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dessarious · 3 years

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How the Sirens Adopted a Ladybug Pt5

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They ate mostly in silence with Ladybug refusing to look at any of them. The Kwami were all cuddled up against her obviously trying to offer emotional support. Every time she managed to calm herself down Selina would look over at the girl and her rage would build up again. She was going to have to find an outlet for it in order to stay here.

“So why haven’t you asked for help from the European Justice League?” The full body flinch she got in response gave her a target for that rage. She mumbled something that Selina couldn’t hear. “What was that?”

“I don’t think they believed anything was happening. Eventually they just told me that if I couldn’t handle butterflies I shouldn’t consider myself a hero. They had real problems to deal with.” Oh she was definitely sicking Bruce on those idiots once she figured out what was going on. “In their defense once I cast my cure there’s no visible damage so unless one of them had been here during an attack it really doesn’t seem real.” Great, now she was making excuses for heroes who absolutely should know better.

“I don’t care what they thought, that’s unacceptable behavior. You mentioned something about others that were helping you?” She flinched and curled in on herself.

“You should tell them. Plagg’s right, I think they can help.” Most of the other Kwami looked surprised at Tikki’s words. Ladybug somehow just seemed to get smaller.

“Kiddo, the three of us are the last to judge, trust me. We just want to help.” Harley’s voice was gentle and the girl peeked at her before looking back at her hands. Plagg flew up to her shoulder and was whispering in her ear. Eventually she took a deep breath and pulled her knees into her chest.

“At first it was just Chat Noir and me. It was okay for a while. He was always goofing around and flirting but he was there. But things happened and he didn’t want there to be secrets even though it was for our own safety. The Guardian chose what information we got when and he trusted me more than he did Chat, especially the more he pushed. He let me choose temporary holders and that just pissed Chat off more. He started becoming unreliable. Not showing up to fights, spending patrols trying to convince me to reveal my identity. Then he revealed himself to the other holders and got them to do the same. I refused and he convinced the others that I wasn’t trustworthy. I had to take his Miraculous. Too many people knew who he was. After that I couldn’t use any of the others even if they had been willing and I didn’t know anyone else I could trust. Then the Guardian… he got sick and turned his responsibilities over to me. So now I use whichever Miraculous I need for any given battle.”

“And what about your living situation?” She shook her head but it seemed more like an automatic reaction than an answer.

“That could compromise my identity.” Plagg and Tikki both flew in front of her face with their arms crossed.

“You need to tell them. Keeping your identity from Chat and the others was necessary and as we’ve seen showed good instincts on your part, but this is different.” Tikki’s voice sounded encouraging but strained. Their worry was obvious.

“But-”

“No buts Kit.” Plagg pointed to Selina. “She’s one of mine and there’s no malice toward you in any of them. We’re done watching you suffer alone. Not to mention you haven’t had a chance to breathe in months let alone grieve properly.” Selina shared a confused look with the other two. Plagg referring to her as theirs was odd but she was more worried about the grieving comment. Tears welled in Ladybug’s eyes and she shook her head again.

“I can’t.” The words were choked and the rest of the Kwami cuddled further into the girl while Plagg and Tikki just looked at each other.

“Will you let us tell them?” She hunched in further on herself but before she could say anything Tikki let out a string of what sounded like curses. Selina had no idea what language it was in. “There’s an Akuma.” Ladybug let out a tired breath.

“What time is it?”

“School just started. Which one do you think it is this time?” Plagg’s snark just got annoyed noises from all the Kwami. Ladybug stood and started towards the window. “Kit you’re not transformed.”

“Oh right.” Tikki disappeared and there was another flash of light around the girl.

“Why don’t we go with you? I’d like to see exactly what’s going on.” She frowned in thought.

“If you want, but I need you to stay back and not interfere. It’s bad enough trying to keep the others out of harm's way and I really don’t have the energy to look after anyone else and still defeat the Akuma.” As soon as she said it she was out the window.

“What do you think she meant by others?” Harley sounded like she had a guess at the answer, but wanted someone to give her a different one.

“I have a bad feeling that her former help are still trying to pretend they’re heroes. That or they’re actively trying to sabotage her. Or possibly both.” Given what had been said about Chat Noir, she wouldn’t be surprised.

“We should head out and find a good vantage point.” Ivy was just staring out the window but it seemed like she was looking inward.

“I just need to grab my jacket. And for now we respect her wish for no interference, unless it’s a matter of life and death for her, agreed?” Harley and Ivy both gave a nod but neither looked happy about it. Ten minutes later, as they stood on a roof watching Ladybug taking hits for a bunch of idiots who wouldn’t leave the area, Selina wasn’t either. As soon as the fight was over they moved in closer to see what the morons had to say for themselves.

“Looking a bit ragged there M’Lady. Are you ready to admit you were wrong yet? All I want is an apology and a reveal and things can go back to the way they were.” Selina had to grab Harley to stop her from lunging at the boy who spoke but Ladybug shot him a flat look.

“Go back to what exactly? You refusing to respect my boundaries and throwing tantrums during a fight, or you just not showing up at all?” The boy sputtered indignantly and she turned to leave but a different one, the one who’d been possessed started yelling at her.

“Aren’t you even going to ask what upset me so much I got Akumatized? You used to actually care about people.” Ladybug just crossed her arms and waited. “Someone I thought was my friend just moved away without telling anyone! Can you believe that?” That just brought a confused look from the hero as she scanned the others assembled. For some reason that seemed to annoy the girl more. “Marinette! She just up and left without telling anyone!”

“I’m sorry, did you all just now notice she was gone?” Disbelief was the main thing in her tone, but there was hurt there as well.

“What do you mean just now? Don’t act like it’s our fault she decided to bail on her friends.” Ladybug was just staring at all of them like they’d lost their minds.

“Some friends considering it took you six months to notice she was missing in the first place.” There was a blonde girl leaning against a nearby building that Selina would swear wasn’t there a minute about.

“She’s not missing. Her parents sold their business and the family moved.” The blonde looked like she was going to fire back but Ladybug spoke first.

“Believe what you want, you always do. This is not something I’m going to stand here and argue about. I’m sorry you feel hurt but there’s nothing I can do to help the situation.” She tried to leave again.

“Wait!” The blond practically jogged up to her. “I need to speak with you, alone.” Ladybug hesitated. “Please, it’s important.” The hero searched the girls face for a moment before giving a small nod. The others immediately started shouting at her so she grabbed the other girl and headed to a nearby roof. They followed silently and Selina watched as they both stood awkwardly.

“So what do you need to talk to me about Chloe?” There was a wariness to Ladybug's tone and stance, almost like she expected to be yelled at or attacked. The other girl just seemed nervous.

“A couple things. You knew Marinette was missing, do you know where she is?” Ladybug’s entire body tensed up at the question and Chloe saw it. “I’m not asking you to tell me I just… I just want to know if she’s okay. The police are refusing to look for her, claiming she went to live with relatives out of the country even though her passport hasn’t been used, and she hasn’t touched her back accounts since the day after…” She trailed off, obviously not wanting to finish the thought.

“How do you know she hasn’t… you’ve been using your father’s accounts to check the police progress haven’t you?” She just gave a sheepish shrug. “Why? You hated Marinette.” Chloe flinched.

“No I didn’t. We were rivals sure, and I was overall a bitch yes, but I never hated her. We were just so different and… I mean you’ve met my parents. I was taught from a young age that I was above everyone else and that they should be grateful for my notice. Mari… I couldn’t understand for the longest time why she stood up to me. I know it sounds stupid and I can’t really explain it better.” She sounded frustrated but it actually seemed to calm Ladybug down for some reason. “Look, I understand why she wouldn’t want to come back to school. Those ungrateful peasants made her life a living hell, but it’s like she completely dropped off the face of the earth. I can’t even imagine what losing both her parents in an accident like that must have done to her.”

“She’s okay. She just didn’t want to be sent out of Paris, or put into the system.” It didn’t sound like a lie but Ladybug was refusing to look the other girl in the eye for some reason. Chloe was just frowning in thought.

“If you see her again… tell her I can help if she wants. I know I’m probably the last person she wants to deal with but if she needs a place to stay no questions asked, I’m offering. Daddy has a few judges that owe him favors as well so we can probably get her emancipated so she can at least get to her money without worrying about someone tracking her and putting her somewhere she doesn’t want to be.” Ladybug nodded but from her position Selina could see her fighting back tears. “The other thing I wanted to talk about…”

“Yes?” Chloe still hesitated. She looked worried.

“That comment Adrien made, about you looking ragged… he wasn’t wrong.” Ladybug curled in on herself and Chloe panicked. “I’m not say it as a criticism! Ever since those rejects abandoned you it’s obvious things have been getting worse. I don’t know what you home situation is like but it’s kind of obvious it’s less than great.”

“If you’re going to try and convince me to give you a Miraculous-”

“No! No, it’s nothing like that. I just… here.” She pushed something into the hero’s hand and Ladybug just looked at it in confusion.

“What…” Chloe cleared her throat nervously.

“I had part of my floor renovated into a sort of efficiency apartment. That key is to get in through the balcony. The door that leads to the rest of my suite has multiple locks, including bolts that go into the floor that can only be accessed from the inside.” Ladybug blinked at her, not seeming to process what the girl said. “It’s a safe place… if you need it.” There was a long pause then Ladybug lurched forward, pulling the other girl into a hug.

“Thank you.” The words were soft, almost inaudible, but the emotion behind them was heartbreaking.

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lavandermin · 3 years

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if all stars fell at once (4) | xiao

pairing | xiao/reader

word count | 3.1k

genre | fluff, light angst, developing relationship, overall domestic

warnings | light smut, eventual smut

Routine.

Defined as habitual tasks you partake in on a regular basis. These monotonous daily routines are what provided a grasp of control amid the uncontrollable and brought you order in a time of uncertainty.

The dawn of a new day started with the bittersweet greeting of the mourning doves’ songs. It gently tugged your consciousness forward, your weary limbs stretching out beneath warm covers. Your eyes would peek open and be greeted by the same dull room, bed tucked in a far corner. The sheets over old furniture still haunted you, the house inherited by past ghosts of memories.

It was a husk you resided in, perhaps a tomb you inherited. And as with every morning, you push the thought away.

A quick wash-up and breakfast helps kickstart your day before you’re off to run any errands listed off in your mind already. Fresh morning dew still glistens on the grass when you leave.

Days where errands would carry you to the harbor would have their own side routine you knew fairly well. Checking Bubu Pharmacy for any medicine pickups for the village elders, a quick chat with Ganyu as you passed her during one of her duties, a passing stop to the markets by the docks for supplies, and the occasional prolonged stay for lunch per the invitation of Zhongli and his courteous acquaintance. Every week, just like clockwork.

The busy day would wind down near the docks, watching the waves as they crashed upon rocks and taking in the scent of the sea spray that swept by you with it’s breeze. If you closed your eyes, the sounds of the sea and bustling voices of the harbor would meld together into one— a comforting cacophony of background noise to keep you grounded before the harbor’s relentless energy swept you away.

The city was a little much for you. It made you miss the tranquility of the small place you resided in tucked far back in the village.

And so everyday your heels pointed back towards home, ending with a meal in between more work you buried yourself in until odd hours of the night.

This was the routine you came to know with seldom any out-of-the-ordinary variation.

And then, curiously, slowly, the yaksha you came to befriend incorporated himself into the routine— first embedded into your routines and soon enough ever-present in your heart. Perhaps you could say that he altered your habits for the better.

Nowadays, leaving the harbor after errands is pleasant. No longer does the road back to Qingce isolate you into your thoughts. The sun that casts mesmerizing hues upon the sky as it sets leaves a pleasant warmth on your face. You look forward to his name on your tongue.

‘Xiao.’

The summon rings out clearly amidst his tumultuous headspace, bringing brief peace with the familiarity of the voice. In an instant he’s at your side, the ominous mist that enveloped him subsiding. There's a wordless question in his eyes as he shyly laces his fingers with yours.

With a light squeeze of his hand, you reply, “Let’s go home.”

There’s a pleasant silence that accompanies these walks, his hand firmly holding yours as if you might slip through his grasp at any given moment. On occasion, he would ask how your day went just to hear your voice. Though he wasn’t fond of the crowded hustle and bustle of the harbor, hearing your little enthusiastic retelling was enough to leave him with vivid imagery. Your voice was his comfort.

Arriving home has also taken on a newfound normalcy. With Xiao around, the once-empty house you inherited no longer feels foreign. Finally, with sure conviction, you can say it feels like your own.

Shelves that were once scarce with items and decor were now neatly arranged with ornaments and small handcrafts that Xiao has given you. The bookshelf that was once littered with dust and cobwebs is now rich with rows of books of all sorts. Even tables and bedside stands that were once empty are now always adorned with flowers that you and Xiao pick while out stargazing. These items are glimpses into the new pastimes you treasure to make time for.

Today was one such day where the breeze was pleasant as the sun tucked away for the night. However instead of being outside, you chose to take up comfort reading indoors. There on a pile of blankets and pillows you sat comfortably, Xiao resting his head on your lap to intently listen to you read aloud.

The adeptus reminded you of a cat that’s getting comfortable with a stranger they keep meeting. The spots he chose to rest on were getting much closer in proximity, but never directly on you. That is, until you boldly asked if he would like to rest on your lap and he settled there gratefully with your permission.

You closed the book, running your hand through his hair to get the yaksha to open one eye. “Are you sure you want to hear me read this poem book again? I’m sure you know it by heart at this point,” you pointed out with a laugh. “Why don’t you choose a book this time?”

There was a moment of contemplation before Xiao relented and went to search through the many book spines readily available. A glistening stone caught his attention again—his hand visibly hesitating for a moment.

You leaned your body over a bit from your comfortable pillow haven, curious as to what book he would select. Part of you expected him to select a random one off the bookcase, and was surprised to have a quaint little red book placed in your hands.

“I’ve been meaning to ask… about this one,” Xiao started, his face neutral but betrayed by the twinge of pink that was hidden by the dimness of the lamplight.

“This is…?”

He shrugged. “The subject of this book— is this something you like?”

Confused, you opened the cover. Inscribed on the inside in unmistakable cursive was a message from a certain librarian— a friend. Your brows creased, mouth pressed in a thin line as your eyes skimmed over the note the particular librarian left. A subtle feeling of dread crept over you.

‘Hey cutie, sent you a few goodies that were offloaded from our catalogue this season. Thought you might enjoy this one to spice things up a bit. I know how curious you were about the forbidden section, so here’s a little glimpse for you.’

Oh no… You quickly skimmed through some pages of the book that felt hot in your grip. Or perhaps it was your entire body flushed with embarrassment at the lewd imagery the story portrayed

“I–I didn’t… I d–didn’t know Lisa sent this along with the other books. This book— I haven’t read before so… um…” You anxiously bit your lip, voice growing quieter the more you went on. “I–It was a gift. I didn’t know.”

Xiao hummed, hand grazing your reddened cheeks curiously as you fanned your face. There was practically steam rolling off you.

“So,” Xiao started cautiously, “The things the book spoke of— it’s not something you like?”

If you were red before, you couldn’t possibly imagine how you looked now.

“N–No! I mean— Yes. I mean—!” You fumbled over your words, flustered over such an erotic novel unknowingly being in your possession.

“So, it makes you… happy?”

“Xiao— Stop, please— I’m going to die of embarrassment,” you squeaked into your hands.

His persistent curiosity would be the death of you at this rate. You buried your face under a pillow, too overwhelmed by the suggestive images still swirling in your head.

A little dumbfounded by your reaction, Xiao could only watch your huddled form hide away as he awkwardly rubbed your back in an attempt at reassurance.

The adeptus finally gained a bit of your attention, quietly inquiring, “Do you not wish to talk about that type of subject?”

The grip on your pillow slowly eased up, partially uncovering your face to meet his gaze. There wasn’t an ounce of discomfort on his face, and it was reassuring save for the fact that you were the one needing to explain.

“It’s not… that I don’t want to. Intimacy like— that—“ You pointed accusingly at the book now in his hands. “Is something, uhm, highly emotional— in a good way! Ah, what am I saying… It’s an act of love and bonding with a significant other, so to speak. Usually. Ah— it’s a little complicated.”

As you fumbled with your train of thought, his hand slowly placed itself over yours, thumb brushing over your knuckles. It drew your little state of panic to a close, feeling him press his lips to your forehead in a moment of soft distraction. It quickly brought a small thankful smile to your lips.

Kisses made you happy. This was a fact Xiao had learned.

“Let’s talk about it another time. Do not stress yourself over it.”

You nod timidly, choosing to hide your face in the crook of his neck. “...Okay.”

Xiao leaves not too long after, disappearing into the shadows to diligently tend to his duties. Sleep finds you quicker when he’s not around, though your mind is still tumultuous.

You had half a mind to go straight to Mondstadt and give Lisa a stern reprimand, not that she would care. If anything, it would fuel her amusement and her teasing would become more unbearable especially when your heart could barely handle Xiao boldly initiating displays of affection. That librarian was more perceptive than her languid facade let on.

For the time being you buried the cursed erotic book within cluttered closet boxes and called it a night.

Out of sight, out of mind.

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A bead of sweat rolling down his temple caught a glimmer of the pale moon watching over him. Beasts that were affected by his karmic debt laid strewn across the battlefield. It weighed heavy on his mind, a distasteful reminder of increasing demonic activity with the Lantern Rite a few weeks away.

There was a light burning sensation that twinged Xiao’s calves and arms, and he rolled his shoulders to relieve his muscles from the fatigue of ceaseless combat. His tired muscles were just about ready to turn in for the night and make his way to Wangshu Inn.

But he paused. The voice tugged at his mind.

‘Xiao…’

There was no mistaking it. It was your voice.

The ache in his muscles was an issue for later. There was strain in your voice, evident discomfort. The reason was uncertain but as much as Xiao wanted to deny it, he was alarmed ever so slightly.

A blur of black mist was all it took and he was gone under the serene moonlight. When he found you, his guard was high with lingering confusion. An intruder was his first thought.

A quick walk around the house, footsteps lighter than the breeze that accompanied him. Nothing. No other presences detected either.

‘You called me, but why?’ Xiao questioned.

The bed gently dipped with quiet creaks where he sat next to you, brushing his thumb over your cheek. Your peaceful sleep was broken as your brows slightly furrowed, breathing slightly labored with small whimpers you let out.

“...X–Xiao,” you quietly whimpered amidst your sleep.

Ah, you had summoned him in your sleep then. How odd. It was a first, to say the least, but he couldn’t be upset with you.

‘Another nightmare…?’

Just how bad could a nightmare be that you would desperately call his name in your sleep, he wondered? But a promise was a promise. He was determined to rid you of your ailments if it was within his power.

The yaksha took in a deep breath, focusing himself fully before slowly exhaling a puff of dark mist. The aches in his body went ignored.

Dearest dream eater, won’t you save her?

—

The sound of his footsteps pacing a dark corridor— humid, stuffy as he pressed forward following the muffled sound of your voice. It’s something he will never forget though he feels he should.

To feel haunted by a dream’s fragments that refuse to vanish is something he should laugh at. It’s not real.

Then why?

Bits and pieces are burned into his memory. Perhaps in a torturously pleasant way he never really imagined. Blame it on him never finding someone he considered such private feelings with.

Xiao did not stay that night after consuming the dream, nor did he come back to check on you come morning as he usually did. On the tiled roof of Wangshu Inn he lays, brows furrowed and a strange warmth pooling throughout his lower torso.

The memory is unlike others that plague him, though it causes him inner turmoil with the increased bodily frustration.

Those eyes… haunt him. The smugness on the face that stared back at him then was enough to piss him off. The reasons festering in his tightened chest he couldn’t quite explain. The fragments would rewind and play, rewind and play, over and over since that night.

‘So,’ the familiar red stranger began with an amused smirk. ‘Looks like the yaksha really will answer any call of his name.’

They made it a point to maintain eye contact as they pressed their lips to your temple, arms holding your back flush against his chest.

Those piercing jade eyes— a mockingly similar exterior. It was like Xiao stared at a twisted reflection of himself conjured by your dream, the red accents in his hair and clothes a fiery scarlet akin to the bubbling anger he felt upon seeing the illusion lay its hands on you. The fact that they spoke in his same voice was enough to raise a rumbling growl within Xiao’s chest.

Quiet huffs left your parted lips as your chest heaved, a scarlet sash tied over your eyes like a blindfold.

‘Xiao, I–‘ Your body shivered at the feeling of his hands gliding over the inside of your thighs. It made you let out an involuntary whimper, cheeks aflame with arousal.

‘That’s enough,’ Xiao commanded the dream illusion of himself through gritted teeth.

The scarlet-hued Xiao shifted you in his lap, his lips set in a mocking smirk as his hand slipped between your legs to elicit sweet mewls from your parted lips. What Xiao wouldn’t give to conjure his spear then and there to wipe that irksome grin off his own face.

The illusion hummed, making it a point to place a kiss to the swell of your exposed chest. ‘Surely you don’t mean to ignore our person’s feelings? Or our own, for that matter. How crude of you, adeptus, to try and stop something she begged me for— something our body clearly begs for, as well.’

‘Quiet.’

The silence was deafening, though the illusion only seemed to stop momentarily out of amusement in seeing how long the real Xiao could uphold such a serious facade. Internally, he battles with two new emotions he hadn’t experienced before— jealousy and arousal. Somehow, because he could channel a warrior's rage through jealousy, the other warm feeling seemed to be drowned out. For now.

‘Silence me all you’d like. Deny your desires until you grow numb, for all I care. But for your human, these desires are your bond,’ the illusion persuaded, unbothered by the icy daggers Xiao glared through him. ‘Isn’t that right, my love?’

His fingers slowly working at the sweet, throbbing ache between your legs left you unable to form any coherent thoughts. Perhaps it was deliberate so your mind was elsewhere, drowning in a hazy pleasure. The gasps and mewls leaving your shaking body were slowly getting to the adeptus. Ironic, just how similar to that stupid book this was.

Xiao scoffed, and prepared himself to finish what he had sought out to do. ‘I don’t concern myself with desires. I’ve had enough of you.’

As Xiao unraveled and crumbled the dreamscape around him, the illusion remained smiling with sly intention.

‘Dishonesty will get you nowhere, Adeptus Xiao. She will be forced to forget this dream, but these feelings you both harbor cannot be erased so easily.’ The illusion lifted the ribbon from your eyes, leaving Xiao momentarily frozen.

Eyes are the windows to the soul, and what he saw in those misty eyes left his body aflame— confused. His tongue darts out to lick his lips, and he swallows thickly.

Once you get a taste, a dormant desire will begin to flourish.

The sly illusion holds their hand out invitingly, jade eyes unreadable as they scrutinize Xiao’s movements. It’s hesitant— the small step forward he takes.

‘What are you waiting for, adeptus?’

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There’s a harsh gust of wind that blows through, the skies of Liyue harbor a dull grey with the rolling storm. The crashing sounds of waves upon the rocks below the docks resonate with your tempestuous heart. Weary eyes scan the horizon of the uneven sea, looking past the peaks of Guyun Stone Forest in the distance. You cling onto the hope of catching a glimpse of something— something to ease your worrisome heart.

“It’s been a few weeks,” you note quietly, the door of the balcony clicking shut as you walk back into the warm home office.

Yanfei answers without looking up, her hands still furiously scribbling on the parchments that have slowly accumulated into a towering pile. “He’s probably busy. With what exactly, I wouldn’t know— but I’m sure you have a better idea.” She sighs, regretting the coldness of her blunt tone. She adds in a softer tone, finally looking up, “Sorry, I’m not much help if it’s not consultation involving the law.”

The legal adviser can only watch helplessly as your eyes drift back to the window to gaze out beyond the sea’s horizon.

“He’s going to the Lantern Rite festivities with you, right?”

You turn back enough to meet her hopeful gaze with a sad smile. The silence is all the answer she needs.

“Was that a stupid question to ask?”

You shake your head, and turn your face back to the window so she can’t look further into the feelings you try to conceal.

The Lantern Rite was in a few days, and Xiao was nowhere to be seen. Though there've been occasions where you hardly saw him, this… this time was different. It was a feeling you couldn’t shake off and it filled you with uneasiness.

The thought of calling his name and receiving no answer terrified you. Doubt was quick to grip your mind in a vice.

“I think I’m the stupid one.”

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league-of-thots · 3 years

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YeeHawks

Pairing: Hawks x female reader

Word Count: 3.3k+

Warnings: 18+, alcohol, riding, is cowboy kink a warning?

A/N: not the way y’all wanted me to return, but the way y’all deserve lol. i didnt really have the energy to give it an in depth edit but sometimes it be like that

You wipe the sweat from your brow, the sun is high in the bright, cloudless sky. It means that the heat is just pouring down in waves from the sky though, and you curse the fact that you’d agreed to switch shifts with one of the other farmhands that had asked you the day before. Part of you wants to find Kirishima and reem him out, but you know he’s a sweetheart and wouldn’t have ever done something that would make things harder for you on purpose.

Having said that, imagining giving the man a piece of your mind makes it easier for you to grit your teeth and put your back into heaving large packets of grains into a wheelbarrow for the pigs, so that you wouldn’t have to make as many trips. Instead, it would just be one hellish trip, and a lot less walking in the heat.

Wiping the stray dirt on your pants you sigh. You feel sticky and can feel the grit on your face, on your arms. You must smell something fierce, though you know compared to the pigs you’d be feeding in a few minutes, you smelt like a bed of flowers.

You feel the strain on your back as you finally finish loading the wheelbarrow and start to haul it over to the south side of the Academy farm. The ground is rough, and you feel the jarring of the weight in your shoulders, you’re going to be so sore tomorrow.

After you finish feeding the pigs, you take the supplies back to where they belong and head off to start some of your final tasks of the day. One is milking the cows, and the other being your favourite, plowing some of the dirt to prepare for the new season.

Is it a bit stupidly cliché that you love riding the big tractor while the sun lowers in the sky? Maybe. Is it worth it? Absolutely. It’s one of the best views you’ve seen in your life. Plus, it always helps clear your mind from a day of hard work so that when you enter one of the farmhouses, you’re ready to do whatever else you need to get done.

When you park the tractor back to its spot in the barn, you see a few of the other farmhands talking together. They’re laughing with one another, and you wave to them as you walk out with your overcoat and keys.

You’re in a daze until you realize you’ve somehow already started up a warm shower, standing under the steam to relieve your body from the stress of the day. Your muscles feel so much better with the hot water on them and the steam makes you feel as if you’re in stasis. It’s good because tomorrow is going to be a big day, the August festival, a celebration that the community holds as a sort of last hurrah before the season gets busy once again.

After you’re clean and put together, you head downstairs to have a quick conversation with the couple other farmhands that share the house with you. You need to check if there’s anything else you need to do to help with the final preparations for tomorrow. The four of you had made some homebrew cider to share with the other townspeople, and it tasted quite good, despite being a little heavy on the alcohol. But nobody would be complaining about that, of course.

“Mmm, I think its fine.” Mina says, faced scrunched up in thought. “We did pretty well with it for sure.”

“I agree,” you reply. “Just wanted to make sure I could pass out for the night. I’m fucking dead.” She laughs a little at that.

“Gotta make sure you have the energy for tomorrow. I hear that it’s going to be extra wild.” She waggles her eyebrows. “You know that there’s going to be a horse-ridin’ performance from our sheriff’s department, but there’s also gonna be some cowboys over here to show off some of their skills too.”

You’re slightly intrigued at that. Maybe, you’ll even get to see him again… but, better not get your hopes up too much. Instead, you say, “That would definitely be a treat for all the hard work that this year’s been.”

Mina nods sagely at that. “If I see that blonde, twink of a cowboy I’m goin’ to make him my bitch. Because I deserve it.” That brings a snort out of you, but you pray a little for Denki if you do see him tomorrow, because lord knows he’s going to need it.

The two of you chat for a little while longer before you wish her a good night and head up to get some rest. You do have a busy day to get ready for after all.

You wake up early the next day, ready to quickly get your tasks done so you can let loose with friends and community members that night. You wish that you don’t have to do any work, but you can’t have everything you want.

So, you drag yourself out of bed, muscles tight and body sore, to quickly grab a protein bar and a cleaner pair of working clothes. Your overalls are starting to sport holes and there are some dark stains that just won’t ever come off. You need new ones, you think, as you walk towards the horse pen.

You love the horses, how sweet most of them are and how peaceful it is in their separated area. It’s especially nice in the early morning, with a crisp breeze and the sun peeking out on the horizon. You grab the feed mix that someone had mixed the day before and drag it over to the troughs, where there are already some of the animals waiting for you to arrive. The horses have learned to expect people in the morning, and some of the more assertive ones wait at the fence to be the first ones to get to eat.

While they feed, you prepare the cleaning tools inside the small stable that is connected to the fenced off pen. You take each horse that’s finished eating into the small shelter to clean their hooves, brush out their mane and body, and then your favourite part, riding them for a few laps of the enclosure to make sure they run a bit each day.

It’s while you’re dismounting a cute mare named Starlight when you hear a low whistle from behind you. Someone’s obviously been watching you, and sitting there just outside the enclosure.

“Damn, baby, wonder if you could ride me as good as those horses there.” You feel a vein ticking in your head as you recognize the voice. He’s supposed to be getting ready for the group event, not bothering you while you try to get some fucking work done before you can finally relax and celebrate.

You turn your body and inwardly groan as your suspicions are confirmed, sitting there waiting is a certain cowboy who’s always managed to piss you off greatly every time one of his short visits brings him to the UA farms.

“Hello, Hawks.” You grit your teeth as you move towards the next horse that you’re about to take care of.

“I’m wounded, really, that you don’t sound pleased ta see me, angel.” There’s a satisfied smirk on his face. He really does get off on toying around with you and seeing how much he can piss you off. So, you take a deep breath and calm yourself.

“Now, why would you expect anything different? I haven’t forgotten the last time you came aroun’-“

He waves you off. “You’re bein’ ridiculous. It was a harmless joke.”

“I had to clean the stables for TWO WEEKS.” He just laughs at your anger, totally unphased. It grinds your gears more, the cheeky grin on his face that charms everyone around him, whittling down your intense irritation.

“Well, if anythin’ everyone else certainly enjoyed it.” You grumble out some choice words about him, making sure they’re loud enough for him to here, as you start brushing out the mane of the mare in front of you. He seems pleased with himself, leaning on the fence, head on his hands.

“Do you not have somewhere to be? Something you should be practicing for?” He lazily waves away your attempts to get him away from the work you’d like to finish up.

“Who needs practice? I know exactly what I’ve gotta do so there’s no real reason for me to waste my energy before the actual performance.” He says it with a casual arrogance, that you know comes from years of experience and absolute confidence in his abilities. “The only thing I wanna do right now is try all of the good I know y’all made for the party tonight.”

You give him an unimpressed look. “Just because we know each other does not mean that I’m going to just give you the cider meant for the community.” He pouts “You can try it when everyone else does later.”

“Yeah, but we have a special connection.” He grins and you splutter, embarrassed and trying to put away the memories of your bodies pressed together and calloused fingers in your cunt.

“Jesus, Hawks. Shut up.” You look around furtively, checking to see if anyone would’ve overheard.

“You like me loud.” God, his smug look makes you feel hot and bothered.

“Get outta here so I can finish my work, damn it.” He just laughs, turning around before turning back.

“You better save me some of the goodies y’all made up for after the performance.”

“Yeah, whatever,” you grumble, face flushed and mind now distracted with memories of Hawks’ hands tangled in your hair.

“Well, now. This is delicious.” Your eyes follow his tongue that darts out to lick the drop of the cider that had dripped onto his lips. You’d made sure to fill a plate up with the treats that had been spread around the outdoor tables, lanterns hung up around them not only for ease of finding them, but also to light up the evening. “You helped make this?”

“Yup. You wouldn’t believe how difficult it was between never having done it before and Mina’s enthusiasm. God bless Momo, without her we wouldn’t have gotten it done.” He laughs, and you can’t help that you can’t keep your eyes off of him.

He was slightly sweaty from his earlier performance, which had been perfectly executed, tank top tucked into worn jeans with a feather-like buckle. His eyes are scanning the crowd around as the two of you lean on the outside of the saloon, the inside being too filled with inebriated or high adults to even try to squeeze into a seat.

“So, how’s life been around here since I last visited?” he asks between bites of some spicey brisket, obviously enjoying it.

“Ah, not much. Just the usual social drama. Actually, Shinsou almost got his dick sliced off by some machinery someone had fucked around with. I swear to god that man has the worst luck I’ve ever seen.”

“Holy shit, sure does sound like it.”

“But yeah, it’s just living day to day for me now. Not much new happens out here, as you very well know.” He shrugs.

“Might as well see. What’s even keeping you here, then?”

“Not everyone needs to be on the road their whole life to be happy, Hawks.”

“I suppose. More cider?”

“Sure.”

You’ve drank way too much, you know that. But the fuzziness in your head just makes you want to keep going, to have fun and make up for all the time you lose working long hours every day.

Besides, Hawks is there beside you, egging you on and matching you drink for drink. His hands always seem to be on your body, either squeezing your ass, wrapped around your shoulders or waist. It makes you feel warm, and you know he’s teasing you, trying to rile you up. He wants to see how bothered he can make you before you snap and drag him off to some private place.

You’re determined to beat him out though. So, you lean into his body space and trace your hands over his arms, the insides of his wrists. You hear his breath hitch, though his attention is kept on whatever conversation is happening in front of you.

Of course, this is Hawks, who has just as much patience as a saint, despite being as far from one as possible. But you’re drunk and turned on and the teasing is too much for you to handle, so when there’s a brief pause in the activity around the two of you, you pull him down so you can whisper in his ear how much you want him.

He grins, “Might as well head back to your place then.” You agree and drag him with you.

�� The moment you’re in the house, you wrap your arms around his neck so you can bring his lips to yours. Its messy and rushed, but it’s relieving at the same time. The two of you have done this enough in the few times that he passes through that he’s comfortable enough to let you take charge for a bit.

“You can’t even wait ‘til we’re upstairs, sugar?” he chuckles, drawing out each word. You feel the rumble of them, pressed up as you are against his chest.

“Shut up, Hawks.” You grumble, pulling him towards your room if that’s what it’ll take to get his dick out faster.

After rushing in the room, you kick the door shut behind you and immediately get back to kissing him. This time, he makes more of an effort to assert himself, holding your face in his hands and licking into your mouth. You sigh into him, your hands finding his heated skin beneath his shirt as the pace slows down from the frantic rush it had been. It becomes sensual, and you can feel him getting more aroused as he slowly shifts his hands, starting to grind into you.

You pull away from him, getting some air as you start to take off his shirt. He enthusiastically moves to help and you get to admire his muscles stretch as he does. Obviously, life constantly on the road does wonders for your abs.

“You too, sugar. You’re gonna make me feel underdressed.” He says as he moves to take off the rest of his garments. A laugh slips out of you as you hastily get out of your outfit. When you turn your attention back to him, he’s sitting on the bed and he gestures for you to join him.

When you do, he kisses you again, intensely, as he guides you onto your back. You sigh as he kisses down the side of your jaw to mark your neck, reaching blindly for the lube and condoms beside the bed.

He quickly slides it on and you hear the squelching of lube as he moves in a rush. You don’t have time to make fun of him though, because as soon as he’s finished, he spreads your legs and puts the head of his dick at your entrance.

He groans, closing his eyes as he enters you, and its uncomfortable for a little bit. Soon enough though, you relax, and start to feel great as he moves his hips slowly against you. Hawks fucks deeply, you know this from your times before, but each time it feels just as tantalizing as the last.

“Hawks, please.” You pant, trying to wiggle a little bit just to get some friction, some tiny relief for the edging you’ve been through. He just gives you a smirk, as he keeps you completely locked between him and the mattress. You tense so hard he groans on top of you, but he doesn’t let you move, dick still sitting snug inside your cunt.

“Well, let’s see those barebacking skills you were showin’ off earlier then, hmm?” he says, his voice low and gruff. With ease, he gets the both of you turned around so you’re now sitting with your ass on his thighs, hands clamped tight on your waist keeping you in place while he lays back on the headboard. He nods satisfactorily, looking you up and down with lidded eyes. “Y’know, I like this view much better, baby. What a pretty picture you make right on top of me.” Part of you wants to roll your eyes, but the warmth that his words give you makes the impulse disappear.

“You know, Hawks, in order for me to show you said skills, you’re going to have to let me move.” He laughs as you try and lift yourself against the pressure he’s putting, obviously unable to really do anything. “Seriously, you dick, lemme move.”

“But the face you make when I play these little games with you is so cute, sugar.” He’s got a faux innocent smile across his face and you pout and cross your arms in response. “Okay, okay, I’m done. I promise,” he says, letting off all the pressure, but keeping the two of you connected at the hips.

“Thank you.” you quip, starting a quicker pace than the one Hawks had been setting, gravity still making it just as deep as before.

Being drunk obviously makes Hawks that much louder, or maybe it’s the change up in position, you can’t be sure. But, his praises, his deep moans, the lewd noises from the slapping of your body against his hips, it all makes you feel hot as hell.

You look down, seeing Hawks’ eyes widened and excited, he grins when he notices your look and begins to rock up into you. You throw your head back in as he hits deep within you, crying out his name. Hearing it obviously enthuses him as he grunts in exertion, starting to thrust upwards harder, and you feel your body responding, muscles tightening as you get closer to your climax.

“God, you’re gorgeous like this, y’know?” he gets out through gritted teeth. “I’m not going to be able to last much longer…” He’s panting, fingers digging into your hips sharply, sure to leave marks.

“Please, I wanna cum Hawks!”

“Tell me what you need, sugar, I’ll give it to you.” Hearing that makes you smile, he was always so attentive to your needs.

“Touch me…”

“You gotta tell me where for that.” Even when so close to his climax, somehow, Hawks manages to be cheeky. However, when he’s fucking you this well, it’s much easier to let the teasing roll off your back.

“My clit, Hawks. You do know what that is, right?” He lets out a genuine laugh at that, before sending one hand down towards the bundle of nerves.

It’s enough, between the stimulation and the deep thrusts into your cunt, that you feel yourself tighten and cry out, cumming hard onto his cock. You lean into him, kissing him hard as pleasure courses through your body.

He works you through it, breathing heavily, you can feel his pulse skittering under your hands. You feel him twitch within you, and an idea forms in your mind. Mind wrapped up in pleasure, you act on the thought immediately, bringing your hands to his chest to play with his nipples.

He loves it, making keening noises as you work, legs shaking with effort to stay up and keep pace with him. You let him take the lead and you hear him shout and arch up as you pinch his buds, feeling him release.

He thrusts a couple more times, lazily and slowly, kissing the top of your head as you settle down to lie on his chest for a few minutes.

You breath deeply, content in the moment. You know after you clean up and rest, he’ll be gone on the road once again, so you relax, enjoying the presence.

#jays writes #Smut #hawks x reader

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calientecoochie · 3 years

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It Happened So Fast-

•3•

Kirishima told you he was going to pick you up around 8. Which gives you abouttttt two hours to get ready. That’s manageable right? You shower, get all primped and pretty and, now for the clothes.

-Three days earlier-

The outfit Kiri -overall Mina- picked out for you was hard not NOT to get attention in. You can even remember Mina’s singsong voice, “ You’re going with THE Red Riot, Y/N. He’s already flashy! You HAVE to match his energy! This bland shizz has got to go! Here tryyyyy THIS!” She held up the most risqué thing you’ve ever seen. It was still classy but, places were low when they were supposed to be high, cutouts and, glitz/glam. The works.

-Present-

You’re not too sure how the pair got you’re measurements to the t. Going to have to ask that question later.

Just as you were finishing up, a car pulling up could be heard. A red Aston Martin. You didn’t expect anything less... Opening the door, you were greeted with fresh, crisp, night air. This all felt so...nice like, you could actually breathe. Carpe diem and all of that.

“W-wait! Wait right there, Y/N!” You froze, confused. Kiri power walked towards the front of your door. He gingerly closed the door on your face and knocked on it.

You smirked coyly and opened the door. You lean on the doorframe and crossed your arms, “ Really, Kirishima?” You laugh, “You’re too of a gentlemen...”

“Don’t like it” He looked perplexed.

“I’ll get over it.” You joked and threw Red a wink. You took his extended hand and got lead back to his car. “Wow, your car is gorgeous...”

“I could say the same about you.” Eijirou begins to rub his neck, “ You’re outfit and like, your face because you don’t have a car here, haha!” Uh oh, he’s beginning to nervous banter.

“Thank you, Red. You look handsome. Let’s get to the Gala before traffic gets any heavier.” He beamed and nodded.

The car ride over is pleasant. Traffic was okay (it’s been heavier, especially going towards downtown), within the car has been relatively silent but it’s obvious that you two just enjoy the other’s company. At some point, Kirishima threw his arm over the back of your seat. You could not help yourself and focused on the viens in his hands or how his muscular build strained against some parts of his suit. What’s his exercise regimen? How would a hug feel? How long you were looking? You don’t know. The music was low, seems like the whole squad was into the same stuff. Maybe you should try having a conversation?

“Soooo~” you drum your hands on his dashboard, “Kirishima, do you like hero work? Anything, interesting happened?” You curse yourself mentally. Of course he would like hero work!

“Hmmm, yeah! I love it. Cant really see myself doing anything else...” He keeps his eyes focused on the road but it’s obvious his brain is elsewhere, “Some days are harder than others but, there are great day too of course! I get to meet so many cool people. I met you.” His gives you a quick smile, “ Oooohh, let me tell you about this time I was saving these people from a bu-“

Now this car ride is getting livelier. Red is so animated when talking about his experiences. He so passionate... it’s nice :).

-At The Hero’s Gala-

You could not see a single star in the pitch, black sky; the venue was so bright. Practically blinding. How many of these did these Pros have to attend?! You don’t mind being the center of attention but, this is WAY too much. At least you’re not alone. You guess.

“YYY/NNN!! YOU MADE IT! THAT LOOKS SO BOMB ON YOU!”

You could not even process the blur of pink barreling towards you and Kirishima before it practically tackled you (thankfully not to the ground).

Mina squished your cheeks together, “Ah~! You look so gorgeous! Especially you’re hair-!”

It seems like she was about to ask you something else but Red picked her up from under arms and gingerly put her to the side, “Come on, Mina, if we don’t hurry inside we’ll be late-“

Mina waggles a finger towards Kirishima, “Tuh tuh, fashionably late.”

“Late is late, Mina”

“Since when we’re you such a stickler about time 😩! Don’t act brand new just because you got a boo-“

“HEY HEY!” Kiri claps his hands together-loudly- a few times, “Where’s your plus 1, M?”

“Hmm? Wh-She was just beside me! Don’t tell me they just went inside~ Ughhh, where could they be at?” Mina pulls out here phone, “I’ll see you inside, Y/N! Save me a seat beside you!”

“Okay, Mina!” You give her a thumbs up as a sweaty, blushy Kirishima rushed you towards the Gala’s entrance.

•

You had thought this whole extravaganza would be exhilarating! Exciting! A completely new experience! It kind of sucked. The venue was gorgeous, all pretty and made up. The people were chatting amongst themselves sometimes forgetting about the announcer. The food is great.

You sat beside Kirishima and left the two chairs to your right empty for Mina and her date. Your table was between Bakugo’s and Denki’s. To be frank, there was was never truly a lull, especially when the two blondes spoke to their redhead friend. You could really understand since they were speaking a bit too fast and adding slang you haven’t heard before. Bakugo was always threatening and Denki was just acting like a crackhead. It wasssss fun.

A bit later, it seemed like everyone mellowed out (probably thanks to the alcohol) and started mingling amongst each other. You guess you should start too, this whole thing is for the agency.

As you try to get get up, you feel a firm palm settle on your thigh, lightly pushing you back down, “Relax, Y/N. Bakubro finally left and Denk is off flirting...” You settle back into your seat, “The Agency will still be standing still be there. Just enjoy yourself.” He takes a swig of a soda, keeping his eyes forward as if he was focusing on something but, nothing interesting was in that direction as far as you could see.

“I hope Mina found her date...”

“She probably did. She’s pretty good at finding people.”

“Not going to drink?”

“Mmmm, we got to get home. I’m also much more comfortable drinking at home. I think they water it down at the events now due to...” he makes a painful face, “last time.

“Last time?”

“N’yeah...Some hero got super trashed and just let loose.”

The two of you stare at each other for a bit then start to laugh.

“Mm, I wouldn’t drink either then, I guess! Afraid you’ll say something you don’t mean, Red?”

“PFFT, no! All I have to say are good things. It’s just if I pay for a drink, I don’t want it to be watered down. What’s your excuse?”

“Welll, I thought I was going to be promoting our company. Guess not now.”

“So again, what’s your excuse?”

“Mmmm, I like having my wits”

Just as Kiri was about to reply, you both heard a voice from across the floor, “FINALLY FOUND YOU TWO” it was Mina and her absolutely stunning date. “What are you two just sitting down?! Let’s liven up this place! To the dance floor!” As if either was you had a choice.

Red had absolutely NO rhythm but that didn’t really stop you. The two of you spent the rest of night dancing away (along with Mina’s guidance at times). It was almost perfect.

•

Kirishima and you trudged back to his red, luxury car.

“Uwaaaa! My feet!” Kiri exclaimed, “When I usually dance it never hurts this bad~”

“That’s because you were dancing right, Kirishima.”

“Tsk, I am not that bad. That first move I busted always kill~”

“Yeah, yeah, people probably.”

“Hey, rude~” He opens the car door for you, “let’s get you home. Traffic shouldn’t be too heavy.”

“Thank you, Red.” He gives you a smirk as he shuts your door.

As it was before, the car ride was hella quiet, more so due to being tired. You look to the driver’s side of the car at Kirishima. His eyes were half lidded and focused on the cars in front of him... or so you thought.

“Hmm, caught the staring bug again?” You quickly turn back forward, caught off guard, “I’m just messing with you, Y/N, I don’t mind.” He flung his arm around the back of your seat again.

I guess it’s our time to talk, “Ha, I just can’t help it. You’re so nice and tonight has been really fun. It’s all been really fun. That and (I hope this doesn’t sound too creepy) your physique is amazing! I can tell you put a lot of care into it.”

“Haha, well, I have to!”

“Of course, of course, hahaa..” you start to break into a cold sweat.

Kiri notices the lull, takes his arm from behind your seat and instead takes your left hand and intertwines both of your fingers together. His hand practically engulfs yours and it’s so clammy.

“Uhh, hope you, don’t mind..” Kirishima says bashfully.

“Nope!” Smooth, Y/N. Real smooth, “Not at all. You’re hand is very soft...”

The car went silent again, hands still tangled together. Both enjoying the nighttime view and the somewhat muted sounds coming from the cars surrounding you guys.

-Back At Y/N’s Home-

Kirishima walked you to your door, “Welp, here we are.” He rubs the back of his neck, “S’thanks for being my da- company and all. It was- it was super fun, yeah.”

You were digging around for your keys but still listening to you stuttering boss, “Hm, hm. It was super fun for me to. Especially getting to experience the Hero Gala!” Finally, you found your keys and opened your door. You turn towards Kiri and he looks as if he is about to pass out, “Uhm, Red? Do you want to crash here? I don’t really think you should drive back-“

“Oh no, I couldn’t! I’m fine, I promise-“

“Then at least let me make you some coffee or something with caffeine, Red...”

“...Yeah, I will take you up on that..”

The pair of you step inside and you lead Kiri to the sofa, “Here, just relax.”

He slumps against the arm and lays his head against his forearm. “Thank youuu~” Yeah, he sounds like he is about to knock out.

You gently shake his form, “Here, Red, drink up.” He doesn’t say anything, he takes the cup drink from it and just stares down into it.

“Is it nasty?”

“<Wha-what? Oh, no, it’s delicious>” pfft, he’s so out of it he didn’t even realize he started speaking Japanese.

“<Want to speak in your mother tongue?>” He seems to wake up a bit more.

“Ha, sorry. Hey, Y/N?” Kiri drums his fingers against the side of his cup.

“Mm?”

“Do you have anyone waiting for you?”

“Uhm, no? I mean I have my family but I can’t say they are really waiting for me...” you ponder his question, “Why’d you ask?”

“...” He seems to be reluctant in whatever he is trying to do. You can really get read on him. He looks scared? Kiri sets him lukewarm cup down on the side table and stares deeply into yours eyes.

“Red?”

He grabs your hands.

“Kiri”

He starts to pull you closer

“Kirishima??”

“It’s Eijirou.”

He pulls you into a passionate kiss. It felt so desperate and longing. The need for oxygen being long forgotten between the two of you.

This was going to be a long night.

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italian-pastry · 4 years

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BNHA Kid Headcanons

(For @yourwildflowerbouquet )

KIRIBAKU

-Eijirou had always wanted a lot of kids

-and Katsuki can't say no to his husband

-so there's 5 of them

-(damn 5 whole children)

-their kids call them Papa (Eijirou) and Dad (Katsuki)

-the first one is a girl

-she's just a copy-paste katsuki (personality wise) but with a better attitude

-they were figuring out how to raise kids

-they did pretty well, I think

-Her quirk is Fragmentation (She can make spikes on her body, then shoot them off like missles)

-her name is Mieko (Already Prosperous)

-the second one was a boy

-he ended up much more like Eijirou

-overall a radical little dude

-his quirk is Lavanic (he secretes lava like how Mina secretes acid)

-his name is Akio (Bright Man; Manly; Hero)

-(wow so original)

-the third one was born a male but she's more comfortable identifying as a girl so she's a she and that's that

-suprisingly timid for being raised by Katsuki and Eijirou

-also surprisingly, she still manages to be more like Katsuki whilst being timid

-passionate, stubborn, probably has some sort of complex, etc.

-her quirk is Pressure Blow (she hardens her own skin, but not as strong as Eijirou can, and when it breaks, there's an explosion)

-her name is Hiroki (Bright; Hope)

-the last two are twins

-which really surprised Katsuki

-"wtf why are there two"

-"well, kat, there is such a thing as twins"

-there is a girl and boy

-katsuki was horrified when his mom told him that the girl acted just like he did when he was a baby

-the boy is much more chill

-he just wants to play sports is that such a crime?

-the girl's quirk is Explosion (can send out a burst of energy like an explosion) and the boy's is Implosion (Explosion but in reverse)

-the girl's name is Kana (Powerful) and the boy's name is Tatsuhiro (Dragon, Immense Power)

-they're one big happy family

-Mieko has fully sharp teeth (like Eijirou) and the twins have partially sharp teeth

TODODEKU

-Shouto was worried when Izuku brought up the prospect of having kids

-he didn't want to fuck them up because he had a terrible dad

-"Izuku you didn't have a dad and I wish I didn't have a dad we're gonna fuck up this poor kid"

-Izuku respected his wishes and accepted the fact that they probably wouldn't have kids

-until Shouto had a chat with Natsuo (after Natsu became a dad)

-"Here's how I think of it, little bro; I'm gonna be the best fucking dad to this kid to show Endeavor that no matter how badly he fucked me up, I can still be happy with a better family than he will ever have"

-that certainly changed Shouto's perspective on things

-"oh yeah don't forget to have a good support system and do research on how to raise a kid or idk ask someone with actually good parents ok good luck buddy"

-So Shouto was lile "hey maybe we can try this kid thing out I did research and I'm feeling a bit more confident in my ability to raise a human"

- Izuku: :DD

-So they had a son!

-He's real chill (he's the mom friend and proud of it)

-imagine Shouto's overall chillness, but with Izuku's caring nature

-his quirk is Half-Flurry Half-Firework (he can make snow from one side of his body and sparks from the other)

_his name is Toshi, for obvious reasons

-(All Might cried)

-Izuku was like "look at how well we're doing with our son! Man, we we're worried over nothing!"

-"let's have another"

-"what"

-"you heard me"

-so they had another!

-Poor girl was born with the curse of blue eyes and red/pink hair

-Shouto was happy that she at least got Izuku's freckles to balance it out

-Homegirl is just Izuku minus anxiety

-she'd be unstoppable if she really tried

-her quirk is Thermostat (she can raise or lower the temperature of the air around her)

-her name is Arakan (Worthy One; Hero)

-Izuku: Wow I love our kids and how not screwed up they are :D

-Shouto: one more

-Izuku: wha

-Shouto: Just one more

-So they had one more

-she's a very good girl

-very respectful and sweet

-her quirk is black ice (ice, but black)

-her name is Youdai (Gentle; Shine)

- The kids call their parents Chichi (Izuku) and Daifu (Shouto)

-Sometimes called 'Chi' and 'Dai'

-These kids have 1 (one) grandpa and his name is Toshinori and he's their favorite

-The kids' grandmas are also very popular in this household

TSUYURAKA

-Ochako was pretty excited to have kids

-And tsu wanted them too so it all worked out

-They had a son first!

-he's a sweet boy who loves everyone and has a deep passion for life

-he does fall on the autism spectrum, but he works hard to not let that hold him back

-Tsu and Ochako are very supportive of their boy

-his quirk is Space Boy (He can increase or lower the amount of gravity affecting himself or anything he kicks)

-his name is Takiyo (waterfall)

-fun fact: he has half-n-half hair (half brown half green)

-their second child is a beautiful girl

-she's sisterly and energetic

-she doesn't really "get" hero culture and the desire for that lifestyle

-her quirk is Frog Morph (she can turn into a frog)

-her quirk is pretty plain, but she doesn't care

-her name is Ezumo (Fountain; cloud)

-Ochako and Tsu didn't have another kid for some time for no one reason

-but they did have another!

-he's a wittle itsy bitsy baby boy!

-he has a moon birthmark around his left eye

-AND heterochromia

-(man their kids have alot of half-n-half bastard traits)

His quirk is Orbit (anything he touches starts to orbit around himself)

-His name is Tsuki (Moon), but he's nicknamed Usagi (Rabbit)

- the kids call their moms Haha (Ochako) and Mama (Tsuyu)

-Since Ochako and Tsuyu didn't take each other's last names, their kids have alternating last names

-Takiyo and Tsuki have the Asui last name, and Ezumo has the Uraraka last name

SHINKAMISERO

-Denki and Hanta were the ones most excited to have kids at first, and Hitoshi was like 'cool go nuts I'll help raise them'

-So, biologically, their first kid's parents are Hanta and Denki

-but he's still very close to Hitoshi

-he looks and acts a lot like Hanta

-he's an all around sk8r boi

-his quirk is Electric Tape (basically Hanta's quirk but he can send and harness electricity via his tape)

-His name is Takeo (Warrior)

-one day when he was young, he had a really bad nightmare, and the only one of his dads awake was Hitoshi (since he's an insomniac)

-Hitoshi listened to his boy's rambling, and told him that no matter what monster or villain comes after him, he promises that he'd always protect him

-but one day, some B-tier villains broke into their home while Hanta and Denki were out doing Hero things

-Hitoshi tried to take them down, but they anticipated fighting him and had a strategy to take him down and ended up knocking him out

-when he was woken up by the police, they discovered that Takeo had been taken by the villains

-for five days, the villains had held him for ransom

-and for those five days, Hitoshi worked literally non-stop to try and track down and rescue Takeo

-after those five days, they ended up paying the ransom, and Takeo was returned to the police and his family safely

-except for a large gash on his shoulder he got during the initial break-in

-the whole event deterred Hitoshi from having more kids

-he was very anxious about being there for Takeo, and Hanta and Denki understood that

-so he and his husbands didn't have kids for like 15 years

-at this point, Takeo is a teenager, more independent, and is stronger/can tale care of himself

-Hitoshi feels better now about being able to put his attention elsewhere (focus less on Takeo)

-so he brought up to his husbands "Hey, do ya maybe wanna have another kid?"

-and they were like "omigosh yeah totally yes let us have another child"

-and there were twins!

-one boy and one girl!

-Hitoshi was just as confused as Baku when twins showed up

-"hol' up I only signed up for 1 kid not 2"

-"too bad they're yours"

-"Two for the price of one!" <- that's Hanta

-Biologically speaking, both of them are Hitoshi's, but the boy has Denki's DNA and the girl has Hanta's

-the boy has a resting bitch face and cries a lot

-the girl has resting sad face, but she's actually pretty cool

-the boy's quirk is Electroshock Therapy (mostly like Denki's quirk, except when he shocks you, you're under his control) and the girl's name is Mind Bind (it looks like Deku's Black Whip, except whenever it wraps around someone, they're under her control)

-the boy's name is Masashi (Commander; General) and the girl's name is Maemi (Honest Child)

-it's a bit weird for Takeo to have newborn siblings, but he loves them regardless!

-the kids call their dads Dad (Hitoshi), Pop (Denki), and Dada (Hanta)

AOMINA

-since I HC that Yuuga is graysexual, he didn't really vibe with kids for a while after they were married

-but Mina was totally fine with that!

-"hey it means I can still say fuck in my own house it's cool it's cool"

-although when Mina expressed further interest in kids a bit down the line, Yuuga was like "mmmmokay why not"

-and they had a girl!

-she has pink skin and weird eyes like Mina, but blonde hair and purple eyes like Yuuga!

-she also doesn't have horns

-she's very much like Mina

-she comes off as narcissistic at times, but she just has enough self-confidence for two people

-her quirk is Glo Splash (from one side of her body, she secretes one of the chemicals that make up the liquid in glow sticks, and the other half of her secretes the other chemical. She can mix them together to make it glow!)

-her name is Minako (child of Mina)

-Mina is not allowed to name their children anymore

-so when their son is born, Yuuga named him

-he got pink hair and horns and yellow eyes, but normal skin and normal eyes

-he's oddly very timid and anxious, which gives him a disconnect from the rest of his outgoing family

-his quirk is Lazer Horn (he can shoot lasers like Yuuga's from his horns)

-his name is Yukio (Snow Boy)

-the kids have hyphenated last names (Ashido-Aoyama) as opposed to having only one last name like their parents

-the most fab family has matching names: Yuuga and Yukio, Mina and Minako

-both the kids are fluent in French, and know snippets of English (we stan multilingual families)

-the kids call their parents Père (Yuuga) and Mama (Mina)

HAGOJIROU

-since Tooru was already pregananant when they got married, their first kid was quite a tad older than the majority of their Classmate's kids

-eh it's fine tho

-the first kid was a beautiful girl!

-due to her quirk, she likes to wear bright, complex clothing as to not go unnoticed

-she also makes a point to talk relatively loudly especially when in crowds

-her quirk is Ninja (physically, she is only an outline. She cannot be seen if she is standing still or the person looking for her doesn't know she's there)

-her name is Chieko (child blessed with wisdom)

-they had a second child a few years later on

-a boy!

-his fav hero is Ground Zero (to Mashirao's dismay)

-anyone who says otherwise can catch these hands

-he is also a woman respecter 100% through and through

-he can and will kick ass

-his quirk is Invisishift (he can turn himself invisible)

-kinda plain, but he loves it!

-his name is Ryuji (Dragon Child)

-A couple years after that (7-8 years or so) they had one more kid

-yet another boy!

-he's a lot like his mom (likes pranks, friendly, just a cool dude)

-he has really poofy curly hair

-his quirk is Tail (it's just Mashirao's quirk idk what to tell y'all)

-his name is Taishiro (Ambitious Boy)

-(i JUST learned that he shares his name with Fat Gum that was not planned I promise)

-all the kids can kick ass

-"Martial arts is an excellent form of exercise for children!" <- Mashirao

-the kids call their parents Mum (Tooru) and Pops (Mashirao)

-everyone's last name is Ojirou

MOMOJIROU

-Momo was really excited to have kids when their friends started announcing their pregnancies/having kids

-Baby Fever if you will

-Kyouka also wanted kids, but wasn't as outwardly excited as Momo

-and they had twiiiiiiiins

-also one boy and one girl

-because apparently there can't be same-sex twins in my headcanons

-the girl is more like Kyouka

-kinda punk, wants to be a hero, all that jazz (haha music)

-the boy is more like Momo

-elegant, charismatic, wants to go into Hero Management

-the girl's quirk is Stereo Heart (she has earphone jacks, and can play any sound she's ever heard, plus combinations) and the boy's is Bass Boost (he also has earphone jacks, but he can only alter his heartbeat (increase bass, vibrato, ect.))

-the girl's name is Satoshi (Intelligent History) and the boy's is Utano (Field Of Songs)

-both the kids are musically talented and very smart

-thanks for the great talents, moms!

-the kids call their parents Mom (Kyouka) and Mama (Momo)

-sometimes Kyouka and Momo can't tell which parent the kid is calling for, so they usually both yelling back (or the wrong one)

-it's a whole process to get the attention of the mom you want

-"HEY MOM"

-"YEAH?"

-"NO NOT YOU, MAMA, I SAID M O M"

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twokinkybeans · 3 years

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The Arachnoids: ROCK BAND AU [Starker] - Chapter 3: “WORLD TOUR WISHES”

READ “CHAPTER 3: WORLD TOUR WISHES” ON AO3

Other Chapters: Prologue Chapter 1: Soundcheck Setback Chapter 2: Roadie Rush (To be continued)

Taglist: @crystallinecrimsonmoth & @staticwhispersinthedark

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Chapter 3: World Tour Wishes

The show is on fire. Not literally, of course, but Peter can’t stop smiling and jumping around the stage. The audience is super enthusiastic and responsive, much better than most of the crowds they played for so far. It’s the blessing and the curse of being an opening band when people don’t know your songs yet. It’s a great shot at promoting your music, but sometimes it results in an audience that sells you off as background music while they keep chatting to their friends. Peter doesn’t blame them, before he was in a band himself, he did the same thing.

Not this crowd. Some of the teens squeezed together in the front even wear some of their merch. Peter is 99% sure that all of this is a dream. That he’ll wake up any second now and sigh when reality comes crashes down on him. But then, he also knows that all of this is in fact very much a real thing and it has his mind blown.

“This is our last song for tonight,” MJ breathes into her mic. She gracefully accepts one of the other roadies handing her her bass guitar for the final piece of their set. Quickly, she puts the strap over her head. “But that doesn’t mean the party is over! Who… Is ready for The Avengers?!”

The crowd cheers and whistles and it’s a sign for MJ to continue while the energy is at its high. She nods, Ned brings his drum sticks together four times to count down to the beginning of the song. Peter’s fingers easily travel their way across his guitar and he stalks over to Ned, playing towards him. Ned laughs and adds a little more energy and the crowd breaks into yet another wave of cheers.

“We were The Arachnoids, you’ve been amazing for us. Thank you so much and enjoy the rest of the show!”

The second they set foot backstage, the three of them break into a series of squeals and a very uncoordinated, jumpy group hug. “Holy fuck, that was-” Peter rushes out and shakes his head in disbelief. MJ squeezes both boys into her sides and chuckles, just as amazed as the others. “This, this is what I want for the rest of my life,” Ned states and Peter bumps into him a little more. “Yes, please, I don’t want this to ever end.” “Crazy, it was absolutely-”

MJ never gets to finish her sentence when suddenly there’s a scoff coming up from behind them. Peter turns around. “So,” none other than Tony Stark mumbles as he stares them up and down. “I didn’t know you’d be this young. You legally drinking yet?” Peter frowns, unsure what to respond. “We’re young enough to not crash after one shot, unlike you,” MJ retorts. Tony huffs dismissively and shakes his head. “You must be… Venus.” “Pleasure to meet you.” “Mmmh,” is all the famous guitarist responds. He sniffs and looks around, clearly trying to find something he can use as an excuse to get away from them. Peter feels his heart sink. During the show, he’d somehow forgotten about the mood-killing presence that was Tony, and now it hits him right in the face.

“Alright, we’ll get going. Wouldn’t want to mess up your precious extra time to set up the stage.” The man raises an eyebrow, clearly not expecting that. He laughs. “Go on then, little spiders,” he sneers at the boys. “Follow your Queen.”

MJ keeps her head up proudly when she walks past him. Peter and Ned quickly follow. Peter can hear how Tony diverts his attention to someone else and he lets out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. “Fucker,” MJ mutters under her breath. “God, I didn’t know I could hate someone this bad. Seriously, what’s his issue?” She takes off her bass and sighs, carefully placing it in the designated standard. Peter does the same with his guitar.

“I should go help the roadies with my drum kit” Ned whispers apologetically. “I’ll meet you back here to watch the show?” “Yeah!” Peter confirms. He feels a tad bit conflicted about having to watch The Avengers now. He still likes the music, obviously. He should just enjoy it as much as he can “I saw a bottle of champagne in the trailer by the way. We should celebrate after their set ends!” “Oh my god yes,” Ned piques up with newfound interest. “Well, they better hurry up then!” “Ha, gotta wait till midnight, honey,” MJ teases and she waves as Ned walks over to the stage again to help with the drum kit. Peter finds the cases of his guitar and MJ’s bass, and together they put them in there.

“Guys!” Harley comes rushing past and he gives them a double thumbs up. “I don’t have much time right now, but you were absolutely amazing out there. I fucking loved it! I’ll talk to you after the main set, ‘kay?” With that, he’s gone again. MJ stares after him and Peter grins. “Harley’s nice, isn’t he, MJ?” “Oh, fuck you,” MJ snorts and shakes her head, her eyes sparkling playfully. “I’ll take back what I said earlier.” “Which part exactly?” Peter teases. MJ nudges him and wraps her arm around his shoulders. “That, little spider, is anyone’s guess.”

Peter smiles and presses a quick kiss onto her cheeks and then grabs his guitar case. “Let’s get these back to our trailer and then we watch the show?” “Solid plan.” Together, they walk back to the trailer. Peter’s mind is still buzzing with a post-concert haze and he loves it. Tony Stark may not like ‘em, but everyone else seems to have a different opinion and that’s all that matters.

The Avengers’ show is amazing. It’s very different, watching them play from the sides rather than the crowd. Peter never imagined his first time actually seeing the band live would be from this angle. He enjoys every single second of it. Ned found his way back to them easily and the three of them are vibing, singing along, and having lots of fun overall. At one point, some of the roadies and crew join their little party and Peter loves it. Loves this; meeting new people within the industry. He finally feels like maybe, maybe, this is what his future might look like.

Just as with the soundcheck, as soon as Tony sets foot on the stage and starts singing or playing every trace of his appalling behavior has vanished. He looks like a true rock star out there. He is a true rock star. He owns the stage fully; pacing around with big strides, playfully cracking a joke here and there between songs. Even Natasha and Steve seem to loosen up slowly but surely. The redhead smiles wide when Tony walks over to her for a little guitar vs. bass play-off, and Steve’s motions become grander with every single hit on the drums.

The stage lights, the smoke, the gravely warm voice coming from Tony’s throat combined with the audience singing along every single word… It’s magical. Marvelous.

“Aaaahhh, thank you so much, everyone! Woah, what a way to end this beautiful year!” Tony breathes into the microphone, slightly out of breath after ending a particularly fast-paced song. He raises his hands and bathes in the cheers from the crowd. “Now!” He continues and looks behind him where there is now a projected timer, indicating it’s no more than one minute until the new year starts. “I want us all to count down from ten to one together! Anyone got any good resolutions… Nat? Steve?” Natasha laughs and she leans in a little closer to her mic. “What about a world tour, Tony?” “Ah!” Tony exclaims and bounces on his toes. “What a good idea! We’re definitely doing that! Should we drop the tour list after our show? Steve?” “Why not!” “Alright, that’s settled then!” Tony stops moving and cocks his head, glancing at the timer quickly. It’s at 00:00:13. He rubs his hands together and raises his mic towards the audience this time. “Ten!” Everyone screams. “Nine!” “Eight!” “Seven!” “Six!” “Five!” “Four!” “Three!” “Two!” “ONE!”

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!” Everyone fucking loses it at this point. The pyrotechnics detonate the stage gerbs and it sets off in fountains of sparks. Peter grabs Ned and MJ and pulls them in for a tight hug. “Happy new year, and may it bring a series of life-changing events for our band!”

Harley stalks over towards the band and the other roadies with a large plate filled with long champagne glasses. He hands them out to everyone, wishing them a happy new year too. After he’s handed them to the backstage crew, he makes his way onto the stage to give the last three glasses to The Avengers. Tony raises his glass.

“Who’s ready to mosh?!”

It feels so utterly surreal now that everything’s over. Peter can’t quite understand the feeling. Happiness flutters inside him, but a hint of sadness clouds his brain as well. He wishes the night would never end, but it already had. The band had their little after-party in the small trailer with some random people from the tech crew and now they were packed up and ready to go home. It was only a short ride. They could’ve stayed here and slept in the trailer, but honestly, they were all longing for their own beds to crash in. “I’ll go get the van,” Peter says with a smile and grabs the keys. He’d only had one glass of champagne at midnight, and that’d been two hours ago so the alcohol has left his system already. He’s good to drive.

The van is parked not far from the stage terrain, but he makes sure to dress up warmly to face the outside world. It’s not freezing at all, but cold enough to want the comfort of a good winter coat. He jumps out of the van and starts walking. He passes the stage and shakes his head. It looks so massive from down here, and he can’t believe he was on it.

“Howdy, space boy?”

Peter freezes, startled. He immediately realizes who spoke to him, though. Peter grits his teeth together and slowly turns to face The Avengers’ guitarist. He’s so done, so utterly done with the man’s cocky behavior. And you know what? Peter’s got nothing to lose anymore. They played, they had their fun out there, it’s time he stands up for him and his band. They might be young, and new to the industry- but he’s proud of what they’ve built so far.

“Seriously, what’s your problem with us?” Peter clamps his teeth together right after he’s said it. The surprise sparking in Tony’s eyes is worth it, though. “I beg your pardon?” “Everything we do, say, or even look at is reason enough for you to humiliate us over. I looked up to you, big, big time. Guess I was wrong about you.” Somehow, that’s enough to silence the other man. He simply stares back at Peter, clear astonishment written over his face. It confuses Peter.

“You got some nerve, kid,” Tony says, finally. His voice wavers. Peter shrugs, unsure what else to do. He expected Tony to fight back instantly, but the man looks truly thrown off-guard. Tony sniffs. “I gotta admit, I admire that.” “You what?” “I’m serious. People don’t talk back to me unless they know me. Until you and your band came hopping along apparently.” “Still doesn’t explain a thing.”

“Look, Bambi-” “Bambi?” “Spiderling, then. See, it’s nothin’ against you- or your little band. On the contrary, I think you kiddos got something unique going on out there.” Tony pauses for good measure. “The thing is, I’m just having an incredibly shitty day.” For the first time, Peter believes he can see through the cracks of Tony’s persona. He doesn’t look annoyed. No, it’s definitely no annoyance. It’s fear. “Oh?” Peter asks quietly, not sure how to handle the different turn of this conversation. Not sure which boundaries he might be overstepping.

As soon as the cracks showed, they’re gone again. Tony straightens his shoulders and presses his lips together into a thin line. “Right.” The man sniffs once. “I forgot how clueless I was when I was your age.” Peter snorts. “You got issues man, I hope you sort them out soon. People are fed up with you.” “You don’t know me. Or them.” “No, that’s true. But I do know that simple annoyance can turn into resentment real fast. Don’t be a dick.” “Oh, fuck off. You’re too young to be wise like that.” “And you’re too young to be so cranky.” Peter says and he sighs. He shrugs, feeling a little bit helpless. It’s actually rather pathetic how Tony behaves. It’s not Peter’s problem to solve.

“My band’s waiting for me. I gotta go.” Peter starts to turn around again but Tony stops him. “Wait, kid, what’s your name?”

“Peter. Peter Parker.”

And with that, he walks off.

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steveusesfaberge · 5 years

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He Needs Her

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary: What was he without her? Lost in his own despair, his mind and soul swallowing him whole...Billy can’t find a way out of this nightmare. After saying things he didn’t mean...he’s left alone. His room is thrown into a disaster...he’s so tired...so gone...So...he goes to get Y/N back...because he can’t do it without her...he loves her.

Type/Style: Requested, Imagine, female pronouns

Warning(s): Angst, Cursing, self-destructive Billy (he gets violent, throwing stuff...etc.)

Word Count: +6,800

a/n: Okay - so this is basicallyyyyy Billy having the biggest meltdown...lots of memories and fluff inside those memories, but overall a very angsty story...he misses his girl lots...

It does have a fluffy ending sooo~ yay! <3

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“Never come back.” The words stung like hellfire, but Billy only licked his lips, eyes forced to the stretch of road before him. His grip on the wheel tight as her words echoed in his mind. The silence in the car was drowning him and he felt suffocated, but even if he said something - it wouldn’t change what he’d done.

“Billy.” It felt like a slap to the face. The way she’d spoken his name so...coldly. He had heard the tremble in her words, and it only had him bit his lip remembering it - crushing the gas pedal down further. Faster. Faster. Faster.

What had he done to get here? Well...it was all a blur - the night washed in black corruption that he couldn’t survive without a beacon of light; of hope...and yet...that light had been berated and degraded...the light was gone. His heart twisted painfully.

They’d gone to a party together - upon his request she’d agreed. C’mon, princess - they’re expecting us. She’d only laughed - and God, how he missed her laugh. Perfectly carved from a chorus of saints and blessings. Us? You mean they’re expecting you...Mr. Keg King. Her voice left a starved ache in him. If Billy had known that was one of the last times he’d talk to her with such sweetness in her voice...he’d have never let her go to that fucking party.

You want a drink, angel? He’d offered to get her one, to which she refused. It’s probably spiked...besides, one of us has to be sober enough to get us home, Hargrove. She’d always been the responsible one - always reminding him that he shouldn’t be so reckless. He’d always told her she worried too much - but it seemed that Karma had the longest memory and irony decided that fate would be shaken...because recklessness was too placid a word for how he’d acted that night. Thoughtless. Ignorant. Irrational. There wasn’t a word for how he’d acted...no word strong enough...

He’d secured his spot as the Keg King once more, finishing with a loud cheer and the roaring of a half-drunk crowd. How could he pass up a keg stand? - A new challenger approached and all he saw was victory.

She’d stood there - in the front, arms crossed over her stomach as she watched with an eye roll. He’d almost choked on his own alcohol-flavored spit; right then and there. With his leather jacket around her shoulders, her y/c/h hair let loose to frame her face angelically...she looked like a model. Billy only winked, while running his tongue over the skin of his teeth. Earning him a slow, mocking clap from the pretty girl.

He could hold his alcohol better than anyone - and everyone knew that about Hargrove. So, downing six more drinks and he was still standing without an issue. Maybe a slow-tone to his words, but it only added to the seduction of his voice.

He was in the middle of it all - and that’s just how Billy liked it. Attention. Eyes on him...everyone floored by the man he was. If he’d known it’d be the last night to see her eyes...he’d have begged and prayed for only her attention, her eyes, her light, her heart alone...some man he was...

Y/N had been off to the side; after shouting over the music that her head hurt and she was tired (she’d been dancing with him for some time now, but certainly didn’t have the energy he did - nor the beer in his system). Oh, c’mon, babygirl -- stay with me? If only he’d known how much those words could mean to someone... He’d taken advantage of them. He’d taken advantage of the simplicity of slowing down...because Billy Hargrove never slowed down...and maybe that’s why he ended up crashing and burning.

He’d been dancing with some random girl - not sure who she was, nor did he care. Her body was ironed to his, and while his mind was swimming with a disoriented haze he carried on...he hadn’t been thinking straight, and it was only the start of it all. His words slow and his mind slower. His blood had been fast and his heart had been faster.

Excuse me, sorry...just gonna take him home now... Y/N hadn’t been upset with Hargrove for chatting it up with someone else. She only rolled her eyes. As a drunk Billy was always a flirty Billy (she swore he’d ask out Steve’s hair if he could in such a wrecked state). Hmmm? Pretty girl wants to dance with me now? He’d teased. He could decipher the easy things - like how this was his girlfriend and that she was now dragging him out of the hot, stuffy house to the front yard. Billy had a harder time picking up on the smaller things in his state of blind bliss...like when to shut up and what not to say at what times.

The air was cool and it sent a wave of tension down his back as his muscles reacted kindly to the change of atmosphere, a sigh come to his lips. Tell me why we walked here again? Y/N had groaned while zipping the leather jacket up, having a slight chill find her bones.

Because my house is only a few blocks away, angel - and it’d have been a waste of gas. Billy had chuckled at that, walking as if he didn’t have beer flowing through his veins with the amount of alcohol he’d taken in - probably half his body weight. His arm slung around her, bringing her closer. It didn’t seem like he were really drunk at all.

Y/N had only hummed, resting her hear his collarbone as they strolled leisurely in the direction of the said home. How can you even walk straight, Billy? You’re practically bleeding alcohol... He shrugged. I’m immune to consequences. That was a lie. A lie worse than any he’d ever tell again in his life...because if that were true...she’d have been here with him as he raced down the backstreets - telling him to slow down and get his shit together before they skid off the road...

Mhm, sure, Billy. She’d noticed that his gait was a bit off, though she expected that. His head still stuck in cloud-nine. He was talking just fine though, so she didn’t think much of it. Why’re we leaving anyway? He’d whined while glancing down to the y/c/h haired girl.

Because you were getting to that weird grey-zone where you started getting too close to people you don’t know. In other words; Billy was getting too handsy for Y/N’s taste. But I was having fun. She rolled her eyes at his weak comprehension. Playing with his fingers, she curled and uncurled them as he hung his arm around her neck.

I wasn’t - and it was getting late. Billy had groaned. Shaking his head in an irritation stirred by intoxication. You’re no fun, Y/L/N. Y/N had raised a brow, knowing he used her last name when he was annoyed - he was so dramatic.

From there, Billy couldn’t really remember what had been said to throw the situation out of control...he knew though, that he had been the one to blame. His unfiltered ego and confident intoxication left him with the brutal mess of his own damn mind.

He was now parked outside his house, he’d gone for a drive, the sun just beginning to set. Getting out with a slam of his door, he walked to the front entrance, mind still replaying everything that had happened that night...what he’d said to her.

God, Y/N! See - I knew, I knew this would happen! It always happens with girls like you! He’d shouted into the night as if the stars might take his side. They did not, and they let him fight this battle of errors on his own.

They’d stopped walking long ago...only halfway to his house.

Excuse me, Hargrove? Why had he said that? Why didn’t he take it back? Maybe it was because, at some point, she’d brought up Harrington - how he’d told her to keep an eye on Billy at parties. Billy hated that she talked to him. Billy hated it even more, that she’d taken advice from him; treating Billy as a child under Steve’s words.

You know. I’m sick and tired, of Harrington, Harrington, Harrington...you know? I don’t need to hear his damn name from your fucking mouth, Y/N. Why does it matter if he wants you to ‘watch me or not’, heaven forbid - I go off on my own at a party!

Billy was drunk...Billy was drunk...Billy was drunk...that’s what she told herself over and over to help keep her cool. He didn’t know what he was saying, just a little jealous...he didn’t know what he was saying...he didn’t know what he was say--

And I don’t need - you - watching out for me like my fucking mother, thanks for that. If I wanted, I can do whatever the hell I want, with whoever the fuck I want. There’re plenty of girls in this shit-hole town.

The chanting was fragmented in her mind and she could only stare at him. She wondered how he could drink so much alcohol...and yet his voice and words came out as smooth as butter. It made her eyes brim with emotion, she clenched her fists. Relax. He’s not thinking right. Don’t let his dumbass get to you.

Billy. Shut up, and keep walking. I’m not getting into this with you right now. She warned while reaching for his hand. He jerked it away.

No! You don’t get to call the shots like...like you’re in control! Did Steve tell you to do that too? Did he tell you that -- that all you do is hold me back, ‘Billy, no more beer’, ‘Billy, stop driving so fast’, ‘Billy - I thought we talked about this?’ He never did have a defect in his words, because everything he’d said was a flaw.

I hold you back, Hargrove...? she didn’t even know what to say. It was hard for her to pick apart lies from truth, and Billy from the alcohol.

Yeah, don’t you think I know I can get any girl here? The girls back there - are all fucking down for it. I get calls left and right, but here I am with a girl who listens to Harrington like he’s some saint.-- It was Y/N’s turn to cut in. Her face was red with frustration at the past twenty-three minutes of arguing with a drunk only to be faced with this. Who knew it’d only take seven seconds to crumble...

Go back to the party then, Billy! Go find some girl - and fuck her till you come to your damn senses! See if I care! Hot tears streaked her skin, and there was a flash in Billy’s eyes as a small part of him found himself sobering up at the sight of the girl before him.

Go back to that party and never come back. I don’t want to talk to you anymore, Billy. I’m going home. I’m so sorry if I held you back, Hargrove! I’m so fucking sorry for wasting your time - I only love you...and no (she’d laughed as she spoke, the tears still finding her eyes) -- no, you don’t need to ask; Steve didn’t tell me that. I thought I knew that you loved me too...I was wrong.

I was wrong. It was printed into his heart. Burning through his eyelids as he tried to sleep. It’d been seventeen days, nineteen hours, and twenty-two minutes since he’d spoken to Y/N. Seen her. Felt her. And every damn second hurt. Every damn second counted because he’d been talking out of his ass when he’d yelled at her and there was no way he could turn it around...

One, two three...

He was in his room, hands running through his hair. He hadn’t slept very well since that night. Billy hadn’t done very well at all...if a girl left him - he’d laugh and brush it off. Bounce back better than before.

Seven, eight, nine...

Not this time. He couldn’t even stand long enough to spring back. He hadn’t laughed since she’d been there; a ghost in his room now. He could see her dancing around, tripping over air while he watched from his bed...seated as he was now. Except he’d have a cigarette in his mouth, his eyes filled with desire and fire. Music would be playing and he’d watch Y/N flounder around - either singing to the song or getting distracted with something in his room.

Twelve, thirteen, fourteen...

You need to dust. Y/N had once said while grimacing. The dust can sit there for my entire life and I wouldn’t give a single shit, Y/N/N. She’d only snorted, laughing. Her hands skimming his dresser as she examined his things. Oh, is this what you use? She had been talking about his cologne, and Billy would nod.

Twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine...

Mhm. Every day, princess. Squirting it in the air, Y/N would walk into it. It smells good. He’d chuckle. I know, I bought it. Her y/c/e eyes were always so pretty - and looking to him; she’d smile. A smile so perfect - with lips so sweet...his knees would quiver with the thought of her. His mind turning to dust at the thought of her now gone.

Thirty-two, thirty-three, thirty-four...

Is this yours too, Billy? He’d glance over from his bed, now laying down, one leg bent at the knee, as his head was turned in her direction; still waltzing around. Y/N - this is my room...everything is mine. Including the beautiful creature curiously peeking at his belongings - she had been his...God, he still considered her his.

Forty-five, forty-six, forty-seven...

I know, but -- I was just asking to confirm. She pointed to his large radio and cassette player, resting on the dresser with all of his other junk (she always told him he should clean up...yet when he tried to - she’d scold him for ruining the perfect Billy mess).

Fifty-seven, fifty-eight, fifty-nine...

Yeah, it’s mine.

Sixty.

Another dreadful minute passed by. The memories of Y/N fading with the dying light of the sun through his window. Peals of her laughter still haunting his mind even without her being there.

His eyes wandered to the stereo rested on his dresser. Billy stood up, walking to it in a hushed sound of boots on wood. A small stack of cassettes was placed beside it, all gifts from Y/N... One, in particular, stuck out, having his name written on it; scribbled hearts surrounding it. He traced the oh-so-familiar handwriting with his pointer.

♡ For Billy Hargrove ♡

He licked his lips, turning it over in his hands, thinking about how she’d touched it - she’d made it for him. He popped the mixtape into the player’s opening and pushed it into position.

There was a soft clicking, and then...music filled the room. Music that reminded him painfully - of her. Songs they both loved, songs she knew he loved, and songs she knew he’d come to love...

He placed his hands to rest on the edge of the furniture. Head down as he stared at the ground. Billy - you’ll love this song! Come listen!

Song after song, he felt himself losing it. Every shred of dignity, every scrap of control...it was all fading away with each ending verse. His eyes screwed shut; gritting his teeth as he curled his hands into fists, his nails digging into the wooden dresser.

Have you ever heard this one, Billy? It’s really good!

He’d never been a man of honor. He’d never had something worth his fire. Worth his spirit. Worth his time. Billy had never seen a reason to care about anyone else’s skin but his own.

But she changed him. Y/N...she changed him. She’d gradually taught him how to be sincere. His words were his honor and his fire was worth keeping lit. She gave him a reason to smile, through every hurricane...every storm...every pain...every doubt...every loss...every loss except this one.

What’s this, princess?

It’s a mixtape, silly! - I made it for you! You know...for our anniversary...b-but...I guess you can have it now...I forgot to put it away when you said you’d be coming over.

Oh...I didn’t k-know that, angel. I didn’t think it was for n-next week - I just saw my name on it and--

It’s okay! Just take it now! I have more gifts anyway!

Thanks, angel...

Any time, devil-boy. You like the Scorpions, right? Guns N’ Roses? Aerosmith? Bon Jovi? Metal--

Yes, Y/N -- and I’m sure whatever else you put on here is fine. I’ll love it because you gave it to me, dollface.

No One Like You was leaving a sour taste in his mouth. The song reminded him too much of his mistakes - it turns out...Billy wasn’t immune to consequences. How arrogant he’d been...he had spoken fire and gotten burnt.

Billy...you love me...right?

What kind of question is that? -- Can’t you just enjoy the movie, babycakes?

I..I am! I just...do you?

For fuck's sake...of course, I do! What’s gotten into you? You...you know I love you. More than anyone else in this hellhole of a world... Why do you ask?

Just making sure...because...I love you, and it’d suck if you didn’t love me back.

But I say it all the time, angel.

I know...but...what happens if you changed your mind one day?

I won’t, angel. I won’t.

And he hasn’t. He never did, and he never will. Seventeen days, nineteen hours, and...now, forty-nine minutes... Each second only dug deeper, each minute only burning longer, each hour taking him by the neck and breaking him...and each day? Leaving him more hopelessly in love than the last.

He needed her, he wanted her, he missed her...he was greedy for her. Billy always wanted, wanted, wanted...he always needed, needed, needed... Only now, his vision was obscured, the colors swimming together like he was driving too fast down the roads of Hawkins. He fought off the wave of sobs that were threatening to close in on his being. He slammed a fist on the dresser. The power only dispatching a vibration of shock through his arm...nothing compared to the misery his sanity was taking - hit by hit, blow by blow, bit by bit...

The words of Still Loving You by the Scorpions mocked him. Sucking the air from his lungs leaving him speechless, his body shaking in a fit of protest. It wasn’t fair...it wasn’t fair...it wasn’t fair...

Tears had everything look the same, his hands striking out - casting everything off his dresser. His car keys went flying, his magazines littered the floor, books crashed down, and his heart jumped to his throat. He seized his Aramis cologne and hurled it at the wall, yelling as he did so. The strong scent wafting up, encasing him in her embrace because she liked to spray it on herself when she came over...she’d hug him and that’s all he could smell - mixed with a gentle touch of lavender and all things sweet.

Shaking his head, he harshly wiped his vision clear - not lasting very for long, as the agony consumed him and the room spun. Flinging the dresser drawers from their places, he threw them to the floor. He was lucky his weights were in his closet, packed away...he’d have busted his windows and the walls otherwise...

Billy tore the posters down and smashed the photos he had framed. His knuckles were red, cuts oozing blood from his reckless actions. He was panting, his breathing labored and unsteady as his lips produced moans of despair.

Looking up, he saw himself in his mirror. He stumbled to it, walking around the bit and pieces of broken room. A hand coming up to touch the glass - his eyes were bloodshot and his face was glistening with a mix of tears and sweat. His hair was unkempt, his shirt was hanging off his shoulders and he looked like he’d just walked out of a bar fight.

The man’s blue eyes were staring holes into Billy as he stood in the glass across from him. The man he was - the pitiful being he’d stooped to. Images of Y/N standing behind him, hugging him as he fixed his slight imperfections in the same full-body mirror he was crouched by now.

His hand reared back, and the speculum was a shattered mess of jagged lines and spiderwebs made from thin air of his grief and anger. He couldn’t look himself in the eyes...he saw how bad it was and it only made things worse. His fists beat the wall until a dent was made and his hands bled. His sobs were loud and uncontrolled.

A stray photo was calling his name out of the corner of his fuzzy sight. It was pinned down by glass and he wiped it away, not caring if he’d get nicked by it. Billy’s hands shakily holding it up to eye-level, he used the palm of his free hand to rub the sadness away to see it clearly.

A smiling girl was staring back at him. Her arms around a man’s neck, his gaze not even paying mind to the camera...all he could see was the y/c/h haired woman in his arms. Then, click, and someone had taken that photo...someone had given it to Billy...someone had framed it for him...and he’d broken it. He folded it, trembling as he put it in his breast pocket.

He was collapsing from his ferocity and the remains of his room shamed him into a ball as he buried his face in his knees. Sitting on the floor by the broken mirror that reflected a broken man, brazenly cracked, every missing piece tossed away, yet it still managed to pretend to work...it was a spitting image of him and it shook Billy to his core.

The four walls containing the hell he’d given, representing his mind now. A splintered, haze of everything he owned - everything he knew - everything he was.

He was gagging on his own spit, suffocating on his cologne, and drowning in an ocean of loneliness he didn’t think possible.

Love, our love, just shouldn’t be thrown away.

I will be there...I will be there...

If we’d go again all the way from the start.

I would try to change the things that killed our love.

The lyrics ridiculed him. The song seeping into every cut on his hands, stabbing him in the sides, and having Billy’s grip on the last bit of reality slip away. He ran his hands through his curls, shaking his head as he let the sobs tear his throat raw.

He missed her, God, he missed her...where was she? At home? At a friend’s? At the movies? At the library? Billy needed to find her. He needed to find her and he needed to never let her go. Not again. Not like this. He wasn't going to let this fall like this.

And so, catching himself before he failed completely...he stood up. Dug through the mess for his keys and left.

Faster. Faster. Faster. He needed to be faster. He’d let too much time slip by, too embarrassed to fix himself - too lost to find himself...he hadn’t even thought of what to say when he got there...he prayed to a God he didn’t believe in that he’d just know.

Skid marks were left on the road seven feet behind him as Billy swerved to a stop. The familiar house with two-stories, and one room to the left of the house, ideally aligned with a tree. Wiping his nose with shaking hands, his shirt-sleeves uneven and wrinkled, he shuffled his way to the front door; a pocket heavy with a photo he loved. His jeans had some blood on them - from rubbing his hands along them, in an attempt to clean them. The guilt was still there though, and he wasn’t sure it’d ever be purged from his soul.

The front porch was familiar. Nights of classic-movie-scene walks up...where they’d share a moonlit kiss before parting ways. He ran his hand on the railing, remembering the times Y/N would sit there in the cushioned chairs, waiting for him to pick her up for a date. His lungs hurt.

He stood in front of the door for what felt like an eternity. Billy only managed to knock on it when he realized this was the only time he’d ever be able to work the courage up to talk to her. He needed her. He needed her. He needed her.

“Can I help y--,” a low voice had Billy’s bloodshot eyes snap up. His lips curling into a snarl at the sight of Steve Harrington. He wanted to bash his head in, yell at him, dig him a grave six feet under and bury him alive...

Instead...all Billy did was cry.

The brown-eyed boy looked at him in shock. The state of Hargrove was not pretty. He was stained with blood (Steve worried whose), his skin was flushed, his eyes were red, his form was shaking, and he looked like he’d walked from hell and back and only made it by the skin of a miracle.

“Shit, man. Um, you...you alright?” That was really the best he could come up with? Really, Harrington? This guy’s a fucking wreck...and you ask him if he’s alright?

Billy shook his head, his shoulders heavy as he used the doorframe to hold himself up. “No-o. I’m not okay, Harrington.” He bit his lip to keep from sounding too desperate - though he was long past the return of pride.

“W-What the hell are you even d-doing here?” Hargrove then spat like venom.

Steve found that protective streak in himself; crossed his arms and glared at the blond. “I could ask you the same thing, asshole.”

Billy held back his temper - deciding for himself what to do. He wiped his eyes on his forearm and shouldered past the best friend. “Hey-- what the fuck, dude? I didn’t invi--” “Where is she?”

Steve shook his head, he wasn’t doing this right now - he wasn’t going to let him do this to her again. He’d seen the way Y/N was after that night. She’d walked all the way to Steve’s house, not knowing what to do with herself - it was late...probably two in the morning.

He let her in and hugged her comfortingly until she was ready to talk. When his best friend told him what had happened...Steve had jumped up, ready to beat the crap out of Billy. Y/N only stopped him; telling him to not hurt Billy...she’d made every excuse for Hargrove...and she waited...waited for him to come and apologize. One day...two days...three days...a week...two weeks...and then now.

Now...Billy Hargrove was standing at her front door - and Harrington wasn’t going to allow him to hurt her again.

He grabbed the man by his arm as he pushed to the stairs, Steve yanked Billy back to the doorway. “Hargrove - get the fuck out! She does not want to see you.” It was a lie...all Y/N wanted was Billy...but Steve knew that she’d only break down at the sight of him, and it was just yesterday he’d gotten her to calm down fully (so like the good mother he was - Harrington was going to protect his child).

“I don’t c-care,” Billy’s voice cracked,” I want to see her...I want to see her.” His hands had come up to clutch Steve’s collar. His blue eyes blazing with passion and urgency and yearn... Steve turned his head away, hands up in a blank defense.

After a few seconds of Harrington not speaking, Billy spoke again.

“I-I...know what I did, H-Harrington. I-I’m trying to fix it...o-okay?” He licked his lips searching Steve’s eyes for anything... “You...you have to let me see her. I-I don’t care w-what you tell her...I fucking love her, and I always will....and-d I...I’m begging you, man.”

Steve shook the broken man’s hands off his shirt, stepping back, hand holding the door. Billy thought this was it - his whole being was destroyed to nothing...Steve was kicking him out...he’d never get to make it up to Y/N...he’d never be whole again.

“She’s in her room,” Steve grumbled, closing the door, with Hargrove still in the house - Billy gawking at him like he’d grown two heads. “But I’m warning you, Hargrove,” Harrington growled,” You pull shit like that again...,” Steve just shook his head, walking away into the hallway. “You know you do--,”

“I know I don’t deserve h-her.” Billy finished for him. He was much more hesitant to walk up those stairs now.

Turning before he entered the kitchen, Steve answered,” You don’t. You definitely don’t. But for some reason - you make her happy...so do your fucking job this time, will you?”

Knock, knock, knock...

She was sitting on her bed when the thuds beat down on her door. She rubbed her eyes, quickly putting the picture frame back on the nightstand - facing away from her as Steve had left it. (A picture of herself and a man whose arms were around her, her own around his neck. He hadn’t looked at the camera...and yet, she still framed the photo...wondering if he still had his...)

Y/N was a mess...she’d been a mess since that night. Even though she’d stopped crying in front of Harrington...that didn’t mean she’d stopped completely. Her hair was ratty and her skin was pale. She was a bit thinner and her clothes hung loosely on her frame.

She had his jacket piled on her bedsheets. At night, she’d hold it to her and try desperately to bring him back through sheer will. Maybe she should’ve given up on him...seventeen days...maybe she should’ve forgotten...

But a lie was a lie, no matter how it was spun. She’d never forget him. She could never forget him. His hair. His smile. His eyes. His face. His skin. His laugh. He was a ghost imitating everything she did.

It was like second-nature to her...she knew about the small scars along his skin, from a rough past and a wild present. Y/N knew about how he’d been scared to get his ear pierced - what would people think? She knew he liked his coffee black on bad days, and on good days he’d take milk with it...

Y/N could tell you the exact shade of his eyes - using numerous analogies...all relating to the sky and the ocean of the west coast...she’d never been there and that’s how she explained them. They’re so amazingly blue, like nothing I’ve ever seen before...

She could tell you about his soft spot for cats - or how he got uncomfortable when people touched his car stereo without permission...she could tell you about the times he’d come to her house; dead of night - with the only purposes of I missed you...can I just hold you? Or the nights when he’d come with a busted lip and a black eye...no words needed to communicate what he wanted...what he needed.

Y/N could tell you a lot about Billy Hargrove...why? Because...she loved him. She hated him, but she loved him...even after everything...

“Steve, the door’s unlocked,” she called out softly, not wanting to move from the mattress.

There was silence.

“Steve, just come in,” she groaned while standing up, wondering if this idiot was going to have her open the door for him. He’d been trying to coax her from her room for two weeks now...if this was his way of tricking her - it wasn’t going to work. (He’d been worse than her mother...hell, he was her mother...)

Heartbeats passed and she cursed under her breath, marching across the floor and ripping the door open. “Steve - stop, it’s not fu--”

Blue met y/c/e.

Her words failed her, her hands moving to hid her mouth, a silent cry filling her lungs.

“Y-Y/N--,” That was all he could get out before she tried slamming the door in his face. He pushed an arm out, holding the door off - his head down as he fought back his own tears.

“W-What do you want now, Billy?!” She rasped, her voice delicate as she pressed her back to the wood. Shaking her head as she used the door as a means to hold herself up - knees having been shot through since meeting those electrifying blue eyes.

Billy could tell she wasn’t trying to force the door shut...there was little pressure being applied, but he stayed still - forearm still keeping the space between door and doorway open. He couldn’t see her, but he could hear her small sobs and it had him choke up.

He’d never done this for anyone before...not for his life did he think he’d have crawled back to a girl...begging hands and knees to her best friend to let him in...no...she was different. Billy would do anything for her. Some called him crazy, some called him stupid...but he knew it was just the side-effects of love.

“I’m sorry.” Two simple words, two simple words strung together by a shaking voice and a man whom she loved with every fiber of her being. Y/N shook her head, her feet sliding on her carpeted floor - she slowly fell to the ground, her arms coming to circle her knees.

“N-Not...good enough, Billy.” She breathed while memories of their times together clouded her vision unfairly.

He was quiet. Placing his forehead to the cool mahogany. His arm still keeping the door in place, his other hand finding the idle doorknob. “I-I was an idiot...I am an idiot...I should’ve...I should’ve run after you.”

“You’re the best thing that’s ever h-happened to me,” he licked his lips, laughing dryly - as he thought about his fucked-up life,” Y-You know that.”

“I-I’ve never met someone as smart as you...” Y/N bit her cheek, her eyes finding the leather jacket she’d been holding onto for the last few weeks, still rested on her bed... she’d been told by the party, her friends, and her parents to throw it away...burn it...forget it...

“Someone as kind as you.” But they didn’t understand...She couldn’t burn the image of his eyes from her mind. She couldn’t burn the feeling of his skin on hers. Or how his gentle curls felt between her fingers. She couldn’t burn the ghost of his smile from her memories...she couldn’t burn the laugh that echoed through her being...because that’s simply how untouchable he was.

“Someone as beautiful as you.” But they didn’t understand...you cannot simply forget Billy. He was, and always will be, the most irresistible man she’d ever met and will meet. He was smarter than any street slick Y/N had ever had the pleasure of knowing...more clever than any Hawkins playboy she’d ever known. He knew his cards...he knew his strengths...and he hid his weaknesses...He left a picture in the back of your mind - that was simply how unforgettable he was.

“Someone as perfect as you.” But they didn’t understand... Throwing away Billy was like trying to rid yourself of poison and still drinking the contaminated bottle without a second thought. You can’t. He meant too much to her...Billy was everything to her...he was the smell of her bedsheets in the morning...he was the flow of adrenaline when she got scared, comforting her body in a wave of confidence...Billy was the shadow that followed her along the floor - making sure she’d never be alone...he was hers. He was hers...and she could not throw him away...because that was simply how much she loved him.

“I...I love you, Y/N. I fucking love you...and...and sometimes, it s-scares me. Because I-I didn’t realize how much I needed -you...until you were gone. Y-You’re the only thing keeping me a-alive in this fucked world. Y-Y/N...you’re the o-only person I want. The only person I’d give everything f-for...”

“I-I can’t do this without you...I...I was being an ass when I-I said I could...could get any girl. I-It’s not true - because I-I can’t replace you...it wouldn’t matter. T-They wouldn’t be y-you.” Billy had never poured his heart out like this. His chest hurt and he slid down to his knees, the door being the only thing keeping them apart...and even so, it was cracked open...

“Y-You don’t hold me back. That’s not true - you keep me from killing myself over stupid things. Like fights, street races, and drinking too much that I can’t stand. You don’t hold me back, Y/N,” he wondered if she was catching his poured heart...cradling it in a fine goblet of gold...he wondered if she was even listening. “You don’t hold me back, angel. You hold me up.”

“I love you, Y/N.”

The silence lasted one minute...then two...he counted three and when Billy reached twenty-four seconds into the fourth minute - the door was yanked open and revealed the most precious human being he’d ever laid eyes on.

A baggy t-shirt (one he recognized as his own), shorts too short for his taste (only because Harrington was still in the house and Billy didn’t like the idea of her walking around half-naked). She looked slim - God - was she eating? He hated himself.

Her hair was messy like she hadn’t touched it in a week....he longed to run his fingers through it though - untangle the knots and kiss her temple. Y/N’s eyes had bags under them - leaving a hollow crease of life upon her pale skin.

On his knees still, he lifted his arms weakly, the tears rolling down his face as he watched her. His lips quivered and he choked out,” Babygirl...stay with me.” He’d said the same words nights before - her y/c/e eyes shone with recognition...yet this time, it wasn’t a question. It wasn’t in a teasing quip...It was a desperate plea of the heart. Billy’s eyes were glossy - they held so much regret. Dragging his words to weeps as they stood there - staring at one another.

He looked horrible...his hair wasn’t done, his eyes were red, his face was tear-stained, his shirt was buttoned all wrong and hanging off his shoulders, his jeans were blood-stained, and he was half the height of the man she knew.

Yet, it was still the same dirty-blond hair she loved. He still had the same most breathtaking blue eyes; with a face, she’d kissed so many times. A shirt that she’d probably unbuttoned and worn herself more times than he did. Billy’s jeans were still the same white-wash that he loved, even when he was covered in dirt and grime from whatever the hell he’d gotten in to. And when he stood? He’d always be the same man she knew...the man she loved.

“Billy,” she breathed, throwing herself at him. Their bodies colliding with a soft thud as she bent down to collect herself in his open arms. “Angel, oh, m-my God, Y-Y/N.” He held her tightly...because he refused to let her go. Not this time...no...he swore on his life, he’d never let her go.

Whispering his watery apologies to her, he couldn’t keep his tough facade up (no, that’d been broken since he’d gotten there. It was shattered in his room, on the floor with the glass of his mirror). “I’ll treat you right this time...I’ll be yours...I’ll never do it again...please don’t leave me again...I’m sorry....I’m so, sorry, angel...forgive me...forgive me, Y/N.”

She didn’t answer him, only hungrily stole kisses from his open mouth, stealing the words of sorrow from his lips. The slight taste of salt lingered from his tears, mixing sweetly with the staleness of Marlboro cigarettes dogging his breath. His hands, trembling, tugged her body to his - closer than he’d ever held her before.

When they pulled away, they were sat on the floor, his back leaned against her doorframe. He was rubbing her clothed-back as she hid in his neck, her arms tightly wound around his torso as if he’d melt away. Billy had never felt so relieved in his life...he’d never felt so saved...so fortunate...to simply hold a body between his legs, arms circling a waist he loved. He wondered if she could hear his heart. The one that was loudest for her - the heart that cried when she left, having Billy do stupid...stupid things...like a beast...Y/N tamed him...like a drug...Y/N entangled him.

“I-I forgive you, Billy.” And that’s all it took...for Billy Hargrove to lose himself completely. In everything, she was; hanging on her every word. He’d never leave her side...Billy would never let himself do such a thing....not again.

“I don’t deserve you,” he murmured, thumb drawing circles into her hip, his voice coarse from his meltdown at home.

Y/N only shook her head. She needed him. He needed her. They deserved one another because that was simply how they were made...human flaws were meant to find the ones who made them...better. Whether it be a true defect in human nature...or a saving grace. Billy deserved her, just as Y/N deserved him.

Cupping his face, she let out a laugh...a real laugh...one she hadn’t produced in days. A smile so true, it stopped Billy’s heart...just for a moment. That moment being long enough for him to realize he had the love of his life back...reality made him return the simper.

“Did Steve tell you that, Hargrove? I thought we didn’t listen to Harrington, Billy?”

He kissed her.

a/n footer: You know that moment that your heart just...sighs? That’s what I felt writing this...

The request of Steve Harrington x Hargrove!Reader that everyone seems hyped about is coming out...tomorrow? How does that sound? :) Then pt.2 of Sunsets Back Home (because I’m angsty rn and I can’t ruin Sunsets fluff)

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loveau · 4 years

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college!au seulgi

request: elli!! can u please do a college gf au with seulgi? i think we could all use that cute fluffiness right now 🤧 p.s. thank u for sharing ur wonderful writing ilu 💕

major: business w/ a concentration in human resources management

minor: dance

club: prob vp of the school’s women in business club!!! she joined in the middle of her sophomore year and became vp in junior!

she’s most likely been an RA in her sophomore or junior for the upperclassmen

she was in it for the door decs before realizing she actually liked it lOL

originally was a bio major and was stressed about it, but switched to business after being an RA because she thought it was her calling???

it just fit a lot better and she didn’t have to stand there hunched over her lab work and worry about accidentally breathing in pathogens

she had declared a bio major because the plan was to go to med school if all else fails and she didn’t really know what else to do, so that was a safe option right?

never before had she been so relieved to find out that she actually really liked spending time in her business and management classes and leading her volunteer group and being an RA

she also now has an excuse to dress up super nicely for interviews and such because she had so many outfits in her closet but never got a chance to wear them out

she became so much more at ease and bubbly about it too

no more sitting in lecture halls having to recite the functions of B-cells or whatnot

it also helped to have sat down with her ARD irene who told her she might like business

it was a long process of convincing because most of it was spent trying not to keep gossiping about the other RAs on campus alfsdlknfmsdlgkn

afterwards she quits reslife so she can focus on other stuff and lives in an apartment near campus her senior year

she becomes pretty popular around campus for her happy personality and her calm energy to match, making it so easy to start a conversation with her or just hang out

seulgi will be studying somewhere in a common student area and previous residents or club mates or classmates will wave to her or stop by for a quick chat

she’s also normally p busy tho being the vp of the wib club and also making sure she’s updating her resume and leaving time on the weekends to volunteer at the animal shelter like she loves

and also making sure she isn’t spending too much on online shopping for clothes and oOPS HER FINGER SLIPPED AND NOW SHE HAS LIKE TWO TOPS AND A PAIR OF OVERALLS ON THE WAY

but she often doesn’t have a lot of time to spend with her friends unless they plan it like a MONTH beforehand since she’s been applying and interviewing for countless internships

she was just so excited to find something that she’s super passionate about instead of biology and she kind of overloads herself on that energy akfsldgnskjgn

so of course when her friends invite her to parties or kickbacks she has to decline because she has to make the next powerpoint presentation for the club meeting and also make sure the club’s end of semester dinner is being all squared away

seulgi’s a busybody and enjoys what she does, so much that she doesn’t realize that she keeps overloading her schedule and not giving a lot of time for just herself

which usually means she also spends a lot of time cramming everything at once and might end up passing out at a friend’s place during a study session, in the middle of club meetings, or even in the library late at night

that’s just how she spent her thursday night

she had been setting up a speech for her recruitment and selection class and had been so tired from her club meeting a couple hours before that she ended up falling asleep in the library

it was kind of cute since she had hairs slipping from her bun, some coffee stains on her sweater, ink all over her hand from notes, candy wrappers spread around her area, and her head was tipped back and her mouth wide open as she slept

okay............ not that cute

she was a mess

but it was enough for her to get startled awake by a longboard rolling across the room and hitting her chair leg quite hard

she didn’t know what happened at first and checked around only to find a somewhat empty library save the couple of students also diligently working

her laptop she left open was dead and she cursed because she didn’t save her speech and her phone was below 10%, but it was enough to tell her that it was like 3am in the morning

seulgi only noticed the skateboard because she was going to go to the bathroom to freshen up and almost slipped on it when her foot landed on the top

she caught herself and saw that there was a bottle of water and a granola bar and a note on it

‘hey, you look like you need a little refresher. i also had a spare charger in case you needed it, your laptop has been open the past hour’

sure enough there was a charger but it had been knocked to the floor after she slipped on the longboard

silently, seulgi placed the items on the table with the rest of her stuff and looked around for anyone who would have given her the stuff

except nobody was popping their head up and were all busy

plus they all had chargers with them so she didn’t know who would have given her the treats

nonetheless she opened the water bottle and felt replenished when the water hit her throat

she was so confused????? still?????

she decided to take her trip to the bathroom like she wanted to and maybe she could scope out whoever decided to give her the food and drink while she was at it

subtlety wasn’t exactly her forte either since she was craning her neck around every table and making the other students confused

eventually seulgi makes it to the bathroom and cleans herself up and when she comes back the longboard is gone and her laptop was charged for her and a new note lays on top of it?????

who???????

‘i had to go for the night, sorry about that! don’t worry about the charger, i have another one and i’ll just collect this one when i bump into you again :)’

and just like that seulgi was completely and utterly confused

she stays like that for the next two weeks or so, seeing no sign of anyone with the same longboard and she tries not to pounce at every person she sees riding one to class

it gets so bad that the prez asked if she was okay and getting enough sleep since she was so distracted during her meetings and if she called the caterer for the dinner yet asgGNSGDN

her friends sooyoung and yerim were also trying to use this as an advantage for her to get invited out to “clear her mind” as they say since she’s been so out of it lately

and they’re absolutely elated when seulgi agrees and decides to go because why not?? she’s been so stressed about finding this mystery person because she wanted to properly thank them... but also to get the laptop charger with hello kitty stickers all over it back to its owner

and also did they see she had drool running down her chin bc that was really embarrassing and she just wants to make sure if anyone saw that before she promptly packs her bags a moves to another country

she’s blushing at that don’t point it out or else it’ll get worse amsdlknsg

once they’re actually inside, she can’t help but look for any longboards by the door even though most of the people at the party came by on foot or by someone’s car since the house was relatively close to campus

sooyoung and yerim are basically pushing her further into the house as they chatter excitedly and they’re happy it isn’t a byob type of party

seulgi is basically saying she won’t drink that much because she’ll look after the two and let them go ham... for a bit..

but they’re basically like

“seulgi it’s fridaaaaay it’s fine”

“yeah! besides we know the house owner and can call joohyun if we anything”

and they’re both going “pleeeeeeeeaaaaase” and doing their best to yell it over the loud music

and before seulgi can deny any longer she’s turned to the kitchen that’s been blocked by a foldable table and there’s cup lining it and drinks all over on the counters

but she’s not distracted by the abundance of drinks and people surrounding it.........

she finds you smiling cheekily at her

“what can i get you?”

and seulgi starts sputtering over her words and she REALLY cannot get a single word out because oh my gosh who are you and are you single because UHHHHHHH her brain is going overload

and both sooyoung and yerim are already cackling at seulgi’s stunned silence and giving each other mischievous looks behind seulgi while she malfunctions

meanwhile you’re just drinking it all up with an amused smile and gleam in your eyes and oh god do you HAVE to lean against the counter like that?

seulgi can barely get a word out before you’re laughing a little and turning around to prepare three red solo cups

you pass the cups to sooyoung and yerim and they basically BOLT away to leave seulgi all alone and more importantly alone wITH YOU SOMEONE SAVE HER

you laugh at her red cheeks that shine from the kitchen lights behind you and seulgi is absolutely enamored by you at this moment

“don’t worry, i gave them more fruit juice than i did alcohol. they’ll be fine”

seulgi barely registers this and gapes like a fish to where her friends are dancing and drinking from whatever you prepared them

had she been paying proper attention like she normally does, she’s notice that yes you basically watered down the alcohol with some lemonade

“i know how crazy those two can get after a couple parties with them, so i’m making sure they don’t go overboard”

seulgi only watches as you take her cup and put it under the sink to give her water

she takes it an tries not to get giddy when your fingers brush

inner seulgi facepalms because she’s acting like she has a crush in high school

but she’s never felt this way since she switched majors???

and omg that feeling was so addicting exhibit a when seulgi overloads her schedule and now??? she just met you and can’t get enough already

“thank you” she practically inwardly screams when she realizes how meek she is but you only give her a friendly smile

“yeah! thought you could use a little refresher. i didn’t know if you wanted anything so i didn’t want to give you anything you wouldn’t feel pressured to drink. let me know if you need anything else!”

all seulgi does for the rest of the night is basically hang around the room and watch everyone get kind of crazy and make sure sooyoung and yerim are staying on their feet, but with a second set of eyes she actually feels like she has more freedom

especially since you stopped giving them alcohol and basically have been serving them just juice after they started getting past the bit of tipsiness

eventually seulgi has enough of just standing around and has had enough cups of water (she had maybe 3) to finally talk to you

before she’d been working up the courage to talk to you and had come back with a refilled cup of water but noW???

NOW???

she’s ready

at least she hopes

seulgi’s marching up to you and then sooyoung is at her arm whining and sort of falling over

seulgi manages to catch her and is p disoriented by everything like what is happening is she okay??

and sooyoung is just like

“seulgiiiiiiiii i wanna go hoooome, can we get burgers?”

and before she can ask where yerim went, she suddenly pops up and joins in

“burgers? i heard burgers can we go, i was foooood”

before she knows it she’s dragged out of the house by the two and basically walking them home a couple blocks away

and now seulgi’s bummed that she didn’t get to finally talk to you like she wanted

she doesn’t even know when she’ll be able to see you again since she didn’t get your name at all and she’d be mortified by all the teasing the younger two would give her since they knew how choked up she was if she asks them who you were

she’s even kind of sulking about it and she’s so caught up in it she gets a notification from her phone that she needs to finalize things with the caterer and reserve one of the areas on campus for the club’s dinner and that reminds her she needs to shop

but as she’s on her phone she nearly swerves into somebody and it shocks her enough to bring her back to reality and she moves to apologize to the person and all of a sudden

“oh hey! you again, fancy seeing you!”

and she’s now forgotten everything since she sees you smiling at her

this time she forces herself to find her voice and not embarrass herself and it’s like her interview persona comes in and she’s got that natural confidence oozing in and she beams that pretty smile of hers right back at you

“and you too! i never thought i’d run into you again”

you laugh and all of a sudden you’re like an inch shorter and seulgi looks down and spots that you’d been riding a longboard before almost crashing into her

and she recognizes that longboard with all of the sanrio stickers on it and is that a sicker of your face with some filter on the corner of it???

but she recognizes the longboard since it’s been engraved in her mind and it just clicks for her and suddenly seulgi is scrambling to pull her backpack from behind and you just watch on like

uh r u okay? are you good? pls don’t take out some random textbook and smack me over the head with it

the hello kitty covered charger she’s been saving in her backpack is suddenly thrust into her hands and you think she’s about to stumble her words again like in those anime love confession scenes but she’s almost aggressive with it????

“i’ve been keeping this in my backpack for a few weeks! i didn’t even know what you looked like so i had no clue how to find you, do you know how stressed out you made me? you’ve been on my mind for almost a month!”

she doesn’t even realize how her words sound until you’re responding back in kind with another one of those easy smiles of yours

“sorry, i’ve been meaning to catch you sooner but i’ve so many labs back to back” you look at your phone and bite your lip nervously, something seulgi is a little too focused on “i actually have one in like five minutes, that’s why i almost crashed into you...”

seulgi finally realizes you’re wearing a white lab coat, something you’d worn in preparation since you were already rushing to be on time

your phone is thrust into her hands with the empty contact already loaded up

seulgi quickly types in her number and even snaps a cute profile photo of her and it’s your turn to be stunned by her because wow that was an impromptu photo and hOW DID SHE MAKE IT SO GOOD????

and then seulgi is ushering you off because you have like thREE MINUTES BEFORE LAB and you’re like OH YEAH UH BYE!!!! I’LL CALL YOU????

and she shouts back with a “YOU BETTER!!”

and suddenly seulgi gets a phone call and when she picks up she can hear the wind rushing past the speaker and you’re kind of breathy since you’re reaLLY using those leg muscles to PUSH to that lab

“yEaH so UH i wanted to tell you but i didn’t get the chance since i don’t want to have to do a makeup lab??? bUT UH, i saw one of your dance performances last year and thought you were really cute!!”

seulgi vaguely remembers that because she had done a solo dance for a showcase in the performing arts department and it was basically for the students to show off what they were working on and to her it was just a homework assignment on top of like four labs and a research paper

“oh yeah! i remember that... well not really, i’d been so busy that it all just flew by”

“yeah! that was around the time you were a bio major, right? i’d been meaning to talk to you then, but i wasn’t able to since you switch majors afterwards!”

“ah, bio as well?”

she hears your voice echo and she knows you’ve entered the building by now

relief floods her system that she didn’t keep you too long

“nah, i’m a chem major. it translates pretty well to mixing drinks, huh?”

instead of getting embarrassed and recounting that previous experience at the party, seulgi’s business confidence is suRGING and i mean IT IS LARGO and she’s like

“i can’t really say. you’ve only made me water, so i’ll have to see another time?”

at this point you’re absolutely vibrating with excitement at the proposal of a date and you quickly accept

and that’S WHAT HAPPENED BUT YOU SPENT IT OVER A HOMEMADE DINNER WITH WINE AND SEULGI COULD NOT HAVE BEEN MORE IMPRESSED?!?!?!?!?

you’d cooked it all and brought it to her apartment since you said your housemates were hosting some study session so you just offered to bring it all over

she’s also shocked you managed to find time to do all of this given the busy stem major life and how she was struggling before

but she’s also mentioning that giving her one cup of wine doesn’t mean that’s mixing up a drink so you’ll have to do this again

and it happens aGAIN when you’re at a restaurant this time and it’s a pretty nice one near campus and y’all are just chatting away about seulgi’s women in business club dinner and she invites you to be her plus one aSDFKNSLF sHE MAY HAVE BEEN TOO SHY TO SAY DATE BUT YOU GOT THE MESSAGE

bUT AT THE SAME TIME the restaurant is the one making the drinks, so you’ll have to have her over again and mix something up

and sooyoung and yerim and just so distraught lIKE GO OUT ALREADY

and seulgi’s like we are?????? WE ARE????? WE ARE GOING ON DATES AND STUFF

but they just groan out and are about to storm up to in the middle of a lab and just hand seulgi over like

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE JUST CALL HER YOUR GIRLFRIEND ALREADY

when you finally do it’s funny because it’s at another party that sooyoung and yerim invite her to and you’re there mixing it up again but she didn’t realize that the first party where she met you was your house????

she’s hanging out with you in the kitchen and you’ve made her a cup of something sweet and seulgi has to admit that it is pretty good

and you just wink at her saying that your chemistry skills are actually pretty good

BUT THE CHEMISTRY BETWEEN THE TWO OF YOU IS EVEN BETTER HEHEHE

and you’re totally not just hanging out in the kitchen away from the sweaty dancing crowd and sticky floor you’re having your housemates clean up since you’re the drink master

and yOU ARE ABSOLUTELY NOT STEALING KISSES FROM EACH OTHER WHILE SEULGI’S SITTING ON THE COUNTER AND YOU’RE PRETENDING TO REACH AROUND HER FOR A BOTTLE BUT NO INSTEAD YOU’RE REACHING FOR HER WAIST AND HOLDING HER CLOSE AS YOU KISS HER AND NOW YOU’RE SMILING AGAINST EACH OTHER’S LIPS

you spend late nights in the library together now and you’re also most of seulgi’s impulse control when it comes to making plans and doing stuff

mainly because you’re telling her that no-no do not force yourself to go to that resume workshop you’ve been to them enough times to LEAD those

and then she gets all excited like REALLY DO YOU THINK THEY’D LET ME?!?!?!

and you’re like no stOP WE’RE STAYING IN FOR A MOVIE NIGHT AND WATCHING CARS 2

but it’s also funny to see seulgi falling asleep against your shoulder and her mouth is hanging wide open and you’ve set so many pictures of her like that as your homescreen and been yelled at too many times to change it

and when you do change it, it’s just a different picture of her in that position from a different day

she likes to run through her speeches and presentations with you and you find it so cool that she’s so poised when doing that BUt she gets so shy when she wants a kiss but doesn’t want to say so and SHE KNOWS you know she wants a kiss

you’re constantly doing her buns for her since you’ve had some practice keeping your own hair out of your face for labs but also getting tips from other girls in your labs and lectures and when they find out the reason why they’re just like pLS YOU TWO GET MARRIED

but the closest they can see the two of you dress up together is when seulgi decides to wear her business clothes out on a date and you’ve gotten stuff to match her and now you’re basically a ceo power couple walking around campus to go return some books to the library

you sitting in on her meetings and watching with lovestruck eyes as she basically spends the good half of it also staring right back at you and when they’re in discussion or activities she just clings to your side and cuddles you

you teach her how to longboard and she’s still a little wobbly but it’s SO CUTE when she’s fearfully holding onto your hands and staring down at her feet and shouting at you to NOT LET GO AT ANY COST

eventually she gives up on that and buys a pair of rollerblades instead so you can just pull her around while she hangs onto your backpack strings while you move on the longboard

BUT WHAT MAKES EVERYONE JEALOUS???

you hold her hand instead :)

she’s just laughing and giggling and being all around smiley when your hands are linked and you’re rolling around campus with her in tow

you even go to all of her dance events as well!!!

she’s been able to put a lot more effort into them since switching majors, but especially since you manage to keep her rooted and not going off doing so many things at once

she also wants to make sure she looks good for you

when does she not though??

y’all are literally tooth rotting sweet for each other

it’s the absolute cutest thing and you totally didn’t put a sticker of her sleeping face with her mouth open on your longboard........ and on your charger...... and the laptop........ and hers.... -q- zzZZZ

#elli writes #red velvet #seulgi #red velvet scenarios #red velvet imagines #red velvet fluff #seulgi scenarios #seulgi imagines #seulgi fluff #seulgi x reader #fluff #neutral pronouns #college au #faves

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lucarioisinthevoid · 3 years

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Twitch Streamer AU???

(I planned on pushing out a FEW AU asks, but then realized I don’t even have so many. There’s going to be a FNAC event, but that will be an event, not a specific AU ask, so- I guess this is it! Very cursed AU, thank you very much Anon Small warning for mentions of blood, I think? Nothing too bad.)

Streamers, youtubers, content creators. Some people are all of these, some people are none, and some are just one- because each of them needed a very different talent. Those who could do seemingly everything were few and far between- And they ruled the entertainment scene! Thankfully though, the main three as most called them, were also always out for new content to watch. Thus they boosted those that they saw potential in. With some taking the boost and then going off to do their own thing- And some becoming good friends. It always started with a letter. Mike had the habit to do things on stream, as long as no personal details were not visible on them. He used a false email which he regularly changed, and he generally kept himself as safe as possible. Opening emails on stream could be rather fun, even if it was a risk. Sometimes it encouraged people to send bad things- So to prevent the worst, nothing would be downloaded and all emails containing images would be put into the spam bin. Better safe than sorry, the internet was full of terrible people. This day so far had been successful. And by successful it meant that Mike was SCREAMING. “I HATE SUPER MEAT BOY. I WILL COMMIT VIOLENCE AGAINST MEAT IN A MINUTE. I HAVE A BIG F-CKING STEAK IN THE KITCHEN, AND I WILL THROW IT AGAINST THE F_CKING WALL. I WILL GET A HAMMER.” The chat was going wild, cheering. The chat’s phrase of today was “tender Mikey” and it didn’t help at all. “I DID. NOT. HIT THAT! I DID NOT!” A donation popped up, with a robotic voice. ‘Oh hai Mark!’ “NOT FUNNY! NOT F-CKING FUNNY. I’M SUFFERING HERE AND ALL OF YOU SUPPORT IT. YOU’RE ALL F-CKING MONSTERS HERE, I HOPE YOU KNOW THAT. AND I’M NOT F-CKING TENDERIZING THE MEAT WHEN I SLAP IT AROUND, I’LL RIP IT INTO PIECES AND CONSUME IT RAW!” Standing up, he genuinely went to get it- And fifteen minute later he had slightly calmed down, his hands and room slightly bloody. The chat was still celebrating and donating- another thing that never failed to make Mike BEG them to stop and use the money for something GOOD and SENSIBLE, LIKE THEM-FUCKING-SELF- but he had gotten out most of the energy. “Alright. Alright everyone. ENOUGH. I gotta stop you HERE. It’s email time.” A celebratory jingle played, as Mike booted up the website, opening the inbox. Memes, storytime, I’m-not-fucking-reading-that-and-you-know-it, and- One of the emails caught his- and the chat’s- attention, however. Sender: Fazbear Entertainment Topic: Challenge Needless to say- once again the chat was out of control and this time there was NOTHING Mike could do to stop them. After opening the email, Mike slowly took a deep breath and looked into the camera, between concerned and honored- But that wouldn’t be enough to rip him from his carefully maintained persona. So he audible scoffed- albeit him being unable to hide an excited grin. “Alright bitches and bastards in the audience- we’re firing SuperMeatBoy up again. You won’t be catching ME losing to a pink son of a bitch anytime soon!” After the letter- provided it was accepted and responded to, the production happened. The deal was that a teaser was dropped on the big channel- The entire video itself was put on the smaller one, attracting the viewers over and hopefully make them more likely to want to see the other works the creator had put out. It was a win-win overall, the big channel being able to vary their content, testing the water for new things- and the smaller channel getting a boost and a lot of tips from very experienced creators. Henry and Dave were very generous people. Jeremy was sitting there, taking deep breaths, trying to stay calm. So far, everyone seemed to be rather kind, even if Jeremy was basically a complete nobody. Hell, he never wanted to be anybody. He just wanted to stream himself baking, for those who never had someone baking with them. Because baking could feel stressful, especially when you were missing ingredients or- many reasons, actually. Not only baking, but cooking too- Sometimes playing games on request, but not much in terms of requests ever came in. And now he was here in an actual studio, soon to be seen by an insane amount of people. A cooking competition. Sounded silly- you couldn’t really FIGHT in something like that… But… Henry and Dave had promised it would be fun. And they were nice. With and without the cameras rolling. Speaking off- There they were, approaching, their assistant coming along. He wore a weird phone-head, to ensure his privacy. Or something. It was kinda weird, but he had just accepted the answer he got. “Why, there you are, Jeremy! Would you like to see the equipment we have prepared?” Henry warmly asked, reaching down with his hand to help his guest stand up. “We have gotten a few extra things, just in case.” As they entered the studio, Jeremy’s invisible eyes went WIDE. “Woah- that looks really nice! I love it here! This is high quality stuff-!” “Fantastic!” Pleased Henry opened his arms in his typical theatrical manner- Before being abruptly interrupted by Dave jumping in, halfway over Henry’s shoulder. “ARE YA READY TO GO!? CAMERAS ARE READY!” “Ah- I- I guess- but-“ “YOU HEARD HIM, BOYS! GET IT ROLLIN’!” “W-wait, I don’t even have-“ “Everyone! Welcome to NOTHIN’ AT ALL!” Henry swiftly fitted in, continuing on with the intro. “Todays challenger is the man, the legend, the baker and occasional chef- Jeremy from Baking With Jeremy!” “Wait, what- that’s seriously your channel name, pal?” A bit offended Jeremy looked into the eyes of the people behind the camera. “U-uh- you guys here- I mean- he has literally called his channel Henry Miller! I- uhm- I-“ Snickering Henry put a hand on his guest’s shoulder. “You are very right about that. Say, are you nervous about losing?” “… n-no. I mean- maybe a little. This place here is big and very professional and I’m not used to many people looking at me…” Taking a deep breath, he gave off a nervous smile for the audience. “… yet, I know- it’s a good thing! And as long as everyone has fun, everything will work out!” “Awwwww, look at him!” Dave said, pleased. “You’re so right! We’ll be havin’ fun!” “But also, I will win.” Henry pointed out. “That is when I have the most fun.” Slightly playful Jeremy smiled. “K-keep that attitude, that will make it even easier to blindside you!” Simon whistled, clearly bemused as he held the camera in place- And Henry smirked. “Sure. Anyhow, the stakes are-“ “Steaks? We’re makin’ steaks? I thought we planned on-“ “Dave. I swear to god.” Henry looked at him from the side, before shaking his head. “What is on the line is easy to see- we have roughly an hour to cook the best meal. If Jeremy wins, we will donate 5000 to a charity of his choice!” “And if the young pal loses, he’ll be joinin’ our channel!” Dave chirped. This was news to the brown-haired boy. “W-wait, we never agreed to that-“ “GET TO YOUR STATIONS!” Someone in the back announced. “WHO’S TODAYS FAVORITE?” Simon checked the stream. “The chat says Jeremy is a clear winner. Nobody trusts Henry to keep his two braincells together for long enough to not forget the salt or something.” “Excuse?!” Not only Henry was APPALLED by the chat, Dave joined right in. “Ya guys have NO taste. I’ll be clearly winnin’… but hey, maybe ya peeps don’t know that I plan to cheat!” Surprised Jerry looked over to Dave’s cooking station. “How… how can you cheat at cooking-“ Before he could finish his sentence, he shrieked as Dave pulled out a flamethrower. “HELL YEAH BABY, I AIN’T WAITING 30 MINUTES FOR SOMETHING TO COOK IN THE OVEN, I’LL BE DONE IN FIFTEEN MINUTES MAX!” “W-WAIT THAT DOESN’T SEEM SAVE-“ Henry just raised his hands, cheerful. “Ready… set…” The Phone Guy made eye- well, rotary- contact with Jeremy, slightly raising a fire extinguisher that was by his side. … alright, it seemed the people here were well-prepared for this scenario. So instead he focused on the ingredients in front of him. Almost manic, Henry’s voice rang. “GO!” And… … that was it! Some joined, with amazing results- Mike rubbed his face. “Who thought that was a great idea. I fucking hate this.” Dave next to him on the couch just grinned. “It’s amazin’ what these websites all offer to sell. You won’t be BELIEVIN’ what’s in this box!” “I’M NOT OPENING IT.” “YOU WILL. OTHERWISE IT’LL HUNT YOUR DREAMS. I’LL PUT THIS BOX NEXT TO YOUR BED. YOUR TOILET. ONTO YOUR DINNER TABLE. INTO THE FRIDGE. I’LL ORDER MORE OF THESE BOXES.” “Jesus CHRIST, calm DOWN-“ “I WILL FIGHT YA TO THE DEATH OLD PAL-“ - and some people just went back to the usual pattern, with the occasional raid from Fazbear Entertainment. They asked first, of course. Each of them fulfilled their own niche, each of them had caught Henry’s and Dave’s attention in one way or another. Henry and Dave however- Well, Dave was the varied creator. Henry liked his niche. He played horror, investigated ARGs, read stories about real and fictional crimes against humanity. The world was a terrible place, wasn’t it? Yet he reveled in it. Aside from that he showed extra effects, he built machines and thought everyone one or another thing about creating special effects at home. From dry ice to genuinely ridiculous chain-reactions, Henry showed them it all. Blood too, multiple forms of it, depending on how and where it would be used. Sometimes breaking it off with more light-hearted one-off games and listening to what his community wanted to see… but the most comfortable he was with horror and analysis. He was a youtuber, a streamer, a content creator… … and one thing more. It wasn’t easy to find the code. But his intended audience were a very small amount of people. A small number of strangers. There was no way to know if anyone ever made it to more than one show, but Henry did not care. It wasn’t for them that he did this. Him and William moved down, down below the set, into the lowest regions of the house. The workshop. Nobody really question why you added what to your home if you were a creative person. Even less so if you were a famous, eccentric creator. Yes, the free reign was what he REALLY loved about his job. Maybe he should build his studio somewhere else- But like this it was so much more thrilling! Wordlessly both of them put on their suits. It would hide their identity perfectly- especially the animal heads that contorted their voices a bit. Enough. Today’s participant wore a mask too- another phone head, differently made, different style, but to hide their identity too. However, the voice was in no way muffled. Panicked the person dragged on the chains keeping them attached to the chair. “H-HELLO!? HELLO!? S-SOMEONE- IS SOMEONE HERE!?” A noisy one! Delightful! Both Fredbear and Springbonnie stepped out of the shadows, one form each side. While Springbonnie put his hands gently on the shoulders of the whimpering person, Fredbear stepped in front of the camera, bowing. “Ladies and gentlemen-“ The low voice sounded more like the one of an animal than from a person. Yet it was smooth and comforting. “- I welcome you to yet another installment of our show. I am Fredbear, and over there is my wonderful assistant, Springbonnie. Today we have brought a simple stranger, a nobody who might not even be missed. Thusly I encourage you to truly be creative with your ideas. And while your votes roll in, maybe I point out that next time we will have another little game-show, with quite the effects. We might even get a real bull! You will not want to miss it.” The board above the camera blinked up, as a bitter fight of votes started, everyone wanting to see something else. Three tiers to vote on! Foreplay (light injuries), main course (heavy injury leading to death) and of course what to do with the body. Below it was a little measure for “face reveal”. Some of their viewers really enjoyed seeing the expressions during and after. It came with a risk to Fredbear and Springbonnie, as the victim being recognizable meant their general area of activity was more obvious- thus it was incredibly expensive. They knew there was every now and again law enforcement mixed up between the genuine watchers. It was thrilling too- Yet Fredbear wanted to keep this game alive as long as he could. Thus it was important to hide what they could. Fredbear was a creator first and foremost, an entertainer second- And there was nothing that attracted an HONEST, an UNRESTRAINED, a PURE audience quite like violence. Once blood spilled, humans degraded and it was wonderful. Behind him, the victim began rattling even more erratic. “WHAT- WHAT IS THIS?! LET ME OUT- PLEASE- LET ME OUT- PLEASE- I- DIDN’T DO ANYTHING-“ Burying his hands into the shoulders of Springbonnie downright cackled, enjoying the mania that always accumulated in these situation. “Be still, new friend! The audience HATES too much whining, y’know? And at least you could die with your tongue still intact, wouldn’t that be nicer than having to swallow the thing? Once it almost killed someone, boy, that sure was a bother!” His voice was changed to a cartoonish, upbeat pitch- “While the votes come in, how about we quiz today’s friend… maybe if you are smart enough, they will want you to live! It happened before… o n c e.” Fredbear took out a long scalpel, the face a morbid grimace. “Surprise us!”

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maddie-the-princess · 4 years

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If You Love Me, Let Me Go Part 4

Fandom: Sanders Sides

AU: High School

Pairing(s): LAMP

Summary: Virgil and his family are new to the neighborhood. He starts a new school where he learns to love himself, and maybe, love his new friends.

Warnings: Cursing, established LMP

Thank you to @kuroyurishion for helping me with this chapter. Please enjoy the story.

Chapter Four: From Their Perspective

Patton’s POV

I just couldn’t stop thinking about Virgil. I’m not sure what it was about him, but he was cute! I pulled out my phone, I have to tell the others before class starts. I quickly ran off to my first class, English. Waving the teacher a good morning, I sat down at my seat. There’s about five minutes before class starts. I opened up our group chat.

Me: Guys guys guys guys!

My Favorite Prince: Well aren’t you full of energy today!

Back to the Teacher: What is it Patton? Class is about to start.

Me: So you know how I was supposed to show around the new boy?

Back to the Teacher: Yes, what about it?

Me: He’s really cute guyssssssss

My Favorite Prince: Aw, Does someone have a crush~

Me: Maybeeee~ BUT WAIT TILL YOU SEE HIMMM!

Back to the Teacher: Well Patton if you say that he is cute then he must be.

My Favorite Prince: We’ll just have to see what we can do~

Me: THank yOuuuuuuu

Back to the Teacher: Thank you** and no problem Patton.

Me: Well I’ll see you later! LOVE YOU GUYSSSSS <3

My Favorite Prince: We love you too Patton <3

I turned my phone off and put it away when the teacher began class. I was so excited to see Virgil again, but not until the end of the day when we have Art together. Frowning slightly, I turned my head toward the board and tried to pay attention.

Logan POV

When the first period was over, I dutifully walked out of class and went over to my next one. Anatomy has always been a fascinating area of science to study, so this class is one of my favorites. Walking inside, Mr. Williams gave me a polite nod, and I gave one in return when I sat down in my seat. Taking out my notes, I reviewed them over and over, my mind wandering to what Patton texted to Roman and me earlier. Now, I was a bit intrigued as to who this new student looked like and was. Patton seemed excited about him. Hopefully I’d get to see him soon.

Students walked in, not paying me much attention by my seat at the window. I looked at their weary faces. Obviously, they weren’t interested about anatomy this early in the morning. I rolled my eyes at them and went to look back at my notes, until I heard Mr. Williams introducing himself. Curiously, I looked up.

‘This must be the new student.’ I thought. He had his hood up, so I couldn’t see his face. He nodded at Mr. Williams’ words and the teacher sent him to his seat. He turned and walked to the empty seat beside mine. That’s when I got a good look at him. He’s shorter than what I expected, with dark brown hair and a pale complexion. He’s silent when he walks and takes his seat.

Class officially starts when Mr. Williams asks about cytology. I know the answer, but don’t answer right away because Patton told me it’s rude to my classmates who don’t have a chance to answer. So I waited, but the class doesn’t seem too invested in the lesson. That is, until I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. The new student, Virgil I believe his name was, moved to answer the question, but suddenly stopped. He chewed his lip and looked conflicted, like he’s unsure.

‘Oh how interesting. So he knows the answer, but doesn’t want to say.’ I thought. He’s piqued my interest. He’s the only one who seems so invested in the lesson in a long time, possibly because he’s new. He even has all his materials out and ready: pens, textbook, notebook. I decided to answer for him.

“Cytology,” I explained, “is the scientific study of cells. Cytology is mainly used to screen for cancer or other diagnosis.” Mr. Williams nodded in happiness and continued on with the lesson. It was nothing I wasn’t familiar with, so I decided to observe Virgil’s behavior. He’s smart from what I observed, but he’s not too confident in his answers. Glancing over at his notes, he’s very detailed oriented, albeit he does doodle in his notebook. Overall, he seems to be an intelligent student who lacks the confidence to answer in class. I couldn’t help but want to help him.

Five minutes before class was over, I opened an interesting thriller novel and began to read where I left off. I felt eyes staring at me, and turned my head to see that Virgil was staring at me. I decided to tease him, just for fun. I gave him a smirk and a wink, actions that would make Roman proud, and Virgil’s face was dusted with a faint pink blush. Oh, how cute. When the bell rang, he immediately left the classroom in a hurry.

***

It wasn’t until later that I got to see Virgil again. I saw him enter the bathroom looking out of breath. Curiously, I followed after him. He was sitting against the bathroom wall, hugging his knees to his chest and taking in big gulps of air. Panic attack. Jumping quickly into action, I slowly approached him. The last thing I wanted was to make his attack worse.

“Are you alright?” I asked softly. “May I touch you?”

He nodded his consent, and I gently grasped his hands. “You need to breathe for me Virgil.” I said calmly. I led him through a simple breathing exercise to calm him down. We did this for a couple minutes until Virgil calmed down. When he was ok, I helped him up from the dirty bathroom floor. He then asked for my name, and I formerly introduced myself to him. It was then he noticed that we were still holding hands, and he went to let go of mine. Impulsively, I held on to his and squeezed it reassuringly.

I decided to take him to his next class, which was English, and we held hands all the way there. I just wanted to make sure that he wasn’t going to panic again, that’s all. When we arrived at his class, I wanted to test something. I squeezed his hand as a way to say goodbye.

“Have fun in there, short stuff.” I said teasingly. I turned so fast, I almost missed his gaping face. Oh, I can’t wait to tell Roman and Patton about this.

***

Roman’s POV

When Patton texted us this morning, I immediately wanted to know who this new student is. If Patton says he’s cute, then I should be inclined to agree with him. Throughout the day, I was doing what I usually do, dramatically greeting everyone and trying to make lessons fun. The whole time, I was looking out for any new faces wandering the halls. I really wanted to see what this new kid was like!

My brother Remus had apparently already met the new kid. They had the same lunch together, and I was a bit jealous when I found out he already met him.

“Are you not even going to give me a hint?” I asked him. We were sitting together in class after lunch. Remus smirked and wildly shook his head.

“No fucking way Roro! You’re just gonna have to see him for yourself.” he said gleefully as he poked me with his pen. I groaned in annoyance. Typical older brother shenanigans. Hopefully I get to meet him soon.

Sooner happened to be right after the bell rang, signaling the move to our next class. Remus and I separated at this point. I was walking down the hallway when I accidentally bumped into another person, a boy, his books flying everywhere. I heard the other curse in annoyance and bent down to pick up his books. Being the princely person that I am, I went down and helped him. On the ground in front of me was an open sketchbook. Picking it up, I admired the great details in the person’s drawings.

I noticed he was staring at me, and I flushed in embarrassment. “These drawings are really good!” I complimented him. I looked at the person, and realized that it was the new student. I went to apologize for looking at his work, but when I went to hand him the sketchbook back, I froze.

‘Oh my goodness.’ I thought when I got a proper look at him. He looked interesting. He was smaller than I was. He had dark brown hair and pale skin like porcelain. He wore an all black outfit, despite it being warm outside. But what really captured my attention were his eyes. He had a beautiful set of hazel eyes. They were a mix of a dark brown like chocolate and a beautiful, warm brown, like honey. They were mesmerizing. I was busy staring at him, and I didn’t notice him leave.

‘Oh wow.’ I thought weakly. I had no idea how long I stood in the hallway, but I eventually made my way to my English classroom before the bell even rang. I dramatically greeted my teacher Mrs. Davis per usual with a bright smile, then I noticed that the new student with the pretty sketchbook and eyes was sitting next to my seat. If anything, my smile became even brighter.

‘This must be fate!’ I thought happily, bouncing over to my seat to greet my new seatmate. He flinched at my loud introduction, I guess he doesn’t like loud noises, but introduced himself nonetheless. Virgil. His name was Virgil. What a pretty name for a pretty person. Class started and Mrs. Davis gave us papers for the new book we will read. At the last ten minutes of class, she gave us time for ourselves, so I turned to Virgil and started to make conversation with him.

I couldn’t resist calling him gatito, and I watched proudly when he blushed and answered me. I complimented his drawings when he said that they were uncreative, and I noticed when he looked down at his sketchbook again, those browns in his hazel eyes were gone. They were now a beautiful forest green with golden flecks, like sunlight coming through a canopy.

When the bell rang, I couldn’t help but tease him again. “I’ll see you later, gatito, ok? Get to class safely.” I said, and Virgil ran away with a wave goodbye. I smiled to myself and left the classroom.

***

Patton’s POV

As I walked out of the History classroom I was so excited! Next was art and I get to see Virgil again! I walked to Art with a bounce in my step, trying hard to not trip holding back from running. As I walked up to the door I spotted Virgil and grabbed his hand excitedly and pulled him into the classroom to meet Mr. Moore. I stood there holding the Cutiepie’s hand as Mr. Moore finished his introduction. After all that, I led Virgil over to our seats and we chatted until the rest of the class filed in.

For our lesson today we were just sketching, so Virge and I started chatting again. I was sketching puppies and kittens when Virgil looked over at my page and I quickly moved my other page under, and for a second his eyes caught mine and I couldn’t help but blush. Hopefully he didn’t notice.

“Um, Pat you do know that it’s supposed to have meaning behind it right?” I looked up at Virgil. Whoops! I had forgotten that part of the assignment.

“They do have meaning! Well, sort of… They’re just so cute I couldn’t help myself!” I exclaimed. The small fluffy animals were just too cute! At least he didn’t see my other drawing. ‘Why does he have to be so pretty?’ I thought. I then moved my focus over to Virge’s paper. “So what are you drawing Virge?”

He got nervous and covered it with his arm. “Please? I won’t judge you or anything!” I pleaded, giving him my best pair of puppy eyes. He gave in with a sigh and moved his arm away.

“Ooh Is that a raven?! It’s beautiful Kiddo!” I exclaimed, him blushing in response. He’s just so darn cute! “Aw, you're such a Lil cutie pie!” Whoops that one slipped out but it was worth it since he blushed even more!

When the bell rang, Virge and I stopped by our lockers and went outside. I gave him a quick hug before walking off to my parents’ car. I have to tell Ro and Lo about this during our movie night tonight!

***

Third Person POV

Patton’s parents stepped out for the night, but not before making the popcorn and getting the other snacks ready for their son’s movie night with his boyfriends. At about 6:30 PM, Roman and Logan knocked on Patton’s door and were ushered inside by their bubbly boyfriend.

“Hi there darlings.” Patton cooed, giving his boyfriends a hug and a kiss on their cheeks. Patton and Roman responded in kind, smiling softly as their boyfriend giggled and went into his kitchen to get their snacks.

“What will we be watching today, Patton?” Logan asked when Patton came back. He and Roman were already situated on the couch, waiting for their other boyfriend. Patton sat down between the two and pointed to a pile of Disney movies to choose from. The three of them bantered over which one’s, really just Roman and Logan, until they decided to watch Tangled. Roman popped the DVD in and the movie started. Roman and Patton couldn’t help but sing along, and Logan piped in to tell them about some movie inaccuracies or things that don’t make sense. They ate their snacks and had a fun time together. When the movie ended, Roman went to choose another one, but Patton stopped him.

“So,” Patton said slyly, eyeing his two boyfriends, “what did you think of the new kid?” The reaction he got was hilarious. Logan choked on his drink while Roman nearly dropped the pile of DVDs. Patton laughed at them.

“Well, Virgil is surprisingly intelligent.” Logan began, putting his drink down. He smiles when he remembers Virgil’s notes. “He takes detailed notes and is very prepared for class. Much more so than my other classmates.” He then frowns. “But he’s a bit shy. He knows the answers to the questions, but is afraid to answer them.”

Roman nods in agreement. “I agree! He’s a quiet kid, but his handiwork is quite stunning. I saw his sketchbook when I accidentally knocked him over in the hallway-”

“You what!?” Patton exclaimed.

“-and his drawings are very detailed and beautiful. He’s spend a lot of time on them, but when I mentioned that he show them to Mr. Moore, he said that they were weird.”

Patton frowned. “Aww, but Cutiepie has such a talent for art! We were talking in class, and when I went to look at what he was doing, he hid his drawing from me.” He felt a little jealous when he learned that Roman saw Virgil’s sketchbook first.

“Yes, well, Virgil does need some self confidence if he’s ever going to survive in this school.” Logan said, but stopped and looked at Patton questionably. “My apologies Patton, but did you just call Virgil ‘Cutiepie?’”

Patton nodded eagerly. “Virge just looks so sweet!” he defended. “Don’t tell me you don’t think so too!”

Roman blushed lightly. “You’re not wrong about that, Pat.” he said. “Have you seen his eyes? They’re like a beautiful mix of light and dark brown, but they change color when they hit the light. One minute they’re brown, another they’re a deep forest green, and he’s just so- ugh!” Roman groaned, placing his head in his hands, trying to calm down. Moments later, he continued. “I called him gatito in class today. You should see his blush!”

Logan smirked. “Yes, he’s quite fun to tease isn’t he.” he hummed, sipping his drinking. “I for one enjoy his reactions.” He looked his partners in the eyes. “Did you know we held hands on the way to his class?”

Roman gasped. “No way!” He jumped up, in shock. Logan nodded, replying that Virgil was lost. He didn’t tell them what happened in the bathroom. It felt a bit too personal.

Patton chose that moment to pipe up. “Um, I held his hand too.” he whispered. Logan nearly laughed at Roman’s face, but settled for a slight curl of his lips.

“That’s totally not fair.” Roman pouted, sitting back down. He wanted to hold Virgil’s hand too! Patton leaned over and kissed Roman’s smirk off his face.

“I’m sure you’ll have plenty of opportunities to do so, Roman.” Logan appeased.

“So are we all in agreement?” Patton asked curiously. He wanted Virgil to join them, but he wanted the other’s opinion, too. To his delight, both of his partners nodded with small smiles on their faces. “Yay! Then we’ll start tomorrow with getting Virgil comfortable around us. We don’t want to scare him off!” he said determinedly. For the rest of the night, the three of them made plans with Disney movies playing in the background.

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sapphosclown · 4 years

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Snowball Fights - A Tyrus Oneshot

Cyrus loves winter and TJ Kippen.

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Beams of sunlight poured through Cyrus’ blinds, causing his room to be lined with streaks of orange light. His eyes fluttered open slowly as the rays of light were lined up directly to where his eyes were. He softly grunted to himself and tossed himself onto his other side, facing away from the light. He grabbed his phone that was sitting on his bedside table with a charger hanging out of it and looked at the time.

8:53

Without a thought he put his phone back down and curled back up into his sheets. His comfort didn’t last very long though as he suddenly bolted straight up, wide awake.

8:53??

He had overslept. He was supposed to have been at school half an hour ago, why hadn’t his alarm gone off? Why didn’t his mom wake him up? The panic was starting to settle in as he scrolled though his notifications hurriedly. Just as he was about to abandon his phone and throw on the closest combination of clothes most readily available to him, he saw a text from his mom.

Mom: Snow Day!!! No school, I’ll be in my office if you need me! <3

He let out a breath of relief and continued to look at his notifications in a much calmer manor. He had texts from every one of his friends rejoicing about their day off. Cyrus jumped out of bed and ran over to his window like a little kid, pulling down on his blinds so only his eyes were peaking through. Sure enough, the ground had been coated with a thick layer of snow.

It was honestly kind of magical. The untouched snow glistening in the light of the rising sun, snowflakes falling delicately from the sky, tree branches covered in snow hanging above the roads, mimicking a tunnel of sorts. Cyrus loved it.

Frankly, Cyrus loved pretty much everything about winter. Well, he wasn’t too fond of the below freezing temperatures or midterms but other than those things, he loved winter. He loved the seasonal drinks, the holiday season, winter break, snow days. The overall energy surrounding winter never failed to put Cyrus in a good mood.

A smile crept onto his face as he let out a small yelp of glee and pounced back onto his bed, phone in hand, messages already pulled up.

GHC + JB

Cyrus: be at the park at noon if you enjoy snow filled activities

The Buff ™: Slightly ominous, but I’m there!

Andi oop: count me in

JB: sounds fun :)

Cyrus smiled at his phone and bounced on his bed joyfully. He felt like a little kid again, it was a nice refresher from all the stress that had been swarming his brain as midterms approached.

His phone buzzed again.

Andi oop: is it ok if i invite amber?

The Buff ™: and Marty?

Cyrus: as long as they love snow filled activities

That reminded him, he closed the group chat and clicked on TJ’s contact.

Cyrus: happy snow day!! everyone is going to the park later for Snow Filled Activities™, you should come :)

Cyrus set down his phone and went to get ready for the day. He went downstairs and looked in one of the closets to make sure he still had all of his snow gear. He did, although he wasn’t totally sure how well it would fit considering he had grown since he last wore it, so he decided he’d be sure to wear extra layers. When he got back to his phone, he saw a message waiting for him.

Teej: sounds good underdog :)

Today was going to be a good day.

***

The cold air bit Cyrus’s cheeks as he slid down the hill again with Buffy and Marty following close behind. He had gotten a head start, kind of. Cyrus was just sledding down the hill on his own terms, his friends however appeared to be starting up yet another competition. Cyrus heard Buffy and Marty count to three in unison before they sped down the hill. He walked over to the swing set and laughed to himself as Marty accused Buffy of cheating. He took a seat on a snow covered swing and looked out at the park.

It really had snowed a lot that night, there was plenty to do. While Marty and Buffy continued to race each other down the hill, Andi, Amber, and Jonah were attempting to build a snowman. Well, Jonah was attempting to build a snowman, Andi and Amber were just wondering aimlessly around the park, occasionally picking up random items that could be used to decorate said snowman. Cyrus smiled sweetly at the sight of all of his friends enjoying themselves.

“Whatchya smilin’ bout there?”

Cyrus’s train of thought was interrupted as he swiveled his head to see TJ walking up to him, hands behind his back and an innocent smile on his face. Almost too innocent…

“Just enjoying the show,” Cyrus answered suspiciously, a giggle slipping through his words. “What about you?”

“Oh, no reason.” TJ answered, his innocent smile turning into one of mischief.

“Something tells me that’s not true.” Cyrus teased as he slowly rose from his swing.

TJ replied with a mere shrug and lowered his eyes to the ground, his grin still plastered on his face. Suddenly he looked up again. “Hey what’s that?” he pointed up past Cyrus’ head. The brown haired boy turned to where he was pointing, regretting it a moment later when he felt a thud against his arm.

He turned back towards TJ who was now sporting a large toothy grin, his gloved hands in front of him, dusting off snow.

“TJ Kippen, did you just throw a snowball at me?” Cyrus laughed.

“Maybe…” He shrugged, eyes pointed to the sky and a cheeky smile on his lips.

Cyrus felt a sudden warmth in his cheeks, despite the icy breeze, as he bent down and grabbed a fist full of snow, wearing a smirk of his own. He quickly hurled the snowball at TJ and by some miracle, landed him right in the chest.

The blondes face turned to one of playful shock whilst Cyrus plastered on his own innocent facade.

“Oh it’s on, Goodman.” TJ laughed as he bent down to grab another handful of snow, sending Cyrus running.

They chased each other around the park for a few minutes before finding their way to a clearing with no one around and nothing but a few trees and large rocks. Cyrus ducked behind an oddly large boulder and slapped his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are!” TJ sang as he crept through the field, snowball in hand.

Cyrus let out an involuntary squeak to which he cursed himself and prayed that TJ hadn’t heard him. When he thought the coast was clear, he sneaked a peak from behind the rock, but TJ was no where to be found. Cyrus stood up straight and looked around in confusion for a moment. His confusion turned quickly into fear as he felt a pair of arms being wrapped around him. The suddenness caused the both of them to loose their balance, a small yelp emitting from Cyrus as they fell to the ground. Before he could process what had just happened, TJ was laying on top of him.

They looked at each other for a moment before bursting out into hysterical laughter, tears forming in the corners of their eyes. Their amusement dyed down and they looked at each other again, smiles turning soft.

“Looks like I found you.” TJ hummed.

“Looks like it.”

And then Cyrus noticed how close they were. They were like, really close. Their noses were only a few inches away from touching. The smiles melted off of their faces, scanning every detail about each other.

TJ’s eyes look really pretty in this light. Cyrus observed. His eyes usually looked pretty, but the way the sun hit them today made them look glossy and gentle. Faint freckles popped up along the bridge of TJ’s nose and his cheeks were blotchy and red from being out in the cold.

TJ looks really pretty.

He broke eye contact with Cyrus, his eyes flickering down to the brunettes lips for not even a second. Cyrus didn’t even realize he did the exact same thing.

“I really want to kiss you right now.” TJ mumbled.

Cyrus couldn’t help the sheepish grin forming on his face. Feeling uncharacteristically bold, he whispered. “So kiss me.”

And he did. As if that day could not have gotten more magical, here he was, in the middle of the park, kissing TJ Kippen. Cliché as it sounds, Cyrus swore he saw fireworks. The kiss lasted for only a few seconds before they pulled away from each other and broke out into the dorkiest grins imaginable.

Just then, the cogs in Cyrus’ brain began to turn and an idea popped into his head.

“Wait, what’s that?” He said, looking past TJ’s head.

The other boys face contorted slightly with confusion as he turned to face where Cyrus was looking, finding himself regretting that decision as he felt cold, damp snow pressed into his ear.

He turned back to Cyrus, who was biting back a prideful smile at his prank. A look of mock betrayal took over TJ’s face.

“I thought we were having a moment!” He pouted, only half serious.

“Oh, we were,” Cyrus deadpanned, “but before that we were in the middle of a war.” he smiled.

TJ smiled back despite himself. “Fine. You win.”

“Wow, I didn’t think you would give in so easily.”

“Well, if I’m chasing you around with snowballs I can’t do this,” He leaned down and once again connected their lips. Cyrus giggled when the pulled apart for the second time.

“Who would have guessed that TJ Kippen is such a sap.”

“What can I say, I enjoy a good rom com.” TJ shrugged, provoking a smile from each of the boys.

TJ clamored off of Cyrus and extended a hand to help him up, to which he gladly accepted. Once they were both upright, Cyrus kept his hand attached to TJ’s and they began to walk back towards their friends.

Today was a good day.

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here’s some snowy fluff for this dreadful lovely winter season, you’re welcome. winter tyrus is a mood i’m here for. full disclosure i wrote this story like back in august and then just now rewrote it bc i didn’t really like most of the first one. also i got this idea from a scene in Until Dawn but i made it soft and gay.

anywho i hope the 5 people still active in these tags enjoyed lmao. happy holidays :)

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the-house-of-the-nine · 4 years

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In Mind of Misery: Manipulation, Part 10

[ And so the journey begins. Three Separate stories to tell here all happening Simultaneously. Attacking from three fronts, is this the beginning of the end for The Nine? Please Like, Share, and Follow us! We are hoping to get new people coming our way, and could use the love! Thank you everyone!!!!! ]

Cast:

[ L.K ] - Lazarius Kashebahl, Marseille, Raelyndia Duskhollow

[ P.K ] - Kretus Dark

[ V.D ] - Verzatea Duskflame, Pame Myl’Brin

[ J ] - Jursol, Jimba, Mawa

[ T ] - Talisin aka The Boy

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[ J ] Jursol looked around the room one last time before growing overly silent. She listened to every moment, every word, her eyes glazed at the bloody mess they stood in. Finally landing on a vial. A thought came to mind.

Slowly she knelt down in the pool of blood. Her eyes closed as she began to chat in Zandalari.

Few words would likely be known to the others. One however would stand out. Bwomsamdi. Jursol’s body began to give off a strange aura. The blue aura shifted around her body as the air grew thick.

A laugh could be heard that was clearly otherworldly. In the shadows of the pool something was happening. Jursol was now speaking to someone not seen. Shortly with a bow of her head did she stand.

Moving slowly forward some before stopping. Her eyes had a stronger glow then before. A power was about her that was not there before.

“Dis be it. No more shall we fear. Death be on our side. The pack be behind us. Together we shall win.”

With these words Jursol moved her arms around like a swirling storm. The pool of blood and debris began to shift more beneath them. A bubbling started to form between the enemies and Jursol. It moved and grew larger, pulling blood, any rocks or other debris to it.

The larger it got it began to form a shape. A rather large Golem of blood and other bits stood towering over everyone. Its arms outstretched as it let out a ungodly loud roar.

“It be time!”

Jursol said as she laughed like a maniac. She covered herself more in the blood from the pool, painting her face with it like war paint. The golem stood awaiting orders to attack.

[ L. K ] Marseille was in fact still alive, torn from the horror of crippling size and put on display here and now for them to be reminded. The chain that was around his neck was similar to that of Lazarius’ “magic”.

She was manipulating matter itself, forming the particles and energy molecules to form a conductive chain that appeared red in color. It was energy based and not physical but rather like a laser effect. It couldn’t be felt but certainly marseille was being suspended by it.

“Yes...come little troll. Come play with your toys. Feed on my essence and you shall be my champion. Unleash your golem.”

The cackling continued until suddenly something shredded through the chain around Marseilles neck and caused the one armed man to topple down from the altar and the blood tank.

He fell forward and toppled over onto the floor in the pool of blood just several feet in front of Verza and Pame. He was alive and struggling, and in serious pain. Likely delusional and in shock as well.

“That is enough!”

that voice? Was it? Could it?

Lazarius was standing there at the back of the room holding an orb in his hand, the orb was about the size of a grapefruit. It was the eye, he had pried it from his chest and was holding it out for her to see.

“No more games Raelyndia. I have torn your hideous monstrosity from my form, broken your ties and stepped out from your shadow! You are finished. Return to the realm of death and stay there!”

[ J ] Jursol froze as she looked to Lazarius, something about seeing him alive calmed her some. The golem stood still as Jursol glanced to the others. She saw Mars free but in serious pain.

This was no time to lose control. Her eyes set on Lazarius as she listened to him calling that ladies name. Jursol awaited orders before sending the golem to attack. She did not want to mess up any plan Lazarius had in mind.

[ V . D ] Pame stirred to attention, her eyes peering intently toward Lazarius before exhaling shakily, as if expelling all the pent up nerves she had felt. Her grip on Verzatea slackened greatly as the sindorei had too calmed significantly, her hands dropping now toward the child they had been protecting in the middle of their circle, refocusing every ounce of concentration into him before she snap crackled and popped. With the new presence of their beloved Inquisitor, however, Pame lunges and makes a grab for Mars, her beefy limbs encircling the shaldoreis torso before dragging him closer to the group for closer inspection.

[ L. K ] “Jursol....”.

Lazarius said as he held the eye toward them, it was his arrogant smile and rolling of the ball object in his hand that would have been a bit more bravado than anything, but none the less his smirk would ignite as he tossed the eye to his other hand and nodded.

“Go play...”.

He said confidently to give the troll her just revenge.

Marseille was clutched by Pame and grunted are her actions. He coughed several times and groaned.

“...not...gonna...make it...”.

He said painfully, clearly he was suffering but still trying to hang on.

[ V . D ] Bending forth, the kaldorei begins to feverishly hiss into Mars's ear whilst ripping open a pouch on her hip, procuring a vial of liquid that she'd attempt to tip into his mouth. It was a health assistant, meant to encourage faster self healing, though depending on the damages it's potency varied.

But still... It was something to help. Verzatea turned her eyes up toward Jursol then, marveling the trolls creation before remarking, her tone harsh as still her emotions were still running high with aggression from Rae's probing,

"Devastate them!"

[ L. K ] Mars would drink and begin to shake against her body; the shock of blood loss and the pain clearly causing his body to go into convulsions. He would peer back at her; the once pinkish bright eyes were fading, a dim glow as he whispered softly.

“Y—you...t-tell her...I am always...w-watching...her...”.

He was of course calling back to Siida. The act of his determined vigilance always something she could depend on. He was hanging on, his hand gripping against Pames with as much tension as he could muster; though he was slipping. How much longer might he have was unknown.

[ J ] Jursol grinned wide as a cackle echoed through the room. “It be time ta play!” Her voice said loudly as she tossed her arms up into the air. Like a maniac she began to control the golem.

Tossing her arms outward as the golem began to walk forward. It’s weight casing the ground to quake. It slashed and shoved at anything in its way with its massive arms. Jursol hunched down as she took off before lunging forward yelling in Zandalari.

Her body still glowing from the Loa blessing. Her eyes set onto a cultist that was in her patch. One of her raptors suddenly let out a screech as it leaped over her, latching onto the cultist arm tearing if off with force and tossing the arm into the air like a toy.

Jursol was coming right behind it as she tried to cut it in half with her weapon. If successful she’d keep pressing onward snarling like a wild beast.

[ V . D ] Watching the chaos unfold brought Verzatea great pleasure, the passion to overcome returning with the sight of a brave zandalari slaughtering their enemies with such vigor... It was inspiring. Quite so much that with what energy she could muster, Tea would focus onto the golem.

Her eyes glimmered with manic thrill as she aided Jursol in giving her golem a longer life, too a little bit of extra strength to its devastating blows. All the while her free arm hugged around the boys shoulders. She'd attempt to multitask by focusing on the golem and reassuring the boy.

"You'll be out of here in no time, dear..."

Pame, on the other hand, was focused on keeping Marseilles upright.

"We need to get him home to Whistletorque,"

Pame huffs out, beginning to wrap the Shaldoreis severed arm with the one clean bandage she'd brought along-- quietly cursing herself for not bringing more.

She began to stuff Mars's wounds with herb mixtures and paste, plugging the holes with natural means to soak the corruption and bad blood, to lower the risk of infection-- at least until they could get him out and to a real doctor.

Meanwhile she'd speak directly to the shaldorei as she finishes up, squeezing his hand in hers,

"You'll tell her your self, don't sweat it brother... Ill see to it you're home. Rest for now,"

She encouraged, pressing her forehead against his before murmuring,

"Trust me."

[ T ] Meanwhile, the boy was just confused, frightened and in an overall state of shock. He had little ability to comprehend what was even happening. Was he still having a nightmare? Who could say?!

[ L. K ] Marseille was mortally wounded, his mind was lost to the fears and woes of what could have been or what might have come. He knew his arm was damaged but had no idea it was chewed of from the shoulder.

He knew his side hurt but how bad? He did not know the teeth marks he had were almost through his skin. But Pame was able to keep him sane; and the ointments and natural remedies were stemming off the waves of fear and pain.

Meanwhile Lazarius watched on with his hand clutching the eye. His mind was racing there was something peculiar about this entire situation. Something that had led him here and yet not by his own hand. Why the eye, what was it’s purpose.

Raelyndia did not seem to react to it being gone, and she did not seem to even both acknowledging it. How did the two coincide with one another?

There was very little time for him to think about it before realizing there was a panic within the ranks. If they did not stop this here and now; the end would come for all of them. He peered at the golem as it tore through the corpses of dead and made its way toward the tank, but clearly it was having its own issues working around the mass of bodies.

Lazarius calmly encased his arm in a strange vibration of particles; shifting the molecular structure of the dark energy around them. A blazing pinkish hue soon erupted from his arm spanning his elbow to a foot beyond his hand.

There was no way he himself was strong enough to even begin to overpower anything. Lazarius was not like the rest of them, he was no fighter. But he was intelligent. And by running toward the golem he would put his plan into action.

“Jursol!!”.

He howled racing through the blood and toward her creation.

“Sling shot!”

He had hoped she understood him as he reached the golem. His other hand was forcefully thrown toward the ceiling as a bolt of the same pinkish energy shot toward the stone. It was identical to the red energy Raelyndia was using and the chain he had was enough to pull him up into the air while he ran.

High enough now he cut the connection of the chain and landed directly on the Golems fist. With any luck the message was clear and within seconds he knew Jursol was right on his page with him.

The golem launched Lazarius forward giving him a great deal of strength and momentum in order to pierce through the glass of the tank. His blazing pink blade just barely long enough to cut through to the inside.

And just as soon as he was victorious; he was shot backward almost half way across the room; hopefully someone could catch him. But as the hole was made in the glass a horrible sound became the overpowering voice of the room.

It was a roar and a hiss and a growl all combine; shrill and threatening and nearly causing them to go deaf. The sound was not only the blood coagulation inside leaking out but the voice was something akin to a sound of death itself.

@siidaraykashebahl

@zandalaridruidofgonk

@frompage112

@pyravari-kashebahl

@whatadarkbitch

@miss-irascible

@thebladeitself

To be continued in “In Mind of Misery, Manipulation, Part 11″

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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Three Hundred Ten: Ethnic Food ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: Of Monsters and Men ] [ AO3 Link ]

Well...today’s the day. While she knows, in truth, there’s no avoiding what she’s about to do...Hinata still takes a sliver of comfort in knowing that she can, at least, make peace with it.

The last several months have been the oddest of her life. Being saved from one vampire by another, befriending said savior vampire, and slowly finding herself more and more familiar with a world so few know exist.

Of course...Hinata has known about monsters - or as they prefer to be called, Nightwalkers - for most of her life. Her mother’s bloodline, tracing all the way back to the ancient miko who claimed to speak to gods, makes her neither human nor monster. A strange in-between that most nowadays call witches.

Try as she might to ignore her lineage, ignore her nature...it came to find her in the end.

And now, her rare, thought-extinct powers have attracted unwanted attention in the form of her dear friend’s employer and coven leader, Madara. He’s made her a deal she can’t refuse. Not because the reward is tempting...but because to say no is almost certainly a death wish.

She tells herself that, so long as she has Sasuke to rely on, she can get through this. While she’s a complete novice with her abilities, Madara seems convinced they can grow, and she can master them...all for him to use against his enemies.

So, given she has little choice, Hinata has decided to give her answer: she’ll work for him as needed. Otherwise...she just hopes she can keep some semblance of normalcy.

Which is why, once she’s made her peace, she texts Sasuke.

Want to get some dinner?

Hopefully it sounds casual enough. Because according to Madara, Sasuke’s protective inclinations toward her have been born out of a growing affection. And while Hinata cares for him greatly...she just has too much on her mind to sit and puzzle out her feelings. She’s never really dated anyone...never really been in love. Had crushes, but was never bold enough to act upon them.

...and is it wise to pair with a Nightwalker, given what she is? She’s not human...but she’s not vampire, either.

...she’ll think about it later.

Thankfully, his reply is swift...and cuts right to the point.

Made up your mind?

The words earn a small smile and a soft snort.

Yes. Not that there was much to think about, huh?

...true enough. The usual place?

Mhm.

Be there in ten.

Reading the last message, Hinata idly runs the pad of her thumb over the cracks in her mobile’s screen. She really needs to replace it...just her luck she was grabbed when it was in her hand, dropped to the parking lot asphalt. But at least it still works...she’ll put it off a little longer.

Mind still eddying with thoughts, Hinata makes her way to their typical meeting place: her favorite little eatery she discovered while going to university. It’s more traditional in style, quaint, and just what she likes.

And, as usual, Sasuke beats her there.

“Car or feet this time?” she asks with a small smile.

“Feet. Couldn’t find my keys.”

“Showoff,” Hinata gently chides, letting him open the door for her. “But at least you’re still a gentleman.”

“Only for you. To everyone else, I’m an asshole.”

“C-consider me flattered, then.”

“You should be.”

That earns another laugh, the pair of them guided to a cozy corner table. Sitting with a relieved sigh, Hinata takes a moment to glance out the window beside her. The night life of her city plays out beyond the panes, all seeming so...normal. It’s funny how much her perspective has changed since she met the man now sitting across from her. How much more...aware she feels. She knows she still has much to learn when it comes to those like her companion...but to think that so many people are completely blind to a world just over their shoulder...it’s odd.

“Hinata?”

“Hm?”

“You spaced out there for a second.”

“Oh...s-sorry.”

Sasuke studies her face, dark eyes flickering over her features. “...you all right?”

“Mhm. I’ve just been doing a lot of...thinking lately.”

“Good thinking, or bad thinking?”

“Just...thinking. Not really good or bad.”

“Objective, then.”

“...yeah.”

“Speaking of...I’m honestly blown away by how well you’re handling all of this, y’know.”

That earns a blink. “...really?”

“Yeah. Sure, you’re not human...and you’ve been aware of us most of your life. But that’s not exactly a guarantee for understanding or keeping calm in the face of everything you’ve got going on.”

“...I guess I just...d-do my best to look and move forward. I don’t know...maybe it is weird, but I just feel...calm. I know there’s danger, but...for some reason, it doesn’t bother me.”

His brow furrows, clearly not quite comprehending.

Hinata takes a moment to think, trying to figure out a way to explain. “...I think...it’s because I know I’m not facing it alone. Because I know you’re there to protect me.”

Sasuke’s face goes slack with surprise.

In turn, she gives a small smile. “...hungry?”

“...uh...yeah, sure. This place only got traditional food, or is there anything, like...ethnic?”

“M-mostly traditional…? I always get the same thing, so...I guess I’m n-not the one to ask,” she replies with a small laugh into the cuff of her jacket sleeve. “Though...n-now that you mention it, that reminds me of a question I’ve always meant to ask you.”

“...okay. What held you back?”

“Mostly I just forget, but...I guess I’m not sure if it’s, um...offensive…?”

Sasuke can’t help a snort. “Trust me...I doubt anything that passes through your mind could offend me. Hit me with it.”

“Well...your kind need blood to survive...right?”

“Yeah. It varies a bit from person to person, but typically we can’t go more than about three days without before we start getting...dangerous. We usually try to get about half a liter a day, but some skip around, depending on their schedule.”

“...oh! I...didn’t know it was that strict.”

“Mhm. So, was that your question?”

“Well, partly. I’ve obviously seen you eat food, but...is that n-necessary for...someone like you?”

“What, regular food? Oh, yeah. See, uh…” He hesitates, gathering his thoughts. “The ‘needs’ of Nightwalkers are typically sort of...additional beyond the typical. Like...fiction often depicts us as undead, but that’s nowhere near true. I have a heartbeat, my blood pumps, my gut functions...I still need food, water, rest, and all that like anything else alive. I just need blood on top of that to satisfy and sort of...alleviate what makes me a...what I am.”

“Ohhh…”

“...you thought that would offend me?”

“W-well, I just...I honestly thought you...didn’t need to eat,” Hinata replies, tone quite sheepish. “And I don’t like making assumptions about people, let alone an entirely different...type of people. S-sorry.”

“Nah, it’s fine. Some species have it a lot easier than others. For example, most bestial lines - like...harpies, werewolves, nagas - they don’t really have a need like we do? There’s is more like...an instinct. You could, in a way, think of their brains as having two halves. A more human-like half, and the animal half. And suppressing the animal half for too long can make them...irritable. Or even affect their mental health. Some have mastered it and live almost completely like humans. But for most, they have to have breaks where they take their beast forms and live a little. Otherwise they’d go mad.

“But with the humanoid sorts, ours are usually more...conditional. Typically, it’s something that feeds off of another creature. My kind need blood - any kind will do, but humans are just the...best suited? It’s hard to explain. And like succubi and incubi need sexual energy. Sirens crave giving people pain, or even killing them...but most are satisfied just by being heard and adored. Stuff like that.”

At the mention of the middle sort, Hinata can’t help but go light pink. “I...I see. Do...do witches have any conditions like that?”

“Not that I know of, but...with how rare your kind became there for a while, a lot of information about you has probably been lost. Have you ever felt like there’s something nagging at you? Something you need to...do, or eat, or...whatever?”

“I don’t...think so.”

Sasuke leans his elbow atop the table, considering her as he rests his chin in a hand. “...it’s funny, but...no one really knows the origins of those like us. Nightwalkers, and witches - Twilightwalkers. Some say we evolved from humans, others say we’re cursed, but no one really knows for sure where we came from. But your kind seem to be a kind of...middle ground between us and humans. The way I’ve heard it put is that Nightwalkers are those with power to alter themselves...and witches have the power to alter what’s around them. Humans can do neither, at least...not the way we can.”

“That...makes a lot of sense. But I wonder if there’s any way to find out where our roots r-really lie.”

“No idea. But that’s more the sort of stuff my brother likes to puzzle over. I’m more of an ‘in the now’ sort of guy. My roots don’t really offer much in terms of effects here and now for me. Might be neat to know, but it doesn’t really do anything for me.”

“I think I’d like to know,” Hinata muses. “I already know s-so little about what I am...maybe it would shed some light. But I guess I don’t have much means to find out.”

“Yeah...we’ll get you figured out. Soon enough you’ll be the strongest witch in Japan.”

“I might be the only witch in Japan,” Hinata rebukes with a giggle.

“...you have a fair point. But still...you’ve clearly got talent, given how you managed to influence me, even with no training and in a state of panic. That’s promising.”

“I’ll t-take that as a compliment!”

Sasuke manages a grin as a server finally finds them, apologizing for the wait. “No worries. We’re night folk,” he assures her smoothly, giving Hinata a none-too-subtle wink.

She just snorts.

“Well...we’ll get you a full stomach, and then go have a little chat with Madara,” Sasuke then offers, sobering them both slightly. “There might be some paperwork to get you legally tied into everything, but...overall we shouldn’t have to be there long. Unless he decides to ramble on about what you’ll be doing. Hopefully he’ll save that for another night.”

“Yeah, I’d...prefer that, honestly.” She’d almost let herself forget why she’s really here. One last little outing with her full freedom before finding herself in Madara’s claws.

“...it’ll be fine,” Sasuke then assures her softly. “Like you said: I’ll be there to protect you.”

“...thank you, Sasuke.”

.oOo.

(This is a sequel to days 35, 44, 52, 80, 82, 105, 115, 133, 159, 162, 188, 193, 289, 298, and 307!) First of all, let me just apologize for falling yet another day behind: yesterday was super stressful, so I took my typical evening time to work on another fic. By the time that was done, I was in a lot of pain from my broken teeth, and just...called it a night. And odds are, the rest of the year is going to be VERY busy for me, so...I might very well fall further behind rather than catch up, though I REALLY hope I can do so before next year. But I won't hold my breath. Once things are more...finalized, I'll clue you guys in more. Just...please be patient with me, I'm doing my best ;w; ANYWAY. Onto the actual fic! This was a very...odd prompt, lol - hence it mostly just being a passing phrase, which I sometimes just...have to do when the prompt is weird xD I had a joke I was going to have Sasuke make to tie into it, but...upon further thought, I wasn't sure if it would be too crass, so...I tossed the idea. Instead, we have just some angst-laced fluff between them on Hinata's last day (well...night) of freedom. Things are going to get...interesting from here on. I might tie in some old RP plots, and honestly might save more of this verse for a proper fic...? I'm not sure how I want to do that, as it might make more sense to do a "rewrite" from the beginning, since this method has been a bit...disjointed. We'll see. But as I've said before. any longer fics I want to do after this challenge will be after a pretty hefty break. I love this challenge, but WHOO has it been a burnout, lol - at least there's less than two months left. I love it, but...I need a break. Especially since Life is ramping up as we near the end. ANYWAY, I'm...majorly rambling, so I'll stop there! Thanks, as always, for reading...and all of your support and patience <3

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