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greatideas-badwriter · 3 months

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SasuSaku: Sacrificed To The Banished Prince Ch. 9

Sakura did her best to appear unbothered while following her temporary handmaid, a scary woman named Konan, downstairs toward the dining hall for breakfast.

Ino had packed her new dresses for this trip, but they weren’t in the room when the pinkette awoke. She asked Konan about it, but all she said was that the king had selected a wardrobe for her to use during the stay. Just like the dress Sakura hadn’t liked while trying on clothes for the royal family’s tailor, the back was low on every single one. She politely requested a shawl or something to cover her bare skin but was refused. Konan at least heeded her request to leave her hair loose down her back so it wouldn’t be noticeable.

‘This maid didn’t say or do anything to hurt me, but I feel really uncomfortable around her for some reason.’

“Ah, you look beautiful, Niece! I knew a lady of the Haruno family would compliment any dress wonderfully,” the king kissed Sakura’s hand before gesturing for her to sit beside Sasuke at the large dining table.

She felt her face warm. Awkwardly, she crossed the room, sparing her fiance a glance when he rose to pull out the chair for her. He still seemed upset, but not as much as he had during the past week.

Breakfast was served, but the pinkette found it hard to eat when it felt like her every move was being scrutinized. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears as she tried to ignore the discomfort and failed.

The king was overly friendly with her from the moment they met. It wasn’t that she was ungrateful to him for being so welcoming; it was just that she wasn’t used to such behavior. She didn’t know how to react and feared she’d accidentally say or do the wrong thing and insult him. The last thing she wanted to do was misrepresent her family and Sasuke.

‘I don’t belong in a place like this. I’m an illegitimate daughter, of all things! Does the king know? Will he cancel the wedding if he finds out?’

Sakura’s spine straightened as she snapped out of her anxious stupor. A warm hand had landed atop hers on her lap. She looked at Sasuke in surprise, and he squeezed, a reassuring glint ever so subtly warming his gaze. If she hadn’t been searching for it, she would’ve missed it and assumed he was only glaring again.

She nervously returned the squeeze, a grateful smile pulling at the corner of her mouth. Sasuke released her hand when the king suddenly spoke, breaking the silence of the room, “You two must be excited about your engagement party this evening.”

Sasuke nodded with a frown, his voice serious and cold, “Thank you for organizing this for us, Uncle. You have our gratitude.”

Even though she was unstudied in most things pertaining to human interaction due to her lack of experience with the outside world, Sakura could tell Sasuke was tense and cautious in regard to the king and maybe the first prince, too. She mentally noted to follow in his footsteps so as to not cause problems.

“Of course, Nephew! I’ve waited years for your letter confirming a match had been made with one of the marriage candidates I selected,” Madara’s dark eyes flickered onto Sakura, his smile widening when her face turned a pretty shade of pink, “I must say your appearances are as different as day and night but somehow still suit one another. Wouldn’t you agree, Itachi?”

The first prince nodded politely, “Yes. They’re a very handsome couple, Uncle. You’ve outdone yourself.”

After breakfast, Sasuke attempted to get Sakura alone so they could speak about the man with yellow eyes, but the king stopped them before they could exit the dining room. “Sasuke, your brother will take you to prepare for this evening. Leave the princess in my hands. I’ll take good care of her in your absence.”

Sakura’s eyes widened when Sasuke took her hands and regarded her with a frown, “My Lord….”

He glanced at his family members before turning so his back faced them. Her warm face became hot when he uncharacteristically leaned in to press a chaste kiss to her cheek, whispering into her ear while there, “Be cautious. I’ll come to you as soon as I can.” When he pulled back and searched her face, she nodded, awestruck. He gave her hands one last squeeze before following his elder brother out of the room, leaving her with the king.

King Madara offered Sakura his arm, “Shall we take a stroll?”

She bowed before accepting it. It was difficult to keep her body from nervously trembling, so he surely noticed, but he said nothing. The pair walked in silence for a while before they exited the building and entered a massive, intricate, and beautiful garden.

Sakura was suddenly struck with a sense of deja vu. She glanced around, trying desperately to figure out why it felt as though this wasn’t her first time seeing it.

“Would you like to sit and rest for a moment?”

Sakura nodded, allowing the king to guide her to a nearby bench, where they sat side-by-side. Her gaze landed on a row of rose bushes across the walkway, where dark blue flowers bloomed. Her brow furrowed as she continued to fail in jogging her memory.

“Is there something on your mind?”

The woman jumped slightly, having forgotten Konoha’s ruler was at her side. She blushed, glancing his way before nodding and averting her eyes back to the roses, “I feel as though I’ve seen beautiful blue roses like these somewhere before, but I’m having trouble recalling where.”

“....”

When the king didn’t respond, Sakura looked at him again, only to have her blood run cold when he was staring intently at her face, “Your Highness?”

Just like that, his serious expression returned to the friendly one from before, and he tilted his head, “You know, I was just thinking it’s rare to meet someone with naturally pink hair. It suits you quite well.”

She blushed, lowering her gaze bashfully, “You’re too kind.”

“Your siblings all have red hair, if I correctly recall?”

“Yes, that is true.” ‘He seems very interested in my physical appearance. I think it’d be rude to ask the reason why.’

“I see,” King Madara searched her face calmly, “And is this your first time visiting the palace? I know Baron Haruno has attended dozens of banquets and balls.”

Sakura’s pulse quickened. She hesitated because if she confirmed that she’d never been here, he might realize there was a reason why and investigate her upbringing. Above all else, she was terrified he’d annul the engagement with Sasuke upon realizing she was an illegitimate child. So, she lied, “I was a very sick child, so I wasn’t able to accompany Father to many parties while growing up.”

He nodded, “Ah, I understand now. I was concerned my mind was failing because I’d surely not forget a beauty such as yours.” He got to his feet and offered his arm again, “Let us continue our stroll. The maids will soon come for you to prepare for the party this evening.”

They began walking again, but Sakura felt less comfortable than before.

“So, what are your thoughts on my nephew?”

“He is a respectable and generous man, Your Highness. He has treated me well.”

“Pardon me if the topic is unwelcome, but can you explain the nature of your relationship? Seeing The Curse roam free last night without trying to harm anyone was quite a shock.”

‘Ah, so he wants details on what’s happened between the three of us,’ Sakura took her time gathering her thoughts, ‘Sasuke told me to be cautious. He wouldn’t have done that if there was nothing to worry about, so I think I shouldn’t tell the king everything.’

“There isn’t much I can say. Any agreements The Curse and Lord Sasuke have are between them. I feel it’s too personal a matter, so I haven’t asked the prince for more information.”

King Madara didn’t let her completely get away with such a vague response, “You must at least be aware of the condition to rid my nephew of that demon.”

“...Yes. I am aware of my fate.”

“And you’re accepting of things as they are?”

Sakura paused, swallowing nervously before nodding, “Lord Sasuke vowed to try finding alternative ways to break the curse, but if that fails, I’ll not resent him.” She tried to answer in a way that she thought would please Konoha’s ruler, “To die so that a member of the royal family can be healed and thrive would be an honor.”

The king chuckled, sighing afterward, “You are a unique young woman, Niece. I’m grateful it’s you who is his fiance. I’ll leave him in your capable hands.”

Soon, Konan and a handful of other maids retrieved Sakura and took her back to the bedroom upstairs to begin the long and tedious preparations needed to get her ready for the engagement party.

By the time they were finished, Sakura hardly recognized herself in the mirror. The dress, which she had no hand in choosing, clung to her humble curves. It was blood red, made of velvet, floor length, and had off-shoulders with a sweetheart neckline. This would be the most form-fitting outfit the pinkette had ever worn, which only proved to make her more nervous.

Her long hair was in romantic curls with some of it pinned back, only to be accented with a thin tiara. No matter how much she protested, Konan and the other ladies insisted she wore it due to her impending title change from lady to princess. Diamond earrings and a necklace were also provided. Sakura’s makeup was flawless and professional.

A knock came at the bedroom door, causing the panicking woman to gasp and turn in time to see Sasuke open it. His dark eyes subtly widened when they met hers, and she suddenly felt insecure and self-conscious. They met one another halfway, where she whispered unsteadily, her overwhelmed state clear as day to her fiance, “I-I don’t know if I can do this.”

Sasuke looked beyond stunning. He wore a black tuxedo with a bowtie that matched her dress. His usually unruly hair was combed back and out of his face.

He offered his arm with an unfamiliar expression on his face, “If you can tame The Curse, you can face the public.”

She fanned herself to prevent the tears from overflowing as they left the room and began heading for the ballroom downstairs, “What if I say the wrong thing? I don’t want to embarrass you or your family, Lord Sasuke.”

The pair stopped near the guards manning the double-door entryway of the ballroom, and the prince faced her fully. Like earlier in the day, he pulled her hands into his and met her gaze straight on. For a moment, it was quiet, and she stared with wide eyes while trembling nervously.

“I’m relying on you to help break my curse, so rely on me when you’re feeling unsure.”

‘My God, he really is a prince,’ Sakura’s mouth opened slightly as she took in the man’s gentle reassurance and handsome appearance. There was something so noble about his demeanor this evening. ‘Could it be the party and the clothing getting to me? I can’t stop staring at his face.’

Sasuke squeezed her hands and spoke again, this time leaning in slightly to pull her attention from her hectic thoughts, “I’ll take the lead tonight. Simply follow my example.”

Slowly, Sakura nodded. Her heartbeat slowed enough that she could take a deep breath. The prince fixed her with one last look over before gesturing to the guards so they’d open the doors.

“Now, introducing Prince Sasuke and his new fiance, Lady Sakura Haruno.”

Applause met their ears as they stepped into the crowded room. It was so bright and lively that it took a moment for Sakura’s eyes and ears to adjust. Without missing a beat, Sasuke guided her hand into the crook of his arm and stepped forward, guiding her along.

‘I have to keep my shoulders back and make sure not to trip,’ Sakura glanced at the tall man supporting her before blushing and lowering her gaze, ‘For him, I have to do everything perfectly.’

The couple was greeted by dozens of strangers in extravagant clothing, each doing little to hide the fact that they wished to be in the good graces of the royal family to benefit their own.

When they made their way to the head of the room where the king and crowned prince were waiting, Madara lifted a hand to silence and still the area. Then, he spoke loudly enough that all could hear, “As the acting ruler of this land, I hereby offer this couple my blessing,” he gestured to them, “Nephew.”

Sakura faced Sasuke because he suddenly turned her way, pulling away from her hold. She brought a shocked hand to her chest when he knelt down to one knee and offered her a beautiful diamond ring with sapphires accenting the massive gemstone. His dark eyes remained locked on hers the entire time, silently encouraging her not to lose confidence, “I’m declaring my intention to make you a part of my family, Lady Sakura. Will you accept this ring, therefore accepting my offer of marriage?”

‘I had no idea this sort of thing would be happening tonight, especially in front of so many people!’

The image before her was like something out of a fairytale book, one she might’ve read to her youngest sibling before bed years ago. With her hand trembling, she allowed Sasuke to slide the ring onto her fourth finger, “I will.”

Applause filled the air once more, and Sakura’s face warmed significantly as the second prince rose to his feet. He seemed mildly amused by her bashful reaction, the corner of his lips tugging as though he wanted to smirk or smile but was holding back. She looked at the gorgeous ring on her finger before placing a palm on her cheek in an attempt to cool it.

Together, the couple approached the king and bowed. Madara grinned widely, gesturing for them to raise, “Let us spend the night making wonderful memories we can reminisce about for years to come!” He lifted his glass of champagne, “A toast! To the happy couple! May their love last a lifetime!”

A butler quickly arrived to give Sakura and Sasuke glasses of their own, and then the room lifted their glasses in unison, cheers filling the air. Sakura timidly sipped the bitter drink, stealing a glance at the king, who winked happily. This was her first time attending a party of any kind. It was also her first time trying alcohol.

‘I don’t care for this taste, but everyone else is drinking it, so I’ll just have to force it down. It’d be rude to complain when they prepared all of this for us.’

“We have to be the first to dance,” Sasuke muttered where only she could hear.

She swallowed hard, “D-Dance? But we’ve never practiced.”

Sasuke took her drink, handed both his and hers to the butler, and guided her to the center of the ballroom floor. The nearby orchestra began playing a slow waltz. Sakura searched Sasuke’s face with wide, terrified eyes but allowed him to manipulate her body to the necessary position. Her palm rested on his shoulder while he held her other hand in his. Then, as naturally as breathing, they were dancing. Their moves flowed like a calm river.

‘He’s completely taking the lead, just like he said,’ Sakura thought, acutely aware of his body pressed against hers so she could feel how he’d like her to move.

One by one, other couples joined them on the dance floor, and it became easier to breathe since everyone wasn’t simply standing around staring at them. Sakura whispered, her gaze wandering away from her fiance’s face because his beauty was overwhelming to behold unyieldingly for long periods of time without losing one’s composure, “You’re quite good at this, Lord Sasuke. You must’ve taken lessons as a child, correct?”

“Yes,” the man said, “Though it’s been years since I’ve had any practice.”

The pair experienced a brief hiccup in their dance when Sakura misstepped, accidentally stepping on his toe. She blushed, lowering her face, “I’m so sorry. I would’ve studied if I’d known we were expected to dance.”

“No one is expecting you to be perfect,” Sasuke said.

A moment of silence passed before Sakura blurted out something that’d been on her mind for days, “May I ask a question?”

“Of course.” Sasuke twirled his fiance before pulling her back into the previous stance, dark eyes studying her every move.

The pinkette felt warm and antsy but managed to get the words out, “Have I done something to upset you? We were getting along well, I feel, until a few days ago.”

The prince’s neutral expression fell into a frown, “What?”

‘I shouldn’t have said anything. I probably just ruined the night for him.’ She shook her head quickly, “It’s nothing. I’m sorry. Please forget I mentioned it.” ‘He hasn’t harmed me before, but I also haven’t spent much time in his presence. Will he punish me for bringing up something uncomfortable?’

“Sakura….”

Their eyes met, only for the song to come to an end and the room to applaud the band. The same butler from before reappeared to hand the couple new glasses. Then, the pair was busy introducing themselves to anyone and everyone who approached, making their way around the room. Sakura stayed by Sasuke’s side, speaking only when spoken to and quietly sipping her drink.

‘If I do well for the rest of the night, maybe he won’t be as angry.’

An hour passed, and then two, and then Sasuke suddenly gasped, snapping the pinkette out of her daze. She looked up to see his jaw flexing, a flash of red crossing his eyes as he lowered them so the group of people surrounding them wouldn’t notice.

‘He’s changing! I have to get him out of here before someone notices!’ Swallowing her fear, Sakura slid her hand from the crook of his elbow to his hand, where she interlaced their fingers, “Lord Sasuke, can we take a short break? I need a breath of fresh air.”

His eyes widened, black again for the moment before he nodded. They bowed to the few paying attention and excused themselves from the large room. Halfway toward the exit, Sasuke stumbled, a hiss passing his lips as his fingers tightened between hers. Sakura slowed, glancing around at the staring lords and ladies.

She whispered, “If you lean on me, they’ll only think its because of the champagne.”

The prince glared straight ahead but smoothly wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

‘He’s so warm,’ she thought, shyly wrapping her own arm around his waist to help support some of his weight while he suffered the pain of Akuma’s taking over.

Once out of the ballroom and down the hallway a bit, the prince gasped in pain, allowing some of it to show since they were alone, “I should’ve paid closer attention to the time.”

He nearly doubled over, but Sakura stumbled to help him remain upright. Her eyes landed on a nearby door, and she guided him toward it in a hurry, glancing behind them to ensure no one was watching, “Let’s go in here until the shift has passed.”

To her disdain, it was only a small broom closet, but it’d have to do. Sakura helped Sasuke lean against the back wall, holding one of his hands to show support while keeping the other on his waist in the event that he began to fall so she could try to help.

He panted, a thin sheen of sweat appearing on his skin in the darkness. When he spoke, his voice was raspy and weak, “How is it that crowds can intimidate you, yet you’re able to help me with something like this as though it’s natural?”

She shook her head, wincing in empathy when a small sound passed his lips, “I couldn’t just stand by and watch you suffer,” she unconsciously lifted her hand from his waist to push his hair from his face as it’d begun to fall from it’s styled position, “Besides, it’s not your fault you were cursed. You shouldn’t have to go through this alone.”

Sasuke absently leaned into her touch, his eyes half-lidded.

Sakura gasped when his free hand gently met her lower back to pull her against him. A bright blush met her face, “...My Lord?”

The man’s mouth opened, but no words came out. Then, it was as though the breath in his body disappeared. What was once black became a glowing red, and the hold he had around her became firmer. Akuma’s familiar tone met her ears; the prince’s once gentle expression morphing into something confident and devilish, “How pathetic. The prince must rely on the help of something like you to maintain appearances. I could laugh.”

Her blush paled, “Akuma. You’re awake.”

His glowing gaze looked over her, his lips turning up into a grin, “You look…”

‘Oh, no. Please don’t talk about my outfit.’

“You look like you want to be devoured, Sacrifice. Is tonight the night you offer me your innocence?”

“It’s too soon for you to kill me. I’m sure Lord Sasuke doesn’t consider me someone he holds dear,” Sakura, as always, didn’t understand most of what the demon said, “When the time comes, I don’t mind if you’re the one to do it. Please be patient.”

Akuma chuckled, “I have many things to teach, and you have many things to learn.”

He studied the nervous woman’s face for a moment before she couldn’t stand it any longer and tried to pull away, “We should return to the party before people notice and begin looking for us.”

“Not so fast, Pet.”

She froze in her struggle against his hold, “Huh?”

The demon lowered his voice, leaning in to brush the tip of his nose against the petrified woman’s, “You’re forgetting to show respect to your master.”

“My apologies, Akuma,” Sakura began pulling again, to no avail, “I’ll bow to you if you release me.”

The hand holding hers disappeared to swiftly run up her back and get tangled in her curly hair.

She gasped when he tugged so she’d lift her chin. His voice was low as he searched her face, “You pressing your forehead to the floor is no longer sufficient.” Sakura opened her mouth to ask what he wanted, but he cut her off. “Watching that coward miss opportunities left and right today has left me aggravated and unsatisfied.”

The hand on the woman’s back lowered to squeeze her bottom, making her squeak in surprise. “And watching you look at him like he’s God’s greatest gift to Earth is just as irritating.”

“Akuma, what are you-” “Kiss me.”

‘What did he just say?’

“K-Kiss you?!”

He glared, the red in his eyes flaring up with his impatience, “Even an uneducated child knows what a kiss is. Do it, or I’ll go into that ballroom and use this body to ruin the prince’s reputation with those filthy humans.”

Sakura didn’t dare call his bluff, remembering how carelessly he’d murdered Butler Yamamoto. Tears welled up as she searched his face, “Just one, right?”

Akuma grinned affirmatively.

Trembling from head to toe, the pinkette nervously cupped his cheek, eyes searching his carefully as she rose to her tiptoes. He watched her every move until she squeezed her eyes closed and kissed his cheek, a humiliated and scared heat flooding her face, chest, and stomach.

When she pulled away moments later, Akuma’s amused expression was gone. Instead, he seemed bewildered.

Before she could say anything, he whispered, his breath tickling her face since they’d yet to part, “This once, I’ll let that suffice as we’re needed elsewhere, but the next time you’re in my arms like this, I won’t allow you to escape so easily.”

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banisheed · 8 months

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TIMING: Before Jasper lost his face LOCATION: Shimmering Sky Bar PARTIES: Siobhan (@banisheed) & Jasper (@eatdearth) CONTENT: (alcoholism tw) some implications to alcoholism, alcohol consumption is heavily involved SUMMARY: Siobhan invites her best friend* Jasper out for some drinks, which he's never had before. They talk. And then Jasper really talks. *she thought it would be funny to say he was her best friend. The verdict is still out on if it was funny

Siobhan could count the things she knew about Jasper on one hand: he seemed boring, he had great hair and he had, for some reason, accepted her admission that they were best friends. She’d said it to annoy him and yet, he didn’t seem very annoyed at all by the sudden statement. Siobhan didn’t know what that meant. Was he lonely? Did he want to make friends that badly? Or did he truly not care? There was also the possibility that Jasper was playing her for a fool; that while she intended to annoy him, he had planned to annoy her back by not being annoyed. Jasper didn’t strike her as the type to be masterminding an entire scheme from the shadows, but what did she know? She thought it was impossible that anyone could have gone through life without sampling a cocktail, but some people also considered her as someone who drank too much. Maybe her opinion didn’t matter but what did those people know?

The Shimmering Sky Bar was thankfully devoid of any usual bustle, so no one was privy to Siobhan grumbling into her cosmopolitan about imaginary arguments. Of course, except for the bartender who shot her several concerned looks down the bar. She’d asked Jasper to meet her here as she assumed there would be no better place for fancy cocktails but she’d also shown up early just to get a few extra drinks in. When Jasper did show up, she was already a little flushed and very friendly. “Jaspie!” She called out to him like he actually was her best friend. She ran up and gave him a hug like he was one too. “This way.” She gestured to the bar. “I got us the best views of the, uh…” She then gestured out the windows, at the lush greenery around them and the distant landmarks of the range. “You live somewhere around here, don’t you?” She took a seat at the bar, patting the stool beside her. “How are you feeling?”

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Jasper had always thought Doctor Dolan was attractive. But that was about it. Any other thoughts he might have had regarding that matter, he chose to not entertain further. Because professionalism. But the fact was, Jasper was a pretty lonely guy, which meant it was almost second nature for him to think everyone else was attractive, especially if they were new, especially if they hadn’t yet had the displeasure of hearing about the rumors that were plaguing his occasionally forgotten reputation: Dude was awkward “af” that he was basically socially inept and he lived in the mountains alone. He wasn’t exactly someone anyone else would invite to a “rager” or whatever. So when Doctor Dolan invited him out for drinks, calling him her best friend, he was beyond ecstatic. A night out with a gorgeous woman? Best day of his life.

“Doctor— I mean, Shiv!” Jasper feigned, awkwardly at that, an air of being nonchalant. He wanted to seem like he had just arrived, that he was thinking of not even showing up in the first place, even though he had been there a few minutes earlier than the arranged time, pacing in a dark alley while trying to hype himself up for this “date.” It wasn’t, of course, but Jasper was too lonely and socially repressed to know the difference. Case in point: He reacted to the hug a little too late, tried to hug her back but she was already leading her to the bar, so he just pretended nothing ever happened. “You look good,” he fumbled as soon as his lips parted, the words seemingly pushing against each other as they tried to escape his mouth. “I mean, the view looks good… You also look good! You and the view both look good? Professionally speaking, of course.”

“Hmm? Oh, I, uhm, I’m feeling…rather…well,” Jasper feigned a cough as he sat on the offered stool, leaning on his arms on the countertop, a huge goofy grin on his face as he looked around for no real reason than the fact that he hadn’t been there, and if he even had, it was definitely not with a lovely lady. “How about you, Doctor—Shiv?”

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“I always look good,” Siobhan said quickly: an automatic response to being complimented. Of course, she did also preen a little--touched by Jasper’s display of common sense. Yes, yes she was attractive and she was very keen on everyone knowing it. “You look…” Jasper wasn’t unattractive--to say so would be an obvious lie--but she also thought he carried himself like he was worried his mother would scold him for being out too late. “You look hot,” she settled on, patting his shoulder in hopes that she could pass on even a shred of her abundant confidence to him. She smirked. “Professionally speaking, of course.”

Siobhan wondered for a moment, watching Jasper smile, if he was actually several children wearing the suit of a man. It would explain things. What things, exactly, she didn’t know but it certainly felt like things would be explained if Jasper was somehow not who he said he was. Was this another attempt at demoralizing her? Of ruining her game? Not only was he not annoyed that she was overly familiar, he seemed to be thrilled about it. “Well, I’m so happy to be out with my best friend.” She tested the waters, waiting for a flicker of annoyance or disapproval to cross his face. “Bestest bestest friend.” She grinned widely, too widely, and immediately she decided she needed drinks.

She waved the bartender down, “Shirley Temple right? You mentioned it, why not try it?” Siobhan ordered two Dirty Shirleys and prayed they would come with lightning pace. “You know, I was just thinking, you’re my bestest friend and I hardly know a thing about you. Other than the fact you lick rocks, of course.” Again, she waited.

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‘Oh, no, are we gonna fuck?’ was the first thing that came to Jasper’s mind when Siobhan called him ‘hot,’ though he immediately tried to chase that unprofessional thought away with a mental head shake. It was a combination of a lot of things that gave birth to that stupid thought: (1) the fact that no one has ever called him ‘hot,’ not even the girls that he was dating individually; (2) it has been a while since he’s had intercourse or even been intimate with anyone; and (3) he forgot for a moment that the word ‘hot’ could also refer to a high degree of heat or temperature. Like a fever, which this whole exchange was beginning to seem to him. A fever dream, more precisely.

The concern from that now-dissipated thought did not come from not wanting the possibility, too, as even a dunce would realize that Jasper would do it with a pole if it was wearing a skirt…or however that hilarious but hurtful remark from Professor Nancy Go went. No, it was more the fact that he and Siobhan were coworkers, and Jasper thought that being intimate with a coworker never ends well. Case in point: Him and Nancy, who has now taken to his home as her second home despite the fact that they were no longer being intimate. If only he could just tell her off. Then again, he couldn’t even tell his late uncle’s dog off for being such a snooty snoot to him.

“Yes,” Jasper heaved a sigh of relief when Siobhan established the parameters of their ‘relationship,’ though a small part of him was a bit disappointed. “Best friend,” he reiterated the term to drill the same into his often uncooperative brain. Well, the social part of it. Some days Jasper was a hair away from being one of those villainous turds in She-Hulk, a show which he actually loves, by the way. Fortunately for him, today was not one of those days.

“Bestest best friend!” Another mental sigh of relief before Jasper nodded at the drink choice, sheepishly grinning like an apologetic child whose hand was just caught in the cookie jar by his mother, before shaking his head in protest at that last bit. “Well, actually, I don’t lick rocks. My tongue’s reserved for licking something else. Like stamps. Or ice cream. Popsicles? Anyway, what would you like to know? Most of the things about me are on my personnel file or the university faculty website, anyway.” Weird way to say he was boring and uninteresting but it wasn’t the worst way he could have gone about it.

—

“Or licking pu--” Siobhan stopped herself, looking at Jasper. She wasn’t sure how well the joke would land and, anyway, she wasn’t entirely convinced that Jasper wasn’t actually a child. Somehow. “I don’t read things on the internet.” Siobhan waved her hands around. “There’s too many words and not all of them are true.” Mostly, it was that the large majority of words on the internet were written by humans and if Siobhan wanted to puncture her brain with the continued stupidity of humanity, she’d assign essays to her class. She avoided them for a reason. “You’re here now, aren’t you?” She nudged Jasper, smiling brilliantly. “Why don’t I hear it from your cute mouth?” She pinched his cheek. No, that was his real skin. She supposed he was just one of those weird humans; the sort that grew up all wrong.

The drinks arrived too slow for Siobhan’s liking, but their presence was welcome. “In actuality, a Shirely Temple isn’t an alcoholic drink,” she said with a laugh, as though she’d ever willingly order something without alcohol. “Not this one though. Cheers, love.” She didn’t wait to clink her glass against his, taking the first full and quick sip. Ginger Ale and Grenadine was a sweet mix, the presence of vodka was hardly noticeable under all the sugar. The cherry was a welcome addition. She hummed, her cold skin slowly warming. Quickly, she ordered two Bloody Mary’s: the other drink Jasper had mentioned. “What do you think, Jaspie?” She took another long sip. The more she drank, the less she would question why she was doing this.

Against her best efforts, it really did seem like Jasper wanted to be here and would have fun. None of that was Siobhan’s intention.

—

If Jasper had a drink sloshing in his mouth hole, he would have spat it all out when he realized what Siobhan was about to say before she cut herself off. It took him a second, sure, but he realized it as soon as he could. Eyes wide in horror, he couldn’t help but stare at Siobhan because of that, his cheeks flushing red, before turning away and feigning a cough to save himself from more unprofessional thoughts. “That’s fair,” Jasper swallowed air.

Even before Siobhan pinched his cheek, he was already feeling uncomfortable…but in a good way, if that was even a thing, which it probably isn’t, which just means that Jasper did indeed grow up wrong. Hard to grow up right when he was raised by the same uncle that slaughtered the rest of his family without Jasper’s knowing because said uncle feared their magic bloodline was the cause for all the weird shit in town, which of course wasn’t. But, hey! She called his mouth cute. That’s something, right? “I mean, I don’t lick rocks, so that’s one thing. I have a dog? Val, short for Valentine, but technically, she was my late uncle’s, so I guess I just inherited her…among other things. You do already know I live by myself, with my dog, in the mountains, I think?”

“Oh, it isn’t?” Jasper was genuinely flummoxed, a word he was reacquainted with just the past week and has not taken a liking to, which means he will most likely use that same word a lot in his next few classes. “I’ve always thought it was.” Jasper watched her take her drink, his eyes subconsciously fixated on his lips as he swallowed air, feeling his own throat dry up, constrict on its own volition. “I think that’s hot,” he blurted out before catching himself, immediately taking a sip of his own drink to conceal his stupidity to little avail. “I mean, uhm, it’s delicious… You’re delicious… This drink is delicious!” And it was, which surprised him. It wasn’t like he didn’t think he’d like the drink. It was more like he didn’t think it would be that good. “Oh, this really is delicious! Shirley, you’ve surely created magic here! I think I’m in love!”

—

Siobhan tried to listen to Jasper, but he was doing that thing humans often did where they were unbearably boring and her alcohol was doing the thing where it wasn’t working fast enough. She stared down at her drink, noticing it was empty. When had that happened? Siobhan looked back up at Jasper, smiling tightly. “Surely you must have some hobbies,” she said. “There has to be more to my bestest friend ever than his dog and his house and the fact that he’s lonely—sorry, lives alone. Slip of the tongue.” She stuck her out, laughing as though she really cared about the error. She sloshed the ice around her glass. This was why she stabbed people, stabbing people always made them interesting. Unfortunately, she didn’t think it was wise to attack a colleague in a public space.

The Bloody Marys came down quick and Siobhan took hers before Jasper had even sipped his Dirty Shirley. “Hot? No, these are cold drinks. Do you want something hot, Jaspie?” She could probably order one, even if nothing came to mind right away. The more drinks she got the better, she needed Jasper to become interesting as soon as possible. The knife she kept strapped to her thigh burned against her flesh, begging for use. All she needed to do was reach through the slit of her dress and… “In love so soon? You should get higher standards.” She chuckled, the desire to stab him subsiding temporarily as she found the outburst adorable, in that way a dog chasing someone around for a treat was. Her preoccupation with violence had left her unaware of Jasper's slip-ups and staring. “This one is vodka and tomato juice and a variety of other things I can’t be arsed to remember. Cheers!” Again, she didn’t wait for him before taking a sip. “It’s more of a savoury one,” Siobhan explained. “I’m not sure if you’ll be so in love with this one.”

—

“I have a massive pe—” Jasper cut himself off, realizing his little joke might land him in hot water if he continued. Siobhan seemed like she could take the joke. Pun intended. If that was even a pun. But would Jasper risk his only source of joy, his only semblance of life, his only…hobby, for a few seconds of a chuckle? He’d rather not. “—atience. I am very patient. Not a hobby, but that’s something more to me, I think.” Weird, flimsy train of thought, but that was all he had before he took another sip of his drink. “Don’t be,” he shrugged off what most people would consider an insult. Or at least take offense to. It wasn’t wrong, anyway. He was lonely, and it wasn’t just because he lived alone. He was very lonely. “You have a pretty tongue, I mean you weren’t wrong.”

Another feigned cough to hide his slow descent into drunkenness. It was just one drink, barely even down to two-thirds, but Jasper was already feeling the alcohol. “It already feels hot,” he omitted the realization that the sensation was all within him. If it was even real. Could just be him. His mind playing tricks on him. The placebo effect. Because he thought the drink could make him drunk, he started feeling drunk. That sort of thing. “A lonely man can’t afford standards, Shibby,” he heaved a sigh, shaking his head, forcing his eyes into each socket before opening them as wide as he could, all while his head was down toward the table. “You had me at vodka!” He chuckled and downed as much as he could of the new drink, barely surviving the result. “You do this often? Drink these things?”

—

Siobhan thought she heard a joke, carried through the mumble of the bar around them. She stared at Jasper, wondering if he had the strength to finish it. No. Pity. Jasper as he stood now, or sat in actuality, was quickly gaining in mundanity. It wasn’t his fault he was boring, Siobhan thought the vast majority of humans were. He wasn’t saying anything riveting. She wanted the ‘hot goss’ as the humans said; the details so juicy Jasper hardly admitted them to himself. She couldn’t expect him to just talk, he needed to be lubed up—metaphorically. “I do have a pretty tongue,” she smiled at him. “Would you like to see something else that’s pretty?” Siobhan tugged on her gloves, setting them aside. With a shrug, her leather jacket fell away, hanging on the back of the stool. She maintained her glamour well, despite the alcohol; it was imperative that Jasper not see her scars and, as she was finding his lack of scandalous information boring, the concentration gave her something to do. Her dress, low-cut, was sleeveless and she pointed to her now bare arms. “Here are the ulna and the radius.” Siobhan traced each bone, showing Jasper where they sat under her skin. “And here’s the radial artery, where you can take my pulse.” She paused. “Do you want to?” As a banshee, there wasn’t much of a pulse to take, but she hoped his drunken stumbling around her arm to figure out why he wasn’t feeling a regular pulse would disarm him enough to be interesting.

Siobhan smiled, watching a tipsy flush reach Jasper’s face. She was feeling more inclined to be friendly, a little bold, but the more she drank, the more she thought she started to feel like herself. Sharp white canine teeth glistened when she smiled. “I do. You could call it an Irish tradition, but don’t say that to anyone that’s Irish. Except me, of course. You can tell me anything.” Siobhan’s grin expanded, pulling up into her cheeks. “Don’t you want to tell your best friend some very personal information? Something that will bring us closer? Don’t you want that, Jaspie?” And please, for the love of Death, she prayed it wouldn’t be another remark about his dog or his virtue of patience.

—

“Yes, and yes,” Jasper responded with zero hesitation and a passionate nodding of his head. He still took his time, however, despite his one-sided battle with alcohol. In his head, he was getting way too drunk, though he didn’t care: He was with a lovely woman. What better reason to be drunk? In reality, however, barely a single drink should make him drunk. If not for his subconscious willingness to hasten the process for the possibility of more intimate rewards, he would be more sober than a priest in the middle of his own mass in the Vatican with all the other priests watching him keenly. Siobhan’s offer was why Jasper was glad he wasn’t actually a priest.

As soon as he could, he immediately went to work, though he hesitated actually touching her. It could be a trap, meant to seduce him, and when his guard was lowered, while he was caught in such a scandalous position, she could scream and call him names and get him fired from his job, ruining his life forever. But a stolen glimpse at Siobhan’s alluring eyes made Jasper think she would do no such thing, so he smiled, ever the fool, happy to be one, glad to be tied around her pinky finger, and savored every contact he could make with her skin, her bone, her…pulse. Man, am I so drunk, I can’t even feel a pulse? “That’s weird,” he hiccuped. “I can’t find your pulse.” Maybe it’s in her left breast—icle, clavicle. Fuck! Even ‘drunk’, he wasn’t that rude. Or evil.

“You’re Irish?” Jasper absentmindedly blurted as he continued trying to find her pulse, as if he just needed more time to find it. Typical guy thing—if you know, you know. What Jasper should have known was the answer to his question. Her name was a dead giveaway. It was the only Irish name he knew how to spell. He made a note of that in his head after meeting a lovely Irish girl in the UK while at a seminar, the geology professor too scared to make the jump despite the many pushes she had given him, some even outright, including an invitation to her room on the final night they would ever see each other again. “What do you mean?” He asked, a lingering concern in his voice, as if he was about to get attacked by a hidden monster. Or reminded of a haunting regret in his love life. “Like my bank details? You’d be disappointed, but also you’d have to buy me dinner first. Jasper H. Langston is not an easy lay!” Nor is he a good one, his sober brain added, much to his faux drunkenness’ dismay.

—

“I have an accen—You know what, it’s probably just hard to tell where I’m from.” Siobhan forced herself to smile, watching Jasper fumble around her arm. She maintained concentration, picturing how her skin once was and how her wings once fluttered. Her hand snapped over Jasper’s, anchoring him to her cold skin. She grinned sharply, with all the excitement of a cat capturing a mouse. “Not your bank details…” Although the offer was tempting; how many cups of yogurt could she buy under his name? It wasn’t entirely necessary, as much fun as it would be, Siobhan had more than enough money between her salary, credit cards, and the men whose bank details she did steal. Siobhan leaned into him. “Something secretive, Jaspie. Something you’ve never told anyone.” There were probably more tactful ways to go about stealing secrets, but Siobhan didn’t particularly care. She thought Jasper was drunk anyway, never mind the reality that she’d had much, much more than him and was certainly feeling it. “Something you’re afraid to say; don’t worry; would I ever tell anyone?” She would probably tell someone. “It can be our secret.” It wouldn’t be. “Who would I tell, anyway?” This part was true, and did reveal that even though Siobhan had no respect for the secrets of humans, she didn’t have any friends (except Metzli) and thus, had no one to share the hot goss of Jasper’s life with.

Siobhan reached for her drink, downing the last of her Bloody Mary. “I just think…we’re such good friends aren’t we? I let you find my pulse—that’s my heart—and what are you giving me? You told me about your dog! I don’t want to know about your dog.” Siobhan leaned in again, displaying every drop of alcohol on her breath—which was otherwise minty fresh (she enjoyed a good mint). “Come on, Jaspie.”

—

“I mean, yeah, I just thought you were from Boston or something,” Jasper shrugged, before he was caught by surprise when Siobhan unexpectedly grabbed his hand. His eyes, wide in shock, warily searched for hers, and when they met, the geology professor could only gulp. She had pretty eyes, that was the first thing that came to his mind, before her words slowly made their mark in his brain.

“I…have never slept with someone who wasn’t in a relationship with me,” the words started to spill from his mouth, like an unsuspecting leak on a pipe in someone’s basement. She wanted secrets, right? Something he’d never told anyone. Well, Jasper had a lot of them, and all of them he’d never told anyone. Or at least that’s what he believed in his supposedly drunken state. Truth was, Jasper’s lips loosen every time he was out of his mind, even when he only believed so.

“I’ve been trying to learn magic but I suck at it… I lost my childhood friend in the mines and have been trying to find her still, even though she’s probably already found her way out and moved on with her life or dead and eaten by whatever’s down there, if there’s even things down there… I love pineapples on my pizza and hot sauce on my ice cream… I do think some of my students are hot, but I would never… I also think you’re hot and you’re so close to me right now and you smell so good and feel so good…” Throughout his word vomit, or is it words vomit?, Jasper found himself unable to look away from Siobhan, as if enthralled. While the jury might still be debating on whether Jasper H. Langston was in fact an easy lay, there was no doubt right now that he was definitely an easy prey.

—

For the moment, Siobhan could ignore that Jasper thought she was from Boston (she actually liked Boston, she’d had great clam chowder there and at least seven murders she was proud of). She could ignore that Jasper had never slept with anyone he wasn’t in a relationship with, which was a very boring slice of information but as soon as he said that, she could tell they were finally getting somewhere. And then he went on. Magic, mines, pineapples, hot sauce, students—that last one made Siobhan’s nose wrinkle which was quickly appeased by being told she was hot. Of course, it meant less when it came after a sentence where he admitted some students were hot, but Siobhan was always hungry for compliments.

Siobhan snapped her hand away and slipped her jacket back on. “So, you’re a…witch then, are you?” She went to take a sip of her drink, then realized there was nothing in there, then got sad. She set it back down with a disappointed clink. “A very shite witch?” Was this an interesting fact or just the only one that provided any use to her? “D’you get yourself a teacher?” She slurred a little, leaning back into her stool. She played around with the other details in her head, trying to figure out how to file them away. “Your friend went into the mines…” she repeated. “…and you don’t know if she’s dead or alive?” As a banshee, she was uniquely capable of figuring out if someone had died but the process wasn't as easy as thinking really hard about it. She’d have to travel the mines, sorting through all the visions of death that lingered there until she found one that matched his friend; the process was tedious and with a place as large as the network of underground tunnels, it wasn’t likely she’d ever find the spot. And, more importantly, it would involve wanting to help Jasper; that was the larger hurdle to jump.

“Can’t you magic a location spell?” Siobhan waved her hand around in the air. “Sprinkle sage in one of her old shoes and go ‘where is she’ and let the tea leaves show you or whatever it is you witches do these days. Back in my day, it was a lot of herbal nonsense and chalk-drawn sigils. These days maybe you witches have got an app for this.” She tapped her finger against the bar counter. “Oh, sorry.” She patted Jasper’s arm. “I’m not going to sleep with you—you’re not my type, too pathetic—but valiant effort with the compliments, Jaspie.” Now that she has squeezed what she wanted out of Jasper, she only lingered to see if he’d offer anything else up. With her hands gripping the counter, she was ready to leave as soon as he mentioned his dog again.

—

A witch? Jasper did a double take. Visually. With his head and neck and shoulders and upper body. Moving a bit away from Siobhan, as if he was disgusted at the thought of being called a witch. “I wouldn’t call myself a witch…” The immediate image in his head was that of a hag, and having forgotten in that moment in time how hot Marvel’s Wanda Maximoff was, he recoiled at the idea of himself being a hag. Maybe if he had better mentors, a magical one, he’d realize that hags are very, very sexy these days. Like Anne Hathaway in that movie he never actually saw. “Shit....e, yes, but not…”

“...no, no teacher unfortunately…” He heaved a very audible sigh before remembering he did get those ‘lessons’ from that weird guy. “I mean, not an actual teacher, but there was this guy who showed me the basics…” What was his name again? Johnny? Johnny Jones? Not Johnny Cage, that one’s a much cooler guy. And also white…r? Anyway, Jasper just had to squint at Siobhan when she mentioned his friend but then remembered, regretfully so, that he had shared that information just seconds ago after a moment of weakness. “Yes,” he swallowed air, feeling his throat suddenly deprived of moisture. “But that was a long time ago. We were kids… I’m still holding hope she’s down there somewhere, still alive… Weirder things have happened.” Like a very attractive woman taking to him as her best friend.

“I…don’t know a single location spell,” Jasper grew red in embarrassment. He’s already admitted he was a shit spellcaster but actually displaying how much of a shit spellcaster he was was, well, a bit worse. “I can only do, like, rock spells. Levitating rocks… Throwing stones without touching said stones…” What was even the point of him being a spellcaster, he realized that then and there. “Oh, I mean, I didn’t,” he started to laugh awkwardly, trying to salvage what remained of his broken heart and equally broken ego by brushing that very patheticness aside. “...I was just saying you are very, very beautiful, but I would never…sleep with a colleague.” Jasper took a sip of his drink but almost stabbed his upper lip, the rim of the glass clanging against his teeth. “I mean, I already did and that didn’t work out, so…Plus, I’m already taking care of my uncle’s dog, so no room for more, hehehe…” Looks like it’s back to his right hand tonight. And the rest of his nights.

—

“Rock spells? Like The Rolling Stones spell.” Siobhan paused, waiting for laughter. Thankfully her delusional mind came with its own laugh track. Would she have use for a rock witch? She thought about it. Maybe he could help her landscape? Maybe she could get him to throw rocks at people for her amusement? She tapped her chin, imagining the multitude of ways to indenture Jasper into her service. In the end, she decided he wasn’t very useful. What kind of witch was a rock witch anyway? As much as she made fun of them, maybe she did miss the witches that made the weird herbal potions, at least they were fun. And all of them had bathtub booze of their own, which never tasted like anything Siobhan had had before or would have ever again. And then, it happened. Siobhan looked at him, blinking, hoping it had been some cruel joke. No, it happened. He did it.

He talked about his dog.

Siobhan pushed up out of her seat, nearly knocking the stool over. She took a wad of crumbled bills out of her pocket and slapped them down, hoping it was enough to pay for them both but knowing it probably wasn’t. “I have to go,” she announced, straightening herself up. “If I hear you talk about one more horribly mundane topic again, I’m going to explode. Do you think I asked you here to talk about your dog? Does anyone want to talk about your dog?” She laid her hand on his shoulder. “Jasper. Jaspie.” She pinched his cheek softly. “You’re so cute. You’re my best friend, because I said so, so we’re making it so. I think if you talked less you’d have more, as the humans say, bitches. As a woman who grew up around women, I think I should reject the term. As a drunk, I will not. Get bitches, eat money, lick rocks, whatever it is they say. But please, for the love of Death, don’t talk about your uncle’s dog.” She leaned into him, pressing a swift kiss to his forehead before she dashed away, running as fast as she could in her high heels just in case he decided to mention the dog again.

She wouldn’t be able to handle another second of Jasper.

#jasper made me laugh so hard #every line of his is golden #im still screaming about it #c: jasper #writing #s1 #shirley temple #alcoholism tw

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merlin-wolfgang-trades-hale · 2 years

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“Did you forget time zones are a thing?” Danny asked, his voice coated in sleep as he answered who he assumed was Steve.

It wasn’t, it was Catherine using Steve’s phone. “I need you to talk to Steve.”

More awake and alert by her tone of voice, Danny sat up properly in bed and demanded, “What happened?”

“I don’t know. One minute he’s fine, the next he...he’s having a panic attack!”

“What?”

“He’s calmed down but...I just need you to talk to him. Can you video call? I think that would help a lot.”

“Yeah...yeah....where are you?” Danny demanded as he stormed out of bed for his laptop. Ignoring any and all pain, stumbling as he forewent his cane. Catherine knows him well enough to tell him the location and which airport was closest to their location.

“Steve? Danny’s on the phone...” the line clicks off for a moment before he’s asked to answer a video call and he quickly accepts. There’s shuffling of the camera that adds to the nausea he’s feeling from his anxiety.

“Danny?” Steve asks, and Danny could hear the desperation in his voice.

“Hey Steve...can you hear me?”

“Yeah...”

“Can you see me?”

Steve doesn’t answer, just nods. Danny can see him try to speak...but he was struggling. The frustration was clear behind his eyes before he shut them angrily.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m here. You listen while I talk okay?” Danny said gently. He wanted to make sure Steve felt grounded and pulled out of whatever nightmare that panic attack evoked. He talked until Steve was calmer and could formulate his words before starting a conversation that helped Steve focus on the physical around him while understanding that even through the phone, Danny was still there.

“I’m sorry...”

“Don’t be. It’s what I’m here for...you feeling better?”

Steve nodded before inhaling deeply through his nose. “I...I miss you.”

“I’ll see you soon.” Danny promised.

“Not soon enough.”

“You’re strong enough to hold out until I do.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

He arrives where Steve’s staying and takes a moment to sort himself out before he knocks. Even though Catherine asked for details to pick him up, Danny knew that Steve needed to be taken care of. Worrying about Danny instead of himself wasn’t the route he wanted to use. Though he was healing, long travels like this were exhausting!

Once he thinks he looks presentable enough and had enough strength to stand without collapsing, he knocks.

It’s Catherine who opens the door, after a brief surprised look she lets him in and guides him to Steve’s room. He does pass another which looks like hers, and if he weren’t too concerned about Steve he would have put more thought into that.

He knocks lightly on the ajar door before pushing it wider. There was no reply so Danny steps inside and sees Steve sitting on the edge of the bed. He’s seen Steve like this...a few times. Lost and all of the cracks showing through.

Approaching him, Danny stands in front of him until Steve reacts and looks up. As much as he’s dreamed for their reunion, this wasn’t one of those scenarios. Steve embraced him, tightly, and buried his face in Danny’s chest.

Still in pain, exhausted from travel, and relieved to be reunited with Steve ended with Danny awkwardly being pulled onto Steve’s lap. Letting go of his cane and ignoring the thump it made as it fell to the ground, Danny wraps his arms around Steve and holds him.

“You’re really here, right?” Steve mumbled against his chest.

“Of course I am. Where else would I be?”

In response Steve held on a bit tighter , Danny tried not to groan in pain.

After a while, Danny had to ask, “What happened?”

“...Kate Bush.”

“What?” Danny pulled back with a confused look. “The singer?”

“Her song...Running up that Hill played on the radio...”

“It’s found a resurgence after the latest season of Stranger Things.”

“Yeah well...I...I was cleaning up after a meal. The song came on...and then I was back in that church.” Steve mumbled, grip on Danny readjusting and holding on firmly.

“What church?”

“Chapel. Whatever. In the hospital. When I wasn’t sure if I...if I’d lose...you. Begging God...begging Him not to...that if He wanted someone He could...me, not you.” Steve stumbled through his words before pressing his head against Danny’s heart.

“Oh, Steve...” Holding on to Steve again, Danny was more instincts than logic at this moment. In trying to sooth Steve’s worries and anxiety, he pressed a loving kiss on top of his head.

That made Steve pull back and look up at Danny. He pressed his forehead against Danny’s for a moment, eyes closed, and let the moment really sync in. Following instincts of his own, he tilted his head a bit and pressed his lips against Danny’s.

Danny pulled back for a moment and tried to think about what was the right move. Circumstances of this were...difficult. But the look of panic in Steve’s eyes as he thought he fucked up made the choice for him. He pulled Steve in for a kiss before he could utter a word. Steve relaxed before trying to deepen the kiss, but Danny stopped him.

“Wha-?”

“I want this, Steve. More than you could ever know but...a kiss is all for now.”

“But...I don’t...you said you want it too...”

“I do! Because I love you. Because I’ve missed you. Because you make everything okay...so that’s why a kiss is all for now. I won’t take advantage. Whatever happens...we’ll both be in a good place. But no matter what...I’m here now. And I’m not going anywhere.”

“You and me...”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

So...while in my Steve mindset, Running Up that Hill came on and I couldn’t help but think how this song would fuck Steve up.

#McDanno #Steve McGarrett #Danny Williams #angst #whump scenario #panic attack #fanfic #ficlet #Hawaii 5-0

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sleepisforcowards · 1 year

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Chapter 2

(Not properly proof-read so read at your on risk!!)

The sky was erupted in auburn colours of the evening when a young girl stepped out of the shop with a multitude of books in hand, which she was trying to shove into the leather satchel-bag she had on her shoulder. She had primly smooth brunette locks which curled just past her shoulders, and equally brown eyes which where squinted in a mix of concentration and frustration at the bag.

Her efforts where in vain however when she blindly bumped right into a hard surface and the bundle of books in hand as well as her bag went tumbling onto the concrete.

She heard a voice curse behind her as she scurried down to grab the books in fear they where damaged, her sister would murder her if she found out her precious novels where ruined. A body, she assumed was the voice she had heard seconds prior, crouched down next to her and grabbed two of the books from the floor.

They both stood at the same time and she was greeted with a tall boy, about her age with a mop of blonde hair and an apologetic grin on his face as he held the books out to her, “sorry girly, shoulda been watching where I was going.”

The girl shook her head quickly, “no no, it was my fault I-” her sentence fell flat as she looked into the boys kind eyes and she suddenly felt a wave of embarrassment fall over her, for reasons unknown even to herself though it wasn’t a foreign feeling for the rather anxiety ridden girl.

As if sensing her uneasiness, the boy gave her another boyish grin. “The names Mikey, by the way!” he blinked at her then looked around, “you alone?”

“Yeah..I was just heading home.”

She watched as his brows furrowed, “it’s a bit late for a young lass to be walking around by herself ain’t it?” he continued at her silence, “You need any company walking home? promise I’m not some creep.”

“No it’s fine, really..I already knocked into you, I wouldn’t want to waste anymore of your time!”

“It’s no bother really, I know I’d want someone looking out for my sista when she’s wondering around- unless I’m being weird and freaking you out? I’ll go if u want-” he pointed his thumb behind him, awkwardly pivoting on his feet.

“No! no..you’re not being weird, I’d appreciate you walking me home actually..if you’re sure it ain’t a bother.”

“No bother here,” his boyish smirk was back, “what kinda gent would I be otherwise?”

A small smile crept onto the girls face at the boys words as she led the way.

The boy- Mikey as he had stated was his name only moments before , broke the short silence.. “so i never caught your name?” she held back yet another smile and turned to him, answering his indirect question with a raised eyebrow.

“I didn’t throw it.” she’d heard her older sister, Dorothy use that come back whenever unwanted flirts headed her way and Dorothy always sounded so confident when she said it however when the young girl said it she thought she sounded anything but.

The boy seemed confused at her statement and staring blankly at her for a moment, as if processing what she said. After a few seconds he let out a laugh which had the girls ears turning red at the noise.

“Touché.. any chance you will throw it then?”

She shrugged, feigning confliction .. “maybe at some point..”

Mikey had raised an eyebrow in her direction once again, “oh yeah?” A smile played at both their lips.

“Yup.” she popped, a relaxed smile on her face as she found herself letting her guard down.

She let out a gasp as she felt a droplet of rain fall onto her and run down her nose. She looked up at the sky and saw Mikey do the same in her peripheral. The water quickly began falling quicker and quicker and the pair looked at each other. Mikey was quick to react, and shrugged his jacket off, putting it over the two as a makeshift umbrella.

“You might want to quicken the pace girly” she felt her cheeks flare despite the rain, at the feeling of his face, maybe an inch away from hers. She ignored the feeling and just nodded, grabbing the boys arm and they took off down the street.

When they had finally made it to her house, the rain soaked through her clothing despite the boys jacket and left an uncomfortable feeling as it rubbed against her skin as she shivered from the harsh wind.

“You could come in if you’d like? It’s the least I could do.” They stood before the steps up to her home.

“Nah it’s fine, me ma’s expecting me home anyways..don’t want her worrying.” He smiled at her despite the droplets running down his face from his dampened curls.

“If you’re sure..” she thought for a moment, not content on leaving the freezing boy to walk home alone, however far that was, “wait! wait here a second, I’ll be right back!!” Her eyes lit up as an idea popped into her head and she rushed up the steps of the house and quickly opened the large door.

The inside of the house was rather homely, a woollen rug at the front of the door and a variety of family photos hung on the walls, picturing the girl along with 2 other slightly older girls and one younger as well as her parents.

The warmth hit her as soon as she entered, causing a burning sensation in her fingertips and nose. She paid no notice however, instead rushing to the busy coat hanger where a greyish umbrella was sat and caught the girls attention.

She quickly grasped it in her hand and rushed back outside to the boy, who’s head shot up upon seeing seeing the girl bound up to him and the splashing off her shoes as she did so.

“Here.” She stated out of breath, shoving the umbrella in his arms, “thank you for walking me home..”

“Hey are you sure? I mean it’s yours?” He looked from the item in his hand to the girl, an uneasy look in eyes.

“It’s the least I could do!” She grinned, quoting the boy. He smirked at this and shook his head.

“Fine.. but I’m gonna give it back okay? I ain’t stealing some random girls umbrella.”

“Okay…well you know which house it is.” She gave him one last smile before turning back into the warmth of the house.

She watched him walk down the street, from the window adjacent to the door..not in a stalker way, she swears.

“Who’s that then?”

She whipped around at the voice, glaring at her sister. “No one.”

“Uh huh?.. sureee,” she could tell her sister was just trying to get under her skin..and it was working.

“Shut up Darlene! Don’t you have better things to do then spy on me?”

The girls both turned at the sound of their mother, “don’t argue girls. Besides suppers ready.” the older women stood at the door way, a stern look on her face.

“Yes mother.” They said simultaneously before walking single-file past there mother and into the kitchen.

“For goodness sake Daisy, have some common sense!” She snapped at her daughter, blocking her from entering the kitchen.

The girl looked up at her mother questionably, which only seemed to annoy her further, “you’re dripping water onto my floor young lady! Go freshen up before you join us at the table!”

She nodded, having forgot about her clothes, which where soaked through and weighed her down with water.

April 5th 1937,

The sky was over-cast as Mikey stepped out his house, the umbrella in his grasp. The rain from the night before had created puddles and left the concrete damp and wet, evident in the echoed slaps of his shoes against it.

He was making a detour to return the umbrella before school, though he was pretty sure he’d be late regardless.

As Mikey walked down the street, his mind drifted back to the girl he’d bumped into.

“see ya Mikey!” Tommy had called, walking down the opposite way to Mikey with Joe Crilton. The two had decided to go check out a new shop opening near the park while Mikey has opted to start walking home.

“see ya Tommy, Bye Harry!” Mikey returned, earning a wave from Joe.

He turned back around once the pair had disappeared down the street, almost immediately walking straight into something, or rather someone.

He cursed under his breath and quickly bent down to help the girl. He grabbed two of the books that where sprawled on the floor. He inwardly winced upon seeing the condition of one of them, splattered in dirt from the floor and making a quick decision, he closed it and hoped she wouldn’t notice the damage.

He held out it to the girl, now being able to properly see who he’d collided with. She was about the same age as him, with brunette hair and freckles, though she was noticeably shorter than Mikey.

He smiled his best ‘im so sorry please don’t murder me random stranger’ grin.

Lost in thought, he didn’t notice he had arrived until he looked up and saw the familiar house.

As he stepped up onto the porch, he felt a nagging feeling in his chest. Before he could change his mind, he rung the posh-looking doorbell.

It was silent for a moment, before shuffling could be heard on the other side of the door. Suddenly, the door swung open revealing a teenage girl with an annoyed expression on her face, “I thought I told you not-” she cut herself off when she looked at him, “sorry..I was expecting someone else..”

Mikey only smiled awkwardly, “it’s fine..um I wanted to give this back.”

She raised an eyebrow at the umbrella he had held out towards her, “how’d you even get that?”

“A girl gave it me.” realising that he may have sounded strange he elaborated, “your sister I’m gonna assume?”

“Daisy?” he nodded though unsure, “wha for?”

“I walked her home the other day, she gave it me so I didn’t get soaked.”

she just nodded her head and took the umbrella from him, “I’ll tell her you stopped by, kay?”

“thanks..” he shoved his hands in his pockets as she shut the door, walking back down the porch.

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thesoftestofpetals · 5 months

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Got anything for fake dating? :>

Ohoho, do I have a surprise for you, dear Anon.

I do indeed have a fake dating story for you! Sort of- Both because it’s one of my favorite tropes and because I got bored at some point and decided to use that for something.

Sorry for how long this took to reply to- Couldn’t find the original so I had to retype it from memory.

I am mildly suspicious of this ask though /lh

Okay, so some context here because this is very much not a finished thing and is extremely self-indulgent fluff. Emilia narrates, while Athena is the other MC. Athena uses she/her, while Emilia uses she/they.

This.. actually isn’t the full thing though, because I got slightly embarrassed and cut out the overly fluffy parts and a good chunk of the dinner drama. Sorry!!

Emilia also uses some Italian words occasionally and, while the meanings can possibly be inferred, I figured I’d put translations here too:

Grazie - Thank you

Amorina - Little love

Mia Stella / Stellina - My star / little star

Nonna / Nonno - Grandma / Grandpa

Ching Ching - Basically just “Cheers!”

Seduta - Sit

Gelateria - Ice cream shop

“Okay, first thing…” I said, sitting on my bed and flipping through my hastily written notes, “Names. Do you remember who is who?”

“Emilio is your twin brother, Carla is your aunt, Alessandra is Carla’s wife, Andrea is your cousin, Antonio is your other cousin, and their father is Mario, Carla’s brother and your uncle.” Athena walked by, brushing her hair maybe a bit too roughly as she went to pick out a dress. “Those are the memorable ones, at least.”

“The memorable ones?” I laughed, imagining how the rest of the family might react to that. “Don’t tell Nonna and Nonno that.”

She smiled, if a bit mischievously, “I wouldn’t dare do such a thing, Emmy. You wound me.”

I rolled my eyes, “Keep telling yourself that, stellina.”

She froze, her fingers grazing the shoulder strap of a gold dress.

“Hey… I know we’ve talked about it before, but are you really okay with this?” I asked, beginning to worry now, “You don’t have to go along with this if you aren’t comfortable. I know you don’t— I know you don’t feel some of the things I do, so if this is too much it’s okay if we call it. I don’t mind dealing with them on my own, I’m used to it, and I’d rather make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m okay,” she said quietly, “I just— I don’t think you’ve called me stellina without your family around before. I wasn’t expecting it is all. I’m okay with this, honestly I find it rather… amusing, I suppose? I like having fun with it and seeing how people react and it’s all very exciting, but I worry that it’ll hurt you in the end.”

I got up as she took down the dress from the closet and went over to her, “You won’t hurt me. I came into this knowing that there was a possibility of… feelings… and I chose to do it anyways. I can deal with heartbreak, Athena. What I can’t deal with is ruining this friendship. So, if you ever want to end the whole fake dating thing? Tell me, okay? It’ll be alright and we can just continue on from there as usual. And if you don’t want me to call you names like amorina or stellina when we’re alone, I won’t.”

She shook her head a little, “No, you can call me those. I… I like them. A lot. They sound nice. And I really am okay with this.”

I gave a small nod and left her alone to change, moving out into the hall to talk through the door. “So…”

“So…” she answered just as awkwardly, “What’s the plan?”

“Nonno and Nonna will probably try to overfeed everyone like normal,” I explained, “I assume you know how that goes. And then Tony will probably get into some sort of chaos with Andrea and Emilio. Carla and Mario will probably be the ones prying, they usually do, and asking questions like how we met and whatever. Which is a problem, considering when we met you were technically a statue.”

“We met in the piazza,” Athena said, “I fell and you caught me and we’ve been together since. Simple, stellina.”

I blushed as she used the nickname against me, “That works…”

“You sound strained.” She noted, opening the door a moment later. “And I’ve finished preparing. Shall we go?”

“I’m fine, let’s go,” I answered, thankful she still didn’t seem to know what blushing was. Or, at the very least, she still didn’t know the language well enough to call me out on it.

When we arrived, the family was already gathering and setting the table. Athena and I were immediately dragged into the horde of awaiting family members and were passed from person to person as everyone greeted each other.

It took about fifteen minutes to get through everyone and sit at the table, Kiva already patrolling under the table for scraps as Nonna set the first platter of food before us.

It took far less time for people to start asking about Athena. It went about as expected, the usual prying questions about how we met and her background bombarding us before either of us could even think about eating.

I managed to reroute the conversation back to our meal though, apparently reminding Nonna that we still hadn’t begun.

Everyone held up their glass and clinked them together, followed by a chorus of “ching ching”s around the room. Then, we ate.

And ate.

And ate some more.

And by the time we were getting full, the questions started again, this time getting a bit too personal. I noticed Athena fiddling with the hem of her dress, clearly uncomfortable now.

“Oh!” I said suddenly as my phone rang, “Sorry everyone, gotta go. This is important. Grazie for the food, Nonna.”

I took Athena’s hand and left, answering my phone once we were out the door. “Perfect timing, Vi. Thanks for the save.”

“Of course, Emmy dear,” she teased through the phone, “Carla prying again?”

“As usual,” I sighed, “We were just about to head out though, that was getting... awkward.”

“How’d Athena handle it?” Vittoria asked, “It’s her first time being around that many people with only one of us.”

“It was nice,” Athena chimed in, “Kiva is very soft. And I learned a new word! Seduta!!”

Vittoria laughed, “That’s great, Thee! Are you two headed back to the apartment now?”

Athena looked at me.

“Yeah,” I said, “Just around the block from it now. I think we’re just going to hang out there until the party later tonight.”

“Sounds like a good plan,” Vittoria agreed, “Should I let Leo know to come pick you both up later? He could bring the bike~”

“I think she’d like that, actually,” I answered, “Sounds good. Bring the bike and I’ll grab mine on the way over so we can all go.”

I hung up as we entered the gelateria and went up the stairs in the back to my apartment.

When we got there, Athena seemed a bit disappointed by something.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

She shrugged, “I don’t know, I guess I wasn’t expecting that? It was fun and they’re all very nice but I am unsure of if we should have lied that much. Is it not deserving of punishment?”

“Thee, we don’t— People lie. A lot. And for far worse things than fake dating. You’re not gonna get, like… cursed or something for that, okay? So don’t worry about it.” I gently bumped her shoulder and she smiled a little. “Want to watch a movie to take your mind off of it? I’ve got the beanbags and everything set up.”

“Hercules?” She asked, seeming a bit more cheerful now.

“Hercules.” I agreed, going to find the DVD, “Can you get the blankets? They should be above the pillows in the closet.”

Within a few minutes, our movie-watching spot was set. Athena quickly burritoed herself into a fluffy blanket and I smiled at her. She didn’t notice, already entranced by the movie as the opening scene began.

We’ve watched it dozens of times since we met and yet she always seems so happy when we watch it…

Athena had fallen asleep beside me, her head resting on my shoulder, and I smiled again. “Hey, Thee?”

Silence.

“Stellina.”

More silence.

I sighed and carefully scooped her up along with her blanket and carried her to my bed. She gave a small huff as I put her down and began to leave, her fingers curling around mine as I tried to pull away.

“Floor is hard..” she mumbled, “Stay.”

“I’m going to be up for a while,” I said, “I don’t want to disturb you..”

“‘Ts fine…” she answered, trying to tug me closer, “Come.”

I eventually gave in, laying next to her and keeping my distance. Athena, however, had other ideas and plopped down on top of me a few moments later and trying to wrap her arms around.

I looked at her, mildly confused, “What are you doing?”

“Cozy,” she said simply, “Need you. And blanket. For safe.”

I understood pretty much none of that, but she fell asleep rather quickly so I wasn’t about to get any clarification on it either. Instead, my hand found her hair and I gently played with the ends.

This is all so strange…

Strange, but nice.

“Amorina~”

My eyes flew open and I saw Athena above me, still wrapped in her fluffy blanket. She beamed, “Em, it’s uppy time.”

“Now?” I asked, rubbing my eyes, “Wait a second, did you call me—“

She grinned and jumped up as I heard the revving of an engine outside. “Yes. And you are. Amorina. You call me that, so I should do it too, right?”

“……yeah…” I answered, currently a flustered mess. She was right. And I knew I had a problem.

Feelings suck.

“That’s probably Leo and Vi outside,” I said, hearing voices now, “Ready to dance?”

She bounced up and down for a moment before running out the door and down to go greet our friends.

Ever since she saw Leo’s bike for the first time, she’s loved motorcycles. I can understand why though, they give her a sense of freedom she didn’t have before. Plus she thinks they purr like big cats, which is also fun.

I followed her downstairs and grabbed my bike, then passed her my spare helmet. Vi smirked at me as I did and I shot her my most irritated glare.

The dance was less chaotic than dinner. It was mostly just that, dancing, and the occasional conversation with neighbors and family friends we saw.

Athena and I danced together for a bit before splitting up to talk to people.

After a while, a boy about my age came up to me and was.. rather forward. And a bit pushy about his intentions.

I opened my mouth to tell him to back off and that I had a girlfriend, but to my surprise, someone else beat me to it.

He looked rather shocked when he saw Athena appear beside me, trying one more time and throwing a few spiteful comments our way before finally going away.

So,… I’m aware that this didn’t turn out as fluffy or as fake dating-y as I probably made it seem and I apologize for that. As I said, I.. got a bit embarrassed halfway through retyping this and cut a lot out. But hopefully this satisfies you for now, Anon! Maybe I’ll post the cut parts later.

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kausstar · 11 months

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ethan landry x black! f! reader￨sfw content￨wc: 1.9k

ethan understood chad had more of a chance with you than he did but was that really true or was he just telling himself that?

tags black reader on page- everybody else, you have enough fics for him. friends to lovers. parties. consumption of alcohol. you take a couple shots, that’s all. you’re shorter than him and you like brent faiyaz. swearing. no y/n. kissing. touchy! reader.

𝓴aus. again this not what i said i was gonna post but take what tf you can get because i’m doing for my black people who are crying out for help in this rough time where there are not fan fics for us about ethan <33

we be so high that’s why we so low-key.

brent faiyaz poured throughout the house, reaching everybody’s ears including ethans’ who has heard the song more times 100 times because of you. the party felt uncomfortable as ethan stood awkwardly by the drink station, watching as people picked strong alcohol over the sweet, fruit punch he had been drinking all night.

she wanna fly out witchu, let's make three.

he was supposed to be hanging out with chad but he’d left quickly after spotting you walking past to the kitchen. but ethan didn’t follow because he would rather get looks by strangers than watch the two of you flirt. chad spoke about you most of the time so it wasn’t hard to tell that he liked you in some type of way. ethan couldn’t really blame him though, you were sweet, and so damn beautiful. your brown skin always looked so soft and so did your lips, with the lip gloss that always adored them.

i’Il be your role model.

“e!” ethan hears over by the kitchen making him look in the direction to find you smiling as you made your way over to him, chad following shortly behind you. everyone called him “e” but there was something about the way you said it that made him grin hard. you were excited to him simply because you loved seeing him and maybe because you had missed him since you last saw each other two days ago. it was easy to miss his pretty smile, curly hair and awkward demeanor.

don't leave the house tomorrow.

before ethan could react back to you he’s wrapped in a hug from the side but with both arms. ethan’s surprised by the sudden affection but gives into the hug. your touch alone secretly has ethan panicking, but he doesn’t let it show, choosing to focus on chad who stood in front of him. “hey,” ethan says.

before chad could respond you pull away from ethan. “wanna play spin the shot?” you asks making ethan’s eyebrows push together being that he’s never heard of it. “spin the shot?” you nod in response to him. “yeah. it’s like spin the bottle but with shots and some other rules i put together,” chad said, rubbing his hands together as he grinned at the two of you.

you say you had enough 'cause my time ain't enough. girl it's never enough for you.

“meaning his dumbass couldn’t think of a better name,” you rolled your eyes at him making ethan chuckle. your glossy lips turn up into a smile and ethan couldn’t help but stare. “are you two playing?” he asks shaking himself out his daydream, before sharing glances between you and chad. “yeah,” chad answers, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

you look over at chad with sort of a glare but chad doesn’t caught it, only ethan. he didn’t know what it meant but he took it as you being annoyed by chad’s touch and he was confused about that, didn’t you like him?

you could see ethan’s mind turning as you waited for his answer so you grab his hand and held it in yours, hoping to pull him out of his head. “if they give you a shot i’ll take it for you,” you smile. he assumed this was your way of helping him make the decision and you weren’t helping. it wasn’t your fault, it was his. the feeling of your hand on his and the way your brown eyes were locked on him, he felt he was gonna pass out. had he mentioned how pretty your hair looked?

flawless, lawless, baby what you call this? If the shit don't involve money I'm off it.

to simply put it, you could say ethan liked you too, but he doubt you felt the same. this was probably what you did for everybody when they needed help making an decision, right? if so he had never seen it. “sure,” he shrugged giving you a light grin. “let’s go!” chad yells after removing his arm from you then clapping his hands together. “spin the shot in the dining room if anybody wants to play!” chad yells as all of you made your way there.

some people jogged to the dining room while others stayed where they were, chilling. you and ethan made your way through the crowds either way- hand in hand.

and it's never enough for you. but you can wait until after tomorrow.

once in the dining room, you let go of ethan’s hand and he follows you to the head of the table. ethan stood to right, chad on stood your left, while everybody else gathered around the rest of the table. “clear the table. i’mma go get the good stuff,” chad says before heading into the kitchen. people start taking cups, plates and other bullshit off the table until it’s clean.

when chad finally comes back, show me a good time by drake starts to play.

he puts the bottle of gray goose on the table, body down and he sits a shot glass in front of him. “alrighty, somebody- anybody, spins the bottle, if it lands on you, you take the shot. if you’re too pussy to take the shot? you have to kiss the person to the left of you,” he declares making everybody look to their left. some look disgusted while others only laugh when they notice it’s their friend. ethan took a look over at you who gives him a cute smile. “no switching around now!” chad yells after spotting people trying to switch around.

“you wanna do the honors, pretty boy?” you ask, looking up at ethan who doesn’t really want to but folds hard when you give him a comforting light smile. the pushy eyes from everyone around the table, also forcing his answer. “s-sure,” he nods. and everybody cheers. he leans over the table bit and gives the bottle a good spin.

Take a shot and let it out, let's get right. now that I'm here, baby. show me a good time. show me a good time.

the rest of the night felt like a huge blur, it felt like everything was going x2 speed for ethan. first, ethan had spun the bottle and the next thing he knows everyone around y’all is cheering for him to kiss you. “kiss her! kiss her! kiss her!” he hears every chant including the guy he thought liked you. before ethan had much time to think, you help him by grabbing his face and smashing your lips onto his.

they’re as soft as he thought they were- maybe even softer. he didn’t even mind the lipgloss that he seemed to get a taste of as you kisses him so sweetly. now he understood why you liked when it had a certain flavor. “okay, love bugs. we gotta game to finish,” chad says, tapping you on your shoulder, making you pull away and turn to him. “finish without us,” you say before holding your hand out for ethan’s and he happily puts his hand in yours.

“oohhh!” the crowd yell, as the two of you exit the room. wanting to get away from all the people, you looked towards the front door then back at ethan. “wanna go outside?” you smiled, and he was so dumbfounded by what just happened all he could do was nod. you lead the two of you outside and looked around for places to sit, just to find one of those old swings on the porch that you had notice earlier. “this probably old as hell,” you say, letting go of his hand to make sure it’s sturdy before you sit down.

ethan laughs at your reaction to the swing as you sit down on it. the sounds of his laugh being heaven to your ears so you only light chuckle, hoping your laugh it and too loud to cover his. when you really look at him in the porch lighting, you realize there’s lipgloss all on his lips. a smile grows on yours lips and a laugh bubbles in your chest at how cute he looks, but he’s confused and his eyes grow wide. “what? what is it?” he asks before reaching to touch his face.

“d-do i have something on my face?” he asks, and you only calm down and nod your head. “it’s just my lipgloss,” you grin, shaking your head at his panic. he let’s put an “o” and only smile to himself, face growing hot. “my bad about the kiss. i bet my mouth taste nasty with them shots,” you say, face growing ill at the thought of it but ethan’s quick to shake his head. “it actually tastes like strawberries. because of… you know… the lipgloss,” he reassures you, circling his hand over his lips. you nod, and let out a light laugh at the lipgloss again.

quickly overthinking the simple nod you had given him, he speak up again. “the kiss was good too. i just didn’t expect chad to act like that,” he confesses, making you look at him confused. “like what?” you ask. “happy about us kissing,” he explains and you’re even more confused.“why?” you ask, head tilted and ethan looks down at his lap. ethan debated about telling you his embarrassing thoughts about your best friend liking you so he just tries to shrug it off until he looks up from his lap to see you not taking the shrug for an answer. “i thought he liked you,” he confessed, and you could only shake your head and smile.

“he don’t like me. chad was just trying to get you jealous so you would tell me you liked me. i told his dumbass not to do it, but he did it anyway,” you rolled your eyes at the thought. that explains the glare and why he would always talk about you to him. he nods, taking in the information.“but, e?” you call, making his attention go to you. “you know i like you, right?” you asks and you watch as his head tilts and his eyebrows become pushed together in confusion. “seriously?” he asked, heart pounding in his ears. it being so loud, he wasn’t even sure if he’ll be able to hear you when you replied.

“ethan!” you said with a shake of your head. he’s quick to defend himself with raise eyebrows. “i thought you liked chad!” you turn your body towards him and he’s quick to look at you, confused on why you were doing so. “chad!?” you question making ethan nod. you put your hand on his leg. “ethan, baby, i want you to remember who chad is,” you said making the two of you laugh.

the only thing ethan felt is that moment was comfort in the presence of you- he always had but this was some different. after your laughs died down and you were just covered in silence, you realized he hadn’t told you something. “so… do you like me too or am i getting rejected today?” you asked, hoping it wasn’t the second one but you had a feeling it wasn’t. ethan’s quick to shake his head, eyes wide once again. “n-no! i like you too… a lot,” he says, eyes softening at sight of you smiling.

tension grow between the two of you as you stared at each other. the both of you hoping the other would make a more as if you hadn’t kissed 5 minutes ago. ethan recalled the moment of you leaning in so he did this time. you didn’t pull away either, allow his lips to meet yours and kiss you softly.

you weren’t shy with the way you kissed with a bit of need and so wasn’t ethan. you kissed until you needed to breath then you pulled away. “my lips are gonna be dry after while,” you smiled, looking at ethan’s lips that were covers in your lipgloss.

“i’m sure we can share,” he grins that pretty grin he always does.

 2023 kausstar.

i swear to god black people, if you let this flop i’mma stop doing right by y’all and go over to the whites.

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papers-from-a-ghost · 1 year

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We just finished a Saturday night dinner by this odd open mall place, Molito, and are currently heading down to the edges of the roads. My earphones are playing Peddler by Lunar Vacation and it honestly sets the mood as a randomly shuffled song. The singer talks about feeling down, falling down, and more as the lights from across the road shine with a warm tinted yellow shine. There are nothing in my thoughts, other than the little things, like this dude with vibrant green hair and a denim jacket that walked across giving me a deadpan stare; rude but fair. I'd react the same if I saw someone with a black supreme shirt, shorts and half-shaven legs, and some book bag thats accompanied with a vibrant pink book awkwardly tucked in the palm of their right hand. Not my best look, or desired look. Not even a look I wanted to wear.

We wander under the arch of that place, across the road enveloped in yellow lights, and stand idly. A bit stupidly may I add, looking as if we’ve been struck dumbfounded.

“Where… do we go..-“ “I dunno” I’d say if I actually wasn’t mute at every chance I’d get.

“Maybe we can just stay right here by the front?”

Good idea, though it does defeat the purpose of the few tables that were empty infront of us. I get it though – or maybe not – that watching strangers or even being nearby them in a compact setting is a bit intrusive, just being next to their business when there wasn't anyone there a second before, especially for us wandering until we’d leave a minute later. It just feels a bit rude, even when we’d form a judgement before deciding it was.

Bap.

“Watch your head dude, you’re a bit too tall to not watch it.” Someone remarks as I bump my head at the soft side of an umbrella, tilting it a bit as a result. A lady in dress pants that are pitch black, and a vibrant pink top that defies the laws of light and shadows, stares at me when that happens, and lightly giggles from a bit away.

“looks like a lipstick” I say internally, again, to not be rude or incidentally strike up a 10 minute conversation that would end in awkward silence. There are plenty of interesting people out tonight now that I’ve witnessed the lipstick lady though. There’s this kid in a waldo outfit thats hoping around the fences of a wheelchair ramp pretty stupidly; there are ( Possibly, but likely with the hand-holding. Not seriously assuming though. ) two dudes on a date by the front chairs of this open ice cream café.

I still don’t get the open-everything plan that this place has but I appreciate it. There are surprisingly a few tourists here that I have no clue on why they’d be in a local’s area; people suddenly joining the small band upfront; and lastly, the other half of the group that catches up to us where we stand.

“You guys enjoying the music?”

“Yeah! Though is everyone here?”

“I think so-“

Their voices drown out in my ear. Willingly of course, not by the now medium-sized band that has a midi keyboard reminiscent of something Vulfpeck would use. Everything from here on out becomes a blur since i never really wanted to be here. I was more of a requirement than an option to bring. We get candy apples on our way out, they gawk at sports cars I don't even bother about, and suddenly we are driving.

"So, ------, what job you want when you grow up?"

I hate this question. Mostly because its the only question or thing they ever ask me, including school applications, and whatever scam they found and fell for this time. I didn't hear them clearly though as i was already drowning my ears in the 3rd album I could find in my library.

"Uh. for what?"

"For-" she pauses, before laughing hysterically. Then everyone follows after.

Even with earphones that could mute out static silence without music playing, I could hear them, and probably everyone outside too. "Oh I'm sorry, i have everything already. I'm contented as- as rich. A job for what-?" She's clearly drunk, swaying in the motion of the car when she makes this notation, but she further amplifies the laughter.

There are bright warm lights passing us by, running away from this moment - from here - atleast from this perspective. What does she count as rich? the obvious is money-rich, but I wonder if she ever considers life-rich. Does that make sense? cause it doesn't, no matter how many times I try to reformat this seemingly intangible thought. I'd just rather be content at my lowest, than riddled with problems at the highest i could reach; if I could be numerically rich. I'll finish that thought after one more bit of rest.

#bad writing #novel #writing #writers on tumblr #writer #personal #new to tumblr #new on tumblr #new here #idkwhattodotohelp

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gatefleet · 2 years

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My Kasai 3

DC The Flash: Leonard Snart, Mick Rory , Akame (OC), Remi Rory (OC) Word Count: 809 (T)W: Swearing, mention of magic, threats, Request: Technically yes by the other writer for this blog (currently on hiatus) A/N: Trying to upload what's left from Sutoritaimu blog

It wasn’t hard to not hear Leonard and Mick enter Remi’s apartment at 3 in the morning, thankfully you were still up cleaning your Katana at that point, or they really would have been dead. You were currently hiding out in Remi’s room with Apollo who had decided to abandon you as soon as he heard Mick and Leonard’s voices. They clearly didn’t realise you were there otherwise you highly doubted that they would be talking to Apollo like he was a baby. You couldn’t resist, you had to get out your phone and record this moment for Lisa and Remi or for general blackmail later you hadn’t decided which yet. You had recorded a good five minutes of them making idiots of themselves before they noticed you. Snart was the first to react, he was headed straight for you until he heard the door open, then his attention immediately went to the door as soon as Apollo began to growl he and Mick both raised their guns and you retrieved your Katana from Remi’s room. “Woah! Woah! Chill out! It’s me! Mick lower your gun! I just had my hands repaired I’m not up for another round of magical surgery!” At the sound of the familiar female’s voice, you lowered your Katana and Apollo stopped growling and began to yip excitedly. When the female walked in lowering her own gun you ran up to her and hugged her “Remi!” “Woah, did you get a personality transplant or something? How long have I been gone?” Remi awkwardly and briefly hugged you back before you both stood straight and relaxed.

Once everyone was comfortable in the sitting room it became apparent just how drunk Snart and Mick were. You noticed Remi looking between you and her brother. “Hey, Kame can I talk to you in the kitchen?” You looked confused but nodded your head. When the two of you were sure you were out of earshot of the males in the living room Remi turned on you “What did I miss? Lisa said you held Hatter and Lash at Katana point… Like angry Katana point… Plus my brother is paying WAY more attention to you… what happened?” Remi just looked at you, arms crossed over her chest leaning against the countertop, waiting... patiently. You hated when she done this, you felt like a little kid who was being scolded by their older sibling which was absurd because you were like 2 years older than her. “Nothing, they just got too close to Lisa and I. I think your brother is just looking out for me because you weren’t here and he’s used to looking out for someone, no biggie” Remi just looked at you for a couple of moments then sighed and smiled “Ok, good, I thought you and Snart had gotten into it and he was making sure you weren’t going to go for him again” Remi laughed at this. You just looked at the ground and laughed nervously. “Your hands look amazing, you wouldn’t know you’d been burned” “Yeah, we have Hellblazer to thank for that, the only thing he couldn’t help with was finger prints, they’ve officially bit the dust. I guess it works out better for me considering our line of work” Remi just smiled and winked at you. Hellblazer! Of course that was his name!

When you all woke up the next morning Remi was nowhere to be found, neither was Apollo for that matter… You assumed that she’d taken Apollo out for a walk or something and raided her kitchen. Your phone beeped **Meet me on the roof when you’re up R.R** **OK** **Bring food R.R** You rolled your eyes, obviously, Remi was going to ask you to bring food, it was past 12pm now and you knew from prior experience she NEVER ate before 12pm. When you finally got up to the roof an hour later Remi was laying on the ledge with Apollo on her stomach. He jumped down as soon as he saw you. “Hey, Kame” You looked at her and put the food down on the table Remi had set up ages ago. This is where the two of you would go to clear your heads. “Ah. Amazing, food!” You honestly had no idea where she put all the food she ate, it was annoying, the last time you ate every time Remi did you felt sick and bloated for days. “Sit down Kame, I’m not gonna hurt you” Remi smiled at you and handed you one of the burgers you’d picked up.

“Sorry, I didn’t respond to your texts, I had really crappy phone service then I was working on a heist with Pied Piper and Phobia, I would have let you know but it was strictly a ‘no fatality’ job. No offense” You looked at Remi “None taken”

#dc #the flash #mick rory x oc #mick rory x reader #leonard snart x oc #mick rory #leonard snart

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iwadori · 3 years

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are you going to do a 'when the haikyuu boys make you insecure' part with Iwaizumi / could I request that?

When they make you insecure part 6 (Iwaizumi,Matsukawa)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Word Count: 2.8K

Genre: Angst, Fluff

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AN: Did I embedd myself in this story? Yes, yes i did. :3 (it’s only a small part dw loool)

Iwaizumi

One day when you were walking to the gym to go see your boyfriend

You overhear him and the team talking about some instagram girl

“She’s hot” you hear Boktuo yell doing a hoot as he fawns over a picture, with the rest of the guys agreeing.

“What do you think Iwaizumi?” Hinata ask

“She’s cute... I guess?” the rest of the guys, grunt in disagreement at Iwa’s lack of drooling over the girl.

“Well I see why you wouldn’t want her Haji-kun,” says Atsumu “you are into the more simple girls bro”

“Simple?” Iwaizumi questions, and the rest of the guys agree

“Yeah simple, you know Y/N... she’s simple” says one of the guys, with the word ‘simple’ rolling off their tounge with a tone of disgust.

“I guess your right guys...” Iwaizumi says “Y/N is pretty basic and simple but-”

You leave the gym before you hear what the rest of them had to say. When you got to your house you bolt straight to the mirror, you look at your outfit and frown. You never thought your style was ‘basic,’ to be fair you wouldn’t describe anybodys style as basic or simple. Of course, you weren’t like those instagram influencers, that wasn’t your thing. But Iwa has known that about you for years... but I guess that’s not what he truly likes.

You go to your closet and take out all the contents, just tossing all your clothes (even some of your favourite items ever) and dashing them in a black trash bag putting them to the side. You were already on a mission to buy a whole new wardrobe, going through all different stores and looking on pinterest for inspo.

You didn’t really talk to Iwa for the rest of the week, since you wanted him to see you in your ‘new form,’ you weren’t being radiosilent but you didn’t initiate any hang outs with him or face time calls (which he did find slightly odd, but didn’t think that much by it.)

Finally, the clothes came and you were kind of shocked at how much you ordered you spent over £200 on clothes from all different places. When you were trying them on, you liked some of them the ones that were kind of similar to your past style but not so ‘simple,’ the others you kind of frowned at since it definitely didn’t feel like ‘you’ at all. ‘This is for Iwa,’ you reminded yourself as your forced a smile on your face analysing yourself in the mirror.

You had everything sorted, your wardrobe was now changed and done the colours and styles you once wore before is now the complete opposite. You invited Iwa over, hesistantly waiting to see how would he react.

When you hear your door knock, you rush over to open it and model a pose you saw one of those girl do trying to look as natural as possible.

“Hey babe ho-” he says, with his eyes widening seeing your new look “Woah Y/N!”

“Hey Haji..come in!” you exclaim with a beaming smile pulling him inside to the couch. “So, are we going to continue watching the crown, I watched the previous episode and god prince phillip is such a dick.”

You look over your shoulder and see Iwa still standing in your entranceway a bit awkwardly, looking a bit stunned. “Come sit down then, we’ve got an episode to watch.”

“uh oh yeah, sure” he says blinking, following you to the couch.

You got through atleast 4 episodes together, you barely talked as you were really engrossed in the show. Iwa was barely paying attention, he was too busy questioning how you were acting. This definitely wasn’t the girl he knew, even the way you were acting whilst watch the show was odd. The way you’d cutely giggle and ‘sublty’ look over to him whilst laughing at a funny part of the show instead of just doing your usual obnoxious laugh that he loved to hear.

“Oh Y/N, I’m going to go to the bathroom.” he says standing up, you don’t reply you just wave your hand in acknowledgement.

On his way to the bathroom, Iwa nearly trips on a black bag left outside your bedroom door. He opens it, and mildly gasped when he saw all your old stuff jumbled up in there. He picks up the back and goes straight back to the living room and stands in front of you.

“Haji, what are you doing you’re blocking the TV” you complaining trying to see what’s happening behind him.

He drops the black bag infront of you and you internally curse yourself for not moving. You stare at him waiting for him to say something.

“Well whats this then.” he says looking down at you, almost like a disapproving dad.

“Clothes.” you say smartly, knowing what he was asking.

“You know what I meant Y/N, why are all your clothes in a garbage bag.”

“Because I wanted to put them there,” you wanted to seem as nochalant about it as possible as if putting all your clothes in a garbage bag doesn’t make you feel sad.

“Yeah but why?” he says sitting down next to you.

“Just because I wanted to” you reiterate “what else do you want me to say?”

“Well this isn’t like you, its just a bit random Y/N” he says

“I know this isnt like me you” you spat, standing up “Isn’t this what you wanted anyways.” You head to your bedroom picking up the bag with you, with Iwa hot on your heels.

“What do you mean this is what I wanted?” he says in disbelief “When did I ever say that?”

“It doesn’t matter” you mumble, you start to aggressively take our your old clothes and shove them back into your wardrobe whilst Iwa is just talking. You’re not really listening to him your just putting the clothes back.

“Y/N Stop!” he yells kind of knocking you out of your ‘trance,’ “what is going on with you?” he grabs you hands and pulls them down stopping you from what you were doing and he winced at seeing your tear stricken face.

He gently pulls you into his arms sitting you both on your bed, waiting for you to speak. “I don’t know what you want from me Iwa..” you start your voice slightly breaking “it’s just I did this all for you and you don’t even appreciate it.”

“I don’t know what you mean Y/N?” he says sounding genuinely confused.

“Y/N is simple and basic.” you say repeating words that you heard your boyfriend say about you, you feel him tense as you say it and you slowly get out of his hug.

“Y/N I-”

“That really hurt Hajime, I know now that I'm not your ‘type’ but I-”

“No Y/N, you are my type of course you are!” he says gulping in nervousness “I love you, and your style. I’ve always being enamored by how you dress and present yourself and I don’t know why I even said you’re basic and simple I didn’t mean it that way.”

“Really?” you say sniffling looking down

“Yes really you idiot,” he says lifting your head up “To be fair I don’t care what you wear, since you look great in anthing I just want you to be happy Y/N and especially not dress for anyone including me. Okay?”

“Okay,” you agree slightly nodding your head.

“Good, so can we go and finish the crown and then burn all these clothes?” Iwa jokes as he stands up.

“Burn them!” you exclaim “These cost £200, you muppet.”

“£200! Gosh Y/N, next time you go shopping im definitely coming with you.” he says shaking his head “can’t have you blowing out your bank account for clothes you don’t even like that much.”

You spend the rest of the day finishing of The Crown and you and Iwa eventually both sort out your wardrobe. Your style and aethetic changes a lot more through the times you were together and Iwa was very supportive and helpful of every single change. Especially *insert your favourite dress aesthetic here.*

Matsukawa

You were walking with your friends; Iwa, Tooru, Maki and your boyfriend Matsun. Walking to school as you did every morning, today the topic of conversation was Tooru’s bad taste in women.

“Gosh yesterday was horrible, she didn’t want to talk to me at all,” he complained “all she wanted to do was to come straight to my place, I didn’t even have the chance to tell her my hair routine.”

“That’s why you don’t find dates off of Tinder shittykawa” grunted Iwaizumi

“Well I know that now!” he exclaimed.

“Y/N,” said Makki grasping your attention “Would you ever use Tinder?”

“Well I-”

“Of course she wouldn’t” your boyfriend interrupted wrapping his arm round your shoulder “she’s got me”

“Yeah, but if you two weren’t together, would you use it.”

“Well may-”

“Y/N definitely wouldn’t” he said interrupting you AGAIN “she’s way to frigid for that shit”

Frigid? You thought to yourself, ouch. Their was a quick awkward silence and all you could hear was Matsukawa laughing with the others laughing after awkwardly in pursuit. After sensing your uncomfortability (is that a word?) Oikawa decides to change the subject to make things less awkward,

“I need a woman who understands me!” he rants “One that can listen to me and appreciate my awesome hair.”

“Goodluck with that Shittykawa.”

Oikawa rambles on as you walk to school with the other guys chiming in. You on the other hand, were lost in thought. Your sex life wasn’t something you would want to publicly talk about let alone to you and your boyfriends' male friends. Also, with Matsun describing you as ‘frigid’ struck a nerve. You weren’t frigid, well at least to you, you weren’t.

When you got to school you immediately rushed straight to your lesson claiming that you teacher really needed to talk to you. Which was odd to Matsukawa as you usually all hung around each other until the bell rang, the other boys gave each other knowing looks all assuming the reasons for your odd behaviour.

At lunch time, you stayed in your class instead of going up to the roof where you and your friends usually end up. In the class room you hear one of the girls in your class, Empress having one of her usual gossip conversations with her group of friends.

“Hajime is so hot!” she said, fanning her face being dramatic

“Of course he is! You should totally go for him.” her friend said and the rest of the friends agreed.

“What do you think Y/N?” she says to you catching your attention “you’re close friends with him right?”

“Yeah, I am” you say a bit sadly “You should definitely go for him, I think you’d be perfect together.”

“Okay! I think I might later” she says smiling. Her and friends leave, but then Empress returns and walks straight to you.

“Are you alright doll?” she asks softly smiling

“I guess so..” you say hesitantly “It’s just something my boyfriend said to me this morning.”

“Matsun?” she asks and you nod in reply “What did he say?”

After you rehash the situation from this morning Empress scowls in annoyance, “Boys can be such pigs sometimes, such a dick thing to say.”

“I know right!” you respond “Even if I was frigid, which im totally not it’s not even a bad thing nor is it something to reveal to people in public in a ‘jokey’ way.”

“Yeah!” she agrees “I think you should go and give him a piece of your mind.”

“I mean...” your voice falters, when it comes to Matsun you’ve never really given him a ‘piece of your mind,’ even when he makes jokes that you’re not so fond of.

“Come on!” she encourages “I’ll come with you and cheer you on.”

“You just want to come to see Iwa Empress” you say pointedly “But fine let’s go.”

You both power walk to the roof where you see the four seijoh boys sitting down and eating. “Oh hi Y/N/-chan and look Iwa its Emp-chan... isn’t that a surprise!” Iwa blushes and the rest of the guys laugh.

You walk straight up to Matsun and stand right infront of him. “Matsukawa I need to talk to you,” you say folding your arms. “Why whats up babe?” he says, still sitting down with a cheeky grin on his face.

“Alone.” you say turning around walking to a secluded spot. Behind you, you hear Matsun get up and the rest of the boys saying “oooh Matsukawa your in trouble” as they laugh.

“What’s wrong with you today Y/N?” he asks slightly accusatorily.

“I didn’t appreciate the comment you made today on the way to school,” you say with your arms folded.

“Oh that little comment about you being frigid, come on it was just a joke I wasn’t being serious.” he says lightly laughing but he stops once he sees the glare you give him ”you knew it was a joke right?”

“Matsun, some are your jokes just aren’t funny,” you say “especially when they're about me and our sex life in front of our friends too.”

“Y/N I didn’t mea-”

“You just come off as a huge dick sometimes, and I can’t do this anymore if you keep on making these comments anymore I don’t think I can do this.”

“Woah Y/N, are you threatening to break up with me?” he asks “Over a few little comments?”

“These aren’t a few little comments, sometimes what you say is just unnecessary and rude.”

“Okay well...”

“Well...” you repeat staring at him waiting for to apologise or atleast say something, “fuck you Matsukawa.”

You storm away and walk bout to the group saying “Empress lets go.” She jumps of Iwa’s lap and waves by to them following you back down to the school. You walk into the bathroom and just start to cry, “Y/N whats wrong?” Empress says pulling you into a hug

“H-He doesn’t care,” you cry “He pretty much excused his stupid comments, passing them off as little ‘jokes,’ that didn’t apparently mean anything.”

“Oh dear,” Empress says consoling you “he’s not worth your time right now.”

“B-but but I love him.” you wail fat tears streaming down your face.

“I know sweetheart, I know,” she says letting go of the hug “so what do you wanna do about him?”

“I don’t know,” you say “I don’t want to break up with him or anything, but is there a point in staying if he’s just going to make these comments again.”

“I don’t know Y/N, but whatever you wanna do I’ll support. Wether it’s keying his car or reading shitty fanfiction and crying.” Empress says making you laugh.

The final bell rings and now it's time to go home, of course you don’t walk with the guys so you just enjoy your own company walking home.

“Y/N! Y/N!” you hear from behind you and of course the only person it can be is Matsukawa.

“What do you want?” you mumbled

“I..I want too” he says heaving out of breath from the running he had to do “I want to apologise. I need do.”

“Okay...” you respond

“Im sorry, Im so so sorry,” he says “those jokes and comments were stupid and I agree I can be a dick sometimes. Well a lot of the time, but I never wanted to be a dick to you.”

“Well you were.”

“I know I was, and I’m so sorry. There’s no excuse what I said and what I have said before I just hope I can make it up to you.”

“Okay then.”

“So are we not broken up?”

“No we’re not broken up, but it’ll take a lot of making up to do for me to fully forgive you.”

“Great! And I'll spend every day to get you to forgive me.”

Which he did, he spent every day showering you with love and affection. He was way better than he was before, you even went on double dates with Oikawa and his flavour of the week and triple dates with Iwa and his girlfriend. Matsukawa, although he still made jokes, he never targeted them and centered them around you in an insulting way.

AN: I didn’t really like the matsukawa one since i couldn’t really write for him properyl sooo sorry bout that one kids.

#haikyuu x reader comfort #haikyu angst #haikyu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyu scenarios #haikyu headcanons #haikyu #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi angst #iwaizumi scenarios #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi fluff #matsukawa x reader #matsukawa angst #matsukawa fluff #matsukawa oneshot #signedwithane😌

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slasherhaven · 3 years

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Could I request the Sinclair brothers with a future s/o that is mute? How would they react to our “friends” making fun of us, but we can’t speak up for ourselves

The Sinclair Brothers with a Mute Future S/O:

Bo Sinclair

As soon as he met you and your group of friends, he knew something wasn’t quite right. You remained silent as they spoke among themselves and to Bo, only giving small non-verbal responses to Bo when he spoke to you directly. Then our friends would scoff.

It wasn’t like you were shy...more like you just wanted to stay out of the way.

He tensed when he heard the first disguised insult thrown your way by one of your ‘friends’, that would explain your behaviour.

One of your friends had flirted a little with Bo, huffing and rolling her eyes when he kept glancing at you curiously.

That’s when she told him that you didn’t speak, like she was hoping it would put him off of you, rolling her eyes as she did so. Like you were a burden.

It only made him dislike them more. Why the hell would they invite you on their trip if they were just going to treat you like shit?

Once Bo checked out the car, he told them that it would be a little while before it was ready and suggesting visiting the wax museum while you waited.

Your friends had agreed and left the garage without even addressing you. You had silently sighed before beginning to follow them.

“It’s Y/n, right?” Bo’s voice made you stop and turn back to him, nodding to answer his question.

“You sure they’re your friends?” he asked and you just shrugged, glancing out of the garage window and seeing that they were heading towards the museum. They hadn’t even noticed that you weren’t with them, you couldn’t help but frown a little.

“They don’t treat you so good” Bo pointed out, making you look back to him.

You nervously fidgeted with your hands, only shrugging again. You wanted to talk to him, you didn’t want to seem rude, but your friend had already told him that you didn’t speak so you assumed he wasn’t too bothered by it.

“My brother doesn’t talk, uses his hands normally. I know a little sign language, if you use it” Bo told you, making you look up at him and smile a little.

‘They just invited me...thought it would be different’ you signed.

Bo was far from an expert in sign language but he knew bits and pieces, enough to understand you if you gestured slower than usual.

He wasn’t sure where the feeling was coming from but he couldn’t help but feel protective over you.

You seemed to shy and sweet, so poorly treated by those who call themselves your friends. He couldn’t help but want you for himself.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. They’ll get what they deserve” Bo assured you with a charming smile and a wink.

It made you blush, though you had no idea what he meant by that.

...you would soon come to learn what exactly his threat entailed when you would be the only on spared.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent had first seen you when you wandered into the wax museum with your friends. You had caught his attention, not chatting and laughing with the rest of the group, your attention was completely on his creations and pieces of art. You were admiring them.

He was just glad that somebody was appreciating his work...until he noticed the teasing.

One of the men you were with make a mocking comment about you, at which the rest of the group laughed. You just frowned, hanging your head before wandering off to the other side of the room to examine the paintings on the wall, getting away from the mockery. You didn’t even know why you agreed to come with these so-called friends.

Vincent frowned at the comment, feeling angry on your behalf. How could they call themselves your friends and treat you like that?

But at least they had used your name so he now knew it. Y/n. He hoped Bo would be kind.

When it came to dealing with your group, both Lester and Vincent had asked Bo to take it easy on you, you had already had a rough time and they had both become a little sympathetic since meeting you and your fake friends.

Lucky for you, Bo’s irritated was also mostly aimed at your friends, you really had just seemed like a punchbag that they brought along.

Vincent was the one who ask that you be spared, connecting with you the most. Bo was against it but was slowly convinced by his brothers.

Once you started staying with the brothers, mostly against your will, it was Vincent that you gravitated towards. You communicated with him the best and he was always kind to you, even if he was very shy.

When you first met him, he had apologised for the way your friends treated you, telling you that he knew what it felt like to be mocked for something you couldn’t help. He also apologised for everything that happened since you wandered into Ambrose.

Despite the situation you found yourself in, it was pretty easy to get along with Vincent. You understood each other and a part of you was grateful for that, Vincent was very grateful for you.

Lester Sinclair

Lester had come across your group when you care broke down and you were all standing around it. You were standing a little but away from the group, a slightly sad expression on your face. So, Lester had approached you once he parked and hopped out of his truck.

He had asked you if somethign was wrong, if you needed help, and your eyes widened slightly when yous struggled to respond.

He was confused until one of your friends pretty much pushed you out of the way, annouchign that you couldn’t speak with a scoff before telling him that their car broke down.

Lester cleared his throat, not liking how they treated you even though he only just met you. He told them he could drive a few of you into town and visit the garage.

But then he turned right back to you, making your friends huff and roll their eyes in annoyance, like you were a burden to them.

“My brother don’t talk much either” Lester told you with a small but genuine smile.

‘Do you sign?’ you asked using sign language, figuring that he might be able to if his brother used it.

“Uh...kinda, I’m not very good at it” he confessed, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

‘Don’t worry, it’s okay’ you signed with a sincere smile, one that made him smile as well. You really didn’t mind, it just made you smile that he was addressing you and not treating you like you didn’t exist or like you were dumb...as your so-called friends seemed to do.

“C’mon, let me take ya into town, Bo at the garage can help ya out” his smile widened into something brighter, making you smile more as well, as he gestured towards his truck. Basically telling you that you were invited on the trip into town rather than being left behind.

‘Thank you’ you signed, thanking him for his kindness before following him back to his truck with two of your friends following behind, muttering to each other.

Once you got into town, Lester climbed out of the truck with you all. Your friends had brushed him off and headed to the garage for help. You, on the other hand, thanked him again instead of running off.

You were sure how it happened but the two of you fell into a charmingly awkward conversation. He would clumsily sign something, like he was trying to show off, but his heart would flutter whenever you giggled and gently corrected him.

So, while your shitty friends got on Bo’s last nerve, you continued to speak with Lester.

Of course, your kindness and instant connection led to Lester pleading with Bo to spare you, promising to make sure you didn’t run and promising to be responsible for you. He knew that you might never forgive him for what he was a apart of but he just couldn’t stomach hurting you.

#bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #slashers x reader #slasher x reader #slashers #slasher #My writing

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frostedfaves · 3 years

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Pairing: demon!Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary: You pick up on the lies in Wanda’s life and she decides to show you the truth.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, dark!fic, demon things™️, more hints at dom/sub because I’m a whore for demon!Wanda

A/N: I can’t believe that it’s been a month since I posted the last one 😭 I have some things planned for the next part and so on but I also kinda wanna take requests again??? idk we all know how I get overwhelmed easily with that so we’ll see what happens there. anyway tell me your thoughts on this please!

Previous part

Waking up feels like gasping for air after being trapped underwater. You aren’t sure how long you were asleep, but the mid afternoon traffic quickly alerts you of how much of the day has passed.

Despite your head feeling like it’s made of cement, you manage to stand up, slipping off thin pajamas as you walk into the bathroom and stop at the mirror. Your skin seems tender in places and you’re a little bit startled when there isn’t a single indication of the bite marks and scratches you feel, even after rubbing your eyes a few times and turning in every direction possible. Deciding to let it go for now, you reach for the shower stall to turn on the water, detouring to the bedroom instead when you hear your phone ringing.

“Hello?”

“You didn’t save my number, did you?”

“Wanda?” You pull the phone away long enough to quickly clear your throat. “I mean hey, Wanda! What makes you think I didn’t save your number?”

“You answered like you didn’t know who was going to be on the other end.”

“Okay, you caught me,” you admit after a moment of silence. “I promise I’ll save it as soon as we hang up. Anyway, what’s up?”

“Remember that pet adoption center you pointed out to me?” You acknowledge her with a hum. “I was thinking about getting a cat…Wanna tag along?”

“Absolutely! I was just about to shower though so I can be ready in an hour or so.”

“Perfect! I’ll text you when I’m outside.”

The two of you say your goodbyes and you keep your promise of saving her number, typing in her name and hesitating on the emoji keyboard. Realizing you’d spent far too much time contemplating this, you simply save what you have and hurry back to the bathroom, something in your brain urging you to not keep her waiting.

Within an hour, she sends you a text in all caps and a smiley face that tells you she’s arrived, and you can’t hide the fact that you’re surprised when you come outside and she’s waiting on the passenger side of the car.

“Hey! How are you?” she greets cheerily as she approaches you with a hug, and you shiver when her hand touches your lower back. “Are you cold?”

“No, I’m okay.” You smile and thank her when she opens the door for you, attempting to collect yourself as she crosses to the driver’s side again. “I’m really happy to see you again.”

“You are?”

“Yeah,” you admit quietly as she pulls away from the curb. “Is that such a bad thing?”

“No no, I just didn’t want to assume you were enjoying our time together as much as I was.”

She places her hand over yours while she glances at you, smiling as she squeezes your fingers and thigh lightly. You feel a rush of something traveling from the places she touched to your brain, only slightly aware of the fog settling in your mind.

“Well I didn’t want to be too enthusiastic about it and scare you away if all you wanted was friendship,” you clarify, meeting her eyes when she reaches a red light.

“I suppose you’re looking for more too, then.”

“I am now.”

The light turns green and she breaks eye contact, but the little smirk that follows tells you everything you need to know. At least, you hope it does.

“I think he’s the cutest one we’ve seen yet,” you comment about the kitten that hasn’t looked away from Wanda since you approached his area. “He seems really drawn to you, too.”

“How did he get the name ‘Baby Satan’?” Wanda inquires with an employee, who approaches you with a chuckle.

“It’s actually Baby Stan, because we used to have an adult cat named Stan as well and needed to tell the two apart. We were going to give him a new name but decided to leave that up to his new family.”

“It says ‘Baby Satan’ though,” you cosign with Wanda, gesturing to the extra A mixed in with the magnetic letters that spell the kitten’s name.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I don’t know how that got there,” the employee apologizes as she reaches over to fix the sign, and you watch her freeze as Wanda touches her arm.

“Don’t be sorry. Keep it; I want to adopt him.”

“Okay, right this way,” the employee mumbles as she turns awkwardly and stumbles over to a desk, and as the two of you follow her, you look back to see Baby Satan still staring at the woman beside you.

“What was that about?” you speak up finally once you’re in the car with her new furry friend, and Wanda frowns at you while fastening her seatbelt.

“What?”

“Why did that employee react to you like that? You touched her and she started acting really weird after.”

“Oh, Kim’s fine!” she assures you as she fixes her mirror before pulling out of the parking lot. “I actually asked her about that while you were looking at scratching posts and she said I’d overstepped her boundaries and made her uncomfortable. Don’t worry, I apologized and everything’s good again.”

“She told you her name?”

“She was wearing a name tag, babe.”

Babe...that’s new. Still, the sudden nickname doesn’t completely distract you from the fact that you’re certain there was no name tag on Kim’s uniform. You’re debating with yourself about bringing this up when you notice her heading toward Lane County.

“Are you taking me to your house?”

“Yeah, if you don’t mind.” She glances at you and over her shoulder toward Baby Satan before turning back to the road. “I figured I could introduce both of my kittens to the place they’ll be spending a lot of time in.”

Her fingers brush over your knee as “my kittens” leaves her lips, and you’re almost embarrassed when your hips involuntarily buck slightly. Noticing the small change in your behavior, she takes advantage of your head turned toward your own window and allows her instincts to continue driving while she stares at you, placing her palm on your thigh and rubbing circles on the fabric covering it that brings her closer and closer to your core.

“Home, sweet home,” Wanda announces as she pulls her wandering hand away to park the car, jumping out a second later and grabbing her furry son from the backseat. “Hey there, Baby S.”

You step out of the car in a similar fashion of pulling yourself out of a swimming pool, taking in the fresh air and trying to relax yourself as you follow her into the apartment building. The hallways reflect the quiet and clean neighborhood as you make your way into the elevator and up to the 6th floor, suddenly entering the most empty apartment you’ve ever seen.

Of course there’s furniture: a couch with a TV mounted on the nearest wall, a dining table with a set of matching chairs, a few stools placed at the island and kitchen appliances that are shiny and new. But there isn’t any personal artwork, posters, books or even just a lamp that you could tell Wanda purchased herself with one glance.

“Are you staying in an AirBNB or something?” you ask as she carefully places Baby Satan’s carrier next to the couch, and she chuckles.

“I guess technically it was one before I moved in, but I’ve been here for two years.”

“Okay...so where are your pictures?”

“What?”

“Where are your pictures?” you repeat, maintaining a steady voice despite the expression she gives you as she faces you again. “Pictures of your family, friends, you as a child?”

“If you knew my family, you’d understand why you don’t see them here.” She startles you by practically growling her words but you press further.

“Okay but you also said you love plants and we’re the only living things in here.” You step back to put more space between you while quiet shuffling noises are heard inside the carrier. “What’s really going on here?”

You can easily spot the shift in Wanda’s emotions: going from defensive, arms crossed and eyes glaring to resigned with slightly sagging shoulders and a defeated sigh.

“Fine, you got me.” She bends over to pick up the carrier again and passes you on her way to the door, stopping a few feet away. “If you’re serious about pursuing a relationship with me, then I should probably show you my real home.”

“I don’t know...”

“Come on, love.” She comes just close enough to bring your hand into hers and a tingle spreads through your body, causing you to pull away but her grip only tightens. “I promise I’m not going to hurt you, and this is the only time I’ve lied.”

You find yourself being drawn closer to her, and an almost familiar feeling washes over you when her thumb begins rubbing gentle circles into your jaw. The metal on her ring is so cold it almost burns upon contact, yet you nuzzle into her more with each pass along your skin.

“Don’t you want to be good for me without being forced to your knees first?”

If the fog surrounding your consciousness wasn’t so thick, you might’ve been shocked by this side of her, so calm yet demanding you serve her. But the hand on your jaw seemed to cover every inch of your body and sink into your nervous system, forcing you to fall into her and let her lead you back to the car with a simple arm around your waist. You’re buckled into the passenger seat again and a slightly blurry grin greets you from behind the wheel seconds later.

“I can’t wait to make you mine.”

Your head falls against the car window as she drives to the edge of Lane County, and your altered vision picks up on businesses turning into isolated suburbs into grassy fields into forests. You travel along narrow, winding roads past the tallest of trees with very few spaces in between, and your hazy state of mind prevents you from panicking when Wanda turns onto a dirt path that doesn’t even seem to be safe for bicycles. The wheels bump along the forest floor until she comes to a stop just outside of a two foot dwelling, similar to a cave.

Once the two of you are out of the car again, she holds your hand with her free one until you reach the cave, instructing you to sit in front of it while she does the same. She places her palm on the door, and her rings seem to come alive as they interact with it for a few moments before it swings open and the three of you are sent flying through a tunnel. You land with a groan on the hard floor and dust yourself off as you carefully stand, any questions dying in your throat as you face Wanda again, now standing before you in her true form.

“Welcome home.”

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belphies-cuhm-sluht · 3 years

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hii,can I request the brothers (or juts Mammon & Satan) with a chubby MC who is very self aware of her weight so she gets extremely nervous when they hug her or touch a part of her body that she doesn't specifically likes?

If you can make this,thank you so much♥

Brothers With A Chubby GN!MC (Headcanons)

Lucifer

It had been a long day for him, meeting with Lord Diavolo always tired him out and coming home to you was always the highlight of his day. As soon as he saw you it was like a massive weight lifted off his shoulders, a fresh breath of relief.

His arms wrapped around you from behind as you stood at the bathroom sink, just having finished your nightly routine so you could climb into bed. He felt you slightly stiffen at his touch, a reaction that you always had whenever he hugged you, a reaction that he didn’t quite understand. His eyes watched your own in the mirror, following them down to where his hands laid on your body. You didn’t have to say anything for him to understand now, although he didn’t understand why it would make you react the way you did. He never understood the human realms standards for beauty or attractiveness.

He kissed along your neck, loosening his arms to glide his hands along your body, his eyes focusing on your face in the mirror. “You’re absolutely perfect, darling. I don’t want you to forget that. I adore everything about you.”

Mammon

He often did sneaky hugs, running up behind you and shaking his arms around you. He always held onto you so long, resting his chin on your shoulder and swaying side to side, just genuinely enjoying being able to hold you.

He was also absolutely oblivious to how nervous it made you, how self conscious you felt when he had you that close to him. This time was just a little worse though, his hands roaming a little more than they usually did, and you grabbed his hands, quickly pulling them off of you as you stepped away from him, laughing nervously.

“What’sa matter? Ya don’t wanna hug from The Great Mammon?” He noticed you covering yourself, wrapping your arms around your stomach, trying to hide yourself. “Oi, why’re ya hiding’ yerself from me?”

You’ll have to explain to him a couple times because honestly, he just doesn’t get it. You’re clearly the most beautiful person he’s ever laid his eyes on, and he doesn’t understand why you can’t see that as well.

“There ain’t nuthin wrong with ya! Yer hot…” Now he’s a little nervous because he’s not used to being that forward with you, but he’s doing his best and he doesn’t want you to feel bad about yourself ever, so if he has to keep awkwardly telling you how attractive you are to him, he’s gonna do it. “Yer my human, I been chasin after ya since ya got down here… Ain’t nuthin gonna change that.”

Leviathan

You always sat between his legs while he was gaming, his arms wrapped loosely around you or resting on your lap as he held the controller. He would feel you nervously shuffle, trying to make it so that his hands never actually touched you, but he just assumed that you needed to stretch out or that maybe that your legs fell asleep. It was to be expected, especially since he usually games in five hour sessions.

After a while, he started to realize though that you only ever did the little shuffle when his hands were laid on your thighs, or if his arms were wrapped a little too snuggly around you. It made him self conscious, and while he didn’t want you to think it bothered him, even though it did, he wanted to know what was wrong.

“D-Do you not want me to touch you?” It was inevitable that he’d catch on at some point, but you hadn’t planned what you were going to say once he did. It felt weird to talk about these things, especially with the guy that you loved. You didn’t want him to look at you differently, it was embarrassing.

You finally got the courage to tell him how you felt and what the real problem was. He actually looked hurt that you felt that way about yourself. He tossed his controller to the side, holding you tightly against him as he buried his face in your neck. “Please don’t feel that way… y-you’re so cute… I-I like holding you like this… I like you… n-no matter what…”

Satan

He was intuitive, he could read you like a book. That was both a pro and a con of dating him, you could never keep things a surprise or a secret from him, he just knew too much.

He walked into your room, standing just out of sight as you looked over yourself in the mirror. He knew exactly what you were doing, running your hands over your body, your lips turned down into a pout as you did. He hated seeing you judge yourself, and he knew that in your mind you were picking yourself apart, mentally pointing out what you believed to be flaws, but all he saw was a gorgeous human, his gorgeous human.

“Look how beautiful you are…” He murmured from the doorway, finally catching your attention. You quickly turned around, but he was already there, standing in front of you. His smile was soft, sweet and adoring as he looked you over. “My beautiful kitten. Look at you…” He turned you around, facing you towards the mirror as he traced his fingers lightly over your body.

“You know, some people think even the most beautiful things aren’t that… but it shouldn’t matter what other people think. What you think is the most important… and as long as you don’t see the beauty in yourself, you’ll never be happy… but…” He turned you back around, tilting your head up with his finger under your chin, leaning in closer and pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “If you need help finding your beauty, I’ll gladly show you, every single day… because I see it everywhere with you.”

Asmodeus

Shopping was something that you did often with Asmo, it was a weekly routine and something you both looked forward to once Saturday rolled around. This time was different though, and you were feeling… down about yourself lately. The good thing about Asmo was that he was usually so focused on himself that he didn’t really notice that change in your demeanor, not until you got to the store at least.

“Oh! Look at this! It’ll look lovely on you! Try it on for me, I want to see you in it!” He was always like this. He wasn’t just your boyfriend, he was also your personal stylist, picking clothes, shoes, and accessories that he knew would be great on you. Usually the clothes he picked made you feel sexy, hot, attractive, but as you looked at the outfit he picked out for you it almost made you cringe. It was tightly fitting, that much you could see just from him holding it up. You hadn’t even put it on yet and you were already embarrassed. “What’s wrong, love? Don’t worry, no one else will see you in it. I’ll go into the dressing room with you!” That just made you feel worse, your eyes widening at his suggestion as you quickly shook your head.

The dressing room was filled with mirrors on each side, you couldn’t escape your reflection even if you wanted to. You didn’t want to look at yourself, it just made you feel more self conscious, you hated it. There was nothing wrong with the outfit, nothing at all, the main problem, at least to you, is that you were in it. “Is everything alright in there?” His voice came from right outside the door and you wanted to crawl under a rock and hide there, but you couldn’t, and Asmo was going to come in soon if you weren’t coming out, so you might as well show him.

“Ahhh! Look at you! Perfection!” He squealed as you stepped out, rushing over to you and wrapping his arms around you. “How did I get so lucky to find someone just as beautiful as I am?” He had felt you stiffen in his arms, and he took a step back, his face contorted with worry. “Did I hurt you?” You shook your head no, your voice barely a whisper as you told him what was wrong and he almost looked insulted when you told him. “I don’t think that at all… Don’t say that about yourself. You’re the most stunning human I’ve ever laid my eyes on! I’m not going to let you think any differently, so I’ll just tell you everyday starting now. Also, you look amazing in that outfit, and I’m definitely buying it for you for our date tonight!”

Beelzebub

He came home from the gym, sweat dripping from everywhere as he walked through the door. You were standing at the kitchen counter, making him something to eat, knowing he’d be more hungry than usual. It was always like that after he worked out, and you made sure to have something prepared for him when he’d come home so he didn’t have to raid the fridge.

“You’re the best, honey. Thank you.” He came into the kitchen, wrapping one arm around your waist as he stood to your side, leaning in to kiss the top of your head. You tensed up a little, and he quickly pulled his arm away, smiling sheepishly down at you. “Sorry… I know I’m all sweaty. I’ll go shower first.” Now you felt bad for making him think that it was his fault that you seemed disgusted. It wasn’t with him, it was with yourself, but you knew he wouldn’t understand if you told him. To Beel, you were as beautiful as an angel, and he didn’t even understand how he got lucky enough to have you. If he knew that you felt bad about yourself, it would upset him, and he’d immediately blame himself, somehow finding a reason that your feelings were his fault. He was already sprinting up the stairs to take a shower, giving you time to think of how to tell him how you felt without making him assume that he was somehow the cause for those feelings.

When he came back down the stairs he had a wide smile on his face, bounding over to you and pulling you into the tightest bear hug, picking you up and spinning you around, but he immediately noticed that you tensed up again. “I took a shower… Do I still stink?” He took a step back, and you quickly shook your head, taking a deep breath before telling him what was really wrong. His mouth fell open as he looked at you, really looked at you. “What do you mean? I don’t see anything wrong with you…” He was practically studying you, trying to find the “flaws” that you thought you had, but he legitimately couldn’t find any. In Beels eyes, you were flawless, and you couldn’t change his mind. “I love you no matter what. I love who you are, inside and out, everything about you.” He shrugged as if it was a simple thing, and to him it was. Loving you was as simple as taking a bite out of the sandwich you had made him. “There must be something wrong with the mirrors making you think that… Maybe I can be your mirror… I’ll tell you how wonderful you look! That’s a good idea, I’ll do that.”

Belphegor

Nighttime was his favorite time with you. He had you all to himself, his brothers weren’t constantly trying to get your attention, it was just you and him. It was perfect. He got to hold you close against him, just how he liked it. Tonight was no different, besides the fact that you didn’t want to be held by him, you didn’t want his arms around you, and you couldn’t seem to get far enough to the edge of the bed. It wasn’t anything against him, nothing at all, it was all you.

“Are you hot or something?” He asked from beside you, he sounded confused, which was reasonable. You were still wrapped in blankets, and honestly, you were freezing. It would be nice to have him hold you, he was always so warm, but you didn’t want him to touch you, you were feeling so self conscious, it was awful. You hummed in agreement, not expecting him to reach over and pull the blankets off of you himself before scooting closer and wrapping his arm around you anyway. “There, now you won’t get overheated.” He nestled into the crook of your neck and you could feel him smiling, but you were stiff as a board. “Are you alright?” He pulled back just enough to try to look at you even though it was dark.

You weren’t alright, but you didn’t even know how you’d tell him what the real problem was. There was no simple way to openly tell the person that you love all of your flaws, it was humiliating. There was the chance that once you brought them up, he wouldn’t be able to look at you the same, and you didn’t want to lose him because of that. “Hey. You’re not alright, you’re being too quiet… and you’re not even hot. You feel cold… What’s wrong?” You didn’t want to lie to him, and you didn’t want him to assume anything either.

You rolled over, pulling the blankets back up again to cover yourself before explaining everything to him. He was quiet for a bit before rolling you back over and wrapping his arm around you. “You’re funny…” He sighed, nuzzling back into your neck and kissing along it. “You really think I care about that kind of stuff? I don’t care about looks, and even if I did… You’re flawless.” He pushed himself up just enough to kiss your cheek before laying back down, sighing softly. “I love you… Now get some sleep.”

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gladerwolfstarkimagines · 3 years

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Imagine Sokka daring you to ask Zuko out and him actually saying yes

"Sokka no I can’t" you cried as Sokka told you the penance of your failed bet.

You’d had a competition to see who could eat the most fire flakes and Sokka had won meaning he got to dare you to do absolutely anything...

"A dare’s a dare y/n” Sokka smirked in reply “do you want to get blacklisted when i tell everyone you broke a promise" Sokka asked. You sighed "but Sokka...Zuko just broke up with Mai a month ago...it’s insensitive and insulting!". Sokka scoffed "pft if anything this is just was Zuko needs! Men have pretty fragile egos y/n so getting asked out by an attractive girl is always amazing for self-esteem". You frowned "but it’ll be so awkward!". "Nahhhh Zuko won’t tell anyone he said no, he’s thoughtful like that! And if it does become awkward then you can tell him it was a dare...after 2 weeks have passed". You sighed "you're really going to make me do this aren’t you?". Sokka grinned "what do you think?".

So you and Sokka made your way through the palace to Zuko’s study. Suki was on guard with Ty lee and Sokka smirked as you groaned at the small audience "Sokka i can’t!". "Y/n when i lost a bet and you dared me to put two fish hooks through my thumb again did i say i can’t do it?". "No....". "I had two fish hooks in my thumb y/n" Sokka said and you smirked at the memory "hah yeah....but this is different". "No it’s not, do it or i’ll never speak to you again!". Sokka turned away from you and you sighed grabbing him "fine fine! Just don’t tell Suki or Ty lee okay?". Sokka nodded and you made your way closer. "Hey guys what's going on?" Suki asked and Sokka smiled "ow nothing y/n just has urgent business with Zuko". You glared but nodded "i need to talk to him, do you know if he’s free?". Suki nodded her head "yeah he should be, he’s just looking over his itinerary for tomorrow". "Off you go y/n" Sokka grinned and you glared before walking to the door. You knocked lightly and heard Zuko call come in. You opened the door quickly and stepped inside. Zuko was sat at the other end of the room buried in papers on a large desk. He didn’t look up when you entered and obviously assumed you were Suki or someone. "What is...y/n?" he asked looking and you nodded. "Hi" you said awkwardly. You were aware you were stood pressed up against the door and tried to look a little more relaxed so took a step forwards "i need to talk to you about something but if this is a bad time...". "No it’s fine" Zuko said standing up "please take a seat” he said gesturing to the chair in front of his desk. You walked across the room your heart hammering in your chest and sat down. You were breathing heavily and tapped your fingers against the armrest nervously. Unsurprisingly Zuko noticed "y/n are you okay? Whatever is wrong i promise i’ll do everything i can to help". You laughed awkwardly "you should probably wait to hear what i’m asking you before you promise that". Zuko paused "okay, so ask me". You took a deep breath and stared at the floor "i was just...well i wondering if you...and you can say no of course...if you would like to maybe do something together sometime?". Zuko blinked "what? Are you asking me out on a date?". You nodded your head cheeks red "yes". Zuko sat back in his chair "wow i did not expect that...i had no idea you liked me at all". Sokka had told you you had to make it convincing or you weren’t playing up to your part of the deal. So you glanced at Zuko and thought about what you did like about the firelord. “I’m good at hiding things i guess but i mean...a lot of people like you and it makes sense". "It does?" Zuko asked and you nodded "of course, for one you're very impressive. Firelord and a talented fire bender. Not to mention you’re attractive and have nice hair...plus you’re smart and very kind. It’s actually one of the first things i noticed, how nice you were. I guess that’s the thing i like most about you, most fire nation people are guarded or cold but you’re down to earth and normal” you smiled before realising you’d gotten off-topic. You coughed nervously “so erm...yeah that's why i asked you out". Zuko stared at you in shock and you looked back down at the floor. "But i get you only just broke up with Mai...Sokka said one month was long enough but i wasn’t sure... but anyway if it’s not enough time or you just don’t want to go out with me that’s fine, I understand". Time stretched on and wanting nothing more to get out of the room your looked up "Zuko?". He blinked and looked at you "yes". "What are you thinking?" you asked and Zuko’s face softened in amusement. He smiled at you his whole face brightening and spoke softly “i just told you, my answer is yes, I’d love to go on a date with you".

You stumbled out of Zuko’s office and stood frozen in place. What had just happened? Sokka spotted you and yelled your name "y/n! There she is!". You walked towards him still staring at the ground dazed and Ty lee frowned "y/n are you okay?". "She’s fine" Sokka said throwing an arm around you "now excuse us ladies but we’ve got plans" and Sokka led you away. He chatted happily about how great his prank had been and how funny it was. "I mean i’d have paid to see Zuko’s face! I bet he was so shocked....y/n why aren’t you saying anything, you did ask him didn’t you?”. You nodded your head "i did". "And did he react surprised?". "Very" you agreed and Sokka laughed "i knew it! Aww well no matter you’ve boosted Zuko’s ego after his break up so that’s good. Do we have to leave the fire nation now though so it’s not totally awkward between you and Zuko?". "I can't leave the fire nation" you said suddenly and Sokka paused "what why?". "Because i’ve got a date with the firelord this weekend".

"WHAT" Sokka cried. "I have a date with the firelord this weekend" you repeated and Sokka’s jaw dropped. "He said yes?". You nodded your head "yes...he said 1 month was long enough and he’s ready to move on from Mai". "Wowwwwww i did not expect this" Sokka blinked. "You didn’t expect it!" you yelled "Sokka i thought i’d be humiliated and then it’d be done, now i have this amazing guy taking me out on a date". Sokka paused "wait so how is that bad?". You frowned "because i lied to Zuko! This was all a dare and if Zuko ever finds out he’ll hate me!". Sokka grabbed your shoulders "hey don’t worry he won’t find out! We're the only two who know and i’ll never tell him". “But Sokka” you whined and Sokka rolled his eyes "okay honesty time! So i told you to ask Zuko out because the two of you have had hopeless crushes on each other since he first joined the group". Your jaw dropped and you stared at Sokka "i have not!". Sokka rolled his eyes again "y/n at the western air temple you were so obvious, the two of you would always end up near each other...you volunteered to show him to his room, you disappeared with him for 2 days on that adventure...". "Hey you had a field trip with Zuko too!". "But after yours" Sokka cried "you started it with him". You blushed and looked away "i’ll admit i’ve always found Zuko attractive but i...i never planned on dating him". "Well lucky for you i intervened". You shook your head but smiled "you said we both did..so you think Zuko likes me too?". "Well if the fact he said yes to your date isn’t enough proof...then YES! You must’ve noticed how awkward he gets around you". You paused “I...I’m usually wondering how awkward I’m coming across to him so don’t notice”. Sokka shook his head “and you didn’t think you liked him, y/n you’re hopeless”. You glared “watch it i’m still angry with you, you’ve got to help me not mess this up! You know I can’t be left to my own devices”. Sokka nodded “okay fine I’ll save the day again! We’ll go over where he’ll take you, what you can talk about, how you deal with him being royalty, the whole package!”. You grinned starting to feel relaxed “thanks Sokka”. “Well not everything mind you” Sokka smirked “I’ll leave the end of the night kiss for Zuko to demonstrate”. Your cheeks went bright red and Sokka burst out laughing. You reached to throttle him but he danced away from you and headed to the door “no fighting lover girl, training for your date begins tomorrow so get some rest and try not to dream about a certain fire lord too much okay?”. You threw a cushion at the door which Sokka just closed in time and shook your head at the situation you’d gotten yourself into. A date with Zuko who just so happened to be an insanely hot powerful world leader...Sokka had picked a really good dare.

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the-bau-quinjet · 3 years

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Summary: Steve thinks you’re too young to like him despite the obvious hints you’re dropping.

Warnings: unspecified age gap

Word count: 2246

a/n: I’ve clearly spent too much time on TikTok recently, but inspired me to write something so that's good. It was loosely based on a request for a young reader x Steve, but I forgot part of the request so I'm gonna write something else for that one! Also, I wrote this on my phone so please excuse any typos I missed when trying to edit it lol

Masterlist

Messing with Steve is one of your favorite things to do. Tiny pranks, over the top flirting, poking fun at his lack of understanding of technology. Anything you can do to get him to roll his eyes and chuckle.

Nat would say it’s because of your feelings for him. She would be correct. Not that you’d ever admit that to anyone. Nope. So instead, you have your fun, and enjoy the way his eyes crinkle and his cheeks redden.

Your newest method of hearing the sweet sound of Steve’s laugh? TikTok. It’s a double whammy. One because he doesn’t understand the app and two because a lot of the trends make him blush.

It started as a fun way to blow off steam. Sometimes, being one of the younger and newer team members made you feel like an outsider. Of course, Peter was younger than you, but he had his own friends outside of the team. You didn’t have anyone else. When Tony found you and invited you to join, it was you against the world. Now you have this makeshift family.

Having your account on TikTok helped you when you hadn’t really become a part of the group yet. You bonded with Peter because of his account, and you found a new way to make Steve blush.

Anyway, you’ve learned way more TikTok dances than you ever would have thought just to see his pink cheeks. It’s not even always over the top dances that have him chuckling. The last trend you did had him laughing the entire day. It was that sound about Wednesday Adams having one thing on her mind. Only when it said homicide, instead of a deadpan expression you panned the camera to show Bucky and Sam arguing over who got the last donut.

Of course, you knew when you made the video it would appeal to Steve’s sense of humor. Sam and Bucky feature in a lot of your videos for that exact reason.

In general, you make a lot of videos featuring the Avengers just to keep Tony happy. He likes to be the center of attention, plus the only way he would approve of your account was if it could also feature as PR for the team. You agreed, as long as you had final say over what you posted. There’s nothing scripted or designed for a specific reason, you just feature the team sometimes.

Like when that sound from the Big Bang theory was popular amongst Avengers fans, you made a video confessing to Pepper that you’d been thinking about the Avengers, panning to show the team during training.

Of course, the text on the screen said “you are an Avenger” instead of “I believe that”, allowing you to play off the joke. But still, it was fun to include the team.

One of your favorite videos features none other than Scott Lang, mostly because nobody else would do it. Scott thought it was hilarious though.

Using the sound from New Girl, Scott played Schmidt and you Jess. The text on the screen read as follows:

Scott: You just walk around all day thinking about America’s Ass?

You: Yeah, don’t you?

Scott: No! How do you get anything done?

You: It’s hard…

Steve blushed like crazy when everyone cornered him to watch it. Bucky, Sam, and Tony wouldn’t stop bringing it up for at least a month. A part of you hoped he might make a move after that video, seeing as you put yourself out there, but he just assumed it was a joke and laughed it off.

Honestly, you were running out of trends that you could use to get him to understand your feelings. You only had two ideas left, and one of them would be mortifying if it didn’t work out…

“Steve. You’ve got to be kidding me.” Bucky sighed, exasperated with Steve for the umpteenth time that month. “You’ve been pining for forever, just make a move!” he whisper yelled, doing his best not to throttle his lifelong friend.

Steve rolled his eyes, purposefully ignoring Bucky’s pointed glare. The two men had spent the last hour looking through your TikTok account. Bucky was adamant that you liked Steve, but the blonde didn’t believe it, despite the so called proof Bucky kept forcing him to watch.

“Buck, would you please just back off? We’re friends. She’s too young to want to be with me like that.” Steve blushed, thinking about the context of his words.

Before Bucky could say anything about how repressing his feelings is bad for him, a new video popped up on your account. Bucky smirked when he saw the thumbnail was once again a picture of Steve, this time with a beard. Steve took the silence as an opportunity to escape, walking into his closet to change.

The video opened with a video of you and Natasha just hanging out, you lip syncing to the words “I like you have a cupcake.” You repeated the words as the video cut to you and Tony.

Bucky nearly dropped the phone when “smack my ass like a drum” blared from the speaker. He cackled bending over in a fit of laughter when he realized that’s what Steve’s picture was used for- and one where he had a beard to boot.

“What is it now, jerk?” Steve emerged from his closet, having changed into loungewear. The sight of Bucky fully cackling had him nervous.

Bucky tossed him the phone, doing his best to stop laughing long enough to tell him to watch the most recent video. With a hesitant sigh, Steve obliged.

Again, Bucky rolled his eyes at how obvious Steve’s feelings were. The second he saw you on the screen, he smiled. And not one of those half hearted polite smiles, a full on happy smile.

Steve’s eyes widened, nearly bulging out of his head when he got to the end of the video.

“‘She doesn’t want to be with me like that.’” Bucky mocked his friends earlier words, grabbing his phone back. “Punk, I don’t know how much more obvious she could be.”

With one more glare in Steve’s direction, Bucky finally left him to his own thoughts. Okay, so you made a lot of videos about how you find him attractive. That doesn’t necessarily mean you’d want to be in a relationship with him. Leave it to Steve to talk himself out of everything Bucky had spent so long trying to convince him of.

You were desperate at this point. You honestly thought the cupcake one would send him over the edge, but it didn’t work either. It has been three days, and you know Steve’s seen the video because everyone likes to tease him about it.

“Naaaaaat, it’s not working,” you whined, dramatically throwing yourself onto her bed. She laughed at your antics, briefly looking up at you before deciding to stop what she was going and give you her full attention.

“Look, not only is Steve one of the most clueless people I’ve ever met when it comes to women, but he can also talk himself out of believing someone’s interested in him. Especially you.” Nat watched as you lifted your head from her comforter, slowly turning to stare at her with narrowed eyes.

“Especially me?” you questioned. Why would you have a different standard?

“Y/N, Steve’s from the 40s. He’s super old fashioned. You're a hot young thing, super up to date on modern trends. He thinks you're just messing around as friends because he doesn’t believe someone as young as you would be interested in actually having a relationship with him,” she spelt it out for you, sick of trying to get you to figure it out on your own.

You took a minute to fully understand what she was saying, but then sat up when a new idea struck. “So you’re saying I need to be more direct?”

Her eyes narrowed, but she nodded nonetheless.

“I’ve got an idea. Thanks Nat!” you ran from the room before she could question your newest plan, instead checking to make sure her notifications were on for posts from your TikTok account.

“Steve!” you shouted when you saw him down the hall, about to turn a corner. He immediately stopped, turning back to see you running at him. “I need your help!”

You pulled him into the gym, briefly glancing around the room to make sure it was empty. Confirming nobody else was present, you set up your phone on one of the weight racks to record the two of you. It was already open to the recording section of TikTok, the sound you needed queued and ready to begin.

“What’s going on?” Steve looked between you and the phone, nerves heightening as he realized what you were doing. All of your videos about him thus far hasn’t actually involved him filming anything.

“I just need you to react to this trend, okay? It’s kind of old, but that doesn’t really matter,” you spoke quickly, trying to start the video before he could decline.

The music started playing instantly, with Steve awkwardly looking between the screen and you. He wasn’t sure what exactly he was reacting to, and it had him on edge. Just as the song reached the chorus, you turned and grabbed his face. Throwing caution to the wind, you followed through with your plan before you could back out, kissing him with all the passion and emotion you’d been holding back.

Steve froze, clearly surprised by your actions. Before you could pull away, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer. He kissed you with equal passion and emotion, no longer paying attention to your phone recording the moment.

Neither of you noticed when the music cut off, too wrapped up in each other. When the need for air overpowered the desire to keep kissing him, you pulled back to gasp in a few breaths. Steve leaned his forehead against yours, eyes closed and breathing erratic.

The two do you spent the next few moments just breathing, trying to come to terms with what just happened. You gasped when his hands moved, one resting on your waist and the other cupping your cheek. His eyes were still closed when you chanced a glance at him.

“What was the trend?” he breathily whispered the words, still coming down from the high of kissing you.

“Huh?” you mumbled, unable to comprehend the question when he was still touching you like this.

“The TikTok trend? What was it?” his grip on your hip tightened, but his hand framing your face remained gentle.

“Oh, uh, it was- it was kissing your best friend/crush.” You whispered, heart still racing from his proximity. Your nerves had never been greater. Yeah, Nat always tells you that Steve has feelings for you, but what if he was just being polite? Maybe he didn’t know how to reject you when you kissed him out of nowhere, and now he’s trying to find a way to turn you down gently. What if-

“Was my reaction good enough to post?” he broke your train of thought with another question. You took a minute to think about the question, your brain still moving like molasses

“Um, that depends…” you froze when his eyes opened and stared into yours.

“On?” he prompted you to continue.

“Which caption I can use.” you finished the thought, finally remembering the two most common outcomes of the trend.

“What are the choices?” Steve smirked when you looked flustered, clearly not expecting this conversation.

“Uh, the two-” he began rubbing small circles into your hip with his thumb, effectively cutting off your train of thought again. It wasn’t until he lightly squeezed your hip again that you remember you were answering his question.

“Right! The two most common captions are some variation of ‘this was so awkward’ or ‘we’re dating now’,” you managed to blurt out the choices, blushing when he smiled at you.

“Well, I know which I prefer…” you waited with bated breath as he prolonged the silence, enjoying seeing you so on edge. You nearly whined when he let you go, moving to pick up your phone from the weight rack.

You watched in silence as he typed out a caption, tapping each letter with his pointer finger. A small smile formed on your lips at his adorable old man behavior. He then managed to find the post button, adding the video to your account before handing you the phone to see what he chose.

Your smile only grew after you read the caption, dropping the phone and immediately kissing him again.

Meanwhile, Nat had gathered the rest of the team that happened to be around to wait for whatever video you had planned to be posted.

Tony, Sam, Bucky, Wanda, Vision, Peter, and Clint all watched as the new video popped up on the screen. Peter bounced with excitement when he heard the song, instantly recognizing the trend. The rest of the group watched as you kissed Steve, mouths gaping open when he actually kissed you back.

Fans were already commenting about how long it took for the two of you to get together, but the team was too focused on laughing at the caption to pay any mind to the comments.

She said the trend was kind of old, but that fits because I’ve got a habit of waiting too long anyways.

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