears away, not even flinching at the burn, and "Oh Tubbo. If you think I haven't seen Michael yet, you overestimate how easy the castle is to break into. And if you think I'm gonna hurt you, why did you marry me?" And Tubbo pulls himself back and he's like "I guess I didn't know." And Ranboo's like "I guess you didn't. You will, though. You'll see what I have planned. And it'll be good for us, and no one will ever fight again, and we'll get to be happy." And Tubbo's like "Ranboo, I don't know that you've ever known what would actually make me happy." And he takes his sword and sheathes it and walks away.

He doesn't tell Tommy what happened. They stay in the house, and Tubbo keeps Michael with him all the time instead of letting Eret babysit, literally not letting the kid out of his sight. Tubbo has been throwing himself into making traps, as many and as brutal as he can craft them, all to ignore how SELFISH he'd been to keep Ranboo to himself, how Michael hadn't even gotten to see his father for what may have been the last time ever because Tubbo wanted his husband all to himself that night, selfish and stupid and idiot. And it's a Misery chapter, Phil coming by to check in quickly and Quackity calling them both to make sure they're okay (maybe Sapnap is on the line with them), Eret stops by with food and an apology for the castle being broken into, and then eventually Eryn convinces Tommy to go on a walk, to get out and see the sun and shit, and Tommy agrees. Tubbo stays home and talks with Michael and apologizing for not believing him. And then Tommy messages Tubbo frantically, GET HERE NOW NOW NOW NOW (spam), Tubbo comes RUNNING with Michael tucked close to his chest, he bumps into Eret on the path on the way and just shoves the kid into his arms and takes off running, he skids to a stop and Tommys house is burning and ruined with a chest and a compass just like it was for the disc finale again and Tommy's on his knees and Eryn is grinning, saying something about how Tommy will have purpose again, and Tubbo trips over his own feet and vomits right into a flower bed and the world tilts on it's axis, and he and Tubbo curl up in the grass. They stay there for far too long until Tommy eventually forces himself up and offers Tubbo a shakey hand, and Tommy reads the note informing them that they have one week to head to a set of coords, and when Tommy turns the letter around it's in Ranboo's fucking handwriting.

They go to Philza and Technoblade. Tubbo doesn't want to, he begs not to, pleading with Tommy to leave it be, but Tommy insists. Tubbo pays Eret handsomely for babysitting (after all, he won't be needing money where he's going,) and heavily insinuates that Eret may be raising his kid after he dies, and Eret's insinuation in return is that he'll tell Michael stories about his parents and their adventures and make sure that he grows up knowing who they are. Eret ventures as far as a hug, and Tubbo allows himself the briefest moment to lean into it before becoming a Soldier again. Tommy and Tubbo hold hands on their way through the nether, Tommy hates the whole journey and Tubbo has to help him breathe once they get through the portal, Tubbo cracks a joke and Tommy tells him how much better he makes things and then they both get sick from deja vu. Phil is there when they arrive, they ask for Techno and Phil says he'll message and tell him to head back to the base, but he's been out looking for Ranboo so he's fairly far away. They sit with Phil and explain everything they know, and Tommy says they want help, and Phil... Basically just says it's up to Techno. Techno comes in, Tommy gives the same spiel, and when Techno starts with like "Look, I-" Tubbo interrupts, and gives the most genuine bit of emotion he's shown to Technoblade so far, and Technoblade is like "Well... I owe Dream a favor. And I can't go back on that favor. But! If you guys think Ranboo is there, I'm coming with, because I want my friend back. And if I have to fight Dream to get him back, I will fight Dream to get him back." And then he breaks and says some shit about maybe Dream and Ranboo are just hanging out and they're all gonna be interrupting, but he makes it clear that he at least wants to TALK to Ranboo. And Phil is like ah, are we gearing up then? And so Technoblade offers Tommy and Tubbo a gapple each and instructs them to be ready to go early.

Tubbo says Goodbye to his things. He says goodbye to Snowchester, to several graves, to the crater. He says goodbye to Michael, writes a note for Eret that Michael is supposed to read when he's older, texts Quackity and JM goodbye, all of which while still maintaining the false positivity that they'll make it out alive. Tubbo has no intentions of making it out alive. He thinks if he has to die to bring Michael's dad home, he will, and he thinks it's about time anyway, because his friends seem to die all the time and Tubbo never does. So they head off, and the coords lead to a weird portal that looks like Technoblade and Phil's table. And during the fight Ranboo will be purposefully not hurting them but not letting them hurt Dream either, and then Tubbo will get hurt and he'll flip like a switch and help them kill cDream. And after that there's obviously peace, because cDream is finally gone, and because cTubbo apparently knows how to revive people now (although I'd like to say that once cDream dies, the server starts running on an infinite lives system where the only death that could count is old age or something like that.)

What were Ranboo's motivations? I have literally no idea. Thats honestly probably why I didn't write it <3

and this time it isn't a mountain, but a cave. And so they travel down the darkness into this cave, and Tommy hugs Tubbo quickly and wordlessly before they go in and they hold hands all the way down, and Tubbo hopes that Tommy looks away when he dies. And eventually they get to a strange set of corridors, stone brick hallways that sometimes lead to dead ends, sometimes empty jail cells, a maze of different passageways before they eventually find a table. In the center of the table

#asks #this is sosososo long!#also if you see any of these concepts recycled in future fics NO YOU DONT look away !!!!!!! (/lh)

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Achilles Heart || 4

Author: Randombtsprincessa

Characters: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (2nd POV) x Kim Taehyung | Other Characters

Chapters: Prologue 01 02 03

Words: A nice 4.7k (I;m sorry it took so long whoaa)

Genre: I’ve kept it simple this time, not too angsty, not too fluffy!

Rating: General!

Content Advisory: None! Maybe some tension???

Playlist: El. Train - All Your Love | Phantom Shilla - HoldingU | i am poet - Flashing Lights | TWOS - Trips

A/N: I am so sorry it took so long guys. Really. But I was a bit taken by other projects. So thank you NANO for making me gear this up! Would love some feedback tho!!

The clattering on your keyboard grew more frazzled with each sip of the energy drink infused milkshake you’d concocted in your kitchen. The emails were many and replies had to be long and instructive – all very tedious. But it was your livelihood and you weren’t one of the most sought and high paid planners for nothing.

So you clicked and clacked away, the drink working its way towards being emptied.

Your phone buzzed and you groaned just a little, hoping against hope it was social and not business. You couldn’t handle another project right now. You flipped the sleek rectangle to find a text flashing onto the lock screen, the icon a cheeky wink of your boyfriends’.

What are you wearing?

You smiled naturally, snuggling back with the phone now cradled between your palms. You glanced down at your cotton shorts and over sized black shirt of Jungkook’s with your things clammy from where the heat of the laptop vent was absorbed in your skin.

Well obviously, that wasn’t what you replied.

That set you bought me for your birthday.

You added a wink face and hearts, watching – work forgotten – as the ticks changed to blue and then dots appeared.

Fuck baby, don’t do that. I’m in make-up.

You clucked your tongue. He was being worked to the bone, and it was late, so late but he was still in one of his promo shows. One of those late night entertainment channels was recording him live to be played for their advertisement over the week. This was what your relationship now looked like.

A few weeks ago with the release of his statement, your love-life had taken a turn for the better. He was home a lot more, showed up inconspicuously at your office despite your warnings, and even took you back to those dates at your diner. He surrounded you in a bid to drive out his absence but now that he was gone, it just hit you ten times harder.

Yes, you were busy as well, but it was so easy to get used to him just being there, every time he was away just reminded you of the different lives you both led. With his recent release, he had packed a bag and left for his promotional rounds, a light kiss pressed to your lips and forehead at your door.

The past few days, texting and one rare phone call was what you were being graced with.

So you did the one thing you always did to escape him. You drowned yourself in work. All fine and dandy, but now well, you glanced at the email you were typing. Namjoon was back to asking for your help, as was Yoongi, and you couldn’t refuse either of them. You might just have bitten off more than you could chew but you were determined to power through.

“Thanks for doing this on such short notice, Y/N.” Namjoon encased your hand in a warm shake, your steps brisk as you walked into the building they were shooting at.

“No worries, you know I always come when you call.” You answered generously.

Namjoon grinned at you. “Oh I know why you come. Right through here,” He swept a hand to allow you to pass through the first door.

“How is he?” You asked.

“He’s doing amazingly. Yeah, the nights are long but he loves his job and you know how he is about the whole being the best thing.” He exchanged a fond smile with you.

Yes, you knew exactly how much he loved his job. You loved his drive, his competitiveness, but sometimes, you couldn’t help but hope it was aimed somewhere else.

Namjoon led you down long winding hallways, with a multitude of equipment strewn here and there. There were sleek boxes full of microphones; cameras were piled on sofas, headsets on tables. The people in uniforms definitely looked exhausted. Some had the glazed look of determination in their eyes; others held the frenetic energy of too much caffeine.

You stopped in front of the room that had Jungkook’s name plastered on it in big bold red.

“That’s his dressing room. The outfits are already picked; I just wanted you to check them first before I show you the scripts for the week.” He pushed the door open.

The room was already full.

Jungkook’s make up team and stylists, all of whom you at least knew by face were gathering brushes, steaming pants, doing the dos. They smiled at you as you passed but until this was over, there was no time to stop and chat. You could do that later.

The outfit for Jungkook’s performance hung on a mannequin - a shimmery white shirt with deep pink trousers; perfectly fitting the theme of his new song. You traced a hand lovingly over the flowery embellishments, suppressing a smile. He would look lovely in it.

“This is good. And the interview…?”

Namjoon pointed to the second mannequin. This outfit was much simpler, preppy even; Black jeans, a white shirt and a blue cardigan with gold buttons.

You stopped.

“What makeup will he be wearing?” You asked quickly.

“We’re giving him some lipstick his shade and blushing his cheeks and eye shadows for the performance. For the interview, his lips will be bare but we’ll bronze him a little and darken his eye-make up.” The head make-up stylist rattled off, still counting her brushes.

You nodded before pulling the blue cardigan off the mannequin.

“This sweater won’t do. Anyone got anything else? Something lighter than blue or even darker; even a suit jacket is fine.” You called loudly. There was a pause before your orders were processed. The clothing department split, looking for both items you asked for. You folded the blue sweater.

In about two minutes, two things were placed in your sight; a cream sweater with black piping and an unembellished black suit jacket. You held the sweater up to the outfit before handing it back to the stylist. “This one,”

The girl nodded; setting to check measurements and getting the lint roller.

“Ugh, the gold buttons hurt my soul.” You grumbled.

Namjoon laughed. “This is why I get you here.”

You turned to look at him with your eyebrow raised. “Because of my fashion sense…?”

“Well, yes, but you just know, you know what’s going to look good on him. I think you make him ten times hotter.” He said matter-of-factly.

“You should get styled by me. Maybe you’d look half-way decent too.”

Your friend stopped, giving you a soft stink-eye, “Just for that, I won’t be getting you any cake.”

“You owe me cake just for coming down here, Joonie.” You patted him lightly on the back, leading him onwards to where your main job for the day lay.

You were supposed to read through the scripts of the interviews Jungkook would have for the week. Most of the questions were standard, already having been emailed to you. You had read them through, formulated answers for each one.

You had sent these answers to his company to be vetoed by their speech and image consultant. While this meeting wasn’t compulsory, Namjoon believed that you actually reading through the answers one last time would be helpful.

And like you said…you never said no when he asked.

You flipped through a heavy clipboard that was handed to you, your eyes running over the lines that didn’t look like ones you’d added, reading them for anything that could be considered problematic.

“He’s on in five, if you wanna see.” Namjoon said suddenly, making you look up to where he pointed.

You stood behind the cameras, Namjoon at your shoulder as the lighting and cameras and mikes were checked on the set. The interview setting was the same as any other. A big desk for the host, equally big leather chair and next to it a love seat and couches for the guests, all on a raised platform below which was the labor of people like you.

The verified audience was already seated, low conversations buzzing around you, mingled with that of the staff.

“Ok, bring in Jungkook, behind the curtain – hold.” The coordinator spoke in his headset.

To your left, you saw Jungkook, dressed in the outfit you had changed being led to stand right at the curtain’s edge. He was too far to see you in the dark but you smiled regardless, a faint glow of pride in your cheeks.

On the stage, the host announced him debut, his achievements and then his name. The audience, already prepped broke into screams and laughter, all welcoming Jeon Jungkook.

“There he goes.” Namjoon murmured, his protégée – smiling and endearing as always clapped and thumped his way on stage, shaking hands with the much older host, even hugging him before flopping into the sofa.

Even through his brilliant smile, it was obvious he was nervous, the display of his teeth just that – a show.

“He’ll be fine. He was fed the script you’re holding to a tee.” Namjoon pointed out the questions asked as the interview commenced and maybe it was the fact that he was your boyfriend, but your senses sharpened.

Every word they exchanged you looked for in the script, every sound analyzed for something ulterior in them. It was a habit that had worsened with the progress of your relationship, the protection you felt towards him leaps and bounds away from reasonable.

You never let it be obvious, lest it make him uncomfortable but you knew it existed and you actively tried to curb the urge to micromanage every detail about these kinds of things. After all, media was going to do at the end of the day what media always does.

It was a privilege Jungkook’s company allowed you the in on these things – even after your so called ‘open’ relationship. You dared not jeopardize that arrangement.

“For me, Euphoria is very personal, you know.” Jungkook continued his answers as you mentally pulled yourself away from the script. You trusted him, you trusted Namjoon, his company to interfere if someone pulled something. You should just enjoy his appearances…maybe even surprise him later about them.

“It’s like, you have this person; this person who means the world to you. You would do anything for them, absolutely anything. This song basically encompasses the feelings you could have for this person – or even people. I mean, love doesn’t just have to be romantic right?” He gestured to the audience who chortled, agreeing with him.

“So, this person you speak of – what would you say you could do for them?” The host pressed.

Jungkook smiled before clearing his throat. There was a split second where he deadpanned, hesitating, as his eyes hardening. He looked almost taken aback by something before nodding. “I would sacrifice anything that got in the way of their happiness. Even if it meant something dear to me – if it was hurting this person, it’d be gone the next day, I don’t even care. I mean, think about it. This person makes you the happiest on earth, what kind of person would you be if you didn’t return the favor? I know it sounds cheesy – god, don’t print this. But I would destroy myself if it was to build this person back up, you know.”

There was a silence in which everyone stared at the young artist – you included. Your eyes were wide, mouth parted as even the audience fell mum to his declaration.

“Say something,” The coordinator hissed beside you, making you jump.

“Well,” The host started, looking at the camera like a deer in headlights before he shuffled his notes. “Sounds like a very special person to me.”

You only stared at Jungkook.

“Here you go; now that’s what I call tea.”

Yoongi handed you a cup of tea carefully, taking a loud sip from his. He closed his eyes, smiling obnoxiously and made a big show of swirling the liquid in his mouth and gulping it down.

“Fuck you.” You burst out laughing.

Yoongi gave you his patented gummy smile, one he only reserved for the very special people in his life; his family, his studio equipment, his first mix tape, his awards and you.

“How’ve you been? It’s been some time since I saw you.”

“Oh yeah, I recently lost all my hair and my teeth fell out. You missed my wig fitting and dental work.”

Yoongi took another loud sip, eyeing you over the rim of his cup.

“Glad I did; it’s sloppy work.”

You both sniggered.

“I’ve been good. Thanks for asking, how about you? I couldn’t make it to see the last two shows but I saw the socials on Hoseok’s performance. They loved it.”

“The people did. It was jam-packed and he looked and sounded amazing.” Yoongi smiled back. “Thank you for giving me the logistics on the place – I’d have missed out on it in the budgeting.”

You waved his gratitude off.

“I saw Jungkook’s promos. Euphoria is a lovely piece.”

“Yeah,” You ran a finger over the rim of the ceramic. “Kook’s really proud of it. He said Namjoon insisted on him putting the song out and that his company is going to be releasing dates soon.”

Yoongi nodded.

You watched him for a bit, hair flopping over his forehead that he kept pushing back before he caught you looking, shooting you a shy smile. “Kim Enterprise is going to be announcing their investment listings and stocks soon. To kick it off they’re launching a collaboration and partnership project. Park Jimin and Hoseok will headline it.”

You stared at him for a moment before nearly jumping over his table to hug him. “Holy Fucking Hell, Min Yoongi.” You perched on his table. “That is absolutely brilliant. That’s huge!”

“I know.” Yoongi said simply but the way he leaned back in his chair, moving it side to side made it clear he was smug. And he deserved to be.

“I’m so proud of you.” You told your best friend sincerely.

You were; Yoongi had come a long way from the guy whose ears burned red when he was in public. He was a FACE now. He was an icon. And he deserved all of it and more.

Yoongi’s eyes softened and he looked down again. “I wanted you to work with me on this, if that’s okay?”

You waved him off again. “Obviously, as if I’m going to say no to you,”

“Also, hey,”

“Yeah?”

“You might wanna be a bit careful.”

You blinked at him. “What for?”

Yoongi smirked then, sly and mischief sparking his eyes, “Park Jimin has been asking about you.”

You rolled your eyes, remembering the seductive gaze of Park Jimin trained on you, surrounded by Grecian statues, lush green grass and sweeping white tables. It felt like ages ago.

The day Yoongi told you about Jimin asking about you, you didn’t take him seriously. However, now, standing in a too hot enclosure with the man bearing down on you, you wondered if you ought to have poured some sand into that glass.

“Y/N,” Park Jimin was as stunning as any picture that you might have seen. His sandy blond hair gleamed under the lights, pearly smile aimed straight at you as he hugged and placed kisses on both your cheeks.

“Oh,” You let out in a surprise, wrapping an arm around his back a second later. “Hi, Jimin, I wasn’t expecting you here today.”

“I was supposed to join Yoongi and Hobi hyung at sound check, yes, but Yoongi mentioned you were managing the collab on his side so I had to swing by.” He looked around the set you were studying before winking at you. “I can’t wait to see the magic you make here. I’ve seen some of your work with Big Hit and I’ve got to say we at Kim Enterprise are very impressed.”

You blushed. “Jimin, that’s awfully sweet of you to say.”

Jimin waved off the darkening of your cheeks with a wave, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I’m usually the one who oversees a lot of these kind of things in Taehyung’s stead. Poor soul, in that stuffy office of his – I keep telling him to be more hands-on but you know how office work gets.” He shook his head. “So listen, your work with BH…it’s usually Jeon Jungkook you work with, right?”

Your eyes flew up to meet his at the name of your boyfriends’. Of course, to anyone outside of BH and your families, Jungkook and you were both single, but it didn’t stop your ears from pricking up at the barest mention of him.

“Uh…yes?”

Jimin hummed. “Is he any good?”

You gaped at Jimin, before reminding yourself that this was Park Jimin, affiliated with Kim Enterprise. He wasn’t deliberately being ignorant. He was quite possibly asking someone from whom he thought he could get the inns’ of BH’s prized artist.

He didn’t know the one he was talking to was his girlfriend.

“Uh, yeah,” you tried to act as nonchalant as you could. “I think he’s pretty good. He’s got a good voice, nice ears, and good to dress up and look at – the works.” You shrugged.

Jimin nodded again. You looked down at your data spreads again, trying not to let that simple interaction excite you about Jungkook’s potential future. To your knowledge, the clause about remaining unattached wasn’t part of BH’s actual agreements. It was more of an unspoken law that came with the contract.

You hadn’t heard about any such nonsense at Kim’s’. After all, Jimin was with them and he flirted with you fearlessly – uncaring about any cameras that could be around. If Jungkook worked with Kim Enterprise…he would be free from the single thing…

Things could go back to normal.

You shook your head, dispelling the thought. It was silly to expect the man to switch companies simply because of your selfish insecurities. Besides, both of you were actively trying to work past the hurdles that decision had put in your way. Putting this in his sight might just undo all that.

But then again, there was no harm in just mentioning to him that Kim Enterprise seemed interested, right?

“You know,” You started – before you could over think and talk yourself out of it. “For a good enough offer – I might just be able to put in a good word to Jungkook about you.”

Jimin’s gaze bore into you and for a second you regretted saying anything. But then he smirked, “And what kind of offer are we thinking, Miss Y/L/N?”

He drew a hairsbreadth closer, making you falter. “Oh – I, um,”

“There you are; I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

Your heads swiveled to see your best friend approach. Yoongi looked rushed, eyes flickering between the distance between Jimin and you only briefly. He didn’t make a comment, simply sliding in between your bodies to wave his phone in your face.

“Kim Taehyung has been calling me for a while now – he wants to meet with you if that’s fine with you.”

Jimin and you stared at him before looking at each other. He shrugged at you.

Yoongi kept his gaze on you and you placed a hand on his shoulder. You’d known that the partnership and investment from the Kim’s was important to Yoongi. You weren’t going to jeopardize this for him.

“Of course; he can call me and we’ll set a date.” You calmed him.

Yoongi must’ve forwarded Kim Taehyung your contact details, because the next morning your phone rang with an unknown number. You shuffled papers away from your desk, grabbing your planner and accepting the call.

“Hello?”

“Miss Y/L/N hello, its Kim Taehyung speaking, I wonder if you remember me from the Kim Sponsors’ party a while ago?”

Your Bluetooth speaker boomed with a chocolaty voice. You stared at the phone, taken by how deep Kim Taehyung’s voice truly was. It was pleasant, charming, the bass of his voice rich around you. You twirled the pen in your hand once.

“Yeah, Mr. Kim, of course I remember you.”

As if you wouldn’t remember Kim Taehyung…

“Yoongi forwarded your contact details to me. I hope you don’t mind. I was going to email you but my business is urgent and I would like to meet with you at your earliest convenience.”

Damn…

“Uh, sure, of course we can meet as soon as possible. As soon as you’re free,” You stammered, mentally slapping yourself for becoming frazzled because of just polite conversation. Did it count that this man held almost half the business that you were part of?

“Fantastic, would you be available at 11 tomorrow morning, then?”

“Absolutely,”

“Then I’ll see you at your office tomorrow. I’ll have my assistant send you an email just in case. I look forward to seeing you again, Miss Y/L/N.”

The line chimed the end of the phone call and you shivered as the speaker fell silent, taking away the presence of the man. You glanced down at the papers in front of you and decided to take an early break.

You dressed up that day. A nice blue outfit that matched your office décor and cream jacket to tie up the look prettily, you sat at your desk nervously.

Like you’d said, Kim Enterprises was THE name you wanted behind yours to succeed in anything in this city. They ruled a sect of everything, had a finger in every pie and Seokjin and Taehyung were nothing if not intimidating by just the sound of their names.

You remembered the way Yoongi had been – obvious to his face – happy about the fact that they were investing in GLOSS. As much as your loyalties lay with BH, the fact remained that Yoongi had built GLOSS solo to its heights and it was obvious in their artistries.

You would never support one company over the other, not when both had people you would do anything for, but well…they had chosen GLOSS. Yoongi relied on you for the success of this project. You weren’t about to let him down, especially not to Kim Taehyung.

Like you had expected, he was right on time.

Kim Taehyung knocked and entered your office in complete black. From the tip of his inky head to his squeaky clean shoes, everything black…and it suited him goddamn.

“How do you do, Mr. Kim?” You stood up from your chair, your hand reaching for him.

Just like the day of the party, Taehyung didn’t shake it. Instead he placed a quick, chaste kiss to your knuckles. “Miss Y/L/N, it is wonderful to see you again. I’m quite well, thank you. How are you? And please, call me Taehyung.”

“Same; and Y/N’s fine.” You smiled; your hand warm in his hold. He dropped his hand.

“This is a lovely office. Spacious, airy…my own feels like a stuffy closet to me.” He sighed dramatically, making you laugh.

“Can I offer you something; water, coffee?”

“Just water thanks.”

You handed me a tall glass of iced water from the little stand you kept to the side of your desk, condensation dripping onto his turtleneck. You looked away quickly, embarrassed.

“How have things been after the party? How’s your family?” You asked, nicely, resuming your seat.

Taehyung set the glass down. “They went quite smoothly. Most of the business things were taken care of but then that’s my brother’s area. I’m satisfied, with how my entertainment investment flourished. This project with Mr. Min is just a first step.” He smiled. “Speaking of my brother, both Son and he loved meeting you and Yoongi. We all did. I wish my father were able to attend too.”

You laughed. “I loved meeting them too. Especially Mrs. Son,”

“I believe Jimin loved meeting you a bit too much.” He mumbled lowly.

You looked down, heat pooling into your cheeks at the thought that you were being flirted with. Even if Jungkook hadn’t been in the picture, you doubted if you were adept enough to return the fire Park Jimin possessed.

“Anyway, like I said, my investment proves its potential. Hoseok and Jimin’s showcase was enough to see that.”

You nodded, glancing up at him. Taehyung’s eyes had drifted out your window. Some wayward strands of hair had escaped his neat do, falling over his eyes. You cleared your throat.

“Is this what you meant, when you said you had urgent business to discuss? Talking about Yoongi with me…?”

You hoped you didn’t sound harsh. But Kim Taehyung’s presence was heavy and it made you hot to your ears, bringing with it an urge to stand up and move around to dissipate the tense energy that pulsed in you.

“Not quite,” Taehyung sat up straighter, fixing his suit jacket. “You see, Y/N, the name Kim is known throughout this city, perhaps event the country. It is a brand by now, renowned in everything. However, and this is despite the many planners and management teams we have – entertainment is still a circle where we haven’t quite made our mark yet. By that I mean, the artists we back, even if they succeed in the sales, don’t win…or make the impact we want on the charts.”

You gulped.

For the past many years, it was a known thing that BH was sweeping up prizes, awards, and numbers by the thousands. Every year, competing companies would stake their names and every year, BH came out the winner. And ever since Namjoon and Jungkook had partnered up, it was a sure thing for them to win…

…With you abetting those wins…

You gulped again.

“Now, this could be a production problem, or our artists aren’t quite what they claim to be. But it wouldn’t be art if we start judging it by wins. I’m not a connoisseur by mean tactics, but it stands that my father and my family – my board, my company and our name relies on me to hold the mantle up. I want to prove that my involvement in the entertainment sector isn’t a waste of time and that I actually want to support people who want to follow their passions. For that, I require your help.”

Taehyung took a sip of his water.

“Jimin and Yoongi have both told me of your capabilities, of your capacities. They vet you as brilliant in event planning and management. Jimin also told me you work with BH, which let’s be real, is our biggest competition. Yoongi might have asked you for your help. But I want to make it official. I would like to have you join hands with us on this collaboration.”

You stared at Taehyung, your eyes wide, gazing into his calm, patient ones.

“Are you…really?” You gasped.

You…you were just asked to work with Kim Taehyung – with Kim Enterprises. For gods’ sake…this was huge. You wished Yoongi was here. You wished Jungkook was here. Heck, you wished your parents were here.

Taehyung smiled.

“You’re bright, fun and promising. You might just figure out something with your new experience that my teams aren’t getting.”

You were vibrating. Your hands shook under your desk in your lap. It took everything in you to not smile stupidly at Taehyung and you took a deep steadying breath, trying to appear as calm and professional as you could.

“Of course, you don’t have to give me an answer just yet –”

“No! No, I mean…” You vigorously shook your head. “I would love to. Of course, I would.”

It was almost as if a weight was taken off of Taehyung’s shoulders as well. He gave you a breathy smile, air puffing out from his mouth. “We can have lawyers draft up the preliminary copies of the contract. If you wish, we can meet for that, set the terms that we both are comfortable with.”

“I’d like that.”

Taehyung nodded, buttoning his jacket as he stood up. “It’s a deal, then. I’ll have my people get right on it and we’ll notify you.” This time he stretched out his hand first and you grasped it in a firm shake.

“Nice to be doing business with you, Taehyung,” You giggled, unable to help it.

The man in front of you smirked, eyes lingering on you a second longer as he inclined his head, “The pleasure is all mine, Y/N.”

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tobiosmilktea · 4 years

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scenario request: enemies to lovers au! w atsumu, ✨ thank you 💛

paper daisy chains — miya atsumu

5.5k words | genre/s: fluff, a little angst, enemies to lovers!au | warning/s: language, lots of arguing | pairing: atsumu x gn!reader

↪︎ in which three hours of detention leads to your hatred for your former best friend to fall apart all due to a kiss

a/n: you had me at enemies to lovers anon 😏 ngl tho this is not my best work considering i procrastinated on writing this and i needed to post something today ✨

in a mere afterthought—after everything had gone to shit already, it was then you had some forming recuperation of the situation you were in despite always finding a chance to snake your way out was no longer in your hands. so, perhaps you could have handled the situation a little bit better. emphasis on ‘little’ as there was very little you could do about your absolute hatred for miya atsumu and that sly grin on his face.

it wasn’t like this before–this messy relationship between you and atsumu. if anything, you were the bestest friends in middle school, by each other’s side like you were stuck together with glue. yet a single assumption ruined it all, tearing everything down into nothingness.

did you sometimes yearn for things to go back to the way they were before? the simple answer was yes, but your pride would never let atsumu know.

“as for you (y/l/n) (y/n), atsumu is now sporting a broken nose after you punched him during lunch.” the principle states matter-of-factually which earned a quiet scoff from behind you.

despite not standing directly next to you, atsumu was still far too close for your liking as his right shoulder often brushed against you at every small and sudden movement. you could practically feel his breath grazing the exposed part of your neck. however, you couldn’t exactly blame the setter no matter how much you wanted to as both your teacher and his coach had sandwiched you two together.

“disrespectful little swine that one.” inarizaki’s coach grunts loudly towards you, “you oughta teach that one a lesson before she hurts my starting setter again before nationals!”

you flashed the man a toothy grin as you grit them together. he always had an odd way of speaking, “yes, of course, it’s completely my fault for defending myself.” you deadpanned with your own sarcasm of poisonous venom, surprising almost everyone in the office—everyone except atsumu of course. if anything, he’s the only one still smirking in amusement while all the adults had their faces all contorted.

however, his eyes did widen a bit as he looked at you the moment you smirked up at him with proud delight written across your pretty face.

your teacher cleared his throat, elbowing you slightly in the ribs discretely. “my student didn’t mean that, sir.” he excuses, quickly giving you a warning look as a sign for you to apologize.

“i’m really sorry,” you weren’t sorry.

the principle simply smiled at your scornful apology that left your lips in the most condescending manner. he then switched his gaze back to the atsumu’s coach who has been arguing against the old man for a good fifteen minutes on only punishing you and not atsumu as it ‘wasn’t his fault,’ but you hadn’t been listening. why would you, anyway? in the end, you were going to get the short end of the stick once again with atsumu getting away with everything. from his annoying teases to his backhanded compliments that caused him a blow right on his nose in the first place will never be called out.

enter atsumu’s twin, osamu, through the office doors. to your surprise he (in a way) defended your case by saying that atsumu was provoking you all day. so, you and atsumu were both in the wrong. then again, that’s what happens between two enemies since middle school.

“based on what osamu has said, i have no choice but to give them both detention.” the principle concludes, “atsumu and (y/n) will be on cleaning duty in the library for the time being.”

“if you don’t mind me commenting,” the coach exclaims, drawing himself up to perhaps argue for the umpteenth time again, “atsumu has volleyball practice to—”

the principle immediately cuts him off, “there’s nothing i can do about it.”

“can’t he serve detention after nationals?” he tries to express once more but is cut off yet again.

“then that goes against our policy of having no behavioral issues in order to go on field trips.”

“then it is decided,” your teacher confirms with a nod. even he was getting a bit tired on this back and forth. “i’ll make sure both students will report to the library the moment the final bell rings, sir.”

great.

there was always something unnerving about the after school noon at inarizaki as you teetered on the edge of boredom and monotony. and that’s saying a lot considering you spent the majority of your time after classes secluded in your own room or wandering the streets of hyogo by yourself instead of going to club activities. you’d come to think that maybe, in the absolute inevitability that for once atsumu’s company would be much better than being alone, but you were wrong. so incredibly wrong.

you would much rather stay locked up in your bedroom all day than be stuck mopping the library floors and dusting off the shelves upon shelves of textbooks and novels.

a sigh escapes from your lips as you bring your gaze up to atsumu on the other end of the aisle, his tall figure reached at the tops of each book shelf as he dusted them off haphazardly while you too care of the bottom layers. it was understandable though as the task was not only tedious but simply counterproductive. the shelves were going to get all dusty again weren’t they? granted, punishment was punishment no matter how futile and impractical.

the library’s fluorescent lights had created shadows upon atsumu’s face, creating deep grooves and shadows upon his jaw and cheeks that perhaps you didn’t think he looked absolutely repulsive for once (even with the bandage on his broken nose).

you lift yourself from your crouched position and brushed any lingering dust off of your uniform, which at this point was a bit unkempt from the light labor you were forced to do. approaching the preoccupied setter, the rag within your hand was tossed back and forth between your left and right.

however, your eyebrows furrowed as you stopped only a few feet shy away from atsumu who should at least be sensing your presence at this point. he always had a knack of being aware of where you were and honestly you found it plain creepy. your gaze fell upon the rag in your hand, shrugging to yourself before chucking it at atsumu’s face.

the setter’s expression contorted slightly in confusion as the piece of cloth smacked him on the side of his cheek before falling onto the floor. his gaze followed the rag before turning his stare towards you.

“i’m bored,” you sighed out in a mutter with little to no emotion coating your words.

“me too,” he replies, crouching down to pick up the rag before tossing it to you lightly. you caught it within your hands as you feign the look of surprise on your visage. you honestly expected him throw it as hard as he could, but he didn’t. “the faster we get this done the faster we get to go home–or whatever you do after school like wander around hyogo or something.”

you nod, yet curiosity stroked you. how would he know about that? gently placing one foot in front of the other, you steered closer to the boy. “and how would you know i do that everyday after school?”

it was then, you could finally feel the striking tension between the two of you. as if it was heat emanating and merging simply from the proximity you two were standing, a beat had passed again the moment you confirmed that whatever answer atsumu was going to give you would be complete and utter bullshit.

“just to make sure you were safe,” he mutters so nonchalantly. something so out of his character, especially for you would obviously be more alarming than a simple shrug and a brow raise.

your arms braided over each other, your gaze hardening by the second. “safe?” you repeat in disbelief that was accompanied with a scoff, “that’s rich, miya, anymore shitty lies you want to tell me before i could ruin that pretty face of yours again?”

a smirk had fallen on his lips as he flickered you an entertained look. “so, you think i’m pretty?”

you roll your eyes, turning your back towards him. you knew talking to him was a stupid idea and if only your teacher didn’t force you to try to make amends during detention with him, you wouldn’t have to feel your brain cells deteriorate every time you look his way. so much for taking sensei’s words into consideration into making friends with him again when your patience was being tested every five seconds. “whatever,” you scoff for the umpteenth time as you going back to your previous spot.

“the thing is, what i said just then wasn’t a lie.” he concludes while his eyes follow your figure to the other end of the aisle, “but, it’s not like you’d believe me or care for that matter.”

you’re right, i don’t. you thought to yourself, and yet you were still taken aback from the sudden ardor in his tone. it was less of atsumu’s usual bite from his arguments and more of a laceration to the skin, near rather than cutthroat despite both being some form of verbal wound. one hurt more than the other and you were sure atsumu was holding back.

“and what makes you think that?” you question.

atsumu shrugs, “nothing really groundbreaking.” he pauses as his eyes fall upon your expression of nothingness as for once he couldn’t find the right words to say. on the tip of his tongue laid words that would definitely hurt you and that hollow chest of yours, and usually he wouldn’t care just the same as you wouldn’t, yet something was stopping him.

come to think of it, this was one of the rare occasions that you and atsumu were actually alone together. nothing but the confines of the library bookshelves to obstruct you and your enemy. if anything, you and atsumu are constantly surrounded by others who are aware of your mutual resentment towards each other. hell, the only reason why your name was even as near popular as atsumu’s was because you had beef with him that was never serious in the first place. even after the numerous altercations you had since middle school with the blond boy, it was always him who provoked you.

it was almost as if you only kept up your act because that’s all you’re known for in this damn school. and you hated it.

“just the fact that you hate me is the biggest reason.” atsumu adds.

a sarcastic laugh emitted from you as you turned back towards him. you were well aware how priceless your expression looked, all muddied in disbelief and annoyance. “the feeling’s mutual.” you seethed through your teeth, stopping yourself from suddenly dumping fuel to a slow building ember. you had dirt on atsumu, but so did he and you had to be careful in order to play your cards well.

yet atsumu was already one step ahead of you, “you know hiding you emotions and feelings isn’t very healthy, is it?” he evoked. it was starting again and you knew it—from the way he inched closer to you and the way he held that godforsaken smirk on his lips again.

this guy was really asking for it wasn’t he?

a chuckle leaves your lips as you fully face him, your skin pulsated with arising anger, you couldn’t wait for miya atsumu to pull your final strings so you could finally land a punch on his face again. “it’s not like stalking someone after school is any better,” you hissed in the same venom. “i heard that shit can go on your permanent record if you were caught following someone. who knows, miya, maybe you’ll be surprised one day when you’re kicked off the volleyball team all of a sudden—”

“that’s hilarious coming from you, (y/n), you piece of—” atsumu had cut himself off in the midst of his retort, pursing his lips together as his hardened gaze suddenly dropped. “whatever,” he scoffs before turning away.

he let out a frustrated sigh as he attempted to walk back to the other end of the bookshelf so he wouldn’t have to look at your widening smile of provocation on your visage—slick with the taste of ash and synthetic amusement. it covered you in a downpour of emotions, most of which (if not all) were just synonyms of anger and acrimony. your tone was almost elated, drenched in salty irritation that couldn’t wither. you waited for him continue his words knowing damn well he could hit you with something stronger, something that can hurt more.

atsumu had to admit that he wasn’t as nearly as tough as you, though. you were someone that grew up surrounded with constant thunderstorms of a family and had a chest filled with bruising epiphanies waiting to be spewed out if anyone were to ever fuck up. it would’ve been best if he stepped himself away knowing that you both had no crowd to entertain, and yet there was an aching within you that wanted atsumu to continue whatever insult rested on his tongue.

pull that string, miya, i dare you.

“whatever?” you miffed, testing the waters you knew was tainted in tension. “no, please continue what you were about to call me, miya. i’d love to hear a new rendition.”

the setter shook his head as he couldn’t bring himself to meet the fury in your eyes any longer. “i hate how it had to be you,” he muttered under his breath.

“what was that?”

atsumu shook his head, “nothing.”

detention was flying by slower than you had hoped.

within the first hour, you and atsumu had finished all the work assigned simply due to the fact that keeping yourselves busy on opposite sides of the library was best for both of your mental health.

two hours left of detention and boredom was dangerous for the likes of you two. now that you were both situated at the array of desks, it was common sense that some form of dispute between the two of you were bound to happened despite being separated and sitting at your own tables.

stupid atsumu, you thought. he really thought he was sly trying to sneak glances at you every five seconds like he was just waiting to get you riled up. what was his problem anyway? you thought that atsumu was the one who stopped himself from making matters worse earlier but it seems like he wanted to start something again.

you ignored him like you usually do. you were far too busy making a second pair of paper daisy chains and you needed the utmost focus cutting out each individual paper daisy to string into a faux flower crown.

atsumu had some audacity thinking he could keep throwing glances at you when you literally had a pair of scissors in your hand.

“keep staring and you’ll lose all of your piss-blond hair,” you deadpanned. you didn’t even bother to look at him as you were too preoccupied in your latest craft activity to fight your boredom.

however, it wasn’t atsumu’s fault that you were a complete enigma to him. he hated the way his friendship with you ended up like this after one big misunderstanding. sure, the first signs of your wavering friendship on the cusp of the big chasm of hatred you both created started in the middle school, but it truly formed in your first year.

granted, it wasn’t like he was wrong for worrying about you. he thought you were in danger last year when he thought you were getting involved with terrible people and simply reporting any suspicious behavior was his best way to go. the report was anonymous, but after you received the news, you were immediately suspended for a week all because of him. atsumu wasn’t going to negate the fact that perhaps it was his fault, but despite his numerous trials and errors of apologizing to you, it turned into nothing but heated arguments that led to your relationship now. all jagged and broken.

the topic has been taboo since.

atsumu’s gaze left yours, scoffing under his breath as he rolled his eyes. why did it have to be you? it wasn’t like this before, but you were all well aware how stubborn you two were.

you were an absolute wildfire that couldn’t be contained and atsumu was constantly treading over fresh embers that threatened to ignite at any form of friction. he was tired of always having to be careful around you, especially now that you broke his nose, yet he still wanted for things to be different.

“here,” your voice interrupts the tense silence as you toss him a finished paper daisy chain. it landed on his crossed arms, raising an eyebrow of confusion when he picked it up. “give that to osamu.”

atsumu was a bit perplexed to say the least, but he simply sighs to himself before gently placing the flower crown over his temples. “why osamu?” he knew damn well why, “i think it looks better on me.” he mused.

“you look hideous with it on,” you scoff, “besides it’s for your brother for a reason.”

“cause you like him better?”

“no doubt about it.”

(can you believe you liked atsumu more than osamu back in middle school?)

the setter shrugs, “too bad, you gave it to me so it’s mine now.”

“no it’s not, you don’t deserve one.” you say as you stand from your chair that screeched against the dark oak flooring of the library. you try to reach for the flower crown on atsumu’s head, but his hand snatched your wrist before you could grab it.

atsumu’s adams apple bobbed up and down when he realized how close you were, “let. go.” your voice was hushed, yet still spat out your infamous venomous tone.

but he didn’t let go.

“aren’t you tried of it?” atsumu brings up instead.

“tired?”

“of this,” he continued before motioning to each other, “of us having to act like we hate each other everyday?”

you feigned a scoff, yet you couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes to the absolute bullshit coming out of atsumu’s mouth right now. “i’m not acting.”

“well i am,” remarked atsumu before a millisecond could even pass, “i’m tired of having to act like i hate you all the time.”

it was then it seemed like something just cracked within you. lies, lies lies, everything was a lie with atsumu—from the moment he ruined your trust last year to every altercation, big or small, that happened until this point was nothing but lies. you swallowed a lump of pride, fear, and anger collecting in your throat as you let out a huff. “your lies are becoming progressively shittier, you know that right? i don’t need your sorry excuse of sincerity.”

you tugged at your wrist again, this time harder for atsumu to finally let you go, but he wasn’t budging. it wasn’t like you to admit this either, but it was starting to hurt.

“too bad i’m not lying.”

a sigh of frustration left your lips as you felt your anger suddenly swell within you. bottling up your emotions until they exploded was something you were explicitly good at and you could feel the bile rising in your throat, burning you along with words that threatened to spew out of your mouth. “what the fuck is wrong with you? you think that saying that bullshit now is going to make up everything that had ever happened between us?”

“no, I just—”

you didn’t bother to let him speak as you cut him off, “your volleyball fangirls harass me everyday for treating how i treat you, not mention i get constantly watched on like a hawk because of what you did! you made me lose my parents trust after i got suspended and i can’t even go out freely anymore! the only reason why i wander around hyogo alone after school is because that’s the only time i can have to myself since my parents think i have club activities—”

atsumu didn’t mutter a word as he waited for you to continue. he knew there was more inside you yearning to finally be verbalized and he was ready for it to come his way.

“you think i’m acting like i hate you out of pettiness, but that only proves how self-centered you are atsumu,” you huffed, not bothering to pull your wrist out of the setter’s vice-like grip anymore. “for once, i did consider finally letting this whole thing between us go and make amends, but not like this—not when you just keep fucking up and digging yourself a bigger hole.”

a few beats of silence passed between the two of you as you felt the heat rising within your slowly deplete. even atsumu’s hand on your wrist had loosened up a bit, sending a wave of relief within you knowing that you had a chance finally walk away.

“so you’re tired too?” the setter suddenly interjected.

here we go again, you thought with a dejected sigh. “can you—”

his hold around your wrist suddenly tightened again, but not as harsh as before. “answer my question.”

“no.” you pursed your lips together.

“liar.”

“atsumu, please—”

“listen, i’m really sorry about what i did.” the setter expressed, hoping the sincerity in his voice was reaching you. “what i did was fucked up, but just say the word and we can stop everything right here.”

“let go,” you muttered in between, but atsumu only continued.

“no more arguments, we could go back to how we were before or we could start over again—”

“i said let go!”

it was then atsumu’s grip left your wrist and caught your face in between his hands and leaned in.

it wasn’t like this was your first kiss, but it certainly felt like it. granted, this was the first time you kissed some you hate—or rather, someone you’re supposed to hate. you’ve kissed numerous people before, all of which were fueled with nothing but boredom and was nothing more than a simple peck. and yet, this was everything out of the ordinary. you were kissing miya atsumu for fuck’s sake and for once there wasn’t a clear instinct in your body to move away fom him.

your mind blurred so much that the confusion written all over your expression and in your head was muddied by the roaring of your heartbeat. perhaps it was the way atsumu had managed to somehow run his hand from your face and through your hair while the other gently caressed your cheek as if this was how it was supposed to be for ages. it certainly didn’t feel like some cheap thrill atsumu had devised as the way he pulled you closer to him felt like a missing puzzle piece finally being placed.

and for once, you didn’t feel absolutely disgusted when he touched you like this.

it was then when the bandage on atsumu’s healing nose tickled the bridge of yours had suddenly pulled your out of some dream-ridden euphoria. as if it was a reminder that this is what you did. the person who was supposed to be your best friend turned into your enemy after one misunderstanding. he hurt you once and that was the most he did, and yet it only made matters worse when you’ve come to the realization that all of atsumu’s quarrels with you was far less hurtful than what you ever said. they were all for the same reason and that reason was how he felt for you. the feelings had been simmering within him since middle school was finally revealing itself and you’ve been throwing it away for so long.

you didn’t deserve this type of love.

the swift beating of your heart was no longer from the burning sensation of atsumu’s lips against yours, but rather the adrenaline of every single worry tucked in the confines of your head were coming out of their shadows all at once. no matter how intoxicating a forbidden kiss like this felt, you were suffocating beneath the drowning ocean of the unspeakable.

your swollen lips, all tinted red parted slightly before biting down on atsumu’s lip.

“shit!” he suddenly exclaimed, suddenly pulling away to touch the bleeding wound on his bottom lip.

you took this chance to finally get away like you always did. and to your surprise, atsumu didn’t follow you into the labyrinthine aisles of the empty library for once. perhaps this was the one time you were glad that you and atsumu were alone in this huge room as it at least saved you from any humiliation of whatever the fuck just happened.

the inkling within your gut felt familiar, but too peculiar to fully comprehend. yet, with the blush that stretched from your cheeks to your ears still at it’s fullest opacity to the loudness your heartbeat still thumping against your chest and in your ears, it was obviously what the feeling was.

this can’t be happening.

you let out a sigh.

fifteen minutes. that’s all that’s left of the three hours of detention and after this, you were free from the confines of the library walls that suffocated you.

just fifteen more minutes before you can leave and avoid atsumu for the rest of your life. after those fifteen minutes, you would no longer give two shits about inarizaki’s setter and he could no longer confuse you anymore. and all you needed to do was wait in the most obscure corner of the library that most wouldn’t even go to.

the thing is, it was genuinely a good plan, but lately you’ve come to the conclusion that you had been underestimating atsumu for such a long time. this was one of those moments where you believed he would leave once detention was over, and yet he made sure to go through each and every aisle of bookshelves only to find you with your nose stuck in a book to keep you occupied. you didn’t even see him at first, but atsumu was glad you didn’t as he spent a good five minutes forcing himself to stop blushing just by your presence.

and to your (quite unfortunate) luck, here miya atsumu was now—approaching you in all his broken-nosed glory. it certainly didn’t help the fact that this entire time, you couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss. it was the way he spoke about his feelings for you via the sparks from the sudden excursion that had your heart blossoming out of your chest even an hour after it happened

atsumu plops himself next to you, yet still leaving enough room that you wouldn’t run away from him again. his arms rest over his knees as he picked at his nails in uncertainty, as if he was treading over thin ice and a single misstep would eliminate any progress that was created between the two of you. “we’re free to go in fifteen minutes,” his voice was gentle, yet hesitance laced it to soften it a bit more as you didn’t even spare him a glance. “...just to let you know.”

there was no response from you. a simple nod was a good enough answer even though you weren’t obligated to. if anything, you feared that atsumu could hear the wavering in your voice when if you did say anything verbally. you hoped just by a simple nod would be a sign for him to get up and leave you alone in your furrowing thoughts, but he just sat there. in the deafening silence and the flipping of the pages of your book, he stayed for you.

atsumu wanted to make sure you got home safely and not do anything stupid. he knew what you were capable of especially after something out of the ordinary transpires (see: the kiss from earlier).

you had to admit that maybe you didn’t care that he was right next to you anymore. before, you would always yell at him to leave you alone or give you space, but for once his presence felt comforting to you (you wouldn’t confess that for you the life of you, though). you just hoped he wouldn’t notice the heat rising in your neck again.

(he did end up noticing)

the setter cleared his throat then, his fingers still playing with each other to spare him from the awkwardness. “are you okay?”

you huffed, “i knew you were an idiot, but i didn’t think you were this stupid.”

there it was, atsumu thought. despite the severity of your response, he couldn’t help but feel a smile creep on his lips knowing that you were at least talking to him. throughout the past year, he had come to realize that having you throw insults at him was better than not talking at all. granted, you wouldn’t even spare a single breath to someone you truly hated and not give a shit about. so if anything, you being mean to him was a sign that you think of him as something more than a stranger.

it was an odd case of stockholm syndrome, atsumu had to admit.

“is it because of the kiss earlier?” he asked, yet you didn’t utter a word. rather it was the sudden bursting of red tinted ears and burning cheeks stopped you from forming proper words. you would never get used to this feeling. “if it makes you feel any better—”

“just shut up about it,” you hissed as plunged your face deeper into your book. atsumu seeing your tomato-red face was the last thing you wanted as you shooed him away, “i don’t want to hear it.”

a chuckle left atsumu as he took the book out of your hands, loudly slapping it shut that the impact of paper hitting one another echoed throughout the library. it forced you to look at him in the eyes as he smirked at your expression. he hasn’t seen a look of embarrassment on your visage before and he found it adorable. “if the next words that come out of your mouth is to forget about the kiss ever happening, i’ll do it again and make sure you remember.”

your jaw tightened slightly as you peered your eyes at him, “fine.” you affirmed, “it did happen, but it meant nothing.”

“well, it meant something to me.” atsumu countered, not even noticing the way he leaned in closer.

it felt almost impulsive the way your emotions just crumbled before you. with the sense of betrayal between your mind and your heart had you dragged into the tide of finally giving into the guy you’re supposed to be hating. it felt criminal the way you even let your eyes flicker back down to his lips that was still a bit swollen from last time.

it just had to you, huh?

“i hate you,” you say before pulling him his tie towards you.

the kiss was slower than last time, deeper even. you were sure this was how serendipity felt like, sweet against your tongue like marmalade and soft like feathers with the way atsumu was trying to chase that euphoria when he made his way down your jaw. the ghost of his lips left trails down your neck and to your collarbone before recoiling back to your lips. you tasted like mocha and atsumu already found himself addicted to it.

“miya! (y/l/n)!” the advisor in charge of detention’s voice suddenly thundered throughout the library, forcing you two to pull away from each other. “detention ends in five minutes! the hell is this? daisy chains?” he suddenly interjects before letting out a loud scoff. “if i don’t see the rest of the trash from these tables thrown away, i’m giving you two another after school detention next week!”

a disappointed sigh emits from you as you and atsumu make your way back to the other end of the library. you hoped the exchange between the two of you wasn’t too obvious as your lips were all pink and your uniform disheveled.

the advisor gave you two a look before turning away to leave the library. humiliation struck you then and atsumu couldn’t help but laugh.

“i’ll make sure osamu gets his paper daisy chain.” the setter reassures playfully as he snatches both flower crowns from the table and hands the other to you.

your hands brush together as you take it from him, muttering, “you can have it if you want.”

“what was that?”

“nothing,” you say as you make your way towards the library’s entrance, “i said you look like a cunt.”

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu imagines #atsumu scenarios #miya atsumu #atsumu fluff #atsumu miya #atsumu hcs #hq atsumu #haikyuu atsumu

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justasimplesinner · 4 years

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Request cause it’s been a hard start of the week! Can you please write some Riddler fluff?

s a m e, i barely came back to school and i already wanna crawl into bed and fall into oblivion. so, as a compensation for that horrible start, i decided to turn this into a small fic! hopefully to your enjoyment

tho i haven’t written in a while so it might just suck dick, but it also might just not

Not today

It was one of those days. Days when getting out of bed seemed like the hardest challenge. Days when everything was proving to be a tedious task, when everyone was just annoying enough to make you want to crawl into a hole and stay there until the ground swallowed you whole, when not a single thing turned out the way you hoped it to-

Yes, you were having a bad day. A terrible day. And it was only the beginning of another tiresome week of work. The way back home went on and on, like you weren't even getting close while all you craved was to bundle up in your covers and fall into a deep sleep until everything was right again. Your head hurt from all the noise, your eyes hurt from all the light, your legs hurt from all the stairs you had to climb but at long last you reached your final destination - your front door. Rustling of your keys was the only thing you could focus on, you were just so, so close to the peace and quiet of your own home, your hands shaking in anticipation to get that damn key in and turning the lock when you realized...

The door was already open.

It should've scared you - living in Gotham was dangerous at best, and yet, it didn't. The second you walked in, you knew. You sensed it. And only a wave of irritation swallowed your whole being. No concern, no fear - just anger.

You loved him. You really did. You cherished every moment spent with him. You really did. You craved his company, even more than he craved yours sometimes. You really did. But today... Today you had no strength left to deal with his antics.

– Hi diddle diddle, let me greet you with a riddle! – was his way of saying 'hello' and it wasn't anything unusual, he was The Riddler after all. It wasn't even the first time (and definitely not the last) he snuck into your home to surprise you after work - although it wasn't much of a surprise nowadays. The whole situation was really just a normal, almost day-to-day occurence to you and yet today, it filled you with such unexplicable infuriation you didn't even have the words to express it.

– Not today, Ed. – that was all you could muster, bags dropping to the floor along with your last ounces of energy as you dragged your feet on the very slow, and very tiresome journey to get to your only destination - the bedroom.

Until he jumped right in front of you, ruffled like he's been lounging in your apartment for hours - which wasn't that impossible at all - with that damn bright smile plastered on his face. Or was it a devious smirk? Probably a smirk.

– Tired much, hm? Well, I'm sure you could muster the strength to rack your brains for one answer, don't you think? – he was rambling on with that perfect timbre of his and keeping you away from the one fucking thing you needed and if he didn't step back right this instance-

No, he stepped closer, lean form slightly towering, blue eyes shining bright, arms slithering up yours.

– Answer me, and I'll reward you with a kiss. – he must've thought that was the best encouragement. And on any other day, it might be. But not today. – What do you get when you cross a fish and drumsticks?

He shone you a shit-eating grin as he leaned in, the tip of his nose touching yours and it took everything in you not to grab him by the throat and slam him into the ground. He didn't even do anything, but it was so annoying you were about to burst.

– I'm not in the mood. – he should've taken that last warning you offered him, he should've backed off. But apparently, you were expecting too much from him.

– Aw, come on, that one's on kindergarten level. – he had the cheek to fucking tut at you – I know you're not that stupid, it isn't hard. Just think.

That was the last straw.

– Well, since you're always saying I am that stupid, why should I even try?! Or maybe you're the dumb one? Can't you understand that I'm tired?! – you just... exploded. You screamed and shoved and fought your way to the bedroom tooth and nail, without a single glance behind to see his face fall at your outburst.

It wasn't fair. You knew that. He was just being his usual excited self, he had done nothing wrong, but you just couldn't stand it. Being called stupid was the last thing you needed after a day like this and you didn't want to scream but you just couldn't take it anymore and now you were crying into your pillow like a fucking child and-

You heard him before you saw him, his feet shuffling carefully into your room, stopping practically right at the door. Like he was scared to approach you just yet.

– Are you-... – it took a good few moments before he tried to break the silence but you were already speaking over him.

– Sorry. I'm sorry. I just-, it was a bad day for me, okay? – you croaked not even looking him in the eyes, your body laying limp on the bed. That outburst really took away the last bit of strength you might've had, fatigue taking over once more to the point where even taking a slightly deeper breath exhausted you to no end.

Your remorse, however, seemed to give Edward some of the briefly lost courage and flashed him a green light to go and approach you.

– It's okay. – his tone was condescending and his bodyweight dipped the bed so low when he sat that you practically tumbled into his thighs but he was trying. He was trying to comfort you the best way he knew how and you had to give him credit for that. Especially after you lashed out at him.

But you were glad he understood. That he made your guilt lessen. That he increased your humor, if only a little bit, as his arms slowly circled your frame and pulled you into his lap, his fingers drumming on your shoulders.

It lasted barely a minute or two befre he started humming (as off-key as it gets), writhing under you, slowly sliding down while simultaneously pulling you up to his chest, but it's the thought that counts. It's the fact that he even bothered to try and bring you some calm.

– Fishsticks. – he blurted out once the silence started getting to him. It was so completly random you just had to ask, confusion replacing the fatigue.

– The answer. It was fishsticks. – of course that's what he meant – I made us fishsticks for dinner. And puree. And a salad. – of course he rambled on, sounding like he was scared of disturbing your momentary peace but unable to keep himself quiet any longer. He was always talking, never quiet. And, despite others finding that annoying, the rumble of his chest as random words slipped from his honeyed lips could put you to sleep any time of the day.

Not today, though. Of course.

– There's a Family Feud marathon on TV-... – well, that was just taking it a step too far.

– No. I'm not moving.

It was surprising he could even understand you, seeing as your already slurred words were muffled by the fabric of his shirt, but he didn't call himself a genius for nothing.

– No, no! I will carry you. Along with the blanket! You can still sleep there. – he immediately jumped at the mere oppurtunity of you saying 'yes', and how could you say no to an offer like that? Although you doubted you'll get any sleep with Edward watching Family Feud, it was still more than you could ask for to brighten up your mood.

And at long last, things were finally starting to look better for you.

#edward nygma #edward nigma #riddler #fluff #or i hope its fluff #i tried okay? lmao #hope this could brighten up your day a little bit!#the riddler #my writing

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ghostcatsso · 3 years

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Elizabeth says we need to find four pieces of the light ceremony book and also we need to inform all the druids around jorvik of what’s going on. She sends me to the Spymaster

This is one weird guy. I like him.

He says a lot of stuff about him knowing everything but not being able to tell me anything. Cool. Helpful. He does tell me this tho:

I’m still confused how and why he was even missing, but yes good, let’s go tell Linda we found her horse

Hey Linda we might’ve found your missing horse. Sorry for making fun of you for not having one

She gave me her riding helmet so Meteor will recognize it and then I went searching for him in Goldenhills Valley

Found him!

He sure is handsome. Look at that beard! Amazing

He says he’s been wandering around not knowing who he was, but the helmet reminded him of Linda and now he’s starting to remember. He still can’t remember where he’s been or how he got there, though. All he remembers is everything being pink. Interesting.

I tell him Linda is at Silverglade Manor and he runs off to find her. I wanted to follow along with him but he ran way faster than Chance and I could ever dream lol

Aww, look at them reunited <3

Linda thanked me and told me a bit about the moon circle. How it can give her visions of the past and future. That’s really cool. Does that mean I can have cool visions too? We haven’t really had any have we? But we are, apparently, connected to the moon circle as much as any of the others.

Now back to the Spymaster. He had another quest for me but I wanted to get Meteor first lol

The Spymaster explains that he uses chipmunks to carry messages but all of his chipmunks are currently training to dig in the sand faster or something. The point is he needs more. So I had to go to Steve’s and ask those chipmunks to come help

This was honestly kind of creepy and the sound they made when I picked them up to bring them to the spymaster did not help. Why did they sound like they’re dying?!

Anyway then I had to write all the letters for them to take to the druids scattered around Jorvik.

I had to sit and watch that stupid bar load oh so slowly 12 times. 12 letters. And then, if that wasn’t tedious enough, I had to take the finished letters to the chipmunks one at a time. Why was this so frustratingly slow .-.

Anyway once the letters were all sent, the Spymaster gave me the first part of the light ceremony book. It turns out he had it.

So I took the book to Elizabeth and she said I might as well go and get the second one while I’m at it. It’s at jarl’s tomb.

Back with this guy. He says it’s past the moon door. I need the moon key and a fully fledged moon soul rider. Guess I gotta go get Linda

Aw look at you two all tacked up now. Yay! Now come help me open a door

you two have fun out here together, me and linda are gonna go do hot girl stuff

fancy

Hey why’s this table so freakishly tall?? Was this tomb made by giants???

Anyways, I got the second book, time to take it back to Elizabeth.

She said we only need two more and she knows exactly where they are, but then the quests just stopped there lol

#sso #quests #story quests #chance and charlie

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sammie-e · 4 years

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Take A Moment To Breathe

INVOLVED: Mercedes Jones and Samuel Evans TIME FRAME: LOCATION: Doctor Office; Atlanta, Georgia SUMMARY: Samuel takes Mercedes to an appointment with her doctor to get to the bottom of things.

Mercedes sat in the office with Samuel, her hands clenched together in her lap and shoved between her thighs as she sat there, slightly rocking back and forth. She had no idea what Samuel had drug her to the doctor. She was fine. She just needed to get more sleep. That was all. Her mother had really hit a nerve within her, and she had been on edge ever since. There was just so much going on. She was a new mother and she was young at that, the life that she once knew was gone. Her freedom and her confidence were gone. She just didn’t know how to process her feelings anymore.

Samuel sat in the doctor’s office waiting to start the examination, he didn’t really know what he was doing. He was just here per her mother’s request though he himself honestly didn’t know what any of this stuff meant. Getting her to come had been a task but he had done so successfully, Carter was being watched by trusted eyes so that was one less bother in all of this. He looked over at her for a moment before he turned his head and folded his arms over his chest gently.

Mercedes looked at Samuel out the corner of her eye as she rested there, just rocking her body slightly. Her hands were gripped together so tightly between her legs that she was beginning to lose circulation in her fingers. Sighing out deeply, she looked over at him fully. “Sam…” she breathed out. “I’m fine,” she told him quietly, feeling extremely uncomfortable with being there.

Samuel continued to sit in the chair quietly, shifting in the seat hearing her call his name. He looked at her and shook his head “but you aren’t” he broke to her “it’s nothing fine about anything you’ve shown me lately” he said quietly.

Tucking her lips in at his words, Mercedes let out a deep sad sigh. Her body stopped rocking and she pulled her hands from her lap to fold her arms over her chest as she pouted a bit. Tears had sprung to her eyes, but she refused to let them fall as she stared at a poster on the wall.

Dr. David knocked on the door gently, waiting patiently for a response.

Samuel looked at her, he raised a brow before he looked away. This was hard for him too, not just her; she'd see that one day. He heard a knock and he said “come in” to the doctor.

As someone knocked on the door, Mercedes looked towards him slowly, blinking hard to clear the tears from her eyes. She shifted slightly, arms still folded over her chest as she began to kick her feet back and forth idly.

Dr. David heard Samuel’s voice letting him know it was okay to enter and he took the opportunity, moving into the room slowly. “Hello,” he said as he looked at the couple knowingly. Erica had called him a few days before the couple booked their appointment, he knew exactly why they were here, and it was quite unfortunate. “How are we doing today?” he asked as he sat his clipboard with the questionnaire that he would need Mercedes to fill out, off to the side as he moved to wash his hands thoroughly.

Samuel watched the man enter and he gave him a fake grin “hi” he said to the man easily. Samuel looked to the Mercedes at the man’s question, waiting for her to answer.

Mercedes gazed at Dr. David as he entered and Mercedes let out a small hum at his question, her shoulders slumping a bit. “I’m fine,” she said as per usual. “Just a little tired, feeling burnt out,” she told the doctor truthfully. “Really not sure why Sam brought me here though… being tired is normal after having a baby, right?” she questioned. That day with her mother, she understood there was something wrong with her, but it was hard to wrap her brain around, even now.

Dr. David listened to the couple at their responses and he nodded slowly, listening intently to Mercedes as he dried his hands before he sat down in his chair and wheeled over to the teenager. “Yes, feeling a bit overwhelmed or tired is normal,” he said before he glanced at Samuel. He looked back at Mercedes before he asked her, “and how is Carter doing?”

Samuel looked at Mercedes as she spoke, giving the man the same answer, she gave everyone all the time. No one in the world was that tired, if there should be anyone it should be him. School, two jobs, one of which was very tedious the other very demanding, and a newborn son that he solely took care of because his mother was indeed unwell. At her statement he looked away from her and to her doctor, the two swapped glances before he asked his next question.

Mercedes stared at Dr. David a bit blankly as she nodded slowly. At his question about Carter, she opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. How was Carter doing? As she racked her brain, she began to realize that she had no idea. She opened and closed her mouth a few times before looking over at Samuel. “Uh…” she said softly. “He-uh- he’s okay…”

Dr. David nodded slowly at Mercedes, looking at the teenage girl expectantly. When she couldn’t find the words to answer his question, he looked at Samuel, a small frown on his face until Mercedes finally came up with an answer that didn’t really give him much to go on. All it did was let him know that Mercedes really didn’t know how Carter was doing which was indeed a red flag. “That is good,” he told her calmly before he reached for his clipboard. “Well, Mercedes,” he began looking down at the board in his hands, “I want you to go ahead and fill out this questionnaire for me,” he told her softly. “Pretty standard and straight-forward and we like to have most mother’s fill it out a few weeks after giving birth,” he explained, looking at Samuel once more as he handed the clipboard over to Mercedes, along with a pen.

Samuel looked down toying with his fingernails, she wouldn’t know the answer to that question, but he said nothing. It would not have served as helpful to anyone if he spoke up and answered. He let that be. As the man went on to explain what he wanted from the girl next he looked at the clipboard for a moment before he looked back up at the man. Samuel looked back at the man before he looked back at her and he said without even leaving her to think she had a choice “fill it out” quietly, his hands resting on his thighs now.

Mercedes listened to Dr. David as best she could, her focus really all over the place. She just wanted to get out of there. As he handed her the clipboard, she looked down at the questionnaire on it and before she looked back at the doctor with an arched eyebrow. However, at Samuel’s command, she let out a small huff and took the pen as she began to read over the information and the questions. Looking it over, her face scrunched before she looked back over at Samuel with wide eyes. The last question really struck her. That day she sat in the shower. It was so hot she had almost cut off her oxygen and her skin felt like it was on fire for days after. Biting her lip hard, she looked back down at the paper as she reluctantly began to fill it out one question at a time.

Samuel looked at her as she grabbed the pen, he watched her expressions and the arrangement of emotions as they danced across her face and he licked his lips. She needed to get this done and they needed to get to the bottom of it all right here, right now. As she began to fill it out, he rested back in the chair and ran his hands through his long hair.

Dr. David sat there, watching Mercedes and Samuel closely as Mercedes pondered the questionnaire. He saw it quite often, women unsure of if they should take it or how they should answer. However, no one could take it for Mercedes. She had to answer the questions with absolutely no influence from them. So, he just sat quietly as Mercedes finally began to fill it out. Looking at Samuel, Dr. David rested his hands on his knees as he waited patiently.

Samuel shifted in his seat as he sat before the doctor, he looked at the man and then at Mercedes again as she slowly but surely filled the form out. He licked his lips wondering what she was putting down as they waited.

Mercedes finished filling out the questionnaire and she slowly handed the clipboard and pen back to Dr. David, her bottom lip between her teeth as she bit down hard. Looking over at Samuel, she gazed at the side of his face before she looked down, her hands in her lap once more, tucked between her thighs as she began rocking once more.

Dr. David took the clipboard from Mercedes and looked over her responses quickly. It only took him a few minutes to score the questionnaire. He had done this so many times for so long that it just came easily to him now and Mercedes results were very unsettling. Out of a maximum score of 30, Mercedes had scored a 25. That wasn’t good, not even a little bit. With a hum, he sat the clipboard aside and asked her. “Mercedes when you feel sad, it is a normal sadness or is it an overwhelming feeling that you just can’t explain?” he asked patiently.

Samuel watched Mercedes as she handed the clipboard back over to the man, he watched him. Studying his face as he looked it over. As he spoke asking Mercedes another question Samuel looked at her waiting to hear what she had to say in response to it.

At the question, Mercedes shrugged her shoulders slightly, biting chewing on her lip nervously. “I-I don’t know,” she mumbled softly. “Sometimes I just get sad for no real reason that I can explain…” she said softly, shrugging again. “I just… I want to cry and ball up…” she whispered. “I’ll just feel useless and unnecessary,” she told him softly, avoiding Samuel’s eyes.

Samuel listened to her as she spoke, and he licked his lips very slowly as he tucked his lips in looking at her doctor. He felt bad, there was nothing he could do, and he was trusting the man to fix her, to help her, to do what he cannot.

Dr. David nodded slowly taking in Mercedes’ words and he leaned in slightly asking. “And in your thoughts of harming yourself, have you ever truly tried to hurt yourself or Carter?” he asked her gently.

Mercedes looked away from the both now, staring down at the floor from the question. “I would never hurt Carter,” she whispered gently before she moved her hands from her lap and began to rub her arm softly. “I… I haven’t purposefully tried to hurt myself,” she explained gently.

Samuel looked over at Mercedes at the next set of questions, he wanted to know the answer to both of those questions as well. When she answered he looked back at her doctor, were they to believe her or not? He didn’t know.

With a hum, Dr. David asked. “What did you do to yourself Mercedes?” he asked her, needing to know the severity of it to properly diagnose Mercedes.

“I uh…” Mercedes shrugged. “I fell asleep in the shower and the water was so hot…” she explained quietly. “Uh, I was cutting off my air supply,” she told the doctor truthfully, blinking slowly as she stared at the floor. “I uh… I burned my skin with the water…” she added. “It was an accident…” she bit her lip. “I… I didn’t mean to fall asleep…”

Samuel looked away from the doctor and then to Mercedes, he tilted her head confused. When did this happen? And, where was he? Did this mean Mercedes was worse than everybody thought?

Listening to Mercedes, Dr. David nodded slowly, and he sat back before he said very calmly, “Mercedes, I do believe that you have postpartum depression,” he paused for a moment, looking at Samuel with a sad expression. “It’s an occurrence that happens in many women after giving birth,” he told her softly. “Studies have yet to really explain why this occurs, but we do believe that it has a lot to do with the surplus and loss of hormones that takes place after birth,” he said with a hum. “When you’re pregnant your body produces all of these new hormones to help the baby and the production and progression of the pregnancy and they build up over time but after you give birth your body loses the hormones very quickly and that loss is very dramatic,” he admitted. “In your case it looks as if the loss of hormones, plus the new baby, and other stresses might have caused PPD for you,” he told her truthfully. “Also, I do believe that it runs in your family,” he said knowingly from having spoken to Erica. “However, do not worry PPD is treatable and we can manage it,” he said, “some women never fully recover but many do,” he said with a hum.

Mercedes sat back slowly, listening to Dr. David as he explained what he believed was wrong with her and she nodded slowly. She had read about PPD while pregnant, but it never occurred to her as something that she could actually have. Looking over at Samuel, tears began to fill her eyes and she shifted in her seat very uncomfortably unsure of what to say.

Samuel watched the man as he began to explain to both him and Mercedes what exactly is wrong with her. Samuel nodded his head taking it all in, he guessed his mother-in-law knew what she was talking about essentially. As he went on to give more details about the situation he nodded again, he didn’t like the idea of her never getting over it, but he’d be by her side. That he promised fully. “So, what next?” he asked the doctor finally, knowing something was wrong with her in the first place.

Dr. David looked at the two of them and as Samuel asked what was next, he sighed. “Well, in Mercedes' case I would suggest an antidepressant,” he said truthfully, “and therapy to help cope with the changes,” he told them with a nod. “Mercedes are you still breast feeding?” he asked her.

Mercedes wiped under her eyes; she felt so overwhelmed by the revelation, but she also kept some relief because it was treatable. She didn’t have to feel this way forever. At the question, Mercedes said softly, “I’ve been pumping, and he drinks my milk from a bottle...”

Taking in the answer, Dr. David nodded, and he said, “in that case I will prescribe you Sertraline. It’s an antidepressant that you can take, and it won’t have much effect on Carter as he drinks your milk,” he said to the couple. “Sertraline will help regulate your serotonin which will in turn help with your overall mood and depression,” he explained, “and like I said, I would like for you to get set up with a therapist and start seeing them at least once a week,” he suggested. “We’ll do this for a few months and then check in and see what we need to do from there,” he said thoughtfully.

Samuel nodded his head at the man, a pill great something she could take every day to help insure she overcomes this thing. He watched as she explained their son’s feeding arrangements before he looked back at the doctor. It was good to know that their son could not be affected by the medication in the long run. She would need therapy and to take a pill every day, okay, easy. It wasn’t anything too crazy and he didn’t feel helpless anymore now.

Mercedes listened to Dr. David and his suggestions and she nodded slowly, wiping more tears from under her eyes. There was light at the end of the tunnel. She was hopeful. Nodding slightly, she said, “uhm…” before she bit her lip hard. “What are the side effects of the antidepressant?”

Dr. David looked at the couple with soft eyes before he shifted in his chair a bit. “The side effects of Sertraline vary,” he began, “you may experience some drowsiness or tiredness, maybe a bit of nausea at first, a possible loss of appetite, a decrease in sex drive, possible sweating… dry mouth,” he told Mercedes easily.

Samuel looked at Mercedes and then he looked at the older man as he listed all the various side effects to the medicine. None to him were worse than what she was exhibiting right now.

A decreased in sex drive stuck out to Mercedes the most. She looked over at Samuel and she shifted in her seat a bit. He wasn’t a very patient man and six weeks was already a long time to wait for him. Biting her lip hard she nodded as she said, “okay,” looking to the doctor.

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6. Home (September Fanfic Challenge)

A/N: I am one thousand percent addicted to Mr. Sinclaire fics. I don’t feel like I have a good enough grasp of the dialogue, so this one is mostly description. I was so hyped for this book, this is probably the most thought I’d put into a Choices surname ever.

Summary: Emmeline muses on how far she’s come from home and realizes home is where she makes it.

Credit to Shakespeare for his Sonnet 147 tho, thanks bro.

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Her hands work at the dough, pulling and rolling it thin until she felt it ready to add the dried fruits. Emmeline sprinkles a mixture of dried currants and chopped Turkish apricots on its surface before rolling it back together and working it some more to ensure the fruit was well combined. She is careful not to overwork the pale dough, dotted with bits of a vivid scarlet and burnt orange, so the tea cakes didn’t turn out tough.

Her mother would always scold her when teaching her the ways of running a household, if she expected to keep a husband she needed to know how to cook. Her mother of course wasn’t the traditional sort, but she always imagined an easier life for her. Find a tradesman or a farmer she’d say, give him children and dinner when he came home, love could come later. As a young girl and woman, she suspected that her mother had loved her father, despite some very difficult circumstances that led to them not being able to be together. She was a foreigner from China singing under a westernized pseudonym, Miss Young, and a performer far below his stature as heir to an estate and title. A singer also was surely not pure of virtue, with her traveling and worldly ways. She was loathed by his family and he had a duty to fulfill. It wounded her to love.

She’d call it silly and frivolous when Emmeline came home with stars in her eyes about a noble boy she saw riding home through town. Marry for an easier life, a better life, daughter. And so they had a complicated relationship, she loved her mother fiercely and was bereft with grief upon her death, thrown into another world without her guidance. Surely her mother would’ve seen fit to put the most repulsive of her suitors in their place the moment he reached for her hand. After learning of her father’s family and meeting them, she wished the Dowager and her mother had met under more favorable circumstances, they’d have gotten along as practical women. She longed for her mother’s guidance those first days at her father’s, navigating the social circle was difficult enough before she became an heiress.

Emmeline breaks off a suitable amount of dough for a tea cake, rolling the soft, supple dough into a smooth ball. She pinches off any fruit showing on the surface so they wouldn’t split while baking. As she finishes the batch she wipes her hands on a much more fancy towel than she ever had at home and drapes it over them to allow them to rise just a bit before cooking.

Being in the kitchen always reminded her of home and it provided her some much needed time away from high society and the tedious accomplished ladies she would be expected to entertain entirely too often for her tastes. The hands of a woman of her standing were meant to be doing finer and more delicate things that didn’t soil her up to her elbows with flour. Her fingers should be sore instead from embroidery or too much practice on the pianoforte. Even all this time later, she never grew used to it.

She supposed even if she detested the tiny things expected of her in the slightest, it was all worth it, for him. To be frank, he didn’t expect her to do much aside from keep up the appearance of an accomplished lady and socialite. High society had at one point nearly destroyed him. His wife, enamored by the flirtation of another man of higher rank, sought to leave him and fell pregnant. He spoke of her only in bits and pieces over the time Emmeline knew him, during their courtship and even after their marriage. She deduced that he loved her, deeply. In the fallout after her death he had nearly lost himself, resigned to himself that he didn’t deserve anything more than a woman who may give him an heir. He had nothing more to offer than a comfortable life with no title to ensure it had staying power, a series of wrong decisions, of poor market calculations, and it could be gone. Any weight his bank account held was negated by the scandal of his name, a man a woman would never see if she married him, a man closed off that she would never know him.

Emmeline leaves the kitchen to sit for a while and read some Shakespeare, a favorite of hers and his. It was quiet in the house for London. She expects that Briar might come around tea along with Miss Parsons. While initially, Emmeline set out to merely marry a man of suitable rank in order to secure her father’s inheritance and title, she hadn’t planned for Mr. Marlcaster to become so taken with Briar that he’d dash any hope the Countess still had of her claim to Edgewater. Miss Sutton’s gossip soon became tiresome and less useful once she and Ernest married. It was a happy accident and the two of them were very content.

There were times, in the quiet like this, that she very much missed her country life in a place where she didn’t feel quite so small as she did now. London had a way of doing that to her. She closes her eyes and pictures the quaint cottage her mother had managed to procure for them despite barely having the means. It belonged now to a sweet family but how she longed to go back to a simpler time on occasion.

She wouldn’t trade her Ernest for that though. All those years with her mother, they had built a home just the two of them. But in all those years she hadn’t felt the world at her feet as it was now, ripe with possibility and full of happiness. It was closed off and she would have repeated the same story of each girl her village had.

She smooths her dress over her growing form, each day feeling a bit larger and different. As she does so she hears heavy footsteps at the door. He was never light on his feet, always walking with purpose, but for the dance floor. Her eyes flutter open when she hears the door close behind him, the quick motion of the door ushering in some of the din of the city behind him.

“What a nice surprise it is to see my husband so early today!” She began to rise from her chair but Ernest closed the distance quickly his blue eyes shining like the clearest water Emmeline could imagine.

“I simply couldn’t focus thinking of you, the two of you alone at home today. I thought you might like some company.” His eyes drift from hers to her belly and back.

“My love is as a fever, longing still,” she began, smirking up at him. He bends down in front of her, capturing her hands in his, his right thumb tracing a light line up and down her arm inside her wrist. It was enough for her breathing to stop, it did every time he looked at her in this way, like she was his world. He had more money than he knew what to do with and she, a brazen girl for the country, had somehow completely captivated him.

“Past cure, I am,” he recites, reaching for her cheek his fingers slipping to the nape of her neck and pulling her to his lips.

There were days where Emmeline most certainly missed her mother and their cottage, making her life in London difficult, but each night that Ernest came home to her and placed a kiss on her lips, knuckles, then growing belly she was reminded that this man was her home.

#playchoices #desire and decorum #choices fanfiction #d&d fanfic #choices september challenge #d&d #mr. sinclaire #ernest sinclaire #mr. sinclaire x mc #ernest x mc #emmeline young #long post

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rxcusant · 5 years

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Lol explain Kingdom hearts to me. Like all of it. Cause I'm confused as fk. Not KH3 tho cause I'm still going through it.

buckle up lads

so theres a buncha keyblade masters called foretellers and theyre all runnin round like headless chickens cause their master disappeared and nobodys telling each other anything so they all start fightin (except this one guy luxu voiced by max mittleman, he grabbed a box and high tailed it outta there) and then it sparks a keyblade war for all the light in kingdom hearts i think ??? and then i legit forget what happens from here because i hate ux with every fiber of my being but it made this cool place called a keyblade graveyard, its pretty dope.

fast forward 1000 years and we got the cool wayfinder trio all living in land of departure about to take their mark of mastery except terra doesnt pass because Mark Hamil Said Darkness Sucks. also we meet this old guy Xehanort he kinda sucks a lot. theres these enemies called unversed rolling around and mark hamil tells aqua and terra to go stop them but ventus said HEY IM COMING TO and ran after terra so aquas left to be the mom to bring them both home idk and its revealed ventus is made of pure light and xehanort literally split the darkness form his heart and it made vanitas-- hes responsible for all the unversed, he sucks, we dont like him but we love him-- in an effort to forge this thing called the X-Blade (PRONOUNCED LIKE KEY BLADE I HATE THIS SERIES) that will open the door to kingdom hearts, and the x-blade can only be made when pure light and darkness clash, and like... restart the keyblade war and bring about balance?? idk. And xehanort wants to live long enough to see this happen so he literally possesses terras body. Cool! Just what the poor guy needed. Ven and vanitas fight and ven sacrifices himself so he goes to take a Very Long Nap and vanitas just dies like the bitch he is. But ven’s heart finds his way to baby 5yo sora who decides HEY ILL HOARD YOU IN MY HEART FOR THE NEXT 11 YEARS and thats why roxas looks like ventus. Aqua yeets him in the land of departure and then like..locks the world up and it turns into castle oblivion. meanwhile terra and aqua punch each other and terras about to fall into a darkness pit but aqua sacrifces heself to get him out and so she ends up trapped there for 11 years and terra??is now terranort and has amnesia and this old dude Ansem The Wise finds him and adopts him and an apprentice. yeah. bet he wont regret that decision ; )

10 years later kh1 happens and sora and riku and kairi are chilling on destiny islands until it explodes and riku fucks off to the darkness and kairi fucks off to soras hearts -- i hope she said hi to ventus in there-- and sora ends up in traverse town where he meets donald and goofy. YOU SEE king mickey of disney castle also fucked off because worlds are disappearing to darkness and he left donald and goofy a note to go find The Key cause thatll help. so they do and they journey around with sora and become good buddies i love the trinity trio so much. eventually they meet riku at hollow bastion again and hes been posssessed by this dude Ansem whos not Ansem the Wise but is actually Xehanort’s Heartless (i hate this fucking series) and they find kairis comatose body chillin in the corner and they have a fight scene thats engraved in the memory of Everyone whos ever played PS2 KH1 KAIRI! KAIRI! OPEN YOUR EYES! ITS NO USE. THAT GIRL HAS LOST HER HEART. SHE CANNOT WAKE UP. oh my god why didnt they add a skip scene button. anyway they punch the possession outta riku and sora stabs himself with the keyblade to release kairis heart BUT it also releases his own heart which created his nobody, Roxas, who got vens heart???who thats why he looks like ven?? and it created namine who is kairis nobody because??i honestly forget i hate this goddamn series. anyway soras a heartless for a few minutes but kairi got her heart and life back and wanted to get some sweet sweet screentime and so she saved sora and restored him Thank you kairi. so sora dumps kairi off at traverse town and goes to give Ansem / Xehanort’s Heartless a good ol ass whopping ad they win and restore the worlds but kairi and sora are separated again I’LL COME BACK TO YOU, I PROMISE! I KNOW YOU WILL! WHEN YOU WALK AWAY YOU DONT HEAR ME SAY PLEAAAAAAASE OH BABYYY DONT GO oh also riku and king mickey and sora closed the door to kingdom hearts and trapped riku and mickey in the realm of darkness, that was a thing.

and then chain of memories happened. theyre in castle oblivion!!! whoa!! we meet the organization for the first time! whoa!!! we meet namine!! whoa!!! so like namine has sora-memory powers and can tinker with his memories and the memories of everyone hes connected to (AND HOLY FUCK IS THAT BOY CONNECTED TO A LOTTA PEOPLE NAMINE IS VERY POWERFUL) and the organization is making namine rewrite soras memories as he progresses throuhg castle oblivion to turn him into marluxias pawn so he cna use sora to like..overhtrow the organization, i think?? i hate this seriees. but it all works out in the end except soras memories are so scrambled he decides to sleep for a year to get all the right ones back. MEANWHILE RIKUS IN THE BASEMENT OF CASTLE OBLIVION and hes fighting his own demons i mean darkness i mean ansem i mean xehanorts heartless and he meet up with mickey a few times and then he meets DiZ and he also meets a replica of himself--yeah by the way the organization is making replicas, That Sure Wont Ever Be Referenced Again : )-- and its this game that rikus like YEAH I CAN USE THE DARKNESS AS POWER AND STRENGTH and HES GONNA WALK THE ROAD TO DAWN and then every riku rper put dawn in their url and i got confused trying to keep them all straight lord please help me im a little ol sammi

then we have 358/2 days for the DS which i never replayed cause it was tedious af which is all about the organization and roxas’s time in the organization and meeting his best buds axel and xion and saix standing in the corner being a jealous little binch PLEASE SAIX JUST BE NICE THEYLL GIVE YOU ICE CREAM TOO IF YOU ASK POLITELY Xion is another replica except shes a replica of sora but something got messed up and she got his memories of kairi which is why she looks like her but with black hair for whatever reason, i think nomura just wanted a cool goth girl to add to the series and we all thank him for it, and she and roxas become so close they kinda start influencing that weird memory shit going on and xion keeps trying to leave the organization to set things right but axel always gets stuck with the icky jobs and we got the iconic GO ON YOU JUST KEEP RUNNIN BUT ILL ALWAYS BE THERE TO BRING YOU BACK and i think around this time roxas is also super fed up with the organization and decides FUCK YALL IM DONE and punches saix and leaves. but xion finds him and they have a cool boss battle sequence got i love you xion you are a POWERHOUSE but roxas defeats her and she dies and its the saddest thing in the world AND NOBODY REMEMBERS HER WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT ABOUT!!!! anyway roxas decides hes gonna punch kingdom hearts next cause it was xions last wish but riku, who is sporting a cool blindfold for edge, is like HEY WE NEED YOU TO WAKE UP SORA and roxas is all SORA THIS SORA THAT I DONT GIVE A FUCK and tey fight! and riku loses cause roxas has two keybladees! OBLIVION IS THE BEST KEYBLADE IT LOOKS SUPER COOL I LOVE IT SO MUCH WOW but riku rips off his blindfold and summons the darkness and he takes on ansems, xehanorts heartless, appearance and he squeezes roxas until he passes out and then they yeeted roxas into a data twilight town for a few days.

so enter kh2 with the 6 hours roxas tutorial in the data twilight town until he goes to find sora and returns to him. SO FINALLY AFTER AN ENTIRE YEAR sora wakes up with all his proper memories and so does donald and goofy and theyre like COOL LETS GO FIND RIKU AND KING MICKEY and they go journeying around the worlds again to stop the organization. meanwhile axels gettin desperate to see his best friend for life roxas again and kidnaps kairi but shes like HEY I AINT HAVING THAT and runs off and ends up in twilight town but axel finds her and kidnaps her anyway but then saix kidnaps her to the world that never was. and so soras like WE GOTTA GO SAVE KAIRI AND RIKU NOW cause by the way earlier like midpoint of the game maybe Mickey was like SAY FELLAS DID SOMEONE MENTION THE DOOR TO DARKNESS and its one of my favorite quotes in this hell franchise, so like THYE KNOW KING MICKEY IS OK that just leaves kairi and riku and stopping the organization. so they find kairi and they find riku and sora cries a bit and im just happy the destiny trio is together again. And DiZ showed up again, hes actually ansem the wise, and he talks about computers and hearts and research and xemnas, the organizations leader, is likeI WAS YOUR APPRENTICE! BUT YOU DIDNT LET ME DO ILLEGAL HUMAN EXPERIMENT SON HEARTS SO I KICKED YOU OUT AND RREMOVED MY OWN HEART AND THATS WHY THERES A HEARTLESS AND A NOBODY OF XEHANORT and ansem the wise is like YEAH BITCH and he explodes and riku turns back to normal but he also really needs a haircut. so they go punch xemnas in his zebra coat and riku and sora chill in the realm of darkness for about ten minute son the beach, i guess aqua was hanging out somewhere else, and they get a message form kairi in a bottle and the door to light opens and they go home and it was literally!!!!! a better fucking ending!!!! than kh3!!!!!!!!! thats my tea!!!!!!

so then we have KH3D, dream drop distance, which begins telling us ‘hey when you kill a heartless and a nobody that person is gonna be recompleted so uhhhhh xehanorts coming back Thats Not Good, make sora and riku do their mark of mastery test in the realm of sleep to get the power of waking’ and thats the whole game but its great because flowmotion! dream eaters! TWEWY TWEWY TWEWY T W E W Y!!!!!! playable riku!!! fun worlds!!! soriku!!! except KH3D’s fatal flaw is THEY INTRODUCED TIME TRAVEL INTO THIS FUCKING COMPLEX HELL HOLE I WILL NEVER FORGIVE THEM FOR THAT. anyway rikus been doing a great hecking job!!!! except sora ended up in twtnw and kept chasing the dreams into the deepest pit of slumber and the organization broke his heart so they use him as one of xehanorts vessels [gesutres to my blog with will smith arms] yeeah babey. and riku is understandably like HEY GIVE ME MY FRIEND BACK and xehanort is like FUCK OFF TWINK and mickey and donald and goofy and axel, whos been recompleted as lea, arrive and steal comatose sora back form xehanort and xehanort monologues about the X-Blade split into 20 pieces- 7 of light, 13 of darkness- and so hes gonna make 13 vessels of darkness with his heart inside them and the guardians of light gotta gather 7 lights to clash and bringg about the keyblade war or bring about kingdom hearts, i-- i literally hate this series so much Why do you think i went on a year long hiatus??? i needed to calm the fuck down-- either way xehanort yeets off with his darknesses and soras STILL comatose and rikus like I WILL DIVE INTO HIS SLEEP AND SAVE HIM BECAUSE DEARLY BELOVED IS PLAYING AND if i continue this joke someones bound to get mad at me for ‘’’pushign a soriku agenda’’’ BUT YKNOW WHAT, RIKUS A REAL MVP AND PUNCHES A NIGHTMARE VEN AND SAVES SORA AND SORA HUGS HIM AND ITS GREAT AND I LOVE MY SONS SO MUCH and the kh3d ends with them saying ‘hey look kairis gonna do something!’ but Little Did We Know.

and thats your summary of what the fuck happened in kingdom hearts. i hate this game so much.

#outofxiii #long post #i didnt have to answer this like i did. ive been making a video all day long and im so close to finishing #i could have linked the Good Enough Summary of Kingdom Hearts video and went back to my own project #but no #here i am. i actually went and did this. i hate myself and i hate kingodm hearts #nobody come into my ask like Um Actually [x] Happened because its 2am and i assure you i do not care!!#Anonymous #!questions

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carmineclock · 5 years

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Play Me A Hurtin Tune

Trace 03/04/2019

Your name is Trace and sometime after the worst of the blizzard, on yet another cold day, you have the pleasure of being stuck working outdoors. Fortunately, your three layers of coat and scarves make it easy to hide the worst of your green skin. With just a little bit of makeup, you look normal enough to be able to traverse Crew territory without catching much attention. A risky job regardless, but you don't deserve anything else after your royal fuckup.

But you don't want to complain too loudly, because at least you're allowed to work in the field and don't have to rot in a cell. And this way, no one else has to risk their neck for this, because you're still the best for this kinda job.

It's still a tedious task. Trying to track down local joints and shady dealerships without contacts and without standing out too much, and from there try to pin down their supply lines, since you want to hit them where it hurts.

It's not the first day you're snooping around and you're finally starting to pick up some leads. One is especially promising - a nearby shop owner. Not the front for a speakeasy or arms dealer or anything himself, but he's supposed to get you into wherever you need. With any luck, he's the only contact you need to get this job done and over with and finally head home, so with hasty steps you head to the adress you were given.

NPC/Karako 03/04/2019

You are Karako Pierot. You're on the job today now that the blizzard isn't going to straight up murder you so you aren't wearing your paints. Too easy to pick out your blood color with it, though you dislike being without. The greater generic-ness to your appearance is good just in case. You're doing a pick up at one of the little stores, one you've not been to before yet.

To they eyes of most folks, you are some troll kid either doing errands or something. Your stunted growth and baby face serve you well in this job.

Seeing someone else making their way to the shop in the distance, you take a small turn to another place across the street from your destination in order to wait for him to go. Letting people see the exchange is a big ol' no no. Better to wait and be careful. You pretend to shop around while keeping an eye out on the other store front to see this random brother leave. You don't figure it'll be long.

March 5, 2019

Trace 03/05/2019

You slip into the store, finally free of the merciless cold. You shake yourself a little, then loosen your scarves and coat a little, trying to relax and act all casual, then have a look around the little hardware store. Not very busy, especially during this time of the day and this kind of weather.

"God damn cold", you curse more to yourself than the store owner. "Busted some pipes" you quickly improvise. Good enough reason to be here. Over to the pipes and appropriate tools you go. "Always the same shit every year. Not been this bad in a while tho, has it?" This is more directed at the store owner now as you draw closer.

NPC/Karako 03/05/2019

You are currently the owner of this little hardware store. You are a Dersite without a glamour and you glance over to the customer who's entered. Casually you nod to his question, "Yeah, pretty nasty winter this year. I except spring will do it's best to make us miss the cold anyway."

Meanwhile the smol clown is still watching the shop door from across the street.

March 6, 2019

Trace 03/06/2019

Still oblivious to the potential onlooker, you pick up some pipes and look them over, pretending to measure and compare them for size. You need a fitting one after all.

You crack a short laugh. "Yeah, probably. But 'least you can still walk outside. Not with a storm like that though." With a few pieces of tools and metal picked out that look like they could vaguely go together, you head up towards the counter.

"Hey, uh. Friend of mine told me you know where to some more special hardware.. Y'know?" A clumsy approach, but it would hopefully sell the awkward neighbour act. "Uh, just in case. Had some shady figures sneaking around lately."

NPC/Karako 03/06/2019

You, the owner of the shop, raise an eyebrow. If this guy was looking for a piece off the record he probably had something in mind for it. You start to ring up the pipes as you say, "Oh? Who's the friend? Some folks get confused." Plausible deniability was important but if this guy had a good name then you'll supply him per orders from the top.

March 8, 2019

Trace Last Friday at 9:44 AM

More improvising, here we go. You got more than enough practice with that, but it's always a gamble if you can sell the story properly.

"Neighbour of mine. A-something. Acqui--? Uh, sorry. Can never remember those old Derse style names. AK. If that's even his right name." You lean in a little. Can't have anyone snooping on you admitting crimes after all. "Been playing poker with him over a few drinks. Y'know. We got talking about this and that and he showed me his iron. Told me to ask around here. You know something, right?"

NPC/Karako Last Friday at 2:17 PM

Not the right name but someone must be blabbing for this guy to be here. You could keep playing dumb or you could possibly draw him further in and catch him for the bosses. After all, if someone is talkin' to the wrong people they'd better do something about it, right?

You've got your gun on you so this shouldn't be hard. "Right... I might know somethin depending on what you have in mind," you say casually.

The small clown across the street is starting to get a lil bit restless. shouldn't the guy be done in there by now? What's going on? Should he go get a closer look?

Trace Last Friday at 7:28 PM

You watch him closely, on the lookout for any reaction that would tip you off if he's buying it or having his doubts. Always need to be prepared for the worst, though you'd really like to avoid having to get rid of someone in the midst of Crew territory. "Uh, y'know. Something small and simple that gets the job done. Not an expert with these things."

NPC/Karako Last Friday at 7:50 PM

You arch an eyebrow but nod slightly. "I might have something," you say. Perhaps if you can get him in the back you can subdue him and hand him over to the bosses for questioning. You push yourself off the counter as you speak, "If you're interested in lookin' I can show you." You take the few steps that separate the counter and door to the back and hold it open for him.

You, Karako, are getting all kinds of itchy anxious about how long that guy's been in there. You've got at least five more locations to pick up and drop at for the day and you're going to run behind and disappoint Boss Boxcars who was nice enough to give you this job. You're also wanting to finish work fast so you can go check on your brother's hive just to make sure he still exists and stuff.

You leave the shop you've been loitering in and sneak over to the one you need to pick up from, hiding in an alleyway. You look for a side window or some spot where you can get a listen to what's going on. Finding one, you are disappointed to see it's to the back room and duck down out of view and try to think.

March 11, 2019

Trace Last Monday at 6:45 PM

You can't believe it worked so easily. Honestly, you don't believe it, and intuition rarely let you down. Still, you have a chance to get some information out of him, no matter how this goes. Just gotta be on your guard.

You keep up the act for now, giving him a dopey and satisfied grin, like an idiot that thinks he just hit the jackpot. "Sure do, whatchu got?" You follow him around the corner, one hand around the pipes you're claiming to purchase, the other digging in your hand for more backup if you need it.

NPC/Karako Last Monday at 7:17 PM

Trying to get the guy to turn his back to you, you open a large locked box then step back with a gesture for him to look. You've got a hammer within reach. You'd rather use that than your gun since the goal is to capture him and a gunshot could catch the attention of cops if word gets back to them.

You, the small clown, hear voices now and you listen very alert and curious as to what is going on here.

March 12, 2019

Trace Last Tuesday at 7:47 AM

"Is that where the treasure is?" You step up to the box, though you go for more of a sideways glance, making sure you don't fully offer your back to him. You're not a fool, you just play one. But you're still very much interested in what you can find in the box. Does he actually have some guns, or is it a trap?

NPC/Karako Last Tuesday at 1:28 PM

There are in fact some guns in the box. None of the big stuff of course, that's more securely hidden, but several hand guns can clearly be seen. You can't help but be frustrated that this idiot isn't turning his back to you. But he doesn't seem like the brightest of individuals, so you bank on taking him off guard and snatch up the hammer and attempt to whack him with the blunt side in the head.

Now you being Karako again, hear the word treasure and it makes you curious enough to risk peeping into the window again while still trying to remain unseen. You've noticed there's a door nearby probably from that room to out here so you gotta be careful no body comes after you.

Trace Last Tuesday at 9:16 PM

You want to reach into the box, but stop yourself short. Partially because it's putting yourself in a more risky and disadvantaged position, partially because he might not like it. "Ahh, may I.. touch them?" you ask. "That's a lotta babes. Where are you getting them?"

He's not giving you the reply you're hoping for thought. You catch the movement in the corner of your eye just in time to react. Melee has never been one of your core strengths, but you've been expecting it, so you easily manage to deflect his arm with the pipe in your hand.

You don't plan to give him a chance to recover and reconsider his attack. Instead, you hit him over the head with the very same pipe, then grab him by the collar and shove him against the nearest shelf.

"'s not a nice way to treat a customer, sir." Well, the jig is up for sure. At this point all you can do is try to get as much info out of him as you can, then decide whether he's a liability that knows too much. "Come on, I just wanted to know who got you the guns, alright? Doesn't have to be this hard and painful for either of us." You try your best to make this sound like a genuinely nice offer, but you can hardly hide the snarl in your voice.

NPC/Karako Yesterday at 12:03 AM

After the bash to your head with the pipe, you're dazed for a moment before you growl in return, "Nobody." You then attempt to get your gun from the back of your trousers. Ain't no way you're gonna squeal, or at least that's what you think. Everyone thinks they're tough till the pressure is on.

Once again Karako, you cover your mouth as you see the shop keeper attempt to attack the the guy you'd been waiting to leave then bite back a honk as that same guy bashes the shopkeep in the noggin. Thus far you watch this play out in silence. Ya this isn't good at all and you don't quite think yet to message someone about it.

Should you bust in there and help? Or would that be a mistake? Who is this guy. You squint and stare at him, trying to lock his face in your brain in case it's important.

Trace Yesterday at 8:27 PM

"Bullshit", you hiss. "I'm not-" you want to continue, but trail off when you notice him wiggling around. Not the kind of a guy struggling to escape, but the subtle ones of someone trying to reach for something.

You grunt annoyed and reach for your own pocket, then shove your knife against his throat, not caring if you draw a little blood. "You better stop that right there" you growl while trying to feel his gun to remove it.

NPC/Karako Yesterday at 8:52 PM

The knife scraping against your carapace and digging in a bit causes you to freeze. It's not hard for your assailant to find your gun. And as you feel him attempt to take your last weapon, you attempt to punch him in the jaw to knock him away from you.

Being the small clown, you pull out a knife of your own as you continue to debate over what to do.

Trace Yesterday at 10:03 PM

Oh, he just had to go for it, huh. He manages to hit you where he intended, but you instinctly drive the knife into his neck at the same time. "The fuck-" You pull away some snarl angrily, baring your teeth, then lean back in to drive the knife even deeper. He's already a dead man, at least you can make sure he won't make a noise to give you some more time to look for clues in peace.

NPC/Karako Yesterday at 10:36 PM

You are dead/dying and with a blade in your neck you crumble to the floor like a sack of potatoes.

Back to being yourself, Karako, you see the punch and from that the man's underbite and a hint of green skin. And then the shopkeep has a knife in his neck! You can't help but honk rather loudly at the green you see as it means this isn't just some guy but a genuine Felt guy who just did a murder.

Then realizing the sound you made, you duck out of the window's view coving your mouth in horror. Oh no. OH FUCK

Trace Yesterday at 10:53 PM

You whirl around when you hear the noise. Someone was there.. and you got a fraction of a second to decide what to do.

Chances are, if you leave now, no cop in the city would be able to incriminate you. But if the crew gets wind of someone sniffing around and attacking their dealers, that'll blow all your work out of the water.

While the dude gurgles through his last breath, you grab his gun and dart through the backdoor to try and catch the witness.

NPC/Karako Yesterday at 11:00 PM

As soon as you hear the sound of the door handle being turned you barrel down the alleyway, with a leap you grab onto the bottom of a fire escape ladder and try to climb to the roof before he can hurt you. If you can get to the roofs you can make a get away pretty easy you bet.

March 14, 2019

Trace Today at 9:39 AM

A troll. A small one. The horns are obvious enough, but you can't figure out much more than that from behind. If he gets away, that's that. Fortunately, trails make it easy enough to follow.

You give chase immediately. You don't even try to tell him to wait. Obvious enough that he wouldn't, so you save your breath for running.

What he might have up on you in speed, you can make up with longer legs, so you're at the ladder not too long after him and climb up.

NPC/Karako Today at 10:35 AM

You hear the clang of metal signalling that he's after you. Shit shit SHIT. You don't hesitate to continue scuttling your way up and climb over the edge of the roof.

Hiding isn't an option cause if you're found it's not just a beating you'll get, you're sure you'll be super motherfuckin dead. So you charge accross the rooftop with all your might and go for the leap to the building next door.

Trace Today at 7:46 PM

You reach the top of the roof shortly after - and see him charging towards the edge. Well uh. Huh. You're great at following people, but you're not out to tempt your fate with acrobatics like these. But you can't let him get away. Curse it.

Before you can second-guess yourself, you lift the gun you picked up and aim at him. Fortunately, the gun was actually loaded and ready. Unfortunately, the little guy is way too agile and even though you're not the worst shot, you miss all three bullets. Fuck.

NPC/Karako Today at 8:11 PM

It sure seems like he missed as you hear the sound of the gun go off three times. Little do you and he realize that his aim was not entirely off as you are so hyped on adrenaline(or the troll variant of that) and survival instinct that your brain has not yet been notified of the wound in your lower right side.

You leap to the next roof and keep going till the pain signals reach your think pan. It makes you trip and you roll down the slope of the next roof and thankfully you fall into a large drift of snow. Still hurts like a motherfuck along with the gunshot wound. There are people on the street making noise after hearing the gunshots and you scramble out of the snowbank and clutching your side you stagger to a hiding place. Hopefully that guy can't follow you and find you.

You then remember the fact that your phone is a thing that exists and with purple stained fingers you make a call.

Trace Today at 11:01 PM

Well, fuck, that sure went badly. You follow him to the edge of the roof you're on, but no further. You think you can spot a bit of blood, so it seems like you've hit him after all. Which... might actually make your situation worse. Before, there was a chance that was just a random bystander scared forever into silence. But now he is injured and in need of help, so someone is probably going to hear about this, be it the police or the crew.

You also realize that... you just fired off a gun in crew territory. It's bound to attract some attention, so you can't afford to linger around here for much longer. Surely you could try following his trail, but that is getting riskier by the moment. Plus, you still need to dig up more information.

Begrudgingly, you make your way down and back to the hardware store to find what notes you can and leave a few minutes later. You also make a point to grab a few guns out of the box, only to toss them into the next best dumpster. Might be enough to make it all look merely like an arms deal gone wrong.

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salt-moon · 6 years

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Corwynn, It’s Cold Outside

As the afternoon birthed evening and snowflakes began to flap and flutter toward the earth, Corwynn sunk more and more comfortably into Raven’s old, favorite armchair. He’d given it up happily for his friend when he arrived unexpectedly with a gracious amount of holiday food from his mother, and plied him with drinks for hours. The fire crackled and popped in the hearth, filling the room with warm comfort and adding an instrument to the perfect winter soundtrack. The moon hung fat and low in the sky now, though, and Corwynn knew it was time to head home. A groan from both the chair and the catte as he rose pulled Raven’s attention away from his thoughts.

“Ahhh, mate, thanks for the drinks.” Corwynn grinned as he stretched, up on his tiptoes, hands reaching for the great ceiling. A glimpse of his normally rock-hard stomach flashed, softer now with the days of debauchery this season brought. “I really can’t stay though, I got’ go, m’afraid.”

Wind blew snow against the frosted windows, causing them to shudder in their frames and, with the occasional gust, caused the entire house to groan. Raven had entered the wonderfully contemplative phase of inebriation, that is ever the goal of professional bourbon drinkers, when the sudden break of silence stirred him from his reverie.

“Got to go?” Raven repeated incredulously, wrenching himself with some effort from his high-backed chair. His drink sloshed dangerously close to the edge of the glass as he gestured to the windows and the snowy weather beyond. “Corwynn, look at it! It’s far too cold outside!”

A happy, heavily buzzed smile played on the Miqo'te's lips, tail swishing lazily behind him. He sighed, knowing Raven would likely protest, though it held about as much heat as the weather. "Yeh, sorry Rave. It's been nice n' all this evenin', yeh? Really appreciate it. But me mum's gonna be worryin', and if she starts in dad'll wind up pacin' the floor all night." He patted himself down as if looking for his keys, turning a bit this way and that to figure out if he'd brought anything with him.

Raven’s bourbon soaked brain worked to find purchase on a suitable response, spurred by the hastening departure of his friend and the tedious idea of being alone with his thoughts. He moved to put himself between the Miqo’te and the door. “Corwynn,” he slurred a little, making his name sound a little like ‘corn’, “D’you know how much I’ve been looking forward to this? Mm? You’ve only just dropped in, what’s your hurry?” Raven gestured wildly to the antique clock, meaning to present it as exhibit A, “See it’s only…” Though once his eyes finally focused on the face he realized it was actually quite late. “Ah…” Plan B, then. “Y...you’ll freeze your tail off out there, mate.” He nodded, directing his attention toward the fire roaring in the hearth. “Listen to that fire. Beautiful and warm, eh?”

It was only tomorrow Raven would be dining with the entire Grey family, warm in their house in The Shroud, opening gifts and making merry, but the Elezen couldn't be dissuaded. "Yeh, but..." Corwynn began, trying his best to pull articulate sentences out of his fuzzy mind. "Really, I'd best..." The gesture toward the fireplace, indeed warm and roaring, beautifully illuminated amber and gold, gave him pause.

"I mean..." He glanced helplessly over toward his empty, neglected glass. "Like..." Then, when his eyes caught Raven's, he saw the hopeful, albeit drunken fondness in his eyes. "...Maybe just like... half a drink more, then?"

No sooner had the Miqo’te glanced in the direction of his empty glass than Raven snatched it up and went to the bar. “Uh…” he muttered to himself when presented with the array of bottles. Lucien had been mixing Corwynn’s drinks that night, the Keeper preferring somewhat elaborately mixed concoctions. He sniffed at the glass for some clue of its previous contents to no avail. “Ah, Corwynn, why don’t you umm...oh, have a look at the orchestrion and pick something festive while I…do this.” Unwilling to let his inferior knowledge of drink-smithing dissuade him, he started splashing liquids into a shaker of ice. Little bit of this, little bit of that.

Mumbling, half trying to convince himself, half trying to convince Raven, Corwynn wandered over to the antique cherry-wood orchestrion. "Yeh, see, later it gets, more 'splainin' I'll have to be doin', yanno? Neighbors gonna be finkin' fings like I dunno what. Everyone's around n' all for the holiday..."

Raven bobbed his head along to Corwynn’s list of woes, his eyes rolling involuntarily. Again, he gestured to the window in order to illustrate his point, lines of white streaking by, carried by the roaring wind. “But look at how bad it is out there!”

Finally, he strained the mix into the glass and presented it proudly.

As he clicked through the songs loaded into the grand device in front of him, he felt Raven close in again and he turned. "Ah, thanks, mate." Raven scratched his ear, looking down at the mess off open bottles he used for Corwynn’s drink. He’d gotten a little carried away and lost track of the recipe somewhere between the maple syrup, bourbon, and red wine. “Uhm...well, besides, you’ll never find a chocobo porter now, not in this weather, certainly!”

Too intoxicated to actually sniff his drink, the Miqo’te simply took a sip and blinked. A look akin to that of a wounded morbol passed over his face, and Corwynn swallowed and looked down into his glass at the odd coloured liquid. "What've you put in this drink??"

Grimacing still, Corwynn tilted his head at his glass, largely ignoring Raven's assessment of the chocobo situation. He took a sniff and decided against another sip, then carelessly slid the glass onto the top of the orchestrion. "Right, yeah, I really can't stay tho, Rave. It's been a blast, truly. Nice and warm and welcome..." He stretched again, then glanced around once more. "You seen me hat?"

Raven snorted into his glass as he helped himself to another healthy sip. “Well, frankly, I don’t see the sense in hurting my pride.” He shifted to the sideboard upon which a sizable spread of food had been laid out. Roasted root vegetables, slow braised meats, and baked goods. He was snacking a bit, popping some of this and that into his mouth when he gave a side-ways glance at Corwynn. “The hells you need a hat for, your hair looks fine!” he said between chewing. “You had any of this? Is delicious.”

Corwynn blinked at Raven, eyes wide. "I've ate like free plates already!" He glanced at the clock, but casually sidled over to the table and picked up an olive. "M'tellin' ya, half me sisters gonna be suspicious, the other half gonna be pacin' the floor..." Popping the olive in his mouth, he shook his head, resolve weakening. "Hell, me aunt's even there, she's always makin' up grand stories about this n' that..."

Fed up, Raven sighed heavily from his nose, brushed his hands clean with a clap, and headed to the front door. He swung it open and the wind blew a blanket of snow into the room, his eyes fixed on Corwynn. “Think of my lifelong sorrow if you went out in that and died of pneumonia, mm?” He swayed a little and used the door to steady himself. “I, um...do you remember those cigars you like?” He continued, shuffling his foot on the snowy carpet, seemingly oblivious of the storm blowing into his home from the open door. “I picked up a box when I was in Ul’dah recently…”

Across the room, Corwynn's bright blue eyes widened, shocked out of his drunkenness by a blast of chill and what would soon amount to a gigantic mess on Raven's floors. He stared at the clearly insane Elezen, mouth agape. But when the cold started to seep into his skin, he glanced at the fireplace. And the table of food. And the abandoned glass on the orchestrion. Just as he began to grimace, the word "cigars" pierced through the whistling wind, and he looked back at Raven. And of course, the snow.

"Mate, it's cold…”

A smirk eased its way on Raven's lips and he heaved the door closed with a bit of effort. "That's what I've been trying to say, Corwynn...it's cold outside."

((Happy Starlight to you all, from myself and @housealderscorn!!! Thank you so much for writing this with me, my dear. :) To be noted: All interactions this night were wholly consensual, I assure you.))

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jean-the-demolitionist · 7 years

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While Barbara and Stricklander going out on a date to the costume party of the hospital, Jim and his friends want to use the night of Halloween to have some fun time. But Jean and Rico (NotEnrique) have their own idea of fun and cause trouble wherever they can.

Yeah, a Halloween themed story in spring, I know. But I really got attached to that random idea I recently had and wanted to write it down. I plan on doing 5 chapters for this, two with Barbara and Stricklander, two with Jim and the group and the last one with them all together. Let's see how well this goes. This would be actually in the timeline of my Redemption Story.

The first dozen times it was amusing to watch the humans using all kinds of excuses to dress up in either a very fancy way or to scare others. In his first years as human Stricklander even participated in the dress ups with eager. But with the decades it got more and more tedious and lost its appeal. What was the joy in dressing up and pretending to be someone else, when it's something you do all day long? Even when he wasn't lying about his true self anymore, he hardly could find the joy of such festivities as Halloween again, since the traditions had changed so drastically in a way he wasn't very pleased with.

Albeit, there were still a few things he enjoyed from this holiday, the pumpkin carving as example. He had joined this activity to show Jim and his friend how to properly carve a pumpkin, but somehow it ended with him and Jim having some kind of competition who could carve pumpkins the quickest. Stricklander had been able to declare himself the winner, which was most satisfying, but hadn't saved him from cleaning up the mess with the others.

Another amusing event had been, when Draal had opened the door for some early trick-or-treaters. He had refused to give the children candies, mostly because he didn't know about this tradition. As a result they had thrown rotten eggs at the Troll, when he had been out in the garden. Stricklander and Jean hadn't been able to hold back and laugh at Draal when he had looked like a stunned mullet, while Jim had to stop the Troll from either attacking the children or the Changelings.

As soon as the sun had completely set the Human teenagers, Trolls (besides Draal) and Changelings had left the house to watch the Halloween parade and go on a short trick-or-treat round. Stricklander couldn't help the sense of unease sliding through him at the thought of letting Jean go outside on a night where playing pranks was the norm, but he hadn't want to rob the girl from her only opportunity to be among human crowds. He just had to trust Jim and the other to have a watchful eye on her.

Right now Stricklander sat on the couch in the living room, nervously fidgeting with the newspapers. He hated being nervous, but he couldn't help it.

A few days ago Barbara had asked him, if he would come with her to the Halloween party of the hospital. He had been very surprised by this, for one because he was pretty sure she was still - of course justified - mad at him for what he had done to her and he hadn't gone out since he only had his troll form now. But Barbara had a good point, people would simply assume it was a costume and when she dropped the word 'date' during her speech he readily agreed to come.

While his Troll form covered the costume for him, Barbara hadn't told him yet what she would dress up as, saying it would be a surprise. Stricklander knew that she was a proper woman, so he doubted that she would wear one of these indecent things that a lot of Human females liked to wear this age, much to his dislike. He had no problem with admitting that he was old-fashioned. It simply was his opinion that those costumes shouldn't be worn in public.

Barbara had been up in her room since afternoon, when she had ordered them to clean up and Stricklander started to wonder if she would need help with her costume. He had just stood up, when he heard steps from above leaving Barbara's room.

"Sorry that I took so long. Should've kept in mind that the body paint takes a while to dry up," Barbara called to him, while she walked down.

Body paint? With a raised eyebrow Stricklander left the living room to meet her at the staircase. When he spotted her at the last steps of it, he stopped dead in his track and his eyes went wide.

Barbara wore a black, long-sleeved, fringed dress that only had laces to cover her sternum and back. The skin, that wasn't covered by the dress, was colored in a shimmering teal color, which made her hair - which she currently wore open, only tied up together at the tip of it - stand out so much more. It took him several seconds to notice the little horns on her head and the drawn markings on the teal skin. She looked like a...like a...

"So, what do you say?" she asked him after she had descended the stairs completely and turned one time around so he could inspect her from all sides. "I have the feeling that the dress might be a bit too fancy for a troll costume, but I hadn't had a chance to wear it for years."

Stricklander was still so flabbergasted by her appearance that he didn't react immediately. The dress wasn't cut in any risqué way, but his heart still thumped very hard in his chest by the sight of her half covered legs and back. She looked utterly attractive right now and her glasses, that she still wore, gave her whole look an adorable note. Only after a few seconds he was able to react by shaking his head and stammered slightly.

"T-Troll?"

It was rather obvious with how accurate Barbara had made this Troll costume, even when it would be more correct to label her as a Changeling for her more human shape. But Stricklander couldn't care less about this little detail right now. In his eyes Barbara had always been one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen in his long life, tho he had to admit it always had been the human part of him who thought so. With her looking like this it was now the turn of his Troll side to appreciate this gorgeous sight before him.

"Since half of the family is going out as Trolls, I wanted to follow the trend," Barbara explained with a shrug, but then looked to the side with a nervous smile "And well....I thought it would be a nice idea to have some kind of...couple costume."

When his heart had thumped hard before, it was now leaping up to his throat. He wanted to be happy about this, because when this wasn't a major hint then he didn't know what it was. But he hard such a hard time right now to comprehend this, why Barbara was still so nice to him, after all the things he had done.

Meanwhile Barbara was misinterpreting his shocked state and started to fumble with her hands.

"Oh boy, I really hope I didn't do something offensive with this. Maybe I really should've asked before." she mumbled, when Stricklander suddenly talked again.

"Why?" The question was asked rather quiet and Barbara looked up to him with a confused expression. He continued with a sigh. "Why are you doing this Barbara? I mean...I don't want to appear ungrateful, but there is certainly somebody more suitable you...you could go with to the party."

"What do you mean with more suitable?" Barbara asked with a frown.

"Someone who's default state isn't a monster!" Stricklander pointed at himself, voice gone rather angrily. But than he deflated and looked guilty to the ground. "Someone who hasn't taken advantage of you to protect their own sorry life."

"And that's all?" she asked almost nonchalant, which makes him looking up puzzled. "Walt, you are living here for months, I'm used to the way you look now."

"Being used to and...that are two different things," he grumbled, not really clarifying what that exactly was.

"Still, I'm a grown woman and I can decide for myself, if I like this true form of you or not." Barbara stepped closer and started to poke his chest "And yes, you did a lot of horrible things. Using me as shield, threatening Jim and his friends, wanting to kill him and god knows what."

With every poke Stricklander went back a step and made himself smaller. Guilt was clear on his face and he looked ashamed to the side. Barbara stops with the poking and smiled at him again.

"But you are showing remorse and trying to fix things. You are protecting us with your life." He dared to look to her and her smile grew even more warm. "Maybe Jim and I won't never really forgive you for the things you've done in the past. But we trust you now that you won't do these things again." Carefully she took his hands in hers. "Besides I do remember saying that I like spending time with you. And that hasn't changed."

"Barbara..." His voice was hoarse from all the emotion that were caused by her words. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and then looked at her again, expression full of gratitude, but still with a hint of doubt. "I'm really not sure if I deserve this..."

"You do. You have earned yourself some good things, so get used to it," she grinned and squeezed his hand, whereupon he had to chuckle. Since he seemed to be okay again, Barbara changed the topic back to her costume.

"So, you still haven't told me how I look like. I need the opinion of a professional." she said and looked expectant at him. Stricklander hummed, but before he answered he leant down and raised her hands to his lips to kiss them.

"You look more beautiful than any gemstone I've ever seen," he gave his opinion in a deep tone. His voice and the way he looked so enamored at her made Barbara blush and giggle a bit bashfully.

"I think I like this trollish smooth-talking."

"Well, I could go on all evening, if you want to," he said in a suave manner, his confidence - and also hope - boosted after Barbara's little speech. His reward was another cute giggle from her, but before she could reply the loud bang of the backdoor interrupted them. They looked into the direction of the kitchen and heard Draal's distinctly mumble of "Fleshbag children."

"He calls himself the Deadly, but is afraid of a few human children," Stricklander scoffed and straighten up again. Barbara let go of his hands and put her's on the hips.

"You would also be afraid of them, if they would aim with eggs at you." she said with a smirk that he returned.

"Can't argue with that." He then went to the front door and opened it for Barbara. "But for now, we should go. Fashionably late is good, but we don't want to be too late, right?"

"Of course not," she said and rolled her eyes in fond annoyance and grabbed her purse to follow him outside to the car.

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