#please ignore the chaos that is the shop behind me

[chloecat]

Where are my shop girlies at

#please ignore the chaos that is the shop behind me #can’t expect an eepy girl to clean up after herself #shop #cnc machining #selfie #transfem #mtf #queer

[rogueddie]

Finally being invited on one of his parents trips is... well, Steve tries to be normal about it, but he's excited. He's only been invited on two. Three if he's counting the one to Chicago for a big family get-together, which he doesn't.

The only problem comes up when they sit him down and ask about all the scars he has. They want the trip to be a fun time, a nice family get-away where they can give their little boy a little peace from the chaos of Hawkins.

When he struggled to think of an excuse, his mother softly asked if he did them himself.

Reluctantly, he ducked his head in feigned shame, nodding.

His mother hurried to her feet, almost sitting on him in her effort to squeeze onto the one-man seat with him, wrapping him up tight in her arms. She whispered promises of love and safety.

His father had a look like he'd swallowed a lemon, but he too promised to provide the support than Steve needs to get through... whatever he's going through.

Steve swears to them that he's dealt with it, he's over it. He's just trying to move on now.

"Fucking hell," Eddie hisses when Steve finishes telling them about it all. "You can't be real. They think you did that shit to yourself?" He gestures to Steves stomach.

"I don't think they know about those. The older ones do look, uh... suspicious."

He rubs the thin ones on his left wrist, where a demogorgons claws had caught him in that last, big fight. Eddies hand is gentle when he pulls said wrist closer, thumb brushing over the scars.

"You do make a good point."

"I'm gonna miss you," Steve mumbles.

"It's just a week."

"Yeah, tell me about."

And he's right- he's barely stepped off the plane, a short 5 hour flight, and he's already homesick. He wishes he could've thought of a way to convince his parents to let him invite a friend.

Once they're settled in, though, it's alright. There's a lot of activities, a lot of places to visit and a lot of things to try.

On their second day, they try to start the routine of spending most of midday at the beach. His parents sunbathe, whilst he swims in the sea. The water is cool, a relief from the heat.

They always make him put jeans on after.

It doesn't matter how many times he points out that it's more than uncomfortable- not only in the heat, but with the lingering water. They insist that he puts jeans on.

They'd gotten him the new jeans special. They're supposed to be thinner, better for heat.

"It just seems unnecessary," Steve had said when they'd first presented them to him. "I have so many shorts!"

"Sweetheart, your scars," his mother had pointed out. "People will look. You don't want to make us look bad, do you?"

For three days, he went along with it. He tried to ignore the discomfort. But the heat was too much. The water making the material rub uncomfortably against his skin.

On the fourth day, as he's drying himself, he hesitates. He stares at the jeans his mother holds out for a moment.

"What if... I don't wear them, right now? It's so hot and my legs are still wet. Just until we get back to the hotel."

"Steve, no, that's not a-"

"Please. Just until we get back to the hotel. Just today."

"You've already made up your mind, haven't you?" His mother sighs, shaking her head when he gives her a sheepish smile. "Fine. Get your things."

He's so happy, comfortable in his swim shorts, that he walks with a bounce in his step. The breeze on his legs is almost soothing.

He's tempted to skip as he starts up the street.

There's a bright little drinks shop up ahead that he spots. The advertisement signs have pictures of ice creams and smoothies, things that look tasty and cold.

He turns to ask his mother if she'd like to stop there for a drink, to cool down after sunbathing. But she's not behind him.

There not far behind him, so he stops. He grins when they look to him, waving... his hand slowly dropping when he realizes that they stopped walking, as soon as he stopped.

But they're looking to the map. Maybe they're lost.

When he starts walking to them, they turn, walking a few steps that match his own. The only thing in that direction is the beach.

They don't want to be seen with me, he realizes.

He turns back around, slowly walking to that little drink shop. Although, he's not sure he needs to buy anything to cool him down. His insides feel numb enough now.

He sits at one of the tables outside, wondering if his parents will even try to sit with him or just... abandon him.

They do sit with him, pretending like nothing happened. It's the same attitude they have when they get in the taxi, after distancing themselves on the walk there too. The promised trip to the mall abandoned without word.

Steve spends the rest of the little vacation in his room. He lies about being tired, not feeling too well, whenever they try to invite him out with them.

They buy him the top he'd been eyeing. They seem to think that the little gift, and bragging about it being expensive, will make him feel better. He's sure that it's not an apology though.

On the plane ride home, it's odd to think about how excited he'd been. How hopeful.

The only comfort is Eddie. He goes straight to him, immediately after dumping his suitcase in his room, not even bothering to unpack.

He's furious when Steve explains what happened.

"I've never liked your parents," he announces. He points to Wayne, who looks just as angry. "Wayne gets it. Assholes, right?"

"Assholes," Wayne grunts, nodding stiffly. "You deserve better than that, son."

"So much better," Eddie agrees, pulling him closer so he can kiss his cheek. He keeps littering his face with kisses, until Steve laughs. "You deserve the world, big boy."

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #ficlet #stevecentric #what if I told you that this is kind of a true story asdfghgfds

[eddiemunsons-missingnipple]

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary: You and Eddie are guests at Joyce and Hoppers' wedding. When Eddie sees you in your dress, he can't seem to keep his hands off of you.

Warnings: slight voyeurism, fingering, squirting. Established relationship. Dirty talk, Eddie and the reader are little horny dorks in love. Also, Eddie smokes weed (not surprising for a man who carries weed in his lunchbox instead of food)

A/n18+ not proof read ignore any mistakes, please. This has been in my drafts for months now.

"Come on, babe, we're gonna be late," Eddie yelled from your shared bedroom.

He was currently trying to put his unruly curls in a low bun. He's currently wearing a black button-up shirt and black jeans with combat boots. This was your compromise since you told him no to his vest. You, on the other hand, were currently in your bathroom putting on makeup.

Usually, it takes you and Eddie both a while to get ready. You and him rushed around your trailer, trying to find something you misplaced. Your home wasn't dirty, but it could get chaotic sometimes. Eddie referred to it as "organized chaos."

"I'm going as fast as I can. ya want me looking like a clown or something? "

Today was Joyce and Hoppers' wedding day. They invited you and Eddie to come to the ceremony and reception afterward. You've known Joyce since you were a kid and would babysit for her sometimes if Jonathan couldn't. Eddie was a little too familiar with Hopper since he constantly got arrested for vandalism by spray painting his bands name on anything.

You finally finished applying your makeup, and now you hunt down to see where you hung up your dress. Rushing into your shared bedroom, you see Eddie sitting at the edge of the bed about to light up his joint. You snatch it from his lips and toss it on the bedside table. "Babe, really? Right now?"

"Don't act shocked. You know I smoke before I go anywhere." He defended and went to grab the joint from his table.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. have you seen my dress?" You asked him as he lit it up and took a puff. He immediately started coughing and choking.

Rolling your eyes, you begin to panic and search high and low for your black dress. Joyce told you it was a black tie event, and Eddie couldn't have been happier to hear that since he knew you couldn't put him in a funny little dress shirt. You ran around your home while Eddie was busy coughing up his lungs in your bedroom.

You stop and see it's been draped over the couch the entire time.

"I found it." Yelling out to Eddie. Entering the bathroom, you take your robe off and slip the little black dress over your figure.

The dress was black with spaghetti straps and a small slit up the side of your leg. Joyce helped you pick it out when all of you went dress shopping two weeks before the wedding. Eddie hasn't seen you in it yet, only seeing it on the hanger. When you emerge from the bathroom and into your room, his eyes go wide, and his mouth gapes slightly.

"Come on, we can leave now, or we'll be late." You ushered him off the bed, but Eddie immediately grabbed you from behind and nuzzled his face in your neck.

"we can be a little late." He purred in your ear.

You push yourself away from him and head to his van. The entire ride to the venue was pure torture on yours and Eddie part. With him constantly trying to rub his hand up higher and higher on your leg. You fought him off pretty good but it took everything in you to not let him pull over and fuck you in the back of his van. The way Eddie had been thinking about you when he saw you in your dress is how you have been thinking about him in his dress shirt. Especially when he decided to roll up the sleeves and expose his inked forearms. You just knew the both of you were in for a very long, long night.

His hands were roaming up and down your torso, and he stopped when he discovered your exposed thigh. He groaned and grinded into the swell of your ass. "No we gotta go."

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Now it's time for the reception which is being held outside the venue of the wedding ceremony was at. Thankful you can finally eat and drink the night away with your friends and family. Eddie had other plans for you, apparently all day long since putting on this dress, he couldn't stop touching you. His hand ran up your thigh even during the ceremony. You had to gracefully smack it away a few times when it got just a little too high, and you could see some people starting to notice. If looks could kill, Eddie would be dead before it's time to cut the cake.

The wedding was beautiful, and Joyce and Hoppers' wedding vows were so romantic even Eddie cried a little. You've never seen Jonathan and Will look so at peace now that they knew their mother was in good hands. El looked beautiful, standing next to her new mom.

Now that you're both seated and able to eat, Eddie has been preoccupied in a conversation with Steve. "Thank God for steve," you think to yourself. Now you don't have to worry about Eddie's wondering hands on you while you try to enjoy your meal.

Unfortunately, it was too good to be true because just when you thought that, he leans over and whispers in your ear, " Either you let me finger you under this table or im not gonna let you come later."

He moved away and went back to laughing after whatever Steve just told him. Acting as if he didn't just threaten you a moment ago. Pouting at the threat and also knowing he's about to finger you with all of your close friends next to you. Carefully, you spread your legs open and scoot closer to the table. You feel Eddie's hand once again creep up your thigh, only this time he didn't stop.

Eddie squeezes it a little and brushes his finger over your covered pussy. You let out a shuttered breath as he moves the lace, keeping you two a part. You try to level your breathing and focus on your food. He runs his middle finger up your wet folds and starts softly rubbing your clit. His dips, his finger lower, collecting some of your slick and brings it back up to your clit.

You whimper a little and try to cough instead, hoping no one would notice. He doesn't stop and continues to lazily rub your clit while keep his attention on Steve. You bite your lower lip when he pushes down on your sensitive bud just a little harder and rubbed it just faster. You can feel yourself getting closer that tightness in your core getting stronger. Your breathing gets heavier, and before you come, you jump up from the table and excuse yourself. Hurrying yourself inside and to the nearest bathroom. You don't pay attention to Eddie calling after you.

You're a little embarrassed at what was happening, but you also didn't want him to stop. You knew if you came at that table, you wouldn't be able to hold back any moans escaping your mouth. Eddie knew that too he knew you couldn't be quiet even if you tried. You hear a little knock at the door and hear Eddies muffled voice behind the door.

"Baby, you okay? "

Opening the door slightly, you look up at him, and he can see your dazed face, and he frowns. He pushes his way inside and pulls you in for a hug. Kissing the top of your head as he smooths down your hair. "Want to go home?"

"I'm sorry we can go home if you like." He reassured.

Shaking your head no, that's now buried in his chest. He smells good, and it somehow brings a sense of calmness to you. He sways you back and forth as you hold onto him.

"I don't wanna go home yet." Your voice muffled. He pulls back a little and kisses you on the forehead.

"Wanna continue in here, sweet thing?" He smiles and wiggles his eyebrows.

He chuckles and slowly backs you up against the wall. The cold tile against your naked back makes you jump slightly. He kisses down your neck and hooks your leg over his hip. He grinds his cock into your core as he nips and bites the tender flesh of your neck. You let out a breathy moan and move your head back to give him more access.

You look up at him and give what he asked a second thought. You wanted to continue and never actually wanted to stop. You just know you can't keep quiet, and what if someone heard you. "I'm loud, Ed. what if someone hears me?"

"I'm gonna cover your mouth with my hand so no one can hear. Kay?" He pulls away from your throat and smiles at the little marks that are starting to blossom.

Nodding your head, he brings his large ringed hand up and covers your mouth. He brings his other hand back down to your wet folds. He pushes the lace of your panties to the side and dips a finger into your tight entrance. You moan in his hand. "I can't wait to get you home. I'm gonna fucking ruin you". He whispered harshly in your ear.

You loved it when Eddie got like this so greedy with passion and lust. Not being able to keep his hands off of you. He doesn't even care about his pleasure right now knowing he's gonna get it later. Right now, it's all about you and getting you ready for what he's gonna do when you both are home.

The thought makes your pussy flutter against his finger that's currently pumping inside you. He brings another finger to join and curves them upwards inside you. The squelching sound of your pussy as Eddie fingers you bounces off the tiled walls. His fingers are relentless inside you, and you whimper against his hand as his fingers find that sweet spot inside you.

"Or should I have you crying as you bounce on it? You'd like my dirt girl?"

"I know, baby, it feels good, huh?" His grip on your mouth tightens just a little. You close your eyes when he moves your leg up higher around his waist. His fingers deeper inside you and rubbing against the spongey spot on your velvety walls.

Your pussy clenches as your slick coats his fingers and drips a little down your leg. " You gonna come for me, baby, huh?" "Fuck you're so tight I can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cock squirming under me" He grunts out.

He's breathing heavily against your ear as he continues to whispersing dirty things to you. Your legs buck, and you move to wrap your arms his shoulders for leverage. He takes his thumb and starts rubbing your clit while his fingers relentlessly fuck you. "Fuck sweetheart you're making a mess all over my hand. "

You moan his name, but it comes out muffled against his hand. Eddie give your pussy a few more strokes of his fingers. He presses and rubs that spot on your walls, and you're coming all over his hand. Leaning your head back, you cry out as you gush all over him. Clear liquid squirting out and soaking his arm and getting on his pants. Your legs almost giving out from under your as your climax washes over you. His fingers keep pumping in and out of you as you come down from your orgasm.

You grip onto him tightly and bring him closer as you ride it out. You're trying to catch your breath and keep your balance, but your legs legs feel like jello. Your mind foggy, you don't really comprehend that Eddie has been calling your name.

"Hmm, what's wrong, Ed?" Your voice sounding so sleepy and small.

"Hey, there's my girl. I thought I lost you for a second. " He said, moving the hair from out of your face. You smile and hold onto him tightly. Eddie hooks his arm under your legs and carries you out the bathroom bridal style.

"I was gonna ask if you wanted to dance now, but it seems your legs have gone all wobbly on me." He joked as he carried you outside to the van.

"I wanna stay." You whined.

"Baby, I would love to stay, but you soaked me back there." Hiding your face in his neck as embarrassment washes over you. He laughs and helps you get in the passenger side of his van.

"Can we still dance later?" You asked as he helped buckle you in.

"Yeah baby, we can dance all night if you like." Eddie said as he closed your door. He hops in the driver's seat, leaning over to give you a quick peck.

He takes off down the street, strumming softly on the steering wheel. Eventually, exhaustion from the hectic day plus the orgasm Eddie just gave you takes over. He looks over at you and smiles to himself as he makes his way back home. Eddie feels bad he'll eventually have to wake you up, but he has some promises and plans to fulfill.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn #eddie munson fanfic #joyce byers #hopper stranger things #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #eddie munson x fem!reader #my writing

[justabigassnerd]

Remembering

Pairing - Ethan Hunt x daughter!reader

Word count - 2,172

Warnings - violence, child endangerment, guns, angst, protective Ethan and co.

Summary - an unexpected attack causes Ethan to remember a memory from years ago

A/N - Lil' Hunt is about 8 yrs old in this. hey y'all! sorry it's taken me so long to come out with a new fic, my motivation is major league fluctuating but I'm trying to overcome it. I won't ramble so as per y'all, please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!!

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In between missions, Ethan did his best to make the most of the time he had with you. He was aware of how busy he could get when he was doing missions and he never wanted you to feel like he was ignoring you so when he could he and the team would take you out for the day.

Ethan figured today was as good a day as any. The weather was lovely in Philadelphia and the city was lively and waiting to be explored. With the lack of suspicious activity, Ethan felt safe enough to bring you out with him. He made sure to bring a couple of items should anything happen but that was just to calm his anxious mind. He, Benji, and Luther had thoroughly checked the area for suspicious activities before even considering going out in public with you.

“Come on y/n.” Ethan says with a smile, arm extended and hand open as you bound towards him, grabbing his hand in your smaller one, following Ethan out the door with Benji and Luther following behind.

“Where are we going?” You ask, looking up at your dad curiously as he smiles down at you.

“We’re going to have a day out. All four of us. Just make sure at least one of us can see you at all times, so no running off, okay?” Ethan says, stopping just in front of the door that led to the streets, looking down at you as you nod at his words.

“Okay, daddy.” You say, smiling up at him as he nods, opening the door and the four of you step out onto the streets, making your way to the bustling city centre. You stay sandwiched between your dad and Luther with Benji walking just behind to keep an eye out.

As the four of you walk through the city, you take in the sights and look in various shop windows as you pass them. The four of you decided to get ice cream and sit in the nearby park to enjoy the beautiful weather and to enjoy each other’s company for a while.

When you all finish your ice creams, you continue to walk through the park before exiting on the opposite side you entered and as you do, a few people run past you, almost knocking you off your feet as Luther rests his hands on your shoulders to steady you.

“What’s going on?” Benji enquires, noticing more people rushing past, each person wearing a terrified expression. Benji and Luther look over to Ethan whose hand drifts to his hidden gun holster.

“Take y/n and get back to the safe house.” Ethan’s words were low and muttered but Benji and Luther heard him.

“No daddy!” You exclaim, gripping Ethan’s arm as he turns around and faces you, placing a hand on your shoulders and ducking down to be more at your eye level as he smiles softly.

“Have I ever not come back? Stay with Benji and Luther. I’ll be back before you know it.” Ethan says gently before glancing up at Benji and Luther who nod at Ethan as he straightens up and releases the light grip he had on your shoulders.

“Come on, y/n. Let’s get you out of here.” Luther says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and ushering you away from the chaos along with Benji and rushing you back to the safe house. You do your best to hold in your tears as you are taken back to the safe house but the moment, you’re in the building some tears escape from their ducts.

“Your dad is going to be fine, y/n/n. Let’s try and do something to take your mind off everything, shall we?” Benji says, crouching down to be at your level and offering you a hug that you accept, burying your face in his shoulder as he comforts you.

“Why don’t we find something to watch? Or you could read a book?” Luther offers as you hesitantly let go of Benji, wiggling out of his grasp and crossing to the table, sitting on the chair closest to the door and watching the door intently.

“I wanna wait for daddy.” You insist, eyes fixed on the door as Benji and Luther exchange a look before getting up and crossing to the table, each of them taking a seat near you.

“We don’t know how long it’ll be until your dad gets back. We can find something to do until he gets back.” Benji says apologetically, doing his best to approach the situation with gentleness.

“I’ll wait.” You say in response, folding your arms across your chest and settling back in the wooden chair as if it were the comfiest thing in the world.

“There’s got to be something to do that can pass the time. Like reading?” Luther offers once more, sending a subtle glance Benji’s way which has him instantly on his feet, rushing to what was your room and grabbing what he knew was your favourite book, as well as grabbing some colouring books and pencils for good measure. When Benji returns to the room, you glance his way, noticing the books and pencils before turning your attention back to the door.

“I haven’t coloured since I was five, Benji.” You grumble, arms still folded over your chest. You weren’t exactly lying. Benji knew if he flipped open the book right now there would only be about one and a half drawings coloured in with scribbles that were obvious to anyone that you were trying to stay in between the lines but some of the colours breached past the lines and sat among the other colours you used.

“Well, maybe I wanted to colour. Apparently, it’s good for stress and your dad personally makes sure my stress levels are through the roof.” Benji says, a mock serious tone to his voice as he flips the book open, grabbing a colouring pencil and beginning to colour the giant cartoon cat that sat on the page. You exchanged a look with Luther, giggling lightly when Luther shrugs with a light roll of his eyes. Luther then reached out for the book that Benji had placed down on the middle of the table and flipped it open, finding the bookmark roughly at the halfway point.

“How many times have you read this book, huh?” Luther muses as he holds the book out towards you, watching as you hesitantly take the book and flip it over in your hands, eyes skimming over the blurb.

“A few… it’s my favourite.” You mumble, finger brushing along the back of the book before flipping it open and finding where you left off. The room falls silent, the only sounds being the turn of pages and Benji continuing to colour. Both Benji and Luther, while satisfied you were focusing on something other than staring at the door, didn’t miss how your gaze occasionally flicked to the door, hoping for your dad to come bursting through the door.

About an hour later, you had finished the book and Benji had abandoned his colouring, Ethan burst through the door and all eyes flew in the direction of the door.

“Daddy!” You exclaim happily, jumping off the chair and darting into Ethan’s arms where he smoothly caught you before you collided into his chest with too much ferocity. Benji and Luther watched the exchange as they stepped closer, muttering one of the IMF codes to Ethan and backing down with smiles when he responded appropriately, still holding you tightly. Both Benji and Luther could tell that whatever Ethan had just been through had shaken him. He was holding you tight and trying to regain control of his shuddering breaths.

You spent the rest of the day glued to Ethan’s side. When he had eased himself down on the sofa after Luther questioned him about any injuries, you got up on the sofa with him and curled into his side, resting your head on his chest, and clinging to him as if your life depended on it. Ethan, of course, was more than happy to let you cling to him needing the comfort of you in his arms as much as you did.

When the sun began to go down and it grew closer to your bedtime, Ethan quietly told you to go and get ready for bed before he would stargaze with you for a bit. As you rushed off into your room to get changed, Benji and Luther turned to Ethan.

“Ethan, is everything okay?” Benji asks softly, watching as Ethan looks at them and shakes his head lightly.

“I’ll tell you when y/n is in bed.” He mutters in response, immediately painting a smile on his face when you come back into the room, now in pyjamas and ready to go stargazing with your dad. Benji and Luther wait patiently as Ethan takes you out onto the balcony and stargazes with you for about ten minutes before taking you to your room for you to go to bed as the two men call a goodnight over to you as you head into your room. When Ethan returns, he sits down at the table and is joined by Benji and Luther who eye him carefully.

“How was it? What happened?” Luther asks, worry evident in his voice for his friend. Neither he nor Benji knew what had transpired while Ethan was gone since they had no way to communicate.

“There was this group of people, I have no idea who they were, but they were trying to cause a lot of damage. And…”

“And what Ethan?” Benji presses, wincing when Luther kicks him underneath the table. Benji hadn’t meant to sound pushy at all, he was just worried for his friend and his words came out wrong.

“There was a kid all alone… caught in the crossfire and it reminded me of y/n.” Ethan says, eyes fixed on the book you had abandoned on the table the moment he walked through the door.

“Tell us everything.” Luther softly urges as Ethan nods before launching into the story.

Chaos was surrounding Ethan. People were running left and right, screaming and shoving others aside. Ethan was doing his best to direct people to safety and find what or who they were running from. The closer he got to the cause the fewer people there were which Ethan took as a good sign. He was able to take out a couple of men who pulled their guns on him, neutralising them and getting closer to the cause.

All of a sudden, bullets started flying Ethan’s way and he was quick to dive behind cover, keeping his head low and listening out for people in the silence while the gunners were evidently reloading. As Ethan raised his head to look out for any of the armed strangers, he caught sight of a young boy, no older than ten, sat almost slap bang in the middle of everything, hands over his ears as he cowered in place.

Seeing that young boy brought back the memory of seeing you as a baby, abandoned in the middle of a shootout. Your fate left entirely up to the people in the room with you. Seeing that boy made Ethan’s jaw tense, angered that someone else potentially abandoned their own child to save their own skin.

In the seconds Ethan had, he rushed to the young boy, immediately grabbing him in his arms and pulling him back behind cover, promising the boy he wasn’t going to hurt him as he placed him down on the ground.

“You need to get out of here, kid. I can buy you time so when I tell you to, you run. Run home or wherever is safe. You got that?” Ethan instructs, ducking his head at another wave of gunfire, watching as the boy nods his head hurriedly.

“Good. Now go!” Ethan says, taking the opportunity to return fire in the direction of the unknown assailants. He was aware of the boy scrambling to his feet and booking it, but he couldn’t risk looking back so he had to trust that the boy made it somewhere safe.

“Oh wow… Ethan that’s…” Benji tries to say, trying to make sense of everything.

“You got that boy to safety. He’s safe because of you, Ethan. The same way y/n is.” Luther says softly, smiling gently at his friend who lifts his gaze to meet his.

“I just haven’t thought about that day in a while.” Ethan mutters, gaze dropping back down.

“I know it must be hard to be reminded of that day. But like Luther said, both y/n and that boy are safe because of you. You saved them both. And we all know that you won’t let anything happen to y/n.” Benji says, agreeing with Luther as Ethan nods lightly.

They were right. He had saved you all those years ago. And he was going to protect you until his dying day and beyond.

#justabigassnerd #justabigassnerd writes #lil' hunt #lil' hunt universe #mission impossible #mission impossible fallout #mission impossible dead reckoning #mission impossible rogue nation #ethan hunt mission impossible #ethan hunt #ethan hunt x reader #ethan hunt x daughter!reader #x daughter!reader #tom cruise mission impossible #tom cruise

[nateofgreat]

John Brown-Qui Gon AU where he does what the anti-Jedi's all act like he (and the rest of the Order) should've done when he met Anakin on Tattooine.

-Upon realizing Watto owns slaves, Qui-Gon immediately kills him with his lightsaber or the Force in the name of liberating them. He tries to convince Anakin and Shmi to come along but naturally Shmi's terrified of this violent stranger, takes Anakin, and high tails it out of there.

-But of course there are other slaves for Qui Brown to save so he proceeds to attack the markets and start killing slavers left and right, freeing their slaves. Local guards try to stop him but they're no match for a Jedi and some of the braver slaves take up arms to help him.

-The town's starting to dip into anarchy now, word reaches Jabba the Hutt and he sends bounty hunters out into the city to find and kill the Jedi before the disturbance can become a full-blown rebellion, escalating things further.

-At this point Padme and friends all beg Qui Brown to remember why they're even there in the first place. "Please Master Qui Gon! My people need me and we're stuck on this planet!" But being the anti-Jedi's idea of what an ideal Jedi should be he ignores her and goes on to kill Jabba.

-The loss of central power causes all the gangs to erupt into a war to claim his throne, including slaver guilds who start kidnapping people in the chaos. So Qui Brown starts fighting them next. By this point Tattooine is a mess of anarchy and word is spreading outside the planet about what's happening.

-Obi-Wan tries to stage an intervention. "Master please, I hate slavery too but this really isn't the time or way!" When this doesn't work they manage to find the hyperdrive parts in Watto's old shop, which the Nabooian's use to flee, leaving Qui Brown behind to his crusade.

-The Jedi Council are all befuddled when they hear what Qui Brown did, first not believing it. They send some Jedi to check, finding him in the middle of his one-man war. "Dude, what the heck? We sent you to stop a war not start a new one!" They eventually subdue him and drag him back to Corusant where the Senate is furious with them.

-Hearings are held, the Naboo crisis becomes old news as dozens of independent systems reach out with complaints and concerns, accusing the Republic and Jedi of violating neutrality and dozens of peace treaties; this gives fuel to the Separatist movement.

-Palpatine meanwhile just kind of sits and stares in awe. "Huh, I thought this Naboo thing would be my ticket to Supreme Chancellorship... But this is even better!" He calls a no confidence vote on Vallorum for letting this happen. Upon becoming Chancellor he passes a bazillion restrictions and other means of controlling the Jedi.

-The Anti-Jedi fandom of this AU holds Qui Brown up as an example of how "dogmatic" "violent" and "shortsighted the Jedi are." "Wow look at these crazy Jedi, waging wars on neutral planets! Couldn't he have thought of a more diplomatic approach?"

Worst case scenario? Maybe, but maybe there's a reason the Jedi aren't invading planets with slavery.

#Star Wars #Pro Jedi #Jedi Order #the Jedi #Qui Gon Jinn #Qui Brown AU #With respect to the historical John Brown #Obi-Wan Kenobi #Shmi Skywalker #Anakin Skywalker #Sheev Palpatine

[delcakoo]

coffee run༉‧₊˚. yang jungwon

request: “hello! hope you are doing great 💖 can i request a jungwon scenario where he falls for someone a couple years older than him but the person doesn't realize his feelings and treats him as a child? he does things to be seen as a man like protecting and gets jealous of older guys? It would be so cute 🥺 happy ending please”

⍣PAIRING ! barista!jungwon x gn!reader

⍣GENRE ! coworkers/friends to lovers, fluff

⍣WC ! 1.9k

⍣WARNINGS ! mention of smoking + alcohol, if i’m forgetting anything lemme know

a/n: hi anonnie ! thank you once more for your request, i loved this idea and really enjoyed writing it even though i did struggle a lot for some reason </3 you didn’t specify the gender, so i stuck with gender neutral reader ! i hope you enjoy barista won c:

saturdays. anyone who works in retail dreads saturdays. it’s the most busy day of the week, which means annoying customers complaining and trying to bargain prices, arguments and people asking for your manager at least once an hour, and a whole lot of stress for all the employees. so when you find yourself walking into the mall where your cafe job was located at 8:30 on a saturday, you sigh.

just by looking at how many shoppers there were, you knew it was going to be a long, long day. on the bright side, you were working with heeseung and jungwon, your two favorite coworkers.

heeseung was a year older than you, and you had to admit he was quite mature for his young age. you wouldn’t be surprised if he got promoted to manager soon, as he always seemed to know exactly what to do in bad situations.

meanwhile, jungwon was two years younger than you. he felt like someone you had to take care of because of the age gap, and he was much more playful and less serious compared to heeseung. either way, they were both fun to work with (and they were hot, but that’s just a bonus) so whenever you got scheduled for the same time as them, you knew work would be much better than usual, even though it was still disappointingly, a saturday.

the duo in question had arrived at the cafe before you, cleaning up before opening time. heeseung washed down the counter, while jungwon sweeped under the many tables and chairs thoroughly. “so, what’s going on with y/n?”

jungwon’s heart starts beating at the sound of your name, pausing his sweeping for a moment. “i don’t know, they still treat me like a kid. i’m starting to lose any hope i had left.” the younger boy has liked you since he began working at the cafe four months ago, and while he has tried to offer hints of his attraction to you, you seem to always pass it off as harmless, friendly compliments.

one time, you’d even called him your younger brother, and he felt like crying right then and there as heeseung sent him a pitying glance.

heeseung sighs, “i know they feel something towards you too, i can tell. you just gotta step it up a notch,” jungwon looks up at his elder, his broom coming to a stop once more, “show them you aren’t just a kid, won.”

he gulps, “i’m not very good at being bold, what should i do?”

before heeseung can respond, the bell above the door jingled as you walk in, smiling at the two boys as they both nod in your direction in greeting. “hey! ready for the saturday chaos?” you watch as they both glance at each other, exchanging an unreadable expression. you decide to ignore it, walking behind the counter to tie on your apron.

heeseung huffs bitterly, “as ready as we can be, i guess.” after rigorously wiping down the last side of the countertop, he throws the used cloth to the side.

jungwon nods, putting down his broom, “there’s a sale over at H&M too, we’re dead.”

you gasp, “seriously? good god.” you look up, checking the clock near the entrance. “oh, it’s 9:00, are we all set?”

“i think so, i can take cashier.” heeseung ties his apron around his waist before walking to the front of the shop, flipping the door sign from closed to open.

“i can do serving, and help our baby make the drinks!” you grin, squishing jungwon’s cheeks between your hand, puckering up his lips. heeseung watches, facepalming internally. when you let go of the boy's cheeks, he only coughs awkwardly. jungwon knew at that moment that he could not take any more of this. before his thoughts could drift any further though, the doorbell jingles again as people start flooding in. mornings were always the busiest.

immediately, heeseung begins taking orders as you help jungwon with making the drinks. most was coffee as usual for the mornings, but there were always the few odd orders along the way.

about an hour later, the customers have slowed down as a young man walks in, smoking. with no other people to deal with, you, heeseung, and jungwon all exchange an annoyed glance before you decide to take charge and call him out. “i’m sorry sir, we do not allow smoking in our shop. in fact, it’s not allowed in any parts of this mall.” you passive aggressively smile at him.

he scoffs in amusement, while the other rolls his eyes. “yeah? what are you going to do about it?” at closer inspection, you notice his eyes are slightly bloodshot, and he’s standing rather unsteadily.

you turn your head to your coworkers worriedly, “he’s definitely under the influence of something, we need to call security.” you whisper, heeseung nods, running into the back to use the phone.

by the time you’ve turned back around, the man has thrown his cigarette to the ground, and began progressing much closer to you, and you realise how he towers over you rather threateningly. he suddenly lifts his hand, making you step back in fear.

luckily, in the blink of an eye, jungwon had walked over and stood in front of you protectively, holding the man's wrist that was raised in the air. while he may be shorter and less built than the older male, he is rather confident in his abilities if worse comes to worst. he didn’t learn martial arts for nothing, after all. “sir, please remain a respectful distance from our employees.” his voice had dropped an octave, and his usual soft expression had become wrinkled with rage as he drops his hand.

once you’ve calmed your breathing, you try to process what had happened. you were so used to jungwon being all smiley and childish, always making you laugh, and showing you silly new tricks for making drinks faster. it felt strange seeing him so.. scary looking. “are you okay, y/n?” he asks worriedly.

you gulp, nodding. “yeah, thank you, won.” well that’s an upgrade from baby or wonnie, he thinks. even if this definitely wasn't the way he planned to change your view on him, he was still happy about it. luckily, before the intoxicated man could do anything stupid, two mall cops walked in right as heeseung emerged from the back. thankfully, they quickly escorted the man out of the shop as you both explained to heeseung what had happened.

besides the fiasco in the morning, the rest of the day was going rather smoothly. you and jungwon are having a great time making the drinks, while heeseung seemed to be busy luring tips out of the female customers. “look at him go,” you scoff, watching a girl place a five dollar bill in the tip jar.

jungwon feels jealousy run through him as he follows your gaze. if only he could be as bold as his hyung. “we get like 30% of that, i’m not complaining.” he replies, tightening the lid of another coffee before sliding it across the counter. “order number thirty two!” he calls.

“true, still surprised those girls fall for his dumb fake smile.” you say once he returns, watching him check the order chart before beginning a new drink.

jungwon glances at you, “do you like him?” he asks bravely.

if only he knew who you’ve begun to like. “what? no way, where’d you get that idea?”

the boy shrugs hesitantly, “i don’t know, just thought you like older guys.”

your eyes widen, “i wouldn't mind a younger guy, it really doesn’t matter to me.” you’ve busied yourself making a cappuccino for the young man who's waiting in one of the booths, and you can’t help but feel his stare even from the back of your head. he was quite good looking, you think as you place the lid onto the cup.

you don’t know why, but you find yourself glancing over at jungwon. no, even if what you feel for him is real, he would never like you back, he’s just a friend from work. jungwon seems to have noticed your side-eyeing, “y/n, you good?” he calls, waving a hand in front of you.

snapping out of your thoughts, you nod. “yeah, yeah sorry. i’ll be back.” you show him the finished drink you made and he nods in understanding, watching as you walk over to the counter. “order thirty three!”

when the man walks up to the counter, you take a closer look at his features. he really was handsome, probably a few years older than you. you grin when he offers you a polite bow, “thank you. say, how many drinks do you think i’d need to buy before asking for your number instead?” he comments smoothly. jungwon whips his head around, the drink he was making becoming completely forgotten.

meanwhile, you’ve decided you have nothing to lose. if you want to get over your slowly growing feelings for your younger coworker, this was the way to go. “hmm, i don’t know, what do you plan to do with said number?”

the man smirks, “i suppose we could arrange the details over text,” he says, watching you take the cup back and begin writing your number along it with the pen that was normally used for writing down orders. jungwons frowns, and heeseung definitely sees as well, sighing disappointedly.

after you wave goodbye to the man who seemed to be the last customer, heeseung breaks the silence of the empty shop. he knew that if anything was going to change, he needed to give you both time alone. “it’s lunch break, i’m heading out.” heeseung calls, and you all say your goodbyes as he walks out. before he left though, you notice the strange shared look between him and jungwon once again. they were both acting really weird today, you think.

you turn to him, “hey, are you okay wonnie?” back to that nickname, he shakes his head.

it’s extremely difficult for him to meet your eyes, but he does, “am i a little brother to you?” he’s not going to let you slip through his fingers that easily. he thinks of heeseungs advice, if he gets rejected, at least he can say he wasn’t a coward.

your lips part, and while you’re dumb, you’re not that dumb. you have an idea on what’s happening, “no,” you reply, “maybe you were when i first met you, but you’re not anymore.”

jungwon is surprised by your response, but nevertheless, takes the hint, stepping towards you slowly. the two of you have never been so close, and he can’t help but feel his heart stammer nervously, unlike his confident, masked expression. “then what am i, y/n?”

you swallow, feeling the hard wall of the counter behind you as he corners you. “what do you want to be, jungwon?” you steer the question back to him, staring right into his eyes.

he licks his lips, “should i demonstrate?” you’ve never nodded faster in your life, eyes closing as he pushes his lips to yours, softly moving against you. when you kiss him back, he sighs in relief, purring as you move a hand up to his hair, rubbing his head gently. when you pull apart, you both smile like idiots.

“how long?” you had to ask, taking his hand in yours.

jungwon feels heat rush to his cheeks, ears turning a crimson red as he scratches his head shyly, “like.. since i started working here.”

you laugh, pushing his shoulder teasingly, “you’re so lame.”

he gasps, “oh yeah? who was flirting with our customers earlier?!”

“oh right, maybe i should text him back.” you wiggle your brows, watching him roll his eyes in annoyance.

he leans down, pecking your lips once more. “sure, you can ask him if he has first date ideas,” he grins, “for us.”

the end! thank you again for requesting anon c:

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[dreamsandstars24]

Lawyered up - Chapter 1

Hiyooo, this is my first try at writing a fanfiction.

Well, writing it here, because in Wattpad I have 7.6k readers. Yes, this is me showing off because even though it's fanfiction, it takes a lot of work.

Sooooo, some inside into this:

It says chapter 1 because I will be posting more, obviously.

My first language is not English, so you'll have to be patient and kindly let me know if there is any mistake so I can fix it.

This is not a Hotch x Female MC. Even though I love daddy Hotch, I just never imagined him as the sexy daddy version, more like the dad-daddy version. Yeah.

I am busy like crazy with University and a job, so posts may be slow.

I really hope you enjoy this.

Anyway, enjoy.

I'm never drinking coffee again.

I'm banning coffee from my life, I will never drink it again and somebody should slap me if I ever drink coffee again. Please and thank you.

And even better, I will never drink coffee again before one of the most important final-stage interviews of my life. That should probably be something they ask at coffee shops, "Do you have any life altering things that will happen today?" and if you say yes, then you are not allowed to buy coffee.

Is not that I have something against coffee, God forbid, but I just get extremely hyper when I have coffee and based on what Professor Sukhan has said, I'm already hyper enough as it is.

So, why did I drink coffee today? Because I thought that staying up until two AM reading the longest, toe curling, smuttiest fanfiction ever was a good way to spend my time. Was it worth it? Yes it was, but that doesn't mean I don't regret it now that I'm shaking like a freaking chihuahua.

"Deep breaths, Liliana. And keep your hands under your legs." Professor Sukhan whispers softly, his eyes on his newspaper but I know he is anxious too. He is risking his professionalism creating this opportunity for me, and I really hope he doesn't regrets it.

It wasn't easy to make it, but I did it. I managed to get into the final stage of interviews in the FBI, and to be more specific, in the BAU.

I studied near death to graduate from law school, and I really really really want to get this job/internship. It took Professor Sukhan months to prove that allowing me to have an internship would be really beneficial for both the bureau and for me, sometimes I feel he sold my abilities for more of what they actually are but I know I will do my best to ensure I surpass expectations.

Hopefully.

"Liliana Madrigal." My eyes shoot up and find the blue eyed man that is staring at me. "We are ready for you." He is white.

Not that him being white is bad, is actually good, unless he is racist which would really hinder my process and my ability to maintain the facade of being a nice, obedient and sweet girl and--

"Liliana, please go and behave." Professor Sukhan mumbles bringing me out of my stupor. This is why he came, because he knew I was going to be so nervous this would be chaotic.

I clear my throat and stand up, nodding to the professor and making my way to the man who is now looking at his phone with a frown. When he realizes that I am standing right in front of him, he turns around and walks me through the doors where my future self may be walking.

I look around when the door closes behind me and barely have time to register the chaos this place is when the blue eye man mumbles "Keep up" and practically sprints down the hallway.

Swallowing down my fear, I run after him.

Freaking tall people think my little legs can keep up with them. I can barely reach the shower head and I'm expected to run after this tall guy and--

"Here. Go inside, sit down, and wait until they come."

I frown while my feet stop. "They who is-?" He ignores me, turns around and leaves.

Well, so much for being nice.

I stare at the black door and decide that they will not bring me to meet a serial killer in my last interview, I think. I hope.

Right?

"Okay Liliana, those who don't risk, don't win." I nod and take a deep breath, "You can do it. Please don't let it be a serial killer and please don't let me do anything stupid, amen." And I open the door.

A normal looking office says hello to me.

My eyes blink rapidly as a relieved laugh escapes my mouth. I don't know what I was expecting but an office that looks like the office of my psychology professor was not it. But this is good, this is nice, this is acceptable-

"Are you going inside or are you coming outside?" The deep voice behind me says and my soul goes to heaven to meet with its creator because I just died. Thank you and goodbye.

I turn around and find two men looking at me. The first man, I immediately recognized like Jason Gideon because he went to my criminology class and his lecture gave me nightmares, but the second man who is staring at me undisturbed has never been seen by my eyes. He is handsome, he is grace, he is mister United States-

"Pardon me?" I mumble because I just saw his lips move but I didn't hear a thing. He blinks.

"I asked if you are the girl I am supposed to be interviewing." He repeats calmly. His voice could narrate an audio book where he tells me how he is going to kill me in the most gruesome way and I would hundred percent say thank you.

"I certainly hope so because I was just dumped here with barely any instruction." Gideon smiles a little at that and a part of my soul rejoices because I just made Jason Gideon smile.

"What's your name?" He asks, and his voice is a soft baritone that has me feeling cozy inside.

"Liliana Madrigal, a pleasure." My hand stretches out; once again, I'm too late to realize my actions because I forgot my hands were shaking which is obvious now. Both men stare at my hand and then Gideon shakes it and lets go.

"I'm Jason Gideon and this is SSA Aaron Hotchner, we are on the behavioral analysis unit and we will be directing your interview." I nod and nod again and both stare at me. Agent Gideon gives me another soft smile. "We should go in the office."

"Oh! Of course, come in. Make yourself at home." I step to the side allowing them both to come in and then I notice the name at the door.

Aaron Hotchner. I just gave him permission to go into his own office. Amazing.

"Miss Madrigal, will you come in and close the door behind you please?" Agent Hotchner asks. I follow the orders and then walk to the chair in front of his desk. He is sitting on the chair while Gideon leans on the wall beside the window.

My hands fidget on my lap and then I remember how I'm supposed to keep them under my legs and take a deep breath. I do that and count to ten while the men look at what I'm assuming is my file.

"Miss Madrigal, your file says that you graduated at fourteen from high school." Agent Hotchner mumbles, scanning the page with his eyes.

"Yes, sir." He looks at me and the way his eyes are so dark make me very nervous.

"Is there any reason as to why that happened? Because your IQ is slightly elevated but not that much." I nod and then consider what to say.

They may notice the confusion on my face because Gideon speaks. "Just tell us the truth without sugar coating it."

Well, if he says so.

"I was bored, sir." They both stare at me.

"Bored?" Agent Hotchner repeats, I nod again. "Could you elaborate?"

I take a deep breath. "I didn't want to spend more time in school than necessary so I forced myself to graduate faster to study what I really wanted to study."

"Which was criminal law," Gideon says, my head shakes.

"No sir, I wanted to become a taxidermist." Both men stare at me and I can tell I managed to surprise them.

"Why didn't you then?" Agent Hotchner asks.

I shrug, "My mother said that if I became a taxidermist, I would sleep with the carcasses and see how that suited me." With secret joy, I notice how the corner of agent Hotchner's mouth twitches upwards.

I MADE HIM SMILE!

"So you didn't become a taxidermist, and decided to study law, correct?"

"With some little disruption to my plans, but yes sir." Agent Hotchner moves his hand in a rolling motion and I understand he is asking me to expand. "After the fiasco with taxidermy, I decided to explore my passions in the business world."

"You studied business, then?" Gideon mumbles, reading through my file.

"No, sir. I became a runner for a local gang in my neighbourhood." I think I actually managed to surprise them this time.

Both look at my file, their silence making me more nervous. Did I just messed up? Did a hot nice cup of coffee messed up the opportunity of a lifetime? Did I just ended my career choice?

"Why not a courthouse? You could have made a fine prosecutor with your grades and the success of your practicum." Gideon points out, I shake my head no.

"I thought about it and did two weeks as an assistant for a prosecutor and I am positive about not choosing prosecution."

"What about defense? You could have been good at that."

"I'm not fond of lying."

"So why the FBI? In this job, you need to keep a lot of secrets and maintain a low profile." I press my lips together considering what I have to say.

Two choices in here: Either lick their boots or be honest.

"As I was looking for career choices, I realized that the BAU gets sued continuously over every procedure that they endure-"

"How did you got that information?" Agent Hotchner asks, serious.

"One of my teachers worked as a legal advisor and one of the people that came to her was a lawyer who was helping someone sue the BAU for incorrect management of a case. Anyway, I kept my ears open and realized that this team is the one that gets sued the most and that caught my attention so I started researching why and I reached a conclusion," My hands intertwine as I smile at them. "And the conclusion was that in order for this team to be getting sued so often, then it may be doing something right."

Agent Hotchner closes my file and leans back in his chair, the look of calm suits him and then he turns to Gideon and a whole conversation takes place without them even talking. This is crazy.

While they have their strange staring contest, I think about the possibility of accepting the CIA offer. It came as a surprise, to be honest, but the terms are good; professor Sukhan would be a little dissapointed because the original plan has alway been the FBI but I don't think he'll mind that much.

I mean, is either CIA or going back to being a Runner and I think which option is better for my criminal record.

"You start on Monday." Agent Hotchner speaks and I nod.

"What time?"

"I need you here at five AM. We'll go over some information and I'll show you your office, if we have the time, I'll introduce you to the team." I nod and get up when he does. His hand stretches towards me and I shake it firmly. "Welcome to the team." I smile at him and then turn to Gideon, we shake hands and I take a deep breath because my hand is shaking more now.

"Welcome, Agent Madrigal." He murmurs warmly, I nod at him.

"Thank you, I will do my best." I walk to the door with them behind me and I know they are walking me to where professor Sukhan is. When we reach the door, I turn to them and smile. "Thank you, again." They both nod and I cross the doors, noticing how professor Sukhan stands up and stares at me.

We both stare at each other and he smiles when tears pool in my eyes.

"You did it." He mumbles coming closer.

"I start on Monday at five AM." He laughs, wrapping me in his arms which makes me sob.

"Are you crying?" He laughs, rocking me back and forth.

"I just don't want to wake up at five AM every morning." I sob in his shoulder. He laughs and pulls me closer.

"You did it," He whispers, patting my head. "I knew you would."

***

Hotch felt himself smile when he realized how the girl he had just hired was crying while holding the Hindi man. He wasn't sure what the relationship was, but he knew that the man had sold the girl at such a high price it tempted the bureau to meet her in person. And he wasn't disappointed.

Even though her psych results tilted her towards OCD regarding her job, and her getting obsessed in some cases, her results were so good he had to double-check every case she had participated in because she was practically a genius when giving criminal charges.

Eighteen charges, she had given eighteen charges to a child abuser and Hotch had been so surprised because he hadn't even thought about those charges. She was a genius, and she was merciless in court. That's why seeing the clumsy girl surprised him because she showed a completely different side of herself.

"Seems like we got another girl to babysit." Morgan rumbled beside him, slurping his coffee while staring at the girl with a smirk. Hotch hummed agreeing. "You think she'll give us a run for our money?"

"She is smart," Gideon mumbled, "she'll be okay."

With a smile, Hotch saw how the girl now had the man in a choke hold while she jumped excited. It was adorable.

"She'll fit right in." He whispered softly.

#criminal minds #Aaron Hotchner #Jason Gideon #derek morgan #criminal minds fanfiction

[flwersgarden]

omgg can you do something with yandere viktor hargreeves with a girly reader? like the reader loves skirts and dresses and viktor thinks it's so adorable how sweet and innocent like it is? is that fine with you

note: omg this is my first request so ignore the screaming inside state of mind i'm in rn... anyway! i loveeeee this idea and it's fine by me, hope you like it lovely anon. <3

viktor's life was filled with chaos since the first day, from his dad shitty parental ways to his brothers fighting just to see who gets the first sip of coffee in the morning. he thought this was his life, his without-purpose life.

until he found you.

he remembers that day as the day he started to thank the universe.

he was shopping with diego and luther, both of his brothers wanting to help him choose some comfortable clothes since they couldn't find anything else to do. at first he was tired (mentally and physically), he didn't want to come and endure their endless bickering and just as he was about to step in luther's speech of black not being the best of colors, his eyes caught a glimpse of your pink skirt.

it was the most... pink clothing he has ever seen.

taking two steps back to see your figure clearly, he swears he could feel the shine in his eyes as he saw you.

you were wearing a soft pink outfit, as if you walked straight out of a barbie magazine, your small smile brighter than the lipgloss in your lips, your manicured hands touching the fabric of a dress that caught your attention; oblivious to the hargreeves sibling stare.

“ hey! ” two voices scream behind him, making viktor slightly jump and raise a fist as a mechanism of defense, turning his head.

“ jesus christ! ” he exclaims with an annoyed glare, now lowering his hand, almost angry that the sight of you disappeared as both of them walked in front of him.

“ we just asked, five times, ” diego holds his hand with five fingers as an emphasis “, your opinion in this shirt and you ignored us- did an emo jacket stole your attention or what? ” diego, more annoyed than viktor, asks with his usual big brother tone; reminding him that time ben called him an emo.

“ n-no, i just got distracted, that's all, no big deal. ” first mistake, never say you got distracted to any of the hargreeves, they will ask—.

“ by what? ” luther asks, putting down a jacket as he looks at viktor; now curious.

viktor just shrugs, now looking at the shirts displayed next to him.

“... by who? ” diego then asks.

viktor looks at him for two seconds. second mistake, corporal language is diego's favorite thing.

“ no way! ” diego screams, getting two close customers attention, viktor now shushing him.

“ wait, i don't get it. ” oblivious luther says with an exasperated look, diego looking around while viktor tries to hide both of them (as if that could be possible).

“ stop, shut up! it's nothing, let's just go- please, please. ” viktor begs, thinking if his dignity is still valuable with the thought of getting in his knees to pray to whoever is up there to have mercy on him.

“ tell me, come on, i won't say anything. ” diego says in a whisper, as if luther wasn't there - who still is clueless.

“ if i tell you, will you stop? ” viktor asks, looking directly at diego's eyes.

“ okay. ”

“ i got distracted by the girl behind me, no big deal, just thought- ”

viktor didn't have time to think of an excuse as diego walks straight to you, being the only girl in the store helped, a triumphant smile in his face.

“ hey, what's up? i'm diego. ” diego says, 'softly', to you.

you raise your head, a surprised glint in your eyes, a beautiful smile now covering your face.

“ hi, i'm y/n! ” you exclaim, clearly excited of meeting new people, your dresses hanging from your arm.

diego has to take a moment, he now understands why viktor got so distracted.

“ hey, so, my brother, ” he points to viktor, who just looks at luther, clearly distressed, his hands grabbing his hair. “ thinks you're beautiful and wants to date you... i think, but he definitely thinks you're beautiful. ”

you're still looking at both of the men behind diego, watching how a tall, buff man tries to calm his brother. tilting your head you giggle, clearly amused.

“ oh well, i'd like to, he seems cute so yeah! ”

“ great. — hey viktor! ” diego then screams, making you slightly jump, hugging your dresses.

viktor turns around, diego calls him over again, making his way to the both of you as he did not want to leave you alone with diego; the sight of him so close to you making him want to stop being the pacifist of the family.

“ hey, i'm sorry, whatever he told you is just- well, we are just- ”

“ she said yes. ” that interrupts viktor rambling, who now frowns in confusion, staring at diego.

“ y-yes to what? ”

“ our date. ” you softly say, gaining viktor's attention once again; who 'dumbly' smiles at you with a starstruck look.

“ o-our date? ” he stutters again, making you giggle, nodding your head while walking a little closer to him.

luther slowly made their way to the three of you, taking diego by the collar of his shirt to give a bit of privacy to their brother, while thinking of a way to scold him for intruding in viktor's love life (even if he would've done the same).

“ you're so cute. ” you say, now feeling a bit nervous at seeing how good looking he was, now that you looked closer, your fingers playing with the fabric of the dresses you were carrying. “ when's the date? — oh! you know, i know a very good café- it's a cat café! you can hug cats! and they're clean so you don't have to worry about higiene or that. ” you start talking excitedly about the place, viktor's gaze just full of love and affection as he hears everything you say, both of you oblivious to the beautiful moments that were going to follow.

️️ ️️️️️️️️️꙳ ᡃ. ۪ ࣪ 𖦹 ֑ ׂ ۪ ٞ ּ ໋ ݂ ﹢𓄹 ִ ׂ 𝅄 ᡃ. ۪ ࣪ 𖦹 ֑ ࣪ ✿ ۪ ٞ ּ 𝅄ᡃ. ۪ ࣪ 𖦹 ֑ ׂ ۪ ٞ ּ ໋ ݂ ﹢𓄹 ִ ׂ 𝅄 ꙳

a few weeks forwards to that moment, viktor smiles as he watches you model some skirts a friend gifted you; one of the now few friends you had, your boyfriend advising the type of people you should befriend (him and his family) and you listened to him, of course! he is your boyfriend and he wants the best for you.

“ so? ” you ask with a smile in your face, your back facing a big mirror, viktor sitting in your soft bed while holding a teddy bear you had.

“ you look beautiful. ” he says, blinking a few times just to make sure you're not a figment of his imagination.

you pout, making viktor worry he said the wrong thing.

“ vik, you said that already! ” you stomp your feet, a somewhat relieved sigh leaves viktor lips as he stands up, leaving mr. fluff in your bed.

“ i mean, what else can i say? you look cute, perfect, so so so pretty, my beautiful baby. ” he compliments you to no end, knowing you just want all his attention, holding your face to plant a kiss in your pouting lips who now turns into a shy smile.

“ and? ” you ask as you bring your hands behind your back, blinking a few times looking at the ceiling of your room, making viktor laugh at how adorable you looked.

“ and i love you so much. ” he says, almost in a whisper, his smile never leaving his face.

“ hmph, i knooow. ” you say in a 'singsong' voice, giggling as viktor tickles you a bit. “ okay, okay! i love you too- a lot, a bunch, muah! ” finishing your sentence with a kiss.

viktor stands there, in the middle of your room, you leaving to change in the bathroom, for a few seconds he laughs as he falls to your bed; bouncing a bit, with mr. fluff falling next to him.

“ cute, isn't she? ” he asks to the plushie as if it were to answer him, staring at the ceiling with a dumb smile in his lips.

️️ ️️️️️️️️️꙳ ᡃ. ۪ ࣪ 𖦹 ֑ ׂ ۪ ٞ ּ ໋ ݂ ﹢𓄹 ִ ׂ 𝅄 ᡃ. ۪ ࣪ 𖦹 ֑ ࣪ ✿ ۪ ٞ ּ 𝅄ᡃ. ۪ ࣪ 𖦹 ֑ ׂ ۪ ٞ ּ ໋ ݂ ﹢𓄹 ִ ׂ 𝅄 ꙳

you and viktor walked hand in hand through the big store, his other arm occupied by a few bags from other stores you visited.

“ oh, what about this one? ” you excitedly point to a flower decorated dress, the white cloth soft at touch, making you smile as you grabbed it and threw it to the small cart next to the both of you.

“ and this one! no- wait, that one! no, i know! ” viktor just, once again, smiles at you. the dress you were wearing moving like the waves of the ocean, making your silhouette more graceful as you walked to every section of the store that caught your attention, viktor following right behind you.

viktor was never a fan of shopping, it made him more confused than anything, but for you he was the biggest enthusiast. watching you choose every dress, skirt, top, blouse, sweater was almost like watching someone do a magic trick.

in his defense, he is so in love with you that everything you do seems amazing to him (who - almost - ended the world twice, traveled in time and had an alien for a father).

he is so in love with you that he took you shopping so you didn't think of him looking through your phone while you shower, asking you who the hell was 'alan' or... any other male contact that wasn't him.

he is so in love with you that he takes you to dinner, excusing him to the bathroom, moments later appearing to you with a bright smile as he grabs your soft hand to make you pay attention to his tenth declaration of love of the evening; behind you walks a beaten man, his bruised face now scared as he spots viktor, running out of the restaurant before you even acknowledge the surprised gasps of other people around you.

he is so in love with you that he gifted you beautiful white skirts so you can gush about it, looking through the bag, while he grabs some panties from your open drawer hiding them in the pocket of his pants.

he was just, so in love with you.

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Polyship with Atsumu and Oikawa:

Are you ok YN?

Oikawa Toru x Miya Atsumu x Female! Reader

Warnings: None? It's so wholesome 🥺 again idk what's wrong with me 🥺

AN: This is a request from my bestie Spooky anon!

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I spent a good long while laughing at this 🤣

Because like OMG YN-

Like are you seeing the same picture above that I am?

Because like these two are literally copy cat versions of one another

I just imagine them being on Team A during the promotional match and I can't deal 😅

Like how chaotic

But you know what, we love this for you

Honestly if anyone can handle it, it's definitely you

Our queen, our SAVIOR 👏🏻

YN the great 👑

So because these two are SO dramatic

Imma make this one UBER dramatic mkay 💅🏼

First off, you were hired by Kuroo as Team A's Manager

You lucky B-

Nope not today Tiffany, not about you 🤚🏻

However, our bbys didn't know this yet

So after you were hired, you decided to celebrate wirh your favorite drink at a local coffee house

Looking all stunning in your power suit and gorgeous face 😍

You get in line when you suddenly feeling a looming presence behind you

As in like 6'2" looming-

You turn around to see a man who really needs to tone his hair but hey he's cute 👀

You smile as he smirks back at you 😏

You turn around to walk up to the counter when some jerk face cuts you off

"Hey! I was next"- you say

The man looks down at you, rolls his eyes and turns to place his order

Oof 😬

"Umm excuse me"- you say tapping the man on the shoulder

He ignores you until 👀

"Hey jerk face"- the man behind you booms

"You cut this gorgeous lady off as well as me and these other people. Now get in the back of the line before I rearrange your face"- the blonde says as the man in front of you turns to face you

"I'd like to see you try"- the man says as the blonde pulls you out of the way and behind him

"Sir- you need to leave or get to the back of the line now!"- the batista shouts at the rude jerk

He scoffs as the blonde gets in his face and pushes him towards the door

"Get the fuck out and don't come back ya hear!"- the blonde says shoving the man out the door and onto the sidewalk

Everyone watches and cheers as the blonde comes back in

"Are you ok?"- he asks you approaching

"Yeah I'm ok. You?"- you say smiling back

"I'm great. Now let's get you your coffee gorgeous. By the way, my name is Miya Atsumu"

"LN YN"- you say shaking his hand and going to order

Now I won't get into much because I feel like you'd talk with Atsumu and then you'd both part ways

Atsumu is definitely kicking himself for not asking for your number

Little does he know 😏😏😏

Now you met Oikawa in much a similar way

Randomly before you started your manager job

While grocery shopping, you were reaching for a loaf of milk bread 😏

Your hand touched someone's as you quickly pulled it away

"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry!"- you say, apologizing

"Oh no please after you"- the man says smiling back

"There's only one left. I insist- I don't need it, I can make my own at home"- you

The man 👉🏻😳 you- you can make milk bread?

You smile and nod

"Milk bread is my favorite but I've never had homemade before"- he says

"Oh its really good! I make mine a little sweeter than most. Oh gosh, how rude of me not to introduce myself, my name is LN YN"- you say extending you hand

"Oikawa Toru but please call me Toru"- he says shaking your hand

"Well it was very nice to meet you Toru, I hope you enjoy the milk bread!"- you say, waving to him as you stroll away

Oikawa 👉🏻👁👄👁 thank you

Please Oikawa is too stunned to even move

By the time he realizes it, you've already left and he's cursing himself for not grabbing your number

🙃🙃🙃 don't we just love how things work out

The chaos I create makes me so happy 🥰

The guys all line up, waiting to meet their new manager

Please Oikawa and Atsumu are forced to stand together 😃

It's going great-

Not

"Will you please not stand so close to me?"- Atsumu says

"Maybe if your ego wasn't so big you'd have more room!"- Oikawa retorts

Team A 👉🏻😐🙄

Please we all know Kuroo created the teams just to cause this chaos 🤚🏻

The door opens and you stroll in

Gorgeous in your leggings and Team A shirt, hair tied up

Atsumu and Oikawa 👉🏻😐😳😲

You smile when you see them, waving at them

Everyone looks at Oikawa and Atsumu as they both say in tandem "Hi YN"

Atsumu and Oikawa look at each other and we'll, the picture above is literally them 👆🏻

You just giggle and smile "it's nice to see you Atsumu and Toru"

Our boys instantly stop fighting and immediately swoon over you

Now I think we all know exactly how this is going to go YN

They will fight for your affections the entire time

It's literally "YN did you see that setter dump?" "YN did you see that perfect set?"

YN this, YN that

Of course you are an absolute angel and you just adore them both

They will silently fight over you for weeks

Until one day, Oikawa decides to be Oikawa

"Hey YN! I was wondering if you'd like to go to the museum with me?"

Atsumu hears this and RUNS 🏃‍♂️ to you

"I was going to ask YN if she wanted to go to the outdoor gardens with me!"- Sumu

Again, see picture above for reference of interaction 🤪

"I know! Why don't we do the museum and gardens together"- you 🥰

The boys look at you and then at each other

They see how happy you look and both nod in agreement

Now this definitely has the makings of one of those polyships where it's like enemies to lovers for two other characters but they both have a mutual interest in the third person

Now, your date out with the two of them goes surprisingly well

I mean, as well as any Atsumu and Oikawa interaction can go 😬

They did argue and try to one up each other like usual

But they also managed to agree on a few things

Like that they both desire to beat Kageyama

and that they both think you are adorable 🥰

As the weeks progress, they somehow get in a routine with each other

Yes there is fights but they somehow manage to keep it locked down

"Hey YN, how about we go to the movies tonight?"- Oikawa

"There's this great Sci-fy movie playing" Sumu adds

"Great idea Sumu!"- Oikawa says as everyone on team A stares in stunned silence

You agree and hug the boys as you turn to see the team

The team 👉🏻👁👄👁

You 👉🏻🤷‍♀️

Your feelings develop as you grow close to both of them

BUT I also their their feelings for each other would develop too

Lile they realize they are more alike than anything

While I know them both to be super competitive, I don't think they would compete over you

Especially since I do see them as caring for you and seeing how the other one makes you happy

It's like a cohesive unit 🥰

A unit that sometimes fights over who is the better setter but still 💅🏼

In fact, it's actually Atsumu and Toru who being up the idea of a polyship to you

Now I can't say you haven't been conflicted

I mean, who wouldn't be

You literally have two hotties at your beck and call YN

Your feelings for both were strong but you'd never want to break up a team or a budding friendship by ruining it with feelings

Honestly same YN 😔

So you took what you could get and just let whatever you three had together develop

So when Sumu turned off the TV one night and faced you and Toru you were confused

"YN what do you think we have here?"- Sumu

Blunt approach- ok cool 👌🏻

"Umm well- I uh"- you, nervous

"YN Sumu just wants to know what you consider us"- Toru

Ok not clearing things up here but we must forge on

You 👉🏻🤨 umm well-

"Toru and I consider you more than a friend"- Sumu interjects

Literally this is a conversation between Sumu and Toru and YN is just an invited guest 😅

"I consider you guys that too"- you say

"Ok then it's settled"- Toru

You 👉🏻👀 what's settled

Congrats YN you now have two Boyfriends 🥰

What a dynamic team honestly 😅 love that for you

Your relationship has its ups and downs like most

But honestly you all manage to make it work

Toru gets homemade milk bread

You and Sumu take trips to the get coffee everyday

You talk to Kageyama-

Wait 🤚🏻

Yep that's right? Your boys are literally sulking in the corner as you talk to their arch nemesis

"Ugh why does YN have to talk to him?"- Oikawa murmers

"Right? She's out Manager and girlfriend" Atsumu

"You two are so pathetic"- Sakusa says walking by

Suddenly it happens, Kageyama pushes your hair back from your face

Faster than lightening Oikawa and Atsumu are right beside you

The literally said "I am SPEED" 🏃‍♂️ 🏃‍♂️

"Ahh get your filthy hands off of my YN"- Toru

"Our YN"- Atsumu 😑

"Right our YN"- Oikawa says pushing you behind him

"Toru stop"- you say as Oikawa and Atsumu face off with Kageyama

You manage to squeeze yourself in between the three, pushing Toru and Sumu away

"I'm so sorry about this Tobio. I'll talk to you later"- you say, shoving the boulders known as your boyfriends away

"You call him Tobio"- Atsumu 😱

Oikawa is literally making this face as you push him away 👇🏻

You just roll your eyes

"Having fun YN"- Aran laughs as he walks by

You 👉🏻😐 the time of my life

Seriously YN, that feels like your life motto dating two of the best setters in Japan 🥰

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miracle ☆ bang chan [ 1 ]

❱❱ PAIRING﹕bang chan x reader

❱❱ WORD COUNT﹕ 9k

❱❱ SUMMARY﹕ Once upon a time, mankind were the unquestioned rulers of this world. That was until giant alien structures called Miracles appeared, somehow making gods of old and new reappear in the world. But these Miracles left unimaginable death and destruction in their wake, while some were blessed with the divine power of the gods that returned. Brave heroes rose from the ruins of their destroyed cities to protect the remaining humans. Those granted the power of Gods were named 'Espers.' And with their extraordinary powers, there is still a glimpse of hope. But only so much can be accomplished as the Espers fight amongst themselves, and as the Gods fight above.

( based off the game dislyte )

❱❱ WARNINGS﹕profanity, mentions of death, (not-so) detailed depictions of violence, blood, character death, mentions of alcohol.

❱❱ NOTES﹕ woo boy... this one took me a few months. I'm very excited about working on this though and I'll do my best to stay consistent about it. message me to be added to the tag list for this series, and please consider leaving a review :)

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You had heard the news about the Miracles. Even if you didn't, it was hard to miss the giant otherworldly structure looming over the city of Gyrate. Upon its arrival, it left a giant crater in the center of the town you called home, taking countless lives... including your family. The Miracle had changed your life in multiple ways, yet you still took the risk by going out. You knew you shouldn't have done it considering the lurking danger, but you really needed to get groceries.

Everything was fine for a while. You were reaching the end of your shopping list and decided to try something different.

Strawberry jam?

You reached out, picking up a jar of the aforementioned jam. With a shrug, you put it back and picked up the blueberry jam instead, inspecting it closely.

Suddenly, sirens began to blare throughout the city, the sound alone making you jump and drop the jar.

—Crash! You flinched, stepping backward as the glass shattered and flew all over the floor. Time seemed to stop as the civilians around you scattered, screaming and looking for somewhere to hide as the sirens continued to blare.

You stood still in shock, turning to watch the crowd that ran around aimlessly outside the grocery store. The chaos was enough to cause a stampede and you began to worry for the city's safety as their screams echoed throughout the streets. The employee behind the store's counter ran over to the door, his hand reaching toward the lock.

A high-pitched screeching sound rang out as monsters flew into view and began to attack the citizens outside.

You had heard about the polygonal creatures that came from the Miracles. The Miramon were ruthless and beyond dangerous. If those who were in the center of the city the day the Miracle arrived didn't die on impact, they were finished off by the creatures that came shortly after. You clasped a hand over your mouth in shock and dropped to the floor.

How could they be this far out in the city?

The government swore they had everything under control and the Miramon would be contained inside the Miracle.

Slowly moving to peek out from the side of the aisle you were in, you watched as the people of Gyrate tried to defend themselves and hide. The traumatic sight of hundreds of people fighting for their lives and ultimately dying would never be erased from your mind. You couldn't do anything but watch.

You wish you would’ve turned away and ignored the people who cried out in agony and pain. You wished you put your hands over your ears and accepted your fate.

But you didn’t.

“There’s a kid out there!”

The words struck a chord in your chest as you watched a small girl with pigtails run to the door, frantically banging on it while everyone sat still and did nothing. Completely alone and afraid, the little girl gave up on entering the grocery store and ran towards the middle of the street, screaming "Help!" over and over again. The high-pitched cries of the child combined with the Miramon's screeching made you coil into yourself, internally begging and praying for someone, anyone to stop all the discord.

The girl's cries for help soon turned into screams of terror as a Miramon approached her, its pointy sword-like arm scraping against the asphalt below. As if an unknown force had taken over your body, you lept up from your spot on the floor and unlocked the store's door.

As the other civilians began to yell in protest, you ran into the street aimlessly, lunging toward the girl as the Miramon drew its sword back and moved to strike.

︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶ " They're a hero. "

" Hero? I see nothing but a fool."

Someone smacks their lips in frustration.

" Of course, you would say that. "

As you come to consciousness, a blinding white light greets you. You groan in pain, attempting to shield your eyes as the light only grows brighter. Your eyes surprisingly adjust quite quickly, but all you can make out in the white void surrounding you is three figures towering over you.

"Where... am I?" You manage to grumble, sitting up as you gaze up at the blurry people in front of you.

"Hell."

"Hades!" One cries, turning to face the person who last spoke. A deep cackle echoes throughout the void, and the laughter would probably be contagious in any other situation.

"It's best to be blunt here. You died Y/N."

Before you can even spit anything out, you're interrupted by another powerful voice.

"You're not in hell, this is the In-Between. Here, we decide who we want to bless with our powers."

Our powers?

"We are the Gods. Specifically Thor, Heimdall, and Hades."

"What the fuck."

Hades' laughter reverberates throughout the endless void once more as the Gods finally come into view. Heimdall is the first to appear, and what a sight for sore eyes she is. The physical form of the God of Foresight and Surveillance is a tall, pale woman with flowing white hair. Her skin is littered with glowing inscriptions of old nordic language, along with her tethered snow-white robed clothing. Six wings sprout from the goddess' back, glowing lightly with a rainbow-like tint.

Hades follows not too far behind, only slightly taller than the aforementioned goddess. He wears a dark cloak that trails down to his feet, and the edges of the fabric dematerialize like flames in his wake. His skin is dark like coal and his facial features are covered by the skull mask on the upper half of his face. Despite this, you can make out the way his eyes crinkle as he grins at you.

Last but not least, the God of Thunder follows shortly behind Hades. Thor isn't as tall as his colleagues, but he still manages to be just as intimidating as them. The first thing you notice about the god is the giant hammer he carries... and his large orange beard. Other than that, nothing else about the god is noteworthy.

"Y/N, we don't have much time. But in order to save you, one of us has to bestow our powers upon you," Heimdall speaks quietly, crouching directly in front of you to catch your gaze with her piercing white eyes. You blink, utterly confused and baffled by the whole situation, and you begin to regret your previous choices. "We're giving you the privilege of choosing, so choose wisely,"

With Thor's words of advice, you gulp and start to really think about who to choose.

Until another person appears in the void.

All heads turn in the person's direction, who appears with a flash of light and a loud crash.

"Shit," Hades mutters, his eyes immediately darting towards Heimdall who shoots up from her spot in front of you. "Hades, I thought we had more time!" Her stern voice echoes throughout the white void and the newcomer beside you stirs with a groan. "I didn't summon him! This must be Hela's doing." Hades retorts, moving towards the man on the ground. You take a good look at him, watching him breathe peacefully as the Gods around you continue to argue. You can't make much of him out from where you're sitting, but he has a head of curly brown hair, mature facial features, and a giant gaping wound across his chest. Hades kicks his side, immediately waking the man up, who yelps out in pain and shoots up faster than you did previously.

"We don't have time for a complete and gentle explanation, so I'm just gonna give you the run-down. We're Hades, Heimdall, and Thor. To make it here you've made some sort of important sacrifice. In order to continue living in your world you must choose one of us to bestow our powers onto you."

You watch him breathe frantically, eyes wide as he stares up at Hades. He looks over at you before his gaze darts back to Hades.

"You- I—"

The man's words are cut short as the white void begins to rumble, the white slowly starting to fade into black. With a guttural groan and a painfully loud screech, another figure appears in the void.

A tall woman with a red glowing crown floating over her head makes her way to you, her long black veil flowing behind her. She wears completely black attire, a long translucent dress trailing down to her feet. Along her chest is a skeleton-like decoration, which accentuates her waist.

You no longer feel safe when Heimdall draws her sword from the hilt on her back, narrowing her piercing eyes at the woman who continues to draw closer. "Hela—" Hades starts, crossing his arms as the woman stops in front of him. "— Who is this?"

The Goddess of Death merely smiles, her gaze wandering over to the man beside you. She moves closer to him, offering him a hand. Hesitantly, the man takes it and allows the goddess to help him up.

"Why's that any of your concern? I summoned him, so his presence doesn't pertain to you, Hades." The grin she wears on her pale white face is nothing short of devious, and the man standing in front of her wears his fear on his sleeve. He trembles as the goddess takes both his hands, her grin fading into a soft smile.

"Don't look so scared, doll. I'm saving your life."

"—Absolutely not," Heimdall interjects, stepping between Hela and the brown-haired man. Hela furrows her eyebrows, the ends of her dress sparking into small blue flames as she visibly grows impatient. "You have no say in who I bestow my powers upon, move Heim!"

The man looks at you as you stand there in shock, and for some reason, he... smiles?

What kind of idiot smiles in a situation like this? "Hela, please. Your powers are too dangerous for the human world!" Heimdall pleads with the goddess before her, who grows angrier as her dress erupts into blue flames. In the blink of an eye, she darts toward you, reaching out with pure malice in her eyes.

You shield yourself with your arms only to be pushed out of the way by Thor, who uses his hammer to block the goddess' attack. She growls, balls of fire forming in her hands as she throws them in your direction.

"No!—" Heimdall lunges in front of you, shielding you with her angel-like wings. Her hands come up to hold your face, a melancholy frown on her lips. "I must bless you in order to get you out of here alive," she whispers, and her hands on your cheeks begin to glow white. You shake your head vigorously, trying to pry yourself out of Heimdall's grasp. But she holds you firmly in place. All you can do is scream in protest, begging her to let you stay. To save him instead. But it all just fades away... ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶ Ding-dong! You flinch at the sound of your doorbell ringing, the sound ringing in your ears as you get up off your couch. The plush purple cushions call your name as you wander towards your door, expecting mail on the other side. You swing the door open, your face turning red as you realize there is a man standing outside and not a package from Amazon. "Oh!— I'm sorry... who are you?" You tilt your head at the stranger with platinum blue hair who stares back at you. He smiles professionally, offering his hand for you to shake as you stare at the intricate blue makeup on his eyes. He wears a striped blue, white, and red button-up shirt, along with a pair of black slacks. "I'm Hyunjin, a recruiter for the Esper Union. According to our radar, you have received a divine blessing, therefore—" "Not interested."

You try to shut your door quickly, but the man sticks his shoe in the way before you can reach the latch. He moves his face to the crack in the door and raises a single brow at you. "That's quite rude."

You let out an airy chuckle at the way he states that as if it isn't the most obvious thing in the world. You move in front of the crack as well, furrowing your brows at him. You recall that the Esper Union was founded by the people who were blessed by the gods, and they aim to protect humans and destroy Miracles. "I'm really not qualified to join the Union. I'm sure you're very busy and have other Espers to recruit—" "You're actually the last person on my list." You blink, chewing on your lip as the man continues to smile at you through the crevice in your apartment's door. He hums, crouching down to your hunched-over level to make direct eye contact with you. "I know what you did that day Y/N. You saved that child's life," He pauses, placing his hand underneath his chin as his smile fades into a more serious expression. "—She was a stranger, yet you took a sword through the back for her. We need people like you." "I just want to talk." He whispers, watching you rack through your brain for any other excuse to dismiss him. With a sigh, you pull the door back open and look down at your feet. "Fine. I'm sorry about the mess... I haven't had company in a very long time." He chuckles as he walks past you and into your living room, a slight smirk on his face as he wanders over to your couch and inspects your decorations. You shut the door, walking into the open kitchen as you watch Hyunjin stare at a picture of your parents. "Want anything to drink?" You ask, and he hums in thought for a moment. "White wine?" He requests, turning around with his arms folded behind his back. You hold back a laugh and nod instead, fishing a wine glass out of the cabinet as the Esper continues to inspect your living room. "Sounds kinda irresponsible to me, considering you're working." Hyunjin jumps at the sound of your voice directly behind him and spins around on his heel, not missing the way you smirk. He smiles and gently takes the glass of wine from your hand, shrugging the slightest bit. "I suppose you're right." He follows you over to your couch, sitting down in the most elegant way possible as you slump down on the other side of the sofa. You sit in silence for a few minutes before he speaks up. "What happened?— I mean... with your parents?" You pull your legs up on the couch, leaning your head back with a soft sigh. "They lived in the center of the city." You mutter, turning your head to watch how Hyunjin's face contorts in sadness. "I'm very sorry for your loss." "Aren't we all?" At your words he hums in response, taking a sip of his wine before placing it on the coffee table in front of him. "Have you been hiding here since..." "—Since I died?" He nods. "I wouldn't call it hiding. I really can't go outside anymore." Hyunjin turns his head to look at you, tilting it slightly with a perked brow. "What do you mean by that?" He asks, blindly reaching for his glass as he stares at your emotionless face. "Everything's really loud." He smiles into his drink, nodding slightly. "I know what you mean." "No, I mean everything's really loud to me." You deject, sitting up from your sad little spot on the couch to get your point across. "—Anything that's remotely loud makes my ears ring." "I see..." He replies, taking a mental note of your condition as you point to the sound-proof earmuffs sitting on the table. "I have to put those on when the sirens go off. Otherwise, my ears bleed." Hyunjin puts his glass down and starts to reach for the earmuffs, but time suddenly seems to stop as Hyunjin leans forward and his glass slowly starts to fall over. In an instant, you push him backward and grab the glass of wine before it topples over and spills. Time starts to move normally again and you take a sip of the liquid with a shrug as Hyunjin stares at you, astonished. "That's a thing too. I can somewhat...predict the future?" You mutter uncertainly, placing the glass back on the table as Hyunjin gently rests his hand on your forearm. "Y/N that's—" "Useless?" "—Magnificent."

Hyunjin finishes his wine, stands up from the couch, and pats you on the back with a gentle smile. "I'm afraid we're out of time, but I'll be in touch." You shoot up from the sofa, escorting him to the door as he hums softly. As he moves to walk outside your apartment, you grab the sleeve of his button-up shirt, feeling a tad bit embarrassed when he looks back at you with a perplexed expression.

"How soon will you be in touch?" You ask, feeling slightly less embarrassed when Hyunjin smiles softly at you. "I'll text you tonight about what my superiors say. But I'm very sure they'll want you working with the Union as soon as possible." You smile at his words, nodding as you let go of his sleeve and allow him to walk out into the hall.

He turns around before spinning back around just as quickly, pointing at you. "One last question— Do you know who blessed you?"

You blink, recalling the events that led up to you being blessed by the Goddess of Foresight and Surveillance. The recollection alone strikes fear into your body as you ponder the fate of the man who was in the In-Between with you.

"Heimdall."

︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶ The text you received that night from Hyunjin was indeed an invitation to join the Esper Union, albeit a bit unprofessional on the recruiter's half (considering he additionally offered to take you on a date.) Soon you would come to learn that Hyunjin's personal invitation was not a rare occasion because he was, in fact, blessed by the God of Love. "So like...Cupid?" You ask, watching the way Hyunjin's expression contorts into one of annoyance. He takes a sip of his coffee, a cold brew specifically, before placing it down on the table in front of him. "No- Eros." He replies sternly before he redirects his gaze to stare at the decorations of the coffee shop you're in. You stifle a chuckle at how easy it is to rile him up, taking a sip of your own coffee before leaning forward. "So what are your powers? Do you shoot people with a tiny bow and arrow and make them fall in love?" Hyunjin crosses his arms in retaliation, furrowing his brows at such an offensive accusation. "Absolutely not! Do you know how ridiculous that would be? How could you even think that I—" Hyunjin's angry monologue is interrupted by your laughter, and he suddenly realizes why you're pressing the matter. He smirks, shaking his head as you continue to laugh at him. "I see. You're trying to get a rise out of me by making a mockery of my blessing. Very clever." He sighs, checking his watch before standing up and pulling his jacket off his chair to put it back on. "While this date has been fun—" "Not a date." You interrupt, pointing at him accusingly as you stand up in turn, unable to miss the way he frowns. "You tease me too much." He replies, disappointed and a bit dejected by your previous statement. All you can do is giggle in response and shrug as you make your way toward the door, throwing your empty cup away on your way out. "It's fun!" You chime, practically skipping to Hyunjin's car as you walk down the street. He opens the door for you, like the gentleman he swears he is, and closes it once you get in. When he sits down in the driver's seat you turn to look at him, the anxiety of moving to the Union Headquarters finally settling in. "I told everyone to keep it down today— because of your hearing." Hyunjin's voice pulls you out of your thoughts, interrupting your nerve-ridden stupor. "You didn't have to do that... but thank you." He smiles, keeping his eyes on the road as you fidget in your seat. Hyunjin glances over, his smile fading into a concerned frown. "What is it?" He asks, and you're glued to your seat as your mouth goes dry. The memories come flooding back as you remember the white void. Hela's violent nature and blue flames consume your every waking thought. She wanted you dead— But why? You weren't an obstacle to her goals, yet she targeted you in the moment. Maybe she was just taking her anger out on the closest thing. And the man... what if she got a hold of him? What if she blessed him, or worse... —What if she killed him? "Y/N!" You jump in your seat, your ears ringing slightly from the volume of Hyunjin's voice. He looks at you with distress in his eyes, and his eyes widen when he notices you wincing in pain. "I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean to... You weren't responding, I thought something was wrong!" He frantically apologizes, reaching over to grab your hand. He gives it a quick squeeze before sighing quietly, nodding towards the building you're parked in front of. "I was trying to tell you that we've arrived at the Union. I'll get all your bags." You move to get out of the car but Hyunjin locks it as you reach for the door handle. "I'm getting your bags." He states, narrowing his eyes at you as he practically dares you to get out of the car. You perk a brow as he attempts to open the door, only to lock it just like he did. "Really?" ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶

"Are you sure you don't need help unpacking?" Hyunjin asks from your door, watching you as you start to hang up your clothes in the closet. "Yes I'm sure, you've done enough for me Hyunjin. Thank you." You hear the man sigh, and the familiar click of his shoes as he walks up behind you. You turn around slowly, giving him a soft smile before he reaches out and places a hand on your arm reassuringly. "You'll be meeting the head of the research department soon, he'll want to run tests on you and your abilities… Please don't feel obligated to do what he says because he can get carried away. And if you need anything please let me know." He gives you one last smile before turning away and walking out into the hall, waving goodbye as the door slides shut and you're left alone. As you finish unpacking your bags, your phone buzzes on your bed. —Dinner at 7:30 in the penthouse. It's supposed to be "formal" but you don't have to wear anything extravagant. Sit beside me? 🥺 You chuckle at Hyunjin's emoji choice, checking the clock to confirm that you have half an hour to get ready. You plunder through your closet before you settle on a white, lacey button-up and black dress pants. You shoot Hyunjin a text back letting him know you'll be there and of course, you'll sit beside him.

With 5 minutes to spare, you make your way out of the living quarters and towards the elevator. During the few hours you've been at the Union, you've realized how painfully white everything is. The walls are white, the floors are white, even the decor is white. And as the metal doors slide open, you realize even the elevator is white. You step in and turn around, examining the buttons— Right up until you hear the frantic footsteps of someone running down the hall. "—Wait!" You flinch, looking outside the elevator as a man with black hair runs in your direction. You finally realize what he means by 'wait' and catch the elevator door with your foot before it shuts all the way.

"Thank you so much!—I would've been late if you took off without me!" He steps into the elevator and turns around, reaching in front of you to press one of the buttons. The elevator doors shut quietly.

On the way up you study the raven-headed man, who wears a light red cardigan, a black shirt, and khakis. He checks the time on his phone and mumbles something about spending too much time on his hair. He looks at you and grins, his freckled cheeks turning a light red color in embarrassment. "I'm sorry— I haven't even introduced myself. I'm Felix." "Y/N." You reply simply, giving him a warm smile before you gaze up at the LED lights that indicate what floor you're on. The elevator suddenly jolts, then chimes to announce you've arrived at the penthouse. The doors slide open, revealing the penthouse's magnificent lobby. The floor is a brown marble-y texture that clicks underneath your shoes as you step out of the elevator. Felix points ahead, his gold rings shimmering underneath the chandelier's light as he nods toward a pair of doors.

"The dining room is straight ahead— I thought I'd let you know since you seem new."

You nod in response, following the freckled male into the dining room, and flinch as loud music echoes throughout the room. Just as you expected, a long dining table is in the center of the room and there's barely any room for anyone else to sit down. You scan the room, making eye contact with Hyunjin and immediately darting across the room to him. You try not to plug your ears but fail miserably as the high frequencies in the music makes your ears start to ring louder than they ever have before. Hyunjin senses your turmoil as you sit down in the chair beside him and he snaps to grab the attention of someone across the room. You follow his gaze, finding a wide-eyed man sitting near the end of the table. He tilts his head at Hyunjin, his bunny-like headphones going lopsided as he smiles at the Esper recruiter. Hyunjin makes a 'cut it off' motion, and the man at the end of the table turns off the music with a wave of his hand. A few people groan in protest, but a powerful glare from Hyunjin instantly shuts them up. You unplug your ears, wincing as you try to recover from the screeching ringing that still lingers in your ears. You thank Hyunjin by squeezing his hand underneath the table, not minding the way he interlocks your fingers and squeezes back.

The room goes silent as someone at the head of the table clinks a fork against a glass, and all eyes are on the man who stands up, holding up a glass of red wine.

"That's the founder of the Union," Hyunjin whispers, leaning back so you can get a good look at him. He's quite tall and wears an all-white suit adorned with intricate details. From your seat, you can make out golden lightning bolts and clouds decorating his sleeves and coat. The man flashes everyone a charming smile, tilting his glass towards your section of the table. "First of all, I want to thank you all for coming. I know everyone's been working quite hard at the Union lately and I hope this meal will serve as a reward for your performances—" The founder pauses to clear his throat before continuing his speech. "—And I know there are a few new additions to our team, whom I wish to personally congratulate and encourage to stay with the Union until the world no longer needs us. You have a lot ahead of you and I can only say that it'll be completely worth it." The founder of the Union smiles once more before he raises his glass, signaling the whole room to erupt into cheers as glasses clank against one another. Before you can even think to cover your ears, Hyunjin has you covered and does it for you. You smile softly at him, mouthing a 'thank you' as everyone starts to eat the extravagant food placed before them. When the room calms down, Hyunjin pulls his hands away and starts to eat, leading you to mirror his actions. You finish your dinner faster than you want to and feel your stomach begin to churn in response. Who could blame you? —The food was just that good.

One by one people begin to finish their food and excuse themselves from the table, and soon enough Hyunjin nudges you to tell you he's leaving.

"I can take you back to your room if you'd like?" He suggests, and you shake your head. "It's fine— I think I'm going to stick around a little longer and try to make some friends."

At your reply, Hyunjin chuckles, standing up from his seat as he shoots you a quick wink. You watch him as he moves toward the head of the table and pats the founder on the back. They engage in a passing conversation before Hyunjin leaves, and you're alone once more. You stare at the red tablecloth in front of you, trying not to eavesdrop on the conversations around you. Your advanced hearing makes it way too difficult, and before you know it you're completely immersed in the founder's conversation at the end of the table.

"Sir, we can only hold these Miramon at bay for so long. If we don't contain the Miracle soon—"

"I'm aware Yeji. Why must we discuss these things now? This is supposed to be a celebration."

"Because as more time passes by, the less you care about what's happening out there."

"That's ridiculous." You watch the founder scoff before he takes a sip of his drink, slanting his eyes at the woman with an eyepatch on his right. The woman looks young but holds a sort of mature aura about her, sporting a gray dress with her dark hair in an elegant updo. She tilts her head at him, furrowing her brow as he downs an entire glass of wine in one go.

"Is it? Everyone at this table is playing some sort of crucial role in destroying the Miracles while you sit in your room all day and—" He slams the glass down on the table and the room falls silent. The founder lets out a fake laugh, waving a hand at the concerned faces that stare him down. "That was an accident!— Carry on."

The woman shakes her head in disapproval before standing up quickly, tossing the napkin that was previously on her lap onto the table.

"Do not speak to me again unless I am requested for a mission."

You watch his face fall as the woman walks towards the exit, her arms folded and lips screwed up furiously. You chew on the inside of your cheeks, cursing yourself internally for listening to their personal conversation like that.

The partygoers only remain quiet for a moment before they disregard the woman's sudden exit, and you decide that you're too tired to stick around any longer. Without a word, you stand up from your seat and shuffle out of the room, letting out a sigh of relief as the door shuts behind you.

"Are you not a party person either?"

The voice startles you, along with the person standing right beside the entrance to the dining room. You practically jump out of your skin, unable to hold back the yelp that escapes your mouth. The stranger laughs, too entertained by your reaction to muster up a proper apology. You glance at them, a bit embarrassed but slightly offended.

"My bad," The man with blonde hair utters, a Cheshire grin on his young face. He offers you his hand, which you shake politely. "I'm Jeongin. I've never seen you around here— which isn't saying much considering I don't leave my room unless I absolutely have to."

You smile at the realization he has halfway through his sentence, pulling your hand away as he sips the drink he holds in his other hand. Unlike most of the Union, Jeongin has taken the "formal" part and completely disregarded it. Instead of a button-down and a suit jacket, Jeongin wears a simple gray hoodie and black sweatpants.

"Just got here today and—you really didn't plan to stay after dinner, did you?" Jeongin chuckles at your question, shrugging halfway as he offers you his drink. You decline it with a wave of your hand, and he takes another sip. "Well I'm not going to dress up for an event I don't plan to spend more than 10 minutes at..." He trails off as the music turns back on inside the dining room, then nods at the elevator.

"I'm heading back to my room now— Care to join me?"

You're not sure if he's inviting you to his room or asking you to escort him... Either way, you want to leave just as bad as him. So you nod in response and follow him into the elevator, leaning up against the wall as he presses the button for the 4th floor.

It's not until you reach the 4th floor that Jeongin speaks, clearing his throat as the elevator doors slide open. "So... What made you want to join the Union?"

The question is oddly conversational for someone as antisocial as him, and you take a moment to think about it before responding. Your footsteps echo in the hallway as he awaits your answer, watching the cogs turn in your head as you look ahead.

"I was tired of hiding."

He stops in front of a door, turning to scan his keycard. The door slides open as he turns around to face you, taking a step back into his room. He leans against the doorframe, tilting his head ever so slightly.

"Hiding from what?"

You're not even sure what you had been hiding from all this time. And the list of things you're hiding from can't be fixed by joining the Union.

You blink, watching a slight smirk appear on Jeongin's face. You shake your head and shrug, tucking your hands in your pockets as you begin to rethink your answer.

"Now that I think about it— that's not why I joined."

"Then what?" He asks, watching your blank expression mold into one of slight embarrassment.

"I was lonely."

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"You want me to do what?"

The head of the research department's expression remains blank as you stare at him, a dumbfounded look on your face as you hold a pair of sound-proof headphones in your hands.

He remains stoic, with only a hint of emotion in the sigh he lets out.

"I want you to put those on while I play different frequencies. Then, I want you to tell me what those interns are talking about," He repeats himself, gesturing towards two men standing by a coffee pot outside the glass room you're in.

"That's impossible."

The doctor's patience is growing thin and you can tell by the way he looks at you as he places his mug on the table in front of you.

"That's the point Y/N. We're testing how possible the impossible is to you."

Before you can reply he holds up his hand, walking over to his desktop across the room and ignoring your huff of annoyance. "Headphones on." He demands, and you comply.

At first, the tone that plays in the headphones isn't that noticeable. But over time, the sound grows increasingly louder and more irritable. You flinch as it reaches a certain point, gesturing at the doctor to turn it down. He raises a brow, abruptly cutting the sound off completely and walking back over to you.

"Does that hurt?" He asks as you slide the headphones off, nodding slightly as he picks his mug back up and takes a sip of his coffee. He hums in thought, a faraway look in his eyes as he stares up at the ceiling.

"Let me try something else." He mutters, wandering back over to his computer as you put your headphones back on and pray he isn't going to hurt you. The tone from before starts to play again, but with the press of a button, the noise no longer hurts your ears. It sounds slightly different, but without the ringing in your ears, it's much easier to make out what the interns are saying.

"—I cant believe we’re already sending the new recruits on a mission. I mean… they just got here!” One intern exclaims, pressing a few buttons on the machine in front of him before the coffee pot slowly starts to fill up with a familiar brown liquid.

The other intern shrugs as he fills his disposable cup with creamer. “Hyunjae wouldn’t approve of the commissioner’s plan if he thought it was ill-advised- besides. You have to have a little more faith in them… They’re practically superheroes.”

Your mouth practically drops to the floor as you take the headphones off, eyes wide as you stare at the doctor.

Seungmin practically trips over himself to get to you, a concerned expression on his usually stoic face. “What? Did it hurt again— Why are you looking at me like that?”

“They’re sending us on a mission already?” Your voice trembles, and the doctor notices how your hands have started to shake.

“Oh Christ— you weren’t supposed to hear that.” Seungmin sighs heavily, reaching up to rub his temples in frustration as you continue to overthink. “Look (Y/N)… You have plenty of time to prepare for this mission, and it will be light work compared to what you’ll be doing in the future.”

“What?!”

“Oh I made it worse…”

Seungmin takes the headphones, shaking his head slightly as you shoot up from the chair and dart out of the glass room. The research department is calm compared to the rest of the union, completely silent, save for the constant clacking of unpaid interns' keyboards. You stick out like a sore thumb in a crowd of pinkies as you wander around aimlessly, sticking your nose where it doesn't belong.

You overhear the strangest of things that don't make a bit of sense without context.

"Chan said the briefing for the mission will be this afternoon. I just don't understand why we're rushing into this... I know that Hyunjae trusts the commissioner with every ounce of his being— But these recruits aren't ready for anything." You huff, overhearing a phone call that you should've just ignored. Your feet carry you towards the elevator and before you know it— You're standing outside of Hyunjin's room.

You knock once and the door instantly flies open.

Hyunjin looks stressed, angry, and annoyed all in one screwed-up expression. But when he realizes it's you— It all fades away.

"Oh— Why didn't you text me? I would've ordered food and-" He's abruptly cut off by your hand over his mouth and he realizes that you're not coming over to hang out.

"What do you know about the mission they're sending us on?"

He sighs as if the entire weight of the world is on his shoulders, and moves away from the doorway so you can enter his dorm. Wordlessly, you slip through the door and it slides shut.

Hyunjin gestures for you to sit on his bed and you comply as he pulls up a chair, spinning it around so he can sit on it backward. "How'd you find out?" He asks curiously. You simply tap one of your ears.

"Ah— Right. Well... I don't know much considering I'm not in control of that kind of thing. But I do know you'll be collecting a large piece of the Miracle for research." Your eyes widen and you can't help but throw your hands up in protest. "I know, I know! Just... don't think the worst yet—" "Don't think the worst?! Christ, Hyunjin— If the Union's most powerful Espers can't keep the Miramon contained, how do they expect a bunch of rookies to— not only enter the Miramon's domain— But extract a piece of a Miracle?!!" "Stop freaking out!" "I'm not freaking out!"

Hyunjin stares at you with a blank expression and you realize you're painfully tugging at the roots of your hair.

"I'm freaking out."

Hyunjin lets out an airy chuckle and reaches for your hands as you release your hair with a grumpy huff. You purse your lips before laying your hands flat on his palms. "Look Y/N, I know it sounds difficult and a bit impossible but— I know the commissioner. He wouldn't set you up for failure because you all have amazing potential— You especially. Please just listen to what he has to say at the briefing this afternoon."

He squeezes your hands in reassurance and all you can do is smile.

"I will." ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶ "What are you doing here?"

Your voice comes out a bit sassier than you'd like, but when Felix turns around with a big grin on his face, you know he took it the right way. "For the briefing, of course. Why else would I be here, silly?" You smirk at his effortless charm and note his casual clothing. His black hair is a bit messy with bits of fringe hanging over his eyes, but he's just as cute as always.

"I thought you had been here a while." You reply, watching his grin grow wider. "Does a week count as a while?" He retorts and you shake your head with a chuckle.

Your conversation is cut short as silence overtakes the control room you're in, it's eerily dark and you can't make out anyone other than the people directly beside you. You stand at the bottom of the room, looking up at rows of computers and a balcony overseeing the area. A shadowy figure now leans on the railing of the balcony, accompanied by two other silhouettes. "Jeez— Can we get some lights on in here?"

The eery figure has lost all frightening qualities as the lights flicker on to reveal the founder of the union. He smiles, and the people you stand among begin to murmur in awe.

"Yes I know— You weren't expecting me. I just thought I'd pop in and give you some inspirational words before I let the commissioner say his piece. I know your first mission can be a bit scary and—" You immediately tune out the founder, not caring much for his ramblings as you realize the two people behind him are having a heated passive-aggressive argument.

"— I can't believe I agreed to this. These poor people aren't ready for what we're about to put them through." "You always question my judgment Yeji, why is nothing ever good enough for you?"

"I'm not even questioning your judgment, I'm outright ignoring it at this point!— He's going to fall off the railing."

"Why can't you just stop worrying— " "— It's my job to worry! No one else around here seems to do that. You just keep fueling a fire that we won't be able to put out once he goes too far." "What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means we won't be able to stop him when he goes off the rails."

The argument comes to an abrupt end as the woman storms off, her heels echoing just as they did a few nights before. The founder pauses for a moment to watch the door slam shut before he shrugs and continues his exhausting speech

"— Anyways... I'll be giving the floor to the commissioner now. Remember that my door is always open if you need me. Goodbye!"

And with that, the commissioner is the only one left standing on the balcony. He steps forward, his facial features difficult to make out in the dim lighting. He clears his throat awkwardly, smoothing out the navy blue military-like uniform he wears.

"Unlike the founder— I'm not the best at keeping things soft and encouraging. So I apologize if I can seem a bit... aggressive. I'm just as passionate as him, but realistically." He clears his throat once more before leaning over the balcony. "Can you all move a bit closer— I can't see you that well." A few uncertain mutters fill the room before you collectively move up the stairs to stand directly below the balcony.

You keep your head down, avoiding any direct eye contact with the commissioner. You want to get a look at him— But you don't want to be rude.

"— As I was saying. We have three weeks to prepare for the mission." He presses a button on the control panel beside him to pull up several diagrams and notes on a hologram in the middle of the room. You turn around with everyone else and stare at the projection in awe.

"Firstly, we must carefully and quickly travel to the center of the city. This cannot be done through vehicle transportation because they are too loud and noticeable. So we will have to efficiently travel on foot at a certain point. Secondly, when we arrive at the Miracle we must split up into tactical groups. One group will escort another to a pillar of the Miracle where we will extract a large chunk of its material. A third group will reside on the outskirts of the Miracle's crater and distract slash terminate any Miramon that get too close. Once we have the extracted piece of the Miracle, we'll leave the way we came." "Oh my god, we're going to die."

Felix's mutter is easily heard by the rest of the group, and you can't help but let out an awkward giggle. You glance up at the commissioner, who is finally visible thanks to the light of the hologram illuminating his face. He's shorter than you expected, but he has a more muscular build. He looks irritated, his round face screwed up in frustration as your fellow recruits continue to mutter and mumble.

He sighs deeply as he runs his fingers through his short black hair, annoyance seeping through every crevice in his body. He clears his throat again, this time a bit more firmly and with a sense of warning. The room falls quiet.

"I know this sounds difficult, but I assure you that you will be trained by the best of the best. Tomorrow we will begin training at 9 o'clock sharp. Be there on time."

And with that, the commissioner turns around and starts to make his exit.

"Oh— I almost forgot. My name is Seo Changbin. Don't forget it." ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶ "Where are we going?" Felix's question falls on deaf ears as you practically drag him down the hallway, leading him to the dorms reserved for the higher-ups. You stop in front of Hyunjin's door, knocking once, and just like before, the door slides open instantly.

You aren't expecting Hyunjin to be in the middle of his skincare routine, and the sight of his hair pulled back by a pink bunny headband has you reeling. "This is why you text people before you randomly show up at their door!" He exclaims as you enter the room, giggling as you tug Felix in with you. The door slides shut as you let go of Felix's arm and wander into the kitchen, searching for any morsel of food you can find. Felix stands in the middle of the living room awkwardly, eyeing the recruiter's decor. "How'd the briefing go?" Hyunjin asks, almost like a parent asking a child how their day was at school. You let out a giggle, snatching a box of cereal out of the cabinet. "A bit... hectic. The commissioner seems a little scatterbrained." You hear Hyunjin chortle from the bathroom as you plunder through his cabinets for a bowl. He suddenly appears in the kitchen to help you. "Changbin isn't the most organized. He's most certainly not the brains behind the missions. That would be the head advisor Yeji... she can be a bit too advisory sometimes and— You brought Felix with you?" Hyunjin pauses, whispering frantically as he realizes Felix is standing in the middle of his living room. You shrug in response. "Yeah, do you not like him or something?" You ask, stuffing your mouth full of dry cereal. Hyunjin curls his lip in disgust as you chew loudly, before ultimately shaking his head and grabbing the milk out of the fridge. "Not in the slightest, he's lovely. I just wish you'd let me know beforehand. I'm not exactly dressed to impress." At his response you roll your eyes, snatching the milk out of his hand as he gestures at the pink bathrobe he's wearing. "Can I have some too?" Felix asks meekly, peeking his head in from the living room. Hyunjin smiles, nodding gently as you fill your bowl full of cereal. As you expected, Hyunjin and Felix get along just fine. You eat a few bowls of cereal before you ultimately call it a night and take Felix to his dorm. The freckled man sighs deeply as he presses the button to open his door, glancing back at you slightly. "That was nice. Hyunjin isn't who I thought he was." You chortle at his words, perking a curious brow. He leans against his doorframe, giving you an odd look. "What do you mean?" You pry, watching his expression change to one of embarrassment. "Ah— I just thought he was a tad bit arrogant at first," Felix replies, his face flushing as you continue to laugh. "I can see where you got that from... I'll see you tomorrow." You deject, stepping away from his door slowly. Felix smiles, his eyes crinkling as he raises the corners of his lips. "9 o'clock sharp." He replies with a wave, and you return the gesture. The walk to your dorm isn't that far (thankfully,) and you make it back in one piece. The moment your door slides shut, you faceplant into the warmth and comfort of your bed. Your moment of peace is short-lived as you hear someone clear their throat, causing your bones to nearly jump out of your skin. "What the fuck, Seungmin!" The doctor stares at you with his usual blank expression, only this time, the corners of his lips have turned upwards into a smirk. The brown-haired doctor tilts his head at your reaction, acting as if he isn't sitting in your chair, in your room, uninvited. "Why are you in here?" You ask, sitting upright on your bed as you glare at the doctor. He shrugs, tapping a button on his watch to project a hologram. "Out of curiosity, I was checking over your medical records. Specifically, right after you received your blessing." You lean forward on your bed as he enlarges the hologram, then you realize what he's showing you. It's a video of you in your hospital bed, still in a coma. You're tossing and turning endlessly, jerking violently as you try to escape seemingly nothing. "— Save him!" You see his face. "Heimdall—Please just save him from her!" You see Hela. "— Don't let her take him!"

The video cuts off abruptly and you realize you've been crying the whole time. You furiously wipe the tears off your face as Seungmin makes the hologram disappear. "Well, I wouldn't consider that 'medical records.' Regardless, what does this have to do with anything?"

"Something happened in the void when you met Heimdall. Whatever happened could be crucial to saving t—" "I assure you, prying into my personal experiences won't destroy the Miracles. Please— Don't sneak into my dorm ever again. And drop this conversation, I don't want to talk about it." Seungmin scoffs, jumping up from his seat with an exasperated expression. "Do you realize how selfish this is?!— The fate of the world is practically in your hands, and you refuse to tell me what happened!" You hold back the urge to slap the doctor as you usher him toward the door, rolling your eyes at his dramatics. "It's very late, Doctor. We both need sleep and I think this will be easier to discuss when you've had a full night of rest." Before Seungmin can utter a single word, you lay your hand flat on the panel near your door and watch it slam shut. You can hear him yelling on the other side, but decide to ignore him as you walk back over to your bed and lie down once again. This time you drift away to sleep without any interruptions. ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶ "Y/N wake up we're going to be late!" You jump out of bed, startled by someone screaming and banging on your door. Somehow you make it toward the owner of the voice, laying your hand flat on the panel and allowing the door to slide open. Felix practically invites himself into your room as he walks in, with what seems to be clothing in his hands. You follow him mindlessly, groggily mumbling about not setting your alarm. As you wipe your eyes you realize that Felix is wearing a black, skin-tight uniform. He waves his hand in front of your face frantically, snapping you out of your sleepy stupor. "—Y/N, we don't have time for you to wake up. Hurry up and change into your uniform." You groan, snatching the uniform out of his hands as you shuffle into the bathroom. In a matter of minutes, you've made yourself presentable and somehow make it to your reserved training room. You're in awe as you step inside the blindly round white room, and can't help but squint your eyes as you look up. The training room is cylindrical and quite large, and the roof is made of glass so natural light can seep in. Your fellow recruits stand in a circle around what sounds like a friendly brawl, and somehow you make out the voice of the commander through all the cheering and laughter. "Getting tired, Bang?" "Hardly, Commissioner." A strained voice replies, grunting slightly in what sounds like a struggle. You glance back at Felix, grinning from ear to ear as you lead him to the front of the crowd. The commissioner and another man are tangled up in a ball of limbs as they attempt to wrestle, but the only thing they're doing is proving who has a bigger ego. You chuckle at the commissioner's strained face, which he doesn't take lightly. His eyes instantly fly open and he glares at you. Through the struggle of keeping his opponent from pinning him down, he grunts out; "You think this is funny? You're going toe to toe with him next!" And with that, Changbin's assailant is on top of him and pinning him face-down on the ground. The commissioner sighs in defeat, keeping his sharp, annoyed eyes on you. Your gaze flickers up to the brown-haired man on top of him, whose face you still cannot see. Unlike your fellow recruits, the man is wearing a white tank top and black sweats. His biceps are practically bulging after his playful brawl with the commissioner, and you can tell they're great friends by the way he ruffles Changbin's hair. "Honestly Bin— You've been sweating so much you're losing muscle." The man jokes, standing up with his back facing towards you as he helps up the commissioner, who merely grunts in response. "I'm glad you've humiliated me in front of the people I'll be bossing around for three weeks. Way to make them respect me." The man simply laughs, shrugging his shoulders as the commissioner brushes his, now dirty, uniform off. "It's one way to make them respect me—The man that'll be training them for the next three weeks."

As the man turns around, your heart sinks into the pits of your stomach.

His face is just the same as you remember it. His smile is just as radiant and contagious. His dimples are just as charming. His eyes are just as captivating—His hair is just as brown. You can tell by the way his smile falters, that he sees you. He sees the only person who knows what happened that day. He remembers it all in an instant and it makes his stomach churn with uncertainty and fear. "My name is Chan... and I've been assigned to train you for your mission."

#bang chan x reader #chan x reader #skz fic #skz fanfic #skz x reader #stray kids fan fic #stray kids fic #stray kids x reader

[cypreus-and-willow]

Broken Promises

Summary: Ryo makes Saki a promise. So does Shuuji. Neither are able to keep it.

In the bleak silence of afternoon, the girl wanders alone. Floramon waiting impatiently back home for her to return. But she needs this. Time. Time to think. Time to grieve.

How fundamentally changed they are. That nothing will ever be the same again. She has real friends now. That's a good thing. Ryo is gone and so is Shuuji. Ryo will never complain about being nagged by him ever again. Shuuji will never have to worry about him running off and causing trouble again. That's a good thing.

Still, she can't get the images out of her mind. Ryo, her constant companion and temporary friend, running towards the hands, pleading and crying for the safety of his mother.

Shuuji, her cowardly protector and one time partner, running away from friends, begging and crying to stop the danger of his father.

Ryo won’t have to be sad anymore. And Shuuji’s dad can’t hurt him again. That's-

Eyes close, breathe in deep. Shakily.

That's a good thing. Right?

Do the others care? Did they even know them?

"I was close to them both," said her fake. Her copy.

Those things, those monsters. They'd taken from her memories. Close? Those two weren't close to anyone. Saki might’ve been the closest they ever got to having a friend.

“What's your favourite ice cream flavour?” She’d asked, out of the blue. Testing the waters of her new found companionship. Ryo frowned in annoyance.

“Don't have one.”

“Everybody has one.”

“I dunno… vanilla.” Liar.

“Vanilla has no flavour. That's so boring.”

“Don't ask then!”

A plain, simple, uncomplicated flavour. He was a little bit like that. His attitude towards everything was simple. He either liked it or he didn't. The notes of his sadness were subtle. The uncomplicated ice cream flavour tucked away in the corner, largely ignored but always there.

“Oi, Ryo. Today’s the last day of camp. Buy me some ice cream when this is over.”

“Alright, alright. I'll get you your ice cream, brat."

The loud ring of the shop bell brings her back to the present. A person smiling at her behind the counter; his grin wide and his cap, pink. "Welcome! What can I get for you?"

"Um…" she swallows the numbness in her throat. "One scoop. Vanilla. Cone please."

Gold and pink hues sparkle over the river, sun setting in beautiful silence. The pink glow of spring, welcoming. Entreating her to remember. Never forget.

The ice cream numbs her lips.

“Shuuji-san, I don't know if I can make it.”

The sun was rising blood red over the water. The two children so unprepared for chaos as to wear plain oxfords and ballet flats. Caked in mud as they crawled their way by the river.

"You will. We're all going back."

Then Shuuji ran and left her behind. She laughs. Typical, he was actually really good at running. Always running, moving ahead, pushing her past her limits, dragging her forward until she couldn't breathe. Dragging her upriver when they should've drowned or been eaten.

So their trail would be broken. So they wouldn't be scented by the wolf thing that hunted them. So they could buy just a little more time.

And they only bought time until sunset.

He never quite shone as bright as the sun but he tried his best to light their way. Even in the dark where light couldn't reach and he needed them more than they needed him.

She looks at her surroundings, vanilla ice cream quietly melting in her hand. Subtle flavours quietly meeting their subtle end.

I'll get you your ice cream brat.

The pink river loosing its hue, now a dull grey. The sun that lights her way home is leaving and she has to go.

We're all going back.

In the end, she can only remember the good.

“Ryo, Shuuji-san. I’m home.”

#digimon survive #digimon #kimishima saki #saki #tominaga ryo #ryo #kayama shuuji #shuuji #working title #will post to ao3 later #fic #grief #grieving #i honestly dont know if I should use honorifics #it feels wrong if i dont since we kinda use em in my language too #but Ive already written most of my fics without them

[nightmare-dreamt]

Hi! Please call me Frosch, she/they! Er... I think ask is still open? But if not, please ignore me. Thanks, and stay hydrated, fam!💮

So, um... could I please request a match-up? For such fandoms such as one piece, demon slayer.(and I noticed people usually ask for 3, so haikyuu?). Thanks!

So... a bit about me. I'm Gemini, INFP, and I am an introvert, plus a tad shy. Hmmm... I won't call myself kind, but I guess I'm a bit into "fairness" and whatnot. I try to help people in need but hate being tricked or being lied to, hate cheaters and playboys and etc etc. Meeting such people, my last screws gets loose, and i turn into an angry chihuahua. No shyness anymore, only a female Hulk. XD But anywho! I also adore my family and close ones, even if I don't show it by expressing it by words as often as others do. Usually, I just try to show it by gifting or getting to know their likes and dislikes? My temperament is melancholic one, but usually, I'm the one who cheers up the people around me. So I guess I'm a very adaptable person who can get on good terms with anyone, as long as I try. A bit of an easygoing person but petty at the same time? All in all, one big contradiction. I guess Geminis all like this? At least all Geminis around me are chaos incarnations.

Um. I have a huge sweet tooth, I love manga(yes, I'm also cap obvious XD), video games, comics aaaand novels. A big foodie. Hmmmm... Oh, I also try to write and draw too! But usually, I just give up, not liking how it ended up. XD Hmmm... my style is a mix of everything? Expect I don't wear dresses and skirts. So I'm a tomboy? Hmm... but I do wear some more feminine clothes too... Oh yes, I also hate pink. My favorite colors are black and white. I listen to pretty much everything, but I can't stand country. It's just... too depressing for my ass, thanks. X) Oh, I'm also love watching cartoons, horrors, comedy, and some other genres. Uhhhh... I don't know what else to write about me...

That's it, I think? Thank you, and have a great day! Thanks for the match-ups! Oh, and I hope it's okay if I go anonymously? A bit shy, sorry! If not, please just ignore my request! Again, bye and have a good day! Stay safe!🌻 (Sorry for all the mistakes. English is not my native language! Okay, bye for real now!♡)

Matchup for Frosch!

One Piece: Shanks

Food is something the two of you share and enjoy together. Whenever the two of you are out at a new city or island, the two of you rush off to go eat something, needing some sort of food in your stomachs. He loves taking you to fancy restaurants and seeing the smile on your face when seeing your food, it always makes his heart beat faster.

Shanks was never a man to care for clothing or what people wear, that was until he saw your style quickly falling in love with it. When the two of you go off to shop, he usually has you pick out his outfits, loving everything that you pick out for him.

Demon Slayer: Mitsuri

Gift giving is a strong trait for Mitsuri as well. One day, she found a small box on her doorstep with a little trinket from her significant other and she immediately found something to give back as payment for the generous gift. You guys have gifting wars, always wanting to one up the other.

I can see Mitsuri having a sweet tooth and that doesn't help with yours. The two of you spend days at cafes, eating all of the delicious treats, wasting all of your guys' money on the small items. You guys always come home and get confused, unsure of where both of your guys' money went, but when the notification of the payment being sent to the cafe was found, you two instantly knew the cause of your guy's problem.

Movie dates are adorable and can be spent together during any movie, especially with Mitsuri who will go out and see any movie, all except horror movies. Before meeting you, Mitsuri hated horror movies, always getting scared of them and never getting the concept behind them. Then, you came into her life and now she goes to see the movies no longer feeling afraid or fearful with someone strong by her side.

Haikyuu: Asahi

You both are definitely introverted, having all of the signs of one and that only makes your relationship stronger, knowing that the other experiences the same thing. You guys prefer having indoor dates and creating pillow forts in the living room only to watch all sorts of movies. (Another character who hates horror movies, but still refuses to watch them when your around getting to scared)

Helping people in need is a strong trait within the two of you showing the most when around your guys friends and families. You're always there for each other's events cheering them on, or when the other is in need of some help the other is there ready to be of assistance. You attend all of his games, making sure to be the loudest one there just so he can hear you and be proud of how far he has gotten.

#anime #x reader #anime x reader #headcanon #request #matchups #One P #one piece x reader #one peice #one piece #Shanks #red haired shanks #red hair shanks #Demon #demon slayer x you #Mitsuri #kimetsu no yaiba #mitsuri x you #mitsuri x reader #mitsuri headcanons #Haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #asahi azumane

[howlingday]

The Remnant War

For decades, the Mistralian Wmpire had been a powerful influence in Remnant. The Emperor and Empress have kept and maintained peace, stability, and order for the people of Mistral. But not everyone bowed to the emperor.

In the summer of this year, the Emperor Lie and his Empress are visiting the King of Vale, and are treated most graciously by their neighbor. That is, until the Emperor wanders through Vale, alone, where assassins await him, and what will come.

POP! BANG!

Two shots are fired, and Emperor Lie Ren is dead. Empress Nora cannot let this go unpunished, and the first declaration of war is made!

"Nora-!" King Arc pleaded, following her like an annoying bug. She turned to swat him.

"Empress!" She screeched, swinging her fist out in rage. "You will refer to me as Empress, and only as such!"

"Please, Empress," Queen Arc begged, making Nora question her decision, "I understand your grief-!"

"Do you?!" She pointed a baneful finger at King Arc. "Because I still see your husband is alive and well! Not murdered in the gutter like... Like..." She continued walking.

The Emperor meant everything to Mistral and her people. Nora knew the death of her Ren would not go unpunished. Not while she was Empress. Before his rise to Mistral's ruling, he owned a tea shop outside of his grandfather's domain. He was only hated by scoundrels who refused to pay him. This would be no different.

"Ren would want this, even if it means a war with all of Remnant itself." She looked upon her husband's corpse in one of the many rooms of the castle. He would be buried with his ancestors in the palace, and she would become the first Empress to rule alone. She heard footsteps and turned to them. With red and puffy eyes, she hissed. "Don't you have a war to fight?"

Elsewhere, in Vale, a voice hisses in the darkness. His eyes glow amber in the shadow-filled alley. He tries his best to withhold his cackling, barely managing to keep it down. Soon, a massacre would begin, and his Goddess would lavish him with praises. Tyrian Callows couldn't wait.

Chaos and shockwaves spread from Vale, causing a ripple across the globe. Atlas allies itself with Mistral in the name of justice, and Vacuo defends Vale to make it an even fight. Menagerie refuses to side with anyone in the coming bloodbath.

Threats and pleas are exchanged between all kingdoms. The Atlesian Czarina tries to calm the Empress from turning her own kingdom into the villain of this story, killing hundreds, if not thousands of innocent lives to sate her thirst for vengeance.

But it is all in vain. The situation spirals out of their control as legions of countryman demand blood for blood. War is inevitable.

"Please, you don't have to do this!" Cried a Valian father as his Mistralian wife and children cower behind him. A dresser flies out of a window, smashing next him. His family huddles harder. "We've done nothing wrong!"

"Tell that to the Emperor, Valian dog." The landlord spat.

"Do you think there are any cuties in Vale?" A Vacuan mercenary asked as their general was preparing for his speech.

"I hope so," his comrade said with a drooling expression, "since we're helping them out of a jam, I expect some honey!" The two share a lecherous laugh.

"Father, please!" A boy in Menagerie cried as his father held him. They were standing on the pier as a ship prepared to sail for Vale. "Don't leave me!"

"I'm sorry, my son," he said with a tear in his eye, "but I cannot stand with my kingdom's decision to ignore an old friend in need." He removed his white mask and placed it over his son's eyes. "No tears, Adam. You need to be strong for your mother."

"Yes, I said place an embargo on all Vale shipments!" Jacques Schnee roared into the phone. "That means to and from! I don't expect another phone call!" He hung up with an agressed sigh. "And how fares with Mistral?"

"Quite well," Arthur Watts smiled, "we expect them to be purchasing everything from us in bulk."

"That's the first good news, yet. How do you do it, Arthur?"

"I simply know the right people with the right contacts." He took a sip from his tea. "And the wrong people with the right contacts as well."

The Mistral Advisor marched in front of the newest charge. "And you are not to leave the Empress alone, under any circumstance! She is greatly vulnerable at this time, and is certain to do something reckless. You will protect her at all costs. Do you understand?"

"Yes." Hazel Rainart grunted.

"Mother, please, come with me!" Emerald cried as she hugged the woman who raised her. "We can find a place for you in Vale. You can be safe!"

Emerald's mother shook her head. "You are still young, my diamond. Go. Go where you will be safe. Your employer has assured me. Yes, Miss Fall?"

Cinder Fall gave a soft smile. "Your daughter's safety will be my number one priority. I swear on my own mother's life."

"Now go, before the dawn rises, and know that I will always love you." Emerald didn't respond, but she didn't need to. Her tears were response enough.

It made Mercury sick to look at.

Jaune Arc shook his head as he stared at the war map. He couldn't believe what was happening. His best friend is murdered on his doorstep, and his other close friend declares war on his home. This was a nightmare, and he couldn't wake up.

He felt a clasp on his arm gripping the table. He saw Pyrrha smiling at him. It was a sad smile, but also comforting. Her eyes were red and puffy. He let go of the table and held her. She wept in his arms.

"I know." He said. "God help me, I know."

The battle in the frontlines begins before the first frost. Soldiers cross borders by land, sea, and air. Bullets and shells scream in rage. War has begun.

#rwby #lie ren #nora valkyrie #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #tyrian callows #adam taurus #jacques schnee #arthur watts #hazel rainart #emerald sustrai #cinder fall #mercury black #sarajevo by sabaton #rwby au

[starsandauras]

Prompt 5: Cutting Corners

FFXIV 30 Day Writing Challenge Prompt 5: Cutting Corners

Streamer AU~!

Oh, CW: Brief attempt at body shaming (rebuked almost instantly)

“What have you done?!”

Yelling wasn’t an uncommon occurrence in the Amaurotine Opera House, quite likely it was far more common than it should be. However, certain events called for certain levels of volume.

Hythlodaeus sighed and watched as Hades clenched a dress in his fist and proceeded to unload upon the hapless costume designer, the shop manager having stepped well away from the chaos, though still in sight.

“This dress, that you’ve so kindly pulled from storage without prior approval, is not only from the absolute wrong era, you tried to put it on her!” he pointed with his free hand at the actress still standing upon the raised platform in front of the mirrors. Said actress was on the larger side, and she wilted slightly as Hades spoke. “Did you even look at the measurement sheet provided to you?! And now you’ve almost ruined it!”

Hythlodaeus reached out to pat the poor actress on the hand. “Not your fault at all, dear,” he reassured her, smiling up at her. “No need to fret.”

“Well of course it isn’t her fault,” Hades bit out, as though that should be obvious, still focused on the designer. “She should have been dressed in the proper size, not forced to fit into something that this fool decided was ‘good enough’!”

The designer puffed up in anger even as the actress relaxed under the reassurance (as reassuring as Hades could be, of course), crossing her arms. “Mr. Selch,” she started, lips pursed, “The ‘correct era’ would be a needless drain on the budget, not to mention the length of time it would take to create from measurement alone.” She looked the actress up and down, then shrugged. “I’m sure it’ll fit eventually.”

“First, there is no budget, should there be a need for more gil I will provide it, second, things that are done well take time, and nothing that goes on that stage will be done in any other way. Third, even vague comments about the actors’ bodies, even in this shop, are unacceptable.” The shop manager moved to step further away. “And you should have stopped this whole mess! It’s your shop, not the designer’s!”

The designer threw up her hands, narrowly avoiding her horns as she did so. “Then you’ll have to find a new designer! I refuse to work under such conditions! I quit!”

“Please do! The last thing I need is you designing velcro closures and saying your design doesn’t allow for linings, or, Zodiark forbid, saying fittings aren’t needed!”

Hythlodaeus sighed again, watching the designer storm out, tail snapping behind her. Why were so many of the usually well regarded designers such divas? He patted the actress’s hand again and helped her down from the platform as Hades looked around the shop. Only the newest stitchers were watching events unfold, the more experienced stitchers and all of the cutter-drapers were ignoring the whole thing.

“What, do you think that was this week’s show?” Hades snapped, making the lookie-loos jump slightly and quickly return to work. He groaned to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose as he walked out the door, placing the dress gently to the side as he went. Hythlodaeus followed.

“I think that went quite well,” he chirped, grinning as Hades shot him a glare. “I think the last one tried to curse you on the way out, didn’t he?”

“That was the last shop supervisor and you know it,” he grumbled as he swung open the door to his office. “The last designer tried to sic his carbuncle on me when I told him he was not to dress the whole cast in white; the lighting crew would have a fit.”

“Oh yes, that’s right,” Hythlodaeus said, a false innocence draped over his words as the two of them dropped into their seats, Hades behind the desk and Hythlodaeus in front. “My but we do go through them don’t we?”

“I go through them. I don’t know what you’re doing here.”

“Mitigating that sour look on your otherwise handsome face,” was the teasing comeback, and Hades just huffed. He pulled out the show binder and flipped through it.

“Of course,” he grumbled, pulling out the designer’s resume. “Akadaemia Poieten Oikos. It’s always APO. Remind me, Hythlodaeus, to never hire out of APO again.”

Hythlodaeus glanced slowly over Hades’s shoulder, making a point of looking at the degree that hung behind him. “You and I both graduated out of APO.”

“Which means we should know better, doesn’t it?” he easily retorted. He turned then to a small book kept near the aged computer he insisted upon using, flipping through it. “And of course it’s time to start the search again,” he grumbled.

“If I might make a small suggestion?” Hythlodaeus asked, then smiled as Hades absently hummed and nodded. “You know who you need to call.”

Hades froze, mid-page turn, and slowly raised his head. “No,” he said, voice firm. “No, not after that incident with the assistant designer.”

“Who else is there, my friend?”

“Taru, of course!”

“Miss Taru is currently in a long term contract with Saint Shiva’s Theatre, you’re quite aware,” Hythlodaeus said with a smile. “And Saint Reymanaud’s Concert Hall and The Sultana’s Players are in a bidding war for her next appointment. No, no, I’m afraid you’ll just have to bite the bullet.”

Hades huffed and started turning pages again. “Fine, I’ll call O’Donnell. But you will be the one to speak to her.” Hythlodaeus laughed and held out his hand for Hades’s phone, waiting for the other man to place the call.

It was always so much more amusing when Brigid O’Donnell was at the opera house.

#FFXIVWrite2022 #FFXIVWrite #Streamer AU #Hythlodaeus #Emet Selch #do we tag under that or Hades now? #look the man is an old tired queen who would totally run an opera house with an iron fist #also I did not intend to make a school with the same initials as the theater honors fraternity #but I'm not mad that it happened #it's my first time writing these two so please be kind #also thank you to the Bernadette Banner discord server #they were much help with suggesting bad corner cutting for a costume shop #Pairing: Let's Find Utopia

[biblicallyaccuratebeskar]

Metal Home

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Cornered

A few weeks passed and we lived on the run.

Din was right. Bounty hunting was a life not meant for the faint of heart. You were shot at, stabbed at, you slept in some of the weirdest places, and you always had some sort of ache or pain.

I was craving it. Being the bounty was far worse.

It was constant movement, constant paranoia, constant vigilance. We’d shaken off no less than five hunters and killed two. Both were close calls.

I asked Din if these people were like his coworkers. He responded that the Guild meant nothing to him anymore.

Karga left us a message. He claimed he had no knowledge of what the client’s true plan was before the meeting on Nevarro. For some reason I believed him. I sincerely hoped I’d never see him again, though. He was a relic of a time before. I wished the Guild nothing but the growth of dust.

We were both getting tired. There were bags under my eyes now and Din was moving slower. I worried that maybe when it mattered most he might not react in time.

In those days, during moments of weakness and fatigue, I thought of Reius. I daydreamed of it’s peaceful quiet and it’s friendly people. Din’s plea for me to stay echoed in my brain and something distantly within me regretted not listening to him. In that daydream, though, Din stayed with me. We would build a life like Kuiil advised, away from the chaos.

Of course, that was only a daydream after all.

“I need to go to a market,” I blurted out one day. Another great thing about being the bounty: you were constantly scared and in hiding, but hiding is painfully boring. I was sick of just sitting in the Crest with my guilty thoughts.

“No you don’t.”

“Just once. I’ll wear a hood. In and out.”

“If someone sees you-“

“Then we’ll just move on again, like what we’ve been doing. I just want one percent of my life back, Din. Please.”

He sighed. I knew I was being irresponsible. But I was dreaming of doing something reckless. Something I could control.

“If you’re not back in an hour I will raise hell in that town, understood?”

I shot him a thumbs up as I scrambled to the door.

——

It was too warm for a cloak, but I still wore one to cover my face as much as I could. The market was bustling. I peered around to look for something to eat, amazed as always at the vast and bizarre offerings the stands provided. Around me the streets were bustling with a current of people, luckily all seeming to be preoccupied with their own intentions. It felt good to melt into a crowd and be unaware of myself if only for a moment.

Out of the corner of my eye something flashed by, too quick to be a regular customer. My heart began to hammer. Slowly I moved my hand over my blaster under the cloak’s material as I continued to browse, doing by best to maintain an air of undisturbed curiosity.

A few stalls down it happened again. My head shot up, trying to catch a glimpse, but it was gone.

“You alright, ma’am?” a clerk asked me.

“Uh, yes, just looking arou-“

I saw it flash behind him. It was metal.

You’re kidding me.

I smiled at the clerk thinly. “Excuse me.”

There he was, standing in an alleyway just off the market.

“What are you doing, Din?” I hissed.

“...shopping.”

“Mmhmm. Why don’t you just say you don’t trust me to my face?” “I do trust you. It’s just I don’t trust anyone else.”

I tried to ignore the buzzing feeling that gave me in my chest.

“Ok. Well,” I looked around. “Do you want to join me?”

“Go ahead. I’ll be here.”

He was admittedly a little too conspicuous to picking around the produce.

I slipped out of the alleyway and back into the flow of people.

Now that I knew it was him, the presence was comforting. I felt him dip behind carts and slip through doorways, every once in a while seeing a sheen of metal shine through some tapestries or over boiling soup pots.

I was just finishing up, buying some pastries with a bright purple filling, when the hairs on my arms stood up.

Ever since willingly lifting that desert dragon on Arvala-7, it was like I got plugged into an outlet. I seemed to be more in tune. More aware. And now, more likely to sense danger.

I slowly surveyed the area under my hood. Nothing seemed to be off. I was about to blame it on my tenseness, when a figure swooped past me.

I saw a flash of red hair and couldn’t react fast enough.

An explosion rocked the market, heat billowing and debris flying. People scattered, screaming and crying. I frantically looked around for Din, and suddenly he was next to me, blaster drawn, grabbing on to me as we rushed through the settling dust.

Before we could make it out, stormtroopers flooded out of doorways and into the now empty market. Din and I dove behind an abandoned food cart as they gathered. I craned my neck to see how many and fear clamped over my throat. A whole squadron.

We’d been in tough spots with other hunters. This was different. This was Empire.

A voice came out from the crowd of troopers. The woman.

“Larkin Vega, you are under arrest for suspicion and treachery against the New Imperial Order.”

I looked between the boards of the cart. Through a crack I could see her standing there, posture pin straight with a smug grin.

“So the bounty hunters didn’t work for you, huh? Your little outsourcing plan failed,” I called out. Her grin fell into a sneer. “Cooperation will result in you keeping your life, for now. Any disobedience will result in your termination,” she paused for a moment, “and the termination of anyone who assists you.”

My gaze shot over to Din. He was already looking at me.

“You have thirty seconds to comply. Then,” I could here her smiling, “we will shoot with no mercy or discernment.”

Din grabbed my arm. “I’m fighting my way out of this one, Lark.” A dark, sinking feeling started to make its way through my chest.

I was done running.

“No. I’m going. They want me, not you.”

“That’s not an option,” he breathed out, gruff as he turned to look at the troops.

I reached over and turned his helmet to look at me.

He was breathing heavily. I could’ve said so many things in that moment, but I chose to say nothing, just holding my hand to the metal.

“I’m not losing you,” he whispered, and I could hear the strain in his voice.

I shook my head. “I’m sorry.” For everything.

“Five!” The woman bellowed.

I let my hand fall from his beskar.

“Four!”

“Larkin, please,” he bit out through gritted teeth, grabbing my wrist as I tensed to stand.

“Three!”

“Let me go, Din.” The strength in my voice faltered.

“Two!”

BOOM!

We both fell down flinching, his gloved hand flying to the back of my head. My thoughts was swirling. That shot came from above.

“What the hell?” Din muttered.

We craned our necks. The shots continued, scattering the troops as they yelled in confusion. More fire rained down, troopers flying. A helmet rolled past us.

Two X-wings rocketed above us, shooting more blasts as the engines screamed by.

They were New Republic.

Din was already taking advantage of the distraction, shooting down the remaining troops with deadly precision. The woman was nowhere to be seen.

I watched the X-wings land on the other side of the square, shooting up dirt and disrupting the carts bodies of fallen troopers.

Here’s the thing. Yes, we took exclusively anti-Empire jobs. Yes, many of those jobs were sponsored by the New Republic. However, everything was still for our benefit. The New Republic was no friend as long as our loyalty at the end of the day was to ourselves. Another enemy, but with a friendlier paint job.

“No more heroics,” Din growled as we cautiously walked over to the ships, blasters drawn.

The pilots lifted up their guard shields.

“Larkin Vega, I presume?” the one on the right, a round-faced man with a beard called out.

“Who’s asking?” I shot back, fishing for information.

“You’ve been summoned to speak with the High Council of the New Republic concerning some very important matters.”

Now I was wanted by the New Republic, too?

“What if we don’t feel like talking?” Din asked.

“I’m afraid you don’t have much of a choice in this matter. You’re a very hard person to find, Larkin. We’re not going to ask again.”

We stood there, tiny standing in front of the ship’s blasters. There was no way out of this.

“Am I being arrested?”

“Well, we didn’t bring any handcuffs. You’re to go to your ship and relinquish manual controls. We’ll bring you to the designated location.”

Din’s hands flexed. “Which is...?”

“Unimportant at this time. We’ve got eyes on you and your ship. If you try to run, you will not succeed.”

I nodded, jaw clenching. Din and I slowly turned and began making our way back to the Crest.

“We can outrun them,” Din murmured as we walked out of earshot.

I was about to respond when it felt like something shifted. It was like in the market when I could tell something was about to go wrong. But this wasn’t bad. This was like the wind shifting, pushing me in a new direction. Like a gut feeling charged with electricity.

“I think we should go with them.”

Din’s helmet shot over to look at me. “We don’t have to. We shouldn’t.”

“Din, I feel it. I can’t tell you why or how, but I can. I think we should go with them.”

He stopped and looked at my, head tilting towards me. “You’re sure?”

I nodded, eyebrows knitted together.

“Ok. We go. But if they-“

“I know. I know.”

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A Night in Zuzu City

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Hello hello! Welcome back to my very strange fluff streak! This week the crew from movie night heads into Zuzu city for a night of dinner and fun! And in very non-me fashion, nothing bad actually happens. As a note, some of the characters will be drinking in this chapter. Not heavily, nor in any non-responsible or unsafe ways, since they are all canonically around legal age. It's not an official tw, but if you don't like mentions of alcohol use here's your note.

Anyway, enjoy the cute chaos ((:

Word Count: 1795

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“Alright! Let's do this!”

“Sam, calm down.” Sebastian sighed loudly, following his friend off the bus. “We’re in public.”

“Okay, dad.” Sam teased back, sticking his tongue out.

“Let's just find somewhere to eat.” Maru complained, trailing off the bus with Abigail and Penny in tow. “I'm starving.”

“This is so exciting!” Penny grinned, glancing around the unfamiliar streets of Zuzu City.

“I could go for some tacos.” Sam suggested, Abigail turning to him with a deadpan.

“You could always go for tacos.”

Sam shrugged, carelessly putting both arms behind his head and starting to stroll down the street. “Don't see your point.” 

“Let's just walk around and see what's not that crowded.” Sebastian rolled his eyes, jogging after Sam and looking to make sure the others were following. “Though tacos do sound pretty good.”

The five wandered down the street they'd been dropped off on, glancing between colored signs and other groups of bustling people, peeking through restaurant windows in the last light of the fading summer evening. The first Mexican restaurant they found was absolutely packed—even the bar inside was full, with people standing between stools and servers running around in an effort to keep up.

“Oh hell no.” Maru immediately shook her head, glancing through the crowded window. “That's a three hour wait, minimum.”

“Maybe their outdoor seating is open?” Sam asked hopefully, the rest of his friends turning to stare at him.

“In this weather?” Abigail asked flatly, running her hand over a nearby wooden table only for it to come away wet. “It's damp out here.”

“Let's see if there's anywhere more open, first.” Sebastian started walking past the doors, motioning for everyone to follow. “We can come back if it seems like they cycle people quickly.”

“Well, what's up this way?” Sam strayed down a nearby side street, the other four not following.

“Let me check maps.” Abigail called after him, stopping him in his tracks.

“That looks like a sandwich shop.” Maru pointed down the side street Sam had stepped on, hand shielding her eyes as if to help her look further. “Maybe there?”

Sam followed her finger, frowning. “It looks deserted.” 

“Exactly.” 

“If it's deserted when everywhere else is busy, that's a bad sign.” Sebastian sighed, glancing over Abigail’s shoulder at her phone’s map.

“But I'm hungry!” Maru whined, starting to drift towards Sam and the restaurant she'd found.

“The place has good reviews.” Abigail chimed in, turning her phone screen towards Sebastian with a smirk.

“I know it's a bad sign, but everywhere else has lines out the door.” Sam said with a shrug, slowly backing towards the entrance. “We kinda gotta.”

“The reviews are good.” Abigail offered again, Sebastian shooting her a glare.

“Abby.” 

She shrugged, tucking her phone away. “Just saying.” 

The group filed into the completely empty restaurant, hovering behind Sebastian—who headed towards the small host stand.

“Oh, maybe this was a bad choice.” Maru mumbled, looking at the entirely wooden interior and how the few tables already had chairs turned up to sit on top.

“We’ll give it a shot and see.” Sebastian ignored her, smiling politely at the girl by the host stand.

“Hi! How many?” She asked, thumbing through faded laminated menus.

“5, please.” Sebastian nodded, elbowing Maru behind him as she snickered at his politeness.

“Right this way.”

“Do they really need to seat us in a place this small?” Sam mumbled to Abigail beside him, who loudly shushed him to hide her own giggling.

“It's dingy.” Maru said far too loudly as they sat down, thanking the waiter with a smile as she passed out the menus.

“It's charming!” Penny countered, only for Maru to scoff with a light grin.

“What a nice word for dingy.”

“Guys.” Sebastian groaned, four sets of eyes turning to him with varying smiles. “Public.”

Ignoring Sebastian’s complaint, they all dove into their menus to order a round of drinks—a Mike’s Hard Lemonade for Abigail and a strange mixed drink for Sam, while everyone else stuck to water—and then order food as soon as the drinks and a small appetizer of mozzarella sticks were delivered. After passing the menus off, Sam quickly took a sip of his strangely blue concoction through the two stirrers in the large glass that could be used as straws, eyes blowing wide.

“Whoa.” 

“Strong?” Abby asked, sipping from her bottle.

“I didn't think so, cause I didn't taste any alcohol, but wow.” Sam nodded, shaking his head a little before going in for another drink. 

“Oh no.” Sebastian put his head in one hand, ready to nurse the oncoming headache. “I'm not carrying you back to the Valley.”

“I'll do it.” Abby volunteered, Maru laughing from where she was sitting at the far end.

“No way you could carry him that far.”

“I could try?” She grinned, knowing Maru was right. “I could drag him to the bus, I bet.”

“I guess the Mike’s is hitting you hard.” Sam rolled his eyes, elbowing Abigail.

“Anyone else want a mozzarella stick?” Penny asked, pushing the mostly empty basket towards the middle of the table. “They're pretty good.”

“I've already had two.” Maru shrugged, leaning back in her seat with a satisfied smile. “Did everyone get one? Speak now or I'll eat the rest.”

“Oh, I should have some.” Sam said suddenly, reaching out to grab one and immediately scarf it down.

Sebastian glanced at Sam over the top of his water glass, pausing mid-sip. “Please tell me you're not drinking on an empty stomach.” 

“I had lunch!” Sam defended.

“Several hours ago!” Setting his cup down a little harder than necessary, Sebastian glared at Sam across the table.

“Oh man, that's why he's so loopy.” Abigail giggled, finishing off her bottle.

“I'm not drunk.” Sam shook his head, pushing away the half finished drink with unwarranted confidence.

“You're tipsy.” Snatching the last mozzarella stick, Maru grinned.

“I resent that!” 

“Here.” Penny rolled her eyes, stealing the snack from Maru and passing it to Sam.

“You're the only one who cares about me.” Sam lamented, faux-tearfully inhaling the food.

“How strong even is your drink?” Sebastian wondered, motioning across the table for Sam to pass his glass. “Pass it here.”

“Have at it.” Shrugging, Sam pushed the glass towards his friend.

“Wow.” Sebastian hummed thoughtfully after taking a small sip through the straw. “That's pretty good. What's in it?”

“Oh, here’s a menu.” Penny picked up the single page drink menu from the end of the table, handing it to Sebastian—who nearly spit out his taste of the drink as he found its description.

“Holy shit, what?” He stumbled out, sputtering a little. “It’s orange vodka, blue curaçao, melon liqueur, and rum?”

“I don't taste any rum.” Sam said in awe, taking the glass back and drinking more. “It really just tastes like Sprite.”

“It does, yeah.” Sebastian nodded, putting the drink menu down to go back to his water. “Nice. Not for me, though.”

“Want some of mine?” Abby offered the last dregs of her bottle to Sebastian, who rolled his eyes.

“Nah, I'm okay.”

They idly chatted while waiting for their food, eyes occasionally straying to the football game playing on the TV over the bar. Abigail ordered another Mike’s as the wait seemed to stretch on forever, already losing the buzz from the first one. She was only a few sips into it when Sebastian stole the bottle from her, keeping a hold onto it as he smirked and started drinking from it.

“I thought you were okay!” She whined, trying to swipe it back from him only for him to continually keep it out of her reach.

“Changed my mind.” 

She glared, trying one more time to take the bottle back—to no avail. “How dare you.” 

“You've had enough, anyway.” Sam interrupted, taking large gulps of the water provided with his drink.

“Says you!” Abigail defended hotly, crossing her arms and leaning back in her seat to pout.

It wasn’t long after that their waiter came out of the back with a tray heavily laden with food, balancing it expertly on two hands as they weaved towards the only full table in the restaurant.

“Oh man, I hope that's our food.” Maru sat up excitedly, watching the waiter with hungry eyes.

“There is no one else in here.” Abigail pointed out, though she was also sitting up eagerly. “It better be our food.”

The waiter was quick to drop their food off at the table, giving Sam his large burger, Penny her steak covered salad, and the other three their varying sandwiches. 

“Oh dude, this burger fucks.” Sam practically moaned around his fourth oversized bite, barely slowing down long enough to speak.

“That… is a very strange way to refer to food.” Sebastian said slowly, making sure to chew his food before saying anything to the table.

“Nah, he’s got it.” Maru disagreed, also working her way through her sandwich much faster than the others.

“I’m sure there’s a better way to phrase that.” Abigail shook her head, picking over her sandwich with a small smile.

“This is pretty good!” Penny chimed in, before the table fell into relative silence as they all ate their pretty decent food and passed pieces of it all around for everyone to try.

They paid and left as soon as they were done, wandering through the darkened streets to find something else to do, eventually landing on a nearby park—which really was just a small stretch of green space with a bench and a tree. Sam sat down next to Penny on the bench while Maru went to lie in the grass under the tree, Sebastian hovering over Abigail’s shoulder to keep an eye on her slightly wobbly steps.

“...thanks.” Penny said quietly after a long moment, a sobered-up Sam turning to her curiously.

“For what?” 

“Inviting me along.” She explained, watching Sebastian lightly smack Abigail upside the head with a soft smile. “I know it’s normally just you and Abigail and Sebastian, and Maru gets a free pass cause she’s his sibling, but…”

“Hey, don’t even worry about it.” Sam lightly bumped his shoulder into hers, laughing. “We love having you around as long as you don’t mind the chaos.”

“Oh, dude, she’s so tipsy.” Maru called as Abigail wobbled again, the latter whining loudly in protest.

“I’m not!” 

“You can’t even walk in a straight line!” Sebastian chastised, grabbing her arm to keep her from toppling over.

“That would make me drunk, and I am neither!” 

Maru sat up, playfully frowning. “Can we leave her here?” 

“Don’t tempt me.” Sebastian threatened, shaking Abigail lightly to cover up his own amusement. “Cause I will.”

Penny giggled, turning back to Sam with a wide smile. “I don’t mind at all.”

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