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whyse7vn · 7 months

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nudes? -

[ ot7 x reader ]

SEOKJIN -

jin: you’re so special

i wish i was special

y/n: r u flirting with me

jin: yeah

y/n: never do it again

jin: sorry

i’m a creep

i’m a weirdo

y/n: it’s true

jin: yeah :/

y/n: i thought you hated radiohead

jin: not today

they speak for me ❤️

y/n: ok

jin: do you miss me be honest

y/n: you don’t want my honesty right now

jin: ur right you know me so well

i’m in a vulnerable state rn

y/n: yeah

jin: so that’s why i’m gonna humbly ask you to send nudes

y/n:

you rn

jin: STOP

NO ITS NOT

PLEASE STOP

y/n: *sighs looks left looks right* idk if i can send you anything jin

jin: stop 😕

y/n: roleplay with me if you want to see some ass pretty boy 🙈🙈🙈🙈

jin: *looks up at you with pleading eyes* p-please

y/n: *pats you on head looks conflicted* i really shouldn’t jinnie

jin: *tears slowly flow out my eyes* PLEASE

*kneels and hugs ur legs now sobbing*

y/n: fucking crybaby bitch *pulls out a gun and empties the whole clip into ur head while reciting jjk chapter 236*

jin: okay wtf

y/n: sorry i was getting into it

jin: that was you into it?

y/n: yeah?

jin: okay

y/n: yeah shut the fuck up you little ant carrying the stupid little bag on a stick

jin: i’m sorry

y/n: know ur place

u little slut

jin: i am NOT roleplaying with you again

y/n: k bye.

jin: ….

…………..

y/n: i said BYE

jin: *whimpers*

y/n: LMAOOOO UR A FREAKKKKK

jin: i can’t believe you made me do that

y/n: didn’t make you do anything

you did that all willingly

u fr wasn’t lying when you said ur a weirdo man

jin: whatever

y/n: miss u xx

6 images sent

NAMJOON -

y/n: no joon but i’m saying what the fuck is a naevis

like i thought it was the fandom name but turns out ITS NOT

WHAT IS NAEVIS

like wdym they said “naevis we love you” and it’s not the fans

WHO IS IT JOON WHO

don’t get me wrong i love aespa like down to the ground but tf are you guys talking about who is is the naevis and do we need to fight

namjoon: i get you baby

y/n: i knew you would understand

you’re the only one i have in this world

me and joon against the world

we’re so cute

namjoom: the cutest!

y/n: WAIT BABE CUZ U SPILLED

WE ARE THE CUTEST WE ARE

BEST COUPLE

like no joke we are like what people dream about

wow joon ur smart

what did you eat today

namjoon: toast baby

it’s 9 in the morning

y/n: ok what is naevis tho

please stay on track

do u know joon?

namjoon: not sure baby

y/n: ok wtf is wrong with you

it feels like ur here but not here

and where are all ur stupid little dad emojis

where is the namjoon i know

namjoon: sorry baby

y/n: ok and you’ve called me baby like how many times??

you only say that when u wanna fuck lmao

OH MYGOD KIM NAMJOON

U NASTY BITCH

WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING

ARE YOU A FREAK

OMYGODFC

namjoon: baby :(

y/n: UR SICK UR SO SICK

namjoon: not doing anything i promise

y/n: I DO NOT BELIVE YOU

namjoon: i’m not a pervert

and i would never lie to you

you know that

y/n: hehehehehe

don’t you know that to me

what if i don’t know joon

heheheh

just imagined you saying that

you know that >:-|

with ur silly little srs face

that little face was u by the way

anyways

you will NOT seduce me

namjoon: ok

y/n: ok

namjoon: ok

y/n: ok

namjoon: ok

y/n: ok

namjoon: send me nudes pretty

y/n: wow namjoons a whore guys

namjoon: guys?

who are you talking to

y/n: i can’t take this

HEHHE I AM BLUSHING THO HEHEHDH

you’ve changed joon….

namjoon: sorry? idk what to say baby

it feels like i’m taking to like 4 people at once

y/n: UR WHAT????

namjoon: baby stop being silly

y/n: silly?

silly is such a silly word

heheheh

like ur soooo silly

isn’t that silly joon

namjoon: stop saying silly

y/n: can’t help being the naturally silly girl i am joon like i’m just silly i was born like this

namjoon: i’m wearing my glasses btw

y/n: oh?

namjoon: yeah baby

y/n: what was it that u wanted joon >.<

JUNGKOOK -

jungkook: babe can i try something please

y/n: no

jungkook: good girl

y/n: ???

jungkook: was that nice?

y/n: no

jungkok: ok then

y/n: was that it?

jungkook: should i end my life

y/n: let me think about it

jungkook: ok

babe

y/n: yeah

jungkook: do you you ever feel really exposed to the dinosaurs?

y/n: what?

jungkook: i feel so exposed to them

y/n: what does that mean

jungkook: they know me

but like

it’s too much

they know too much

y/n: they are dead

jungkook: ok

i’m sorry

y/n: are you ok?

jungkook: i wish i was born as a little potato

so i could be put into a soup or something

or maybe i would be made into a little mcdonalds fry

y/n: what are you going on about

jungkook: babe

time is an illusion

you have to get it before it gets you

y/n: jungkook what do you actually want rn

jungkook: i love speaking to you

can i not speak to you

y/n: what do you want from me

jungkook: so like

y/n: so like????

jungkook: canyouplssendmenudes

y/n: is that it?

jungkook: i love you

y/n: 4 images sent

jungkook: i could cry

y/n: please don’t

jungkook: love my life

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

do you miss me as much as i miss you

home soon babe 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

ur so pretty

i want to peel off ur skin and suck on ur bones

y/n: what the hell

jungkook: can i?

y/n: could u just not say i’m hot and move on please

jungkook: ur HOT

HOT AF BABE

HOTTIE

HOT AHHH

SPICY HOT

TOO HOT TO HANDLE AHH

BURNING I AM

TOOOOOO HOOOT

y/n: enough

jungkook: sorry

HOSEOK -

hobi:

y/n: not reading all of that sorry for your loss or congratulations idk

hobi: fair enough

y/n: yeah

hobi: ok send ur nudes rn

i’ll rate them 1-10

y/n: that makes me want to throw up

hobi: don’t even stress it’s gonna be a 10

i just like the edge it gives you when u know ur being judged

makes u panic so you get creative

y/n: that sounds toxic as hell???

hobi: probably is idk

y/n: let’s break up

hobi: nooo my creative girl don’t go 😢

y/n: going

hobi: can you call me daddy like once

y/n: you are out of ur mind

hobi: it’ll probably be really hot

y/n: we have done this once already hoseok

you literally threw up after i said it

hobi: ok i was young then

it wasn’t right calling a young man like me daddy

but i’ve grown now pls

y/n: it was 2 months ago

hobi: my love i’ve grown honestly 🙏🏻

y/n: can you leave me alone

hobi: kk send me pics tho xx

y/n: xx?

hobi: i kissed you

yk to be nice?

don’t tell me you want a hug too

i spoil you too much

xxoooxxxoo

y/n: i will kill you

hobi: ok but be honest was this a good attempt

y/n: this was ur worst by far

ur getting desperate babe and it’s showing

hobi: IVE BEEN DESPERATE SINCE THE MORNING

pls pls pls pls pls pls PLEASE SEND ME NUDES PLEASE

y/n: yawn the begging is getting boring

hobi: FUCK U

i’ll be back in 5

need thinking time

y/n: did you just send me money?

hobi: no?

y/n: ?

hobi: yeah :/

y/n: this is getting sad

2 images sent

hobi: god is good amen 🙏🏻

YOONGI -

yoongi: can you

y/n: can you

yoongi: i can

y/n: you can

yoongi: yeah

y/n: that’s crazy

yoongi: not really

but pls can you

y/n: it’s really crazy yoongi

yoongi: i’m telling you it’s not

y/n: it is

yoongi: why

y/n: why?

yoongi: yeah that’s what i asked

y/n: the fact that you have to ask why is even crazier

yoongi: it is?

y/n: it is.

yoongi: oh

y/n: i hope ur ashamed of yourself

yoongi: but you normally can

y/n: ok?

yoongi: ok?

y/n: people change

yoongi: clearly

y/n: are you trying to fight me rn

yoongi: kinda

y/n: typical

yoongi: but like

y/n: but like?

yoongi: a fight but kinda different yk?

y/n: ur not right

yoongi: :/

y/n: yoongi

yoongi: yeah

y/n: can i be honest

yoongi: you can

y/n: i have no idea what we are taking about

yoongi: what

y/n: what

yoongi: we are supposed to be on the same page

y/n: i’m like 15 pages ahead rn

yoongi: no

you are 15 pages behind

y/n: pretty sure i’m ahead but whatever

yoongi: i’m telling you you’re not

y/n: it’s okay to be wrong sometimes babe

yoongi: ok

y/n: so proud of you

love when you learn new things

yoongi in his acceptance era ❤️❤️

yoongi: send me nudes

y/n: OMGGGG

yoongi also in his slut era

yoongi: whatever send pls

y/n: i even got a please i must be dreaming wow

yoongi: it was a pls

so it holds less value than a please

y/n: wow ur not acting like you want these nudes

yoongi: please :3

y/n: OMG THE FAMOUS YOONGI CAT FACE

best day ever

yoongi: fr best day ever!!

y/n: wow that’s scary never speak like me again

yoongi: i won’t

that made me physically ill

y/n: good

anyways beg me one more time please ;)

yoongi: you naked now please

y/n: um

are you telling me or asking me

that one felt very conflicting

yoongi: why are we still talking

y/n: maybe because we are deeply in love idk

yoongi: nude 4 nude

y/n: SAY LESS

4 images sent

JIMIN -

jimin: send nudes?

y/n: are u fr? not even a hi?

jimin: hi

send nudes?

y/n: no

how about u send me a stack

jimin: i can do that

lowkey prostitution but i can still do that

y/n: that was not in exchange for nudes btw

jimin: LAME

i support sex work

y/n: you just shamed prostitution

jimin: i did not

y/n: leave alone

jimin: can you not be emo rn please omg

i just want nudes

so i can put it on my onlyfans

y/n: ur what?

jimin: onlyfans

y/n: since when do you have an onlyfans?

jimin: i’m building a life for us babe ❤️

y/n: you are an idol

jimin: ok?

can i not share my ALL goods with with the world?

y/n: ur goods?

u asked ME for nudes

jimin: are you not mine?

y/n: no?

jimin: ok wrong answer but i get it feminism and stuff

stand ur ground queen 🙏🏻❤️

y/n: do not uplift me rn

jimin: sorry i can’t help it praise shesus!!!!!

y/n: go away

jimin: ok

let’s make some content babydoll

y/n: baby what?

jimin: think my first post should be feet pics

y/n: no

jimin: ur right they probably would want a full body pic first

y/n: can you actually go away

jimin: i can’t

i belong with you

my soul itches when we are apart

y/n: idc!

ur a freak say away

jimin: :p

y/n: 🖕🏽

jimin: ok nudes now

jimin sent 3 pictures

for you queen

y/n: gross

jimin: don’t lie

it’s a good angle no?

y/n: no

2 images sent

now leave me alone

TAEHYUNG -

y/n: bring me back cookies pls

taehyung: babe i’m feeling miscovus idk if i can

y/n: what?

taehyung: miscivous

miceovus

movovius

THIS IS ME RN!!!

y/n: cookies yes or no

taehyung: ok but u pay for them

y/n: this would go crazy in the gc

but ok

check ur bank account

taehyung: ummm wtf

that was not what i meant

y/n: ?

taehyung: i told you i’m feeling miscovus

y/n: mischievous?

taehyung: ok show off

but yeah i’m feeling this micovus vibe rn

y/n: how have you spelt it wrong again?

taehyung: send me ur boobs

y/n: woah

taehyung: that is exactly what i will say when i see ur boobs on my screen

y/n: u make me sick

taehyung: woof woof meow pls send bae

y/n: was that necessary

taehyung: probably not but i’m feeling the vibes rn

y/n: that’s gross

never say that again

taehyung: it’s the truth tho venus in retrograde and ur boobs need to be on my screen

the universes is giving the the vibes

777

222

333

1066

y/n: 1066?

taehyung: the battle of hastings?

y/n: what?

taehyung: no babe why did mother earth literally just call me rn and say ur seeing it boobs rn would balance my infinity stones 😭

y/n: my head hurts

so bad

taehyung: i’m so upset for u fr but

can you balance me

oh pls oh pls

y/n: if i don’t get my fucking cookies after this i’m gonna be so mad

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taehyung: hehehehehehhehehehehehehe

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nochuelinha · 1 month

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Chapter 12: Je Te Veux

Being with Edward was like experiencing the most divine flavor of happiness, his lips were soft and demanding on mine. Being kissed by him was among my favorite things now. He pulled away and rested his forehead against mine, I didn't open my eyes, afraid it might be some trick played by my fertile imagination.

I felt his hands caress my cheeks, I melted under his delicate touch, his smell was minty and comforting, I recognized the fragrance I had given him as a gift. I felt his hand on my waist now pulling me closer. My hands were on his chest now.

___ Be mine - his melodious voice whispered in my ear. I shivered, I opened my eyes and if I was already in love, the way he looked at me swept me away completely, it was gentle and sweet, but I could distinguish a fire there, he was more alive than ever - Give me the honor of being yours, I want to spend all my days by your side, I don't know what kind of charms you've used to keep me in your hands like this, but please, don't leave me now - I lifted my feet and gave him a peck. He smiled beautifully, he has the beauty of the gods.

___ Please tell me I'm not dreaming - he kissed my forehead, we are cold, but I have never felt as much warmth as I am feeling now, with every stroke of his hands on me, it's like embers are left behind.

___ Darling, vampires don't sleep - his good humor made me relax. I don't know how long I waited for this moment, maybe since I heard his voice telling me everything would be okay, long ago, when I didn't even have the idea that I would live, that I would have a family, a home, and now love.

___ Thank you for saving me - I whispered.

___ It was you who saved me, from lonely days, from the growing darkness - he paused - You don't know, but of all the people in the world, I don't deserve you, and I fought to set you free, in the end, I let my selfishness and desire for you take the best of me. Even if the world ends in ice or fire, I'll be here for you, with you, if that's what you desire, I'll spend eternity by your side - he took me in his arms and laid us side by side on my bed, I leaned closer to him and buried my head in his neck - I want to be your friend, but also your lover, I love you with my soul, I could never feel any other way, from the first time I saw you, even though I denied it, you had already left me at your feet - his voice was so soft and sweet, do I really deserve him?

___ I've never had such a great perception of what loving feelings are, brotherhood has always suited me - I paused - But for you, I've saved all the love I possess, every minute, every hour, from now on and forever, I'll be yours.

We stayed there for some time, I relaxed in his arms, this is where I belong now, where I should stay. Soft music was playing, making the atmosphere more intimate and comfortable. He stroked my head, occasionally kissing my forehead, we were just affection and love. We heard shouting downstairs, we were pulled out of our bubble, we went down together, Jacob was kneeling on the floor, in tears, he looked at Edward and me, holding hands, and closed his eyes, he was suffering so much, it was heart-wrenching, Alice went to him, tried to lift him, but nothing happened.

___ Why doesn't she understand that she's the reason I have to live, her indifference is going to kill me - he lifted his tear-filled eyes - You can't make her happy, so that at least I can live peacefully, even if it's not by your side, please, please save her from herself, I can't bear to see her unhappy - his voice was broken and hoarse, how much he had already cried. I went to him and knelt in front of him, looked into his eyes.

___ Calm down and ease your heart - my voice was gentle, his eyes relaxed and the weight his body carried seemed to have been lifted - If Bella doesn't respect your feelings and treats you the way she wants, she doesn't deserve your pleas and even less your love - I sat on the floor and he mirrored my gesture - You know, I've read about your legends, I know a little about your special condition, I also know that you've loved her since childhood, maybe that has clouded your mind, I don't think the one chosen for you would make you suffer so much, ask the elders, have you ever seen them begging for their beloved to stay or for another person - his face twisted in pure agony, he understood everything I meant, thick tears streamed down his face. Esme arrived with a cup of chamomile tea, I offered it to him, and he accepted, even Rosalie was touched by the situation, she was the one who tried to lift him once more, he stood up this time, full of gratitude he left, the rain came and fell on him melancholically. Edward helped me up, hugging me.

___ You're an angel, you know - I smiled, after going through so many moments alone, where there was no one to offer me support, to dry tears in the darkness of an empty place, I can't refuse a friend's shoulder, some kind of comfort that soothes the soul, because that's what I sought for a long time.

#edward cullen #edward cullen x oc #the cullens #jacob black #sad thoughts #romance #lovers #alice cullen #esme cullen #rosalie hale #when the stars fall #fanfic

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pinkrecord-archived · 3 years

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𝙿𝙷𝙾𝚃𝙾𝚂 𝙵𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳 𝙾𝙵 𝙶𝚁𝙸𝙼 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙿𝙴𝚁: featuring @beansi.

#* 🌱 ﹐ ﹙ in character ﹚ grim r.#* 🌱 ﹐ ﹙ ships ﹚ caragh / i kneel into a dream where i am good & i am loved.#beansi #* 🌱 ﹐ ﹙ out ﹚ my edits.

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hiraya-rawr · 2 years

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Ayoooo!! I-I love your "looking for your favourites in SAGAU" aaaa And I can't stop thinking about Kazuha, Kaeya, Diluc and Albedo!!😭

looking for your favorites (kazuha, diluc)

note: Glad you mentioned this because I can't stop thinking of scenarios too 😭 Diluc and Kaeya may be high authority figures, but what if they put creator!MC on such high reverence that it seems like only archons or the president-equivalent in their nations are allowed to face you personally? But there you are, popping up and personally going out to meet/help them. More brainrots:

contains: bordering bimbo/himbo reader? head empty. just love for characters.

based on this sagau work (Thoma, Xiao, Zhongli)

Kazuha

"Your holiness, he's- he's a criminal wanted by the Shogunate army!" Kujou Sara tries to explain. You were sitting by the port, feet in the water, waiting for a rather large ship to dock in place.

"Mhmm!" You nod along, kicking the water around.

"Then why are you waiting for him?" She asked exasperated at your behavior.

"Ah! There's no time to waste, the ship has docked! Come on, let's go!" You stand up to rush to the bustling crowd of crew bringing down their goods, leaving Sara behind struggling to catch up. Thank archons you agreed to wear a cloak.

"Kazuhaaaa!"

The ronin turns away from his chat with Beidou to the sound of your voice, his mouth slightly agape.

"The winds told me to be wary but I wasn't quite expecting this," He mutters to the captain as they both blink at your approaching form.

"Tell me, Kazuha, am I dreaming or is that their divine Holiness?"

"Kazuha!" You're an arms reach away when the platinum blonde realizes he has to drop to a bow. A bow which never really happened as you decided to glomp him into a hug instead.

"Aaah just as I thought, you do smell like maple leaves and the sea!"

He's not quite sure what to do with this information, nor does he know what to do with your form pressing up against him in a full body hug. Also, what he smells like maple leaves? Beidou is the first to snap out of the initial shock, lowering her head in greeting before facing you.

"The Crux is honored to have the divine creator on board! And it seems you've taken a liking to one of our crew as well," She chuckles heartily before patting Kazuha's back. The ronin looks at her, still unsure of how to react.

"Kazuha, hug me back!" You pout at him and he blinks. A realization settles in his mind, you were quite different from what he expected, but he didn't dislike it at all. He smiles as his arms wrap around your waist— yeah, a hug sounds nice.

"Your holiness, he's a criminal!" You hear Sara, finally catching up to you.

"Doesn't that make him even cooler?"

Head empty. Just Kazuha behind your eyes.

Diluc

Nearly drops a glass when he sees you sitting on one of the bar high chairs, cloak over your head and excited glimmer in your eyes.

"Y-your holiness?"

Snaps out of it realizing that the most divine and revered being of Teyvat is sitting in a place full of drunkards and alcohol spills. It's nearing midnight and the chaos of the place reflects on Diluc's exhausted appearance. Why in archon's name are you here??

"To order a drink, of course! I heard from Venti that it's your shift, so..." You say it like it's obvious and he didn't realize how he asked that out loud, "One apple cider please!"

"If you don't mind me asking, where's your entourage? Shouldn't there be an archon guarding you?" Poor Diluc, doesn't quite know if he should kneel or apologize, which would definitely attract the attention of other bar goers. Worship and drunkards dont go well together.

"Well... I suppose Zhongli was watching me but I figured it'll be okay," You smile sheepishly and he's baffled because this is not okay and it's highly dangerous-

"Besides," You continue, leaning close and voice lowering to a whisper, "Wouldn't the safest place in Mondstadt be right next to the darknight hero?"

Cue Diluc's face turning the same shade as his hair. He isn't quite sure if it's the embarrassing nickname or your careless reasoning to approach him.

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note: may or may not continue with the other characters: depends if i find inspiration for them so that all the scenarios are unique :) this seemed a bit rush so i hope it's okay

#genshin #genshin fluff #genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin hcs #genshin fanfic #diluc #genshin diluc #kazuha #genshin kazuha #diluc x reader #kazuha x reader #SAGAU #genshin sagau #imposter au #genshin cult au #genshin x reader #self aware genshin

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angellissy · 3 years

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Hey :) I’ve never requested anything before so I’m sorry if i do it wrong hahah

But could I request something where instead of ward faking his death it’s rafe who has to do it and none of the pouges know about your relationship until it’s you crying in the dock instead of Sarah. And when you and the piggies go on the “rescue” mission to get Sarah off of the boat you see rafe and eventually end up staying with him and leaving your friends

I’m sorry if this is really long xx thank you for taking the time to read my request

R E A C H I N G F O R T H E S U R F A C E

SEASON TWO SPOILERS!

rafe Cameron x Reader

warnings: angst with a big a, canon rafe (maybe a bit softer), toxic relationship, rafe playing the victim card, death and talks of suicide.

a/n: I feel like it is of importance that I tell you all that I have done everything in my power not to romanticize the rafe cameron character and if I have then please kindly let me know because sometimes it can be hard. However I still need to say that I am writing through the eyes of the “reader” who very much still cares for this boy, which also means that the way the reader deals with things might not have been your way. If any more warnings should be included in the beginning, feel free to let me know. I hope you enjoy this fic which I am actually very proud of. A big thanks to @snkkat who is my proof reading buddy. Also thanks for sending in the request, I LOVED writing it! <3

They say that when you die your life flashes before your eyes, but how about when you watch someone else die? For as you watched him die, the life and moments the two of you had shared flashed before your eyes like a string of reminders of a life and love lost. It felt as if there was no air for you to breathe, you weren’t even sure how long it had been since you managed to take a full breath. Your mind was running in circles, trying to grasp what had just occurred, replaying the scene over and over again until you were not even sure what reality you were in. With a hammering heart and a split soul, you were kneeling on the dock, just minutes after watching your first love take his own life. You could not even remember how you had gotten out here in the first place, you just wished that you would have stayed behind as all your friends rushed toward a disaster in waiting. Perhaps that would have spared you some of the heartbreak, spared you from hearing him scream that he loved you one last time, spared you from seeing his boat go up in flames. But no, you were sure that for as long as you lived, you would see that blazing inferno whenever you closed your eyes.

There were arms around you, an attempt to soothe your shaking body, it only made you feel more trapped in a memory you would never escape. Those arms lifted you up and suddenly you were walking, mixed in all the anger and sadness there was a surprise that your body was even able to function. It felt as if you were outside of your body watching everything occur, you watched as Kiara and JJ helped you sit down on a sofa and as they draped a blanket over your shoulders. You watched it unfold, but you couldn’t feel it and there was no way that you would be able to respond to their worried questions. Instead, you were stuck in a mind that replayed everything Rafe had ever said or done to you as if that somehow could manifest him back to life. That stuck-up boy with the golden hair had been your first boyfriend, complicated as the relationship may have been, it had been the first time you ever experienced something close to love. Just days ago you had stood before him, tears in your eyes and heart in your throat as you called the relationship off. For a very long time, he had not been the boy you fell for, but rather a ghost of who he once was. Where he had once been sweet and tender with you, there had only been cold stares and words sharp enough to cut through ice. You were not oblivious to the fact that he struggled with issues you could never comprehend, but you refused to be an accomplice in his undoing. Time after time you had tried to be the person he could cling to when the world sat heavily upon his shoulders, but you soon realized that love and affection could not solve all problems. Oh, and you had loved him so much that you would have done anything for him to smile at you the way he had when he uttered those big three words for the first time. He had watched you with eyes that held so much adoration that you thought that they would never dim, that they would shine brighter for each time his eyes found yours. But eventually, they had dulled, and so you had realized that you would not sacrifice yourself no matter how much you cared for him. It did not matter that you had called things off with him or that you had decided to leave him in order to save yourself, for the knowledge that he was actually gone made it feel like someone was clawing at your heart and trying to rip it apart. It felt like no time in the world would be able to heal the pain in your chest or dry the tears falling from your eyes.

Time was indeed a funny thing, how seconds turned into minutes and how then those minutes became hours. Hours that you spent reminiscing over a life you thought you had given up before it was lost forever. You clung to the memories of him as if they were the lifebuoy keeping an anchor from pulling you down in a sea made up of your own sorrow. You knew that you were staying in your own made-up memories of a relationship with more bad times than good, but a part of you felt that you could not grieve the person he had become. For he had been vile and horrid, and if you acknowledged that, you would feel guilty for the sadness overwhelming you. So yes, you stayed in your made-up reality and wept for the boy that could have been. As hours turned into days, your friends made every effort to comfort you and try to get you out of the room that had become your place of mourning. Their tries aggravated you, for they did not understand the feelings rushing through your body at such speed it made you lightheaded. Each one of them had hated Rafe Cameron with at least one bone in their body and you knew how some of them had looked the day he died as if they were content that he was finally gone. Relieved that he could no longer plague them with taunts and threats that might have become reality was it not for his passing. You might have understood this, had it not been for the grief and guilt plaguing every bone in your body.

As days turned into weeks, you eventually came to appreciate their efforts to help you. It was like your vision was starting to clear and you could finally start trying to live your life again, and the first step to doing that was always to surround yourself with people that made you roar with laughter. Their ventures to try and find the Cross of Santo Domingo, were helpful, to say the least. Those adventures were as distracting as they were terrifying since the outcome was never given. Your mixed friend group of pogues and kooks had actually found that damn cross as well. Who would have thought that a bunch of high school kids would be able to find a historic relic? The answer would have been no one, and that is why you don’t underestimate kids with no limits. The cross had been in your grasp until a greedy and manipulative Ward Cameron came along and grabbed it. Ever since that particular happening, things started going south fast and it all ended up with Sarah being kidnapped by her own guardians. It also ended up with the rest of you stowed away like cargo on the ship she was on. While John B and Pope carried out their plan to find Sarah and the famous cross, you, JJ, and Kie sweated from every pore as you waited to hear from them. You had zoned out, staring mindlessly into one of the walls of the container, in the background you could hear your two friends talk about their dreams for the future. Something about going on several surfing trips at various destinations with each other, and that part made your heart ache. Sure, after everything he had done, a future with Rafe had not been one of your dreams. Still, as you listened to your friends talk, you could only remember a time where he had been everything you wanted in life. You pressed your palms upon your face as if you somehow could force every memory of him to remain in that little part of your brain where you were hoping they would become forgotten. A loud clank dragged you out of your thoughts and you looked up just in time to see Pope and John B climb in through that small window opening, followed by a woman you had never ever seen. Shortly after that, problems started to arise and soon all of you were scrambling out of the container in hopes of not being detected by the workers on the boat. They were in obvious search of all of you, which made you sweat even more than you had done inside the container. All of you received different plans on how to tackle the situation, yours was to act as a lookout for John B as he searched for Sarah.

You followed him down to what you could only assume was the boiler room since steam was thick in the air and you took your place by the door as he ventured further down. His desperate cries for Sarah echoed through the room and you dearly wished for a response to be heard, but there was nothing except the sound of his shoes against the floor. Thump, thump, thump and then utter silence until John B utters a name that made it feel as if the floor was pulled away from under your feet.

“Rafe.”

One of your hands finds the doorframe, a poor attempt to steady yourself as you try to figure out if this is a trick played by your grieving mind. You take a few breaths and as the silence is once again interrupted by two raised voices, you follow John B’s path down into the room. The heart in your chest is beating so hard that it feels like you are going to throw up, and it only gets worse the nearer you come. At first, you only see your friend, but then you look past him

and

your

heart

stops.

Rafe Cameron had died in front of your very eyes, so either the gods were playing a nasty cruel joke or you had lost the battle with your mind. You shut your eyes just to open them again, and no matter how many times you did it, he still remained. What happened next was a bit peculiar to you, for weeks you had drowned in grief where sadness was the constant emotion, but as you looked him in the eye and saw that he was very much alive, rage and anger crushed into you with the force of a thousand waves. You stepped toward him, only for an arm to shoot out to stop you, and John B added to his gesture by saying “Don’t”. Laughter bubbled in your throat, for who was he to tell you what you could or could not say to your “dead” ex-boyfriend who seemed to never stop causing you grief.

“Find Sarah.” John B hesitated for a few moments before following your unspoken order to leave you and Rafe alone. It wasn’t surprising considering that his worry for Sarah would always overpower anything else. Once again you looked into Rafe’s blue eyes, remembering a time when you used to stare in them for so long you would see specks of green and grey. Had you searched for those colors now, you would probably have found them. However, you were trying to decipher whatever feeling that was shining in them, was it anger? No, his other features were too soft for that and the hand holding his weapon had gone slack as he watched you. Maybe it was relief? No that was not it either, for why would he be relieved to see you? You were not the one who had died and left the other behind. You stepped even closer to him, the simmering anger inside of your veins made your hands shake and he looked at them briefly as if he wanted to take them in his. Your hands clenched into fists and you watched as his shoulders dropped the tiniest bit, and suddenly you knew exactly what was shining in his eyes.

Love, and sadness. Your heart started to speed up again, and you knew that once you opened your mouth, the anger and grief that had become part of you, would tumble out in words that you would never be able to take back. But he had done something much worse, so he would listen, you would make sure of it. Your lips parted slightly and he must have seen it for his words came first.

“I- fuck I am sorry okay? But I had to do it, you wouldn’t understand but I had to do it, it was the best for everyone.” As he says this you can’t help the sound that slips through your lips, it was supposed to be a laugh but it sounds more like a sob. His eyes flicker between you and everything else in the room as if there was anything in here that could save him for this conversation. You move your hands toward your chest and his eyes watch as you press them hard against your chest, against the heart that won’t stop breaking.

“Best for everyone?” Your voice is the combination of a whisper and a ragged breath “Did you have my best interest in mind when you let me believe you had blown yourself up?” He winces and makes an attempt to say something but you hold up a hand to stop him. “Did it ever occur to you how your little stunt would affect the one person who still, despite everything, loved you?” This time, your voice has started to rise towards something like a scream, and how could you not scream when there is so much sadness inside of you that it felt like just looking at him would turn your body into a pool of water.

“You broke up with me, so don’t start acting like a victim where you aren’t one.” His features are starting to morph into those he carries when anger overcomes him, but you will not back away from this. Your hands are in your hair, pulling at it as if that would help you make sense of this situation. “You broke my heart long before I broke yours.” You can’t help the way your voice breaks or the tears that start falling from your eyes.“You needed and still need help and until you receive that help, you are prone to hurt anyone in your vicinity.” Now it is his turn to drag his hands through his hair and his breaths come faster and faster until you realize that he is starting to hyperventilate. He sinks to the floor and you follow, not sure how to help when it feels like his state is mirroring your own. With cautious movements, you place your hands on his shoulders, and the shaking of his body sends trembles throughout yours. For a while nothing happens, you just sit there with your hands on his body and watch him fall apart. Perhaps you should have been glad that he was suffering, after everything he had done to you he deserved it. But you couldn’t feel anything other than anguish and as a sob escaped his body every restraint you had kept on yourself broke and you hugged him towards your chest. You could never save him, but he clung to you as if you had the power to undo every wrong he had ever done. After a while, he looks up at your tear-streaked face and one of his hands reaches up to cup it. You want to look away because you can see everything in those eyes of his, every regret and every wish he has ever had. His forehead leans towards you and you feel his hot breath against your skin. As you breathe in the scent of cologne and feel his skin against yours, you feel overwhelmed by the fact that he is actually here. You notice that his lips part and for a second you are scared that he is going to kiss you, but he must know that there is a limit to your patience with him so he just whispers words with the promise of what could have been. “I wanted to be good for you.” A small smile takes place on your lips and you close your eyes as you try to restrain the well of emotions inside of you. “I know Rafe, I know.” He breathes out a little, almost as if he is relieved that you are aware that he tried in a world and with a mind constantly working against him. You knew, but you also knew that there was someone else out there for you. Someone who would love you in a way that Rafe would never be able to, in a way that would not send the two of you to the bottom of the ocean. Whoever was out there would make you swim. For so long you had wanted to believe that Rafe was the one, despite all his flaws you would have given anything for him to be your future. It was a relief to know that you could and deserved to have more. But you also knew that you needed to do something before that could happen.

“I will stay-.” Before you could even finish your sentence he whipped his head up to look at you with such hope you never wanted to continue talking. You swallowed hard and forced yourself to go on. “I will stay with you just to make sure you receive the help you need.” His whole body deflated and you had to bite your lip in order not to cry again. Eventually, he nodded and you closed your eyes in relief. You knew that this had to be the right move, no one else would listen to him or make sure he got help, so you needed to be the one to did. Just enough so that you finally could start swimming towards the surface.

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im-in-love-with-pizza-bites · 3 years

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Best Parts Of Him

Sebastian Stan X Daughter!Reader

Summary: As time goes by he wants you to know that he'll be with you wherever you go, you'll always be his baby girl

Warnings: breakup, that's all I think.

Song: Best Parts of Me by Will Dempsey

A/n: The Romanian is from Google Translate it might not be right... If it isn't go ahead send me a message or an ask with the correct translation and I'll fix it thank you!

Princess is spelled prinţesă and dear/darling is dragă :)

I can still remember the first time I saw

Those brown eyes staring into mine

It was in that moment I felt a love

I never knew I would find

It's like God took my heart right out of my chest

Sebastian smiled down staring at your big doe eyes that were filled with so much innocence. He couldn't believe it, he was a dad. Not only a dad, but a dad to the most precious little thing he had ever seen. Wrapped in a pink hospital blanket, a tiny tuft of hair on your head, and most beautiful eyes he's ever seen.

"Oh bless you." He cooed as you let out a tiny sneeze. He was in love, you owned his heart now he swears. He's never loved anyone or anything as much as the little baby in his arms. "Aren't you just the most precious thing. I love you." He placed his lips onto your forehead before looking back at your face.

"I'm gonna teach you everything I know. And your gonna know Romanian. Asta e corect prinţesă." He finished in his mother tongue. (That's right princess)

And wrapped it all up in a little pink dress

And painted the most beautiful smile in the world

And topped it all of it with brown hair and curls

The day he made my baby girl

Sebastian took a deep breath before knocking on the door holding the sunflowers in front of him. He could hear giggling from the other side of the door before it was opened.

You were in your room with your grandmother before you heard the doorbell. You looked up at your grandma smiling.

"Go on." She urged. You went running out of the room giggling once you made it to the living room. Opening the door you saw your dad holding a bouquet of sunflowers.

"Yes daddy!!" You jumped up and down smiling. He chuckled.

"Prinţesă, can I take you to the daddy daughter dance?" He asked kneeling to look 6 year old you in the eye. He couldn't help but hope you'd always be this tiny little girl. His little princess.

"These are for you dragă."

"Thank you."

'Cause the best parts of me were given to you

And I hope that all of your dreams come true

And as time goes by

I want you to know that I'll be with you wherever you go

You'll always be my baby girl

"And the winner is-" You crossed your fingers and looked down at your dad who was sat in the audience. "Y/n Stan, with her dance act!" The principal announced. You smiled stepping forward.

"Here's your prize." The drama teacher came onto the stage with the prize, it was a fifty dollar toys R us gift card.

You found your way in the lobby of your school looking for your dad. He was stood next to your grandparents, holding a bouquet of flowers. You smiled hugging him.

"I won." You said proudly.

"Good job dragă."

She's as sweet as the syrup

She dripped on her dress

Won't leave the house if her hair is a mess

"Daad! It looks terrible I can't go to school like this." You said motioning to the lopsided braids.

"Hey little missy I'm trying my best." He said. "It does look pretty bad though doesn't it?"

"Yeah it does. Just pull it back up in pony tail daddy." You grumbled crossing your arms.

"How about pig tails?"

"Fine just get them even." You sassed. He gasped.

"Hey sassy mcsass I'll leave your hair like this."

"Sorry dad." You leaned up placing a kiss on his cheek.

"That's what I thought."

You should see her dancing when she thinks she's alone

Or the snap she sends me from her mama's phone

And I've made so many mistakes in my life

At least I did one thing right, my baby girl

Sebastian did his best to hold in his laughter as he watched you belting out to music. Doing a funny dance, holding you hairbrush like a microphone. He pulled his phone out and began filming.

"You held me down, but I got up already brushing off the dust." You sang along. "You hear my voice, you hear that sound."

"Like thunder, gonna shake the ground." Sebastian joined. You screamed turning around dropping the hair brush. "You held me down, but I got up." He motioned for you to keep singing. You smiled joining in.

"Get ready 'cause I've had enough, I see it all, I see it now."

"I got the eye of the tiger, a fighter, dancing through the fire, 'cause I am a champion, and you're gonna hear me roar." You two sang together. "Louder, louder than a lion, 'cause I am a champion, and you're gonna hear me roar."

'Cause the best parts of me were given to you

And I hope that all your dreams come true

And as time goes by

I want you to know that I'll that I'll be with you wherever you go

You'll always be my baby girl

A scream was heard through the penthouse. Sebastian jumped to his feet running out of his office toward the sound. Almost falling a few times before he made it to the living room, more importantly by the door. He sees you a big smile on your face, hugging a piece of paper to your chest other mail scattered on the floor around your feet. He immediately felt relief seeing you okay.

"What happened?" He asked walking closer careful to not step on the other mail.

"I got in!" You said looking at him with such joy he has never seen before.

"In what?" He smiled.

I got in my dream school!!!" You exclaimed. He gasped hugging you.

"I'm so proud of you!" He said. His baby girl all grown up, leaving for college this summer.

There'll be some hard times you'll face in this life

Just say the word and I'm by your side

And all those bandaids and heartbreaks and days that go wrong

You'll never face them alone

Sebastian was confused, you had been away at college for about three months, it was November now. He wasn't expecting you to come home until Thanksgiving, but you called him told him you'd be home for the weekend and staying during Thanksgiving break. He didn't know why though. You told him you were having a Friendsgiving with your roommate and some other friends you made at college this weekend then you'd start heading down the next morning. Though you called him Friday and told him you were on your way. So Saturday morning he was up and watching for you to get there.

"Dad?" You hollered walking into the penthouse. He came around the corner frowning when he saw you. What looked like dried tears on your cheeks and his old college hoodie you stole from him when you were 7, a clear sign you were sad.

"Dragă? What happened?" He immediately brought you into a hug. You broke, you tried all night to stay strong but here you were. You never could stay strong around your dad.

"H-he broke up with me." You choked out. He knew who you were talking about, your boyfriend Kevin. You and Kevin had been dating during senior year of high school and decided to try to take a chance at long distance.

"Oh prinţesă." He mumbled.

"He met someone new!" You cried. "I wasn't good enough."

"Hey. No, you don't talk about yourself like that." He pulled away putting his hands on your shoulders. "Ești perfect, frumos, nu vorbești rău despre tine! A intelege?" You knew he was serious when he broke out the Romanian. It was rare for him to talk to you in Romanian, it was more common for you two to talk to your grandmother in Romanian but it was only pulled out for you when you were in trouble. (You are perfect, beautiful, you don't speak ill of yourself! Understand?)

"da tată." You responded hugging him again. Your dad always could make you feel better. (Yes dad)

'Cause those best parts of me

Will never leave you

Wherever you go

Whatever you do

And if there comes a time

When I'm not around

You know where I'll be found

My baby girl

My baby girl, oh

A/n: I love this song, I found it on tiktok and think it's beautiful. Also, I think I perfected the songfic? With it in bold and italic while also indented. What do you think?

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gamergirl929 · 4 years

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Finding Love Through A Lens (Christen Press x Reader)

Anonymous Request: Yeay! Request are open 🥳 here is one: R is a sport photographer and she always follows USWNT, she have a crush for Christen but she doesnt know that Chris have always watching her (even take R photos in secret), how a shy photographer get to be the true love of a soccer star! Fluff, a lil talk of insecurity. Thanks.

Through your lens you still somehow gravitate towards her, taking multiple pictures of the woman on the field, getting one of her toothy grin that makes your heart skip a beat.

You abruptly turn away when green orbs lock with the lens of your camera, in extension, locking with your own eyes.

You clear your throat, snapping pictures of the other players, but still, your camera again drifts to her, the forward already smiling your way, sending you a wink before going back to practice.

You shake your head, pulling your camera away from your face with a blush.

“There’s no way she was smiling at me.” You snort glancing at her out of the corner of your eye, again seeing her green orbs on you.

***

“You can’t keep your eyes off her.” Tobin gives Christen a nudge and the brunette’s cheeks flush.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Megan scoffs on her way by.

“Sure, you don’t Pressy.”

Christen rolls her eyes, but can’t help smiling when she spots you out of the corner of her eye.

“Shouldn’t you be warming up Press?” Tobin teases and Christen grumbles under her breath.

“Shut up.”

***

You’d noticed the beautiful forward’s green orbs on you more and more as the weeks passed, the butterflies in your stomach going absolutely insane when your eyes would lock, even if it was through the lens of your camera.

It isn’t until a game against Japan that the two of you formally meet, under painful circumstances, the circumstance being you getting smacked directly in the face with a soccer ball.

“Shit, are you okay?”

You pick your head up, brows furrowed.

“Wait, where’s my camera?” You ask, scrambling to pick it up, letting out a relieved sigh when you realize it’s unharmed.

“Is it okay?” She asks and you nod, looking up with wide eyes when you realize the person standing before you is Christen Press.

“Ye-Ye-Yeah it’s okay.” You mumble, cheeks dusted pink.

“Well good, now we can address the blood on your face.”

Your eyes widen as Christen helps you to your feet, a smile on her face as she leads you towards the bench.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

The brunette smiles softly, her green orbs on you out of the corner of her eye.

“I’m Christen Press.” She smiles sweetly and you grin.

“Trust me, I know...” You wink, cheeks flushing when you realize her cheeks are pink.

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

Christen beams.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you Y/N.”

***

Christen always made time to talk to you after that, her massive smile and sparkling green orbs making your day.

“Looks good.”

You jump at the sound of her whisper, the woman looking over your shoulder at the picture you’d just taken of Kelley and Emily, the two laughing at something.

“I always seem to get pictures of the two of them laughing.” You smile, glancing up at the forward who grins.

“I think that’s what they do half the time.”

“Tobin!” Christen yells, her shout making you jump.

The forward turns towards the two of you with a grin, when she sees your camera on her she runs towards you, her teeth playfully bared.

You get a number of pictures, giving the forward a thumbs up, the woman bowing before she turns back to practice.

Christen looks over your shoulder, the woman grinning at the number of picture’s you’d taken of her best friend.

“You got some good ones.” She whispers in your ear and your eyes widen, your head turning to look at the woman who you now realize is INCREDIBLY close.

You clear your throat, cheeks blood red as you turn back to the screen, stammering nervously.

“Th-Th-Thanks.”

Christen giggles, giving you a nudge.

“Keep up the good work shutterbug.”

You watch her go with a grin, snapping a picture when she turns to look at you, the woman’s green orbs shining in the sun.

Your heart skips a beat as you watch the woman go, not through your lens, but over your camera, a smile stretching across your face.

***

“You know there IS a game going on, Press.” Ashlyn gives Christen a nudge, the forward turning her attention away from you and back to the field.

“I know, I know.” She clears her throat and Ali smirks.

“Do you?” She teases and she rolls her eyes.

“Ye-Yeah...”

“Then what’s the score? WITHOUT looking.” Tobin teases earning another eye roll.

“It’s... Ummmm...”

She lets out a defeated huff and the three snicker.

“Told you. Camera girl got you distracted.” Tobin grins, earning a grumble and a shove from her best friend.

“Shut upppp...”

“Have you told her you like her?” Ali asks, and Christen scoffs.

“I don’t... I...” Christen’s cheeks flush, as she stares at her cleated feet.

“OoooooooOoooo!” Emily squeals from where she’s sitting, that is until Lindsey flicks her on the side of the head, the blonde gasping.

“That was rude.”

Christen rolls her eyes, her cheeks darkening as her eyes drift to where you’re kneeling, taking a number of pictures.

In an attempt to being stealthy, Christen holds her phone out, snapping a picture of you where you’re knelt, the woman smiling as she looks down at her phone.

“Who is the photographer in this relationship?” Tobin teases, earning a nudge from Christen.

“Shut up.”

***

You couldn’t help but flush when you saw the picture of yourself snapping pictures on the field, on Insta, the caption of the photo making your heart skip a beat.

“Who’s the photographer now Y/N?”

You bite your bottom lip to hold back a grin, realizing that, of course, the poster was the one and only Christen Press.

“Well, look who it is.”

Your brows furrow as you pick your head up, a smile stretching across your face when you see Christen making her way towards you.

“I didn’t know you were staying here.” She smiles and you clear your throat.

“Yeah...” You nod over your shoulder, unable to say much else considering the woman’s dazzling green orbs are shining nearly just as much as her smile, and they’re shining at you.

“So, I see you take up photography in your spare time.” You smirk, turning your phone around and the woman giggles.

“I couldn’t resist. You’re cute when you concentrate.”

Your eyes widen, cheeks dark red as you stare at the forward, whose cheeks are just as flushed.

You open and close your mouth a few times, attempting to find something, ANYTHING to say, but you come up empty, or so you thought.

“I could say the same about you.”

Your eyes again widen, shocked by the words that have just left your mouth, that is until Christen covers her mouth, giggling into her hand.

“What?” You ask, the woman only giggling harder.

“Your face.” She giggles harder and you huff, your bottom lip jutted out in a pout.

Christen clears her throat, biting her bottom lip to hold her laughter in when she sees the look on your face.

“Okay, no more pouting, I’m done.”

You roll your eyes, tightening your hold on your camera’s bag.

“I’ll see you later Chris.”

The second the nickname leaves your mouth you clear your throat, basically running away from the woman, or you attempt to, because Christen catches your wrist, the woman’s grin wide.

“I’m sorry I-

Christen gives your hand a squeeze.

“I like it when you call me Chris.” She winks, giving your hand another squeeze before she takes her leave, meeting up with a few of her other teammates, each and every one of them watching you with a smile.

You shake your head, grinning as you move to the elevators.

“She likes when I call her Chris...”

***

“Anything good?”

You turn around with a grin, showing Christen the photo’s you’d taken of the team, pictures of them smiling, and laughing as they practiced.

“All of your pictures look good to me.” She grins and you shrug, blushing.

“Nahhh...” You shuffle nervously from foot to foot, but when Christen covers your hand that’s on your camera you turn to her, eyes wide.

“Trust me Y/N, they’re all amazing...” She whispers and you smile softly, your eyes darting around her face.

“Thanks Chris.” You whisper and the forward beams.

“You’re welcome.”

You turn back to your camera, thinking the conversation is over but them Christen clears her throat.

“Are you busy today?” She asks hopefully. “I was wondering if you’d maybe want to... Go take some photos around town?” She shrugs and you turn to her, eyes wide, a grin stretching across your face.

“I mean... I’m free.” You smirk and the forward shrugs.

“So?”

“I’d love to come.”

***

You couldn’t believe THE Christen Press wanted to spend the day with you, but she did and you still couldn’t believe it.

Taking pictures of Christen Press all over the city had been something you only dreamed of, but that dream was becoming a reality, the grin on your face massive as you take a picture of Christen in front of a fountain, the sun shining through the leaves of the trees, illuminating her in a way that words can’t express.

You give her a thumbs up and the woman makes her way towards you, grinning when she sees the end result of your picture taking.

“You’re so talented.” She whispers in awe as you go through the pictures, stopping on a picture you’d take of Christen that she wasn’t aware of, the woman smiling brightly as she eats a cone of ice cream she’d gotten earlier in the day.

Christen hums, surprising you by swiping the camera and turning it towards you.

“All these pictures of me, but none of you.” She giggles and you glance away, cheeks flushed, giving the woman a perfect opportunity to snap your picture.

“You’re photogenic, I...” You motion to yourself, shaking your head. “I am not.”

Christen giggles as she looks at the camera.

“You look pretty photogenic to me.” She winks and your eyes widen, cheeks flushing.

“What do you...”

Christen snaps another picture and you roll your eyes.

“Noooo...” You pout but the woman shakes her head.

“You’re the model now.”

***

It turns out spending time with Christen Press in the city was a big deal to the fans and the media, who’d taken pictures of your outing with Christen Press.

The fans were absolutely loving the pictures of the woman you’d plastered all over social media, but you weren’t the only one posting pictures.

Christen had posted a number of photos as well, nearly all pictures of you, a few of them you and her together, the two of you smiling dopely at the camera, or at one another.

A number of the fans had started a hashtag of the two of you, a number of them commenting about how cute the two of you were together.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh! The shippers are in full force!” Kelley claps as she holds her phone out, showing Christen and Tobin the comments on your photos.

“Y/N is absolutely adorable.” Tobin reads one of the comments aloud and Christen pouts.

“I wonder if I can get Y/N’s number because....” Kelley snickers, the woman cupping her cheeks as she tries to imitate the emoji at the end of the comment.

Christen swipes the phone with a glare, smiling when she sees the picture of you on her screen, the grin on your face massive, your eyes shut and a hand resting on the back of your neck.

“Heart eyes motherfucker.” Kelley whispers lowly.

Christen’s teammates laugh, the women more than happy to tease her about her crush on the cute photographer.

Kelley grins when she spots you out of the corner of her eye.

“Why look at pictures when you can look at the real thing?” Kelley asks, the forward’s brows furrowing as she follows her gaze, the woman beaming when she sees you moving towards her.

“Morning.” You grin, the forward surprising you when she jumps to her feet and wraps her arms around you the smell of the woman’s shampoo clouding your senses.

“Morning.” She smiles, the woman tapping your camera.

“Coming to the field again?” She asks and you nod.

“Of course.”

Kelley leaps to her feet and your eyes widen, the defender swiping Christen’s phone from her hands.

“Did you see the comments on your pics?” She asks and your brows furrow, your eyes widening and cheeks flushing when you see the comments on the picture of you and Christen that you’d share.

You glance at the forward, noticing that her cheeks are just as flushed as yours.

“They can be a little... Intense, can’t they.” You smile shyly and Christen giggles, moving to look over your shoulder at the picture, which in all honesty is an excuse to be closer to you.

“You have to admit...” She shrugs, ducking down beside your ear, whispering softly so the others can’t hear.

“We do look cute together.”

You turn towards her, eyes widen and cheeks redder than they were before, your eyes darting from her eyes to her lips and back.

You jump, the vibrating of your phone pulling you out of your trance.

Christen bites her bottom lip, Tobin, Kelley and her other teammates eyeing her intently, each and every one of them beaming at the sight of her absolutely enamored by you.

“Ummm, hello?” You clear your throat, your brows knitting together.

You make a face that makes the team laugh as you end the call, staring down at your phone in disbelief.

“Well, someone got my phone number...” You shake your head, slipping your phone in your pocket.

Christen cringes.

“What did they say?” Ashlyn asks and you clear your throat.

“Words I’d RATHER not repeat.” You shake your head, turn to Christen, the woman smiling.

“Sorry Y/N...” She winces and you grin.

“It’s okay just-

Your phone starts to ring again and you sigh.

“Just might need a new phone number.”

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Christen doesn’t see you again until she makes her way onto the field with her teammates, a yellow vest on as she moves towards the sidelines.

“Hey.” She whispers as she walks past you, her fingertips brushing against your forearm.

You blush as you turn, snapping a picture of her and her teammates on the sidelines, the forward giving you a big beaming smile.

It’s not only you snapping pictures, but the fans as well, snapping pictures of your and Christen’s interactions, immediately posting them to Instagram, Tumblr, any social media site they can.

You couldn’t believe it, out of everyone Christen focused her attention on, she focused on you.

Though half-time is when they get the content they want, Christen stopping to look over your shoulder at your camera, a massive grin on your face as you show off your photos, flushing when you realize JUST HOW MANY pictures of Christen you’d taken.

The forward leans in with a grin, winking.

“I love every one of them.”

***

By the end of the game your and Christen’s picture cover social media, the fans ecstatic about the interactions between the two of you, the two of you smiling happily at one another as Christen looks at your photos, the fans speculating if the pictures were of Christen, which in this case, they were.

“Did we destroy the internet again?” Christen asks as she moves towards you, the woman covered in sweat from her time on the field.

“It looks like we did.” You blush, as you hold up your phone, Twitter covered in pictures of the two of you.

Christen hums, swiping your phone and going straight to the camera.

“Come on, I need to get a picture with my favorite shutterbug.” She giggles and your cheeks flush, the woman holding the phone out so she can snap a few pictures of the two of you, ONE of those pictures having an additional body in it.

“Did you get my good side?” You turn around, the two of you grinning when you see Mallory Pugh standing behind you, wearing a toothy grin.

Christen scoffs.

“Is there a bad side?”

“So, Y/N?”

You turn around, jumping when you realize the entire team is now standing in front of you.

“Ye-Yeah?” You stammer nervously the women grinning.

“You busy tonight?” Kelley asks and you glance at Christen, the forward’s green orbs wide as they dart from you, to Kelley and back.

“We’re a little jealous we weren’t invited to your little photo-shoot with Christen...” Julie pouts and your eyes widen as you cringe.

“I’m sorry...” You mumble, Megan grinning as she throws an arm around you.

“We know the PERFECT way you can make it up to us.” She beams and your brows arch.

“How do I do that?”

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The following day you enter the lobby with a smile, camera around your neck as you head towards the mob of USWNT players, the first person to notice you, of course, being Christen, the forward walking towards you with a beaming smile.

“You sure you want to do this? We could sneak out the backdoor...” She giggles and you grin, shaking your head.

“You’re not getting rid of us that easy.” You glance up, seeing almost everyone’s eyes on you.

“Abort mission.” You whisper, the brunette giggling as she grabs your hand.

“I hope you’re ready for this.” She whispers in your ear, the woman’s fingers intertwining with yours.

You squeeze her hand.

“I am.”

***

You’re laughing so hard as you snap a few pictures you can’t sit still, Kelley and Emily standing on the edge of a fountain, striking silly poses.

You snort when you get a few pictures that look like water is coming out of their mouths.

“Let me see! Let me see!” Emily squeals, running to look over your shoulder, Kelley right on her heels.

“Oh my god... That’s art.” Emily sniffles, wiping beneath her eyes.

“A modern day Da Vinci.” Kelley places a hand on her chest and you snort.

“Ohhh look!” Emily squeals, running away, Kelley leaving seconds later.

You shake your head, smiling as you turn around, spotting Tobin and Christen laughing together, your camera quickly on the two of them, snapping a number of pictures, snapping a few more when the two turn your way.

You’re about to snap another picture when you realize Christen is taking pictures of you, the woman grinning as she stealthily changes her home screen photo to a picture of you knelt down, snapping picture.

“You need to tell her.” Tobin whispers in her ear, the brunette turning towards her with an arched brow.

“Tell her what?”

Ashlyn scoffs, she Ali and Megan moving towards the duo.

“That you like her.” Ali grins.

“That you want to make gay soccer photographer babies with her.” Ashlyn snorts, earning a slap in the chest from her wife.

“So articulate.” Megan does a chef’s kiss and Ashlyn snickers.

“At least someone appreciates me.”

As the three bicker, Tobin quick to get in on the conversation, Christen turns towards you, your camera in hand as you take pictures of the sun, beaming through the tree’s leaves and ricocheting off building’s windows, the light hitting you just right that not taking a picture in this moment would be a crime.

Christen snaps a picture, looking down at her screen she realizes you’re still holding your camera up, though you’ve now turned to her, smiling softly.

Christen’s heart skips a beat, her lips splitting in a grin.

“Tell her about the gay photographer babies!” Ashlyn whispers, earning a smack upside the head from Tobin, the forward nodding towards you.

Christen makes her way towards you, grinning.

“Did you get my good side?” You ask with a smile, the woman showing you the photos she’d taken.

You nod.

“Yeah, I’d like that for my new Insta picture.” You grin, your tongue trapped between your teeth.

“Sure, how much do you charge for you photos?” She giggles and you smirk, a brow arched.

“My prices are negotiable.”

Christen grabs your hand, walking towards the fountain with you.

“We haven’t got a picture yet.” She grins and you chuckle, the woman’s grin making your heart stutter in your chest.

“We?” You cock your head to the side and she nods.

“Yeah. Us. Together.” She giggles and you nod.

Suddenly, you’re being surged by the straps holding the camera around your neck, your lips pressing against Christen’s your Y/E/C orbs wide as the woman’s lips move against yours.

She’s about to pull back when you come to your senses, your lips moving against hers, the woman smiling as you cup her cheeks.

“YEAHHHH GET IT PRESSY!”

The two of you part at the sound of Kelley’s voice, your foreheads resting together as you laugh.

Y/E/C orbs flutter open, locking with Christen’s green orbs and you grin.

“So, does that mean you like me too?” You grin and Christen giggles.

“Of course, I do.”

Needless to say, when the world finds about Christen Press’s relationship with Y/N Y/L/N a young sports photographer, the USWNT fans explode, a number of them posting their photos they’d taken of the two of you together.

You never knew you could find love through your camera lens, but you did, and that love was Christen Press.

#uswnt #uswnt x reader #christen press #christen press x reader #christen press imagine

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heartbeat | chapter four | b.b.

Summary | When Steve Rogers asks Kate Stark to find the Winter Soldier, she gets too involved.

Notes | Captain America: Civil War re-write, essentially. Starts just after the events of CA: Winter Soldier.

Pairing | Bucky Barnes x fem!oc, Bucky Barnes x Stark!oc

Genre | romance

Rating | explicit

Story Warnings | mild angst, fluff, romance tropes, so many romance tropes, coarse language, alcohol use, canon-typical violence, smut (m/f), oral sex (f&m receiving), 18+ ONLY

Chapter Warnings | the romance tropes keep coming, angst, canon-typical violence, mild alcohol use, smut (m/f), 18+ ONLY

master list | AO3 link

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The months pass slowly, and Kate is content to stay in the little bubble she and Bucky have built. She almost forgets she has to tell Steve about Bucky at some point. Almost.

She wakes one morning in early June with Bucky's arms tight around her. They've been sleeping together most nights, and they’ve both found it keeps their nightmares away. As she shifts her body to rise from the bed, his hold tightens. He buries his face in the curls at the nape of her neck.

“Bucky,” she whines, “let me go.”

He rolls her onto her back and hovers over her, peppering kisses over her face. When his lips finally meet hers, he sweeps his tongue into her mouth and tastes her. She pushes against his shoulders, and he relents, lifting from her.

“Bucky,” she laughs, “I have to pee.”

“Okay, okay,” he laughs, too, and she loves that rare sound.

"I'm going to shower and start the coffee," she says, slipping out of his grasp.

Bucky flops onto his back and enjoys the smell of Kate on the sheets around him, closing his eyes and listening to the sound of the shower running in the bathroom. He’s content to lay like this all day, if only Kate would return to bed. Finally, he stretches, happily, and his hand hits an empty beer bottle he left on the nightstand the night before. The bottle tips and rolls beneath the bed, and Bucky groans. He climbs out of bed and slips his boxers on before kneeling on the floor and reaching for it. As his hand wraps around the rogue bottle and pulls back, he feels something sticking out from under the bed frame. When he draws it out, he can see that it’s a file.

He opens it, and his heart stops. The Winter Soldier. His military photo is staring back at him, along with records of who he was, what they made him do.

A cold rage tears through him. He's been so stupid. He let her get close and now she would turn him over to HYDRA.

The bathroom door opens, and Kate steps out, dressed in clean sweats, her damp hair curling down her back.

"Who are you?" he growls.

Kate sees the open file and the hard look in Bucky's eyes. She doesn’t answer.

"Who. Are. You?" He’s on her before he finishes the sentence, his titanium hand wrapping around her neck and slamming her against the wall. “Who do you work for? HYDRA?"

She shakes her head vehemently and tries to speak through his stranglehold. He loosens his grip.

"No," she says. “I know Steve Rogers."

"What?"

"Steve Rogers asked me to find you."

He drops his hand from her neck, and she gulps in air, her own hands reaching up to touch the tender flesh.

“I work for Stark Industries. My name is Katherine Stark. Two years ago, Steve asked for my help tracking you down. I hacked cameras around the globe and ran the footage through an advanced facial recognition software I designed. When I got a hit on you in Bucharest, I came to see if it was really you. I wanted to be sure before I told Steve.”

“Does he know where I am?” he questions.

“No.”

“You lied to me,” Bucky growls.

“I never lied…I….” She pauses. “It’s not like you were honest with me, Sergeant Barnes,” she digs.

Bucky’s jaw clenches.

"Are you going to tell Steve Rogers where I am?" he questions.

She hesitates, then says, "No."

He nods once, then grabs the rest of his clothes and leaves, slamming the door on his way out. Kate collapses to the floor, sobbing.

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Bucky paces in his own apartment. Stark. The name feels familiar, but he can’t place it, and he’s too angry to think straight. He loved Kate – loves her still, despite his anger and this betrayal. He clenches his titanium fist so tightly he can hear metal grinding on metal.

In her own flat, Kate allows herself to sob for a while before pushing herself off the floor. She’s ruined everything. She thinks about calling Steve, letting him swoop in to save the day. She imagines him confronting Bucky, talking sense into him, convincing him that she was only doing what she thought was best. But she knows that isn't true; she wasn't doing what was best, she was being selfish when she came to Bucharest. She thought she could save Bucky and now she's pushed him away. She knows Bucky will run, knows he'll disappear somewhere, and she'll never be able to find him again, but she can't bring herself to call Steve and admit her mistake. She doesn't want to tell him that she found Bucky and then absolutely ruined him.

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The day passes slowly. Bucky keeps pacing, angry but unsure what his next move should be, afraid Captain America will knock down his door any moment and he'll be forced to confront his past. And what of his past? He's been remembering more and more, writing everything down. With Kate, he feels like the Bucky he was before the war, before HYDRA, but he can't shake the feeling that the Winter Soldier is still lurking inside of him, so tangled up with who he is that he'll never escape the Soldat.

He thinks about the file Kate has and the photo of him stuck to the inside cover – twenty-six, eager to serve his country and prove himself, completely unaware of the horrors his future would hold, the things he would be made to do. He wonders what Kate saw when she looked at that photo. If she read the file then she knows who is really is, but she still let him get close to her; she still let him into her bed and fucked him every night. Bucky scrubs a hand over his face.

And if she knows Steve Rogers, then she also knows about his past – before HYDRA. He's knocking on her door before he can stop himself. When she opens it, he can see that she's been crying, but he can't let himself dwell on that.

“Tell me what you know about me," he says.

She stares at him for a moment before moving aside and letting him in. There's a suitcase on the floor – half-full – and a bottle of whisky on the kitchen table. She pours him a glass, then refills her own. They sit at her kitchen table.

"Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes," she starts, "Born March 10, 1917 in Brooklyn, New York. Father: George. Mother: Winnifred. Sister: Rebecca. Childhood best friend: Steve Rogers. Drafted in 1943. Expert marksman. Captured by HYDRA in '44. Rescued by Captain America. Completed missions with the Howling Commandos. 1945 presumed dead. Captured by the Soviets and used as a weapon by HYDRA. The Winter Soldier."

He knew all of this – bits and pieces of it, at least – but he's gutted by how much she knows, how much she didn't tell him.

"Why are you here?" he asks.

“Steve asked me to find you," she says. After a while she adds, "When my software identified you, here in the Bucharest, I was afraid of what Steve would do, afraid that if you ran again, it would break him. I thought if I could keep Steve in the dark, I could protect him."

"Are you and Steve...?" he trails off, licking his bottom lip.

"He's my friend. I care about him," she says, shaking her head. "But we're not...it's not like that."

"Why did you stay? Why not tell Steve where I am?" he asks.

Kate pauses. She takes a sip of whisky, sets her glass down, and looks him straight in his eyes. "Because I fell in love with you."

Bucky is quiet for a time. "After everything you know about me?" he finally asks.

"Yes."

"Why?"

Kate shrugs. "Because I got to know you – not as Steve's best friend or as Sergeant Barnes or as the Winter Soldier, but as you, just you. You're a good man, Bucky."

Bucky sets his own glass down and stands. Kate thinks he's going to leave, but instead he pulls her to her feet and wraps his arms around her.

"Say it again," he says, looking into her eyes.

"What?"

"That you love me."

Kate smiles. "I love you."

He doesn't say it back, not yet. He wants to, but first he wants to enjoy this moment. So, he presses his lips against hers and tries to convey everything he feels in one kiss.

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“What do you remember?” Kate asks.

They're lying naked in her bed, her head on his chest and his arms tight around her.

“Everything. Nothing. It comes back in flashes. The memories sometimes feel like they belong to someone else," he says. “I have nightmares. About the things I’ve done. But not when I'm with you."

She smiles. "I sleep better with you, too."

He turns his head to look down at her.

“I have this dream, sometimes, about the night my parents died. There’s a man standing outside the car window. He’s dressed in all black, but I can’t see his face. All I can see is his chest in a leather tactical jacket and then a flash of silver." She's quiet for a moment before she says, "I was three when it happened so it's not like it's a real memory, just some figment of my imagination to help cope with the trauma. At least, that's what my therapist said."

Bucky is quiet.

Stark. Howard Stark. The super soldier serum he stole. Siberia. The memory hits Bucky like a freight train.

The Winter Soldier stands beside the wreck of the Starks' car. Howard begs for help: "Help my wife, my daughter. Please. Help." The Soldier pulls him up by his hair and stares at his bloodied face. A look of recognition crosses Howard's face. "Sergeant Barnes?" he groans. The woman in the passenger seat is calling for her husband. The Soldier strikes the man in the head, smashing his skull open. He pulls him up and places him in the driver's seat, then walks around the side of the car. The woman is crying. The Soldier kills her, as well. As he pulls his hand away from her throat, he sees the child in the backseat of the car. He pauses. The order calls for no witnesses. She's staring at him, her eyes wide. He turns away.

Fuck, Bucky thinks. He needs to tell Kate the truth. But when he focuses on the soft rhythm of her heartbeat, he doesn't think he has it in her to break that heart. Not right now. He decides the truth can wait. He knows it's selfish, not telling her, but maybe he's always been a little selfish.

So, instead of telling her that he was there that night, that he killed her parents, he turns on his side to face her and traces his fingers over the bruises forming on her neck. "I'm sorry," he whispers.

“It’s okay,” she murmurs. “It was a reasonable reaction.”

"No, it wasn't. I hurt you."

"Make it up to me," Kate says, and she reaches for him.

Bucky slides his hands from Kate's neck over her collarbone and breasts and down to her waist. He rolls them so he's hovering above her. He reaches back up to wrap a stray curl around his finger before letting it go, then presses his forehead against hers.

"I love you, Kate," he says.

She smiles. "I love you, too, Bucky."

Bucky groans as he slides inside of her. Kate's eyes fall shut, and he studies the look of bliss on her face.

"Look at me," he whispers, moving against her slowly.

When she does, she's caught in the depths of his eyes, his pupils blown wide, the smallest sliver of blue visible around black. "I love you," she says again.

Bucky pushes himself onto his knees and shifts Kate's hips upward. "Put your legs up," he says, reaching for her calves and placing her ankles on his shoulders. "Good girl," he murmurs, his hands sliding beneath her knees. Kate moans at the change in position. Bucky turns his head and kisses her right ankle, laving his tongue over the soft skin.

“Say my name, doll," he demands, reaching between them to stroke her.

“James,” she breathes.

He’s taken by the sound of his given name on her lips, and his hips stutter. "Fuck," he groans, and the tight coil of pleasure in his lower belly snaps. Bucky moves through it, keeps his fingers on Kate until she's coming, and then collapses next to her, sighing.

"I love you," he whispers. And he takes her hand in his and holds it over his own frantic heartbeat.

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When Kate wakes the next morning, Bucky is gone. There's a note on the nightstand in his neat script.

Gone to the market. Back soon, doll. Don't move.

She smiles and stretches. When she reaches for her phone, she sees a news alert that makes her heart stop: Winter Soldier wanted for UN Bombing in Vienna.

She texts Steve.

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pokeexehasstoppedworking · 3 years

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Love Doesn’t Do Encores Ch2 Welcome To The Wonderful World Of Pokemon

(Semi-songfic chapter. The song used is I'll Be The One by NerdOut on youtube. I don't own a single thing and all rights and credits go to the original artists. Im only using it for the song-fic chapter. Link to song here.)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U5PjLhNsnaM

"BBBBBBBBAAAAAAAA!!!!"

A sheep's cry pierced through the air as the darkness swallowing you shifted. You groaned and the first sensation your body felt was the softness of cushions under your sore, stiff body. Your....bed? Thank goodness! You were sure that the nightmare you had the other night was one of the worse ones you could've ever had. The soft groans of your own voice reached your ears and like any other typical morning, you begrudingly got up. You still had college-..THAT'S RIGHT! You still had to get to dorm registration on time! Oh you hoped you didn't oversleep again! You went to move your arm- You sucked in a hissed breath of pain through your teeth as pain throbbed from the sore limb making you flinch and your eyes blink open. The first thing you noticed past your blurry vision was that it was still fairly dark. Not completely dark but as if the sun was just starting to rise or a faint light in the room was turned on. Confused, you blinked even more as your vision cleared up even more and noticed the white ceiling in the dim lighting. You blinked at the ceiling before slowly turning your head to the left to see what was around you. From where you were laying, you could see a pink wall, and on the wall was a window framed by pink curtains. The view outside was a forest and beyond that was the twilight sky with the sun just starting to peek out letting light go out to the world. Next to it was a couple paintings, a woonden cabinet under the window with a few things on it, a TV, a white radiator, coffee table, and a plant in a pot. This-....

This wasn't your house at all. No room in your home looked like this. Then...where were you?

You sat up- A hiss escaped your lips as a spike of pain and soreness ran down your back and you winced. ...You..Tried to sit up but only managed to prop yourself onto your elbows as you took a better look around the room you were in. Taking notice that the couch you laid on was a green color. As you did you noticed a white door right across the room from you, and the sight of another uncarpeted room from you to the left. Along with another bookshelf and radiator alongside the wall behind the couch. YEP. Definately not your living room. How did you get here? Your f/c eyes looked down at your body and you noticed you still had on your fuzzy but now dirty pjs and what looked like was a home made quilt was thrown over your body to keep you warm and a few patches of your exposed skin was covered in bruises and small scratches from last night- Wait! So it wasn't a dream!? That giant crow thing did chase you!? Then how did you get in a nest!? Where were you!? Who brought you inside!? Were you still just dreaming?! That's it! This is nothing but a wild dream and you're going to wake up any moment. The sound of a door from the next room over opening and closing made you jump and turn your head towards the noises. There was some shuffling from over there before footsteps made their way towards you. Your eyes widened and breath hitched in your throat as you could only lay there and watch as a shadow danced across the wall in the dim light and soon after a person appeared head looking in your direction.

"Oh goodness. You're finally awake," came what sounded like a middle aged ladies voice and as the person stepped into the morning light coming in from the room you finally caught a glimpse of the person. What you were met with was a woman who looked around the same age as your mother. Oval shaped glasses sat in front of her brown eyes as her grey hair was pulled over in a ponytail sitting upon her left shoulder, tied back with a green ribbon. As she stepped closer to you you took notice of the flower printed gumboots making the heavy footsteps and the plain grey t shirt and long overalls adorned her body. "I was worried you might've been really hurt from how we found you." You didn't say anything as she kneeled down next to you and gave you a concerned look over, reaching a hand out but not touching you. "How are you feeling? You're not hurt are you?"

"Uh..." You shook your head finally coming back into the moment and reached a hand up to rub your head. "N-No. I-I'm alright." Your eyes again looked around the room. "Where am I?"

She sighed in relief. "Thank goodness. Oh. Where are my manners? You're in my house. Munchlax found you passed out by the garden fence and I was worried you were hurt. I almost thought about calling the doctor, but luckily you woke up shortly after we brought you inside." She smiled wider in a motherly way. "Wait. How rude of me. I didn't even ask your name."

"Uh..My name is Y/n, Miss," you answered back before deciding to fully sit up. Which you immediately regretted as you hissed leaning your body up. The lady watching with a concerned look as you sorely sat up all the way and looked back to her. "How did I get here?"

"I brought you inside, which wasn't easy," she sighed reaching a hand up to straighten her glasses, "But if you mean how you got by my garden, I can't really say. I only found you after my munchlax pointed you out."

"I-.." Your mind rewound to last night remembering the giant crow thing that you had ran away from in the middle of the night through the darn woods. "I was chased! B-By this giant black bird thing with wings!"

The lady's brow rose. "A..bird? Well I'm not sure what a 'bird' is, but there is a wild flock of corvinight in the woods out back. They're very territorial of that area. It's the reason I don't let my children wonder too far in there." A small thing popped up next to her and gave off a small puppy growl sound. "Oh look who finally came in."

You jumped and blinked at the-....the-...whatever this small cat-..dog-...bear thing was that was looking up at you both before you pointed at it. "W-W-What the heck is that?!"

"Oh this is my pokemon." She smiled happily at the small thing before petting it between the ears. It gave off a pleased growl as she did. "He likes to follow me around my garden and sneak veggies when I'm not looking, but it looks like today he found something else. Isn't that right, Munchy?" It growled again happily at the affection she gave it.

"Wait. D-D-Did you say-...pokemon!?"

Pokemon!? As in-...The game pokemon!? No. That can't be right, this couldn't be happening! There was absolutely no way you were in a fictional world of a video game and anime series right now! Your eyes briefly went back to the munchlax who tilted it's head back at you curiously and blinked like how a dog would. ....If you weren't seeing it with your own two eyes, and your pain proving you were in fact awake, you would've sworn you were still dreaming!

The lady nodded. "Yes. Have you never seen a munchlax before?"

"Uh! N-No no! I have! Must've just...slipped my mind!," you quickly fumbled with your words and the lady hummed.

"Well, it seems since you were chased by a corvinight I guess you would seem a little frazzled. Do you want me to call you a doctor or anyone?"

"N-No! R-Really I'm ok." Even if she called a doctor you really didn't have any money on you to pay for it anyways. "C-Could you tell me where I am-" You paused...Wait. What were places in the pokemon series called again. "Uh...Region! Y-Yeah! Could you tell me what region I'm in?"

Her brow rose up more as she looked at you. "We're in the Galar Region. You don't know where you are?" You shook your head no. "Are you sure you're ok? You didn't hit your head did you?"

Galar Region. Why did that sound so familiar to you? "Uh-...W-Well you see the thing is-...I-...Um..I-I'm-" Your mind raced with some kind of excuse to give the woman. You couldn't just say you were inside of a video game! She'd think you were crazy or really did hit your head. Although you might've taking that tumble from the tree last night. "I'm uh-...Just visiting here! Yeah! I-..M-Must've forgotten because of last night."

The lady stared at you for a moment longer before slowly nodding seeming to understand. "I see. I guess anyone would forget certain things if they were chased by a flock of corvinight." She finally stood up from her kneeled position next to you with a smile. "Well I'm glad you're alright. Although it looks like you had quite the fright by how messy you are. Would you like some breakfast? I imagine you must be hungry."

"I-I mean- N-N-No thanks! I couldn't possibly ask you to do that for me when you've already done so much for me," you insisted not wanting to overstep your welcome.

"I insist. It's the least I can do for you. By the looks of it you lost your things to the wild flock." She gestured to your body and you looked down at yourself. Oh...She was right. You really didn't have anything other than the clothes on your back didn't you? Great- A sound of thunder from your stomach made you sheepishly look down at your own stomach's betrayl of showing your hunger but she just chuckled. "I'll take that as a yes then." She smiled. You went to interject again before hissing as your sore muscles pinched in pain, making her tilt her head at you again. "Oh dear. It seems you were a little more roughed up than we thought. Why don't you go clean yourself up?" She gestured to the white door you had noticed earlier. "There's a shower and bathroom through there. You can clean up and I can let you borrow an old pair of clothes from the back closet."

"Oh NO!" You held up your hands to stop her. "Breakfast is more than enough. I insist!"

"And then you'd go around all covered in dirt with filthy clothes looking like you're homeless?" She asked raising a brow and you took a moment to pause and look down at your dirt and grass stained covered pjs..Oh yeah. You really didn't have any of your other things from your home did you? "Mm hm. That's what I thought. Besides. Like I said it's not a problem."

Well considering you didn't really have any other options at the moment- You sighed and nodded your head in agreement with her to which the lady smiled and again directed you towards the washroom of the home. Well, it's not like you had anything better to do..Except hiss and groaned in pain as every muscle in your body ached trying to move with you literally forcing yourself to toss the quilt off and force your sore legs off the couch and onto the cool floor. Hissing and reaching up to carefully massage your dull aching muscles in your arms and neck and shoulders. Getting up was another thing in of itself. You felt like you did a ten mile hike with how sore your body was, but never the less you willed your self to shuffle towards the washroom. On the way there the lady had come back as you opened the white door and held out an old shirt and more overalls and explained that they were an old pair and she really didn't mind giving them to you when you tried to resist her kindness once again, but you ended up relenting and you ended up taking them into the bathroom with you. You were happy you did in the end because you ended up discovering more than you'd think.

The warm water of the shower helped to release more tension from your aching muscles and while scrubbing off any dirt it was like something clicked in your mind that halted your movements for a while. Pokemon-....You were INSIDE the world of POKEMON! Or having a very very very realistic dream or hallucination. But HOW!?...Well you guessed that question wasn't on the table for now. The more important one was how to get back!? You paused there for a little while pondering over all the questions and info you had just gotten in your head. Ok. Relax. You took a deep breath and exhaled trying to relax yourself and mind. Ok. Don't freak out. The first thing you rationalized was to figure out where you were, then you could go from there. The woman said this was the 'Galar Region' right? Alright. But since this is Pokemon, does that mean you were in the show or one of the games? And why did Galar sound so familar. A memory suddenly flashed by in your mind and you gasped as the memory of being back home. Of the box that knocked over and seeing the games and old consoles tumble out. Of the pokemon game case: Pokemon Sword and Shield- HOW COULD YOU HAVE MISSED THAT!? It was the very last video game you had completed and it took place in the GALAR REGION!! You wanted to smack yourself as everything came flooding back and you groaned. Great! Well at least you knew where you were now, nevermind the fact that going into a video game should've been inpossible unless dreaming. Now that you knew where you were...to an extent, you could try to process what to do next after this-....Wait a moment....Now that you thought about it. This home and that woman seemed familiar too. Had you seen them before? You shook your head, deciding it was enough thinking to yourself and got out. Thankful for the clean change of clothes you slipped on once dried although your (f/c) hair was still sticking onto you slightly wet. But the surprises didn't end there however. As soon as you excited the washroom you were met with another person just sitting on the couch, she looked up as soon as you opened the door and the both of you stared at each other.

You blinked in surprise and looked at her. Not expecting a person sitting there. The girl was younger than you by a few years, looked about 13-14 years old if you had to take a guess. Her dark brown hair was in a short hair cut above her shoulders with matching dark brown eyes, her body adorned a pink dress, grey jacket, green socks with brown boots, and a green beany on her head with a white pom pom sticking up from it. In her hands was a phone and the noises of a crowd cheering wildly came from it in the time you two stared at each other. Presumably what she was watching, and in front of her on the coffee table was now a tea cup on a saucer pan. Presumably what she had been drinking.

Eventually she asked, "Who are you?"

You jumped and blinked at the question. "Uh...I-I'm Y/n. Uh...I just....W-What's your name?," you asked back.

"Gloria. This is my house-"

"Oh there you are." You both jumped and turned around seeing the woman with the glasses once again making an appearance, Munchlax waddling at her side eyeing the plate she was holding in her hands and she sent another smile at you. "I see you finished just in time, and you met my daughter." She then looked to the young girl who looked back at her apparent mother. "Now don't be rude to our guest. She's already frazzled enough being chased by corvinight."

"Corvinight?," Gloria asked eyes widening a bit as her mother nodded. "Oh wow. That's a bad experience."

"And now you know why I never let you kids in those woods." She turned back to you and held out the plate. "Here. It's nothing fancy but it's good enough."

You agreed and nodded reaching for it. "Thank you." The plate as you could tell had a few eggs and some meat on it, but you didn't mind as your stomach rumbled and you happily ate it with the fork you were provided. As you ate, you noticed the sunlight through the window had gotten much brighter. It still looked early tho. Maybe seven, seven thirty in the morning. "This is good. Thank you." You complimented to the woman who smiled back at you.

"I'm glad you like it. I'm sorry I couldn't offer you more."

"N-No. You've already been too kind. I couldn't ask for anymore anyways."

"Well, if you wait around a moment longer I can at least get your other clothes all cleaned up before you go. It'd be cruel to let you go out in that condition, and you can keep the ones you're wearing now. I insist!" She cut you off as you went you counter. "I wouldn't let my own children go out with such things and it'd be cruel of me to do the same to you. You did seem like you lost everything during your scuffle last night."

That made you pause...That's right. You didn't literally have anything other than the very clothes on your back! No money. No phone. No car. Nothing!! And you doubted you could've called anyone with your phone anyways if you still had it. They were all a world- or game- away from you. ...So it's better to take what she offered right?

"O-Ok. If you insist."

She smiled. "That's the spirit. How are you feeling anyhow?"

"Better thanks. The shower helped," you answered before taking another bite of eggs.

"Im glad. Why don't you two sit down and talk while I finish up cleaning those clothes of yours?" She gestured to Gloria who shrugged now with a small smile before looking back to the screen of her phone, before turning and walking out of the room towards where ever you guessed she was cleaning your clothes.

You watched her go before you looked back towards the couch and the girl who was excited watching the screen the cheering noises were coming from. ....Gloria?..GLORIA!! You recognized her now! In the game you could chose between two trainers and considering if you didn't rename them or change their looks to yours, they were either Gloria or Victor. And that woman was their mother in game!! Now you recognized her! Which means in front of you was one of the playable trainers you played as during the game! So you guessed you really were in the game. You stared at her a bit more before clearing your throat grabbing her attention.

"Uh...S-So-..." What do you say to a video game character you play as?..You pointed towards the couch. "W-Would you mind if I sit down?"

She shrugged. "Sure. I don't mind!," she replied before looking back to the screen. You watched a moment longer before deciding to slowly walk over and sat down next to her- "YES!!" She suddenly yelled out doing a fist pump catching you off guard almost dropping your fork. "LEON WON!! Not that I'm surprised of course." She said to no one. "He's the champion for a reason."

You blinked and paused for a moment....Champion..Leon?? OH YEAH! Wow. It had been a while since you played this game. Couldn't remember everything in one day you guessed. Leon was the reigning champion of Galar's gym leaders and pokemon League. You wracked your brain for as much info you could remember at that moment about this Leon, but you weren't doing a good job on it except that you vaugely remember he had a horrible sense of direction and he was supposedly really nice. Your eyes tilted to her phone. Maybe if you looked?

"What are you watching?,'' you asked nodding to the screen and she turned smiling at you widely.

"It's not what but who!" She excitedly pointed her screen to you and you blinked. The sounds of people cheering greeted you as did the sight of some purple haired man waving to the crowds around him....and you blinked at the sight. Flashbacks from last night spearing into your mind like lightning. "HEY! I know that guy!"

"Who doesn't? Leon's been champion for years running! He's like one of the kindest most strongest trainers out there!," she spoke to you happily. "This was from earilier this morning during his latest match. I was asleep but thank goodness for news websites!" She brought the screen back to her again as the video stopped. "Raihan was challenging him for champion title again. But it's always so cool to see them both."

Raihan? Well now that you knew the game you were in you could definately remember some parts including some of the characters. Raihan including. "Isn't that the guy who flirts with everyone and takes too many selfies?"

"...PFFFFT- AHAHA!!" Gloria turned her head with a snort and a few bits of laughter. You weren't expecting that...but smiled at the light hearted laughter from the teen before she looked back at you with a bright smile. "I g-guess you could say that. Hehe. Although I haven't heard anyone refer to him like that before." She shook her head no. "Nah. Raihan's the strongest out of the Galarian Gym Leaders. Other than Leon of course. If Leon wasn't so powerful Raihan would've become champion instead, but since he is Raihan is the top among the gym leaders and likes to challenge Leon a lot for the title...Despite losing all the time. He likes to document everything and posts it all to his own website for everyone to see! ...He's actually a pretty fun guy by what Hop and Leon have told me."

You nearly choked on another bite of your food as you turned to look at her again. "....Wait. You MET Leon?"

"Well, yeah. I knew him ever since we were all little. He's from here you know."

"No I didn't know. Uh...Mind telling me where we are?"

She blinked. "You really don't know?"

"Corvinight chasing can make someone lose a sense of direction,'' you answered as an excuse.

" You're in Postwick. A farming town since days of old where people and their pokemon live in close harmony...or that's what they put on the post cards for the few tourists." She shrugged. "Not really an amazing place, but it's got pretty wildlife and lots of wooloos. So I guess I can't complain. Not when I'm about to start and finally challenge this year's arena battles for the title!"

You blinked. "The title?"

"For the Champion? How do you not know that?" She rolled her eyes. "Not everyone can challenge Leon for the official title other than a few with special titles themselves like Raihan, since he's considered the top strongest gym leader. But there's also the arena battles for the new trainers that begins once a year. It's so special you have to buy a pass just to join or else you can't and only after you get the gym badges before the actual event you can battle in. It's the Chairman's way of making sure only the best trainers can try to earn the title and battle Leon themselves."

"Wow," you muttered. You vaugely remembered all of that from the game but actually hearing Gloria explaining it seemed like it was much more harder outside your gaming experience.

"Oh yeah! And ever since Leon took the champion title from the previous one, he's been unbeatedable for YEARS! Last year he actually broke Galar's record for the longest standing champion yet!" She pointed towards the ceiling and smiled with a determined look in her brown eyes! "And when I get out there Ill show Leon and them all my years of training paid off! Victor's going to be so jealous!"

"Victor?" Wasn't that the name of the male trainer you could've played as in the game. "Uh...Where is he anyways?"

Gloria shrugged. "My brother was more interested in traveling and seeing things than battling. He left home on his own journey earlier this year but we keep in touch when we call or he sends us pictures."

Brother? So in the world you were sucked in Gloria and Victor are siblings rather than an only child the player could pick? Interesting. ..Was that the only change in the game? You tucked that info aside for later in case you needed it and nodded. The next few minutes were you and Gloria watching some more videos on the phone, the plate emptied soon after and placed on the coffee table next to the cup. Eventually Gloria pulled up a song and you instantly tilted your head towards it. The younger girl seemed to noticed the smile on your face now.

"Oh you like music?," she asked.

"Duh! It's like one of my most favorite things!,'' you comfirmed with a smile.

She smiled back. "Well then I don't suppose you know who Piers is do ya?"

Piers?...Piers. The name rung a bell, but you couldn't quite place a name to a face here. ..Wait a second- "Uh....He's one of the gym leaders right??"

"Yeah. Sadly not a lot of people know that or battle him really...In fact I don't think his gym badge is required at all to get into the champion cup?..But nevermind that. He's known throughout galar for something far more than just a Gym Leader! Most don't even know about the Gym Leader bit because of his other job!" She turned and began typing something into her phone.

Oh. So Piers was another gym leader huh? You really had forgotten a lot. Haven't you? "Other job?" You rose a questioning eye brow and Gloria finally pulled up a video and held up the phone to you.

A beat you had never heard began to play and she smiled widely. "Yeah! He's a rock star! The most popular in Galar! Watch and listen!"

On the screen was a stage. And on the stage was a band, but they were more hidden in the dark, the spot light mostly on a single person standing on stage and holding a mic to his mouth. His punk rock attire seemed to fit him well as he tapped his punk rock boots along with the music as it played. Long black and white bangs and hair flowed from his head as piercing blue eyes looked out at the crowd. Or whoever was filming.

"You know there's more to the chapter,'' the man sung out and you blinked at the sudden tender, gentle tone of the man it came from. There was a....an almost tired motion behind the tone, but you could've just been thinking wrong. "On the edge of the darkest day. To be the ultimate master. I'll take my story to any place. Jumped in a race, I was born to run! Fresh out the gate, I was born to run! I'm not look-ing back-wards! They'll yell my name through the stadiums when I'm gone!"

"Isn't he great?," Gloria asked and you blinked to her a bit in surprise, having been absorbed in the music for a bit. "I actually think this is one of his older songs, but he's always trying to put more out to attract attention."

You blinked but turned back to the man with piercing blue eyes as he continued.

"-I'll never be gone." There was a brief three second pause as he took a breath and closed hit eyes. "I'm. On. My. Way. A destiny as old as the sun! They'll. Stake. Their. Cla-a-aim. But I know that I'll be the one!" The beat suddenly picked up with a more rock theme mixed in and bright blue eyes popped back open as his soft expression from before turned into what you could only describe as Gloria's determined face from before as he sang after the brief pause for music. "But I know that I'll be the one!" Another brief pause of music as he began moving along to the beat. "But I know that I'll be the one!" Followed by another pause of music.

"Wow..He's really good." You spoke out loud not meaning too but Gloria nodded.

"I know! He's been singing for as long as Leon's been champion!"

Oh really? Man you really wished you had more time back home to listen to music instead of your mother constantly badgering you to study or work. ..But then real life wasn't like this. And any moment you were still expecting to wake up from your sleep with your mother demanding you get ready and head for the first day on Campus because you were late again.

"A legendary adventure. Out in the wild to prove myself. This power too high to measure. I'll go to battle, don't need no help!" He suddenly leaned the mic forward a bit repeating the chorus from earlier. "Jumped in a race I was born to run! Fresh out the gate! I'm not look-ing backpwards! They'll yell my name through the stadiums when I'm gone!" One hand darted out pointing up. "Straight to the top. Yeah. I'm. On. My. Way. A destiny as old as the sun. They'll. Stake. Their. Cla-a-aim." A smile graced his otherwise tired or determined face and you couldn't help but feel the happiness from it. "BUT I KNOW I'LL BE THE ONE!!" More rock now dropped in the back most likely from the band behind him, and he began moving more to the music. "But I know that I'll be the one!!.....But I know that I'll be the one! I'm! On! My! Way! A destiny old as the sun! They'll! Stake! Their! Cla-a-aim! But I know that I'll be the one!"

The music ended and you couldn't help but smile at the ending performace, the singer, Piers you guessed by what Gloria said lifting a hand to the watching crowd as they cheered. Piers huh? Hopefully you're old memories would come back soon enough to remember him and everyone else soon. Might be helpful.

"Thank you! Please give a round of applause for my marvelous band and consider visiting my own music capital Spi-" He spoke into the mic but you didn't get to hear him finish wait he was saying before Gloria pulled the phone away and turned off the video. A little disappointment filling your features at the end of the song.

"Wow...He's uh..a good singer,'' you tried complimenting to remain polite.

"HE IS! When I battle him on my way to victory Im totally asking him to sign something for me!" She smiled like a giddy teen girl her age would and you smiled. She seemed to have a lot more personality to her than her in game part you played as.

"Well it certainly sounds like you two are getting along." Both of you looked up and over to see that Gloria's mother had returned and in her hands was you could only describe as a very old worn looking back pack and a smile on her face as she walked in. "I hope I'm not intruding."

"Hey, Mum! Nah. I was just showing Y/n some music videos." She nodded to the bag. "Whatcha got there?"

"Y/n's clothes I promised, and Victor's old school bag." She smiled as she held it out to you. "Here. I figured it would be awkward for you just to carry a pair of pajamas under your arms while traveling."

You stared at the bag before you..but it was placed into your lap before you could protest. "A backpack too?! Ma'am. It's nice b-b-but I can't accept this."

"Think nothing of it. That old thing was taking up space anyways. Victor never wanted it back after he got a new one before he left and it's been collecting dust ever since in the closet. You'd be doing me more of a favor if you took it." She reassured. "I'd be much happier knowing it's being used than becoming Munchlax's next chew toy. Besides, if you're going to start traveling, you'll need something to carry all your essentials in." Said pokemon yawned from behind her as the munchlax walked over to a carpet near the white door to the washroom and flopped over in a position for a nap.

Well....when she put it like that, it'd be much more useful to have. An old back pack was enough for now. "I...Thank you so much! ..for all of this! Im really grateful, Ma'am."

"Like I said think nothing of it. If I had lost everything being chased down by a flock of giant corvinight, I would've wanted someone helping me in the same way. And I can tell you're a good person." She smiled before turning her attention to the dishes left on the coffee table and picking them up. "You better be ready Gloria. Today's your big start you know."

"I know! I was just relaxing a bit." Gloria smiled and her mother rose a brow.

"We'll make sure you're ready," she said before turning and walking off letting Gloria groan. Kinda reminded you of your ma a bit.

"Oh. Are you going somewhere today?," you asked looking back to Gloria who nodded.

"Yeah! The Champions Cup! It's finally back and I'm feeling pretty lucky this time around! But I'm kinda waiting for someone still."

That's right! In the game is started out with the weird dream you had last night, which you now realized must've been the match between Leon and Raihan who must've been that other guy with the orange head band from said dream, before Gloria or Vincent went on their journey in game with...with...Another kid you were sure but you couldn't remember who. You went to ask her for a moment but the sound of a doorbell made the two of you blink and look over as the door just opened and you blinked as another teen walked in.

"Hello, Hello!," a younger male voice chimed out as the door closed behind him as he looked around. Before catching sight of Gloria sitting in the next room over on the couch next to you smiling as she smiled back.

"HOP!," she chimed happily. And your eyes widened.

HOP! That was his name! The boy who might've been the partner of the main player with how close friends they were, and the Champion's younger brother if memory served you right. The boy smiled and walked towards you both but your eyes blinked and went down to the fluffy companion by the boy's side. It-...It looked like a cheep with grey braids. It baaed in greeting following it's you guessed master into the living room.

"Oh, that your new flash phone, Gloria?," Hop asked noticing the phone in her hands to which Gloria nodded with a hum. "Were you watching Lee's exhibition match on it?"

"Sure was!" She burst with happiness! "It was so cool how he defeated Raihan!"

"But you can't cheer him on with your hands full!," Hop insisted followed my an agreeing bleat from his ...sheep pokemon, "You know the only way to properly cheer on Lee would be with his famous Charizard pose!" He then struck a pose that looked slightly familiar to you with his hand up and head tilted down. Gloria giggling and smiling and you not helping the smile on your face that came. Hop broke away from the pose and smiled again at Gloria...before blinking over at the lady beside her who oh so happened to be you. "Oh. Is that your friend?"

Upon being gestured at you paused and looked over him. He wore a blue fur-rimmed jacket, with a black shirt and pants, the latter with two purple stripes on the sides, along with black, white, and purple colored shoes, and a green bag thrown over his shoulder. His eyes were a gold yellow with a darker complexion, and dark purple hair. Like a younger Leon almost now that you remembered. Gloria however jabbed a thumb behind her at you.

"Who this? This is Y/n. She was chased by a flock of corvinight last night and Mum found her passed out by the garden."

You felt kinda embarrased about letting the lie go further and found it a lil more embarrassing that they thought you were chased by a flock of giant bird brained pokemon and fainted by a fence-....But you guessed it was better than them thinking you were crazy if you had said they were characters in a video game and you were somehow teleported here from the real world. But the way Hop looked at you gave you a more guilty feeling.

"Wild Corvinight?," he asked wide eyed, "How did you meet a whole flock of corvinight?"

"Uh-...." You tried to think of a good excuse of why they would chase you other than 'I magically woke up in a tree and saw a giant crow'. You settled on. "Camping in the woods??"

"...You mean you actually went camping in the Slumbering Weald?," he asked and you could only nod. "How are you alive?! There's lots of different dangerous wild pokemon there! How could you not know?"

You shrugged. "W-Well...Im kinda new around here."

Before he could say anything else an older woman's voice caught his attention from behind him. "Hop!," Gloria's Mother greeted him with a bright smile, "Didn't expect to see you here today, Dear. Isn't today the big day?"

Hop smiled and put his hands behind his head. "Yeah! That's why I came running over to get Gloria! Never mind watching the match now. I've got it recording at home anyway. I record all my brother's matches." He turned from he smiling lady and turned to Gloria still sitting on the couch. "Come with me, Gloria! He should be here any minute!"

Gloria gasped. "REALLY!?"

Hop nodded back. "And Lee always brings presents when he visits, so I wouldn't forget that bag if I were you. Now I've got to run! See you at mine later!" He turned and waved a hand at you. "It was nice to meet you Ms. Y/n!"

You could only wave as he and his pokemon quickly turned and exited the house with another squeaky noise from the door and Gloria quickly fumbled with her phone, shoving it into her grey jacket's pocket as she got up. And you blinked.

"Hey, where are you going?," you asked.

"To see Leon with Hop!," she excitedly answered looking at you, "Hop's been friends with Victor and me like FOREVER! Not to brag but I've known and liked Leon even before he was cool and we're like siblings! But I haven't seen him in forever and now he's seeing us before we start our own journeys! Im so excited to see him again!" She quickly turned and started towards the door-

Only to be stopped by her mother's voice. "Rushing off in that state, Gloria?," he mother asked raising a brow, "Didn't Hop say you should bring your bag?"

Gloria blinked. "OH! Right! I forgot!"

Her mother chuckled. "I last saw it in your room. And don't forget to grab a hat for the weather."

"I already have my hat!," she retorted back but ran past her mother and through the kitchen into through a door with a slam to where you supposed where you room was. Her mother shaking her head as she did.

You slowly stood up from your place on the cough, back pack in your hands as you slowly stepped away and through the living room entrance by the front door just as her mother turned back to you.

"Um..Y-yeah. I think I should get going too." You started but really...you were just not wanting to take anymore space than you already had. "T-Thank you for the clothes...and the food. I really appreciated it."

She smiled and waved a hand. "Not to worry a bit. It was the least I could do. Thank you for being so polite." She paused and blinked at you though. "But have you figured out where you're going next?"

You paused at her words. You hadn't even thought of that!! What WERE you going to do now? It's not like you could waltz right on home when you didn't even know how to get back!! You didn't even know where to go from here?! So to answer her you shrugged.

"Travel around more...I suppose."

"Travel around Galar barefoot?," she asked gesturing to your feet and you followed her pointing at your feet. ...Oh right. No nothing also applies to no shoes either. And before you could reply, the lady shook her head before walking towards you. "Here. You can have my old gum boots until you can get something better." You blinked and followed her with your head as she made her way past you and over to the coats handing on the wall by the front door. Reaching down and picking up a pair of green gumboots that looked the same as the flower print ones she wore, minus the pretty patterns. With a smile she turned back to you and held them out to you. "Here. Ever since I got the new ones I haven't used these at all. They have a small hole in the bottom of the left one's sole that leaks water in but it should work for you considering you don't step in water or any puddles."

You gawked at her for a moment but she placed them into your arms without a second thought as you gaped at her like a goldfish. "W-WHAT?! W-Wait! I just can't take your boots."

"Correction. Your gumboots with a hole in them that I definately can't use if I want to garden or use in the rain. Im serious when I say I can't use them and don't need them anymore. If you don't accept them, they'll just end up in the rubbage or recycling bin anyways. You're doing me a favor by taking them off my hands for me." She smiled. "And it'd be terrible if you had to walk around barefoot and stepped on a sharp rock or something and hurt yourself. It's better to have this in case."

Well....when she put it like that, it was probably best you took them. "I-....T-Thanks. I appreciate it." You smiled and bent down to put them on. The rubber boots squeaking as you did before you leaned back up and threw the backpack you were given. But there was still the question...What now? You could travel around you guessed since that's what you suggested..but you wanted to go home. How could you get home? You didn't even know where home WAS from here!...This reminded you of an old anime you watched a long time ago when a girl was sucked into a video game and she had to live through the whole thing trying to stay outta trouble-....Wait. Your f/c eyes widened. THAT'S IT!! In the game of Pokemon Sword and Shield the player who played either Gloria or Victor traveled around Galar for the Champion's cup to battle Leon and eventually defeat him and taking over the title of Champion themselves! And since it was Gloria going on this journey you assume this world has her to be the future champion. If she goes on her journey and defeats it as the game did, that would mean the game would be over! And if the game was won and over-...That means maybe..Just maybe whatever hallucination or dream or...or whatever fantasy realm thing happening to you would be over with too and you could go home!! Maybe..It was a long shot, but right now it was the only thing you could think of! So there was one thing you could think of now! To make sure Gloria succeeds on her journey and get home! Sounded like the cliche beginning of some fantasy show but what ELSE were you supposed to do now?? The sound of Gloria slamming open the door caught both of your attention as you both turned to her beaming and slipping her bag onto her back.

"I FOUND IT!!," she called and stopped in front of her mother who crossed her arms.

"Uh huh. And did you pack everything you need for a journey that could take days or even weeks to complete?"

"YEP!"

"Uh huh. Extra clothes?"

"Yes."

"Hygiene products?"

"Yes."

"Extra poke balls?"

"Yes!"

"What about food? That mini first aid kit? You PHONE?"

"MUM!!" Gloria puffed her cheeks out in a pout. "YES!! Can I PLEASE go now!? Leon's here!!"

...Her mom gave a smile. "Alright. But not before you give me a good bye hug, young lady." Gloria happily abliged and you smiled at the sight before she pulled away and patted her daughter's head. "You be safe out there ok? Don't forget to call me every so often. And say hi to dear Leon for me, alright?"

Gloria nodded and turned to you once she noticed you there with the back pack slung over your shoulders. "Are you leaving too Y/n?"

"Um..Yes. I remembered what I was traveling for. I was actually on my way to watch the Champion's Cup!," you replied and she smiled.

"Really? Wow! That's amazing but it's still pretty far off considering they have to give everyone time to complete the journey to get the gym badges. What are you gonna do in the meantime?"

You shrugged. That was a fair question. "I guess I'm going to travel around for a bit until then." After all there wasn't really anything for you to do in the meantime til then. And you shouldn't interfere in the events of the game just in case. You couldn't risk altering the events or Gloria's chances of becoming Champion herself.

"Hey! Why don't you come with me!?," she suggested and you blinked, "You seem like a cool person! And anyone who can make me laugh at Raihan is totally cool in my books!"

"ME! T-Travel with you?"

"Why not? I was planning on traveling with Victor or Hop, but considering Victor's already traveling and Hop might go a different path on his way to get the gym badges it could be fun to travel with someone! It'll be fun! Please Mum?!" She turned to her mother who hummed and glanced at you after seeing Gloria's smile. "If I travel with someone then you don't have to worry about me being alone! And Y/n is good. I can tell! And I've never ever been wrong before following my gut!"

She hummed again. "Well...It's true you were never wrong before..and Y/n's been nothing but a polite person." You were nervous as she rose a brow in thought. "And if you weren't alone I would feel better.....Oh. Alright. But at the first sign of trouble you call me immediately and get help."

"YES!! I promise, Mum! THANK YOU!! Not only am I starting my first journey but I got my own traveling buddy before I even start too!" She fist pumped. "Sucessful Jounrney to be champion is a go!!"

Wow. You didn't remember Gloria being so pumped up and energetic in game, but again, you shouldn't interfere so should you even go???....Well, it would be better to watch just to be sure thing's would progress like in game, and this way you wouldn't just aimlessly be walking around until you did go home.

"I....I guess I'm going with you then," you nervously smiled.

"YES!! Trust me you won't regret it! NOW!!" She pointed towards the door. "Onwards to Hop's house and to Leon! You'll love him! He's like the nicest, most chillest guy ever!...Even if he does have a bad sense of direction."

She smiled and went to the door and opened it, you following behind but stopping and glancing at Gloria's mother for a moment. "Hey..Um..I j-just wanted to say thanks f-f-for everything, Ma'am. I really, really appreciate it!"

Her mother smiled. "Not to worry. I know it must be difficult to lose everything to a pokemon. I feel the same way everytime Munchy chews up and destroys something of mine. You just take care and good luck to you on your journey."

You smiled before inhaling and exhaling and turning to the door. You had one goal ahead of you know. Travel with Gloria and help her succeed in becoming Champion no matter what. And get home...Easier said than done.

#piers x reader #reader x piers #pokemon swsh #pokemon piers #reader #pokemon piers x reader

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billiejs · 3 years

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Three times the boys are blown away by pop culture and new technologies (and one time when Julie can’t resist the 90s)

Julie and the Phantoms, Julie/Luke, the timelines are not super accurate but bear with me, 1.9k

ALEX is obsessed with the Harry Potter books

Luke checks his phone again for the seventh time in the past ten minutes, his guitar hanging from his shoulders.

“DUDE!” He shouts out, eyebrows furrowed. “Are you gonna join us or what? We were supposed to start rehearsing half an hour ago!”

Alex’s head peeks from the loft: he’s laying on the pavement beside the sofa, and his eyes are barely visible from behind a battered copy of a book.

Julie sighs. Luke looks ready to blow Alex off, but she’s pretty sure it’ll make no difference.

“I’m sorry! I’m nearly finished with this chapter, I swear!” Alex turns a page, eyes glued to the book.

“You said that three chapters ago!” Luke’s eyes bulge out and he turns to Julie, pointing frantically upwards. “Is he serious? Are you serious?”

Julie opens her mouth, but she’s not sure of what to say. Alex has been like that for the past three days.

“Hey guys,” Reggie strides in, an open bag of Doritos in one hand and an aura of complete calm around him. Julie hadn’t even noticed he’d left. “Here Luke, you look nervous. Have some of these.”

Luke looks at Julie, then at Reggie, then he shoves his hand in the bag of chips and starts munching angrily on a handful of Doritos.

“Hey, ‘lex!” Reggie happily calls out. “Want some Doritos?”

“Not now, I’m reading!”

“IT SHOULD BE, NOT NOW I’M PLAYING!”

“Luke, calm down.” Julie pleads, “He’s about to finish the book anyway.”

“Whatcha reading, Alex?” Reggie calls out to the loft.

“It’s those damn Harry Potter things.” Luke seethes. “It’s like he can’t stop reading, he’s obsessed! Am I the only one who remembers we have a gig in four days?”

Reggie nods sympathetically at Luke.

“Yeah man. But that’s a really cool story, I watched the films with Carlos last week,” Reggie mimics a brain explosion. “I was mind blown. Hey Alex, which one are you reading?”

“Half-Blood Prince.” Alex replies, “And I’m almost done so…”

“Ohhh that’s a good one. Did you already get to the part where Dumbledore dies?”

A stunned silence falls over the studio.

“Oh, boy.” Julie covers her face with her hands. A heavy rumble of footsteps announces Alex’s descent from the loft: his hair is sticking in weird directions and his eyes are bloodshot. He looks at Reggie like he’s ready to murder him.

“Dumbledore what now?” Alex hisses, stepping forward.

“Dies. Snape kills him. Were you there yet?”

Alex points his drumstick at Reggie’s face like it’s a magic wand.

“NO, I WAS NOT!” Alex shouts. “HOW COULD YOU, REGGIE?”

Before either Julie or Luke can do anything to stop him, Alex throws himself at Reggie and they both roll around the floor, trying to get on top of each other. Julie slips an arm around Luke’s waist to give him a comforting squeeze.

“We’re not going to get anything done today if we let them do this.” She reminds him. Reggie is currently smacking Alex with a throw pillow and Luke observes attentively.

“Just a little more. Alex deserved it.”

LUKE adores School of Rock

“Your boyfriend,” Alex comes into the kitchen with his hands on his hips and glares at Julie, “Is a hypocrite.”

Julie, on her tiptoes to reach a jar of strawberry jam on the top shelf, just stares back.

“Be a little less specific, will you?”

“Come see for yourself.” Alex grabs her by the hand and pulls her all the way to the studio, where Luke is currently busy playing a guitar solo kneeling on the floor, hair drenched in sweat.

“NO YOU’RE NOT HARDCORE,” he shouts, “UNLESS YOU LIVE HARDCORE!”

“Ah,” Julie stands back and enjoys the show. “Luke, have you been watching School of Rock again?”

“No,” Luke lies, smiling like Julie’s just brought the sun back after a dark winter. “Maybe?”

Julie purses her lips, smiling. She gets why Luke identifies so much with that movie. Jack Black’s love for rock music and the whole ‘stick it to the Man’ talk are all Luke is about.

“You got mad at me for wanting to read Harry Potter instead of playing…” Alex accuses.

“But I am playing.” Luke protests, his fingers sliding on his guitar to play a riff that Julie’s pretty sure he’s stealing from Hendrix.

“Not our music!” Alex protests. “And before you even think about suggesting it, no, we’re not going to dress up in school uniforms for our next gig.”

“You would rock a skirt, though.” Reggie points out.

“I would,” Alex flips his hair out, “And knee socks too. But can we please get to practicing now?”

“It’s just, such a good story,” Luke tells Julie in a dreamy tone later that evening, while he’s splayed out in the garden squinting at the sky. There’s way too much light pollution to see any stars though. “I mean, the guy has a dream, and not only he manages to stay true to himself despite everyone going against him, he also inspires younger kids to do the same!”

“Yeah, I know,” Julie laughs, petting Luke’s head in her lap. “You see yourself in him.”

“I do,” Luke grins. “But I’m much better looking.”

Julie lightly pulls at the hair on the back of his neck.

“And people think Reggie is the vain one…”

Luke laughs, nestling more comfortably against her touch. Ever since they’ve become human again, he can’t seem to get enough.

“You know what I was thinking…” he begins, tentatively.

“No.”

“You didn’t even let me speak.”

“I already know what you’re going to say.”

Luke sits up, making puppy eyes at her.

“Come on, Jules! It would be epic!”

Julie sighs, taking Luke’s hands in hers and looking him straight into his eyes.

“No, Luke. You’re not stage diving at our next gig.”

REGGIE can’t get enough of Siri

“Guys, I think something is wrong with Reggie.” Julie announces nervously, twisting her hands as she walks into the living room. Alex and Luke are sprawled in front of the Tv and don’t look half as worried as she thinks they should.

“And you’re only noticing this now?” Alex arches his eyebrows, unbothered.

“I’m serious, guys! Come see!”

Julie guides them upstairs to the room that’s become Reggie’s, and they all peek from the semi-closed door.

“Hey, Siri,” they hear Reggie say, “Does anyone ever ask you, like, how are you?”

“I’m fine, thank you. Helping you makes me happy.”

“That’s very nice, thanks Siri.” Reggie sighs happily, kicking his feet up on his bed. “You never judge me, even when I asked you what a wi-fey was.”

“I don’t know what a wi-fey is. Were you looking for Wi-Fi?”

“I was!” Reggie slaps himself in the forehead. “You get me so well. Here, play our song Stand Tall, it’s one of my favorites.”

“Now playing: Stand Tall, by Julie and the Phantoms on Spotify.”

Outside in the corridor, Julie gestures frantically towards the room.

“See what I mean?” She whispers, “That can’t possibly be okay.”

“Think he feels a little lonely?” Alex scratches the back of his head.

“I mean, he’s basically using Siri as a therapist so…”

“I think you’re overreacting,” Luke shrugs. “He’s always liked robots. Siri is basically a talking computer, Reggie digs that stuff.

Another happy sigh from Reggie as the song ends has them all listening intently.

“So, this is one of the new songs. Sometimes I think to the fact that I actually died and lost my whole family and it’s a bit much, you know what I mean? I would like to find my parents, I think.”

“Here are all the results I found for ‘parents’”

“Wait, you can do that?” Reggie sits up on his bed, his mouth hanging open. “I thought you could only call the pizza guys!”

“Calling: pizza guy.”

“Siri, you’re a blessing!” Reggie is enraptured. “I was feeling sad and you call pizza! It’s like you can read my mind!”

“He shouldn’t be talking to Siri when he feels sad,” Julie hisses. Alex has sort of caught onto her concerns, but Luke merely giggles.

“I bet he’s going to call the milkshake place next.”

“Siri,” Reggie says as soon as he’s placed his pizza order, “Can we call Gordon’s Milkshack next? I have a craving for a chocolate banana shake.”

“Called it!”

(Bonus: JULIE discovers the Spice Girls)

Luke knows that one of Julie’s favorite parts of hanging out with them is introducing new technologies and pop culture wonders for the Millennials and Gen Z experience; she does this thing where she tilts her head to the right while she watches them discover something new and has a cute little smile Luke can’t get tired of seeing.

He’s tried to do the same for her, but it seems that she already knows everything about the early 90’s.

Except one day, he’s walking into the studio a little earlier than usual and finds it occupied by a Julie like he’s never seen her before, flailing her arms around and shaking her hips to the beat of a sugary pop song he knows all too well.

“If you wanna be my lover…”

Luke slaps a hand on his mouth and hides behind the door, watching Julie belt out Scary’s rap verse in perfect time. When the song ends, he comes out of his hiding spot with a cheek-splitting grin.

“That was amazing!”

“Luke!” Julie’s cheeks are blazing, but Luke can’t tell if it’s embarrassment or rage. Probably both.

“Before you say anything,” Luke holds up his hands, “I was here for only a minute, but you rocked every single second of it.”

“Yeah, I like the Spice Girls, okay?” Julie nervously twists her hair into a ponytail and refuses to look him in the eyes. “I was going through a playlist and it came up, it’s good fun!”

“Hey, no judgment!” Luke laughs, cupping her heated cheek in his hand and pulling her forward or a quick kiss. “You’re almost seventeen now, basically an adult. You can listen to whatever you want.”

Julie smiles against his lips and kisses him again, humming the melody of Wannabe as he does.

“Good thing your friends love me,” Luke laughs.

“We have the same friends, I’m not sure it counts.”

Reggie and Alex choose that very moment to barge in, as if they’d been summoned.

“Practice time!” Reggie announces, pinching Luke’s waist and sneaking out of reach immediately. “No more love-birding here.”

Alex reaches Julie’s laptop that’s still plugged into the sound system.

“Oh, let’s see what your love tunes are…”

“NO!” Julie’s horrified shout comes too late, because Alex is already doubled over laughing.

Luke leaves her to shout about privacy while Say you’ll be there blasts over the speakers.

“I’ll be right back guys.” He says, stepping out of the studio. He’s got an idea and there’s no time to waste.

Luke fishes his phone from his pocket and scans through his contact list. Reggie’s right: these touch screen thingies are pretty cool after all.

“What do you want?” A shrill, annoyed voice comes up from the other end of the line.

“Hello to you too, Carrie,” Luke smiles through the phone.

“Is Julie sick? Did she find out about the surprise party? Is this why you’re calling?” Carrie’s tone sounds accusatory, and Luke just knows that there is no way he’ll ever be able to get along with her. She is the spawn of his traitor ex bandmate after all.

“No, but that’s why I’m calling you.” He explains, “How would Dirty Candy like to become Julie’s favorite performance of the party?”

There’s a pause.

“I’m listening.”

Luke grins. He’s about to win the best-boyfriend-in-the-universe award.

“I hope you’re ready to Spice it up, Carrie.”

_______________________________________________ Thank you for reading! I know the Spice Girls are late 90s so the boys wouldn’t really know them, but bear with me. Feel free to drop a prompt in my askbox if you’d like! More minifics (x)

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #juke #jukebox #jatp minific #not that mini actually but alas #my fics #juke fics #jatp fanfic

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hiuythn · 4 years

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do u have any krbk fics that u can rec? any favorites of urs! ☺️

you’re in luck bc i just made a rec list for a friend so i have this ready for you

also i’ve got over 200 krbk bookmarks on ao3 so feel free to check that out if you finish this rec list.

all (except one) of these are completed. they're in no particular order. i tried to find ones that are less known, bc idk how much you've read but i'm assuming all the popular ones are familiar to you. happy reading! 💖💖💖

Inevitable - Legendaerie - 8k - mature CLASSIC 'bkg thinks they've been together and kiri thinks he's still pining' TROPE. it's INCOMPREHENSIBLE to me why this doesn't have more fucking kudos!!! why!!!

Tiny Truths - Quirk Archivist (OneHitWondersAnonymous) - 4k - teen bkg gets de-aged. kid him reveals sth to class 1a, more imptly, to KIRI, abt some ideas about what it means to open a hero agency together. it's super adorable!!

Punch My Mouth with Your Mouth - QuestCat44 - 4k - teen bkg spars with deku more bc OfA is acting up and he's the only one in the know. kiri gets jealous but he's so good-natured that his jealousy is only bc he misses sparring/spending time with bkg. BKG, on the other hand, is worried kiri is mad for different reasons asdkjfhasdhfa

all according to keikaku........... - carolinaa - 8k - teen the title should already tell you how good this is. I LOVE JEALOUSY FICS WHEN THEY'RE MORE FUNNY THAN ANGSTY AND THIS IS SO FUNNY. kiri gets tired of deku being a pussy around todo and decides to flirt with todo to get deku jealous enough to do sth about it. bkg and todo are both horrified for VERY different reasons DHADSKDFHJS

doll me up - shizuumi151 - 6k - gen kiri gets turned into a doll by a kid's quirk and no one knows. bkg still ends up caring for him :’)

These Words Are Ours - deviance - 2k - teen soulmate au but bkg figures who's going to say his words before it happens, and honestly that's kind of the point. he's not the type to fall in love at first sight. he MAKES the choice to love kiri and that, my friends, is my kind of soulmate au.

all good things need sunshine - shizuumi151 - 3k - teen FLORIST KIRI. BKG WANTS A BOUQUET THAT SAYS 'FUCK YOU'

Flour Power - WingSongHalo - 26k - teen KRBK HAVE TO TAKE CARE OF A BAG OF FLOUR AND PRETEND IT'S THEIR BABY

feedback loop - bigstupidjellyfish - 1k - teen PRO HERO BKG GETS THROWN BACK IN TIME FOR A BIT AND MEETS MIDDLE SCHOOL KIRI AND HE'S SO SOFT TO HIM ASDFHKASDFJ. i am a big fan of bkg being a fan of kiri. i can't get ENOUGH OF IT. can someone give me more fics like this

mixed signals - bigstupidjellyfish - 2k -teen a short 'what if' fic where kiri and bkg went to the same middle school. bkg's still an ass but kiri's still his equal it seems, and is just as good as handling him as ever

Trash Goblin Finds Love - wrunic - 4k - teen COFFEE SHOP AU. BARISTA KIRI GETS SICK ONE TIME AND BKG MAKES HIM SOUP AND FORCES KIRI'S COWORKER TO DELIVER IT ASDJHFS

Dreaming of a White Mocha Christmas - let_me_wander - 8k - teen ANOTHER COFFEE SHOP AU. BARISTA KIRI AND HIS FAV CUSTOMER ;) GET SNOWED IN

Something Warm - let_me_wander - 15k - teen YES FOLKS IT'S A A A ANOTHER COFFEE SHOP FIC, THAT'S RIGHT!! BARISTA BKG THIS TIME. also kr is in a band and writes a song for bkg asdfhksjd

Kneel - deviance - 7k - explicit idk if you wanted explicit stuff but this is pretty light sub stuff, they're not even properly together at the beginning, and there isn’t sex til the end. i just liked how kiri is the only one bkg would rely on for sth this private, and it's more emotional than it is sexual?

Everyone Knows That Cats Are Independent - PurplePersnickety - 39k - teen YET. ANOTHER. COFFEE SHOP AU. but also?? daemons?? katsuki's got a lionness, and kiri has a...i'll let you find out. anyway they become closer and closer and closer and the flirting is so fucking excruciatingly obvious but cute and sdkjfhasdjs it's such a queer experience like 'is he...no he cant be...but what if he did like me - no that's not possible. but what if?' and they get so domestic sometimes i swear i'm about to puke from how cute it is. this is my fav coffee shop au ngl

Broken Bridges - DeathBelle - 68k - explicit plot fic!! krbk loses touch after gradutation. kiri comes back from korea and starts to work together with bkg, dealing with a series of murders and MAN the action is 👌 easy to follow but it hits all the beats, has that Flow. krbk being a power couple will never get old!!

Of Ghosts and other Inaccurate Things - chezka - 56k - gen pretty sure you've seen this one around but STILL. BKG FALLING FOR 'GHOST' KIRI IS BEST. this au really takes FULL COMPLETE advantage of the fact that krbk CANNOT TOUCH and the yearning practically astral-projected me back into the my past life when i was a dung beetle that got crushed under the foot of an elephant. it hurt, basically. but it hurt so good. JUST LET BKG HUG KIRI!!! happy ending ofc.

Catching Bees - MonocerosRex - 2k - teen bkg has to pay his classmates compliments. class 1a hijinks. the krbk in this is short but it made me squeal sdhfkakjl

i'm going to the forest to kick my own ass - WannabeMarySue - 5k - teen TODO PRANKS BKG BUT UNLUCKY FOR HIM BKG IS COMPETITIVE AND ACTUALLY LEARNS SOMETHING

Hair Care 101 - overlymetaromantic - 7k - gen ASDHFASDFHAJKS KIRI MEETS BKG'S MOM BY ACCIDENT AND GETS HAIR HELP AND THEY TALK ABOUT BKG AND IT'S SO. CUTE. AND THEN BKG DYES KR'S HAIR IN THE SECOND CHAPTER AND THEY'RE SO BLUSHY AND SWEET I CAN'T!!

Sometimes We Fall in the Dark - timetoboldlygo - 16k - teen BKG TAKING PHOTOS OF THINGS FOR THERAPY. YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT HOW YOU PHOTOGRAPH THINGS YOU TREASURE 👀👀👀

Corn Chip - smol_bird - 23k - teen I DONT FUCKIGN KNOW WHY THIS DOESN'T HAVE MORE KUDOS. IT'S LITERALLY SO GOOD. DEMON KIRI IS JOKINGLY SUMMONED BY BKG AND FRIENDS. THEY FALL IN LOVE. KIRI HAS TO LEAVE. BKG IS DETERMINED NOT TO LET THAT HAPPEN. HAPPY ENDING. WHAT ELSE COULD YOU ASK FOR

'cause i love you for infinity - multiclassmaps - 23k - teen SDHFADSJFASD DEMON AU AGAIN. THIS TIME IT'S KIRI THAT DOES THE SUMMONING. BUT WHY DOES BKG SEEM SO FAMILIAR??? WHAT CAN KIRI DO TO MAKE HIM STAY??

to the beat of your heart - drifting_i - 8k - gen BAND AU. KIRI WORKS AT A RESTAURANT AND SOMEHOW BEFRIENDS DRUMMER BKG AND BKG'S BAND CAN'T BELIEVE THAT KIRI GETS AWAY WITH HALF THE SHIT BKG ALLOWS HIM TO

Playing Favorites - vaporeon_ninja - 2k - gen AKSDJFHJADHFKA BKG GETS CALLED OUT ON HIS KIRI FAVOURITISM

(Not Quite) Proposal - imatrisarahtops - 783 - teen DRUNK BKG IS SAPPY WITH HIS BOYF

something worth remembering - bbuggs - 1k - teen DRUNK BKG AGAIN!!! THIS TIME HE DOESN'T REMEMBER KIRI IS HIS HUSBAND AND HE'S SO DISTRAUGHT ABOUT KIRI BEING TAKEN SDFJHSK

A Dragon's Hoard - chezka - 10k - teen kiri gets turned into a dragon bc of a quirk. LOVE HOW DRAGON KIRI STILL LIKES BKG BEST

Love Notes - PurplePersnickety - 5k - teen LOVE NOTES BKG LEAVES LOVE NOTES FOR KIRI IT'S SO SWEET

Define: Oblivious - PurplePersnickety - 45k - teen this is the second part to Love Notes, it's still updating BUT PLEASE CHECK IT OUT TOO BC KIRI DOES STH SO BADASS DURING PRACTICAL TRAINING I LOVE HIM I REREAD THIS NOW AND THEN JUST FOR HOW COOL HE IS IN THAT ONE CHAPTER. also the steady, careful way krbk define their relationship and bkg's demisexuality is so sweet, so good.

The Hard Easy - dirtbag - 4k - teen this one is pretty popular but i still gotta mention it bc. kissing lessons. KISSING LESSONS!!! i love how eagar bkg is askdfhks

Kitsune's Pride - kytrin, Mslead - 147k - explicit okay this was A DOOZY like i???? the plot???? the time travel and the oni and kitsune stuff???? bkg and kiri being badasses??? bkg wanting the best for kiri and angrily supporting him??? this was the first time i kept up to date with a fic when it was still updating and commenting every chapte,r i was so hooked. and ALSO like the authors have written SO MUCH more longfics like this like they have NOVELS and i REALLY rec you check them out like....bro idk how they do they have so much out already and i think and they're updating two more rn and i'm. their bitch tbh

Burden of Proof - kytrin, Mslead - 153k - explicit OK ONE MORE REC FOR THESE AUTHORS. burden of proof is so. so fcukign good. i have adhd and these guys have never one lost me even tho their fics are upwards of 60k. this fic has dragons, it has plot, it has growth and healing and found families and i WISH i could write sth this intricate.

Burger Kings - plantegg - 5k - teen stupid teenage boys being stupid. kiri blackmails bkg into going on a date asjdfhkdsjfakd

Worth a Thousand Words - awareoftheconcept - 43k - teen SDKJFHASKH THIS IS A GUILTY PLEASURE OF MINE I KNOW THE LACK OF COMMUNICATION TROPE IS OVERUSED BUT I CAN'T HELP FALL FOR ANGSTY KIRI AND OMG THE CONFRONTATION SCENE AT THE END IS SO. SO. SO MOVIE-ESQUE I HATE HOW LAME I AM. basically everyone thinks bkg is dating camie asdkjfhskd

Day 6: Fandom - PullingAllMighters, SweetBrew - 9k - mature bkg and kiri don't know each other until they're pro heros and only bc they start a competition to see who's better and they go to each other's signings undercover and develop crushes on each other and deku is an enABLER ASHAHAJFS

Scales Ain't The Same As Feathers - Julietwasanidiot - 2k - gen GOD THIS IS SO CUTE BABY BKG "FINDERS KEEPERS" A BABY DRAGON KIRI SKDHFHD but he thinks kiri is a chicken

Charades - orphan_account - 4k - teen this is just soft....game night....at one point bkg acts out a really romantic word for charades and he's EMBARRASSED SDJFHA. also kiri falls asleep on him and there's some hair stroking....soft...

Cranky-rishima - PurplePersnickety - 29k - teen kirishima is the one with nightmares in this one and he gets CRANKY and BKG has to be the one to reach out and i thought that was such a fresh reversal loved it

No Secrets to Success - kingdoms - 7k - teen THIS IS MY FAV!! MY ABSOLUTE FAV JUST BC I LOVE IT WHEN FICS MAKE PEOPLE GAPE IN AWE FROM HOW SOFT BKG IS WITH KIRI. also krbk forming their relationship outside of school in this au was so??? sweet??? it's just them hanging out together. ALSO KIRI IS SO GOOD AT POKING BKG'S BUTTONS ASJDFHASK

Built to Fall - bigstupidjellyfish - 68k - explicit pro heros fic. they had a bad breakup in third year and oh god the angst is QUALITY. DW THEY TOTALLY MAKE UP AND IT'S SO FCKN WORTH IT. bkg also got therapy so he’s a little more stable as an adult lol

A Name That You'll Remember - heronfem - 33k - mature bkg is a fail!villain. he fell in with the wrong crowd when he was younger. he doesn't actually do anything wrong. in fact, all of his 'crimes' are generally stopped by kiri and somehow all end up exposing corruption anyway, so he's actually helping. kids love bkg. he always makes sure they're safe before he robs a jewelry store or sth. somehow kiri ends up flirting with him in all their fights and bkg has no idea what to make of him. the public can't get enough of them

strawberry mango sweet - redriotinggg - 9k - teen it's just a really sweet smoothie shop au!!! it's good reliable fluff!! what else can you ask for!!

cultivating something so divine - redriotinggg - 10k - teen redriotinggg yet again, i love this au, it's vet!au and kiri is so good at loving animals that bkg hires him and they fall in love and it's also got some competency porn, as in krbk are hella good at their job like power couple ayy

Tension Reduction - acernor - 10k - explicit Kirishima is a massage therapist and Bakugo needs help relaxing.

Mistletoe? Mistletoe. - Tearsaresalty - 2k - teen class 1a keeps making bkg kiss kiri and neither of them really mind wow i wonder why 🙄

#sdfjakjsdfsk ok i hope this tides you over #kiribaku #fic rec #bnha #💖💖💖#ask #Anonymous

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pricetagofficial · 4 years

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The Archer -T.D.

So decided to post the first bit of my Tim Drake fic on here to see what you all think, this is not a reader insert sorry but I hold Rory Queen very close to my heart. I hope you all will love her as much as I do.

Part Two

Warnings: Language, blood, sexual content and probably more. These warnings are for the entire fic, not just this part.

Word count: 1.9k

Tags: @catxsnow (Just let me know if you want to be put in the tags)

Preface

All Aurora could see was gray. Grey ash, grey concrete amongst the dead bodies covered in the grey. Glancing down, she caught sight of two familiar figures. Getting to her feet, Rory ran as fast as her 11-year-old legs could carry her. Falling to her knees, her tiny hands tried to lift the slabs of concrete off the people buried underneath.

"Help!" she screamed. "Somebody help me!"

Rory's arms were seconds away from giving out when two large, muscular arms arrived and began to lift the concrete with her. What she saw underneath only confirmed her worst fears. Letting out a scream of anguish, Rory's eyes met with the lifeless gaze of her parents.

Desperate for any form of comfort, Rory collapsed into the green-clad hero who helped uncover her parents. She felt his strong arms wrap around her in a comforting embrace.

"Hey Green, we need yo-" The voice of a woman was cut off, the sight broke her heart. The Green Arrow was sat on his knees, holding a little girl who was grieving over the sight of her dead parents.

Green Arrow looked up at his wife and partner. "Canary, help me get her back to base." he said, his own voice strained from holding back sobs. Black Canary gave him a nod, walking over and taking the young girl into her arms.

Green Arrow rose to his feet. "I'll help Red finish up here. Get her out." he ordered.

Black Canary gave him yet another nod and began to walk to her bike. "Can you tell me your name sweetheart?" she asked the sobbing child.

"A-Aurora. But I like Rory more." she responded, hiccuping at the end.

"Aurora? That's a beautiful name." Rory looked up at the beautiful woman carrying her.

"Really?" she asked. "My best friend used to say the same thing."

"Well, your best friend is very smart." The two of them arrived to Black Canary's bike and she gently set the girl down. "I'm going to need you to hold on, can you do that for me?"

Aurora gave her a nod and let the woman place a slightly larger helmut on her head, fastening it tight. Once Rory was ready, Canary set her on the bike and climbed on behind her, keeping the girl close to her chest. Revving up her bike, the two of them took off for the Arrow Cave.

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Chapter One

9 Years Later

"Was that supposed to hurt?" The Grey Arrow pulled the mugger's knife out of her shoulder and flipped it around in her hand with a wide grin on her face. Stumbling, the mugger dropped the girl and began to back away. Grey Arrow, knelt to help up the poor girl and the man took this as his chance to escape.

"Where do you think you're off to?" she asked, throwing the already bloody knife into his thigh making him fall to the floor with a cry of pain. Before he could even get the chance to stand up, Grey Arrow put her foot on his chest pinning him to the floor.

"Alright! I give up! Take me in!" he cried.

The grin didn't leave her face as she gripped the knife hanging from his thigh. "I want you to apologize to the lady first," she demanded, the man groaning in pain.

"The hell I will!" he countered. Grey Arrow only turned the knife in his thigh, making him scream in pain.

"I said, apologize." She demanded once again, her voice dropping to a dangerous tone that the criminals of Star City knew all to well.

"Arrow, I don't nee-" the girl started.

"He will apologize, it's considered good manners." Grey Arrow seethed, twisting the knife further.

The man let out a blood curdling scream, "Alright! Fine, I'll apologize!" he cried. At this, Grey Arrow stilled her hand.

"We're waiting."

"I'm sorry! God, I'm sorry! Now let me go!"

Grey Arrow released her grip on the knife, and got to her feet. "That wasn't so hard, now was it?" she asked.

"Fuck you." he spat, gripping his bleeding thigh.

Grey Arrow punched him, knocking the man out. "In your dreams." Then she turned to the girl behind her, staring at her in bewilderment.

"Call the police." She ordered, the girl picked up her phone and began dialing quickly. "Also, don't mention me if you don't mind." and with that, Grey Arrow took off for her bike, hidden a few blocks down.

Dropping down from the fire escape, she landed on her bike gracefully and revved it to life the sleek, black vehicle humming underneath her. Blowing some stray hair out of her face, she took off for Queen Manor.

Pulling into the underside, Aurora Sonnet-Queen removed her domino mask, her brown eyes scanning across the Arrow Cave. Swinging her leg up and off the bike, Rory made her way to her case and out her mask and weapons away safely.

The Arrow Cave had been quiet ever since Roy left to join the Outlaws with his other best friend; Jackson Rod or whatever along with a few of their other mutual friends and old flames of Rory's. If her memory served her right, and she was always right, there was only one person on the team that she hadn't met and it was Jackson.

Grabbing some gauze, Rory untied her chest piece and let it fall to her waist still wearing a black razor top underneath. The stab wound on her shoulder wasn't bad, but it did need to be doctored. Lucky for her, Oliver and Dinah taught her how to apply first aid.

Dressing the wound was not a painful as she thought it would be, it just required cleaning and a couple of homemade stitches. Once she finished, Rory slid the rest of her suit off and hung it up in her display case. Taking her glance to the left, she saw not only her Arrowette suit, but her White Arrow suit.

Every time she laid her eyes on this suit, Rory felt a pang in her chest longing for the girl she used to be. But she could never be that girl again. Turning away, she made her way to the stairs that led up to the mansion. The second she entered the main lobby, there was a yell across the mansion.

"Aurora James Queen! My study now!"

Something told Rory that Oliver found out about something she did and that was never good news.

Normally, Oliver and Rory had a great relationship, but this last year was hard on her. Aurora used to be the White Arrow; the symbol of hope and pure goodness in Star City. But everything was different now.

Rory was now the Grey Arrow and preferred to work alone. Oliver, Dinah and especially Roy hated that she pushed them all away. Roy had been her best friend for years now and she trusted him more than anyone, except for the fact that she refused to work with him now and it was for his own safety.

What could Oliver had found out this time? Truth be told Rory didn't hold many secrets from Oliver, just the ones she knew that he would not agree or approve of. Slowly creaking the door open, Rory saw both Oliver and Dinah waiting her. Now she knew that whatever this was about, it was bad.

Hey Oli, what's up?" she asked, her signature smile gracing her face.

"What's up? Why don't you ask the three comatose thugs you put in the hospital last night?" he frowned, crossing his arms.

Well, there could be worse he found out about. Rory moved and sat in the chair across from him. "They were rapists Oli, they're lucky that I didn't castrate and leave them for dead." she said sternly, her gaze not breaking from Oliver's.

Oliver's eyes didn't break their gaze either. It seemed that her was searching for any sense of remorse let alone any emotion but all he saw was nothing. That's what worried him and Dinah the most. Rory seemed to have no form of emotion any more other than rage and her usual sarcasm.

"Aurora, you can't keep going on like this. One day you're going to take it too far and you won't be able to come back from it." Dinah said, moving to kneel next her seat.

Rory avoided Dinah's gaze, knowing full well that she could convince her to do anything with just one look.

"In case you both forgot, I did cross that line. Looks like I am just fine." she snapped, not taking her gaze off Oliver.

"That's the thing, you aren't fine. We adopted you, raised you and brought you into this world of crime fighting. Of course we can tell when you are not fine and you haven't been fine since out last encounter with Slade."

Hearing that name set Rory's heart on fire. Memories flooded her mind of all the dead bodies, including her parents. Absentmindedly, her hand traced the thin golden brand on her wrist. The last gift her father had given her mother for their last anniversary.

"This is why you can't stay here."

Rory's eyes narrowed. "What, so you're going to kick out your daughter out?"

"No, you are going to be staying with a friend from the league for a while."

Rory let out a groan. "Oh please tell me that it's not the golden boy, Superman." she threw her head back. "I can't do his boy scout attitude."

Dinah tried to hide her laugh, "No, Clark is not who you are staying with dear."

"Then where would I be staying?" Rory asked, looking at her adoptive mother.

"You are going to Gotham City to stay with Bruce Wayne. Dinah and I think that if anyone can help you overcome the darkness in your heart, it would be the Dark Knight himself." Oliver explained. "Even Roy agrees with us. He is just as worried about you."

"You're sending me to Gotham? Oli, did Merlyn hit you too hard last week? The crime rate in Gotham is worse. You really think that this will help?" she countered. "Besides, do you not remember the last time I saw Bruce? I kicked his ass and bleached his cape."

"Yes, I remember. It still baffles me that you managed to bleach his bat cape. But Bruce agrees, he thinks you might be able to learn something from him and his family. All of them have been trained since a young age too." Oliver said, his gaze not faltering.

Letting out a sigh, Rory nodded. "All right fine, when do I leave?"

Both Oliver and Dinah decided that it was best if only one of them flew Rory down to Gotham, Star City still needed a hero and they were not stupid enough to let her go on her own either. The good news was that the flight was only 8 hours long, even though Rory hated flying. The last time she flew, it was not in a plane.

The Justice League's resident golden boy decided that it was a good idea to fly her across Star City. Supes was in town to help Oliver on a case when Count Vertigo attacked the hospitals. Just remembering that day sent shivers down her spine, making Oliver take notice.

"Everything okay?" he asked.

Rory nodded, "Yeah, just glad that there is no one in Gotham can fly. Right?" she asked. Oliver laughed at her question.

"No one I know of can fly in Gotham." His statement set Rory at east as she finally relaxed into her seat.

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caffeineivore · 3 years

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For @apsaraqueen

This was written as cheerupemofic for BAMF a few weeks-ish ago, I think? Never got around to posting it but here it goes. Somewhat experimental R/J. Some angst but... it’s, uh, for BAMF? So. Yeah.

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“Love is so short, forgetting is so long.” - Pablo Neruda

The Moon is beautiful and stately, all marble palaces and graceful domes, but leached of colour in an eerie wash of silvery white. Jikokuten takes a knee in the throne room and looks askance at the royals, for even they blend into this ghostly dream-world with their pearlescent gowns and platinum locks. The weather and grounds are flawless, not a single leaf or stone out of place. It’s almost too perfect-- ominously so-- and to one whose kingdom only dons white for mourning, it’s jarring.

And then he sees the High Queen’s court file in, the warrior princesses of legend, flanking the throne two by two, and there she is, a spot of scarlet in the sea of white. Ebony hair and auspicious red skirts, eyes like the twilight sky before it turns full dark. He blinks, and his heart stutters.

II.

The sheep are languishing in the heat, and getting leaner by the day with nothing but dry brush to eat, and Jochi coaxes some of his own water onto the littlest and weakest of the lambs. It’s foolish, and more than likely the little animal would die anyway, too malnourished to survive the drought which had blighted the steppes this summer. His father had always railed at him for being too soft-hearted, too foolish and un-Mongolian, but a part of Jochi always had perhaps too much sympathy for the foundlings and the weaker ones. There is a nebulous memory, perhaps not his own, of standing up for a boy with eyes like the open sky and a shock of black hair from-- what? He doesn’t quite know.

He hears the sound of hoofbeats-- it is a grand procession, the entourage of one of the Khans, and that is both blessing and curse, for they would surely bring much-needed supplies and victuals if returning from a successful raid, but just as surely would bring death and doom against any interlopers or opposing factions. Jochi’s yellow hair would stand out like a beacon, and so he pulls up his hood despite the summer heat and draws back into the shadows to watch the group. The warriors are fearsome indeed astride their ponies, bows and sabers at the ready. There is an iron-haired Chieftain at the forefront, proud and indomitable with eyes as fierce as a falcon’s. And then right behind him, dwarfed by the stalwarts flanking her, must be the clan’s princess, wearing a fine red dress and ornaments of silver and amber around her neck and atop her raven hair. She’s beautiful, with eyes as fearless as her Sire’s, but more so, something about her face strikes such a pang in Jochi that he forgets himself, and steps forward, right into the path of the procession. He’s knocked senseless not a moment later under the marauding hooves, but he only has eyes for the desert-mirage loveliness of the princess’ face.

III.

Jun doesn’t meet Ru-Yi until the wedding. She’s brought over to his familial estate in a lavish palanquin, amidst loud, raucous music and the rapid pops of firecrackers, and escorted to the altar by the servants to kneel next to his older brother Kai. As the heir apparent, it is imperative that Kai make a good marriage to a wife who would not shame him and brings all the right assets to the match, and Ru-Yi’s father is a very wealthy, powerful man. The newlyweds courtesy to their parents and each other, and then someone lifts the bride’s red veil away from her face, and Jun almost drops his goblet of wine. It is a stunningly elegant face, all cherry lips and willowy brows, but what’s more, though he’s certain he has never met her before, it’s somehow familiar. She, too, seems to feel it, because her eyes linger on his for a moment too long, a thin line of confusion drawing between those brows, before she turns away with a bland smile for the procession of well-wishers.

Despite the many presents of dates and lotus seeds on the wedding day, and, months and years later, the foul-smelling tonics and powders, she never bears Kai any sons, and Jun watches, heart heavy, as Kai takes on one concubine after another, carouses in the brothels night after night, as the lines between Ru-Yi’s brows grow deeper and deeper with cheated joy and thwarted wishes. He doesn’t care if she doesn’t bear any sons, but she’s not his concern-- will never be his concern. There are flowers left on her doorstep in the mornings, still wet with dew and with neither name nor note. It’s poor consolation for both of them, but she’s not his to love.

IV.

The air is arid and far too hot, almost tinged the same turmeric-yellow as the hot sun blazing down overhead. Captain Geoffrey Lindhurst with Her Majesty’s navy had been in India for all of four months, and is still getting accustomed to the local climate, so different from the ever-present London fog. The local food, too, is a far departure from the starchy Sunday roasts and meat pies and puddings of his boyhood, with its exotic spices and bountiful portions. The servants at his bungalow are politely quiet and do their tasks without complaint, but he has the sense that there is far more to their lives and customs than the scant glimpses that he sees now and then.

He’s out taking a walk on a balmy evening, and passes by one of the temples. He knows nothing of the religious beliefs of the locals, with their somewhat-fearsome-looking, animalistic gods with their fiery eyes and six hands and elephant heads, but many of the locals seem quite devout in their faith, praying several times a day and eschewing certain foods in their diets. Even at this late hour, the temple is open for worshippers, its air smoky with incense, and he sees a young woman emerge, clad in the flowing, traditional garments with a gauzy scarf over her dark hair. His gaze meets hers for only a split-second-- light blue to orchid-- but it jolts his system harder than a glass of raw gin. He has no idea who she is, and moreover, everything in his training and upbringing tells him that he has no business dallying with any of the locals. Geoffrey opens his mouth to speak, against everything that he’s known all his life, but she vanishes down one of the narrow paths and disappears into the night before he can say anything, or be quite sure that she wasn’t just an illusion, a trick of the light.

He visits the temple enough in his years stationed here that he gets to learn the local traditions and customs, and indeed become quite familiar with their rituals. But he never sees her again.

The dame walks into his dilapidated hole-in-the-wall of an office on stiletto heels the red of fresh blood. Jack knows trouble when he sees it, and she’s all but radiating it like smoke surrounding a wildfire. “Help you, ma’am?” He keeps his voice brusque and businesslike even as she shrugs off a lustrous black mink stole to reveal crimson silk and fiery diamonds, curves in all the right places. “What brings you to this side of town?”

“I need a private investigator, and they say you’re the best. My driver’s outside, and he’s bigger and meaner than you,” she adds in a snide tone to match the diamond earrings. “My name is Rowena Warrington. Henry Warrington’s daughter.”

The Governor’s daughter has as much business in the seedy part of downtown as he would rubbing shoulders with millionaires in a fancy ballroom. “Don’t you have security, or lawyers, or whatever, to deal with whatever you’re dealing with, Ms. Warrington? This is a bad neighbourhood.”

“And no one’s been able to figure out the truth behind my mother’s death, so here I am.” Presumptuously, she makes herself at home, sitting down in a battered folding metal chair like it’s a throne as she lights a cigarette. “Price is no object, of course.”

“No.”

He won’t be swayed, because this is exactly the type of trouble that he doesn’t want, even though she turns on the wheedle, and later, the tears. He lets her leave in high dudgeon, and shuts the door behind her, and tells himself that his instinct-- one that tells him in no uncertain terms that he’d narrowly escaped a terrible fate-- was spot-on. And he busies himself with the usual mundane work which flows in every day like water through a leaky pot-- fraud cases. Stolen heirlooms. Prisoners on the lam. Cheating spouses.

He reads about the huge, tragic scandal some months later in the paper-- the cover-ups, the blood money, the extortion, the beautiful young woman whose life is tragically cut short because she’d had the audacity to poke her flawless nose where it definitely didn’t belong and wouldn’t take no for an answer, and is shocked at the grief which hits him. He owed her nothing, he tells himself as he broods into his second whiskey. She said herself that her driver was bigger and meaner than him. She should’ve been safe. Should’ve been careful.

Should’ve been protected, with one’s very life.

He throws the newspaper into the fire and watches it curl up into ash as he pours himself another one.

VI.

The busful of unconscious mortals is just where he wants them, of course, and Jadeite goes about the business of collecting their energy, siphoning it for Queen Metallia’s use. It’s rote and routine, but then a flash of scarlet catches his eye, and it’s the miko from the temple at the last bus-stop. Black and white and red all over, and he pauses, kneels down to move a strand of her lustrous black hair out of her face.

“So beautiful. Ever since I’ve seen this girl, there’s something about her…” Something haunting, like a hint of incense smoke that clings to the air or a raven’s feather, black against white pavement, a memory that is-and-isn’t his. With a gentleness that he’s not had cause to employ in a very long time, he carefully shifts her into a more comfortable position, one more like natural sleep than the unconsciousness of a sinister spell, and lingers, unable to tear his eyes away from her exquisite, weirdly familiar face, until the all-too-unfortunate shouts of angry feminine voices tells him that he is not alone, and the Sailor senshi have arrived.

The miko opens her eyes and everything snaps into place a split-second before she transforms and a rage of fire heads for him, and he has but a moment to mouth the word ‘Sorry’, unheard and unacknowledged, before the flame hits in a wall of agony and heat. It’s no more or less than he deserves.

VII

The world is lustrous, glistening crystal, but unlike the Silver Millennium and the Moon Kingdom, the diamond brilliance of the towers bring colours into sharp relief, turning white sunlight into countless prismatic rainbows and reflecting the pale blue of the sky as rich sapphire. Jadeite takes a knee with his compatriots in the throne room and bows his head before the royals-- his King and Queen, united at last. Countless lives had been lived to lead to this-- an entry to a paradise hard-earned.

There she is, still, raven hair and red skirts, and after, when everyone has broken off into their groups, he seeks her out. He has no reason to expect a positive reception, but the words are long overdue, and she has a right to them.

“Lady Mars.” He makes an elaborate leg, as one might have done in a decadent court in the era of gilt and Rococo. She raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t storm away or glare, and that’s something.

“No need to stand on ceremony, Lord Jadeite. We’ve met before. More than once, I daresay.”

“And I’ve loved you every time.” The words are baldly spoken and perhaps too blunt, in poor form, but they’ve been buried for far too many years and lifetimes already. She halts, and he notices that her breath isn’t quite steady, and that gives him the courage to remain where he is instead of making a hasty escape.

Finally, a queer sort of half-smile crosses her face as she tilts it back up to his. “You’ve been terrible about showing it up to now, haven’t you?”

“Up to now,” he agrees. “It doesn’t have to remain so. Unless you wish it.”

“Hmm.” She glances away, but stays standing where she is, within reach. “I suppose we’ll have to see.”

#R/J #sailor moon #senshi/shitennou #fanfiction #fanfic #writing #apsaraqueen

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Kirby and the Dangerous Gourmet Mansion!? Chapter 6

Before long, the sun set, and darkness fell upon the garden of sweets. Mrs. Parfaitlike called out to the guests. “It may have gotten dark, but the party will still continue. Everyone, please come inside the mansion. Let's start the dance party at the hall!”

The guests went inside the mansion. “Well, let’s go as well.” Urged Meta Knight, but Kirby said “Eh......” in complaint. “I want to eat more. I like meals more than dance!” “That’s right!” Inside the dress, King Dedede raised his voice in agreement. “We can leave something like dance to guys with more time on their hands. I’m not moving from this place!” “What are you guys saying......take a look.” Meta Knight pointed at the buffet corner. The platter that was piled with cuisine just now is completely empty. Even the parsley for decoration was completely eaten. “I heard that there were enough for hundreds of guests, where even after 3 days they wouldn't finish it......but you guys ate it all in just 3 hours!” It was as Meta Knight said. Without a moment of break, Kirby and King Dedede kept eating the cooking. In which, that appetite was enough to make all the guests tremble in fear. They would hear harsh words like: -Could Lord Meta Knight’s lover be a monster!? -Isn't her stomach connected to the fourth dimension!? Everyone was afraid of “Dedeby,” and didn’t dare to come near her. Thanks to that, their identity wasn't blown, and their strategy was ultimately a success. “In any case, all the dishes are finished. Or rather, you guys finished it all.” “No! It still isn't enough! I want some more!” “Yeah! I'm starving too!” “Just how far does that gluttony of you two go!?” Taking King Dedede’s hands, Meta Knight forcibly dragged him inside the mansion.

Like the garden, the hall was also decorated in fruits and sweets motifs. Chandeliers resembling a parfait, a sofa resembling a chiffon cake, a table resembling an apple pie...... A sweet scent is wafting throughout the room, and the orchestra is playing a graceful serenade. The guests were very satisfied with this party. “As expected from Mrs. ParfaitLike.” “All the ins and outs are thoroughly cared for. Oh my, how splendid.” While everyone is in admiration- The ones dissatisfied would naturally be Kirby and King Dedede. “What is it with that chandelier! I thought it was a real parfait, but it's just a fake!” “That table too! I thought it was a real apple pie, and bit into it!” “I just wish that they didn't make it so ambiguous!” “Seriously, and I got my hopes up......” At that time, the music played by the orchestra changed to a light waltz. Mrs. ParfaitLike stepped forward to the center of the banquet and spoke. “Now, it's time for the dance. Everyone, please enjoy it with all your heart.” Holding hands with their respective partner, the guests started dancing a waltz. Mrs. ParfaitLike called out to Meta Knight. “Lord Meta Knight too, please dance together with Ms. Dedeby.” “......” Meta Knight looked at Kirby and King Dedede. Neither of them has any interest in dancing, only wavering in boredom. They did do a special training for dancing, but it was no success. If the two of them were to dance a waltz, they are bound to expose themselves in an instant. Meta Knight made a flimsy excuse. “Dedeby isn't very good at dancing. I know how much effort you put into this dance party, but forgive me. If you could allow me to decline tonight's dance......” “My, if that's the case, then......” Mrs. Parfaitlike’s eyes lit up. “Won't you dance with me?” “......What? Me?” “Correct. I love to dance. But, I have the role to welcome everyone, so I didn't think I myself would be able to dance. If Ms. Dedeby won't dance, please take me as your partner.” Meta Knight was about to decline, but changed his mind immediately. While dancing, he can exchange words without anyone interrupting. It's the perfect opportunity to hear from Mrs. Parfaitlike. “I understand. Let's be partners.” “My, I'm so happy!” Together with Mrs. ParfaitLike, Meta Knight walked up to the center of the dance floor. The guests murmured. “My my, Lord Meta Knight is dancing, what a rare sight.” “And yet, with Mrs. ParfaitLike?” “I wonder what happened to Ms. Dedeby, his companion?” Looking at Dedeby, they whispered in a group. “......Why is she clinging onto the sofa?” “It's like she's about to bite on it.”

“R-Right now, a droll is hanging from her mouth......” “Let’s just say that we didn't see that......” Turning their backs on Dedeby, one by one they stepped forward to the dance floor.

Meta Knight started dancing a waltz with Mrs. ParfaitLike. “Lord Meta Knight, how was the meal today?” Mrs. ParfaitLike asked while dancing. “The meal? ......Ah, yes. It was wonderful.” To tell the truth, he was busy carrying food to Kirby and King Dedede and didn't have any himself, but there was no way he could tell her the truth. Mrs. ParfaitLike laughed in satisfaction. “My, I'm delighted that you said that! I have an obsession with cuisine. A meal that isn't delicious has no use in life......I always tell that to the chefs at my house.” Hearing that word, Meta Knight remembered the conversation he heard a while ago. For whatever reason, Mrs. ParfaitLike doesn't seem to let the chefs make their master dish. It's kind of odd, seeing how she says that she has an obsession with food......is there some sort of reason for it? “Come to think of it, is Chef Kawasaki ill?” Asked Meta Knight in an indirect way. “......Eh?” “Well, I felt it was strange that none of the dishes seemed to be from him today. Did something happen to him?” Suddenly, Mrs. ParfaitLike became flustered. Her graceful steps became disordered, and she stepped on Meta Knight’s foot. “M-My! I'm sorry. For me to-” “Don’t worry about it. More than that......” “R-Right! If I kept Lord Meta Knight all for myself, Ms. Dedeby would hold a grudge against me. Enough dancing for today.” Mrs. ParfaitLike suddenly stopped dancing and left him. (She wants to avoid this issue at any cost. Either way, she's hiding something......) With increased skepticism, Meta Knight left the dance floor. And now, he realized an important issue at hand. He couldn't find what resembled Kirby and King Dedede. Even though they must've been sitting on the chiffon cake-shaped sofa just now. Meta Knight hurriedly looked around the hall, but the pair were nowhere to be found. Meta Knight grabbed a woman nearby and asked. “Did you happen to see Dedeby!?” “If you're talking about her, she seems to have left the hall just now.” Meta Knight held his head. Kirby and King Dedede are still unwilling to let go of meals. They must have gone to find something to eat. “......That darn two! Still moving as they please......!” “The two?” “No, nothing. Excuse me!” Pushing his way through everyone enjoying the dance, Meta Knight rushed out of the hall.

At that moment, Kirby and King Dedede were- Slipping out of the hall, they were wandering around the mansion’s corridor. Their goal was, of course, just as Meta Knight had intuited. They were on an exploration to find something to eat. “I wonder which way is the kitchen?”

“From my intuition, it must be on the other side of the corridor.” “Yeah, I think so too! I know it just from the smell.” “My opinions coincide fairly well with you. Let’s go.” “Yeah!” They are perfectly in sync, like they've been best friends for a long time. “Even so, that ParfaitLike really was exaggerating in saying that we won't be able to finish it even after 3 days.” “Right! We ate it all in just 3 hours.” “Haha! That tramp underestimated our skills.” “If we get serious, it's a piece of cake!” “Uh-huh! Let’s raid the kitchen!” Both of them have an astounding ability in sniffing out the smell of foods. Mrs. Parfaitlike’s mansion is wide and intricate like a labyrinth, but the two found their way to the kitchen without getting lost. “Alrighty, this is it, this is it!” “May I have some shrimp salad and roast chicken~!?” King Dedede rammed down the silver-colored door that was shut. The kitchen was so vast, with pure white stoves and counters lined up together. “Yahoo-~!” “I would like some more~!” When the two rushed in a queer voice, a scream came out from the corner of the kitchen. “E-Eeek~!” “P-Please forgive us!” “We’ll make it again immediately! So please, forgive us~!” “......Huh?” “What was that voice just now?” Kirby and King Dedede approached where the voice came from. In the shade of the counter, 3 chefs were kneeling and trembling on the floor. “You cronies are Mrs. Parfaitlike’s chefs?” Asked King Dedede. “I-Indeed......” The eldest among the three raised his face and answered. “Just the three of you? Although I've heard that several chefs are employed at this mansion......?” “Yes......that’s......may I ask who you are?” “You don't know my name? What a disgraceful fellow. I, without a doubt, am the great ruler of this Dream Land......” “You can't say your name!” Kirby stopped him in a hurry. “What are you muttering to yourself? No, just now, I believe a voice came out not from your face but around your chest.” Murmured the young chef in curiosity. “You're just imagining things~.” Kirby begged the question. Remembering that his face is hidden in the dress, Dedede sank into silence. “My name is Kir......no, Dedeby. I’m Meta......Lord Meta Knight’s friend.” “I see......so you're one of the guests invited to today's party......?” “Right~. The cooking wasn't enough, so we......I came to find something to eat.” “How could that be!? There wasn't enough cuisine......!?” The three chefs staggered as if they were beaten down. The eldest chef held his head let out a groan in. “Curses......we made an error in calculating the amount! We planned to make plenty for everyone, but it wasn't enough!” “What should we do......!” “We’re done for~!” Both Kirby and King Dedede were taken aback. However they see it, the way these chefs were frightened was anything but normal. “Hey, what happened......?” It was when Kirby was about to ask. “Kirby! King Dedede!” A stern voice resounded. It was Meta Knight that rushed to the kitchen. Meta Knight gave a good hollering at the two. “How many times did I tell you not to behave as you please!? I'm fed up with being a partner for you two! We're going back!” At that moment, Meta Knight noticed the three chefs shivering in front of Kirby and Dedede. “......What are you guys?” “D-Dear guest, please......!” As if in a prayer, the chefs placed their hands together and looked at Meta Knight. “Please keep this a secret to madam!” “There wasn’t enough cuisine, so we'll make it again immediately!” “But, there aren't any more ingredients......!” Looking at each other in the face, the chefs began to tremble once again. “W-We’ll go buy some immediately!” “But we bought up from all the stores nearby......” “It’s alright even if isn’t nearby! We’ll cross the mountains and the rivers to go buy some immediately!” “What on earth are they talking about?” Meta Knight quietly asked Kirby. “Well......no idea. They seemed to be really scared for quite a while.” “About what?” “Umm......who knows.” “It's not because you guys threatened them to hand over the food, is it?” “I wouldn't do that!” “These chumps started trembling even before that. We didn't do anything.” Interjected King Dedede. Meta Knight said to the chefs in cluelessness. “I don't know what you guys are frightened of, but this is a misunderstanding. We’re not your enemies......” It was at that moment. Suddenly, a sound of some explosion could be heard. Next, crowds of people screaming would be heard. “The sound just now......!?” “I heard it coming from the hall!” Meta Knight, Kirby, and Dedede ran out from the kitchen in haste.

The hall was in great disorder. A beautiful waltz was playing a short while ago, but now, with everyone's screams being mixed together, it was enough to make one cover his ears. “What's the matter!? What happened!?” Shouted Meta Knight in a loud voice, but that voice is also drowned out by the screams. At last, Meta Knight grabbed a guest and asked. “What happened!? What is all this fuss about!?” “Where did you run off to, Lord Meta Knight......!?” His face pale blue, the man looked like he could collapse at any moment. “A moment ago, some terrifying robbers appeared!” “Robbers, you say?” “Yes. The lot were hiding their faces with a black mask. Armed with weapons, those guys broke into this hall, and Mrs. ParfaitLike......!” “What did you just say!?” Meta Knight looked around. Mrs. Parfaitlike wasn't anywhere. “The robbers ran off with her without a moment to spare!” “Let's chase after them!” Shouted Kirby. “Yeah, let’s go, Kirby!” Now that a case like this happened, this isn't a situation for them to hide their identity. “Yeah!” Answered Kirby and jumped up high. ......At that moment: “Kyaaaa~!” “M-Ms. Dedeby’s head is~!” “Sh-She's without a doubt a monster! I knew that appetite wasn't normal!” The uproar in the hall became even bigger. King Dedede stretched and stuck his face out from the dress. “Ahh-, how refreshing! My shoulders were all stiff!” “Kyaaaaaaa~! Ms. Dedeby’s body is~!” “......Oh? If you look closely......” “King Dedede!?” Surrounding King Dedede and Kirby, everyone stared at them in amazement. “Dedeby was......King Dedede and Kirby all along!?” “No wonder she looked like a monster......” “Why did they disguise themselves like that......?” “More than that!” Meta Knight interrupted everyone’s question. “Do you know which direction the robbers ran to?” “Who knows......they ran away by breaking through that window, but we lost sight of them soon enough......” Looking at where everyone was pointing towards, a large window reaching up to the ceiling has been cracked. “Let's go. We’ll chase after them with my airship.” “Yeah! But before that, I'll go wash my face! I'm done with makeup!” Kirby rushed back to the kitchen and washed his face, and King Dedede also changed back to his usual clothing. “Good gracious! With this, I can move freely at last!” “Alright, let’s go!” With Kirby at the front with vigor, Meta Knight and King Dedede also jumped out from the window.

When the three were running up to the airship- Nearby the airship, some kind of shadow was squirming. “What are you doing!?” When Meta Knight questioned keenly, the dubious shadow suddenly turned its face. Due to wearing a cape with a black hood attached to it, the identity is unknown. It's plump, and is of a round figure. “Who's there!?” Without answering, the knave tried to flee. However, Kirby and the his friends were quicker in their movement. “Wait!” Shouts Kirby, and jumps at the knave. “Show me your face!” King Dedede tore off the black cape that the ruffian was wearing. “Ahhh!” Seeing the screaming scoundrel, King Dedede was amazed. “Aren't you......Wheelie!” In surprise, Kirby too looked down at the scoundrel. The one who was curled up and shivering was Wheelie, who has the appearance of a tire. One of the inhabitants of Dream Land, his pride is his unmatched speed. His speed being valued, he would sometimes get pushed around by King Dedede. “Are you part of the kidnappers......!” Throwing the black cloak he tore off to the ground, King Dedede yelled in resentment. “Why the heck did you do this? Do you have a grudge against ParfaitLike?” “It......It's not that I have a grudge......” “So that means your aim is ransom? Where did you take ParfaitLike?” “I-I can't say that......” “I'll whoop your butt if you don't tell me!” Getting yelled at by King Dedede, Wheelie cowered in fear. Even Wheelie knows the king’s ferocity well. “I-I understand, I’ll talk. We took her to a cave located in the depths of the forest north.” “Off we go then! Meta Knight, start the airship!” In no time, King Dedede was about to board the airship, but Meta Knight shook his head. “It's no use. The engine is destroyed.” “What!? So that's it. This is a trick by you son of a gun, huh!?” Being glared by King Dedede, Wheelie shuddered. “I-I’m sorry!”

“Crud......the forest north is quite far. We can't go without a vehicle! Meta Knight, hurry up and fix the engine!” “It'll take time.” “Shoot! What can we do......” “It's alright, there's no need to repair!” Said Kirby to King Dedede stamping his feet in aggravation. “......What?” “Leave it all to me! Wheelie, cooperate with me for a while!” “......Huh?” “One, two!” Kirby took a deep breath. “Wahh! Huh~!?” Wheelie was swallowed by Kirby. “All set with this!” Shouting triumphantly, a red hat was placed on Kirby's head.

“Kirby, that hat is......” Asked Meta Knight, who noticed it. “Since I inhaled Wheelie, I can now use the ‘Wheel’ ability!” Kirby jumped up nimbly, and his appearance changed to that of a pink-colored tire. “Mmm......I'm still mad, but that is a convenient ability.” “I'll pull the airship, so both of you, hop on quick! We’ll go to the forest north at full speed!” “You'll pull the airship? Dummy, how could you pull that darn heavy thing just by yourself......” King Dedede laughed scornfully, but Meta Knight spoke. “I believe in Kirby's power. Come, King Dedede.” “Eh? Seriously, Meta Knight......?” “Yeah. I have faith in you, Kirby!” “Leave it to me!” Meta Knight and King Dedede got onboard the airship. In the meantime, Kirby dashed back to the mansion and came back carrying a rope that was in the storage. Grappling the rope to the airship’s metal fitting, he coils the tip around his own body. “Hn......nn...... Hnnnngh!” Running in full strength, Kirby pulled the airship.

Starting to move slowly, the airship soon accelerated and floated in midair. “Great! Let’s go!” Yelled Kirby full of vigor, and rolled towards north at full speed.

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