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lemons3ason · 3 years

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Unworthy Fool (SMUT)

(Modern au) (Reiner x Ex! Reader)

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He didn’t regret a thing now that he had you again in his arms, Galliard had introduced him to an online sex app that allowed singles to meet up and fuck and with some luck you were one of the first women that had popped up as a recommendation. Reiner was nervous to see you again, things had ended terribly between you two five years ago he was afraid that you wouldn’t want to see him again. With Galliard’s help he was able to catfish you into meeting up but your meeting didn’t go as planned, you wanted nothing to do with him the moment you realized he was your match for the night but he promised that he just wanted to make things right so you would take him back. Now you had his face flushed against your pussy, big strong hands clamping down into the supple flesh of your thighs, while he made you see stars from his desperate tongue. Your taste and scent sent his body into overdrive, even as your feet seemed to press into his back to push him away he would only bury his face deeper to make you scream louder.

Your fingers pulled at his short blonde locks as the stubble of his goatee brushed violently against your folds, the prickly feeling was driving you mad, you didn’t like it but feeling it stimulate your folds along with his rough tongue made you want to drown his face in your cum. “R-Reiner...so good!”, you cried shaky thighs squeezed against his head making him moan against your pussy. The way the plump meat pressed against his cheeks and warmed his ears was ridiculously erotic, he never wanted to stop. He removed his tongue to speak to you a bit but plunged three of his large fingers into your weeping cunt to keep you from whining, “Are you feeling good Mistress? Tell me I’m making you feel good, please! I’m not worthy to be tasting you like this but if I’m making you feel good then I’ll be so happy.”, he whimpered into your stomach kissing your clit sweetly while he waited for your response.

Your toes began to curl as your orgasm neared and stupid blabbering began to fall from your lips, “Yes baby! Yes you’re making me feel so fucking good! Please Reiner make me cum, drink it all then fuck me raw!”, you begged unaware of how your lewd words made his cock twitch for you. With a new found vigor Reiner returned his lips to your pussy sloppily eating up the fluids that seeped from your needy hole while he thrusted his cock into the silk sheets of the bed. Your hands pushed his face as deep as it would in order to bring your glorious high. The squeal that ripped from your throat as your pussy squirted over his face was so sexy that Reiner couldn’t hold back the first load of his seed that exploded from his angry cock as he lapped up all of your orgasm like a thirsty dog. Until your back laid flat against the bed again shaking from the intensity of your release Reiner waited patiently for your next demand.

“Fucking shit! It felt so good that it hurt.”, you panted trying to calm your nerves, “Reiner come here. I want a kiss.”

The huge blonde did as told, his body encaged yours against the bed both arms rested on the sides of your head, his thighs forced yours apart allowing his needy cock to press against your clit and stomach. You cupped his face sweetly and pulled his head down to enjoy your taste against his lips, he moaned to your touch softly rutting his cock against your folds. This shared heat had been long forgotten between the two of you, but it was impossible to ignore, you two were meant for each other.

“Reiner do you want to be inside me again?”, you asked sweetly pulling him down until his head rested against the crook of your neck, “Do you really want to be mine again?”

His hips hungrily moved on their own answering for him as he whimpered against your shoulder, “Yes. Oh God yes I want to be yours again. I know I’m not worthy of your body or love but I don’t want anyone else to have you. Please let me make you feel good, let me prove to you that I can be good and make you happy.”, his sweet begging was such a turn on for you, he used to be such a heartless ass before but now his newly discovered submissiveness was driving your heart mad. You kissed the side of his head softly and ran your fingers down his body enjoying the tights bumps of his abs until you reached his sensitive cock. He let out a throaty groan to your touch and bucked into your hand, you smiled and led the tip of his cock to your core where you desired it most. As soon as he felt the tip sink into your plump inner walls he smiled, you begged him to thrust the rest in and cried out when the sudden snap of his hips made him hit you straight in the gspot.

“Ohohohoooo fuck! Damn you’ve certainly gotten bigger downstairs, I almost passed out.”, you purred digging your nails into Reiner’s back as his hips began to snap in and out of you.

The wet drag of his veiny cock against your pulsing walls was so lewd, you were seeing stars thanks to the stretch of his cock. Reiner smiled at you, you were nothing but a pile of moans and flesh beneath him but even still he didn’t feel like it was enough for you. He adjusted himself, putting all his weight on his forearm giving his free hand a chance to enjoy your plush body, he used his hips to curl your body into a mating press which only drew more loud moans from your small frame.

“God you’re tiny. My sexy tiny girl.”, Reiner chuckled at your small ankles that barely made it over his broad shoulders.

“S-shut up and kiss me you big jerk.”, you pouted reaching out for him.

He carefully leaned down to press his lips against yours in a wet kiss, you were quick to dominate his tongue with your own as his hips began to move on their own. This position made the stretch of your inner walls even more addicting, tight, wet, plush walls that squeezed just right. Even as he pulled out your walls sucked him right back in as if begging for his seed. You pulled away from the heated kiss rubbing at your clit as another high began to build up in your body, Reiner couldn’t believe the sight beneath him but he never wanted it to go away.

“(Y/n) please be mine. Please take me back and everyday you can use me however you want, I won’t leave you again I promise.”, Reiner begged almost brought to tears from his overwhelming emotions.

Your legs shook against his hips, you knew he would stop if you didn’t answer and you were right on the edge of Nirvana again. You reached up your arms to him like a child and cooed his name softly making his tears fall as he pressed himself against you bottoming out into your tiny body until your womb ached from the penetration of his huge cock. You could feel yourself shaking all over and blushed as your orgasm splashed against his pelvis and stomach.

“You’ve become such a crybaby Reiner...b-but god how I’ve wanted you back for so long.”, you panted out holding his head against your chest to hide your own tears.

“You’ve wanted me?”

“Yeah since the day we broke up, I’ve wanted you back so much but I thought by now you would’ve moved on to someone better then me. Hell it’s gotten to the point where I’d imagine my partners as you and it’s sucked because I could never orgasm properly.”, you admitted kissing his temple sweetly as you pulled away.

His heart was full, Reiner was happy again. He kissed your cheek softly and made his way to your lips getting lost in your watery eyes until they shut tight to enjoy the feeling of his love. This unworthy fool had captured your heart again, and this time he wouldn’t let go.

“I love you so much (Y/n).”, he sighed pulling you onto his chest to enjoy your warmth.

You shuddered feeling his still hard cock against your folds and licked your lips hungrily. You hadn’t made him cum yet, and you desperately wanted his creamy seed inside of you. So for the rest of the night you teased the ever loving fuck outta him making him cry your name until his voice was cracked and his balls hurt from creaming your insides so much. You were his and he was yours.

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mythrilhusk · 3 years

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Our World - Chapter One

Technoblade-centric; obligatory Greek Pantheon/The Office AU, No shipping, Not RPF

2.4k words, slightly funny (maybe?), AO3 Link,

Features ND/Schizophrenic!Technoblade - (Written by myself, an actually schizophrenic/neurodivergent person... Neurotypicals/Non-psychotics should not attempt this.)

CW: Intrusive thoughts/visions/urges, auditory hallucinations

Elysium's smallest company branch rests unobtrusively in the town Oneiros, buried in some backwoods county. Technoblade reads through the list of employees once more as his taxi weaves through a mountain pass. His equipment sits on the seat beside him, while the rest of his luggage bounces in the trunk.

Elysium's CFO, some guy named Eret, hired Techno on the spot when he came to the interview. Seemed kinda desperate, but eh, so was Technoblade.

H's not entirely sure why they would only hire one guy to do this job. Eh, work is work, and they sure pay well enough. They're providing an apartment, too. An actual roof over his head will be nice, for however long Techno can keep the job. He bets a week, tops.

The narrow road crests over the top of the mountain, revealing the town beneath sprawling in the valley. The Elysium office building juts out of the south side of the town, an ugly block of concrete and glass. Technoblade wrinkles his nose in disdain, silently agreeing with chat as they mock the displeasing aesthetics.

When his taxi pulls up into the parking lot, Technoblade piles his luggage and equipment on the sidewalk before paying the driver. He adds a tip, too, though he can barely afford even that much. The driver's pale cheeks stretch in a nervous smile as he clutches the money; he's too afraid to protest the miniscule tip. Techno doesn't make an effort to smile back, too busy ignoring visions featuring the bloody crunch of the man's neck between his thirsty teeth.

The taxi peels away, leaving Technoblade alone in the chilly mountain air. With ringing ears and a heavy huff, Techno gathers his stuff and heads into the building.

The receptionist plays on his phone, ignoring Technoblade even when he raps his knuckles atop the boy's shaggy brown hair. "Tubbo," He grunts, recalling the appearance from the employee list.

Tubbo starts, staring up at Techno with wary intensity, like a tiger cub encountering a wild boar for the first time. Techno smiles wryly at the boy, who must still be younger than eighteen. Chat clamors for blood, urging him with the weight of his knife, but Technoblade doesn't entertain them.

"Technoblade." Tubbo regains his composure and holds out a hand. "I'm so glad you're finally here, big man, we've been waiting."

"Why the rush?" Technoblade snorts, ignoring the proffered handshake. Physical contact irritates him.

Tubbo drops his hand. "We just really like documentaries about ourselves, yeah?"

"K." It's not his place to question a gig, although chat goes wild with suspicion. "Where am I staying?"

"Oh, right, you'll be staying with Philza. Heh, try not to piss him off. Or do, it'll be funny." Tubbo waves to the rest of the wide room. "Phil! Your roommate's here!"

"Fuck off, mate, I told you bastards, I don't want a fucking roommate." Techno recognizes the man who speaks as the dude in charge of customer relations: Philza. His golden hair glints with hints of fire, setting off his blue eyes, as merciless as the stars.

Chat froths, raging for blood, blood, blood, but Techno mentally bats them away. "K, welp, I was promised boardin' with this gig. I don't really care where; just get me a place to stay." Technoblade shrugs, baring his teeth in a smile that's just south of friendly.

Philza smiles too, showing off his fangs. Tubbo holds up his hands, saying, "Woah, woah, here. Phil, it's your turn. It's not gonna last long, anyway."

"Heh? Turn?" Technoblade chuffs, even as the cacophony that is chat hisses, technodead, technodead, lmao, RIP- Shut up, chat, we are not dead yet.

Philza's grin widens maliciously. "Oh, did Eret not tell you?"

"That dude told me the bare minimum, man, I dunno, I dunno what you expected."

"You're not the first film crew he's hired," Tubbo says with a faux apologetic shrug. Before Technoblade can protest the use of crew to describe one man, Tubbo continues with the barest hint of a smirk. "But the other ones died, just like you will."

Technodead, technodead, EEEEEE, RIP, RIP, F, EEE, lmaooo, F, rainbowchat- "Get outta here," Techno drawls, narrowing his eyes. Not for the first time, he wishes chat had a physical embodiment he could punt. "Technoblade never dies."

"We'll see," Philza muses, his eyes twinkling with the apathetic amusement of an ancient god toying with mortals. Hazing, that's all this is. Phil hands Technoblade a business card. "Don't be late."

Techno scans the card, appreciating the flaming torch insignia etched into the bronze-inked paper. Ares, god of war... Chat hisses the allusion, seeming in awe of this man who has taken a god's symbol. Techno flips it over to find the address, and then raises an eyebrow at Phil. "What time?"

Philza picks up a stack of papers from the massive copy-printer and strides back to his desk. "Before evenfall."

Welp, that's that interaction over with. Technoblade notes how all the other office workers are studiously ignoring him. He turns to Tubbo. "Where's the boss?"

Tubbo puffs out his cheeks and crosses his arms, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Are you, are you going to complain to our manager, mister?"

"Yeah," Technoblade plays along. "I'm giving you a three star review."

"Oh, that's not bad."

"Out of ten."

Tubbo's visage darkens, and Techno gets an uneasy feeling like a hurricane is about to hit. The feeling passes, though, as Tubbo pouts. "I deserve more than that, man! Give me six stars, at least!"

"Tell ya what, if you show me where the regional manager's office is, I'll raise my review to seven stars."

"Done!" Tubbo cries, and points to an inconspicuous pair of doors on the other end of the room. "One leads to Manager Puffy, the other leads to Manager Schlatt. Choose wisely, good sir."

Techno hums approvingly, then draws out his pad of stickers from his coat pocket. Tubbo's eyes widen and he gasps, bouncing excitedly as Techno sticks a sparkly gold star to his forehead. "Good work, nerd."

Tubbo just stammers, plopping back into his chair with a blissful expression. Heh. Stickers work every time. Chat begs for stickers of their own, beg to be called nerds, beg for even a little taste of blood, but they don't deserve any rewards after being so bad all day.

Techno strides over to the managers' office doors. Each has a whiteboard on the front, with various scribbles over them. One has a fluffy sheep, and says in swirly script, //The captain is IN//. The other has various dicks doodled on it, and the only word written is, //Candice//. Chat breaks down in immature giggles. Technoblade opts for the former.

He knocks politely. A woman's voice replies, "Enter."

Opening the door, Technoblade scans the room. There's a full bookshelf covering one wall, and a low bureau across the opposite. A bay window sheds light across the manager's desk, tinted by the grey-green curtains.

A woman rises from her chair, her expression hidden by the sunlight behind her. Her waves of hair-- half brown and half silver-- sparkle with the dewdrop diamonds haphazardly woven in.

"District Manager Puffy?" Technoblade bobs his head to her.

"Call me Captain Puffy," Puffy replies, and her teeth glint in a wild smile as she tosses her head. "You're the new film crew Eret hired?"

"Uhh, apparently." Technoblade appreciates that she doesn't hold out her hand to greet him. "He never specified what kind of film he wanted, though, so-"

"Don't worry about that," Puffy tuts, "I'll give you instructions when you're settled in."

"K." Technoblade can respect this kind of person. Chat has been subdued and pouting for the past few minutes by his refusal to give them any sort of attention. He takes mercy on them and stares at the model ships on the bureau, letting them coo over the complexity and aesthetic.

"Uh, Mister Blade?" Puffy's voice intrudes on his appreciation of the ships.

"Just Techno is fine." Techno refuses to look away from the ships, since they're keeping chat happy for the moment.

"You'll be assigned a desk tomorrow, and you'll be given tasks around the office to, to acclimate and get to know your coworkers. Later, you can start filming random candid moments. We want a sort of documentary detailing our office lifestyle." Puffy hands a paper flyer to Techno.

Glancing through it, Techno frowns. "What exactly does Elysium sell?"

"We need a better PR team, which is why we've hired you. Elysium strives for the betterment of lives and the strengthening of minds." Puffy completely fails to answer the question. Chat calls her a sussy baahka, and Techno shoots a pointed glare at the bookshelves. He's definitely not giving chat any stickers tonight.

Puffy seems ready to dismiss him, so Techno bobs his head once more to her and opens the door. A strange noise, like the crashing of waves against a rocky shore, resonates through the air, halting him. Her eyes snap wide, glittering with something cold and unforgiving, yet somehow comforting and protective. "Pray to your god for mercy and it shall be given."

Technoblade chuckles, smothering the fire lit behind his eyes. "I'm kinda an atheist, Brizo; if there are any gods out there, they'll be begging me for mercy." He realizes too late that his extensive knowledge of the ancient Greek religion has escaped his tongue. Chat screams with excitement as they put together the allusions to the referenced spirit, Brizo, patron of sailors and prophecy. What a bunch of nerds.

Captain Puffy stares at him, her smile twinkling: sun rays piercing through storm clouds. "Of course, Hades."

Technoblade smiles back at the retort-- he's always been partial to the god of wealth-- and he bobs his head in deference to her once more. Any fellow partaker of old stories easily gets put in his good book. Puffy bows back, and Technoblade takes that as his cue to leave. He closes the door behind him.

Spotting the break room, Techno makes his way towards it, weaving through the desks. He pulls out his last, wrinkly dollar and slips it into the vending machine, then selects one of the bags of cookies. Sitting down with it, he inspects the coworker who's followed him in. "Tommy, right?"

The youth-- the sole employee in HR-- scowls, his ocean-blue eyes narrowing with scorn. "Who the fuck do you think you are, Technoblade??"

"Heh?" The teen's aggressive tone sets him on edge: hands itching and teeth aching and eyes burning for blood, blood, blood- no. No more of that. "Tommy, I just, I just got here? What are you upset at me for?"

"I'm just askin', Techno. Who do you think you are?" Tommy juts his chin out challengingly. "There can only be one boss man here."

"You wanna be the boss?" Technoblade rips open the bag of cookies.

"Well, obviously."

"Best me in single combat and we'll see." Technoblade is only jesting, of course. Even if the kid agreed to the fight, it would be unfair.

"Yes! Meet me in the parking lot in thirty minutes, idiot, and I'll fuckin' wipe the pavement with your ugly face!!" Tommy whoops and skips out of the break room before Techno can explain he was only joking.

Great. He's going to be fired for challenging a coworker to a fight, now. This will officially become the shortest job he's ever held, beating his last record by three hours. Technoblade munches his cookies and refuses to listen to chat as they bully him for making such a mess of his last chance.

When he's finished his cookies, Technoblade goes down to the parking lot, figuring that if he's going to be fired, he'd better do it in style.

Tommy waits for him, the breeze whipping through his blond hair. "No weapons, no magic, just me an' you, Technoblade."

"K." Technoblade shrugs, not seeing any point to telling the teen that magic doesn't actually exist. It was probably a sort of ironic joke, anyway.

Tubbo stands on the sidewalk, cheering for Tommy. Another teen leans on the wall behind Tubbo, seeming paler than should really be healthy, with a mop of black hair covering their ears.

"En garde!" Tommy cries and leaps to punch Techno.

Swaying to avoid the blow, Techno jabs Tommy in the gut with his knuckles. The youth staggers back, face distorted in pain. Technoblade remains relaxed, raising his hands. "Feel free to back out any time."

"Fuck you!" Tommy roars and charges, fists flailing. The picture of waves recklessly dashing themselves against an implacable cliff comes to mind.

Technoblade deflects the first fist and takes the wrist of the followup, twisting his arm behind his back. Tommy shrieks in rage and attempts to rip his arm away. Techno releases him and steps forward. "Sorry, but you ain't winnin' this."

"I will fucking end you!" Tommy once more flies into the fray.

Technoblade decides to go slightly harder on him. He sends Tommy stumbling with a single smack to his shoulder. When Tommy tries to flail fists at him again, Techno trips the boy. Tommy's back slams into the pavement, air whoofing out of his lungs.

"Y-you fuckin'-" Tommy wheezes for air. "I will not lose to you-"

"Looks like it's too late for that," Technoblade chuffs, watching the boy as he struggles to his feet.

Tommy sneers at him. "I, I'm feeling fuckin' merciful today. I won't kill you this time."

"I suppose I can return the favor." Technoblade smirks. He turns his back on Tommy to rub in how little of a threat the teen is. Not that Tommy will understand the gesture, but it boosts Techno's ego and makes chat jeer.

Tubbo and the other youth, a sales rep by the name of Ranboo, stride over. "That was sick!" Ranboo cries, eyes aflame with hero-worship as he stares at Technoblade.

Tubbo smiles implacably as he pulls Tommy to his feet. "Win next time, big guy. I lost five dollars to Ranboo on that."

"Fuck you, Ranboo," Tommy snarls, clinging to Tubbo's arm even as he's standing. "Bet on me, next time!"

"But you lost! I think that's pretty funny." Ranboo glances back up at the windows of the office. Several pairs of eyes seem to be peering down. Great. An audience to Technoblade's last few moments of employment.

Tommy grumbles as he storms to the doors, "I'll fucking beat you next time, Techno, see if I don't!"

The phrasing seems odd, in that it implies Technoblade isn't about to be fired for beating up his teenage coworker.

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alectoperdita · 4 years

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Fictober - Day 30

prompt: “just say it” fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters pairing: Jounouchi Katsuya/Kaiba Seto rating: teen warnings: none a/n: brief background: this is a pivotal scene that i’m trying out from my mostly unpublished childhood-friends AU, we trade petty cash for miracles, where Katsuya and Seto grew up as childhood friends after Katsuya went with his mother after the divorce and Seto’s parents never died. The intention was to pick up the story when they’re in high school as Shizuka’s eyesight deteriorates and explore the events of Duelist Kingdom from this canon divergence.

Katsuya stared blankly at the ceiling. The bed cradling him was as soft as a cloud. After a night of sleeping on the forest ground, such a mattress should be heaven-sent, but he doubted he'd get much sleep tonight. His thoughts had been racing into overdrive ever since the dinner hosted in honor of all the qualifying semi-finalists.

It was a miracle in itself that he even collected ten Star Chips to enter Pegasus' castle. As much as he worried about who he'd been matched against for tomorrow's semi-final, it wouldn't matter because he didn't have either the Glory of the King's Hand or the Glory of the King's Opposite Hand card. Dammit!

What could he do? For a brief second, he considered knocking on the room next door but quickly shut down that train of thought. Like hell was he going to rely on that bastard now. He'd made it this far without his help.

He heaved himself into a seated position and cast a resentful look around the richly decorated room. Just the sight of it made Katsuya's blood boil. Pegasus had wasted God knows how much money on a private island, a whole damn castle, and then this stupid tournament. Probably more than enough to pay for Shizuka's surgery ten times over. If it was possible, he'd settle for robbing the long-haired weirdo blind and be done with this whole strange affair.

A knock on his door pulled him from his thoughts. Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, he rose to his feet and called, "Who's that?"

"It's me," replied a familiar male voice from the other side of the door.

Katsuya stiffened. Part of him wanted to tell the other boy to go to hell—still might, depending on what he said next. "C'min."

The door swung inward, and Seto entered the room. He immediately shut the door in his wake, yet he remained standing clear on the other side of the room. It seemed the other boy was just as wary of him after their last confrontation.

Katsuya studied Seto more carefully than any textbook he'd ever owned. Why did it feel like it had been months since they last saw or spoke to each other when only a few hours had passed since dinner? When it had been no more than a day since they stormed off on each other?

He clenched his hands into fists and forced himself to breathe, already feeling like they were tittering on the edge of another screaming match. "Whaddaya want?"

Sucking in a sharp breath, Seto finally crossed the room to approach him. He reached into the coat of his trench coat and pulled out a card. "I came to give you this," he said and offered it to Katsuya.

Katsuya took it and flipped it over. It was Glory of the King's Hand. Stunned, he snapped his shocked eyes back to Seto's impassive face. "You're givin' me yours?"

Seto shook his head and flashed two more cards, Glory of the King's Opposite Hand and a second Glory of the King's Hand.

"Then where'd you get this one from?"

"I asked Yuugi for his. He knows the reason why we're both here."

Rage flooded through Katsuya's body. "You told him about Shizuka?"

Ignoring his outburst, Seto continued, "Yuugi has no need for the prize money. His only concern is rescuing his grandfather."

"And he just gave it to you outta the goodness of his heart?" sneered Katsuya.

Seto gave a small laugh. "Actually, yes, but I offered to help him regardless. Should I win the tournament, I will challenge Pegasus for Sugoroku-san's soul."

"Oh my god, please tell me you don't actually believe that bullshit! Magical Egyptian artifacts, my ass!"

"Something is happening here. You can't deny that."

"Which is exactly why we should win that prize money and get the hell outta dodge. We don't have time to get involved in their bullshit. We have to worry about Shizuka first!" shouted Katsuya.

"I owe Sugoroku-san. If he hadn't given his Blue-Eyes, do you really think I'd made it this far in Duelist Kingdom?" asked Seto.

"Well, somehow, I've managed fine."

Disgusted, Katsuya turned away, but a grip on his elbow stopped him from leaving. Seto closed the last of the distance between them. Katsuya's skin prickled at their closeness, as it often did in the previous few months since they reconnected.

After several awkward seconds, Seto cleared his throat and said, "There's more I wanted to talk to you about."

"Yeah?"

Seto fell quiet again. He met Seto's dark blue eyes head-on, unflinching as that intense gaze swept across his face. The seconds seemed to drag on into minutes and then hours. Katsuya's patience was close to reaching its limit.

"Just say it!" snarled Katsuya.

"Tomorrow's match, I want you to drop out."

Katsuya couldn't believe his ears. "What the fuck?"

Seto clenched his jaws and forged ahead. "Or throw the duel. Either way works."

He ripped his elbow out of Seto's grip and spun to face the other boy fully. He acted on instinct as he invaded Seto's space, much as he would any perceived threat in the schoolyard. Seto was not intimidated—had never been by Katsuya's physical posturing no matter how many times they clashed over the years. But if Seto thought he'd even consider such a request for even a second, he really didn't understand Katsuya.

"You want me to take a dive?" growled Katsuya. "You really think that little of me, huh? Gotta save Jounouchi from himself. Stop him before he fucks everything up. Wow, fuck you, Seto. Screw your superior, holier-than-thou ass."

Tension furrowed between Seto's brow. "Be reasonable. Only one of us can advance in the tournament to win the prize money. It was bound to happen sooner or later."

"No."

"Jounouchi—"

"I said no! You're always looking down on me, but I'll show you—"

"This isn't about your pride, dammit! Listen to me for once in your life!"

"My pride? What about your's? Ever since we were kids, you had to be the best, be fucking perfect. You can't stand the idea that I might actually be a good Duelist. That I might be as good or better than you."

Seto's face turned bright red, flushed with anger, as his body trembled. Good. The damn bastard was losing his cool. Out of the corner of Katsuya's vision, he spotted Seto lifting one hand and tensed in anticipation of an oncoming punch. If Seto thought he wouldn't throw down with him in a fancy castle, he was stupidly mistaken. But Seto didn't try to hit him. Instead, he grabbed both of Katsuya's shoulders and shook him.

"I'm trying to protect you, you idiot!" shouted Seto.

The earnest plea in his voice made Katsuya finally give pause. When he looked—really looked at Seto, he could spot the telltale signs of worry and fear that marred his features, from the dark circles around his usually vibrant eyes to the perpetually pinched corner of his frowning lips.

After seeing that he had Katsuya's attention, Seto continued, "There's something very wrong with Yuugi's pendant. If Pegasus' eye is anything like it, I don't want you caught in the middle. It's too dangerous."

"I can take care of myself." Katsuya tried to shake off Seto, but the boy clung to him with an iron grip. "Seriously, I'll be fine."

Seto shook his head. "That's not something I'm willing to take a chance on, Katsuya."

The use of his given name caused a shiver to run down his spine—or maybe it was the way Seto said. Something didn't add up. Hadn't been adding up since they stepped foot on this strange island. Katsuya had written it off as Seto being even more of his usual persnickety self. Yet given what he just said, had he been overprotective?

"Why not?"

Seto pursed his lips. "I can't let anything happen to you."

"Why?" Katsuya insisted.

"Because I care about you. Because I—"

Seto squared his shoulders as if he'd made a decision; determination blazed in his eyes. Pulling Katsuya forward, Seto bent his head down and pressed their lips together urgently. Seto didn't really know how to kiss, Katsuya noted in an almost detached way. He seemed to think applying pressure was the end all and be all of kissing, and he was staring into Katsuya's eyes as if he could see into his soul. It might have been endearingly incompetent if it wasn't happening to Katsuya.

Eventually, Seto drew back. Katsuya's lungs burned, reminding him to breathe again. His body was having a delayed reaction to the kiss. His lips tingled first, before the sensation and the warmth spread to the rest of his face and down his chest. Even the tips of his numb fingers paradoxically twinged and itched.

"Did you just kiss me?" Katsuya croaked.

Seto actually rolled his eyes before giving him a fond look. "Yes, you idiot."

"Why?" Katsuya asked for the third time, still as confused as the first time he asked.

With surprisingly gentle hands, Seto embraced him. The hug was both achingly familiar—carrying traces of the affection they'd shared as children—and foreign in how much they'd grown in mind and body since. Yet their bodies still slotted together like puzzle pieces. Seto's answer ruffled his hair like a gentle spring breeze.

"Because I love you, Katsuya. I always have."

Check out other puppy/violetshipping ficlets I’m writing all #fictober20 long

#fictober20 #violetshipping #puppyshipping #kaijou #my fanfiction #fic: we trade petty cash for miracles #enjoy your soft Seto #i'm sorry i'm writing scenes for random WIP AUs from my backlog #i actually already have the first 2 chapters of this completed #but i keep hmming and hawing about publishing it #because i'm still struggling with the rest of the Duelist Kingdom details #one more day to go!#yugioh

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sunflowergirl522 · 4 years

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Legally Blonde 6: So Much Better

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Just a legally blonde AU with you starring as Elle Woods. Based on both the movie and musical.

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 2608

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

“Alright Wanda, are you ready?” It’s Pietro’s birthday and Wanda had made one of those doggy cakes for him.

“I don’t know Y/n, Ultron scares the crap outta me!”

“That’s okay.” You rub your hands up and down her arms. “You can channel that fear. Remember you are a strong independent woman and you must be reunited with your dog.” You turn her around to start heading towards the trailer.

“Anyone who bakes their dog a birthday cake deserves nothing less.” Buck places his hand on her shoulder and smiles at her in reassurance.

“Oh, and it’s shaped like a bone!” Wanda takes the lid off the tray to show the bone shaped cake with ‘Woof’ on it.Bucky chuckles at that and you start to move her closer to the trailer.

“That kind of devotion cannot be ignored.”

“It’s not easy to find dog friendly chocolate substitutes.” Wanda knocks on the door and the man living there pops his head out the window.

“Ugh not you again! I want your fatass off of my property.” You cringe at the way he speaks to Wanda and get ready for a fight.

“I want to see my dog! I got a right! I bet you didn’t even know it’s his birthday today.”

“Oh is it your birthday?” He looks inside talking to the dog. “Well you can’t see him jelly gut. Best decision I ever made was throwing you out!” He snatches the cake out of her hands and shuts the window. Wanda screams in annoyance and anger.

“Can you believe I lived with that for ten years! And that cheapskate, he never even got me a ring.” You’re about to go hug Wanda when Bucky grabs your arm and turns you to face him.

“Y/n, they lived together for ten years.” He put emphasis on ten years and it clicks in your mind.

“Of course! Bucky, you are a genius.” You knock on the door and he swings it open groaning in the process. “Mister Ultron, we are Miss Maximoffs legal team.”

“Lawyers?”

“I don’t think you realize that the great commonwealth of Massachusetts recognizes your ten year relationship with Miss Maximoff as a common law marriage. And entitles her to equitable division of property.”

“Huh?”

“Which means…” You motion for Wanda to finish it off after seeing the light flood into her eyes.

“I’m taking the dog, dumbass.” Pietro comes out of the railer and Ultron grumbles as he goes back inside. The Jack Russell Terrier runs straight to Wanda and she picks him up. Bucky scratches the dogs head quickly before you all start to walk away.

“Oh boy have I missed this face! Oh Y/n, Y/n this is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me! Thank you so much!” Wanda parts from the two of you to head home and you feel warm inside.

“Was that law? Is this the point of law? I’m feeling kind of high.”

“Are you okay?” Bucky gets concerned as he sees you place your hand on your heart.

“This is why we all study and slog, to help the underdog.” You turn to Bucky for the first part but then turn back to look at Wanda’s retreating form for the rest of it.

“Yeah, quite literally in this case.” You laugh at his joke and he smiles at you, proud that you enjoyed using law to help Wanda. “Come on, it’s late let’s get you home.”

***

The next morning you and Bucky see a crowd of people surrounding the board in front of Pierces class. You share a look with Bucky before going up to Thor who’s closest to you and also the nicest student you’ve met.

“What’s going on?”

“Pierce’s firm is defending a murder trial. His caseload is so big, he’s taking on first-year interns.” At that Pierce makes his way out of the hard of students and over to Bucky.

“Bucky, I’m making you my co-council on the Barton trial. Prove yourself here and the title Associate isn’t far off.”

“Yes sir!”

“We start Monday at nine A.M. sharp.” He turns back to the hoard of students and speaks before going back to Bucky and speaking only to him. “And make sure everyone dresses appropriately.” He speeds away to get away from possible squealing.”

“Oh Bucky that’s so great! I’m so proud of you!” You put your shoulders on his shoulders and hop up and down. While you do that you here Valkyrie celebrate getting the internship. You both walk towards the list with Bucky holding your hand. As you do that Peggy makes her way out of the crowd and sees Steve.

“Steve!” This causes you to turn and watch them. “We got Pierce's internship! It’s just like we planned!”

“Babe that’s perfect!” They embrace each other and your heart breaks a bit more when they kiss. “Almost as perfect as our wedding will be.” Steve spins her the way he used to to you. Your eyes follow them as they move away to celebrate taking the rest of the crowd with them.

You’re frozen in your spot thinking about how you thought if you were patient he would love you again. You thought that with time Steve would start to respect your mind and love you again. Watching him walk away after you turned your life around for him felt like a fatal blow. Bucky taps your shoulder and points to the list after you turn around.

“Woah! Is that my name on the list? Is this a mistake? Am I even awake? Pinch me now to make sure.” You hold your arm out for Bucky and he pinches your wrist while chuckling at you. “Ow! Yes, that’s my name in black and white somehow I’m doing something right. I feel so much better than before.” You and Bucky do your handshake before he goes to get some work done. “Oh Steve, sorry I’ve been a pest but I guess my best wasn’t working with you.” Steve just turns back to his huddle of friends. You tap his shoulder and he turns back to you slightly annoyed. “But, it looks like I found a cure and I so look forward to working with you.”

“What? Working with who?” He moves quickly to look at the list.

“Do you remember when we spent spring break in the hot tub every night? We said nothing else would ever feel so right. Well, this might!” Steve had a smirk on his face until your last sentence. His head snapped to face you and frowned. “Seeing my name up on that list, that beats the first time that we kissed.” You follow Steve to the list where Peggy is already standing. “You thought I was dumb, but I guess that somebody’s judgement was poor. Seeing my name in black and white is like making love with you all night.” You smile at him glad to see him so annoyed. “No wait. It feels so much better! ‘Cause I am so much better than before.” You walk away after that ready to celebrate.

You can’t wipe the smile off your face and think how maybe she’s what he prefers but maybe his mind and he’d look up to find that you’ve moved onto better things, better jobs or bigger rings. There’s no time for you to cry over him now because you’re too busy loving your name on the list. You take out your phone and call your mom.

“Hey, mom.”

“Hi honey how’s law school? Are you ready to come back home?”

“I actually got an internship with my teachers firm. I’ll be working with him on a murder case. I’m doing something right here.”

“That’s great sweetie! I’ll let your dad know about it as soon as he’s back from golfing. He’ll be so proud of you. I’m so proud of you.”

“I feel so much better than I ever have before mom. Love you, I’ll let you get back to what you were doing.”

“Okay love you too Y/n.” You hang up and put your phone away.

***

At the first meeting you bump into Steve and Peggy on the way to the office. Steve walks away quickly leaving you and Peggy behind. You both stare at each other for a bit in silence before you decide to break it. “You look nice today Peggy.”

“Thank you.” You both walk to the office in silence.

Once everyone arrives Pierce begins to play a workout tape and you recognize the person in it but you can’t quite put your finger on how. Pierce pauses the video and stands up to speak.

“Meet our client, Natasha. Her very wealthy husband was found shot to death in their Beacon Hill mansion.”

“Gold digger?

“You’d think so but she was rich on her own. She has a fitness empire. She claims she didn’t kill him.”

“Did she?”

“Let’s watch some more.” Pierce plays the video again and it shows Natasha speaking of how a jump rope can be used as a defensive weapon. “Who thinks she’s guilty?” Everyone but you raise their hands. “Here’s where you kids come in, Natasha has trouble trusting me. I’m her only chance to win but I don’t speak MTV.

“I’m a Delta Nu-”

“Not now. I want her whipped into shape, if there’s a brain in that hair tell it that I’m the key to the plea or the chair.”

***

The next meeting was at the jail and you were all meeting with Natasha.

“Miss Barton I’m Bucky Barnes, your co-council during the trial. These are the interns here to help out. We are here to whip up your legal defense.” Natasha chuckles at that a bit. “We’d love to discuss your case and go over a few choices. We wanna free you as soon as possible. So you can bring your message back to your fans.”

“Good, that’s what I want. This oughta be easy.”

“Pierce briefed me on your meeting and there’s a significant amount of evidence against you. To free you the jury will need to know an alibi.”

“Not gonna happen.”

“Even though it could save you.”

“If you put me on that stand, I’m gonna be forced to lie.”

“Okay Miss Barton if we can’t hear an alibi then you should expect a plea bargain.” Seve walks over to the table they’re sitting at as if he owns the place.

“And admit to something I didn’t do?”

“With a plea bargain you’d be out in a couple of years. That sounds reasonable, right?” Peggy sounds annoyed at Natasha as she speaks.

“Reasonable to do time for my husband's killer? Hmm, not really.”

“She’s tough.” Valkyrie whispers to you before also approaching Natasha. “Yo, sister.”

“Yo, not related. You know I need a legal team that knows I’m innocent. Get out of here, all of you. Guard!” Everyone leaves but you wait with your back to her hearing her muffled sobs. You make a split second decision to try something.

“Who, who is the girl with loyal friends and true?” You snap twice.

“Who, who?” She snaps twice back at you.

“Who, who has a bond as strong as crazy glue?” You turn around and face her and she hesitantly turns to you too.

“Who, who?”

“Who can sound the call and sisters all come through?”

“Who, who? Delta Nu Nu Nu. Delta Nu Nu Nu. You are a Delta Nu. Delta Nu Nu Nu. Delta Nu Nu Nu. You are a Delta Nu.” As you both speak together you do the hand signals to the Delta Nu song and speed up as you get closer to the end of the song.

“Delta Nu’s former UCLA president Y/n Y/l/N. I knew I recognized your mugshot.”

“Shut up.”

“Oh yeah. Your DVDs got me in shape to be June in the girls of UCLA calendar.”

“That is so great. Thank God somebody on this legal team gets me.”

“Sisterhood’s forever.” You hold out your pinky and she takes it to do the Delta Nu shake. “I believe you Natasha and I will fight with everything I have to clear your name. But that involves an alibi.”

“I can’t tell it.”

“Everyone has their secrets. For years I denied my highlights.” You bend your head down and she looks to see said highlights.

“It’s beyond highlights, Y/n it’s a disgrace. My secret is nuclear and if it gets out, I could lose my fitness empire. Which means everything to me. If I tell you, will you Delta Nu sister swear not to tell anybody?”

“I will double Delta Nu sister swear.”

“Your hardcore. Okay here it is.” She hooks your elbows together. “On the day that my husband was killed I had…” She then says something so low that you can’t hear it.

“What? I can’t hear you.”

“Liposuction! Minimally invasive , outpatient lipo, but lipo!” You gasp and cover your mouth in shock. A guard comes over to get Natasha to take her back to her cell. “I had to do it serious cottage cheese was showing up on my ass.” The guard grabs onto her and starts to pull her away.

“Your secret’s safe with me.”

“My followers are depending on me, I cannot let them down. You have to take care of me Y/n, you swore.”

“Y/n there you are.” Bucky’s voice rings out and you turn to face him and everyone else.

“Where’s Natasha?” Pierce asks and you can’t help but wonder when he showed up.

“The guard just took her back.”

“Great.”

“But I got the alibi.”

“You’re kidding?” Pierce sounds shocked as if he expected you not to be able to do anything. “So what is it?”

“I’m afraid I can’t tell you.”

“Why not?”

“Because I double Delta Nu sister swore not to.”

“Y/n this is not some little sorority thing.” Peggy steps in front of you.

“Oh I know it’s a big sorority thing. But don’t worry Natasha really had nothing to do with this.” Everyone circles around you looking annoyed that you won’t tell the alibi. Except for Bucky who just looks confused. “Think about it, Natasha’s a fitness queen, exercise gives you endorphins, and endorphins make you happy. Happy people just don’t kill.”

“Bucky, a word.” They both step away from the group.

“Y/n, are you serious? If you don’t give up the alibi we will all lose this case.”

“Then I guess we aren’t very good lawyers.” Peggy then groans in annoyance at you and walks away.

“Would you stop being a Marilyn? Look Boobear, Y/n.” Steve takes the hands that were skimming down your arms off and clears his throat looking over at Peggy. “Look Pierce wants that alibi, give it to him and you can sail through law school knowing that there’s a big fat job offer waiting for you when you get out.”

“But I gave Natasha my word.” You’re getting real tired of being ganged up on.

“So what, who cares?”

“Who cares?!” You huff and turn to look at Bucky and catch the last part of their conversation.

“Bucky, let me be clear. This is your chance, and I gave you simple instructions. Lead this legal team and get me an alibi. You’re zero for two.” He begins to walk out of the room. “Everyone field trips over. Let’s go. Back to work.” Everyone passes him but he stands in the way of the two of you. “Except you two. I’d rather not see ratty corduroy or legally blonde again today.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes au #legally blonde au #legally blonde #steve rogers #wanda maximoff

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kaspbrak-tozier-reddie · 5 years

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You Engraved This? AU

Bear with me, I don’t usually do this sort of thing with ships. I do skip a bit 😂

Requests open

Trigger Warnings: swear, mentions of blood, death, homophobia.

Spoilers

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As Richie goes out in search for his token, he walked past the old arcade, that is now boarded up. “Oh no.” Richie muttered to himself. He knew what would happen as soon as he would enter the grime old place, he would relive the moment that deterred him away from arcades forever.

The door creaked open and sure enough he was suffocated by the dust and cobwebs that covered the interior.

His mind filled in the blanks.

A reasonably cute, dirty blonde haired boy was playing Street Fighter and Richie had basically asked him out in a friendly manner. Except the boy was a homophobe and took Richie’s kind gesture the wrong way. Not only that but he was cousin to Henry Bowers.

“It’s not real.” Adult Richie said to himself imagining far more than he bargained for. He saw the scene happen right in front of him as if he were in a 3D film. But Pennywise didn’t want to stop.

Richie grabs the gaming token and heads out to the giant statue. And there sat Pennywise on the shoulder of lumberjack statue. “I know your secret.” Pennywise tormented, just like he did 27 years ago.

Richie badly wanted to scream to the supernatural being (that was obviously not there) that he loved Eddie, no longer caring, but nothing came out. He knew that the town was just as homophobic as it was when he was a kid. He knew he would be shamed, even as an adult.

The fear came back, he wanted to leave but he couldn’t leave the Losers especially Eddie. So he went back to the inn with the intention with taking a roadtrip with his best friend and leaving the hell hole that Derry was.

****

The Losers Club enter the entry of the sewers. “Is that rope still safe?” Bev asked.

“Only one way to find out.” Mike said. Fear crept onto everyone but the adults pushed it aside. They needed to be brave so that their fear didn’t make them vulnerable to Pennywise.

Mike went down first with Richie heading down last. Richie looked directly atEddie as soon as his feet touched the ground. The hidden fear in Eddie’s eyes made his heart ache. He reached for Eddie’s hand but instantly chickened out.

Eddie was married, to a woman! Dammit Richard, get your shit together

But then he felt someone grab his hand, he looked down and sure enough it was Eddie’s. “I don’t remember there being this much water.” Ben said. Richie and Eddie pulled their hands away.

“It flooded years ago.” Mike replied. The 6 of them started swimming towards the pile of junk that sat in the middle of the sewer. They all had made it onto the wood pile except Bev. She disappeared from the surface and immediately the losers dived back in to sesrch for her. All but Eddie, that is.

He had a horrible feeling that one of them was gonna die. He wasn’t prepared for what was about to happen in that lair. “Right, down we go.” Mike said. One by one they went down.Eddie hesitated, he felt Richie grab his arm, stopping him.

“You’re braver than you think Eds.” Richie had said to the other man.

“He’s right Eddie. And this, this arrow. If you believe, you can kill any monster.” Beverly said handing him the arrow. Eddie nodded, he took a deep breath and followed to two into Pennywise’s home.

It was gloomy, slimy and claustrophobic. It was an unsettling place. It was like a visual representation of Pennywise’s personality.

Cold, grim and creepy.

Mike led them to where they were going to do the ritual. “Everyone got their tokens?” Mike asked, the rest of them nodded. One by one they threw their objects in.

Richie wanted to be beside Eddie. He saw the fear that Eddie trued to conceal. He wanted to comfort him. “Is that from the arcade?” Eddie asked Richie.

“Huh? Oh uh, yeah.” Richie replied tossing the small coin into the metal bin.

“It’s not going to burn!”

“It will when it meets your fucking inhaler!”

“It still won’t burn.”

“There are chemicals in that inhaler, Eduardo!”

“Guys, this is not the time to fight each other!” Bev yelled.

“Sh-sh-she’s right, guys.” Bill backed Bev up.

After they threw Stan’s token, the shower cap, the next step of the ritual began.

That’s when Mike screams for them to shut their eyes.

Fear crept onto the group of adults but Richie felt a deeper fear. He didn’t want to die without telling Eddie. Heaven forbid! If Eddie died, Richie didn’t want Eddie to leave him without him knowing how Richie truely felt.

That’s when a red balloon appeared in the centre of the circle. The Losers scrambled away from the growing balloon. Richie and Eddie immediately went for each other.

“Wanna tell them why the ritual didn’t work, Mike?” Pennywise chuckled.

Mike was quiet, he knew why but he couldn’t bring himself to see the disappointment on their faces.

“Wanna play truth or dare Richie?” Pennywise tried again. “Wanna tell them your dirty little secret?”

The cogs in Richie’s mind starred turning faster and faster until he couldn’t contain his anger he needed to do something but fear crept onto him.

He did the thing that they all agreed not to do.

He made himself vulnerable.

****

During the fight, Richie and Eddie found themselves running in a dark tunnel. The two men came to a halt as they found themseves in frint of 3 doors with words written in blood. “‘Scary’, ‘not scary’, ‘very scary’?” Richie read out loud. He gingerly walked towards the ‘Very Scary’ door. He gripped Eddie’s wrist a little tighter as they opened the door.

As the door creaked opened, the two were faced with a closet and half a torso. With a scream they slammed the door. “‘Not Scary’?” Eddie asked.

“Why not.” Richie replied. They ran to the final door.

They were met with a ginger fluff ball. “Awe.” The two exclaimed simultaneously. They started obsessing over the small fluffy animal, telling it how cute it was. In the process, completely ignoring the sound of IT’s extension that was coming towards them.

“Sit!” Richie commanded. The small Pomeranian sat. “Good boy.”

The scraping of the sharp extension drew closer but the men were still caught up in the dog.

But alas! It was too good too be true, the dog turned out to be a monster. Much to Richie’s disappointment.

They regained their breath from running and Richie announced, “when we get outta here, we’re adopting a dog!”

Richie miraculously finds the strength and picks up a reasonably large rock, thinking that he could distract Pennywise from his friends. “Yipee Kayay Motherfu-“ Richie screamed before he was caught in the deadlights.

****

It was white for a split second before Richie saw a vision. It was sort of clear, everything had fuzzy edges though.

He was in IT’s lair only brighter. He saw all his friends screaming at the creature, attempting to belittle the creature. But he couldn’t see Eddie or himself , he tried to move but he was stuck, he turned his head to the right and sure enough there was Eddie, bleeding from his abdomen and Richie holding the wound.

He wondered how Eddie ended up in that position. Sure enough, Pennywise took him 5 minites earlier.

He saw himself get saved by Eddie but what shocked him was that he watched himself kissing Eddie. But just as they come apart, Eddie is impaled.

Richie watched as Eddie’s blood was spurted onto his clothes and face (glasses included). He watched himsef cry out in agony.

If he ever made it out of the deadlights, his mission was to keep Eddie from the psychotic clown and tell him how he feels!

****

“Huh?” Richie regained consciousness, he saw his best friend and life long crush, hovering over him. “Oh my God! Eddie!” He hugged him but that was over within a second.

That’s when he remembered what he just saw in the desdlights. He pulled Eddie away, hiding in the cave they were just in. “I saved you!” Eddie screamed excitedly. Eddie’s excitement disappeared when he looked at Richie’s concerned face. “What did you see in the deadlights?”

“You getting impaled. Wasn’t going to let that happen.” Richie replied hesitantly. That’s when he saw the fear in Eddie’s eyes and he knew he’d start hyperventilating shortly. “Focus on me okay. Block out any fear.” Richie handed Eddie the spare inhaler that he took from Eddie’s bag before they left the inn.

****

“We should go before we’re arrested for destruction.” Bill said, everyone snapped their heads towards the previous ringleader. “What?”

“You didn’t stutter once.” Richie said.

“You said that the last time, before we defeated IT as kids.” Eddie pointed to Richie. They all laughed.

It was like 27 years earlier. Heading towards the Quarry to hang out. The nostalgia that they felt as they walked the route but something told them that they would not forget each other this time. They were no longer afraid of the things that Pennywise feasted upon. Their bond was even stronger than it was back when they were kids.

As the group was nearing the entrance to the Quarry. Richie said, “We’ll meet you at the Quarry. I’ve got to show Eds something.” He pulled Eddie a little further up the road towards the kissing bridge.

“Richard?” Eddie question Richie as he saw Richie finishing off a carving. There was half a faint ‘E’ written beside an obvious ‘R’. “When did you start this engraving?”

It would’ve been clear to anyone walking past that the ‘R’ and the ‘+’ looked as though they had been carved decades ago.

“When Bowers caught me checking out his cousin and called me a fag in front of the whole arcade. Oh and that was right before my encounter with Pennywise and his worse rendition of what Bowers said.” Richie replied. “I realised they were both right. I just didn’t want to believe I was gay, especially with being in a town like Derry.”

“I’m proud of you, opening up about your sexuality. But, um, you liked me when we were 13?!”

“Thanks and uh yeah I did, still do.” Richie gulped and muttered to himself, “In fact, I think it might be love now.”

“You hesitated before when I asked so I could only assume there’s more.” Eddie took a breath. “What else did you see in the deadlights?”

Richie sighed heavily and braced himself.

“I uh, I kissed you and Pennywise. He uh, he took the opportunity to kill you. Well actually, he made it a slow death.” Richie choked on his spit and tried to fight the tears. “I couldn’t let that happen. You’re my best friend, even if we didn’t remember each other for 27 years. You’re still my best friend Eds.”

“Let’s head back to the others.”

A cloud of disappointment hovered above Richie as they walked back towards the Quarry.

I knew I shouldn’t have told him. I’m an idiot! He’s married. Dammit Richie!!

He ducked under the fence and ran toward the cliff, jumping into the gross water below. Eddie followed after him.

He completely ignored Eddie, not wanting to wait for him before swimming over to the others sitting on the bank.

****

Eddie looked at the tall dark haired man. It was clear that Richie was upset, he was hunched over and didn’t care that his glasses were almost off his nose. He felt bad for dismissing Richie’s admission of love. He didn’t mean to, it was just too much.

But he started putting the pieces together, starting back from that Summer. Not only did Richie go to him when his parents were giving him a harsh time or when he couldn’t sleep. It was that particular day at the clubhouse.

The day when Eddie sat in the hammock with him because Richie refused to move. Richie clearly did that on purpose, not to mention his hand on his leg.

He thinked back to every single action of Richie’s but more importantly his own. Eddie knew he liked guys, that was no lie, but his mother made him marry Myra.

Eddie couldn’t pinpoint the day but he remembered when he bought Richie an icecream. He loved hugging and cuddling with Richie at 3am. He had always thought Richie was hot, even if he annoyed the shit outta him.

Eddie gasped loudly, catching the attention of every loser. Richie even looked up. “What?” Bev asked. Not wanting to face the others, Eddie looked down to avoid eye contact.

“I liked you too, Richie, I, uh, I still do.” Eddie said.

“Eds don’t – ” Richie began.

“Don’t call me Eds.” Eddie stated. “I didn’t want to admit it. But those cuddles we shared as kids, the egging you on was because I wanted your attention asshole!”

“The ‘I fucked your mom’ jokes were to get you attention!” Richie exclaimed.

“You’re both oblivious! We’ve known for years!” Bill yelled.

Ben and Beverly laughed and swam away, Mike and Bill then left, leaving Riche with Eddie. Eddie waded through the shallow water towards Richie.

“What will you do about Myra?” Richie asked.

“I’m divorcing her. I never loved her. Mom forced me to date her when I came out.” Eddie admitted. “Said, I was sick and that Myra would help.”

“I know I offered it to you once before we graduate high school and you said no but, come with me back to Cali.”

Eddie smiled and nodded, he kissed Richie. “I would love that, boyfriend. Oh and we can even adopt a pomeranian.” Richie laughed and kissed his boyfriend again.

“Boyfriend?” Richie giggled.

“We waited long enough, eh?” The two laughed.

#reddie #richie x eddie #eddie x richie #benverly #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #ben hanscom #beverly marsh #mike hanlon #bill denbrough #stanley uris #IT chapter 1 #IT chapter 2 #kaspbrak tozier reddie

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comphersjost · 5 years

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i don’t want this night to end (like you always did) ➸ auston matthews

idk this popped into my head and i couldn’t wait to write it aksksksks it’s kinda long pero i hope you guys enjoy it!

words: 3345

auston and you have been hooking up for two years every time you’re in toronto visiting your best friend, and he always wants you to stay until morning. so when you get a job in toronto, you want so badly to give it.

warnings: smut, lotta fluff at the end, mutual pining, kinda angsty sskks

PSA this is a song fic so listen to this song while you read this!

find my masterlist here

lowercase intended

girl, I know I don't know you

but your pretty little eyes so blue,

are pulling me in like the moon on your skin

it was your eyes that pulled him in. so bright and so blue that they looked fake. they were. fake, that is. you wanted to try out some colored contacts and the blue ones happened to be in that night. he thought your natural color was more beautiful though, even more enticing than the colored lenses you had been wearing.

you didn't know him well. you’d met auston 2 years ago when you were in town visiting a friend. he was charming and had a voice that could probably convince you to do anything he wanted. one thing led to another and you ended up at his place. and then you left. and when you came back to toronto it happened again. and again. and again. and again. and your visits just happened to line up with when auston wasn't on the road.

and then your friend talked you into applying for jobs in toronto. you got the one you were hoping for. but you didn't tell him. how were you supposed to say “hey auston, we’ve fucked every time i’ve come to toronto and now i conveniently got a job and i’m moving here now”? no. especially not when he asked you to stay, every time. stay the night he would say, like he always did. i can’t. you would say, like you always did. i have an early flight.

i'm so glad you trusted me to slide up on this dusty seat

and let your hair down, and get outta town

you didn't tell auston that this time you were staying for good this time, only sent him a text that said back in town for a little while :), like you always did, that was met with an immediate response. come over? was his response. and you said yes. like you always did. this time though, he met you at the door, wearing sweatpants and tugging on a blue hoodie with a maple leafs logo. you pretended not to notice it, like you always did. you also pretend not to notice the bruise on his bicep, probably from getting checked into the glass. he greeted you with a gentle kiss to your lips, hands cupping your face, one of rings on his car keys on his finger.

“c’mon,” was all he said, before taking your hand and leading you back down to his car, a pickup truck. he opened the door for you - ever a gentleman - and helped you up into the passenger’s seat.

“where we goin, aus?” you hummed when he climbed in next to you. he started the truck and pulled out of the driveway. he’s driving on a main road before he answers you.

“don’t know yet,” he looks over at you. the roads are empty - you came over late, like you always did. “don't have work for tomorrow so m’gonna drive around for a bit, see where the night takes us. that okay?” he leans over to take your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“yeah,” you say, “yeah that's definitely okay.”

got the stars comin' out,

over my hood

it’s nearly 11 now, and you know you won't be back at your new apartment - it feels strange to call it home so soon - till early tomorrow morning. auston keeps his fingers tangled with yours when he reaches over to turn on the radio, using his knuckle to push the buttons. he pulls your hand to his lips and presses a soft kiss to the back of your hand, letting your intertwined fingers fall in between the seats.

and all I know now

is it's going good

the silence is comfortable. good. everything was good with you. auston felt relaxed, at peace whenever you came over. even when he got the text that you're in town, it feels like a relief for him to know that you're close. he wishes you would stay with him, stay in toronto even, he'd like to take you out on a proper date. but you wouldn't, and he can't.

he knows he's taking a risk when he glances at you again and says, “i missed you.”

the corners of your mouth curl upwards. “missed you too, aus,” you murmur. this time you're the one to kiss his hand.

you got your hands up,

you're rocking in my truck

you got the radio on,

you're singing every song

a song comes on that you can’t ignore, and you start to sing along, leaning over to turn it up with your free hand. auston can't help the smile that overtakes his face as you belt out the lyrics to some random pop song that came on the radio. and then the next song. and the next.

i'm set on cruise control

i'm slowly losing hold of everything I got

fuck, you're beautiful, he thinks, but he doesn't say it. he keeps his mouth shut, like he always does. if he says things too serious or intense or too emotional that could blow his cover. it could expose him to you. and then you’d know that who he was. (you knew, but you never told him.) and you'd also know that may or may not have stalked your instagram, and almost hit follow one too many times. he refrained from following you, like he always did. (you’d gone private a few months ago, and he mourned the loss of seeing your face every time he missed you.) that given any chance, auston would ask you out, take you out on a date, and maybe ask you to be his girlfriend. it didn't help that you didn't even live in toronto, much less canada. and it definitely didn't help that you were friends - if he could even call your relationship a friendship - with benefits, but only when you were in town.

auston definitely didn't want you know that he wanted you to be around, to always be in town.

you're looking so damn hot

and I don't know what road we're on,

or where we've been from starin' at you

girl, all I know is I don't want this night to end

auston doesn't recognize the street you're on anymore, too busy sneaking glances at you singing along in the moonlight. he’s in trouble, and he knows it. you’re just so beautiful and he's so distracted and never wants you to leave. maybe this way he’ll be with you til morning. just once, he wants to wake up with you next to him.

gonna cuss the morning,

when it comes

'cause I know that the rising sun,

ain't no good for me

'cause you'll have to leave

auston hates mornings. he’s never been a morning person, but he's even less of one when you're around. you usually stay until he falls asleep, curled around you in his bed, and when he opens his eyes in the morning, you're gone and he's left feeling empty and longing.

gonna make the most of every mile

do anything to make your smile,

land on my lips

and get drunk on your kiss

aus parks the car at some viewpoint overlooking the city, he doesn't even know where he is anymore. if you're going to leave again, he's damn well going to make the most of it. get as much of you as you can before you're gone again. you turn to look at him, just as he leans in to kiss you. “missed you,” he mumbles again against your lips. “missed this.” the words register but you're too distracted by his mouth on yours to respond to him.

your lips fit and auston can't help but think that they're made for each other. that you're made for each other. he hates that he's falling so quickly and he barely knows you. but with his mouth on yours, he wants to know you. he wants to know your favorite food and if you hate mushrooms and your starbucks order and if you like pineapple on pizza or not. he wants to know it all.

his left hand comes up to cup your jaw, his right untangling from yours to rest on your thigh. he disconnects your lips a couple times to change the angle or let you catch your breath, but he's so addicted to you, he can't stay away. he deepens the kiss as his hands slides up your thigh, towards the apex of your thighs. you whine softly into his mouth. you want to say touch me, auston but he won't leave your lips long enough for you to get even a word in. your hands card through his hair, tugging at the roots. a groan escapes his throat when give an especially harsh tug.

it’s when you're tugging his shirt over his head that auston releases both of your seatbelts and pulls you into his lap. the moment your seat on top of him he lowers the back of the driver’s seat and pulls you back into him by the back of your neck. you’re clothes come off in a hurry - he needs you.

auston has always given you the option of being on top but you've never taken it. this time, though, it seems like you will. before you can lower yourself onto him, auston’s hands are on your hips, pulling your center towards his face. “aus-” he shushes you before you can say anything.

“wanna taste you,” comes his grunt, and you don't argue. before you can say anything else his mouth is on you. you almost scream at the feeling, his tongue sneaking out do lap at your slit.

“oh fuck auston,” you moan, tangling your fingers in his hair. “fuck don't stop, that feels so good.” auston hums as he seals his lips around you clit and it’s almost embarrassing how close that action brings you to the edge.

auston nips at your swollen bud, and this time you do scream. “fuck! auston!” he does it again and your gasping out, hips grinding into his face. he hums in approval at the action, his hands moving to your ass and guiding you to ride his mouth. what auston doesn't know is that he completely and totally owns you. you’d do anything he asked if he just used that voice, the one he used when you first met. deep and seductive and it made you weak in the knees. and when he was so so good at eating you out like this, treating you right, you almost want to tell him that you're staying, for good this time. and you almost want to ask if maybe he wants to go out for real.

you’re snapped out of your thoughts when auston slides his tongue into you, and you almost cry from how good it feels.

“aus, aus, feels so good, m’so close,” you almost beg.

auston pulls away for just a moment to say, “i got you baby, let go for me.”

it’s not even five seconds later that he pulls your clit into his mouth again and you're thrown over the edge, seeing white. the only things leaving your mouth were his name and broken moans. god, he treated you so so good every time. his tongue guides you through your orgasm, long, soft strokes against your clit until you came down again.

auston places you back in his lap, sitting up so that his chest was against yours. “think you got one more for me honey?” he murmurs against your neck, peppering soft kisses on your throat and shoulder. no visible hickies he remembers you told him. maybe he could leave just one this time. after all, he doesn't know when he’ll see you again and wants to give you something to remember him by. he sucks gently at the spot below your collarbone just at the top of your breast. it isn't a bold mark, just a faint bruise. he knows you feel it because he can hear you let out a sigh of contentment at the feeling.

“want you,” you mumble into his hair. “want you so bad, aus.”

“okay. okay,” he breathes, lifting his head to look you in the eye. “still on the pill?” you nod down at him, leaning down to give him a quick kiss. at least, you intended for it to be quick. he keeps you there, lifting your hips with one hand and lowering you onto his cock with the other. you break the kiss as he inches you down on him.

“fuuuuuuck,” comes your moan. he’s so big and thick and you feel so stretched out. “please, please, aus, fuck.” before you can start to move, auston does. he’s holding you in place with an arm around your waist while he fucks up into you. the moans leaving your mouth are heaven to him, the most beautiful sound he's ever heard. he thrusts even harder when he thinks she’s making those sounds because of me. you cry out at the sharp thrusts, gripping his forearm that’s wrapped around your waist for dear life.

“fuck me, auston, fuck i’m gonna come again, fuck, aus.” the moment the words leave your lips, auston is working even harder to push you over. you’re clenching around him, holding onto him as if it’s the last time (for all you know it very well may be). his other hand comes down to rub your clit with his thumb, and you feel tears well up in your eyes from the overstimulation. you cry out his name again as you come.

the way you clench around him is enough to send auston into his own orgasm. his voice is rough and deep as he says your name, groans muffled by his head buried in your neck. “Y/N, i'm coming, fuck.” you have to push auston’s hand away from your pussy when you both come down, the feeling too sensitive and too painful for you to bear.

auston slips out of you as gently as he can, relishing in the moan that you let out when he seats you back on his thighs.

the clock on the dash,

says 3:35

there's plenty of gas,

and the night's still alive

he glances at the clock, and - 3:35 am - fuck it’s late. aus peppers kisses along your neck and collar bone, humming into your skin. your hand comes up to brush the bruise he left, hissing quietly at the sting.

“aus,” you start.

“i know,” he mumbles, “m’sorry, couldn't help myself.”

you tilt his head up to kiss him. “it’s okay, i like it.” warmth floods auston at your words and he kisses you deeper.

“will you stay?” he says it so quietly you're not sure if you heard him correctly.

“i-” you pause. you live here now, permanently as far as you can see. and maybe this should be the last time you see him, and if you weren't going to see him again then fuck yes you were going to stay. “yeah,” you continue, “yeah, i’ll stay.” you can feel auston’s grin on your lips, and you're almost shocked at how happy you staying through the night would make him.

you got your hands up,

you're rocking in my truck

you got the radio on,

you're singing every song

i'm set on cruise control

i'm slowing losing hold of everything I got

auston lays back down, pulling you down with him to lay on his chest, and curls his arms around you. you start to get sleepy with how comfortable you are and how he’s stroking your hair like that. you wished you could tell him that you were staying for more than just tonight. but it was a bad idea, and you knew it. who were you to date a hockey player? someone who was recognized everywhere he goes in the country of canada, and in most places in the states.

no. no you can’t tell him.

you're looking so damn hot

and I don't know what road we're on,

or where we've been from starin' at you

girl, all I know is I don't want this night to end

as auston slips deeper into sleep he can’t help but think again that he wishes you lived here. that you’d stay longer than just tonight. maybe then you could be a part of his life. permanently.

it’s 2 weeks later that auston sees you again. at least - he thinks he does. he’s drunk out of his mind at some bar or club that he can't even remember the name of and even then he can’t get you out of his head. he sees a flash of your hair, and then a peal of laughter that sounds so much like you. the girl’s eyes widen when she faces him. he thinks that she probably recognizes him, everyone in this goddamn city does.

he stumbles away before he says something he regrets, like calling for you in the middle of a bar. he finally gets outside, gasping for air. your name is the only thing going through his mind. he imagines your face, and your smile, and the smell of your hair, and the way you held onto him when you came 2 weeks ago, in the driver’s seat of his truck overlooking the city.

auston shakes his head, he's had too much to drink and needs to go home.

it’s 3 months after the incident at the bar that he sees you again. this time he’s sober, and so are you. you’re coming out of a starbucks with your friend, facing towards her, when a giant body almost runs you over. you almost drop your drink, barely holding onto the freezing cup as some spills out of the lid that wasn't closed tightly enough.

“oh fuck, i’m so sorry,” a familiar voice says frantically. your blood runs cold. fuck. auston. “i’m really sorry, i didn’t mean t-” he stops, freezing when he looks at you. “Y/N?” his mouth is open in shock.

“auston, hi,” you stutter, “hi-i-uh-”

“why didn't you tell me that you're in town again?” he interrupts you. your friend turns to raise her eyebrows at you, as if to say auston matthews is the guy you’ve been hooking up with?! before touching your arm and walking away, leaving the two of you to talk.

“you didn't tell me you were here,” he repeats, his voice falling into the monotone one he uses in interviews. (yes, you watched some of his interviews.)

“i know,” you look up at him shyly, “well, the thing is, i’m actually, like, i’m in town, um, permanently now?” you blurted out. fuck. you should have lied and said you just landed. but now he knows, and there's no going back.

“what?” a hint of hurt slips through his voice. “permanently? you live here now? since when?”

you look away from him. “i- i was offered a job here almost four months ago and i accepted the offer.” you don't see his eyes darken.

“so the last time we were together?” you nod, refusing to look at him. he probably hates you now. and whatever this thing is that you had going on is over. but he reaches out and tilts your head towards him. “you should’ve told me, baby, i’ve wanted to ask you out for 2 years.”

“you what?” you couldn't believe what you were hearing, auston felt the same?

“you heard me, honey,” aus chuckles, he cups your face, his other hand pulling you in by the waist. he presses a sweet kiss to your lips as your free hand comes up to hold his jaw. once again, you can’t help but think that your lips fit. auston breaks away from you, resting his forehead against yours. “what do you say we give this a shot, hm? me ‘n you? for real this time?”

“yeah,” you smile up at him, “yeah, i’d really like that.”

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beastkachu · 5 years

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A Christmas Tale Starring: Nothing!

It was the holidays! Christmas was soon to come barreling right around the corner. As per tradition, a story was in order! Something to capture the true spirit of the season! Something deep, heartfelt; a tale to deliver warmth in the most frigid time of the year. The only problem: He had nothing!! Absolutely no idea where he was going to take the story! The countdown for the seasonal get-together ticked down faster and faster, as if to mock him. If Matt was going to put a meaningful bow on the festivities, he had to manage his way through the Christmas Crunch. But how?

How could he condense in words

The sheets of snows,

Snowmen in herds?

Every shining winter light,

Bringing cheer and warmth tonight?

Tinsel wrapping verdant trees

Packed presents by its feet?

Every smile glowing bright,

Fuller than the orbs hung tight;

Brilliant like the crowning star.

Can mere words take heart that far?

More than these, how much worth

Are words to tell a Savior’s birth?

Time is ticking,

Sinking quick…

Find the spirit

And hope they stick!

“Good morning, Kami-sama!” Junpei barged in, turning Matt’s mood even worse.

Matt groaned. “No time, Junpei! I need to get inspiration!”

“Stuck in the muck again?”

“Christmas is almost here! It’s a good thing I planned days ahead. Otherwise-“

“Otherwise this calendar would be super horrifying!” Junpei held up a calendar… 12/24 was circled in purple.

“IT’S CHRISTMAS EVE!”

“Did my purple-y hat not tip you off, Kami-sama? I love the holidays!”

“How did I let it get so bad?!”

“You’re lazy remember?”

“… … Get outta the way. I gotta find something to get the eggnog churning!”

Junpei followed Matt out of his room. “Where is it hiding?”

“In the living room!” The two set off at once.

How could he condense in words

The sheets of snows,

Snowmen in herds?

Every shining winter light,

Bringing cheer and warmth tonight?

Tinsel wrapping verdant trees

Packed presents by its feet?

Every smile glowing bright,

Fuller than the orbs hung tight;

Brilliant like the crowning star.

Can mere words take heart that far?

More than these, how much worth

Are words to tell a Savior’s birth?

Time is ticking,

Sinking quick…

Find the spirit

And hope they stick!

Down the stairs Matt flew, faster than he ever seen himself. There had to be inspiration around here somewhere! Duke heard his master and best friend walk into the living room and jumped up to meet him.

“Hey there, Dukey-duke!” Matt patted and scritched Duke, causing him to whine and rub against his legs. The fluffy long-haired german shepherd always had a thing for rubbing against Matt’s legs. It was like a cat, but heavier. The tail whips were unpleasant, but ignored. A large lion, inversely named Tiger, with a mane like burning rubies lay near the fireplace. With him, a small girl in a silver and white jacket, black pants, and thin brown boots nestled against Tiger’s mane. Duke hopped back into the living room, paws thumping around his best friend. With her was Finnick, a farofin. His black bandana that sported a cyan lightning bolt streaking diagonally right to left, ending at the front edge of the fabric, was replaced with a red and green one. He was taking a nap in the soft red hair, big ears twitching in his dream.

“Hey, Knife!” Matt greeted. Junpei waved his long purple Ugly Christmas sweater sleeve.

She lifted her head a bit and said, “Good morning!” Lion lifted his head for a quick pat and brush of his mane, purring lowly.

“Are you writing still?” Knife asked.

“Just figured I get some ideas before I go,” Matt answered. “Why do you ask?”

“Junpei said you’re probably not getting it done.”

Matt looked at Junpei. Junpei avoided his glance and studied the mid-size Christmas tree. It glistened with silver and red tinsel, ornaments, all topped with a gold and white Starby at the top. Lights of red, blue, green, and yellow blinked on and off in soft timing. Truly a beautiful sight, and a wonderful addition to the holiday celebration.

“You should write about the tree!” Knife suggested.

Matt chuckled. “A tree that dreamed to be well dressed?”

“Yeah!”

“That would be lovely. I just might.” Could he spare an entire story to a single tree? He wasn’t sure anybody would find it an interesting story. Plus, it confined him to nature imagery for the most part. Perhaps adding the smell of pine mixing with warm baked cookies would add more of a home element to it? No, the idea perished under further scrutiny. However, Matt had an idea. An awful idea. A wonderful, awful idea. Cookies were being made in the kitchen. Under the guise of needing a job in creativity, he could make off with a couple. Bidding Knife, Duke, and Tiger bye, he went off to execute his plan.

How could he condense in words

The sheets of snows,

Snowmen in herds?

Every shining winter light,

Bringing cheer and warmth tonight?

Tinsel wrapping verdant trees

Packed presents by its feet?

Every smile glowing bright,

Fuller than the orbs hung tight;

Brilliant like the crowning star.

Can mere words take heart that far?

More than these, how much worth

Are words to tell a Savior’s birth?

Time is ticking,

Sinking quick…

Find the spirit

And hope they stick!

Matt and Junpei found Efpy and Parfait au Lait at work making cookies, the perfect treat for the best holiday. Dumpling, a white and black cat, watched them, tail occasionally flitting behind her. Dumpling enjoyed the attention she was receiving from Sword, the black-haired older sister of Knife, found herself in a red sweater with black leggings and matching brown boots, like her younger sibling. Beastakyu, a taller, red and black farofin, was, of course, enlisted to help. Not being the best artist, he was happy to receive backup.

“Hey, guys!” Matt waved as he entered. “Woah, those look nice!” There were sugar cookies, freshly baked in rows of sheets. Efpy’s white hair bobbed as she sang a tune, helping the blonde purveyor of puddies decorate the shapes. Trees were crafted from red and green frosting while blue and white were used for snowy backgrounds. Parfait even made Farofin shaped cookies and colored them in with yellow and dark purple for black. If there was one thing she was good at, it was making the best snacks. Anything Matt tried either burned or is mutated into a torturous life.

“Merry Christmas, Matt!” Efpy said over her shoulder.

“Merred Crambles, Dumpling!” Junpei said to his long-time pet. She answered with a meow.

“We should be almost done,” Parfait added. “Then Poker Face can have one!”

“Why, where is he?”

“Out of the kitchen,” Sword answered. “That’s why I’m here.”

“Oh, guard duty, huh?” Matt asked, amused.

“Protection is why I was created. No one gets past.”

“Not even me?”

“Sorry, Matt,” Efpy said. “Everyone should try it together. It’d welcome in the festivities, don’t you think?”

“Couldn’t argue with that,” Beasty said, scarlet eyes studying his next delicious canvas. “I tried.”

“True, true.”

“That goes double for you, Junpei,” Sword said. Junpei gave her a look, without opening his eyes, as if he was wrongfully accused. Both shot down immediately. Matt couldn’t risk a sneak move with Sword there. He didn’t want to disappoint her. He regretted having set his mind to it. He’d have to wait, which isn’t the best advice to receive when he so desperately needed an idea. Any idea to make his story. If he kept going at this rate, he would have absolutely nothing. As he exited with Junpei, a familiar masked figure made is existence known… kind of. Poker Face peeked around the corner, wearing a “Jingle Balls” jacket, the only festive thing he probably had.

“Did you score any cookies?” PF whispered.

“No,” Matt answered. “Why?”

“C’mon man, I need it. It’s the only thing that raccoon hasn’t taken from me, with its tiny sock hat…”

“I can’t help you, man.”

“Dude please, I’ll suck your bah humbugs!”

Junpei flapped his sleeves. “No, PF! This is a Christian server holiday!”

“As if he isn’t a fan of yellow snow.”

“Ok, you’re wrong, goodbye.” Matt couldn’t think inside the house. It was cold, but if the answer would come after a walk in the snow, so be it. The more he wasted time with PF, the less work he would get done. Inspiration had to be somewhere. He needed it now.

How could he condense in words

The sheets of snows,

Snowmen in herds?

Every shining winter light,

Bringing cheer and warmth tonight?

Tinsel wrapping verdant trees

Packed presents by its feet?

Every smile glowing bright,

Fuller than the orbs hung tight;

Brilliant like the crowning star.

Can mere words take heart that far?

More than these, how much worth

Are words to tell a Savior’s birth?

Time is ticking,

Sinking quick…

Find the spirit

And hope they stick!

“Where are you going, Kami-sama?” Junpei asked, concerned.

“Out in the cold. It’s stuffy in here, and I need a change of pace.”

“But you have a love-hate relationship with the outdoors!”

“Better than staying in here and waiting for the inevitable.” Clad in a heavy red jacket, Matt set off alone into the snow. Every foot crunch was supposed to be a step in the right direction. Every falling flake brushes another coat of vibrant paint into the puzzle words made. Right now, he wasn’t feeling anything. The brisk beats of frosty wind, but nothing else. Matt took his phone from his pocket and held the home button.

“Hey, F.A.T.E.,” Matt began, summoning a teal-haired young woman that served as A.I. “How cold is it out here?” She was dressed in a Santa outfit that matched the color of her hair, head sock and all, trimmed with white fluff, ready to rock the holidays.

“Calculating…” F.A.T.E. answered. “It is testicle-freezing cold out here, man.”

“Ah.” Was Matt’s response. He didn’t realize until it, but it was, in fact, that cold. His mind screamed for him to stop his current action and focus elsewhere. Preferably somewhere warm. He took a look back at the Winter Hideout, as he liked to call it. It was a house, wide with two stories. Light hugged the roof, edged around the corners and down by the window frames. Snow-Poker-Faces were out in the front. One of them was smoking, because the heat would destroy it, and PF had a weird sense of dark humor. Matt could see curling ropes of smoke exit the chimney. Red, blue, green, yellow, orange, back to red. His eyes were lost in the beautiful sequence of lights. It made him forget about his outside warmth and focus within. Surrounded by all of this supposed Christmas, and none of it jogged any idea forward. There was nothing to write about that didn’t seem cliché, plowed down by prose, or just plain flat on its own. What could he do? Time counted down no matter what he did. Maybe, came a small voice from inside his mind, maybe it doesn’t have to be grandiose or filled with countless pages. Perhaps what was missing all along was the beauty, the liberty of simplicity. All these things, the fire, the cookies, the lights, the companionship and family, all these things are fantastic and deserving to be there, but without Hope, the greatest Hope, born in a manger on that day we know as Christmas, well, there’d be no reason to hope in anything else on that list. He got it. Matt got it at last. As for as he was concerned,

He knew how to condense in words

The sheets of snows,

Snowmen in herds and

Every shining winter light

Bringing cheer and warmth tonight.

Yes, tinsel coiled verdant trees

Presents packed along its feet.

Family smiles glow so bright,

Fuller than the orbs hung tight.

Brilliant like the crowning star.

Agreed, words reach far in heart.

But more than these, share the hope

In words that tell a Savior’s birth.

Time does tick, and

Might sink quickly…

This is the Spirit:

Love wasn’t finicky.

Wait. He had to write that down! Before it melted away and was gone forever! Matt bolted back to the house and threw off his jacket, draping Junpei in it. He gave PF’s position with noise as he fled the kitchen and startled Duke by rounding up the stairs with booming footfalls. He fell into his chair with a creak. Thank God the story he was about to write was still freshly loaded into his mind! Now all of his searching, whining, complaining, and finally, his epiphany, would all serve to create a finished product! He couldn’t wait to share this with his family and friends beyond the Spire! Matt threw open the Documents page and…

“This computer has updates that require-“

Matt opened his bedroom window and tossed the laptop into the powdery cold below.

#Merry Christmas #christmas #writing #short story #holiday #winter

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sonderlivra · 6 years

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Resolution - An SnK AU Fanfic

Pairing: Eren x Mikasa

Genre: Fluff

Prompt: New Year’s Resolutions (it’s that time of the year, after all!)

Summary: Eren gets drunk and messes up. His New Year’s resolution hangs in the balance.

Warnings: Some swearing ahead, of course.

In hindsight, Eren realises that he should’ve listened to his friends. It’s annoying how often they are right, but goddammit, do they have to be right all the time?

By 11 pm he is already comfortably buzzed, the evening taking on a warm glow, and he is filled with a burst of camaraderie.

A hand latches on to his wrist. “Eren,” Mikasa says tiredly. “Where are you going?”

“I just want to talk to him.” He doesn’t notice that he is practically whining.

“What do you want to tell him?”

“Come on, it’ll be fine. He’s been doing well in training these days and I just want to congratulate him.”

Mikasa and Armin exchange glances.

“No,” Armin says decisively and drags him to another section of the party. “And maybe tone down the drinking.”

Of course, Eren, being the piece of shit he is, manages to evade his friends’ clutches. Before they could even start finding him in the mass of people, he and Jean are at it again, their angry screeches and loud punches punctuating the thumping music.

Some people he doesn’t know drag him away from the horse-faced bastard, and he follows a giggling Connie sullenly to the drinks. There he manages to drown his annoyance in some more alcohol, his awareness becoming more and more hazy, until suddenly, he is in the middle of a crowd screaming in unison.

“Five! Four!”

He glances around himself, thoroughly disoriented because he is surrounded by strangers and has no fucking idea how he got here.

“Three! Two!”

A blond girl next to him catches his roving eye and smirks.

“One! Happy New Year!”

Pandemonium. People are screaming themselves hoarse, drinks are flying from their plastic cups, and suddenly, he is kissing the blond girl. The feeling is far from unpleasant, yet feels oddly wrong. He understands why when he leans back for air, looks up, and catches sight of a frozen grey gaze on him.

Fuck.

She turns away and disappears into the crowd behind her, and Eren tries to follow, but suddenly finds himself being held back.

The girl still has her arm hooked around his waist. “Leaving already?” She asks him, biting her lip in an admittedly seductive manner.

Eren takes a deep breath and gently unwraps her arm from around him. Holding her hand, he says fervently, “Look. You’re very hot, okay. Like, insanely hot. So seriously, it shouldn’t be a problem for you to find someone else.” He blinks. “Okay bye.”

She still grips his hand as he is leaving. She looks a little miffed. “And why should I find someone else? Why not you?”

He shrugs. “I’m in love with someone hotter.”

Her mouth opens in a silent, angry gasp. Eren shrugs again, rips his hand from hers, and rushes away.

He searches for what seems like hours, rapidly sobering down as more and more people turn out to be not her. He wonders if she has left the party and decides that he’ll go to her room and break her door down if he has to. He must talk to her. He has to explain.

A large digital display tells him it’s only one thirty in the morning and he is just about ready to leave himself, when he catches sight of a familiar blond head. Almost exclaiming out loud with relief, he hurries forward.

“Armin!”

“Eren? Holy shit, where have you been? Mikasa and I have been looking for so long-”

“Where is she?” He interrupts him.

“Huh?”

“Where’s Mikasa, Armin?”

Armin shrugs, and Eren realises his best friend is not sober either. “Um,” Armin says, trying to focus his glazed eyes. “She was right next to me…”

Eren slumps on a chair next to him. “Fuck. Oh god Armin, I’ve fucked up.”

Armin frowns. “I heard about your fight with Jean.”

Huh? “What? No. That’s not what I’m talking about.”

Armin’s eyes narrow. “What did you do, Eren?”

Eren runs an agitated hand through his hair. “I -fuck, Armin, I was drunk, okay, like really blown outta my mind. And I had no idea -I wasn't… it meant nothing…”

Armin’s voice is more dangerous. “What did you do, Eren?”

“You guys!” Sasha’s screech makes them both wince. “Come on, we’re all gathering at the pool.”

Eren doesn’t want to go anywhere and Armin asks for him, “Who is?”

“The 104th, who else? Come on, ohmigod just come.”

Eren’s ears perk up.”Wait, everyone?”

Sasha has hooked her arm around each of the boys’ elbows. “Yes, yes, everyone.”

Eren nudges Armin and they let themselves be steered outside, where about a dozen people wait next to the pool. He quickly runs his eyes over them… but she isn’t there.

Fuck.

Jean pointedly moves to the other side of the crowd, nursing a drink next to his jaw. Eren pointedly ignores him.

“What up y'all, first New Years together!!” Connie hollers excitedly, passing around drinks to everyone.

“We’ve known each other three years, ya bald fuck,” Ymir drawls, snuggling more cozily into Historia’s hug.

Connie flips her off casually. “I meant, this is the first time we’re all celebrating New Year’s Eve together, okay?”

“And hopefully our last!” Ymir cackles. “I for one will be glad to see the back of your head,” she gestures wildly at Reiner.

Reiner glares at her and Jean adds, “Yeah, glad we’ll be seeing the last of some people.” Eren puts his drink down and flips him off with both his hands.

Historia pushes Ymir away, clearly upset. “Guys, come on,” her childish voice somehow carries over the babble. “Tonight is supposed to be fun.”

Sasha joins in. “Yeah, come on, you guys. We’re a team.”

Marco, ever the peacemaker, says brightly, “A toast! All of us together!”

No one disagrees. Ymir already looks horrified at making Historia sad, and Jean is, as usual, instantly mollified by Marco’s voice. Eren, however, wants to protest. Everyone is not together, someone is clearly missing and he is seriously pissed that they haven’t even noticed, when Armin gasps, “There she is!”

Eren follows his gaze and he sees her, standing quietly between Bertholdt and Annie with a drink of her own. She looks as stoic as ever, but does not look at him, not once. That in itself is bad enough and makes his insides turn cold.

So he doesn’t shout and cheer with the others as they close in to clink glasses and bottles and cans together. He tries to reach her glass, but she moves away, toasting her drink with Sasha instead, even braving a hug from the girl. Clearly, she is avoiding him.

“Okay, okay,” Reiner exclaims as they all swig their drinks. “Resolutions for this year.” He points at Sasha. “Go.”

“Ooh, I want to try and get into that pastry cooking course. It’s sooo prestigious,” Sasha sighs dreamily. “If I get that diploma I could be sous-chef in a four-star by the end of the year!”

Several people wish her luck and she hugs them all. Then it’s Connie’s turn and Eren barely listens to his resolution. His eyes are on her once more, and she is still looking steadily elsewhere. He is itching to go up to her and talk, but he knows everyone would make a fuss. And eavesdrop, which is honestly worse.

Ymir says something about ‘managing to just graduate, fuck’, when she slips off the chair she was sitting on and walks away. Only Annie and Bertholdt notice, but they both say nothing. Eren looks around, sees everyone laughing and teasing Ymir, and tries to leave as adroitly as he can muster. Before he leaves though, he whispers in Armin’s ear, “Cover for me.”

Armin directs an inquiring glance at him, but seems to understand when he sees Mikasa in the distance. He nods, and Eren turns away, all focus directed on the girl in the distance. Her usual red scarf is easy to keep track of, and before long, he catches up to her.

“Hey.”

She doesn’t stop.

“Hey, Mikasa!”

She stops and he comes to stand next to her. Words fail him suddenly as he looks at her calm expression, her grey eyes still refusing to meet his.

“What is it, Eren?”

He runs a hand through his hair, still struggling for words. “You’re, um, leaving already?”

“I’m tired,” she says simply.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Or -or Armin? We’ll walk you home.”

She shrugs delicately. “You looked like you were having fun.”

Ouch. “Well, it’s not. Not without you around.”

She doesn’t say anything.

“Don’t you… don’t you want to tell us your resolution?” He asks her desperately.

“I don’t have any.”

“Oh. O-okay.” He still searching wildly for something to say. Goddammit, why is it so hard to talk to her all of a sudden?

“Do you -d’you wanna know mine?”

Mikasa looks at him, finally, finally looks at him. “What is it?”

And he is suddenly lost in her eyes. They are so deep and clear, and she is just so beautiful. He has known for months how deeply she affects him and now all he can do is stare at her. She is perfect.

Her eyebrows slant slightly. “Eren?”

“Huh?”

“Your resolution. Do you want to tell me or not.”

He blinks rapidly. His every thought process is smothered by her presence, and if he was having trouble speaking before, it is nothing compared to now. He is absolutely, completely struck dumb.

Her frown deepens. “Eren-”

He gives up on trying to say anything, and instead, does the one thing he has been meaning to do for a long time: he kisses her, straight on her mouth, cutting off her words. He is almost melting at the feel of her soft lips on his, but he doesn’t linger. A firm, fervent press of his mouth on hers and then he breaks away.

“That.” He wheezes. “That was my resolution. To tell you how I feel, and I didn’t really know what to say, and, um, sorry I forced myself on you. I didn’t mean to -I mean, I meant it, like fuck, Mikasa, I’ve wanted to do it for so long, but I-”

His rambling is cut short when she places a finger on his lips. Her cheeks are flushed but her expression is frighteningly the same.

“What about that girl?” She asks him quietly.

“I -I don’t even know who she was and it was midnight and I was drunk and I know it’s not an excuse and I’m sorry, but I really wanted that moment with you instead, honest. I really, really did, but I fucking fucked up, like I always do-”

This time she cuts him off before he is even aware of it. Her face is suddenly so close he can count her eyelashes, and then, holy fuck, she is kissing him.

And this time, he does melt, right into her strong arms, even as she does into his tight embrace. This time, they kiss slowly and deeply, lips moulding against the other, tongues twisting together, the whole world around blurring into nothingness.

When she pulls away, she stays close to him, her forehead pressed on his. “It’s still midnight somewhere, right?” She asks him softly and he opens his eyes to look at her. Her cheeks are properly red now, her lips all wet and bruised, her eyes glimmering with humour. Fuck, she is stunning.

“Mm-hmm,” he manages to agree. He realises that he will have to start getting used to being stunned speechless by her. The thought makes him giddily exhilarated.

“Well, then.” She grins and her dimples pretty much take his breath away. “Happy New Year,” she whispers and kisses him again.

#really really wanted to write some fluff for the otp #especially after that amazing chapter #how did this even get this long lol #snk #snk fanfiction #eremika #aot #aot fanfiction #attack on titan #eren x mikasa #mikasa x eren #mikeren #eren jeager #mikasa ackerman #shingeki no kyojin #delivras

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hoyoungy · 7 years

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Struck - Suga/Yoongi (IV)

genre: fluff, angst, soulmate au summary: you’re never going to change word count: 2122 a/n: i hope you are all enjoying this series so far! i know i am! female pronouns, explicit language, and mentions of alcohol ahead! also, surprise guest ;) as seen on my ao3

part iii, v

When your Mom told you about the day she first met your Dad, you were seven years old. You saw a twinkle in her eye as she told the story that only appeared when she talked about your Dad. They met in the middle of a busy street. Your Mom dropped all of her books and papers for school in the snow and someone came to her rescue. When she looked up to thank the person, she saw your Dad smiling down at her.

When you were twelve years old, your Mom said your Dad was going to move away because of a new job. So you stayed with her, but you saw your Dad every other weekend.

When you were nineteen years old, your Dad told you that there were some things that even sould-binding can’t force him to be what your Mom needed.

When you were nineteen years old, you looked your Mom in the eye with tears pooling in your own and she gave you a tight hug, all the while still smiling.

When you were nineteen years old, you lost the will to find your soulmate. You didn’t believe any soul-bounded relationship was genuine. If your parents’ was fake, then all of it must be fake.

And then you met Yoongi.

Oh, how lucky of you to be paired up with someone like Yoongi. It was written in the stars.

‘Are you afraid of falling in love with someone like me?’ The question rang in your head too often for your own good. Truth be told, you are afraid. Afraid you’d love him, give him your world, all to have it thrown away when he gets bored with you. Would he get bored of you? Or was it a hereditary thing, that maybe you’d get bored of him instead? You are your father’s daughter.

A lot can happen between you and him. Everything from this point on was written in the stars, too.

It was seven in the morning when your alarm woke you up. After a long, eventful, paid week off work, it was time to get back to realty and back to work at the coffee shop.

“Good morning, sleepy head,” your boss said as you trudged through the door. “Hungover?”

“I wish,” you muttered.

“What’s on your mind so early this morning?”

“I met my soulmate.”

Her eyes widened as she shot you an amused, but confused, look. Other than your mom and a few friends, your boss was the only other person who knew about your opinion on soul-binding. “Wow, well… That’s something, huh?”

“Yeah,” you sighed, throwing in shot after shot of espresso in your latte.

“What’s he like?”

“He’s an idiot.”

“Aren’t they all?” she smiles. The door chimed as the first customer walked in. “I got ‘em. Good morning, sir! Can I get you anything?”

“You can’t, but _____ can.”

You swung your head quickly, about to scold the customer for being inappropriate, but you were face to face with a very tired, very annoyed soulmate instead. You were so tired that you didn’t even notice the tug on your wrist.

“What are you doing here?” you groan, thinking about how it was way too early to be interacting with anyone right now.

“Did you know the compasses flash when your soulmate wakes up?” he scoffs, as if blaming you for waking him up. “Guess it’s one of those after-contact perks. The past few days I was able to ignore it, but today took the cake. So I thought I’d come in and ruin your morning,” he smirked.

“I guess I can’t run from you anymore.”

“Nope. I’m getting really good at tracking you down.”

“Lucky me,” you said. “Can I actually get you anything, or…”

“Your strongest drink.”

You made him the same drink you made yourself, since it was the only thing that could wake you up these days. You saw him reach into his pocket for his wallet.

“O-Oh, no, it’s fine.”

“What, no.”

“Soulmates discount,” you joked. “Please, just take it.”

“You didn’t poison it, did you?”

“Don’t be silly, that’d be too easy.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes as he too a gulp of his drink. He cringed at how strong the espresso taste was. A thick line of whipped cream was left on his upper lip. You began to giggle, and Yoongi raised a brow suspiciously. You’ve never laughed in front of him yet.

“What…?” he asked.

“You’ve got a little…” Still smiling, you pointed to your lips.

Frantically, he wiped away the whipped cream and he couldn’t help but smile a little, too. You were much prettier when you were smiling because of him instead of scolding him.

“I’ll get outta your way for now,” Yoongi sighed dramatically, walking towards the door.

“Wow, already?”

“You’re no fun to bother when you’re tired.” He turned to look at you before he exited. “Your hair looks nice like that, by the way.” And he winked.

You were left speechless in the end, mouth agape and your mind a bit scrambled. He just complimented you. What was wrong with him today?

You turned to your boss, who was holding in her squeals of excitement.

“He’s so cute!” she gushes. “Quite the character.”

“I guess!? Do you see what I mean, though!?”

“You can definitely tell you’re each other’s soulmate.”

“Really? How?”

“By the way that you two talk to each other. It’s so… natural,” she grins. “Oh, how it must feel to be young again.”

You shook away the thought of being so civil with Yoongi. Although your boss wasn’t wrong - talking to Yoongi the night that you met just came so naturally to you, even if you were just scolding him for walking into the street.

Maybe it was just one of those after-contact perks.

When Yoongi got back home from visiting you, he prayed that none of the guys were up yet, and thankfully, they were knocked out cold. He couldn’t take anymore teasing from them.

Yoongi was priviledged enough to be the first one out of all of the guys to find his soulmate first. They always told each other to run away from the pull until they all thought their time of fooling around was over.

Truth be told, the party life was starting to get really old. It was so tiring! And expensive! Buying so many drinks for not only himself, but for girls throughout the week was just too much. All he wanted to do now was sleep.

But that didn’t mean Yoongi was ready to settle down completely… He was still young! Thankfully, you didn’t see like the type that wanted to settle down, too.

… But why didn’t you want to?

Isn’t that what all girls wanted? To find their one and only? Any girl would be lucky to have him as a soulmate! All the girls that he brings home tell him that all the time! He’s handsome, smart, manly… But you - you always looked at him like you didn’t want anything to do with him.

Was he that horrible to you?

“Are coming with us, or what?” Namjoon asked, kicking Yoongi lightly to pull him from his thoughts.

“Huh?”

“Are you going out tonight or do you have plans with your soulmate ~?”

Yoongi rolled his eyes. “Shut up, I’m coming.”

“All right, we’ll be outside.”

Yoongi lazily changed into another nightlife outfit where the buttons on his shirt stopped low enough to see his chest. He looked at himself in the mirror. He just looked so… tired.

“Fuck it,” he mumbled to himself, pulling out his phone. “Hey, are you busy tonight?”

You locked the doors to the coffee shop and bid your boss a farewell. The day was so busy that you only had time to eat a small snack on your lunch break and you could feel the toll it took on your body. Your body was also warm from steaming up so much milk that you didn’t bother throwing on your jacket.

The night was still young, but the skies said otherwise. It was only five and the sun had already set. The glow of the street lights guided your way home, but the glow of your compass was even brighter.

The crunch of footsteps atop of snow stopped behind you. You groaned loudly. What could he possibly want now?

“Are you stalking me now -” You stopped midsentence when you saw who was behind you. “Jackson!”

Your longest friend grinned behind you. “Long time no see.”

“What are you doing here?” you asked, your smile not faltering one bit.

“I was going to come and visit you, but I guess I’m too late. Too busy to hang out with an old friend?”

“No, not at all, I’m starving actually. Come on, let’s go, you gotta tell me all about you and the misses!”

You and Jackson spent a good six hours at the restaurant talking and catching up with each other like old times. He was one of the few other people that knew about your lack of interest in soul-searching, so you wondered how he was going to react when you tell him that you found him.

“You WHAT!?” he exclaimed, making a few heads turn.

“SHHH,” you giggled. You and Jackson had a few drinks with your dinner…

“Sorry! You what, you found him?”

“I did,” you groan, gulping more of your drink. “I hate my life.”

“So did he fall madly in love with you at first sight?”

“Not everyone’s like you, Jackson, chill out. Besides, I don’t think he’s interested in this stuff, either. In fact, he might even be less interested than me, can you believe that?”

“No,” he snorted. “Unless his past is more broken than yours.”

“Rude…”

“I’m sorry, but you know how I am with my soulmate. Ever since I met them, I can’t imagine my life without them,” he gushed.

“Yeah, how dare you dump me for your soulmate. I’m still very much upset about that, by the way.”

“Don’t say that, your soulmate’s going to kill me!”

You and Jackson left the restaurant a little later than you expected. Since Jackson still had a long ride home, he stopped drinking, but that didn’t stop you from drinking any more. You stumbled in the snow next to Jackson as he walked you home.

“My life is over!” you screamed into the sky.

“No, it’s not.”

“Yes, it is! I’m gonna have to bother with this for the rest of my life!” You looked at your wrist and squinted at the brightness of the glow. “Gah, see!? He’s also nearby! I’ll never get any alone time anymore - whoa!”

Jackson caught you before you could face plant into the snow. He wrapped he strong arms around your shoulder and tisked loudly.

“If anything, your tolerance has gone down since the last time I saw you. How disappointing.”

“Jackson… Why couldn’t you have been my soulmate huh? Life would have been so much easier.”

“_____.”

“You would’ve been the only exception.”

“Hey, _____ -”

“What!? Let me be sentimental to my best friend!”

“Is that him?”

“Hm?” You looked up in front of you to see two blurry figures. When your eyes focused, you saw Yoongi.

His wrist was glowing. The same arm was wrapped around another girl’s slim waist.

She was very pretty.

You tried to focus on Yoongi’s face. You saw that his hair was messy and he had lipstick on his neck. You were so focused on that that you missed his furrowed brows and clenching jaw as he bore holes between you and Jackson, as if trying to severe Jackson’s arm off of you.

The girl in his arms flashed looks between your wrist and his, finally clicking together the pieces. She didn’t seem to care that you were each other’s soulmates by the way she clung her body closer to Yoongi’s. He didn’t seem to care, either. He pulled her in closer.

Yoongi didn’t say anything as he kept his eyes on you.

Say something. Tell him to get his arm off of her. Tell her that he was yours.

“I wanna go home,” you said, walking straight past Yoongi.

Jackson didn’t bother looking at him as he jogged to keep up with you. Yoongi didn’t want to look back, knowing that someone that wasn’t him already had their arms wrapped around you.

“Let’s go,” you heard the other girl say.

That night, you buried your face deep into your pillow, crying your eyes out. You blamed it on the alcohol.

But that night you also realized two things.

1) Yoongi was never going to change.

2) You weren’t going to, either.

#yoongi #min yoongi #bts #bts yoongi #bts suga #suga #bts scenarios #bts imagines #kpop #k-pop #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #k-pop scenarios #k-pop imagines #soulmate #soulmate au

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somegoodsheith · 7 years

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Out of Breath (sheith fic)

Summary: AU. Keith and his friends go to the beach, despite Keith’s rather sour mood. However, he finds his mood turning to a sweeter direction, when he sets his eyes upon a very handsome lifeguard.

Ship: Shiro/Keith

Rating: M for swearing, just to be safe.

So here it is! The very first fic I’m publishing in my life as a never-publishing kind of writer (it’s still nerve-wrecking... :o ).

I hope you guys’d like it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Likes and comments would be appreciated (pretty please)~ ♥ :>

The second I answer my phone, I regret it.

It’s Sunday morning. I should have kept on sleeping. I should have ignored my phone completely or just hung up on whoever that is.

But no. I had to answer it.

And you know what’s even more irritating? Having Lance’s voice screaming into my ear at fucking nine on a fucking Sunday morning.

“Keith! Get up! We’re already outside in the car!” Lance’s voice is practically screeching through the phone. “Did you get your bag ready?! We gotta go! There’s a long ride before us.”

I curse under my breath. “Fine! Fine. I’m up. I’ll be there in five minutes.”

“You better be!” With that, Lance hangs up.

I groan loudly and finally get up to quickly brush my teeth and take the only few things I need in a simple bag.

A towel. Sunscreen. A bottle of water. First aid kit. My wallet. A book.

My phone - I put in the swimming trunks’ pocket. The headphones go around my neck, like I always put them.

I put my sunglasses on and lock my apartment behind me. Why the hell is it so bright today?

“Look who decided to finally show up!” Lance shouts at me once again after he rolls the window down. “Good morning, sleepy-face. Or should I say - sleepy hair. You look like a hurricane got you out of bed, man.”

“Seriously? Sleepy hair? That's the best you can do?”

“Shut up. Get in the car, bro, we wanna go.”

Hunk is sitting beside him, in the driver’s seat, waving at me with a friendly apologetic smile.

I hate them both at the moment.

I put my bag in the trunk and get in the backseat. The only good thing about this trip is that I have this entire space just for myself.

“Remind me again why I agreed to go with you to the fucking beach,” I huff. I make sure they both hear how annoyed I am.

“Because we’re your awesome friends who take you out to have fun instead of letting you stay in bed all day like a sociopath?” Lance smiles at me through the front mirror. “Besides, it's summer break now! And we all passed our tests! What better way there is to celebrate it than going to the beach, getting some tan done and getting all the hot babes?”

“I don’t get tanned. I get burnt,” I groan again. I completely ignore the “babes” part.

“Well, too bad, because I do get tanned!” Lance says cheekily. “It’s gonna be perfect for my skin.”

“Well, I don’t give a shit.”

“Okay, okay, guys,” Hunk chuckles nervously. “Can we go now? Keith, put your seatbelt please.”

I roll my eyes and buckle up.

With that, and another excited, annoying yelp from Lance, we start the ride. Lance makes sure to connect his phone to the car with the AUX cable, and put his music in full volume.

After a short while of driving, I pull the seat belt away and lie down in the backseat, with my feet against the window and my head on one of Hunk’s bags. I put my headphones on and put my own music loud enough to overcome any other noise, and close my eyes.

Now I can catch up with the sleep they made me miss.

I wake up to the feeling of my legs drop on the seat.

“Keith. Keith, wake up. We’re here.”

I realize that voice is much softer - it must be Hunk. He stands right in front of my feet, after pulling the door open, with the sun on his back and a smile on his face. I pout nonetheless.

After stretching myself and yawning, I put my flip-flops back on my feet and pull myself up. Good thing I still have my sunglasses on, since Hunk decided to move just a moment ago and reveal the huge beam of sunlight right into my eyes.

I lazily get out of the car and stretch again. Hunk and Lance already take their bags out of the truck, and I wait for them to finish - Hunk brought way too much stuff - until I can finally take mine. I can see Lance in the corner of my eye and I only now notice his weird star shaped sunglasses and his Hawaiian flower necklace and I have a feeling he's up to something. It’s just turned eleven in the morning, and it’s a hot, hot summer day. If I was in a better mood, I might’ve enjoyed it. I’m not, so I pout even more.

“Oh, come on, Keith! Stop being such a pain in the butt. Live a little!” Lance puts his arm around my shoulders and I fight myself not to kick his stomach. “You’re already here. You might as well enjoy yourself.” I roll my eyes again and get his arm off of me.

“We'll see about that,” is all I say.

The three of us enter the beach together. Hunk and Lance continue to walk without a care, I stop and sigh with annoyance.

I like the beach, usually. No, actually - “like” isn't the right word. I appreciate it. I think it can be beautiful at times, and the quieter it is, the better.

That's not how the beach is today. It's filled with too many people, who have too many parasols, children and garbage. I can hear loud music and shouts in a farther part of the beach, and I immediately know exactly why Lance was so eager this morning, and why he looks so festive.

I find myself hesitating in going any further, but Hunk is putting his hand on my shoulder and flashes one of his it's gonna be okay smiles. “Sorry we didn't tell you that there's a party here, man. Lance was afraid you'd refuse to come.”

“Well. He wasn't wrong,” I sigh.

“But hey, c’mon, you don't have to go to that party, you know. I'm not going either. Pidge and her brother are here too, we can hang out with them. We can play cards and I brought a ball, and we can go for a swim too. What do you say?”

“And, most importantly - we can bury Lance in sand and make a mermaid outta him,” says a young, female voice on my other side - it's Pidge, who is walking towards us and waves. We wave back, and I can't help but smile, and while Hunk hugs her like he hasn’t seen her in years, I just wrap my free arm around her small shoulders and tap. She does the same.

“Knowing Lance, he wouldn't say no to that,” Hunk chuckles. “What's up, Pidge? Are you here for long?”

“Nah, we got here about thirty minutes ago. We're lucky to have found somewhere to sit.” She says. “But hey, speaking of Lance - where is he?”

“He went on to find us a spot and probably watch some pretty girls on the way.” Hunk shrugs. Like on cue, Lance whistles at us and waves to make us follow him. Behind him we can see Matt, Pidge’s brother, and we already know the spot he “found” is most likely where the Holts are. None of us is surprised.

We all make our way together. I look at the hot sand burst on my feet, until I hear Matt talking to someone. I stop walking and look at them, just out of curiosity, and even though I have my sunglasses on, I move them down a bit.

“Hey, Shiro!” He calls, looking at the lifeguard’s high stand to our left. At first, I can’t clearly see the man he’s talking to since he sits in the shade, and everything else is too bright around him. Then, he gets up and comes into the light.

Suddenly, he’s the one that’s too bright for everything else.

“You’re on duty today, huh? What a shame! The bunch of us ‘re gonna have tons of fun and you’re stuck up there!”

That Shiro guy laughs cynically. “Well at least I’m getting paid for being here!” He calls back with a beautiful smile. “Tell Pidge and your folks I said hi!”

“Our parents aren't here today, but I'll text them! See ya later!” They finally wave at each other, and I can’t help but keep on watching the lifeguard for a few more seconds. He keeps on looking at our direction as well, and suddenly I realize he’s waving at me.

Damn. I must be staring.

I manage to wave back somehow, and practically run away. My face feels so hot and I know it’s not because of the sun. I curse myself for not bringing a hat today either, because now I can't hide how embarrassed I am.

Fuck. I hate me so much.

The day goes much better than I originally expected. I spend most of it with Hunk, Pidge and Matt, if it’s by swimming, building sand castles (and ruining them violently - that’s the best part), or just playing cards. After Lance comes back from the party he was in on the other side of the beach, I kick his ass in a quick volleyball match. His punishment is, of course, to become a sand mermaid. Pidge doesn’t miss the chance to take pictures of everyone and everything around, including me, despite my desperate attempts to avoid her camera.

When I get tired of being with the others, I sit underneath the Holts’ parasol and read the book I brought along with me. At some point Hunk sees me and asks me if I drank some water today, and I automatically say yes.

After a while, I see Matt sitting by the point where the water hits the sand. I think about it for a bit, and then I decide to go and join him. I'm thankful that Pidge, who was with him before, is walking to another direction - now I can talk to him privately.

“Hey…” I stutter. He looks up at me and smiles.

“Hey, Keith! If you're looking for Pidge, she went that other way to look for more seashells.”

“Oh, um… thanks, but I… I wasn't looking for her. I uh… I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Oh?” He asks and blinks a few times. We don't talk too much in private usually, but we do get along. “Okay. Go ahead.”

I sit beside him and pull my knees to my chest. I can feel my heart beating so fast. Fuck. “Um… that… That lifeguard… You know him, right?”

“Who, Shiro? Yeah. We go to the same classes,” Matt smiles. It means he's going to the same college as us. That’s cool. “Why are you asking?”

“Ah - no - no reason. I just, um, saw you talking when we got here and ah… I was just wondering.” I want to punch myself because my cover sounds so weak.

Matt hums. His suggestive smile is both irritating and giving me hope.

My face can't get any redder as I think about what more I can ask. I can't even face Matt now. I just look down like an idiot and do my best not to just shout at him for that stupid smile. “What is he like?...” I finally ask again.

I can hear him hum in thought. “Mmm… Well, he's a really fun guy to be around. There's always stuff to talk about with him and he's always good for laughs. He's very smart, and really nice to others…” he pauses and I'm certain that he's looking right at me. “... and he's both perfectly single and into men.”

My heart skips a beat. I open my mouth, but not much comes out. “Oh. Th-that’s, uh… I mean…”

He laughs at me and taps my back. “Dude, don't be so nervous. I'm sure he's gonna like you, if you try to approach him.”

“R-really?” I whisper.

“Yeah, of course! I'm sure of it. I can even ask him for you, if you want. Or maybe - introduce you?”

“No! No. Don't introduce me. And don't… Don't ask him. I… I'll think about it.” I pause, and finally have the courage to look at Matt again. “Thanks.”

“Anytime.” He says. I can see Pidge coming back with her hands filled with seashells, and as much as I like those, I don't want this issue to be spread around. I get up, ask him to keep this talk between us, and after he agrees, I say bye and leave.

From time to time, I look at the Shiro’s stand, which isn’t too far away from us. When I get lucky, I can see his back when he stands and talks to people with his megaphone. I smile whenever I hear him, and then I feel stupid and curse myself for paying a stranger so much attention.

The luckiest I get to be today is when Hunk and I go to buy some ice cream. We pass the lifeguard right in front of his stand, and I almost automatically glance up to look at him. I watch his white bangs blow in the wind, and it's completely pale in comparison to the black undercut he has on the rest of his head; I watch his chest radiating in the sun, and his right arm that's made of metal - and though I know the story of why he has a prosthetic must be hard, I can't help but think how cool it looks on him. I swear I can see something on his nose - a scar maybe? - but his sunglasses are covering most of it. Hunk says something that I can't hear, because at that very moment, the lifeguard is smiling and I swear to God he looks directly at me.

I don't even notice that I smile too, and that my hand is half the way up for a small wave, when suddenly Hunk puts his hand on my shoulder. “Earth to Keith!” he says, and I jump and turn to him. “I know you're busy staring at your new crush, and even though I admit that's adorable ‘cause that never happens, we're still on an important mission here. I want my ice cream!”

“What? I - I don't have a crush!” I say a bit too loudly. I can see by the face that he's making that he doesn't believe me. I pout and cross my arms. “Are we getting ice cream or not?”

“Yes!” Hunk practically drags me away from our spot and on to the little kiosk behind the shopping center.

I still feel warm inside, thinking about what just happened.

I take a nap for a while in the warm side of Pidge and Matt’s parasol, where the sun hits just above me, and the shade is far behind. I do my best to sleep off the slight pain I feel in my head.

I don't dream about anything. It's better that way, I think.

I put the sunscreen on myself again when the afternoon turns into evening. We're here since the morning, but this entire day is actually pretty nice.

When the guys and I go again for a final swim, I go to Lance and poke him with my elbow. “Thanks for… making me come today.” I mumble. I don't look at him directly.

Even without watching, I know Lance's smile is bigger than ever. He's so proud of himself at the moment, his eyes must be screaming I told you so. “That's what friends are for, buddy! I knew you'd thank me in the end.”

“Don't overdo it,” I tell him. “You won't hear me saying it again.”

I do my best to ignore that hellish headache that attacks me.

The water is warm. Too warm for my taste, but I get used to it. The waves aren't peaceful either, but we all have our fun. We splash around and we swim and laugh. We barely notice that we're getting farther away from shore, but we can hear the lifeguard's voice echoing through his megaphone. “The ocean is not quiet. Please come out of the water. I repeat, the water is getting dangerous. Please come back to shore.”

I know I need to go back like the others do, but I see something in the corner of my eye. I turn and see a little girl, who doesn't look older than six, on a surfboard alone a bit further away from me.

Despite the high waves and the tiredness that makes my body hurt, I swim to her and get my hands on her surfboard. “Hey. What’re you doing here? Where‘re your parents?” I ask breathlessly.

She looks at me with those big blue eyes of hers. I can see she does her best not to cry.

“Okay. C’mon. Let's get you to shore, okay? Then we'll look for your parents?”

She nods and I start to swim with her surfboard in front of me. I keep her above the waves as much as I can, but it's getting harder the more we go.

My breaths are too deep. I know it. I feel like puking, too, and my throat is so dry it's hard to swallow. I blink hard - my eyes feel so heavy.

Did I even drink today? I told Hunk I did, but now that I think about it -

I hear someone calling the girl's name - it looks like it's her dad. He takes her to him and thanks me, and us three try to swim back to the beach. But before we know it, the waves are getting stronger, enough to pull me away from that man and his daughter.

The man shouts to me, but I can't really hear what he says.

After that, they’re both gone.

All I hear now are the waves and my breaths - they turned to gasps by now. My head's killing me. I try my best to move, to do something, anything, but I'm too exhausted and distracted from the pain and dizziness and before I know it - the water that hits me takes me down. I somehow manage to swim up to the surface but I can barely draw my breath when another wave comes for me again, and again I'm under the water.

I can't reach the surface anymore.

I can't breathe.

Oh no. Nononononono - ! I don't wanna die I don't wanna die I don't wanna die I don't wanna die I don't want to die like this - I can't die like this, I can't, I can't, I CAN'T -

I C A N ‘ T B R E A - -

My lungs burn with salty water.

Suddenly, my entire body is going numb and heavy. My mouth is open, but I can't make a sound. I can't scream or move. I don't even know what's happening. It's like everything is so… So fucking calm. Like I'm dreaming. Like I'm frozen and my body won't listen to me. And I can somehow acknowledge that my head is lifting up, but I don't know why.

Why is everything so still?

A fragment of one last thought is going through my head:

I didn't even get to talk to Sh -

Then suddenly, everything starts to fade away. Darkness is taking over me, and even the pain is drifting away. My eyes were squeezed shut because of the salty water, but now, I can feel them getting… Soft.

I don't even know when I started sinking, but I can't even think about it now. I can't think about anything…

I'm… I…

The first thing I can feel is something pressed to my mouth. It's… Warm. And it's giving me air.

Then I realize something soft is pinching my nose, and something cold is pressing under my chin.

The breeze is cold, but something is blocking some of it.

I try to think about what's going on but instead I find myself coughing. Water is spilling out of me and my lungs are burning. I try to open my eyes but I'm too tired, and everything is too damn bright.

The warmth on my nose and mouth is gone, and instead, something hard - I think it's made of plastic - is covering them now. It's giving me air, too.

I blink when a voice is talking. Then I notice there's a shadow above me. It's getting clearer a bit, and then more, and then I can see it.

It's Shiro’s face.

He's talking, and I can't really understand what he's saying at first.

“... Keith.”

Oh.

He holds one of his metal fingers in front of my face. “Follow my finger with your eyes, Keith.” His voice is finally clear enough for me to understand and do as he asks. It makes him smile, and I feel a bit proud of that.

He's looking up and talks to someone else, so I get the chance to look at the sky that he was blocking before. It's… Purple and red… Must be evening already. I move my fingers to feel the sand underneath me, but other than that, it's hard to move.

His hand is pressing the oxygen mask on my mouth and nose this entire time. It gives me a bit of comfort.

He leans above me again. His face is so close to mine, I think I’m gonna explode.

His eyes are so beautiful, though, and his scar is, too - it really is a scar, like I thought before.

“Keith. The ambulance is almost here. You must be very confused, but please don't panic. You're safe now.”

I don't understand what it is that I'm safe from because I can't really think properly… But I do know he says my name a lot, and that sounds so good in his voice. I focus on him, or at least I try. I can hear the others - Lance, Hunk and Pidge - somewhere near me, but I can't really turn to them or speak without feeling nauseous or too tired.

I hear a distant sound of sirens. Must be the ambulance Shiro was talking about… I want it to stop making so much noise. My head hurts. My body hurts. Shiro's prosthetic hand is on my mask, and he's so close to me, still speaking to me, but as much as I wanna listen to him all day… I wanna sleep…

Let me sleep… just for a minute...

When I wake up again, I'm lying on something so soft - a bed. I take a deep breath when I open my eyes, but it's hard to see - everything is too bright again. When I can finally open my eyes without feeling any pain, I realize I'm in a hospital. There are a few cables and small tubes connected to me, but the oxygen mask is gone.

I turn my head to see Hunk, Lance, Pidge and Matt sitting beside me.

Hunk notices first. “Hey! Guys, he's awake!” He calls, and everyone is looking at me. They get up and surround me, and I can't help but feel a bit embarrassed.

“Keith, man, how do you feel?” Lance asks, but his voice is too high and strong for me. Pidge notices and nudges him. “Ah. Sorry.” He says, softly this time. “How are you?”

“I'm… ah… A bit thirsty, actually.” I mumble. Matt is going out of the room after that. “Um… I don't really… remember what happened.” I confess.

“Dude. You don't remember? You almost died today!” Lance says loudly again, and I blink at him. “We were all swimming back but you weren't with us. Luckily the awesome lifeguard was there to help you.”

I blink slowly again, trying to think about what he just said, and suddenly it all comes back to me. “Wait. What about the girl?” I ask. “There was a girl on a surfboard with her dad, too… and the water was so strong that it separated us… Are they okay? Did you find them?”

They all look at me like I'm high.

“What are you talking about?” Pidge asks. Her brother comes back into the room with a glass of water and puts it beside me, and I look at him gratefully. “There was no one with us when we swam, and no one came to shore from your direction. It was just us.”

“And what do you mean, the water was strong? It was pretty chill,” Lance adds.

I look at them all confusedly. “B… But… it didn't feel… Chill. It felt like a storm.”

“Well, the one that saw you in time was the lifeguard,” Hunk says, and I can see he tries to hide a smile. I feel my heart jump because of that. “So maybe he can tell us what happened.”

At that moment, there's a knock on the door. I hope for a moment that it's gonna be Shiro and my heart beats so fast I'm sure I'm gonna have a heart attack - but it's just a nurse. I ignore everyone's stare at the heart monitor and thankfully they don't say anything. When she sees I'm awake, she comes to check me up and says she'll call a doctor. She tells the others to get out so the doctor can test me properly, and after they tell me they'll be out in some coffee shop until the doctor finishes, I’m left alone.

When the doctor comes, I ask him what exactly happened to me. “Well,” he says, “you suffered from a heat stroke and as a result, you almost drowned. Luckily for you, the lifeguard managed to notice you just in time. You were actually less than a minute away from irreversible brain damage.”

I gulp hard and look down - I can’t face this half-disappointed half-pitiful expression. “Is… Is that why I thought the water was storming?” My voice is so quiet I can barely hear myself, but I can’t talk more loudly than that. I just can’t. “I mean… my friends told me the water was totally fine and that there was no one there with us… even though I thought I saw someone, so…”

“A powerful enough heat stroke can cause hallucinations, yes. In your case, your heat stroke wasn’t the severest one there can be, but it was strong enough to cause such disorientation, weakness and lightheadedness to make you see or hear things that didn’t happen, or that you thought were one thing when they actually were something entirely different.” He continues with the examination and tells me what to do and what to avoid for the next few days. “I’ll come to check on you again later. Once I see the results, I’ll be able to determine when to release you. I believe it would be best for you to stay the night here for observation, but we’ll see what the tests will bring. In the meantime, have some rest, alright?”

I nod and thank him quietly before he leaves. I feel like such a moron - how did I let this all happen?

After a few moments, I hear a knock on the door. I can barely feel annoyed by the disturbance, when I hear a voice from the other side.

“Um… Keith? This is Shiro, the lifeguard from the beach… may I come in?”

I freeze. Sh… Shiro? Why is he here? Is he here for… For me?

He's calling my name again, and my chest fills up with butterflies.

“Ah - - yeah! Yes, you can come in.” I tell him, and I give everything I have for my voice to sound normal and not too emotional. When he opens the door and steps in, I can't help but stare.

He looks at me and smiles widely. I can't understand if it's from embarrassment or kindness or something else. “Um… Hi.” He mumbles. “I, ah… I have your bag.” He lifts it up with his prosthetic arm and shows it to me. “I found it on the beach. Your friends must have forgotten about it after you were evacuated.”

Typical.

He brings me the bag and I nod gratefully. “I hope you don't mind that I looked inside,” he says, “I just checked who that belongs to at first… And then I wanted to make sure that everything important is in there.”

I can't help but think how sweet he is. He looks so embarrassed that he had to invade my privacy, so to speak, by looking through my stuff, when he was actually being so kind to make sure to return it properly.

“Thank you. Everything is here.” I smile. “And, of course, more importantly… Thank you for saving my life. Without you… I would've… Never made it.”

I swear to God his cheeks look redder than before.

“O-of course! You're welcome. I'm only glad I was able to help and that you're all better now.”

A small moment of silence is awkwardly falling between us. Despite that, I see that he doesn't hurry to go. I tell him to take a sit beside me, and he does.

I lick my lips and clutch my bag closer to my chest. “How… How did you notice? That - that I was drowning?”

He looks stunned for a moment. I have no idea why. “Well, it's - I'm trained to something like this, of course, and it was the end of my shift and I had to make sure everyone comes to shore before I -”

“Wait -” I interrupt, “that's what you said?”

“... What do you mean?”

“I mean… I know I heard you back then, but I was certain you said… That the water was dangerous and… that's why you wanted everyone to go back.”

He watches me for a moment and then, he smiles again. Such a kind, soft smile. I can't get enough of it. “It must be because of the heat stroke you suffered from.” He confirms what the doctor told me earlier. “I… I noticed when you went to swim, so… I knew where to look, I guess…”

Now it's my turn to look at him with wide eyes. He… Noticed me?

He chuckles and keeps on looking at me. “What?”

I feel my cheeks burn.

Fuck, fuck. I… I never felt like this before. My heart is racing, like… like…

The machine beside me beeps like crazy because of that, and I feel even more self-aware now. Shit. I'm caught right on the spot, aren't I?

He gets up and leans towards me. His expression is somehow a combination of shyness, worry and… Is that… A smile I see on his face again…?

He puts his hand on my cheek and looks right into my eyes. I notice that he uses his human hand, even though he's clearly right handed. “Keith,” he says so softly, I think I'm melting. Somehow, even though he's so close… I suddenly feel much more relaxed. “It's alright. You're safe now. You've got nothing to worry about.”

Licking my dry lips, I'm about to say something in return, but he opens his mouth again to speak. He takes his time, like he's thinking about what to say or how to say it. As I stare at his lips, I suddenly realize that when we were on the beach after he rescued me… he was the one who did the CPR on me. His lips were actually on mine for that. Just thinking about it makes my face go entirely red.

“Keith…” his voice is cutting through my thoughts, and I concentrate on him again. “I didn't come here only to bring you your bag back.”

I can't get my eyes off of him. Not for a single second. “Then… What is it?” I whisper.

His smile is getting bigger, and so is mine. “I like you.”

My breath is stopping in my throat for a moment. He… Likes me? “I… really?” I mumble.

“Yeah… I really do.”

“Even if we talked only for a few minutes?”

“Yeah.” He whispers. “And… I noticed how you looked at me today, and… I… I wanted to say that… I looked at you, too. When I had the chance.”

No one has ever told me anything like that before.

“I want to get to know you, Keith. If you'll let me… I'll be happy to.” He continues, and I know I smile as widely as my face lets me. I nod fiercely, and then I take his hand and hold it in mine. I mostly feel like crying.

“I… I'd love that.” I can barely say. “I like you, too.”

“Then…” He starts again, looking at our hands together. He squeezes my palm and then lets it go. I look at him curiously, and he looks back at me. “We should introduce ourselves properly. We didn't do that until now, so. We should do it right.”

I laugh like an idiot and nod again. “Alright. Go ahead then, stranger.”

“I'm Takashi Shirogane, but everyone calls me Shiro. It's nice to meet you.” He holds his hand out towards me, and without hesitation, I shake it.

“My name is Keith. Keith Kogane.” I tell him. Neither one of us is letting go, even when the handshake is over. “It's very nice to meet you,too… Takashi.”

We end up talking for hours, about everything, and about nothing. I feel like I've known him for years, even though we only met today.

Eventually he really does have to go, though, much to my disappointment. I don't even notice how late it is, at first, but when he shows me the hour on his phone’s screen, I sigh in defeat. He keeps on doing something on his phone and suddenly gives it to me. I look at the screen and feel my cheeks heat up again.

I smile when I put my number in his contact list.

“I'll call you tomorrow,” he promises, and I nod, still smiling like a moron.

“I'll look forward to it,” I manage to say. I give him back his phone and our hands touch, and some part of me hopes he won't let go. When he does, I feel the warmth still tingling on my fingers for a second.

He says goodnight and finally, I'm alone in the room. I lean my head back against the pillow and try to settle the butterflies in my stomach by breathing deeply. It doesn't really work, but I don't care.

My phone vibrates in my bag. I take it out and see a text from Shiro - it hasn't even been two minutes since he left, and yet here he is, sending me an adorable message.

I don't regret going out of bed today anymore.

#sheith #i'm only looking at you #my fic #ahhhhh god i'm excited #sorry if it's a bit long bros #i tried my best #au

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A Song Stuck in My Memory Chapter Two

After more than a year, I’ve finally updated my Soul Eater Anastasia AU

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Soul was miserable. He'd never been on a train before so he had expected it to be fun, but it was quite the opposite. Their carriage was small, and even though Soul had gotten the window seat (he and Maka had briefly fought over it, but Tsubaki made Maka let Soul have it) he couldn't see much because the train was moving much too fast.

He sighed and slouched in his seat, then looked over at Maka sitting next to him. She was sitting quietly, reading some thick book. Blair was sitting between them, but was resting her head on Maka's leg, purring quietly.

"There's nothing to do," Soul announced to the others. Tsubaki looked up at him and gave a sympathetic smile, then turned back to whatever she was writing. Maka ignored him.

"This train ride is gonna take forever!" Black*Star agreed. "Come on, there's gotta be something we can do to pass the time!"

"Black*Star," Maka warned.

He opened his mouth to reply, but Tsubaki interrupted, "Black*Star why don't you go take a walk? I'm sure that'll help your boredom."

"Yeah, sure!" Black*Star agreed. He jumped off his seat and left the room, accidentally slamming the door shut.

Maka sighed. "I'll never get used to Black*Star," she stated.

Tsubaki gave a small laugh. "He can be difficult at times."

Maka turned back to her book, and Tsubaki kept writing in those small books that looked suspiciously like fake passports. Soul groaned internally. He thought there was going to be a conversation or something, but no- right back to silence. He was going to go crazy.

"What book are you reading?" he finally asked Maka.

She looked up from the book and towards him. Since they had gotten on the train, she had removed the baseball cap she had been wearing previously, and put her ash blonde hair up into twin ponytails. Soul thought the hairstyle was a little childish, but on her it didn't look that bad.

“I’m brushing up on the manners and cordialities that the Evans family taught their sons,” she said, as if it was natural to be reading such a boring book. “This book is exactly the same that both the Evans and Death family owned. We have to make sure that you don’t act strange around Kidd Death.”

"So were Kidd and the Evans kid- me, I guess- friends?" Soul asked. "I mean, they had to be. Why else would Kidd be looking for him?"

Tsubaki shrugged. "We don't really know. Kidd refuses to answer any questions on why he's looking for Samuel."

That had been the first time Soul heard the name of the lost Evans boy. "Samuel," he repeated. He knew what he looked like- white hair, red eyes, shark teeth, and shabby clothes- and there was no way the name Samuel fit him. Even Sam or Sammy would seem weird. "Really hope I'm not the Evans boy," Soul stated, sitting back. "That's a stupid name. I'm too cool for it."

Maka arched an eyebrow. "Like 'Soul' is any better?"

"Hey, shut up! It's an awesome name!"

"Yeah, right. Maybe for a fish or something."

"Well, what the hell kinda name is 'Maka'?"

At that moment, Black*Star entered the room and whispered something in Tsubaki's ear. She looked panicked for a minute, then regained her composure. "You two can't seem to get along," she pointed out. "So maybe we need to find a bigger car, so you two don't have to sit right next to each other."

Maka raised an eyebrow at Tsubaki, who gave her a small but nervous smile. She eventually relented, and stood up to grab the few pieces of luggage they had. Soul stood up and reached to take the luggage out of her hands, but she kicked him. "I can handle it," she stated. "Besides, you're an heir, and heirs don't do the heavy lifting." She picked up the luggage with ease and followed Tsubaki out of the room.

Black*Star laughed, but didn't answer Soul's question of why he was laughing. He simply left the car, following wherever Maka and Tsubaki were going. Soul immediately followed, not wanting to get left behind.

When Soul rejoined the group, swaying with the car beneath him, he frowned at the box car they had occupied. "This was your bright idea?" he asked no one in particular, sitting down on the floor. "We’re gonna sweat to death in here!"

"You'd think someone from Death City wouldn't complain so much," Maka said, crossing her arms.

"Cut him some slack, Maka," Tsubaki said. "He's had a hard day."

Black*Star laughed. "Yeah, like finding out that you're possibly the heir to a large fortune is hard."

"Everything he thought about his life was a lie," Tsubaki pointed out. "His entire life is changing right in front of him! Don't you think that would be a difficult transition?"

"Huh," Soul said quietly, leaning against the wall of the baggage car. "You know, I didn't realize that."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Soul, I didn't mean-" Tsubaki started.

"It's fine," he interrupted. "You don't need to apologize." She was right, after all. Even if he wasn't the lost Evans boy, everything was going to be different for him. He wouldn't be Soul the orphan anymore. He would be whoever he made himself out to be. Perhaps that thought should have scared him, but Soul found it exciting.

The door suddenly rattled loudly, causing Tsubaki, and Maka to flinch and Black*Star to jump to his feet. "Stupid old train," Maka muttered under her breath.

Black*Star sat up suddenly, staring at the door. "Guys, what's that green glow?"

They all lurched forward as the train began to pick up speed. Soul sprinted to the door they came through, the door to the dining car. "We're separated from the dining car!" he shouted back at them. "That's probably why we're picking up speed!"

"And the engine's going berserk!" Maka stated from the other door. "Oh- oh no."

"What's wrong?" Tsubaki asked, standing up.

Maka turned back to face them, her face grave. "The bridge is out. If we don't stop this car before we reach it-" She didn't finish that thought.

"We need to separate the baggage car from the engine," Tsubaki said, jumping up. "Black*Star, you handle that. Maka, help me get our stuff together. Only necessities."

Maka refused to listen, opening the door to take a look at the fusing couplets. Tsubaki turned to Soul "Alright, well someone has to help me grab our things. Come on, Soul."

Soul wanted to go help Maka, but he figured that she and Black*Star would be able to handle it by themselves. He helped Tsubaki grab the few bags they had, then turned to see how Maka and Black*Star were doing.

"Nothing's working!" Maka yelled, frustrated. "Is there anything more powerful in there?"

"Black*Star!" Soul shouted. He pointed to a crate filled with TNT sticks. "That outta be enough."

"Yeah, of course! I knew that was there!" Black*Star shouted. He grabbed one and lit it before handing it to Maka.

"Do you know how dangerous this is?" Maka demanded as she stuck the TNT in the couplet. "If we die, this is all your fault!"

"I was the one who suggested it!" Soul shouted to be heard above the gradually-increasing roar of the engine.

"I was talking to you!"

The four of them hunkered in the back of the baggage car, waiting for the TNT to go off. "This is a terrible idea," Maka muttered.

Soul opened his mouth, but the dynamite went off, shutting him up immediately. The front of the car was nearly blown off, but at least they were no longer connected to the runaway engine.

"The brakes aren't working!" Tsubaki yelled, having sprinted towards the brake the second after the dynamite went off. "We'll have to find another way to stop!"

"I have an idea!" Maka grabbed a length of chain with a hook on the end. "Tsubaki, you put out the fires. Black*Star, help me!"

"Of course! I, the great Black*Star, can do anything!" He stepped forward straight into one of the little fires and started screaming.

"Someone hand me the chain!" shouted Maka's voice from what sounded like under the car.

"Are you insane?" Soul demanded, running to hand her the hook.

She looked up at him for a few seconds, green eyes burning with determination. "This is our only chance. I know what I'm doing. Just trust me and hand me the hook. We're running out of time."

He nodded, and handed her the hook. She attached it to the couplet and yanked on it to make sure that it wouldn't come lose. Underneath the car, there was a sound like something was coming lose. Soul grabbed Maka's hand and pulled her up, a second before the lose bit went flying through where Maka had been, then landed with a crash in the forest.

"Lucky for you I have quick reflexes," Soul told her, pulling her up the rest of the way.

"I owe you one," she said, moving to the back of the train. "Now, brace yourselves!" She grabbed the grappling hook at the other end of the train and threw it out the back. It landed on the track, but the slats weren't enough to stop their momentum. The car tipped forwards as the hook pulled the tracks up behind them.

Tsubaki opened up the side door and thrust bags into the arms of the other three. "Jump!" she shouted, practically pushing them.

Soul landed hard on the dirt, trying to keep from squashing Blair in his arms. The cat jumped out of his arms the second they landed and mewed at him, as if spurring him to get a move on. "Shut up, cat," he muttered, rubbing the side that he had landed on.

"Haha, we made it!" Black*Star cheered.

"Well we're alive, so that's good," Tsubaki said, giving a weary smile.

"We've kind of lost our ride, though," Soul pointed out, sitting up. "How are we going to get to New York City?"

Maka lay flat on her back, staring at the sky. "The train was supposed to take us to a port city so that we could get a boat to New York. If we can manage to catch a bus or something, we could get there in time before the boat leaves."

"Why not just get a train to New York?" Soul asked, frowning. "Why a train and a boat?"

"Because shut up, that's why."

"Ah, okay, nevermind. It doesn’t matter." They must have stolen the boat tickets as well, or had to buy them because the train tickets to the port city were the only ones they could steal.

Maka stood up slowly. "Well if we're gonna make it in time, we'd better get going. Come on, lazybones! Let's get a move on!"

Soul groaned, but got up and grabbed a few of the bags that Tsubaki was holding. "How far do we have to go?"

"We follow the train tracks!" Black*Star stated. "We'll get there in no time!"

“If we get to a road, we might be able to hitch a ride,” Maka pointed out.

"There should be a road nearby, so let's just try that," Tsubaki suggested.

"Agreed," Soul said, already trekking through the half-dead forest. He turned around after a few minutes to find them still standing there. "Hey, come on! Let's get moving!"

The four walked in silence for a while, only the sound of the dirt and occasional leaf crunching under their feet. "So tell me about this Samuel Evans kid," Soul said suddenly. "Me, I guess." He gave a sharp laugh. "I'll never be able to get to that lame name."

"That's understandable," Maka nodded. "We can keep calling you Soul, though. That'll make it easier for everyone."

"We'll have to change that before we get to New York, though," Tsubaki pointed out.

"That's not a big deal," Maka said, waving her off. "Now, I guess we need to teach you all about the Evans family, as well as Lord Death and Kidd Death. Listen closely, okay, because we don't have the time to repeat ourselves. You have an older brother named Wes who was a gifted violinist, and both of your parents were famous musicians, as well. Even though you were young before the fall of Death City, you were quite the little prodigy in piano."

"I've never touched a piano, to my knowledge," Soul said blankly. "I really hope he doesn't test my skill at piano."

"No reason to worry about that now," Tsubaki said cheerfully. "Your parents were friends of Lord Death's since before you were born, but you were born in New York City instead of Death City. You and Kidd were both given private tutors, and you used to hide to escape your lessons."

"Wes was the only person who could find you!" Black*Star chimed in.

"But you still had an education fit for royalty," Maka stated. "So we'll have to teach you how to speak, walk, and dress properly before you meet with Kidd Death."

"Wait a second, what's wrong with how I talk?" Soul demanded.

Maka continued on as if she hadn't heard him. "The first song both you and Wes had learned to play was “Canon in D”, which was your parents’ favorite song. You were supposed to play it as a duet on the night of the fire." Maka suddenly went quiet, as if she remembered something important.

Tsubaki placed a gentle hand on Maka's shoulder. "We can cover the topic of the fire later," she said. "For now, let's run over all of the family members that Samuel would have known, as well as how to walk properly."

That seemed to break Maka out of her haze. "Yes, that's a good idea. You have to learn how to walk properly, bow properly, and the correct way to sit. I hope you have a good memory, Soul."

"Other than the first fourteen years of my life," he shrugged.

Black*Star laughed and slapped Soul's back a little too hard, but Soul wouldn't admit that. "Alright! Let's get started then!"

Maka pulled the boring book from earlier out of her bag and all but shoved it under Soul's nose. "In the front page of this book on manners, I doodled your family tree; you have to learn names first, then we'll give you facts to attach to those names. It would be better if we had pictures, but I think I could describe them well enough so you could recognize them in case Kidd has any pictures to quiz people."

"How do you know so much about the Evans family?" Soul asked.

"We can discuss that later," she said firmly. "For now, your family tree. Now, you already know about your older brother Wesley, Wes for short. He was a musician, just like most people in your family. Your mother was named Cecilia and your father was named Lawrence. Your parents went to Juliard together, which was how they met. Your father grew up in Death City and had gone to the same private school that Lord Death had gone to as a child, which was how they met. Your mother was from New York City, and her family name is Eter. Your father was an only child, and your mother only had one younger sibling. As far as I know, your grandparents are all dead, and your mother wasn’t on speaking terms with her brother when you were a child. So you won’t have to worry about any aunts, uncles, or cousins.”

“That’s still a lot of information,” Soul stated.

“Yes, but it’s all important,” Tsubaki said, giving a smile.

Maka continued on, telling Soul everything about the Evans family and some things about the Eter family. He wanted to ask about her knowledge of his family tree, but any time he tried, she would dodge the question or Tsubaki or Black*Star would distract him. They were hiding something, and Soul knew it.

“That’s enough about your family tree for now,” Tsubaki said after a while. “Let’s try walking properly for a short while.”

“I walk fine,” Soul insisted, adjusting the pack across his shoulders. Blair, who was hiding in one of the bags, mewled in protest, as if Soul had just woken her up.

“No, you don’t,” Maka stated.

“You’re all hunched over,” Black*Star interjected. “You need to walk tall and proud! Shoulders back!” Black*Star pushed Soul’s shoulders back, but accidentally pushed him to the ground instead.

“Hey!” Soul shouted.

“Let’s try this again,” Maka said, shaking her head at Black*Star. She reached down and helped Soul to his feet. “Okay, so keep your shoulders down and back, and your head straight.”

Soul did what Maka said, and took a few steps forward until Tsubaki stopped him. “Good enough for now,” Tsubaki told him. “Let’s move on to practicing bowing. The lower you bow, the more respect you give to someone. You probably won’t have to give a deep bow, so we won’t worry about that. If you bow to Kidd, give a medium bow, probably like this,” she said, bending a little above the waist. “You probably won’t have to bow to anyone else, so we should spend more time working on your handshake.”

The group walked along, the other three drilling advice into Soul’s mind and constantly fixing the way he walked, sat, bowed, or shook hands. “Is there anything I’m doing right?” he grumbled.

When they finally reached the road, Soul gave a small sigh of relief. Soon enough, it would be night, and he would have an excuse to ignore them. Until that point, he would just have to deal.

Maka pulled a loaf of bread out of one of the bags. “This isn’t exactly a real meal, but we need to assess whether you eat like a ravenous animal or not.”

“I’m an orphan, not an animal,” Soul grumbled, accepting the piece of bread that Maka handed him. He was about to start eating when he noticed that they were all staring at him. “Can you three let me have peace for just one second?”

With Soul distracted, Blair jumped out of the bag she had curled up in and snatched the piece of bread from his hand. “Hey!” Soul shouted as Blair ran off with her prize.

Black*Star started to snort, which caused the other two to start laughing, which only further escalated the issue. The three dissolved into laughter, Black*Star falling down and Maka having to hold onto a tree for support. While they were laughing, Soul couldn’t help but notice that for the first time, they truly looked their age. The ghost lines of stress disappeared, alleviated for just a moment by happy chance. His head turned in Maka’s direction, and as she was finally able to stop laughing, Soul was struck by an odd thought- “I’ve heard that laugh before”. The closer he looked at Maka, the more he realized that there was something undeniably familiar about her. Perhaps she had stayed in the orphanage for a while before becoming an urchin.

The strange thing was that Black*Star and Tsubaki were not nearly as… familiar as Maka was. Yes, there was something about them that reminded Soul of a conversation he had had once. He couldn’t remember anything other than that it was spring, and they had been standing near an open window, looking at a garden below. But even that Soul didn’t trust; there were no gardens in Death City. He figured he just read about a garden while hearing about these two, and the memories just phased together. Of course, there was the fact that Soul didn’t read, but this was the only explanation.

Tsubaki, who had just gotten out of her laughing fit, frowned. “Soul, are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he stated, not sure if he was lying. “Now eating properly- that sounds boring. Let’s skip that.”

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