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chrzzboo · 3 months

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One of lando Norris and he is dating pedri sister

I wouldn’t want it any other way

Summary: After going to the Grand Prix in Barcelona with your brothers, a lot of things happen. Meeting your future boyfriend is one of them.

Pedri sister reader x Lando Norris

Note: thank you for your request anon! I tried my best, and accidentally wrote more than I intended to 🤪 I hope you guys enjoy this one and don’t be a silent reader! Love chrzzboo 🫶

Y/N’S POV

It was a very beautiful day in Barcelona I was visiting my older brothers Pedri and Fernando. I normally live with my parents in Tenerife but because I had a break from uni I decided to visit my dear brothers. I always had a special bond with both my brothers especially with Pedri since he’s only a year older than me. I was sat in front of the tv watching some Netflix when Pedri came to me and started talking. “Yo hermana I’ve got three tickets for the Barcelona’s Grand Prix this weekend, do you want to come with me and Fer?”. I looked at him confused, I did know about F1 and even knew a few drivers but didn’t really bother to watch every race so I was confused to why he asked me if he knew that I wasn’t really interested in it. “An F1 race? Since when do you like formula one?”. He looked at me annoyed. "Since they’ve invited me and they were kind enough to send me two extra tickets so you better come. Also mom and dad wouldn’t appreciate me leaving you all alone at home”. I started laughing imagining my parents beating up Pedri and Fer. “Alright I will come with you guys because I know you can’t live without me.” Pedri scoffed. “Now don’t get too confident hermana.” “With you as my brother I could never” I said laughing and pushing him over, running away from him. “Is that how you treat your older brother niñita?” He shouted running after me.

TIME SKIP

It was the day of the Grand Prix, although I didn’t know what to expect I was still very excited. We were currently in the car on the way to the Grand Prix, Pedri was driving and Fer sat next to him and I was sitting in the back. I was jamming to the music in the car when Fer turned to me and started talking.”Listen hermana, Grand Prix’s are often very busy so it’s important that we stick together because that place is way too big and easy to get lost in.” I rolled my eyes at my brother. “Fer are you serious? How old do you think I am? I can perfectly keep up with you guys. And besides that what if I get lost? It’s not like we don’t have phones?” Now it was Fernando’s turn to roll his eyes at me. “It might not be a big deal to you but to us it is. If mama heard that we’ve lost you she would go livid.” “Alright alright I promise I will stay close”. Both my brothers nodded at my words and we continued jamming to the music in the car until we’ve reached our destination.

We arrived a bit later than we were supposed to since it was so busy, Fer wasn’t lying when he said that this place can be very crowded. I was looking around and walking close to my brothers. I didn’t expect this place to be so cool honestly. I might visit these races more often. There are many pros to have an older brother who’s famous but there are also a lot of cons. Like right now, my brother was taking many pictures with people and also doing interviews. I was waiting for him to finish, already getting bored. Fer went to the toilet so I was alone waiting for Pedri. I was just scrolling on my phone when someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turn around and frowned at the girl standing in front of me, I’ve never seen her before. “Hey you’re y/n right? Pedri’s little sister?” Ooh now I understood what she wanted. Well you see being the little sister of a pro athlete means that their fans will also know their family. “Hey yeah that’s me!” I replied enthusiastically. I didn’t realise but 10 minutes past, I had a lovely conversation with this girl but she had to leave. Looking around I started panicking since I couldn’t find my brothers anymore. They suddenly disappeared, I grabbed my phone planning on calling them but I cursed under my breath since my phone died. “Shit man, I should’ve brought my power bank.” I took matters in my own hands and started walking around the paddock looking for my brothers.

Like I mentioned before, this place is huge it feels like it’s never ending. Still looking around for my brothers, I wasn’t really paying attention to my surroundings in front of me since I was looking to the left side. That probably wasn’t a good idea because all of a sudden I bumped into a hard chest sending me straight to the ground eating shit. “I’m so sorry miss, are you alright?” Asked a manly voice, I looked at the person and I could see a pretty handsome brunette staring down at me reaching his hand out for me to hold. I grabbed his hand embarrassed by the fall I just made. “I’m alright, I’m so sorry I wasn’t really paying attention.” I told him. He chuckled looking in my eyes, just then I realised that he had very beautiful coloured eyes. “Don’t worry! It was my fault as well I was kinda distracted it wasn’t my intention to send you to the ground.” I laughed at him already liking his attitude. “Well yeah that was kinda embarrassing. But thanks for helping me, I’m looking for my brothers but ended up eating dirt instead.” He laughed at me still looking at me with those beautiful eyes. “Really are you lost?” “Yeah I kinda am, I’ve never been here before. I was waiting for my brothers and in the meantime a girl came up to me and started talking but when we finished our conversation I couldn’t find them anymore.” He looked at me with a confused expression. “You’ve never been here before? In the way of never visited the Barcelona GP or just to a F1 race in general?” I looked at him weird, what has that got to do with me losing my brothers? “Euhm I’ve never been to a F1 race at all, so I’m not really familiar with this.” He looked at me with a relieved expression? “So you don’t know who I’m?” I looked at him confused before answering.”Should I know who you are?” He chuckled at my response. “No don’t worry about it but you said that you’ve lost your brothers right? Have you tried calling them?” “No because my phone died that’s the main reason why I’m looking around here like a kid who’ve lost their parents.” I said with a laugh. He laughed as well. “Well miss if you give me your name I would gladly give you my phone so you can call them.” I forwarded my hand to him introducing myself to the handsome stranger. “I’m y/n, nice to meet you mister?” He took my hand and shook it, introducing himself as well. “Beautiful name for a beautiful girl, it’s nice to meet you my name is Lando.” Ngl that actually made me blush, so I quickly looked away from him but I could hear him slightly chuckle. He handed me his phone so I could call my probably worried brothers.

LANDO’S POV

After giving this beautiful girl my phone I started thinking. How come she doesn’t know me when there are literally pictures of me displayed all over the paddock. But honestly I was kinda relieved since I thought that I had bumped in a crazy fan earlier. Her not knowing who I am gave me the opportunity to kinda mess with her and also to feel like a normal person for once. Those thoughts were quickly interrupted by her giving me my phone back. “Here you go Lando, thank you so much for letting me use your phone I would’ve been doomed if it wasn’t for you! My brothers are at the restaurant at the entrance so I’m going over there.” I smiled at her happy face. “That’s no problem y/n, but do you know we’re the restaurant is because I don’t want you to get lost again.” She laughed at me not taking my words serious. “Don’t worry I remembered where it was located since I could smell the amazing pastries they had there earlier” she adds with an adorable laugh. “Alright pretty girl, hope to see you around.” After bidding her goodbye I couldn’t help but curse at myself for not asking her number or something, but before I could even look for her she was gone.

BACK TO Y/N

I couldn’t help but be a bit disappointed because I actually liked talking to Lando he seemed nice. Shaking those thoughts off I had better things to do and that was to find my brothers and hoping that they wouldn’t be mad at me. Finally reaching the restaurant, I could see my brothers standing near the entrance waiting for me. I called their names and soon both of them came running to me. “Y/n dios mío, we thought we lost you forever for a second.” Was heard from Fer. “Yeah we already started digging our own graves because non of us would’ve had the balls to tell mama.” Pedri says earning a laugh from all of us. “Alright you guys are so dramatic and this time it wasn’t even my fault that I got lost, you guys just disappeared.” Both of them looked at each other with guilty eyes and turned to me with a small smile. “Yeah alright this one was on us, but if you won’t tell mama we will buy you your favourite pastries.” “All of them?” I add with a smirk. Both my brothers rolled their eyes but agreed.

After we watched the race we were headed to the garages of some drivers since Pedri wanted to talk to them. I had to admit I did like watching the race, there was so much happening. The adrenaline, the speed, the loud engines it was just simply addicting. Arriving at the garages both my brothers headed to talk to some drivers but not without warning me to stay close to them and not wander off. I looked around me and noticed that each garage had their own colours. For example Ferrari had red, Mercedes had black and McLaren had orange more like a papaya colour. But wait a second, looking back at the McLaren garage I could see a familiar face. It was that Lando guy from earlier. Shocked I took a few steps closer to look at the poster better. 'Lando Norris driver for McLaren' it stated. So you're meant to tell me that I've talked to one of the drivers earlier? That's actually insane. I quickly returned to my brothers and let those thoughts sink in.

It’s been 10 minutes since my brothers were talking to the drivers with the names Verstappen and Pérez what I’ve learned after standing there for such a long time. I was starting to get thirsty because we’ve walked all day long plus it was so hot in Barcelona today. I looked around me and spotted a vending machine. I tapped Fer on his shoulder to gain his attention, soon he turned to me with a confused face. “I’m thirsty can I walk over there and get a drink from the machine.” Fer looked over to the vending machine seeing that it wasn’t too far and could still see me. “Alright, but only get your drink and come back we wouldn’t want the same events from earlier to happen again.” He added with a stern voice. “Okey sir, don’t worry I will be back in no time.” After getting his permission I started walking to the vending machine, I needed some money so as I was walking I started searching for some change in my purse. Unaware of my surroundings I again bumped into someone. But that’s when I heard the same voice again. “Second time we bumped into each other it’s really destiny at this point.” It was Lando, this time he was dressed in his racing attire still a bit sweaty from the race earlier. “Well it’s nice seeing you again Lando.” He smiled at me before talking again. “You haven’t lost your brothers again have you?” He laughed at me. I groaned at his response. “Listen that only happened once and that wasn’t even my fault. Also my brothers are over there talking to some drivers." I pointed at them so Lando could see them. Lando turned to me a bit shocked. “Wait your brother is Pedri, the football player?” I looked at him amused. “Yeah that’s him.” “Why didn’t you mention that earlier?” He asked still looking at Pedri. “Well mister Norris, you didn’t mention that you were a driver either.” I said with a smirk. He laughed. “You’ve got me there, I guess we both had our secrets.” I smiled agreeing to his words. “Hey y/n listen it was very nice talking to you, I really enjoyed our conversation. But I have to go, do you mind doing me the honour of giving me your phone number?”. I couldn’t believe my ears at first, did he really ask me for my number? Wait let’s get this straight a F1 driver wants my number? Yeah mental. I quickly composed myself so I wouldn’t make a fool out of myself. “Yeah sure give me your phone so I can type it in!” After exchanging our numbers we both separated our ways.

That was 6 months ago, me and Lando have been dating for 2 months now. Ever since we’ve exchanged numbers back then, we had been talking non stop. We would secretly meet up but it ended up with him visiting me most of the time since I still had uni. Our relationship was pretty much a secret, the only people that knew about it were some of his friends on the paddock, his best friend Max and his parents. For me the only people who knew were my parents and best friend. My brothers don’t know, I don’t what to tell them because I know how they would freak out since they’re very protective over me especially Pedri. Pedri can be very dramatic about this, so that’s why I decided to keep it from them but just for now.

I was currently visiting Lando in Monaco since I had a break from uni. I came with him to the paddock to keep him company since he’s been whining all morning long for me to come with him. I have been here for two weeks now I have to leave in two days to return home. I didn’t want to leave actually, I had a great time here in Monaco spending time with my boyfriend. My thoughts were quickly interrupted by a hand on my thigh. “Baby are you alright? You’ve been quiet ever since we woke up today.” I looked at him and could see the concern in his eyes. “Yeah I’m alright amor don’t worry about it.” I tried convincing him but if there was one thing Lando was good at it would be that he could read me like an open book. He scooted closer to me lifting me up slightly and seating me on his lap. He had both his arms secured around my waist and he kissed my shoulder lightly. “Babe you know damn well that I know when you’re lying. Now tell me what’s really going on, I’m your boyfriend I would do anything to make those worries of yours disappear.” He added with a chaste kiss on my cheek. I smiled at him slightly feeling better. “I’m just worried you know. I don’t want to return home tomorrow without you. The long distance has been killing me lately and now that we’ve spent two weeks together really made realise that I don’t want to be apart from you.” He looked at me with sad eyes. “I know love, I had an amazing time with you and I’m also not ready to let it go. But we’ve talked about this remember? You’re almost done with uni and then we can finally live together.” His words made me happier but there was still one thing that was bothering me. “You’re right but we still haven’t told my brothers, it just feels like I have a huge weight on my shoulders. I love them but I’m scared that they wouldn’t approve of our relationship.” Lando was quiet for a few seconds before speaking again. “Babe listen what if I came with you back home. You told me that your brothers will be there as well. We can’t keep postponing this. Think about it, it’s not fair towards your brothers as well you know.” He was right, I couldn’t keep this secret from them any longer. I want to be able to go out with Lando freely without having to worry about anything. I looked at him. “You’re right babe, we should do it.” Lando was so happy to hear that, he jumped up nearly dropping me to the ground but he quickly caught me. “Babe that’s amazing, I will sort out a private jet immediately. You just have to call your parents and let them know." He grabbed my face with his large hands and kissed me passionately. I couldn’t help but smile into the kiss excited but also nervous about telling the news to my brothers.

Me and Lando were currently seated in his private jet. I was so nervous, probably more nervous than Lando. I kept bouncing my leg up and down from the stress but Lando noticed it and held my thigh in place. “Babe calm down, you’re more nervous than me.” He said laughing and pecking my nose. “I’m sorry amor I can’t help it, I just hope my brothers won’t make a drama out of it especially Pedri.” I said looking down sadly imagining the worst scenario to happen. Lando tilted my chin with his fingers so I could look at him. “Hey hey baby don’t talk like that. Everything will go well alright? I know it’s a tough situation but your brothers only want to protect you but regardless of what happens today we both know that our love is stronger than anything else right?” His words made me feel lighter and so much better but I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Why are you laughing babe?” Lando looked at me confused especially after his little speech. I pecked his nose before answering. “Your words were beautiful babe but I would’ve never expected the Lando Norris to become such a sap for me.” I said laughing. Lando started whining. “C’mon babe way to ruin my perfect speech, now I’m cringing from myself.” He said hiding his face in my neck. “Alright I’m sorry my big baby I appreciate everything you do for me.” I said kissing him meaning everything I just said. “Look at who’s the sap now.” “Lando shut up before I wipe that smirk of your face.” Lando didn’t stop there. “And what if I don’t.” He said with a smirk. “Alright then you can pleasure yourself alone then tonight.” I said closing my eyes ready to take a nap leaving a whining Lando next to me.

We just landed not too long ago, me and Lando were currently sitting in the uber on the way to my parents house. The entire car journey I couldn’t help but overthink but Lando was quick to reassure me. We arrived and took our luggage out of the car and thanked the driver. This was it, this was the moment that could determine the rest of my relationship. Lando sensed my uneasiness and took my hand in his hand and gave it a light squeeze as a sign of reassurance. I rung the bell and soon my parents opened the door. “Hola hija mía, te extrañé mucho.” (Hello my daughter, I’ve missed you so much.)Was heard from my mother before she pulled me into a hug. “Mama I was only gone for two weeks.” I laughed at her dramatic antics. Soon both my parents greeted Lando. They had met him before and they were fond of him, treating him like their own son. That’s what I loved about it. Soon we made our way to my room, placing our luggage down. We both got refreshed and headed downstairs for dinner. Me and Lando sat down next to each other when I couldn’t help but ask my mother about my brothers. “Mama, where are Fer and Pedri? Weren’t they supposed to be here?” My mother turned to me and answered me. “I sent them out to get some stuff so they will be here soon." Not even 20 seconds later we could hear the bell. This was it, this was the moment I was dreading for so long. Lando sensed that I was nervous so he rubbed my thigh softly as reassurance. Soon I could hear the loud voices of my brothers coming closer. I stood up from my seat and so did Lando. “Hola Fer y Pedri, how are you guys?” I asked hugging them both. “Hola hermana we’re doing good.” Was heard from Pedri but before they could talk further I started talking. “I would like you guys to meet my boyfriend Lando.” They both fell silent for a bit before pushing me aside and going over to my boyfriend. The next thing really caught me off guard and so did it to my parents. “Dios mío, you’re Lando Norris!” “Fer our sister is dating a F1 driver!” Wait a second both my brothers were fangirling over my boyfriend? Is this what I was scared for all this time?. “Y/n why haven’t you told us that you were dating Lando Norris.” Before I could reply Fer interrupted me again. “Never mind I don’t even care anymore, Lando do you have any paddock passes for your next race for us?” “Can we have a test drive in your car once?” My boyfriend stood there not knowing what was going on. “Dios mío, leave the poor guy alone. He’s here as your sister’s boyfriend and not as the race driver. Now both of you sit down." They immediately listened to my mother’s words. It was safe to say that my brothers wouldn’t stop bothering my boyfriend with their silly questions but I couldn’t help but be happier since they’ve approved of our relationship.

Later in the evening, me and Lando were sitting together cuddled up on the coach enjoying each other’s presence. “You know I was actually surprised by your brothers’s reactions.” Lando said laughing. “Yeah you’re not alone I’ve never seen them react like that.” I said laughing. “But regardless of that I couldn’t be happier about it.” Lando smiles pecking my temple. “I told you everything will fall into place.” I smiled at him, both leaning in for a kiss but before our lips could even touch a pillow hit our faces. “You might be Lando Norris but I still don’t want any PDA in front of me.” “PEDRO ARE YOU SERIOUS?!” Before I could even hit that idiot back he was already gone leaving my boyfriend laughing his butt off at what just happened. Looking around me I realised one thing: I wouldn’t want it any other way.

The end.

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yanxidarlings · 8 months

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Hello there! I don't know if the inbox is open but could I request the Nordics (separate) with a darling (romantic) who just keeps questioning why they chose them of all people as they continue to try and leave them? Thank you and have a wonderful day!

INSECURITY: NORDICS

DENMARK

matthias honestly see's his darlings insecurity as fishing for compliments - normally he would shower them in verbal affection, especially if asked, but assuming that this is just after getting caught trying to escape, he's a bit pissed. "i don't know, i could probably find someone better couldn't i" yes this little shit is using his darlings moment of self consciousness as manipulative ammunition.

his darling is probably crushed at his words, matthias feels a bit bad seeing how their face falls, but it's for the best. if things go as planned, his darling will start to put more effort into the 'relationship', and stops trying to escape.

or his darling could completely shy away from him after hearing his words, smart decision, darling, if he see's how dejected they are, matthias is going to feel really bad.

he didn't mean it, min elskede!, he was just in a bad mood, it's like when you're feeling insecure and try to up and leave!. please forgive him.

it's best not to drag this out any further, and take the apology and pampering, lest matthias starts to think his darling is attempting to manipulate him, and believe me, you do not want to entirely loose his trust.

NORWAY

lukas wonders the exact same thing sometimes. he really tried to shake his obsession, it's not like he wants to be so attached to his darling but he is.

he doesn't answer his darling initially, too busy enchanting the basement to keep them from trying to escape again. this likely puts his already distressed darling on the edge, and might lead them to think he's decided to dispose of them when he doesn't come and visit for the next week.

the darlings words linger in lukas's mind; if he hadn't already kidnapped them, he might have tried to distance himself from them and focus on his responsibilities as a big brother and a country (to no avail), but he can't risk his darling going off and telling everyone about what he had done, so, in that week he decides to put his darling out of their misery.

finally, after a week, he re-emerges into the basement, with a tray of food in his hands, his darling is soiled and starving at this point, so they don't fight back when he hand feeds them the love potion infused fiskesuppe.

FINLAND

tino's heart just about breaks upon hearing his darlings words - it all makes sense now! his darling does love him, they just struggle with insecurities, that he clearly desperately needs to address.

so, if his darling doesn't like physical affection, verbal affection or being smothered, they just made the stupidest decision of their life; tino now dedicates his days to boosting his darlings self esteem. best to go along with his self love boot cam, he'll forget all previous grievances.

but assuming 10 hours of standing naked in front of a mirror complimenting themselves just creeps them out, and they still want to escape from tino's clutches; they once again try to leave when the chance presents itself.

finland goes absolutely insane, no one can calm him down when he realises his darling isn't home when he returns from the latest world meeting - after all he did for them? were they even being sincere or was it all another ploy to escape?! throw all previous trust out the window, once he gets his darling back he's going full tiger mum.

SWEDEN

"who made you think this" berwalds instantly ready to throw hands, start a war, go viking mode. it's simply incomprehensible to him that his darling doesn't adore themselves as much as he adores them.

it must be someone's elses poisonous words corrupting his darling self image, probably denmark, or maybe prussia, germany and austria, or it could be-

if berwald hadn't kidnapped his darling yet, expect to wake up in his house the next morning - clearly his darling is being horridly abused by the people they surround themselves with to think that they aren't worthy of love.

whilst he wasn't planning on pursuing a romantic relationship with his darling, and was content in his position as their guardian angel, if it's what he thinks they need, he'll do whatever he must to ensure their wellbeing.

ICELAND

here we have the angsty teenager, who immediately takes it as his darling mocking him. fine! be that way, he didn't even like them that much to begin with (lies). once he realises how immature he's being, he panics.

did he just ruin his entire relationship with his darling over his own insecurity? emil screams into his pillow when it occurs to him that his darling was being sincere. even if they weren't, he couldn't stay away from them for that long. if he wasn't already stalking them, he's picked up the habit now: they hate him so how else is he to get his fill of them?.

after a few months of being estranged, emil works up the courage to make amends. but it isn't the same, his beloved is on edge, they don't trust him like they used to. it drives him to absolute insanity loosing the closeness he once had with his darling.

he doesn't sleep, he doesn't eat, he just follows and watches them in a desperate attempt to get close to them again.

eventually, his brothers get concerned, lukas can't stand to see his baby brother so distressed, so he does what all good brothers do and puts icelands darling under a love potion. to emils horror. at first he thinks they've come around, but is quick to become suspicious of the sudden affection he's receiving.

emil will demand lukas undo the love potion, when his darling is back to their senses he's so embarrassed, he stutters apologies, as the door opens.

norway walks in with a suitcase, "here's all their stuff" "WHAT"

isn't norway a great big brother kidnapping icelands darling for him.

GREENLAND

way to reinforce kunuk's belief that he and his darling are soulmates, reader. just when he thinks his darling can't get any more perfect for him, they say this. it's kinda disturbing to see the heart eyes he gives them as they pour out their heart to him, probably sobbing too.

he immediately counters with his own belief that he isn't good enough for his darling, but he loves them so much that he's gotten past that to bring them together (kidnap them).

if anything his darling made him more attached to them, he goes from being attached at the hip with them to being their conjoined twin; if kunuk wasn't open with them before, he sure as hell is now. if he was, all boundries between him and his darling fade at this point.

kunuk also uses his darlings insecurity as a way to isolate them from others; no one understands them like he does, as no one understands him as they do, so what's the point of going to america's birthday bash when he and his darling could stay home and cuddle?

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hbyrde36 · 7 months

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Chapter 11!

Steve Harrington: Vampire Hunter

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It didn’t take long after Eddie’s big announcement for the sharks to start circling. A few days after the press conference, Steve found himself in a pre-dawn meeting with two members of the most prolific vampire hate group in the country, Humans Against Vampires. The early hour of the appointment was by Steve's own choice. The logic being that he could take the meeting after he finished his actual job for the evening, raising zombies, and then be free to go home and get eight hours or so of uninterrupted sleep. He had also, maybe, wanted to make it as inconvenient and unpleasant as possible for the client in question.

The woman, Connie Frazier, was familiar to Steve. He’d seen her before at protests, and even once down at the precinct when he was consulting with Hopper on a case. She was notorious for going too far and getting herself arrested. She looked like someone's mother, innocent and unassuming until she opened her mouth to spew hatred.

“I was surprised to find your name in my books, Ms. Frazier, I thought you hated us zombie raisers almost as much as the vampires. At least, that’s what you told me the last time we saw each other. I believe you called me a… Satan loving devil worshiper.” Steve snorted a laugh as he thought about how ironic that line had been, considering he’d been wearing the same silver cross around his neck then that was peeking out from the gap in his button-down shirt now.

“We’re here to enlist your help, Mr. Harrington.” The man interjected quickly, not giving his female companion the chance to rise to Steve’s bait. He appeared to be a bit older than Frazier, his entire head of hair already gone completely gray. He had a kind face and eyes that betrayed a hint of intelligence, which was refreshing.

“And you are?” Steve asked. The man’s name hadn’t been included with the notes left behind by their night secretary.

“Sam Owens.” He answered, leaning forward to offer his hand.

Steve was caught off guard by the polite gesture, but luckily muscle memory kicked in and he took the man's hand, shaking it over the desk. He hadn’t known what to expect from this meeting, but he certainly hadn’t anticipated civility.

Frazier sat quiet in her seat, ringing her hands and picking at her fingernails. It was distracting.

“What’s got her so nervous?” Steve asked Owens, well aware that he was coming off like an asshole by directing the question at her male counterpart. He just really didn’t like the woman.

She huffed at the offense. “If you must know, Harrington, I don't like this. I’m not used to asking for help from people like you.”

Steve raised an eyebrow at that, but said nothing. Honestly it was tame for her, he’d expected worse.

Owens jumped in again, trying to steer the conversation even as his partner put her foot in her mouth. “We’re in the process of starting up a new group, an offshoot of HAV that we’re calling Humans First. Both groups share a common goal, to rid the world of the vampire threat, but whereas the original organization’s goal is to make vampirism illegal again, our members are willing to use a slightly more…direct approach.”

“What does that mean, more direct?” Steve asked.

“You know what we mean.” Frazier said with a sneer. “You just don’t want to help us.”

“Help you do what?” Steve wasn’t dumb, he had some idea of what they were getting at, but if they wanted to have this conversation, he wasn’t going to let them dance around it, they would have to spell it out.

She sighed, as if it was all too obvious for words. “Our organization has been at this for two years, since the moment the vote swung in the wrong direction, we have tried it all. We have protested in front of the courthouses, we have tried to discredit vampires in the media, and written countless letters to our senators. None of it is working. We are no closer now than we were the day those monsters became legal citizens. Humans first is a group of like minded individuals who are tired of waiting for the system to correct its mistake. We want to destroy them all.”

Steve blinked at her. “You want to murder all of the vampires in the United States?”

She smiled maniacally. “Yes.”

“You are a vampire hunter and executioner, do you really believe it’s murder?” Owens asked.

He didn’t sound crazed like his associate, just genuinely curious. Still, Steve clenched his jaw, wishing he’d refused this meeting. He’d only agreed to it to keep the peace with his father. He knew that not long ago the answer to the man’s question would have been an easy no, it wasn’t murder. They were the monsters, how could it be a crime to protect the public from them?

Now though, he wasn’t so sure. Dustin had proved to him that some vampires could be good, and Eddie, well, his feelings there were too complicated to be helpful.

Steve settled on replying with, “That’s what the law says.” It was a cop out, a politician's answer, but it was safer than simply saying, I don’t know. It was also true. No matter what his personal feelings were, Steve had always followed the law, until Billy at least, though a case could be made for self defense on that one. Besides, he didn’t owe these two a window into his personal crisis of conscience.

“Forget the law.” Frazier retorted. “It’s clear that the government no longer cares about its human citizens. At this very moment they are trying to push through legislation that will give those killers the right to vote! Doesn’t that scare you?”

“Kinda of.” Steve answered with a half-shrug “But, as citizens they should have the right to vote about things that affect them, just like we do.”

Frazier scoffed and Owens gave her a sharp look. He was definitely the more reasonable of the two, or at least the more socially adept.

“Look, we’re not asking you to get your hands dirty.” Owens began. “We just want to know where the master of the city spends his daylight hours. No one has to know where the information came from.”

Steve's heart started to race, but he attempted to hide his sudden tension with a smirk. “Right. So your big ‘kill all vampires’ plan is going to kick off here? From our little city? Why not start with the leader of New York, or L.A.?”

Owens tilted his head in recognition of the fair question. “By choosing to come forward, Eddie is poised to become the most famous vampire in the country. He may not lead the largest city, but killing him will send the biggest message.”

It was exactly what Steve had been afraid of. Why had Eddie put himself in the spotlight like this? He had to have known it would attract bad attention along with the good.

“Okay, I'll grant you that, but what makes you think I have the information you’re after?” Steve asked.

Frazier scoffed. “Don’t play games, we know you are acquainted with him.”

Steve fought not to react. The only people who knew about his tie to Eddie were Robin, and the vampires themselves. Potentially the wererats too, but none of them would have talked to these people voluntarily.

“I don’t know where you got that intel from, but it’s wrong. I’m sorry, unless you have a zombie you’d like me to raise, I can’t help you.” He said, as calmly and evenly as he could manage.

“Can’t or won’t?” Frazier challenged.

“Honestly? Both.” Steve replied. “I mean, what is the plan here guys? Say you do find out the resting place, do you think you can just walk right in there and stab him through the heart?”

“Yes.” She answered quickly, and with conviction.

Steve shook his head. The idea was ridiculous on some level, unless they had some well trained people on their side, humans didn't stand a chance. Still, he felt a sense of dread at the idea of anyone going after Eddie like that.

Owens narrowed his eyes, studying Steve thoughtfully. “You don’t think we can do it. Is that the problem?”

“I know you can’t. He’d kill you before you got anywhere near him.”

“Don’t lie and act like you are trying to protect us, Harrington. It’s that blood sucker you’re protecting, isn’t it?!” Frazier raged.

“Connie!” Owens said her name like an order and it instantly silenced her. He turned to Steve with an apologetic smile as he rose from his chair, the woman quickly following suit. “We appreciate your input, and the fact that you took this meeting, but I can see we’re not going to get anywhere today. I wonder though, if we came up with a better plan, would you be willing to see us again?”

Steve shrugged. “Sure.”

He didn’t really want to see them again, truth be told, but he knew he would catch shit from Bert if it got back to him that he refused. It could be worth it to keep an eye on them anyway, so he’d know what they were up to if they ever decided to move forward with their plan.

Steve raced home. The sun was minutes away from breaking over the horizon and all he wanted was to get inside before the first rays of dawn could make their appearance. He had just pulled into the driveway, hand on his keys, ready to shut off the ignition, when his cell phone rang with a familiar tone.

He let out a deep sigh. Oh well, the break had been nice while it lasted. He let the call connect to the car.

“Mornin’ Hop.”

“Hey, kid. Sorry If I woke you.”

“You didn’t. I just got home from work.”

“Shit. I'm even sorrier then. We’ve got a body here that I need you to come take a look at.”

Steve glanced at the clock. It was after 6AM and he was exhausted, but as long as the crime scene wasn’t too far away, he could probably go check it out and still manage at least 5 hours of sleep before he had to be back at work, give or take.

Normally Steve would ask questions, try to get some details or context for whatever he was about to get himself into, but he was just too tired. “Text me the address, I'll be there as soon as I can.”

It took 40 minutes to reach the quiet suburban neighborhood that rested on the outskirts of the city. Even without GPS it would have been easy to find the address he was looking for. The street was crawling with police, an ambulance, and a lot of gawkers.

The body was laid out face up in the front yard of a nice upper-middle-class house. The victim was male, somewhere in his late 30’s or early 40’s. Everything about him was average, from his build, to his medium brown hair, and his nondescript collared shirt and khaki pants. The only thing that did stand out was the multiple vampire bites he was sporting on different parts of his body.

It was clear that the man been dumped there after the attack. The scene was far too clean. The body had been almost completely drained and yet there was no blood in the grass around or below him. No vampire was that neat of an eater.

“Tell me again, Steve, why won’t this guy come back as a vampire?” Hopper asked.

“As far as we know, it takes three bites from the same vampire over a short period of time, say a week, with the final bite ending in death to make the transition. I’m seeing at least three different sizes of bites here, Hop, and it looks to me like they are all brand new. None of them show signs of healing.”

“What do you make of it then?”

“I think it was a group of them. At least three different vampires feeding off the same victim at the same time.”

“Is that common?”

“No, actually. It’s extremely unusual. Vampires tend to be solitary hunters. I can only think of a few reasons for it. Either someone was training a newbie vamp and things got out of hand, although that would mean only one or two different bites, or there's a master and his flock who’s gone off the rails. It just feels too…neat and controlled, there has to be someone in charge here.”

“Master? like the Master of the City, master?”

“Not necessarily. Being a master vampire just means they’ve reached a certain higher level of power beyond the norm. The Master of the City is a title given to the leader of a city, usually the most powerful vamp in a metropolitan area.”

“Right, sorry. I’m sure you’ve explained it to me before, I just hate this shit.”

Steve nodded. He didn’t mind teaching the older man the ropes. Hopper had been a cop for much longer than Steve had been a vampire hunter, but the older man was completely new to the supernatural world. There was definitely a learning curve.

Steve found himself thinking back on his meeting earlier. This was just the sort of fodder the hate groups needed to further their cause. So much about this crime scene didn’t make sense. Whoever had killed this man had made the choice to leave him out on display to be found. It was as if the killer, or killers wanted the police to know they were out there. But why?

“What is it, kid?”

Steve worried at his bottom lip. “The only master level vamps I’m aware of that are supposed to be in town right now are that cult leader Jason Carver, and Eddie.”

“Do you like either of them for this?”

As much as he’d love to see that prick Jason get taken forcibly down from his pedestal, he was fairly certain the guy wasn’t going around killing innocents for fun, and no matter what he thought of Eddie, the guy was smarter than this. Even if he or one of his people had killed a human, they would have hidden the body, not left it out to be found this way. It was bad for business.

“Honestly? No. But, as the two most powerful vamps in the city, they should know if there's another master wandering around. They’d be able to sense the other’s power. It could be worth a shot to ask them about it. If they don’t know anything, then, in a few nights I can raise our victim here as a zombie and see what he remembers about his attackers.”

“You can do that, even with a vampire victim?”

“In this case I can. If the guy was going to transition and rise as a vampire, then it wouldn’t work. The body would already be spoken for, in a sense, but with the way this went down, there's no chance of that happening.”

“Alright.” Hopper nodded. “I’ll see about visiting Carver tonight for a little interview.”

“I can handle talking to Eddie, er, the Master of the City, for you. If you want.” Steve stuttered.

“You know you’re not actually a cop, right?”

Steve grit his teeth. He didn’t even know why he had offered. He was meant to be staying away from the vampire, not volunteering to interview him about a fucking murder! But he couldn’t take the offer back now. If there was some new dangerous vampire in town he needed to know about it ASAP, for…Dustin’s sake.

“No, but seeing as he’s not really a suspect and more of a contact. I didn’t think it would be an issue.”

Hopper raised an eyebrow. He looked suspicious, skeptical at best.

“He’ll talk to me, Hop,” Steve assured him, “and he might share things with me that he wouldn’t in front of the police.”

Steve was 99% sure he was right about that. Things hadn’t ended well between him and Eddie, that much was true, but the vampire wasn’t the one who had cut off contact, Steve was. Right up till the end Eddie had tried to keep things open ended. You know where to find me if you change your mind, he had said. So yeah, Steve thought there was a good chance that Eddie would see him, he’d just have to make sure the vampire knew it was for strictly professional reasons.

“Why’s that?” Hopper asked.

The question snapped Steve back out of his thoughts abruptly. Hopper was staring at him, and Steve knew it wasn’t the first time he’d asked the question.

He felt his cheeks start to warm as he cleared his throat. “We have mutual acquaintances.”

“Hmpf” Hopper grumbled. “Fine, I'll let you take a crack at him on your own, but you call me if you run into any trouble.”

Steve felt like he should have crossed his fingers behind his back when he responded, “Of course,” because he absolutely would not be doing that.

Steve made the call to his office as he drove home, dreading the conversation he was about to have with his father, but wanting to get it over with. With any luck, Bert Harrington wouldn’t be in, and he’d be able to leave a message about needing the night off with the daytime secretary, Gary.

He picked up on the second ring, and he must have checked the caller ID before answering because he greeted Steve by name.

“Good Morning, Stevie! Shouldn’t you be asleep at this hour?”

Steve cringed at the nickname. Gary had been harboring a crush on him for years. Normally he ignored it. He wasn’t trying to be mean or anything, he just wasn’t interested, and he’d never been good at letting people down. This morning however, maybe he could use the guy’s infatuation to his advantage.

“I know.” Steve giggled, and far from flirty, it sounded deranged. Had he completely lost his touch? “I’m heading home for bed as we speak, I promise, but listen, something’s come up and I'm not going to be able to make it in tonight.”

“Oooh”” Gary cooed. “Please tell me it’s at least for fun, like a date or something... Are you seeing anyone right now?”

“Oh, it’s not, um, no, actually I'm not.” Steve wanted to slam his forehead into the steering wheel. He was so bad at this.

“Interesting, because I was thinking, we’ve never hung out outside of work, maybe we could grab a drink sometime?” Gary asked.

He could hear the lascivious smile in the other man’s voice, and it sent an unpleasant shiver down his spine.

Abort! Abort!

“Yea, y’know I don’t really drink, so, about me needing the night off, could you help with that?”

“I wish I could Steve, but you know your dad gave us all strict orders that he wants to personally handle any future call-outs from you.” Gary’s tone had gone a little cold, and Steve couldn’t blame him after that horribly botched performance.

Steve cleared his throat nervously. “Right. Well, thanks anyway I guess. Is he in?”

“Unfortunately. Hold please.”

That went well.

He cringed as the office’s on hold music blared through his car speakers. A horrible instrumental version of careless whisper attacked him from all sides. The car swerved as he lunged forward to turn the volume down to a more tolerable level. It was good timing too as his father’s voice came barking out of the stereo few short seconds later.

“Steven, what is this nonsense I hear about you needing the night off? You have clients to see this afternoon and four appointments at the cemetery! ”

“I know, Dad, but I'm just getting home from a crime scene. I haven't even been to bed yet. I...”

“Oh, well why didn’t you say so.” Bert interrupted. “I can get someone to cover your afternoon meetings with new clients, that’s always easy enough. Then you only have to show up graveside. You’ll have plenty of time to sleep.”

Steve was taken aback, it wasn’t like his dad to be reasonable, but sadly getting a decent amount of sleep wasn’t his only problem. “I appreciate that, but I have to conduct an interview tonight for the investigation.”

“We talked about this. You have to stop letting all this other nonsense take you away from your real job! It’s almost Halloween, you know this is our busy season.”

“I’m so sorry that a man’s death has inconvenienced you. I'll ask the murderer to pick a better time of the year next time! You do remember, Dad, that it was originally your idea to loan me out to the police, right?”

“I thought it would be good publicity, and it has been! It makes people think better of what we do here when they read about one of us helping out the community.”

Steve didn’t like the way he said, we and us. There was no we. His dad was a glorified business manager with no magic to speak of. He’d never missed an hour of sleep in his life and certainly never got his hands dirty.

His dad continued. “I’m not sure it’s worth it anymore if it’s going to take up so much of your time. We’re busy enough anyway, it’s not as if we need the publicity anymore. I want you to tell Hopper you’re done consulting for him.”

Steve wasn’t having that, he’d quit first. “No. I’m not going to do that, someone was murdered and they need my help to solve it.”

After a long pause, Bert let out a barely restrained shout. “God damnit, Steven. Fine. Will you at least stop after this case is solved?”

He shook his head, though his dad couldn’t see. “I can’t. It’s too important. I can save lives by helping the police.”

“You're not leaving me much choice. I'm going to have to hire someone to pick up the slack if this is going to keep happening. It might cut into your pay.”

Steve seethed but said nothing. It was fine. He’d have to talk to Hop about the consulting, see if he could start getting paid for the privilege of looking at dead bodies.

“Do what you have to.” He said, hanging up before his dad could reply. The phone rang again immediately but he ignored it. He was done with Bert Harrington’s bullshit for the day.

Before getting into bed, Steve had shot off a quick text to Dustin about needing to see Eddie that night. When he woke, the sun was still low in the sky, so he knew he had a bit of time before he could expect a response from the kid.

He took his time, showering and getting ready as he waited for the sun to go down, and tried not to think about the fact that he was going to see Eddie, face to face, for the first time in months.

As hard as he’d tried not to, Steve had thought a lot about the vampire during their time apart. There were many nights that he’d dreamt of dark hair and deep brown eyes, only to wake up with wet cheeks and an ache in his chest, because in those first few moments of wakefulness he could admit to himself that he was sad that it hadn’t been him, that they were just the regular dreams of a person whose heart pined for another.

Because Eddie, for all that Steve had railed about the vampire forcing himself on him, had taken Steve at his word. He’d asked Eddie to stay away, and Eddie had done it.

It was for the best, Steve would remind himself, once he was more lucid and had come to his senses. Who was to say that his feelings weren’t just a product of the bond between them anyway? It was all fake, it was just the magic. It had to be. It couldn’t be true.

His phone pinged, and of course, it was Dustin. The message said to meet Eddie at the Corroded Coffin. There was a show going on that night, but someone would be at the door to meet Steve and escort him to their VIP box, and no, it wouldn’t be Dustin.

Great.

Chapter 12

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CHAPTER 10! (TODOBAKUDEKU! X READER! MAFIA AU!)

~present~

My alarm goes off and I groan. This has been the worst four months ever. There is no way that is all he was hiding, I don’t believe it. I looked around and I still wasn’t home and it made me homesick. That and the two boys that wanted to make a move on me are dating Bakugo and each other. It hurts my head to just think about it.

I walk into the bathroom, brush my teeth and my hair. I walk down stairs in a long T-shirt I found. I walked into the nurse's office and sighed as I looked at him. “Pull through please, you are all I have.” I sighed as I held his hand. As I walked out I heard talking like there was a meeting that I wasn’t invited to. I stayed behind the wall, just close enough I could hear them. “I don’t trust that she doesn’t know.” A man in black said, his hair was long and black. He had a scar on his face under his eye as he looked tired of their bullshit, but I see why I wasn’t invited. It is about me. I sighed as I listened more. “I don’t know sir, she seemed just as dumbfounded as we were.” Todo spoke. Is this their boss or something? “I know she doesn’t know, because if she did she would have lost her shit already.” Deku spoke and I nodded to myself in agreement. The man in black huffed.

“You three can trust her all you please, but something doesn’t feel right to me.” He huffed and he glared at the boys. “Don’t let your feelings trust her, because you like her. That is how it went last time and you almost got caught.” He huffed and my mouth widened and then my brain spun. They have tried to date a girl in their twisted ways? So they are players that have no idea how to play the game? I smirk. Good thing I do.

I walked back upstairs and changed into my black dress that was strapless and had a slit in the middle in the front and back as I put on so black ankle wrapping heels that were silver with real diamonds. I put on some makeup and fix my hair and check the calendar. “I’ll get them to talk.” I huffed to myself as I walked down stairs and walked into the kitchen to grab water and my purse. “Wow, where are you going?” Deku growled. My whole body shivered. Despite them trying to play me, they were hot. I am honestly glad I didn’t sleep with him that night, I ran out. I am a chicken, but worth it. “None of your business.” I huffed as I grabbed my back and walked past him, I could see he was hurt and that is what I wanted. He grabbed my waist and pulled me to him and my heart almost stopped. “Oh, no, no. Where are you going to dress like that?” He asked but in my ear. My spine was about to break if I stood any taller. I gulped but breathed and got back my voice.

“On a date. Just because you are helping me with my brother's case, doesn’t mean you own my life.” I huffed and wiggled out of his hands and he looked at me. “Wait, you don’t like me?” He asked and I looked back at him. “And if I don’t you're not gonna trust me anymore?” I asked and he blinked. “The meeting.” he sighed out and I glared at him. “That and the fact both you and Shoto tried to get with me and you are dating each other along with Bakugo. I am not one who doesn't stand for your little game. I am not a one night stand either.” I huffed as I walked out the house. I walked to my car as I pulled out my keys that were in my purse and unlocked the door and got it. I started the car and drove a ball that was being hosted by hawks and dabi. I got my face mask, the covers around my eyes and top of my nose, it had a black base with silver lining on it. I put on a recorder that looked like a bracelet. I sighed as I pulled into the ball and took off my plates and put them in the car, locking it. I saw all these people and smiled as I walked in, I looked around. I didn’t see him just yet.

I felt hands on my waist, they weren't soft but they weren't nasty. I turned and saw Dabi and smiled at me. The mask hides who I am. “Wow, you are the most beautiful one here for sure.” He smirked and I looked at him. “Thank you.” I said shyly. “Shy too? What in the world are you doing in this line of work then doll?” He asked and I looked at him. “On a mission.” I sighed out and he looked at me and dragged me to the dance floor. “Dance and tell me about this mission, maybe I can help you.” He smiled out and I looked at him and danced with him, honestly I was having so much fun, but I had to find out. “I have to find out what B/N is hiding or I will die in twenty hours, I have already sent four. Y/n hired more.” I choked out like I was scared and he looked at me. Did I blow it? “Die?” he asked and I nodded. “I don’t doubt she would kill you.” He sighed and he continued to dance with me.

He dipped me. He put his mouth on my ear and whispered. “The secret is, he isn’t her real brother she remembers, he kidnapped her and killed her real brother when she was a baby, we found out by old newspapers.” he said smoothly and pulled out a roll of paper out of his pocket. “Why do you have this on you?” I asked. “I was going to expose him tonight, but you need more dolls. Now go.” He smiled and my heart melted, he only knew me for a few minutes and he was nice. I looked at him and kissed his cheek. “Thank you.” I whispered and ran out. He smiled at me. I didn’t believe what he said though, it's impossible I don’t know my own brother right? I unlocked my car, I kept my mask on and locked it back and read the newspaper. ‘B/n murdered in his own home, while Y/n was kidnapped nowhere to be seen.’ My heart dropped. How did he know who my family was? He killed my parents, I watched him do it. He killed my sister too. How does this man know so much about me? Were those people even my parents? Was that my sister or was it his family? I shivered at the thought. I got out and put my plates back on my car. I got back in and started it and drove off.

I drove to the store and walked through the aisles. “Bingo!” I said as I picked up hair dye removal. Maybe he dyed his hair to match his? Maybe I need to find pictures of him when we were younger? Something is right.. How did I not notice?! I grabbed my hair as I am slowly starting to lose my mind. I have to find out the truth..who is the man on that hospital bed?

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“I’m sick of it” James Hetfield x Fem!Reader!

Part 1- TW: Toxic S/O, fighting, abuse (mental and physical), nightmares, and language. (pls lmk if I left anything out in the comments) Pls don’t read this fanfic if any of these fields disturb you ❤️ thanks :3.

Description: Y/N is out and about with her toxic boyfriend and he’s not having it with her. Y/N is also sick of the constant abuse she receives and tried to get away from him. Until one night;

1984 James:

It was a cool Friday night and I just had gotten off of work. After the break up with my now toxic ex-boyfriend, I’ve done everything in my power to get away from him. So much that I had ran to California from Florida to put as much distance between us as possible. From state to state, it seemed like he was just two steps behind me. Now, it’s been a year of silence, it terrifies me.

On that Friday night, I had just completed a 10 hour shift in a nursing gig I picked up straight out of college and I felt like I needed a break. I got in my 1980 chevy cavalier and drove to my apartment. It was a real piece of shit but it’s all I have at the moment, again; broke graduate over here. Once I got home, I changed out of my scrubs into an Anthrax t-shirt, dark blue jeans, a black leather jacket, a pair of combat boots, and rings (incase anyone tried anything) to go out to my favorite bar; Mr. Richie’s Tavern. Coolest non-hotspot in town (in my opinion) to get a drink and a quick bite. Mr. Richie and my dad have been best friends since I was in high school. If I’m having a ruff day, he’ll give me a Sam Adams on the house, real sweet guy.

I pull into the tavern parking and you could tell that it was pretty packed by the amount of cars that had to park on the street.

“What the fuck? It’s never busy like this.”

I said out loud in my car. I just really couldn’t believe my secret spot was out of the bag. I hop out of my cavalier and slam the door so it would lock. It was the only way it would ever since, him.

“Piece of shit car.”

I could barely get through the entrance because of the crowd of people huddled in the front. There was loud and heavy music playing near the back of the bar. It was a band I’ve never heard of: “Metallica”. “Hm. Sounds like the right name.”

They were honestly pretty badass from the few minutes I heard them. I shuffled my way to the bar, pushing and shoving just to get a damn seat. There, I saw the famous, bubbly Mr. Richie. He’s had one or two underground bands perform here, but this was like everybody knew them. Who are they?

“Hey, Rich.” I said.

“Sup’, Y/N/N. Aren’t they rockin’?!” Richie exclaimed.

“Fuck yeah they are! But who are they?” I asked over the roar of the solos.

“Oh! They’re Metallica!”

I rolled my eyes. “No shit, Rich, their band name is everywhere in the bar. I mean, what are their names, who are they?” I asked again.

“OHHH. Well, their rhythm guitarist/singer upfront with the blonde hair is James Hetfield. The guy to his right, that’s totally shredding, is the lead guitarist, Kirk Hammett, I heard he’s new. Then..you….he..”

I honestly wasn’t paying anymore after he said his name, James. Looking up at him, I saw the sweat glistening on his temples from playing in the heat of the bar. He didn’t even have his own band t-shirt on. He had a Motorhead shirt on. They way his fingers slide across the fret board made me feel like I was doing it with him. He sang with so much anger and rage, I loved it. I wanted to get to know them better, mostly their singer.

“Hey, Rich?”

“Yeah?”

“When are these guys done?” I was genuinely curious.

“I’d say in about 30 minutes, why?”

“Well, do you mind if I go with you to the back and meet them?”

“Not at all, Y/N/N. What can I get you to drink?”

“Margarita, you know, my usual please.”

“Comin’ up in two shakes.”

“Thanks, Rich.”

Man, if I don’t land a good impression with these guys, I’ll never let it go. Especially blondie over there. END OF PART 1!

A/N: Thank you so much for reading my first fanfic! <3 Yes, Yes, I’m working on part 2 right now and it will be up shortly, feel free to ask me anything. I think after writing this series, I’m going to post what I will and won’t write. Again, thanks so much for reading and tell me what you want to heard and what I need to work on! If you liked it, pls like so I know I did an ok job :) That’s all from me! Have an awesome summer!

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thank you for the Jotaro content. i'll never say no to Jotaro content. do you have any Jotaro thoughts that are occupying your mind that you'd like to share during this category 4 event or is it just a bunch of vibrating in place and pointing at the man (bc I get it)?

god anon you get me so completley

sequence of jumbled jotaor thoughts it's not a steady line of thought im jsut fucking crazy also im not proofreading this

im thinking about how the first time jotaro smiles in the manga it's when he's holding a gun to his head

i think about how holly screamed. i think about how it's implied jotaro did this more than once because he knew his brains werent going to blow out in front of his mom he did this to show off star platinum's frightening abilities he wasnt trying to die....this time at least. but earlier? well

i think about how he was 17 when his entire world is flipped upside, when he truly meets his grandfather for the first time, when he understands why his mother is the way she is (dont get me started on this ohhh do not get me started on this). i thinka bout how he met his first friends got 50 precious days with them and then lost them. even the ones that lived. him and polnareff are a tragedy of "we could've been great" because, with their differences in circumstance and their individual forms of grieving, i honestly think they both resent the fact that the other lived and not someone else just as much as they resent that they themselves lived. survivor's guilt spilling over and being directed at the only other person who understands. it sucks. also he loses joseph cause after being without oxygen for that long he had brain damage (as evidence by how much he aged in the 10 years btwn diu and sdc as opposed to the 50 years between bt and sdc) and he just, broke i think from the guilt of getting his friends killed again (avdol and kakyoin particularly). i think jotaro was alone again in anew way and it RUINS THE REST OF HIS LIIIFE

i think about how jotaro was beginning to trust the others when boom, the second he tries to trust them in the final battle to do their own thing, they die. every time he isnt there people die. polnareff wouldve died if he wasn't there. jospeh would've died if he wasnt there. everyone else died cause he wasn't there. he literally WAS ON THE WAY TO GETTING BETTER TO LEARNIGN TO TRUST PEOPLE but it fell in at such a critical moment and had such dire conseqeunces and he couldnt he couldnt he couldnt and so he didnt and it culminates 23 years later when he's not enough by himself to save his daughter, he trades the world for her and he still couldnt do it because he tried to do it alone ough my GOD

i thinka bout how he loved the crusaders so much he was so vulnerable with them he showed off his underbelly so sevrely and then he's hurt and hurt and hurt and he becomes so consumed in his own hurt that he runs CIRCLES trying to find a way to make sure he has the power to never ever ever let it happen again and so he isolates and he does things alone and he doesnt train the world cause he has trouble seeing it as anything other than dio (but it's him too he couldve made it his own but he didnt and it led to not having enough of a girp on it to save his DAUGHTER when seconds were the most preicous thing in the world)

i think about how he loved them i think about how he did the stupid cigarette tricks with them about how they knew how to comfort him when he was acting erratically and scared how this implies that he's done that before how it means they saw and helped him through it and he communicated how they can help him through it HOW HE ASKS THEM TO HELP HIM i thin abuotu how the only time we see him trust his loved ones not just himself BUT HIS LVOED ONES to someone else is in stardust crusaders and then it's gone and he never does it again i think about how losing the crusaders made him so grief stricken that he essentially signs his death warrant like he had gone past the event horizon but couldnt fall in just yet it was done it was done he was done

i think about how he killed people and he was so scared and he had blood on his hands i think about how he's teeth and nails and fists and it manifests in star platinum's offensive abilities i think about how he is so scared and he is so desperate and he loves so, so, so much, he tries to punch to distract the fact his heart is on his sleeve

i think about how uncomfortable he msut be with knives or anything sharp after everything i think about how he needs pressure but if something is too tight on his chest he'll hyperventilate i think about how he can't look at clocks and he can't look at his own stand and he can't look at himself i think he must hate the color yellow (his daughter has blond streaks in her hair, it must be some sort of joke)

i think about his relationships with people and how they both save and damn him simultaneously i think about how the relationships he has post part 3 give him some solace while he's marching toward his own deathbed and his refusal to deviate form that path means the relationships get strained and ripped and a chunk of his heart falls away every time it happens he is bleeding so so much so to speakby the time he even makes it to pucci it's no wonder he barely put up a fight it must have been a mercy (it was until it meant his daughter had no one left to be a shield for her)

i tink im drying. dying.

#dying #cass cries #like literally #jja #jjba

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ntoraplayschoices · 2 years

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Movie with Dan

Author's note: This contains like small spoilers for episode 10 if someone hasn't played it yet,but I'd still advice you to play it and then come back to this if you want to,because it's just incredible when you go in knowing absolutely nothing :D

I just thought it'd be a cool idea to write this and so here we are.MC is gender neutral and their relationship with Dan could be platonic or romantic-it's up to you! However there are parts where it's implied Dan may have feelings for the MC!

As you can tell my title skill set hasn't improved :')

I'd also like to thank you for your kind words for what I wrote before!Those words motivated me to write this one!So thank you very much,they mean very much to me! :D

I hope you enjoy! :D

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A month or so after everything happened you managed to put all your responsibilities on hold in order to visit Duskwood.Besides,there were also things you absolutely had to get to there anyways.

Alan wanted to see you and talk to you about everything up close and you wanted to finally meet your friends,to talk to them face to face and not through a screen.

The first days there had been anything but calm.Soon enough you realised just how famous you were in Duskwood.You could barely find a moment of peace!So many people wanted to ask you questions on what happened,on what your relationship was like with the others-some hadn't even caught up to speed and insisted on calling you the culprit ,along with some other things.

It just had been too much too soon and you weren't ready for something like this.Thankfully for you,Dan brought up his former proposal of you watching a movie together.You were more than happy to spend a calm evening with Dan and no strangers asking you what your involvement is with Hannah's case or how you 'managed to get away'.

You had agreed to meet up with Dan at his house.It would just be easier-you'd have privacy and it'd be easier for Dan.You wanted to help him feel more comfortable any way you could and you were glad he wanted to do the same for you.

As you rode the elevator towards his apartment you found yourself chuckling quietly.Who would have thought that after all this,you'd be here-riding the elevator to Dan's apartment with treats in your hands-?You chose not to buy alcohol,hoping it would somehow help Dan a little.If someone told you this would happen a month ago,you would have laughed.But now here you were.And honestly?You wouldn't want to be somewhere else.

You knocked on the door and soon enough you heard some movement followed by a loud sound and some somewhat loud cussing.You chuckled,the skin around your eyes wrinkling.

A few seconds later,the door opened and you were greeted with the man himself."MC!Come on in,come on in," he quickly moved to the side,much more comfortably than you've seen him do before.You grinned at him and did so,taking your shoes off and leaving them by the door.

"Ohhh,I see you come bearing gifts?"he smirked at you with an eyebrow raised.You chuckled and handed him the plastic bag."Indeed I do.I hope it's stuff you like," you tried to be casual however you were a little nervous about what you had picked,you were worried Dan might not like something-or anything.

He whistled with wide eyes as he looked inside the bag."That's a lot honey.Thanks," you tried to ignore Dan's flirtatious antiques but a smile escaped you.He grinned up at you before leading you to the couch."Make yourself comfortable,I'll bring the drinks."

So much for not bringing any alcohol.

You sighed and took of your jacket,placing it at the edge of the couch.You smiled at the arrangements Dan had made-the wooden table in front of you was filled with snacks.Popcorn,chips,nuts-even jellybeans.Your heart warmed at the sweet gesture.

Dan's house looked much more organised than you thought.Even if a little messy,it was still organised.Your eyes fell on a big book on the ground.That must have been what Dan knocked down before.You quickly got up to place it back on the library but instead you stared at the title.

Hm.You didn't know Dan was into classic literature-or even reading in general.You placed it back on the shelf and made your way to the couch.Just as you sat down,Dan came in with two glasses and a bottle of wine .

"Everything okay?" he smirked at you.You nodded.

"Yeah,I just put the book back in its place,"you smiled and he nodded,now next to you.

"Well," he groaned as he stretched,putting the bottle and the glasses behind the bowls of snacks on the table.Instead,he grabbed the TV remote and opened up the movie you two had agreed to watch.

As you made yourself comfortable,you failed to notice Dan's hesitation.Once you noticed he wasn't moving you turned towards him with a frown.

"What's up?" it took him a few moments to reply,as only a small cough escaped him as he cleared his throat.

"Well,I was thinking that we could eat some dinner later.I know it's already late in the afternoon but snacks won't cut it,"he turned towards you,a hint of mischief in his eyes.You chuckled,surprised at his seemingly shy demeanor.

"Yeah sure.I don't think popcorn will cut it for me either,"you replied honestly and he grinned."Great!"

After he became more comfortable too and reassured you were ready,he started the movie.

Watching a movie with Dan was ten times better than you expected.He'd of course tease you when you happened to cover your eyes and you didn't lose an opportunity to do the same.You laughed so much your ribs hurt and tears fell from you eyes,basically more than you've laughed since this whole thing began.For those hours,you truly felt free,without a care in the world.You were weightless and the only one who mattered was Dan and what he'd say next to make you laugh.

The movie ended and you both found yourselves with smiles on your faces.You glanced at Dan."Pizza?" he shrugged but the grin on his face gave away he was more than alright with that.

After you ordered,Dan turned to you."Will you help me move all these?"he glanced at the half empty bowls on the table."Four hands are better than two," he continued and you chuckled,getting up to help.

"You didn't need much convincing,"he turned his wheelchair towards the kitchen with a smirk.You grabbed some bowls and handed him two,one one top of the other,only when he opened his palm towards you while chuckling.

"What can I say?I'm a kindhearted person," you smirked proudly before Dan snorted at your statement,while heading towards the kitchen."Yeah right," you could hear the smile in his voice.

Your mouth opened,feigning shock as you fought back the urge to smile again."Hey!" you slapped Dan's shoulder,with barely any strength yet he hissed dramatically while holding it."See?Ugh,you're so so cruel,MC," your laughs filled the house.

As soon as the pizza arrived,you and Dan devoured it-the snacks really didn't cut it."It's really good!" you commented with a full mouth,side glancing the man,who could barely understand you.However he nodded back eagerly,while stuffing another piece of pizza in his mouth.

Once you both finished eating,with minimal conversation exchanged between you,you leaned back to the couch,happy and with a full belly.

Dan moved to pour some wine,giving you the first glass.With a smile and a small bow,you accepted it,chuckling along with the man next to you.Soon enough he was leaning back to the couch,looking at you.

"You know hon,I've got a question,"he cleared his throat,momentarily glancing at his glass before looking at you once more."What did you think of me when we first met-online?" his question caught you off guard-your mouth open at the rim of the glass,ready to drink some wine yet frozen in place.You slowly started to smile before lowering your glass and openly laughing.

The man frowned,yet a small smile was on his face."Why are you laughing?" you smiled at him,making direct eye contact.You felt comfortable with Dan,something that surprised you a little considering that you met him personally a couple of weeks ago and that you met him online,but given what you had to go through together,it wasn't that shocking.So,you were honest with him.

"Just surprised me that's all-" you smiled at him again and chuckled,"-Really didn't like you.Like,besides thinking you were suspicious,I reaaally disliked you," you smirked at him teasingly,and he hissed.You were sure it was a joke but for a second you wondered how much of it was,Dan seemed genuinely regretful.

"Buuut-" you dragged on,enjoying the way he looked up at you expectedly,"-After that conversation we had at the Black Swan,you..." you trailed off,struggling to find the right words."You seemed more...human to me?"you looked at him with a frown,as if asking him if that's what you meant.He chuckled a little bit but stopped himself before he said something.

"More approachable,I guess.After you were that vulnerable with me I couldn't help but open up and be a bit nicer to you," you shrugged and sipped your wine.You saw him look away from you and smile faintly,not a teasing smile but a sweet one."What about you?" you asked,licking your lips to ensure you hadn't stained yourself with wine.

He looked up at you shocked,his eyes wide."You have to ask that?I hated your guts!" you burst out in laugher,taken aback by his brutal honesty yet not surprised by his words.He didn't really hide it.

"You were suspicious and I also thought the idea to message you was utter bullshit,but-" he shrugged,as if deeply offended,"who listens to me?" you laughed and he smirked,taking a sip of the wine.

"When did you start to like me?" you turned to your side more,now directly looking at Dan,who seemed slightly flustered by the question,"Uh,I..." he trailed off,looking away from you for a few seconds.

"Cat got your tongue?" you enjoyed teasing and messing with him,his reaction was always precious.Nothing could shock this man more than affectiom,even if it is implied.

He glared at you playfully,before answering."I suppose it was around the black swan incident too.Honestly,I just messaged you cause I was bored and," he hesitated for a second.

"And cause it seemed easier to talk to you.You were the perfect person you know?A stranger that didn't know me or my problems,"he smirked before completing his sentence,"Plus,you were like,always online.Did you even do anything else?" he winked at you once he saw your open mouth and your wide eyes.Soon enough you chuckled and he followed.

"You know,you really became softer after that.I could see you wanted to help with the investigation even if you didn't agree with it.You also..." you trailed off,not certain how to word your thought.Dan was circling the rim of the glass with his index finger absentmindedly,waiting for you to continue.

"You were also really brave,"you finished with a smile.

Dan looked at you confused.

"You know,what you had to deal with was difficult.And for the most part you were alone,"you looked at him softly,sympathy in your eyes.Dan seemed to gulp,his back straightened and he looked at you surprised.He opened his mouth to say something, probably joke about the male nurses at the hospital again but you interrupted him.

"You're a good friend Dan.I'm sure they all appreciate you.I do,"you smiled at him again,feeling nervous when you saw his eyes shine with tears.

"You tried so hard.You did good,"you nodded at him,feeling emotional yourself.He looked to the side avoiding eye contact.After a second he placed his glass on the table and muttered "Come here," while pulling you in for a hug.You ignored how sloppy it was and placed your glass on the table before moving closer to him.

You wrapped your arms around him.Dan was shaking,taking short breaths in.You shut your eyes tightly,wondering if you should have stayed silent.You heard low sobs and cries,so you held him closer to you.You felt tears spill from your own eyes as your shoulder became wetter and wetter by Dan's tears.

You run your arms up and down his back to comfort him,and he pulled you in closer.After a while,you heard him calm down and sniffle.He slowly moved away from you,rubbing his nose with the back of his hands.

He took a napkin from the table."Fuck,I didn't expect to cry today,"he chuckled,his voice sound deeper with his blocked nose.He started blowing his nose,turning away from you.You put a hand on his back,running it up and down."Are you feeling better?" you asked softly.

He chuckled again, "I fucking cried the Niagara falls,pretty sure anyone feels good after that,"you decided not to push further and just laugh at Dan's joke.He didn't seem to want to talk about it more tonight.

After a while,he looked at you breaking the silence."You...I appreciate you too MC.I'm sorry that I was rude to you,"he smiled and gently punched your arm,"You're pretty cool."You rubbed the part he punched unconsciously.

"Yeah,yeah thank you Dan,"you smirked at him and he nodded with a smile."I'm gonna bring some water,"he stated before grabbing his wheelchair."Do you want me to get it for you?I want some anyways,"you offered and he shook his head.

"No thank you,"he said matter of factly and sat on his wheelchair,heading towards the kitchen. Soon,he returned with a small tray and two glasses.You chuckled at the pattern of the tray.

"Flowers?"you snorted,taking the glass.Dan glanced at you,"Yeah what about it?" you raised your hands in defense-raising the glass too- before replying."Nothing.You like them?" you drank some water and placed it on the table next to the wine bottle.

He shrugged,yet his eyes looked around the room awkwardly."No particular feelings towards flowers," you shrugged and looked at him smirking."That's not what I know,"you relished his surprise.

"What do you mean?"he asked eagerly yet carefully.You smirked even more "You know what I mean,"he groaned and you laughed loudly at the way he reacted.

"Who told you?"he asked you.You shrugged carelessly."Ah,can't tell."He squinted his eyes at you before throwing a pillow at you.You squealed surprised."Hey!"You grabbed one from your side and threw it at him.Soon enough,the mood was as playful as before with you two bickering and throwing pillows at one another.

"Ooof,it's pretty late,"Dan said after glancing at his watch after you had calmed down again."What time is it?" he glanced at you,"Three am."You winced.You had to get home but at this hour?Plus,you had consumed alcohol."Can I stay over tonight?I know it's not what we planned and I don't want to inconvenience you but-" he moved his hand dismissively.

"I was gonna ask the same thing hon,it's too late and you've drunk," you smiled at Dan's thoughtfulness."Do you need to change?I can give you some of my clothes,"he asked.You considered it but your clothes were casual and loose so you shook your head."No,that's alright.Thanks Dan," he grinned and nodded.

After you got settled on the couch,and bid Dan goodnight,you laid content.After all that had happened,you were more than happy to be here,with Dan.

#duskwood #duskwood episode 10 #duskwood dan #duskwood mc #duskwood dan x mc #duskwood fanfic #duskwood fanfiction #dan deserves hugs

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marmutgembil · 7 months

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Moving out, and lots of hugs (of goodbye ones and hello ones)

(this was originally written on August 30, but I forgot to post it)

Life currently, more or less, according to plan and one by one, my wishes slowly manifest into life.

I felt it in my guts that I will be (finally) in Bali around August or the most late is September, even though I still write in my daily manifestation about how I will found a new job at Bali in July, but my intuation said it's not that soon, but still not gonna be so later.

And I was right! I got a new job offer on some middle-up tier agency, where I would learn A LOT of new things, which is very exciting and I am giddy just thinking about it. (With better pay too!).

But I am not gonna writing about the new job—yet—but rather, on how I thought that this is gonna be another moving out to new city, since I do move out every year, since I was 19.

It is not the same.

Everything changing.

My home base, Bekasi, won't be my homebase soon. No longer would be the city I would reply everytime someone ask where I come from.

The realization that last weekend, is the last final time I lived in my own home in Bekasi, before my parents move to their retirement house.

I reminded myself that no matter how living in Bali near my partner is the ideal, I should live in the moment and savoring every seconds my own live too, like appreciating Bekasi home while it last.

I love our small garden and the old tree that has been there 10 years ago we moved there, undisturbed, despite it doesn't even grow fruits properly for years.

Or the ghosts of other plants that tried so hard to thrive, but alas, none of us has the warm hands to make them grow.

The memories of my guinea pigs that running around, both in the front or back garden, all of them happily munched on the fresh grass that no on bothered to keep it short, ended up being being feasted on by generations of guinea pig pets we had.

There's no part of the that house I dislike, except maybe the basement. But, even with all the ghost and some paranormal activity that sometime occured, the whole space fit perfectly for our needs. It has the right amount of bathrooms and bedrooms, the air flow and how it always feels cooler than the outside, even without turning on the fan.

And then—My sister asked, is this gonna be the last time my title at home is a mere daughter and sister? Soon, whenever I come home, it would be with my husband. How do you react with such question?

Change is the only constant, the only constant is change.

I said a big amount of goodbyes, hugs a lot and took so many pics, and it only means the people I love and that loves me grow bigger, something I was surprised I have, but definitely not complaining at all!

The promises of visitings, the thoughts of invites and coming to the future weddings, the promises to meet up again in the future whenever it's available, I would say those are the things that keep me wanting to continune this life.

And of course, mandatory coffee with my bestfriend of 13 years now.

We had some falling out, periods of us not speaking, small arguments and disagreement, us not agreeing each other's boyfriends, silent judging but still being supportives.

Honestly, I am worried about her, because she never left our town, and still trying to finish her degree. But at the same time, I also feels assured, because no matter I moved out to different cities and job hopping, she is always there, unmoving and unchanging, like your favourite mole.

I gonna miss her a lot.

But then, I've been only here for like, 4 days, but every morning now I feel so at ease. The weights that was always looming over me everyday, is now gone. I breathe easier, no more suffocated, fall asleep far more easier.

He is now no longer ouf of my reach, I can touch, hug, kiss whenever I want to, and I'd be lying if I am not over the clouds right now. Really. The weights I carry is vanished. Is this how everyone that's not in LDR relationship feels? Damn.

But at the same time, I am afraid that this is a temporary happiness, where I am way too happy, something dark will take turns.

The lack of never ending same ruko buildings also helps me a lot. On God, the live of Squidward in Squidward village really not for me, a nature girlie. The lack of green space that hasn't been commercialized, someone should be in jail for that.

I can't wait to see how much growth I would have later!

I watched a Tiktok, where someone said: You can choose any city, but ultimately, it is the city itself chooses you. You can moving in, but if the city doesn't choose you, sooner or later you'll be moving back anyways.

And that is not wrong at all! I am so grateful of my decision to be brave, moving out to different city each year, because all those experience really shaped me as a person, and have interesting back story to tell.

Can't wait to fullfill this era of more adventures too!

#curhat #writing

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survey--s · 7 months

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642.

What is the color of the last towel you used? Like a sea green type colour.

Are you listening to music right now? If so, whatcha listening to? The Winner Takes it All by Meryl Streep.

Would you rather have a hippo or rhino dropped on you? I mean, I'd be dead either way lol.

Do you walk a lot? I mean, it's my job to walk dogs so yes, lol. I'm normally walking for 4-5 hours a day (during the week, anyway). Weekends are much lazier.

If you’re still in school, what number is your locker? What color is it? I haven't been in school for over a decade lol. My locker was dark blue, though I don't remember the number.

Do you have any super silly nicknames? Yep.

Have you ever heard of the Japanese snack Yan Yan? Nope. You can't really get many Japanese snacks here which is a shame as they all look amazing, haha.

Do you watch sports? Which ones, if any? Not really. Sometimes I watch Wimbledon but that's about it.

Do you enjoy the great outdoors? I do as long as the weather is good. I'm not one of those people who will go out in all weathers just to get outside, lol.

Do you like cream soda? No, it's too sweet and leaves a funny aftertaste.

Is there anyone who hates you? Probably.

What color is your cell phone? Blue and black. How does your hair look right now? It's just tied up in a messy bun.

Are you on any medications? No.

What is the last piece of mail you received? How about e-mail? Mail was some photos I ordered for work, and e-mail-wise, it was just a confirmation that my order of cat litter had been sent out, lol.

Who is your 15th contact in your phone? I have no idea, my phone is on the side charging.

Name something you like about school. Leaving at the end of the day.

Do you eat meat, or are you a vegetarian? I eat meat.

Have you ever cried in front of a teacher? Yes.

Have you ever cried BECAUSE of a teacher? Yes, that too.

Do you do a :) or a (:? Both ways, depending on my mood. Normally :) though.

Do you have a facebook? Do you go on it often, if you do? Yes, and daily.

What is the closest gas station to you? There's one about a quarter of a mile up the road.

Who did you last see in concert? I don't remember, honestly.

What grade are you in? I left school 16 years ago.

Granny smith or delicious red apples? The only apples I really like are Pink Ladies but even then I don't really eat them very much.

If you could meet one famous person, who would it be? How come? Neil Gaiman, just because he's awesome.

Are paper clips fun to play with? They were when I was a kid, sure.

Can you speak any other language? French and some German.

Do you prefer mechanical pencils or regular pencils? Regular ones.

Do you have a job? What’s your job? Yeah, I run my own pet care business.

Do you take advil, tylenol, or ibuprofen? Ibuprofen or paracetamol.

Why is the sky blue? Oh, I really can't be bothered to look that up lol.

Do you enjoy classic rock? If I'm in the right mood, sure.

Have you ever heard of the band Citizen Cope? If not, look them up, they’re really good. I have but I've never heard their music and I'm not going to look it up now.

Is your alarm clock set right now? No, but it will be before I go to bed.

What kind of music do you listen to the most? It depends - lately it's been country.

Are you itchy right now? No. Oh, actually, I am now you've mentioned it lol.

Do you like pine trees, or do think the sap is too annoying? I mean, they're nice enough - they do smell nice.

Mountains or beach? I'm lucky enough to have both within five minutes of my house.

What is the closest purple object to you? A jumper.

Are your walls blank or covered with pictures/posters? They're mostly blank but there are a couple of paintings up.

Have you ever tried veggie burgers? Yeah, loads of times.

Do you have anything on your wrists? Nope.

Where do you see yourself in 10 years? I don't really think that far in advance.

Do you have a mirror in the room you are in? Yeah, there's one above the dresser.

Have you ever had corn nuts? I have no idea what those are.

Do you smoke? I don’t.

#survey #surveys

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fueledbyapplepi · 3 years

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I love your writing it's so good!!! Could I have reader having a crush on the boys and giving them a kiss while they think the boys are asleep and confessing their love to them with mikey, chifuyu and the haitani brothers? Im just so soft for those boys!!!

Sleep Tight | Mikey, Chifuyu, Ran, and Rindou

- Confessing to the boys while they're (not really) asleep

genre: 🌸 fluff 🌸

warnings: minor cussing

A/N: Thank you, anon! I really got into writing this one ( ◜‿◝ )♡ Also, I honestly think I need to come up with better titles because it sounds like a word vomit to me LMAO Anyway, I hope you enjoy this!

Mikey (Sano Manjiro)

Life would be nice if you had someone by your side who felt the same way about you.

You already have Mikey by your side, making every day much easier to get by. But does he feel the same way with you?

You practically grew up together with Mikey. Being neighbors with the man, you often come by to play with them as kids- leading to a blooming friendship. Although more often, it was you watching Mikey train in his grandfather’s dojo, where he never fails to amaze you with his tricks. Sometimes, you’ll have sleepovers together with Emma and Mikey where you’ll watch movies with them. Only for Mikey to be sound asleep halfway through the movie.

Growing up, nothing has changed that much with that routine. The only thing that has changed is your growing feelings for Mikey.

You saw the ups and downs in his life. From the time he established Toman to losing Shinichiro, you were there to witness how he would build a castle from the rocks of his downfalls.

So it was no surprise that you find your heart beating much faster when he’s around.

Childish as he is, you can’t deny the fact that Mikey is charismatic, beautiful, and kind. But, you never had the chance to tell him what you feel. Because what if he never saw you the same way?

You looked at Mikey, who’s currently sitting by your side almost half asleep. His head swings from side to side as he struggles on whether he should watch the movie or not.

“Mikey, you always never get to finish our movie nights. You’re no fun.” Emma pouted at his brother as she turned off the television.

“Mhmm, not sleepy.” Mikey turned to look at you then at Emma before leaning on your shoulder. “Just a little.”

Your heart flutters from close contact. “Maybe he’s tired from one of Toman’s meetings.” You turned to look at Emma with a sorry face

Sighing, Emma stepped out of the room as she looked at you, “I’ll get us a blanket, wait here Y/N.”

Your face felt hot as you realized that you were left alone in the room with Mikey. Well, this isn’t unusual for you two but with the strong feelings you have for him, you just can’t help but blush.

You looked at Mikey, his eyelashes seemed a bit longer, making his eyes more beautiful. His lips, although chapped, pouted with the way he’s comfy with you.

“Mikey, can you stop being so pretty? It makes me want to kiss you,” you whispered, thinking that Mikey’s probably dozing off to dreamland.

Mikey opened out one of his eyes to take a peek at you. All the sleepiness vanishing from his body. Did he just hear you right? “Then kiss me, Y/N.”

“Heh? Mikey, you’re awake?” you felt embarrassment creeping into you. “Mikey...I...look, sorry. I-”

Your blabbering mouth was silenced with a peck on the lips. Mikey kissing all your worries away.

“I like you too, Y/N.” He smiled as he leaned closer to you. Your foreheads touching and nose brush against each other.

You felt like you’re on cloud nine. Is this real? Mikey likes you too?

Before you could say anything, the door opened with Emma looking at the two of you weirdly. “Hehhh, am I interrupting something?”

You and Mikey looked at Emma. An embarrassed look on both of your faces as if you were caught red-handed.

Now, there’s a lot of explaining to do.

Chifuyu Matsuno

No matter how many times you try, you always seem to lose.

But who won’t?

With Chifuyu’s angelic smile and kind eyes, your determination to admit your feelings for him always seems to waver. It’s just that your thoughts always fly out the window and anxiousness gets the best of you.

You’ve known Chifuyu for quite some time now. Baji, who’s your cousin, introduced him to you as Toman’s 1st Division Vice-Captain and most trusted partner. Of course, it was only natural for you to be wary of him. Baji might trust him, but he could be some sort of drug dealer or serial killer. Who knows?

You’re wrong though. The more time you spend with Chifuyu, the more you appreciate his presence. How can you not? He always lends you a helping hand whenever you need it. As cliche as it sounds, Chifuyu is like the knight and shining armor in your life.

And now here he is. Once again saving you from another horrible situation.

Chifuyu offered you a ride when he found you drenched from the rain in Shinagawa. Apparently, the weather wouldn’t be pleasant today but you forgot to read the weather forecast. Currently, he brought you to his home for the meantime as the rain wouldn’t be stopping until tomorrow.

“I’ll just text and let Baji-san know that you’ll be staying here.” Chifuyu handed you a blanket as he laid on his futon.

“Thank you, Chifuyu. But I swear it’s okay for me to sleep there. This is your bed anyway.” You said embarrassed.

Chifuyu yawned. Tiredness dropping from his eyes. “It’s alright, Y/N. I can’t let Baji-san’s pretty cousin sleep on the floor.” He smiled at you with a faint blush on his cheeks.

You laid on the bed silently. Blushing from his compliment. Did he just call you beautiful?

You looked at the ceiling for about a good minute before turning to Chifuyu. “Chifuyu-san, I-”

A soft sleeping figure cut you off. The light from the lamp outside reflected on his beautiful features.

You padded off your feet on the floor and sat right next to Chifuyu. Observing him, you notice that he looks prettier when he’s peaceful like this.

You hesitatingly brushed your fingers on his hair. While massaging it, you can’t help but feel overwhelmed by your emotions. “I like you, Chifuyu-san.” You smiled proudly at yourself as you finally got to admit your feelings even though he’s asleep.

However, you noticed that the sleeping figure in front of you stiffened and reddened from your statement. Eyes wide, you held a hand in your mouth.

“Chifuyu-san, are you awake?” You hoped that he wasn’t.

But apparently, he is. “I guess you caught me.” Chifuyu sat up and scratched his head as he smiled at you sheepishly. “That felt nice though.”

“I’m sorry!” You bowed your head, hair hiding your flustered state.

“I like it!” Chifuyu panicked. “I mean, no. I like it. But, I like you too, Y/N-san.”

You laughed. At the same time, feeling extremely happy from what you just had heard.

“I guess we have some explaining to do with Baji-san.” you teased him

“Mhmm. But,” he held your hand and put it into his hair. “Would you continue that?” Chifuyu smiled.

“Of course.” You smiled at him, continuing your hair massages.

Looks like you won this time.

Ran Haitani

You’re no medical expert. The only knowledge you got was based on textbooks and first aid knowledge.

Yet somehow, Ran would always come knocking on your door whenever he has cuts or injuries. Sometimes, even without one, he would come by at your place and complain that his body is painful.

And it’s one of those nights again as you hear a soft knock on the door.

Moving to Roppongi, you were warned about the Haitani brothers. How you must stay away from them because they’re just no good. However, you somehow managed to come across the elder Haitani while you were shopping at a local store when he asked you what hair dye he should use.

This little interaction moved from one way to the other and now, ever since Ran found out where you live, he always comes by to let you heal his “injuries”.

You’re not complaining though. Despite the rumors and warnings, Ran was much more different from what other people say. He may be cocky and teasing, but the beautiful man sure is nice when it comes to you.

Causing you to develop a little crush on him.

You opened the door as you welcomed Ran. “Now, what do we have for tonight?”

Ran stepped in as he walked towards the couch. Laying as if he lives around here. “I got a bump on my forehead.” He pointed out as he pouted at you.

“You have Rindou! And you call yourself notorious but you come here whining like a baby.” you rolled your eyes as you got in the kitchen getting an ice pack for the man.

“Here.” You handed out the ice pack as you stood up in front of him.

“No.” Ran rolled his eyes. “Kiss it, Y/N.” he pouted once again.

“You’re not a baby, Ran. Tch.” you sighed as you sat across him. “Take a nap here and I’ll cook for you when you wake up.”

“Now, wifey material aren’t we.” Ran teased as he closed his eyes. Holding the ice packet against his forehead.

About a good 10 minutes have passed and you never heard another bicker from Ran. As you look at him, the man seems to be sleeping like a log.

You crouched down near him. Observing his features. You must say, he’s quite beautiful and more attractive when less chaotic.

“You’re such a big baby.” Thinking that he’s asleep, you kissed the small bump on his forehead.

As you got up to prepare his late dinner, a hand clutched yours.

You felt your body freeze for a moment as you turned around and saw a bastard smiling cockily.

“Do it again, Y/N.” Ran grinned at you as he held on tighter on your hand. “I’m a big baby but your baby.”

“Let me go!.” your face was beat red as you tried to yank off your hands. Only failing as Ran grabbed your arms causing you to fall on top of him.

“I like you, Y/N” Ran hugged you tightly while you were a blushing mess on top of him. “So let's just stay like this for a while.”

And you did.

Being with Ran isn’t so bad after all.

Rindou Haitani

If there’s one thing you’re proud of, it’s the skill you have for coloring people’s hair.

You like dyeing your hair, your friend’s hair, your cousins, and to just anyone who asks for your help. So it was no surprise when Rindou asked you to help him in doing his highlights.

Of course you can’t say no. Not because he is a Haitani but because you actually like his presence. When you’re around him, everything seems more calm and peaceful.

Despite being a menace around Roppongi, you and Rindou are actually good friends. You’ve known each other when he saved your ass around a group of guys who tried to harass you. And although he was stoic to you at first, he was able to ease up to you because of your caring nature.

After all, you recognized him as Rindou Haitani and not “Ran’s younger brother”. And he appreciated you for it.

So now here you are in their living room. Currently finished in dyeing Rindou’s hair.

“And there you have it. We just have to wait for an hour or so before washing it.” You tidied all the mess up as Ran sat and observed you. “By the way, why won’t you let me dye Ran’s hair?”

He raised an eyebrow upon your question. “Because he can’t have you.” Your eyes widened from his statement. Rindou, realizing what he just said, covered it up with an excuse. “I mean, I want him to dye his own hair and let it look shit. If he wants someone to dye his hair properly, he can go to the salon.”

You laughed at his statement. Well, he can actually crack up jokes once in a while if he loosens up his strict facade. “Oh Rindou, we also need to buy an extra conditioner.”

You looked up and saw the man with closed eyes. Deciding that you don’t want to disturb his sleep, you sat quietly beside him and observed him.

Rindou is already handsome with his glasses. But you realized that he looks much cuter without one.

He just looks good in anything.

You traced the bridge of his nose as you admired his features. “You know what? I actually might have feelings for you.” you muttered softly as you smiled.

“Let’s go out on a date then.” Rindou opened his eyes as he looked at you. Your lips a few inches away from his.

“Rindou!!!” You sat up straight. “I thought you were-”

“Asleep? Well I’m not.” he smiled at you as reached out for your hand. “But I meant it Y/N. I like you, and I want us to go on a date.” Rindou looked at you, hoping for an immediate response.

He does like you. After all, you were the only person who he was able to open up to other than Ran.

“Okay.” You smiled as you brushed your thumb at the top of his hand.

Rindou caressed your cheeks. Leaning in and going for a kiss.

“Ohh. Can I join?” a teasing voice butted in. Causing you two to look at the tall man who’s leaning in the doorframe. “I mean can I join Y/N’s dye party? Just continue that later.”

“Ran, get out!” Rindou shouted as he pointed at the door to his brother.

Well, things quickly escalated with the brothers.

As well as your relationship with Rindou.

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angelic-guardienne · 2 years

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Hashira + Holding Hands Headcanons

Content: fem!reader, hand holding of course, nothing else really, I tried my best to keep it spoiler-free for my anime-only folk

Word Count: 1,859 words

A/N: Honestly, making the headers that you see in this post was FUCKING miserable. 0/10 would never do it again, everyone who does this kind of thing is way more skilled than me and has way more time than me. And to think... a different header for every fic... I'll just pass away quietly. These headcanons have been finished for a while, but I wanted to format like all the blogs do nowadays, and it cost me sooooo much time between editing and posting. Luckily I only have to make these things once, so...

Anyway, inspired by Gyomei and his large hands.

Tengen Uzui 🔊

with the recent animation of the entertainment district arc, we've seen Tengen interact with his wives, and maybe it was the battle, maybe it was bc there were children around, but he didn't seem into initiating PDA

(he's physically affectionate, judging by his interactions with Hinatsuru, but maybe just not into PDA? despite the flamboyance and flashiness? gut feelings only)

I feel like he's more the type to offer you his arm when you guys are out on a date together or walking somewhere.

something something chivalry, something about you clinging to his arm while he guides you forward is just…. chef's kiss for him

Pro Tip: lean your head against his bicep and look up at him when he talks. Tengen is not a blushy man but that will make him blush

He'll hold your hand if you initiate it, but imo he's not much of a hand holder

he doesn't mind if you hold his hand in front of other people (other Hashira included) but he prefers to show that you're together in more subtle ways

i mean… if you can call all the jewelry and fine silks he buys you "subtle"

Kyojuro Rengoku 🔥

god, does he ever LET GO?? sweaty palms all around 😭

very into PDA. he wants everyone to know that you're his, and not in a possessive way, more like a "Look at my partner!!! Aren't they amazing!!!" way

holds your hand while y'all are walking. while y'all are in hashira meetings. to and from training. even just sitting around the estate… he wants to hold your hand

he just really likes the feel of your hand in his

he can sense your presence, yes, but having you there, FEELING you there is top tier for him

he would probably want to hold you all the time but he knows his body runs warm so he settles for hand holding

I feel like he's a very fast walker, so when he's holding your hand he slows down to match your stride so he's not literally pulling you along

if he has to wash his hands for something, he wants you to wash your hands too so y'all can link pinkies

Sanemi Shinazugawa 💨

he wants to hold your hand. trust me, he does. but he'll keel over before he asks and he definitely won't do it in front of anyone else

he loves that type of small affection, just a little contact to know that you're there and still interested in him

but his first reaction is, unfortunately, to push away.

ask to hold his hand. he'll probably grumble and try to get away, but persist and he'll let you hold his hand. (one "please?" and maybe a pout are usually enough to get him to cave)

don't pull away before he's ready. you may be the one to initiate it but he has to be the one to end it.

since he won't ask directly for it, if you give him an inch, he will take a mile, and you'll probably hurt his feelings if you try to pull away early.

after a while, he'll tell you that you don't have to ask him to hold his hand. after another, even longer while, he might even ask to hold yours (in private)

he will say out loud that linking pinkies is pretty silly but he secretly thinks it's kinda cute

if y'all are walking together and you're walking too slow for him, he'll grab your hand to pull you along, but it's more of a "hurry your ass up" grip than really holding it, so… doesn't count

Mitsuri Kanroji 💕

she just loves holding your hand and being near you!! it makes her super happy!!

always tries to be a little mild about it so she doesn't scare you off, past trouble with suitors and all that.

but she always wants to hold your hand!! and once you give her the green light she's holding it like all the time

she's a very affectionate person, so PDA isn't an issue for her (though she will respect any boundaries you set)

if y'all are walking and holding hands, 90% of the time, she's pulling you wherever y'all are headed. she's just enthusiastic to be with you and forgets her own strength sometimes!!

i really believe she would swing your arms when holding your hand, if she's not tugging you along

her hands are probably warm all the time, so more sweaty palms, but she'll let go to air out

links pinkies during Hashira meetings bc she doesn't want to be disrespectful of Oyakata-sama

Obanai Iguro 🐍

I'm sorry to say but no, I don't think he would hold hands

it would take a long time for you to convince him that yes, you want him and only him and yes, he is worthy of your love and yes, he deserves to be loved

so physical affection… he's pretty skittish. it's the trauma babes

he's more the type to admire from afar so PDA is definitely off the table, especially around the other Hashira

Just be really gentle with him, please. I think it would just take a good while for him to warm up to the idea and be comfortable with it. Be patient

(Kaburamaru really likes you though, and once you and Obanai start dating, if you two are just relaxing and not doing anything important, he might come and sit on your shoulders)

the first time he holds your hand, y'all are walking back to his estate. he's been staring pretty hard at your hand for a while (to the point where you're wondering if he's listening to what you're saying) and then he just grabs it

when y'all get to the estate and begin to go your separate ways, he lets go and says nothing about it, but you might catch the blush that goes all the way out to his ears

Kaburamaru seems really happy

Muichiro Tokito ☁️

spacey boy. he will hold your hand if you grab his first, but that's probably as far as you'll get for a while

it's not that he doesn't care or that he doesn't want to, it just… slips his mind. literally that's it

his hands are calloused! not as bad as Tanjiro's, of course, but to become a Hashira in just two months… you just know he trains hard.

so his hands feel a bit rough in yours, but it's pleasant

if you ask if you can hold his hand, he doesn't answer verbally, just sticks his hand out and waits for you to grab it

will only hold your hand if y'all are sitting down. don't touch him while he's walking 🤚🏾

he just wants to get where he's going so he might even leave you in the dust if you can't keep pace

i just feel like his hands would always be a little cool. not cold, just cool.

unconsciously rubs his thumb against the back of your hand

doesn't care too much if you hold his hand in front of anyone else, he doesn't really care a whole lot about other people's opinions

probably just straight up asked Oyakata-sama if he could hold your hand during meetings and got an approval, so he holds your hand during Hashira meetings

Gyomei Himejima ⛰️

good luck trying to get him to let go of his prayer beads

kidding. he likes to hold your hand but is a little shy about asking, so pretty early on he'll tell you that you don't have to ask to hold his hand.

he will almost always say yes when you ask and he blushes a little when you hold it without asking first

he's got really big hands, so his like, completely envelop yours.

but he really likes the way y'all's hands fit together <3

his hands are somehow super soft??? very pleasant to hold

when you said "Oh, Gyomei, your hands are so much bigger than mine," and LITERALLY pushed y'all's palms together and "your fingers are so long," and everything, he didn't realize you were flirting with him

he goes "yes. i am a large person."

he'd probably think it was a lil weird till he mentions it in passing to the other Hashira and they all tell him that you were flirting with him

i feel like he wouldn't wanna hold hands during Hashira meetings, something along the lines of PDA being disrespectful in a formal setting

Shinobu Kocho 🦋

softest hands of all the Hashira. she has a secret lotion she made that she doesn't share with anyone (except you)

the first time she holds your hand she'll go "oh! your hands are so dry!" regardless of whether or not you routinely put on lotion and then she'll share her secret lotion with you

it's extra hydrating, she washes her hands a lot bc of her doctor/scientist stuff, so her hands would dry out really quickly

I feel like she wouldnt be super into holding hands all that often

working at the butterfly mansion, there is always something to do, so she prefers full freedom of movement

on the rare times that she's free, though, she'd love to hold your hand and go for a stroll

grabs your hand to lead you somewhere instead of just telling you to follow her

if y'all are sitting down on a grassy hill or on the rooftop or something, doing nothing really, she'll hold your hand

she likes to hold your hand when introducing you to people. PDA isn't too much of an issue as long as it's not in front of her patients or Oyakata-sama.

Giyuu Tomioka 🌊

sorry. good luck getting this man to hold your hand

he is so SHY, he really does want to hold it but doesn't know how to ask and doesn't want to inconvenience you

when he finally gets the guts to ask you, he mumbles it super quietly. if you ask him to repeat himself, he gets red and flees the scene

if you catch it and say yes and grab his hand, he gets red and hides his face from you with a small "thank you"

if you ask him to hold his hand, he will get red and contemplate fleeing the scene before he basically throws his hand at you

yes he gets red every time. yes he does that for a while. yes it's adorable. he just gets flustered so easily

actually he gets flustered so easily that you have to give him some sort of heads up before grabbing his hand or he will have a heart attack

PDA is a huge no from him, he doesn't want the other Hashira to tease him or dislike him for being what he feels is a bit unprofessional. he's also very shy, as i've said

ice cold goddamn hands. like what the hell. no matter what he does to warm them up, those hands stay cold. hellish

gives you a little squeeze when he grabs your hand and a little squeeze when he lets go

Tagging: @saturnsorbits (you're the only person I really feel comfortable tagging in my kny work as of right now, even though you've said you're new to the fandom!!)

#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny #writing #headcanons #okay here we go with all the hashira....#tengen uzui #gyomei himejima #kyojuro rengoku #sanemi shinazugawa #muichiro tokito #giyuu tomioka #shinobu kocho #obanai iguro #mitsuri kanroji #hashira

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handsomelyhiddleston · 3 years

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Sticky Notes - Tom Hiddleston x Reader

It all started on the set of Ragnarok. They hadn’t even started filming yet. Table reads, choreography, costume fittings, set development…The cast, crew, and even Taika started finding little notes.

Some were specifically to certain people…

“Your laugh is contagious. Thank you for making this set so down to earth and inviting.” You slipped that into Taika’s (the director’s) fanny pack when he left it on his director’s chair.

“I know how hard you’ve been working on your fight choreography, and I just wanted to let you know you absolutely killed it today!” You left that stuck to Tessa’s (Valkyrie’s) water bottle.

Some you posted for everyone, like “I know that you all put such amazing effort and time into bringing this movie to life and I just want you all to know that it doesn’t go unnoticed.” That note was posted above a table full of ‘easy to grab’ snacks you laid out such as protein bars, fruit snacks, pretzels, and dried fruit.

This continued well into filming. Everyone had tried to figure out who was leaving these little daily encouragements. It got to the point that Taika started calling you Casper, as in “Casper the Friendly Ghost.” Every day at the start of filming he would say. “Come on guys. Let’s make Casper proud.”

Everyone had a theory. Most thought that it was actually Taika just trying to keep morale up. Taika accused Tom but took it back after some comment about the notes not sounding very British.

Your job on set was to cast extras. While you were present daily, you honestly only had to meet with Taika once or twice a day to make sure the next day’s cast extras were ready. You two fell into an easy rhythm working together and he started asking for your opinion on some other aspects of the set. One late afternoon, after an incredibly chaotic day of filming, Taika decided that he was going to scrap the entire scene and start it over.

He pulled out his phone and sent a text to you, Tom, and Chris. “Today can suck it. I’ve just watched the dailies, and something just isn’t right about that scene. Meet at mine in 30 so we can get ahead of it.” A few seconds later he added, “And for the love of God, someone bring some tequila.”

You laughed at his text, jogging to the trailer you shared with the other casting director. You changed into a pair of shorts and a baggy t-shirt and grabbed your keys and wallet. You jumped in your car so you could make a quick trip to the Starbucks down the street since it appeared it was going to be a long night.

“One Venti iced coffee with milk and 1 sugar, one Grande Americano hot with cream and 2 sugars, one Venti hot latte with vanilla, and one Venti hot water with two earl gray tea bags and four sugars on the side. Can I also get one of the small kid’s milk boxes?” You heard the barista repeat your order back and pulled forward and paid.

When you got to Taika’s trailer, Tom and Chris were already there.

“Oh, bless you” Taika thanked you, taking the Latte from you.

“You’re the best” Chris said, taking the lid off of the Americano so it would cool off a bit.

“Tom, I grabbed you tea.” You handed him the hot water and two tea bags, setting the sugars and milk next to him so he could make it to his liking.

“You’re too kind” Tom graciously took the hot water from you, noting that you grabbed his favorite kind of tea.

In Taika’s trailer there was a table with a bench on each side. Chris and Tom were sat on one side, leaving a space for you to sit next to Taika.

“Anyone grab the tequila?” you laughed, dropping your keys and wallet on Taika’s counter and sitting at the table with your iced coffee.

Taika grabbed the bottle and sat it down in front of you. “You’re already two swigs behind, love.”

“Bullshit” you laughed. “Prove it. Where are the shot glasses?”

“I said swigs, not shots” Taika smirked. “We don’t have shot glasses.”

“Look at how much is missing from that bottle. I just bought it.” Hemsworth backed Taika up.

You looked at Tom, knowing he would be honest with you.

“Hey, you trust Tom more than me?” Taika pretended to be offended.

“Tom always looks out for everybody. I don’t think he’d let me get two shots drunker than you fools.” You teased Taika, poking his side and sticking your tongue out at him.

“Watch” Taika said, putting his arm around your shoulders and looking towards Tom. “How many swigs did we all take?”

Tom laughed, “I’m sorry darling, but he’s telling you the truth.”

“Fine, fine.” You opened the bottle and took three swigs, handing it to Taika. “Catch up, then.”

Tom started thinking about the compliment you had given him as he took his third swig of Tequila. He felt flattered that you felt that way, but it also reminded him of one of the notes he had found stuck to his trailer door.

“Okay, we need to re-block this whole scene. It just did not translate from script to screen…” The four of you worked on a few line changes and mapped out a better way to execute the scene for over two hours.

There was a bit of dialogue that Taika felt was getting lost that he really just didn’t want to let go of. “We may just have to mess with this tomorrow while we’re filming.”

“Or you could have Loki say it instead of Thor.” You suggested.

“Could do.” You could tell that Taika was thinking it over.

“Here you have Thor immediately going into another hard-hitting line” you explained. “If that line comes from Loki, it makes it less likely to get lost.”

“I think that will fix this problem too” Chris started underlining other parts of the dialogue.

“What do you think?” Taika looked at Tom.

“I mean, I personally think Loki has already evolved enough at that point in the script that it suits him quite nicely.” Tom explained in a way only Tom can explain.

“I agree” you said. “You guys make Loki grow quite a bit in this film and as usual, Tom is hitting it out of the park. I’m 100% confident he will have conveyed that message to the audience by this point.”

“Thank you for your vote of confidence.” Again, Tom was flattered. However, he was growing more and more suspicious that you were Casper.

“Always” you replied, smiling at Tom as you finished your coffee.

“Let me type this up and we can table read it.” Taika grabbed the papers and went to the other side of the trailer where his computer was set up.

“While you do that, I’m going to steal your restroom for a moment.” Chris stood, throwing his empty coffee cup away and closing the bathroom door. Chris joined Taika a moment later.

“Y/n?” Tom said, kind of quietly.

“What’s up?” Your elbows were resting on the table with your chin sat on your hands.

“Can I ask you something?” Tom didn’t want to bring it up in front of anyone. He didn’t want the notes to stop, but he had to know.

Tom looked a bit serious, but you didn’t know why. “Of course.”

“Are you…” He stopped, reaching his hand into his back pocket to retrieve his wallet. “Is this you?”

Your eyes went wide as Tom pulled a small stack of pink sticky notes out of his wallet, laying them down next to each other. There must have been 10 of them in total. You were touched that he actually kept them. Sometimes you felt silly leaving them for people not knowing if they appreciated them. You tried to play it off, laughing. “I thought those were from Taika?”

He pointed at one of them, reading it quietly. “I tried the tea you always drink. I don’t think it could ever replace my love of coffee, but I wanted you to know it pairs well with a good book.” He pointed to another note. “I know you paid for everyone to Uber home after our last night out. I just wanted to tell you I appreciate you. Thank you for always looking out for us.” You could feel his eyes on you as he moved his hand to a third note. “I envy your ability to capture a room. You’ve got an amazing knack for making those watching you feel whatever emotion you’re trying to convey.” When Tom’s hand moved to the fourth note, you heard Taika’s printer turn on.

“Put them away” you said, trying to stack them quickly. Chris started walking towards you and you grabbed the small stack you had gathered and put them in your pocket.

Tom put the rest back in his wallet. “What do you think?” he asked Taika about the changes he had made.

“I think tomorrow is going to be a lot fuckin’ better.” He passed the printed copies around after joining the two of you back at the table.

Tom’s line went over great, and the dialogue flowed much more smoothly. All of the other changes made the scene feel more natural. When Taika called it a night, Chris laid down on the couch refusing to go back to his own trailer.

“Can I walk you to yours?” Tom asked as you stepped out of Taika’s trailer.

The two of you walked back to your trailer in comfortable silence, tired and a little drunk. When you got to the door, you turned around and pulled the pink notes out of your pocket.

“Please don’t tell anyone?” You placed the notes in Tom’s hand.

“I didn’t plan on it” he replied, tucking them neatly back into his wallet.

“I feel silly now that someone knows it was me. Why did you keep them?” You had to ask. You assumed, at most, that people read them, smiled, and threw them away.

“Hmm…” Tom laughed humorlessly, his eyes focused on his wallet. “I think you’re doing a lot more than you realize when you leave your ‘silly’ little notes.”

His response caught you off guard. He almost sounded…sad? Serious?

“Y/n, I’ve had to work with actors and crew that have made filming a project miserable. Whether they were rude or critical or just an absolute diva, there is always someone to bring the room down.” He put his wallet away and looked you in the eyes. “I wish you knew how many of us have kept these notes. Taika has them in the glovebox of his car. The catwalk above the set is covered in notes you’ve left the crew. They’re stuck all over the mirrors in the make-up trailer so that the cast sees them first thing in the morning.”

Your eyes went wide. “What?”

Tom put his hands on each of your arms as if to ensure you were paying attention. “An encouraging word or a genuine compliment can change someone’s entire day, y/n. You have no way of knowing what life has dealt any of these people. They could be depressed or stressed out or wishing they hadn’t woken up that morning…and all of a sudden they receive a tiny bit of kindness from someone and it makes it that much easier to get through another day. Maybe even with a smile on their face.”

Tom wore a soft smile and even though you felt a bit overwhelmed, you couldn’t help but smile back. “Thank you for telling me that.” You moved towards him, pulling him into a tight hug.

“Please don’t forget it.” Tom pulled back a bit and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. “I hope you get a good night’s sleep.”

“You, too.” You watched Tom walk away before slipping into your shared trailer.

Over the next few weeks, Tom had left you multiple green sticky notes with compliments written on them.

“You looked stunning yesterday”

“Thank you for still being a good listener when I go on rants about things you couldn’t care less about”

“Taika was bragging about you to someone on the phone. I just wanted you to know. I know sometimes you hesitate to suggest your ideas, but you shouldn’t.”

“I appreciate how much time you spend making this a better set to work on.”

“You are an incredible friend.”

You’d find at least one note a day and for every note he left you, you’d leave one for him. The two of you got quite a bit closer after he found out about your secret. You’d spend breaks on set together and often times wound up back in Taika’s trailer with him and Chris. You cuddled and flirted and shared more than a few loving glances, but you never went any further. It felt like it was turning into something more, but Tom was such a gentleman you couldn’t tell.

The note you found this morning, however, completely caught you off guard. The filming was almost done and everyone’s time on set was almost over. You had just sat down next to the director’s chair and opened your laptop. There, stuck to the screen, was a green sticky note. “Darling, would you please be mine?”

You looked up at Tom on stage only to find him already looking at you. He lifted his brow and tilted his head, waiting for your response. You couldn’t help but smile as you nodded ‘yes’.

Taika looked between you, noticing the interaction and intentionally teasing you. “Oi, what’s this then?”

Tom turned, trying to hide his grin by talking to Chris. You closed your laptop to hide the sticky note.

“Nah, I saw you two. Don’t pretend like I’m crazy.” Taika was still looking back and forth between you and Tom.

“Maybe you’re still drunk from last night” you teased, putting your laptop in its bag so you could retrieve the note later.

“Oh, sure.” He dropped it, knowing he’d bring it up tonight when you all gathered in his trailer.

The rest of the filming flew by crazy fast. You and Tom had decided that you would go stay with him in New York until the press junkets and interviews started. When the premier rolled around, you two were already publicly dating so you got to escort him down the red carpet. It had been just over a year since the two of you had started dating.

As the credits for the film started rolling, you felt like you were walking down memory lane. So many people go into making movies of this scale and watching all of the names roll by, one by one, really puts that into perspective. You’d met almost all of these people and worked closely with quite a few of them. As the credits came to an end, you saw that Taika had added an extra credit.

The last few “SPECIAL THANKS” credits were in order as listed…

“The filmmakers acknowledge the assistance of the New Zealand Government’s Screen Production Grant”

“The filmmakers would like to acknowledge the Yugambeh and Bundjalung Peoples of Australia”

“The director would like to thank ‘Casper’, Ragnarok’s own personal friendly ghost”

It had been a year since you’d written one of those notes and it caught you off guard. Tom put his arm around your shoulders, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I told you.”

You and Tom mingled amongst your friends at the after party. Taika was flying. He was so happy with how it turned out and grateful for such a positive response. Everyone in the cast was telling stories from filming and catching up with their friends. By the time you two got back to your hotel room, you were blissfully tipsy and exhausted. You slipped out of your dress and threw on a baggy t-shirt before washing your face and getting ready for bed. When you left the bathroom, you saw Tom sitting on the edge of the bed in his pajamas with a soft, warm smile gracing his beautiful face. He was wearing his glasses and his hair was a mess and he could not have been more attractive if he tried.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, pulling you to stand between his legs.

“Pretty good. How about yourself?” you put your arms around his neck and pressed your lips to his.

“I think there’s only one thing that could make me happier in this moment.” He answered.

You thought he was being a bit cheeky, so you replied with, “oh, yeah? I wonder what that could be.”

Tom reached behind him on the bed and pulled out a small box with a worn, green sticky note on top of it. He didn’t say anything, letting you read it. It was the same note he had left stuck to your laptop screen. “Darling, would you please be mine?” Only now the word “forever” was written at the bottom.

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In Every Life

Request: Hello darling, could you write a fic with the 11th Doctor where the reader was in an established relationship with the 10th Doctor and after his regeneration is having a tough time accepting the new Doctor. Make it angsty but end it with fluff. Thank you!!

WC: 1.7K

A/N: I wrote a lot of this while my roommate was moving in and I was trying not to let her know I write fanfiction. Enjoy :) OH ALSO if you haven’t seen it yet and you’re interested, I’m starting a series for 10 and I would love to know if people are interested or if I’m just wasting my time on an idea lol

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It wasn’t him.

He wasn’t your Doctor. It was the Doctor but it wasn’t… it wasn’t your Doctor.

“You’re staring.” The Doctor doesn’t look up from the papers in front of him as he speaks. He doesn’t need to. He knows you’ve been staring at him since the two of you were left alone in this room together.

You straighten yourself in the chair, averting your eyes quickly. “Sorry.”

He looks up, just in time to see you wipe the scowl off your face and settle for a neutral look, one obviously meant to soothe the Doctors worry but he’s noticed the face you’ve been making since he had gotten his new face.

“Y/N.” His gentle voice earns a hum from you but you don’t meet his eyes. He tries again. “Y/N.”

“What is it?” You flip a file in your hand and the Doctor furrows his brows.

“I know somethings wrong with you.”

You raise a brow, biting the inside of your cheek. “There’s nothing wrong with me, Doctor.”

He huffs and rocks in his chair, studying you and trying to figure out what exactly is wrong. “Yes, there is, I can tell because you’re not even looking at me.”

You snap your file closed and meet his eyes and the Doctor feels the familiar look in them but it’s almost held back. Like you were holding yourself back. “Oh? Then how am I supposed to look at you, Doctor?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You’ve never used such a pointed tone with him. Only in times you were extremely mad at him, but he doesn’t think he’s done anything recently.

“I mean, Doctor,” you stand up and quickly start pacing, another habit of yours the doctor knows you do when you’re nervous. “Why didn’t you tell me about this!” You gesture to him, only increasing his confusion and concern. “About- About you regenerating!” You spit out the word laced with your own confusion.

It strikes the Doctor then why you’ve been acting differently since his regeneration. You didn’t know what was happening and suddenly, here he looks. “It never seemed to be of importance.” He answers honestly. He never liked regenerating and if he had it his way, he’d stay just like he was with you, forever.

“Importance?” You break his thoughts. “Importance! You died and got a new face but it never seemed to have been of importance, Doctor?”

To match your raised voice, the Doctor jumps to his feet, coming to stand in front of you to stop your pacing, just like he always does. “Yes!” He tells you and reaches out for your shoulders but you step back from him just enough to make him drop his hands. “And why do you keep saying my name like that?”

“Because!” You throw your hands up in the air before letting them fall to your sides. “This isn’t you! This isn’t the Doctor I knew; the Doctor I’ve loved! You’re a whole new person.” Your voice breaks and the Doctor wants to reach out and comfort you, to hold you and make you feel better but he knows at this moment, he’d break both of your hearts if he did.

“But I’m not. I’m still me, Y/N.” Against his better judgement, he does reach out for your hand and you let him take it. He holds on with all he’s got. “I’m still every bit the doctor that you fell in love with.”

“Just with a different face, yeah?” You look into his eyes. Green. Not the soft brown eyes that made you melt, but a glorious green. Your vision flickered up to his hair next. Instead of his spiky hair that seemed to go in every direction, it flopped down in front of his face in such a messy manner that it looked perfect. Then to the cheekbones, nose, mouth, chin, everything was different. “And a different personality? A different voice?” You gulp, finally tearing your hands free from him. “Different thoughts?”

“Y/N.” He chases after your hands when he loses them, but you don’t let him grab them.”

“Sure, you’re the Doctor, but how much of my Doctor is still in you. Or is he just… gone?”

The Doctor falls silent. He doesn’t know how he would answer you if he could. You were right, in a way. The Doctor you loved, the Doctor he was, was gone. And he didn’t quite know who he was yet, he was too early in his regeneration. All he truly knew is no amount of regenerating could change how he felt about you.

You stare at the Doctor, the new Doctor until you can’t ignore the screaming silence anymore. “I have to go.” You tell him before you turn to the door, hugging yourself tightly. You don’t throw a glance to the Doctor when you leave, just like you’ve always done. The Doctor stands there, watching and waiting until you were gone, leaving his heart shattered on the floor with yours.

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You needed space and the only place to do so in this building was the TARDIS, parked away in the basement. So there you were, leaning against the console with your arms crossed trying to think. It was quiet which only makes the thoughts in your head louder.

Amy stood in the door of the TARDIS, frowning slightly as she watches you. She didn’t mean to, but she overheard your and the Doctor’s fight. “I thought you’d be out here.” She makes her way to you, still wearing that understanding frown when you look at her, jumping at her presence.

Wiping away the tears that Amy hadn’t noticed fall on your cheeks, you try to smile. “Oh, sorry I was uh,” you glance around, trying to find something to make an excuse out of. Amy gives you a look and you know. “You heard all that, didn’t you?”

She nods, leaning against the console next to you and you rest your head on her shoulder, needing comfort. “He loves you, you know. The Doctor.” She leans her head on top of yours.

“Yeah.” You say softly. “Yeah, he always did.” He did, he truly did, but did this Doctor love you?

“And you love him back.” It sounds so simple when she says it.

“It’s not him, Amy.” You remind her. “He’s not my Doctor.”

“But he’s still the Doctor.” She wraps her arm around you and pulls you closer, trying to get you to understand. “The Doctor who you know deep down, you love. Whether he’s in tweed and a bow tie or not.” Her comment pulls a sly smile at your lips. You always did think bow ties were cool and he knew that. Was that why he chose it? Because of you? “He’s the same Doctor with the same memories, the same feelings. Especially for you. I’ll tell you, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man so in love than when he looks at you.”

Amy didn’t know the Doctor before his regeneration, everything she knows about how much the Doctor loves you came from this Doctor. The Doctor who is still very much in love with you. The Doctor you love as well.

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The Doctor hadn’t moved from his chair since you left, he’s only spun around in it about a million times trying to figure out what he should do. He couldn’t lose you because he regenerated, after hundreds of years, he only just found you, he couldn’t lose you. But he knew the truth, being with a Time Lord was never easy.

“I need to know the truth.” Your voice calls out to him and he snaps his head to the doorway to see you. He stays still, not wanting you to run off again.

“The truth?” He whispers.

You nod, slowly taking the seat next to him, but keeping a great distance between the two of you. “You’re the Doctor.” You say needlessly and his lips turn up softly when he nods. “Are you…” you stop yourself, clearing your throat, “You’re my Doctor.”

“Yes.” He breathes out, stopping himself from reaching forward for your hand. “Your Doctor.” He emphasizes and you nod once again, trying to really believe him.

“But how do I know that?” Your voice breaks and the Doctor rolls his chair close to you, slotting your legs between his as he cups your cheek. You don’t pull away from him, instead you lean into his touch.

“On every planet, in every galaxy, in every life, for all of time, I love you.” He whispers and your teary eyes snap to his gorgeous green ones.

“You’re not tired of me yet, are you?” A smile spreads on the Doctor’s lips as you look into his eyes. You were so close you could see the golden specks amongst the beautiful brown that catch the light from the TARDIS. He grips your hips tighter and pulls you even closer to him. You giggle at the action, resting your hands on over his shoulders and gently running them through the bottom of his hair.

“Never.” He promises before pressing his lips to yours, sending sparks right down your body when you kiss back. He breaks the kiss, resting his forehead on yours and you both share breaths in silence before the Doctor removes his forehead to press a kiss atop yours and pull you into a hug. “On every planet, in every galaxy, in every life, for all of time, I love you.”

Your heart beats faster and faster as the Doctor swipes a tear from your cheek. “You said that-“

“The first time I told you that I love you.” He finishes for you, hoping his own tears would stay put but they don’t. It’s you who reaches up to his cheek this time to wipe away his tears and it was the Doctor who leans into your touch this time. “I meant it, Y/N. In every life.”

You crash your lips together with his, taking the Doctor off guard but he doesn’t waste another second without kissing back. This was your Doctor and you were in love with him.

In every life.

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*Horror genre/smut warning*

-He’d be very tentative to catch feelings for anyone because he’s a very depressed boi

-quiet guy is hard to get to know, especially after an apocalyptic event

-Even if you’re survivors together, he’s just kind of going to be floating around quietly, so if you want to get to know Hyunsu, you’re going to have to make an effort

-Hyunsu is drawn to beautiful things, things that inspire hope (music, kids, etc...) and he can enjoy pleasurable things for a time, but Hyunsu is always terrified that good things will be torn from his grasp, so he never wants to let himself love something too easily

-Boy has his found family, so being accepted by his loved ones would be really important.

-It would be the elder survivors like Han and Gilseob who notice the connection between you and Hyunsu first

-i’m talking hard core pining, long looks, Hyunsu’s eyes finding you any time you enter a room, but you’re both oblivious to each other

-It’s a tough situation because Hyunsu is still treated like a monster at times, and people are obviously scared of his dark side

-Hyunsu can’t even imagine getting close to you, for fear that he’ll hurt you

-his monster alter ego even toys with him by mentioning you sometimes, further increasing the poor boys anxiety

-He’d get growingly agitated any time you have to put yourself in danger, and always ends up going places with you just to make sure you’re protected

-it starts with him just kind of shadowing you when you head up to your apartment for something one day

-the building is pretty much safe, but when you catch Hyunsu out of the corner of your eye, you almost have a heart attack, which he apologizes profusely for

-he goes with you to your room and is kind of awkward at your door because you’re a pretty girl and he’s about to go into your apartment, even if it is a post apocalyptic world, boy has manners

-He’s also just very big and tall, so even though he kind of hunches over, he sticks out like a sore thumb in your apartment

-he’s so quiet, but once you find something you both mutually enjoy to talk about, he begins to loosen up

-he continues shadowing you, he’s pretty much your designated monster survival partner

-at dinners you start to eat together and everyone is low key hoping you both work out, but are also worried about what it could mean for you if Hyunsu turns full monster out of the blue one day

-He’s very hesitant to allow you to touch him, so you’d have to start small

-like maybe you offer to help him clean up some residual blood left on his skin after he’s healed from a fight

-Hyunsu all but holds his breath while you wipe his skin

-big uwu boy, heart eyes to the extreme

-he honestly just needs a good cuddle and one day, after a particularly rough event where you almost die, Hyunsu is too tired to be in full control of himself, so when you crawl into bed with him, wrapping your arms around his frame, Hyunsu allows himself to enjoy it

-the biggest soft boy is the small spoon sometimes cuz he really needs it

-he falls asleep in your arms and it’s the most peaceful sleep he’s had in maybe years

-when he wakes up, he rolls to cuddle against your chest, still half asleep and unaware of what he’s doing until he can hear the beat of your heart under his ear and realizes you’re not just a pleasantly warm pillow

-boy practically jumps out of the bed and needs to be pulled back into your embrace

-if you start massaging his scalp and holding him to your chest- he’s going to die, like, he’ll never be happier

-He craves your cuddles like nothing else in the whole world, and allows himself more and more to be happy when he’s with you, and to be with you often

-seeing him smile is so odd, people are shook

-the first day you grab his hand in front of people makes his heart melt

-the two of you are simply waiting for dinner, and you grab his hand, playing with his fingers casually

-you don’t even notice how impactful the gesture is

-after dinner, Hyunsu finds himself swept away by the key men of the group, Han thinks it’s all very cute, Gilseob agrees with Han but he’s worried like Eunhyeok that Hyunsu could be a danger to you. Sangwook is just there because they dragged him along

-Hyunsu is still worried he could hurt you and you notice him pulling away after his discussion with the guys, which leads to him fully communicating to you all his fears about being a monster and not being good enough for you

-squash all his anxieties with a kiss

-Hyunsu will melt against you, your lips are the best cure for his busy mind

-if you tug a little at his hair boy will be whipped forever

-once he opens up to you, he’ll tell you everything

-time spent cuddling and just talking

-tracing his scars and kissing them, telling him you’ll never leave him

-him being worried about becoming a monster but you’re so determined he won’t- and you won’t let him try to avoid you for your ‘own safety’ so he’s pretty much just stuck with loving you and accepting that you make him happy and he’s allowed to be happy

-helping him cut his hair and being shook by how much younger he looks

- “do you like it?” he wants to make sure you still like his new hair

-he’s so much more boyish- it honestly makes it worse when his hair is short because people have been straight up offering him up to really hard jobs because he ‘cant die’

-like, you’re going to be fiercely protective of this boy, just as he is of you

-yeah he’s the one that ‘cant die’ but if someone tries to be even slightly mean to him, you’re jumping in and throwing fists

-’oh? you guys think it’s a good idea to sacrifice him to the military/government for our survival? time to meet my fists’ you’ll jump in swinging i swear to god

-you would probably be down to fight Eunhyuck on the daily for how he treats Hyunsu like his watch dog/hound

-low key everyone is prepared to wake up and find you and Hyunsu just gone one day

-he looks at you with the biggest heart eyes, like, boy is so in love with you and anyone can see it

-he’s going to cherish any time with you

-nights are for cuddles and memorizing your face in the moonlight that comes through the windows

-will find you cute little gifts, like, if he knows you like certain books or stuff like that he’ll keep an eye out for things to amuse you when he’s looking for supplies

-being way too fucking cute. like. this is an apocalypse and this man is just out here being a full fucking simp for you im-

-be careful as he gets more in love with you though because if someone threatens you, his monster side will pop out

-you’re feeling fragile one day and someone says something rude about Hyunsu and ‘how much time he has left’ and when Hyunsu finds you crying, his eyes go black and his monster side demands you tell him who he has to go kill for you

-after that, you can be certain his monster side won’t ever hurt you, which makes Hyunsu feel a lot more relaxed

-boy finally lets you touch him for longer than like five minutes because he’s not scared of loosing himself when he’s with you anymore

-ok, let’s be real, ya’ll would find ways to fuck even during the apocalypse

-boy deserves it. he DESERVES IT I TELL YOU

-soft honey boy, starts so soft, so much kissing and foreplay

-you’d really have to initiate things going farther than just kissing, and he’d worship you if you undressed for him

-10/10 will tell you he loves you while buried completely inside of you

-lots of gripping and passion, breathless kisses, hand holding and finger squeezing

-let him burry his face in your neck

-the sweetest aftercare filled with cuddles, hugs, kisses, and sweet words of affirmation

-he’s super shy about petnames, but you pet your ass that this big soft boi is going to let ‘jagiya’ (honey/sweetheart) slip every once and again.

-super shy about pda around other people, but you purposefully like to show how much you love him to make everyone else think twice about being mean to him or prejudice because he’s ‘infected’, whatever that even means.

-stealing his massive clothes

-taking care of him in ways that count, like making sure his depression doesn’t get the better of him being able to complete basic tasks, like cleaning him after a fight and making sure he eats properly

-being Hyunsu’s proof that humans can live with monsters, because you’ll never let him go and you love him

-i mean, not even going to lie, 10/10 Hyunsu would make living in monster world worth it

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Don’t Take The Money

Poor reader thought it would end up being a normal Sunday but that must’ve been the mix of bleach and Pinesol fumes getting to their head. Or, the one where reader finds out they have more in common with the other woman in Sherlock’s life than they thought and Sherlock has an aneurysm at the revelation. Thanks for reading!

Sherlock Holmes/Reader

You were just waking up when Sherlock was moving around the bedroom trying to pack his overnight bag. You groaned at the noise of drawers being opened and hangers jostled and rolled over onto your stomach, propping yourself up on your elbows. “Sherlock? You’re leaving?”

He stopped in his tracks back towards the closet and moved to sit on the edge of the bed next to you. He looked down at you with fondness that so many people thought he was incapable of feeling and as always, it made your heart swell. Brushing a lock of hair behind your ear, you relished in his undivided attention.

“A case was brought to my attention. I won’t be gone for long, it’s a few towns over.” He insists, trying to ease your worries before they arise.

Although you’d miss him, it never did anyone any good when Sherlock was bored. He needed something to keep him occupied and you needed time to clean up the drywall shrapnel that constantly covered the couch due to the boredness. It would give you the opportunity to deep clean the flat and the idea wasn’t so bad.

“Is John going too?” Sherlock nodded. You don’t know why you asked, they always worked together.

You turned your head to kiss his palm and sat up to get out of bed. “Okay. I’ll make you breakfast before you guys leave. Nobody likes train food anyway.”

Sherlock moved to help you stand, one of the smiles he reserved just for you gracing his lips. “You take excellent care of me. But you should know, you don’t have to be useful for this to mean something to me.”

He caught you off guard, but he usually did when he read you like a book. Your whole life you’d made yourself useful and you weren’t sure if people liked you for you or for the fact that there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for them. You would do anything and everything for Sherlock and it didn’t have anything to do with being useful, honestly. You loved him dearly and you couldn’t imagine treating him like you felt anything less than that. You couldn’t help but kiss him.

“Omelettes or pancakes?”

—

Your shirt was soaked from washing the dishes and you smelled like a mixture of bleach and formaldehyde from scrubbing the fridge clean and removing the severed head that took up the space where your coffee creamer should be. You had done more loads of laundry than you could count, bleached the bloodstained tub from Sherlock’s latest pig quest, the entire flat smelled like Bahama breeze and you couldn’t be more content. The boys weren’t due back for a day or two so you figured you’d spend some time with Mrs. Hudson when you were done and see if you could meet up with Bucky and Greg for lunch. When you passed the kitchen on your way to your bedroom to change, you decided that this may be the only chance you ever get to clear off the dining room table. Sherlock’s science equipment had overrun it and you figured it wouldn’t hurt if you straightened it up just a bit.

You were in the midst of cleaning out Sherlock’s beakers when you heard the knock on the door. Figuring that John would have posted on his blog that they weren’t currently taking clients because they were on a case, you expected to see Mrs. Hudson and the mop she was letting you borrow. You cracked the door just enough to see who was on the other side and was surprised to see an older woman holding a plate of baked goods who wasn’t Mrs. Hudson.

“Hi... how can I help you?”

The woman in question’s eyes lit up at the sight of you and you weren’t sure why. She smiled and gestured to the platter in her hands. “Is Sherlock Holmes here?”

She must be a client, you thought. Shaking your head, you responded, “No, sorry! The boys off on a case. I’m a friend of theirs. Is there something I can help you with?”

She was looking past you into the flat and you weren’t sure what she was looking for. “Do you mind if I come in? I could really use a cup of tea. And I wanted to drop these cookies I made for Sherlock off.”

You looked at what she was holding and decided it wouldn’t really hurt to let her in, and the cookies looked amazing. Sherlock must have helped her in some way.

“Sure, come on in. Sorry about my clothes... I’ve been doing some spring cleaning.” You stepped aside and let her in. “So, are you a client of his?”

She went to place the platter on the table and you were excited that it was already worth cleaning off the table. “Not quite. I’ve known him his whole life and have loved him even longer.” She turned and smiled at you, seeing through you in a way that seemed eerily close to Sherlock.

You hummed, taking in her answer. Sherlock didn’t talk much about his friends, so you weren’t surprised that you never heard of her.

“Just a minute, I’m gonna change.”

You excused yourself to the bedroom where your phone was charging on the bed. After sending Sherlock a quick text that someone who wasn’t a client was here for him, you dug around in the closet for something clean and more appropriate.

The lady didn’t really seem like a threat and you were sure if it came down to it, you’d be able to protect yourself. You could chuck the skull on the mantle if need be, it was a hard hitter.

When you returned, she was wandering around the flat and looking at all of the pictures of you, Sherlock, and John that you’d recently framed and put out.

“You and Sherlock, you’re close, yes? Tell me about him. It’s been so long.” She was holding a picture that you took of you two in the back of a taxi. Sherlock was on his phone but you thought his hair looked extra good and the golden hour light made him look like an angel so you had to take the picture.

“Yeah, I mean. He’s a seriously great person. A brilliant detective, he’s so smart. He helps all these people for free, and he never complains if they don’t offer him anything. He hates when I tell him he’s a godsend but who else would do that? Um... he’s really funny, probably one of the funniest people I know. You just have to keep up with his humor. It can be kind of dry, but it’s there. He’s one of the most loyal people there is and he’d do anything for the people he cares about.”

It was so easy for you to speak so highly of him. It was like second nature.

“He can be stubborn sometimes, and he can be a little more blunt than he needs to be but... he’s amazing. There’s no other way to explain him, really. He’s got a light that comes from him that rivals the sun and I don’t think it could ever be dimmed.”

She turned back to you and slowly broke out into one of the biggest grins you’d ever seen someone wear. “You really love my son.”

“Your son?” You blinked, unsure of what was going on. You really started to look at the woman in front of you and you realized Sherlock had her eyes. A complete copy and paste. “Oh my God, you’re Sherlock’s mom. I never even introduced myself. I’m Y/N, a friend of-”

“You’re not his friend, dear, and I’m not blind. Old age takes a lot from you, but I could never miss the way my son shines. And you... you see it too.” She walked up to you, still holding the picture frame in her hands. “You love my son in a way that no one else has. Let me tell you all about him.”

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You couldn’t stop laughing.

Sherlock’s mom had brought over tons of scrapbooks and old pictures that she had acquired over the years, and you had a feeling she knew you were here alone before she even knocked on the door. Mycroft, probably. You spent the whole day getting to know each other and taking a stroll down memory lane with her telling you all about Sherlock as a kid and how it was growing up with two geniuses as sons. She even gave you a copy of one of Sherlock’s high school pictures that you were going to cherish forever. She seemed so happy to have someone to talk to and assured you that spending time with you was the closest she had felt to Sherlock in a long time.

You insisted that she stay and let you make dinner, but she was as equally stubborn as Sherlock and ordered you takeaway as her treat. You tried to argue but she was having none of it. “My God, you scrubbed this whole flat clean. I’m not going to let you dirty your dishes. How does Chinese sound?”

—

Sherlock barreled up the steps with all the force he could muster in his legs and rushed in to see you, perfectly fine and all in one piece, having dinner with his mother.

“Sherlock!” You both exclaimed, his mother full of excitement and you full of worry.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, standing up from your end of the couch. “I thought you were on a case? Is everything okay?”

“I’ve been texting and calling you all day! You’re that daft that you couldn’t text back once all this time?” He’s still out of breath and he can feel his heartbeat in his ears. His tone is exasperated and you could hear the mix of anxiety and relief in his voice as he’d yet to acknowledge his mother. She seemed perfectly content to sit back and watch the situation unfold, amusement at her son’s unusual outburst gracing her features.

“My phone was dead! And then I put it on the charger and I forgot about it once your mom came, by the way!” You went to the bedroom and retrieved your phone to find a dozen missed texts and calls.

Probably just a client. SH

11:07 AM

Are you sure it’s not a client? SH

11:43 AM

Are they still there? SH

1:00 PM

Missed Call

1:17 PM

Missed Call

2:03 PM

Call me back. SH

3:26 PM

Y/N, I’m on a case. Call me back. SH

3:44 PM

Missed Call

4:13 PM

Is everything alright? SH

4:52 PM

Missed Call

5:08 PM

Missed Call

5:10 PM

Missed Call

5:12 PM

I’m boarding the train now and I’ll be there soon. Don’t worry. SH

5:21 PM

Sherlock followed after you, still without ever acknowledging his mother, and shut the door after himself. With his palms braced against the wooden door, he tried to ease the tension out of his bones through a deep breath as he watched you check your phone. He wasn’t worried about the case at all. It was mostly solved and what little was left John could do with ease. He felt the weight of the missed calls in his stomach like lead and the three hour train ride that he couldn’t curse to defy time any quicker. He had plenty of enemies and you had virtually none, so there would be no reason to think you’d hesitate to assist anyone who came to his door, especially if it was in the name of helping him. He thought he’d walk into a crime scene and he couldn’t shake those images out of his head.

You got up from the bed and walked over to him, reaching to wrap one arm around his neck and to take his hand in yours in the other. You pressed a kiss to his jaw, and then to his chin, over his eyelids, his nose, and then lastly you met his lips, murmuring “I’m sorry” in between every kiss. He didn’t usually voice it, but you had known him long enough to know when he was upset. He relaxed into your touch as he always did and you pulled away from him long enough to pull on the ends of his scarf. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. Let me help. We got takeaway for your mom and I but we can share mine. I got what you like anyway.”

He let you pull his scarf and jacket off and you were delighted to see he wasn’t really mad with you. You hang his jacket on the closet door and by the time you turn back to face him, he’s already making his way back out to the living room. Following after him, you see his mother gesturing him to come over.

“What are you doing here? I thought I told Mycroft to tell you I was away on business.” He was messing with the cuffs on his sleeves but his question was directed at his mother with unmistakable intent. She tsked at him, and you began to see even more similarities in their mannerisms.

“That’s no way to talk to your mother, William. I was spending some time with your darling partner here and I don’t even get a kiss or a hug?” She began gathering her belongings and threw her purse over her shoulder. You weren’t happy to see her go.

You did peak up at the name. “William? Your name is William?”

Sherlock groaned, ignoring you completely. You swore you could see a blush dusting his cheeks. In no time he was at the door, holding it open for his mother. “It’s getting rather late, don’t you agree? Father must be wondering where you are. Be sure to pay Mycroft a visit the next time you’re in town. I assure you, he always has time for family.”

She turned to you and blew you a kiss. “I had a great time with you today, I hope you’ll manage to bring Sherlock home more.”

Walking over to Sherlock, she paused to kiss his cheek and whisper in his ear, “I know you know what you could lose here. So be sure you don’t, Sherlock.”

Before she totally stepped out of the flat, she turned around one last time. “Promise me you’ll come home soon. Your father and I miss you dearly.”

“I heard you the first ten times. Goodnight and safe travels, mother.” Sherlock shut the door before his mother could get another word and your shoulders slumped.

“Hey, that was your mom! She’s really nice. We had a good day.” You started to clean up the coffee table and take the dishes into the kitchen. You couldn’t understand Sherlock’s relationship with his family but you were sure there was a lot of things you didn’t know. Still, it was nice to have a chance to bond with your (maybe one day) future family. It was then that you realized that Sherlock never said anything when his mother mentioned you being his partner. You two never really officially defined what you were, so to see him not object to an actual title made you feel all warm inside.

“No, you had a good day. I was trying to work a case and clear a man’s name while trying to figure out if I’d come home to you kidnapped or dead.” Sherlock rolled his eyes, watching you from the doorway. You looked back at him as you dropped the dishes into the sink and let out a sigh. You hated the fact that you let him down.

“I have to go back tomorrow to tie some loose ends with John. If you come with me, I have a feeling I’ll get over it a lot quicker.” His voice was quiet but full of mirth. He won’t hold this over your head, and you both know this, but if it makes him feel better you’ll follow him. You’d follow him to the ends of the Earth and off the edge if he lead you.

Sherlock pushed himself off of the doorway and walked towards the bedroom, unbuttoning his shirt as he went.

“So, you’re staying home tonight?” You swung around the kitchen doorway and called out to the hall. You hadn’t even thought about Sherlock having to go back, and you couldn’t help but be excited that he would be there for you to fall asleep next to tonight.

“You didn’t expect me to make the trip back at this hour, did you? Besides, I sleep better with you and it’s obvious that I don’t focus well if you’re not around, Which is why I need you to come with me tomorrow. It seems you owe me, anyway.” Sherlock takes a step back so you can see him in the bedroom doorway, and you can feel your heart in your throat.

He’s so beautiful, you think, all alabaster skin and lean muscle. He’s pulling a t-shirt over his head and you wonder if you could manifest a photographic memory long enough to commit him to memory. Of course he notices you staring, and you almost want to mention all the times you catch him staring at you but he changes the subject and opens the blankets for you and you shut up and follow him. You follow him and you love him and you wake up in the morning at the crack of dawn to run downstairs and order coffee from the shop next door before your train leaves, being sure to get them to write “William” on the cup. Sherlock doesn’t find this funny at all, but he still lets you fall asleep on his arm on the train ride there and doesn’t complain when his arm falls asleep right along with you.

He thinks that if this is the life his mother wished for him as a child, that would be one thing he could take off of his list of things she eventually needs to answer for. Because mothers know best, and when it came to you, she could have never been more right.

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