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fandomsonrequests · 3 years

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first times

fandom: ATEEZ

characters: good kid/nerd!jeong yunho

reader: fem! punk

word count: 2.8k+

summary: your dynamic with Yunho always balanced each other out; he was the stability you needed and you provided the little excitement in his life. It was perfect. You two have learned a lot after introducing things to each other. Like showing off a few tricks at a party or how to organize your notes (which has been a big help to you and your notes spread all over the place).

There was one thing though that you were yet to try- and that was sex.

a/n: it’s ✨horny✨ hours. Also this was probably more intense than I had anticipated e.e please enjoy!

notes: smut, sub!yunho, dom!reader, size kink, Yunho is a virgin, piercings, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), some voyeurism

taglist: @galaxteez @latte-fairytaekwoon @sweetheartsannie

Your relationship with Yunho was something straight out of the movies where the good kid dates the rebellious punk of the campus. He wore soft, woolen sweaters that surprisingly went past his hands while you wore dark-colored leather. Your hair was dyed in bright colors while his hair was styled into neat curls. His lifestyle was calm, normal, always following the rules whilst yours was all about living fast and dying young.

Yet your dynamic always balanced each other out; he was the stability you needed and you provided the little excitement in his life. It was perfect. You two have learned a lot after introducing things to each other. Like showing off a few tricks at a party or how to organize your notes (which has been a big help to you and your notes spread all over the place).

There was one thing though that you were yet to try- and that was sex.

Yunho is a virgin, it’s one of the few things he told you when you first started dating. You understood though and you didn’t want to force him with anything. You’ve helped him explore a little bit though but it never reached anything past heavy making out with the occasional heavy petting. You would always drink in the furious blush on his round cheeks and ears. Or the way his swollen-kissed lips tempted you to fuck him silly. But you always held yourself back, always making sure to relieve yourself in the bathroom or whenever you were home first in your shared apartment.

Yunho would listen to you through the thin walls of the apartment, his hesitation and shyness preventing himself from talking to you about it. He had even almost walked in on you once when you were fucking yourself on the vibrating wand you kept in the back of the closet. He felt so dirty seeing your hips buck up into it, one of your hands grabbing and kneading at your breast while you moaned out his name. He felt dirty in retaining the image in his mind whenever he jerked himself off in the shower. But at the same time, he thought that this was one of the moments where you looked most beautiful, next to seeing your cute face in the morning.

So here you were, watching a classic action-packed film called Salt. there was a sex scene that came up- those typical, raw, and passionate sex scenes in the movies. It made Yunho squirm in his seat on the couch, his arm around you while you leaned into him. He looked down at you and was quite amazed to see that you were unfazed by it.

He could hear your voice in his head even if you haven’t said anything: it’s just sex baby- it’s a normal human thing.

That may have stopped him from being so awkward around you but that definitely didn’t stop him from growing more aroused each second. He gulps as his free hand fists the fabric of his sweatpants while he tried to stabilize his breathing.

You weren’t oblivious to what was happening beside you though- you just haven’t said anything. That was until you heard your giant teddy bear of a boyfriend cough under his breath. You paused the film and immediately turn to him, a slightly mischievous smirk on your lips.

“Are you horny baby?” you ask him.

He sputters at the question and you laugh. Your hand gently trails up his thick thighs while you hum in amusement, leaning closer to him. Yunho’s cheeks glow a bright red, spreading down his neck and up to his ears. He lets out a shaky breath when you graze against the bulge in his pants, making him close his eyes.

“C’mon baby boy, I need you to tell me,” you gently coax him but make no further move to touch him. He whines at the nickname. “Did the scene turn you on?”

Yunho’s eyes flutter open and meets your lust blown gaze. He knew you didn’t want to push him into anything he didn’t want to do and that you were probably just teasing him right now, but his arousal was through the roof and he wanted to know how you felt around him. He wanted to experience the warmth of your cunt around his cock or the way his skin would feel pressed up against yours.

The cold metal of your horizontal lip piercings against the skin of his neck jolted him out of his little fantasy. A quiet whimper leaves his throat and you smirk against him. His arms snake around your waist, his hands hesitantly gripping onto your waist. He moans when you suddenly nip at the juncture between his neck and shoulder, his voice growing in volume when you moved to straddle his hips.

“Are you okay with this, baby?” You ask him, pulling away with a gentle look in your eyes.

“You act like we haven’t done this a bajillion times,” he muses and you laugh.

“I know,” Your fingers play with the baby hairs at the base of his neck. “But I just want to be sure.”

He flashes you one of his signature dorky smiles and kisses your nose. “Just keep going please,”

You nod before engulfing his lips in a hungry kiss. Your hips ground against his and he groans, his grip on your waist tightening. You’ve done this a couple of times before, grinding against him and making him cum in his pants. But you wanted more. And luckily, Yunho finally felt ready to give you what you wanted.

His hands trailed under your shirt, large hands travelling along your soft skin before settling at the hem and tugging it upwards. You pull away, letting out a surprised noise, and grasp at his wrist. For a moment, the ravenet was worried that he did something you didn’t like until you spoke up.

“What are you doing..?”

“...taking off your shirt..?” He responds almost hesitantly. “Why— are you off the pill—”

“No no, don’t worry I’m on the pill but are you sure? I don’t want you to do anything just because—“

“I’m ready, ______,” Yunho stops you midway, his warm brown eyes blown with lust. He looks at you, dead in the eye. “I want you to fuck me— please.”

The way Yunho says this with a desperate look in his gaze and the meekness of his tone switched something in you. You lick your lips as it morphs into a grin. You gently cup his chin, firmly kissing him.

You moan in approval when he obediently parts his lips to grant you access, your tongue mingling with his. He could taste your cherry flavored chapstick and the remnants of your cigarette that you had smoked a while ago. It was so erotic, the sounds of his lips smacking against yours and the way your tongue’s snakebite piercings tickled him, the way you tasted... and for some reason, despite having made out with you many times, this felt different, much more addicting.

“Arms up.” You say firmly as you tug his shirt and sweater up.

Yunho doesn’t even think twice and immediately raises his arms, allowing you to shed off said clothes. He was rewarded with another kiss to his lips before you push him down against the couch, taking in the sight before you. He looks away in embarrassment, the beautiful red returning to his complexion.

You were having none of it though. “You’re beautiful,” You tell him as you run your hands down the expanse of his chest to his stomach, nails lightly scratching his skin. He whines at your actions, the flush on his face worsening.

Before Yunho could say anything though you were already making your down, leaving wet kisses in your wake. He leans up against his arms to see you leave your marks down his chest, whimpering every time he felt the sting of your teeth against him. Dark purple starts to bloom by the time you reach his pants, your deft fingers making quick work of removing them and throwing them to the floor.

His hard cock springs up almost immediately, the head leaking with precum. You stare at it in pleasant surprise. You had a feeling he was well-endowed but you were surprised at how much girthier he was than you anticipated. Your small hand wrapped around him, making Yunho throw his head back and buck up into it.

“Fuck you’re so huge baby boy,” You hum as your other hand pushed his waist back down to the couch. “Can’t wait for you to fill up this tiny pussy.” He twitches at your words, making you wet once you see the effect your words had on him.

Without any warning, you sucked on the head of his cock, tongue tasting the salty precum.

“O-oh f-fuck, _____,” Yunho whines as he leans back against the couch. His hands settled firmly onto it, nails digging into the leather covering. He tries to keep himself from bucking up into your warm mouth as your tongue trailed up his length.

This was much better than he had fantasized, his toes curling as pleasure courses through him. The snake bite piercings on your tongue were surprisingly cold against his cock, making him shiver when you swallowed and bobbed your head around him.

He throws his head back when you pull away, a string of saliva mixed with his precum connecting your lips to him, and gently squeezed his balls. Your other hand stroked him at a tantalizing pace, your thumb teasing the slit of the head.

“Look at you, you’re so big compared to me yet you’re letting me handle you like this.” Your hand lands a gentle slap to his thigh, eliciting a whine from your boyfriend. “So cute~”

But before Yunho could even retort, your mouth was on him again. The metal ball of your piercing runs down the underside of his cock, tracing his veins before moving up to play with the head. He had never thought that the feeling of fucking your mouth would be absolute torture having you tease him like this and yet, he loved it.

His breathing became labored and he could feel his stomach tighten, impending signs that he was about to cum. You could sense it too, especially with the way you let your teeth graze the soft flesh of his dick.

“I-I’m close, ______,” He pants and you pull away from him completely.

He whines at the loss of contact but his voice dies down when you quickly strip yourself of your own clothes. Yunho takes in the sight of your bare form in front of him, being stunned into silence.

God, you were so fucking gorgeous.

“You- your uhm,” Yunho uncharacteristically stammers and you look down at yourself.

You grin when you realize what he was referring to. “Yeah, my nipples are pierced. Do you like them?” You ask as you brush away your hair to let him admire it more.

“I love them.”

You giggle out your gratitude before you settle over him once more, your slick cunt hovering over his length. You only smile at him when you take his hands and lead them to your breasts, chuckling at the gasp he lets out.

You moan when he gave an experimental squeeze, lip caught between your teeth. “You’ve always wanted this, right baby?” You taunt him. You wordlessly guide him to massage your breasts, letting his thumb flick at your perk nipples. “Watching through the crack in the door when you’d get home early~”

His eyes widen in surprise as the embarrassment of being caught fills his system. He feels his body heat up with shame when you chuckle airily, another moan leaving you when you move his hands down your sides and coax him to squeeze the flesh of your ass. “It’s okay baby,” you assure him, pressing your chest flush against his. “I enjoy putting on a show for you.”

You drop your hips down on his and rub yourself up against his cock. You both groan out at the feeling. Yunho was losing himself in the feeling of you just surrounding him, your scent, your touch, your juices just coating him— it was driving him insane.

You reach down to jerk him off a couple of times before lining yourself up with him. “You ready big guy?” You ask.

Yunho could only nod, all words lost. His jaw drops open in pleasure when you finally sink down against him, his back arching at the way your warm velvety walls took him in. Your slick helped you grow accustomed to the stretch, a drawn out moan leaving your lips as he slowly bottoms out within you.

His head falls back as you lightly ground against him, his cock twitching inside of you. “F-fuck, _______, you’re so tight and you f-feel so warm—”

You chuckled breathily, leaning down to kiss him. You moan against his lips, forcing your tongue into his mouth, when he brushed up against your spot. You pull away from him after he so obediently allowed you to ravage him through the kiss, a thin strand of saliva connecting between the both of you.

You ran your hand along the bulge in your abdomen and pressed down on it. Your boyfriend let out a choked gasp when he felt how deep inside you he was. You press down on it again and you fall forward, arm wobbling as you try to support yourself over him. His arms come up to settle around your waist, the both of you getting used to the feeling of being wrapped up in each other.

“I love you so much, ______,” Yunho whispers.

“I love you so much more,” You reply. “I’m going to move now, okay?”

Once you get his permission to move, you slowly bring your hips up before settling down against him. Your initial pace was slow at first for the benefit of the both of you. Yunho didn’t want to cum early and you were still getting used to the size of him. Eventually, the speed of your hips increase as you start to bounce up and down along his length.

Yunho’s eyes squeeze shut and leans his head back, exposing the column of his neck. He could feel your lips mouth along his skin, teeth lightly nipping along, as your warmth clenched around him. He dug his fingers into your waist when you squeeze around him again, leaving bruises against the plump flesh. A light sheen of sweat covers your intertwined bodies.

“You f-feel amazing,” he mewls and tries his best to meet each thrust of your hips. “K-keep going please,”

“Yeah? You’re enjoying this baby boy?” You pant out, taking both of his hands and lacing his fingers with yours, pinning them by his head. He never thought he’d like being dominated, always thinking it was he had to take the lead, but this was definitely something he enjoyed.

Yunho could feel his stomach tighten as his orgasm neared, squeezing your hands to let you know. He writhes under your actions, sweet praises and come curses tumbling from his lips. “I’m, I’m gonna cum- _____, lemme cum, please, please, please,” he cries, looking up at you with large eyes.

“You think you can hold it for me baby?” You ask and reach down to circle at your clit, whining quietly at the feeling. “Wanna cum with you…”

Yunho wanted to sob at that, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to last long, but nodded nonetheless. It was the least he could do after you pretty much gave him all your attention from earlier. He leans up on one arm, taking one of your nipples into his mouth in an attempt to get you to cum and you cry out in pleasure.

Your hands shot up to his hair, tugging at the soft locks as he desperately sucked, occasionally switching between each mound. The way his round, innocent eyes, looked up at you with his lips locked around your breast fueled the fire you felt in your tummy, bringing you closer to the edge.

Your hips lose all sense of rhythm as you chase your orgasm, leaning your forehead against your boyfriend. “I’m gonna cum baby,” You tell him and he practically groans in relief at that.

After a couple of more bounces of your hips, you slam down against him, your orgasm crashing down against you. The feeling of your warm juices gushing around his length sent Yunho over the edge and he latched onto you, his forehead falling to your shoulder. He grunts deeply as his hips jerked up into you, painting your walls with his cum.

Your arms give out and you fall over him, head resting on his chest. Pants fill the room as the both of you lay there to catch your breaths. You turn your head to face him, chin tickling his clavicle, and offer him a tired smile.

“How are you..?” You say softly and card your hand through his damp hair.

“That,” he let out an amused huff. “That was pretty intense… but I enjoyed it. No wonder why some people have active sex lives…”

You snort at that, shaking your head at his little joke. You could feel his release trickle down your thigh when you lift yourself off of him, making you feel sticky down there. You stand with shaky legs and Yunho reaches out to help stabilize yourself.

“Care to join me in the shower?” You offer and hold your hand out to him.

He smiles at you. “Of course, sweetheart.”

#ateez #ateez x reader #ateez smut #jeong yunho #yunho #jeong yunho x reader #yunho x reader #ateez imagines #yunho smut #sub!ateez #sub ateez

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sylphidine · 2 years

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[FIC] Call Signs, Chapter 3

Fandom: Deltarune

Pairing: Swatch / Spamton

Rating: Mature

Summary: Three college basketball teammates get an obnoxious new roommate. Fortunately none of them take the same classes, so Swatch can avoid the guy while mooning over a mysterious new DJ at the campus radio station. A Swatchton human college/university AU.

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Spamton tried to stop his hands from shaking, using an exercise his therapist had suggested. He clasped his left wrist between the thumb and middle finger of his right hand. He lay flat on his back in bed in his dorm room, where he’d retreated after he and his roommates got back from eating pizza at Luigi’s.

He had blown it, not even two hours into what was supposed to have been his new life.

He was not going to get a second chance to make a good first impression.

And oh, how he'd wanted to impress them.

No, not impress them… he'd wanted them to like him. He'd wanted to start down the path to having friends instead of sycophants and hangers-on.

He’d wanted to be around people who didn’t give a damn that he was an Addison.

But he'd opened his mouth and the same old garbage noise came pouring out.

He'd actually asked that girl if she was related to the Tanners of Old Westbury. Just because she was blonde.

Worse, he'd made the mistake of joking about Catechu’s name sounding like something out of POKEMON. He’d meant to follow it up with mocking himself for having a ridiculous first name, but stopped dead and fell silent when he saw the expression on Swatch’s face. Or more accurately, the lack of expression.

He couldn’t have just relaxed?

Instead, he’d slid right into salesman mode, trotting out lame icebreaker phrases.

He couldn’t blame the four of them cutting him off and essentially monopolizing the rest of the dinner conversation about professors he’d never get to meet and authors he’d never heard of.

At least he’d picked up on what everyone’s pronouns were, and filed them away mentally. Tabitha [no, not Tabitha, and definitely not Tabby, call her T.M. or else get your eyes scratched out] was “she/her”, Indigo and Catechu were both “he/him”, and Swatch was “they/them”.

And Swatch was gorgeous. That long jawline, those solemn eyes, those feathery curls.

Not to say that the twins weren’t gorgeous, too, with their more practical fades. But Swatch…

Spamton was doomed.

He let his hand go when he felt the shakes finally stop.

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T.M. leaned her elbows on the kitchen island while Swatch divided up the rest of the pizza they’d taken home. They put her portion in an oversized ziplock baggie, already having marked it with the words “Sicilian - reheat at 2 minutes 37 seconds on half power” and the date. After a decade of friendship, Swatch knew exactly how T.M. liked things… organized, neat, and labeled. Easily classifiable. The two had that in common, although she was far more strident about it than they were.

She said now, “Where in the world did Housing dig up that little weirdo, and how did you guys get stuck with him?”

Swatch finished with the other three baggies and put them in the refrigerator, taking their time before they answered. “I haven’t a clue. My cousins put a request in for this unit first and added me later; I thought this building was mostly for extracurriculars.”

“If you mean ‘jocks’, Swatch, say ‘jocks’. You don’t need to be vague with me.”

“I’m not trying to be either vague or coy, Moggy.” She made a pleased noise in her throat at the nickname that only Swatch was allowed to use, as they continued. “I think for some reason his family must have paid for him to end up here.”

“Because Overlook’s got the strictest RAs? Curfews, spot checks for drug use, sign-in and sign-outs in the lobby?”

“Indeed.”

“Indeed, indeed,” T.M. countered mockingly. “Sometimes I think you’re the one who should be going into the hotel business, not just Indo and Catto. I love when you get all proper and huffy.”

“I am NOT huffy!” protested Swatch. “I just don’t like surprises, and having to adjust to living with someone I don’t know is one surprise I didn’t want to deal with this year.”

T.M. crinkled her big blue eyes in sympathy and came around the island to give Swatch a squeeze, her head reaching just to their shoulder. “I know, Birdman. We all miss Fairlight, but she’s out of pain now.”

Swatch wrapped their long arms around their best friend and laid their head on top of her pussycat bow. “Thanks for being you, Moggy.”

They escorted T.M. to the elevator like the gentleman they were. A few minutes later, when Swatch came back into the apartment, they noticed that all the bedroom doors were closed.

Indigo was in the living room watching NIGHT AT THE MUSEUM for what must have been the hundredth time. He waved Swatch over to the couch and answered their unasked question. “Catto’s back is still bugging him after all that stair-climbing, so he crashed. New guy beat it to his own room, no clue what he’s up to.”

They felt a moment’s sympathy for Spamton. It must have seemed like four against one, remembering how the dinner conversation had gotten awkward, but they couldn’t help the bonds they already had. The kid was just going to have to make some bonds of his own.

And why were they still thinking of him as “kid”? Spamton had to be at least in his junior year if he’d gotten a slot in Overlook Hall, family influence or not, which meant he was at least Swatch’s age, if not older than they were, since he was a transfer student.

Damn. Their curiosity was not going to leave them alone until they Googled Spamton.

But in the meantime Jedediah was bickering with Octavius again, and Swatch and Indigo groaned at the screen at the same time, “Just kiss already!”

#sylph writes #swatchton #spamton #swatch #swatchton au

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whatifxwereyou · 2 years

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Ashes Chapter 27: Bargaining

Fandom: Mortal Kombat 2021

Pairing: Liu Kang x Reader

Summary: Friends, research... and Quan Chi.

A/N: THERE WILL BE NO CHAPTER NEXT WEEK while I work on planning. I just need a week to figure things out but we'll be back after that. I was going to update this one but I decided to take the whole week. There will be an Embers post next week tho and maybe something new?? Thank you for reading <3

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You showed Cole around the library after you ate. There was no one else there, thankfully. You’d half-expected to run into Liu Kang. He’d often taken refuge there in his worst moments. But he was likely busy. Sometimes you forgot how important a man he was. As champions of Earthrealm, you were almost always in demand.

“Many of these books have survived centuries. Our library is carefully maintained so they remain for further generations.” You were playing tour guide.

“Finally some familiar faces!” Johnny Cage was probably the loudest person to ever enter a library. Both you and Cole turned to him with wide eyes. Even just showing him around the two of you had naturally been quiet. It was an unwritten rule to speak softly in the company of books.

“Not sure you’ll be that happy to have found us. We’re about to study.” Cole warned.

“I can help.”

“Can you though?” You had your lips smoothed into a straight line. Johnny grinned.

“I can try to help.” He corrected. Deciding that was a better response, you welcomed him to join you. “Heard something about us being up against hell gods now? Is that right? Nordic Metal Band and Fire Boy were talking about it.”

“Do you have nicknames for everyone?”

“Ballpoint and DiCaprio.” Johnny gestured to you.

“DiCaprio?” Cole seemed confused.

“It’s the… the hair.” You laughed. “It’s like… from…”

“Yeah, you have 90s protagonist hair.” Johnny pointed at him and Cole ran his fingers through his hair. “I’ll come up with something better. Don’t know you well enough yet.”

“Would it kill you just to learn our names?”

“I know your names. I just prefer the nicknames.”

“Settle down boys, it’s time to study.” You pointed to the stacks.

“Right. Hell gods.”

“You’re handling this surprisingly well.” Cole was suspicious. Considering that Johnny had fought tooth and nail before joining you, you were surprised he was as receptive of it too. Johnny shrugged.

“Figured if I’m going down the rabbit hole then I might as well commit.”

“I expected resistance.”

“I’m in a good mood today. Following you here was the right call. That Lord Raiden dude… he’s pretty convincing.”

“Is it the lightning magic? Always seems to do the trick.” You picked out a handful of books on different realms before handing them to Cole.

“Yeah, that sweet lightning magic.”

“Our magic wasn’t enough for you back in Los Angeles.” Cole placed the books on the low table nearby.

“I thought you were pranking me. And I don’t remember you doing much of anything.”

“He’s right, you didn’t.” You patted him on the shoulder. “That would have been a very expensive prank.”

“I’m an expensive man.”

“Okay, enough, either carry books or go away.” You handed Johnny a few more books on the topic of elder gods and the little information that had been gathered about them. Johnny took the books but insisted he could take more. You stacked several more large, heavy books on top and watched as he slowly teetered away. Cole stood next to you and you watched, silently betting on when it would fall over but Johnny barely made it to the table and managed to set the stack of books down.

Then you and Cole joined him at the table. You then poured through the pages of books. For about five whole minutes the three of you were studious. Then Johnny Cage was bored and took to meandering around the library. Every few minutes after that was him distracting you with something ‘neat’ he found. You reminded him you lived there but it hadn’t stopped him.

You humored him for longer than Cole did because he was mostly funny but after a half an hour of that, you reminded him you had actual work to do. Johnny apologized, sort of, as much as you had expected him to. Then he went to work.

And fell asleep.

Face down next to his book on the table after about three pages. You weren’t convinced he’d actually read anything on those three pages either. Funny enough, you thought he was kind of great. He definitely didn’t make the best study partner but if you had needed him to watch something for you while you worked, he would have guarded it with his life. There were ways where his sense of humor reminded you of Kung Lao. They were extremely different men but you found that many little things reminded you of Lao. It was rare that they were things that made you smile.

Cole proved to be more studious though he had his chin in his hand and his jaw clenched like this was giving him a terrible headache. You kept reading and allowed Johnny to remain asleep until he’d begun to snore. It had been a long day for you all. Gently, you shook him awake. He sat upright, alert, a comical puddle of drool left behind.

“Hmm? Whaisit? Isokay?” He was barely coherent. His sunglasses had fallen from the top of his head and left a dopey imprint on his forehead.

“You fell asleep. Go get some rest. Tomorrow is going to be a long day of training to find your arcana, presumably. Trust me.” You smiled sympathetically. Cole nodded his head, eyes wide to agree. You’d heard that his experience finding his arcana had been particularly difficult. He was lucky that it had appeared in the nick of time when faced with Goro.

“I’ll have it by the afternoon. Just you wait.” He stood with a yawn and a confident smile. “These tables are too low to the ground, my knees…”

“Get used to it.” You were sure he’d adapt. Johnny bid you goodnight, chatted at you for a few more minutes, then finally disappeared to go get some rest. He really would need it especially if Liu Kang wound up being the one to help him tomorrow. You weren’t sure if he would be, but he was the most experienced in such matters. Maybe Cole or Nightwolf would be up for the task. Who knew? No one had asked you to help, so it wouldn’t be you.

“How are you feeling?” Cole broke silence that lasted mere minutes after Johnny left. You’d made it ten pages. Staring at the book with a sigh, you closed it and marked the page with your fingers. Cole and Johnny were both terrible study partners. You missed Liu Kang.

Kung Lao had been an awful study partner too. Very distracting, even more so after you’d begun dating. Liu Kang, however, even when you’d been fooling around, had allowed you to study for hours before getting distracted. And you’d both studied and absorbed the information you were studying. It was a luxury you no longer had unless alone.

Even then sometimes you were a terrible study partner too.

Pinching the bridge of your nose you gave Cole a knowing look.

“What? You’re still a little gray. It’s the only reason I ask.”

“I’m fine. The visions make me sick. Get used to it, especially if they continue.”

“Are you sure it’s that? Maybe you caught something.”

“Maybe but it’s more likely because of the visions and sharing them with Raiden.” You turned your attention back to the book.

“I don’t know. Ally’s been in and out the last week too. Makes me wonder if you caught something from her.”

“And you, her husband, didn’t?”

“You never know.”

“Maybe she’s pregnant.” You teased. He’d done you the disservice of putting it into your head so you would return the favor. But now Cole had gone gray.

“No… she would…” Cole stuttered. “There’s no way. Yeah, she would have…” Then silence.

“Not so much fun when the shoe is on the other foot, now is it?” You teased but felt a little bad. His reaction wasn’t as funny as you had expected it to be. You’d broken him. Holding his head in his hands, he had his hair pushed back and his eyes were wide.

“If she’s… I shouldn’t have left.”

“…should we talk to Raiden?”

“If she’s pregnant then why wouldn’t she tell me?” He rubbed his hand over his mouth and leaned back with a heavy sigh.

“Maybe because you have enough to worry about. And she doesn’t think you need that on your plate right now.” You returned to your book. Cole had taken this way too seriously. Maybe there were other signs you didn’t know about. It was hard to tell. You really had just been teasing.

“You were real prepared with that answer. Is that what you would do?”

“Depends.” You shrugged. “If it had been with Kung Lao and he had something much more important to deal with then I would probably hold off. Especially if we were in a good spot and such, you know? If he was stressed about leaving me and there was no reason to be… then yeah.”

“…god, you even had a reason.”

“It’s not that difficult to come up with.”

“I’ll… think about this.” Cole held his head in his hands with a soft whine. You chuckled and patted him on the shoulder sympathetically.

“I didn’t mean to make you this worried. I was just teasing you. There’s no reason to jump to conclusions.”

“Sure, Y/N.” Cole muttered but then tried to focus on his book. Moments of silence passed and he closed his book. You laughed.

“Can’t focus?”

“Not anymore. Thanks.”

“I’d say I’m sorry but I’m not, really. You’ve been spying on me.” You didn’t look up from your book.

“I never said that I didn’t speak Chinese. It’s your own fault for assuming.”

“Why don’t you go get some rest? You clearly aren’t going to be any help with this.” You closed the book on your fingers again to mark the page.

“I should stay and annoy you just as payback.”

“Or you could rest and clear your head. Today was long and busy. Sleep will give you clarity.” You hoped he would leave you be. You would like to get some actual work done.

“Fine. But you should rest too, Miss ‘I’m completely fine even though I’m a different color than I was yesterday’.” Cole offered you a hand up.

“Not yet. I want to try and get some reading done. Between you and Johnny, I read maybe twenty pages.”

“Don’t overdo it. Especially after everything today.”

“I promise I’ll be fine.” You watched him as he weighed his options. “Goodnight, Cole.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

Then he left you alone with your books. It was too bad that you were exhausted and likely wouldn’t make it much longer before you retired for the night. You would try to read a bit further. You marked several pages with loose strips of paper, making a mental note to bring a blank notebook with you tomorrow.

Head in your hands, you kept reading until your eyes hurt. You looked up for the clock on the wall and found the world was in darkness. There was nothing but you, the table, and your book. Shit. Had you fallen asleep or was this another vision? You really did struggle to tell the difference between the visions and nightmares.

The pages of the book were blank. That didn’t help. When you looked across the table, you found Kung Lao looking back at you. He sat perfectly still, arms folded over his chest, showing off his impressive muscles. You admired him briefly but then stiffened up uncomfortably.

This wasn’t Kung Lao.

You were suddenly on your guard.

Vision, you decided.

“Who are you?”

“Your love. Who else?” The voice was all wrong. You couldn’t say why it was wrong, just that it wasn’t him. You knew Kung Lao well enough to recognize the difference from his voice and when someone else was imitating it.

“You aren’t Kung Lao. I know Kung Lao.”

The impersonation smiled but it was wrong too. The visage of the man you loved faded and was replaced with a man whose skin was ghastly pale with dark marks beneath his eyes and along his forehead, red markings etched within. You made to leap across the table to strangle the life out of the familiar man but found that you were firmly rooted in place.

“How did you know?” Genuine curiosity, like you were playing a game.

“Kung Lao has never sat still for that long in his whole life. Not even when meditating and definitely not when he was with me.” You narrowed your eyes. Quan Chi. You knew him now and put all of your effort into committing his face, his armor, his voice to memory. You would sketch him out when your vision was through with. He would regret making you his enemy. “You are a fool to come here.”

“You can’t move.” Quan Chi didn’t seem threatened. In fact, he seemed delighted.

“For now.” You were fighting. You would eventually win.

“I only wish to speak with you.”

“Bullshit. You made me watch the death of the man I love over and over again. If you had the balls to really talk to me then you would be dead where you stand.”

Quan Chi laughed in amusement and you twitched in anger.

“I want to make a deal with you.”

“Not a chance in hell.”

“You haven’t even heard what I’m offering.”

“To make a deal you’d have to have something I want and you don’t. I don’t want anything you’re selling.” You would rather die than listen to him speak for one more minute. Raiden was right. He was using your gift to speak with you, to get into your head. You had to find a way to keep him out. What else could he see in your head?

“You’re being used.”

“Yeah, I know. Right now.” You managed to grasp the table and Quan Chi watched you on alert, judging whether or not you would manage to break whatever spell he had you under. “I know that you’re using my visions to connect like this. It’s dangerous. You should know that. Dangerous for us both.”

He ignored your threats.

“Raiden. The protectors of Earthrealm. They are using you for their selfish gain.”

“Oh, good, it’s this tired speech. Join you for truth, money, power and fuck off, asshole.” You managed to slam your fist against the table which shook but you couldn’t lift your arm after that. “You showed me what kind of man you are already.”

“You don’t have to believe me but I assure you that I have no reason to lie.”

“Says the liar, lying.”

“Search the lower levels of your beloved Raiden’s Temple. Where few dare to go. There you will find proof. Then perhaps we will meet again.”

“Fuck you.” You were suddenly free and leapt across the table but he was gone in a haze of smoke. You smashed your fists against the table. Then with a start, you sat upright and were back in the library.

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rqgnarok · 4 years

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moments in between - aaron hotchner

fandom: criminal minds

words: 2618

warnings: couple of smooches and mention of private times, spoilers for season 4 through 9 ish of criminal minds, that’s about it. female!reader

summary: being an fbi agent leaves little to no moments to enjoy someone else’s company. hotch and the reader make it work. BASED ON A CONVERSATION PRENTISS AND HOTCH HAVE IN 04X09.

author’s note below

“(Y/N)?”

“Yeah, I’m decent,” she smiles to herself when she takes her eyes off the tiny mirror in the locker assigned to her, watches her boyfriend lean against the door frame.

It only takes one look at him for (Y/N) to know he’s stuck in that I’m-your-coworker-but-I-really-want-to-be-your-boyfriend-right-now state Hotch gets into sometimes when they’re at work but alone or hours deep into the night and still working the case.

He just stands there for a moment, admires her in silence but in the way that makes her feel appreciated from a distance, a look in his eyes which (Y/N)’s used being under the scrutiny of, makes her feel recognized and safe when there’s no possibility of physical contact.

She’s done with her make up for the undercover stunt they’re about to pull and her hair is fixed in that careless yet neat way he really, really likes, the way it was the night he kissed her for the first time after a night out with the team and he’d insisted on driving her home.

Hotch remembers that night so clearly, if he closes his eyes can picture himself back in his car, the steering wheel under his hands and the street lamps being the only source of light that catches (Y/N)’s profile when he sneaks a look or two.

By that point he’d lost all self-restraint and after months of fighting with himself about his feelings his head finally quieted the hell up the moment she reached for the lapel of his jacket and pulled him to her, kissing him with the car’s console in the middle of their bodies and his hands on her hair, keeping her close as if she’d have any intentions of letting him go.

That was almost a year after his divorce with Haley, and though he’d been hesitant on following up with a relationship in a time Hotch felt too soon since he’d signed those divorce papers, he’d been tired of being the one who always followed the rules and did things right only to end up alone. Either in an apartment away from his family or in his office, closer to the next morning than the previous night and working on reports until the words blurred in the pages and he was too tired to drive home at all.

Hotch was tired and he wanted (Y/N) so, so badly, he figured one night of self-indulgence was more than deserved after the year he’d had. Except one night turned into a weekend and one time turned into spending time together whenever they had the time off at the same time and it wasn’t his turn to take Jack for the week. Hotch and sir and bossman turned into Aaron, babe and handsome, and in return Hotch became familiar with the feeling of (Y/N), (Y/N/N), honey and sweetheart against his tongue.

The transition between using those nicknames and thinking of Haley to his mind blanching until nothing but (Y/N) remained was easier than Hotch had expected it to be. The guilt of thinking he’d somehow replaced his ex-wife was short lived, the first weeks into his and (Y/N)’s relationship realizing that he saw them as two different women who occupied two very different portions in his life.

It wouldn’t be until after Haley died, much, much after that they would come forward and share the existence of their relationship with HR, and along with them, Strauss. It would easier by then, and the right choice to make, considering that around the first time they’d gotten together Erin seemed to be out for blood, which included Hotch’s job as unit chief and following his every move to catch him in something that could might as well signify the end of his career, if presented to his superiors correctly.

By the time they’ll decide to disclose, Erin and Rossi themselves will be somewhat involved, and after her troubles with alcoholism she would’ve become a more understanding woman of other people’s flaws along with her own. She’ll have them both under scrutiny for a couple of months until she deems them professional enough to keep working in the same unit, and that would be that.

“10 minutes and I’m ready to go,” she assures him, still working the case but smile soft when directed at him. He leaves his spot against the frame of the door to close it behind him and lock it, just in case and, if needed, under the excuse that she’d needed the privacy to change into the clothes she’ll be wearing at the club. With him in the room, well. Here’s to hoping to one saw him come in.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” He’s still frowning but it's more concern than the usual façade he hides behind when they’re working a case, and he’s slightly comforted by the fact that (Y/N)’s smile remains full on her face, sure and trusting.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” she reassures. Now that the door’s closed and locked she’s stripping out of her clothes, nothing sensual about her movements but Hotch can’t help but to stare anyways. He wishes they weren’t having this conversation with his girlfriend in her underwear. Aaron Hotchner is a responsible man, but he is a man, nevertheless. “Sadly, I’ve actually dated people worse than Viper.”

“Thank God that’s over,” he manages to joke. (Y/N) laughs and he quits eyeing her figure just so he can watch her do so, enchanted by the way her features accentuate her laughter lines. He’s in deep, and just for a moment he pictures her getting ready for one of their dates instead of an undercover op he didn’t want to send her to in the first place.

It’s not that he’s jealous because he isn’t, at least not of Viper, but Hotch’s seen what undercover jobs do to agents like her: smart and capable and pretty, even though this is nothing like what Elle was forced to work on before she disappeared without a trace. He also knows that (Y/N)’s lived through worse circumstances herself out of the job, and this is more of a gathering intel kind of operation instead of something more dangerous, but, still.

Hotch’s not comfortable with sending his team into situations they do not feel prepared for, whether he’s romantically involved with them or not. He’s gotta ask. He can’t send another person he cares about into the lion’s den knowing they might not be tough enough to come back.

“Is something going on with Jordan?” (Y/N) brings him back down to earth easily, making conversation as she gets into her dress and Hotch walks the couple of steps he’s missing to reach her and give her his arm to hold onto as she works herself into it. “You, um, you asked me to keep an eye on her. And frankly, if you didn’t think we’d notice the tension going of off her in waves then you really underestimate us as profilers.”

“I… caught her in a lie,” Aaron grimaces at the recollection of their first visit to the Holden family, how Jordan had no problem to manipulate her way into the mind of the victim’s sister and her inability to realize how what she had done had been wrong, way off in how Hotch leads this team. “She cut a corner to get us in with the Holden family.”

“Did she misrepresent the Bureau?” (Y/N)’s expression sours momentarily, and she squeezes Hotch’s arm she was holding onto in thanks when she finishes fitting into her dress.

“She misinterpreted herself.”

“So, how long is she gonna be in the doghouse?” (Y/N) asks, turning around so her back is facing Hotch, who allows himself a moment to look at the skin of her shoulders and lower back before he’s slowly zipping the dress up. One hand on her semi naked shoulder holding her still and the other one working its way up her back, fingers steady and certain.

“Until she proves she’s competent,” he sighs, feeling awfully like the father of a teenage girl out of control, which, isn’t really freaking fair cause he’s got almost ten years before he has to deal with this coming from Jack. (Y/N) hums, trying to come off as indifferent, but Aaron has made himself familiar with every movement and sound of hers, he knows better than to think she’s letting the topic go. An eyebrow raises, hands on her waist when she turns around to meet his eye. “What?”

“That’s gonna be tricky if you’re scrutinizing her every move,” she challenges, and Hotch half scoffs half chuckles as he reaches her to keep himself busy, making sure the dress fits right, putting some of her hair back in place even though he knows it’s gonna come back to its spot as soon as he lets go.

“You seem to do alright, sweetheart,” he can’t help it, the nickname familiar on his mouth and, really, he’d opened that door in the first place when he came into the room asking for her and using her first name instead of her last, has been watching her and touching her ever since he came in, expecting a reaction from her just like the one she’s giving him now. (Y/N)’s arms are around his neck, their chests touching, faces close, he can smell her favorite perfume on her and almost taste the sweetness of her lipstick in his own mouth.

“Yeah, well, I’m sleeping with you, hotshot,” she disses him easily, clutching him a little tighter when his hands go from her waist to her hips, big enough to hold her completely and in place, her heart fluttering against her ribcage with affection for this hunk of a man. He smirks, almost knowing of the effect Hotch has on her and soon enough it’ll soften into a soft, fond grin that she’ll get cavities from just looking at it. “I hope you aren’t planning on using the same methods on her as you did on me, cause if you do then we might just have some disagreement on our hands.”

“Methods?” Hotch has to laugh, albeit quickly before he reels himself in. They’re in a private room but just barely, he’s smart enough to lock the door but also to not get too comfortable, forcing himself to remember there’s a reason she’s so well dressed up and its not just for him to undress her slowly later in the privacy of his room. “You make it sound like it’s my fault we ended up in bed together while really you were too busy pursuing me to notice any kind of ‘methods’ I might’ve tried to use on you.”

“Oh, I pursued you?” (Y/N) asks, mouth open in faux shock and embarrassment as she takes one arm off his neck to hit him in the chest, fighting him off a little when he places his own hand on top of hers but gives up quickly enough, fingers toying with his shirt and resting on top of his heart. “You are out of your mind, Aaron Hotchner.”

“You did kiss me first,” he recalls, which, yeah, it’s true, but that doesn’t mean Aaron gets to use it against her. He looks awfully smug when she gives him a deadpan look. It takes years off his face like not many things do, and (Y/N). (Y/N) loves him always, she loves him dark and broody, and sharp and focused but this, this is her favorite. A goof and a tease (Y/N) would give everything so he’s this happy, all the time. “Don’t think I forgot, I didn’t take a single drop of alcohol that night.”

“It’s not like I was drunk, either, you ass,” she reprimands, and if she weren’t almost ready to go, looking perfectly composed, Hotch would kiss the pout off of her face with little to no finesse. “Some of us need some liquid courage to do what others wouldn’t do at all, so. If anything, you’ve got me to thank that your methods actually ended up working like you meant them to.”

“Thank you,” he acknowledges, dropping a kiss to the apple of her cheek and another one to her forehead, making sure he doesn’t get in the way of any of her make up. She grins at him, opens her eyes after she’d closed them to soak up his affections and keep the memory of his touch for when she’s out there in the field, flirting with some guy she can barely stand. “I’d kiss you myself right now if you weren’t meant to be on your way, no liquid courage needed.”

“I’ll hold you up on that when we’re back home,” she bites her lip, risking having to reapply her lipstick all over again but worth it when Hotch’s eyes drop from her own and set on her mouth, suddenly darker with something else she really, really likes. “And, I think in order for Jordan to prove she’s good at this job, it’s not gonna happen under a magnifying glass. You’re gonna have to give her the opportunity.”

“You have something in mind?”

Her lips turn up in that satisfied way (Y/N) gets when she’s drop dead sure about something, whether it’s a lead on a case or that she has him wrapped around her finger. Hotch can’t wait for this case to be over, for them to be on the plane back home making eyes at each other and itching for the relief that comes to him when they’re finally alone.

He watches her walk away, out of the room with a sway on her hips, heels accentuating her legs and one last flirty look thrown his way as she turns her head back before she leaves the room for good, softening into a fond curve of the lips and, God. He loves her so, so much, he’s gotta wipe this whipped look off his face before Dave calls him out on it, tries to figure out who’s it for.

He won’t, and neither will the team, for a while. They’re years away from finding out, it won’t be until Hotch ends up in the hospital after the scars from one of his many encounters against Foyet come back to haunt him, leaving him passed out in the middle of a debrief and (Y/N)’s forced to make the trip to work on the case anyways. She frets and worries and breaks the news to the team on the way back while Aaron confesses to Garcia in his hospital room after he wakes up, disoriented from the pain meds and asking where his girlfriend is.

They’ll tease and whistle at them whenever they’re together for the rest of their lives, because they’re children in disguise as full functioning profilers and Hotch and (Y/N) will take it shamelessly. He’ll press a kiss to her head and wrap an arm around her neck while they’re out drinking after a case and (Y/N) will take the hand on her shoulder, nestle closer and flip them off just cause it makes Hotch laugh.

Right now, Aaron shakes his head, smiles to himself and towards the ground, a last couple of moments of bliss before he straightens his posture, leaves the room and meets Rossi in the corner of the precinct that was given to them for the duration of the case.

A couple more hours, he hopes, before they get to go home and he would make true of the promise he’d made.

special thanks to @writefasttalkevenfaster, @venusbarnes and @winterscaptain for providing so much hotch content that i felt the need to rewatch the show and write this in the matter of like,,, two hours. even if it’s a mess, oop, i always write a shit ton of description and feelings and shit and end up with big ass paragraphs that hurt my eyes. i SWEAR i’m working on that!!!!!

as always, i’d love to hear you guys’ opinions on this and i really hope you liked it, i’m working on a teen wolf work and a legends of tomorrow request next but i’m always open for suggestions or requests :)

thank you so much for reading! stay home and stay safe,

- e.

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1-800-roflmao · 3 years

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Wash Day Delight Pt. 1

Fandom: Undertale (Video Game)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Warnings Apply

Relationships: Papyrus (Undertale)/Reader, Papyrus (Undertale) & Reader

Characters: Papyrus (Undertale), Reader, Original Characters, Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Reader Is Not Frisk (Undertale), Reader Is Not Chara (Undertale), reader is poc, reader is mixed, Reader has curly hair, Undertale Monsters on the Surface, Friendship, Wholesome, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, I’m Bad At Summaries, Not Beta Read

*Felt a need to write a fiction about a reader with thick, curly hair. And the Papyri in her life wanting to get their hands in it.

“Girl, you’ve got a lot a hair!” She could feel the corner of her mouth tweak up in amusement beneath her mask. It would not be the first or last time she heard those words. Yet they always brought her amusement, especially considering the move she was about to pull next.

“What if I told you this was only half of it?” she challenged the woman, eyes lighting up mischievously, while her client’s eyes widened only a fraction before narrowing in suspicion. Oh, she loved doing this. Not another word could be uttered before she laid the papers in her hands down neatly against the counter and was digging her fingers gently into her curls. She threw her client a sly wink as she lifted her curls up from her nape and turned her face to the side. An intricate undercut was now fully on display. She had gone with a diamond pattern this time. They laid like neat scales, stretching and repeating from her temple down to her ear, and back to her nape before looping back around. Some were painted with a gold mica for a little accent.

She couldn’t help the little giggle that escaped as she heard the woman’s dramatic gasp. “You weren’t kidding!” She could hear the smile in the older woman’s voice and it warmed her that her antics and hair could bring joy to some. “Oh, I wish I had hair like yours…” She wouldn’t be saying that if she knew how much work this hair was. Plus, her hair had to be finicky to boot. “I’d never cut it! Oh, the things I could do with it!” The novelty would wear off she was sure. A wig would probably be a more practical option. Letting her hair fall back into place, she gently finger combed it and pulled on the ends to help situate it. “Was it..” she lifted a brow at the pause, her fingers releasing a curl and watching as it bounced back into place, hiding it’s true length as it coiled back up. “... oh… hard? Yes, hard to choose to cut it?”

Oh, that was an easy question to answer. “Nope.” The answer was short, but not curt. Her voice warm and her eyes curving with mirth at the other’s disbelieving look. “I’ve had my hair much shorter than this at one point. Actually had it shaved all around for a good bit,” she admitted with a shrug. She was pretty sure her client was pouting under her mask and that made her smile more beneath hers. She finally took this moment to look over the other. She saw nothing wrong with the older woman’s beautifully white hair. It was obviously well taken care of and so long as you weren’t looking for flaws, you couldn’t tell that the senior’s hair was thinning. Effort had been put in, most likely with rollers, layers, and hairspray, to fluff and shape the thin, delicate strands into a soft coif. “Your hair is beautiful as well. I can only hope mine looks as good as yours when I’m your age.” The compliment was just as genuine as it was meant to comfort.

She watched as thin shoulders dropped and the crows feet at the edge of her client’s eyes eased. “You’re too kind,” the old woman tittered. Hands just as thin with joints a little swollen from arthritis lifted to bashfully touch her hair.

“A friend of mine says one can never be too kind, Mrs…” the young woman rebuked lightly while letting her voice drift off towards the end, fishing for a name.

“Mrs. Ida Thomas,” the elder filled in, smile reaching her eyes. Those eyes dipped down to look for a name tag, but found it missing. Her eyes darted back up, flustered, after hearing a little chuckle from the young woman across the counter. She was spared any more embarrassment as the other provided her name with a hand outstretched over the desk, palm open and fingers gently splayed. Her darker skin tone stood out against Mrs. Ida’s nearly translucent hue as they shook.

“Now, Mrs. Thomas, why don’t we get back to why you initially came in here?” she prompted, releasing the other’s hand and picking up the papers she had put down earlier. It was back to business after those words as she lead the consultation.

It would be nearly two hours later before she would finally be showing Mrs. Ida out politely. The two had gotten off topic again, but the tinkling of the little bell from above the front door of her office broke through their conversation. If that hadn’t done it, the cheerful and unmistakably loud call of her name in a familiar voice through the small space would have certainly done it. She smothered a chuckle as Mrs. Ida lightly jumped in her seat at the volume and suddenness. “That would be my friend, Papyrus,” she stated like it provided all the answers needed.

Mrs. Ida only nodded, currently turned in her seat with a curious gaze locked on the doorway. They could hear sure steps getting closer and closer as he marched his way to the inner sanctum. “He is quite… enthusiastic,” the older woman carefully chose her words and the younger held back a snort in response. Oh, she had no idea. She counted the seconds down in her head before finally the door to her private office was thrown open and the towering figure of the monster skeleton stepped inside with a flourish and yet another loud call of her nickname. She was sure if he was wearing his battle armor that the little cape on it would have been blowing in the nonexistent wind. How this monster managed to break physics always astounded her. Instead, he was dressed in blue training shorts and a loose pastel sweater over top his usual black tights that clung to his bones. On his feet were thankfully a pair of bright red trainers, rather than his fire engine red boots. Atleast they matched the just as bright red gloves.

“THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS HERE TO FULFILL HIS DUTIES AS THE GREATEST FRIE-” his monologue broke off as he finally took in the additional, apparently unexpected occupant of the office. “OH!” he jolted, empty sockets widening comically before he gathered himself and cleared his nonexistent throat, “Oh.” His volume dipped to what could be considered an “inside voice” considerately. The poor old woman had at first been in awe at the tall skeleton monster, but that awe had been replaced with a strained expression at the booming voice bouncing and filling the small space. The young woman was sure the skeleton had noticed and being the sweetheart he is, he had lowered his voice for the old woman’s comfort.

Before the moment of silence could stretch into something awkward, she gently tapped a nail on her desktop and then pushed herself to stand with one palm pressed flat to the smooth wood. With her other hand, she waved to the skeleton monster, “Papi-rus,” she greeted, having to stop herself from saying his nickname at the moment. She pouted under her mask as she noticed the little quirk to his teeth that gave away he was very much aware of her slip. She powered on and nodded her head to her client, “I was just finishing with Ms. Ida here,” she informed, introducing the two at the same time.

Ms. Ida seemed at a loss for words as Papyrus bounced back with a gloved hand thrust forward enthusiastically for a handshake. “Consider Yourself Lucky To Have Met THE GREAT PAPYRUS This Day, Hu- MRS. IDA!” She held in an inelegant snort at her friend’s efforts to keep his volume under control. Bless him. And bless Mrs. Ida who seemed even more starstruck, but thankfully had recovered just enough to lift a hand and take his. The old woman was now blinking at their hands as the skeleton’s much larger one gently gripped hers and was soon joined his other, sandwiching hers. She still hadn’t said a word and it took the young woman finally releasing a giggle to knock her out her stupor.

“Oh, goodness me! I have been so rude,” Mrs. Ida gasped, eyes lifting to look up at the skeleton who had leaned down with a concerned tilt to his teeth and scrunch to his surprisingly malleable eye sockets. “And I’ve worried you, I apologize, sweetie,” she went to hide behind her free hand, but seemed to think better of it and instead patted his hands that were still gripped around one of her own.

“Nyeh Heh Heh! It Is Quite Alright.” Papyrus’s words, but mostly his genuine laughter as his features brightened up seemed to melt the tension from the elder. “Afterall, That Sort of Reaction Is Expected-” the younger watched her client blink as the skeleton monster struck a pose. He stood tall, head held high, and one hand pressed to his purposely puffed chest with fingers splayed dramatically. His expression couldn’t look more smug and proud… then again, this was Papyrus. He could find a way and considering she had met some of his cousins, she knew it was possible. “-When One Meets A Skeleton As Cool As I Am! Wink!”

She could see her client’s eyes crinkling as she was undoubtedly smiling under her mask up at the monster. If it wouldn’t ruin the moment, she’d have taken a picture of the wholesome moment for memories. Instead, she gently tapped at her phone’s screen and it illuminated, displaying the time. Eyes widening briefly, she glanced up at the clock on the wall as well before sparing a glance out the window. The sun was not visible, but the world wasn’t quite dark yet. It was the cool colors of twilight that dominated the world outside. “It’s later than I realized,” she commented, mostly to herself, but the other two occupants still heard her and broke from their idle chatter.

Mrs. Ida peeked out the window as well before looking at her own wrist watch with a chuckle. Papyrus nodded in affirmation with arms crossed, not bothering to look outside or look to any clock. No, his focus was acutely on the youngest human in the room. Though his sockets lacked any eyelights, she could feel his gaze on her as those sockets narrowed. Leave it to Papyrus to scold her without saying a word; though she’s sure he’s practically vibrating in his metaphorical boots to lecture her. The reason he did not expect any guests in her office was because she should have been closing up a good hour ago and been ready to go by the time he stepped through her door. He was always punctual and most times early.

Subconsciously, she twirled and pinched a curl at the nape of her neck as she looked away guiltily to the oh so interesting texture of the wood floors.

Mrs. Ida giggled at the silent exchange. Just what had she interrupted? Had they had a date planned? As amusing and precious as it was to watch the two, she would take pity on the girl. A smirk curved her lips under her mask as she decided to help the young agent out. She released a dramatic sigh before looking over and up to Papyrus. “Mind giving an old woman a hand? These joints of mine get stiff when I’ve idled too long,” she beckoned with an outstretched hand. It worked like a charm as the skeleton’s attention was immediately focused on the old woman. Once again, her hand was swamped in his gloved digits and with surprising care for someone so boisterous, he helped her stand.

“Stiff Joints Are Never Fun. I Would Know!” he joked, beaming as he earned yet another soft titter from the frail looking human before him. She looked so small and her hand, it felt… fragile. Like if he gripped too hard or moved too harshly, she would break. He offered his other hand for her to grip as well as she straightened up and steadied herself.

“I’m sure you do,” Mrs. Ida playfully replied. Her eyes moved back to the young woman who had finally left from behind her desk and now stood before the duo. “I’m sorry about taking up all your time like this,” she dipped her head to the young woman who quickly responded with raised palms and a shake of her head.

“You have nothing to apologize for, Mrs. Ida,” she assured. “It’s not your fault you make such good company,” she complimented, a teasing lilt to her voice as her eyes crinkled due to her hidden smile.

The old woman hushed the younger with feigned embarrassment. “Flatterer,” she accused lightly and didn’t bother to hide an unlady-like snort as her agent just wiggled her eyebrows in response.

Papyrus hummed as he listened to the exchange. He spared an anxious glance out the window and resisted tapping his toes in impatience. Not that he didn’t enjoy meeting new people--new potential friends--, he simply wished to spend time with his already established friend for their usual outing. “I Feel I Need To Remind You Two Of What Time it Is.” The statement did not have the intended affect as the two women simply laughed after a small lull to stare up at him. “NYEH!” His little burst seemed to only make their mirth worse, “THIS IS SERIOUS. WE HAVE PRIOR ARRANGEMENTS TO GET TO!” he was pouting and he knew it, but another glance at the clock and his sockets were narrowing as he leveled an accusing glare on his human friend. “CORRECTION! WE SHOULD ALREADY BE THERE!”

Mrs. Ida was thankful for the serotonin these two had blessed her with this evening as even the skeleton’s loss of volume control couldn’t bring her down at this point. “You two are just adorable!” she was practically cooing. After taking a deep breath in and slowly releasing, she felt the giggles dissipate. “Apologies, Papyrus, Dear, but it’s a southern thing.”

A beat of silence, then. “WHAT DOES A CARDINAL DIRECTION HAVE TO DO WITH THIS?” Yet another snort left the woman and she had to bring a hand up to hover in front of her masked mouth to suppress another bout of laughter.

Fighting her own battle against a bout of giggles, the young woman managed to speak up. “She’s referring to a geographical region, Papyrus,” she clarified, “It’s a running joke that southerners don’t know how to say goodbye since they take forever to part ways.” Both women watched the monster take in the information and sighing as he nodded firmly, indicating he understood. Not a moment later they were jumping as he straightened up, one hand on his hip, and the other pointing to his roof before swinging down. Once his hand stopped, the humans found themselves staring down his finger as the skeleton somehow managed to aim an even toothier grin at them.

“AS THE ONLY ONE HERE NOT A ‘SOUTHERNER,’ ALLOW ME TO BESTOW ON YOU HUMANS THE MOST EFFICIENT WAYS TO SAY GOODBYE!” Papyrus declared, his tone exuberant, but unable to completely mask the sassy, sly lilt from his friend. Mrs. Ida, though, was none the wiser and just found the whole idea of being taught how to say goodbye entertaining. She nodded, agreeing to play along. “PERFECT! STEP ONE! LOOK AT EACH OTHER.” The two human women humored him as they made eye contact. Mrs. Ida gave the young woman an admonishing look as she wiggled those brows again. Thankfully, their teacher did not notice, or maybe he was just ignoring their antics. “GOOD! NOW, STEP TWO. REPEAT AFTER ME: GOOD NIGHT!”

It was such an abrupt order that both women just blinked in disbelief. The younger recovered first with a meager shake of her head and a giggle, “Good night, Mrs. Ida!” With a little nod to her client, the old woman replied with a just as enthusiastic farewell.

Papyrus nodded in approval with only a small narrowing of his eye sockets at the two as they giggled. “FINAL STEP: PART WAYS!” he stated with a flourished wave of his hand to the doorway. A tap on his arm brought his attention back to his friend who was gesturing for him to bend down. He did so with minimal complaint, but only completely quit his grumping as she set a hand on his shoulder and leaned in to whisper in his metaphorical ear.

Mrs. Ida had only glanced at the doorway and just barely gotten to take a step before she was jumping in place as a loud gasp filled the room. Before she could question what had happened, she felt as if she was floating for a moment as she was quite literally swept off her feet and into Papyrus’s arms. She couldn’t have been more thankful for the mask mandate as it hid most of her quickly reddening face. She hadn’t been held in years, much less lifted so effortlessly. She was too stunned and flustered to utter any sort of protest.

“Sorry about that, ma’am, but with it getting dark outside, it would ease my mind if you allowed Papyrus to escort you to your car?” The old woman simply blinked at her junior and then up at the lad who currently had her suspended. Escorting was one thing, but to be carried?

“AND I FELT IN MY INFINITE WISDOM, IT WOULD BE MOST EFFICIENT IF I CARRIED YOU,” the skeleton interjected, reminding her that he had been aiming to teach them “efficient goodbyes.” “YOU ALSO STATED EARLIER THAT YOUR JOINTS GET STIFF. THIS WAY YOU DON’T HAVE TO STRAIN!” he added, proud and eager, “NO WORRIES ABOUT ME. MY BONES AND JOINTS ARE IN TIP TOP SHAPE! AND YOU, HUMAN IDA, ARE NO CHALLENGE TO HOLD!”

The elder just nodded along. “You were right, I was pretty lucky to meet you today,” she recalled his introduction fondly. With a final wave goodbye and short parting words, Mrs. Ida found herself being swept out the room, through a short hall, small waiting area, and finally out the front door.

That tinkling of a bell signaling to the young woman currently straightening her office and filing away papers that her client was gone and she now had until Papyrus got back to finish up.

Papyrus eased his impatience by thinking of his current task as training. A very easy warm up. A very unexpected, unplanned warm up. The elderly human’s… Mrs. Ida’s weight in his arms was no challenge; and despite the buzz in limbs begging him to move faster, the memory of her frail hands and aching bones helped keep him grounded. He settled into a steady, swift pace. His long legs covering plenty of ground with each step.

At first, the two had been chatting idly and he had been quick to get her to point out where she had parked. It was alarming to learn she had not parked anywhere and he had been confused until she mentioned she had “caught” a cab. Her little giggle as she took the time to explain what she meant and that she had not literally CAUGHT a cab. He admits he is still figuring out humans’ rather creative use of words or language. She’d even taken the time to explain “euphemisms” to him as he brought her to the nearest bus stop after a quick google to check the schedule and location.

“EUPHEMISMS SEEM LIKE SOMETHING MY BROTHER WOULD ENJOY,” he had commented. Mentally, he added on that his brother would probably catch on to them easier as well. Sans, along a couple of his “cousins,” was a walking dictionary, considering his preference for crossword puzzles. Maybe his puns would improve in cleverness if he introduced him to the world of euphemisms. One could only hope. Thankfully, he had plenty of that. The conversation had continued, easy and casual, until finally the bus stop came into view and the bus just rolling up.

Papyrus picked up his pace just a bit and secured his grip on his passenger. Mrs. Ida managed to loose an arm to wave as both called to the driver to wait up. The bus remained idle thankfully and once they slowed to a stop before the door, it slid open to a rather plump man sitting in the driver’s seat who simply tipped his hat to them. “Lucky I saw you two in the rear view,” his words brought forth yet another little giggle for the old woman.

“Today is just my lucky day, it seems!” she boasted, tapping Papyrus’s shoulder as he eased her onto her own feet. The driver had gotten up and stood on the steps, hand held out to help his elder up the steps.

“Goodness, all of you are going to have me spoiled by time I get home,” she teased, taking the young man’s hand and letting him guide her up onto the step. She could feel Papyrus kept a steadying hand at her back. What a sweet gentle monster.

“Oh! Before I forget,” she chirped and turned to look over her shoulder at the skeleton. Said skeleton didn’t bother hiding his widening smile as she still had to look up at him despite her standing on the top step at this point. She had simply huffed and set a hand on her hip, “Go easy on her, big guy.” If he had eyebrows, one would have been raised at her warning tone. Before he could even part his teeth to ask her to elaborate, she was speaking again, “Unless that’s what you two are into.” If his tongue was summoned, he’d be choking on it. The driver was doing so for him as he could hear the portly human coughing and beating at his chest. “Enjoy the rest of your evening, Papyrus,” she finished with a wink and her tone was so cheeky, even his dense skull knew what she was implying.

It wasn’t until the doors of the bus had closed that he could practically feel his skull burning with excess magic summoned to surface in his embarrassment. He buried his face in his hands, trying his best to muffle his flustered screech. It didn’t do much. As streets down, some poor soul was wondering if they had left their tea kettle on.

#mrs ida stole the show #she ships it #curly haired reader #thick hair #this part was mostly a warm up #meat/plot is next #papyrus #papyrus x y/n #papyrus x self insert #papyrus x reader #poc reader #skin color is only mentioned once #but feel the need to tag it despite it being vague #mrs ida is just pale #papyrus is a golden retriever #a sassy one though #fanfic #fanfiction #undertale

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danny-chase · 3 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman (Comics), Batgirl (Comics) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cassandra Cain & Stephanie Brown Characters: Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, Dick Grayson (mentioned), Tim Drake (mentioned), Damian Wayne (Mentioned), Alfred Pennyworth (mentioned) - Character Additional Tags: Cassandra Cain is Black Bat, 2009 Batfam vibes, Stephanie Brown is Batgirl, talks about the batgirl mantle, Cass comes home to Gotham, technically she's Cassandra Wayne in this, but idk if people use that tag, Girl Talks, possibly romantic, no beta we die like Cass, POV Cassandra Cain, Cassandra Cain and Stephanie Brown centric, mentions Gates of Gotham, you don't need to read it though, Cass comes home from Hong Kong, sorry Bruce is dead folks, takes place in Dick!Bats era, sliding around in socks, a wee bit of fluff, Cassandra Cain gets a hug, Stephanie Brown Gets a Hug, because i think they should hug, romance or not, late night conversation between besties Summary:

Cass has a surprise visitor after returning home from Hong Kong. She hasn't been in Gotham long, a lot's changed, but there are still people here she's happy to see.

Cass glided through the halls of the penthouse; the floors were perfect for sliding around in her socks. Though, ‘halls’ was being generous, she supposed. It was large, the rooms were spacious, but there were only two hallways. So much smaller than the manor. Less rooms, though more people, and plenty of space to fit them all.

She could hear the chatter from the kitchen. The boys had decided to play a board game before she’d gotten back for the night. Dick wanted her to join in for the next round, but she found those games a little boring, and she wouldn’t fall for Tim’s puppy dog eyes tonight. But… she was tempted. It was a collaborative game, they’d explained. You don’t fight each other, you work together. That part, she liked.

She brushed past Tim’s guest room, which was slowly becoming more permanent. The door was cracked open, and she peeked inside. Neat and tidy, with trinkets lining his desk and shelves. Tim had changed a lot; his room was never this clean before. On a hunch she poked her head around the door. Behind it sat a mound of dirty clothes, just next to the bathroom door. Smiling to herself, she noted the mess of products on the sink. He’d changed, but not all the way.

Damian’s door, she found closed all the way. Tim said he liked privacy, so she moved on. Dick’s door was wide open. The room was empty, aside from a messy bed. Hers was the same.

At least she thought her room was empty.

As she approached, she heard something moving inside, or someone. Whoever it was, was light on their feet, not very large, in the range of 120-150 pounds, and a bit anxious. The door was closed. She thought for a moment, and swiftly threw the door open, without making a sound.

A blond girl in jeans and a green sweater stared out the window at the night sky.

“Stephanie?” She recognized. The girl jumped and swiveled around.

“Cass?” A joyous grin broke out across her face, though her shoulders stayed tense and anxious. They quickly strode toward each other and met in the middle of the room. Steph’s hands twitched, reaching up, as if asking for-

Cass buried Steph in a hug at the realization. Steph laughed, giggling at her enthusiasm, and squeezed her back tightly. “I missed you.” They said at the same time. Steph laughed again in delight.

They parted, and Steph sat on the edge of the bed, Cass following suit. She still looked a bit nervous but radiated happiness as well. They sat there, staring at each other for a moment. Cass smiled, also a bit anxiously, but eagerly, she hadn’t seen her oldest friend in forever.

“Are you back for good?” Steph broke the silence. Cass nodded, she’d decided, after the gates of Gotham case, to stay. The family had fallen apart after Bruce had died, but she was ready to give it another shot, and so far, things were going well. Board games, movie nights. ‘Team bonding’, Dick called it. It had only been a week, but she’d gotten a turn to pick already. Rooftop tag. It was fun.

“Things are good.” She replied. Damian was starting to trust her, and Dick and Tim were happy. And well, she was happy too. She loved having her own city, but it’d been lonely. Spending time with people was exhausting, but her family made it easier somehow.

“That’s good.” Steph replied. Not a lie, but she still looked anxious. A thought flashed through her mind.

“You’re not happy I’m home?” She asked quickly, her heart sinking at the notion. Steph’s eyes widened in surprise.

“What? No! Cass, I’m so happy you came back.” Not a lie. Cass sighed in relief, she didn’t want anyone to be upset she was back.

“Then why are you nervous?” Steph’s hands were fidgeting slightly, hadn’t stopped since they’d met.

“Huh, I’m not- Okay never mind.” Her shoulders dropped sheepishly. “I can’t lie to you, can I?”

“Nope.” Cass popped the p, just like Steph used to whenever they talked before. No one could lie to her. Well. Almost no one.

“Okay but… promise you won’t be mad.” She looked serious. Cass nodded slowly, watching as Steph pulled a box off the corner of the bed and carefully opened the lid. Her old Batgirl costume was inside.

“Why would I get mad over that?” She gave the suit to Steph after all, she had her Black Bat suit now.

“You let me borrow it and I ruined it!” Steph’s voice was guilty. Cass looked at the costume again. Bullet holes and tears marked it.

“Are you okay?” Cass asked, those were a lot of holes.

“Ugh, none of us deserve you.” Grateful. For what? Cass tilted her head to show the confusion. “I thought you would be mad because you can’t use it anymore. I thought you would want it back.” Cass shrugged.

“I have a new suit now.” She assessed. She didn’t really care what she wore. Besides, if she wanted another Batgirl costume, Alfred could make one.

“Don’t you… want to be Batgirl again?” Steph sounded concerned, but Cass wasn’t sure why.

“I’m always Batgirl.” Cass stated. She thought for a moment. “Like Tim is still Robin.” It didn’t matter what they called each other; they were still them. “And you’re always a Spoil-sport.” She grinned smugly at the pun. Steph rolled her eyes, but she was amused.

“Well, you can be Batgirl if you want. I kind of miss eggplant.” Her eyes twinkled mischievously, and the corners of her lips twitched up into a smile.

“It’s a good color on you.” Cass agreed.

“How about, we both be Batgirl, and we can switch costumes, and no one will know who’s coming.” Stephanie grinned in excitement. Cass grinned too. It sounded fun.

“Deal.” She flopped back on her bed. Steph followed suit. “How was Gotham?”

“It’s been wild. It’s different, you know.” Cass hummed in agreement. “I’m in college now, that’s going well. My mom’s working as a nurse. I mean, you’re right, things are good. It’s just… different.”

“Batman and Robin.” Cass noted. Steph sighed.

“Yeah, I mean it sucks Bruce died, but Dick’s doing great. And Damian’s coming around.” Steph shifted, turning to face her. “I’m sorry he died, I know he just adopted you, that must suck.” Cass took a deep breath, watching sympathy pour out of Steph’s baby blue eyes. It did suck. Her chest panged in regret, wishing they’d had more time together. But she didn’t want to focus on the past.

“Yes.” She thought for a moment. “I still don’t understand.” She confessed. Butterflies swirled in her stomach, she didn’t want to make Steph upset, but she needed to know. “Why did you leave?” It had hurt, felt like her world was ending. It had hurt Tim too, and Bruce. Steph grimaced, she was clearly uncomfortable, rolling back, she faced the ceiling once more.

“I was mad at first. I didn’t really choose to go.” She admitted. Cass understood, she’d been made to do things she hadn’t wanted to do before. It sucked. “But it was good too. It took time to heal.” She pointed at her head. “Up here too.”

“You hit your head?” Cass had been shot in the head once. Wasn’t fun.

“No like. I needed to think things out. Get in the right headspace.” She shook her head, not really understanding.

“Why’d you go to Hong Kong?” Steph asked. She thought for a moment.

“It hurt. To be around people.” She wasn’t sure how to describe it. She couldn’t stay in the manor. It was painful to be in the Cave. She never bled, but her chest had always ached, and something felt stuck in her throat. So, she left. And being alone hurt too, but in a different way. Steph looked at her sympathetically.

“That’s why I stayed, thinking about coming back hurt. I was scared, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I just… didn’t know what to do.” Groaning, she rolled over again. “It’s a mess.” Regretful. But a little hopeful. “Can we… still be friends?” The hope made her heart flutter.

“Yep.” She agreed. Steph smiled, warmly, like the sun.

“Thanks Cassie.” She didn’t really understand what she was being thanked for, but as the nickname rolled off Stephanie’s tongue, she felt more at home than she had in years. They lay still, enjoying each other’s company for a while longer.

Eventually, Steph sat up, hopping off the bed. “Alright, let’s go do something fun kay? How bout we go kick the guys’ asses at Just Dance.”

“Wait.” Cass walked over to her suitcase. “I got you something.” She pulled out a box. She’d collected things, from everywhere she visited. Picked up things that reminded her of family. She hadn’t really planned on giving them away, but now she had the real people, she didn’t need them anymore. She pulled out a purple ‘Lucky Cat’.

“Oh my gosh! I love it!” Steph cradled it carefully in her hands. “Cass this is so sweet, I love it.” Cass beamed; she liked it too. And she made Steph happy with it, maybe it really was lucky. Steph smiled wider, clasping her hand and dragging her out through the hall, running so she could slide behind her on the perfectly slippery floors.

And so, with whatever luck the cat could grant them, they were on their way to kicking butt at Just Dance. As the night wore on, laughs grew louder, and Cass was reminded again, how things had changed, but how change wasn’t always bad. The penthouse wasn’t as big as the Manor, and Gotham wasn’t as big as Hong Kong, but with her family, somehow her life seemed larger, and fuller again.

Things could have turned out better, but they could have been worse too. And they would get better. Much better, as long as they all stuck together. There would be more difficult conversations to be had, but it was reassuring, knowing that after all they’d been through, she still had her best friend by her side.

#my writing #Cassandra Cain #Cassandra Wayne #sorry was stuck in a Steph Cass mood after the crocs story #so this happened #actually nope not apologizing #I love them both romantically and platonically together #read whichever way you prefer

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snarkwrites · 3 years

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six sexy words | reggie mantle; let me take care of you.

Notes:

Oh hello, hi. Guess whose inspiration has finally come back from the war? A while back, I was linked this really neat prompt list by a dear friend of mine and it.. Sparked a few things. So… I guess this is me, starting a new one shots collection?

All of these come from my own mind and I don’t take requests for one shots / prompts, btw.

This is the prelude to my Riverdale fic Gangsta. It kind of... explains how Alyssa wound up getting with Reggie in the first place. Events have been moved around / misplaced, etc.. Anyway.. yeah. I know nobody asked for this but here ya go.

Prompts:

taken from either [ HERE ] or [ HERE ] give or take. It could be one or the other or a mix of both at my own choosing.

catching his gaze lingering on you, i still remember everything about you, let me take care of you were the prompts used here.

Fandom / Character:

Riverdale | Reggie Mantle x Andrews!Sibling OFC, Alyssa

Fic Alyssa Appears In:

[ here ] - read at your own risk. looose af canon compliance and some kind of dark themes are present (kind of an older guy manipulating a younger girl then stalking her sitch so be warned) and are hinted at here.

Warnings:

This one is kind of.. angsty. And there are some dark hints that people reading the fic linked above will pick up on. They're only vaguely hinted at here, btw, so... yeah.

A backstory literally no one asked for, lmaoooo.

Tagging:

@BRITHEDEMONSPAWN is the only one currently on my Riverdale tag list, so…

** if you want to be tagged in my Riverdale stuff, lmk!!**

Other Stuff:

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I looked up just as Reggie looked down. I could feel the weight of his stare every single time he shifted his gaze towards where I sat in the back booth of the diner.

A strawberry milkshake sat in front of me, untouched. I wasn’t even sure why I was at Pop’s. It’s pretty much the only place for all the lovey-dovey couples of Riverdale to come out on a Friday night anymore and I had to be a glutton for punishment because I knew that this meant the odds of me having a Valentine’s solo date in public, where people would look at me and judge or feel sorry for me for whatever reason, were high.

Not that it bothered me, but when you can feel everyone around you watching you like you’re a landmine or something, it gets old real quick.

A chair scraping loudly against the tiled floor of the diner as it was dragged over drew me out of my own thoughts and I braced myself. Preparing myself to look up from my phone and Snapchats that I had open to find Cheryl or Veronica or Betty sitting there, a sympathetic look in their eyes.

Instead, I looked up from a Snap my friend back in Chicago had sent me and my mouth opened in surprise a little because Reggie sat there, the backwards facing chair pressing into his chest.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“It’s just another Friday.” I muttered, shrugging as I took a few noisy slurps of my milkshake and eyed him. “No hot female company tonight?” I gave him a mocked look of shock as I said it, laughing softly when his response was to pout right back at me.

“I mean, if you count the red-head I’m currently lookin at and I’ve been tryin to talk to all night, then yeah.” Reggie answered.

His answer caught me off guard and as a result, some of the strawberry milkshake went down the wrong way and I choked a little. Reggie chuckled, reaching over to lightly pop me between the shoulder a few times as he gazed at me in concern and amusement. “You good, princess?”

“Super. That would’ve been one hell of an obit though. Girl dies on Valentine’s Day while drinking a milkshake alone and nearly choking to death on strawberry bits.” I laughed and Reggie raised a brow.

“Guess dark humor isn’t your forte, huh?” I teased gently and Reggie gave a quiet chuckle.

“So… How are you feeling about being back in Riverdale?”

“It is what it is.” I answered, shrugging as my eyes wandered around the diner, taking in all the happy couples of Riverdale High.

My gaze settled on Reggie again and I struggled to come up with something even halfway passing as a conversation starter. Maybe that wouldn’t have been such a struggle for me if I’d stop getting lost in the depths of dark brown eyes… Or the way his tongue trailed ever so slowly over the outline of his mouth.

I found myself wondering why he was even over here talking to me to begin with. There was a booth full of River Vixens further towards the back, all laughing and whispering, and yes, occasionally calling his name.

I locked eyes with one of them and the sour look she gave me had me rolling my eyes.

“Hey, it’s gettin late. I doubt Andrews would want his sister walkin home alone…” Reggie trailed off under my amused gaze. I gave a soft laugh, finishing the last of my milkshake.

“Are you asking permission to walk me home, Reggie?”

“What if I am, baby girl?”

“First of all, it’s Alyssa…” I reminded him knowing fully well that it’d go in one ear and out the other, because it always has with him. Reggie’s been a nickname kind of guy for as long as I’ve known him and been friends with him. It’s nice to see that some things haven’t changed, even if at times that can be a little bit grating.

Baby girl just… has negative ties to it for me at the moment.

I winced at the thought and Reggie chuckled. “Okay, princess. Gotcha.” he muttered, leaning in a little. Reaching out and swiping his thumb over my bottom lip. I tried so hard not to tense up or flinch and I found myself hoping against hope that the little bit I did tense up went unnoticed.

I didn’t feel like answering questions and I didn’t want Reggie thinking I was weird or he’d offended me or something because honestly, he hadn’t. The whole thing was a me problem and it was one I was trying not to think about because I just wanted it all completely behind me. Forgotten about.

“You okay?” he asked, a brow raised as he eyed me in concern.

Crap. He noticed.

Apparently, the fact that he’s observant as hell hasn’t changed either.

I gave a soft laugh and nodded. “I just wasn’t expecting that. But it’s okay.” I quickly offered.

Deeper down, I have to admit… If so much hadn’t happened to me in Chicago, I’d definitely be falling hard and fast for Reggie Mantle all over again right now.

I did feel something. A sliver of a spark.

,, Don’t even think about it. The last time you felt sparks, you wound up getting in way over your head. Look where that got you, Alyssa…” that nagging little voice in the back of my mind spoke up, drowning out any and all other thoughts.

He’s my friend. Walking home with a friend isn’t a bad thing.

,, as long as it stops at friendship. Do you really think he’s just going to settle for you? He’s one of the big men on campus. Every girl wants him. Why would he choose you with all your current issues and that big nasty past of yours hanging over your head, threatening to ruin everything?” - and with that thought acknowledged, I smiled and cleared my throat. Breaking through his thoughtful daze with a soft laugh. “Earth to Mantle… You in there?”

“Yeah, yeah. I was just thinkin.”

“About?” I asked the question before I could stop myself.

“About how nice it is havin you back in Riverdale, Alyssa. You were always one of my favorite people.”

I smiled fondly.

Sitting down the styrofoam cup I’d drained of it’s contents, I rose up from my spot on the booth and held out my hand. “C’mon, lug.. If you insist on walking me home, we should probably get going… Stupid town curfew.”

“It is kind of dumb, huh? I mean, it’s not like we actually have a serial killer here.”

“It’s not like we don’t either. Sorry. I watch too many true crime documentaries.”

“No, you just lived in that big city too long. You forgot how safe and isolated it really is here.” Reggie chuckled. He slipped an arm around me and I tensed a little before I could stop myself.

I know he noticed it again, but he lowered his arm. Gave me an apologetic smile.

“Hey… do they still have those swings out behind the elementary?” I asked as we stepped out of the diner. He eyed me and smiled. “Yeah, why?”

“Well, since we do have a little bit of time left before I absolutely must be walking in my father’s door, I thought maybe we could go sit on them and talk? Like we used to? For old times sake?”

Reggie gave a soft grin. “I’d like that.”

“Just don’t try to send me into orbit like the last time I let you push me, okay?”

Reggie chuckled, rubbing his chin thoughtfully as he stared down at me.

I snapped my fingers in his face. “Hey…”

“Yeah, yeah. Look, I make no promises.” Reggie teased. I pouted up at him and we started to walk across the parking lot.

“You’re a lot quieter now, Alyssa. Skittish.. Are you sure you’re okay? I still remember everything about you and you weren’t skittish at all… If you wanna talk about it, you know you can talk to me, right?” Reggie asked as we walked towards the playground down the block. I sighed quietly.

“I’m not!” I spoke up, glancing up at him. Hoping he’d buy it and not keep pushing. Because I’m just not ready to talk about what I managed to get myself caught up in. And you just don’t want to see the disgusted look in his eyes when you do talk about it and he realizes just how stupid and pathetic you really are, the thought came but I shoved it out quickly. For the next minute or two, that heavy silence settled between us. I didn’t address the fact that he said I could talk to him. I know I could but… I just can’t right now. I need time. I need to get my head around everything.

And I don’t want to deal with the disgust I know he’ll probably feel. I know he will because I feel it, every single time I look at myself in the mirror. My parents and Archie keep insisting it’s not my fault, but all I can see is that I was the one who willingly got involved with the people I got involved with in the first place. I’m not stupid. I had to know that Dave didn’t really give a shit. That he was probably using me to stroke his own massive ego. That he purposely picked me when he sensed some deep hidden vulnerability. But I’m the one who let it happen. And I’m the one who let it go on for as long as it did and I allowed it to get to the scary point that it got to…

So yeah.. Pretty sure I don’t want to dump all this on Reggie Mantle and then see him look at me differently. I just… can’t.

I want to, but I can’t.

I hugged myself when the wind picked up, wishing I’d had the common sense to grab a thicker jacket before I left my dad’s house earlier. Reggie stopped our walk and slipped off his letterman’s jacket, holding it out. I eyed it and then him.

“Oh no. No. I’m not about to get my ass kicked by your fanclub.” I teased gently.

In reality, I knew that having the scent of his cologne so close to me would probably stick with me. It’d be too much temptation. Taking his jacket was a slippery slope.

“C’mon. Stop being so stubborn, woman. Look at you, shivering right now… You always took care of me back then. Let me take care of you, okay?”

He stepped closer. Not too close. Close enough that I knew if things were different, I’d totally be pouting right now because I’d want him closer. Before I could answer him, he slipped the jacket around my shoulders and I gave a soft and amused laugh. “Better, Reggie?”

“Yeah.” he answered. I tried not to notice it, but I couldn’t help myself. His eyes darted down and settled on my lips. His gaze lingered.

My heart hammered just a little harder against my chest.

I swallowed hard and cleared my throat, trying not to think about the way he was looking at me currently and the way it made me feel. Because someone’s made me feel that way before but they turned out to be the most toxic person I’ve ever known.

I just.. I don’t know if I can trust myself or anyone else right now.

But I want to. God, I want to.

#reggie mantle #reggie mantle fanfiction #reggie mantle fanfic #reggie mantle imagine #reggie mantle one shot #reggie mantle imagines #reggie mantle oneshot #my writing ; reggie mantle #my fics ; reggie mantle #my oneshots ; reggie mantle #// look at me go! two in a day!#// i am... rusty. but i'm trying to work through it #// pretty sure this too will flop but oh well. it is what it is.#// this is part of my riverdale fic - it's the 'prelude' if you will. kind of sets up things that have happened in the fic #// literally no one asked for this but I wanted it so ya'll get it #// suffer with me

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raphianna · 3 years

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So, a while ago, I re-watched a few Sanders Sides episodes, and some of them really made me think about the characters themselves and some ships. I, don’t know whether or not to count the Asides videos as a part of the true Sides episodes. I think they’re just cool, but important instances in Thomas’ life involving the Sides not truly canon to the Sides episodes. Sorry if I’m wrong.

I know I’m not the first one to give my opinion like this, how I feel on certain ships, so I’m sorry in advance if I’m basically saying things other people have already...

And I apologise if Prinxiety seems more... talked or thought about than others. This was at first just about Prinxiety, but then I started thinking on some other ships as well :)

Now I’ll be honest, before I ever fully got into the Sander Sides fandom and really knew who the characters were, I did sort of ship Prinxiety and Logicality, because those were the ships I saw the most when I started seeing Sanders Sides in my social feed. But I still was iffy about shipping them as I hardly knew anything about them.

However, when I started watching the videos once I found Thomas’ channel, I began questioning why Roman and Virgil(before I knew their names) were shipped.

Mainly because through the episodes that involved Roman and Virgil, whenever Virgil made an appearance, Roman always made his dislike of Virgil quite known. He never treated him nicely, gave him mean nicknames many times, and in general didn’t seem to want him there.

However, there was a nice moment between him and Virgil as cited in The Dark Side of Disney at 5:45 at the end card:

Roman: Okay, uh, how about Mulan? Virgil: There’s never a wrong time to dress in drag. Roman: Lion King! Virgil: There’s never a wrong time to dress in drag-- Both: --and do the hula! AAAAAAAAAAAAA

And this was BEFORE any character development between the two, so, there, maybe I could see them being frenemies or something like that.

Then there was the Accepting Anxiety videos. In the first video near the end, it was made painfully clear that Roman did not like Virgil as evident at 7:18, where Thomas pointed it out in flashbacks

That was redeemed in the second video, where at 7:11, Roman went through a character arc where he realised how important Virgil was to the group:

Roman: Anxiety, you’re... what pushes Thomas to rehearse and rehearse before performances. You are that nervousness that he feels right before going on stage, but just as he does so... you ease up. And... you let his excitement and passion for performance take over. I think that’s as good a sign as any that you’re willing to work as a team. And that you make us... better.

Which by then, I saw them as going from barely acquaintances to friends throughout videos as Roman tried to be more understanding and nice to Virgil.

In the most recent Asides video, it shows how much they care about each other- Roman sees that Virgil is nervous and tries using alternate, less direct ways to get the man’s attention at first. And when those don’t work, and Roman decides to give up, Virgil rushes out of his comfort zone to help Roman and give Thomas a chance.

But in the first Asides video, Roman says at 10:21:

Roman: Look, this is how I show my love.

After Logan points out he rigged the vote to watch Frozen, then made fun of it. I then saw people in the comments saying that Roman makes fun of Virgil, that means he could love him.

And I’m like... no... that, shouldn’t be how it’s perceived because that’s toxic. You wouldn’t want a friend that insults you around, much less be in a romantic relationship with you.

And it’s revealed in the Selfishness v. Selflessness Redux that Roman has low self confidence and needs someone to be there for him.

Sadly for me, that person isn’t Virgil. He tends to take insults directed at him lying down and even contributes to them. (’Less modest, more self-deprecating ... I talk bad about myself’; 9:47, Fitting In (Hogwarts Houses!))

I do not believe they would work together as a couple, especially with SvS Redux as the current video with so many issues unresolved and a lot of them feeling pretty down at the moment. But after working through their issues that they both have, sure, they could be a couple, but, I believe they could be closer friends more than anything.

Likewise, I don’t think Logicality would work, as both Logan and Patton have issues that need to be worked as well. I know this pairing is the second most popular in the fandom, but, from what I’ve seen, it just wouldn’t work.

Patton is controlling and a little forceful, even though he doesn’t mean to be. I saw this mainly in Learning New Things About Ourselves and Selfishness v. Selflessness. In LNTAO, Patton repeatedly tried to force Logan into doing something he didn’t want to do.

And in Selfishness v Selflessness, Patton was rather forceful and insistent that Thomas was a good person and could do no wrong. And yes, I am aware that in both cases, Patton was able to learn from these things and grow as a person.

But these instances show that Patton is very open and emotional. Whereas Logan is the opposite. He’s cold and can be distant, and only faintly expresses how he feels. The one that really stuck out to me was Logan saying how he wasn’t a joke, also in LNTAO.

With someone like that, you can’t pressure them to express themselves- that will only lead to hurting the person and maybe yourself as well in the process.

To me, this couple, if they got together, their relationship would have major bumps and problems. Logan has a hard time expressing and Patton has a hard time backing down- but if these issues were worked on, they’d be a nice couple I suppose.

I do however believe that Analogical and Royality would work.

For Analogical, this pairing works- it really does.

Not even speaking for Sanders Sides here for a minute, logic tends to calm anxiety down. I myself have used logic in midst of anxiety/panic attacks. It takes a while, but anxiety will listen to logic and ease up after a while.

Throughout the series, Logan and Virgil have never once really been rude to each other.

In fact, they rarely lash out at each other and help each other more than anything.

I’ve seen this mainly in My NEGATIVE Thinking, Fitting In (Hogwarts Houses!), the Moving On videos, and a bit of Dealing With INSTRUSIVE THOUGHTS.

In MNT, Logan in a sense made Virgil feel better about his ‘attempts’ at the debate. In FI(HH!), he agreed with Virgil’s concerns about standing out and seemed the most eager to help him. In the Moving On videos, he and Virgil were unspokenly working together, and Logan was the first to realise Virgil was having a panic attack and tried to help him. In DWIT, Logan helped Virgil understand that he was right and those dark thoughts didn’t have any true meaning to Thomas’ character.

There was also that bit in the Sanders Sides Q&A!, where Virgil said that Logan understanding reality comforted him. :)

I also did like The Sanders Sides 12 Days of Christmas! for Virgil gently explaining to Logan how insults work ^^

Logan is the rock that Virgil needs, and Virgil can give Logan a hand to know when he needs to take his time.

Their relationship would be a bit rocky at first, with both Logan and Virgil unable to really express the correct emotions. That being said, they are the two Sides able to best read the air and understand certain gestures. So when they open up, I think they’d be able to really understand each other :)

For Royality, in terms of how they treat each other, I really think this pairing would work. These two seem to be the Sides that show most emotion and seem to encourage each other a lot. And quite a few times, they wordlessly agree with each other.

I saw these things mainly in Am I ORIGINAL?, Growing Up, and Moving On Part 2.

In AIO, Patton was supportive of all Roman’s ideas and helped him feel better about not having an original idea all the time. In Growing Up, Roman and the others are reminded of Patton’s contributions to the group, and he has the biggest reaction in my opinion(’That is... Wow, I am ashamed of myself!’; 10:58, Growing Up) and both of them helped with the Mind Palace. And in Moving On, Part 2, Roman admitted that he might’ve been hurting Patton by holding onto the past. On a less sad note on the same video, I also liked that after Logan gave Patton his cat hoodie, Roman conjured puppies for him~

Of course, as it goes with all couples, they’d still have problems, as no one is perfect, but for me, they’d have the least problems.

I’m going to mention one more pairing: Remus/Janus. I, don’t know their ship name .-.

Truth be told, I don’t know how they’d totally function, since they haven’t truly interacted in front of us yet, but going by Dealing With INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS, and how they were portrayed there, I think they’d work.

Going by Remus’ song:

‘Speaking of honesty, recently a snake offered me a morsel from the tree of knowledge. He said, ‘You’re wanting to be more honest and be direct dealing with your issues? No longer will you deceive yourself about the ugliness within you.’ Neat!’, 7:54

This shows that Janus does care about Remus and wants him happy, and Remus appreciates the attention. Most likely because Janus is the only one who doesn’t view Remus as disgusting.

I think this ship could work, but have its ups and downs- mainly because picturing these two together, I’m just seeing a chaotic duo lol.

I’m going by all of the Sanders Sides videos in order, and as I said before, with SvS Redux as the current video, a few of these ships just would not work. But as the series progresses and the above issues are tackled, yes, these ships could work. Though I personally ship Analogical, Royality, and Remus/Janus.

I hope that I put an equal amount of thought into each ship after Prinxiety- I really tried to see every aspect of every possible relationship I listed and hope they’re all equally fair. I’m not by any means attacking any ship and I hope I don’t give off that impression- I was just listing my opinions on each based on how the series is currently.

Thanks for reading :)

#sanders sides #my thoughts on pairings #not all of them #prinxiety #logicality #analogical #royality #remus/janus #i'm trying

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chicgeekgirl89 · 4 years

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Teamsgiving 2019: A Squid and the Dagger Story

Fandom: NCIS LA

Characters: Full Team plus a few guests

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“Ma!! Mama!!” Deeks bellowed from the bar dining room.

“Martin, how many times do I have to tell you not to yell for your mother?” Roberta stepped out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel. “If you need me, come find me.”

Deeks was not in the mood for a lecture. “What the hell is this?” He gestured at the long dining table running through the middle of the room.

“It’s a table Martin. A table that I helped you set this morning.”

“No, I mean this!” He thrust a butter dish at her with a frown on his face.

“Oh that. I ran out of butter for the potatoes so I used a little.”

“A little?! Mama, you beheaded him!” Sure enough, the tiny, turkey-shaped butter was headless.

“Well he’s just going to get eaten anyway. What’s the big deal if he lost his noggin a little early?”

“I can’t serve headless turkeys to our guests!”

“Well I hate to break this to you dear, but the turkey currently in the oven is also headless. I’m sure no one will mind.” She patted his cheek and turned to go. “And if you’d like me to finish cooking said turkey, I’d suggest you refrain from any more criticism!”

Both his mother and Kensi had encouraged him to give up the idea of hosting a “teamsgiving” at the bar, citing that the kitchen was too small to cook for the number of people invited. He’d plowed ahead anyway, stating that he had a second kitchen upstairs. It didn’t matter that Callen lived in the same room as that kitchen. He was sure their team leader wouldn’t mind.

As it turned out Callen did mind, but after a lot of smooth talking and several promises for updates to other things in the apartment, he’d given in. Deeks had left him babysitting the stuffing and gravy while he’d gone downstairs to check on his mother, the butter-turkey murderer. Deeks glared down at the offending bird and then set it down on the table in disgust. His first problem had been allowing anybody else to help with this dinner. Clearly no one knew what they were doing.

His second problem was that Kensi wasn’t there yet with the pies. He checked his watch and then pulled out his phone to text her just as she walked in the door. “Babe, where have you been? I thought you’d be here like an hour ago,” Deeks said as she set several boxes on the side table.

“Sorry,” she gave him a peck on the cheek. “The pies took longer to bake than I thought.”

The word “bake” sent a trickle of fear down Deeks’ spine. “Bake? What do you mean bake? I thought you were picking the pies up at the store.”

“Well I was going to,” she told him. “But then I thought, how hard could a pie be? It’s just a crust with stuff in it.”

“Oh no. No, no, no.” Deeks put his hands on her cheeks, squishing them together. “Kensi. Kensalina. My darling wife. Tell me, tell me, that you did not bake these pies on your own.”

She swatted him away and glared in annoyance. “Yes, Deeks, I baked the pies. And you’re welcome.”

“But Kens, you can’t bake,” Deeks said weakly. “Remember the Christmas cookie incident of 2018? And the brownie debacle of 2017? I can still smell the smoke when I open the cabinet over the stove.”

Kensi huffed. “I just wanted to give it a try. See? Look. They’re fine.”

They did look okay, all three of them lined up inside the boxes she’d brought in. Deeks swallowed his panic and tried to move on. “Okay. Okay fine. It’s fine. We have lots of ice cream anyway. That will cover up whatever these taste like.”

Kensi’s glare turned even stonier. “You know, for someone hosting a Thanksgiving dinner, you’re not being very thankful.”

“I just want things to be perfect!” Deeks said.

“Yeah, well, maybe you should think about the true meaning of the holiday.” She headed for the stairs.

“Where are you going? You said you’d help me get the drinks ready!”

“I’m going to see if Callen needs any help!”

She opened the upstairs door without knocking and slammed it shut behind her.

Deeks was left to make his Thanksgiving cocktails on his own. He’d just barely finished with the last glass when the door to the bar opened and Nell and Eric came in. “Hey! Welcome!” Deeks rushed over and took the casserole dish from Nell. “Welcome to Teamsgiving!”

“We’re glad to be here,” Nell said. “That’s sweet potato casserole. It should go in the oven until we’re ready to eat.”

“I’ll take that.” Roberta appeared and whisked the dish away into the kitchen. “I’ll just see what I can move around in here to get it in!” she yelled pointedly at her son as she walked past.

“Can we help with anything?” Eric asked as Deeks handed them each a drink. “I’m an excellent dishwasher.”

“No, just come on in, relax, enjoy yourselves. Sam should be by any minute and Callen’s just upstairs—“

The door opened again and Sam came in, but he wasn’t alone. “What’s up Deeks?” he said with a grin. “I hope you don’t mind, I brought a friend.”

“Katherine. What a surprise,” Deeks said, his mind mentally calculating exactly how many dinner rolls that left per person. “Come in. The more the merrier!”

He pressed drinks into their hands as Callen and Kensi came downstairs bearing the gravy and stuffing. “Well hello Katherine,” Callen said with a gigantic smirk on his face. “Good to see you. Did we know you were coming?”

“Well I never say no to pie,” she told him.

“You might say it this time,” Deeks muttered, glancing at Kensi to make sure she hadn’t heard.

The door opened a third time and Hetty strolled in, her eyes taking a critical look around the room. “Well, this is quite the establishment Mr. Deeks,” she said. “I’m so glad I had the opportunity to come and see it for myself.”

“Hetty! What can I get you?” Deeks asked. “Whiskey?”

“I prefer scotch please. Neat.”

“Coming right up.”

“Turkey’s done!” Roberta shouted from the kitchen. A few seconds later she appeared, bearing a gigantic tray “Everybody get settled down while it’s hot.”

As they scraped their chairs back to get seated there was a knock on the door. Deeks looked around the room counting people and then at Kensi who shrugged. “We’re all here, right?” Callen said, as the knock sounded again.

“Oh that’s for me.” Roberta fluffed her hair, and straightened her dress. “I invited a guest.”

“A guest? Mama, you didn’t tell me about this, we’re not going to have enough rolls!” Deeks hissed as she walked by him and opened the door. “Well hello AK!” she crooned. “Come inside.”

“I have brought best vodka for team Thanksgiving celebration,” an extremely familiar voice boomed.

Every eye at the table widened. “No,” Deeks whispered. “Oh god no.”

“Hello friends!” Arkady Kolcheck himself stepped through the door, a broad smile on his face, the bottle of aforementioned vodka held high. “I am come to celebrate this beautiful American holiday with you!”

Callen turned a pointed look at Deeks. “Did you know about this?”

Deeks shook his head. He could feel tension creeping into his shoulders. “I did not. But I think I’ll turn in my badge because I definitely should have anticipated it.”

“Sit right here by me AK,” Roberta said, ushering him to a chair.

“Oh no.” He pulled out her chair with a dramatic flair. “It is always the ladies first my Robbie.”

Kensi wrinkled her nose. “Did you know your mom and Arkady had nicknames for each other?”

“No, I did not and I wish I still did not,” Deeks said, pouring himself a very large glass of wine.

“But I see one friend I do not know,” Arkady said once he was settled. “Hello lovely lady. I am Arkady Kolcheck, best friend of G Callen—“

“No.” Callen shook his head.

“—And good friend to rest of NCIS team,” Arkady said. “And you are?”

“I’m Katherine,” she said. “A friend of Sam’s.”

Arkady’s eyes immediately began to sparkle. “Oh, a special lady friend. If you have any questions about my good friend Sam Hanna, I am happy to answer them. We have known each other many, many years now.”

“I don’t want to sit across from him all night,” Sam said immediately.

“Well I’m not sitting across from him,” Callen said.

“That’s enough from the two of you,” Hetty said from the head of the table. “We are all here to have a good time together. Mr. Deeks I think a toast is in order.”

The senior agents settled back into their seats with a grumble. Deeks saw Eric and Nell exchange amused looks before both taking large sips from their glasses. “Ah, well thank you Hetty,” Deeks said. “And thank you everyone for coming. It’s uh, it’s truly a gift to have you all here.”

He glanced down at Kensi. She took his hand and squeezed it, all pie comments forgiven. He looked around the table, taking in every face he saw. The faces of his friends. The faces of his family, such as they were. Ten years ago he never would have imagined something like this. And today, he had it all. “I couldn’t ask for a better group of people to share a table and a life with. I know I don’t just speak for myself when I say, everyone in this room has earned their spot here, one way or another. And I’m grateful for every, single one of you.” He cleared his throat. “So let’s eat.”

It turned out having two extra people around didn’t damage the mood of the evening after all. The drinks flowed freely and so did the conversation. Katherine was actually a lot of fun and Eric and Nell were completely on board with Arkady dragging out the karaoke machine and breaking into “Don’t Go Breaking My Heart” halfway through dinner.

“Okay, here you go,” Kensi said, serving up pie as the evening grew late.

“This looks great Kensi,” Callen said.

“I can smell all the cinnamon and spices,” Eric said, taking a bite.

His face changed immediately and he began to chew very slowly. Callen also took a forkful, his eyes widening in obvious discomfort.

Kensi was oblivious to the sudden mood change around the table as one after another, everyone took a bite of pie. That was, until Arkady tucked into his piece. He choked and spat it into a napkin.

Kensi’s jaw dropped. “Seriously Arkady?”

“I’m sorry Kensi, but that is horseshit,” Arkady told her bluntly.

“Well it might not be top of the line but it can’t be that bad.” She plopped herself down next to Deeks and took a big forkful. Her eyebrows shot up and she looked at her husband. “I must have mixed up the salt and the sugar,” she said guiltily.

He shook his head. Only Kensi. “Sorry?” she said, not looking particularly apologetic at all.

He kissed the top of her head. “It’s all right.”

“No it’s not. I want dessert,” Callen said.

“There’s ice cream in the freezer. Help yourself,” Deeks said.

“I’ll get it!” Eric shot out of his chair. “I spent many days in my youth working at a Coldstone Creamery.”

“I don’t know what the hell any of that means, but I’ll have vanilla,” Sam said.

“Vanilla?” Katherine asked skeptically. “You’re asking for the most boring flavor?”

“I will take a hot cup of tea instead Mr. Beale,” Hetty requested.

“I’ll help.” Nell got up and started clearing plates as Roberta did the same.

Deeks settled back into his chair, Kensi rested her head on his shoulder and he put an arm around her. It might not have been a perfect Teamsgiving, but it turned out it was exactly the one he’d always wanted.

#NCIS LA #NCIS Los Angeles #Marty Deeks #Kensi Blye #Roberta Deeks #G Callen #Sam Hanna #Nell Jones #Eric Beale #Arkady Kolcheck #Thanksgiving #Teamsgiving 2019 #The Squid and the Dagger #Bar stories #The bar #Hetty Lange

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bananagrin · 4 years

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GIᐯE ᗰE ᗩ ᑕᕼᗩᖇᗩᑕTEᖇ

*jazzy ditty plays*

Why I like them

Steelbeak is just a really fun villain to watch. He genuinely looks like a cool, collected individual- until he gets his ass handed to him every episode. This Bond-esque New York-style gangster dandy, with his huge brawn and deadly beak, is still a chicken at the end of the day, and that’s pretty funny.

He’s also kind of intriguing because of how much we don’t know about him. He obviously leads his own action-heavy life outside of fighting Darkwing Duck; and then there’s the matter of his beak. A disabled bad guy is always neat. I wouldn’t mind an episode centering entirely on a day in the life of Steelbeak.

Why I don’t

He’s not exactly a mushy guy - unlike Megavolt, who could be excused due to his insanity, Steelbeak’s brains aren’t scrambled in the slightest, and he was still fully willing to beat a child to death with his own two hands. He also doesn’t have a great attitude towards women.

Favorite episode (scene if movie)

Tiff of the Titans

Favorite season/movie

Ay, who’s askin’?

Favorite line

“Oh, my dry cleaner’s gonna love this!” as he jumps into a sewer. The delivery always gets to me.

Favorite outfit

The new DT17 one, actually. They just changed a color, but still.

OTP

As if Steelbeak would ever settle with anybody... However, I’d like to think that he isn’t entirely unromantic. I like the notion that there’s been a few high level F.O.W.L. ladies, and maybe one or two spies from S.H.U.S.H., who have managed to play him instead of the other way around.

Brotp

You know, it’s kind of odd that they didn’t show Steelbeak hangin’ with anybody outside of like, Ammonia Pine. He seems like the kind of guy who’d have a ring of friends. Or maybe he just wants a bunch of Eggheads to fawn over him...

Head Canon

Let’s see... Ya know what, I think he’s the youngest recurring villain DW has, aside from Splatter Phoenix. There’s Megavolt and Negaduck, who are Drake’s age (35-ish?), Bud Fludd and Quackerjack (who I’ve both pegged at around 40-45) and Reginald Bushroot (who looks older, around 45-55). In comparison, Steelbeak looks like he could be late twenties-early thirties. That’s just me though. I mainly like the idea of him being younger than Darkwing.

Unpopular opinion

Again, I don’t really have one; I think he’s well characterized in the fandom. Hmm... I don’t think he’d get along with Negaduck all that well? Steelbeak’s in F.O.W.L. solely for money and power; Negaduck is a sadist. I can think of a few instances he’d actually fight Negaduck if Negaduck was bent on destroying something valuable to F.O.W.L. - like, uh, St. Canard.

A wish

I hope Rob Paulsen returns to voice him in DT17!

An oh-god-please-don’t-ever-happen

I... I really don’t know... Uh, don’t kill any kids, please? Thanks

5 words to best describe them

Polished, sharp-tongued, smarmy, B E E F Y, professional

My nickname for them

I’m sorry did I seriously not mention how much of a beefcake this fucking chicken is? Look at him, how does he not topple over with the skinny little legs. Where the hell did it come from, Panchito is the size of his fist. Why did he need a steel beak when he could just rip you in half with his bare hands my god

#steelbeak #dwd

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rubecso · 5 years

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Fictober Day 14

Prompt: “Secrets? I love secrets.”

Fandom: Vampire: the Requiem

Rating: Teens and up

Warnings: Violence, blood.

“Out on business, boss?”

Sharp Eyes collared Si on his way out of the club. He stopped with his hand on the handle and sighed. He’d thought he might get out unseen if he went out through the staff entrance, but the Mekhet lived up to his nickname.

“None of yours, Sharp.”

“Oh, secrets?” He sidled closer. “I love secrets.”

Si rolled his eyes.

“Of course you do.”

Sharp frowned, adjusting the orange pocket-square in his second-hand suit. He thought it made him look like Frank Sinatra (it did not).

“Meaning?”

“Meaning you’re a stereotype.”

Sharp shrugged. “I’m just comfortable in myself.”

“I’m happy for you. Now go make sure the next act is ready.”

As he stepped out into the chilly night, Si stuffed his hands in his coat pockets and his features settled into a resting scowl. That Mekhet was too curious by half. He’d have kicked him out months back (maybe kicked him somewhere else while he was at it), but then he’d have to answer to the Invictus higher-up on whose ‘suggestion’ he’d brought him in. Si wasn’t convinced Sharp’s nosiness wasn’t the reason he’d been sent his way. Always good to have an eye on the underlings.

He shook his head. No use worrying about it now.

His hand patted his breast pocket unconsciously, feeling the shape of the straight razor tucked inside.

* * *

The little green door was the only sign that the high, stone walls hid anything at all. It had no sign on it. Si would probably have walked straight past if he hadn’t been looking for it, and he suspected many of the locals did just that every day. The lot next to it was a building site, as was the one opposite. Half-finished blocks of flats. The promised developments set to transform the area were already underway.

The lock was a little stiff, but after a couple tries the key proved worth the favour he’d exchanged for it. The door opened out to reveal rows of gravestones, some upright and some lying flat. Dotted in between were the leafless skeletons of trees; tall, pale birches and squat, tangled figs.

Si followed the rough path that weaved between the stones, casting his eye over each in turn, occasionally bending down to brush away moss and lichen to better read the names. Finally he found what he was looking for, tucked between a Beronson and a Weissman. The first three names on the stone were partially worn away, but the fourth one was more fresh:

Esther Gantseleiwitz: 1875-1954

“Evening, Ma.”

He stood silently for a while, hands in his coat pockets. He hadn’t planned this far.

“Grave’s looking neat,” he said in the end, “S’pose Sarah’s been by. You know she’s a bubbe now?”

His mouth twisted in something just too bitter to be a smile.

“They named him Joshua.” He shrugged. “Probably ain’t bad luck, given the particular circumstances.”

Another silence, broken only by the skittering of some small creature along the base of the wall.

“They’re gonna go ahead and demolish this site.” he said after a while, “Moving you all out to West Ham, I’m told.”

He held up his hand as if preempting a response.

“I checked. It ain’t a mixed cemetery.”

* * *

Before he could push open the green door, Si froze. His head cocked a fraction of an inch to the side. His nostrils flared. He took a single breath out, in. His muscles coiled.

Then he sprung. A shape emerged from the shadows around the entrance, melting into view as Joe slammed the now-visible figure against the wall. In the dim light of the cemetery, you could just make out the orange square tucked into the intruder’s pocket.

The razor was out and in his hand and pressed to Sharp Eyes’ throat before Si realised it.

“What. The fuck. Are you doing here?”

The Mekhet’s breaths came shallow and quick. Si was close enough he could feel it.

“I thought...”

“What?” His hand was steady on the razor but his eyes were wild. “That you’d catch me hunting on claimed ground? That you’d find out about some bit of side business you could tell the bosses about?”

Sharp Eyes tittered nervously.

“...that it might be interesting?”

Si’s grip tightened. It was all he could do not to press down.

(And part of him, the part that wasn’t quite him but was woven into him too much to be separated, told him that was exactly what he needed to do. Because if the Mekhet had done it once he’d do it again, because you never knew what could be used against you, because he had stolen something Si would never have given away and now the only thing to do was to destroy it…)

He closed his eyes. Grit his teeth. Sucked in a breath through his nose and expelled it again.

He would have gotten a handle on it. He’d done it plenty of times before. He would have managed it, if Sharp Eyes had kept his fucking mouth shut.

“So... that’s what Gantsy is short for?”

He knew it wasn’t worth it. Knew it from the second the blade went down and in and through, and again, and again. Knew it as the blood ran down his arm and drenched his coat. Knew it as he let the body fall with a thud at his feet.

He knew it wasn’t worth it. But try telling that to the Beast.

#fictober19 #vampire: the requiem #cw: violence #cw: blood #more backstory for my Crucible LRP character #in case it's unclear Si is the same character as Yosiah from the other one #He's had a few names over the years #Fictober's had to take a back seat for my uni assignment writing #But twist! This is both a Fictober fic *and* related to my uni assignment

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cass-chan12 · 5 years

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Felony of the Heart (Ch 1)

Fandom: Fairy Tail Genre: Romance and Friendship Pairing: Main- NaLu. Sides- Gajevy, Gruvia and Jerza

Summary: What would you do if you were forced into a school that deals with Delinquents and young adults that have committed felonies? Lucy Heartfilia would rather chance it than going back home to being married off. What lies ahead for the blonde is unknown but she's convinced she can make it through with him by her side

CHAPTER ONE

"Fear doesn't shut you down; it wakes you up" - Veronica Roth

The car ride was unbearably long.

It felt as if time was slowing down just for me to think about everything that's happened in the past few months. The same question popped up every few minutes in my head and the small voice speaking sounded bitterer every time the word was repeated:

Why?

That same word haunted me throughout the drive, but presented itself in different questions.

'Why was he sending me away?'

'Why am I being treated like this?'

'Why was he not with me?'

And one last question kept me anxious but it wasn't 'why', it was 'where':

Where was I being taken too?

I kept looking at the surroundings and places that passed, and the further we travelled the more clueless I became. The driver looked like he was out of his element too; and he had to rely on his GPS. I'd asked him several times if he knew but he kept telling me the same thing.

"I'm just a driver."

What did that mean? That he wasn't supposed to speak out of term because it's not his place, or that he genuinely didn't know? But my irritation got the better of me and I snapped at the driver, he didn't even flinch. I just huffed and lay down in the back seat refusing to look outside and let my mind wonder. I closed my eyes seeing if I could try to sleep.

The driver noticed and said something which I assumed he wasn't supposed to tell me.

"Your father is already there waiting for you."

My eyes shot open and leaned up to look at him; waiting to see if he had anything else to tell me. He remained quiet and focused on the road, eyes dull from where I could see in the rear view mirror.

My eyes looked towards where his focused ones where. Where we are heading is an ocean of trees, what looked to be an abandoned forest. The sign I saw finally alerted me whereabouts we were.

We were near Nirvit.

Near is not precisely the right word but it was the closest town I could think of. This forest did look like a great ocean, and unbeknownst to me I can't tell how much further we need to go. I leaned myself on the window and noticed how deep and dark they looked as we went further in. There was an occasional dam and animal I saw but as we reached the middle the road dipped revealing a waterfall and plenty of tall mountains. It would have been nice if we were headed to a camping site, but that would be the funniest thing I've heard in a long time.

What exactly is awaiting me?

I figure it wasn't something good; considering I haven't been the most compliant or obedient. Maybe I'll be abandoned in the middle of nowhere… one could only wish. The pit of my stomach is telling me that wherever we're heading, it won't be good.

Lost in my own imagination, I was brought back by a subtle cough. My eyes gazed to the large figure in the distance. As we were driving closer I was looking for a sign of some sorts to see what the building ahead was. A large sign appeared near the building gates, reading the sign my mouth went dry and eyes were starting to sting of fresh tears.

'Nirvit's school and correctional centre for Delinquents'

A tear slipped out and reached my trembling lips. Why was I here? What is father doing? Why am I so out of the loop? I don't even know what is going too happen but the tears from my eyes are telling me something else.

The driver spoke up again "Don't let him see you this way Miss Lucy."

I tried to respond but my hand came instantly to my face to wipe the tears away. As the car reached inside the gate of the large estate my tears where gone and I stifled the remaining tears coming. The door on the side of me was opened and the driver was waiting for me to get out. My body refused to move knowing what's to come but his pleading eyes begged me to get out. Slowly I did, while observing the estate, which seemed kinda dark. The shade of the trees let in very little sunlight as well as the grey colour of the school. Students everywhere were maintaining the estate and the students looked worn down and miserable in their grey uniforms.

It looked like a prison.

The car door was closed behind me and took me out my daze. The driver patted me for reassurance as we both spotted my father and another man next to him, he was an elderly looking man with long white hair and beard and he had a black patch over one eye. My body was frozen and I felt chills when they both walked up to me with the same look in their eyes.

"Miss Heartfilia it's a pleasure to meet you. I am Master Hades; principal of this fine establishment." He said smoothly reaching his hand out for a hand shake.

I looked down at his hand and frowned, refusing to lift my hand to shake it. Because of that decision my father growled.

"Lucy, shake the man's hand" he ordered.

I just stared at him with an angry expression as he did with me. Mr Hades brought his hand down and looked to my father.

"It's alright Jude. It is the reason she's here, no need to fret."

I was right; I was staying here. A mixture of pain and anger fell on me overflowing to my eyes were I promised it shouldn't go.

"I'm not staying here" in my shaky voice I stared at the two men who looked annoyed.

My father sighed "I came to say goodbye. I'll come collect you when you start being compliant. Master Hades will look over to your schooling and disciplining." He turned on his heel to the car he came in.

I felt like screaming. I tried to, but only a loud sob came out while talking "If that's the case I'll never leave this school. I will never go back to that house."

Whether he heard me or not, two men nudged me towards one of the buildings. I took one last look to my driver.

"Good bye Lucy"

"Goodbye Loke"

The men escorting me weren't gentle;they held my arms with a vice-like grip, which probably left a few bruises, as they guided me to who-knows-where. We reached what seemed to be the girls' dorm. A pretty woman stood by the entrance; she had long black hair and very pale skin. She gave off a vibe of fear despite her appearance. The feeling of looking down on people emitted from her too.

Her dark orbs looked to the men who dragged me here "Kawazu, Yomazu you may leave."

The two men released their hold on me and walked back to what I assumed was the main house.

"My name is Ultear and I'm the girls house mother. I don't accept nicknames or prefixes." She said while opening the door and walking inside.

I followed her in the dull building past many rooms with bunk beds and several bathrooms. The noise of the building was quiet; seeing as the students should be in class by now. We walked up a stair case to the second floor to a room that had girls in; the noise level was kind of dreary. Ultear let me in through the door first which was utterly awkward. All eyes were on me and silence blanketed the room.

"Your bed is the corner by the window, your uniform is on top so put it on now." She told me.

She turned to the room to speak again "Orientation and confessionals are in 20 minutes. Be ready upon my next arrival."

I didn't mean to but I grabbed her hand and got an angry look from her. "Sorry" I mumbled "but where is my luggage?"

She ripped her hand from mine "We're going through it first. You'll receive it after OC." She hastily exited whilst I stood in the middle of the room extremely confused. I felt the eyes of the others girls on me so I moved to my bed to change.

I wasn't sure how to feel to be honest. The relief of not seeing my father till who knows when was great but that being said; I have no clue if this place is any better. All I felt was loneliness and a terrible need to see my friends back at the house again. I didn't even see my mother's grave before I left.

I remembered I don't have a lot of time to think about that since Ultear really did put the fear of God in me. I slipped the shapeless grey dress on and put my feet in the hideous black school shoes. Most of the girls tied their hairs but I didn't have a scrunchy to use so I left my hair down with my blue ribbon in.

On cue, Ultear appeared back for us to follow her to whatever we were doing next. We came to a building that held plain rooms with chairs forming a big circle. Ultear waited for someone else to arrive and she looked a bit impatient. I looked to the other side of the courtyard and saw a man with his grey hair style in the same manner as Elvis. He wore tinted glasses too add to his look. Behind him were a group of boys confirming my question on whether it was an all-girl school or not.

We stood altogether in neat lines waiting for the next thing to happen. She held a clipboard with the Grey headed teacher. "Listen up; you'll be divided into six rooms for orientation and confessionals. A teacher will be in there and will direct you from there."

She called out names to separate us; I ended up in room six. As I walked in, the teacher in this room was incredibly scary looking. His feral grin was like the ones you see in a serial killer movie, and his eyes were piercing and fierce with red. His blonde hair was long and out of control; like he didn't bother brushing it that morning. I sat myself down next to a petite girl with short blue hair and on the other side of me sat a boy with dark short hair and dark eyes. I felt extremely out of place, reason being that most of these guys in here have committed real felonies.

After the room was filled the blonde teacher laughed wickedly "Welcome students to Nirvit's school and correctional centre for Delinquents,or personally, I call it HELL for short." All of us stiffened and kept quiet, I would probably agree with him on this being hell.

"Right brats I'm Zancrow and this is how O.C works. We start with Confessionals and I share all the grim surface details of why you're all here, whether you don't want the details told is not my problem. If you cry, yell, or cause a fight, then consider yourselves stuck with community service for the month" he said in a happy tone.

He looked at his clipboard and from what I could see there were pictures on the sheet, he smiled and walked near me but stopped in front of the blue haired girl instead.

"Levy McGarden age 17 and charged with Internet Fraud. Was caught with 100 000 jewels in her piggy bank." The blue haired bowed her head in shame as Zancrow read his notes. "Anything to add Miss McGarden?" he smiled at her.

"I only did it to get enough money and run away from home." She admitted

"Sure you did" Zancrow sneered.

He walked over to another girl with longer blue hair and a black haired guy with piercings in his face. "Juvia Lockser and Gajeel Redfox. Both charged on the same account of damage of property. Woah! You flooded the school and the mayor's house!" Zancrow again laughed extremely loud, Juvia and Gajeel looked at each other and shrugged.

"Gray Fullbuster." Zancrow carried on with the list "Charged with theft and public display of nudity… Nudity?" Zancrow looked at him with disbelieve "You lived in the tundra, why the hell would you run around naked idiot?!"

I looked at Gray who was sitting beside me and subtly moved away from him. Zancrow noticed and bursted in laughter again "Well that's my favourite case so far, who's next…"

He walked around the circle and stopped in front of a very beautiful girl with vibrant red hair. He looked down to his board again and gazed around the room until he found who he was looking for. His eyes found said person; a boy around 19 or 20, shaggy blue hair and had a tattoo on one side of his face. You could tell how sadistic Zancrow is by the look of his smile; it looked utterly disgusting.

"Erza Scarlet and Jellal Fernandez, charged with gang association and drug smuggling." Zancrow read before turning to Jellal "Says here that Erza pleaded not guilty, why is that Mr Fernandez?"

Jellal brought his face to look at Zancrow's, he was careful not to show any emotion "She was a friend and tried to stop me from doing something stupid" he explained in a monotone voice.

"But you got her too involved. That was a dick move Fernandez" he laughed "And now she won't even look you in the eye" he said in a mocking tone.

"Shut up Zancrow" a new voice said.

Everyone's eyes, including mine, shot to the person who told off Zancrow. I caught my breath lightly at who it was. Near Jellal sat a pink haired boy looking about 17 or 18, his eyes wear slanted and black as coal and his sneer showed his sharp canines that looked similar to Zancrow's.

"What you say, punk?" Zancrow asked indignantly.

The boy looked up to Zancrow and stood up, showing he was the same height as Zancrow, and more than capable of having an even fight with him. "I said shut up asshole. This confessional is more like who is the biggest screw up. We came to the school to not get reminded of the shitty things we did. If you want a confessional it should come willingly." The boy had a good point and by the looks of it the whole room agreed with him.

Zancrow's look of anger simmered down and he stood back "Fine then, introduce yourself boy and fess up."

The boy stood up without a second guess and looked at Zancrow with disgust. "My name is Natsu Dragneel and I'm a pyromaniac. I burnt down my home and many abandoned homes in Magnolia. The state recognizes me as a great psycho and decided to send me to this shit hole" he sat back down with no other words said.

Zancrow mumbled a few words to himself like 'crazy little shit', along those lines and I didn't noticed till right then I was the only person left for the confessional. Zancrow's eyes locked with mine and my whole body froze under his gaze. His lips curled grossly and walked menacingly toward me.

"Lucy Heartfilia, your file was the first I read and the funniest."

I gulped

"You have no clue why you're here right?" he asked

I tried not to notice everyone else's gazes on me but I had to answer fast "Not really."

He chuckled under his breath and sighed "Boy I saved the best for last. Says here you ran away from home more times than your father can count, and you attacked a few of your suitors. My God your father is certainly wicked sending you here just to break you."

Natsu was about to speak up again but I beat him to it "This place may be hell to you and everyone else, but it's a safe haven for me. He'll never break me so it looks like I'll be a permanent resident here." I said in a strong tone.

Before the class knew it Zancrow had nothing snarky to reply accept "Then welcome to Hell Miss Heartfilia."

After another gruelling hour we were escorted around the area such as the exercise grounds, cafeteria, library and classrooms. I felt a few eyes at the back of my head due to my performance in the confessional room. I shrugged the feeling off but the one set of eyes I couldn't ignore was Natsu's. His dark orbs would never stray if I looked back at him, which made my cheeks heat up. The look he gave me felt like curiousness and admiration, but the scowl he had on his face suggested confusion which made me question myself too.

We reached the assembly hall were orientation was going to be held, while standing in line the teachers were having a conversation of their own. I felt someone move up against me but I tried not to react to not gain attention from the teachers.

"Don't give up. We're in this together." The person next to me said and then shuffled back to where he was previously.

I looked up straight away to see who it was; one could only assume it was the person staring at me for the past hour. His hot breath on my neck felt fresh and the thought of it made my cheeks flare up again. Gently slapping them I refocused on entering the hall and awaiting what the orientation was going to be like.

Principal Hades approached the microphone with a menacing look, again; he didn't smile nor frown, it just looked emotionless and probably without him meaning him to be, frightening.

"Delinquent is described in the dictionary as: 'failing in or neglectful of duty or obligation, guilty of a misdeed or offense'. Instead of a Juvenile sector in a prison, the Counsel considered the circumstances and sent you here. This school will transform you from that disgusting title, into something more befitting; you have the choice of what title you want in the end. Although, if you choose to keep the title of 'Delinquent', and don't comply with the rules. Then my goal will be to treat you as a prisoner."

He leaned back and focused his gaze, which fell on me, and said the final words of his speech.

"The choice is yours"

#felony of the heart #Nalu #fairy tail #fairy tail nalu #fairy tail fanfic #fairy tail fanfiction

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buckysgoldenheart · 6 years

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One Week: Seb Stan x Reader Part 1: Saturday

Sebastian Stan x Reader

One Week

Part 1/7

Summary: You are the on-set assistant to the Marvel actors, getting coffees and snacks, etc., but they love you, some like a little sister. You are all on set one day, the last day before a little break in filming, when you mention having to move from your apartment while renovations take place. Sebastian offers to let you move in with him for the time being.

Words: 824

Warnings: 0, i think.

Saturday:

You were thrilled, beyond thrilled actually. It was the first interruption in filming there had been in months and everyone was in need of a well-deserved break. Its not like your job was as hard as the actors, but its not like it was easy by any means either. Some of them were fussy. So, safe to say, you were excited. Only problem being that you needed to find somewhere to go for one week while your apartment was being worked on. You considered a hotel, but anywhere in the area would be way over priced for your assistant salary. You considered your friend, Sara, but you weren’t sure you wanted to deal with her neat-freaklyness.

You had decided your only option was to ask Chris, the Marvel actor you had grown closest to over the years. Surely he would take pity on you. All you would need to do was flash him your signature puppy dog eyes and he would be putty in your little hands. Hopefully.

Setting down your cup of coffee on a nearby table and taking off your headset, you neared the three men you had spotted from afar, chatting and laughing at each others “jokes.” Sebastian and Anthony stood on either side of your intended target with grins on their faces, infectious and causing your own to pop out.

Finally reaching all three men, they stopped their laughing, but the smiles remained and yours only grew bigger, more from desperation than anything.

“Hi, guys.” You smiled.

Seb smirked. “Y/N.” He replied in acknowledgment, causing you look his way. In his blue-grey eyes, you saw something you couldn’t quite put your finger on that caused the look on your face to waver slightly, but it was quickly replaced as Chris and Anthony, too, repeated your name and you turned to them.

The day was over. It was late and you needed a place to stay by tomorrow morning. Why you hadn’t been more proactive you didn’t know, but you were kicking yourself now. You decided to get right down to the point.

“Chris, I need a favor.” You said, puppy dog eyes beginning to form.

He smirked and rubbed the scruff along his jaw. “Oh, yea? And what could that be, kiddo?”

You hated that nickname, but all the men where at least ten years your senior, so you guessed it fit. “My apartment is being renovated. I need a place to stay.” You sighed, hoping the slight sadness in your voice would be enough for Chris to cave and save your ass from temporary homelessness.

The ridiculously, attractive blond man hummed to himself and you felt the eyes of the other two men by his side look deep at you, most likely knowing what Chris had to say. And it didn’t appear to be good. “Sweetheart, I wish I could help, but my family is in town.” He said, patting you on the shoulder. “Full house. I’m sorry.”

You let out your own baby sigh but waved a hand to let him know it was ok.

“I’m offended, Y/N. Why was I not considered?” Anthony grumbled with his arms across his chest, making his shirt sleeves want to rip at the seams.

You smiled. “I didn’t say you weren’t, Mister, but you have a history…with women, and only one bedroom.”

“I’d make do for you.” He said, reaching for your hand and kissing the back of it causing a chuckle to escape past your lips.

“Sweet as you are, I’ll pass.”

“I’ll take you…” You suddenly heard, near quiet as a mouse. Three heads whipped in the direction of the third man yet to say much of anything prior to now. “…in, I mean. You can stay with me. I have an extra room.”

Your eyes widened so much that you didn’t notice the ones of the other two men do the same.

“Really?” You asked. “Are you sure?”

Seb slipped his hands in the pockets of his jeans and shrugged slightly, then smiled. “It’s no trouble.”

“Wow. You have no idea what that means to me. Thank you! Is it ok if I come tomorrow?” You rambled.

“Sure. I’ll text you the address.”

You grinned, then whooped slightly before moving his way to wrap your arms around his neck. His own snaked around your waist and squeezed. “You are a lifesaver. Seriously. I’ll be there at 9.” Then you untangled yourself from him and practically skipped off in the direction of your car to head home. You had a lot of packing to do.

When you were out of earshot, Chris, arms crossed and eyebrow raised, turned to Seb, who had yet to look away from your retreating form. “Are you insane?” He accused, in that tone that his friend hated.

Seb only rolled his eyes in response, landing them back on your ass as you turned the corner to the parking lot. “I know what I’m doing.”

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thestoryofme13 · 6 years

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You’re Not Broken

A/N: So in this fandom we often focus on the pairings and LAMP, which is great and I love it so much...but as someone who is in a monogamous/polyamorous relationship, I wanted a bit more representation so with some help, I created this. There are many different versions of polyam and one is not more right than another. I just thought I’d offer this. Big thank you to @eequalsmcscared and @nyxwordsmith for helping me create this.

Warnings: Crying, Panic Attack, Cursing

Summary: Virgil thinks he is broken for loving someone while dating another person.

Edit: This was going to be canon verse but I wanted to add so much more so now I switched it to human AU hoping it flows okay.

Pairings: Analogical and Prinxiety

Virgil and Logan had been dating for a couple of months, it had all come so effortlessly. That is until it didn’t. Until Virgil realized that he was going to ruin the best damn thing that had ever happened to him.

Why did he have to be such a fuck up? He had to agree with Logan, that feelings were complicated and that he’d be better off without them.

These feelings that he had for him were so close to what he felt for Logan. How could he even have those feelings for another person? Did he even love Logan? Had he ever truly loved him? If he was capable of having feelings for another person was he even supposed to be in a relationship? Virgil was happy. Logan made him happy but this person also made him happy.

Virgil couldn’t have both of them. That wasn’t a thing. If he were to have both of them he would be weird and greedy. He could just push down these feelings, they would subside so long as he didn’t think about it, right?

A few weeks had passed since Virgil had recognized these feelings and tried to push them away. He tried the only way he knew how he put up walls. These were walls that even Logan couldn’t break down, no matter how hard he tried. Virgil wanted to be honest with Logan, hiding his feelings felt like lying and he didn’t want to lie. It was figuratively killing him. He had never shut Logan out, at least not since they were dating. Keeping his distance from Roman was uncommon especially since they had grown so close.

Ever since Patton had suggested forced Roman and Virgil to work out their differences their friendship had been very different. Where it used to just be bantering and nicknames that could come across as cruel the pair soon discovered they had much more in common than previously thought. They both appreciated Disney movies even and on most days they could hold an intelligent conversation on particular plot lines or cliches that are overused. Other days they would hang out in the commons with Roman verbalizing his ideas while Virgil would practice giving constructive criticism.

Logan had noticed Virgil pulling away, he wasn’t dumb. He had considered a few possibilities, most of them ending in the fact that he had messed up. Logan couldn’t figure out what he had done wrong but if he could correct said mistake, then he would try.

He finally found the courage he needed to confront Virgil and ask him what he could do to try to fix what happened or even to receive some clarity about what he did to make his boyfriend so angry. He approached the door hesitantly, almost as if the door could open any moment and his world would come crashing down. Logically, he knew that the statistical probability of that happening was minuscule. That Virgil breaking up with him would not be the end of the world. But the thing about love was that it often wasn’t logical. He often couldn’t fit everything he felt into neat little boxes and label them accordingly.

After letting go of a breath he was unaware he was holding he knocked. Although this was not his usual confident knock. This knock was short and hesitant as if he wanted Virgil to ignore it.

A few moments later the door opened and Virgil looked at the person in front of him, “Lo?” He asked unsure of why the nerd was at his door looking about as nervous as Virgil felt constantly.

Logan pushed past him walking into the room and turning to face his boyfriend, “Virgil I get that I may have done something that has upset you, for which I am truly sorry. I have gone through every conversation and I cannot figure out what I did wrong.”

Virgil sighed and slumped against the door. “I–you didn’t do anything…It’s me,” he whispered barely loud enough for Logan to hear.

Logan stared at him, “What do you mean it’s you? You haven’t done anything wrong….”

Virgil looked down at the floor, avoiding his boyfriend’s gaze, “But I have. Logan, I’m broken. Something is wrong with me.” His nervous habit of chewing on the sleeves of his clothing muffling his words to a whisper.

Logan walked toward Virgil, gently taking his hand, “You are not broken. Please talk to me. Let me prove those voices in your head wrong.”

Virgil shook his head the tears falling freely, “You should just break up with me. You don’t want me.”

Logan’s hand moved up Virgil’s arm and lifted the shorter man's chin. Now looking in his boyfriend’s eyes, his heart hurt at the pain and fear he saw, “Please, V. I can’t read your mind. I assure you I will listen. I promise.” His voice cracking ever so slightly, at a loss for words on how to help his boyfriend.

Virgil let out the breath he had been holding, trying to shift his eye contact anywhere but Logan’s face, “I–I have feelings for Roman… I get it. I am broken. I’m wrong.” He wrapped his arms around himself trying to ground himself, “If you wanna break up with me then please be quick and don’t give me any cliche lines about how we can still be friends. Just rip the band-aid off.”

Logan wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and pulled him close, “Virgil you are not broken. You are not wrong. It is possible to love more than one person.” He chuckled a little, “In fact. there is a word for it. People who are capable of loving more than one person at once often refer to themselves as polyamorous.”

“Lo–can’t breathe.”Virgil’s breath hitched as the tears flowed faster,

Logan moved them to Virgil’s bed as he knelt in front of his boyfriend. He put Virgil’s hand over his heart as they had talked about this being a good grounding technique, “Alright Virgil I’m going to walk you through a breathing exercise like we’ve done before, in for four, hold for seven, out for eight. Try to match each breath with my heartbeat, V.”

Virgil closed his eyes feeling the other's heartbeat beneath his hand, trying to focus on his breathing and matching it with the steady rhythm of Logan’s hear. A few minutes later, after focusing on nothing but his breathing and Logan’s heartbeat; his uneven and shallow breathing had become more under control, or as much as it would be. He opened his eyes and was met with Logan’s reassuring smile.

Logan smiled and placed his hand over Virgil’s, “Virgil I think you might be polyamorous. I know it sounds scary but I promise it isn’t. All it means is that you have so much love to give that sometimes another person is also deserving. And you know what?”

Virgil shook his head, prompting Logan to continue, “I don’t care that you are polyamorous. I love you all the same. If you wanted to pursue something with Roman while still dating me, that is okay. Obviously Roman would need to consent but given the way he has been acting, I don’t see that as an issue.”

Virgil smiled softly at Logan, “You’d really be okay with me dating both of you?”

Logan kissed Virgil’s cheek, “It would take some getting used to, but it is not fair of me to tell you to try and push these feelings aside. I have seen the toll it is taking on you. You love him…and you love me. As long as you don’t also expect me to date Roman then it will all work out. Would you like me to go talk to him with you?”

Virgil lept into Logan’s arms so thankful that his boyfriend was understanding and willing to ease his fears, “Please come with me?”

Logan nodded as he moved them both to a standing position, interlacing his fingers with Virgil’s as they headed out of the room to find Roman.

They found Roman watching Disney movies in the commons by himself. The pair stood in front of the TV knowing that was the only way to get Roman’s attention.

Roman whined, “You two make a better door than a window. Kindly step aside, lovebirds.”

Logan shook his head, “Roman we need to talk to you.”

Roman’s eyes widened with intrigue, “About?”

Logan and Virgil moved to the sofa facing Roman. Logan was the first one to speak, “I know you have feelings for Virgil.” His voice not threatening or angry but gentle and reassuring.

Roman blushed deeply, opening his mouth to speak but Logan motioning him to be quiet. Then Virgil spoke up, looking at the ground like it was the most fascinating thing, “and–I” Virgil paused taking a deep breath, “-have feelings for you Roman.” In an effort to hide his blush from Roman Virgil hid his face in the crook of Logan’s neck, worried about Roman’s reaction.

Roman looked between the two, “Is this some kind of joke? Are you two breaking up?”

Logan laughed a little, “Quite the opposite actually. I believe that it is entirely possible that Virgil is polyamorous, meaning that he can love more than one person at a time. While I myself am monogamous, I do understand that it is a natural thing, for some people love is capable of being given to multiple people at one time. It does not mean he loves me any less.”

Roman furrowed his brows, “What do you mean?”

Logan rolled his eyes, “Well considering that your feelings are mutual.” He looked between the two, “I was merely suggesting that maybe you two could also start a relationship.”

Virgil looked at Roman, “I do really like you Roman and I love Logan. This will take some getting used to and I know that it isn’t exactly ‘normal’ but would you be willing to give it a try?”

Roman smiled, “While I have never heard of someone dating more than one person, I would love the chance to make you happy and woo you, Virge. Especially considering that Logan is okay with it.” He looked at Logan, “And you are completely okay with this, right teach?”

Logan nodded, “Although it is a little scary I am certain Virgil would be at his happiest if he were to have both you and I as his partners.” He looked at Virgil, “While I can’t say that this will be easy, it is possible that I might get jealous, but I will try my best to remember that you can love both of us.”

“Of course I can love you both equally. I know this will be an adjustment and you are allowed to feel jealous. Just remember that this is a relationship, I know you are focused on my happiness, but I’m concerned with yours as well and Roman’s now,” Virgil smiled looking between the two.

Logan blushed but continued, “I just want Virgil to be happy and for him to stop pushing us both away. We can both make him happy.” He leaned over and kissed Virgil’s cheek.

“You have a point, specs.” Roman raised an eyebrow, “I have one more question. Are you and I dating then?”

Logan shook his head and laughed, “No Princey. There are many forms of polyamoroury, just because we have a mutual partner doesn’t mean we are dating.” He looked lovingly at Virgil, “I don’t think I am capable of loving more than one person.” He paused, cupping Virgil’s cheek, “Virgil has metaphorically stolen my heart. Some of us are blessed with more love to give than others and it so happens that I have fallen in love with one of those people.”

Virgil blushed, playfully batting Logan’s arm. Then he grabbed Roman’s hand and pulled him closer, kissing his cheek, “Cuddle pile. Even though, you two aren’t dating, I’m dating both of you now so, therefore, you will be seeing a lot of each other.”

Roman and Logan groaned in unison, gaining them glares from Virgil, “You two love me and want me to be happy, right? This, right here is what I want.”

The other two men shared a mischievous look, then kissing Virgil’s cheek. Virgil shrieked, not expecting both of his boyfriend’s to gang up on him, turning to bury his face in the back of the couch.

Roman rolled his eyes and pulled Virgil into his lap leaning against the back of the couch. Virgil pulled Logan against his chest, creating something akin to a human train. Once all three of them had gotten comfortable with Virgil squished between Logan and Roman, they started the movie back up. After weeks of feeling lost and afraid, Virgil finally felt whole. There was a word for who he was and how he felt. He didn’t have to pick between the two people he loved, he was capable of loving them both equally.

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