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whatisreggieshortfor · 11 months

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Pretend to Be Desirable

A volleyball player and an idol have to pretend to date. It should be fine… right?

Yaku x gn!reader

“You’ll be presenting a relationship together.” His publicist stated, no room for debate. “We need to give off the impression that there’s a romantic appeal to both of you, it’ll help merchandising sales and boost your popularity with fans.”

“I’m not really sure I understand.” You offered, he ignored the adorably confused pout that was already forming in your face, “Me, I get. I sing a lot about love, yada yada. But why does he need this?”

The publicist sighed, and so did your agent, “I hear you don’t spend a lot of time on social media.” You shook your head no, “Well, one of his high school teammates, someone up and coming in the fashion model world, has shared some… let’s say concerning memories about his behavior back then. It makes him seem unapproachable. To counteract that he needs to be portrayed as capable of holding a relationship.”

“So we just… pretend to date. I look desirable to fans, Y/N looks like their songs are written from their experience. I got that right?” Yaku was annoyed that it was Lev of all people that landed him in this meeting. He wanted to get back to training, the entire team was convinced he was in trouble right now. He was not looking forward to the teasing he would get when he put those rumors to bed.

“Yes.” Your agent nodded, “But it is also important that neither your team, nor Y/N’s band know that it isn’t real.”

Your brow furrowed further, “I can’t tell them?”

Yaku sighed, “I understand why I can’t tell the team. Miya and Bokuto don’t exactly scream ‘I can keep a secret’ when they open their big mouths every chance they get.”

You chuckled, suddenly not looking nearly as confused, “I see why my guitarist calls you prickly.”

He rolled his eyes, giving you a smirk, “That teammate used to refer to me as ‘demon-senpai’.”

“Aw!” You laughed harder, almost clapping your hands in your amusement, “That’s actually kinda cute.”

He absolutely did not blush, looking back at his publicist, “I’m ready to pretend to be desirable. Do you have a backstory or do we make that up?”

“It’s yours to decide. But it needs to be public knowledge for the next six months, so assuming neither of you have an ex or one night stand that might show up, you’ll want to plan an amount of time that made you okay to go public.” She shrugged, standing from her desk, “My office is yours while you work it out. We’ve already sent word to the athletic trainer that you’re here because Y/N is going to be performing at a charity match we’ve arranged for the team. When you make the announcement to them, they’ll think that you were informed separately because that’s the type of information partners share with each other.”

Without another word, the two of them disappeared out the door, and you immediately spun your wheelie chair around.

“Wheeeeeeeee!” Yaku was not a soft person, why did he want to smile at your antics? Your chair suddenly stopped, face to face with him, “Ready to make up some shit?”

Walking into the gym, Yaku was not prepared. He really should’ve been, he played with or against damn near everyone here since high school, but he wasn’t. Well actually… he was prepared to be unprepared. Miya was first, because he just had to be.

“Yaku, why didn’t ya tell us ya had some love in yer life?”

“Didn’t realize it was your business.” Yaku rolled his eyes, just knowing it was going to be a long practice.

Aran patted his shoulder, “He doesn’t have to share things he doesn’t want to, Atsumu.”

“But we’re a team, ain’t we?”

“Which performer are they?” Hinata jumped around excitedly, “Iwa couldn’t tell us.”

Shit, he probably should’ve asked, huh?

“We’re called Little Future.” Yaku spun around, seeing you enter the gym with a gleaming happiness, “Hey… darling?”

“Uh, yeah, yeah, what’s up?” Dear god, they both sounded so stiff.

You held up a bento, “I made you lunch! Meant to give it to you during the meeting, but you know how I get.” He jogged over to you, hoping to end the interaction quickly. The less time you spent with the team the better.

“‘Little Future’? Sounds kinda… pessimistic, don’t it?”

“Big word for you, Miya.” Sakusa rolled his eyes, nodding at you when you glanced over.

Aran raised his hands as the two of them started arguing, “Hey now, no fighting. Miya, be a bit nicer. That’s your teammate’s partner and they are doing a free show for charity. They don’t deserve the disrespect.”

“Thank you, uh?”

“Aran Ojiro, team captain.” You shook his hand as it was offered, introduction on the tip of your tongue as a voice called out to you.

“Y/N?” Turning you saw a friend from high school, someone you hadn’t seen much of since idol training started.

“Iwaizumi?” Your eyes went wide, rushing over to pull him into a hug, “It’s so weird seeing you without the annoying brunette cutting in!” You spun around, suddenly feeling on high alert, “He isn’t here, is he?”

“No,” Iwa laughed, “Oikawa plays in Argentina these days.”

Heaving a sigh of relief, you grinned, “Good, some ocean between us.”

“What’s up between you and the Great King?”

“Hinata, no one calls him that.” Iwa sighed, but the orange haired boy wasn’t deterred, looking at you with wide curious eyes.

You hummed, elbow propping on Iwa’s shoulder like you used to in school, “Hard to tell. Could’ve been when I had to lend Iwa class notes and he thought I was a member of his fan club. Could’ve been when I gave Makki and Mattsun tickets to a show and he spent three days blowing up my phone about why I didn’t send one for him- I finally had to threaten to change my number that time. Could’ve been when I received a confession on Valentines Day our third year and he had assumed I brought it to confess to him.” Iwa didn’t look bothered by his best friend’s old antics, only offering you a chuckle before he was introducing the team. “Holy shit!” You exclaimed when he made it to Kageyama, “You’re the kid that used to drive him nuts! The one that was better than him, right?”

Iwa nodded, grinning broadly as he nudged your shoulder under their scrutinizing gaze, completely ignoring the boy going pink in the face with a mix of annoyance and embarrassment, “Remember the other guy he used to complain about? The one that always beat us to go to Nationals?”

“My guitarist actually went there! But honestly who could forget ‘yOu ShOuLd HaVe CoMe tO sHiRaToRiZaWa’?” You asked, making a face like you were being put out.

“That’s the guy.” He pointed to Ushijima.

“No. Way.” You excitedly hugged the tower of a man, even though he just awkwardly patted you on the back in return. “Semi is gonna flip when I tell him I finally met you.”

Iwa looked at you curiously as you continued to talk to the team, glanced at Yaku, and then spoke directly to Aran, “Let me borrow Yaku for a moment, I need to speak to him and Y/N about the training they’ve been doing together.”

“Oooh, training, huh?~”

“Literally fuck off, Miya.” Yaku rubbed his forehead, following the two of you to Iwa’s office.

Leaning against his desk rather than sitting down, Iwa crossed his arms over his chest and quirked a brow, “So, how long are you stuck faking this?”

Yaku almost choked on his spit, but you pouted, “Couldn’t you at least pretend I could fool you, Hajime?”

“Never once have you pulled it off, so no.” He chuckled, directing his gaze to Yaku, “What’s your story for a meet cute?”

“Train.” You offered, no longer looking as bothered that he figured you out so fast. “I figured I’d see his Team Japan sweats and strike up a conversation.”

He nodded, “Knowing you there’d be questions of what sport he plays before bonding over mutual players you both knew, yeah?”

“You got it.” Yaku nodded, he really wished they didn’t need to keep going over the details again as he watched the two of you talk. He didn’t need the reminder that he could never actually get someone like you to fall for him. He’s only known you a few hours, but he saw the way the team had already fallen for your charms. Kuroo used to tell him that people needed to grow used to him, his temper, his tendencies, something about him could always send people running to avoid him. In school it didn’t matter, he had dreams to achieve. Now he just wished someone could look at him and think maybe he was worth it.

Unfortunately, his traitorous heart had the sudden desire for that to be you, part of him glad he could spend the next six months pretending it was.

But as he looked at you and his athletic trainer, Yaku had an unsettling thought. How did he feel like the third wheel in his own fake relationship?

A month had passed in the blink of an eye- with it the charity show where you performed in his alternate jersey while your band wore fan versions of some teammates, and then two months were gone, before suddenly you were halfway through the timeframe you’d been given and life had become a different normal.

“Morisuke!”

He looked up at the sound of your voice, no longer surprised to see you visiting the gym during their breaks in training. Some days you brought him lunch, some days the two of you went out for a quick ‘date’ to be seen by the public. It left an aching in his chest how easily you fell into a familiarity with him and with his team, offering high fives and greetings as you raced over to give him a hug. Ignoring the flush that wanted to erupt in his face, shoving down the fuzzy feeling he got as you kissed his cheek, he directed his attention to you. Your enthusiasm was captivating, something about an upcoming show you had and he was nodding along before suddenly you were thrusting some kind of pieces of card paper into his hands. Tickets. “I think I counted enough out- one for each member of the team, there should even be a couple extra. I can get more if anyone has a significant other, but some would just bring each other, right?”

He chuckled, so you had noticed that, huh? “This is really generous, Y/N. Are you sure you’re allowed to do it?”

You frowned, confusion in your eyes, “Why wouldn’t I be? I bought the tickets.”

His eyes widened, “You bought all these!?”

“Of course,” you blinked, wide and innocent, and so damn beautiful, “I can’t take away the revenue that my musicians or the staff would get from them by using my connections to get them for free, but I can give them to you guys with no charge.”

He’d have to be blind to miss the way half his teammates were not-so-subtly eavesdropping, some of them had never heard your music before they found out the two of you were ‘dating’, but now it was like they couldn’t get enough. He couldn’t get enough. Always had it playing, playlists made of your albums were all over his phone. He’d give a lot to see you perform live again. Heaving a sigh, he nodded, finally taking the tickets you were still pressing into his grasp, “Yeah, okay, I’m sure these idiots will appreciate the effort.”

“What about you?” The question sounded like a joke, your smile and glittering eyes enforcing that, but something in your eyes made him think you weren’t sure how he’d feel about it.

He gave you a smirk, rolling his eyes, “Yeah, I appreciate it, too.”

You didn’t like him, not the way he liked you, but he was able to pretend the affection was real instead of staged as your smile lit up your face and you pressed another kiss to his cheek.

When the team found out you had a televised interview coming, Iwa invited them over to watch- which is how Yaku found himself surrounded by a bunch of grown men crowding a living room. He didn’t understand why they were so invested- he knew he had to watch, regardless that he wanted to, in case anything you mentioned in it was something he needed to know as your boyfriend. But they didn’t have the same stakes in it. You honestly just had them under a spell. He knew some of the players had unwittingly developed crushes on you, and he couldn’t imagine how much it would hurt him when the facade ended and you decided to move on. He would hate seeing one of them pursue you.

The interview started before he could spiral down that train of thought. (Again). He watched as you were asked about your music, influences, inspiration.

Eventually you mentioned his name. It wasn’t a surprise to him, not really, this was part of the plan. You needed to play up your ‘relationship’ for the fans.

But as a question left the interviewers lips, he could also see the way you froze and tried to play it off with a stiff chuckle, “I’m sorry, what did you ask?”

She didn’t seem phased, waving her hand to dismiss the apology, “I asked how your current partner differs from ones you’ve had before.”

Your brow furrowed, hardly noticeable to anyone but him since he had spent weeks learning you, as you tried to process what was being asked, “I’m sorry, I don’t think I follow you. Are you just asking about venturing out a usual type?”

“I’ll simplify,” something in her smile turned almost poisonous, like she was catching you in the wrong, “I have sources that informed me that before your idol training you dated a man named Matsukawa Issei. And you had a brief courtship with fashion designer Azumane Asahi. The differences between them and the man you claim as your current partner are very noticeable.”

You scoffed, the sunny disposition they knew you to have falling away. Yaku had seen this happen before, when ‘fans’ would interrupt your public outings together to offend one of you by saying the other deserved better. But he knew this would shock the team, and more than that he wanted to see how you’d respond. Your polite posture shifted, almost making a combative stance in your seat as you leveled a look at the woman across from you and she seemed to realize her mistake, “I never had a courtship with Azumane Asahi. We were and are only friends, we consistently shut down rumors there was any romantic angle to the relationship between us. As for Matsukawa Issei, as you so graciously pointed out, that was before idol training. We were still in high school, we were kids. We had thought our friendship could be more, and we were wrong. He’s still a close friend of mine.”

Clearing her throat, she still tried to maintain her original point, “You haven’t addressed the actual question.”

Rolling your eyes, you continued, “Your actual question was trash, but fine. The two men in question that you’ve mentioned are fairly tall. You want to address the difference between them and Yaku- fine. He’s on the shorter side, but so what?”

“It raises the question of how he caught your attention.” She offered, judgmental eyebrow raised.

“Maybe because he didn’t expect anything after giving garbage.” You shot back, Yaku could imagine your agent was frantically trying to shut the footage down as soon as your demeanor had shifted, but the producer didn’t seem to be budging as the camera kept rolling. “Yaku- Morisuke didn’t pursue me. I pursued him. I knew a high school friend of mine had applied for the national team, so when I saw him in his team sweats I struck up a conversation. It wasn’t meant to lead to where it did.” Suddenly there was a soft look in your eye, and he had to question how you could fake it so easily, but you were already speaking, “I never intended to develop feelings when I met him, but his height doesn’t factor into that in any way. He’s strong and he’s smart and he’s friendlier than people give him credit for and he’s supportive even when he doesn’t know exactly what I’m talking about. Yeah, he’s short. But he’s my short king. That’s all anyone really needs to know.”

He didn’t pay as much attention as the woman tried to regain control of the interview, only noticing that you called it short before they were cutting to commercial.

He didn’t notice when Iwa took the seat next to him.

Until the man spoke.

“You still think it’s fake?”

He jumped, head jerking to look at him, “I have no idea what you mean.”

Iwa rolled his eyes, “Y/N has never been able to fool me. I know when something is fake, when they’re lying. You’ve seen how they get when someone they care about is insulted. You really think that was play acting?”

“Only for a couple more months.”

Sighing, the athletic trainer patter the libero on the shoulder, “You can’t fool me either, you know that, right? Just admit how you feel.”

Yaku would sooner tell Lev that he wasn’t that bad at receives than tell you he had feelings for you he shouldn’t have.

As in: never.

When the six month deadline hit, Yaku had a sour feeling in his gut. He didn’t want you to become a stranger. Posed dates and staged sleepovers could end, fine. He could live with that. But he didn’t want to go back to never seeing you. He didn’t want to hear your name later, or see advertising for a Little Future show, and have to look back on memories of you rather than send you a text to hang out.

You were uncharacteristically quiet, sitting in the same wheelie chair as before, and he would’ve given up the dream of keeping in touch just to see you smile as you spun around again. But you were stiff. Like you didn’t want this to happen…

Did you not want this to happen?

Yaku couldn’t even listen as they talked, too busy analyzing your body language, until he found the words spitting out like vomit interrupting them.

“Y/N, you wanna catch a movie tonight? Maybe dinner?”

You blinked, shifting to look at him, “You… you wanna go out? Like a date?”

He shrugged, “Not like a date. A date. End the fake relationship, maybe start a real one?”

Yaku wasn’t one to lay things out in the line. But even as he held his breath, just waiting for your answer, he couldn’t feel a single regret lingering on his mind.

Especially when the bright and sunny smile bloomed across your face, grasping his hand in both of yours as you laughed, “Looks like someone doesn’t have to pretend to be desirable anymore.”

Dealing with Iwa’s cocky proven right attitude would be worth this.

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#haikyuu #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu yaku #yaku morisuke #yaku x reader #fake dating #idol reader

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depravity-n-savagery · 2 years

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Eddie Headcannon - Bringing Him To Meet Your Whacky (But Lovable) Metalhead Parents 🤘

Eddie Munson x (fem)Reader ✯

✯ - You're nothing like your parents, but they still support you in whatever you like or want to pursue. They'll buy you whatever colorful atrocities you want to wear, or cover your room with. Grin and bear the bubbly music you play whenever they drive you around. They're just happy to see you happy, and you love them for it.

✯ - Unfortunately that also means putting on their best behavior whenever you bring some new preppy or jock guy around to meet them. You never push them to appear 'normal' around your friends or dates. You only ask them not to 'test his worth' by seeing how easily they can weird him out or scare him away. "If he plans on committing to you, this is what he'll have to look forward to anyway. We're just seeing if he can handle it." They'll say. And you understood. So after they sent the last jock running out to his car like the hounds of hell were at his heels, you took a break from dating.

✯ - Then you met Eddie. Introduced to him by Steve - an attempt at an old flame that turned out to be better as friends. Immediately there was something about Eddie that drew you in. His shaggy long hair, the many rings on his fingers, his loud and expressive mannerisms that matched his loud and familiar taste in music. Yes... he felt familiar. He felt like home. So much that you found yourself in his company as often as possible.

✯ - Eddie is lovable, but dense when it comes to picking up on someone's possible affection or attraction towards him. People often run in the opposite direction. Hell, it was weird enough getting used to his new-ish group of friends. A group that you've become a solid part of now. It didn't raise any questions in his mind when you began finding opportunities to be alone with him. Asking him to drive you places? Well, Steve's car is usually full of his unofficially adopted children. So of course he was the second best option. Offering to smoke weed with him at his trailer sometimes? Well, you were shit at rolling your own joints. Having him tag along with you while you run errands or literally do anything? Well, you're... a pretty girl. A very...fucking gorgeous girl in his opinion. So maybe you want him around to keep creeps to coming up to you. Scary dog privileges and all that.

✯ - One day you take Eddie out for milkshakes and lunch, and some brave asshole comes up and decides to flirt with you. Completely ignoring that Eddie is sitting across from you. Having none of it, you quickly turn him down. "Uh... can't you see I'm on a date?" And Eddie almost shoots milkshake out of his nostrils. After the reject leaves your table, Eddie is stuttering. Eyes wide. "A date? With me?? Haha, yeah that definitely scared him off." You squint your eyes at him, grasping onto your straw. "What's that supposed to mean?" Eddie stirs his straw around, looking anywhere but at you. "I mean, obviously you wouldn't really be on a date with me." That only makes you facepalm, dragging your hand down your face with a deep groan. "Did you really not think this was a date, Eddie??"

"Wha- Since WHEN? How was I supposed to know?!"

"I dunno, maybe the romantic mixtape I gave you on the way here? The handholding? We're literally sharing a milkshake!!"

"I thought we were sharing because I'm poor, not because we're on a DATE!"

✯ - That's how your relationship starts. ♡ Once it finally got through his head, he was all in. Finally noticing all the little things he skimmed over in the beginning. Like the way you hummed along to some of the music he played during a drive, even though you never really played that type of music yourself. Or the way you'd input some ideas whenever he was planning for a D&D campaign, even though you said you've never played before.

✯ - Then comes the moment you've been anxiously waiting for. Bringing him over to have dinner with your parents. Eddie was a nervous wreck. Seeing your style, and with his own terrible experiences with Hawkins parents, he thought this was it. Your parents would take one look at him, turn up their noses, and forbid you from being anywhere near him. Regardless of the fact that you were both legal adults and could do as you please. He didn't understand why you were so calm about this. Completely unbothered. Actually, you were excited. Almost bouncing in the passenger's seat of his van. As he pulled up outside your house, you took his hand in yours and looked him in the eyes. "Eddie, honey, trust me. My parents are gonna take one look at you, and understand exactly what drew me to you." You place soft kisses on his rings and knuckles. "Then, they're gonna get to know you. And they're gonna love you. Just like I do." He had to fight back tears, hearing you say those words for the first time. Last thing he needed was to meet your parents with bloodshot eyes and have them think he showed up stoned. "I love you too."

✯ - Your dad is the first one to see Eddie, since he happened to be walking towards the kitchen when you both entered the house. Eddie was prepared to put on his 'good boy voice' and shake your dad's hand. Yeah, nope. Before Eddie could speak your dad turns tail and runs up the stairs yelling for your mom. "Honey!! HONEY!!! Holy fucking shit, you gotta come see this guy! NOW!!" You're caught somewhere between soft embarrassment, and stifling a chuckle once you see Eddie's dumbstruck expression. Was he seeing things... or was your dad wearing a Judas Priest shirt?? Sure enough, once both your parents were downstairs, the realization hit him. Your dad's shirt. Your mom's black painted nailed. The visible tattoos on both of them. His lips curled up into the biggest smile you've ever seen. Oh yeah. He's got this in the bag.

✯ - Obviously none of their usual attempts to scare your dates away would work on Eddie. They didn't even try. Instead, they pretty much stole him away. Asking questions about how you both met and how long you've been seeing each other. Comparing tattoos (the one's in innocent places at least) and music tastes. Deciding to really solidify their love for him, you mentioned something about his D&D campaigns. Your mom was floored, running to get her box full of dice and all her other D&D stuff. By the end of the night he was being invited over AGAIN by your parents, and pulled into two tight hugs.

✯ ‐ When you and Eddie get into your first big argument and go through a short break up, the whole house is in mourning. Your parent's priority is comforting you, always. But you knew they missed him too. Thankfully the issue is resolved and your relationship is stronger than ever. So much that Eddie starts spending the night at your place on weekends.

✯ ‐ One night, after Eddie plays some D&D with your parents (for once he doesn't have to be the DM), you all have dinner together. Nothing new until it's time for Eddie to leave and he gives you his keys. He says he has to pee real quick and asks you to warm up the van for him. You're skeptical about it, but you listen. Twenty minutes later, he comes out to the van. Giddy and walking with an extra pep in his step. "What took you so long?" You asked. He waves it off and makes an excuse, taking his place in the driver's seat.

✯ - A month later, your parents invite you along with them to see some band play at The Hideout. The didn't mention the band's name, but they said it was special performance. You agree, since they sat through that Tears For Fears concert with you. When you get there, you weren't expecting to get seats right in front of the 'stage'. The way your parents hyped it up, you thought the place would be packed. Instead it was a scattered crowd of....eerily familiar faces... wait- is that Steve? The more you looked around, the more you noticed your friends faces around the place. Steve, Robin, Nancy, Johnathan, even Argyle. What the hell is going on?

✯ - Just as you're about to question one of them, you hear footsteps climbing up to the stage. It's Eddie, with the members of Corroded Coffin. He plays a song, something original that he wrote just for the occasion. A romantic song that ends with him hopping off the and getting down on one knee right in front of you. "Will you marry me?" He asks, holding out a ring you've admired before. It was your mother's ring, before your dad bought her a new one for their anniversary. Your parents gave it to him when he asked for their blessing.

✯ - You say yes ♡ crying when he slides the ring onto your finger. It fits perfectly. Just like Eddie fits into your family. You're soon-to-be husband. ♡

A/N: I wrote this in a hurry, so excuse whatever mistakes I missed lolz. This ended up being a lot longer than I expected 😅

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sonelise · 4 months

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Candy apples

Sonic/Elise, tooth rotting fluff, no warnings, this is super self indulgent asgdhsfj

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Elise stares at the drippy and sticky sweet in Sonic’s hand.

“You mean you’ve never had a candy apple before?” He sounds so baffled Elise almost wants to laugh, but her eyes remain stuck on the so-called apple in his hands.

She watches as the sweet-smelling syrup drips down the stick and meets his gloved hands, creating a small orangey puddle in his otherwise soft white gloves.

“No, not really,” she finally tears her eyes away from the candy to look back at the stall at the fair they are visiting. Its soft green and white striped tent catches the attention of many tourists, as they line up to taste the proudly proclaimed “Soleanna Traditional Apple Sweet”. The two teenagers are lucky they got in line early and Sonic was able to snatch one before it got too big.

“I have heard of it, of course, but I've never had one. My ladies-in-waiting always wanted me to have the best diet possible, and they insisted my food be made by the royal chefs only and,” she stops herself and her gaze meets his. He’s smiling softly at her, that way he does when she gets a little lost in her thoughts.

She feels herself smile, too.

“And, well,” her smile turns slightly mischievous, “they’re not here, right now, right?”

His grin matches hers. They’re thinking on the same page.

The pair are at a southern Soleanna town right now. So very different from the big, bustling city Elise grew up with, but she had wanted to see something different. Different, but not too far from her home, should they need her, and Sonic had been more than happy to comply.

So far, most of their dates had been in Soleanna's Castle Town. Elise had loved her adventure with Sonic, but had been determined to stay near her home for some time. Just to guarantee its safety.

It has been a while now, though. Things have calmed down and, well, Sonic is always willing to go anywhere.

And, more importantly, take her anywhere.

“If you wanna, we could go somewhere new!” Sonic had spread his arms out to emphasize the scope they had, the whole world, just for them. Then he drew back a bit, “I know you want to stay close, so maybe we could just visit a different city?” He propped his hands back on the balcony railing where he sat. His sense of balance, impeccable as ever.

Elise brings a finger to her chin, considering his words. Sonic waits for her answer as the breeze ruffles his fur and quills. It blows her hair gently in the wind, and he is stunned for a few seconds. He feels a little glad she’s still thinking and he gets this moment just to admire her.

It’s been so much fun hanging out with Elise in Soleanna. Sonic knows better than anyone how much one single place can offer for fun; he never tires of certain places either, but he’s been hoping to visit somewhere new lately. He knows she enjoyed the different views their adventure showed her. Elise has practically stayed her entire life in Soleana’s Castle Town, and the hedgehog can’t wait to show her different places. (He thinks she’d like Chun-Nan. Sonic hopes she’ll agree to go there someday.)

The princess had stayed silent for a minute before nodding, a bright smile on her face, determination shining in her eyes and Sonic had smiled back, ignoring the slight warmth on his cheeks.

He'd scooped her up and enjoyed the few seconds of running where she nestled her head in his shoulder while he carried the both of them to a beachy town in the south.

Popular with tourists and famous for its crowds, the hero and the princess could probably get lost in the crowd, no one to notice two outsiders in particular.

And lost they got.

The two had been exploring the seaside town for a couple of hours, they'd shared some lunch, courtesy of Elise, who’d insisted she pay, and had been visiting the various little fairs the town offered.

The two teens had been just walking around, taking in the sights together. They’d stopped at one point, near one of the countless docks, admiring the view, when a sweet smell caught Elise’s nose.

Curious, the girl followed her nose through the crowds, where a jolly looking man had been stirring a big pot with a stick. The smell came from his tent, Elise could only wonder what it was.

In a second, Sonic was at her side. “What’s up?” He asked, standing on the tip of his toes to try to see into the stock pan. The table the pot was on and its height meant the hero couldn’t see what was inside from his spot.

“Oh,” Elise looked back down to her boyfriend, “I just smelt something sweet and I wanted to see what it was.”

“Ah, ‘course, yeah!” Sonic nodded with a smile.

The blue teen seemed to think of something suddenly, before his cheeks took on a pink hue.

Elise tilted her head slightly but before she could ask anything, Sonic beat her to it, “wanna share one?” He asks with a shy but determined look on his face.

The girl smiles back, but her eyebrows are scrunched in confusion. “Share what?” She asks carefully.

Sonic blinks twice and then he’s the one confused. “An apple?” He gestures lightly, in the tent’s direction.

“Oh! Is that what that smell is?” Elise brightens, looking away from him in an attempt to see better into the tent.

“Wait, you don’t know?” Sonic asks, baffled.

She looks back at him. “No,” she says, more as if it were a question, like she isn’t sure herself.

“Oh, no way I’m letting that stay that way,” he says with a sudden grin, “c’mon, Elise!” He grabs her hand and pulls her towards the slowly forming line, not noticing the instant blush that covers the princess’ face while their hands touch.

They’re lucky the line is short, the wind had been blowing towards the ocean and most of the fair hadn’t felt the sweet wafting smell yet. The two teens are some of the first in line.

They don’t wait long before the people in front of them get their candied apple and leave, and then it’s their turn. Sonic insists he pay for this one, with a slight blush covered face he pulls his wallet out of his quills and hands the payment to the human man running the tent.

The older man nods as the hedgehog asks for a single apple, with a kind look in his eyes, he picks the sweetest apple coated in candy he has. The human gives the two teenagers their apple with a joyful smile and waves before the next customer, while the hero and princess walk away.

The two walk back to the port they had been near before. The sun is setting and there’s an empty bench nearby, facing the sea. Sonic is the first to hop on the bench, careful with the candy in his hand. He then looks at the human girl with an eager grin.

Elise smiles back and pulls her dress close so she can sit properly on the bench.

Sonic waits for her to adjust her clothes while admiring the way the ocean shines as the sun dips to meet it, and Elise can’t help but admire her own view.

She blinks once and then he’s turned to her. This way, with the both of them sitting on the bench, their height difference is a little smaller, but Elise doesn’t have time to really notice that because Sonic switches the hand that holds the apple and now it’s between them.

Elise notices how what she thought was fully solid before seems to have melted a bit in the descending sun and is slowly dripping down the stick it’s held on.

Elise makes a grossed out face, and Sonic starts snickering. “What’s wrong, princess?” He teases with a smirk, bringing the candied fruit closer to her. The girl doesn’t back away, only continues to stare at the snack strangely.

“I thought it would be… more solid.” She finally settles on.

Sonic blinks to the sky then back to his girlfriend, “well, it is kinda hot today,” he says. “It should be less sticky,” he switches hands again, noticing the way the syrup had started traveling down the stick to create a puddle in his gloves. “Oh, gross,” he chuckles.

“Either way,” he holds the apple up to a better height for her, “wanna give it a try?”

Elise stares at the drippy and sticky sweet in Sonic’s hand.

She hesitates. “Is it good?” She asks, hoping for some confirmation from her boyfriend before trying it.

The hedgehog gives her a lopsided smile. “Sure,” he says with a shrug, “here, I’ll take a bite.” He does just that, taking a small chunk out of it. He munches on it fine enough, then swallows with a lifted eyebrow and small smirk. “I’m not super fond of sweets, but it is pretty good. Fruit candy is always the best, in my opinion.” He grin.

“You?” He offers the apple to her.

The girl holds her hand out to take it with a nod. He hands it to her and she quickly takes a bite. A scrunched face swiftly turns to a bright smile with full cheeks. She swallows it, before announcing cheerfully, “it’s pretty good!” Then takes another bite.

Sonic snickers again, arms folded up behind his head as he leans against the bench, “told ya.”

“Yes, well, honestly I was scared it’d be,” she searches for the words. “Like one of your,” she grins, “more particular tastes.”

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?” He demands in mock outrage, fake indignation complete with a barely contained smirk.

“Sonic,” she giggles, “I’ve heard of how you eat ice cream.”

“What? Who told you?” He demands with a laugh.

Elise laughs. “Blaze did!” She bends over slightly with her laughing. “She told me the last time we saw each other. I’ve heard of the jalapeño!”

“Oh, no fair! I never should’ve introduced you two! You guys are teaming up on me,” he laments, dramatically shaking a fist at the sky.

“No, you shouldn’t have,” she laughs. Then smirks deviously, “we get on like a house on fire.”

Sonic stares at her baffled before erupting in laughter.

Elise joins him in his laughter and, as the sun finally plunges into the sea, their laughter lights up the docks, together with the slow buzz of the lamps being turned on.

“That was a good one!” He remarks, and Elise beams. “Thank you! I thought it was pretty good, too.”

The two descend into a comfortable silence, taking turns to bite at the apple, until the stick is the only thing remaining in the princess’ hands. Her gloves also turned sticky and honeyed now.

She looks down to where her gloves have turned orangey, then looks to Sonic’s also spotted gloves where he rests his hands on the bench, gazing at the few stars that have already started shining.

The princess stares at him for a second, before her eyes face the sea, too.

“Thank you, Sonic,” she says out loud, not looking at him, “today was incredible.”

She’s still staring at the calm waters and ever darkening sky, but she can hear the gentle smile in his face as he nods with a content hum.

#sonelise #princess elise #sonic #my fic #fic #sonic the hedgehog #been in my docs for far too long i never knew how to end it but im tired!! enough! its being posted >:]#anyway this one has been rotating in my mind for soo long i really like this one!!#hope u all enjoy too :]

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beabeemu · 1 year

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How you two met

Itoshi sae x reader

How you two met

warnings: Mentions of blood, hospital, curse words. FLUFFF

MASTER LIST ; Taglist Form

word count: 794

“Watch out!” someone shouted but it was already too late my face had already met with the football.

Then I blacked out

As I opened my eyes I was met with a red-haired guy, who looked like he thought this was all a drag.

“Good you’re awake, Can you stand?”

“What the fuck happened” I demanded him

“I accidentally kicked a football at you” he offered a hand, i ignored it and stood up on my own. I rubbed my forehead, i heard him let out a sound, my brows furrowed i looked at him as if asking what was wrong, he pointed on my forehead and said

“ you’re bleeding”

I touched my forehead, not believing him, I looked at my head and there it was.

Who wouldve thought that something as hitting your face with a ball would cause this so much bleeding. I stood there staring at my hand, he mustve thought that i was going crazy because the next thing I knew I getting hauled up in a car.

“Hey! Careful i’m still bleeding y’know”

“Yeah yeah, so snap out of it and get in the car, I’m taking you to a hospital, The paramedics here are on a day off”

Paramedics?

Oh that’s right

We were on a football field. I was supposed to meet with my uncle – who owns the whole place– But I didn’t know where he was so I started to wander off, That was when I got hit in the head with a football by this lovely man over here who is now driving us to the hospital.

“What were you even doing there in the first place? That whole place is closed today y’know?”

“I know that, I was supposed to have lunch with my uncle, but I coudn’t find him so I was just looking around”

“How did you even get in” he grunted, he’s probably annoyed by now. Yeah well atleast his head isn’t bleeding

“Can you ask questions later? My head hurts”

“We’re almost there, don’t die on me”

“I wouldn’t mind dying right now”

“Well I do, I don’t want a dead body in my car, Might as well throw you out the window”

“Well, whose fault was it again?”

He just grunted and continued driving, trying to get to the hospital as fast as possible.

I won

I passed out again

When I woke up we were at the hospital, and he helped me out of the car. When we got inside, I was immediately taken by a nurse, they patched my wound up and said that I should be careful from now on and said that I might risk getting internal bleeding if I wasn’t careful. Yeah no pressure

When I got out of the room I saw Mr. football sitting on a bench. I called out to him, and he stood up in front of me and said “glad you're not dead”

“Gee thanks”

“I told the nurse that I’ll pay your bills but then she asked me your name”

“Right, You don’t have to pay. I can manage”

“No I want to”

I shrugged “If you insist”

We walked to the front desk, I asked her for the bill, I handed her the paper that the doctor gave me, she typed something on her monitor and said “Your total is *****, cash or credit?”

Geez, it’s like buying clothes and not paying the doctor for saving me from dying.

“Credit” I heard him say beside me, He then handed her a credit card. She took it absentmindedly. She swiped it and gave it back, she must’ve seen the name because she looked at him as fast as the speed of light.

Needless to say, her eyes were as wide as saucers and were frozen like a deer in front of headlights. I was confused, is he famous or something?

“H-here you go, u-um the ointment and painkillers the doctor recommended you can be bought at a drugstore, there’s one near here”

“Oh, ok then thank you” I said and started walking towards the exit. He was trailing behind me, then I came to realization.

My phone was gone, and my bag.

Shit I must’ve left it at the field.

“If you’re looking for your stuff it’s in my car” he said behind me, I sighed in relief.

We stood in front of his car, he opened the door and handed me my bag.

“Thank you for helping me, and sorry for the trouble”

He just nodded

“By the way, what’s your name?”

“Itoshi sae”

I stopped for a second

So that’s why

“Oh, well I’m Y/N L/N, I’ll let you leave I can handle it from here. Thank you again for everything” I bowed and left.

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havecourage-darling · 2 years

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Firsts: The First Conversation

AO3 link || Part 8 of 12 (each chapter is a standalone)

<< The First Argument || Masterlist || Meeting The Family >>

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Henderson!Reader

wc: ~4.1K

warnings: none it's all fluuuff

A/N: Hi! So, just because a few people have asked -- this will probably be my last firsts post before Volume II drops. Whatever ends up being canon, I’m sticking to this timeline in firsts lol (@marvel, catch me ignoring most canon there, infinity war who?) I might get to a request before Friday but, not super sure yet! Thank you, thank you for your lovely comments!

See you guys on the flip side!

Dipping the wooden spoon into the pot on the far left, you brought it to your mouth and nodded to yourself. It only needed a little more salt. The timer at the top of the shelf buzzed, indicating that the cookies in the oven were done. With practiced hands, you slipped on a pair of oven mitts and pulled the tray out. Flicking the fire lower, you paused to twirl at the chorus of the familiar melody coming from the radio a few steps away.

The loud buzzing sound of your doorbell echoed throughout your apartment and you blinked. Glancing at the clock above your small table, you couldn’t think of who’d be passing by. The door buzzed again and you grumbled.

“I’m coming!” You shouted, using the dish towel to wipe the remnants of food off your hands. Padding over to the door and stretching up to check through the peephole, you laughed.

“Did you lose your keys again?” You asked, barely keeping down your teasing grin.

Eddie stood at your door, a large bouquet of lilies in hand and an equally big grin to match. “I’m here to pick up my fiancé have you seen her?”

“Yeah, sorry, you just missed her. She ran out screaming when she saw the pile of laundry you forgot to do this morning,” you said, leaning your hip against the doorframe. Eddie’s eyes glinted and you reached for the offered flowers. “Are these a sorry for the laundry? Because if so, you owe me like five of them.”

Chuckling, he shook his head. “I told you this morning I’d do it tonight but you don’t remember because you were blissfully half-conscious. Some of us had early shifts today,” he said, walking in. Watching him as he puttered around, he shoved his boots off by the door, placed his coat next to yours, and finally tossed his socks onto the growing pile of laundry – that you were both ignoring in the hallway. “Besides, it’s your fault I hardly got any sleep.”

Mock outraged, you whirled around, vase in hand. “How is it my fault?”

His brow rose and the corner of his mouth rose into a smug little smile. “You know what you’re doing to me when you wear that black thing to bed,” he said, walking over to the kitchen counter and leaning onto it. “You know I can’t resist you. In anything you wear really. So, it’s actually always your fault. In fact, if you want…”

You knew he was joking but there was some truth in it. In your defense, he’d been travelling for gigs the two weeks prior. You always felt a little insatiable the week of his return.

“What are the flowers for?” You asked, ignoring his triumphant look.

“I saw them on my lunch break,” he said, “they reminded me of you.”

You glanced over at him and saw his earnest expression. Something soft in your chest yawned awake and your heart tripped over itself at the sight. “Eddie…they’re beautiful, thank you.” You leaned over to kiss him. “Dinner is almost done, are you hungry?”

“It smells amazing,” he said, setting the table as you put the flowers in water. “I’m still going to beat you tomorrow.”

You and Eddie alternated on who cooked dinner, both of you getting strangely competitive on who could impress the other more.

“Aw, it’s nice to have dreams and aspirations,” you teased, laughing when he shot you a disgruntled look.

Grabbing two forks, you settled into the seat across from him and groaned when you sat. Eddie’s eyes raked over you suspiciously. “What’s wrong?”

“My stupid ankles,” you said, rolling the aching joints, and Eddie sighed. Reaching for them, he placed them onto his lap and rubbed the delicate skin softly. “I tripped too many times running from monsters in the night.”

“You need to get that looked at,” he said sternly, eyes lighting up at your joke anyway.

You snorted. As if you had time for that. Eddie’s band had new concert dates you needed to help organize, you had a big gallery coming up in California that you’d need to travel to – Steve’s graduation was soon. “I will, eventually, we’re busy,” you stressed, digging into your plate. “Oh, Munson, you’re going to have a hard time topping that.”

With an eye roll, he took a bite and you saw the pleasure flash across his expression before he managed to school it into a neutral one. “It’s alright,” he joked, squeezing one of your ankles to keep you from kicking him. “Okay, it’s great. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

Hiding your triumphant grin behind your sip of water, Eddie pinched your calf. You jolted, glaring at him. “Don’t be a sore loser,” you said, sticking out your tongue.

“Don’t be a sore loser,” he mimicked you, flicking a crumb your way.

Ignoring him, you took an exaggerated bite. “So, I was talking to Steve today,” you said, pushing a vegetable over to his plate.

“What’s Harrington up to?” Eddie asked.

“He said he’d come by next weekend with that record he found for you,” you smiled, “said that he didn’t want to be anywhere near us this week.”

Eddie laughed, eyes coming up to yours knowingly. “Gareth said the same thing,” he placed a piece of bread onto your plate, “apparently we’re still insufferable after all these years.”

“Five years, huh?” You said, chewing thoughtfully. “Did you think we’d make it this far?”

“Yes,” he said, without any hesitation and taking another bite. Grinning, you shook your head at him. “What? I did. I knew it from the first time we met.”

“We met in elementary school,” you reminded him.

Eddie sighed. “Yeah, but that’s because everyone in Hawkins went to the same elementary school. We didn’t know each other until high school.”

“The Halloween dance?” You furrowed your brows.

“I mean, technically we had spoken before that,” Eddie said. “The first time was on the football field outside, sophomore year.”

Sophomore year? Wait, wasn’t the first time you both had a real conversation as freshman? Ecstatic that you had something over him, you brought a hand up to clutch at your imaginary pearls and gaped at him. “Oh my God, you don’t remember when we really spoke for the first time.” Over the years you’d come to realize how fun it was to be over the top dramatic with Eddie. Perfect for moments of gloating.

Narrowing his eyes at you, Eddie shook his head. “This is going to be really embarrassing for you, princess,” he said, eyes glinting.

Fuck, did you love this dumbass and his smug little smiles.

“Oh really?” You said, leaning your chin onto your palm. “Please, by all means, tell me.”

Eddie grimaced as the scrape across his hand bled sluggishly. He flexed his fingers, watching the skin stretch as he did. It was his fault for not looking – he’d tripped running outside and managed to catch himself on the wall. The brick had torn his palms but he’d barely noticed at the time.

He was hiding from Jason Carver’s posse. There was no shame in running and he’d escaped their clutches when they tried to corner him twenty minutes ago. He was sure they’d give up and go home since they weren’t going to find him here. Lucky for him, he always parked his bike in the back. Soon, when he got his permit, Wayne would let him get a car.

Caught up in his thoughts, leaning against the bleachers behind the fence on the football field, Eddie felt his soul leave his body at the sound of footsteps.

“Eddie Munson?” A voice timidly called out.

Who the hell was that? Eddie frowned. That voice was definitely too high for it to be a jock’s.

A wide-eyed looking girl popped out from behind the next section of seating and waved, unsure.

“Yeah? Who’s asking?” He asked.

He knew you, where did he know you from? He recognized you quickly enough to know you’d probably gone to school together but there was something else. Narrowing his eyes, it hit him a moment later. He’d seen you around with that Harrington guy – another sophomore who’d gotten welcomed into the popular crowd with open arms. Basketball players.

“Henderson?” He guessed, not entirely sure.

A pleased look erupted on your face and you nodded. “Steve told me he saw you coming in this direction?”

Eddie froze. Shit. If he’d been seen by that baby jock asshole in the making the others would follow soon enough.

“Did you need something from me?” He asked, impatient.

“Yeah.” Darting your eyes around the open field nervously, Eddie had to fight a laugh. You looked completely out of your element.

“Are you going to tell me what it is?” He teased, shaking his hair from his eyes.

Eddie watched your eyes light up, the spark in them completely transforming your face. “If you give me a second,” you huffed, hand disappearing into your backpack. Eddie’s eyes stayed on you; curiosity peaked. What did a popular wannabe want with him?

“Sorry,” you said, sheepishly when you seemed not to be able to find what you were looking for. Dumping your bag onto the grass, you pulled several things out and Eddie felt his jaw drop.

“Is that a D20 die?” He asked, taking a step forward.

You stilled, hand still in your bag. “A what?” You asked, looking confused. Glancing around the ground at your belongings, you pointed to the pair of dice lying on top of a notebook. “This?”

Eddie nodded.

“No, well yes, I think,” you said, smiling lightly, “that’s my brother’s. His name is Dustin – him and his best friends love that game. He left his dice at Nancy’s and she gave it back to me this morning. It’s his favorite set, I got it for him last Christmas.”

“Do you play?” He asked, intrigued.

“God no,” you laughed and Eddie felt his interest in you tank. “Dustin has tried so many times but I don’t have the mental capacity for it. It’s too much to keep track of. I always end up dying like two seconds into the game.”

Eddie was trying to think of what to say to that when you popped a hand out with a few folded bills. “Found it! Sorry, Steve just shoved it into my bag and I carry a bunch of stuff.”

Suddenly it all made sense. You wanted to buy from him.

“Holy shit, I was thinking the world had upended itself,” Eddie laughed, reaching into his own bag. “I thought I was losing it there for a second.”

“What? Why?” You asked, zippering your bag up.

Eddie snorted, tossing you a bag. “Why anyone in Harrington’s circle would deign to talk to me,” he said, laughing.

You clearly didn’t – find it funny that is. Eddie watched your brows furrow and your arms cross. “I’ve never even spoken to you before, why would you think that?”

“Everyone’s judging me without really knowing me, why wouldn’t I do the same?” Eddie snorted, counting the bills. “Here, I can give you a discount for the trouble.”

Surprising him again, you shook your head. “Harrington has enough money, keep it,” you said and then did something that shocked him. You smiled. It felt like someone had kicked Eddie in the shin, knocking him off balance. Huh. You had a nice smile.

“Well, if you insist,” he said, pocketing the money quickly. The sounds of footsteps had Eddie pulling you to the ground, ducking behind the cover of the bleachers.

“Who are you hiding from?” You whispered, head popping out next to him.

“The basketball team,” he snorted.

You frowned. “Why? What did you do?”

Eddie whirled to stare at you. “Right, because I had to have been the one to invoke their anger,” he sneered.

Surprising him a third time, instead of recoiling like he thought you would, you rolled your eyes. “Oh, get off your high horse,” you huffed, “I know most of them are assholes but you had have pissed them off. I saw Carver and Smith walk past me like twenty minutes ago with deflated basketballs.”

“Okay, so I accidentally popped their stupid balls,” Eddie said, huffing a laugh at the double meaning. What? It was funny.

“How did you even – you know what, I don’t want to know.” You sighed. “Did you need a ride?”

Eddie almost snapped his neck from the speed in which he turned to you. Were you joking? Was this a trap to deliver him to them?

“You have a car?”

“Not yet,” you said, “I’m like another three months away from having enough. My mom said I can have my dad’s car but…I wanted something else.”

“So, a ride from who?”

“Steve,” you said, tone flippant.

Eddie laughed so hard he almost choked. “Yeah, okay. Me getting a ride from Harrington. That’s a good one Henderson.”

You rolled your eyes. “You can’t hide out here all afternoon.”

“Of course, I can,” he said, getting comfortable. “Now go on, we have a deal well struck.”

“Alright,” you sighed, standing and dusting grass off your legs. Eddie let his eyes stray to the curve of your hips and down your legs for a second before darting away. “Don’t say I never offered.”

“Tell Harrington if he wants to send you for all our future deals I wouldn’t object,” he teased, eyes lingering on yours for a second too long.

You turned around, hair shining in the sun and grinned at him. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” You said, eyes twinkling, before disappearing through the parking lot.

Well, that was interesting.

“I actually did forget about that,” you admitted, smiling at the memory. “I thought you were staring at my ass.”

“Aha! So, I am right,” he said, stupidly handsome smug smile growing, “and of course I wasn’t. I was staring at your legs.”

You snorted and crossed your arms. “Not even close.”

“What? You just said-”

“Freshman year,” you spoke over him.

“What?” He cried out.

“Drama classroom, afterschool. You were looking for a place to hold Hellfire Club and I was there helping organize the next meeting for the Drama Club. I was crying…” you watched as Eddie’s indignant expression morphed into something resembling a wince.

He threw up his hands and shook his head. “In my defense-”

“Excuses, excuses.”

You angrily wiped the tears from your face. Sinking down to the nearest chair, you pressed your forehead against the cool desk.

The classroom was quiet. The whole school was quiet. Only a handful of teachers stayed past afterschool and you knew that no one would come into the drama room. All of the club members went out for milkshakes after practice.

It was only because of that fact, that you let yourself start to cry earnestly. Your sobs echoed pathetically in the silence. Your breath came too quick, getting stuck in your throat, and making your chest heave with an ugly sound.

Steve and Nancy knew that it was your birthday soon. They were both badgering you for what you wanted to do but you’d insisted on just going to the movies. They were your friends – and you’d made new friends in the Drama and English clubs, you just wanted to spend time with them.

Tommy, the younger brother of the captain of the basketball team, heard you and cornered you after Steve had left. He’d shoved you into the locker, tripping you so that you slammed your temple into the door on the way down.

“We’re on our way to the top, Henderson, you’re just a stupid nerd who’s dragging him down. What a fucking loser. Who would want you around?”

His laughter bounced in your head, burrowing deeper and deeper until it had found a permanent home.

“Harrington will wake up one day and realize you’re just a fucking poser. A charity case. A crybaby with a dead dad.”

The words had hurt, because no matter how quickly you jabbed back at them – no matter how high you titled your nose up at him - his words always managed to pierce through. You hated how they managed to plant a seed of self-doubt. The fact that you gave them that power. But…a part of you wondered also – why was Steve still hanging around you?

Because he’s your friend! Your mind supplied. He has been since you were toddlers.

Yeah, but was that enough?

“Oh, shit, sorry I didn’t realize someone was in here,” a voice said, startling you. Straightening, you didn’t try to hide your tears. You took after your mother – whenever either of you cried, your entire face puffed up and there was no hiding it.

“Drama Club finished twenty minutes ago,” you said, through your tears.

The boy, you realized, with wide brown eyes and short shaggy hair shook his head. “Oh I – uh, wasn’t looking for the Drama Club. Or well, I was looking for Mrs. Collins.”

“Oh. She left.”

“Right, yeah, I see that uh – I was looking to start a club and we need somewhere to practice,” he rambled, eyes widening with every sniffle, “and my science teacher said the Drama room was empty after four…”

“It usually is,” you said, blurry vision glancing around the empty room.

“Yeah, I see that, um…I don’t know if you know this but you have a pretty bad shiner on your forehead,” he said, stepping closer to you.

Fingers automatically went up to the small bump that had formed after Tommy had tripped you.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his hands clasped in front of him. “Uh, I’m Eddie. Eddie Munson.”

“Oh. Hi, I’m-” your voice cracked and your face crumpled.

“Okay, okay, it’s okay,” Eddie said, voice panicked.

“I’m s-sorry,” you stumbled over your words, turning your back to him. How fucking mortifying. Not only did you not stand up for yourself, you couldn’t even cry about it alone.

“Hey, you don’t need to be sorry,” his voice went soft, “did someone…do this to you?”

“I tripped,” you said quickly, not wanting to sacrifice anymore of your dignity.

Eddie nodded, coming around your chair and crouching down before you. “I’ve tripped before, usually by the basketball or football team,” he added softly, “so trust me, I get it.”

Saying nothing, you bit down on your lip and tried to will your tears to stop.

“You don’t have to tell me, I just want you to know that whoever did or said something to make you upset, they’re likely going to end up balding, pathetically alone, and with like, fifty cats. Okay?” Eddie said, ducking to catch your gaze. “You look smart, you’ll probably end up like president or something. I’d vote for you.”

You laughed wetly, your eyes meeting his.

“There you go!”

Shivering, you shot him a small smile and pointed to the desk at the far back. “If you leave her a note, she’ll read it in the morning when she comes in.”

“Who?” Eddie said, looking around.

“Mrs. Collins,” you laughed quietly at his confusion.

“Oh, right, duh,” Eddie said. You started to gather your books, making sure everything was put away when you felt a warm, soft sweater drop onto your shoulders. Eddie’s black t-shirt was thin, his arms bare, and you shook your head.

“It’s okay-”

“I’ve got my jacket in my locker,” Eddie insisted. “You can leave it on Mrs. Collins’ desk and I’ll pick it up tomorrow after school. You look like you need it.”

You burrowed into Eddie’s sweater, his scent calming you. His arms were hovering awkwardly but you didn’t care. He wasn’t judging you and you were cold.

“Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks.”

His responding smile warmed you from the inside out. “Don’t worry about it.”

If he minded that you ended up keeping the sweater for an extra week before returning it, he’d never said anything.

“I can’t believe I totally forgot that. I thought you were so cute and I was kicking myself for not asking for your name.” Eddie smiled at the memory, shaking his head. “That poor sucker didn’t know what was coming for him.”

“Creatures that go bump in the night, murder charges, and a music career?”

“No, well, yes,” Eddie relented, “I meant, meeting the love of his life.”

“Ah,” you nodded, “that girl you met junior year at the Hideout? She sounded lovely. Sara? Beth?”

Eddie’s fingers pinched your leg and you squeaked. “Smartass,” he said, laughing.

“What I am, is right,” you reminded him, “we were, what? Fifteen? God, Tommy was such a shithead.”

“You know, it’s rude to always be right all the time,” Eddie said, huffing. “I don’t know how I didn’t remember you at the football field. You’d cut your hair but – I should’ve remembered you.”

“We both had a lot going on in those early days – actually, all of high school was kind of a chaotic mess,” you said, laughing. “I don’t know why you still question me. I’ve got a steel trap memory.”

Eddie snorted. “Says the woman who forgot our four-year anniversary.”

“It was a stressful time for me!” You said, defensively. He’d really never let you live that down.

“I was on tour and I still remembered,” Eddie said.

“Alright, climb down from your morally high ground, it was one time,” you huffed, waving a hand in the air.

Eddie laughed softly, reaching across the table and took your left hand in his. You watched as his thumb caressed your knuckles softly, his finger coming to a stop at the diamond ring that had been a recent addition. It was a family heirloom, one of the last things Wayne had of his grandmother. You’d almost insisted that he keep it for himself but he and Eddie had looked so emotional at the sight of it on your hand that you couldn’t help it. It looked like it belonged on you from the moment he slid it onto your finger.

“Technically, our anniversary isn’t until tomorrow,” Eddie said, “but I want to give you your gift tonight.”

“If you say something sexual, I’m going kick you-”

Eddie burst out into laughter and shook his head. “Is your mind always in the gutter? I swear people really don’t believe me when I tell them I have to beat you off with a stick.”

“Oh, poor you, your girlfriend wants to have sex with you all the time,” you teased, “I’m glad to give you break if that’s what you’d like.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” he said, narrowing his eyes.

“Try me,” you said.

You both stared at each other, daring the other to make the first move. With practiced movement, you immediately jumped to your feet, shrieking when he lunged for you. Laughing, you ran circles around the living room before darting down the hall. Eddie’s hands gripped your hips and you both slammed into your bedroom door.

His eyes were sparkling, his breath fast from running, and his hand came up to cradle your cheek. “I’m always going to catch you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Because I let you,” you whispered, smiling at his eyeroll.

Eddie shook his head, reaching behind you to turn the doorknob. “Oh look, our bed is right there.”

Biting your cheek to keep from smiling, you shrugged. “What a coincidence.”

“Hmm,” Eddie hummed, lips coming to your neck. “Would you look at that.”

“And you had the audacity to point the finger at me,” you said, hips twitching when his thigh came up between your legs. “I have to beat you off with a stick, my ass.”

“You know I can’t resist you,” he said, voice deepening, as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your neck.

Before you could sarcastically quip anything, you both lost your footing and tumbled towards the ground. Groaning, you felt your hip throb at the impact. “Clearly, we’re both still just as smooth,” you said, laughing. Eddie joined you, both of you shaking with a hysterical type of laughter that only spurred the other on more.

“I’m going to pee,” you warned him, wiping tears off your face.

“Okay, okay,” he said, trying to stand but tripping on the rug and landing on the bed face first.

“Oh my God,” you giggled, throwing your elbow across your face, “we’re hopeless.”

Eddie’s head popped from the bed, hair disarrayed, and a wide grin on his face. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

You smiled, laughter still bouncing around in your chest, love for him bursting from every nerve in your body – like always.

“Me neither.”

A/N: also! I've been asked a few times -- I will be writing something covering S4 with this Eddie and this reader! I'm also taking requests (tentatively) if anyone has any!

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descendantofthesparrow · 1 year

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Days in the sun - Walter Deville x Reader - P4

The rest of that afternoon was spent with Evie and (y/n), I had to hide my smile behind my hand as I chatted with Evie, (y/n) was practically ignoring us for the book I had given her. Her eyes were completely glued to the pages, almost forgetting there was food in front of her as Evie and I talked about her stay so far and how exactly she had been found by Oliver.

“Seriously you put a book in front of her and she goes into her own dimension,” Eive chuckled, waving her hand in front of (y/n)’s face, (y/n) not even glancing up, flipping another page of the princess bride. I couldn't help my grin, laughing quietly as (y/n) finally looked up, only to grab a strawberry and then go back to the book.

“Are we boring or something?” I asked Evie, scrunching my nose as she shrugged, sticking a fork into her salad. “Compared to the book-probably” Evie mumbled, reaching out and tapping the top of the book down, (y/n) pouting at Evie once her face was revealed. “Do you mind? I'm invested.” (y/n) grumbled, making Evie and I laugh as she went back to the book.

I snorted softly, licking my lips as I pushed my finished plate aside, one of my servants quickly taking it away and to the kitchens. “So, how exactly did you and (y/n) meet?” I asked, (y/n) had given me some insight into their friendship, but I don’t recall if she had told me the details. Evie hummed, giving me a knowing look as she rested her elbows on the table.

“Well, we met about four years ago, we were both working at a gig, and we got along pretty well. I heard her talking to herself about using that night's tips to get herself a hotel room that night, and well-I offered her a place to stay for a little bit-at least till she got back on her feet.” Evie explained, (y/n) glancing up to smile at her and joining in on the conversation “I told her she didn’t have to, I was a practical stranger, but she insisted-and four years later-here we are~” (y/n) sang, I couldn’t help but laugh, gods I had missed her so much.

“Here we are,” Evie hummed, stealing a strawberry from (y/n) as she went to reach for one, giving her a smirk of victory as (y/n) glared/pouted at Evie. “There is an entire bowl of strawberries right in front of you, and you go for the ones on my plate? For shame Eve” (y/n) hissed playfully, stealing a crouton off Evie’s plate and making a loud crunch noise as she ate it. I laughed as Evie gasped like (y/n) had insulted her mother, her hand on her chest while her mouth gaped open.

“Please, no cat fights at lunch.” I joked, taking my ‘strawberry’ lemonade and taking a long sip, shaking my head as (y/n) rolled her eyes and gave a dramatic flair of her hand as she spoke-Evie almost cackling as she did. “As the lord commands~”

Fuck I had missed her so much. And I really loved this developed sarcastic/funny side to her, she had been sarcastic before, and never failed to make me laugh-but the way she spoke now just sent butterflies through my stomach.

(y/n) went back to the book as Evie and I continued to talk, she eventually asked about the non-existent Cecile Deville, correctly assuming I would be related to her-but unfortunately, she didn’t exist. I did my best to create a sudden lie about my ‘niece’-not really expecting Evie to ask about the false Deville. I could feel (y/n)’s eyes on me, and I could tell she knew I was lying, but she didn’t say anything; just going back to her book.

Soon enough my attention was called away, and I had to hold back a sigh; wanting to spend more time around (y/n). “Well, have a good afternoon ladies, I’ll see you later.” I chanced a glance at (y/n), smiling as I saw her already looking at me, a small smile on her lips. ‘see you’ she mouthed, going back to her book as Evie turned to her, chatting away as I walked back into the manor, Mr. Fields stepping closer to me.

“Good afternoon sir, the dresses you ordered for Lady Alexander have been delivered” I hummed with a nod, taking the small stack of papers he handed to me and heading towards my study. “Good, have the cocktail dress delivered to her room, and the other two to my room for now, ” I muttered, pausing for a moment as I remembered (y/n)s plight. “oh, I have one more to order for tomorrow night, once it’s here, deliver it to lady Godkin’s room.” I muttered, continuing on as Mr. Field paused, wondering who lady Godkin was.

“Godkin, sir?” I froze, oh shit-I hadn’t realized, licking my lips slightly as I turned back to my butler, just glad I hadn’t called her by her married name. “Yes, (y/n) Godkin.” he actually looked surprised to hear her name connected to the last. “Make sure her dress is delivered to her room upon arrival.” He just slowly nodded, hiding his frown as I turned away and went into my study, sitting at my desk and getting back to work.

While I did that, I made sure to call one of my younger servants, the one who had helped me order Evie’s dresses(since I wasn’t exactly tech savvy) and ordered (y/n)’s cocktail dress, my mouth watering as I imagined her in that sleek black gown, her leg peeking out from the fabric.

Fuck I needed to calm down…and a cold shower. I let out a long breath, forcing the image from my mind and getting back to work, soon perking up as someone knocked on my door. “Come in,” I said aloud, just in case it wasn’t one of my wives-but I could smell Lucy��s perfume from here.

She stepped inside, her bright blonde hair pulled back in a small ponytail, two locks of hair framing her face. “Ah, Lucy.” I stood, making my way around the desk and leaning against the front, nodding at my youngest wife. “Is something wrong?” she shook her head, glancing back at the door before smiling at me. “I was just wondering, who Evelyn’s friend is? I know this morning Viktoria asked about her, and you were….iffy about it, but I was hoping you might give me better insight without her around.” I just hummed, crossing my arms, wondering how to explain (y/n) to Lucy.

I couldn’t tell her the truth exactly, while I did trust her, I didn’t trust her enough to not accidentally spill to Viktoria-who wouldn’t hesitate on destroying (y/n), even if it meant her death. I settled on a half-truth, “She is connected to my family, a Godkin actually-the original heirs to the Deville fortune,” Lucy looked genuinely surprised to hear that, and I held up my hands to prevent any gossip from her. “Do not mention this to anyone, including (y/n), she has no recollection of her past, she has severe memory loss and I fear any mention of-well, anything-without immense care, could hurt her.” Lucy slowly nodded, not expecting my explanation but looking satisfied all the same.

Then she perked up, another question coming to mind. “Another thing, what is our story to Evelyn?” I corrected her mindlessly. “Evie,” Lucy easily corrected herself. “Evie, just so none of us cross stories and such.” I let out a low hum, crossing my arms, telling her of Cecile Deville and Marvin Alexander, and their wedding on Sunday, they would be arriving on Saturday night, for the rehearsal dinner.

“Try to steer clear of that story however, so there are less lies for us to untangle” I muttered, rubbing my jaw as Lucy nodded. She peeked behind her shoulder and I knew Viktoria was listening in. “Enjoy the rest of your day Lucy, there should be a new shipment of blueberries coming later today as well” Lucy beamed at the mention of her favorite fruit and nodded, squeezing my arm before she left the room, her short ponytail bobbing as she skipped out; closing the door behind her.

I hummed to myself, remembering I had made an order of shrimp along with that, a smirk coming to my lips. Evie had dinner with her family tonight and while I was sure (y/n) was invited to eat with them being Evie’s +1, I hoped she would accept my invitation for her to dine with me tonight, cooking was something I had always liked doing for her, even when I barely had any ingredients to cook.

I snorted at the thought of my cooking bringing back a memory, and got back to work, a smile on my face at the thought of my (y/n).

Several hours later, I was finally done; I had several last-minute meetings with a few people from the one, one being something about needing approval to edit their terrain for better water tunnels. Another about their livestock being attacked and needing funds to hire animal control and new fencing. I approved both, knowing their farms were a direct source for me, the one needing the terrain being my fruit distributor.

By the time I finished, it was starting to get dark, the sun slowly drawing its curtains as cooks bustled down in the kitchens, getting food ready for the Alexander family dinner. I sniffed, ruffling my hair as I stood from my desk and made my way to my room, needing to change out of my clothes after being in pinching shoes all day.

I grabbed a dark teal Henley shirt, pulling it over my head and rolling up the sleeves slightly, changing into some dark trousers and some comfy shoes. I perked up as I hear my butler begin to hiss at someone, freezing as I heard my beloved almost squeak back in fear.

Oh no he fucking didn’t. not on my watch. I threw my door open, storming down the hall to make the short path towards my personal kitchen, where I saw Mr. Field with his back to me, glaring down at my (y/n) with a vile tone to his voice. “No one is to enter his personal kitchens. Especially not someone like you,”

I didn’t hold my fangs back, my eyes flashing dangerously as I snarled out my butler's name, a fierce protectiveness in my chest as I saw him whirl around to look at me; his eyes wide with sudden fear. “What are you doing!?” I quickly stepped between (y/n) and Fields, glaring down at my butler, who had quickly and unfortunately signed his pink slip. “I told you not to treat my guests so harshly!” I had mentioned this twice now, to be nice to Evie and (y/n), especially (y/n). You’d think calling her by her last would turn some cogs in his brain but apparently not.

“I was told your personal rooms were not to be intruded on!” Mr. Fields tried to defend himself, he was right, I had told him my rooms were for only me unless someone had permission, and I had permitted both Evie and (y/n) the night before. I just shook my finger in his face, as if he was a toddler throwing a tantrum. “And I gave them, Evie and (y/n), access to my kitchen, personally! If I hear you talk to them, especially (y/n), this way again; I will have you forcibly removed from this manor! I don’t care how many years you’ve served this family.” I hissed you, grabbing (y/n)’s hand and pulling her into the room, forcing myself to calm down as I slammed the door shut, running my hands through my hair and forcing my fangs to retreat.

I took several deep breaths, covering my face as (y/n) stood a few feet away from me, thankfully not scared of me and my sudden anger. I had to control myself, I had to keep myself from ripping Fields limb from limb. I would not tolerate the way he treated my (y/n), it was a sin to even think such a way of her. I took one more deep breath, turning to look at (y/n), my anger dissipating as I looked into her eyes. “I’m so sorry (y/n),” I said with a wince, rubbing the back of my head as she tilted her head at me, clutching the book to her chest. Heh-she was still reading it after I gave it to her this morning. “I told him to treat you and Evie with respect, yet as soon as I turn my back he does,” I flung my hand in his general direction, anger burning in my teeth. “that.”

(y/n) just hummed, tipping her head up at me with that sweet smile of hers. “Thank you, for not letting him continue.” She muttered, tilting her head slightly as I huffed, glaring off in my butler's general direction-I would have an intense talk with him later, if he pulled that bullshit again he was out of this household. I really didn’t give a fuck how loyal he had been to me, no one talked to my (y/n) that way. “He shouldn’t have started in the first place,” I muttered back, ruffling my hair until my bangs were in my eyes, turning back to (y/n) as my shoulders relaxed.

Then it hit me, why was she going to my kitchen in the first place? Weren’t the Alexanders having dinner right about now? I asked her as such, making my point to say she was Evie’s friend, but she just curled in on herself, and I was going to fucking strangle Oliver and Alfred. “They uh-“ she coughed into her first, looking uncomfortable. “-they didn’t have space for me.”

I let out a low grown, almost a demonic growl but I held that part of me back, I didn’t want to scare her. I pinched my nose, muttering curses under my breath as (y/n) looked up at me with an unsure frown. I covered my eyes for a moment, feeling them flash with anger then dropping my hand, licking my teeth. “I’mmmmmm” Going to fucking kill them. “fucking hell.”

Instead of going off to murder the Alexanders, I clapped my hands, rolling up my sleeves as I got to work making the dinner I had planned to make for (y/n) in the first place; but that had been when I didn’t know Oliver was going to be a bitch. “so, I’m gonna guess you’re hungry?” I asked (y/n), who nodded, clutching the book to her chest as she watched me walk around and get things ready, walking back and forth between the stove and fridge.

“Are, are you going to make something for me?” (y/n) asked, completely surprised I was cooking for her, she hadn’t known I had made breakfast that day. I just nodded, getting out a large skillet and a large pot, filling the pot with water, and starting to boil it. “And why not?” I chuckled, turning back to (y/n) with a soft grin. “I haven't eaten yet either, so might as well.” I really didn’t need to eat, but anything to make her feel welcome with me. “besides, it was unfair to you for them to leave you out, so now you get premium service, food made personally by the lord of the manor~.”

I gave her a small mock bow, grinning as she smiled and continued to watch me cook. I got out a pack of frozen shrimp from the freezer and set it in a small running bowl of cold water, letting them thaw out as I got to work making the two sides. (y/n) soon set down the book and washed her hands, I let out a soft chuckle as I heard her. I set the pack of vegetables away from the stovetop and got the pasta out, turning as (y/n) asked me what she could do.

I just rose my brow, smirking down at her as I leaned on the counter. “You can go stand over there,” I nodded back towards her book “and look pretty, which I assure you will take no effort from you. I’m taking care of you tonight.” I enjoyed the rush of blood I heard go to her cheeks, but she just pouted up at me, and if I knew my (y/n)-she wouldn’t step down if it meant helping me, so I chuckled and nodded over to the bowl of now thawed shrimp. “Okay okay, could you please peel the shrimp?”

(y/n) nodded and did as asked, getting right to work and we soon fell into a rhythm, dancing around each other with ease and I felt like nothing had changed, being with my (y/n) and cooking with her, unable to keep the smile off my face. (y/n) began to hum her mother’s song, and I couldn’t help but hum along.

Soon enough everything was done, along the way I had invited (y/n) to taste the sauce I made for the main dish, grinning as her eyes sparkled at the taste. “That’s wonderful” she muttered, holding her hand just under the chin as she licked her lips, clearly wanting more. I just went back to stirring it, making sure the vegetables were seasoned properly and cooked through before beginning to serve up our plates.

“Wine?” I asked, holding up two bottles, one red and one white-both easily paring with our dinner. She pointed at the one in my right hand and I nodded, she had always preferred that one over the other, and set to pouring two glasses, handing one to her and joining her at the counter, where our dinner had been set. “Bon appetit~” I purred, feeling a smile at my eyes as (y/n) happily dove in, nearly moaning as she took her first bite.

"Oh, my gods, this is the best thing I’ve ever had” she muttered, almost rushing to eat as I watched her with fond eyes, good to know my skills hadn't faltered in the last 900 years. She muttered something else under her breath, but I was practically hypnotized by her as she happily ate her food. I averted my eyes as she looked up at me, chuckling as she glanced down at my plate-which I hadn't touched yet. “Good to know my cooking is still good, I haven't done this in a long time.” I took a bite of the pasta and shrimp, nodding to myself. Yep, still got it.

“For a British dude, you sure know your spices” I nearly choked at that, holding a laugh as I looked to (y/n), who seemed to be holding back a laugh of her own as she stared at me with those wonderful eyes of hers-filled with delightful teasing. She let out a giggle as I rolled my eyes and gently pushed her shoulder. “ha-ha, laugh it up,” I chuckled, then paused, a smirk growing on my face. “because it’s true.” she burst into loud laughter, leaning over a bit as I continued to joke about. “We raided the world for their spices only to not use any of them.”

I smiled as (y/n) cackled, setting down her plate as she took a step back from the counter and held her stomach. I could still make her laugh, her wonderful laugh that would finally bless my ears again. Oh gods how I have missed her, and I had no plans of ever letting her drift away again.

When we finished I took her plate and mine-beginning to wash the dishes as (y/n) put the left-overs away, stealing an extra piece of shrimp as she did. She glanced away as I smirked at her from over my shoulder, chuckling as she tipped her head up and away like a puppy caught trying to steal food.

I peeked into the fridge, glancing back at (y/n) as she dried her hands and picked up her book. I took out a can of croissant dough and two chocolate bars; turning to (y/n) with a shy grin on my face, hoping she was in the mood for dessert. I just wanted to spend more time with her. “Dessert?” I asked, my shoulders relaxing as she beamed and nodded, reaching for the croissant dough and popping open the can while I busied myself with the chocolate.

We talked quietly as we waited for the dough to bake, sitting on the counter with our thighs touching. I loved listening to her talk, every word out of her lips was like music from the heavens, she had no regard for what she rambled about, just enjoying her time with me. I wondered if anything from the last hour had brought back any memories for her? I hoped so-I really wanted to kiss her-I wanted her to kiss me till I was breathless.

My eyes drifted to her lips, swallowing as she laughed quietly about some-post- she saw online or whatever. Fuck I really wanted to kiss her.

We were both jumped out of the conversation when the oven screamed at us and I quickly hopped off and put on some oven mitts-taking out the hot tray and letting the croissant cool for a few moments. (y/n) practically stared down the chocolate croissants like they were the only food in the world, her eyes practically sparkling. I laughed, picking one up and handing it to her as I sat on the counter, the tray now between us as (y/n) happily dug into the dessert. “fuck I love chocolate croissants,” She muttered and I couldn’t help but laugh again, grabbing one for myself and letting the chocolate melt on my tongue.

Fuck I forgot how good chocolate was.

We continued to talk; my eyes unable to leave her as she chattered away. Gods I really had missed her so much, we both perked up as Evie stepped into the room, her nose in the air as she took in the smell of chocolate croissants. “Evie~” (y/n) cheered, reaching out for her friend who quickly grabbed her hand and then a croissant. “how was dinner?”

“Boring” Evie groaned and I couldn’t help but laugh, “dinner itself was good but they are painfully white and rich.” She took a bite of the croissant as I hit my chest, nearly choking on my croissant as I laughed. She wasn’t wrong, nearly every one of the three families was boring as shit-it had been the main reason I chose Lucy all those years ago-she was interesting, bubbly and sweet. “god that’s good,” Evie muttered, talking about the croissant. “but yeah-nothing to talk about but marriage, money, n other boring shit like that.”

(y/n) just hummed, happy she hadn’t been a part of any those conversations, thanks to the pettiness of the alexander family-and I would be having a word with them about purposefully excluding Evie’s friend. “Sounds so exciting,” I said sarcastically, smiling down at (y/n) as she pushed my shoulder. Evie glanced between the two of us, and I had to stop myself from holding her stare-she knew there was more to the story, but (y/n) would be the one to discover it- it would be far too much for Evie to handle.

“So what have you two been doing for the last two hours?” Evie teased, giggling as (y/n) kicked her thigh, pouting at her friend as Evie continued to laugh. “I made her dinner” I started, chuckling at the look of surprise on Evie’s face, as if she didn’t think I could cook. Which-I could, and I was a damn good cook. “and then we both made these” I gestured to the croissants, then shrugged-there wasn’t much more to the story. “just…hanging out I suppose.”

“suppose,” (y/n) giggled to Evie, who laughed at my ‘eloquent’ words, I rolled my eyes with a fond smile, taking another croissant from the tray and taking a bite, hopping from the counter and started to pack up the leftover croissants. “Well, I have some things to attend to,” I handed the bag to (y/n), who happily took it and tilted her head at me. Gods I just wanted to take her face and kiss her. “enjoy your evening ladies.” I said instead, bowing out and biting my lip as I heard Evie tease (y/n) with their friend over the phone.

I saw Ms. Swift exit (y/n)’s room as I made my way into mine, nodding as she informed me (y/n)’s cocktail dress had been delivered. “thank you, Ms. Swift,” I muttered, closing my door behind me and sighing, rolling my shoulders back as I went back to my paperwork.

Later, I heard a small muffled scream come from (y/n)’s room, and as I went to check on her-I heard her mutter some frustrations to herself, talking about how she shouldn’t be thinking about me that way-I was her dead lover's brother after all. I smiled sadly. “oh darling,” I whispered, reaching up to clutch her ring that still hung around my neck. “I cannot wait for the moment I can hold you again.”

Viktoria curled her lip as she watched Walter and commoner chat away in Walter’s personal kitchen, deep burning hatred in her chest as she watched and heard how Walter so easily laughed and conversed with the woman. Who the hell was she? And how had she captured the master's attention so easily? How could she make him laugh like this when he had hardly spared her a glance within the last 500 years?

She glared you down as you slept through the night, wondering how much trouble you were worth as she thought about ripping your throat out.

-end of p4-

Oh wowie-it’s been a while huh? Sorry for the long wait after p3~ but I just got super fixated on other shit lol. But yeah-more Walter~~~

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As some people aren’t able to read chapter 25 on AO3 right now, because of the issues, I’ve copied and pasted it below the cut for you. 🎉

So, here is Chapter 25 (Monday’s chapter)!

Once de-armed, Miles made his way back to his quarters to change before lunch. He unfortunately managed to pass Madden and Taylor in the corridor, heading in the opposite direction. It was a tense moment. He could tell they wanted to know where he’d been, but their anger at him for debilitating Chacon wouldn’t allow them to spare him more than a passing glare. He got back to his room and turned the faucet on the shower to its hottest setting. The water was soothing, and necessary in order to wash the stench of smoke off of his skin and out of his hair. He hoped the clan had been able to put out the fire before it managed to destroy the whole tree. He didn’t want them to be homeless - he wasn’t a monster.

He came out of the shower and pulled on some off duty clothes, giving his hair a quick dry before heading out to lunch. He tried to ignore the heavy presence of the songcord sitting behind the grill on the far wall, but the knowledge that it was there made his clean skin crawl uncomfortably again. Maybe he’d have to throw it out. Although nostalgic, it wasn’t worth hanging on to anymore. Firstly because the meaning it had once held was a complete farce, and secondly because if anyone found it, he’d be… well, he didn’t want to think about it.

He’d have to do it soon.

Saving that particular problem for another time, Miles took his tablet and headed out to the mess. He had some time to kill before the debrief, and wanted to game for a bit in the rec centre after eating. He’d finally figured out how to use his credits to buy things online, and one of the first purchases he made was the video game Centauri. It had wiped him almost all out straight away, leaving him with barely enough credits to buy a new toothpaste. But it had been worth it. Now that he finally had something to connect to the other soldiers with, he was unstoppable. He hadn't met 90% of the SecOps personnel, but now lots of them knew him from his username. Taking your tablet to one of the many communal spaces in the rec centre was a favourite pastime of most of the men and women who lived on base. There was a huge community built up around Centauri - one that Miles was only just beginning to break into. He ate quickly and by himself, then found a comfortable nook in the gaming room to play for a couple of hours. As excited as he was for the debrief, he still couldn’t help the disappointment when his alarm went off at 15:45, right in the middle of a fight between his character and a Hulanta warrior in the wetlands of the west. Sighing, he paused the battle and informed the player he’d been chatting with that he had work, before signing out and forcing his tired body off the beanbag he’d been happily slouched over.

The debrief was held in the same meeting room that the original briefing was in, with the same number of people who were involved in the mission required to attend. Quaritch stood hunched over the large table in the middle, surveying a holographic map of the forest on the transparent surface. Miles took a seat near the door, as Quaritch waited for everyone to arrive before beginning.

“Welcome back,” he began when the last couple of soldiers from Mansk’s squad had filtered in. “Today’s mission was highly successful, and I want to thank each and every one of you for your efforts in ensuring that.” Miles noticed the absence of General Ardmore, a feat that he was sure he wasn’t alone in. It wasn’t hard to suspect where she might be right now. “...the prisoner is detained and in custody.”

The Colonel began to go over the mission’s details from beginning to end, commenting on the effectiveness of whatever aspect he was pleased with, or offering suggestions as to how to improve others. Overall, he said, the mission was so successful that most of the current members of the platoon could expect to be required on similar operations in the future. Something about the squads all working together, each led by a different recom. “It was the time we tried this strategy, and it paid off. Well done again.”

After about fifteen minutes of his lecture, sometimes being supported by Wainfleet, who Miles now realised was the second-in-command, the briefing came to a natural end, and the soldiers were dismissed.

“Junior, hold back,” Quaritch called as everyone filtered out of the room. Miles turned around, hoping this was about him leading a squad next time, just as Quaritch had promised. When the door shut after the last person left, the Colonel addressed him.

“I’m especially impressed with your performance, Miles. You showed yourself to be reliable in the field, and an essential asset to the platoon.”

“Thank you, Sir,” Miles replied awkwardly. He craved Quaritch’s praise, but he didn’t know how to take it.

The Colonel took a seat as he spoke, his long tail swishing to the side. “I meant what I said last week. I think you’re ready to command your own squad.”

Miles couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped his throat as he looked up. His eyes scanned over the Colonel’s face, searching for some kind of sign of deceit. He found none. “Really?” He asked, forgetting his manners.

Quaritch nodded once, without taking his eyes off him. “Really. Your rank will be Lieutenant Junior. You’ll have authority over your squad only, which will comprise six men. If you continue to prove yourself, which I know you will, you’ll ascend the ranks quickly. It’s just protocol, to follow the hierarchy by the books.” He paused, watching Miles’s expression. “That sound good to you?”

“Yes, Sir,” Miles replied immediately. A chance to be in control? To have his own power over the success of a mission? He’d wanted nothing more since Quaritch suggested it.

“Well alright then,” the man in front of him replied, with a familiar southern drawl accenting his words as his lip curled up into a smirk. “That’s settled. Now,” he clasped his hands together in front of him, indicating a change of subject. “Follow me, I’ve got something to show you.”

Hastily, Miles stood and followed Quaritch out of the meeting room. “We’ll need your help with it soon enough,” the Colonel said as he led Miles down a flight of stairs and some quiet corridors. “But for now, he’s just assimilating.”

A thrill of… something ran down into Miles’s stomach as he realised where Quaritch was leading him. He’d been down this way before, the day that everything had changed. Soon enough, they were standing at the entrance to the Na’vi cells underneath Bridgehead.

“Are you curious?” Quaritch asked him.

“To see Naalot?”

The Colonel nodded, a somewhat hungry expression on his face. “Yes, Sir,” Miles replied, not really sure how else to reply. Truthfully, he couldn’t give two fucks. He knew he’d played an integral part in capturing the man - but that had been orders. It was still unpleasant to have to see the consequences of the RDA’s actions, no matter how justified they were in the long run.

Quaritch nodded towards the masks, and Miles fitted one over his face before the Colonel swiped open the doors. He tried not to look in most of the cells, which still contained many of the same prisoners that Miles had first seen that day that he’d killed Tsu'hak. That meant they’d been down here for close to two weeks, minimum. Despite the spotlessly clean exterior, there was a strange smell making its way through Miles’s mask. It was faint and vastly different to human smells, so he didn’t think most people would notice it. But Miles knew the Na’vi. He was accustomed to the scent of their blood and sweat.

“Our new friend is cell number 14,” Quaritch said, leading Miles to a door on the right.

Through the transparent doors, Naalot was on full display, and Miles had front row seats. He stifled the intake of breath he took when he realised the state of the old, frail man. Naalot looked close to death already. His skinny arms were strung up above his head in manacles, which had already rubbed pressure sores on his aged wrists. His fingers were gnarled and knobbly. His thin, grey hair was tasselled and had blood smears in it, sticking to his face in sweaty patches. Bruises bloomed over the paper-thin skin on his abdomen, giving the appearance of ink blotted on fraying parchment. Cuts and scrapes littered the rest of his exposed body, causing blood to drip down to his bony ankles. His eyes were closed, head lolling to the side against his arm, mouth hanging open.

It had only been a few hours since his capture - how long could the man hold out?

“Not a pretty sight, is it?”

Miles collected himself quickly. “Have interrogations begun already?”

“The General is an efficient woman,” Quaritch gave by way of an explanation.

“Any success?” Miles asked.

“Not so far.” Quaritch almost sounded… excited. “We have proof he was at Sully’s last known location, yet he still claims to know nothing.” He sniffed, turning his attention to Miles. “Let’s see if we can change that.”

Trepidation filled Miles’s chest as he realised what Quaritch meant. Suddenly, he was afraid. He wasn’t ready to torture anybody. He knew it was important. He understood the reason behind it, but… he wasn’t there yet. He panicked. How could he tell Quaritch this?

The Colonel swiped the doors open, instructing Miles to remain where he was.

Relief flooded Miles’s insides as he realised he wasn’t going to be asked to help just yet. He tried not to let his relief show on his face, but Quaritch wasn’t watching him anymore. He’d stepped inside the cell, and was advancing towards the sleeping Naalot. The doors slid closed behind him. Miles stood rooted in place. His whole body was tense, but he watched with a curiosity that he knew made him look like a monster to Naalot.

“Afternoon, sunshine,” Quaritch said brightly, walking up to Naalot and slapping him awake.

Miles repressed a flinch. It came out of nowhere, and it surprised him. He shook himself mentally.

Naalot groaned in response, his eyes flickering open.

“Feeling better after your little break? Ready to tell us what we need to know?”

“Rutxe…” Naalot’s voice was dry and raspy. When was the last time he’d had water?

Miles couldn’t see Quaritch’s expression, but his tail swished angrily, and the back of his ears pressed down flat to his skull. “I guess not, huh?”

Slowly, he reached behind him and pulled out his bush knife from its sheath in his belt. Miles’s breathing started to quicken. This was about to get very unpleasant.

“Maybe this will help you change your mind…” Quaritch held the knife up to Naalot’s eyeline, waving it slowly in front of his face so that the light glistened off of it threateningly.

“Rutxe , I don’t know anything! ” Naalot’s eyes widened with fear. His ears flickered back.

Miles pushed down the bile at the back of his throat. That didn’t belong to the new him. His fear was the old Miles… the helpless little boy begging in a cell.

“All I’m hearing is that you’re up for round two!” Quaritch jeered, leaning in and grabbing Naalot’s jaw in his left hand. “ Where. Is. Jake. Sully? ” He practically growled in heavily accented Na’vi.

“Rutxe , rutxe! I’ve never seen Tsyeyk Suli! ” The terrified man’s response had no effect on Quaritch, who used his right hand to slice a groove into Naalot’s temple.

Naalot was able to repress his scream, but groaned painfully through clenched teeth. A tear slid out from one of his tightly closed eyes.

“The next one goes between your ribs,” Quaritch promised, showing the knife deliberately moving down to the sensitive skin on the man’s upper torso. Miles had no idea if Naalot spoke English, but the message was clear enough.

“ I promise! I know nothing! Let me go! ”

Without waiting for a translation, Quaritch dug the long side of the knife in between two of the ribs on Naalot’s left side, eliciting a scream so unnerving that Miles was surprised Quaritch continued so comfortably, twisting the blade so that even though the wound was shallow, it inflicted maximum pain.

“ Stop! Please, stop! ” Naalot was openly sobbing now, but Quaritch only switched hands, freeing up his right to punch Naalot as hard as he could right over the wound.

Naalot screamed.

Miles averted his eyes. This was… He didn’t like this.

Quaritch was enjoying himself. He took pleasure in the man’s pain - just as he had once done so in Miles’s.

For Miles, it had all been for his own good, he knew that. But for Naalot?

For the first time in a long time, an unpleasant emotion ran through Miles’s blood. He couldn't place his finger on it - he only knew that he wanted Quaritch to stop. Without realising, he spoke through the glass in a calm voice.

“Should I try, Sir?”

That was enough to give Quaritch pause. The man turned around, facing his back to Naalot, who sagged back into his restraints defeatedly. Quaritch examined Miles for a long moment, a calculating look on his bloodthirsty face. Eventually, his lips curved up into a small smile. “Oh no, Miles. This piece of crap doesn’t get the nice guy. Not just yet, anyway.”

The words sank into Miles’s skin like poison. He showed none of his horror on his face. He stepped back dutifully, and respectfully bowed his head.

Naalot’s screams continued.

Janine stood anxiously over the bed. It had been twenty four hours, and still Chacon hadn’t woken. That was partly her fault - she’d given him enough painkillers to tranquillize a small viperwolf, but she had expected him to wake up hours ago. Chacon’s injuries were not superficial. For a scary half an hour when he was first brought in, Janine worried that the soldier might even have brain damage. His face was beaten almost to a pulp. The MRI was clear, but of course nothing could be certain until Chacon woke.

She’d been informed of how he received his injuries during the handover procedure, but hadn’t found out it was Spider who’d caused them until some time later when she overheard two soldiers discussing it when they came to visit him. Madden and Taylor, as their uniforms read, spoke with venom of the new recruit - Junior.

“He’s been acting off since yesterday - remember at dinner?”

“He’s a sick bastard. What they said about him was true. He’s still feral.”

“It’s wild that they thought they could fix him…”

Janine had paused checking Chacon’s obs in favour of listening in to his visitors, but their words sent horror though her insides. There was no doubt that was Spider they were talking about. Spider.

The kid she was supposed to protect. The abducted child who had nobody else looking out for him. She had… let this happen. She had failed him.

Her spirit seemed to be sinking down through the floor, leaving an empty and terrified husk of a body left to act normally in front of the soldiers. She told them she’d be back and made an exit as quickly as her numb legs would allow. Once inside the supply closet, she locked herself in and sank to the floor against the door. She rarely let tears fall, but this was one occasion she couldn’t help herself.

Everything she had done - it wasn’t enough.

Destroying the chip for the Neuroscanner, sabotaging the 3D printer, hacking into the surveillance to keep an eye on Spider’s cell, ensuring when he got out that he received private quarters by writing in the kid’s report that he wasn’t ready for barracks. Being on the other side of the glass when Quaritch insisted on interrogating him, if only to keep an eye on his psychological state. Planting the idea of rewards in Quaritch’s mind. Locating and stealing back Spider’s songcord when he was at his lowest point. Once more hacking into the communications between Spider and Quaritch on the kid’s watch. Getting a message to Jake when Spider was first captured, and updating him ever since. Relaying Jake’s message about staying strong (for whatever that was worth). Reaching out to people she’d heard rumours of about being in the resistance - like Chacon.

Look at all the good it did.

Spider was finally breaking.

She didn’t give herself long to mourn - it wasn’t helping Chacon or Spider. She hastily wiped her tears and got herself back out to Chacon’s bedside to complete his obs.

That was yesterday, and since then Chacon had received a flow of visitors - he was a popular man in his unit, it seemed - all of them saying the same thing. That Private Junior had finally snapped.

It was her break, and instead of grabbing a snack from the cafeteria, she decided to stay by Chacon’s side in case he woke up. After a few minutes, her patience miraculously paid off.

Chacon’s swollen eyelids blinked carefully open, and he let out a soft groan.

“Hey,” she greeted him, anxious over his reaction to seeing her. “You’re in the medbay. You took a beating, but you’re okay.”

Chacon’s bloodshot pupils found hers, displaying a healthy amount of confusion at the situation. After a moment, his senses seemed to come back to him, and he blinked, attempting to sit more upright. “Junior…” he uttered.

“I know…” Janine whispered, trying to convey her understanding while being somewhat comforting at the same time. It was impossible.

Chacon glanced around, making sure that they were alone.

“It’s okay, no one’s coming,” she assured him.

“He’s gone…”

Janine took a deep breath, willing her eyes not to fill with tears. She shook her head, as if denial would help the situation. “We can get him back.”

Chacon made a sound of disbelief, sagging back into the bed. “It wasn’t enough…”

“Stop.” The force of her determination flared unexpectedly in Janine’s heart. “We’ll get him back.”

Chacon looked at her, but it was impossible to tell his expression through his broken face. “How long have I been out?” he asked.

“Just over twenty four hours,” Janine replied, switching back to her nursing persona, all effectiveness and proficiency. “It’s 5 o’clock on Saturday.”

“Right,” Chacon muttered.

“How’s your pain?” Janine asked, aware that she still needed to give her patient a run through of his injuries and treatment plan.

Chacon shook his head. There was so much Janine wanted to say - she knew Chacon felt this failure as much as she did. He had been the one to befriend Spider. To help him through training. To be a listening ear and word of advice when the kid needed it. It didn’t matter that Spider didn’t know Chacon was on his side.

In the five weeks since Janine had risked contacting Chacon, the pair had grown close - united under the banner of resistance. There were others of course, other moles that Janine knew, but her concern for Spider was something she could only share with Chacon. They’d worked closely together (or as closely as spies can work without being detected) almost the whole time that Spider had trained with the RDA, and watched his gradual descent together, essentially powerless to stop it.

“What’s the plan?” Chacon asked, ignoring Janine’s attempt to manage his pain levels.

Janine took a measured breath, before speaking in a low voice. “We can’t break Jake into Bridgehead without being detected - we’ve been trying for weeks. Let alone a whole rescue force. Besides that, Spider’s beyond the point of wanting our help now.”

“So what then?” Chacon asked, his urgency coming across as rudeness.

A pause, while Janine considered her next words carefully. She’d had nothing else on her mind since Chacon was admitted. She’d had plenty of time to think. It was time to act. “You kidnap him.”

#caught #miles spider socorro #recom Quaritch #dark!spider

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thecoffeelorian · 11 months

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Coffee’s Coming Attractions, #1

KISS ME, CAPTAIN [Preview #1]

Part 1: The Challenge

They're at it again. The same two young men who have been coming here for the past three rotations, and all because they want nothing more than a moment alone with your baby sister, if not she also with one of them. That's the vibe you get as you slip past their still-developing bodies, through the long corridor, and up the somewhat longer staircase leading to the upper floor of your home for some much-needed privacy. Thankfully, they've decided to ignore your presence so far, because otherwise, you would be stuck down there having to deal with their whining and their begging about Briana.

Not that they're really all that interested in "Brainy Bri" in the first place, but of course, that's the last thing on your mind now. You've got bigger plans to deal with, or so you keep telling yourself before you get spotted by someone else within. In fact, at twenty years of age, you thought you might have finally found your way off of a planet that holds no more warmth for you.

Your mother had finally left this world after three months in an end-of-life facility, but only close behind five years of dealing with the deadly ailments that came with creating and testing ion cannons, as well as wasting away before your eyes. Sometimes you can still see her face in your memory from time to time, provided you close your eyes and concentrate first. Sometimes you also fear becoming just like her if you end up staying on this planet rather than leaving. In any case, though, if you were to suddenly disappear, she wouldn't be around to try and convince you to return.

Your father, subsequently, had ceased to be able to look you in the face, no doubt because you reminded him of the woman he had so recently lost, as well as the responsibilities that came with being a widower. The least of which, seemingly, had been paying off a few key debts in order to guarantee none of you would have to beg for your next meal...or so he told you. He would probably not pay your disappearance much attention, either, all thanks to his current...'projects'.

And as for your younger sister, she certainly could have cared less about you even if a Sarlacc swallowed you tomorrow. Thanks to the usual tenets of your shared Chalindran culture, Briana's upbringing and quiet demeanor has all but handed her a gleaming marriage proposal on a silver serving tray. Your mother's funeral was the very first place you had spotted her future suitors, the first being the only son of an Admiral; the second, the firstborn son of a Senator from the Mid Rim. Either one would have been more than acceptable in the girl's eyes as well as Father's, for not only had she grown past the minimum age of fifteen cycles, she was also just so eager to please whatever young fellow crossed her path.

(How disgusting.)

She was quite the opposite of you, perhaps, considering you had begun turning away from your lone surviving parent and eligible bachelors in general at almost the exact same time, as well as letting them know exactly what was on your mind the moment they began pushing for a 'meeting'. Maybe even a little too strongly at times, like...the time a few of your old crystal figurines had just happened to be let loose against your bedroom wall after that young doctor from Coruscant tried to offer you a drink at lunch.

(At least one Chandrilan doctor had thought themselves smart enough to eradicate your mother's cancer. Turns out, the cancer begged to differ.)

The second time, the silk collector from Naboo had found himself introduced to your carved wooden bench the moment he had offered to buy your late mother's gowns at half the price she had originally paid for them. Needless to say, he ended up with nothing in either sense.

(Probably a good thing, considering she HAD promised some of them to you before she'd gone.)

The third time, however, had been the one that got every Chandrilan within hearing range looking at you sideways from that rotation forward, if not also leaving you a wide berth whenever you left the safety of your house and surrounding green.

[Preliminary tags go out to:

@angrypaperearthquake-tbbb-main @afuckinnerfpuncher @anxiouspineapple99 @freesia-writes ]

#the bad batch #the bad batch fanfiction #captain howzer #captain howzer x female reader #chandrilan!reader #and now for something completely different #tbb: kiss me captain #18+ readers only #because i don't want minors or ageless blogs

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sapphireginger · 8 months

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Title: He’s So Geeking Gorgeous Dude!

Pairing: Stackson [Stiles + Jackson]

Rating: Mature

Warning/Tags:

None

Summary:

Stiles huffed as he sat down on his bed. His best friend Isaac was on the phone and had been graciously listening to Stiles rant for the past half hour. “He’s such a fucking asshole but he’s…”

“He’s…?” Isaac inquired.

“He’s so geeking gorgeous dude!”

@steter-stackson-bingo

Card Number: 107

Square: Meet Ugly

Mieczyslaw Miezko Gemini Gajos Stilinski, more commonly known as Miko by his father, Mischeif by his mother and Stiles everyone else, moved from a very tiny town called Yellville, Arkansas to Los Angeles, California. He was so not happy about changing schools but he also understood.

His mother had been offered a prestigious position at the University of California. It made sense to move and he had always been good about meeting new people, it was the whole keeping them around after meeting them that was where he flopped.

He arrived early on Wednesday morning halfway through the first week of school, which was better than halfway through the year. He would be a senior, taking almost all AP Classes, and he had plans damn it. He was going to college and it would be perfect just like he’d always planned.

Even if for most of his life the world seemed out to get him, at least Stiles could always count on himself. He was even more grateful for that fact after he nearly brained himself on his locker door when he finally got it open. His ears turned pink and his cheeks were hot with mortification. “One year. Just one,” he mumbled as he shut his locker and made his way to his first period class.

⟡ ❤︎ 🕶️ ❤︎ ⟡

Jackson was eyeing the food in the lunch line when his teammate, Garrett, elbowed him. “What?!” he snapped.

“Dude look!” Garrett said earnestly. With an eye roll, Jackson looked. There was a newbie apparently and weren’t newbies such fun? “Supposedly his mother got some big position at the university. He just moved here.”

“Uh huh,” Jackson said, feigning interest. “Why do we care?”

His teammate frowned. “Well, you never know what some good gossip might get ya. For example, his first name is some super strange Polish thing and in total his given name is dove names long, but thankfully he goes by Stiles. Although, I’m very curious what the five names are because Stiles isn’t one of them.

Jackson snorted. “His parents must’ve wanted to torture the kid or something.”

Garrett didn’t laugh. “I don’t know but it’s just him and his mom.”

”Yikes,” Jackson mumbled, feeling and uncharacteristic sense of sympathy for the teen that he quickly shoved aside. “What else do you know?”

“Oh, and now that he’s here, your ex got bumped down to numero dos in our grade. Lydia didn’t know whether to be pissed or impressed. I think she’s a bit of both. Anyway, his scores and grades are top notch. He’s single, and gay or bi, I’m still not sure on that. He’s incredibly smart, a total genius. He’s also sarcastic and—Oh!”

Jackson looked over just in time to see said genius trip over air and nearly smash his face into the lunch table. His glasses nearly paid the price along with his nose. “Yikes. New kid looks like a lumberjack dressed him. Who wears that much plaid? Also, are we sure he’s in our grade? He looks like a child.”

“I dunno dude. Maybe he’ll keep things interesting. I don’t want to be bored all year.”

⟡ ❤︎ 🕶️ ❤︎ ⟡

Stiles was so embarrassed and he decided to seek refuge within the pages of his favorite novel. It was easier than facing a lunchroom full of strangers. He knew how cruel people could be. Still, when he took a seat in science class and was paired with some douche canoe, he realized that he hadn’t considered city boy cruelty.

Within minutes, Jackson—more like Jackass—Whittemore was frowning at him and asking him who dressed him. He even went so far as to call out all of Stiles’s quirks, and while Stiles recognized it was mostly ignorance on the city prick’s part, he couldn’t bite his tongue once the bell rang.

“Would you shut the hell up you asshole?! Listen Jackass Whipemore...I don’t care what you think about my clothes, my hair, my voice, my anything, okay?! I’m a rarefied and acquired taste, thus my reason for not having any fucks to give when it comes to what you think of me. What I do care about is the fact that you just wasted a whole damn class period on that when we have a project to do. I’m not afraid to let you sink on your own. Now shut your trap and move out of my way because I don’t want to be late for the last period.”

⟡ ❤︎ 🕶️ ❤︎ ⟡

Jackson just stared in shock as the new kid, Stiles—What the hell is a Stiles?—gave him a tongue lashing and left. It wasn’t the kind of tongue lashing Jackson preferred either, though he quickly pushed those thoughts away. “Whatever,” he grumbled to himself. “Fuck him.”

Yeah. Fuck him. Jackson would love to. Stiles was so gosh darn gorgeous. If only he wasn’t such a fashion fail. If only he wasn’t a geek. If he was neither, then Jackson would take him to bed tonight. Then again he could always take him to bed and then that would be one and done. Right?!

⟡ ❤︎ 🕶️ ❤︎ ⟡

“He’s…?” Isaac inquired.

“He’s so geeking gorgeous dude. Like if only he was more laidback about looks. He is such a city boy. If only he was a bit more geeky. He’s not stupid but he’s not exactly the brightest crayon in the box either.”

“First day and you already have a crush, Stiles. Damn.”

“What?! No I-I don’t!”

He totally did but it was more of a I hate you, now go fuck yourself but, you know, go fuck yourself after you fuck me. Stiles groaned. He was so screwed.

#teen wolf #stiles stilinski #jackson whittemore #isaac lahey #steter stackson bingo #square filled: meet ugly #pre relationship

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mackayturner · 1 year

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Hell Week

"Please not today..." You whined, feeling the familiar sharp stabs in your lower stomach.

Dragging yourself out of bed and to the bathroom, you dreaded finding out if your prediction was true. As expected, hell week had just begun.

You plopped yourself back down on the bed, curling up under the thick blanket. Sam and Dean had invited you on a hunt with Cas, but you definitely won't be doing anything today.

A soft knock sounded from your bedroom door, a heavier one following after you ignored the first.

"Y/N? You awake?"

You groaned after hearing Sam's voice.

"I'm coming in!" He called out, slowly opening the door.

You rolled over, turning away from the door. Footsteps got closer until you felt weight on the edge of the bed beside you.

"What's wrong sweetheart?" Sam gently placed a hand on your shoulder, hoping to get you to look at him.

You bit the inside of your cheek, unsure of what to say. This is the first time since the boys have let you stay at the bunker that you've gotten your period. You've got zero idea how they'd respond to it.

Slowly turning, your eyes meet Sam's soft gaze, his eyebrows creased in concern.

When you hesistate to speak, he brushes some of the hair off your face. "It's okay Y/N, you can tell me."

You close your eyes, muttering the words 'hell week'. Sam tilts his head in confusion.

Taking a deep breath, you open them again. "Hell week. You know... for women." You watch as the gears click in his head, and he lets out a small 'oh'.

He squeezes your shoulder, giving you a reassuring smile. "Tell you what. Dean and Cas will be fine on their own. I'll stay here with you and we can order your favourite food and watch movies."

You stare at Sam, his offer catching you off guard.

"You'd do that for me?" You ask quietly.

He stands up, his smile still playing on his lips. "Of course sweetheart, anything for you."

The butterflies in your stomach almost overpower the pain. You've always had a thing for Sam, and the nicknames just warm your heart.

Sam says 'he'll be back' before disappearing through the bedroom door.

You shifted in the bed so you were half sitting against the pillows, still laying. You tried focusing on the younger Winchester's smile to distract yourself from the pain, but it was difficult.

Sam came back after a few minutes, holding something in his hands.

"Apparently this helps?" He asked, showing the heat pack. You smiled, nodding your head.

Happy he was right, Sam lifted your blanket to place the pack over your lower stomach, giving it a pat before lowering the blanket back down.

"I just need to go let Dean know the plans, you pick something to watch." He spoke, turning to leave again.

He was gone before you could say thank you.

Guess you should look for a movie. Your eyes scan the bedside table, seeing no sign of the remote. Grumbling, you try to get sight of it, before discovering it sitting over on the wardrobe. In other words, way out of reach.

"Fuck me." You whine, not wanting to move. Or more like unable to without causing more pain.

"What are we swearing for?" You look over at the doorway, seeing a smiling Dean beside Sam.

You point at the remote, a pout forming on your lips. Their eyes travel to it, smiling.

"Oh poor darling." Dean says in his baby voice.

You frown. "Shut up Dean."

He raises his hands in defense. "Just wanted to check on our girl. Sammy filled me in."

Sam had retrieved the remote, and now stood by your bed.

"I'll survive Dean. Be safe please?" You reply, moving the blanket so Sam can slide in beside you.

"Yes Ma'am." Dean salutes, receiving an eye roll from his brother and a glare from you. "Always am Y/N." He adds.

He exits, leaving you and Sam.

"We'll start a movie then I'll order something for lunch. Does that sound good?" Sam asks, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

Smiling, you nod your head, feeling comforted by his touch. Sam passes you the remote, then places his other hand over the heatpack. The slight pressure he applies makes the pack feel even better.

You decide to put on Tangled, not caring if Sam judges your comfort movie.

"Don't tell Dean, but I freaking love this movie." Sam says, a smile tugging at his lips.

You stare at him in surprise, to which he throws you a wink.

Soon enough, you've forgotten about the pain as you and Sam sing along to 'I've got a dream', laughing as he pulls funny faces to match.

"I never thought I'd see the day of singing to my favourite movie with a Winchester." You say, wiping the tears off your face.

"Trust me, watching Disney with my girl is so much better than being on a boring hunt."

There's the butterflies again.

You shift so you're looking up at Sam. "You know this means a lot to me? I really appreciate it."

Sam smiles, bringing a hand up to caress your cheek. "I care about you Y/N, seeing you in pain upsets me. I'd do anything to take it away."

Your favourite scene was playing in the background, but nothing could take your eyes away from Sam's gaze.

"Sam..."

He pulls you in, pressing his lips against yours softly. Surprised, you welcome it, but it ends too soon.

Sam smiles, then places a small kiss on your forehead.

"You truly are beautiful Y/N."

By now your cheeks were red, and everything inside you went crazy.

He wrapped his arms around you again, snuggling you against his chest, resting his chin on your head. You smiled as the lanterns filled the screen.

"I love you Sammy." You whispered, thinking he wouldn't hear.

He holds you tighter, smiling to himself. "And I love you, sweetheart."

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ames-fanfics117 · 2 years

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May I Have This Dance?

Synopsis: Howl is attending a masquerade ball and notices you off to the side, seemingly down. (Inspired by an audio posted on YouTube by Anigomi, entitled Waltz with Howl)

Howl Jenkins Pendragon x GN! Reader

You had been dragged to this ball by your sister, who wanted desperately for you to socialize more instead of working nonstop. It was also partially because she had wished for you to meet someone you liked and get married so that she didn't have to deal with you anymore.

So, reluctantly you dressed in your finest clothes and donned an elaborate handmade mask. Though, when you got to the ball, nobody seemed interested in dancing with you. No one approached you or even noticed your presence, flocking to your more social and attractive sister.

Disheartened, you opted to stand off to the side, by the entrance, and watch the others dance with longing eyes.

Little did you know, someone did, in fact, notice your presence. A certain wizard, who had arrived shortly before you and your sister, noticed you immediately when you walked through the door. He noticed your beautiful (E/C) eyes that shone through your mask and your beautifully crafted, yet obviously handmade clothes. He noticed your almost... shy demeanor. He watched carefully as everyone ignored you in favor of your sister and watched as you stood off to the side, looking discouraged. He decided that he did not like that look on your beautiful face and determined to himself that he would rectify your situation immediately.

So, he gracefully made his way over to you, tapping you on your shoulder.

"Hello, my dear. Whatever are you doing over here alone?" he questioned suavely.

You looked up, startled. You hadn't expected anyone to approach you at all that night. But here was this beautiful man, actually talking to you! It was startling to say the least, but you resolved to answer him nonetheless.

"I'm simply watching the people dance," you said, voice laced with melancholy.

"Ah, I see. Why aren't you dancing, yourself?" he asked.

"Well, you see, nobody has asked me to dance, and I rather think it would be foolish of me to dance on my own. Why, I'd end up looking like a mad person!" you explained.

"Ah, rather unfortunate, isn't it? Say, how would you like to dance with me?" he offered.

"Oh, I couldn't possibly. I'm afraid I'm rubbish at dancing," you muttered.

"It's not that difficult to learn," he promised, holding out his hand in invitation.

You eventually agreed after much persuasion, and he led you to the dance floor as the song changed over from La Parfum de Fleurs to Waltz of the Flowers. You felt your nerves begin to rise, but your dance partner quelled your fears with a gentle squeeze of your hand, reassuring you that you weren't alone.

As the song started, he led you into the dance and you did your best to keep up with his steps. It was easier than you had imagined. Just match his pace and copy the moves of the others around you. It was a never-ending series of the same steps in time with the music, so it was easy to catch onto. In no time, you two were dancing like old partners that had danced many songs together. It was safe to say that you were having the time of your life.

After the song ended, Howl escorted you off the dance floor and out to the balcony, where he proceeded to remove his mask and request that you remove yours, asking for your name as well. You complied with his request, taking off your mask and giving hi your name, to which he gave you his name.

"You know, I quite enjoyed our time together this evening. If you permit, may we meet again? Perhaps for lunch sometime this week?" he asked.

You nodded, giving him a date and the two of you proceeded to talk until the ball was drawing to a close and you were struggling to hold back yawns of exhaustion. You bid him farewell as your sister dragged you off to your home and left him with a promise of more time to be spent together.

~Fin~

#howls moving castle #howlscastle #howl pendragon #howl jenkins pendragon #calcifer #sophie hatter #hmc fanfic #oneshot

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maxinewebs · 10 months

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Billy Hargrove Headcanons: meeting him (+he loves your ass)

Request (anon): Billy hc where he’s obsessed with Y/N’s ass

Oml okay so I did start this out that it was just gonna be about Billy and how much he loves your ass, but I got a little carried away with the backstory so it became a how you meet Billy + his ass obsession hc. Sorry!

Billy was obsessed with your ass

If he was being completely honest it was the first part of you he saw

Not the most romantic of beginnings, but it was hardly his fault you were bent at the waist, feet planted on the car park concrete ground while your upper half was leaning down inside your car searching for something under the passenger seat, when he just happened to glance over

It also wasn’t his fault that, as was the trend at the time, your jeans sculpted your body tightly – highlighting the curve of your ass

And goddamn if he just couldn’t tear his eyes away

And goddamn if it didn’t encourage him even more when you straightened up and flipped your middle finger up at him, snapping “I’d tell you to take a picture, but then I’d have to think about what you’d be doing with it and that’s a disgusting thought”

You ignored his answering shit-eating grin as you made your way into your new school

It didn’t take long for Billy to charm the school secretary into giving him a copy of your timetable

He’d admit that it was a little creepy

But every time he tried to approach you to flirt you’d either walk off in the opposite direction or cut him off with a scathingly sarcastic answer before walking off in the opposite direction

He’d never had to put so much effort into getting a girl’s attention before

It was both infuriating and attractive at the same time

He wasn’t used to people - especially girls - not just falling at his feet soon after meeting him

I mean, come on, he’d managed to take over the whole goddamn school within days, but this one new chick just didn’t seem interested?

At first he was right

You didn’t like him, and held no interest in trying to

When you’d first met him he’d been staring at your ass, and that was enough for you - judge and jury in your mind immediately writing him off as a dick

And then the (attempted) flirting started up

It really pissed you off - but you had to admit that you enjoyed the look of surprise on his face when you didn’t fall for his shit

But then, after a while, you noticed something - you’d let him walk up and take his shot before shutting him down and walking off, and you found that you actually enjoyed the whole thing - like even the part where he was talking?

That was new

And terrifying

And got even worse when he suddenly seemed to appear everywhere

He’d be waiting outside almost all of your classes when they’d end

He’d sit himself down in the chair next to you when you were in the cafeteria (much to the dismay of your friends), often slinging his arm over the back of your chair

He’d be in the parking lot before school when you’d get there, smoking usually

He’d be there after you walked out of your last class, always offering you a ride home

(”I have my own car, Hargrove; I drove here, I can drive myself home just fine.”)

It probably bordered on creepy (even if some of it was coincidence), but for some reason you liked his enthusiasm

He was putting forward so much effort, it was almost… sweet

(despite the fact that you still caught him staring at your ass occasionally)

So you started letting the conversations he’d instigate go somewhere - starting slowly

First, you’d crack a smile at his cheesy, one-liner pick up lines

(never mentioning that you’d seen him fist pump the air after you walked off that first time)

Then you’d start to answer, noting that he grinned the widest when you retorted his pick up lines with one of your own

You wouldn’t ignore him when he sat with you at lunch

(you were shocked to find that your friends actually started to like him, and encouraged your flirtatious banter)

Slowly but surely, your relationship with Billy grew until you were an established couple

And those glances at your ass that he’d previously been trying to be discrete about?

Yeah, he didn’t even try to keep them hidden anymore

And most of the time he’d follow them through with a swift pat to your ass

Or sometimes a grab

And other times a little of both

He did this in public as well as private

In school

At the mall

At the park

In the street

At the cinema

This happened so often and was so normal for your relationship that it led to a very awkward evening in which he didn’t think and simply slapped your ass right in front of your parents

When you’re making out his hands always gravitate towards your ass

Using his grip to pull you tighter to him

Mapping the shape of it with his hands

Squeezing and rubbing and grinning wickedly every time he changes it up with a soft tap

You asked him once, over a year into your relationship, what was up with his obsession with your ass

“I’m just very grateful to it… It was what initiated our first conversation, after all. Without it… Well, I might not have you; and I’m just very grateful that I do. ‘Cause I love you, y’know.”

You weren’t expecting such an honest and heart-warming answer so you’re a little stunned

“And it looks fantastic in a pair of jeans. And out of them.”

That was more like it

Requests are open for headcanons, so send some in

#billy hargrove #billy is a little menace #hes so 😫

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Hello!!, Can I ask for levi with a korean s/o my friend is from korea so I wanted to ask for her ^^ tysm!!!!

Omggg of course! I'm so sorry it took so long, anon, but I finished exams and I have reopened my inbox!🥰

Pairing: Levi x Korean!Reader Genre: fluff, no warnings!

"She looks like Mikasa,"

"No, man, there's something different about her,"

"But the eyes got around the same shape,"

"No, if you look closer you'll see that-"

"I AM RIGHT HERE!"

It was getting frustrating. You knew you were different. You had been different for as long as you could remember yourself and you knew people talked about it, but listening to them wasn't helping either.

"I- I'M SO SORRY, Y/N, WE WERE JUST-"

"DISCUSSING, YES, W- WE WERE-"

Sasha and Connie were trying their best to not trigger you. Not only you looked different, but you were so good at kicking other people's asses, and they knew that well. It wouldn't be the first time you had beaten someone up with minimal effort. You and Mikasa must have had something in common, because the both of you were excellent at sparring.

Maybe you weren't as strong as her, but still good enough.

You sighed though. It wasn't their fault you were born different and you were still the only different-looking person in the entire populace. After meeting Mikasa you two were inseparable. She understood feeling different better than anybody.

"It's fine, just... make that conversation elsewhere," you threw a death glare at them both and they tensed up.

"Right!" "Right!"

You had all made a line, waiting with a tray and an empty bowl to be filled with the daily dinner that was offered in the Survey Corps Mess Hall. You looked down at the older lady filling your bowl with porridge again. You sighed heavily. You had almost gotten used to it.

You and the remainder of the 104th were now the new Levi Squad. The Captain drew utmost respect from everyone... maybe a little fear too, but you respected him.

He had overheard that little conversation and he knew that deep down in bothered you. If anything, he knew how standing out felt like. He had been so different from everyone else when he was first recruited from the Underground.

Levi stood up off his desk - the one he shared with the rest of the squad leaders and section commanders, and he approached you. "Cadet y/n. Meet me at my office when you're done with lunch," he said simply and you tensed up at his familiar voice. You hadn't even noticed him being there.

"Y- Yes, sir!"

He walked out of the Mess Hall and made his way to his office and you bit your lip. Had you done something wrong? You had no idea, but still, it was stupid to assume that he just wanted to talk to you because you had done something wrong.

Maybe he wanted to talk to you about something else?

You pondered on it during dinner and you tried to ignore Connie's bad jokes and Eren's and Jean's bicker. Armin pointed out that you were spaced out, but you shrugged his worries away saying you were simply tired - which, for the record, was true.

When you were done eating, you made your way upstairs and searched for Captain Levi's office. You knocked first and he let you in. You were hesitant as you stood in front of him.

He was sitting on his desk, working on another pile of paperwork that Erwin had delivered him the same morning. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his ascot laid abandoned on some spot on his desk. His pitch-black hair were messy from running his fingers through them too many times. He had set two buttons of his white shirt loose and his back dress jacket was hanging from the back of his chair.

You could tell he was tired and sleep-deprived. You had heard Section Commander Hange tease him about how he never slept and you could tell that rumour was true.

"You asked for me, sir?" You caught his attention at last.

"Do you know why you're important, y/n?" Levi asked and you got confused right away.

You weren't important. You weren't a titanshifter neither an Ackerman. You were simply a cadet, a soldier of the Survey Corps.

"I'll tell you why," Levi noticed your silence. "Because your different appearance is solid proof that there are people out there. People of various shapes and sizes and looks. People that our small society does not have," his silver eyes met yours "and yes, you are different. But that's what's beautiful about you,"

Your eyes widened and your cheeks got immediately warmer. You looked away from him shyly. Had he actually just said that? "I... y- yes, sir!"

"Good," Levi pulled another document in front of him. "I've assigned Connie and Sasha stable duty for the next two months,"

A small laugh erupted from your throat but you immediately clamped a hand around your lips to shush yourself. "I see,"

He arched an eyebrow. "You find that funny?"

"I- I'm sorry, sir!"

"Don't apologise for laughing, cadet. It suits you,"

Now your cheeks got even redder. God, this wasn't the time to develop a crush on your Captain!

"Dismissed,"

"Thank you, sir!"

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Xinyan x Adventurer!Reader - Liyue Lunch

Quite the first day in Liyue. First, you meet a very beautiful woman. Next, you get to break up an argument on her behalf. And now, she's bringing you out for a lunch as her treat. Pretty great first impression!

"I tend to get in a tussle or two, but that's the first time someone's gotten upset like that about my performances!" Xinyan remarked as she led you down the road, rambling about the encounter with Petunia Pinkies. "Most of the time I'm real careful in causing too much damage. Guess the music just got to me that much."

"I mean, I think it's pretty neat that you're so passionate about your music. Can't actually blame your Vision for reacting to your emotions." You comment, glancing to the similar charm on the small of Xinyan's back.

"That thing sure is reactive. But it's nice to know it's tied to my spirit!" Xinyan boasted as she raised her fists with a grin. "Anyways," she let her posture relax, "we'll be heading to a friend's place. She makes some incredible food, and she's been to Mondstadt too, so she's got all kinds of different things for you to try. You'll find something to like, I swear it." She assured, giving you a playful punch to the shoulder.

"I'll eat anything right about now. I skipped the lunch offered on the boat here, so I'm starving."

"She'll like to hear that." Xinyan stated with another smile.

You had to raise a brow from the way she said it, but you simply continued to follow after Xinyan.

Xinyan didn't seem to mind being a tour guide for you as you both walked to wherever lunch would be. She took great pride in pointing out the best mom-and-pop shops, and her demeanor didn't lighten when she talked of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. In fact, her tone became more respectful when speaking of the owner and her unique tactics in reaching out to those of lost loved ones.

It was hard to ignore the odd or angry looks passersby gave her, and now you by association. They all looked so angry compared to her glee.

"Here we are!" Xinyan announced as she gestured to a nice-looking restaurant.

You held a hand to your stomach when a wave of delicious smells hit you. Something spicy, something sweet, sour, fatty, and all of the different herbs most likely used for the foods as well.

"Wanmin Restaurant, probably the best place in Liyue! And I know the Head Chef. Come on, let's grab a seat before they're all taken up!" Xinyan suggested as she linked her arm with yours, before essentially dragging you into the restaurant.

You allowed it to happen, and this time your face didn't grow as flushed as the last couple times Xinyan got close. Not severely, but there was still a bit of warmth.

Xinyan barged through the restaurant's door, and she quickly waved towards the kitchen.

"Xiangling, I got a traveler over here! They're an adventurer from out of town!" Xinyan called towards the back.

The other guests jolted in surprise or glared once more at Xinyan. One person almost choked on her tea.

A head of dark blue hair popped from the back of the kitchen, and the owner was also decorated with a massive grin and shining hazel-amber eyes.

"Xinyan, hey! Hi, welcome!" 'Xiangling' greeted you and Xinyan, fully moving out of the kitchen as she had a tray of various different foods.

All of them looked really good.

"Welcome to Wanmin Restaurant! Come on, hurry in and take a seat," Xiangling hurried around the dining space, "Xinyan, your spot's still open, and I can move a chair over for you guys, just a moment though, hi, this is your order, right?" She asked a patron while offering a plate of steaming buns.

"She's in a hurry." You murmur as Xinyan leads you to a small table close to the kitchen door.

"Xiangling never slows down for anyone, but that's what makes her a great chef." Xinyan remarks, pulling you to the one chair currently at the table.

"Oh, no, you sit down."

"Nah, it's fine. I can go ahead and grab a menu for you, anyways." Xinyan explains as she practically pushes you into the chair. "Remember, just because it's my treat doesn't mean you go buying the most expensive thing, alright?" She comments, giving you a playful stink eye.

"Of course, of course." You reassure, putting your hands up yet keeping your smile.

Xinyan let out a chuckle as she began to move towards the waitstaff's table, seeing a large stack of menus, disposable chopsticks, and other assortments needed for meals.

You found it a bit hard to look away.

"Hi!"

"Oh shit!" You yelp, almost falling out of the chair as Xiangling appeared right beside you.

"It's neat to meet you! I'm Xiangling, head chef of Wanmin Restaurant and a waitress, and Xinyan's best friend!" Xiangling greets you, pushing her open hand out to you.

"Hi..." You murmur, hesitantly reaching out to shake her hand. "I'm Y/N. From out of town."

"So where are you from exactly?"

"I-"

"Xiangling!"

"Heard! Sorry, gotta go." Xiangling spoke before dashing into the kitchen.

You blankly stare at the kitchen door, watching it swing from the force before stilling.

"What just happened?" You muster.

"You properly met Xiangling." Xinyan answers, walking over with a spare chair and a menu. She set the chair down before sitting in it, and she offered the menu to you. "Told you she doesn't slow down for anyone."

"I can see that." You comment, taking the menu and beginning to look over each food item.

"She's got a lot of passion for this place, and she shows it. She's also been to Mondstadt for a cooking competition. I heard she even cooked with the help of the Traveler." Xinyan explains as she leaned an arm on the table.

"That blonde that's been all over Teyvat?" You ask.

"Yep. Met them once, too. Can't name a single person in Liyue who hasn't met the Traveler, actually." Xinyan comments aloud, seeming to ponder on it.

"Well I haven't met them." You remark.

"Doesn't seem like you've traveled much up 'til now, though."

"Eh, yeah, you got me there. Just had enough funds to finally start traveling around, and Liyue was the prime destination." You state as your eyes finally pass the list of teas. They have a lot of teas in Liyue.

"Why Liyue of all places though? I'd think plenty of people would want to go to Inazuma after the borders opened."

"I'm waiting for the storms to calm down over there until I head over."

"Fair enough," Xinyan nodded in understanding, "that did sound like a hectic mess from all the words in the air. Still, Liyue isn't really all that compared to other nations. Guess as a local, I have a bias though."

"You really do."

"Hey." Xinyan grumbles, but the smile told another emotion.

"I think Liyue is pretty awesome. What with all the different locations and towns here, plus all of the monsters that could be here. I wonder if there's any Lawachurls here." You think aloud. "Besides, your style doesn't seem to be worldwide." You remark, leaning back a bit in your chair as you toss the menu on the table.

Now it was finally time for a small blush to cover Xinyan's face.

"Hu-what?"

"Your style. The spikes and fiery colors, and that awesome lyre with the blade! It's really cool looking, I haven't seen it before."

"I, uh, I, I've, well, I just, you-"

You snort a bit when Xinyan just collapses into a stuttering mess, her face growing redder by the minute. You laugh more when she can't seem to stop stuttering.

"Hey guys," Xiangling zips over to your table with a little notebook and pen in her hands, "sorry, had to start a new batch of oolong tea. Anyways, what can I get you?"

"Right, yeah, ordering food." Xinyan spoke, her voice very high-pitch. "Uh, just my usual, Xiangling."

"Okay, one Pyro Chicken Cutlet and one Blazing Wonton Soup. What about you, newcomer?" Xiangling asks you directly.

"I'll do the sampler plate you offer."

"Great! I'll let the kitchen know about your orders, and they'll be out in a jiff! See you in a bit!" Xiangling quickly assured before once more zooming into the kitchen.

"She is, very speedy." You comment while looking back at Xinyan.

"That's Xiangling for you," Xinyan remarks as she fixes some of her bangs, "uh, anyways, what were we talking about?"

"Your killer style?"

"Not that." Xinyan insists, her face growing red again.

"Alright, fine, what do you want to talk about?" You ask as you lean on the table, partially crossing your arms with your neck hunched some.

Xinyan ponders for a moment, her eyes staring off at the ceiling as her head tilts up by a margin.

She doesn't even try.

A smile forms on Xinyan's lip, but worry fills your mind when you recognize the mischief of the expression.

"You kept making mentions of fighting Hilichurls and whatnot, and you seem a bit fight antsy."

Xinyan leans on the table, almost copying your exact posture. Her eyes have a glint in them as she now directly stares right at you.

"How about you show me, just how you fight, Y/N?"

Your eyes widen in surprise, but a more confident grin placates your face.

"After lunch, I'm starving."

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