#long time no post! and what a way to return lol- just a stupid poke oc

[noctumbra]

❝tight❞

summary ─ “hmm, yes, dolly?” you whined for real this time, making him smirk against your skin mischievously. “you want something?”

pairing ─ boxer!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, gym shower sex, dirty talk, pet names, fingering

a/n ─ just gonna post this and go back into hiding. this schedule is the new black gals. i’ll post if i write, and i don’t write then i’ll post whenever i write lol this is the conclusion i have finally come up with. hope you like it! please leave a comment if you do! thank you <33

KINKTOBER DAY TWELVE: boxer!bucky + gym shower sex + humiliation kink

You stepped into the workout area with your towel on your shoulder and your water bottle in hand. Your headphones were around your neck, your phone was tied to your thigh securely. There were people around; lifting weights, running or jogging on the treadmill, cycling, jumping rope… Lots of grunts and groans and victorious moans were filling the large space.

You walked around a couple guys who were doing sit-ups and found yourself an empty treadmill. You always started your workout with a light jog, most people stretched you had observed, but you liked to jog. Setting up the pace, you started your workout with your workout playlist blasting through your headphones and let the time wash away as you got rid of the extra energy.

Not realizing how long it had passed since you had started your workout, you stopped doing sit-ups for a short break. You were soaked; your hair was sticking to your skin and your workout gear was partially wet because of your sweat. Breathing deeply and steadily, you pulled off your headphones. While you were lost in your head, the gym had emptied itself.

Well, almost.

He was in the ring like usual you realized, seeing his reflection from the mirror wall.

James.

He usually came to the gym after 9PM. He liked the quiet and liked being alone, you assumed, and you really couldn’t blame him because you, too, liked the quiet and being alone while working out. You knew that if he were to come early, he couldn’t workout as effectively as he was now because there would be a lot of people who’d ask questions about boxing.

James was a boxer.

You learned that from Sam. He had championships on some… ballsy competition was what Sam had told you. You weren’t into boxing so you usually just admired the man doing his thing.

He was working with Steve per usual. Both of them beefy and handsome as hell, you watched them move on the ring like silk fabrics sliding against each other. Their moves were so smooth but held so much strength beneath, it always got you wet just by watching them boxing together. They were topless, only had a pair of black basketball shorts and wraps on their hands. Both their chests were shining under the light, a soft sheen of sweat covering their bulging biceps and chests.

You shook yourself out of your trance when your eyes found James’ cold blue ones. Feeling your face heating up because of his look, you ducked your head and decided to continue to your workout before your body got cold. Putting on your headphones back, you returned to your workout.

It was actually James who touched your shoulder and pointed your headphones when you looked up at him.

“Hi,” he said, “Steve said that he was closing for tonight, but you didn’t hear him.” You frowned. You didn’t know your workout lasted this long. Pulling your phone out from where it was strapped to your thigh, you checked the time.

“Holy shit,” you murmured. James chuckled lightly.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “I told Steve that I could close up since I needed the extra hour of training, but I really need to close up.” He smiled at you sheepishly. You nodded.

“No, of course!” You jumped to your feet, but forgetting about the head rush, you had to grab his bicep to stand on your feet.

“Whoa,” James said, his other hand grabbing you by the waist. “You okay?” You swayed on your feet dangerously, looking pale as hell as you did so. James frowned and tightened his hold around you. He really didn’t want you pass out or fall.

“’m fine,” you murmured. “Head rush,” you added as you blinked furiously. “I’ll be going shortly.” James nodded.

“You could take it slow,” he said, “Hell, you should take it slow. I’ll wait until you’re out of shower. I need one, too, anyway. I stink.” You chuckled at him softly. Nodding, you grabbed your things and stood slower this time. You walked towards the showers together silently. His presence next to you wasn’t as intimidating as you thought it would be, and you smiled at yourself.

“I think you know your way around─ ah, hell,” he cursed. You turned your head to see what was happening.

Apparently the men’s showers were closed because there was cleaning inside. Biting your lip, you looked at him as an idea formed into your mind.

“You could, um,” you started, “use the women’s? It’s only me anyway and I can check if there’s someone just in case?” James frowned slightly before nodding. You smiled at him and quickly ran inside; checking every shower, you made sure that there was no one. “It’s empty. Come on.”

“Gimme a minute? I gotta grab my bag,” he said, jerking his head towards the lockers. You nodded. “Don’t be afraid when I come inside though.” You chuckled and nodded again. Parting your ways with him, you opened your locker and retrieved your bigger towel. You took of your sweaty gear and put them into a small separate bag. With your shampoo and soap in your hand, you walked in one of the showers and turned on the hot water. As the hot water kicked in, you hung your towel just outside of the shower doors, and ducked under the water.

Feeling all the stickiness slowly going through the drain, you closed your eyes.

You yelped when you felt two hands grabbing you by the waist and pulling you against a ripped chest.

“Sssh,” James hushed you. “I told you don’t be afraid when I come inside, right?” He whispered into your ear, making you shudder under the hot water.

“I─ I didn’t expect─” He hummed at your way of tripping over your own words.

“I can go,” he murmured. “I can go to the one at the very end if you’re not up for this,” he added. “I really want this, though.” His nose poked the soft skin behind your ear, body molded against yours, you felt your body melt in his embrace. “You tell me no, and I take it to the heart, but─” James chuckled darkly. “I’ve been seeing you, honey,” he murmured. “Seeing you watch me. You watch me with those sexy eyes, making me lose my focus. Steve always gets a good punch in whenever you distract me.”

You whined so silently, you weren’t sure that he heard over the water’s roaring sound.

“The way you move, though,” James hummed approvingly. “Those leggings? Gets me hard the second I see them hugging your body the way they do.”

“James…” you whispered, causing him to tighten his hold around you.

“Hmm, yes, dolly?” You whined for real this time, making him smirk against your skin mischievously. “You want something?” You nodded, your hand finding his on your stomach. “Say it out loud, please,” he whispered. You had to swallow a couple times to get your tongue working again.

“Fuck me,” you whispered as your eyes found his over your shoulder. His cold steel blue eyes weren’t as cold as before now; they were warm, but dark, burning with restrained desire. “Please?”

Hearing him growl was your ‘yes’ and suddenly, you were plastered against the cold, shower wall. Yelping from the sudden coolness on your warm skin, you flinched back, but James was there to corner you.

His ripped body was a furnace behind you; his erection pressing against your ass, you felt his hands move upwards. You hummed, arching into the warmth that was coming off of his body and sneaked a hand in his wet hair. James kissed your exposed neck, hands grabbing your breasts softly, he squeezed them; causing you to moan loudly.

“Hush, honey,” James murmured. “The cleaners are still around.” You whimpered, but he was right. Getting caught by them would be a nightmare and you probably would have to change your gym. Which you did not want. “I know you wanna make noises,” James assured you, “I want to hear you, too, baby, but you gotta keep it quiet for tonight, okay? Next time, I’ll have you screaming freely.”

You shuddered at the mention of next time. There would be a next time in his book then, you thought, and felt giddy about it. Your focus turned to him again; his hips were moving against your ass slowly, smearing precum all over the soft flesh and let the water wash it away.

“Please?” You whispered.

His hand left your breast, found his cock and he lined up against your wet pussy. Running the tip of his cock up and down a couple times just to tease you, he slid inside. The pain of his cock stretching your pussy got you gasping into the tiles; he didn’t have a long cock, he was average in the height department. His girth, however, that was a whole different story.

James groaned into your shoulder as he bottomed out. His hot breath was licking over the wet skin, making you shiver in his arms every once in a while. He kissed your shoulder, nosed your ear and the hand that had left your breast had found its way back there.

“Tight,” he snarled. “Tighter than a virgin, aren’t ya, dolly?” You whined lowly as you nodded. His hips were moving just like before; slow and sensual, but you knew that he was coming to an end of his patience. “Never had a pussy as tight as yours, honey. Gripping me so nicely, it’s like your pussy is hugging my cock, feels so damn good.”

You moaned as his cock grazed over a sensitive spot. Humming curiously, he did it again and again until it had you sobbing against the cold wall in front you silently.

“Is that the spot that can get you all weak and stupid for me, dolly?” James asked. His mouth was running and spitting filth non-stop. “Should I do it again? I bet you get so sweet, like a mewling kitten, when you’re a stupid dolly. Are you, honey?”

Sobbing harder as he did graze over that spot again like he said, you nodded. “Yes, yes! Please, God, please, please!” James hushed you. He kissed the side of your neck and started to move his hips faster. Hitting that spot over and over, you felt his balls smacking against your skin, too, and moaned at the feeling. It was adding a different sensation onto the ones that you were already drowning in.

You grabbed his bubbly ass, dug your nails as you pulled him against your body harder. James moaned deeply, breath licking over your ear. You swallowed all the noises he let out by turning your head and kissing him. James hummed. One of his hands cradled your jaw and he continued to kiss you as he fucked you faster and harder.

“Ah!” You shouted as his other hand found your clit and started to flick it furiously.

“Hush, stupid dolly,” he snarled. “I don’t want anyone to hear you while you’re like this. I don’t wanna be interrupted, either.” You nodded, tongue swelling in your mouth and stopping you from talking, you just nodded. “Such a good doll for me, aren’t ya? So good and weak for me.” Mewling, you bucked your hips, met his hips thrust by thrust.

“Pussy is goddamn good,” he groaned, loudly. “’s gonna make me come, honey,” he licked over your pulse and nibbled on it gently as the sensation tipped you over the edge. Your body shivered violently and hips bucked against his harshly, you dug your nails even deeper in his ass. You barely stifled your scream.

“Oh, fuck─” James growled. His hips were smacking against yours, cock driving in you at a mad pace, he grunted. You hummed as you melted in his arms. “’m gonna─ Fuck, ‘m─” Letting out a soft ‘ah’ sound, James came, too. You felt him twitch and jerk inside of you and chuckled, drunk on pleasure.

It took James a minute to collect himself. “So, I was wondering,” he started.

“Hm?” You murmured a response as you let him move you under the water fully and handed you your shampoo.

“I have this competition,” he said, “I’ve been meaning to ask, actually. I was gonna dine and wine you first,” he scratched the back of his neck as the pink color brightened his ears. You looked at him, grinning. “Will you come to my competition? Will you let me win it for ya, dolly?” Preening under his warm look and all the pet names he called you with, you nodded.

“Even though I won’t be enjoying you getting this face busted, I’d love to be there,” you said and trailed your fingers over his face. James grabbed your hand and kissed the inside of your wrist.

“Then it’s a date,” he winked at you and you both smiled at each other shyly.

──

James won that competition for you under twenty minutes, breaking a record at the same time. He got a busted lip, a split eyebrow and a gonna-bruise-badly injury on his cheekbone. Nothing was broken, and he was actually okay.

“Look!” He yelled at you as he pointed his raised fist by the referee. “I did it for you!” You felt all the warmth had rushed into your cheeks as you got nudged by Sam.

“You got an in love puppy following you around,” Sam murmured as he watched James.

“Well, I’m an in love kitten for him, so it’s mutual,” you said, smiling throughout the whole thing.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagines #boxer!bucky #kinktober 2020

[wooziujidoots]

Letters to You (j.ww)

genre: flomf + a smudge of angst

pairing: jeon wonwoo x reader

series: Song Fic Series! - Run to You

word count: 3.8k

summary: childhood friends should never be separated

author’s notes: are posted separately!! take a look if you’re feeling bored LOL

MASTERLIST

Jeon Wonwoo watched the scenery outside of the train window as the machine made its way to Changwon. The sun had set a good hour ago, and he was completely aware that his actions were stupid and insanely spontaneous. Wonwoo unconsciously clenches the box of letters in his cold hands, his thoughts consisted of you, his leg jumping anxiously as he waited for the train to reach its destination.

You and Wonwoo lived in nearby neighborhoods since primary school in Changwon, his hometown. The two of you got along as quiet children; you understood each other. Your worlds were filled with wonder and imagination. Your precious innocence and childhood memories revolved around each other. The two of you didn’t see a problem with spending so much time together; even as the two of you entered high school, you found time for each other despite having different schedules. The two of you always tried your hardest to find time to walk home together. It didn’t matter that the other kids would poke and prod at you to start dating or tease you for spending so much time together; you were a pair and were precious to each other.

As the end of senior year of high school neared, thoughts on colleges and universities to apply were common. Wonwoo wanted to get out of the town and see the city, he craved the excitement that his hometown lacked, but you wanted to stay in Changwon because of its familiarity and the fear of becoming homesick. And when Wonwoo finally broke the news that he had been accepted to Seoul National University, you didn’t know how to react.

Your best friend made it to a great school, and you should be happy for him, but it was your best friend who would be separated from you after 18 years of staying side by side.

The two of you sat in silence after Wonwoo spoke, the slight squeaking of the rusting swing set the two of you sat on being the only audible noise. The swing set resided in a park you and Wonwoo frequented since you were young, it being the halfway point between your neighborhoods. Going here would be your sacred spot for years in your friendship; the most complicated talks would take place here, this being one of them. As your mind filled with clashing thoughts, some of your hidden feelings for the boy were pushing you to beg him to stay. Wonwoo waited for you to process the information he suddenly pushed onto you. He shifted his eyes to you to see how you were coping; he knew it was going to be hard for the both of you to be so far from each other; Seoul being on the other side of South Korea, from Changwon. It scared him to be away from his family, but he wanted to seize the moment, but he wanted to know if you would be alright with his absence.

Wonwoo silently intertwined his cold fingers with yours, a habit that the two of you unconsciously did when in need of comfort; or whenever his hands lacked warmth. Your hands were still so small and warm in his, something that he found comical since you were kids. But now, as growing young adults, the both of you knew that fate was bound to tear the two of you apart sooner or later. With lacklustre enthusiasm, you looked at Wonwoo with glassy eyes and a painful smile, giving a soft squeeze to give him more warmth.

“I’m happy for you.”

Jeon Wonwoo is no idiot. He knew that his departure to Seoul would significantly affect the both of you. The day of his departure finally arrived. He said goodbyes to family, and the two of you found yourself sitting side by side at the train platform, waiting for his train. The wait was silent for the most part, you had cried to yourself the night leading up to this day, and you were not expecting to fight your tears again today as you sat with him for the last time in a while. Without looking at him, you quietly reached for his hand and warmed it in yours. Wonwoo allowed your actions and silently watched you, a growing pit of sadness built inside him as your grip on his hand tightened with the whistle of the approaching train. It was time for him to leave.

The two of you stood up and looked at each other one last time. Your tears were flowing out now, causing Wonwoo to chuckle at you (even as you softly hit his chest) and wiped them away. You pulled him into a tight hug, the two of you pouring out your feelings into it, your tears staining his jacket and your hands clutching the fabric. The two of you gripped onto each other for the last time until the train’s doors opened. His hands slid down to your hand one last time as the two of you gave one last squeeze. And as his fingers slipped away from your warmth, he felt his heart clench at the sight of you standing alone on the platform crying. With a heavy heart and an unfamiliar feeling in his heart, Wonwoo boarded the train to Seoul with his luggage in hand.

~

It had only been a few days since Wonwoo left his hometown when he received a letter from you. You had mailed it in a decorated envelope that came in a hefty pack that you had bought from the stationary store near your school. Wonwoo recognized the envelope design and chuckled to himself, remembering how excited you got when he bought it for you. However, when he called you about the letter, you refused to speak about it and told him if he wanted to say anything, he would have to write back.

In your letter, you spoke about how life was doing in your hometown and about how it felt different without him there. You talked about his family and how you were preparing for the upcoming year at Changwon National University. You stated your purpose of the letter, explaining that although it is cliché, you claimed a warmth that one could feel when receiving a handwritten letter from someone close to you. Wonwoo let out a chuckle, humored to see your familiar behavior even when written out.

Wonwoo wrote back to you the same day and happily mailed it at the post office near his dorm. And without knowing it, he would excitedly wait for your next letter to arrive and would internally scream whenever a decorated envelope would sit in his mailbox. As the year progressed, the pile of letters from you grew. Wonwoo kept them in a small box on his desk and would read them over whenever he missed you or home. Polaroids from back home that you sent to him in each letter were taped onto his wall; a certain polaroid of you smiling with a lollipop stuck in your hair was hidden in his phone case. He found comfort in having your photo back there; he had a piece of you with him all the time, plus it was his favorite out of all the pictures of you.

His Uni friends were aware of your presence and how important you were to him. Wonwoo’s roommate, Seungcheol, would tease him often about you because the speckled man would close himself from the world until he finished the letter. Seungcheol didn’t mind, though; he found it cute how whipped Wonwoo was for the girl in the letters. Plus, you had sent Wonwoo’s roommate a lollipop in compensation for having to deal with him, so Seungcheol thought nicely of you. The rest of the 11 men Wonwoo befriended would poke and prod him about “his girl back home.” Which he would deny despite his quickening heart rate when speaking to you on the phone or through letters.

As school got increasingly difficult and the work began to pile up for the both of you, the letters stopped for a while after a mutual understanding that your lives were getting busy. Wonwoo had sent the last letter, which meant that he had to wait for you to send a response to continue the chain. Throughout the break, Wonwoo would continue to deny any claim that prompted him to miss the letters from you. He always had his phone to contact you whenever he wanted to. Despite him waving off his friends’ comments, there was a large part of him that longed to see another one of your decorated envelopes sitting inside his mailbox. There was something heartwarming about receiving letters because it took time to make and deliver. Letters took time out of your day, and he could tell that you wrote in detail, fearful of missing a detail that would have to wait for the following letter. 

Now, Jeon Wonwoo is not an idiot. He always took into mind what his friends thought about him and would reflect on his day to find ways to improve himself. One particular day was filled with his friends’ teasing had brought Wonwoo to question if he held secret feelings for you that he was unaware about. His thoughts were brought back to when the two of you were still children, racing each other to school or just simply playing in the park that the two of you would frequently return to even as you grew older. Wonwoo even remembered attending the annual cherry blossom festival with you multiple times, your families attending every so often. However, it was you who would push him to attend. One particular festival, however, he remembered holding your hand while walking under the falling cherry blossoms. As if he were put into a trance, he watched you in awe as you pulled him through the hallway of falling petals. Wonwoo furiously shook his head in embarrassment while laying down in his bed that night.

He only saw you as some childhood friend… right?

Wonwoo shivered and tightly wrapped himself in his blanket; his hands were freezing. He tossed around on his bed to rid his thoughts of you for the rest of the night. Unbeknownst to him, his longing thoughts of you would continue on for the rest of the week. He would space out so often that his friends would call him out for it, noticing an unusual difference in school performance and behavior. One of his friends, Minghao, even noticed that he would be holding his phone to rub the back of his case, to which he texted Wonwoo with concern afterwards. Wonwoo couldn’t understand why he was acting like this either. Everything that he looked at reminded him of you; even his side of the dorm had remnants of you. From the stickers you secretly super-glued onto his laptop to the blanket you gave him that was sitting on his bed. He was sick of it.

“Maybe I’m just homesick,” he would try telling himself. 

It wasn’t until he saw a particular decorated envelope sitting in his mailbox that he felt his heart rate rise at a spectacular rate as he giddily sped into the dorm room. Seungcheol was sleeping on his bed when he entered, his light snores filling up the silence in the room.

Wonwoo dropped the rest of the mail on the coffee table and jumped onto his bed, ripping open the envelope to see what you had to offer this time. To his surprise, there were no polaroids but instead, a small cherry blossom petal encased in tape. Confused, Wonwoo took out the letter to read why you had changed the usual trinket.

Your letter this time described your most precious memories together, from just sitting on the swings of your childhood park near your houses and eating whatever snack you had to chew on, to the fond memories that the two of you had shared from the cherry blossom festivals that you would drag Wonwoo to. In the letter, you told him that the sealed flower petal was from one of the festivals that the two of you had attended. It went on to apologize for the long wait for the letter and that it wouldn’t happen again. There was a small space of hesitation in the letter. The letter abruptly closed after the apology and written in a small font was an instruction to call you before reading the letter. 

There was something important that you wanted to discuss with him, you wrote.

Wonwoo felt nervous; he gently closed the letter and grabbed his phone. He glanced at his snoring roommate before getting up and leaving the dorm room, the taped flower petal in his hand. Wonwoo made his way up to the rooftop, a quieter place to have a phone call with you and he wouldn’t disturb Seungcheol, before clicking on your contact, every ring making his stomach sink deeper. 

“Hello?” 

Wonwoo unconsciously smiled before greeting you back; he had forgotten how pleasant your voice sounded. The two of you caught up for a while before asking why he had called. Wonwoo hesitated and began to fiddle with the petal in his pocket. He proceeded to tell you that he received your most recent letter and your direction to call him. Wonwoo let out a small laugh while telling you how unique the taped petal was, bringing it out of his pocket to observe it. There was a moment of silence on your end, the feeling of dread returning to Wonwoo’s stomach. You made an unintelligible noise before groaning out that there was something important that you needed to tell him. Wonwoo’s grip on the petal tightened.

“I’ve loved you for a long time now.”

~

Seungcheol could tell something was wrong. When he got ready to leave the dorm to his job, Wonwoo quietly slinked into their shared unit and laid face flat on his bed. Seungcheol called out to him and asked if he was okay only to receive a muffled groan in response. He didn’t want to leave his roommate like this, but his boss would kill him if he were late again. With a heavy sigh, Seungcheol left the dorm, shouting to Wonwoo to eat something before he gets home.

As soon as the door closed, Wonwoo turned his head to get air and pulled out the petal from his pocket. Your words were still ringing in his ear and the way you abruptly hung up after telling him that the feelings didn’t have to be mutual. His thoughts were in turmoil, did he like you that way?

Wonwoo’s hands felt cold again, he pulled his sleeves over them.

For the next few days Wonwoo was even more out of his normal self and his friends were completely aware of it. They were weary on approaching him about it though, Wonwoo wasn’t the type to speak about his feelings to them. They could tell that he would be thinking about it too, his cheeks would turn the slightest bit of pink whenever he would space out, a mumbled “she likes me” escaping him once. He couldn’t not think about you, you were everywhere to him. It was similar to when he missed your letters but enhanced because of your confession. Wonwoo would space out more often than usual, enough for the boys to actually become annoyed at him. When his studies were being affected by this though, Seungcheol decided to step in and talk to him once and for all.

It had been five days since your call and there was a small yet growing pile of missing assignments from Wonwoo’s classes. Seungcheol opened the door to the dorm and found Wonwoo quickly shoving the box of letters behind him. Seungcheol raised his eyebrows at Wonwoo and shifted his eyes to look at the taped petal on his roommate’s bed, which Wonwoo immediately covered with his hand. Seungcheol let out a tired sigh and took a seat on his own bed across Wonwoo’s, giving him a serious look.

“You and I both know that you like her,” he started, Wonwoo couldn’t look at his older roommate. “I don’t know when you’re going to accept it but we both know that this,” Seungcheol motioned towards the scattered papers on Wonwoo’s desk, “won’t end unless you finally make up your mind.”

Seungcheol stood up from his bed, “Don’t think I don’t see you rereading her letters or that I didn’t see you hide her photo behind your phone,” Wonwoo froze, “you’ve got it bad man, everyone sees it except you.” Seungcheol then left the dorm, mentioning something about joining him and Jeonghan once he gets himself together.

Wonwoo continued to think about his feelings for you through the night, his roommate’s smack of reality helped him concentrate a bit better. It was Sunday, and Wonwoo was trying to complete his missing assignments from before. Wonwoo groaned in frustration and slammed his pencil down onto the unfinished calculus homework. He shifted his eyes to his phone, his heart beating a bit faster when the thought of him calling you crossed his mind. Wonwoo peeled his phone case off and cradled the small polaroid of you in his hand, his thumb rubbing over your face in the photograph and smiling as he saw the stuck lollipop in your hair. Wonwoo then reached for taped petal sitting on his bare phone; he had been hiding it there with your photograph to keep it safe. Wonwoo felt his face warm, your words ringing in his ear once more as his heart raced.

He did love you after all.

Something inside Wonwoo snapped. He got up quickly and took a look at the window, the sun was about to set. Wonwoo hurriedly shoved your photo and the petal into his pocket, grabbed his phone and wallet, and hastily toppled his books standing on top of your box of letters. With that in hand, he ran to the train station, purchased a ticket, and hopped on a train going straight to Changwon station.

Jeon Wonwoo watched the scenery outside of the train window as the machine made its way to Changwon. The sun had set a good hour ago, the lampposts outside illuminating the dark land beyond. Wonwoo unconsciously clenches the box of letters in his cold hands, his thoughts consisted of you, his leg jumping anxiously as he waited for the train to reach its destination. It was a two-hour trip by bullet train, he didn’t care that he spent so much money on a ticket, Wonwoo needed to see you.

He sent a quick text to Seungcheol that he was alive and was going somewhere for the night and turned off his ringer, he knew he was going to receive a horrible scolding for this once he got back but he focused more on the task in hand. Wonwoo clenched his cold fingers to get the warmth that he lacked, and carefully took out your photo and the petal he had carelessly shoved inside his pocket. The laminated petal was doing well, and your photo was crumpled now from his running, his fingers smoothing out the creases on the photograph before rubbing his thumb on your printed face.

The train’s chime woke Wonwoo up, the doors of the train slowly opening. Wonwoo shook himself awake and grabbed his belongings before making his way out. He was immediately hit with nostalgia as soon as he stepped out of the train.

The station looked the same as it always did. Wonwoo’s heart clenching at the sight of the seats the two of you sat on the day of his departure. He looked at his phone to check the time only to be met with a black screen; his phone had died.

As panic started to settle inside Wonwoo, he had a running start out of the station to your house, the street lampposts lighting his way through the familiar streets from your childhood. Memories floated around him, each and every spot in this town had a memory of you in it. From the races to school in the mornings, to buying you those envelopes you loved at the stationary store near your houses, and eating snacks at the park late at night, Wonwoo found himself standing in front of your house holding your box of letters in his arm.

Your room’s light was on and he felt his heart soar. He was here. He continuously knocked on the door, his heartbeat growing faster and faster as he heard your footsteps grow louder.

And there you were. Clad in a stolen shirt of his from high school, shorts, and a pair of fuzzy socks, you were as beautiful as he had left you.

You jumped into his arms, him dropping the box of letters to catch you and latch his arms around you. You disregarded all your feelings and tears you released for the past few days, all the anger and stress were being relieved being in his arms, you buried your face into his shoulder as he lifted you off the ground. Your best friend was home.

“I love you.”

Your eyes widened, tears resurfacing once more. Did you hear that right? Wonwoo held you close to him as he whispered in your ear.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to realize.”

You leaned back to see his reddened face illuminated by the street lampposts and let out a happy laugh as tears ran down your face.

“You came all this way just to tell me that?”

You giggled out as he softly kissed your forehead, a soft blush rising up your neck.

“No matter the distance, I’ll always run to you if it means I can tell you that I love you.”

A bright smile appeared on your face before burying it in his chest and interlocking fingers with his.

And suddenly, Wonwoo’s hands didn’t feel cold anymore.

~

Turns out, that petal you sent to him was from the festival that you realized that you were in love with your best friend. Wonwoo teased you, laying on your bed that Monday morning. You explained that if he didn’t hold the same feelings as you did then you would rather let go of the petal than to hold onto it.

Wonwoo looked at you with sincere eyes, interlacing his cold hands with yours to get you to look at him. He sat up and pulled you up with him, him placing a soft kiss on your lips as you got up. The two of you smiled at each other, sharing another kiss.

His and your box of letters sitting next to each other on your desk, Wonwoo never felt warmer with you here.

~

Then I can find you, who cares if it’s a bit far?

I’ll follow the line that connects us two

When you said you engraved my name in your heart

Remember why my eyes grew so big

 Right now, you and I, we both need the same thing

But I don’t have it so let’s meet again later

Please be well until I get there

I’m going to run to you

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Hotel Madness (JJ x Reader)

A/N: Another JJ fic, yes! Fun fact: JJ is my favorite character (along with Rafe too) and I think Rudy Pankow did an amazing job at portraying him in every single way. Like WOW, talk about acting skills. Anyways, this request is super cute and I tried to make it fluffy and sweet and everything. I loved the idea so much! Some of the fragments of this fic are short and some are long, but they are all part of the same story!!!!

Pairing: JJ x Reader

Word count: 5,930 (oops I got a little carried away with this one)

Request: Hey! I absolutely loved Slipping in and was wondering if I could request an imagine where you're a Pogue and work with JJ at the Hotel and them just having fun during their shifts and after or something?

Summary: Working with JJ at the hotel means a lot of inside jokes, laughs, and flirting. It means getting in trouble together and messing around in the kitchen. It also means some of the best memories ever. Some of the fragments of this fic are short and some are long, but they are all part of the same story!!!!

Warnings: FLUFF but also swearing, teenage recklessness and what not lol

HOTEL MADNESS

“JJ!” Mama L screamed out as your blond best friend stole a fry from the plate she was working on. Her wooden spoon came down to smack his hand, but he was too quick for the old chef. You giggled from where you stood, perched on the table next to Andrew, your other coworker. 

JJ moved towards you grabbing your hand and helping you jump off the counter. 

“C’mon, Y/N,” he told you, “Gotta head to our posts now.”

You frowned as you headed towards the restaurant area of the hotel. You smiled at the guests that were staying this weekend, your hands behind your back, and your uniform in place. 

You had been working at the hotel with JJ for a while now. It was one of the few places in Kildare County that had good job offers for kids your age. The best part was that most of these jobs were easy. So you and JJ had applied together (you guys hated working alone as you thought it was boring) and surprisingly got the job. Ever since you had been having a lot more fun than what was intended from your bosses, and you got into a lot more trouble than intended, too.

You had known JJ your whole life. After all, you were friends before working together. It all began back in the fourth grade when you had first arrived at the Outer Banks. You were nervous about being the new kid, but JJ and John B had approached you out of pity. Soon enough you guys were friends, bonding over your love for surfing and getting in trouble.

As the years went by, nothing seemed to be able to keep you apart (except that one time when you didn’t speak to them for two days because they made a period joke). You would head out in John B’s boat along with his father and fish all day. Or you would go into the forest and try to climb a tree as high as you possibly could. Or, once you hit your teen years, you would throw parties together and have beer chugging contests. Whatever activity you were doing, JJ and John B were always by your side. 

As you grew, Pope and Kie also joined the Pogues (that’s what you called your group). They were a bit less reckless than you, JJ, and John B, but they brought a lot to the group. For one, Pope was a lot smarter than you three. Granted, none of you were stupid, but you did tend to make rash decisions all the time (just ask sheriff Peterkin about it and she would pull out your very long transcripts). With Pope, these decisions seemed to become a bit less frequent. Kie was also smart. And she was a girl, which was a relief to you, as you couldn’t bare trying to have girl talk with JJ and John B.

“Gross!” they would exclaim. “We don’t want to know who you have a crush on right now!”

Boys. 

The five of you were always together. There were a rare few occasions when one of you was missing (normally Kie or Pope helping their parents), but you guys were a family.

Lately, however, you were spending a lot of alone time with JJ. Not only because you had decided to work at the hotel together but because all of the other Pogues were unusually busy. 

John B was normally hanging around a girl he had met which he still hadn’t introduced to the Pogues. Kie was also hanging around someone that wasn’t part of your tight-nit group (and you suspected it might be the girl she told you she had a crush on), while Pope was working hard on his scholarship. This meant that the only person available to follow through with your shenanigans and ideas was JJ. Which was fine, as he was always down for everything, no matter what it was. 

The blond in question was standing next to you, cracking out jokes about the hotel guests under his breath. You were trying not to giggle at what he said in hopes of not gaining any unwanted attention. The last time you had laughed loudly at one of JJ’s jokes your boss had called both of you into his office and scolded you. 

These times you shared with JJ were something you truly cherished now. Inside jokes had sprouted between you, and you felt as if you had never been closer. He even began to talk to you about his dad (which was a topic he usually avoided) on a regular basis, and you would tell him about your own problems. 

Noticing an empty table at the end of the dining hall, you poked JJ and cocked your head towards it. Together you moved to the table and looked down at the plates. 

“People are starving at the Cut but here they leave half of their food on the plate,” you mentioned to JJ softly. 

Starving was something both of you were used to. Not eating a well-sized meal was something that happened every once in a while, and was the root of your needs for your current jobs. 

JJ threw you a look as you both gathered the plates into your hands and moved towards the kitchen again. You dropped the plates at Andrew’s station, where he was going to throw the food away and wash the plates. 

You both began to rush back outside into the dining hall but were stopped by Diana, the receptionist, who grabbed your arms and pushed you back into the kitchen. 

“Whatever you think we did, it wasn’t us,” you stated, raising your hands in surrender. 

Diana scoffed. “So you guys aren’t the ones that sneaked a rat into room 501?”

You gave JJ a wide-eyed look, knowing her suspicions about you were right. The woman that was staying in that room had been exceptionally rude to you the day before, and JJ had convinced you to get revenge. 

JJ was an expert at lying and he quickly denied your actions. “No! We would never do that.”

Diana gave you a deadpanned look. You kept your mouth closed and your perfected poker face mask on (it had taken you years to make it as perfect as it was). 

Diana sighed and muttered, “God, I hate my job.” Then she sighed and said, “Okay. we have no evidence to prove it wasn’t you, so you’re off the hook.”

You beamed at Diana, but truly you were smiling to yourself. You knew the hotel had no evidence. JJ had Pope hack into the security and deactivate the security cameras of the fifth building’s hallway. 

“So we can get back to working now?” JJ inquired pointing towards the kitchen door. You could hear Mama L murmuring about you and JJ being misbehaved behind your back, as she knew all too well that you guys had escaped the consequences of your actions once again. Andrew was also stifling a laugh. 

Diana shook her head. “We need you two to deliver the room services that were ordered. Can you do this without getting into any trouble?”

JJ raised an eyebrow at her and laughed, nodding. 

“Bold of her to assume we get into trouble. It’s more like trouble chases us,” JJ laughed pulling out one of the kitchen’s carts from a supply closet. You took the tablecloths for the cart, laughing. 

“J, you most definitely know that we always are getting in trouble.”

JJ just shrugged. “It’s still bold of her to assume.”

You laughed at this. He simply beamed at you and pressed a hand to your waist, signaling for you to load the cart and head out of the kitchen.

Once you were away from the eyes of your superiors, you hopped onto one end of the cart as JJ began to run around and hop onto his end as well. Laughing out loud and speeding around, you tried to hold onto all of the plates on the cart. Stopping before the doors that had ordered room service, you caught your breath before knocking. 

After finishing all of the orders, JJ continued to push you around the halls of the building. Wind rushed by your ears as strands of hair fell from your ponytail. Suddenly, you tumbled off the cart as JJ pulled to a stop after turning around a sharp corner. While groaning in pain, he helped you up while apologizing to the hotel guest in front of you. 

When you were standing you looked towards the guest you had almost crashed and apologized as well. The apology, however, got caught in your throat as you looked at the boy standing before you. 

“It’s okay,” he assured you. “At least someone around here knows how to have fun.”

The boy was gorgeous, and both you and JJ let out a laugh at his statement. The guest was only looking at you though.

“Again, we’re really sorry. We should have been paying attention to where we were going,” you said once more. 

Finally turning away from the boy and returning to the kitchen, JJ said, “That guy was totally trying to flirt with you.”

You froze. “You think so?”

JJ nodded. “Yeah, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He was probably imagining you naked or something!”

You laughed. “Piss off, JJ.”

*************************************************

The classic place to find you and JJ after finishing your shifts at the hotel was at the back of the building smoking a joint. It had become a tradition for you two to smoke some pot before heading towards the Chateau or your place. 

Normally, the conversation that would flow between you would be a random topic that had sprung into your head that day. Sometimes they were about the plans you and JJ had with the rest of the Pogues. Sometimes they would be about the Kooks and plotting revenge on whatever they had done to your friends this time. 

“I know, for sure, that if I was up to Rafe, one on one, I would win,” JJ exclaimed. 

You pretended to think. You knew JJ could take Rafe, but you liked to mess around with him. “Hmmm, I don’t think you could. That boy is ripped.”

JJ raised his biceps and kissed them. “Not as ripped as me!”

“Whatever,” you laughed out. “Now Topper is someone you could definitely take on.”

“And Kelce too,” JJ said while nodding along with you. “And you could take on any of those Kook girls.”

“You bet,” you cheered, taking a drag from the hand-rolled joint. 

You were seated on top of some crates that were stacked behind the hotel as JJ stood before you. He took the joint from your extended hands. 

“You could probably fight them off better than Pope would,” JJ continued. 

At this, you belted out a laugh. 

JJ loved making you laugh. He had a thing for you and everyone seemed to know except for you. This ‘thing’ had been going on ever since he had met you, and there was no denying, to anyone, that you were his favorite person in the world. 

Sometimes, when he would have a fight with his father, he would think of running away from Outer Banks. And for some reason, he would always include you in whatever his plans were. Whether they were going to Yucatán or heading to another state or just to the mainland. He couldn’t bear the thought of not being with you or of leaving you behind. 

He would never admit it, but JJ truly thought you were his soulmate. Even before he had developed more than friendly feelings for you, he was sure you were a person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. You just clicked together, and your friendship made sense to everyone. He secretly hoped you thought this of him too and would spend many sleepless nights thinking of scenarios where you realized you were completely and utterly in love with him. 

“I would just need to watch out for their acrylic nails,” you continued talking. “Those things could pop one of my eyes out if I’m not careful.”

Giving you the joint JJ nodded before changing the topic. “So what are we doing tonight?”

You shrugged. The Pogues hadn’t planned anything to do together as a group. 

“Come over to my place, J. We’ll have a sleepover!”

JJ gave you the joint so you could have the last taste of it. Once you were done you threw it onto the ground and stomped it out.

“I’m down. Only if I get to sleep with you on your bed.”

You laughed before pressing a hand to your chest and opening your mouth in shock. “Are you trying to seduce me, Mr. Maybank?”

“I’ll only say yes if it is working,” he responded, winking at you. Of course you knew he was joking. You had been having sleepovers since you were young, and you had always shared a bed. 

You ran through the orderly streets of Figure Eight and then the run-down streets of the Cut. You walked up the pathway to your house, noticing that there still was no car in your driveway. It had been almost a month since the car hadn’t been there. 

You stood frozen and JJ took your hand, pulling you into your house. He hadn’t spoken to you much about your father leaving, but he knew that it pained you. 

Your father had left your house after he had been fighting with your mother. He had jumped into his car and he hadn’t returned. You had seen his car around the Cut a few times, which meant he was still on the island, but he was yet to return home. 

Your mother had been crying herself to sleep for the first two weeks, but soon she had vacated the house as well. She hadn’t been home for a while, and you were sure she was probably on the streets at night waiting for men that had enough money to pay her price. 

Your parents were clearly a sensitive topic. 

Your good spirit had died down a little when you noticed you were in your room. JJ had let go of your hand and was in the bathroom down the hall. He was shocked to find you in the same spot he had left you. 

“Do you want to talk?” he asked you gently. You shook your head. “Okay. Then we’ll just lay down for a while.”

He took your bag off your shoulder and set it down on the floor next to his, right at the foot of your dresser. He grabbed your hands and shoved some clothes into them, which you realized was one of his old shirts he had given you a long time ago and sweatpants. You took the clothes and headed towards the bathroom to change out of your work uniform. You knew JJ was probably changing into something more comfortable in your room. 

When you got back you saw JJ laying on your bed with only a pair of basketball shorts on. You lay next to him silently and he wrapped one of his arms around you. You snuggled together as JJ threw the covers over your bodies, encasing you in much-needed heat. JJ kissed the top of your head gently as he rubbed circles into your back.

“Are you okay?” he asked. 

“I will be,” you answered.

Trying to lighten the mood, JJ exclaimed, “Damn right, you will be.”

You giggled softly, grateful that JJ was always there for you through everything. 

“Don’t let your parents get you down, Y/N,” JJ whispered after a few moments of silence. “You’re so much more than whatever shit they put you through.”

He felt you smile against the skin of his shoulder, and you were gladly inhaling his scent. 

JJ was right. All you needed was your real family. And your parents did not fit into that mold.

*************************************************

“Would you mind getting me a second serving of this?”

The old man before you had been sweet to you throughout his stay at the hotel. He had been giving you large tips and friendly smiles. JJ thought that the man was a pedophile and had just taken a liking towards you. 

So, as you took the plate of the man and headed to the kitchen, you ignored the obscene gestures that were being made by the blond behind the old man’s back. 

Once you arrived at the kitchen you left the plate at Andrew’s station (“Hey, Andrew.”), before repeating the man’s order to Mama L.

Right at that moment JJ burst through the door. 

“What time is it?” JJ asked you. You fished your phone out of your pocket before telling him it was almost three in the afternoon. “Great. Only fifteen minutes left for our break.”

You nodded, going through your phone as you waited for Mama L to assemble the old man’s plate. Meanwhile, JJ wrapped his arms across your body, pressing himself into you and pressing you into the counter in front of you. He put his head in the crook between your neck and your shoulder and stared down at your phone. He read the text messages that had come from the Pogues stating that there was a kegger later that night. 

“You wanna go?” JJ asked you softly. He knew how much of a party animal you were, but he also knew you weren’t always up for partying. And if you wouldn’t go, he wouldn’t go either. He needed his party partner there to actually have a good time. 

“Yeah, let’s go.”

You felt JJ smile as he pressed his lips to your temple. “Good, because I really have been wanting to get drunk.”

You let out a laugh as Mama L called you over with the finished plate in her hand. Grabbing that, you broke out of JJ’s arms and headed towards the dining hall. 

Your coworkers watched as JJ followed you like a small puppy out of the kitchen. 

Mama L sighed. “If those kids don’t get married…”

Andrew nodded from his place behind the sink. “Yeah, I know.”

*************************************************

“Y/N, be quiet!” JJ called out from the other side of the room. 

You and him were on a mission. You had heard a word from other members of the hotel staff that a celebrity was staying at the hotel. This obviously intrigued you and JJ, which caused both of you to concoct a plan. This consisted of figuring out which room this celebrity was staying at (done), stealing a room key that would get you into the room (done), and sneaking into the room (in process). 

JJ had convinced you to steal some of this celebrity’s money with him. Which, looking back, was a terrible idea, but here you two were.

You had deactivated the security cameras of the hotel and had managed to sneak into the room with no problem. However, while being excited when seeing all of the designer clothes strewn across the room you had dropped a lamp from a table. This was causing JJ to promptly tell you to shut up. 

JJ was fumbling with the drawers of the bedside table as you continued to snoop through the celebrity’s belongings. 

Suddenly, you pulled out a long object and screeched. 

JJ turned towards you to reprimand you but stopped once he saw the object in your hand. 

“Oh, shit. Is that a vibrator?”

“Ew, ew, ew,” you let it go, watching it fall onto the floor. 

A knock at the door made your eyes widen. 

“Ms. Jones! Is everything okay?”

Your eyes darted between the door and JJ, before looking at the empty closet behind him. Tugging his arm, you pushed him into the closet and you followed inside, closing it after you. 

Straining your ears to listen, you heard as the door of the room opened. In walked Diana with a maid, looking around the room. 

“I’m sure I heard someone shriek from here!” Diana said while she looked across the room. 

The maid shook her head as she, in the most respectful tone as possible, said, “I’m sure it had to be another room! Ms. Jones hasn’t been here all morning.”

“I know! Which is why I’m sure those Maybank and Y/L/N kids are here. They’re always wreaking havoc through the hotel.”

Diana sounded as if it was her dream to fire you and JJ. This caused you to almost let out a giggle. Luckily, JJ’s hand clasped around your mouth and pulled you into his chest so that your back was against it. 

“Oh, they are lovely children, those two!” the maid exclaimed. “They are always bringing smiles to the guests!”

Diana shook her head and gave her a look of disbelief. “I don’t believe that at all.”

The maid kept talking as if she hadn’t heard Diana. “Oh, and everybody thinks they are such a lovely couple! Which they are, don’t you agree?”

Diana shook her head and continued to mutter, “I’m sure they’re here somewhere,” under her breath. 

In the meantime, JJ’s heart was racing and trying to look at your reaction to what you had heard. More specifically, the part about being a couple. 

You could feel his heart beating but had assumed it was due to the adrenaline of the moment, and not due to the fact that the maid had mentioned you were a couple. This thought made your hands sweat. You had imagined multiple times what it would be like to date JJ, but you didn’t truly think you had any feelings for JJ. Or did you? You knew the real answer to that question.

Diana kept looking around as the maid stood at the door, babbling on about some other members of the hotel staff that were nice. Diana simply ignored her, standing up from looking under the bed and turning towards the closet. 

Looking through the small crack between the closet doors, you saw Diana approaching the closet. Your breathing got heavier. This was it, you were going to be fired.

JJ’s hand moved to cover your nose as well. Your breathing was going to be heard by the receptionist if she continued to come closer, which she was. However, and like a miracle, a scream that had sounded similar to the one you had let out some minutes ago came from outside the room. Diana turned towards the room door as the screaming continued. 

“I think you should check on that,” the maid motioned with her finger towards the hallway. Diana sighed and nodded, leaving the closet untouched. You let out a sigh of relief as soon as JJ’s hands left your face. 

Unmoving you both stood there catching your breaths. Out of nowhere, the door of the closet was pulled open by the maid that had been talking with Diana. You recognized her as Ms. Amy, a woman from the Cut that lived near you. 

“You kids better run out of here before she comes back,” she scolded you and your best friend. JJ nodded, as you stayed still and shocked that she had known you were here. JJ grabbed your hand and tugged you to the door of the room. Before he could even touch the doorknob, Ms. Amy called out, stopping him. 

“Oh, and do give me the key you stole to put it back in its place. We don’t want you getting in any trouble with Diana.”

JJ sheepishly dropped the key into Ms. Amy’s hand. Ms. Amy only smiled at the both of you as you left the room. 

“I am never letting you convince me to do something like that ever again!” you exclaimed once near the kitchen. 

JJ pretended to frown at you. “Not even if I ask nicely?” he pouted. 

You laughed and shook your head, pushing the double-doors of the kitchen open.

You ran into the back, where your bags were set down in the staff room. You checked the time on your phone and noticed that your shift was over.

You took off your apron and grabbed your’s and JJ’s bags from the floor. Exiting the staff room into the kitchen you turned towards JJ who was talking with Andrew. 

“C’mon, blondie,” you called to him by his nickname.

JJ hopped off the counter by Andrew’s station and said bye to him and to Mama L (of course, with a kiss on her cheek). Then he followed you out of the kitchen’s back door and out to the alleyway between two of the hotel buildings. You settled down at your usual smoking spot, waiting for JJ to pull out a joint from his backpack. 

He pulled a little tin box from his bag and slipped a white, pre-rolled blunt from it. Then, putting the tin box back, he took his lighter, which was engraved with a double J, and placed the fire near the tip of the joint. 

Breathing in, smoke filled his lungs. He passed the weed to you, which you grabbed and inhaled. 

The nerves of almost getting caught were almost completely dissipated by now as an easy conversation began to flow between you and JJ. You soon reached the topic of the kegger you had gone to a couple of nights ago. 

Passing him the joint, you ruffled his hair, and asked, “Who did you hook up with this time? Was it that Touron you were talking to?”

JJ shook his head trying to get away from your hands. His hair was probably awful now. “No,” he simply stated. 

“Really?” you hummed, “I thought you did because you disappeared a while later.”

JJ shook his head, this time to answer you. “I was talking to Kie.”

This peaked your attention and curiosity. For some reason you felt jealous he was confiding with Kie and not with you. Before you could bring this up, however, he asked you, “What about you? Did you hook up with anyone?”

You laughed at the tone of voice he was using. “No, I didn’t.”

JJ frowned. You and him were similar in that way, always hooking up with people at parties. 

“Why not?”

“No reason,” you replied. You had actually wanted to say, You.

*************************************************

As summer approached, the hotel had changed your’s and JJ’s position. Now you were working at the hotel bar, which meant khaki-colored shorts and white polos for your uniforms. The heat from outside was unbearable, and all you wanted to do was dip your feet in the pool. 

Summer also meant that the hotel got filled with a lot more people your age than during the winter. Families on vacations and groups of young adults wanting to party on the east coast of the country were regulars, which meant that you were getting flirted with. A lot. 

This made JJ’s blood boil. All he wanted was for those guys that approached you to leave you alone because you were supposed to be his. But that was the thing. Supposed. 

Due to hotel policies, all of the waiters from the bar were allowed to have two drinks throughout the day for free. And JJ was just waiting for your break so that he could grab two drinks and head down to the hotel’s private beach with you.

After what seemed like hours JJ approached you with your drinks. You latched onto his hand, saying goodbye to the group of boys that had been talking to you, and headed towards the beach. JJ turned to witness the look of disappointment on the boys’ faces. He smiled to himself. 

“You’re knocking them dead, tiger,” he said to you, which caused you to snort. 

“No, I’m not.”

“You really are though. They’re all flirting with you.”

You just laughed as you sipped your drink away. JJ had chosen a strawberry juice for you, a mango juice for himself in his hands. You both took your sandals off your feet and dipped your feet into the ocean water, instantly feeling a lot cooler than before. 

You let out a sound that was similar to a moan, grateful that the water was cold and brought you relief. 

“Don’t make that sound,” JJ said, laughing. “It sounds like a moan!”

You opened your mouth, offended at what the blond had said. “Hey!”

JJ continued to laugh, dodging the hand you had thrown towards him in an attempt to punch his shoulder. “For what it’s worth, I wouldn’t mind hearing that during sex.”

“JJ!” you shrieked out. You splashed some ocean water onto him by raising your foot. He raised both of his hands in front of him, trying to block the water (which didn’t work). Then, he moved his hands even higher in a sign of defeat. 

You secretly wished JJ had actually meant what he said. JJ secretly wished you had taken what he said seriously.

***********************************************

The first kegger of the summer was always filled with people. This year was no different. 

You had been dancing with Kie for the most part. A couple of Tourons you recognized as guests from the hotel had tried to ask you to dance, but you had denied all of them. 

JJ had been staring at you from his post at the keg. He stood with John B and Pope, who surrounded him.

Everything was seemingly falling into place for the male Pogues. John B had broken up with the last girl he had been with (turns out she was a cheater) and Pope was all ready for his scholarship, which he needed to secure in an upcoming interview. Every one of them was happy, except for JJ. Wait, no - he was happy, but not as much as he could be. His longing eyes staring in your direction were enough proof of that. 

“Dude,” John B said in an exasperated tone of voice. “Just tell her.”

Pope nodded along, saying, “I’m pretty sure she likes you back.”

JJ pretended not to know what they were talking about. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

John B groaned and rubbed a hand over his face as Pope just gave JJ a look while the blond turned towards them. 

“Y/N,” Pope deadpanned. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Stop being difficult, JJ,” John B snapped. “We all know you like her. And Kie said she’s pretty sure she likes you, too.”

“Really?” JJ inquired in an excited manner. 

John B and Pope laughed. “We rest our case.”

JJ turned back to you, a smile dancing across his lips as he noticed you take Kie’s hand and spin her around. 

He could do this. He was going to ask you to dance with him. It wasn’t something you hadn’t done before together, but it was the first part of the plan that was forming inside of his head. 

He walked towards you, throwing a “See you later” to the other male Pogues over his shoulder. Mid-way through a spin you had spotted him and smiled. He was only about twenty feet away from you when a body covered his path. The large back he stared at blocked his view from you. 

“Wanna dance?” a gruff voice said. JJ was about to step back and let you dance with the boy before you, until he was surprised to hear you say, “Sorry, I was just about to dance with someone else.”

Going around the boy, you took JJ’s hand and dragged him to where you were before with Kie. The brown-haired girl had disappeared, which left you alone with JJ. 

You placed your hands around his neck as his went around your waist. You had danced before, so why was your heart pounding really hard this time?

You were moving to the rhythm of the music, swaying a bit and fooling around as people around you were grinding. You preferred your style of dancing. It was fun and lighthearted, just like you and JJ were. 

After a couple of songs and a lot more physical contact than usual, you had both decided to head back to John B’s house as you were bored. You first stopped by the Pogues to inform them that you were leaving and to gather your bags you had discarded. 

When you arrived at the Chateau you collapsed onto the hammock outside. On the chairs around it, there were a few of your discarded sweatshirts from other times you had been over there. Putting one of JJ’s on, you lay on the hammock and waited for JJ. When he was by your side you snuggled into him. He pulled out a joint from his pocket and held it between his ring-clad fingers.

You took it between your lips as JJ’s lighter was raised by its owner to the joint. You breathed in slowly and then let the smoke out. 

You sighed in content as you placed your head on his chest. 

“JJ, I love you,” you suddenly voiced out to the blond under you. He coughed a bit before saying, “Yeah, love you, too.” 

You shook your head softly and finally accepted what you truly meant. It didn’t matter if he didn’t feel it back, but you just suddenly had to speak it out loud. 

“No, JJ,” you softly spoke. “I’m in love with you.”

JJ tensed beneath you and you felt dread build up inside of you. Was he going to reject you or…?

You couldn’t complete your thought as the blond boy grabbed onto your face and pressed his lips into yours. You took his face into your hands as well and moved your mouth against his. It felt like heaven on Earth to kiss him this sweetly and softly. Your growing feelings for him exploded in confirmation as you realized that the person in front of you was the person you wanted to kiss for the rest of your life. JJ was it for you. 

He tasted of mint and weed, but you were sure you tasted similar to him. He smelled like he always had smelled (freshly cut grass and like the ocean), but this time, as you inhaled a breath, you were intoxicated by it.

One of his hands moved to grip your waist and you moaned as, at the same time he squeezed your side, he slipped his tongue into your mouth. 

When you pulled away your foreheads remained connected. Staring into each other’s eyes and smiling like idiots, you said, “I guess that is your way of saying ‘me too’?”

JJ nodded and pulled you into another kiss. It was just as intoxicating and thrilling as the first one.

The second time you pulled away, this time panting because of the more intense kiss, he spoke, “I’m in love with you, too. Ever since we took those goddamn jobs at the hotel.”

You grinned at him before burying your face into the crook of his neck. He felt the grin you were sporting pressed against his skin. JJ shivered at the feeling of having you in his arms, rubbing one hand up and down your back and the other one cradling your head. 

The joint you had been sharing lay discarded between your bodies. Unlike the times at the hotel, you wanted to be completely sober now. This was what your hotel madness had been building up to. To you and JJ, together. 

Mama L was going to be happy to hear about the new couple.

#outer banks #obx #obx netflix #jj maybank #rudy pankow #jj x reader #jj x y/n

[mxbottleflip]

The Boyz - Son Eric [Smut] :^)

sorry i'm too uncreative for captions

heya ! after procrastinating for the last few hours i'm finally able to post my very first smut, yay ! enjoy, my loves ♡

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pairing: {brattamer/dom!eric (tbz) x fem!brat!reader}

summary: {eric is busy studying and you think of a way to get his attention-turning into smut obv.}

word count: {~1,3-1,4k}

warnings: {none really, issa smut lol}

requested: {yes, by anon ! dw i gotchu :D}

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~tysm for the request !~

(also eric is still going to school in this au sksks felt like giving him homework to focus on fit pretty nice)

NOT PROOF READ BECAUSE I'M TOO LAZY MYSELF AND HAVE NO FRIENDS TO DO THAT FOR ME (:

ACTUAL START DOWN HERE

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the way eric licked his lips while working on his homework got you weak in the knees. he looked so incredibly hot whenever he was concentrating on something, you could watch him for years. "y/n could you please stop staring at me like that ? it kinda makes me nervous..", eric finally spoke up and turned around in his seat to look at you. you were sitting right next to him and probably haven't looked away a single time since he started studying.

your eyes were scanning his face, all of his features.. his damn good looking face almost made you angry. "what the fuck are you so handsome for ??", you yelled and let out a fake cry. eric just laughed at it and turned back to the bunch of papers infront of him: "yeah i mean if i had nothing good about me, i wouldn't have such a gorgeous girlfriend like you eh ?"

his words also put a smile on your face, but honestly you weren't in the mood for sweet talk right now. you've been extremely horny since you guys woke up in the morning and eric rather gave all his attention to his stupid homework than to his "gorgeous girlfriend".

"how long will that stuff take ? i've been waiting for hours and i need you right nowww", you whine. "mhm patience my girl, rushing me wont help you", he responds.

a sigh left your mouth and you let your hand fall on his thigh, resting it there for some time. he obviously didn't mind, so you started carressing it, giving it some squeezes in between. "y/n please, if the fact that you are staring at me all the time didn't make me nervous enough, this is, for sure.. i'll be finished very soon and will be all yours then, alright ?", he scratched his head and gently pushed your hand away from his thigh. flashing him the biggest smile and nodding at the same time, you stood up and walked over to his closet. you'd be getting what you wanted, one way or another.

you opened erics closet, looking for one of his shirts to throw on. after you found what you were looking for, you unclasped your bra and pulled your shirt over your head. tossing them both on the floor, you turned around to see if eric was looking - no chance. you groaned, took off your pants and threw them onto your other clothes. while quickly slipping his shirt over, you still kept an eye on him. honestly how could anyone look THAT hot while studying ??

you were now left with only his big ass tshirt and your panties on, making your way back to him. instead of sitting back onto your own seat, you let yourself down on erics lap. he let out a sigh once again: "you comfortable now, ma'am ?" you hummed in response and started to move around a little, trying to get even more 'comfortable'.

"if you insist on sitting in my lap, could you at least stay still ? listen, you're not the only person in this household who'd prefer to do something else right now, but i really have to get this done and having you move around on my dick is not helpi- is that my shirt you're wearing ??"

this time you didn't respond in any way, you just kept moving around and squeezing his thighs. eric tried to push you off of his lap, but you stayed stubborn: "is there a problem with it ? also,, your little friend's telling me you love having me in your lap.."

"no, there's not but.. please get up, i can't work like that ! and never call my dick 'little friend' again !", he complained. after he tried to push you away multiple times, you actually got up and were now standing next to him, looking like you don't belong anywhere.

"you know i'd love to spend my time with you right now, but i really have to focus on studying at the moment.. also, why the hell are you not wearing pants anymore ??", he groaned after seeing your bare legs poke out below his shirt, ".. you're really something else, you know that, right ? just let me finish my work now." you had to hold back a laugh at how annoyed he seemed, but compared to you, eric didn't think there was anything to laugh about. he rolled his eyes, concentrating on his studies again.

at this point you were becoming a little frustrated too, not understanding how he could still resist you and STILL prefer working on school rather than working on you (ehehe). all of the sudden an idea came to your mind, that one has to work for sure !you grabbed the pen he was currently writing with and threw it on the floor;

"oh noo, seems like you dropped something.. let me help you !"

you bend down in front of him, revealing half your ass and picking up the pen, when you're being pulled back onto his lap again. "enough of that, stop playing around already. you just wont let me study, will you ? fucking brat, you think you can keep acting up like that all day and expect me to stay calm ?"

out of shock you dropped the pen you just picked up again and immediatly felt your heat throbbing at his reaction.

did that really just work ??

now he was the one to squeeze your thighs, but he didn't go easy on you. he grabbed a handful of your flesh and roughly kneaded it until you felt a burning pain spreading in that area, the pain causing you to moan. "bet you just wanted me to snap at some point, right ? test how far you could push me until i go crazy ?" you hummed, slightly embarrassed at the fact, that seeing your boyfriend being annoyed of you turned you on that much.

after you admitted to that, his hands were quick to find their way to your core, rubbing your clothed clit. you let your head fall back onto his chest, "knew it.. ", he whispered. eric also murmured something else you didn't quiet understand, but you were just trying to enjoy the moment really. "all that teasing just for the tiniest bit of pleasure..", he then added, ".. you couldn't even be patient about it.. unbelievable."

after a good minute of him straight up teasing you, you started whining. "please, s-stop teasing me..", you stuttered.

"huh, what did you say ? weren't you the one to start all the teasing ?", he cheekily asked, and you just groaned in response. "come on, speak up baby, tell me what you want." "please.. just touch me eric god damn, i've been waiting for this the entire day, i really need you, please.."

that earned you a little chuckle from eric: "hmm i don't think you derseve to be touched at all, thinking of the way you acted up all day..", regardless of what he just said, he got rid of your panties and started properly rubbing your clit. his free hand went up to your throat, giving it a good squeeze, "you've been such a brat, not listening to me and teasing me all day.. shouldn't i be punishing you rather than pleasuring you now ?"

you shook your head 'no': "you just looked so good concentrating on your stuff and all and- oh fuck..", you were interrupted by him letting a finger sink into you, curling it upwards and squeezing your throat tighter. finally getting what you wanted just felt way too good..

"god, feels like you're soaking and i haven't even started yet..", eric panted and started moving his finger inside of you, soon adding another one. "feels.. so nice.. please keep going.." your breathing became even heavier as the hand that was resting around your throat now went down to your boobs, teasing your nipples and twisting them gently. by that time you could feel an obvious bulge poking at your butt, so you tried lifting your hips a bit and returning the favor. "don't even think about that, you're not getting to touch me", eric demands, increasing the speed of his fingers pumping in and out of you, "drop your attitude first."

"i-i don't know what you mean..", you panted and closed your eyes, to solely focus on his actions. "oh, so now you don't know what i'm talking about anymore ?", he mocked and pumped his fingers as far into you as he could, earning a surprised moan from you, ".. you don't remember dropping that pen on purpose just to show your fucking ass off to me ? was that someone else then ?" him bringing that up made you clench around his fingers and you couldn't hold back any of your moans anymore. you automatically pressed your butt against his bulge, hoping to get any kind of response to that.

even though he managed to hold back how horny he actually was pretty well, you could clearly hear him cursing under his breath now. "and also.. shit.. what are you gonna do about it, huh ? about me disrespecting you and.. n-not listeni-.." eric shoved his free fingers into your mouth, stopping you from talking. "shut your mouth already, am i not doing enough for you yet? needy little brat, once i've made you cum i'll throw you on the bed and fuck some sense into you, but you'd probably even like that, wouldn't you ?"

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if you read until here,, wow, tysm ! i hope you somewhat enjoyed it lol

i'm actually thinking about writing a part 2, if anyone would even be interested in that.. anywaysss

feel free to request whatever you like !

feedback is always welcome ~

stay healthy & stan the boyz ♡

honestly what a visual god wow

#kpop #kpop smut #the boyz #the boyz smut #eric smut #son eric #son eric smut #the boyz eric #the boyz eric smut #the boyz scenario #kpop scenario #kpop writing #once again idk what else to put here

[azems-familiar]

2, 4, 19, 39 for that pairing ask thing, for revan/alek/bastila of course

2) how’s their team work? do they share well?

so this Really depends on what era/verse of the gang but in 90% of them Alek and Bastila have this Silent Petty Rivalry going on for ages while Revan is utterly oblivious because holy shit Two Whole People. Revan is not smart. given that i write them as a V (haaard headcanon Bastila as a lesbian), Alek and Bastila utterly refuse to admit they’re friends for ages - oh my god the rivalry in the hp au is especially hilarious - but they Band Together the moment anyone threatens Revan. there are petty contests over who gets to get the closest seat next to Revan and many other things, it’s objectively hilarious, especially since they’re all completely awful at communication.

they do eventually get their shit together though and end up a good, solid team. there are a lot of things Revan shares with Alek that Bastila just can’t in the end understand, especially related to the war in my canon verse (i could give you a whole other set of paragraphs about them in the hp au ask me on discord if you really want that ramble), but post Star Forge there’s also a lot that Revan can only really talk to Bastila about - re the Council, the mind wipe, and Bastila understands the fall and return a lot better given that Revan post-Reveal went a little off the deep end into the Dark Side before realizing that oh, she doesn’t actually Want That. so they manage to find their footing and a good dynamic because Alek and Bastila both love Revan a lot and so are able to put aside their differences for her. (although there’s a whole lot to work through immediately post-SF re Bastila’s whole. imprisonment. which is a bit of a mess. but that’s another subject i’m rambling OOPS)

4. first impression of each other? was it love at first sight?

Revan and Alek met in the creche when Revan was five and Alek six. they Instantly Bonded. Alek’s realization of oh shit i’m in love happened the night they were knighted - Revan was nineteen and Alek twenty, and look he knew he’d had feelings but he’d been trying to avoid them, but then they went out and stole a speeder together and took it for a joyride and Revan was laughing into the wind and oh. oh no. then he spent four YEARS suffering in silence because she was too stupid and oblivious to pick up on it or realize her Own feelings until midway through the first war.

meanwhile, Revan’s first impression of Bastila was her fighting Brejik after the swoop race. Revan watched her and went oh no and Carth, who had previously been rebuffed because “i don’t do romance”, went “yeah i think i’m just not your type”. he was very right.

Bastila on the other hand has had a sort of hero worship crush on Revan since midway through the Mandalorian Wars, when she would hide bootleg holos of Revan’s fights under her mattress and even though she had no idea what Revan actually looked like it was a Whole Thing. meeting Revan as Shala did not help this crush in the slightest.

19) what do they fight about? what are their arguments like? how do they make up?

Actual Arguments are pretty rare; most of the times their fights are about incredibly small, stupid, petty things and they’re just bickering. all three of them bicker with each other as a form of affection. the Real Actual arguments tend to come over things like Revan deciding to abandon a planet to save Alek’s life during the war (because oh Yeah does that come out at some point post-amnesia) or about Revan’s sacrifices in general or about Revan running off to do something incredibly stupid alone because clearly that’s her best plan.

Revan and Alek get extremely sharp and cutting with each other if it’s bad, or they just get snappy in general because Revan is Determined and Alek is equally determined because he’s worried, damn it, Revan, and then Revan storms off and there are shields for like. a few hours. HOURS max. they’re too codependent to be apart longer than that especially with the bond. post SF it’s a bit different but i haven’t quite worked out all the details of their relationship there yet. they generally make up with a lot of silent apology and promises of affection across the bond and a lot of cuddling. Alek is almost always the one who gives in first.

Revan and Bastila’s arguments are a lot more explosive because Bastila also has a temper, they are vaguely less codependent, they tend to say things they’ll regret later and then Revan will go complain to Alek about it and he’ll get very annoyed. (on the Hawk it’s Jolee who plays relationship counselor. he is so tired. s o  t i r e d) eventually Revan finds a way to apologize without actually apologizing and generally attempts to like, do something thoughtful or bring Bastila something nice to help. Bastila, who is less ridiculously proud, can actually say the words “i’m sorry” without having an allergic reaction.

Alek and Bastila.... well. they can go for days on end without speaking to each other, while remaining perfectly unified on Revan’s Behalf. is this a healthy dynamic? perhaps not. but when has this triad ever been healthy.

39) who initiated the relationship? who kissed who first? when did they realize they were in love?

oh my god you’re hitting me with ALL the juicy questions today. SO.

i’ve already written a little of this and in the answers above, Alek realized he was in love with Revan on Coruscant when they were both knights, but he and Revan have a Force bond so clearly she Knew and thus if she Felt The Same she’d do something about it, and she never did, so clearly his feelings weren’t reciprocated, so it’s F i n e, clearly, he suffers in silence until a year into the war - i have written this scene! - at which point Revan kisses him while they’re back on Coruscant for her promotion to Supreme Commander. she’s going to figure out that she’s in love with him (as opposed to just loving him) either after Fett injures him on Lantillies or during the whole. Clefar shenanigans, i don’t know the specifics, i haven’t written it yet and i didn’t think they’d get together this early in the war so there’s that. they don’t actually Talk about being in a relationship like, at all, ever, they just don’t talk about this Thing between them, because there’s the war and then there’s Vitiate and then there’s the Sith and then there’s another war and then-

they do end up talking about it post-SF at Bastila’s encouragement because Revan finally gets most of her memories back and is Clearly Moping and Alek is Also Moping. god i’m going to have to write that aren’t i.

with Revan (should i say Shala?) and Bastila, hmm. i’m honestly not so sure on this one in my canon verse? it’ll make itself more clear as i write that fic, but i know that Shala has a hell of a lot of realizations post-Leviathan and i feel like this is one of them. i really want to say their first kiss is in the fucking, submarine thing on Manaan on the way back post-Star Map, because that was a Hellish experience, and then they do things Bastila regrets (except she doesn’t except she does except-) on the Hawk after, and then ofc the Leviathan happens. Bastila definitely kisses Revan first and i think she might realize she’s a little in love on Kashyyyk when Revan does the whole free the Wookiees thing? hmmm i’m going to have to poke at that more. 

anyway they have this whole scene at the temple of the ancients which is one of the few things from the kotor fic i have visualized in my head because it’s the moment Revan decides she’s going to choose the Light over the Dark and it’s massively important character-wise and i’m actually super super excited to finally get there so i can write it. post-SF they’re actually dating because they finally have a Sort Of Talk about it.

oh my god this got so long but i’m Not Sorry and i have approximately 30k more words to say on the subject especially related to the HP AU but i will shut up now lol. thank you for the questions!

#revalek #revastila #kotor #long post

[spookyceph]

I posted all my ShigaDabi Week entries on Ao3, so now it's time to catch up here.

Day 4 | Trust

Summary: Tomura and the League arrive at Deika City to face Re-Destro. But first, Dabi has some explaining to do.

Rating: Teen and up

Warnings: Swearing, mild blood

Burn a Bridge, Build a Raft

“This is the place, huh? Not too big, not too small.”

Tomura knew he should look down the hill and see whether Spinner’s assessment of Deika City measured up. After all, it had been his decision to come here, both to rescue Giran and end the stalemate with Gigantomachia. If the others wound up dead, crushed by Sensei’s still-loyal servant or picked off by these Meta Liberation Losers, it would be because they’d followed him.

Well. Except for one.

“Man…why did I get dragged into this?” Wincing, Dabi clasped a hand to the back of his neck.

Though Tomura hadn’t seen him since he’d fucked off to test high-end nomus almost two months—two shittygruelingmiserablegoddamnedlonely months—ago he noticed something was amiss immediately. Details no one else would pick up on because, frankly, no one else had been waiting six weeks to receive word—just one little I’m alive, or sorry, or didn’t mean to abandon you lol—from the stapled sack of shit. Details like how flushed his unscarred skin looked. The amount of dust clinging to his coat. How his balance wavered, one boot almost tangling with the other, as he barely sidestepped Twice’s measuring tape while being hollered at for his callous attitude toward Giran’s plight. The fact he’d upset Jin to begin with proved the whole situation had gone sideways.

No one else noticed. But no one else knew Dabi like he did.

“Stop.” Tomura’s voice cracked through the air like a rifle shot. Everybody froze, gazes leaping to him. Everybody but one.

“Compress,” he continued, losing some of his volume but none of his command.

The magician snapped to attention, hastily securing his mask back over his face. “Er, yes?”

Not taking his eyes from Dabi, Tomura held out one hand. “Water.”

“Ah! Oh. Of course.” Compress didn’t even attempt to hide the relief in his voice at being off the hook. Taking a marble from one of his coat’s many pockets, he converted it back into their canteen and passed it over.

With his empty hand, he pointed to Dabi, then over at the line of trees marking the forest border. “You. Go sit.”

“Oooo,” crowed Toga. “Someone’s in trouble…”

Dabi blinked, switching a bewildered stare between her and Tomura’s finger. Some sense of meaning must’ve sunk in because, eventually, a dent appeared in the middle of his eyebrows and he plodded his way toward the spot indicated.

No one dared utter a word when Tomura stalked after him.

Dabi halted at the first tree he came to, gawking up at it like he’d never seen such a thing before. He didn’t even register Tomura holding a hand up near his cheek. Scalding heat rolled off scarred and unmarked skin alike, as suspected.

“Goddamn it, you’re burning up. Take your coat off.”

Again, like a deer in headlights. The already brilliant blue of Dabi’s eyes shone brighter still—practically incandescent. Feverish. Unfocused. Resisting the urge to just Decay the damn thing right off him, Tomura pushed the heavy garment from his wayward partner’s shoulders and helped him shrug free of it. His fingers showed blister-red after handling the leather; no doubt touching any of the metal reinforcing the sleeves would’ve earned a first- or even second-degree burn. He dropped the coat to the leaf-littered ground.

“Sit.”

This command proved easier to grasp. With no hint of his usual poise, Dabi plopped down, crumpling against the tree’s trunk. Tomura knelt beside him and held out the canteen.

“Drink.”

Slowly, as if afraid the container might bite, Dabi lifted it to his lips and sipped. Instinct took over at that point. Eyes going wide, then squeezing shut, he tilted his head back and guzzled the rest. Panting, he took a moment to catch his breath. When he reopened his eyes, clarity and personality had returned, if with weariness tagging along behind.

“Hey, mophead.”

Two words, spoken in that familiar, quiet, and currently cracked voice, nearly accomplished what a month and a half of constant fighting and sleep deprivation hadn’t. Tomura didn’t break, though. He didn’t move a muscle, didn’t make a sound. He didn’t reduce the tree to splinters by smashing Dabi’s skull through it. He didn’t Decay the sheepish smile off his (stupid handsome fuckinghatehimsomuch) face. Neither did he give in to the impulse to collapse into the scarred arms that would’ve caught him and never let go. He couldn’t afford to. Every iota of rage and pain and razor-edged glee needed to be reserved for whatever Re-Destro had waiting for them at the bottom of the hill. To expend any of it now could cost him or the rest of the League their lives. So, Tomura corralled his stampeding emotions with a temporary fence of practicality.

“Can you fight?” His tone came out blander than stale bread.

Dabi’s smile dwindled. He scanned Tomura’s face for any sign that his presence meant more than an extra pair of boots on the ground. Catching none, he took a long inhale and settled into tight-lipped resignation.

“Yeah. Got a little piss and vinegar left in me. What’re we up against?”

“An army of deluded morons. The usual. We’ll need to keep them distracted for about an hour and a half.”

“What happens after the clock runs down?”

“Gigantomachia shows up and proves their philosophy is a pile of shit like everyone else’s.”

That dropped Dabi’s jaw. “You’re still fighting that thing?”

“What’d you think we were doing out in the middle of nowhere? Meditating and earning merit?” Tomura snapped before cursing himself. The sneaky bastard had always had a knack for poking his emotional pressure points—for getting him to do exactly what he swore he wouldn’t. Collecting himself, he wiped his expression clean again.

“Are you going to be any use here or do you need to sit this out?”

Blue eyes searched for cracks in Tomura’s resolve. As perverse luck would have it, he noticed the tracks of rusty red smeared down Dabi’s cheeks at that moment. They’d seeped like tears from the drooping scars that made up his lower lids. More crusted the staples in his chin and near the hinges of his jaw. Tomura’s stomach writhed like a dying animal. What the fuck had Ujiko been making him do? Had he been testing the nomu by fighting the damn things?

As if reading his thoughts, Dabi touched the bloody streaks. “Whatever you need me to do, consider it done.” A pause. No—a hesitation. “I just have a couple of things to say first. If you, uh, want to hear them.”

This asshole…Tomura had to curl his hands into fists to keep from clawing at his neck. Telling him to shove it sideways with no lube would be satisfying in the present, but Tomura knew, just like Dabi did—just like he’d counted on—the mystery would turn into a distraction he couldn’t allow. Worse, if one of them survived this battle and the other didn’t…He yanked his focus back before his imagination could drag it down into that abyss. The exasperation in his sigh didn’t need to be exaggerated.

“Fine. Out with it.” He wouldn’t go away with any regrets—let Dabi carry them all if he wanted.

“Okay. First item is my family name. It’s Todoroki.”

Every calculated reaction he had lined up imploded, leaving Tomura’s mind a void.

A grim little smile spread across Dabi’s face. “You didn’t know. I’m surprised.”

Tomura shook his head to get the gears turning again. “I…suspected. After you told me your given name. Especially watching how you acted after All Might retired.” Endeavor’s rise to the number one spot on the hero rankings and Dabi’s new habit of leaving the charred corpses of low-level villains littered around the city had started too close to each other to be coincidence. A powerful fire quirk…blue eyes in the family…an older son who vanished from the news feeds abruptly…no, it hadn’t been difficult to fit the pieces together at all once he’d realized they were there in the first place.

“Why tell me this?” Tomura asked, tone teetering between genuinely curious and accusatory. “Why now?”

That smile still pulling on the seams in his skin, Dabi stared down at his hands resting in his lap. “Just wanted you to know why I really stayed behind with Ujiko, I guess. When I saw I’d be useless against that giant, I figured it’d be an opportunity to handle my personal shit. I could look for a way to take out Endeavor without being a burden on you and the others. Go figure, I failed big time.

“Oh, sure, me and dear old Dad went toe to toe when I took the first high-end nomu out for a test run, like I said I would. But then that wannabe recruit I was looking into kind of fucked me over. And then Miruko showed up. And I was out there all alone, with no one to back me up, just how I’d wanted it.” A strangled laugh hiccoughed out of him. “So, Ujiko had to bail me out in the end. I completely overheated during the fight. My brain was so fried I even forgot the damn high-end on the field. If you hadn’t had the doc send me out here, he probably would’ve chopped me up and fed me to the rest of his pet projects. Anyway…I told you all that to tell you this.”

Dabi drew a long, shuddering breath and looked up square at Tomura. “I was wrong. I should’ve trusted you. The others too. I should’ve trusted that you would’ve helped me if I’d asked. That you’d want to. I’m sorry. I’m a reckless dick. And I didn’t leave because of you.” Closing his eyes, he let his head thump back against the tree and swallowed hard. “Just didn’t want to cash in my chips with you maybe thinking that was the case.”

Verbally eviscerating him for the sheer volume of his idiocy—take down Endeavor alone, didn’t want to be a burden, overheated to the point of collapse—should have been Tomura’s first instinct. However, it found itself blocked off before it even arose by one confession that kept echoing in his head.

I didn’t leave because of you.

The volatile energy buzzing in Tomura’s bones settled and faded out. Rather than leaving him depleted, it gave way for a new source of strength to rush in and replace it. One that set something in him right, like a dislocated joint popped back into place. The spot was still sore, still tender, but once aligned it made him whole and clear and sure the fight waiting for him was already his.

Reaching out with ring and pinky safely tucked against his palm, Tomura gripped Dabi by the chin. Those remarkable eyes fluttered open, startled but fixed solidly on him.

“It’d be easy for you then, wouldn’t it?” Tomura’s voice came out low and vicious, his dirty, broken nails digging into leathery scar tissue. “To just die here and not have to back up any of the shit you said? But you’re not going to get that luxury. I won’t allow it. You’re going to live just so I can have the pleasure of watching you beg and plead and grovel to earn my trust again. Understand?”

The tiny shiver that ran through Dabi, and the flicker of tongue over his bottom lip spawned a new reason to live that tied with Grind Re-Destro into the dirt for first. Patchwork hands landed on his forearm, petting and tickling. The smug bastard even dared to smile. “Perfectly, boss.”

“Good.” And then, because he was dangerously close to kissing him, or stripping him naked with his teeth, or something else otherwise unbecoming of the next King of Villainy, Tomura stood and added, “You look like hammered crap, by the way.” The hand that had clutched Dabi’s chin switched to offering him help up.

The smile sprawled into a crooked grin as the gesture was accepted. Dabi picked a bit of dead leaf from the hopeless mess of Tomura’s hair before tucking the locks behind his ear. “And you’re beautiful, as always.”

He snorted and tried to sneer. Really, he did. “Lying sack of shit.”

Any further attempts at flirting were cut short by an exclamation from Toga.

“Someone’s coming!”

After a final squeeze, Tomura let go of Dabi’s hand. For the first time in too long, they went to meet whatever came their way gladly, head-on, and, more important, together.

#shigadabi #shigadabi fic #dabi x shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #dabi #canon compliant #league of villains fanfiction #league of villains fanfic #also on ao3 #ao3 fic #shigadabiweek

[danyok]

88. The one stumbling to the other’s front door after getting hurt/beaten up etc. Can I have some fourth/beam pls🥺🥺 with the worry and angst and comfort (and beams inaccurate treatment of wounds because he’s only been in med school for so long lol) kithes

Ooh. Yiss. The old list. Yes ok. Let’s do this. ForthBeam are perfect for it. [ First Prompt Post ]

88.  The one stumbling to the other’s front door after getting hurt/beaten up etc.

WC: 710

It wasn’t on purpose. It wasn’t like he had gone out looking for a fight. It just happened. It had happened and Forth was not sure where else to go. That was how he had ended up outside Beam’s apartment. It was more out of muscle memory than anything. His head was killing him and he was exhausted. If he stumbled over his own feet along the way… Well, no one was in the hallway to see it, and he caught himself on the door frame so it was fine. He was fine. Ish. He would be fine.

He was sure that he would have a black eye, though, and he could taste blood in his mouth - which was never very fun. Maybe he should have gone home first; but, he was already there and it was too late to leave. Especially since the door opened before he could even knock in it. Beam looked taken aback at the fact that Forth was there in the doorway. He had his backpack in his hand, which meant he was likely on his way out to meet up with Kit and Phana so they could study. “What are you doing here?” he asked, having been more focused on the fact that Forth was there in the first place than the shape he was in. Forth could tell the exact moment that Beam realized that his lip was bleeding and the other obvious signs of him having gotten into a fight - Beam’s eyes narrowed and he sighed heavily through his nose.

He did not bother asking Forth what happened. He just tossed aside his bookbag and grabbed Forth’s wrist, dragging him into his room. “Sit,” Beam instructed as he pointed to the couch. Once he was sure that Forth was going to sit, he went into his bathroom where he grabbed the first aid kit he’d taken to keeping under the sink. The only positive thought he had about it was the fact that it was the first time he’d had to use it since he bought it. Beam didn’t say anything as he opened up the first aid kit and pulled out the antiseptic cream. He put some on the cotton swab he grabbed before setting the cream aside. He grabbed Forth’s chin to turn his face the right way and started to dab the medication to the bleeding spot, ignoring the way that Forth winced and tried to pull away.

“Are you going to ask what happened?” asked Forth once Beam let go of his chin to put more of the cream onto the cotton swab to put on the cut on Forth’s cheek.

“Nope.” He maybe pressed the cotton swab a little harder than needed and mumbled an apology when Forth quickly pulled away again. “I don’t have ice. You should ice your face.”

“Doctor Beam, don’t be mad at me.”

“I’m not a doctor.” Forth pouted a little and Beam sighed as he cleaned up the mess. “Stop coming to me with your face all messed up from stupid fights.”

“Okay - but what if it wasn’t a stupid fight?” Forth attempted a smile when Beam shot him a look in response. “I didn’t go out looking for a fight. It just happened. Don’t be mad at me, Ai’Beam.”

Beam sighed as he got up to throw away the trash and return the first aid kit to the bathroom. “I’m not mad at you. I’m irritated because I’m late to go study with the others because of you being dumb again.”

Forth reached up to grab Beam’s arm once he returned to the room. “Since you’re already late, you may as well stay here with me.” Beam reached up and poked Forth’s face near where the cut on his cheek was. It made Forth wince and pull away quickly. “Why are you being mean?”

“Stop getting hurt.”

Forth smiled at that and wrapped his arms around Beam, hugging him against his side tightly. “But then what excuse would I have to come see my hot doctor boyfriend?” Beam huffed and glared at Forth out of the corner of his eye, but he didn’t attempt to pull away from Forth’s side. Forth maybe had a point - he was already late, anyway.

#forthbeam #2moons #2moons 2 #my fics #prompt fill #ask #thefriendyouhate #blood tw

[kumoriyami-xiuzhen]

Hakuoki SSL - Hakuo Gakuen Student General Assembly Track 3

well... i hit 300 followers. not sure if it’s a milestone worth mentioning (if you’re one who followed because of the musicals and hasn’t gotten a message, read what it says at the top of my stuff i have page) or not since i can honestly say that i only started this tumblr for myself and everything i translate was really only done for my own sake... and I really have no idea if that number is good or bad for the amount of time I’ve been posting lol.

Still, i’m going to use the fact that this happened as an excuse to post this since i couldn’t figure out where to stick it in my queue since i didn’t want to wait til september to post this lol.

Anyway, this damn track is 18 min long... and i’ll get to the video next month along with the Hijikata web drama (have to push that back cause i got a bit busy with some things). Please note that the text left in bold is when Amagiri’s conversation with Kazama gets overlapped by Shiranui speaking. 

As always, final edits will be done when I get to my subtitle video... need to double check that other video translation and the audio for a few things.

Enjoy~! and do not post elsewhere!

Hakuoki SSL - Hakuo Gakuen Student General Assembly Track 3

Translation by KumoriYami

Hijikata: okay... it's about to start.

Harada: Hijikata-san?  you okay? need stomach medicine?

Hijikata: no need... alright, start/begin.

Amagiri: The Hakuo Gakuen Student Assembly will begin now. All students, stand! .....sit down.

Kazama: Then, start with each club's budget report, Amagiri.

Amagiri: Yes. these are the draft budgets for the various clubs/departments.

Kazama: The arts and literature club, the calligraphy club, and the photography club last year all needed 10,000; the music club which won a competition, in any case, needs a budget of 50,000; the newly established broadcasting club/depart of broadcasting  to buy equipment, they need an increase of 20,000; the baseball team, soccer team and tennis team will be the same as last year with 50,000; the judo club, archery club, track and field team, and also the kendo club, given their achievements from last year......

What......100,000?! Oi amagiri, what's going on/what's this about?!

Amagiri: About this issue...

Kazama: I haven't approved of any of this!! any club/organization/group associated with Hijikata will not have its budget approved!!

Shiranui: Alright/Well, of the budget report was just read, the clubs that weren't named will will maintain the status quo this year, ok? If there's no problem, the draft proposal will be adopted directly.

(applause)

Kazama: Eh...... continuing on [next], regarding the cultural festival that is to be held in october.......Shiranui.

shiranui: hey, hey. But there's nothing much to say since it will basically be the same as last year.

Kazama: This year like previous years, Hakuo Gakuen will hold its cultural festival......

(Kazama voice's cuts out completely while Hijikata and Harada talk)

Harada: I originally though [he'd] poke a basket [probably blow a gasket], seeing him now though, it seems that things are going smoothly.

Hijikata: For better or worse, that's because he's the student council president. But, what happens next will be the real question[/test]......

Harada: Next...... you mean the matter of changing of school rules and regulations?

Hijikata: I don't know what sort of issues the students will raise, though it's better to keep an eye on them.

(aside ends)

Kazama: Read it out/This reading is finished [check video version. Alt: That will be all on/for that/Conclude with that]. Are there any objections to what was raised? If there are no objections then this proposal/motion will be passed/approved. the next topic of discussion will be pertaining to amending the school rules and regulations.

You should all remember/recall, the questionnaire about amending the school's rules and regulations that I had sent out.

Due to he subject of this questionnaire, we solicited opinions on the revision of school rules.

amagiri: kazama-sama, these are the results of the questionnaire.

Kazama: So many opinions were collected, this shows that everyone is quite diastisfied with the current school rules and regulations. I see I see.....

? ? ?: How about cancelling the classical literature class? As someone living in modern times, I cannot help but wonder if there is any real need to learn classical literature. I think the time for classical literature should be spent on something more meaningful. So I propose that the classical literature class be cancelled. ——Proposed by: Anonymous

Kazama: Hm, hahahahaha.... This suggestion/proposal/motion/draft truly is great! However I believe cancelling the classical literature class isn't enough, rather [we should be] abolishing the classical literature [teaching] position. Hm. This suggestion will be kept to discussed later.

Hijikata: oi!!! You've got to be kidding me!! Classical literature is a required subject for entrance exams! Really, it's already that Kazama is thinking about adopting this proposal,  and the one who wrote this sort of proposal is also ridiculous, Souji ! You two, [come] to my office later! [either that or the principal's office.... but im leaning towards 'my' since 我 is in the TL. reword later]

Okita: Wait a moment/sec Hijikata-san, why do you think I wrote that proposal? The questionnaire was anonymous, there's no evidence that says that I wrote that proposal.

Hijikata: Regardless if you try to be anonymous, a proposal for cancelling the classical literature, there's no one aside from you in the entire school who would propose such a thing!

souji: wah, you seem to be really self-confident in that~ However, don't you think that students find Hijikata-san's classical literature class boring, I've seen not a few of them [may be: i don't think anyone i've seen would disagree...? check video later]?

hijikata: you bastard!!!

Harada: Calm down, Hijikata-san! You need to calm down! you should treat this as Souji fooling around.......

Okita: yes yes, I simply wrote down my heartfelt and honest thoughts~ [reword later? check video tl]

Hijikata: Sure enough you were the bastard who proposed this/it!!

Amagiri: Kazama-sama. do you want discuss the motion for cancelling the classical literature class later? I think you should continue with the next proposal. Further discussion on this draft may cause delays.

Kazama: To dare give/Daring to give me advice, you truly are brazen/impudent——I was originally going to be saying that, now you do as you say/that. [check video for last sentence]

Amagiri: I sincerely apologize.

???: Classes are 50 minutes in length, and they're too long! So can they be cut down to 30 minutes? If that happens, then the lunch period can be extended, which would mean more time to eat or even take a nap right? I think that this would absolutely be better!

——Proposed by a hopeful anonymous person [double check audio cuz the text on the video just says 'proposed by: anonymous']

Shiranui: Cutting the amount of time spent in class, that has my support! Kazama, pass this proposal [approve of this]!

harada: oi, oi! Don't you know how bad it would be/about the adverse/negative influence/impact/effect it would have, if you cut down on class time?

Shiranui: Hah? How bad effect it might have?! Shouldn't this be something to celebrate [Not sure but it might instead be: something happy/good to look forward to. check video tl]?

Harada: Hah...... you may think that cutting on class time would mean more time for playing around, but that way of thinking is wrong! Don't you guys know that each semester, exams are regularly scheduled? If class time is reduced, I'm afraid that it might mean being unable to learn everything before taking those exams. If that happens, you'd have to sacrifice your weekend for make up lessons. Is that alright with you?

Shiarnui: If that's the case, it would be better to reduce what the exams cover then!

Harada: In school, there are "learning essentials." If you feel like causing problems, and ignoring the minimal learning requirements, maybe should try being a teacher. If that happens, getting passing post-secondary entrance exams will become a dream. So, Heisuke, this type of draft proposal would be something that we can't approve of.

Heisuke: EH?! Harada-sensei, how do you know that this is something that I wrote?

Harada: Think with your head, who else would have come up with such an idea. To really think that you wouldn't get found out, that sort of thinking is completely incomprehensible.

Heisuke: ergh...........

Kazama: This type of shortsightedness really suits your identities as small fry. If class time is reduced, it'd better to have the classes cancelled altogether. Final exams cannot be considered as something to worry about, if I was writing an exam, I'd be able to get a perfect score even if my eyes were closed.

Amagiri: That skill is something that only Kazama-sama has.

Shiranui: Mah... The outward appearance is [might be] human, but [I/who] don't/doesn't know how many times he's repeated the school year/about the countless times [he's] repeated the school year.

Kazama: Returning to the subject, are there any objections to this proposal? It seems that there aren't, then [we're] moving on to discuss the next proposal.

???: I've heard that many students go play at the rail station/bus stop after school. Although moderate relaxation is harmless, but isn't playing at the game centre and KTV all night, something that goes against the responsibilities that students have? In order to prevent problems from occurring, I think that students should get permission from their teacher for where they go after school beforehand. [^check video tl for this later]

——Proposed by: Saito Hajime.

Kazama: oh.....?  The proposals up until were all anonymous, it seems like draft is different. But, to have the teacher give permission approve of where one can go after school, what a stupid idea.

Saito: A stupid....... idea?! If one person disrupts the moral standards/discipline, it will cause a chain reaction. What's so stupid about a proposal to prevent that?!

Kazama: Just think about it for a little bit. Or is your brain too small so you can't [even] figure that out?

Saito: …………

Amagiri: Kazama-sama. Although it may be bold for me to act as your substitute/in your place, but may I be the one to handle this explanation?  

Kazama: Approved.

Amagiri: yes!...... saito-dono, your opinion does sound somewhat reasonable. Because the act of playing around after school is not praiseworthy. However, after studying hard in school, it is necessary for suitable entertainment to be used as an outlet for accumulated stress. Just monotonously going to and from school will affect the students ability to think independently. Only by enriching their experiences will their minds be able to grow [more literally this sentence is about experience becomes  the soil for minds to grow in... check video tl later].

Saito: But I never said anything about banning after school entertainment/recreation! I only proposed having teachers the approve of what can be done after school!

Amagiri: That will affect the students' ability to think independently. What is referred to as independence, requires individuals who think by themselves and make their own choices [says "to take action"]. I believe, that it would go against human nature, if a teacher was asked about for permission about being able to play in a certain manner [check video tl for this later]. What do you think of this perspective?

Saito: So it was like that. Just as you said. I actually proposed something that opposed Hakuo Gakuen's education policy....... I will accept this conclusion [word I have for this translates to 'reality.' check video tl later], and deeply reflect upon this.

Harada: But even though this has nothing to do with being self-reliant/independent, this sort of regulation is [would be] too harsh/strict.

Kazama: Hrm......is that worthless discussion finally over? Presumably everyone has already become tired of this sort of monotonous talk. Here is some good news. The draft I will be reading now, I will not be accepting any objections and [will be] pass[ing] it right away.

(students mumble in background)

Kazama: Hmph. I understand how you are all worrying about whether or not your proposals will be adopted. Ignorant fools! Get down on your knees/Grovel on your knees before me and pay attention to attention to what I have to say! "My wife must greet me every morning at my home. Although there will be difficulties in the implementation of this regulation, I will compromise in having my her greet me every morning in the student council room.

Hijikata: This terrible proposal, did you really think, that this wouldn't get vetoed! Don't you remember how the same draft was rejected last time!!!

Kazama: That's preposterous...... Didn't you hear me?! I remember saying "the proposal that I will be reading now, I will not be accepting any objections, and [will be] passing it right away."

Hijikata: We don't have even the slightest reason to accept the draft proposed by you! Really, originally I thought that this would be able to proceed smoothly, but I didn't expect for this to happen again. Furthermore, you need to restrain yourself, stop calling/don't call her "my wife!"

Kazama: Hrm~ I have no obligations to listen to your complaints. But....... it truly is a pity for my wife to not be here right not. If she was here, surely, she would be passionately watching me, and blushing shyly while crying tears of joy.

Souji: To be able to misunderstand to this degree, it's shocking to the point of laughter [hilarity?]. The content of this is the exactly the same as last time, and nothing's been changed.

Heisuke:  (Fortunately), ["fortunately is included in the text tl but not video tl. check audio later]It seems like that guy caught a cold, which is she isn't here today.

Harada: It's seem that you can also do something smart. Well done, Heisuke!

Heisuke: hehe, right?

Kazama: Che! Too loud! After I've announced the passing the adoption of these proposals, you all/all of you bastards [check audio] should just obediently behave......!

Amagiri: Then, read out the next proposal.

Shiranui! Oh! That looks pretty good. "I hope for winter vacation to be as long as summer vacation, please give us a month of vacation!" Summer vacation is indeed a month long, winter break is only have a month!

Amagiri: To begin with, the length of summer vacation isn't the same across the country. In colder regions with more snow, summer vacation may not be a month. On the contrary, that region's winter vacation may be relatively longer. Summer vacation was originally established for escaping the hot weather.......

Shiranui: I know, I know! I get it already! Stop talking okay?

Amagiri: No. I am not finished speaking....

Kazama: Amagiri, Shiranui! You've got some nerve to be interrupting me while I talk! This is all your fault that we've strayed away from our next topic for discussion!! The next time this happens/If this happens again, I will not spare you! Remember that/keep that in mind!

Saito: I believe that if it wasn't for your pointless proposals, the current topic of discussion wouldn't have been so derailed.

Kazama: Listen to me, no matter the objections against the following/next draft, I will still implement it! Now remember that and listen carefully!

"Female students must report to the Student Council room immediately after the bell rings for lunch. At the time [they] must also bring a hand-made bento..."

Hijikata: Veto!

Kazama: "Female students must go to the Student Council room after..."

Hijikata: Veto!

Kazama: "Female students must..."

Hijikata: Veto!

Kazama: Hijikata, if you haven't listened to everything that I've said, surely you have a reason for it [/how can you have a reason to interrupt me]?!

HIjikata: It’s because you deliberately targeted her by writing so many proposals, bastard. [alt: "because, bastard, you deliberately targeted her..." will check audio for this later]

School rules are not your toys!

Kazama: You don't understand the obvious! As Hakuo Gakuen's student council president, I am obligated to make the school rules and regulations perfect! Therefore, the current school rules must be amended with only this draft!

Souji: Saying/Having said such beautiful/pretty words, isn't he just making excuses for his wilfulness?

Saito: Because there is only one female student in the entire school.

Kazama: Keh! You bastards! Do you guys mean to do everything you can to obstruct the path of love between me and my wife!?

Heisuke: what path of love......

Harada: It goes without saying that she's not your wife! Having said that though, to say spout such nonsense without backing down in front of everyone, that courage is really admirable.

Kazama: How could I possibly give up! My wife and I have been matched by the red thread/string [of fate]! This profound bond, even if the world stands against me, I will never back down!

[While I usually see 'thread' associated with the Chinese version of this belief, I don't know if the Japanese version of it uses 'string' or 'thread'....]

Shirnaui: What red string...... this is clearly just Kazama's own unbelievable delusions and his own wishful thinking.

Amagiri: Shiranui. You cannot say that/That mustn't be said. there's no telling if a miracle will occur. [reword more formally later]

Shiranui: Ah, if the sun rises in the West and the sky rains red, perhaps that might be true.... but, I don't think it's/that's going to work/it isn't anything but hopeless.

Amagiri: Mm............

Kazama: Heh, you've said enough. No matter what you think, the final decision is in my hands. Amagiri, all the drafts that were just read have been approved.

Amagiri: But... isn't that too unreasonable?

Kazama: What's the problem. I am the the student council president. Even if the [my] methods are unreasonable, no one would dare object.

Heisuke: Who'd accept that sort of ridiculous reasoning?!

Souji: That's right, if you think that you'll be forgiven for doing whatever you want as the student council president, then you're gravely mistaken. Eh.... (goes up on stage) I see.... these were the drafts that were read right?

Kazama: What the hell are you doing bastard?

Souji: Of course doing this! (tears all the drafts)

Kazama: ...! You bastard! You two quickly help me stop him!!!

Amagiri: Kazama-sama. I do not think that those drafts are suitable to be adopted.

Shiranui: I also agree/Agreed. Say, I'm very tired can I go home now(/ Anyway I'm tired can I go home now? [2nd one sounds better])

Kazama: Not permitted...!

Hijikata: Anyway! If you continue being a nuisance, we also have our own ways to respond. I don't care about the power you have/ about the powers of the student council president, but I'd advise you to not look down upon us teachers.

Harada: That's right, Kazama. I advise you to retreat while you're still able. If this continues, those so-called rules won't be able to protect you.

Amagiri: Kazama-sama. Listen to Hijikata-sensei and Harada-sensei's advice right now. This commotion/disturbance is getting bigger, and continuing this may cause others to doubt Kazama-sama's ability as student council president.

Kazama:.....Kuh!...! Heheheheheh.... You guys, I'l remember this! The next Student Assembly, I'll show off all my power to show everyone in the world just who my wife belongs to [check video tl]! Look forward to it!

Souji:...This type of behaviour... is this what they call a "defeated dog's barking"? [if it's not this interpretation.... i'm assuming it means something like 'running away in defeat,' or 'having your tail between your legs'or 'turning tail' since this mentions a dog - 负犬远吠 in chinese. or maybe its 'barking dogs seldom bite' that was the only idiom i found that that mentioned dogs and barking that might have been in JP when browsing. either way, i'll go i'll go double check the other version of this that has been translated later].

Saito: Exactly/Absolutely/(indeed/It is).   I don't want to become like that person. /I don't want to be that kind of person, even if I walk astray/I don't want to be that kind of person, even if I'm not careful. [check video tl]

End

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well, this is now officially the longest thing I’ve translated... tho that won’t be the case when I get to Shinsengumi Oni-tan. i dragged this one out for a long time since it just looked like a massive wall of text in nimble... haaah thankfully all the other ssl dramas aside from “Another Chizuru?” are >15min... I think?

also no images being posted this time cuz i didn’t schedule this posting.

#hakuoki #hakuouki #hakuoki ssl #hakuoki drama cd #hakuoki drama translation

[leejihoonownsmyheart]

Click, Click

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4 , 5 , 6 , 7, 8 , 9 , 10 , 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25

Chapter Twenty-Six:

Proposing that you two be careful had sort of just been you running your mouth as a result of endless nerves. You were constantly talking- just trying to fill the void with words so that you couldn’t do something stupid. Of course, that usually resulted in you doing something stupid but that was hardly the point.

The point was you hadn’t really expected Jihoon to take you seriously when you suggested being careful. It simply wasn’t really something that you could see the two of you doing, but when it was finally time to leave Jihoon and return back to your life, it was clear that he was taking your words seriously.

“Here.”

He handed you a black jacket, one that you awkwardly took in your hands and frowned at unsurely as he continued to rummage through his things. He handed you a few other items- dark glasses and a face mask, and when you didn’t immediately put them on he simply rolled his eyes and started to do so for you.

“If you don’t want to get caught, you should cover up more,” he explained as he wrapped his jacket around you. You hadn’t even realized how cold the room was until the jacket was covering your bare arms. You slide yourself more comfortably into the jacket, and he adjusted it as you wiggled your body ever so slightly.

Thanks to Jihoon’s affinity to large clothing the jacket that he put on you was huge. It fell well past your hands and hung down your body to your knees. You couldn’t even begin to imagine how small you must look standing there before him.

But you knew that he found the look to be completely and utterly adorable. He huffed a small bit of air from his nose when he looked at you.

He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to for you to know exactly what was going through his head. Your face reddened deeply, and your eyes flitted downwards, but just as they did, his hands went to the back of your head. He ran his fingers gingerly behind your ears and then carefully hooked one of the straps over your ear.

He pulled the face mask over your lips, and over your other ear, and smiled as he secured it over your nose.

Then he slid the glasses up onto the bridge of your nose, your vision drastically darkening as soon as the glasses were in position.

“There,” he mumbled. “To the untrained eye you are completely unrecognizable.”

He reached behind your head and pulled the hoodie over you, peaking at you from underneath the cloth.

“But to trained eyes?” You asked softly. Jihoon laughed, his voice still soft.

“You’re mine,” he whispered pleasantly. You rolled your eyes at the words, but you raised your jacket covered hands to his wrists, where they were still holding your head carefully.

“I’ll see you soon,” you said to him. You lowered his hands down back to his sides and turned around. You started to wander off, but before you could really do anything, his hand was on yours again.

“One more thing,” he whispered. “I think it’s about time that we traded phone numbers.”

A thing as small as a phone number shouldn’t seem as completely life changing as it did for you as you made your way back to your place and yet it still seemed  like everything in your life had changed with just the addition of a few extra numbers in your phone.

You had gotten into a weird habit as of lately and at some point, you just... Stopped adding people’s contacts to your phone.

Maybe it was one of those dumb things you were self-consciously doing to avoid getting too close to people. Maybe it was just something that you did because you were too lazy, or you just forgot. You weren’t sure, and at the moment, your mind was running too wild to really think about it.

The first thing you did once you were far enough from Jihoon’s place was pull out your phone.  

You opened your contacts and clicked the small plus sign in the corner. You stared at the number that Jihoon had texted you with, surprised to find that you already knew the numbers fairly well.

You wondered if you would even need to add his number if you memorized it but deep down you knew that you didn’t care. You wanted his contact in your phone. You wanted his name to pop up on your phone screen when you had a text. If you called him- you wanted to see his photo in the background, and if he called you? You wanted to be able to pick out a ringtone for when he called that was specific just for him.

You wanted to keep this relationship between you a Jihoon special and honestly, finally having his phone number after so long... It just felt so liberating.

If you missed him, needed to talk to him, or even wanted his attention? You didn’t need to post on Instagram or go up to his place. All you had to do was send him a text or click the call button on your phone and you could hear his voice.

You bit down on your bottom lip as you typed in his stage name, and then... Rethinking it, you deleted it and instead wrote out his full name.

Once again, however you rethought it, and deleted it.

His contact name had to be perfect after all. It couldn’t be something that wasn’t special. You two were dating- but it also couldn’t be something too cringy as you knew Jihoon would poke fun at you for that.

You wondered if there were anything that you could make his name that could be special between the two of you. Something that most people would be confused by, but you and Jihoon could smile at fondly, knowing that it meant you two were in something that most people would compare to love.

You typed out the name “Not my boyfriend” and quickly put one of the pictures that Jihoon had taken on your phone from that day at the park. You stared at the phone contact and then after a few minutes slipped the phone into your pocket, knowing that if you kept looking at the contact you would just find other ways to change it.

It was a little chilly outside, but you hadn’t really seen it snow just yet. You wondered if it ever would.

You were fairly fond of the snow. In fact, you were also very fond of the wintertime. It was a beautiful season, in which you found it very easy to be happy when it was normally much harder to be so. When it came to that certain time of the year you just found yourself feeling a bit more light-hearted. The worst things could happen to you and your heart would still find it in yourself to feel positive. To be... Happy.

And this was as close to thrilled as you could recall being in recent times. You quite honestly felt like you were walking on air as you made your way back to your place. You felt like nothing could take you down. You had Lee Jihoon’s phone number.

How many people could say that? That they had Lee Jihoon’s phone number? You knew not many could and-

“Hey!”

You jolted a bit when someone’s hand landed on your shoulder, and you looked back to find Jeongin standing there, a large smile on his lips.

“Look who it is... Miss stupid enough to even push her own boyfriend away.”

Jeongin grabbed the hood of your jacket, pulling it down so that he could see your face.  

"But judging by your attire, you got over yourself?" He asked.

Part of you kind of wanted to be surprised by Jeongin’s sudden appearance, but you couldn’t really say you were knowing the way that people sort of just popped in and out of your life here in Korea. At this point you thought maybe it was more surprising if you didn’t just bump into somebody that you knew on the streets.

"More like Jihoon forced me to talk to him," you replied. "But... I don’t know... Maybe, I’m starting to think the dumbass life isn’t for me.”

"Finally," Jeongin mumbled. He wrapped his arm around you and smiled. "What did you guys do? Anything? Have some fun?"

Jongin wiggled his eyebrows at you, and you blew hard out of your mouth.

"You know we didn't," was all you said in response. You tried to knock his arm off of you, but all it did was make him pout. You were about to retort that he was being a baby, and not to touch you, but before you could you felt your phone buzz, and apparently so did Jeongin. His eyebrow raised.

“So, you do get notifications on your phone,” he commented dryly. You elbowed him in the side as you pushed your hand into your pocket, trying to see who was messaging you this time. When you saw the notification on your phone, you felt your heart skip a beat.

It was Jihoon. Jihoon was already texting you?

You fumbled with your fingers as you unlocked your phone to check and make sure that your eyes hadn’t been deceiving you.

Not my boyfriend: I’m sensing a disturbance in the force... Is Jeongin with you?

Your eyebrows rose in surprise and you glanced back over your back, looking around the street to see if you could find Jihoon standing there. You didn’t see anyone, so you looked back down at your phone.

Are you following me?  

It only took him a moment to respond to you.

Not my boyfriend: No lol, Jeongin hacked my phone and he texted me that you look good in my jacket.

You stared at the text, and didn’t even have a chance to responded before he added: Which is true, you should keep it

You rolled your eyes at the message on your phone and before you could type out a response, Jeongin grabbed your phone from your hand. Your eyes widened and you reached out for it, but he held it out of your reach, laughing a little bit.

“Who are you texting that’s got your cheeks red like that?” He asked teasingly. You wrestled him a bit for the phone, but your at first genuinely hostile energy eventually dissolved as the two of you tumbled with one another on the sidewalk. He wrenched his head around once he had a slight advantage, and his eyebrows shot up high in surprise.

“Oh, it must be your boyfriend,” he teased lightly. “Look at you, being all cute and spoiled and shit.”

You scoffed, but before you could say anything more to him, he slid your phone back into your hand.

“Where are you off too? We should hang out,” he stated. You went to tell him that you couldn’t hang out with him. It had been... What...? Two days since you had been back to your place. You had kind of just dropped off the planet of the Earth and hadn’t told anyone where you had been.

It was bad enough that you continued to just ignore all of the messages on your phone, still unable to bring yourself to respond to the ones you needed to.  You could feel anxiety gripping at your heart as you wondered what you should do about it. Could you even just respond to them now? It had been days since you had even admitted to being alive. What kind of a person waited that long to respond to someone and then just responded as if no time had passed at all?

A pretty shitty one probably.

But you supposed in that way maybe you were pretty shitty.

You went through this dilemma a lot. On one hand, you had been like this for a few years now. You got too inside your head about responding to people’s messages when it had taken what could be counted as “too long” and then you put all this pressure on yourself to give a good response.

If the response in your head at the time wasn’t good enough or you didn’t allot yourself enough time to respond to it, then you would just stress yourself out enough to push off responding even more. That would just lead to you leaving the message unread for days, weeks, even months until the person sent another message to you and maybe you would finally dignify them with a response.

You had gotten used to the shitty way you let anxiety rule your life and tried to knock it aside by being better about responding and talking to people- more like you used to.

But it never worked, and you beat yourself up, and you tried not to mention how much it stressed you out just to send a text message, because honestly, the whole situation seemed so pathetic to you.

It was just a response after all, it took at max two seconds to send people a message and inform them of your well-being. All you had to do was send a minor text to assure people that you were alright instead of putting it off and causing yourself more anxiety.

You did end up telling your friend once that you felt this way. Admitted that it was one of the reasons that you hated on yourself so much. You knew that you tended to be hard on yourself, and if anyone knew it best other than yourself, it had to be this friend.

You tried to be more honest with her then you were with most people. Tried to convince yourself that your anxieties weren’t as big of a deal as you thought they were, and that most of it was just you overthinking everything in your head.

She was good at reminding you of that. Good at ensuring you that maybe you were thinking a little too much and that people weren’t mad at you for all of the reasons that you thought they were.

If people don’t know by now that you are going to take forever to respond, they just don’t know you.

And it was true, and somedays, it made you feel a little bit better about not responding to some people.

But... Not every day.

Because somedays, things were just... Too good.

Everyone was so nice to you. All the time everyone was just so kind. Didn’t seem like a problem, but it made you feel like they had some reason to do so. You knew that people didn’t take you seriously most of the time. You opened your mouth, and you could tell that people thought you were just fucking around with everything that you were doing.

They thought you weren’t smart enough for college, or they thought you didn’t take dancing seriously, or that you couldn’t lead a dance group because you had no background in it. They thought you couldn’t write because you didn’t have published books, they thought you couldn’t paint just because you didn’t have art up in the museums.

And you understood it to some extent. You had a lot of hobbies, some of which you didn’t take as seriously as others, but everything that you did was important to you. Every word that left your mouth was a true statement that you honestly thought needed to be heard.

Just because they couldn’t see that didn’t mean they had the right to belittle you the way that they always did. And that was what made the niceness seem so fake.

You got so tired of being belittled by everyone that you worked harder to be taken seriously, so when you were finally taken seriously by the people around you, it just... Didn’t seem real because you were so used to not being taken seriously.

And then all of a sudden you were supposed to accept everyone treating you like you were some sort of hero?

It didn’t make sense it didn’t add up in the clusterfuck of a blackhole that your brain was constantly in.

So instead, you just have yourself more reasons to despise yourself and make you feel like truly weren’t worth all the praise and good attention. Which gave you more social anxiety and started the whole thing all over again.

Did anyone actually dislike you for not responding to messages right away? You were sure they didn’t truly mind. Jeongin for instance- You knew he wasn’t really mad at you. He understood you, and he liked being with you in person more than chatting on the phone anyways.

Did that mean that you weren’t going to still worry about it when your mind grew quiet.

“Hey, let’s go get Patbingsu again,” he commented, his fingers intertwining with yours. “I mean I know right now you look like you are legitimately on a walk of shame, but Patbingsu always cures all that ails anyone!”

You smiled and turned your attention to Jeongin as he made a serious attempt to drag you along the sidewalk. While you thought for a moment, maybe he was being too clingy, you quickly dismissed the thought.

You liked it when people were clingy after all. It proved that they liked you, no matter how distant you could be sometimes.

“Okay, Patbingsu,” you agreed. “Even though it’s too cold for it.”

Jeongin beamed at you and just before he dragged you back along you made sure you did one thing:

Hey, I miss you already

And then you made sure to properly reprimand Jeongin for his clear Patbingsu problem on the way to the little shop he was taking you to this time.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

#Woozi #Seventeen #Woozi AU #Woozi Fanfiction #Click Click by leejihoonownsmyheart

[luckbeabugaboo]

jealous kiss for marichat please :)

Nonny, you were coming for my deepest of guilty pleasures with this ask and I appreciate it deeply lol. I hope this live up to your hopes!! 

October 7th entry in my “kiss a day” challenge (requests open).

26. Jealous Kiss (Marichat)

Like clockwork, Chat Noir landed on the bakery’s rooftop when the moon was at its highest point in the sky. He knocked in a pattern only the girl inside would understand and then perched himself on the fence to wait, tail swinging idly. Visits to her rooftop were becoming a bad habit and while he made his best efforts to convince himself that it was something he could unlearn, it was an unspoken fact that he would always come back. The smiles she gave Chat were so different from the ones she gave to Adrien; so unrestrained and warm. Chat didn’t blame her, he couldn’t fault her for her preferences. If he were being honest with himself his own preferences tipped in favor of the cat ears and tail too. 

Adrien Agreste couldn’t ever be this free. 

Marinette poked her head out of the door, shaking her head with a knowing smile gracing her lips. “We have to stop meeting like this.”

“Don’t say such cruel things, Princess. I don’t have any lives left to be gambling on a broken heart.” A hand rose to his chest to feign offense before he jumped down to offer her help getting up from the little hatch door. She slipped her hand into his and let him help her up. The touch didn’t linger quite as long as he had silently hoped it might. 

“You and me both.” She sighed before leaning against the bricks. “I don’t think I can handle another day like today.”

Curiosity sparked, but with a furious sort of concern in the underbelly. Sitting down on the ground beside her, he matched her tone. “Is everything okay? Do I need to hunt myself down a new scratching post?” 

“It’s just this guy.” Pink pajama fabric gathered between her fingers as she pulled her knees to her chest. It was heartbreaking to see someone who was so warm and bright be this defeated. “I’ve known him for a while now and he just… He does things sometimes that make me think that maybe he’s starting to see me. He’ll give me a long smile or he’ll compliment my outfit. I know it’s stupid to think that being nice and finding me attractive are even in the same boat. I just keep hoping that maybe there’s more to it than he’s letting on. And then I’m disappointed because of my own overactive imagination.”

Luka. She had to be talking about Luka. It didn’t quite add up, from everything he’d seen, there was sincere interest in Marinette coming from Luka’s end. Or at least it felt that way. He struggled sometimes to watch the pair interact because whether he liked it or not, he was jealous of how comfortable she seemed around the musician. She was never that relaxed around Adrien… er… him. 

“I don’t think it’s your imagination. You’re incredible, Marinette. You are so thoughtful and talented, I think that when Lu-- this guy compliments you, he means it.” Placing a hand on the top of her head, he ruffled her hair gently. It was in two low pigtail braids instead of held up, but he still didn’t want to mess it up. “Have you tried talking to him about how you feel?”

Pink dusted her cheeks. “It’s not that easy. When someone makes your heart race they also make words a lot harder than they need to be.” Pausing, Marinette cast him a long glance. Blue eyes were fathomless, deeper than any ocean and far more mesmerizing. “Have you ever been in love, Chat?”

He swallowed hard. That was a loaded question. “I think so.” Quirking a grin, an attempt to defuse the tension and silence the flashes of red and black that she had inadvertently sent to haunt him, Chat gave her head another little pat. “I’ve declared my love plenty of times. The more you do it, the easier it becomes. Here! Let’s purrrractice. You can pretend I’m whoever you like and try to tell me how you feel.”

This was absolutely, 100%, a terrible, awful, no good idea. But he was entirely confident that it would make her feel better one way or another. If she was embarrassed then they could just make a joke of it, and if she really just needed to practice wording things then he would be helping her get one step closer to something that made her happy. 

“Wh-- That’s…” Her blush intensified at first, but then it settled and she gave a little punch to his shoulder. “You’re absolutely ridiculous.”

“The wackiest cat this side of the river Seine.” Chat winked before nudging her shoulder right back. “Now I wanna hear this confession! Don’t hang meowt to dry here.”

She laughed, a light and happy sound that made any knots in his stomach disappear. “Alright, alright.”

Marinette turned her head to look up at him, her hands fidgeting in her lap as her eyes flashed with thought. He could practically hear the wheels in her mind turning. Patiently watching her, Chat let his eyes travel from hers. Gaze sweeping down the bridge of her nose, and settling for a few moments too long on her parted lips. He noted mentally the light trace of gloss, likely from a chapstick. The mental note was quickly shoved aside and he averted his eyes back to her own. She seemed to be studying him just as intently. They were both getting into character it would seem.

“Okay, I think I’m ready.” She breathed out. Wriggling her shoulders a bit, she looked away from him. “Hey, I… I have been meaning to tell you this for a long time now. We’ve, um, w-we’ve--” Her hands rose up to cover her face and she squeaked out an unintelligible sound. “Ican’tdothis.”

Chat withdrew his hand from her head and set it on her shoulder instead. “How about I go first? Maybe that will make it easier.”

Nodding a few times, it took her another couple minutes to cool off in full. Once her hands had fallen back into her lap and he could see the moonlight in her eyes once more, he felt the bravado he’d provided moments before starting to shake. He had told Ladybug his feelings plenty of times, none of which had resulted very positively. Usually he could play it off as a joke or offer her a smile when she let him down as gently as possible. 

“Chat?” Her voice rose quietly, almost concerned. 

“Sorry, sorry. I was just trying to decide what I wanted to say. Only my very best for you, Princess.” HIs smile gave way to her eyes rolling, a silent victory if there ever was one. Slowly reaching for her hand, he held it between both of his as he spoke. “Marinette, you are one of the most incredible people I’ve ever met. I can’t even begin to tell you how much of an impact you’ve had on my life. I know that we’re friends and I cherish that friendship with all my heart, but I think it’s only fair that you know how important to me you’ve become.” 

Marinette’s eyes were wide enough he was convinced he would get lost if he let himself stare too deeply. “Chat, I--”

“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t ever want to make you uncomfortable and if friendship is as far as you think possible, I totally get it. I'm lucky enough to be allowed a place on your balcony from time to time. Usually cats like me are stuck watching from the alley.” 

Bringing her hand up to his lips, he stole one last glance at her face before brushing his lips to her knuckles. That seemed like the right course of action to seal the fabricated confession. His eyelids fell shut and he shook off the strange ache in his chest. They shared a silence that lasted all too long before he broke it himself.

“Ta-da! A confession!” He opened his eyes and offered up a jovial snicker. “Your turn.”

Marinette seemed dazed. Her lower lip was trapped between her teeth and her eyes were focused on the hand he had returned to her lap. “My turn…” She echoed. 

A heavy breath was sucked in before she snapped her eyes up to meet his and offered a bright smile. His heart melted on the spot. “You wanted to tell me something, Princess?” He immediately jumped into character, tilting his head slightly to the side to feign curiosity. 

“Yes.” A hand reached out to sit on his knee and she leaned a little closer. “I wanted to tell you that I’m in love you, A-- Chat. I have been for so long and I’ve been so afraid to tell you. But I realized that because we’re friends, you should know. It doesn’t have to change anything about us, I don’t want you to think I’m just another one of your fans or for things to get awkward because you don’t… you don’t really see me that way.” She started strong, her voice tapering off as she progressed but her searing gaze never settling. 

“Just a fan? Marinette, you’re one of my best friends. I could never think that.” The instinct to soothe her kicked in and charged right past the logic of the situation. She wasn’t really confessing to him. This was for Luka, the blue haired guitarist had plenty of fans. He was a cool guy. He was a lucky guy. 

Her lip quivered and she curled her hand up into a little fist in his lap. “I worry what you think of me. You’re so hard to read sometimes. If you, if you don’t like me that way then we can pretend we never had this conversation. I just w-wanted… I wanted to get it off my chest.”

“I’m sorry that you felt like you couldn’t have told me sooner. You can always tell me anything.” Autopilot guided his hand to her cheek, cradling her face like porcelain he feared could shatter with ease. Luka had a poker face, that was true. But he was also pretty blunt. If Marinette went to him and was this honest, he would no doubt be just as compelled to reach out to her. She was so earnest and Chat wasn’t sure how to interpret the sudden jealousy that was hitting him in waves. 

She didn’t flinch away from his touch, but she also didn’t seem to have anything else to say. Chat was sure this was the point that he should let the act go. He should back up and give her space, ask her how she felt about that confession and if she thinks she’s brave enough to bring it to Luka. But he didn’t do that. Instead, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. 

The world froze but his heart pounded at double speed. She was kissing him back, her fingers digging into his knee and making his head spin. This wasn’t about them, this was just a proxy. Marinette’s confession was for someone else and Chat wasn’t entirely sure where he stood either. But for the entire duration of their kiss, he pushed aside whatever reservations were to be had so he could enjoy the moment. 

Like all lovely things, it was fleeting. She pulled back and looked at him with mystified eyes. Her cheeks were lit with a blush and he was sure his were the same. Under the soft moonbeams she looked almost angelic, and that sight alone made him feel terribly guilty. 

“Well, I’d say your confession is pretty great.” Chat laughed lightly, awkwardly. “And don’t worry, we can keep the kiss a secret. Cat’s honor. It was just part of the practice.”

Marinette nodded and he tried not to flinch. It was that easy for her. “I’ll let you know if I need to practice again anytime soon.” Her smile pressed into a grin and a shudder rolled down his spine.

#miraculous fanfic #marichat #marinette dupain cheng #chat noir #fanfiction #miraculous ladybug #october kisses #my writing #asked and answered

[thedeliverygod]

alright so here’s the little one-shot I wrote as a possible idea for the sora zine to work on if I got in but since I didn’t, I’mma go ahead and post it lol. no ships, just gen. Aqua and Sora sorta discussing their similarities & working through dealing with processing everything that’s happened to them. 

Links for AO3 & ff(.)net are on my profile and I have the same username there as well since tumblr doesn’t like things with links anymore.

His eyes were glued to the horizon as he sat at his usual spot on the paopu tree, everyone’s voices from the beach below blending in with the sound of the waves. Though there did seem to be one that seemed a little louder, slowly starting to break his concentration.

“Sora?”

His shoulders lurched in surprise as Aqua’s blue hair filled his vision. “Whoa!” He leaned back and gave her a sheepish smile, “Sorry, guess I was spacing out.”

“No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to surprise you like that.” She smiled back, waving her hands in apology.

“Is everybody looking for me?” His smile faltered a bit and he looked down at his lap, “I just needed a breather, that’s all.”

Aqua spoke quietly after letting a brief silence pass over them, “No, actually. I just… wanted to ask you something.”

“Me?” Sora looked up and tilted his head curiously.

Aqua let out a laugh at the puzzled look on his face and nodded, “Yes, you. Would you mind taking a walk around the island with me while we talk?”

“Sure. It’s just… You said it so seriously. Are you sure you want to talk about it with me and not Riku or the King or…?” He trailed off, scratching the back of his head.

“You’re right, it is important. But yes, it’s something I specifically wanted to talk to you about.” She answered unwaveringly and Sora blinked.

“Okay. Well,” He slid off of the tree and into the sand, giving another brief smile as he hit the ground, “Let’s get going, then.” As they crossed the bridge and started down the stairs to the main level of the island, he asked, “So what’s up?”

Aqua parted her lips in surprise before she turned her head away, answering, “I don’t want anyone to overhear, so I’ll let you know when we’re a little bit farther away. It’s more of a personal matter.”

“O-oh. Okay, got it.” Sora replied a bit sheepishly, making a note to himself to keep quiet until she was ready to talk. Staring at his feet, he hardly noticed they safely made it to the other side of the island until Aqua finally blurted out her question.

“How do you manage to stay so positive?”

His head snapped upward, “Huh?”

She frowned deeply, closing her eyes and clenching her fists at her side as she continued, “I can’t forgive myself… for falling to the darkness. I know, it’s only natural, especially considering I was trapped in the realm of darkness for so long. I kept myself going for a long time, just thinking of Ven and Terra, but it wasn’t enough. And ever since, I’ve just felt so weak. I-I was ready to give up at one point, in the Keyblade Graveyard. So I just… wanted to know. How do you keep going?”

Sora blinked in surprise, taking in all of her words and letting them sink in as he considered his answer.

“I feel like we’ve been through similar things, you and I.” She continued, waving her hand between them, “But you’ve always seemed to come out stronger for it. So I just wanted to see if I could get your perspective of things.”

“I don’t know what to say, really. Because… I don’t think I’ve handled anything better or worse than you did, Aqua.” He gave a small smile, “Of course, we’re different people, so we’re going to handle things in different ways, but…” He looked away and stepped forward into the ocean, letting the small waves lap over his feet, “It’s been hard for me too.”

He heard her voice from behind him, quiet and surprised, “Really?”

“Yeah.” He nodded solemnly, “I was ready to give up in the Keyblade Graveyard too, you know. Everyone had disappeared into the darkness except for me and Riku, and I thought it was over. Even though we still had each other, I could tell Riku was struggling. And since all of you are so much stronger than I am, I thought if you guys couldn’t do it, then how could I?”

“But despite all that, Riku never gave up on me. He told me I didn’t really believe that. And I guess, deep down he was right; I was letting fear think for me. And Kairi somehow kept me together long enough so that I could give everyone another chance. They both believed in me even when I didn’t.” A few tears gathering at the corners of his eyes, Sora turned back to Aqua, “Donald and Goofy have both done the same thing, more times than I can count. I wouldn’t be here without them, without all of you. Which is why I felt so helpless when I was alone.”

He wiped at his eyes with his hand and started to walk back towards her, “So I guess what I’m trying to say is… it’s okay to feel that way. To be honest, what you’re doing is probably a lot healthier; asking for help instead of trying to hide it behind a smile.” He finished with a sheepish scratch of his head, “I’ve kind of got a bad habit of that.”

Aqua’s lips parted, but she was momentarily speechless. “I had no idea, I’m so sorry.”

Sora flashed a quick apologetic grin in return, “It’s funny, people always say I’m a bad liar. But I guess I’m pretty good at it when I don’t want to worry anyone.”

“Well, you can definitely talk to me any time.” She pulled out her gummi phone and held it out before pocketing it again, “Especially since it’s a lot easier with these.”

“Heh, yeah.” He agreed with a smile before he motioned for her to sit down, settling down into the sand himself, “And thanks, same to you. I’m definitely trying to get better at it. Kairi’s pretty, uh, what’s the word… intuitive, when it comes to reading other people’s emotions. So she’s managed to make me spit out a couple of things after catching me in a lie.”

She laughed at that, nodding, “Kairi definitely is skilled at that sort of thing. But I’m sure it’d be much better for both of you to just actually have conversations instead of her poking and prodding you for answers.”

“Like I said, it’s a work in progress.” Sora responded with an exaggerated pout, “But anyway, it has really helped to get all this off my chest so, thank you. I, uh… just hope that I actually helped you.” He looked over to her sheepishly.

“Don’t worry about that, of course you did.” She smiled sweetly in return, folding her hands in her lap, “Even if there’s no wrong or right way to react or feel about any of it, it does feel good just to have finally opened up.”

Sora tilted his head, “So you think you’ll talk to Ven or Terra about it?”

Aqua hummed before answering, “In time.”

“Guess we really are similar.” He joked and she rolled her eyes with a laugh. “Hey Aqua, can I ask you something too? It’s more of a favor.” His tone turned more serious and sincere.

“Sure, what is it?” She leaned forward a bit, staring at him curiously.

“Could you… help me train to take the mark of mastery again?” Sora’s voice got even quieter and he stared down at the sand.

She looked away as well and gave a sad smile, asking, “That still bothers you, huh? You know you’ve technically done more than enough to earn the title.”

“I know it’s stupid.” He turned his head away even more so that she could no longer see his eyes at all, “I just wanna do it the official way; like everyone else.”

“I’d be honored to.” She barely gave him the chance to explain before she answered.

Sora whipped his head around, mouth wide in surprise, “Really!?”

“Yes, really.” She nodded, “I do expect you to come to the Land of Departure, though. Destiny Islands doesn’t seem very fit for formal training.”

“Yes, yes, yes! I’ll do anything!” He came flying towards her, wrapping her into a tight hug, “You’re the best, Aqua!” Immediately, he was on his feet and running back towards the other side of the island, “I’ve gotta go tell everyone!”

She stood up and shook her head, though she laughed quietly at his antics. “Sora, you really are one of a kind.”

#kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts fanfiction #Sora #Aqua #my writing

[lovemesomesurveys]

How do you feel about full length beards? I’m not into a lot of facial hair. I like some scruff, but that’s it. Have you ever been to a circus? Yeah, once. I was naive and didn’t know about the abuse that went on at the time. Do you know anyone who’s gone to a Fat Camp? No. Do you use Facebook IM everyday? No. I don’t even remember the last time I used it. How many surveys have you done already today? This is my first.

What’s the WORST show on Adult Swim? I don’t care for the Adult Swim shows. Family Guy and American Dad is okay, but after that it gets too stupid and weird for me. Sorry. Like once I saw this show, Mr. Pickles, and uh... wtf. The episode I saw was very disturbing. I don’t get the appeal of Rick and Morty at all. And why the hell is Mike Tyson Mysteries a thing? That’s just to name a few. I see previews of other shows and I just... wow. Do you have any relatives that have shunned you, or vice versa? No. Has anyone ever posted a HORRIBLE picture of you for everyone to see? Not maliciously or because they thought it was horrible and wanted to embarrass me, but yeah. My mom has posted photos where she didn’t see anything wrong and she thinks I looked fine, but I was like EW NO take that down it’s hideous. I reallyyyy don’t like photos of me taken by someone else. I have to take my own photos if I’m going to take one at all because I know the angles and lighting and can add a filter. Plus, I can take a ton before finally settling on one. If someone else takes the photo and they want to post it, I have to approve. Which grade in school was the most fun for you? I enjoyed elementary and middle school. High school had its ups and downs, but there were parts I liked. I liked the last 2 years the best. Which would you rather have, a new puppy or kitten? I wouldn’t want another pet right now to be honest. We have our doggo and one suits our family best right now. Does drama seem to follow you everywhere you go? No, thankfully. I have other issues I struggle with, but not drama. Do you ever just want to go away to a new place where no one knows you? I don’t live in a small town where everyone knows everyone and I was never Miss Popularity, so apart from family and a few other people, not a lot of people know me. However, I do want move away to a new place. My family and I have wanted to for a long time, we just haven’t been able to. A change of environment and scenery would be really nice. You’re ordering a pizza, you can have any kind of toppings, what are they? I’m a simple gal, I just like white sauce, feta and ricotta cheese, garlic, spinach, and crumbled meatballs with pesto drizzled on top. Do you hit ‘quiet’ or ‘ignore’ on your cell? Which one usually? Nah. If my phone rings and I don’t want to answer it, I just let it ring. Do you ever regret giving your number to people? I have before with some people. Have you ever been told that you’re afraid of your own shadow? Haha yeah. Have you ever tried Gouda cheese? Nope. Does/did your high school have pop machines? No. They decided to remove them the year I entered high school, which I was mad about. Do you use a public computer, or do you have your own? I have my own laptop. Do you ever find it odd how you type LOL when you’re not really laughing? >> No, because I understand that its function has moved far beyond representing actual laughing-out-loud. <<< Yeah. I remember discussing that in a class once. Have you ever gambled? A couple times. Not my thing. Although, what really made my experience unenjoyable wasn’t so much the gambling, it was that the casinos I’ve been to allow smoking and I don’t do well with cigarette smoke. At all. It gives me a killer headache, makes my heart rate go up, and makes me feel dizzy and sick. It’s awful. The smell in the casinos was too overbearing for me, so I spent very little time inside. Do you know anyone who’s won the lottery? No. If you could work at any retail store, which one would it be? I really don’t want to work retail. And that’s not shade toward retail workers AT ALL. I salute you, honestly. You deal with a lot of shit. What’s the shortest you would ever cut your hair? I had a “bob” for a few years. Do you listen to any deathcore? No. Do you subscribe to any teen magazines? Which ones? No. I’m also 30 years old. Do you know someone who never smiles? Never? No. Has anyone ever made you feel uncomfortable at work? I’ve never had a job. Do you still watch South Park? I never did. I mean, I’ve seen bits here and there before because my brother used to watch it, but I was never into it myself. Tell me one movie you’ve seen recently that sucked: My mom, brother, and I recently watched this movie on Netflix called, The Platform. It had potential and was interesting at first, but the ending was just... no. It seemed abrupt and I was just really confused. Have you ever carved something into a dinner booth somewhere? No. When’s the last time you were carded at a bar? When I last went to the bar, which was almost 10 years ago. Do you smoke little cigars? Have you ever tried them? Nooo. You’re babysitting, what do you expect per hour for pay? Pfft, no I’m not babysitting. What’s the last thing you returned at a store? I very rarely return things so I have no idea. It’s been a long time. What’s the name of the last cat you pet? I don’t even recall the last time I petted a cat. Do you still look at clouds and make shapes of them? I haven’t in a long time. If you had to dye your hair for one year, what color would you pick? I already do, I dye it red. Who’s got your heart? Me. What’s your television addiction? I have several shows that I’m into. Have you ever stringed green beans before? No. What do you do to make yourself more relaxed when you’re nervous? It’s hard to calm myself when I’m anxious, but I try to distract by talking to someone, listening to ASMR, watching TV or something on YouTube, or reading.  Do you cook? If so, what’s the last thing you made? The only thing I cook is ramen. Oh wait actually I made a grilled cheese sandwich the other day. ha.  Have you ever had any painful dental work done? If so, what? Yeah, a few things. How do you usually spend your Saturdays? I spend all my days and nights the same, really. Do you make your own jewelry or clothing? Last year I briefly got into making beaded bracelets. I made a few. What’s your favorite thing to do when you’re bored? I do the same things everyday whether I’m bored or not: spend time on my social medias, watch YouTube, read, watch TV, scroll through Tumblr, do surveys, just lie there.... ha. Somedays just feel like they’re dragging and going by extra slow and the things I listed above that I like doing just don’t cut it so I just lie there mindlessly watching TV or go to sleep. Do you use drawing to describe what you’re feeling? No. Do you like the smell of new school supplies? As a kid I did. Like getting a new box of crayons. Do you give everything you do 100%? No. I certainly haven’t with life... Do you shop at any independent music stores? No. I don’t shop at any music stores. How do you feel about mainstream music? I like a lot of it.

What song lyrics describe your mood at the moment? *shrug* Do you have healthy eating habits? No. My eating habits are messed up. I have issues with appetite and other issues.

If you could transform into any kind of animal, what animal would you be? A dog. Are you superstitious? If so, what are you superstitious about? I do the knock on wood thing, but it’s just out of habit, really. If you could travel anywhere in the world where would it be? There’s so many places I’d like to visit. What food disgusts you the most? I don’t do seafood at all. What is your favorite thing to cook? Ramen. One place you would never want to get lost in in the dark? I wouldn’t want to get lost anywhere in the dark. :O Are you claustrophobic? Yes. What is your worst flaw? Oh where to start. One thing that always creeps you out? ALL bugs. What is your biggest fear? Losing loved ones, death, never getting better/getting worse, never doing anything with my life and just wasting away... If you could be reincarnated, would you come back as another human or an animal? If an animal, what kind? I don’t believe in reincarnation. Ideal way you’d like to die? Obviously painlessly, but jeez. If you could be roommates with anyone of your choice, who would you pick? I like living with my family. What is the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever heard? Uh, a lot of things. Your favorite kind of dog? I love doggos, but I definitely have a special thing for Labs and German Shepherds. Do you have any scars? If so, how many? I have a lot of scars. I’m not going to count them. What is your favorite scary movie to watch in the dark? I don’t watch them in the dark. Unless I’m at the theater, obviously. I love scary movies, though. Would you rather be buried or cremated when you die? Cremated. What is your favorite thing to drink? Alcoholic and non alcoholic? Coffee and Starbucks Doubleshot energy drinks. That’s also coffee, but you know what I mean. I don’t have a favorite alcoholic drink, I don’t drink. What is your favorite food around the holidays? I love either ham or turkey depending on the holiday and mashed potatoes with gravy, stuffing, and rolls. Easiest way to scare you? I’m such a jumpy, easily scarable (it’s a word, shh) person so you could really just say hi and I’ll jump. haha. Like my back faces my bedroom door and if I don’t hear anyone coming in or they just poke their head in to say something I’ll jump. lmao. Tell me one of your biggest secrets? Nah. What was your last nightmare about? It’s been awhile since I’ve had one, thankfully.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

[vexedtonightmares]

La Fin Des Temps Chapter 15 (Elu Hogwarts AU)

Jeudi 16:12 - “Lucas?”

Samedi 17:27

lucallemant: Fuck, I still have paint everywhere

srodulv: :)))))

lucallemant: ?

srodulv: i can help you with that

lucallemant: You know I can’t turn down such an offer

lucallemant: I can sneak us into the prefect’s bathroom

lucallemant: Manon gave me the password ;)

srodulv: god bless manon

Dimanche 8:44

lucallemant: ELIOTT

lucallemant: DELETE YOUR STORY RIGHT NOW

lucallemant: I DON’T NEED 22K PEOPLE SEEING ME IN MY UNDERWEAR COVERED IN PAINT

srodulv: *26k

lucallemant: FUCK

lucallemant: ELIOTT

srodulv: i posted it yesterday how are you just seeing it?

srodulv: i tagged you

srodulv: you’re famous now too from what i can tell ;)

lucallemant: Your fault

lucallemant: There’s no way 13,226 people find me interesting

srodulv: you’re right, they probably just think you’re hot

srodulv: can’t blame them

srodulv: ooh maybe they think you’re an instagram model

lucallemant: A what now?

srodulv: it’s best you don’t know

lucallemant: Ok…

lucallemant: I’m still mad at you though. Come cuddle me right now and all will be forgiven

srodulv: so demanding

lucallemant: I’m waiting…

srodulv: psssh, i never said i wasn’t on my way

Lundi 14:28

lucallemant: Daphné liked the mural

lucallemant: Not gonna lie I was a bit worried

srodulv: who wouldn’t love it? it’s perfect

lucallemant: I mean, we did fuck against it, so like, there’s that

srodulv: what they don’t know won’t hurt them

lucallemant: Are you kidding? They definitely know. Did you see the look Imane gave me?

srodulv: she always looks at you like that

lucallemant: No, she always looks at me like she wants to murder me, this was more of a 0_0, you know?

srodulv: i’d say that’s an improvement then

lucallemant: No, I prefer when Imane looks like she wants to murder me, that’s how I know she actually likes me more than she wants to admit

lucallemant: Wait, you know Imane don’t you?

srodulv: uh… yes? we share quite a few classes…

lucallemant: No, sorry, I meant knew her before you came here

srodulv: why would you say that?

lucallemant: She told me you were friends with her brother, plus he always comments on your Instagram posts

srodulv: we’re not friends anymore

lucallemant: Oh, sorry, I had no way of knowing… plus he always seems friendly on Insta… I think he followed me actually

srodulv: he doesn’t want to be my friend, don’t trust everything you see on social media

srodulv: don’t talk to imane about him please

lucallemant: I won’t… but I’m here if you ever want to talk about it

lucallemant: When you’re ready

srodulv: thanks

srodulv: i mean it

Mardi 18:30

srodulv: i’m really fucking horny

lucallemant: Uh… ok… hello to you too

srodulv: oh yeah, sorry, hello

srodulv: i’m horny

srodulv: ;)

lucallemant: Very forward today aren’t we?

srodulv: can’t help myself around you

lucallemant: I want to be of assistance but I’ve gotta finish this assignment

srodulv: you can finish it laterrrrrr

lucallemant: Ok, you win

lucallemant: <3

srodulv: room of requirement ?

lucallemant: Duh

lucallemant: I’m bringing Ouba she’s bored

srodulv: i’ll bring brian

lucallemant: Nooooooooo

Mercredi 3:51

srodulv sent a photo

srodulv: do you like it?

srodulv: i’m quite proud if I say so myself

srodulv: little hedgehog

srodulv: we should go back to the forest to find choupi

srodulv: keep him as a pet

srodulv: even better, we find choupi and a raccoon to keep

srodulv: you can keep the raccoon, i’ll keep choupi, that way we always have a little bit of each other

srodulv: i’m sure brian would love choupi

srodulv: not to eat, if that’s what you’re thinking

srodulv: oh, you’re asleep aren’t you?

srodulv: sleep is for the weak

srodulv: just kidding ;)

srodulv: sleep well choupi superior <3

Mercredi 7:26

lucallemant: Dude do you ever sleep

srodulv: i told you, for the weak

lucallemant: Ha ha

lucallemant: Two things- 1. We are not adopting choupi and a raccoon, raccoons aren’t even pets, 2. See you in the great hall for breakfast

srodulv: see you there :)

lucallemant: :)

Jeudi 12:20

srodulv: your potion isn’t doing so hot

lucallemant: Shut up

lucallemant: At least I’m trying and not making Imane do all the work

lucallemant: Harriet looks like she’s going to hex you

srodulv: oh, right, fuck

lucallemant: Lol

srodulv: want to hang out after classes?

lucallemant: Of course <3

lucallemant: Now get to work, you heathen

Lucas was laying with his back against Eliott’s chest, between his legs, while both of them sat backed up against a tree. The position shouldn’t have been comfortable at all, but Lucas didn’t care much as long as he was with Eliott. He’d quickly become fascinated with tracing the veins on Eliott’s hands and forearms as he had wished to do a few weeks before when the two of them were alone in his dormitory. He caught sight of Daphné and the girls walking across the lawn and called out to them.

“Hey Daphy!” She turned around, face going bright red when she noticed who was calling her attention. “Stalker!” he called, feeling Eliott’s chest rise and fall with laughter behind him. The girls changed their course and came to sit down by where Eliott and Lucas were already seated.

Lucas gave Daphné a pointed look which she returned with a widening of her eyes and a small shrug. “What? You guys are couple goals. How can I not capture that? Besides, you let Imane post that picture on Monday!”

“You could ask,” Lucas suggested, but truthfully he didn’t care all that much. Let the whole world see how in love he was with his beautiful boyfriend.

“All right,” Alexia cut in, “Do we all have your express permission to post pictures of the greatest couple in existence from now on, then?”

“Of course,” Eliott said without hesitation, humor in his voice. Lucas tipped his head back and gave Eliott a pouty face, which Eliott returned with a quick peck on his lips. Lucas’ face split into a wide grin, humming to ask for another kiss, forgetting they were in the middle of a conversation with five other people. Eliott obliged, of course, earning a chorus of sighs that ranged from exasperation from Imane to infatuation from Lucas himself. Lucas raised his eyebrows again, but Eliott just laughed and tilted his head forwards, returning Lucas’ attention to the girls.

Manon gave him a small self satisfied smile and Lucas narrowed his eyes at her. Shut up, he told her through his mind, hoping they’d mastered the sibling art of speaking without saying a word. She raised her eyebrows innocently like she had absolutely no idea why he was glaring at her.

Imane’s phone chimed and she looked down at it for a moment before rolling her eyes and lying back on the grass. She poked her head back up once she realized everyone was looking to her for an explanation. “All of your friends are here,” Alexia pointed out, and Imane swatted her with a grin as she sat back up.

“I’ll have you know I have quite a few muggle friends,” she argued, pointedly ignoring their disbelieving stares. “Regardless, that was just my stupid brother.”

Lucas felt Eliott tense slightly behind him, but Lucas continued tracing his veins, not wanting Eliott to think he’d noticed the shift. He knew Eliott needed time to open up now, and he wanted to make sure he was supportive without being overbearing.

“Oh yeah? What did he want?” Emma asked casually, peeling strands of grass from the ground and tying them together mindlessly.

Imane grimaced back at her phone. “He wants to visit this weekend, which would be fine if he wasn’t so annoying about it. He wants to know if there’s going to be a party and if he should invite his friends to come with.”

“Yes to both,” Emma answered without hesitation, turning to Daphné hopefully.

Daphné furrowed her brows. “Why are you looking at me?”

“Because you’re the only one who could throw a Beauxbatons worthy party,” Alexia said matter-of-factly.

Daphné looked a bit pleased, but she still argued. “That’s not true, that’s Eliott’s domain.”

Eliott’s muscles clenched, startled at being called out. Lucas shifted his position a bit to look up at Eliott, monitoring his face. It was far more closed off than usual. “Wrong again, I didn’t party much at Beauxbatons. This is more up your alley. Maybe you could turn it into a unity event,” Eliott suggested, lightness to his voice that sounded natural to everyone except Lucas and, from the looks of it, Imane. Daphné simply smiled at the praise.

“Well all right… but you have to tell Charles to spread the word,” Daphné pleaded, addressing Manon.

Manon laughed. “I’ll see what I can do,” she promised, “Is Sofiane coming?”

Imane’s eyes widened and she turned to Manon in alarm, eyes screaming for Manon to shut up. Alexia perked up. “Sofiane?”

“Is he the one who’s always all over your Instagram?” Emma asked Imane excitedly. Imane didn’t deign to respond, but her silence was answer enough. Alexia and Emma exchanged a glance, small smiles forming.

“Yes, he’s coming,” Imane relented at last. The girls squealed around her as Imane rolled her eyes once more. “If you all don’t shut up I’m hexing you and disinviting you to the party.”

“Can’t do that, it’s my party now,” Daphné said in a sing-song voice. Imane laughed quietly, not bothering to argue further. If Sofiane was who Lucas thought he was, Eliott knew him too. The way Sofiane acted on Eliott’s Instagram made it seem like they were friends as well, but Eliott’s silence was thick in the air around them.

Lucas noticed Imane and Eliott exchange a glance, her face worried, and he began to wonder if she knew something he didn’t. He decided not to bring up the subject now, but he would have to get some answers before the weekend, especially if they were all going to be hanging out.

“Come on girls, let’s leave these two lovebirds alone,” Imane said suddenly, standing up and beckoning the others to follow.

“But we just got here,” Daphné whined. Imane didn’t relent, locking her in with an unamused stare. “Ugh, fine,” Daphné agreed, standing with the others. Imane hung back a moment as the rest of the girls started to walk away, turning to Eliott.

“Idriss said he’s excited to see you,” she said.

Eliott’s voice was cold and mechanical. “I don’t know if I’ll see him. I have something else going on this weekend.”

“You do?” Lucas asked, turning his head up in confusion. Eliott softened slightly when he looked down at Lucas.

“Yes,” he said, “It was supposed to be a surprise, though.”

Lucas’ heart warmed at the thought of Eliott planning a surprise for him. There were definite limits to what they could do while they were at school, but it was nice to know that Eliott cared enough to do something like that for him. Truthfully, he wouldn’t have minded going to whatever party Daphné was going to plan, but a surprise from Eliott topped that any day.

“Lucille’s coming, too,” Imane added hesitantly. Eliott merely nodded.

“Cool,” he said.

Imane narrowed her eyes. “Cool?”

“Yup. I still have plans.”

She sighed. “Ok, let me know if plans change, I’m sure Idriss and Sofiane would want to catch up if you have time.” Waving goodbye to Lucas, she set off back for the castle, hurrying to catch up to where the other girls were laughing together on their way inside.

Lucas turned around fully, leveling Eliott with a stare that he knew his boyfriend couldn’t resist. Eliott positioned them so their legs were wrapped over and under one another, still leaning back against the tree while Lucas leaned back to rest his hands on the ground, not tearing his gaze away from Eliott even for a moment.

Eliott sighed. “Just say what you have to say.”

“You’re planning me a surprise?” Lucas asked, surprising both himself and Eliott. He couldn’t bring himself to ask the questions he really wanted to ask. Eliott’s demeanor changed immediately, relaxing back into himself, vibrant grin returning in full force.

“I am,” he confirmed.

“Can I have a hint?”

Eliott looked at him like he had just asked Eliott to tap dance naked at the top of the Astronomy tower. “Where’s the fun in that?”

“Surprises stress me out,” Lucas whined, not caring that he sounded a bit like Daphné.

Eliott laughed softly at him. “Your hint is that you’ll love it.”

“That’s not even a hint!”

“That’s the most I’ll give you.” Eliott leaned forward and took Lucas’ face into his hands, pressing a gentile kiss to his lips. “I promise you’ll love it.”

“I’d better,” Lucas said stubbornly, Eliott leaning in again to shut him up with another kiss. One thought was floating around in his mind that he couldn’t ignore. He debated the best way to ask without scaring Eliott away. “Lucille isn’t your ex-girlfriend, is she?”

Eliott blinked in surprise at the question before hunching over in laughter. Ok, that was a promising reaction. When Eliott came back to himself he nodded seriously. “Yes.”

Now it was Lucas’ turn to blink in surprise, but Eliott laughed again. “When we were twelve,” he continued, “I think we might have gotten married, but I don’t think it was legally binding.”

Lucas rolled his eyes, anxiety evaporating from his body. “Shut up,” he said lovingly. “You don’t want to see her?”

“We grew apart,” Eliott said with a slight frown.

“The same way you and Idriss did?” Lucas asked before he could stop himself.

Eliott shook his head. “Not quite. Lucille still tries to talk to me from time to time, but she’s less of a friend than a second mom now. I don’t need that.”

“So I don’t have to worry about her trying to steal you away from me?” Lucas asked, pretending he was joking, not wanting Eliott to know the genuine fear the question had stemmed from.

Eliott pulled Lucas’ face to his so their foreheads were touching, gazes locked on one another, unwavering. “No one could ever steal me away from you. I promise. I’m yours for however long you’ll have me.”

“How about forever?” The words were out before he could stop them. Something shifted in Eliott’s gaze, like he wanted to flinch away but couldn’t bring himself to. Lucas didn’t know if he should be worried about it or not. Forever was a lot to ask, after all.

“Forever is fleeting.”

Lucas laughed, not daring to look away. “No it’s not. Forever is forever.”

Eliott seemed to consider this a moment. “In all the universes?”

“Yes.”

Eliott smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. It was almost as if there were thoughts weighing as heavily on his mind as on Lucas’. Lucas didn’t want to interrupt if Eliott wanted to say something, so he tried to convey with his eyes that Eliott could say anything he wanted.

“Lucas…” Eliott began, voice low and rough. He blinked, gaze straying from Lucas’ eyes before finding them again. “I have to tell you something.”

Lucas tried not to react, stomach feeling like it had dropped to his feet. “Ok.”

“I--” Eliott cut himself off, running his teeth across his bottom lip, looking about as nervous as Lucas felt. What did he have to be so afraid of? I’m always afraid, Eliott’s voice told him in his mind, But never with you. But they were together right now, weren’t they? Eliott looked terrified.

“Hey, are you all right?” Lucas asked in a soft voice, not wanting to disturb Eliott’s thoughts, but also wanting to make sure he shouldn’t be afraid. Eliott closed his eyes a moment, breathing in through his nose, out through his mouth. When he opened his eyes he looked like he’d resigned himself to something, though Lucas didn’t know what it could be. When he spoke, his words came completely out of nowhere.

“What are Lucas and Eliott number two thousand twenty-seven doing right now? What have they done since we left them?” Lucas was a bit put off by the abrupt subject change, noting how Eliott never really answered him, but trying not to focus too much on something that probably meant nothing. Eliott would tell him whatever he had been trying to say eventually.

He decided to play along, pretending to consider. “Hmmmmm…”

What were muggle Lucas and Eliott up to? After their own conversation about parallel universes, Lucas had probably been ready to jump into a full relationship with Eliott, but there was still Eliott’s girlfriend to consider, of course. Lucille, he decided, was Eliott’s girlfriend.

Eliott snorted. “Really?”

“Shhh, my story.”

This Lucas was a bit scared, more so than Lucas number one, and, while he wanted to be with Eliott, he wasn’t quite sure how to do that. There had been a bit of miscommunication and, before Lucas knew it, Eliott was back kissing his girlfriend at a party while Lucas watched on, heartbroken.

Eliott pulled his forehead away. “That’s just unrealistic.”

“Maybe not in this universe! In another one I’m sure that I did something equally dickish, don’t worry,” Lucas reassured him, pulling his face back in. Eliott sighed dramatically but allowed Lucas to continue.          

Naturally, Lucas two thousand twenty-seven was a bit-- ok, a lot-- pissed about this, so he retreated back into his shell, ignoring anyone who tried to help or care for him. When Eliott approached him at school one day, he made a snide comment and then ignored him, trying not to cry. By the end of that week, Lucas was so overtired and drained emotionally that he went to see the school doctor, who, after giving him weird and unhelpful advice, told him to find someone he trusted to confide in. Obviously, he went to Yann.

“Ooh, what if the conversation didn’t go the way Lucas expected, and Yann walked away,” Eliott cut in.

Lucas wrinkled his eyebrows. “That’s not-- this isn’t a tv show or something!”

“Oh, so I’m a player who cheats on you and my imaginary girlfriend simultaneously, but Yann walking away is going too far.”

“I didn’t say you were a player. I’m sure you had your reasons… besides, Yann would never leave me high and dry like that,” Lucas rebutted.

Eliott insisted, “No. If I have to be a dick, so does Yann.”

“You’re not a dick! Listen, there’s got to be drama somehow, right?”

“That’s my final offer.”

Lucas rolled his eyes and gave Eliott a quick kiss. “Fine.”

Yann number two thousand twenty-seven walked away when Lucas came out to him, but not for the reason Lucas originally thought. Of course, Lucas didn’t realize that at the time, thinking his friend abandoned him, and he cried and cried about it, finally confiding in Manon and maybe Mika, or something. Maybe they lived together, away from their parents. They gave him the confidence he needed to head back to school with his head held high. Arthur and Basile were unsubtle idiots about it all at first, but Lucas appreciated their efforts. When he saw Yann, Yann explained that he’d left because he felt like he’d been the last to know, realizing he hadn’t been the best friend if Lucas thought he would react poorly. They made up quickly, promising to tell each other when they were going through shit. Later that week, Daphné would rope Lucas into painting a mural for some school project, and he would be too weak to say no to her.

“Some things stay the same in every universe,” he explained as Eliott laughed, “Daphné is not someone to say no to.”

All the while Eliott had been leaving drawings for Lucas, showing him in small ways that he was still there, that he cared, but Lucas was reluctant to believe it. Finally, while Lucas was preparing to paint with the boys, they advised him to reach out, see if Eliott was serious. Eliott asked to talk, and Lucas tried to play it cool, saying what he was doing, wishing Eliott would call but not wanting to ask. To his surprise, Eliott would show up to where he was and the boys would have to leave before Eliott got there so the two of them could be alone. One apology and paint fight later, they would make art of their bodies and the mural, getting closer than they ever had before.

“Glad to know we’re just as classy in this universe,” Eliott grinned as Lucas finished. “What else?”

“Well, that’s it. For now,” Lucas shrugged. Eliott hummed, pressing their lips together without fully kissing.

“I guess I’ll accept it. I expect more this weekend, though. It can be your surprise to me.”

“Deal,” Lucas agreed, turning the brushing of their mouths as the spoke into something more. They broke apart after a moment, remembering where they were, that everyone could see them if they were looking. “We should go to dinner.”

“We should.”

Neither one of them moved, laughing softly with their heads still pressed together. After a long moment, Lucas started shifting his legs, stretching them out before he stood up, holding out a hand for Eliott to grab and lift himself up.

“Lucas?” Eliott asked hesitantly, fingers brushing Lucas’ palm. Lucas raised his eyebrows as a signal that he was listening. When Eliott spoke again Lucas could tell he was speaking French, but he was speaking so quietly that Lucas couldn’t make out the words.

“What?” he asked, looking for clarification.

Eliott took a deep breath before meeting Lucas’ eyes. “Je t’aime.”

The world stopped. In this universe and all the others, Lucas Lallement lost his breath, heart stopping in his chest before beating so hard it nearly burst through his ribcage. Eliott’s face turned reluctant and Lucas realized he must have been sitting there with a shell-shocked expression on his face. So this must have been what he wanted to say before, just hadn’t worked up the nerve. Lucas nearly kicked himself for not realizing, for not saying the words of his heart earlier as well. Je t’aime. I love you. Lucas loved Eliott too, more than he could ever express, but he still had to try. Taking a deep breath of his own, Lucas bared his soul to Eliott once more.  

“Moi aussi.”

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Something Revolutionary ~~ Five x Reader

Prompt: Hello! I’ve never requested anything like this before, but I trust you to truly deliver lol :)) Would it be possible to write something along the lines of the reader giving Five like a small present or something? I feel like he’s never actually gotten presents from anyone before and it just seems like a good, fluffy idea. Thanks, love!!

Request for: anon

A/N: this is hella long but I wanted to focus on detail more. Anyway, this idea thrilled me, so I spent a Hecc ton of time working on it!! Probably spent too much time on this ahhh!! I really resonated with this one for some reason, and I like the ending! I might end up rewriting it because I had a different ending but I didn’t like the direction it was going in so I changed it to this one, but this one also has some stuff I’d change, but it’s too late now since it’s already posted! Also, let me know if y’all wanna be added to my tag list, because I’m happy to add you!

Tag List: @fivescoffee-cup

Requests: open!!

Character Count: 8715

Word Count: 1630

The thin thread tied to your tiny needle was wound through the brown fabric of your project. Back and forth. The consistent pattern was both soothing and anxiety inducing. First off, due to the repetitive nature of seeing by hand, it became natural and swift after a while. However, one wrong stitch, one mistake, the whole project was ruined.

You were new at sewing, as in, you taught yourself how to do it merely a few hours prior. With books, YouTube, and the old sewing kit you found stashed away in a closet, you set yourself to work. Your fingers were covered in band-aids, which you had placed after stabbing yourself accidentally by your sewing needle countless times. You knew, however, that it would all be worth it in the end. This wasn’t some ordinary burst of inspiration or need for a new skill, as you were making something for someone very special.

The desk lamp that was lit on your desk felt like the scorching sun in the desert. The rest of your room was dark and cool, but the lamp illuminated your work. A bead of sweat trickled down your forehead, and you stuck your tongue out with a mixture of concentration and indignation. You were almost done with the main backstitch.

Just one last stitch... and you suddenly let out a cry of pain. You sucked your pointer finger in response because you stabbed it once more with your needle. You knew there was some kind of tool that looked like a miniature basket, a thimble, that was used to prevent your needle from poking you, but you failed to find one in your old sewing kit.

Finally, you folded the sewn fabric the right way, and you saw the project. It was a small cat with black buttons as the eyes and a black tie and a white shirt collar that were both made out of felt. The cat also had felt eyebrows, set to an angry expression, and a frown. It was meant to be the boy you were making it for, who you had a crush on. Five, but as a cat. The stitches were messy and loose in some places, but you filled your project with stuffing anyway. You thought it was adorable, just like Five.

You finally finished the cat, and you glanced at the clock. It was way passed midnight. It felt as though just looking at the time made you feel exhausted. You quickly pulled out the tiny box you got for the gift and placed the sewn cat inside of it. Then, as if immediately falling asleep, you landed in your soft bed.

The next day was uneventful. You planned on giving your gift to Five in the evening, which meant a whole day of anxiety and nerves. You kept the little box with you throughout the day, unsure if Five would spontaneously appear, and you certainly didn’t want to miss the opportunity to give your gift to him.

You were at the sink, washing the dishes. The box for the plush cat was sitting on the counter, as if taunting you, saying you should just throw it away and not give anything to Five. What if Five didn’t like the gift? What if he gets angry at you? All sorts of insecurities started swirling inside your brain.

Suddenly, there was a flash of blue light. “Y/n!! You won’t believe the kind of news I have!!”

You screeched at the top of your lungs, turning around wildly and flinging a soapy plate in the direction of the voice. The person ducked, and the plate shattered against the wall.

“Good God, y/n! It’s just me!”

Clutching your chest, panting rapidly, you said “Five! You could’ve given me a heart attack!”

He stood up straight as you calmed down. “I wanted to tell you, I have to show you something! Come on!”

You looked at him in confusion, studying his face. His blue eyes were soft, but bright. Five’s overall atmosphere seemed excited. He wore his school uniform, which made you smile because you were reminded of the little cat you made him. Maybe this was the right time to give it to him. His brown hair, which was swept over to the side, had gone slightly askew as he teleported and had flatware chucked at him.

You blushed slightly, looking at his handsome complexion. You quickly felt a rush of foreboding crash over you. What was Five going to tell you? Would he confess his undying love for you? Would he say he’s had a crush on you? Part of you hoped this was the case, but the other hoped it was all in your head. You looked back at the small box, and you grabbed it before taking hold of Five’s hand. With a blue flash of light, you instantaneously appeared in his room.

The green walls were covered in equations and numbers and incomprehensible scribbles. Five leapt up onto his springy bed, fixated on his math. He grabbed a piece of chalk off of a nearby shelf and started writing. He seemed to be scratching on the surface rapidly and with urgency.

“So what’s going on?” You held your breath, watching him nervously.

“I was going to tell you that I’m super close to finishing this major mathematical problem to could be revolutionary! It could be able to fix my difficulties with time travel. This could fix any possible problem I have with special jumps. Hopefully I won’t get stuck in the future like before! All I have to do is carry over this last variable and—“

“Could you, just stop talking about math for a second?” You cut Five off. You felt a flurry of anger and sadness. “I-I recognize that this math is important to you and I totally and completely support that, but can’t you take a break for a moment?”

Five turned around, squinting at you. “What’s wrong?” There was an edge of defensiveness in his voice. He pointed back at his wall with the piece of chalk. “This is a discovery that can’t just be set down for any other task, regardless of its relevancy!”

“I get that, but I made you something.” You showed him the small box. “I spent almost all of last night making it. I was going to give it to you this evening, but I decided to give it to you now.”

Five jumped down from his bed and over to you. He looked at the box, then back up at you, a frown etched across his face. He grabbed the box, slightly forceful. He opened the lid and looked inside. Carefully, he pulled out the brown cat with its shirt collar and black tie. The stitches were still messy and loose, the eyes were still buttons, and the eyebrows were still arched into an angry expression. You couldn’t read Five’s reaction.

“I made it, last night,” You repeated. “It’s meant to be you, but as a cat. See, it’s brown. It also has your tie and the collar of your shirt. I would’ve added your full uniform, but I don’t really know much about sewing, so I didn’t know how. I also made it angry, because you get angry easily. You yelled at Klaus the other day because he accidentally smudged some of your chalk,” you smiled slightly. “Anyway, I thought it was a cute idea. Even if you don’t like it, I know it was probably a stupid thing to spend all last night on, but, I don’t know—“

Five swiftly pulled you into a tight hug. He squeezed you so tight that you heard your back pop. His embrace seemed to cause you to melt, and you wrapped your arms around him to return the hug. It seemed to last forever, until the handsome boy finally let you go. He placed his hands on your shoulders, and he was smiling.

“No one has ever made me a gift before,” He stated simply, his eyes watering. “I’m sorry I was so distracted with my math. I didn’t want to make the same mistakes again with time travel. I’ve never really even received a gift before,” he blinked away tears. “Thank you.”

“I...” you didn’t really know what to say, and his reaction was far beyond any you would have expected. “I also wanted to say,” you paused for a long moment, your heart thumping rapidly in your chest.

“What?”

“I know you get easily distracted, and I know you can get angry. But that’s all fine. It really is. I just have to be patient. The truth is,” you studied his wonderful, beautiful face, your cheeks turning pink. “I like you a lot. Like, like like you. I don’t know if that’s not what you feel in return, but either way, that’s okay. I appreciate your company, and it’s all I think about. That’s why I made you that gift. If you’ll just look,” you turned the cat slightly in Five’s hand, showing him a particularly messy stitch that caused the seam to open. You showed him a felt heart you stuffed inside of the plush. “Because I know you have a heart, even if you’re angry. And I have a heart too, and I don’t know, maybe our hearts go together.”

You were both silent for a moment. Your eyes were fixed on the ground. Oh no. Five didn’t like you back. That’s why he wasn’t saying anything. You looked over at him slowly, but you were surprised to see that he was smiling. He was staring at you, his eyes filled with warmth.

“So,” Five began, your heart jumping to your throat, “I think this could be the start of something revolutionary.”

You smiled.

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Fairy tale for Obi-Wan and Siri. Childhood for Tahl and Qui-Gon.

Thanks for the fic prompts!! These were fun to play with. :D

Well, as usual I worked on and let these sit for waaaaay too long and am now throwing the imperfect projects out to the world and running away, promising myself I’ll fix them if I want them on Ao3 later. The first one also got way too long and the second is self-indulgent fluff - I hope you enjoy! XD (and maybe one day I’ll even not be apologetic when I post content lol)

Fairy tale for Obi-Wan and Siri

“Somehow, whenever I’m ona mission with you, we always get separated from our masters,” Siri grumbled,glaring at Obi-Wan as if it was his fault they were stranded in this forest.Qui-Gon and Adi had been called back to the city, and left their Padawans tocontinue looking for their suspect in the outlying village and forest, but theyhad gotten lost.

“This is only the secondtime.” Obi-Wan held back a sigh and pulled his hood farther down against theincessant rain, for what good it did. The fabric, heavy from absorbing so muchwater, clung to his skin.

“Also, you’re an idiot.”

Obi-Wan felt his patienceslipping. “And how was I supposed to know that the native creatures atepebbles?”

“I thought you were thesenior Padawan.”

Obi-Wan was about to shootback a retort when his gaze caught the edge of a roof through the trees. “Isthat—”

“A house,” Siri said withobvious relief. She was also soaked and her hair hung limp in clumps around herface. Pushing it behind her ears, she hurried with Obi-Wan to the cottage andtook shelter under the eaves.

As they were catchingtheir breath and enjoying the respite from the rain, they felt a slight tremorin the Force. They were alert at once, and Obi-Wan kept his hand near hislightsaber.

Near them, the old-fashionedwooden door of the cottage opened and a human woman poked her head out. Herhair was jet black and her wrinkled face and hands indicated her age. She worea maroon dress and some goggles that were tinted and foggy. “Children! Come in,come in, get out of the rain!”

Obi-Wan and Siri exchangeda glance, but as the woman appeared harmless on the surface and they could usethe shelter, they followed her inside.

The woman directed them inthe kitchen and went toward another room. “Put your cloaks by the stove! I’llget you some blankets.”

Peeling off their hoods,Obi-Wan and Siri laid their garments by an old contraption they could only tellwas an oven because the woman had pointed to it and it had a large door.

Soon they were sittingaround a little table with the woman, wrapped in blankets with hot spicy tea.

“So, what brings youchildren all the way out here?” she said.

Obi-Wan noticed Siribristle at being called a child, so he jumped in. “We are Jedi, ma’am, looking forsomeone and got lost, and waiting for our masters to return with transport. I’mObi-Wan Kenobi, and this is Siri Tachi, miss…?”

“Call me Agatha, dear,”she said, her grin making Obi-Wan uneasy. “Jedi, you say? I’ve only heard ofJedi from the old tales. But you’re such wee ones.She squinted up and down at Obi-Wan through her foggy goggles as if sizing himup. He tried not to squirm. “Are you thin? Or properly plump? Give me your arm,my dear boy.”

Obi-Wan’s expressionturned horrified and he started to stretch out his arm, but Siri quickly kickedhim under the table and slipped him her lightsaber. Catching on, Obi-Wan pulledthe lightsaber back into his sleeve and guided the cloth-covered hilt to thewoman’s outstretched hand.

Agatha felt the slenderhandgrip of Siri’s lightsaber, much thinner than Obi-Wan’s own lightsaber, andtutted. “So thin. This will not do at all.”

Unable to withstand therevulsion that filled his stomach, Obi-Wan pulled the lightsaber back, willingthe woman not to react.

“So, Miss Agatha,” Siribroke in, her tone all business, but with uneasiness in her eyes. “Someone inthis sector used to be a nanny for the missing princess. Do you happen to knowwho?”

“Why of course, dear,”Agatha said. “It’s me.”

Obi-Wan and Siri bothstarted. “You?” Obi-Wan said.

“Am I not what you wereexpecting?”

“No, just, I didn’t thinkwe’d find you out here,” Obi-Wan stammered, not liking the stare she was stillgiving him. “We’ve been asked by the king to find an object once belonging tothe princess he thought you might have. A bracelet?”

They had been told it hadtracking information inside, and could help confirm or deny that the princesswas lost years ago while the king tried to determine his heir before sicknesstook him.

“Ah yes,” Agatha said, finallylooking away as she leaned back in her chair. “I do have it.”

“Can you lend it to us sowe can take it to the king?” Siri asked.

“Hm. Perhaps,” she said,disinterested. “It’s in a safe, if I could only remember the combination. Ithink I have it written down somewhere.”

“Will you please find itfor us?” Siri said, her smile clearly fake to anyone who could see properly.

Agatha considered. “I willdo my best, children. But there is so much to do around my home!”

Obi-Wan did his best topull himself together. “Why don’t we do some work around the house while you findthe code?”

Agatha gave anotherunnerving grin. “Splendid!” She pushed herself up with apparent great effort.“Girl, the kitchen needs to be swept and the oven made hotter for cooking. Boy,I need some crates unstacked in the attic. Run along now!” She swept out,leaving the two Padawans alone.

“Okay, we’re switchingjobs, right?” Siri said. “You know me and kitchen work.”

“We don’t want to upsetAgatha,” Obi-Wan reminded her. “She may be our only way to complete thismission.”

“Fine! I’ll do this stupidsweeping and turning up the oven! What sort of native food could she need theoven hotter for,” Siri grumbled as she grabbed the broom leaning against thewall and haphazardly swept back and forth.

Keeping his comments tohimself, Obi-Wan found a narrow staircase leading to the attic. When he openedthe little door, he saw the stacked crates she mentioned. He stepped in and thedoor shut with a soft click. Obi-Wan told himself to not be paranoid, and setto work.

It didn’t take long at allto unstack the crates so they were all accessible, and when he finished,Obi-Wan tried the door. He had been right to worry, as it was indeed lockedfrom the other side.

He had his lightsaber withhim, but he didn’t want to destroy someone’s property just on a suspicion; itcould have been unintentional.

But the sense he got fromSiri below told him otherwise. Obi-Wan quieted his mind and used the Force toheighten his senses, focusing on the voices coming from downstairs.

First the frustrated voiceof Agatha: “I can’t cook if it’s not hot enough, just climb in and test it.”

Then the strangely demurevoice of Siri: “I don’t know how. Can you show me?”

“Idiot girl!” Agatha said,pretenses obviously gone. “I’ll show you how—”

And then sounds of a slam,electronic beeps, and running footsteps before the attic door swung open.

“She was trying to captureus, as you may have guessed,” Siri said, beckoning for Obi-Wan to come downstairs.He followed her back to the kitchen, where there were muffled screams comingfrom the oven.

“Siri…did you…was shetrying to eat us?”

“Did I what?” Siri asked,then scowled as understanding dawned. “No, of course not. It’s not actually anoven.” She pointed out an unfamiliar panel. “It’s a carbon freezing chamber.Our friend is a little higher-tech than we thought. Agatha is safe, and alsolocked up. Giving us time to search for the bracelet and find out what she wasup to.”

Before long, they hadfound not only the bracelet they had been asked to locate, but other items thatthey guessed may have belonged to the royal child. Their suspicions wereconfirmed when they found a logbook detailing attempts at carbon freezing,noting that humans must be of a certain weight or, like a child it had beenattempted on, they would not survive the process. Obi-Wan and Siri looked ateach other.

“Even if we didn’t havethe bracelet to prove it, we have enough evidence that the princess waskidnapped by her nanny,” Obi-Wan said.

“I hate to think what thiswoman might have done to her,” Siri said just before her comlink signaled.“Hello Master, we found the bracelet and the culprit. We’ll need the royalguard to come take custody of the prisoner.

“The prisoner?” Adi’s dry voice came over the comlink.

“We have this missionbasically wrapped up, Master,” Obi-Wan said.

Siri grinned at him.“Yeah, turned out we could handle this one ourselves.”

“Wouldn’t mind transportthough, if perhaps Master Qui-Gon has finally worked it out?” Obi-Wan added,feeling the horror start to drift away.

“I can hear you, Padawan,” Qui-Gon broke in. “We’ll contact the palace and come find you. Siri, keep your comlinkactivated so we can track it.”

Obi-Wan tried to catch Siri’seye as she put her comlink back on her belt. “Thank you. You did some quickthinking.”

He meant it and knew sheunderstood, even as she brushed it off. “Just glad this mission is going tohave another happy ending.”

Childhood for Tahl and Qui-Gon

“Are you going to ask fora transfer?”

Qui-Gon started. “A what?”

Tahl tossed her studymaterials on his sleep couch and plopped on the floor where they usually spreadout their books after class. She waited for him to sit too, which he didreluctantly.

“You might be able to foolMaster Yoda, and most other people, but I know you best,” Tahl said. “You’reafraid of Dooku, and don’t think you’ll be a good match.”

“That’s not true, I’m notafraid,” Qui-Gon protested, feeling warm with embarrassment. Of course hecouldn’t hide what he’d been thinking all day from his best friend. “MasterDooku is one of the greatest swordsmen in the Order, and it’s an honor to knowI will be his Padawan when I turn thirteen.”

“But you don’t thinkyou’ll be a good fit,” Tahl pressed, her voice becoming gentle.

Qui-Gon paused, thinking.“I don’t know him very well. We seem to think differently about things, andhe’s sort of aloof. But I have much to learn, don’t I? I’ll probably be abetter Jedi if I learn from someone unlike me.”

Tahl considered this.“That makes sense. But you’re too nice for him, and ever since he chose you,you’ve been even quieter than usual. And I don’t think you’ve gotten intotrouble once, which really worriesme.”

Shrugging, Qui-Gon laugheda little despite himself. “I just want to be a good Padawan, and a good JediKnight someday.

“I know. And you will be,”Tahl said with her radiant smile. “But think about it, okay? There’s no shamein admitting you wouldn’t be a good fit.”

Qui-Gon sighed. “I’llmeditate on it.”

“That’s the tone that says‘I’m going to continue being stubborn about this thing, I’m just trying to getTahl to shut up.’”

Leave it to her to cheerhim up even after a day of worry. She was right though—he wasn’t going toconsider asking for a different master.

“So how is your class projectgoing?” Qui-Gon asked.

Tahl made a face. “It’sthe worst and I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I’m sure Master Difusalwould help you if you asked.”

“I can figure it out on myown.”

“Now who’s beingstubborn,” Qui-Gon said quietly, and looked up at Tahl with a half-smile.

Tahl sighed dramatically.“I hate it when you use my words against me. But I hate asking for help evenmore.”

“That’s not a sign ofweakness either,” Qui-Gon insisted. “Let me help you at least.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“But aren’t friendssupposed to help each other?”

Tahl was silent, and for afew moments they just sat together on the floor by Qui-Gon’s sleep couch.

“I’ll think about it,” shesaid finally.

“And you’re not justsaying that?” Qui-Gon asked softly.

Tahl locked eyes with him,and he could see her sincerity and depth of her care for their friendshipbeneath all the bickering. “…Okay. I’ll think about it for real.”

Qui-Gon smiled.

“If only because I knowyou won’t stop pestering me,” Tahl added.

“…You do know me well.”

#arda writes

[librationpoint]

Kinktober ‘19 - 22 Cuckolding

Day 22 - Cuckolding 1021 word, Brad/Nate + Nate/Ray In which Brad gets worked up about some dick pics, and not just because the existence of such things is an affront to his new iPhone.

When the first text arrived from an unknown number, Brad almost deleted and blocked out of habit. He'd had an iPhone about two months and was already tired of kids these days and their ability to instantly send photos of their dicks to anyone in the world. Firing off a pic of your average-sized cock and balls sticking out from a dense, dark bush to the wrong number was an affront to every technological innovation that had lead to sleek pocket-sized computers. 

There was something about the slight curve to the right that made Brad hesitate a few seconds. That was long enough for the next shot to come through, the same cock wrapped up in a rubber. The third was it placed up against someone's ass, the head just starting to poke inside. That drew closer attention, and the final photo was enough to momentarily make him see red. It was a slightly wider shot of the same ass, spent condom sitting at the top of the crack, with familiar freckles on the cheeks and hanging down below a set of cock and balls that he was intimately familiar with.

Brad went for a long run, and when he came back he texted a reply: "Hope you have a will. You'll need it soon."

It was really stupid, both emotionally and in the sense that sending proof of his intent made unnoticed murder more difficult. The response of "lol good luck with that ;)" was quite possibly the most infuriating thing ever put to text and fully justified his initial reaction. 

Because Brad was a masochist, he still didn't block the number. 

It became something of a theme over the next few months. The locations and positions changed, and even who was fucking whom, but at least once a week he'd find cock and ass shots on his phone, graduating eventually to a shot of that pale, skinny ass with a tiny smiley face drawn in sharpie next to a cum-leaking hole. There was never anything remotely identifying of either subject, unless you'd spent time up close. They were always carefully shot to avoid anything above the waist. For his part, Brad sent increasingly elaborate descriptions of what he'd do to the increasingly less mysterious sender. The final straw was when he came back from two weeks freezing on a Scottish moor to find link to Megaupload, where he was able to download a five-minute silent sex video with an up-close view from below.

At that point, Brad booked a trans-Atlantic flight after receiving a couple weeks of leave. Boston in late spring was depressingly cheerful, even late at night when his plane touched down, and especially compared to the clouded environs he'd been trapped in. It only served to make him grouchier as he endured a cab ride out into the broke grad student section of town. When he was dropped off in front of a cute little rental townhouse, he walked up to the door and used the key he should have returned a year earlier to let himself in. Only once he was standing in the foyer and listening to the sound of a TV and quiet conversation coming from down the entry hall did he hesitate and wonder what the fuck he was going to do next.

"I can hear you out there, you know," Nate called. "You're not the only one with recon training."

Brad sighed. He made his way down the hall to the living room. What he found was pretty much what he'd expected, if less X-rated. Nate wasn't alone. Ray was sitting next to him on the couch, and the two of them were dressed in identical tan shirts and exercise shorts. 

"Surprise?" Ray said after a few seconds. 

"Did you really think I'd forget your what diseased cock and ass look like?" Brad bit out.

"You're right, they are pretty impressive."

"You did say that maybe we should see other people while you were in the UK," Nate pointed out, far too reasonable and calm for the situation. Never mind that Brad had said so, and then failed to do it. 

"I meant a busty post-doc, or a twink hot for the TA, not, not," Brad waved at the elephant in the room. "Him!"

"We happened to meet up when he was out here for an interview," Nate said. "It turns out we've got a lot in common."

"Yeah," Ray agreed, "very similar life experiences, and a mutual love of fucking with you."

"You can do better," Brad told Nate, even if part of him had to admit it'd be hard to do. He looked around the room. Guitar in the corner, bookcase full of history and mysteries, tasteful abstract art on the wall, wadded-up shirt crammed under the edge of the sofa instead of put in a laundry basket where it fucking belonged - this did not appear to be a fuckbuddy situation. 

"I could," Nate agreed cheerfully, "but as I recall, better flew away."

"Can I just ask one thing?" Brad said. "Why not say anything? Why the goddamn photos?"

"We thought about telling you," Ray said, "but it felt like it'd be a super awkward call and your death threats were too funny to pass up.”

“Also,” Nate added, “we were a bit drunk the first time he sent those.”

“No hard feelings?"

"It's a good thing I have a lot of practice not murdering you," Brad muttered in Ray’s general direction. More loudly, he added, "What even made you think fucking my... him was a good idea?"

"Listen, screwing a Marine's significant other behind his back is practically a sport in some places. You can't blame me for joining in, especially after you declared he was free for the taking."

"Do you have somewhere to stay?" Nate asked. 

"Not yet," Brad admitted. He hadn't really thought that far ahead.

"You can take the guest bed."

"Or," Ray said, "you can come watch me fuck him live and in person. If your head doesn't explode, I'll suck your cock after."

Nate nodded. "Or that. If you're not too tired after your flight, that is."

Brad knew the fuckers were teasing him, and yet. "I'm a marine, sir. I'm never too tired for sex."

#kinktober