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cornfarm · 3 years

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summertime cicadas

saiki kusuo x reader

word count: 1.6k

synopsis: you go to saiki’s place to play some video games. saiki learns a bit about your dirty laundry.

cw: suggestions of past sexual abuse. it’s not explicitly stated but it’s heavily implied.

genre: fluff, hurt/comfort

reader is gender neutral!

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notes:

i’ve had this sitting in my drafts for a few weeks now, but i was never happy with it.

it’s implied that you and saiki are in week 2-4 of dating;;;

i have some other stuff in the works but im tired so notes r boring today

enjoy waaaaaa

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When Saiki and you were left alone together, the tension that hung in the air was fun and playful. Coy glances, the heart jittering brushes of skin, and the almost knowing smiles you two would shoot each other. This time around, it was heavy, and it weighed hefty on both your shoulders.

It was your first time over at his place since you had begun dating.

You had texted him: can i come over? i bought a new game i wanna play it with u

He was very happy you decided to make the first move, he didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.

Immediately, the “devlivered” at the corner of your text changed to “read”. He hastily typed back: Sure, let me know when you’re here. My parents aren’t home.

You saw letters on your screen, but you squinted your eyes shut upon them entering your field of vision. You had thrown your phone across the room, too nervous to look at his response. Tentatively picking it up, your heart nearly exploded at his words. You quickly respond: okay! be there soon :)

Saiki suddenly felt a bit on edge, realization finally striking him that you were about to be in his presence. In his bedroom. Alone.

Saiki Kusuo never really felt things too intensely, so to feel it strike at his heart and stomach was almost a bit too much for his liking.

Saiki wound up sitting patiently at the dining room table, using his telekensis to pick things up, rearrange ornaments and fine china, and clean up trash. The last thing he wants is you coming over when the place is a mess.

The doorbell rang, not that he needed it to know you were here. Beckoning you in, you pull out a small disc box from your bag.

“I heard really good reviews from it. I was interested in it since I liked the art style but I wanted to wait until people played it and reviews came out before I committed.”

He takes it from your hands to inspect it, “I’m not super interested in recent games, I like older ones a bit more. Indie ones too. I’ve heard that the gameplay is really compelling.”

“That’s okay, we can still play together, right?” You almost look a bit nervous. Saiki gnawed at the inside of his lip.

“Sure,” you don’t look satisfied, “I don’t mind, doing things with you is nice.”

The content expression on your face satisfies him. You follow him upstairs.

Then the tension settles. You’re so close, the pleasant floral scent from your detergent lingering where you walk. He peers behind you as you take in his room: simple, clean, minimalistic. It’s painfully in character. You smile, flopping face down on his bed.

“I’ve only ever been here with everyone else, it was so lively then, but it’s so different when it’s quiet!” You situate yourself so you’re sitting at the edge of his bed, legs dangling off the side.

“It’s the same room.”

“Yeah but, now it’s just me and you.”

“I suppose so.”

You watch as he peers to the wall, a bit away from you.

“What, you’re not nervous are you? Do I make you, THE Saiki Kusuo nervous?”

He clicks his tongue, and begins stalking towards you. He stops right in front of you, shins nearly touching the mattress of his bed. He looks down, expression deadpanned like usual. Perhaps thats precisely why you got so flustered. Your hands coming to clasp politely in your lap, you look up at him, determined to hold eye contact.

“Mhm,” he smirks, “you do. What will you do about it?”

He watches as your lips part into a small ‘o’, before you turn your head down and begin to pout. He’ll spare you this time. The small proximity between you settles in; he should get out of here, nervousness is finally catching up, it’s a bit too much for him to handle. For such a cocky one-liner, he really can’t keep it together. He exits his room for a moment with a brief “wait here”.

He hears you let out a sigh down the hall. Taking the chance to inspect his belongings, you peer under his bed, nothing suspicious there, before making your way to his desk. There’s his computer, a nice leather desk chair, a lamp, and a small empty mug that holds pens, pencils, and highlighters. You thumb through them.

He re-enters his room, quietly opening the door, but just enough so where you hear. Outstreching his arm, he hands you a bottle of iced tea.

“This is,” inspecting the label, “you don’t usually drink these, right?”

Saiki stays quiet.

“So you got it for me? You remembered I liked it?”

He nods.

You beam at him, mutter your gratitude, and pull out the games box.

Placing the disc onto the disc reader, and pushing it in, you start up the game, and watch the intro animation.

“Yeah, the graphics are really nice,” he comments.

You adjust yourself, sitting on top a cushion on the floor, he moves a bit closer.

Skipping though dialog, tutorials, and the first few levels of the game, Saiki controller finally begins responding.

“I’m sorry, I thought the multiplayer feature would be available from the start.”

“It’s okay, you can pick first”

“Hmm...” you pause, brows furrowing in focus as you look through the different player avatar options. Finally, you turn to him and smile, “this one! Your turn.”

Saiki bites at the inside of his lip, again, moving his thumb over the joystick, he picks his avatar.

It’s nice, it’s quiet, the sound of cicada’s chirping outside his bedroom window, and the soft hum of his fan are gentle. Neither of you are talking about grand things like aspirations and inhibitions, but you didn’t have to. The soft, casual tone of conversation is something Saiki’s making sure to cherish. The game’s fun, Saiki is enjoying himself, he enjoys you.

But tension still looms heavy overhead. You aren’t the only one who was thinking about it, how close you two were, how your elbows kept bumping, the small,and the way you both tried to get just a millimeter closer.

Saiki knew what you wanted, but he couldn’t pull himself to take initiative. Why? Was nervousness just another curse set out to plague him?

He’s reading your mind, he knows without a doubt you want to, so why is he so nervous to reach out and touch you? He wants to run away.

“Saiki?”

Your voice broke his thoughts, he turns to you. “Are you okay?”

He does it without thinking, slowly placing the controller down and putting his palms on your shoulders.

“I’m just not used to this,” he finally says, “like, dating and all that.”

You wrap your fingers around his wrists, “that’s okay, I’ve never dated anyone either, we can just take it slow. We have time.” You reassure, “I’m nervous too,” voice smaller than before. He lifts his hands off, hovering them in front of you, debating on where he should put them. Should he put them back on your shoulders, or would that be weird? Maybe it’s okay if he takes your hands into his, but right now your hands are...

His vision finally focuses, and he looks at your hands, defensively positioned in front of your chest with your palms facing him. You’re looking at him with a half smile, but your brows are pursed down. You’re watching him very carefully.

Your thoughts still, pausing until he moves again, taking your hands in his own. He’s confused, why do you look so skittish?

You look visibily confused that he takes your hands. He’s granted one thought:

He’s not gonna do anything, see? He’s just holding my hands, that’s it. He’s not gonna do anything.

Do what? What do you mean? Do what?

“What do you mean?” He blurts out, voice ringing through your head.

Astonishment paints your face. Shit, you didn’t think you said anything out loud. Could he read your mind? He chooses not to say anything.

You shake your arms, he retracts his hands.

“I’ve just had bad experiences with people in the past, I got nervous, that’s all. I’m sorry.”

Oh. Your internal dialog isn’t as pleasant as the words you choose to say.

“Maybe I’ll tell you about it more in the future,” you still have the strength to smile at him?

He reaches out to touch you again, but never connecting. He hesitates this time, fingers hovering over your forearm.

“I’m not really interested in that sort of stuff. I wouldn’t do that to you. I won’t do that to you,” he corrects.

With a smile pained with melancholy, you shift yourself forward, wrapping your arms around his torso, burying your face into his shoulder, legs finding their way between his. He wastes no time wrapping his own arms around your back, pressing your chest closer to his own. Your hearts pound against each other, breathing syncing as you both exhale a sigh.

“I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“I know,” your voice is muffled.

You stay like that for a few moments. Cicada’s chirping, fan blowing, there’s nothing to say- the silence is comforting in it’s own way.

You finally pull away from him, voice much brighter, “but I’m not ready to kiss you yet, I think my heart would explode!” He flushes red. Adjusting to sit back onto the cushion, you lean your weight onto his side. He tension has finally settled, and Saiki sighs contently.

Saiki only uses his powers in ways to convinience himself. Fortunately, keeping you safe was more than convinient to him: it was the bare minimum- an absolute necessity.

As soon as you leave, he’ll find the bastards that did it.

#the disaster of psi kusuo saiki #the disasterous life of saiki k #saiki k #saiki kusuo #saiki kusuo x reader #saiki k imagines #saiki k headcanons #saiki x reader

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trikxx · 3 years

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I try to put a lil something before the chapter cause thats what I usually do but I can think if anything😀 on to the story.

Songs for this chapter ⬇️

•shame by summer walker

•if you let me by sinead harlett

Armoni's pov

I got up early cause I didn't want y/n to kill Shinsou for letting me drive. I have my permit and all but I still have to take my drivers test... again. Y/n doesn't trust me with the car but shes gonna have to give in soonnn.

I go into the living room and they not there anymore

So I go to Shinsou's room to get him. "SURPISE SHAW.." He wasn't in there. The last place he could be thats inside the house is y/n's room. 'God please let me going here and know that nothing happened last night even though I want a niece not yettt' I think in my head while putting my hands together.

I slowly opened the door. 'please please pleaseee' I slowly open my eyes and they are fully clothed and only facing each other "THANK THE GODS!" I accidentally yell out waking up Shinsou.

"Wtffff Armoni."

"Damn, what happened to hey, hello, good morning." I say. "Waiting in living room ill be ready in a little bit.

Shinsou's pov

I slowly slip out of y/n's bed and go to my own room and hop in the shower, brush my teeth, fix my hair and get dressed. After I finished I grabbed my keys and put on my shoes. "Lets go." I say to Armoni

"I would have let you drive y/n's truck but you know how she is." I say "Yea i know" Armoni said adjusting the seat. "Check it out so I have a automatic so you dont have to worry about all that fancy stick shift shit you thought was finna happen when you got in. Nope." I explained to Armoni everything he needed to know. "No music til you drive a mile" I say. Armoni pulled out the parking spot and out he garage and started driving.

"Damn you actually drive good." I say to Armoni. "I know its just my sister." We started driving toward y/n's parents house to take Armoni home and so I could make it back home so me and y/n could go to Sero's shop.

~Time skip~

Y/n's pov

I wake up and get in the shower not really acknowledging the fact that Shinsou and Armoni were gone out the house. The quiet was nice. I stepped and wrapped a towel around my body and staring to brush my teeth. I heard the front door open. I walk out my bathroom into my room to peek out the door.

"Oh your woke now?." Shinsou says. I tolled my eyes and closed my door back to get dressed.

Your outfit

I did my hair the same way I did it last night then grabbed my wallet and keys and walked out the room "We taking your car?" I ask Shinsou. "Yea." He responds. I out on my shoes and we walk out the door.

~Time skip~

We pulled up to a tattoo shop that had a sign that said '4RT' "You ready?" Shinsou said. "Wait they open?" I say. The shop looked like no one was there even though there was four cars outside besides ours.

"Naw they not open." Shinsou said side eyeing me. I rolled my eyes and got out the and Shinsou did the same.

We entered the shop and heard low music playing. "Yoooo Shinsou!" I heard Sero yell from down the hallway. "Is that the beautiful y/n?" Denki said following behind Sero. Shinsou side eyes Denki and Denki puts his hands up like this '✋🏽😐🤚🏽'

"What tats do yall want?" Sero asks. "Ima get this." Shinsou says showing Sero the picture.

(This is the only one I could find that I liked Pinterest did me wrong yall ✋🏽🥲 ill edit it if i find sum different;-;)

"Still a minimalist I see." Sero says joking around. "And you?" Sero resumes pointing to me. "Oh I was thinking something like this."

"Thats niceee." Sero says. "Ok I'll do y/n and you can get Shinsou." Sero says to Denki. Denki nods and leads Shinsou to his area and I got Sero's. "This your first tat or nah?" He asks. "Nah." I says showing him the dragon tattoo behind my ear that goes on to my shoulder. "Thats dope as fuck." Sero says starting the sketch for your tattoo.

(Idk how this works🧍🏽‍♀️)

~Time skip~

Third pov

Sero finished the sketch and started apply the stencil (yall know the little thing they put on the you before they actually tattoo..yea that.)

Sero turned on some music (the song at the top played first) and started tattooing. At first it hurt but soon you got use to it. "You ok?" Sero asked. "Yea." You say looking back at you phone.

~Time skip~

You here the door of the shop open. You saw a pink haired girl rush passed the room you and Sero were in. Eventually peeking her head in ti the room "Im here Sero they kept me late at the mall my bad... Y/N?!"

"Heyyoo." You say smiling at her. "We have to talk after your done ok?" She says. You nod your head at her and she skipped away. You lay your head back vibing to the music trying to ignore the pain.

"Ok Cool Kami.." Shinsou says walking into the room. "Y/n... holy shit." You look up at Shinsou then look down at the tattoo and back at Shinsou "what." You ask. "I should have let you pick my tattoo."

You raise your eyebrows and formed an straight like with your lips then nodded your head up and down slowly. "Im gonna wait in the lobby ok?" Shinsou says "ok." You say. Shinsou walks out the room and you look back down at you phone.

Shinsou's pov

I walk into the lobby and sit close to ok the desk and talk to Mina and Denki. "And bro she was like..." Denki was saying then pointed to where he was looking at.

'Woah' I see a girl come through the door." Hey! Welcome to Art. How may I accommodate you today." Mina days with a smile. "Hiii I had made an appointment." The girl says. "What was the name?" "Camie." She says.

"Alright, you can sit over there..." Mina said pointing over by me. "and Denki will be with you in a moment." Mina finishes. "Hey hottie whats your name." The girl says to me. "Shinsou. And yours?" I say looking at her.

"My names Camie." She says. "Hold on." She says getting up. She comes back with paper and a pen. "Camie?" Denki says to her. "Here." She whispers to me and hands me a piece of paper then follows Denki. I looked her up and down looking at her outfit. She winked at me before disappearing into the hallway. 'Damnnnnnn'

Camie's outfit

"Finally out that fucking chair got damn." Y/n says stretching while walking into the lobby.

"Thats one hell of a grin Toshi." Y/n says making the "😏" face. "Hush and let me see." I say.

Y/n's pov

I show Shinsou my tattoo. "Im just fye like that." Sero says. I chuckle and start walking to pay. But Shinsou stops me "I'll pay." He says. "But.." "unt uhn." I roll my eyes and step back.

"Alright I'll see you guys." Shinsou says walk towards the door. "Byeeee" I say going after him. "Wait!" I go back in the shop. "Heres my number Mina facetime, text, call, or what ever. And we can talk." I say writing it down. "Ok! Bye Y/n!" I wave at her walking out the door and running ti the car.

"Alright I'm ready."

~time skip~

We get back to the apartment and I flop down on my bed. "Sooo tireddd." I say. I pick up my computer and check how many orders we had 'its not that bad' i think to myself closing my computer and putting it back on my nightstand.

I walk out my room to go mess with Shinsou but when I got closer to his room he was... giggling? I held in my laughter and knocked on his door. "Yo Toshi you hungry?" I say through the door. "Yea hold on." He responds back.

20 minutes later

Shinsou's pov

"Ok what did yo..." I say. 'This mf really fell alseep in 20 minutes' I think to myself. I pick y/n up and put her in her bed.

I walk into the kitchen and ordered y/n's f/f for her and something for me.

*DING*

Camie🤍: Hey Hitoshi🤗.

Hitoshi☄️: Hey👋🏽.

Camie🤍: i wanted to know if you wanted to hang out tonight and get to know each other?

Hitoshi☄️: im cool with that but where.

Camie🤍: your place?

Hitoshi☄️: I would sag yea but we would just be in my room. I have a roommate and they get kinda rowdy.

Camie🤍: Its ok. What ever you want babes😁.

Hitoshi☄️: cool.

Hitoshi ☄️: Also eat before you come over i only provide snacks.

Camie🤍:LOL. Ok☺️.

*UBEREATS NOTIFICATION THING*

|your food for HITOSHI has been delivered|

I go out the door to get the food and come straight back to the apartment. I look through and make sure everything is there. Then I put y/n's food in the refrigerator/on the counter(depends on what you picked).

~time skip~

Camie🤍: should i park on the street?

Hitoshi ☄️: yea.

I walk downstairs to let Camie in. "Hey handsome." She said and kissed me on the cheek. We went back to the apartment and into my room. "I'll be back." I say walking out the room. "Hey Shinsou." Y/n says waving at me while walking out her room.

"Hey, Your foods in the fridge." I say. "Thank you." She says hugging me then warming up her food and going back to her room. I cut off the lights in the living room and a leave the one above the sink on. Then I go back to my room with Camie.

Y/n's pov

I go back to my room and watch tv and start packing orders. Sometimes I do orders by myself just for some me time (play if you let me by sinead harnett).

*DING*

Unknown: Y/n please I miss you so much please. Im sorry I didn't mean for it to happen please just take me back ill do better please. I still love you.

Y/n: If this is who I think it is No. cause you know what you did and it really doesn't make sense that you cant get that shit into your head stop contacting me. Im not taking you back even if its the end of the world.

Unknown: please y/n

*this number you are contacting has blocked you*

———

I finished eating and went to throw my stuff away. I got in the shower did my skincare and brushed my teeth. 'I should just chill out in my room.' I think ti myself while getting out the shower and drying off.

I put on some spandex shorts and a hoodie. The pull out my sketchbook to make more designs.

———

I've been sketching for about a hour so i go to see if Shinsou wanted to watch a movie but as I got closer to the door i hear moans getting louder. 'No, he did not.' I thought to myself. I go to the living room and just turn on the tv and watch a movie alone in the dark.

About an hour late I hear him coming out the room. "That was sooo nice." I hear a girl say. She come out of the hallway where Shinsou's room is. "Who are you?" She says.

"I'm y/n." I say. "Shinsou there's a girl out here. Maybe your roommate has her over." She says.

'Is she-' "wait whats your name?" I ask her

"Camie." She says "oh, do you know Todoroki?" I say "yes i know him." She says kind of with a attitude. "Ohhh I remember youu. Aren't you his ex." She said.

"Alright are you... hey y/n." Shinsou said. "Really Hitoshi." I say getting up. "Of all the people in the world HER." I say. "What are you talking about y/n."

"You know what im talking about Hitoshi. Or do you not remember why your own best friend broke up with her boyfriend." I say. Shinsou looked like his heart dropped to his ass.

𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤

"Hey y/n its gonna be ok forget about him."Shinsou says. "Im gonna call Ace to come and get you."

Ace: Hello?

Shinsou: Hey Ace i need you to come to Y/n's house right now.

Shinsou looks at the code book you gave him for emergencies like this.

"Code...uhhh pink no wait its a purple"

Ace: Im on my way right now.

Y/n's pov

"Two years down the fucking drain for what!" i yell as Ace comforted me. "N/n you have to calm down a little." Ace says. i layed in my bed under my cover with my music blasting. My parents were on a business trip and my brother was at our Aunts house.

Me, Ace, and Shinsou heard someone knock on the door so I go to open it. "Y/n i'm sorry! It all happened so fast and I was drunk." Todoroki says. "DRUNK MY ASS SHOTO! YOU NEW WHAT THE FUCK YOU WERE DOING AND IT WASN'T A ACCIDENT." I say yelling. "Hey Y/n I got this go chill out." Shinsou says pulling me back.

I step back and then I look at his car and she was in there. I push both boys out the way and walk to the car. I snatched the door open and pulled her out the car. "SO YOU FUCKING LOVE ME RIGHT?! YOU WANT ME BACK HUH?! BULLSHIT SHOTO GET YOUR SHIT AND GO. IM DONE. AND AS FAR AS I KNOW ONCE YOU OUT YOU DICK IN HER WE WERE DONE SO GET YOUR SHIT AND LEAVE."

Todoroki grabbed Camie from you and got her back in the car. "Im sorry ill leave.".

𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤

"Damn i did it again." Camie says with a smirk on her face. "Maybe its just not meant to b..." I cut her off by gabbing her hair and slamming her on the couch.

"Say some slick shit again Camie. I fucking dare you. I will do something I didn't get to do then. Cause i dont give a fuck now. Ima let you go this is what you do to avoid getting your ass beat. Get your bag, keys, and shoes and get the fuck out this house and never come back." I say. She nods and I let her go.

Camie runs and gets her stuff and leaves the apartment. "Wtf Y/n." Shinsou says. "You know she was just gonna be a hit and kick anyway so im saving her the heartbreak." I say walking to my room. "Thats not the point y/n you didn't have to do that."

Shinsou said

"THEN WHATS THE POINT HITOSHI?!" I say. "THE POINT IS THAT YOU BROUGHT UP STUFF FROM A LONG TIME AGO." Shinsou argues back. "you know i tried to ignore the fact that you brought the girl that he cheated on me with." I say calmly. "but dont argue back. i dont want to waste your breath on this. and just to tell you ill leave for the night to give you some time to yourself." I say walking away to my room.

———

When I get into my room I feel and tear come down my face as i get out some overnight clothes. I text Mina to see if she was free.

Y/n🤍🌸: Hey Mina are you free to night

Mina🥀: Sorry babes im out with my boyfriend

——

I sighed and texted Sero

Y/n🤍🌸: Yoo Sero

Sero🤠: wsp y/n

Y/n🤍🌸: Can I crash at your place tonight? Me and Hitoshi kinda got into a fight.

Sero🤠: Sure, im still at the shop so you can come here til i close up

Y/n🤍🌸: alright cool.

——

I finished packing my bag and slip on some grey sweats and went to the door. As i was putting on my shoes Shinsou came out to the door. "You don't have to leave Y/n." He says. "Well if you dont want me to leave for then ill be leaving for myself. Ok? Cool." I says as I grab my keys off the rack and walk out the door.

👀 dont hurt me ya’ll please dont😬

#shinsou x you #shinsou x y/n #bnha shinsou #shinsou fic #shinsou angst #mha angst #mha x reader #mha sero

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ashiiixoxo · 4 years

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| Match made in Heaven | Lucifer x Demigod! reader

summary- for the sake of your own safety you were send to Devildom, where Lord Diavolo would take you under his wing, being well aware of the abilities you possessed. you, being okay with going to Devildom, never expected to meet former angels. neither did you expect to fall in love down there.

masterlist

warning: self-harm

part 9 - lose control

“I'll help, its not like I can go outside after what happened in front of the store today.” you shrugged and tied an apron around your waist. “should we order takeaway then?” Leviathan suggested.

while helping mammon in the kitchen the other brothers ordered dinner. “why’d Lucifer even take ya shopping? this wouldn't have happened if he didn't take ya” mammon complained. his D.D.D started vibrating, making him stop wiping the floor. “what's this?” he huffed.

“unknown? that's probably some witch.” he shrugged and declined the call. after a minute, the same number called him again. and again he declined the call. his phone buzzed again, notifying mammon that he got a text message.

hello Mammon, the news has been going around that there is a new human living with you and your brothers. since this is bad for our company, we have decided to remove you from our model list for the time being. yours sincerely, Team Majolish

mammon groaned making you look up at him from the floor. “what's wrong?” you asked quietly. before mammon could speak, multiple screams echoed through the house. both of you ran out of the kitchen. “wasn't that Asmodeus and Leviathan?” you questioned. mammon didn't answer and dragged you along with him to the bedrooms.

first was Asmodeus, some of the brothers were already standing there, staring at Asmodeus’ phone. once the lustful demon laid eyes on you, his demon form triggered. “what’s wrong?” mammon asked. satan, who was restraining Asmodeus, answered. “his Devilgram account got deleted.” Satan spoke. “does this have to do with, Mc?” Mammon asked. Asmodeus groaned. “yes! because of the damn human, I have been banned from using Devilgram!” you bit your lip.

“im sorry...” you apologised. “well sorry is not going to get me back on Devilgram!” you looked at the floor. so it is indeed very bad that you are here. “where’s the human!” you heard Leviathan shout. “Beel, Let me go! im going to kill that disgusting Normie!” your eyes widened.

when Leviathan came in sight, Mammon dragged out of there and brought you to your room. “stay here.” he ordered and left again. you heard all the shouting until Lucifer came home. he ordered his brothers to join him in the living room and find a solution.

he explained to them that none of this is your fault and no one knew this would happen. Mammon couldn't work as model anymore, Leviathan’s followers boycotted his live streams because of you, Satan was banned from public libraries, Asmodeus is banned from using Devilgram, Beelzebub wasn't allowed in at Hell’s kitchen and Belphegor.. luckily he wasn't affected by you staying here but seeing Beelzebub in distress made him angry of course.

you heard it all, their complaining, their threats, everything. and at this moment, you wished that the demon had killed you yesterday afternoon. you wished that the witch who chased after you, had stabbed you and taken your blood. you finally felt a form of safety, and within 24 hours that was taken away from you again.

you felt the piercing pain in your heart. you looked for the nearest sharp object to scratch your arm. the self destructive thoughts started swirling your mind as you kept scratching your wrist with your pen. you hadn't realised that the red marks on your wrist started bleeding. you took a moment to look at the crimson flowing from your wrist and saw some of the smaller scratches heal immediately again.

you heard footsteps coming up to your room, you wiped your eyes and covered your arm. before you knew it you were pinned against the floor. you let out a scream as you hit the floor. you cried out as the hands wrapped around your wrist tightened. “I can smell your blood so mind explaining why you’re bleeding.” that voice belonged to Lucifer, mammon behind him tried pulling him off as both of them were in their demon forms.

your eyes were brimming with tears. “please, get off me.” you gasped. “oi get off!” this time mammon tried pulling him off by the collar of his shirt. Lucifers grip was firm and his eyes were glowing. not long after that the other brothers had surrounded the two of you. every single one of them in their demon form.

your wrist was burning from his grip, he simply lifted the sleeve of your bleeding wrist. his eyes wandered over your wrist and a sadistic smile spread across his lips. “such an alluring smell.” he spoke while mammon kept trying to pull him off you.

“get off her, now.” Lucifer’s eyes widened and he immediately got back on his feet. you didn't realise you were holding your breath until he got off and you started gasping for air.

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etherealwaifgoddess · 4 years

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Maybe I Am? - Chpt.2

Characters: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Summary: Steve takes a risk and the guys go out on a “date”. Master list HERE

Content Warning: first “date” cuteness, making out

Word Count: 2.5k

Author’s Note: Hello lovelies! Today is one of those days where I am eternally grateful for having a “draft” option. Because honestly, ya girl is exhausted. So yay for drafts! Enjoy chapter two. I’m honestly too tired to give ya’ll a better note right now. :-\ XOXO - Ash

Chapter Two

Steeeeve [9:32:08PM]: Hey, it’s Steve.

Bucky Barnes [9:32:47PM]: hi steve

Steeeeve [9:33:15PM]: I had a lot of fun meeting up today.

Bucky Barnes [9:33:39PM]: me 2

Steve huffed staring at Bucky’s second generic response. He was usually so much more lively. Steve took a long sigh and started texting what he needed to get off his chest.

Steeeeve [9:35:21PM]: I’m sorry if I came off as confused or misleading.

Steeeeve [9:35:26PM]: I didn’t mean to do that. But I am kind of confused right now.

Steeeeve [9:35:35PM]: I spent so much time liking the idea of you, and you in real life was even more amazing than I could have expected. But I’ve never dated a guy before and I never expected to want to. And now I think I do.

Steeeeve [9:35:49PM]: I’m sorry. This probably isn’t any less confusing. I’m apparently really bad at this lol. I guess what I’m trying to say is, will you go out on a maybe-date with me? I want to try and see how I feel. I don’t want to string you on, but I want to try.

Bucky stared at the flurry of texts coming into his phone. Damn, serial texter much? He read and re-read Steve texts a few times, chewing nervously his bottom lip, trying to find a response. He wasn’t willing to let his heart get trample on again, not after Brock. But he really liked Steve and if there was a chance Steve might like him too, it was too good to pass up. He had a distinct feeling he was going to regret it, but he tapped out the only honest response he could think of.

Bucky Barnes [9:44:13PM]: i like u 2 steve. i get that ur confused. lets try ur maybe-date and see how it goes? if it goes well cool, if not no hard feelings. k?

Steeeeve [9:45:20PM]: Thank you. Really, thank you for being so great about this. Can we get dinner one night this week?

Bucky Barnes [9:45:55PM]: im free any nite but tues

Steeeeve [9:46:10PM]: I can do Friday night around 7. There’s a really great Mexican place a few blocks over from the gym if you’re willing to schelp all the way over to Park Slope.

Bucky Barnes [9:46:31PM]: sounds good. see u then

Bucky sighed, putting his phone away into the pocket of his favorite old hoodie. He had a date. A maybe-date, but for some reason that felt good enough for him at the moment.

xxXxx

Steve discovered the best part of being able to text Bucky wasn’t just that their chatting was no longer limited to when they were both near a computer, but that they now had a full range of emojis, memes, and GIFs at their disposal. He could now send Bucky random funny things he found during the day and he felt a little proud when Bucky would send back a string of laughing emojis, knowing he had brightened the other man’s day a little. He had worried with their maybe-date looming things might be a little awkward but if anything they were going even better. By the time Friday came Steve was genuinely looking forward to their maybe-date. He had even gone out on Wednesday before his shift at the gym to pick up a set of clothes that were distinctly not gym wear. He couldn’t remember the last time he bought a button up shirt but he had to admit the blue and white checked shirt looked nice on him. He was trying not to stress over the maybe-date but he felt this gnawing need to know, definitively, if he was truly interested in Bucky, or just the fantasy of WinterBae.

Steve raced home Friday to shower and change, hoping he’d left himself enough time to do all that and still make it over to Los Aztecas in time. Taking the time to slick back his hair and do a quick shave, Steve was hustling out the door only to realize he’d forgotten the bottle of wine once he got outside. After a fast double back for the wine he was on his way, making it to the tiny authentic Mexican restaurant with three minutes to spare. He had barely stopped walking when he saw Bucky hopping out of an uber. Steve felt a little flutter at the sight of Bucky and he took it as a good sign.

Bucky looked amazing in his dark skinny jeans and a silky looking black shirt. A minimalist necklace was around his throat, the simple bar resting just below the wings of his collarbones. Steve noticed Bucky had swapped out the cheery beaded bracelets he’d worn on Sunday for a set of sleek silver and leather ones. He looked like he belonged on the cover of a fashion magazine and Steve felt ridiculous in what Sam had teased was his bible salesman outfit.

“Heya.” Bucky greeted warmly, extending an arm for a half hug.

“Hey,” Steve echoed, hugging back with his free hand. “Ready for the best Mexican food of your life?”

“Definitely, let’s go.”

Steve led Bucky inside the little restaurant, its cozy decor making the place feel intimate instead of cramped. Steve had called ahead for reservations so they were whisked off to a table as soon as he gave the concierge his name. Bucky was looking around fascinated, taking in all the colorful decorations.

“It’s really something, huh?” Steve prompted with a smile.

Bucky nodded in agreement, “Yeah, it’s beautiful. So much art packed into so little space. Thanks for bringing me here, Steve.”

“It’s one of my favorite places in the area, mostly for the tacos but also for the art. I got my degree in fine art before I switched gears and went back to get certified in exercise science.”

“That’s quite a switch.” Bucky laughed.

“Art will always be my first love, but it’s not exactly profitable. And once I got healthier I knew I wanted to help other people do the same. I was really sick as a kid and didn’t hit any major growth spurts until I was almost 21. After that, I worked out a lot getting used to my new body and fell in love with the gym.”

“Wow. I’m glad you were able to get healthier, and it’s sweet you’re trying to give back to others with that.”

“Do you go to a gym? I won’t be offended that it’s a competitor, I swear.”

Bucky barked out a laugh, “No. God, no. I am perfectly happy with not having abs or a totally flat stomach as long as waffles exist.”

Steve couldn’t help his eyes dropping to Bucky’s stomach which honestly couldn’t have had more than the smallest layer of padding across it. “That’s okay too. Waffles are pretty great.”

The waitress stopped by to uncork their wine and drop off a basket of fresh tortilla chips and salsa verde.

“What did you bring?” Bucky asked as he took the glass of white wine Steve had poured him.

“Albariño. A waitress here recommended it a few years ago and now it’s my go to. It’s light and crisp, and kinda citrusy? I’m not a wine snob but it’s damn good and goes really well with tacos. I hope you like white wine, I forgot to ask.”

“I’ve yet to meet a white wine I didn’t like, so you’re safe.” Bucky sipped the wine and his eyes lit up, “Oh yeah, this is good. I’ll be hunting this down next time I go shopping.”

“You can get it over at the little wine boutique near the farmers market in Sunset Park. They always have this kind.”

“Nice, I’ll have to check it out. My sister will love this the next time she visits.”

The conversation flowed as the basket of tortilla chips disappeared, only ebbing when their platters arrived and they tucked into their food. Steve had ordered his usual taco platter while Bucky opted for the taquitos platter, an assortment of slow roasted meats wrapped in thin crispy shells. He let out a groan at his first bite that had Steve’s heart stuttering in his chest. The maybe-date had mostly felt like a friend-date up until that point, though Steve had to admit there was a tiny flutter of like there too. But the noise Bucky made and the expression on his face had Steve thinking anything but friends only thoughts.

Bucky caught Steve staring at him as he licked a dribble of sauce off his bottom lip. He hadn’t gotten a distinct date-date vibe from Steve but the look on the blonde’s face was priceless. Bucky thought he probably had made a similar one the first time he saw Devon Sawa in Wild America when he was 12. He had never stood a chance of being straight after that. Testing the waters a little bit, Bucky smirked at Steve, making it abundantly clear he’d been caught staring. Steve flushed and Bucky’s smile widened. There might be hope after all.

Steve wasn’t sure if it was the wine or too many tacos but by the time dinner was over he felt glued to his seat. He hated knowing the evening was coming to an end and wanted to do something, anything, to prolong it. The waitress dropped off the sales receipt with a pen and Steve tried to steady his hand as he signed his name. He knew he needed to muster up his courage or he would be saying goodbye to Bucky in mere minutes.

“Thanks again for paying.” Bucky said after draining the last of his wine, “This was really nice.”

“It was.” Steve agreed, seeing his chance, “You know, I have another bottle of this wine back at my place if you wanna come over for a bit. Maybe you could help me find that movie app you were telling me about for the Fire Stick?”

“Sure, I’m happy to help. I won’t say no to more of that wine either.” Bucky stamped down the hopeful cheering in his chest that Steve was inviting him over. The poor guy probably didn’t mean that anything would happen other than wine and tech help but Bucky could always dream. He would be respectful though, he resolved to himself. He’d never dated a guy who was questioning his sexuality before and Bucky didn’t want to push too far too soon. Bucky figured it was best to let Steve set the pace and just hope his heart didn’t get run over in the process.

Steve’s apartment was only four blocks from the restaurant, a second floor walk up in an old converted brownstone. It was nicer than Bucky’s little hole in the wall apartment and even had a small second bedroom that Steve had set up as a home office. After giving Bucky a quick tour, he led them to the kitchen to pull another bottle of Albariño out of his cabinet. Passing a stemless glass to Bucky, he poured them both a generous amount of wine which they carried out to the living room so Bucky could show Steve the app he’d mentioned during dinner. A few clicks and a quick download later, Steve had access to a ridiculous amount of free movies.

“This is so great.” Steve praised, clicking through the different options. “Oh I love this one!”

“Hm?” Bucky looked up from his glass to see Steve hovering over 10 Things I Hate About You. “Oh that one is great. I remember wanting to be Patrick Verona when I grew up after seeing that.”

Steve gave an amused side eyed look at Bucky. “I think you did a decent job.” he teased, throwing on the movie out of sheer impulse.

Bucky laughed, “You’re sweet. But god knows I’ll never be that smooth.”

“You’re better off than me. I’ve been told I’m hopeless on more than one occasion.”

“You hold your own, Rogers.” Bucky assured him, reaching over to take Steve’s hand in his, stroking the pad of his thumb over the ridges of Steve’s knuckles.

Steve blinked slowly, looking from their joined hands up to Bucky’s face. It felt good, that fluttery feeling stirring in his gut at the contact. He gave Bucky a smile and squeezed his hand gently, making sure his consent was clear.

The movie rolled and they sipped their wine as Patrick did his best to woo Kat. Bucky slowly nudged closer to Steve until he was pressed against his side, his head leaning against Steve’s shoulder. He was warm and comfortable and completely unwilling to move by the time Letters to Cleo played into the credits.

“I can’t believe it’s after eleven already.” Steve yawned.

Bucky yawned next, set off by Steve’s. “Same. I had a really good night, Steve.” He looked up curiously, wondering if Steve had found any new revelations on their maybe-date.

“Me too. This was… really nice. Hey, um, I know this was a maybe-date, but maybe um…”

Bucky shifted so he could sit up taller and face Steve while he fumbled for words.

“I, um, I’d really like to kiss you right now.” Steve blurted out, looking equal parts excited and terrified.

Bucky’s smile was like the sun. “Okay, yeah.” Bucky reached out to cup Steve’s cheek, going agonizingly slow to give Steve a chance to bolt if he needed it. He leaned up a little and Steve craned his neck down, tentatively meeting Bucky’s lips with his own.

A soft press, a pause, another soft press, and then the kiss deepened, Bucky’s lips parting to slot Steve’s with his. Steve let out a choked off moan, unable to believe what he was doing and how good it felt. He let a hand rake through Bucky’s hair and it only made him want to feel more of the silky locks. The scent of cedar and teak from his cologne filled Steve’s nose and though it was very distinctly male, Steve couldn’t get enough of it. It was so much more than he could have expected but also not nearly enough. He was breathing raggedly when he finally pulled back, repressing a shudder at the well kissed expression on Bucky’s face. His full bottom lip was shining and red, his eyes heavy lidded and his chest heaving just as much as Steve’s.

“Whoa.” Steve finally breathed out in amazement.

“Yeah, whoa.” Bucky agreed. “So does this help in sorting out if this was a date-date?”

“I think it was definitely a date-date.”

“I’m glad. And do you think you’d want to try another date sometime?”

“When are you free next?” Steve chuckled, only half kidding.

“Easy there, pal.” Bucky warned lightly, patting Steve’s ridiculously broad chest. “We’ll find a day again soon.”

Steve nodded, knowing Bucky was right for wanting to take things slow. He led Bucky over to the door, giving him one last quick kiss goodbye before the brunette headed out into the early summer night. Steve was still floored by his own reactions to Bucky but it felt so right that he couldn’t agonize over it for long.

#steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #stucky fanfic #stucky fanfiction #idiots in love #confused steve rogers #gay bucky barnes #modern day au #no powers

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crimsxnflxwerz · 6 years

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the door - chapter 2 chapter summary: Shane finds a doll in his grandmother’s attic, the boys go hunting for bigfoot, and Ryan finds a mysterious door in his living room. author note: wow im sorry this is so bad and slow, i promise it’ll pick up next chapter ;v;

When Ryan woke, it was to the scurrying of mice. He blinked his eyes open, rubbing the bleary-ness out of them before looking around. He saw the shadow of an animal round the corner into the hallway. Ryan slid out of bed and changed quickly into his clothes. When he peaked into the hallway, there wasn’t anything there. Maybe he had still been dreaming, though he could have sworn the squeaks he heard had been real.

Walking into the kitchen, he saw that the clock on the wall said 7am. It was still a few days before school started up again, so he didn’t need to be ready for anything. He opened his fridge, but there wasn’t much in it. A few jars of half empty jams, a few slices of kraft cheese, and a jug of milk. Ryan grabbed a jar of raspberry jam and closed the fridge. On the counter, he saw a single loaf of pre-sliced white bread. There wasn’t much food in the house. He figured his mother would go shopping today, as he popped a piece of bread into their pop up toaster, he wondered if he could go with her. The timer clicked as it counted down.

Standing in the kitchen, he felt a shiver run through him. He glanced towards the window, and saw that the window was cracked open, and rain was sprinkling in. Ryan walked over to the window, wondering if he had maybe opened it and forgot. After he pulled it closed, a ding made him jump. He spun around and saw that it was only his toast that had popped up done.

“Chill out, Ryan.” He told himself, placing a hand over his chest. He took the toast and spread the measly amount of jam over it. He usually put butter on the bread first, but they didn’t have any. He wondered if his mother was awake. He ate his toast and put the jam back in the fridge.

“Mom?” he asked, walking down the hall. He knocked on her door, but it wasn’t closed all the way, so it creaked open. The room inside was neatly put together. It looked like his mother had put a lot of her things away. Her bed was made, her clothes put away, but her travel bag was missing. Ryan sighed. His mother must’ve already went out. He hoped that she would get him some snack if she had the extra money.

He moved back to his room to get his phone. He sent her a text about a snack, but he knew she probably wouldn’t check her phone until after she got back. She was gone so early this time, he wondered if she’d gone out on an inspirational whim, maybe she found something online that she wanted to investigate in person.

When Ryan looked outside, it was still raining. He wanted to go outside, so he threw his raincoat and boots on, and opened the front door. He noticed however, that there was something wrapped up on the porch. Ryan picked it up and turned it over. It was oddly shaped. He stepped back inside and closed the door as he began to open it.

On the inside, there was a note. It was addressed to him.

Ryan,

I was snooping around in my grandmother’s attic when I notice this odd doll. I think it’s handmade, but it looks exactly like you. I wonder who made it. I figured you could have it. She’s getting rid of this stuff anyways.

-Shane

Ryan unwrapped the package completely and looked at the doll. It was small, with soft limbs and a round face. It had his same skin tone, and haircut. That wasn’t the weirdest thing, however. It was wearing a replica of his new raincoat, his yellow boots, and his black pants. The only weird thing about it were its shiny, black, button eyes. It smiled up at him from where he held it.

“A little me?” he asked. He couldn’t brush off his sense of unease that he got from the doll, but he had to admit it was kind of cool. It was one of a kind. Did that make him special? Whoever made it obviously put a lot of care into it. The stitches were well done, the clothing was pristine, he was impressed.

“Hey little me, what do you wanna do today?” Ryan asked the doll. He put the doll into his pocket, just so that its arms hung out. “We’re gonna snoop some until mom gets back.”

Touring around the house was something he needed to do anyways, so he might as well make a game out of it. He grabbed a notepad and a pen from his mother’s office and started wandering. He started by looking at the windows. They had an old, fanciful feel to them. He sketched one, just for fun, but when it didn’t turn out he crumpled up the paper and tossed it.

“Why is art so hard?” he asked the little doll. It stared back with its beady eyes. “Maybe if I had a ruler.”

Ryan searched for a ruler around, opening drawers and moving boxes. He looked in every room he thought he’d find one, until he made his way to the kitchen again. His stomach growled, but he ignored it in favor of his search. He opened a few drawers until he came to one on an edge counter. Opening it, he saw that the drawer was full of keys. His eyebrows furrowed.

“Keys?” he asked. “What do you think, little me?”

He looked down at the doll. It didn’t answer him, like he expected, but he kind of related to it’s blank, but happy expression. He smiled at it. Looking back into the drawer, most of the keys looked the same, but there was one that stood out. It was an old, black key, the bow of it shaped like a button. Ryan picked it out of the mess and put it into the pocket with the doll.

“Let’s see where this key goes.” He told the doll. But just as he said that, he heard a car pull into the driveway. Glancing at the clock, it had been around 3 hours already. He ran to the front door and outside, seeing his mother with grocery bags.

“Need some help?” he asked as he approached her, grabbing some bags from the car. She smiled at him.

“Thanks,” she said, taking the rest of the bags from the trunk. They take the bags into the house and start taking things out and pulling them onto the counter.

“I didn’t think you’d be awake so early, hun.” His mother admitted. I knew you’d be hungry, so I bought some stuff for lunch.”

Ryan helped put everything away before they started making lunch. Juice in the fridge, snacks in the pantry, and ice cream in the freezer. When Ryan sat down at the kitchen table to wait for the food to be done, his mother noticed the doll in his pocket.

“Ryan, what’s that?” his mother asked. Ryan looked down at the doll and pulled it out of its hiding place in his pocket.

“Oh, this is little me,” he said. “Doesn’t it look like me? Shane brought it over.”

“Shane?” she gently took the doll from him to get a closer look. “Wow, it looks exactly like you. Are you sure he didn’t make it?”

“Yeah, Shane’s the weird neighbor kid.” Ryan explained. “I don’t think he’s much of a crafter. I think he spends most of his time hunting bigfoot.”

His mother laughed and handed the doll back. Ryan put it back in his pocket. “Are you gonna start searching for bigfoot, too?”

“Actually, yeah, he invited me,” Ryan said. “I don’t really believe in bigfoot, but I figured I’d humor him.”

“Mhm,” she agreed. “and then next week you’ll look for ghosts, too?”

“Ghosts are real, mom!” Ryan argued, although it had no heat in it. “I’ll find evidence eventually.”

“I bet you will.” She put their lunch in the oven when it beeped to signal that it was preheated.

After lunch, Ryan tried to find the door that the key belonged to. He looked all over the house, but couldn’t find a single door that matched the key. He hummed in frustration. What could it possibly be to? Sooner than later, 3pm rolled around, and he figured he might as well meet Shane outside. He grabbed a shoulder bag and stuffed a flashlight, a notebook, and a pen into it. The doll went, too. As he stepped outside, he stepped awkwardly down one of the steps and felt a stabbing pain in his knee. He sucked in a breath. Don’t be a wuss, Ryan, it’s just a scratch, he thought. He gave it a squeeze, before continuing out into the front yard. Glancing around, he couldn’t really see much since a fog seemed to have settled in after the rain had cleared out. The fog was like a cloud had flattened itself against the Earth, moving in swirling motions around plants, spiraling around his yellow boots.

After a moment of standing around, he heard a bark to his right. He could just see the neighbor’s house, and his eyes caught the sight of the little white dog running up the path to his house. It slowed down when it got to him and started sniffing around his shoes.

“Boo!” a voice from behind Ryan forced a scream from him. He jumped around and saw Shane standing there, clutching his stomach as he laughed.

“Fucking jerk!” Ryan shouted, punching Shane’s arm. The taller boy rubbed his arm, but otherwise continued laughing. The dog started barking happily and trotting circles around them.

“I got you good, Ry.” He joked. Ryan made a noise of irritation and crossed his arms.

“Are we going to go look for this fairy tale or not?” he snapped. Shane’s laughter tapered off, he wiped are his eyes with the back of his hand, then reached up and clicked a button on the go-pro strapped to his head. “Do you always have that on?”

Shane paused for a moment, a look of contemplation on his face, before he nodded in mock seriousness. “You never know when you’re going to stumble upon a bigfoot family.” He explained.

Ryan rolled his eyes. The dog whined and pawed at Shane’s long jacket. “C’mon, even the dog wants to get going.” He teased.

The two of them traveled towards the woods, walking past the old well and down the grassy hills into the tree line. It was dark as soon as they stepped into the woods, so they both pulled out their flashlights. Ryan pulled out his phone to check the time. 3:45pm. He looked up and saw that where there would normally be sunlight poking through the leaves, there were only thick, black clouds. It reminded him of the smog of the city, blotting out all the stars at night. He shivered, despite it not being too chilly. Shane whistled, and Ryan heard the dog bounding through fallen leaves to return to them. He fed it a strip of beef jerky from his coat pocket.

“Do you just, uh, carry around beef jerky?” Ryan asked, smirking. Shane t’sked.

“Hey, the dog needs to eat, too.” He said. Ryan laughed. “Also, maybe the smell of sweet teriyaki will attract bigfoot.”

“Are you sure he’s not more of a barbeque guy?” Ryan asked. Shane groaned.

“Oh no, what if he is?” he said in mock fear. Ryan laughed again.

The two of them continued on, filming odd sounds and investigating various animal nests, debating over what animals they belonged to. Shane, as expected, expertly explained that if he couldn’t comfortably lay in it, then it must not be a bigfoot nest. Which was an opening for Ryan to tease him about his height.

“Well, you know what they say about bullies,” Shane said to the teasing. There was a distinct pause, to which Ryan assumed he was generously waiting for his friend to supply the much-needed ‘what?’. Ryan didn’t budge. Shane looked physically strained, but then sighed when he saw that he wasn’t going to cooperate. “They only tease you about things they’re jealous of.”

“What?” Ryan said immediately. “Yeah, sure they do.”

“I wouldn’t lie to you, Ry.” He said.

“Don’t call me that,” Ryan said. “Then I guess all those bullies wanted my ‘large teeth’ and ‘questionable background’ at my old school.”

There was an awkward moment of silence. “I don’t think your teeth are big.” Shane said quietly. “Wait, what does questionable background even mean?”

“They couldn’t decide if I was Mexican or Asian.” He snapped. “It was to optimize their racist stereotyping.”

“Oh,” Shane answered shortly, then, “I just think you’re short.”

Despite himself, Ryan let out a soft chuckle. The white dog came over to trot beside him. It whined and Ryan leaned down to scratch it behind the ears.

The continued on, and managed to photograph a few deer, a fox, and a handful of squirrels and birds before it became too dark, even for the camera. They headed back towards Ryan’s house at that point. Ryan, with a slight limp, since he’d probably over-exerted himself with his injury.

Ryan pulled out the doll when they were almost back. He ran a thumb over the button eyes.

“You like the doll?” Shane asked. It wasn’t a tease, he seemed genuinely curious.

“Yeah,” he said. “Hey, if you made this, then you can tell me, y’know? I won’t make fun of you.”

Shane scoffed. “I wouldn’t make a doll of you. Even if I could sew.” Ryan frowned.

“Why not?” he asked. Shane shrugged.

“Well, other than the hair,” he accentuated this by ruffling Ryan’s raven-blue locks. “You’re really nothing special.”

Ryan shoved the doll back into his bag. Well, apparently, he wasn’t too special. “Who would you make a doll of?”

Shane pondered the question for a little bit, tapping his chin in thought. “The dog.”

Ryan rolled his eyes and decided that the conversation was over. The two of them walked back to Ryan’s porch in silence. Ryan was about to storm off, when Shane caught his wrist.

“Free tomorrow?” he asked. Ryan yanked his arm away.

“I dunno, why don’t you just hang out with the dog?” he snipped, and hurried into the house.

“Ry—” he started, but Ryan had already slammed the front door closed. He walked right past the kitchen and his mother’s office and bedroom, down to his own bedroom. He pulled out his phone and plugged it in. It was already 8 pm; so, he changed into his pajamas, put the key necklace and doll on his nightstand, and crawled into bed.

It only felt like a second, but suddenly he was awake. He heard a small thud and a squeak, and his eyes flew open. His gaze caught the retreating shadow of a mouse escaping his room. He didn’t remember leaving his door open, but maybe his mother had come in to check on him or something, so he didn’t give it much thought.

Looking to his nightstand, he grabbed the key necklace and put it on, then grabbed the doll.

“Did you see that mouse?” he asked the doll. He felt a little childish now, playing with the doll. As if what Shane had said somehow made what he did in his spare time embarrassing. Although, he couldn’t be too hard on himself. What else was he supposed to do with no other kids his age around, in the middle of the woods, and barely any access to the internet?

Shaking off the new embarrassment, he took the doll with him as he followed where the mouse went. As he entered the hall, he heard another tiny squeak, and saw the tail of a mouse disappear down the hall.

“Maybe we should get a cat,” he joked to the doll. “Get rid of the mice.”

He crept down the hall, following the shadows and mice squeaks until he found himself in the parlor, or rather the living room without a television. Seriously, their television had broken in the move, so they had to live without one for a while before his mother could afford one again. It kind of sucked, but he guessed he didn’t need tv all the time.

He spotted the mice squeeze behind a sofa in the corner of the room that was pressed up against a wall. He noticed that it was the wall that his mother said used to have a door in it, the door to another apartment that was boarded up before they’d moved in.

Walking over, he looked down at the sofa in question. It was more like a loveseat, now that he thought about it. It should be easy to move. He braced himself against it and pushed. It slid easily across the wood floor, maybe it had little felt feet to make it easier to move?

Behind the sofa was a plain, dirty wall. Although, there was an obvious square in the wallpaper that looked to be some kind of hatch that had been wallpapered over in a poor attempt to disguise it. He assumed this door must lead to the other apartment. He got a little jittery thinking about exploring it.

Crouching down, he ran his fingers over the keyhole. It was probably locked. He gasped in realization, and pulled his necklace off. This must be what this key was for, he thought.

He used the key end to cut the wallpaper around the door, then pushed the key into the keyhole and unlocked it. His heart pounded in anticipation. He yanked the door open.

“Awe…” he sighed when he saw that the space had been patched up with bricks. “What a bummer.”

He closed the door again and took the key. He put the necklace back on and tucked it into his pajama shirt. He looked down at the doll in his hand and frowned.

“I guess it wasn’t meant to be.” Standing up, he went back down the hall and crawled into bed, this time keeping the doll tucked in his arms as he got comfortable. “Too bad,” he yawned. “I was hoping for an adventure.”

The dolls eyes glinted oddly in the low moonlight from the window as Ryan fell asleep.

#bfu fic #shyan #buzzfeed unsolved #coraline au #bfu coraline au #my fic

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been reading a lot of klance fics lately so i thought i’d share it w you guys!! here’s 14 of them and definitely my favorites. comes with the title (duh), description, a review by yours truly, and link to the fic. the writers of said fics also have some gorg other masterpieces so be sure to check those out!

1. ) Smile for the Stars by maIikcutie

description

Though he's been dealt many bad cards, Lance isn't sure he can handle this one: winding up stranded, a million lightyears away from home, with only Keith to keep him company. The universe is cruel.

review

amazing a+++ fic but i strongly advise not to read this unless you are willing to live the rest of your life broken hearted and Sad. i promise ur heart will be wrecked but in the best way possible!!! a buncha artists on tumblr made art for this so be sure to check those out & also there’s a epilogue-ish thing for this that dulls the pain a lil less and its called The Stars Smile Back in case yall were interested

2. ) Dirty Laundry by Gibslythe

description:

"Two whole months of free laundry in exchange for two weeks of being my fake boyfriend. Deal?” Keith hesitated for a moment. Was this really worth it? Hardly. Lance was an asshole, and he wasn’t sure what fake dating would entail. But, free laundry was free laundry, right? “Alright, it’s a deal.” Or: Lance makes the mistake of telling his Mom he has a boyfriend coming home with him for Christmas. Keith makes the mistake of agreeing to be Lance's 'fake boyfriend'.

review:

if u love slow burn then BOY ur gonna love this !!!! mama lance is so warm i luv her !!! fake dating aka one of my fav tropes so 11/10 and i just rly love this ok im in tears

3. ) call me, beep me by safra

description:

(00:31) Do you think she gave me the wrong number on purpose? (00:31) Or was it a genuine mistake? (00:32) Like maybe she writes funny and I misread it? (00:32) Some of the numbers do look a little dodgy... (00:33) Cause, you know, her threes couldvery easily be poorly formed eights? And maybe she writes her sevens like her ones? (00:45) What (00:46) The (00:46) Fuck?? (00:47) Oh good, you are awake! where lance messages the wrong number and things kind of snowball from there

review:

i love through-chat fics therefore i am so in love with this!!!!!! your everyday "wrong number" trope but so so so much better!!! cute and happy

4. ) Seasons by fairietailed

description:

“Do you think we’ll be together, still, by the time we make it home?” Lance is quiet for a moment, thinking. Then he says, “That depends. Do you plan on going somewhere?” Keith laughs, threading his fingers through Lance’s hair. “No, I suppose I don’t.”

review:

their relationship is just SO PURE AND SOFT and so well written i'm in luuuv but the open ending will shatter and will most likely rip u apart

5. ) Don't Break Connection, Baby by princedeadend

description:

Keith works part-time as a phone sex operator and receives a prank call from Lance. This does not go as planned for Lance. Thus begins the adventure of our dear sweet idiot continuing to call Keith to fuck with him (but not like fuck fuck with him...at least not yet). And y'know, eventually having legit conversations with him and getting attached and growing on Keith. aka the phone sex operator fic no one asked for

review:

this is soooooooooo cute and adorable and wow i luv ittttt!!! made me smile so hard it hurts

6. ) He Who Fights Monsters by magisterpavus

description:

In a world where monstrous dragons terrorize humanity daily, the Garrison trains valiant Knights to slay the evil beasts and defend Earth. But when Knight cadet Lance Espinosa is kidnapped by a strange red dragon who kills its own kind, certain truths are revealed...and so are the true monsters.

review:

oh my god the buildup may be slow but i promise it's worth it like everything just falls perfectly into place !!! and its so adorable and creative and just wow not ur usual klance fanfic and that just makes it 1000x better and also,,, dragons !!

7. ) Bonding Time by magisterpavus

description:

“Shiro, I fucked up,” Keith blurted, wringing his hands. Shiro paused mid-punch, shooting him a quizzical look. “What? What happened?” “I think,” Keith whispered, “I think I accidentally roofied Lance. With my dick.”

review:

galra keith will always and forever be my fav au so this is a definite fav for me !!! i love the other 3 sequels it comes w too!! and nsfw content too dont even lie ik u guys are thirsty for that

8 .) Just Static by Jessadilla

description:

--Static---- -iro, Hunk, Kei---, nybody? I’m---- -static-- --I’m sorry guys. This is all my-- --static--cc-- ---I found my coordinates. They’re-- -stttcc- -guys. I hear something--- --scccc- -end transmission- Alone on a hostile planet, transmissions aren't getting through. How did it come to this?

review:

this fic got me sad and crying in the middle of the night )': wont leave u too sad tho the ending is pretty nice

9. ) What a Healing Pod Can't Repair by Remember_Me

description:

The compromised wormhole was ripping apart at the seams, sending everyone spiraling away in completely different directions. Lance could feel himself being pulled and bent in ways he was definitely not supposed to be. -- Stitching the team back together after everyone is separated is difficult, and for one Paladin rescue wouldn't be coming for a very long time.

review:

no words. literally no words. this was so painful and just wow the buildup will shatter u i swear )’: also poor bb lance i sob. comes with cool-looking art which makes it a whole lot better

10. ) Seen: 5:29 by SpeedOfSins

description:

AU where Keith is some important guy who has a business suit, and lance is a good housewife. (tha ts a lie, i honestly dont have a summary but this fic hurts, i have been told by at least 3 people) Written in text format

review:

will wreck u, beware!! may be short but enough to bring u to tears honestly

11. ) On Thin Ice by Minadora

description:

Once upon a time, two Canadian nerds decided to start a figure skating au about their two space sons and their wonderful misfit friends. Ten pages of headcanons later we finally put electronic pen to electronic paper and created this monstrosity. This multi-chapter fic chronicles the lives of a hockey player named Keith who gets forcibly enlisted into figure skating lessons by his brother, Shiro, to "work on his footwork". There he meets a pompous - yet talented - figure skater named Lance and gets swept away by both the sport and the skater. Enjoy the ride because it's only just started.

review:

the description says it all !!!!! a fic beloved by the vld fandom and gosh whats not to love honestly???? also the whole gang is so happy !!! (sidenote: this is unfinished and its killing me)

12. ) I bet you look good on the dancefloor by xShieru

description:

"So like in 'Step Up'?" Allura shrugs. "Now that you put it like that - yes. I guess it's just like in 'Step Up'." The smile that she sends Shiro's way - followed by a shy wave, eugh - is sickening to say the least, and Lance still doesn't believe in dance camps. - Lance McClain's dancing career begins and ends with Keith. Keith just wants to find out what Lance's deal is.

review:

if u love step up ur gonna LOVE this !!!! i love it so so so so much can i just say and wow keith is so hot ffs

13. ) thunderstruck by xShieru

description:

Lance doesn't pine for anyone ever, Keith's never been to a dance, Hunk tries his best to be supportive, Shiro is very done, and Pidge steals a car.But hey, it could've been worse.

review:

space prom!!!!!!! and cute pining gays!! whats not to love about that?

14. ) In English, Please

description:

Lance thinks he can get away with flirting with Keith if it's in Spanish. Lance thinks if he says the words angrily enough no one will catch on to the ruse. Lance thinks his secret crush is safe. Lance, my friends, is very...very wrong.

review:

two words - too. cute. i can't even with this fic

#klance #klance fic recs #leeanne's fic recs #keith kogane #lance mcclain #voltron #vld #ao3 #long post

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