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boldlyanxious · 3 years

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Tenuous Trust

Jasonette July prompts 6: trust

References to Birds of Prey

Mentions of torture and murder

Canon-typical and not graphic

Possibly still disturbing

This is absolutely not what I was writing when I started. The idea was very different but it is what happened so it's what I offer

Not a typical meet cute Monday

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Red Hood rushed down the hall away from the confrontation in the lobby. He had planned to sneak in and disrupt the meeting but that was no longer necessary. Things were going bad all on their own. Sionis was trying to find new contacts to deal with but recent interruptions in his business made an already turbulent arrangement turn volatile. Hood kept on down the hall looking for any other things he could tamper with in case they resolved their differences without guns.

He saw a woman step out of one of the former offices before the warehouse had been abandoned. He wasn’t sure who she was but she had been seen with Sionis or Zsasz a few times, but she usually never left their side so she would likely have information about their operation. He moved over to her quickly and pushed her back into the room, possibly more roughly than was necessary but for this it was likely better if she was a bit on edge.

She looked startled at him pushing her around but her eyes dropped down when she realized who he was. She said nothing. She waited for instructions, flinching a little when he reached out for her again.

“You are coming with me. Do you have anything of yours here that you need?”

She shook her head instead of responding, still looking down.

“Quickly out that window and hold on tight.”

She didn’t move. Well, she did but it was to back away and look around for an escape route. He grabbed her by the arm and pushed her a little to get her walking. Shouts were starting to echo down the hall. He expected bullets would be heard next.

“You are going to have to trust me. You have no reason to, but it is your only option.”

He pushed her until she had to either climb out the window or pull out of his grip. The decision became easier for her when the first gun fired followed immediately by several others. She climbed out the window and he followed. She was holding on to the side, looking very nervous about the possibility of a 3 story fall but he pulled her to him when he cleared the window.

Red Hood swung away from the building and landed on a low roof. He pulled her behind him, holding her hand to force her to keep up. They crossed several other roofs and he never saw anyone else nearby so he circled back around and found a vehicle to use. She was hesitating again when it came time for her to get in the car. She didn’t want to go back but she was not very thrilled about going with him.

“I meant what I said. You have to trust me. You have no other choice.”

She stared at him for one more moment before climbing into the car and putting on a seatbelt. They were silent as they drove through Gotham. He could feel the nervousness rolling off her but there was very little he could do about it. He did the one thing he could think of to ease her mind when he pulled off the road and into the drive thru at a Bat burger. It was a little thing. He was hungry. She probably was too, and it was an easy way for her to be more certain he wasn’t planning to just kill her.

He took her to his personal safehouse rather than the base. He didn’t want her spooked by the militia or all the guns and activity. Very few actually knew where the safehouse was. He didn't trust many to know where he slept, but he had a feeling that she could be trusted with the information.

He set the food at the table inside and the scene felt very domestic as they sat across from each other at his small table. It was better light in here so he was able to get a good look at her as she finished her food. She ate slowly and made no sudden movements. Her entire persona was meek, but it felt forced. He finished before her and pushed his back against the chair back as he stretched himself out. He stood and threw his paper wrappers in the trash and pulled out 2 beers from the fridge, offering one to her.

“So who are you?” he asked. “You don’t really seem like a career criminal.”

“I'm not, or I wasn't."

"Very vague explanation."

"I had dreams and plans before. I had a business and had just gotten an incredible contract. I went out with friends to celebrate.”

Red Hood kept watching and waited for her to finish but that seemed to be all of the story he was going to get out of her without more questions.

“How did that lead you to working for Sionis?”

“My friends and I didn’t know the area well. I had just moved here. But we found club Roman listed and that is where we went.”

“That is a well known cover for his business.”

“That is more clear to me now, but I didn’t know it at the time. It was purported to have a great singer and a dance show. That part was true.”

“Gonna need more of how you got involved with Sionis, Sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me that,” she said vehemently.

He was taken aback and raised his hands in a surrender motion. She appeared to be working on calming her breathing, eyes wide in terror. But she took a deep breath and continued.

“My friends and I all piled into an uber to get home. We checked the driver and everything was correct. He was very polite and dropped them off first. My place was only a little further away but I never made it home. He was working for Sionis and brought me to see him. He told me I worked for him now. He wanted my new contract as a way to do his business and work against the other company.”

“How long ago was this?”

“I signed the Wayne contract in March.”

“And you have been working for him since?”

“I guess so. I don’t really think of it that way though.”

“You don't think of it that way? Is there a more eloquent way to say you are working for a mob boss?”

"You know a lot about his organization. You are familiar with Mr Zsasz?" Hood nodded without interrupting her. "He is covered in scars. It's very off putting before you know the reason. Then it is horrifying. He kills people, and for each person he kills he makes a mark."

"So you did what they said or he would kill you?"

"I tried to resist or escape at first. But Mr Zsasz had driven my friends home. He didn't only threaten me." She took a shaky breath. "Nor was I the only person they tried to convince to work with Black Mask. There was another man, he was brought in with his wife and daughter. They made me watch--"

Hood followed her out of the room when she suddenly stopped talking and bolted out of the room. He stood by the bathroom door for several minutes until she finished and then ran the water for several minutes cleaning herself up. When she came back out he offered a water. He said he didn't have ginger ale or crackers but he could make toast. She shook her head but took the water from him. Then she continued telling her story.

"The threats were always there. Usually they would just smack me around a bit if I didn't want to do something or possibly if they were bored. They would threaten my friends or tell me they had given up trying to find me." She wiped away tears. "If I gave in too quickly after a beating Mr Zsasz would show me his scars. He has a spot picked out for me. Once told me he wanted me to fight them because he wanted to fill my spot. He dragged me up by my hair and made me kiss it."

"He did what?" Red Hood could barely contain his anger. The whole story was making him irrationally angry.

"It wasn't about me, or anything like that. He wasn't interested in anything but torment and he was very good at that. He did it for the bit if blood that transferred from my bloody lip to the spot. He says he couldn't wait for his own blood to show in my spot." Her voice dropped to a whisper as she added. "He always called me Sweetheart because I didn't like it and he refused to use my name. Everyone did. I wasn't even a person to them."

"What is your name?"

"Marinette," she said quietly.

"Marinette, you are safe now. I'm not going to hurt you."

"Last time I tried to escape he said there was nowhere to run. He would find me no matter what and make his mark."

He paused for a moment, thinking. He knew the best option but he didn't really want to use it. But it was the best option for Marinette.

"I can't protect you." Her face fell at that. "What I mean is I'm dismantling the entire organization. I can't keep you safe but I know of people who can. Do you trust me?"

"You said I have to trust you."

"But you would actually have to rely on the trust for this. You would have to trust that you will be safe with the people I take you to."

"It doesn't seem like there is another option."

"Getting you out of town with a new identity could work. But you may always be on the run. This life you have would never be yours again."

"Okay. I will trust you."

They left after that. He took her across many rooftops and around town. He seemed to be waiting for something but Marinette didn't know what until someone else landed. It was Batman, a known enemy of Red Hood and Black Mask. Marinette really hoped there wasn't going to be a fight.

"Took you long enough, old man."

"It was clear you were trying to draw me out. I wasn't going to jump into a trap."

"You are known for holding back, whether the situation calls for it or not. I'm proposing a temporary truce."

"How temporary is this truce?"

"One hour."

"That is very temporary. You clearly need me out of your plans right now. That sounds like the worst time for me to agree to a truce."

"I'm not making any moves. I need help or she does." He stood aside so Batman could see Marinette. "She was taken by Black Mask after securing a contract with Wayne Enterprises. Your connection to Bruce Wayne and Wayne Enterprises is well known."

He watched Bruce under the mask. His Batman mask slipped off his facial features while the cowl stayed firm. He knew Bruce was looking at his helmet and seeing Jason. He thought he was finally reaching the boy and Red Hood had no interest in correcting the misconception now. He would still complete his plan.

Black Mask had just become a higher priority and surprisingly he wanted to keep Marinette safe. He also had plans for Zsasz. He wanted to take him out personally. He shocked himself by reaching up to Marinette's chin and tilting it. She looked up at him as if he could tell their eyes were meeting even thought he had his helmet on. His thumb brushed against her jaw briefly before he dropped his hand.

"Keep her safe," he said without looking back at Batman. He couldn't stand to see Bruce looking at Jason again right now. He flipped off the roof and away before anyone else says anything but he crept back to a higher vantage point to watch as Batman took Marinette with him. She would be fine now.

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funtimebunnyblog · 3 years

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Hi 👋 can you do a scenario for the pillarmen with a s/o who is a little shy and has a bit of trouble standing up for herself? I always struggle to speak up for myself because I feel like I’m being irrational or mean. But there has been a few times when I’ve stood my ground. Mainly when someone I care about is also being affected. But every other time, I see that I can be a bit of a push over because I’m too nice to people. I need a big intimidating pillar man to help speak up for me when I can’t 😔

Oh my dear Anon ❤❤❤

Believe me when I say that I wouldn't hesitate to stand up for you if I ever saw you getting pushed around ❤ Keep your chin up!

But for now, let me send you 4 gorgeous Ancient Aztec Vampires to stick up for you 😇🥰😘

The Pillarmen (separate) standing up for an s/o who can't stand up for themselves... (Under the cut for length!)

Kars:

• From the moment he met you, he always found your shyness quite endearing.

• Not to mention your small size.

• You two were quite the case of "opposites attract" for sure.

• One day, you and him are out getting some coffee at a Café after running some errands like you did every Saturday together.

• Kars went to pick out a good place to sit by the window looking out to the street while you go grab the coffee you wanted.

• He was halfway across the room when suddenly he heard the sound of you gasping, only to turn around in time to see you getting pushed out of the way by an older man.

• The man was much taller than you, looking very riled up as he had simply stormed into the place.

• "Move it! I'm in a hurry!" The man growls at you as he takes your place in line.

• Kars watched as you opened your mouth with some hesitancy, visibly shaking as you attempted to put your foot down and confront him.

• "I-... I was here fir--" "I told you, I'm in a hurry, you stupid bitch! Now fuck off and wait!"

• Kars had, quite frankly, seen enough.

• In a fraction of a second, he was across the Café and standing right behind the man; acting as a barrier between you and the offending jerk.

• He tapped the man on the shoulder.

• "Do I have to fucking tell you--" the asshole whirled around, expecting to come face-to-face with you again only to come face-to-chest with, the great and terrible Kars.

• The jerks eyes went wide and he craned his head back to meet the unrelenting gaze of the over 300lb, muscular and larger than life Pillarman who was staring at him like a predator would prey.

• "Is there a problem?" His voice was eerily calm but cold enough to make shivers run down your own spine, ruby irises piercing the man like the sharpest knives.

• The man could only stand there, gaping like a beached fish. "Uhh, I--"

• Kars cut him off, uncaring as to what he had to say. "I do believe my beloved wife was standing here before you."

• One glance down at the massive hand that was now wrapped around yours and the man caught sight of your matching rings.

• "I--... I--..." the man was floundering, starting to sweat profusely as the dots connected.

• His sweating only increased as Kars' face soured even more into a scowl, looming over him as straight and as solid as an oak tree.

• The mans face went positively white. "Oh! M-My mistake.... actually, I-I... uhh... should go..."

• Suddenly, the man didn't want his coffee anymore and was in even more of a "hurry" than before as he bolted out the door.

• Kars chuckled lowly, Mortals...

• Finally, he turned to face you. The Pillarman gave you a once over to make sure the jerk hadn't done you any physical harm when he had shoved you out of the way.

• He didn't miss that you were still shaking, looking a little doe-eyed as you were still reeling from your confrontation with the man.

• He smiled softly, leaning down to press a dotting kiss your head.

• "How about you go sit by the window and I'll bring you the coffee, my sweet little sunshine."

Esidisi:

• Your shy nature always enamored Esidisi.

• You could say it fueled his fire (tee-hee)

• He wasn't very shy himself and he was always willing to do things for you when they were out of your comfort zone, like waiting in line for you or accompany you anywhere.

• One of his most favorite places to accompany you was the supermarket on the weekend.

• "Oh! I forgot the laundry soap in the other isle..." you said, looking at your checklist as you marked through it. "Could you run back and get it while I get the cereal?"

• "Of course," he said with a smile, leaving you with the cart as he walked 4 isles down to get it.

• He was not expecting to see what he saw when he returned with it in hand however.

• You had gone to get the cereal like you told him and there were two boxes of the kind you liked left on the shelf. You had grabbed one to put in the cart and continue on when suddenly a woman appeared out of nowhere and ripped it straight out of your hands.

• The woman regarded you with a knot in her face, "I have two kids, I need these more than you." She spat, taking not one but both boxes and dumping them in her cart that was already overflowing with things she "needed more" of.

• Esidisi watched as you stood there, contemplating telling her that was unfair but ultimately deciding it wasn't worth your time.

• This wasn't the first time something like this happened to you and it was just cereal. You didn't want to cause a scene over something so small, it felt irrational.

• Esidisi on the other hand, wasn't just going to stand back and let you get disrespected like that whether it was over cereal or not.

• Lord help anyone who disrespected his Queen.

• Just as the woman tried to strut away with her overflowing cart, Esidisi blocked the isle exit, standing like a roadblock in front of her cart.

• His arms were folded and he had a calm and collected aura about him that any onlooker could see but only you could see the fire that was blazing in his eyes.

• "Get out of my way!" The woman ordered, as if she could look half as threatening as him.

• "You took something from my wife. Give it back." He said sharply.

• The knot in her face returned as she looked the Pillarmen up and down with a scrutinizing eye, "I already told her, I have two kids. I deserve it more."

• You knew very well she was about to threaten to call the police or something if he didn't move. You had seen this scenario PLENTY of times before.

• Esidisi pursed his lips, raising one brow. "Oh, children you say?"

• You knew that look in his eye to damn well.

• A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, reaching into her cart and grabbing both boxes of cereal.

• The scorching heat of his hands torched them in mere seconds and the woman watched helplessly as they blazed and crumpled into ashes before her.

• "In that case; apologize to them for me." He leaned over the cart, his grin stretching as he lowered himself to face level with the gobsmacked, ill-manered woman. "Now they don't get any."

• The woman stood there, mouth agape, trying to say something but failing. All she could do was watch, filled with no doubt terror, as Esidisi linked his arm with yours and walked away with your own cart.

• "Cereal is overrated." He told you, pressing a warm kiss to your knuckles. "I'll just make you breakfast instead."

Wamuu:

• Your sweet shyness was one of the things that made Wamuu absolutely over the moon for you.

• Going anywhere with him always felt like he was your personal bodyguard due to his massive size, even if he wasn't protecting you from anything.

• One particularly hot day, you both decided it would be lovely to spend it at the beach and cool off with a swim.

• "Wait here, I'll go get the sunscreen from the car." He told you, smiling softly as you made yourself comfortable on the towl he laid out in the sand.

• Always mindful of your Human needs, he didn't want you to get burned while in your swimsuit.

• He departed for only a minute, coming back in time just to witness a creep looming over you, right where he had left you.

• "C'mon babe. Why don't you go for a swim with me?~" the man purred, grinning slowly as he ogled you.

• "N-No thank you." You muttered, shrinking under his gaze. The heart that was pounding in your ears made it hard for you to be as firm as you wanted with him.

• You hoped, you prayed, you begged this man would take NO for an answer and leave you alone.

• You really didn't want to cause a scene with this weirdo.

• His first mistake was not giving up there.

• "Oh, don't be difficult." He went on. "Have some fun~ You're at the beach~"

• You shook your head, cheeks burning with more than the heat and a lump starting to form in your throat, rendering you unable to speak at all now.

• You really didn't want to deal with this. You wished the sand would just swallow you up. You kept praying he'd leave you alone.

• The mans second (and greatest) mistake was laying even a finger on you.

• He grabbed your hand quite forcefully, trying to pull you to your feet as he kept pressing you to "spend some time with him".

• Suddenly, a great and dark shadow passed over him, blocking out the burning sun and shrouding him completely in darkness, paired with a huge hand gripping his shoulder like a vice.

• Immediately, you were let go as Wamuu forcefully spun the offending man around to face him.

• There, he came face to face with the greatest and most powerful warrior who ever lived... and that warrior was scowling down at him in all his terrifying and gargantuan glory.

• The sun shined off the living Gods bronze and bulging muscles, his eyes burning with an intense and unmatchable anger.

• "I do believe my bride told you NO, Human." He growled, his brow knitting. "I would take that order and leave while you still can unless you plan on me having fun with you as well."

• The creepy man backed away from both you and the Pillarman, holding his hands up in a placating gesture.

• Wamuu clenched his own hands into fists, knuckles crackling and popping like fire crackers.

• He couldn't even get so much as an apology out, his knees quaking as he staggered away as quickly as possible in fear that Wamuu would tear him in half like a sheet of paper.

• When the creeper was far, far away from your spot Wamuu dropped to his knees beside you, taking your tiny hand in his, his face now radiating with concern.

• "Are you alright, my beloved? Did he hurt you?" If you should happen to say yes Wamuu fully intended on taking chase down the beach and carrying out his previous threat.

• When you assure him you're not hurt he presses soft, loving kisses to your already sun-kissed cheeks.

• Finally, he smiles and holds up the bottle of sunscreen. "Now, let me get your back for you, my sweet. And then we can go for our swim."

Santana:

• You two were always like two peas in a pod; sharing a similar sort of shy nature and all.

• You were his sweetheart and you were the only person in this world who made his stone heart absolutely melt.

• Santana was quiet and reserved on the norm, he was also very passive like you, but an onlooker shouldn't be fooled by those things, as he was also very protective of you.

• He was walking to where you worked one afternoon; you both had made plans to go get some dinner together after your shift to celebrate the end of a long week and unwind.

• He opened the door to the shop you were working in, only to be greeted by the sounds of yelling hitting his sharp ears, making him stop on a dime.

• "I-I told you, sir, we're out of that product." Your voice was brittle, very unlike the sweet and cheery tone he was used to. "We're getting a shipment next Wednesday, I can put you down as--"

• "I DON'T FUCKING CARE!" The man you were serving at the counter roared into your face, slamming his hands down and making you jump. "You're going to get me it TODAY. I need it TODAY."

• Your throat was squeezing tighter and tighter as the man just kept yelling and yelling; this had been going on for the past 10 minutes now.

• Your shift was supposed to be over by now but this customer was downright mean and unrelenting without signs of giving up and facing the facts that he just couldn't have what he was looking for today.

• The man fully intended on bullying and belittling you until you somehow made what he wanted appear out of thin air.

• "I--" Inevitably, you were cut off again by the surly customer.

• "You stupid fucking bitch! Do I need to draw you a fucking picture?!" He snarled. "Get me what I want RIGHT NOW!"

• As soon as Santana saw the tears beading in your eyes starting to trickle down your cheeks, he had enough of this show.

• Wordlessly, he walked right up behind the man, his eyes narrowed and his jaw set.

• He looked uncannily like a wild animal closing in on a helpless prey, ready to pounce and kill.

• "Hey." His deep voice rumbled, grabbing the mans attention.

• The man whirled around, full on glaring at Santana before directing his anger onto him.

• "Wait your fucking turn!" He snapped, not fazed in the slightest by the sight of the Pillarman. "This idiot cunt won't take a SIMPLE order and--"

• This time, the man was cut off as Santana grabbed him roughly by the shoulders. You didn't miss the fact that your Husband's fingers start to phase into the mans body as if becoming one with him.

• The man let out a gasp, his words dying in his throat as he curled in on himself slightly. His body grew very, very pale and noticeably he became the slightest bit thinner, wheezing hard as his eyes bulged.

• Santana didn't plan on killing him, but the youngest Pillarman definitely intented to drain a decent portion of his energy to teach him a lesson he would never forget.

• With his blood red hair swaying and his cold eyes piercing, he leaned in close to the man, not once raising his voice as he spoke.

• "Leave." He commanded. "And never, ever, come back here again, primitive."

• And just like that, Santana pried his hands off the man; leaving him gasping for air.

• Without another word, the once haughty customer ran out of the store, not daring to look back as he feared Santana would be right behind him.

• Santana huffed, his mane bristling like an angry cat with its hair sticking on end, before turning to you.

• He came around the counter, reaching out and cupping your cheeks with his large hands.

• His thumbs swiped away your tears with a gentleness he sure as Hell didn't seem capable of after that display, kissing your head softly.

• "He is gone now." He murmured. "You are safe now, my beautiful bride."

• With Santana's help, you calmed down and eventually you both left hand in hand to finally go to dinner.

#Funny Bunny #Pillarmen #headcanons #battle tendency #kars #esidisi #wamuu #santana #kars x reader #esidisi x reader #wamuu x reader #santana x reader #anon ask #my writing

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #399

“i was raised by the devil’s own kin, taught me that a good time was never a sin”

Do you like wine? NOOOOOOO that shit is gross. Explain the grossest thing that's ever happened to you? Having an infected pilonidal cyst drained. Would you rather go on holiday somewhere warm or somewhere cold? Cold, for sure. What would be your ideal pet? I reeeeaaaally want a very visibly sunset morph ball python one day. The really pretty ones are expensive as fuck, but omg, I want one so badly. What was the last book you were required to read for school? The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood. It was fantastic. Would you chew somebody else's gum? EW FUCK NO. What was the last type of meat you ate? Chicken. How old were you when you had your first kiss? 16. At what age would you allow your kids to dye their hair? Whenever they wanted, as long as a professional did it. Which fast food place do you eat at the most? Probably McDonald's. Bats are not spooky or are they? I adore bats. Do you like the song "Womanizer?" Unabashedly, yes, haha. I love the beat and it's really catchy. Do you know how to change a tire? Nope. How big is your backyard? Very small. What is your favorite Nintendo 64 game? I've actually never played a Nintendo 64. If you want children, what are some of your reasons for wanting them? I don't want any. Does a career in finance sound interesting to you? Absolutely not. When you cook a dish that has beans in it, do you prefer to use canned or dry beans? I. HATE. Beans. What’s something that makes absolutely zero sense to you? Those that deny the existence of dinosaurs. Fossils don't lie. Do you like strawberry shortcake? No. What’s your favorite dessert? That's so hard, but probably cheesecake. What’s the last you got out of the freezer? Vanilla ice cream. Do you know anybody who is ambidextrous? Sara. Have you ever been 4-wheeling? Yes. Will you be attending any weddings in the near future? No. If you have glasses, have you ever smashed them? No. What was the last thing you got a really good deal on? My APAP mask. Insurance covered it way more than even the women in the office were used to so had to look into it. Insurance has been nice to me lately, from TMS to this. What was the last reason you took medicine? I had a massive headache. Any important birthdays coming up? My older sister's was today, and her eldest daughter's is in two days. Mark's birthday is the 28th, and that's like a holiday in my book lmao. What colour are your headphones? These earplugs are pink. How do you express your creativity? I mostly write RP and rarely poems. I also like to draw sometimes, and I'm big into photography. Gypsies or gnomes? Gypsies. Dragons or fairies? Dragons are my favorite mythological creatures. Elves or pixies? Elves. Where is your favourite place to get breakfast? Maybe Cracker Barrel? Or Waffle House. What was the first sport you learned how to play? I want to say soccer. I hated it. Nickname you’re called the most? "Britt" is the most used. Do you sleep on your stomach? I can't now with my mask. -_- That's how I usually slept. Have you ever been called a bitch? Yes. Would you ever want a super-realistic baby doll? Fuuuuuuuuuck no. I don't like dolls, never mind realistic ones. Ladybugs or bumblebees? Ladybugs. <3 What is the best thing that ever happened to you? My first round of a partial hospitalization program and meeting my psychiatrist. Both that therapy and proper medication is the reason I'm alive. What is something really hurtful someone you love has said to you? That I was an "ungrateful bitch." What Facebook groups have you found the most helpful? One for advanced ball python husbandry. There are some SERIOUS elitists in there, but it does have great information. Did your mom ever own a typewriter? I think she did? We used to have one, so. What would you have your bridesmaids wear? Maybe orange. I want to wear a black dress and get married in the fall, so, Halloween vibes! :') Where do you want to go on your honeymoon? I think Alaska. Do you wear a watch every day? I never do. Have you ever personally been a victim of homophobia? No, thankfully. Not yet, anyway. Do you think you’d be happier if you had a pet? I am much happier with pets. Were you ever hospitalized as a little kid? No. Have you been hurt more by friend break-ups or romantic break-ups? Romantic ones. Who is/was the best friend you have ever had? Sara. Do you own a trenchcoat? No, but I wish. They're badass. Name the hardiest piece of technology you own? My iPod that I've had since middle school. That bitch STILL works, and I use it heavily. Are you currently in a smoking environment? No; people aren't allowed to smoke in our house. Have you ever owned a tire swing? No. Does anyone you know own a bird that can talk? My old friend Alex did. I don't know if I can call her my "friend" anymore because I haven't seen or heard from her in well over a year at the bare minimum. Do you ever not speak to someone because you’re afraid you’ll annoy them? STORY OF MY LIFE. Is there any drama going on in your circle of friends? No. But I don't really have a "circle" of friends to begin with. Have you ever lost your luggage at an airport? No. Have you ever been on a rollercoaster that actually scared you? I don't go on rollercoasters. If given the opportunity, would you act in a commercial? No. Do you believe in finders keepers in most situations? No. How many pills do you currently take a day? Ugh... Now keep in mind this number encompasses medications that I just have to take a larger dose of that particular med; I don't take this number of different prescriptions. AS a whole though, I take uhhh. Somewhere around nine or ten in the morning, and six at night. I might be off about my morning pills. What do you take medication for? Bipolarity and depression, anxiety, OCD, severe heartburn, even more intense nightmares, uhhh... maybe I'm forgetting others? Idk, man. I'm on too many. Have you ever had a bag stolen? No. What class from high school did you love the most? Art. What class did you hate the most? Economics. If you don’t have a car, do you wish you did? Not at this very moment, because it'd be useless as I don't currently drive. Have you ever had a job you loved? Nope. What, if anything, do you substitute for fries? I just eat normal fries when they're offered. Have you ever been in a building that was on fire? No. Have you ever written a poem for someone? At least twice. Have you been best friends with someone of a different race? Yes. Who’s the last person who cussed you out in anger? I think only my grandmother has done that. Who is the person you are closest to that you’ve meet online? Sara. Have you friended your parents on FB? Mom, yes, while Dad doesn't have one. What do you absolutely have to have to make your birthday feel special? My family. Mice or roaches? I love mice, but roaches creep me out. Have you ever received a gift and truly did not know what it was? Yes. A family friend is good at that. Is there anyone whose grave you visit? No. Do you like being in pictures? NO. Do you travel a lot? Not at all. Have you ever eaten a dog treat? No. I've eaten a guinea pig treat though, haha. And it wasn't awful. Have you ever wanted to get drunk and get your mind off everything? Yes, but turns out my alcohol tolerance is too high while only liking weak alcohol to begin with. Have you played cards recently? No. Is there a certain song you like to headbang to? I don't do that, I'd get way too dizzy, and besides, I don't want a headache. Anything you might be giving up on soon? I've been wondering if I should (for the most part) abandon human photography. I've lost so much passion for it, and besides, I feel like I'm going nowhere with it. I know I really, really shouldn't, though. Have you ever captured a moth? I put a caterpillar in one of those little plastic habitats once as a kid that grew into a moth. I then released it, of course. When was the last time you changed your picture on Facebook? It's been months. Do you have a really fat cat? No, he's healthy. Do your initials spell a word? No. Have you ever made a business card for yourself? No. Did you love playing hide and seek as a kid? Yes, that was my favorite! Are there any recipes you have memorized? No. Do you know your multiplication times tables? No. Do your parents allow you to have your privacy? Yes. Have you ever been severely burned? No. Did you ever dream that you had a baby? I've had many, actually. Guess with who. What was the weirdest thing you've ever seen cross the road? I want to say a turkey? Or maybe it was beside the road.

#survey #suveys #random questions #lyrics: ''boss's daughter'' by pop evil

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Red Cheeks & Witty Banter

SYNOPSIS: When you become the target of a cruel prank, Hoseok comes to your rescue.

PAIRING: Hoseok x Reader

GENRE: Fluffy angst

WARNINGS: Language

WORD COUNT: 4569

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Probably should have edited this a bit more before scheduling the post but it’s after midnight and I’m falling asleep at my desk. Also, because I didn’t feel like creating another group name for the reader, I’m leaving it to you. Y/G = your group name. Enjoy!

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“Including the Inkigayo chart score, first place is …. BTS' Boy With Luv! Congratulations!” the announcers cheer as the confetti cannons release, raining thousands of multicolor pieces of tissue paper onto the stage. You're giggling as they fall down upon your heads, swiping them away as they become entangled within your hair. At the front of the stage, the seven members of BTS are gathered and thanking their fans enthusiastically for another win. At the back of the stage, the groups who weren't nominated tonight – including your own – entertain themselves with the confetti, hoping that maybe if they're playfully cute and lucky enough to be captured by a camera, a sharp-eyed netizen will catch the action and deem it worthy enough for viral stardom. It's something that companies have begun teaching their trainees; always assume a camera is watching and always try to be its focus. But right now, with the biggest k-pop group in the freaking planet at the forefront of the stage, there's no camera operator in the world who would turn their shot away from them.

You're startled when you feel fingers at your shoulder, a small tap that disappears as quickly as it comes. Whirling around, the blood rushes straight to your cheeks when you realize you're face-to-face with Moon, the lead rapper of Cloud9. He's ridiculously tall, looming over you with a soft grin on his face. Just like that, your insides melt into goo.

“Your shoulder,” he murmurs, that gentle smirk never disappearing as he juts his chin in your direction. Following his eyes, you realize there's a rogue piece of confetti wrapped into a frayed film of fabric on your dress. Before you can lift your arm to dust it off, his hand is already there, delicately plucking the paper off of your shoulder and playfully setting it on the top of your head. Your giggles are loud and embarrassing and catch the attention of neighboring idols, including your own members. Fingers wrap protectively around your wrist and you recognize the grip immediately belonging to Mi-hyo, your leader, who probably sees the interaction as something that could potentially turn into a scandal. After edited videos of you supposedly gawking at Moon during an award show made their rounds, you know that it's likely best to avoid interaction so not to fuel the fire. But there wasn't any supposedly about it – you had been gawking at Moon because you thought he was gorgeous and had the largest crush on him ever.

“Thanks,” you mumble shyly. Mi-hyo's grip tightens as she attempts to pull you closer to the group but you resist. You would gladly take a scolding for this later.

Moon's grin widens. “I figured we should give the fans what they want, right?”

You sigh dramatically, unable to contain your own smile. “You saw the video too? They're so good at editing, I swear.”

“Hopefully it wasn't all editing,” he leans closer to speak lowly. A barrage of goosebumps line the length of your arm at the deep baritone. “That would make me sad.”

You're unable to smother the gasp that slips from your lips, your chest suddenly tingling with the sensation of a million butterflies. Your eyes at comically large as he stealthily reaches for your hand and entwines your fingers together just long enough to secure a folded piece of paper into the apex of your palm. He offers you one last devastating smile before turning on his heel to rejoin his group. Mi-hyo takes advantage of his exit and yanks you toward her, eyes narrowed disapprovingly.

“Are you nuts? What the hell was that about? What did he want?”

You don't answer her, your gaze fixed on the paper still rested in your palm. When you lift your head, the smile on your face could rival an Eldian titan. “A date. He wants a date with me. Tonight.”

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“Congrats! Great job, everyone!” Inkigayo staff cheers as idols shuffle past them, some still in their stage clothing and some already changed into casual wear. Yoongi and Hoseok, who snuck out of their dressing room for snacks from the lobby vending machine, watch in jealousy as group after group leave the building.

“How much longer until we can go home?” Yoongi whines, pushing the button for a bag of crackers with a bit more force than intended. “This shirt is so stuffy and I need to get this makeup off.”

Hoseok sighs. “Sorry, hyung. We just have to film a small bit of us playing a game or something. They're setting up the room right now, I guess.”

Yoongi emits another pitiful whimper, collecting the bag from the bottom of the machine and moving to the side. He's slightly startled when he notices that the two of them aren't alone. A few fresh-faced idols stand behind them, coins in hand as they await their turn. Yoongi recognizes two of them to be members of Cloud9 but only knows the name of Moon, who bows to him respectfully before continuing his conversation with the boy next to him.

“Wait, so she denied that she wasn't staring at you in the video?”

Moon laughs loudly. “I think that's what she was doing. She blamed it on fan editing.”

“Wow, what a pathetic little bitch,” the unnamed Cloud9 member taunts. Hoseok's head whips around at the offensive choice of words, brows furrowing in annoyance. What and who were they even talking about?

“Yeah, she's delusional but she's also really fucking hot.”

“Do you think she'll give it to you so easily?”

Hoseok, who has already paid and selected his desired candy bar, idles by the machine to hear the rest of their conversation. Yoongi keeps his eye on the younger rapper carefully, knowing that their disgusting, disrespectful attitude toward this mystery woman was probably brewing a bubbling of anger in Hoseok's stomach. The members of BTS weren't innocently celibate – absolutely not. They flirted, they dated, they had their own affairs. Despite being world famous idols, they were first and foremost hot-blooded men who had the same needs and desires as every other man in the world. But what separates Hoseok and his members from the two disgusting piles of trash that stand behind him was that the women they chose to involve themselves in were willing partners in a shared decision, not just a body to use and talk cheaply about.

Moon scoffs at the question. “Of course she would. I don't plan on finding out, though. It's too messy to fuck around with these idol chicks.”

“But hyung said you asked her out tonight.”

“I did,” Moon chuckles. Hoseok's grip on the side of the machine tightens, prompting Yoongi to lean in cautiously. “She's probably back at the dorm getting herself all dolled up. I asked her to meet me at that dumpy pork belly place in Jamsil at seven but I won't be showing up.”

“Do you think Mi-hyo will let her go?”

“That little slut is so whipped for me that not even her manager could stop her from showing up tonight.”

Hoseok's posture straightens immediately.

“Don't,” Yoongi warns softly into Hoseok's ear, wrapping his fingers around his arm and tugging him away from the machine. Moon and his fellow member bow again but Yoongi ignores it this time, steering a very frustrated Hoseok away from the lobby and back toward their dressing room. When they're finally out of earshot, Yoongi exhales.

“Aish, what an asshole,” he mutters, leaning against the wall. “Who do you think they were talking about? I'm thinking it's someone from Y/G if they were talking about Mi-hyo. Hoseok? What are you looking up?”

Yoongi glances over at the illuminated screen of Hoseok's phone, sighing in defeat when he reads what has been typed into the Naver search bar: pork belly restaurants in Jamsil.

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You glance down at your phone for what feels like the hundredth time tonight. Making sure there's nobody lingering outside the building, you lean into the window, craning your neck in both directions. In the twenty-five minutes since you've been here, you've nibbled on the entire dish of kimchi that the waitress had prematurely set out and you were now moving on to the bean sprouts. You jump when your phone pings, hoping it would somehow be an 'I'm on my way!' message from Moon despite him not having your number. You deflate when you realize it's only Mi-hyo, warning you for the tenth time tonight to not be photographed.

You ignore the message, choosing to instead open your phone's camera to confirm that your makeup looks as good now as it did when you left the house. You're plucking a clump of dried mascara from your lashes when the door rattles open. The phone drops into your lap like a hot potato and you smack your lips together one last time to refresh your lip tint before lifting your head with a coy smile.

“You're here? I thought – oh!” you exclaim, startled by the fact that it's not Moon standing in front of you, it's Jung Hoseok from BTS. You blink in shock at him for a few seconds before you shake yourself out of your awe. Shoving yourself off of the tall stool, you clamber to bow. “S-sunbae!”

Hoseok grins at the sight. “You're Y/N from Y/G, right? What a coincidence to meet you here of all places!”

You smile, nodding in agreement. “You're alone so you must be picking up take-out. Have you had this place before? Is it good?”

“I've never had it. I heard about it from Naver,” Hoseok says and technically, he's not lying. “You're alone as well. Dinner for one?”

You spare a glance back at your lonely table, the side dishes pulled to your side and half-empty. Embarrassment consumes you in the form of flushed cheeks. “Um, I'm expecting someone, actually. They're a little late though ...”

“Moon?” Hoseok blurts without thinking, wincing at his carelessness. He feels guilty by the way your eyes widen. Clearing his throat, he decides to do some damage control. “I actually overheard him talking in the lobby earlier about how he was meeting you. I didn't know this was the place though.”

“Oh,” you snicker nervously. You're not entirely sure you like the idea of Moon speaking so nonchalantly about the two of you meeting but if he was telling his friends, he must really like you, right? “He's just … he must be running a little bit late.”

There's an awkward silence before you decide to cut the string, bowing slightly once more with a polite smile before turning around to your table.

“Uhh … but he probably won't show up!” Hoseok sputters. You freeze at his words. You were already slightly dreading the idea of being stood up but hearing it from someone else drives the stake further into your chest. “It's because … um, well when my group was leaving, Cloud9 was still stuck filming promotional stuff. I think I heard the staff say they'd be there for awhile.”

Nice save, he tells himself. Although Hoseok doesn't know you personally, the two of you run around in the same circles enough for him to know that you're a decent, genuine person who doesn't deserve the despicable, childish prank that Moon is playing on you. The last thing he wants to see is you upset and crying over a prick who isn't worth the gum on the bottom of your shoe. That's why he neglects to tell you the truth of your no-show date. Maybe in the future he'll confess but for now … he wants you to keep your pride and confidence right where it is.

“Really?” you ask, your face falling into a grimace. Although your try to pick it up and give him a small smile, he's able to see the devastation in your features. Moon, you fucking punk. “Well, I guess I'll just pay the ahjumma for her side dishes and go home. Thanks for letting me know.”

This is the where Hoseok's plan ends. This is where he's supposed to order himself a small takeout of pork belly and go home, content with just knowing that you're not out waiting for Moon to show up all night. But there's a stirring in his gut that isn't letting him take that step forward. It's not enough that he foiled that bastard's plans – he wants to see you smile.

“Arcade!” he blurts. If it were possible to narrow his own eyes at himself, he would. Hoseok was usually loud, yes, but where was this sudden word vomit coming from? Glancing up at your bewildered face, he chuckles. “Um, I'm heading over to the arcade. Do you want to join me? It's not that fun when you're alone.”

“I thought you were getting takeout?”

“I'm actually not that hungry. I might just get some snacks at the arcade. What do you say?”

You bite down on your bottom lip, mulling over the thought. You wouldn't want Moon to get the wrong idea about Hoseok but it's not as if the two of you are dating – why should he care if you hang out with another idol? You think of how your group members – Mi-hyo aside – giggled by your side the entire time you got ready for tonight. It would be so incredibly embarrassing to walk in this early. Do you really want to deal with that?

You nod, giving Hoseok a small smile. “To the arcade!”

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“Is there anything particular you want to play?” Hoseok asks you enter the noisy space. To your surprise, he's on close terms with the owner of the arcade who agreed to keep the place open an extra hour just for the two of you. Shoving your face mask back into your bag, you shake your head.

“I've never actually been to an arcade before. This is all new to me.”

Hoseok's head swings toward you with an exaggerated ferocity, eyes wide like a madman. “How is that even possible?”

You shrug. “I studied a lot in school and became a trainee really, really young. I didn't have the time.”

“That's so terrible,” Hoseok stares at you with pity. You laugh at his sullen expression. Sure, there were times when you were deprived of friends and family and normal teenager things, but not being able to go to the arcade wasn't on your list of grievances.

“Well, I'm here now. Aren't you going to show me the best games?”

“Damn right, I am! Follow me!” his fingers wrap around your own and you try to ignore the jolt of excitement that shoots up your limbs as his skin touches yours. He leads you into a black booth, the openings covered by dark curtains. The painting on the side of the booth depicts bloody, gory carnage. It's enough to make you resist the tug from Hoseok's hand.

“This is a lot for a girl's first arcade game. Don't you think you should ease me into it with something … lighter?” you ask nervously, grimacing at the illustrated zombie staring back at you. Hoseok laughs at your adorable uneasiness.

“No way, this one is great. You'll love it!” he exclaims as he pushes you inside. Your nerves only intensify when you're surrounded with the creepy music and vibration of the seat in rhythm with the groaning of a zombie.

“Aren't you supposedly really scared of things like this? You're always screaming and jumping on the programs.”

Hoseok is grinning as he sidles in next to you, reaching behind your body to offer you an oversized plastic gun. “You watch my programs?”

You're suddenly very, very thankful for the darkness of the booth. If the color of your face depicts even a fraction of the heat in your cheeks, you'd be as transparent as a ghost. Unbeknownst to you, Hoseok can very much see the bright rouge tint of your skin. “I mean … BTS is on every program so how could I not?

“Touche,” he agrees with a coy smirk. “It's true – I am very afraid of stuff like this. But that's what makes it fun, you know? It's not exciting if your heart doesn't feel like it's going to burst through your chest.”

“Wow, you're really selling me on this,” you quip monotonously. He laughs harder. “It's fun, I promise. All you do is point and shoot at the zombies, okay? You stick to your half of the screen and I'll stick to mine so we can kill as many as possible. Got it?”

“Got it, Captain,” you fake salute.

His hand falls onto your shoulder, bowing his head deeply. “Godspeed, Solider.”

There's isn't anymore time for giggles as the game begins. It starts off slow – one or two rising up from dark corners and shambling toward you at an alarming speed. Hoseok lets you kill them to get yourself more comfortable with the game. As grotesque and violent as it is, you feel yourself beginning to loosen.

“Don't come at me, bro!” you scream, moving your aim to another rising body. But then there are two. And then three. And they're coming at you from every direction. You nudge the boy beside you with your elbow. “A little help here!”

“I'm kind of busy!” Hoseok yells, his arms swinging the gun back and forth. You groan as the screen on your side slides red with blood, the splattered font of the words You're Dead, Game Over displayed. The gun drops into your lap dejectedly.

“Aw, man. We are not good,” you murmur, frowning at the pathetic score. Hoseok is laughing again as he slides both plastic guns back into their holsters behind the seats.

“But it was fun, yes?” he asks, using his own elbow to nudge you repeatedly. All he needs is the playful eye roll and reluctant smile to confirm that you did, indeed, have a good time. His fist pumps into the air victoriously. “First game success! What should we play now?”

For the next thirty minutes, Hoseok shows you all of his favorite games. You play classic arcade games such as Pac-Man, Galaga and Street Fighter. You play more advanced games such as Dance Dance Revolution – which, despite being in an idol group with moderate dance skills, you're absolutely awful at – and even some of the newer VR games. Needing a break from the bright screens of the electronic machines, Hoseok leads you over to one of his all-time favorites: the air hockey table. You squeal at the sight.

“They have these at arcades? I love air hockey!” you run to the opposite side, fingers brushing across the surface in excitement. You jump in happiness when he flips the switch and the table whirrs to life, air blasting onto the pads of your fingers. “I may have lost to you all night, Hoseok, but this is my game. You're going down.”

“Oh, you think?” Hoseok asks threateningly as he places the puck onto the table. It floats slowly in place. “Well my name is J-Hope and you, my friend, have no hope.”

His bad banter pulls you right out of game mode. You're laughing so hard that you feel moisture drip down your face but in this moment, you don't really care that your makeup is probably smearing and smudging. It doesn't seem to matter with Hoseok. “Oh my god, that was so bad. If your skills are just as bad as your witty banter, you are going to lose for sure.”

“Prepare to eat your words.”

“Bring it on.”

Steadying his striker to line up with the puck, he rears his hand back and slams the two together with so much force that the puck immediately soars off of the table and flies at neck break speed in your direction. There's no time for you to duck before the puck is smashing you in the cheekbone hard, prompting you to lose your footing and stumble to the floor.

“Oh shit! Y/N!” you hear Hoseok shout as he drops the striker and rushes to your side of the table, folding himself into a crouch to help you sit up. He moans in guilt when he sees the blood oozing from a small cut under your eye. “That was an accident. I hit it way too hard – I'm so sorry.”

“Okay, I give up. You are way too competitive,” you mumble, hissing when he touches the wound. He wants to laugh but he's too busy feeling insanely blameworthy. “It's okay. Just a small cut, I think.”

“If your makeup artists are anything like mine, I apologize in advance for the hell you're going to go through,” he admits, moving a section of your hair away from the blood. The gesture is so innocently intimate that Hoseok has to gulp down some of the sudden tension. He clears his throat, rising to his feet and pulling you up with him. “Come on, I know he's got a first aid kit in the employee break room.”

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“So,” Hoseok trails as he presses a cloth to the wound. You hiss again, resisting the urge to yank your face away from his touch. “You and Moon?”

Moon. You had almost forgotten about Moon. “Um, no, there's not really a Moon and I. I don't even really know him, I just have a crush on him and he asked me out so ...”

“You're going out with someone you don't know?”

You roll your eyes, moving your gaze to your feet that hang and swing lazily above the floor from your perch on the sink. “You too? I already got the third degree from Mi-hyo. She heard rumors that he's not such a great guy so she barely let me leave the dorm tonight.”

The words dance enticingly on Hoseok's lips. The urge to tell you the truth is so strong but he has to force it back. This is not the time. “You should listen to your leader. They only want the best for you.”

“I know,” you sigh, tilting your chin in Hoseok's direction as he begins dabbing a cool cream onto the cut. “I just … ugh, this is so stupid and I don't know why I'm admitting this to you but … because of the studying and trainee thing at such a young age, going to arcades wasn't the only thing I missed out on. I've never had a boyfriend or been on a date before and I … I really wanted to experience it.”

“You've never been in a relationship before?” Hoseok stops his ministrations momentarily, stunned at your confession. As crude as he is, Moon wasn't wrong when he said that you were fucking hot. How did someone like you not have men lined up around the corner?

“Wow, so hearing it from someone else really does make it sound more pathetic,” you marvel sarcastically to yourself. Hoseok scoffs, moving closer to continue spreading the cream.

“It's not pathetic. It's understandable. The life of an idol is not a normal one, especially if you start out so young.”

You hum in agreement, counting the tiles on the ceiling as the chillness of the cream seeps into your skin. While your head is trying to ignore the close proximity of his face to yours, your body is on full alert. You mentally pray that he can't hear the pounding of your chest from where he stands.

“So … how was it, then?” he asks suddenly. You cock an eyebrow questioningly. “The dating experience. Besides giving you a pretty nice shiner, was it everything you imagined?”

“D-dating experience?” you sputter in disbelief, your wide eyes shooting toward the rapper's face. “Was this a date? This whole time?”

“Not exactly,” he says, his steely gaze meeting yours and locking it in. “But it's a better date than sitting in a seedy pork belly restaurant at night, don't you think?

You're incapable of answering, your staring contest rendering you completely silent. What is up with this frantic, pounding heart? What is up with these stupid goosebumps? Do you actually like Jung Hoseok?

“I don't know,” you whisper. “At least he would have fed me.”

He exhales a soft laugh. How is it that you have an answer for absolutely everything? “Hey, I never said the date was over. You don't know this because you're inexperienced but food always comes after the black eye.”

You're laughing as you hop off of the sink, turning to look at your reflection in the mirror. Hoseok has done a wonderful job of tending to the wound and you're positive that it won't scar. But the harsh, ugly patch of raised redness on your cheekbone feels as if it's noticeable from miles away.

Hoseok, as if reading your mind, scoffs. “It's not bad, I promise. You can't put any makeup on it right now though, not while the ointment is doing its job.”

You sigh dramatically, offering him a gratuitous smile. “Am I going to be caught eating food with thee Jung Hoseok of BTS with a nasty red splotch on my face?”

“Do you have any lipstick or tint?” he asks.

You frown but reach into your bag anyway. “I was only kidding, Hoseok. I don't think color on my lip will help this anyway.”

He smirks, uncapping the product and squeezing a few drops onto his finger. You gasp when he begins to pat his cheekbone with the product, smearing a harsh tinge of scarlet across his tan skin. He studies his handiwork in the mirror, frowning in disapproval.

“There, now we're both hideous. I can't seem to match the messy look that yours has, though. What do you think I should do?”

Did you just fall a little bit in love with him? You certainly think so. And although you don't have any relationship experience, you know that it would probably be a bit inappropriate to grab the sides of his face and kiss him until he forgets his own name. So you settle for something else instead.

Taking the tint from his grasp, he watches with an intense fascination as you apply the product to your lips, smacking them together to make sure that the color is equal on the top and the bottom. When you're satisfied with the coverage, you rise onto your tiptoes, grab his shoulders for support and press your lips to his sharp cheekbone. You can both feel and hear the way his breath hitches; the sound fueling your own confidence. Pulling away, your hands remain on his shoulders as you smile at the perfectly messy splotch on his cheek.

“Perfect,” he whispers, his gaze hard on yours. His eyes flit down to your mouth. “But now our lips don't match.”

You throw your head back and laugh. “Hoseok, what did I tell you about your bad witty banter? You need to -”

He cuts you off with a searing kiss.

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Later that night, lounging on the sofa of his dorm, Moon receives a text message. The contents are like a virtual sucker-punch to his pride.

Hey, it's Y/N. I'm sure you're a great guy and I'm sorry if this hurts your feelings, but something came up and I think we should just be friends. Thanks for asking me out though! Sorry again.

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alphacrone · 4 years

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for it’s better to burn out than to fade out of sight (3/?)

rating: T pairings: Yuki & Tohru (platonic), Tohru/Kyo, Yuki/Machi, other canon pairings & friendships summary: In the end, it wasn’t sadness Yuki felt, when Tohru Honda had her memories erased. No, it was anger. And anger he could work with.

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iii. now my heart’s a frozen lake where streams used to flow

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“Do you think wave-girl seduced him?”

Yuki paused at the mention of Hanajima. They were barely more than acquaintances, but Yuki didn’t like the tone the girls in the classroom were using. He leaned back against the wall and continued to listen.

“Ew, no way! But he seems close to that Honda girl…”

They were talking about Tohru? Yuki’s blood began to boil.

“How could someone so plain attract Prince Yuki like that! He deserves someone beautiful and utterly perfect .”

“Seriously. Do you think she...you know...with him?”

One of the girls gasped. “Don’t say something like that. The Prince wouldn’t do that with just anyone .”

Under his blind anger at these girls’ insults of Tohru, Yuki wondered just how they could make such assumptions about him . How could they know what would attract him? How could they know he wasn’t hooking up with anyone willing? Who were they to assume his own thoughts and feelings?

But...well, even if they didn’t have the right to think they knew him, how could they even begin to know him? Yuki was a creature of ice and snow, cold and hardened against the world. His heart was frozen solid, buried deep and far, far away from the light of day. He’d never let anyone close, really, only Hatsuharu on occasion.

And then, Tohru had appeared in his life. From the moment he’d found her in the woods, he knew what Prometheus felt gazing upon fire for the first time. Yuki wanted to steal this light for himself, keep her safe and far away from harm, but to be a Sohma was to be dangerous. It would be wise to leave her behind and retreat behind his walls, but Yuki was tired. He was tired of loneliness and tired of the cold, tired of watching the world pass by like a movie he couldn’t pause.

And Tohru was bright, and Tohru was warm, and Tohru was so unfailingly kind and loving, it made Yuki’s heart ache. What would happen to his heart of ice in the face of these new flames in his chest? Would he extinguish her light? Or would he thaw?

Yuki was a creature of snow and ice; would there be anything left of him when he melted?

***

Yuki wasn’t sure what he expected from Hanajima’s house when she invited him to study after school, but the normalcy of it did surprise him. He supposed it would be foolish to think she lived in some spooky, European mansion in the middle of the neighborhood, but against the backdrop of the average house she seemed more startling, like ink against a stark canvas.

“Hope you’re better at history than we are, Prince,” Uotani said, pushing hair from her face as they approached the front door. “I’m great at remembering formulas for math, but I can’t remember dates for shit.”

“Uo’s a math genius!” Tohru called over her shoulder, bouncing a little. “She can do really complicated equations in her head!”

“Eh, math’s just easy,” Uo said with a shrug. “Once you get how it works. Remembering dates and names for things that happened before I was born is confusing.”

Tohru blushed, but didn’t seem too embarrassed when she said, “I think it’s all confusing. But I like learning about the past. So many people have lived so many lives, it’s really interesting.”

Hanajima opened the front door and softly called, “I’m home.” The other girls parrotted her, and all three kicked off their shoes with a familiar ease. Yuki knelt down to remove his own as an older woman replied, “Welcome home!”

Uotani cast a grin at Tohru. “Well, if I’m a math genius, Tohru’s a home ec genius. Our girl can cook and sew like nobody’s business.”

“I kno-” Yuki caught himself before he could reveal he had, in fact, spent a few weeks eating Tohru’s cooking for every meal. “I see.”

“O-oh, it’s nothing,” Tohru sputtered, waving her hands around. Hanajima and Uo led them upstairs to Hanajima’s room, both smirking at Tohru as her face grew pink. “Cooking isn’t anything special like math.”

“I think it’s really special,” Yuki said honestly, readjusting his grip on his school bag. “I’m awful at cooking and cleaning. Most of my meals are take-out.” Of the three men in the house, only Kyo could cook, and he adamantly refused to cook for anyone but himself. After Shigure’s last attempt at cooking, he and Yuki had gone back to take-out and microwaveable meals.

Hanajima’s room was much like the rest of her house—unnervingly normal—but at least here there were touches of her darkness. The dark bedspread and curtains at least hinted at the macabre aesthetic of Kaibara High’s resident witch.

“O-oh, really?” Tohru said, sitting down at the small table across from the bed. “I’m sure you’re not awful.”

“Oh, no, I am,” Yuki laughed, sitting down next to her. “I burn everything.”

“Well, look at that,” Uotani teased, flopping down on Tohru’s other side. “Prince Yuki has a fault . Alert the fangirls, they’ll lose their shit.”

“All men are fallible,” Hanajima said evenly, dark eyes boring into Yuki. “To be perfect is to be inhuman.”

Yuki swallowed roughly. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about, but I guarantee I am incredibly fallible.”

With a snort, Uotani pulled out her notebook and reached around Tohru’s to softly smack Yuki with it. “We’re just giving you a hard time, Yun-Yun.”

“Yun-Yun?” Nobody called him that, except for Kagura when she wanted something.

“Uh, yeah,” Uotani said with a shrug. “I bet that’s what Kyoko would’ve called you.”

“Who?”

“Kyoko,” Hanajima said softly. “Tohru’s mom.”

“Oh.” There was a thick pause. Technically, everyone knew now that Torhu was an orphan, but Yuki wasn’t sure how many people knew how recently her mother had died. “Was she...a fan of giving people nicknames?”

All three girls smiled. “Yes, she was,” Tohru said fondly. “She’s why Uo and Hana go by Uo and Hana.”

“And she would absolutely love to tease you,” Uo said. “A little pretty boy like you wouldn’t have stood a chance.”

“She sounds...fun,” Yuki said.

“She was,” Uo agreed.

“Who’s this? I didn’t know you had more friends, Saki.”

Yuki turned to see a miniature Hanajima. Though his hair was short and his uniform that of the nearby middle school, the boy in the doorway looked exactly like his sister.

“Don’t be rude, Megumi,” Hanajima scolded lightly. “This is Yuki Sohma, our classmate. He’s going to use his status to gain us top academic scores.”

There was an uncomfortable silence, before Uotani laughed and said, “Prince Yuki is here to study with us.”

Tohru smiled at the boy. “Sohma, this is Megumi, Hana’s little brother.”

“Nice to meet you,” Yuki offered, but Megumi said nothing as he studied Yuki’s face.

“You have an unusual energy,” Megumi eventually said, face impassive. “Shall we have snacks?”

“Go get some rice crackers, kid,” Uo said. “You can join us if you study too.”

“Do you need help, Megumi?” Tohru asked. “I can help make tea.”

“Grandmother is already making some for you,” Megumi said. “I’ll see if she has any rice crackers.” He stood and left without fanfare, leaving Yuki feeling more stressed than he had earlier. What a strange boy .

“Love that kid,” Uotani said with a chuckle. “He talks like a old man.”

“When I was staying here, he’d offer to read me bedtime stories,” Tohru said. “It was very sweet, but funny coming from a little boy.”

“He’s an odd one,” Hanajima agreed. “I’m not sure where he gets it from…”

Yuki and Uotani exchanged a bemused look. “Alright, history,” Uotani said. “Someone quiz me.”

“I will!” Tohru grabbed her flashcards and held one up for Uotani. Yuki opened his own notes and tried to focus on them, but was quickly interrupted by Megumi returning with snacks and tea. The girls all cooed over him and told him to join them, so he silently squeezed in between his sister and Yuki, making no real effort to study as the high schoolers returned to their work.

“So, uh, Megumi,” Yuki said after a few minutes of Tohru and Uotani’s excited flashcard quizzing. “Do you also, uh...see waves?”

Megumi raised an eyebrow, but his expression did not change. “No. Saki controls waves.”

“Ah.” Yuki cleared his throat, unsure if he should continue talking.

“I, however, have studied the ancient art of curses,” Megumi continued, voice high and monotone. “All I need to curse a victim is their name.”

Yuki wondered if that was supposed to be a threat. Not that it mattered; he was already cursed.

“What do your curses do?” He asked, resting his hand in his palm. He glanced to the right, but Tohru was thoroughly absorbed in her flashcards, cheering every time Uotani got an answer correct.

“It depends,” Megumi said, not breaking eye contact. “Sometimes it renders the victim ill or in pain. Sometimes it causes them bad luck. Sometimes it makes them the target of negative energies.”

“What about...transformations?” Yuki asked, tapping his pencil against the table. “Can you curse someone to turn into an animal?”

“What, like a toad?” The boy looked unimpressed. “I’m not a witch.”

“I didn’t mean to imply you were,” Yuki backpedaled, holding his hands up in surrender. “It’s just...an interesting concept, don’t you think?”

Megumi tilted his head. “I suppose. To trap an enemy in a foreign vessel is a cruel torture.”

“But you’ve never…?”

“No.” Yuki felt his heart drop. “But it is a curious idea.”

It had been foolish to put any sort of expectations in this child Yuki had known for less than an hour. But just having someone outside his own family discuss curses so casually had sparked hope deep inside him.

Could there be others like him out there? Could this curse be broken? Could this curse be inflicted on someone else, a new family of unwitting monsters?

“Sohma!”

Tohru’s voice broke Yuki from his spiralling thoughts. She was smiling—she was always smiling—and pointed to one of her flashcards. “Can you help us with this one? The textbook gives two different dates for this, and we don’t know which is correct.”

Yuki took a deep breath and nodded, scooting over to look at the flashcards. He supposed it didn’t matter, really, if Megumi held the truth to his...hereditary affliction. For now, it was enough to sit by Tohru Honda and bask in her warmth.

***

Classes were over but Yuki had promised to help the class president with some budgeting, so he bid Tohru, Hanajima, and Uotani goodbye and headed towards the student council room, already dreading Takei-senpai’s overbearing nature.

As he crossed the walkway overlooking the school gate, Yuki noticed Tohru and Hanajima waving Uotani off as she sprinted off to get to her job on time. Tohru was laughing, swinging Hanajima’s hand as they meandered down the stairs at a slower pace. Yuki couldn’t help but smile at the scene, watching his friends—friends?—look so happy and carefree.

He turned to continue his return to the classroom when he noticed a boy standing a few yards away, eyes trained where Yuki’s had just been.

The kid was dark-haired and slouched against the wall, a couple file folders clutched loosely in his hand. He frowned, still watching Tohru and Hanajima. Yuki glanced at the girls again, noticing that Hanajima had separated from Tohru and Tohru now walked alone. Still, the boy’s gaze followed her, frown increasing, turning almost vicious.

It was that angry frown, Yuki would later claim, that spurred him into action. Crossing the walkway quickly and silently, Yuki dipped between the boy’s line of sight and Tohru, blocking her from view. The boy startled, blinking in surprise.

“Leave Tohru Honda alone,” Yuki hissed. “Whatever you want with her, drop it.”

The guy held his hands up. “Hey, hey, calm down, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You were watching her,” Yuki said, poking the boy in the chest angrily. “Leave her alone.”

“I wasn’t planning on starting shit,” the boy said. “Seriously, calm down, I’m not gonna hit on your girlfriend.”

“She’s not- Just- What do you want with her?” Yuki crossed his arm over his chest, face growing warm.

“Not that it’s any of your business,” the guy said with a smirk. “But she and I have a past.” He shouldered past Yuki, turning to add, “Don’t worry about it, Yuki Sohma. I’m not gonna talk to her.”

Before Yuki could respond, he winked and sauntered away, waving as if they’d just had a normal, casual conversation. Yuki sighed and glanced back out to where Tohru had been. She was gone, predictably, but a small part of him felt disappointed by her absence.

You’ll see her tomorrow , a small voice told him. This isn’t like before. She’s still here.

Yuki couldn’t stop the chill that ran down his spine. She was still here, for now. And Yuki would do whatever it took to keep her there, away from the clutches of the Sohma family and its curse.

#fruits basket fanfiction #fruits basket spoilers #fruits basket #furuba manga spoilers #yuki & tohru #anna writes things #x-posting from ao3

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stareyedplanet · 4 years

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Sarge’s Girl || 03

• Chapter Three •

It was the most nervous Anabelle had ever felt in her life, and she hadn’t a clue why. It was three hours before Bucky was scheduled to pick her up, and she was frantic.

Her few dresses were strewn about her room, and her sister Connie watched the scene with amusement, trying to get her sister to calm down.

“Anabelle, come on, it’s not that big a deal.” Connie reasons, stifling a laugh at the look on her sisters face.

“Says you, miss I’ve-never-been-on-a-date-ever. Which means you get no say in this.” Anabelle shoots back, hands on her hips as she stared at her to few choices in clothing.

The family couldn’t afford the latest fashions and new clothing every year, especially for Anabelle. This meant her only five options were old and worn out. Typically, she borrowed clothes from Ruth or Madeline, but she had no time for that now.

So she was stuck in her dilemma of which dress to wear. She wanted to look nice, even if she had been hesitant to go on this date. Anabelle couldn’t fathom why she felt the need to impress the man, but she did. And her clothes just weren’t cutting it.

Anabelle groaned and flopped on her bed.

“What am I gonna wear, Con?” Anabelle asked, looking to her five year younger sister.

Anabelle and Connie had always been extremely close, despite the age gap, so Anabelle often found herself spilling all her worries to her younger sister.

“What about the red dress you got for your twenty-first?” Connie suggested.

“Oh my god! I can’t believe I forgot about it!” Anabelle said with excitement as she launched out of bed and into the closet.

She slipped the dress on, relieved to learn it still fit her, even if it was a little tight in the bust. She couldn’t help but smirk at the thought of Bucky glancing down at her chest. After all, he wasn’t as much a saint as he pretended to be.

“Help me with my hair?” She asked Connie with doe eyes.

Connie groaned but nodded her head nonetheless. She had always been the best at hair, which in turn meant her mother and sisters constantly were asking for help.

An hour later, Anabelle’s hair was perfectly styled, as per the usual. Her shoes were slipped on over her stockings, and her necklace was clipped in place. She looked stunning, perfect for her date with Bucky.

Which she absolutely did not care about.

A knock on the door sounded throughout the apartment, amplified by her nerves. It was as though that one knock was directly against her skull, rather than the front door. She glanced at the clock.

Six o’clock on the dot.

She took a breath, blowing the air past her lips. She could do this. It was just one date. There was no reason for the butterflies in her stomach. It wasn’t a big deal. Just a date with quite possibly the most attractive man Anabelle had ever met.

She steeled her nerves and walked to the main room of the house, her hand finding the door knob and turning.

“Bucky.”

The man in question was leaning against the outer doorframe, and easy smile on his face.

“Wow.” He said, glancing at her appearance. She looked beautiful.

“Hey, Annie. You ready to go?”

“Don’t call me Annie and I will be.” Anabelle tells him, arching an eyebrow in his direction.

Bucky holds his hands in front of him as a sign of surrender.

“Okay, okay, darlin’,” he says to her. He gives her a lopsided smile, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “But really, you ready to go? I’ve gotta fun night planned for you.”

“Do I get to know any of it? Or am I supposed to just blindly trust you?” Anabelle asked, placing her hands on her hips.

“Blind trust, Annie. What do you think I’m gonna do? Murder you?” Bucky asked in amusement.

Anabelle wasn’t laughing.

Bucky winced. “Okay, no I’m not gonna murder you. Or do anything against your will. I swear.” Bucky tells her seriously, offering his hand as a sort of truce.

Hesitantly, she placed her much smaller hand in his. She let him lead her out of the building and onto the street. There was an awkward silence surrounding them before Bucky cleared his throat and spoke.

“So, Annie—“

“Anabelle.”

“Annie, what do you plan to do?” Bucky asked her.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, all the men are going off to war, I didn’t know if you had any plans on helping, or if you were just gonna stay home.”

“Oh, what so you think since I have a pretty face I’m not gonna do my part?” Anabelle asks hotly.

Bucky sputtered. He wasn’t used to such a fire cracker of a girl. Any other gal he had ever taken out would’ve just giggled and said something along the lines of waiting for a man to come home to her, so she could take care of. They always said what they thought Bucky would want to hear.

“No! Of course not. Uh, you can work. I only meant what you would do, ya know? Some gals are starting to work in the factories, some are being nurses.” Bucky recovered, trying not to show how truly nervous she made him. Like he would ruin the entire date if he said one wrong thing.

“I’m not sure to be honest. It was a struggle convincing my mother and father to let me work at the diner. But they were blessed with more girls than boys and need to money. So they agreed. I’m not sure how readily they’d agree to me helping in the factories or anything of the sort.”

“But if you could? Regardless of what they said? What would you do?”

Anabelle shrugged. “Maybe become a nurse? But their starting to require training for that, and if you have to pay, I definitely couldn’t afford that. But I’m all for the idea of training. It’s better than putting bright-eyed people tryna figure out how to save peoples lives, ya know? Nurses are just as important as the soldiers. They’re all saving lives, just in different ways.”

“I guess I hadn’t thought of it that way. But you’re right. The nurses and doctors are just as important as soldiers.” Bucky conceded, swinging their hands which were still clasped tightly together.

“So, Barnes, where are ya taking me? What do you have planned, hmm? Something special just for me or do you take all the girls on the exact same first date?”

Bucky feigned a look of hurt, his free hand covering his heart as though he had been wounded by her words. Which if he was perfectly honest, her words did sting a little. Whoever had said sticks and stones can break your bones but words could never hurt you was an idiot.

“Give me some credit, Annie. I’m original. And I don’t go on that many dates.”

“You’re right. You just sleep around. One and done, right?” Anabelle shot back.

Bucky stopped walking, staring at her. Anabelle only stopped at the tug of her hand still connected to Bucky.

“Why’d you agree to come out with me if all you planned to do was make cheap shots at me?” He asked her, his lips pressed into a thin line. Despite his outward appearance, her jabs at his tendency did actually hurt, especially coming from her.

“It’d be rude to turn down someone who will be protecting my freedom.” Anabelle said simply, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“So, let me get this straight. You didn’t actually want to be here. You just came because I’m going to be a solider? Because you felt you had to. Not because you wanted to? You judge me for my dating habits when you’re no better, doll. Even if you don’t believe it, I actually do care about their feelings. And at least they want what I’m givin’ them just as much as I do. You judge me but you’re just as bad. Did you ever stop to think that maybe I wanted to get to known Anabelle Burton? Do you think I make a habit of chasing after one girl to get het to agree to go on a date she doesn’t even want to be on?”

Bucky takes a step closer to her, but Anabelle involuntarily takes a step back. The seriousness of his voice paired with his towering frame was a little off putting. He hesitated a moment before stepping closer to her again. This time, she didn’t take a step back.

“You liked the challenge.“ she shoots back, her voice quiet.

Bucky silences Anabelle, placing a finger over her lips.

“No, I’m the one doing the talking here, doll.” He tells her, his finger not leaving her lips. “Have you thought that maybe I actually like you? That there was a reason that I chased you so damn much? Ever stop to think that by agreeing to this date it made me inexplicably excited? That I planned for hours what exactly I was gonna do? But then it turns out that I was set up without even having a chance at a second date. That come to find out your mind had been made up about me before you even said yes? How do you think it makes me feel that you only agreed to come tonight out of some twisted sense of obligation? That you never wanted to be around me like I do you? Tell me, Anabelle, tell me how you thought that’d make me feel? That this date was failed from the start. That you refused to have fun before it even began. Because why? Because you worry you may actually like me? Would that be so bad?”

Anabelle’s mouth opened and closed as she struggled to form a coherent answer. Her heart beat wildly against her chest, and despite the strong emotion Bucky was conveying, she wasn’t for a second scared of him. He had a calm sort of anger, and she could tell he was disappointed more than anything.

She felt guilty. Anabelle figure that he wouldn’t care. That she was just another in the long line of broken hearts that trailed after him.

“You know what, doesn’t matter. I’m not gonna force you to be someplace you won’t enjoy. C’mon, I’m taking you home.” Bucky says, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Anabelle hadn’t been quick enough to reply, though she had no clue what she would have said to change his mind. But did she even want to change her mind? After all, he was tight. She had come out of her own sense of obligation, not because she had the intentions on going on a date with Bucky Barnes, but rather the future soldier he would be. Which meant him taking her home was a good thing.

But then why did she feel so sad?

“Bucky...” Anabelle started.

“Save it, doll. I’m taking you home. Saving you from wasting an evening with me.”

Despite how upset he was, Bucky hadn’t once let go of her hand. It was still tucked in his, though at this point he was leading her home. He hadn’t been joking. He wasn’t forcing her on a date she didn’t want to be on, no matter how much it hurt him to forget all the plans he had made.

They had been about fifteen minutes away from her house when the date had been brought to a screeching halt. The fifteen minute return had been the most awkward and uncomfortable minutes of Anabelle’s entire life. You could cut the tension with a knife, and it was quite honestly suffocating.

“I think it’s best I stay down here, don’t you?” Bucky asked as they came upon her building door, his tone bitter.

“Bucky...I’m sorry.” Anabelle admits quietly.

“Yeah, doll, so am I,” Bucky sighs, looking away from her. Finally he lets go of her hand.

Anabelle nods and her gaze falls to the ground. She opens the door of the building and was halfway in before Bucky stopped her.

“Anabelle, for the record, I was gonna take you on a picnic in the park. Then to a cartoon. In case you were wondering.” Bucky shrugged.

“Oh.” Anabelle said, unable to form words. It seemed like a sweet enough date, both with the option of hanging out and talking, and also just quietly enjoying each others company. Only she had gone and screwed it up. “Goodnight, Bucky.”

“Goodnight, Annie.”

This time she didn’t correct him.

She dredged up to her home, her head hung in guilt the entire way. When she arrived to her door and opened it, she was met with the surprised faces of her mother and sister.

“You’re back early.” Her mother comments, confused.

“What happened?” Connie asked.

“I messed up.”

ooo

i’m mean ik

#ocapp #bucky barnes x oc #Sarge’s girl #40s!Bucky #sarge’s girl series #stareyedplanet #series

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ask-the-cordium-crew · 4 years

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Even Villains Need Holidays (A WKTC holiday story)

It was time for the holidays in the kingdom of Salem. It was quiet, not much of a celebration. Dark came in, seeing what was happening and was shocked gasping dramatically. “This place could really use some colour! It’s Christmas after all, and we could all use a day to relax and have fun trust me.”

Salem looked up she wasn’t typically one who liked to celebrate such an event, but this was one of the times mark was right she sighed

“Alright Mark you have piqued my interest you may prepare us a Christmas party if we are to achieve our goal

we can’t be tired and such we still need to wait for the best moment to begin the next part of our plans, so we do have the time, for now, do not disappoint me and perhaps we can do this again next year.”

Marks eyes lighted up like a star as he smirked he then clapped a certain way this lead to Benjamin coming in the room.

“Benjamin, go collect for us a Christmas tree big enough to reach the roof I will get started on decorating this place” Benjamin nodded and left to do as he was told by his master.

As for Mark, he began to set up several tables where food and drinks could be placed. He then rolled his eyes, sighing “Tyrian, you crazy bastard. I know you can be of use for something go make us the strongest eggnog you can and as much as you can just make sure it tastes good AND ABSOLUTELY NO POISON.”

The scorpion faunus giggled “Oh, fine! no poison, but I’ll make this so strong at least one of us will be blackout drunk by the end of the night,” Mark chuckled gently. “That's the plan. There should be everything you need in my airship; however, use anything you have on you as well.”

Tyrian soon ran off to go get everything he needed. Mark then looked at Emerald and Mercury. “Alright, you two go to my airship and get the Christmas decorations for the tree and to liven this place up a bit and then put them up.”

Mercury crossed his arms, rolling his eyes, “and why should we listen to you?” Emerald didn’t usually like Dark mark, but she did like the idea of a Christmas party never having enjoyed one herself. “Oh come on, merc this guy an actor he’s hosted plenty of parties he knows what he’s doing for once,” she snickered. Mercury groaned gently before walking off.

“Fine, if I get to drink something and have a good meal, then it’s worth it” he might not have acted like it, but he did enjoy the idea of a party he needed to relax for once after all. They then left to go get the Christmas decorations Mark then turned to Hazel and Dr. Walts.

“Hazel, would you be a dear and go help Benjamin with the tree and getting it inside? I know he’s strong, but I know he’ll need some help, especially putting it up behind Salem and her throne.”

Hazel cracked his knuckles and neck looking down at Mark “Yeah I can do that no problem, by the way, I might not always respect you and your ideas but I definitely respect this one a Christmas party is a great idea.” And after that hazel

Soon Arthor looked at Mark, “And what would I be doing then?” Mark rubbed his chin gently while looking at him “well, honestly, I am not sure making sure the lights and everything work and maybe getting the Christmas hats for everyone?” He sighed gently but nodded, “I suppose that makes sense sure I honestly don’t think a party should even be happening, but if Salem thinks it is a good idea, then I'll play along.”

And soon enough, Mercury and Emerald came back in with both a latter and all the decorations they would need mercury held the latter for her it was one of those letters with wheels, and the two spent the next hour getting Christmas lights all around the top of the room with dr. Walts helping with getting the lights on and soon, the room was lit up red, blue, green, yellow, purple, all sorts of colours flashing in the room.

After this, Tyrian got inside, slamming several gallons of eggnog onto one of the food tables along with hardcore whiskey. He then placed down a large punch bowl and some drink cups. He then mixed the eggnog and whiskey together.

“OH THIS WILL BE AMAZING!” He had enough for two bowls, so in the second bowl instead of hardcore whiskey, it was snake venom vodka though he made sure to put labels on both the bowls after mark gave him a distinct look.

“Good job, you four. This is going well so far. Once Benjamin and Hazel get in with the tree and set it up, we’ll get making snacks... speaking of things callows where is the snake?” Emerald walked up, confused, “snake?” Mark sighed before rubbing his head. “Yes, to make snake venom vodka, they often put a snake into the bottle when I was able to drink. I had the stuff plenty of times.”

Tyrian soon shouted, “OH! WELL, I PUT IT INTO A MINI COOLER WITH ICE! why?” Mark wiped his head relaxed “oh good, I thought you put it into the punch bowl.”

Soon after all the lights and the eggnog was made, Hazel looked outside and helped Benjamin bring the tree inside they struggled a bit getting it in since it was so massive.

but after about 10 minutes, they got it in and then set it upright behind salems throne. “Thank you, Hazel, and good job Ben now get to work on the food would you Benjamin?” The butler nodded and went to the kitchen, getting to work, making a feast for them all to enjoy.

While all the food was being worked on Mark, Emerald and Mercury decorated the tree, and at the top of the tree instead of a star, it was an angel oh wait never mind it was just a vast figure of mark dressed up as an angel with a halo and all.”

The two then turned to look at him “really dude?” he smirked as he looked at them both “oh, we all know I am the biggest star in the room,” and after the tree was done, Cinder came in finally “now what is going in here?” Mark turned to face her and rolled his eyes “Oh lovely of you to finally join us.”

Emerald smiled and hugged Cinder, “hey Cinder! We’re having a Christmas party” Cinder pushed her away after about a few minutes “hmm seems like a waste of time, but do I get to burn down the tree tomorrow? That is the only way I’ll call this worth it.”

Mark sighed gently “fine yes after we remove the decorations tomorrow you are allowed to burn it down of course outside” and soon as everything was being finished up

Dr. Walts came inside and placed Christmas hats on everyone, including himself, besides Salem not wanting to make her upset. Still, he did put one down in front of her.

Each Christmas hat had some text on it to fit the person wearing it (Cinders said “an open fire that chestnuts roast on,” Emeralds said “the girl who stole Christmas” Mercury’s said “Santas assassin”

Mark’s said “king of the dildos” salems if she would choose to wear it said, “a very Grimm Christmas” Dr. walts hat said “Christmas is fun, but science is better,” and finally Tyrian’s said “blood-red Christmas” along with hazel’s hat which said “Christmas beefcake.”

along with the text written on each hat they were all coloured to fit who wore them Salems was black and white Cinders were the colours of fire Emeralds was green

and white Mercury’s was grey, and white marks were red and pink walts were yellow, and orange Hazels were two different shades of brown and finally, Tyrians, which was purple and green and the little white ball of fluff at the end was a small scorpion tail.

Salem surprisingly put on her Christmas hat and smiled lightly but then looked at Marks looking confused, “why does it say that Mark?” Mark then chucked gently “oh, it was one of the Christmases. Before I met you, my lady of darkness, let's just say it was a crazy night.”

Soon enough Christmas dinner was ready and placed onto the tables along with plates for everyone duck, chicken, turkey and a whole pig for the meat

and for side dishes, there were potatoes, gravy, carrots, pigs in blankets and finally blue cheese with crackers for dessert there was a cake and a pie.

Everyone was soon sat down in the large table in the middle of the room they all turned to face Mark and Salem spoke up first “thank you for planning this all out but how did you have all the stuff needed on your ship?”

he gulped and rubbed the back of his neck “I came here with the intent of having a party I wasn’t sure if you’d say yes or no, but I thought I'd bring the stuff anyways.”

She chuckled softly, “you are fortunate. I said yes then, but” she soon stared at him with anger. “Never ask something like this again, hoping I’ll say yes and already have the stuff next time you ask in adance understand?”

he fixed his robes then sighed gently “yes, of course, lady Salem” she then nodded. “Good now, enjoy the night, everyone. If all goes well, we might do this again next year.”

Emerald and Mercury looked most excited about the idea of doing this again.

They then had an enjoyable night, unlike most of Mark's parties. It wasn’t that crazy. It was more enjoyable and relaxing; this is one of few times they all could be happy and stop their evil actions for even a single day.

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caralynsmoved · 4 years

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it’s human nature to miss what’s right under your nose

fandom: 911onfox

characters: bethany flynn ( original female character ), evan “ buck “ buckley, tommy kynard, fire fam, original male characters.

relationships: bethany flynn/tommy kynard, evan “ buck “ buckley/eddie diaz ( supporting ), maddie buckley/howie “ chimney “ han ( supporting and adorable ), bobby nash/athena grant ( supporting ), hen wilson/karen wilson ( supporting and amazing )

rating: general audiences, teen

setting: i guess post season two since that’s when beth appears and maybe leading into season three ?

∞

“ again ? “

“ sorry, beth. “ aidan, the man behind the counter at the coffee shop she’s fallen in love with apologizes like he’s been apologizing because the pumpkin muffins were gone .. again. “ guy took the last two an hour ago, you just missed him. “

“ sorry beth stops feeling sorry four muffins ago, “ a pout colored her features as she ordered her vanilla latte and blueberry muffin as a consolation prize, “ i’m going to find this muffin thief one day, “

“ of course you are, justice will be served ! “ aidan calls after her, raising a stirrer in the air as she raises her own cup in answer as she leaves.

“ huzzah ! “

∞

“ still no pumpkin muffin huh, pumpkin ? “ buck teases her with the smile she knows means he’s holding back laughter at his own joke and she throws a napkin at his head, “ come on, that was hilarious ! “

“ you really need to learn what that word actually means, dork. “ beth said, refraining from letting out the laugh that would give buck vindication on his awful jokes, “ and no, the muffin thief struck again and aidan did nothing but let him have it ! “

“ you mean he actually let someone buy a muffin and then gave it to him ? “ buck affected a mock horrified look, “ i can’t believe he just did his job like that ! the horror ! “

“ you know when casey phillips said you tripped him i said he was lying and backed you up, you could at least pretend to do the same for me, best friend. “ beth said, kicking her shoes off as she took a seat next to him on the couch.

“ that was in second grade and he was lying ! “ buck exclaimed, with all the offense someone could muster over a 12 year old argument, “ casey was a complete klutz ! “

“ of course he was, it’s why he was the only third grader to become equipment manager instead of playing gym with the rest of us. “ beth said, picking at the remains of her muffin before rolling up the wrapper and laying it on the table, “ what i’m saying is i was on your side so you’re supposed to be on mine and not mr. muffin thief. “

“ fine, i’m sorry, “ buck said, making sure he was not sorry at all as he spoke with a familiar smirk, “ do you want me to stake out the muffin shop, find the first customer who buys a pumpkin muffin and hold him upside down by his ankles until he apologizes for his crimes against humanity ? “

“ let’s save it in our back pocket but, i like we’re you’re going with this. “ beth said, nodding as she drummed her fingers along her leg, “ for now, i’m thinking a more verbal approach, “

“ you’re a crazy person, you know that ? “ buck said, the words undercut by the amusement and affection in his eyes, “ an absolute crazy person and athena’s not going to bail you out like moms did. “

“ but, i’m your crazy person. “ beth said with a dimpled grin as she leaned over and pressed a kiss against his cheek, “ besides i’m not going to get caught, you’re the one who always gets caught. “

�� you know sometimes it baffles me how people think you’re the innocent one in this relationship, “ the blonde said with a near pout, “ you’re like half the reason we get into as much trouble as we do, “

“ hey ! you’re the other half of that, buddy, it’s not like you’re some innocent angel yourself, mr. no one will notice if we steal one golf cart as long as we give it back. “ beth said, thumping her foot against his side.

“ hey, we didn’t even get written up for that one ! “

“ because my mom was the arresting officer ! “ beth insisted with a laugh, remembering the look on her mom and her partner’s face when they had stopped the aforementioned stolen golf cart and seen her and buck at the wheel, that had been a lecture for the record books, “ and trust me she was this close to arresting us anyway. “

“ lies, mom loves me. “ buck said, reaching over to snag her coffee off the table and take a drink, “ everybody does, it’s the buckley charm. “

“ yeah, the maddie buckley charm. “ beth said, under her breath only to hear an overdramatically offended gasp in response.

“ see, now i’m glad you never get your pumpkin muffin, “ was the petulant response she received, “ maybe the person who gets it is actually super nice to the best person in their life. “

“ again, i’m super nice to maddie, i brought her lunch yesterday and we went shopping for boots. “ beth said, playfully oblivious to the point buck was trying to make as she fumbled around for where they had left the remote last night, “ we had a great time. “

“ i’m getting a new best friend one day and you’re gonna be heartbroken, “ buck said, full on pouting now as he sank back into the couch cushions, adamantly refusing to help her find the remote even though she knew he was probably the one who lost it.

“ is that best friend going to be an eight year old boy who thinks you’ve hung the moon ? “ she said as she got off the couch to look underneath it wondering if one of them had fallen asleep with it in their hand during a bout of insomnia induced bingeing.

“ maybe … but at least he’s got better taste in movies than you do, “ with that he reached over and pulled the remote out of the couch cushions with a smirk, “ and now i don’t have to watch another re-run of the office. “

“ well excuse me, mr. suddenly i’m too good for the hard workers of the dunder mifflin scranton branch, “

∞

“ hey, there’s my favorite customer ! “ aidan’s wide smile greets her, overly wide and she quirks a curious brow at the at the door greeting, “ how are you today, bethers ? “

“ wondering if i love or hate being called bethers, “ beth quipped, trying to peek past the young man to see what he was hiding from her, “ what are you hiding, aid ? “

“ why do you assume i’m hiding something ? “ the affronted look came and went in a second before aidan sighed and moved away to let her move towards the counter, he followed after slowly and made his way behind it, “ okay, fine i was hiding something but it wasn’t my fault ! it was jake ! “

“ liar ! “ came the affronted and maybe a little scared shout from the back where she assumed jake was doing prep.

“ okay, fine. it was me, but i thought we had more .. apparently our truck isn’t coming until tomorrow, which means … “ he trails off, eyes darting to the bakery case and she already knows what she’s going to see or more likely what she isn’t going to see.

“ dude, seriously ! “ beth cries, green eyes wide as she stares at the once more empty pumpkin muffin plate, “ we had a pact, you cretin ! “

“ nice use of the word cretin, b ! “ jake once more shouts from the back and she moves her glare from the pumpkin case to aidan who threw a empty cup, blindly at the backroom.

“ thank you, my new favorite barista ! “ she calls back, crossing her arms over her chest which earns her aidan’s puppy eyes. thankfully, though a lifetime of being friends with the buckleys gives one an almost immunity to puppy eyes … almost. she softens just a little.

“ come on, i’m sorry ! “ aidan cried, arms flailing about as he spoke, “ it was so crazy and i was going to keep one just for you, but then the truck was supposed to be here so i sold it thinking i could make you a fresh batch, but then i didn’t get the memo that truck was going to be late. “

“ oh my god, breathe, aid. “ beth said, a laugh threatening to escape her and undermine her totally justified anger, “ just give me a cinnamon roll and call it even, dork. “

“ no problem, on the house. “ aidan was quick to place the cinnamon roll into a small bakery box and hand it over, “ vanilla latte, extra whip ? “

“ at least no one can steal that from me. “ a pout colors her features as aidan goes about making her latte and she takes a seat at the small section of the counter designated for customers.

“ did you show her ? did you show her yet ? “ is jake’s excited question as he comes rushing out of the backroom, dark hair a messy tangle and apron covered in flour. jake is nothing if not excitable and adorable as anything, he won her over in seconds with coffee puns and goofy designs in the foam of her coffee, he and aidan are definitely one of the main reasons she’s always come back to this coffee shop.

“ show me what, cracker jake ? “ it’s become one of their rituals, the million and one nicknames she and jake can come up with for each other and his snort of laughter is almost enough to distract her from his curious question.

“ the note ! “ aidan sighs with a fond smile as he reaches into the drawer and pulls out a brightly colored sticky note and passes it to her, “ pumpkin muffin guy left it for you ! “

“ you got into the chocolate covered expresso beans, didn’t you ? “ was bethany’s question as she reached for the note, “ you know you’re not supposed to after last time. “

“ that was an accident that totally wasn’t fueled by the beans besides, that’s not the point ! after like weeks of back and forth, muffin guy left you a note like some sort of scavenger hunt ! “ jake said, growing only more excited and if her heart wasn’t already stubbornly stuck on one dimpled firefighter named tommy jake would have had it in minutes. “ aren’t you the littlest bit excited ? “

“ fine ! maybe i’m a little bit excited if not for the chance to finally know his name and get some revenge. “ beth said with a playful grin as she unfolded the note.

too slow, babe ! maybe next time ;)

“ no name ? he can tease and write winky faces like a teenager, but no name ! “ beth dropped her forehead to the counter with a groan and one of the boys reached out to pat her shoulder before she looked up, “ how much do i have to pay to poison his next muffin ? “

“ you know we can’t do that. “

“ how much we talking ? “ jake said at the same time aidan protested and the other man reached over to smack his forehead, “ ow ! i mean i’m not allowed. “

“ buzzkill. “ bethany groaned once more, sticking her tongue out at them.

“ well … are you going to say anything back ? “ jake asked, curiously as he poked at her shoulder, “ anything at all ? “

“ what would i say back ? thanks jerk for taking away my favorite muffin ? hey thanks for the note, maybe eat that instead next time or ooh ooh how about if you take my muffin again i’ll have my cop mom find you ? “ bethany suggested, picking aimlessly at the remains of her cinnamon roll.

“ or how about something vaguely less threatening .. maybe a hello or try the blueberry ? “ jake offered with a grin and shrug of his shoulders.

“ fine, i’ll write something. “ beth said, reaching across the counter to grab the sticky notes and a pen, scribbling out a quick note.

hope you enjoy it for now, your pumpkin days are over, buddy !

“ that works ! “ jake approved and aidan shot her a thumbs up as he tucked it behind the counter, out of sight as she tossed the remains of her pastry and coffee into the trash, “ bye, bethany ! “

“ au revoir, jacob ! “ bethany replied with a playful bow as she made her way out of the store and into the early winter morning, a brightly colored post with a winking face still forefront in her mind.

#→ we'd be a wonderful us / kynn #→ it's human nature to miss what's right under your nose / multichapter #→ here to stand between you and the chaos / 911onfox #→ write until it feels as natural as breathing / abigail writes #and here's the first chapter of my muffin thief/post it notes au kiddos !#and if anyone's wondering i'm picturing aidan as mehcad brooks #and jake as chris wood !#enjoy !

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theweddingofthefoxes · 7 years

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as a prompt: what if busy businessman Hux experiences the woes of a booking error on his flight and instead of flying business class as expected, he has to fly coach and is seated next to Kylo, who has already spread out over both seats. (if they get handsy under the provided "blankets" I would not be unhappy about it)

(Oh my god this is such a cute prompt, I love this.)

“That’s absolutely impossible,” Hux tells the gate agent. “My company always flies me business class. Always.”

The gate agent was a battle-axe, a survivor of years and years in the industry, utterly unbreakable and unflappable, even in the face of Hux’s barely-contained fury. She had the coolest, most unconcerned expression on her face as she said, “You’ll have to take that up with your company, sir. It is not the fault of the airline that someone else bought a ticket that you do not like.”

“But business class is boarding–”

“I understand that sir, but you are not in business class for this flight.” She looked at him with something that might have been kindness and might have been contempt. “I assure you that if in that time, anything terrible happens to you, we will be happy to address it.”

Hux had plenty more fight in him, but he could tell that this woman would simply not budge, and if he spent too much more time attempting it, he’d miss this flight and fuck his entire trip’s schedule up. Part of him was tempted, just to see if he could wrangle business class on the next flight, but another part of him knew that it was impossible. He had a presentation to give first thing the next morning and if he missed it, his job was on the line. With a sigh, he pushed back a strand of hair that had come loose in his anger and resigned himself to the line, gritting his teeth as two kids in front of him fought, fists flying, over whose turn it was to play the Nintendo DS. Watch me get seated right next to these brats, he thought.

Well, he wasn’t. Just right ahead of them. Perfect for them to kick my seat. He was looking so longingly at the business-class seats that he was passing that he nearly walked right past seat seat 20A. Also–it was already occupied. The guy in it was tall and broad, with one of those stupid man-buns, dressed in jeans and the kind of faded green jacket that looked vintage but was probably from Target for $20. One leg was sprawled across the aisle seat.

“You’re in my seat,” Hux said.

“Hm?” The guy took off his headphones. “Oh, you’re 20A?”

“Yes, I’m 20A,” Hux said, hating himself for saying it because he really did not belong in 20A but that was his seat and now suddenly he was defensive of it. “Can you–?”

“Do you mind letting me have the window? The drink cart always whacks my knees when it goes past if I sit in the aisle.”

Hux forced himself to imagine how fast he’d be fired if the people on this plane started live-tweeting the breakdown he could feel coming on and it went viral and found its way to his boss. “That’s fine,” he hissed, certain he looked like a man on the brink of murder, and sat himself in the aisle seat.

“You’re a peach, you know that?”

A peach? Hux frowned.

“I’ll share my food, to thank you. I bought a ton of shit at the little kiosk before takeoff.”

Hux wasn’t sure he wanted this guy’s food, but something else was alarming to him. “What about our meals?”

“Our meals? We’re not getting meals. Not unless you’re up there.” He pointed up at business class, where Hux belonged, goddamit. “We get pretzels though, and a cup of soda. And beer or wine if you pay extra. And blankets.”

Hux put his tray down so he could lie down on it in despair, but then the flight attendant came over and told him to put it back in its upright position because they were about to take off.

When they reached their cruising altitude, Hux finally said, “Okay, you know what? I will take some of those snacks.”

The guy’s headphones were on so he tapped him sharply on the shoulder and then pointed down at his bag. “The snacks. You offered me snacks.”

“You talk like a fuckin’ CEO, you know that?” The guy laughed, his dark eyes sparkling. Hux hated that he was noticing how lovely they were, how liquid and dark-lashed.

“I’m up for vice-president of First Order industries, actually.” It was obnoxious, but he couldn’t help letting him know who he was.

“No way,” the guy said, rummaging through his backpack. “What are you doing in coach?”

Hux gritted his teeth. “They usually put me in business, but they made a mistake. I couldn’t get the gate agent to fix it.”

This guy had the gall to laugh at him. “Life’s like that, huh? I kind of figured that you weren’t used to sitting back here, with the 99 percent. You didn’t even bring your own snacks.”

“Usually they’re provided.”

“You will get your pretzels, courtesy of the airline. But from me…” Hux could only stare at the bounty inside the backpack, like something out of a Tarantino briefcase, practically glowing. Candy bars, jerky, chips and crackers and cookies.

“God, you’re a pantry.”

“I’m actually a professor, but thanks.”

“A professor? What do you teach?”

“Art history. I’m heading to the Rijksmuseum.”

“You look like you’re heading to a weed cafe.”

The guy laughed. “I mean. They’re not mutually exclusive now, are they? What about you? I assume probably not weed.”

“We’re hoping to buy out a Dutch company. I usually get sent to do the sales talk.”

They kept eating and talking for a very long time, their music and books and laptops forgotten for thirty minutes, then an hour, then two, as they told each other about their lives. This guy, whose name was Ren, had gotten hired at a university two years before and specialized in Baroque art, and was waiting to find out if a paper he’d written would be published. When the flight attendant came by with the cart (which whacked Hux in the knee instead) offering drinks, Hux bought them both wine.

“You didn’t have to–”

“I didn’t. You stuck me in this awful aisle seat.” But Hux felt himself smile for real. Until he and Ren started talking, he hadn’t smiled once since he’d left for the airport earlier that day. Ren helped himself to a Fig Newton and put on an affected voice.

“Yes, this vintage really brings out the fig flavor. A fine year.”

“I’ll take it back.”

“She’s not going to take it back.”

“No, I’m going to take it back. And drink it myself.”

The wine was the perfect way to settle in for the night, even in these awful uncomfortable coach seats, as they kept talking and joking and teasing one another, finishing off the candy bars. The lights dimmed and Hux felt warm and pleasant under the little blanket provided, not exhausted but just sleepy, and felt even better when he felt Ren’s head slowly drift down to his shoulder. Even better than that when Ren’s hand settled on his thigh.

Everything was quiet.

“Whatever you’re thinking about doing,” Hux whispered in his very quietest voice. “I think you should do it.”

Ren snorted against him. “That’s not business class behavior, now, is it?”

“I’m not in business class,” Hux whispered back, and in responses, he felt Ren’s fingers brush against his belly as he undid the button of his pants.

“Don’t let anyone hear you,” Ren said. “Won’t that be a scandal?”

“Hush,” Hux said, grinning and grimacing in anticipation, already hard.”

In their hours of chatting, they had not discussed their sex lives whatsoever, so Hux was not prepared for whatever jewel-thief, silent, effective handjob skill that he was almost positive Ren had not learned in any art history class. Who the fuck was this guy? Once more, Hux found himself straining to not make a scene, hoping that his little sharp inhales sounded like the sound of a sleeper and not of a man on the brink of coming for the first time in, God, he didn’t even know how long.

“Did you like?” Ren whispered in his ear.

Did he like???

“What hotel are you staying at in Amsterdam?” Hux asked, already trying to figure out how to get to the bathroom to clean up as quick and quiet as possible before falling asleep for real next to this impossible stranger.

Part 2 here!

#epiccuppycakes #my fic #kylux #modern au #this got really long ah!

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