#( WHY WOULD YOU SPARK THIS DISCUSSION. NOW I GOT THREE OF THEM IN MY HEAD. )
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Silent Cosmos (Edward Cullen)(Ch. 1)
Pairing: Edward Cullen x GN! Mute!Reader
Words: 3.0k+
Warning(s): Mentions of past car accident, mentions of minor character death/parents dying, swearing, implications of past bullying, mentions of high school lacking services, blood mention.
A/N: YAY i finally have this done. I’ve had this idea since before i started grad school and finally got it done! I hope yall enjoy :) This series takes place before Victoria’s army comes to Forks and Edward may be OOC but like, oh well.
Also in this series, Bella and Edward had a mutual break up w/ no hard feelings <3
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"On foot
I had to cross the solar system
before I found the first thread of my red dress.
I sense myself already.
Somewhere in space hangs my heart,
shaking in the void, from it stream sparks
into other intemperate hearts."
--Edith Södergran, 'On Foot I Had to Cross the Solar System'
On one unfortunate night when you were seven, a drunk driver hit your parents car. Your mother on the passenger side died instantly, your father later succumbed to his injuries in the hospital. You were injured severely, but the doctors managed to keep you alive... At the cost of your voice. Chunks of glass tore through and stabbed your neck; the damage to your larynx was the worst, the second was nerve damage. You could speak in a very harsh, almost whisper-like, voice but it caused an intense amount of pain. You were upset. You hated that driver for what they took from you.
Your aunt and uncle took you in, and were able to help you adjust as you grew. They learned and taught you sign language, they helped you cope with the loss of your parents as best they could, and were always supportive. Despite their work lives keeping them away, they always tried their best to give you attention when they had the free time.
You found ways to enjoy life again, particularly in the stars. They were almost comforting to you when you were alone, looking out your bedroom window. You weren't sure why you have such an affinity for space and what it holds. Maybe because your father brought you out at night to point out all the constellations and their stories. Those moments with him started your interest. And now, you believed your parents were amongst the many stars in the vast universe.
You grew content with not having a voice. You adapted and overcame the curveball life sent your way. You just wished the pain wasn't constantly lingering.
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It was the day you started going to your new highschool in Forks. It wasn't ideal transferring to a different school, but your uncle's job called for it. He was a firefighter and he was offered a sizable pay increase and rank promotion to fire captain if he took up the position for the Forks station. Your aunt, a nurse, was able to transfer to Forks hospital. They discussed the idea of moving with you of course, and you not wanting to hinder your uncle's promotion or damper his excitement, you supported the move from California to Washington.
You could already tell this rinky dink school wouldn't have anyone that understands ASL and the school said they are still looking to hire someone to be an interpreter of sorts, so you were mentally preparing yourself for the mess you may be entering. At least you transferred only three weeks into the new school year, that would make any school work you needed to catch up on relatively easy. It also helped it was your senior year as well.
As soon as you got out of your car, all of the heads of the student body snapped in your direction. You guess they've never seen a new kid before. You make your journey towards the building, hoping that no one would bother to talk to you. You already saw a teen walk up to you, he had straight black hair and a toothy grin.
"Hi, I'm Eric. You're the new kid." He seemed friendly.
You offer a little wave and sign, hoping he would get the inclination you could not speak.
"Shit... I don't know sign except..." He gave you the sign sorry before pointing to his ears and back to you. You shook your head and tapped your throat. "Oh! You can't speak." You nodded. "Sorry about all the confusion. Welcome to Forks High, home of the Spartans. I'm pretty much the eyes and ears."
You simply nod along when necessary and smiled as he gave you the very quick run down of most of the immediate gossip of school, which was centered around you, the new kid. He seemed like a nice guy but glancing at the clock you passed by in the hall you knew it was close to your first class.
"And don't get me started on the Cul-What?" You interrupted him as you held out your schedule to him, pointing to your first class. "Oh yeah, guess class is starting soon. Lets see... you're in 103 for English with Mr. Baker which is..." He glanced up. "Right down the hall. I have History right next door."
You smile at his help and follow him through the sea of students.
You wave Eric goodbye and enter classroom 103. You felt eyes of everyone land on you, but none more eye-catching or captivating as the gold pair near the back of the classroom. His gaze was intense, eyes wide, as he stared at you. You held his gaze. You weren't sure what to think at the moment but before anything could come to mind, an older gentleman walked in and stole your attention. You assumed correctly this was Mr. Baker.
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Edward was the first to arrive for his first period class. He was always punctual, but there was a difference now. He no longer had Bella in tow.
It was a mutual end to their quick relationship. While her blood did appeal to him greatly, the fastness of their relationship hurt them both emotionally at the end. It was purely fascination of each others beings that they mistake as something else. While it did hurt, Edward could admit to himself he wasn't distraught over it. They remained friends and he was content with that.
Slowly, other students began filling the classroom as the clock ticked on. Everyone filling seats they usually sat in despite there being no assigned seating. No one ever sat next to him, often feeling intimidated by his status as a Cullen. The vampire paid them no mind, occupying his attention to watching the typical Forks rain traverse down the window he always sat by. He tuned out everyone's thoughts the best he could, letting his usual melancholy about his nature linger in his mind.
Edward perked up when he heard an fast-beating heart breakthrough his attempts of zoning out. Shifting his focus to the doorway his eyes latched on to the new student.
You.
It didn't take reading thoughts to feel the buzz of a new student arriving in the small school.
He felt... strange. Much like with Bella, your scent invaded his senses and made him thirsty, yet, that wasn't what caught his immediate attention.
It was the eyes. Something about them captivated Edward. He wasn't sure what about them had him staring at you, who now stared back at him. The vampire attempted to discern your thoughts and he caught an inkling of curiosity starting to bleed out before the teacher took your attention away. His stayed on you, and didn't pay him any mind or had any idea he wad, and focused his enhanced hearing on the conversation.
"Hello, new student?" The teacher greeted and softly spoke your name. The auburn haired male watched as the you nodded.
Edward's curiosity peaked when he finally heard their thoughts, clear as the days outside of Forks.
"Yes, that's me. Do you know sign?" He heard their thoughts as he watched their hands easily relay in sign language. I'm expecting a no they internally sighed.
"Oh shoot I wasn't told..." A worried look passed on the teachers face as his sentence trailed off. Edward can hear his thoughts complain that the school failed to inform him about the new student outside their name and grade. A look of exasperation briefly flashed on your face.
Who would of fucking thought Forks High, a small-ass school, would not inform their teachers. Fantastic. Wonderful. I love it. It was a pointed statement that had Edward both mildly shocked at the language and pretty amused. I wonder how much others outside of Eric will put up with me here.
Edward sighed. He knew he shouldn't involve himself with another human but he couldn't help it. Whatever captivated him and the resignation you mentally expressed already had moved him. He got up from his spot and quickly moved to the front of the classroom.
"Apologies, I don't mean to cut in but I know sign."
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You blink at the golden-eyed student he approached you and the teacher. You felt a grateful smile tug on your lips as you faced him. Immediately, you felt some appreciation and felt good about being wrong on your previous assumption.
"Thank you, Edward." Mr. Baker smiled in relief. Edward gave the teacher a small, tight lipped smile at him and faced you. The teacher introduced you to him. "And this is Edward Cullen."
"I'm sorry for any inconvenience." Edward spoke as you signed, his voice soft and velvety. Observing his face, you watched as his brows furrow at your statement, which became almost a second nature for you due to the way your previous school treated you. You often faced irritated glances or your existence ignored entirely outside the feo close friends you accumulated.
"Please relay to them-" Mr. Baker spoke but you immediately shook your head and held up a hand.
"I am neither deaf or hard of hearing, sir. I just can't speak." Edward translated for you again. "I look forward to class with you both." A smile appeared on his face again.
"You too. And you aren't being an inconvenience at all. It's the fault of the school, really." Mr. Baker offered a kind smile. Edward left the two of you, as if knew he wouldn't be needed again. "Take a seat wherever you want, I don't do assigned seating unless it becomes an issue." Mr. Baker gave you a kind smile and gestured for you to pick out a seat, while he moved to the classroom computer. You take a glance around, only seeing three spots open.
Your eyes landed on the one next to Edward, causing you to perk up. Though, you hesitated, his small smile and the single, subtle nod assured you it was fine to sit by him. Holding your backpack strap a little tighter, you move between desks to join him.
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Edward watched as you sat next to him. You offered him a quick smile before you started pulling out your notebook and your small pencil case. You didn't look over at him as you stared up at the board, waiting for class to start.
The vampire was curious and while he knew it was an invasion of privacy, he couldn't help but try and focus in on more of your thoughts. Except he was met with...
What? His brows furrowed. Edward felt overwhelmed for a moment, his sense felt almost deprived as he tried peering in your mind again.
Edward suddenly saw what he perceived as a galaxy. Stars, planets, moons, a sun... it was vast and it was breathtaking. It wasn't something he never saw before, this detailed, in a humans mind. He was able to view this scene for just a few fleeting moments until he suddenly felt warm energy push against his mind.
The vampire blinked. His presence was back in classroom 103. He glanced toward you. Paying close attention, he didn't see anything that indicated you were in any way aware of what just occured. He heard the teacher swear under his breath as he attempted to get the projector working, and used this moment to speak with you.
Softly, he called your name, bringing your attention to him.
"How are you liking Forks?" Edward recognized he was a bit awkward, but you gave no inclination that you minded or judged him.
"It's wet. But I don't mind it. The scenery is nice." You signed and it was as if the cosmos that warded him from your thoughts was lifted. Hearing your thoughts again after being blocked out by the cosmos left him perplexed and curious.
"Forks does have its charm in scenery." He chuckled. "But I assume that isn't why you moved?"
"No, but it definitely is a bonus." You smiled. "My uncle got a promotion so we moved up from California."
"What does he do?"
"He is now the fire captain here."
Edward had a kind smile and offered a small congratulations to him. He then spoke again, "What does your class schedule look like?"
You reached into your zip up hoodie pocket and pull out a folded piece of paper. Unfolding it, you slid it to his desk. His golden eyes scanned the paper and he felt some sort of happiness that your schedules almost align completely. The only class difference was your last two classes, which would have you taking gym and history without him.
"Looks like we will be seeing each other a lot. We have almost all the same classes."
That's a relief. Edward suppressed a smile at your thoughts. I hope we can be at least friendly with one another.
"Since we have most of our classes together, would you like to be friends?" He asked. He could already hear Rosalie scolding him for getting involved with another human, but he didn't particularly care what she would think.
You were another anomaly to his, otherwise, stationary life. He has no plans to try and initiate a quick romantic relationship again. He simply was curious to the stars that lingered behind your eyes.
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It was nearing lunchtime. You glanced out the window of your math class while the teacher closed out her lesson and began explaining what the homework was going to be. You were very grateful for Edward sticking by you in each course. He was able to help you talk to your teachers, answer and ask questions, and made Forks high a little more welcoming.
You had met two of his siblings in that time frame, Emmett and Alice, who were both a delight. Alice already expressed how much she was excited to finally get to know you, which you assumed she was wanting to meet the new kid, and Emmett offered to watch your back in gym with the biggest grin you've seen on a persons face. It also warmed your heart to find they also knew sign too.
The initial worry of being a forever outsider like before began melting away. So far things have been pleasant unlike your last experience.
As you mind wandered off to old school memories of bullies and loneliness, you were still unaware of Edward trying to discern your thoughts again. You missed the look of confusion and frustration on his face. Although, you did manage to hear him make a noise that sounded like frustration, which snapped your attention on him.
"Everything okay?" You ask him. He glanced up at the teacher who was now facing the board writing the homework down.
"Just... wanting class to be over." Edward gave you a tight lipped smile. "Mrs. Johnsons' classes are usually a bore."
You nodded with a smile and silent chuckle.
The class bell rang, signaling an end, and practically everyone ran out for lunch. You eyed the crowd trying to leave and shrug your shoulders. You scribbled down the equations Mrs. Johnson assigned before putting your class materials away and preemptively pulled out your brown bag lunch.
You glanced to Edward while you both stood up. You weren't sure if you should continue sticking by his side until it was time for your last two periods or find your own corner to decompress. Perhaps giving him a break from-
"Are you ready?" His soft voice cut through your thoughts. You blink, pausing for a moment, before nodding.
"Lead the way." You smiled, though you were sure it came off as nervous. There will be so many people...
"Would you like to sit with my family and I, or would you like to go somewhere quiet?" You looked at him a bit shocked, were you that easy to read? You could see the twitch of his lip like he was going to respond but he kept quiet.
"Somewhere quiet, just for today."
"Follow me then."
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Rosalie sighed as she leaned against the table, waiting for her siblings to join her and Emmett for lunch. She then looked to her partner and leaned against him, who laughed and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. Her golden eyes followed Bella's form with a glare as she sat down with her friends.
"Come on, babe. Her and Edward have no hard feelings." Emmett spoke in a quiet tone.
"It's still a danger to us." She grumbled.
"Nope! She still becomes a vampire like us." Alice suddenly sat down with a bright smile. Jasper was quick to sit down next to her.
"Even after what happened with the Volturi and James?" Emmett asked.
"Yep. While the course of her and Edward's relationship definitely changed, she still becomes a part of our clan."
"Great." Rosalie rolled her eyes and then glanced around at the table. "Speaking of Edward, where is he?"
"Probably off with the new kid." Emmett smirked. "They seem pretty nice. Edward's been helping them since they can't speak."
"Another human?" She looked to her partner then to Alice. "Did you..."
"Have a vision of them? Yes. The day before Edward and Bella parted their romantic relationship, I had a vision of them coming to Forks. And then after meeting them, I saw them and Edward, looking pretty close." She smiled and giggled.
"Great, another human who is going to choose to be a vampire." Rose scoffed.
"Rosalie-" Alice's usually bright expression drops. Everyone at the Cullen table looked at her with worry as it appeared her eyes glaze over. Jasper immediately gripped her hand under the table as he could feel a wave of sadness wash over from her.
"Darling?" Jasper whispered.
Alice blinked rapidly. She looked to the others with a worried expression. "I... I didn't see the specifics but... It wasn't their choice."
It was silent between them. Rosalie's eyes were wide, Emmett clenched his fist under the table, Jasper tried his best to calm everyone, and Alice simply blinked and tried looking to the future again.
She could see you, crying and writhing as the venom from a bite on your arm took hold, blood all over you. Edward and Carlisle were right by your side, speaking. But she couldn't hear what they were saying.
All she heard was a high pitched ring.
And then the vision flashes a blinding white and she swears she could feel intense heat against her face.
She was back at the table again with her family. It was the same vision as before. Never had she seen such a bright light, heard such a noise, or felt anything like that from a vision.
"We have to talk to Carlisle."
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The poll results speak. You’re getting some sugar relationship actionnnn plus their hot son
Yandere Baki Head Canons
Orochi Doppo and Natsue addition (plus one-sided Katsumi)
Minors DNI. People who find my content cringe do not interact. Don’t even look at it. Don’t even acknowledge it. (I had a dream about this)
Uncomfortable themes: age difference, obsession, NSFW, escorting, sugar baby, etc
Doppo and Natsue
They decided to try to spice up their marriage a bit. Their sex life had taken a hit recently and they felt at a stand still. It was thanks to Katsumi that they came up with the idea of a third. He was talking loudly with Katou and Suedou about threesomes and it was then that they decided to try one out for themselves (they know d*mn well none of the karatekas were having sex but it still inspired them)
They decide to look for a sugar baby. That way it’s a symbiotic relationship for all parties. And you were a pretty face indeed! You certainly didn’t look like you belonged in such a website with how innocent you portrayed yourself but maybe that’s what caught their eye. How modest you were amongst the others
They set up a date with you and you’re even cuter in person! Like a lamb. You were also close in age to Katsumi, but they weren’t deterred. You had an old soul. You were so easy to talk to and the three of you got along incredibly well. It was the perfect match!
They discussed the threesome idea with you and payments. You admitted that this would be your first sugar relationship and more. You needed money for schooling so you would I be okay with their offer (it was better than a job). Natsue was thrilled. The two of them pay you handsomely for your time and arrange for you to come over
When they bring you over for the first time, you run into Katsumi. It was just a chance meeting but Natsue and Doppo didn’t expect their son to develop a crush on you. Nor did they expect him to follow you around like a puppy dog
It was when they told him to leave that he began to be a little strange. They didn’t pay any mind to him though. Katsumi was an adult, he was going to find out what his parents do behind closed doors one day
The first time the three of you got intimate, it was definitely more of a learning experience. A tangle of limbs and shy kisses. Natsue never knew someone could be so soft and sweet and Doppo didn’t know how nice it felt to have two people giving him attention. This whole situation made the older couple feel so many years younger
This arrangement really sparked back up their sex life but they enjoyed having you in the mix. You were the missing piece. But they did notice how uncomfortable you seemed around Katsumi and his advances. So Doppo just keeps you away from his son
You were in their bed four to five days a week, you were basically their newest member of the family at this point as the days turned to months. They enjoyed your company so much, they are going to ask you to move in with them
Doppo and Natsu are very gentle with you and everything is incredibly sensual. You’re always left satisfied and you make sure to give them as much satisfaction as possible. Whether your under Doppo or Natsue, you make sure to leave them both breathless
Doppo and Natsue take you on lots of dates. They just love spending time with you. It isn’t always sex with them
Katsumi mentions your close relationship to his parents to his friends and they look at him horrified. They inform him that you’re their third. Reality hits Katsumi like a truck. Is that why you kept rejecting him? Because you’re in a relationship with his parents?
He goes over a little earlier and that’s when he sees Doppo pressing a kiss on one of your cheeks while Natsue presses a kiss on the other while you cook. He couldn’t believe he didn’t see it before
He now has a front row seat to your relationship and he’s so jealous of Doppo and Natsue. He is absolutely starving for any crumbs of attention he gets from you. He will want more and more if you give him the slightest acknowledgment (he’s delusional)
When you move in with Doppo and Natsue, Katsumi starts to swing by everyday to the point his parents have to have one on one time with you. It’s a little frustrating how he’s interfering but Doppo is quick to catch onto Katsumi’s feelings for you
Doppo sits Katsumi down to explain that you were his and Natsue’s partner and he needs to let go but Katsumi wasn’t having it. You were the same age as him so you should be with someone close in age to you. It turns into a pretty heated argument actually
So you have one of two choices. Continue the agreement to just be with Natsue and Doppo or allow Katsumi into the equation to keep the peace. Now you will be with Katsumi one on one only and on the weekends (it’s like a custody agreement)
Doppo and Natsue will respect either decision and Katsumi will still chase after you regardless of your rejection of him
#baki hanma#baki the grappler#baki x reader#baki son of ogre#yandere#yandere imagine#yandere fic#baki the grappler x reader#yandere baki#female reader#baki headcanons#baki dou#grappler baki#katsumi orochi#baki#doppo orochi#doppo Natsue#Yandere sugar daddy#Yandere sugar mommy#male reader#gender neutral reader#baki fanfiction
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Expectations vs Reality with Kanya!!
Hello Rabbid warren! Here’s something I’ve been chewing over since beating The Last Spark Hunter. I wanted to talk a bit about the way some of my speculation about Kanya (heavily informed by all the mutually-discussed theories here) clashed with the reality, and the ways in which her story both disappointed me a bit but also surprised me and surpassed what I expected. And so, let’s begin!
Expectation 1: She’s Edge’s sister
The idea was that, unlike the relationship between the other Hunters, the as-yet-unnamed Mysterious Foe and Edge were directly created to be sisters, and knew each other as such. This was strongly held by a lot of people, largely based on their similarities in appearance (eyebrows, hair, being more typical rabbids than the other spark hunters) and then reinforced by some great observations and speculations that went around the fandom. I myself was like 99% certain this is where they were headed.
Reality: Well, not really
So, while Kanya was created as Edge’s replacement and therefore to directly fill her role (thus accounting for the similarities in appearance), they seem to have the same lack of familial relationship as the rest of the hunters. In fact they are probably the ones who are MOST distant to each other, since Edge didn’t even know about Kanya beforehand and they had never met.
Verdict: Kinda sad about it
It’s a bit unfair to judge the story for missed opportunities based off of something that turned out to be completely invented by us, no matter how convincing the evidence was. BUT STILL, those fan-theories really made so much sense and got me excited for a unique relationship to be portrayed. Based on their similarities, I can’t help but feel that them being perceived as sisters is something the devs at least considered, but didn’t have time or chose not to make the story about that.
I still like to headcanon that they instinctively view each other as such, or that Kanya at least has little-sibling-jealousy even if it’s entirely one-sided and Edge doesn’t consider her family. But since this has to remain firmly in the realm of headcanon, it would be technically no more problematic to ship them than shipping Edge with Midnite etc. However, because I do see them as sisters in at least a mental sense, it’s not something I will ever do.
Expectation 2: The Last Spark Hunter... was actually the FIRST Spark Hunter!!!
I remember seeing people talk about this pretty much as soon as the image of Kanya was revealed, combined with the broken statue; speculating that she was the “proto Edge” and created first, possibly first of all the Hunters. If she “backfired” in some way, or was rejected by Cursa and replaced by Edge, this would make sense why she was apparently living in some isolated spot and we never see her with the others.
Reality: Nah, The Last Spark Hunter was actually just the last spark hunter
She was the last one Cursa made, she was created after Edge left in order to replace her, if you’re reading this I’m sure you know the story.
Verdict: ....I actually like this better
So I tried not too hard to think about “Mystery Spark Hunter” story stuff before we knew the truth, but I found myself imagining she had been created first and rejected, or created to be a co-leader with Edge and they fought and Kanya was banished... basically all my theories were tending towards the idea that she had been created before or at least alongside Edge. I loved the idea of her being the older sister when she was actually the little gremlin of the two with the higher-pitched voice, lol.
But actually? Learning she was made to be a replacement hits so much harder, now that I’ve let it sink in. She was made to lead these three people who had known, and fought beside, and cared for, another person before her. She was a newcomer into their group, into EXISTENCE ITSELF, made to live up to someone she could never live up to. Given just as much free will in order to be an effective leader, but demanded and coerced and probably “encouraged” to be subservient. What a tortured (possibly literally) existence she must have lived until she managed to break away from it all.
Honestly the truth is a complete reversal from my half-imagined theories, but it makes her a far more interesting character in the end. There’s so much left unsaid, so much we don’t know, but her character is inevitably tragic in the beginning, and then gloriously free, free to be an absolutely unhinged villain with no apologies, formed by - but not dwelling on - her sad backstory. A type of character I love.
My ideal reality
So, as you can see I was disappointed that they weren’t acknowledged as sisters, but pleased with the fact she was actually the second-born, the replacement. If I could do a rewrite of the DLC, I would combine these ideas - keep her backstory the same, but have Edge come to see a reflection of herself in this newbie, and offer her a caring hand, much like she deliberately showed her old (ahem) “friend” Midnite mercy. This, of course, Kanya would reject- but there would be a direct admission that they shared a special bond, of being the same in some way- and then Kanya would leave of her own free will instead of being blasted off, swearing that they would meet again.
Instead, probably because of time/development limitations, Edge just basically... does not care at all about meeting her replacement LMAO, it’s kinda funny in its own way, she’s like “I am so done with that life.” And like yeah she hadn’t admitted her past to the others yet so I understand she had to play it cool- but ideally we’d get something a little more emotional between them, in a private moment. Or even something between them that the other heroes didn’t understand. Or y’know. Anything at all. :P
Thoughts, opinions, disagreements, anyone? :V
Also I might make a follow-up to this because I feel like I had more to say but it’s getting late; still, I wanted to type it up while it was on my mind.
I really love my goth toothy girl no matter what
Be free and evil forever, perfect being
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Far away - Twice’s Mina
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Mina x f!reader
Angst
There was a time when all you could think about was her.
After a long day at work, you would wait for her patiently to come back from practice to relax between her arms as you snuggled against her neck, her scent making you feel calm, protected and safe.
There wouldn’t be a moment where you wouldn’t be sending her a text reminding her how much you loved, missed, wanted to see her.
She was always ready to give you all the time, to stop everything she was doing to focus on you, because there wasn’t anything she loved more than you talking about your passions.
“Are you gonna love me until my hair turns gray?” she would randomly ask while caressing your head that was resting on her lap.
You would nod, as a chuckle adorned the moment, “why wouldn’t I? You got me wrapped around your finger”.
After a little more than two years of relationship, you started to notice how her schedule became more hectic with group and solo activities. You were happy your girlfriend’s career was blooming, you were proud of all the things she had achieved. Every bit of effort she had made staying up late practicing and rehearsing trying to perfect her art was worth it.
You couldn’t help but smile at the TV whenever an ad featuring her pretty face would come up.
“Look at my beautiful view,” you would text, attaching a picture of the TV.
However it would be left delivered for a couple of hours, before getting a short answer or even just a syllable.
There were days when all you wanted to do was to come home to her warmth, to be held after a discussion at work, to be listened to as you ranted about how awful people were.
Yet you arrived at an empty house and a phone ringing with no answer.
“Sorry, I can’t answer, I’m busy right now. I’ll stay at the dorm since I have a very early schedule tomorrow”.
You didn’t want to admit it, but it made you feel neglected.
You wanted to understand that she had priorities but weren’t you one of them?
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There was a time you didn’t know about her for three days.
She was in America with the group for her tour, but she didn’t text nor answered your calls. You couldn’t get worried about her since she was still updating her socials.
Her smile on pictures made you remember all the good times you spent together. How she would make you feel like the most important girl in the world. You missed the way her eyes sparked whenever they met yours.
It all felt so distant now.
How much would that hollow feeling last? Would you stop feeling lonely once she was back? Did you really need her to be by your side all the time to know she loved you?
“Hello?” you answered your phone sleepily since it was almost 4am in the morning.
“My love,” the voice on the other side said.
It made your heart stop. A wave of emotions came over you as you felt tears filling your eyes.
“W-why didn’t you call as soon as you arrived?”
“I was busy, Y/N, I just got time to call you and let you know I’m fine,” she answered, a hint of guilt in her voice. You felt relieved at her news.
“I’m glad you’re fine,” you said, not really knowing what else to say.
There was a slight silence over the phone. You knew she could tell your mind was somewhere else.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, tentative. Her voice still calm as she didn’t know all the things that you were thinking about.
You knew there were things that couldn’t be discussed over the phone.
“Nothing, I just…”
“I can tell something is wrong by the sound of your voice, Y/N”.
“I promise,” you lied, “there’s nothing wrong, just.. come back soon, alright?” you almost pleaded, feeling the tears on your eyes again.
You didn’t want to say some things out loud, it would make them real and it was a reality you didn’t want to face.
“I’ll try, although it doesn’t depend on me,” she trailed off. “I gotta go now, they’re taking us to a photo shoot in a moment,” she informed you, trying to make a little bit more of conversation.
“Alright, take care please,” you reminded her.
“I will,” she reassured you. “I’m going now, love you,” she said, waiting a second for you to reply.
But you felt the weight of the whole world falling onto you and crushing your heart in a thousand pieces.
After she hung up, you left the phone on your night stand as you hugged the pillow that still had her scent on it.
The tears finally fell from your eyes as the hollow feeling inside you made you realize you couldn’t keep pretending everything was fine.
As soon as she was back, things were going to change forever.
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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 1) Chapter Three
Chapter Three: My Therapist Won't Be Happy
Warnings: None that I think
(Y/N) yawned as they ascended the stairs between their apartment and Lucifer’s. Just as they reached the top, they could see Lucifer pushing someone into the elevator. At first they thought it was just someone he spent the night with (he had somewhat calmed down, at least that’s what Mazikeen claimed, but he still have people over occasionally), but when (Y/N) got a better look, they could tell it was Dr. Canaan. They frowned. Why is he here? Silently, they watched Lucifer try to push Dr. Canaan into the elevator.
“Go, go,” hissed Lucifer urgently, obviously trying to hide the other man.
“Alright, alright, but we need to discuss the—”
“Yes, yes, now go!” Lucifer pressed the button for the elevator doors.
“Who was that?” asked (Y/N). A flicker of distrust sparked. However, they went about her business of putting together lunch for school. Seem normal, and people tell you everything.
“Just a man asking for a favor, a little overzealous if you ask me,” joked Lucifer. “Some people’s desires are quite intense!”
Before their face betrayed their understanding of his lies, they steeled it in a smirk and chuckled. “Yeah, I can tell you that from experience.”
Lucifer chuckled before checking his watch. “It seems it’s time to meet with the Detective.”
“You’re actually leaving on time?” asked (Y/N). “That’s unusual.”
“Well, this case is a bit more important to me than the usual murders,” said Lucifer. “A guard was killed in a storage facility, and something of mine was taken.”
(Y/N) cocked their head. “What was in it?”
“My wings,” said Lucifer casually.
(Y/N) froze from where they were grabbing bread for a sandwich. “Wings?”
“I cut them off as a ‘screw you’ to dear old Dad.”
This a normal conversation, thought (Y/N) sarcastically. “And you just…put them in a storage container?”
“Well, I wasn’t going to display them in the penthouse, was I?” remarked Lucifer, grabbing a jacket.
“People would’ve thought they were art,” pointed out (Y/N). “People are pretty oblivious.” They finished their sandwich and put it into their lunchbox. “Good luck finding your wings.” I can’t believe that’s a normal conversation for me.
Lucifer smiled as he stepped into the elevator. “I’m sure I’ll have them back soon.” The doors closed.
(Y/N) tossed their lunch down onto the counter. “And I’ll have answers.” School can wait. Lucifer is lying about something, and I’m finding out what. They frowned. My therapist won’t be happy.
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(Y/N) stood in front of the office, deciding how to go about getting information. They needed to avoid Dr. Wilson but find out who Dr. Canaan was. He wasn’t Linda, Lucifer’s usual therapist. They had no idea what he specialized in. If they could find out…they could find out what Lucifer was doing with him.
A problem he wouldn’t tell Linda about? Bad… (Y/N) frowned. And if Dr. Canaan wasn’t really a therapist? Even worse…
Taking a deep breath, (Y/N) put the years of acting around their parents to use. With a nervous, shy look on their face, they walked into the office.
“Hi, sweetie, can I help you?” asked the receptionist, smiling.
Great, it’s a new girl. If (Y/N) wasn’t as talented as they were, they would have broken character and smiled. Having someone who knew them at the front desk would make this harder. They leaned over the desk, playing up their natural anxiety, to speak to the receptionist. “I, um, I’m here to see Dr…” She glanced at the schedule on the secretary’s desk. “Landon.” That particular doctor was completely free at that time. Strange, no Dr. Canaan scheduled for anything this week.
“Alright.” The secretary checked the schedule. “Excuse me, but where is your family?”
“U-Um…” (Y/N) glanced around nervously. They were legitimately having difficulty coming up with a cover story so played up their part of anxious teen.
“Oh, no, honey, no need to be so nervous,” said the secretary, smiling kindly. “I just meant that Dr. Landon is a family therapist, I thought your family would be here.”
I can work with this. “Well…that’s why we’re here…They might be a bit late…” (Y/N) looked down and fiddled with their hoodie drawstrings.
The secretary’s eyes softened. “Don’t worry, sweetie, you can go right ahead to the office. It’s just down the hall. And I’m sure everything will work out.”
Nodding hastily, (Y/N) turned and walked down the hall towards all the counseling rooms. More importantly, out of sight of the receptionist. That worked out well. I’ll have to remember the scared little kid character. They stopped and frowned. I wonder if it’s a bad thing that I’m trying to remember how to manipulate people… Deciding to put that problem aside (that might be another bad habit), (Y/N) walked down the hall. They read each of the plaques, but none said, “Dr. Canaan.” They did, however, come to a blank door. If he’s new, maybe he doesn’t have a plaque. Testing the doorhandle, they were pleasantly surprised to see it was open. (Y/N) entered and shut the door behind them.
Looking around, they found a pretty barren room, but that didn’t say much since their own therapist’s office was kept neat and tidy. What is the standard for therapist offices? wondered (Y/N). They pulled some books from the shelves but found that they were just the DSM-5 and the standard books for a psychologist. The only unusual item was an old bible placed reverently on the desk. So he’s some sort of religious therapist, if this is real. What would Lucifer want with this guy?
(Y/N) snapped to attention as footsteps sounded in the hall. They ducked under the desk. From the crack underneath, they could see a pair of heels and men’s shoes.
“The lunch was lovely, Doctor,” said Dr. Canaan’s voice.
“Well, I hope we can enjoy more in the future. As colleagues, of course,” said Linda’s voice.
“Oh, and here’s what I spoke of earlier.” The shoes got closer to the desk, and (Y/N) held their breath. They stopped before going around the desk. Instead, the book was lifted. “I have lots of annotations and notes in this. It may help with understanding your patient’s metaphors.”
That’s probably Lucifer. So Dr. Canaan does know him. (Y/N) listened carefully to their discussion.
“Thank you, I need this. I’m hoping there’s something about wings in here since he claims to have ‘lost’ his own,” said Linda.
“What do you think the wings represent?” asked Dr. Canaan.
“Probably a form of freedom. Losing them might represent a sudden change in his life that has affected him negatively,” suggested Linda. “I’m still trying to connect the dots.”
Dr. Canaan hummed, considering. “I don’t know much of his life—”
Liar, you know him. No idea how, but you do.
“—but he does work for the LAPD, perhaps something happened there. And…he did start fostering a child recently, correct?”
(Y/N) felt their stomach flip. A sense of uneasiness washed over them. Am I a problem to Lucifer? Sure, they knew that Lucifer wasn’t speaking in metaphors about his wings, but the idea of him having a sudden, negative change in his life because of them hurt.
“(Y/N)? Yes, Lucifer fosters them. I suppose I should explore that avenue…” Linda seemed hesitant. “It’s possible he has some unprocessed feelings about the sudden change of having a child around, but I think that identifying and working through those emotions will help.”
Dr. Canaan hummed in understanding. “Of course, it’s better to be certain.”
“Do you have experience in family therapy?” asked Linda.
“A bit, yes. And unfortunately, I’ve seen foster families realize that they aren’t truly ready to take care of a child, even if they believe they are. I suggest you make sure that isn’t the case as both the child and the foster parent will be affected by the situation.”
“Hm…I don’t believe it’s the case, but I’ll make sure.”
“Of course.” They walked out of the office, and the door closed behind them.
(Y/N) found it difficult to move. Does Lucifer want me? Was I just something that he thought was funny but is annoyed with now? Is he going to leave me? Is that what he was going to talk to Dr. Canaan about? He doesn’t want me anymore? They bit their lip to keep from sobbing.
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Amenadiel smiled at Linda as she closed her office door. His face fell after as he glanced at “his” office door. He had seen (Y/N), the child Lucifer fostered, duck behind the desk. And…he wasn’t proud of it, but he had immediately seized upon the opportunity to split (Y/N) and Lucifer apart. While he wished for (Y/N) to be blessed with a family, he needed Lucifer to return to Hell, and having connections to humans would make it more difficult. Amenadiel wasn’t pleased with lying, but it was worth it if he could make his Father proud and bring Lucifer back to Hell. He just had to make sure Lucifer and (Y/N) didn’t become closer.
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HeliosR - Keith Max Card story ‘‘Go viral, Helichan!’’ (full)
Translation of Keith Max’ #Photooftheday card story from ‘Helios Rising Heroes’.
Includes all three parts in one post.
Part 1
Brad: The following is mostly for your information---
Brad: The public relations department has relayed to me that during the next month, Helios∞Channel will be used to hold a campaign to inform the citizens about the dangers of substance.
Brad: Which means us heroes will have to use our respective accounts to post alert messages regarding said substance.
Brad: And until the campaign starts, they’d like for us to post on Helios∞Channel on a day to day basis to garner interest from the citizens.
Brad: This is also applicable to the rookies, each team will have to inform them about it.
Brad: That’s all for the mentor meeting. You’re all dismissed.
Keith: Whew~ Finally done ‘n over~ I’mma leave it here with work too for today
Brad: Keith, there’s something I must discuss with you.
Keith: What now, gonna lecture me again? Cut me some slack. I’ll have ya know that work was only until morning today. So if it ain’t an invitation to drink I don’t wanna hear a thing
Brad: It’s not a lecture. And I’m certain that there are still 12 minutes of your working hours left?
Keith: Ain’t no lecture but yer sure scolding me…
Keith: So, what’s it this time?
Brad: It’s related to the aforementioned Helios∞Channel, the public relations department told me that they’d like to see you post online more often for the time being.
Brad: Compared to the other heroes your activity is quite low, which means you’ll have to look into increasing your online presence.
Keith: The hell? Who the hell would wanna see what I’m posting on social media?
Brad: Sparking interest for said thing is your task.
Keith: …This sucks.
Brad: Hmph. I know you won’t do it seriously even if I order you to, which is why I have asked Dino to be your watchdog.
Keith: Huh!?
Brad: Dino, forgive me but I’m counting on you
Dino: Fu fu fu. Leave it up to me, Brad♪ I’ll think of what kind of posts attract people’s attention and make Keith go viral!
Brad: Yes, I thank you for that.
Keith: Naw, don’tcha both just decide all willy nilly--
Dino: C’mon Keith, we gotta head back♪ We must hold a strategy meeting with Junior and Faith at once!
Keith: S-stop…! Anything but my precious free time~!
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Dino: We’re baaack~! Faith, Junior, you guys here~?
Junior: Hm? Y’know that Shitty DJ’s gone out somewhere? Like didn’t he say he’d be going to the club again?
Dino: I see, he’s already out then
Keith: We all got time off in the afternoon so what’s there to expect. Awright, everyone go do your own thing, chop chop~
Dino: Keith…..
Junior: What’s up? Was there something you needed from us?
Dino: Yup. You see, we like to consult you two about something---
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Junior: Gotcha. So gotta post on Helichan and get Keith’s account trending
Dino: Yep yep. And since it feels like something typical for youngsters, I thought to hear out your opinions
Dino: Like I think you’re more well versed on what’s trending lately, and you can teach Keith all about it
Junior: Ah- Looks like posting pics about this kinda strange milk tea is what’s popular at the moment?
Dino: Yeah, that’s the stuff I’m talking about. Let’s try posting Keith drinking some milk tea for starters?
Keith: Haaah? Ya sure that’s the kinda post everyone would go nuts over?
Junior: Keith drinking some milk tea…. Guess you don’t really need him to be in the picture for that
Keith: See!
Dino: Well, the proof’s in the pudding, and there’s the chance that maybe one of the pictures we post will randomly take off, no?
Junior: Then how about we hit the town instead? I got more than enough free time on my hands to tag along.
Dino: Sure, let’s go look for nice spots around town with the three of us!
Junior: Let’s go!
Keith: Just lemme laze around~....
Part 2
Dino: The perfect ingredient for blowing up on social media are animals! And with that, first up is the zoo♪
Junior: It’s not like I’m the biggest fan of animals but I do enjoy looking at them sometimes. Like pandas rolling out of trees or penguins that are curious about cameras.
Dino: I totally get that, it’s soothing~♪
Keith: Naw, this took a whole different turn from milk tea…
Keith: Some amateur pics taken by me ain’t gonna do the job here. Ain’t got the skill for photography, yanno?
Dino: C’mon. You’ll never know if you don’t give it a shot? Jay often posts about fish and gets a lot of replies on these so…
Junior: And Ren uploads pics of cats too now that I think of it. Those reel in a bunch of reactions.
Dino: See, see♪
Dino: So what do you wanna take pics of? Foxes? Coyotes? Looks like there’s even jackals and whatnot♪
Junior: What’s up with all these being dogs
Keith: Something I’d wanna take pics of…. S’not like there’s an animal I’m--
Keith: Oh? Well if there ain’t a nice one there
Junior: Which is it?
Keith: Look, the lil’ sloth guy
Dino: Ahaha♪ That’s just Keith’s twin♪
Junior: Puh… can’t deny that they’re the same. There should be a petting corner where you can hold the sloths somewhere.
Keith: Wait a sec, I ain’t gonna hold it. Wouldn’t dare to interrupt the lil’ sloth lazing around.
Dino: It’s fiiiine! They’re friendly with people, and would be curious about you too. C’mon, let’s go over there♪
Keith: O-oi! Don’t drag me…
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Keith: “The kinda lifestyle I wanna have”, there we go.
Keith: Look, posted it.
Dino: I’m looking forward to what people have to say~ It’s a really great picture too
Junior: Puh, huhu… this just makes you wanna burst out in laughter. They’re way too similar…
Keith: Ooh, there’s some comments coming in. Let’s see---
Faith’s reply: aha, i can’t tell them apart
Jay’s reply: The way it lounges is adorable. Suits Keith to a T♪
Keith: ….S’all comments from people I know
Junior: Not a single reply from a citizen in sight.
Dino: Hmmm~ And I was convinced it was a great picture too~
Junior: Maybe the sloth was a weak choice. I knew we shoulda gone with lions instead.
Dino: Lions, huh. It’s true that lion cubs are adorbs~ I think Jay also uploaded a picture of him holding a lion cub before…?
Junior: The lions should be over there in the safari zone. Let’s go see ‘em!
Dino: Ah, wait, Junior! C’mon Keith, you come too
Keith: ….That’s just something you guys wanna see, them lions…
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Waitress: And here is your Mega Sized Chocolate Parfait. The ice cream is already melting so I advise you to be quick with eating it.
Keith: …S’huge…
Dino: Yep, this has to attract a bunch of attention♪
Junior: Anything animal related had the same kind of reactions. And if that’s the case we just gotta hit them with Uncle Jim’s Diner special mega sized menu!
Junior: Though if you don’t hurry up with eating a bunch of it’s gonna fall off. Any longer and it’ll start collapsing.
Dino: K-Keith, gotta hurry with the pic! C’mon, strike a pose, strike it!
Keith: Hold on, the hell do I have to do for a pose? Will a peace sign do the trick?
Dino: What about a heart? Look, we’ll make a heart like this in front of your chest. And then from the side I’ll--
Keith: Gimme a break~ Don’t wanna flood the internet with cringy pics of myself
Junior: You’re already cringe as is on a daily basis.
Dino: Hmmm. Then, how about holding the spoon and smiling happily? “Waah~ this is delish~♪” kinda feeling
Keith: Uuh, holding the spoon and…”Aaah~ My tummy’s gonna hurt~”
Dino: Awright, took the pic! How does it look?
Junior: Isn’t it fine? Keith’s smile is super forced though.
Keith: That’s all you can get outta me with a parfait like this in front of me, s’normal stuff
Dino: C’mon Keith, try posting it.
Keith: Yeah I know. “Don’ think I’m gonna eat it all”, there
Keith: ‘Kay, posted it. Wonder who the hell would enjoy me being intimidated by this stupid huge parfait though.
Dino: Don’t say that♪ I’d totally enjoy it if I saw it online☆
Junior: You find anything enjoyable though.
Dino: Only when it comes to things I like, you know? Which are plenty
Keith: Oh, replies are coming in again. Uuuh--
Part 3
Will’s reply: That huge parfait is rumored to be structured in a way that you wouldn’t get bored while you’re eating it! I wanna try it too♪
Faith’s reply: what are you doing? batsu game?
Keith: Agaaaain with only people I know…
Junior: Well, looking back over here, what are we gonna do about this guy sitting here
Dino: Alright, let’s take care of it and eat!
Keith: S-someone please call over some sweet tooth…
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Keith: Haaah~... ‘m home~...
Faith: Could you not come back without sighing?
Junior: Oh, Shitty DJ, you’re back?
Faith: Just got here. Were the three of you out?
Dino: Yup. Would’ve been better if you tagged along with us though~
Faith: Did something happen?
Dino: Actually, we got an order from the public relations department, they want Keith to try harder with posting on Helichan. We used our time off to try posting about all kinds of stuff.
Faith: On Helichan? Aah, explains all the weird posts.
Junior: Don’t just sit there and laugh you shitty DJ, help us out. You’re the one that pops off the most online out of all of us, aren’tcha?
Faith: All I do is upload information about club performances and selfies… Would that really be an example?
Junior: Geh..
Faith: Well… if it’s giving tips for reference, then there might be someone that could teach you.
Dino: ? Who?
Faith: Aah… hello, Billy? There’s something I gotta ask--
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Faith: ---Makes sense, thanks. Ah, make sure to bill Keith for compensation. Mhm, if he doesn’t have money then he’ll just pay with his own body♪
Keith: What kinda scary stuff is he goin’ on ‘bout?
Faith: I asked Billy. For starters, animals and parfaits are pretty much the typical stuff everyone posts about, trying to go viral with these is a pretty huge hurdle.
Dino: So that was the reason after all…
Faith: The whole idea of trending online is difficult in itself, but putting that aside, it’d be more beneficial to post at a steady rate about things you enjoy to increase your amount of fans.
Faith: That’s why, isn’t it fine if Keith posts about what he likes?
Dino: And what he likes would be-
Keith: Alcohol, cigarettes, skipping work
Junior: That’s where you should answer with billiards.
Faith: Well, alcohol’s good too, no? Buying rare alcohol and writing reviews about it would get people interested.
Keith: Ooh, now that sounds fun~ And the fact that it’s for Helichan makes it so that Brad can’t get on my ass even if I get drunk♪
Dino: Ah, then in that case you could maybe post about cooking too! There’s tons of people who’re interested in alcohol that pairs well with food, no?
Keith: Food, eh. Well, if it’s posting pics of stuff I made then that much oughta work out…
Junior: ……..
Keith: ….Was that Junior just now?
Junior: W-what do you want me to do about it, I’m hungry! I only ate a parfait, remember!
Keith: Haah~.... Whatever. I’ll make sumn’ that I can post about
Dino: Oh, then I’ll record a video of you while you’re at it. Keith, make sure to show off all you want♪
Keith: Yeah, yeah
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Brad: (...Keith posted something on Helios∞Channel again.)
Brad: (Pictures of food and alcohol, and the team, huh…)
Brad: (Hm, seems that the citizens have properly engaged with these posts.)
Brad: (It ought to be fine with this---)
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Prompt #15: Floral Forgiveness
Prompt: Row
Characters: Azem/Hythlodaeus/Emet-Selch, Berude Eijinn
Content Warnings: The usual ShB and EW spoilers within for the Ancients!
Author’s Notes: Happy halfway point everyone! It turns out that not just Emet-Selch is prone to memories of what was!
“Had another disagreement the future esteemed Emet-Selch?”
Thalia gasped at the sudden intrusion and stared up into gentle, lilac colored eyes. Hythlodaeus was perceptive as ever. Even when they were young, she would retreat to this small garden within the city if Hades angered her when he got into one of his more…prickly moods.
“You know me so well, dear ‘Daeus.” She patted the grass with a soft, if troubled smile. “Hades is…unhappy that he was chosen to assume the seat of Emet-Selch.” She sighed, a deep bone-weary sigh. “He doesn’t think that he is the best candidate possible, doesn’t want the responsibility, afraid he’s going to fall into old habits and work too long hours at the cost of time with us. You name it, he presented it as an argument why he was the worst possible choice.”
Hythlodaeus hummed as he sat behind Thalia and slowly ran long, elegant fingers through her fire-red curls. “That does sound like our dear Hades. Always worried and willing to sacrifice for us.” He sighed softly at the thought of their white-haired lover. One of these days, that desire to sacrifice for them would prove bothersome. “I know you aren’t normally allowed to discuss Convocation matters outside of the Chambers,” he started, his hands staying busy as he sectioned her hair off to braid.
“But you want to know where the discussion turned in his favor,” she murmured with a hint of a smirk. Thalia was torn between absolute mischief and actually staying silent on Convocation matters for once. She decided to throw discretion to the wind, letting herself relax into her dear Daeus’ ministrations.
He noticed that the spark had returned to her moonstone colored eyes. “And you still wonder why Venat chose you to succeed her as Azem,” he chuckled, fingers nimbly working her hair. “Of the three of us, you’ve always been the best at reading people.”
She sighed and let herself relax further, all anger she felt toward Hades for their argument dissipating. “I will tell you. It’s not like the Convocation hasn’t already censured me several times, mostly for acting without ‘just cause’ and ‘meddling with the fate of the Star’ when they take too damn long to make a decision.”
Hythlodaeus paused in his braiding, the sight of pale green flowers catching his eye. “Hold onto that thought for a moment, and please forgive my abruptness, dear Thalia.” He took one of her hands into his, pausing just a moment to brush a gentle kiss to her knuckles, before he threaded the sectioned hair between her fingers. A few minutes later, he returned with a number of the large, fluffy blossoms. “I can’t resist adding a few to your braid, my love.”
Her cheeks warmed at the thought. “You’ve always been so wonderful, ‘Daeus, to the both of us.” She handed back the sections of hair and winced slightly at the tugging to weave the flowers securely into her hair.
“So, the Convocation…”
Thalia swallowed. “It came down to Lahabrea, in the end. He was quite fond of keeping you on as the Chief to the Bureau of the Architect.” She turned her head slightly. “I argued for you - for both of you, really, because I would be happy with either one of you on the Convocation. But Lahabrea’s word is far more respected than mine.” She wrinkled her nose. “He would be very displeased if Hades turns him down.”
He pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of her head, not having the heart to tell her that he had politely declined the position. “Then we’ll just have to talk our grumpy love into accepting.”
“We’d just be starting another row with him, you know.”
Hythlodaeus chuckled and tied off her floral braid with a thin strip of leather. “I’d wager he would be more than happy to accept if presented in the right way, especially now that the shock of their decision has worn off!” He stood with a soft grunt and held out a hand to Thalia. “Come, my dear. Let us try and speak reason to our beloved.” He leaned close and kissed her softly before she had a chance to fix her mask in place. With a smirk, she twirled his braided lavender hair around her fingers before she pulled back.
As they walked back to their apartment together, perhaps standing just a bit closer together than was proper, Hythlodaeus smiled to himself. This was why he could never have accepted the seat of Emet-Selch. He made his loves the best versions of themselves, despite their rows when the odd personality clash happened. This was his purpose. And when the both of them had fulfilled theirs, he will have fulfilled his. And they could return to the Star together, as it was meant to be.
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Berude blinked owlishly in the dim lighting of her suite. That was an odd…dream? Memory? Ever since she had accepted the soul crystals from the shade of Hythlodaeus, they had been growing more frequent. Aumarot still called to her, a longing buried deep within her soul. It was only by pure luck, and the surprisingly well-muscled arm of Urianger around her waist, that had kept her from attempting to travel there while sleeping. She needed answers before the city finally faded away. But not now. It could wait, perhaps, a little while longer.
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(First off, premature apologies for a long ask. 😂)
So, I’ve had the Shi AU thing stuck in my brain ever since you first started taking asks about it, and because my imagination cannot leave me alone when it comes to plot ideas, I’ve managed to come up with three other ideas for how that AU could ultimately play out, so I thought I’d see what you and @tardisspacemug thought of them. (Well, technically I’ve got four potential scenarios for how that could play out in my head, but I really have no desire to explore the full-horror option of “Shi ultimately goes completely insane and Ghidorah either dies the same way they did in canon or manages to kill Godzilla and goes on to destroy the Earth” any further, so I’m just sticking with the other three.) 😂
So, what I’m thinking is, things really kick off when Ghidorah arrives in Boston, and Vivienne/Shi recognizes Madison right as the other three heads have her trapped and are preparing to kill her. The crucial difference between these scenarios and the Five-Heads scenario that you guys have been discussing, though, would be that in this case, that moment of realization – the idea that Madison, the closest thing that Vivi/Shi has ever had to a daughter, is either about to die, her life snuffed out in an instant, or that she might even suffer the same horrific fate as Vivienne – finally pushes Shi over the edge and into full-on rebellion. To hell with whatever the others might do to her as punishment, to hell with all the noises and the torturous memories in her head, because nothing that Ichi or Ni could ever do to her would possibly be worse than letting Maddie suffer death or torment in the jaws of Ghidorah. And so Shi lunges straight for Ichi’s neck and bites down on him as hard as she can, desperately trying to throw the other heads off-balance… right before Godzilla’s beam hits Ghidorah in the chest and knocks them away from Madison, saving her life just like he did in canon.
From there, the Battle of Boston would play out mostly the same way it did in the movie, with the exception being that Shi is done submitting to the other heads, and is now furiously attacking them at every opportunity, doing everything she can to help Godzilla. Goji, for his part, is thoroughly confused by his enemy’s new head and has no idea how she came to be or why she’s attacking the other heads, but since she appears to be on his side somehow, he doesn’t think about it too hard. Unfortunately, there’s only so much Shi can do to influence the tide of the battle, and Ghidorah ultimately overpowers Godzilla the same way they did in the movie.
Now, here’s where the different scenarios I’ve got in my head start to diverge from each other, because the crucial point here in my mind is the moment when Mothra is desperately shielding Godzilla from Ghidorah like she did in canon, and Shi tries to stop the other heads from killing her. So here’s what I’m thinking:
Option 1
Sadly, while Shi does try to help Mothra, she can’t do enough by herself, and the other three heads still end up blasting Mothra to ashes the same way they did in the movie. With Mothra dead and Godzilla seemingly dying, Shi is devastated and briefly gives up hope completely, certain that Ghidorah has won. Luckily, Emma is still able to draw the other heads’ interest away from Godzilla using the ORCA, which also snaps Shi out of her horrified trance and sparks her into fighting back again. Her continued efforts and Emma’s ORCA broadcast buy the time that Godzilla needs to heal and power up into his Burning form; he incinerates most of Ghidorah’s body, along with the heads of Ichi, Ni and San, but since Shi was helping him, he grabs her head & neck and tears her off of Ghidorah’s body before incinerating the rest of them.
After killing the rest of Ghidorah, Godzilla retrieves Shi’s still-intact head & neck from the rubble. She’s on the verge of having a complete breakdown, but the elation of finally being free of the other heads’ control helps her to stay coherent, and she tearfully explains who and what she is. Goji is obviously shocked by her explanation, but he thanks her for her help. Unfortunately, they both know that if Shi’s head & neck are left intact, the rest of Ghidorah will eventually regrow from her, and the whole nightmare will start all over again. Shi accepts this and manages to send a final message to the nearby Monarch team, apologizing for the part she played in Ghidorah’s rampage and telling Maddie that she’s sorry, before Godzilla solemnly puts Shi to rest by incinerating her. Ghidorah is dead for good (as there’s no head left behind this time), but Vivienne/Shi is gone as well, although at least she’s no longer suffering and her spirit can rest in peace now.
Options 2 & 3
Now, for the other two scenarios, the main difference from the first one is that somehow (probably via San having a change of heart after he spent some time looking through Vivienne’s human memories, similarly to how “San-2” was affected by Monster X & by Thor’s memories in Abraxas, and ultimately deciding to side with Shi when she lashes out against Ichi & Ni), Shi’s intervention manages to save Mothra. She’s still able to partially heal Godzilla while Ghidorah’s heads are fighting among themselves and distracted by the ORCA, but instead of his Burning form, they use Goji’s Red Spiral Ray to finish off Ghidorah (the same way they took out Keizer Ghidorah in Abraxas). Goji still preserves Shi’s head & neck, since she helped them. In this scenario, however, since Mothra’s still present, she’s able to help Shi by modifying her DNA the way she did for Monster X in Abraxas (when she helped them to transform from their first form to their second one), and is able to sever Shi’s connection to the rest of Ghidorah. She still has some of Ghidorah’s memories present in the back of her mind, but the actual, physical & telepathic connection that she had with their other three minds is removed, meaning that Ichi, Ni & San are all gone for good and they won’t regrow from her.
Now, from this point, I’ve got two possible outcomes for how this situation could play out, depending on whether Shi’s regeneration has changed after Mothra modifies her DNA to cut her off from Ghidorah: namely, whether her regeneration is still as potent as Ghidorah’s original healing factor, or whether it’s like the more limited regeneration that she had in Abraxas as Monster X, where she couldn’t actually regrow missing limbs.
Option 2, if Shi still has Ghidorah’s full regeneration: After Mothra finishes tending to Shi, she wraps the severed head & neck up in a large silk cocoon, and she & Goji donate some radiation for Shi to consume. The cocoon remains inert for a while, absorbing all of the leftover radiation in the area and slowly expanding over time as Shi undergoes another transformation inside, before she ultimately tears her way out of the cocoon and emerges as a smaller, single-headed “Ghidorah” with no remaining link to the other heads. I’m actually picturing her new form as being kinda beautiful, maybe with silver scales rather than gold (similar to how the gold-to-silver change happened with Monster X) and glowing green eyes. This would probably be the best/happiest outcome out of those three options, as Vivienne/Shi would get to be reborn in a healthy new body, but it might not be quite as happy as Abraxas’s ending was since Vivi wouldn’t have San with her as a brother in this version and she’d have to learn how to be a Titan without his help (while also still dealing with whatever violent impulses & dark memories that she's inherited from Ghidorah).
Or, Option 3, if Shi no longer has Ghidorah’s full regeneration: Godzilla & Mothra aren’t sure what to do in this case, since Shi is now just a head & neck with limited mobility and she can’t regrow a full body for herself anymore. First, they take her somewhere safe so she can recover a bit, before carrying her, at her request, to someplace where she can try to contact the Monarch team. She’s able to get in touch with them, and explains what happened as best she can. In both Options 2 & 3, the humans are obviously stunned by this revelation, just as they were in Abraxas, but since Vivienne hasn’t been “dead” for very long at this point, and everybody already knew that there was something really freaky going on with Ghidorah’s new fourth head (not to mention all the people who heard Vivienne’s voice crying out over the airwaves during the battle in Washington DC), it isn’t quite as much of a shock as the Vivienne-is-Monster-X reveal was in Abraxas.
With some help from Monarch, Shi gets set up in a safe, secure location (maybe at Mothra’s temple in China or someplace like that?), where Mothra and the humans do as much as they can to make her comfortable. However, she’s understandably depressed and struggling with the idea of being stuck as a severed head & neck for the rest of her life, even with Ghidorah’s freaky genetics keeping what’s left of her alive & healthy. The Monarch crew aren’t sure how to help her… until, a year or so after the events of KOTM, Maia Simmons shows up with a proposal from Apex Cybernetics. She reveals that they’ve started working on plans for a highly-advanced, Titan-sized combat robot, designed to fight alongside Godzilla and the other friendly Titans if another threat like Ghidorah ever shows up, and that they would like some assistance from Monarch in completing the project. Maia goes on to explain that Apex was originally planning to have a human pilot control this “Mechagodzilla,” using a neural interface that would temporarily transfer the pilot’s consciousness into the mecha… but it should be possible to, instead, permanently transfer Vivienne/Shi’s consciousness from her current “body” into the mecha’s artificial brain, thereby removing the need for a human pilot while also giving Shi a new, complete body. Unbeknownst to Shi and the Monarch team, however, Walter Simmons is also working on a secondary control system for Mechagodzilla, which could potentially be used to override Shi’s control and force the mecha’s body into obeying instructions from a human Apex pilot instead…
So, what do you think of these ideas? I’m honestly not sure which one I like best, since each of them seems like it would be an interesting scenario, so I figured I’d just pitch them all. 😄
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The ramifications of Shi/Vivi snatching up Madison like she was back in Antarctica have a really dramatic, angsty appeal to them, but I'm also all for Shi/Vivi just going "FUCK IT" and doing her damnedest to fight back in all the chaos of Boston, regardless of how the battle ends and whether she herself lives or dies in the end...
Option 1: A bittersweet ending to the Shi AU if ever there was one, and from some perspectives it may be best for Vivienne Graham to truly die this way, set free from the utter hell she just went through and find closure in Godzilla's mercy, perhaps even reunite with Serizawa in what awaits after...
Option 2: It would make sense for Shi to have access to Ghidorah's full regenerative abilities at this point (Monster X's more limited regeneration can be described as Mothra "patching out" the bugged out healing factor that caused their regenerative defects in their first form); also bittersweet in the sense that she doesn't have San to help her learn everything she needs to live her new life as one of the Titans... but who knows? Maybe she can still get what lessons she needs from Mothra or even Rodan. (Rodan's totally not distracted by how shiny this one-headed Ghidorah is, what are you talking about?)
Option 3: For a second there I thought this would end up with Shi/Vivi almost looking like a single-headed Mecha-King Ghidorah, but this makes sense! Though, considering the mechanical body is Shi's, I wonder if she can find a way to regain control (with some outside help, of course!). Otherwise, this may end up badly for Shi...
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arri(vee)derci | Vee | Trial 5.1 | Re: Manami, Frank, Germain, Esmee / Attn: Manami
As they spawn back into the summoning circle, Vee keeps their body curled up protectively over their newest quarry, and it’s only after Sakuramber has left with Kali and everyone’s begun to take their seats that they get up unsteadily. In their arms is a familiar animal presence: Terry nuzzles against their shoulder protectively, having been picked up by the Shadow magus immediately after their part in the final battle, unsure of whether or not the entire tree would go down once Sakuramber would.
Thankfully, the worst-case scenario didn’t come to pass, but this sure wasn’t exactly what they would call the best of what’s left. Taking their seat, Terry spins in a circle before resting on Vee’s lap. It’s his presence that keeps him grounded while he listens to the others begin their opening discussions, and truth be told Vee still seems a little out of it like they have been ever since his now ex-girlfriend reviewed their relationship status.
They’d made some measure of peace, but it still stings to hear her mention again that yes, she had been on a date with Calum right before his timely demise. Maybe there’s still a little spark of jealousy left in them, maybe it’s just the fact she’d been near the detestable King at all. A date set-up for the purposes of murder was still a date.
(cw: discussion of injuries, biting, chest trauma/gore)
Urgh. They rub their head with their free hand. “I don’t d-disbelieve that Mimi- Manami, h-had been workin’ together with t-the Lynchpin on this, though I do a-agree with the others that everythin’ s-seems to line up a little t-too perfectly for it to h-have just been her work. Besides, I… Even if m-my mood has been in t-the gutter recently, my memory’s intact.” He turns to face her now. “T-There were bite marks on h-his leg where you’ve drawn a g-gouge, Manami. Thank you f-for reproducin’ the rest of h-his injuries accurately, but the fact y-you chose to edit that specific w-wound… What left do y-you have to hide f-from us?”
He sighs. “The o-other scratches around his chair, the w-wall, and on him. His crown, smashed as well, and while I c-can believe that you’re capable of all t-that carnage, Manami, it seems… odd. M-More like two different forces c-came to take their own piece o-out of him than just one, like somethin’ w-went wrong at first.” They’re staring at her now. “If you w-wanted to metaphorically kick h-him while he was already d-dead, his wounds and the m-marks seem too desperate to be deliberate… Since we n-never got a chance to examine h-his body for real, I have a question. W-What killed him, exactly? Yes, there’s the v-very obvious cavity in his chest, b-but it seemed like somethin’ t-that was done after he p-perished to remove his heart. There isn’t e-enough blood splatter for me to be f-fully sure what killed him, and I w-want to know how everythin’ t-truly went down between the d-date and his death.”
Vee purses their lips. “D-Did he fight back? I h-have to assume by his tears t-that he was conscious enough d-durin’ the attack, b-but the lack of any f-fire damage in the room to the b-best of my memory seems… odd, again. If you k-killed him quickly, why the r-rest of the damage in the room? And if not, w-why no magic?” A pause. “For that m-matter, did we find o-out why Amber’s alarm w-went off for his d-death? Not an incarnate, n-no three people to discover h-him… I s'pose that’s n-not really a big deal now but…” It was worth an ask at least.
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Silent Sparks - Volt 18
Warnings: Mentions of past trauma and scars
Word count: 2325
Notes:
Italics - Tsukare signing
Bold italics - Family member/friend signing
'Italics with apostrophes' - Thoughts
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Volt 17 | Volt 19
I didn't get much sleep through the weekend. School ended up being cancelled Friday and Saturday but it didn't help my mind. Instead, I was now sat in Principal Nedzu's office, since he wanted to check in on Hitoshi and I. He poured me a cup of tea and offered me a tray of cookies, I took one so I wouldn't come off as rude and slowly munched on the delicious treat.
"It's been quite some time since you've been in my office, Tsukare. I understand the USJ was a difficult day for you." I nodded and sipped on the tea. "I also understand you have some qualms with the newest teacher here, but we'll discuss that later. How have you been holding up? It looks as though you haven't been sleeping much, if at all." I shook my head and fought to find the words.
"I've uh, been having nightmares. Every time I try to sleep, I just see my dad getting his face slammed into the ground over and over again. Or that hand guy killing him or Pops or Hitoshi. I haven't had nightmares this bad since one of my foster homes." Nedzu hummed and grabbed a cookie.
"I used to get nightmares too after the experiments. I got them to stop by rationalizing with myself, reminding myself that it's not happening anymore. It took quite a lot of time but it eventually worked. It's okay to have problems after something like this, its a completely normal response." I nodded along, understanding where he was coming from but not knowing how effective that might be for me.
"Do you think they'll ever stop?"
"Yes, however I don't know when. I would like to circle back around to your issues with All Might. I understand that you've been having problems this past week. I know he's new to teaching, but I have a feeling that's not it." I raked a hand through my hair, not excited for this talk.
"I've never really cared for him growing up, I didn't understand why he was everyone's favorite. Then the more I heard about him, the more I started being off put by him. I heard about him teaching here so I knew it would be a pretty good chance for him to be teaching one of my classes. Then he let an over scaled fight happen on the second day."
"Over scaled?" I bounced my leg to try and keep my focus since I didn't take my meds.
"Yeah, he doesn't know and didn't care about the history between Bakugou and Midoriya, I don't know if you do either."
"I do, your dads came in here bragging about how you got in your first fight and that it was for the right reasons. It's understandable to act on impulse because someone touched a sore subject in your life." I nodded along, silently thankful that he was helping me keep my train of thought.
"Yeah, well Bakugou exploded his giant grenade thing and it was huge and he used it against Midoriya and I told him he needed to intervene and shut it down and if he didn't then I would but he only said something after Kirishima said something. Then he took me to Chiyo's office and tried getting me put on seventy two hour psychiatric lock up and we found out because of that that he didn't read most of, if not all of, our files. Which he was supposed to do. Plus, I've been clean for over three years. It's very obvious that these scars are old and he tried getting me medically detained for it. And when I asked Chiyo to call my dads down and say it was an emergency, he ended up trying to treat me like I was crazy and told me that people only have one dad." Nedzu sat for a moment processing, taking a sip of his tea before he said something.
"Oh dear. I can see why you would have some qualms with him. If he does one more thing out of line then there will be consequences. I will give him a warning as well. What's happened is unacceptable." I sighed, glad that he came to some sort of agreeance with me.
That's one thing I appreciate about Nedzu, he won't sugar-coat or aimlessly agree. In the years that I've known him he's always been very realistic and open ended. He wouldn't argue for the final word but he would help shine light on other aspects or flawed outlooks. If someone came to disagree with him, he would respect that they had different perspectives and not force his own.
"Tsukare, if you don't mind my asking, have you been getting anymore thoughts lately?" One of the dreaded questions.
"I haven't had them in a while, not serious thoughts about it at least. On occasion, I'll get a thought about death or harm, but it's gone as quick as it came and I don't act on it." He nodded and took another sip of his tea.
"I ask because when old wounds are brought to light, it can bring some old feelings as well. I also couldn't help but notice that you haven't taken your medication and wasn't sure if it extended to your other prescriptions as well." I shook my head, wanting to make things somewhat clear.
"No, I still take my anti-anxiety, magnesium and anti-depressants everyday. On days where I don't have school or something in particular to focus on, I don't take the ones for my ADHD." He hummed contently.
"I'm glad to hear they're working. Well, that is all I wanted to ask you today, you're free to leave. Thank you for coming Tsukare." I stood up and bowed, thanking him as well before leaving. On the walk to the train station, I called Pops, wanting to keep him updated.
"Onryo, is everything okay?" I checked the time and scolded myself for calling him while on patrol.
"Sorry Pops, I didn't see what time it was. I was just letting you know that I'm leaving Nedzu's office now and I'll be home in about forty five minutes." He sighed and I could practically hear his soul re-enter his body.
"Okay, just text me when you get home, okay?"
"Okay, love you."
"Love you too, little listener." I ended the call and popped an earbud in to play some music.
On the walk to the station, I noticed four familiar heads of hair at the skatepark. One blond with a black streak, one red, one black and one pink.
"Hey is that- Hey! Tsukabro!" I waved and went to the entrance, the four rushing over to greet me.
Mina wore a pair of ripped, jean shorts with a crop top. Sero wore an over sized shirt with some joggers. Kirishima had on a muscle tank and cargo shorts. Kaminari however, had on a navy blue v-neck t-shirt with an unbuttoned, short sleeved button up, a small necklace hanging freely, ripped jeans with a chain, a multitude of bracelets on one wrist and vans.
"Tsukababe! Now I have most of the hot guys in our class as bodyguards!" I blushed awkwardly at her compliment, rubbing the back of my neck to try and focus.
"How come you need bodyguards when you have such a good quirk?" I was confused, it didn't make sense to me.
"Creepy guys try and flirt with me when I dress how I want." My eyebrows furrowed, cinching together in confusion.
"Why?" She laughed softly and ruffled my hair, not noticing how I flinched a little.
"You are such a cinnamon roll, no wonder you and Midoriya are such good friends. They want to smash because I have a body and they think I'm dressing like this for them." She laughed as I grew more confused.
"But, this is hurting my brain, gods some people are stupid. And I thought I was dumb. Jeez." I ran a hand through my hair as I tried to piece things together in my brain. "So, wait, okay, some people think it's okay to do that stuff because of how you dress?" She nodded slowly, being patient with me. "But you're not dressing for them, you're dressing for you. And even if, there's nothing wrong with how you dress." She nodded along and I groaned. "Either this isn't making sense because I didn't take my meds, or this isn't making sense because it doesn't." Kirishima patted a hand on my shoulder.
"It just doesn't make sense, bro." I nodded along, completely confused as to how some people function.
"Then I'll be a body guard despite my lack of hotness." I dramatically bowed, a forearm tucked to my stomach with the other extended. "I shall make them temporarily deaf if they think of talking to you for those reasons." She clapped her hands together with a wide smile on her face.
"Yay! You all drink your respect women juice!." Mina cheered and Kirishima bumped his fists together while activating his quirk, sending us a pointy smile.
"Hell yeah! My moms raised me better then to act any other way!" I held out a fist and smiled as he gave me a fist bump. "See, Tsukabro gets it!"
"And Tsukababes! You are too hot! We've all agreed on it so it's true." I simply shrugged my shoulders as everyone nodded together.
"Hey, I hope you it's okay if I ask, but is it true that Aizawa's your dad?" Kirishima asked, thankfully changing subjects. I scratched my wrist nervously, realizing I screwed up.
"He took me in as his foster kid when I was eight and adopted me soon after I turned nine. I wasn't supposed to tell anyone for safety reasons, but now the whole class knows. Dammit, gods I can't believe I was so careless. But yeah, he's my dad." All of them nodded as they let the information sink in.
"I get it bro, my moms adopted me when I was a baby so I never really had to go through how bad the system is. Adoption bros!" I couldn't help but laugh, amused at his antics.
"So me, you and Hitoshi are in an adoption club now?" He nodded happily, succeeding in cheering me up as well. A hand gently grabbed mine, stopping me from itching. I looked up the see Kaminari holding my hand gently, almost cradling it in his own as he slipped his fidget in my hands. I blushed and sent him a small smile of gratitude.
"It's gotta be weird having your dad as your teacher though. But you could get away with so much! Is that why you got away with talking back to All Might?" Sero asked, seeming genuinely curious but I hated his implication.
"No, if I do something out of line then I'll take the repercussions. I don't want my dad being a pro hero or a teacher at UA to give me unfair advantages. If I achieve something I want it to be because I earned it. Y'know?" Kirishima wiped a faux tear and pounded a fist against his chest.
"So manly." I ducked my head and bashfully thanked him.
"Hey uh, can you guys do me a favor? Just don't tell anyone in other classes, please? Nobody's supposed to really know." Kaminari sent me a thumbs up with a wide smile.
"Yeah of course!"
I ended up staying at the skatepark hanging out with them for another twenty or so minutes before I realized what time it was and that I had to head home.
"Hey, can we get your number, Tsukababes? We're working on starting a class group chat!" I nodded and was handed one phone at a time, my phone buzzing immediately after and letting me know who was who.
"I'll see you guys tomorrow in class!" They all said goodbye and I quickly texted my pops to let him know I got caught up talking to some classmates and would be home soon. I immediately realized I forgot to give Kaminari back his fidget cube.
From Pikachu:
Hey it's Kaminari!
From Scraggy:
Hey Tsukare, it's Sero
From Boldore:
Hey Tsukabro! It's Kirishima!
From Venomoth:
Hey Tsukababe!
I couldn't help but laugh to myself at what I put their contact names as, each of them a different Pokémon.
To Pikachu:
Hey Kami, I completely forgot to give you back your fidget cube. I'll make sure to bring it tomorrow!
From Pikachu:
No worries! You can hang onto it, I got a bunch more at home :)
To Pikachu:
Are you sure?
From Pikachu:
Yeah, don't sweat it
From Pikachu:
I'm glad you hang out with us a bit today
I couldn't stop the blush on my face, smiling like a dork at my phone while sitting on the train.
To Pikachu:
I had a really good time, I've never been to a skate park before so that was a first
From Pikachu:
Wait, seriously????
From Pikachu:
How?!?!
To Pikachu:
I don't know how to skateboard or anything, so I've never gone
From Pikachu:
I'll teach you how one of these days
To Pikachu:
You sure?
From Pikachu:
Yeah!
I stared at my phone as I walked into my house, sending a quick text to Pops to let him know I was home safe before I spotted Hitoshi on the couch.
"What has you blushing like that?" I stared at him with wide eyes, like a deer caught in head lights.
"Uh, something that will piss off dad a lot so I'm not telling him until I have a better idea of where it's going." He froze for a second before he shrugged, turning back to one of the cats on the couch.
#mha#bnha#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#denki#kaminari#denki kaminari#kaminari x oc#erasermic family#present mic#hizashi yamada#Eraser Head#shouta aizawa#dadzawa#shinsou#hitoshi#hitoshi shinsou#tsukare#onryo#tsukare onryo#class 1a#adopted au#angst#slowburn#series#lgbt
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Examining Death through A Perfect Circle's "Blue" lens
Trigger Warning - this post discusses death, drug abuse, and overdoses, and includes a couple graphic descriptions from my time working at a morgue. We are all at different places in our life journeys and have each been impacted by our own unique circumstances and experiences. If these topics could spark difficult emotions for you, please do not feel compelled to read further. Instead go gently and know that “there will come a day when the memory of those you’ve lost will bring a smile to your face before a tear to your eye”.
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So it’s been a little shy of three years since my last post. My last rant discussing the spindly and cancerous fingers of the NSBM scene through case examinations of Alcest, Behemoth, and Agalloch was all the way back in January of 2020. In that time a lot has happened: a global pandemic led to my being laid off from my job in big tech, I started a great new job at a startup that has been nothing short of a trip, and, oh yeah, I HAD A KID.
So yeah - career advancement plus guiding a small human on the path towards not being a shit head adult leaves little time for outside interests compared to less demanding jobs and… uhhh… not being a parent, I guess? So something had to give somewhere.
Sorry Tumblr.
It’s not like I was a super prolific poster or that this blog ever went viral, so it’s probably fine, right? Sorry to anyone that did read my stuff–the good news is you now have more words on a page to pour over from a now early-middle aged (holy shit when did that happen?) white dude that would have loved to have been a metal journalist.
While we're at it, sorry for that last post I did on A Perfect Circle… kind of, I guess… I mean I’m writing another post about them, right? Anyway, I got super excited about what I imagined to be the parallels between the song “The Doomed” and Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol and kind of maybe went down a rabbit hole that was at the time super cathartic but, rereading it now, was probably a bit convoluted.
But here’s the thing, though, I absolutely LOVE A Perfect Circle. They're near the top of a short list of artists who siginificantly impacted my development as both a person and musician, along with the likes of Metallica, Jimi Hendrix, Devin Townsend, and Zakk Wylde.
When I first came across APC my musical tastes hadn’t yet expanded to the point where I had even heard of Tool, let alone knew who Maynard James Keenan was. I remember first seeing an ad on either MTV or VH1 (probably both if we’re being honest) for Mer de Noms that had song snippets from “Judith” and I knew I had to get my hands on it. Maynard’s screaming, biting: “Talk to Jesus Christ as if he knows the reason why” lyric immediately resonated with me: the kid of hyper-religious, conservative Catholic parents. I had yet to start learning guitar at that point in my life, but the octaves that made up the main guitar melody were like nothing I had ever heard before in any other song. When I finally scavenged up enough money to buy the CD, the coded letters that were all over the packaging became a new hieroglyphic language that allowed me to write my own hidden notes, and I practiced writing that code near daily. I would go see APC live a few months later in what would be the first ever concert I would attend without an adult (just me and my closest friend on our own making bad decisions that night). The ticket stub to that show is actually still taped to the wall of my parent’s basement along with all sorts of other music posters, guitar ads, and other random mementos from my preteen and teenage misadventures.
With Mer de Noms, APC hit that absolute sweet spot of atmosphere, melody, heaviness, avant garde, and mystery to absolutely captivate a young and ostracized adolescent that craved something esoteric to give him a sense of having stumbled upon something special. Hell, if we really want to get into it–-and why not at this point?–opening up a CD case only to find a picture of the lingerie-clad ass of a smoking hot woman on the inner lining was enough to inspire a bit of a sexual awakening, too…
Now that everyone is uncomfortable, I should probably mention that the music on Mer de Noms is freaking great. That helped a lot. Probably more than the other stuff.
When APC dropped Thirteenth Step in 2003 I was beyond excited but when I actually listened to it, I was actually a bit disappointed. It felt darker, bleaker. I still listened to it on near constant repeat for months, but it made me feel uncomfortable, on edge, and put me into a place that made me start to feel the first twinges of what would become a lifelong battle with major depression. Mer de Noms wasn’t exactly every day listening either–it had its own sense of melancholy and angst–but Thirteenth Step was just darker. And it makes sense that it would be darker: Thirteenth Step is a concept album about overcoming drug abuse and flips between the first person perspective of both the junky and the junky’s loved ones. It’s ambitious, but its heavy shit, man. And in retrospect I’m not sure I had the life experience when it was released to really appreciate what the album was trying to accomplish, and how scary the picture it paints really is at times.
Earlier today I listened to the song “Blue” off Thirteenth Step for the first time in a couple years and it took me on a journey, inspiring a couple of very powerful flashbacks.
When I got out of graduate school I worked for a Medical Examiner’s office. I actually worked the overnight shift at the morgue–which was an experience! Part of my job involved performing autopsies, but most nights I was working scene dispatch, performing intake on bodies, cataloging and storing a decedent's belongings, and doing some evidence collection. Occasionally, I would go out into the field to do recovery which saw me traveling across the state and bearing witness to the rawest forms of human agony, grief, curiosity and depravity first hand.
My job as a mortuary and forensic technician lasted about two years before I jumped ship to the private sector, but it doesn’t take long for an environment like that to leave a freaking mark. My time also coincided with the start of what the CDC calls the Second Wave of Opioid Overdose Deaths in 2010. Constantly being forced to confront literal death on a daily basis as part of my profession shaped me in ways I think I’m still processing on an unconscious level, and being a “last responder” on the front lines of the then burgeoning Opioid Crisis certainly gave me a new perspective on the world around me.
“Blue” is the fourth song on Thirteenth Step. At this point in the album’s storyline, the protagonist has acquired drugs to temporarily sate their addiction (“The Package”), realized their need for help (“Weak and Powerless”), and are starting to confront the resulting guilt and shame that nags at them (“The Noose”). “Blue” reveals the source of that guilt and describes a memory where the protagonist witnessed a female companion overdosing. Rather than helping, the protagonist watches with fascination while at the same time mentally tries to distance themselves from what is happening. The protagonist doesn’t intervene and the implication is that the woman dies. The lyrics are haunting--“I just didn’t want to know… She’s turning blue”--and the dense and dissonant atmosphere of the song lends itself well to supporting the hazy but all too raw memory.
There were two cases I worked while at the morgue that pull heavily on the threads of my own memories when listening to this song:
Myself and a colleague responded to an overdose in a public housing complex. The apartment was far from what I’d call a home. The furniture was spartan at best and was clearly either donated to the renter by well-meaning charities or purchased at thrift stores like Good Will or Salvation Army. The renter was still in the house and was clearly still high–he sat on a couch in the living area off the small kitchen. A police officer was talking with him when we arrived. The body of the victim was in the middle of the kitchen area. Since the room was so intermittently furnished, the corpse might as well have been the centerpiece tying the two spaces together; a macabre coffee table of sorts that would certainly be a conversation piece. When we searched the body e found heroin and a needle in his pocket.
The dead man’s companion–I hesitate to call him friend, I have no idea what their relationship really was–watched us from the corner of his eye as we worked to catalog everything on the body and hand over evidence to the officer on scene. He never said a word. He tried to feign disinterest. He seemed somehow ashamed and tried to hide it. “I just didn’t want to know….”
Several months later, I was at the morgue performing my nightly duties when a body was dropped off by one of the funeral homes we contracted to do recoveries during off hours. When I worked the overnight shift, I was alone - literally the only living person in the building--so the funeral homes would help out by picking up decedents from public scenes like car crashes. Like I said, working that job was an experience, man, and trust me when I say I have lots of stories.
On this night the funeral home dropped off an overdose victim. This one was a woman; mid-twenties. She had been missing for several weeks. She was found in a building known to local police as a drug house. It was clear that she had been dead for maybe 2-4 days and was in early stage decomposition by the point our paths crossed. Her blood had coagulated, liver mortis was clearly evident, and rigor had released, but she wasn’t yet bloated and the smell was pretty tame. When she was alive it would have been fair to call her pretty. Lying there on the gurney there was no way I would ever call her pretty – there was too much pain: an addict that had gone too far, a desperate family putting in a missing persons report that would never again see her alive, parents who lost their daughter. Whatever attractiveness she had in life was nullified by the symbol of wasted potential, selfishness, and grief laying on the gurney.
Her face was still blue.
Listening to Thirteenth Step resonates very differently to me these days. It shouldn’t be surprising having had the proximity to addiction and death that I did. But listening to the album today, especially “Blue”, shook me. Music has a way of doing that–giving us a medium to contextualize our memories. Mer de Noms is a positive walk down memory lane for me. It is the nostalgic Member Berry that encourages me to reminisce about what was one of the most transformative points in my life: when I started playing guitar, dating girls, sneaking out at night, and going to concerts. I listened to that album right as I began laying the groundwork for what would become my adult personality, and it shaped me deeply. Thirteenth Step encourages a different set of memories, ones that are equally valuable in their own way, I guess, even if they are certainly uncomfortable. What was originally a somewhat disappointing album release from a band that I deified is now terrifying and existential to me–and I both adore and fear it.
Wrapping up this post I have to say, I’m not really sure why I wrote it. I’m even less sure about why I’m choosing to put it up on a public forum for literally anyone to read. I guess I can package this up as an exercise in contrasts, or a story about how music contextualizes our experiences and personal growth, or even how a piece of music can have different meaning to us at different points of our lives. But I think more than anything else this post is cathartic and allows me to give structure to what were two very significant and still raw personal experiences and start to come to terms with them? Maybe?
I guess if I could leave you with any parting thoughts they would be:
Music is powerful. Drugs are bad. Hug those close to you often.
Thank you for reading.
Horns up,
Shea \m/
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pairing: mob boss!bucky barnes x maid!f!reader
genre: angst, fluff, smut (AH THE HOLY TRINITY)
warnings: mention of blood, mention of wounds,,,,,,,,, sex (but only a lil bit)
requested: nope
word count: 1.8k
summary: bucky barnes, among many things, owns a strip club. y/n works there as a maid, but she has only recently joined so she has no idea who he is. one day, she catches him napping in one of the private rooms after closing time and, not knowing that he owns the place, asks him to leave because it's a "staff only" room. mesmerized by her, he leaves without a word but a few days later, she finds out who he truly is. sparks fly? sparks fly.
author's note: hiya peeps! enjoy!
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James Barnes was tired.
All he wanted to do was go home and get a good night's sleep, but this moron in front of him was proving it to be very difficult. "What aren't you getting about my plan, Johnson?" he growled, a deep glare etched on his face as he disdainfully stared at one of the men who worked for him. "Why are we doing this at all?" Oh, Johnson has quite the mouth on him, can't wait to break all his fucking teeth.
"Are you the boss or am I?" Bucky countered, putting his arms up, exasperated. Johnson was about to reply when Bucky decided he was too tired to deal with him at all. "You know what, how about we talk tomorrow, hm? Leave, now." With an audacious huff, Johnson got up and left the room. As soon as he was gone Bucky groaned loudly.
"That man," he muttered to himself, "Is a fucking idiot. I'm gonna have to talk to Sam tomorrow, why did he even suggest—" Bucky then relaxed back onto the couch he was sitting on, leaning further and further back until he was simply lying down, head resting on the armrest.
James Barnes was tired.
And he needed a fucking nap.
James Buchanan Barnes. He commonly went by the name Bucky, and he ran the biggest, most affluent mob in the city. Currently, he was at a strip club that he owned, which also had private rooms for… basically hooking up, but he never used it for that, using it only to hold meetings with potential allies or his men.
He dozed off on the couch but was able to sleep for only about 30-45 minutes before someone was shaking him awake.
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“Phew, last room! Why does this place have so many rooms?” Y/N grumbled to herself, opening the door to the private room. She was a maid recently hired by the club, and her job was to clean up all the private rooms after the closing time. They paid her well so she didn’t mind doing the job. When she opened the door, though, she noticed a man sleeping on the couch.
All his clothes were still intact and his hair was also done nicely… She scrutinized him for a while longer, taking note of his handsome, chiselled features and how he dripped of power even when he was asleep. Finally, a few minutes later, she decided to wake him up. However powerful he might seem, the rooms after closing were for staff only and he needed to leave.
“Excuse me, sir?” Y/N gently shook his shoulders, startling him awake. He blinked his eyes open and in his hazy state of mind, he thought there was an angel standing above him. “What?” he yawned and Y/N offered him a sheepish smile. “Sorry, you gotta go, the club is closed for the night and this is a staff-only room,” she told him and he blinked.
She didn’t know him? “I, uh, yeah, I’m sorry,” he complied, sitting up. He took in her appearance as well; she was wearing a cheesy maid’s costume that fit the aesthetic of the strip club perfectly, yet there was a sort of innocence to her, the kind that would make even the most cold-hearted and powerful of them all want to cater to her every whim without question.
“Uh… see ya around,” she raised her eyebrows and Bucky offered her a quick smile, getting out of the room. “Behaving like he owns the place,” Y/N scoffed to herself as she began cleaning up the mess in the room starting with the empty alcohol bottles. She couldn’t stay mad at him for long, though- his handsome face could make anyone’s heart melt. As the thought passed through her head, a small smile bloomed on her face.
Oh stranger, I really hope we meet again soon.
As Bucky drove home, he, too, thought of the maid. Who was she? Why had he never seen her before? And why didn’t she know him? That night, as he went to bed for the second time, all he saw in his dreams was a lovely maid’s costume and a pretty, pearly white smile.
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“I’m firing that guy,” Bucky told Sam determinedly. A few days had passed since Bucky’s meeting with Johnson and he was more determined than ever to get rid of the guy. Something about Johnson seemed off. “Wh- You hired that guy like a week ago, what happened? He used to work with Pierce and Rumlow before, he can give us valuable intel-”
“What if he never stopped?” Sam quieted at the retort. “He told us how horribly they treated their own men,” Sam answered a little while later. “What if he’s lying?” Bucky asked impatiently. “Give him a chance-” Just then, there was a knock on the door. “Come in,” Bucky sighed and Johnson poked his head in. “Got a minute, boss?”
“Oh sure, come in, we were just discussing you! Have a seat!” Sam raised an eyebrow at Bucky’s sudden cheerfulness as Johnson happily bounded into the room, plopping down on the couch. “What were you discussing?” he questioned. “How I was just about to fire you,” Bucky smirked and Johnson’s face fell.
He didn’t speak for a few minutes, causing Sam and Bucky to glance at each other. “Hello…?” All of a sudden Johnson stood up with a fit of rage. “Damn it, Barnes, you ruin everything!” Bucky shouted triumphantly as Sam gasped. “I knew you were a fucking two-timer, you son of a bitch!” Bucky yelled at him. “And you made it so easy!” Johnson laughed dryly.
“Why you-” Bucky swung a punch at Johnson’s face, breaking his nose. “What have you told Pierce?!” Johnson retaliated right back by kicking his knee into Bucky’s abdomen, making him fall back. A fight soon broke out between all three of them, so loud that the commotion could be heard from outside.
Approximately 20 minutes later Y/N, who was passing by the room at the time, heard the loud noise and stopped in her tracks. It sounded like… two people fighting. It wasn’t her cleaning time yet, but she still rushed to the door, opening it up with such force that the door loudly banged on the other side. At this, the fight instantly halted.
Bucky was holding an unconscious Johnson by the collar, his fist an inch away from Johnson’s jaw. Both of them looked pretty beaten up, with blood all over their faces and clothes. Sam, meanwhile, was half-lying on the couch, clutching the side of his abdomen with a pained look on his face. Y/N’s hands flew to her mouth at the sight of them.
That was when she recognized the man from a few days ago. Oh shit, he does own the place. Bucky immediately got up and dusted his suit, staring down at a passed-out Johnson with a sneer. “Sam, take him to Wanda, she’ll know what to do with him. And please, for the love of God, go to the hospital.” With the help of a few others, Sam and Johnson left.
It was only Bucky and Y/N in the room now. She continued staring at his face in horror and Bucky chuckled, wiping away a trail of blood near his lips. “That bad?” She snapped out of her trance. “You…” Bucky gave her a wry smile. “Bucky Barnes at your service. And you are?” Y/N blinked a few times before answering. “Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N.” Bucky looked around.
“Well, Y/N, if you’d be so kind as to fetch me a first aid kit.” She instantly walked out of the room and got the first aid kit for him. When she returned to the room, Bucky was sitting on the couch, his jacket and shirt removed. Even his torso was covered in black and blue bruises. "It looks bad," she blurted out.
"Will you help me clean up?" Y/N couldn't deny him. He was her boss, after all. She sat down next to him and wordlessly started cleaning the blood off his face. He didn't so much as flinch, which Y/N found to be extremely impressive. After all the blood was cleaned, Y/N grimaced when she saw his broken nose. "Your, um, your nose…" Bucky easily grabbed his nose in both hands and clicked it into place.
Y/N flinched badly at the action, making Bucky laugh. "Come on, princess, it's not that difficult," he teased her and she shook her head, a smile blooming on her face. "So, um, I'm sorry about that day," she mumbled as Bucky kept the first aid kit away. "Sorry? For doing your job? Don't do that."
She looked up at him. "No, I- I should've known it was you, and I just… maybe I could've been more polite-"
"Sorry, you gotta go, the club is closed for the night and this is a staff-only room," Bucky quoted verbatim, "You couldn't have been more polite." Y/N's cheeks flushed with embarrassment and she shuffled her feet. "Please don't fire me," she whispered under her breath, yet Bucky managed to hear her. And when an opportunity presents itself…
"On one condition."
She looked up at him, wide-eyed and nodded excitedly. "Anything you want." Bucky smirked and sat back down next to her, placing his hand on her bare thigh. "Go on a date with me," he breathed out, leaning close to her. Y/N's breath and heart rate hitched at his forwardness, but she didn't have the will to deny him.
He was good-looking, he was rich, he was polite, why not give it a try? Y/N offered him a small smile. "Um, okay, I'd like that a lot," she agreed truthfully and Bucky grinned, pressing his lips to hers without wasting a moment. Y/N kissed him back, cupping his face with her hands.
In the heat of the moment, Bucky bent forward until the back of Y/N's head touched the armrest; still, they didn't pull away from each other. Bucky sneakily got his hand under Y/N's blouse, the skin on skin contact making them both groan. "Ugh, you really are very pretty, you know?" Bucky whispered as he unbuttoned her blouse and threw it away.
He stared in awe at her bra-covered breasts, his shaft twitching impatiently. But, just as he was about to unbuckle her bra, the door swung open. Bucky immediately hid Y/N under him and looked up at a horror-struck Sam, who ran out of the room screaming, "At least lock the door next time, asshole!"
Y/N giggled when she saw Bucky's flustered face. "He's right, you know," she whispered cheekily and Bucky playfully narrowed his eyes at her, attacking her neck with kisses and love bites.
"Talk to me like that again and you'll be in for a long night, pretty face."
"Oh, I'd like to see you try, boss."
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What the Fuck Happened to the SPN Finale?
Okay so here it is, my Charlie Kelly style manifesto.
Before I get into it, I recognize that I will look like this to many of you, and that’s okay, I understand:
Secondly, your personal Takes about the writers don’t interest me, I don’t need to hear them. This, as I’ll explain, is going to remain a writer positive blog, and that’s the end of it.
Third, and most importantly: some of what I’m going to talk about is fact, and some is highly educated speculation. I will notate what is speculation, just so there’s no confusion or hot takes in my inbox that I’m a conspiracy theorist or stirring shit up for no reason.
A list of what I’ll be discussing
The episode in regards to the rest of the season
The episode issues: length, editing
Scene placement and speculation of scenes cut
The scrubbing of Jack, Cas, Eileen
Network involvement and general timeline of when things were cut
Misha: theories on where he was, official company line, why we can’t expect to hear anything directly
The silence of the cast post episode (in Misha’s case, mid episode) and what this might mean
Jensen speaking with Kripke about the ending: why it doesn’t mean what you might think (also why kripke remained positive on the ending)
Walker, and why this episode had a major shift
Why the network would do this or get involved
Why the writers of the show simply aren’t the bad guys here, and what I “want” out of this post, since I know it’ll get asked
This is very long and under a cut, but I hope you’ll give it a read.
The Episode In Regards to the Rest of the Season
So, I’ve discussed this already here, but it’s the most obvious thing to me, and that’s the way this episode simply doesn’t fit with the rest of the season.
These people in this room have, truly, been nothing but consistent when it comes to their arcs, especially this season, and the marked dropoff in quality for the finale episode is just too sus to discount to me. Dabb’s whole focus has been character-based. In his seasons, we’ve moved far away from MOTW and bro-codependency, the found family taking it’s place. Does it really sit right to anyone that that was all thrown away in literally the last episode of the entire show?
This is speculation on my part, but as a writer myself, there is no way I would be happy or willing to stamp my name on something that I didn’t think would, at the very least, wrap up the season+ character arcs that I and my team had been crafting.
And before anyone comes in here saying, “well GOT did that!” Bruh. The writing was on the wall for GOT long before the final episode. You could tell that the showrunners just wanted to be done (not only from the plot, but from the fact that they lobbied for a shorter season). Miss me with that, it doesn’t apply here. Andrew has, besides Singer and J2, been with the show longer than anyone. He cares, he is meticulous and detailed, and this ending feels worse than anything Bucklemming has ever written, let alone Dabb.
Additionally, I’ve seen a lot of people say that Dabb was never behind Destiel, that it was all Bobo and Meredith and no one else. That is reductive to the point of insult of the work Dabb has done to get this greenlit. This man did not write the s13 Dean grief arc to be slandered like this. That being said, YES, Bobo and Meredith were the leads on the DeanCas arc this season, but ANDREW IS THE SHOWRUNNER, TO GET EVEN THE CONFESSION APPROVED BY THE NETWORK HE WOULD HAVE TO HAVE THEIR BACKS. AND HE DID.
Finale Issues
So, now that we’ve gotten the fact that this episode doesn’t hit on any of the major themes the show was barrelling towards all season, let’s discuss the fact that the episode is just...weird.
Not only is it shorter than any other episode (I think with the intro and the credits/crew thing at the end, it was around 38 mins), but it was also...idk, 90% filler?
One of the lovely humans in the POLOL server did the legwork here, and broke it down:
This is weird, y’all. Most series finales are LONGER than normal (Lost, SOA, Longmire are the ones I can think of off the top of my head), and for the final episode to be this? I saw more than one person point out that we only really needed 19 episodes, what was the point of 20? AND THAT’S EXACTLY IT? WHAT WAS THE POINT OF THIS FINAL EPISODE IF THIS WAS ALL WE WERE SUPPOSED TO GET?
It simply doesn’t make any sense, the first half of the episode was rushed, a final monster hunt gone wrong, but in the second half? Nothing really happened? Sam lived his entire life and Dean just drove around. It doesn’t make sense to have all the emotional arcs left unaddressed in an episode that definitely needed some kind of spark.
Here’s the speculation I have: the episode seemingly went through a lot of changes between the initial inception of the final season and when we actually got it, but I think it would have been passable (as in, we wouldn’t be sitting here asking each other why each arc feels incomplete) until the editing room got ahold of it. The only think that makes this episode make sense is network fuckery. Truly, that is the only thing. It explains the weird, cuts, the rushed pacing of the first half followed by nothing in the second half, the double montages of “Wayward Son” back to back, and Dean just...driving around for the last half of the episode.
Scene Placement and Speculation of Scenes Cut
Before I get into this section, the info of the shots in the episode I have come from a source that @occamshipper got a week or so before the finale. She’s talked about this here.
So here’s what Min was given:
1-5: 1 INT MEN OF LETTERS – DEAN’S ROOM Dean is greeted by Miracle
6-10: 6 INT MEN OF LETTERS – HALLWAY/SAM’S ROOM Sam has his routine
D1 1 11-15: 15 EXT FARM HOUSE Establishing
N1 1/8 16-20: 19 Dad’s journal, marker, drawing of masked man in journal.
21-25: 23 INT IMPALA – PMP Driver picks the music
N2 1 3/8 1,2 26-30: 28pt2 INT BARN: A face from the past
28pt3 Sam and Dean say goodbye
28pt4 Shot early for technical reasons, presumably the overhead shot
N2 31-45: 41 INT MEN OF LETTERS – SAM’S ROOM Sam’s alarm goes off D4 1/8 1 46-60: 56 INT N7glasses for Sam, laptop.
So...it all fits right? It all tracks with the actual episode, where it lands, etc. The issue is between shots 29-40 which were apparently “too big to spoil.” Uh. Where are they? And where’s 28 pt4?
After Dean dies, the next scene is Sam burning him, then shot 31, the shot of his alarm going off.
So. Where are those 11ish shots?
PLUS we have the boards, which are scenes we KNOW were actually shot:
As well as scenes for 20 that were shot in 19.
It’s just...weird, it’s weird and again hits on the fact that the episode is so short and like 80% montage.
The Scrubbing of Jack, Cas, and Eileen
So now we have to reckon with the fact that Eileen was last mentioned by Sam after she got snapped by Chuck, Jack’s last mention is that he’s off being God somewhere, and Cas’ last mention is a ~knowing look~ between Dean and Bobby.
I’m sorry, make it make sense:
???????? That’s the end if it? They don’t need to be discussed after this??? It’s just simply not something a writer would do, they would not introduce these characters, these arcs, without thinking there’s going to be some kind of follow through here.
So not only were three major characters (including two leads and both of the original characters’ love interests) completely wiped from the finale episode, it was as though Sam and Dean never even needed them, which just...ain’t it.
So why Eileen and Jack too? Why not just take Cas out of it if they were afraid of the gay? Because, ultimately, the episode went back to Kripke’s original story: just the bros, they only need each other and no one else. They don’t want anyone else, they don’t need anyone else. Easier to go back to something they knew was successful than trust the writers and their audience and take a big leap.
Alex even said he shot for 20 with “some of the guys” here. What happened to that footage?
The complete 180 of it all still shocks me, I still cannot believe that we were essentially at the finish line, and the network just stopped short, and decided to go run another race, at the expense of the arc of this fifteen year legacy show.
Network Involvement and When Things Were Cut
Okay, now into the juicy stuff.
So I’ve pretty well established that network fuckery is clear, but how much did they get involved, what was the original intent?
Well again, we may never actually know what Andrew’s original script was, but I think, at the least, it would involve Dean speaking his truth to Cas and Sam living a life with Eileen.
Now, it seems today, that Misha said that Jimmy Novak was supposed to be in the finale in one iteration of the script, and while initially my brain was like “that truly makes no sense and he’s either straight up lying or telling a half truth,” I think what may be happening is Misha talking about as much as he can right now.
So Jimmy right. Weird as fuck. Why would he been in the Roadhouse and not Cas? My current thought (this is about as reachy as I’ll get) is that Jimmy had no lines, could he have been in the Roadhouse as a red herring, like it said “Jimmy” in the script but it was just Cas in human clothes, a way to get around the network saying Cas couldn’t be in the final scene. Also, you’ll notice that Misha didn’t say that Cas wasn’t supposed to be in the ep at all, just Jimmy in the last scene.
All this to say, there have clearly been multiple versions of the script, getting lighter and lighter with Cas and Eileen as the network pulled further and further back. Remember, Dabb has to get things approved before they get shot, and if the network kept asking and asking and asking to cut Cas and Eileen, he had to find a way to work around it. Granted, I still think that if we had been able to get a Dabb script that wasn’t torn to shreds in editing, it wouldn’t be so bad. It may not be what a lot of us wanted (Dean speaking his truth to Cas and a reciprocation), but doing everything he could to give it to us in subtext or visual clues.
Plus, in all honesty, my man can’t keep his story straight anyway. He said twice in his panel that the Empty and offscreen Heaven ending weren’t his original ending either.
In addition, remember that Jensen did ADR post episode 18, AND said in a meet and greet last weekend that Dean’s reaction to Cas’ confession was “cut down.” (Source here). Many of us clowns got excited when we first heard about ADR, because we thought it would be upping the ante on Dean’s reaction, but I remember being a little sus when it was just crying. My speculation on that is that they cut out Dean actually SAYING something, @winchestersingerautorepair spoke about that here.
The biggest sins were, in my opinion, committed during editing, where the network got too gun shy and sliced the episode until it was nothing but a heartless bro-fest of a finale, not mentioning anything about the other major characters that we all love, and letting the boys just suffer in separation until Sam died and finally joined Dean in Heaven. The editing came by cutting all the major emotional beats between anyone other than Dean and Sam, leaving the skeleton of the story intact, just shorter and less...poignant than it was ever supposed to be.
Misha
We know Misha was in Vancouver, we know he quarantined, but we also know he wasn’t in the final scene, when he spoke about being in the last moment of the show months ago. We were not crazy, he was there, he quarantined, and, in all likelihood (speculation but fitting with the timeline), he actually may have shot something (not much, but something).
I have sources here, here, here, and here showing where Misha was at that time.
Remember, the man was completely open about coming back until they finished shooting (look at this thread). The switch happened, just like everything else, halfway through them shooting.
Please also remember Jake Abel posting his “Where’s Misha” video here. Jake isn’t malicious, he isn’t being nasty here. Misha was there, and everyone that’s trying to convince people he’s wasn’t just...isn’t telling the truth about it.
This is one of the things that makes me really mad, because they’re literally attempting to gaslight people into thinking, “oh we were totally wrong he was never supposed to be there” WHEN HE WAS THERE, WE KNOW HE WAS THERE.
So we’ve already heard from several people (Meghan Fitzmartin, Jay, a PA on the set of 19 (WHO WAS NOT WORKING FOR 20), Misha himself) that this was all down to Covid restrictions. Ultimately, as this post says, we’ve heard FIVE versions of where Misha was. None of it makes sense, but the Covid protocol seems to be the company line that others are repeating.
You may ask: why? Why lie to all of us when we have questions? Why, in Jay’s case, say that we’re all spreading false lies to stir up trouble, when we just have questions and things that do not make sense. Simply? Warner Brothers is absolutely massive. These people have their careers to protect and are likely all under NDAs. They want to work for WB again and don’t want to burn bridges, including Misha. It sucks, but that’s why it’s unlikely that we’ll hear someone come out and say, “yeah we’re lying to you.”
Silence of the Cast Post Episode
So this is...probably the worst part of all this, at least in my opinion.
The guys had all been pretty excited about the end of the show (especially Jared, but Jensen’s panel last week was Jensen as happy and jokey and positive as I’ve ever seen him. He was so excited about episode 18, about what it meant for Dean and for Cas, and I just cannot buy that he would have been that excited unless he thought there was something more in the episode.
Misha live-tweeted the episode, and was watching it with his kids. It’s well known that Misha and the kids don’t watch the show because it’s too scary, and let’s ask ourselves, why would he have them watch an episode that he’s barely even mentioned in?
He also stopped live-tweeting at a very specific point in the episode (Dean’s death) and has not mentioned Supernatural since then.
None of them, not Jared, Jensen, Misha, or even Alex, said anything about the episode for nearly 36 hours, when Jensen posted a salty photo on instagram. It’s just...not what you’d expect for the end of a 15 year show, when the cast and crew are so close to the fans, so close to each other.
My theory? They didn’t know. They thought Misha was, at least, going to be in the episode in some way, and when he wasn’t, they decided not to say anything.
You really think that Jensen “Heller” Ackles would have been so excited about the end of the show last week if he thought Cas wasn’t going to be in it at all? Nah son, doesn’t make any sense.
Even today, in Jared and Misha’s panels, they seemed sad and...more than a little careful, both saying that there were things they couldn’t say, both talking around things that we all have questions on.
Jensen Speaking with Kripke
So this is where a lot of people are getting fodder to take shots at the writers, saying that Jensen hated it from the beginning, but I don’t think so. I actually think I know what Jensen went to him about, and it wasn’t the lack of Cas or the weird pacing or the montages (which I don’t think were there when Jensen got the script); I think it was the manner of Dean’s death.
I know a lot of people were upset about that, upset with how...normal it was, coming off an episode where they literally beat God. I actually didn’t mind it, I thought it was an interesting thematic take to be like: you can be a hero all your life, but sometimes shit happens, and you just die.
But imagine how hard that was for Jensen to read. He would run to Kripke for that, because for him, Dean dying by being impaled by a piece of rebar had to be tough to swallow.
So, why didn’t Kripke say that? Why didn’t he say, “oh well he had a problem with Dean’s death, none of that other stuff was in the script.”
Guys. Why would he get involved? He’s not going to burn bridges any more than anyone else is. He said the ending was good because it’s the easy thing to do, it’s simple, will cause him no problems in his career, and he can just ignore the people trying to engage with him on it.
Walker
Something else to talk about is the major shift this episode had from the rest of the season: the shift from Dean to Sam. I am NOT saying that Sam isn’t important, he definitely, absolutely is, but it was DEAN who really needed to wrap up his arc, Sam just needed to move on, get married to Eileen, become the leader he was always meant to. So what changed? What was with the shirtless scene, the Austin number and random case there, most of the episode being heavily Sam focused, going through his entire life in a montage?
Anyone else notice the 375 Walker promos, or Jared’s little spiel about Walker and how he hoped SPN fans would “come along for the ride.”
It’s...kinda obvious? CW wanted to appeal to who they think the key demographic of SPN and Walker is: rural areas in the South. It would explain a lot, why so much editing, why so Sam focused, the Austin number, the number of Walker promos, all of it.
I’m not saying this is fact, I don’t know that it is, but it is a little suspicious that even in Jared’s panel today, he talked A LOT about Walker and how he hopes SPN fans will watch it.
Why Would the Network Get Involved?
Simply put: $$$
If they think Walker can be the new SPN, and that those crazy SPN fans liked it originally, it’s a lot safer to go with the “original intent” of the show than do something risky (like making one of your two original leads queer).
And? They don’t care. They don’t care that the episode didn’t make sense, they don’t care that all the emotional arcs were left hanging, they don’t care by (potentially) smashing together two of Dean’s monologues (one to Sam, one to Cas) that it came of as...gross. ( @curioussubjects wrote a beautiful post showing how part of that death speech was likely meant for Dean here). They don’t care, they never have, they just want to make their money and move on from the too-loud fandom that fought for representation too hard for too long.
It can’t help but feel insidious, which, honestly, it might be, but it really all comes down to the next cash cow, which, they think, is Walker, even at the cost of the fifteen year legacy show.
The Writers and What I Want
So here it is, all this weird, sus shit laid out on the line. And you know what? To me, there is no way to blame the writers, because they didn’t want this.
I don’t think Dabb and Bobo would have gone ahead with the confession in 18 without thinking that there would be some closure to that arc, they wouldn’t have done that not only to the fans, but for the sake of their own story as well: no writer wants to start something that they can’t finish. (And this applies to both Cas and Eileen).
Here’s a basic rundown of what I think happened: they had a clear arc from 18-20, ending in reciprocation at some level from Dean, Sam marrying Eileen, Hunter Sam as the new Bobby, Dean in heaven with Cas and big roadhouse reunion at the end. Covid prevented a good amount of that. Network had to stare at big gay 18 for six months, got cold feet. Thought about Walker, target audience and alienation of the rural areas if it went full gay. Misha quarantined and likely shot something (not much), he was then cut by execs and went home. They likely added in lines referencing Eileen and Cas to make it clear but more subtextual. They wrap, editing gets it and hacks it to pieces, so we get a shorter episode that’s mostly montages and jarringly bro-centric with nothing else. Arcs are left hanging. Dabb gets episode but it’s too late, there’s nothing he can do. Actors aren’t told so they can continue to do positive PR for the ending, they all found out at the same time we did: hence almost complete silence about the finale.
And you know what? They warned us. I talked about it here, but they’ve been telling us all season that Chuck wasn’t the writer, he’s the network. I don’t think, still, that they thought it would be cut up like this, into something so unsalvageable that it’s been panned by almost everyone, even people who didn’t care much about Dean and Cas.
Finally, a masterpiece can be ruined by editing, and while I’m not sure even the script they ended up shooting on was a masterpiece (due to the network meddling already), but to me it’s blatantly obvious that it’s no one but the network that caused this, that took away closure for Dean, Cas, and even Sam.
So what do I want? Nothing really, there’s nothing we can do, but I wrote this mostly to show people that the writers are not your enemy. In fact, to the people trashing them? You’re doing exactly what the CW wants you to: blame the obvious targets, blame Misha, blame Jensen and Jared, blame Dabb. Scream and yell at them on Twitter and about how the show is ruined because of them. The network keeps their engagement levels high, they don’t get as targeted for their behavior, and just keep moving along.
Just, please, think about who did this, Mourn the show, be angry, but not at the people who fought tooth and nail for this for literal years, not the people who wanted it more than we did, not the people who cannot say anything because of their careers and the NDAs they’re bound by.
Someone is going to spill eventually, but until then, we just have to wait, and continue to be loud.
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Don’t give up just yet
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Word count: ~3.6k
Warnings: two curse word (I think), brief mentions of sex and cheating, angst (bare in mind these warnings don’t apply the way you think they do, you’ll have to read to understand)
Summary: The classic soulmate AU, sentences written on each other’s wrists, but with a twist.
Author’s note: This was basically an excuse for me to reinvent the soulmate AU with the wrist tattoos thing. It’s sorta angsty, but I just thought the ending was too funny. Just experimenting here, tell me what you think.
PSA: Dividers are the count down till the day: black is reader focused, red is wanda focused, gold/yellow is also reader focused, but I thought it deserved a little spark.
“You should call her, y’know.”
“Why would I do that? She made her point very clear.”
“It’s her wedding day, Y/N,” Mia reasoned, “and this fight was months ago, you have to get over it.”
You rolled your eyes at her insistence. This discussion has been happening every day for the past two weeks.
“I didn’t do anything wrong, why am I the one who should get over it?” You emphasized.
“He is her soulmate, and she is your sister, the least you could do is pretend.”
“Ugh,” you let out a guttural scream, “I can’t do this anymore Mia, I stand by what I said. That man is an asshole and this soulmate thing is stupid. I don’t trust him, no matter what the words on both their wrists say, and I’m not gonna watch her go down with this and not do anything about it.”
Mia didn’t respond, she knew she’d reached your last nerve. You watched as the woman left your office, sending a last sympathetic glance your way before walking into the hall.
Mia was right in some points, and you knew that. She was right about it being your sister’s wedding day and that you should be there to support her. She was wrong about you needing to be the one to apologize though. The way people manipulated their lives to fit this whole twisted Soulmate Theory made your blood boil.
The Soulmate Theory was quite simple: everyone was born with a sentence written on their wrists, popular belief is that those are the first words your soulmate will say to you. It was cute, and it worked most of the time, not for your sister though. Or at least you thought so.
Oli's soulmate was Isaac. They had met three years ago and eventually started dating. Oli was a firm believer of the Soulmate Theory and had never dated anyone before, so it was all new and exciting.
You started noticing the patterns roughly one year after they started dating. He was controlling her, discreetly, barely noticeable, but it was there.
First with clothes, Oli had made it a habit to always ask for his opinions on her clothing, and he would tell her he hated something, regardless of her telling him over and over again she had liked it. You made little comments here and there about his actions, mostly jokes but with some truth behind, she didn’t notice.
Second was friends, Isaac would always want to meet Oli’s friends, and if she went out with one he didn’t know he would make her feel guilty. You started giving more serious warnings, pointing out what he was doing more clearly, she didn’t care and called you crazy.
Third was her feelings, he had his mind set on what her role should be in his life. He praised Oli endlessly when she cooked or cleaned. Other than that, he didn’t care, didn’t pay attention to her stories, didn’t appreciate her paintings and drawings…
It got to the point where she wouldn’t want to paint anymore, when she was telling a story it would be without her usual excitement. Her smile no longer reached her eyes, she was constantly tired.
You confronted her about it, several times, but it was of no use. You’d point out the facts and she’d retort with ‘he is my soulmate, the universe bound us together, he wouldn’t do this to me!’
Three months ago was the last time you two talked. She told you he asked her hand. She knew you would be against it, she tried to ease you into the idea of her being with Isaac for the rest of her life. You weren’t having any of it.
After hours of screaming, arguing and loads of tears, she told you not to come to the wedding, and you said you wouldn’t.
It’s now four days from the date and you’re not going as long as he’s the one she’s marrying.
You stared at the words on your own wrist. ‘It’s you’. That sentence haunted you for years. What a stupid set of words for your soulmate to say.
As a kid you adored the Soulmate Theory, you paid meticulous attention to the first words you’d exchange with anyone, you made new friends nearly every day in hopes of hearing those words, but they never came.
Until they came. At first it was exhilarating, but the ones you said didn’t match the ones on the person’s wrist. You were extremely disappointed. And then you heard them again, and again, and again… It became almost routine. Every single person you met would say ‘it’s you’ or some variation of it.
You being who you are certainly didn’t help. During college you had started a tech company and now it had grown to be one of the biggest and most important in the field. The new inventions did win you several prizes and a lot of money. You were also stupid famous, being the young brilliant CEO and all.
Ever since, you gave up on looking for your soulmate. It seemed counter productive to get yourself all worked up just for it not to happen every single day. You made your peace with it, although a small part of you just wanted to meet said person.
The situation with Isaac and Oli helped. Seeing that it could end up hurting you made it easier to not fixate on finding your soulmate. Nonetheless, the desire was there; hidden, pushed to the back of your mind, but still there.
You just wished your sister could see it too, that the Soulmate Theory is not the solution to all her problems.
“Relax Steve, it’s all taken care of.”
“What about the flowers? Did you book the buffet? Did you check with the band? And the decorations? I saw some people didn’t RSVP yet, should I redo the seating charts?” Steve rambled on as Wanda just laughed.
“The flower problem is solved, the buffet confirmed, so did the band, the wedding planner is working on the decorations and redoing the whole seating chart seems… unnecessary, they still have three days to confirm their presence.” She reassured the man who was more stressed than her about the whole situation.
“Okay, sorry, I just want to make sure everything is perfect.” He huffed, taking a seat on the couch.
“It’s going to be perfect, don’t worry.” She couldn’t help the weirdness that surged upon uttering those words.
“How are you so calm?” Wanda just shrugged, not really sure how to answer.
Steve took a deep breath and gazed at the red head, offering her a smile.
“I’m going to sleep, all this wedding stuff has been stressing me all day.”
“Okay,” Steve made his way to his bedroom but she called him before he reached the hallway, “thanks for the help Rogers.”
“No worries.” He shot a last smile before disappearing.
Wanda found herself alone in the living room, the silence only making her thoughts scream louder.
She would be married in three days. It seemed unbelievable. After losing her parents, being experimented on at Hydra, fighting along Ultron, losing her brother and becoming an Avenger, she never thought she would have time to fall in love.
Yet, here she is. Although the feeling wasn’t quite what she thought it would be. It wasn’t exciting, or nerve racking. She felt no different than any other day of her life. Steve seemed like the one who was getting married, not her.
Vision is sweet and caring, she feels so happy around him. Then what is causing all these doubts to haunt her?
She knows what it is, she just doesn’t want to admit it.
Those words. Those stupid words painted forever on her wrist. ‘Don’t do this’. Ever since joining the Avengers she started using several bracelets to hide them, but they still burned on her skin every single day.
She’d heard of the Soulmate Theory at a very young age. Her parents had explained how those were the first words she’d hear from the love of her life. She would spend hours daydreaming all sorts of scenarios in which someone would say those words to her and they’d fall in love.
After her parent’s death, that stopped being her priority. At the Hydra base she’d only see her brother and a couple dozen different Hydra soldiers, too old and mean for a soulmate.
Gaining powers was a game changer. She was older then. Stronger. They finally allowed her and Pietro to leave the base and create chaos in Hydra’s name. “Do good” in Hydra’s name. She believed she was doing the right thing. She truly did.
Hearing her first ‘Don’t do this’ made her question everything. It came from a little kid nonetheless. A scared little kid. It must’ve been a mistake, she thought at the time. But that mistake happened, again, and again, and again…
When she joined the Avengers her eyes were opened to all the pain and terror she had caused. All the people she hurt. Then it dawned on her, what if one of those ‘Don’t do this’ came from her soulmate? What if she had hurt them, or worse, killed them?
The idea terrified her. So she hid those words on her wrist. A reminder of the evil she’s done and the love she’ll never have. She promised herself to never look for her soulmate, she already caused them enough pain, they didn’t deserve to get tangled in the mess that was her life.
And then Vision was created. Him and Wanda got along greatly. He made her happy. They fell in love, or at least that’s what Wanda told herself, that she fell in love with him. It was possible, there’s no rule on the Soulmate Theory that says you can only fall in love with your soulmate. Plus, Vision is not human, so he doesn’t have words written on his wrist, he doesn’t have a predestined soulmate, technically he doesn’t even have an actual soul for this sort of thing. They could be each other’s soulmate. A loophole on this stupid theory.
Why didn’t it feel like that though? Why was she questioning it so much? And why now? Three days before her wedding?
She took off the bracelets and stared at the ink, brushing her fingers lightly over it. She loved Vision, she affirmed to herself. She wants to marry him. This is what she wants. And she believes in these words, for a while. Long enough for her to fall asleep, turning off her brain from overthinking the situation too much.
Work has had you occupied all week. With back to back meetings and loads of paperwork to fill out, you’ve barely had time to think of anything else.
But now it seems like everything is done and you have more free time than you’d like.
You left the office early, not having much to do there anymore, and, instead of spending all afternoon home alone, you decided to go out for some coffee.
You were sitting on your usual table in the small coffee shop close to your place. It was calm, quiet and homely, a nice contrast between the places you frequent. The warm cup on your hands did nothing to distract you though.
The book you’d brought was long forgotten on the table as you glanced at your phone every few seconds. It’s two days till the wedding and, even though you tried not to think about it, you hoped your sister would text you saying she broke it off. It was unlikely, but wishing she could get some sense knocked into her wouldn’t kill.
You were so focused on your thoughts that you didn’t notice a woman glancing at you until you caught her trying to call your attention.
“It’s you!” She said, astonished, pointing to the cover of a magazine showing a picture of you.
Recognizing that issue as being a rather old one, you just nodded and offered the woman a friendly smile. She took that as an opportunity to approach you.
“Hi. Sorry,” she sounded excited and also nervous for bothering you, “I just wanted to say what an inspiration you are to women all around, to me especially. I’ve been opening my own business and seeing what you do has been such an encouragement to me. So, thank you!”
You were surprised by how nice she was. You’d expected her to ask you to invest in her business or something, like everyone who approaches you does, but she didn’t and it was a nice change of pace for once.
“What kind of business are you opening?” You asked. Listen to her talk would be a good distraction, plus, you could use the company.
“Oh, no, that’s ok,” she said, “I don’t want to bother you any further.”
“Please,” you urged, “I have the rest of my day off and I could use someone to talk to. Unless you’re busy, then I wouldn’t want to be a burden to you.” You laughed to ease the woman’s nerves.
“Sure?” You nodded and gestured to the empty seat across from you.
She accepted it and you spent at least an hour talking before she had to leave. It was a pleasant conversation, she praised your work but didn’t refrain from giving some interesting criticism on your business. The topic of an investment or a partnership never even came up.
It got your sister out of your mind for a while, although it didn’t last long.
Laying on your bed, your eyes fought to stay open, your mind swirling with all possible scenarios regarding Oli. She would be miserable if she went through with this, and you couldn’t do anything about it.
You love your sister, you care so much about her, but she refuses to listen to your warnings. You could swallow your pride and go to the wedding. You could try and support her. But that would just make an accomplice to her stupidity and you’re not going to just stand there and pretend that that’s ok.
You thought about texting her, way too many times. But your relationship is already rocky as it is, the least you could do is hope she gets some clarity on her own.
One day till the wedding. She’s 24 hours away from the happiest day of her life. Why is it, then, that Wanda doesn’t feel as happy as she should be.
She didn’t have to fake a smile, she was happy, but that smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.
None of the others seemed to notice it. They just thought it was the nervousness of having everything set so the day could run smoothly. Vision even brought up the possibility of her having cold feet about it, but she denied it thoroughly, assuring him she wanted this.
And she does. She wants to get married, have kids and build up a family of her own. She wants it all.
It still seemed weird though. Like something was off.
“Steve just called,” Nat interrupted her thoughts, walking back into the room, “everything is set, prepped and organized for tomorrow.”
“Let’s try on the dress then.” Carol urged the girl to put on the piece of clothing for the millionth time.
It did her justice. Slim at the top and flowy at the bottom, accentuating all her curves perfectly. It wasn’t big and puffy but light and delicate. She smiled at her own reflection as the other women crammed around her to take a look.
“You look beautiful.” Pepper said in awe.
“She does, doesn’t she.” Laura agreed, even though she’s the one that helped her choose it.
Wanda didn’t say anything, just smiling and appreciating her own image, excitement growing on her chest from wearing it in front of everyone the next day.
The girls spent hours planning how they would do her hair and makeup. There were so many ideas, disagreements and arguments that Wanda was completely drained by the end of the day. She was happy though, to see her friends being there for her, eager to help and make sure everything was perfect.
It was nice to have people around since she lost so much throughout the years.
After the women were gone and she found herself alone, Wanda’s thoughts from the beginning of the day came back, hitting her like a train.
Was she really more excited about wearing a dress than about getting married? Was this a sign of her actually getting cold feet?
She shrugged them away, affirming to herself these are just stupid uncertanties people always get before their wedding day. At least that’s what happens in movies, so nothing to worry about... right?
Thankfully your work slump had subsided as now a gigantic pile of papers sat on your table. Some contracts had to be restructured and a set of stores had to be chosen to distribute your newest technology.
You thrived in that scenario, with countless reports and 2D drawings of the prototypes scattered about the room. Your mind was going a thousand miles a minute, seemingly unaware of the events that would take place later that day.
That peace, however, was short lived. Your brain short circuited for a second when you checked what had caused your phone to buzz.
Two voicemails.
From none other than Isaac.
It was right then that it dawned on you: Oli was marrying that asshole today. In only a couple of hours actually.
Before listening to the messages you started to record your phone screen, maybe he would try to threaten you or something and you could use that to convince Oli to break things off with him. It wouldn’t kill to be precautious.
The first one was sweet, although it almost made you gag, it was sent with good intentions. Isaac was asking you to go easy on Oli, regardless of your feelings towards him, you should be supportive of her and her decisions. Too pretentious for your liking, but sent with good intentions nonetheless.
The second one started awfully weird. Some muffled sounds, things you couldn’t quite make out. Until you heard a loud moan, your eyes going wide as you pushed your phone away from your face. Isn’t it technically ‘bad luck’ to see the bride on the wedding day? You didn’t have time to dwell on those thoughts as the voice on the phone started to moan each other’s names. The woman didn’t sound anything like Oli, because it wasn’t Oli. Isaac was cheating on your sister? And on their wedding day!?
Oh you weren’t about to just let that go. You stopped the recording, thanking your intuition, and quickly ringed Oli.
It rang once… twice… three times… and then voicemail. You tried at least four more times until you figured she just didn’t want to talk to you.
“Marie can you come in here please?” You called your secretary.
A few seconds later she popped her head inside your office.
“How can I help?”
“Can I use your phone!?” You sounded more exasperated than you wished.
“Are you sure it’s a good idea to call your sister today?” Damn, that woman knows you too well. You sighed loudly.
“Please… I just…” You trailed off, sounding desperate this time around.
Thankfully Marie gave in and lent you her phone. You typed Oli’s number and rang it, several times, she didn’t pick up once. You were starting to get truly desperate now.
“Do you have the address?” You handed Marie her phone back.
“Here.” She handed you a piece of paper from her pocket.
It was on the other side of the city, at least a one hour drive. You quickly grabbed your coat, purse and phone, rushing out of the office, only being stopped by a hand wrapping around your wrist.
“Don’t do anything stupid.” You gave her a reassuring smile and a quick nod before making your way to your car. Marie has been working with you since the beginning, she always knew when you were up to nothing good. She also knew that when you set your mind to something, there was no stopping you.
The drive was excruciating. You kept making stupid mistakes and taking wrong turns. Everything seemed to work against you, being it: accidents, red lights, slow drivers, pedestrians. Even the birds chirping around were pissing you off.
You finally reached the venue and stopped the car messily in the front entrance. You quickly ran up the stairs, and almost tripped and fell when you heard the officiant was already performing the ceremony.
You reached the doors and yanked them open, hopefully interrupting the wedding before it was too late.
“Don’t do this!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, nearly breathless.
The guests all turned towards you, surprised. So did the couple on the podium.
Except those people weren’t Oli and Isaac. You recognized them, Vision and Scarlet Witch, or at least that’s the names they went for on television. You’ve seen them before, doing business with Stark had its perks, but had never been introduced.
You could’ve felt bad, but your stomach was a turmoil of faith and nausea. You were either really early or really late to stop Oli.
“Sorry,” you said, trying to catch your breath, “wrong wedding, carry on.” You turned around to leave, but not before noticing the bride glancing at her own wrist.
You didn’t get the chance to take a single step out the door before her voice filled the silence that had settled.
“It’s you.” You stopped dead on your tracks. Your wrist burning slightly, not the kind of pain to cause discomfort, just enough to be noticeable.
Those words.
Her looking at her wrist.
Your’s burning now.
You turned back around, earning all kinds of confused glances from the guests. Your eyes fell on the woman, a smirk plastered on your lips.
“Seems like this isn’t the wrong wedding after all.”
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Call Me By My Name-Pietro Maximoff x Powers!Reader
(GIF credit to @dailymarvelposts)
Tags: @bloodorangemoonlight @amirahiddleston
Requested by @husherstan : ‘could you write a one w pietro maximoff? idk if you know about a trend on tik tok where a gf or bf call them partners by they first name. Reader and Pietro are enemies cuz them both are always trying to be the best of t team, reader calls him by others names and when she (or gn) calls by him real name he was like "why are you calling me like that? whats wrong with you? are you feeling bad today?" (and he likes her so fucking much, a simp)’
Characters: Pietro Maximoff x Reader, Avengers team x Reader
Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name
(Character has the power of force fields, that both generate electricity and provide protection for them/others)
Warnings: Name calling, bullying, arguing, fluff
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“For the last time, watch where you’re going Speedy Gonzales!” I snapped as Pietro almost knocked me over again.
His form whizzed around the room once more before stopping in front of me.“Maybe try keeping up next time.”
I was startled by the force he left behind as he ran off again making a show of circling the entire training room multiple times, creating a small wave of air. I groaned loudly as I went back to jogging. He was such a show off, it infuriated me. We weren’t here to compete against each other, we were supposed to be a team; but when he waltzed around the place boasting about how fast he was, it was really hard not to step up to the plate.
Pietro was running faster than usual, trying to overlap me dozens of times, more than he would have done in a normal session. It got on my last nerve, making me stop, my powers already flowing through my arms. It would be hard to pinpoint him, so I charged up a huge ball of electricity, casting it out harshly. I just managed to catch him, laughing as he yelped out in surprise, being thrown high into the air before landing on the sparring mats. I saw him slowly get up, clearly I had caused some pain. My fun was soon ended as he ran towards me again, having to quickly put up a force field that would protect me. Pietro bounced off it, though I hadn’t put any charge in this one, so he only fell on his backside.
“Enough!” Wanda yelled out, though we still kept our guard up around each other.“Really (Y/N)? You can relax now.”
“I don’t trust him.” I replied.
She sighed.“Come on, Steve wants to talk about the mission.”
“Why? We debriefed three days ago.”
“Something to do with it being on the news.” she shrugged, walking away.
Pietro glanced back at me, looking me up and down before following his sister. However, he didn’t look at me with disgust or anything of the sort, it was almost as if he was checking me out. I tutted at myself, why on Earth would he ever look at me like that?
I wasn’t happy joining the meeting in my sweaty state.Everyone else was dressed and put together, but at least Pietro looked similar. The team was gathered around a table, looking to Steve who was stood at the front, his arms crossed over his chest. He had the look of disappointment on his face, which meant bad news for the rest of us...or whoever was in trouble. With no seats left, I copied Steve’s stance at the back of the room, rolling my eyes when Pietro stood beside me.
“Sorry to call you guys in on such short notice.” Steve started.“But I feel that we have to discuss something that’s starting to effect the team.”
He pulled up a screen showing the news. It had images and videos of our last mission. We were raiding an old factory on the edge of the city, finding a terrorist group hiding out there as they worked on their gadgets. News coverage showed the team fighting from a helicopter view, and we were all confused as to why Steve was showing us this.
“Fastest man alive,” Pietro repeated what the reporter said,“it has a nice ring to it.”
“I wouldn’t put that in your Tinder bio.” I quipped, causing a few chuckles.
Steve looked at me.“And this is why we’re here today.”
I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.“What?”
“You and Pietro are always at each other’s throats. It’s...well frankly, it’s exhausting listening to you two arguing all the time. And it could seriously put someone in danger whilst on a mission, even you two.”
“He always starts it-”
Pietro held up a finger.“Hold on, you do too-”
“You’re just proving his point guys.” Natasha spoke over us.
“As I was saying,” Steve brought the attention back to him,“the media has also caught onto this. There’s multiple images of you two clearly arguing, or even getting in each others way during the mission. At one point, you’re both trying to save the same person, but almost miss that chance because you’re so invested in being better than the other!”
Steve was really mad, and from everyone else’s faces, they thought the same thing.
“So until all of this changes, you two are suspended from any missions.”
“What?!” we both exclaimed.
“And you may not approach any other team member for assistance with training.”
“Why are we both being punished?” I demanded to know.
“Oh, do not play the victim here Mrs Incredible!” Pietro snapped.
“Mrs Incredible is super stretchy, it’s the daughter who has the same powers as me, you idiot!”
“See? You’re further showing me that I made the right decision. I felt bad at first, but now I know that this is the right direction to go in.” Steve raised his voice.“You’re both dismissed.”
“Well, what are the rest of you doing?” Pietro dared to ask.
“We are going to go over all the planning we have done for upcoming missions. Everything has to change because of you two. Now please go.”
I held it together as I left the room, not wanting to appear like a toddler stomping away in a tantrum. It was impossible to get away from Pietro, what with him being ‘the fastest man alive’, but I was going to try. I didn’t need another argument right now, I was upset, needed to be alone. Apparently, I wasn’t going to get that.
“Leave me alone.” I warned Pietro as he followed me.
“I can’t believe this! They’ve kicked us off the team because you always have to say something-”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“And to think, they’re going to risk not having me on the team. I help them with everything, I’m a crucial part-”
“Pietro!” I shouted, spinning on my heel to face him.
His eyes widened at that, glancing down to my clenched up fists, little electric sparks running over them, before looking me in my teary eyes.
I sighed, relaxing my tense shoulders and hands before leaving. There was no point trying to explain. He wouldn’t understand. We would both get mad, probably fight, the team would have to break us up; I had no energy to do that. Slowly turning away, I was surprised by the silence that followed, Pietro didn’t even follow me.
I checked the time on the lock screen of my phone, seeing that an hour had passed since I fled from Pietro. It also made me realise how dark the room had become, the sun would set in a few minutes. But I didn’t bother turning on any lights, instead leaning back again on the chair. I was sat in an empty lobby, it was a small room, facing the floor to ceiling window that showed the landscape that surrounded the headquarters. Besides just sitting here, I should have distracted myself. Perhaps put on a film, relax after training, something to take my mind off of things. Instead, I decided to sit with my thoughts.
“H-hey.” I heard Pietro quietly say from the doorway.
Looking over my shoulder, I didn’t reply, facing the window again when he began walking towards me. He hesitantly turned on a lamp near us, sitting on the chair beside mine. Pietro also looked out of the window, clasping his hands together for a few seconds before fidgeting. I tried to ignore it, though after an hour of peace and nothingness, it became irritating quickly.
“Can you stop?” I blurted out.“Please?”
“Are you annoyed by everything I do?” he asked.
“Not...everything. I just...doesn’t matter, it’s not like you care anyway.”
“That’s not true.”
“I’m not falling for this Pietro.”
“Why are you saying my name?”
“What?”
“You never say my name. Actually, we never say each others names.”
“And why does that matter?”
“It just feels, it feels serious.”
“I mean, we’ve basically been kicked off the team, so yeah, it’s serious.”
“We’ve not been kicked off the team (Y/N).”
“We could be if we don’t get our act together.”
“It won’t go that far-”
“But it could! I can’t believe how calm you are about the whole thing.” I stood, distancing myself from him.“I’ve worked too hard for this. Imagine what would happen if word got out that I was disbanded from the Avengers because of a tiny argument, with a team member who is so narcissistic that he can’t put others before himself!”
I realised I had began ranting, stopping myself before I said anything else hurtful. But by the look of Pietro’s face, it was already too late.
“I...I’m sorry (Y/N).” he never broke eye contact.“And before you say anything, I mean it.”
“Pietro, I-”
“I can see how much this job means to you.”
“It’s my fault too. I always try to outdo you or challenge you.”
“No, don’t be humble.” he got out of his seat, standing in front of me.“It’s almost always my fault that we argue. And I hate myself for it.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I’m usually very good with the ladies.” he grinned, though it disappeared when he realised it wasn’t time to joke.“But not around you apparently. It’s probably because you’re extremely strong and sure of yourself, and I go for a different type, the polar opposite to you.”
“Pietro, I...um...”
“I was really impressed by you when we first met. It made me nervous actually.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, all I can do is run really fast.”
“But, you’ve been on much more missions than I have. Doesn’t that say something?” I hung my head.
“Are you crazy? You’re not on those missions because they don’t need you.”
My head whipped up to see his smile drop.
“I didn’t mean it like that! I meant that those missions are for Avengers like me. The ones they can use over and over without worrying about them being too tired for the next one. What I’m trying to say is, you’re too important.”
“I never thought I would say this, but Pietro, you’re an important part of the team too. I always rose to your challenges because I felt I needed to prove something to the others. I was new, then I was accepted after all my relentless training, but when you and Wanda came along, I instantly became old news. And you didn’t even go through the rigorous regimes like I did, so I just assumed you were better than me.”
“It seems we were both wrong about each other. We were going through a lot of effort to outdo the other when we could have saved that energy for...well, anything else really.”
“Yeah. I suppose so.”
Pietro held his hand out.“Truce?”
I smiled up at him as I shook it.“Truce.”
A cheeky smirk appeared as he raised an eyebrow at me.“Let’s not tell the team about this just yet. I feel like there would be a lot of ‘I told you so’.”
“It’s like you read my mind.”
“And another thing.”
I noticed he was still holding my hand, though they were lowered now, and his grip wasn’t as firm.“Yes?”
“Can we start calling each other by our actual names?”
“I mean, I assumed we would anyway.”
“Oh, good. I just...”
“You just?”
“I just like the way it sounds when you say my name.”
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rich!Daichi x fem!reader
wc: 13k
summary: when daichi asks you to go with him to his family’s cabin during spring break, the last thing you expect is to be greeted by a giant mansion. Will the money and social life scare you away or will you be able to find love with daichi, despite being thrown into a world of fast cars and expensive clothing?
cw: rich people, SMUT (daddy, praise, biting, feral daichi, unprotected sex, creampie), pining, racing, one punch, blood (from the punch), alcohol, insecurity, mild jealousy, possessive daichi, side kiyoko x tanaka, probably ooc
a/n: this is for the rich boy collab hosted by @bakugohoex! be sure to check out all the other submissions! you can find the link to the masterlist here
terushima is an asshole in this and i'm sorry, i love him but i needed a captain to be sleazy and he volunteered. he told me he couldn't resist hitting on a cutie like you, and who am i to stop him.
check out the mood boards i made here and shout out to my beautiful beta reader @winniethepoohloathesyou for working so hard on this with me!
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When Daichi sat down next to you in your econ class last week and asked you to come to his family cabin during spring break, this is not what you imagined.
You thought that you would be able to spend some time alone with him, enjoying nature together in a small house nestled in the forest, spending enough time together to finally put a label on whatever the spark was between the two of you.
But no.
You blink rapidly and take a good look at your new surroundings, trying to make sense of what your eyes see. Before you stands the largest house you have ever seen. But just calling it a house would be an extreme understatement.
This place is a mansion. Three stories of white brick detailed with elaborate stone embellishments. The gray mansard roof’s steep slope meets at the top with a fenced stone parapet. An elaborate garden extends between you and the house and you swear you can see an Olympic-sized swimming pool nestled into the courtyard. And this isn't even the front of the house. You blink in disbelief when you spot a giant race track off to your left and what looks like a massive, ten-car garage. The scent of sea air assaults your senses and when your gaze flickers to your right, you can see the ocean and the mansion's very own harbor.
And none of that even includes how you got here: on a private jet, landing on a personal runway where you currently stand.
The beat-up duffle bag you use for your family’s camping trips that hangs from your shoulder suddenly feels very wrong in a way you can't explain.
You turn to face Daichi as he joins you on the tarmac. “Daichi, this is your family cabin?” you ask wide-eyed, your voice sounding so high-pitched that you barely recognize it.
He rubs the back of his neck, one of his nervous habits. “Yeah, it's kind of embarrassing. I used to spend all of my summers here with my siblings but now the house barely gets used,” he says sheepishly.
Before you can ask any more questions, the loud rumbling of car engines interrupts your conversation and you see two sports cars taking two corners on the track before barreling down the straight of the runway towards you at top speed.
“Ah, those two are here already, I see,” Daichi grins. He takes your duffle bag from you, throwing the strap over his shoulder and pulling you closer to him while wrapping his arm around your waist.
The cars roar to a stop right behind the jet, creating the perfect image, an Instagram influencer’s wet dream.
Daichi leans over to whisper in your ear as they both get out of the cars, “The one in the red Ferrari LaFerrari is Kuroo Tetsuro and the one in the white Lamborghini Aventador is Bokuto Kotaro.”
The two are pointing fingers at each other as they get out of their cars bickering and you can see the wealth dripping off them. The man with the spiky black hair, that Daichi told you was Kuroo, is pointing back in the direction they came from as he closes his car door, while Bokuto, with his spiky gray hair, pouts, throwing his hands up in mock innocence. Both of them grab a bag from the trunks of their cars, still arguing with each other before Kuroo places his arm around Bokuto in a show of faux peace before they start walking towards you and Daichi.
“They're both idiots,” he pauses to watch Bokuto swat at Kuroo’s arm, “but they are actually really good guys.”
The two of them are still heated, poking at each other's chests as they reach you and Daichi, only stopping when he coughs to grab their attention.
“Are you two done yet?” he questions with a raised eyebrow.
“Daichi, I was faster, wasn't I?” whined Bokuto, giving Daichi and you a small pout as Kuroo pats his shoulder, leaning slightly closer to you.
“This must be Y/N. She’s cuter than you said Dai,” Kuroo says with a laugh.
You miss the way that Daichi’s cheeks start to turn pink because you were so taken aback at his statement. Daichi told his friends about you? His apparently super rich friends?
Daichi’s grip around your waist tightens slightly before he responds, “Guys this is Y/N L/N. Please, don't annoy her too much.”
Both of their heads perk up at that.
“Oh yeah Daichi, we will be perfect saints,” Kuroo smirks.
Bokuto matches Kuroo’s playfully devious look, suddenly over his apparent loss on the track. “Oh yeah, nothing but angels.”
Before Daichi has time to wipe the smiles off their faces, you hear the sound of helicopter blades whirring above.
You look around until you see it fly directly overhead. The sound fills the air as the helicopter starts its descent onto the helipad next to the parked jet.
The helicopter blades whip up the grass and plants all around, and you have to place your hand on your head to prevent your own hair from being messed up by the whirlwind.
You look over to Bokuto and Kuroo to see them fiercely trying to protect their hair spikes from the wind and failing. Daichi follows your gaze and when he sees them, he lets out a laugh in full force.
The helicopter makes a soft landing and the blades slow down when the engine turns off and two people step out.
The most beautiful girl you have ever seen in your life hops out from the operator's seat, throwing her gorgeous black hair over her shoulder as she walks over to the man holding his hand out for her, hoisting their designer bags over his shoulder.
“Kiyoko, Tanaka, I'm so glad that you guys could make it,” Daichi smiles at the couple as they approach.
Daichi lets go of your waist so he can give the two of them a proper hug, before introducing you.
“This is Y/N.”
Kiyoko walks up to you and grabs your hands in hers and smiles at you, “Finally another girl. It's about time.”
Tanaka laughs, “What, babe? Are you getting tired of us?”
She lets go of your hands so she can give Tanaka a playful slap to the chest, “You know that's not what I meant, Ryu. It'll be nice to have someone to get ready for the gala with!”
You feel Daichi slightly flinch next to you at the mention of a gala.
Your brows furrow as you ask, “A what now? Daichi never mentioned anything about a gala.”
You turn to him, questioningly, and he moves his hand to the back of his neck for the second time in ten minutes.
“It's nothing really, just this huge party my family has hosted for years. We really wouldn't even have to go if you don't want to…” the last few words trail off before he is interrupted by Kiyoko.
“What are you saying Daichi, you have to go! It's your family's gala.” Her brows are furrowed and she is looking at him suspiciously.
Daichi lets out an exasperated sigh, “Well that's a discussion for the future. Let’s go settle into our rooms.”
Daichi puts his arm around your shoulders as he leads the group up to the back porch, walking through the garden and around the giant swimming pool and fire pit area.
“I assume you four are taking your normal rooms?” Daichi asks the group.
They all nod before splitting in different directions, obviously understanding the intricate layout of the house after what you assume is years of friendship.
Daichi leads you through the first floor, pointing out various rooms and points of interest as you take in the vastness of your new surroundings. Most of the rooms have white or cream-colored walls with very intricate crown molding. Some have very distinct and uncomfortable furniture that looks like it has never been used, while others look like they are ready for a full day of lounging. He even takes you past the bowling alley and the in-home movie theater.
Eventually, he leads you to a huge staircase that circles around the main entryway to the house. The whole room looks like it's made out of marble and you take a twirling step to bask in the grandness of the space.
Daichi calls out to you, pulling you back into reality. He has one foot on the first step and his hand is outstretched for you to take.
“You coming?” he smiles at you, wiggling his fingers, waiting for you to take his hand.
When you do, you hold on to it like it's your lifeline, the only anchor you have in this unfamiliar territory. He leads you up two flights of stairs to the third floor and then down a large hallway filled with doors and golden crown molding.
He stops in front of a door before saying, “Well, this is you,” and moving your duffle bag back to your shoulder, letting his hand linger on your skin until he forces himself to pull away.
“I’m right here across the hall if you need anything, alright?” he reassures you with a smile.
You nod at him, trying to process all of the new information you've just taken in, before putting your hand on the doorknob and turning away from him.
He calls out to you before you go inside, “Why don't you take an hour or so — take a shower, there's a bathroom attached to the suite — and then when you come down to the kitchen, we can get some snacks?”
You turn to face him again, narrowing your eyes at him with a pout, “Is this your way of telling me I smell?”
His laughter fills the hallway. “No, I just want you to relax. This is your vacation too, ya know?” His smile is contagious and you can't help but smile back at him, really hoping that a shower will help as he says.
“Okay Daichi, I'll try.”
With that you enter the bedroom, closing the door behind you before resting your head on the wood, letting out a very small sigh.
You try to relax like Daichi said by taking a warm shower, but everything was way too nice. The grand marble shower and the elegant tile tub just serve to remind you that you are in a world different than your own, giving you more anxiety than relaxation.
You manage to get through your shower: fiddling with all of the button options to turn the water off, grabbing a plush towel to dry off, and then changing into some of the clothes that you packed.
You head back out to the bedroom in a huff and take another look around, half expecting the room to have transformed into a new one completely, but you are glad that it's just as you left it.
The massive four-poster bed sits against one wall next to the room's giant floor-to-ceiling windows that let in the afternoon light, casting long shadows on the fireplace gracing the opposite wall and the plush sitting area in front of it.
You flop yourself on the bed, arms stretching out and you curse at how comfortable the mattress is.
Who would have guessed the handsome boy you met in your econ class was this filthy rich.
You don't want your brain to fantasize but your thoughts drift there anyways as you sit up to sort through your clothes; it dreams of a future where this could be all yours. It's not like you weren't dreaming about a future with Daichi before, but now you’re imagining paying off your student loans, using some money to help your struggling friends and family, or maybe going even bigger than that, like starting a business or a charity to really help people.
You have to stop yourself from going too far. You shouldn’t spiral with these thoughts because that's the big issue: you and Daichi, what are you really?
You were instantly infatuated with him when he smiled at you during your first economics lecture together just a few months ago. Sitting next to each other, passing a notebook back and forth drawing little doodles together when you should have been paying attention. The chemistry between the two of you only grew when you started studying together and he invited you out to party with some of his friends.
The two of you have even shared a few make-out sessions together at said parties, but the next day when you expected things to be awkward or to at least have a discussion about what it meant, Daichi always acted like everything was normal, like the two of you hadn't had your tongues down each other throats the night before.
And that's not to mention how he always seems to be holding your hand, or hooking his arm around you, giving you butterflies at every turn. He always seems to be more touchy when other guys are around, but you can say that you do the same. Hugging him back tighter when other girls look his way.
In the beginning, the small touches and longing glances you shared in class slowly turned to long hugs and holding hands. You thought that maybe Daichi was this way with all of his friends, but when he introduced you to his roommates, Asahi and Sugawara, you noticed that he isn’t that touchy with them. It seems to be something only reserved for you.
You think of all the shared touches that you've had just today and your heart flutters. It's like when the two of you touch, your heart is instantly filled with happiness that calms your soul. His touch just feels right and being with him feels as easy as breathing.
If soulmates do exist, you can imagine that this is what it feels like.
You let out a deep sigh, shaking away your thoughts, before you decide to make your way down to the kitchen to meet up with the others.
You follow the voices through the maze of corridors and staircases to the kitchen, thank god they are a noisy bunch.
Everyone is gathering around the huge kitchen island, with bowls of chips, candy, and other snacks scattered around, and there seem to be two different conversations going on.
Daichi has his back to you, and you walk up next to him, putting your head on his shoulder. He looks down, throwing his arm around you, pulling you into his space more before whispering, “How was your shower?”
You wrap your arms around his waist before shrugging your shoulders, choosing to instead focus on the conversation that Tanaka and Kuroo are having. Daichi grabs a few of the bowls of snacks and pulls them closer to you, taking a big handful of food for himself.
Kuroo lets out a loud annoyed groan before explaining, “Oikawa just texted me that he’s going to dock here for the night.”
You sense the mounting tension in the air and take a handful of snacks, ready to take in whatever drama that was about to unfold.
The mention of the name you are unfamiliar with seems to bring the other conversation to a close as everyone focuses their attention on Kuroo and his phone.
Daichi lets out an exasperated sigh. “I could have sworn I told him to keep that thing away from here,” he says, rubbing his hand down his face in annoyance.
“He's bringing that party boat here? During gala week?” Kiyoko adds, blowing hair out of her face with a huff.
“Eh, I'm not going to complain, it's always full of hot babes,” Tanaka says right before a smack lands on his chest from Kiyoko. He pulls her into him, playfully kissing her cheeks, “No one is hotter than you babe, you know that.”
She rolls her eyes at his response but seems to accept his apology.
Not having any idea about who or what they are talking about you pipe up, “Who’s coming?”
Daichi lets out a big sigh before explaining, “Oikawa is this guy we grew up with, he’s a big flirt with an even bigger yacht. It's pretty much a giant party boat that he fills with supermodels.” You can practically feel the way Daichi’s eyes roll at the notion of a party boat stacked to the nines with supermodels.
Bokuto moves to Daichi’s other side, leaning over the island looking around him at you with a wide smile and adds, “Not to mention the alcohol and drugs.”
“Yes, yes, Bokuto, we all know why you enjoy Oikawa’s visits,” Daichi retorts, shaking his head and laughing.
“He just texted again,” Kuroo says with an annoyed groan. “Says he's going to be docking in three hours.”
“Well, what do you guys want to do until he gets here?” Daichi asks, taking a big handful of pretzels from a bowl close to him.
“We could go for a race around the track,” Kuroo says with a devilish smile.
Bokuto lets out an excited yell before pointing at Kuroo and exclaiming, “Hell yeah, lets go!”
Everyone heads outside into the evening sun. The warmth that the sun provided during the afternoon seems to be fading, giving the air a slight chill.
Kuroo and Bokuto run with their hands in the air from the house to their cars before starting them and speeding off towards the track while Daichi leads you, Tanaka, and Kiyoko to the large ten-car garage that spans the side of the house.
He opens a side door leading everyone into the garage, pressing a big button on the wall causing all of the garage doors to begin opening, filling the space with light.
Your eyes widen when you look at the millions of dollars worth of vehicles equally spaced with precision in front of you. While you recognize some brands: Lamborghini, Ferrari, Bugatti, and Mercedes, there are more that you don't, and your eyes glaze over at the pure wealth displayed in the garage.
Tanaka's excited voice pulls you from your haze as he practically jumps up and down in place, “Can we take the Bugatti?” he shouts questioningly, making you jump.
“Sure thing,” Daichi replies as he takes the keys to the Bugatti Veyron SS off the hook and tosses them to Kiyoko.
You watch her unlock the car and climb into the driver's seat as Tanaka jumps into the passenger seat next to her. The engine roars to life and she carefully pulls it out of the garage before she peels off towards the track, leaving you and Daichi alone in the garage.
“So, do you see a car you like?” he questions, his eyes following the car as it barrels around a corner.
The first real time alone with him since landing here and he decides to ignore the elephant in the room? You wouldn’t be surprised if there was actually an elephant around here somewhere.
You ignore his question and turn to face him, “Dai, what the fuck. What is this place? How are you so rich?”
“I'm not rich, my parents are,” he quickly retorts, turning to face you.
“That's exactly what a rich person would say,” you roll your eyes at him.
“I know you must feel pretty deceived right now; it was so nice when I was just Daichi to you, not the heir to this big conglomerate worth millions of dollars,” he walks close to you, moving to place his hands on your shoulders but stopping himself, and lets his hands fall to the side almost in defeat.
“My dad is this huge businessman and he has all these women who throw themselves at him because of his money. He's never been in love, even when he was with my Mom, and I didn’t want that. I don't want that. I want to be in love. I want to marry someone I'm in love with and not because it is what has been decided for me.”
Of course, he would have a real reason that you couldn't get mad at. And of course, it’s romantic as hell. At least he’s being open about it now.
You look up at him, and you realize that this is the same Daichi that he's always been. Those are the same eyes that you've been looking at for months, the same hands that have held you so many times, the same Daichi as always, just a different setting.
“You know I'm not like that Dai, you could have told me,” you reply, your voice softer than it was earlier.
He takes a step closer, his hands reaching out and rubbing away at the stress in your shoulders.
“I know, I know, I’m sorry that I kept this hidden from you. I should have told you.” He sighs, closing the remaining space between the two of you and moving his hands to cup your face. “I just want you to understand what getting into a full relationship with me would mean.”
The way Daichi is looking at you makes your heart melt. His eyes reach your face in desperation, half expecting you to push him away but you just lean into his hands, closing your eyes and savoring his touch before you match his vulnerable gaze.
“What would a full relationship mean then, Daichi?” you practically purr at him.
“It means all this,” he says before kissing you lightly. “All the fun stuff, the cars, the houses, the private jets,” he kisses you again. “But it also comes with a lot of not fun stuff too.”
You take a deep breath before responding, heart pounding from the intimacy of the moment. “And what would happen if I said that I still wanted a relationship with you? Even with the not-fun stuff.”
His breath hitches before he smiles. “I'd give you everything,” he whispers, eyes searching yours again, thumbs caressing your lips softly as he still cradles your face in his hands. “I'd buy you the moon if you wanted it.”
“Good thing I don't want the moon then.” You grab his shirt, closing the gap between the two of you before kissing him.
His hands fall to your hips before he starts to push you backwards towards the Ferrari behind you, until your ass hits the car, never disconnecting from the kiss.
His lips feel warm on yours as you get swept away into the moment with him. Your lips moving in tandem before his tongue expertly sweeps out at your bottom lip. You let out a moan, allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth.
His grip on your waist only gets harder when he starts to move his body against yours, rutting his hips against yours, letting out a small moan into your mouth.
If the two of you weren't so caught up in each other, you would have heard Kuroo pull up to the garage and step out of his car before just staring at the two of you locked in each other's embrace. He rests his cheek on his short car door before he reaches a hand inside his car to honk the horn. You and Daichi startle at the sound, pulling apart as Daichi sends Kuroo a death glare.
Kuroo lets out a loud laugh unaffected by Daichi’s glare. “Thanks for the show, but are we going to race or what?”
Daichi waves him off, looking back down at you, his eyes bouncing from your lips to your eyes, with a smirk, “Do you want to drive?”
You hear Kuroo drive away as you playfully smack Daichi’s chest before you exclaim, “God no!”
His eyes close as he chuckles at you, “Okay, fair. But which one do you want to take?”
You look around at the cars not really knowing too much about them, so you ask, “Which one is the fastest?”
He smirks at you and says, “That’s my girl,” before throwing an arm around your shoulder and grabbing the key for the white Koenigsegg Regera off the hook.
He walks you over to the passenger side of the car, opening the scissor door for you and watching you take a seat before pulling it closed and jogging to his side, getting in the car.
The brown leather of the interior is a stark contrast to the white of the outside paint, and you find your body being cradled in the expensive bucket seat. Daichi leans over you, grabbing your seat belt and buckling it for you, bringing his face inches away from yours, teasing you before he buckles his own seat.
He pulls out of the garage slowly before putting the pedal to the floor and driving off towards the airstrip, racing around a few tight corners before he drives towards the runway where the other three cars are already lined up.
Bokuto jumps off of his side fender when he sees you and Daichi approach and makes his way inside his car with an excited spring in his step. Kiyoko kisses Tanaka before making her way into her borrowed car and Kuroo, who was sitting cross-legged on the roof of his car watches the two of you pull up before jumping down and walking towards you.
Daichi meticulously lines up the front wheels with the other cars, before letting the engine idle, rolling down the window to talk to Kuroo.
When the rooster-haired man leans down to talk into the window, you don't miss his glance at you, before his eyes dart back to Daichi, and a small dusting of pink appears on his cheeks.
“We've decided we're doing a mile drag, first to cross the line wins, the loser has to make dinner and wash the dishes,” Kuroo announces.
Daichi looks over to you, intertwining your fingers and bringing them up to lips, kissing your knuckles, and a determined look crosses his face, his mouth turning up on the corner in a smirk. “Winner gets to pick what's for dinner, so you better decide what you want.”
His competitive side is something that you rarely see, usually only coming out when he's challenged, and the charged air around him has heat pooling between your legs.
Daichi lets your hand go and starts going through the settings of the car, setting up the launch control, mumbling to himself as he remembers how to set it up, as Kuroo heads back to his car.
You hear the roar of the other engines as they come to life and look through Daichi’s window at the other drivers, all giving thumbs up, ready to start.
Before Daichi gives his thumbs-up, he turns to you, “Just keep your head back, alright?”
You give him a worried look, but comply, placing the back of your head on the headrest behind you. You're concerned about what to do with your hands so you decide to place them in your lap.
Daichi gives the thumbs up and rolls his window up, giving the engine a few revs before hovering his foot over the gas in wait.
You watch as a now shirtless Tanaka walks out in between the cars. You can barely hear him as he starts to count down from five, but when he gets to one, he starts waving his shirt in the air wildly and Daichi slams on the gas.
The world starts to blur as the car accelerates. The loud roar of the engine assaults your ears as your heart starts to beat faster from the sudden adrenaline rush.
Time seems to slow as you go faster. You watch the speedometer increase: 60, 80,100, 120 and it’s still climbing.
The noise of the air rushes past as the car seamlessly cuts through and you feel your heart beating in your throat.
You look over at Daichi to see a big smile on his face; he knows he’s winning and you take the time to look back as Kuroo is being passed by Kiyoko, and she's getting closer to Daichi.
You let out a laugh: the crazy speeds and all the adrenaline pumping through making your body seem like it's on fire.
You glance at the speedometer and watch it hit 240 mph before you and Daichi cross the finish line first and he slams on the brakes. You are very glad you listened to him about keeping your head back, or else you're sure you would have whiplash.
Daichi stops the car, putting it in park before turning to look at you, your eyes full of bewilderment as your body tries to process the fact that you're in one piece after such a rush.
“Holy shit Dai! You won! We won! That was amazing!” you exclaim frantically to a smiling Daichi, laughing along with you as you stammer on about how fast it was.
The other cars form a circle with the hoods facing each other, and you watch as everyone starts to get out.
Daichi nods his head towards the others, “Come on, let’s go gloat.”
Everyone sits or leans against the hood of their cars, and Daichi once again has you tucked under his arm. You laugh along with the group and their antics as they argue over the standings. The official decision was that Daichi won, which was unanimous, with Kiyoko taking second, followed by Kuroo and Bokuto.
Bokuto said something about his launch control was being finicky before all of you hear whooping and yelling coming from a very out-of-breath Tanaka. He had apparently started running after the cars had left and was just now reaching the group.
Everyone is in high spirits as you talk for a bit and you seem to mesh seamlessly with them, throwing out a few quips that make Bokuto and Kuroo snort, teaming up with Kiyoko when the boys get too rowdy. It almost seems like you're not the new person in the group, that you’ve known them forever, and you are really happy that Daichi has surrounded himself with great people.
The rest of the evening was spent driving the cars and having long chats afterwards, about nothing and everything all at once.
When it came time for dinner, since you and Dai were the winners, you got to decide what Bokuto was making for everyone. His attempt at your favorite dish left the kitchen filled with smoke and Daichi surprised everyone with pizza, even before talks of a back up plan for was discussed.
Then you heard the horn of a ship, followed by mixed reactions as the five of you clear up dinner and get ready to leave the mansion for the ‘sex ferry,’ as Bokuto called it.
Daichi gets closer to you and murmurs into your hair, “Watch out for pervs on the boat, stay close to me, yeah?” You nod, as you wrap your arm around his ready to leave.
That is, until Kiyoko stops Daichi before the two of you make it out the door, “I’m stealing her for a second, she can't go on a yacht dressed like that!”
You look yourself over in the mirror and you have to admit, Kiyoko did an excellent job dressing you up.
Your hair is perfectly styled and your face has just the right amount of makeup. Kiyoko crosses in front of the mirror applying the finishing touch: a shimmering lip gloss that is the perfect shade for you. The oversized, white knit sweater that she had you put on hangs loosely over your curves, tucked in perfectly into the brown skirt that she picked out for you. It's not a look that you would usually go for, but you have to give her credit, she did a good job, you look stunning.
On the way up to this ginormous closet, she had explained to you that Daichi’s sisters had this closet stocked with every size and designer label known to man, just in case any of their friends needed a last minute change of clothes.
At first, you didn't believe her, but when you saw the enormous room with a rainbow of color-coordinated clothes hanging from floor to ceiling you changed your tune. You were even more shocked to find that all of the clothes still had their price tags on, wincing at the $1,000 price of one pair of pants.
Kiyoko gives you one last glance over before she starts to get herself ready, dressing in a black long-sleeved dress, the hem of the skirt falling just at her thighs and fishnet stockings, the exact opposite of the aesthetic she chose for you.
She applies her red lipstick with a pop before turning to you, “Well, what do you think?’
She takes your hand and twirls you around so that you are facing the mirror before she rests her chin on your shoulder.
You laugh at her antics, before replying, “I think we look hot!”
The two of you make your way down to the boat, exiting the mansion through a side door and make your way down to the dock.
Now that you are up close to the boat, you can see the massive amount of people on board. The four decks are filled to the brim with people dancing, talking, and making out, all with various drinks in their hands, and you can see Aoba Johsai written in cursive on the side of the boat.
The two of you step onboard and you hear him before you see him, “Kiyoko, over here!”
Tanaka is calling out for her through the crowd of people, leaning along the railing of the boat, dressed in all black and holding two beers.
She makes her way through the crowd with you close behind. Tanaka wraps her in his arms, kissing her on the cheek.
“Looking good babe,” he growls into her ear as she takes one of the beers from his hand.
The two of them look like they are about to start making out with all of their flirty touches, and you would like to find Daichi as soon as possible so you clear your throat and ask, “Do you know where Daichi is?”
“He's usually in the second-floor pool room; it’s up the stairs, second door on the right,” Tanaka replies while gesturing toward the stairway back by where you just came from.
You nod and take your leave, making your way to the stairs, bumping into people on the crowded deck. After the first few steps, you look back at Kiyoko, wondering if she’s coming with you. Too late, you think as you watch Tanaka pull her hips closer to his, whisper into her ear, and start kissing down her neck.
You shake your head and continue on, happy that she's having fun, but wishing you still had her company by your side.
At the top of the stairs, you only see one door that opens to an empty hallway. You decide to take your luck with it, even if this isn't the right place, it's a nice space to take a breather from all the people.
You open the door and what you thought was a quiet hallway turns out to be an echo chamber for the bass echoing off the walls. Where is the music even coming from; you barely heard it outside?
Leaning against the wall, you take a few deep breaths, which are immediately interrupted by the smell of cigar smoke wafting towards you. Part of you wants to leave but the other part of you says stay, stay for him.
This is so much to process, you can already feel a migraine coming on. The smell of cigar smoke and the thumping bass echoing off the walls of the ship isn't helping your stress levels. Where is Daichi? This would be so much easier if he would just appear by your side magically.
The door you just came through opens and shuts with a squeak, and you hope that your prayers have been answered, but when you turn to look at the person who just joined your space, it is very much not Daichi.
His blonde hair and very noticeable tongue ring are the farthest from Daichi as you can get, and you really wish that you weren't in this hallway alone with him right now.
He makes his way closer to you, getting in your personal space, leaning one arm against the wall next to your head to look you up and down, before licking his lips.
“Hey baby girl, are you lost?”
You start to look for an exit as he moves closer to you. “No, I'm just looking for someone,” you reply.
His arms cage you in, not giving you any room to move away. “Aw, don't be like that, I can show you a good time too,” he insists. “The name's Yūji Terushima, you'll need to know it when you're screaming it out later.”
You try to move away from him but he won't let you pass, until you hear a door open.
Daichi comes out of one of the side rooms and the instant he sees you trapped by this man, his eyes turn red with anger.
He rushes over to the two of you, yelling out, “Hey! Get off of her!”
Terushima isn't quick enough to respond, turning to face Daichi, but Daichi is already at his side sending his fist flying towards the blond's nose with a mean right hook.
Your body sags with relief as Daichi pulls you into his arms and Terushima is on the floor withering in pain, gasping at his probably broken nose.
Daichi is frantically looking over you, checking your arms and face for any sort of harm, “Did he touch you? Are you okay?” he questions you rapidly.
You bury your face in his chest and nod, “Yeah, I'm ok.”
He puts his arms around you before pulling you away towards the door he just came from. “We're down here,” he says, glaring at Terushima covered in his blood on the floor, leading you away from him.
The room that Daichi was in is stuffed full of people. People line the walls, getting very personal with each other, while others sit on the couches in the center of the room with people pulled onto their laps or under their arms. There are two pool tables on either side of the couches and you spot Kuroo and Bokuto playing what looks like a game of strip pool with four girls, and, from the looks of it, they are losing badly. On the other end of the room is a large bar, with glass bottles lining shelves behind it and a few empty bar stools.
Daichi chooses to ignore his almost naked friends and heads towards the bar, pulling out a stool for you before taking the seat next to you.
The bartender has very fluffy brown hair with matching brown eyes and once he's done serving up drinks to the couple down the bar, he makes his way over to you.
He starts to gather a glass for Daichi without even asking him what he wanted and then looks at you expectantly, “Well cutie, what can I get for you?”
Daichi levels his gaze at the man, and you can feel the deep grumble vibrate from his chest before he turns to you, “This,” he gestures to the bartender, “is Oikawa.”
Oikawa gives you a wink before scurrying out of Daichi’s reach as he playfully tries to grab him, causing Daichi to let out a huff.
With the weird environment you're in, you think it's best to forgo alcohol, at least for now, so you ask Oikawa for water.
He hands you a glass with lots of ice in it and you watch the way the two of them interact. Their friendship looks to be built on a bed of mutual annoyance, but you can see how they care about each other hidden in the undertones of their speech.
The night goes on and you spend a lot of it with Oikawa and Daichi at the bar. Oikawa asks you lots of personal questions, some of which you choose to ignore, and some of them you indulge him a little. If Daichi trusts him, it's okay for you too, right?
Just as your ass is starting to hurt from the barstool, a younger man comes up to Daichi, his orange hair bouncing in the wind as he practically vibrates in place. You catch his name, Hinata, and some of what he's trying to explain. There seems to be trouble between him and another guy, and he came to Daichi to be the mediator.
You can't blame him; in fact, if you were having any sort of trouble, Daichi's the first person that you would seek out. Daichi is so strong and dependable, he makes the rest of the world feel safe and easy. It's not that he makes problems go away but he seems to take in the situation for what it is and find a solution that seems so blatantly obvious you can't believe that no one else thought of it first.
Daichi is that and so much more. His playfulness and competitiveness are something that you saw today when he was driving that car. Not to mention how hot he looked behind the wheel, his arms muscles were on full display and you barely even got the chance to stare at them. You think about going back in time just so that you could watch them flex as he gripped the steering wheel.
You shake your head, trying to pull your brain away from the horny thoughts, but all that manages to do is send you back to the memories of your hot makeout session in the garage earlier. How his hands were all over your body, his lips pressed to yours...
Daichi’s laugh pulls you from your daydream and you realize that he, Hinata and Oikawa are all staring at you. His hand is waving in front of your face, “Earth to Y/N.”
Your shocked expression tells you everything he needs to know so he repeats himself, putting his hand on your knee, “You good here for a minute? I gotta help Hinata with something.” You nod at him and the two walk off together.
Oikawa talks to you in between serving people drinks and you manage to have a decent conversation about your university studies. Turns out, he is studying a major very similar to yours.
Oikawa pulls his phone out and answers it, before putting it down on his shoulder, turning to you, “I have to take this, I’ll have one of my boys take you to Daichi.”
He turns to one of the nearby couches close to the bar before barking out, “Mattsun, take her out to where Daichi is. I have some shit to deal with.”
The man he called out to kisses the blonde sitting on his lap before moving her off of him so that he can help you find Daichi. His tall body leads you out onto the deck of the boat through hordes of drunk people dancing and making out until you spot an orange mess of hair and Daichi standing next to him.
As you get closer you notice a small, but rather important detail that you couldn't see when you were farther away, Daichi is surrounded by tall, skinny, gorgeous-looking supermodels, and all of them seem to have their hands on him.
Daichi seems not to notice the touches, he's too focused on a boy with black hair laying upside down on a lounge chair, his hair softly caressing the wooden deck with every small gust of wind.
You notice another woman start to touch his hair before Daichi swats her away like she’s a fly before he's kneeling to look at the chair guy again.
Mattsun leads you closer to Daichi, announcing your arrival before saying his goodbyes and heading back where he came from. You yell out thanks as he is leaving and he waves his hand in the air as he walks away.
Daichi stands from his kneeling position and moves to your side. He has to get closer to your ear to talk as you are now closer to wherever the loud music is coming from but you don't mind, wrapping your arms around his waist possessively, eyeing the other girls.
“Kageyama had too much to drink, he's absolutely wasted,” Daichi says loudly, making sure you can hear him over the bumping bass.
You wished you would have grabbed your water before you left the bar. Just when you're about to suggest someone go get him some water, Oikawa bursts out onto the deck from a side door, exclaiming, “That little shit!” before running off towards the upper decks. You see that he's being followed by Mattsun, the guy who just helped you, and two other men, one with spiky black hair and the other with short pink hair. They all look extremely pissed.
You hear the sound of helicopter blades before you feel a blast of wind, causing the water to start rippling around the boat. You look curiously up at Daichi before he's turning and barking orders to Hinata to get the drunk guy some water and crackers before he's grabbing your hand.
“There's only one man that could be, and we better go make sure Oikawa doesn't kill him.”
By the time you two make it to the upper deck where the helipad is, there already seems to be a standoff in place. A tall man with dark olive hair stands with a large briefcase tucked under the arm of his suit coat. He does not look like he's dressed for a party, but instead like he's about to go into a courtroom.
This new man's face is void of emotion as Oikawa is practically snarling at him, lip upturned like an angry dog.
Daichi runs between the two warring factions, putting up his hands to Oikawa before turning to the tall man.
But before Daichi can say anything Oikawa is yelling over his head, “Who said you could land here, get lost!”
The tall man completely ignores Oikawa, walking up to Daichi, “Ah, Sawamura, just the man I was hoping to see.”
Oikawa's face turns red with anger, if this was an anime you are sure that there would be steam coming out of his head.
Daichi looks at him quizzically, “All this just to see me? Should we go talk in private?”
Ushijima gives him a confirming grunt, nodding his head and Daichi leads him around Oikawa and his men, stopping to whisper something in Oikawa's ear, looking at you, before making his way over to you.
His hand cups your face and you nuzzle into them as he speaks, “I have to go talk to Ushijima. Oikawa said he'll watch out for you so stay here until I get back alright?”
You don't want to leave his side again, but this must be important if a guy is willing to land on what seems to be his mortal enemy's boat only to talk to Daichi. You give him a small pout before you nod, and he kisses you before turning and jogging after the mysterious Ushijima.
Oikawa throws his hands up into the air making his way over to a bar. Damn, he really has these things on every level, doesn't he?
This bar is smaller than the one in the pool room, and only has two stools, but there is a long couch next to it where his men sit down. He motions for you to take a seat at the bar as he starts pouring drinks for the other three, before offering to do the same for you. Taking him up on his offer this time he makes you both matching fruity drinks with cute umbrellas before he joins you, sitting at the barstool next to you.
Oikawa still seems to be on edge from his confrontation with Ushijima, or the lack of one, so the two of you sit in comfortable silence for a bit. You watch some of the party-goers stumble around on the lower decks, and you see women and men come up to talk to the three sitting on the couches. You pick up their names after a bit — Iwaizumi, Makki, and Mattsun, are what everyone calls them — and you eventually watch Mattsun get pulled away by the busty blonde you saw him with earlier.
Oikawa seems to pull himself out of his mental slump when he finishes his drink while you've only been sipping on yours, so you are nowhere near close to finishing it. He makes his way back over to the bar side and washes his cup before he starts making another concoction for himself.
He breaks his silence, “So, you and Daichi are pretty cute together.”
You hum at him in agreement, taking another small sip of your drink.
He continues, “He must be pretty serious about you if he's bringing you all the way out here. He's never brought a girl here before.”
Daichi and you haven't talked about your past relationships, but you aren't really surprised to hear that with what he told you earlier about wanting to be in love.
You don't want to pry, but you do want to know more. This side of Daichi’s life is still a mystery to you.
“Not even one girl?” you ask him in all sincerity.
Oikawa smirks, glad that he caught your attention with that one. “Well, he did date a girl from our neck of the woods, if that's what you want to call us rich shits. She was hot and smart but they never really seemed to mesh.”
You give him a curious look so he continues, “She was all business, no heart. And you know Daichi, his heart is ten times too big. They just didn't work.”
You nod taking in your new information before you feel someone next to you, the man with the pink hair, Makki.
He opens his mouth before he leans on the bar to stabilize himself, the alcohol apparently starting to kick in. His words are slurred together. “Are you two talking about Daichi? I heard some models say they would pay $10,000 to lick one of his thigh muscles!”
Oikawa pushes the drunken Makki off the bar and he stumbles back to the couch before slumping over into a woman's cleavage.
“Don't mind him,” Oikawa says, trying to bring back the lighter mood from earlier. “He doesn't know what he's talking about.”
Oh, but you do know what he’s talking about. You've been avoiding the thoughts since you landed, but now there's no holding back the dark thoughts you've been trying to suppress.
How are you supposed to be good enough for him? For Daichi and his big heart? You've seen it so much tonight, the way he laughs and takes care of his friends, like it’s second nature, coming easier than breathing for him. He's so caring, compassionate, fun and you're just you.
How are you supposed to compete for his attention when you are up against literal supermodels?
You swipe at frustrated tears forming in the corner of your eyes before speaking to Oikawa, “Can you tell Daichi I’m gonna go back to the house, I'm tired. But it was nice to meet you.”
You were very much not tired. This was the most wide-awake you have felt in quite some time. Your mind races with all the things that are wrong about the situation you find yourself in. You would laugh at how being on a billionaire’s floating sex boat is what made you feel this insecure if you weren’t feeling so pathetic.
You find your way off the boat with ease, pushing past people grinding on each other to get back to the dock so you can make your way to the safety of your bedroom.
As you get to the house’s side door you hear a familiar voice calling out your name.
Turning around, you see Daichi running up the path you just took, before he stops next to you, out of breath.
“Did you sprint all the way up here?” you ask him.
“Yeah…” he pants out in between breaths. “I wanted ... to catch you.”
“I told Oikawa I was going to bed, it’s been a long day and —,” you try to explain but he interrupts you.
“Are you actually tired?”
You are fidgeting with your hands, not wanting to lie to him, “Well, not exactly...”
“Come somewhere with me.” It flows out of his mouth like a demand but you can see the question in his eyes as they gleam in the darkness. You look at him quizzically before he continues, “Don't worry, no one else is gonna be there.”
Your lips turn in a small smile at his statement, “Just us?”
He takes your hands, placing them both between his own and brings them to his lips, giving your knuckles a light kiss. He keeps them there when he replies, “Yes, just us. I promise.”
You think for a minute, and then give him a hesitant yes.
His face lights up, “Okay, let's get some supplies.”
He takes your hand, pulling you into the kitchen, grabbing the snacks you like, and a nice chilled glass of water along with two glasses before motioning to a cupboard, telling you to grab the best blankets.
When you rub the blankets on your skin to test which ones are softer, Daichi smirks at you.
“Cute,” he says before making his way over to you, “but make sure you grab one of the big sturdy ones too.”
He grabs a basket for all the stuff and wraps you in one of the soft blankets before heading to the elevator that was tucked away in the corner of the kitchen.
“An elevator, really?” you grin at him, your earlier frustration easing away the more time you spend with him and his smile.
“To be fair, it was installed before we bought the house, but my grandma does use it a lot.”
The two of you ride the elevator to the top floor where Daichi starts running a hand along the wall looking for something. When a secret door pops open, he laughs at your shocked expression before motioning you to follow him inside.
A hidden staircase leads the two of you up to the roof and you take in the sight of the grounds. You can see the race track where you spent your evening, the large yacht floating below filled with people still bumping away to the music, and the stars... You swear that you've never seen the stars shine so bright before. You can see them weaving patterns in the night sky, their stories unknown to you but you enjoy their beauty nonetheless.
When you look over at Daichi, his eyes are soft as they trace your features, and you love the way his gaze makes you feel.
He leads you out to a small section of the roof near the middle of the house where he lays the thick blanket on the ground, setting out the snacks and taking off his shoes before sitting down on the blanket, patting the spot next to him as you take off your shoes and join him.
The two of you sit together, eating snacks, sharing stories for a while, staring up at the night sky together, before he turns to you with a playful glint in his eyes.
“Let's play a game,” he proposes.
You look him over and nod, waiting for him to explain the game.
“It's easy, just ask me anything, whatever you need answered and I won't hold anything back.” He seems very confident, obviously wanting to make himself an open book after keeping this big secret from you. There are so many things you could ask, you don’t know where to start.
You raise an eyebrow at him before asking, “What is the worst decision you've ever made?”
He rolls his head to look you in the eyes, before raising his eyebrows at you, “Going right for the hard-hitting questions then?”
“You said you'd answer Daichi, are you gonna take that back?” you say with a little smirk.
He thinks for a moment before replying. “Fine,” He says before rolling his eyes, “I let Bokuto give me a tattoo once when we were both drunk.”
He sees your quizzical eyes as you try to suppress your laughter, “It’s on my ass and it’s a smiley face. Stop laughing!”
You can't stop the laughter that comes from you as you imagine your big strong Daichi with a funky little tattoo on his ass cheek. You are wiping the tears out of your eyes as he takes his opportunity for revenge.
“Okay, my turn!” he exclaims, rubbing his hands together.
You have to stop laughing so hard so that you can retort, “Wait, wait, you never said that I would have to answer too!”
He smiles and shakes his head, laughing. “Yeah, I guess you're right. How about I get to ask you a question for every two questions you ask me? And you don't have to answer if you don't want to.”
You look at him questioningly and you are very curious as to what Daichi would want to know about you so badly he’s willing to put himself on the line first. “Sounds fun,” you smile.
“Good, what's your second question?”
“What were you talking about with that guy, Ushijima?”
He looks uncomfortable as he tries to think about how to answer you. “Well, he mostly just saw Oikawa's boat and wanted to annoy him,” he chuckles before continuing. “But he also wanted to talk about a deal that our fathers are trying to make to secure our family ties. It's something that we both are very against.”
His answer leaves you with more questions, “What do you mean, ‘family ties’?”
He smoothly switches from his uncomfortable state and offers you a coy smile, “Do you want that to be your next question, sweetheart?”
Rolling your eyes at him you respond, “Ugh, no.”
“Okay, good because I really don't want to think about it. My turn then.” He thinks for a second before asking, “Do you think this,” he gestures into the air, “is too much for you? You know, the cars, boats, houses, money?”
You pause to gather your thoughts, staring up at the night sky again.
“I think that it's a lot to take in all at once,” you say slowly, calculating each word before it comes out of your mouth. “Especially the sex party boat,” you chuckle, “But I could get used to it.” You let the ‘for you’ hang in the air unspoken.
He grabs your hand, looking up to the stars, “I’m glad. Okay, what's your next question?”
You don't want to ruin the mood and ask about the ‘family ties’ between his and Ushijima’s families, so instead, you choose a safer route.
“What was it like growing up?”
He seems taken aback at first before a simple smile adorns his face, “My parents didn't love each other, not really. They had me, and then my brothers and sisters, but when times got hard they didn't support each other. They divorced pretty early in my life, I was still a kid when it happened.”
He pauses when you squeeze his hand in reassurance, but he's still smiling as he continues, “They split the companies between them, got us a nanny, and we bounced back and forth between houses every few months. I eventually just ended up as the caretaker for my siblings, making sure they didn't turn into spoiled brats.”
His laugh at the last part is so genuine it makes your heart flutter, but even so, his life has been far from perfect. “Wow, Daichi, I’m sorry you had to go through that.”
“It wasn't that bad, I got to have a lot of fun.” He shakes off your concerned look before he gets to ask his question, “My turn again. What was it like for you growing up?”
You explain to him about your family dynamic, watching how his eyes seem to light up when you make jokes and then fall when you mention your hardships. He squeezes your hand like he never wants to let go when you finish telling him your stories, a playful smile returning to his lips before he tells you to ask your next set of questions.
You think of what to ask next, and your face grows hot as your brain churns up a question that you have never talked about with Daichi before.
Your tongue stumbles as the words flow from your mouth, “Have you had sex before?”
He tries to suppress his smile, “Yeah a few times, not with anyone really special though.”
Your lips part in surprise and you find yourself asking in a breathless tone, “What’s your number?”
Daichi leans closer to you, erasing the distance between your bodies as his hands move up the skin on your exposed thigh, leaving goosebumps in their wake, “Is that your next question?”
You're breathless, the heat from his fingers distracting you from the fire brewing inside you, “Yeah, it is.”
Daichi’s lips are so close to your own you can feel his breath on your soft skin, his voice dipping an octave when he asks, “Why, do you want to be one of them?”
You clear your mind enough to retort back at him. “Is that your next question?” you say, brushing your nose against his teasingly.
“Yes,” he answers before his breath hitches in his throat as you move your hands to his thighs.
“You first,” you giggle as his cheeks turn a bright shade of pink.
He answers as quickly as possible, his words almost too fast to hear but his tone is so low it sends shockwaves straight to your core. “It’s four, Laney in high school, this girl Kay at a party, Hime my ex and then Jackie in college a year ago. Your turn.”
Your mind clouds with his scent as you bring your hands up to his chest. Why is he so hot when talking about other people he's fucked, and why aren't you more jealous?
“I- uh, yeah. I would love to be your number five,” you stammer out.
He smirks at you, both of you are very obviously in need of each other's touch, more than you were getting and you can't deny how good it feels to have his undivided attention like this. Something about Daichi makes you forget your sense of self, and his touch instantly sends your heart racing.
“Do you have any more questions, sweetheart?”
You nod, biting your lip, “Are you going to kiss me, Dai?”
He nods before his eyes search yours. The stars tonight are reflected in his dark irises and you swear that you could get lost in him if you looked long enough.
Daichi moves closer to you at an agonizingly slow pace, and you savor the electricity that is simmering in the distance. It's enough to have your heart skip a beat before he closes the gap.
His lips meet yours and it's slow at first. His touch and kiss are reminiscent of the way that stars seemingly burn for eons until they can't take any more heat and explode in a fury of passion.
You grab the collar of his shirt, bringing him impossibly closer to you, wanting to erase any remaining space between the two of you. You seemingly throw him off his balance as he almost falls on top of you. You can feel him smile into the kiss before he starts to reposition your body with his big, strong hands.
Daichi sits back, before pulling your body into his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist before continuing the kiss. His tongue swipes at your bottom lip and you moan at the contact, allowing him access, while you snake your hands into his hair, giving his roots a slight tug to get him to kiss you harder.
More. You need more.
His hands move up your body from your hips with a slow drag of his fingertips up to your neck, cradling your head in his hands, angling your head to kiss you deeper.
Your body burns at the contact with him, your soul reaching out for his through your kiss. Hearts melting and colliding into one supernova as your lips push and pull against each other. This heat that ignites within you that only he can seem to control, grows and grows until you feel like you're going to go insane if you don't touch him more soon.
Grinding your hips down on him, you can feel how much he is enjoying this, and you can't help but smile when he lets out a small whine into your mouth. Kissing him harder you start to move your hips against his as he ruts up into you at the same time. The delicious friction you've been craving but it's not enough, you need more.
His mind must have melded with yours because he stops kissing you, pulling away with your bottom lip caught between his teeth until you let out a small gasp.
“Pretty girl, tell me you want this,” he asks breathlessly.
You feel your cunt clench at his praise, needing more from him, needing everything.
“Dai, I want all of you.”
His breath hitches in his throat, and his eyes take in the sight of you on top of him with the endless backdrop of stars above you.
The look he's giving you melts any remaining pieces of your heart into a giant puddle, his eyes are soft and a small smile is on his lips as he whispers, “I think I’m falling in love with you.”
You rest your forehead on his, looking him in the eyes and reply, “me too.”
He smiles at you bigger and you can't imagine feeling any happier than you are right now, his eyes crinkle in happiness before he buries his face into your chest, wrapping around you and hugging you with a huge amount of strength.
You let him hold you like that for a few seconds before the need growing in your stomach becomes unbearable.
You move your hands to cradle his head, pulling him from your chest so that you can look at him. His eyes are half-lidded looking up at you in awe, like he can’t believe that you're here with him on his lap.
“Daichi,” you practically purr, “please, fuck me.”
His eyes flutter at your words, and he bites his lip. He looks like he's fighting some sort of internal battle.
Before you can register his movement, the world is tilting on its axis, and your back is now on the soft blanket. His strong arms caging you under him and your legs are around his waist as he leans over you.
You can see why he was staring up at you earlier, he looks heavenly with the night sky as his backdrop. The soft glow from the house illuminating his features and he looks beautiful and so fucking sexy.
His eyes land on your lips and you watch as one corner of his mouth tilts up in satisfaction at your reaction to him.
“Aw, my girl thinks I'm sexy,” he says, nuzzling his nose against yours as he taunts you.
You can't believe you said that out loud, but it's true so you nod, worried what else will come out of your mouth if you choose to open it.
He leans down so that he is right next to your ear and he growls, “I think she’s fucking sexy too.”
He gives your earlobe a small nip before he starts kissing your neck. You turn your head, giving him more room, and he takes full advantage of it, tracing his tongue along your pulse before moving his lips against your skin. His lips search your neck until he finds that spot that makes you gasp, and then he focuses all his attention there, biting it lightly before his tongue swipes away the sting.
You moan for him, moving your hand to his hair, gathering some between your fingers before he sucks hard. Your hips jut up, grinding on him in pleasure, and both of you moan into each other as your clothed cunt brushes against his hard cock.
“I’ve been so fucking hard for you since our kiss earlier.” His mouth kisses down to your shoulder which is still covered by your sweater. “Do you want my mouth or my fingers?”
His hands make their way under your sweater and over the skin of your stomach, before teasing your nipples through your bra and you let out a gasp when he gives one of them a squeeze, a warning for you not answering him.
“I asked you a question, answer me,” he says in a stern voice that sends shivers down your spine and makes your eyes flutter.
Your mind tries to calculate a response, as the assault on your nipples increases, sending shocks of pleasure right to your core.
Unable to focus on anything but how his fingers feel on your skin as he trails a hand down your body, “your fingers, please” you moan out for him.
He leans back and pushes your skirt up around your hips before he starts to tease his fingers along the cloth covering your core.
His gaze on you makes you want to cover yourself up, but when you move to close your legs, his hand grabs your knee and pushes you back open for him.
He uses both of his hands to pull your underwear down, staring at the string of slick that connects them and your soaked folds. He tosses them somewhere over his shoulder, before taking in the sight before him. The cold night air meets your warm cunt and sends shivers up your spine, but the cold is quickly replaced with the heat of Daichi’s warm hands on your thighs.
“God, you're beautiful,” he groans, as he watches your cunt flutter around nothing at the depth of his voice. Fingers moving back to your slit, teasing your folds before he moves his fingers up to circle your clit.
You let out a gasp when he finally touches you where you've been needing him. Your hips jut up in search of more contact.
He teases his fingers through your folds before sliding one into you. You can feel how wet you are and it makes your face heat up but he feels so good inside you, you don't care.
He thrusts his finger into you a few times before adding a second, watching your face morph into pleasured bliss before focusing his attention on the way your walls are trying to suck him inside.
Your hands move to your chest, kneading the flesh there as he increases his pace, finger-fucking you until he finds the spot that makes you scream.
The pleasure in your body continues to build as he focuses all his attention on that one spot. Your nerves are all on fire and you can feel the building pressure, just waiting to be released. Daichi is making you feel so alive, his fingers working magic on your body, weaving their way into your soul and imprinting his mark there where it can never leave.
All of the muscles in your body tense and you hear Daichi say, “cum for me,” before the coil inside you snaps and your body convulses in pleasure, singing out his name in praise as he sends you to the stars. His voice and fingers still work you over, sending more pleasure into your system before you feel yourself gush around his fingers, your body almost folding in on itself as you grab at his wrist to hold him still inside of you.
Your breath comes out in short bursts as you relax onto the blanket with him still kneeling between your legs. When you look up at him, he has the cockiest smile on his face, obviously proud of himself.
You weakly smile and nod at him, hoping that he understands that he just sent you into orbit before you stretch out your hands for him.
He reaches out, and you pull him down on top of you. You kiss him roughly and he eagerly ruts his hips into you, moaning into your mouth when he can feel your wetness seeping through his pants.
You reach down between your bodies, unbuckling his belt and undoing the button on his pants. You try to get to his cock, but with the angle you're at and his boxers getting in the way, you can't seem to reach, and you let out a small whine.
Daichi seems to understand, and he pushes his pants and boxers down past his thighs, giving you the perfect view of his cock.
It makes your mouth water and you want to taste him so bad. Your hands move to stroke him, gathering the precum that leaks onto your fingers before you pop them into your mouth, lapping up the flavor eagerly.
You moan at the taste, sucking on your fingers, wishing they were his cock. You vow to yourself to take him down your throat and have him at your mercy before the end of this trip.
Daichi’s hand pumps his shaft a few times before he runs the tip through your folds, gathering your slick, before circling your clit with the head of his cock.
You moan at how thick and heavy he feels against your soft folds. “Please Dai. I need you so bad, please, fuck me.”
He lets out a groan. “When you ask so nicely, how can I say no?”
He lets go of his cock, and moves his hands up to hold yours, interlocking your fingers together before his lips connect to yours in a hungry kiss. He holds eye contact with you as he slowly moves his hips into position as the head of his cock slowly presses into you.
You watch him bite his lip as he fights the urge to buck into you, his half-lidded eyes concentrating on your face, watching your mouth form into a beautiful ‘o’ and your eyes flutter as he pushes more of himself inside you.
When his hips are flush against yours, he stills, wanting to give you time to get used to his girth. He can't help but savor the way your walls are squeezing him and sucking him into you. You give him a slow nod before he starts moving again, slowly pulling out of you and before pushing back in with more power.
You can't help but dig your nails into the back of his hands, forming crescent-shaped indents. The way his cock hits all of the spots inside of you perfectly has you questioning if this is a dream, but the way he sounds and looks as he moves above you is something so hot that your brain could never imagine it this perfectly.
His lips scatter kisses along your jaw until he's at your neck again, savoring the feel of your still tender flesh against his tongue. He’s taking his time focusing on leaving his mark at the top of your collarbone, sucking and nipping at your skin.
His head falls to your shoulder and his breath turns uneven as he pants out, “if you keep squeezing me like that I'm not gonna last,” in between thrusts.
You aren't going to last either, the coil in your stomach is already dangerously close to snapping again.
“Da-Daddy,” you moan, completely lost in your pleasure.
He pauses above you with his cock still fully sheathed in your dripping cunt, his head snapping up off your shoulder to look into your eyes, his brow furrowing. “What did you just call me?”
It takes a second for your mind to process what you just said. His hips being completely still as his cock continues to stretch you is not helping your brain processes.
And then it hits you, why did you just say that, oh no. “I’m sorry it slipped out — I’m so —” you panic, stopping when you realize he is shaking his head with a gleam in his eyes you haven’t seen before.
Daichi angles his hips before thrusting into you at an even harder and rougher pace. “Say it again,” he commands, each word accentuated by a heavy thrust.
You bite your lip as the pleasure takes over you once again as he pounds into you. The sheer strength he has is evident in the power behind each thrust.
You can't help yourself when you start babbling out a mixture of his name and new nickname, the two words becoming interchangeable on your tongue and streaming together.
Daichi releases your hands so that he can get a better grip on your hips, pounding into you without abandon. His eyes go dark as he loses himself in the feeling of your cunt, so soft and pliant and warm all around him. All his.
He can feel you tensing around him, squeezing his soul out of his body as his cock begs for release.
He speaks through his teeth as his whole body is clenching, hold out his orgasm for you, "Fucking cum on my cock baby girl. I need to feel it."
He lets out a primal growl as you feel the pressure inside you release as your pussy milks his cock. Your orgasm crashing through you, forcing you to grip onto his strong shoulders, leaving dark circles that will eventually turn into bruises into his perfect skin.
You cry out for him, chanting his name as your vision clouds over, and you swear you can see the universe unfolding and refolding in on itself as your body is propelled through time and space.
Your mind is hazy as your muscles twitch. Daichi is still pounding into you, babbling about how much of a good girl you are and how much he's going to fill you up, claim you as his.
Your body is still shaking with pleasure when you feel Daichi’s thrusts start to waver, your pulsating walls still pulling him even deeper until he lets out a moan of your name above you. His eyes lock with yours as he spills his cum inside you, filling you up completely until it seeps out around his cock.
You both are panting as Daichi leans down to kiss you, his soft lips a stark contrast to the pounding your cunt just received.
You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his weight on top of you and keeping him sheathed inside you.
The stars shine down on you in their infinite beauty and you wish you could stay in this moment forever with him, breathing in his scent, the two of your souls merged into one, with your breathing in sync. All you need is him, you think, only him and you could be happy forever.
Daichi wakes up to the sound of his phone buzzing on the nightstand. He looks down at your sleeping form on his chest and debates on whether or not he should move you to turn the assault of buzzing off.
When his phone quiets down, he lets out a small sigh of relief.
After last night on the roof, the two of you managed to sneak to his room without anyone seeing you. Kuroo and Bokuto almost caught the two of you, but with women on each of their arms, they were a little too preoccupied trying to navigate through the mansion to pay attention to you and Daichi hiding in the shadows, giggling at their antics.
After the two of you got cleaned up, you both got comfortable under the covers, talking the night away, exchanging small kisses and playful jabs before you fell asleep on his chest.
He looks back down at you, and you look so cute sleeping in one of his shirts, the little bit of drool pooling on his chest is adorable and he wishes his phone was closer so he could take a photo.
The incessant buzzing starts again and he lets out a small curse.
Whoever is calling him must really need him. He takes a deep breath, inhaling your shampoo before he very slowly moves your sleeping body off him.
He grabs his phone off the nightstand before heading to the bathroom, not wanting to disturb your sleep with whatever this phone call is.
Finally looking down at the caller ID, he wishes he would have just thrown his phone out the window but nevertheless, he answers after letting out a big sigh.
“Dad, what do you need?”
His father talks to him through the phone before Daichi has heard enough. He says one phrase to his dad before hanging up the phone and turning his phone off and slamming it on the counter.
“Drop it, I am not meeting with Hime.”
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