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Bargaining (18+)

Dabi x F!Reader

Treasure Planet AU Word Count: 5433

!!: sex, tiny bit of knife and blood

A/N: This is a part of @thegetoufather‘s Into the Movieverse Collab!

Worn bricks, grimy from centuries of use, are covered with people. Some, down on their luck, looking to work their way from one port to the next. Others call this part of town home. Red brick buildings with wooden upper stories - storefronts with the family who owns them living up above. Sailors in smart uniforms walk off their ships and towards the bustle of the city beyond the edge of the docks. Passengers disembark various ships, some have servants toting their luggage, others carry nothing more than the bags on their backs.

From your perch on the TSS Legacy you observe the comings and goings. Your own ship, second hand twice over, has seen better days. But the wood and brass still gleam in the sunlight. Your own crew is a sight for sore eyes, but you were short on time to muster together enough people to fly off before midday. Favors were called in, and now you have a functioning ship and crew albeit with questionable reputations.

Right now you need quantity over quality. All they need to know is that your trip is a research expedition of sorts, and nothing more.

A swath of green catches your attention. A green haired boy and an older blond man stop in the middle of the flow of foot traffic and look around. No one stops down there if they can help it with all the bustle and smells, so they must be your patrons.

Descending from the poop deck to the captain’s quarters quickly, you find your First Officer leaning against your door with a coat draped over his arm. Windblown blond hair free of its pompous uniform regulation hat stands on end. He’d need to take care of that before addressing the crew.

“Mr. Hawks,” you nod and pull on the dark blue overcoat he holds out to you. Your first officer smirks, knowing how much you dislike the formalities and hierarchies in the sailing world. “Do you have something to say?”

Golden eyes crinkle in amusement. “Not at all, Captain.”

“Then put your hat on.” You straighten your clothes and march towards the main deck. “We’ve got company.”

You watch the new duo board your ship and look around with awe. “Ah, Captain.” The older man holds out his hand, “I’m Professor Toshinori, and this is young Midoriya. Thank you for making it so we can leave as soon as possible.”

“Not a problem,” you nod. Behind him, the dock cranes load on the last of the provisions and your crew works on storing the boxes. “Once the final safety check is made, we’ll be off. I understand we’re heading towards the Beta Quadrant?”

“Ah, yes,” the man nods and starts fishing around in his pockets. “Young Midoriya foun-”

“Mr. Toshinori,” you interject and hold up a hand. The man stops digging through his pockets and stares at you. “I implore you to wait until we’ve had a chance to talk in my ready room. My Number One will take you there now. As for Midoriya,” you round on the young man at his side, “I’ll show him to his assignment.”

“Assignment?” both guests ask in unison.

“Yes,” you reply curtly, “We have no need for idle hands on this ship, and my cook could use an extra person. Nothing too dangerous of course.” Without waiting, you turn away from the group and head towards the kitchens. Quick footsteps falling in place behind you send a smile ghosting over your lips. This power is new to you: you walk and people follow. You give an order and it’s followed without hesitation.

Descending the rickety steps to the galley, you make a mental note to check it out when the journey is over. Perhaps after this gig is over, you’ll be able to buy a whole new ship and a reliable crew.

Thick smoke hangs around the kitchen and pours out into the dining area. Of course he pulls a stunt like this. Kicking in the door, you glare at your cook.

Tattoos wind up the arms and neck of a man with jet black hair. He hefts crates of food onto metal counters, the glow of a cigarette illuminating his face. Somehow the space is organized, but to you it looks like chaos.

“What did I say about smoking on my ship?” you hiss. Turquoise eyes cut over to you. The end of the cigarette glows brightly once more before a pile of ash falls off the end. And over a boiling pot on the stove. “Especially over the food?”

Locking eyes with you, the man takes one last drag and stubs it out on the counter. A stream of smoke cascades down a stained apron. “Yes, Captain.”

Clearing your throat, you paste a smile on your face. For as much pain as your cook has caused you, anticipation of seeing his face when he hears the news of his additional tasks will make it all the better for a moment. “Dabi, this is Midoriya,” you gesture to the green haired man behind you. “He’ll be under your care for the journey.”

Dabi’s eyebrow twitches. One hand ghosts over a pocket on his apron, no doubt where his cigarettes are. “And now I’m playing babysitter?”

“He’ll be helping with the cooking and cleaning,” you say. Strolling around the kitchen, you note the pile of pots, pans, and knives already sitting dirty in the sink. “As I recall, you make quite a mess wherever you go.” You shoot him a knowing look.

It takes a minute, but he sighs before finally responding. “Whatever you say, Captain.”

“Midoriya,” you turn to your guest and try to give him a genuine smile. “We’ll be taking off soon, I suggest making your way up top. It’s quite a different experience than traveling by shuttle to and from the planet.” Green eyes widen in delight and he scampers off. You were like that once too; fresh off the shuttle and full of excitement for adventures to come.

Silence descends in the kitchen once Midoriya is gone. You could leave too. You should. There’s a whole ship that needs your attention, not to mention a professor you need to talk to.

But you lean against a metal counter and cross your arms. “You’re here.”

Dabi goes back to unpacking the crates in front of him. “I am.”

“Didn’t think you’d show.”

“Is there anything else you need, Captain?” So much hatred packed into your title.

“How long are you going to hold that grudge against me?” you hiss.

“I’m just a lowly cook aboard your ship,” he sneers.

Stalking over to him, you put your arm on top of the crate to grab his attention. “I gave you a chance to come with me.”

Dabi looks at you through long lashes. “Permission to speak freely?” It doesn’t matter what you say, he’ll let you know what’s on his mind – insubordination be damned.

“Granted.”

Dabi wipes his hands on the off-white apron and gestures to you. “Look at you. You wear their uniform. You sail under their flag. You decided to bow and lick the boots that stomped on us.”

You lean in, channeling as much of a haughty captain as you can. “And If I tell you to lick my boot?”

“Whatever you want,” he grits out, “Captain.”

Straightening up, you hold your head high. If he thinks that you abandoned your previous life, might as well give him what he wants. “Keep an eye on the boy,” you order. “The professor’s son will stay out of trouble.”

Dabi mockingly salutes you as you leave the kitchen. “Aye.”

Will he be a thorn in your side the whole journey? Undoubtedly. But will your history together affect how you deal with him? … Only time will tell.

The heavy wood door to your ready room opens soundlessly. The professor and your First Officer are seated at a round table off to the side. They stand as you enter and wait for you to begin the secretive meeting.

“I’ve put the boy to work in the kitchen. He’ll be out of the way there,” you say matter-of-factly and shed your heavy coat. “Now, Professor, tell me about this map of yours.”

The whole reason for this hurried trip; a historian running after a fabled treasure. As long as they pay, you’ll take them to whatever godforsaken planet they want. It makes a quick buck for you and keeps you out of reach of the solar navy fleet for that much longer.

“Midoriya found it,” the lanky man says. He pulls out a gold ball and places it on your desk. Intrigued, you pick it up and fidget with it. The various lines and indentations on the surface whirl beneath your fingertips. Somehow, this small orb will lead you to the treasure, and a handsome cut for both you and the crew once it’s been returned and appraised. “It details the lost treasure of Abaddon. We know for certain it’s on Regula but its final resting place is still somewhere in here. Midoriya can show you how to open it.”

Still spinning the many planes of the supposed map, you address your First Officer. “Mr. Hawks, you have a keen eye. Once we set sail, see what you can decipher with the boy’s help.”

“Aye, Captain,” Hawks nods. Turning to the professor, he gestures to the door. “I’ll show you to your quarters now.”

You’re left alone with the puzzle. Would this amount to anything this time around? How many times had you returned to port with a dejected fortune seeker. Your pockets would be lined no matter what.

Staring at the oil painting of space hanging across from your desk you run your fingers along the frame before pulling it back. To the untrained eye, it just looks like a normal, unfaded wall behind it, but pushing slightly, you pop off a wooden panel. A small lock box sits in a hidden alcove. Taking the box out, you feel along the seam of the alcove until your finger hits a divot. Another hidden door pops open, and you tuck the orb in there.

The door to your ready room opens again, and Hawks walks in exhaling deeply.

“I’ve tasked you with a lot,” you say and replace the small lock box in the hidden cabinet. “But I have one more job for you.”

“And what’s that, Captain?” Hawks asks tiredly. He hangs his hat on a peg on the wall. Running a hand through his hair, he checks his reflection for his signature ‘effortless disheveled look’ as he likes to call it.

“What did I say about calling my Captain when it’s just the two of us,” you scowl. He shoots you a cheeky grin but says nothing. “Keep an eye on the boy and the cook. I’m hoping they can keep each other busy enough to stay out of trouble.”

All playfulness leaves his face. He resembles the older men in the service rather than the charming gentleman he can be during his personal leave; stoic, face weathered from years of sailing close to suns. “Is he…?”

You close the faux paneling with a satisfying click. Gears whir gently while the locking mechanism sets up again. “After our last fiasco, we have a full crew thanks to Dabi. But that doesn’t mean their loyalty is with me.”

Hawks nods. “As you wish.”

Is there anything he wouldn’t do for you? You could probably tell him you want the solar sails dyed green and he’d make it happen. “Where would I be without you?” you laugh gently.

“Stuck on a rock somewhere with no ship and no promotion.”

Your favorite part of sailing changes every time you leave port. Sometimes it’s watching the solar sails unfurl and reflect the light before takeoff. Other times it’s the momentary weightlessness before the antigravity system kicks in. More often than not it’s flying alongside the migratory space life and watching them play with the stars.

This trip proves no different. Immediately, you’re joined by a pod of gormaganders – a formerly endangered ‘space whale’ that sails the stars with its multitude of fins. They sail silently alongside the ship, no doubt following a stream of particles ejected from dying suns. Their bodies are twice as long as your ship, but these gentle giants mean no harm.

You travel amongst them for three days before departing from their pod and head deeper into space. There’s a solemn silence as you and the crew watch them depart. They were your travel companions, but now you’re on your own. The inky black space around the ship seems that much more terrifying.

Even though there’s no physical markers signifying where the Alpha Quadrant stops and the Beta Quadrant starts, there’s a feeling aboard the ship that stirs unease within you. The crew is antsy knowing the destination is upon them. Hawks has everyone double checking their work as a way to burn off excess energy, but it doesn’t put you at ease.

If there is one thing you can count on during your trip, it’s that Midoriya keeps Dabi on his toes with his natural curiosity. More often than not your chef tries to hand off cleaning tasks only to have the young man talk his ear off or stray from the task at hand. It gives you a small surge of satisfaction to watch Dabi tamp down his irritation with the boy and chase him all over the ship.

It takes another week and a half before Regula is visible to the naked eye. The closer you get, the more enthralled your guests are; the Professor spends most of his time scribbling in notebooks while studying the planet through a looking glass. Midoriya spends what little free time he has on the deck staring out into space and avoiding your cook’s grating call. You feel a modicum of pity for the men. There are faster ships out there, ones that don’t sail on and store solar energy. Ships that could’ve arrived at the planet at three times the speed you did. But that costs money and they don’t accept payments of maybe-promises of treasure at the end.

The semi-barren rock doesn’t look like much – the only thing going for it, if it is in fact a treasure trove, is that there’s no visible signs of sentient life. Part of the planet is covered in greenery while the rest is a muddy gray, as if someone started terraforming it to be hospitable, but quickly gave up.

Accompanied by two of your crew that you managed to hold on to when your ship docked after your last mission, the Professor and Midoriya headed down to the planet’s surface. For anyone outside of the need-to-know circle, it’s a research trip to investigate claims that there was once life on the planet.

Not the worst cover story you’ve come up with.

Everything seems to settle. There’s plenty for the crew to do now with offloading gear and survey equipment. And for a moment, you think everything might go off without a hitch.

And then on the third day, you find yourself and all your belongings floating towards the ceiling. Spheres of liquid hang in the air, their empty cups floating beside them. Pens. Papers. Books. Everything. Clinging to the table bolted to the floor of your ready room, you grab your communicator out of your pocket.

“Engineering, what's going on?!” you shout into it. When there’s no reply you try again. “Engineering, do you read me?” Still nothing. Shit. You’ve got to fix this, and fast. Pulling yourself over to your desk, you take out a pair of gravity boots – heavy duty shoe covers that will stick to any surface. Hopefully Hawks has already raised the alarm and the rest of the crew has tethered themselves before going after supplies floating away.

Making your way down the corridor adjacent to your quarters, you take a back entrance to engineering. You clang your way across the metal flooring, your shoes the only thing keeping you from flying into the ceiling – or worse. Your keys attempt to float off as you flip through the lot of them to find the one that’ll give you access to all the wires and systems hidden behind a metal door. Once inside, you throw open a panel and see a couple jacks hanging freely. Frowning, you plug them back in. It takes a moment for the systems to reboot, but the unsettling weightlessness in your body is replaced with an overall unease.

Those wires shouldn’t have been able to wiggle free, and there are redundant systems in place to prevent a total meltdown of the ship’s core life support functions.

Something thin, cold, and metal presses against the back of your neck.

“Funny thing, that boy,” a rough voice says. Heavy footsteps come from behind the open door. Dabi. “See he talks. A lot. And he talked about how his dad walked out on him and his mom. Only met the professor a few short weeks ago.” You lean back and feel the object at your neck bit into your skin.

Okay. A knife. Not a gun. A knife is easier to deal with. It won’t accidentally go off.

Dabi keeps talking. “At first I wanted to strangle him with how much he talked, but then he started spillin’ secrets. I know about the map an’ I know about the treasure.” He presses the knife deeper into your skin. A trickle of warm liquid runs down the back of your neck. “Hand it over.”

“It’s in my ready room,” you try to subtly lean away. “You and me. No one else.”

A throaty chuckle fills the room. “I don’t think so, Captain. One of my men will come with us. Just in case.”

“Have it your way.” There’s no need to provoke him at this point.

The flat side of the blade taps the side of your neck. Time to go. Slipping your feet out of the heavy, and now unnecessary, shoes, you and Dabi ascend towards the deck.

The only way you could describe the scene up top is chaos. Utter chaos. The crew – let’s face it, at this point they’re no longer your crew – are rambunctious, laughing and hollering like kids playing in a schoolyard. Red dust and smoke hang in the air, no doubt from a flare going off. Some notice you being led at knife point and cheer. Others are too caught up in the revelry to notice their surroundings. The few men loyal to you are tied to the main mast, struggling to be free of their confines. Another set of footsteps falls in line with you and Dabi.

You open the door to your ready room and find Hawks already there. His stance is wide, ready to give or take a hit. Judging by the blood hidden on his red coat and the bruises littering his cheek and jaw, he’s given and gotten plenty of action.

You give a small twitch of your head to get him to back down. Not yet.

Dabi heads to the table where you and Hawks would normally eat meals and navigate. With a nod, he gestures for you to sit with him. Reluctantly, you do.

“C’mon, Captain,” Dabi drawls, “Is it really necessary to have your underling here?” He dismissively gestures to your right-hand man who bristles. You watch the corner of his lip curl up in satisfaction, his tattoos following the movement and contorting with him.

“And I suppose you need your man?” you relax in your chair and cross your arms. “Get rid of yours and mine will leave too.” Without hesitation, Dabi jerks his head. Funny. He was so insistent that he have someone else here with him. The silent man at his side heads to the door without protest.

Hawks looks over at you. Holding his golden gaze, you nod. “But,” you say as he turns on his heels. “I don’t want bloodshed on deck. It’s a pain to get out of the wood.” Your gaze drifts over to Dabi who rolls his eyes but nods. His man at the door acknowledges him and walks out. Hawks follows after.

“Now it’s just us,” you smile at Dabi. It’s not a sweet smile, it’s the smile a predator gives its prey when it’s cornered. “You were loyal, so what happened?” Syrupy sweet mockery drips off your words.

Dabi leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “You didn’t think large enough.” A tattooed finger taps his temple.

“And you’re ‘large enough’?” you scoff.

“You wound me, Captain,” Dabi holds his hand against his chest – where a heart would be if he had one. “You used to be one of us, selling out to the highest bidder, and now look at you. Captain. With your self-righteous dogs who trip over their own feet to follow your every word.”

“I think the word you’re looking for is ‘loyalty’, something you know nothing about.”

“I’m loyal to money.” Dabi leans back in his chair and spreads his arms. Some stupid attempt to get you to believe that he’s vulnerable and in fact telling the truth.

You were once one of them. Someone who pushed a bucket and a mop around cleaning up after people who made your life miserable. Always ready to abandon ship at port in search of the next great adventure. And then you had to go and grow a heart, saving some higher up who repaid you handsomely with a career – a future where you didn’t have to pinch pennies and shovel shit.

And you took it. Built a name for yourself. Got your own ship, your own crew. Sort of.

“And you think that mutiny will get you money?” you raise an eyebrow.

Eyes bluer than the stars you sail darken. “I know that map will set me up well.” Dabi sneers. “Never need to answer to anyone again.” He stands abruptly and stomps over to you. Intimidation. You wouldn’t have your post if a man stomping his feet sent fear through your body.

Your eyelashes flutter as you take stock of him. “Why Dabi,” you purr, “Did you think I’d be quaking in my boots and just give you the map?” He looms over you and bends at the waist. A soft whisper has the hair on the back of your neck standing at attention.

“I can offer you something… more.” A hand trails down your side, ghosting over your breast before settling on top of your thigh.

“You think that finger fucking me will get me to hand it over?” Cute. You aren’t the young deckhand enamored with the mysterious pirate anymore.

“I’ll do more than finger fuck you,” he purrs. “I’ll have you begging for me, and if I can do that, the map is mine.” Interesting. It’s an unorthodox approach for sure, and it’s not like he would be successful. “C’mon, Captain,” he coos, his thumb casually stroking the apex of your thighs. “What d’ya say? A little friendly wager?”

“There’s nothing friendly about this.” You uncross your arms and wrap them around his neck. Your lips are on his, sealing the deal. Teasing the edge of his lips with your tongue, he obliges you and deepens the kiss. Quickly, you become a tangle of bodies. He lifts you, and with your legs around his waist, you soon find the smooth wood of your desk at your back.

Hot lips trail down your neck, stopping occasionally to leave a bold nip. You arch into him and give him all the access he could want. Teeth graze your skin and he latches on. You pull him closer. A small part of you wants a small souvenir of this moment – something you can look back on and gloat about.

Dabi’s fingers make quick work of your trousers. Warm hands save you from the cold surface, and your thighs find themselves wrapped around his head.

Dabi’s explosive and quick, diving in without hesitation. Your fingers tangle in his hair both to push him away and pull him closer; it’s too much and not enough all at once. It’s clear he knows what he’s doing, and with every swipe of his tongue against your clit, you’re seeing stars not charted on your maps.

Wanton moans fill the room, and you’re thankful that your First Officer is above deck with the rest of your crew.

“D-” you start and quickly shut your mouth. I’ll have you begging for me. He’s going to go after you with all he’s got, and as much as you want to moan his name, he might see that as a victory. A warm piercing nudges your sensitive folds, but you keep tight lipped.

You nearly cry out as cold replaces the warm face you were wrapped around.

Dabi smirks and fiddles with his belt. The large brass buckle gleaming in the low light of your ready room. “Tongue not enough for ya?”

“If I was looking to be eaten out, I could go into any port and be helped,” you pant. “If that’s all you’ve got-”

“Not even close,” he chuckles. Metal collides with the floor and you look up from your spot on your desk. Dabi gives his cock a couple of tugs before running the head through a concoction of your slick and his spit. More piercings rub against your sensitive flesh. Just how many had he gotten since he’d last seen you?

“About time,” you smirk.

“Aw,” Dabi says with mock sympathy, “Is this what you’ve been waiting for?” He prods at your entrance but doesn’t push beyond that.

“If you’re going to fuck me, then I expec-” A gasp steals the rest of your thought. Dabi pushes into you but keeps it at just the tip. Your lower lip runs between your teeth. He stretches you just right with enough pain to mingle with the pleasure. You won’t admit it out loud, but it’s been a while since you’ve had company.

“You were saying?”

“I saw those shiny new piercings,” you huff, “Am I going to be your only conquest that doesn’t get to feel them??”

Dabi’s hips rock slowly, the movement bringing him closer to you. You greedily swallow him deeper with every movement. The piercings slide inside of you, adding a slight pressure inside that you wouldn’t normally experience. If you could, you’d have him lazily fuck into you for an hour just to feel it.

Dabi chuckles above you. “I get a new piercing for every ship I rob.” Another short, teasing thrust has your wrapping your legs around his waist. You want him all. Now. “Can’t wait to get another when I’m done here.”

He finally bottoms out, his cock filling you completely. You squeeze around his length. A sharp hiss fills the room. Dabi’s nails grab your thighs, leaving halfmoon indents. You wiggle your hips and watch him hang onto a thread of composure.

“Fuckin’ brat.” Dabi’s eyes smolder with lust. He hooks his hands underneath your knees and presses them back against your chest as far as they’ll go.

“Look at you.” He gives a shallow thrust and grins. “So fuckin’ greedy. So needy. You’re so fuckin’ wet for me.”

Dabi must not’ve liked the huff of annoyance you made. He gives a sharp thrust, the head of his cock kissing the tip of your cervix. Your knees find their way to his shoulders and he sets a harsh pace. And while his words may be crude, he makes up for it in other ways – namely his thumb circling your clit.

You can feel it building deep inside you; it starts with the tingling in your fingers, the random bolts of electricity ricocheting around your body. Your breath becomes more ragged, heat rises to your cheeks. It builds – a small warmth that turns into a roaring fire, energy that begs for a way out.

“Dabi,” you moan breathlessly. Your words are borderline begging. “I-I’m gonna, I’m-”

“Do it,” Dabi growls, his hips pistoning against yours. “Come for me. Come on my cock.” Your cries fill the room and soon you’re chanting Dabi’s name. A prayer perhaps that this won’t end.

But with a final thrust, you can feel the throbbing inside your cunt. Dabi stills, flush against you, his head tilted skyward — caught in his own bliss. In all the time you’ve known him, you’ve never seen him this at peace. You relax on your desk, knowing what comes next.

Emptiness.

Dabi pulls out and his warm touch turns into strings of cum, chilled as it touches the air, seeping out of you. And the fucker won’t even help clean up.

“Well, Captain,” Dabi drawls and tucks himself back in his pants, “it’s been fun, but a deal’s a deal.”

Tattooed fingers wrap around a gold orb beside you on your desk. You could stop him �� wrap your fingers around him and counter negotiate. Perhaps return the favor and bring him to his knees while you suck him off? Maybe switch spots and ride him until he sees the stars you navigate.

But in your post climax haze, you can’t move. You can barely think straight.

“Dabi…” You try to catch your breath.

Dabi adjusts his belt buckle with a smirk. “At ease, Captain.”

The door clicks shut and you’re alone again. You stay supine on your desk until the raucous cheer dies down. They’re gone.

Smoothing your hair back, you find your pants and straighten your outfit. You’ve had your clothes on for all of five seconds when the door bursts open.

“Captain!” Hawks shouts.

“Mr. Hawks,” you reply curtly and stride over to the mirror.

“That bastard left with half the crew and the escape pods.” Hawks relays. “What offer could he have made-”

“Nothing,” you check out your appearance and your first mate in the reflection. Only a small bruise peaks above your collar. Nothing you can’t hide. “Untie the men on the main mast and prepare to take off. We leave once the Professor and Midoriya are back.”

“Captain?” Confusion pushes Hawks’ brows together.

“He’s on a fool’s errand.” You brush past him and head topside. Hawks follows closely behind you. “He’ll find nothing but disappointment and an angry crew that’ll destroy him the first chance they get.” You smirk at the thought. What’s the old saying? There’s no honor among thieves? “I saw the remnants of your flair. With enough luck we’ll be long gone by then.”

When your First Officer doesn’t respond, you lean in close and whisper in his ear. “You don’t think I’d bring the real map to those negotiations, do you?”

– Two Months Later –

You slam your tankard down on the worn table. Roaring laughter around you fuels your theatrics as you recount your harrowing escape from a dubious crew.

“And then,” You pick a coin up off the table and perform the oldest magic trick in the book and make the coin disappear and reappear from behind the ear of your first officer who bemusedly listens to your tall tale. “With a bit of sleight of hand, I managed to talk him down and save the map.”

Hawks stifles his laughter and takes a long drink. Eventually you had to tell him what happened – as if the stench of sex in your ready room didn’t give you away. But he lets you have your moment among colleagues.

The next captain at the table starts his story of encountering pirates in another quadrant and all attention falls from you.

“Sleight of hand, eh?” a voice says behind you. Turning, you see the last man you ever expected to see in port again. Somehow, Dabi stands in the middle of the tavern in a freshly pressed blue overcoat. A single stripe on his shoulder denotes his rank. A badge of honor for some, a mark of shame for those who spend their whole lives trying to outrun and undermine it.

“Dabi,” you coo, “I never thought I’d see your ugly mug again.”

“What can I say, I’m not easy to get rid of.”

“And the new uniform,” you say, sliding a hand down the lapel of his coat to rest on his chest.

“The downfall of my… rescue negotiations.”

“And in the end you gave in like the rest of us,” you laugh knowing all too well that a life serving and sailing the stars is better than being grounded on a floating rock rotting in a prison. “What’re your orders?”

“I’m to report to the Captain of the TSS Legacy.” Turquoise eyes flick to you. “Something about her being the only one that can handle me.”

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Decoherence Masterpost

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I am thrilled to publish Decoherence, my story for the 2023 @tss-storytime Big Bang. I was lucky enough to have the super talented @threecrowsinatrenchcoat beta read and to collaborate with the amazing @lost-in-thought-20 for the heartfelt artwork (Go look at it in all its splendor on Lost's blog below!)

Thank you both for your creativity and for helping bring this story to life!

Dawn was ablaze in red and orange, the sun nearly visible through the vidscreen’s haze. Lingering over dreams and tea, Remus and Logan enjoyed a typical morning before jetting off on a second-hand electrobike to the Physics Theory Unit at CERN.

At 0530 the next day, the President and First Gentleman’s agenda began with their scheduled morning run down an undisclosed trail, surrounded by Secret Service agents. After a calendar packed with position papers, negotiations, and a red-faced Secretary of State insistent on war, Logan managed to tear Remus away for dinner with his brother and his family.

Morning the following day was terrifically dreadful, with damp wind howling over the moor, the chill stabbing through cracks and crevices with long, icy fingers. Extricating himself from Logan’s warm embrace was torturous, but his love’s little shiver finally spurred him to action and Remus stoked the fire before clambering back to bed.

Day after day, Remus and Logan led uneventful lives. They woke in each other’s arms, worked, created… Evenings usually brought dinner with Roman, his partners, and their child. Until one day, a strange encounter at Aldi’s left Logan quiet and withdrawn.

The next morning, everything changed.

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Decoherence Chapter List

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Our Foundations

Oath and Office

The Professors

Rapture of the Nerd

Riding Through Purple Sage

I Howl

Probabilities

Night Falls

True Faith and Allegiance

Mementos

Someone Comes to Town, Someone Stays in Town

A Place Not So Foreign

Radicalized

A Little Help

Walk Away

Our Great Big Beautiful Tomorrow

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anxiousandanalytical · 5 years

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It’s You & Me- TSS Pokemon AU Fic (Nothing But My Friends Besides Me)

The first in a series of related one-shots taking place in my Pokemon AU, Nothing But My Friends Besides Me, or NBMFBM!

Summary: Virgil, Patton, Logan, Roman, Dee, Thomas and Remy are all students at a private Pokemon Trainer’s School. In line with school tradition, they are all about to receive an Eevee as their first Pokemon; Virgil is nervous about getting his starter. Pairings: None yet, they’re still just kids :)

Warnings: Anxious thoughts, references to being orphaned, self-deprecation, mentions of violence/injury of the ‘Pokemon battle’ variety, animal illness mention, one (1) F-bomb, a very vague allusion to Roman being mean to Virgil. Word count: 1,079

Virgil shoved his hands deeper into his hoodie pockets, biting his lip. Today was the big day. Today he got his first Pokemon, his partner for the next five months of Pokemon School and the journey afterward. Well, assuming he did well enough to pass the second semester.

Virgil was terrified. Not that that was anything new.

When they had first arrived at the school, Professor Picani had informed them that each of them that passed the first semester would be given an Eevee to raise into their own unique starters. Virgil had barely controlled his panic, sitting alone in the back of the classroom. They were entrusting him with a small, dependent, living creature? That was a lot of responsibility. What if Virgil forgot to feed it? What if he fed it the wrong food? What if it got sick because he didn’t take it outside to play enough?

What if it didn’t like him? The thoughts had pestered him all throughout the first semester, haunting him when he tried to sleep, interrupting his train of thought during examinations. Some days, he didn’t want to go through with becoming a trainer. He was sure to mess up. He’d let his Pokemon get too hurt in battles, or they would get sick and he wouldn’t know what to do, or he’d be a failure at battling and they would grow to hate him, if they didn’t already. But it wasn’t as though he could call it quits now. Virgil had already spent all his remaining money on Pokemon School. He had nowhere else to go, no one to turn to, and nothing to look forwards to except trying to make it on his own somehow as a Trainer. The consequences of failing at school scared him too much to let him go ahead with chickening out, so he took notes furiously and stayed up too late reviewing them, one evaluation after another and then- The day finally came. Picani drew names for who would get the first chance to bond with one of the young Eevees. Patton’s name was drawn first; Virgil watched from the window as he set his sights right away on the biggest, fluffiest, friendliest Eevee of the litter and walked away with a new friend less than fifteen minutes later. Virgil had been second. He’d ignored Roman’s jealous pout as he slipped into the small pen, a Nest Ball clutched tightly in one hand. Half a dozen or so young Eevees were scattered about, not paying him any mind as they played. Virgil sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm his erratic heartbeat. How was he supposed to pick one? Did he want the fastest? The strongest? Whichever one just seemed to hate him the least? Maybe... maybe a quiet one would be better suited for him. One that would get along well with his introversion. Of the six he knew were in there (not that he’d be able to count them properly himself, with how some of them were running about), only two were calmly sitting off to the sides. One was a bit bigger, with big ears, and the other- Virgil knew instantly which one he wanted. The other Eevee was on the smaller side for a boy, curled up and half-dozing in the corner. Unlike the others with their creamy caramel colours, this Eevee was a monochromatic silver-grey. One big eye was half-open, but he wasn’t watching Virgil. He was watching the others with his fluffy tail tucked between his legs, ears drooping sadly. Virgil knew that look, with a painful intensity that startled a sharp inhale from him. He knew exactly was it felt like to be excluded from the group because you were different, the aching pain of being treated like you were invisible- or worse, nonexistent. Also, heck yes, he wanted the pale and monochromatic Eevee. He was pale too! They would go great together. Gloomy grey little outcasts. “H-Hey, buddy.” Virgil crouched carefully near the shiny Eevee, unsure of what to do. His little ears perked up, shifting his gaze onto him. Scarcely daring to breathe, the budding Trainer extended one trembling hand and let the Eevee sniff it curiously. He shook himself and stretched, so Virgil took the chance to lower himself slowly to sit cross-legged on the grass. “I’m Virgil.” The Eevee cocked his head, ears now perked all the way up. He glanced up at Virgil’s face with big eyes. Virgil got the sense that he was listening to him talk, even if maybe that seemed silly. Pokemon were supposed to be fairly intelligent, right? He decided to roll with it. “I like the way you look. You’re pale, like me.” He pauses to let the Eevee sniff his (yes, pale) hand again.

“I’m supposed to pick one of you guys to be my partner. Would you like to be my buddy? I’m not the bravest trainer, or the most sociable person, but...” He broke off, heart pounding in his chest. The little silver Eevee stared up at him and butted his head against his hand again, fluffy tail swishing pleasantly. Carefully, as though any sudden movements could shatter the moment and send the young Pokemon fleeing, Virgil pulled out the Nest Ball and put it on the grass between them. “...but I’d like to be your friend. If you want.” The Eevee let out a little trill and bumped his head against the Pokeball. In a flash of red light, Eevee was sucked into the ball. It rocked three times and went still. A digital chime rang out. Virgil stared for a long moment. Tentatively, as if he might be dreaming, he reached out and picked up the Nest Ball. Oh, fuck. He just took the only shiny Eevee. Roman was going to kill him. He couldn’t bring himself to care right now, oddly enough. He summoned his new companion back out onto the grassy turf. Glancing down at the fluffy grey fur, Virgil was struck with lightning-like inspiration. Looking between the clouded sky above him, his new friend at his feet, and the logo stitched over his chest, he knelt down on the grass, a grin tugging at his lips. “How does Stormcloud sound for a name? Stormy for short?” He got a very enthusiastic lick to the face in response. So much for his reputation as a tough, scary emo. At least his aesthetic was still intact. “Alright, Stormy. Let’s go.”

Taglist: @luckypatton @snartalacarte

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #sanders sides pokemon au #ts virgil #sanders sides au #patton sanders #ts fic #nothing but my friends beside me #nbmfbm au #it's you and me #cyans stuff #spirit's stuff #cyanrose writes stuff

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dong-hyucks · 7 years

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Hi there cutie! I binged all your NCT scenarios yesterday 💜 and they were amazing! Here's my request. Character: NCT's Winwin 1. Enemy to Lover (I haven't seen any scenario where Winwin hates anyone, so you'll be the first!) 2. My prompt is a bit detailed, but hear me out: First Winwin hates y/n, but then prompt 7 and 39 happen. Then prompt 83. And the conclusion is a happy ending as lovers with 37, 38, and 50. Thank you, and congrats for 1K ohmygoodness gurl you're sLAYin

Dong Sicheng (Winwin) ; “I dreamt about you last night.” , “Don’t cry.” , “Stay there, I’m coming to get you.” , “Can I kiss you?” , “I think you’re beautiful.” + Enemies↣Lovers!AU / College!AU ↳ College!AU not requested

Prompts here.Masterlists

hey back cutie thanks for all your support ily

i had to omit one of the numbers (38 specifically) because i had a limit on number requests (which was five) so i hope you don’t mind :)

but thanks for making my job easier by being so detailed lmao

also can i just say listening to day6 helped me write this their lyrics are so salty lwfhakah

alrighty

so sicheng over here doesn’t hate hate you, he just dislikes your presence

he’s a transfer student from china

so are you, from [country other than s. korea lol]

needless to say, you didn’t have very good first impressions of each other

sicheng had bought a new shirt n trousers for the first day because he wanted to look presentable

he was like the first student in the lecture room

you came in like two minutes late, looking tired af, armed with your supplies and a slightly cold cup of coffee

the lecture room wasn’t that big and there were a lot of students

and the only available seat was beside sicheng or beside the seemingly hungover dude in the corner

you chose sicheng

you had to waddle in between the chairs and the moment you were a mere metre away from sitting down

you tripped over a girl’s bag that she had left on the ground

your books fell atop your chair and on the ground

and your coffee?

it went flying from your hands

and onto an unsuspecting sicheng

you gasped so loudly, and kind of just stood there covering your mouth in shock

sicheng was wide-eyed, obviously in shock

once the initial surprise blew over, he realized how many people were staring, including the professor who had walked in just as the coffee spilled

his cheeks burned in embarrassment as he glared over at you

before you could even blurt out an apology, sicheng excused himself and practically sprinted out the door

the professor just told you to wipe the spill and copy notes for both yourself and sicheng

you agreed because you felt absolutely horrible

he looked traumatized

you ventured to the non-gender specific washrooms to grab a bunch of paper towel

and you found him hunching over one of the sinks, dabbing at his body with an already soaked clump of what you had gone to get

feeling incredibly bad, you got more paper towel and tried to hand it to him

sicheng didn’t even look up, smacking your hand away, in turn making the bundle of paper towels to flutter to the floor

you were kind of like ‘well that was unnecessary’

but you didn’t say it out loud, opting to just frown as you cradled your slightly red hand

“i’m sorry for–”

“go away.”

you were shocked again by how deep and off-putting his voice was

he sounded so pissed off with you

however, you were determined to apologize properly, otherwise you’d feel terrible for the rest of the semester

“look, i just want to apologize–”

finally looking up, sicheng narrowed his watering eyes at you in a harsh glare

“i told you already, go away.”

your frown deepened

you couldn’t help but feel slightly ticked off by his behaviour

yes, you did spill coffee on him, but hey! you tried to apologize and help him out by giving him more towels but he completely blew you off

but, you knew that if you were in his shoes, you’d probably be acting the same

you definitely wouldn’t be smiling if it had been you, that’s for sure

you couldn’t even say anything before he began to hunch over the sink even more

you noticed his shoulders shaking slightly, his fingers grasping the edge of the sink tightly

“are you stupid? i told you– go away!”

he sounded much more pressing than he had the first two times

you scoffed at the fact that he had called you stupid, but decided to just leave him be

if he wanted to drench in cold coffee by himself, then so be it

after picking up the paper towels that he had smacked out of your hand and grabbing a bit more, you returned to the lecture room with furrowed brows

sicheng didn’t return to class that day

grumbling, you stayed behind in the school’s library to copy down another pair of notes for sicheng when you would’ve been at home watching tv

you didn’t even know his name

unfortunately for you, the schools only two photocopiers had been malfunctioning since the summer break was coming to an end, and they still hadn’t had a repairman come by to fix it

in other words, you had to copy the four pages worth of notes by hand

it took you roughly half an hour to copy down everything

you made sure the notes were legible, not wanting to piss sicheng off even more because you were going to be honest with yourself; sicheng being mad at you made you mad somehow

you thought it was odd but something about sicheng just irked you

what, you had no clue

anyway, you learned his name the next day when the professor asked him to stay after class

you guys still had to sit together because the other seats were filled

you spent the entire two weeks plain out ignoring each other, and when you did interact there was usually some sour looks involved

everyone thought you were crazy for disliking sicheng

according to literally everyone else on campus, he was a total sweetheart

you: “if only you knew hmph”

although, you did have to come to terms with it after witnessing sicheng being kind to others yourself

“dammit”

then, once that fortnight had passed

you could’ve sworn your professor hated you

he told the class that he was going to have you be in partners to do some major research

and lo and behold

you were partnered up with sicheng

typical cliches amirite

you didn’t have a choice

working with your partner efficiently helped with your mark (ba dum tss)

and you weren’t up to having marks docked purely because you disliked your partner

neither was sicheng

you guys begrudgingly exchanged numbers, avoiding eye contact the entire time

you didn’t even talk face to face you just agreed to meet in the school’s library after his afternoon classes

so after meeting up with your friends n having drinks you had to leave to meet with sicheng

you were dreading it

you had previously convinced yourself that you could just simply ignore him

but as you got closer and closer to the library you realized you couldn’t

anywho, he arrived soon after and the two of you went to a table nearing the far wall

after setting up you kind of just worked in silence

occasionally, he’d ask you a few questions and vice versa

as time passed (luckily the library was accessible 24/7) you were getting more and more tired

however, your pride didn’t allow you to tell sicheng that

so you kept going, holding back yawns

until you literally just fell asleep at your laptop

sicheng didn’t even notice until he realized the clicks of your keyboard had ceased

he frowned at the sight of you before he realized it was past midnight

he just turned your laptop to him and pressed save

sighing, he just kept working

less than ten minutes later his eyes were trailing back to you

he grumbled to himself, realizing you were shivering

mumbling under his breath, he took out his jacket from his bag and hung it over your shoulders

eventually, sicheng got tired as well

realizing it was now almost two in the morning, he decided to just save everything for now and continue the next time you guys were to meet

after packing his things (and yours) he shook you awake

by the time you actually woke up, all you saw was sicheng’s back as he walked off

you realized your things were packed up and blinked in confusion

‘did he really just pack my things for me?’

you went home, the nap making you feel even more tired than before

the next day, you woke up with a start

“nonononoNoNo–”

your roommate, Eunjae, looked at you with a raised brow

“what’s up with you?”

you didn’t answer, choosing to just scream into your pillow, your face red

in your haste, you didn’t even check if your phone was in your bag like you usually did

you went to your morning class early

you nearly cursed the world for making sicheng be your classmate in almost every class you had

luckily, in your next class – mathematics – you sat near the front while he sat in the very back

so you didn’t have to deal with him

that is

until class was over

as you swung your bag over your shoulder and made your way to the exit, sicheng stopped you

memories of what you had dreamed about came flooding back to you

your face went hot and you quickly scrambled away

sicheng was confused

yes he knew you disliked him but you had never reacted like that before

usually you like to have the final word before leaving but that time you didn’t even say anything

he legitimately had to tell you something and he couldn’t exactly text you about it

so he chased after you

“wait!! [Y/N]!”

hearing him yell after you made you sprint faster

buuttttt sicheng is magic ok so he caught up to you

he stopped in front of you, slightly panting

before you could say anything, he took hold of your wrist

while you struggled to escape he went through his jacket pocket before taking out a phone

your phone

“you left this at the library yesterday. i found it when i went back for my mouse.”

you kind of just stared at him

you realized that you were staring for too long when he began to look uncomfortable

looking down at your phone, you took hold of it with your free hand

“thanks,,, i guess”

im literally having an allergic reaction while writing this lol

you took one more glance at his confused look before darting off leaving him confused af

‘why were they acting like that???’ - him for the next few hours

then, he found you again later that night

you were hanging out with your friends in the courtyard

he walked up to you, with intentions of talking about the research

but once you spotted him, you looked ready to jump out of your seat and run a marathon if it meant getting away from him

“wait!!”

and so, you did

why– you had no clue

“why have you been so jumpy around me today?”

“,,,”

“you can tell me”

“imayormaynotehavedreamtaboutyou”

“what??”

you sighed, just going to face your problems

“i,,, dreamt about you last night.”

after that, you guys kind of stopped hating each other

now you could tolerate the other

you talked a bit more while doing research, but not by much

on the day you guys finished doing the research

sicheng proposed that you do the last bit at a starbucks or smth so you could treat yourselves when you finished

ofc you agreed because honestly coffee after work?? during work??? heavenly.

ironically i don’t like coffee

anywho

it was sunny that day

and you guys chose a spot by the window

you were undeterred by the sun, despite the annoying glare it made on your laptop screen

you just kept working, taking the occasional sip of your drink (that sicheng ordered for you)

sicheng was working away at his part of the project too

but as time went on, his hands and eyes were getting tired so he leaned back to take a break

just then, you got a notification from your friend

they had sent you a picture of [whatever your favourite animal is my fav is otters :)]

so you started smiling the moment sicheng looked up at you

he nearly choked right then n there

the way your hair caught the light? he was s h o c k e d

the cute way you tilted your head when you smiled? he was s h o c k e d

okay case in point, he was shocked

he found himself listening to his racing heartbeat rather than the buzz and chatter of the busy shop

his heart had never raced that fast because of you, so why was it now?

he had seen you smile in the past, and he would admit that he thought you were cute but before he wasn’t this affected

“um– i have to use the washroom, excuse me”

you just nodded, still smiling because of the photo

you didn’t notice the way his voice wavered or the way he practically ran to the washroom, too engrossed in either your work or the photo

when sicheng got to the washroom he just locked the door and stared at himself in the mirror with wide eyes

he was still in shock

‘do i like them?’

‘no, it can’t be…’

‘but…’

he’d let out a really quite n frustrated groan, messing up his hair as he rubbed his face in exhaustion

in that moment, in the silence of the washroom, he noticed just how stressed he was

he was on the brink of failing half of his classes due to pure exhaustion and the other two he was barely passing

and now he had to figure out whatever it was he was feeling?? toward someone he could barely stand to sit beside a mere fortnight beforehand?

as he stared down at the eggshell white sink, something fell

he blinked in confusion

looking up, he was surprised to see a single tear falling from his right eye, following the one that had just fell

he was surprised

the last time he cried was when he first got really homesick, but he could see reason for that

was he crying because of stress??

was he crying because he was confused???

he didn’t even bother to wipe his face, he just let his tears slowly cascade down his cheeks

after a while, he finally dabbed at his face with some paper towel and walked out

you made eye contact with him immediately, your straight face becoming concerned

sicheng kept his eyes glued to the tiled flooring, so he didn’t notice the change

when he sat back down without a word and just began typing you frowned

he looked

well

dead to be honest

you felt as if he wasn’t up for talking right now so you took your phone and sent him a small text

“don’t cry :) it might not be that comforting, but i’m here if you ever want to talk.”

you quickly placed the phone down and went back to work, your eyes flitting over your laptop screen to see his reaction

when his phone vibrated, the noise making a loud buzz against the wood of his chair, you curled up slightly

as he took out his phone, your eyes kept moving from your screen to him

finally, he looked up at you with a confused expression

without saying anything, you just pointed toward your eyes with a sheepish smile

his were slightly red and puffy

it wasn’t too noticeable, but if you were looking at him for longer than five seconds you’d notice

you had sported the same look while watching a drama the other day

instead of replying, sicheng sent you a weak smile before going back to typing

you sighed, doing the same

your drink went cold.

after the research was finished, you and sicheng didn’t really have a reason to talk to each other anymore

you were kind of sad, surprisingly

when the project first started you had been so excited for the day of its completion

but now that it’s come, you were just disappointed

to your own surprise, hanging out with sicheng wasn’t unbearable, not at all

you had found yourself waiting for time to go faster so you could hurry up and meet with him already

sicheng was a pretty nice guy

if you had told yourself that a month ago, you would’ve scoffed

you found yourself searching for him whenever you’d walk into a classroom or into the library

you didn’t even realize you were doing it until your friend pointed it out

at that point, it hit you

you, at some point in time, had grown to like dong sicheng

you, in all honesty, weren’t that surprised

you had suspected that you had feelings when you started feeling hot whenever he’d be near you (so, every other day basically)

and your heart would pound whenever he’d smile in your direction

whenever it’d happen you just shot it down because – no, you can’t possibly like dong sicheng – but lo and behold it’s possible

really, you just accepted it

you couldn’t just stop yourself from liking him, even if you tried

and by accepting it, you accept the thought that he could never like you

in your opinion, he was out of your league

so you just kind of

left your little crush alone

you didn’t make any moves

you didn’t talk to him more

you just continued on with life

unknowingly, you found yourself glancing over in his direction more and more often

you’d start checking if he was looking over at you, even if it was just a mere glance

and more often than not, he would be looking

however, the clock was usually on the other side of you, so maybe he was just watching for the time

before you knew it, your little crush and blown up into something more

by the time you realized how deep you were, you had no idea what to do

by ignoring it, you thought your crush would just go away, but now that it hadn’t you were confused

you found yourself longing for his presence

and missing the way he’d laugh at your little quips whenever you worked together

you talked it over with your friend and what they told you astonished you, despite how obvious it was

“[Y/N],,, you’re in love with sicheng, aren’t you?”

“,,, shit”

once it had truly dawned on you– your true feelings for the male, you started to freak out whenever he’d draw close

it got to the point where you started avoiding him in hallways because you got too flustered at the mere sight of him

me too, [Y/N], me too

this went on for a while

when sicheng noticed you literally spinning on your heel and speed walking the other way he’d be hurt

he thought you hated him

so he asked your friend, the one he sees you with a lot

“this might sound weird but,,,, does [Y/N] hate me again?”

“,,,”

when your friend started laughing, he felt so embarrassed

he thought he had said something wrong or something weird

maybe it was wrong and weird, he didn’t know

once your friend calmed down, they just whispered something before making their way down the hall

after that, sicheng made a valiant effort to approach you

and you notice right away

he’d frown whenever you started sprinting away, but with the new information he had acquired via your friend, he wasn’t as worried anymore

but he was kind of frustrated because he wanted to tell you everything so badly

he couldn’t exactly do that when you were straight up running from him

you weren’t answering texts either

and then that back and forth went on

it was only a month before the senior student’s graduation did something happen

so your friends had invited you to a party

you usually just turned them down, but you felt so stressed over school and work that you just threw caution out the window and agreed

you carpooled to the party

it was the typical type of house party you’d expect

dimmed lights, colourful lights strung from the ceiling, alcoholic drinks and party cups were neatly lined on a table that had been pushed against the wall

there was loud music too, almost deafening

you just stuck to the wall as everyone bounced happily around you, feeling out of your element

suddenly, a drunken man – someone you had recognized as one of the many faces at your school – stumbled through the crowd of bodies, sending you a sleazy smile and what had appeared to be an attempt at a wink

“hey there,” he slurred, stepping so close you could smell the beer in his breath “what’re you doing alone?”

you just kept using your phone

‘hopefully he just goes away’

he didn’t

when you didn’t respond, he roughly gripped a hand around your wrist, pulling you to his torso

“i asked you a question,” he grumbled

wrenching yourself out of his grasp, you pushed him away with knitted brows; “get off me, you drunkard”

bad idea apparently

the man narrowed his eyes at you, moving to reach for you again

you stepped out of his reach

your little taunting vexed him, making him completely lunge at you despite his drunken state

you quickly rushed up the stairs, knowing he’d catch up if you attempted to weave through the crowd to the door

opening a random door, you jumped inside and slammed it shut

you locked it, hearing the pounding knocks that could be from no one but him shortly after

after around ten minutes, the knocking ceased and you heard heavy footsteps going down the stairs

letting out a sigh of relief, you reached for the door knob

you had sighed too early, it seemed

the door was jammed

you frowned, pushing your body weight against the door

it still wouldn’t open

you started to freak out

being stuck in some stranger’s bathroom on a friday night wasn’t exactly ideal

taking out your phone, you quickly dialed your friends number

they didn’t answer

you tried again

still no answer

by this time, you felt scared

you didn’t like how cramped the bathroom felt

even if you aren’t afraid of small spaces, it felt as though the walls were closing in

slowly but surely

you wanted to cry from frustration honestly

when none of your friends bothered, probably too enamoured with the music and/or their dance partners, your frown deepened

realizing it was your only choice then, you dialed the final number in your contacts

soon, a tired little “hello?” came warbling through the receiver

“sicheng? sorry to be calling so late, but i kind of need help”

you explained to him the entire thing, from start to finish

you had begun to shake, eyeing the walls suspiciously

“hey,” he mumbled, his voice soft. “stay there, alright? i’m coming to get you.”

you just nodded, eyeing the jammed door, holding your phone so tightly your knuckles were losing colour

“not like i have a choice, but okay

he chuckled for a moment

“just breath– will you do that for me?”

at his words, you took in a deep breath

you couldn’t even finish your final sentence before he was messaging you back saying he’d be there in ten

sooner than you had expected, the door opened

behind that door, was sicheng

he too looked uncomfortable with the setting, and it wasn’t long before the two of you were rushing out

“i can drive you home,” he suggested

you couldn’t even refuse before he opened the passenger door for you

you sighed, stepping into the ceiling after saying thank you

he got into the other side and started the car

the ride was silent, aside from you telling him where to go

by the time you had reached your house, you were surprised

only five minutes had passed

when you turned to thank sicheng again, he was already looking at you

he looked flustered, something that was apparent under the bright light of the street lamp mere metres away from sicheng’s car

“is something wrong?”

he was silent for a moment, biting his lip in uncertainty

then, he spoke

and when he did, your heart raced once again

“can i,,, kiss you?”

you gasped

sicheng looked embarrassed at the fact that he asked– ashamed even

before he could even apologize

you had leaned over the centre console and cupped his face with your hands before pressing your lips against his in a gentle kiss

sicheng’s eyes were blown wide with surprise, before they finally closed and he relaxed

the kiss was slow and sweet and you pulled away slowly just seconds later, your eyes still closed

sicheng was the first to open his eyes, and when he did he smiled widely

“you know,,,, i think you’re beautiful.”

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lovelycheollie · 7 years

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Seventeen and Their Jobs if They Weren't Idols

So the imagines here are how I see the boys if they weren’t idols. If you guys want some requests it’s fine go and ask me some 😂

S.coups: an actor

look at that. Wow. Just wow. My bby Cheollie. DO IT

He wants to be an actor so just give it to him

TBH I see him more as a bodyguard cause he’ll be guarding that body *wink wonk*

Anyway he knows how to be and not to be someone

With a face like that he could really be on Hallyu’s red carpet

He strives more cause wants to be your favorite actor dwaaaw

Jeonghan: a model

But I’m having second thoughts of him being a beauty queen tho

He’s pretty so why not???

His body just screams grace and catwalk

Imagine him walking there and he smiles at you

But then he lays at the middle because THE ANGEL IS TIRED

Oh well being a model fits him still

Joshua: a teacher

Could be also an angel or something

Too nice that he won’t scream at his students

Unless it’s music class and he has to reach the Fa note help this kid

He’s so kind to his students to the point that he’ll chat them to check if they’re doing great

If he’s my teacher I’ll be motivated all the way

Jun: a pilot

First is that he’s a tall Chinese man and it fits his perfectly

He’s also handsome and HE KNOWS IT

“Good morning this is your captain Junhui speaking. I’ll always be prettier than the one seated beside you so please do enjoy the flight.”

The pilot who’s sexy, free and single @/Junhui

Just think of him wearing the uniform and the luggage come on

Hoshi: a world-class choreographer

Really, he’s so good at making choreographies that’s all I can think of

Like Jisoo, he’s really nice to the students

Then someone makes a mistake and he tells it to the BooSeokSoon gang the next day

“Class will start at ten hour ten minute” good grief I am dead

But after a tiring day his pet chicken Coco is ready to cuddle him aww

Wonwoo: a college professor

He has this “I may be cold but I can teach you the hotness of the sun” aura with his students

He’ll be teaching with passion and with his deep voice SEND HELP

And on breaks he’s drinking coffee with his specs on

Wonwoo in a breathtaking polo and slacks please

He doesn’t scold you for having low grades, he’d help you instead because he loves teaching (and he loves you)

Woozi: a composer/writer

Like Hoshi, he’s so good at this game so you know

He’s making everything a living inspiration hun not kidding

But he’s doing it with a cute smile on his face because he likes what he’s doing

Imagine the little doodles on his notes dwaaw

“I wonder if she’ll like this” WHAT A SWEETHEART

DK: a pediatrician

Doctor Lee Seokmin curing your ailments with his smile and lollipops

His smiles soften the kids and he knows how to make them feel better

He also knows how to make you feel better *cough*

He keeps smiling in my head MAKE IT STOP

All the pain they feel melts away because of Seokminnie’s bright smile lol you might want some too

Mingyu: a housewife a restaurant owner

We all know he’s a good cook in the dorm so I see him beside the stove

Super rich cause he owns a restaurant

He’s the owner and the head chef as well so haha expect more

He might probably call the boys whenever they want fine dining but not for free. Mingyu needs cash too

He might also put housekeeping in the secret menu

The8: a martial arts instructor

He has enough knowledge on that field yo

Thughao is gonna be a tough nut to his students

But he’s compassionate enough to throw you around without getting injuries

Your body may hurt but it’s Minghao’s fault so it’s fine

Insert intense action music as he punches and kicks your asses

Seungkwan: a famous volleyball player

He’s a volleyball enthusiast hun make him do it

He has watched enough volleyball games to know whatever he’s doing

He’s still the mood maker of the team so no one tries to piss him off whenever there’s a game

Seungkwan in his jersey showing off his thick thighs YAAAAAAAAS

He likes being in front of the camera cause he knows he’s the best quality *ba dum tss*

Vernon: a barista

This kid may be shy but he may know his coffee

The smell of brewed beans feat. the Korean-American cutie behind the counter

HE’S WEARING A WHITE POLO AND BLACK APRON STOP IT

Whenever he gives the order his toothy grin will always pop out and your day is a million times better

He’s making your coffee and he writes your names with his number on it #MyBoySoSmooth

Dino: a teacher in kindergarten

Dino + kids = heaven on earth

Watch the SVT Kindergarten skit you’ll know what I’m talking about

hANA DEUL SET NE HEARTEU HEARTEU

He’s panicking around because some kid has stepped on a lego and started crying

Then he’ll realize that he has stepped on the lego and starts crying too

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incorrectstevesagaquotes · 1 year

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(Steve Saga)

Rainbow Steve: You saved me! Why?

Professor Red: People would think I murdered you if I didn't.

#steve saga #steve saga origins #rainbow steve #professor red #tss!rainbow steve #professor red steve #tss!professor red #red steve #tss!red steve #incorrect quotes #incorrect steve saga quotes #incorrect steve saga origins quotes #source: unknown

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illusion-reality-steve · 1 year

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If professor red or the scientist were to somehow enter the black hole would they become evil mad scientists

Oh, yes, absolutely.

That, or the Martian scientists will lose their minds trying to figure out why the black hole isn't acting like a realistic black hole. It fits because madness is a common topic in cosmic horror.

Thank you for the ask!

#asks #anonymous #steve saga #space saga #steve saga au #professor red #tss!professor red #martian scientist #steve au ask a thon

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minsugayoongiagustd · 7 years

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Her (Series)

Heyho, Fam!! It's my first time to write any sort of fan fiction. I have no idea if this is good enough for anyone's reading entertainment but I did have fun writing it. Let me know if this passes standards so I can upload the next part. If not, then I'll keep my writings to myself. No hard feelings! I really just wanted to try. :)

Parts alternate from the the character Andie's POV and Yoongi's POV.

Fluff only

**Part One: Andie**

It was such a cold day that I was actually happy to be inside, even if I was stuck waiting in the longest line ever. Seems like everyone wanted warm drinks today, so everything moved at a snail’s pace. But I didn’t mind. I woke up in such a good mood—thankful for everything that was happening in my life lately. I had gotten into the firm that I wanted to work in, finally was able to move into my own place and living the life that I had always dreamed about. I had the love of friends and family and have never felt more content. I literally could not ask for more… Except maybe warm strawberry tea. This line is taking forever. Just then, a message comes in:

Today I made french toast and strawberry tea just like we always have on cold mornings like this, but I forgot that you don’t live here anymore. I am a bit sad but I am enjoying the food and the memories it brings. I miss you and I am proud of you, my daughter. Be safe.

My Dad is the sweetest. He is a music professor at a University nearby so we often spent snow days together since I was little. French toast and strawberry tea had been our little ritual. I always crave for a cup on mornings like today. I miss him… I’m glad he SMS’d me. I start composing a reply when the barrista calls out. I realize that I am finally next in line. I put my phone away, rest my bag, coat, earmuffs and gloves on the counter and open my mouth to give my order when someone appears right beside me out of nowhere.

“Hey, I’m back. I forgot. I meant to give the change,” he said.

A strangers’ hand clutching small bills was suddenly beside mine that were already on the counter. They were possibly the whitest hands I’ve ever seen in my life. He sounded disengaged, like his mind was actually somewhere else, but his hands betrayed his cool demeanor. They were lined with veins that no doubt bore witness to countless stories. Funny how I could tell with just one look that he was no stranger to hard work. Hard work means passion, my Dad always says. And judging from his hands, he was undoubtedly a passionate guy.

“Sorry,” he said.

“Oh, it’s alright—I don’t mind,” I say, smiling awkwardly, being careful to not meet his gaze. I was painfully aware that I bluntly stared at his hands and was a bit worried that he might have caught me. I felt the heat rise to my cheeks. Why do I always blush this way? I hate that my cheeks always betray my emotions.

“I wasn’t talking to you,” he said coldly.

I look up to find that I was actually an intruder in the conversation between the barrista and this strange white-handed man. “Thank you very much, Sir. You didn’t have to come back,” the barrista replied.

“There’s more than enough there, maybe this could also pay for whatever she’s having. I did cut in line.” The tone in his voice was almost robotic.

“Me?” I asked, almost shocked at his audacity.

“I’m still not talking to you--but do you really see any other girl here apart from you right now? Tss…” He said, sounding very much annoyed.

What? Did I do something wrong? What was his deal?! Was he really annoyed at ME? Wasn’t HE the one who had cut in line? I had never met anyone more rude in my entire life! So many questions came flooding all at once and I prepared to release it all on him. I turned to face him and all of a sudden his gaze met mine. Wow. I was too stunned to speak. He was almost like a shadow in all black. He had on a baseball cap, a scarf that almost came up to his ears and a long winter coat. With all that on, I could clearly see the most expressive brown eyes I had ever seen staring back at me. His skin was porcelain and flawless. But those eyes… I could swear he saw right into my thoughts. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. Absolutely nothing. I stood there with an open mouth like an idiot, grabbing onto my purse for comfort.

He shot me a steely look as if to challenge me to say something and when I obviously couldn’t, he smirked. And in a split-second snapped out of my trance. I had never felt so provoked in my life!

“I’m going.” And just like that, the mystery man walked away without saying another word.

“Thank you again very much, Sir!” The barrista said happily. Turning to me, he said, “And what will you be having today, Ma’am?” His words hung in the air as I tried to process what had just happened.

I’m usually a pretty feisty girl. I never let anyone get away with disrespecting me. Ever. I never saw this guy’s face before in my life and he somehow he is getting away with mistreating me for no cause at all. I had never felt so insulted so early in the morning. Did I not look like I could buy my own drinks? Did I seem like the kind of girl who could be talked to in that manner? So many thoughts filled my head. Who does this guy think he is? I completely abandoned my cravings, grabbed my stuff from the counter and marched straight out the door after this rude man.

A rush of cold wind hit me like a ton of bricks but I was too upset to worry about it. I fumbled with all my winter gear that I was absent-mindedly carrying instead of wearing and hurriedly opened my wallet to take out a few bills.

“Ya!!! Hey you!” I said, trying to catch up to the mystery man.

His long black coat was flapping in the cold January wind behind him. He walked faster and pretended to not hear me. All I could really see from his face was the black baseball cap bobbing up and down as he stared down at the pavement.

“Hey, you owe me an apology too!” I half-scream toward his back. “I really didn’t do anything for you to talk to me that way! Hey! You! In the black coat! YA!!!”

Finally catching up, I took his arm and turned him around to hand him the bills. “Here. I can buy my own tea, thanks. Can I just remind you that YOU were the one who cut in line. AND! By the way, you can’t just disrespect people like that and throw them a few bucks to make it up. It doesn’t work that way.” The guy does not look up at all.

“I don’t know what you want. I don’t want your money,” he said under his breath, swatting my hand and starting to walk away again.

“Well neither do I!!” I say loud enough that some people on the busy sideway turn to look at what was unfolding.

He finally looked up with a frustrated expression on his face. “Look, Miss. I don’t know what you want from me. I tried to buy you coffee to apologize. It’s not my problem if you don’t want it. Take your money and leave me alone.”

“What I want is an apology, and this is YOUR money.” I say, grabbing his wrist and firmly pressing the money into his palm. “I’m just giving it back. So say it—apologize to me.” I tried to look him dead in the eye so that he would know how serious I was.

So there we stood in the middle of the street, our hands still somehow connected to each other, in the freezing cold staring each other down. My breath catches in my throat. Those eyes… I feel my cheeks burn—from anger, or the cold or how this guy is making me feel right now, I don’t know. Oh, God, please let it be anything but the last option.

“You really shouldn’t step out into freezing weather wit not even a coat on. See? You’ve turned so red from the cold.”

He takes my hand and makes it into fist, securing the bills into my palm. I am surprisingly resigned to his touch. He suddenly takes the scarf he is wearing from his around his neck and puts it around mine. It smells clean but well-worn. It instantly makes me feel safe.

This time, I really didn’t know what to say. And I can’t move. He looks at me intently the eye, turns around and walks away.

Damn.

#bts #bangtan #bangtanboys #bangtansonyeondan #beyondthescene #btsyoongi #btssuga #minyoongi #minsuga #agustd #fanfiction #her

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