#think I’ll make it the second time around hhh I’m close to my other friend yeah but not as close as we are because I’m always scared I’m

[chockfullofsecrets]

okay, this is very much a WIP but i am stressed for the finale and needed something fluffy so! wizard reward tickles!

(extremely mild episode 140 spoilers, no specifics)

He’s making his way up to the third floor of the tower, Fjord and Jester floating alongside, when Jester turns with cautious concern writ large on her face. “Essek, have you been crying?”

Essek is enough of a stranger to tears, until recently, that he cannot tell how she knows. “It is all right, Jester, I am…” He pauses, fishing for a suitable word. “Recovered.”

He looks at Fjord over her head, willing him to convey some kind of guidance. The reason for the aforementioned lapse, one he is hardly sure of his reasons for committing in the first place, is sleeping safe and whole just a floor below in this magical tower of Caleb’s - surely there is no reason to keep the matter open? 

Jester beams at him, fangs on full display, and claps her hands together. “I know exactly what will make you feel better, Essek!”

“As do I, I would hope,” he rejoins, gesturing to the vast library that the three of them are currently hovering in the midst of. “I know it is a little late, but I have not had a chance to take the, ah, the full tour, and I am certain I can find something of interest-”

“Essek, no!” Jester interrupts, throwing her arms wide. “You need cheer up tickles!”

At the last word, he instinctively clutches his mantle closer. “Ah - what?”

Fjord snorts. Essek pointedly ignores him. “Jester,” he says weakly, “I am sorry, but frankly I do not think my heart can take any more strenuous activity today.” 

“It’s not strenuous,” Jester insists, arms still brandished to either side. “It’s super gentle and relaxing! Caleb loves them!”

His disbelief must show on his face - Jester pouts, and Fjord shakes his head indulgently and steps up to wind an arm around her waist. “He does, truly,” he reassures. Essek watches Jester tip her head back and grin at him, two synchronized sweethearts, and smiles a little despite himself. “Ask him, if you like, I don’t think you’ve seen us do it to him before.”

Frankly, Essek is more familiar with the brand of tickling that sends Caleb scrambling to Teleport away when the Nein so much as look in his direction with particular intent. He’s particularly proud of that Counterspell. “I - I am not quite sure where he is, at the moment, and I do not wish to disturb him.”

“Are you sure? You don’t want to be in a room alo-one with him?” Jester wriggles her entire body suggestively and promptly returns to pouting when he refuses to blush. “Come on, Essek, we fought an evil flesh city together this morning, can’t you trust us for like five more minutes?”

Perhaps someday trust will stop seeming so new and fragile to him - but today, looking at both of their faces and seeing no trace of deception, he sighs and lowers himself slowly to the ground. “I suppose it cannot hurt.”

“Yes!” Jester cheers. She shakes Fjord’s arm off and digs his out of layers of clothing, towing him into the library and over to a cozy lounging section patterned in Zemnian reds.  “You’re gonna feel so good, Essek, I promise. Take your cloak off!”

There’s little else to do but obey. He drapes it neatly over an adjacent seat, gestures questioningly at his boots and removes them as well when Jester nods authoritatively. “And now your shirt!”

He freezes. “What.”

“Kidding, kidding!” She flops down on the lounge, fluffing out her skirts, and beckons for him. “Come here - Fjord, go away, you’ll make him nervous!”

Fjord glances over at Essek, eyebrows raised in clear amusement. “He’s not a stray cat, Jes.”

“He’s a wizard, it’s practically the same thing!”

“Ah-” Essek starts. Fjord raises his hands in surrender.

“Fine, fine, I’ll be over here.” He backs towards the lounge with Essek’s things strewn over it, mockingly cautious. “If I’m allowed to stay in the room, that is.”

“Of course you can stay!” Jester tells him. “You know, I bet this library has a copy of Tusk Love somewhere-” 

She breaks off into giggles as Fjord grimaces at her. Essek watches the two of them, back and forth, and almost feels glad when Jester turns back to him with more instructions. “Okay, now you lie down in my lap.”

“Jester.”

“Essek.” She pats encouragingly at her knees. 

Essek steps closer and - he doesn’t know how to get in a lap. He frowns, twisting minutely to one side and then the other as he tries to judge the best way of lowering himself-

Jester grabs him around the waist and yanks, pulling his back flush against her, then pushes his chest down with one muscled arm and scoops his legs up with the other.

He stares breathlessly at the ceiling. “Oh.”

A grinning blue face bobs into his field of vision. “I’m gonna tickle you now, okay?”

Essek closes his eyes and braces himself.

Seconds pass without the immediate zinging shock that he’s expecting. He cracks an eye open. “Jester?”

She’s frowning. “You’re so tense, Essek! Just-” She sucks in an exaggerated breath, cheeks ballooning, and whooshes it out. “Breathe.”

He tries. As he’s exhaling, Jester rests one warm palm on his belly and starts to rub gentle circles. 

He sighs despite himself - it is a new feeling, but not an unpleasant one, and he can feel himself relaxing as she widens the circles to climb his chest. “Jester-”

“Shh,” she soothes, and trails her fingertips down his chest and back onto his belly. “Aw, does that tickle?”

His breath hitches as she draws her fingertips slowly from side to side, fluttering at his hips where the fabric of his shirt bunches. “I - hnnnh - nnnn-”

His belly twitches involuntarily as he tries to keep himself from laughing outright. Jester clucks in disapproval and goes back to her circles. “Ess-ek, don’t fight it, just relax!”

She stays at his belly this time for what seems like minutes, smoothing gently over an expanse of skin that warms with each pass. Essek feels his breathing slow, his eyes start to drift shut. The weight of heat and proximity press down on him like a blanket, and he thinks he might fall asleep then and there.

Then she tickles him again, that same light trailing of fingertips, and a laugh slips out before he can think to contain it. 

She doesn’t stop, tracing light swirls of sensation over his belly and sides, and he can’t quite bring himself to try and stop snickering either - it’s pleasant, the waves of warm tingles radiating up into his chest and down to his hips, and all his muscles are loose and pliant enough that he doesn’t even feel the need to squirm away.

Jester coos at him through the haziness. “Aw, you look so comfy, are you having fun?”

“Mm - heh - mmhm,” he manages. 

“Oh, good - I’m glad you like it, Essek. I wanted to do something really nice for you since you did such a good job in Aeor with us, you know?”

There’s a proper response to that, something about how much he owes all of them already and how no amount of good cheer now will see him through his uncertain future, but it’s hard to come up with words at the moment. Instead, he closes his eyes and lets his head fall back even further as Jester starts to skim her gentle touches up to his ribs. “So many cool spells-”

Her fingers creep up into his armpits, a distinctly more ticklish spot, and he’s halfway through humming out a protest when she shushes him again and starts rubbing slow, careful circles in the hollows with her thumbs. “And when you broke that crystal to make sure we could all rest and heal up - that was really good, Essek.”

“Hnnnn,” he manages.

Every muscle in his upper body feels like jelly. He can’t even twitch as she repeats that same skimming swirl under his arms, just giggles a bit harder. “Doesn’t it feel nice to relax and not have to worry about all that anymore?”

Oh, that’s a question - he thinks for a long, liquid moment, trying to string together a sentence. “Hhh - hehe - mhmm, s’nice.”

“It is! You did such a good job, you should get all the tickles.”

“Tickles,” he nearly purrs. He can feel his ears flicking contentedly.

Jester shifts beneath him, whisper-shouting over to where he assumes Fjord is still sitting. “He’s so cute, Fjord.”

“Adorable,” Fjord whispers back. “And - hey, looks like we’re about to have two of them.” 

And then, louder - “Hey, Caleb.”

Caleb? Essek’s eyes snap open.

He’s walking over to them, sans coat and scarf with his hands tucked neatly behind his back. “Ah, I did not expect to find anyone else here.” He turns to regard Essek. “I see they’ve gotten to you too, hm?”

Essek struggles for a moment, trying to wake himself with the realization that Caleb is usually the one receiving Jester’s attentions in this way - and this isn’t a conversation he wants to have while Caleb is standing and he’s flat on his back. 

Jester makes a frustrated sound as he tries to sit up. Caleb looks a little surprised too - even more so, when Fjord walks over and wraps a hand around each of his shoulders. “Oh, don’t be jealous, you’ll get your wizard tickles too.”

Essek blinks. “Caleb, I didn't mean to take anything from you-”

Caleb’s ears go red, but he leaves Fjord’s hands where they are as he crouches down by Essek and pats his shoulder. “I did not mean to tease, my friend - please, relax and enjoy yourself.” He smiles, then, a little flick in the corner of his mouth. “Or Jester will make you, I’m sure.”

He blinks again. “You’re not - upset?”

Caleb shakes his head, sending wisps of red hair flying around his face. “Not one bit.”

Essek lets Caleb press him gently back down into Jester’s lap, watches blankly as she grins down at both of them and reaches out to tap Caleb’s nose.

He stands before she can, quirks a loose smile in her direction. “Not today, Lavorre, I think.”

He turns as if he might walk away, starting to lock his hands behind his back again, and Essek nearly calls him back, offers to let him take his place - but Fjord is just behind him, hands still on his shoulders, and he pins him easily in place. “Oh, I’d love to see you try to avoid this.”

Caleb opens his mouth to reply, snaps it shut again as Fjord’s hands slide off his shoulders and bracket his sides, fingers curling in ever so slightly. 

Fjord’s a little taller than Caleb, enough that when Caleb starts to shrink in on himself he has to stoop to get his mouth next to his ear. “You’ve had a hard day,” he says, low and steady. “Don’t make us watch you hide from a little lightness, after all that.”

Caleb looks all of them over once, frantically, and then looks pointedly away. It’s a sentiment Essek is familiar with - looking for escape, and resigning yourself to none - and he’s surprised when Caleb gives a slight nod.

Fjord’s face splits into a relieved smile, tusks on full display. “Right, then,” he continues, wrapping his arms around Caleb’s waist and lifting him straight off the ground to carry him the few feet to the other lounge.

He sets him down and sits next to him, waiting patiently until Caleb huffs a quiet breath through his nose and leans over to put his head in Fjord’s lap. “Right.”

Jester reaches for Essek’s belly again, but he catches her wrist and looks up at her to shake his head. 

She raises her eyebrows. He tilts his head ever so slightly towards the other lounge.

Jester’s mouth forms a silent O of understanding before pursing into a mischievous smirk. Essek frowns - he’s curious, there’s no need for eyebrow waggling. 

She does draw her hands away, though, so he contents himself with a single stern look before turning his attention towards Caleb. “You’re healed, yes?” Fjord asks.

He starts patting at Caleb’s ribs as if to check them, but the way he starts massaging little circles into them seems distinctly meant to tickle. Essek watches, perplexed, as Caleb doesn’t laugh at all,  just sighs a little and lets his shoulders lay flat. “Ja, Caduceus helped with that.”  

“That’s good. Proud of you,” Fjord says approvingly. 

Caleb looks more flustered at that than he has at anything else said tonight, a reluctant smile working its way over his features. Fjord smirks and bends down to whisper something else to him  - Essek doesn’t catch it, but apparently it’s terrible enough to make him squeak and roll defensively onto his side.

Their eyes meet.

They both stare for a moment, and then Caleb’s eyes narrow - Essek has just barely seen him mischievous enough times to recognize the look. He flicks his fingers in a particular pattern even as Fjord rolls him back over with a series of nibbling little pinches to his ribs that send him squirming, and there’s a slight pop as an illusory feather appears by Essek’s bare feet.

He doesn’t even have time to protest before the damned thing wriggles up against his sole and he’s squealing. He bolts upright, clinging to Jester as he laughs frantically. “HAAA - ahaha - Caleheheb!”

“Cay-leb, stop that!” Jester cries, but she looks absolutely delighted as she cuddles him close with her own fingers wriggling mischievously. “Do you know how long it took us to convince him to let us tickle him?”

Fjord laughs. “ I think someone’s trying to tell me they want their feet tickled. Isn’t that right, Caleb?”

The feather switches to his other foot, and Essek presses his face into Jester’s shoulder and cackles loudly enough that he nearly misses Fjord’s next statement. “Oh, feeling shy? No, no, tell me - do you want feathers or fingers?”

Between one flick and the next, the feather disappears with another pop. 

Essek pries his face up from Jester’s shoulder and turns to strongly protest this treatment, but it looks like Caleb’s been thoroughly distracted from him - Fjord’s taken his chin in one strong hand and tipped it gently back, leaving the thin column of his neck hopelessly vulnerable. He’s already giggling, hiccupy little things, as Fjord runs his fingers gently along a tendon. “Well, speak up - feathers?“

He switches suddenly to the other side of his neck. “Or fingers?” 

Caleb whines, scrunching his shoulders as far as he can against Fjord’s thigh. “Ahaha - nngh - nein, mean! Mean!”

“I’ll be nice just as soon as you tell me what you want.” Fjord tells him. “Come on, you can do it.”

“I - heheheeeeh - I can’t!” Caleb pleads. 

“Maybe you shouldn’t have bothered Essek, then,” Fjord scolds lightly. 

Caleb makes a helpless little sound, still giggling. Fjord’s voice softens then, to something cajoling. “This is supposed to be fun for you, Caleb. Let me know how I can do that.”

Caleb whines a little more, squeezing his eyes shut, but he seems to relax a bit at the command. “Feathers,” he says finally. “There’s a writing desk around the corner with some quills.”

“Good boy,” Fjord says, letting go of his chin and patting his cheek. “I’ll be right back, then.”

He helps a heavily blushing Caleb off his lap and lays him back down, smoothing once over his ribs and getting the same blissful giggles Essek remembers himself echoing just a minute ago.

Caleb flops back, catching his breath, and looks wryly across at him. “If you run now, maybe you can get away before they learn too much about you.”

“Nope, too late!” Jester says cheerfully, her arms still wrapped tightly around him. Essek jumps as she starts to tickle his sides. “Aw, Essek, are you going to get all embarrassed if we tell you you’re a good boy?”

Essek scoffs, fighting the laughter and the blush that threatens to climb the back of his neck. “I have received many accolades over the years, I do not think so.”

“A good friend, then? One that we trust completely?” Caleb suggests. It’s more the way Caleb looks at him as he says it, like he already knows how much that means, but Jester still squeals excitedly at the dark purple gathering in his cheeks. 

“Ooh, and what if we tease you about how ticklish you are?” Jester asks, worming her fingers onto his tummy and tapping them there until he’s giggling helplessly at the implied threat. “Cause Essek, you are really, really ticklish.”

“This is not what I was promised,” he manages through his laughter. A few weeks ago, he would have been fearful at this clear intrusion, a transparent search for weakness. Now he mostly wants to calm himself enough to trance in the next few hours.

“Oh, shitballs, you’re right,” Jester rushes out, and stops tickling in favor of rubbing warm circles up his sides. “Okay, okay, lie down and I will give you the best cheer up tickles.”

“I heard that,” Fjord says, rounding the corner with a feather dangling from his fingertips. “You two are going to have to compare notes afterwards and let us know who’s really better.”

“I don’t think-” Caleb starts. He yelps as Fjord pounces on his feet, protests for a moment before dissolving into soft laughter at the introduction of the feather.  

Essek’s busy falling back into dazed, happy snickering as Jester trails her fingertips back up under his arms. 

He feels very cheerful, at the moment.

#tickling #critical role #shadowgast #fjorester #essek thelyss #caleb widogast #fjord #jester lavorre #chocfic

[princess-of-inarizaki]

Oh hi there it's me again ヾ(＾-＾)ノ I just finished all of my essays and projects I mean almost all of them . So can you do hcs of first date with Sakusa, Atsumu, Suna, Kenma and Oikawa? Like how far they'll go far for affection, pda, etc? How they'll make the date fun and enjoyable? Smthn like that.

I finally got to your request @k-sakusa-old !! (So very proud of you for completing those essays hehe, eventho it's a bit late; congratulations!!)

I really hope you enjoy this, it took me quite a while because I wanted it to be perfect. Love you!! 💖💖💖

First dates with the boys!

Characters: Oikawa, Atsumu, Suna, Sakusa, Kenma.

Warnings: none

Oikawa

(Oikawa bby!! It's so funny, he's one of my favourite characters, and yet this is the first headcanon I'm writing about him. I hope to do it well)

Oikawa would be very thorough. He prides himself on being a romantic who's able to sweep anyone off of their feet, so when he realizes he has a crush on you, he wastes no time!

Corny pickup lines, and exceptional romantic gestures, and he's always trying to touch you! (Not in an uncomfortable way, more like, holding your hand, and small hugs.)

One day, he just confesses his feelings and asks you out on a date, with the sweetest smile on his face. He's just looking at you with this expression of pure love on his face, you can't help but say yes immediately.

He tells you he'll pick you up in the evening, with a wink. Though he seems very suave and cool, internally his heart is just beating so fast and he can't wait to spend time alone with you.

The time comes and you hear your doorbell ring. Your parents answer, and Oikawa is just casually chatting them up and talking to them.

Your parents seem to really like his carefree and charming attitude, and passion towards volleyball. Not gonna lie, they're proud of your choice.

You come down, after a while, and Oikawa breaks out in a huge smile whilst ruffling your hair. “You look gorgeous, y/n-chan. I'm going to take care of you so no one dares look at you.”

Your parents laugh whilst you're just a blushing mess!

Eventually, the two of you leave and get into Oikawa's car. His arm is slung around your seat, and he's singing along to songs on the radio, persuading you to join him.

You finally reach, and Oikawa, ever the gentleman, helps you get out of the car, and holds your hand leading you to an ice skating rink.

He rents two pairs of skates, and gets down on his knees to help you lace them up. (He's such a sweetheart, honestly)

When the both of you are laced up, you carefully make your way on the ice together, hand in hand. Oikawa is pretty good with controlling his skates, but it's your first time so you're pretty nervous.

He gently leads you across the ice, and makes sure to never let you go. Sometimes, his hands are on your waist to ensure you don't fall, and slowly as the evening progresses, your hands, because you're more confident.

Will definitely twirl you on skates and spin you around when he feels like you've got the hang of it. Thinks you look beautiful with your cheeks flushed and huge smile.

He can't resist pecking you on the cheek, to feel your cold skin immediately heat up beneath his lips.

Takes you out for dinner at a fancy restaurant after ice skating, and definitely stares at you like you're the most beautiful girl he's ever seen, the warm candlelight illuminating your face.

You're to flustered to eat, with him staring at you like that, but he laughs and feeds you, much to your embarassment.

Makes sure to bring you home before your curfew, and kisses you in the car in front of your house. A soft song is playing in the background, and his lips are gently pressing on yours.

He walks you to your doorstep, and thanks you for having such a fun night out with him, and pecks your forehead once more before leaving.

Atsumu

Two favourite characters, one after the other? Alright luv, I'm on a roll 👉👈

I think Atsumu genuinely has a soft spot for you. Everyone may think of him as a jerk or an asshole, but when he sees you, he hates that image of himself, and desperately wants you to see him in a different way.

He's so gentle, and you can tell that he tries his best to use sweeter words, and be more affectionate. He's trying to let you know he cares, and really really likes you...

And honestly? You like him too. You love how he seems to try so hard for you, and you ask him out on a date (quite bold, go you!!)

He freaks out on the spot when you do, and asks you to leave it up to him, since he was just about to ask you out too. “Can we do it this Saturday, y/n? I'll take care of everything!”

He has the softest blush on his face, and you two bid farewell to go to your classes on the opposite directions. Osamu jabs his twin in the ribs and teases him for not being the first to ask you out.

“But at least she liked me enough, so shut up 'Samu” he's just so smug!

It's Saturday, and you're up bright and early. Selecting a cute sundress, you tie your hair up and wait by the park, where Atsumu is supposed to meet you.

He walks up to you, and takes in a sharp breath when he sees what you're wearing. He thinks you look beautiful, but he really just doesn't know how to say it. “Yer pretty” he mumbles.

But he knows the word "pretty" doesn't even come close to what you are. Is ethereal the word?

He has a bag with him, and he begins taking out bento boxes and other assorted snacks. “I uh— I had 'Samu cook this for us, but I helped too, so let's eat?”

The park was quiet and clean, since it was early in the morning and no one else was there. Atsumu leaned against a tree, (and took a huge breath for guts) before pulling you close to him.

He melted after seeing you look at him and smile as you popped a piece of takoyaki in your mouth.

The date progressed with Atsumu feeding you at random intervals, and laughing at how you seemed to have the cutest reactions to each of the dishes.

I feel like Atsumu would also be the type to let you have the last dumpling, or sushi, because that's how much he really adores you! :(Sorry this is so soft hhh)

You feel really happy after the meal, and snuggle closer to Atsumu, his arm wrapped around you and thank him for it. His heart is just beating so fast, and he slowly strokes your hair.

You suddenly get an idea, and get up, pulling him up with you. He stares at you whilst you open Spotify and play a song.

“Let's dance, 'Tsumu” you say softly, as you wrap your arms around his neck and place his arms around your waist. He's not used to being this close to you, but he really likes it.

As the music softly plays from your phone's small speaker, you sway aimlessly, staring into Atsumu's eyes as deeply as he is into yours.

You reach up, feeling bold, and kiss his lips gently, a small smile playing across your face, and you instantly feel his body heat up beneath your touch.

“I think you're perfect for me, Atsumu.” he has never felt more in love, than he is with you right now.

Suna

You and Suna would be the type of really tight best friends who everyone thinks are dating, but really aren't.

And it's driving people crazy! Like, he naps on your lap all the time, you wait for him to finish practice, and he's always recording you. You guys are obviously in love, but somehow you don't ever admit it?

Your friends and his are so tempted to just force you to get into a relationship already, but they're too scared of the blackmail Suna has on them xD

You want to ask him out too, but you're just really shy, and scared of putting your friendship on the line. He's the exact same.

So it goes on, torturously. Being so close, yet so far.

Until one day, you and Suna are hanging out in your room. You're studying, whilst he's watching volleyball videos. You keep sneaking glances at his beautiful side profile next to you.

The volleyball videos are a façade to him too. He really wanted to confess to you today, and thought today's study session would be a good opportunity.

Pulling your chair to face him, he takes your hands and brings it close to him. “Y/n... I'm not really good with things like this, and I know we're best friends, but I really like you.”

“I'm really sorry, I don't know if this will affect our friendship, but you're just too damn perfect to ignore.”

“Every single second I spend with you is excruciating because I want you to be mine so—”

He's interrupted with your soft lips pressing on his, as you lean forward in your seat, hands cupping his face. He's stunned, and his eyes widen, but he's just so happy, he kisses you back.

He laughs and looks at you, you're shy, after the outburst, and look up at him, eyes sparkling and cheeks so red. He gently holds you in his arms, and places you on the bed, getting on next to you.

Normally, if a guy did this, you'd be wary, and absolutely freaked out, but this wasn't a stranger. This was Suna. Your Suna.

He turns to face you and holds you in his arms as you bury your face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent.

Softly stroking your hair, and tracing patterns on your back, he asks “So is this how our first date is going to go?”

You laugh and nod, “our first date is mutual napping. As expected of my boyfriend.”

Suna's words are caught in his throat when he hears you say that. Boyfriend? It sounds so good coming out from your mouth like that. Overjoyed, he pulls you closer.

The afternoon goes by lazily, as Suna falls asleep shortly after you do. You have naps together often, but none like this. None as intimate as him holding you, and peppering small kisses on you whenever he felt like it.

None as nice as being able to whisper “I love you, Rin.” everytime you jolted up, and feeling his presence, his warmth, and undeniable love for you.

You definitely take a picture of him, and post it on your social media, much to your friends' delight. Atsumu comments “Finally. I would've thrown Rintarō in the trashcan next time I have to hear how amazing you are. Now he can tell it to you straight 🤚”

A smile plays on your lips as you gently kiss your boyfriend's sleeping figure, loving him all the more.

Sakusa

Sakusa wants to do things properly with you. Like, he's very old school romantic, and he wants to take his time to sweep you off of your feet.

So you're in art history class, and as he sits next to you, he sees you focusing on a certain page of the textbook, mesmerized.

His cheeks grow warm beneath the mask, because you look so cute and focused, eyes shining as you try to memorize all the information on the page.

Being observant, he quickly concludes that an art gallery would be the best place for a first date. After all, Sakusa wants things to be perfect. He wants you to enjoy this date more than anything, and that starts with finding out your interests.

He slowly pushes down his mask, leans over to your side of the table and asks you if you'll let him take you out on a date this Sunday. You're so flustered, because you never thought Sakusa saw you in that way.

He looked serious, with no hint of it being a joke, so you nodded and told him you'd meet him Friday late afternoon.

Your mind was whirling, it seemed too good to be true. You've always had a crush on Sakusa, and ever since he was assigned to sit next to you at the start of the year, you've always hoped it would be a good chance to get closer to him.

You never knew he thought of you in the same way, and suddenly, the smallest things he did for you, like helping you with your questions, or sharing his sanitizer with you made so much more sense.

Friday, after school, your room was messy and strewn with clothing. After settling on a comfy outfit, you walked to the gallery, to find Sakusa, clad in jeans and a turtlenecks waiting for you.

He didn't have his mask on, and your heart somehow flipped, seeing him in all his beauty, without something covering his face.

The place was less crowded than usual, because it was still a weekday. Feeling bold, you decided to gently pull his hand and hold it. He intertwined his fingers with yours as you pulled him to check out an exhibit.

A few exhibits later, Sakusa was more in love with you than ever. The way your eyes shone with delight whenever you stared at something you particularly liked, or how you squeezed his hand tighter after feeling excited, causing his heart to squeeze a little bit too.

Deep down inside, he admired your beautiful figure staring up at a beautiful piece of art. The entire room was filled with canvases of different sizes, each more gorgeous than the next, but Sakusa's eyes were only on you.

To him, you were more stunning than any of the pieces in the room.

The two of you settle in front of a painting of two lovers, kissing each other passionately. You sigh softly when you see the painting.

Sakusa smirks and pulls you to him, his hands on your waist the exact same way as the lovers in the painting. His lips reach down to yours, capturing them in a passionate kiss. You're a bit startled, but you kiss him back, placing your hands on his chest.

It wasn't a long kiss, but you felt out of breath when he finally pulled away. “I thought you wanted to recreate that painting” whispered Sakusa in your ear, sensually.

You were a huge blushing mess, as you leaned up and kissed his lips one more time. “Oh hush, you.”

Once you were satisfied with how much time you've spent looking at the art, Sakusa smiles at you, asking you if you've enjoyed spending the day with him.

“I did... And honestly, I don't want it to end” you say shyly. His eyes widen, and a small smile settles on his face as he holds your waist, pulling you closer to him.

A few minutes later, you're in Sakusa's room. You know it's special because he didn't seem like the type of person to invite people to his house, much less his room. He held two paper bags of baked pastries and passed you one.

“How did you know these were my favourite?” you asked, as you took a bite of the flaky pastry as it melted on your tongue. “I just do, after all, I want to treat you perfectly because you are perfect.”

Your heart skipped a few beats as you shifted closer to him, wrapping his arms around you. You snuggled closer to his chest and felt his heart beneath you. “You're perfect too, Omi-kun.”

He gently holds you close as the taste of butter, pastry, and your Chapstick lingers in his mouth.

Kenma

You're Kuroo's best friend, and you inevitably also get extremely close to Kenma. (No offense but they are a package deal :( I couldn't bear writing him without Kuroo)

You've recently noticed that Kenma has been becoming more distant and shy than usual. It breaks your heart, because you really like him, and you're worried you've done something wrong.

You finally ask Kuroo why Kenma has been acting that way recently. “Don't sweat it kitten. I think he likes you, but he doesn't know how to deal with his feelings.”

You're a bit shocked, but nonetheless very happy. At first, you thought the warm feeling in you whenever Kenma smiled, or did something cute was platonic, but as you spent more time with him, you realized it was anything but that.

One day after school, Kuroo texted you, asking you to come over to Kenma's house. “We'll game together.” was his exact words.

But when you arrived, Kuroo was no where to be seen, and a blushing Kenma perched on his gaming chair looked very flustered.

“I'll go, I'm sorry. Maybe Kuroo was just pulling a prank on me.” you said nervously, not wanting to make the boy uncomfortable. But Kenma grabbed your wrist before you were able to leave.

“Maybe you could stay? I like having you around.” he said softly, his eyes not fully meeting yours. You smiled and nodded, getting into the gaming chair next to his.

“Would you like to play with me, then?” you asked, as you set the game up, the loading screen displayed on the computer.

The afternoon progressed with you and Kenma exhibiting perfect teamwork, as you levelled up together. He kept sneaking glances at you during the game, and loved seeing your small face enveloped by the huge headphones.

He thought you looked absolutely adorable. And hated how he could never tell it to your face. He really wanted to tell you how pretty you looked, or how much he liked you, but he was just too scared to.

Feeling his gaze on you, you gently took off your headphones before staring at him. “what's wrong, Kenma?” your eyes shone with concern as you studied his face intently.

What happened next was a blur to Kenma, but next he knew, he was kissing you, his hands on your shoulders and yours tangled in his hair.

He wasn't good with words but he wanted to show you how he felt. Show you how you made him feel, like the butterflies in his stomach couldn't calm down. He poured everything into that one kiss.

When he finally pulled away, his cat-like eyes took in your appearance, flustered smile, red cheeks, beautiful eyes. He was scared you might reject him, but the look on your face didn't show any of that.

You looked at him the exact same way he looked at you, with suppressed emotions and rushing love. Could it be that you liked him too?

“Uh, y/n... Do you maybe like me too?” you laughed softly as you tucked his hair behind his ears, pulling his headphones off his head. “for someone so incredibly smart, you are pretty daft.”

He sighed happily, and pulled your hands closer to him, placing them on his cheeks. “This is too much for my heart, I think we should continue gaming now.”

You laughed. This quirky boy never changed. Spinning the gaming chair, you turned to face the screen.

He brought snacks, at some point too, and insisted on feeding you. To tease him, you kissed his fingers whenever he did, causing the poor boy to blush.

Somewhere, in his house amidst his science study books, Kuroo laughed. “They're probably making out now.” (ah Kuroo is the cutest wingman!! And no I don't accept criticism >:)

#first date #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hcs #haikyuufanfics #inarizaki #kuroo headcanons #kenma headcanons #oikawa x reader #oikawa headcanons #oikawa tooru #atsumu headcanons #atsumu x y/n #miya atsumu #haikyuu kozume #sakusa x reader #sakusa headcanons #sakusa oneshot #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu fluff #suna rintarou #suna headcanons #suna rintaro imagine #haikyuu

[nicolewoo]

The Wrong Locker Room

Pairing: Joe Anaoi X Reader  (Roman Reigns X Reader)

Warning: SMUT SMUT SMUT You’ve been warned.

Money In The Bank was my first Pay Per View on the main roster, and I was stoked! I got to take place in the Women’s Ladder Match, and I felt that I’d made a great showing, especially for my first PPV match.

As soon as I got through the curtain, people started congratulating me. Even HHH! I showered quickly and went to watch the men’s ladder match from the common area. There were more congratulations when I arrived.

I sat down, checking my cell phone. I’d missed a text from Stacey, my best friend from home. She offered her congratulations and said I looked great. I knew she didn’t follow wrestling at all, so when she took the time to watch my match, it meant more to me than she could ever know. I quickly texted her back.

Me: Awwww you’re too sweet. How is everyone at home?

Her: Well, we’re not out chasing our dreams and crushing it like you, but we’re good. I had to smile at her confidence in me. Any chance you’ll be home for July 8th?

Me: I’m not sure. Let me go get my schedule. I headed back to the locker room, texting the whole way. Her son was graduating from high school, and she was inviting me to the picnic after. I was really hoping I could make it but knew I probably couldn’t.

I got to the locker room and walked in, still texting with her. Once inside, I headed toward my suitcase, while I texted her about how things were going on the main brand. You’d be surprised. It’s really more like a family than NXT was, but there’s the expectation that you’ll be amazing. It’s almost too stressful.

Her: Well, from what I just saw, you’re already amazing.

My mind registered that someone was walking out of the shower. You’re biased, I teased.

Something was wrong. I could feel it in my gut. A split second later I realized the person walking out of the shower was much bigger than they should have been. I quickly looked up to find Roman Reigns walking toward his cubby…. He had a white towel on his head that he was using to dry his hair, and nothing else. He was naked, and I gasped silently when I saw him. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him. His chest, his arms, his abs, his hard dick. I knew I should go, but I seemed to be frozen in place.

I should leave. I should just turn around and pretend I never saw this, but I stood trying to memorize every inch of his glorious form. He was tall and tan and covered in water that ran in rivulets down his back, changing their path as they curved around his muscles. He bent down rummaging through his bag, his ass on full display for me. When he stood, I surveyed the muscles in his back, his legs. He was too perfect.

I should leave.

I should leave.

Just turn around and leave.

He’s going to see you, LEAVE!

Sitting on the ledge of his cubby, he finished drying his hair and looked up. “Fuck!” He turned away from me and pulled the towel over that giant, rock hard dick. “What are you doing here, Y/N?” He asked, softer than before.

I became aware that I was standing with my mouth ajar. I must have looked like a deer in headlights. I quickly closed my mouth and tried to get control of myself. “I… uhhhh.” I held up my phone. “I was texting,” I looked around the room. This wasn’t my locker room at all. “I… went in the wrong door.” I tried to explain it.

He stood, wrapping the towel around his waist. “Really? The wrong door? Your locker room is two doors down. That’s a pretty big mistake.” He gave me a smug smile as he took a step toward me.

“I’m sorry,” I FINALLY tore my eyes away from him and looked down at the floor, while fighting the thought that this will probably be the only time I can see him naked, and I shouldn’t waste the chance to memorize his body.

“How long have you been standing there?” he asked as he walked up to me, still smirking at me.

“Uhhhh…. Since you got out of the shower.” I admitted, embarrassed.

He hooked a finger under my chin. “Look at me.” As if I had a choice. He raised my face to meet his, “So you saw everything?” I nodded yes. “You saw my cock?” I tried to look down, but he wouldn’t let me, so I looked to the side trying to get away from his stare. I nodded. He smiled big. “You saw that I was hard?” I nodded again. I wanted to shrink back into nothing-ness, but he wouldn’t let me. “Don’t nod. Tell me.” He insisted.

“Yes…..” I said firmly. “I’m sorry, but yes.”

He released my chin, and I looked down at the floor. I expected him to be mad, but instead, he smiled big. “Did you like what you saw?” He asked as he adjusted the towel around his waist, somehow making his hard cock easier to see through the towel.

I looked up shocked. “I….. What?... I…..” I stammered.

His voice was authoritative now, a tone I’d never heard from him before. “Did you like my cock? Did it make you wet?”

Oh fuck! The new tone of his voice, the tent in the towel…. He was standing so close to me, I swear I could feel the wet heat coming off his skin. “I’m sorry. I’ll just go to the right locker room.” I turned to leave.

“No.” He grabbed my wrist gently, but with enough pressure to stop me. He walked up behind me, pushing his body against mine. His chest was still wet, and his cock pushed into my ass. “Do you want to know why I’m hard?” He whispered into my ear, and his hot breath sent a chill down my spine.

“I…. uh…” I couldn’t think straight. His low voice, his breath on my ear, his wet chest pressed against me, his cock against my ass… It was all too much, and I wanted to…. What did I want? To leave? To stay? I couldn’t figure it out. I couldn’t think!

“I was thinking about you in the shower.” He pressed his cock harder against me, wrapping an arm around my waist. He let his lips press against my neck. I gasped again, unable to say anything. “Ever since I saw you on NXT, you’re all I can think about.” He sucked my neck for a second and my head lolled to the side, allowing him more access. His hands explored my sides and stomach as he pulled me back harder. I moaned. “I can’t stop thinking about your body, your hair, your ass. I want you.” One of his hands roamed up to gently squeeze my breast. I gasped and felt him smile against my skin. “Do you want me?” He flicked his finger over my now hard nipple.

“I….” I tried to clear my head, but the feel of him against me, the smell of his body wash, his fingers twisting my nipple…… “I can’t think…. I….”  

He pulled away from me, causing me to moan in disappointment. “I understand.” He calmly walked around me, stopping inches from my face. “Will this help you think? If I’m not touching you?” Although his words seemed innocent, the sultry look in his eyes was anything but. If I stared at him long enough, I could almost see every touch, kiss and caress he was thinking about.

I tried to still my breathing, “A bit.” I lied.

He stood staring at me. “Good. Now what are you thinking about?” His smirk was proof that he knew exactly what was on my mind.

I took a deep breath to calm myself. “You’ve made an interesting proposition.” Yes, that sounded stronger.

Somehow, he seemed closer than he was a second ago, but he hadn’t moved. How did he still have this much pull on me? “Interesting?” He chuckled. “I was hoping for irresistible, or even tempting.”

I stared at him for a second. “Oh, it’s tempting. Very, very tempting.” He gave me that incredible panty dropping smile.

He placed his hands on my hips, “How about this? If you want me to stop, just say so, and I will.” He pressed against me again and brushed my hair over my shoulder, exposing my neck. He kissed my pulse point so softly I wasn’t really sure he had. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my lips. “Just tell me if you want to stop.”

“I… but…..” He pulled away from the kiss slightly.

“Do you want me?” he reached to his waist and undid his towel, letting it fall to the floor and exposing his erection. “Do you want this?” he pressed his dick against me

I was quickly losing the strength to deny the way I felt. “I do. I just…..” his hands slid down to my ass, gently massaging my cheeks before pulling my body against his harshly.  

“Just…. Scared of what other people will think?” He whispered it in my ear, causing my core to clench. “Nobody has to know.” He kissed me again. “Tomorrow, I’m going to ask you out in front of someone. You’re going to say yes, and then we’ll start dating.” He was certainly sure of himself, but by this point my reservations had died, and I felt like I was under his spell. He was telling me… not asking, and yet he was right. If he did ask me out, I would say yes. I’d say yes to just about anything at this point. “Once we’re dating,” He kissed me before continuing, “everyone will just assume we didn’t sleep together until after we were dating. Your reputation will remain intact.”

His plan made sense. He slid his tongue in my mouth as one of his hands reached under my shirt, slowly inching its way up to my bra, slipping under and pinching my nipple. “Y/N, do you want me to stop?”

He knew I didn’t. He was just toying with me. “No.” I said as I slowly shook my head. “Please. Don’t stop.” With that said, every objection dissolved, and I felt free to do anything I wanted.

He smiled big. “Come here, baby girl.” He pulled me to a couch and sat me down before going to the door to lock it. When he came back to me, he knelt in front of me, pulled my shirt over my head and instantly replaced his hands with his mouth, sucking, nipping and pleasing my nipples. His hands ran tantalizingly slowly up and down my thighs, each stroke closer to my core. I was moaning in pleasure and wriggling in desire. He reached to my pants, hooking his fingers in the waistband and beginning to slowly pull the fabric down. I lifted my hips to help him.

I took a deep breath, “Do you have…”

Before I was even close to finishing the sentence, he was already digging through his suitcase. He returned with a box of condoms. “Yes. I do.” He said, setting them down next to me on the couch. He knelt again in front of me, placing his hands on my knees and spreading them wide as he took a nipple in his mouth. I moaned in pleasure. His hands resumed exploring my thighs, his thumbs getting closer to my core, driving me nuts. “Are you sure?” he asked, looking me in the eye.

I nodded, “Yes. I’m positive.”

He smiled for a quick second before taking my other nipple in his mouth, while his thumb explored the entrance to my core. He was teasing me, brushing against my lower lips as he gently nipped my breast. When I’d adjusted to his thumbs teasing my entrance, I involuntarily bucked my hips up to meet his hand and he smiled.  “Patience, baby girl.” He slowly began kissing down my stomach. Slowly, much too slowly. I needed him, and he was taking his time, leisurely kissing lower and lower. I bucked my hips up to try and meet his mouth, but his hand pressed on my hood, holding me still.

I thought I was going to explode with this raw need inside me, but when he placed a kiss on my clit, I moaned, and he smiled before licking my clit. His tongue circled around my clit twice before settling in to flick over my bead. He was so good at this. I was completely under his control in a couple of minutes as he licked and sucked me. When he slid a finger in my entrance, I felt both relief and more need.

“Joe,” I cried out, not knowing what I was crying for exactly, just knowing I needed relief.

Hearing my cry, he knew he had me on the brink of orgasm, and he started kissing up my stomach, reaching to open the box of condoms. His fingers fumbled with the box as he sucked on a nipple, before devoting his full attention to the box and its contents. Pulling out a condom, he quickly tore the top off and put it on before I could even offer.

Wrapping his large, strong hands around my waist, he pulled me to the end of the couch and lined his penis up with my entrance. He pushed inside me, stretching me slowly to fit. Neither he nor I could contain the sounds that we made. My dainty little whimper was drowned out by his primal grunt. Once he was all the way inside me, he stilled and kissed me passionately. “Are you ok?” he asked.

“Yes. Absolutely yes.” I cried, and he pulled out of me a bit before snapping back into me quickly. I moaned at the feeling of him filling me completely. He pulled back to watch his dick slide in and out of me, and his hand slid up to tease my nipple again. My body gave way, a warm white tingling rushing through me as I exploded around him. He slowed his thrusts and extended the orgasm, a sweet smile on his face.

He kissed me. “Are you ok baby?”

I was spent and completely compliant to him now. I sighed in pleasure and he smiled at me. He bucked his hips, burying himself inside me again.

“Can you cum once more for me?” He asked between kisses. “I want to cum with you this time.”  I nodded as he laid me down on the couch and climbed on top of me. He began pumping into me at a steady pace. It felt amazing, and I never wanted him to stop. After a few more minutes, he slid his hand between us, rubbing my clit as he fucked me. I screamed in joy. “Are you close, baby?” he pressed his forehead to mine. I nodded yes just as I came, my core clamping him tight. “Fuck, baby. Fuck.” He lost control, bucking into me wildly and growling as he came.

When he finally stilled inside me, I couldn’t speak. He reached up to brush some hair out of my face. We laid together kissing, caressing and catching our breath.

“Joe?” My voice was scratchy.

“Yeah, baby?” he said softly.

“Did you mean it? About asking me out or did you just say that to get in my pants?” I was scared to hear the answer, but if he was going to break my heart, it was better to get it done quickly.

He looked deep in my eyes as he said, “Of course I meant it. I want you to be my girl.” There was a hint of fear in his voice. “Do you want that too?”

I smiled broad, “Yes. Of course, I do.”

@lclb13​ @snowtroopergirl​

#roman reigns #roman reigns x reader #joe anaoi

[fatefulfaerie]

Hhh for the requests maybe Link and Zelda babysitting for someone (but really they’re just in love lol) please don’t feel obligated to actually do it if you don’t have inspiration! Your writing is lovely.

On The Spot

Zelda watched as Link inspected an apple carefully, spinning it around in his hand before replacing it with another in the bushel. Zelda didn’t see any difference between the two, but apparently this one was more suitable, Link placing it in the basket she held.

“How do you know so much about this sort of stuff?” Zelda asked as Link moved on to a gathering of Tabantha Wheat, Zelda following.

Link shrugged.

“You just figure it out,” he said as he grabbed a bunching of wheat near the back and put it in the basket. “What’s good and...maybe not so good.”

“Is that all we need?” Zelda asked as Link started to walk to the rupier, but with a woman already before it, they readily stood behind her, making a line.

“The basket is pretty full already,” Link said with an encroaching smile. “I don’t think we could fit anymore.”

“I know,” Zelda said in reply. “I’m just making sure we don’t forget anything. Remember the incident with the apple pie? You ended up not making it because we forgot the butter and then you were cranky all night.”

“I was not cranky.”

“Sure.”

Link chuckled with a slight bow of his head, the two entering a comfortable silence.

Their eyes soon focused on the woman before them, for some reason pulling rupees out of her pocket and trying to count them with only one hand. It was obvious she was struggling.

After a sigh of frustration, she looked behind her, turning around completely to reveal a small baby secure in her right arm.

“Excuse me,” she said, spotting Link. “Would you mind holding him?”

“N-no,” Link said, the woman already handing over the baby and Link taking it carefully. “It’s no problem.”

Zelda was smiling, clearly amused by Link’s overwhelmed expression as the woman returned to the rupier.

“Relax, Link,” Zelda said with a chuckle, placing a hand on his shoulder to peer at the infant. “It’s just a baby.”

The infant opened its eyes, brown and wide, curious as to his new holder, but not crying at all. A small arm that emerged from the tightly wrapped blanket had fingers that looked like they were trying to figure out how to reach.

“He likes you,” Zelda said tipping her head against Link’s shoulder in adoration of the baby’s cuteness.

“How do you know it’s a boy?” Link asked.

“Because you were told not five seconds ago that it was,” Zelda prompted as a single finger of hers brushed the tiny, soft cheek.

“I guess it all happened so fast, I didn’t notice.”

Their voices were both soft and gentle and their gazes didn’t leave the infant. Zelda’s finger moved down to the tiny hand, which reached out and grabbed it, with the tiniest fingers she had ever seen.

Zelda gave a slight chuckle as her smile grew.

“I think he likes you, too,” Link said as his gaze shifted, admiring Zelda’s smile with a deep love in his eyes. It wasn’t long before Zelda looked up at him, her head still on his shoulder. Her green eyes sunk and her heart melted at how much she loved him.

“What a beautiful family,” a man said, a stranger who had walked into the shop and started to browse without them noticing.

Zelda separated from Link immediately, only then realizing how close they were, that her hand and her head were resting on his shoulder and that when he looked down, their hearts soaring with feeling at the sight of each other, her eyes were on his lips.

But she was separated from him now, face red and hot at the insinuation as her breaths tried to find various words starting with the letters “H” and “W”.

“He...H-He…”

“We…” Link managed, pointing between him and Zelda, wearing a nervous smile. “We’re not…”

“This isn’t,” Zelda said as she did the same. The man raised an eyebrow. “We…”

Every other word she had ever learned had flown from her brain.

“I’m j-just holding this baby for that…that woman,” Link said as he pointed, before lowering his arm and gesturing his head to Zelda. “We...we’re...we’re just…”

Link and Zelda looked at each other. “Friends” was the next word but neither of them said it as their lips moved. They looked back at the man.

“Not,” was the only word Link managed. Zelda’s face was still completely red at the thought that someone mistook her and Link for people who were not only dating, but married with a kid, who had done that together…

Zelda stopped her train of thought there.

“I get it,” the man said with a knowing tone of voice. “Not yet. Sorry for the mistake.”

Link inhaled to correct the man for the word “yet”, but he was already walking off and the mother was walking towards Link. She either didn’t notice what had just taken place or took no care to it.

“Sorry about that,” she said, Link carefully placing the baby back in her arms. “I just needed a free hand. With my husband gone, it’s been a lot managing him on my own.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Zelda said, her eyes flickering with sadness. Losing Link to death permanently was something she couldn’t fathom, even after coming so close that a hundred years ago.

Did she seriously just think of Link at the word “husband”?

The woman shook her head.

“He passed peacefully,” she said. “Months before the baby came. I miss him terribly, but he is still with me in my heart. I’m sure you understand.”

The woman was implying that they understood because of their own love, but Zelda did understand even if that love was still up in the air and unconfirmed. The champions, her father, they were all with her in her heart every passing day.

Zelda nodded.

“Yes,” she said. “Yes I do.”

“You two live in that house on the other side of the bridge, right?” the woman asked.

“Yeah,” Link replied in affirmation.

“Then I’ll be sure to bake you something,” she said. “As a thank you for helping me.”

“That’s really not necessary,” Link said. “It was no trouble. We don’t want to put you out.”

“Nonsense,” the woman said. “My sister is coming up from Lurelin tomorrow and that will be plenty help with the baby. It’s the least I can do to thank you.”

“Then I suppose we have no choice but to accept,” Zelda said.

“Fantastic!” the woman said before starting to leave the store. “Have a nice day, you two!”

“And you as well!” Zelda said back at her before turning to Link.

“People here are so nice,” she said as they walked to the rupier, Zelda placing the basket on the counter before the vendor started sorting through the items. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it. Everything at the castle was always so formal, and then castle town was so busy that people would always just get to the point and avoid pleasantries.”

“You’re in a different town, not to mention a different Hyrule,” Link said. “People can be quite kind when given the chance, when things aren’t always so rushed.”

“I suppose,” Zelda said.

“One hundred thirty-seven rupees,” the rupier said, Link shelling out a silver, three yellow, a blue, and two green gems with the tip of his tongue on his lips. The rupier recounted the rupees before waving them goodbye with a “You’re all good, enjoy!” Link and Zelda leaving the store.

They walked to their Hateno home thinking upon the awkward moment they were mistaken as a couple, it had even occurred twice. They both worried their longing glances towards each other were becoming more noticeable and wondered for the millionth time if the other felt the same unrelenting love.

Zelda had the instinct first as they approached the bridge, switching the basket to hang off her other arm before she took Link’s hand. It was a simple clasp, hands hooked and not interlocked. Link hadn’t pulled away either, although Zelda was too scared to look in his direction.

Soon, about halfway across the bridge, she felt his hand shift, as if about to pull away. Her heart sank before his fingers instead insisted upon latching between each and every one of hers.

Zelda smiled and they both adorned a great blush.

[undercooked-ravioloni]

— milestone special || hoodie x reader

hi bbies <3

i promised you a little fic using the “100 smut dialogue prompts” list, so here we are. i hope i did a good job delivering jdewhd enjoy

@creepy-bi-day, @freaky-farfalle, @the-acolytes-collection, @fekst-fucker @the-not-so-wise-sage [sorry if you didn’t wanna be tagged hhh]

prompt 1: "Are you sure that's what you want? I could really hurt you." 

prompt 2: "You don't have to be gentle with me, I don't break easily." 

[warning] hoodie, long-ass essay fic, sum badly-written action ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

The whole way to the checkpoint, you could feel Hoodie’s eyes on you as he filled in your steps in the muddy terrain. A few times, you swayed your hips teasingly, turning your head ever-so-slightly so to spare him  a view of the slightest of smirks on your lips before turning to face Toby’s back again. You’d occasionally feel Hoodie reply to your teasing with the ghost of a touch travelling up your arm which made you all the more eager to get payback.

The four of you - three proxies and yourself - single filed past the dense treeline until Masky came to a stop at a small clearing. He dropped the bag onto the ground. Toby eagerly began to unzip it and pass out the equipment: masks, guns and ammo. You weighed your weapon in your hands before glancing at your boyfriend. His eyes went up to meet yours as he took his gun from Toby. He pulled his mask over his face, a few strands of hair sticking out in odd angles from under his hood. You grinned, walking over to him. As your hand travelled up to fix up his hair, he leaned in.

“You better tell me you’ll have more protection on when we actually give this a go.”

“Oh come on. If you guys don’t wear any then I won’t either. I’m no coward. Plus, it’s only fair.” You mumbled back. Hoodie put a hand on your waist, thumb gently rubbing circles on the fabric of your jacket.

“Are you sure that’s what you want? We could really hurt you.”

Your palm came into contact with his forehead, giving it a small shove in annoyance. His head tilted back and you could hear him huff through his nose. 

“You don't have to be so gentle with me, I don't break easily,” You said, rolling your eyes. He eyed you and leaned in to press his forehead against yours.

“Mm, careful what you wish for, baby.”

“This baby’s tougher than you think,” You grinned. “Trust me. I got this. And if I get hurt, you get to carry me, you lucky boyfriend, you.” 

He smiled slightly at your words. 

“Then this is permission to go all out on you? I won’t hold back.” 

His warning only made your grin widen.  

“I’d want it no other way~”

You leaned in to kiss him, hand slowly trailing down his chest but you got interrupted by Masky clearing his throat loudly. You both turned your head to the man in the tan jacket who stood there, with arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently.

“If you two are done grossing us out, we’d like to get started.”

You patted Hoodie’s chest and pulled away, pushing your own mask down over your face.

“Yes Masky sir!”

The proxy groaned in response and gestured for everyone to get closer. Holding out his arm, he pointed at the watch on his wrist.

“You’ll get 30 seconds of a head start. When this time’s up, it’s free-for-all, no mercy. No breaks until you’re dead. Got it?” Hoodie, Toby and you nodded in union. “Good. Now, ready, set, go.”

The small group burst into four separate pieces as each person ran back towards the treeline. From the corner of your eye, you watched your boyfriend and the direction he took, making a mental note of it for further down the line.

As you hopped over roots and small bushes, you tried to think of a strategy but the blood rushing through your head, fully charged with adrenaline, made it a bit difficult. Your fingers clenched and unclenched around your weapon in excitement and fright. 

You finally opted to perch out on a tree, waiting for prey to come stumbling your way. The foliage provided enough cover and it had enough branches for you to make your way up its trunk without much trouble. 

You remained there, gazing over the narrow trail in hopes of catching a glimpse of one of the boys, preferably one in an orange hoodie. You stayed and stayed and then stayed some more, but after what felt like several painful hours later, you decided that maybe it’d be better to try your luck at a more active approach. You tossed your gun onto a patch of grass and quietly climbed down, feet hitting the ground almost soundlessly. A small, proud smile on your lips, you picked up your weapon and started to make your way back towards the clearing. Surely, you had outlasted at least one person. With some luck, the other three had turned on each other. 

You crept through the shadows, eyes darting around for any sign of life besides yourself.

By the time you spotted a flash of Masky’s jacket somewhere to your left, it was too late. His shot smacked against a thin branch right next to you, snapping it off clean with the sheer force. 

A loud curse rang out before you could stop it and then you were darting, suddenly very aware and terrified of the threat behind you. Seems that between fight or flight, you choose flight. You dodged any obstacles in your way while trying to keep an eye on the enemy that seemed to be closing in on you. You recognized the scenery changing as you got closer to the starting point and between the death wish that was the openness of that terrain and the uncertainty of the woods to your right, you chose to take a sharp turn towards the latter. Now you just had to pray Hoodie wasn’t where he had initially gone off to. 

You slowly began to notice that you were putting quite a bit of distance between yourself and Masky, but you didn’t dare stop. A moving target was probably harder to hit anyway so you said your screw-you’s to your stamina and a logical way of approaching the game and decided to keep on with your run. You risked a look over your shoulder and realized the masked man had disappeared. A rustle from the front caught your attention however and another apparition, this time in the form of your boyfriend, stood merely a few feet away from you. He aimed his gun and pulled the trigger.

The shock of the paintball sent you crashing into the ground, your hands flying to your masked face as you hollered. You rolled onto your side, spitting out that god-awful mix and slurring out curse words. You then got to removing your mask, dragging out your groan of pain. Your face felt like it was on fire. The pressure of the shot had etched the mask into your skin with deep red lines, outlined with the dark blue of the paint. You couldn’t even touch it so you rolled side to side on your back and thrashed your legs while your hands hovered over your closed eyes helplessly. 

“I hate you!” You shrieked out as your brain started to process the background noises to your suffering - your boyfriend and his friends’ laughter.

“Says th-the first one out.” Toby commented smugly.  

“Don’t hate the player, hate the game.” Masky chimed in and you could see, in your mind’s eye, the high-five he exchanged with Hoodie.

“You said I had permission to go all out,” Hoodie defended. “No mercy, remember?”

“Shooting me in the damned face from less than ten feet away was not part of that!” You let out another drawn out yell, both from frustration and the soul-sucking burning of your face. Hoodie kneeled next to you, slowly taking one of your hands and you squeezed back as hard as you possibly could in cold-blooded revenge. He huffed softly, a small smile on his lips and he poked the tip of your nose. You swatted his hand away with a frown on your features. 

“I’m sorry,” He said softly. “I guess that was a pretty low blow.”

“You think!?”

“Alright, alright,” He gripped your shoulder as he helped you sit up carefully. “You can get me back for that.”

Hand still in his, you tugged on his arm and proceeded to very gently wipe your face on his sleeve. You could hear him inhale, wanting to protest, but he decided to shut his mouth and let you do as you pleased. When you finished, your face was still smeared in blue, but at least it was now on his hoodie too. He tugged slightly at your hand to get you to stand up.

“Oh no,” You pulled back harder. “You’re not getting away so easy.”

Abruptly pulling him to you, you leaned up and pressed your lips against his for the span of a few seconds until he pulled away. You opened your eyes to find him spitting and wiping his mouth.

“You taste filthy.” His face distorted in disgust.

“Thanks to my suck-ass boyfriend.” You commented as you punched his shoulder. He chuckled meekly as he leaned in and started to wipe away the paint from your face with his clean sleeve with all the care he could muster.

“Yeah, well, he’ll carry you home,” He smiled apologetically. “Maybe that’ll help you forgive him just a little bit?”

“Maybe.” You replied vaguely. You tried to offer him a small smile, but quickly stopped when you felt a twinge. 

“I’ll make it up to you [Name], promise.”

“Oh Christ. Come on Rogers, they’re at it again.”

You let out a muffled laugh as you got up with Hoodie’s help. He grabbed your weapon off the ground, clicked the safety into place and intertwined his fingers with yours. He started to follow his two colleagues, but not before you jumped on his back and clenched to him.

#yeah no #i don't have a title #also i have never played paintball #oops #this is probably not that good i apologize hh #milestone special #creepypasta #hoodie #hoodie x reader #creepypasta x reader #proxies #x reader #undercooked ravioloni

[falseroar]

Dog Days Part 3: Slow Recovery

((Jameson and Marvin are relieved when their friend finally wakes up, but it’s clear Y/N still has a lot of recovering left to do, and not just physically.

Link to Part 2, and to the series as a whole here.))

When the wolf woke, Jameson felt the paw shift slightly beneath his hand, the brief tension before they relaxed again. He looked at the barely opened silver eyes and tried to snap his fingers to get the attention of the man seated in the other chair in the exam room before resorting to kicking him in the shin.

“Hhh-I’m awake,” Marvin muttered as he straightened up, his voice husky with sleep. “What is it, JJ?”

At Jameson’s gesture, the magician was quickly up and standing next to him beside the wolf that nearly covered the entire padded exam table.

“Y/N?” Marvin asked, only to be answered by a weak whine from the wolf. “Shh, it’s okay. It’s me, it’s Marvin, and Jameson, we—”

He hesitated and looked at Jameson, who only stared down at the wolf with sadness everywhere from his eyes to the droop of his shoulders as he gently rubbed the wolf’s bandaged paw.

“You’re going to be okay,” Marvin tried again. “This clinic belongs to Dr. Schneeplestein, we wrote about him to you, remember? He’s the one who—he took the bullet out of your…”

Marvin trailed off. It had been hard enough, standing there in the operating room and using his magic to keep you asleep while the doctor worked. Even the doctor wasn’t sure if anesthetic would have any effect on a werewolf, and he seemed just as surprised as Marvin when he retrieved the misshapen bullet from your chest, only for the wound to immediately close and leave nothing but a scar behind.

He still remembered the clink of metal as the doctor dropped the bullet on the tray beside him before his eyes met Marvin’s, the doctor’s voice muffled behind his mask as he said only one word.

“Silver.”

As if he heard his name, or probably because he had heard it, there was a knock at the door before the click of the lock and Schneeplestein poked his head into the room.

“The patient is awake, yes? May I come in?”

He started to walk in without waiting for an answer, only to pause when the wolf on the table sat up so quickly that Jameson startled back while Marvin quickly reached for the line leading to the wolf’s other leg.

“Careful, Y/N, your IV!”

“Ah.” The doctor nodded as if he had been expecting this and carefully closed the door behind him before he said, “Perhaps I should address zhe elephant in zhe air first.”

Jameson and Marvin paused at that before Jameson signed, “I think you mean ‘elephant in the room.’”

“Close enough,” Schneeplestein said, dismissing the matter with a wave of his hand. “Please allow me to introduce myself, Y/N. I am Dr. Henrik von Schneeplestein, a very good doctor if I say so myself, who also happens to be a vampire. You have my vord that I have no intention of hurting anyone in zhis room.”

The wolf on the table stared in the doctor’s direction with those silver eyes, ears twitching as though gauging the reactions of the other two men before they eased back into lying down.

“Ah, very good,” Schneeplestein said, and the wolf’s ear twitched again when the doctor let go of the breath he had been holding in, the tension easing out of his shoulders. “It is a pleasure to meet zhe Y/N Marvin and JJ speak so highly of.”

He stepped as close to the table as he dared and held out his hand, quietly noting how long it took for the wolf to react before they awkwardly raised a paw and moved it in his general direction if nowhere actually near his hand. He caught the paw and gave it a gentle shake before letting go and asking, “May I take a closer look at zhe patient?”

There was another, different kind of pause before the wolf’s head dipped once in a nod, and the doctor’s face lit into a smile.

“Fantastic! First I am checking zhe chest area from zhe surgery,” he said, gently raising the wolf’s leg as he spoke so that he could get a clear look at their chest, where only a white, livid scar in the shaved area marked where the wound had been only hours beforehand. “And now I will check again for any broken bones or other issues, okay? Let me know if zhere is any pain, preferably without any biting zhe doctor.”

He meant it as a joke, but the second he placed his hands on either side of the wolf’s head and began moving down their spine the wolf’s lips rolled back to reveal a set of very healthy teeth. Knowing that the wolf was trying very hard to restrain their reaction somehow did not make the examination any easier, but the doctor continued to gently check the area. There was no sign of anything out of line until he pushed back the tangled mess of fur and saw the skin underneath.

He hissed to himself and began to check the rest of the wolf’s back and chest. He had noticed the inflammation during the surgery, but had assumed at the time that it was just around the wound. Now he could see that it was so widespread that it seemed to cover the wolf from head to tail.

“Like burns,” he murmured to himself. “Zhere must be something to help with zhat, but it will be difficult with all zhis fur.”

“Would it help if they changed back?” Jameson signed before looking at the wolf. “Don’t you think it would be more comfortable, Y/N?”

“Jameson,” Dr. Schneeplestein said, as gently as he could.

“Or are you afraid it will hurt? Maybe if the doc can take out the IV first—”

“Zhey cannot see you, Jameson,” Dr. Schneeplestein interrupted. He drew a penlight from his pocket and shined it in the wolf’s eyes without any reaction from them, confirming his suspicions. The light illuminated the cloud of silver that completely covered their eyes, hiding any sign of movement or recognition underneath. “Another side effect from long exposure to zhe silver mirror, I think.”

Silence greeted his words, and Jameson’s hands dropped mid sign as he looked from the doctor to the wolf in disbelief.

“It’s not permanent, is it?” Marvin asked, and the wolf’s ears fell.

“It is too soon to tell,” Schneeplestein answered with a sigh. “We can hope, yes, but I do not know for certain.”

“I mean, their chest healed as soon as the bullet was out, so why can’t…” Marvin reached under his mask to rub at his own eyes. “Maybe we missed something? Jameson is right, Y/N if you could just change back it would make this so much easier.”

The wolf did not respond, and when Jameson reached for their paw again they pulled away, shifting until their back was against the wall, their body curled in on itself except for the leg with the IV attached which remained sticking out.

Jameson and Marvin shared a glance, and Marvin gave a tentative “Y/N?”

The wolf just closed their eyes, and when Marvin started to try again Dr. Schneeplestein cleared his throat and said, “Perhaps ve could speak outside? Y/N is still needing rest, after all.”

Outside the room, in the short hallway that connected the three examination rooms to the front of the small clinic, a young man slouched in a chair looked up from his phone and sat up at the sight of the other two.

Before he could ask about the patient, JJ’s hands moved quickly, signing so fast that it was all the other three could do to keep up.

“What’s wrong? Can they not change back? Maybe whatever fiend locked them away in that mirror performed some kind of magic—”

“I think I would have sensed it, as long as I’ve been with them,” Marvin interrupted. “But if there’s a physical reason…”

He looked meaningfully at the doctor, who could only shrug. “I cannot rule it out. Zhey have been through so much, yes, but perhaps zhat is all zhe more reason not to change back?”

He waited, and when the other three still seemed confused, Schneeplestein said, “What would you do, if zhey changed back now?”

Jameson mimed a hug, but Marvin’s immediate answer was, “Find out who did this to them.”

His tone did more to suggest what would happen once he got a name, and the young man with the phone looked from the magician to the other two with visible unease before he said, “That’s what the doctor means, right?”

“What?” Marvin asked, realizing too late that came out harsher than he meant it to. “What’s wrong with that?”

“Well, I just know that when I’d been through some…bad stuff, the last thing I wanted to do was immediately relive it by telling someone, you know?” He rubbed the back of his neck, his red-rimmed eyes meeting Marvin’s before quickly looking away.

Schneeplestein nodded. “Exactly, Chase. I can do what I can, but Y/N is needing time, and understanding, not question, question, question.”

Marvin clenched his fists but nodded to show he understood, while Jameson ran his hand up and down his arm before signing, “I should go back in there. I don’t want to leave them alone, again.”

“Yeah, I’ll—" Marvin cut himself off with a jaw-cracking yawn and the doctor shook his head.

“You both should be going home and getting some sleep. It is too late in zhe morning for me to leave, so I will be staying here anyways.”

“No offense, Doc, but it’s not the same,” Jameson signed. “Y/N will feel better with someone they know around!”

“Somehow, I still feel offended,” Schneeplestein muttered, but he added a smile to show that he was joking. “JJ, zhey vill be fine, but zhere is zhe cot in zhe supply closet if you insist on staying. But Marvin, you have used up so much magic, you need real sleep.”

“We can trade off staying with them,” Marvin suggested, if only because his swimming head combined with the way every little noise felt like an attack on his senses to leave him little will to argue. “Chase, you coming?”

“I actually just told Schneep I’d swing by the store for him and pick up a few things once they open,” Chase answered before looking down at his phone. “I can text Jackie, he’ll probably want to walk you home.”

“Pass,” Marvin muttered under his breath, but the younger man didn’t seem to notice. “Jameson, Henrik, you two let me know immediately if anything happens.”

“Will do,” Jameson signed while the doctor nodded with a gesture to shoo the magician on his way out.

Chase waved and followed Marvin out the hallway’s door to the empty waiting room of the closed clinic, and both had barely stepped outside and locked the door behind them before a man in a red hoodie stepped up to them, seemingly coming out of nowhere.

“Don’t do that,” Marvin said, too tired to jump despite Jackie’s sudden arrival.

“No one’s around,” Jackie answered, gesturing at the empty street. Dawn wasn’t that long ago, and even the early morning joggers hadn’t strayed this way yet. “Chase said your friend woke up. Have they told you what happened?”

“No,” Marvin said, immediately regretting the decision to shake his head. “We won’t know anything until they’re ready to change back and talk to us.”

“Hm.”

Marvin’s eyes snapped up to meet Jackie’s. “What?”

Jackie seemed to consider playing it off before going straight for honesty. “I told you, something about all of this feels off.”

Chase looked from the magician to his friend before asking, “What do you mean?”

“These guys have been looking for their friend for years, and suddenly Marvin just ‘senses’ them out of nowhere? Marvin, you told me yourself you’d been to that house before, multiple times, but there was no sign of anything except…the thing that used to be there. Why would they show up now?”

“We went over this last night,” Marvin said, his jaw tense as he tried to keep what few shreds of his patience was left, “There are a hundred reasons why. Maybe my magic got stronger, maybe that particular entity has grown weaker, maybe Y/N had enough strength to try and reach out through the mirror for help, or maybe, just maybe, I just screwed up before. Maybe I just missed something so incredibly obvious that it took this long for me to notice, okay?”

Jackie seemed visibly surprised when the magician’s shoulders sank and he was quick to say, “I didn’t mean—Marvin, you know that’s not what I meant, I just—”

Marvin cut him off with a raised hand, his other reaching up underneath his mask to rub at his eyes again. “Look, I just need to go home and get some sleep, okay?”

“I’ll go with you,” Jackie said, possibly more than a little eager to make up for what just happened.

“Don’t worry, I don’t need a bodyguard,” Marvin said, his words slurring together now. “Keep an eye on Chase or JJ or…whatever, I don’t care.”

He was already walking away, and Jackie looked helplessly from him to Chase.

Chase rolled his eyes and said, “If you want to keep an eye on him, do it. The rest of us can take care of ourselves for a little while.”

“Call or text if you need anything,” Jackie said, hesitating briefly before he added, “And just…keep an eye on the wolf, okay? Something about all of this just feels off.”

“…Yeah, I will.”

Chase and Jackie shared a look before Jackie went jogging after the magician to catch up with him before he could jaywalk across the street.

For a moment, just a moment, Chase felt the cold chill of being watched. He made a show of looking down at his phone, while underneath the brim of his hat he scanned the street, but there was no one else to be seen except for the pair lightly squabbling as they walked away.

The feeling passed and he tried to shake it off, but he double checked that the front door to Schneeplestein’s clinic was locked before he walked away, glancing over his shoulder as he did so.

With as much care as he took, Chase still missed the shadow on the other side of the street that was there one second and gone the next.

((Thanks for reading part 3! I actually titled this part after writing the rest of this note, but: I guess if it isn’t clear already, the District Attorney is going to be recovering from a lot in this story. The physical issues at least are temporary, but they’re not going to have a full bounce back after coming out of the mirror. That’s why the first few parts with them are going to be on the slower side, but they are building up to something, I promise.

Link to Part 4: Information Exchange.

Tagging: @silver-owl413 @skyewardlight @withjust-a-bite @blackaquokat @catgirlwarrior @neverisadork @luna1350 @oh-so-creepy @weirdfoxalley @95fangirl @lilalovesinternet-l @thepoolofthedead @a-bit-dapper @randomartdudette @geekymushroom @cactipresident @hotcocoachia @purple-anxiety-blog @shyinspiredartist @avispate @missksketch ))

#markiplier #jacksepticeye #fanfiction #werewolf au #monster hunter au #wkm au #wkm district attorney #jameson jackson #marvin the magnificent #dr schneeplestein #chase brody #jackieboy man

[creaturedom]

Dinner Rush

Listen, listen, I’ve had these OCs and this idea in my head for a while, now y’all gotta deal with them. Forgive me for the length I just got real excited about it 🧡

————————————————————-

It was a warm evening, the streets packed with cars glistening under street lamps and people wandering about with friends, all with wide eyes and rolling laughter. Now that summer had rolled along this beach town was filled with tourists, all eager to get away from their mundane cities and live life to the fullest. Which, in Beto’s case, meant it was a full house at the restaurant.

Beto was a slender man with short, curly brown hair with some lighter brown highlights to it, while along his jawline he kept a nicely maintained scruff of hair against tanned skin. His eyes were a darker brown, but they seemed to have a certain glint of color whenever exposed to the light. He was never one to openly complain or make a fuss out of things, and overall most liked him for his calm demeanor and almost lazy smile. Always quick to fulfill everyone’s needs and eager to ensure things went smoothly, lest his manager Valencia catch wind of a table meltdown or employee scuffle. Normally he would have been left to greet customers and show them to their tables, but he found himself blinking in surprise as Valencia shoo’d him from the front counter.

“Gina just jumped ship, I need you to serve up top tonight.”

“What..?” He put aside the menus he was holding, but before he could ask more the manager waved her hands dismissively.

“Bitch said something about her gerbil, ran off crying like usual, don’t have time to be pissed about it! Can I count on you? Please, I can’t afford to lose anyone else tonight.” He scanned the worried look on the woman’s face and gave his usual lazy smile, rolling up his sleeves as he spoke.

“I won’t let you down, Val.” This calmed her down enough to smile at least before she shoved a notebook and pen into his hands and shoo’d him along. “Keep service quick, we’ve already got a big party seated up there so good luck!” And with that he gave her a polite wave and made his way upstairs.

Much to his delight, the top floor was already brightly lit by the hanging lights around the parameter. Each season the restaurant took great strides in giving the rooftop a different theme, complete with heaters in case it got too cold, and nice decor to give things a splash of color. This season, he found himself staring in awe at large flower arrangements, filled with things like Chrysanthemums and Sweet Peas, as well as others that he couldn’t recall seeing before. Their petals shook with a gentle breeze, and he found himself closing his eyes with a soft sniff to take in the aroma around him. Simply gorgeous... But, he had a job to do, and he could already see the large table waving him down. With a smile he strode over, the smell of the flowers hitting him much better now that he was closer.

“Buenas noches, and welcome to La Fuente! I’ll be your server tonight, you can call me Beto. Is there anything I can get you guys started with..?” He looked over the eager faces with his usual smile and began writing down each drink order. As he listened though he found himself sniffling lightly, a curious tickle appearing in his nose. He wiggled it a bit in hopes it would pass, but it was steadily becoming a prickle, and a distracting one at that. “Ah, pardon, what was that..?” He asked with a scrubbing of his nose.

“Are the sangrias any good?” He glanced over to a man sitting at the end of the table, short red hair cropped and styled into a neat fohawk and thick eyebrows raised slightly to punctuate the question. He couldn’t help but notice the deep blue in his eyes and the more square jaw, he was quite handsome. Beto smiled back despite another sniffle and nodded “Y—Yes, the kitchen just got a new wine and it’s to die for, fresh pears, some grapes, crih... Crisp...” With no more warning than a finger raised he hid his face behind the long notebook and dipped back with a loud “ghhTSHhh!”

Quick to recover he popped back up with a soft laugh and smile, waving the notebook in front of his face “‘Scuse me! Crisp pink lady apples, I just saw them come in today.” The man seemed to be interested, but he lingered a moment before nodding and popping up the menu again.

“Yeah, sounds good, I’ll take that. And bless...” Beto beamed at this and dipped his head respectfully “Thank you, and I’m sure you’re gonna love it! Now, anyone decide on appetizers, or entrees? We have a few new specials..” Beto swung himself back into the usual routine pretty cleanly in his opinion, but the tickle wasn’t going away just yet. He would start listing off some ingredients or answering a question and in between his breath would start hitching lightly while a glazed look in his eye set in. Worst still he couldn’t help feeling self conscious, a couple of them were exchanging looks, but none were really staring like the man across the table. Not that he could blame him, but he couldn’t really control it, and eventually he dipped behind a menu like he’d done before “H-Hih-! Gtschhhh! Hih’ktsschxx! Hihh..... S-So sorrhITSCHHH!” A few people at the table winced sympathetically and offered a few blessings, but he didn’t have the heart to look them in the eye. An embarrassed blush was appearing on his cheeks, but for the life of him he couldn’t figure out what was overwhelming him. “I-I’ll get right on this, I’m so sorry.”

He rushed downstairs and placed the ticket on the counter, scrambling into the kitchen despite some confused squawking from coworkers. He ripped a few paper towels off and rushed into a corner near the oven, body shuttering with a sharp gasp as he buried his face deep into the rough material “Huh’Resshh! Hah—Esshhh- kshh!”

“Hey, hey, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” The sous-chef grabbed him by the collar to tell him off, but his face only buried deeper into the paper towels, tears starting to spill from now red rimmed eyes “Huh’tschhhh! Hah-! Esshhhh! Heh’tschhhh!”

Some of the line chefs paused to check out the display before them, all murmuring something about what was going on and some questioning if he was alright. But the man holding him was scowling, and called overhead “Val, get his ass out of the kitchen!”

“What?” The manager stormed in just in time to see two more sneezes rip through Beto, wincing a bit when he finally raised his face enough to show how flushed it was “What the fuck- did you come to work sick? What’s wrong with you, you said you could handle things!”

His mouth gapped, but he lost this battle before it could even begin “I-I—I’b dot—gUH’TSCHHhhh!!” Just barely he shoved his face into the paper towels, and the sous-chef was quick to shove the waiter in her direction. Valencia was less than pleased, but she at least took him by the shoulders and guided him to the employee restroom, shouting over his sneezing to get back to work.

Once inside she waited for him to let out one more sneeze before taking his face in her hands, feeling against his cheeks, forehead, and neck “Okay, no fever, not clammy yet... Your eyes are looking a little puffy though, ugh. Why the fuck didn’t you call in sick?” In all honesty, it broke his heart she would even ask that. He had felt just fine beforehand, she saw he was fine! Holding up a finger to pause this conversation he looked away to blow his nose, wincing as the paper scraped against the sides of his reddened nostrils and a pressure built under his eyes.

“M’not sick,” he insisted “I was doing fine and then all of a s-suhhh... Sudden my nose started to t-tihhih— tickle...”

“Then are you getting sick, do I need to send you home?” Her words were sharp, but there was a clear worry in her eyes as she looked over him. These two had been working together for years, she knew this wasn’t like him “What set you off?”

“I... I don’t know...” Beto admitted, deflating with a light sniffle “Please, whatever it is, don’t send me home yet. I can finish at least a c—couple-” he raised the paper towels once more, but when nothing came he let out a shaken sigh “Just a few more tables... Please, it’s packed tonight. I can’t strand you with this.”

He could see it on her face. A genuine flash of worry, anger, and consideration. So much was going through Valencia’s mind, and the most he could do was look to her pleadingly. When she finally spoke again it was with a heavy sigh and a pointed finger pressed against his chest “You get a few more tables. I’ll help out up top where I can, but if you can’t get this under control I’m sending you straight home. If for a second you feel about ready to drop, you tell me and head right home. Understood?”

His face managed to light up, and with a nod in agreement to her, she merely patted his shoulder and walked out. Alright, if he was gonna stay, he needed to get cleaned up first.

————————————————————-

At first things were looking up. After a quick wash of his face and another nose blow he was back to serve his previous tables and greet new customers. At the table where it all began, a few of the guests asked if he was feeling alright, to which he assured it was only a mild tickle and apologized. But, there was two things he couldn’t shake.

The first was a low buzzing sensation in the back of his sinuses. He managed to get it together in the bathroom and even stave off the tickle, but the longer he was up here the more he was feeling it build. And the other, was the gaze of the blue eyed guest. Every now and again while serving drinks and bringing food they would happen to catch a glimpse of one another, always when Beto least expected it.

When he rubbed his nose, when he was sniffling under the cover of chatter, there was the man’s eyes again. They didn’t feel judgemental by any means, but there was something there as they would both glance away rather quickly. What a mess he must have looked...

“Excuse me, sir?” Beto’s attention snapped back to said table and, much to his dread, it was the blue eyed man again. Beto’s cheeks carried a light blush as it caught him off guard, but he quickly shook it off to be near him with the usual lazy smile.

“Yes, is there anything I can do for you?”

“Maybe, but um, seems a little silly.” The waiter tilted his head at this but merely grinned, internally cursing as he felt the tickle slowly build further “N... Nonsense sir, your comfort is our priority. Another drink maybe, some sides..?”

“No, no, I.. I was curious about these.” The pale man reached over to one of the smaller flower arrangements on the table, holding it up to the other “Any idea what these are called?”

“Oh! They’re quite beautiful, aren’t they? Let’s see, ah... Chrysanthemums, a little Sweet Pea, which I always think would look like actual peas, but they’re just pretty flowers?” Beto chuckled at this and pointed to a few others “For sure sunflowhh... S-Sunflowers, but I don’t...” Oh no, not again. He tried to sniff sharply, but the fragrance of the flowers only seemed to make it worse. The customer, on the other hand, filled in the blank.

“Yeah, I’m trying to figure out these ones,” he pointed to a few more vibrant flowers, a deep burgandy and orange “At first I thought they were Zinnias, but the way the petals fall they’re so much closer... They’re all over the place, but I can’t say I’ve seen them before.” As he man looked back to his waiter he blinked calmly, watching as Beto hid the lower half of his face behind his notebook and watery eyes screwed shut.

“Th—They’re gorgeous, but I c-can’t... Can’t-!” With a sharp gasp he bent to the side, trying desperately to stifle “HIH’TXxxx! G’htsxx! H-Hih... Hah-! Huuh’tschhhh!” He tried to look back to the man to apologize, but the oberwhelming smell and sharp tickle threw off all concentration, and he was helpless to do more than double over again, catching his face in the crook of his elbow as two sudden, wet sneezes burst from him “Hih’pTSCHHhh! E’TSCHhh..!”

The sneezes left his ears ringing, he could hardly hear the sympathetic blessings offered from the table over the crowd’s usual chatter. Unsure what else to do he simple rushed off from the table, going to the closest restroom he could to ride out the fit.

The first sneeze struck just as he opened the door, then again half way in, and ended with him desperately clinging to a sink as they continued to tumble through his system. His eyes stung, he could hardly catch his breath between harsh sneezes, but worst of all, he knew deep down this was it. He had to admit something was wrong, and his manager would find out any minute. As he blindly reached for paper towels to wipe the mess now dripping from his nostrils, the door swung open with a slight squeak. Oh, wonderful.

But there was no disgusted noise, at least not that he noticed as he gave a gurgling blow into the rough paper. Instead, he was met with a firm hand on his shoulder, and what sounded like a rattling bottle.

“I’m sorry, I can’t take it anymore.” Confused, Beto wiped his eyes, seeing before him a clear bottle filled with long white pills. Blinking softly he looked up, far too drained to do more than stare in a daze at the one who offered them. The man with the red fohawk and bright blue eyes. Only this time, they were much softer, full of a sympathy he never would have expected from a stranger “I promised my sister I wouldn’t say anything, but you’re really dying out there. I was hoping you’d give up and take a break, but... Now I just figure you don’t know what you’re dealing with.”

“Wha..?” Beto took the pills from the man and scrubbed his eyes to get a better look at them. Off-brand antihistamines. At first he opened his mouth to question it, but as realization struck, it closed again. Though the man merely smirked, a bit playfully, and continued.

“Allergies, Einstein. From the look of it, bad ones at that...”

“I... I don’t understand, I‘ve never hahh... Ngh, had allergies..”

“Actually,” he corrected “you just didn’t know you did. It’s cool man, I’ve got some bad allergies myself, so I assumed you just didn’t want to admit to it. But turns out you’re just dealing with a flower you haven’t had the pleasure of smelling yet...” As if out is sympathy the man scratched the side of his own nose, sniffing a bit with a chuckle.

“I doped myself up long before I got here, but I don’t mind sharing with a guy in need...” There was a certain relief to hearing the other say that. If it was allergies it could be cured, the endless sneezing could stop. Not hesitating a moment he took out a couple pills out and downed them, using the sink to get some water and grimacing at the taste. After, he turned to the man with a relieved sigh and handed him back the bottle.

“Sir, I can’t thank you enough. Can I get you a free drink, maybe your meal on the house? I feel awful f-for hhh... How I’ve been all night..” The man smiled at Beto and shook his head, pocketing the precious pills in his jacket. “No way, I just wanted to help a good guy out. And you’ve been holding up great all evening, it was just my dumbass that pushed you over the edge.”

The two of them laughed at this, though Beto’s was a bit hoarse at this point. As things settled though the man paused, putting a hand on his shoulder again “Though... I wouldn’t complain if I maybe got one thing...” His attention caught, Beto straightened up a bit.

“And... What would that be, sir?”

“... Your number, maybe?” There was a long silence that hung in the room. At first the other man felt it was due to it being a ridiculous request, but as he saw Beto’s already red face grow redder, he knew it just needed a moment to process.

“... W... We can... Trade...” Oh god, was that stupid? It felt a little stupid as Beto watched the man snort out a laugh, but when he took the notbook from his hands and started writing, suddenly everything shifted. The two of them wrote on the same piece of paper, Beto being careful to rip off his number and hand it over to the kind man.

“I guess I’ll be seeing you around then, Beto..” The waiter’s knees felt weak as the man smiled, god he smiled with his eyes, they just lit up the whole room in such a quick moment.

“W—Wait, what’s your name?” He called right as the man reached the door, another pause before he came back with that smile. He wasn’t taller than Beto, but in this moment the waiter felt like they were on the same level as his heart skipped a beat.

“Lucas Beckett. Everyone calls me Lu though.”

“... B... Beto Perez...” The two of them stood there grinning for a while, and when satifsied Lu nodded and shoved his hands in his pockets, already turning for the door “I’ll see you around, Beto. Let me know when your schedule is free, alright?”

“Sure thing..” And just like that the handsome man was gone. He needed a bit to blow his nose and wipe up his face, but there was a new excitement in his body that he couldn’t describe. Mr. Lucas Beckett... Beto’s mind was swimming with ideas about him, and for a moment he wondered if it really happened, if the man was truly thinking of him like that.

“Hih’tSCHHhhhh!”

Apparently so.

#creaturedom #sneeze fic #Beto #Lucas #allergies #sneezing #pollen #Valencia #my ocs #Dinner Rush

[ori-flails]

Rewatching Guardian - Episode 08 Part 1/2

Episode List || Episode 07 || Part 2

SPOILERS for upto episode 40, SPOILERS for the novel.

The first translation is by AvenueX. The second translation is from the episode on Youtube.

Just the title of this episode is giving me second-hand embarrassment. I give you no guarantee whatsoever that I won’t skip this bit.

I forgot all about this! This is so wholesome! Q~Q

Even Chu Shuzhi is clapping and smiling UGH my heart is mush

I genuinely have no clue how seriously I should be taking the SID barrier. It stopped Zhu Jiu, but it has no effect with Shen Wei or Ye Zun.

And also, does it only stop Dixingren? What about Yashou? What about humans? Cuz I’m pretty sure they don’t want a random person to come into the SID with the Hallows there, even if this person is a mere human with no powers or anything.

If the barrier only reacts to dark energy then it’s supposed to stop Yshou and Dixingren. In that case, what’s stopping Zhu Jiu from tricking a human in a vulnerable position into stealing the Hallows for him from the SID while everyone else is busy? The SID barrier really wouldn’t work as their primary security measure then.

About what Wang Zheng said, they’re taking into consideration that the human SID members might become something not human? Then that’s really weird cuz they’re still not meant to know anything about Ouyang’s research, and it’s just.. supernatural doesn’t translate well to sci-fi at all holy shit

This is just such a terrible idea xD

Xiao Guo will be too scared of this thing to learn to control it xD

Lin Jing is a genius gremlin lol

THIS MOFO REALLY WENT “I’m his Xiao-Zhao” OH MY GOD

Again, the OST I can’t find. This is so sweet and adorable in the sense that Zhao Yunlan’s acting lik a school boy that has a crush and this is precious.

But damn, watching this idiot dig his own grave is making me wanna skip the entire thing

Even watching the first time, I could sense the second-hand embarrassment coming from a mile away.

Just look at this idiot’s happy smile when he’s talking about how fun it is top work with Shen Wei TT~TT

The dumbass really did throw all that money away lmao

[I didn’t take any screenshots hhh]

NOPE I CAN’T DO THIS

I skipped through it. I’m not taking screenshots. NOPE.

Lemme tell you something. Each bit I comment on, I go over it 3 - 4 times.

Once just to watch it, second time to take screenshots and note down the timestamps (just in case I accidentally lose the screenshots), sometimes I need to go over a couple more times for this to get the right screenshots. And the third/fourth time, I write down my thoughts and feelings in order and any particular dialogue.

I am NOT going over this embarrassment 3 - 4 times! I can’t handle stuff like this!

I completely forgot that Ding Dun appears this early on.

Like, my earliest memory of him is from the episode where Zhao Yunlan visits Dixing. Then, it was like the show was expecting me to recognize Ding Dun as someone somewhat significant, except I don’t remember this scene at all, not his face anyway.

A lot happens between the two incidents.

Ding Dun is probably the child of the captain of the squad that Wu Tian’en was in  that was dispatched to Haixing 20 years ago, the one mentioned in episode 5. I can’t think of something else that Shen Wei is investigating at the moment that the audience is meant to know about.

I’m not 100% sure but this bit with Hai Pao Shi asking “what’s wrong?” is significant in some way. I’m just not entirely sure if it’s significant in the way I think it is.

Zhu Jiu just standing there touching leaves on the side of the street.

This is simultaneously hilarious and very sad.

So, plants aren’t much of a thing on Dixing and neither is fresh air.

Also, from the way they interact, it’s like Ding Dun and Zhu Jiu are of similar importance to Ye Zun.

Not exactly important for this scene, and I’ll elaborate on it properly sometime later, but I’m starting to think Zhu Jiu’s whole wannabe-Ye-Zun act has more to it.

What if that’s a permanent side effect of long-term/chronic brainwashing?

Just a thought.

What even is this soundtrack, it’s so nice TT~TT I can’t find it (18:53 - 19:32 of the episode)

Also, like... Ding Dun’s dead, but he was clearly alive enough to steal and destroy the Dijun booklet and then stab Zhao Yunlan with scissors. Gotta actually remember this Ding Dun this time around for long enough to understand the explanation for this if we do get one. :/

So which is it? It might not be important here because we already know that Shen Wei won’t use his full powers on Haixing and endanger his identity. We know Zhu Jiu also knows. But still. That’s some difference.

The first translation is in the ‘English’ captios, the second in ‘English (United Kingdom)’

I won’t be trying to take screenshots of the fight sequences, as usual, but I loved them so much okay. One good thing about Zhu Jiu is he helps show off Shen Wei’s awesome close combat skills.

Also, it’s been two whole months since the Zhang Danni impersonator case??? What????

Cuz that was when Shen Wei hurt Zhu Jiu, and he just said he’s fully recovered now after two months. A timeskip and I had no idea there was one at all until now.

Ugh I somehow find the Yashou so confusing. Their neutrality, their normal lifespan, how integrated to human societies they really are, why they’re fine with being on Haixing for so long despite having dark energy, etc.

Yashou came with Dixingren, so Yashou should have dark energy too. And I think Zhao Yunlan’s anti-Dixingren gun works on Yashou too. But they’re all living on Haixing in background white energy. Does this not effect the Yashou? Or do they have a way to deal with it?

The use of the term “gods” is again a reference to the novel

Or not, but it feels like it.

Here, Shen Wei sounded so young and soft and just... My heart breaks for him.

Also, “loved one”. Very subtle. Bromance indeed.

I wonder if this particular flower tribe Yashou has any idea who Shen Wei is beyond Professor Shen the nice Dixingren.

It’s the way she’s talking to him that makes me think. She seems to be acting in an older sister manner. She’s also pretty casual and borderline rude with him. She hands him honesty free of fear or reverence. She worries for his safety, something no one did until Zhao Yunlan and until he started getting significantly weaker. At this point, he doesn’t really need to be worried for, if that makes sense. If she knew he was Hei Pao Shi, she’d know that he’s crazy strong.

And then there’s how Shen Wei’s talking to her. There is none of his commanding Hei Pao Shi attitude, or that cool detachment. He’s being just Shen Wei with her. He isn’t like with anyone who knows he’s Hei Pao Shi, except for Zhao Yunlan later of course.

And then there’s the fact that later when Zhu Hong’s fourth uncle meets Shen Wei, he knows immediately who Shen Wei is and treats him with the appropriate respect. But then the other members of the snake tribe has no idea. So the chiefs of the tribes know only.

Shen Wei has something akin to friends on Haixing Q~Q His Yashou friends Q~Q

(Continues in part 2)

#镇魂 guardian #guardian rewatch #guardian episode 08 #zhen hun #shen wei #zhao yunlan #weilan

[claudiafm]

𝓿𝓸𝓰𝓾𝓮  𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓲𝓮𝔀𝓼 ~> 𝔠𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔡𝔦𝔞 𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔤𝔞

in this issue of vogue we have the honor of interviewing fashionista and bassist Claudia Ortega, in a 4 part series, where she delves into her musical and fashion inspirations, personal life and past

PART 2.

we ask claudia about her love life, crushes, past lovers, and she shares with us another playlist

Feelings - lauv And I know, and I know that it hurts sometimes that it hurts sometimes when I'm with you. And I know, and I know that it hurts sometimes that it hurts sometimes, but I miss you. And I know, and I know that it's on your mind that it's on your mind when I kiss you, but I wanna do whatever you wanna do

“Have you ever been so in love with someone, that you’ll do anything to be with them? Even if it hurts cause you know they don’t love you back? You just wanna do anything with them, holding on to any little thing.”

Stupid - Brendan Maclean And if you weren't so ugly, I could've loved you. It's something I tell myself when down to get high, Lord. If you made me a coffee, I could've loved you, and I'd make you hot chocolate, and anything you wanted Tell me who is invited? So fuckin' delighted to see all the boys you see, tell me why don't I fight it? What does it say about me? And let's not be friends or else this'll never end

“Who ever wants to blame them self? You just come up with any reason they don’t love you, they’re stupid, they’re busy, whatever, but then you see them with others, and it hurts. What is it about me that you don’t love?”

Brand new key - Melanie I asked your mother if you were at home, she said yes, but you weren't alone. Sometimes I think that you're avoiding me. I'm okay alone but you've got something I need. Well I've got a brand new pair of roller skates. You've got a brand new key, I think that we should get together and try them on to see, La la la la la la la la La la la la la la. Oh I've got a brand new pair of roller skates, you've got a brand new key.

“sometimes you think you have someone, but then you start to see them fall in love with someone else, and they spend less and less time with you, but they still have your heart, no matter how you grow. I wanna share my life with you, but you’ve started to shut me out, and share it with someone else.”

Skinny love - Birdy (cover) And I told you to be patient, and I told you to be fine, and I told you to be balanced, and I told you to be kind, and now all your love is wasted, and then who the hell was I? And I'm breaking at the britches, and at the end of all your lines. Who will love you? Who will fight? Who will fall far behind?

“maybe i’m too controlling in my relationships, i expect a lot, i ask a lot, and read too much into things. i’ll always fall behind, always a little forgotten.”

Normal Girl - SZA Wish I was the type of girl that you take over to mama. The type of girl, I know my daddy, he'd be proud of yeah, uh be proud of, yeah uh be proud of, uh be proud, you know, you know. Wanna be the type of girl you take home to your mama, the type of girl, I know your fellas they'd be proud of uh be proud of, uh be proud of, uh be proud of, boy you know. Normal girl, oh I wish I was a normal girl, oh my, how do I be, how do I be your baby? Normal girl, oh, oh, oh I wish I was a normal girl I'll never be, no, never be uh, oh

“maybe if i was ‘normal’ people would like me more, if i was more agreeable, less fashion obsessed, would people love me? maybe, but i don’t wanna let go of those parts of me, i just wish i was in the first place.”

Wanna be missed - Hayley Kiyoko I wanna be missed like every night, I wanna be kissed like it's the last time, say you can't eat, can't sleep, can't breathe without me. I wanna be held, fragile like glass, 'cause I've never felt nothing like that, say you can't walk, can't talk, go on without me. Want you tired every day 'cause I run through your brain, hold me down, keep me safe. This is as good as it gets don't you dare second guess, only want you saying yes

“oh i haven’t been someones first choice in a while, but it’s all i want, i want to be missed, more than a ‘oh i haven’t seen you in so long!’ but in late night calls cause they miss my voice, planning trips together years in advance, I just want to be wanted”

Common Sense - Fallen Pine You know the way you make me smile, but can you do it to yourself? Break me down and make me fodder, just care the way you treat yourself. Don't ever ask yourself If what you're doing is the right thing to do, don't ever think about it, just let it die and sit alone in this room. (I really want to) Forget your common sense, just think about everything else. Forget your common sense don't think about it (Hey) I would do anything for you, I would do anything for you, I would do anything for you, I would do anything for you

“it’s beautiful to be a relationship where you just forget everything, and just be, make one another smile, and encourage one another to be happy. To not even think, to do anything for the other, i miss it.”

Les Funérailles (Prologue) - Left at London My apologies, no way to behave, being bitter will not make you be saved. 'Cause I am abhorrent', cause you remain dormant, 'cause I probably messed up again. We could've been worth it, I could've been listening to your plight and we could've been perfect, but your brand of perfect isn't quite as kind to all of my regrets

“we all have our secrets, our regrets, I’ve messed up plenty, and sometimes you can’t be forgiven, you can’t make it better, no matter how you act.”

Arrow - Andrew Applepie I'm so in love, so in love, so in love, so in love, oh, how it hurts, how it hurts, yes it hurts when it burns. What have we done, what have we become lately, now I'm so dumb, I'm barefoot on the ground, oh, talk to me. I'm feeling, not breathing, a terrifying fear haunts me, twisting my soul around. Fuel me, revive me a shadow plays a burning. And I'm an arrow in the sky, I'm a tantrum, I'm an arrow in the sky, 'Cause I'm a tan-trum

”it hurts sometimes to be in love, it can be scary too, you don’t know whats gonna slip up and ruin the relationship. Talk to me, but I don’t even want to breathe, my lungs full of love and it hurts, but god i’m not letting go”

I’ve Got All This Ringing in My Ears and None On My Fingers - Fall Out Boy You're a canary, I'm a coal mine, 'cause sorrow is just all the rage. Take one for the team, you all know what I mean. And I'm so sorry but not really, tell the boys where to find my body. New York eyes, Chicago thighs, pushed up the window to kiss you off. The truth hurts worse, than anything I could bring myself to do to you. The truth hurts worse, than anything I could bring myself to do to you. Do you remember the way I held your hand under the lamp post and ran home this way, so many times I could close my eyes?

”If i told the truth, I would ruin myself, I would ruin the relationship, my canary would be dead, evacuate the relationship. I’ve grown to accept my position, but I’m so aware of my words, and how one slip could be it for me. The years have only strengthened how I feel, the air in the coal mine is getting worse, but as long as i can breathe, as long as I keep my distance, keep the bird alive, I’ll be ok, right?”

listen here

exit- claudia

#~claudia~ musing #hhhh hope y'all like my cover i worked wayyy to hard on it #if you look up the madonna vogue cover you can see my inspo #i swear my next one won't be a playlist #thinking of doing a 73 questions?? #open to suggestions here lads #also all the music here is great. you can see more of my indie tastes #pls listen to left at london if no one else #shes the girl from the what about nascar vine

[blogsupitssam]

Blood Bounded

Name of MC: Samantha 

Summary: So I just wanna try to make my own fanfic of what happens in bloodbound 3

Chapter 1: “A Chance to Live”

Samantha lift one of her weak hands toward Kamilah’s face. She takes it on her own and presses it to her cheek, leaving a bloody handprint there while she held her close as she could despite all the blood on them from Samantha’s sword wound. Jax eyes close shut, looking away, not wanting to take his sword that could kill her instantly. Lily sobs, her hands shaking, trying to wipe her tears off her eyes and glasses while with her other holding onto her crossbow. Adrian covers his face with one of his hands, not wanting to believe this is happening.

“I don’t... want to leave you...” Samantha says sadly, several tears fall, shuddering as her vision begins to fade and edges are darkening. “Kamilah, I… I’m cold… really cold….” Her body shivering.

Kamilah was in sadness, more than ever, “Samantha...” All she said, her hand strokes the the injured mortal’s cheek tenderly, drawing her close. The tears in her eyes falls, “Samantha. Listen to me. You are strong. You are brave. You are the most wonderful woman I've ever met.” The vampire’s voice breaking, “And I love you... I love you, ok? I’m… so sorry I never said it to you…. Damn it, I feel like a coward. I should’ve said it before …. Before we went to Gaius. I love you Samantha… And I always will.  ” Her eyes shut close, trying to keep more tears falling because she couldn’t cry until her. 

But feeling the Mortal still, her body becomes cold and pale. Her eyes go dark, no longer in their normal color. Samantha sinking further and further into the dark…

Kamilah finally opens her eyes, realizing she’s losing blood, near the brink of death, “Goddamnit Sam… Damn it…. I’m so stupid.. A coward… ” Her anger and guilt forming inside of her, she embraces her tighter, not caring that the blood is covering her whole front on her suit.

“Kamilah… I...” Samantha’s voice breaking while teary in her eyes.

“Shh.” All she says, shushing her to not let her keep talking. She gives her one lingering kiss on Samantha’s lips, then tilts her head down to kiss her forehead. “We’ll end this once and for all. Gaius will be dead. I’ll be free…. And I’ll be yours.” 

Back from reminiscing, while still cradling her, one of her hands balls into a fist, but let's go as she felt a hand on her shoulder. “Kamilah, what… Should we do now?” Adrian asks her, a tear falls, not knowing what would he wanna do with Samantha now. Losing his assistant and now close friend. His mind runs into conflict, thinking between two options. 

Kamilah eyes close once again, trying to gather herself, sighing heavily, “I’m gonna turn her… Give her a spot in my clan… And brand her…. I am not losing her… I am not losing this chance to truly live… I can’t…. Not without her… ” She responds, her eyes flared red, her mind becomes determined. The vampire uses one of her wrists while still holding onto Samantha’s body, making a bloody gash with her fangs. The blood drips out, Kamilah quickly puts her injured wrist toward her mortal, close enough for it to touch her mouth. 

After a few seconds, the blood is able to fall in Samantha’s mouth, weakly drinking the red content. Then slowly taking the sword off her chest, giving it back to Jax. 

The smell of blood lingers from all 4 vampires, but they are able to resist all the blood that even if they feel a bit hungered, they’re too distraught to even wanna have a taste

Then Kamilah gets up, putting one of her arms under Samantha’s knees and the other around her back to carry her up. The Mortal’s head rests on Kamilah’s shoulder as she cradles her close. “We must go, the longer we wait around here, the more chances she’ll come feral.” Her expression not changing as she walks off to get out of the building as the other follow. 

Jax shakes his head, “Look, I get…. I understand that you’ve been through so much. I know you don’t want to go through this, but are you sure? What if anything happens? If she did become feral?” He asks.

Kamilah keeps walking, not looking at him, “Then…. Then one of us will have to kill her...” She responds before they are outside. 

They all quickly try to get to the sarcophagus in Adrian’s building. Unfortunately, the Raines Corp building has so many cracks and parts of it become rubble, but when they look inside carefully, the basement was still surprisingly still standing underground. 

Adrian and Jax quickly open the sarcophagus’s lid, Kamilah gently place her inside before the men close it for her. 

“Now we wait...” Adrian says sadly, his hands in his pockets. 

Jax tucks his hands under his biceps, his head tilts down. 

Lily wraps her arms around herself, now trying not to cry anymore, giving herself hope that her best friend will be ok. “She’ll be ok, right? Like with me. I didn’t go feral. She won’t be too. I know it!” The purple haired vampire says with determination.

Kamilah kneels down in front of the sarcophagus, not responding, but watching it. 

Adrian gives his blood sister his hand on her shoulder, trying to give some comfort, “Let’s go, we can go out and do some work around here.” 

Finally, Kamilah looks by turning her head slowly to look up at her young blood brother, “Go... ” She said. Her voice is low and quiet. “I must stay here...”

“Kamilah… You don’t have to stay here the whole time… We can kill time...” Adrian saddens more, looking at her, he’s never seen so much sadness in her, so distraught, but also a hint of anger. 

“Go brother…. You two as well… I must stay… Be there for Samantha… I am hers.. Like I promised...” Kamilah’s head bows down, like she’s doing some prayer in her mind. 

Lily puts her hand on Adrian’s shoulder, “Let’s not force her, if she wants to stay, then let her be.” She says before letting her hand go off of the man’s shoulder. 

“I’ll go find all the remaining of my clanless I need to see how many alive. How many are dead… I’ll be back for you guys…” Jax starts walking out, but gives one last glance at the closed sarcophagus, “ And for her...” He says before disappearing out of the room.

Adrian and Lily give a nod, “Let’s go Lily… We can go and check on the clans, Kamilah’s also for her.”

Kamilah continues to watch the sarcophagus just a few feet away, kneeling, her mind clouding her thoughts and yet more tears fall out of her eyes slowly as she bows her head down.

In her mind, “When you finally are back, back with me, I promise…. I’ll stay by your side, no matter what and how long it takes. We shall be together soon…. We will build together, a better world and life for us… Damn it, I’ll buy that ridiculous tiara I promised you.... You will be part of Clan Sayeed… And i’ll be yours…. All of that will be yours.. Forever till the end of our time… My love ...” She looks back up.

Meanwhile, Samantha awakes, in the dark, in the cold. “Hhh...” Her eyes wide open. Her whole body feels strange. She doesn’t know where she is. She doesn’t know what’s happening. 

The Young woman’s heart pounded in horror, but she can’t move, even as she flails. She’s trapped somewhere. Somewhere tight and dark. 

Still… Something bubbles up inside of her. Something searing. A change. A transformation. 

Samantha feels a weird sensation in her teeth like almost having a toothache. Then….  Two of her teeth extends into fangs, her eyes turning into a bloody red and her desire from thirst forms in her throat. 

“Oh my god... ” Panic takes over her.

#mc x kamilah #kamilah sayeed #kamilah x mc #adrian raines #jax matsuo #lily spencer #bloodbound fanfic #choices bloodbound

[stichd-a-blog]

Hey so!! I said I was gonna do something special && here it is!! 

I got a BULK of my followers around last week during the whole ‘appreciation promo thing’ people were doing. But because I had like 30 followers && knew none of them at the time, I couldn’t jump onto the bandwagon.

                                                        NOW

I was going to wait for 100 followers, but then i realize it may come off as just forced if i do that?? && I’m so close to 100 anyways I felt it would be better to have a small appreciation post now rather than later!! because I want to give back, what so many gave to me && without most of my followers, I wouldn’t even have an active blog rn??

So I’m gonna tag a few of my faves/the people who’ve given me && stitches their patience. But please know, that if you’re not on this post, it doesn’t mean we’re not friends, or can’t BE friends. I welcome everyone to interact w/ me with open arms, even though my muse is like . . . super small && not known, anything is possible && we can always make something work!!

                                                    ANYWAYS

here are small blurbs for some of the people i love!!

@cartoonlonk. My god, i think you know why you’re on here Goo. tbh i was afraid i was gonna come off as weird to you?? but I ABSOLUTELY love the shit we come up w/ through discord. && without all the stuff we SCREAM at each other, Stitches wouldn’t have acquired his mobile paper shredder to get rid of all the incriminating paper work he doesn’t want to deal w/ — plus your boi sharing his plush w/ my boi?? good shit.

@thehopcful. anyone who isn’t following this gem, please do?? Pinks OC is an ABSOLUTE precious bean. not to mention, Pink is also a precious bean && I love when we just throw ideas @ each other. I’m so glad to have followed you, because if i hadn’t, Stitches wouldn’t have him self a second personal assistant && lbr he needs like 50 of those to function . . . . I enjoy our chats && just the random hcs we throw down, all around a good time!!

@drcamiipriince.  hhh h h hH HH H LOOK AT OUR BROKEN BOIS?? not to mention your dreamburt is a gem — maybe perhaps DREAMY?? ANYWAYS i absolutely love the little things we keep doing, its amazing && i think both our muses benefit from it— Stitches lowkey concerned for the pillow now, he’ll probably protecc if anything ever goes wrong. . . . but like?? I see alot of potential w/ these two!! ALSO just mutual to mutual i love reading your hcs for dreambert, you really do a gr8 job at playing him!! I’m glad I stumbled across you through all the appreciation posts!!

@planetruled. You’re a meme. Honestly tho, when you dropped into my stream the other day, I absolutely LOVED how you were just like ‘we gonna see dat boi soon??’ because honestly it was a big mood for me && I was RUSHING through that whole level just to show him to you LOL. I love our little interaction between  Comoestas && Stitches because they’re just being two salty evil dudes being salty @ eachother. I loom forward to them having a bro moment tbh?? I feel it.

@sternenteile. Okay so first off, LOVE your Geno, I don’t think I’ve said it yet, but I honestly do. We haven’t chatted much other than the tags from our rp, as well as small replies here && there. But?? I love LOVE how Geno deals with Stitches && sorta just, uses fire to play w/ fire to try && get a rise out of him— but not in a malicious way.  I look forward to more interactions between these two, I know they might not seem like that have a lot to work with at the moment, but I see a lot of potential in the future!!

@monsterbane. We’ve talked . . .  ALOT. our first ic interaction last night— wasn’t even serious, but I love these two already. They’re GOOFBALLS && I’ll enjoy any interaction between them. Just don’t expect Stitches to down a Rathalos or anything during a hunt, he’ll probably just watch from afar  . . . or write down another half-assed quest so he can have one of those for his castle as well. 

Just remember, if i didn’t write a blurb about you, it doesn’t mean I don’t love you, there are still so many blogs I appreciate— sometimes from afar because I am afraid. But i’m still gonna mention ya’ll anyways because today is blog appreciation (i’m declaring its such a day— don’t @ me)

@juzhuu . @topazwarped , @nightmareoverlord , @puffywarrior, @undeadrphub, @dcfctio, @ganondorfthedarklord, @birds-multimuse, @allnostalgic, @pseudogaiety, @laslow, @gwaitm, @commandingxmask, @pinedecode, @gyrcid, @burstbombbitch, @sangfear, @bonepranks, @cosmcther, @greendreambro, @heroesofunderdark, @origcmibird, @envyfallen, @soulhaine, @fleursouverain, @umbracute, @skeletations

 BASICALLY all above are people i’ve interacted with a little— or not at all && just watch from afar lol, if any of you ever want to do anything, please let me know, like before, I welcome everyone to interact w/ me with open arms!!

Thanks again to EVERYONE who has been super supportive of me && my muse. Like I've said countless times before, its hard to be a character from something not many know about, it takes a lot of patience on both ends; all of you have shown me that you WANT to learn more about Stitches && i couldn’t even ask for anything more than that!! i’m glad I've done enough to make people interested in Underhero && I’m glad people love Stitches.

                                                 Thanks again!! 

#✦ // ✦ // ;; ᴅᴏɪɴɢ sᴛᴜғғ ⁽ ᵒᵒᶜ ⁾ #appreciation post. #follower callout. #god this is long?? #but i mean #i wanted to do a thing for people i appreciation #even if i haven't hit a milestone i needed to do this #like #i've been waiting for 100 followers just to have the excuse to do this because i just wanted to share how much i appreciate everyone?? #but i'm like 'screw it its happening today its been a week who cares' #thanks again guys! #i really can't say it enough #having people here who care for me && my muse is all i could ever ask for #i hope that i can continue interact w/ ya'll for a long time :> #sorry if this annoys anyone #&& sorry if you're not on here #it just means we haven't connected fully yet #but hopefully that'll change!

[bl00d-cherry]

(Warning: If you are sensitive to the topic of school shootings or just guns, violence and gore this may just not be the one for you.)

————————————————————

CHAPTER 1.

These last two day have been... I really don't know how to put it, but 'strange' is the first thing that comes to mind. I've never been the superstitious type, but with each new problem that arises, I feel myself sinking further into the utter absurdity of my situation. So, after being a long-time lurker on this sub, I'm looking to you guys for help.

Some backstory- my name's Hiro, and I'm in tenth grade at some shitty, run-down high school near my house. My town has never really been one to have a lot of crime save for the gas station robbery here and there, but the kids are mean. And when I say mean, I mean that I've come home with black eyes I needed to hide more times than I care to admit. It's no biggie, though- I started bulking up last year for lacrosse and no-one seems to mess with me much anymore. That seemed to be the case with everyone transitioning from middle to high school, which was a pleasant surprise to all the teachers who preached anti-bullying but never did anything to rectify the problems. I guess they were happy that they didn't have to do the work involved with catching bullies anymore (as if they did it at all). Well, I wish I could say that it was a decent transition for everyone, but I'd be lying.

There's this kid I have some history with. Not bad history, per se, but enough so that I could know and recognize him on the street. Hell, we were in the same 5th-grade class. I liked the kid, I really did- he had dark humor that I found funny and he knew how to sit in a comfortable silence. I wish we could've become better friends; maybe this whole thing could've been avoided. Anyway, I'll call this kid K, for the sake of privacy, or if there's ever a case. Not that there would be.

Some backstory- in middle school, K was the silent, broody type. Y'know, like the emo kid who makes world war II jokes every four seconds and browses Reddit and, at that time, iFunny. Listened to either death metal or X, no in-between. It would be unfair of me to not include that, in those years, I was pretty much the same- I had developed mental health issues and didn't know how to deal with it, so my brain went, "oh, no woke time," and I started making those stupid Bart Simpson edits with the vaporwave over them, you know the ones. But K was on a whole different level. Like I'm talking straight up Boku no Pico at lunch, drawing very bad vent art just to cross out the eyes, stuff like that.To a degree, it was amusing to me. I found him fascinating, and even through my "girls only backstab " faze, I can detach myself enough to look at him through the lense of a man looking through the glass at the monkey exhibit at the zoo- just observing.

Except, this monkey literally got beaten to a pulp every other day.

It had gotten to the point where the kids around him were desensitized to it. Maybe it was because of his naturally standoffish nature, but nobody ever helped him. The few times I tried to report what was happening, the teachers told me they'd look into it and nothing ever happened. I even went to the principal when it got especially bad, and he just brushed it off as "boys will be boys". Yeah, like literally psychologically traumatizing a boy for three-plus years of his life can constitute as boys just being boys. I remember the first time he tried to commit suicide. Apparently he'd been planning it for months and brought a rope to school with him on the excuse that it was for a project. When I saw him leave with his backpack for the bathroom, I got a bad feeling and asked if I could go too. I was the one to talk this kid down from hanging himself on a railing right outside the school's bathroom. And, sadly, I can't say it was my last time doing so. He tried three more times throughout his middle school career, and I tried to tell people, I tried to let people know, but nothing came of it. It was as if nobody cared for him in the slightest- maybe that's why he did what he did.

I digress, though- highschool only got worse for him. I remember on the first day of school after summer break, he gave me a grin in the hall. This was odd- he looked better. Happy, even. I found out later that he'd gone to therapy throughout the summer, had been working out, and taking antidepressants, but none of those proved to work in the long run, in my opinion. But I remember later, seeing that same depressed, dejected expression plastered on his face later on after having curdled milk poured into his backpack and his hoodie. I had tried to go over and help him clean it, but he gave me a weak smile and told me not to worry about it.

Every time something happened, I could see him reverting further and further into the boy he used to be, until yesterday, on October 28th, 2019. That's where the backstory ends and the real shit I've been going through begins.

That morning, he'd texted me that we didn't have school that day. I had been confused, seeing as he hadn't texted me in over a year- he preferred to talk face to face or, rather, not at all- and asked my mom, who was a teacher at the elementary school down the road. She told me that yes, there was a school, and that I was going. Damn. I texted back, word for word, "lmao nah there's school and we've got that test in Wayne's class, remember"

He left me on read. Even more confused than before, I decided to brush it off and get ready.

That was probably the gravest mistake I'd ever made.

These next parts are somewhat graphic, and though I won't be showing pictures (I don't think even I would be able to handle them) I would definitely skip if you're blood-shy or something like that. Because this is a count-for-count recollection of the worst day of my fucking life.

He wasn't in Wayne's first period. I was confused at first, seeing as I'd told him that school was being held today and that he had to be there for the test, but figured he just didn't want to come and stayed home to study for an extra day. I sat down and resigned myself to my fate of flunking this test, but I never got that far. Halfway through the Pledge of Allegiance, the office lady with the most boring voice imaginable stopped talking with a small gasp. We heard the rustling of movement in the background, and then concealed 'pop'. There was a cry of pain (or fear, or both) and then another three 'pop's, then a thump, ragged, gurgling breathing coming in through the loudspeaker.

We, the overtired, overworked, and pessimistic high school students that we were, chuckled at what we thought was just a stupid joke designed to scare us. It was October, after all. But after a few more moments and a few more pops and a few more screams that just had to be fake, we heard the faintest, last-breath tinged voice of the woman over the loudspeaker one last time.

"Ac-ctive sho-ooter... code... hhh... red... 911..."

My teacher stopped flipping through the textbook and looked up at the loudspeaker as if the woman were laying right in front of us, heaving her last breaths in such utter pain and agony and still finding it in herself to warn the rest of the school.To say that pandemonium broke out would be an understatement. Mr. Wayne quickly turned off the lights and shoved us all into the corner of the room. We sat there, huddled, while people texted their parents goodbye. I was no different. The texts from that day are gone now, but to surmise it, it went:

To Parental Unit #1 (that's my mom) and Parental Unit #2 (my dad)

Me: there's an active shooter in the building

Me: I don't know if ill make it out alive

Parental Unit #1: What??

Me: i love you

Parental Unit #1: Call me now, Hiro

Me: I can't

Parental Unit #1: This isn't funny, Hiro.

Parental Unit #1: Hiro, respond now.

Me: i'm not joking

Me: I need to turn off my phone i hear shots from down the hall

Parental Unit #1: Don't get off the phone.

Me: i love you mom

Me: dad i love you

Parental Unit #1: Hiro

Parental Unit #1: Hiro, text back right now

Parental Unit #1: Are you okay?

Parental Unit #1: I love you.

My dad didn't talk. I think he was at work or something and didn't have time to look at the messages, but I wondered if he watched the live broadcast of the thing. I put my phone in my hoodie the minute I heard a pop from outside our door, and I closed my eyes as if it would make it all go away. Girls were crying beside me and the other guys in my class were freaking out, low-key. But the moment I heard the door to the classroom beside us being kicked in and the screams of students cut off by gunshots, an eerie calm washed over me and I stood up, pushing the desks to blockade the door. A couple of other guys and Mr. Wayne caught on and helped me out, retreating back to our spot when we finished.

The bootfalls thumped nearer to our door with each slow, agonizing second. The door handle shook as the shooter tried to use the conventional way of getting in, but after that proved fruitless, he started trying to kick his way in, like he did the last room. A girl a couple of feet away from me sobbed about how she didn't want to die and one of them peed her pants. A guy retched in the corner and a couple of kids had their phones out, recording. I thought to do the same, for evidence, and pulled out my phone.

After a couple seconds of kicking, I heard a frustrated yell outside of the door. It sounded so familiar, and then the gun clacked against the window, the eye through the scope aiming directly next to me, and the trigger was pulled. The bullet flew past me, skimming my ear and lodging in the forehead of a guy Chris, I think his name was, blood pooling around his girlfriend's legs. I remember looking through the door's window as the scope came down off the guy's face and meeting K's eyes. Everything was so numb- I couldn't even feel the blood in my ear. His expression darkened when he saw me and he took one more shot- one that would hit the girl who'd peed her pants in the arm- and ran to the next classroom.

I was frozen. I didn't know how to move. And yet, my camera stayed in place, having caught every single moment of the boy's death in his girlfriend's arms, of this girl's agony having gotten shot in the arm, and all of my utter fear the moment I saw K.

Later, as we were being led outside by the SWAT teams, I took a look around, peering into the classrooms out of sheer morbid curiosity. I regretted looking- it was an absolute massacre. Teachers, students, dead in a place where they should be safe, less than a year after Stoneman Douglas, which was just twenty minutes away. My parents stood outside, holding each other and looking desperately, tearfully, for me, their son, to come out- dead or alive. Seeing that look of pure relief on their faces the moment they saw me- me, both mine and the boy's blood all over my clothes, my hands bruised and scratched from moving the desks, my eyes wild and scared- made me want to cry. But I just can't- nothing would come out.

After, I got asked questions by the cops. What do you recall? I gave them my video. Do you have any injuries? Pointed to my ear and they got it patched up easily. Did you know the shooter? Yes. Who were they? K.

That night was spent mostly at the police station, but my parents got me out of there in time for them to take me home and make me dinner. I couldn't eat it- the metallic smell of blood and urine and sweat and primal fear still lingered in my nose and on my skin and in my mind, so I told them that I wasn't hungry and that I needed to shower.The news said that there were 32 casualties. 32 kids, teachers, killed. They'd detained K and had him in custody. He would be awaiting trial for a little while at least.After eating a meager dinner of half a piece of fish and water, I said I wanted to go to bed at around 11:00. Seeing as I was the one to stay up as late as I humanly could, my parents were concerned (well, more concerned than they already were) but put it up to the shock. I went to bed with tears in my eyes and fell into a fitful sleep, plagued with dreams of death.

The next morning is where things get... odd. Well, odder. The next morning, my alarm went off as usual. I went to silence it, as there definitely wouldn't be school today with everything that had happened and rolled over, but my mom came in.

Mom: Hiro, you're gonna be late for school, get up.

I looked up at her with confusion. I wondered why she was making me get up, and wondered for a moment if everything was just a bad dream. But then I brushed my hand across my ear and winced, looking down at my raw palms. Nope, definitely not a dream.Not wanting to look weird, though, I got up and got dressed as normal. I couldn't shake the feeling, though, that I just couldn't be at school. I couldn't be there- the blood that stained the walls, the corpses had to still be here- it was a crime scene, for Pete's sake. But, even so, my mom drove me to school and dropped me off, kissing me on the cheek like everything was normal. I walked slowly into Wayne's classroom, looking around fearfully. Kids were sat down working on whatever was on the board, and it looked like a full house of students save for one. The guy who'd been killed yesterday, Chris, wasn't there. It's not like he had an empty seat, but more so that he didn't have a seat at all. I saw K sitting in his usual desk right next to me and he looked up, his eyes full of knowing. I hoped he didn't know I knew too.

Mr. Wayne: What are you doing, Mr. Hamada? Sit down.

I hesitantly did so and made a point to shift away from K as humanly possible.

The girl who'd gotten shot in the arm yesterday now looked good as new, smiling at me with a faint blush covering her cheeks. "I can't believe you actually bombed the test that badly," she giggled, a hand coming over to cover her mouth. I chuckled along with her for a moment, confused and afraid.

Me: Do you happen to know where Chris is?

She got confused by this. Her: Chris? Beurganthol?

Me: No, the one in our class.

Her: Uh, we don't have a Chris in our class. You must be thinking of something else, sorry.

This caught me off guard. I looked over at his former girlfriend and she was talking with her friends, even flirting with one of the guys in her group, without a care in the world. What in the hell was actually going on here?The classroom fell into a sea of low murmurs and I decided to block it all out, trying to reset my brain for a moment by listening to music. I felt a hand on my shoulder and flinched. Hard. I looked up and K pulled back when he saw the fear in my eyes.

His own eyes narrowed and he peered at me analytically.

K: You know, don't you?

[sweetdeathwrites]

Tsuna Life (1/?)

Pairing: Highschool!Tsuna / Highschool!Reader

Summary: Just a day in the ordinary life of Tsuna... ...as if his life was ordinary at all...

Warnings: High school!AU, fluff, hhh....meet cute? , falling in love, Friends To Lovers troupe, flirting, second hand embarrassment, (potential) canon typical violence ...slow updates

Word Count: 1,285

(posted on Luna and AO3, original A/N below)

(Aaa~ finally, my first series on Luna! And my first fanfic revolving around Tsuna! I'm trying a new POV, where I focus more on characters other than the reader than I do on the reader... I've read some really cute stuff where the main character falls in love with the reader and describes the journey of that! Usually I'm reader-centric, but I'm going to try my hand at this! Wish me luck! All the chapters will be inspired by the song Tsuna Life sung by Tsuna's VA! That's my favorite song sung by Tsuna, I think, but I really love Katekyo Ondo too! As usual for me, I'm using gender neutral pronouns for the reader~ I'll make this story as inclusive as I possibly can! ~Comments and reviews keep me motivated~ Please leave your thoughts~) –––––––––––––––––––––––

Hey, wait for me! Though I’m not good at running, though I’m not good in my studies The most important thing is to not rush and enjoy life Tsuna’s chest heaved and his legs burned with the effort of running in the hot sun. “Sawada-kun! One more lap then you can go home.” His gym teacher yelled from the side of the bleachers. Tsuna grunted in reply, grateful that his suffering would soon be over. All the other boys already finished their laps for the day and school was over– Tsuna was only still running laps because the coach saw him trying to sneak out of class. His teacher made a startled noise and Tsuna turned his head. “Don’t slack off, Sawada-kun! I have a meeting to get to now– keep going!” And his feet pounded on the concrete in the direction of the main school building. As soon as the coach was out of sight, Tsuna dropped to the ground, ignoring the burn of the track on his skin. “Ah,” Tsuna heaved, “finally~ I can rest…” As soon as those words left Tsuna’s mouth, a black shadow cast over him and he opened a tired eye to see what was shading him from the merciless sunlight. “Geez,” you sighed, “Tsuna, you can’t slack off like this!” You stood above Tsuna, hands on your hips, and shaking your head in theatrical disappointment. Your exercise clothes clung to your body with sweat, face was nearly as red as Tsuna’s, and the orange water bottle in your hands sloshed noisily. The tired boy’s face only reddened when he realized how close you were and he scrambled to sit up so he wouldn’t be looking directly up your pants. “If you give up now, it’s just going to be harder to get up and finish!” “B-But [Name]-san! It’s too hot, and the teacher already left! Let’s just go home, okay?” he begged. Deep down, Tsuna already knew what your answer would be. Hell, just from hearing what your reputation was around school, he knew what it would be– your motto, shouted every morning from the school roof before the bell rung, was– “Go big or go home, Tsuna!” Tsuna collapsed backwards and wailed, “I do want to go home!” You only laughed and brought your water bottle up to your lips to take a sip. Pretty chocolate eyes couldn’t help but to follow your movement– Tsuna was so thirsty! He was almost sure that every drop of sweat that fell off him sizzled on the track. Tsuna felt the atmosphere around him change and he looked up just in time to see you looking down at him, eyes wickedly gleaming, and the unscrewed top of your bottle spilling ice-cold water over his head. “Hiieeeee!” “Haha, that’s the spirit, Tsuna!” “Don’t talk to me like you know me!” Tsuna shouted, running from you as you cheered him on to finish his last lap around the track. He wouldn’t admit it to you, but he was glad that you were there to cheer him on… even if cheering him on included him getting drowned in freezing water… It was nice to have someone on his side for once. “Good job, Tsuna!” You clapped him on the back when he finished his lap, nearly knocking the poor kid over. “I told you,” Tsuna hissed out between gasps, “don’t speak to me so familiarly!” Deep in thought, you hummed and cocked your hand on your hip. Tsuna was worried. Then, your eyes snapped open and a wild grin grew on your face. ‘Oh, boy…’ Tsuna thought. “Can I call you Tsu-chan?” “Hell no!” Tsuna bristled. What in the world were you thinking? If he didn’t want you calling him Tsuna, why would he like a pet name any better?! “Fine,” you pouted. “How about...Tsu-kun?” “No! Sawada-san is fine!” “Tsuna-dono?” “No! Definitely not!” Tsuna couldn’t believe what was happening! Who did you think you were? Basil? ‘No,’ Tsuna shook his head. ‘This person wouldn’t know Basil… They’re just a weirdo…’ “How about Tsuna-kun?” You asked, tilting your head to the side like a puppy. Tsuna had to admit, you caught him off guard… A small voice in his head chimed its two cents, saying how cute you looked in that moment, and Tsuna shook his head violently to get rid of that thought. You took his silence as an ‘Okay’ from Tsuna and you took his arm and lugged him up to standing. You brushed the dust off of the both of you. Tsuna was still in awe of you– sure, he was light, but not only had you nearly bowled him over just from a pat on the back, you had picked him up like it was nothing! What a strange person you were… “U-Um, [Name]-san, we don’t know each other… I think we should stick to addressing each other formally…” Tsuna murmured, as non-confrontational as ever. His eyes avoided yours and stuck to the spongy, red pavement. When you didn’t answer, nervous sweat started to bead at his temples. It was hot enough, he didn’t need to deal with this pressure from you! Tsuna shyly met your eyes and knew at once he had made a grievous mistake. Your mouth split in a wide grin. He could even see the beginnings of your gums from how wide you were smiling. Geez. His stomach sank. “Ah, Tsuna-kun!” He winced at you addressing him by his first name, even though he already told you not to. “If you were worried about me using your name so informally, there’s no need to worry! I plan on spending lots of time with you!” Tsuna tripped over his own feet at your explanation. ‘They completely misunderstood what I meant!’ He was already exhausted from talking to you. You grabbed him by the shoulder to stop him from falling and picked him up, once again. “Be careful! You don’t want to skin your knees on the track– it really hurts!” When Tsuna’s feet touched the ground again, his attention was drawn to your hand pointing towards your knees. Your skin was mangled and pink, dirt and rocks stuck in the skin, and blood trickled down the length of your shin. Tsuna nearly fainted. How did that not hurt?! “Oh!” You said. “Look, Tsuna-kun, you’re so much taller than you were last year! Haha, you’ll be popular with the ladies if you keep growing like this! You’re taller than me now, wow! You’ll just get more handsome as you age, huh?” Tsuna was already pulling you to the nurse’s office, your feet kicking up clouds of dust behind you. “What are you saying?! Do you have heat-stroke too?! Your knee looks terrible, [Name]-san! Hurry, let’s put a bandage on it.” “I’m fine! Don’t worry so much, Tsuna-kun. Let me treat you to a snack for running so well today! I know a great coffee shop nearby! Come with me?” Tsuna’s wild hair shook as he whipped his head in fervent denial. What type of monster were you? Did your knee not hurt anymore? But it was still bleeding... You must’ve hit your head when you fell down too. “Don’t be ridiculous! Your health is the most important thing!” “Aah, I think having fun is the most important thing in life!” Tsuna stayed silent at that. He couldn’t argue that having fun wasn’t important… But you were hurt and most likely delirious, and your health was more important at the moment! You laughed as Tsuna tried to pull you in the direction of the nurse’s office and a cool breeze buffeted your hair. You looked up at the clear blue sky and sighed happily. “Aah, what a nice day!”

#sawada tsuna #sawada tsunayoshi #tsuna #tsuna sawada #tsunayoshi sawada #khr #reborn #katekyo hitman reborn #tsuna/reader #sawada tsunayoshi/reader #tsuna x reader #reborn fanfic #reborn fanfiction #khr fanfic #khr fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction

[sf-akahana]

Makeover (Haikyuu)

So I was reading that dialogue prompt thing that’s going around and was hit with sudden inspiration from one of them.  Also HAIKYUU SEASON 4 I’M TOO HYPE.  Anyway everyone is aged up about a year so Asahi - 19/graduated/working, Nishinoya and Tanaka - 17 going on 18/third years, and Saeko - 22/college student.  Hope you enjoy <3

-------------------------------------------------

Asahi sighed heavily as he stepped out of the bakery he worked at, shaking out his tight hair bun after a long shift.  7 hours of putting together large catering orders and placating impatient customers had left him drained and he was in dire need of some time with his friends to recharge.  It’s a good thing he had a get together planned with Tanaka and Noya for the night; he smiled as he pulled out his phone to text the rowdy wing spiker.

To: Tanaka

“Hey, I just got off work.  I’ll be over in about 10 minutes.”

sent 7:42pm

From: Tanaka

“k dude out gettin food nee chan and noya san are there door should be unlocked”

received 7:44pm

He couldn’t help but chuckle at his friend’s rushed text as he started up his car.  15 minutes of anxiously careful driving later he was parking in front of Tanaka’s house and shuffling his way up the steps.  He decided to ring the doorbell even though he was told to just go in and was met with Tanaka’s sister Saeko’s boisterous voice yelling through the door.

“Asahi? What’re you bein all polite for, come on in!!”

Stepping through the door and toeing off his shoes, he was surprised to see that no one was in the living room or the kitchen.  He headed up to Tanaka’s room to find Nishinoya but only found his stuff thrown around the room; knowing the libero he’ll definitely forget something tomorrow.

“Nishinoya? Saeko nee-san?”

“In my room!”

Neatly tucking his night things away in the corner of the room, Asahi made his way down the hall and peeked in to see Nishinoya and Saeko sitting face to face on her bed littered with makeup.  He caught Nishinoya’s eye just as Saeko was applying a last swipe of deep red lipstick to his lips, and Asahi felt his heart jump.  His friend’s eyes were accentuated with dark smoky eyeshadow and sharp eyeliner that exaggerated his already normally intense expression.  Long black eyelashes framed his brown eyes as they lit up at his friend’s arrival, his newly painted lips splitting into a smirk.

“Asahi-san, finally!!  We thought you might never show up.”

The older man blinked a few times and cleared his throat before replying as casually as he could.  He hadn’t expected to be so flustered and he was thrown completely off his game.  “W-what’re you guys up to?  I didn’t know you were into makeup Nishinoya.”  Asahi figited embarrassingly in the door frame and finally tore his eyes away from his friend to see that Saeko was sporting a similar makeup look and shooting him a smug smile.

“Nee-san was practicing popular western makeup and it looked rad!!”

“Ahh~ and Yuu is such a great model, it looks so good on him doesn’t it?”

“Thanks Nee-san!!”

Asahi felt his shoulders relax as the two bantered back and forth; with a second to breath he finally noticed the laptop paused on a foreign girl demonstrating the look they were practicing and the heavy Jrock music playing from Saeko’s phone.  He took a deep calming breath and stepped into the room, stopping next to the bed and giving his younger friend another quick once over.  “You’re really good at makeup Nee-san.”  She beamed up at him with a wide smile that matched her brother’s, but Asahi was distracted by the gleam in Nishinoya’s eyes that usually meant mischief was afoot.  Oh no.

“Nee-san, you should do Asahi-san’s makeup too!”

Asahi felt his face flush with heat as Saeko agreed enthusiastically with the idea.  He flailed his hands in denial and shook his head in embarrassment.  “I-I don’t think that’s a good idea guys.  I’m not – I mean – it wouldn’t look good on me like it does Nishinoya.  A-and I doubt I’ll be able to stand still whi-”

“No way, it’d look really cool on you!!”  Nishinoya cut off his rambling with a confident statement, and Asahi felt the heat travel to his ears.  He doubted he’d look good in it, and those makeup brushes looked a bit too soft and ticklish for his liking, but if Nishinoya thought so then maybe...?  He looked over that his friends and was met with two pairs of excited eyes staring back at him; right then he knew he’d lost.  He was too softhearted for this.  With a long sigh he gave into his fate.

“Alright, if you want to I guess it’s fine.”  He smiled exasperatedly as the two whooped and high-fived each other.  Saeko quickly pulled up the chair from her vanity and sat him down while she lined up the makeup in order of what she’d be using first.  She started with his eyes and though it felt weird to have stuff painted and patted onto his skin, the beginning it wasn’t that bad.  With his eyes closed it was easier to resist the urge to figit under all the attention, and he could just focus on the sound of the makeup video being paused and unpaused as they went through each step.  It was in English so he doubted the two understood a word she was saying, but they seemed to get the idea even without verbal instruction.  Next came mascara and he couldn’t focus on anything else while he was trying not to get black goop in his eyes, but he wasn’t so lucky on the next step.

“Next is something called contour.  This stuff gets everywhere and I don’t want to have to start over, so don’t move ok big guy?”  Saeko teased him as she reached for the fluffy brushes he was dreading.  He was fully aware of Nishinoya’s rapt attention now as she brought the brush to his cheekbones and he tried to focus anywhere but his friends gaze.  Asahi tensed all his muscles as the brush glided over his skin and he did his best not to flinch or close his eyes too tight and ruin his eye makeup.  She wasn’t kidding when she said the powder gets everywhere, he could see it dust onto his clothes and into the air slightly.  He sniffed and scrunched his nose only to get a light smack on the shoulder in warning, and he hummed in the back of his throat as she moved to match his other side.  While she worked he felt a pang of dread as a slight tickle started in his nose; he normally disliked sneezing in public because of the attention it got him but sneezing in this situation?  He couldn’t think of anything more embarrassing.  Saeko then switched out her brush for a much smaller more precise brush, loaded it with product, and proceeded to drag it up and down the right side of his already tickling nose.  He gasped.

“Hihhhhhh… Is there a chance you have anhhhy makeup brushes that aren’t so tihhhckly? snf!”

Saeko smiled sympathetically and shook her head. “Sorry man, this is what works best. Just hold on for a few minutes okay? Don’t sneeze.” She held his chin still as she continued to blend out the powder on the other side of his nose.

“I don’t know if I can promise th-ahhh… that.” He could tell she was trying to be more careful with the brush this time but his nose already tickled so it didn’t help much.  He could feel his nostrils twitch as she worked up the bridge of his nose and his breath gave the occasional hitch.  He avoided looking at Nishinoya, knowing full well that he could see every irritated twitch his face made as he held back his sneeze the best he could.

“Alright I’m going to contour the underside of your nose.  Hold your breath ok?”  He didn’t even have time to protest before the soft bristles were brushing under his nose and he knew he was done for. He quickly pushed her hands aside and turned his face away from them as his lungs yanked a desperate breath.

“hhhhhHHYAHHH-”

“AhHD’CHHhhuhh!!”

His first sneeze was loud and powerful and he quickly pinched his nose as more sneezes built, not caring as he smudged the makeup Saeko just applied.  His breath hitched and he stifled three more sneezes as best he could.

“ah’DJhht! hd’tCHhh!! hh- hH’DThh!  HhHHHhh-”

“Tissue?” Nishinoya’s voice cut in as he stuffed a few tissues into his friend’s hands, just in time for Asahi to let out a last big sneeze to finish off the tickle.

“ahhH’HHDTCHhhoo!!! ugh...”

To avoid any more outbursts Asahi immediately blew his nose, and a few more times just to make sure he was really done.  He looked up timidly as Nishinoya barked a short laugh but he found no malice or mockery there as he had worried, only mirth and fondness.  He felt the tightness in his chest ease.

“WOW Asahi-san, that was intense!!”

“Ahaha sorry Asahi, I didn’t mean to tickle you like that.  Here let me wipe this off for you, I won’t use contour this time.”  Saeko smiled as she gently wiped away the mess he was sure he’s left on his face.  He was tempted to check in the mirror behind him but decided to save himself the embarrassment of seeing black running down his ckeeks and brown smudged all up his nose.  Before they could try again they heard the door open.

“GUYS FOOD’S HERE!!”

Saeko immediately jumped up and hurried down to the kitchen, yelling something playfully at her brother.  As Asahi finished cleaning his face Nishinoya grabbed his attention.

“I was right you know,” his red lips smirked mischievously.  

“It looked good on you.”

#sneezefic #sneeze kink #sneeze meme #anime sneeze #sneeze #snz #snzfic #I'm rusty please don't drag me too hard lol #I'm proud that I actually wrote something #it's been forever #i'm posting this on ssf too

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Wait... What? (Richie)(Part 8)

A/n: I literally can’t figure how to not write too much so m... There’ll be nine parts HHH sorry. I did my best for teenage Richie. He’s aged up to like 16, almost 17 which Finn right about there so I guess it fits?

Word Count: 3160 (help me)

Anon: Pidge

The most ironic part of this night is that I hadn't even wanted to come.

Now here I was, exhausted to the point of delirium, tugging on Richie's hair as he piggyback carried me back from the park where we'd snuck out to play tag during the sleep over we were having at Bill's. I'd been bouncing off the walls and Bill was anxious his parents would wake up and murder us all so Eddie jokingly suggested playing tag. Long story short, we'd all gotten super into it and now I was exhausted beyond belief. After getting only three hours of sleep last night, my adrenaline had finally worn off and I was crashing. Hard.

On our way back, I noticed Bill and Stan walking close together, hands bumping, and it made me smile. "Do you think they like each other?" I whispered in Richie's ear. None of the boys had been able to carry me but Richie said that he could give me a piggy back ride. He did it all the time because I liked to touch and cuddle but I couldn't communicate that so instead I was just jump on his back and reason that it was funny and he went along with it because I was one of his best friends so why not?

Richie chuckled softly, his breath shallow from carrying me. "I think they've liked each other since the beginning of time. They're just bare;y pulling their head out of their asses though."

"Sounds painful," I mused. Richie snorted, his shoulders shaking me. When he almost tripped I frowned. "I can walk if you need me to Rich."

He hefted me, his hands holding the underside of my thighs. Usually my shorts would be knee length but during the summer I always wore them just a tad shorter, pushing the limits of what my parents would allow. His fingers brushed the bare skin just above my knees and it made me shiver. "I'll be fine," Richie assured. "Just stay warm, you're shivering."

My eyebrows knitted. "I'm not shivering because it's cold though." He seemed to hesitate in taking his next step but then continued. My answer must have surprised him, but he didn't ask about what I meant.

When we got to Bill's, we snuck in the front door. Bill's parents had gotten a pull out couch after we stopped being able to all fit in floor mats on the floor in Bill's room and when we also realized that having a girl alone with a bunch of boys in a room with a closed door was a weird thing.

The pullout had already been set up when we all first came here, but it didn't fit all of us. Stan, Bill, and Eddie took the pullout, Ben on the floor to the right and Mike on he floor to the left. After the boys had insisted I have the pullout all to myself I had planted myself in the s-ace behind the pullout, refusing to be 'the girl in the group' and Eddie had been glad to take my place, not wanting to sleep on the forty ground.

For the most part Eddie had gotten over his germiphobia but there were still certain things that bugged him- like sleeping on he floor with the bugs. Since this was Bill's house, we gave him the pullout as well and Stan ended up getting on there somehow too. -Ronan;y because Bill wanted him close.

Richie lay me down on my sleeping bag and then disappeared for a second to grab his, laying it next to mine. Mostly asleep, I pulled him close the second he was laying down. He chuckled. "I don't think this is going to work, Princess," he teased. I glared at him as he stood again, unzipping his sleeping bag so we could lay it on the ground. He lay on it and motioned for me to join him. I got where he was going, unzipping my own bag so we could drape it over us. He put his hand under his head and I rested my head on his bent elbow, burning my face in his chest and gripping his shirt so he was close. "Comfortable?" He quipped.

'You're warm," I hummed, smiling with my eyes closed.

He didn't say anything for a while and I thought he wasn't going to say anything at all, but then he finally cleared his throat and mumbled, "There are other activities we could do to warm up if that's all you're after."

Slipping into sleep, I giggled. "Only in my dreams, Tozier." And then I was gone.

When I woke up the next morning, I was warm. Warmer than usual. My eyebrows pressed together but my eyelids were too heavy to open. My body was made of lead, weighed down by warmth and comfort. I was wrapped up in a heavier blanket than normal, laying with more pillows than I thought I’d fallen asleep with last night.

Trying to hold onto the warmth and comfort that I had in my sleep, I pulled the pillow I was holding onto closer. And then it pulled back. There was a hum in my ear, cool breath on my neck that rose goosebumps all over my body. “Good morning, Princess.” The voice made my stomach twist, my heart thrumming. Familiar, but husky and rougher.

“Oh geez they’re worse than Bill and Stan.”

“You had to sleep next to Bill and Stan.”

“And LOOKING at them is worse than sleeping next to Bill and Stan.”

“If you say Bill and Stan one more time I’m going to throw up.”

“What about Stan and Bill?”

“You’ve been hanging out with Richie too much Ed, he’s rubbing off on you.”

“It’s called SASS moron. Richie’s just a dick.”

The pillow next to me moved and I started to realize that’s not actually what it was. “I’m not just A dick, I’m THE dick, and don’t forget it.” A smile tugged at my lips as my eyes finally slid open, my vision filled with freckles and messy back hair. “And, speaking of, the one thing that we have that Stan and Bill don’t is my wang, and I PROMISE it makes a difference.”

Groans echoed as Richie’s cackled sounded and I found myself mindlessly leaning up, pressing my lips to Richie’s next briefly. “Good morning, Trashmouth.” Red overtook Richie’s skin and the others’ groaning turned into laughter.

Another groan sounded that didn’t belong to Richie, me, Mike, Ben, or Eddie. “You guys are so LOUD!” Stan...

I smirked, sitting up so Richie’s arms fell round my waist rather than my shoulders. “I bet I could get them to get even louder by-“

“Okay, I was wrong earlier,” Mike complained. “YOU have been spending too much with Richie.”

Richie chuckled. “I mean, you have to know why she spend so much time with me...” His eyes met mine and I blushed. “She likes my company.” He winked at me and I buried my face in his chest. I could feel more than see the other boys rolling their eyes. Stan and Bill must have pulled apart and leaned over the side of the couch to where the rest of us were because they sounded close when Bill mumbled, “Good morning guys.” The other Losers echoed a return greeting.

After a second Eddie asked, “So are you guys finally together or do we have to endure MORE of this bullshit?” He pointed between Bill and Stan, who both looked at each other, smiling.

Bill eyes widened a bit and his head tilted. Obviously Stan was the man with the plan because he was the one who nodded. “Yeah, we are.” He paused, blushing. “If that’s what you want.” Bill nodded again, his face exploding with color. “Then yeah.”

I snorted. “You guys are so awkward. Isn’ it as easy as ‘you like me and I like you? Yeah? Then let’s go out. We can kiss and cuddle and gross out our friends and have the BEST s-“

“Look who’s talking!” Bill pointed out, his smile warding off his seriousness or anger. I had made a funny face while talking that had amused him enough to wipe away his faux grumpiness. But, once he spoke, my expression turned to one of confusion. There was a pause and then his eyes widened as he looked between me and Richie. I looked over at Richie, eyebrow quirked.

Richie and I weren’t dating, what could he be insinuating? We’d met the summer before freshman year by happenstance when I’d stopped at the pharmacy for supplies to heal up Ben - who, at the time, they’d also just met while saving him from Henry Bowers (who would later try to kill us all in Neibolt, not surprising any one of us when he ended up being a psychopathic murderer) - and had helped them sneak it out, all of us ending at the Quarry the next day. Ever since we met, Richie had been the most willing to interact with me. I had a crush on Bill at the time and I wasted that whole year liking him before I realized he liked Stan, a friend I’d made purely because Ben was too awkward, Mike was too quiet, I liked Bill, and Richie I didn’t trust to keep a secret. I had nothing against Eddie other than he already seemed to be really close with Richie and might have told him anything he found out... That and Stan and I kept just being pushed together. Bill was preoccupied with missing Georgie and the others were either hard to bond with or too busy and side tracked by other members in the club.

Stan, in denial at the time, had tried to help me get with Bill, but when Richie and I had hit it off and had grown really close by the end of the summer (mainly through Richie’s constant presence and me being the only one who could never get tired of him no matter how hard he tried), I realized that all my admiring Bill from a distance from before I was friends with the Losers had been pointless because now that I knew Bill, we were far better as friends or even siblings than as a couple. Bill never did find out that once upon a time I liked him. No one did but Stan. Obviously things were different now.

Especially with me and Richie.

From the beginning there was always more between us than just friendship. For the most part it started out as Richie being really flirty, which I didn’t think much of back then because his humor and innuendos were commonplace... but soon after school started up again, I realized that he didn’t talk to other girls like he talked to me. Even when he flirted with other girls he used tactics like winking or called them ‘Sweet Cheeks’ where with me he was more physical. Wrapped his arms around me, pulling me against him, kissing me on the cheek, pulling me into his lap. And he preferred ‘Princess’ or ‘Hot Stuff’ when it came to me, which he didn’t use for anyone else. There was me, and then there was everyone else and everyone else was ‘Sweet Cheeks’.

The things was, though, I had a very hard time explaining how I felt, and Richie had a habit of talking about his feelings as often as the moon turned blue and the grass was red. So between his closed off attitude and my awkwardness making me unable to communicate, we never officialized anything. Never even spoke about it. But as years passed, we definitely weren’t... just friends.

Still. I was thinking that maybe we had just gotten too close to like each other. Too close to fall in love. He had become a part of me, my other half. And when you were simply half of one whole... wouldn’t loving that other whole be like loving yourself? I wasn’t his best friend and he wasn’t my brother like the other Losers were for us. It was different. Honestly I don’t know what it was, what he had, but the thought of being Richie’s girlfriend scared me. It felt juvenile and silly, falling in love at our age. Like we were tempting fate to rip us apart and destroy absolutely everything we had. It was just easier to stay where we were.

Maybe I’d been doing that so long, getting comfortable with this ‘friends that act married’ thing we did, that actually dating him had stopped crossing my mind.

Richie reached up, brushing his pointer finger knuckle down the bridge of my nose to get my attention. I blinked and he smiled. “What’s on you mind, Princess?”

The other boys sighed and began moving away and I shrugged, brushing it off. “Nothing. Come on let’s help clean up.”

But it didn’t leave my mind the rest of the day. The rest of the week, even. I hadn’t really thought about what my feelings for Richie were exactly. We cuddled all the time. Kissed each other’s cheeks and foreheads and necks and hands. He himself was my home, and I always found myself looking forward to the sleepover nights. Not only because it meant I would be able to get away from sleeping under the uncomfortable Kissing Bridge, but also because it meant I got to hold Richie nearer, longer. I had stolen shirts from him as I grew older, sneaking into his window when nights were extra cold or extra dark or I felt extra lonely. He never complained, always eager to pull me close and hold me in a house he hated being in. I knew about his parents as well. I had met them, though they probably didn’t remember the several occasions, and had even been caught in Richie’s room by his dad. Who, seemingly drunk, had cackled maniacally and told Richie to have fun, giving him two thumbs up for ‘landing a girl that pretty.’ He then left us alone to go tell his wife and brag about how much of a Ladies’ Man his son was. Something about like father like son...

I imagined, for a second, my life without Richie. Without coming over in jeans and a tank top because I didn’t want to sleep in my shirts and make them any dirtier than necessary. I imagined now pulling on his faded but still bright, busy sweaters over my head to stay warm. Smirking like how he taught me, laughing at his jokes, the dirty sense of humor I’d developed or innuendos I’d begun delivering like second nature- all the things I’d picked up from him would be gone. Who was I before I was Richie Tozier’s other half, boosting him when he was down and letting him shine when the moment came? What was I before Richie was in my life?

Flashes of a dull loneliness, my eyes wandering over the Losers as I imagined a life with a boy who I didn’t know would become like my brother just a summer later. A world devoid of color or laughter as I sat quietly in the corner by myself, avoiding any eye contact and going weeks without talking as I read or listened to music. My voice croaking from disuse when teachers would call on me. Sagging shoulders, attention slipping as almost anything distracted me.

There was so much life to me that Richie put there. So much laughter he cause and energy he focused and added to. It wasn’t unfocused distraction. He taught me how to use that energy to boost others and lighten a room the same way he did. He tutored me because he was secretly a genius at school and when I didn’t understand something he could always, ALWAYS explain it just how I needed him to. I tried to imagine Richie not by my side in high school now that sophomore year was over and junior year was creeping up on us. No diner lunches or arcade days with barely any sunlight. No summers full of weeks of Richie teaching me to play each and every game one by one until I was good enough to play him and be a challenge, even if I didn’t win most of the time. Good enough until, every rare once in a while, I did win...

I couldn’t imagine it. In fact, trying to made me anxious. My chest constricted ad my head spun and tears burned at the back of my eyes. The world tilted and spun and I felt dizzy and nauseated.

“Hey are you okay?” I looked over to see Richie’s beautiful brown eyes, far too familiar but never not stunning. He looked at me, reading out to grab my hand, interlacing our fingers because he knew that touch was how I was comforted just as I knew the simple presence of his friends was enough to ease his emotions. I nodded but he pulled me to a stop. The others had long since gone home since Richie and I pushed Derry’s curfew limits to squeeze in just one more game before closing time. We were walking home now but I had been out of it all day. “You’re not,” he insisted, eyes full of genuine worry.

Trying to shake off the panicked feeling, reassuring myself that it was okay because Richie WAS here, I smiled. “Oh come on Tozier, you’re just trying to distract from how I totally kicked your ass today in, like, every game.”

He looked at me for a few more seconds before letting it go. He knew he would be able to either help me or get it out of me at some point, but the pushing and prodding never worked on either of us so we had long since learned to use other tactics. Our teasing went back and forth a while before we had to part ways. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he called.

I waved. “See you!” And, in my distracted state, I didn’t turn towards the house of the old woman I constantly visited. I hadn’t been to her house since school had ended since summers usually were for cramming as much time with Richie as I was allowed, but I called her grandma and she let me, which allowed me to pass her off as the grandma I was supposed to be living with when my friends got too close to figuring out that I had been living under a bridge since months before we had met.

Richie noticed my deviation, though. I would only realized he was following me when I would crawl into my little bundle of blankets under the bridge, closing my eyes and trying to clear my mind and heart of my worries and emotions from earlier.

My peace was shattered when Richie nearly screeched, “WHAT THE FUCK?”

#richie tozier #finn wolfhard #it #2017 #movie #imagines #imagine #x reader #FLUUUUUFFFFFFFFF #SO #MUCH #GODDAMN #FLUFF #I’M SO EXCTED #A little angst don’t shoot me #but mostly just a shit load of fluff

[bechloeislegit]

A to Z BeChloe

H is for HYPNOTIC LOVE

Jesse and Beca have been dating for 2 years. Chloe is still pining over Beca and Beca has no clue. Same old, same old. Right? Maybe. Maybe not.

Chloe slowly sipped at whatever concoction Amy had put together for their Bellas pre-Thanksgiving party. She continuously scanned the ever-growing crowd but her eyes always found their way back to Beca. Well, Beca and Jesse.

Jesse was always putting his arm around her waist and pulling her to him. Chloe knew it was wishful thinking but she could swear that Beca cringed every time he did. And she never put her arms around him.

Chloe sighed and looked to her right when she felt someone standing there.

"Still pining for your broody little Captain, I see," Aubrey said.

"I can't help it, Brey," Chloe said. "I just don't see how those two are even together. I'd be so much better for her than he is."

"Maybe it's time to move on," Aubrey said. "They don't appear to be heading for a breakup any time soon. You may be missing out on someone who can make you happy."

"She could make me happy," Chloe said softly. "I love her, Brey. I can't just turn that off and be with someone else. Believe me, I've tried."

"Look, I started seeing this guy," Aubrey said. "His name is Greg and his best friend is visiting for a few days. Why don't you come out with us? I think you two would make a good match."

"I don't know, Brey," Chloe said. "I don't want to start something with someone knowing how I feel about Beca. It wouldn't be fair to them."

"Greg's friend, Chicago, is on leave from the Army," Aubrey said. "He's only here for a few days. Just have lunch with him. The worst that could happen is you have lunch with a decent guy. Best case, you two hit it off and you give him something to remember when he returns to Spain."

"Army guy, huh?," Chloe said sounding interested now. "You might be right. I mean, he won't be around long so we could have some fun and no one gets hurt."

"Good," Aubrey said. "We're meeting at TGIFriday's at Noon tomorrow."

Chloe took another look at Jesse and Beca. They were on the dance floor dancing to a slow song. Beca had her head on Jesse's chest and her arms around his waist.

"I'll be there," Chloe said and downed the rest of her drink in one gulp.

~hHh~ ~hHh~ ~hHh~

The next day, Chloe made it to TGIFriday's just a little past Noon. She went in and saw Aubrey sitting with two guys, both of whom were quite attractive. Aubrey waved her over and she went to the table.

As she got to the table, both guys stood.

"Hi, sorry I'm late," Chloe said and sat down.

"That's okay," Aubrey said. "We just sat down. Chloe, this is Greg, and the guy next to you is Chicago."

"Nice to meet you both," Chloe said taking a good look at Chicago.

He was really cute. He smiled at her. "It's nice to meet you, too."

"Aubrey's told me a lot about you," Greg said. "It's nice to finally meet you."

"Likewise," Chloe said.

Chloe couldn't take her eyes off Chicago. Even better, at least in her mind, he couldn't take his eyes off her.

"Maybe Aubrey was right," Chloe thought to herself. "Chicago could just be the distraction I need."

Lunch was going great and Chloe was finding herself more and more attracted to Chicago. They were just finishing when Chloe's phone rang.

"I'm sorry," Chloe said getting up. "I need to take this."

Chloe walks away and answers the call.

"Hey, Becs. What's up?"

"Where are you?," Beca asked. "I've searched the whole house for you."

"Lunch date," Chloe said. "What did you want?"

"Oh, sorry for interrupting your date," Beca said. "The Trebles want to know if we, meaning the Bellas, want to go with them to some show that Benji heard about. It's a hypnotist or something. Anyway, we have to let them know so they can get tickets. It's for the day after tomorrow."

"Sounds like fun," Chloe said. "I'll need four tickets."

"Four?"

"Yeah," Chloe said. "I'm going to invite Aubrey and her new boyfriend. Then there's me and Chicago. He's really nice so I'm going to ask him to go."

"Oh, um, okay," Beca said. "You'll have to tell me about this new guy of yours when you get back."

"Okay," Chloe said. "I gotta go. Chicago's waiting."

"Oh, right, yeah," Beca said. "I'll see you later."

Chloe ended the call and went back to the table.

"How would you three feel about going with a group of us to see a hypnotist the day after tomorrow?"

"Why, Miss Beale," Chicago said. "Is this your way of asking me out? If so, I am totally on board."

"Good," Chloe said and smiled. She looked across the table at Aubrey and Greg. "What about you two?"

"A hypnotist? Sounds like fun," Greg said.

"We're in," Aubrey said with a big smile. She knew Chloe and Chicago would hit it off and she was glad to see her best friend putting in the effort.

"This is so exciting," Chloe said. "I've never seen a hypnotist before. Well, except on TV."

"I hear that under hypnosis you do things that are honest," Aubrey said. "Like they can't make you do things against your will. You still have some personal control."

"I can't wait," Chloe said.

Aubrey and Greg started talking and Chicago turned to Chloe. "So, do I have to wait two days to see you again?"

"Depends on what you have in mind," Chloe said.

"How would you feel about dinner and a movie tomorrow night?"

"I'd like that," Chloe said with a smile. "Give me your phone."

Chicago hands over his phone and Chloe puts her number in. "Call or text me to let me know what time," Chloe said. "Or call me just because."

"Just because?"

"Yeah," Chloe said her smile bigger. "Just because you want to."

"I'll call you later then," Chicago said with a grin.

The two sat smiling at each other when Chloe noticed the time. "I have to go. I have Bellas practice and I still need to change."

"I'm glad I met you," Chicago said. "And I will definitely call you later. Just because."

"I look forward to it," Chloe said and smiled.

"I'll talk to you later, Chloe," Aubrey said. "Be careful."

"I will," Chloe said. "It was nice meeting you, Greg."

"I'll walk you out," Chicago said and stood when Chloe did.

Chloe just smiled and led Chicago out of the restaurant. Chicago walked Chloe to her car and opened the door for her. Before she could get in he took her arm to stop her and kissed her on the cheek. Chloe looked at him and then put her hand behind his neck and pulled him to her. She kissed him on the lips and he kissed her back. He pulled back and smiled at her.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Chloe said as she got in her car.

Chicago walked back into the restaurant with a smile on his lips.

~hHh~ ~hHh~ ~hHh~

Chloe rushed into the Bellas House and up to her room to change for rehearsals. She hurried out and rushed in just a few minutes late.

"Sorry, I'm late," Chloe said.

"Your lunch date must have been good," Stacie said with a wink and a smirk.

"It was," Chloe said with a big smile. "We're going out again tomorrow night."

"Tell us about him," Fat Amy said.

"Save it for later," Beca interrupted. "We need to practice. Places everyone."

Rehearsal goes on and Beca is satisfied with how well everything was sounding. She finally called an end to it and the girls all gathered their belongings and headed back to the house.

Beca started cleaning up the rehearsal area and Chloe stayed to help.

"So, you liked the guy Aubrey set you up with?," Beca asked.

"Yeah," Chloe said with a big smile. "He's really cute and sweet. Has a nice body, too."

"That's, uh, nice," Beca said.

The two continued to work quietly. Once they were done Beca asked Chloe if she wanted to grab a coffee together before they went back to the house.

"Sorry, Becs," Chloe said. "I'm just going to head back to the house. I've got a lot of homework to do. Plus, Chicago said he'd call."

"Oh, um, okay," Beca said. "I guess I'll, um, see you at home."

Chloe left and Beca was standing in the middle of the auditorium alone. Alone and thinking.

"Chloe and I always get coffee together after practice," Beca mumbled. "And since when did she sit around waiting for some guy to call? She must really like him."

Beca continued to stand there, wondering why she felt so weird about Chloe liking this guy she just met. Maybe it was just her best friend instincts kicking in. She shook it off and went to get her coffee before heading back to the house.

~hHh~ ~hHh~ ~hHh~

The next night, Beca was coming home from a late night at the radio station. She was almost home when she saw a couple standing on the front porch at the front door. It only took a second for her to realize it was Chloe and who she assumed was Chicago, the guy Chloe had been talking about all day.

Beca stopped and watched the couple for a minute. She knew they were talking although she couldn't hear what they were saying. Something in the intimate way they were standing together caused a pain in Beca's chest. She saw Chloe lean up and into him before she turned away. She didn't want it to seem like she was spying on them. And she especially didn't want to see Chloe kissing him.

Beca heard the front door close and she turned to see Chicago coming down the walk. She watched as he got into a car and drove away. It wasn't until the car's tail lights were out of sight that she made her way into the house.

Beca closed the door behind her and heard laughter coming from the kitchen.

"Come on, Chloe," Beca heard Stacie say. "True confessions time. Did you get lucky?"

Not wanting to hear the answer, Beca hurried up the stairs to her room. She changed into her pajamas and laid on her bed. A few minutes later there was a knock on the door and someone was coming up the steps.

"Hey," Chloe said as reached the top. "I thought I heard you come in."

"Late night at the station," Beca said. "So, um, how was the date?"

"It was fine," Chloe said. "He's a really great guy. You'll get to meet him tomorrow night."

"Right," Beca said. "The hypnotist show."

"Want to share my dessert?"

"Dessert?" Beca sat up, her interest piqued. "What is it?"

"Tiramisu," Chloe said holding up a bag and two forks. "I made Chicago by me one to go so I could share it with you."

"You had your date buy you a dessert to share with someone else? Ballsy, Beale."

"I know how much you like it," Chloe said as she sat on Beca's bed.

The two shared the Tiramisu and spent an hour talking about nothing and everything.

~hHh~ ~hHh~ ~hHh~

The next evening, the girls were getting ready to leave for the show. They were ready and everyone was waiting for Beca.

"Isn't Jesse picking her up?," Chloe asked.

"She told him she was riding with us and he should go with the Trebles," Fat Amy said.

"What about you?," Jessica asked Chloe. "Isn't your new guy picking you up?"

"It's like I told you last night," Chloe said. "He's a sweet guy and all but we decided we'd just be friends. He's riding with Aubrey and Greg."

The girls all turn when they hear CR let out a whistle. Beca blushed and did a little swagger as she continued down the stairs.

"Looking hot there, Captain," CR said.

"Thank you," Beca said.

"Wow, Beca," Chloe said. "You look great."

"So, do you," Beca said staring at Chloe for a moment longer than was probably warranted. "Um, you all do," Beca added looking around at the group. "Shall we go?"

Beca is the last one out and makes sure the door is locked. Chloe waits and when Beca is done, links their arms together as they walk towards the Bellas bus.

The Trebles are waiting when the Bellas arrive. Jesse rushes over to Beca and pulls her into a quick kiss. Chloe turns and walks away to join the others. Aubrey, Greg, and Chicago join them shortly after.

Once inside, they are ushered to a long table near the front and close to the stage. Beca motions Chloe to the seat next to her, and Chloe has no choice but to comply. Chicago holds the chair out for Chloe and they both sit. Chloe introduces Chicago to Beca and Jesse.

Two waitresses come to the table and take their drink orders. Once they walk away, Beca turns to say something to Chloe but she has her back turned to Beca and she is talking softly with Chicago. Beca frowns a bit but turns back to speak with Jesse.

"So that's Beca," Chicago leaned in close to whisper to Chloe.

"Yeah, that's her," Chloe softly responded.

"She's hot," Chicago whispered. "I can see why you're into her."

"Too bad, she's got a boyfriend," Chloe said.

"Maybe you should make her jealous," Chicago said. "Let her know what she's missing."

Chloe couldn't help but smile. "You just want me to kiss you again."

"Well, I wouldn't be against it," Chicago said with a small laugh.

"Sorry, but it's like I told you last night," Chloe said. "A kiss on the cheek is all I can promise you."

Just then the lights dimmed and the waitresses were serving their drinks. Everyone turned to face the stage as the announcer introduced the hypnotist.

"Ladies and gentlemen. Tonight we have a special performance. He's a magician. He's a hypnotist. Please give it up for Steven!"

A spotlight shines on stage and the audience applauds. They grow quiet as they watch the stage and nothing happens. The spotlight goes wider and a woman walks to the middle of the lighted circle. She smiles and suddenly puts her hands in the air and dramatically brings them down and the entire stage lights up. There is a collective gasp from the audience when the woman is gone and in her place is a man.

"Good evening, folks. I'm Steven." The place erupts in applause.

"Thank you, thank you," Steven said. "I'd like to introduce you to my lovely assistant, Katarina."

The same woman walks onto the stage from the side and there is more applause.

"The first part of the show is all about magic," Steven said as he walks back and forth across the stage. He waves his hand and is now holding a 'magic' wand. He looks at his assistant and waves the wand.

Beca smiles as she looks over at Benji and sees him practically sitting on the edge of his seat, his eyes wide, and a smile plastered on his face.

"Benji seems to be enjoying the show," Chloe whispered in Beca's ear.

Beca turned a little to see Chloe. "I have a feeling we'll be hearing about these tricks for weeks to come."

Chloe chuckled and they both turned to enjoy the show.

After about an hour of magic, Steven makes an announcement.

"Ladies and gentlemen, that ends the magic portion of this evening. Next up will be some hypnotism."

The audience applauds.

"We're going to have a 15-minute break while the crew clears the stage," Steven said. "During the break, I will be asking several members of the audience to assist me with the next segment."

The house lights came up and everyone started murmuring and some went to the restrooms. Steven came to the Trebles/Bellas table.

"Are you all here as one group?," Steven asked.

"We are," Jesse said. "Most of us attend Barden University and are part of The Treblemakers and The Bellas. Barden's award-winning acapella groups."

"I need six volunteers for the next part of the show," Steven said. "How would some of you like to help me out?"

Beca scoffed and scrunched her nose.

"I see our first volunteer," Steve said eying Beca. "How about it?"

"No," Beca said.

"Come on, Beca," Jesse said. "It will be fun. Go ahead."

Beca shook her head and looked around the table. All she saw were smirks and raised eyebrows.

"Okay. Fine," Beca said. "I'll do it."

"Great," Steven said. "Now I just need five more. You, you, um, you." Chicago, Aubrey, and CR all nodded in agreement. "You and you." The last two selected were Donald and Bumper.

The six friends went on stage with Steven and he had them sit in chairs that were already lined up. Soon, the show started up again.

"Welcome back," Steven said. "We have our six volunteers. Let's find out their names. Starting with you." He pointed to Bumper who was in the first chair.

"I'm Bumper."

"CR."

"Chicago."

"Aubrey."

"Donald."

"Beca."

There was a polite round of applause after the introductions.

"Okay, I'm going to put you all under," Steven said looking at the six volunteers. Chloe could see Beca rolling her eyes and laughed. Steven continued. "I will then take one or two of you and offer some suggestions on things for you to do." He looks out to the audience. "Are we ready?"

Yeahs and yeses were thrown out.

"I want the six of you on the stage to listen to the sound of my voice. Ignore all other sounds. My voice is the only voice you will obey. Now I want you all to breathe deeply in and out. In and out. Just like that. Okay, now you will start to feel tired and your body will start relaxing starting at your feet. Moving up to your legs. Feel how relaxed you are. Now moving up your body, your hips, chest, and arms are relaxed." People oooh when they see the six volunteers' arms drop down to their sides. "Now your shoulders and your neck. I'm going to count to three and you will all close your eyes and sleep. Three."

All six volunteers closed their eyes and their heads fell forward so their chins were on their chest.

"Let's see if they are really under," Steven said to the audience. He turns to his volunteers. "I want those of you on the stage to stand and salute the audience."

The group as one stood and held a salute. "At ease," Steven said. "You may all sit down."

The group sat. "Now, Bumper and CR, please stand and face each other." Bumper and CR do as they are told. "You are at Cinderella's Ball and a waltz comes on. Bumper, ask CR to dance with you and then dance the waltz."

"May I have the pleasure of this dance?," Bumper asked and bowed in front of CR.

"I'd be delighted," CR answered and curtsied.

Bumper took CR's right hand in his left. He then placed his right hand on her hip. CR placed her left hand on Bumper's shoulder. Bumper moved them around the stage as the audience clapped.

"And, the music has stopped," Steven said. "You may now go back to your seats."

Bumper and CR sat down. "Next we have Chicago. Chicago, please stand and walk over to me like a chicken."

Chicago stands and then puts his hand under his armpits and starts to strut like a chicken. He jerks his head back and forth and the audience laughs.

"Are you laying an egg?," Steven asked. The audience howled with laughter when Chicago gets a funny look on his face and squats down slightly. He started clucking loudly and turned to look behind him. He then settled on the "egg" as if he were in a nest.

"Okay, okay," Steven said with a laugh. "You are no longer a chicken. You are Chicago and you may return to your seat." Chicago stood up and walked back to his seat and sat down.

Steven looks down at Jesse sitting at the Trebles/Bellas table. "Are either of these three in a long-term relationship and their significant other is here?"

"Beca is my girlfriend," Jesse said before anyone else had a chance. "We've been together for two years."

"Perfect. Thank you," Steven said and returned his attention to Aubrey and Donald. He asked them both to stand and face each other. "Aubrey, you and Donald are talking to each other. Show us what you got. Oh, and one more thing, you have to sing your conversation to each other using parts of actual songs and they have to be the first thing you think of."

The audience laughs as Donald starts things off.

"Your mama don't dance and your daddy don't rock and roll."

Aubrey starts doing a sexy little dance as she sings.

Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me? Don't cha?

Donald jumps in.

When will you get the picture? You're the past, I'm the future. Get away, it's my time to shine.

Aubrey counters with the Spice Girls.

Who do you think you are? I said, who — some kind of superstar?

Donald throws in some Justin Timberlake.

The bridge has been burned, now it's your turn to cry.

Aubrey gets the last word.

You're a spineless, pale, pathetic lot, and you haven't got a clue. I'll make a man out of you

"And, stop," Steven said. The audience cheers and laughs. "You may both go sit now. That was quite an interesting conversation."

After Aubrey and Donald sit, Steven looks at the audience. "That was pretty impressive, wasn't it? They can both really sing."

The audience claps and cheers, the most noise coming from the Trebles and the Bellas. Chloe looked over and was thankful that Amy and Stacie both had their phones out taking video of everything happening on stage. She looked back to see what this guy had in store for Beca.

The audience quieted down and Steven said, "Beca would come over here please?"

Beca gets up and walks over to Steven. "Hello, Beca. Do you know where you are and what is going on?"

"Yes," Beca responded. "We are at a hypnotist show and you have six of us on stage to try and hypnotize us."

"Try to hypnotize?," Steve asked. "You don't think you can be hypnotized?"

"No, I don't," Beca replied causing some light laughter from the audience. Beca looked out at them with her most intense glare. Jesse and Chloe both couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Fair enough," Steven said. "So, I know you're here with a group. Who are they?"

"The Barden Bellas," Beca said with pride. "And the Barden Treblemakers. We're acapella groups at Barden University."

"Is there someone special that you are here with?"

"Yes," Beca said with a soft smile on her face. "Very special."

"Would you say you love this special someone?"

"Yes, yes I would."

"Are you perhaps in love with this special someone?"

"Very much so."

Jesse is grinning from ear to ear. He's been wondering if Beca loved him and now she has admitted publicly, albeit under hypnosis, that she is in love with him.

"Why don't you go down and kiss that special someone you are in love with?"

"Okay."

Beca started walking toward the stairs to get off the stage. Once down, she walks around the end of the table. Jesse stands up with a big smile on his face. Beca walks toward him and continues past him. Jesse's smile drops as he watches Beca walk by him.

"Beca?"

Beca stops in front of Chloe's chair and pulls her up.

"Beca, what are you doing?," Chloe asked in shock.

"I'm kissing the special someone I'm in love with," Beca said.

Beca took Chloe's face in her hands. Chloe looked over Beca's shoulder and sees the hurt look on Jesse's face.

"Beca, maybe you should-" Beca cuts off whatever Chloe was going to say by crashing her lips into Chloe's. Chloe can't help herself and starts to kiss Beca back.

Beca moans into the kiss. Chloe puts her hands on Beca's hips and pulls her in closer. The Bellas started cheering. Jesse stormed off.

"This is awkward," Steven said causing the audience to cheer. "I'm going to have to end this now." Some in the audience booed. "Bumper, CR, Chicago, Aubrey, Donald, and Beca. Listen to my voice and my voice only. I will count backward from three. When I reach one you will awaken and remember everything you did and heard. Ready. Three. Two. One."

The group on stage wake up and look at each other somewhat embarrassed.

"Did I really act like a chicken?," Chicago asked Aubrey who nodded.

"You dance a pretty damn fine waltz, CR," Bumper said.

"You weren't so bad yourself," CR said.

"Beca?," Chloe said quietly as Beca pulled back from the kiss.

Beca has a smile on her face until she remembers Jesse. She slowly turns to look over her shoulder but doesn't see him.

"Um, Jesse stormed out when you kissed me," Chloe told her.

"Shit," Beca said. "I'm sorry, Chlo."

"I understand," Chloe said as a tear fell down her cheek.

"No, you don't," Beca said. "I meant every word and I meant the kiss, too. I said I'm sorry because I have to leave you to rush after Jesse and try to explain. I do love you, Chloe. I think I've loved you for a while but was too scared to tell you. I'm sorry it took getting hypnotized to be able to tell you and show you how I feel."

"Go after Jesse," Chloe said. "Come find me when you've talked to him."

"Thank you," Beca said and kissed her once more.

Beca turned to go after Jesse and Chloe stopped her. "I love you, too."

Beca gave Chloe a big smile and raced out to try and find Jesse. She didn't have to go far as he was sitting on the steps outside the theater with his head in his hands.

"Hey," Beca said.

"How long?"

"How long what?"

"How long have you been in love with Chloe?"

"I honestly don't know. A while I guess."

"Did you ever have feelings for me?"

"Jesse," Beca said and sat next to him. "I swear I loved you when we first started out. But, somewhere along the way, we became more like best friends than boyfriend and girlfriend."

Jesse scoffs and looks away from her.

"Come on, Jesse," Beca said pulling on his arm to get him to turn back to her. He does and she continues. "Be honest. Have you loved me this whole time?"

Jesse sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I thought I did." He sighed again and looked at Beca. "But, you're right. We haven't really been a couple for a while."

"I am sorry, Jesse," Beca said. "I didn't mean to hurt you or embarrass you tonight. I do love you, just not in that way anymore."

"I know," Jesse said and put his arms around Beca. He pulled her into a hug and kissed the top of her head. "Does Chloe at least love you back?"

"Yeah," Beca said. "She just said it back to me."

"Okay, then," Jesse said. "I guess Jeca is out and BeChloe is now canon."

"Oh, my God," Beca said and pulled back to look at him. "Have you been talking to Amy?"

"Yep," Jesse said. "Except she calls you two Bhloe. That doesn't sound right to me so I'm on the BeChloe bandwagon."

Beca laughed. "You're a great guy, Jesse. I'm sorry I'm not the girl for you."

Jesse wiped a tear from Beca's cheek. "Don't worry about me. I'll be fine."

"Is everything okay here?," Aubrey asked.

Beca and Jesse looked back to find their entire group standing behind them.

"Yeah," Jesse said. "It's all good. Where's Chloe?"

"Um, right here," Chloe stepped out from behind Aubrey and Greg.

Jesse stood and walked back to Chloe.

"I'm sorry, Jesse," Chloe said with tears in her eyes.

"Don't be," Jesse said. "Treat her right and she'll be the best thing that ever happened to you."

Chloe let out a small sob and Jesse pulled her into a hug. "Thank you, Jesse."

Jesse released Chloe and wiped at his eyes. "Okay, Trebles, let's go home."

The guys bid the girls a good night and followed Jesse to their bus. He looked back once and smiled at Beca who was now standing next to Chloe. She gave Jesse a teary-eyed smile before he turned and got on the Trebles bus.

"Are you okay?," Chloe asked.

"Yeah," Beca said. "I'm okay." Beca wiped her face and cleared her throat. "Alright you losers, let's go home."

Chloe turned and hugged Aubrey. "Call me tomorrow," Aubrey whispered to Chloe.

"I will," Chloe told her.

The rest of the girls hugged Aubrey and Beca looked over to see Chloe hugging Chicago. She felt a pang of jealousy which is quickly replaced by one of warmth when Chloe rushed over to her and pulled her into a hug. Chloe kissed Beca. She pulled back with a smile on her face. She takes Beca's hand and they start walking to the Bellas bus.

"We'll talk later," Chloe said as they walked. "But for now, I am going to relish this moment. This will be something we will tell our grandkids."

"Grandkids?"

Songs used by Donald and Aubrey:

Your Mama Don't Dance by Loggins and Messina Don't Cha by The Pussycat Dolls The Boy is Mine by Brandy and Monica Who Do You Think You Are by The Spice Girls Cry Me A River by Justin Timberlake I'll Make a Man Out of You from Disney's Mulan

#bechloe fanfiction #bechloe #beca mitchell #chloe beale