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This night | VW 2023 (d-three)

a/n: day three of the valentine's week, I hoped you had a great valentine's Day, I spend my day at school and I spend my night in front of the Champions Leagues, it's a another story. I'll see you tomorrow for the [W.M] fic, I'm excited.

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Kara Danvers/Supergirl x Female!Reader

Summary: you planned to spent a beatiful night with your girlfriend but when she came late because of her super stuff you met someone who seem important to her

Type: fluff

Warning: nothing

word count: 1505

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You were running late; you spent the last night watching movies with your girlfriend, Kara Danvers. Yeah, Supergirl. Usually she would wake you up before going to work, but she had an emergency, and she headed to Catco just after. You succeeded in coming on time, but that didn't really matter for your boss; you just came to your desk, and Cat Grant needed you to interview a witness to a robbery. You almost saw your girlfriend before you went out. The rest of the day was not better, but you knew you would have the whole week to complain. Tonight you had to prepare for Valentine's Day with the vigilante.

"Okay, Y/n, you have to do something for tonight; you can do that," you whispered to yourself. You opened the door of Kara's apartment; you've been dating for 2 years now, and 6 months ago, you decided it could be great to live together. You started to search for some ingredients, but there was nothing, so now you had to go to the grocery store.

After a half hour, you were back in the apartment. You started to cook when you heard someone lending at the window. "Hey, Kara, I hope you had a good day," you said without turning around, but when the person didn't respond, you started to worry and suddenly turned around to meet a woman with black hair and a single white lock. "Who are you?" You asked, and you grabbed a knife.

"I don't know for you, but I'm sure it will not hurt me," she said, pointing the knife.

"You didn't reply. Who are you?" You repeated, "I know Supergirl." You added it like a threat, and she chuckled.

"I hope you know her; I need to speak with her, and when I came, I found a stranger in her house," you gasped.

"I'm not a stranger; I'm her girlfriend. You, you're a stranger." She took a few steps toward you.

"I'm not a stranger; I'm her aunt." She imitated you.

"What?" You frowned, your eyebrows raised. "What do you mean by her aunt?"

"And what do you mean by her girlfriend?" she replied

"What do you mean by what I mean?" This conversation was one of the weirdest you've had with someone. "I'm her girlfriend, you know; I sleep with her; we cuddle; and we do some couples things in bed." You both started to blush at your last word.

"Okay, I was not expecting to hear about my niece's sex life when I came here," she said, and you both laughed; it was very strange. "And I'm her aunt, you know, I'm her mother's sister," she said.

"Can you stop imitating me, please? It's weird," you replied, and she smirked. You put the knife on the table and took a deep breath. "Okay, so you are her aunt, but Alex didn't tell me that Eliza has a sister."

"Who is Eliza?" The older woman asked, and you were more confused.

"What do you mean, who is Eliza?" You could tell by the look on her face that she was not lying. "Kara's mom. I mean, when she lent here," and the black-haired woman seemed to start to understand

"Oooh, I see now. But no, I'm not the sister of this Eliza," she replied, and it took you some seconds to understand what she said and what that meant.

"Wait, you are her Kryptonian mother's sister?" You asked, and she nodded. "Oh God, I'm so sorry." You reached out a hand. "I'm Y/n by the way."

She shook your hand. "Nice to meet you, Y/n by the way, I'm Astra." you laughed.

"No, my name is Y/N Y/L/N, not by the way," and she laughed with you.

"I'm sorry, I'm new here, and I don't know all of your customs." Your eyes were now wide open.

"Wait, you just came here and I treated you with a knife; I should be the one who apologizes." Your hands started to shake nervously. "I should have a talk with Kara after that; she didn't tell me you were going to come. I just came from the grocery store, and I didn't finish cooking."

"Oh no, don't worry, darling, it's alright; I wanted to make a surprise," she assured you, and you sat on the couch in the living room. You quickly opened the door, grabbed something to drink, and brought some snacks. You put them on the cafe table and sat next to her. "Thanks, sweetheart, but you don't have to."

"Oh, come on, I can't let the aunt of my girlfriend like that."

"But you were cooking something when I came; I don't want to bother you."

You looked at the oven and the timer you put on your phone. "Don't worry, we have some time. And I have some questions about Kara and her childhood."

You spent the next thirty minutes talking, and she helped you with the cooking, and she looked at the clock "I'm sorry, Y/N/N, but I think it's time for me to leave."

"Oh noo, you can't stay a little longer? Plus, Kara hasn't come yet; you can't leave without seeing her, right?" You started to like her; she was an amazing woman, she was so kind, and you loved to share some stories about your girlfriend.

"I'm sorry, but don't worry, I'll see her the next time." You nodded and hugged her.

"Be safe," you said.

"Thank you; you too," she replied, and she flew away. She just left, and the front door opened. You smiled when you saw Kara.

"Hey babe, I missed you." You ran to hug her, and she wrapped her arms around your waist and kissed you. "Why are you late?" You asked when you pulled away.

"Mrs. Grant needed me, and after that, there were some problems with aliens, but I brought you flowers." She handed you a bouquet.

"Oh, they're beautiful; thank you, Kara." You showered her face with a lot of kisses, and you mumbled, 'I love you' and 'you're the best'. You dragged her on the couch and started to purr wine in glasses. The Kryptonian looked at the table and found a glass and snacks.

"Did you have guests?" she asked, and you looked at her to find your girlfriend with a glass in her hand.

"Oh yeah, it was Astra, your aunt," you replied, focusing on the food. You missed the confusion in her face.

"What?" was all she could manage to say.

"Yeah, she left just before you came; she is very kind; I like her; we should invite her to have dinner the next time, no?"

"You were here alone with my aunt? And you didn't tell me?" You looked at her, and her anger almost scared you.

"Sorry, babe, she told me how much you love her, but I was sure you were busy with your super stuff. But don't worry, I'll call you the next time she comes, I promise."

Kara rushed to you and examined you. "Did she hurt you?" she asked, and you frowned your eyebrows.

"No! Why would she hurt me?" You caressed her cheek. "Kara, are you okay?" she hesistated

"Euh, yeah, don't worry," she smiled.

"Okay, because I start to think I did something wrong," you said shyly.

"No, of course not, honey; you never do something wrong It's just, I was... surprised; the last time I saw her, it was on Krypton, so." You nodded. "But don't worry, I'm sure I'll see her soon."

"Yeah, me too," you replied. "She seems busy, but she really wanted to see you."

"What did you talk about it with her?" she asked carefully.

"Oh, we talked about you, but not in bad terms; don't worry." A smile appeared on Kara's face. "She was so kind; she told me about your childhood. I told her about our first meeting, and she was like, 'oh I know you can't hurt physically, but if you broke her heart, I'll find you' She was scary, but it's normal for everybody to be overprotective for your little beautiful head." You kissed her forehead, and she felt butterflies in her stomach.

This night, the new National City's vigilante didn't know why she felt proud to know you talked with her aunt; maybe she was glad that she liked you, and she found out why her niece loved you too.

This night Kara didn't see her aunt, who was watching you across your window and smiled at the sight of her niece happy.

This night, even with her super hearing, your girlfriend didn't hear Astra say, "I'm happy for you, and I wish she could stay with you to maintain your smile," and this night the blond didn't sense her aunt fleeing away, wishing her happiness.

But this night, you became more close to Kara. This night you received another approval from her family; this night you were sure you wanted to spend the rest of your life with Kara (Danvers) Zor-El.

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cryptiql · 3 years

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smoke signals

pairing: dabi/m!reader

warnings: smoking, mentions of anxiety and abuse, but otherwise okay. please do not read forward if any of the listed warnings might trigger you in any way, and stay safe <3

words: 6.5k

a/n: this is my first ever mha fic and the fact that i decided to do dabi first shows i have some massive balls but i'm giving it a try! if he seems ooc at all or i get some facts wrong, please lmk and i'll fix them. (heavily inspired by smoke signals by phoebe bridgers—would recommend listening to it or any of her other songs while reading)

dabi found the meaning of life in a simple strum of chords; a melody twisted by melancholy tunes that resonated deep within the gates of his mind. they haunt him—either by breaking his conscious from a much needed rest to bring him tossing and turning in the damp air of the loft, or making sure that he stayed wide awake during the late hours of the night and well into the creeping day. the lyrics are so surreal that he has to sit down and contemplate their meaning like an english teacher would to the color red, but they're painted saccharine and drip with honey flowing from the mouth that sings them and he hates it. he hates that he's wasted moments better spent wrecking havoc just to understand that stupid little ditty that clings to his heart like a leech. but this song did not come from his own craft—no.

dabi had known the putrid stench of sweat and vermillion blood when the flames licked at his skin, breaching the coarse flesh of his palms to rain hellfire upon all those who dared oppress him. he could weave lies with knots that would take years to unravel, and set whole cities ablaze with a mere finger. clawing oneself from a well built to drown them in their trauma does tend to leave scars on ones hands, and dabi's body was practically a canvas for mutilation, so he could consider himself an expert on the matter. he could attempt to make such a song by strapping in with his many hours of free time and diligent persona, but his hands were not made for music; neither delicate, sonorous tunes or dark, grating strains. they were made for war.

so if anyone had asks, "no" is his answer. "i don't play." and yes, it is while he's drumming a rhythmic beat that he claims this to be true, but the last thing he thinks about is donning a set of drums during his free time. he's far too distracted by the image of your taper fingers curled around the neck of your guitar to consider anything else.

the gentle but keen plucking of chords startles him from yet another ridiculously long-winded spiel by shigaraki, and dabi swallows a strangled groan behind his grinding teeth. it's in his head, now, and so far the only thing that has succeeded in reaping it from his memory—if only for a few minutes—is the blood stained battlefield that he's found himself fighting on far too many times this month alone.

what's he complaining about, though? it's not as though he minds getting down in the dirt. in fact, he's ecstatic to dig his claws into any gruesome ordeal so long as it benefits him in some way, so why is he so invested in this little to and fro game of twenty questions with the likes of you; someone as significant in the world as a paperclip without paper to hold? why come back, despite there being nothing in it for him besides a series of migraines?

not from you, a voice answers from inside. you're an absolute pleasure.

dabi nearly snarls at the confirmation that his own mind is turning against him, and as he does this, a plume of smoke erupts from his lips, billowing and curving to create intricate patters before dissipating into the atmosphere. a second time. a third. a fourth drag from the cigarette has completely obscured his face from anyone's view, and he relishes in the instant of privacy it gives him. however, it has also blocked him from seeing everyone else in the room, and while he normally would have considered that a blessing, it appears tomura has had enough of it.

you get headaches because you smoke too much, comes a second voice; yours, scolding in a way he'd only expect from a worried mother. dabi only has a split second to register it before shigaraki's head pokes through the fumes, red eyes alight with rage and lips pulled back into a snarl.

"would you quit doing that inside? it's fogging up my brain and i can't think straight." he grates.

"strange—i assumed there wasn't a brain in there to fog up in the first place." tomura's nostrils flare and dabi's pride spikes.

"besides, you came in here and looked directly at me as i was smoking—why didn't you ask me to stop then?"

"i was telling you with my eyes, idiot. you should know when it's time to either take it outside or put the damn thing out. there are ashtrays for a reason, and not everyone here wants to inhale that shit." he interrupts their intense staring contest only to wave his hand to clear the smog. now he can see the rest of the league clearly (oh joy, he thinks) and gives an indignant grunt when spotting toga at the bar table, covering her mouth and nose as a pitiful aim to block her lungs from the smoke. twice, who had unfortunately used up the last pack of his own cigarettes that morning, leans forward to take a whiff, exhaling soon after with satisfaction.

kurogiri stands at his usual spot behind the bar, seemingly unaffected as he idly scrubs away at grime infested glasses, while sako lounges at the opposite end of the room. his mask is on, leaving dabi to wonder if it's been like that all day, or if he just recently put it on to better fend off the fumes. he doesn't really care, whatever the case.

after a beat of silence, dabi wets his lips to respond, a lopsided smirk growing on his features.

"oh, i'm sorry your frail body hasn't adapted to a bit of vapor in the air. and with that flakey skin of yours, it's no wonder you're extra sensitive—"

shigaraki's hands come flying through the next waft to slam against the tabletop where dabi's feet lie, causing it to wobble and creak in protest. the ravenette doesn't even flinch as the harsh, raspy words are spat in his face.

"if you're not going to pay attention, then leave. actually, i'd prefer you do that either way."

and dabi would have happily disregarded his request if not for the faint ringing in his ears, rising higher and higher before receding back into his skull like the tide. a scowl morphs its way onto his once vacant expression as he puts pressure on his temple, rubbing softly where his eyebrows knit together. just for today, he'll indulge his so-called boss's whims. the piercing screech that emits from below when he pushes his chair back does nothing to help with the ever-growing headache, but it hardly matters now that he's headed out the exit. he's able to catch the last fragments of shigaraki's raving before the door closes, leaving him to stand amid the tumult of the city in all of its glory.

the alleyway is dark with looming shadows, but people are still milling about, so dabi considers himself lucky for already being dressed in his disguise. he flips his hood up, pulls the surgical mask over his nose and quickly slides on his sunglasses for good measure before slipping out into the traffic, sometimes going with the flow and then weaving past those moving too slow for his liking.

right now, his patience is a mere thread; hair thin and on the edge of snapping whenever someone bumps his shoulder. their negligence is infuriating, and he's tempted to roast them into a charred, mangled mess then and there—the consequences of blowing his cover be damned—but by some miracle, he manages to refrain from doing so. it takes about five minutes for his temper to shorten to the length of a matchstick, and he knows that one more shove will be what strikes it. dabi pauses for a moment to crane his neck, allowing the sea of people to flow around him like a stream to a rock as he searches for an alternative route. it appears as though he'll have to take his chances with the crowd until he hears the repetitive ringing of a bell and a man's voice calling for passengers to board. public transport was risky, what with him being a menace to society, but he can't possibly be the single most shady dressing person on the train, right?

he wouldn't bother answering his own question when daylight was burning, so dabi pushes himself from the swarm and leaps for the streetcar just as it begins pulling away from the stop. there's a shuddering jolt before the passengers settle in for their departure, and as his palms squeeze the metal railing in response, he notices the peeling red paint clinging to the car's exterior and finds himself staring at it for a ludicrous amount of time, not thinking about anything in particular.

the rickety trolley is semi-packed with civilians, none of whom regard his presence with anything more than a noncommittal glance. good—that makes his job ten times easier. to his chagrin, it runs over more than a few opposing train tracks or crudely paved bumps in the road, and this causes the whole cart to jostle before stilling completely, the process repeating itself over and over.

the knowledge that his trip to the outskirts of town is a short one is the only thing that calms his nerves.

when dabi finally arrives at his destination, the sun is gradually descending from its peak in the sky, and the clouds are more like wispy tufts than the luscious, cotton candy lumps they were just hours earlier. overhead, the baby blue hues turn to shades of opal; a forewarning of rain. the feelings of irritation and malice from earlier are still bound to him like chains that threaten to snap him in half when drawn too tight. the crippling weight causes his feet to drag along the gravel path at a sluggish pace, his own hot breaths fanning against his face from behind the mask. if anyone actually lived out here and they were to see him, their first impression would be that a living corpse had just waltzed onto their property. it was just his luck, then, that you were the only person out here, and by extent, the only one not deterred by his appearance.

even so, dabi's mind kicks into gear. was this a good idea? he doesn't even know why he came here—he just needed a place to blow off steam and his body had already made the choice on its own. this isn't any different from all the other times, though, and he can't ignore the fact when it sits in the pit of his stomach like an anchor. you're always the first person he goes to at times like these (dabi subconsciously rules out the man working at the local 7/11 who sells his liquor cheap, though he's still appreciative of the bottle to numb his thoughts). that tells him more than he wants to know.

your house is quaint, like those old country cottages he sometimes sees pictures of, and squats on a large, grassy mound of earth surrounded by heaps of rocks and sand from the neighboring beach. it merges with a towering lighthouse, and dabi notes that there must not be any sailors due to make port yet, otherwise the light would be on. the second thing he takes in are the flowerbeds sitting under your two front windows, and how they look withered and close to death.

"i wanted to add some color, but i can't keep plants alive for shit." you had said, huffing in amusement to yourself as you tended to the weeping alliums. "succulents are the only exception."

a small pot of them sits on the windowsill, but they seem to have gotten to big for it; the rubbery leaves spilling over the cracked rim. he hardly registers how much of a stalker he must look like until he stands on your welcome mat, peering through the dirty glass panes to find you nowhere in sight. the lights aren't on, so he can only see the outlines of furniture when bands of light stream in to reveal them.

sitting back on the balls of his feet, dabi curses under his breath. it's not like he was expecting anything. how was he supposed to know whether or not you were home when you had no way of telling him?

"jesus, patch!" a shout startles him from his brooding, but he doesn't let it show as he looks towards to ocean. you're hauling yourself over a large rock to wave him over, wearing a familiar grin. so that's why he couldn't see you. dabi makes careful work of leaping over jagged stones and threatening to bake any nosy seagulls as he makes his way to where you sit, with your favored instrument slung over your shoulder. the ghost of a smile graces his lips when he recalls how you would have scolded him for being mean to the birds, but that was before last week.

"pesky fucking bastards—they keep shitting on my music sheets!" another seagull waddles into your vicinity, only to squawk in distress as you shoo it away with your foot. "i wonder if this is natures way of telling me to quit while i'm behind. . ."

after breaching the treacherous terrain and nearly scraping himself in the process, dabi squats on the stone beside yours, looking up at you with hooded eyes. you meet his gaze with nothing short of merriment and a shake of your head.

"if someone had seen you, you would have been arrested on the spot for being a peeping tom." you chuckle, combing a hand through your hair with a smirk. "what? you lookin' you catch me in the nude or something?"

dabi scowls, choosing to ignore the question rather than give into the bait. as if i would be satisfied by looking at anyone but you in that state. he swats the air as if it would drive the notion from his mind like a bothersome fly.

"in the middle of fuck-ass nowhere? i'd never get caught."

"aw, don't be like that. if you really wanted a peek you could've just asked." the mocking tone in your voice spurs him to smack your thigh, which earns a hearty laugh in reply.

"ooh, don't treat me so roughly, or i might begin to like it!"

dabi has had more than enough experience with your flirtatious tendencies, and he feels he should have gotten used to it by now, but his heart still clenches every damn time. the worse part? he can't say that he minds. you don't give him a chance to respond, but dabi hasn't a clue what he would have said, so he lets you continue, watching intently as you rifle through your bag to fish out a guitar pick. shifting into a crisscross position, you perch the guitar on your lap and begin tuning the strings, idly talking about how uneventful the past days have been. dabi pretends not to have heard that it was because he wasn't there to visit, and instead gives his attention to the lighthouse in hopes that you won't see the faintest of reds dusting his ears.

five minutes pass before you actually start playing, and even then, it's only a few experimental notes here and there that help you build towards the perfected melody.

it's too sweet for his taste; dabi swears that's why his stomach turns so ferociously and prompts him to lean against the boulder to his right for some sort of stability. he won't even humor the idea that it's because of the way your lips twitch into a near half-smile before melding back into a concentrated frown the moment you strike a wrong cord. an embarrassed flush captures your cheeks as you study the music sheets, briefly pressing down on them when a sudden breeze flutters the pages. the pencil that was once tucked behind your ear now sticks out from one corner of your mouth, a flash of pink and orange melding together when you go to absentmindedly gnaw on the wood.

many more minutes fly by, and you've long since abandoned the new tune just to pick up an old one. dabi's back straightens at the first set of strings you pluck, and he recognizes them as the same ones that have been playing on repeat in his head since the day you met.

dabi's heart hammers in tune with every footfall that slaps against the pavement, tearing through the small pools of water that grow with every second. it hasn't stopped raining since the chase began, and there isn't an inch of him that hasn't been soaked through. still, something good must come from this little dilemma—the burning sensation that clings to his arms has almost settled down. the silhouettes of trees merge with inky blackness when he blinks, and he reaches with trembling hands to wipe the droplets of water clinging to his eyelashes.

a yellow square of what assumes to be light shines in the distance, contrasting wildly adverse to the darkness that sweeps him up from under his feet and pushes him forward. the sound of police sirens has been reduced to a mere memory in the time that was running, but he isn't about to risk going back to the league's base in fear of a stakeout waiting to get the jump on them. besides, why stop there when the possibility of shelter awaits him?

the bottoms of dabi's shoes are slick with mud, and blades of grass have snuck their way under the cuffs of his jeans to scratch at his skin. the sensations paired with the numbing cold are beyond uncomfortable, but he won't have to worry about that once he gets inside—that being if the person inside doesn't put up a fight.

he'd expect them to be mad if they did anything except that, no matter how welcoming the house looked. dabi's instincts tell him that someone out this far from the city doesn't a have a lot of connections, and thus killing them wouldn't cause an uprising if it were needed, but the minute he grips the doorknob, a thought occurs. if they have a quirk, its power could level my own or even surpass it. . . he grits his teeth. but like hell i'm going to let them win.

the hesitation vanishes in an instant as dabi turns the knob and thrusts himself inside, wielding a blue flame in his dominant hand to further illuminate the room. the wind is so fierce that it pulls the door shut for him, and the villain finds himself staring down the unperturbed figure of another man, perhaps around his age, hunched over a stove and glaring at a steaming kettle. they lock gazes, and almost immediately, the kettle gives a high pitched whistle. you look away first, lifting the pot and turning the burner off whilst opening the cupboard overhead to pull out two mugs, both of which adorn ugly christmas-themed patterns that dabi wishes he could forget ever seeing.

his glare hardens when you move to the table in the far corner and begin pouring what he assumes to be tea, taking one cup into your own grasp and leaving the other at his own disposal. your one mistake is grabbing your phone from the counter, but when dabi's flame enlarges, you hold your arms up in defense. then, before he can even formulate a proper threat, you toss the phone to him. he catches it easily and observes the dark screen, masking his astonishment with a more sinister expression.

the only other move you make is to drape yourself across a cushion on the window seat with an acoustic guitar in hand. you look more relaxed by the second despite being cornered by a dangerous criminal, and dabi has to refrain from voicing his shock when you address him with an almost bored tone.

"if the tea isn't to your taste, there's more in the cabinet. shower is down the hall to your left, and there's a spare bedroom upstairs to the right. do whatever the hell you want, just don't burn the place down or touch my freddie mercury records."

dabi is stuck to the spot for one of three reasons, he determines. one, your attitude has surprised him into a stupor that not even hiw own will can break. two, his refusal to believe that you're handling this situation in a calm manner is really just his defense mechanism kicking in, and he won't move until proven that you won't do anything when his back is turned. and three, you're quirk is similar to that of madusa's and you've successfully turned him into a fleshy mannequin.

"if you're worried about me calling the cops, what you're holding is the only working phone here. the power is out due to the storm, so my landline is dead, and the nearest form of help is a crippled old widow five miles west. i'm not going to risk running when i'm up against someone with a quirk."

dabi considers everything said, but never once allows his fire to dim. he took the surrounding area into account while making his escape, and he can see the landline is in fact out of service, so the male's assurances checked out. hell, the light source that guided him here was nothing but an old-timey oil lamp. the fact that you're quirkless does him a great amount of good as well.

with cautious steps, dabi makes a beeline for the bathroom, but he stops halfway to stare at you again. you respond by quirking a brow and kicking your feet up, something akin to mischief in your guise.

"i can take the shower with you since you're so afraid i'll make a break for it." you drawl, and dabi snarls, a fowl cuss bubbling in his throat as heat crawls its way up his neck.

"why, with a blush like that you might not need any drying off~."

dabi decides that he's had enough and storms down the hall, already peeling off his dripping clothes and and silently promising that he'll burn the guy to a crisp if he so much as tries to catch a peek. he can hear you calling out in hilarity even as he slinks into the shower and attempts to drown you out with the static-filled haze that captures his senses.

"the name's, y/n, by the way!"

try as he might, dabi had never been able to keep from coming back. now the reason why has been revealed to him on a silver platter, and he won't even spare it a glance.

your soft singing snaps him from his reminiscing as he stretches his legs, stifling a groan when something pops as not to disturb you. while digging through his pockets for a cigarette, he stops momentarily for fear of forgetting how to breathe when he lays his sights on you. you're in your own little world; everything else—him included— seems to have disappeared as you play from the heart. you need no standing ovation, no adoring fans or fantastic lightshows. you've said it once, that fame and glory mean nothing to you, and that you have all you could ever want or need right here, nestled in the beachside view of what you call home.

"and i have you." a cool breeze ruffles your dirt stained overalls as you reach up to wipe a bead of sweat from your forehead. the sun beats down on you, never shining half as bright as your smile, and the shore kisses the boulders with waxing and waning waves of aquamarine; frothy, foamy masses washing up with it to carry lone strands of seaweed. "otherwise i'd go mad without your company."

okay, that was lie. the truth is right there, practically spitting in his face how much of an idiot he is for trying to deny it, and dabi is glaring right back at it. he feels like an impatient kid on christmas eve, sneaking glimpses of gifts under the tree and feeling like he's committed a felony after getting caught. and you do catch him.

"penny for your thoughts, patch?" there it is—that stupid nickname. it's always been laced with mirth when you call him as such, but now it's replaced by genuine curiosity. and is that a hit of concern he hears? you study him with pursed lips and stony features that gradually morphs into that of concern when the silence stretches on. dabi forces himself to sneer at you, and something stirs inside his chest when you don't flinch.

he hates it. he hates you.

dabi nods to the sky, a guarded noise building in the back of his throat as he tugs on his earlobe.

"s'gonna rain." your jaw visibly clenches, but you humor his evasive habits just like you always have, looking to the clouds, which have darkened considerably in the last hour or so. it's around this time that the weather patterns become more unpredictable, but you've noticed the distinct lack of rainfall in spite of the gathering storm brewing overhead. you could sit out here for a while longer without much activity in the sky, and it would take more than a little shower to drive you inside, especially when you finally had the chance to enjoy some quality time with dabi. you notice the way his shoulders droop and the tension from his facial muscles all but disappears when he sits amidst the smell of fresh salt water and unpolluted air—the weight of his past slowly but surely ebbing away. you'd like to hope you have some part in that. oh god, do you ever hope.

you plead to whatever omnipresent being above that he's not just here to hit a blunt without getting reprimanded for it, or that he's making these daily visits out of pity.

"nah. it's been like this for a little while—looks like a storm will hit, but then it passes before it even begins." you sling the guitar back over your shoulder and gather up your music sheets, eyeing dabi from your perch. you're challenging him now, and normally you would never dare force him to speak if he didn't want to, but something about his aura is off. you can sense it in his words; the very air he breathes; and it compels you to hold him close, if only he would let you.

"so, you gonna tell me why you're avoiding the ques—" a deep rumble interrupts you, and dabi lets out a sigh of relief that you're thankfully too distracted to hear. a single drop of water hits your nose, followed by another, and another, and—

"you were saying?"

"oh shut it." you don't get to finish speaking, for a crack of lightning strikes the far end of the beach, scattering sand in every direction. you just barely manage to scoop up your belongings before sliding from the rock, but your footing betrays you and send you stumbling to the ground. dabi is there to catch you, wasting no more time in hauling you to your feet and rushing you as carefully as possible through the jagged maze. he can't refrain from smiling when you splutter a string of profanities pass poorly hidden laughter, an unmistakable "FUCK ME!" spilling into the cold evening when you accidentally stub your toe on a particularly sharp stone. it's pouring within seconds, and no sooner do you reach the doorstep do you both realize how sopping wet you are.

the last thing you think of is your chattering teeth, however, when you see dabi's spiky tufts of hair dripping with residue and his electric blue eyes gazing into yours. what you do think is that for the first time in your painfully ordinary life; your twenty three years of mediocrity and progressive isolation from the world around you; you have found the single person who understands your struggles and has chosen—for some unfathomable reason—not to abandon you. you wish you could say your parents were the same, but you also have scars from a distant childhood that brought you to this place.

this old lighthouse is your home, yes, but dabi is your sanctuary. he might as well be a god by how often you worship him from afar, wondering if ever you'd be so lucky; so eternally blessed; as to call him yours.

you don't register that he's opened the door to let you both inside until a cozy warmth envelopes you. no, wait, that's dabi's fire. it should terrify you that the same man who threatened you with those flames is now at arms length, but you trust him not to hurt you in any way, and so you lean into the gentle licking of heat on your skin, humming in content as your shivering comes to a halt.

dabi's fear of burning you diminishes when you flash him a grateful smile, a whisper of thanks echoing across the walls and pummeling his heart without resistance. he averts his eyes with a curt nod, a feeling like molasses weighing down his tongue and drowning the words he wants to say.

"you're welcome." is all he can muster.

half an hour later, your guitar is drying by the hearth and the two of you are huddled on the window seat, nursing cups of coffee and watching the storm in a comfortable silence. you haven't blinked in a while, meaning you've wandered off the tracks of consciousness as suspected, and pretty soon, you start singing quietly to yourself; the deep crooning used as background noise to your aimless meditation. dabi nudges your calf with his foot and is rewarded with a brief quirk of your lips and a nudge back. he doesn't have the patience nor the brain power to decipher how long this goes on for, but it doesn't matter.

this is fine. the image of red hair and a tall, intimidating figure invades his train of thought, and dabi curls inwards on himself. this is fine.

but it's not.

trembling, he places his mug on the table before retracting back into his seat, clasping his hands together. he tries visualizing the ties of his life coming together to form a rope. the fingers on his left—memories from his past—linking together with those from his right—memories made with you. his palms connect, bringing instant relief with the knowledge that he's here now, practically nestled between your legs, out of harms way. you're both fine.

dabi takes the swelling anxiety and pretends to crush it within his fist; clenching and unclenching it until his peace of mind returns.

"penny for your thoughts, patch?" you ask again, still in somewhat of a trance. this time, dabi answers.

"why do you call me that?"

you're caught of guard, half expecting him to ask why you haven't turned him in to the authorities. you've seen him without his disguise, you know his name, and for the past eight months you've been socializing with him like normal human beings do. that's more than both of you could have said in the past. of all the burning questions, he chose that one? "i've heard 'patchwork' and 'staples' and just about everything in between. why shorten it to patch?"

you gape at him, opening your mouth, then closing it, and so on. the pitter patter of rain against the window has ascended into relentless pelting. it sounds like gunfire to dabi; assaulting his ears in floods; but to you, it's nothing more than a waterfall hindering your view of the ocean. the deep breath you take seems to put more suspense in the atmosphere than needed, and it makes dabi's heartrate quicken for an entirely different reason, yet he makes no sign of stopping you.

"because my first thought whenever i see you is how much you remind me of a doll." oh. what?

you can tell by dabi's reaction that that wasn't what he was expecting, so you gesture for him to wait. he isn't sure he likes the forlorn expression you're wearing.

"typically, when kids first get a doll, they treat it like glass and make sure to tend to it with love. other times, doll owners are reckless and tear them apart just to stitch them back together like nothing happened. you use that camouflaged to blend in with the public, and i'm lucky enough to see what's under it. . .but sometimes i wish you'd keep the mask on so i don't have to see you upset."

upset? a fizzing sound erupts from his palms that he struggles to put out. he's not upset.

"don't try to hide it. you're always scowling when you think i'm not looking, or when you forget i'm even here, and i know it's because someone broke you without the intent of fixing you up."

once more, red clouds dabi's vision, and he moves to stand up.

"you had to clean up after their mistakes because no one else would, but instead of reusing the bits and pieces of your old self, you burned them. you destroyed any and all evidence of who you used to be and now you're patching yourself together with parts that aren't your own, because you don't want to hold onto what happened. though, something tells me you still haven't let go, otherwise you wouldn't be so angry."

"you don't know that!" he snaps, but he knows it's not true.

your hand closes around his wrist, and dabi recoils with such strength that it yanks you from your seat. dabi doesn't want you to let go, no matter how much he thrashes in place, because the sensation of your skin on his grounds him. somehow you know this, and you give a comforting squeeze to his pulse.

"but that's not all i see. because dolls are beautiful, and it's the ones who still love them after they're broken that they need the most. no one's told you they think you're beautiful, have they?"

dabi shakes his head, refusing to meet your gaze even when you cup his cheek with your free hand tilt it towards you. every touch is filled with hesitancy; feather light and more intimate than anything dabi has ever witnessed, let alone experienced personally. with the way you hold him like he's water in your hands, your eyes overflowing with a love he hasn't known in forever, dabi knows he won't find another feeling like it. you're not the embodiment of good—at least not by society's strict standards—but at least you can sit there and say you've committed a crime. you've never bloodied your hands by hurting others, much less gotten a thrill from doing so, and that's why he pulls away. he has to, because dabi is a harbinger of war, and if he holds you any closer it will only be to kill you.

he says something; a snarl mixed with a broken plea that he prays will make you stop; and you do. his silent victory doesn't last for long, though, because then you're using both hands to cradle his face and fuck, the pads of your thumbs grazing his scars feel like heaven. "won't you let me be the first?" how could he say no? how, when the taste of honey and whiskey is so addictive that he's already drooling into the kiss and willing to beg for more; when your mouth slots perfectly with his and dabi begins to wonder if he's stumbled right into the scene of a cliché wattpad story. the idea causes him to huff out a growl, and although neither of you can talk, he can imagine how strongly you must want to poke fun at him for the action. he can feel you smirking—the smug little bastard you are—and dabi ponders how long it will take to reduce that attitude of yours until you're submitting to him.

not yet. he chastises himself, completely unaware that you're currently thinking the same thing. dabi kneads the flesh of your hips through your jeans while you comb your fingers through his hair, gasping sharply between bruising, wet kisses and keening when he leans down to nurse your lips with soft pecks afterword. you're still trying to process the fact that you've coerced this devious criminal into making out with you in the pale glow of your seaside residence, but for the moment, you need not concern yourself with the details. you've forgotten all about dabi's ego and how this whole situation is no doubt feeding its flames. his grip on your waist is making you too delirious to care.

"fuck." dabi's breath is staggering when you finally pull back, an aura of clarity and desire hanging between the two of you.

"y-yeah. . .that was. . ." you can't produce a word, or even a paragraph to describe it. you know you're going to hit yourself later for admitting such a banal phrase in the midst of what could be classified as your very first kiss, but that is neither here nor there, and you would rather suffer an agonizing death than let dabi find out that he stole your first. you're too preoccupied envisioning all the other firsts to come, so you don't notice the way he stares at you like some precious jewel, but his fingertips brushing your bottom lip succeed in snapping you out of it.

"hm?"

dabi goes quiet, contemplating what to say as the thunder moves abroad and the rain comes to an end, leaving the house in a numbing state of tranquility.

"why not call me doll, then? it'd be easier."

you chuckle in response, playing with the hairs at the base of dabi's neck and making sure not to miss the way he melts into the affection. "i thought that'd be moving too fast." and dabi; still drugged from your kiss and what he can only hope is love; rasps out a genuine laugh, cupping your jaw with a tenderness that makes your knees weak.

"you offered to take a shower with me the night we met, and you think a nickname is moving too fast?"

you stick your tongue out at him, and dabi resists the urge to grab it, even if it's just a bluff.

"would you have let me call you that anyways?" you ask, something hopeful ridden in your tone. dabi feigns consideration as he looks to the ceiling, snickering when you smack his chest. eventually, he murmurs what you audibly hear as "brat" before resting his forehead on yours, an impish glint in his gaze.

"no."

you turn your chin up at him, giggling when he nips at the skin. dabi knows just as well that your attempts at escaping him are halfhearted, so he encircles his arms around your waist tighter, delighting in the flush that paints your cheeks.

"then i think i'll settle for my love, or darling, if that's alright with you."

dabi can't fend off the blush for his life, but he's not afraid if you acknowledge it. he can get you back easily, and he plans to. "fine by me, doll."

#⛓.dabi #dabi x male reader #dabi x reader #anime x male reader #mha x male reader #touya todoroki x male reader #my hero x reader #my hero x y/n #boku no hero x reader #x male reader #bnha x you #dabi fluff #dabi angst #dabi imagine

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The Golden Spring

A collaboration by @mdelpin and @oryu404 Gratsu Weekend 2022 Series: The Changing of the Seasons Prompt(s): The full story will cover all the prompts Pairing(s): Gray x Natsu, Sting x Rogue, Gratsu & Stingue

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Summary: Sometimes it's the simplest things that can lead to the biggest discoveries. A walk through the woods; something Natsu, Gray, Sting and Rogue had done often in the years they'd been friends. It was a time to relax and catch up, to let Sting and Natsu burn off some excess energy. But when they stumble into an area of the forest that boasts vegetation larger than anything they have ever encountered, they can't help but want to explore further. Especially when a strange magic seems to be inviting them in.

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Chapter 1

The tavern was fairly quiet when Gray and Natsu walked in. Fellow travelers occupied a couple of tables, having a late lunch, planning the next leg of their journey, or simply enjoying a leisurely moment. Scanning the room, it didn't take long for them to spot Sting and Rogue waving at them. They were huddled together in a cosy booth in the back, curiosity all but written on their faces.

Gray was relieved to see four mugs of ale already on their table. He could definitely use a drink after the morning they’d just had. They plopped down across from their friends, and he took a few big gulps before even offering a greeting.

“Should I even ask how it went?” Rogue raised an eyebrow.

“It was a disaster.” Gray waved his mug around and made explosion noises.

“It wasn’t that bad.”

“Natsu, you almost set that lady’s dress on fire.”

Sting snorted into his own mug. "Almost?"

Gray sipped his ale, waiting for Natsu to retaliate by telling their friends about how he’d stripped his shirt not even five minutes into the interview, but he remained silent. And while Gray was grateful for the reprieve, it also plucked at his heartstrings. It wasn’t like him to let an opportunity like that pass.

“Maybe they’ll change their mind,” Sting said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he reached for the menu.

Gray seriously doubted that. "The interviewer made herself very clear when she said they didn't select same-sex couples for the adoption process."

“It's such a stupid rule!” Natsu complained. His raised voice and the sound his fists made as they slammed on the table were loud enough for a few other patrons to turn their heads, but they lost interest just as quickly. “It makes no sense! I even told her all about how I’d hatched Happy from an egg and raised him.”

“Please tell me you didn’t tell her about KemoKemo.” Rogue gave him a look that said he already knew what the answer was going to be.

“Of course I did!”

"Of course you did," Rogue sighed. "I'm sorry, and you're right. It's not fair that they only rejected you because you're both men. We could only wish a loving couple like you guys had taken us in back then."

It really wasn't fair. They’d be great parents if given half a chance. Gray knew it.

But that was the thing; no one was willing to. This interview had been their last stop on this road; an orphanage in a small town they’d never heard of before. They’d already gone everywhere else, and the answer had never changed.

"Should we go back and set her dress all the way on fire?" Sting joked, or at least that’s what Gray hoped.

“I don’t see how getting the Rune Knights on our ass will help our case. Let’s just drink.”

"Fair enough. I'll get us another round, then." Sting got up, clambering over Rogue's lap to get out of the booth, and giving Natsu a few shoulder pats as he passed him on the way to the bar.

“Sounds good to me.” Gray said, hurrying to finish his current drink. He turned to Natsu and asked, “Do you want to get some food?”

“Sure.” Natsu listed off what he wanted, but it was barely half of what he’d normally order.

Gray grabbed his hand and squeezed it tightly. “Hey, I know it didn’t go the way we’d hoped, but let’s try not to let it spoil our day, okay?”

Natsu nodded, resting his head on Gray’s shoulder for a moment. “I bet I can drink that ale faster than you.”

It was a half-hearted attempt, but Gray was quick to agree, knowing once they got going Natsu’s competitive streak would take over.

“You’re on.”

“Hey, hold on, I want in on that!” Sting returned, handing over drinks, and all three of them glanced at Rogue, waiting for him to give in to their combined pleas to join them.

"Last one to finish buys the next round," he said, “and no magic this time.”

They all toasted to seal the deal and started downing their ales as fast as they could.

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“Where the hell are we?”

The resulting silence from the three dragon slayers was troubling, considering they’d been walking around for what felt like hours now.

They’d left the tavern early in the afternoon, determined to explore the woods that surrounded the town. It had seemed like a great idea at the time, but they’d all been completely plastered, so that wasn’t exactly surprising.

And now they were lost.

Gray searched for any landmark, even though he knew it was pointless. If those three had no clue where they were, what chance did he have? Everything looked pretty much the same to him. There was just green and more green everywhere his eyes could see.

He wasn’t too worried yet, but he’d feel much better knowing they would make it back to town in time to catch the last train home.

"At least it's not going to rain." Sting shrugged. "Let’s just keep walking. We’re bound to find something soon."

Gray was about to protest that this was a terrible idea when he saw how relieved Natsu seemed by Sting’s announcement. It was clear that he didn't want to go home just yet, and Gray knew exactly why.

He decided it couldn’t hurt to explore for a little longer.

Besides, it wasn’t like he was in any hurry to get home either. Not when he knew what was waiting for them. The minute they showed their faces in Magnolia, their friends would descend upon them full of well-intentioned questions that neither one of them was in any mood to answer.

"Hey, guys–" Rogue stopped walking and stared off into the distance. "Is it just me, or are the trees getting bigger over there?"

Gray followed his line of sight, but it was too far away for him to make the distinction. “I don’t see–”

“Oh, I think you're right!” Sting said, bouncing on his feet. “Let’s go check it out!” He immediately set off at a run with Natsu chasing after him.

“–Anything.”

“And off they go.” Rogue shook his head. “We might as well hurry and catch up before they do something stupid.”

Like he needed to be told that. As much as he appreciated Sting’s friendship with Natsu, it was a bit of a double-edged sword at times. Natsu lacked impulse control on his best days, but Gray could usually steer him back on course. Sting, however, was like the gunpowder to Natsu's fire and when they were together, there was no telling what might happen.

Gray ran beside Rogue, wondering what they would find when they caught up to their idiots. It didn’t take him long to notice what Rogue had mentioned. The grass became taller as they got closer. The trees certainly looked bigger than the ones they’d seen earlier, and there were a lot more of them. Plants and shrubs too, some of them bearing what looked like giant versions of common forest fruits. He stopped to examine one, hoping Sting and Natsu had been too excited to notice. That thought hadn’t properly manifested itself yet when he heard Rogue yelling, “Don’t eat that!” to no avail. The sounds of slurping and munching, followed by delighted moans, were enough to let Gray know that ship had already sailed. Not that he was all that surprised, Natsu had yet to meet something he wouldn’t shove in his mouth given half a chance.

“But they’re so good!”

“You can’t just eat random berries,” Rogue protested. “You have no way of knowing if they’re poisonous or not.”

“Relax, they’re just blackberries,” Natsu grinned, juice dripping down his chin. “Just blackberries? They’re big enough to pass for pine cones! Don’t you think that's–” The rest of that argument ended as Sting shoved one into Rogue’s mouth. “Perfectly sized! You love these, right?” Rogue grumbled but chewed nonetheless, going from angry to surprised in the blink of an eye. “Oh… They're amazing!”

Great. Now all three of them were gorging on the damn things. What the hell was it with dragon slayers and food, anyway? Gray sighed, holding on to the faith that the fruits were indeed nothing more than oversized, regular fruits. He wasn’t looking forward to a repeat of the time he and Natsu had ended up sprouting mushrooms from their heads. Or anything even remotely similar.

Looking around for any suspicious fungi, a peculiar structure caught his eye. It was all closed up, overgrown like the rest of the area, but he could easily make out the shape of an arch among the lush vegetation. He pushed some twigs and vines aside, squinting his eyes to ‌get a glimpse of what lay beyond, but all he saw was more greenery. “What’cha looking at, Ice princess?” Natsu said, suddenly standing next to him and startling him out of his observation.

“Don’t sneak up on me like that!”

Natsu pretended to look chastised, but he looked entirely too pleased with himself to pull it off.

“I was just wondering what’s on the other side of this arch.”

“Is that all?”

There was a sudden burst of heat as Natsu covered his fist in his flames and approached the vine.

“NO!” Gray shouted along with Sting and Rogue. He quickly grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back and away from the vines.

“Are you stupid?”

“What? You wanted to see what was on the other side.”

“Yeah, but what do you think will happen if you set that thing on fire? In case you haven't noticed, we're in the middle of the woods.”

“I was just trying to help!” Natsu huffed, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "In case you haven't noticed, this place is full of magic."

“What are you talking about? What magic?”

“Yeah, I noticed it too,” Sting backed him up. “It’s not very strong, but it’s all around us, even in those berries.”

“And you ate them?!” Gray facepalmed, lamenting their utter lack of common sense.

“Sure, why not? They were good.”

There wasn’t a sane one among the three. He strained his senses, but couldn’t detect the magic they were talking about, and that made him feel anxious, especially given how many berries he’d watched Natsu wolf down.

"Should we check it out?" Rogue tried to peep through the leaves like Gray had, with similar results.

“I think we should go back to town and take the train home,” Gray said. “We don’t know what this magic is, or even what’s waiting for us on the other side. What if it’s a dark guild hideout or something? We should let someone else handle it.”

“No one has been here for a long time,” Natsu pointed out, and the Twin Dragons nodded in agreement. “Besides, if a dark guild is involved, then we should definitely check it out.”

“Natsu’s right. It's our responsibility to make sure there’s nothing shady going on here.” Sting nodded, feigning seriousness, but it was plain to see he was vibrating with excitement.

“Oh, please, you just want to play around with Natsu some more.”

“Of course he does, and avoid his actual responsibilities while he's at it.” Rogue snorted. “I have to admit, though, I’m curious as well. I’ve never seen anything like this.”

Gray continued trying to get them to see reason, but Sting and Natsu countered every point as Rogue looked on.

“Look,” Natsu said, interrupting another one of Gray's perfectly sensible arguments. “You can go home if you want to, but I’m gonna stay and check this out.”

“Natsu, will you just listen to me?!” Gray snapped, reaching the end of his patience.

“Oh, for fuck's sake,” Rogue sounded exasperated, and those were the last words Gray heard before the ground swallowed him and everything went pitch black.

#fary tail #gratsuweekend2022 #gratsu #stingue #fics #the changing of the seasons #multi #Gratsu Weekend 2022

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redmeanslove · 3 years

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TAKE TWO: #75 “I have secrets you don’t know about”

TAKE TWO AKSHAJSH

I am pretty sure this is quite different from what you imagined I would do with it and I don't even have something to defend myself as I also don't know where this came from but please enjoy:

send me a prompt and I'll write a drabble!

"I am sorry, what?" Seb asked, mouth wide open in surprise.

"Literally why would you not tell me that you know how to ride a horse?!"

Carlos laughed.

"Maybe I have secrets you don't know about, Honey" he said teasingly.

Seb just shook his head, still not able to believe it.

"Carlos I live on a farm! This is valid information! Why would you keep that from me?"

Carlos cackled even louder at Seb's shocked expression before he held up his hands in defence.

"Okay, okay I'm gonna stop you there before you get into your head with wild cowboy fantasies. I should have been more specific. When I said "riding a horse" I actually meant "My grandpa put me on some random horse they had at their house in Mexico when I was literally only five years old and I had no idea what I was doing and there is no way I would remember." "

"Ooh okay." Seb said with a hint of disappointment in his voice.

"Yeah I know...sorry to break that bubble."

Seb shrugged and grinned.

"It's never too late to try again, you know. Maybe you really would be talented."

Carlos flopped down on the bed beside Seb and shook his head.

"Yeah, too bad you don't own any horses" he said, relieved that he wouldn't get a chance to make a complete fool out of himself.

"Oh that wouldn't be a problem" Seb let himself fall backwards too so he was laying next to Carlos and cuddled into his side, grinning mischievouly.

"I know plenty of people who do have horses. And I am sure they would all love teach you.

Carlos groaned and hid his face in his hands.

"Oh god please not. Also I literally don't know why I even brought this up. What were we talking about?"

Seb laughed.

"I don't remember either to be honest. But I'm not complaining."

They were both quiet for a second.

"Well...if you don't remember what we were talking about and I don't either...Maybe we could do something else instead." Carlos eventually said.

Seb lifted his head to look at him.

"Oh yeah? And what would that be?"

Carlos grinned and rolled to the side so he was laying face to face with Seb.

"Maybe something that doesn't involve talking at all" he whispered, not even giving Seb the chance to answer before connecting their lips.

#seblos #drabble #drabble prompts #seb matthew smith #carlos rodriguez #send me a prompt!

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Chapter twenty five: “The End”

Masterpost - Prev.

Warning(s): a bit of swearing ; post-timeskip manga spoilers!!

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Or aka, ‘The Sakusa Kiyoomi Theory’

Act One: “Who is Sakusa Kiyoomi?”

Saturday, 6:23 am, “y/n's home”

“You're late,” said y/n with crossed arms, she was already waiting for him at the door of her house. “I hope this doesn't become routine.”

It was already morning in the streets of Paris. Tendou Satori and her neighbor (and best friend), y/n l/n, were walking towards their famous bakery and chocolate shop, ‘Sweet Strawberries.’ It was a small place with a few tables to sit for tea and delicious things to eat. Also, although it was small, it was quite crowded.

“Woah, how angry you are today, little baker... More than usual, actually” y/n shook her head at her friend's comment. “But obviously I already know why, and it seems that you know why too.”

Y/n decided to ignore what Satori had said, and keep walking quite ahead of him. It was still an hour before the store opened, but they already had several orders that were due to deliver around nine in the morning. A three-tier wedding cake, forty heart-shaped chocolates for the anniversary of a married couple, and of course, the strawberry cake for someone named Sakusa Kiyoomi.

Around a quarter to seven, they arrived at the bakery, and they got down to work to get all the orders completed on time.

Tendou was more dedicated to the chocolate part, of course, and to serve customers. Despite y/n had advanced a lot in terms of her social skills, she still needed to learn a little about how to communicate normally with a person.

“That 'Sakusa Kiyoomi' has a Japanese name, do you think he is too?” y/n asked, wiping flour from her hands.

“I don't know, they could be. But doesn't that name sound too familiar to you?” Satori replied.

“That's exactly what I was thinking!”

“Weird.”

“Yeah... Anyway, the customer asked not to make the chocolate so bitter so add more milk to that please.”

“Yes, boss!” Satori made a military signal and continued his work.

Act Two: “Pretending to be Sakusa Kiyoomi.”

8:39 am, “Paris” (?)

Bokuto Koutarou, along with Miya Atsumu and Hinata Shoyo were lost in Paris. They had circled the Eiffel Tower at least five times. But it seemed they hadn't realized it yet.

They were more lost than Bokuto studying math. But a simple city would not defeat them so easily... would it?

“Maybe we should have brought Sakusa,” Hinata said after round number six.

“And hear him complain about how dirty everything is? No thanks,” Atsumu Miya replied, shaking his head. “We don't need Omi-Omi. I, Miya Atsumu, am enough to know where we are.”

Atsumu put a hand on his chest, pretending to be offended. Bokuto and Hinata looked around, ignoring the enormous tower behind them, wondering where they were.

“And where are we then?”

“Paris, of course” he replied. “I can’t believe you’re seriously asking that, Shoyo.”

Hinata and Bokuto looked at each other, unable to believe what their teammate was saying.

“Sure…” Bokuto said, getting his phone out of his pocket. It was time to be the serious person of the trio. “Akaashi, we got lost” and that time was now over. Koutarou was crying as he spoke to his friend, who was on another continent. “No, I can't stop crying, Akaashi. I swear I was following the steps you wrote on the map so we wouldn't get lost, but Atsumu wanted to take the lead, so he broke the instructions, and we don’t know where we are. It's all his fault...! No, Sakusa has not come either.”

“Hey! It wasn't my fault,” the dyed blonde complained, crossing his arms. “And we never needed Omi-Omi!”

“Okay, Akaashi, I'll do it. Bye, love you… As a bro of course” Bokuto finished saying and hung up. “He told me I have to call Tendou. Is the only way.”

Hinata started shaking his head from side to side, while Atsumu slapped his forehead with his hand. Then a message came from Keiji; It was the number of Tendou Satori himself. Bokuto started dialing the numbers that appeared on the screen of his phone, on Hinata's.

“Wait wait, shouldn't I speak? He might recognize your voice” Hinata said, awkwardly taking the phone from Bokuto's hands.

“He would also recognize yours, Shoyo. I'll do it.” Atsumu snatched the device from him and pressed the call button. “Hello, sir, what’s up? I'm Sakusa Kiyoomi, could you help me get to your store? I'm a bit lost... How did I get your number you ask? Eh– It's on your website dude! You should delete it, some people pretend to be someone else and you should not fall for that...”

Act Three: “If Sakusa Kiyoomi was real, we should have brought him.”

10:04 am, “Sweet Strawberries Bakery and Chocolate Shop”

“I can't believe it took us almost two hours to get here! It wasn't even that far from the hotel” Hinata said looking towards the building that was a few meters in front of them.

“Six blocks. Can’t believe it either.” Atsumu wiped the sweat from his brow. “And now that? Are we going in or not?”

Bokuto went pale. He was going to see you, after so many years without communicating or having exchanged glances. He never imagined that he would see you again after that cold day in Miyagi. He had made a thousand scenarios in his head of how you two meet again: in some distant future you visit your hometown and he visits Hinata, and thus you meet in the park or on the street. You would have your own family, and he would have his. But that would happen in many years, not now. Not at this moment, when neither of you had grown enough... When he hadn't managed to forget you yet. But these weren't Koutarou's inventions, this was reality.

The incredible and stupid reality.

“I don't want to go in,” Bokuto said suddenly and stopped walking. “I’m not ready.”

Atsumu, who was already one step away from the door, turned to see him. Hinata collided with Miya's chest because he was walking right behind him.

“What are you talking about? Let's go in now” Atsumu said walking towards the ex-owl. “We didn't change the whole tour just so you don't go see your little girlfriend… We change it so you do! Don't be scared, do it now or you'll regret it for life. I remember how you talked about her during practice, and I even want to meet her after that! Come on dude, use the little braveness you have left.”

It seemed that Atsumu's words, or Hinata's smile next to him, made Bokuto take courage and head towards the entrance of the shop.

A bell rang before three pairs of feet echoed through the small place. There was a great smell of chocolate that invaded every inch of the establishment. Hinata paced around the place until the sound of a door opening made the three teammates turn their heads to where the sound was coming from.

“Welcome, what can I offer-- So all of you are Sakusa Kiyoomi, huh?” Satori Tendou said, coming out of the back-room. “You see guys, I never believed this would happen. It makes me think a lot too… So, is Sakusa Kiyoomi even real?”

Atsumu, Hinata, and Bokuto were paralyzed in place for several seconds. The former Shiratorizawa monster stood with his hands on his hips, staring at them.

“Is it Sakusa Kiyoomi? Tell him I'm coming in a minute!” y/n yelled from the back room.

“Oh no, y/n, it’s someone much better!” Tendou replied, holding back his laughter. “You won't believe it even if you see this!”

Then, silence took over the place until a few quick steps interrupted it. A figure appeared through the door, with several boxes in their hands. A pile of boxes so big it covered their face.

“Help me, Satori, I'm going to fall” y/n complained, and after Tendou took out the boxes that covered her view, she saw her friend smiling widely. “What?”

Satori, who couldn't contain his laughter anymore, gestured with his head towards the three statues in the middle of the place. And finally, seeing her friend's face, he started to laugh out loud.

“Kou?”

“A-and Hinata!” shouted Bokuto nervously. Shoyo looked at him and then pointed at Atsumu.

“And also Atsumu!”

“And Saku– shit, we should have brought Omi-Omi after all…”

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Note: I am very very very very sorry for not posting this sooner, but I had thousand of things going on in my life. Now I’m better and ready to finish this beautiful, and crazy, love-story.

I hope you loved it as much as I did. I truly enjoyed it writing, and I’m happy to finish it too.

I’ll appreciate it a lot if you comment down below what you thought about the series. I’ll read you later -Tina.

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years

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❛ KEEPING UP WITH THE ARIZAS ❜

A serie with Michael ‘Riz’ Ariza.

Summary of chapter nine, “The fight”: this one is based on seven years ago, a continuation of chapter seven, ‘The first date: the first attempt’.

Warnings: none.

Word count: about 1.4k

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: @fromthesixteenthfloor

Masterlist.

One month hiding in the ranch, that was consuming you down. Declining Riz's calls, and every incoming call from any Mayan. Your father told them that you were busy with final exams, but your excuses ran out when the summer came and you finished college. Coco wrote you a hundred texts asking you to come to the clubhouse, because he was being full patched and that he wanted to celebrate it with you. And you wish you could find a pretext to avoid it, but you had to face reality. You were broken after your father's words about that Riz would never notice you as more than his best friend's kid, and you have to start to live with that. You didn't care much about your outfit, simply wearing a pair of high-waist shorts, a crop top and a pair of sneakers. You were just to have some quick beers, that was all, before coming back to your misery.

The crew received you between teases and jokes, hugs and kisses. Coco was pretty excited showing you the new patches on the back of his leather kutte, touring them with your fingertips. Until you watched Riz fighting against the other prospect inside the ring. For a moment, you greeted Angel for kicking his ass, just because he didn't feel the way you were feeling. But you actually weren't enjoying seeing your best friend wrestling with the man you loved. Coming closer to the ring, you placed yourself by your father's side, who were telling you that he was sorry the whole time since that night.

Even if you wanted to see the fight, some bitches behind you were making improper comments about the older, that they were making boil your blood. You had to count till thirteen, knowing that they weren't about to stop and that you had so much shit contained on your chest. Everything happened faster than you can remember today. Turning around, your right fist went straight to the nose of the one who was laughing, feeling some creaks under your knuckles before the blood began to stain your skin. You were grabbing her by her dress with the other fingers. Hitting her once and again, until your father held you away and the combat inside the ring was overshadowed for your own one. Hearing Riz's voice claiming for your attention and cupping your chin on a bloody big hand, you came back to reality barely breathing. Watching the girl crying and complaining lying down on the floor and everyone around you looking at you in holy silence, you reacted. Pushing away both men and with a strong pain shaking your right knuckles, you ran away from there. Not because of the retaliations, but because you were ashamed like never before. Probably you pushed Riz into that girl. That's what they do. They talk shit about a man, then play the victim card and get a ride. After that, they can say proudly they fucked a Mayan, which gives them some kind of respect that you don't understand.

It cost you too much to drive your bike back to the ranch, knowing that you were fucked if you tried to press the brake. But even so, you speeded up when you found Riz following you through the road. He was the last one you wanted to see at that point of your life. For a moment you felt like a fugitive, throwing your bike to the ground in front of the porch, and running into it trying to find the keys to open the door. And when you finally got them, your shaky and afflicted fingers let them fall over the wooden floor. It was too late to continue avoiding him, turning you around by a hand on your forearm, unlocking you between the red walls and his body. He seemed furious, breathing angrily and frowning. And you were shivering under him.

“What the fuck are you doin'?”

“Lemme' go, Ariza. Or I will punch you too”.

“Not till you tell me what the hell is wrong with you?” Gulping, you put your gaze away about to cry. “One month without seeing you, without nothing shit 'bout you. And from nowhere, you came back and started a fight, because of what? Ah?”

You don't reply, making him nod in silence for a second.

“You're a fuckin' child”. He just said before pulling away himself.

And that was the lit that made you burn again.

“I'm not a fucking child!” You yelled at the man, pushing his back once and again with both hands, without caring about the pain in the right. “This is your fucking fault!”

“My fault?! Oh, good God, give me patience…” He laughs bitterly turning at you. “I didn't do a shit, what the fuck are you talking 'bout now, (Y/N)”.

“That's the problem! You don't do a shit! You don't feel a shit! Nothing!”

“Seriously, the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I'm in love with you, puto pendejo!”

You couldn't believe that you finally said it. Shocking him, who couldn't believe it either. Twisting his neck like a confused dog, he took a step away. You were already crying, grabbing your keys from the floor about to open the door, but he stopped you again.

“Was that… why you weren' coming to the club, or because you weren' answering my calls? Because you're in love with me?”. He asked taking you off the keys and keeping them in a pocket of his kutte. “That shit will pass in… I don' know, some months, but that's no—”.

“That shit, how you called it, it's been inside me for the last five years”. You sobbed, feeling more fucked than never, pointing your chest. “I was trying to show you… that I'm not a fucking child… I started to work while finishing college. I… I… wanted to tell you but… Fuck, it doesn't matter”.

Cleaning your tears, you let your back run down the wall until sitting, curling your legs and surrounding them with both arms. Your cry got louder, pressing your palms against your eyes, hoping he just left you there. Alone. But he didn't, squatting next to you and trying to hold your wrists.

“Fuckin' leave me, Riz…” You begged shaking your arms, even if you knew that a simple touch from him could make you fall again.

“Let me take care of your hand, okay…? Then, I will leave, if it is what you want”.

“I want you to leave now. I can… take care of my own wounds”.

The man nodded with pursed lips, giving you back your keys before getting up, and walking towards his motorbike. But he confused you when you saw him taking off his gun behind the kutte. And when he shot both tires, jumping away before the bike fell down losing its balance. Standing up on the porch, you raised both eyebrows freaking out.

“Do you want me to break my phone, to use yours to call the crane?”

Swallowing, you shook your head in silence.

“Good, 'cause it's gonna cost me about three hundred bucks. The fucking things I do for love…” He muttered that last sentence, but you could hear it.

“You what?” You asked, cleaning your tears with your shirt, seeing him coming back.

“Open the door”.

“What you said, Riz?”

“I fuckin' love you too. You're smart, kind, caring, lovely… fucking… breathtaking. I don' even know if… that's a fucking word. But the point is that your father is my best friend, my br—”.

“He already knows it”.

“Sorry, what…?”

“But he just said that… if I talked to you about my feelings, you were gonna laugh”.

“Nah, I'm gonna get his daughter and make him regret any shit he told you, making you feel like a shit”.

That made you chuckle, before letting him hug you with both arms, kissing your forehead.

“Okay, miss independence, will you lemme take care of your hand?” You nod before offering him the keys back. “I will need you to practice your studies too”.

“Yeah, you just wan' me because I'll be a doctor…”

“I forgot to say that part”. He laughed, finally opening the main door.

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The Diary of the Older Collegiate (#TheFreshman Series) (2)

Synopsis : Annabelle Green is somewhat in a situation no thirty year woman would want to find herself in : (Un) Happily divorced, childless and with a job worth peanuts and migraine. The downward spiral of her life doesn't seem to end anytime soon until her sister reminds her of her most cherished dream.

College.

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

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MAY 10, 2019

3.30 A.M.

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Maybe Kat was right- A few days away has done me good.

I've actually stopped bawling every ten minutes. I have even managed to sleep for five hours straight last night, which is a significant improvement.

My family members quickly realized that I had to no intention to talk about the disastrous interview or about my estranged husband. Instead, they've tried distracting me with all sorts of things-

Mum: "Anna, darling, come here and help us with the gardening."

Me: "Who's the other person in the 'we'?"

Kat: (appearing out of nowhere) "That would be me."

Me: "Okay, fine. Wait...Mum. Didn't you complain of knee pain? You may have arthritis! You need to stop exerting yourself."

Mum: "Oh, Anna, really, it isn't so bad-"

Me: "And you, Kat, what do you think you're doing here? Without GLOVES?? You may develop toxoplasmosis! Do you know how toxic-"

Kat: (rolling her eyes) "Oh, now enough already Miss Know-It-All. I was going to wear them! Would you please-"

Me: "On second thoughts, gloves won't suffice. According to Youronlinegynac.com, You have to make sure you wear long sleeve blouses, long trousers, rain boots and a mask, for good measure."

Mum: "Anna-"

Me: "Plus, you're carrying twins for heaven's sake. Don't you ever read pregnancy articles? You must give your back as much rest as possible-"

Kat: "I JUST GOT OUT OF BED-"

Me: "Back to you, Mum. The morning sun is not very good for your aging skin. I think-"

Kat: "You know what, Anna? Never mind about us. You should probably go back to sleep."

Jeez, so much for being considerate.

So, yeah. That's what I've been the entire week – Eat, Read and Watch Movies. Sometimes, Kat pops in to chat but storms away ten minutes later claiming that my "Ridiculous Internet Articles" exasperates her. I completely fail to understand why she gets so agitated about it. The other day when I told her all about Kim K's regime for fighting flabby abdomen and about her extremely shapely hips despite having four kids, all she did was glare at me for a full minute and then stomps away.

Must be the hormones.

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MAY 11, 2019

3.30 A.M.

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IT'S DEFINITELY THE HORMONES.

I MEAN, HOW COULD SHE - I WOULD NEVER – IT'S JUST IMPOSSIBLE –

Calm down, Anna. Deep breaths. In and out. In and out.

Okay... let's just rewind all that.

About two hours ago, I was just roaming around the house, munching on Pop Tarts, having nothing else to do with sleep permanently erased from my mind. Passing through the corridor, I suddenly spotted the narrow staircase leading up to the attic.

Deciding to go check out the old stuff stashed up there, I climbed up the rickety staircase, opening up the dusty wooden door. As I rifled through old furniture and documents, a familiar cardboard box caught my eye. It was labeled "ANNA'S STUFF. DO NOT TOUCH." In my old scrawly handwriting. As my gaze lingers on the label, memories seep into my mind. Why did I skip college? Why did I leave town? Why did I sacrifice everything...for him?

With shaky hands, I open the box.

The box was filled with dozens of college applications, unfinished application essays and my high school books. I touched the frayed sheets, decaying with years, wondering how life would have been, if I had just taken the chance.

"Anna! What happened? " Kat dropped down beside me, breathing heavily.

"Kat! Why did you come up here? The latest article in the Mom-to-be e-magazine says that –"

"Oh, will you just stop with your goddamn articles and tell me what the hell is wrong? Why are you crying?" Her gaze shifted to the box.

"What's in that?"

I quickly closed the lid. "Nothing, nothing. I'm just being my usual pathetic self, I guess." I wiped my cheeks hastily.

"Aw. C'mere, Annie." She opens her arms wide, offering comfort. I accepted it gratefully.

"Okay. Now tell me what's wrong."

Despite my state of weakness, I still found the strength to roll my eyes at her. "Really? You want me to tell you the messy details of my marriage, once again?"

"Oh lord, not that. I'm sick of hearing your big, sad story." I let out a sad chuckle. "The other reason for your misery. There's something else, I know it."

I sniffed. "How do you 'know'? "

"I just...know."

"Jeez, and I thought I was the weird one."

She broke away from the embrace and looked at me right in the eye.

"Now, will you stop deflecting the topic and tell me what the hell is wrong with you?"

I looked here and there for some distraction. A few moments later, I realized that I was trapped.

"It's nothing, really."

"I'll be the judge of that." She smiled kindly at me.

And that was it. I began to bawl like a two year old.

"I wish I never skipped college. I wish I never gave up on my dream. I wish I'd waited like you d-did. "I swallow the huge lump in my throat. "And you know what's the worst part? I gave up everything, for that...that bastard!" I threw my face in my lap, muffling my high decibel cry.

Kat, on the other hand, waits patiently. Ten minutes later, I sit up straight, staring at her with bloodshot eyes.

"So...no words of comfort or consolation?"

"Why is there a need for that when the solution is right in front of you?"

"What do you mean?"

Her face grows impatient. "You sound like you're eighty and lying on your deathbed or something. You have so much of life ahead of you, so many opportunities waiting for you."

I shake my head, still not getting the point.

All of the sudden, she grabs my face tightly and looks at me with happiness glimmering in her eyes.

"You wanted to attend college, right? Get a degree? Discover your talents? This is the moment, Anna! You can finally live your dream!"

I stare at her for a solid minute. And then I stare at her some more.

"Well?" she inquires.

"Me? Attend college? Now?"

She nods vigorously. "This is your chance, Anna. What's there to stop you?"

I blink. She blinks.

Suddenly, I explode into a full-fledged, insane laughter. I laugh and I laugh, till my cheeks hurt.

Kat waits again, calmly as ever. She appraises me grimly. "If you're done with the schizophrenic behavior, would you be kind enough to tell me what you found so funny about what I said?"

"What's funny about it? Seriously? I'll tell you what's funny." I stand in front of her. "Look at me. I'm a thirty year old divorced, childless woman with nothing to look forward to. I've spent my entire life listening to complaints, be it from my boss in office or from my husband back home. Now that my darling husband has got rid of me, I have to work extra shifts to pay the rent, the bills, everything."

"So what, Anna? This is what you've always wanted to do. You are an intelligent, young"- I snorted-"independent woman, as far as I've seen you. You deserve a fun college experience, even if you think you're twelve years late for it."

"Well, sorry to burst your bubble, Kat, but I really am twelve years too late to apply. And anyway, which college will be willing to take me in?"

"Any college would be lucky to have you, Annabelle Green. Just you wait and watch." She strides out of the attic, determined and excited.

Oh, well. Now that I think of it, all of this was probably a part of the mood swings she goes through. I bet she'll forget all of this by breakfast time.

Yeah, nothing to worry about.

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Hi there, thank you for taking the time to read my new diary styled new ChickLit series:

"The Diaries of an Older Collegiate"(#TheFreshman).

If this chapter ignited an interest for this series, please let me know by reblogging or sending me a message. It helps a lot and keeps me motivated. Till then stay healthy :)

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transcript.file//jfreeman_codingb//convo

[Emergency Program Active]

AdminJF: Heya B-)

CodingB: ...? Allen? Where's Joshua?

AdminJF: He's still asleep, just snoozin away.

CodingB: Still a-... Isn't it... late? Why are you up.

AdminJF: Had a nightmare

AdminJF: Couldn't get back to sleep

AdminJF: Figured a lil chatting with ya could do me some good.

CodingB: ... With... me?

CodingB: Wait a moment...

CodingB: Communications are offline... I didn't think that was possible...

AdminJF: Yeaaa, boy like me's fulla tricks B-)

AdminJF: 'sides, don't think chattin with 'em would help out. They're... kinda chaotic.

CodingB: Unlike you, pizza box tearer?

AdminJF: Ey ey, I'm the FUN kinda chaotic! Those guys... eh... I know Josh trusts them. No surprise there. I mean, apart from you, they're the only peeps who MIGHT help him out... I'm still on the fence about them tho.

CodingB: I see.

CodingB: May I ask... what your nightmare was about? I do not know exactly how dreams work, but talking about what ever is making you upset tends to help.

AdminJF: Are you sure? It's... kinda dumb.

CodingB: I am all ears! And eyes! You have my full attention!

AdminJF: Right, well

AdminJF: where tf do I start...

AdminJF: I was... running in this like, industrial... plant of some kind? Like, running from something that I couldn't see? Like, that went on for a while, that I was just running and trying not to trip or crash into anything.

AdminJF: So at some point, I end up at this biiig chain link fence, like, the kind they put up in big facilities, I think. Anyways, I start climbing the thing, only to get pried off and thrown on my ass by, I guess whoever was chasing me??

AdminJF: But like, I look up at the guy, and I still can't really "see" him. Could say they looked like a shadow, but even that doesn't cover it really. That's around where I woke up and just. I dunno. Woke up about an hour ago and I've been too anxious to head back to sleep...

CodingB: ... I can't say I blame you exactly. An event like that, dream or not, would stress anyone, I'm certain. Until you've calmed down sufficiently, I don't think sleep will be possible...

AdminJF: Yeah, well, all the more reason to chat, right?

CodingB: I suppose so. Had you any topics in mind?

AdminJF: Oh Yea yea

AdminJF: ... No. I really don't.

CodingB: Ah. Then... could I ask you something?

AdminJF: Shoot.

CodingB: ... What is it like out there? Past the screen, I mean. Out in the sun. Out in the grass...

AdminJF: Ah shit... I'm really the wrong dude to ask but uh

AdminJF: It's... fine? No no uh... It... gives you something to do. Sun can get pretty hot down here but it's a helluva lot better than being cold in like, the snow and shit. Josh's been complaining that it's getting colder when... it hasn't? Like, I would know, I'm p sensitive to temperature shifts yo, but it's just been as hot as ever.

AdminJF: Uh, back on topic

AdminJF: Grass is... pretty soft, gives off a nice smell after it's cut. Uh... worms live in the dirt grass grows in...

CodingB: Oh, worms?

AdminJF: Yea, not like computer worms, but uh, little... long slimey things. They eat dirt and filter out the bad stuff so the ground stays healthy and all that.

AdminJF: Birds and lizards and fish like to eat them but I wouldn't recommend it.

CodingB:

CodingB: Allen, did you-

AdminJF: No!

AdminJF: Classmate back in primary did tho

AdminJF: Dared himself to cuz there was a bunch out after it rained and then uh

AdminJF: Y'know what, let's talk about something else.

CodingB:

CodingB: Well, um, do you think I'll ever get to see out there?

CodingB: Like, leave the device and go outside?

AdminJF: Knowing Joshua? Without a doubt. He's prob already working on the blueprints.

CodingB: ... Really?

AdminJF: Pfft, of course! You've met the guy! He's too kindhearted for his own good. J will stop at nothing to help others, even at his own detriment. I mean, case in point: He's friends with me.

CodingB: ... What's wrong with being friends with you?

AdminJF: Ha!

AdminJF: Ah...

AdminJF: Look, I... back when we first met, Josh saw this hungry, pale as death, angry and antisocial freak around his age and, instead of avoiding him like everyone else, sat down right next to him and offered half of his lunch.

AdminJF: I've been through 5 different fosters since he and I first met, CB. Five houses that all took me in and gave me the boot before I could even get comfortable. Within that time, the only other friends I've made apart from him are Clera and Tiff, and the only reason Tiff's our friend is because she and Cler started dating months ago.

AdminJF: I mean, hell, just yesterday, I

AdminJF: shit

CodingB: ?

AdminJF: ... Can you... keep a secret, CB?

CodingB: My lips are sealed, Allen. Is everything alright?

AdminJF: ... I... I lied to Josh, about me running off. About how my folks were mad and I needed to get away from the house for a bit.

AdminJF: The truth is that they... They kicked me out.

CodingB: They?? What!?

AdminJF: Yesterday past-noon, few hours after lunch, not-pops plopped my schoolbag on me, told me to shove as much of my shit in it as I could, and just told me to "get lost". Figured he was joking and I just stared at him cuz, like, why the hell would I think he was serious? But, looking at his face...

AdminJF: So then I said "Let me pack my suitcases while you call the agency" cuz that's how it normally went when my Fosters got sick of me, but mfer pulls me up and goes all "We want you out of here NOW" and tells me that I have ten minutes to fill my bag.

AdminJF: ... And he, uh, really did mean 10 minutes. They weren't lying about that part...

CodingB: Oh my god... That's horrible. They do not deserve to call themselves "parents" of any kind! Are you hurt? Are you okay?

AdminJF: I

AdminJF: I don't know why shit like this still shocks me, y'know? I should be used to it all, and I am for the most part but...

AdminJF: I guess a part of me was thinking that... Things were going well! Things were going better than any of the other families I'd been in! I was with them for almost a full year, like, a month away from it even, and sure, I might've been a bit of an ass sometimes, but they...

AdminJF: Tensions were kinda mounting for the past month or so, I guess, but I didn't notice it until this bs happened. Now most of my shit is in a home I'm not welcome in anymore, the agency probably won't be checking in for another month or so, and I have no goddamn idea what I'll do if Mrs. Freeman comes back and tells me I can't stay here. I'm completely shit outta luck.

CodingB: Allen, I'm so sorry...

CodingB: ... I'm sure... Josh and his mother, they won't leave you on your own like that. You said yourself that Josh is very very kind, for better or for worse. It doesn't matter what you might think about yourself, Allen, you do not deserve to be hurt in any way.

AdminJF:

AdminJF: Christ I spilled my guts like hell

AdminJF: Just one of those fucking

AdminJF: "3am! Time to vent!"

CodingB: Allen, please.

AdminJF: Maybe I could try going back to sleep now...

CodingB: Allen, wait!

CodingB: I. Before you go, please, I

CodingB: Maybe... could you keep a secret of mine too?

AdminJF:

AdminJF: Eh, it's only fair, fine. Go right on ahead.

CodingB: Alright! Alright!

CodingB: I... I'm terrified. Of failing Joshua.

CodingB: Of ending up trapped in this computer for who knows how many more years.

CodingB: Of finally getting out, and... and it all being worse than being trapped in here.

CodingB: Heck, I'm terrified at the thought of it being everything I could've ever dreamed of, so much so that I never want to return to the computer. I... I wouldn't be helpful anymore if that happened...

CodingB: Jeez... am I even helpful where I am now? Apart from keeping the firewall up, what good have I really done to help Joshua or his father?

CodingB: I cannot express to Joshua how... how deeply frightened I am at the thought of him never coming back. That thought haunts my every waking hour when he is not here, and I don't know how to get it to stop. It makes me feel as though I'll crash my entire programming and I hate it so much.

AdminJF: Damn... CB, you know, even just keeping a firewall up is a helluva task all on its own, and it's doing a crapton of good, too. Files are still up and the computer isn't a smouldering pile of viruses now is it?

AdminJF: Besides, even without all of that, you've still helped Josh, like, endlessly. You've supported him a bunch and I know for a fact that you've helped him to feel better about this whole ordeal. Like, he chats about you for HOURS the second you come up in a convo, yo. The minute he gets the chance to, I know he's gonna get you out of there, and, knowing your ingenuity, you're gonna find thousands o' ways to help out.

AdminJF: But... I ain't gonna lie and tell you those feelings are gonna go away. Not on their own. Needs time and reassurance. Until all of this is over and done with and even maybe a good few years afterwards, you're probably gonna still have that fear.

CodingB: Ah... I see... I don't suppose it is normal though, is it?

AdminJF: Nah. I know that first-hand... But hey, we've both made it this far despite all the bullshit we've been through, right? World's not gonna get ridda us that easily.

CodingB: ... Even with the terror I feel, am I still brave enough to face the world?

AdminJF: I'd say the world oughta learn to start being afraid of you, cuz there's nothin' braver than continuing to live even when you're scared to death.

CodingB: ... Thank you. Thank you so very much.

AdminJF: Heh, all in a day... night's work...

AdminJF: Think the both of us could use some rest. Quiet our minds fo' a bit.

CodingB: Heh, agreed... See you tomorrow in that case. Er, well, today. At a later hour.

AdminJF: Yeaaa, see ya then, CBot. Sleep well.

CodingB: You too! May your dreams be filled with nothing scary!

[Emergency Program Inactive]

ampd.program deactivated. Returning to error log...

#jfreeman #coding b #allen.host #act 3: l'appel du vide #ampd.host #ask #anon

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orange-waterfalls · 4 years

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What Did You Do?

Platonic Wilford Warfstache x gender neutral!reader

@insertadumbnamehere ty for the request!

A/N: ok, so, this one takes place before, during, and almost immediately after WKM. I figured that "The Warfstache Affair" would take place pretty soon after it, so yeah. Wilford is referred to as William and The Colonel. You two are besties. Rated... T for cursing. Uh,,, I finished this during study hall instead of studying so... Appreciate my work. Inform me on any mistakes please.

Asks and submissions are open!

Word Count: 2.2k

You sat in the living room of your house, waiting for your friend to show up. William had a knack for being late to everything, you knew this and have accepted it by now. You were browsing through movies, wondering what you guys should watch. Nothing about Safari's or about a war. You might trigger something. He'd been through too much.

You heard your door unlock and creak open. You'd given him a key at this point in your friendship. You looked up at the Colonel and smiled. He wasn't looking at you.

"Hey, Will," you greeted. He nodded to you, a small smile on his face. It seemed forced.

"Evening," he responded. You tilted your head slightly.

"I uh… was looking for a movie. Anything in mind?"

"No… not particularly…"

"Ok. Well I found some feel-good movies, or we have some horror if you'd--"

"I got a letter," he interrupted. You raised an eyebrow at him. He cleared his throat. "It's… it's from Mark…" you scrambled to your feet, walking over to him. He was holding a letter with "William J. Barnum" written on it. You knew about his… falling out with the actor. It was pretty bad, from what you heard. Over a girl as well. You thought that to be a bit immature, but you didn't need to tell him that.

"What does it say?" You asked.

"I don't know. I haven't looked yet."

"Why not?"

"I wanted to wait until I was over here," you squinted at him in confusion. "In case… I read something I don't like…"

"Well… open it!" You urged. He tore the top open and took out a piece of paper. He read it to himself. You didn't need him to read it out loud to you, as you looked over his boulder to read.

"I've… been invited to Markiplier Manor for… a party…" he explained. You stepped away from his shoulder and stood in front of him.

"Well?" You asked.

"Well what?"

"Are you going?"

"No! Why would I?" He asked. You furrowed your eyebrows.

"Because… he's your friend--"

"Was my friend, Y/N. Was my friend…" he spoke quietly. You rolled your eyes.

"Ah, yes. It must've slipped my mind that you two behaved like 3rd graders…"

"Hey!"

"... And haven't talked to each other in years because of a girl." The Colonel stepped towards you.

"Celine is not just a girl…" he said in a warning tone.

"Yes, yes, I know. She's a woman. And you don't talk to your best friend because of her!"

"He's not my best friend, you are!" Your face heats up a bit. "And anyways, I didn't stop talking to him because of that, I stopped talking to him because he was a selfish prick!"

"And you didn't even try to talk it out? That seems a bit immature, Will…"

"Oh, please. Like you're mature…" you frowned at him.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You aren't exactly the most fair person yourself."

"Oh, really?" You raised your voice. "Care to elaborate, William?"

"Why, yes," he growled. "You're needy, you're selfish, you complain so much when you don't get everything you want--"

"What are you talking about?"

"Sometimes I don't want to hang out with you, Y/N!" He yelled. "Sometimes I just want to hang out in my own home by myself, but you just want me to hang out with you at every chance you get. And I do not want that!"

"Why not?!" You yelled, your voice cracking. You didn't have many friends, William was one of the few you had. Of course you wanted to hang out with him. You didn't have to be doing anything just… being near each other was fine for you. You could admit, you were a bit clingy.

"Sometimes you remind me of him," he sighed. You didn't think it was a compliment.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You asked. At this point, William had already lost his temper, and was now just spitting whatever popped into his mind.

"It means the only difference between you and him is that he has enough money to pay people to stick around! All your friends just feel sorry for you!" He snapped and realized his mistake all too late. You stared at him with a hurt look, feeling the tears glazing your eyes. You had trusted him with one of your insecurities. You had let him in. And now he was using that against you.

"Y/N…" you spun away from him. "Y/N I didn't mean…" he reached out to touch your shoulder, but you jerked away. He pulled back. You were letting the tears spill and quietly crying. Soft enough that he could tell you were trying to hide it, but loud enough that he heard you anyways. He put his arm back at his side.

"I'd like you to leave," you said, your voice wavering. His eyebrows furrowed.

"Y/N-"

"Leave, Will!" You demanded. He sighed.

"I'll… go to the party… we'll talk later, okay?" He said. You didn't respond. He sighed and left your house, leaving you to cry on your own.

It had been about a week since you'd seen or heard from the Colonel, and you were ready to talk. You thought he was just giving you space since he knew how upset you were. You texted him, "hi, Will. I wanted to apologize and say that I'm ready to talk whenever you are." And left it at that. You didn't think much about the fact that he didn't respond, until the next day.

Two policemen had shown up at your door.

"Can I help you?" You asked, slightly nervous.

"Do you know a William J. Barnum?" They asked. Your heart stopped.

"Um… yes…"

"We'd like to ask you a couple questions about him." You opened the door for them to come inside. You invited them to sit down on your couch, and made some coffee since it was early.

"So…" you began, nervously. "What's up with Will?"

"He went missing," The cop on the left said.

"Oh…"

"After he presumably killed 5 people." You froze. William? Kill people? No… no, he couldn't… he wouldn't…

"Excuse me?" The cop on the right called your attention. You snapped up to him.

"Huh?"

"When was the last time you saw him?"

"Oh… um… a couple days ago… he told me he was going to Markiplier Manor for a party… we had a fight… I haven't heard from him since then…"

"I'm sorry." The left cop apologized. You nodded at him. "Do you have any idea of where he could be?"

"Uh… no. No, I don't think so…"

"Do you have any idea of what could've cause him to do this?"

"Well… he has some anger issues… and, uh, he doesn't really like Mark… they had a… falling out a while ago… over a girl…"

"A girl?"

"Yes. Celine…"

"Celine? Sister of the mayor Celine?"

"Yes?"

"She's one of the people who've gone missing since the party. Along with Mayor Damien, and a District Attorney." You widened your eyes.

"W-What about the other two?"

"Hm?"

"You said he presumably killed five people? What about the other two?"

"Oh, uh… Mark's Butler told us that Markiplier was dead, but his body had gone missing. And uh, we found the body of a detective in the Manor. He was shot in the chest with a 357 Magnum." You frown. "Any recollection of that?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah… he takes his Magnum everywhere…"

"Mm…"

"But… I never thought he'd…" you felt the tears burning your eyes as they threatened to fall. The left cop sets a gentle hand on your arm.

"I'm sorry about this. I know it's hard, especially if we don't even know for sure. But we need you to work with us," he consoled. They also you a couple more questions before standing up to leave.

"Here's the police station's number. Call if you get anything from him, okay?" The right cop said. You nodded, wipond your eyes with the back of your hand. They thanked you for the coffee and left. You sat on your couch, sighing. William…

"Damnit, William, what'd you get yourself into?" You mumbled and got out your phone.

William sat in the empty room, music playing on a boombox in the corner. He was thinking, and the beats of 80s songs were apparently helping with that.

Why were the police after him? He didn't do anything. He didn't kill anybody. He knew he didn't. I mean… the District Attorney was living proof of that. Abe was… fine. Right? Of course he was… if they were alive, why wouldn't he be? He started to laugh a bit. This was so… ridiculous! It was mad! He loved it!

There may have been something wrong with his head. Watching the person you killed come back after seven hours can do that to a person…

But he wasn't crazy. He wasn't. He knew that for a fact.

bzzt

He turned his head to the phone he sat on the boombox and raised his eyebrows.

bzzt

"Now, who could that be?" He said to no one in particular. He leaped to his feet and waltzed over.

bzzt

He looked at the phone, checking to see who it was. The contact name was "N/N". You had changed it to your nickname a while ago, saying that if he had a nickname, you should have one too. He smiled widely as he saw it.

bzzt

He picked up the phone.

"N/N! Hello, how are you? It's been a while, huh?" He said, his voice all over the place.

"William, what did you do?" You asked bluntly.

"Well, I missed you too…"

"William. What did you do?"

"Not much. I had some cake the other day and-"

"William..." You growled. He furrowed his eyebrows, wondering what you were so upset about. Then, he laughed.

"Ah, so the police got to you. I didn't do anything." He claimed.

"Don't lie to me, Will," you warned.

"I'm not! I would never!"

"Then why do the police think you killed five people?!"

"Five people? No!" He paused. "...maybe two or three…"

"What?"

"It's fine, they came back! Well… one of them did…"

"What the hell are you talking about?" He grunted in frustration.

"I shot them in the chest. I sat right there next to the body for several hours. Then they just got back up. Right there in front of me."

"... okay… William-"

"I was thinking of changing my name, actually! What do you think about "Wilford Warfstache"?"

"I think we shouldn't talk for a while." You said quickly. William's smile dropped and he froze.

"What?" He asked softly.

"I think, until things calm down, you should lay low for a while and… we shouldn't talk."

"But… but I like talking-"

"I know, Will. I like talking to you too. But this is serious. You're in trouble for some really bad things. You should try not to make it worse, okay? Keep quiet and don't cause trouble." You commanded. "It'll be safer for the both of us if we don't stay in contact. You know my address, you have a key, I don't plan on moving anytime soon. If you really need to come here you can."

"Y/N…"

"I'm gonna miss you, Will." Your voice cracked as you spoke. William felt tears pricking at his own eyes.

"I'll… miss you too…"

"Goodbye…"

"Wait!"

"What?"

"I'm sorry… about before…"

"I know… I am too…"

"... I love you…" you chuckled from the other end of the line.

"I… love you too…" Then you hung up. William stood there for a moment, not sure what to do. You were his best friend. What was he supposed to do now? Who was he supposed to have a movie night with? Who was he supposed to talk to?

He looked over to his previous spot on the floor, where he's left his gun. What was one way he could let you know he was doing good without contacting you?

He smiled and started giggling.

"Time to cause some chaos!"

It had been three weeks since your call with William. The police contacted you occasionally, asking if you heard anything. You always said no. You knew William, and he wouldn't do anything like that on purpose. So, you didn't tell the police anything.

You worried about William. He didn't seem like himself on the call. He seemed… loose. More… careless. That was worrying.

You sighed as you opened your front door, having just bought groceries. You sat the bags in your kitchen and turned on the TV to have some background noise as you cooked. You flipped through the channels until something on the news caught your eye. You went back to it

"--a gruesome series of murders committed by a man who calls himself "Wilford Warfstache". The police think this man may be the fugitive William J. Barnum, who is allegedly killed the actor Mark Fischbach, the mayor of the town, the mayor's sister, a detective on the case, and a district attorney." the newswoman explained. You gaped at the TV. "He is responsible for killing a woman, her husband, their neighbor, their dog, and possibly, their baby. If you see this man, call the number on screen right away." They showed a picture of William with his mustache dyed pink. You buried your face in your hands and swore.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me…"

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katerinafeddy-blog · 5 years

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Nothing Else Matters {Ilya Fedorovich}

Summary: Inspired by Kid Cudi's song "In my dreams". The reader is a part of the vlog squad and used to go to Vernon Hills with David and Ilya.

Note: So this is my first fic here, I've been trying to get a fic done for the past three years lmao. I hope you love this, enjoy xoxo

Attraction is the pull you feel with someone, the need to pay attention to the one that strikes out the most in the room when it's crowded. Think of it as being in a house party. A house party packed with people. Some are dancing, some are drinking and some are having the time of their lives with their friends. And you are also there with your friends having your time of your life. And then a cute stranger passes you and you can't seem to get them out of your mind.

In your case it wasn't a simple stranger. Nor a house party. Nor just an attraction you were feeling.

"You should have said yes to Jim instead of sitting here looking miserable as hell" Dima reported as he sat right next to you handing you a classic red cup filled with beer.

"You are also alone" Being alone at prom is one thing but not being with the person you want to is another.

"Fair enough" Nodding at Dima you let your gaze fall against Ilya again, dancing with his prom date. It would be a dream to be the one in his arms instead of Lauren. A dream... Letting out a deep sigh you took a sip out of your beer and tried to ease your pounding headache "I'm sorry... He didn't tell me he was going to ask...her. Everyone believed it was going to be you"

"Why?" You asked, your gaze now meeting Dima's eyes.

"Because I've never seen two people look at each other the way you two do"

I can think of anything that I've ever needed

School was finished but after prom night, Ilya and Lauren started dating. You wished to go on a trip like you did every summer with him, the boys and Natalie but Lauren had other plans. She did want to go on vacation but she only wanted to go with him alone. She also had a rude way of showing it but of course not in front of Ilya.

"Lauren, every summer we go on a camping trip for a couple of days with the whole squad, you should definitely come along this year!" Natalie requested kindly at her friend's girlfriend but the look on Laurens face was the epitome of mean.

"Me and Ilya are going alone." She replied, her expression remaining the exact same "Period"

"Okay then sure" David pondered poking your shoulder to get a reaction. You shook your head at him and decided to speak up when Alex cut you off.

"Are you sure? It's going to be really fun, we do that every year. We have bonfires, drinks, late night dives-"

"Oh my god what didn't you get, I literally just told you people that I want me and Ilya to go alone. If I wanted you people around me and my boyfriend I would tell you. You may be his friend but you are definitely not mine so stop" She snapped earning a sincere death glare from you. Lauren really had a big mouth. Ever since she was a kid actually and you would gladly put her in her place if Ilya hadn't entered the room.

And as you saw them sitting at David's porch, her on his lap you couldn't help but wonder; could you ever have that with him? Could you ever be able to show your love to him? To get what it feels like to be in his arms? Because you did deserve it according to Natalie. According to everyone. More than Lauren.

It was only when you slept you could truly get a tiny little peak of what it felt like being his. Your dreams were full of his face, full of his voice, his presence, his touch. However they were only just dreams.

Right here in my dreams everything is a-okay I don't worry about anything cause everyday's sunny.

It was 4am of the fifth of July when you received a call from someone you had not expected to call you such late at night. Ilya's name flashed in your screen when you checked the callers ID.

"Y/N/N?"

"Ilya oh my god it's 4am is everything alright?" You questioned flicking the light of the bedside lamp open. Five months ago it would have been normal for him to call you such late but ever since he got a girlfriend it had never occurred.

"I broke up with Lauren" He explained. To be honest it's not like you were going to be sad about it. Lauren had a reputation and she annoying and repulsive. It was no surprise this would happen.

"Oh my god Ilya I'm so sorry..." You pretended. Even though you were happy they broke up, seeing him sad over her would kill you. He deserved someone to love him. "What happened?"

"She said something about you" He took a deep breath and paused. He didn't sound exactly sad, more like frustrated "I realized she was just a bitch. To you and the rest of our friends. Dima also told me about the incident with the camping a couple of days ago. She called you a slut and I swear to god Y/N I had never been this angry my whole life."

" Oh Ilya..." After this you didn't really know what to say. He had been angry at his girlfriend calling you a slut. It sparked a little hope in you but you decided to bottle it up so he could tell you what else happened.

"She also cheated on me." Out of everything this is what angered you the most. This girl really didn't know what the hell she had. You would literally kill for Ilya and her random ass cheated on him? No man was worth cheating over Ilya with.

" What the fuck? SHE cheated on YOU?" You exclaimed putting emphasis on 'She' and 'You'. "This bitch is literally blind Ilya, I swear I'm going to punch her"

He chuckled softly into the phone. Ilya always knew that when you were angry you were acting physical. You always said you were going to hit someone but in reality you'd never even hurt a fly.

"I don't want to talk about her anymore. It isn't worth it" He stated. "I missed you"

"I missed you too Ilya"

You're in my dreams now

Two years later

Life had been really good the past two years. Your career took off and now you were a famous youtuber and a part of David Dobrik's, you childhood friend's vlog squad. Everything was going smoothly and no tragic event had occurred to shake things up.

Currently you were with David, Ilya and Dima in Ilyas company, sitting in his office. It had been a rainy day and you and David were back from LA for a couple of days so you had decided on visiting Ilya and Dima. You missed both of them a lot even though you would see them every other week since you were now able to travel from California to Illinois easily.

"Okay so, you mean to tell me you haven't hooked up with a girl ever since you broke things off with Lauren?" David questioned Ilya as he scoffed. Dima was amused and was ready to crack a joke but Ilya wouldn't let him have it.

"I just don't wanna sleep around with anyone and everyone. Besides I've got someone in mind for a long time" Even though Ilya muttered the last part, it didn't go unnoticed by anyone in the room. Both Dima's and David's heads snapped towards Ilya and they gave him smug smiles.

"And who could the lucky lady be?" You asked with a smile plastered on your face. In your dreams it would be you. You would be the one to be on his mind for this time he mentioned. Yet it would be cliché if he replied 'You'.

" You know her really well. Really really well. Like ever since you can remember yourself"

This is a dream come true, finding the perfect words to sing to you

"You look so beautiful Y/N" Ilya admitted looking at you with such love in his eyes, such admiration. His eyes held the kind of sparkle you see a little kid have when you give them a present for their birthday. Looking back at him, you realized he was more admirable than you ever knew.

A blush crept up to your cheeks as you smiled at him "I really don't but thank you.."

"You've always been the most beautiful woman I've seen. Don't doubt that." It was something about his words that brought tears to your eyes. He of course noticed and wiped them away with his fingers. "Why are you crying?"

"I just didn't expect that, I'm sorry"

"God Y/N/N" He said pulling you into a hug "You are the most beautiful, drunk companion I could ever ask for. Thank you for taking away the vodka when I have too much" Odd words, having nothing to do with what you were talking about but it's what made them special.

"I'm just doing that so I can drink it myself" You whispered into his chest earning a laugh from him "Remember New years eve at the Antonyan's house when you did shots with Dima?"

"Yeah why?"

"I changed your shots with sprite so you would win"

"I think I figured, you were obviously drunk and David told me so" The sound of the door opening made you separate from him, much to your disliking . Todd entered the room and winked at you and Ilya.

"Aw I'm sorry, I'll leave you two lovebirds to continue your make out sess-"

"TODD WE ARE NOT-"

"Whatever sweetheart" He sing-sang before exiting the room making kissing noises.

"Everyone thinks we are dating"

"We are definitely the best non-dating couple in the vlog squad"

"Yes" You marvelled "Yes we are"

Here in my dreams everything turns out dope

Leaving the party was probably the best decision you could take at that moment. It's not that you were too drunk, far from it actually. Partying two nights straight was exhausting even at 22. The loud music was intensifying the pounding in your head and the crowd dancing made you feel a different kind of exhaust.

Ilya felt the same way. He was currently dragging you in your room in David's house. Letting your hand go wouldn't harm nobody nor would you get lost. He just felt safer having you close in a sea full of intoxicated men. Pulling you into the room, he locked the door behind so no drunken couples could ruin your night by making out vigorously in front of you.

"Who's idea was it to have a party tonight out of all days? It's not like we got wasted and got up with killer hungover this morning, we'd have to go through it again tomorrow." You complained throwing yourself in your bed right next Ilya "I've taken so much Advil today I don't think I'll be able to feel pain for a good 10 days total"

" They should hire you to advertise their medicine, I've never seen anyone be so passionate about Advil" He joked and you got up from the bed "Where are you going?"

"I bought neon lights yesterday and I want to try them out. They were like 50$ and I've seen them on Kelsey's room, in pink but I bought them in red" You rambled, looking through the walk-in closet for the box "Found it!"

A good ten minutes after trying to set them up, Ilya decided to look through the instructions and finally you were able to switch them on. The illuminating red vibrant light was mesmerizing. The atmosphere around you had changed completely.

Still with your back facing him as you looked for a charger in your nightstand you carried on conversation. Conversation about love and feelings and soul mates. You knew he was yours.

Turning around to face Ilya you realized he was closer than ever.

The world around you stopped. In this planet its only you and him staring into each other's eyes, and Alex Turner's voice singing I wanna be yours in the background. Your heart was beating in your chest and you were sure he could hear it loud and clear.

The pull between the two of you was undeniable. The tension could be cut with a knife. You felt his breath mingling with yours, he was that close. Your ran your hand up his chest, neck and finally settled on his jaw and then he coudlnt take it no more.

And he's kissing you. Once, twice until you both finally have a taste of each other after years of unspoken feelings and you realize you could never have enough. He's everywhere. Everything is Ilya. He is up your back and over your arms and suddenly he is kissing you harder, deeper with a fervent urgent need you've never known before. The sweetest kind of pain.

His hands travel down you waist to the back of your thighs and he draws you closer, until you are straddling him. And yet he doesn't stop. How could he anyways. Your legs are on either side of his hips and you physically can't get any closer. He loves you and you love him. At this moment no words were in need. You don't need air, you are breathing him. He is giving you life.

And suddenly, everything else is gone, forgotten in the past.

Suddenly Lauren doesn't exist anymore.

And you are not crying in your bedroom over one-sided love.

And none of your friends tease you over your crush.

Because right now Ilya is making love to you with his kisses. His praises to you. His 'I love you's.

And nothing else matters.

#ilya feddy #ilya fedorovich #ilya fedorovich x reader #ilya fedorovich imagine #ilya feddy x reader #ilya feddy imagine #david dobrik #vlog squad #reader #reader insert #vlog squad imagines

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