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that-vigilant-yaksha · 3 years

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Summary: You are Xiao’s sister and a bratty Adeptus. After meeting the Eleventh Harbinger, you find him most entertaining and decide to make a move on him. However, he has a different plan for you.

Pairing: Childe x Xiao!Sister Reader

Word Count: 4K

Warnings: 18+ || Sexual Content || Dom Childe x Sub Reader || Fingering || Rough Sex || Vaginal Penetration || Choking || Dirty Talk || Blowjob

A/N: This is part one in a series I plan to do with Xiao!Sister reader. Part two will be Scaramouche and Part three with be A threesome of Childe x Xiao!Sister Reader x Scaramouche. I adore this pairing. Also, a little bit of overprotective Xiao at the end! Enjoy!!

It was only a matter of time before your teasing became too much for the Fatui Harbinger. You’d traveled to Liyue Harbor out of boredom, after having a fight with your brother over something you couldn’t remember now. It didn’t matter now that you’d found someone to play with. And Childe was unlike anyone you’d ever met.

“Going to retire early? How boring.” You had been waiting for him outside of Northland Bank, in the shadows, planning on sneaking up on him on the way to your usual tavern. You’d been most shocked when he’d gone straight back to the place he was staying instead. It was irritating to see him blow you off so easily, so you’d decided to tease him about it.

He didn’t startle easily. On the contrary, Childe wore a smirk that said he’d expected this, expected you to follow him here, like a spider drawing the moth into its web, where escape was impossible. “Oh, I have no intentions of that. I merely wanted to see how far you’d follow me. It’s rather bold of you to come so close to someone’s bedroom. I might get the wrong idea.”

He wasn’t like others you toyed with. The Harbinger liked to play with you and didn’t worship at your feet as the people of Liyue did. He wasn’t enamored, nor pulled in by your charm. He had you chasing after him, a new experience. “The wrong idea? Whatever do you mean?” You batted your lashes, peeking from under them with feigned innocence.

Humans were oh so gullible. They fell for the act without much effort, tripping over themselves with heated cheeks and stuttered, incoherent apologies. They’d never be so bold as to proposition an Adeptus.

“I want you, little miss Adeptus.”

You were surprised, blinking in confusion. Did he outright ask for you? An Adeptus? It was frustrating. You were the one to play with humans, not the other way around. You’d only let your gaze fall away for a moment, debating how to approach this... how to win. How to make him beg for you.

Childe was quick, calculated. He’d rushed you, pressing your chest against the wall and using his weight to keep you there, expertly tying your wrists together behind your back. “You let your guard down. You’re my captive, now.” His tone dripped with smugness.

“You’re still human.” Snapping the ropes was child’s play for someone with your power. It was cute that he thought that these could... hold... you? You tugged and tugged but the ropes wouldn’t give. “What did you do?”

Childe snickered, placing a kiss on your exposed shoulder while his gloved fingers lightly traced up your thigh and under your skirt. “That was so adorable. I’m thrilled it worked.” He nipped at a sensitive spot on your neck, eliciting a moan from your lips. “I asked a mutual friend to supply with me an interesting artifact that suppresses your Adepti powers. You can’t see it, but I do have to say the bracelet looks beautiful on your wrist.”

Did an artifact like that even exist? It must, otherwise you couldn’t imagine how this was possible. “Zhongli--” He was the only one with access to such an object. Heat flooded your cheeks. Surely, Childe wouldn’t have told him what he wanted it for.

His fingers slipped into your panties, sliding between your legs. “Ah, look how wet you are. Were you wanting me to do this to you?” He loved the way you were unafraid to talk back to him, but he’d never had the ability to shut you up like he wanted.

Until now.

“Without your powers, you’re practically a human, and we both know who’s stronger now.” Childe rubbed your clit as he spoke. Normally, the two of you were evenly matched, as he was stronger than the average human. But you could hold your own.

Somehow, you felt so small now. Childe towered over you, his body caging you against the wall. And you liked it.

“Is that why you tied my hands? If you’re so much stronger -- Ah-” You gasped as he thrust two fingers into your wet cunt.

“You’re mine tonight. So, I’ll do whatever I want, and you’ll have no choice but to take it.”

You’d never heard a man sound so sexy before. His deep voice filled with a threat that sounded more of a promise to your ears. Humans were your playthings. Feebly creatures that you had your fun with. But you weren’t unaware that it was lacking. You craved this treatment.

Childe trailed kisses up your neck, nibbling on the lobe of your ear. “Unless you want me to stop. Simply say the word and I’ll leave. Otherwise, I’m going to take you to my room,” he paused to trace his tongue along the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your body, “and I’m going to abuse you with pleasure until I’m satisfied. All. Night. Long.”

He’d given you an out, fully confident that you wouldn’t take it. Not with how your pussy clenched around his fingers. Not with your hips rocking against his hand, desperate for more than the languid pace he moved.

You wanted the abuse. You wanted to know what it felt like to be used and dominated by someone. It would feel so good to have him fill you up with his cock and make you cum over and over. Perhaps until you were begging him to stop.

The thought alone alighted your desire.

A whine passed your lips at his slow menstruation. “Please-” Each brush of his thumb across your clit sent a jolt of pleasure up your body. It wasn’t enough. You needed more.

But he wouldn’t give in so easily. “Please what? Let you go? Keep going? I’m getting a lot of mixed signals here.” Childe stilled his hand, chuckling at the frustration on your features. How he wished to see your face contort with pure ecstasy with only the pleasure he could provide. You’d certainly feel amazing on his cock, he was sure. So tight around his just fingers.

He would make you say it.

“Stop being an asshole and take me already!” You threw him a glare, annoyed and completely turned on by his attitude. You were taken by surprise when his hand clamped down over your mouth, fingers digging into your cheek.

“Seems I have a bit of brat on my hands. I’ll have to thoroughly fix that, won’t I?” Childe promised. He did so adore how you couldn’t fully give up your behavior. The mighty Adeptus now rendered helpless and under his control. It would be oh so fun to break you down into the slut he knew you were.

Voices floated down the hallway, heading in your direction. But Childe didn’t move you, instead thrusting his fingers up into your pussy quickly, grinding his palm roughly against your clit.

Surely, he wouldn’t risk you being caught. You couldn’t cum here, in the hallway, out in the open, when at least two of his subordinates were about to round the corner. But you had no choice.

“You’re so tight, little miss Adeptus. Are you excited? Admit it. You want them to find us here, to find you in such a shameful mess. A might Adeptus at the mercy of a lowly human, about to cum all over my hand. Should I wait for them? Show them how dirty you are?”

You shook your head, attempting to deny his words. But it made you weak in the knees. What would it be like to have them watch? Would they get hard? Would they tease her and spit on her? Call her words that no one dared? You were thankful for his hand over your mouth, muffling the moan that tumbled from your lips as you came so hard. Childe was unrelenting his assault on your pussy, letting you ride out the orgasm fully.

His cock was rock hard. He refrained from taking you right there. If you could see how you looked right now... at his mercy. He could pound you against this wall, right now, and have his subordinates discover you creaming all over his cock, a babbling mess. It was tempting.

“I want you all to myself tonight.” Childe caught you as your wobbly legs gave out. The thrill of almost being caught had given you an orgasm unlike any you’d had before. He threw you over his shoulder with a playful smack to your ass. “Don’t go quiet on me now. We’ve just begun.”

“Asshole. We were almost caught!” You said between pants. Obviously letting him know how much it had affected you would only feed his ego. And you couldn’t give that to him.

Childe was quick to take you to his room, not about to let that comment go. He only set you on your feet long enough to expertly strip you of your clothes before tossing you onto the bed. He tongue traced over his lips, blue eyes raking over your naked form. “What a treat. I wonder how many men have seen you like this?”

The hidden meaning behind his words evident to the both of you. She’d had intercourse before. You were thousands of years old. But you were always in control. Now, stripped of everything, including your powers, you were vulnerable, exposed. He could do anything to you, and you were unable to stop it.

Completely under his control.

And slightly embarrassed as Childe made no effort to remove his own clothing. He assessed you as a predator would its prey. The Harbinger was quick, hooking his arm under your knee the second you attempted to close your legs.

“Now, now. I want to see all of what’s mine, girlie.” Childe easily avoided the strike of your other leg, amused by your feeble attempt to kick him. He caught your ankle, now controlling both your legs. You truly were without your powers, and that thought alone made his cock twitch. He could do anything. You were his.

You turned your head away but frowned. “Stop teasing me. I want you to--” It was hard to say it. You were always the one teasing, asking if they really wanted you. How they wanted you. Winding them up tighter and tighter. Your pride unable to say the words you forced others to.

His tender kiss against your ankle a different pace to his rough treatment in the hallway. “What was that? You want me to...” He trailed off, placing kisses along your calf. If he were in the mood, he could worship your entire body with only his mouth. He’d save that for another time. He was well aware of what you truly wanted.

“Seriously? You’re going to play dumb? Untie my hands and let me show you what I can do even without my powers. Ouch!” You squealed as he bit hard on your inner thigh, licking away the pain with his hot tongue.

“I think I understand.” Childe said, nodding his head as he pondered his next move. He unceremoniously dropped both your legs, crawling onto the bed on top of you, taking a rough kiss from your lips. His hand clamped down on your throat, cutting off your air. His blue irises reflecting a demand for compliance.

Your struggle was useless. Without your hands, all you could do was writhe underneath him.

“This is what you want, isn’t it? Someone to be rough with you? It must be hard when the Adepti are so revered. I’ll be no one had ever given you a real good fucking, like you so clearly want. Poor thing. I’ll fix that for you.” He lessened his hold on your throat, just enough to allow you to suck in a gulp of air. His head tilted to the side ever so slightly. “Are you going to be a good girl, and do as I say, or do I need to continue to show you who you belong to?”

Childe loved the defiant look melting off your features. It was refreshing, having someone challenge him. But he was going to take this opportunity to absolutely ruin you. And he knew you’d let him. Because in all your years, you’d never been submissive to anyone. Adepti were above humans, but now you are nothing more than a human girl in the hands of the big, bad Harbinger.

“That’s a good girl. Open your mouth.” He instructed, positioning himself up on his knees, tugging his pants down to free his throbbing cock. As he waited, he stripped off his shirt, tossing it onto the floor behind him.

In all your years, you’d never allowed anyone to actually use your mouth. A teasing lick here or your hand to rile the man up but humans were there to serve you. You let them cum on your tits or stomach, never in your mouth. Besides that, you were enthralled by his nearly perfect cock, length and girth, with a little curve that would undoubtedly aid in hitting that sweet spot in your pussy.

“Come on,” Childe said, prodding the tip against your pink lips, precum coating as lipstick would. He could be achingly gentle when he wanted to be, stroking your cheek with his gloved fingers. As if he was aware that this was a first for you.

You parted your lips, heart leaping in your chest when he praised you. It barely fit, filling up your mouth so much that it ached. Childe’s guttural moan made heat flood to your cheeks.

He started out slow, slipping in and out of your mouth. Childe entangled his fingers into your silky hair, jerking your head back to create a better angle. “Breath through your nose.”

It escaped you as to why he’d say such a thing, until he thrust forward, all the way to the back of your throat. You gagged, the feeling completely foreign and it did limit your breathing.

“Keep your eyes open. Watch me fuck your mouth,” Childe demanded, giving you a smack on your cheek. He picked up speed, hitting the back of your throat over and over. Each time his cock hit, you felt it in your cut.

Spit drooled out the sides of your mouth. You probably looked disgusting, choking on his hard dick. Even tears spilled from your eyes. It was unbecoming of an Adeptus, but you wanted to hear more of his moans. Your legs started to twitch, thighs rubbing together for the tiniest amount of friction.

A smirk tugged on his lips. “Oh, someone is desperate for attention, aren’t they? But you look so pretty taking all of my cock. I’ll bet I’m the first to ever see you like this. Swallow it all for me.” He gritted his teeth, moaning between his words. A few more deep thrusts and he shot his load down your throat, warm and sticky.

As he pulled out, you sucked in a deep breath, able to fully breathe again. You coughed, keeping it from going down your windpipe. Although hazy, you could tell he was already ready to continue. You’d slept with a lot of humans, but they’d always quit after cumming once, even if you hadn’t gotten off.

“Untie my arms-” You said through your pants. Your entire body was oh so hot.

But Childe chuckled, leaning back against the headboard. “If you want me so badly, then come here, little miss Adeptus.” He threw out the nickname only he used, taunting you to make a move. It was a damned situation either way.

You whined loudly, kicking your legs. “You can’t abandon me at the good part! I AM an Adeptus and--”

His hand was at your throat in an instant, but he smiled down at you. “I wouldn’t finish that sentence if I were you. I do believe I told you that the bracelet takes away your power. But if you want to play the power game, I’m more than willing.” He didn’t squeeze, only threatening to.

You were silent, gauging how serious he was. You’d seen this side of him countless times in battles together. Ruthless.

“I’m sure as a revered Adeptus, you’ve never had to beg for anything. Humans bowing down in your presence. But right now, you’re nothing more than my plaything. So, if you want me to fuck you, to make you cum over and over, then beg. Prove to me that you want my cock more than anyone else.”

Childe only waited for a second more before sighing dramatically. “Ah, well. Be that way.” He climbed from the bed, pulling up his pants to hand loosely around his waist. “This was fun. Good luck freeing yourself from those ropes.”

He was really going to leave. No, you couldn’t allow that. Not with the heat pooling in your core, thighs slick with your own juices. You need release. And he was the only one who could give it to you. Your head hit the mattress, causing it to squeak. “Wait! Don’t leave me.”

But you got no response. Frustration built up in your body. When your eyes found him again, he was at the door, not even bothering to give you a glance. Tears pooled in your eyes. You needed him to come back. “Please! Childe! I need it. I can’t stand how much I need you!”

“Go on. I’m listening,” Childe toyed with you more, approaching the spot where you writhed on the bed. He loved the way your chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. Your body a sight, really. Otherworldly. He couldn't pass up an opportunity to have you, although it was cute that you believed him.

Gloved fingers trailed over your thighs. You bit down on your lip hard enough to draw blood. “You’re the only human I’d let do this to me. So, fuck me! Please!” It was the truth. You couldn’t imagine another human who could light your body on fire without having even entered you yet.

“Desperation makes you look so pretty, but I’ll bet you’ll look even better cumming around my cock,” He teased, ghosting his hand over your pussy just to see your hips buck forward. His gaze traveled over your trembling body. “Be sure to cry out for me as loud as you can.”

You whined when he pulled you to the edge of the bed, resting one of your legs against his shoulder. His tip prodded your entrance. “Don’t go soft on me now,” You barely got the words out. “Ah-”

Childe went easy until he’d sank fully into you, your walls barely adjusting to his size with a satisfied moan. “You’re so wet for me. Perfect for this-” He didn’t give time to think, snapping his hips back and forward with an intense pace. “Keep squeezing me like that.”

It wasn’t intentional. The curve of his cock hitting against your g-spot and how full he made you. Your pussy wanted to feel it more and more, harder and harder. “More-” You were losing your grip on reality, only able to focus on his ramming into you.

The Harbinger smirked. You’d only barely taken what he had in store for you, but you were already so far gone. “Cum for me.” He rubbed his fingers over your sensitive, swollen clit, a little too hard.

And you were oh so sensitive. Stars erupted in your eyes, toes curled, and your legs quivered as the coil snapped and you spiraled into the abyss of pleasure. It hardly sounded like your own voice coming from your mouth, noises you’d never made before spilling from your lips.

“Shit-” He was struggling to keep his pace with how tight your cunt had gotten, milking his cock. You nearly pushed him out, but he leaned down, pushing both your legs back toward your chest and thrusting you through the orgasm.

The room was spinning when you finally opened your eyes. Has anyone ever made you cum so hard before? “Hurts-” The muscles in your shoulders were aching from being pulled back by your tied wrists. “Take them off-”

Childe complied, freeing you from the ropes and bringing your red wrists up his lips, kissing them gently. He hadn’t intended to make you bleed but apparently, you’d been tugging so much that it had caused the rope to scratch your skin raw.

“It’ll heal.” You said, finally able to sit up without assistance, reaching out to wrap your arms around his neck. “Don’t stop now.” You pressed a kiss to the side of his head, languidly rocking your hips.

“I wasn’t planning to,” Childe retorted, easily lifting you off the bed, still all the way inside your drenched pussy. A showoff to the end. He had no issue holding you up, only using the wall to allow you to lean back, giving him access to your breasts that bounced with each thrust.

He dipped his head down to scrape his teeth over your hard nipple, biting gently and licking away the pain. You entangled your fingers into his soft hair, clinging to him with all the strength you had left. Breathy whines escaped your lips. Not as rough as before, but the changed position hit differently.

“Ah - I’m gonna-” Words were too difficult to form. Your legs loosened around his waist, but Childe’s arm tightened around your waist, holding you up. His lips exploring your breasts and up your collar, leaving marks to be found in the morning.

The third orgasm of the night left you speechless. Your mouth was open, but no sounds came out. It felt so good. You never wanted this feeling to end. Your walls clenching around his cock sent him over the edge as well. Childe came inside you without a second thought.

He made a few more languid thrusts, capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss. Neither of you could catch your breath but wanted to taste each other a little longer. But your bodies were exhausted, and Childe managed to get you to the bed and cover you both up with the covers.

His final thought before falling asleep was how cute you were cuddled up against him. He brushed his fingers through your hair, kissing your head tenderly.

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You arrived back at Wangshu Inn around dawn. Your escapade for the night over, and Childe had been called in for some emergency. Staying in his room after he left was strange, so you decided to go back home. You gave a halfhearted wave to Boss on the long walk up to the top floor. Were there always this many stairs?

“You stayed out all night again.”

The nagging voice of your brother this early in the morning was very annoying. “Were you worried, Xiao?” You flopped onto the bed, not bothering to get under the covers, or even fully crawl onto it. You were sore, but in the best way.

Xiao rolled his eyes, already aware of what you had been up to. He’d been witness to your escapades for centuries. Some more serious than others, always the one to pick up the pieces when the human inevitably didn’t meet your standards and your heart was broken.

“Don’t give me that look.”

“What look?”

You squint your eyes at him. “That look. The one that says, ‘You’re being irresponsible and going to end up hurt again.’ There are no feelings involved. Just sex, which by the way, you should try. It might mellow you out. Loosen up all those tense muscles- oof” You hadn’t the energy to block his chop to your head. Lifting any part of your body would be near impossible.

“At least get under the covers,” Xiao said, refusing to indulge in your teasing. He was a good brother, though. He took your shoes off before tugging the comforter back and getting you settled. “Get some sleep.”

“Only if you go get laid.” You grinned at his frown. He never spoke of any of his intimate relations with humans. It might have made anyone else wonder if he’d ever actually done it, but you knew better. He was simply private, and very good at keeping secrets.

Xiao pulled the covers up over your head and muttered a goodnight.

You giggled through a yawn. After only a few hours rest... after what Childe had made you experience... You were absolutely exhausted. It wasn’t so bad being human, if only with him. Perhaps there were other humans as commanding and brutal as he was in bed. You’d surely find out someday.

#genshin impact #genshin impact childe #genshin impact childe x reader #READ THE WARNING #this is not holy #xiao sister reader #genshin impact x reader #long genshin fic #now that this is out of my head #i can work on more requests!

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half-bakedboy · 3 years

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Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz | Rated T | Chapters 1/11 | Posting Every Other Day

When Maddie showed up at the one-eighteen covered in bruises and needing a place to stay, Buck didn't hesitate to let her into his home and the new life he had created in L.A. While he was happy to have his sister back, he was tired of insisting to her that he wasn't as lonely as she accused him of being. So when she assumes he's in some secret relationship with his coworker and best friend, Eddie, Buck decides it couldn't hurt to tell a little white lie, especially when it meant his sister could focus on something that wasn't her own past.

Now Buck is stuck trying to navigate through a ruse of his own creation while dealing with newfound feelings for his best friend that seemed to sneak up on him.

Oh, and did he mention the mysterious accelerant that kept finding itself in his path, putting everyone he loves in danger?

read chapter one on ao3

“I’m just worried about you, Evan,” Maddie sighed into the phone. Buck’s heart did that stupid little stutter directly correlated with disappointing his sister and he held the phone away from his face as if that would lessen the guilt he felt.

“Mads, I’m—”

“You’re not fine.”

Buck sighed. “I wasn’t going to say fine. I was going to say—” Buck thought for a second, but his sister was right—as she usually was—and who was he to argue with her? “Alright, I was going to say fine, but it’s because it’s true!” Buck urged, hoping that the more times he said it, the more likely she’d be to believe it. (Maybe he could convince himself of the fact along the way.)

“It’s been almost two months since Abby—”

“Really, big sis? You just gotta bring that up?” He complained, groaning more than audibly as he stared up at the firehouse ceiling. He had found in the last few weeks of overtime shifts that counting the tiles and slabs that made up the structure was a great way to pass the time.

“Yes, little bro, I have to bring it up because I’m—”

“—Worried about you.” Buck finished the sentence with her and prepared for annoyance or, at the very least, another deep sigh, but instead, she stayed quiet as if giving him the chance to speak up.

Another sigh resonated before Maddie said, “You’re all alone in this big city with no family. You have to understand my worry.”

“I do, I really do, but I’m finally finding myself here. The 118 has really taken me in as their own; they’re friends who almost qualify as family at this point!” Buck argued, running a hand through his hair. Maddie couldn’t possibly understand what his fellow firefighters had meant to him.

“Have you at least started dating yet?” Maddie asked. Buck resisted the urge to hang up on her and took a deep breath as he considered her question. He could tell the truth, which was that he hadn’t so much as touched a woman since Abby tore his heart out of his chest and stomped it into the ground.

Or…

“I’m dabbling,” he decided to say instead.

It wasn’t completely a lie. He had decided a few days ago with a lot of pressure from Hen and Karen that he needed to at least attempt to get back out there and downloaded one of the most popular dating apps he could find. He set up his profile—albeit very scarcely—and had been waiting for those likes to come in. What he wasn’t expecting was almost complete radio silence and for his ego to take a direct hit when Chim got a date within the first hour of downloading it.

“Anyone I should know about?” For some reason, Buck wasn’t expecting the question. He thought that Maddie would shy away from asking or just be happy that Buck had divulged even just that little bit of information, but no. She just had to put her brother on the spot and have him panicking about what to say.

“Soon?” He sputtered, immediately regretting his words the moment Maddie’s small squeal echoed through the speaker.

“Evan Buckley, I knew you were keeping something from me the second you said you were fine! You knew that I wouldn’t just take that laying down, right? You must’ve!” The happiness in her voice broke Buck’s heart a little further and he couldn’t back down; not when her joy was so obvious in her rambling and the way she giggled into the phone.

“I— It’s really new, Mads,” Buck muttered as he tilted his head to the side and let his phone rest against his cheek.

“New is good and you deserve good, Buck,” Maddie said, the words like a gentle caress to his cheek that he would have leaned into if she was there. As if an idea had just occurred to her, Maddie gasped and said excitedly, “I’m gonna come visit. I’ve gotta meet this family of yours and you can’t avoid introducing me to whoever is making your life a little less lonely if I show up at your door.” Buck was annoyed that she had a point, but the prospect of having his sister around after a few years of space had his heart warming in his chest.

“You’re welcome here any time, Mads. I’ve really missed—”

“I’ve gotta go,” Maddie said, her voice quieter and a bit more panicked than Buck would ever have wanted to hear. “Doug needs me to— Well, he just needs me. Will you please stop being such a stranger and let me in on your life from now on, little brother?” Buck rolled his eyes at the term of endearment but agreed easily anyway.

“You know everything there is to know, sis.”

He wished he could be surprised when he got the text a few hours later that a trip to L.A. just wasn’t in the cards for her.

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The one-eighteen was quiet—though Buck wouldn’t dare say the word—for the majority of his shift a few days after his call with Maddie, which he was grateful for because Bobby was tabling his famous pasta bar as Buck skipped up the firehouse steps. The rest of the team was already seated in their usual spots and Buck took his next to the newest recruit, Eddie, elbowing his side as he leaned to scoop up the first piece of lasagna.

“Ay, the rest of us eat first, unless you’re planning on serving me, Diaz,” Buck teased with an over-exaggerated wink.

“You know I just live to serve you, Buckley,” Eddie shot back easily and Buck couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up inside of him. It had been their thing since the new guy started. Buck would flirt with him until the rest of the team groaned or stopped it and apparently, Hen was at her wits end already if the piece of bread that slammed into Buck’s head was any indication.

“ Jeez , Hen, we’re just having some fun,” Buck pouted, taking a large bite out of the piece of food that landed on his plate.

“Do you always have to flirt with the newbie? It’s honestly sickening,” Hen complained with a roll of her eyes but Buck knew there was no heat in her words. He realized that look was all too similar to the one his sister would have given him. Buck laughed and tossed a grape tomato in her direction in retaliation.

“There’s no stopping us now,” Buck assured her with a wink.

And there really wasn’t. Buck and Eddie had been like that since the very beginning, and they only grew more comfortable and in sync in the few months they had spent working together. Eddie had joined the team as an openly gay single dad with no hesitation and Buck had respected that immediately. He was not one to hide his interest in any and all genders, but he wasn’t exactly waving a flag when he started at the one-eighteen.

There was about a minute of silence when Eddie introduced himself before Buck decided that the best way to smooth him onto the team dynamic was to hit on him. Buck made a ridiculous come-on about a firehose that was brushed aside by the rest of the team, but Eddie laughed and gave it right back. The two had been fast friends ever since, much to the dismay of the rest of their team.

“What’s everyone’s plans for the next three days off?” Buck asked as he stacked both his and Eddie’s plates full of food, tossing an untouched piece of bread behind his back that Eddie caught seamlessly just before it landed in his salad dressing.

“Christopher and I have a Marvel marathon planned that I couldn’t even try to get out of,” Eddie offered, slurping up a spaghetti noodle as Buck sat back down. “Which reminds me that he wanted me to ask you if you could come?” Eddie asked, peering at Buck out of the corner of his eye. Buck wasn’t sure where the sudden shyness had come from, but before he could ask or answer, Bobby was chiming in.

“May and Harry are with Michael so I will be finally showing Athena that my cooking skills are not just for show,” Bobby said with a large smile on his face. Buck liked seeing him like that, unapologetically happy for the new life he was starting.

“I’m planning on sleeping until my alarm goes off in three days,” Chim laughed from where he leaned back in his chair. “What about you, Buckaroo?”

“Well, I was going to try and find a date because my sister won’t stop bugging me about being single, but…” He trailed off, cupping Eddie’s shoulder tightly in his hand, “I just got an offer I’d be a fool to refuse.”

Eddie smiled and shrugged off Buck’s touch with a fond roll of his eyes before they focused on his plate. Buck glanced around at his team with an uncontrollable smile on his face as they bantered and laughed and listened intently to whatever story Hen was telling about her son, Denny. He thought back to his conversation with Maddie and how worried she had sounded for him, as if he was alone without Abby.

He wasn’t. His team—their laughter and camaraderie, their friendship and love, their shared stories and experience—was everything he needed.

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Buck was stuck with the dishes once the table was cleared, but he didn’t mind. He liked to get lost in the mundane task of scrubbing and cleaning, the clanging of the dishes a friendly reminder that he had spent much-needed bonding time with his team. Plus, doing the dishes meant he got to decide where they would go out after their shift and he had the best places in mind.

“Ma’am, are you okay?” Buck heard Chim’s voice softer than he expected from the second-floor terrace.

“I’m— That’s just the question of the day, isn’t it?” Buck’s heart dropped as he recognized the all too familiar voice and before he could think twice, his legs were bringing him down the stairs in a sprint. “I’m looking for—”

“Maddie?” Buck asked. When she turned, he caught sight of the bruises littering her face and peaking out from underneath the collar of her shirt. The long sleeves did nothing to hide the darkness around her wrists and she didn’t even try to cover up the gashes on her cheek and lip.

“Hey, Evan,” she said weakly, a forced smile tugging at her lips. Buck had her in his arms before her legs could fully give out and he held her tightly to his chest, careful of the soreness he knew was probably hidden underneath her clothes.

“Hey, hey, I got you. I got you, you’re okay,” Buck whispered into her hair as she sobbed, nails clawing at his back that probably would have hurt if he wasn’t so focused on providing his sister comfort. He caught Chim’s eyes over her shoulder, EMT bag in hand, and shook his head, searching the room for Hen. Chim seemed to understand exactly what he was doing and ran to the back where Buck was pretty sure Hen was resting.

“I didn’t know where else to go,” Maddie choked out as she tried to pull away. Buck wouldn’t let her, though, as he threaded his fingers through her hair and kissed her temple softly.

“Here is perfect, okay? Don’t worry about it,” Buck reassured. He wasn’t sure exactly what to say to her. He had known her relationship with Doug wasn’t the best and there was no doubt in his mind that that monster had hurt her. The way her body trembled and her voice shook had Buck feeling uneasy himself as he led her to one of the more comfortable couches in the station.

“Hey, sweetie, I’m Hen. You’re Buck’s sister? Maddie?” Hen said as she approached, carefully as if walking up to an easily spooked animal. Buck appreciated it as much as it hurt him to see.

“That’s me, the overbearing big sister,” Maddie attempted to joke, but it fell flat to everyone that had gathered around except for Buck.

“I don’t think I ever used the word ‘overbearing’ specifically. Maybe persistent, annoying was probably dropped in there a time or two,” Buck teased. He was too grateful when Maddie’s hand came up to swat his shoulder to focus on the wince on her face at the movement.

“She can’t be worse than you, Buckaroo,” Chim chimed in from where he stood a few feet away, flanked by Bobby and Eddie, who Buck noted was paying closer attention to where he kneeled beside his sister than he was at Maddie like everyone else.

“I promise I’m not,” Maddie said weakly. Buck held onto her hand delicately as Hen settled beside her, the EMT bag on her lap.

“Any family of Buck’s is family of ours,” Bobby stated, nodding at Hen as if giving her the okay to fully check up on her.

“He’s told me a lot about you guys, his family away from family. I—” Maddie’s breath hitched as Hen pressed her thumbs over the bruises along her collarbones and she pressed her lips together to compose herself before she continued. “I’m sorry for barging in this way, looking like—”

“—Like a Buckley?” Eddie offered, easing the bit of tension of what wasn’t being said in the room. Buck sent him a thankful nod as he squeezed his sister’s hand. “We’ve heard y’all are prone to accidents. The number of times I’ve had to patch up this one on company time is too many and counting.” Buck laughed and tossed a friendly finger in Eddie’s direction, smiling when Maddie seemed to relax at the banter.

“This one is always tossing himself into the fire quite literally, huh?” Maddie asked. Buck could tell she was relieved to have the conversation moved away from her and he didn’t mind being the target for her benefit.

“I’ve only been here for a few months, but I’m pretty sure Buck would put anyone before himself.” Eddie’s voice was a lot closer than Buck had expected and he didn’t realize how much tension was building up inside of him until Eddie’s hand landed in between his shoulder blades. He glanced up to catch his friend’s eye, smiling softly at the steady and comforting press on his back.

“Yeah, that’s exactly who he is,” Maddie muttered. When Buck glanced up at her, her eyes were narrowed and darted back and forth between him and Eddie accusatorily. That was not good . Buck cleared his throat.

“Can you guys give us a minute?” Buck asked.

Eddie ran his hand up to Buck’s shoulder, squeezing gently and Buck couldn’t resist reaching up to let his palm brush over the back of Eddie’s hand, letting him know how much the gesture was appreciated. Bobby and Chim hesitantly nodded in response before they all disappeared, leaving an even more tense Maddie and nerve-filled Buck alone with Hen who was treating the cut on Maddie’s cheek.

As if scared for Buck to ask, Maddie offered, “It had been a few months, Buck. I thought— I really thought he had changed.” Buck sighed and rested his forehead on Maddie’s knee, relaxing only marginally when Maddie’s hand patted the back of his head.

“What was it this time? Did you argue with him a little too hard? Maybe you didn’t reach the level of perfection he always required of you?”

“Buck—” Hen warned, shooting a look that could kill in Buck’s direction.

“No, it’s— It’s okay. He’s right either way,” Maddie relented with a deep sigh. “It had been building since I said I wanted to visit you in L.A. I told him that you had alluded to seeing someone and that I wanted to see if it was true. He said I couldn’t go, that he was the only family I needed, and when I argued against that…” Maddie trailed off, gesturing to her face and that was enough for Buck to put together what happened next.

“He did this because of me?” Buck’s voice shook as he glanced back at his sister, reaching a hand up to stroke a finger over the dark bruise on her jaw. Maddie grabbed it and turned toward her brother, leveling their eyes together with a protectiveness in them that provided him the calm he needed.

“This was not your fault, Evan,” Maddie said sternly.

“It’s neither of your faults,” Hen added, resting her palm on Maddie’s arm softly. Maddie nodded and smiled at Hen as brightly as she could given the circumstances.

“She’s right and I came here because I can’t have this happen anymore,” Maddie stated, holding onto Buck’s hand a little tighter. “You mentioned your captain’s girlfriend was a cop?”

Buck nodded and wrapped his arms around his sister, wishing he had never let go in the first place.

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Athena had arrived at the station quicker than Buck had expected her to. Upon seeing him, she pulled him into a tight hug that he didn’t realize he had needed so much before disappearing into Bobby’s empty office with Maddie. He didn’t trust just anyone with his sister, but the second the door shut, he felt like he could finally take a breath.

He was flanked by both Hen and Eddie in a flash while Chim paced in front of them, chewing on a piece of beef jerky to stay occupied. Bobby watched from above, silently observing his team, and looking ready to step in if Buck needed it. They were all there for him and when the door finally opened after what felt like hours later, the smile that tugged at the corner of Maddie’s lips told Buck she had seen just that.

“Again, I’m really sorry for—” Athena shook her head and pointed a finger at Maddie, effectively stopping her unneeded apology.

“You’ll only have to be sorry if you don’t let this one take care of you the way you deserve,” she said, raising her eyebrows like a challenge. Maddie pressed her lips together and nodded bashfully as she leaned into the arm Buck had thrown around her neck.

“Buck, shift’s just about over. Why don’t you show your sister where she’ll be staying?” Bobby said. It was an order as much as a suggestion but Buck was going to take him up on it either way.

“Yeah, that sounds great. Let me know if you need me to come back in.” Bobby silenced him with one look.

“We can survive the next hour without you, man,” Eddie chimed in. He walked over and pulled Buck into a one-armed hug as if he knew nothing could pry him away from his sister. Buck was grateful for the extra warmth Eddie provided him, either way.

“If you guys need anything, you know where we’ll be,” Hen assured, rubbing a gentle palm down Maddie’s arm until their hands were connected. Maddie squeezed it tightly and mouthed her thanks at Hen who brushed it off with a wave of her hand.

“I can’t thank you guys enough,” Buck began, but he stopped himself from saying any more before any of his team could argue. “I’ll see you in a few days?” He asked, directing his attention to Bobby so he could let his captain know that his sister arriving wouldn’t impact his work. As if he already knew, Bobby nodded and wrapped an arm around Athena’s waist.

“We’ll probably see you before then,” Bobby offered with a slight wink and Buck laughed.

“You guys sure I can steal my little brother away early?” Maddie asked nervously.

“Now that you’ve teased us with him leaving, you can’t take it back,” Eddie said from beside Buck. They both had to laugh and Buck punched Eddie’s arm in retaliation only for Eddie to grab onto his hand tightly, not letting him pull away yet. His voice was low as he muttered, “You’ll let me know if you need anything?”

It was meant to be a question, but Buck knew it wasn’t. Everyone around them was so focused on Maddie and her injuries—which Buck couldn’t blame them for—that none of them really stopped to think how tough the next few days may be for the Buckley’s as a whole. But not Eddie. Just one glance from his friend told Buck that Eddie was well aware of the toll this might take on Buck’s good-natured mind and that Eddie was going to be there through it all.

“Yeah,” Buck confirmed, resting a hand on Eddie’s neck in a friendly gesture of comfort, “I’ll call you.”

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“I’m not going back there,” Maddie said the minute the door to Buck’s apartment shut.

“I know you’re not,” Buck agreed because even if she hadn’t made the choice herself, he wasn’t going to see his big sister hurt like that again.

“I grabbed what I could before I left and it’s going to take me a little while to get back on my feet, but—”

“Hey,” Buck said gently, wrapping his arms around his sister once more, “we’re gonna figure this out. It’s always been just the two of us, right? Sure, a few years have gone by, but you’re still the most important person in the world to me and we’re going to figure this out.” He repeated, believing the words so fully that Maddie must have, too. Her shoulders slumped in either relaxation or defeat, Buck couldn’t be sure which, and she pulled away enough for Buck to press a soft kiss to her forehead.

“Can I stay here for a little? Just until—”

“Maddie, stop. You’re staying here whether you like it or not,” Buck said with a laugh, ruffling her hair in his hand before she could swat him away.

“I just don’t want to impose on any guests you might have around,” Maddie said, crossing her arms over her chest and glancing around his apartment as if looking for signs of additional life.

Buck sighed, “Go take a shower while I make up some dinner.” Maddie’s laugh was so refreshing, the tension of the last few hours seemed to fall right off of his shoulders.

When he heard the water turn on, he busied himself with finding dinner even though he was still full from the large lunch at the station. He wasn’t sure when the last time Maddie had eaten was but her skin was too pale even through the bruises for him not to offer her something good. He rummaged through his cabinets for way too long, losing track of time as he listened to Maddie’s voice stop and start in the shower.

He used to love listening to her sing. She had always been carefree and beautiful and that was always something he admired. He could hear the hesitance in her voice as she weakly sang through the chorus of one of her favorite country songs and wished he could heal whatever it was inside that had her balking. Buck loved her more than anything in the world.

With a deep breath, he reminded himself that she had made that first step, the one he had wanted her to so many years before. He smiled to himself, grateful that she made it back to him mostly in one piece. Even though she didn’t have that fire in her eyes that he remembered, he knew that her deciding to come home to him was the spark she needed to light it back up.

A knock at the door had him cursing because the water had shut off and he still didn’t have dinner on the table. When he opened the door and saw Eddie, two pizza boxes in hand, he thought he might cry.

“I figured you usually go grocery shopping with Chris and I and we’re running low on food for two so—” Buck interrupted him by wrapping him another suffocatingly tight hug.

“Man, you could not have arrived at a better fucking time,” Buck sighed with relief. “I can’t believe you did this for her,” he muttered mostly to himself. Eddie opened his mouth, but before he could respond, Maddie trotted down the stairs, patting her hair down with a towel.

“Eddie, right?” She asked, a twinkle in her eye that Buck wasn’t too fond of given the situation. “Did you bring us dinner?”

Eddie nodded and mumbled, “Yeah, for, uh, you actually.” Buck took the pizza boxes from his hands and Eddie immediately ran his fingers through the hair on the back of his neck as if suddenly bashful. Buck thought he looked more adorable than usual but brushed it aside.

“That is so sweet of you,” Maddie said, knocking her hip against Buck’s. “Isn’t that so sweet of him, Evan?” Eddie snickered and Buck knew it was because of the use of his first name. He shot an unimpressed glance at Eddie who pressed his lips together in return as if holding back more laughter.

“Eddie’s just a regular old saint if you ask anyone,” Buck explained with much more sarcasm in his voice than he really intended. Maddie didn’t seem to notice as she smiled up at Eddie.

“Are you staying for dinner? I’m sure Buck would appreciate the company,” Maddie said happily, side-eyeing Buck as if he’d even thought to go against her words.

“Oh, no, I gotta get back to my kid,” Eddie said, gesturing with his thumb over his shoulder. Buck knew Christopher wasn’t with him or else he would have asked them both to come inside.

“You have a kid?” Maddie asked, mouth agape for reasons Buck didn’t know but would definitely ask her about later.

“Yeah, Christopher. He’s—”

“—The best kid in the entire world,” Buck interrupted, turning to his sister. “Maddie, this kid is a spitfire and he’s got jokes and comebacks for everything, I swear! And he’s like the smartest 8-year-old I’ve ever met, not that I’ve hung out with many 8-year-olds, but still. You’re gonna love him!” Buck decided. He must have been rambling as both his sister and Eddie were staring over at him with amused looks on their faces. “…What?”

“I mean, I was just gonna tell her his age, but I guess all that stuff is true, too,” Eddie teased. He flinched when Buck swatted at him with the hand that wasn’t holding the pizza.

“He sounds incredible. I hope I get to meet him?” Maddie asked. Buck nodded quickly and a smile Buck wasn’t sure he had ever seen before tugged at the corner of Eddie’s lips. Buck was just about to offer for them to come over the following night when he remembered what he had already agreed to.

“Oh, crap. The Marvel movie night!” Buck exclaimed as he finally set the pizzas down on the side table. “Did you already tell Chris I was gonna join?”

“Yeah, but it’s totally fine. I’m sure he’ll understand that your sister is here and—”

“Nonsense! You promised that kid a movie night, he’s gonna get a movie night!” Maddie shouted as she opened up the pizza box and helped herself to a slice. Buck was glad she seemed to still have the appetite he remembered. “I don’t mind having a night to myself. It’s been too long since I’ve been able to just cry over a sad Hallmark movie with a glass of wine, you know?” Buck didn’t, but he also really wanted to hang out with the Diazes.

“We can always reschedule. Marvel isn’t going anywhere,” Eddie offered, but Maddie just shook her head and slapped Buck’s arm like it was his job to convince Eddie he would be a fool to do that.

“I’ll be over tomorrow at five with sandwiches to pay you back for tonight, okay?” Buck said softly, holding Eddie’s bicep in his palm. A blush covered his face and Buck wasn’t sure why he was being so nervous all of a sudden; they bantered and touched like that all the time.

“Yeah, okay. Maddie, thank you for letting me steal him and enjoy the pizza. Buck, I’ll, uh, see you tomorrow.” He waved as he backed away and Buck watched as he jumped into his car and drove off.

Once the door was shut, Maddie smacked him on the arm and Buck recoiled, sending a confused glance at his sister.

“What the hell was that for?” Buck asked, rubbing his skin even though it really didn’t hurt that bad.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were dating a coworker !” Maddie shouted, gaping at Buck with joy in her eyes that he had missed more than he realized. He was so focused on her happiness, it took him more than a few reasonable moments to realize what she had said.

“I’m— Wait, what?” Buck asked, pausing mid-bite on the piece of the pepper and sausage pizza he made a mental reminder to thank Eddie for tomorrow.

“Eddie?!” Maddie repeated in a squeal. “I knew after our conversation that whoever you were dating wasn’t just any old person, but another firefighter? A male firefighter at that? No wonder you didn’t want to tell me yet!” Buck blanched and finished chewing his pizza carefully so as to not choke.

“Maddie, I mean this with no malice and all confusion; what the absolute fuck are you talking about?” Maddie scoffed and grabbed the pizza boxes, wandering to the living room and placing them on the coffee table. She made her way into the kitchen to grab two beers from the fridge before settling down next to Buck who had to sit on the couch and think before he fell over.

“Oh, you cannot even pretend that you guys aren’t head over heels for each other. The hand on your back at the station? The side hug? Bringing you pizza after a rough day? The blushing?!” Maddie raised her eyebrows at Buck and he honestly didn’t know how to respond.

He should have said it was nothing. He should have said they were the only two openly not-straight men that he knew of who worked at the LAFD and were closer because of that. He should have said that they were just friends who put their lives at risk for each other every day so their relationship was bound to be special. He should have said all of that.

But Maddie looked so happy and carefree so instead, he lied.

“It’s… really new,” he said, echoing the words he had told her before she came to L.A. Her squeal of delight was enough for any regret he might have had to wash away and for his heart to soar that he could put that bright smile back on his sister’s face.

“Evan Buckley, you have to tell me everything !” Maddie crossed her legs on the couch and settled back against the cushions, making herself comfortable in the place Buck had started to call home. Even with the bruises and cuts littering her face, she looked at ease, and Buck smiled over at her widely.

“There’s nothing to tell, Mads. He started at the station a few months ago and we just… hit it off. Like I said, it’s new and he’s… good.” He wasn’t sure why he had hesitated but he hoped she didn’t read too much into it. When she rested a gentle hand on his bicep and squeezed, he knew she had believed every word of what he had said. The fact it wasn’t a total lie was the only reason he didn’t let his guilt build up too much just yet.

“I’m really proud of you, you know?” Maddie said softly, moving her hand up to cup the side of his face and brush her thumb along his cheekbone. He melted into the touch and closed his eyes, the words resonating through him as the ones he always longed to hear.

“What for?” Buck asked.

Maddie sighed and said, “For being you.” She tapped his nose with the tip of her finger before she added, “Now tell me all about him!”

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WHEWWWW CHILEEE 🥵😳👀

After a certain conversation I saw from the lovely @mythiccheroacademia about a bass voice induced/hood(ish) Tamaki I HAD to write this idea. I feel like he’s still be shy but let the right one say down outta pocket shiii...the black force energy is ACTIVATED and he’s not backing down from a fight 😌

So I write this up , I hope it’s okay sskksndkdn it’s really my first official black!reader with a character 🥺 (also me admitting how much I love Cece and her works with this here 👉🏾👈🏾)

Paring(s) : Tamaki Amajiki x Black!reader

Word count: roughly 2.4K

Warnings ; LANGUAGE LANGUAGE LANGUAGE. Just some explicit language of tama telling off hoes ✨ jealous and hot under the collar tamaki of sorts 😌 yes tamaki is older, they’d both graduated and currently in a pro hero company

Don’t play with me// T. Amajiki

It was just a day out with your loving boyfriend Tamaki. The two of you had been dating for a while. Now in the summer of no classes and no extra hero work to do , the two of you decided to do way more together; dates, game nights, other festivities you name it the shy boy went along with it. To the surprise of you both, your two cousins and big brother decided to have a surprise trip to Japan to see you, and to meet the man who stole your heart. They were rough around the edges, tattoos as far as the eyes could see, but to you, they were who you grew up with, the fun and adrenaline filled things y’all did made up your childhood and life until you transferred to U.A wanting to strengthen your own quirk and be a hero , plus you always wanted to visit japan, you being prepared already, almost outstanding in your Japanese, and loving the culture you could experience first hand there.

And that’s where you met a very shy but handsome Tamaki Amajiki. Surprising most around him the two of you hit it off, understanding eachother and quietly talking to yourselves about whatever topic that came up. It was evident to his friends, especially his best friend Mirio that he had fallen for the exchange student from across seas, who stole his heart and made him more confident. Getting that confidence boost made him ask you out, and now you two were a happy couple of 2 years, going on to a lifetime.

Which brings us to the current time, it too you at least a half hour for him to come from your shared room to meet his other family to be. After the first tedious round of talking , the boys were getting along, Tamaki trying (and failing) to fit in with your more aggressive brother. Sighing you called out to them “Aye, I’m gonna get some food, want anything?” With calls of ‘nah’ and full meals you sighed, taking down who wanted what and leaving . They planned to be here a week or two, and that alone wasn’t bad. They just could be...hot under the collar and with them having explosive quirks, you didn’t want a fight breaking out from someone looking at their “little sister” wrong.

The weeks went by too fast, the five of you having a lot of fun together, exploring and just catching up on what you missed back home. Giving you a hug each of them told you how much they loved you and would be back while you were still on break. Giving your brother a suspicious look he laughed “ Don’t worry , mama’s coming up too, she misses her baby” he said as you laughed “ I was just curious on how you got the money to keep coming back and forth here to see me” “I got that promotion at the construction company, more money, and way better hours” he laughed as you gave him a bigger hug “and you’re just now telling me as you leave, you ass” giving you one last look he smiled, throwing a hand up at your usually timid boyfriend “I’ll see you later G ight? Don’t forget what we talked about and what we taught you yeah?” He said as Tamaki did the same back , giving a surprising “I got it” back to him as they walked down the driveway to their cab. “What did he tell you?” You questioned as he gave you a uncharacteristic smirk, kissing your forehead “don’t worry about it sweetheart”

As the next few vists happened throughout the year you realize tamaki was becoming more and more like your brother, less timid and more dominant over conversations, but your soft and loving tamaki never left, if anything it got stronger. He took you out to the mall to shop, wanted to do more outside dates and loved picking out cute outfits with you. He enjoyed the ink adorning your skin even more than he did when he first saw it, asking for you to help him pick out something for him eventually. “Okay who are you and what did you do with tamaki?” You questioned one day when he came home, giving you your usual kiss as he came in the door. Except it was nothing like you had before, he put his hand under your chin and tilted you until you were in your tippy toes to keep the kiss as deep as he started, his other hand dangerously low on your back as he gave your ass a squeeze, chuckling as you gasped, pulling away with a smug look “Hey doll what’s up? How’s your day been?” He asked as he slid past you, Ignoring the shocked look on your face “Tamaki how are you feeling? Are you alight you’ve never been this..forward” tilting his head he came over to where you were , standing in your shared kitchen with your bottom lip in your mouth. Grinning he pulled it from your teeth, giving you another peck “You shouldn’t be teasing your bottom lip, that’s for me to do” he whispered as you gasped, burying you face into his wide chest. “Nothings wrong with me sweetheart, I just..realized how valuable you are to me. You’ve always been but...I know to what level of a queen I have as my girlfriend yknow?” The iconic shy Tamaki made an appearance , making you look up to him. He was shy but he was confident behind what he was saying. “It’s not a bad thing..I like it” you admitted as you traced his cheek “Good, Heyo don’t think I’ll be changing again”

This year for a piece of your summer break you and Tamil decided to go visit back to the states, the two of you loving and hating the heat wave that hit you coming off of the plane. Once again you were with your brother and only one of your cousins this time, visiting your mom and having family cookouts. Planning to stay a month you two had some time to spend together and with your family. Your nieces and nephews loved Tamaki, the fact he could make his limbs into what he ate made them love to try and have him pick them up with his tentacles the most. Your mom loved him and everyone had accepted him as your husband to be.

On one of the hottest days y’all experienced there, you decided to wear one of the cutest outfits you had bought, a two piece ; a crop top and a mini skirt. Both pieces black with blue butterflies over them. As you sat in the living room waiting for your boyfriend you heard footsteps from upstairs, being greeted with a sight you wish to burn on your eyelids. A tank top , the infamous, grey Nike joggers and black forces. A whole meal stood in front of you. Holding in a gasp and a subconscious lip but you cleared your throat, giving him a reassuring smile “well look at you, you really are turning into my brother” you joked as he gave you a shy smile “ I wanted to wear something I’m not used to..I hate things clinging to me..unless it’s you of course “ he teased back as you wrapped your arms around his torso, standing on your tiptoes as you gave his cheek a kiss “you look good..really good..I might have to fight the girls around the block if they look at you wrong.” You warned as he smirked, wrapping a large arm around your shoulder “don’t worry they have nothing on you baby..”

Heading out to get some lunch you fanned yourself with your hand, the heat really getting to you as you stood in line. Tamaki when you get drinks, promising to meet you back at the circle so you two could heard to the nearby shopping plaza, wanting to get some more things before going to get some games to play later with your family members who planned to come and hangout before one of their games came on that night. You and Tamaki were planning to just be upstairs and watching your own movie by then.

Hearing someone clear their throat you valves over to see a shorter, chocolate man staring at you, a wide grin on his face as he licked his lips “whatsup baby how are you today?” Knowing how this was gonna turn out you gave him a polite smile and a quick “I’m fine” before going to look around to see if you saw that familiar tuff of indigo walking around “Soo..what's a fine ass girl like you doing in this heat alone? You’re [. ]’s sister right?” He continued as you shook your head yes, not giving him a thought as you stared at your phone “You aint gotta be shy , your brother knows me. I’ve always saw you and that ass wander around when you used to be here, now you moved away to some other country what was it again? China ? That Asian land aint meant for a sista like you, they don’t even got enough to please you with unlike me” sighing you started to correct him “I live in Japan for one, two I have a boyfriend and three don’t you still have something unresolved with that one girl? Ion need nothing from no one that isn’t my boyfriend thanks” You snapped back as he laughed, comfortably putting an arm on your shoulders “Oh who ol’ girl Ki? Nah I ain’t messing with her and what , you got you a little Japanese man , what is he and his short ass gon do yo me huh? Don’t think that you having one of those short Kung Fu doing ass gon do anything to a real man now baby, you’ve been eating too much rice huh?”

Before you could open your mouth you felt an arm wrap around your waist and move in front of you. Now staring at the strong back of your boyfriend you went to stop him before your mouth dropped open “And who said ya ass could keep talking to her huh?” Without a stutter in sight Tamaki snapped back to the slightly shorter and smaller male “ And who the hell are you?” “The same man you wanna talk about being a short ass Asian” with a look of interest you watched your boyfriend stand up for you “Ooohhh I get it , you think you can just step up to anyone and they not be scared of you huh? Mann you aint in Japan anymore boy , you ain’t gon do shit” the guy barked back, making Tamkai raise an eyebrow and laugh, looking him up and down before squatting down some to match the arguing guys height “At least I can reach my girlfriend, even she can look down at you” which a few ‘oohs’ and ‘damns’ coming from the bystanders the boy gave him a snarl as he tried to come for Tamaki again “she wants some real dick not some little pepper in her walls” and with that Tamaki gave him a even harder laugh, walking until they were too close for your comfort, before you could stop him he gave his last and seemingly damaging blow “But I wonder who’s dick she’s bouncing on and screaming for more from hm? Oh trust me I know how to dick her down and then some”

With his words he reached over and pulled you to his hip by your ass, making the boy give up with a huff , walking away as the others around him boo’d and made fun of him, praising Tamaki as he gave his own satisfied smirk, dapping up some of the guys who came up to him.

Pulling you from the line he left his hand at your hips as your jaw still was open “Where in the hell did you learn that?? Damnit [. ] he must’ve taught you” you huffed as he looked you over , licking his lips as he kissed your cheek. “Mhn..your brother said defend what you love so..I simply did that. He had no business thinking he could step to my girl and hit on her from thinking he was good enough to talk to a queen, my queen at that. Shit ain’t sweet but I respect myself and you too much to fight some low life” he finished as you bit your lip, liking this side of him “Well shit...aren’t you the man Tamaki?” He laughed as he kissed you, biting where you were tugging on your bottom lip to make you let out a squeal. Pulling away he gave a lopsided smile “I’ma keep true to what I said too, when we get home I’m making sure you know I meant what I just said back there, no one tries to take what’s mine, especially with mediocre ass attempts with dick” he growled as you stuttered giving him a wide eyed look. Maybe tamaki was less of the baby you’ve come to see him as. Once you got home, Tamaki made sure you knew how much he loved you, making true on the words he threw to that guys he got into it earlier

#my hero academia #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha x reader #my hero academia x black!reader #mha x black!reader #amajiki tamaki #tamaki amakiji x black reader #tamaki amakiji x reader #I love this so much #this is just mhmmmm 🥵😌🤤#yes sir please #get aggressive with em #then meeee 🤸🏽‍♀️

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delcat177 · 3 years

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Before New Pokemon Snap

While this game I have waited for for 22 years loads up, before I spend the night playing, I wanna tell tale of my time with the first one.

(The player’s guide is so nostalgic!)

Yon Longe Poste

I was interested in nature photography as a kid. And by interested, I mean kinda really obsessed. My father had been a journalist and had his own interest in nature photography, so after developing some skill on a little plastic snap camera, he did one of the few bond-y things we did when I was a kid and taught me how to use his old 33mm. It was a wonderful thing with a telephoto lens that I’d carry in a case around my neck, snap the lenses back and forth as needed on my daily field ramble.

Mom had commented on my patience with the snap deal, I would sit by the hummingbird feeder motionless for as long as it took to get shots, and a real field camera took it from the backyard to the woods. I could usually get birds and could always get some Pure Michigan nature, but I was constantly angling for animals--with 24 to 36 shots, depending on how I pooled my allowance, I spent a lot of time hunting for frogs, snakes, turtles, settling for butterflies and my dog. The one time the latter met a big touchy porcupine, I didn’t have my camera and was preoccupied with my poor be’needled boy, and when I went back, it was gone.

So, remembering a family story about how Mom had once found a porcupine chewing on the door because it was trying to get salt out of the wood, I requisitioned a piece of plywood my father promised was extra salty, took the shaker for good measure, and put it back where the needling had happened.

I haunted that spot all summer, but life isn’t as interesting as it can be, and porcupines are nocturnal. It wasn’t safe to be in the woods after dark, we had coyotes, so I took my solace in finding one day that it had, at least, been happily gnawed.

When I saw the first Nintendo Power previews of Pokemon Snap, I went “ah, yes, a blessing from the gods” and started work on a local Christmas cookie empire (different story entirely) to be ready for the release date. June was four months from my birthday and six from Christmas. I needed to be on LOCK.

And when I finally gave over my $63.59 (state tax was six cents) for this limited, low-poly, rail-ride of a game...

...I absolutely adored it like few things I have ever adored. The only thing missing was Oddish, and I was okay with that, kinda, I guess, if they had to.

I played nonstop. If I got bored with the ambience, which was rarely, I put on one of my sister’s CDs--RENT, usually.

Yes, I was listening to RENT at 12.

Until Mom heard La Vie Boheme.

At any rate, I got every last cent’s worth out of it. I filled my Pokedex. My last Pokemon, pulled from a sneak peak at a player’s guide in Wal-Mart, was Muk. I still have creepypasta/Pokegod theories about how Mewtwo was supposed to be in the game (why 63 Pokemon, not 64??). The Album, where you could save your pictures, let you write a few words on your faves, and I did my best to take funny snaps and caption them. The pun “Karp-E Diem” was used.

My skill increased. I learned how to stop the ride indefinitely at the Charmander section and played with them, throwing them apples and seeing how many consecutive heads I could bonk (I think my record was 7?). Then, with a tip in the NP letters session, I found out you could glitch the game by constantly changing direction in the kart, lagging it from moving, so that events timed to the movement went off early. This is the best way to get the most AMAZING shots of Pikachu riding Articuno without hacking, still.

It must have gone on for a year, at least, before I beat the game.

REALLY beat it.

Pokemon Snap is a limited game. Each Pokemon can have a maximum score assigned to it, a cap where it’s simply absolutely perfect in shot.

And for Mew, the highest-scoring Pokemon in the game and the only Pokemon on the last level, I was consistently getting 9900.

But that wasn’t quite right.

The thing is, Professor Oak reviews your shots and tells you exactly why you did or did not get each bonus. To get all bonuses on Mew, she needs to be in the right pose, (a sequence of item throws, easy), exactly in the center (again, easy) and exactly the right size.

The last part is worth 100 points exactly.

If I could have submitted every photo I had of Mew, I would have cleared it out easily and mindlessly. I would have gotten 10000 points, the only five-digit score in the game, somewhere in the 60 snaps I was allotted for the level. She was right in front of me, all I had to do was click-click-click.

But that’s not how the game worked, and this is where it shines. It’s also where I am very curious to see if it’s going to be the same.

Like I said, Pokemon Snap was a limited game. It’s notoriously difficult to emulate, because it uses some advanced jury-rigging of the N64′s capabilities to call and recognize a photo of a Pokemon. To streamline that, and presumably to allow for this precise experience, the player can only select one photo they took of a Pokemon to be reviewed per play.

I wasn’t just trying to catch the perfect shot.

I was trying to find it out of all the shots I took.

Over and over again, I went through the stage, snapped pictures, pored over my album, selected the single entry what I was sure was just right, went to judging. Over and over again, I heard Professor Oak go “whAt a PItY”, in sound byte form. The CDs became necessary to halt murder.

It took weeks. But one day, from sheer little-kid determination, I got my snap. I JITTERED hearing the “Just right!” byte, held my breath--

10,000 points.

The perfect score.

(This isn’t mine, of course, and also is a 9900--that foot is the real problem, so I’m glad to see I’m not alone)

It automatically saved to my best-score slot. I wish I had taken picture-pictures. I felt pride on a deep, genuine level that like my hummingbirds, I had at last gotten just the right moment, had just the right eye.

I’ve honestly been thinking a lot about my father lately. We didn’t have a great relationship when I was in the house with him, but...being a teenage “daughter” and being an adult son are two different things.

And it didn’t stop at Pokemon Snap. After being kicked out of an evangelical school, I started attending classes for high-schoolers at the community college, and Photography was my first. I ended up taking the class four times and passing it twice--I wasn’t bad at the subject, but rather had a hard time getting transportation to the college to do the course work. I had to withdraw the first and second times, pulled a C on the third, and took it one last time as I was graduating to shine up my GPA since I knew I had a reliable car and I could lock in the A.

My sister and my mom, maybe my dad all thought I might end up a wildlife photographer. I professed the interest, and unprofessed it once I started reading about how harsh locales are in that job. I suspected getting bugs up my nose in 110-degree heat wouldn’t be as fun as the idea sounded. Instead, I leaned toward my librarian interests, and now I’m sitting here developing games and writing.

If I could tell myself back then, before all of it, that photography would never make me a dime, would cost me all my allowance on film, would be one of the albatrosses of my college years, and that technology would make all of the practical experience I learned in development a moot point...

...we would both know it was worth every single moment, one moment at a time.

Hekk.

Maybe I should send Dad some photos.

so is it done installing yet

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teaplease1717 · 4 years

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Fireworks

Title: Fireworks

Relationship: Todoroki Shouto x Yaoyorozu Momo

Chapters: 1 of 3

Rating: G+

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26685007/chapters/65087851

A little late, but happy second year writing anniversary to me! Wahoo! Thank you everyone who has supported me over the last year. It sure has been crazy, but seriously all your love, kudos, and comments have kept me going. THANK YOU!

This is a small 3 part story that was originally going to be a one shot, but got really long. And since I hate long chapters decided to break it up into 3 parts. All the parts are done but won't be posted until they've been beta read.

Shout out to all my betas for this work: FlourChildWrites, Emberstork, Crazyelf2018 and C's Melody ! (thanks also to Taq too for calming me down when I was a spaz, and Revaliciousness for doing a final read)

And, staying on the topic of betas, HUGE shout outs to my betas for the entire year: C’s Melody and FlourChildWrites. They’ve been helping kick Ashes of Love and War into shape and seriously I could not have done it without them. Any beautiful imagery is thanks to FlourChildWrites pushing me to be more descriptive. And, although as readers you probably can’t see it, C’s Melody has helped with the story flow and advised where scenes didn’t hit. Both have pushed me to be a better writer and I’ve learned so much from them, so thank you!

To celebrate my anniversary, I’m throwing everything I’ve learned into this piece. Last year, my big takeaway was how to keep a scene in one character’s pov and I got better at adding movement to bring a scene to life. This year, I think my biggest improvements have been learning when to use commas vs periods in dialogue and how to make sentences shorter and to the point.

Other notes, this piece was heavily inspired by Kaguya-sama: Love is War. I watched both seasons of Kaguya-sama and fell absolutely in love. I’m not usually into those kinds of romantic comedy stories but this show killed me. So now you all have to put up with my TodoMomo version of the fireworks episode.

XXXXXX

“I’ve got it!” Ashido’s chair screeched back, and she slammed her hands down onto the dorm’s dining table, causing Momo to start. Hagakure’s fingers paused in Momo’s hair as Ashido looked excitedly between the class 2-A girls. “We should go to the Sumidagawa festival!”

It had been a month since the last of the cherry blossoms had fallen, and the brisk chill of spring had given way to the cloying heat of summer. With the changing seasons and their fast-approaching summer break, an infectious excitement had taken root in class 2-A.

Unlike their first year, when they had been shipped off to the mountains to train, the summer of the class’ second year was looking to be far more tame. No training camps. No extra classes. Besides their mandatory part-time internships for the holidays, U.A. was leaving the students to enjoy their second-year summer in relative peace. And no one appeared more excited about this than Ashido Mina, who had called an ‘emergency’ girls meeting to discuss possible options.

“Sumidagawa?” Momo repeated slowly. She could feel Hagakure’s fingers scrape lightly against her scalp as she resumed braiding her hair. Momo looked down and pressed the knuckle of her index finger to her chin, trying to remember where she had heard the name before. She had only been to a festival once before — during first year, with Todoroki Shouto.

Momo felt her heart stutter in the manner she was growing accustomed to when thinking about her seatmate. Recently, her mind had grown prone to fixating and overanalyzing Todoroki Shouto’s words and actions. And, in particular, one of her favorite moments to focus on was their time together exploring and watching fireworks at the Ennichi festival.

She shifted in her chair, smoothing out imaginary wrinkles from her lace night shorts. Her fingers caught at the edge of the fabric and Momo wrapped the end around her finger. There was no reason for her to be thinking about it this much. Todoroki showing up at the festival had been a coincidence. And his decision to escort her was an act of kindness that any hero in training would extend to a fellow classmate. So why? Why did her mind insist on returning to that night, over and over?

It must be because Todoroki had never expressed interest in spending time with her before that night. In fact, up until the sports festival, he had seemed the solitary type, uninterested in getting to know anyone in their class. The fact that he felt comfortable enough to open up to her, of all people, about his family made her chest swell with happiness.

“It’s super, super amazing!” Ashido continued excitedly, drawing Momo out of her thoughts. “And it’s not too far from here. We have to go.”

The name finally clicked, and Momo looked up at the girls surrounding the table. “Ah, I’ve seen the Sumidagawa fireworks from my room before.” She held up a finger and smiled. “It’s a historic event that can be traced back to the Kyoto famine in 1732, when fireworks were launched as part of festivals for the dead –“

“No!” Ashido interrupted, crossing her arms into an ‘x’ above her head. “That’s not why we are going, Yaomomo!”

“Vice President, that’s not it at all,” Hagakure chastised lightly from behind her, her invisible fingers pausing their task of pleating Momo’s hair into a braid. “The festival is about fireworks, food stalls, and yukatas.”

“Exactly!” Ashido’s voice cracked as she nodded in agreement.

“They’ll have so much good food,” Uraraka echoed from across the table, cupping her cheeks. “Okonomiyaki, yaki imo, takayaki...”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Hagakure said, unintentionally yanking a section of Momo’s hair, making her flinch. “And they’ll have your favorite Uraraka-chan — mochi!”

“Mochi!” Uraraka’s voice grew shrill on the word. Her expression lit up as if she already tasted it.

Momo hid a giggle behind her hand.

“It would definitely be a fun summer activity, kero,” Asui added, tapping her chin and smiling. “My sister gave me a new hair clip that I’ve been meaning to wear.”

“I’m sure the guys would love to go too,” Uraraka said, pressing her fingers together, except for her pinkies which stuck up in the air.

Jirou raised an eyebrow as she looked across the table at Uraraka. “Are we inviting the guys? Or keeping it just us?” she asked, twirling her earphone jack around her finger.

“I think we should include them,” Uraraka said thoughtfully. “It would be fun to do something all together.”

Ashido leaned closer to Uraraka, a grin twisting across her lips. “So sly, Urarka-chan,” she said, elbowing her in the side. “You just want to hang out with Mi-do-ri-ya, don’t you?” she whispered in a sing-song tone. The black of her eyes glittered suggestively.

Uraraka flushed. “No! It’s nothing like that,” she said, waving her hands in front of herself frantically. Her eyes glanced around the living room quickly. It was deserted except for them. Uraraka’s shoulders relaxed and she leaned back in her chair. “I just…” she trailed off, dropping her gaze down to the table. Her expression turned whimsical. “It's just maybe our last year that we can do something like this — all together — before we graduate.”

Momo’s chest tightened.

“Ochako-chan,” Asui said; her voice was soft. She reached over to rub Uraraka’s back.

Everyone’s expressions fell as the reality of Uraraka’s words hung over them. Once they became third years, they’d be busy interning and applying to agencies; they wouldn’t have time to spend going to festivals. And, even if they did, the likelihood that they would all have the same evening off on one of Japan’s busiest days of the year was slim.

Momo bit her lip. She had enjoyed seeing the fireworks last year at Ennichi with Todoroki —

Todoroki.

Would this be the last chance she’d get to see them with him? Momo's heart dropped.

Ashido’s expression flickered, and she straightened. “That settles it,” she said firmly, curling her left hand into a loose fist and pounding it against her right palm. Her eyes were intent. “Let’s invite everyone. We have to live this up if it’s going to be our last summer that we can all hang out together!”

Momo nodded, her spirits lifting at Ashido’s words. “I can speak to Iida-san about the planning.”

Ashido gave her a thumbs up. “Perfect!”

“And we have to dress up,” Hagakure stressed.

Ashido’s expression lit up. “Of course! If we are going to take pictures, we got to look good.”

“If we are going to dress up, I think I’ll have to go buy a new yukata,” Jirou said, a small smile pulling at her lips.

Momo felt a rush of excitement. “I know a wonderful shop that sells yukatas!” She laid her hand over her chest and smiled brightly. “Why don't we go together? And anyone else who needs one is welcome to join us, of course!”

"Oh! To be expected of our Vice President," Hagakure said. Her voice was filled with admiration.

Momo’s cheeks warmed under the praise as she watched the elastic sitting on the table float up and disappear behind her head. She felt Hagakure’s fingers thread the ends of her hair through the band and release the loose braid with a snap.

“Then that settles it. The Sumidagawa festival it is!” Ashido cried, pumping her fist into the air. “Summer here we come!”

XXXXXX

Momo took a sip of her lavender tea, then tilted her head back to stare at the vase of wisteria flowers that sat on the shelf above her vanity. It had been an hour since Ashido’s summer planning meeting had ended. She should be going to bed, but her usual bedtime ritual didn’t seem to be calming her eager thoughts.

Her stomach fluttered. She dropped her gaze back down to stare blankly at the chemistry encyclopedia that laid open in front of her.

It sounded fun — going to the festival with everyone — with him.

Her hands curled tighter around her warm cup, and she smiled to herself. Last year, Todoroki had escorted her through the Ennichi festival, but they had both been too new to the experience to do anything more than explore the stalls.

Perhaps, going back this year, she could try some of the food Uraraka had mentioned, maybe even play street games. Would Todoroki want to escort her once more? Her heartbeat increased. And what if he complimented her on her yukata again?

‘It suits you.’

Heat spread across her face, staining her cheeks pink. Momo shook her head. Placing her cup down on her desk, her lips thinned. This was going to be a class activity. A class activity. Not — whatever it was her mind seemed to be hoping for.

Momo sighed, then straightened in her chair, and forced herself to inhale slowly through her nose.

Seriously, she was in the hero course. There was no time for these sudden and confusing teenage feelings.

Momo closed her chemistry encyclopedia and pushed it to the top of her desk. Then leaned down and pulled out the blue notebook from her school bag that she had designated for class representative activities.

If she wasn’t going to go to sleep or study, the least she could do was start thinking of possible festival activities to discuss with Iida after class tomorrow. She opened her notebook to a new page and smoothed out the paper. She picked up her pen and, in careful lettering, wrote ‘Sumidagawa’ at the top.

Leaning back in her seat, Momo tapped the end of her ballpoint pen to her lip. Besides fireworks, they’d need to make sure there were enough other events to keep everyone happy.

She tried to think back to what Todoroki and she had enjoyed last year and froze. Her throat closed as she realized, with shame, that she didn’t even know if Todoroki had enjoyed the Ennichi festival.

Her stomach twisted.

Now that she thought about it, Todoroki had never suggested anything or acted in a way that might imply that he thought of the night as special or enjoyable in any way. In fact, he had even said that he had felt out of place.

Momo took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Had she just been projecting her own thoughts onto him this entire time? Could it be…had he hated it?

A sharp wave of guilt struck her, and Momo felt her stomach drop in disappointment. All this time, she had been thinking about the Ennichi festival as such a magical night without ever considering Todoroki’s feelings.

Momo opened her eyes and set her pen down on her desk. Then she slumped forward and buried her head in her arms. She was so selfish and presumptuous.

How could she have forgotten that Todoroki had revealed that he had felt out of place? Festivals were for families, he had said. And, although he had never elaborated on it, his expression had been drawn in a way that alluded to the fact that his family wasn’t on the best of terms.

Slowly, Momo sat back up. She pulled her hands into her lap and curled them into fists. Perhaps, if they were all going as a class, Todoroki would feel differently? Maybe he would have a better time than when it was just the two of them…

Momo swallowed over a lump in her throat, and set her jaw, shoving away her insecurity as she picked up her pen. She wouldn’t let herself get down.

Last year, her attending Ennichi had been a selfish, impulse decision, one she made against her mother's wishes because Uraraka and Hagakure made it sound like an experience every person should have at least once. Momo would plan better this year.

She straightened in her chair and picked up her pen again. The key to a good event was preparation. And, if there was one thing Momo excelled at, it was planning.

‘You’re good at that sort of thing.’

Momo dropped her pen with a small squeak at the unbidden memory from Todoroki and her midterm battle against Aizawa. Her heart raced. Where had that come from?

Her fingers fidgeted as they pulled her braid over her shoulder. She drew in a deep breath and absently played with the ends of her hair as she tried to calm down.

It must be her subconscious reminding Momo to trust in herself. Just as Todoroki had believed in her and voted for her to be class president - because he thought she’d be good at it. Her heart rose in her chest.

Yes. That must be it.

She breathed deeply and released her hair. Todoroki was right. Planning was her area of expertise. She could do this.

Momo squared her shoulders and picked up her pen again. She would use these emotions — the guilt and disappointment in herself — to make sure Todoroki would have the best time this year. And not just Todoroki. If this was the last chance they all had to hang out together and see fireworks, she would just have to make sure that everyone had the best time possible.

However, even as she thought this, Momo couldn’t stop her sixteen-year-old heart from beating a little faster at the idea of once again looking up at a night sky, full of fireworks, with the boy she admired most.

And maybe this time she would know for certain that he wanted to be there just as much as she did.

XXXXXX

Shouto felt his stomach do a strange flip. She was humming.

He had never heard Yaoyorozu hum before. It was quiet, barely noticeable, and he probably would have missed it if he wasn’t sitting next to her. But it wasn’t just the humming that was different. There had been a determined gleam in Yaoyorozu’s gaze all day that had drawn his attention and made his chest tighten.

Maybe he had heartburn?

He watched her from the corner of his eye as he slowly slid his pencil case into his school bag. Yaoyorozu continued to ignore him as she scribbled determinedly in a blue notebook that he recognized as the one she used for her class representative duties. Her lips curved up into a faint smile.

“Did something happen?” he asked before he could stop himself.

Yaoyorozu paused and turned to look up at him. Her dark eyes blinked innocently. “Todoroki-san?”

The school day had ended a few minutes ago, and the other students of class 2-A had already filed out. Iida had gone to use the restroom, leaving Yaoyorozu and him alone in the classroom.

Shouto had never been the type to rush, but somehow, hearing Yaoyrozu humming had slowed his feet down more than usual. His hand tightened on his notebook as he picked it up and slid it into his school bag next to his pencil kit.

“I was just wondering if something happened? You seem happier today.”

Yaoyorozu’s expression flickered, and then lit in understanding. "Mhm. I guess I am," she said, sitting back in her chair. She tucked her loose bangs behind her ear, then raised her head. Her dark eyes glittered as they met his. “Last night, the other girls and I were discussing a possible summer outing over the holiday break — one that we could do as a class. We were thinking of scheduling an event to go see the fireworks at the Sumidagawa festival. I’m going to meet with Iida-san now to discuss the arrangements.”

Shouto nodded. He closed his bag and pulled the strap over his shoulder as he straightened. “I see. I’m sure everyone would like that.”

"Right?!"

Shouto jumped despite himself. Yaoyorozu’s hand shot up to cover her mouth.

“Sorry.” A light bashful red dusted across her cheeks. She dropped her hand and looked down at her notebook. A small, embarrassed smile tugged at her lips. "I guess I’m more excited than I thought I’d be.”

He stared at her. Something about an excited Yaoyorozu made his chest tighten. It was like the way her whole face lit up talking about chemistry — raw, unfiltered. So different than him. After a moment, the red across her cheeks deepened, and Shouto realized he was taking too long to respond.

“It’s okay,” he said, avoiding her gaze as she looked back up at him, her eyes searching his face. Shouto cleared his throat. “I think it’s good to do something as a class.”

Yaoyorozu’s expression warmed. “I agree.” Her smile returned. “I've actually gotten really into the preparation. I want this to be a memorable event, so I’m going to do my best to plan properly so everyone has a good time."

Shouto looked down at the notebook opened on her desk. A list of activities, dates, and what looked like restaurants was listed in neat calligraphy.

He snorted. She really was good at these types of things. That's why he had voted for her as class rep after all.

Yaoyorozu was a leader; she was smart, dedicated, and had always been the type to go out of her way to think of others. Even last year, when they had gone together to the Ennichi festival, she had been more concerned with his feelings than making sure she had a good time.

Shouto swallowed and curled his left hand into a fist at his side. The memory of watching the fireworks with Yaoyorozu still felt surreal.

During the sports festival, Shouto had told Midoriya what had happened with his family, but he had a purpose when he had done that. Midoriya was a rival, and Shouto needed him to understand why he was going all out to defeat him. But with Yaoyorozu, it had been the first time he had voluntarily spoken about his family to someone who was not involved. He still didn’t quite understand what had made him decide — after fifteen years — to open up that night. He had just felt comfortable.

His heart beat faster at the memory.

That’s right. Yaoyorozu was that type of person. She was dependable and could make others feel at ease.

Shouto looked back at her. Warmth spread in his chest. She really was going to be a great hero.

Yaoyorozu’s expression flickered. "What-What is it?" She reached up and touched her cheek as if feeling for something. "Is there something on my face?"

Shouto shook his head, eyes softening. "No." He felt his lips twitch. "It's just...you're amazing, Yaoyorozu."

Her eyes widened, red returning to spread across her cheeks. “Eh?”

“Planning an event so that there is something for everyone to enjoy. I’m sure you’ll be able to do it.”

“Well…I hope you will enjoy it too,” she stuttered quickly.

His lips flicked up slightly. “I’m sure I will if you’re the one planning it,” he said.

He looked up as the classroom door slid open with a clack, and Iida walked in, smiling brightly.

Shouto’s throat felt tight. He swallowed and reached up to adjust the strap of his bag, unsure why he suddenly felt annoyed by his friend’s arrival.

He rolled his jaw, as sudden impulsive words clawed up his throat.

“I look forward to escorting you again,” he said as he turned and made his way out of the classroom. His heart raced. He cleared his throat as he discreetly activated his right side to cool his suddenly warm insides.

He would definitely need to talk to Recovery Girl if this continued.

XXXXXX

Momo read over the text message again. “How does this sound?”

“Yaomomo, it’s fine.”

She looked up from her phone. Jirou was sprawled across her king-sized bed, flipping absentmindedly through a magazine advertising the latest guitar models. “You’ve read it over a hundred times already,” Jirou added in a flat voice without looking up.

Momo’s lips thinned. Then she glanced back down at the screen, scanning the text again. She was grateful Iida had graciously agreed to let her handle the details of the planning, but now that she was drafting the invite, Momo couldn’t help but feel a bit anxious about the whole thing.

What if everyone hated the restaurant she chose? Was shopping for yukatas three weeks beforehand even enough time to find the perfect one? However, what worried her the most, sitting like a heavy, black piece of coal in the back of her mind, was what Todoroki would think of her plan - especially after telling her he’d escort her. And what exactly had he even meant by telling her he’d escort her again?

Momo bit her lip. “But what if someone has a question…”

“Then, they can ask you.” Jirou finally looked up from the magazine and met Momo’s gaze. She quirked an eyebrow. “What’s really the matter? You’ve been fidgety all evening.”

Momo sighed. “I just want the night to be perfect. I was talking to Todoroki-san earlier- ”

“What did the Ice Prince say to you?” Jirou interrupted. The bed squeaked as Jirou sat up abruptly, and her eyes narrowed. “Do you need me to slug him?”

“No!” Momo sat back in surprise. As much as she loved Jirou, Momo was still not used to how quickly she would threaten violence against the guys of their class, especially towards her new boyfriend, Kaminari.

Jirou Kyouka and Kaminari Denki had begun dating at the beginning of the year, after what had been careful persuasion, and in Momo’s opinion, an unreasonable amount of pining between the two. It had been Momo who had finally convinced Kaminari to confess to her friend.

“Todoroki-san didn’t say anything. He was very kind. He just said that if I’m the one planning, then the event will surely be enjoyable…”

Jirou’s expression relaxed. “Oh, is that it?” She sat back down and crossed her legs. “Then why are you overthinking this?”

Momo sighed. “I-I just feel so badly.” She looked down. Her fingers fidgeted with her phone. “Last year, Todoroki-san was so kind and escorted me to Ennichi, but I was horrible and never even thought about his feelings on being there. He probably hated it...”

“You’re not horrible, Yaomomo. And I doubt he hated it if he was with you.”

“But last year he said - !" Momo hesitated, her heart sinking at the thought that her telling Jirou about him feeling out of place could be a betrayal of his confidence. "He just...didn't look like he enjoyed himself. And I'm scared that people won't enjoy this either..."

Jirou gave her a look. “Yaomomo, you’re worrying too much. First off,” she said, holding up her finger, “Todoroki wouldn’t have stayed with you if he hated it.” She raised another finger. “Second, everyone is going to have fun, no matter what happens. It will just be great to all be together.” She dropped her hand back to her lap.

“Maybe…” Momo said, avoiding Jirou’s gaze.

“Look.” One of Jirou’s earphone jacks rose in the air and pointed at Momo. “I know you are worried about Todoroki, but he isn’t the type of guy who would do something he doesn’t want to. And the fact that he stayed with you all night — when he was still just getting out of his early-roki stage — means that he wanted to see the festival just as much as you did.”

Momo nodded slowly, and then looked away to stare down at her hands for a few seconds.

Jirou exhaled through her nose. “I know there is something else on your mind. Tell me,” she coaxed, getting on her knees and crawling to the edge of the bed to sit by Momo’s chair.

Momo bit her lip. “He...” She paused for a moment. “He also said that he was looking forward to escorting me again.” Her voice was small. She could feel heat curl around her ears as she whispered the words she had been thinking about all evening.

Jirou’s eyes widened faintly. “Oh, that’s exciting,” Jirou said, leaning forward. “And what did you say?”

She shook her head. “He walked away before I could respond…."

Jirou snorted. “Well, that’s still exciting. Congratulations on finally moving forward with the Ice Prince.”

Momo felt her face grow warmer. “Co-congratulations?” Her voice squeaked slightly at the end.

“Yaomomo.” Jirou’s lips curved up into a grin. “You don’t have to be shy. You’ve liked him since forever, haven’t you?”

“Eh?” Momo cupped her face. Her cheeks were burning. “I…I don’t know what you mean.”

Her chest felt tight.

Jirou’s smile widened; she shook her head. Then she leaned forward and poked Momo’s side. “Yaomomo, you’re too cute.”

Momo wanted to hide. Did she really like Todoroki? Well, of course, she liked Todoroki. But, like ‘like’?

Was that why she had been thinking about Todoroki more? And was that why she had been overanalyzing his words all evening?

Momo’s heart rate increased. She certainly admired him and thought him an excellent student and friend, and — okay, maybe she did like Todoroki, but only… if she was going to think about it scientifically, as much as a beaker. Well, maybe a little more than a beaker. Perhaps a flask. A tall, well-made flask ...

Momo hid her face in her hands. She was ruined. How could she have not known?

“Yaomomo, you don’t have to get so flustered. Everyone knows.” She could hear the smile in Jirou’s voice.

“Everyone?” Momo asked in disbelief. Her heart dropped into the pit of her stomach.

“Well, everyone but Todoroki...probably. But it’s okay, since he likes you too.”

Momo dropped her hands. “You’re wrong. He couldn’t possibly like me.”

Jirou smiled surreptitiously. “I don’t know about that.”

Momo shook her head. “Even if he did like me as more than friends — which he doesn’t — he has never made any suggestions."

“What about him saying he will escort you again?”

“He didn’t mean it like that,” Momo said hurriedly. “He meant going as a class.”

Didn’t he?

Momo’s heart fluttered like hummingbird wings in her chest. No. Jirou was wrong. She was planting ideas in Momo’s head.

It was one thing for Jirou to know Momo’s heart, she was her best friend after all, but it was entirely different for her to presume to know Todoroki’s.

“Hmm,” Jirou hummed, looking at her thoughtfully. “Why don’t you just ask him, then?”

“No! I can’t.” Momo leaned forward and grasped Jirou’s hand. “And please, you can’t say anything either. Not to anyone.”

Jirou’s eyes softened. “Okay, okay. I won’t say anything. I promise.” She patted Momo’s hand.

Momo felt her shoulders relax. That was right. Todoroki didn’t like her, because if he did, that would mean Jirou was right and Momo was wrong — which wouldn’t make sense. Momo was the smartest student of their grade. There was no way that she would have missed the signs that he liked her.

Would she?

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Notes:

Ennichi Festival – this is from the Boku no Hero drama CD. Hagakure and Uraraka see a flier for the Ennichi festival and decide to go. They end up telling Momo and asking if she wants to join them, but Momo says she will pass because her mother doesn’t approve of street festivals. Uraraka and Hagakure then leave, and Momo wonders if she made the right decision. Feeling like she is missing out, Momo makes a yukata and goes to the festival by herself, but ends up getting nervous and is loitering by the entrance when Todoroki finds her. They end up walking around together, as neither have been to a festival before. The story ends with Momo asking if Todoroki enjoys the festival and him revealing that he feels out of place because festivals seem like something fun for families. He is about to leave when the fireworks go off. You can watch the full thing on youtube under boku no hero drama cd Ennichi festival.

Earlyroki - this is a slight spoiler for later in the manga. The class uses it to refer to Todoroki’s early emo stage of the first two seasons.

Sumidagawa festival – An actual festival in Japan. The Sumidagawa Fireworks Festival is an annual fireworks festival held on the last Saturday in July. They are known for having the biggest, most spectacular fireworks display of all Japan festivals with stunning pyrotechnic displays of over 20,000 fireworks launched in 90 minutes! (per Google)

#todomomo #todoroki x yaoyorozu #shouto todoroki #Yaoyorozu Momo #My writing #My Story

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Choosing sides

Jessica was dreading this conversation, more than any she could ever remember having in her life. She wasn’t much of a talker by nature as it was. But talking about important, uncomfortable things, things that were life changing and painful…honestly, Jessica would rather break several bones, because that kind of pain was far easier for her to deal with.

She knew that Luke and Trish were right about Phillip. They had literally shoved the proof in her face until she couldn’t deny it. But that didn’t mean she knew what to do about it. Stop him, obviously. Their suggestion had been for her to talk to him. She, apparently, was the only person Phillip might respect enough to listen to. But Jessica had never been good at convincing when it came to words rather than threats, and there wasn’t a lot she could threaten Phillip with that might be effective. She couldn’t even tell people she loved them without having a near panic attack over it. How was she supposed to convince her brother to stop killing people?

She had barely slept, considering the large quantity of alcohol she had consumed the night before, and the little sleep she snatched was plagued with nightmares that left her gasping and trembling when she woke. Hungover and on edge, she had been fighting to ignore Kilgrave’s voice whispering in her ear for most of the morning as she drank several cups of coffee. She couldn’t completely block out his assurances that she was doomed to failure before she started, that her brother actually had the right idea to kill everyone who had hurt him and Jessica, and nothing she said would convince him otherwise. She couldn’t stop hearing his goading her to give up the hero “act” and join in, to abandon Luke and Trish, who could never really understand her and who would never really think her good enough, and join up with her brother, as her genetics had already predetermined she would.

She would never actually listen to Kilgrave’s voice in her head. But she couldn’t help but hear it, and it rattled her before she could even begin.

She called Phillip mid morning, arranging with him as casually as she could to come by his apartment to pick him up and take him out for breakfast. What she didn’t tell him was that once she got to his apartment, she would make an excuse to need to use his bathroom, then spring her confrontation on him within the privacy of the walls. She also didn’t tell him that Luke would be riding with her to his apartment and once he saw both Jessica and Phillip go inside, he would come to “casually” stand outside on its landing, just in case she needed help or interference.

This wasn’t Jessica’s preference. She had insisted, with some heat, that she didn’t need help or a bodyguard, that if she was going to talk to Phillip, they needed privacy. But both Luke and Trish had been equally insistent that given what they knew, they refused to let her be alone with Phillip without someone at least within hearing distance of her if he tried something. As Trish had pointed out, whatever Jessica’s strength, she wasn’t immune to fire, especially if it happened to be all over her body at once.

She was quiet in the car ride over to Phillip’s, but her knees jogged in an irritatingly hyperactive manner that she blamed on excessive caffeine or possible alcohol withdrawal rather than nerves. As they parked the car and Jessica walked alone to the outside landing of Phillip’s apartment/motel, she was very aware of her heart having decided, seemingly, to lodge itself uncomfortably high in her throat.

Phillip opened the door with a smile and a nod; something she had noted was that like her, he didn’t seem one for excessive physical contact. She attempted to return the smile but was pretty sure it looked more like a grimace.

“Hey, sis,” he greeted, looking unruffled, even amused. “Rough night?”

She wondered whether it was the not-smile, her barely brushed hair, or her skin’s even paler than usual hue that had clued him in on that.

“You could say that,” she said vaguely. “Hey, can I come in for a second to use your bathroom?”

“Yeah, sure,” he said, stepping back to let her in. “You’re not going to throw up, are you? If you’re that hung over, breakfast might not be the best idea.”

“No, just need to pee,” she muttered. She quickly scanned the interior of the room as Trish had when she broke into it, noting as Trish had how very little personal belongings were inside it. Did her brother really have so little in the world, or was it possible that he had a storage building somewhere that had things he didn’t use on a daily basis or didn’t want others to see?

She took her time in the bathroom, avoiding her reflection in the mirror. When she emerged, knowing there could be no further stalling, she started to talk.

“Phil, we have to talk about something important before we go anywhere or do anything.”

“I agree,” Phillip said with surprising seriousness, and Jessica blinked, wondering if it was possible that he had somehow already guessed the reason for her visit and the planned discussion. Could this be easier than she thought- was he already ready to stop on his own, even ready to confess?

No, as it turned out.

“Your drinking concerns me, Jessie,” he said solemnly, looking Jessica in the eyes. “Every time I’ve seen you, you’re drinking or planning to drink, or you’re hung over from being drunk the day before. I’m all for letting loose and having fun sometimes, but I don’t think that’s what this is for you. You’re a married woman now, and I know that sometimes…well, it can be hard to deal with relationship stress, and especially when there’s serious problems there. Sometimes people use drinking to deal with something that they don’t know how to escape. I know you’re strong and independent, you don’t like to ask for help. And your husband has been nothing but nice and generous to me, but I know some people are one way in public and another way behind closed doors. Jessie…are things okay with you and Luke? You would tell me if you needed help, wouldn’t you? If he was hurting you? The way you drink, and how he just stands back and lets you, like it doesn’t bother him…it worries me, Jessie. You know I would do anything to help you, don’t you? Anything at all.”

Jessica had to take several seconds to attempt to process his words. They were so completely off and twisted and unexpected that they stunned her silent. When she finally understood what he was implying- in multiple ways- it struck her as so wrong as to be morbidly funny, and she burst out laughing. Phillip continued to regard her, his expression still serious.

“It isn’t funny, Jessica. Men should protect their women, even from themselves, if necessary. If he’s doing something to drive you into this kind of drinking, or even if he just encourages you or thinks it’s fine-“

“Oh my god, shut up Phillip, would you just stop?” Jessica blurted, her laughter cutting off as Phillip pressed on. “This isn’t about Luke. None of that is in any way even a little bit true, so just stop it, you’re wrong, okay? You don’t know shit about Luke, and however much so-called research or if you want to get real about it, stalking, that you’ve done on me, you obviously still don’t know a lot about who I really am either. We’re not talking about Luke, and if you say anything that even implies he would hurt me again, to anyone, I swear I’m punching you upside the head. We have to talk about you, Phillip. You.”

She swallowed, then squared her shoulders, drawing herself up to her full height and softening her tone, but not the steel behind her voice.

“I know about you, Phillip. I know what you’re doing, and what you’ve done. It doesn’t matter how I know, I’m a PI, so I know, okay? Do me the favor of not playing stupid. Respect me enough as your sister to look me in the face and admit that you’re the one who set my office on fire. Look me in the eyes and admit to me the truth. You killed that woman in the parking garage. You killed the doctors that operated on us both after the accident. You killed at least four people that I know of, and you’re planning on killing more. Look at me and admit it.”

Something furtive and strange flickered over Phillip’s eyes, and his jaw tensed, his Adam’s apple bobbing briefly. He didn’t noticeably shift his posture, but Jessica was aware suddenly of the slight advantage in height that he had over her, the larger size of his frame, and the subtle darkening of his expression.

“You already think you know everything, so I suppose there’s no point in giving denials when it won’t change your beliefs,” Phillip said quietly. “So if you know what you think you do, Jessica, then you know that I didn’t choose my…abilities, no more than you did. They were forced on me, just as they were forced on you. Think about this, Jessica. A little boy, barely alive, lied to that every person in his family was dead. Experimented on against his will, not for his survival, or even to help, but for the interest and egotistical satisfaction of adult men who liked to play god. Painfully, and for no other purpose than to see what could be achieved. I could have been normal, Jessica. They could have let me be normal, but that didn’t happen. They could have let me have a normal life, with my sister, a normal childhood.”

He was just warming up, taking a step towards Jessica. She resisted her urge to back away.

“The foster parents, they all knew, do you realize that? They knew who I was and what had been done to me, what I could do. They got extra money for taking me in, and for the measures that they took to supposedly keep me safe. I grew up in foster homes where I barely interacted with anyone, where I didn’t go to a normal school or have normal interactions with other kids. I had a bed made of steel, no blankets, and was kept in homes specially designed and insulated against fire. Mostly, I was kept in my bedroom. And once I was eighteen, I was dumped out on the street to get by on my own. I had nothing. I was given nothing, I was lied to, and I had to find my way, find the truth, all alone.”

“Phillip,” Jessica started, her mouth dry. She could imagine this all too vividly, and her chest ached for her own memory of her ten year old brother, alone and terrified, believing himself orphaned, as herself had. “I hate what happened to you, but that doesn’t make what you’re doing right. We’ve both been through terrible shit, we both had it rough, but that doesn’t mean-“

“Do you know that when I set a fire, I feel the heat through my entire body, nearly as intensely and painfully as whoever it is that experiences the outside burn? You understand, then, that I don’t take this ability lightly or use it frivolously. It was given to me out of arrogance, but I use it for only the good of society,” Phillip interrupted her. To Jessica’s incredulity, he seemed to be completely serious. “You have to know, Jessica, that those people you say I murdered did not deserve to be living. They abused a child, their positions of medicine and as caregivers, their power and authority and the respect that society gave them. Think of how many other children may still be vulnerable to them and abused by them, if I hadn’t intervened. I only did what was right.”

“Phillip, that isn’t true!” Jessica snapped. “Listen to yourself! You are not a personal judge and executor of whoever you come across that’s immoral, you’re not some kind of vigilante appointed by destiny to murder fucking scumbags! You have to know that isn’t right, that isn’t how you go about life! People like us, however we got our powers, we can’t use them like that against people. It isn’t okay, Phillip, it isn’t right!”

“You’re one to talk,” Phillip said coolly, looking her dead on and with considerable judgment. “I know what you did to Kevin Kilgrave, Jessica. You say you can’t use your powers like that, but isn’t that what you did to him? You killed him, because you thought it was what society needed. Tell me again how what I’m doing is any different.”

Jessica’s mouth opened, then closed, her pale cheeks flaming. It was the same argument she fought against with herself every day, the same thing that Kilgrave often said to her. She knew that this was different, logically, but emotionally, Phillip had hit her in a vulnerable spot.

“That was different,” she said finally, but with less conviction than she would like. “Kilgrave could and would hurt anyone and everyone, and there was nothing that could stop him. Nothing but me. These people are just humans, Phillip. Evil humans, maybe, but still humans. They can be dealt with through traditional societal means. Hell, they can be bullied and coerced into confessing, if it comes to that, but they can have jail time, they can be contained within a jail cell, they aren’t a threat to every single person they ever come across. They aren’t like us, Phillip, and what you’re doing, it’s making you worse than them. It’s making you become worse. Is that what you want? You want to be worse than the people you know were wrong?”

But Phillip was already shaking his head, a hint of a sad smile twisting his lips.

“They’ve done a number on you, haven’t they? Trish and her twisted, lying, money hungry bitch of a mother. Luke too, whatever front he puts up of being such a gentleman, such a helpful, friendly sort of guy. They make you think you’re different, you’re special, you have a purpose, but only as they define it. There is no limit to who you are and what you should do. You survived the power they gave you and how they gave it to you for a reason, and you refuse to use it like you can.”

“No,” Jessica countered. “I refuse to use it as I shouldn’t. And I can’t let you use it like that either.”

Brother and sister regarded each other silently, a wide chasm growing deeper between them with each second as they took in each other’s stance. Jessica had never felt so alone as in that moment; in a way, it was as bad as the first few moments of understanding that her entire family, as she had thought at the time, was dead. She was standing only feet away from her brother, but she was losing him again, even as he stood breathing and within grasp.

“What are you going to do to me if I don’t follow your self imposed rules, Jessica?” Phillip asked lightly, but there was no lightness in his expression. “Beat me up? Knock me out and chain me?”

It was something she was considering, although she didn’t currently have the means to carry it out.

“What will you do if I try?” Jessica countered. “Burn me alive like your other enemies?”

Phillip didn’t answer her directly. Instead he nodded his head towards the door, gesturing in its direction.

“I think it’s safe to say that our plans for breakfast are cancelled, as of now,” he said softly. “Why don’t we leave things as they are, for now. Go back to your husband, Jessica. I suspect he’s standing outside the door right now, or else waiting in the parking lot. Go back to your husband, and why don’t we just forget this conversation.”

“I can cancel breakfast, and I can go to Luke, but I will never forget this,” Jessica leveled back at him, every muscle in her body tensed with her effort to hold back equal urges to knock him out as he had stated, and to break into tears. “I think it’s safe to say you can consider yourself fired at the warehouse, Phillip.”

She backed towards the door, never taking her eyes off him; she could not be certain now, could not trust, that he would not set her on fire, if she did. Touching the doorknob, she stopped, leveling one last effort towards him.

“Phillip…please. Please, you have to stop this, you have to. You don’t have to do this. You don’t have to be this. Please, please be the better person. Be the person our parents would have been proud of, the person I can be proud of. Please, Phillip, please don’t do this to yourself. Don’t do this to me.”

Her voice nearly broke, and she bit hard on the inside of her cheeks to regain control. But Phillip’s expression barely wavered.

“Unfortunately, Jessie, I don’t remember enough about our parents to have any idea of what they would have been proud of, so forgive me if I have to go by my own judgment.”

There was nothing more she could say to that. There was little she could have managed without a complete loss of control to either violence or tears, so Jessica left, slamming the door behind her hard enough that the doorknob broke off in her hand. Tossing it down, she brushed back Luke, head down, without speaking, almost throwing herself into the car.

Phillip watched her leave through a crack in the blinds of his motel window, waiting until he was certain she was out of earshot. Then he picked up his phone and dialed a contact that showed up on his list of calls and texts far more often than any other- Rikarah Pallaton.

“Hey, baby. So Jessica knows, and she reacted about like we thought she would. Looks like it’s time for me to move in with you full time, if you’re ready. And it looks like we need to skip a few steps ahead.”

“Of course,” said a smooth, unruffled female voice on the other line. “I didn’t think she would accept reality quite so soon, with the drinking being a factor in clouding her judgment, but I suppose she’s sharp enough regardless to piece things together. Are we targeting the Walker woman first- the mother, of course?”

“Yes,” Phillip nodded, his tone cold. “You have her number. Make the call today, and let me know when she’s in place for my part.”

“Certainly. I’ll see you soon, love.”

#jessica jones roleplay #luke cage roleplay #luke cage #jessica jones

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applepiry · 3 years

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Karasuno Uni (Chap 3)

Chapter 3 - Saturday Afternoon

Contains: Jealousy as always, Flirting, smidgens of xNoya and xHinata Pairing: Short Fem Reader x Multiple Haikyuu Characters Ry: Look at that i’m blushing ;; WC: 4.4k+

YN- Your Name || LN - Last Name || YNN-chan - Your Nickname (From Family) || B#1 - Brother #1 Oldest Brother || B#2 - Brother #2 Second Brother

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It had been an extremely awkward walk to the bus stop with Kageyama and Hinata, and when you had gotten home you had told Kenma you had decided to go to sleep instead of playing. You had taken a long, hot shower and paced around for a while before you ended up passing out on your plush couch while sketching to calm your mind down.

You had woken up to sunlight in your eyes, and had made yourself your favorite hot beverage before you even began to think about what today would hold for you. Finally, when you look at your phone, you see so many texts from last night from Noya, Hinata and Tanaka, as well two from this morning, one from Kenma and another from Kageyama. Geez, these boys were going to drain all your energy before you could even get ready to go.

Texting Kenma first, the safest choice, you send; “Good morning. Sorry for not meeting you online. I was so exhausted. Let’s play tonight tho!ヽ(・∀・)ﾉ”

After that, you send a very similar good morning text to Noya, Tanaka and Hinata; “Morning! Can’t wait to kick your butt in any game we play! \(^ヮ^)/ ”

One last one, texting Kageyama a reply; “Morning, how did you sleep? ٩(ˊ〇ˋ*)و”

Doing your usual morning routine, you play your favorite music, dancing around as you ready yourself. Humming along to the song, you pick out an outfit that was going to be comfortable for all day; some slightly loose fit jeans that hugged your hips and thighs, a graphic u-neck t-shirt, and your favorite hoodie.

Right as you grab your phone, it goes off with a text from Noya, saying to head over whenever, as he was up now. Looking at the clock, it was almost 9:00 now, so it was a good time to head out anyway. Grabbing your backpack and putting the essentials, you also add some snacks, your phone, a charger and your 3DS into it.

You put on socks and laced up your shoes, lock up, and walk down the steps, seeing your grandparents out in the courtyard having their morning tea.

“Ojiisan! Obaasan!” you say happily as you reach them, giving them greeting kisses on their heads.

“Going out, YNN-chan?” your grandma wonders with a sweet smile.

“Yes, I was just about to tell Mom, is she in the shop?”

“No, she’s out at the store. Your father is, though,” your grandpa tells you, “We’ll tell them for you later, go have fun today, okay?” he tells you, handing you some money and patting your hand.

You thank him several times before grabbing your bike, glad that Noya had been so excited he texted their address to you last night. Right before you leave, you remember something and run into the bookshop, grabbing the next volume of a manga that Noya and Hinata had mentioned liking, shoving them into your bag before heading out on your bike, music playing in your headphones.

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After half an hour, you come up to a three story apartment building, finding a place to lock your bike into place. Finding the right door on the third floor, you knock twice, rocking on your heels only once before the door flung open.

“You came!” Noya’s happy voice filled your ears, his hand grabbing yours as he ushered you in. It seemed like a basic three bedroom, one bath apartment with a small living room and kitchen. The living room had a huge tv with two consoles under it, many games and manga lining shelves, several arm chairs, a few beanbags and a three seater couch in the middle.

“Of course,” you say with a soft laugh. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“Well, girls aren’t... usually interested when we invite them for video games,” Noya replies honestly with a shrug. “But whatever! I’m so stoked you came,” he added. He leads you to the couch and offers you some water, coming back with a bottle and handing it to you. “Taka is still asleep, we stayed up kinda late,” he laughed out.

You nod and take a sip of water, “Really? I went to sleep right after I got home… I don’t know how you didn’t pass out after that game!” you respond with your own laughter.

“We can’t usually sleep right after a game. Takes time to wind down!”

“Makes sense.” You stare at your water bottle, wondering what to say.

“Any games you like to play the most?” he wonders, your eyes finally landing on his face.

You realize how close Nishinoya sat to you, despite there being ample room on the couch. His eyes lock with yours, the two of you seemingly moving closer to each other with each slowly creeping second. Your breath hitches and you prepare yourself, a hundred percent ready to kiss this man in front of you, right here, right now. It wouldn’t be your first kiss, no, but your first in a long time.

Finally feeling the softest of connection from his lips, you go to close your eyes before the feeling is gone in a flash, his entire body across the couch in the blink of an eye. You sit there, confused and concerned you had done something wrong until you hear what he had obviously heard.

Footsteps.

A door swings open and you hear a loud yawn, “Uggh, what time is it?” Tanaka grumbles, wearing nothing but boxers as he scratches his bottom.

Your face heats up instantly, looking away and fidgeting.

“Taka! YN is here!” Noya says, throwing a blanket from the couch at him.

Tanaka’s face turns blank, and he makes an ungodly sound as he goes back into his room with a slam. A moment later he comes out wearing sweats and a bright smile as if nothing had happened, “Hey YN, how are you this morning?” he asks with a new found confidence in his voice. He obviously didn’t mind being shirtless in front of anybody, you had noticed.

“Oh, yaknow, not bad. I fell asleep on my couch, though, so my backs a little sore,” you tell him with a soft laugh.

“Want me to rub it?” Tanaka offers without any hesitation.

Your face goes hot and you shake your head, holding up your hands, “N-No, that’s fine. If anything, I should give you guys a massage after that awesome practice match! It was so cool to watch a game up close,” you tell them with a soft chuckle.

“I’ll totally take you up on that!” Noya replies with a grin.

“I’m cool…!” Tanaka said, grinning ear to ear.

SLAM!

All three of you turn and see a blonde girl coming out of the last room, looking extremely exhausted.

“Long night at the bar, Nee-chan?” Noya asked with a grin.

“Very! But I made lots of tips,” she said grinning back before she realized you were there. “Oh, who's this? A girl?” she snickered, jumping over the back of the couch and sitting beside you. “Wow, you’re hot~” licking her lips she leaned in close and touched your cheek gently.

“Saeko! This is our new manager we were telling you about!” Tanaka said from between gritted teeth, annoyed with his big sister. Well, more like jealous of her touching you so casually.

“Oh that’s right! LN-chan, right?” she wondered, smiling at you.

You nodded, leaning in a bit to her touch, not at all phased with women touching you. “Yes, YN is my first name,” you tell her, looking up at her with interest. You always admired a confident woman, and women weren’t at all that hard to get along with. Perhaps the fact you had never been a threat in middle and high school kept them genuinely nice towards you, but it had been an overall pleasant experience.

Saeko’s face went pink for a moment before she grinned, “I like you, YN-chan!” she laughed, pulling away and hopping up. She heads into the kitchen and rummages around, “Hey, are you going to stay for lunch, YN-chan?” she calls to you.

“Oh, well if that’s okay?” you wonder, looking towards Noya and Tanaka, both who were trying to find ways to get closer to you.

“Hinata and Kageyama are coming sometime, too,” Tanaka adds.

“Let’s go get stuff for hot pot later then,” she calls back, coming back into the living room. “Who wants to go?” she wonders, looking around.

“I don’t mind?” you say.

“Me!” both Tanaka and Noya say at the same time, then look at each other.

“Perfect, I'll take Tanaka!” Saeko says with a grin, “You can carry all the bags back,” she adds as she goes to her room to get changed.

“Argh!” Tanaka groans and stomps into his own room with an annoyed look.

Noya looks away, but you can tell he’s grinning to himself.

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After the two leave with protests from Tanaka, you fidget for a moment on the couch, your eyes flickering to Noya after a few moments. Locking once more with the beautiful pair, his eyes remind you of dark honey, your lips part in a way that Noya obviously finds inviting. His eyes flicker down to your lips, his body shifted towards you.

“Can I…?” his words barely register before your own answer is out.

“Yeah,” is all the acknowledgment he needs before he's back beside you.

In a moment, his lips nearly crash against yours, his body pressed against yours. Your eyes are closed as your hands find their way up his chest and hold onto his shoulders. One of his hands finds its way to your lower thigh, resting there as the other rests on your cheek. His lips feel so soft against yours, moving sweetly against yours despite being so deep at first. Wet warmth crosses your bottom lip, his tongue asking for entrance. Parting your lips as a reply, his tongue is exploring your mouth, making your knees quiver a bit, you definitely hadn’t expected this style of kiss. Finally, the two of you part, panting softly in synch, staring deep into each other's eyes.

“Wow,” you murmur once you catch your breath.

Noya’s face spreads into a grin, his thumb running over your jeans, gently pressing into your soft thighs. “Yeah, seriously…” he says, licking his lips.

Your hands gently squeezed onto his shoulder for a moment before letting go, sliding down his chest. “U-Um.. want that massage?” you wonder, shifting a bit. “A-A shoulder massage?” you add quickly, biting your bottom lip gently.

He nods happily, “I’d love that!” he says excitedly, and moves himself, getting onto a beanbag in front of you, so he's now leaning back in between your legs. Leaning his head back even further to look up at you as you begin rubbing his shoulders, he hums happily before speaking again. “Hey, do you think-”

Knock Knock Knock!

Both of you look towards the door, wondering who in the world was here, knocking. Noya jumped up quickly and went to the door, peeking out the eyehole. He let out a deep sigh, “It’s Hinata,” he says, his face turned away from you as he opened the door. “Hey Hinata!” he greets him happily, ushering him in.

Hinata happily says hello to Noya, then sees you on the couch and stiffens a bit, “YN-chan!” he trots over to you and sits beside you, “Did you guys get the new volume in yet?!” he wonders. When he and Kageyama had dropped you off at your stop, you had mentioned during the walk your family owned a bookstore, and Hinata had asked you to keep an eye out.

Noya quickly takes his place in the beanbag between your legs before Shouyou notices it. He acts as if this is normal, and begins turning on the tv as you answer Hinata.

“Oh, yeah!” you say, grabbing your backpack and pulling it into your lap. You pull the manga out, setting them down on the table, leaning across right beside Noya’s head. As you pull back, your breast brushes against Noya’s head, causing both of the boys to stiffen. Hinata watching your chest closely, and Noya staring straight ahead, savoring the feeling. Your breath hitches for a moment as you lean back, swallowing hard, “S-Sorry, Nishinoya-senpai…” you murmur.

He turns to you with a grin, although his face shows he's panicking inside as he gives you a thumbs up, “Nothing to apologize for!” he proclaims, turning back to look over the manga.

Hinata shifts a bit and turns away, grabbing one of the manga off the table. “Thank you so much! I didn’t expect you to bring them! I could have stopped by later,” he laughed. He starts rummaging through his pockets, pulling out some money for you.

You smile and shake your head, “You can still stop by any time,” you tell him. You close his hand and push it back, “No need to pay me for any of this,” you declare.

“What?! No way! You can’t just give me something without getting something in return!” Hinata whined.

“It’s totally fine, I wanted to get you guys something, so I got you and Noya-senpai the manga volumes! Ah, I haven’t figured out anything else for anyone, though,” you explain, scratching your neck gently as you nervously spoke. You weren’t sure what their reactions would be.

Noya tilted his head back and grinned at you again, holding the book, “Thanks so much! I really appreciate it,” he told you, leaning slightly so his back was touching your legs. He opened his mouth to ask a question, but Hinata spoke first.

“Wow you’re so nice…!” Hinata says, and unable to help himself, wraps his arms around you and hugs you, squeezing you for a moment before letting go. “AH! I hope that was okay…” he says, fidgeting.

A smile spreads across your face, “I don’t mind. I actually like hugs,” you tell them, feeling a bit more confident around them. The fact that you could relax around both of them, and they both seemed to think highly of you, helped the situation.

Hinata’s face goes red and he nods. Both of them look like they have something to say when the clicking of the door’s lock causes everyone’s heads to turn. Tanaka and Saeko had returned with the groceries, since the store really was only around the corner.

“Oh, Hinata is here!” Saeko says as she comes in, holding only one bag in each hand, heading to the kitchen. “I wonder when Kageyama will show up?” she wonders to mostly herself as she starts putting stuff up. Tanaka isn’t far behind, helping put the groceries up before he greets Hinata, his gaze going to Nishinoya who hadn’t left his spot between your legs. Noya was sitting firm, not willing to jump up to help like he usually would, focusing on the tv and acting as if he was finding something for entertainment.

“Oh, hey, Tanaka-senpai, what kinds of things do you like?” you wondered.

“Me? Hm, well, I like video games, meat and melon bread, and hot girls!” he tells you, grinning.

To most people, that would not have been helpful but you had a secret, something you never shared. You loved to bake, and were rather amazing at it. You could totally make melon bread, you had been thinking of making milk bread for Kageyama last night but had been way too tired. In fact, you had started pre-mading nearly all the pastries on Sunday for the little cafe in the bookstore these past two months. Then your parents would bake them as needed.

“I can work with that,” you say with a soft laugh.

“What do ya mean?” Tanaka wondered.

“She’s getting everyone on the team presents!” Hinata chirped happily.

“Doesn’t that sound like something that should be a surprise, Hinata-chan?” Saeko said, laughing loudly.

“It’s okay! It is for a present,” you laugh it off, not minding. It wasn’t like any of them knew exactly what you’d be getting anybody.

“She got me manga!” Noya said, holding up two volumes with a large grin.

Hinata did the same, nodding happily, “Me too!”

“That’s awesome! I can’t wait to get a present from a pretty girl!” Tanaka said happily, dazing off into his own daydream.

“It’ll be monday if that's okay?” you wonder. You would be busy most of tomorrow, but you knew you could make an extra few melon breads during that time.

“Whenever is fine with me!” Tanaka replies, grinning as he sits beside Hinata on the couch. “What are we gonna play?” he asks Noya.

Noya grinned at him, “Any of the Kario games we have, it’s like the only series we have that’s four player,” he said, shifting through the game selection to find the perfect one.

“Oh, do you guys have Kario Kart?” you wonder with a sparkle in your eye, freakishly good at that game.

“Oh heck yeah we do!” Noya pulled it out, putting it in the gaming console as everyone picked a controller.

“I love playing this game,” Tanaka said smugly, “I’m pretty damn good at it.” You were sure he was trying to impress you, but they seemed to forget who your friend was already.

You had spent hours upon hours playing games with Kenma, Kuroo and your brother. You and Kenma preferred to join as a team, but on the occasion you were on opposite teams, things got heated as the two of you were competitive.

“I am too!” Hinata said with a grin, enjoying sitting next to you.

Knock Knock!

“Ah, that must be Kageyama!” Noya said, hopping up and leading to the door, opening it and ushering Kageyama inside.

You wave, “Morning Kageyama,” you say as you fiddle with one of the controllers, picking a character as you, Hinata and Tanaka all get ready to play a round.

“Morning... is this why you didn’t text back?” Kageyama wonders as he sits in one of the empty chairs, eyes flickering to your chest for a moment before looking back at your face.

Your face flushed a bit, surprised he was being so upfront. “Oh! Yes, I’m so sorry, I rode my bike here and forgot to check my phone,” you laugh, feeling a bit bad you had forgotten to text him back. You pull out your phone, checking the messages, even if it is too late now. You quickly reply to Kenma as Noya sits between your legs in the beanbag, all of them watching you closely.

“Come on and put that away! Let’s play~” Hinata says, just barely noticing the contact name out of the corner of his eye.

“Sorry,” you reply as you put it away, picking the controller back up.

“Alright, let’s play!” Tanaka shouts happily, “You can play next, Kageyama,” he says as he begins the game once Noya picks out his character.

It went on like that for a few hours, everyone switching around as you all played games until around noon, when Saeko started the hotpot. Noya was the first to suggest turning on a show in the background as you all gathered for lunch.

Your phone began going off right as you had taken your first bite. “I wonder who that is…?” you wonder mostly to yourself as you go to your bag, finding your phone and answering it. “W-Wait, hold on, slow down,” you said as you heard your mothers frantic voice, asking where you had been and why you didn’t tell them you were leaving for so long. “I told grandpa!” you tried to tell her, but she wasn’t having it. “F-Fine, I got it… See you soon,” you finally mutter, hanging up the phone and frowning a bit. You turn back to see all four boys, and Saeko, watching you from around the corner of the kitchen.

“Do you have to go already?” Hinata and Noya whined together.

“Was that your mom?” Kageyama wonders.

“Man we were just starting to have fun!” Tanaka complains, heading over to you.

“Yeah, I’m really sorry. It seems my grandparents forgot to tell my parents I was leaving, so now my mom’s all mad…” you explain, sighing. You weren’t upset with your grandparents, though, as you knew their memories were slipping due to old age. Plus, you had had a lot of fun and knew you’d definitely be coming back to hang out again.

“Want to take some hot pot?” Hinata asks, which earns him a smack from Kageyama.

“How is she supposed to do that, dumbass?” he grumbles.

“So mean!” Hinata whines.

“It’s okay, thank you for thinking of me, Hinata,” you say, smiling at him.

“Here take this as a snack~” Saeko offers, handing you a protein bar. She hugs you tightly, “And be safe okay? Here, have my number so you can text me anytime!” she says happily, taking your phone and putting her number in it. You hug her back, feeling a bit embarrassed with all the boys staring at you, but enjoy the way it feels.

All of a sudden, Noya and Tanaka are hugging you too, “Yeah be safe! Text us!” they say as they hug you and Saeko. Hinata joins in, leaving Kageyama to awkwardly stand in the corner. You laugh and agree you’ll text everyone once you’re back home.

“Oh, wait YN,” it’s Hinata as he moves quickly towards you, “Can we go together? I just saw the text from my mom! She needs me to watch Natsu,” he explains, sighing a bit, being made to watch his little sister's babysitter still, at the age of 18. Not that he minded watching her, but he had been having fun too.

“Dang, Kageyama, you should check your phone too or everyones going to be banned from coming over, jeez!” Tanaka complained.

“I don’t have any younger siblings, though? And my mom knows I’m here.” Kageyama replies, confused but still looks at his phone just to check. “Nope, no messages.”

“It was a joke,” Tanaka laughs and slaps Kageyama’s back.

“I’m really sorry guys, again,” you say, bowing to all of them again before nodding to Hinata, not minding if he took you home, or at least part of the way. You honestly weren’t sure where this place was compared to yours. Last night, you had taken the bus, having forgotten your own bike, while he had ridden his bike home. And you hadn’t ever gone home together before.

The two of you had bikes, so you agreed to race to the base of the mountain, apparently his family’s house was on the other side.

“Wow, so close! Only right down the mountain!” he said excitedly when you had told him which street to stop at.

The bookstore you lived above was near the base, a two story building, the bottom being the bookstore and the top being your home with a balcony overlooking the courtyard, the entire outside surrounded by six foot walls that connected the two buildings. The back building was a four bedroom house, which your parents and grandparents lived in and had been your mothers childhood home. You had spent summers here, and some winter breaks, but your hometown was a bit further away.

It was odd, you wished you had somehow met Hinata back then, when you had wished for someone your age to play with when your brother would pick on you and run off with his own friends.

“I won!” Hinata shouts, breaking your thoughts as you realize you got to the corner across from your house.

“Darn it! I spaced out!” you groan, hopping off your bike and walking it the rest of the way.

“Wow, this is where you live? I’ve been in this bookstore before!” he said as the two of you crossed and you stopped in front. You invite him in, going through the gate and parking your bikes beside one anothers.

“I need to go find my mom, but thanks so much for bringing me home,” you tell him, gently biting your lip as your eyes flicker to his soft looking lips.

“Thanks for the manga… and hanging out with me, u-um! I mean us!” he stammered, obviously nervous, but you had caught him looking at your lips too.

Gently placing your hand over his mouth to stop his ramblings, you lean up, moving your hand just in time to plant a sweet kiss on his lips.

“I enjoyed hanging out with you,” you whisper, having just barely pulled away.

His face was bright red, but something in his eyes told you he wanted more. Leaning in again, he pressed his lips to yours, his hand finding your waist to pull you in. It surprised you since you weren’t sure if he was going to actually do it, but you quickly leaned into him, kissing him deeper for a moment. Hearing a door open, you quickly pull away, your face feeling like it was on fire.

“I’ll text you, okay?” you whisper, kissing his cheek before pulling back fully, right as you hear your mother call for you.

“YN! Where have you… Oh! Who is this?” the short woman who looks similar to you, just without your eye color, walks up to Hinata and smiles at him.

“Mom, this is Shouyou Hinata, he’s from the Volleyball Club I started managing with Kiyoko-nee-chan,” you explain to her.

“Nice to meet you, ma’am!” he nearly shouts, stiffening up.

She laughs, “No need to be so stiff, son,” she tells him sweetly, “Nice to meet you, dear.”

“Ah, well, I’ll see you Monday, YN, I gotta go!” he says, bowing to your mother and thanking her for letting you spend time with him before taking his bike and disappearing down the road.

“What a cutie~” your mom coos. “Well, you’re not in trouble this time… but make sure you tell us, okay? Can you go work in the cafe for a bit for me?” she asks, although you know it’s really a frequest. “I wonder when I’ll get a cute son-in-law like that?” she wonders loudly as she walks off,

Your face goes red, mumbling as you go into the cafe, putting on an apron and getting a snack first, considering you hadn’t had a chance to finish your lunch. Once you’re at the counter, you pull your phone out of your pocket and quickly text everyone that you got home safely, as well as tell Kenma you got roped into working today.

Jingle! Jingle!

“Welcome!” You say, setting your phone down as you look up, your eyes going wide when you see two familiar faces, Sugawara and Sawamura Senpai’s.

“Oh, this was the right one!” Daichi said, grinning as he looked at you.

Ry: Next part is right after this~ Ohohoho May contain Daichi and Suga fun~

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #474

“nothing flashed before my eyes / no pretty angels, no bright lights / all i saw was the devil’s soul, & it looked a hell a lot like my own”

Who are you most nervous about introducing potential significant others to? My dad. He can be a challenge. He says whatever comes to his mind the moment he thinks it, and it's not always nice. What is the most exciting thing about your life right now? My relationship, honestly. It feels like the one thing that's going right, but I'm concerned if I don't take care of the things that aren't going so well, that they will creep into my relationship and start breaking it down, ex. not having a job. What was the most important non-academic thing you learned in high school? To just keep pushing and not give up on life, and that it is full of phases, be them good, bad, or bland. Have you ever had a job that deeply affected your personal life? How so and do you still work there? No. Do you have a “one who got away”? I don't feel like that anymore. If you were in a supoerhero movie, would you be the hero or the villain? Because I like to help people, I'd like to be the hero, BUT villains are waaaay cooler. If you found a mouse in your house, would you be frightened? Frightened, no. I LOVE mice. I'd of course be startled and concerned about it getting into food, but I'd just calmly find a way to get it outside. Have you ever tried to perform magic tricks? I used to LOVE getting those little magic kits when the Scholastic fair came around! I had I want to say three and was pretty good at a lot of tricks in them. Can you do more with a yo-yo than just "go up and down"? No. What is one form of technology that you wouldn't be able to live without? The Internet for sure. Did you get an allowance, growing up? Why or why not? No. An allowance for three daughters was something my parents couldn't afford. Would you rather go to a water park or an amusement park? Why? An amusement park. They're more exciting to me, and somehow water parks seem dirtier with all the little kids and just alksdjlfa;wjke What is one instrument you wouldn't mind learning how to play? The violin. What's the longest amount of time you've had to wait in line for something? Probably something at Disney World as a kid, idr. What is something that you would like to learn more about? I ALWAYS want to learn more and more about meerkats. What is something that one of your family member collects? Mom collects owl stuff. Have you ever moved to a new school before? If so, how did it feel? No, except obviously when transferring from certain age ranges, like elementary to middle school. Have you ever legitimately forgotten to do homework? Yes, at least once in middle school. I felt SO awful and had to go outside of the classroom to do it while they were reviewing the work. Do you enjoy autumn leaves or spring flowers more? Why? I really, really like both. Each are just very pretty in their own right. Depending on where you live, why might a day of school get canceled? Hurricanes or like the mere chance of a centimeter of snow. At least once, we've even had such a severe heat advisory that school was called off. If you could meet any fictional character from a book, who would it be? Can dragons be real? 'Cuz then I wanna meet Clay from Wings of Fire if we could talk, lol. He's so wise and I'm sure would have great knowledge to share about looking at my life from new perspectives. What are some common places that people tour when they come to your city? Um, people do NOT tour this city. It's trash. What's one food that you did not enjoy as a child, but do as an adult? I'm not sure. How would having no electricity affect your daily routine? Everything would change, given I'm always on the computer. Would you rather have a mermaid tail, a fairy's wings or a unicorn's horn? Fairy wings, for sure. What is an animal that you'd like to have as a pet but it's not allowed? I wish SO badly that opossums were domesticated animals, alsdkjfkaljwe. I say enough that I do want to rescue/foster one, though, but I would obviously need a license for that. I would absolutely never just snag one from the wild. What are some things that you do to make the world a better place? We recycle here, don't dare to litter, and I always try to be a decent person that spreads love and hope to other people. Has the last person you had sex with ever had sex with someone besides you? Yes. What’s your favorite store at your mall? rue21, I suppose. We have a small mall. Have you ever done a workout DVD? Oh my actual god, this is a THROWBACK. When we were really little, my sister had a BARBIE workout DVD that we watched sometimes. Who usually takes out the trash in your family? Usually Mom, but sometimes me. What song are you currently obsessed with? Absolutely "Bath Salts" by Highly Suspect, ahhhhh- When you go fishing, do you make someone else get the fish off the hook? When I used to go fishing, my dad would always unhook the fish. Do you take any prescription meds? A lot. What happens if you don’t take them? I very rarely forget to take my medicine, but when I do, I experience anxiety and my tremors get worse. Who was the last person you dreamt about? I don't remember. Do you prefer your tea sweetened or unsweetened? I hate tea in any way. How often do you honk your horn? I don't really drive, so. I'd be very hesitant to though because I wouldn't wanna piss someone off. Do you have any children? If so, names and ages? That's a hard pass from me, bro. Have your parents ever witnessed you doing something inappropriate? What? No. Did you get babysat a lot as a kid? I don't remember how frequently, but we did have a babysitter. Both my parents had jobs. If you were the principal of a school, what would you do differently? Actually pay fucking attention to bullying and do shit about it. Are you doing anything fun tomorrow? "Fun?" Don't know her. What is something you'd like to receive as a housewarming gift? I dunno. How old were you when you first experienced the effects of puberty? I don't remember. What is your least favorite holiday, and why? St. Patrick's Day because I worry about getting pinched, lol. Pinching even very lightly is surprisingly painful for me. What were some outdoor games you played as a child? Hide-and-seek was my favorite, then my sisters and I made games for on the trampoline and in the pool, etc. Did you accompany your parents on "Take Your Child to Work" Day? I never remember doing that, no. Are cemeteries peaceful to you, or do they freak you out? They're humbling, more than anything. A reminder of how equal we are and that we all end up the same. It's a nudge to cherish life while you have it. Which ancient civilization would you be interested in learning more about? My favorite is Ancient Egyptian. Do you have better long-term memory or short-term memory? Long-term. My short-term memory is absolutely frighteningly horrid. What was the last situation that made you cry? Describe. I was very frustrated with just life in general and how horribly I'm failing at it. Which forest animal would you be most afraid to encounter? A bear, probably. Do you believe in anything supernatural? (ie: spirits, etc) Yeah, like said spirits. Has anyone close to you ever gone to war? No. Have you ever experienced altitude sickness? No. Is there anything, any event, you wish you could remember more clearly? I don't know right now. Have you ever rubbed anyone’s feet? EW you couldn't pay me to. If you had to get advice from someone of the opposite sex, who would you go to? My boyfriend. What was the last new food/drink that you tried? I recently tried jalapeno-stuffed grilled chicken, and a couple days ago I tried this orange/strawberry V8 my mom bought. It was noooot good, which I figured it wouldn't be. That's not a good mix. Have you had a good day today or was yesterday better? Today was fucking awful, and yesterday wasn't exactly peachy either. Have you ever played Sudoku? Yeah, I enjoy it well enough. Do you ever take surveys for money? No; I once signed up for a site like that though because my mom used to do that, but I literally qualified for no surveys with how inexperienced I was and still am with grown-up stuff. Do you like Barbie or Bratz better? I don't have an opinion, and I didn't really as a kid, either. Do you prefer purple or green grapes? I go back and forth, but either way, it has to be a crisp grape or it's just gross. Who was the last person that made you laugh? I was watching a John Wolfe video. Where does your best friend live? Illinois. Who did you last confide in? Girt. Does your car have an alarm? Mom's doesn't. Where was your mom born? New York. What can always make you feel better no matter what? If I'm being completely realistic, nothing. Not every single tactic is fail-proof, especially these days. What is something you’ll never eat again? Why? Crab legs came to mind first. They are SO mushy and just gross. What is currently happening that is scaring you? My life, bro. Have you ever found a stranger’s note somewhere? If so, what did it say? I mean maybe at some point accidentally? I don't remember a specific occurrence.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''bath salts'' by highly suspect

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hanawrites404 · 4 years

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Wynne's Diary - Stars with Portia

Portia and I were out in the docks, away from our hectic schedule of our usual household chores and professional work.

The men were tormenting me too much and were also not letting me stitch a new design for my clothes in the evening that it made me escape to the docks so that I could work in peace.

And I can say very happily that I had spent at least one nice hour by myself while watching the waters and listening to the movement of the waves and loud cackling of the seagulls.

At least the sounds of the seagulls were better than listening to the rambling and screaming of my husbands.

Yes......screaming......you read it right.

Anyways, Portia had spotted me while I was enjoying the view of the orange sky turning into dark blue, melting over the horizon and the sea. And since she had been relieved from her duties for today, she decided to join me.

And that's how we both were here, talking and spilling some tea inbetween our small talk occasionally, laughing at the most bizzare and ridiculous rumours.

And as our conversation proceeded, soon came nighttime. The sky had turned blue-black and the moon above us was bright as usual, looking like a glowy mozzerella cheeseball.

And also came the time for Portia's stomach to grumble from hunger. So I had decided to prepare some spicy soya sauced noodles along with seasoned fish meat and vegetables for her.

Luckily the noodles and other ingredients were already kept in stock at Asra's shop so all I had to do was to get them and prepare the dish at the docks by using my powers to heat them up.

"Here you go. Be careful, it's still hot" After they got cooked in a couple of minutes, I gave one bowl to Portia which she gladly took with both of her hands carefully.

"Mmmm....it smells so good! I can't wait to try it" she then rolls her fork into the noodles and takes a bite.

"Oh goodness" she led out a hiss and fanned her mouth as soon as she swallowed the food.

"This is so spicy! It's burning my mouth but in a good way!" She quickly ate more and moaned from the taste, her nose watering.

"Hey.....Are you alright? Should I get some water for you to drink?" I got quite concerned when I saw her eyes leaking tears due to the spiciness getting in her nerves. Also her face was turning red.

"No no! I'm fine. I just love this so much!!" She wiped the tears off and slurped the noodles more and more, munching away happily.

"Ummm....Alright. If you say so" I relaxed a bit, still worried about her. This was her first time eating noodles after all.

Soon she finished her bowl and led out an obnoxiously loud burp. Goodness it almost made my ears puke.

"Holy mother of Asra" I exclaimed while she giggled and winked at me.

"Whoops. Sorry" she blepped and I shook my head with a sigh.

"But you are a great cook Wynne" she complimented me.

"T-Thanks Portia. It's not really much, but I know the basics" I rubbed my neck.

"Oh trust me when I say that you cook better than me" she flattered me more.

"W-What? Nonsense!! You are the better one here Portia. I mean, I don't think I would ever be able to cook various tasty dishes like you do for Nadi-"

"Just keep quiet and take the damn compliment please" she placed her finger on my lips, shutting up my speech. A playful smile plastered on her lips.

I blushed a bit and closed my mouth, abiding by her order.

"Good" She then chuckled and removed her finger off me, making my lower lip jiggle a bit.

"Wow....your lips are so soft to touch. Now I see why Ilya loves to kiss you so much. Of course he loves you and all but, this gives him a very good excuse to kiss you" she winked.

"Oh god don't remind me of him now" I averted my gaze, blushing yet again.

"He along with the three others were the reason why I came here in the first place" I shook my head with disappointment.

"Why? Were they 'pissing you off' again?" She tried not to laugh.

"Was there any moment where they weren't pissing me off?" I asked her annoyingly.

"Maybe when you said your vows to each other at your wedding??" She guessed.

I was kind of surprised by her reply. I felt my eyebrows going up and eyes widening a bit, not to mention my cheeks started feeling hotter.

"I-I mean I.......Yeah.....upto some extent, that is. But still I would have broken their shins if they had not stopped boasting about getting married. There was nothing to show off, you know" I rolled my eyes.

"Oh come on. They finally got to marry the lady of their dreams! What's the other best thing that could happen to them?" Portia defended.

"I don't know" I shrugged and placed my head on my hands.

"Ugh you are so oblivious, Wynne" she then flicked my forehead which made me stumble back as I was caught off-guard.

"Woah!! Watch it!!" I managed to catch myself from falling back by supporting myself on my hands from behind.

Portia bursted into a fit of laughs by seeing how I fell back just by a flick on my head. This made me very embarrassed as I cursed myself for being so light-weighted.

"Ilya was right. You sure weigh like a bunch of grapes. I wonder why you don't get swooshed away by the wind" she giggled.

"Oh shut up now" I glared at her with red cheeks, pouting.

"Alright alright, sorry" she finally apologized. By how she rolled her eyes while apologizing, it didn't look like she actually meant it. But I accepted it for now. At least she said sorry to me.

I huffed and dusted my hands together, sitting up straight again.

"Hey Winnie. Look above. The stars for sure are shining very brightly today, aren't they?" She relaxed herself and admired the sky above her.

I sat cross-legged and peered above, looking at the stars glimmering and twinkling to their glory. Some shooting stars were also noticable.

The stars dotted the sky beautifully, going along the darker shade of the sky very well.

They were millions of stars, impossible to count of course. Some of them were clustered together while some made intersting patterns. Nevertheless, all of them made the sky look like more glittery and sparkling. They looked like pearls floating on a black pool of ink.

"Asra told me that some stars form patterns called constellations which carry each of our fate. Is it true?" She asked me.

"Well yes sometimes. They define our way of thinking and personality. They are also called zodiac signs. Not all of the constellations are signs though, only 12 of them are considered as the signs which correspond to our birthday" I told her.

"Interesting. So what constellations can you see right now??" She asked me next.

"Hmmmm....." I looked around. First I tried to find the North Star and once I found it, I started looking for the patterns which I could identify as the signs, and I succeeded in finding one.

"Look here" I got closer to her and aligned her shoulder along with mine and then pointed at the shape I wanted to show her.

"See that one? Where it forms like a rectangle and then two antenna-like structures are coming out?" I traced the stars with my finger which was burning with a purple flame so that she could easily recognise it.

"Oh yes I do" she nodded.

"That's Gemini. The twins. Asra's zodiac sign" I told her.

"Oh how amazing. What does it say about Asra??" She asked me curiously.

"People with Gemini as their sign are usually known for being airy and intellectual. They are always curious about life and can experience two sides of things at the same time as the name suggests"

"Wow....that's definitely Asra" Portia remarked.

"Yeah" I agreed. Asra surely was a person who would think about both good and bad outcomes of a decision. Maybe that's why he was always worried about even the most smallest things too much.

"Show me another one. I'm having fun" she leaned onto my shoulder.

"Of course. You see that one? It's like a U and has one antenna coming from its curve" I traced.

"Mhm. Yeah" she nodded again.

"That's Taurus. The bull. My father's zodiac sign" I told her.

"Awesome!! Tell me more!!" She literally jumped and I chuckled at her excitement.

"Taurus people like living a luxurious and pleasurable life without any hardships. They like to be in their comfort zone. They value security and materialistic things. But they are very kind and loyal"

"Heh.....for the first-half I was thinking that it fitted Lucio more but when you mentioned the kind and loyal personality, I changed my mind" she spoke.

Not going to lie, but this made me snort in an adnormal way............

"I see why the docks are your favourite place in Vesuvia. The view from here is gorgeous" Portia replied as we faced the smoky waters and the Vesuvian night sky.

"I'm glad you think so. Though this place is a bittersweet memory for Asra and Muriel but in my eyes, it surely has its own beauty which I cannot find anywhere else" I told her.

"That's something I really like about you Winnie" she smiled at me.

"Hmm? How so?" I asked her, raising my eyebrow.

"You don't look at the dark side of things. You always appreciate the positive attributes even if they are lesser in number than the negative ones. Take Count Lucio as an example" she giggled at the last sentence.

"You are absolutely right on that part" I blushed, remembering that how it took an eternity for me to discipline him and fix his past mistakes. But for sure it was worth the time and effort and I was quite satisfied with myself at that time.

"But you do love him a lot, don't you?" She wiggled her eyebrows at me.

"O-Of course. He does need someone to look after him. Nothing romantic here" I blushed again.

"Says the one who proposed to him for marrying her and then kissed the hell out of him in front of everyone when he accepted the engagement" she nudged me with her elbow and I turned redder.

"Awwwwwww you are so cute" she then kissed my cheek which made me jerk and scoot away from her a bit.

"W-What was that for??!" I cupped the cheek she kissed.

"Why? Can't I kiss my sister-in-law?" She pouted.

"I-I mean....sure.... Wait no!!....I mean yes! I mean oh god!!" I hid my face in my hands and screamed in them from embarrassment.

I heard Portia laughing at my reaction and felt her arms wrapping around me, holding me close and tight.

"You are so adorable Wynne. Ilya sure is lucky to have you as his wife. And so are Muriel, Asra and Count Lucio" she nuzzled her cheek on my shoulder.

"T-Thanks....I guess" I replied back, not looking at her.

"No problem Winnie-boo" she then kissed my head and rested her head on my shoulder as she gazed at the beautiful view the docks offered us.

Gods she was going to make me burst now. I really hated it when she used my weakness against me and made me feel flustered and embarrassed.

But still, I loved her company more than anything else. Portia was like a sister I can ever wish for and I was happy to have her by my side. I just loved her so much.

"Portia....."

"Yes Winnie?"

"Thank you........for spending time with me.......I really needed it" I uncovered my face and looked at her.

She had a slight blush on her face but grinned at me, making me break into a smile too.

"Of course!! Anything for my cute and small sister-in-law" she winked at me.

I then hugged her close, thanking her more and more, and she just giggled and rubbed my back, warming me up in her embrace.

If I had to speak with my heart, I would say that I was ready to give up all the stars present in the universe just to embrace that one star who was right beside me, shining brightly under the night sky with her cheery smile and bubbly personality.

And I swear that I would never let her shine diminish and fade away and that I would always cherish and protect it with my whole life.

It's a promise Portia..............

The end.........

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billyhargrovesbabe · 5 years

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when words don’t hit | billy hargrove

This was one of those ideas that just wouldn’t stop nagging me until I wrote it. It’s my own little take on a Byers!Reader. I really had fun writing it. It starts out super dramatic, but turns fluffy quickly (or at least as fluffy as it can get). Honestly, it’s got a healthy dose of angst and fluff. Also please excuse any mistakes as I wrote this at like two am. Once again, I have an idea for a continuation of this piece. If there’s enough interest, I’ll post it!

Word Count: 2,325

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, mentions of racism, violence, and lots of swearing but it’s Billy so what else is new

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You weren’t thinking when you threw the punch. Fuck, you don’t even know if you were breathing or in full control of yourself when it happened. All you knew was that the asshole who had been bullying your twin brother was here, in your house, threatening one of your younger brother’s best friends for his fucking skin color, and you were done with it. Distant memories of your own father shoving your mother into that very wall whilst screaming at her, just like the blond teenager was, flashed before your eyes. So you just reacted. And the world sort of blurred together as your fist connected right below his ribs, next to his spine, and in a perfect kidney shot. You knew it hurt too. You had a mean punch. Between protecting Jonathan from bullies growing up and teaching yourself how to fight just in case Lonnie decided any of you looked like a good target, you could hold your own. You knew when it landed, it fucking landed. But you added a “get the hell away from him, Hargrove,” just for good measure.

So when Billy dropped Lucas, you weren’t surprised. When he grabbed his side in pain, you weren’t surprised. And when he turned to you with a sort of manic look in his eyes, you weren’t surprised. It was when he laughed (and not that fake barking-laugh shit he got away with at school, but full-on chortled), that you were finally surprised. Nobody dared to move or breathe— everyone was just a little too afraid of what the unstable maniac you had just fucking kidney punched was going to do. He held onto his tender right side as he sent you the most lecherous look you had ever received. It was a look he usually reserved for girls like Tina Carpenter or Nicole Harland. Never you, the weird-Byers-kid’s twin. But the smirk he threw your way sent thrills down your spine and in a way that wasn’t entirely unpleasant.

“Well, well, well,” the Hargrove boy drawled. “Look who can pack a fucking punch. I never would’ve thought you were such a little spitfire, Byers. I mean, both your brothers are such pussies.” You felt the heat rise to your cheeks, your temper flaring and just rising as you realized he knew exactly what he was doing. He was enjoying getting you all riled up. His eyes narrowed as he delivered what he clearly thought was a devastating final blow. “Tell me, are you this much of a spitfire in bed?”

It was Billy’s turn to be surprised when it wasn’t you who launched themselves at him, but Steve Harrington instead. The fight happened so fast, no one could quite keep up but the two boys in the middle of it all. Somewhere between the posturing, the taunting, and the chaos, it started to go downhill. It wasn’t until Billy was wailing away on poor Steve that someone finally managed to intervene again. Max grabbed the syringe full of sedative and drove it into her step-brother’s neck. You didn’t dare intervene as she finally stood up to the jackass, but you immediately rushed to his side to check on him after if only to make sure he wasn’t dead from that much tranquilizer. You had essentially become the Party’s medic after everything last year (their healer, if you wanted to get nerdy about it like the kids often did). You immediately checked for Billy’s pulse and found it, a little fluttery but definitely there. You glanced at the syringe where it had landed, knowing it had been filled, and seeing it completely empty.

“He’ll be out until tomorrow morning, easy. Maybe even later.” You sighed, turning to look at the mess that was the living room. Your poor mom would understand, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t suck any less when she came home to this disaster. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught an unconscious Steve on the floor. You had a feeling you wouldn’t be making it back to the lab with overnight bags for everyone like you’d promised. There were more important things to handle here. You turned your gaze to the rest of the teenagers in front of you.

“Right. So. We can go kill the demo-dogs, but you little shitheads listen to me. When I say mission over, it’s over. Got it?” They all nodded eagerly, clearly desperate to do something to help. You searched around for Billy’s keys, only to see them in Max’s hands. She sent you a guilty— but very hopeful— grin, and you couldn’t help the slight smirk that crossed your face. You both knew how much it would piss Billy off that his kid step-sister drove his car—and right now, you were all for a little bit of petty revenge. Still, you had to at least pretend to be responsible.

“Alright,” you mock sighed. “But only because I need to tend to Steve and make sure he’s eventually conscious enough to help. Help me get him in the back, and then we can roll.”

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Billy woke up feeling like he had the hangover to kill all hangovers. He laid on his back, not understanding why the middle-right-side was so sore and why he was in an unfamiliar room. As he shifted to the side, he saw you laying there on the other side of the bed and on top of the covers that he was so meticulously tucked under. He tried to sit up and find some water, but a loud grunt of pain tore out of his throat as the ache in his right kidney intensified.

You shot up, locked eyes with the heartthrob bully in your bed, and immediately scrambled over the edge. He would have laughed at your lack of grace if his head hadn’t been killing him. Instead, Billy opted for a glare. A really mean glare. (At least he hoped it was.)

Without a word, you handed him the glass of water you had grabbed for him the night before. After a few seconds of thinking, you handed him some Advil too. Apparently incapable of actual words, Billy merely grunted in appreciation as he downed the water and the pills. You two sat in uncomfortable silence, waiting for the Advil to (hopefully) ease his headache. He was the first to break it. “So. What the hell happened?”

“Well...” You weren’t quite sure how to go about answering. Direct was best, right? Better start somewhere simple... “You’re in my room.” You saw his eyebrows shoot up at that, an excited and smug grin stretching across his face. You rushed to correct him. “Not because of that, jackass. Will’s friends, your step-sister included, were worried about going home last night. By the time they managed to... clean everything up, you were still out cold. Mom decided to let them stay the night, call it an impromptu sleepover, and phoned everyone’s parents this morning to let them know where their kids were. And we couldn’t exactly have you taking up the couch and the living room, so...” You trailed off, refusing to look at the still-too-smug teenage boy in your bed. Neither Jonathan nor your mom had really been all too happy about it (or Steve, for that matter). You calmly reminded everyone that not only were you the most suited to treat his injuries, but you were also fully capable of defending yourself. The kidney punch you had landed was your key piece of evidence. They couldn’t exactly argue with you there, but they made you promise to call them at the first sign of trouble. So what if they didn’t know you had let him stay in your bed? As far as they were concerned, Billy had slept on the cold, hard ground...

As you spoke and the pain began to subside, Billy suddenly realized he wasn’t wearing a shirt. He leered over at you, a very hot despicable smirk slowly stretching from one cheek to another. You saw that detached glaze settle over his eyes again, locking the confusion and discomfort (and was that embarrassment?) away as his typical jackass mask slid into place.

“You know, kitten, if you had wanted me shirtless that badly, you could’ve just asked.” He drawled it so lazily, like the crass words meant nothing to him, as he practically posed on your bed. You bit back the blush snippy remark that was just itching to fly free as you grabbed his shirt off the ground.

“I wanted to check on your back,” you ever-so-calmly replied, chucking his shirt at his face and hoping to cover the alluring stupid smirk he still had plastered on. “You know, from where I punched you. I wanted to make sure the bruising wasn’t too bad. And I wanted to check if Steve had done any awful damage to you.” The unspoken like you did to him hung in the air between you two. You saw the carefully detached gleam in his eye give way to some indecipherable emotion. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say it was regret. But the violent teen quickly scoffed, and you were sure you had imagined it.

“Guess I’m just built to last, sweet-cheeks,” he lazily threw the innuendo your way as he pulled the shirt back on. He doesn’t even have to try with these, you thought. You refrained from the eye-roll a comment like that usually would have elicited as you realized he was trying to keep his back out of your sight. He was even shifting so you couldn’t see it as he pulled the shirt over his head. But you had already seen everything. And from your own experience with an abusive asshole of a father and a teary mother who needed patching up (which was left to you since she refused to call the hospital and Jonathan used to get squeamish at the sight of blood), you knew what it meant.

“Billy,” you started quietly. The air in the room suddenly seemed thick with the tension of the situation. “I saw the other bruises on your back. And sides. And the really faded one on your stomach.” The boy in front of you froze, looking like a lion with his curly mane of bedhead that had just been backed into a corner. He carefully watched you, only half-finished with pulling his shirt down over his toned stomach. The detached facade was entirely dropped now as a sheer fight or flight response seemed to kick in. You jumped to beat him to (what could literally be) the punch.

“I’m not going to pry. I’m not going to ask questions.” You rushed to reassure him. After all, you didn’t need to. In your few conversations with Max, you had managed to chat with her enough to recognize a girl dancing around talking about her broken home. You had a hunch where those older bruises had come from. “I’m just going to say this: I know those bruises didn’t come from a fight. You’re too good at fighting for anyone to land a hit that smarts like that. But. Anytime you need to get away from the person who did that, you can come here.”

The offer seemed to sit in the air between the two of you with a huge, weighted presence. You saw the suspicion immediately set in as his jaw set and his eyes started to harden again. How could a guy who had said so little so far communicate so much? You were starting to think he was easier to read than you realized...

“I’m not trying to dig up some dirt on you or gain any kind of upper hand here,” you said, slowly approaching the bed. “And I can guarantee Jonathan won’t try to use it against you. I love him, but he’s too fucking scared of you to even breathe when you’re around.” You tried to joke with him. It didn’t quite land. Joking had never really been your strong suit though— helping was. “But if there’s any household that might know what it’s like to deal with abuse, it’s ours. My dad was a jackass. And while Jonathan tried to protect Will, I was left to help my mom clean up and face him again afterward. And now I want to help you.” You were sitting on your bed by this point, careful not to get too close to Billy. You wanted to leave him with his personal space, in case he needed to run. Instead, he looked you over with an assessing (and dare you say hopeful?) gaze.

“I’m not some fucking charity case, you know,” he practically hissed at you.

“I know,” was your calm response.

“I’ve been managing just fine on my own. Why would I need your fucking help?”

“You don’t. But I want to offer it anyway.”

He sat back at that, seemingly turning the words over in his head. You watched him slowly pull down the first of the many, many walls up in his eyes. “You’re pretty alright, you know that Byers? Nothing like that pussy brother of yours.” You rolled your eyes at the dig and playfully huffed. If this was the game he was gonna play, you could keep up. But you weren’t going to let him get away with being a total dick.

“Jonathan has a lot more going for him than you give him credit for. But thanks.” You sent him a small smile. “And please, call me (Y/N).”

“(Y/N), then.” He wasn’t quite ready to return your gentle, friendly smile. You hoped he would be soon though. In the meantime, you’d settle for the charming smirk that quickly stretched across his face.

“Why haven’t I taken you for a drive yet, huh (Y/N)?” He put an emphasis on your name like he might any of the ridiculous pet names he insisted on calling girls. Billy playfully wiggled his eyebrows at you, blurring the lines between flirting and being friendly. You laughed at him, sending a smirk right back. He didn’t offer you an apology for the night before (of course, there were others who deserved to hear it way more), and he wasn’t trying to fix the damage he had done. It didn’t even come close to patching up the issues his anger and his ego caused. And it didn’t explain or excuse any of it. But it was a start.

“Please, Hargrove. You couldn’t handle me. You said it yourself, I’m a spitfire. And I’m not as easy as the other girls you... drive with. You wouldn’t know what to do with me.”

“Maybe not,” Billy admitted. His smirk lessened slightly, but his eyes maintained that playful glint. “But I’d sure like to try.”

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shooting-stars01 · 4 years

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I’ll See You at Three

A/N: Sorry I’ve been gone for so long! I started college and wanted to get back into writing these things. I’m hoping this will be an interesting series, not really sure where I’m going to take it yet. If anyone has any suggestions, I would love to hear them. I also want to start doing requests soon. Not sure if I have the following for it, but I’m up for trying new things. Anyways, message me if you have a request and I’ll get back to you. This story is non-canon, just a story I came up with involving characters from the MCU. Hope you enjoy! Also, any feedback is greatly appreciated. :)

Pairing: Peter Parker/Spider-Man X Reader

Chapter: 1/?

Words: 2,133

Warning: None, some cursing

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College was a fucking nightmare, and nothing could convince her otherwise. Ever since she could remember, everyone had told her she would love college. They fed her lies, saying it would be the greatest experience of her life. Granted, she had only been in school for two months, but she felt it was enough to make the educated decision that college fucking sucked. The weekends were the worst. Unless you were an avid partier or had friends who knew where the parties were, there was nothing to do, except listen to everyone else’s parties. She hated the constant noise on campus. Whatever was happening, there was always noise, never a single quiet moment. It wouldn’t have been such a problem if she could just learn to let things go like everyone else could, but for some reason, she hated when people couldn’t think about others around them, and causing a large amount of noise and being generally annoying, was one of the things she hated most. Y/n just liked the quieter side of life, and that did not include people running around outside her dorm at three in the morning with a megaphone shouting.

It was early in the morning, too early for the sun to be out, when y/n decided she couldn’t take the noise anymore. She hadn’t slept in fourteen hours but decided to take a walk anyway, hoping it would bring her past the point of exhaustion and allow her to rest when she got back to her dorm. It was a Saturday, and for some reason, Saturday’s were the worst. People decided to be extra loud, especially on the floor above hers (she got stuck on the first floor of freshman dorms as if things couldn’t be shitty enough). That wasn’t even the worst part. The worst being that her roommate would stay out until god knows when with friends. Y/n loved having the room to herself but hated the fact that her roommate never bothered to include her in anything. It made her feel less than, just as she had felt with most other people in her life. She had learned a long time ago to let go of people that made her feel that way, but how was she supposed to stay away from her roommate. She tried to convince herself this walk was just to reach exhaustion, but it was also a spite walk. Y/n hoped her roommate would get back to the dorms before her and feel left out herself. Y/n hated the idea that her roommate might think she had no friends or didn’t do anything fun, and so far, y/n was pretty sure that was the exact impression she had given her roommate.

Y/n put on some leggings and a hoodie and walked out of her dorm room, trying not to look as petty and sulky as she felt. At this moment, she felt spectacularly pathetic, but it was her first semester in college, and who could blame her for being so fucked up in the head. This was her first time away on her own and she always thought she would love it, but so far it had been one major disappointment, and all she wanted to do was turn around and go straight back home. Two months and it still didn’t feel any better.

The air was briskly cold which was a nice contrast to how it usually felt. She had to admit that she hardly ever actually went out of her dorm at night. She wondered if it was cold like this all the time at night and made a mental note to go out more. Y/n loved the cold weather, and she didn’t get much of it here, one of the main reasons she had come to hate college so much. She was used to much colder weather back home, and at least when it was hot where she lived it was a dry sort of heat instead of the humid kind here. The winds did help to cool things down sometimes, but for the most part, she hated every single sunny day.

There were some students still meandering about, talking loudly around campus as they drunkenly stumbled their way to another party or back to their dorms. As she walked, she thought about what it might be like if she had that same type of energy, if she could just run around from one party to the other, mingling with boisterous people as if it were second nature. Y/n wished it could be easy to blend in with people, to have a good time without worrying about what to say next or if she looked good enough to be talking to the hot guy in the room. She hated the way she didn’t feel good enough to even look some people in the face, which was funny considering they probably wouldn’t even remember her.

Y/n looked up at the sky hoping to catch a glimpse of the stars, something that reminded her of nights spent outside having long talks with her sister. There were no stars in the sky tonight, or rather there were, but she couldn’t see them through the thick smog that seemed to stick around all the time, another thing she could add to the list of reasons she hated college.

Y/n didn’t know exactly where she was headed on this walk, perhaps to her new favorite spot, a hill overlooking the city. She liked to watch the illegal things that cars did on the street below and sometimes she would watch the airplanes fly overhead. There were so many of them, taking off at least every ten minutes from the airport. They were beautiful in a way which is something she never thought she would admit. When one would pass, she would think about each person on the plane, where they were going, and what they were thinking. Every time she was on a plane, she was always able to find a new perspective, looking at the world from so high up. As she approached the bench she usually sat at to look over the hill, the height did not give her new perspective, but rather reminded her she was stuck in a city she hated more than anything and promised she would never move to. How did she become one of these people? I guess it wasn’t so bad, but at the same time, all these people were so different from her. Every time she headed out of her dorm, or encountered her roommate, she was reminded of this fact, that she was nothing like the people who went to this school. On many occasions, she had spoken on the phone with her mom about it, but over and over again, her mother told her she just needed to find her people, that they existed, and as the weeks dragged on, y/n felt it more and more hopeless.

Y/n was taken out of her thoughts when she heard someone approaching behind her. She expected the sound of their footsteps to fade, but they continued to get closer until they were almost right behind her. Could they not see her sitting here? Y/n thought about saying something but decided it would make the situation awkward. She should have realized how awkward it would be when the person approached and went to sit down but then realized that someone was already sitting on the small bench. Granted, there was room for two people, but they would have to sit rather close, too close for two people who did not know each other.

“Oh sorry. Didn’t see ya there” the dark figure said. Y/n could tell that they were smiling, probably from the awkwardness.

“It’s ok” she replied, not wanting to start anything, though she wondered how they really couldn’t see her.

“Didn’t really think anyone would be out here at this time,” they said. “Usually this bench is empty.”

“Do you always come out here at three in the morning?” she said sarcastically.

“Yea. Why not? It’s far away from all the noise, plus it’s a nice place to relax.”

“Yes, but at three in the morning?”

“Well you’re out here at three in the morning, aren’t you?”

“Yea, but this is a first time, one-time thing.”

The figure moved out of the shadows and into the light coming off from the city and went to sit down next to y/n, which unsettled her less than she thought it would. So far, this was the easiest interaction she had with someone.

“Yes, well I promise you that you’ll become addicted. I thought the same thing too the first time I came out here, and now look at me, I’m a regular.”

In the light, y/n could see that the figure was a boy, which she had guessed by the voice, but in the light, y/n could see that he was a rather attractive boy.

“So, what’s your name?” he asked, casual as if he was not talking to a stranger on a bench at three in the morning.

“Y/n. What about you?”

“Parker, Peter Parker”

Y/n liked the way he smiled. He seemed to smile with every word he said. It wasn’t the fake two-faced smiles she had been seeing all around campus, but rather it was the first genuine smile she had seen in a long time, except from the few friends she had made. He kind of reminded her of a character she liked in a book she once read, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. His presence brought her a weird sense of calm, which she liked because all she had felt since arriving on campus was an extreme feeling of panic and dread. She felt protected with him.

“What year are you?” His tenor voice melted into the distant sounds of the city.

“I’m a first-year, what about you?”

“Third-year”

Y/n suddenly felt extremely self-aware. She had never talked with a Junior, and it made her feel inferior in so many unreasonable ways.

“Have you been coming out here for three years now?”

“Yea, every Saturday since my third week here.”

“You don’t go to parties or anything?”

He gave her an incredulous look. “Of course, I go to parties, when I feel like it, but I just always leave before three and come here. I need this time to just slip away. If I didn’t, I don’t know what I would do.”

Y/n knew what that was like. She suddenly realized she should probably leave and let him get his alone time.

“Well, I should probably get going then. Wouldn’t want to ruin your Zen or anything.”

“Oh no, please stay. It’s nice to have someone to talk to.”

“Really? Even out here in your spot?”

“Well, it’s your spot now too.”

“I would hardly say that.”

Though she wouldn’t admit it, she was mildly flattered he was so willing to share his special spot with her.

“Nonsense! Besides, sometimes it’s better to have someone to talk stuff out with, you know. Someone who you feel comfortable with.”

Y/n had missed this. Even with the friends she had made, she still felt like she had to hold back a part of her personality with them. Here, with him, she hadn’t felt that for a single moment, and they had hardly exchanged any words. He was friendly and accommodating. What could be so bad about staying to talk with him? Perhaps she would make a new friend and a third-year at that.

“All-right. I’ll stay.”

He smiled at her and it made her stomach flutter. She could get used to this, to him.

It was nearly dawn when they both said their goodbyes and headed to their separate dorms. They had talked for nearly three hours and even in the silence between their words, there wasn’t a single moment of awkwardness, but rather a feeling of comfort. She was in a state of bliss and her head was buzzing at a thousand miles an hour but she was too tired to comprehend any of it. When she got back into her dorm room, her roommate still had not come back from wherever she had gone to earlier in the night. Y/n was glad. She had the whole space to bask in what happened. She wanted to stay up the whole night so as not to let the feeling of magic escape her, to live in it as long as possible, but as soon as her head hit the pillow she fell asleep, her dreams filled with Peter Parker, the boy on the bench.

#peter parker #spider-man: homecoming #spider-man: far from home #spider man #mcu #marvel #marvel imagine #spiderman marvel #tom holland #the avengers imagine #The Avengers #imagine #fanfic #fanfiction #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fanfic #spiderman fanfiction #non-canon #i'll see you at three

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not-safeforsanders · 5 years

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Alcohol Kisses

Warnings: drunken sex, unwanted sexual advances by a stranger

Ship: Logince predominantly, Logicality, Prinxiety, pre-LAMP

Plot: It’s their second week in college, Patton and Virgil have to visit home to see their families for the weekend, in the meantime, Roman drags Logan to a party, which has interesting consequences.

((They’re all established to be polyamorous in this fic btw, assume they’ve had conversations abt whether this is okay and are not just having sex behind their partners back))

“Oh you are not wearing that,” Roman sighs as he stares at one of his best friends, a look of distaste on his face at the tie and shirt. “Here, you’re the same size as me, lose the tie and squeeze your ass into these,” Logan sighs and discards his phone, taking the skin-tight ripped skinny jeans with a wrinkle of his nose. As he changed into them he did, however, find the material to be much more comfortable than expected.

Roman had been invited to a college party, and he had intended to take his boyfriend, Virgil, only Virgil had to take a trip back home for the weekend to see his aunt under the promise of homemade cookies. He might’ve been willing to say no, except Patton also needed to go home for the weekend to see his little sister and had decided it would be a road trip for the both of them.

And Roman, unwilling to attend a party alone, dragged his third best friend by the ear to be thrown into a situation that, thus far in his life, Logan had not even once wanted to experience.

The younger ruffles his friend's hair, sneakily adding some glitter to the unruly curls with a grin plastered on his face. “Good, now let’s go get drunk,”

It’s a short walk, and Roman doesn’t miss the way Logan’s hands fold over his chest almost protectively a few times, he looks unsettled but he does also want to go. Roman wasn’t entirely forcing him as he’d expressed not wanting Roman to be alone at a party with hormone-addled college students and alcohol, as well as his room feeling a little empty without Patton. Once they get there, a cup full of mildly warm beer is put in his hands and the astronomy student wrinkles his nose a little but drinks anyway.

The music is loud and the drinks are endless as people danced and drank and ground up against strangers for the fun of it. In the corners of the room, Logan can see various couples, throuples and just general piles of people making out as well as more ambiguous actions. Logan averts his gaze to his beer and drinks.

Roman, however, looks like he was born for this, already joining the people dancing as strangers of all genders took interest in him. Logan decided he would join him when he himself isn’t so sober. This took a few cups of beer as the man, unused to drinking, sways a little. He has a dazed smile on his face as a stranger dances with him, allowing his hips to sway to the beat as unfamiliar hands rest on his waist, pulling him closer, he feels a hand squeeze his ass and jolts a little. He feels heat rush to his face with embarrassment as he shakes his head “No,” He shouts over the music, plainly and firmly.

“Awh, come on sweetheart, don’t be a buzzkill,” The man reaches for him, but he doesn’t get much closer as a firm hand grabs his arm.

“He said no,” Roman growls. Now Logan is very tall, but very skinny and without much upper body strength. Roman goes to the gym five days a week and could knock this guy out with his shoulder. You don’t argue with a guy three times your height and weight. The stranger scowls and Roman shakes his head, holding his hand out for Logan “Are you okay?” The elder rests his head on Roman’s shoulder and nods, feeling a little safer with him close by. “Just dance with me tonight,”

So he does, and he drinks more. He’d never drank so much in his life as he listens to Roman shout along to the words of the songs with a hundred other strangers. Alcohol coming free and easy as the dance floor crowds and Logan finds his body pressed against his best friend’s. Swaying and moving until Roman’s arms are wrapped around his waist and Logan’s face is buries in the other’s neck.

Logan can feel his heartbeat thrumming to the bass of the music.

They both stumble outside into the cold air well into the early morning, clasping each other’s hands. “I have never seen you smile so much, teach!” Logan grins from ear to ear as Roman’s arm wraps around his waist, supporting him. Well, Roman can barely walk in a straight line either so between the two of them they have the support of at least one small child.

They stumble into Logan’s room because it’s closest, Roman still singing along to the music as he leans against the door. Logan trips a little, but the younger’s arms wrap firmly around his waist. “You know, you’re actually a good dancer pocket protector,” Logan looks up at Roman with a small smile, their bodies from the waist down pressed together and faces remarkably close.

“I am?” He whispers softly. He looks dazed, a little blurry in his eyes as he looks up at Roman with something akin to admiration. Roman is a little taken aback about how vulnerable Logan looks when he genuinely expresses his emotions; something that he very rarely witnesses himself.

“Yeah, you are,” Logan grins, wide and happy, with his eyes a little soft. He wraps his arms around Roman and buries his face in his neck, their bodies pressed together as Roman feels his breath tickle the nerves under his skin. He inhales sharply, his arms holding Logan close to him, his breath hitching as the other’s body practically melt against his.

Logan presses a gentle kiss to Roman’s neck and the other has to bite down on his lip, his head resting against the door with a gentle thud. “You’re a good friend Ro” He mutters, leaning back as his hands brush against Roman’s sides. “And sweet,” His hands run up Roman’s arms, fingertips delicately pressing against his forearms as they trace their way to the other man’s neck, playing absently with the hair that rests at the nape.

Roman has never quite felt so drunk on someone’s gaze, and alcohol, before. Staring into the eyes of someone that actually seems to be looking back with something other than a cold, emotionless stare. “I try my best,” He whispers faintly, receiving a shy smile in return. Logan places his next move in the saying “Dutch courage,” as he leans up and presses their lips together gently, a mere peck really.

He pulls back, biting his bottom lip nervously, searching for an answer to a question he’d forgotten to ask. Roman pulls him back by the shirt, arms moving to his waist as he pulls them as close together as he can manage, barely any room to breathe. He feels Logan’s tongue brush lazily, drunkenly against his own, gasping lightly into his mouth as turns and presses the other man against the door. The elder’s hips press into his own, seeking friction and comfort and everything that Roman will give him.

The younger’s hands grip his partner’s thighs, prompting him as Logan jumps up and wraps his legs around the other’s waist. He manages to carry the other to the bed despite his intoxication, lying him down as their bodies press together and Roman so easily lies between the other man’s hips.

The alcohol and hormones take over from there, as Logan grinds up needily against his best friend, hands knotting in Roman’s white shirt as he gasps and pants and whimpers for more. “Are you sure? Is Patton okay with...” Logan nods, cheeks flushed.

“And Virgil?”

“Yeah we’ve had this discussion,” There’s no time to unpack that right now as Roman’s hand's fumble with his own belt and Logan makes some semblance of a lazy effort to kick off his own jeans. “How do you like it?”

“This is good,” Simple conversations for (currently) very simple minds. Logan grabs lube and a condom out of the drawer beside his bed as Roman clicks the cap off with suddenly very shaky hands.

Everything from there is a chaotic swirl. Going through the steps, the preparation, watching Logan squirm as he rocks his hips onto Roman’s fingers. They’d never thought they’d be here like this, up until now they had distantly thought the other to be attractive but this situation had come almost as a shock to both of them.

As Roman presses inside of Logan, pushing his cock in slowly, positioned over the other as he tries to hold himself up. Logan’s glasses seemed to steam up from the heat. Condensation on the window reflected this. Roman removes the glasses with one hand so he can look into the wide blue eyes, pupils wide and an endearing look of trust reflected in them. “Please, faster,” Logan manages out, grinding back against Roman’s cock as his own hands grasp the metal frame of the bedpost to give him more leverage to move his body.

And fuck, does he look good doing it.

Usually so well composed, hair perfect and a fixated expressionless look, Logan now looks like a hot mess. His hair is disheveled, strands sticking to his forehead as his shirt rolls up to his ribs, cock hard and leaking against his abdomen. And he is certainly not expressionless right now; his lips hang open as moans tumble over them with his eyes screwed shut and cheeks flushed, sweat clinging to his skin as a stream of cuss words and begs leave him.

Soon Romans body presses to Logan’s, one hand gripping his thigh as the other arm supports his weight, fucking into the other as he rolls his hips to meet his friend’s thrusts. The room is otherwise quiet except form the noises of their skin makes as their bodies meet rather harshly, and the moans and quiet pleas and whispers of encouragement.

Logan simply unravels at Roman’s touch. He’s so responsive and loud and nothing that Roman might’ve imagined Logan to be like during sex. He’s not sure what he would’ve imagined. As he feels himself nearing his climax, he sucks small bruises into the other’s skin, biting and sucking and nibbling, taste a much of his friend as he can. His head falls against Logan’s shoulder, panting out his name as he releases, hips stuttering as he buries himself within the other.

He pulls out and unravels the condom from his softening cock, tieing it off in a fluid motion and discarding it before he shuffles down and wraps his lips around Logan’s cock, taking him down quickly and easily. Logan’s back arches, his hands moving to thread through the sheets of his bed as he tries ever so hard not to jolt into the warm, wet heat. “Fuck...Ro...” He warns softly, throat wrecked and clenching with dryness.

Roman swallows his release easily, licking his lips as he pulled off and wipes his mouth on the back of his hand.

The two flop against the bed, trying to catch their breath. “Fuck,” Roman muttered quietly,” Logan snorts, looking exhausted as he turns onto his side, his fingertips cautiously tracing the back of Roman’s hand. Roman smiles at him and moves to pull the covers over them both. They could talk in the morning when they’re sober.

“Well, this is just too precious to process,” Virgil mutters as he stares at the two. Patton had unlocked the door with his spare key to Logan’s room, and the two had been greeted by a mess of Logan’s room, clothes on the floor, discarded condom and the entire room reeked of sex. But, Logan’s head was buried warmly against Roman’s neck as their arms and legs entangled with each other’s. “And we were worried about them being lonely,”

Patton chuckles as Logan began to stir, a grimace on his face “Why is the world so bright?” He asked quietly as Roman snorts with a quiet laugh before also wincing.

“I don’t remember drinking that much last night,”

“Morning boys!” Patton says, a little too loud, and with a grin on his face. “I see you had some fun without us, which is not surprising, but drinking Logan? I thought you were better than that,” The smile is still on his face as he folds his arms across his chest in faux anger.

“Missed you,” Logan hummed, holding out his arms for the other, Roman does a similar movement with Virgil as they both sit up. Logan sits on the edge of the bed as Patton clambers into his lap, giving him a quick kiss.

“On second thoughts maybe you should drink more often,” He teases a little as his boyfriend buries his face in the other’s neck. “You both definitely need a shower,” He giggles lightly. “Go on, both of you, me and Virgil will start on the breakfast,” Virgil presses a kiss to Roman’s cheek with a light smile, the remaining two not so subtly checking out their respective partner’s as they start to bicker over shower space.

“You owe me $10,” Virgil grins, Patton hands it over with a roll of his eyes. “I’m mad that I didn’t get to watch though,” The eldest nods in agreement with a content sigh.

“Come on, breakfast,”

Ko-Fi ((Money is tight and I could really do with any extra cash available, whatever’s lying around helps me pay for my existence))

#not safe for sanders

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mackinmacki · 5 years

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July 22, 2003 Track 4

Rating: K+

Word Count: 3500

Summary: It's not always a good thing when the person you care about comes over in a late night storm.

Pairing: White Rose

Notes: This is for day four of White Rose Week. Topic: Home.

Alternate title: May 22, 2001 Track 9

Link: (FFN) | (AO3)

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It was a very boring Saturday night. Yang had been over at Blake's the entire day, leaving her alone with their dad. However, he had conked out early, leaving her up by herself with nothing to do. She'd watched some TV, but there wasn't anything on that really captivated her. There weren't any video games that she wanted to play either. Online, these symptoms were supposedly signs of depression, but she didn't think it was that severe. She was just very, very bored.

The fact that it was pouring rain outside didn't help matters. Even if there was something outside that she wanted to do, the terrible weather had decided to put the kibosh on that. At this point, she was sitting in her bedroom with the curtains open, staring out into the rain and sighing oh-so dramatically. Weiss would've been proud. She was just so freaking bored! If only the stuff she could do inside interested her at the moment. It'd be more fun if Yang was there, but of course she wasn't. If only she'd gone over to Blake's with her... Then she would be third-wheeling hard, and she suddenly appreciated her boredom a bit more.

She heard the doorbell ring, faint but audible against the pounding storm. That caught her by surprise. Her first thought was that Yang had returned, but that didn't make sense. She had the keys to get in, so she wouldn't need to bother with waiting. Unless she had lost them... It didn't seem likely, but no other explanation made sense. The weather was too awful for anybody to come around trying to sell something, and nobody had mentioned to her that they wanted to come over. Not that they'd likely want to when it was raining like this. Her curiosity was now heightened as she left her room and headed for the front door.

Looking through the peephole, her surprise didn't end, but her concern immediately ratcheted up to ridiculous levels. Standing on her porch was Weiss, staring at the ground with completely disheveled hair. Ruby hurriedly unlocked the door and flung it open, gaping at the sight of the Schnee heiress. She was soaked from head to toe, her arms wrapped around her stomach as she shivered where she stood. An angry red mark was visible on her left cheek, which only made Ruby's concern worsen. She had no idea what was going on, but she knew she couldn't leave Weiss standing out there a moment longer.

Grabbing Weiss's hand, she helped her inside and shut the door. Water dripped from her body, quickly creating a puddle on the wood paneling beneath her. "Wait right here!" Ruby turned and ran towards the bathroom, nearly tripping over herself in her haste to grab some towels. She raided the cabinet and grabbed three of them, hustling back to the front door. Weiss still stood there just as she'd left her: staring down and frozen, as if in shock. It was making her stomach feel sick with worry.

She set down a towel in front of Weiss's feet, which she stepped on without a word. Now the majority of the water was dripping onto the towel, though a few errant drops kept hitting the floor. That could be dried off later, though. Dropping one of the towels next to her, Ruby used the other to start drying Weiss off. She had a feeling that Weiss didn't feel like doing it herself, and she wasn't wrong. Weiss didn't make a move to help, or really any move at all. She just stood there with a dead-to-the-world expression, neither thanking Ruby nor acknowledging her presence.

The silence between them was torturous. Ruby wanted to make Weiss look her in the eye and tell her what was wrong, but she had to keep holding her tongue. Weiss was usually not very upfront about her emotions, but she didn't tend to stay this quiet. Seeing how she was at the moment let her know that something serious had happened. If she pushed her for an answer like she so desperately wanted to, then she might end up doing more damage. As much as it pained her, she was forced to remain silent.

The two remaining towels got full usage as she dried Weiss off. It took quite a bit of time, since it was somewhat awkward to dry off another person, but eventually she was as dry as she was gonna be. That wasn't saying much, though, since her clothes still retained a good amount of rainwater. Her towels weren't going to do much to combat that, nor were they going to help keep Weiss very warm. A passing shiver along her body showed that truth very well. Okay, so she needed something that would bring warmth back into her body. A bath should do the trick.

Leaving the wet towels by the door, Ruby took Weiss's hand and led her to the bathroom. Once in there, she closed the door behind them and started up a bath. Standing there with nothing to do but wait for the bath to fill up, the silence that still permeated the room became truly unbearable. She caught herself tapping her foot several times when the sound reached her ears. While the bathtub was being filled up, Weiss mostly just stared silently at the water, though Ruby caught her staring at herself in the mirror once. It was only for a moment before she looked away.

Eventually the bath was filled up completely. Ruby shut off the water and walked to the other side of the room. She turned around to give Weiss her privacy, which was understood even without words. With nothing else going on, Ruby could hear the sound of Weiss's clothes being removed, then there was nothing for about fifteen seconds. It made her want to turn around and see what was wrong, even at the risk of being yelled at for glimpsing Weiss's nudity. At least she'd say something.

The sound of water being displaced quelled some of her fears, though she kept facing the door until she was sure Weiss had become fully submerged in the water. "You can turn around." She was surprised when she heard Weiss's voice, turning around due to that shock more than having been given permission to do so. Weiss was indeed hidden beneath the water, with the bubbles Ruby had added truly covering everything below the very top of her chest. Ruby headed back over to her, cautiously sitting down on the side of the tub.

"Is the water warm enough?" Weiss nodded, still not looking at Ruby. It wreaked havoc on her heart, but she just had to take a deep breath and not take it too personally. Weiss was obviously going through something, and she wasn't going to coax the truth out of her by being sad. So she sacked up and gently ran her fingers through Weiss's hair, hoping that she could inject some happiness into the otherwise-tense scenario. "Nice weather we're having, huh?"

"Hah." Weiss scoffed, subtly leaning into Ruby's hands. "Hardly." Well, at least she was saying words now. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing. Ruby kept stroking her hair, having a feeling that it was helping calm Weiss down somewhat. Well, it was either that or the bath. Or both. She wasn't being told to stop, at least. "Thank you, Ruby."

"Huh? For what?"

"For letting me in."

"I wasn't going to let you stand outside in the rain." Ruby laughed, untangling her fingers from Weiss's hair so she could stand up and look for a couple more towels that Weiss could use when she was done with her bath. There had at least been one more remaining after she raided the cabinet for them originally. Hopefully there was another one just in case. "You're always welcome in my house, Weiss."

"Huh..." Weiss hummed quietly, lifting a hand to slowly swirl the bubbles around her. Ruby came back with two towels, setting them nearby so they didn't get any water splashed on them. She felt her heart start to swell with hope as she sat down again, feeling like Weiss was getting closer to saying something about what was going on. How close, she couldn't be sure. There was something in the little she had said, though, and she just needed to figure out what it meant.

Things were mostly quiet for the rest of Weiss's bath. Once the bubbles started to fade out, that was around the time she was ready to come out and dry off. Ruby grabbed one of the towels and held it out for Weiss, turning the other way and closing her eyes. She heard the water starting to drain from the tub, then felt the towel being taken from her hands. Taking a few steps towards the door, she opened her eyes again and kept walking, making sure to avoid looking in the mirror. Her face felt a bit warm, but she tried to chalk it up to the room being heated up from the bath than the fact that Weiss was in that bath.

"You can turn around again." When she did, she nearly lost her breath. Weiss was still standing in the bathtub as the water drained around her, the towel she'd been given now tied around her body. It hugged her really well, and seeing her standing there like that nearly made Ruby overheat. She had to keep reminding herself that this was a serious situation, and she needed to be hyper-focused on helping Weiss through whatever she was going through. It was just sort of hard to fully concentrate on that when she was just standing there in a towel! And looking super good as well. 'Focus, Ruby, focus!' "Can you, uh, leave while I dry off?"

"Oh, yeah, yeah sure." She hastily tore her eyes away and stepped out of the bathroom, shutting the door and leaning against it. Sighing quietly, she lightly slapped her cheeks before starting to pace around the living room. This was finally her chance to try and burn off some of her worries. She really wanted to know what was going on, but she knew it wasn't the right time to ask. It made her wonder if she was even equipped to deal with whatever was happening. She wasn't much of a therapist or a problem solver. Yang, with her years of big sister experience, would be much more helpful. If only she was here and not sucking face with Blake...

She could do this, though! If she doubted herself now, she'd just be handicapping her chances right off the bat. Weiss needed her, and she was going to be there for her for as long as it took. Whatever she had to do to make her feel better, that's what she was going to do. She just needed to remember how Yang made her feel better whenever she was sad as a child. Not that she was going to treat Weiss like a child. She just figured it could help in some way. She hoped so, anyway.

"Uh, Ruby?" Weiss's voice made her stop pacing and turn back to the bathroom. She had stuck just her head out, eyes searching for Ruby. "My clothes are still wet. Do you have anything I can wear?" Crap, she'd forgotten all about that!

"I'm sorry! I'll get you something right now!" She raced off to her room, yanking open drawers to grab something for Weiss to wear. They weren't too different when it came to body type, so she figured most things she had would fit. She didn't spend too much time finding clothes, since she didn't want to keep Weiss waiting. A red 'Vale Raiders Athletic Club' t-shirt and a pair of black shorts seemed fine enough, at least for one night. She also grabbed a white bra and panties before running back to the bathroom. Holding them out, she smiled apologetically as Weiss opened the door more to grab the clothes offered to her. She had wrapped the towel around her body again, something noticeable for only a moment before the door was closed again. Once more, she had to wait out in the living room with nothing to do but worry and try to pep herself up to pep Weiss up.

When Weiss opened the door and came out, Ruby was struck by just how cute she looked in her clothing. It all seemed to fit her pretty well, but the fact that she was wearing Ruby's clothes specifically made it seem different. Now she understood why Yang always seemed so happy to see Blake wearing one of her nightshirts. It made her heart flutter in a way that was almost medically concerning.

She grabbed Weiss's wet clothes from the bathroom and took them to the laundry room, which she should've done in the first place. It'd kind of escaped her mind with all the worry and Weiss being all naked in her tub. Kind of hard to remember what she was supposed to do with all that going on. Thankfully things were finally getting done: the clothes were in the wash and a warmer Weiss had followed her into her bedroom. Now all that was left was the rest of the night. Time to see how that went.

"So, you can sleep on my bed tonight, and I can sleep in Yang's room, since she won't be here tonight. Or if you want me to stay with you, I can sleep on the floor. I have a sleeping bag in the garage, I think." They were both sitting together on Ruby's bed. Weiss was now looking at her, which was an improvement over her staring at the floor earlier.

"Absolutely not. You're not going to sleep on the floor. This is your room, after all." Weiss crossed her arms, staring at Ruby with an expression that told her there was no room for discussing. At least her stubbornness was back on display. She'd been worried about where that had gone.

"You're my guest, though, so you're not sleeping on the floor either. You wanna sleep in the same bed or something?"

"Yes. I would prefer that, actually." That made Ruby do a double take. She gawked at Weiss, half-expecting her to say that she was joking. Her serious expression never wavered, though. So she was being serious. Being allowed to touch Weiss was one thing, and that thing had taken quite an effort to happen. Sleeping in the same bed was a completely different animal. That was... really intimate.

"Really?" Ruby couldn't help but ask, being too surprised to say nothing. With the sad look that appeared on Weiss's face, she wished she had said nothing.

"I... don't want to sleep alone tonight." Say no more. Ruby moved over to hug Weiss, continuing to see the depths of how serious whatever had happened to her was. Otherwise she likely wouldn't have even thought to ask for this to happen. She had, though, and Ruby wasn't going to blow that chance.

"Then we'll sleep in the same bed. I'll be right here next to you if you need me. It'll be like a sleepover!" That got Weiss to laugh. It was a dry laugh, but it was a positive reaction in Ruby's book. Better still, it opened up the dialogue between them. It wasn't much, and there was no talk about what had happened to Weiss, but Ruby appreciated what she could get at this point. She was doing most of the talking, but she was willing to do whatever it took to take Weiss's mind off of what happened and onto something more lighthearted.

Eventually there was a lull in the conversation, and Ruby watched Weiss move over towards the window. She pulled up one of the blinds' flaps and looked outside, staring at the rain coming down. Ruby scooted over and grabbed the blinds' cord, opening them up so that they both could see the weather. Weiss didn't say anything, instead leaning against Ruby and watching the raindrops fall. They both sat there together in silence for a few minutes, with the sound of the storm acting as a likely soundtrack for whatever was going on inside Weiss's head.

"You said I was always welcome in your home earlier." She turned to look at Ruby, something flashing in her eyes that Ruby couldn't place. "Did you really mean that?"

"Of course! You've always been welcome here." Ruby smiled brightly, gently stroking Weiss's arm. "No matter where I live, you'll always be welcome there."

"I appreciate that. I really do." Weiss laid her head down on Ruby's shoulder and closed her eyes, listening to the rain and the sound of Ruby's soft breathing. "I wish I could stay here instead of going home. That place..." She sighed deeply, rubbing her left cheek. "It doesn't feel like a home anymore. Maybe it never did. It's just a house now." Her eyes fluttered opened, glancing up towards Ruby. "This place feels more like a home to me. You and your family have always treated me so wonderfully, even when I didn't deserve it."

"You could stay here if you wanted. I'm sure my dad wouldn't mind having you over more often." Ruby's stomach was churning at the thought of Weiss being that miserable at home. She'd known things weren't all that 'fairy tale'-like, but this sounded much worse. At the same time, she definitely wasn't opposed to Weiss spending more time over at her house. They'd be able to be in each other's company more often, which was never a bad thing. "And I bet Yang would like to have someone else to talk about haircare products or whatever." She laughed, running a hand through her short hair. "I'm not exactly Herman Li or anything."

"I can't do that, Ruby. As much as I want to... My family wouldn't allow it, and they would do everything they could to get me back. It'd just make more hassle for you and your family. That's the last thing I want." She lifted her head off of Ruby's shoulder and shuffled towards the window, staring out in the black. The streetlights were the only thing allowing true sight of the storm. For how roughly it was raging on, it was strangely comforting.

"Well, if your dad tries to take you home, then... then I'll punch him right in the nose!" For emphasis, Ruby made a quick jab at the air, making Weiss laugh. "He won't dare come around when I'm protecting you."

"While I appreciate the sentiment, I'd rather not become prison pen pals with you." She shook her head with a light smirk on her face, but it faded quickly as she came back to Ruby. "I know it can't happen, but... I'd like to pretend, just for tonight, that I can live here with you. I won't have to go back home, and I don't have to worry about anything." She closed her eyes again, a sudden heaviness overtaking them as she pressed herself against Ruby. "Can we pretend?"

"Sure, we can pretend." Ruby ran her hands down Weiss's back, an uncomfortable lump in her throat. She didn't want to pretend: she wanted it to be real. How incredible it would be to get to live with Weiss. It'd be much better than sending her home to whatever was awaiting her there. Weiss still hadn't elaborated on it, but it surely wasn't good. Knowing that she was going to have to let Weiss go and watch her head back there made her feel sick to her stomach. It made her feel like she was enabling something bad, but she didn't know what.

She didn't realize the silence wasn't intentional until she heard Weiss's quiet breathing. Looking down, she realized Weiss had fallen asleep. She smiled softly at the sight, noting how calm she looked in the throes of slumber. There weren't any of the lines on her face caused by annoyance or worry: it was as peaceful as she ever looked. She wished that she could make Weiss feel that peaceful every day. There was only so much she could do, though, and that made her feel like a failure.

Somehow, though, in some way, she'd help Weiss. At some point they'd both be out in the world, and there'd be nothing stopping them from living together. Then she'd always be able to protect Weiss from anything that wanted to harm her. If her family wanted to say something about it, then they'd have to go through her first. Gently kissing the top of Weiss's forehead, she whispered a promise to her sleeping form. A promise that she'd protect her from anything. That they'd live together someday, and that would be a home for her. A real home.

She promised that someday, they wouldn't have to pretend.

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hello! these types of questions are great don’t worry! everyones different but yeah, let me tell you about my writing process :) (this is a long ass writing rant and hopefully it’s helpful)

so for headcanons tbh, i just write them. like. i sit down and write it all in one go and tbh not much thought goes into them there isnt really a plot it’s just notes practically so headcanons for me are not difficult at all. fics/oneshots are where things actually heat up.

so for my fics i do note form outlines. what this means is i have all the major things that have to happen already lined out. i put it on a word doc on half my screen and the fic on the other and there’s no plan on how to get to each note point but i know i have to get there somehow, but having basic goals makes it easier for me.

when it comes to fics there’s usually a brainstorming process. i have two wonderful amazing loves of my absolute life @hereforlukescruff and @glitterprincelu and usually it will start with me saying an idea and we all just kind of start shooting ideas and bouncing off of each other. this process can take hours. like. i remember when i came up with gang luke (penumbra) i was in class and we ended up chatting about it for 3 hours and coming up with shit. when the main brainstorm is done i plot it all out. i have a few ocd tendencies, one of which is linear stuff means a lot to me. like i can’t start a fic at the end. i need to start at the start. so i’ll plan as much as i can but sometimes i stop at the middle and i re-evaluate once i get there and have a better sense as to where the story is going.

for me, characters are huge. like. i have the plot points but characters drive everything else. so i’ll often have a sit down and reevaluate what has happened to them and how they’re feeling and see if it’s all making sense for them, but, because i brainstorm a lot, usually i don’t end up changing much. strong characters are key my dudes.

my biggest motivator to get to the end of the story is well, the characters. i love them so much and writing for them feels so comforting to me. LOVE YOUR CHARACTERS. but also. something ya’ll gotta understand about me is that i’ve been writing fan fiction for 8 years. i’ve probably spent an average of 2 hours a day (and that’s seriously low balling it) so thats 2x365=730x8=5840 hours that i’ve written and that’s probably too low to be accurate. so i’m a writer. i type fast as fuck and i’ve been doing this a while so writing comes very easy to me, ideas are constantly flowing. this is legit what im pursuing as a job so don’t be discouraged if you can’t write 10k in a day like I do because... well, i’ve had a fuck ton of practice. writing 10k in a day is pretty common for me i’d say, once i sit down with a oneshot i don’t want to leave until it’s done.

but. i also again, have a bit of an ocd thing and when it’s paired with anxiety, it makes it hard for me to stop. i need to get things done. to check stuff off my list. or i get bored. if i leave a fic for even a day or two, it’s likely i’m not gonna finish it. so for me, and i know this, its important to wait until i have a sufficient amount of time to bust something out and a plan makes it so easy because i don’t have to stop and ask myself “okay now what”

what more can i say about writing.... uh... characters. so important. dialogue. key.

like i’ll start a fic with a general idea about an OC but as the fic continues they grow and i really enjoy watching them grow. i think a good rule of thumb if you’re having troubles with this is immerse the story view point in the most solid character you have (i’ll give an example of this in a moment) and use their perspective and musings on a different character, like what they notice, to promote growth.

example of what i mean when i say this. i recently wrote prince cal and from the start, he was my strong character. Ostara was new, she’s ashton’s sister, she’s back for the first time in a while. the very first paragraph establishes that calum is taken aback by how much she’s changed. there’s still some similarities to how she was growing up and i weave that comfort of the known throughout the story (with things like chicken fights in the pool or musing about how they used to play hide and seek as kids) but from the start, Calum is knocked off his feet by how beautiful she’s gotten and that’s a very obvious symbol of change, not just outside but in. so as the fic continues calum notices things about ostara. for example. the second time i wrote she was wearing a print of some sort, calum and i both mutually realized, ‘huh. she likes prints i guess.’ because ostara is ostara, i dont control her, in my brain she’s her own person, she’s dictating whats happening and baby just likes prints. and calum notices which says something about him, but its also little details like that that bring these characters to life.

i mean. i don’t know how other people write characters. my characters are always alive to me. they have their own voice and knowing their reaction to things is second nature to me. but this can be attributed to the fact that i legit wrote fan fiction about actual characters (MCU, TVD, Teen Wolf, etc...) for 6 years and being able to step into those characters and do dialogue that seemed legit was the most important thing for me. so i have a FUCK TON of experience on characters. so once again, if its hard for you to step into your characters thats okay. maybe do those things where you have a fill in the blank sheet on whats their fav food, their fav colour, do they like summer or winter? etc....

i think there isnt one way to write. i think i’m blessed that i’ve ALWAYS been a writer. since i was like 4. you know in elementary when they made you write and they’d give you those little booklets and shit? other kids had like one or two at most but this whore was always on book number 6 or 7 like, im a writer. it’s what i am. it always has been what i am.

im also a multitasker. so most of my writing is done while watching shows. which means its a double whammy for me. like. im learning about characters and plot WHILE writing so... as you can see, i’m hard core as fuck about this shit.

my point is. my process is a process that i think is pretty particular to me. most people i know cant watch tv and write at the same time. most people don’t sit down and bust out 10k in one sitting. and thats fine. if you enjoy writing then do it. focus on what you can be doing better, this isnt a competition. at the end of the day, the only person you should be trying to be better than is the person you were yesterday, or last week, you know?

find people who are creatively inclined because holy shit it makes a huge difference. bouncing ideas off of supportive people is really important. without my friends, Birdie in Penumbra might be named Cherry, the Gang AU wouldn’t have an ending all planned out and ready to be written, and i would have missed out on so many hours of face time calls and back and fourth messages with two of the most important people in my life right now.

so lets break down what the fuck i’m even saying

-find supportive people (but it’s important you support them as well. if they’re gonna let you throw ideas at them and help you out and pump you up, reciprocate hoe)

-focus on yourself

-find what you’re good at. plots? characters? dialogue?

-find ways to strengthen the things you’re not so good at (character fill in sheets, plot planning, etc...)

-find what, at the end of the day, really works for you

-don’t put pressure on yourself. writing is for fun. it should be fun. and if it is fun, i think motivation will come easy? but i could be wrong, once again, i have an addictive personality and writing is a fix i need every day or i go insane.

yeah. if ya’ll have any more writing questions let me know. i love answering these because i think it’s so interesting to really look at the process :)

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