#this made me actually uh. touch them again which was fun!!
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for the WIP game, tripped and fell on you if you haven't done it already (if you have, haunted max AU, I always love the imagery you post for that one!)
hiiiiiii, I haven't done any of them yet so you're good gonna put them under a readmore so ppl don’t gotta scroll
tripped and fell on you - the hookup to enemies to lovers 6167 (Mark Stone/Max Pacioretty) au where!!! for some reason, the summer before Mark gets drafted, he hooks up with max for like. three days straight, and THEN they have their whole like. thing where they're rivals (mutual rivals, even) and then they both end up in Vegas.
Mark is 18 in this fic and Max is about 21:
But Max isn’t storming off in a huff, rolling his eyes and muttering like the other people who have decided he wasn’t worth their time have done before. He’s dragging Mark along, hand warm and firm on Mark’s wrist. He doesn’t look angry - well, more angry than strong eyebrows and a serious face does in general, anyway. It’s a serious face, Mark thinks, but no less pretty for it. His lashes are long and dark, fanning over his cheeks when he blinks.
Max looks over, acknowledging Mark’s attention with a small upturn of his mouth. Mark thinks, a little stupidly, that he’d probably follow Max anywhere, right now.
Max doesn’t drag him all the way back to the parking lot, instead stopping short at the narrow opening between two buildings. He stops abruptly, so Mark almost topples over him, but Max reroutes his momentum and pushes him into the narrow alleyway.
Before his mouth can form any protests, Max has him pressed against the brick wall, rough against his t-shirt. Max lets go of his wrist, and instead moves to put one hand behind Mark’s neck, and the other on his shoulder. He looks at Mark, almost eye to eye.
“Uhm.” Mark finally says. His brain stalling out on what Max’s plan is. Mark’s blood is thumping through his brain, a one word refrain - kiss kiss kiss.
and, just for kicks: the haunted max au! (titled tentatively, no home for a hollow man) I have so so little of this one actually written. it's mostly just vibes in my head lol. (a 6167 hanahaki/half amnesia (part of the surgery to remove the flowers also erased the memories of the person Max loved) heavy on the angst! Max thinks, very truly, that he's haunted. This part is from where Max reads Mark's journal, and then, later, after they become nameless pen pals.
Mark’s Journal, excerpted, page 6, undated.
It’s all supposed to be fine, you know? It’s always been fine before. People come and go, good people, bad people. Exceptional people. It’s never felt like this, though. Like a hole in my chest. Like a blind spot that I don’t even remember is there until something hits. Or doesn’t.
I hate it.
There, I admit it. I know Kelly is my friend, but he made a stupid decision. A series of them, culminating in the dumbest decision of them all like a big avalanche of shit.
And the only person I want to talk to is the one person I can’t talk about.
–
Max looks at the letter, holding the paper in his hands. He can see where M had scribbled something out - can feel the indentations on the paper, and read what had been written underneath.
“I love him. I know he’s right there, but he’s gone. And I still love xxx him.” After that, the letter had picked up back where it left off, talking about the Vegas Powerplay, and how it seemed to be limping along. The part that was marked out with x’s was impossible to make out, the paper so saturated with ink it had warped and almost torn.
Max thinks about that crossed out line, and grabs a pen.
I don’t know you, which makes this easier to tell to you than anyone else: It feels like I died, but my body kept going. Am I even here? I must be, because I’m writing this letter. But am I the same as I was? I’m not even sure what happened to me. Every time I try to think about it, all I can see is how I am now, like a two-way mirror. Is he on the other side watching the things I do? Does he look at me and see the way that I am? Is this what he wanted? Does he know why I feel so empty? Did he feel whole?
Was he happy? If he was, why am I like this now?
The doctors say everything looks fine, normal, good. Every time they say that, I see the pity in their eyes. Poor Max, he survived. That’s not how it usually goes, I don’t think.
I hate not knowing how things were and still missing them.
#hrpf#6167#ask meme#aaaa thank youuuuuuu#this made me actually uh. touch them again which was fun!!#hockey rpf
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I WANNA BE YOURS | LIONESSES X READER | PT 6
pairings: lionesses x reader
summary: in which you're accidentally added to a random group chat, not knowing they're all actually famous footballers, and obliviously end up having many of them competing for your love and attention.
part: six
part one here
✦ ——— ✦ ——— ✦
yourusername: a little photo dump
yourbestiesusername: i'm really proud of that first pic i took of you, i'm coming for your career
↳ yourusername: oi photography's my thing, go find another career
lucybronze: this is cute. you are really beautiful! ❤️
↳ yourusername: OMG NO WAY TYSM!! you're amazing ilysm!!
↳ lucybronze: thank you! @ yourusername
usera omg. the REAL lucy bronze commented on your post!!
↳ yourusername i am not okay rn
✦ ——— ✦ ——— ✦
THE NATIONAL DIVING TEAM
the imposter
YOU GUYS
GUESS WHAT OMG
the REAL karate kid
what happened?
lotte
is everything alright?
the imposter
NO EVERYTHING IS NOT OKAY
neev
you're kinda scaring me now
the imposter
i know i'm not a woso fan yet
bcuz i'm still incredibly uncultured
and literally don't know anyone yet
elton
yeah we know
the imposter
BUT LUCY BRONZE COMMENTED ON MY POST
I AM SCREAMING
the REAL karate kid
WHAT
neev
WOAH WOAH
hold on
stairway
that old grandma can actually use insta??
rusty metal
OI
that is so rude and offensive!
to that old grandma ....
the REAL karate kid
SHUT UP
rusty metal
the disrespect children have nowadays
unbelievable
well i'm glad she made your day y/n <3
the imposter
thank you!!!
i'm gonna go thrive in my happiness for the
rest of my life for a celebrity noticing me
peace out
lotte
well i'm glad she's happy
willybum
i need to up my game now
the REAL karate kid
me too
stairway
y'all are such simps
neev
says one of the simps herself
stairway
shut up niamh
✦ ——— ✦ ——— ✦
THE NATIONAL DIVING TEAM
brightness
you know
i just remembered that y/n is still in here
and we don't know like anything about her
at all
door knob
oh yeah
we only know her name
the imposter
i literally only kinda know your names
and that is it
neev
she got a point there
the imposter
honestly i don't get why i'm even still in this chat
not that i'm complaining
stairway
you've been fun to talk to these past few weeks
unlike most of the people on this group chat
who simply decide to ignore their notifications
elton
yeah fr
i didn't feel the need to make a new chat tbh
the imposter
i'm honoured?
elton
you should be
the imposter
uh okay ...
well
i'm 22
i'm a pro photographer and media editor/manager
and uhh i live in london?
idk what else to say tbh
stairway
photography's so cool!
the imposter
thank you!
earpsy
is toone being 10x more annoying
because i'm sick or?
the REAL karate kid
nah she's just that annoying
elton
now that is just rude
willybum
she has an encylcopedia on
how to be annoying
elton
STOP SAYING THAT WORD
wait
guys
neev
oh no
willybum
today on stupid stuff toone is going to say!
elton
oi! i'm not stupid!
the REAL karate kid
you literally thought germany started with j
elton
I WAS UNDER PRESSURE OKAY
anyway as i was about to say
isn't it crazy to think that the money you have
has probably been or could be in like
a stripper's bra or underwear at some point
the REAL karate kid
why does your brain function this way 😭
stairway
wait a sec-
....
she has a point
neev
STOP 😭
that is ALL what i'm gonna think about now
the imposter
never touching cash again that's for sure 😭
willybum
donating all my cash to the trash now
lotte
oh my days
why
just why
meado
WHAT DID I JUST READ 😭😭
part seven here
#lionesses x reader#woso x reader#engwnt x reader#engwnt#alessia russo x reader#leah williamson x reader#ella toone x reader#niamh charles x reader#georgia stanway x reader#lucy bronze x reader#lotte wubben moy x reader#woso imagine#woso#woso fanfics#women football
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october nineteenth
day nineteen: steve harrington
you find a guy at a halloween party dressed in a matching costume. guess you have to hook up with him, right? | 18+, mdni, smut, fem!reader | 2k
detailed content warnings: grinding, hooking up with a stranger, fem!reader, some light praise kink, oral (f receiving), p in v sex, doggy style, people hearing you fuck
Your costume is a bit uninspired. It was supposed to be a couples costume but your date called last week to say he finally made it official with some other girl, so.
Here you are, Baby from Dirty Dancing without her Johnny.
You’ve made it a bit sluttier than planned to compensate. Jean cutoffs as short as you can find and a white button up tied just below your breasts, which are pushed up and out by your best bra.
All of your friends ooh and ahh and tell you you’re sure to attract some attention tonight. The party it at the house of some guy you don’t really know, but you’re still excited by the atmosphere and how good you know you look. When you get there you immedietly grab a drink and start having fun. You dance, you laugh, you take a shot.
You’ve got a light buzz by the time he walks in.
A guy dressed as Johnny. At least that’s who you think he’s dressed as — tight black tank top showing his biceps and black pants that hug his ass like a dream. He’s handsome in a way that makes your throat dry.
He locks eyes with you from across the room and his eyes rake across your costume with obvious interest. Wow, you’re pretty sure you’ve never met this guy before but he’s really checking you out. Then he winks at you and disappears into the crowd.
Okay. Tonight might be more fun than you anticipated. If you can find him again.
You wander around the house with your friends, one eye on the crowd, but you don’t see him. A flash of black, a tanned shoulder, coiffed hair. But no actual Johnny.
Until you’re in the kitchen by yourself getting some water from the tap.
“Baby?” someone says behind you. You whirl around and there he is. “Hi,” he says, mouth pulled up into an infuriatingly handsome smirk.
“Hi…Johnny?”
“Well, I tried,” he says. “I’m Steve.” He holds out his hand to shake and you pump it twice.
“Hi, Steve.” You tell him your actual name and he repeats it. “Wanna dance, Steve?”
He looks a bit surprised but glances at the mosh of people and then you, heat in his gaze. “Guess we have to, right? I’m not lifting you, though. Patrick Swayze is way stronger than me, I can admit it.”
You laugh and grab his hand and drag him to the floor.
It’s the point in the night where people are practically dry humping to the music, so you press close to Steve as you dance, making sure you’re always touching as you spin and move.
You turn around a few times and press your ass against his front just to see what he’ll do. His hands fly to your hips every time, thumbs pressing into the bare skin above your waistband. By the third time you do it, you feel him hard against you and you crane your neck so you can see his face.
“Do you want to find a room?” he says in your ear, breath hot on your skin.
You nod. Steve grabs your hand and drags you from the floor and through the hallways of the house like he knows it well. You make it up the stairs and he tries a few doors but they’re all locked or otherwise occupied, based on the shouts from behind them. He curses and then tugs you into…a bathroom?
“Not what I was aiming for, but it’ll do,” he says and kicks the door shut. You hop up on the counter and he stands between your legs, hands squeezing your bare thighs.
Neither of you seem totally sure what to do next. Your arousal courses through your veins but you wait for him to make the next move.
“I, uh, don’t do this a lot,” he says.
“Hook up with random girls at parties?”
He swallows and nods. “We don’t have to do anything,” he assures you. “You just…you look so…”
“We match,” you remind him. You curl your fingers through his belt loops.
“We do.”
“I’m game if you are,” you say and lean in. He follows like a magnet and your noses brush.
“Okay,” he says. “We can stop whenever you want.”
“Scott,” you say, “I promise I’ll take whatever you’ll give me.”
“Well, first of all, my name is Steve.” You laugh, only a little embarrassed. He doesn’t look upset, just amused.
“Sorry, Steve.”
He kisses you hard, hands on your face and tongue immedietly in your mouth. You wrap your legs around him and pull him as close as you can get. His hands are everywhere, on your jaw and your back and your hips and your stomach. He breaks the kiss to tear off his tank top and you drag your hands down his chest, feeling his wiry hair and muscles as he kisses you again, sucking on your tongue.
“Off,” he says into your mouth. Nimble fingers untie the knot of your shirt and throw it aside. His lips trail down your neck, sucking on your pulse point. “So hot,” he says. “So fucking hot in that shirt. Look at those tits.”
He tugs down your bra and practically sighs when he cups your breasts in his huge hands. His mouth is spit slick and hair a mess from your tugging. “God,” he breathes out. “Perfect.” He runs his thumbs over your nipples and pinches them. You arch your back into his touch and undo your bra entirely so it falls to the floor.
The party is going on just outside but you don’t give a fuck. You haven’t had a one-night stand in a long time and this is going perfectly. You need him to fuck you in this bathroom.
You cover one of his hands with yours and drag it down to your inner thigh. “Touch me, Steve.”
He smirks. “Right name. Good girl,” he coos. Now that sends a lightning bolt of pleasure to your core. “Don’t have to tell me twice.”
He pulls you off the counter and tugs down your shorts, going to his knees as he does. Holy shit. “These fuckin’ things,” he says. “So short it should be illegal.”
“Lucky you it’s not,” you say. You lean back on the vanity and he studies the lace of your panties. “Cute.” You fist your hand in his hair and tug lightly so he’s looking at you. His pupils dilate and his breath hitches.
“C’mon, Steve. You gonna touch me?”
“Oh, I’m gonna touch you.” He tugs down your panties and pushes your legs apart. You pull your foot free from your bottoms and lift your leg, which he hooks over his shoulder.
“Look at that,” he says. He drags two fingers through your folds and brings them to his mouth and sucks them clean, his eyes on you the whole time. Where the hell did this guy come from? “Your cunt tastes good.”
And then he’s lapping at you, the flat of his tongue firm enough against you to make you moan. His nose bumps your clit and you keen, which makes him switch gears and suck on it a few times. He slides two fingers inside, pumping them in and out as he devours you.
Your grip on his hair becomes less gentle but he doesn’t seem to mind. You’re pretty sure he likes it.
You could come like this but his fingers have only barely filled the ache you feel so you tap his cheek and he pulls away.
“You gonna spend all night down there?”
He grins. His face is shiny with you. “I could.”
“Or you could fuck me.” His nostrils flare and he licks his lips.
“I could do that, too.”
Steve stands and hovers near you until you surge forward to kiss him. You can taste yourself on his lips.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “So fucking hot.”
You feel him hard through his pants as you work at his belt. He helps you and shoves them down just far enough to get his cock out. He’s bigger than you thought he’d be, long and thick, dark curls at the base. You spit into your hand and start to stroke him.
“Do you have a condom?”
“Yeah,” he manages. He digs in the back pocket of his half-off pants and produces a foil square. You would tease him about it if you weren’t so impatient to be fucked.
“I’ll do it,” you say. He hands you the wrapper and you tear it open and slowly roll it on. Steve hisses. “Gonna be a tight fit,” you murmur.
“You sure know how to make a guy feel good,” he says. “Turn around.”
You do, ass in the air, hands braced on the counter. The mirror is too high on the wall for you to see anything but you wish you could.
“Fuck,” Steve says. “You’re dripping.”
“Yeah, yeah,” you say. He drags his cock through your folds and you push back with your hips, desperate for some friction.
Steve fucking laughs. “Patience, sweetheart. Gonna take care of you.”
“Then get a fucking move on, sweetheart,” you snap.
He stops messing around and pushes into you a bit meanly, a bit too fast, and you gasp.
“Fuck,” you hiss, pressing your forehead on the counter. The stretch burns for a few seconds before dulling to a feeling of fullness, of deep, deep pleasure. He bottoms out and you hear a stuttering breath.
“Tight fit is right,” Steve says. “Fuck.”
“Are you going to move?”
“So impatient.” Steve kicks your feet apart even more and starts to fuck you hard right away, his cock dragging inside you and skin slapping loudly with each thrust. His hands grip your hips so hard you know you’ll bruise.
“Bet this isn’t — shit — what you thought you’d be doing tonight.”
“Not exactly,” he says. “But I’m not complaining.”
You laugh but it turns into a moan when he hits the perfect spot inside you.
“God,” he pants. “You have a perfect cunt.”
“Buy a girl dinner first, Steve.”
He fucks you even harder in retaliation.
The bathroom feels hot, almost unbearably so. You’re making noises you didn’t know you could make as he pounds into you, so loud you’re sure anyone standing outside can hear.
And then someone bangs on the door. Neither of you pay it any mind.
“Hey! You can’t take the bathroom! People have to piss!”
“Fuck off,” Steve yells.
“Did you lock the door?” you ask, turning your head a little to see him. His chest his flushed, forehead damp with exertion. He smoothes a palm over your back as if to calm you.
“I fucking hope so,” he says, not breaking his rhythm. Whoever is outside must decide it’s not worth it, because they don’t knock again. “Why? You want someone to walk in on us? See you bent over the counter, see me fucking you—”
You clench around him. “Shut up, Steve.” He does.
The building pressure in your abdomen is getting to be too much. You press back into him with each thrust, chasing your high. He gets the message and curls an arm around you to circle your clit with rough fingers, his damp chest pressed to your bare back.
“I’m close,” he says, “I’m close, baby, are you—”
“Me too,” you pant. It’s funny that he calls you baby, since you are — were — dressed as her, but you don’t call him on it, too busy trying to finish.
“Fuck,” he pants. “Fuck, come on, you can do it, come on my co—”
A broken cry crawls its way out of you as your orgasm rushes up all at once. You spasm around him and his hips drive into you through it. At some point he finishes, too, but you’re too fucked out to notice. He presses his forehead to your shoulder blades after he’s done. You’re both panting. The sounds of the party leak through the door.
Steve squeezes your hip, still inside you. “That was — wow.”
“Nice to meet you, Steve,” you say. “We should do this again.”
“Is that a compliment?” You reach back with intent to smack him but he catches your hand and squeezes. “Don’t worry, I won’t let it go to my head.”
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We'll burn the sky | part one
Warnings: none yet, this is just the beginning guys, band au
Pairings: Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Rockstar!fem!reader
Summary: You pay corroded coffin a visit and some tension between you and the front man arises.
Word count: 4.1K
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Read the teaser first; here
Chapter one
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You had mixed feelings about Eddie’s offer to join his band. A band that had already existed for so long. They are close, they already formed bonds a long time ago, joining them now feels like you are invading something.
Though, Eddie said that the guys would welcome you with open arms. And they already did, the night at the bar. Eddie convinced you to come back to his table, he introduced you to his friends and bandmates, who seemed to be very excited to meet you. All greeting you with big smiles. You and your friends ended up spending the night with them- which they seemed very happy about.
You didn’t really end up talking about music– at least not with the rest of the guys since they took more interest in your friends, which left you and Eddie, who you ended up in heated conversations with. He was fun to be around and he made you laugh a lot but he also kept on trying to convince you to come see them play again.
Two days later, he called you and invited you to come watch their band practice. You were skeptical about it but your friends convinced you, telling you that it’s stupid to pass on an opportunity like that.
So here you are now, getting out of your car, you slam the door shut, pushing your sunglasses down your nose, you look around. Eddie’s van is in the driveway and you can already hear the sound of a guitar playing, along with the drums. The house isn’t big or luxurious in any way but it’s cute, plants and palm trees surround it.
The sun is beating down on your skin, already making you feel hot and sweaty even though it’s only 10 am.
“There you are.”
You turn around to find Eddie walking up the driveway, two iced coffees in his hands. He is wearing black jeans and a belt with handcuffs on the front, a muscle shirt– that you can tell was self made, the sleeves were definitely cut off, sun glasses perched low on his nose, his hair falling down his shoulders– he looks good.
“Hey,” you smile as you push your sunglasses up into your hair.
Eddie smiles, eyes moving down to your bare legs, if he didn’t see the hem of your skirt beneath the big shirt, he would think that you forgot to put your pants on. He averts his eyes from you, looking at your car instead, “your car?” he asks, pointing to the black Camaro.
You nod, smiling as you put your hand on the hood, “yup, she’s a beauty, isn’t she?”
Eddie takes his sunglasses off and looks at you, smirking.
She is.
“Definitely,” he chuckles, “what’s her name?” he jokes, not expecting you to actually have a name for your car.
“Stevie,” you grin, “you know, like Stevie Nicks?”
Eddie chuckles, raising his brows, “of course,” he says, “that’s what I call my friend, Steve.”
“Oh? If he is half as gorgeous as her, then I’d love to meet him,” you joke, crossing your arms over your chest with a smirk on your face.
A laugh leaves his lips, “sorry, you won’t be meeting him any time soon.”
“Why not?”
“Well, he lives in Hawkins, Indiana,” he mumbles, offering you one of the coffees, “I didn’t know what you like so I just got you my usual order.”
You raise your brows in surprise, “oh– that's nice, thank you,” you smile, taking it from his hand, you ignore the way it felt to touch his hand.
“You’re welcome,” he smiles as he motions for you to follow him.
“Hawkins, that’s your home?” you ask, looking at him in curiosity.
“Uh–” he starts, scratching the back of his neck, “that’s where I’m from but it was never home to me, I don’t think I’ve found my home yet actually, you know?”
You nod, staring at him, “I get that.”
He turns to look at you, furrowing his brows as he stares into your eyes, “yeah?”
“Yeah,” you nod, looking into his dark eyes as you wrap your lips around the straw trying the drink he got you.
For a brief second, he lets his eyes wander. Staring at your lips and then into your eyes before he finally tears his gaze away from you. He can’t look at you, at least not in that way.
“Mmm,” you hum, “vanilla?”
“Yeah.”
“Huh,” you tilt your head and eye him up and down, “didn’t take you for a vanilla kind of guy,” you say before you walk away from him, following the sound of the music.
Eddie stares at the back of your head with a dumbfounded expression on his face, heart jumping in his chest and cheeks growing red. What did you just say to him?
He shakes his head, sighing.
You halt in your tracks when you find the others practicing in the garage. A smile appears on your face. Gareth is playing the drums as the others play guitar and bass.
Eddie stops next to you, clearing his throat, he looks down at you with a smile on his face, “sounds good, doesn't it?”
You shrug, looking up at him with a smirk on your face, “good but not great,” you say.
The smile falls from his face and he furrows his brows, “you’re mean.”
“Just saying the truth,” you shrug as you take a sip from your coffee, “you know… better give your everything today, Eddie.”
The offer was to watch them practice, see if you can get a feel for their music before you decide anything. You heard Eddie’s voice before– it’s beautiful but you don’t know if it would go well with yours and if you can even imagine yourself to be in this band.
“Oh, I will,” he smirks as he leans towards you a little, “you’re gonna be begging on your knees for me to take you in.”
You raise your brows and chuckle, “last time I checked, you were the one begging me to come here so..” you trail off, “why don’t you show me what you got, pretty boy?”
He gulps at the nickname, blushing under your gaze.
“You already watched us,” he points out.
“Yeah, well– not the whole concert, I got kinda bored,” you smirk, tilting your head.
He gasps, putting a hand over his heart, “ouch, you’re cold, firefly.”
You draw back, scrunching your face up in confusion, “firefly?”
He chuckles, “you glow in the dark, like a firefly,” he shrugs, “especially on stage.”
You can’t help but smile at his words before you laugh, “it’s only because of my glowing boots.”
Eddie looks down at your shoes, “really? They can glow?” he asks, smirking, “I want some too then.”
“They were made just for me,” you joke, flipping your hair back.
His eyes flash with something as he looks back into your eyes.
Neither of you noticed that the band stopped playing and took more interest in your conversation. Jeff turns around to look at Gareth, smirking at him as they communicate with their eyes.
“Hey, y/n!” Johnny waves at you, interrupting your moment with Eddie.
You tear your eyes away from the man in front of you and turn to look at the boys, flashing them all a smile, “hey boys.”
“Well, rock on then, Munson.”
“Alright,” he grins.
Putting his hand on your back, he leads you into the garage, gesturing to the large armchair by the wall. You flash him a smile as you throw your purse on the chair and take a seat.
He puts his coffee down and places his sunglasses on the table, reaching for the notebook, he hands it to you, “this has all the song texts in it, you can go through them while we uh–” he pauses, gesturing the boys, “do our thing and uh if you got something you wanna add or change, just let us know.”
You nod, “okay!”
“Okay..” he mumbles, taking a moment to look at you as you eye the cover of his notebook. Your fingers trace the Hellfire logo, curiosity flashes in your eyes.
“Eddie,” Gareth calls out to him, “your sweetheart is waiting.”
You look up to see Gareth holding Eddie’s guitar, chuckling, you shake your head, “your sweetheart, huh?”
Eddie rolls his eyes, “you call your car Stevie, don’t judge me.”
“Stevie?” Jeff asks.
“Yeah, like Stevie Nicks,” you and Eddie say at the same time, chuckling when your eyes meet.
“Oh,” Gareth says, tilting his head, “you know, we aren’t like Fleetwood Mac, right?”
“Not yet,” you smirk.
They all give you disapproving looks and shake their heads at you.
You lean back and cross your leg over the other, ignoring the way they all stare at your bare legs, you look out for a moment, admiring the way the sun shines down on the palm trees.
Eddie speaks your name and gives you a nervous look, “you know, we aren’t like.. soft rock or alternative or something.”
You look back up at him, “Fleetwood Mac’s genre is rock,” you frown as you open his notebook, reading the title of the first song, “but that sounds pretty soft to me,” you say, pointing to it, ‘Holder of my heart’.
“I–”
“Relax,” you snort, “just start already will ya?”
He blinks and stares at you with an unreadable look in his eyes, “y-yeah.. right.”
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While you didn't pay attention to the first time you watched them play, you had the time and the chance to now and unfortunately, they need improvement, a lot of it. They go well together as a band, everyone is in tune, the harmony is there but something isn’t right.
Eddie’s voice is amazing and you can tell that he put a lot of passion into the song texts– but something about them doesn’t sound very genuine. Like the classic rockstar, he sings about sex, drugs and love but the love in his texts isn’t convincing, it doesn’t sound real.
You pace back and forth, staring down at the text in his notebook as you listen to them play.
They don't knock you off your feet, at least not yet.
A layer of sweat coats Eddie’s forehead, his bangs stick to his sweaty skin, it’s hot outside.
They have been playing for the past two hours and Eddie already begins to grow frustrated, you don’t look convinced or like you enjoy their music. The frown on your face is constant, so far. He is familiar with that expression, it’s one he sees on Sam’s face all the time, it’s the kind that tells him what you think; ‘You are good but not good enough.’ Words he has heard way too many times in his life.
You keep interrupting them too, always complaining about something and it pisses him off- he doesn't regret inviting you, not yet, at least.
You wave at them to stop and when they do, you take your sweet time, staying silent as you go over the text one more time.
Eddie puts his guitar down, panting as he wipes the sweat off his forehead. He reaches for the water bottle on the floor.
Gareth puts his drumsticks down and huffs, getting up to stretch, he sighs nervously when he sees you giving them a skeptic look. He shares nervous looks with Jeff and Johnny.
“Uh– listen, you are good but I don’t feel it,” you shrug, throwing your arms up a little.
All the boys sigh, they have heard that before.
Eddie rolls his eyes, “yeah, we’ve heard that before.”
“Your producer– what’s his name?”
“Sam,” Jeff answers.
A knowing look crosses your eyes but none of them seem to notice. You nod, “okay, Sam. I get why he thinks it’s not good enough. The passion, the love, the rage is missing,” you say, flipping through the pages to look for a certain song, “like this,” you point to the title as you walk closer to Eddie, “I mean clearly this is about a girl, right?” you ask, looking around.
They all nod at your words.
“Right,” you sigh, “but the song text just doesn’t sound like a song you would write about a girl you’re in love with, I mean, no offense but this sounds more like a song, you would write about a fucking cat or something because this? This isn’t love. The song sounds half hearted just like the song text and when something is half hearted, it’s just shit, I’m sorry guys but this is bad.”
The silence is loud.
While Gareth seems to enjoy your little outburst, Jeff avoids eye contact with you. Johnny strums the guitar and Eddie looks like he is about to flip out on you. His face is red, eyes filled with sudden anger as he breathes heavily.
You look him in the eyes, “that’s why Sam doesn’t like it, you don’t do half things in the music industry. You gotta put your whole heart into this, your soul. If you need a muse– at least get yourself a good one, one that inspires you, not whoever this girl was,” you say with wide eyes as you point to his notebook, “because she won’t get you an album or a tour.”
Of course you know that you have insulted his work but you don't know that you also insulted his girl.
Gareth chuckles at your words, “harsh but I agree.”
“Thanks,” you grin, he nods at you with a smile on his face.
You can already tell that you will get along with him.
Tilting your head, you look back at Eddie who looks even angrier than before. You don’t know why but seeing him so mad, brings you a weird sense of joy, you managed to get under his skin with just a few words.
“I mean,” Jeff mumbles, “she’s right, Eddie.”
Johnny nods in agreement, “yeah.”
Eddie raises his brows, glaring at his friends. Traitors. All this time, they didn't see anything wrong with his song texts and now they all suddenly hate them.
Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath. Eddie clears his throat and you almost expect him to start yelling at you but instead, he places his hands on his hips and nods, “well, that’s why you’re here, y/n,” he says, giving you a forced smile, “I’m open to change the song texts.”
You laugh, staring at him, amused.
“Really? I thought you wanted me to sing your songs, not change them or make them better.”
He huffs, looking away, he closes his eyes and clenches his jaw.
“Well,” he mumbles, looking back at you with angry eyes, “you seem to know your way around this since you got so much to say about the bad writing so, will you help me rewrite them?”
“I’m not a writer,” you lie.
The frustration is so clear in his eyes, the rage is just radiating off of him. He is mad, you can tell that he is but there is also insecurity lingering in his eyes– the fear of not being good enough, you know this feeling all too well.
You take pity on him, sighing, you flip one of the other pages open, “i don’t like the way you sing this song but it’s easily fixable, you just gotta change a little something about the lyrics and uh–” you pause, looking up at them, you scratch the back of your neck as you look at Eddie’s guitar, contemplating asking him if you could play it– no, he is mad enough already. You look at Jeff, giving him a sweet smile, “can I borrow your guitar?”
“Yeah sure.”
He walks towards you as he moves the strap over his head, holding the guitar out for you, he gives you a smile as you thank him. You place the notebook on the armchair and put the strap around your shoulder, holding the guitar against your body, you pluck the strings, trying to find the right pitch.
Eddie leans against the wall and crosses his arms over his chest, he watches you intently. Something about the way you draw your brows together and purse your lips as you begin to play makes his gaze soften a little. You look down at the writing in his little notebook and begin to sing, using a darker, sadder tone for this song.
Your voice calms Eddie’s heart. The words that Eddie wrote, fall from your lips so beautifully, naturally. He exhales softly, his heart flutters weirdly in his chest when you look into his eyes.
He moves his head along to the rhythm, his lips twitch as you give him a small smile. You close your eyes again and focus on the song.
Eddie glances at his friends who all watch you with impressed looks on their faces.
Reaching for his guitar, he places his fingers against the strings and closes his eyes, waiting for the right moment to join you. He focuses on your voice and on the rhythm, getting a feel for it before he begins to sing with you, startling himself with the way your voices just go together, they are so different and yet it’s like they melt into one.
Eddie’s eyes lock with yours and something in his heart and in his soul just screams– in joy or in pain, he cannot tell, not yet. But there is this sudden ache in his chest as he looks into your eyes and sings his song with you. It’s only the second time that he sees you, the first time that he sings with you and yet it doesn’t feel like it. It feels like you reunited. Everything around him disappears, all he sees, all he hears, all he feels is you.
And when it’s all over, he can’t help but ask himself; will you be the beginning or the end of it all? Will you be the savior or the ruin?
He doesn’t know.
But he knows that the band needs you, that he needs you.
And when you agree to try it, to practice more with them and help him rewrite the songs, the weight falls off his shoulders and he feels like he can breathe again, like he can feel hope again, like coming out here was no mistake after all.
At the end of the day, all his anger vanishes into thin air, the frustration is gone. A smile is resting on his face again.
Walking you back to your car, he can’t help but stare at you. You possibly stole a piece of him while you were singing and looking at him with those indescribable eyes of yours.
“So uh– I knew you were talented, like, that one time at the bar was enough for me to know but you truly impressed me today,” he says.
You smile, looking up at him with a blush on your face, “yeah?”
You both come to a halt, leaning against the car and crossing your arms over your chest, you look up at him. He pulled his hair up earlier, a few strands fell in front of his face and you feel the urge to tuck them behind his ears but you keep your hands to yourself. His doe brown eyes are soft, twinkling with happiness.
“Yeah,” he whispers, nodding his head.
“Even when I was being mean?” you tease.
He looks away, shrugging as he sighs, “you were just being honest,” he mumbles, “wasn’t good for my ego but yeah,” he jokes causing you to chuckle.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be so harsh, it’s just… when I get really into it, I can’t seem to stop myself.”
A breathy chuckle falls from his lips, “no.. no, that’s good. At least you don’t lie, you just say how things are.”
“And that’s a good thing?”
“Yeah,” he nods.
“You will regret saying that, I can be very mean.”
He leans towards you with a smirk on his face, “at least you’ll tell me the truth.”
He is close enough for you to smell his cologne, the aftershave mixed with the smell of cigarettes and sweat from playing in the heat all day. Your stomach flutters. Your eyes fall on the guitar pick necklace and the tattoo that peeks out from beneath his shirt. You look up into his eyes again. God, he is so pretty.
You raise your brows, “you want the truth no matter what?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Okay,” you chuckle, “I’ll keep that in mind, Eddie.”
He smiles, eyes flickering down your body, he swallows harshly before he tears his gaze away. Reaching for the handle, he opens the door for you, “well, it was an honor to play and sing with you today, y/n. I look forward to tomorrow.”
“Me too,” you whisper as you get lost in his eyes, “you know.. we’ll have to practice a lot, right? If you want the album, it has to be perfect, not good, not great– perfect.”
His face grows serious as he takes your words in.
“I’ll help you as best as I can and then I’ll be on my way–”
“What?” he frowns, “no, no– I want you in the band, I don’t want you to be just the songwriter, I want you to be our singer, I want you to sing with us, with me.”
“Eddie, this–” you gesture to the house, to the van, the garage, “this is yours, it’s your band, your friends, I don’t belong here–”
“Yes, you do,” he scoffs, “that’s why I want you. You think I would just make this offer to anyone? Hell, I would never let anyone into the band but you, your voice– it’s exactly what was missing, shit, I mean you could take this bad song texts, go to Sam and he would make that album right away because it’s you singing them, you could make the worst songs good– it’s just, something about you, I don’t know. You are just– your voice is perfect,” he rambles, growing red the moment he realizes the things he just said.
Your heart feels full from all his compliments.
You giggle, “you say all these things as though you have known me all my life.”
It feels like he does.
Eddie shrugs, “I just really want you in the band and I love your voice.”
Your eyes light up, happiness rushes through you, “I love your voice too.”
“You do?”
“I do.”
He smiles at you, “please, join the band, y/n. You would make it even better– I mean, you saw how well we worked together back there, your voice is just metal, Sweetheart. So please, join the band,” he begs, pleading you with his puppy eyes, “let’s become rockstars together, live the dream we both have and all that, you know?”
You chuckle, shaking your head as you look away from him. Eyes settling on the black camaro that belonged to your dad, you made a promise to him.
“Okay,”
“Okay?”
“Yes,” you whisper, meeting Eddie’s eyes, the joy in them is so clear, it looks like he can barely contain it and that alone made saying yes worth it.
You look away from him, "you know, I kind of lied earlier."
"About what?"
"About not being a writer," you mumble, giving him a sheepish smile, "I wrote songs before- a whole album actually."
Surprise is written all over his face, "really?"
"Yeah," you whisper.
"Who'd you write for?"
You shrug, looking down, "doesn't matter anymore, he never actually got to sing the songs- it would've been the second album."
The tone in your voice and the sadness in your eyes intrigue him.
"What happened?" he asks, softly.
You look up, "he died," you mumble, "I still have the song texts you know? I wrote them for him, I think we could actually use some lines for your songs, I mean, if you are okay with that- I think they would fit in well."
Eddie nods, "we could.. try to work with that. Maybe you can sing them to me, next time," he offers.
"You'd want that?" you ask, a smile tugging at your lips.
"Yeah, of course, I wanna see what you got, firefly," he grins.
Your heart jumps in excitement, filled with happiness and excitement for everything that is to come.
You sealed your fate that day and if you had just known that you’d be standing in front of him with tears in your eyes and a shattered heart a few months later, you would have never said yes to Eddie Munson.
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A Tinge of Jealousy
Dina x Fem!Reader
Request: "hey can I please request Dina x fem! reader? Like where Ellie mistakes that reader is single and flirts with her and dina gets jealous and it might end up in smut? If not smut than just fluff I love Dina 🫶" | by @nickeverdeen
Note: thank you for the request! I also love Dina so this was super fun to write. | Dina Masterlist
Summary: Maria decides to host a party for a big clearing of infected, and you decide to be Dina's date. Unknown to Ellie, she decides to flirt with you. After that, Dina wants everyone to know you're hers.
Warnings: smut, fingering (r receiving), groping, biting, bite marks/hickeys, swearing, teasing 18+
"I should let everyone in here know you're mine, huh?"
The voices that mixed within the crowd overloaded your ears, creating a pounding inside your head. You sat by the bar, head falling into your hands for the fourth time that night. You rubbed your temples trying to calm it, but of course it hadn't worked.
It had been a fun party of course, Maria always went out of her way with them to congratulate whatever was to be celebrated. But tonight it was just a little too much for your head.
After an annoying day of patrol and fighting off some infected, Dina had convinced you to come with her.
And since you hadn't been out in a while to have actual fun, it affected you quite a bit, more than you thought it would. Probably because of the socializing, which you didn't have to do with infected.
"Please! You haven't been doing anything fun, and I think it'd be good for you to take a break baby!"
She said as you looked down to your feet, knowing it was true. You hardly did anything other than patrol, feeling like that was your only purpose in the town that had kept you safe, the people welcoming you in from first sight.
"maybe- it's just.. you know how it is after patrol-"
"c'mon baby! It'll be fun, I promise." She said, trying to convince you for at least thirty minutes now.
"Okay, okay fine! I'll go. Only because you promised."
She looked at you with a smirk, coming closer to your tired and tense body.
As her hand made contact with your cheek you immediately relaxed into her touch, your muscles leaning toward her, wanting her to hold you in her arms like she always did.
Dina was the only one who you could really relax with, being she was with you from the beginning. Right when you came to Jackson, she'd be by your side everywhere you went and eventually, the feelings that had grown between you two couldn't be avoided.
You went in to kiss her, stopping as her finger reached your mouth, sitting at your lips
"nuh-uh honey. Not until after the party. I know how you get when I kiss you." She laughed as a sad playful smile reached your face
"that's just because you kiss really good- it's not my fault you get me worked up!"
She laughed again, her contagiousness working on you as you laughed with her.
Your mind pounded even more as the song had changed, somehow becoming even louder than it was before. Suddenly, you felt someone's presence beside you on another stool. You looked up as you sensed their heavy stare on you, being faced with Ellie.
"Hey pretty girl, you okay over here?" She said, her tone going low and seductive.
"yeah, my heads' just pounding." you said as you saw her nod, her body turning more towards you.
"so, you here with anyone?" She asked again as she looked you up and down.
"would be a shame if no one could appreciate you in that outfit-"
before Ellie could say anything else, someone else's hands made their way around your shoulders.
They laughed behind you and you recognized the voice, and you could hear the mass amount of jealousy laced with it.
"sorry Ellie, but this pretty girl is already taken, by me." She said almost demandingly, making Ellie get the hint immediately.
Ellie put her hands up playfully, going
"my bad, my bad, guilty as charged." She said as you laughed. She slowly got up from her spot at the bar and walked away, nearing the crowd of people dancing towards the middle of the room.
You felt the pair of hands dip down on from the spot on your shoulders, now turning your torso around, another making its way to your chin and tilting it up. You looked Dina in her eyes, and you could see the desire and jealousy that formed in them with the long contact you had.
"Jesus Dina, you're gonna make me horny with that look." You laughed, noticing how it was a serious look, no longer playful as you once took it.
"I should let everyone in here know you're mine, huh?"
She said as she took your wrist in her hand, making you rise from your seat immediately. Your knees almost buckled as she said that, the tone getting you worked up. She dragged you to the bathroom, locking the door as soon as you entered.
"can I touch you?" She said before moving on. You quickly nodded, agreeing to her words.
Her hands pinned you to the wall, her leg swiftly making its way up to your clothed cunt and rubbing slowly against it, making you whine with need from the sensation. A wet spot had formed on your panties as she continued, your hands locked underneath hers so you couldn't escape the tease.
"fuck Dina, please" you said, almost whispering as you pleaded, trying to keep the noises down.
"hm? What did you say? Couldn't hear you over the music, baby."
Your whines became more high pitched as she finally released your hands, immediately feeling lonely as the warmth disappeared, her rough grip gone.
She kissed you with force and desperation, hands gliding all over your body. You went to touch her, immediately stopped by her hand that was once nearing the fabric of your underwear.
"can't touch, baby. This is a punishment."
You mumbled "fuck" under your breathe as she continued, hands finally now making their way to your jeans, unbuckling them.
As they fell to the cold tiled floor of the bathroom, one of her hands made their way under your shirt. She groped your tits, the coldness of them spreading throughout, immediately making you gasp at the sensation.
"fuck baby, your hands feel so good-"
you said as she interrupted you when one of the hands now dipped into your pants and pushed your panties aside. Her fingers rubbed through your folds, collecting what she had done.
"fuck your wet. All 'cause of me huh? Nobody can make you like this except for me."
She said as one of her fingers made their way inside you, making you moan at the sudden intrusion. She started to curl her finger up as her other hand remained on your tit, continuing the rubbing on it.
She lifted your shirt, moving her hand from the comfortable place it once was on your body, swiftly raising it for you to grab ahold of.
"keep that shirt up for me baby, let me see your pretty body."
You quickly obeyed, bunching your shirt in your mouth to keep too many moans from spilling out. Her lips suddenly came to your tit, licking it slowly.
At the same time she put another finger in, sliding in and out of your wet cunt.
"shit Dina, I'm gonna fucking cum-" you said muffled, hoping she'd understand the message.
"oh? Who said you could cum?" She said as she slipped her fingers out of your cunt, her tongue giving one last suck to your hard tit.
"Dina- why-" you said breathing in deep breaths, as she kissed you again hungrily before moving down to your neck.
"what did I say about this being a punishment, hm? Get dressed. We're gonna go enjoy this party like I promised."
Her mouth bit down on your neck, making you moan as she sucked a dark hickey into your skin for everyone out on the floor to see. So everyone could know you only belonged to Dina. No one else.
As you both exited the bathroom, a wet spot remained growing on your panties as her hand tightly gripped yours. She dragged you to the dance floor, throwing her arms over your shoulders. You felt the stares of all the other people, thinking they spotted the obvious dark and new hickey that had appeared on your neck. At this point you didn't really care who stared or how, focusing on the girl who stood in front of you.
"you're so evil" you said with a laugh as she smirked back.
"what can I say, I'm good at punishments." She said before rocking you both to the slow music that played, the pounding in your head gone as the only thing that filled it now, was Dina.
"let's enjoy this for a bit, hm? And then when we get home, I'll give you a reward? How's that baby."
"dunno if I'll be able to last that long, Dina" you said teasingly, knowing that it'd affect her in some way.
She loved getting you off, or any display of affection in that matter. Kissing you, hugging you, even dancing slowly like you were was able to turn her on if executed right. Only you were able to spark something deep inside her.
"shut up." She said as you laughed, continuing to sway with her to the music.
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⌲;꒰ Groovy! ꒱
Pairing :: Johnny Cade x Fem!Reader
Synopsis :: Johnny starts to crush on Dally's new friend who's a little bit different from everyone else.
Includings :: Hippie!reader, mutual pinning, readers love languages is personal touch, wingman!Dally, panicking!Johnny, this is kinda short, fluff
An - I'm just trying to drop/finish my drafts even though i think this fandom is practically dead...send outsiders requests if you'd like though!
"I still don't get all that peace and love crap, it's not gonna solve anything." Dally scoffed as he walked beside the you and you shrugged your shoulders.
"You don't have to understand me. If you think fighting will solve everything I'll let you think that." You shrugged and Dally rolled his eyes slightly before his brows raised a little bit and he waved his hand up at a figure who was a few feet away.
"Johnny! That you, man?" He called out and the black hair boy froze like he was caught doing something illegal until he saw a familiar face and he eased up.
He walked over, looking over to the you. He took quick notice of your wardrobe, upi didn't look like too much like a Soc and you definitely couldn't of been a greaser.
You wore a white shirt that seemed a few sizes to big and bell bottom jeans that had multiple patches of different patterns along them and tan sandals. You had multiple necklaces on and a mute orange bandana.
You smiled softly at him and waved your fingers at him which made him stomach flutter a little bit.
"Aww, so you weren't lyin'! You do have friends~!" Yoi giggled, hitting the boy softly on the shoulder and the brunette rolled his eyes with a small snarl.
"Haha, so funny. Johnny, flower power. Flower power, Johnny."
"Flower power?" Johnny repeated as he shook your hand and you let out a short giggle which made his stomach flutter all over again.
"Not my real name of course, it's a nickname. My real name is [Y/n] but you can call me whatever ya' like."
"Ohh." Johnny nodded along, noticing how you still hadn't let go of his hand. Yours were warm and felt comfort at touch. "I...uh..I like your pants."
You beamed, letting go and shaking your leg a little. "Really? Dally thinks they look like an art project gone wrong."
"Because they do." Dally muttered and you rolled your eyes.
"I think they're far out, you're such a downer Dally! Hah! Downer Dally!" You laughed and Dally had let out a sarcastic chuckle with another eye roll. "Ahah. Almost busted a lung there."
"See? A downer. Johnny-man thought it was funny." You turned back to Johnny, messing with one of the loose patches on your jeans. "I could make ya' a pair- actually they probably wouldn't be your sty-"
"I'd like that!" Johnny piped up before you could shut the idea down and your eyes widened in surprised, you smiled at him. "Really?"
He nodded, smiling growing along with yours. "Groovy! I'll get onto it as fast as I can."
"Groovy?" Johnny repeated, tilting his head a little bit and you nodded. "Groovy, it's kinda like when y'all say tuff. It's just a good thing."
"Oh, groovy." Johnny said and you had giggled, patting his shoulder.
"You make it sound so weird like it's a different language or something. It's kinda cute." Johnny only smiled, trying to ignore the fact that you had called him cute.
Dally looked between the two of you, narrowing his eyes a little bit before a small smirk itched onto the end of his lips.
"Johnny, you wanna tag along with us? We were just about to head and see that new movie that just came out."
"You should, if you don't mind horror movies." You added and Johnny pressed his lips together in a small yet strained smile.
"Naw, I don't mind."
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"I could have paid for y'all, you know. We didn't have to break in." You sighed and Dally chuckled.
"Now where's the fun in that?" He hummed as they all took their seats, a little bit away from the front.
"What kind of horror movie is it again?" Johnny asked and Dally shrugged his shoulders. He never really came to pay attention to the movies, he came to be a bother to those who were trying to.
"Some sort of slasher. Shouldn't be too frightening if you're scared."
"I'm not scared!" Johnny squeaked and you had giggled, leaning back in the chair.
"It's alright if you are. I wouldn't judge. You can even hold my hand if you want." You offered as the movie had and started. Johnny pursed his lips before he took your hand in his.
"I'm just holding yer' hand in case you get scared." He established and you had nodded, entwining your fingers with his their hands were basically locked together.
He smiled at that as he tried to focus on one thing.
Not looking like a scaredy cat.
But the movie was barley ten minutes in before Johnny had jumped back in his seat from the killer jumping out of nowhere, his scream muffled in the collar of his jean jacket.
He glanced over at you as he felt you squeeze his hand comfortingly. "Sorry.." He mumbled, his sunkissed skin growing warm from embarrassment.
"Don't apologize. You don't have to act all tough for me, Johnny. It's a horror movie for a reason." You reassured with a small smile as you moved closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder.
"Next time we can see something a little more relaxing."
"Next time?" He repeated like it was a foreign statement.
You nodded excitedly. "Yeah, next time! Do ya' not wanna see me again or something?"
"No!" Johnny quickly said. "I'd.. I'd love to see a movie with you again."
"Groovy."
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Ch. 3 - Terms and Conditions
This is The Boyfriend Contract series, Chapter 3. Inspired by The Love Hypothesis and The Business Proposal. Azul Ashengrotto x fem! Yuu (reader). You can view this on ao3.
Ch. 2 | Next chapter
Terms and conditions, in contracts, refer to the contractual rights and obligations of a party to any contract. Also known as that long list of word vomit you skip when downloading a new game or app— but when it comes to Azul Ashengrotto, one must lay down some sort of groundwork.
A lot of unexpected things happen in Yuu’s life. A good example is suddenly waking up in a new world after accidentally falling into a nearby river upon seeing a carriage pop up behind her.
Not a fun story.
Aside from that, one of the most unexpected things she had done her whole life was what she was doing right now.
Standing in front of Azul’s office.
Floyd willingly escorted her there but left as soon as they reached the door. He gave her a toothy grin, wishing her luck before leaving her alone. Weirdo. But then again, that word alone wasn’t enough to describe Floyd Leech.
(As a magicless student, Yuu was at the very very bottom of the chain. This made her a consistent target of whoever felt like messing with her, fellow freshmen or upperclassmen. Today, however, people seemed too intimidated to do or say shit to her face, and she was sure that it was thanks to a certain rumor that spread like wildfire throughout the school.
During a joint class with a second-year class in Potionology, some students stopped stealing her vials and ingredients when she wasn’t looking, and none of them tried to put the chemicals she needed on higher, unreachable, shelves (which was a common prank they liked to pull on her, all thanks to her five-foot-three ass).
In Gym class, when one of her classmates accidentally hit her with a soccer ball, he apologized so profusely that Yuu almost felt guilty for getting hit.
In Sam’s store during a free period, when she wanted to get the last pack of her favorite Gummy worms, the student who took it from right under her nose had generously given it to her when he realized who she was.
And during lunch, no one dared to cut in front of her when she lined up, they wouldn’t touch Grim or her friends either.
“Damn, seems like being friends with a housewarden’s girlfriend comes with some perks,” Ace grinned as he took a bite of his lunch. He managed to snag one of the good items on the menu before they sold out, all because those in the line with them were too afraid to mess with Yuu.
“Guess Yuu dating Azul isn’t so bad after all,” the ginger boy added.
She felt a little guilty exploiting a huge misunderstanding, but this was Night Raven College. She will take what she could get.
And maybe… just maybe… this would help her out.)
She took a deep breath and flexed her fingers before knocking on the door.
“Who is it?” Azul’s voice, muffled by the door, called out.
“Um, it’s me. Are you busy?”
She heard a little bit of shuffling from the other side before hearing him say: “No, not too much. Come in.”
She took another breath before twisting the doorknob. He was seated behind his desk, and from the looks of it, he must have been working on some documents. He had a small stack of them on his left, indicating that they were done with, and on his right was a sheaf of papers.
“Take a seat,” he gestured to one of the couches before standing up to sit in front of her. “I take it you came here to talk about last time?”
Straight to the point, but then again, she wasn’t planning on stalling either.
“Uh, yeah. I thought about it for a bit, and…and it might actually be a good idea.”
For several reasons, the contract would get a lot of people off her back, persistent admirers, and bullies. Her friends didn’t seem to be as strongly against it as they had been during the weekend, and if they had their suspicions, they kept it to themselves.
Whatever happened during the weekend, Ace simply said that he and the others were willing to accept whatever she had with Azul as long as he wasn’t holding her hostage with a contract. They didn’t press for an explanation either, only saying that she could tell them and the others when she felt ready.
They may be troublemakers in their own right, but she loved these boys to death.
Azul had a small smile on his face, very professional, but it had a little something in it that Yuu couldn’t pinpoint, “Very well. Shall we get to the details?”
He stood up momentarily to pick up a sheaf of papers from his desk before settling back into his seat. He placed a piece of paper in front of her— the first page of their contract.
“I’ve written down the basic terms and conditions of our agreement after you left,” he said.
She tilted her head, “Did you already expect me to say yes?”
“To be honest, not really. But my foresight allows me to be prepared for any eventuality,” his face had its usual modest expression, it was as if he wouldn’t care at all if she decided to discard the whole fake dating idea.
To be fair, since it was Azul she was dealing with, she was sure he would have found another way to get the deal he wanted one way or another.
She picked up the paper and read it carefully. After dealing with his contract in the past, she learned to read all her contracts properly despite how long they might be. She made sure to look for fine prints that she might miss, just to be safe.
Once she was sure that the conditions were written correctly with no elaborate wording that may cause misunderstandings, she nodded and placed the paper back down.
“Is it sufficient for you?” He asked, “If you wish to add more to our terms, you may do so, but keep in mind that I might have to make some changes of my own as well, you know, to keep the balance.”
“The conditions are fine, and… actually, I would like to set some ground rules, my own terms, if you will.”
There was a hint of a smirk on his face, “You seem to have thought this through more than I expected you to. And here I was thinking you would thoughtlessly sign this one.”
She shrugged, “it’s standard protocol when it comes to fake-dating relationships.”
He raised a brow, “standard protocol?”
“Mhm.”
“Have you done something like this before?”
“The contracts or the fake-dating?”
“The latter.”
“Nope. I just know the trope.”
He blinked, “The what..?”
She ignored his confusion and shook her head, “Okay, first of all, you will not use our agreement as an incentive to lure my friends into a contract.”
He sighed, “I suppose I expected that. You’re strangely attached to those boys.”
“You’d know how it feels if you had people you consider precious to you, outside of business that is,” she said, waving his remark off. That seemed to shut him up. “Anyway. Second, before making any relationship-related decisions, you will always, and I mean always tell me first before deciding anything. Ask for my consent, and I’ll ask you for yours.”
“Deal.”
“Third rule,” it was going to be weird, but it was necessary. She braced herself, “No sex.”
His eyes widened as he stared at her with parted lips. He didn’t move, not even a single inch save for the way his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. His reaction made her heart sink to her stomach, was he… was he expecting to…with her… at some point…? Was it…? Did he…?
Panic rose in her heart as she tried to stand up, “Um, I’m sorry, if you were expecting us to, uh, do that, then I’m afraid I can’t—“
“No!” Life returned to him in an instant, “No, no it’s nothing like that. I was just... surprised. I didn’t think it would be important enough to bring it up.”
Oh… then maybe she was the weirdo here.
“S-Sorry… I was just—“
He shook his head, “No, it’s alright. You’re straightforward. I wouldn’t want to do anything that made you uncomfortable. Terms like that are important for setting up mutual agreements after all…” he coughed into a gloved fist. “My apologies.”
His awkward movements weren’t hard to miss, the professional persona he had built up in front of her crumbled, and all that was left was an awkward teenage boy.
He then nodded firmly, “Okay, no sex.”
And, well, it is awkward, because she’s sitting in his office alone with him, talking about sex. Of all things.
“Yes, no sex,” she repeated.
Okay. Don’t think about it. Back to the rules.
“Anyway, uh fourth rule— or whatever. It’s not really a rule, but you can hold me accountable for it: during the duration of our agreement, I won’t date anyone else. Like real real dating. You know, to make it believable. I don’t do real dating anyway.”
He simply stared at her.
“Uh! But you can date others if you’d like!” She hastily added, “Just— just not on campus or anywhere anyone can see. It’ll look…kind of stupid.” I’ll look kind of stupid.
He shook his head, “No, it’s fine. I won’t.”
“Awesome! And if ever you do end up dating someone else, then—”
“I won’t date anyone else either.”
…Oh.
“Oh,” she said, rather dumbly. Well, what did she expect, honestly? If Azul was interested in someone else, he wouldn’t be asking her to fake-date him for a potential business contract. “Okay…cool, cool.”
“Anything else?”
“One last rule,” and the most important one.
He nodded, staying silent to let her continue.
“We must never fall in love with each other.”
Something changed within Azul when she said that. She couldn’t exactly pinpoint what it was, but even though the only thing that changed outwardly was the way his eyes widened a fraction, something with his aura, his being, wavered.
It’s like the way the music changes-- when the vibe of the song changes the atmosphere. It’s the way the air shifts when you realize it’s going to rain soon. It’s… well, it’s the way the look in his eyes changed into something she couldn’t comprehend.
It’s weird, but it’s there.
“Pardon?” He finally spoke.
“I know it sounds weird, but… well, I feel like it’s necessary to say it, as unlikely as it is to happen,” she replied.
It wasn’t as though Azul was unattractive, the complete opposite actually. He was handsome, intelligent, talented, ambitious— he’s probably a lot of other girls’ dream boy. Maybe in the future, he’d find someone for him, but they weren’t there yet. They were right here, right now.
Right now isn’t the time for her to fall in love, not when she has to go home, to the world where she belongs.
Right here isn’t the time for him to fall in love. No… he was ambitious, and she knew that he knew the time wasn’t right for him yet. Not when he’s chasing too much.
Right here, right now, isn’t the time for the both of them.
“Don’t fall in love with me, and I won’t fall in love with you,” she continued. “If any of us starts feeling anything similar to love for each other, we must terminate the contract immediately.”
“Understandable,” he said, pushing up his glasses. They reflected the light well enough that she couldn’t see his eyes for a moment. “No falling in love.”
“No falling in love,” she nodded.
“Are those all?” He asked.
“Yup! All five of my terms. Well, if you can even call them that… uh, is there anything else you want to add?”
“No. I’ve already put down what I wanted, which is everything you’ve initially read.”
“And you’ll consider my terms?”
“There’s no consideration needed. Your terms are reasonable, so I must comply.”
“You’re…weirdly compliant with this.”
“It’s a mutual contract, is it not?” He said questioningly, “While I don’t need to use my signature spell, a contract is a contract.”
And he stays true to them…
“Alright! Then I must keep up my end of the bargain. So how should we go about this? Should we start getting coffee together or something?”
“Coffee? Like coffee dates?” He asked.
“Oh? So you’re familiar with them? Have you ever had a coffee date, Azul?” She asked teasingly.
He frowned, “You know full well I haven’t.”
“I know. I was kidding,” she giggled, “it’s nothing to be ashamed of either. Well, unless you were me on my first date.”
He raised a brow, looking rather interested, “Oh? Sounds like a nice conversation topic--" he smirked, "--for a date."
“Well too bad, there are other more interesting topics,” she rolled her eyes, “when are you free? Since you’re a housewarden, your mornings must be packed.”
“We can have coffee and breakfast together in the cafeteria on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Occasionally Fridays too, but I will have to contact you on that every now and then,” he explained.
“Tuesdays and Thursdays then,” she said with a smile, "And maybe Fridays."
“Is that a deal?” He extended his hand.
With a deep breath, Yuu took his hand. His fingers wrapped around hers like tendrils, and he shook them, firmly and gently.
She noticed they were warm, big, and...... gloveless.
“It’s a deal.”
#twisted wonderland#twst x reader#twst#twisted wonderland x reader#disney twisted wonderland#twst yuu#azul ashengrotto x reader#azul x reader#twst azul#azul ashengrotto#The Boyfriend Contract - TWST fanfic
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content warnings: friends to lovers, teasing one another, smut, bj, taking care of a wound, swearing (18+ READERS ONLY)
steve harrington x reader (with use of she/her pronouns)
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steve hisses as she presses antibacterial lotion on his wound since he refuses to go to the doctor. he has her.
while they were in the upside down, steve was attacked by vicious bat-like creatures. she was still unsure what the hell they were and really didn't want to come in contact with them again. luckily, she made it out with a few bites, nothing too serious. steve, on the other hand, got hit hard.
"i think they took a pound of flesh," he said.
she felt useless when it came to steve's pain. she wishes there was a way she could eliminate it and heal the wound with magic powers. steve meant so much to her, that it would actually kill her if she lost him. she loved him.
however, they were just friends.
"how does it feel?" she lightly rubbed along the freshly placed bandage.
"stings, but i'll be fine. thank you for helping me out, you don't have to."
"steve, i want to. i want to be here with you," she got off his bed and went into the attached bathroom to wash off her hands.
"wanna stay and watch a movie? rented back to the future part 2. thought it would be fun for us to watch."
"sure thing, stevie," she dried her hands with a towel and found herself lying next to him. he still had his shirt off and she couldn't help but stare. he had a beautiful body, perfect muscles and a chest for days. his right hand rests on his stomach, trying not to disturb the healing process of his bite. all she wanted to do was curl up into his body and fall asleep. she bit her lip, her mind switching to lustful thoughts, wondering just below those pants.
she erases the thoughts and asked if she could borrow pajamas. when he said yes, she took her time in his closet, touching all his clothes. he could easily see her from the bed. she didn't know he was watching in awe, happy that she loves wearing his clothes.
to be a bit cheeky, she took off her top, leaving her in a sports bra and put on one of his shirts. she slipped off her shorts and panties so her ass was on full display. she slipped on his plaid pants and walked back into the room.
if he wasn't comfortable, surely he would have said something.
she noticed his stare and mentally high-fived herself for her scandalous behaivour.
"uh, i'm gonna go shower real quick," he quickly gets up and shuts the shower door.
maybe he was uncomfortable, now she was feeling on edge that he upset him with her actions. she sat on the bed, biting her nails, she heard the water turn off as she went to knock on the door.
"steve?"
"yeah, honey?"
honey.
"can i open the door real fast? i want to talk to you about something."
he opened the door, greeting her with him just in a towel.
"is everything ok? was the closet thing too much? i don't know what i was think-"
"what? no no," he interrupted, "what you did was fine. do you wanna hear the honest answer why had to shower?"
she nodded.
"it was because i had a raging boner, seeing you take your shirt off was one thing, but your bare ass? i couldn't take it," he laughed.
"you know," she said, closing the bathroom door behind her, "i would have taken care of your situation if you had just asked nicely," she sunk down to her knees, feeling a bit playful.
she licked a stripe up his stomach, kissing his belly button. her hands paced up and down his legs to tease him. she made sure not to hurt his wound.
he watched her moves and grew slightly impatient, he needed her... bad.
she kissed his hard length over the white towel before letting it fall to the ground. he was bigger than she imagined, which she loved. she took him into her hand and began pumping him. his head leaned back and his arms went into his freshly clean hair.
"fuck, i've wanted this for so long," he said.
"so did i, were we both just oblivious to each other's feelings i guess," she said before taking him in her mouth.
he stuttered with his next sentence, letting pleasure take over his mind. she took him as far in her mouth as she could. when he felt himself reach the back of her throat, he let out a long groan. she grabbed onto his butt as she bobbed on his cock. he grabbed a fist full of her hair and guided her the way he liked. she watched as he came undone above her. when he came, his eyes clamped shut and his cock twitched in her mouth as his seed filled her mouth. and she swallowed his whole load, and made sure he knew it.
"if i knew you gave head like that, i would have asked you out a long time ago, now it's my turn," he reached down to pick her up and carried her to his bed.
#steve harrington#joe keery#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington imagines#steve harrington one shot#steve harrington smut#steve harrington fluff#stranger things#stranger things 4#stranger things characters#stranger things imagine#my writings#my writing#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x y/n
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Smart Guys
Spencer x Fem!Reader
Summary: Y/N bumps into Reid at work. Literally. She spills water all over him and has to dry him off, but don't worry, she was able to make it up to him, unfortunately someone else stumbles upon Y/N helping Spencer...
Warnings: Smut, public sex, oral sex male receiving, sex without protection, getting caught during sex, dirty talk, talk of masturbation, riding, penetration, handjob, Fem!reader, sub!reid, switch!reader.
Words: 2.13k
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Spencer and I were friends. That's all. I mean, maybe. I couldn't truthfully say that I had never thought about me and him being something more than work friends, because I had, a lot. Sometimes I would catch him staring at me in our meetings or really whenever we were in the same room as the other. I would look up and he would look away and his cheeks would burn red, it was really cute. Derek would always tease him for not knowing anything about girls, but something about him enchanted me. I swear, you might think nerds aren't good at sex, but it's always the smart guys.
Spencer was sitting at his desk in deep thought when I snapped out of my thoughts and tried to get back to work. Mostly I was watching him as I sifted through files and photos on my computer, cause he was fun to watch. When deep in thought, he would prop his head up on his fists and stare at the ceiling. I left him like that for about a minute before intruding. "Reid," I whispered. His head instantly snapped down to mine. He had really good hearing. "Hm?" He looked a little dazed, tired. "Whatcha thinking about?" I asked, tilting my head to the side a bit. he shrugged. "Just a case from a long time ago." I could tell he was lying by the faraway look in his eyes, but I didn't nudge him anymore, I wasn't going to pressure him into telling me anything.
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I worked with Garcia in her office for about an hour after talking with Reid. I still couldn't get him out of my mind, or what he didn't want to tell me. Garcia wiped the sweat off of her forehead. "Ugh, I love my office, but it gets hot so easily." She groaned. "I'll get you some water," I said. I was already on my way before she could accept my offer. I had been going stir-crazy in there, sitting still in the humid air of her office.
I stood at the water dispenser filling up two cups of ice water in the lounge. I took a big sip of mine and then set it back down to fill it back to the top again. Derek was in the corner and laughed. "Thirsty are we?" I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, I am actually."
With a cup in each hand, I began to make my way back to Garcia's office. I rounded the corner and bumped into someone. My face collided with their chest as the water soaked them. I pulled away, mortified. Upon seeing their face I became even more mortified. It was Spencer. Spencer Reid. He was soaking wet from head to toe. "I- I'm so sorry Spencer." I stuttered. He shook his head. "It's okay." I looked him up and down, at the mess I had made. His hair was smooth and shiny, and his dress shirt clung to him. His muscles, which I never knew existed, were outlined. I tried to tear my eyes away but I just couldn't. God, I thought he was hot before..
He saw me looking and blushed. I choked on my words. "Uh, follow me, I'll get you a towel." He obeyed and followed me into the supply closet. The door swung shut behind us and he followed me to the back. My face was beet red as I started gently drying him off with the towel. "No- Y- You don't have to." He murmured. "No, please let me." I said. He didn't put up any fight after that. I started With his hair. He looked so cute when it was wet and for a moment I started to smile but I quickly hid it away. Spencer awkwardly looked at the floor as I moved down to his chest. I touched him as gently as possible. I wanted so badly to just reach out and run my hand across his muscles, but I managed to keep my hands to myself for the time being.
I got on my knees as I began to do the part I dreaded the most, his pants. I looked up at him. He was beet red and I think I might have been too. He looked away quickly. "Can, I?" I asked softly. He nodded. I softly rubbed the towel on the upper part of his pants. My face was so close to him if someone had walked in they would have definitely gotten the wrong idea. He was looking to the side and as I rubbed off spots closer to his crotch he got fidgety and kept messing with the rim of his pants. I knew exactly what was going on. I smiled to myself but decided to act oblivious because I didn't want him to think what I was about to do was on purpose.
I pretended to drop the towel and moved my hand from his chest to right above his obviously hardening member to steady myself as I picked it up. As i got back into position I let my hand slide down his clothed cock. "Hm-" He hummed. I looked up at him for a moment. He was biting his lip and looking down at me. For one of the first times since I'd known Spencer I broke eye contact before he did. I pretended like I had no idea what I was doing, but I knew what I did had an affect on him, I could see it in his eyes. He was so needy. Needy for me.
I stood up and looked at him. We were almost eye to eye, but he was a little bit taller than me. "All good." I said, smiling at him. "All good." He repeated, his voice low. He was looking at me like a man starved. God, you would think nerds like Spencer would sort of be prudes, but he was the male equivalent of a slut. I tilted my head to the side, wondering to myself if I should make the first move. I thought about it for a few seconds before leaning in and kissing him softly on the lips, we both knew that he would be too shy to make the first move.
He was frozen for a few seconds, but soon he got ahold of himself and started to slowly kiss me back. I had my arms wrapped around his neck and his hands were on my back, then slowly slid down onto my waist as the kiss got more heated. We broke the kiss for a moment to catch our breath. I looked him straight in the eyes. "Do you want this Spencer?" I asked through my deep breaths. He nodded. "Y- Yes." He choked out. "But, I don't think I'll be any good." He said. I smiled. "It's okay, Spence, I'll walk you through it."
I dropped to my knees, I thought I might as well get him ready before straight off letting him fuck me. I looked up for consent before unbuckling his belt and letting his pants drop to his ankles. He reached down and rubbed palmed himself through his boxers a bit before letting me take over. "You touch yourself often?" I asked as I slid his boxers down. "Uh, yeah sometimes." He stuttered. I placed my hand around his shaft, he sharply inhaled. "Your hands are cold." He whispered. I giggled and started to slowly moved my hand up and down his member. "So, what do you do when you touch yourself?" I asked. He let out a small moan. "Uh, I find a good video on Pornhub, and then I'll-" He let out a soft groan, "And I'll start jerking off and thinking that I'm the guy in the video until- until I cum." I smiled, he was already hard. I kissed his tip which made him inhale sharply once more. "And what about the girl? Do you ever imagine anything about the girl?" I asked. I kind of already knew the answer, I saw the way he looked at me, I just wanted to hear him say it. "I- uh, I just imagine she's you." He said, barely above a whisper. I smiled, "Oh yeah?" I had thought about spencer when pleasuring myself before too, I remember countless nights moaning his name in my apartment, imagining him filling the room with his soft moans and then filling me with himself. I tightened around nothing as I thought about it.
Spencer was hard, but not there yet. I placed my lips on the tip of his dick and licked it before pushing the whole head inside of my mouth. "Fuck-" He moaned softly. As I got faster he put his hand on my head and leaned against the wall, struggling to keep quiet as he pushed my head onto him more and more. All his little moans and whimpers were so hot I was already wet. "A- almost." He choked out. I stopped. He looked at me in disappointment, I could tell he was close. "If you're going to cum you're going to cum inside me Spencer." I said, standing up and kissing him softly.
Spencer gently grabbed me by the hips and guided me to a counter which he promptly bent me over. I would have asked for some time to get myself ready, but I was already wet enough, the only thing I needed was him inside me. "You ready?" He asked. "Please Spencer," I begged. "I need you inside me." At that he pulled my skirt up over my ass and pulled my panties down. I felt his dick prodding at my entrance before he slid it up and down my folds. I let out a small moan, closing my eyes. I felt himself lining up with my entrance again before slowly pushing his head inside. "Fuck-" He breathed. I bit my lip as he started slowly pushing the rest of him inside me. When he was fully in he sat there for a moment. "Please move Spencer." I begged. He did as he was told and started moving back and forth. "Ngh-" He grunted as he thrust a bit harder. "Ugh!" I moaned. Spencer got faster and faster and harder and harder. I couldn't keep in my moans and I didn't try to either. "Fuck Spence!" I screamed as he thrust hard into me. "God, you feel so good. Fucking buttery soft-" He moaned. He trust in again and pulled my shirt down exposing my breasts. He grabbed them and squeezed them, letting out a big breath. I could tell he was getting tired. "Want me to ride you?" I asked. He nodded and pulled out, precum leaking from his tip. He grabbed a chair and pulled it to the middle of the room and sat down on it. I lowered myself onto him, letting out a moan. I started moving up and down slowly, my eyes closed and mouth open. It felt so damn good. He rested his hands on my ass and grabbed at it and slapped it as I went faster. I bounced up and down on his dick moaning louder than before. "Fuck! Ugh!" I groaned. He watched mesmerized as my tits swung in his face. I could tell he was close and I was too. "A- Almost there he groaned."
Before I could say anything the door was swung open and Rossi was standing at the doorway looking at us. I looked him in the eyes as I continued to bounce up and down, moaning loud enough for the sound to travel down the halls and into other offices. He was frozen. I felt my walls tightening around Spencer as he dug his nails into my back. We both came as Rossi watched us before he came to his senses and left. Me and Spencer sat in each others arms for a while, him still inside of me. We were breathing deep and both of us were sweating. Suddenly I stood up, kissing him on the lips as I begun hurriedly putting on my clothes. "I'm sorry Spence, Garcia is waiting for me."
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I heard that Silly Rabbit is the shit
unless you're @magnusbae in disguise i don't even know HOW you stumbled on that au or remembered it after all this time 😂 but it is, uh, that's one way to describe it.
watch video for context
this au is nonlinear and random and made up of little vignettes so i suppose i'll post a scene. the only scene i won't, or i suppose shouldn't, post, as buns tells me it must be withheld for humorous gratification, is the actual scene that references that video 😂
please note. this fic is 90% CRACK and not meant to be taken seriously
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Sculpture Class
“Why am I hearing student rumors about you being in their classes?” Hob demanded, hands on his hips. Dream, lounging on the couch in his office, didn’t deign to get up. “Is there some kind of Dream lookalike on campus I need to be aware of? Or are you just tormenting them again?”
“Tormenting your students is only one of my many activities,” Dream drawled. Hob frowned disapprovingly, which Dream found quite amusing. “But this is not one of those times. Am I not allowed to explore the university?”
“Well, you aren’t actually enrolled here, but I’m sure you’ve found a way around that.”
“Nobody dares to question me.”
Hob shook his head, but the admonishment in the gesture quickly ceded to fondness. “I’m sure they start daydreaming too quickly. What classes are you taking, anyway?”
Dream smiled, pressing his hands together. “For now, that is my secret.”
Hob sighed, but ultimately smiled. “Alright, you. Be all mysterious if you must.”
Dream would. He was no longer such a mystery to Hob as he had been in the past, nor did he want to be. But it was good to hold some things for himself. And it was always fun to keep Hob speculating.
Hob would learn about his newfound human hobbies soon enough, anyway.
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Crafting with his hands was… meditative. Dream understood, then, why humans spent time trying to banish their many thoughts and daydreams with stillness and silence – he had become so used to the cacophony that lived within him that it was startling to feel it recede to the background. Startling, and peaceful, a moment of clarity for deep focus and reevaluation.
Dream’s mind, such that he had one in the traditional sense of the concept, was a constant flurry of sounds and images, words and feelings, colors and memories. All thought, all imagination, all dreams, all nightmares touched him and lived within him. Dream was used to this and did not find it disturbing, he supposed it was in the way a longtime city dweller may become used to the incessant traffic, chatter, music, and humanity.
Losing it had been disturbing. Waking in Burgess’s cage to absolute, total silence inside his own mind had been one of the most disturbing things Dream had experienced in the past millennium. The Dreaming had been gone from his awareness, the songs of the dreams, too. The silence, the pure utter silence, a century of it – it was the one time in his long existence that Dream had genuinely feared he might lose his mind the way Delirium had, that he might fall into the slipstream simply for having nothing to latch onto. Ultimately, he’d had to ground himself in the meager physical sensations of his prison to avoid it.
Now, Dream was free again to drift in the Dreaming as he so wished. And the meditation of physical creating was not the horrible silence of having something fundamental ripped out of him. Rather, it was like stepping from the crowded city streets into an empty field for the first time in ages. Still, there were the buzzing insects, and the whispering trees. But the hardest edges of the clamor were distant, a memory.
It was peaceful. Peace was not something Dream experienced often. Strange, to be finding it more and more frequently here in the waking world.
He focused on the clay in his hands. It was a slippery medium – literally and figuratively – liquid and wanting to find its own shape rather than the one Dream had in mind for it. It was already all over his hands and arms, but he didn’t mind. Better to be mired in the creation while creating.
He worked, letting the pleasant haze of focus fill his mind. The art room was surprisingly easy to work in; Dream had expected to be annoyed by the presence of others in his space, but as it turned out, the focus of so many minds on creation built an ideal atmosphere for it.
He put his project together carefully, patiently letting the clay have its fits and disagreements. How fun, to work with something that talked back, in its own language. Dream had really been missing out on physical art; he’d have to keep working on rectifying that.
The day slipped by. By the time Dream had the piece the way he wanted it, night had fallen. He set it aside to dry – this would take a few days, and then it would have to be fired, as well. How thrilling, he thought, to be forced to wait to see his finished work.
He had been indulging himself for a while, and should return to the Dreaming to make sure nothing was awry. Before he did so, he stepped briefly through to Hob’s flat to say hello.
“There you are,” said Hob, sitting at the kitchen table with tea and a book. “I was starting to think you’d wandered off.”
“I wander, but I always return,” said Dream, bending to kiss him.
“I know.”
“But I must go to the Dreaming, I have left it awhile.”
Hob sighed. “I figured as much. Come back soon, hm?”
Dream hummed in response, and Hob tugged him down into a proper kiss, holding him close for several long moments before letting him go.
“I’m so curious what you’ve been up to, but I have a feeling you aren’t going to tell me because you want to be all mysterious,” he said when they parted.
“You feel correctly,” said Dream.
Hob waved him away. “Go on, you. Go be brooding and secretive in your realm so I can miss you more than I do already.”
“You desire to miss me?”
“Well, considering having you here all the time is a losing game, and not something I’d ask of you anyway, I figured I might as well lean into the thrill of missing you and getting you back,” Hob said. He looked up at Dream with a smile that was knowing, fond, tinged with the slightest melancholy. In that look, Dream felt understood, in both his wandering, and his constancy.
“You will have me back,” he said.
“I know, love. Now go on, Lord of Dreams, your royal duties await.”
Dream caressed his cheek, and then vanished.
----
Several days later, he had collected his sculpture, hardened from living clay into permanence. Now that it was complete, he was not certain what he was supposed to do with it. Dreams, once completed, went off to perform their functions, to continue evolving. This was static, completed. Dream was at a bit of a loss.
He took it to Hob’s office. Hob was annotating a book when Dream arrived. Notes for lecture, Dream supposed. Hob looked up to smile at him when he came in, but he seemed engrossed in what he was doing – until his gaze caught on the sculpture in Dream’s hands.
“That’s pretty. Is it a raven?”
“Three, in fact.” They twined in a flurry around each other, a carefully balanced triad that appeared off-kilter but held itself upright nonetheless. Figuring out the weighting of it had been an interesting challenge.
“Where did you get it?”
“I made it.”
Hob looked at the sculpture again more closely. “What, in the Dreaming?”
“No,” said Dream, placing the thing on Hob’s desk. While he was happy with the end result of the work, his interest in it was rapidly waning. Unlike his creations in the Dreaming, this sculpture was not alive, it did not move and think and affect the world around it, and there was little of interest in something so static. Unlike the Dreaming, where he had to focus on crafting the right dream, the right nightmare, had to be cognizant of the end result, here, the interest was solely in the creating. “Out of clay.”
He wandered over to Hob’s bookshelf, pulling out a text he hadn’t seen on the shelf before and flopping down on the couch to page through it. He held a vague awareness of all books that had been written, found them drifting in humanity’s subconscious, but he had hardly read all of them with attention.
Hob had picked up the sculpture and was now staring at it, running a finger along the delicate, glazed wings. “You’re really just going to drop an expert-level sculpture on my desk and go lie on the couch?”
“What else am I to do with it?”
“What--? Where--?” Hob spluttered. Dream really didn’t know what was so perplexing. “Dream!”
Dream just raised an eyebrow at him.
Hob sighed and put the sculpture back down, delicately. He came over and perched on the couch by Dream’s hip, taking Dream’s hand in his own. “Every day a new facet of you,” he murmured. “I guess I just didn’t realize you were an artist.”
“I create dreams.”
“I know, but I didn’t make the connection with human artforms.” Hob smiled at him ruefully. “Doesn’t help that you’ve been hiding these skills all this time.”
“I have not frequently indulged in art in the waking world, in the past,” Dream admitted. “At the time, it did not seem valuable, when there were dreams to create. I have inspired more art than I have made.”
“Oh, I’m sure you have.” Hob nudged him teasingly. “So many times, in centuries past, I’d be wandering in a gallery and find a painting or a sculpture that I’d swear was of you.”
Most of the limited time Dream had spent in the waking world had been around artists. Occasionally, he had deigned to serve as a more direct form of inspiration. “I am certain you were right.”
“Well, those artists might have gotten to paint your portrait, but I got you to take a selfie wearing cat ears, so—”
“Hob Gadling—”
Hob leaned down and cut him off by kissing him, warm and fleeting. “Tell me about your sculpture.”
Dream tugged him down so Hob, too, was lying on the couch, half blanketing his body. He liked the weight of Hob over him, it reminded him that this was the plane of the physical. As did working with the clay.
“It was… a satisfying exercise,” he said.
Hob propped himself up on one elbow to look at him. “Really? That’s what you have to say about your masterpiece?”
“The finished piece is unimportant,” argued Dream. “If I want to create a masterpiece, I will make it of dreams.”
“Alright, so why are you doing it, then?”
Dream thought how best to articulate the many sensations that arose in him when he created – and how it was different with the physical media of this world, in comparison to dreams. “In the Dreaming, I create with my will. I shape the Dreaming to my needs. It is part of me, and it responds. This is not true of material in this world. It is outside of me, and I must learn to communicate with it. I must remember… how it is to be physical.”
Using his hands… it was not that Dream never sculpted by hand in the Dreaming. But guiding thought and fear and whimsy into a being with the gentle touch of his fingers was so different from feeling the earthy weight of the clay resisting his attempts to shape it. Clay was earth, absolute physicality, the opposite of dreaming. And Dream felt electric and brazen daring to mold it.
“I appreciate the unique challenge,” he concluded.
Hob was still looking at him, a fond look having taken over the question in his eyes. He kissed the corner of Dream’s mouth. “You are a wonder,” he sighed.
Then his expression shifted.
“Hang on. Is that the class you’ve been sneaking off to? Sculpture?”
“Beginner sculpture,” Dream told him solemnly.
“BEGINNER--? Jesus Christ. The other students are going to throw you out a window!”
Dream considered the prospect. “That would be amusing.”
“Are you actually following the class?” Hob asked. He still seemed scandalized by the idea of Dream ‘taking’ classes. “Or are you just doing whatever you want?”
Dream tilted his head at him. What do you think?
“Menace,” Hob scolded, fondly. “Why do you even have to go to a class? Couldn’t you, like, steal some clay from someone’s dream?”
“I could. But do not both you and my sister insist on me interacting with humanity more often? I am interacting with humanity.” Or, being in its presence, at any rate. Dream rarely interacted with anyone unless approached first. He would rather stay absorbed in his clay. “Besides, I have found it is good, once in a while, to do things outside of the Dreaming.”
“Ah. So that’s the real homework you’re working on.”
Dream played with Hob’s hair. “Mmm. But it is no hardship.”
Hob took the hint and bent again to kiss him, shifting to lie more fully over him. He cradled Dream’s head in one hand. Dream slipped his hands up under Hob’s shirt. This, too, was a good way to remember physicality.
“If you’re going to insist that you don’t care about that statue,” Hob breathed against his mouth, “then I’m going to keep it.”
“Do as you wish,” said Dream. “I will make another soon.”
“Something even more beautiful, I expect.” Hob bit at his lower lip, then soothed over it with his tongue. “But not as beautiful as you.”
“That was trite.”
“Made you blush, though.”
“Only because you affect me too easily,” said Dream, an admission that Hob looked delighted to have gotten out of him.
“It might be trite, but it’s also true. You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen on this earth.”
Dream didn’t know how Hob managed to say such things without it sounding like exaggeration or falsehood, but it did not. “I am not truly on this earth. Or of it. You may have to broaden your parameters.”
Dream was not part of this world. But recently, he had been remembering – or perhaps relearning – that through its creatures, their dreams, their thoughts, their fears and hopes, this world was part of him. He remembered it when he looked at the clay staining his hands. He remembered it when he listened to Hob speak.
“Oh, on the contrary, love—” Hob kissed his jaw and spoke against the skin there— “you must be on this earth because you are the realest part of it. Sometimes I think you are the only true thing I’ve ever known.”
Dream smiled, turning Hob’s face back to him and looking at him from under his lashes. “But that, Hob Gadling, is only because you have always been a dreamer.”
#silly rabbit au#aka#the sugar baby au#and also#maximum CHAOS crack au#and artist dream#which i have a terrible soft spot for#dreamling#dreamling fic#my writing#dream of the endless#hob gadling#ask#anonymous
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MISLEADIN' ME SERIES: CHAPTER FOUR
VOIDRUNNERS
⊳ Gojo Satoru x f!reader
series masterlist
Genre: angst, fluff, sci-fi, cosmology.
Chapter warning&tags : ooc, mentions of blood and wounds, profanity, mentions of alcohol and smoking
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[29 Dec, 2018; 12:01am; hunter's headquarters].
"I've never met anyone so insolent in my life," Gakuganji shifted his gaze from Mei-Mei, who was in no hurry to get up from the table to the sorcerer, who was hastily pulling on a gray jumper ignoring her flirtations. Except the higher-up wasn't referring to either of them.
Gojo didn't care about the old fool's lamentations, and he cared even less about Mei-Mei's mocking taunts. He felt he had to catch up with Shoko, who had long since made her way up to the second floor. Brushing aside the girl's flirtations, he traversed the stairs in two leaps and saw Shoko already turning the handle of one of the doors. "Shoko, wait!"
She didn't have time to slam the door right in his face, but she did manage pinch his fingers with it. Shoko heard a low whimper from the other side, and swung the door open. "You're disgusting," she told him instead of greeting him. "Both of you."
Trying to maintain his usual demeanor, Gojo did his best to brush it off. "Oh, come on. Just wanted to have a little fun, what's wrong with that?"
Taking off her medical gown and tossing it on the dresser, Shoko turned toward him and noticed that he was clutching his already damaged fingers a little too nervously for a careless man. "What's wrong with that? These people have provided us with safe shelter and food while we try to find ways to create protective barriers around the schools without Tengen's involvement, and the first thing you do is fucking on their table," with each word spoken, shame pressed down on his shoulders causing them to slump ever lower. "Actually, I thought you two stopped 'comforting' each other a long time ago."
"There's been a lot going on lately," Gojo shrugged serenely keeping the indifferent but still familiar smile on his face, which disappeared as soon as he remembered what he'd just done. "What should I do?" he said quietly, barely moving his lips.
Hitherto looking at herself in the mirror and trying to wipe away the scattered mascara under her eyes, Shoko instantly turned in his direction, barely hearing the unfamiliar tone in his voice. "Are you in love or something?"
His reaction was so instantaneous that it was instantly clear as day. "W-what?" he perked up directing at her the most puzzled glance possible. "Don't be absurd! I've just never met someone, uh, someone so strong before."
"Uh-huh," Shoko said rolling her eyes. Not wanting to waste another second of time sacrificing precious sleep, she started pulling off her clothes. "First of all, you should at least apologize to her. Second, get out of my room."
To his disgruntled muttering, Shoko finally pushed him out of the room. "Yeah, by the way. I didn't ask your permission to examine Geto's body this time. He was my friend too. So no one will touch him now," she hissed slamming the door in his face.
"Well, I was going to cremate him anyway. After everything that happened," he thought to himself, but in the back of his mind he realized he had earned Ieiri's wrath.
He found himself in an empty, dark hallway, still clenching his aching fingers and shifting nervously from foot to foot. He should have apologized right now if only to just get the weight off his chest. So he thought.
As slowly as possible, Gojo made his way through the kitchen, which was empty, and straight into the hallway. He slowed down and picked up speed again mentally berating himself for his indecisiveness. Amidst the tangle of his own thoughts, he didn't realize how he'd ended up in front of the workroom door. What should he do? Knock? Or just walk in unceremoniously? What if you're already asleep?
Gojo stood like that for a moment longer, and it occurred to him that he really ought to have some decorum in someone else's house. He brought his hand to the door and tapped the metal surface with the knuckle of his index finger. "Come in," it was clearly not your voice.
Opening the door, Gojo's gaze fell on the man's broad back. Someone was going through the mess on your desk. After standing like that for a bit longer, Gojo realized the guy wasn't going to pay attention to him. "Hey. Where's Y/N? I thought I'd find her here."
The young man finally turned around and popped his head up giving him a sharp look of the green eyes that showed from beneath the black strands. "Just left."
The information he had just received made him furrow his eyebrows unhappily and bite the inside of his cheeks in worry. "I mean, she literally just got back, where did she go?"
A bright short flash suddenly illuminated the surroundings and sneaked violet rays through the workroom window causing the objects in it to cast shadows that darted about in a momentary frantic dance. When everything was back to normal, Kyle headed toward the door shoving Gojo with his shoulder along the way. "To the raid."
This information gave him a little less than nothing. Gojo realized that pestering a man who was unfriendly to him with countless questions was pointless, but at least he was entitled to one question. "When is she coming back?"
Already climbing the metal stairs, Kyle simply brushed him off. "Not earlier than in three days."
[31 Dec, 2018; 06:33pm; hunter headquarters]
After the exile of the curse king and a gray man like Kenjiaku the curses seemed to lie low as if they had lost all their courage. No one questioned whether this was true or not because with or without their existence, the life of the sorcerers continued, though in a drastic change of course. That was why now the students of the once Tokyo magical college were comfortably seated in front of the TV in the living room: some sat on the corners of the spacious couch, some sat on the floor having scattered countless cushions. Yuta who was caught in the embrace of Frank's right arm, who kept his gaze fixed on the TV show, shrank into a lump, and looking at the Frank's imposing figure was afraid to move.
After only a few short episodes, Itadori's patience broke baring endless interest. "Frank," Itadori sitting on the floor, popped his head up at the gray-haired man. "What do hunters do after all? From the name, I can figure they hunt, but what exactly do they do?"
Frank hummed not taking his eyes off the TV. "When this whole thing first started, hunters had almost exactly the same thing going on as ya all do. Just as ya seek out and exile curses, they sought out and destroyed the dioreacts. With only one correction - some hunters, who were later appointed superior because of this, had the ability to 'bind' a certain hunter to a certain dioreact. Therefore, hunter would follow in its footsteps, and when he was in close proximity, he couldn't realize where the thing was sitting. As if somewhere in the looking glass. They had to sit and wait, sometimes for months, for it to show up. That's how it was destroyed. Except...," Frank had to release Yuta from his embrace to scratch the back of his head as he held a bottle of beer in his other hand. "I don't know how exactly it happened, but at one point it dawned on hunters that they weren't destroying dioreacts because they started encountering other dioreacts, and they looked completely different - different height, gender, hair color, body type, but something inside told hunters that they had killed this thing before. And just like that, it turned out that hunters were only destroying their bodies, not themselves, which only provoked further fusions," Frank paused for a moment remembering. "Just when things were getting desperate, road to the judges opened up."
Finally turning toward Frank, Itadori folded his arms on the couch and rested his chin on them. "Judges?"
Frank only laughed rubbing the boy on the top of his head. "Don't even ask, kid. We don't know much about them ourselves. They're sort of judges of the creation, but hell knows what our minds paint. Dunno. The only thing we knew for sure was that they helped us get rid of dioreacts with ends. All we had to do was take them to judges, and that's where the question came in. How do ya get a creature that's many times tougher than ya to wear themselves out so that you just can grab them by scruff and take them to judges?
"How?" asked Yuta already regretting having reminded Frank of his existence again.
"Black orchid extract. It doesn't act on dioreacts like holy water does on evil things, of course. If ya spill it on them, they won't sizzle. But if ya cut their flesh with a weapon infused with extract, it causes them great pain. Or if ya inject them with a syringe they get paralyzed, but that's too wasteful of a dosage considering how long and tedious it takes to get it.
"What about dark energy?" asked Itadori examining his hand as if trying on how it would 'look' on him.
All Frank could do was shake his head negatively. "It used to be that the conductivity of hunters' bodies for dark energy was severely limited. There were exceptions to the rules, but no matter how much dark energy the hunters had in them, no matter how sophisticated their spells were, only the bodies that used dioreacts were destroyed."
Everyone's heads came up because there was an indistinct stomping sound from upstairs as if someone were walking unevenly or trying to dance unskillfully. As soon as the stomping died down, Frank took a couple sips from the bottle. "I was an old generation hunter," the living room seemed to fill with the sound of creaking heads turning toward him who directed skeptical, bewildered looks at him. Frank snorted indignantly. "What? I can't to get fat in retirement?" he looked around at everyone present; some of them hid their faces reddened with embarrassment while others continued to stare at him just as incredulously. "Never mind. All in all, as an old generation hunter, I can say that there is no trust in judges. After all, they're going through your memories trying to find some irregularities on a certain dioreact, and the catch is that they were finding hunters' own irregularities as well. Except no one gave us a goddamn list of rulebooks. The only thing that was comforting was that judges never interfered in anything themselves personally, apparently they always busy, so... so hunters went to judges themselves shaking and wondering if they'd come back. A lot of them never came back. Although the tradition with judges still exists, next generation came along, though.
The clumsy stomping that had come from upstairs earlier was heard on the stairs. Rachel, flushed from head to toe, was coming down to the kitchen humming songs as she went. Her red and perpetually curly unruly hair looked much more disheveled, and her unfocused gaze shone like a mirror. Finally making her way downstairs and into the living room, she stopped abruptly and staggered back as if perplexed that there was anyone else in the house but her. After a couple seconds of staring, she greeted everyone with a drunken nod, and turned sharply toward the refrigerator.
All the while, sitting in a cushioned armchair apart from everyone else and trying unusually hard not to draw attention to himself, Gojo watched the drunken Rachel, and his tongue was faster than his thoughts as usual. "Does this new generation of yours do anything? It looks like they're just getting by."
"Says man who can't even wash mug after himself in someone else's house," muttered Kyle who sat in the very corner of the couch and kept his eyes on the screen of his phone shifting his gaze from the news feed to the time.
Propping his head up with a hand, Gojo directed a squinting gaze at Kyle. "Huh? You wanna go outside and talk about it-"
Rachel, who had already managed to find a bottle of wine in the fridge, leaned on the couch and poked her head between Frank and Yuta, her face seemed to have resentment mixed with intoxication. "Actually, we do! Voidrunners. First we go in, then we run, run, run, hic~," she covered her mouth with her palm, her face going pale for a moment. "Then we run some more, then we fight, and if we're lucky we find people, take them out, BUT!" she dramatically raised her hand with her index finger raised. "There are two rules," she shifted her gaze to her index finger, followed immediately by raising her middle finger as well. "That's better. There are two rules! Never break the raid cycle and always carry a watch with ya in the void," noticing Frank's preternaturally reproachful look, Rachel hurriedly removed herself. "Dad, this is the last time, I swear," whereupon she headed drunkenly with a bottle of wine in her hand up the second floor back to her room.
"What was that?" asked Itadori waving away the smell of booze. "Kyle, what was she talking about?"
"Less one knows, better one sleeps," Kyle said without looking away from his phone screen.
"Kyle!" almost everyone in the room exclaimed synchronously. Everyone except Gojo, who was trying too hard to pretend he didn't care, but was praying inwardly that Kyle would be bribed by the voices of his students. He needed to know where you were and what was happening to you.
The green-eyed hunter flipped his phone away irritably and stared at the television not knowing who to stare at, running a hand carelessly through his hair. "What exactly do ya wanna know?"
Still sitting on the floor, Itadori moved closer to him. "What is void?"
"Place that the dioreacts created. It seems we have kinda wrong sun for them and the wind that is too warm, who knows. Because they are in albeit reshaped, but still human bodies, they needed similar 'earthly' settings, but in void there is nothing but heavy dark sand, cold rarefied air, black sky that seems to fall on your head or seems unusually distant. There isn't even a sun, there's some alternate heat source that gives the emptiness a purple glow. It seems the only thing they haven't screwed up is gravity. Still, the universe used very fine tuning to create the Earth, which the dioreacts can't replicate."
Gojo squeezed the arm of his chair in an inexplicable anxiety. So that's what that flash was. You went into the void.
"And the raids... So the raids are conducted there?" a shocked Yuta inquired quietly.
"Yeah," Kyle nodded his head idly as if he was in prostration. "We learned how to get in there freely a few years ago, but getting out isn't so easy - we have to look for rifts left by the dioreacts themselves. After we organized raids. We calculated the average statistical value of how long a hunter can last without food and water under stress. It turned out to be three days for each of us. So we went in, found ourselves in a random place and ran. We can't stop there, or we'll go crazy. If we can't run, we walk. If we can't walk, we crawl. About the rules... One voidrunner must enter the void before another hunter comes out, otherwise everything will be turned upside down, changed places. That didn't seem like such an aggravating factor to us before until we found out that the void wasn't really that empty. We just went in and wiped out the dioreacts that got in the way because the void gave them a vulnerable spot, right here," Kyle tapped the pad of his finger against the center of his collarbones. "It's not easy to do, but it's doable, no black orchids or judges needed. Except that on another raid one of us suddenly discovered a settlement, and it was populated not only by dioreacts, but humans as well. To put it more accurately, slaves. That's why it became important for us to keep order in the void and that's why the raid cycle can't be broken, one of us must be there. If the cycle is broken for even a second, we will lose sight of this settlement. Even if a voidrunner is badly wounded, they is only allowed to leave after his three days are up."
There was silence in the living room. Itadori looked like he didn't want to deal with dark energy and all that it entailed. Yuta looked at Kyle with undisguised respect.
"You mean you're getting people out of there? Can't they come out through rifts on their own?" asked Yuta.
Kyle shook his head slowly, the colored frames of the show reflecting lightly on the skin of his face. "As it turns out, they can't. Even if you take out the sentries, they just can't even get close to the rift, blown to ash. We can take them out with us conducting our dark energy through them, but to maintain a steady flow we have to sacrifice the number of people to keep them from being torn to shreds. So the so-called "evacuation" takes a very long time. That's what we do there. We look for a settlement, take people out, watch the dioreacts, who's doing what, who's at the posts, what time those posts change, we memorize everything and after we take people out, we do the roundups. Well, after everything is cleaned up, we can let everyone come out of the void and have a little vacation before the new race. We were just about out of it by the way, when Y/N started raiding again a couple days ago.
Itadori blinked and popped his head up frowning his eyebrows. "Rachel said something else about the watch!"
Kyle unlocked his phone screen and glanced at the time again. "I know it sounds counter-intuitive, but there is no time in void. Void and our place are causally unrelated. So if ya wanna go home, be nice enough to always carry a watch with ya, that is 'time'. If it suddenly stops or ya lose it, ya'll never get home no matter how fast you run to the rift. As Y/N said, while you're running to the rift, here it's likely the universe has time to go all the way from the big bang to the big crunch. I think if we could take one peek into the void from our world right now, everything would be frozen to us, even the grains of sand that the wind has lifted into the air. So the only sensible thing you can do is look for a settlement and hope that one day the voidrunners will come there and bring time with them," Kyle exhaled convulsively rubbing his fingers together nervously. "I'm telling it like it is now, but how many lives it took while we got it all laid out."
Itadori kept glancing at Kyle not daring to ask any more questions. Yuta was already sitting more relaxed; it was nice to be around people you knew something about, but just as he was getting used to the excessive tactility of the inhabitants of the house, Frank released him from his right arm and stood up from the couch. "I'm gonna go pack up the kids, and yeah, it's time to head back to Hopetown." Frank glanced at his watch, and realizing you should be back soon started packing in a hurry. "Don't wanna get in the hot seat. Keep an eye on everyone here," he gently ruffled Kyle's hair and headed out into the hallway.
The time of your three-day raid was inevitably coming to an end. You should have been home in about five hours. Unless you lost your watch or it broke, or someone broke it on purpose. You had to be back. Kyle wasn't the only one watching the time nervously now; blue eyes were checking the time on his phone now and then, intermittently flicking them up to the television, but only to glance to the face of the clock that hung above it.
[1 Jan, 2019; 12:17am; hunter headquarters; training field]
Your blurred vision began to focus, your surroundings began to gradually take shape, and your hearing finally caught the familiar sound of the crunching of the fragile thin layer of snow beneath your heavy boots. The cold winter wind was enveloping you here, but compared to the cold of the void even this embrace seemed unaccustomedly warm. Unconsciously, you unscrewed the two round respirators from your mask, which made a satisfying, quiet click as it turned. Your lungs were still burning with icy fire, and you methodically took deep breaths in and out. As you tried to warm your insides, you finally spotted a silhouette in the darkness of the training field, each exhalation drawing in a cloud of vapor.
"Well," Kyle exhaled grinning and sniffing his red nose. "Happy New Year."
You grinned back rubbing your chapped palms trying desperately to keep them warm. He slipped the warm jacket over your shoulders, and you made your way down from the training ground to the lower level of the cliff heading toward the entrance of the house. You cast a glance back over your shoulder. "Vito managed to get in on time, didn't he?"
"He got in by before twelve at night, don't worry," Kyle assured you softly.
Walking through the shroud of snow that was falling in prickly flakes straight onto your face, you had already entered the house soon and found yourself on the basement floor, right by the door to the workroom. "Got a present," he cast a cheerful but tired look of his green eyes at you. "Megumi's awake."
You didn't even notice how your eyes widened with delight, and you were tempted to say something, but all you did was open and close your mouth.
"That was the good news," Kyle said, and his voice grew a half tone darker. "The bad news is that we've been contacted by higher-ups for a couple hours, calling ya on the carpet."
The elation was replaced by a sense of irritation and annoyance. "What, right now?"
"They've made it clear they don't intend to wait," Kyle said with a shrug.
You knew there was no point in taking your own frustration out on the man in front of you, so you only exhaled trying to catch your breath. "I'll just take a shower, change my clothes, and go over to Megumi's. Ya go to bed."
"Ya know I can come with you, right?" said Kyle with hope in his voice trying to catch your gaze.
You shook your head slowly, carefully avoiding his eyes. "Ya can't. Good night," without waiting for his reply, you walked into the workroom slamming the door in his face.
***
The pleasant feeling of clean, fresh clothes on a clean body. You would have spent a little more time picking out a sweatshirt made up of softer fabric, but the message Kyle had told you made you hide your desires in a distant drawer.
You walked up the metal staircase a little too slowly as if you were deliberately stretching time. Once you were in the hallway, the dim light coming from the kitchen caught your eye. Perhaps Megumi's awakening had excite some of the inhabitants of the house making them forget their sleep.
Peeking out from around the corner, you saw a familiar white mop of hair. Your chest felt the unnaturalness of the moment. Shouldn't he be at Megumi's right now? Throwing another glance at him, you saw him once again check the time on his phone. "Hey."
He flinched and cocked his head as if he wasn't used to being approached discreetly. "Hey," carefully hiding the concern in his eyes, he assessed your condition. The moment his gaze tried to catch yours, he noticed you looking perplexedly at the table. Apparently, you noticed that the carefully left years of indelible drink marks and small chips from contact with the utensils had disappeared. "I bought a new table."
You bit your lip trying not to laugh. "Do ya always have such drastic methods?"
He just nodded, not sure what else to say. You didn't look hurt, or upset, or angry. It was as if you didn't care. Since when did he care about the indifference of someone he barely knew?
"First of all, you should at least apologize to her."
It was a lot easier for him to exile a dozen curses than it was to squeeze out a word of apology. Was it worth it if you didn't care?
However, sometimes your behavior caused him inner dissonance obscuring and confusing his muddled thoughts with unknown outlines of hope. "Why ya sitting here alone?" you asked with concern in your voice. "I thought I'd find ya at Megumi's since he's awake."
So you were looking for him? Most likely you just didn't put it the right way. "Well, first he was surrounded by my students, then your students, and then all of them together. After that, he was left alone with... Danielle. I think that's her name. There wasn't much time for me."
You didn't pry into his soul asking why he didn't just join the others. You had an alternative. You walked past him to the door of the infirmary. Stopping beside it, you took another glance at the sorcerer stepping from foot to foot. "Do ya wanna go see him now with me?"
He rose from his chair and headed in your direction shortening the distance between you with each step. "Yeah."
Suddenly you got a sharp blow to the head. A low hiss escaped your lips; grabbing your forehead and rubbing the sore spot, you glanced at the spot where the blow had come from and realized that someone had opened the infirmary door abruptly. Two identical heads showed themselves. "Y/N?" the twins shrieked your name in panic.
"Yeah, it's me," you said with a warning tone in every word. "Ya both," taking turns pulling the twins out from behind the door, you wrapped your arms around their shoulders. "Why are ya up at this hour?" your cooing voice didn't bode well.
One of the twins nodded toward the open door and muttered in a conspiratorial tone. "There's SO MUCH going on in there!"
You barely fought the urge to roll your eyes and turned to Gojo. "Okay, okay. These are my students. This is Axel," you pinched one of the dark-haired boys hard on the ear to which he grumbled unhappily. "This is Ryan," you pinched the other one as well. Еhe second boy looked like a dark copy of the first - his eyebrow adorned with a small oblique scar, and he was covered in piercings and tattoos which you had already managed to heap reproach on him for having gotten them without adult knowledge and in an obscure underground. "Axel, Ryan, this is Gojo Satoru."
One of the twins turned his head slightly toward the other. "Do ya think the hair color is real?"
"Yeah the hair color is real, but the eyes," Ryan spoke in a whisper as if Gojo wasn't literally standing in front of him. "Definitely contact lenses."
You let out an involuntary gasp of indignation. Grabbing both of them by the scruff of their necks, you gently nudged them towards the stairs leading to the second floor then turned back to Gojo. "I'm sorry; they can be very tactless sometimes."
"I don't even know from whom did they take such a behavior," Gojo laughed motioning in your direction. "You called my higher-up a fossil as I recall," the smile instantly vanished from his face when he noticed the slightly reddened skin on your forehead. He tried to reach out a hand intending to inspect the site of the blow, but immediately yanked it away. "Are you okay?"
"I've had worse," you grinned softly looking him in the eye. After a couple of seconds when you realized your eye contact had lingered, you perked up and headed for the infirmary. "Let's go."
***
Standing outside Megumi's infirmary room, you peered cautiously through the open doorway. The sight before you made you bite your lip to keep from grinning like a lunatic. Now you could see what the twins were talking about. The whole room was littered with different bouquets, scattered wrappers, and a pile of brightly colored cards on the table. Probably if it wasn't for Megumi's diet, there would have been pizza boxes. At the head of all this beauty, Megumi, whose skin was finally starting to get some color, was lying on the couch, and Danielle was sitting beside him pulling a chair closer to the bed. They were talking quietly about something, and every time Danielle's lips moved, the boy's face would turn a faint shade of pink or he would awkwardly fiddled with his fingers. From the outside it was noticeable how much of his newfound energy he was spending not looking in her direction.
You raised your head to look back at the tall and equally peering silhouette. "How would ya feel about disturbing their idyll?" receiving Gojo's affirmative nod, you entered the chamber, and moving two chairs closer to the couch, you unceremoniously sat down on one of them. Gojo sat down next to you. "Look at ya, two lovebirds."
Danielle averted her confused gaze pretending to look at the damn interesting view out the window. Megumi, on the other hand, was staring right at you. The corners of his lips trembled, and he bestowed you with a fleeting smile. "Hey, Y/N."
Gojo furrowed his brows, folded his arms across his chest and pouted his lips childishly. "You'd kill me for that."
The two of them needed to talk. Just talk. Even if it didn't solve anything, even if they didn't dare to say something important to each other, but now there was something more important - tomorrow would inevitably come for them again and again from now on, each time giving them a chance to make things right. Their only task was not to squander all the opportunities they had been given.
That's why you brought Gojo here - just to leave them alone. You glanced at Danielle and after waiting for her to finally look at you, you pointed toward the door with a slight nod. You rose from your seats at the same time causing the sorcerer, who was under the intense gaze of dark blue eyes, to throw his head up in panic. "Traitor!" he only managed to shout back at you.
Despite Gojo's typical demeanor - nonchalant and even a little light-hearted - Megumi sensing the growing tension assumed a sitting position and tucked his legs under him as if trying to shrink in size.
"I wasn't actually going to eat you, you're not as sweet as you think you are," with that phrase Gojo intended to light the mood a bit, but only seemed to alienate Megumi more. Gojo had to wipe the nonchalance from his face for a second. "How are you feeling?"
"Fine," Megumi said peering at the creases in the white sheets. He'd never been known for being talkative, but the cold tone of his voice sent shivers down the back of the Gojo's neck. The next question made his heart sink. "You weren't going to save me, were you?"
He was, but how could he explain to the kid opposite him that things hadn't gone the way Gojo wanted them to? He couldn't squeeze out an explanation that he would probably have the strength to destroy the curse, but only at the cost of Megumi's life. The words stuck a sharp bone in his throat. "Look, it's not that easy-"
"Were you going to or not?" persisted Megumi interrupted him. The boy had no desire to hear excuses.
Gojo involuntarily clenched his fists so hard that veins showed on the backside of his palms. "No."
"Fair enough," Megumi said with a shrug. The stiffness subsided, kid's body seeming to relax. Expecting a decidedly different reaction, Gojo was confused.
It seemed all that they were needed now was to smooth out the sharp edges hurting themselves a couple times in the process, but slowly and methodically getting rid of them nonetheless. "I know I wasn't the best mentor. More than that, I've been the worst caregiver. Truth be told, there are some things you'll probably hate me even more after finding out about, but one way or another, if you and I never part ways, I'll... I'll try to be a better person."
"Our ways will part? With you? You stick to everyone like chewed gum," the boy said, and for what seemed like the first time in the Gojo's memory, Megumi weakly smiled at him for the first time.
***
You've never really liked hospitals. A regular hospital and your infirmary weren't much different: the same rooms, beds, IVs, injections, beeping cardiomonitors, the smell of medicine and disinfectant solutions. But doc's was cozier. It smelled less like death.
As you sat with Danielle on the mobile couch in the hallway, you tried to restrain yourself from starting to tease her about matters of the heart. The blonde-haired girl got flustered then smiled shyly biting her lips, apparently remembering her quiet conversations with her new friend, occasionally giggling quietly to herself. Looking at her young unencumbered by experience face, your ribcage filled with affection. You had once long ago wanted to experience something like that. Now you hoped cowardly that she'd never ask you for love advice in the future because you didn't know what to do with it yourself.
As your gazes crossed again, a door slammed somewhere at the end of the infirmary corridor, and you heard heavy footsteps approaching. The hair on the back of your neck stirred, and you jumped up from your bunk at Danielle's understanding glance making a quick dash out of the infirmary. Except the hand that grabbed your shoulder was quicker. "Hold on, girl," if the doc's footsteps made you nervous, the tone of his icy voice made you feel truly terrified. "There's my next patient."
Overcome with stiffness, you slowly turned around and giggled nervously looking into his eyes. "Hey, doc," you tried to pull your shoulder back a little to shake off the heavy hand that was clinging with a dead grip. "Ya know, I got paged by the higher-ups, so-"
"They'll wait," without removing his hand from your shoulder, he led you to a vacant room. "Post-raid physicals are mandatory."
You glanced over your shoulder at Danielle, your eyes signaling for help. She shrugged and waved back with an unconcealed look of satisfaction on her face.
Doc released you from his grip only when you finally stepped into a vacant room, and he slammed the door behind you. Unlike your workroom, Doc's was always sterile. Medical flasks stood neatly in cabinets; new syringe needles packed and stacked in special containers, clean fresh linens on the bunk, not a speck of dust on the floor. You walked forward leading your hand over the clean smooth metal surfaces feeling your back being glared at. "Lie down on the bunk, take your top off."
"Pervert," you wrinkled your nose with feigned displeasure, but you walked to the bed and took off your sweatshirt and assumed a lying position. "Ya're not going to implant those things in me again, are ya?"
"It's a mandatory procedure," doc mouthed. Before you knew it, he was attaching devices less than five inches in diameter to your temples.
"Ouch!" you exclaimed with a sudden short burst of dull pain as he was already fastening the neurates near your heart, on your lower back and on your ankles with practiced deft movements. "That's hurt!"
"Don't exaggerate and stop squirming."
You froze. After only a couple of seconds, a growing discomfort began to appear where the neurates were attached. As they began to penetrate their sensors deeper and deeper under your skin, doc's screen showed more and more readings of your condition as he looked at it over square glasses. His dark skin shimmered a thick silver in the cold light of the fluorescent lights, contrasting beautifully with the doctor's white lab coat, his hands clutching your medical records.
You closed your eyes and concentrated on your breathing trying to chase away the dark thoughts of the upcoming conversation. You didn't want to listen to any lectures. You didn't want to feel anyone's concern, much less pity. Your only desire was to lie on the soft sheets for a while longer even if the sound of the broken flickering lamp irritated your hearing.
The doctor tossed aside the medical records and grasped the edge of the table with his hands. "Your vitals are deteriorating exponentially. You're only hanging on by your regeneration. But pretty soon your body will be so depleted that it will stop helping, too."
You opened your eyes a little throwing a fleeting glance at the monitor screen. "I'm fine."
"Yeah? Maybe you sleep just as well?" turning around to face you so he could better see the lies oozing out of you, doc leaned back against the desk. "When was the last time you slept and how much?"
"Before the raid, a couple hours," not a single muscle on your face flinched without betraying your deception, only the doc had your vitals besides your words. He trusted it more.
"Your neural connections have begun to break down," he informed, expecting you to react in any way. You rose slowly assuming a sitting position gently kneading your shoulders. It was almost as if you didn't care. "Ya know, at best you're in danger of severe headaches, hallucinations, mental breakdowns, partial or total memory loss. At worst, death."
Fumbling for the devices in your temples, you began to rip out the neurates staining the bed with blood in the process. "Unfortunately, death wasn't part of my plans."
"Are ya crazy?" growled Doc grabbing a pack of band-aids off the shelf and sitting down next to you. "I should be doing this!"
"I know, I know. I just couldn't take it anymore," you grinned looking into his amber eyes as he focused on the band-aid on your temple.
You could see him bite the inside of his cheeks. Doc could pretend all he wanted to be a heartless man who was just doing his job. But doctors often had to sacrifice their feelings shoving them to the very depths of their souls just to keep from going insane. "I don't know how to help you anymore. My energy isn't regenerating you. My regeneration and replication spells aren't helping you. Sleeping pills, sedatives, neuroleptics. Even had your bone marrow taken for evaluation," you cringed remembering the pain of that huge needle in your pelvic bone, so neither local nor general anesthesia worked on you. "And I never came up with anything."
"Ethan, I already told ya," you shoved his shoulder softly. "I'm not gonna die in the next fifty years. I really want to live."
"Then you should sleep," Doc said, though he realized that was the worst advice, like telling a deeply depressed person "don't be sad." He felt worthless.
"You're a great doctor, ya know," you seemed to read his mind. "No one but ya would have messed with me for so long. One day we are gonna figure out these adrenaline rushes when I fall asleep, and then we'll go celebrate your status as the best doctor in the universe."
"Whatever you say," he said getting up from the couch. "But your job is to see me as often as you can. I have other patients to see. And you try to get some rest."
Quickly pulling your sweater back on, you straightened up sharply remembering something. "Doc!" you exclaimed as he was already holding onto the doorknob. "And how are the... how are the patients who are, ya know... pirates?" you inquired tapping lightly under your left eye.
"Almost restored. You know it takes the lion's share of time to replicate and restore sensory organs," and seeing your theatrical nod, he finally opened the door behind which the white-haired sorcerer had been standing for an unknown amount of time. After looking him over from head to toe, Doc forced him aside with his imposing figure. "However."
Gojo leaned against the doorway watching you change the band-aids on your temples, which were already flimsy, into new ones. Then he took a glance at the white sheet, which was stained with burgundy liquid. He lost his patience when you stuck the band-aid crookedly to your temple for the second time, apparently because you didn't have a mirror in front of you. He walked over to the metal table, and with a tearing sound opened a new one holding out his hand to you. "Let me?"
You nodded briefly and tilted your head a little sideways to give him more access. The warm skin of his fingertips made contact with yours through the thin material causing you to cough nervously. "Did ya two talk?"
"A little," he replied lightly brushing the strands away from your other temple and doing the same manipulation. "You hurt or something?" you felt like he asked it just for the sake of cleverly jumping off the subject. He felt like he was having his soul torn apart by worry.
"Nah," you said running your fingers over the evenly applied band-aids. "Thanks for help," you smiled, your eyes colored by an affectionate squint. After talking to Megumi, it was noticeable that it was as if one of the many weights had been lifted from his soul.
It seems he just wanted to take another weight off his chest. Right on your head. "You know, me and Mei-Mei, it's nothing like that. Just... Just helping each other out sometimes."
You hummed involuntarily, glancing in his direction with confusion. "Why ya making excuses?"
"Dunno," a mocking smirk escaped his lips. He was probably back to his usual lighthearted credo. "Just glad you didn't whine about it. Because at first glance you seemed, well..., " he gave you a glance of blue eyes that for once made you feel out of place. "A prude."
The last word he said made you furrow your brows in confusion. You didn't know why, but you tried to search your memory for the prison term given for killing a man. "Excuse me?"
He didn't answer right away. Pondered whether he should have bitten his tongue off right now or left himself the option of apologizing in the future. "Uh, I didn't mean it that way."
As hard as you could to hide your growing irritation, you exhaled. You exhaled and were about to leave the room because you wanted to get things done rather than listen to the insults. "Honestly, I'd talk some more," you grinned softly wrapping your arms around your waist for a moment. "But right now, I don't wanna waste time with someone who's going to make a hundred excuses instead of saying sorry," you waved him goodbye briefly, and maybe his words would have hurt you if only your head wasn't full of meetings with your higher-ups.
As you stepped along the stony road, which was already partially overgrown with grass, you quickened your step with each wide step you took wanting to get it all over with as soon as possible, the wind itself at your back. In the distance, among the darkness of the trees, you could see tall stone structures, the core of which served as lanterns.
The rustling of leaves was hushed, breathing quickened. On the horizon, you could see the doors already open creating a picture of false hospitality.
You walked into the room and stopped in front of a large table on a small platform. It's a great way to show everyone who comes in their place.
No one paid any attention to you. The man sitting in the center continued to fill out some paperwork. His long black hair was in a tight braid, and even the strands that had fallen out and fallen into his face seemed to be in place. Beneath his thin-rimmed glasses was a perpetually disgruntled squint of his eyes. At his right hand sat another man, with golden hair and a far too kindly look for such a place. The other three chairs were empty.
"Where are the other snakes?" you asked not wanting to wait to be looked at.
The black-haired man finally looked up at you with a hard stare. "Watch your mouth."
"But it worked, though. Ya're finally paying attention to me, Chris," you drawled tucking your hands behind your back.
"Stop twisting names," he tossed the pen away and leaned back in his chair. "Now I expect you not to play dumb and explain the presence of strangers in the house."
"Who told ya?" you gritted your teeth in a frighteningly aggressive way, but when you realized you were losing control, you put a friendly expression back on your face. "We're sheltering coworkers in a difficult situation; I don't see anything wrong with that. Don't tell me it still bothers ya that your great-great-great- Long story short, that your distant relatives were wronged by a separate caste of sorcerers. That's so immature of ya."
The man grinned revealing a nasty grin. "You've decided to drag the others down with you? Isn't the mountain of corpses you're already standing on not enough?"
The veil of your eyes was abruptly blanketed by maddening lights. "The higher the mountain of corpses, the wider my view," you snapped at his arrogant expression. "But ya know, if you cause any of them to lose a hair, I'll rip your hearts out."
Christian leaned in your direction as if you were fighting for the title of most insane creature. "You've just given us a great idea because with our death at your hands we'll be only too happy to show everyone your true colors."
A dagger unconsciously appeared in your hand, you were already barely aware of your actions. "Ya fucking scum-"
You were forced to come to your senses by the golden-haired man who slammed his palm sharply against the wooden table. "Enough!" the sound it made made you come to your senses and you quickly suppressed the flash of rage in your chest, a convulsive exhale escaping your lips. "Y/N, that's not why we called you here. We're not going to interfere with what's going on in your house."
"Then what do ya want?"
Christian tossed the folder carelessly on the edge of the table, closer to you. You didn't even bother to pick it up. "Inmates are going missing in the Abashiri prison colony. Maybe it's just a trick by the wardens, maybe not. Either way, check it out."
"Even if they are dioreacts, ya know we only destroy them in the void-"
"I don't care much about that," Christian interrupted in an indifferent tone. "If they are there, then you'll go to the judges with them."
"You're already making no secret of the fact that you want to get rid of me."
Christian snorted derisively gifting you with an uneasy feeling in your chest. "I've never really hidden it. I keep hoping that one day your mask won't save you."
God knows you endured as long as you could. But you couldn't take it. You couldn't take it, and you laughed. Wiping the tears from the corners of your eyes, you looked at the black-haired man once more. "Screw ya," you took a breath and straightened your back regaining your carefree look. "Alright, I'm gonna go to your prison. See ya around."
***
Long after you had passed through the doorframes and walked along the stony road, you made your way through the trees. For some time now, you'd been aware of footsteps somewhere behind you, which was tiring. Exhausted from the pursuit, you cast a glance over your shoulder, and saw a glimmer of familiar golden hair. "Nael, stop acting like a stalker and just tell me what's wrong already."
"Christian is an ungrateful idiot," said the voice following you in an apologetic tone. "But I must show my gratitude at least on my own behalf. We ran tests on that amulet you brought back from Cambodia. It does indeed deliver steady streams of energy. So all that's left is the safety tests and we'll send it to Frank in Hopetown to put it in repository. The electricity and your relics that guard the town will be fine."
"Nice," you drawled without slowing your step.
Seeing that you weren't going to stop, Nathaniel cocked his sharp chin in concern. "They're planning to get rid of you."
"I somehow thought it would be helpful If one of higher-ups would owe me," you mumbled in a monotone voice peering at the earth-filled foliage beneath your feet wrapping yourself more tightly in your jacket. "But now ya haven't said anything new."
Nathaniel covered the distance between you in two steps and blocked your path. "I'm serious. They're planning something. I can't say more at the moment, but I'll try to figure something out. Just be careful."
"As always," you said splaying your hands tiredly, and stepped around Nathaniel and hurried out of the place.
[4 Jan, 2019; 10:18pm; hunter headquarters]
The fresh, frosty air filled the workroom from the open window. Without remembering how you'd showered, you were already sitting in a chair with your head hiding on your arms. Droplets dripping from your hair and falling to the floor made a measured, quiet background noise. Every muscle ached, every bone aching, and you bit your lip in frustration glancing down at the bed you'd laid on twice that evening in an attempt to sleep.
No one knew you were home. Not a single living soul had met you. Instead of being disappointed by that, you exhaled a sigh of relief. You wanted to be alone for a while.
Still, you were heavy of heart. You took off your robe and clumsily pull on your clothes to go upstairs.
***
There were only three people sitting at the dining room table. Itadori was fiddling with the box of the board game trying to find the place where the rules were described. Shoko was drinking her second mug of coffee clearly not understanding how she'd gotten here. Gojo rested his chin on his hand and brought his face close to the doctor's and glared at her apparently forcing her to join them.
Their domestic bustle made you squint your eyes affectionately. "Are ya awake?" your ever-unfelt presence made all three of them pop their heads in your direction.
You still couldn't get used to Itadori's perpetually enthusiastic demeanor. So when he jumped up from his seat and rushed towards you clutching the box with both hands, you backed up a little. "Y/N! Where have you been?"
Quickly going through all the possible answers in your head, you pulled out the simplest and most succinct one. "Work," Gojo was clearly not satisfied with that answer. He'd been hanging around your workroom and kitchen for three days straight, or looking out the living room window ten times a day hoping to catch a glimpse of your silhouette walking into the cliff.
"Okay," chirped Itadori and lifted the game box higher resting his chin on it. "Would you like to play Monopoly with us?"
"I'm afraid if I sit down to play in this state, I'll go bankrupt after the first move," you said,pushing your chair back and sitting down on it. "But I'd love to watch."
You heard a very quiet sound, like distant and uncertain footsteps. You stirred glancing around, but they didn't seem to hear anything.
"Then you'll be rolling the dice," Shoko addressed you sipping coffee from her mug. "I don't trust that asshole."
"Hey!" Gojo's indignant exclamation made Shoko roll her eyes.
Itadori enthusiastically began laying out the board game then began counting out everyone's initial capital to the Gojo's grumbling that the pink-haired kid was cheating and had put more money in for himself than everyone else.
You heard again the faint sounds of inarticulate whispering; this time your hearing made it clear that there was a commotion outside the infirmary door.
"Okay, we need to decide who goes first," muttered Itadori looking at the lid of the box that had the rules written on it.
"What kind of stupid question is that? Me," Gojo said impatiently in his voice grabbing the dice.
Shoko instantly snatched the die from his hands. "First is the one who takes out the bigger number, so back off."
There was the sound of the same footsteps and muffled scraping on the metal door, and looking around at everyone sitting there and noticing that none of them were paying attention again, you thought you were starting to lose your mind.
You jumped up from your seat at the anxious stares and walked quickly to the door of the infirmary opening it with a jerk. The two faces before you caused you to fall into a second stupor, after which you exhaled in relief. "Ya know," you said leaning against the wall to make way for them. "All the footsteps in front of the door mean nothing if you never got in."
When there were two people in the room, there was the sound of a mug falling and immediately shattering, the jagged creak of a chair being pushed back, and someone's inarticulate stammering.
Itadori stood up from his chair and tried to take a step in their direction on trembling legs. "Nanamin?" he shifted the look of wet eyes from the blond man to the girl. "Nobara?"
Crossing her arms over her chest and looking away with a frown, Nobara didn't even think about making a move to meet him. "Have you buried me yet, dumbass?"
Overcoming the trembling in his legs, Itadori covered the distance between them in no time and enclosed them in an embrace, no longer hiding his tears. "Alive! You're alive!"
Confused by such an emotional greeting, Kento awkwardly patted the boy on the shoulder. "Decided to stick around for a while," Nanami shifted his gaze to the confused Gojo who couldn't understand why he hadn't sensed them. "Never mind," Kento said turning to him as if he'd read his mind. "Just a side effect of the treatment. It'll be back to normal soon."
Gojo immediately jumped from his seat, and under Shoko's same tired, but already widened by shock gaze, embraced all three of them, even though of the three only Itadori was happy about it.
At the sound of someone's voice calling you from the infirmary corridor, you took one last glimpse of the tender picture of the small reunion. You swallowed the indistinct lump of a long-known feeling and walked into the infirmary closing the door as quietly as you could. You didn't belong there.
***
Doc was walking toward you so fast that the oncoming air current made the white coat flutter. "Come on, let's go help calm Danielle down and get her out of here."
"What's the matter?" you asked perplexedly rushing towards him and the two of you headed towards one of the rooms.
"Oh yeah, you weren't there," Doc said looking at someone's medical records over square glasses. "Vito got out of the raid tonight on schedule. But he didn't come out quite whole."
"And how bad is it?"
"His condition is severe, but stable. He passed out as soon as he came out of the void, hasn't regained consciousness since."
Once outside one of the rooms, Doc opened the door with a jerk. Vito was there, neither dead nor alive, lying serenely on the couch. Every part of his body visible from beneath the bedspread was covered with deep cuts from which a thick green liquid flowed uncontrollably in small quantities staining the sheets. An oxygen mask covered the lower half of his face, and if it weren't for the cardiomonitor beeping nearby, you'd think he was really dead because his chest wasn't heaving. "Oh shit," you sounded so unemotional that anyone would get the impression that the toothpick had more feelings.
Next to the motionless body in the chair sat a slumped Danielle, who had probably already cried all her tears, leaving behind dried smudges under her eyes and an accompanying lifeless look.
Doc leaned toward you and said as quietly as possible. "Get her out of here. She's only in the way."
"Cold fish," you muttered quietly to yourself.
"Cheeky obstinate wench," Doc said adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose.
"What?"
"What? I thought we were just exchanging all well-known facts," he whispered before turning around and walking away, leaving you alone.
You walked slowly around the bunk biting your lip. At first you wanted to grab a chair and sit next to her, but instead you turned the girl and the chair to face you and sat down on the floor. Danielle's head hung down like a rag doll. It was as if she wasn't even aware of your presence. Had she really been sitting here like this for almost twenty-four hours?
"Bun," you tapped your finger quietly on her leg. There was no response. "Look at me," you gently cupped your hands around her cheeks forcing her to look at you. She blinked slowly once then just as slowly blinked a second time. Her eyelashes fluttered uncontrollably, and she clutched her eyes shut with all her might and cried again sliding to the floor into your arms. "I know," you cradled her sobbing figure against you, and she nuzzled her nose into your neck. "Your father's made it out of worse than this," you grinned sadly realizing that you were such a poor comforter. "He'll come out of it. Maybe not today, not tomorrow, not in a week. But he'll wake up. When he does, it seems to me he'd like to see ya rested and happy, even if only a little."
"Take me through the isolation," Danielle pleaded in a sobbing voice pulling away from you. "I can't go on like this. I wanna go on the raid with ya."
"You can't, you're not ready yet," seeing that she wanted to interrupt you, you gently held your palm up letting her know you weren't done. "Besides, you're driven by revenge right now. Trust me, it won't lead to anything good. Don't rush things, let them take their course. You'll make fewer mistakes that way," Danielle nodded her head in defeat and snuggled into your shoulder again burrowing into your hair. "Let's go to bed, bun. Sleep on it. Now go ask doc for a sedative, okay?" she nodded weakly into your shoulder. Gently holding her by the waist, you set her on her feet.
Waiting for her to leave the room, you leaned against the doorway glancing at Vito. The cardiomonitor kept beeping, as if it were negotiating with God. "Ya'd better wake up," you said in a warning icy tone. "Don’t ya leave her behind," slamming the door behind you, you headed down the hallway after Danielle.
***
Once in the living room and standing in front of the stairs to the second floor, you said goodnight to Danielle and wiped away your tears one last time. Two pairs of eyes watched you, the owners of which were hesitant to interfere with your soft interactions. Gojo watched as you gently cupped Danielle's cheeks with your palms and, looking into her eyes, said something softly. The girl nodded quietly and staggered off to the second floor, while you stared at her. So you can be this gentle, too.
Hearing the quiet slamming of the door and making sure Danielle had gone into her room, Gojo drew your attention. "Something wrong?"
You perked up as if you hadn't noticed them before. "Nah," you said shrugging nonchalantly. "Has everyone else gone to bed already?" you shifted your gaze from Gojo to Shoko.
"He bugged everyone," Ieiri said pointing at Gojo and leaning back in her chair. She had an unlit cigarette between her lips.
You splayed your hand tiredly, pointing to the window. "At least open the window before ya smoke," Shoko nodded, and you wandered toward the basement door.
The Doctor glanced at the sorcerer, who was nervously crunching his knuckles and staring at the corridor you'd just disappeared into. "You look pathetic," she said clucking her tongue. "Just go."
He immediately took off from his seat. Quickly descending the stairs, he knocked on the door to the workroom, but only to enter unceremoniously. There was no one inside. He exhaled convulsively. Had you gone out again?
Gojo ran outside in what he was wearing - a thin gray sweatshirt, black sweatpants, and bare feet. The damp winter wind knocked his breath out for a second messing his white strands into wet ones. As he discerned your silhouette sitting on the bluff just ahead in the lowermost tier of the cliff that rested against the ribbed stone with his shoulder, he walked back into the house in a hurry, but only to slip his shoes on his feet and grab his jacket.
With the sound of restless waves and sea ice crashing against the rocks, he approached you from the back as softly as possible gently slipping his jacket over your shoulders, and sat down next to you. You could smell the odors of burnt wood, peppermint and something sweet mingling with the smell of winter.
Even though you hid it, the dark circles and bloodshot eyes gave you away. You were terribly tired, mentally and physically exhausted.
Gojo realized he'd caught you at the exact moment you didn't want a single living soul to see you. It made him uncomfortable, but he just couldn't go and leave you here alone in the dark and cold. When he saw your hand resting on the cliff, he slowly moved his own, inch by inch toward it.
He nudged you lightly with his shoulder. "Hey," he called out to you softly. "You're gonna get cold."
You grinned assuming a straight sitting position and glimpsing the jacket you were wearing. "I see ya've already moved your stuff in, too."
He nodded smiling awkwardly. If you'd even looked at him, you'd have seen that he looked a little flustered. It seemed to have gotten through to him that he didn't want to be another burden on your shoulders, and judging by how rarely you were home, you had too many of those without him. "I'm sorry," he breathed out surprised himself that it was easier than he thought. "I'm sorry for snapping at you in the morgue. For the incident with Mei-Mei. For insulting you in the infirmary. I'm sorry and... Thanks for everything. I just hope you can forgive me and we can be, well, um... friends" at this point your pinky fingers made contact. You didn't pull your hand away.
"Apologies accepted, but no thanks. Wrong tree," you said and glanced at him with a muffled giggle. His heart skipped a beat. He wanted to take off your mask and see you smiling.
"So much for modesty," he drawled and leaned closer to your face looking playfully into your eyes. "Wanna watch cartoons?"
You nodded cheerfully. "Lead the way."
Once you were in the house, you agreed to meet in the living room because you both needed a change of clothes, damp from the snow and wind. Standing in his room, having already changed his gray sweater for a black one, he stood in front of the mirror and tried to arrange his unruly hair somehow. After another attempt, he blushed at the realization of what he was doing and hurried down to the living room.
You were already sitting in the living room, pulling on your soft pajamas and tying your wet hair into a messy ponytail. Sitting here before you hadn't noticed how cozy your couch and how nice the warm light from the dim lamp were, or how warm the room could be. You hadn't noticed it in the same way you didn't notice now how someone's hands gently covering you with a blanket. You fell into a long-forgotten restless sleep.
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You made your way through the laughing backs throwing apologies in your wake every now and then. There were too many people in the bar making the smells of tequila and coke and whiskey more stuffy and stale.
You traversed two steps, the sides of which were missing almost all the balusters, and found yourself in a more secluded deserted little hall. Despite the large sign with the crossed-out cigarette, the room was filled with curls of scattered tobacco smoke.
Tripping over another foot and apologizing, you glanced at the green shabby steering wheel on the wall; next to it hung a huge swordfish that pointed its long, straight nose straight at the bar. Behind the bar fidgeted a thin and angular bartender with a sullen expression; between mixing and pouring drinks for customers, he grimaced and frantically polished glasses.
You finally found yourself at the shabby wooden table where Vito was sitting staring at you innocently and taking a few sips of beer. You immediately snatched the bottle out of his hands indignantly. "Ya crazy?" you hissed sitting down on a flimsy wooden stool. "What did the doc tell? No fatty, fried, floury, salty, sweet, and especially no alcohol! Why ya even here?"
Vito laughed guilelessly not attempting to take the bottle back. "Just wanted to unwind," he gave you a soft look. "I don't think I've even noticed how you've grown from a little troublemaker to a huge nerd."
"Speaking of nerdy," you said getting up from the table and heading towards the bar. Once at it, the bartender threw a frown at you as he continued to rub his glass. "Water, please. And grape juice."
Without a word, the bartender pulled a bottle of water and a juice box from under the bar in one motion, and filled the glasses with ice pouring the drinks into them in a couple of seconds. "Thank ya," you said taking the cold glasses giving the bartender one last wink. "I see ya!" you said in a warning tone when you noticed him reaching for the beer bottle. "And here's your alcohol for the next six months," you placed the glass of water in front of his nose with a victorious look. He accompanied your figure with a sour expression.
"Life just got a lot more boring for some reason," Vito sighed theatrically taking a sip of water. He looked at you, then at your glass and grinned covering his lips with the back of his hand. "You remember when you were a kid at Christmas whining to Frank about giving you a wine glass?" he asked propping his head up with his hand. "You hopped grape juice out of it all day, and after drinking about three boxes you pretended to be dead drunk all evening?"
"Don't ya dare even start."
Taking another sip of water, he tried with all his might not to laugh, lest that water end up on your face. "And the next day you kept everyone awake all morning demanding that they give you a 'hair of the dog'," he laughed, and you brought the ice-cold glass of juice to your face trying to cool your burning face. After sitting like that for a couple minutes, you finally brought the glass to your lips, wanting to moisten your parched throat. Vito looked up at you. "You won't take off your mask even now?"
You ran your fingers lightly over the matter on your face, provoking it to pop in small stirrings. "It's kinda hologram, though. It doesn't interfere."
Vito nodded understandingly. "How's Danielle doing?"
"She's fine. Still can't get over the state you came out of the raid. She's worried and scared."
Only Vito opened his mouth to say something, but he was immediately interrupted by a woman's voice. "Bun?"
Your heartbeat instantly sped up, now and then getting out of rhythm. Your body stiffened. Turning your head with difficulty, your eyes widened in shock. "Mom?" you didn't recognize your own voice, weakened and hoarse. You coughed quickly getting up from your seat. "What ya doing here?"
Her arms hugged you tightly. "Vito told me you'd be here. I'm sorry, I'm sorry I can't stay here for long. I have so much to do. But I really wanted to get one glimpse of what you've grown up to be," she whispered softly, kissing your face. "Are you doing okay?"
"I'm okay, mom," you forced out words in a broken voice as she wiped your wet cheeks with her warm thumbs. "It's okay."
"We'll stay here a little longer next time. I promise," she said looking into your eyes. "I have to go, bun. I love you," she whispered giving you one last kiss on your forehead and hurried to the front door.
"I love you, too," you mouthed it watching as her silhouette disappeared behind the door.
You sat down slowly in your chair keeping your gaze fixed on the entrance. Vito was tactful enough not to say anything about your condition. It was the first time he'd ever seen tears rolling from your eyes, though. He awkwardly drained his water glass. "Y/N, I'm gonna go too. Gotta stick to the regimen or the doc will sew me to my bunk."
"Huh?" you popped your head up looking at him, but it was clear from the look in your eyes that you weren't here right now. "Yeah, sure. I'll see ya around."
As you tried to finish your glass of juice, the conversations began to die down. The smell of tequila began to fade, and there were fewer dirty jokes.
The bartender continued to rub glasses to a shine just as zealously, glaring at you with a frown when you were all alone in that bar at the corner.
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hello! Because you've brought up the idea a few times...
Prompt: magnus gouges someone's eye(s) out
(Typing this made me realize that this may be too dark, if so please ignore!)
here we go, uh. this has a very obvious and specific kind of violence so like. please proceed with caution anyone who reads.
spoils of war verse!
also anon this was absolutely fine!
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“And who said—” Magnus asks calmly as he rests the pointed metal of his clawed ring delicately against the whites of the seelie’s eye, “that you could look so closely at my boy?”
Alexander is still and quiet on the other side of Magnus and he’s watching Magnus intently, which means he’s trying to figure out how exactly Magnus views him.
If Magnus lets this go, it could take months for Alexander to accept that Magnus actually values him and what kind of husband would Magnus be, to let such an insult go.
“He’s just a pawn, your Highness.” The seelie whispers, “I wasn’t looking at him. I was admiring the cloak he isn’t fit to wear.”
Magnus chuckles and motions for Alexander to come closer to him and he does, obedient but wary.
There’s a distrust in his eyes, as if he thinks this is the moment when Magnus decides he’s had his fun and is done keeping his boy close and protected.
Magnus nearly coos at him, but instead he crooks his free fingers, and the cloak moves from Alexander’s shoulders to instead fall into a heap on the ground. One walks through this path barefoot and Magnus smirks at the knight who was supposed to be their guide, the claw of his ring tapping delicately against the seelie’s sclera.
“Your feet seem cold, Alexander. Come stand by me, the feathers will keep you warm.”
There is disbelief in the seelie’s face and a pause before Alexander steps even closer and stands once again within Magnus’ reach, feet covered by the cloak.
“It does not matter why you looked at him.” Magnus tells the knight with a cruel, vengeful smirk. “It only matters that you did. I warned you, to keep your eyes to yourself lest you lose them.”
Magnus uses magic to hold the seelie still, the flames of Edom rising up around him and disintegrating the plants that try to protect the knight. Alexander is still beside him, and Magnus can feel how he tenses, how his body moves automatically into a defensive stance.
Magnus wishes he could see Alexander but instead, he’s dealing with someone not worthy of living.
It’s with disdain that Magnus digs the point of his ring into the curve of the eye, and he hooks into it with magic, pulling it free with a loud, violent pop. It’s audible even over the seelie’s screams and Magnus sighs and pats the seelie’s cheek with his soaked hand after he crushes the orb in his hand.
“If only you hadn’t looked at him.” Magnus murmurs to the incoherent, wailing man, “you could have lived.”
Magic claims the second eye, pulling it free from the socket with a wet grind and since it’s intact, Magnus flicks it to his laboratory. Perhaps he will make Alexander a present with it, as an apology for such an unsightly display for his boy’s first trip to the seelie world as Magnus’ consort and husband.
It’s almost an afterthought, to use magic to pluck the seelie’s heart from his chest and even before he throws up a magical barrier, feathers are blocking Magnus from the gore of his kill. For a moment he thinks Alexander’s used the cloak, before he realizes it’s Alexander’s wings.
They’re gorgeous and Magnus regrets not insisting on seeing them the first time he claimed his boy.
“Alexander, you shouldn’t have.” He chides gently and he uses magic to clean away the mess and he reaches out, running his fingers over the closest feathers and chuckling when they flutter against his touch. “You didn’t need to get dirty.”
Magnus has never touched a nephilim’s wings with anything other than violence and, with Alexander’s feet kept warm by the trophies of a thousand corpses, Magnus keeps his movements soft. He’s indescribably tender as he gently pets his fingers over Alexander’s gorgeous plumage.
“How can I ever take you anywhere?” Magnus asks absently, “I’ll have to leave massacres in our wake and then where will we be?”
Alexander gives him a pleased, endeared look and shifts closer, his wings brushing up against Magnus. They’re delightfully soft and deceptively strong and Magnus carefully burrows his fingers through the thick, soft feathers at the base.
“You didn’t need to kill him.” Alexander tells him with a sigh as he looks at the remains of their guide. “It’s nothing I didn’t expect.”
“The queen’s pride and joy of a knight shouldn’t have been so insulting.” Magnus reminds him, “why should I suffer my treasured consort to be demeaned? Why should you expect to be insulted, Alexander. Does a king not protect his consort?”
Alexander sends him a searching, curious glance but he stays silent and for now Magnus allows it.
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˖°.‧₊˚✧ juno
✩ let me love your OCs masterlist
i. love. juno.
i've talked about @lazarel-3000's oc before at length but if you haven't read The All of You, you should do so immediately and leave lots of love & kudos. i am so grateful for them creating juno, sharing her with me & the world at large, and all the absolutely fuckin drool-worthy art they offer up of juno x rocket that has altered my brain chemistry and which i think about almost daily (serious they are one of my favorite creators of all time so check out their blog and give them a follow). anyway me drawing juno sometimes feels like the height of hubris (how dare i) but i am a mere mortal and weak to such temptations
i have many favorite lines and moments in The All of You but one of my favorites is (spoiler) when juno flashes a bunch of drones to...distract them? prove her identity?...while she and rocket escape. girl's not wearing very much in the first place - just some jewelry (probably significantly less than i have her in tbh). i also forgot that her tits were covered by an ore chain at first (my b) so i added one on top off all the jewelry i had already painted (made me a little sad to cover it up so i saved a detail layer lol). i mean granted "ore chain" and "heavy gold bejewelled bib necklace/chestplate" aren't really the same thing but honestly i just wanted an excuse to draw juno covered in sparklies.
i could've done better with my anatomy (again i forgot about the chain so the original drawing was literally just her about to pull the neckline of her “dress” open and when i added the chain i thought — well I should fix her hands so it looks more like she’s holding it? but then i just… didn’t) and i had another version with linework on the jewelry but honesty i decided i like it better like this. did i have too much fun lazily painting misshapen beads? yes. did i overdo it on the glitter? also yes. will it actually hurt your eyes? still yes.
do i have any regrets? not a goddamn one
anyway thank you again to @lazarel-3000 for creating this babe and letting me have fun drawing her
slightly nsfw behind the cut? some close-ups that are a touch risky and a jewelry-free version. better safe than sorry.
previous juno doodle
a look at the jewelry under the literal only thing hiding her boobs
one of my fave lines (i have so many) is about how her jewelry is covering more of her than the fabric. i think the fabric’s supposed to be smaller but i just settled for making it as transparent as humanly possible so uh yeah.
anyway yes that's it this was such a glitterific fun little portrait to waste time on this week while work is closed for winter break. go read The All of You and thank you again, @lazarel-3000, for ALL your creations. ♡♡♡♡
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The Big Bad Wolf
Part 14.5
Word Count: 1,286
Warnings: None
Note: This is just a lil thing. You can skip over it completely, it doesn't actually have an effect on the story. I just thought it was kind of fun to see a different perspective.
Hikaru and Kakashi stared at each other across the small kitchen table. Kakashi had picked him up from his great grandma’s house a couple hours ago, which ended up being perfect, because it gave him an excuse to escape the Elders. He hadn’t been intent on telling them he sent Obito with you, but the old bags were pushy and intrusive by nature and just had to know all the details.
So, they spent the afternoon taking turns berating him while he made non-committal noises in response, scanning over documents that needed signing. He hadn’t started out being rude, but he did tune them out around the third time they repeated themselves.
They weren’t pleased with any bit of the situation, to say the least.
Hikaru sipped on the juice Kakashi had bought him on their short trip to the grocery store, eyes never breaking contact. The way Hikaru seemed to read into Kakashi’s soul was absolutely unnerving. It had him wondering if this is what people had been subject to when he himself was a toddler.
The silence stretched throughout their meal. Kakashi had picked up Ichiraku on their way back to his apartment, how could he not when he ran into Naruto around dinner time? He ordered a handful of things for the little boy - none of which he touched. He had asked your grandma what Hikaru liked to eat, but she just shrugged her shoulders and told him she didn’t really know before ushering him out the door.
Kakashi fidgeted in his wooden chair and his fingers tapped an off-beat rhythm against the tabletop. He hardly touched his own food; the reality of him taking care of a child for the weekend fully setting in and making him queasy. He knew he could handle it, but he feared messing up - especially when it was your child.
He crossed and uncrossed his ankles under the table, listening to Hikaru gulp down his apple juice when he suddenly had an idea. He wove his hands in the air, turning his body to the side. In a puff of smoke, Pakkun appeared with his usual grumpy expression.
“What can I do for ya, Boss?” His deep voice broke the silence.
“Dog?” Hikaru asked, pointing to Pakkun.
“Uh, whose kid?” Pakkun raised a brow.
Kakashi rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, you see..”
Hikaru climbed down from his chair in a flash and came over to inspect Pakkun’s little face. Pakkun sniffed the air and shook his head, rolling his eyes. “Nevermind the question, this is Y/n’s kid… nice to meet ya, kiddo,”
Kakashi’s brows shot up. “How do you-?”
“Boss, the kid has her scent all over him. Smells like you do every Monday - y’know, when you call me over here and you’ve got that dumb look in your eye,”
Kakashi spluttered a little at the accusation, a deep crimson staining his ivory cheeks that he was grateful were partially covered by his mask. The dog only rolled his eyes again, holding in a scoff at his behavior.
“You gonna tell me why you got the kid?” He asked while Hikaru roughly petted him between the shoulder blades.
Kakashi gave him a quick rundown of the situation; the grumpy dog taking Hikaru’s clumsy affections in stride. At the end, Pakkun sighed out. Of course Kakashi would put himself in the position to take a child he had little clue of how to care for.
Pakkun agreed to stay and help for the evening, and Kakashi nearly collapsed in relief. He wanted to do well with this task, just like anything else he did, but this specific one held extra weight. He needed to impress you and get in the good graces of your son, who was now side-eyeing him from his spot on the floor.
Hikaru and Pakkun ran around his apartment for an hour or so while Kakashi cleaned dishes, made the bed and got a bath ready. He had borrowed the bed set right from your bed when he had gone to retrieve things for Hikaru. He remembered reading somewhere that little kids were a lot like pups, and smelling their mom would soothe them. Your grandma had also informed Kakashi that he shouldn’t waste his time getting Hikaru to sleep by himself. He wasn’t the type of kid who slept easily in new places, and would keep him up all night trying to crawl in bed with him. So, what better way to keep him happy? Kakashi thought to himself.
Once the water was just the right temperature, Kakashi went out into the living room and corralled Hikaru, who was jumping on couch cushions and cackling at Pakkun, who was trying his darndest not to get stepped on.
Kakashi smiled to himself before flashing Pakkun an apologetic look. “Hikaru! Are you ready for a bath?”
Hikaru stopped jumping and looked Kakashi dead in the eye before stating a taunting, “No,”
He started jumping again, but Kakashi was quick to swipe him up. He carried him to the bathroom where the child didn’t put up a fight about getting undressed. He gladly got into the warm bath and played with the soapy bubbles filling the tub.
“I’m heading out, Boss,” Pakkun called from the bathroom doorway.
“Ah, already?”
“I think you’ve got it handled from here,”
Kakashi smiled gratefully beneath his mask, his eyes turning to crescent moons for a moment. “Thanks, Pakkun. You did a great job,”
He left Kakashi and Hikaru alone with a poof. Kakashi smacked a hand on his thigh. “Welp, just the two of us, now, huh?”
Hikaru looked up at him mid bubble-bite. In response, he splashed water up at Kakashi, who received the brunt of it on his mask. It seeped through and had him pulling it down to wipe his sleeve across his face. He shook his head and raised a brow at Hikaru.
“Do you do that to your mom?” He asked in a stern tone.
Hikaru stared at his now bare face. He pointed up to Kakashi’s mouth and his little face suddenly broke into a bright smile.
“Yeah!” He shouted enthusiastically, still pointing at where his mask had resided.
Kakashi was taken aback at the first smile pointed at him all evening. It took him a second before he realized -
“Was- did you not like me because of my mask?”
He started to pull it back up to test his theory, and was met with immediate opposition. Hikaru yelled, “No!”
Well, he figured as long as he kept the mask off, things would be a lot smoother sailing from this point forward. He smiled and Hikaru mirrored his expression, his little eyes wide with excitement.
After an extended bath where Kakashi got himself soaked to the elbows from playing, he bundled Hikaru in a towel and plopped him on his queen sized bed. He dressed Hikaru and changed into his own pajamas before switching his bedside lamp on and the overhead off.
The two boys crawled under the soft covers. He couldn’t help but inhale deeply at the scent of you mixed with detergent. His sense of smell was incredible, and having the mask off left him without his usual needed barrier. He supposed, as he inhaled again, that this was also an excuse for him to smell your scent without being a real creep.
Kakashi rolled over and grabbed Icha Icha off of his bedside table. “I forgot to grab your bedtime books; you think your mom would kill me if I read you a little of this? Nothing too raunchy, of course,”
Hikaru shook his head of brown curls with an ornery grin. “Nooooo,”
Kakashi grinned. “Alright, let’s see…”
Part XV
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MLP Rewrite AU - Forgotten Friendship (if you didn't do it already)
OKAY SO UH
I absolutely rewrote this as a whole Thing in the universe and a chunk of things got changed so let's go over those before I get deep into the actual rewrite
1.) I had a separate fic in the AU where Sunset went back to Equestria and talked to Celestia already. Though it /was/ unfinished I remember most of my plans for it? So I skipped that here.
2.) Clover and the Memory Stone..... Clover already had completely different Lore surrounding her, both in-canon and thanks to my 'Hearth's Warming Cover Up' conspiracy theory, and the Memory Stone gave me a plothole headache. So I scrapped both.
3.) I made Wallflower's motivations a touch more relatable and out of her control.
4.) Unfortunately no Trixie in this but I've had fun with her elsewhere and should probably write her into something else lmao
SO ANYWAY
When Sunset gets to the beach and realizes no one remembers her having become their friend, she does manage to out-logic them. Pointing out inconsistencies and where they /should/ remember her being there because, looking into their memory, she's just erased out but not replaced well.
The biggest one being asking how they contacted Twilight when the Sirens were causing problems. The group pauses for a moment, but realizes that there was a journal but they can't remember where they got it. Sunset pulls out said journal, which gets them to listen a bit more.
She asks what they remember about the friendship games, to which Sci-Twi mentions remembering Sunset yelling at her for disrupting the games with portals. She says that it was harsh, but considering the whole event could've hurt her since it knocked her off the motorbike she understands in hindsight.
The rest of the group are like 'wait, what?' because they don't remember Sunset being in the games and couldn't fathom 'mean bully Sunset' being part of the games with them. But when asked who was paired with Rainbow for the motocross portion of the games, no one remembers. Except Sci-Twi, who says it was Sunset.
Sunset tests this and prompts further with- okay so I had a Thing™ in my rewrites that in the previous school year Pinkie and Sunset had been in the school play together. So as an inside joke they casually quote their lines at one another. Sunset kicks the habit off, reciting one of her lines. Pinkie answers, but stops. Her mind trying to remember, but all she can see is herself alone on stage, reading lines to no one.
Pinkie is Not Handling This Well™ and has dropped into straight hair mode and is hugging the fuck out of Sunset at this point. She forgot a friend! How dare she forget a friend?!
She asks them about after the games, because I had a fic re: finding Sunset's Human counterpart. And they remember her, but why would they look for her without prompting from their Sunset?
Sunset tests how far this goes by calling Flash. Just to see if it's an 'everyone' or a 'just the main characters' thing. He also doesn't remember making up with her. But with a little prompting of 'who gave you a sword for Christmas'(long story lmao), she gets him to listen. And he thinks about it more and says he remembers everything from when they 'broke up' and were fighting, but nothing about their friendship before that. Even though they would've been friends and hanging out before the 'break up', right?
Okay I'm going on a tangent trying to set up how the memory thing works lmao but anyway
The Rainbooms decide that they need more help than this and decide to talk to Princess Twilight about it. This includes everyone going through the portal because they're freaked and paranoid they'll forget again! (will be using 'Twilight' for pony and Sci-Twi for Human for now)
After some shenanigans of most of them getting used to Horse Mode™, Twilight does some prodding and questioning and experimenting. She actually /does/ know a spell that might cause this, but it's one she's not an expert on. Thankfully she can just do a quick teleport across town and grab someone who knows the spell a lot more.
Rarity my darling it's time for you to shine!
After quickly updating her, Twilight suggests that it may be the spell she used on the chandelier. Which Rairty agrees.
She elaborates, saying she had found the spell in a book up in the Crystal Empire. Technically it's a Crystal Pony spell, but Unicorns can replicate other Magics.
Anyway: The spell is used to copy a memory into a gemstone. She used this to make the tree root chandelier that's in the Castle of Friendship. There was a chunk of trial and error as she got the spell right. She gives examples of what went wrong, like her initial trials on Rainbow volunteering 'erase my memory of the Daring Do books so I can read them for the first time again'. Sometimes it erased her memory of the books, sometimes it erased her memory of the pony. The spell is even specific enough to differentiate different 'versions' of someone, such as 'Twilight as a Unicorn' vs. 'Twilight as an Alicorn'.
Now, the spell isn't /supposed/ to erase memories, just make a copy. But it can fuck up and erase. And unfortunately, Rarity can't reverse the spell without having whatever gemstone holds the memories.
Ofc this means they have to figure out who did this! Clearly since more Humans are getting their Pony Magics, it should be a counterpart to a Unicorn or Crystal Pony. They just have to figure out who. Rarity muses that, as the spell is an incomplete version, it's likely they tested it out and had it backfire on them a lot. Backfired spells can cause low-energy and even some pain, but also it means the person may have accidentally erased memories of themselves.
They go back to the Human World, leaving Twilight and Rarity in Equestria and keeping them updated in case something goes wrong, and decide to flip through the previous year's yearbook to look for someone they don't remember. Pinkie eventually points out Wallflower, and everyone knows that Pinkie's memory for people is very good so if she doesn't remember....
They lure Wallflower to the school gardens, and Sunset does the memory dive to look into it. She sees that Wallflower had been accidentally activating the spell, erasing herself from people's memory. Had been getting more and more hurt from the unfinished spell. But since she didn't know how to fix it, why not use it?
This causes a bit of a fight because Sunset's like 'the FUCK do you have against me?!' and Wallflower yells back about how it's unfair that someone like Sunset can just 'be nice' after so much meanness and get super popular while people like Wallflower who were always nice get entirely forgotten.
Pinkie calls her out on this of like 'hey! I consider you a friend why not come to me!'. Wallflower is very cynical on this because Pinkie considers everyone a friend but there's no way in hell she knows /everyone/ as intimately as a friend should. Which, yeah, Pinkie can do some wild shit but there's people she's closer to than others. But she's always open to being closer to someone! Or to helping someone out, including helping them find someone they may find a true friendship in! Wallflower still could've come to her!
Wallflower is starting to see that she fucked up, but she can't return their memories of Sunset. She doesn't know how. So she does the one thing she thinks she can do, give them a fresh start!
Ofc Sunset tries to block this and gets hit and. well.
It erased memory of the 'Human-esque' Sunset. Which means, as far as Sunset's aware, she just ran through the portal after her fight with Celestia and is mid-breakdown.
Not a fun experience!
Sunset has no idea what's going on. All the others are mad at Wallflower. They try to fix it and explain that there should be a gemstone. Wallflower offers her necklace but.... there's nothing in it. No memories, no Magic whatsoever.
Sunset is VERY confused but trying to help. the others are getting more upset and worried because 'oh shit she doesn't remember jack shit of the last six years and we still don't know how to fix it!!
But since they tell Wallflower to stop zapping everyone goddamn it they drag the Pony!Twilight and Rarity over to try and fix this shit.
Wallflower: "Oh god I'm sorry I don't deserve friends after all I've done how could anyone ever forgive the awful things I did???"
The Rainbooms+2: "Well. You didn't try destroying the world so you're really not even in the top 10 of wildest people we've befriended. Also we may have a Problem™."
Anyway! Rarity manages to figure out what crystal the Memories are hiding in! They're hiding in Wallflower herself. Crystal Pony bodies mimic crystals/gems so they can do the same thing.
Now knowing where the Memories are, Rarity can channel the spell and return the memories to where they should be.
Sunset and Wallflower get to talk for a bit about Hey That Was Fucked™.
But also like. Sunset knows what it's like to be alone. She left her home when she was still a kid, and wound up in a whole other dimension. One where, even if she makes some friends, she could never fully befirend them because she couldn't tell them /what/ exactly she was. It's different now, but she'd faced that before. She knows lonliness.
And Wallflower feels guilty because she never really put together how alone Sunset was. Thought she'd just skated by so easily in the friends department.
And Sunset helps her realize that there's more to friendship than just kindness. Being nice helps, of course. But you need to reach out. You need to put in an effort.
But at the same time, everyone you meet holds the potential to become your best friend.
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Espresso Yourself
Fandom: Stranger Things
Pairing: Robin Buckley x fem!Reader
Word Count: 1.5K
Summary: Steve realizes the real reason behind Robin’s love for Hawkins’ quaint coffee shop.
A/N: Hello my lovelies! A couple of notes for this fic. This is a Modern-Day Coffee Shop AU (probably my favorite AU), so no harm has been done to the town of Hawkins (except for normal small-town stuff). Also, if you’re looking to really get the feel of this fic, I recommend listening to we fell in love in october by girl in red. I also want to add that I have no hate towards those who order PSL during fall. I actually love a good PSL, I just felt like Robin would not and definitely makes fun of Steve for ordering them, so please don’t take any offense. Other than that, please enjoy this fall fic in the middle of summer (:
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It was a chilly day in Hawkins when Steve walked into the only coffee shop in town. The wind chilled him to the bone yet felt instantly warmed when he made it inside. He looked around, noticing the Halloween decorations that had been set up for the upcoming holiday.
Little paper-mache ghosts hung from the ceiling; cut-out black cats and pumpkins adorned the windows; fluffy stuffed bats sat on the walls next to their ever-growing succulent garden, and mini, fake jack-o-lanterns were scattered around, emitting a soft glow from the candle inside.
After getting a good look at the newly decorated cafe, Steve noticed Robin, sitting at their usual table and biting her nails. He walked over, a small smile on his face as he shed his overcoat, leaving him in a black, Metallica sweatshirt he borrowed from Eddie.
Draping the overcoat over his chair, he noticed Robin fiddling with her hands, switching between that and looking at the bar where two baristas were hard at work. One of them, the guy, was laughing at something the girl barista had said after he had spilled a drink on the floor.
The girl barista, who Steve recognized to be Nancy’s friend from the school newspaper was doing her best to clean up the mess but kept stopping to laugh at her coworker. Steve looked back over to Robin, who was silently muttering to herself as if she hadn’t even noticed him yet. Worrying over his friend, he tapped Robin’s shoulder, startling her into a yelp.
“Hey,” he calmly said. “It’s just me.”
“Jesus Christ, Harrington! You scared the bejesus out of me!”
Chuckling lightly, he touched her shoulder again. “Sorry about that. Should we go up now?” Robin nodded, slowly getting up from her seat and making her way toward the bar.
When they arrived, the girl barista came over with a bright smile on her face. She greeted the two and Steve noticed the bright red that covered Robin’s cheeks. He was confused, nudging Robin’s shoulder to get her to tell the kind girl what she wanted.
Finding her hesitant in her answer, Steve went first.
“Uh, can I get a medium, hot, pumpkin spiced latte?”
“Sure,” the girl said, a small pep in her voice. She wrote his order on the cup before looking back at him. “Do you want whipped cream on that?”
“Yeah, that’s fine.”
She nodded, passing the hot cup to her coworker afterward. She then turned to Robin who was still burning red. “And for you?”
Robin took a deep breath, looking at Steve, then back at the barista. “Uhm, can I…can I try…” She paused, looking back at Steve and raising her eyebrows. Steve furrowed his, unsure of what Robin was trying to tell him. It was unusual, the way she was acting. Normally, Robin would make fun of him for ordering such a basic drink. She would joke with whatever barista was working and they’d agree, only for Robin to mention he was single. Which wasn’t technically true, but Robin didn’t know that yet.
Still, he found it odd that Robin’s words kept getting stuck in her throat. What was she trying to tell him? Before he could continue to think about it, the barista broke through the silence.
“You don’t have to choose something basic here, like your friend. We have plenty of other options that aren’t quite as popular but will still give you that cozy autumn feel.”
Robin turned back to the girl, a small smile now on her lips. “What did you say about my friend?”
“Oh, I don’t mean to offend! You just look like a girl with taste, and there are so many better options than a pumpkin spice latte.”
A big smile broke out on Robin’s face and that’s when it finally hit Steve.
Robin liked this girl.
How could he have been so blind? She wanted him to joke with the girl! Like she had done for him many times before. Joke with her to lighten up the conversation and then change the subject to Robin; a sweet, funny girl whose best friend was a messy himbo with a secret boyfriend.
“Yeah, Steve,” Robin commented, pulling his attention back to the conversation. “Why do you order such a basic drink?”
He shrugged, laughing lightly to himself when he got an idea. “I don’t know. I do have basic tastes. I’m a classic cliche. I was popular all through high school and it wasn’t until halfway through my junior year I realized that my actions hurt people. Then I became friends with the unlikeliest of people, Robin included. A band geek, who ridiculed me every single chance she got. A great girl who really isn’t my type, and I’m not her type in any way-”
“Bring it back, Harrington.”
“-Right. Uhm, I got myself into a lot of trouble with those around me. I got a boyfriend-”
“What?”
“We will talk about it later. My point…What’s your name again?”
She giggled. “(Y/N). We met last week at Nancy’s celebratory party, for the school newspaper.”
He sighed, cursing under his breath. “My point, (Y/N), is that my taste and my life has been one big cliche. But Robin here, she has led one big adventurous life. From high school to dealing with me, to applying for colleges and getting into her top school at Indiana University. I know she’s looking for another adventure, and I’m sure she would love nothing more than for you to be that next adventure.”
Finishing his speech, he looked over to Robin, her smile still as big as when (Y/N) made fun of him. Nudging her shoulder once again, Robin let out of breath she appeared to be holding.
“Uhm, yeah, the dingus here is right. I would really like it if you’d embark on an adventure with me. Maybe Saturday? I hear another Halloween movie is supposed to be in theaters by then.”
“Uh, yeah,” she replied, the smallest brushes of pink crossing her face. “I would like that. Is it a deal breaker if I haven’t seen all of them?”
Robin shook her head, laughing. “No, not at all.”
“Okay, good because I’ve only seen the first original three, and the one that came out last year.”
“Well, that's more than I’ve seen.”
Steve scoffed at this, knowing Robin was obsessed with the franchise. His lack of knowledge of the series was another thing she ridiculed him on. He kept quiet though, knowing Robin was probably trying to hide that fact about herself.
“Great! Well, uhm I’ll have your coffee ready at the end of the bar, and we can work out those date details tonight.”
Robin smiled walking away in a trance to the end of the bar, while Steve pulled out his wallet. He paid for himself, Robin’s drink was free, and walked over to his friend.
“Hey,” he said, bumping against her. “You did it.”
She chuckled. “Yeah, thanks for the help. Took you forever to get my hint, though.”
“Robin you should know by now that I don’t get hints. That’s why Eddie and I are very direct with our communication. Okay, I can’t read minds.”
“You’re dating Eddie?” Steve nodded. “For how long?”
“Uh, it’s been…six months?”
Scoffing, she hit Steve’s arm. “Are you serious? When we get our drinks, we are going to talk about this, and you are going to tell me why you kept such a secret away from your best friend for half a year.”
“Robin!” the duo turned, (Y/N) at the end of the bar with two drinks in hand. She passed Steve his pumpkin spiced latte before passing Robin her drink. “It’s a maple chai with a shot of espresso. It’s an off-menu item, so not a lot of people know about it, but it’s definitely my favorite drink during autumn.”
“Oh cool. What’s it called? Y’know, in case I like it and want to order it again.”
“Uh, yeah that one is called Pretty Lady. So, just ask for a pretty lady and I’ll be sure to come out for you.”
Steve laughed at the smooth line as Robin went as red as a tomato. “I will be sure to, thanks.”
(Y/N) smiled. “And uhm, if you’re unavailable to come down here to call for me, my number is on the cup so you can call me anytime.”
Regaining her voice to speak again, Robin laughed. “I will definitely do that. I’ll call you tonight actually, and we can make better plans for Saturday.”
“Sounds good to me.”
(Y/N) smiled as she waved to the two, turning back to take someone else’s order. Steve motioned towards the door, having grabbed his overcoat while Robin and (Y/N) finalized their plans. Once they made it outside, Steve listened as Robin began to ramble about what had just happened in the quaint little coffee shop. He listened to her as he drove the two of them to work, and he continued to listen throughout their shift.
And he would continue to listen to Robin about (Y/N) as their relationship progressed knowing it was the absolute best feeling in the world for someone to like you as much as you like them.
#stranger things#gayer things#robin buckley x reader#robin buckley imagines#stranger things x reader#x fem reader#we love them gays#steddie#totally ship them#steve harrington to def bi#stranger things imagines#robin buckley#steve harrington#eddie munson
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