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thetreefairy · 1 year

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an euphoric night

p.1 - masterlist

@slasherscrybaby here is part two to your request

Warnings: yandere themes, reader lies to erasermic telling them that their new friend has a partner, erasermic are gaslighting reader into not working, yandere shigaraki is a warning on its own, eri and hitoshi are also kinda yandere for us, this shit long AF. they/them reader

Shigaraki tomura couldn't believe it.

Aizawa Reader, gave him, their number.

Eraserhead's child gave him their number.

And they healed them, without even knowing his name.

When he was at the hide out, he immediately got animal crossing ready. He needed an excuse to talk to them, he needed to know how much they even know about the League of Villains, he needed to become their friend.

He just needed to text them, but what should he say?

Tomura to Reader: Hi, we met at the game shop...

No... That didn't seem right....

Tomura to reader: 'Hi, it's Tomura, is this Reader?'

Yeah, that seems right... Then he can confirm that it's truly Aizawa Reader.

Reader to Tomura: Hii Tomura, this is reader :D, I'm so happy you decided to text me :D

Tomura couldn't help but chuckle at the quick response, it seems that the rumors are true, Eraserheads and Present mics oldest child truly is desperate for friends.

Yet it seemed endearing and cute to him.

Tomura to reader: Thank you for healing my neck, and a new gaming buddy? I am not going to pass that up.

'This won't scare them off right?' He thought as he scratched his neck. Then he got a notification:

*Reader changed Tomura to Tomu-Tomu*

he chuckled, they truly are cute.

Reader to Tomu-Tomu: Its no problem, just make sure to not scratch your neck that much. Well I hope we can be great gaming buddies Tomu!

Perhaps he should give them a nickname too. And he has just the one in mind

*Tomu-tomu changed Reader to player two*

Tomu-tomu to player two:

Send me a list of games you play, player two~ maybe we can play multiple games together :D

Tomura couldn't help but feel giddy, Eraserheads child, talking to him, without knowing who he truly is. Oh how exciting.

Player two to tomu-tomu:

I have to focus on dinner right now, my dads are glaring at me lol, I'll send you a list afterwards :D

Tomu-tomu to player two:

Alright, eat well.

Reader themselves were eating dinner with Erasermic and their siblings as their phone pinged the whole time. And with every ping Reader picked it up, typed something and then put it down.

"Are you done?" Shota asked annoyed. "Yes, sorry." Reader whispered as they ate. "who is texting you?" Hizashi asked. "tomu-tomu! I met him at the game shop with his partner!" Reader lied smoothly. The eyes of their siblings and fathers softened instantly.

"Thats great, but why is he texting you so much?" Eri asked, tilting her head confused. "Oh, he wanted me to send a list of games I play so that we can see how many games we can play together. I told him I would later."

Shota hummed in agreement. "I heard from Hitoshi that you went to a cat Cafe with him and that you got a job offer there." Oh, reader already knew how this would go, Reader glared at Hitoshi and said: "They did, I told them I would think about it, apparently I fit their aesthetic."

This time Hizashi spoke up: "But don't you already have enough allowance?" Reader gulped at his tone, it was clear he didn't want them to work there. "I do." They admitted but continued: "but I would like to work for my money too. It gives a sense of fullfillment, I guess."

"then you can do extra chores for extra money." Hizashi said. "Don't you agree, Shota?"

"Indeed, it seems like a way beter idea then working in a café." Shota agreed, Hitoshi nodded in agreement causing reader to groan in annoyance. Eri sudddenly asked; "what if you get kidnapped by a villain and get experimented on like me?"

Reader stared at their younger sibling in shock. "Eri, did you have a nightmare again?" They blurted out. "Do you want to have a sleepover in my room?"

It seemed that Reader was oblivious to how they wear their Heart on their sleeve. To the point even Eri could manupilate them with ease.

"We can have a family sleepover." Hitoshi counter suggested. "Okay!" Eri shouted happily, she knew that she did exactly what her parents taught her. They must be so proud of her! And they were, Erasermic smiled at their youngest child.

"I'll decline the offer." Reader told Eri with a small smile. However everyone in the room could sense Reader's disappointment.

They were always quite easy to read.

"Can I be excused?" Reader asked. "Of course." Hizashi said with a smile and then asked; "Are you going to send that game list and rest?"

"Yeah, if we are going to have a sleepover, sleeping won't be a top priority." They teased their family, causing Eri to giggle.

When Erasermic saw reader disappear upstairs they couldn't help but think:

I hope that that 'Tomu-Tomu' won't take Reader from us.

If anyone wants me to make a taglist for this post, tell me and I'll add you to it.

this is kinda long ngl

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lily-orchard-gossip-blog · 5 days

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Finally got past the edgy title, and it turns out it was a tabloid news article?

What did she do for them to think she was blood bending kids to safety? She seems dismissive over the whole thing.

...

Okay, ew!

She really hits you in the face with the incest right out of the gate.

Like, if you didn't know these two were sisters, you would legit think they were dating.

(Urban dictionary definition for people like me:

)

I'm going to be honest, while siblings do occasionally lie on each other, it's usually because someone took up space on the couch, and they refuse to move so you sit on them.

And then someone farts, and it's a whole new battle of wills.

MOST siblings don't just ask for a cuddle just because you can.

(Maybe I'm biased, but that's how all the siblings I know behave.)

Sweet christ!

Can you imagine if you were reading this and didn't know they were sisters until right then? It literally hits you like a truck.

SISTER'S. ALL TO HERSELF. FIFTEEN YEARS.

A bear doing the tango with a bull in a china shop would be more subtle than this!!!!

I wonder if it gets worst?

Alright, so it does, and I should just accept that this is the author's fetish.

I am now going to pretend that they are not "sister's" and that the word is being used in a 'Hey Bestie' way for my own sanity.

Okay, more flirting between these two totally not related people, and then the Avatar states that she wants her girlfr- I mean "sister" to share her statue.

You know, totally normal stuff to want with a sibling.

Alright, so they just promised to see each other again. Totally normal, non-romantic stuff to promise each other while cuddling on a couch talking about sharing a joint statue.

Yup. Not weird at all. (I am dying, please send help.)

Time skip a 130 years, we get a new avatar looking at the statues, Another woman. Just, pointing that out there.

And Niva got her way. Now her and her sister will be remembered as a pair forever. Yay?

...

Okay, but what was the deal with the child blood bending?

Like, we're told it's just slander, but what did Niva do to give the impression she was BLOOD BENDING CHILDREN?

Does she do that a lot? Like, is she bloodbending so regularly that everyone figures that everything she does is just bloodbending?

Because if she did use bloodbending to save kids, then the kids would be dead. Because all of their blood would smash into their organs, causing horrible internal damage.

Also, bloodbending can only be used on a full moon, and...

Okay, I'm overthinking this clearly throw away line that doesn't mean anything, and is just an excuse to imply how "cool" and "edgy" the avatar is, while also giving her the "misunderstood" label.

The fic really is just an excuse for meaningless flirting, and if the two weren't RELATED BY BLOOD, it would just read as a typical, slice of life, cutesy couple interaction.

Honestly, Its biggest sin (if you try really, really hard to pretend the obvious incest doesn't exist), is just being...okay? It's a bit boring, and requires you to actually...care about two rather bland people that we know nothing about and their relationship.

This short fic honestly doesn't make me want to know more about these two, and it makes me wildly uncomfortable.

#lily orchard #avatar niva #forever vignette #story review #god help us #tw incest

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the-fiction-witch · 8 months

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Baby Mama P2

Media The Queens Gambit

Character Benny Watts

Couple Benny X Watts

Rating Sweet Af

Concept Pregnancy

I stood holding the small of my back as I desperately tried to quell the pain. Everything hurt my feet. My ankles. My legs. My hips. My stomach. My back. My shoulders. My neck. Every single part of me was tired and aching and generally unhappy as the baby kicked almost per minute.

"Uhh stop just stop. For five minutes" I complained

"Baby really beating you up today" Benny chuckled from his chair

"I don't know why baby won't settle and sit damn still for five minutes" I sighed

"Would you like some tea?"

"No thank you, Benny"

"Would you like me to run you a bath or a hot shower?"

"No thank you, Benny"

"How about I give you a nice massage?'

"This better not be another excuse"

"No, no excuse A proper massage, Will that make you feel better?"

"Maybe?"

"Come on then," he says getting up and offering his chair I smiled and took a seat on the chair and he moved to the ottoman over so I could put up my feet and recline "One second," he said, going to our bedroom and he returned kneeling beside the ottoman, with a clean fluffy towel sitting it under my feet on top of the ottoman and a small bottle I was confused at first but he clicked and stretched his fingers a moment before pouring some of the bottles onto his hands and immediately the scent of lemon hit my nose reminding me of the massage oil from the box under our bed he rubbed some on his hands and then poured a little on my feet before he began to rub my swollen feet

"Uhhhhh ummmmm" I smiled as he worked

"That's nice?"

"Ummm" I nodded relaxing as he worked "ummm this is the most pleasurable feeling ever" I smiled

"...you're pregnant" he glared

"Yeah?"

"So I've had sex with you" he complained

"I stand by my statement"

"Thanks, well I have to keep my baby mama happy somehow"

I sat at the table going through the various items that had arrived, Of course, ordering things from catalogues as shopping wasn't really an option as I'm in no mood or ability to walk around a department store. Of course, family and friends had heard the news about the imminent arrival of the baby and sent over boxes of gifts so I was sorting baby clothes and various items that had accumulated Benny was supposed to be helping me but I think he was just kind playing with things currently he sat with a small wooden xylophone attempting to play himself a tune

"Benny"

"What?"

"Stop playing with the baby toys"

"I'm testing them," he says "I have to check they are adequately mentally stimulating. We want our baby to be a grandmaster by twelve they need smart baby toys" he explained

"I never said I wanted that"

"You didn't. I did"

"Benny, the baby will be smart You don't have to test all the toys"

"I don't know they are only half chess genius," he says and I glared "I'm just testing them If I can use them without hurting myself then they are safe for the baby"

"I don't know babies are pretty dumb"

"True, y/n watch" he laughed before he began to play a tune

"You just wanna play with it"

"Kinda,"

"Do something else"

"Fine" he sighed moving into another box "Okay I am very confused..."

"That's a nursing bra"

"It's a bra... but buttons to expose the boobs?"

"Yes Benny, for nursing."

"I feel like we had one of these when we first got married that I ripped off you sometime after our honeymoon"

"Different thing Benny"

"I don't know make this in black lace and I'm pretty sure it's the same. That's a point you're planning on breastfeeding right?"

"That's the plan"

"Yes! Boobs!"

"Not boobs for you. Boobs for baby"

"But I'll still get to see boobs which is really what I'm excited about"

"Your my husband you can see boobs whenever you want"

"Yeah but it's not as fun"

I sat bouncing myself on the small inflatable ball I picked up it's supposed to help me strengthen and Widen my cervix or something. By the side of my Bump, I'd kinda wished I'd been doing way more cause I am a planet I've almost convicted the head of this baby is gonna be a literal watermelon luckily it wouldn't be long until this would be over and the baby would be here I mean I'm excited for this to be over but also worried because then I have a human to take care of which I mean I should be fine with I already take care of benny, the longer this goes on the more I question women who say they like being pregnant? I definitely do not. And I was pretty panicked I mean I want it out of me of course so we can have our baby and so I can be done being pregnant but... it has to come out of me which is gonna hurt! It's a complex feeling to have as I bounce.

"Comfy?" Benny asks as he brings me some juice

"Somewhat" I answered taking the juice and having a sip as he sat in his chair "Why?' I glared

"Just a position I should think you're used to" he smirked

For a moment I was puzzled and then I realised oh yeah I'm sitting with my thighs wife bouncing up and down

"Stop thinking with your penis Benjamin"

"Maybe I would if it got some attention" he sighed sipping his own juice

"I'm pregnant" I argued

"Yeah? Not like I can make you double pregnant. It's literally the only time it's a one hundred per cent chance I cum inside you and can't get you pregnant"

"No Benny, it's dangerous"

"Not in any of the parenting magazines I've read"

"Yes but you've been reading husband magazines and they are not helpful"

"Yeah the one at the doctor's office really isn't helpful and they really didn't appreciate me telling them that"

"Their doctor's benny they don't like being told they're wrong"

"But they are"

"Yes dear" I laughed

"Besides that pregnant booklet in the waiting room was printed in 1948, how is it possible that still there best recommendations?"

"I know" I giggled counting to bounce

"How'd baby?"

"Kicking. Stretching legs."

"Not long now and we'll finally get to hold our little one in our arms" he smiled coming to cuddle my stomach and give it kisses "umm Daddy can't wait to see you little one"

"Awww mummy can't either, just maybe... calm the kicking down a little"

"You want some help?"

"Not like you can stop it, Benny"

"I can help" he smiled moving behind me and gently holding my hips "Lay back"

"Are you sure?'

"Trust me"

"Alright" I sighed leaning my body back against him and he gently moved my hips on the ball which admittedly was very relaxing

"Don't hold back lean your whole weight on me"

"Are you sure? I'm very heavy Benny"

"I'm sure to come on"

So I leant my full weight on him my head on his shoulder and it was really nice not having to hold myself up for a little while and it even clicked my back

"Hey, that better?' He laughed as it clicked

"Much better" I smiled

"Good, I have to make sure baby mama is happy"

"It's getting harder and harder to be happy when I'm in this much pain'

"I know, but not long soon then we have the baby"

"I hope it won't be too long" I smiled but I felt a violent kick again"oh fuck-"

"What? Ohh oh. That's okay baby didn't mean to give your bladder a kick It's fine let's get you cleaned up" he reassured

I laid on the bed using Benny to pop my leg up given the size of My stomach made it basically impossible to lay certain ways, he was fast asleep but I couldn't sleep I'd been feeling this gnawing pain like period cramps but I guess it's just more pregnancy pain, but I'd been feeling it for hours now. I kept semi-falling asleep often waking from pain or strange nightmares of My stomach swelling to the point it explodes. I woke up from asleep and sat up having to use the bedpost to get myself up I wondered thought to the apartment and clicked on the light grabbing my book from the table and flicking through the pages in pain to see if I could fix this somehow

'Pain similar to period cramps - contractions usually a sign of active labour'

What! Wait wait wait what! I read on and began to panic I thought my water was meant to break or something or I'd start screaming I didn't know it would just kinda... begin hurting but I read on and found fake contractions or Braxton-Hicks also feel like this but they go away after eating so I made myself a big pile of toast eating a few pieces but it didn't go away

"What's going on?" Benny yawns as clearly something woke him up and he wondered out of the bedroom in his kimono rubbing his eyes

"I think I'm in labour"

He stopped short as I said that completely freezing mid-eye rub "What?'

"I think I'm in labour"

".... right. Okay. Just calm down!" He says beginning to panic

"I am calm Benny. I'm actually freakishly calm"

"I was talking to myself! Okay uhhh what makes you think so?"

"I've been having pains for like the last six hours. The book says there are contractions."

"They could just be Braxton-Hicks, right? Right you've had those before"

"They could, but they go away when you eat something"

"Did they go away after toast?" He asks

"Nope."

"Okay, what does the pain feel like?" He asks looking around the table for the paperwork

"Like a period cramp. Hurts like fuck then slowly goes away then hurts then slowly goes away"

"Holy shit. Yeah, that's a contraction. And ...your fine?"

"I feel fine. It hurts but I feel calm"

"Hu ... okay you think you can get dressed?"

"I think so"

"Good you get dressed I'll call the midwife at the hospital and see what she says," he says

I nodded and went to our room getting into my little maternity dress even if it was barely for me and a pair of my flats the pain only got more and more intense as Benny waited on hold so I grabbed my bag and packed it with a nightie, some slippers, perfume, lotion, body wash, baby's blankets, hats, socks, all the little things they said we would need to bring just in case. And as I came through he Finally thought having got himself dressed in the meantime with clothes from the clean laundry "Hi! Hi yes hello, okay, Watts. Yeah, it's Benny. She thinks she might be in labour. Well this is our first so... yes she's describing period cramp-like pain that comes then goes away again and it's been like that for several hours now" he explained

"Six hours" I added

"Yeah, six hours now maybe more. Uhh just a sec- does it completely stop when it dies down?"

"It did now not so much"

"Yes but now not so much, okay... no, no, no she had about six bits of toast. Uhhh remarkably calm actually. Okay yep no problem" he says before he hangs up

"So?"

"Uhhh she says you need to get in the car. Like now"

"Ohh okay, I packed the bag"

"Everything on the list?"

"Everything and some additional items"

"Okay, let's get going" he smiled giving me a soft kiss before taking the bag and helping me up to the car and stairs They were hard by the time I reached the car the pain was becoming almost unbearable but Benny did his best holding my hand to drive us through the busy New York streets to the hospital and by this point, I was pretty panicked and in a lot of pain

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the-offside-rule · 1 year

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Carlos Sainz Jr (Scuderia Ferrari) - Blind Date

Requested: on wattpad

Prompt: Seemingly, Carlos has his blind date not show up, but it's okay because he's found his replacement.

Warnings: nope

Y/n sat fiddling with her thumbs in her seat awaiting for her blind date to come along. Her friend had sorted out the date for her to get to know someone and she was absolutely fine with it but she didn't even know who this man would be. She kind of just hoped he was a decent human being. The door of the coffee shop opened up and in walked a good looking foreign man. He looked around and spotted Y/n sitting alone. He smiled to himself as he figured he'd basically hit the jackpot before realising that wasn't his date. His date wasn't even at that coffee shop. She cancelled. So much for trusting his friends to set him up with people. Carlos ordered a coffee and looked back to the miserable looking woman. She looked so lonely, maybe she would like some company. "Excuse me, could you actually make that two please?" he asked the barista. He didn't know if she liked coffee or not but atc this point he was just going with it.

He thanked the barista for his order and went over to talk to her. "Excuse me? Do you mind if I sit here?" The woman looked up to him with a warm smile on her face. "Why not? Go ahead." Carlos sat down and slipped a coffee over to her. "I got you a coffee just in case I was bothering you." he explained. "You aren't bothering me at all. Thank you for the coffee." she said sipping it. "I'm Carlos." he said stretching his hand out. "Y/n." she replied. "What a beautiful name." he remarked, causing a bit of a blush to creep onto her cheeks. "So why are you here alone?" he asked. "Oh, my date cancelled so here I am."

"What a coincidence. My date cancelled too." Y/n and Carlos just smiled at each other. They had more in common than the other thought.

Carlos and Y/n continued talking for a good hour or so. They learned so much about the other but Carlos wanted to know her a little bit better, so he grabbed his coat before he asked her to go elsewhere. "How about we go to the park or something?" he asked her. Y/n thought for a moment and nodded in agreement. "Sure. There's a lovely park around here." Y/n replied also getting her coat. The pair walked out, happily chatting amongst themselves before a very familiar car drove around the corner and rolled the window down to reveal the person they both figured it would be. "Charles, what are you doing here?" Y/n asked walking up to the car. Carlos was a bit confused as to why Y/n knew who Charles was. "I thought I'd come to pick you up but it seems like you have good company." Charles grinned. "It seems that way." Y/n chucked. Charles looked over to Carlos and waved. "Hey Carlos."

Y/n took her turn in confusion now. "You know him?" she asked. Carlos nodded in response. "Yes. I'm his new teammate." Carlos said. "So I take it myy plan worked since you ended up meeting." The pair were both very confused which Charles picked up on and decided to explain himself. "I didn't get you seperate dates, you were each others dates. I decided to cancel though just to prove a point and it appears that it has worked." Charles mused. Y/n bit her lip. Was she really that predictable? "And how did you know it would work then?" Carlos asked folding his arms. "Simple. Carlos, you are basically a lady magnet. You would see her alone and think you could be her friend of sorts." Charles smiled before turning to his other friend. "And my dear Y/n, you would be too shy to tell him to leave you alone. I basically just predicted how both of you would react to seeing each other and go with that."

"Then why did you come to pick me up?" Y/n asked. "I'm going to be honest, I just wanted to know whether or not you two had managed to go on a date together." Charles replied. "Well, I should get going but have fun you two." he said turning his car on. "And don't forget to use protection!"

"Charles!"

"I'm kidding! I know you both like going to a dinner first." And with that he drove away, leaving Y/n and Carlos in a bit of an awkward silence. "So...where do we go from here?" Carlos asked, stuffing his hands into his pockets. Y/n smiled softly and took out a pen. "Show me your hand." Carlos knotted his eyebrows and obided by her before she wrote a few numbers, presumably her phone number, ont to his hand. "Here's my number. I have to go now unfortunately but I would really like to see you again Carlos." Lucky him, because he wanted to see her again too. "Well I'll see you on the second date then, yes?" Carlos asked. "Absolutely." Y/n pulled Carlos in and pecked his cheek before they shared their goodbyes and went seperate ways, but will undoubtedly cross paths again...

#carlos sainz one shot #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz junior #carlos sainz #carlos sainz jr #carlos sainz jr x reader #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz fanfic #carlos sainz fluff #carlos sainz jr x you

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igotanidea · 11 months

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Surprise : Matt Murdock imagine

asked by @v4leoftears as a part of my celebration

A/N: it;s been a while since I wrote for Matt, and damn! It's nice to get back to that :D, words in italics are the the references to the past, at first, and Matt;s thoughs, later.

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„Suprise!”

Matt could barely do as little as open the door to his place when Karen, Foggy and Y/N jumped out of different furniture and started happily screaming. They have been planning this little birthday party for him for a while now. Even though Y/N was not sure about hiding in the Daredevil’s apartment, her friends convinced her to do so.

“Come on! It’s gonna be fun!” Foggy said

“Unless he goes full vigilante mode and kills us all in a blink of an eye. You do realize he can hear people heartbeats, right? What do you think would be his first reaction upon sensing three of those in his flat?” she scoffed

“You are too modest, my friend. Everyone knows Matt can tell your heart from everyone else’s. It just beats differently, cause he is soooo in love with you” Nelson grinned at poor, blushing girl.

“Stop it , Franklin!”

“Don’t be me mad at me…..”

“I'm not mad!”

“Last time someone used my real name was probably in middle school, so yes, I can tell you are.”

“We can use some nice scent to calm him down” Karen suggested “I don’t think he would become suspicious if he smells the freshly baked cake or something like this. Or maybe we can get some of his favorite takeout?”

“Nah.” Y/N shook her head “it’s his birthday. We are not taking take-out. If anything I am going to prepare something nice from the scratch.”

“Oh, I’m so glad you agreed to this. I was truly worrying you were going to leave us alone with all the preparations.”

“When did I agree…..?” Y/N trailed, but quickly realized how tricked she was “oh, damn…..”

The three friends had their hands full for the last couple days. The hardest task was probably pretending that they had no clue Matt’s birthday were coming. Even though he was throwing hints left and right.

“I think I should replace my hoodie soon, it seems like it is tearing.” He said one day.

“Really? I know a nice shop with good men’s clothes so I can take you there.” Y/N replied not even looking up from her documents

“I’m running low on medical supplies” he whined on the other

“too many dangerous adventures lately?” Foggy laughed “maybe the devil needs retirement.”

“I might be taking some time off next Thursday., That’s a special date for me” was probably the most suggestive.

“All right. I’ll write it down so no one forgets and won’t take any clients of yours then.” Karen smiled brightly not catching the bait.

So all that left Matt in sad belief that no one of his friends remembered and made him just a bit more nostalgic than usual. He spoke less and tried to bury himself in the work. The plan was working just perfectly.

The only thing left to do was performing some magic so the three of them could leave the office early on that big day, without making Matt suspicious. Now that, that would be a challenge, no doubts. He was just too… careful and observant.

But during all those times of being friends with him, Foggy, Karen and Y/n got sneaky and creative as well. Maybe even more than Matt, since, after all, they were the ones who had to keep his identity a secret and come up with excuses for him being late or bruised or disheveled.

So when the next Thursday finally came, miraculously Y/N got sick, Karen found a lead of a new investigation and Foggy had a family emergency. As a result Matt was left alone in the office, sulking, putting on his characteristic sad wet cat expression and getting lost in thoughts. Somewhere around six he gave up completely and with a deep sigh left the office heading straight towards his apartment. Apparently the only thing he could hope for (even on his b-day) was getting into gear and getting beaten up.

Yeah, well. If only he had more faith in his friends.

“SURPRISE!”

“What…..?” his surprised gaze landed somewhere above Y/N’s head, all his posture asking for any kind of explanation. “What…..?”

“Oh, you silly one!” Y/N rushed towards him, enveloping him a tight hug in which he immediately got lost “Please tell me, you did not actually think we forgot about your special day?”

“I….. I kinda did…..”

“You are a man of a little faith, my friend” Foggy laughed, reaching for the paper hat and putting it on Matt’s head. “We’re gonna party like we did in college.” he added, handing him a bunch of party baloons in different shapes and sizes.

“We weren’t exactly party animals, Foggy.”

“Stop embarrassing us in front of the girls, Murdock!”

“If only that were the only thing that you can get ashamed of” Y/N rolled her eyes and grabbed Matt’s hand leading him inside “stop standing in the threshold birthday boy. There’s more than just some gadgets which were actually Foggy's ideas. ”

“Now you got me worried. I seriously hope you did not set fire in my apartment”

“Idiot!” Y/N smacked his head playfully “use some of your supersenses! Do you smell burnt?”

“Not really.” He smiled lightly “it’s actually pretty nice scent. What did you make?”

“Something special.” Karen grinned, getting the food out the oven “we figured you could actually use some home-cooked meal, instead of take-out again.”

“You shouldn’t have…..”

“Nonsense.” Foggy muttered.

“You, Nelson, have nothing to say in the matter! We made it all from scratch, you just came for the done!”

“Oh, I’m sorry! I brought the presents! That was some heavy lifting”

“Guys!” Karen interrupted Y/N and Foggy’s banter “stop fighting, we should focus on the man of the hour.”

“No, please.” Matt whispered “laugh and bicker all you want. I haven’t had so much laugh and fun in here for a while. It’s just …. nice. Thank you all.”

“Don’t thank us, yet. At least not before tasting and opening the gift.”

“You really shouldn’t have…..”

“Mattie….” Y/N took a step towards him “listen to me” she grabbed his face in her hands and looked him straight into the eyes “you. deserve it. All right? Nod If you understand.” He nodded obediently “don’t you ever think differently, love.”

“Ok, you two lovebirds, come sit and let us eat! I’m hungry!”

“You are always hungry, Foggy!”

“I’m a busy, important man! I’m entitled to be hungry. Can I start now?”

“ NO!” Karen and Y/N yelled in unison

“WHY?!”

“Not before a birthday cake!”

“There’s a birthday cake?” Matt raised his happy, gazeless eyes onto his friends “really?”

“Of course. What’s a b-day party without a cake? Now, here.” The girls put the dessert onto the table and lighted the candles.

“We weren’t sure how old you were, you ancient one….” Foggy joked

“We were actually surprised you lived this long…..” Karen added

“So this is just symbolic number.” Y/N ended the sentence “But the wish is yours to make.”

“I don’t…..”

“Sh! You don’t have to say it outloud. Just think it. It’s all right.”

“All right.” Matt whispered, his eyes glimming a bit as he leaned over the candles and blew them off in the first try.

“Please, I just want them to stay with me like this. I don’t want to be alone ever again”. He though

“Yes!” his friends clapped happily “you made it, it’s gonna come true! Happy birthday, Matt!"

It already did. He closed his eyes, trying to process all those happy feelings bubbling inside him. Thank you, lord. I don’t deserve any of this.

“Finally! Can I eat now?!”

Matthew Murdock never believed he could be happy. He was used to constant pain, fear, guilt and regret. The feeling on carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders all alone. He was a martyr, who put himself on the cross and forgot how to get down from it. And now? Now all that emptiness that was his best friend, was extruded by laughing, joy and that warming presence of his favorite people – friends and the love of his life. They really were here. Despite everything he did, what he put them thought, they never stopped believing in him, never left him. God, he truly did not deserve them. Their voices, jokes and bantering was exactly what he needed. A reminder that no matter what he was not alone. He smiled lightly, digging into the food. Made just for him. To celebrate him. All the effort they put into that, all the planning and preparations. It was just too much to handle and he started to shake, almost unnoticeably by anyone.

Anyone except Y/N, who sat the closest to him.

“Matty?” she reassuringly put a hand on his shoulder throwing him off his reverie “Are you all right?”

“I’m just…. I need a second all right?” he stood up from the table and exit the room, followed by his friends’ surprised gazes. Y/N didn’t even need to think twice when she walked right after him towards the bedroom. Her man was just sitting on the bed, sobbing lightly and that made her blood freeze in her veins.

“Matty?” in a blink of an eye she was by his side, cradling his head and taking all the mixed-up emotions filling him whole “what happened, love? Sh.” She caressed his cheek lovingly “it’s all good. Tell me. I can’t let you go through a mental breakdown tonight. And well, ever. But especially tonight. Tell me, Matt.”

“You’re just all so good to me.” He whispered, hiding face in the crook of her neck “I still can’t process that…”

“Process what, silly? That we love you? That we care about you? That we only want what best for you? Even if sometimes requires tough love?”

“Yes.” He confessed and his confession made her tighten the grip on him

“Good thing we can always remind you.” she smiled and kissed the top of his head

“Thank you, Y/N.”

“Of course. I told you. You deserve it. You are a good person, Matthew Murdock. Stubborn like hell and individualistic, for sure, but deep down, nothing but good.”

‘Can we stay here for a while?” he asked just wanting to be with her until he got back his composure.

“I think….” She trailed, but sudden yelling from the dining room cut her off.

“Are you two gonna come out so Matt can open the presents?!”

“WHO’S BIRTHDAY IS IT, FOGGY?!” Y/N yelled back “WHY DO YOU FEEL THE URGE TO TELL PEOPLE WHAT TO DO IN WHAT ORDER?!”

All Foggy did in response was a happy laugh.

“something tells me he's getting another kind of present there!”

“Shut up, Franklin!” she couldn’t help but blush a bit “what do you say, jubiliarian, shall we get back?”

“Only if you give me your present later…” he smirked and kissed her cheek.

“We’ll see about that…..”

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shukein · 6 days

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𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿(𝘀): 𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗮, 𝗱𝗲𝘂𝗰𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗱𝗲. 𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗺 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗿𝗮𝗺𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗹𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗺 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿: 𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗻𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 𝟭.𝟬𝗸

𝗮 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂

today was like any normal day. when there was no lessons to attend to, no errands to run, just a normal day sleeping in the dorm. [name], in the midst of the early morning, could be found in the dorm's kitchen, cooking something nutritious that he and his other three idiots friends could eat.

he'd hum a quiet tune, his gaze focused on the eggs that slowly turned white in the pan, not yet realizing somebody walking down the stairs and into the kitchen, but a loud yawn did catch his attention.

"Mrah? Oh, henchman! You're up early..." the tired grim spoke, his tiny paws rubbing his eyes as he jumped onto the counter, wanting to see what the male was cooking.

"Hm, good morning, Grim. Are the others awake?" [name] inquires, placing the cooked eggs onto a plate as he grabs the pack of raw ham, given generously by Sam at his shop.

"Mm, no." "Ah, well could you go and wake 'em up for me?" [name] queries, placing a few slices into the pan, listening to the satisfying sound of it sizzling.

"Ugh... fine, but only because I get an excuse to hit Ace on the face." and with that, the small creature ascends back up the stairs, followed with a loud scream from ace and deuce, who soon enough chased the weasel down the stairs.

"Get back here, you stupid raccoon!" ace exclaims, chasing grim around the lounge along with deuce, who soon stops when he notices [name] cooking in the kitchen.

"Ah, morning, [Name]. What're you makin'?" deuce walks up behind the [h/c] boy, peering over his shoulder to see what was in the pan. "Eggs and ham. You think you can make some toast for us?"

deuce nods silently, grabbing bread from the cabinet and placing two into the toaster. he'd wait patiently for the bread to pop out of the toaster, having small conversations with the [h/c].

ace soon walks into the kitchen, holding grim from his neck as the latter would scratch at his hand, causing the red-head to hiss and yell at the weasel. "Oi, [Name]! Control your stupid cat here!"

"I'm not a cat! I am the Great Grim! Unhand me now!" [name] merely ignores the two, grabbing out the last few slices of ham out of the pan and placing them on another plate.

"Deuce, mind bringing some plates for us and the toast, please?" he'd grab the plate of eggs, walking past his two bickering friends and sparing his blue haired friend a glance before leaving the kitchen and walking into the lounge.

"Uh, yeah sure," deuce grabs the other slices of toast out of the toaster, placing them on a side plate before grabbing four other plates, heading into the lounge after the [h/c]. all the while ace and grim continued fighting with each other.

but the two soon joins in, hair and fur completely ruffled and a mess as they take a seat down on the ground as far away from each other as possible. "Mm, the food looks good! Nice job, [Name]!"

ace would complement, dishing out some ham and egg onto his plate, grabbing a toast as well as he takes a bite, a hum of satisfaction erupting from him.

"Yeah, maybe you could make me a delicious tuna sandwich, henchman!" grim pitches in, his paws reaching out to take a slice of ham before devouring it.

"Right, anyways, what do you think you got on Crewel's assignment?" [name] suddenly brings up, taking a bite of his toast as he spares the three a short glance.

ace groans in annoyance, simply rolling his eyes as he takes another bite of his food, "Ugh, don't even remind me. I don't wanna think about it." "Well, I bet I got an easy 100!" grim speaks up, a smug grin etched onto his lips.

"Oh, please, your barely passing his class." "Says you, Deuce, you get straight D's, I don't wanna hear you talk about me not passing!" [name] sighs as deuce and grim begin to bicker this time. ace leans back, staring at the [h/c].

"What about, [Name]? What d'you think you got?" [name] hums in thought, tapping his index finger onto the table, "Maybe and 80? I asked Azul and Riddle for help, so I'd hope I get something higher than a 70."

"What!? You cheater! You got Riddle to help you out?" ace and grim yell out in unison, eyes widened in shock. "And Azul didn't make you sign a contract for it?" deuce pitches in, equally shocked as the other two.

"Mhm. I made a promise to Riddle that I'd make him a strawberry tart, as well as helping Cater out with painting the roses for the next unbirthday party. As for Azul... well, I owe him a favor, so, no contracts needed for it."

"Ah, lucky. Though, I probably wouldn't ask that octopus for help. He'd force me to sign a contract, and I learned from my mistakes." ace would say gloomily, grabbing another slice of ham.

"Yeah, and if I were to ask Riddle for help, he'd chew me out for not understanding..." deuce mutters, equally as gloomy as he slowly chews his food.

"Ugh, [Name]! Why couldn't you have taken me with you so they could've helped me out too!?" grim exclaims, huffing out as his small paws slam against the table.

"Hm? I told you, but you said you could do it yourself. Besides, who was the one that said they got an 'easy 100' just a minute ago?" [name] responds, grabbing another egg and eating it.

"Hey! Don't use my words against me!" grim yells, exclaiming a loud groan of annoyance as he lays his body on the floor.

"Hah... whatever, at least I know I'm not the only one who probably failed..." deuce would say, leaning his body against the couch as he was seemingly finished with his food.

"Oi, don't lump me in with you and this guy, I never said I failed, I just didn't want to think about that stupid assignment." ace grumbles, glaring at the blue haired boy as he points down at the beastman who laid still on the floor.

"Ace, you barely pass Crewel's class either, I think it's fair that Deuce can lump you in with him and Grim." [name] would say, playfully rolling his eyes as he grabs the dirty dishes and heading into the kitchen.

"Huh?! What's that supposed to mean?" "Yeah, henchman! Explain yourself!" "I said what I said. You're all idiots."

"Huh?!"

©SHUKEIN. please do not translate or repost any of my work on any other platform, or claim any of it as your own. 2024

#twst x male reader #twisted wonderland #male reader #male yuu #reader insert #ace trappola x male reader #deuce spade x male reader #grim twst #ace trappola x yuu #deuce spade x yuu #twst yuu

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enchantedblackrose · 2 years

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We Need You

Pairing: Kelly Severide/Fem Reader

Summary: Kelly responds to a fire at your workplace

Warnings: ? lmk if I'm forgetting something

A contribution to One Chicago Week 2002. Prompt used: chills. Huge shout out to @resanoona for helping this actually get edited. I thought I had a cute idea and this was a pain to write so I hope ya"ll like it.

Part 1|| Part 2

We Need You Part 1

It should have been a day like any other. But being a squad lieutenant at one of the busiest firehouses in Chicago didn't exactly promise Kelly Severide "normal" days. Or maybe what made this day worse than others was that Kelly was in love with you.

Bells rang at Firehouse 51. A building fire demanded truck, squad, and ambo. There was a slight hesitation in Kelly's pace as he kept going over the address in his head. Then, he felt his heart sink to his stomach; that address was your workplace.

For Kelly, the ride felt like it took an eternity. In reality, squad arrived at the scene in under three minutes.

The ten story building appeared to be engulfed by flames from all sides. Dark, heavy smoke poured out of windows. People were still exiting the building, but many were gathered just outside coughing, crying. Paramedics ushered everyone they could and began triage nearby. Kelly, hoping against hope, scanned the crowd for your face.

"Severide. Severide!”

Kelly's attention was pulled from the group of unknown faces to the man that just hollered his name. Casey gave him a quick 'what's the matter with you?' look.

"Y/n works here. Seventh floor."

Understanding and worry washed over Casey. "We'll find her, Kelly. She'll be okay." Kelly, not trusting his voice, only nodded in response. Casey resumed speaking to a man about the fire. Kelly listened while his eyes focused on the door, willing you to walk through it unharmed.

“Any way of knowing how many people were present?”

The man shook his head no.

“Know how the fire started? Did you smell anything, see anything?”

“I’m sorry, no. I can tell you the ground floor is just washrooms now and custodian closets. And the top two floors are completely vacant since-” The man erupted into a coughing fit.

“Thank you, sir for that information. Let’s get you checked out.” Sylvie appeared at the man’s side and escorted him to the ambo for a quick assessment.

Civilians stopped exiting.and Casey started giving out orders. Kelly instructed squad to gear up when a sudden blast of flames overtook the entire eastside of the building.

Kelly could not let any more time pass. His first instinct had been to run into the building, straight for your office. He tried to remain calm, assess the fire with Chief and Casey, and stayed outside as long as he could. Kelly would not wait any longer. He raced towards the building ignoring the protests of both Boden and Casey.

"Y/n could be in there!" he yelled back to them before disappearing into the smoke.

“Severide!” Boden barked.

“I’ll get him, Chief!” Cruz appeared on the other side of Casey, mask ready.

“No.” His voice made it clear there was to be no arguing. “We stick to the plan.”

“Copy that.”

“Excuse me? Are you in charge?” A woman in her late 40’s approached Boden and Casey.

“Yes, ma’am. I am,” Boden nodded.

“I spoke to all the other office managers and shift supervisors from the entire building. Everyone is accounted for except a woman…a y/ln from the seventh floor.”

~*~

The day was unseasonably warm, so when you were offered an early lunch break, you took it and taking advantage of the break in the weather, walked to your favorite pastry shop nearby.

You casually strolled back to the office, happily munching on bits of your chocolate croissant. As you neared the building, you were shocked to see a number of firetrucks and ambulances surrounding the street in front of the building. You had heard the sirens going while you were at the pastry shop, but you had no idea they had been called for your workplace. The sight caused chills up and down your back despite the warmer temperature. The chocolate croissant fell to the ground, as you felt your heart plummet. You spotted a face you knew, a face you never wanted to see at a fire. You saw Chief Wallace Boden.

Kelly's chief.

And that could only mean…

Suddenly you were running towards the trucks. It didn’t matter that firefighters you didn’t know stood in your path acting as a blockade. You would make it through. You would get to Kelly. You were instructed not to come closer. But the commotion warranted the attention of the Chief.

Boden’s eyes fell to you. A visible sigh of relief left him as he hollered for the firefighters from another company to let you pass. He had already previously radioed Kelly informing he was free to search for you and only you as all others had been accounted for. He wanted to give Kelly a time limit, but because it was you that Kelly was looking for, he hadn't wasted his breath. Casey, Cruz, and the other members of 51 were itching to get inside the blazing building, to safely retrieve both you and Kelly. The decision weighed heavily on Boden. He had been about to give an order when he had spotted you about to argue with those other firefighters. The timing was truly serendipitous.

When you reached the chief, tears had already started to fill your eyes. Boden placed a hand on your back.

He radioed. "Severide? She's here. She's alright. Do you copy?"

There was static, coughing, and finally the voice you were so desperate to hear. "I copy, chief. The wall behind me collapsed. My exit's blocked. I have to go around."

Boden sighed, not liking that Severide needed the extra time. He offered you the radio.

"Kelly? You get out of there. I mean it. Whatever it takes, you do it. We need you.”

The radio crackled and then Kelly’s voice rang out. “No matter what happens, know I love you, y/n.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, willing yourself not to cry. Minutes seem to go by. The fire was unrelenting. Scared for Kelly's life, you welcomed Boden's much larger hand in yours and held tightly.

Through the thick smoke, Kelly appeared where a glass window used to be. Though you were still frightened, it was a welcomed sight. Mouch worked to get the aerial to him and you watched without ever taking a breath. You didn't relax until he was on the ground in front of you. He stripped off his gear with every step towards you until you were within reach. You clung to him and he welcomed your tight embrace. You pulled away to look him over. Your hands roamed his face, chest, arms, unable to believe he stood before you unhurt.

"I'm okay, y/n. I promise."

"That’s good," you said through a sniffle, "because…we really need you."

Kelly stared blankly back at you, momentarily puzzled by you echoing the same sentiment you gave over the radio. He assumed you were referring to yourself and his 51 family. Another possibility occurred.

"Are you…?"

You nodded and Kelly instantly placed a hand on your tummy.

Boden did a double take. "Kelly Severide, you S.O.B." He said with only affection. Kelly smiled wide and Boden pulled him for a hug, clapping a hand on his shoulder. Boden hugged you next with sincere congratulations.

"It's still early, Chief," you said shyly.

"I won't say a thing until you’re ready." You smiled and thanked him for understanding. He waved you off. "Severide, take the rest of shift off."

"Chief, you sure?"

"Consider it a gift." Boden said as he walked away.

Kelly wrapped you in his arms and kissed the top of your head. “You have made what I thought was going to be my worst day ever into the best. I love you, y/n.”

#kelly severide x reader #kelly severide x you #kelly severide #onechicagoweek

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nevillesbestie · 2 months

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Neville Longbottom x Reader Chapter 1!

Welcome everyone to the beginning of a journey! I'm nervous about this, I've barely ever written before and when I did it was for my school's newspaper! Please bear with me as we embark on this journey together! Hopefully I get better at this as I go but we never know!

Warnings: Slight angst, yearning, one-sided love, (at first), Valentines day right around the corner

A/N - If you want to be on my taglist then I'll link my google form to get added! Have fun reading everyone!

A/N 2 - This was done in like a week, the reader is female with female parts, she/her pronouns for reader, reader can have long or short hair, reader has her hair in a towel because they make small towels for you to put your hair in

A/N 3 - I don’t know if you read Harry Potter stuff but @h-harleybaby what do you think of this????

It was your last year at hogwarts. You were nervous about moving on after school, you didn't know what you wanted to do. Well technically you knew what you wanted to do but you weren't ready for it. You had nice grades, you had a couple A's and B's and a few C's as well, you were a good student just had a bit of an attitude problem.

You had a couple friends, it was a weird little group but they were your found family. Ginny was your best friend, having sat next to her in the great hall after you all got sorted. Luna had made friends with you a couple weeks after you got put together during Charms class, and you had met Hermione in the library after you had got there to study with Ginny.

You had a couple other friends as well, Seamus and Dean being your go-to to sit next to during Astronomy, which was surprisingly the only class where they didn't act like hooligans.

The day was going well, except for the fact it was Valentine's Day and you sadly didn't have anyone to go to the Valentine's ball with. Ginny was going with Harry, Hermione was going with Ron, and Luna was going with some ravenclaw dude. Of course you were going to the dance with all of them you just didn't have your own date.

"Well I think you should ask him, he'll probably say yes anyway" Ginny says as we walk out of a random Hogsmeade shop. Luna joins in "He's very shy and sensitive so when you ask him just be gentle" causing you to groan. "I don't know guys, I don't even think he likes me"

Hermione scoffs "Are you daft? He basically fawns over you all of the time, you just don't notice" causing Ginny to chuckle. "I don't know, maybe I will, I just don't want to get hurt and rejected because of it you know?"

Ginny sighs and shakes her head while smiling "Y/N you're one of the prettiest girls here ok? He won't reject you, now if you'll excuse me I have to go meet up with Harry for a bit" Hermione and Luna nod and say the same thing as all three of them walk away smiling.

You sigh and walk back to Hogwarts to get ready to try on the dress your mom sent you for the ball. You get back to your dorm room and take out your dream dress, you smile and try it on, the way it looks on you is perfect. You think and wonder if he likes you like Hermione said he does. You sigh and take off the dress before taking a shower and putting on your pajamas, you sit down with your hair in a towel as you grab a book and start reading where you left off last night.

---------<3

It's a couple hours later when the girls come into your dorm room with all of their dresses, makeup, and hair supplies. You smile as they set up chaotically, "Well I didn't realize you could be such a mess Hermione" Ginny laughs while Luna giggles softly. You get up and pull out your dress before starting to get ready with the girls.

You four figure out whether you want to straighten or curl your hair, whether you want to wear makeup or not, and what shoes to wear with them. While you guys are laughing and talking you hear a knock on the door before a letter slides under it with your name on it.

You go and pick it up before reading what it says. You slowly open the letter before starting to read it quietly. You blush and smile as you slowly read it.

'Hello Y/N,

I'm writing you this letter because Seamus and Dean have convinced me to do it, I wanted to ask you to go to the Valentine's Day ball with me in person but I was nervous, I don't know if it's too late to ask you now but if you would like to go to the Ball with me, meet me at the bottom of the stairs in front of the great hall.

-N.L'

Ginny looks over and smirks before snatching the letter out of your hand and starting to read it out loud causing Hermione and Luna to squeal and laugh. "Ginny stop it!" you blush and try to grab the letter back but she holds it over her head. "You have to meet him at the stairs! It'll be so cute!" Hermione adds in.

You smile and blush, "Alright, help me get ready girls, I want to look nice for this" Luna grabs your hand before sitting you down on the chair in front of Ginny's vanity as you and Ginny share a dorm. The girls help you with your hair and makeup and help you pick out what shoes you wanna wear.

It's about an hour later and you four leave the dorm and walk out and meet up with Harry and Ron before leaving and meeting up with Luna's date. They quickly shuffle into the great hall but the girls stop them as they turn and see Neville Longbottom waiting at the bottom of the stairs. You stayed back to take a few deep breaths and calm down, Seamus and Dean stopped to see how you were doing before smiling and leaving, you leave shortly afterwards and make your way towards the stairs.

You take a deep breath and whisper to yourself, "It's ok Y/N, what could go wrong right?" You slowly turn the corner and look down to see Neville waiting for you, he looks up and smiles as he processes that it's you. You blush before slowly walking down the stairs and meeting him at the bottom.

"Hi" You slowly say as you hear Luna and Ginny quietly squealing causing you to blush out of embarrassment. He smiles, "Hi, I'm sorry I didn't ask you out in person, I was really nervous and I didn't know if you would say yes or not" You giggle softly and smile "I was really nervous too, I wanted to ask you as well but I backed out at the last second"

He puts his hand out, "Well?" You grab his hand while still smiling and he leads you both to the front of the great hall where the girls and their dates, you all walk in together and find a table.

It’s hard not to have fun during the best Ball of the year…right?

#Neville Longbottom x Reader #There will be fluff #smut #and angst #AHHHH SCREAMING RNNNNN

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Hihi! I saw your thing about friends to lovers and I dig it. Maybe friends to lovers with Jean-Pierre Polnareff? Possibly takes place after sdc snd before golden wind? Polnareffs bff owns a small little shop that he visits everyday type thing? Sorry if its not a lot to work worth im bad with ideas and explaining :c

Promises Made

Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

Character(s): Jean-Pierre Polnareff

Type of Request: 3,000 Followers Oneshots

Note(s): No this is really cute!! I'm happy to write it. Also just now realized I misread the request. I thought it said Polnareff's bf (boyfriend) and not bff so that's my bad (I can fix it easily)!!

"And how is business today, mon ami?" Polnareff has a wide smile as he walks into your shop. It's a routine he's kept every day. While his personal research and work with Jotaro and the Speedwagon Foundation take up most of his time, he wants to make sure that he always has this moment to come by and see you.

You glance up from where you're sweeping the floor a bit, wanting to keep it clean and the smile that crosses your face has Polnareff smiling wider. That is another reason he makes it a routine to come and see you daily.

"Not too busy today, but it hasn't been dead, so I think it's going well," you reply and Polnareff nods as if he's hanging onto your every word.

"That's good, I wouldn't want you to be exhausted from working too hard." As if he's one to talk. After all the events in Egypt, he feels as if he hasn't had a moment to rest between finally grieving and wanting to make sure it couldn't happen again. But he doesn't tell you that, he continues to be the funny, cheery guy for you. You deserve to see him at his best. "Do you think you could step away for a moment? Just to walk with me," he asks you, wanting to do more than talk to you in your shop and potentially be interrupted by a customer coming in.

Polnareff is pleased by your smile as you walk over and put a sign on the front door, saying you'll be back in fifteen minutes. He holds his arm out for you to take, acting like he's being goofy when he really wants to use it as an excuse for you to touch him. You walk with him and it's pleasant.

As you both catch up on your day, speaking in more details than you did in the shop, Polnareff finds himself staring. He's caught himself doing that a good bit since meeting you. And despite being a hell of a romantic, he does enjoy this friendship you have. Making friends hasn't been the easiest since Egypt and he doesn't want to ruin this by being selfish.

"We should probably start to head back," you say with a bit of a disappointed sigh that causes his heart to pick up. He feels that same disappointed, but he knows how valuable your shop is to you, so he agrees as he leads you back.

You had let go of his arm at this point, which did cause a frown on his face for a split second before he covered it up. He can't help the blush as he feels your hand intertwine with his on the walk back. If he wasn't so caught up in his feelings, he would've maybe noticed that you seemed a bit flustered from doing that.

You make it back to your shop with him, hand-in-hand. No one is waiting for you to be back and you take the sign off the door as he stands around your shop, not wanting to leave, but also not wanting to just seem as if he's loitering. Thankfully, Polnareff is saved when an older woman walks in to speak with you. Perhaps a regular. He doesn't pay attention to what the two of you talk about, he doesn't want to eavesdrop... Well, he does, but he manages to refrain. That is, until the woman starts to leave and looks in Polnareff's direction this time.

"You take care of them. Don't break their heart," she says to Polnareff, causing him to freeze and be unable to respond as she leaves the shop. The slight laughter that leaves your lips brings him back as his face is also red and he notices the apologetic look on your face.

"Sorry about her, she's come by quite often just to talk. She's been like an overprotective grandma," you explain and Polnareff nods at that as he's still a bit lost in his thoughts. Eventually he bites the bullet and looks to you.

"I'd never break your heart," he promises you and surprise crosses your features at Polnareff's small confession. "I could never hurt you like that."

"I know Jean-Pierre." The way you speak his name with such tenderness causes the French man to step closer.

"If you allow me, I will make sure every day is a happy one for you. I want to show you how much love you truly deserve. I cherish this friendship we have, but please do not blame me for being a selfish man and wanting more." The romantic side in Polnareff has never left him and it feels freeing in a sense to not hold back his feelings when speaking to you.

"I guess we're both selfish then," you speak up after a moment of pause and processing. The smile that crosses Polnareff's face is wider than any you've seen before as he moves behind the front counter to pull you into a hug. Normally, you'd scold him for getting behind the front counter, but now you're just trying to breathe with how tightly he presses you to his chest. Polnareff realizes your struggling and lets you go with a brighter blush on his face as he smiles down at you.

"I promise, I will never break your heart," he says again, and you nod, giving him a smile back. "I might not be able to visit every day, but I will always come back to you." It's a dangerous thing to promise with what he intends on doing. But the promise and this new relationship with you gives him extra motivation. And he knows that he'll fight so damn hard to keep it.

#kats 3000 follower celebration #jean pierre polnareff x reader #polnareff x reader #jjba x reader

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mr2swap · 1 year

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After Christmas: 1

“Damn it, I can't take this one more day!” My father promised me that this would end today, that we would return to our original bodies, and we would never talk about everything that happened this winter vacation.

He has been putting off reversing the spell he “accidentally” cast on us so I can enjoy my youth for a couple of days. When mom left us my father looked so pathetic and sad, I thought that if I let him use my body for a day or two after Christmas it would be the most generous of me and the truth is I can fully understand why he did it ... his life is shit!

He was never able to finish high school for being an idiot, so all he could get was a 10-hour job as a low paid builder. Every day I wake up at morning, so I can start the day with 3 cups of coffee without sugar because “my” doctor told me that I had to watch my diet, some tasteless eggs and a couple of painkillers to be able to bear leaving the home without having to complain all day that I spend working under the sun.

At first, it was not so bad it was great to wake up in my father's room in his taller, stronger and older body, everything looked smaller especially my father who was now in my slim body of a 14-year-old boy, maybe it was the adrenaline rush and excitement that made me completely ignore the pain in my back and not have had a drop of coffee all day.

After confronting him and admitting that he was the cause that one day to the next he will wake up like a 48-year-old man we reached an agreement, we would return to our bodies once Christmas passed, I must admit that going out to do the shopping For Christmas dinner with my dad it was a lot of fun, we talked all day about everything I would have to do in his body, he even taught me how to drive, and he let me drink my first beer when we got home, I felt funny after empty a couple of cans, and it all seemed incredibly light especially with how big my arms are now.

But all the fun ended the next day, on Christmas Day as soon as I woke up again in this body you can understand why my father told me not to get too excited about drinking beer, I even think I was still a little drunk after drinking so much last night My head hurt like hell and the rest of my body didn't feel better, and I think for the first time I could understand why my father used to take those pills every day with his coffee.

While I was trying to go down the stairs carefully to have a lot of coffee that I now needed my father was already at the foot of the tree unwrapping the gifts that he had personally wrapped a couple of days before, when I realized what it was not I could believe it—DID YOU BUY ME A PS5?! — I quickly helped him connect it while he was just as excited as I was to play however I could see that there was only one control and after a short fight I decided I was too tired and screwed up to spend it all The day I was arguing over who would take the first turn playing and my head was killing me, I decided that I would play the next day once I returned to my young 14-year-old body.

However, the days have passed, and my father still does not break the spell, making excuses after excuses, and he doesn't even make an effort to lie to me during breakfast today. He told me, “have you started with that again? It starts to be annoying to hear you say the same thing every morning, “IT'S A SON OF A BITCH! Right now he must be on my first day of class pretending to be me and talking to my friends while I'm covered in sweat and dust, killing me at his shitty job.

I am doubting if one day I will recover my body, I have to find the spell that my father used to steal my life and be 14 years old again! … well I will do it tomorrow today Robert, a friend of my father from work invited me to drink a couple of beers on the way out of work, he said we had a lot of fun and was really pushy. I suppose there are good things about being an adult.

Hello! Happy New Year, this is the first story here on Tumblr, the second part and a short epilogue are on my patreon.

You can also join my discord server if you want to know the latest news of my stories or chat with me, Tumblr has me blocked or something and I can't receive messages, so discord is the only way to talk to me lol

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theunbearableweightofpedropascal · 8 months

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Through the Grapevine P.2

Frankie Morales x Female Reader

Part 1 here

Author's Note: Sorry for the long hiatus, I had like no motivation and so many ideas. Idk if I'm back but enjoy this mini-fic 😊

Summary: After meeting Frankie you can't stop thinking about him, so you drive by his shop for an oil change of course. 18+ minors dni

Warnings: oral (m. receiving), slight stalkery behavior, age gap (dealer's choice how big), unabashed debauchery.

Word Count: 1.7k

You were waiting for something to go wrong in your car and for once it’s fine. You can’t just show up to the shop with a perfectly fine car. And asking for Frankie like you’re friends, he could turn you away and the potential embarrassment is enough to stop that plan.

Did he even want to see you again? He did say that you were more than a little young for him, not to mention the fact that your parents are dating. But he did eat you out like a man that just got out of prison. Before you could stop yourself you look up the address of the auto shop, you could drive by to see if they’re busy.

Before you know it you’re pulling into the lot, you decide to use the excuse of needing an oil change. Which turns out to be a good one because you can’t remember the last time it was done. Walking into the lobby you see a vacant front desk, after looking around you deduce that everyone must be busy already. Although tempted to walk right back out, you take a seat on one of the lounge chairs and scroll through your phone.

“Sorry for the wait, we're a little backed up today. How can I help ya?” A blonde man with a buzzcut asks you while using a cloth to wipe his hands. You look at the name stitched onto his uniform ‘Will’. Will’s blue eyes both unnerve and amaze you.

“It’s fine um, Frankie said he could change my oil today?” You move to meet him as he goes behind the counter to check their schedule. Although he nods he looks a little confused since you're not in the line up.

With furrowed brows Will excuses himself, and leaves you at the counter to go through the back doors towards Frankie’s office. He knocks before he enters seeing Fish doing paperwork. “Hey man there’s a girl out there sayin’ you said you’d squeeze her in for an oil change today.”

Frankie looks up at Will with a scrunched face, confusion clear on his face. “Who?”

“I didn’t get a name Fish. I thought I’d check in with you first cause she called you by name.”

“What does she look like?” Frankie couldn’t recall personally telling anyone he’d do their oil change. Ever. As Will begins describing you to Frankie, he puts his head in his hands and laughs but it’s devoid of humor.

Will halts his sentence to ask, “So you do know her?”

Frankie gets up from his chair fixing Will’s confused stare with a self assured smile. “Yeah. I’ll take care of her.”

When Will comes back with Frankie, he looks just as good as the first time you saw him. Maybe even better. His uniform was unzipped and tied around his waist, leaving his white shirt underneath riddled with stains. His arms had oil marks on them as well bringing attention to his softened muscles. His staple hat was backwards, matting his chocolate curls to his forehead.

You see the recognition in Frankie's crinkled eyes. His eyes narrow intently staring at you, probably wondering why you’re at his job. His eyes travel down your body while his tongue darts out to lick his lips. He couldn’t stop thinking about you these past couple weeks, he almost caved first and asked his dad about you.

“Good news, Frankie said he could squeeze you in but I gotta get back.” Will smiles before heading back over to the garage.

“You’re just insatiable aren’t you?” Frankie looks at you knowing exactly why you’re here but he’s just as excited as you are. He sees you lean forward against the counter giving him a nice view down your v-neck.

“How could I not be?” You question with hooded eyes. Frankie has to admit that your persistence is both sexy and annoying.

As much as he loves the back and forth banter with you, it could continue back in his office. When he grabs your hand to guide you through the back you can’t stop the cheesy smile taking over your face. His office is about as messy as you expect it to be with a comfy couch in the corner stocked with blankets.

“Don’t tell me you sleep here.” You turn to chastise Frankie as he leans against his desk.

“Sometimes I do but it’s mostly for my daughter.” His response has you snaking your arms around his neck. “You wanna tell me why you’re here? I know it’s not for a fucking oil change.” His hands glide over your body until he rested them on your hips, squeezing.

“Actually I could use one since I can’t remember the last time it was done.” You sheepishly admit. The searing gaze he puts you under should intimidate you, yet you can’t help but clench your thighs together.

Thinking that he’s moved on you feel him rub his hands all over your jean clad ass bringing you closer than before. You slowly bring your lips closer to his intending to close the last bit of distance between you. That is until you feel a burning sensation on your right cheek, quickly realizing that he just fucking spanked you. You rear back from him giving him an incredulous stare unable to believe he actually spanked you. His proud smirk makes you even more angry.

“Frank-” your soon to be tirade was cut off by Frankie lips capturing yours in a heated kiss. You instantly melt into it, craving everything he can give you. Neither of you waste time, his hands pull your hips flush against his. You feel his tongue push roughly into your mouth, the feeling sending a jolt to your stomach. You don’t know if the throbbing you feel is from your core or his. Your hands comb down his torso while his hands find their way into your jean skirt. You break the kiss first aiming your hand for the double knot in front of his uniform. There is no resistance from Francisco as you lower your knees to the carpet.

Frankie is aching at the thought of what you're about to do, he can feel the wet spot of his pre-cum growing. His hands grip the edge of the desk while you run your hands up and down his thighs. When you finally hook your fingers into his boxers, you kiss his very hard cock through the fabric before pulling them down. The sensation has his hips involuntarily jerk toward you. With you smiling through your lashes at him Frankie knew he wasn’t lasting long.

With his boxers gone you see him thick, veiny, and curved. You lick up the pre-cum spreading on his tip before enveloping him fully in your mouth. Frankie’s hands transition from gripping the desk to grabbing a fistfull of your hair. He lets out a slew of hushed profanities while you bob your head up and down his length.

Your tongue licks over his vein and he lets out a loud moan. Frankie can feel his load building and he gently rocks his hips in tandem with your mouth. Your warmth surrounds him, taking him eagerly making it harder for him to keep quiet. You can tell he’s close when he pulses in your mouth and his hips stutter in their steady rhythm. Frankie cums in spurts down your throat, seemingly deflating into the desk.

Detaching your mouth from his member with a ‘pop’ you sit back on your heels readying yourself to get up. Frankie grabs your arms, carefully standing you back up before fixing his uniform bottom.

“That was-” Frankie’s would be praise gets cut off by you.

“The best head I’ve ever given, you should count yourself lucky.” Frankie chuckles at your disheveled appearance. Thanks to him your hair was noticeably unruly, knees aching, and a tender jaw. Frankie slinks his way up to you rubbing your jaw with his thumb before giving you a kiss.

“I do. Wait here I’ll get you a gatorade and start working on your car.” He motions for you to sit on the couch and get comfortable. He keeps his promise giving you cool blue which you gratefully accept. You don’t mean to but the couch is so comfortable you doze off after you’ve chugged your drink.

Meanwhile Frankie tends to your car, more than he should. Although you asked for an oil change he also added wiper fluid to your windshield wipers and checked your brake pads. He feels the weight of Will’s questions, even if he’ll never ask them.

“Thought she only needed an oil change.” Will breaks the silence as he watches Frank replace your brake pads.

“Look at her old brake pad,” Frankie let out before muttering “thing’s a fuckin’ death trap.”

Will walks to where your old brake pads in disbelief, there was barely anything left of the padding. “When was the last time she got maintenance?”

“Probably when she bought this thing.” Frankie grunts out.

……………..

You feel yourself being gently shaken awake, you quickly register where you are when making eye contact with the pink unicorn blanket on your body. Frankie’s already removed the empty gatorade bottle from your hand. You sit up to check your phone only to find you’ve been asleep for 4 hours. As if on cue, your stomach lets its disapproval show.

“C’mon we’re gonna get something to eat and then I’ll drop you home.” Frankie’s declaration only leaves you more puzzled.

“But I only needed an oil change.” You remind him.

“Baby your brake pads were almost non-existent and your engine light is on. Do you know how long it’s been on?” He gently scolds you for

“I don’t know like a couple of months, it runs just fine.” That was the worst possible answer you could have given him.

Frankie collects himself before blandly telling you “I’m keeping it overnight to make sure, I don’t even think it’s up to state code.”

You roll your eyes at his insistence and slowly get up from the couch as he guides you to his pick-up. His hands manage to stay on some part of your body for the remainder of the night.

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brokenmelodies07 · 1 year

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Sundays With A Twist

Summary - Mark Lee is just another college student who wishes that his Sunday goes according to plan, but what happens when he disappears in a cloud of blood red smoke?

Genre - Mythology

Warning - None, except bad jokes

Normal Sundays do not end up with you being in the midst of demons and wild creatures, but hey you're Mark Lee, normal is just not your cup of tea.

Sundays were Mark's favorite. Sundays were everything he was not - calm, collected, peaceful, stress-free. As usual he woke up at 4am, did his morning routine, almost slipped on Haechan's discarded clothes and left home to be done with his new song before the weekend gets over.

Humming his new song, Mark strolled the streets, on his way to the studio. He expected to do a lot of things today:

1. Finish the new song

2. Buy a new notebook (after Haechan spilt coffee on the last one)

3. Pick up his guitar from the shop (which Haechan should have payed for)

4. Submit his assignments

5. Actually get eight hours of sleep (probably not possible because someone keeps shouting and smashing keyboards at 3 in the morning!!!!!)

Wow, Haechan was a menace, but unfortunately there’s nobody else other than his childhood best friend to split the bills with. If there was something not included in his schedule, it was to be whisked away in smoke by a couple of teenagers.

In the middle of the streets of New York, Mark started turning into smoke. Not just regular, white, dustless smoke, but a blood red one.

He shouted, cried and screamed for help, but the pedestrians just walked through him, like he wasn't there.

Mark evaporated into the air and traveled as nothing more than just atoms and molecules into the depths of the earth. It was all too much for him. Like seriously? Does sleep deprivation really make you hallucinate this much? No, right? But, who knows? Maybe he should Google it.

After about what felt like a milli-second, Mark became human again, in the middle of a red, endless dessert.

Looking around, Mark slapped his face once, twice, thrice. Yet, he didn't wake up.

"Dude, why am I not waking up?" Mark questioned, slapping his face a couple more times.

"That's gonna bruise after some time," said a voice he didn't recognise.

Mark looked around, searching for the owner of that meek voice.

"You'll need to apply some ointment on that," said a short boy with impish features who emerged from the shadows.

"Hi, I'm Renjun, sorry for summoning you"

"Yeah, sorry for summoning you, we didn't know what else to do" said a taller boy with flaming orange hair and a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, what the heck?"Mark questioned

"Where am I? Why am I here? Who are you? What do you mean summoned? And what is that foul smell?"

"Could you go slower, we're not fluent in human language, yet" said a tall, muscular guy with spotless white hair.

"Yeah, what he said" voiced two new boys, one who was tall, lean and had pink hair and a boyish charm and the other, who was shyer, taller and looked like he hadn't eaten for days.

"Excuse me, can you wake me up? I've got a lot to do and I'm not wasting my time hallucinating. Hellooo, God?" Mark called out, looking up, thinking that God was up there somewhere saying "This is what you get when you don't sleep"

"Is this a good time to tell you that God kind of went on vacation, he won't be back till the spring fest."

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA,VERY FUNNY!!" Mark laughed, "Now , if we could speed it up a bit, I would like to wake back up"

"I don't think he understands us,"said the shy one.

"You’re Mark, right?" asked the orange haired boy

"If you're going with my English name, then yeah..."

“Great, you just need to help us with this programming and then you'll be sent back“

"You're kidding, right? 'Cause computers and I don't go anywhere near each other, I don't even know how to shop online, bro!" Mark exclaimed.

"You are Mark from facebook, right"

"Excuse me? No, how would I be Mark Zuckerberg? I'm not even American, dude!"

"Huh?" they all collectively said together.

"Just a minute please" they said and disappeared into thin air.

What was with the obsession with disappearing into the air lately?

"Sooooo" they said, reappearing.

"So?" started Mark.

"We may or may not have accidentally mistaken you for someone else and we can't send you back."

"Sorry for the trouble, but hey we can be friends," said the shortest one.

"Yeah, I'm Chenle, son of Hermes," introduced the boy with green hair.

"Hi! Jaemin, son of Aphrodite. Welcome to the club, dude!" Said the pink-haired boy excitedly.

"Nice to meet you, I’m Jisung, son of Hermes," the shy one mumbled.

"I'm Renjun, son of Athena, Goddess of wisdom and warfare, and that's Jeno, son of Ares, God of War," said the shortest one.

"Well, I'm Mark Lee, a college student who survives on a lot of caffeine and watermelons. Nice to formally meet you, I guess?" Questioned Mark with raised eyebrows.

"So, is there any way you can teach us about programming?" asked Jeno, who Mark assumed must be their brawns.

"Yeah, if you have fulfilled the purpose we called you here for, then you're free to go, that's how the magic works" explained Renjun, who obviously was the brains.

"Well, I might know someone who's currently studying programming in college"

"Really? If he can help us out, then you both would probably be free to go"

"Let's summon him now, what's his name?"

"Lee Haechan," smirked Mark, knowing that this would be enough for all the times Haechan stabbed him in the back and annoyed the living daylights out of him.

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[BSTS] Main Story S5Ch5 ‘Dark Flare’ Part 1

Getting these posted before the second half drops !

Chapter 1

-street, daytime-

???: (on phone) ...Yep yep. I just got to the shopping district I think. But somewhere along the way I messed up. Like come on, every shop here has similar signs and the streets are all so narrow~! I don't even know which street I just walked out of... I have no idea where I'm going.

-he spots saki-

???: Ah, hey hey Miss, you over there! I'd like to ask you a quick question...!

saki: Hm? Are you talking to me?

???: Ah thank god, thanks for helping me, luck must be on my side today!

saki: (I haven't even agreed to help him yet...)

???: I seem to have gotten lost you see... Could you tell me where this spot on the map is? Oh woops, I'll hang up first.

-phone beeps-

???: See here, this store. I'd like to go there.

saki: Hm? That place is...

???: Are you familiar with it Miss? I'm saved then~! I'm glad I don't have to worry about getting lost.

iwami: Weren't you already lost?

???: Ah, Iwa-san! Jeez, you could've showed up sooner~

iwami: Big talk for the kid who disappeared from our arranged meeting place.

???: But that's just cause I can't wait to meet Team B! I couldn't sit still any longer.

iwami: There's no point if you show up on your own, you'll just be turned away at the door.

saki: (Is this person a friend of Iwami-san...?)

iwami: Anyways, who would've thought you'd catch Saki-san here. Is it your hobby to get dragged into other people's business like this, young lady?

saki: Ahaha…

???: Huh, what? You guys know each other? Oh wait I got it! You must be the rumoured princess, right Miss? Nice to meet you, my name is... um...?

iwami: Hinata, got it?

hinata: Right right, that's what it was, Hinata! I'll be known as Hinata at Starless, alright? That's how things work there after all.

saki: U-um, yeah... Nice to meet you too, Hinata-san.

hinata: Ever since I heard that I'd get to see Team B's show today I've been super hyped about it! You should come with us!

iwami: This was some good timing, could you teach him a bit about Starless as we walk, young lady? Like the right route to take, you were headed there anyways weren’t you?

saki: Yes, I was planning to...

hinata: Yay! This really was a happy coincidence then. I'll be in your care, Miss ♪

—end

Chapter 1 extra

-hospital room-

nurse: Good morning Haseyama-san. The sun's shining again today. Let's see, blood pressure and body temperature are both normal... Hm?

haseyama: .........

nurse: Am I imagining things or?

haseyama: ko...nn...

nurse: He's regained consciousness!? Haseyama-san, can you hear me?

haseyama: ..........

nurse: Haseyama-san! I'll call the doctor right away ok?

-time pass-

kei: So, what you mean to say is that he woke for merely a moment and then fell back into unconsciousness?

nurse: Yes, I'm most sorry for calling you out here so urgently.

unei: There's nothing you need to apologise for! We are grateful that you contacted us. The fact he woke up at all means he should be properly out of his coma soon right?

nurse: I'm sorry, but we don't know that for sure yet.

unei: Is that so...

yakou: Did he communicate anything to you in the brief time he was awake?

nurse: I wouldn't call it communication but if I remember correctly... He mumbled "ko, nn" before falling unconscious again.

yakou: "Kon"? I wonder what he was trying to say.

unei: Maybe he was trying to say navy blue? (*kon-iro)

yakou: What would he have meant by that...?

unei: Kon...kon... Ah! Could he have been imitating a fox...!?

(*in Japanese 'kon' is the noise foxes make)

yakou: That doesn't make any sense either.

unei: Um, did he happen to say anything else?

nurse: No, it was just incoherent mumblings. Excuse me, but I must go and check on some other patients.

unei: Thank you for talking with us whilst you're so busy.

-nurse leaves-

yakou: If it was just incoherent mumbling as she said then it's likely it had no deeper meaning.

kei: We won't know until Haseyama himself has woken.

—end

Chapter 1 SideA

-locker rooms-

ran: Alright! I've done myself up to be one stunnin' young man once again today-!

kongou: Ran, the hair on the back of your head is still sticking up.

ran: What? But I just got done hair sprayin' it!

lico: Would you be quiet. I have to get set up here too so stop freaking out in front of the mirror.

mizuki: Geh, what's it matter spending so much time on that.

ran: Aw c'mon, why aren't ya more excited, we finally get to have another solo performance. Heath is lookin' healthy lately too!

mizuki: ...Are you sure about that?

heath: I'm fine. Rather, I'm actually feeling quite good today.

akira: Oh, the whole B gang is here, give it your all out there~

mizuki: The heck, what are you here for?

akira: I just came to collect something from my locker~ What about you? You look like you're all fine at least.

mizuki: Duh of course. So we don't need you getting involved.

lico: No need to blow up at every little thing, Mizuki. Akira's just here to check on us.

akira: Welp, if anything happens just give me a call.

heath: Mm sure. Don't worry though, we won't need to.

akira: I am your understudy just in case. Anyways, see ya~

-akira leaves-

lico: Well, it is true that Heath's role this time isn't on the stage the whole time. So we should actually be good. Rather than Heath, isn't it you we should be worried about right now, Mizuki?

mizuki: Huh? What's that meant to mean?

lico: What are you even going for with your interpretation of Oba Yozo? Shouldn't he be more timid?

mizuki: Who gives a shit about interpretations. All we need to do is match the energy of Heath's song.

kongou: While it's true our show gives a different impression than the source material 'No Longer Human', I think it's fine the way it is.

ran: Yeah it gives off a feelin' like 'if you're feelin’ rejected come on over here~' y'know what I mean?

heath: We don't want to be shoved into the box of what's considered 'normal' by society. Because that's how Team B is.

mizuki: Hahah, as expected your ideas are the best, Heath! Alright then, let's get goin' already you guys.

-mizuki leaves-

lico: Hey... I'm being serious here, please quit overdoing it. If I catch you looking even a little unwell I'm subbing you out.

heath: ...I know. I don't want the audience to ever have to see me like that again either.

—end

Chapter 1 SideA extra

-starless break room-

ginsei: .......

sotetsu: What're you reading?

ginsei: Ah!? Oh, it's just you two.

yoshino: Sorry for frightening you. Which script is that you're reading?

sotetsu: You were reading it with one intense expression, is it that immersive?

ginsei: Oh this? It's the script for B's current show. Kongou let me borrow a copy.

yoshino: Why are you reading their scripts again...

sotetsu: What are you scheming this time?

ginsei: It's not like I'm trying to involve myself in B's performances or anything. It's more like an analysis, I guess you could call it research.

yoshino: On the script?

ginsei: Yeah. Reading the other team's scripts has been great learning material.

sotetsu: Really?

ginsei: It's because I can analyse them more objectively than our own scripts. This one's especially interesting, seeing how it differs from the original source and how it's been adapted.

yoshino: 'No Longer Human' is what it's based on right?

ginsei: Yeah, that's it. Since Mizuki is the lead role it makes you see that Oba could even be depicted in this way. It's fun making new discoveries like this.

yoshino: Could it be that you're planning to continue properly studying scripts from now on?

ginsei: In my own way, yeah. So I'm planning to check out every show's script like this.

yoshino: I see.

sotetsu: There's no way you'll have enough time for all that.

ginsei: True, that's the biggest problem at the moment. If the staff shortage issue could be solved I'd be able to devote myself to it more...

yoshino: We have no choice but to ask the temp management team if they can hire more people. It's not like we can do anything about it... I think your efforts are a good idea though Ginsei. I have to do whatever it is I can as well.

sotetsu: Looks like a flame has been lit in you. Jeez, you're all so diligent.

—end

Chapter 1 SideB

-starless hallway-

unei: Ah, Qu-san. Could I borrow you for a moment? I have something I'd like to discuss with you...

qu: It's rare of you to seek me out, Unei-kun.

unei: In regards to this you're... No, you're the only one I could ask, Qu-san!

qu: Sounds like it's serious, what is it?

unei: Please, could you give me your opinion on my costume design once again!

qu: Hm...?

unei: I'm sure you'd give me a straightforward assessment of my design proposal! Here, I took a picture of what I drew...!

qu: I'm not sure I'd be much help with that.

unei: That's not true! You assessed my design last time, remember? If I can get your ok on the design then it's almost guaranteed everyone else will agree to it too!

mokuren: Don't block the hallway, you're in the way.

zakuro: It looks as if you're putting on a single act comedy. Though it is also true that I am quite interested in your design Unei-kun, to a surprising degree.

mokuren: Don't say anything unnecessary, Zakuro. And you too, Qu. Just refuse him straight up. If you're late for our reservation in lesson room 2 I won't be happy about it.

qu: Well, you heard them, sorry Unei-kun.

unei: Aw~....

zakuro: My my such heartbreak. If you'd like more ideas than that... Why not make a trial costume for yourself? If you do that then no one would interfere.

unei: Uu... B-but that wouldn't solve the problem...

qu: If you want to solve the main problem then wouldn't finding a costume designer be the best move? How's that been going?

unei: Um well, the temporary management team has been asking around within their acquaintances...! Taiga-san made a post about it on our blog too but so far we haven't gotten any responses.

qu: Probably because it's not that flashy of a job offer. I guess there's nothing we can do for now but wait and see.

mokuren: Unei, I couldn't care less what you do, but I won't let you off easy if you get in the way of our rehearsals.

—end

Chapter 1 SideB extra

-rehearsal room-

taiga: Their show’s starting soon, yeah?

takami: Are you concerned for Team B?

taiga: Nah, I wouldn't go as far as to say I'm concerned. But I wouldn't say it's unrelated, I'm just wondering how things are going to go, I guess.

akira: Why do you keep glancing at me?

takami: Well it's true that Akira has a relationship with them at the moment.

akira: Ew why'd you have to word it like that.

kokuyou: How stupid. All it means is that you weren’t needed this time, nothing more nothing less.

akira: I suppose~ Basically if Heath’s feeling fine and dandy then I don’t need to appear.

takami: That’s because Mizuki’s opinion that Heath is their one and only MC won’t change.

sin: As long as Heath doesn’t collapse then, hm? The water in the fountain has already overflowed. The time for enlightenment is still in the distant future.

taiga: Being their pinch hitter is even more of a pain than just being a regular understudy though. I mean, do B really plan to just continue handling things like this?

kokuyou: Who knows. As long as they aren’t hindering us I couldn’t care less.

taiga: Wouldn’t it cause quite the drama if we were to have a versus with B and Heath isn’t able to perform though?

kokuyou: If that ever happens then it would be on Mizuki to take full responsibility.

taiga: The responsibility of being a leader huh?

takami: I don’t think a malicious versus such as that would even happen in the first place.

kokuyou: You never know.

—end

Chapter 2

-starless lobby-

iwami: So, what did you think of Starless' Team B?

hinata: They were amazing...! I knew seeing them live would be completely different to just watching recordings! It's not even comparable! Do you always get to watch their shows like this, Miss? I'm so jelly-!

saki: You really love Team B huh, Hinata-san.

hinata: Well duh! I'm still freaking out just standing in the lobby here. I'm not dreaming am I? What am I gonna do if I get to meet Team B~!

iwami: Oi oi, isn't that the whole reason I brought you here?

saki: Huh? Then do you mean...

iwami: Oh, look who chose the perfect time to appear. Hey, Mizuki.

-mizuki walks over-

mizuki: If it isn't Kouichi. Saki too, what're ya doing standing around out here?

iwami: We had just been watching your show.

saki: The performance was great, I had a lot of fun.

mizuki: Course it was, it was a B show after all.

mizuki: ...By the way, who's the blondie?

iwami: I invited him along, his name's Hinata. He's a massive fan of Team B.

mizuki: Oh? He's got good taste then.

hinata: (gasp) ...Oh my god! H-He spoke to me...!

mizuki: Huh...?

hinata: Holy crap... Mizuki in the flesh makes such a huge impression! His gaze is so intense! Aha, my heart feels like it's gonna explode~! I'm so glad I came here today~!

mizuki: The hell's up with this guy?

iwami: I already told you, didn't I? He's a massive fan of Team B.

hinata: I've loved Team B for ages now. This is the first time I've gotten to see you perform in person, it was crazy intense.

mizuki: Ah, y-yeah...

hinata: Your show today was amazing as always obviously, but still, it was on a whole other level! Heath's rap was especially great! The song, his voice, he's just the best, I admire him so much! No scratch that, I respect him so much!

mizuki (awkward): Hahah, is that so?

hinata: Yeah, Team B really are the best aren't they? I want to join!

mizuki: You what...?

iwami: I heard that you lot were understaffed, so isn't this a good opportunity to increase your numbers?

mizuki: Quit saying stupid shit.

hinata: I'll rehearse till I drop! The name 'Hinata' too, I was given it by Iwa-san for this so...!

mizuki: No way. B is the five of us, no one more, no one less. As if I'd let some guy I know nothing about join us just like that.

hinata: Huh? So you're saying I can't then...?

iwami: I see, so the main requirement is that you have to understand who Hinata is then?

mizuki: What?

iwami: Well, that's how it is Hinata. Do something about this yourself from here.

-iwami leaves-

hinata: Ok, I will!

mizuki: What!? Hey, wait, Kouichi! What the hell... I don't get this.

—end

Chapter 2 extra

-starless office-

iwami: Appears you haven't fixed your worker shortage yet.

kei: Iwami... I didn't expect to be hearing that from you.

iwami: Well, I'm mostly just here to say hi. I felt like I should talk to you lot.

yakou: Is this about that person you brought along to be a potential cast candidate...?

sinju: The guy who wants to join B right?

iwami: Oh so you're all already aware then? That saves me the trouble of explaining things. Well, that's how it is, I'll leave him in your hands.

-iwami goes to leave-

kei: Halt. There is still something I want to inquire.

iwami: It's rare for you to ask so nicely when you're usually so rude to me. What is it?

kei: I want to know your true motive.

yakou: Yeah, why did you suddenly bring in a cast candidate...

iwami: You said you were understaffed so I brought someone in, what other reason would I have besides that?

sin: A notion that even the devil could verify.

sinju: It's surprising to hear that a new person just randomly showed up.

iwami: My apologies. But it's not a bad deal is it? He's rearing to go, no matter how you look at it he'll prove useful. He's of working age too of course. He won't cause the store any disadvantages.

sin: And what is it that you desire beyond this?

iwami: For this store to prosper, don't I keep telling you all this? Plus, as always there's been shady fellows hanging around the store’s vicinity... So wouldn't having more people here be beneficial?

kei: As an outsider you have no say in such a decision.

iwami: I'm well aware. I'll be leaving Hinata here, It’s up to you lot to decide what to do with him.

-iwami leaves-

sinju: I wonder if he really is doing this for the sake of the store.

yakou: ...I'm not so sure.

—end

Chapter 2 sideA

-rehearsal room-

mizuki: Alright, let's stop here for today.

ran: Ah~ I'm so tired. Isn't the last part of the performance way too complex?

lico: Aren't you the one who was whining about wanting it to be more flashy? Don't start complaining about it now.

ran: Ya but I didn't realise the difficulty would increase this much.

kongou: But because of that I think our show tomorrow will be even better.

mizuki: Make sure you get some rest. If any of you are shit tomorrow I'll beat your ass. Heath you too, you're banned from any solo practice today.

heath: I know. I'll be going straight home.

-hinata runs in-

hinata: Mizuki, are you done with practice!?

mizuki: You- Why the hell are you here!

hinata: I wanted to talk to you, so here I am! I really want to join B no matter what.

lico: What? Who's this kid?

ran: Someone Mizuki knows?

iwami: Kouichi brought him here...

hinata: I'm Hinata, nice to meet you all! But nevermind that, ohmigosh, Heath is here~! Your show the other day was seriously the best!

heath: ...Thanks.

kongou: I'm not exactly following but, why are you looking to join B...?

hinata: I love hip hop so I became a fan of B. I want to be able to rap like Heath does.

mizuki: That's obviously not gonna happen.

hinata: Aw but why~? Even though I love B so much...

mizuki: We don't need any other MC but Heath.

hinata: So you mean I can be a performer then?

mizuki: I didn't say that.

lico: Nevermind all that, the hell is even going on here? Explain, Mizuki.

mizuki: I don't know either!

hinata: Hey hey, I can perform too y'know. Here, watch!

-hinata dances whilst stumbling-

lico: Dude... He can't perform at all. Why the hell was he acting so confident about it?

ran: (laughs) He really can't huh. Well, his sense of rhythm is sorta there.

kongou: Even so... Mizuki, what are you planning to do about this?

mizuki: I got no fuckin' idea, go and ask Kouichi.

lico: That bastard... He really is the worst.

heath: .......

-heath leaves-

hinata: So, how was that? I threw some moves fitting of B in there right? Uh wait, huh...? What happened to Heath, did he leave already?

ran: Hm? Oh ya he's gone.

kongou: I wonder if something happened.

lico: Who knows, maybe he just had no interest in you.

hinata: Whaat-! But I really wanted to hear what he thought...!

—end

Chapter 2 sideA extra

-locker room-

sinju: Maica, Nekome! Listen to this, something crazy happened yesterday.

nekome: You seem pretty excited, is it something interesting~?

sinju: Iwami-san brought in a new cast candidate that's hoping to join Team B. He's called Hinata.

maica: Huh? What are you talking about? Why would Iwami-san... Is this what he meant?

sinju: Do you know something about it Maica?

maica: No... Well, what kind of person is this Hinata guy then?

sinju: I don't know, I haven't met him yet.

maica: He didn't introduce himself?

sinju: All Iwami-san told us it that he's leaving him here and we can do whatever with him. I think he's already met Team B by now at least.

nekome: Intriguing~

maica: How about you Nekome? Do you know anything about this new guy?

nekome: Hm? I've been too busy with my own matters to know anything else.

maica: That so.

sinju: I suppose it's a good thing, getting a new cast member.

nekome: Even without considering Heath's situation it's still better than nothing. Plus if there's more staff the the burden on those working in the hall will lessen.

sinju: That would definitely be helpful! Lately I've barely been able to make it to my shifts.

maica: True, but on the other hand, what will happen to Akira then?

nekome: Guess we'll have to wait and see~

maica: ...Also, whether he's hired or not may depend on what kind of guy he is.

sinju: Rindou said the same thing when I spoke to him before.

maica: You can't tell how capable someone his just by looking at them.

nekome: Well, that goes without saying.

menou: Yawns... Hey, is what you all just said true?

sinju: Uwah!? You were here too Menou?

menou: We're getting more hall staff then? So does that mean I can keep napping?

sinju: Of course not! Nothing's even been decided yet.

menou: Huuh~? That's too bad then.

—end

Chapter 2 SideB

-second rehearsal room-

kasumi: Hah~ Thank god, I made it just in time.

mokuren: Hmph... One more minute later and I would've sent you flying with a kick.

kasumi: I remember you said that and ran here as fast as I could.

qu: Were you busy with temp management work? As always you guys seem swamped with tasks.

hari: It would be advantageous for us to solve the understaffing issue quickly.

kasumi: Yeah I guess~ We were just discussing that before actually.

mokuren: Did you find someone new to hire? In that case what's the problem.

kasumi: Mm~ The issue is more with who brought in the new person.

zakuro: My my, seems yet another complex problem has arisen.

kasumi: Well y'see, yesterday Iwami-san brought in a cast candidate. It appears he's looking to join Team B, so it became a question of what we should do about this.

hari: If he's accepted would that mean Tam B has two understudies then?

zakuro: Hm... And what would the issue with that be?

hari: There shouldn't be any. I've heard that in the store's early days it was normal to have multiple understudies.

qu: I think the issue would lie with how those involved feel about it. Including Akira of course... What does Mizuki and his team plan to do?

kasumi: Seems they're undecided, which is to be expected. That's why he hasn't been accepted as an official member yet.

mokuren: In that case, we'll take him.

kasumi: What?

mokuren: If a new person is joining then I want him on our team. Even more so if Mizuki's wavering.

kasumi: Um but, we don't even know what he's like or if he's capable.

mokuren: Then we just have to drill him with dance lessons. It’s a perfect opportunity for you to teach them, Hari. You agree with me that having an understudy is necessary, so there shouldn't be a problem.

qu: ...You don't seem to be joking.

mokuren: Of course I'm not. If a member’s poor condition has even the slightest chance of ruining our dance then it's no laughing matter.

qu: That's... I can't refute that.

mokuren: It's decided then. I'll go and invite him.

—end

Chapter 2 SideB extra

-second rehearsal room-

qu: Mokuren, about that conversation earlier. You really are serious about recruiting him then?

mokuren: I already said that, didn't I?

zakuro: My my, the smell of commotion once again. The scent is quite enticing to me however.

hari: It is true that Team C are also in need of an understudy…

mokuren: Not just that either. Being in mixed teams for Christmas and the June Bride show wasn't half bad. Since I was able to experiment with new things.

qu: So because of that you want a new member to join us?

mokuren: If the mood stagnates then our dancing will rot. We can't be confined by staying the same forever. Kasumi, what is the name of this cast candidate?

kasumi: I heard that it was Hinata~

mokuren: Got it.

kasumi: Wait, you don't intend to look for him right now do you?

mokuren: I'm going to go and capture him before it's too late.

-mokuren leaves-

hari: By before it's too late they must mean before Mizuki's able to come to a concrete decision.

qu: How overbearing hm?

kasumi: I agree with the opinion that we need an understudy though~

zakuro: It is said that while some things remain unchanging one must still be open to the new. Even water that is unable to turn into clouds will stagnate overtime and become dead water.

hari: Seems like we're all of the same opinion here then.

qu: Hinata said that he wants to join B though didn't he? Wouldn't it be wrong to forcibly bring him over here.

hari: It would depend on how Team B sees it, but it's true that as things are now it could be considered a robbery.

kasumi: Well, whatever happens happens~

zakuro: Lately, Mokuren seems to be trying to find a new spark in the melodies themselves.

qu: I guess this means C has to evolve as well huh…

—end

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