#thank you so much for the ask emi I had fun and I got pretty emotional <3 | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

all-my-love-for-harry · 4 years

Text

The first meeting.

summary: y/n and artemis met a handsome (to y/n) and intimidating (to artemis) man.

word count: 1.5k

a/n: hope you’re enjoying this ‘series’ as much as i am enjoying writing them! (also, i’m sorry if there’s any mistakes regarding y/n’s job. i’m not from the uk so i got the information from the internet)

you can find more of my shy little boy here

❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁

January, 2018.

If there was something Y/N enjoyed, was playdates. Ever since she got pregnant with she looked forward taking her little baby with their friends, have a conversation with other parents while they watch the kids interact. However Artemis’ number of playdates are limited, due to his struggle to make friends and talk with other kids.

But he did have one good friend, his name was Spike. The way the two boys became friends was still an unanswered question to Y/N, but she couldn’t have been happier when her little one had told her he had made a friend.

The Prendergast were a very chill, very fun family to spend time with, and it didn’t took long for Y/N to become close friends with Emi and Adam. They had started a little tradition to get together every other Friday night at each other’s places, and this particular Friday wasn’t Y/N’s turn to host the dinner.

The Y/L/N’s arrived on time, Artemis being excited to see his friend even though he just saw him at daycare earlier that day. He pulled from Y/N’s hand, making her walk faster.

“C’mon mummy!”

“Wait, we don’t want to drop the cookies we made!”

They made it to the doorway just before Emi pulled the door open and greeted them. “There you are, Spike was starting to wonder were his best friend was”

“Hi, we bought cookies” Y/N said as they stepped into the house, Artemis disappearing into the hallway as he ran towards the living room.

“You look tired, long week?”

“Sort of, collage students can take a tool on you” Y/N replied, sighing.

Y/N had recently taken a job as a collage teacher and while it has been a wonderful change in her family’s economy, it was indeed tiring and sometimes intimidating. But it allowed her to provide better for her little one, so she wasn’t going to complain.

“Well, tonight you can forget about work” Emi said, walking to the kitchen to place the cookies in the microwave to keep them warm. “Oh, I forgot to tell you but someone else is joining us for dinner”

“Oh?” Y/N raised her eyebrows. “Who?”

“His name’s Harry, you’ll love him. He recently came back to London and Adam invited him over”

“I want you to meet him, he’s a nice guy” Emi’s husband, Adam, came into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around Y/N’s shoulders. “I bet Artemis will love him too”

“Yeah, right” she chuckled. “As if you didn’t know my son”

“Worth the try” he smirked.

As if it was a sign, the doorbell was heard inside of the house, indicating someone new had just arrived. Y/N walked over the living room to see what the kids were up to, and she found Silver, Spike’s older sister, teaching the two boys how to drink tea properly. She smiled at the sight as she took a seat on one of the couches.

She heard voices coming closer to where she was, but it wasn’t until she heard the stranger laugh that she turned over to see. A handsome man stood beside Adam, he had chocolate curls adorning the very top of his head, along with beautiful emerald eyes joined by little crinkles at the side as he smiled at Emi.

He was beautiful.

Y/N saw as the three adults approached her, Adam smirking at her reaction in a way of telling her I told you so.

“Y/N, this is Harry. Harry, this is our friend Y/N” Harry offered his hand for her to shake and she noticed the rings adorning his fingers.

“It’s nice to meet you, love. I’ve heard wonderful things about you” he said as the shook hands.

“Pleasure’s mine” she smiled. She was gonna talk again but a little body crashed into her legs from behind, clearly hiding. “This is Artemis. Say hi, baba”

The little boy said nothing as he pushed himself further into his mum’s legs, clearly feeling intimidated of seeing a very tall stranger standing in front of his mummy.

“Hi Artemis, I’m Harry” he offered the boy the most friendly smile he could provide but he still wasn’t responding.

“I’m sorry, he’s… uh, very shy” Y/N blushed. “Darling, remember we’re polite to people” she said to her son.

Artemis let go of Y/N’s legs and took another peek to Harry, who was now crunched down to his level to make him feel more comfortable.

“Hello, Sir” he finally said, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink as he spoke.

Harry chuckled. “You can call me Harry, mate. I’m not that old”

Artemis nodded again. Silver and Spike came running to hug Harry, chanting Uncle Harry over and over again.

After the greetings, the kids went back playing and Y/N went to sit back on the couch, knowing how her son always wanted her close whenever he was feeling shy.

“Did I scare him?” Harry came with two glasses of wine. He sat beside her once she took it, mumbling a thank you.

“You didn’t. He’s just not so good with strangers”

“Missing his dad perhaps?” he inquired.

“You can miss someone you’ve never met” she chuckled before taking a long sip of wine.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s okay, I’m joking. I mean, he hasn’t met that piece of shit indeed but its fine”

“If it matters, I bet he’s an idiot” he leaned down to her, as if he was telling her a secret. Y/N snorted. “Anyway, I still hope I didn’t scare him”

Y/N shook her head. “Usually he’s like this, especially with other men, he doesn’t know many”

Harry turned to look at Y/N’s son. He was no older than four, he guessed. He had blonde, curly hair and hazel eyes. Harry thought his facial features were all from his mum, and he was so damn adorable.

“You have a very adorable one, looks just like his mum” Harry said, smirking at her.

“I know, right? Worth every back pain I had during nine months”

The two talked a little longer and Harry moved closer to her as their glasses became emptier. Harry thought she was very beautiful and charming, just like Adam had described her before.

He learned Y/N was 25 and a professor at UCL and she teaches at the UCL Department of Spanish and Latin American Studies in the Faculty of Arts and Humanities. He also learned Artemis was indeed four years old and had a passion for my neighbor totoro even though he has never seen the movie before.

“He just really likes the character” Y/N would say.

It was refreshing to see someone so put together at 25, he would admit. Everything that came out of her mouth was interesting for him, as he wanted to learn as much as possible from her.

The entire group had dinner outside, enjoying the beautiful night with light conversations and some more wine. Harry tried to talk to Artemis, but he still refused to answer him something else aside from ‘no’, ‘yes’ and ‘thank you’ for the time Harry complimented his shirt.

Every time, Y/N would send him an apologetic smile but he dismissed it offering her one of his own. He’s met shy children before, but usually none of them would be so closed off to him. He was good with children, heck, he loved them. But the one time he actually needed his charms with them to work, mostly to impress the pretty woman who happened to be the mum of said child, of course they didn’t.

In the other hand, Y/N was not surprised by her son’s reactions and felt bad for Harry every time he would try to talk with Artemis. She knew he didn’t do it to be impolite or rude, he just genuinely got that nervous around strangers. He even yelled stranger danger one time when a man asked him his favorite ice cream flavor, that man was an employee serving them the ice cream.

At the end of the night, everyone said their goodbye’s and Y/N went out of the door with a half sleep four year old laying on her shoulder as she carried him to the car.

Emi pushed Harry’s shoulder, silently telling him to go help her. And that’s what he did.

“Thank you” she said when Harry opened the backseat door for her.

“You’re welcome” he smiled. He observed how Y/N put Artemis on his car seat and buckled his seatbelt across his little chest. He also opened the door for her as the gentleman he was. “I… had a great time tonight”

“Me too. It was nice meeting you”

“Perhaps… we could go out some time?” he asked nervously. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to”

“I’d like that actually” They exchanged numbers quickly and Harry noticed how her lockscreen was a picture of Artemis in a Mickey Mouse costume.

“I’ll call you” he assured her.

“I’ll wait for your call” she smiled at him one more time before closing the door and starting her car and driving away.

☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁

Taglist!!

@odetostep

#harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles x y/n #harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fluff #harry styles fluff fic #harry styles fluffy imagine #harry styles blurb #harry styles imagines #had to post it again because i had some issues!

958 notes · View notes

mashiraostail · 4 years

Note

Aizawa gets hit with a quirk during battle and it turns him into a cat, he doesn't know what to do so he goes to his partner's house. His partner sees Catzawa sitting at her doorway and doesn't know it's him, so she basically catnaps him, thinking he's a stray, and takes care of him the rest of the week? uwu

omg this got kinda long but it was really fun to write fdlsk i hope you enjoy! >:3

You’d actually had a sort of late-night, later than you desired anyways, you were excited to just go home and get some rest. As you approached your doorstep you notice a black fuzzy blob on your welcome mat. “Well hello there..” You crouch down to the cat and offer a hand, “and who are we? Huh?” You scratch the back of its neck, laughing at the loud purring it replies with. “You are adorable.” You scoop it up, “if you’ve got an owner the time to run away is now, or else you’re mine. That cool?” The cat just settles into your chest, purring contentedly. “I’m taking that as a yes.” You set your things down but keep the cat in your arms, it doesn’t seem to mind. “What should I name you?” You wonder aloud. “Oh I bet Shouta will have a good idea.” You sit down on the couch with the cat in your lap, taking a photo of it to send along to the aforementioned man, “he loves cats. Maybe I should wait and surprise him with you.” You hesitate to send the photo, “I guess in the meantime I’ll just call you...” You look around for some inspiration, “I guess Eraser is pretty fitting huh? You know now that I mention it you sort of even look like him.” You press your thumb between the cat's eyes, “grumpy.” Its reply is just a meow. Aizawa isn’t too worried honestly, once he figured out what had happened and gets a handle on things he concludes this weird quirk will only be effective for a few hours to a day max. At least his quirk was still effective in cat form, though the cops were probably confused to find a bound up villian and no hero to claim them. He didn’t care much and with that in mind he just mozzies his way over to your place figuring you’ll take care of him, you always do. And he was right, you were happy to let him rest on your chest while you lounged around on the couch, watching TV late into the night, you scratched up his back with your nails and cooed at him every time he nestled closer. He knows it was a villain quirk that hit him but he’s sort of thankful, honestly, this is the life. “Alright.” You sigh and he rises and falls with the breath in your chest, “how’s bed sound Eraser cat?” You’re mildly concerned you haven’t heard from Shouta, normally he let you know when he returned and left for patrols, even if you were asleep. You figured his phone was dead or forgotten, or that Hizashi was accompanying him tonight. He is very content to curl up next to your chest and snooze there peacefully for the whole night. He could sleep for days if anyone asked him, you were warm and nice and sure he wasn’t particularly clingy but he couldn't deny how nice it felt to be coddled on occasion. Your bright laughter and the way you flick water at him and shoo him away when he sneaks into the shower the next morning is also welcome. “I thought cats hated water!” You snort flicking a towel at him, “get out mister, this isn’t for cats, I’ll give you a bath in the sink tonight if you really insist.” Though a few days pass and he’s still a cat, and what’s worse is you’re going crazy with worry. “I’m sorry, no.” He’s watching from his perch on your counter as you shake your head at Nemuri, Hizashi, and Nezu, “He normally calls me at least once a day if we aren’t together but I haven’t even gotten a text let alone seen his face..” You look forlorn, there’s a deep worry line between your eyebrows. “It’s alright. Thanks for the help.” Nemuri squeezes your shoulder, “I’m sure he just got wrapped up in something a little bigger than usual.” Hizashi nods in agreement, “we’ll let you know if we find out anything else, okay?” “Thank you Zash. I’ll call you guys if he turns up around here.” You squeeze his friend's hand, as comforting as he was trying to be you could tell he was equally upset and worried. “We appreciate that.” Nezu nods, “he’s a very capable hero, I’m sure we have nothing to worry about.” “Say, when did you get a cat?” Nemuri takes notice of the feline and you jump. “Oh you guys haven’t met him yet! I think he was a stray..” You scoop him up and bring him back to the trio, “his name is Eraser cat. Well, it was temporary, I was going to ask Shouta to name him but-” Your voice breaks a little, “well...you know.” “He’s very cute.” Nemuri laughs a little but it doesn’t do much to mask how upset she seems as well, “don’t worry, I’m sure he’s fine.” She insists and you nod, “I hope so.” When his hero costume and goggles turn up 2 days later you're inconsolable. Aizawa is trying everything he can think of to get you to realize what’s happened. He watches helplessly on the couch as you cry into Hizashi’s shoulder. Nemuri on your other side rubbing your back, though they each look equally heartbroken. You hadn’t been sleeping much at night since their first visit, he was used to you staying up to the sunrise scratching his back, and playing with his ears. But at least you didn’t cry. Now you cried. Even watching you sob into Hizashi’s shirt was enough to make him let out a warbled meow and slink over to your lap. “Oh I’m okay-” You let out a wet laugh, “what a good cat you are..wanna cheer me up?” You hug him, “you’re so cute.” Your voice breaks again, “Shouta would have just love you-” And as quickly as your tears had stopped warbly cries had begun again. Nemuri and Hizashi don’t leave until it’s dark out. He watches the various people that come in and out the next day, Toshinori comes with some sweets and Aizawa’s class. You supposed it was nice to see them if only a bit painful at first. But after the discomfort in your chest settles they do pretty well at cheering you up, offering you all the funny, sweet, or scary stories about their teacher that they can think up. Sekijiro comes after with Ryo, the pair is happy to sit quietly with you while you cry alternating between who lets you rest on their shoulder and who rubs your back. Kugo and 13 come with some food and finally Emi with plenty of teary-eyed attempts to pull some more laughter out of you. After it’s all over he’s curling up on your chest where you lay on the couch. “Don’t worry.” You murmur, you noticed the cat didn’t seem to like it when you cried, “I think I’m all cried out.” Your eyes are puffy and red as your hands cover his back. “Wanna hear about Shouta?” You ask and the cat’s ears perk up. “Yeah? I could tell you some things about him.” Your voice breaks a little at his name, “he was a good guy, a little grumpy, but..” You sigh, “he was just a softie.” You close your eyes, “and he really liked cats. He would have been so excited to have you. He was really strong too-” You bite back some more tears, “whatever...whatever did this to him I..I have to say I’m a little scared to see what it’ll do next.” The cat stands up and hops away, you laugh a little, “you’re so aloof.” You watch the black furball turn the corner and disappear. When he returns you’re about to doze off, but he jumps onto your stomach, you huff. “Excuse you. Hey!” You sit up, “what’s in your mouth?!” You try to pry his jaw open, “you’re gonna choke!” He spits out an eraser. “oh?” You pick up the pink pencil topper, “did you learn your name?” You perk up, “so cute!” You scoop the cat up to your chest, kissing his face, “you’re so smart-” The cat warbles. “What?” You set it down and it paws at the eraser. “You wanna play?” He hadn't liked playing very much before. He warbles again before hopping away and fleeing. Though he’s back in a few moments. “Now what do you have??” You notice something else hidden in the cat's mouth, he spits it out without a fight though. “Shouta’s keys?” You pick them up, “do you wanna play?” You ask again and jingle them in front of the cat's face. He swats at you. “I’m sorry.” You frown, “not right now okay? I’m really exhausted.” You stand up, “let’s just go to bed?” The cat leaps into bed with you a few minutes after you get under the covers. “Eraser please-” You groan as he kneads your back, “I'm exhausted.” Roll over and he drops something on your chest. It was a picture, one from your bag of you and Shouta, Hizashi took it on new year’s eve two years ago. “Huh?” You look at the cat, “why’d you bring me this?” You remember reading that cats like to bring their owners things as presents sometimes. “That’s very sweet.” You murmur, “I should get it framed or something, it’s a nice picture. He didn’t really like pictures..” You rub the cat's ears, “I didn’t mind before...” You trail off, feeling your eyes get wet, “but wish I had more of us now that he’s-” You take in a deep breath before you can start crying again. You set the photo on your nightstand. “I’m going to sleep.” You turn over, without huddling him into your chest like usual. Aizawa doesn’t know who to thank when he wakes up, suddenly human again. Though he is totally naked. But at least you wouldn’t be so inconsolable anymore. Your alarm starts to blare and you turn over, your hand hits his chest. “Shou.. turn it off..” You mutter, burying your nose in his arm. There’s a moment of reprieve like nothing had ever happened like it was all a weird dream. You did this occasionally, you’d wake up and grumble for him, ‘come closer’ ‘turn the alarm off’ or just a ‘g’monring shou’. In the days prior he’d tried to do what he could, even swatting your alarm off with his paw and curling up in your neck. Though it was never long before you’d realize that Shouta as you knew him wasn’t there and you’d dissolve into a fit. “mhn I got it.” His hand slaps the alarm button and it silences. Your eyes snap open and you scramble up, shrieking. “Shouta!?” You’re patting him down, neck shoulders, and chest, checking for any injuries, or any sign that he’s not really Shouta. But it’s all there, all the scars, and birthmarks, and hair, he’s exactly how you remember. “Where have you been?!” You place two firm hands on his chest, “and why are you naked? Not that I mind now, but have you been walking around naked for over a week? Never mind don’t answer that.” You take his face in your hands, “Oh Shouta, I’ve been so worried.” You shake your head, “we all have. When your costume turned up but you...” Your voice gets quiet, “we thought...well..God. Where have you been?” “I’m sorry to worry you-” He sits up, “i’m okay, seriously, not even a scratch. It’s all sort of complicated but I think what happened was-” “Wait!” You stop him, “I have a surprise for you!” “Well, the thing is-” “Just stay here okay? Put some pants on!” You scramble out of bed, looking hopelessly for Eraser Cat, though the feline is nowhere to be found. You’re standing by the couch when the sight of the eraser and Shouta’s keys discarded there put the dots together for you. “It was you?!” You shriek running back to your bedroom. “I was trying to tell you!” He insists, “like when I kept changing the channel to the news during broadcasts about me, or all of the random stuff that I always brought you!” He doesn’t mind the way your arms fly around his neck, he just pats your back. “So you’ve been okay this whole time?!” “Yeah, I was pretty well taken care of actually.” “I was wondering why he’d only eat leftovers and not the cat food..” You murmur and Shouta laughs. “Sorry, but it smelled really gross.” He lets you clamber into his lap. “Shouta I’m so happy to see you.” You hold his face in your hands, “you have no idea how worried I was-” “I watched the whole thing.” He laughs a little, holding your wrists, “ but it’s alright now. I’m here. I’m fine. We both are.” The kiss is welcome, warm, and familiar. Being a cat for a day would have been fun, but a whole week was sort of pushing it, he’d missed these sorts of sensations, your hands on his chest, arms around his neck, lips against his. “You watched me change like every day!” You hit his stomach and he huffs at the blow, “What happened to missing me? It’s your fault for leaving the door open!” He complains and you jump, “I live alone!!! And you tried to get in the shower with me?! You perv!” “You act like I’ve never seen you naked before!” He fends off your swatting hands. “It’s the principle of the thing!” “We see each other naked all the time! I’m naked right now.” He catches your hands and you stop, flush creeping up your neck. “Oh. Yes..you are...” You settle down a little as he continues, “and I really missed you...”

#aizawa shouta x reader #aizawa x reader #bnha x reader #bnha request #aizawa shouta

343 notes · View notes

cherrycokedup · 3 years

Text

This will get messy, I’m sure

Chapter one

Word count [6044]

Tags: lotsa blood talk, spiting? Miley is super aggressive, guns, knives, a whole death game, swearing, repeated words, chase scenes, mentions of murder, it’s the logic route, reference to forced love (maple) blacking out from pain, forced kissing

I think that’s everything but please let me know if other tags need to be added. English is my second language so please be gentle when pointing out mistakes!

Summary: Maple, Miley and Safalin decide to break everyone out of the death game. Except it’s a bit more dangerous than they hoped.

The plan was in motion.

Miley felt like she was going insane. But she gripped the key as she marched down the hall. Heels click, click, clicking on the floor.

Shit was about to go down. That’s how every good story starts, isn’t it?

Maple was right beside her. Such a tall girl, 6”8. Eyes orange with frazzled anxiety.

God they could just turn back. They should turn back. Let this run their course.

Miley slammed the door to the classroom shut.

No going back now.

Without waiting a moment, she took on her heel and chucked it at the camera in the classroom.

She counted.

Good. It’s all of them.

Miley locked the door.

“Shin, key. Give it.” Her heart was racing. This was a bad idea. It was a bad idea. She watched him sputter, trying to deny it was there. Gripping his scarf. Everyone else was yelling in confusion. And anger. Miley was responsible for two deaths after all. Her head was in a blur and she could barely comprehend what was being said.

Keiji was covering Sara’s ears as the name Joe started to be tossed around. Everyone was giving her a nasty glare to add on.

“Shin. Give me the fucking key. Unless you all want to die at Meister’s hands. Then you’re free to do so.” The words died down. Meister was a new name to them- as far as Miley knew.

Shin still didn’t hand it over.

Sweat made strands of Miley’s hair cling to her face. God she probably looked deranged. But, there wasn’t time to spare. She dashed over and took the scarf from his neck, before ripping the necklace off. She handed back the scarf, as Shin started to yell again. Sputters and curses.

“Hush.”

Miley glared, letting out a sigh.

“Good. Now show me your neck” She twirled the key between her gloved fingers, hoping he wouldn’t protest again. And just to her luck, he didn’t! Thank fucking god. She snapped the key in, turned and watched the metal collar clatter to the floor. It worked. Good.

“How did you know that would work? How did you know I had it-“ Shin asked, rubbing his now free neck as cold air rushed over it. The rest of the group was speechless as well. It must have been a shocking thing, to see the things that had been controlling their life for the past week, fall away as if it was nothing.

Miley didn’t answer questions, just shrugging. She really didn’t see why she should.

“Alright. Sara, get your ass over here” Miley had that tight feeling in her throat. At any time this plan could be busted. “Better yet form a line behind Sara”

Miley tuned out people talking and asking questions. She didn’t have time to explain anything. Every word was just. It didn’t matter.

Maple stood next to the door, somehow still looking gorgeous despite the situation. A bright smile, hands folded behind her back. The still amber-orange anxiety color swirling. Now was not the time to be gushing over the obstructor.

Miley went through, making sure everyone had the collars off. If everything was going right, Saf should have the exit planned out. Miley went to the door to unlock it.

Wait no.

Miley went and grabbed the heel she had used to smash the camera and put it back on. She straightened up and started to tie her hair back, sighing again.

“Mai?”

“Oh- yes?” The sweet baker perked up at the sound of their name being spoken, tilting their head. Hair fell into her face, as she giggled, brushing it back. The thrill of sudden possible freedom must have made her a bit giggly.

“May I have that knife? Yes, the one you’re hiding in your weird little glove cuff thing.” Miley turned around, smiling. Having step one complete- it felt intoxicating. Her head was dizzy and light and she couldn’t keep from grinning.

“Knife-?” Mai feigned her innocence, blinking.

“Yes, the knife. Don’t make this hard please.”

It took a moment, Mai looking conflicted as she glanced at Q-Taro. But the knife was placed into Miley’s hand, to which she slashed her long curls off. It was such a sharp knife, it didn’t take a struggle at all.

It felt so freeing, remembering the reason she had grown it out in the first place. How her lover had run his hands through her short hair, kissing her forehead. He had asked if she ever thought about growing it out. How much he liked girls with long hair.

She had grown it out very long to be fair. When straightened, it went down to her knees when Miley spent the time straightening it out. It fell just to her mid thigh when Miley let it just be curly.

The knife clattered on the floor, and then Miley unlocked the door and opened it, giving a slight bow.

“Well, guess it’s curtains closed for this game-.”

Sara, of course, started to lead the group to the door, always trying to take the position of a leader, before Keiji grabbed her shoulder, making her stop in her tracks.

Like a puppet and the puppeteer.

“Not to sound distrustful- haha- but you know exactly why I don’t feel exactly esatic ‘bout the group of us running off with you” His voice had that drip of sarcasm, he looked up, hand on his neck.

“Fine then. Don’t trust me, and fucking rot here.” Her temper started to boil up, still feeling the cold of her own collar against her neck. “Just get over it for a moment. I killed that stupid old man- or that ditzy boy, sure that’s true. You know the floormasters have collars. Take a brain cell or two to think about it.” Miley didn’t have time to argue her innocence. They had to fucking go now.

Fine. If they wanted to stay, they could be Miley’s guest. Miley left the room, Maple following behind. If they followed, great. If they didn’t, it would almost certainly be death for them. Recollared and right back to playing.

But, to her surprise she heard footsteps follow behind. A quick glance back showed the group following.

Ranmaru was holding onto Sara’s arm, and Anzu was happily chittering away with Reko, Hinako was trailing behind Keiji, Kurumada and Shin not so secretly holding hands. Q-taro was carrying Gin, as Mai and Hayasaka whispered. That looked to be everyone at least.

They got to the fourth floor, Miley starting to think this would all go smoothly. Maple had reached out to hold Miley’s hand, rubbing comforting circles into it. This plan could still very well end in their deaths. Something Miley had killed to avoid.

“Oh, Maple and Miley. My pretty girls.”

God fucking dammit Midori. He stood in front of them, a huge grin. Hands at his side, tilting his head. They had prepared for this, Maple already taking off in the other direction and motioning for the others to follow. So then it was just Miley and Midori, standing alone

“Don’t make this hard” Miley muttered under her breath, standing up straighter as Midori approached. He hummed, putting a finger under her chin

“Are you trying to ruin my game Emi?” His voice dropped in honey sweet manipulation, sugar water with a pink tint, that made you want to drink up every word he said.

“Keep my name out of your mouth.” Miley grabbed his wrist, taking his hand away from her, keeping eye contact. But, He had somehow managed to get a hand behind her head, and grab a fistful of her shorn hair. She refused to cry out in pain, biting her tongue.

“And you cut your hair short. It was always so pretty long” He continued to hum, gripping her hair tighter “Awww you used to love when I called you that.”

Miley kicked at his leg, making his grip faulted as she pushed him away. He laid on a floor with a smile, standing back up “if it’s a fight you want-“

Pain bloomed in Miley jaw, as it registered that he had punched her. And so she punched back. Midori gripped her around the waist, dipping her low. Like this was some sick dance. Each one hoping to kill the other. She slammed his against a wall, getting a whine out of him. To which he twisted her arm behind her back, and Miley swore she heard something crack.

She elbowed him, feeling satisfied at the gasp her let out, kicking his legs again. Miley could keep hitting and hitting. But the problem was, most of him was plastic. Most of Miley’s punched just left her hand scraped.

They fought for a long while, Miley getting more battered but the minute. Looking like she had been thrown in a mixing bowl. There was a cut above her eye that was gushing blood, and her muscles burned from it all. Her lip was bleeding, and biting her lip only left blood to put out.

Midori dipped her one final time, pressing his lips to her own. She must have tasted like sweat and metal. She bit his lip and he pulled away with a grin, her blood dripping from his lips.

And suddenly she felt it crack. Some bones but she couldn’t tell what.

And that’s when the lights started to flash red, the alarm system screeching. Which meant the group had gotten out of the death game area.

He laughed, dropping her to the floor, pain reverting through her fragile body. She coughed more of her own blood into the ground, trying to stand up. Hurt him more.

“This whole thing has been fun, but I have some sheep to gather.” And he departed, but not before spitting her own blood right back into her face.

“Gross.” Miley thought, wiping it away.

Her chocolate decorated corset made it hard to breathe, vision starting to blur. The effects of the fight were really starting to get to her. Oh god everything felt like it was on fire. Was she going to pass out? Be found and then killed for causing all this chaos? Was it worth it?

Her head was in a blur, as she pushed herself off the floor, leaning against the wall. She still had things to do. She couldn’t let this plan get ruined.

Miley pulled off her gloves, starting to tear at the buttons on her corset. Her mother had always kissed her hands and said they were the one of a lady. Her mother- had Asu-naro already sent someone to kill her? What about her sister and brother. The twins. Just turning 13 next week, her mother had adopted them.

Had Miley made everything worse? In her false haze of wanting to play the hero, had she gotten the ones she cared about most killed?

Miley felt herself sliding down the wall, no matter how much she tried to keep walking. Midori was a strong man, and a fight like that- honestly it was going to be deadly.

And just like that, Miley blacked out, falling into a crumpled mess on the floor.

Maple had to turn away from Miley as Midori approached, leading the group away from the danger. Her heart felt like it was cut up, racing through the hall. Well- it was.

Miley had clumsy cut open her chest, and cut wires, and connected new ones. Maple wasn’t in love with Midori, but it still felt hurtful betraying him.

clack clack clack.

Her heels were comforting. It was a constant noise. It was easy to tune out the chatter of the group she was leading to safety. Safety. Maple had never known anything outside of these floors. Miley had her memorize the map.

But once they were out of the secret door, it was whole new territory for the girl. It was a scary concept, running into what could very well be a death trap.

clack clack clack

Focus on the clacking. Keep yourself calm. Panicking won’t do any good. She couldn’t disappoint Miley. She had worked so hard on this plan, a plan to try and reverse all of the pain they had caused. Some redemption arc.

Maple rushed into the elevators, making sure everyone got on.

Back to the fifth floor. Maple had to pick something up now that Miley wasn’t with them. Backup plans were good. Plans are good. Safe. She dashed into the room with the Shin AI who watched Maple take a spare ID card out of the vent. The name reading “Emiri Harai”

Maple thought that was a pretty name. But it was back to the mad dash, once again rushing into the elevators. And skittering out, counting to make sure everyone was accounted for.

Keiji kept trying to say something. Maple told him to save all questions for the outside.

The outside was such a wonderful concept, an endless world. Miley had told her all about it. It seemed wonderful.

Maple kept pressing the ID card into the dirt walls. Press press press.

It was somewhere around here, it had to be. Maple started to hear the whispers that maybe the poor dummy had been fried.

The door opened, just like Miley said it would. Maple pushed everyone in, squealing. She could hardly wait!

Safalin was standing in that long winding hallway of stairs, and Maple gave her the nod that said Miley was caught up with Midori.

Safalin threw off her heeled boots, and socks. It would be easier to run without heels and socks could make you slip. And she was running back inside the very place the group had just escaped.

Maple counted the doors.

clack clack clack had turned into a clop clop clop. Just focus on that.

Door number and sounds. Focus on that and everything would be okay. She felt her wires turn into knots, feeling fizzing water boil under her skin.She shivered, hugging her arms.

Death seemed to hang closer by the minute, spinning around her head, the rope tightening around her neck.

There it was. The final door. Open it, and the death game was ruined. Don’t and surely some other workers would come and dismantle Maple, recollar the others.

The door creaked as Maple pushed it open, grabbing onto Sara’s hand. Sara grabbed onto Ranmaru’s and so on, a chain. Qtaro at the end, still holding Gin.

“ah…are you all ready?” Maple turned to look at them, being met with a chorus of agreements, thumbs up.

“Just bout ready as any of us can be!” Q-taro said, grinning. Such a hopeful smile- had he really learned to trust people?

Well. It makes sense that they would trust Maple much more than Miley.

“Meow! I’ve been ready forever!” Gin waved, his pawed glove bonking Q-taro in the face who chuckled.

The had to go well, for the kids at least.

“There’s no going back now. You’ve gotten us this far.” Sara nodded, looking at Ranmaru then Keiji. Keiji just shrugged, with his usual lazy smile, distrustful as usual.

Maple pulled them into the empty hall. The air was cool, and had that fresh office smell, their footsteps making a muffled bomp bomp bomp. It was almost deadly silent, no one even daring to breathe. Maple felt the sweat from Sara’s palm. She wondered what it was like to sweat. But she wouldn’t know.

bomp bomp bomp.

a door creaked open, someone stepping into the hall. They looked up from their paper, locking eyes with Maple. Eyes widened from both parties as everyone realized what just occurred. The man dashed past them, no doubt going to set off the alarm.

Maple started running, hearing everyone starting to breathe heavily behind her. They went through the door the man came from, running through the office area.

Oh goodness the noise. Everyone was shouting. And trying to pull the group apart. Maple kept her iron grip on Sara, and she just had to hope everyone was doing the same. Maple saw lights start to flash red.

God dammit.

She slid into the hallway, tile slipping against her shoes. She was knocking things over with her size, potted plants and printers crashing.

Clomp, click, bomp, clack.

As Maple dragged them through halls, and into different rooms, the floor pattern changed. Finally, Maple swung everyone into an empty room, and locked the door shut. Through the slats, Maple watched people run by. Most of them had weapons of the gun variety. But knives were also strewn in.

Turn around and count. Everyone was still there. Miley knew this was going to happen. Maple knew there was a plan. But it was just- god all of this was nerve wracking.

Get them out one by one. Or two by two

If Maple could at least do that, it would be okay.

She looked around the room, hearing everyone whisper to each other. Such a close knit group, forced together by a rope of death that tightened almost every moment. Keiji was going over something with Sara and Ranmaru. Anzu was listening in. Kurumada was lifting Shin up so they both could look out the door slats better.

Dammit this was stressful, Miley had warned her it would be. But actually seeing everyone. How much they were trying not to panic. The hope that they could go home was painted on their faces. But Now they were trapped in a room that no one had noticed them in yet.

Maple tried to remember the plan that Miley had told her, the plan for when they were found.

Get them out. Youngest to oldest.

Maple gently picked Gin out of Q-taro’s arms.

“Be gentle with him, will ya?” Worry shone in his tone, looking out of place now he wasn’t protecting the little boy

“Don’t worry woof! I’ll protect PancakeHead!” He smiled, eyes scrunching up. So brave. Maple just nodded, giving her best smile.

PakecakeHead

Maple liked that. It made her sound like some superhero

And she slipped out the door. The hallways had emptied, everyone assuming they headed for the lobby, the one with the biggest exit. Only sound was them and the alarm bells.

Maple pressed a finger to Gin’s mask, a silent way to ask him not to speak.

It wasn’t far from there, just down the staircase and into the old storage room

Finally, there was the door. Well- the back door. It was old and walked up, but as per the plan, Safalin had uncovered it beforehand. Maple opened the door to the back alley, looking around for a place to hide Gin. She set him down, a heavy sign leaving her lips.

“Stay out of sight”

“Okay meow!”

Could she trust him? Never mind that. No time for doubt. He was 12, he could handle himself.

It wasn’t long till Maple got back to the room. And she quickly explained the route. Because going one by one was a bit dangerous, and would take quite a while. And luckily everyone was already paired up. Which just made everything just absolutely much more convenient for Maple.

And Maple could take Hayasaka, since Gin was already gone.

And then they all went out.

And by some miracle, everyone met up in that alleyway safe and sound.

Everyone was clearly ecstatic. Taking deep breaths of the fresh air. Sara let her hair down to let the faint wind blow through. The bitter cold air bit at her cheeks, turning them red. Everyone was talking so excitedly, And quickly. It was nice to see everyone so happy.

She didn’t have the heart to remind the dummies about their battery.

footsteps pattered heavy, the only thing being heard- wait no. An alarm. That was also there.

Her chest shook with a cough, sticky blood spattering across her chest. It was warm, making her feel all the more sick. Everything honestly hurt, she felt like she had been dragged back from death.

Safalin held Miley closer, running through the hall, trying to just get out of the building. She couldn’t give a shit about the plan right now.

She had found Miley on the ground, her breathing rattling. When Safalin picked her up, she accidentally left out an audible gasp. It was just plain obvious with the way her side so easily squashed into Safalin, that whatever fight she had gotten into, something happened to her ribs. Broken, or something.

Running so hard against the tile with bare feet stung, each breath bringing a sharp pain. Safalin wasn’t exactly in shape. So she just felt almost like she was just going to wither away.

She felt almost pathetic in that way. She was just running. Not hurt at all. And Miley was on the brink of death.

Unfortunately, the sudden bang and loud ringing pain in her ear was absolutely to change that real quick. She felt blood ooze onto her shoulder, staining the white dress. It felt like the world was thrown off balance. The pain would kick in later.

clearly the security system had kicked in.

She didn’t have much of a chance to pause and figure out what happened. All she had was running. Keep running.

Adrenaline doused her, numbing most everything.

Blood on the cheek, dripping down her sides, caking to her leg. A slight burn was there, but Safalin chose to ignore it.

Rocks in the dirt dug into her feet, as she pressed her ID card quickly to the dirt and safely letting herself collapse in the hall of stairs.

Safalin wheezed in heavy breaths of air, pain starting to melt in.

Gunshots weren’t exactly pleasant. Burning filled her, spreading out and covering her, like a very thick unpleasant blanket.

The actual bullets hadn’t hurt at all. It felt like she had been flicked, or maybe a small marble had been thrown at her. But god the pain was fucking overwhelming.

She dropped the still unconscious Miley, letting herself just lay in all the hurt. It was like a flood, her throat aching. She wanted to cry. To scream and sob. But it was honestly just like she was waiting for death. Was she waiting for something to just come and brush all the pain away, and to lead her away into whatever afterlife was real.

But she never was. The pain started to dull, like when you sit in a boiling bath for too long. You know that it hurts, but it’s enough that you just can’t bring yourself to care.

Safalin sat up, forcing in a breath of air. The attacks must have been much more mild, likely just wanting to docile Miley and Safalin, forcing them back into place. Unlike how Miley was convinced if the slightest thing went wrong with this plan they’d be killed.

Speaking of Miley. When Safalin sat up, Miley was just gone. There was of course a blood trail. God- it really was a lot of blood. It was enough to make anyone sick. But being a nurse- Safalin really didn’t mind. She stood up, ignoring the new burning.

She stumbled down the stairs, wincing as she accidentally dragged her toe. Yes. Just survived all of that, and whining at a stubbed toe. The door the blood lead to was the third floor. She wondered what business Miley had there.

The Ranger AI was safely tucked into her pocket after all.

So of course she had to find her. Miley was likely just delirious with pain, walking around with no goal in mind. Safalin should go and find her, and make sure the woman didn’t do anything reckless.

The lobby was familiar to Safalin. In that nice calming way. The classic smell of the lobby was like a pat on the back, soft carpet making her just want to lay down. It had that old movie theater scent now that she took a moment to think about it. Vacuums, melted popcorn butter, sticky candy.

That was probably why it was so pleasant.

But the blood dripping into the carpet and clumping wasn’t very comforting. She followed the already set out path, as unsettling as it was to be searching for blood. The lights were shut off, since the floor wasn’t in use. The path went into the long hallway. Safalin took care not to look in the room of lies, Alice’s death was still too much to bear.

And soon enough, Safalin ended up in the main game room again.

It was a painful memory, clicking the button to trigger poor little Kanna’s death. It wasn’t something Safalin had ever wanted to do. Hence their plan that had been formed in break rooms, text messages and over late night calls.

Miley was bent over Kanna, brushing away the flowers. Flowers were just everywhere in the room. Pretty but heart wrenching.

Kanna looked so delicate, completely drained pale skin, a grey undertone. Her lips were a lovely shade of bruised purple. And of course bruises still covered her. Flowers and vines stretching under your skin weren’t very gentle.

Miley had a caring look on her face, a fond smile. It was almost like a child looking over her kid.

“Miley- come on we still have to meet everyone outside” Safalin tried to pled with the woman, sighing softly in regret as they were only met with Miley shushing her.

She was probably just delusional at the moment. The pain getting to her head.

“Shush Saf. She’s breathing”

Huh? No- well, maybe?

The flowers were meant to be a slow death. The flowers use your very life to fuel themselves, draining you, while also keeping you alive. A slow battle that ended in death.

She supposed it was possible that it was a slow enough death that hours later Kanna could still be alive. After all, the main game wasn’t all that long ago.

The group had been rushed off to the next floor afterwards after all, and then Miley came along and..

yes. It was entirely possible

Miley stood there a moment longer, legs shaking before picking up the girl. She petted Kanna’s hair. It was a bittersweet sight. Safalin knew Miley had a daughter that was Kanna’s age, but had died young.

Well at least that’s just what Safalin had to assume.

Miley rocked back and forth, humming softly, as she walked to the door. How Miley was able to seem so regal even with a limp and practically doused in blood, it was a mystery.

“Well come along Saf. We can’t keep the dear participants waiting, can we?”

Maybe there was something about almost dying that filled you with a calm elegance. However Safalin was the opposite, starting to sob. She always had tears running, that was never unusual.

She hugged her arms, and wailed, taking in large shaky breaths. “Mu-m-Mil-Miley! Luh-Look at yooooou!” Every word was chopped up to the hyperventilating, every breath being accompanied by a rather annoying wheezing noise. She had every right to start breaking down. The facility was in lockdown, everyone was on lookout for them, just hours before she had watched someone she saw as a son die at the hands of his father. It was all rather overwhelming.

Safalin had never been a rule breaker in the first place. She had happily gone along with what she was told, as long as she wouldn’t get in trouble. She was the delight to have in class, the girl who was called out as the example. She was nothing like Miley, who could curse people out, get into fights and yell. She had no problem bending the rules for her own enjoyment.

The only rules Miley hadn’t been able to bend was ASU-NARO’S so was that one of the reasons Miley had been happy to make this plan? Her longing to have everything go her way?

Safalin didn’t dare let herself fall to her knees, knowing she wouldn’t be able to bring herself to stand up again. The pain everywhere was almost too much, the constant warm burning. Being shot felt nothing like she thought it would feel like.

“Pfft- I know I look like hot shit, take a look at yourself!” Miley burst out into laughter, an almost cruel smile on her face. “You knew the danger we were putting ourselves into. Cry all you want but we can’t wait her forever. I’m sure Meister and Sou are already looking for us.”

Miley stood by the door, bouncing Kanna on her hip. It got a chuckle out of Safalin, soft sobs still racking her chest. “You know she isn’t a baby right? Kanna’s 14.”

The brunette scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Oh shush. She’s light enough to be one.” She stepped back out of the room, leaving Safalin to follow.

It was still quiet, as they left the second floor back at the staircase, walking down in silence. The calm was more stressful, considering any noise would mean someone else was here. And that could not be good. But it never occurred.

They went back into the hallway, trying to ignore the loud alarms.

“Miley- what if something happened to the van?”

“Then we find a new one.”

Her words were curt. She was tired, annoyed and in a lot of pain. She had wished all of this had gone smoothly, and of course she wished she didn’t want to wail in pain. Quite honestly, her head was still throbbing from when Kai had hit her with the frying pan.

The van was obviously so theyw could drive away. It wasn’t like they could all just return home, ASU-NARO knew where everyone lived. They would have to dissemble the company before they could go home for certain.

But it would be better than being trapped in a death game. Hopefully. That brought up a second question for Miley. She still had to sort out a way to actually expose ASU-NARO

The dummies would obviously be proof and they would have everyone’s testimonies. But they could just be seen as nut jobs. But Miley could worry about that later. Right now, their only plan was on how to get out. And she could follow that.

It was a very straight forward route, the same Maple and the others took.

And that’s where they meet back up, opening the door and feeling the sweet cold night air. The city smelled like most cities do, but it was perfect.

Miley smiled to herself, before unfortunately her brief moment was ruined by Shin very rudely starting to yell

“Jesus you’re sick. You had to bring her? For what? To taunt us-? For god’s sake you don’t need to bring a corpse!” His hands flew, as he paced back at forth, anger radiating from him.

Sara looked away, the gulit still heavy on voting for the young girl. There were other whispers and glares.

Miley wasn’t one to feel ashamed of gossip. “Can it. Your precious little sister is still breathing. “ She huffed, adjusting to the girl. She looked better now, color coming back to her cheeks. But until they could get somewhere where they would fully disconnect all of the plant like things, Kanna wouldn’t be able to wake. “Huh?” Shin paused, standing still as he stepped closer.

“She’s alright- well mostly. You can see for yourself if you like” no one could miss the motherly tone in her voice, as she held Kanna more like a baby, showing her to the rest of them, who all looked as if it was their first time meeting a baby at a family gathering.

Kanna honestly just mostly looked asleep. Her cheeks were flushed, and you could see her chest shakily rise and fall. She was alive and that was for certain.

“Well- we better get running before they realize we’re out” Ranmaru commented, his hand up in the air.

“But where?” Anzu asked, as she bounced from foot to foot. Whether she was excited or anxious, Miley couldn’t tell.

Miley hummed, brushing hair out of Kanna’s face “Why, to Miss Sara’s house of course. Considering what I know, that will be the last place they’ll think we head”

They didn’t run. They should have, but all of them were exhausted. So they just ended up walking through the streets looking like a freak show.

Maple held Miley’s free hand, and Safalin hung back near the the end, talking to Q-Taro and Mai. Considering that all of this had happened in just about an hour and a half, they had grown to have at least a small amount of trust.

The drug of being free had to have everyone in a good mood, willing to be nice. However being exhausted was also still there.

Through the city and into the housing area, chatter rose and fell. Of course everyone was excited but as Miley glanced at her cracked phone, the time read 4:25 am. Time was really off balance for the participants.

Sara’s street.

Sara smiled, going to the front of the group looking around. She looked so weary, her school uniform wrinkled, and at some point she had lost her blazer, and left her tie untied just letting it rest on her shoulders. Her hair was tangled even if she had let it down just a while ago.

She looked much less tired now that she couldn’t remember Joe. Miley would have to fix that soon.

“Miley?” Sara looked back at her, playing with the longer part of her bangs. Miley personally thought it was a neat hair cut- ridiculous and looked like a hack job. But it looked neat.

“Yes Sara?”

Sara paused, thinking over her words “Thank you. I never thought you would ever do something like that- but you did. Really, we all owe you our lives.”

Miley ended up chuckling, opening her mouth to say something that was now doubt cocky as all hell. Before Maple, who knew her well, elbowed her. Miley sucked in a sharp breath of pain, before forcing a smile “Of course Sara. It’s the least I can do after all we’ve put you through” That much was true. It was truly the least they could do.

Sara went up to her door, and turned the knob. Her eyes widened when it opened with ease. The hall was empty, but she could hear people talking in the living room. She invited everyone inside the house, the pile of shoes was- very large. Sara looked so at place in home, her smile unshakable. She looked hesitant, so Sara looked back to Miley. She knew that obviously she had a plan. Miley nodded.

Sara opened the door to the living room, running in

“Mama-! I’m home! Dad-!”

Miley watched from the doorway as Sara ran in, how her mother turned to look behind her, a face of joy melting on her face. Ryoko was also on that couch, jumping up to go hug her best friend

“Sara- oh my goodness, my baby- my girl. Are you hurt? What happened?” She pulled her into a hug, kissing her daughter’s face all over. “Thank goodness, you’re safe- I didn’t know what to do, you never came home and when I woke up you and your father were there- there’s been people missing all over the city. Jou’s missing too, and Kugie.” Her mother was in a ramble, looking to make sure there wasn’t a scratch on Sara. It was a nice thing to see. Ryoko hugging Sara from behind as Mrs.Chidouin fussed. To see Sara where she should have been all along. Finally, she noticed the rest of them standing in the hall, letting out a gasp

“That’s-“ she must have recognized them all from the news. Miley didn’t know what to do. Keiji stepped in, holding out his hand

“Shinogi Keiji. Dectective. We’ve all been with Sara this past week.”

Miley didn’t know if anything more was said. She had sat down on the bench in the hall, still holding Kanna close.

Miley finally let her eyes rest, and sleep overtook her.

22 notes · View notes

ashintheairlikesnow · 3 years

Text

Akio

CW: References to the death of a friend, grief, suicide, murder

Sequel to Found Out and this past flashback to Oliver Branch

The sound of thin, breaded pork cutlets frying in the big pan on the stove fills the air, and Akio breathes in the familiar smell where he lays on his back on his parents’ gigantic cream-colored sectional couch, stretched out across the whole length of it on one side. Not that he’s all that tall to take up all that much space, really, but what matters is that he would definitely have fallen asleep by now if it weren’t for holding his phone up over his face.

It fell on him, once, and he’s pretty sure no one noticed. Emi, his younger sister, hasn’t even looked up once from her own phone, except once to triumphantly announce that no one caught her and they all voted someone else off the ship. Then she looked back down and never looked back up.

Akio frowns, looking at his own screen, tapping his thumbs as he writes out an answer to the person messaging him. “Hey, Mom?”

“Yes?” His mother looks up from cooking, her eyes moving through the big open space right to him. They’d knocked down all the walls when they bought the house, open-concept-something-something. Akio didn’t care, but it was apparently deeply important to his parents. Something about family togetherness.

“You remember Tristan Higgs, right?”

Aimi pauses, tucks a bit of her short black hair behind one ear to get it out of her eyes as she flips the pork cutlets on by one, to get the other side nicely browned, too. The sizzling ratchets up in volume and then back down again. Next to her sits four bowls already filled with rice, and the table already has the vegetables ready to go. “Of course, honey. Oh, the anniversary’s coming up, isn’t it? I have an alarm set on my phone… did you want to go to the cemetery next week to see Ronnie and Paul?”

“Ew, no creepy graveyards for me, thanks,” Emi says, eyes still glued to her phone.

“We wouldn’t take you anyway,” Akio says, rolling his eyes. “You don’t even remember Tris or his parents.”

“I do, too. I was like seven. He was really nice. Mrs. Higgs was really nice, too. Mr. Higgs was weird.”

“Wow, what a stellar eulogy that was, Emi. I can see why you want to be a writer when you grow up. The description there was just incredible.”

“Oh, go drive into a lake,” Emi says, without any particular rancor in her voice.

“If you’re going to fight, I’m going to send you two upstairs so I at least don’t have to listen to it,” Aimi says, moving the cutlets to rest on a paper plate with paper towels lining it while she heats mirin, soy sauce, and… some other stuff in a different pan. Honestly, Akio has no idea exactly how katsudon happens, all he cares about is that it’s the perfect after-practice food and he is starving.

Except he keeps getting distracted by this guy on Insta. “Anyway, Mom, um, about Tris. So… yeah, I do want to go out and see his parents next week, yeah, but-... there’s this guy on Instagram who keeps asking about him. That’s… that’s weird, right?”

Aimi looks up, blinking. “Asking about Tristan? What is he asking?”

“Just like… he says he saw the video I put up on youtube, and he’s asking, like… what was his birthday, and did he like fried chicken, was he autistic, and… did he like musical soundtracks. This is weird stuff to ask a total stranger, right?”

“A little.” Aimi pauses while she watches the pan, and then pours a small bowl with beaten eggs into it, watching them spread and start to lighten to a puffy yellow as it cooked in the already-boiling liquid mixture. “Did you ask why he wants to know?”

“I did, but he just said he’s doing some research or something. But, like… research on what?” Akio taps on the guy’s little profile photo, bringing the profile itself up. “His username is benthebadmagician. Okay that’s-... that’s kind of cute.”

Aimi’s voice turns sly. “Is this Ben cute?”

“Ugh, gross, Mom. That’s not-... I mean he’s kind of-... that’s not important.”

“Ooooh, eyeballin’ the insta-hotties,” Emi singsongs. “Aki’s gettin’ desperate. Just get a freaking dating app like everyone else.”

“Already on it, Emi.”

“Then why exactly don’t you get any dates? Oh, right.” Emi sits forward and grins. “I forgot about your personality.”

Akio throws a throw pillow at her and the big orange poof misses by a mile. Emi laughs, getting to her feet and wandering over to the fridge, pulling a can of soda out and popping the top. “Aren’t you an athlete, how the hell did you miss that?”

“Language,” Aimi warns, waving a spoon at her daughter. She gently places the cutlets into the cooking eggs to finish up. “No swearing under my roof, young lady.”

“Aki swears all the time!”

“Aki is twenty-four years old,” Aimi says, almost primly. “And he doesn’t swear where I can hear him.”

“What, so it doesn’t count if you don’t hear him?”

“Of course it doesn’t, how do I know if I don’t hear him?”

Akio smiles, faintly, but he’s scrolling through the Ben guy’s instagram feed now. Just looking at the grid of squares, photos and videos. Lots of coffees and food, people laughing, photos of a girl with really pretty hair. Photos of Ben the Bad Magician himself. Nerd, Akio thinks, but cute nerd - definitely nose-in-a-book type. Nice brown hair, nice smile.

“Oh look at that face,” Emi says, eyebrows raised. “Ben the Insta-Weirdo actually is cute huh?”

“Go eat slugs.” Akio keeps scrolling down and down, not sure what he’s looking for. Autism awareness banners - he checks those to learn the Ben guy’s got an autistic little brother, and his friend Christopher is autistic. There’s a couple slides, and he swipes his finger to what he assumes is a photo of the Ben guy with the little brother, who looks almost exactly like him, just a whole bunch younger and looking, unsmiling, off to one side while Ben grins at the camera.

Akio doesn’t bother checking the last slide - it’s probably just whoever the Chris guy is. He backs back out to the grid of thumbnails. Maybe he just picked up on the stuff Tris always did when he was excited, and got curious? Maybe his little brother liked the video? Akio’s gotten a couple comments from people saying they liked seeing an autistic kid just be fucking happy in public without getting shit on for it, and that used to be a big deal for Mrs. Higgs, too...

The question about musicals keeps snagging at him. Tris loved musicals, went through cycles with them. He and Akio had a whole routine done to a song in Hairspray, just for fun, when Tris was obsessed with that for a while. And then they were going to do the Time Warp as a routine once...

Akio keeps scrolling, only vaguely aware of his sister and mother talking, and Emi leaving the room to go call their dad in for dinner.

Emi stops in the doorway and turns back. “Don’t forget to get his phone number, Aki. You can definitely trust strangers on the internet creepily interested in your dead best friend, right?”

Akio looks up, then, blinking at her. “Emi, that’s-...”

She seems to catch herself, and gives him a sheepish smile. “Sorry, Aki. That got bitchy.”

“Language,” Aimi reminds her. “But I appreciate you apologizing. Does anyone even hear me say to use nice language any longer?”

“No,” Akio and Emi say in unison, and then Emi disappears down the hallway, bellowing for their father in her loudest voice even though she could easily walk up the stairs and not have to yell at all.

Akio looks at his mother and deadpans, “Your daughter is really weird.”

Aimi matches him tone for tone. “Your sister is weirder.”

She places the cutlets on top of the rice bowls with the egg just underneath the meat, carrying them one by one to the table, setting them each down in their place, and then grabs her glass of wine, patiently waiting for her while she cooked. She pads on bare feet across the hardwood floor over to the pale white rug, soft as down underfoot, and stands next to where Akio is laying down. “Are you looking at the profile?”

“I am, yeah. I don’t know what I’m looking for, really, just… hey, wait.” Akio stops at the thumbnail preview for a video, tapping to open it up. It starts with a blue-haired boy smiling, and his smile hits Akio all odd, makes his throat tighten and his heart start to race. The boy in the video puts up a finger and backs up, glances over his shoulder at a TV screen behind him playing the tango scene from Rent.

Akio blinks as the boy holds out a hand and a girl with really gorgeous long wavy hair takes it, the two of them moving effortlessly into a perfect mimicry of the dance on screen. The room they’re in is mostly empty, furniture shoved to the walls to turn what looks like some kind of lobby into a dancing space.

“Wow, that kid can really dance,” Akio murmurs, but the smile catches him, tugs at the back of his mind. The blue-haired boy can’t keep the grin off his face, it has to hurt to smile so big for so long, and the last person Akio thought that about was…

“You got this, Chris!” Someone calls from offscreen, and for a second Akio hears Tris and catches his breath, but no, no, they said Chris. Someone else claps for Mari - that must be the girl, maybe.

They continue to dance, and Akio can’t tear his eyes away. “Mom? Do you see this?”

Aimi looks up from straightening some magazines on the coffee table and leans over, sipping her wine absently. “See what, honey?”

“Look,” Akio whispers. His throat is closing up, he can’t manage anything more than that.

The two do a spin, and then burst out laughing, and the Chris boy stands back up straight, throwing his arms up like he’s just hit a perfect landing-

“Oh my god,” Aimi says next to him, her own voice strangled and choked, and Akio feels his mother’s hand suddenly clutch onto his shoulder. “Aki, is-”

“He’s dead,” Akio whispers. “He killed himself after his parents-... he’s dead, Mom.”

The Chris boy looks right at whoever was filming the video, shoots them a brilliant, shining smile, and then starts rocking, his hands moving through the air and twisting at the wrists, bouncing up and down on his toes.

Akio’s breath is shuddering in and out, and his heart pounds, trying to break out of his chest. “He’s-... Mom, he’s dead.”

“His aunt had him cremated,” Aimi says, but her lips are barely moving and the wineglass is loos in her fingers. “After they found him. She didn’t want a funeral.”

“He’s dead,” Akio repeats, thinking of the smile, the movements, the shy way he ducks his head at the end when people clap him on the back. He backs up to the wall again, keeps scrolling, looks for more pictures of the blue hair. He opens every single one he can find, searching for something, some sign that will tell him he’s not seeing what he knows he’s seeing. “His aunt took his phone away after like three months and then he was dead a month later, wasn’t he?”

There’s a pause.

“Mom? Mom, didn’t he kill himself like four months after they died? Didn’t he?” Akio’s voice sounds weak and is getting weaker. “Mom, please-... please answer me, didn’t he-”

“He left a note,” Aimi whispers. “His aunt-... she said he left a note, that he couldn’t live without them. It’s-... I never thought-... I never thought to question her, Aki, I never-... she was Ronnie’s family...”

He clicks another video.

“You’re a fucking mess, Christopher,” The girl from the dance video says, sitting in a tank tops and shorts on the edge of a bathtub. “Letting your roots grow out like that. But don’t you worry, Madam Mari is here to help!”

“Please don’t, don’t don’t-don’t call yourself Madam. Please?” A voice says, uneasily, and the blue-haired boy moves into the screen. “For, for, for me?”

“Yeah, no problem, Chris. Why’d you let it grow out so bad, anyway?”

His hair’s not blue in this one - or it is, but only about half of it. Pale and faded, but the top of his hair has grown back in for about three inches, and it’s coppery strawberry blond. He turns to the camera and gives a sheepish smile. “I, I got distracted and for, um, forgot.”

Aimi’s wineglass slips from her fingers, hits the floor, sprays wine like blood across the pristine white rug.

Neither of them notices.

“I… I cried for him for like a year straight,” Akio chokes out, and he finds more pictures, more videos, more more more. He opens them up and then backs out of them again, unable to stop himself. Every photo shows him some shard of the mirror reflection of a dead boy all grown up - a sparkle of green eyes, happy motions in the background of a video, more of that familiar sunny smile. “I kept-... I kept all the stuff he left in my room, I saved all h-his text messages from before he d, disappeared, I-”

“This can’t be him,” Aimi says in a fierce whisper. “It can’t be, Aki, it can’t.”

Akio taps on another video.

The boy ties his long blue hair back in it, glancing sidelong at the camera, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. “And, and, and you’ll, um, you’ll buy the, the, the-the-the nachos?”

“If you can still do it? Yeah, absolutely. Seeing that’s worth a plate of nachos to me. I’ll even buy you those fucking margaritas you like.”

“Chris just likes the sugar,” Someone else says, and Chris sticks his tongue out at them.

He takes a few steps back, rolling his shoulders, shaking out his arms.

Akio tells himself that if the Chris on the screen doesn’t nail this, it can’t be him, it can’t be him at all.

The boy puts his hands up, then down at his sides, back bowed briefly in a motion Akio knows too, too well, knows better than he knows breathing. The boy takes off across the grass without hesitation and-

Akio and Aimi both exhale.

-he jumps forward, dips at the waist, catches himself on his hands and does a perfect set of three backflips across a big grassy lawn, stumbling the landing but his feet pop right back into final position, and he throws his arms up with his chin lifted, and someone offscreen shouts, “Perfect Ten, Stanton!”

The boy laughs, shakes his head, says, “I’d be, be, be dinged for the, um, the landing, but-... but, but good, right? I did good? Laken?”

Someone with the coolest hair Akio has seen steps into the screen and they hug, kiss briefly, and then Chris apparently can’t handle the happy emotions because he backs away to start bouncing up and down, grinning.

He looks back at the camera. “Want to see me, me, me... me do it again?”

“He’s not dead,” Aimi says, and her voice sounds like someone closed their hands around her throat. “Oh, Ronnie-”

“What the fuck happened to Tristan fucking Higgs?” Akio’s voice is barely audible over the sound of the video starting over. “He’s… he’s not dead. He’s not dead, Mom, he’s not-... he’s not dead, Mom, he’s not dead and he’s right-... that the university, right? He’s not dead, and he’s, has he-... has he been here the whole fucking time?”

His mother doesn’t chide him for language this time. Her hand tightens on Akio’s shoulder as red wine soaks the rug beneath her feet and she whispers, “Give that Ben boy your number. Tell him to call you.”

Her fingernails ache where they dig into his skin through his shirt.

“Now.”

---

Tagging: @burtlederp , @finder-of-rings , @endless-whump , @whumpfigure , @slaintetowhump , @astrobly @newandfiguringitout , @doveotions , @pretty-face-breaker , @boxboysandotherwhump , @oops-its-whump @moose-teeth , @cubeswhump , @cupcakes-and-pain @whump-tr0pes @whumpiary @orchidscript

#chris the strawberry blond romantic #akio nakamura #hidden whumpee #found whumpee #trauma recovery #parental death mention #death mention #suicide mention #angst #bbu #box boy #box boy universe

126 notes · View notes

fan4196 · 3 years

Text

Snowstorm

Hey everyone even though spring is not too far here's a snowy little fic for you. Hope you like it. Enjoy!

Thank you @angry-slytherin for beta reading again.

It's the second day, now, that a massive snow storm is raging over Seattle. Hundreds of houses are without electricity, heat and water. People freeze and all hospitals are packed.

In times like this Jo isn't too mad about the fact that she hadn't left the hospital since the snow started falling two days ago. As soon as they heard the news about the upcoming storm, Alex and Jo decided to stay at the hospital and help wherever they were needed. Luckily daycare decided to stay open 24/7, so their kids were safe too and still able to play with their friends.

The last few hours were hectic; Jo had been in the OR for five hours helping Jackson oparate on a man with bad frostbite. She then had to sprint to the OB floor because one of her patients had collapsed and needed an emergency c-section. After mother and baby were saved and out of the woods she tried to page Alex. He didn't answer, which was pretty unusual for him; this made her anxiety rises, so she started looking for him. After paging him multiple times and peaking into almost every on-call room, she is now on her way to the attendings lounge.

"Hey guys. Hi Scoutie. Hi Wills." Jo greets the Shepherd-Lincoln family that was currently having lunch on the table in the lounge .

"Hi auntie Jojo," Both of the Shepherd-Lincoln kids greet their aunt back, waving their little hands at her.

"I'm looking for my husband, you didn't happen to see him, right?" Jo asks the two adults in the room, walking closer towards them.

"Actually we did. He was here probably half an hour ago and got his jacket and winter boots. Before I could ask what he was doing he was gone." Link answers his friend.

"It looked like he wanted to go outside." Amelia adds as she looked up from their daughters hair she just finished braiding.

"You got to be kidding. Did he take the car keys?" She asks a little annoyed by her husband.

"No I think it was only his jacket and boots." Her friend answers, trying to remember what he saw half an hour ago.

"Great." Annoyed by her husband's stupidity, Jo sits down on one of the chairs and changes into her own winter boots then puts her jacket on. "Pray for him that I won't kill him after I found him."

Amelia and Link share a laugh as Jo leaves the attendings lounge again.

After looking and asking probably every single person in the hospital she finally finds Alex in the little back courtyard behind the cafeteria.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Jo immediately snortes as she sees the sign in front of her.

"We are building a snowman, mommy." Emery squeals happyly, showing her mother the big snowman in front of her.

"I can see that, Emy." Jo smiles, before she turns to Alex and her smile is gone.

"Can you explain to me why you are out here with our kids while it's eight degrees outside?" Placing her hands on her hips, she looks at her husband, shaking her head in disbelief.

"I wanted them to have some fun in the snow. Look at them. You know how much they love snow." Alex tries to explain as he comes closer, slowly putting his arms around Jo's hip to test the water.

"Yeah but not when it's eight degrees outside. What the hell are they even wearing?" Jo asks turning in Alex's arms to look at her kids again.

"The peads floor has this box with kids clothes. So I went there and found the snow pants and gloves and this cute snow overall for Eden." He points toward where their kids were still builting their snowman.

"They are wearing dead kids clothes?" Jo immediately snorts.

"No those are donated clothes." He tries to save it but the look on his wife's face says it all.

"God, that's even worse." Hitting his arm, she pushes herself out of his grip.

"Mommy come here. Look at our snowman." Parker shouts happyly from behind them, getting his parents attention.

"It's a pretty snowman. Good job you three." Walking towards her three monsters she admires their snowman, not missing the big grins on her kids faces. They really do love the snow. Even though they were all born in summer, winter was their absolute favorite season.

"Daddy helped us." Emery tells her mom, looking proudly at their snowman.

"This is the best snowman I've ever seen. But aren't you freezing, guys? Mommy is freezing. We should go inside." Jo tries to get her kids inside, which she knew will not be an easy task.

"No mommy. I'm not cold." Her oldest answers.

"Mmhh me neither, mommy." Parker agrees with his sister.

"Eden, are you coming inside with mo- Oh my God." Jo can't but laugh, as she turns just to witness how the smallest Karev flops face first in a huge pile of snow. But instead of crying she starts movig her little arms and legs to make a snow angel.

As her arms and legs stop moving Alex quickly picks up their youngest and she bursts out in giggles as he starts cleaning the snow out of her face.

"Alright guys I think mommy is right we should get inside again. Eden's face is frozen." He says as he wiggles the nose of their two year old.

"Come on let's go have some hot chocolate in the attendings room." Jo adds, knowing that right after snow, hot chocolate follows really close on her kids list of favorite things.

"Yes!" All three little Karevs agree much to their parents relief and quickly make their way inside followed by their parents. Jo starts undressing the twins in the elevator; now in only their shirts, leggings and socks the twins race towards the attendings lounge, while Jo follows with their snow gear and Alex with Eden on his arm.

In the attendings room they were greeted by their uncle Link.

"Hey Penuts, hi Eden." He greets them with a wide smile and a wave.

"Hi uncle Link." They greet him back as they climb on the chairs at the table he was also sitting on.

"Where are you coming from?"

"My amazing husband thought it would be a great idea to play with them outside in the snow. So I found them behind the cafeteria building a snowman and making face down snow angels." Jo tells as she puts her kids snow gear in the closet.

"Sounds like fun." Link answers, mirroring the big smiles on the faces of the Karev kids.

"It was so much fun, uncle Link!" He gets as a answer from the two oldest.

"Oh no you don't sit down you can go straight to the bathroom and give your kids a bath to warm up." Jo protests before Alex could sit down.

As she undresses Eden from her snow overall, Alex undresses himself from his snow wear and then disappeares in the bathroom of the attendings lounge with their kids. As soon as the door closes Jo flops down on one of the chairs her kids just sat on.

"Sometimes I wanna kill him so bad." She moans, closing her eyes for a moment as her head falls back.

"No you don't. You're saying this all the time, but you never did it. He wanted to have fun with your kids in the snow. You actually can't be mad at him for wanting your kids to have fun." Link tries to smooth Alex's stupid action.

"Who steals snow clothes from the peds floor and goes outside with his kids when it's eight degrees?" She asks, looking at Link again, arms crossed over her chest.

"Well ok- maybe he didn't though it through-"

"Yeah he clearly didn't. He never does. He's an idiot, but I knew that when I let him knock me up. Also their smiles were so big and their giggles- He's probably not the most crappy dad for my kids." She smiles, shrunking.

They talk for another half an hour when they get interrupt by the bathroom door opening.

"Mommy all warm." A budass naked two year old screams as she comes running towards her mom.

"You are? That's great-"

"Jo." Alex calls from the bathroom door throwing a towel towards his wife to dry their youngest. "She also needs a new diaper."

"Yeah I can see that." She answers, throwing a look at her husband.

"Come here Eden, uncle Link will dry you while mommy gets a new diaper." Link offers, taking the towel from Jo to wrap it around his niece.

While he dries Eden, Jo gets out the bag with change clothes and diapers that they store in the closet for accidents.

She quickly puts a diaper on her two year old and dresses her in warm clothes before she takes some of the twins clothes to the bathroom.

"Perfect. Thank you." Alex kisses her as he takes the clothes from her hands.

How could she be angry at this man? Link was right; he just wanted their kids to enjoy the snow and have a little fun. He is a great Dad, so she couldn't really be mad.

When everyone was dressed again they had their hot chocolates and some cookies and then decided to take a little nap in one of the on-call rooms. With the twins on the top of the bunk bed and Eden on the bottom one, Alex and Jo had to share the single bed, which they weren't to upset about actually. As they laid in each other's arms, enjoying the silence and little snores of their kids they realized once again that this is exactly where they wanted to be. Even though it started snowing again outside and they knew that they would probably get paged soon to new cases they wouldn't want to change a thing about their life.

#jolex #fan4196 #fanfic #fanfiction #jo x alex #alex #alex karev #grey's #grey's anatomy #grey's fanfic #jo #jo wilson #jo karev

30 notes · View notes

whoneedsapublisher · 2 years

Text

Watching on the Riverbank

Prompt was eclipse. Continuing my Yazawa sisters crossover kick.

Words: ~700

Summary: You had never seen a total solar eclipse before, and it turned out to be a day to remember in more ways than one.

Also on Ao3

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

You’s neighbourhood had always been close knit. Everyone knew each other else. Parents babysitted each other’s kids. Grandmothers cooked for overwhelmed singles who’d just moved out of school. Tech savvy people went from house to house helping the clueless get their computers working again. When someone made a bunch of a food for a get together, leftovers could end up at a dozen different houses. And of course, they all came together to make festivals fun.

But this was still a little special. Even though there wasn’t a festival on, everyone was still gathered together outside by the river to watch the eclipse together. Kenta from down the road, Emi from next door, Futaro, Yohane, Jiro, and so on, and so on.

You was already sitting down by the riverbank when someone tapped her on the head with a pair of eclipse glasses.

“Hey there, kiddo,” came a familiar voice. “Your mom said you forgot these.”

Cocoa Yazawa. A woman who lived just a block down the road from You. She’d moved in over a decade ago now. Her and You had grown up together after that, although she’d been in highschool in when You was in grade school.

And she also happened to be You’s first love.

Not that You had done anything about it. But she’d still nursed the crush. Trying to stand out as much as she could. Whenever she won a tournament, or got an award at club, she always looked forward to Cocoa’s praise the most. And even if it felt a little bit like she was being treated like a child, she enjoyed when Cocoa petted her hair and told her that she’d done a good job.

“Oh, thanks,” she said, reaching up and taking the glasses, fiddling with them as an excuse not to look directly at Cocoa as she settled down next to You.

“Pretty exciting, isn’t it?” Cocoa said. “It’s been a long time since the last total solar eclipse.”

“Oh yeah,” You said. “You saw the last one, didn’t you?”

“Right, you weren’t born yet, were you?” Cocoa said. “I was still just a little kid.”

She laughed. “I was actually terrified, you know. It suddenly got dark in the middle of the day, after all.”

“Really?” You asked. It was kinda hard to imagine Cocoa scared. She was always so lively and upbeat.

“Really,” Cocoa said. “I started crying and everything. But my big sister Nico made me feel better.”

She struck a silly looking pose, putting one hand on her hip and raising one finger to the sky. “Don’t worry, Cocoa!” she said, mimicking her sister’s voice. “No matter what happens, there’s always one star that no one will ever eclipse: your big sis Nico Yazawa, the star of the idol world! And I’ll always shine my light just for you!”

You laughed. “Did she really say that?”

“She sure did,” Cocoa said, grinning. “And it worked, too. I stopped crying right away.”

The light started to fade.

“Ah, it’s starting, put on the glasses, quick!”

You slipped the glasses on as the darkness descended and looked up.

It was certainly striking. Seeing the sun blotted out like that, light only leaking around the edges of the dark disk in front of it, and the darkness falling at midday, combined together to make a very surreal effect.

“Hey, You,” Cocoa said, after a minute.

“Yeah?” You asked, not looking away from the sun.

“Everyone’s looking at the sky, you know. I bet not a single person around us is looking over here.” Cocoa’s voice was low and quiet, and there was a slightly mischievous tone to it.

“I guess?” You said, a little confused.

“Do you wanna kiss?”

The train of You’s thoughts hit a penny, flipped right off the tracks, crashed into a mountain, and exploded into a giant fireball. She turned to stare at Cocoa, wide eyed.

“Five seconds to decide,” Cocoa said. “Eclipse won’t last forever.”

You’s mouth fell open. Was she… serious?

“Five. Four. Three. Two-”

“Yes,” You said.

Cocoa grinned at her.

“Good choice.”

And that was how You Watanabe had her first kiss.

Hopefully she wouldn’t have to wait for another eclipse to get her second one.

#love live #love live sunshine #llss

3 notes · View notes

longitud-de-onda · 4 years

Text

{un veneno} march: eloquence

pairing; javier peña x female reader summary; your time with emiliana is running out and your feelings for javier are only growing rating; m warnings; talk about sex, alcohol (can i even write a javi fic without it?), angst, age gap, two idiots who need to get over themselves word count; 3.1k january, february

un veneno masterlist

You turned over as you woke up, not wanting to open your eyes to the bright light that streamed into your room from the windows. When you did, however, your eyes didn’t open to the darker side of your room but the worn fabric of Javier’s couch.

You stretched out, groaning as you woke up. Your neck was a little sore, which you attributed to the position you were lying in without a pillow. A blanket was half-draped over you, and you were still wearing yesterday’s clothes. It didn’t feel great, but the couch was surprisingly comfortable.

The events of the night before began to return to your memory: going out for drinks with Javier, returning to his apartment, watching TV on the couch until late. You must have drifted off at some point.

It was nice to know Javier let you fall asleep there. It had happened before, more often than you’d like to admit, but usually, he’d set you up in the small spare bedroom he had.

You heard a bit of rustling as you rolled over to glance over the room. Javier was walking out of the kitchen towards the door, a piece of toast in hand.

“Javi?” you said, voice dripping with sleep, “What are you doing?”

“You’re awake!” he startled before breaking out into a smile. “Good morning.”

He had grabbed his leather jacket and looked like he was about to leave.

“Morning,” you smiled up at him. “Where are you going?”

“I’ve got to go to work,” he said. There was a tinge of apology in his voice like he wanted to spend the day with you.

“It’s Saturday,” you complained. It was too early for you to care about being respectful, or care at all about what you were saying. You wanted him to stay.

After that day on the mountainside, you had taken to spending your Saturdays with Javier. He had the day off, so you could go do stuff together. Except, obviously, today.

“I know, but it’s important,” he said. He took a bite of the toast.

“I hate the DEA,” you said. You had hoped you’d get to go out to the market on the other side of town. Javier had promised he’d take you there at some point, he didn’t trust you to go alone. Too dangerous, he said.

“I know,” he laughed, “I’m sorry. You can stay as long as you need. Just lock up.”

“Okay,” you said, “When’ll you be done?”

“I meant you could stay as long as you need to wake up and eat and stuff. You can’t spend all day inside.” Javier opened the door. “We can do lunch tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay,” you said. “Bye, Javi.”

“Have a good day,” he said before exiting the apartment.

You pushed the blanket off of yourself and sat up. It hurt, having him leave as soon as you woke up. Not that you were in a position where you could be offended. You were lucky he let you spend the night.

Javier’s attention was something you found yourself almost fighting for, and you knew others must as well. He was charming, young, handsome, and worked for the Embassy. That was the definition of a perfect man in most peoples’ books.

You stood up and walked over to the kitchen, where you grabbed a banana and sat down to eat. This was your 8th time, if you had kept track correctly, spending the night at Javier’s, and you seemed to always get a better nights’ sleep, even on the couch, than you did back at Emiliana’s.

Unfortunately, today was different in that Javier wasn’t there. You missed having him wander around, talking about different things. You missed telling him about work. Sometimes he’d talk about his favorite music or Colombian political secrets, and you’d tell him about how you always managed to find the best restaurants in every city and lecture him about packing a bag for an overnight because whenever he had to go up to Medellín he always overpacked.

As you sat eating, you found yourself wondering what the back half of his apartment looked like.

You walked over to his room and pushed open the door. The smell hit you before you could even notice what it looked like. A combination of sweat and latex and whatever that distinctly sex smell was, and the wave of it was so strong you had a hard time imagining that he hadn’t had sex in the past 8 hours you had been in the apartment.

Usually, that smell dissipated, you were familiar with that. For it to linger?

Your stomach clenched as your mind cleared a bit to notice the big bed in the center of the room and you realized he must have someone else in here almost every day. There’s likely been girls younger than yourself in that bed.

And for some reason, you haven’t been one of those women.

You’re standing in Javier’s closet, shuffling around in the small space, Javier sitting on his bed beyond the closed door. You had been chatting ever since you arrived at his place after school got out.

You hoped to be able to change out of your work clothes into the outfit that had somehow migrated to Javier’s closet, but the limited space didn’t allow for any speed.

“Hey, um, you have to move out of Emi’s soon, right?” Javier asked, voice muffled through the wood.

“Yeah,” you said, frowning. “I do.”

You had a couple days left and had been lying to Emiliana for a couple weeks now about having a place to stay. You chalked your procrastination up to over-involvement with teaching work and spending the rest of your free time with Javier or out partying. That didn’t fix the fact that in a few days you’d be effectively homeless.

“What are you going to do? You’ve set something up, right?” he said.

You couldn’t outright say no. Not to Javier. He was a decade or so older than you, had things figured out, had dealt with his own fair share of housing problems in the past. To admit that you had ignored this problem would be to admit how naive you were.

“I’ve traveled a lot, you know,” you decided on saying. “Been places where I didn’t know where I was going to sleep for the night.”

“Y/N!” he sounds like he’s rolling his eyes. “This is different. You’re working a job, you need something stable.”

“I don’t do stability.” That was as close to a life motto as you had. Living someplace for two months was new territory for you. The prospect of another nine or so was practically impossible to imagine.

“I know, but...” he stopped.

You paused, shirt halfway on, and waited for him to finish his sentence.

“What if you just move in with me?”

“What?” you ask, stunned. You finish putting on your shirt, mind working double time.

“I mean, you practically already live here. Your clothes are here, you eat here. I have a spare bedroom,” he said.

Moving in with Javier? As roommates? It was like some sort of angel and demon joined forces to create a godsend that would also torture you for the rest of the year. And how long was he suggesting this for? Because the nights you spent here were already pushing your limits of staying shut up about how much you wanted to kiss him.

“You know what, forget I said anything. It was a bad idea,” Javier rushed out.

You tensed up. No. You wanted this. Even if he was going to be the death of you.

You slipped on your pants as fast as you could, and flung open the door, throwing yourself onto Javier. He hugged back.

“No,” you said into his shoulder, “It’s a great idea. Thank you.”

“Where are you headed?” Javier walked out from his room, seeing you grabbing your jacket and purse which had been tossed across the couch earlier that day.

You were wearing the tightest jeans you owned and a cropped tank top, and the feeling of Javier’s eyes swooping over your body was just what you needed. There was no question: you were wearing this outfit to get the attention of someone.

“Dancing,” you responded, keeping it short as not to divulge your feelings. I’m going out so that I can forget about the fact that I get to sleep in the room next to you but never in your bed wasn’t the most appropriate answer.

“Fun.” He was frozen in the opposite corner of the room and you couldn’t tell what he was thinking. You had been living together for two weeks. You had gone out before. Why was he acting weird about it now? Why was this different?

“You’d hate it,” you said.

He liked going out for drinks but that was his limit. You had learned that the reason Javier was so perplexed by your social tendencies was your comfort around crowds. After years of training and working with the DEA, too many people put him into Agent Peña mode, and while it was useful for self-preservation, it meant his idea of fun usually involved fewer people.

“Maybe not?” he said, walking further into the living room. You furrowed your brow. What was he getting at? “The fact that you’d be there makes a pretty compelling argument.”

“Sure it does,” you laughed, trying to ignore the way his words sent a chill down your spine. Your brain helpfully supplied you with the image of Javier in a disco with you, tipsy and on the dance floor, hands around your hips, grabbing at bare skin on your waist and sliding up your leg under a short skirt. The goosebumps crawled up your arms and you shrugged on your jacket.

“I’m not going to be back until tomorrow,” you said.

“Why not?” He actually looked confused and for a moment you felt sorry that he didn’t understand. Until you remembered he was why.

“Um...” You didn’t know how to tell him, I’m going to go out of my way to fuck someone so that I can forget that I’m falling in love with you. It hurt everywhere, but mostly in your chest, and you knew staying in this apartment any longer would cause you to explode. Your heart couldn’t handle the sort of torture you were putting it through.

Javier was perfect in all the ways you didn’t think men were capable of. He respected everyone, even the women he paid to have sex with. He was great at being a roommate: sitting down for dinner with you, going out and buying groceries, listening to you vent about your bad days. He was vulnerable, at least within the confines of your apartment, sharing the difficulties of his job in ways you were beginning to understand. He said good night to you every evening with so much tenderness it hurt.

You knew Javier was getting lots of action. It was no secret that before most of the fucking occurred in his living room. Now that you were around he had the decency to always stick to the bedroom if he even had them there. Usually, he would leave for the evening, but sometimes you would get to meet his encounters.

Some of them were young, just over 18 and absolutely stunning, while others were closer to his age and would stay for an hour to smoke with him and talk. It didn’t matter who they were. Only that they were almost always different every time and they each were successful in confirming that you were quite possibly the only girl in Bogotá who wouldn’t get to warm Javier’s bed for a night.

You couldn’t handle it anymore. The last time you slept with someone was over a month ago, with Mateo, and your most recent orgasms had been at your own hand with Javier’s name on your lips, face pushed into the pillow, hoping he wouldn’t hear.

Your pause was enough for him to understand you’d be falling asleep in someone else’s bed tonight.

“Right,” he nodded. He stood across from you, hands in his pockets. “Well, stay safe?”

You rolled your eyes.

“You too, Javi. You never know, I leave you alone and you’ll end up setting this whole place on fire or something.”

Your head was pounding as you woke up, wrapped up in the arms of not one, but two men. As you shuffled around, you realized one was awake, and you mumbled a good morning. The events of the night before weren’t very clear, once you left Javier’s apartment (you still weren’t used to the fact that it was your home, too) you had gotten as drunk as possible as quickly as possible. It was a blur of neon lights and hands around your body.

You could remember leaving the disco in a haze, arms wrapped around you. Remember moaning as you rode someone. Remember being held by your waist. By your hair. Remember Javier’s face flooding your mind as you came. Remember biting down on a pillow to keep from shouting out his name.

You looked down at the two men surrounding your body. You weren’t sure if they were together. They might have been? Most men wouldn’t dare sleep in the same bed as another unless they were involved.

You thanked them, wanting to make your leave before it got awkward. Maybe they wanted to have breakfast with you. Debrief. Talk. Sometimes that was custom. You didn’t want to do that. This wasn’t a normal threesome. Not that those existed. But this was you, trying to forget someone, and if that came up in conversation you would feel guilty.

So you gathered your things, got dressed, and left.

Walking the streets of Bogotá in the morning was nice. The fresh air on your skin felt amazing and the smell of fruit wafting through the air was refreshing. You loved the way the city breathed. It didn’t sound or smell like any other city you had been to. You knew you were falling in love with the city itself.

You opened the door to Javier’s and startled at the empty apartment. He was an early riser, and he liked to work in the living room. There was no one there. He must’ve still been asleep.

You entered the kitchen, collapsing into one of the chairs at the table. You grabbed an apple from the bowl and started eating. You didn’t really want to talk to Javier today. Sleeping with someone else hadn’t exactly helped the way you thought it would.

“Javi didn’t mention he had a roommate,” said a voice from behind you, accent thick. English wasn’t their first language.

You turned around, taking in the woman standing in the doorway of the kitchen. She was probably around your age, wearing nothing more than her underwear and one of Javier’s button-downs. She was beautiful. Your stomach flipped.

“Um, yeah. Hi,” you mumble. “And you are?”

“I’m Elena,” she said, smiling. She entered the kitchen like it was her own home and sat down across from you, grabbing another apple from the bowl.

You knew what she was here for. They didn’t usually spend the night. But there was a first for everything, you supposed. You told yourself you had to get used to it. You were roommates, and this was who Javier was. That was something you’d have to learn to accept. It just hurt so much more given the events of the last twenty-four hours.

“Nice to meet you, um—”

“Did Javi not tell you I would be here?” she interrupted you. Her brow furrowed a bit and you wondered how long she had been planning to sleep with Javier.

“No, he, uh,” you stuttered, “He didn’t mention anything.”

“Elena,” called Javier from further back in the apartment, out of sight. “Do you want to have breakfast before my roommate gets back, I don’t really want her to know someone was...”

He had wandered into the kitchen, trailing off as he saw you. He at least had the decency to look guilty.

“Hey, Javi,” you said, swallowing back the pain.

“Y/N? Hi,” he said, “Sorry, I, uh, I didn’t realize you were here.”

Of course he didn’t. You stared up at him. He had on pants but no shirt, and damn if you didn’t want to walk up to him and feel every square inch, trace the side of his neck, feel the rise and fall of his chest. You glanced away, hoping futilely he hadn’t caught you staring. You looked over at Elena, knowing that she had gotten to do exactly what you wanted.

And you were sitting in between this couple, ruining their morning after.

“It’s fine,” you said, pushing back your chair and ushering Javier into your seat. “It’s your place, you should have breakfast.”

“I should go,” Elena said, standing. “I think you two need to work out whatever is going on.”

“No!” you and Javier said at the same time. He looked back at you.

“Stay,” you said, not wanting for Javier to say anything that would completely screw over your day. “I need to take a shower, I’ll make myself scarce.”

You turn around and walk away, knowing that the two are starting at your back, still wearing the skimpy outfit you had on as you left the night before.

Upon entering your room, you closed the door and leaned against it, exhaling shakily. You squeezed your eyes shut, praying that the tears wouldn’t fall. This was exactly why you didn’t stay in one place for too long. When you were traveling, there was no time for feelings to develop, anything that happened was casual. You didn’t have to deal with pining in silence for months as someone flirted meaninglessly back at you.

You had dug yourself into this hole, agreeing to the job at the school, and now you wished you hadn’t. Getting to be around Javier was a blessing, some days you couldn’t believe how lucky you were to get to meet someone so perfect. But nothing made sense. Why did this guy, years older than you, offer to spend his time with you, even give up his privacy and let you live with him, but stay so painfully distant? What was it about you that he didn’t want?

The sound of laughter erupted from the direction of the kitchen and you sank to the floor, wishing you could go back to when you said yes to living here and stop yourself. You’d rather be back at a shitty hostel than feeling this.

next part

taglist; @pascalisthepunkest @turquiosenights @el-lizzie @letaliabane @stillfangirlingbtw @mando-vibes @flower-petal-blooming @spookyold-saintjm @enchantedrhoses @creamysacrilege @lolwhateverlol @murdermewithbooks @nerdysuperchick @awesomefandomsunited @nolivingthingdroid @mus1cal-barnes

#javier peña #javier pena #javier peña x reader #javier pena x reader #camila writes #rated m #under 5 #reader #angst #pedro fics #narcos fics #javi x reader

287 notes · View notes

much-brighter-ink · 3 years

Note

how are you? also what are your feelings on the into the woods movie??

I’m good!! I have some family visiting for the first time in a while which is great :) how are you?

To quote Stephanie Necrophorus, “I find it visually stunning but emotionally inane” I think... the Into the Woods movie could’ve been great, but it was kind of flipped on it’s head? I understand liking it, but I’m personally not a fan of the choices they made. ITW is supposed to be a bright, quirky musical full of heart with sad, shocking darkness underneath but it’s still always WARM and there are some hilarious moments at pretty much every point of the show, while the movie tried to play into the dark and mysterious vibe (which was cool, don’t get me wrong) while also feeling cheap with no real stakes - but still bleak and missing all the fun. I didn’t love the cast, I think Anna Kendrick was completely miscast as Cinderella (I think she’s great! But she wasn’t right for the role) and none of the characters (i.e. James Corden as the Baker) really had a ton of dimension, Jack and Red are not supposed to be children for narrative purposes, the music was stripped down to what they absolutely thought they needed (what about the rich instrumentals and harmonies? What about the musical themes and character development established in early songs that needs to connect to later events AND WHAT ABOUT NO MORE), the plot goes wonky because the whole thing needed to be PG for Disney when that... seriously messes with some character development stuff and most of the people I know who watched it when it came out (as 8 year olds ish) thought it was “too scary” anyway - so it was just watered down and I guess I’m a purist of the original? I love new stagings or reimaginings and I would’ve loved a movie adaptation that cared about the tiny threads between the lines, what the whole thing is about, etc, instead of deciding “hey let’s make a cool fairy tale hodgepodge movie where things go wrong except oops this isn’t for kids well let’s see what we’ve got”? This sounds super harsh and I promise I don’t want it to be, I just think it could’ve been so much better and I... don’t like it.

Thanks for the ask Emy!!

#anti disney into the woods #anti into the woods 2014 #I want to tag this but idk how because I don’t want it to go into the main tag but I want to give people the choice to filter it

4 notes · View notes

lukneetoonz · 4 years

Text

LITTLE GODDESS PART IV

——————————————————————————-

Summary: As a newer goddess you think back on how you got to where you are; in the throne room sitting next to your husband, the god of the dead.

Pairing: Hades!Aizawa x fem!reader, DadNyx!Izuku x fem!reader platonic, MomSelene!Uraraka x reader platonic.

Warnings: Drinking, cussing, possible harassment undertone meanings, mentions of sex, and Denki being one hot motherlova

Word Count: 2,894

A/N: Hey guys, so life is pretty crazy so next couple updates might not be on time due to my birthday coming up, plus a lot of other family tingz. But I hope you all like this one because I worked supa dupa hard for ya babies!! 🥺👉👈

NO ARTWORK POSTED IS MY OWN AND IS FOUND ON PINTEREST

——————————————————————————-

You had no idea what to wear to the party. The only reason you weren’t having a total meltdown was because you had toga with you to help pick out an outfit, which thank the gods you had her since she at least had some experience with these parties. So instead of going to your place and staying, you just grabbed basically your whole closet and fizzed to her place, getting ready there. The blonde stood behind you, making sure your ponytail was perfect and didn’t look ‘casual’, but instead gave you a sassy look. Toga giggled as she played with a loose strand of your hair, meeting your eyes through the mirror.

“You’re gonna be the attention grabber tonight, trust me when I say I’ll have to fend off some horny gods for you.” Her words made you blush as you tsked at her words, “They only look because they’ve never seen me before…” you mumbled back, not liking the idea of attention on you for reasons that could anger other goddesses. Toga rolled her eyes at your humbleness, something that isn’t common within Olympus, especially the women of Olympus. “You’re being too humble Y/N. Goddesses are beautiful, and you are no exception.” Before you could argue, Toga clamped her hand over your mouth and gave you a knowing look, which you submitted too.

“Fine- I won’t bring it up again…” with your muffled admittance of defeat, toga whooped in glee and got up changing into her own dress, it was red, which seemed to be her favorite color. Walking over to a drawer, she pulled it open with devious little eyes as her mouth cracked into a grin and pulled out makeup brushes, “Now it’s time for the final touches…” She stalked over to you, never giving you time to oppose what she was about to do. “Just sit back and relax… let momma toga do her work!” The blonde giggled before cool gel? Was it? Met your face, and there was no turning back.

*•*

“Hizashi… would a tuxedo be too… fancy?” The ravenette king barely met the golden Olympian's eyes as he looked through this walk-in closet, which very much amused the loud god. “Shouta, a suit would be just fine. This is just a party to celebrate Kirishima’s victories in the human realm . So it’s a bit fancy but not tux fancy. Cocktail attire, that's the word I’m looking for” Hizashi pointed his finger at shouta and winked, “Listen yo, I know you wanna look good, but just relax. You’re a king! What goddess wouldn’t want you?” Aizawa huffed and grabbed a three piece plaid grey suit.

“They call me the unseen one, and every time I go somewhere they turn and whisper about the tales they’ve heard about how cruel and horrible I am. Because let’s be real Hizashi, no goddess wants to be the queen of a place that never sees the light.” The cold king's words made Hizashi frown as he tidied himself up and winked in the mirror because of how good he looked. “Oh c'mon shouta! You’re too hard on yourself!! Why don’t you go to rei and tell her you’re ready for marriage? I’m sure she can find you someone” Aizawa rolled his eyes at those words, slightly blushing at the thought.

“Do you know how embarrassing it would be for me to go to Rei and ask her to set me up? And then for her to not find any goddess on top of that? The underworld wouldn’t be a far enough escape from the embarrassment I’d receive.” As the dark haired man put on his vest, he frowned while looking in the mirror, the ugly scar that adorned his face was a constant reminder of the war he fought in only to receive being shunned to the underworld. Aizawa had fought the hardest and bravest, but because he didn’t look the part, he was given the place that everyone judged the most; the place where souls roamed.

Hizashi groaned after his friend's sour attitude, moving his hair down but slicked back, whereas Aizawa went for a loose ponytail with his front bangs hanging loose but out of his eyes. “You know shouta, sometimes I think you’re the god of being negative. Cause that’s what you are, negative. Just let go for tonight and have fun! Who knows, maybe you’ll take home a nymph that isn’t that insufferable sea nymph Emi.” Just the mention of the nymph made Aizawa shudder, “Don’t mention her. She might sense it and come.”

Laughing, Hizashi pat Aizawa’s pat before quickly snapping a selfie with a less than pleased Aizawa. “Yo, you look fly for once! Can’t you just smile?” Aizawa glared, his eyes shining red in warning, “Try that again and I’ll kill you.” The black haired males tone only made the smiling one laugh harder, “You would never, you like me too much but you just won’t admit it.” Aizawa merely waved off Hizashi’s comments, not wanting to admit he had a heart beyond the supposed cold exterior of his. Together they walked to the garage and got into their respected cars, planning on meeting at the party.

*•*

As you arrived at the venue of the party, you noticed the fun atmosphere right away. Decorations were made of golds and pearls, all though it was beautiful, it was a tad too bright for your taste… you would of much preferred gold and black or pearl and black. You even had to squint slightly to adjust your eyes to how bright everything was, it was like they wanted it known that the gods were celebrating tonight. Toga latched your arms together as she knew it was easy to get lost or separated at these parties, so she told you to make sure you were always touching no matter what.

“Hey toga, what is this party for exactly?” Toga shrugged and laughed, skipping forward while she grabbed a glass of wine, “Who knows, and who cares? It’s free food and drinks… in all honestly they could be celebrating the fact that two of them had sex. These suckers celebrate anything and everything.” Her words made you chuckle as you nodded along, not exactly understanding but figured you’d learn along the way. “So really, we just have to show up and we’re good?” Toga made a dinging noise and winked at you, “Exactly new blood! See you’re catching on fast.”

As you guys walked through, you saw a familiar pair of golden wings, paired with blonde hair. Forgetting togas warning you ran off and hugged the Male from behind, not caring that he was blatantly hitting on multiple people at a time. “DENKI!” You couldn't even finish your words when the Male turned around and hugged you back, both of you suddenly in the air as his wings spread wide in glee. “Y/N! Gods it’s been too long Babygirl!” A kiss was pressed to your smiley cheek and you took in his attire, seeing he had a red floral silk button up with black dress slacks and a choker around his neck. He really was the god of sex and love, and he made it known.

A blush spread along your face like wildfire as you giggled at his nickname for you, “The letters really aren’t enough… especially after hearing about-” his eyes grew sad and he shook his head, “Please don’t say her name… my mother took care of it and that’s all there is too it..” you frowned and brushed his hair back, hugging him tightly. “I’m so sorry I haven’t been able to visit you Denki… you’ve been an amazing friend to me and- it hurts to see you like this.” The blonde god bit his lip and sighed, ruffling your hair slightly before smirking as he took in your appearance. “Enough about me, the last time I saw you, you never had an impure thought in your life… but now, I can smell your sexual desire dripping from you.”

Choking on air you looked away, body heating up at his words as your mind flashed with thoughts of a certain dark haired king, quickly you shook your head and punched denki’s shoulder. “Stop doing that! I thought you couldn’t use your powers on innocent goddesses like me…” Denki flicked your forehead and chuckled, “I can’t use my powers on the big man after Rei got pissed at me and ma, but you, you’re my best friend, you’re free game babygirl” Pouting, you crossed your arms suddenly aware that you lost your other blonde friend. Eyes wide, you looked around and pursed your lips, “Shit… I lost toga.”

Denki laughed at you, lazily wrapping his arm around your shoulder as he led you through the party, “As in controls the underworld river toga? Blonde, kinda crazy, but nonetheless fun toga?” You nodded at his questions, smiling. “Yep, I work in the underworld and met her… I swear it’s us against all the horny gods that work there… or so that’s what she says” Rolling his amber eyes, he grabbed you both drinks, handing a glass of wine to you. “Oh so all those moody underworld goers already want to court you? And let me guess you didn’t even notice until toga said something.” Deciding you would rather take a drink than answer his question, but the golden winged man took it as an answer as he smirked.

“Don’t you smirk! You’re too smug for your own good.” Suddenly there was a shift in the mood as people started whispering, and eyes were focused on the person who just entered. Curious, you decided to look too, only to blush as a pair of dark eyes met yours. The king of the underworld himself had decided to make an appearance, the staring did not go unnoticed by your friend as a lightbulb went off in his head. You were so enhanced by the dark eyes you didn’t notice the presence beside you leaving, and you certainly didn’t notice him pushing someone into you so your wine would spill all over your navy coloured dress.

“Fuck-” A gasp left your lips as you looked down at your ruined dress, the person in front of you looking apologetic, but slightly pissed that they were shoved. “My deepest apologies, I was pushed into you.” Different colored eyes met yours as you waved them off and offered them a smile, “It’s okay, truly these things happen.” You took In the man's appearance, noting right away that he was a god, he looked familiar But you couldn’t place his name. “At least let me get you another dress? My sister and mother have plenty, or we can exchange information and I’ll buy you another at some time… is that okay lotus flower?”

The nickname caught you off guard, making you gulp and blush slightly, raising your hand for him to shake. “I’m Y/N… daughter of Izuku and Uraraka.” The multicolored haired man smiled and took your hand, kissing the back of it gently as he hid the shock well, surprised that you haven’t dismissed him or walked away by now because of the scar on his face, deeming him the ‘ugliest god’. “Shoto… you have a beautiful name Y/N.” Neither of you could feel the glare that was casted upon your conversation, but Denki did, and so did toga. Denki stalked across the room like a lion hunting his prey before he was next to Aizawa, standing next to him nonchalant.

“You do realize that she basically reeks like fresh meat to starving bears, don’t you?” The snide remark from the young god made Aizawa glare harder, his demeanor growing increasingly more threatening. “Just because your mother has done me a few favours, doesn’t mean you can talk to me like that.” Denki held his hands up, and toga seemed to swoop in on the other side of Aizawa, her giggles filling the air. “Dear king, don’t you see our little new blood won’t be so free for long, because it doesn’t work like that here in olympus. We move fast. Love fast. Live fast. You better do the same if you want her.”

Jaw clenching, Aizawa tensed at her words as he saw your smile directed at his nephew. Not him. “Toga is merely speaking the truth, and oh unseen one, don’t think I can’t smell your desire for her. Because i can and it’s so desperate and needy, it makes me want to just lock you two in a room.” Toga peaked at Denki as he looked at his red painted nails, like he didn’t just expose a king's secret. “You two do realize who you’re talking to, right?” Aizawa grumbled, hearing a few nearby wine glasses shatter from his emotions. Why did he even come to this party? That’s right- he wanted to see you. A stupid man, that’s what he was.

A second was all it took for you to disappear from his vision, along with shoto. Panic setting in as he realized he lost the only person he could possibly care for to his fucking nephew. At least he’d keep you in his life. He was so lost in his thoughts he didn’t see tweedle dee and tweedle dumb leave and follow you, their plan rolling in motion as soon their words started getting to the Raven haired man. It only made it better that you went to the bathroom so it was easy to get you out of the party without any eyes on you…

*•*

Groaning, you woke up holding your head, trying to help the pain that was shooting through it. It wasn’t until you sat up did you realize you were not in your bed, nor were you in togas. In fact you were in a place that was completely unknown to you. Eyes wide you quickly checked your attire and sighed in relief as you noticed your clothes were still on, but your shoes weren’t and your hair was put up in a nice lazy bun, makeup wiped off. Letting your feet touch the cold ground, a shiver ran up your back, taking in the dark hues that decorated the room, feeling comfort in it. Navy’s, blacks, greys, and some darker whites, it all brought a sense of calm to you that made you smile.

Walking out of the bedroom, you’re met with the sweet smell of crepes and coffee, honestly something you could get used to in the morning. You let your nose guide your way and mindlessly you walked into a kitchen that had an open concept with a dark marble island and dark kitchen cabinets. But what caught your attention the most was the man that stood with his back to you, hair half up and a black silk robe loosely on his shoulders that matched his black sweatpants and slippers. Realization settled in and you stumbled, covering your face, trying to hide the blush that colored your face; you were in the king of the underworld's home.

“Oh- I see you’re up… do you need medicine, or some water? I did brew up some coffee, because I know that helps hangovers sometimes…” A deep raspy voice made you peek through your fingers, seeing soft dark eyes looking at you with concern. “I-I don’t even remember last night.. I must have been such a bother- I’m so sorry” Aizawa flustered slightly as he remembered one particular moment, a moment that made his heart beat at rapid speeds. His lips tingled just thinking about it, and you didn’t even remember. It made him feel like a silly little boy.

Putting on a smile he just chuckled at the state you were in, “You weren’t… I’d let you bother me every day of my life if it meant you were near me little goddess.” Aizawa hummed so smoothly that it made your heart turn into a butterfly. Blushing you moved to peak over his shoulder, chest pressed to his back, “That looks very good ai- I mean shouta…” Just the innocent little move made him want to cup your face and call you his; if you asked shouta when was the moment he knew he wanted you forever, he would tell you it was the morning he made you crêpes for the first time, and he meant it, because in that moment it was such a domestic gesture that confirmed to him that he only wanted you to be able to do that.

——————————————————————————-

Taglist; @present-mel @maya-ngpirit @leeeah-loooser @nhievyenne @negansnumberonewifie @darkqueenhyde @minfani @creolepier @lhcartoonist @fairy-inthegarden @taylor----wonderland @the-british-koala @vinaios @a-match-into-themoon

#mha fanfiction #mha imagines #aizawa imagine #aizawa x reader #bnha shouta aizawa #mha aizawa #shouta aizawa headcanons #shouta aizawa x reader #aizawa fanfiction #shoto aizawa #aizawa shouta #denki kaminari imagine #bnha denki #denki headcanons #littlegoddessfic

93 notes · View notes

nothingbutfangirlsmut · 4 years

Text

The Maze Trials: A Gally Fanfiction

Pairing: Gally x Emi(OC)

Background: Emi, first girl the Glade has seen. Tougher than she looks and more than ready to prove it. Since day one her and Gally have been at each other's throats. Fighting constantly and not just with their words.

(Gally fanfiction which will include smut. It also has an actual story line. Think of it as an AU to the original Maze Runner. It'll mostly follow the main story line with some changes. Mostly focusing on Emi and Gally and their relationship.)

Chapter Five

I was sitting in a circle on the floor with a few other kids. We were chatting and laughing like old friends.

"She couldn't even make it a quarter of the way!" The boy next to me laughed then patted my knee.

"I could too!" I shot back at him.

"Oh really? Every time I've seen you run you can't make it but a few feet before you start panting." He laughed sticking his tongue out at me.

Instead of answering I lunged toward him knocking him back on the floor. We rolled around playfully fighting each other.

"Gally! Emi! That is enough!" A woman's voice shouted from somewhere in the room.

We jumped away from each other knowing the woman meant business when she sounded like that. We quickly went back to our seats in the circle. Once I was seated an arm draped over my shoulder then pulled me to the side. It was the boy on the other side of me.

"Minho stop it" Gally said then swatted at the boy's arm around me.

"Alright kids let's go!" A man's voice shouted making all of us jump up and run towards him.

___

I shot up into a sitting position.

"Bloody hell" the thick accent shouted.

What the hell was that? I thought to myself as I stared at the wall in front of me. Then I had another thought. Gally? Minho? Emi? We were kids. Just little kids. What kind of dream was that?

"Emi" I said aloud.

"What?" Newt asked.

I snapped out of my little trance and jumped out of bed. He took a startled step backwards. I grabbed his shirt pulling him against me.

"My name is Emi." I said with a grin.

Newt started laughing. He grabbed my hands releasing himself from my hold.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Emi." He smiled at me.

Once we got outside to where everyone was eating Newt walked to one of the tables then climbed on top of it.

"Can I get everyone's attention!" He shouted.

Everyone stopped and turned to look at him.

"Our greenie has remembered her name. Everyone, this is Emi." He smiled gesturing down to me.

All the boys shouted "Emi" at the same time then cheered. As Newt climbed down from the table everyone went back to what they were doing. Just like yesterday I sat between Newt and Minho with Clint and Jeff across from us.

"Emi, I like that." Minho said more to himself.

I started eating ignoring the chatter around us. It wasn't until I was almost done with my food that Newt nudged me.

"Today you're with Fry in the kitchen." He said matter of factly.

I nodded glancing over to the boy in the shack. That shouldn't be too bad. Hopefully I'll be busy most of the day.

"Before I go to work would I be able to have a quick chat with Alby?" I asked Newt.

"Yea, he's in his office. Everything alright?" He asked raising a brow at me.

"Yea everything's fine" I smiled then turned back to my food.

After I finished eating I made a quick beeline for Alby's office. He was sitting there head down looking at something.

"Hey Alby" I said quietly in the doorway.

"Greenie, how are you?" He asked with a smile.

"Well first, I remember my name. It's Emi. Second, I wanted to see if I could talk to you about a dream I had last night." I said stepping into the room.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Emi and yes of course you can have a seat." He gestured to a lone chair.

I sat down then thought about what to say for a moment.

"I'm not sure if this means anything but it felt more like a memory than a dream. We were little kids maybe 7 or 8 years old. When I say we I mean myself and some of the boys from here in the Glade. We were sitting in a circle just chatting and joking like kids do. The boys were making fun of me for something to do with running. I ended up fighting with a young Gally. At least that's the name the woman yelling at us used. Then Minho was there too sitting next to me. I have no idea what any of that was but it felt weird." I explained the best I could.

Alby sat there for a moment like he was thinking up an answer to my dream. He shook his head lips drawn tight as he thought.

"I'm not sure what to say. It's very intriguing. Will you let me know if you have anymore dreams like that?" He asked.

"Of course" I nodded with a small smile.

"If I think of anything I'll let you know until then go ahead and get to work. Thank you for sharing that with me."

I waved at him as I left the room then went straight to the shack with Frypan in it.

"Sorry I'm late I had to talk to Alby." I stated as I walked inside.

"It's all good Newt told me. So let's get straight to it. After breakfast I work on cleaning up everything. Which is what we are gonna work on now but after everything is clean we will start preparing for lunch."

I nodded then followed Fry's lead. He showed me what to clean and how to clean it. With both of us working on it we had it all finished it pretty good time. After that we immediately got started on cooking lunch. This is where things got a little rough for me. I felt like a bumbling fool. Fry was explaining everything to me and I was trying to remember it but there was so much to remember. How in the world did he do all of this by himself?

"This is stressful" I said as I went back and forth between a large pot and a skillet full of meat.

Fry chuckled then grabbed the meat out of my way.

"It can be if you're not use to it." He smiled at me.

I somehow made it threw the cooking process. It was rough and I felt like I'd never worked harder. We only had a few short minutes to rest before the lunch bell tolled and here came all the hungry boys running towards the shack. Fry and I both served making the line go faster. Newt made a joke about how cute I looked. I thought about throwing my large spoon at him but decided not to. Gally came threw to get his food. He didn't comment but he did smirk and look me up and down.

When all the boy's had their food Fry and I made ourselves plates then went out to the tables. Fry went to sit with Gally while I joined Newt, Alby, Clint, and Jeff.

"Hows the kitchen?" Newt asked.

"Awful" I said quietly.

The four boys chuckled knowing exactly what I meant.

"Fry can be tough to deal with when it comes to his food." Clint said matter of factly.

"Not really it's just really stressful. I don't know how he does that by himself but I know I'm not gonna be much help to him." I said shaking my head.

Lunch was over all too soon meaning I had to go back to the kitchen. Fry and I chatted a bit as we cleaned up from lunch. Then just like we did earlier we jumped straight into prepping food for dinner.

"How'd you learn how to do this?" I asked him as he showed me how to cook tonight's meal.

He shrugged.

"I have no idea just came naturally I guess." He smiled at me.

This meal wasn't too bad to cook but I still felt a lot more stressed out than I should have. Fry had a good time laughing at me for it.

"I can tell cooking isn't your thing." He chuckled as we finished up.

"Is it that obvious?" I asked laughing.

He nodded as he prepared to start serving in a few short minutes.

As the end of work and dinner bell tolled I watched the boys once again run towards the shack. No one made comments to me this time which I was thankful for. I might have actually thrown my spoon this time. I joined the others at my usual table.

Minho and Newt left me very little space to squeeze in between them but I managed. Newt chuckled and scooted over once I was seated. Minho on the other hand stayed right next to me.

The normal chatter about the day went on around me. I just ate my food silently. I was more than ready for bed. After I finished I went to get up but Minho threw his arm over my shoulder and pulled me closer to him.

"Wanna take a walk?" He asked in a whisper.

"Sure, why not?" I questioned chuckling.

The two of us got up and put our trays back on the counter of the shack then I followed him towards the forest. Even though I was ready for bed I figured I could do something other than work and sleep. Once we were past the tree line Minho put his arm around me again.

"How are you liking the Glade so far?" He asked as we walked.

"It's not too bad." I smiled watching my feet.

"I figured you hadn't seen this part of the Glade yet. Thought I could be the one to show you." He smiled at me.

"That's very nice of you Minho." I chuckled.

We were far enough in the trees now that I couldn't see the Glade behind us anymore. Minho stopped walking and looked around. Then he did something I wasn't exactly expecting. He grabbed my waist and pulled me against him. He wrapped his arms completely around me holding me tightly.

"You know you're incredibly beautiful right?" He asked in a hushed voice.

I couldn't help the blush that crept up my face. With my messed up memory I had no idea if anyone had ever said anything like that to me before so it was like the first time.

"Thank you" I whispered.

One of his hands moved to grab my chin. He lifted my head slightly so I was looking at him. He smiled at me then slowly leaned closer. My heart started thumping in my chest. Do I let him do this? Do I want him to do this? Before I could decided his soft, warm lips found mine. This could possibly be my first kiss. He seemed like he knew what he was doing. I couldn't help relaxing into him. I kissed him back feeling my stomach swirling and flipping around. He turned us around and pushed me backwards until my back hit one of the trees. He pressed himself against me. His hands grabbing each side of my face. I felt his tongue skim my bottom lip. One of his hands was suddenly on my ass. He squeezed causing me to let out a small moan. He chuckled into the kiss then pushed his tongue into my mouth. It was an odd but good feeling. My tongue fought against his but he overcame me. He groaned when he started to grind his hips against mine.

My eyes flew open when I felt him rubbing against me. My hands pushed against his chest sending him stumbling backwards. I manged to grab him and keep him from falling.

"What was that for?" He asked with a hurt expression.

"Sorry Minho, the kiss was amazing but I'm not letting you go any farther." I said quietly but sternly.

He put his hands up in surrender. Without another word I made my way back to the homestead. I really needed some sleep.

—

#nothingbutfangirlsmut #the maze trials #the maze runner #gally imagine #gally smut #gally #gally x reader #tmr gally #original character

76 notes · View notes

champhangman · 4 years

Text

Bleed Into the Night

Title: Bleed Into the Night Part: Two of ?? Characters: Hangman Adam Page x OFC Summary: She wasn’t looking. Neither was he. For a brief flash, they found each other. Word Count: 6,854 Warnings: Alcohol use. Mild cursing. Previous: Part One A/N: Still Ashley’s fault. And Emi’s fault, too.

Tagging: @adampage / @cowboyshit / @baysexuality / @lilmisswhiskeygypsy / @evilangel84 / @bigpixiefoot / @mindofasagittaruis / @kalliravenne / @sadlittlecountess / @baronsbelleevangeline / @brie-mode-activated / @xbreezymeadowsx / @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch /

Two

Serena trailed her toes through the water again. She could still feel eyes on her and Adam and glanced back to the house. With a groan, she looked back to the man standing near her. "It's like a bad horror movie, isn't it? I know they're watching us even though I can't see them."

"Be careful around Britt. She's liable to trip you so you fall on me," he said, shaking his head.

"Guess I'll just have to stay out of falling range." She gauged the distance between them and took a step backward. "Is that far enough?"

"I don't know. I've got good reflexes." He took a step back as well, and his smile was bright. "Good?"

"Perfect." He had nice eyes. Serena blinked at the sudden thought and took a big swig of her beer. Not interested, she reminded herself, kicking off her other sandal and turning to sit at the edge of the pool. She sank both feet into the cool water with a sigh. This was better. She could do this.

"How's the water?" he asked.

"Cool. You going in?" She wondered where he was from. There was a faint Southern cadence to his smooth voice. He had to be a good singer, she thought suddenly.

"I gotta get my trunks, but yeah."

She saw his shadow ripple over the water and caught his woodsy cologne on the breeze as he walked behind her. She sneaked a glance. She couldn't help herself. Her head tilted just in time to see him bend to move her sandals out of his way and her teeth bit into her lip. Cute Southern boy with a nice ass that looked good in jeans. She decided to keep their discussion on the very safe topic of pools and swimming. "Do you have a pool?"

"I have one at home. Down here I just rent an apartment. There's a pool there but it's always crowded." He straightened and her eyes darted back to the water as soon as he looked to her. "You?"

"Just the pool at the complex." She wondered where home was. She kicked her feet in the water and drained her beer in one gulp. "Since you're going that way, could you bring me another beer, please?"

"Yeah, sure." His hand brushed hers as he took her empty bottle.

"Thanks." She watched his easy stride across the lawn to the patio, reaching to gather her loose hair into a bun. "Get a fucking grip, Serena. You're not interested."

But she knew she could be.

What a laugh that would be, she thought, standing to pull off her tank top and shorts. She had been so against wanting to be thrust with yet another friend of Cole's or Britt's. Four failures in less than a year had been more than enough. Not that they were complete disasters. Each of the men had been nice. Funny. Each handsome in their own way. But each time she had found something lacking. Not in them, but in whatever would-be relationship they attempted.

She didn't want sudden, all-consuming passion and love. She'd been burned by that before when after six months she had come to realize that she had been more in love with the idea of love than with the actual man she had professed to adore. And she didn't want to date someone just to have sex. Sex was great, but she didn't need a man to fulfill her needs. That was why God had invented sex toys, right?

She wanted…

She didn't know. She wanted love and passion and yearning. But she wanted something more. Something she couldn't define.

And she doubted she would find it in the pretty blue eyes of a man who wanted to be set up as little as she did.

***

By the time he returned to the pool she was in the water. He had, somehow, managed to avoid being cornered by Britt while he changed and grabbed beers. Although he suspected it was too early for her to corner him, he didn't want to risk it. He already knew, down to her facial expressions, how that would go.

She's nice, isn't she? She looks interested. You should go for it, Page.

Go for it. He'd done just that how many times in the last year? And each time he had fallen on his face. The so-called interest lasted through the first couple of dates. Once they learned he couldn't devote one hundred percent of his free time to them, he'd seen their attraction fade. Even women in the business expected him to drop wrestling at the door and focus only on them.

Sighing, he gave his head a small shake to clear the memories and watched Serena's head pop up at the deep end. He sat at the edge and stuck his feet in, gaze lingering on her as she dipped back into the water. He followed with his eyes while she swam to the opposite end, lifting the beer he'd brought for her when she looked to him. He opened his own and took a swig, taking the opportunity to admire her curves as she walked up the steps at the shallow end and made her way around to him. Although he suspected she wore the dark purple one-piece to conceal them, it instead highlighted them. They were ample and he looked away quickly when it occurred to him that she would be a good armful.

"Thank you," she said, taking the beer. She twisted off the cap, which slipped from her fingers.

One hand shot out to catch the cap before it could hit the ground. "No problem."

"You should get in."

"After I finish this," he promised, lifting his bottle.

"Yes, of course. Can't let a free beer go to waste." She nodded and sat down a couple of feet away from him.

"Hell, am I drinking your beer?" he asked. He hadn't thought to ask Britt. He'd just helped himself while she was on the phone and occupied.

"Britt got it. She knows not to invite me over without stocking beer."

He watched her take an appreciative sip and heard her gentle sigh. Watching her legs as she slowly kicked her feet in the water, he licked his suddenly dry lips. "You don't happen to like whiskey, do you?"

"I love it."

Adam almost sighed but somehow managed to avoid doing so and took a deep drink of his beer. Few women liked whiskey. Few women liked beer, either. Most women he'd known preferred fruity cocktails that looked cute for their Instagram photos. Maybe he'd been around the wrong women. He watched a drop of water roll down her neck, cling to her collarbone for a second, then trickle into her cleavage. His throat went dry and he quickly looked away. "Yeah?"

"I don't drink it much. I think it's something that should be savored. I keep it for special occasions."

He didn't want to know what those special occasions were. Did he? He felt something sharp dig into his palm. Glancing down, he saw he still held the cap from her bottle. He twirled it between his fingers and finally gave in, turning to look at her again. And asked before he could stop himself. "What do you consider a special occasion?"

"Oh, you know. The usual." Her shrug sent more drops of water trailing down her neck. "Signing my contract. Moving into my apartment. Unpacking those last few boxes that sat in my closet for a year. Winning my first match."

"Now wait a damn minute," he protested. "Every match deserves a shot of whiskey. Even if you lose, you've earned some good liquor."

She laughed. "You've got a point."

"I'm usually always right," Adam declared.

"Are you always so smug?"

"No ma'am," he promised. "Most of the time I'm a sweetheart."

"Huh," she grunted after draining her beer and placing the empty bottle next to her before sliding back into the pool. "Could've fooled me."

***

Serena supposed he was alright.

No, that was unfair to him. She could see that he was a likeable guy. He was friendly, even though he'd been dragged into meeting her. He was probably a fierce and devoted friend. Considering he had stayed even when he'd figured out that it was a setup, she did not doubt that he wasn't the type to intentionally hurt someone's feelings.

"How long have you known Cole?" he asked.

"About a year." Sinking so only her head was above the water, she turned so she faced him.

From there the conversation flowed easily. They talked about mutual friends they had in the business. About wrestling, and she admitted that she only started doing it because her friend had and hadn't wanted to go to the school alone. And when her friend had decided she didn't like wrestling, after all, she had kept at it because, funnily enough, she did enjoy it. It was bizarre, she thought while she continued to ramble on, how easy it was to tell him, a stranger, about training and doing practically nothing before trying out for WWE on a whim. It had been easier with others to smile and nod and agree when they suggested she'd been scouted.

Maybe because that way she didn't feel like such a fraud.

"What's your style?" Adam asked, seemingly unconcerned that she hadn't paid her proverbial dues in different promotions.

"A mix. Shawn and Hunter are pushing me to try more high-flying. Because I'm a little bigger than most of the girls, I think they want the wow factor of me flipping. But I really like the powerhouse stuff, because slinging someone's ass across the ring is always fun."

He laughed at that, and she fought the urge to enjoy the warm sound. "You shouldn't let them make you do something if you're not comfortable with it. Your moves are your statement. If you don't make them meaningful to you and your character, they won't mean anything to the fans."

"That's a very eloquent statement. I'll keep it in mind."

"That's me. Just a smug, eloquent sweetheart." His grin was teasing.

To her utter relief, Britt and Cole finally made their way out to the pool then. The conversation moved to other topics. It wasn't long until Britt managed to get her away from the men, and as they sat in the shallow end the woman smiled.

Serena almost groaned because she knew exactly what her friend was going to say.

"What do you think?"

No use pretending she didn't know what Britt was talking about. Or, rather, who. She was drawing in a breath to give a bland, noncommittal answer when movement caught her attention. Looking towards the deep end, she saw the men had begun to practice flipping into the water. Ignoring the impatient clearing of Britt's throat, she watched Adam easily pull himself over the edge of the pool.

And, in a flash, she had a brilliant idea.

"Actually," she began, pausing to chew on her bottom lip before looking back at her friend. "He's kind of cute…"

Britt's face lit up. "You think so?"

"Yeah." Serena smiled. She could see him out the corner of her eye. Laughing and clowning with Cole. It was obvious he was more relaxed now. Yes, he was a handsome man, she conceded, but a comforting handsome. He had the boy-next-door good looks. A charming smile. That gentle voice.

"He's a great guy, Serena," Britt said.

If he was so great why was he single? She wanted to ask that question but didn't, instead nodding. "I can tell."

She hoped he was a great guy. Because he would have to be almost perfect to go along with her ridiculous plan.

***

The food had been great, the conversation easy and comfortable, and the laughter continued until Adam's chest hurt.

He sat back with a sigh after the hilarity had passed, tossing his napkin onto his empty plate. Next to him, Serena was still releasing the occasional giggle, and he studiously kept his gaze in front of him while finishing his drink. He'd looked at her enough during dinner. More than enough.

Enough to learn that she had a dimple in her left cheek.

Enough to know she had four piercings in her left ear.

And she had a freckle just behind her ear, right where her hairline began.

And that the fairy lights strung above the patio made her eyes sparkle.

He couldn't have not looked at her. She was right next to him. And he tried to be polite. Which meant that every time she talked he turned his head. Sometimes he had caught her looking at him. More than once with an odd little smile.

He had no choice but to look at her, though, when she tapped his arm. Raising his eyebrows in question, he watched her nod towards the house and motion to her empty plate. Did she expect him to carry her dishes in? Confused, he opened his mouth to ask her what she wanted, but his question was drowned out by her pushing her chair back.

"Adam and I will take care of the dishes," she announced.

"We will?" he asked. Serena gave him that odd little smile again. This time it was accompanied by a head tilt. It reminded him of the looks a parent gave a misbehaving child before they got into trouble.

And for some ungodly reason, he felt a ripple of desire.

"You don't have to," Britt protested.

"We insist." Serena gave him a look that he couldn't identify. "Don't we?"

"We do?" He suddenly understood her look and scraped his chair back. Cole looked at him with an odd smile on his face and Britt's eyes were wide with interest, but he ignored them and gathered dishes. "I mean, yeah, we do."

Within minutes his arms were loaded, and he followed her into the house, confusion growing when she carried the glasses to the counter and turned on the water. He set the dishes down on the island. Once more opening his mouth to ask her a question, he sighed when she moved to close the door. As soon as she reached the island, he blurted, "What the hell's going on?"

"I have an idea," she said, not even glancing at him while she opened cabinets and peered inside.

"What?"

"Do you know where they keep containers?"

With a sigh, he pushed away from the counter and went to the cabinet he remembered seeing containers in. "What are you doing?"

She looked at him as though he were insane. "Saving the leftovers."

"That's your idea?"

"No," she scoffed, taking the containers from him and placing them on the island.

Adam shook his head and turned off the water. "I'm lost, Serena."

"I know the perfect way to get them off our backs." She paused, pushing a lid onto a container after filling it.

"Cole and Britt?"

"Yeah."

He took the containers as she filled them and placed them in the fridge. "I'm listening."

She gestured to him, then herself, with a serving spoon. "We start dating each other."

The container he was holding fell to the floor. "Th'fuck?"

"I don't mean really. I mean we pretend that we're interested in each other and fake that we're going out and whatever."

"But we're not interested," he said, bending to retrieve the container. The lid hadn't come off, so he slung it into the fridge. Then he turned to look at her. He wanted to know what the 'whatever' included. "Are we?"

"Of course not."

"Right." They weren't. She wasn't his type, whatever his type was. He doubted he was her type, either. Then he wondered what her type was.

"We won't have to do much. I guess they'll invite us here when we're all off, but otherwise…" She shrugged. Opening the dishwasher, she pulled out the rack.

"So, you want to pretend we're dating just to make them happy?" he asked, still confused. It made no sense. He didn't even know if he was that good an actor.

"Think about it. If we say we're not interested, what's going to happen?"

Adam sighed and moved to empty the glasses she'd brought in. He knew damn well what would happen. Within a few weeks, Britt would be inviting him to another dinner. With another woman she knew that was perfect for him. Turning on the water, he gave the glasses a rinse before handing them to her to load. "The same thing that happened tonight."

"Exactly."

He shook his head. The woman was crazy. "Britt's not stupid. She'll want date details."

"I'm sure we can come up with a few generic dates that we don't go on but tell her we did."

"Why?"

"What do you mean?"

He handed over plates as he rinsed them. "What do you get out of it?"

"The same thing as you. I'll be able to live life without being blindsided by a guy that's perfect for me."

"What happens if one of us meets someone we are interested in?"

"Then we pretend to break up," she said slowly. Like she was explaining it to a child. "Please say yes."

"Why?" he asked, wary.

"Because I kind of already told Britt that I think you're cute."

Considering she uttered the words without any sort of enthusiasm, he couldn't take the statement as a compliment. With the same flat tone, he muttered, "Thanks."

"So, when you go put feelers out with her, she'll encourage it, and—"

"Hold up." Adam handed her the silverware and turned off the faucet. Reaching for the kitchen towel on the counter, he dried his hands thoroughly. "Why do I have to be the one to put out feelers?"

She waited until she'd loaded everything into the dishwasher and closed the doors before turning to face him. Her expression was shrewd, and Adam had the eerie sensation she could read his mind. "You're old-fashioned. In some regards, at least. Maybe it's because you're from – Where are you from?"

"Virginia," he answered.

"Oh. Anyway, maybe it's because you're from Virginia but you've got that Southern gentleman vibe. If I'm wrong, you can tell me—"

"You're right," he interrupted, holding out the towel so she could dry her hands. "I don't know how you figured that out, but you're right."

"Like knows like." She draped the towel over the edge of the sink.

"You're a Southern gentleman?" he asked, lips twitching.

She rolled her eyes. Her giggle was unexpected but not unwelcome. Her dimple appeared and he let himself smile.

"I get it." He leaned against the counter and sighed. "How long is this supposed to last?"

"Not long." She opened a cabinet and took down two glasses, then opened the cabinet Cole and Britt kept their liquor in. Adam lifted his eyebrows at her helping herself to their stash. Even he didn't help himself to that cabinet, considering it was where they kept the good stuff. She pulled a bottle he recognized as the one he'd brought, and he suddenly didn't feel so judgmental.

Taking the bottle from her, he broke the seal and unscrewed the cap while she filled the glasses with ice. "This counts as a special occasion?"

"It does once you agree."

"I don't know," he sighed when she returned and placed the glasses on the counter. "Who breaks up with who?"

"You can break up with me." She lifted one shoulder. "I'm used to it."

He picked up sadness in her voice and frowned while pouring the liquor. Even more questions began piling up in his mind, but he ignored the ones that didn't involve her ridiculous plan. "You can do the breaking up."

She muttered something under her breath. He wasn't sure, but it sounded like, "Like anyone would believe that."

And he didn't know why that upset him. "It won't be so unbelievable. I'm a belligerent asshole, especially when I've been drinking. Ask anybody."

She slid one glass closer to herself and looked at him. "You'll do it?"

"Just how involved are we gonna get?" He knew answering a question with a question was an asshole thing to do, but he needed to know. It was his way. He had to know the details before he could agree. He had to know what was expected of him. "Am I gonna be seeing tweets about us and shit?"

"Oh, we don't have to go that public," she said quickly. "But I guess we could follow each other?"

He nodded. "You got a timeframe for this?"

"No, because I'm coming up with this on the fly." She began gathering her hair into a bun. "A month? Two?"

"How serious will we be?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well." He chuckled because she looked suspicious. "Do I tell the guys we're fucking?"

"If you have to tell them, sure." She didn't sound too happy about it. Holding her hair to the back of her head, she began groping at her wrist.

"Here," he said, pulling the spare hair tie from his wrist.

"Thanks. Any more questions?"

"Do you like PDA?"

"Not really. Why?"

"You don't think they'll just accept that we're seeing each other and leave it at that, do you?" He heard their friends laughing outside and knew he would have to make his decision soon. "They'll be inviting us out here all the time."

"Damn, I didn't think about that," she sighed. "Okay. Um… Hand holding?"

"Works for me."

"So you'll do it?"

"I still have questions."

"I'll give you my number and we can text."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"It benefits me. It benefits you. I don't know that it's gonna fucking work, but I'm game." He lifted his glass and gave the whiskey a quick swirl. Holding it up, he waited for her to raise hers and gently clinked them. "Here's to a beautiful relationship, Serena."

"Looking forward to it, Adam," she said.

He took a sip and watched her sip hers. Hearing Britt's laughter growing louder at the door, he pushed away from the counter and moved to the other side of the island. By the time their friends entered the kitchen he was on his phone. Glancing up, he grinned. "Hey, Cole, wanna see a bit I did this morning for BTE?"

Leaving Serena with Britt, he flashed her a quick smile as he and Cole moved into the living room. He showed his friend the short video he'd filmed and edited that morning, mind swirling the entire time.

Fake dating. It sounded like something out of a badly written movie. He was sure he'd seen movies where two people pretended to date. And if he remembered correctly, it always ended in either heartbreak or real love.

That wouldn't happen to them. They were being upfront and honest with each other. And though he was certain that the idea was almost as crazy as the woman who'd had it, he could see the merits. At least in the short term. If she thought that Britt and Cole – mostly Britt – would ease off when they broke up in a couple of months, she was in for a surprise. Then again, maybe she could play heartbroken well enough to make Britt back off.

As for him… Well, maybe he could play heartbroken, too.

"You okay?" Cole asked.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," he promised automatically. Looking down at the glass he was still holding, he took a small sip. "I just need to talk to Britt about something real quick."

Cole looked at him oddly. "Sure. Hey Serena!"

"No, I'm not going to book practice time tomorrow to work on my fucking enzuigiri!"

Adam snorted on a laugh. "Are you that bad a coach?"

"She loves to practice," Cole promised. "Just come here!"

"Not if you're gonna talk to me about work!" she called.

"Hey, Britt?" Adam ventured, leaning in the kitchen doorway. Smiling when Serena looked over to him, he gave his head a quick jerk. She took the hint and muttered something to Britt before slipping past him to go to the living room. They shared a smile, and he knew from Britt's absolute silence that she had noticed. He made sure to turn his head, letting himself admire Serena's walk, then pushed away from the doorway and entered the kitchen.

"Is something wrong?" Britt asked, even though she was grinning.

"No, no, everything's great," he promised, letting his lips slide into a grin as he leaned against the island counter. Setting his unfinished drink down, he cleared his throat and picked up the beer cap lying next to the vase of flowers. "It's about Serena."

Her grin widened. "Oh?"

He almost laughed. "Is she, um… Is she seeing anyone?"

"Why don't you ask her?"

"Kind of get distracted by other things when we're talking," he said with an embarrassed chuckle. Like how her eyes caught any light. And that dimple in her left cheek… "Is she?"

"No. Why?" she asked. Her voice was filled with anticipation.

"I'm just thinking… I don't know." He shrugged, flipping the beer cap over repeatedly. "There's just something about her, y'know?"

"Yeah?"

"You think she'd go out with—"

"Yes I do," Britt blurted. She was practically bouncing on her feet. "You like her?"

"Well, yeah… But—"

"She'd say yes. I know she would. Trust me. Go on, ask her out now," she encouraged, reaching across the island to push at his shoulder.

"Now?" Adam hedged, straightening. He rubbed the back of his neck and glanced toward the living room warily. "Now?"

"Do it. She's perfect for you, Page."

"You said she wasn't my type."

"If I'd said she was perfect for you, you wouldn't have come tonight."

"You're devious as fuck, you know that?"

"I'm not devious! I'm…"

"Sneaky? Underhanded? Conniving?"

"Did you eat a thesaurus for lunch?" she growled. But there was no venom in her tone. "Go on, ask her."

"I don't know," he hedged, just to annoy her. "If she was interested, wouldn't she ask me?"

"No. She's old-fashioned when it comes to dating. Trust me."

She'd said that at least twice. "Okay," he sighed, tossing the beer cap down. "Thanks, Britt."

"You're welcome."

He headed back into the living room, shaking his head when he walked in on Cole showing Serena a video on his phone. Stepping up behind them, he saw that it was a video showing the enzuigiri at different speeds. And, he noticed, Serena was staring straight at Cole's thumb, not the screen. He lightly touched her shoulder and when she looked back at him he smiled. "Can I steal you for a minute?"

"Please do," she stressed, all but shoving Cole away. "I swear to god if I hear the word enzuigiri I'm gonna scream."

"I promise I don't want to steal you to talk about them." Adam grunted when she tugged on his sleeve, then lightly held her arm to guide her to the little hall near the front door.

"What?" she asked in a whisper.

"I need your number," he whispered back, pulling out his phone.

"Why did you need me to be alone for that?"

"Because I told Britt I was gonna ask you out."

"Oh." Taking his phone when he held it out, she put in her name and number. "I'll send myself a text so I'll have your number."

"Yeah." He watched her fingers fly over the screen, so different from the way he texted. Just as she handed his phone back to him he heard a soft chime from the living room.

"All done." She sighed. "And it's getting late. I should get going."

"I'll walk out with you," he offered, opening his messages to see what she'd texted to herself. Seeing she'd put two heart-eyed emojis behind her name, he looked at her and groaned. "Really?"

"What? You wouldn't text that?"

He hadn't even read the text. Gaze dropping, he read the brief sentence and groaned harder. "Fucking really? No, I wouldn't text that."

Hey pretty lady indeed. Shaking his head, he shoved his phone into his pocket.

"I would have said something like… Hey, it's Adam. Just making sure you have my number. It was great meeting you and I'll talk to you soon."

"That sounds like a business email, not a flirty text."

"I don't flirt on the first text."

She smiled. "When do you flirt?"

"Didn't you say you needed to go home?"

Serena rolled her eyes and turned to go back into the living room. That sweet smile was in place again, and it remained while she began her goodbyes. She was tired. It had been a great night, they had to do it again soon. All the usual cliché statements one said, but they sounded sincere coming from her. He announced that he needed to go too and repeated his offer of walking Serena out. For once, Cole and Britt didn't expand their goodbyes, and he was outside with Serena in less than half the time it usually took him to leave.

He walked alongside her to the sidewalk, then turned to face her.

"You gonna be okay to drive?"

She looked at him oddly. Or maybe it was the glow of the outside lights that made her expression seem odd. "I'm fine."

"I know, I know," he said, holding up one hand placatingly. "I was just making sure."

"You had more to drink than I did," she reminded him.

"I'm good," he promised. And he was. He'd barely touched the whiskey. And he couldn't figure out why. Maybe because her words kept echoing in his mind each time he started to take a sip. Her little bit about saving whiskey for special occasions. Which couldn't be the reason, because when the hell had he ever needed a special occasion to enjoy some George Dickel? No, it was because he hadn't wanted to have to sleep it off in the morning. Not that he'd had that problem in a long time… "Really, I'm good."

"Do you have far to drive?" she asked.

"About fifteen minutes. You?"

"Thirty."

He considered that. "I could get you there in fifteen."

"Ah, but I like to take things slow," she informed with a small smile.

Was she flirting with him? Hell no, she couldn't be. She didn't like him. Okay, she liked him. But she wasn't interested. She'd made that perfectly clear while concocting this insane scheme. And it was a good thing she wasn't interested because neither was he. Pushing his hands into his pockets, he let his lips curve slightly. He could give as good as he got. "That's fine, but it's nice to go fast now and then."

"So, what you're saying is you don't like to slow down and enjoy the ride?"

"Now you're twisting my words. I enjoy a slow ride once in a while," he admitted. They were still talking about driving, weren't they?

"I love taking it slow. Sometimes I'll drag it out so it takes an hour."

"Is that right?" he murmured, biting the inside of his cheek. An ache formed in the pit of his belly and he bit cheek harder in an attempt to ignore it.

"The long way around can be very refreshing."

"I don't doubt that for a second."

"Are they still watching?"

He didn't even look. "Of course they are."

"I feel like a goldfish in a pet store."

"Half-dead and floating?"

She snorted on a laugh. "No! No privacy."

"We're not doing anything," he drawled. Grateful it wasn't daylight when he felt his cheeks grow warm, he rocked back on his heels. "I should get going."

"Me too."

This was the part he hated. The awkward feeling that always crept up when it was time to part. He supposed he could just walk off and get into his truck and leave, but the manners slapped into him at a young age kept him from doing so. He had to wait until she got into her car. Until her engine was running and she was driving off. And knowing they had a captivated audience only made it more difficult. Should he take her arm and walk her to her car? Open the door for her? Or should he just stand there like the jackass he felt he was and watch her go? That was if she ever left. Because she hadn't so much as turned one foot in the direction of her car.

"Well," she said suddenly, her voice brisk and businesslike. "I'll see you around?"

"Yeah." He cleared his throat. "We'll probably be invited next week."

"Right. Right." The breeze picked up and he watched it lift a lock of her hair and send it dancing across her face. Her hand lifted, her fingers caught it, and she dragged it away and tucked it behind her ear.

Why, he wondered, was he jealous of her fingers?

"You've got my number. You know, if you need to text me or whatever." Serena looked away and he saw her shoulders rise and fall with a sigh.

"Yeah, same to you. I can do that." He sounded so stupid. "You can call me sometime or whatever?"

"Right." She scraped that lock of hair back again. "You can call me too, I guess."

She sounded so impartial he had no trouble understanding that him calling was the last thing she wanted. Adam licked his lips and glanced at the house. Sure enough, he could just see a face peering at them through the blinds in the front window. And another face at the window by the front door. "You think we should kiss?"

Her eyes grew wide. "What?"

"Kiss. Since we're being watched," he added for clarification. It wasn't like he wanted to kiss her or anything.

Except he kind of did. Maybe? No. He didn't want to kiss her. He did not want to touch her lips. He sure as hell didn't want her lips to touch his, either. He didn't want to hold her cheek or her waist and sneak a taste to see if her lips held the flavor of beer or whiskey or the cinnamon gum she'd popped into her mouth after dinner.

"Do you think we should?" she asked. "I mean, we did just meet."

"You're right—"

"I usually don't kiss until I go out on an actual date," she continued. "And since that won't be happening—"

"I get it, okay? You're right. It was a stupid idea." Fuck, why had he let himself think he would enjoy kissing her? She was way too bossy for his liking. This whole thing was going to suck. Chewing on the inside of his mouth, he pressed his lips together briefly. "Sorry."

Her sigh lingered between them. Then she muttered something and stepped forward. Her lips tilted into a smile that made him feel warm all over. Her hand lightly grasped his bicep and he lifted his eyebrows when she leaned up. Lips soft as velvet pressed to his cheek and remained for several seconds and all he could do was sigh.

Adam pulled one hand free of his pocket and was milliseconds from placing at her waist when she began to pull back. A lock of her hair swirled against his cheek and he ignored the shiver it sent down his spine. He lifted his hand, eyes locking with hers as he reached to guide the tress behind her ear. He froze, held his breath, wondering what the hell he was doing. Her hair continued to dance against his cheek for a long moment. His lungs burned and he slowly released his breath as she raised her hand to sweep her hair behind her ear. The hand at his bicep gave a faint squeeze and he let his hand drop.

"How was that?" she asked, breaking the eye contact.

"Perfect," he whispered, darting his tongue over his suddenly dry lips.

She smiled. "Good."

"Yeah, good."

"Goodnight, Adam," she said. The hand on his bicep trailed down his arm before falling to her side.

He told himself the goosebumps were from the chill in the air. "Goodnight, Serena."

Watching her while she walked to her car, he pushed his hand deeper into his pocket and smiled faintly when she looked back at him before climbing in. He waited until her engine purred to life then headed for his truck, frowning when his fingers brushed against something in his pocket. He pulled it out and turned the object over, recognizing the shape.

The bottle cap from the beer he'd taken to her at the pool. He knew it was that one because he'd used the bottle opener and it had a dent right in the middle. He had no idea how it had ended up in his jeans.

"Huh." Shrugging, he shoved it back into his pocket and focused on more important things.

Why the hell had he almost put his hand on her waist when she kissed his cheek?

And why had he almost messed with her hair?

"Shit," he muttered while starting the engine. He shook his head and released a short breath that could have passed for a laugh. "Can't believe I almost did that."

Maybe he should have?

"Wait, no, that's stupid. She's not into me," he told the empty cab of the truck as he drove down the street.

She sure was good at pretending. Fingers drumming on the steering wheel as he waited for the light to change, he wondered what else she was good at.

"This is so fucking stupid. She's not into me. I'm not into her," he reminded himself with intensity. "We're pretending!"

***

Why had she kissed him?

Okay, so it had just been a peck on the cheek. But then like an idiot she had lingered. Had let that woodsy cologne loiter in her senses.

"Fuck me, I can't believe I kissed him," Serena groaned, turning off her shower. She had taken a quick rinse at Cole's but had needed to scrub all the chlorine from her skin and hair. Beginning to dry off, she went over those brief moments on the sidewalk.

Adam, looking almost adorable with his hands in his pockets. The tangible awkwardness because she had known their friends were watching. The shock when he'd asked if they should kiss. The sudden decision that fuck it, she had to make it look good.

His bicep, thick and hard under her hand. His neatly trimmed beard against her chin. His surprisingly soft cheek. Had she imagined it or had he seemed to enjoy it?

"Of course he enjoyed it, he's a man," she snorted. Wincing at the overt sexism, she muttered an apology to the powers that be and started combing leave-in conditioner through her damp hair.

"Shouldn't have done it," she sighed while putting on her pajamas.

She got her phone and crawled into bed. She called her mom and chatted for a while, catching up on life at home as she did every weekend. Then, out of habit, she opened Twitter. She supposed she should follow him. Britt would say something if she didn't. She found him and, after scrolling through some of his tweets, tapped the follow button. Feeling the need to post something, she slowly tapped out a few words.

Nothing better than spending hours talking with someone about mutual passions without worrying you look and sound like a dork.

Should she mention him? No. That would be taking it too far. She read it over several times to make sure the spelling was correct, then posted it. Pushing thoughts of Adam Page from her mind, she mindlessly scrolled through recent tweets, then went to her notifications to clear them.

And blinked in surprise when she saw that he'd replied to her tweet.

I'll drink to that.

She rolled her eyes and liked the tweet, closing the app after seeing that he'd followed her back.

"Shouldn't have done it," she said again, leaning to plug in her phone.

Not that he'd minded, though, right?

"Of course, he minded," she said aloud after switching off the lamp. "This is pretend!"

That little sigh was one of annoyance. Not his way of letting her know he'd liked her kissing his cheek.

"And I didn't like it either," she muttered, punching her pillow into shape. "Because I don't like him."

She couldn't like him. That would defeat the whole purpose of this crazy scheme. She just had to play a part. It wouldn't last long, after all. Their schedules were at odds, she reminded herself, ignoring the fact that Britt and Cole managed to stay together. She reassured herself that her fake relationship with Adam would last maybe a month. Two at the most. They'd end it amicably, and she would appear upset enough to get a promise from Cole and Britt that they would stop trying to match her up with all their single friends. All in all, it would be relatively easy.

Right?

#hangman page imagine #adam page imagine #hangman page fanfiction #adam page fanfiction #what the hell else do i put in the tags #i'd apologize for the length but LOL no #my fics #time to crawl back into my hole #edit: why doesn't tagging accts work properly why's it gotta be so hard #multipart:BITN

52 notes · View notes

katyatalks · 4 years

Text

Mob Psycho 100 II - Kameda Yoshimichi’s Character Design Notes

With each blu-ray/DVD volume of MP100 II Character Designer Kameda Yoshimichi gives some notes regarding his process designing each character. Here are all his notes for S2 in the order they are presented, regarding; Shinra Banshoumaru, Emi, Mogami Keiji, Joudou Kirin, Asagiri Minori, The Urban Legends, Shimazaki Ryou, Hatori Nozomu, Minegishi Toshiki, Shibata Hiroshi, Suzuki Touichirou & Serizawa Katsuya.

SHINRA BANSHOUMARU

My highly recommended character from season 2, Shinrin Maruo! … that’s not his name, it’s Shinra Banshoumaru!! I super, super love Shinra to the point where it’s unbearable, and I even put him into season 1!!! Do you know where, though? These lovable, chubby characters - they’re lacking in recent anime, but I figured I’m in the position to change that!! I made him bigger than he is in the manga and upon drawing his rough design, Director Tachikawa told me I was going too far and had me draw a retake. I was like a bulldozer - ‘That’s so stupid!’ - so I managed to save his nice body (laughs).

After episode 2 he doesn’t appear at all, but please be sure to love Shinrin!!! How about a spin-off!? “Shinrin Psycho 100”, how’s that!?!?!? Ah, Shinra, actually. Sorry.

EMI

The amount of people who wanted to see this story animated!!!! Since it usually ranks either first or second place in polls that assess the most popular story in the Mob Psycho 100 manga, we figured we’d have season 2 start with it, and since it’s such a popular part, there was an agreement that I’d be animation director for it! Which I was enthusiastic about, until - huh? Episode 2 has Shinra Banshoumaru? Then, I’ll do episode 2! And with that, I left episode 1 in the hands of Yoshida-san! It’s a story with drama at its heart, and that’s what Yoshida-san specialises in, so I was happy with that!!! I’m pleased with Emi-chan’s hair colour. I made it a caramel-pink. My type 100%.

MOGAMI KEIJI

Truth is, work on Mob Psycho 100 II began from Episode 5. Because of that, the first of the fresh new characters to be drawn was Mogami. Just before getting to work on Mob Psycho 100 II I’d been working on something else where the proportions are quite short, so I kept in mind that I had to make sure that didn’t affect my designs here - as a result, for the first rough draft for Mogami, I had him with full on shoulder pads so he’d look taller, in a Saeba Ryou kinda vibe (laughs). Well, maybe not as far as Saeba Ryou. As expected, following a check with the director I was told the balance of his body isn’t Mob Psycho-ish! And now his design is as it is. And yet… maybe it would’ve been nice to have his shoulders be raised, just a little?? In the manga he’s quite a handsome man, but my Mogami isn’t that handsome… that’s regrettable.

JOUDOU KIRIN

I have Joudou-sensei wear a kesa [Buddhist priest’s robe] in the anime - it’s pretty cute, isn’t it? Something I paid attention to was the lines from where his kesa ends to his tip toes! He appears in episodes 4-7 and more so than Mogami does, but he’s fun to draw. His deformation in episode 4 was super funny, so we included more of those (laughs). However, the wrinkles on his forehead and his hair barcode are a bit of trouble, and he’s got three rosaries on, and vertical stripes on his kesa… a lot of lines, and animating all those lines is a delicate matter. Also, he has huge eyes. They must get dry easily, I’m sure that’s tough for him.

ASAGIRI MINORI

We get three design variations for Minori - the one in the bed, the one that’s possessed by Mogami, and the one wearing Salt Middle School’s sailor uniform. Her chipped nails while she’s lying in the bed are an anime original. I wanted something in her design that’d counter her cute face. Above everything, what stands out in her design is her hair colour!!!! Her final design has her with purple hair, but at first I imagined her with a cute pink, like Minky Momo-chan. However, the pink hair didn’t really match with her skin colour and overall ghastliness when she’s possessed by Mogami, so after a revision, I went for purple. The way she is now… well, she’s cute, but I think pink hair would’ve been reeeeeeally cute! There’s not many illustrations in the manga where the characters are given colour, so it was very fun getting to choose colours for the anime!

URBAN LEGENDS

With the characters that appear in the Urban Legend Arc, it was super fun to envision how they might move around, and what details to add and/or remove!! Regarding Wriggle Wriggle from episode 1, in order to give a sense of scale in comparing its height with Mob’s, on its character sheet I drew it with an extreme use of perspective. An angle similar to that image gets used in the anime.

In episode 2, Red Raincoat is as he is in the manga, but The Dragger dragging her dolls behind her is an original design. I gave the three dolls she drags a sense of individuality & a ghastly feel, then thought about wetting her clothes and skirt with mud and rain, deciding to make her simple. The dragger has very long hair, which appeals to my 80s-anime-loving taste. I guess when it comes to original designs I always drag out something that I’ve been stocking in my own drawers (laughs).

On the other hand, with Dash Granny all we see of her is her running blurry form, so even on her character sheet her references are all smeared - kinda like me declaring, ‘right, I’m the animation director for episode 2, so let me handle drawing the granny.’ (Laughs).

Season 2 is filled with a lot of deep stories, so if we get to continue the Mob Psycho 100 anime, I’d like for us to do more light-hearted stories where cases related to urban legends are solved like this!!

SHIMAZAKI RYOU

The member of the Ultimate Five who gets the most time in the spotlight, Shimazaki - easy to draw, isn’t he?? His eyes are lines, the corners of his mouth are a little lifted - just draw that and there you go! Shimazaki! He fights with Teru-kun twice - episodes 9 and 11 - but I’ve been told that the jersey Teru-kun wears from episode 10 onwards is quite perplexing (laughs). In the manga it’s a black jersey… of course I know that. It’s just… he fights Shimazaki, who has a black colour scheme, and then Mob and Sakurai also have black colour schemes… Suzuki is more or less the same, as is Koyama, so to say. Way too many characters with a black colour scheme. Having all these characters with black colour schemes in one scene? That’s a No, Thanks from me. With all that blackness, you wouldn’t be able to understand who’s who!!!!!! Huh? You’d understand because Teru is blonde? W-well...

HATORI NOZOMU

You noticed, right? Hatori’s very cute pigeon [hato] crest!! A crest I highly recommend! … and yet, Hatori doesn’t appear much, does he… plus, the pigeon really didn’t stand out at all either (laughs). As much as I could, I’d leave the style of clothing that each character wears in the manga more or less the same for their anime design, then apply colour, then add a design that matches the character - designing their clothes was fun! Teru-kun’s jersey has a seagull, and Koyama’s hoodie has a spiral-like design - I think it’d be fun to search for these designs!! Actually, why does Teru-kun’s jersey have a seagull on it, you might ask?? Well, flip the seagull upside down… and you get someone standing… pigeon toed!

MINEGISHI TOSHIKI

I felt like the kinds of plants Minegishi manipulates would be of a carnivorous nature, so I ended up learning a lot of stuff when I was doing research! When thinking of carnivorous plants, what immediately springs to mind is Rafflesia! Even when reading illustrated encyclopaedias as a kid, I thought Rafflesia plants looked pretty scary. I’d read something about ‘man-eating plants’ and thought to myself, man, I want that to be about Rafflesia - I looked it up and it was! It stinks, so it’s as if it eats both humans and insects! I feel sorry for it - it’s just a stinky flower. Also, I made a big discovery!! Seems like you can drink the digestive fluids of pitcher plants!!! *gags*. Apparently you can only drink it before they catch insects, but it’s close to being germ-free, so please, drink without worry! Also, in Malaysia or somewhere like that, it seems they put rice inside the mouth of a pitcher plant, then steam and eat it, like bamboo chimaki [Rice dumpling wrapped in bamboo leaves]. ...In a pitcher plant… really…? *gags* *gags again*. With venus flytraps, too, people put minced meat in their mouths and grill them or something… those of you who own carnivorous plants; please, give it a go!! But the result is your own responsibility!!!

SHIBATA HIROSHI

He brings the pressure in episode 10 - when I read the manga, I felt this incomparable atmosphere when Shibata transforms and roars noisily around. I think the anime was amazing in amping that up! Looking at the manga, when Shibata’s on his rampage, he takes on more of a swarthy tone. So when I came to choose his colours for the anime, I first had his skin tone be pretty dark, but I felt like that didn’t give the same impact as it did in the manga, so I proposed giving him a scarlet tone as if he came from the Asura realm! And I’m glad I had the sense to! Actually, speaking on this now, he’s kinda like The Hulk (laughs). I guess it would’ve been funny if I made his skin green.

SUZUKI TOUICHIROU

Truth is, I’d finalised Suzuki’s design during season 1. Only because he appears for a split second during the final episode, though (laughs). But, while working on the main story, something I noticed with my design that troubled me was that alongside being slender and baby-faced, his height left something to be desired… so he didn’t look like a boss character in the slightest. After I finished work on the final episode, I thought it’d be good to make his face a little longer, ie. more mature. To make him appear more aggressive, I tried to make his eyes smaller, but then his design strayed too far from his manga self. Of all the things that caused me grief, the worst one of them all was his hair - does he have a jagged hairline because he’s brushed his hair back, or is the jaggedness there a very short fringe due to him having short hair? After I finished work on the final episode, I unexpectedly had the chance to see ONE-sensei, live, drawing Suzuki - from there, my problem was solved!!! Jagged hair (laughs). (It’s due to him having short hair, right?) I apologise for never grasping the true form of his hair, right up to the end.

SERIZAWA KATSUYA

Translated previously here.

Twitter crosspost here.

Season 1 notes here.

#mp100 #mob psycho 100 #my stuff #shinra banshoumaru #emi #mogami keiji #joudou kirin #asagiri minori #shimazaki ryou #hatori nozomu #minegishi toshiki #shibata hiroshi #suzuki touichirou #serizawa katsuya #booklet #kameda yoshimichi

118 notes · View notes

yaboylevi · 7 years

Note

thanks so much for the ask! it might take me a bit to answer but aha I appreciate it. now for you: snk, mikasasha, ereri (bc I love hearing your views on ereri haha), and eren! have fun!

Thank you

001 | Fandom - SNK:

Favorite character: apparently my boys Eren&Levi

Least Favorite character: HISTORIA’S PARENTS

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): ereri, yumihisu, mikasasha, jeankasa and mobuhan!

Character I find most attractive: this is so difficult!!! maybe Eren. and Historia. Character I would marry: Levi because we’re both quiet and love tea and we wouldn’t bother each other lmao and imo he would cherish his significant other so

Character I would be best friends with: YMIR&HANGE

A random thought: why are the girls in shingeki so prettyyyy i love them, also Uprising arc is best arc

An unpopular opinion: Levi doesn’t have OCD

My canon OTP: yumihisu ahah….ah…

Non-canon OTP: ereri

Most badass character: okay ngl Levi is the best

Pairing I am not a fan of: er/em/ika

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): nobody

Favourite friendship: LEVI AND HANGE also Jean and Eren!!

Character I want to adopt or be adopted by: i want to adopt all of them!!

002 - A | ship - mikasasha:

When I started shipping it: recently. and by recently i mean, like, maybe last year around spring?

My thoughts: i stumbled upon a fic that had them as a side couple and! i fell in love so hard! Then i started actually paying attention to them in canon and wow!! They’re the cutest beans

What makes me happy about them: the fact that Sasha would be so good to Mikasa! She makes her laugh (okay, internally, but i bet she could easily make her snort). Mikasa jokes only around her in canon (the fart incident, the bread both in chuugakko and shingeki), so she’s pretty comfortable around Sasha and i think that’s good for her. It takes the best out of her, maybe even her true self. She can take off her mind from gloomy topics and she can drop her steely mask. Also, i keep saying this but, Mikasa was the only one to notice when Sasha wasn’t feeling too well at one point in the manga. And Mikasa never really pays too much attention to anyone other than Eren and Armin, so i think this speaks volumes about how much she cares about Sasha/enjoy Sasha’s lively mood!

What makes me sad about them: that they’re so underrated! like people prefer mika/ani and I’m here like WHAT? have you seen how cute they are Sasha and Mikasa together?

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: nothing, every mikasasha fic is good

Things I look for in fanfic: domestic&affectionate mikasasha maybe? as I already said, every mikasasha fic is a blessing

My kinks: Sasha likes to hug Mikasa and squish her boo/bs (is this even a kink?)

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Mikasa with Jean, he would treat her so good and treasure her like she deserves ohhghfk Sasha idk I’ve never really thought about it

My happily ever after for them: hunters!mikasasha!!!!!! They hunt together for elderly people who have always lived in villages and don’t know how to hunt. also they have a farm and they adopt a couple of children don’t @ me on this!

002 - B | ship - ereri: (oh god this is gonna be long)

When I started shipping it: I liked them back when i started reading the manga/watching the anime, so 2013? It was a quiet thing though. They became my favourites only in 2015, i can’t believe it’s already been two years!

My thoughts: i love them oh god i wish i could stop because it’s not looking good for them in the manga (i mean, they’re probably gonna die and it’s gonna hurt so bad because I’m too invested in snk and them as a couple OH MY G). i actually love their relationship in canon, it really warms my heart because they share really meaningful, important moments, in particular for Eren’s character development and growth as a person.

What makes me happy about them: i love that Levi has a deep understanding of Eren. He always watch out for him, and it’s obviously not only because he was ordered to keep him under control by the MPs. Also, in the end we know that his duty is to keep Eren safe and he really is trying hard on that.

And i love how Eren’s feelings have shifted from blind hero-worship to something more meaningful. Because now he actually knows Levi and it’s amazing how easily he came to accept Levi’s shortcomings and they’re now comfortable around each other. And he still respects him a great deal, which we saw wasn’t always the case in many instances (the new squad Levi didn’t care about Levi’s cleaning standards, they also initially didn’t trust him too much and thought he was too harsh and openly criticised him. Also other people mocked Levi for his height or called him mad etc. That’s why i think Levi&Eren could really work well together, because they understand each other so well. it’s not really an overly apparent thing, i don’t know how to say it, they just get the other’s feelings/idiosyncrasies without speaking about it. And they actually accept them wholeheartedly. So yeah, together they could relieve the grief they’re both consumed by). When Eren is lost, he always thinks about Levi and what he taught him. I also love that they generally care about each other in a really subtle way; Levi always checks up on Eren and tries to comfort him with words, even if he’s not that good at expressing his own feelings/comforting people

Eren also thinks about his captain’s safety in more than one occasion. i love to think that, if they ever got in a relationship, they would support each other, especially since I think both of them are kind of selfless (in different ways but) and they just don’t seem to care about themselves. So together they would take care of each other. I don’t know if all this makes sense but, yeah, I’m just so overwhelmed by my own feelings right now.

What makes me sad about them: Eren’s going to die. what the hell, I’m still so upset. And there’s also the chance that Levis gonna die, too. Or he’s gonna be one of the only survivors from the SC and i can’t deal with the idea of Levi being left behind. Levi has always looked so sad, kinda melancholic to me and he’s close to depression, imo. I would like him to find some kind of solace but i don’t see it happening and it saddens me. The fact that he’s going to watch Eren, a person he learned to respect and care about, die is just so. cruel. idk, I’m sad now.

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: “UKE LEVI or UKE EREN” what the fuck it’s not 2011 anymore. “Brat”. Levi treating Eren like shit but Eren loves him anyway (what the hell…)

Things I look for in fanfic: mutual respect and trust. caring!Levi. extra pining on both ends ahah and awkward!Levi. bonus if it’s a reincarnation au! Or canonverse.

My kinks: ok this might sound weird but since that one time Eren bled form his nose…i think i like things related to blood with them. but maybe i just love when Levi takes care of Eren? i don’t know.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Eren with nobody idk he never really showed interest in anyone else in my opinion, Levi would be cute with Hanji maybe? because they work so well as a duo. Levi would be exasperated to no end ahah it would be fun

My happily ever after for them: more like “saddily ever after”? I think they would chose to live together away from everyone (gladly accepting visits from Mikasa&co), on the outskirt of Paradis Island by the ocean or the countryside, waiting for Eren to…die. They would spend their days quietly, murmuring sweet nothings while reading on the sofa, Eren would swim a lot and Levi would scowl at all the sand but he would secretly love the taste of salt on Eren’s skin; they would give each others massages to relieve the ache in their bones and drink tea every night by the fireplace. they also would cuddle A Lot because Levi is a fucking cuddler and you can’t convince me otherwise. I would really like for them to have a happy ending and I do hope a cure to the titan curse can be found in canon but it’s pretty unlikely to me, unfortunately.

003 | Character: Eren

How I feel about this character: he is my son and i will protect him and love him forever

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Levi. and Historia, yeah

My non-romantic OTP for this character: erejean!!! best duo!

My unpopular opinion about this character: apparently a lot of people think he will look like Grisha after the time skip, but I’m positive that if he still has long hair he’s gonna look like Carla and I’m so glad because Carla is beautiful!! also i don’t think Eren has romantic feelings for Mikasa. And his rage is not a thing to laugh about. He had a pretty fucked up life till now and i know how hard it is to live with so much anger and grief, especially when you don’t know how to get rid of them.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: i wish he could live till 80 yo ahah I’m sAD

My het ship: erehisu

My fem/slash ship: uuhhhh? fem!Levi/fem!Eren (there’s a lovely fic on ao3 with them!!)

My OTP: ereri

My OT3: ererijean!

My cross over ship: /

My kink: Eren loving himself

A headcanon: Eren is actually pretty good at cooking and has dimples when he laughs

My gender bend: Ererin? I don’t know if this can be considered as such tho, i headcanon Ererin as genderfl/uid so

#thank you so much for the ask emi I had fun and I got pretty emotional <3 #snk #ereri #mikasasha #ereri meta #ask game #vivitalks

23 notes · View notes

tidalsongprecure · 3 years

Text

Tidal Song Precure! - Chapter 1

●╭╮╭╮╭╮╭╮╭╮╭╮╭╮●

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

Chapter One

A ripple in the waves! The heart of the sea, Cure Delphin!

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

●╰╯╰╯╰╯╰╯╰╯╰╯╰╯●

“The sea is emotion incarnate. It loves, hates, and weeps. It defies all attempts to capture it with words and rejects all shackles. No matter what you say about it, there is always that which you can’t.”

Emotion is a complicated thing. There can be good, bad, and all sorts of in-between. Like the sea, there’s an ebb and flow to one’s feelings.

It’s what we do with those feelings that matter.

━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━

Palm trees rippled in the wind, dancing in the briny breeze. The early rays of morn shone through the windows, welcoming her with its warmth. And blue...that endless blue. From the vivid hue of the skies to the constant ebb and flow of the sea, it was everywhere.

“You’re positive you didn’t forget anything Mom?”

The girl’s mother, Haya, eyed her through the rearview mirror. “You asked that back on the ferry Kyoko, yes we have everything . Now, relax! We’re supposed to be enjoying ourselves. After all, living on Yumeshima will mean more time together!”

“I know, I know.” Sighing, Kyoko Koizumi leaned back into her seat. “I’m just checking! It’s not the first time you or Dad have forgotten something important…”

“That’s a bit harsh Kyoko,” her father, Sora, chimed in. “Your mother and I are perfectly capable of keeping track of ourselves, thank you very much.”

“Right…” Kyoko directed her attention to the glittering depths just outside her window, the blue in her eyes shining just as bright. “To think we get to live here...it’s incredible.”

“Yes, it’ll definitely be a change, but I’ve heard great things about this island! Studying the marine life here will be amazing…” Haya turned to face Kyoko, a sheepish smile on her face. “I’m sorry this was so sudden, sweetheart, to pick up everything in Kirakono in a few months...”

“It’s alright! Working here has a lot of great opportunities for you and Dad, so I don’t mind, honest!” Even with her reassurance, her mother still seemed worried, so she changed the subject. “H-have you heard anything else interesting about Yumeshima?”

“Well, your dad heard about some stories of miracles happening on Yumeshima I think?”

“Miracles? What do you mean?”

“Something about... strange creatures in the sea? He said he read about it in some article, but you know how he is. Believes everything he sees online.”

“It’s not like that!” Sora interrupted, Kyoko jolting in her seat. “There’ve been local stories and everything! You ask any of the locals and they’ll tell you!”

“I bet...Dad, watch the road!”

“Oh!” The car swerved to the side, before skidding to a stop in front of a neighbourhood lined with cottages, the car swerved to the side. “Thanks, Kyoko. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Probably be in a hospital...”

━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━

Kyoko watched her parents and the movers file into their new home. It was pretty, she’d decided, with its white wooden walls and verdant vines trailing up the sides. It was positioned in the middle of the neighbourhood, and the dirt path next to the canal was smooth and fairly tidy. She stumbled out of the way as another worker bustled past, hefting a box nearly her size.

“Looks like this may take a while…”

“Kyoko!” Her mother called her over, carrying a small lunch box.

“What is it? Do you need help moving stuff in?” Kyoko asked, stepping up onto the patio. The task looked a bit tedious, sure, but she wanted to be as helpful as possible. The sudden move was definitely more exhausting on her parents rather than her.

“What? No, no! I noticed you seemed a little bored so…” Haya pointed to the pathway leading into town, giving Kyoko’s shoulder a light squeeze. “Why don’t you explore for a bit? We were on the ferry for a while, and the car ride was a bit long too, so you must be itching to stretch your legs!”

“Oh…uhm…” On one hand, exploring the island did sound tempting, and she was a bit stiff from all the travelling...but, she couldn’t. Her parents could definitely use her help and she didn’t want to leave them with all these boxes. That’d be wrong...wouldn't it? While she pondered this, muttering to herself, Haya slipped the container into her backpack -- complete with a dolphin keychain -- and gave her a gentle nudge.

“Quit worrying, sweetheart, go have fun! Leave the boring stuff to us adults.”

“B-but…”

Seeing she needed more encouragement, Haya added, “Think of it like...when you were little, and you went searching for those dolphins! It’ll be an adventure!” Of course, she had to bring that up. Cheeks burning, Kyoko rushed down the steps of the patio.

“Alright, alright I’ll go! Just, please don’t mention that story!”

“Yeah, yeah. Make sure to stick to the path! And be back by noon!”

━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━

“Why would Mom send me out here? Where should I even go?” Kyoko squinted at the map she’d downloaded earlier. “If I follow the path here, I should reach the town eventually…” After scrutinizing the map a little longer, she nodded and shoved her phone back into her bag. “May as well figure out my way around here, Mom and Dad won't be able to drive me around, so…”

That’s right, she was fifteen now. She couldn’t rely on her parents anymore -- not that she did , really, but it'd be best to be able to take care of herself, right? Her parents had always been busy with their work (marine biology was no joke), and as much as she loved how passionate they were, it did make spending time together a little difficult.

But it’s okay! Now that she was fifteen, she could really be independent. She’d start her final year of junior high in a few days, clean up around the house more, maybe get a job…

“They don’t have time to worry about me anymore.”

As Kyoko reached the town, she was greeted with the clean scent of brine. It wafted around her, removing any lingering fatigue from her body. The ocean has always had that effect on her, ever since she was little. A brief moment by the sea could instantly lift her spirits. So, instead of touring the town, she headed straight for the beach, kicking off her sneakers. Cautiously, she dipped her toes near the shoreline and allowed the water to wash over her. It was a bit chilly, but compared to the fervour of the sun, it was a pleasant contrast. The momentary peace was interrupted when a sudden flash appeared behind her.

“What was that?!” Grabbing her shoes and bag, she followed the flashes down the beach. The source of light came from a stony cave near the edge of the coast. By the time she’d neared the entrance, the light had faded. “The light came from here...I wonder where it leads.” Kyoko ran her hand over the rocky opening, about to enter when-

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?”

She jumped, nearly smacking her head against the stone entrance. The shout had come from a girl behind her, fluffy blonde hair framing her face. Her light tan only served to highlight her sharp golden eyes even more, which were staring Kyoko down. She was barely taller, but she seemed to tower above her. Could demeanour really do that alone? After taking in her appearance, Kyoko concluded.

“Oh, wow, she’s gorgeous! But, she looks pretty annoyed…”

“You DO know you’re not supposed to be in there right? Are you trying to get yourself hurt?!”

Maybe it was the heat, or simply the blonde girl’s intensity, but all the commotion made Kyoko’s head swim. “I, uhm, I think there’s been a misunderstanding I just…” she babbled out. By the high arch of the blonde’s brow, it was clear her words weren’t getting through.

Before the situation could escalate any further, another girl approached the blonde from behind, lightly tapping her shoulder. Her lilac tresses seemed to float down her back, and when she removed her sunglasses, purple eyes surrounded by thick lashes blinked curiously at them. Kyoko squirmed under the captivating gaze, shying away from the pair. Even her complexion was flawless and fair, seeming to glow under the sunlight. They were like...the sun and moon, she thought, with their unique radiance.

“She’s beautiful as well! What I’d give to look like that...”

“Emi, I heard shouting, is everything alright?” The girl finally noticed Kyoko and scanned her over. Kyoko braced herself, preparing for the worst but rather than berating, the girl smiled. The gentle gesture allowed Kyoko to relax a bit. “You don’t look familiar, are you new here?”

“I-I am! I just moved here today, with my parents…”

The calmer girl whispered in Emi’s ear, who continued to scowl at Kyoko. After she’d finished, she turned back to Kyoko, a sympathetic smile on her face. “I’m really sorry about my friend here. She’s not mad at you, she was just worried.”

“I was NOT worried.”

“Right...anyway, it’s best if you stay clear of Eudora Cove. There have been erosion issues, so it’s not safe. Wouldn’t want you getting hurt.”

“Eudora Cove?” Kyoko echoed. She pointed to the cave’s entrance, “Named after one of the Nereids from Greek mythology? Strange name for a place like this…”

“Weird name or not,” Emi added, scuffing her sandals against the sand. “We’ve always been told it’s dangerous as kids,” She refused to look Kyoko in the eye, and she pursed her lips in a penitent pout. “I assumed you knew, that’s all.” Emi turned back to her friend, “Yuyu, we should get going.”

“Ah yes, we should be heading back,” she waved to Kyoko, “It was nice meeting you. Maybe we’ll see you around?”

Pink flooded Kyoko’s cheeks. “Yeah, see you…” Once the girls were out of earshot, she sighed. That certainly wasn’t the best first impression, but still, she definitely saw something . Why didn’t the other girls notice it? A part of her wanted to run away, to heed the girls’ advice but…

“I’ve got to know what that light was!”

━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━

Thoroughly mortified but determined to see it through, Kyoko entered the cavern. Seashells and stones studded the stony walls, like stars on a clear night. Soft sand blanketed the floor of the cave, which was surprisingly clear of any tracks. “That’s strange...”

“Your Highness, please! We don’t have time - zu!”

“I’m trying, but it’s hard!!”

Voices echoed from within the cave, and splashing could be heard further within. Following the noise, Kyoko was led to a clearing, in which a pool of cerulean shimmered. She hid behind a nearby rock, watching the commotion warily. Near the pool, she spotted a baby sea turtle facing the water. “That's weird, why would a sea turtle be here? It’s not with any other hatchlings, I hope it wasn’t abandoned...”

The pool’s waters began to gleam and bubble, green light filling the cavern. Kyoko shielded her eyes, and when the light faded, a girl came into view. Her long hair was the shade of sea glass, and pointed ears peaked out of her hair. She donned a gown of...seafoam? After brushing her hair out of her face, she attempted to stand up.

Attempted.

The girl wobbled, flailing like a fish out of water. When it appeared like she was about to gain her balance, she’d start to sway again. Kyoko’s stress swelled as she watched her. “Looks like she could use some help…” She stepped out from her hiding place, approaching the girl hesitantly. “Uh, excuse me? Do you need some help?”

The girl and the turtle turned to Kyoko, panic etched on their faces. Just as suddenly as she appeared, the girl dove back into the pool. As soon as she touched the water, the clearing was doused in light. As the light faded and bubbling died down, the turtle leapt onto Kyoko’s face.

It did what now?

Kyoko grasped onto the turtle’s shell, trying to pry her off. “I have the human Princess! Get away while you can - zu!” The sea turtle called. Even with her small flippers, her hold was surprisingly tight.

“You can TALK ?!” Kyoko screeched -- to the best of her ability since the turtle was covering her mouth. She stumbled, scrambling to shake the creature off. Eventually, the turtle lost her grip and went spinning into the sand, finally landing on her shell. Kyoko scrambled to set her upright, then cupped her in her hands. “I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”

“Put me down! Lemme go - zu! I will not be caught by a human, I refuse - zu!” The turtle protested, squirming wildly. To her ‘request’, Kyoko set the animal on the sand. While she did so, something else caught her eye. A ring of keys made from...coral sat next to the pool. There were an array of colours, from pearly white to ocean blue to sunshine yellow.

“These probably belong to that girl...speaking of, she hasn’t come up for air…” She knelt and leaned closer to the water. “Are you okay down there? You dropped your...keys?” Kyoko trailed off, stopping as a figure rose from the pool. It was the girl from before, only the dress she wore was gone. In its place was a light sea green top, and a slender, sea green tail in place of legs.

“A tail...instead...of legs….tail...no legs…does that mean?”

“You’re a...a mermaid!”

The mermaid had her hands in front of her, outstretched in apprehension. Despite the attempt to sound commanding, her voice shook as she spoke. “P-put the keys down, Terra Dweller and step away from the water.”

Kyoko did as she was told, following the directions in a haze. So much was happening, it was hard to process. All she could think about was the creature before her. She watched as the mermaid heaved herself onto the pool’s edge. “The Keys of Pontoporeia...I don’t think they’re damaged.” After taking the keys, the mermaid groaned before flopping onto the sand. “Azuuuure....don’t you have ANYTHING I can eat? I’m starving!”

“Not QUITE the reaction I was expecting.”

The turtle, Azure, shuffled toward the mermaid with as much attitude as she could muster. “I’ve told you, Your Highness, I don’t have anything - zu. We left Azora in such a rush, food was the last thing on my mind - zu!”

“What?! But I’ve been swimming for days!” The mermaid whined, sinking into the sand again. In a huff, she smacked her tail against the pool’s surface. “How am I supposed to shift if I have no strength?!”

“I think she’s uh, stomping her foot...or FIN I guess...”

“Uhm, if you’re hungry, I have some food I could share..?” Kyoko pulled out the container her mom had given her and popped the lid off. Inside were little sandwiches shaped like fish, with various fillings inside. “The taiyaki sandwiches we made, of course!”

“Taiyaki?” They parrotted.

Kyoko handed a sandwich to each of them. Warily, the mermaid sniffed it, gave it a lick, and then a tiny nibble. She stared the morsel down, before shoving the whole sandwich in her mouth. Kyoko could only gape as the mermaid scarfed it down, and turned to her with eyes filled with longing. She handed her another, settling down next to the pool. “I can’t believe mermaids are real… What are you doing here? Where did you come from? Are there more mermaids nearby? Ah- ” She caught herself mid-ramble. “I’m sorry for all the questions...it’s just so incredible!”

Polishing off her meal, the mermaid agreed, “I feel the same! I mean, I thought all Terra Dwellers - ah, HUMANS, were just yucky pirates, but you’re really nice!”

“Oh! Uhm, thank you...?”

Giggling and splashing her fins happily, she raised her tail toward Kyoko in greeting, who shook it awkwardly. “My name is Odessa, it’s nice to meet you!”

“I’m Kyoko, Kyoko Koizumi…”

The sea turtle flew up and landed on Odessa’s shoulder. “Your Highness, if you’re going to introduce yourself, at least do so properly - zu!”

“Oh Azure, there’s no need to -”

“Nonsense! No matter where you are, you’re still Azoran royalty - zu!” With Odessa rolling her eyes and Azure pointedly clearing her throat, she declared, “This is Her Highness, Princess Odessa Alagona of the First Pearl’s Boon, and you should address her as such - zu!”

“And Azure is being way too formal! Just Odessa is fine.”

“So not only are you a mermaid,” Kyoko began, “But a princess too?” Her dad had been right...for once. She’d felt that there was something weird about this island, and now she’d seen his ‘supposed miracle’ with her own eyes. She wanted to ask so much, but she didn’t want to frighten her again, so she started with one: “What are you doing here?”

“Princess, is it really wise to share so much with this Terra Dweller?” Azure asked. “You don’t know her very well - zu!”

“But...she seems really nice, maybe she can help us!” After positioning her tail comfortably, she began to explain, “My big sister, Meriella...she sent me here for my safety. You see, our home -- Azora Kingdom, it's in danger! A horrible wave of cursed ink spread throughout the sea, the palace was attacked, all to take the Cordis Shell…”

“The Cordis Shell? What’s that?”

“The purest source of sea magic. It’s, like, SUPER powerful. It was gifted to our kingdom eons ago but was taken away for safekeeping a few years back. Only the king and queen -- my parents -- know where it is, but they fled during the Shoal’s attack.” Odessa sighed, sadly swishing her tail in the water. “I just hope they’re okay. Meriella and the others too...I didn’t see all the damage, but I know that the Shoal is strong and won’t stop until they get their fins on the Shell!”

Cursed ink, magic shells, and mermaid royalty? That was….quite a bit to digest. Kyoko didn’t know where to start, but she could tell Odessa was sad at least. She patted the mermaid’s tail, her gaze filled with warmth. “That sounds terrifying...it must be hard to be so far from home, in an unfamiliar world like this.”

“It’s okay! Once I find the Precure, everything will be alright!”

“Precure?”

Azure sighed, frowning deeply at the princess. “Your Highness, you’re not still going on about that, are you? They’re just a merfolk legend, a story for guppies! Those fictional heroes can’t help us - zu!”

“Yes, they CAN Azure!” She shouted with a smack of her tail. “They’re real, and once I find them, I can finally help the kingdom! Meriella, Syreni, even Kaliani won’t have to worry about me anymore! Gasping, Odessa turned to Kyoko, who had been quietly listening to her woes. “You! You could help me! If I’m going to find the Precure, I’ll need to go on land. Let’s look for them together!”

Looking for the Precure...it sounded important, something that couldn’t afford mistakes or errors. What if she made things worse for Odessa? She couldn’t take that risk, she’d been through so much already. “But, I don’t know the island very well. I just moved here, so...I’m DEFINITELY not the best for this.”

“Oh...even so, just someone to help get my land legs! Please, Kyoko! You’re the only one who can! It’s gotta be you!”

“I’m really sorry, I wish I could help…but I can’t. You shouldn’t entrust me with something like this.” She gathered her things, trying to ignore Odessa’s pleas. Sliding her backpack on, she turned to the princess once more. “I have to go, I’m so sorry. But, I hope you find what you’re looking for.”

It’s better this way...right?

━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━

Deep below the surface, within the Azoran seas, trouble was brewing. But not for those who feared them, but the members of the Shoal of Lament themselves.

“What do you MEAN she escaped?!”

“Miss, it’s not our fault. That rotten crown princess sent her away before we could ask her anything.” Nerida explained, inspecting her slim, eellike tail. The mermaid had deep blue hair, and skin with a peculiar purple tint. After adjusting the gold jewelry she modelled, she pointed her fins toward her subordinate. “If you must blame anyone, blame Calypso. He spent so much time flaunting his Sirens, we missed our chance!”

The accused merman feigned a gasp. “How could I not?” His blue complexion allowed his green tentacles to glow in the darkness. “My Sirens had so much fun tearing up the city! You wound me, my love.”

“I am NOT your love.”

“It doesn’t matter now, the princess should be far from Azora at this point,” another merman added. He sported a mop of dirty blond hair and a tawny seahorse tail. “We should locate her right away. She’s the last member of the royal family, she must know of the Cordis Shell’s whereabouts.”

“My thoughts precisely. We don’t have time for all this squabbling!” another mermaid exclaimed, smacking her fist against the craggy wall behind her. Her navy blue tail was rough, fins firm and as frightening as a shark. She handed a ring of coral keys to their mistress, bowing. “Miss, I stole these from Princess Syreni. I know the royals use them to pass into other seas in the realm, perhaps we can use these to pursue the princess.”

“Excellent.” She held her hands over the keys, and with a small spell, the once radiant keys were dyed an inky black. “Take these Nerida, and find that minnow. Make her regret ever leaving the sea.”

“Of course Miss.”

━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━

After today, she could never look at the ocean the same.

How could she? A whole new world was under the surface, a world in danger, and she’d refused to help it. “I wonder how Odessa is...I hope she’s okay.” Kyoko muttered, looking out to sea from her balcony. She shivered a bit, the ocean breeze nipping at her skin.

Unbeknownst to her, Haya had slipped into her room to say goodnight, but when her mother saw her, looking to the water with longing, she could sense something was up. Her mother joined her on the balcony, draping a blanket over Kyoko's shoulders. “It’s still early spring y’know? Don’t want you catching a cold.”

“Oh, thanks.”

They took a moment to watch the sea, admiring its glistening surface, studded with moonlight. Kyoko’s gaze lingered, but she eventually turned to face her mother. “Mom? Could I ask you something?”

After getting a nod from her mother, she took a deep breath. “So...let’s say you have this friend right? And they really REALLY want your help with something. But this thing is SO important, that if you mess up a LOT of people could get hurt. So you say no, because this friend has gone through so much already, and the last thing they need is you making things worse! Uhm...that’s okay, right?”

Haya laughed, “That’s a big ‘something’ sweetie.” She returned her gaze to the water, deep in thought. “Does this friend trust you?”

Do they trust her? What kind of question is that? “I mean…I guess so. Why does that matter?”

“Well, I just think that if this friend trusts you, has confidence in you...then you should share in that trust, and have some confidence in yourself. I bet they believe in you for a reason, you just can’t see why...At least, that’s what my father used to tell me! You remember, don’t you Kyoko?”

Kyoko nodded, “Yes...Grandpa used to say that a lot…” Her grandfather, Ryūjin always made her feel like she could do anything…

━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━

“Come on Kyoko! Just a little further!”

Kyoko looked over the boat, eyeing the dolphin warily. She reached out a hand, then retracted it, shaking. “I can’t do it! I’m too scared! What if I hurt it?”

Ryujin smiled, taking Kyoko’s dainty hand in his calloused one. “You don’t know that for sure kiddo. I want you to try though, okay?”

“But…”

“Pretty please?”

“...Okay.” Trembling, she stretched out again and this time, the dolphin nuzzled against her palm, clicking happily. Kyoko gasped, staring at her hand in awe. “I...I did it! Grandpa, I did it!”

Laughing, Ryujin scooped the little girl, hugging her tightly. “I knew you could kiddo! Just took a bit of courage, huh?”

“Mhmm!”

━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━

He’d always stressed the importance of helping others, he wouldn’t have wanted her to run away. He’d want her to face this. If not for herself, then for Odessa at least.

“Mom I, uh...I need to go.”

“Now? But it’s dark and-”

“It’s important! I’ll be back soon, but...there’s something I need to do!”

“Something only I can do.”

━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━

As Kyoko ran back to the beach, she could see the sky darken and the waves thrash against the shore. It was like the sea was in distress, she thought, skidding to a stop in front of Eudora Cove. “Odessa? Are you there?” she called, but to no avail. “Where could she be?” Turning away from the coastal cavern, she noticed Azure squirming in the sand. She knelt next to the sprite, gently setting her upright. “Azure, I’m sorry I didn’t see you there! Is everything okay? Where’s Odessa?”

Azure pointed weakly to the water, “Over there-zu...but, it’s not safe.”

“Not safe? Why, what’s going on?”

Just then, Odessa burst out of the sea, scrambling to shore. Her tail and arms were littered with scrapes, and from her panicked expression, she seemed to be being...pursued? Soon after Odessa surfaced, another mermaid followed - one with peculiar purple pigmentation, and an aura so ominous it made Kyoko tremble.

“I told you Nerida, I don’t know where it is! Only my parents do, honestly!” Odessa spluttered, trembling as the mermaid drew near.

“In that case,” Nerida snapped, holding her hand over the rough waters. “You’ll have to tell me where your parents are hiding, won’t you?” More creatures rose from the deep, each armed with an eel’s tail like their commander’s, along with webbed hands and fishy ears. Even with their snarling and hissing, their eyes appeared dismal and bleak. Two Sirens slithered onto land, each taking a hold of Odessa’s arms. Nerida joined them on the beach, pointing a bony finger at the young mermaid. “If you tell me now,” she sang, electric sparks dancing on her finger, “It’ll be less painful…”

Kyoko couldn’t bear to watch any longer. She had to do something ! Scanning the beach, she spotted a long, sturdy piece of driftwood. Snatching it up -- and without thought -- she charged the Sirens. Before they could react, she smacked each of them on the head. They roared in pain, releasing Odessa from their hold.

“Kyoko?! What are you doing here?”

“What I should’ve done before!”

“Well well, what’s this? A Terra Dweller?” Nerida drawled, smirking as Kyoko tried to drag Odessa away. She laughed harder as Kyoko stumbled, panting. “This doesn’t concern you, child. You’re even shaking! What do you think YOU can do?”

There really was no reason for Kyoko to do this. She knew that well enough. The whole situation was out of her control, and much bigger than her. But still…

But still…!

“I...I don’t know what I can do to change this, but...I’d rather do something than nothing! I believe in myself that much, at least…”

With tears pricking her eyes, Kyoko braced herself, fearing for the fated blow…

Which never came.

━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━

Kyoko didn’t notice when the world had melted away, all she saw now was an endless rosy hue. A few bubbles floated by her, and she reached out to touch one. It burst with the contact, dispersing into splashes of light. This world was so peaceful, she’d never felt more at ease. She floated along in this place, savouring the feeling.

“Kyoko.” A voice called, one scarily similar to her own.

“Who are you?”

“I’m...you! Sort of. You’ve taken the first step, and I couldn't be more proud of you.”

“The first step? The first step to what? What is this place?”

“Don’t worry about that now, but take this. It’ll help you protect those you love.”

Another bubble floated before Kyoko, and when it burst, a necklace shone in its place. Kyoko held it, turning over the shell-shaped pendant in her hands. “But... what am I supposed to do with this?”

“You got here by believing in yourself, I’m sure you understand what comes next. Trust yourself, Kyoko, those feelings will carry you far…”

Despite the coyness of...herself, Kyoko acknowledged that she got here by believing in herself. And that was something she hadn’t done in a long time…

━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━

Kyoko held the shell close to her heart, calling out the words that would change her.

“Precure! Marine Reflection!”

The Lapis Locket popped open, and a flurry of pink fish burst out. She was bathed in a sea of light. When the light faded, she was floating in the ocean! But she wasn’t afraid, this was too incredible! She relished the moment, beaming as she reached a hand outward. As she outstretched her hand, the pod of fish returned, as if she’d summoned them.

“Would you mind helping me please?” Kyoko asked with a smile. They swam around different parts of her, starting with her ankles. A pair of pearly pink heels appeared on her feet, which Kyoko admired.

Next was her body. The fish spiralled around her hips, and a pink and blue skirt materialized with a loud pop. The same happened with her chest, and she donned a matching tube top.

The fish swam to Kyoko’s head, lightly pecking her there. She couldn’t help giggling as they kissed her, laughter bubbling as she spun. Her hair began to glow and then grow. It brightened in hue, save for the blue ombré she now had. Bubbles weaved through one part of her hair, braiding and sealing it with a large seashell.

As the pod swam away, one little fish lingered behind, planting a kiss on her cheek before departing. Returning the favour, Kyoko blew bubbles and kisses to the fish. The bubbles shone, turning into a ring of pearls on her neck as well as corresponding earrings.

“The locket! I almost forgot!” With a wave of her finger, the Lapis Locket appeared, its string dissolved into seafoam and the shell glittering on her chest.

She floated within a large pink oyster shell, and as it eased open, she struck a pose, declaring her new title.

“ The heart of the sea! Making waves, Cure Delphin!”

━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━

Kyoko, rather, Cure Delphin hovered over the sand, before landing daintily. “This is really...me?” She examined her body, admiring the rosy glow she emitted and the overwhelming power surging through her.

“I...I really did it! I found one of the Precure!” Odessa cheered, slapping her tail down with enthusiasm. “Azure, did you see? I told you they were real!”

Azure could only nod, her eyes wide. “Yes I... guess they are real-zu.”

Nerida was equally shocked. How could a simple Terra Dweller, let alone a CHILD, become one of the warriors of merfolk legend? She didn't have time to mull it over, all that mattered was dealing with the nuisance before she could handle her powers. “Sirens! After her!”

Charging their tails, sparks bursting from the tips, the Sirens surged forward. Rather than applying the miraculous, magical abilities, she’d been blessed with, Delphin squeaked, and took off running. Azure and Odessa watched the ‘heroine’ scamper off, the Sirens slithering after her.

“Oh yes, what a legendary warrior - zu…”

“Hey! She’ll get the hang of it! I hope…”

The Sirens continued to chase Delphin, and soon she was surrounded. They inched closer, growling and gnashing their teeth. Adrenaline and fear overtook her, and in a desperate attempt to evade harm, she leapt into the air, just as the Sirens lunged for her.

While she was in the sky, Delphin blathered on, pulling at her hair. “This is crazy, this is totally crazy! What am I DOING?! How can I fight those… those THINGS when I can’t even control my - AH!”

Delphin shrieked as she plummeted to the ground, but in some twisted manner, managed to land upright. A plume of sand billowed from her landing, the dust clouding the beach. Delphin stumbled out of the cloud, shaking her head.

“Delphin!” Odessa shouted, rubbing the sand from her eyes. “Precure aren’t just strong! They have special powers too! If you want to beat the Sirens, you’ve gotta use those powers!”

“Even if you tell me that...” After clearing the sand from their vision, a horde of Sirens dove at her. Panicked, she flailed her arms, water bubbling from her hands as she did so. Just before they could touch her, the water rippling near her palms turned into a rushing wave. “Oh. So, that’s what you mean by powers,” she added, watching the wave crash onto the Sirens.

Brimming with self-confidence, Delphin engaged the marine monsters. Jumping to elude their talons, she dug her shimmery heel into one's head. Using that as a platform, she leapt off and rammed her fist into the sand. The force of her punch created another tidal wave, protecting her and sending the Sirens back with the swell. Delphin beamed, this was amazing! She’d never felt so powerful, it was so different from her usually spineless self. She felt confident! She felt strong!

She felt one of the Sirens whip her with its tail, sending her tumbling into the sand. Stinging discomfort shook her body, and she nearly heaved from the pain.

“Okay Delphin, don’t get cocky now…There are too many to keep up this fight. I need to get rid of them all at once. But how?”

As she peeled herself off the ground, her eyes fell onto the water before her. Despite the battle, the waves had continued their ebb and flow.

“Ocean...move…that’s it!”

“I hope this works…” Clasping her hands to her heart, she envisioned her powers like water: powerful like a tsunami, yet gentle as a babbling brook. Her mind was clear, and in a bold voice she called out...

“Precure...!”

Her Lapis Locket began to glow, dousing the sea in a roseate light. As she stretched out her arms, a pod of dolphins -- composed entirely of water-- swam next to her. Frolicking in a pink wave, the dolphins rushed past. One dolphin swam underneath, bumping into her and she tumbled onto its back. Now leading the fray, she pointed towards her target.

“Delphin Migration!”

With that declaration, the pod and wave engulfed the Sirens. Delphin cheered as her target was drenched, an endearing smile on her face. The creatures collapsed, impotent yet blissful.

Delphin joined them, crumbling into the sand. A wave of seafoam washed over her, and she was Kyoko Koizumi once more. She touched the pink shell hanging from her neck, tracing her finger over its glossy surface. “This locket...I should probably hold onto it.”

Nerida, however, gaped at her Sirens in shock, appalled by their weakened state. Whatever that... Precure (oh, how she loathed saying that) did had rendered her minions powerless! What was she supposed to tell her mistress? Nerida snarled at the human girl, smirking as the Terra Dweller flinched. “This isn’t over, little human. I’ll be back for you and the princess.” Brandishing a set of coral keys -- similar to Odessa’s, save for their inky black colour -- she snapped her fingers. The weary Sirens followed their superior, dragging themselves back to the sea. As they sank below the surface, Kyoko knew their return was inevitable; The fact alone made her tremble. What if today was just a fluke? Would she be able to do this again? What if-

Something damp touched her back, and she let out an unearthly shriek. She scrambled away, frantic but relaxed upon realization. It was only Odessa, her tail must’ve brushed against her back. Limpid tears dotted Odessa’s eyes, and a warbled smile was etched on her face. “Odessa? Are you alright-OH!” The mermaid leapt onto her, squeezing her tightly.

“Kyoko, that was AMAZING! You were incredible! You were like...BAM...and SPLASH...and then WHOOSH!”

Azure followed suit, “I’ve never seen anything like that before -zu! Now Azora has a chance!”

“Yeah! Everything’s going to be okay, thanks to Kyoko!”

Kyoko watched as Odessa and Azure cheered, admiring their innocent delight. Maybe she was a bit innocent too, thinking that she could do something like this. But, they believed in her.

Maybe that’s all she needed.

“I think....things will be alright. I guess I’ll have to wait and see.”

━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━

Tidal Song Precure! Chapter Two Preview

As Odessa gets to know her saviour, her admiration for her grows, and she yearns to become a precure too. In order to prove herself, she decides to venture on land...alone. What adventures await her on the sandy streets of Yumeshima?

Next time on "Tidal Song Precure!": Azora's boon! The voice of the sea, Cure Lagoon!

#tidalsongprecure #precure fanseries

4 notes · View notes

motleyfuckingcruee · 4 years

Text

Hey Jealousy (Vince Neil x reader)

Cool ! 😂😂 ok so this is the plot I hope you'll like it

You're Vince's girlfriend and you go with him on tour and Guns N Roses are the first part of their show. On the tour, Axl and you became closer which actually turned Vince jealous. Axl and him fought on the tour because of you and once you and Vince came home, you fight and try desperately to explain that you're in love with him and not with Axl. He gets jealous and says how much he loves you and will die if you love someone else. You kiss him and show him how much you love him

Requested by @antheasnow (i'm so sorry it took me so long to write this!)

COMMENT IF YOU WANT TO BE ON A TAGLIST! OR GO TO MY BIO TO ADD YOURSELF TO ONE!

SONG THE TITLE IS BASED OFF OF:

Hey Jealousy

*GIF IS NOT MINE*

///

You smile as you watch your boyfriend run and jump all over the stage. He’s certainly got a lot of energy tonight. You hold your breath as Vince seems to almost trip over a chord for one of the amps, but he plays it off cool. You giggle to yourself. You’ve been with Vince for about a year now. You two are still inseparable.

“Hey (Y/N)!” You hear a cheery voice yell. You turn to the backstage area to see Steven, the drummer of Guns N’ Roses, sitting on one of the couches. “Come and join the fun! He’ll be off in a bit!”

You’re hesitant to leave your place. You know that Vince will have a cow if he can’t see you from the stage. He’s very protective and freaks when you leave his sight for even a moment. Once you went to the bathroom without telling him and he was screaming and yelling at everyone. It’s like he thought you were kidnapped or something. You decide to go join Guns, mostly because you’ve seen Mötley Crüe perform the same set so many times. You needed a change of pace. You walk over to the nearest couch, sitting down with a smile on your face. It just so happened that you sat next to Axl Rose.

Vince definitely was going to have hissy fit now. You and Axl grew rather close over the few months they’ve been on tour with the Crüe. You got tired of being by yourself when Vince would run off to party with Tommy and Nikki, so you made friends with Guns. They were rather quiet with it being their first tour and all. You don’t think they know how to act. Instead of going off to the nearest strip club or party, they stayed at the hotel in their little group. You and Axl just immediately clicked. Vince wasn’t happy about that. One day, Axl just said ‘Hi’ to you and Vince about beat him to a pulp!

You love Vince with all your heart, but his jealousy is getting out of hand.

“Hey, darlin’,” Axl greets you happily.

You smile at him. “Hey, Ax.” You look around to see what the other boys are doing. Your smile fades as a look of disgust covers your face. Steven, Duff, Slash, and Izzy are all snorting blow without any thought. Lots of it too. “Ugh,” You groan. You’d seen enough of this with the Crüe and it hurt to see your new friends to be doing it as well. Your eyes land back on Axl who’s smirking at you.

“You don’t like drugs, do you?” Axl asks, taking a drag from his cigarette.

You shake your head, “Not at all. I hate it. It hurts me to see you guys kill yourselves on purpose.”

“That’s an interesting way to put it,” Axl says thoughtfully. “It must be the ‘rockstar’ way.”

You shrug, frowning. “I guess, but I hate it. Once I tried to get Vince to get clean and he hated me for a good month.”

“How could he hate someone as beautiful as you?”

You blush, looking down at your lap. It’s no secret that Axl is very attractive. What with his sexy singing voice, gorgeous red hair, and pretty green eyes, how could a girl ever refuse him? The only downside to him is his temper.

You’d date him in another world. But in this one, Vince held your heart.

In a lot of ways, him and Vince are a lot alike. They both have tempers, really pretty hair and eyes, and are both the lead singers of their bands.

But you love Vince. You have since you met him three years ago.

“I think he was just really mad,” You respond, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “He got over it and was wanting to be around me again.”

“You know,” Axl says, leaning in really close. “If you were with me you wouldn’t have to worry about that.”

You smile kindly at him. “I love Vince. Nothing will change that. Axl, you’re a great guy and everything but-.”

Within a second, Axl is no longer beside me on the couch. I look behind me to see Vince beating the shit out of him.

“Oh God!” You yell, getting up. “Vinny, please stop! I’m begging you, stop!”

I try to go and pull Vince off of Axl, but a pair of strong arms hold me back. I look to see Nikki who has a smile on his face. No doubt he’s enjoying the fight. It’s been a while since there’s been drama on tour. And tonight’s the last night of the entire tour.

“Nikki, please let me go!” You scream over the other yelling going on. “Goddammit, let me go!”

“I’m sorry sweetheart,” Nikki says into my ear. “But, Vince told me to never let you get in the middle of one of his fights.”

You watch in horror as Axl finally gains the upper ground. Axl punches Vince multiple times and you pray to whoever is above that you don’t hear a crunch. Vince would be even more pissed if Axl broke his nose. Vince manages to get back on top, punching Axl in the jaw multiple times. Finally Tommy and Mick are able to get a good hold on Vince. They pull him off of a beaten down Axl Rose. Vince doesn’t seem to have many injuries. Only a busted lip and black eye.

“Alright,” Doc says, not looking surprised at what just took place. “I think it’s time for all of us to head home.”

Everyone nods in agreement. Thank God you’re already in Los Angeles. A plane ride home with a pissed Vince would be agonizing. A drive home is torture enough.

You collect Vince and go outside to hail a taxi. The way home was agonizingly silent. The cab driver kept trying to make conversation, but Vince would snap at him. He seemed like a decent enough guy. We arrive home, neither you speaking a word as Vince unlocked the house to let you both inside.

You go up and take a shower, deciding that Vince just wanted some time alone. You can’t believe that Vince lost his shit like he did. Well, actually, never mind that thought. You can completely believe that he lost his shit. You hope that Axl was okay. Vince got multiple good hits on him.

Once you finish your shower and got dressed, you head down to the living room. You find Vince sitting on the couch with only the lamp on. Normally, he’d already have the television on. You sit down next to him, not sure what to say.

“Why the fuck would you even talk to him!” Vince snaps, his gaze on you.

You hate how much anger is in his eyes. You really didn’t mean any harm. You just wanted friends. “Because he’s my friend,” You answer quietly.

“He only wants to get into your fucking pants! God, you can be so fucking stupid sometimes. I bet you’ve already had sex with him, haven’t you!” Vince yells.

You flinch. “No. Why would you think that?”

“Well you two are just so fucking close! I wouldn’t be surprised!”

You sigh. “I just wanted people to hang out with while you were out doing God knows what with Nikki and Tommy.”

“Then you should’ve fucking went to Mick!”

“He was with Emi.”

“So? You could’ve kicked that bitch out! No one gives a shit about her!”

You frown. “If that’s how you talk about women, I’d hate to hear what you say about me.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

You glare at him. “You obviously hate me at this point, Vince! Ever since I tried to help you get clean, you’ve hated me! I’ve done everything I fucking could to make you happy and yet you still pull this shit with me! Why don’t you just ask me to fucking leave already? That’s obviously what you want!”

Vince is speechless, his eyes wide. After a few moments, he recovers. “I don’t want you to leave.”

“Then why do you treat me like you do? You act like an overprotective boyfriend in front of everyone, but as soon as we’re alone you blame it all on me,” You say. You feel a few tears fall down your cheeks.

“Oh, babygirl,” Vince says, scooting over to where you are. He envelopes you in a hug. You cry into his chest, feeling helpless. “I don’t want you to leave. I’d be lost without you. I’ve just been on edge lately. I promise I’ll be better, okay?” He pulls back to look into your eyes. He wipes some tears off of your cheeks. He smiles gently. “I love you.”

You smile, the tears still falling. “I love you too,” You choke out.

“You better,” He winks. That’s the Vince you know and love. “Now, come on. I’m ready to sleep for three days.”

And with that he carried you to the bedroom.

///

TAGLIST:

All fics: @the--blackdahlia @sugar-content @sharon6713 @siliwanoel @charlyallise @lo-bells @lauravic @livingdeadharley @kawennote09 @ozzypawsbone-princeofbarkness @hllywdwhre @abbysdogcollar @nikkisixxwiththebass @waywardprincess666 @tommyleeownsme

@rock-n-roll-soul-frankie @unholy-brat @eak1996 @madsthegroupie @sinningsixx @Kissyourrosegoodbyemotley

Vince: @moon-beame @jjjjjjjoshdun @malibubarbievince @honestly-fuckme @julessworldd @ubernoxa

All Mötley: @rhyetaylor62 @kaitieskidmore1 @thecrue @reigns420 @rumoured-whispers

#classic rock #rocknroll #rockband #rock music #rock #motley crue #vince neil x reader #vince x reader #vince neil

48 notes · View notes