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clownhousemargarita · 25 days

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Can you do a Angel dust x shy (Charlie’s younger brother) male reader, he’s really shy and introverted but likes to sing and perform just like his big sister.

"Kissed?" -- Angel Dust.

------- Summary: Despite being the Prince of Hell along side your sister, the Princess of Hell -- you find yourself closed off, just like a certain spider you knew. Pairing: Angel Dust x MALE! Reader Warnings: Sexual implications, Objectification, Suggestive. Enjoy. (I kind of left out the singing part, sorry about that. I sometimes just write and let my hands take me wherever.) --------

You loved your sister, you truly did. But good lord was she emotional. Nothing wrong with that, of course. You found yourself holding complicated emotions -- she had her girlfriend to express her feelings and distress to. You always wondered how Charlie could find trust in someone so easily, especially someone in Vaggie's situation. You envied your sister in a way, that she always saw the good in people. You experienced your family break up all in front of you, so you never had a good example of love and trust in your life. Once your mother and father paid enough attention to how you turned out, they did their best to hide it from your sister. The oldest was always the guinea pig child, as they say. This eventually brought out your introverted self, being a polar opposite to your sister and a great point to compare the two of you. When you arrived at the Hotel project your sister had been working on (because your shit ass father apparently had better things to do) , you felt proud of her. She brought in shitty people, attempted to help them, without working on her own problems. So proud.

You immediately found no connection with anyone there, especially Alastor. He gave you a stomach ache, a stomach ache full of daddy issues. You decided to keep away from him. You saw that Charlie already latched on to him. Another example of her trusting people TOO quickly, especially for your liking. You did find one connection though, someone you enjoyed to listen to. Angel Dust. Yes, they fucking porn star. You enjoyed listening to the porn star talking about whatever the fuck he wanted to talk about. You enjoyed hearing him, knowing there was another layer of him to unwrap. You knew he was much more than what was portrayed on television. He was a pretty spider, you understood why so many people found him so attractive. He was charming, cute, his voice was beautiful. That's honestly all you really thought of him, you never wanted to watch his films. Although he claims he gives consent, you felt as though it was disrespectful. It just didn't feel right to watch a man who you talk to get absolutely railed by some OTHER guy, mind you. It upset you, it shouldn't but it did. Which was a feeling you were going to bottle until it erupts on some inconvenient day. While you sat with Angel Dust as the bar, he rambled about how he thinks pigs are better than any animal to have as a pet. Which you entirely disagreed and continued to fight with him about. "You're biased, you have a fucking pig." You roll your eyes, giving him your hand to talk to. "Exactly! Thas how I know ther the best!" He shoots his hands in the air to emphasize his point. You make a talking motion with your hand as a way to mock what he was whining about. "Fuck you, 'm right. Right fat nuggets? Yes I am! Yes I am, daddy will always defend you, baby." His voice broke out into baby talk as his little piglet began wadding towards him. "Literally hate that you just called yourself daddy right now." Angel grins and shrugs. "I don't do it often, it's the other way around." "Oh, hell no." "What! That's my job!" "Shouldn't be." "Why're you hating on me today? You hate my guts!" "Yeah I do." "You should just rearrange them instead." "That's FUCKING insane, Angel." "Tellin' me you don't wanna?" You groan and slap the back of his head. Angel laughed, letting out a little moan before bringing his arms together to push his chest fluff out. "C'mon." He purrs, leaning closer to you. "I don't wanna fuck you." You flick his forehead, backing him bounce back a bit. He whines again, "Why not! I'd fuck you!" You roll your eyes, though you won't deny your flushed face. "You'd fuck everyone." "Not ya sistah." "That's really comforting actually." "I play for one team." "I'm on the bench." Angel laughed, you loved when you made him laugh. The best word to describe him was always just, 'pretty.' His laugh was pretty, his eyes, his makeup, his voice, everything. You clear your throat a bit before attempting something. "Ever actually kissed someone during a scene?" You ask, not looking him in the eyes. "Are ya dumb? Course I have." He tilted his head, raising a brow. "Nah, like an actual nice kiss. Not something aggressive or whatever." He sits there to think a bit, you knew what the answer was but you still wanted to make sure. He then shook his head.

"Do you not watch my films?" He asks before you speak. You shake your head. Angel looks taken aback. "Rude!" You chuckle and shrug. "Doesn't feel right, you're my friend." Angel felt his face flush up as well. Man, you know your fucked up when basic human decency gets you REALLY going. He only hummed. "Anyway, wanna know what an actual kiss feels like?" Angel's head perked up, his eyes were wide. "You wanna kiss me? Then what?" He grinned at the end of his sentence. "Just kiss, fuck. Relax -- tryna take it to base 34 already." You groan, swatting him. "..okay." He mumbled, his face red. "Never seen you red before." You tease, a smile wide on your face. "Fuck you man! Nobody says shit like how you do." You raise your brow this time. "Whaddya mean?" A smile still visible on your lips as you lean in. Angel feels himself start to sweat. "I dunno." He says, a little to quiet. You think he didn't meant to be so quiet, it just came out that way. Your eyes were lidded, "If you kiss me with tongue I'll bite your tongue, cook it, then feed it to Alastor." You threaten. Angel smiles wide, showing his bright gold tooth. "Thanks for the save." You roll your eyes before finally leaning in and pecking him on the lips. Angel opens his eyes, pauses for a second, before leaning back in for a more passionate kiss. His other arms that were above his waist pull you in, making you sit on his lap as you wrapped your arms around his neck, stuffing your hands into his silky hair. It wasn't sexual, it was loving. And it was a bit too much for Angel. He pulled away, his face felt like it was burning. You looked back at him, waiting for a response. "Are you okay?" You ask. He only whimpered in response, leaning in and setting his head on your shoulder. His grip on your waist was tight, he wasn't crying, just processing. You hear him inhale, before finally saying something. "Thank you." It was mumbled, but enough. You smile softly and pet the back of his head. "Of course, stupid."

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genshingorlsrevengeance · 3 months

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Hey, a while back you did a bunch of Genshingirls walking in on their S/O with a body pillow of them. Why don’t we flip the script this time? S/O walks in to see the girls (or guys!) with a body pillow of *them*!

One character I do ask for is Bernadetta.

(Genshin Impact/FE3H) Furina, Ayaka, Yae, Shenhe, Kokomi, Bernadetta, Edelgard, and Marianne with a body pillow of their S/O

The implications of someone making a body pillow of yourself is both hilarious and terrifying.

Furina's eyes go wide once the door opens, leading her to rush something underneath the blanket seeing her S/O.

(S/O) "Hey, I'm ba-...Furina?"

She has her usual smug expression as she dramatically blew a kiss to them.

(Furina) "Ah, welcome back dear! I must say you are home far earlier than I expected!"

(S/O) "Is everything alright? You're sweating a lot."

(Furina) "Ah? This? I just summoned one of my little friends to cool me off is all!"

(S/O) "On our bed?"

...

S/O walked over to them and immediately put their hand on her forehead, stunning her for a moment.

(S/O) "Your face is burning hot! Jeez, no wonder you needed them. Let's get you a change of clothes-"

(Furina) "W-WAIT!"

S/O ripped off the blanket and saw themselves on a pillow, forcing them to make sure they weren't going insane.

Furina for her part was doing her best impression of a tomato, with her two fingers awkwardly tapping the blanket and doing everything in her power to not look them in the eyes.

(S/O) "Why do you...H-How...?!"

(Furina) "L-LISTEN! YOU WEREN'T HOME AND..."

Furina began pouting as she put the blanket up to her face, probably about to explode from embarassment.

S/O was flattered at least, but...who even gave this to her?

(S/O) "Where have you been hiding this whenever I have been home?"

(Furina) "...Closet."

Her muffled voice responded.

Ayaka felt that having a body pillow of her S/O felt so...strange.

It was so weird, who even has this kind of thing of their significant other?!

But...it was not too dissimilar from keeping a picture of them, so maybe....?

Ayaka hides the pillow from everyone, and not a single soul besides her knows about it.

Whenever she was missing them, Ayaka would hold onto the pillow, counting the days until S/O could return.

...Until her door slid open.

(S/O) "Surprise! I'm here early-"

Ayaka's absolutely mortified expression speaks for itself as its inches away from a picture of S/O, pasted onto the pillow.

The two said nothing as they kept unblinking eye contact.

(Ayaka) "...Please don't tell anyone about this."

Yae commissioned an artist that she knows to put S/O onto a pillow.

There was something similar going on with Ei, which gave her this idea to begin with.

Yae put the pillow right smack in the middle of the bedroom and waited for S/O's arrival that night.

She could already imagine their reaction, but why imagine it when you can just see it?

Finally, Yae could hear the door creak open, and her smirk increased tenfold.

(S/O) "Yae, I'm home. Hm, what's that on-"

Yae bursts out laughing when S/O pauses and their face scrunches up upon seeing themselves.

Wiping away a tear from her eye, she greets S/O.

(Yae) "Is something the matter, I thought you'd appreciate me always thinking of you."

(S/O) "Why is it so well drawn?"

(Yae) "I paid someone a substantial amount of Mora to get your likeliness down well, little one.~"

She starts laughing again seeing their exasperated sighing.

Shenhe was gifted a body pillow of S/O, strangely enough by Cloud Retainer.

(Cloud Retainer) "One believes that you would appreciate a reminder of your loved one in physical form. At least, that is what the Traveler has spoken."

And Shenhe not really knowing how ANY human interaction works, took it at face value as well.

After all, Shenhe does feel that strange longing in her heart for S/O, there was at least this nice picture of them to keep her satisfied until now.

S/O eventually comes home to find Shenhe hugging the pillow of themselves in the living room, making them do a double take.

(S/O) "...Shenhe?"

(Shenhe) "S/O. It's good to see you again."

Her eyes slightly narrow.

(Shenhe) "Is something wrong? Your expression is changed."

(S/O) "Is...that a pillow of myself?"

(Shenhe) "Yes. It was a gift from master."

S/O noticed how tightly Shenhe was holding onto the pillow, before they came in, and she proceeded to hug them just as tight.

(Shenhe) "It brings...some comfort when you are not here."

S/O sighed, but gave her a smile.

(S/O) "That's touching...in a weird way."

(Shenhe) "How is a pillow of you weird?"

(S/O) "Hoo boy..."

Kokomi's body pillow of S/O: +1000 Energy

It embarrasses her to no end that the pillow actually boosts her energy.

But if she couldn't cuddle with her S/O, then there was the next best thing!

At least, that was the plan until the real one walked into her hideaway.

(S/O) "Kokomi, I brought some sna-"

She was so tired that she didn't even notice them.

Kokomi has a soft smile, hugging the pillow of them tightly as her shoulders relaxed.

S/O walked up to Kokomi, unsure to call her name again or tap her in the shoulder.

Both would equally startle her, considering.

They would have to do neither, as Kokomi opened her eyes and saw them standing in front of her.

(Kokomi) "AAAGH?! S-S/O?!"

She quickly tried to hide the body pillow behind her before giving up and sighing.

(Kokomi) "I'm...s-sorry."

S/O gave her a smile before hugging her, letting her relax into their embrace.

All the while, respectfully not looking at themselves.

(S/O) "...How long have you had that pillow, Kokomi?"

(Kokomi) "Please don't tease me about that, dear."

Okay, even Bernadetta could admit that having a pillow of her boyfriend/girlfriend was weird.

But...it brought her comfort, and no one really entered her room anyway, so who cares?

It's not like anyone was gonna see it.

She holds onto the pillow like a lifeline, sighing in content.

(Bernadetta) "Oh, Pillow S/O, thank you for bringing me comfort in my times of need..."

(S/O) "...I don't do that?"

(Bernadetta) "Of course you do! Like nothing el-"

She realized that it spoke up, and slowly turned behind her.

(S/O) "...H-Hi."

Bernadetta was completely frozen in place, eyes widened in absolute terror.

(S/O) "Please tell me you didn't get Ignatz to draw that for you-"

(Bernadetta) "I-IT WAS A GIFT, I SWEAR!"

(S/O) "I'm...not sure that's any better, sweetie..."

It was absolutely disgraceful to Edelgard to have a pillow of her S/O!

The Emperor of Adrestia needs to have more tact than...whatever the hell this was.

But at the same time...she didn't have the heart to throw it away.

She instead keeps it, but WELL out of sight of anyone that could find it.

Honestly, Edelgard would rather a thief find her gold than this pillow.

Unfortunately for her, someone worse found it.

(S/O) "Edelgard, is my clothes in the closet? I can't seem to find my jacket."

(Edelgard) "Hm? Oh yes, it should be-"

Her eyes shoot wide open as she quickly spins around, and rushes to the closet door.

She slammed it shut, giving S/O a panicked look.

(S/O) "WOAH! W-What's gotten int-"

(Edelgard) "B-BY THE EMPEROR'S DECREE, I FORBID YOU FROM OPENING THAT DOOR!"

As if on cue, the door instead fell over to the side from Edelgard's strength, and out flopped the body pillow of S/O onto the ground.

(S/O) "..."

(Edelgard) "..."

Marianne truthfully didn't even want this body pillow.

It was gifted to her by Raphael, and she couldn't say no.

The picture portraying S/O was tasteful and quite well drawn, but who keeps a picture of someone they love on a pillow?

It just felt extremely awkward, and Marianne did not want to deal with it.

She was in her room with Hilda, not sure what to do.

(Hilda) "Wow, okay that's kinda creepy. But sweet too, in a weird way!"

(Marianne) "I suppose, but it seems rude to throw it away if it's so well crafted."

(Hilda) "Iunno. Maybe hang it on a wall? It is a picture after all!"

The door to her bedroom opened, and both of them saw S/O enter.

(S/O) "Hey Mari-...Oh, Hilda! What are you doing in here?"

(Hilda) "Heya. Just trying to figure out what to do with this gift."

(S/O) "What gi-....Oh."

All three of them stared at the picture, unsure what to do.

(S/O) "Um...did you?-"

(Marianne) "I did not make this..."

(S/O) "O-Okay good..."

(Hilda) "Well whatever you guys decide to do, just don't let Claude se it!"

Marianne and S/O gave each other an awkward glance, putting it gently into their closet and deciding it'd be best to figure that out later.

They forgot about it, and Marianne gets jumpscared by the pillow of S/O sometimes.

A/N: OH MY GOOOOD IT'S SO NOSTALGIC WRITING FOR 3H AGAIN

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fractualized · 1 year

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Another month, another Man Who Stopped Laughing (#6)!

Warnings for blood and gore (including the death of an animal).

We spend extensive time with Los Angeles Joker in this one. He's scheduled for a flight back to Gotham, but he decides to take in a comedy set first.

I like the implication that Joker has a higher voice, as that's the kind of Joker voice I prefer!

When the comedian gets a better look at his fan, he is much less amused.

Oh god don't do a riff. DO NOT DO A RIFF. That couple in the back sneaking out absolutely have the right idea. This cannot end well.

But the comedian forges ahead, and he has some good jokes about Gotham.

Until he fucks up.

Joker just got divorced from that flying rat and he does not want to talk about it!!

Of course, per the first image in this post, Joker was always planning to use his drink to acid the poor comedian in the face. Chaos erupts, but then Mr. Waffles shows up.

I really enjoy the dynamic with the henchmen in this issue, how Joker's interactions with them are almost friendly. Mr. Waffles wasn't sure where you were, Mr. J! He was so worried. :(

Before leaving for Gotham, though, Joker has an errand.

Look at your boss's face back there! Don't question him!

I said the dynamic was almost friendly. (Hee, lookit the guy hiding in the red car.)

They then head up to the observatory, where they watch the second part of Joker's farewell to the City of Angels. (Hold on, does that mean something, that Joker is from such a dark city, so of course he's unhappy in the City of Angels?? Eh, maybe not, just a thought.)

Is it insane to look for messages in the smoke? Yes? Nevermind.

Aw, Joker you miss Batsy, don't you? That's why you gotta go back to your roots– except Joker didn't realize where his flight was leaving from and he kinda screwed himself.

The pun on the van is meh but now I'm wondering if Joker thinks of himself as a lettuce head– and oh my god I just realized that icon on that blimp is a Joker face and get the joke.

There's a brief interlude where Jason learns that his clown-killing last issue isn't so clear-cut, and then we're back to LA Joker trying to get to the dang airport through a riot that he started.

But never fear, Mr. Waffles is taking charge!

MR. WAFFLES NOOOOOOOOOOOO

Oh good, he's okay, but you may notice that the van is now on fire, which isn't going to get Joker to LAX. And look at Waffles' concern! He doesn't want Boss to get hurt! :(

And then another interlude…

Goddamn, I guess Protag Joker really did get hit by that train. And now he's stuck getting fed rat blood. Yeeeeeeesh.

This raises the question of when the next issue of Punchline: The Gotham Game takes place. Protag Joker showed up at the end of GG's last issue, and I'd assumed he came across Punchline after dodging the train. But maybe their reunion takes place in Joker's wanderings pre-TMWSL #5, or after Grundy fixes him up? Questions, questions!

Anyway, over in Hollywood, Joker has escaped the riot and is still trying to get to the airport.

He tries to use his clownly wiles for a ride, but it's a no-go.

And then… LE GASP

Okay, no one believes this is the real Batman coming up. I still can't tell where TMWSL takes place in relation to what Bruce is up to. Is Bruce "dead" now? Is Bruce fighting literal demons now? Who knows!

Anyway, Joker's bemusement at Costume Batman is entertaining.

And of course there's a Robin.

wuh oh

Look, Joker still has some post-divorce aggression to work out. He should get home and work it out with his ex!

But not quite yet.

I know nothing about Manhunter but I guess I'll learn next month!

Then it's backer time, and we have a different artist, and I don't know how I feel about it. Francavilla's style really complimented the strangeness of the plot lines. But it is what it is, and it's Ralph!

Joker's henchmen have come to tell Ralph about a death in the family.

Twin brothers, of course! Looking back I'm surprised we didn't get to this clone explanation sooner.

He died almost doing what he loved: riding a bat.

Ralph leaves his family to attend to his brother's affairs.

lol boners reference

Ralph carries out all of Joker's schemes, my favorite being toilet papering Arkham, just because… the simplicity and near innocence of it, I guess!

But then as his duty comes to a close, Ralph realizes he's found a new calling.

Not a huge fan of this backer, perhaps because it makes me think of Three Jokers, which I still viscerally dislike even though I barely even remember why. But this does call back to the idea that Joker is an unstoppable force that Gotham will always need to deal with, and that's fun!

#the man who stopped laughing #joker #my jibber-jabber #spoilers #gore #blood

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reidsnose · 3 years

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hair tie

overview: spencer and the reader start carpooling to work together

genre: fluff!!

a/n: i really dont know if this one is any good i just thought the idea was cute but let me know what yall think :)

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spencer was startled by the sudden knock, guests were rare in his little apartment, let alone this early in the morning. a bit paranoid he put his hand over the gun attached to his hip, just in case.

what surprised him even more than the unexpected knock was seeing you through the peep hole when he got to the door.

"y/n? are you ok?" he worried, scanning you up and down quickly to make sure you weren't hurt.

"no um i'm ok," you nervously chewed on your lip, "i was going to call you but i don't have your cell yet. oh my gosh this is going to sound so weird."

you were relatively new to the BAU and they were all very welcoming. the only person who seemed a little bit more closed off was Spencer.

it was true, he was avoiding you a little bit, but only because you were the most beautiful human being he had ever seen; which only made you that much more intimidating. he was afraid. what if he said something stupid? what if the second he opened his mouth you started thinking he was just his IQ. but you were fully a part of the team now. he would have to at least be aquatinted with you.

"its ok, you can say it." he encouraged kindly, causing you to visibly relax.

"ok. oh before i ask i want to preface this by saying you could totally say no i completely understand its a super weird thing especially because we barely know each other." you took a breath as he nodded, a slightly amused smile toyed with his lips.

"i understand the implications. proceed." he mentally slapped himself for wording his thoughts like that.

"do you maybe.. wanna drive to work together? i heard you talking about how you take the train and i also heard that you have an aversion to germs and i drive by your apartment to get to work anyway so i-" you cut yourself off, looking up and seeing him staring at you wide eyed. "i'm sorry this is too weird i over stepped my boundaries and now you dislike me even more. i'm sorry for interrupting your morning. um, you're going to be late for work if i don't leave you alone so ill just- sorry. i'm sorry."

truthfully, this was one of the kindest things anyone has ever offered to do for him. and you offered it with genuine kindness, no ulterior motives to try and get something from him. he stood stunned. how were you so beautiful AND kind. and still somehow a little intimidating.

"we're gonna be late" he called out.

"what?" you turned, having already walked a couple steps from his apartment, your heart beating a bit faster at the sound of his voice.

"you said i'm going to be late. but were carpooling. so we'll both be late," he said matter-a-factly, grabbing his coat and satchel.

"YES!" you laughed, a cracking a wide smile and punching the air triumphantly.

you leaned against the railing of the stairs as you watched him lock up. he was tall and slender and very handsome. so handsome. not handsome like morgan, handsome in a way you were sure you'd never seen before. an incredibly unique and scarce handsomeness that only Spencer Reid had. you tried to forget those thoughts as he began walking towards you.

"i don't dislike you, by the way." he blurted as the two of you walked down the stairs. he felt bad that he made you think he isn't fond of you; the problem was he was too fond of you.

"oh! thats good i've been trying to think of every interaction we've ever had because i was afraid i might have said or done something."

"truth be told," he huffed out a breath, "i was kind of intimidated by you."

you laughed a real, genuine laugh from deep in your belly as you reached your car. the sheer coincidence of the situation as well as your entirely non intimidating nature was seriously laughable.

"you cant be serious! did Garcia tell you?" you asked, completely dumbfounded.

"tell me what?" he asked back, confusion lacing his voice.

"that i was intimidated by you!" you confessed.

"what? this guy in Texas called me a pipe cleaner with eyes! how could i have possibly intimidated you?"

he looked around your car trying to subtly profile you. thats when he noticed you had put hand sanitizer in the passenger side door. and you had pushed the seat back to accommodate for his long legs. it was just two little things, two ways you put a little extra effort in to make him feel welcome, but he was 100% positive if he thought about it too much he would cry. he felt the need to do something like this for you. not to get even or anything, but simply because he wanted to make you feel the way he felt right now.

"i don't know! you're so tall and smart and you seemed quiet but i guess thats only because you were avoiding me. are you sure garcia didnt tell you?" you laughed, watching the road.

now it was his turn to laugh, "no i swear, Garcia didn't say anything about that to me!"

The two of you continued driving, either talking or sitting in a comfortable silence. and this little carpool became a tradition. the two of you arriving and leaving work together every single day, causing the two of you to become closer.

you had to admit, every morning and evening you spent with Spencer made him just seem more and more perfect. unbeknownst to you, the exact same thing was happening with him.

he noticed, one day, as you were pulling your hair up to tie in a ponytail, your hands alternated searching your wrists for a hair tie but there wasn't one there. once he noticed it once, he started noticing it constantly. on a case, in the office, in the car, at a bar. you always seemed to forget your hair ties.

so he went to the store after you drive him home one day, and got a few packs of hair ties. after paying for them, he put one on each wrist and the rest in his satchel, so next time, when you needed one, he'd have it.

he felt like such a creep, constantly watching you to see when you would try to put your hair up. of course the rest of the team took notice, though they had noticed your obvious incline towards each other, Spencer was clearly acting a little weird.

and then it happened.

the two of you were partnered to go to the crime scene on a case, and you went to tie up your hair before you entered the scene. he could hardly contain his excitement, his mind moving a mile a minute trying to decide how he wanted to give you the hair tie. he watched one of your hands search your wrist, but this time it pulled off a little black band and started looping it around your hair.

he couldn't believe it. he finally had a chance to make you feel a portion of the way he felt when he saw your effort in making his car Spencer-friendly, and new he had to think of a new way to do it.

snap.

he looked over and saw you holding what used to be your hair tie, now no longer a band, but a completely useless elastic line.

"you've gotta be-" you muttered to yourself, but your sentence was interrupted as Spencer nonchalantly jutted his wrist towards you. "what are you doing?"

"take my hair tie." he stated simply, trying so hard not to blush. this became even harder as your fingers graced the skin of his wrist while you pulled the hair tie off.

"oh! thank you! you're a life saver!" you breathed, cracking a wide smile as you used it to tie your hair up.

you couldn't help the butterflies going absolutely insane in your stomach. why did he have a hair tie? does he tie his hair up sometimes? why have you never seen it up? you tried to suppress a smile, that would be completely inappropriate for a crime scene.

but you couldn't suppress the warm feeling in your chest. because that was always there when Spencer was around.

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belpheroo · 4 years

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Title: All Yours Pairing: Mammon x f!MC Rating: 🍋 Summary: Takes place during Lessons 21-22 during the “aphrodisiac syrup” incident. Took most of Mammon’s dialogue straight from the lessons at first. PWP/PWF because I missed my baby Mammoney.

“I love you so much, ya know?“ Mammon said, no hesitation, no stammering, “So I really missed you after you left. Like, how could I not? And I just want you so bad I can’t take it… “

He sighed, running a hand roughly through his hair, a blush dark on his already warm skin.

“I’m goin’ insane here! Man, this is killin’ me! It’s killin’ me, but… still, that’s all right.”

Mammon took another deep breath, finally breaking eye contact as he huffed, “I’ll just deal with it.”

She could hardly speak, still processing everything he so easily confessed. Despite the slight raggedness in his breathing and the way he kept his hands firmly set against his hips, clenched tight, Mammon seemed almost unaffected by the aphrodisiac properties of the syrup. Aside from his loose tongue, that is.

Satan, Beel, Belphie, Asmo… even Levi and Lucifer had struggled to control themselves and were freed by the compulsion by an order. But Mammon? He was so composed… it should have been a relief, but despite the sweetness of his words and the earnestness in his voice, she found herself wishing he was more overcome.

Now was the time to issue an order, to end the aphrodisiac… but instead she hummed thoughtfully.

“What if I don’t want you to deal with it?”

Those words would have once gotten an immediate response from Mammon, but instead he curiously flicked a glance back over at her, expression carefully neutral.

“Or… like, deal with it in a more fun way?”

“Human, ya really don’t wanna push on this. I can control myself, but I’m still a guy! It’s not nice to tease me like that…” Mammon grumbled, redness blossoming across his cheeks in new vibrant shades.

“I could lose it. Like, really. Really. Ya got it?”

“Mammon.” She cut him off, taking a few steps forward. Mammon hesitantly stepped slightly back.

“What if I want you to?” She phrased her words carefully, keeping them sounding like questions rather than suggestions or commands less she end the effect prematurely.

“Want what?” Mammon countered, running out of space to keep retreating as she urged forward, prepared to trap him between herself and his bedroom wall if she needed.

“… what if I want you to lose control? What if I want you to touch me? To show me how much you love me? How much you missed me?” Her eyes flashed, dangerous and scheming and insatiable as she ran her tongue out along her bottom lip for the barest moment.

Mammon barely managed to catch himself mid lurch, nearly moving off the wall to catch that lip in between his teeth.

“W…why would ya say that?! Mannn… ya just like seein’ me get flustered! Well it won’t work! I ain’t some baby demon, I’m the second eldest!”

“Even Lucifer wanted me so badly he could barely keep his hands off me before it wore off.”

“…he?! He touch ya?! Ya didn’t kiss him did you?!”

“No, I only want to kiss you.”

Mammon groaned, running his hand over his neck and up into his hair, dragging his fingers through it with a look of utter agony.

“You gotta stop… you can’t keep sayin’ that. You can’t keep teasin’ me, please I-“

“Mammon.”

He stopped, looking at her from the corner of his eye, lids half closed and a blush so hot and vivid on his cheeks she could see it even beneath his warm brown skin.

It took only a few steps to close the distance between them, Mammon taking several back until he was against the wall with no chance of escape. He twisted his hands into fists and pressed them down at his sides again, throat bobbing as he swallowed hard and strained. She wanted to catch it with her lips, to kiss him beneath his jaw and against his throat… but she settled for something small first, barely letting her lips brush the corner of his mouth.

The heat coming off his body was scorching, the intensity enhanced by the sudden grip of his hands around her arms as Mammon shoved her away.

Her name dragged out of him, a desperate, pleading moan.

“Mammon…” she was careful, any order, any at all would take away this moment, make him shut up in his thoughts again instead of acting on his feeling. She slid her own hands up his arms, feeling the coil of muscle and the heat of his skin.

“I’m not teasing.”

The hands at her arms left but in an instant they were cupped beneath her jaw, guiding her around and switching their positions so she was up against the wall. Mammon crowded her into the smooth cool surface before he settled his lips over hers. Needful. Greedy.

The firm planes of his body pressed along her, drawing her focus to her breasts, her thighs and oh god— he slipped his knee between her legs, pressing up against her center with practiced precision before he rolled his hips forward. He growled, low in his throat and all at once she felt as if the strength had gone out of her legs and heat pooled with sudden intensity in her core.

Her breath gasped out as they parted, giving her precious moments to take in air before he dragged his tongue across her bottom lip and then licked into her mouth. Mammon had moved back off enough that her hands were able to find their way beneath his t-shirt, the fabric bunching up on top of her forearms as she dragged her palms down the taunt skin of his stomach. She let her nails barely scratch him, feeling his sharp intake of breath as he sucked in and away from the touch for a moment and then all but melted against her as her hands slipped across his sides and stroked up his back.

“Too many clothes.” She said between mouthfuls of his kisses, the words sending Mammon scrambling to tug off his jacket. His attempts to take off his shirt were blocked several times by her own touches, a giggle falling from her lips and spurring Mammon to smile just as he finally managed to tug the shirt off and over his head.

Her own followed, but his hands came up behind her back before she could start making work of the bra and with one skillful snap of his index and middle finger, she felt the clasps pop open. A blush spread fiercely over her cheeks at his—deftness. Realizing despite his tendency to run hot and cold, he had done this before. Frequently. Often. The implications made her heart hammer in her chest and for once, it was Mammon who smirked.

She made a faint sound of surprise as he bent down enough to pick her up, arms under her thighs as he bore her against the wall. It made her just a bit taller than him, which was well enough to her as she ran her fingers through the back of his hair and tugged him into another kiss. Her legs secured around his waist, feeling keenly now where he was hard and tented against his pants, rubbing against her inner thigh with panted breaths between each kiss.

His lips trailed down her throat, pressing to the center of her breast and then against the soft swell. She tangled her hands in his hair as he sucked a pert nipple in his mouth, rolling his tongue against it over and over until she felt a shiver creep up her spine and shudder down to her core.

“Now, where should I go from here?” Mammon mumbled against her skin, giving the opposite breast the same attention until her legs trembled around his waist, struggling to keep herself up, “How about you tell me? What’s next…?”

Was he trying to entice her into giving him a command? He had give her nipple one last long lick before tilting his chin back to look up at her, blue eyes hazy but content, a dark flush deepening the color of his brown skin. No…Mammon was just— being Mammon. Eager to please and eager to keep touching her. And she was scarcely less eager to have him do just that.

“You have a bedroom…” she said, letting her hand come to rest against his cheek and stretching her thumb out to rub along his bottom lip. She hummed her approval when he opened his mouth and sucked the digit in. She withdrew her hand only to replace it with her lips, kissing him slower, more thoroughly, enticing the ember in his groin to flare up hotter until he was swiftly pulling her away from the wall and carrying her to the bed.

The red sheets were luxuriously soft against her bare back as Mammon bore her into the mattress. She relaxed her thighs slightly, but kept them pressed close to his hips all the same, stretching her arms above her head in a languid motion and arching her chest forward as Mammon kissed a trail from her jaw to the hollow of her hip.

Mammon found the hook and zipper of her skirt easily, undoing both before he slipped the fabric down and off, leaving her in nothing but her panties and knee highs. She rubbed her calf purposefully against his side, catching it on the hem of his jeans.

“Off.”

Mammon huffed, “Bossing The Mammon around? Fine… if you want me to so badly.”

“Yes.” She added, enjoying the way his blush had settled across his chest and neck. The sound of his belt buckle clicking sent a delicious pang of anticipation straight down to where she was already obscenely wet. She wondered if he could see it through her panties… most likely given how Mammon was taking the time to rake his gaze over ever inch of her, a strange expression passing over his face for a moment before he seemed to disregard whatever thought came into his head and work instead on getting his jeans and boxer-briefs off and out of the way.

He had absolutely nothing to be shy about.

She brought her hands to her hips, arching her bottom off the bed to pull down the dampened cotton, but Mammon’s hands stopped her. He took it upon himself to drag the fabric down over her thighs, admiring the curve of her legs and the way she wiggled impatiently as he finally slipped them off and over her ankles.

Mammon purposefully tossed them unto his jeans and she suddenly had a funny feeling that meant she wouldn’t be getting them back.

Mammon’s palms ran up along the length of her thighs, settling on her knees as he gently cupped his hands beneath them and slid her, smooth as silk over his sheets and towards him.

“…is this okay? Do… do you want this?”

With a faint smile, she canted her hips upwards, feeling the hot, iron-silk of his shaft against her core as she trapped him between his own stomach and her heat, rubbing against him with slow, intent motions.

Mammon made a sound like the air had been punched from him. She drew back just enough for him to use his thumb to press the tip of his head against her and then, gently she pushed forward again.

She went slowly. Enjoying the way her body stretched and fluttered around him, making space for him inside her. Mammon didn’t move, his eyes fixed, half lidded and dream like at where he was disappearing inside her. A tiny sound choked from his throat and his eyes fluttered shut when she seated him in fully, feeling a slight ache deep within her when his head pressed up against her cervex. She held there only for a moment before letting her hips draw back a ways, coaxing him with the tiniest roll of her hips.

Mammon moved then, shallow and deep and taking care not to press in too deep. The ridge of his head rubbed against a sweet spot every so often at this depth, making her clench involuntarily around him. His pelvis would press against her clit with each forward thrust, eliciting a content moan from her when he would hold there and grind against her.

Mammon cursed under his breath, leaning down into her waiting arms and capturing her lips in another kiss.

“It... it feels so fuckin’ good. You... “

His words cut off with a whimpered cry as she set her teeth deliberately into the long muscle of his neck, sucking there until his hips sputtered and his thrusts became faster for a moment. She gasped at the ache he had seared through her, worrying the skin with her tongue before placing kisses deep enough to bruise along his throat.

She dug her nails into his back and scratched down, the sound Mammon made as he arched against her touch deliciously obscene.

Mammon fisted his hand into the back of her hair, clinging for dear life as he slowed his moments and tried to even his breathing.

“…’most lost it…” he huffed after a moment, a sigh of relief turning into a groan as she bucked up beneath him.

“More,” She said, voice low and as dark as the pupils, blown-wide in her eyes, “Mammon, fuck me more.”

“And they call me a demon.” Mammon huffed, but he had begun to move again, the steady pull of his shaft along her walls making her tremble beneath him. Mammon smirked at that, easing his hand down between them and trailing his fingers over himself and her, touching where they were joined and bringing some of that wetness to swirl in leisurely circles around her bud.

His hand moved away, a protest in the back of her throat as he set his hands upon her hips and held her tightly, folding her upwards and keeping her firmly there.

He thrusted down sharply, the movement jolting through her and nearly slipping her away from him on the smoothness of the bed. She braced a hand back behind herself, gripping the sheets to try and keep still as he did it again.

She cried out then, startled at first until the sound melted into a whimper, mixing with the slap of his hips into hers once more as he kept up the unforgiving and unbearably deliberate pace.

Mammon’s breaths were coming as quick as gasps as gradually he quickened, the bruising impact of his hips mixing into the sweet bursts of pleasure each connection sent against her clit. So deeply seated in her, she could feel his head once again rubbing at the tender spot at the topmost part of her inner walls, barely able to contain her instinctive need to bare down on his shaft and hold him fast and tight.

His thrusts were growing shorter, faster, less forceful but no less intense as a prickling feeling began to grow in her core and spread out in tiny bursts, each stronger than the last until finally she felt them reach their utmost peak. The contractions of her orgasm were as tight as a fist and she could hear and see when she came as much as she felt it by Mammon’s reaction alone. His lips had fallen open, astounded with pleasure as he rode out each spasm, a ragged cry breaking from his throat. She felt his cock jump inside her, pulsing fiercely as he fell forward and buried his face into her neck, hands sliding up to hold her tightly to his chest as he shuddered and fell apart in her arms.

The come down was no less pleasant, her body still clutching at him, but in less frequent, softer bursts. She took the time to catch her breath, but found Mammon had not made to move, keeping her in a vice grip as he rubbed his lips back and forth against her neck.

He was trembling.

Affection burst through her chest, warming her like sunbeams through soft clouds as she did her best to soothe him. She ran her hands up and down his back, turning her cheek against his soft white hair.

“That was so good,” She whispered, “I missed you so much… you mean so much.”

The weight of him was pleasant, warming her down to her very heart. Mammon shifted a bit, leaning unto his side as he propped up on his arm to look down at her.

He looked so… vulnerable. Brittle. Like she had the power in that moment to utterly shatter him. She lifted up a hand to touch his cheek and he leaned into the touch, eyes closing.

“I love you.”

Mammon didn’t open his eyes, brow furrowing tightly. She was not having that.

“Look at me.”

He did.

“Mammon, I love you too. And I missed you and I want you all the time too and—“

“You’re killin’ me.” Mammon said making her freeze—but in the next breath he leaned down and caught her lips in a kiss filled with desperation and sheer adoration.

“I’m tryin’ to work up the courage to tell ya I love you so much right now I feel like my heart is gonna goddamn bust and you go and say all these… these nice things.”

“Not the only thing that busted.” She said, waggling an eyebrow until Mammon groaned.

“You deserve to be told nice things, Mammon. And often.”

He mumbled a non-reply, shyly enclosing her hand with his own and pressing a kiss to her palm.

“Might… take awhile. For me to get used to it.”

“That’s okay,” She said quietly, curling closer against him, “We have plenty of time now, yeah?”

That got a smile, pressed gently to her knuckles before Mammon released her hand to wrap his arms around her.

“All for myself?” He said, his touch becoming more certain— possessive.

“All yours,” she leaned forward to press a kiss to his nose, making Mammon pout and narrow his eyes briefly.

“Oh! You still need me to give you an order!”

“Um… about that. You already kinda did?” Mammon trailed off, fingers tangling in her hair gently.

“Wha— hey I was really careful! When did I give an order?!”

Mammon licked his bottom lip, a sly grin spreading over his features as he held to the back of her neck and whispered lowly, “‘Mammon, fuck me more.’”

There was a beat of silence as she blinked at him, cheeks growing rosy before she smiled in turn.

“Well?”

“Well what, human?”

The soft smile turned into a grin that Mammon, confident in her feelings, returned.

It was going to be a late night.

#obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x mc #obey me mammon x f!mc #obey me fanfiction #obey me fanfic #obey me lemon #a total side note #but it was actually her order of 'off' that made the compulsion break #so the aphro was gone before #ya know #( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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6sakusa · 3 years

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‘worth more’ part 3, oikawa tōru.

a/n: im dedicating this part to @humanitysvertigo for motivating me to write & inspiring this piece with your song suggestion ‘like you do’

warnings: implications of toxic relationship, mild swearing, anGST, me not proof reading.

“you’re an idiot.” iwaizumi grabbed the setter by the collar in a brash attempt to knock some sense into him. more often than not he’d been constantly named as too aggressive for his own good but the ace knew exactly what oikawa needed in order to be brought to attention and there was no way in hell that he was about to let him get away with this.

“i’m not in the mood for this right now.” oikawa scoffed shoving off his bestfriend as he picked up another ball from the pantry preparing himself for another serve.

“i don’t care what you’re in the mood for, this isn’t good for you, how many times have i told you to cut this shit out.” iwaizumi launched towards the male, he was now raising his voice as he made reach for the ball. it was insane how much he would get riled up when it came to oikawa’s safety even though he hated to admit it.

“why are you like this.. you’re all like this, why are you trying to stop me? i need to get better, i need to do better, i need to—“ his words were cut off by a swiff headbutt from iwaizumi causing him to go crashing towards the ground.

“don’t you ever get tired of saying selfish shit.” it was obvious that anger was building up within the ace, but if you didn’t know him well enough you would miss how it was interlaced with pain and sadness. the sight of his bestfriend hurting himself took a toll on him too regardless of if he showed it or not and he couldn’t bare the sight of oikawa mistreating both you and himself. growing up together iwa found himself as the boys sole protector, as if he was his responsibility and now as the days grew longer it seemed as if the burden was almost getting to heavy to carry. the last thing he wanted was to have to walk away from the friendship because it was becoming too stressful and draining, no, because part of iwaizumi was oikawa and he couldn’t imagine his life without the selfish boy.

“don’t you wanna win? why do you play iwa? are you content with the participation awards? because i’m not.” the setter grit his teeth as he reflected back on his recent loss. the way the ball had hit the ground just a hair out of his reach, the way the score was so close and the taste of victory was almost on his tongue, the fact that it was their last try at going to nationals, the way it was his own kouhai who had beat him, the way he had disappointed iwaizumi above all. he had to make up for it, he had to make up for all of it.

“i play because it’s fun.” the ace shouted shoving him further into the ground. “i play because.. i like it, i like volleyball, and i like playing with you and the rest of the team, it’s made me who i am today.” his voice softened and he finally let go of his bestfriends collar, inhaling a deep breath as oikawa watched with wide eyes. “what does volleyball mean to you now? do you just want to be the best at what you do for something you don’t even find fun? look around, think about all the people you’re hurting.” he referred back to you.

“i’m doing this for you guys as much as i’m doing it for me—“

“no you’re not, we’re in our third year now, it’s done oikawa, it’s over.. there is no next game, there is no next tournament, there is no next time, and that’s okay because these past three years have been the best of my life, there’s nothing else i could have asked for, you’re the best partner anyone could ever want, my bestfriend and the best setter.” iwaizumi sighed collapsing backwards, hitting his own head as the words just kept tumbling out.

“really?” there was a newfound light in oikawas eyes, one that the ace much preferred in comparison to his gloomy figure that would always pop out when he was being much too harsh on himself.

“yes really, you are the best setter—“

“no.” oikawa cut him off unexpectedly. “really? i’m your bestfriend?”

“are you shitting me? you’re an idiot, who else would it be? we’ve been friends since we were kids.. stupid crappykawa.” he mumbled off at the end noting how sappy the setter had turned him.

“you have a way with words iwa-chan, or maybe you’ve just gone soft on me hm?” he joked around lifting the tense atmosphere off the two of them.

“and now you’re all smiling and shit? you were just depressed two minutes ago” iwaizumi clicked his tongue at the sight of his friend, he wondered how he was always able to switch his mood up so easily. sometimes he was envious of his ability to do so, he wanted nothing more than to turn off the nagging voice at the back of his head sometimes that would tell him—

“what can i say? i’m suddenly feeling inspired.” he looked up to the ceiling as if he was in some soft of romcom and iwaizumi scoffed at the sight of it. sometimes he wondered how he’d ended up with a bestfriend who was so cheesy.

“well good because aoba johsai isn’t the whole world, there’s a volleyball career waiting for you anywhere on this planet, but nothing everything is replaceable like that.” iwa successfully recaptured the setters attention with his last words.

“what do you mean?”

“y/n... she’s not replaceable but you treated her like shit today didn’t you? i saw her sitting out in the rain so don’t even try to deny it.” he gritted his teeth at the thought of it, the way your fingertips were icy cold, your warm tears juxstaposing the freezing rain, your clothes absolutely drenched and your catatonic state of pure silence as he walked you home. there was only one person who could be the cause of such pain, and he was standing in front of him now.

“the rain?” oikawa jumped to alert now, he knew he wasn’t in his right mind when he had spoke to you, all that was going through his head is that he was a burden that you needed to rid yourself from, but that didn’t mean he didn’t love you or didn’t care about you or could live without you.

“what did you say to her?”

“i said i didn’t need her..” his heart clenched as he recalled the events, how could he be so foolish? and then to let you sit out there while he was ignorant to the entire situation as he stood there selfishly serving the ball over and over again.. “i scared her.” he swore he was on the verge of tears as he forced out those words, nothing hurt more then seeing your eyes wash over from love to fear in the matter of seconds as he towered over you. and for what? all you were doing was trying to help.

“well why are you still standing asshole? go to her, i’ll clean your mess up.” the ace sighed staring at the vast amount of balls sprawled over the court.

“no i can clean it up, don’t wo—“

“shut up, go.” he was interrupted by iwaizumi who had his best interests in mind as he always did.

“i owe you one.”

“you always do.”

—

finally changing out of your drenched clothes you could barely bring yourself to move, you’d already turned down food and avoided questions when your parents had ask why you were practically dripping onto the floor. it was too much to even speak, it felt like a part of you was gone, someone you had planned your entire future with just didnt need you anymore in the blink of an eye. you were even reconsidering your university options just to be closer to oikawa and now he had tossed you away like a tired ragdoll. you had been warned about oikawa before, plenty of people named him a playboy, even his own bestfriend had warned you to stay away but something had left you so drawn to the male that it was unexplainable. it was a feeling that only those who had experienced it would know, it was true love, if soulmates existed you were sure he was yours and never in your life had the thought of even breaking up crossed your mind.

the two of you had gotten into heated arguments before and many times it would end with you in tears or him storming out but he always came back. why hasn’t he come back? was it truly over? were you just not enough for him? you knew how important volleyball was and you always supported him but you hated seeing him overwork himself. did that make you a bad person? maybe you were, maybe he was right and you weren’t being the supportive girlfriend you were meant to be, it was your fault, you should be better right?

“y/n?” your thoughts were interrupted by a sickeningly familar voice and you turned to see the very boy that you were just thinking about. there was no doubt now that fate existed, otherwise why did things always end up like this?

“what are you doing here?” you narrowed your eyes at the setter, scrambling to wipe the tears off your face. you hated looking weak more than anything but you couldn’t help the dent that the entire situation had left in your heart.

“iwa-chan told me what happened and your parents let me in, were you crying?” he moved closer towards you, watching as you tried your best to stifle your tears as if nothing happened. you knew it was a pathetic attempt, you really did, but you couldn’t help how badly you wanted to be strong. you flinched backwards, causing him to halt his movement as he was making his way to cup your cheek.

the sadness that washed over his eyes in that moment was almost unbearable for you to witness. of course it would pain him that you would flinch away from his hands like that, it looked as if you were afraid.

“w-what? why are you flinching? i would never hit you, i love you.” you hated the way you knew exactly when he was telling the truth and when he was lying, and right now tōru oikawa was being the most genuine that he had in a long time. one part of you wanted to pull away so badly, to tell him that he treated you like absolute shit, that he didn’t deserve you and to scream and shout at him to get out. but the other part of you, the stronger part, wanted nothing more than to revel in his embrace, for him to whisper sweet nothings in your ear and promise how he was going to marry you one day while he played with your ring finger reminding you over and over again how much he loved you, because no one loved you like he did.

“please.. say something y/n.” he clenched his jaw as you stared at him with empty eyes, he couldn’t bare the thought of knowing that he was the one who had done this. it was always him who had caused you pain and suffering and now he was wondering if he had made the right choice by coming here.. if he hadn’t you would get over him one day wouldn’t you? you’d probably find someone who loved you without the grief that he always provided, someone who made you happy without requirement, someone who could give you a life that he couldn’t. what he didn’t know was how much you wanted to tell him how no one else mattered to you and how you had felt this way since the moment you’d met him but your mouth wouldn’t say the words you wanted them to so badly.

“why.. why do you always do this to me.” your voice cracked and you couldn’t hold it in any longer, your eyes glossed over before tears spilt out uncontrollably. you moved to clutch your own body, burying your head in your knees as you cried your heart out to your boyfriend who immediately moved to embarace you. what shocked him is how cold you were to the touch, you were sure to get sick tonight so he would stay by your side the entire time if he had to.

“i don’t know.. all i know is how sorry i am.” he pulled you closer so that you were not facing his chest as he brushed the hair out of your face and rubbed your back soothingly. “i cant explain it y/n-chan, i mess up really badly sometimes and i don’t know why, all i know is that life isn’t the same without you in it, since i met you everything just seems brighter, like it’s all worth it.. no matter what i say to you i will always love you.”

you cried harder as you came to the realisation of how weak you were for him.

“you’re the only person i can’t bear to lose y/n-chan, you’re the most selfless person i know, please don’t ever walk out of my life, i’ll do better i promise.” a tear rolled down his own eye as he imagined how empty things would feel without you, he wondered where he would get the willpower to wake up everyday.

“you promise?” you looked up at him with tear stained eyes through those beautiful eyelashes of yours, and how could he not love you when you still looked so pretty even when you were crying over him.

“i promise.” he hugged you a little tighter, wanting to memorise this moment for everything that it is.

“then i’ll stay by your side forever tōru.” you smiled softly at the thought of the rest of your life with the boy you always intended to spend it with.

“and i’ll marry you one day y/n-chan.” that day you fell asleep in your boyfriends arms as he stroked your hair and coddled you with promises that you’d remember for decades.

what the two of you didn’t know was how iwaizumi sat in the gym, motionless with a pained expression on his face and a slow tear rolling down his cheek as he led the boy he’d loved since childhood right back into your arms as he always had. he even stayed cleaning up for the rest of the night before practicing how he would face the two of you in school the next day with a smile on his face. as long as his bestfriend was happy he told himself.

because oikawa was wrong about one thing, there was someone more selfless than you.

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blookmallow · 3 years

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Can you do a rating on child animatronics like you did with the clowns

i sure can

welcome to animatronic nightmare preschool

theres a trend ive discussed about spirit before where all their female animatronics tend to be either the “old hag” type, or “creepy little girl” - and now that im thinking about it i actually couldn’t think of any boy characters ive ever seen. i dont know why this is exactly. theres something to analyze there but im not really sure what it is. i found a few but almost ALL of them are little girls. i dont know what to say about this but i did notice it

there IS a boy in this group though:

ring around the rosie

enter the ritual

just some nice kids having a fun time. it may be cliché at this point but i love the “spooky nursery rhyme” trope anyway (and y’know, ring around the rosie was already creepy to begin with. im not sure if the theory that it’s really about the black plague is actually true but its still highly questionable to include the line “ashes, ashes, we all fall down” in a childrens rhyme with no explanation either way)

for some reason the fact that none of them have hands and its just their sleeves tied together is really funny to me and i dont know why. they also dont have feet and im not sure if its a technical limitation for convenience purposes or if they’re supposed to be little ghost children but it definitely comes across like they’re little ghost children who tied their sleeves together to try to feel like they’re holding hands which is very cute. 10/10 big fan of this one

i already mentioned harriet hustle in this post, shes fantastic

angeline

i LOVE this one shes SO cute

i dont really understand how she's supposed to be scary, the description is like "she'll scare the lights out of your guests" or w/e but like, she's just. a kid who can see ghosts. she herself isn't even a ghost. i like her id adopt her i think she'd be a fun addition to a graveyard scene 10/10

abandoned annie

ok technically this one is a doll but im counting her anyway, shes one of my FAVORITE spirit animatronics bc A) i love creepy dolls B) shes cute and most importantly C) her entire fucking face unhinges i need y’all to watch the video on this one its so good 12/10 ive said this before but animatronics that do something completely fucking unexpected are my absolute favorite

broken girl

completely batshit. horrifying. shes actually initially standing upright and then snaps backward and screams and the image does not do it justice i highly recommend the video for this one. not much there as a Character but as “really effective way to scare the shit out of someone” its, i would imagine, incredibly effective. 9/10

there’s also menacing molly who looks similar and has the same kind of “facing away from you but then snaps backward” scare but is on a swing and sings “I see dead people, I see ghosts 💖i see the things that hate you the most” before she does her jumpscare which is incredibly funny to me

double trouble

creepy little girl trope meets creepy twins trope, at first glance i thought this was just like, discount grady twins (which it looks like they also have, in blatant knockoff form. they’re uh, not good) but it looks like their description backstory is that they killed their mother and disappeared with their rumored-insane father so its slightly different. one of their phrases is “daddy says we have to play outside :( he doesnt want any more blood on the floor” and i love it

they have a pretty good sense of personality and character to them even if its not necessarily groundbreaking. 7/10

ellie hatchet

i love this one bc so many of the creepy little girl animatronics are just pretty much standing there being creepy but not ellie. she’s fucking DONE with all of you. you come near her she will swing an axe at your face. 6/10 not really a big stand out but i appreciate her undying rage

lunging lily

shes spooky. she jumps out at you. thats about it. i dont really have anything to say about this one. that sure is a creepy little girl that jumpscares you. i like that she goes “help me... help me...” before she jumps out but i feel like it would be hard to get the timing right for that to actually work as a lure to make guests curious where the sound’s coming from since most of these are motion activated. anyway 6/10 shes just not very interesting

johnny punk

one of the rare boy characters, i have actually seen him in store and just completely forgot about him because he was that uninteresting. he doesn’t really do much and his backstory on site is just like, “He's got a nice house, loving parents and a severe attitude problem.”

like this isn’t an undead child back for revenge against those who wronged him or a crazed circus runaway or anything. he’s just a bratty kid. hes like a 13 year old who just saw Joker and has decided to make it his entire personality. this comes across less as a threatening figure and more just like some shitty kid who thinks he’s cool. i glanced at the comments on the wiki page and it turns out absolutely everyone hates him which is completely hilarious to me

2/10 nobody likes you johnny go do your homework and apologize to your mother

i also found limb eating zombie boy, who is considerably better

gross. bloody. would probably be pretty effective if you had him like, placed among some boxes or something so people dont see him at first and aren’t expecting him there. pretty standard zombie. i dont have much to say. He’s Fine. 6/10

mommy’s favorite

ive seen this one in the stores several times, I think we have her there now, and i just don’t. get it? she just moves back and forth with the “shhh” gesture and it’s like, ok, she’s vaguely creepy, but what’s going on here. she just says “don’t wake my mommy! she’s been sleeping for a long time!” so i guess the implication is that her mother is dead and she doesn’t understand, which is just sad rather than scary. the description says she makes mommy’s tea just how she likes it with five drops from the special skull bottle, which could imply she killed her mom, which would make more sense as a horror character, but if that’s How Mommy Likes It that implies the mother instructed her daughter to unknowingly poison her, which is horrifying but in a way darker sense than a spooky halloween prop lmfao

anyway if i have to go digging into descriptions to try to figure out what this character is or what shes supposed to be or anything i just dont feel like its a very effective character design. and i did read it and i still dont really get it. 2/10 i just feel like im missing something here

anyway there’s a bunch more variations of “scary possessed child” that are all basically the same, so im just gonna close this out with:

swinging skeletal boy

allo there, guvna

look at this dapper little victorian child im gonna cry he’s so cute

he just swings but has this surprisingly endearing soft little voice which COMPLETELY contrasts the weird shit he actually says. hes this precious little skeleton kid with a sweet little voice who goes “your skin is so nice :) can i have it? haha. that’s okay. I’ll take it when you’re sleeping”

absolutely love animatronics with that “wait WHAT did that thing just say” factor to them i love this guy 11/10 good boy my new son

i would also like to mention that people are also continuing to dunk on johnny punk in this guy’s comment section too fsadkflj people hate that shitty joker kid so much their hatred has bled into other completely unrelated swinging children

#spirit halloween #spirit animatronics #halloween #halloween animatronics #pinned

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ransomedrogue · 3 years

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Tales of Woe - Scenes from S1

kiss time! yesssss. well, except everything goes downhill from there

anyhow, this week’s scenes - aftermath of an eventful evening...

1.10

Weller ushered his nephew up to his apartment, his physical body now inside the building but his mind still stuck out on the stoop. Images and emotions swirled together, with most of his consciousness locked on the memory of kissing Jane, while the rest of his brain did its best to fend off Sawyer's seemingly endless questions about what he'd seen.

"Why were you kissing her?"

"Isn't kissing kind of gross?"

"Was that your friend from when you and mom were kids?"

"Is she your girlfriend?"

Shit. He had to get that under control before they got back to the apartment and Sawyer outed him to Sarah.

But it was nearly impossible to get his thoughts in any sort of order at the moment, and Weller didn't want to outright lie to his nephew. Yet he also didn't want to face Sarah's scrutiny when he hadn't even had time to process what had just happened.

"Um, yeah, that was uh… Taylor. But she's not my girlfriend. So that was kind of a surprise," Weller finally replied, doing his best to focus his attention on the present.

"Oh. So she wants to be your girlfriend," Sawyer concluded.

His nephew was only nine but he'd pretty much nailed the question in the centre of Kurt's mind.

"Er. I don't know. We're going to have to talk about that," he said.

"You think we could not tell your mom about this until I figure that out?"

Sawyer gave him a blank look and for a moment Weller thought he was going to have to bribe the kid to keep him quiet. But then his nephew nodded sagely, and made a confession of his own.

"A girl in my class kissed me last year. I didn't tell mom either."

"She would have made a big deal about it."

Kurt grinned and ruffled Sawyer's hair. He figured that was a fairly normal thing for a boy that age to keep secret from his mom. And it certainly helped him out in the whole scheme of things.

"Yeah. That's kind of what I was thinking," Weller replied, with a breath of relief.

They entered the apartment and, true to his word, Sawyer ran off back to his favourite game without any mention of what he'd seen. Sarah was in the kitchen prepping things for dinner and barely looked up when they came in so Kurt started putting groceries away, hoping to hide the fact that he was in complete turmoil.

Weller was halfway through unloading the bag when he jolted, realizing suddenly that he'd just let Jane go off without her detail after giving her shit for sneaking out. For a full minute he stood there staring at a can of beans, stuck between running after her futilely and calling her right then, even though she most likely hadn't brought her phone on her illicit mission.

"Kurt?"

Shit. Busted.

He had no idea what Sarah had just asked him so Weller looked up blankly, trying to push the sudden panic out of his throat. His instinct was to sprint out the door and drive all her possible routes home but he had enough sense to resist immediately giving into his anxious impulses. Though mostly because he'd have to explain his behaviour to his sister, which could then easily lead to Sawyer spilling his secret.

"I asked if you wanted white rice or brown rice?"

"Oh. Brown please."

Weller finally put the can of beans down and tried to shake himself out of the moment. He forced back his emotions by repeatedly telling himself that Jane could take care of herself. Anyone that tried to attack her would regret their decision immediately. Also, he was already too late to catch up with her, so it would likely be a wild Jane chase that would require ditching dinner and lying about everything.

It took a lot of effort to turn his attention to cooking, but with Sarah insisting on helping him, Weller did his best to not let his mind drift. Yet still he constantly found himself lost in the memory of Jane's mouth coming up to meet his; how it felt, finally kissing her after desiring it for so long.

A huge part of him wanted to drive over to her safe house after dinner and experience that feeling again. Despite where that was likely to lead, including all the complications it would create. It had felt so right with Jane, more so than it ever had with anyone else. Which really wasn't surprising considering the way they'd fit together perfectly, right from the start.

Dinner was a complete blur but thankfully Sarah was questioning Sawyer about a school presentation due the next day so Kurt got away with fixating on what had happened and what he should do next. Jane had said she'd see him tomorrow and that was definitely the wisest course of action. Yet he absolutely could not stop thinking about her and waiting until the next day to see her again seemed torturous.

"Kurt?"

Dammit. Caught again.

He looked up blankly at Sarah, who was giving him a suspicious look. Sawyer, on the other hand, was grinning at him slyly.

"Sorry, I've been thinking about a case," he said, figuring it wasn't entirely a lie.

His sister was still eyeing him strangely but in the end she just shook her head at his inattention.

"Must be some case," she commented.

He couldn't quite tell if she suspected what was going on in his head but forced himself to swallow his instant defensiveness. He didn't need to give Sarah any more indication of where his mind had been during the meal.

"Yeah, sorry," Kurt repeated. "My head's not here right now. Why don't you guys go work on that project and I'll clean up dinner."

Again, Sarah flashed him a funny look but was, thankfully, more concerned about helping Sawyer practice his presentation than quizzing Kurt on his odd behaviour. He breathed a sigh of relief when they headed off and left him to deal with the dishes.

As soon as he was alone, Weller pulled out his phone and stared at it for a moment. He knew he should call first, before making any rash moves. Yet he didn't feel ready to address what had happened between them. Telling her the truth about his feelings seemed risky to the extreme. Even though she'd been the one on his doorstep initiating the kiss, it still didn't seem prudent to tell her that she had completely blown his mind.

He finally dialled her number, his heart pounding in his ears. And when the call went through to her voicemail, Weller felt more deflated than he should have been.

He'd really wanted to talk to her – partly to make sure she'd gotten home okay but mostly just to hear her voice. It was hard not to think that she was avoiding his call and didn't want to talk to him. Which was stupidly crushing despite everything that had happened between them that night.

Weller hung up after leaving a message and stared blankly out the window. Resisting the urge to dial again, he put the phone down and clenched his hands into fists. Going over to her safe house now would certainly get her detail gossiping about his late night visit.

Forcing back both his worry and his desire, Kurt decided the best course of action was to pour himself a drink. Sitting down at the couch, he sipped at his whiskey and tried to drown out all of his impulses.

He shouldn't drive over there, no matter how much he wanted to see her. So Weller forced himself to stay planted on his sofa, trying not to stare at his phone. Instead, he slugged back the rest of his shot and let his mind drift back to where it had been all night. At the memory of Jane's body, tight against his, and the taste of her mouth on his lips.

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Jane crawled in the window of the safe house and immediately collapsed to the ground, shaking.

It was as if all the physical and mental shock hit her at once, as soon as she made it back inside. Her lungs still burned with the pain of aspirated water and she was unnaturally cold even though she'd run most of the way back and was finally almost dry.

Shivering on the floor, Jane curled up into herself like she had the first night of her new existence. It seemed absurd that she now wanted to return to that state of innocence, without a single memory or revelation about her past. After all that time and so much effort, it had turned out to be better not knowing anything at all.

Who the hell had she been?

What kind of person would voluntarily choose to do this to herself?

While it was still possible that her former self had been forced to make that video and that none of it was true, Jane had an ominous sense that it was. Oscar's tattoo had gone a long way in making her believe his story and the video he'd shown her. They'd been engaged, presumably in love. She remembered feeling regretful when returning the ring, knowing that he would be upset with her decision.

Jane groaned, desperately wanting to believe that it was all a ruse. She'd already had so many doubts about her past, even before that night's mindblowing revelation. Now she hated the mere thought of who she had been. Especially as all the implications kept flooding through her.

She had done this, planned this all. Purposely involved Kurt in it for some reason, probably a nefarious one. Oscar had been short on details, yet had implied that her team was involved in something illegal. But the idea that Weller was anything but an honest FBI agent seemed completely insane.

God. Had it really only been hours since she'd kissed him?

It felt like a lifetime had passed, especially the time spent being waterboarded by Tom Carter. Jane shuddered again just at the memory of it; the terror of being unable to breathe, feeling like she was drowning. She noted again that she felt frozen despite finally being dry. Knowing that she needed to get warm, Jane tried to push her way off the floor. But it was as if all the trauma of being physically tortured then emotionally devastated had finally caught up to her and she was stuck in her position.

Images of the night kept flashing through her mind, like a frantic slideshow whirling out of control. Sitting on his doorstep, nervous but determined. Walking away from his place, lost in the memory of her lips against his. Being grabbed and thrown in a van before she even had a chance to react. Then the bag and the water and the drill. The gunshots. Oscar and the video.

Jane felt herself starting to hyperventilate as the cycle of images wouldn't stop; always culminating with that picture of herself, telling her that this was all her idea. Even the thought of betraying her team and being a mole was devastating. She owed them so much and trusted them completely. Especially Weller.

Weller.

A part of her still wanted to see him, even though the idea of telling him what had happened was unthinkable. Because, more than anything, Jane needed comfort at that moment and he was her only source for it. The thought of his warmth wrapped around her shaking body was almost inviting enough to push away the horror of the other thought, the one that had been plaguing her ever since she'd seen that video.

What if Weller found out that she was a terrible person, who'd plotted her way into his life? He would obviously despise her, even if she really was Taylor.

Jane moaned again, desperately wishing that it had all been a dream. There had certainly been an unreal quality to her night, yet her misery and self-hatred were entirely too real.

She was about to spin back into the same cycle of remorse and despair when a familiar noise finally broke through her consciousness. It was her cell phone, which she'd left at the safe house so her movements wouldn't be traceable.

A part of her registered that it was the middle of the night by now, so any call would likely be important. Yet still it seemed impossible to get up and answer the phone.

Eventually Jane waited long enough and the ringing stopped, but now that question was occupying a piece of her mind as well. Who was calling her so late? A part of her worried that it was Oscar, or someone else involved in the conspiracy she was tied to.

Trying to get her limbs back under control, Jane growled at her own weakness. The events of the evening had finally caught up to her, especially the stress her body had been put under. But she didn't have time to cry about it, or tremor alone on the floor. Especially if her phone was ringing at that hour.

As if in a trance, Jane found herself pushing herself onto her elbows first then onto her knees. After that, she somehow managed to get to her feet and stumbled towards the phone, feeling as if she wasn't inhabiting her own body. Everything seemed so unreal still; her entire world had collapsed to reveal something she'd never expected.

Jane finally got to her cell and saw that she had missed a number of calls from Weller. Just seeing his name on the screen made her heart clench with dismay. She couldn't talk to him; he would immediately know that something was wrong.

As she listened to her voicemails, Jane's roiling mind went into overdrive, trying to come up with a solution. If she didn't answer at all Weller was liable to show up at her door, despite the time - he certainly sounded concerned enough. Which would then lead to all sorts of complications she couldn't face at the moment.

It seemed to take forever before the obvious answer finally made its way through her anxiety. She could send him a text to let him know she was safe and put off talking to him until she'd had more time to recover.

Somehow Jane forced her fingers to operate the phone and managed to cobble together an excuse for not answering for so long. Even though she was still shaking, unable to get warm despite being dry and safe.

Sorry, out thinking, no phone. Home now. Talk to you tomorrow.

Goodnight. See you in the morning, Weller replied immediately.

Jane pictured him at home, up late worrying about her. The image, along with the text would normally have made her feel warm, though a little guilty too. Now, she could only think what he would say if he knew who she really was.

He'd hate me, she thought once more.

As much as I hate myself.

Goodnight, Jane texted back, even though it was clear she wasn't going to be doing any sleeping. She could only hope that Weller would be able to get some rest, after keeping him up so late. As for herself, she had hours left to spend ruminating on what had happened and what she was going to do.

The images still wouldn't stop pouring through her mind, forcing her to relive her terror at being repeatedly drowned, then threatened with a drill, then shown that video. And yet there was that other memory too, that brought on a different sort of panic. Reaching up towards Kurt; seeking comfort in the warm sensation of his lips on her mouth, the feeling of his body right up against hers.

She wanted that, wanted him. But not if it was part of a plot. And definitely not if he was going to get hurt.

Jane realized that tears had started to slip down her cheeks and she didn't have the energy to push them back. Soon they were pouring out and and she didn't bother to try controlling them or even wiping them away. Curling up on the couch, Jane just kept sobbing until her lungs ached and daylight was peering through the blinds.

Opening her eyes and groaning at the light, Jane peeled herself off the sofa and stood in a burning hot shower, trying to wash the dirty feeling from her skin. Yet she didn't feel any more cleansed when she emerged from the water, nor had it lifted any of the heaviness in her soul.

Whatever had happened to her, it was obviously all her own fault. Now all she could do was protect everyone from the fallout of what she'd done. No matter what it took, she wasn't going to let any of them get hurt.

Whoever she'd been before the memory wipe, that wasn't who she was anymore. And this version of her wasn't going to let anyone hurt the people that she loved. Not even herself.

#blindspot #blindspot fanfic #blindspot rewatch #s1fic #i wrote this

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perseusjackson-jasongrace · 3 years

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Empires on the Horizon XVII

Jason is a CEO: Part XVII

masterlist; my links

we are not big grand gestures,

we are little moments

—strung together

on a polaroid wall—

instances that freeze

in time;

timeless anyway

—badpoetry

[image has alt text]

Helping his friends had never been a difficult choice. Even now, three days into what was supposed to be a relaxing holiday, he didn’t feel anything but the overwhelming urge to “sort it out”. Despite the fact that he hadn’t taken more than a day to himself in three years; despite the fact that he was halfway across the world from his home and the people he loved; despite the fact that it was his ex girlfriend who asked for help; despite, despite, despite, that he had woken up this morning with a man who looked like a god and smelt like cool forests and laughed like he was born with an instrument in his throat, wrapped around him. They were all arms and legs and skin. So much glorious, glowing skin. Brown, golden, freckled, smooth, soft, calloused.

And still all Jason Grace could think was, “I need to help her.”

“Percy,” He whispered, “Angel.” How could he disturb such a creature of peace. It seemed almost immoral.

Long black lashes blinked and fluttered, before blurry green eyes trailed the room lazily landing on him. “Well, if it isn’t a good morning indeed.” His gaze travelled the length of their bodies, drinking in the entanglement of their limbs. That voice was made from rolling hills and crunching gravel.

He couldn’t help the smile that fell to his lips as he watched his friend stare at their bodies. “Pretty isn’t it?”

“Ethereal.”

“I have to get up.”

The pout that greeted him almost crumpled his willpower. “Do you have to?” Green eyes were wide. They looked like emeralds under a microscope. Detailed in their pleading. “I can actually stay in bed today. We can have breakfast together, right here.” A brown hand patted the sheets, right near his own fingers. He felt the heat of their skin but nothing touched him.

“I have to help Zoe.” He wanted to snuggle under the duvet and bury his face in the crook of Percy’s neck. “She needs me.”

“What if I need you?” There was no judgement on that beautiful face, just curiosity and mild concern.

“Do you?” He breathed. His lungs were folding in on themselves.

There were several beats of quiet, filled only by their gentle breathing, and the thundering of his heart.

“No.”

Jason cracked in half. He became the canyon in the desert. He became the earthquake in the house. He became the bridge with no rope. He snapped a million times.

“Oh.” The answer was small, and broken.

“I will love you though.”

The world exploded. Jason saw stars become blackholes. Jason became a new universe entirely.

They looked at each other and suddenly he saw the thousands of lives they had lived. He saw the thousand more they would still live. Most especially he saw the one they were living right then, and it was the most beautiful of all.

“Shall we order breakfast?” It was the only thing he could choke out. He would send Reyna’s number to Zoe. They could sort it out. He was here. He wanted to sort himself out.

The beam that graced his friend’s face was worth every screaming thought in his mind that riddled him with guilt.

They both got up to freshen up before diving back into bed, shoulders brushing as they scrolled through their phones and let the sound of a peaceful morning wash over them.

He had thought it would be at least a little weird to be sleeping next to a man he only knew for a year but it felt like some part of him had been comfortable with Percy since the day they were born. Everything was easy: from the way they sat, fitting besides each other, gravitating towards each other; to the things they talked about; every silent question had an answer, every story had shared feelings. Jason knew he wouldn’t fall in love; he would stroll towards it, confident, assured, and excited for the moments to come. He would not look back, not even once.

Breakfast came in a flurry of silver trays and mouth watering smells. They pounced on it as soon as the door shut. Croissants, and pastries, and fruit, and yoghurts. It was a feast that could carry them through the next week. He should have known Percy would order the entire menu.

“Strawberry my good sir?” A brown hand waved near his face, offering him the bright red fruit.

Jason opened his mouth, closing his teeth around the berry which burst with sweetness in his mouth. He couldn’t stop the hum of appreciation that vibrated his throat. The sparkle in those green eyes made him wonder if he should keep making those sounds.

“Are you back at the labs today?” He asked around a croissant, distracting his unsavoury thoughts.

“For a little, and then i have an onsite meeting with the coastal guards and lighthouse keepers.”

“Oh are they a big part of your job?”

He hummed “They know the area and the patterns of the sea better than anyone.”

There was a light in his eyes that made Jason wonder if he ever looked as full of joy when he was talking about his own work. His friend pulled him out of his thoughts with another fruit offering, mango this time.

“I don’t want to talk about work,” He frowned contemplatively. It was rather unfair that even with a crease between his brow, and his mouth quirked Percy still seemed to look like a model, or a god, or something from a Studio Ghibli piece. “Tell me your happiest memory from the last year.”

He leaned back against the headboard, closing his eyes as he lost himself to the time reel of the year. It felt both a thousand lifetimes ago and one second from now. “I can’t choose just one.” His eyes are glittering with life past. He refuses to let memories fall down his cheeks.

“Choose three, choose five, tell me everything if you want.” Percy’s voice was a rope over the mountain. He was reaching for it even as he fell.

“The dinner we shared at the university.” He starts. One hand caught the rope.

“The day we met huh?”

“The morning Zoe pitched up at my house and made me late for work.” The ground was so close, and he was still falling.

Percy laughed at the implications hidden in his answer.

“When we danced at the club, I’ve never felt so alive in my life.”

He heard the soft intake from his friend, surprise and… something else coating their thoughts.

The rope was strong under his fingers and he was pulling himself up with ease. When he opened his eyes again, it was to find green ones staring directly at him.

“Do you ever wonder what could have happened if time had slowed down even a fraction of a second the night we met?” The question had sat on his tongue like salt, cutting his tastebuds.

“I’d drive myself insane thinking about all the ways we could have been.” Percy said lowly “I prefer,” He swallowed thickly. Jason wanted to trace the bob of that throat with his tongue. “I prefer to think about all we can do now, now that we can.”

“I think I’ll die if you break my heart.” The fear crystallized him like sugar in a cooling pan. It was the one bridge he still wavered on.

The black-haired man took his hand, fingers cold and warm, and gentle. With a softness that bowed his fear Percy placed Jason’s hand on his chest. His heart was steady, thumping under his palm. He felt the assurance of comfort against his skin. He felt at ease.

“This will belong to you one day,” His friend said quietly, “And when it does it will be fully and completely and without restraint.”

He couldn’t say anything, he couldn’t even breathe. All he could do was feel that constant beating heart, and the warmth of a chest, and the glimmer of emerald eyes, and the first blooms of a new beginning.

“I cannot break your heart Jason Grace,” Percy brushed a thumb across his cheek, “Because I will be breaking mine, and my days of self-destruction are long behind me.”

He melted into being and couldn’t help the sigh of happiness that escaped him. If he did nothing else in life, at least he had had this. These quiet minutes that enveloped every fear in a rose scented bag and let the wind take it away. Far, far away.

“Okay.” He finally rasped. His voice was lost to the sea.

Soon after that Percy had to go to work which left him to laze around in their room and snack on the breakfast feast and doze in the warmth of the sun. He didn’t even bother to put on his robe, preferring to feel the rays against his skin, save for the rectangle of boxers he slept in.

Some part of him wanted to get out and do something but it was quickly squished down by every other part of him that just couldn't do it any longer. Couldn't keep him moving and functioning and thinking.

He summoned up the last bit of energy he could muster and called his lawyer.

“Jason, babe.” Her strong, husky voice ran clear through his speaker, “What can i do for you?”

“Hello Arellano,” He couldn’t help but smile at the familiarity of her. So straight to the point, no nonsense, full of energy. “It’s not actually me that needs your help it’s Zoe.”

“Heavens Grace,” He heard the sigh building in her voice. “I mean I loved her as much as the next and I was sorry to hear you guys had broken up but seriously man how are you helping an ex… again?”

He winced, flashbacks of Luke calling on him again and again even after they had parted screaming through his mind. “I’m not technically helping, I’m just sort of recruiting you to help?”

“What sort of trouble is she in?”

“Her father is forcing her to marry an absolute scumbag of a man.” He scrubbed a hand down his face, “You remember the potential business investor, Octavian?”

“Oh gods,” Reyna groaned, and he couldn't help but share in her sentiment.

“Yea.” He pulled a face. “Is there anyway you can get her out of this mess and help her with protective immunity or whatever?”

“I’m gonna have to pull some strings and get digging into some seriously shady shit but I think I can.” He heard the grimace in her voice but there was not a trace of reluctance or potential regret.

“You are incredible!” His sigh of relief was audible enough for the birds outside to imitate it. “I’ll send you her number, and just bill everything to me.”

“You sure?”

“It’s the only way I can help so I will.”

“Then let me get to it.” And then she was gone, already starting the next project.

It’s no wonder they were friends. A bunch of workaholics.

His final call was to Thalia, in which they had a fun little chat that ended with confirmation that Bianca Di Angelo would be paying both Octavian, and Zoe’s father a visit that may or may not result in sudden disappearances and two new people cropping up in another country.

After the morning of maneuvering he couldn't even bear to move from his bed. So he didn't. He wondered if this was what a cat felt like, and then decided it wasn’t possible simply because even cats did more than he had done.

By the time Percy got home, he had showered and was already mostly asleep. Moonlight bathed their bed, the curtains rustled softly, he smelt the sea. The bed dipped just as he drifted off to sleep.

He didn’t hear the whispered, “Goodnight, my love.” that caught in the blossoms by their nightstands. He didn’t feel the gentle brush of fingers against his cheek. All he felt was peace. His dreams were sweet that night.

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l8rhader · 3 years

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It was Tuesday which meant it was Losers Family Game Night. Except, as far as most of the Losers knew, Eddie Kaspbrak had a study group that he just couldn’t get out of.

In truth, he had needed a minute. And a drink. And a quiet walk around the city. All that had done for him was solidified his realization. He needed to get his shit together. For over a decade, he’d pined. He’d watched as Richie went on a never-ending string of increasingly frustrating bad dates. He listened as he bitched about each of them after they’d all, inexplicably, failed to realize how wonderful he was. At 22, in his senior year of college and living with his six best friends in a rented house just off campus, he was really, truly living, and- He’d had enough waiting. He wanted Richie.

He headed back to the house and snuck in the backdoor, heading up the kitchen stairs to sit, cross-legged on Richie’s bed, and just waited, picking at a tiny hole at the bottom hem of his faded old T-Shirt with the demon car. He didn’t want to deal with Game Night or anyone else until he saw Richie.

Downstairs, the rest of the Losers Club were chatting happily and setting up the board for a friendly and Not-At-All-Competitive-Beverly-Remember-What-Happened-Last-Time game of Monopoly. Richie stood up from the ottoman and moved for the stairs. “Hang on, guys, don’t start without me. I just want to change into sweats,” he said, adding “Stan, pull the-”

“Shoe,” he predicted, plucking it out of the box from under Beverly’s fingers as she huffed, reaching from the couch behind him, nearly knocking the wind out of Ben with an accidental kick to the gut, securing the Top Hat for herself before Stan could swipe it. His call doubled as an encouragement to getting him out and back. “Got it,” Richie shot him a thumbs-up behind his back. “Hurry, it’s already 6,” he called, knowing that, at this rate, they were going to be up until way later than he’d like. He had work in the morning, even if no one else had class until noon.

Richie was already upstairs and opening the door to his room, though. He already had the top of his jeans unbuttoned, heading to his dresser for something more comfortable. He let them drop, stepping out of them in just his boxers.

Momentarily stunned by the situation he found himself in, Eddie found his voice quick enough. “Hey Richie,” he said quietly. “Can we talk?”

Jumping backward and knocking his dresser drawer shut on his finger, though managing to come up with the pants he’d come in search of, Richie yelped. “Ow! Fuck,” he hissed, popping the injured digit into his mouth instinctively. “Eds, what-” He stopped, looked down at himself, and immediately felt his face flush hot. “What’s up?” he asked, covering himself up with the hastily retrieved garment before realizing he could indeed put them on.

“I need to say something to you and I need to say it all before you interrupt me so can you be uncharacteristically quiet for like 5 minutes before you say anything that’s going to make me potentially jump out of your bedroom window in embarrassment,” Eddie said, taking a sharp intake of breath before adding a quiet, “please?”

Brows furrowed behind his glasses, Richie moved to his bed and sat beside Eddie. “Of course,” he said, fighting off the instinct to point out that anything that was going to take Eddie five minutes to say would take 30 from anyone else- maybe 15 from him, but what’s 10 minutes between friends, right? “Is something wrong?”

“No, nothing’s wrong,” he said quietly, picking at his cuticle before dropping his hands into his lap. He looked over at Richie, who was looking at him so softly that he could hardly stand it and stood up. “Can you not look at me while I say any of this? I can’t deal with your face and those big fucking eyes staring at me while I try to put my thoughts together because if I do, Richie, I swear I’m never going to get through this,” he said as he started to pace.

Richie stared up at him incredulously for a moment, wondering just what in the hell he’d gotten himself into, before shaking it off. “Sure. Whatever you need,” he said, plucking the plush beaver Eddie had won him at the carnival one year. At the time, he may have buried it under a dirty joke or ten, - and by may have, he absolutely did, but it made Eddie laugh that big, open laugh that always twisted a knot in Richie’s gut he couldn’t place at the time but he definitely had figured out by now, so it wasn’t for nothing- but it was, and remained to the day, one of his most prized possessions.

It appeared, though, that Eddie didn’t need Richie’s agreement for any of this. “I mean, how couple I possibly focus when you’re there and you look like that and you’re my best fucking friend and you just get whatever it is that I’m trying to say without me having to try which is impressive considering that I try really fucking hard all the time and you’re always there! And you always play along! And you’re-” he looked back at Richie and clenched and unclenched his fists quickly. “I just don’t get it and of course you’re going to say no because, I mean, you’re you and why would you even want to so it doesn’t-”

“Eds, I don’t mean to interrupt this conversation you’re having with yourself when you did ask for five minutes but,” he said, standing up and placing the stuffed animal back on his bed with a lightly confused expression, “you haven’t actually said-”

“AND THEN, here you are, six-fucking-two and cheekbones and shoulders and hands and-” he spluttered, struggling, “and-and-and I can’t even focus on anything at all because you’re this fucking hot AND you’re quite possibly the funniest person I’ve ever met, despite all of the fighting and calling me names that are absolutely mortifying but I don’t hate as much as I say I do because I know that it’s endearment from you,” he said, taking the hand that he hadn’t even noticed Richie had reached out to him. He rolled it thoughtfully in his own hand and smiled. “But, then, you have to be such a fucking idiot, like there’s not a brain under that perfect mop of curls you call hair, and go on all of these stupid dates with these stupid assholes who don’t see how sweet and smart and brave and funny and gorgeous you are and I have to wonder why the fuck it’s always them and not me when I’m right fucking here. And every time one of these shitbrained lowlifes breaks your heart, I end up here in this exact spot, surrounded by your dirty laundry, wondering what in the hell happened to make you ignore what was right in front of your face the whole damn time; trying to figure out why it’s them and not me because I swear if I had you, I’d never let you go.” Eddie took another breath that might have been a little huffier than he’d intended, but he was mad. He was madly in love with Richie. So sue him if he thought that it was stupid that, after over ten years, he was going to have to admit it before he, maybe literally, exploded.

Even though he was hearing every word and, practiced as he was in the art of Eddie-fication, Richie was having trouble following. “I need something a little more linear here, Eds. Give me something to go on.”

Give him something to go on, he did. Eddie launched himself onto his tiptoes, arms draped over Richie’s shoulders as he kissed him. If Richie had had any warning at all, he might have been quicker on the uptake. He settled into the kiss quick enough, pulling Eddie up into his arms eagerly. It still wasn’t close enough for Eddie. He wound one hand into Richie’s hair, adjusting his neck for a better angle.

“God, why are you so fucking tall?” he panted when he finally came up for air. “One of us is gonna end up needing a chiropractor if we keep this up,” he added.

Letting his hands wander lower, he gripped the back of Eddie’s thighs and hoisted him up so they were a little closer to even and kissed him again. “Better?” he asked, despite feeling pretty confident that it was.

Richie smiled at him. That was sort of what he thought. “You drive me insane, too,” he said, moving his strong hands to Eddie’s biceps and pulling him in closer. “And I love you, too.”

Eddie looked up at him, quietly stunned. He thought back over everything he’d said but he was pretty sure that he’d left that bit out. “You-”

“That was the general takeaway of your rant, right? Because, honestly, Eds, it was a little all over the place but there was a good bit of mentioning different physical attributes, some jealousy and frustration with my past dating experiences, some mentioning of things other than my body, but,” he drew his lips into a straight line and shrugged, “to be fair, I’m sure you had a speech but I came in here and dropped trough and shot that all to shit,” he laughed, getting a slight blush from Eddie, “followed by a good deal of insulting which is Spaghetti-Speak for I love you.”

Richie leaned forward, wrapping his arms tightly around Eddie’s waist. “Is it?” Eddie asked, suddenly realizing that he hadn’t had much of a plan past this part.

Nodding, Richie leaned back a little. “I’ve wanted to be your boyfriend for a long time,” he admitted. Beneath his hands, he could practically feel Eddie vibrating with excitement. “That is, if you want me, too?”

A bright smile crept along Eddie’s face, initiating those dimples Richie liked so much he could fucking scream. “Of course, I want you,” he said, letting his hands rest wrapped tightly in the buttons of his shirt. “I want you more than anything else I can think of.”

“Good. Because you’re stuck with me, my man,” he said, swaying them both back and forth happily, a slow dance. Then, realizing what he’d said and the implications of it, he simply smiled. “My man.” Eddie leaned up on his tiptoes and kissed him once more, pulling him in by his shirt before hooking his arms around his neck. From the living room, there was a chorus of shouts for Richie to hurry the fuck up. “Are you gonna come down with us? Because I don’t want to stop this, but-”

Eddie released a heavy sigh. “Go,” he groaned, shoving him out the door and toward the steps. It was stupid, he realized, waiting this long. Grinning broadly as he watched Richie pad down the stepsHe ducked toward the front door and opened it, pulling Richie toward him as he closed it, giving them the option of making it seem like Eddie had just gotten home. Still, his hand in Richie’s felt right. The way Richie had instinctively moved his hand to Eddie’s hip might have made his heart skip a beat as he hovered closer, obscured from the Losers by the wall with their coat rack on it.

Leaning in, Richie captured Eddie’s lips with his own, pressing himself flush against him. It was exhilarating. He had never in a million years thought that it would happen like this, if it happened at all. He thought there would be some long, pitiful conversation. Some dramatic scene. He’d expected tears and panic- maybe even some puke, on his end.

But this?

Kissing Eddie was easy. Having Eddie as a boyfriend- being Eddie’s boyfriend- that was going to be even easier. Effortless. Inevitable. He could feel it. He could tell.

Still, he had to stop. He had to pull back for a moment before he lost his head entirely and they got caught. “Do you really want to do this?” he asked, thumb grazing lightly over Eddie’s cheek.

Eddie leaned into his hand and looked up at him, a hint of mischief in those deep, brown eyes. He entwined his freehand in Richie’s hair, kissing him with an even more determined fire than he had the first time. Richie hummed in surprise against his mouth, then melted against him dramatically, like the snowman turning into the little boy in that soup commercial. He tilted Eddie’s face up and and leaned into him, feeling their hearts running a race. For once, Richie thought, just a part of him might be faster than Eddie.

When he finally pulled back, breathless and flushed, Eddie nodded. “I really, really do.”

“See you in there, then,” he said, kissing him lightly one last time for the moment, smiling briefly against his lips.

Hearing Stan call out to him again, Richie turned and practically bounced back into the living room Eyes wide, Eddie whispered a harsh, “Wait. I didn’t mean to tell them. I just meant yes to you!” Richie settled in against the pile of throw pillows on the far side of the room, and busied himself collecting his money from Stan and bitching at Mike for stealing his seat. “Richie? Richie!” Eddie continued to hiss, digging his fists into his hair. “Fuck.”

He peeked around the corner and took in the set-up. Bev and Ben were still on the couch but she was sitting up, poised for battle. Stan was on the floor with his back against the couch, knees against the coffee table, bank assembled in the lid and safely under the table where Beverly couldn’t reach without alerting him. Bill’s chair was still vacant, because he was still in the kitchen making drinks. Mike sat cross legged on the ottoman with Richie nested in the pillows beside him. His heart skipped another beat- it really needed to stop doing that- as he realized that that caught-the-canary look Richie had was because of him. He looked so happy. And fuck- he was, too.

“Was that the food?” Mike asked.

“No,” Richie answered, then paused. “Well, I mean. It’s something I plan on eating later,” he added quickly, raising his eyebrows as Eddie ducked out of sight. He laughed a little, knowing he was gonna hear it for that later.

From the entryway, there was the sound of a definite thunk of head against wall. “What was that?” asked, moving to get up, spooked.

“Probably the pasta coming to a boil,” Richie offered, situating his loudly colored money beside him. Beverly looked at him curiously.

Still missing the point, “What? What pasta?” Mike asked, looking over at the rest of the group as Bill came in from the kitchen with their drinks. “Didn’t we order pizza? I don’t-”

Once he’d freed his hands, handing Richie and Mike their beers, popping the open wine bottle down in front of Ben and Bev passing Stan his 7 and 7, Bill asked, “Richie, did you hit your head? How many f-fingers?” offering two individual fingers for him to focus on as he plopped down into his chair, taking a swig of his own beer.

“Three if I play my cards right,” Richie winked. Off to his left, Stan squinted at him. Not that it was any different from his normal schtick, per se, but there was something different about Richie. Bev picked up on it, too, swatting Stan on the shoulder and fixing him with a deliberate stare.

“Oh my God!” Eddie groaned, spinning in a circle. He buried his face in his hands. That wasn’t what he meant. He hadn’t-

“Eddie?” Ben asked, craning his neck to get a better angle to try to see into the entryway. “I thought he had that study group he couldn’t get out of tonight.”

Perking up, Bev leaned across the arm of the sofa, shouting, “Eds! If that’s you, get your ass in here!”

Eddie let one deep breath fill his lungs as he dropped his head back, closing his eyes. He was going to have to kill his boyfriend. Even with attack mode activated, he still smiled at the thought. The word boyfriend meant Richie which made him go warm all over. He shook it off and peeked back around the corner. “Hey, guys,” he said, sheepishly.

Bill turned around, more than a little shocked to find the seventh Loser home. “What g-gives?”

“You said you wouldn’t be home until super late tonight?” Bev asked, gesturing for him to come sit with her and Ben.

There was a chorus of agreement as he fully entered the room, arms folded protectively around his waist. He looked down at the floor, trying to avoid eye contact that would clearly give him away, until “Yeah, Spaghetti. What gives?” Richie said with a crooked smile, cocking his head to one side as he leaned back on his elbows.

“Fuck you, dude. I take it all back. Every fucking word,” Eddie growled, crossing to Richie and swiping one of the pillows out from under him to smack him in the gut with it. “You’re such a dipshit, you know that right? I meant yes to you not yes to whatever the fuck you took me saying yes to mean.” Richie opened his mouth, meaning to point out that the rest of the Losers were still in the room. Instead, all he could do was gape at his boyfriend. “Oh, fucking forgive me if I wanted to take a minute to enjoy the fact that I finally got over my shit, marched back here, and made a fucking move! Maybe I wanted to keep it between us for, oh, I don’t know ten minutes before you broadcast to all of our friends that I just asked you out.”

Richie blinked a couple of times, stunned. He held his hand up, preparing to count off on his fingers. “So, to recap, you came home completely unannounced-”

“I live here, asshole! Do I have to tell you all-”

Flexing his outstretched hand, Richie added his index finger to the list, “Started fucking yelling at me about my face, my dating habits, my laundry habits, and my mouth,” added a third, smiling as he glanced past Eddie at the shocked faces of their friends, “kissed me, started yelling at me again for being too fucking tall but if I’m not mistaken,” he said, letting his hand spring back to his chest with a loud thud, “I am the one who made the startling confession and did the boyfriend asking and then returned to the game night that you were invited to in the house that we share with our friends without so much as a fucking word past reiterating that you really did want to be with me,” he listed, counting them off on the three fingers he’d joked about just moments earlier. He reached up, and took Eddie’s hand. “You, light of my life and pain in my ass, are the one who came in here guns blazing and broadcasting it for all of these Losers. I was simply being casual!”

Eddie squeaked out a laugh. “As if! You came in with all of the jokes and the fucking commentary! What the hell did you think they were going to think” Something I plan to eat later? What the fuck, Richie? I swear-”

“Because you’re so cute, cute, cute, I could just eat you up, Spaghetti,” Richie said, tugging at his boyfriend’s hand, chewing at his lower lip.

Stan sighed, pulling the box out from under the table and starting to count out Eddie’s starting pile. “He’s always talked about you like that,” he said flatly.

“Yeah, as s-soon as you came in we would have just let it g-go as him being a dickhead,” Bill laughed, reaching into his pocket for his wallet and pulling out a fifty, taking the one Mike was flagging toward the table and tossing them both at Ben. Bev and Stan both dug through their Monopoly money and tried to pawn that off as fair, receiving nothing but a disapproving tut from Ben, now $200 richer- in real currency, even.

Settling back into his spot, Stan glanced over at his friends, thoroughly happy for them. “So, if you two are done, we were just starting on Monopoly and I had the car set aside just in case,” he offered, sticking the pawn on the stack of brightly colored bills and handing them up to Eddie who just stared blankly at him. “I open tomorrow. In or out?”

Richie swiped the pieces and laughed. “C’mere,” he said said, a little roughly, tugging Eddie down to sit between his legs. Snuggling back against his boyfriend, he smiled, rocking back and forth a bit.

All it took was one subtle moment- Richie pressed his lips to Eddie’s neck gently, whispering in his ear and Eddie shut his eyes smiling happily. Mike cooed some nonsense about it being ‘about damn time,” and Eddie blushed, admitting that, yeah, it was. That’s all it took for Stan to lock eyes with Eddie, claiming that now he was vulnerable. The peace was broken with unrelenting trash talk as Eddie took first roll.

“Is it a g-good idea to play Monopoly, of all things, the day they actually g-get together?” Bill asked Ben quietly as he walked back to the kitchen to grab the second round. As oldest, he always went last for every game, making him the barmaid, most nights.

“It’s not like they’ve never played together before,” Ben answered, watching the new couple with a gentle smile as his own girlfriend batted his hand away for distracting her. “Besides, Richie’s pretty calm with Monopoly.”

“It’s not Richie I’m worried about,” Bill said as Richie cursed. Eddie had given an evil laugh, teasing that Ben had always been on his side and, in throwing his head back, nearly concussed him. “Although, maybe I should be,” he laughed, shaking his head, passively wondering if, maybe, he could see the future or something because hadn’t he just asked-

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Stitches - Bryce Lahela x MC VI

Parts 1-5 are linked in my bio

Doesn’t exactly follow canon, but elements of canon. FWB.

Song: You’re The One That I Want - John Travolta, Olivia Newton-John

Rating: M, mentions of sex, language

Word Count: 3140

It’s a cheesey one fellas so strap in!

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Chapter Six: Bad Luck Bryce

By now it was just under a week into November, everything was getting colder, and the hospital was getting busier as it did in the winter months. As a result free time was getting more scarce.

One chilly night after too long away, the group were at Donohue’s - to the surprise of absolutely no-one.

They sat in much the same positions as they had on Halloween: Suki and Aurora across from Sienna and Jackie, and Elijah at the head. He was engrossed in a lengthy story told to him concerning one of his patients’ crazy life.

“…and the bouncers caught her! Right at that moment!”

Jackie exhaled, “I can’t tell if she’s actually just insane or bullshitting you. What was she in hospital for, again?”

“Uh, an ear infection.” Elijah looked sheepish as he said this.

“Hmm.” Jackie mused while everyone else burst out laughing.

“Probably bullshitting you.” Grinned Aurora.

Soon enough, the conversation turned to a hottie at the bar.

“Nope, never seen him before, he definitely doesn’t work at the hospital.” Said Jackie.

“I’m certain! I think he works at the cafeteria.” Sienna said. “Suki! Go and ask him.”

“Why me?”

“Well, you’re so busy all the time I think it would do you good to get dating.”

Suki knew part of the reason Sienna was doing this was because she herself had been out on a date with the cute nurse from before, Danny, and wanted everyone else to be happy too.

“Yeah I’m good, thanks Si.”

“Suki, he is cute. And you are really busy.” Added Jackie.

“I’m just not really into dating at the moment.”

“Okay.”

The topic was dropped. Or at least, Suki thought so until Jackie headed to the toilets and Elijah to the bar, leaving Sienna, Aurora, and Suki alone at the booth.

“I don’t understand why you’re not putting yourself out there more,” Sienna said, “I mean you’re single, beautiful, smart, did I mention single?”

Suki laughed. “Sienna, I’m married to the job, I don’t have time for a relationship.”

“I didn’t say you needed a relationship, just… to relax a little…”

“Who says I’m not already sorted?” She tried to cut Sienna off quickly to avoid the subject.

Sienna narrowed her eyes for a moment, then laughed. “You’re not.”

“How would you know!?”

“Because I’ve never seen a single guy sneaking out of your bedroom.”

At that, Suki tried her hardest not to flush like a beetroot, pointedly avoiding Aurora’s sly smirk out of the corner of her eye. Sienna obviously hadn’t cottoned on to the fact that Suki had been ‘working’ a lot of nights.

“Drop it, Sienna. Suki’s obviously just more interested in the hospital,” Aurora said with a cool but knowing smile. Suki gave her a light nod back as thanks.

“Oh, fine. But if you ever need a wingman…”

—-

Since Halloween, Bryce had become a permanent fixture of the group. If it wasn’t Elijah inviting him along, it was Jackie. Gradually Suki became less uncomfortable at his presence, and less worried that they’d be caught out.

So he turned up at the bar a little after the rest of them, once again sinking into the booth beside Suki. The group fell into a comfortable rapport. It felt like they’d all known each-other for years as opposed to the two short months.

As Jackie was diving into a roast of one of the other interns, Bryce edged closer to Suki so that now each part of his side was up against her. He placed a hand on her thigh, and Suki noticed he was wearing those silver rings across his hands again. She tried to make her intake of breath as subtle as possible, but didn’t try to get him to move his hand away, either. In truth, she liked it there. It was hidden under the table, so no one else noticed.

“Suki knows a thing or two about how sexy I am?”

“Huh?” Suki had been momentarily out of the conversation, and the sentence which she was pulled back for was not a relaxing one.

Bryce smirked when he realised he’d got her attention, and squeezed the spot on her thigh. “On day one, when your face met my chest.”

“Oh! Oh, yeah,” she laughed awkwardly, hoping no one noticed how rushed or relieved it was.

Aurora noticed Suki’s rush, and explained: “he’s trying to convince us to go to the gym at the hospital. He says it’s how he got, quote, ‘so hot’.”

“Yeah, not gonna happen Lahela.” For the first time in a while Suki turned to look at him, instantly feeling less embarrassed. It was like when she knew other people were there, it was embarrassing, but if it was just him? It wasn’t so bad.

“Your loss.”

“I’m sure.”

“Well, I’m gonna grab a round. Don’t miss me too much,” he winked, mostly at Suki, but to quell suspicion spun his eyes round the whole group, too.

As his figure disappeared towards the bar and the spot on Suki’s thigh started getting cold, she cleared her throat.

“Okay. Are we gonna talk about this insane chemistry between you and Bryce?” Sienna whispered behind her glass opposite Suki, but it wasn’t very sly. Luckily, everyone else was engrossed in their own conversations.

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

“Suki! A blind person could see it. He’s good looking and an amazing surgeon apparently! He’s maybe a bit cocky but…”

“I thought you said you were going to drop this.”

“Right, sorry,” Sienna looked at Suki apologetically, it was probably the alcohol which had made her forget so Suki wasn’t mad. She was confused though. By ‘chemistry’, Sienna obviously meant ‘sexual tension’, but Suki hadn’t thought it was obvious to anyone else.

Bryce eventually returned and the group fell back into their routine. They sat and laughed through various terrible karaoke performances, until Elijah got the guts to go up and do his own. The group got up from their booth to stand closer to the stage area to cheer for him.

Turned out Elijah could sing, and he glided through a smooth rendition of Bonnie Tyler’s Total Eclipse of The Heart.

When he returned to the group, everyone was congratulating and whooping for him.

“Bryce! You’re up now!” Sienna tapped him on the back enthusiastically as though she was gearing him up for a ring fight.

“Oh yeah, I’m awesome at karaoke.”

“Suki you go with him!” Encouraged Sienna.

“Si-”

“Enjoy!” She pushed both Suki and Bryce towards the stage with each of her hands.

They bumped into each-other slightly as they were bumbled up the steps.

“S-sorry.”

But Bryce just rested his hand on the small of her back and guided her over to the centre of the stage. He gave her an eyebrow wiggle before stepping over the the jukebox and picking a song.

Then he brandished from his jeans pocket some gaudy pink sunglasses with yellow detailing and stick-out pineapple trees on the sides.

“…Bryce- where the hell did those come from?”

“I always come prepared.” He slipped them on as music began to flood from the jukebox.

Oh no. Suki knew this beat.

Bryce handed her a microphone and began to tap his foot energetically, grinning at her.

“I got chills, they’re multiplyin’, and I’m looooosin control, ‘cuz the power you’re supplyin’ - it’s electrifying!”

And honestly? His voice wasn’t bad at all. But that didn’t change the fact that Suki was absolutely mortified to be stood up on a stage at a local dive bar singing Grease with her fuck buddy. She wanted to crawl into a very small hole and hibernate for at least a week.

But she couldn’t, because her line was up.

She looked over to Bryce, who was doing some awkward standing dance moves as he sang, all confidence as usual, looking ridiculous in his palm tree sunglasses. But he was looking at her.

Well, she presumed so. It was hard to see under the sunglasses.

All the same, the thought calmed her, and she couldn’t help but smile as she sang:

“You better shape up, ‘cuz I need a man! And my heart is set on you.”

Suki was… unfortunately definitely not a singer. She was somewhat in tune, but that was about it. Bryce’s confidence was rubbing off on her, though.

By the time the chorus came around, she was loving every minute of it. This was not the Suki that usually reared her head. Doing embarrassing things in public was something she would ordinarily avoid at all costs. The crowd had slipped away and it was just her and Bryce being ridiculous. They faced each-other as they sang.

“You’re the one that I want!”

They could hear their friends cheering from not far off, egging the whole silly thing on. Then with the next verse, they were back to back, laughing as they sang. At this point Suki was finding the whole thing absolutely hilarious.

They kept singing through the song, frequently drawn back to each other’s eyes for some reason.

“I need a man, who can keep me satisfied,” Suki blushed at the implication of the line, trying not to look at Bryce as she sang it. But he was smirking, as she expected.

And then the song was over, and Bryce and Suki were met with… not much reception at all. The only cheers came from their friends, but they didn’t care, as their friends were whooping loud enough.

Bryce pulled Suki into a hug and swung from one foot to the other.

“Nicely done, Santa Fe,” he muttered in her ear, breath hot.

“Yeah, you too.”

They stepped from the stage, letting the next group up to perform, and rejoining their friends. They all congregated around the bar and indulged in another round.

Bryce and Suki unintentionally leaned on the bar beside each-other after they ordered. He looked at her, mulling over his thoughts.

“You’re different than you were.”

“What?” Then, after a second Suki realised what he meant. “Do you mean you remember me from college?”

He just laughed and sipped his drink. What? Why was he so weird whenever she brought it up? Why would he say that if he didn’t want to talk about it?

And then just as he looked as through he might say something, eyes crinkled with humour and mouth agape, a girl came up behind him. Her arm slid down his shoulder, catching his attention.

“Hey… so you were, like, really good up there.”

Suki wanted to snort, loudly. That was the best she had? He was messing around the whole time and wasn’t even trying. But she didn’t, just kept her eyes on the bar as she waited for their drinks.

“Thanks, I don’t mean to toot my own horn but-“

Seriously? He was always tooting his own horn. For some reason, this was annoying Suki.

The girl giggled and Suki felt her jaw tighten. She turned away to try and shut out the rest of the conversation, silently begging the bartender to slide over a tequila shot stat.

But she couldn’t help but watch as Bryce flirted with her, leaning confidently against the bar and letting the girl rest her hand on his bicep.

Why the hell do I care? I’m just sleeping with the guy. It’s just the alcohol. And – she’s annoying! It’s got nothing to do with him, she’s just being annoying, right?

And then after simpering for far too long, the girl slipped away with a wink toward the toilets. Suki swore she heard her say ‘come and find me.’ Bryce saw Suki trying her hardest not to look at him, and slid across the bar towards her.

“Oh my,” he smirked. “You’re actually jealous.”

“Uh!” Suki scoffed, “jealous of what?”

“Her. Because you want to be the one I’m flirting with.”

“Don’t be so ridiculous. We’re just two people who sleep together, I don’t need you to flirt with me.”

“You like it though.” And with that he lifted one of his fingers on the bar to trace across her own. She didn’t want to admit that she liked the way she could see the tendons move amongst his silver rings.

“Stop,” she laughed dryly, hoping her face wasn’t giving away her embarrassment as it always did. She pulled her hand from his quickly, “I already told you I’m not here to boost your ego, and I am not jealous.”

“Well, if you say so, I’ll go and take her up on her offer.”

So she had told him to go and find her. But Suki didn’t know what to say. She wasn’t jealous, so there was nothing stopping him from going.

Bryce moved to go, and Suki was expecting him to go towards the toilets, but instead he crossed the circle to stand by Jackie.

God, what was she doing? She needed to get out of her head, and the best way to do that recently had been… well, sleeping with Bryce.

So she didn’t really think twice when her feet carried her over to him.

“You’re coming home with me tonight,” she whispered in his ear.

“Oh, am I?”

“Yes.”

“Well you see, I sort of was thinking about going home with her,” he nodded his head over to the girl from before, who was smiling at him from the other side of the bar.

“Sure, if that’s what you want,” she said lowly, “but I know exactly what you like.”

Bryce chuckled under his breath, already knowing he’d say yes.

“You don’t think they’ll notice?” He flicked his eyes to the roommates.

“We’ll figure it out.” As she said this Suki brushed a finger down the back of Bryce’s neck. Lust darkened his eyes and he looked at her from the corner of them.

“Yeah, we’re going to have to figure it out.”

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The next day, Suki was walking down the main halls on her way to a quick coffee break when she spotted something going on.

Bryce was pacing by the wall, and a couple of nurses were whispering a little ways away. His hands were frantically threading through his hair and dragging down his face. He paused for a moment, hands locked under his chin.

Suki couldn’t quite work out what was going on. She’d never seen him… frustrated? Before. And what on earth could have him so restless? He was an incredibly easygoing guy and ridiculously sure of himself.

Then he kicked the wall in frustration. A gruff grunt. The turning away afterwards to pace a little more. The flinch from the nearby nurses. The barely there whispered ‘fuck’ that Suki could only just make out. Suki rushed over to him.

“What are you doing?” She hissed, equal parts confused and concerned.

He seemed to jump ever so slightly at the sudden speech, but he didn’t even look at her as he responded.

“I fucking lost it. I lost the surgery.”

Oh. The bed-brag surgery he’d told her about last week. The one he was looking forward to so much, that had made his face swell with joy he couldn’t hide.

Suki could see from her angle his jaw was clenched tightly as though he was biting down on something hard to chew. She looked around the hall – people were staring.

“Hey-” She reached out and grabbed at a bunch of his shirt, pulling him through double doors down to a corridor nearby. It was thankfully empty.

“What?” Bryce asked, looking down the corridor.

“Everyone was looking, I assumed you’d want some privacy.”

“I don’t give a shit,” he growled. Suki was a little taken aback, but she continued anyway.

“What happened?”

“Doesn’t matter,” he snapped.

“I just wanna help, Bryce.”

Bryce then was surprised at her use of his name. It felt intimate, knowing. Sure she’d said it before, but it felt different.

“Yeah well this isn’t your business. We’re only-”

“Okay. Fine,” she cut him off, not needing to hear the rest of his sentence. If he didn’t want the help, there was nothing she could do.

“I- I’m sorry I’m just-“ he seemed to melt ever so slightly, the red dissipating and his eyes now looking into hers, realising he shouldn’t be taking this out on her.

“I know,” she said straightforwardly.

An unspoken understanding passed between the two.

Bryce sighed. “Apparently someone told Dr. Emery that I’m irresponsible.”

“What? On what grounds?”

He let out a dry laugh, shaking his head bitterly. “I don’t know. They’re already jealous of me for getting the surgery in the first place and apparently going out for karaoke the night before your first surgery is enough to be told you’re not taking this seriously.”

“Seriously? But I left yours before midnight? You slept well and barely even drank?”

He just shrugged, clearly aware that if he said much more he might get mad again.

“I’m sorry. Really. I know you were looking forward to that,” Suki said soberly.

He tried not to furrow his brow too hard as she looked up at him.

There was this awful nagging that part of this was her fault. Maybe if she hadn’t been so overcome with frustration at that girl and gone home with Bryce, this wouldn’t have happened. But then, it did seem an overreaction to take away a surgery from someone over karaoke. There must be more to the story. But Suki didn’t want to push, Bryce didn’t seem in the sharing mood.

Without even looking around, Bryce placed a hand on the wall and leaned in to kiss her.

“Bryce! Not here.” She backed away.

“Shit. Yeah.” He pushed off the wall and ran a hand down his worn face. “I just need to get over it.”

“You’re allowed to be annoyed about it!”

“Yeah, um, right.” He seemed… embarrassed? Was he annoyed that she hadn’t kissed him?

This wasn’t the guy she’d been sleeping with for the past couple of months; or the popular, happy-go-lucky college student she’d met all those years ago. It definitely wasn’t the guy who’d pretended to be Danny Zuko the night before. He was clearly pretty upset by this. Obviously, he puts so much pressure on himself, she thought.

“You wait here, ok? I’ll be right back,” she said sternly, before heading back through the double doors. A cold glass of water would be a good wake up call. Sure, it made sense that he’d turn to sex in his frustration, but he knew their rules. He knew they weren’t to hook up at work and Suki was wondering why he’d even tried. And then what his response had been about. That whole interaction was still reeling in Suki’s head as she reached the water dispenser.

But when Suki returned to the corridor, Bryce had disappeared.

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la jolla

Prompt: “if i asked you to stay, would you?” from this prompt list! Pairing: ambiguous!Hotchniss (could be interpreted either way) Word Count: 1,620 Warnings: I don’t think there are any. A/n: we never did get to see that date. read on ao3.

“Want to get coffee?”

It was the Monday morning after JJ’s wedding. The team, bar one member, was still buzzing with the joy of the party and the union. Everyone except one- Emily Prentiss.

Emily had been sulking at her desk for the whole day, flipping her phone between her fingers absentmindedly. There was a stack of paperwork that she had yet to touch, only collecting dust, and a cup of coffee cooled, no signature lip print present on the rim.

“Prentiss,” Hotch asked again.

She looked up with a smile that didn’t quite reach her empty eyes. “I didn’t hear you, sorry.”

“Want to get coffee?”

The olive branch he was extending wasn’t just that of caffeine. He could clearly see the cup untouched. It was an invitation to talk, to vent, to take up on the plan from the days prior. She took it, smiling gratefully, some sort of life lighting her eyes for the first time in two days.

“That sounds great, actually.”

They went to a mom-and-pop coffee shop down the road from their office. It was cute, decorated with fairy lights and crude children’s drawings. It was empty except for the two of them and an elderly couple tucked away in a booth in the corner.

Two steaming cups of liquid were placed in front of them by the owner, a kind looking woman with smile lines etched into her face. She looked wise beyond her years, like the type of person that made you want to return countless times to hear the stories of her life.

Hotch nodded his thanks to her and watched her walk away with a gentle smile. When the woman was successfully out of ear shot, he turned to Emily with ever so slightly furrowed eyebrows.

“You never order tea.”

It wasn’t a question. Prentiss didn’t meet his eyes, staring down at her cup as she swirled the tea with the metal spoon given to her.

“Wanted to try something different,” she shrugged, finally looking up at him with sunken in eyes.

“When was the last time you slept?” He sounded the same as he normally does when surveying the wellbeing of his team members, but this time there was a subtle softness that normally wasn’t there.

Emily rubbed the bridge of her nose, peering at him from under her fingers. “Ummmm… before the robbery was the last time I really remember.”

Four days. The implications of that hung in the air between the two of them. The other pair in the cafe meandered out, arm in arm. Now, it was just them. Hotch raised his eyebrows and took a drink from his cup.

“Bad day?” he asked, bringing them back to that conversation in Rossi’s foyet.

“Bad year,” was the curt affirmation.

“Want to talk about it?” he asked, echoing the sentiment from that same conversation.

She nodded wordlessly and pulled her phone out from her pocket. There were quiet beeps that filled the silence as she punched in some sort of message, before holding the screen out to him. He shot her a hesitant look, and she shook it a little.

“Take it, Hotch. I don’t think I’d be able get through the whole thing without having a breakdown.”

The breakdown that she’d been pushing off for far too long, but she didn’t say that.

The phone was dropped into his hand, and he licked his lips a little before reading it out.

“Emily, I’m eagerly awaiting your response. The field office management sent me your files today. Again. It’s not just me who wants you here, it’s everyone. I know you probably don’t want to leave that team, but you’re meant for so much better things. That better thing is being the Head of the London Field office. I need an answer fast, and I really would like the favor of Lady X repaid. -Easter.”

In all of Emily’s life, she hadn’t truly experienced the phrase “silence is deafening.” Of course, she’d been in suffocating silence, that’s just something you signed up for when you work in what they do.

But the silence between the two of them that followed the reading of that message- that was deafening.

The bell hanging at the door clanged as a group of young girls walked in, chattering lively. Emily tore her eyes away from Hotch’s to watch them. They were an eclectic group, dressing in every color of the rainbow, in various styles. No two girls looked the same.

Her eyes were especially drawn to the girl in the back. She was the only one dressed in dark colors and, despite the pleasant weather of spring, was swathed in a winter coat. While all her compatriots were smiling, her face was blank, wiped of all emotion.

Prentiss saw herself in the girl. She was surrounded by enthusiastic, settled, happy people, while being none of those things.

Aaron cleared his throat, bringing Emily’s attention back to him, and held the phone back out. As she slipped it into her bag, he began drumming his fingers on the table.

“Why?” he asked, his quiet voice barely heard over the new customers.

“Nothing is the same, you know,” she tried to justify. “You guys are different people. You act like you welcomed me back with open arms, but it’s not how it used to be. I just knew I wouldn’t be able to settle into my old life. I needed… change. Well, I guess you wouldn’t know. You’ve never died.”

Hotch was studying her face intently, almost as if he was trying to memorize it. “After Haley died, the Bureau offered me retirement.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“I know. The only people I told were Jessica and Rossi. But I seriously considered it. I didn’t want to leave Jack alone; he’d just lost his mom, I didn’t want to be absent from his life, too.”

Emily had a pensive look on her face. “Why didn’t you take it?” “I realized that, as much as I wanted change, it would be worse for me. That’s why I stayed in that apartment after he attacked me, that’s why I kept working here. I knew that I would go insane with that much change,” Hotch explained. Swishing the coffee in his cup lightly before taking a drink, he rubbed his stomach, the ghosts of old wounds coming back to haunt him.

“Yeah, I don’t think that will work for me.”

One side of his mouth lifted, and he simply said, “I know.”

“I love you guys, and I love this job, I just don’t love… me.”

“It’s hard to come back from something like that.”

Emily leaned her head to the side. “Don’t sound so understanding about this, Hotch! You were supposed to try to get me to stay.”

“If I asked you to stay, would you?”

“No,” she said slowly, coming to a realization of her own. “No, I wouldn’t.”

“Exactly. Drink the tea, you need the caffeine. You look dead on your feet.”

She took a large swig at the request. Her brown eyes were wistful as they fell back to the now seated group of girls. The girl had fallen into her stride, as she was now animatedly telling a story to the rest of her party. Emily smiled, glad that at least one of them found themselves.

“I do want you to stay, for what it’s worth.” Hotch’s voice was rough, and he cleared it again. “You’re a part of this team, and I wouldn’t rather have anyone else by my side.”

“Aw, thanks, Hotch.”

Hotch wasn’t done. “But I know that trying to stop Emily Prentiss when she wants to do something is a meaningless quest. You’re going to do wonderfully.”

Emily smiled, a real one now. The weight of desperation had been lifted off her chest, and it felt like, for the first time since before she started going after Doyle, she could breathe properly again.

“Do you know when you start?”

Emily shook her head. “I haven’t told him yet. But by the way he talked when he asked me Friday, I’d expect it to be ASAP.”

Hotch’s smile had melancholy painted over it, like lipstick applied incorrectly. “Does anyone on the team know?”

“Morgan knows I’m thinking about it, but he doesn’t know I’ll accept the offer. And I have absolutely no idea how to break the news to any of them.”

“Do you want me to do it with you?”

Emily’s eyes shined adoringly at him, reflecting the twinkling decorations of the shop. “I love you for offering, but no. This is my decision, and I have to face the music and tell them.”

The cafe was starting to get busy now, more customers filing in, filling the walls with the sounds of joy and caffeine. Hotch leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest as he eyed Emily’s still hands resting on the table.

“You’re happy. This is something you’ve thought about for a long time,” he mused.

Prentiss agreed, “Since I came back.”

“A year’s a long time for you to feel like you don’t belong. Why didn’t you tell us?”

She bit her lip and echoed her statement to Morgan nights prior. “I thought it was just the trauma. I thought if I bought a house and planted roots, I’d be able to fix me. And we have such a mobile job, I don’t know. I thought I could do it again.”

Hotch, in a rare moment of physical affection, held his hand out for her to grab. Their fingers intertwined in the middle of the table.

“It’s okay. I understand. Just...promise to call and stay in touch.”

“Without a doubt.”

#stream 'your city gave me cancer' and 'your new boyfriend' by wilbur #eva's 25 days of christmas #advent calendar of fics (ACoF)#hotchniss #hotchniss fic #hotch x emily #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #criminal minds #criminal minds fic #eva writes occasionally

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A Tactical Approach

[Diakko Week 2020, Day 2: Hand Holding / Cuddles, Fluff] AO3

Happy to participate in Diakko week 2020! @dianakko-week

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Akko had never considered herself a strategic person but sometimes life led a girl into situations that felt like war.

And this was a battle she was determined to win.

She assessed the setting—it was important to know your surroundings and use them to your advantage after all. What could she possibly do to make the most out of this situation? What was the ideal picture of a victory in her mind?

Victory was sweet. Like plums.

It would also be warm and absolute, full of conviction and with no space for hesitation.

And hopefully victory wasn’t sweaty. Oh by Jennifer—please—she hoped victory wasn’t sweaty!

Why were her hands sweaty now of all times? She sighed, wiping her palms along the fabric of her skirt in an attempt to alleviate the problem. Satisfied, she returned to assessing the terrain of her battle. She was in Diana’s dormitory, sitting on Hannah’s stolen study chair so that she and Diana shared a desk, huddling themselves shoulder-to-shoulder. It was eight fifty-seven in the evening and she had been waging this war for all of seventeen minutes by now.

Yes, she was counting since eight forty.

The opposing party of this skirmish just so happened to be the object of her affections. What were her motivations? What would her next move be? Akko squinted at her foe, watching as she flipped another page of the Ancient Runes textbook she was examining. She brushed back blonde and green tresses behind her ear, the candlelight of the lamp on her desk flickered playfully across her features and oh my god she has it bad, doesn’t she?

Akko exhaled, releasing a breath she didn’t know she was holding. Diana looked up, blue eyes softer than usual, and tilted her head in inquiry.

“Is everything alright, Akko?”

Ah. She really had it bad.

“Yeah.” Akko said in a quiet voice. It was so unlike her that Diana’s brow quirked upward. The movement was subtle, but they were near enough to each other for Akko to notice.

“Book.” The blonde chided, pointing downwards to the (very much ignored) Divination textbook lying in front of Akko. “You’re getting distracted again.”

Akko simply huffed. “Like it’s my fault!”

That won a small chuckle out of Diana, who turned a little pink if Akko wasn’t seeing things. This meant the implication didn’t go over her head—and that was all and well. Akko didn’t want it to go over her head. She knew that Diana knew that she… felt things.

Many, difficult to describe things that she frankly didn’t have the vocabulary for, so she’d much rather express it in actions. Diana leaned in a little, bumping their shoulders playfully. Akko giggled, looking back towards the pages of her book with no intention of reading. She felt her face heat up but she still smiled, appreciative of what was such a small yet meaningful gesture of affection from the normally aloof Diana.

She bumped her shoulder back. They were both smiling into their books now.

These little interactions had brought her back to the essence of her battle—of the mission she was on, and the victory she aimed to secure.

Now wasn’t the time to get distracted! The setting was perfect: quiet, candle-lit, with the rest of the room glowing softly in yellow and without Hannah and Barbara in sight. The curtains were pulled open and, despite it being a little cloudy, the view was just as wonderful as a clear night sky.

Akko examined her artillery options. She already used the 'shoulder bump'. Was it a good time to…

To maybe… lean her head on her shoulder?

She huffed while shaking her head and pretended it was because of the book. That wouldn’t work. She’d have a hard time reading and would probably fall asleep. She didn’t want to put Diana in a situation where she’d have to support her weight too much.

Displaying affection was such a difficult war to wage.

Her most distal appendages might work though—she had a whole two hands with fingers and thumbs! Right. She should use those. Maybe. But they were sweaty! Gods, did this have to be so hard!

But she was Akko Kagari and so far just doing it had worked wonderfully for her! And so she threw caution to the wind, and… placed her hand on the desk.

It was a strategic move. If Diana picked up on her cue, she should place her hand within pinky-reaching distance, right? Right? Akko swallowed, trying her best to look disinterested in where Diana’s hand would fall next.

The blonde had finished the words on her page, and motioned to flip to the next. Akko watched in her peripheral vision, almost in slow motion, as Diana’s hand fell back lower, lower and finally—yes!

She put it on the desk. Beside Akko’s hand.

Akko picked up an extra quill and flipped open her notebook, keeping her left hand obviously still and available, hoping that Diana hadn’t started learning Japanese because she decided to write her notes in her native language to ‘aid with recall.’

Never mind the fact that she was nervously scribbling ‘please hold my hand, please hold my hand, please hold my han—” over and over again.

Ah, but Diana seemed engrossed, and Akko took it up on herself to take initiative. Again.

It was time to deploy stealth tactics.

Slowly, and with no small amount of nervousness, she inched her pinky finger a whole centimeter to the left. That was progress! Diana hadn’t noticed. Perfect. Emboldened by her success, she went and moved in closer.

Shit. Diana pulled her hand to scratch an itch along her chin and—that was illegal, it was so cute! To Akko’s relief, her hand returned to its original position except this time it was… closer?

Was Diana picking up on her stealth tactics?

Suddenly losing her nerve, Akko ceased her slow advance. But then why would she? Reciprocation was a good thing, right?

She took a chance, looking towards her notebook to scribble a little more nonsense, and then brushed their pinky fingers together.

Surely such a small action should not have such a profound effect on her—felt from the tips of her ears, down to the pit of her stomach. There was fluttering, fluttering everywhere and this slow exchange felt like it was going to drive her insane!

Wasn’t Diana supposed to be the overthink-y one?!

Then she noticed that Diana had gone remarkably pink. Her eyes were still on the book, but there were details that Akko finally picked up once she let herself stare for just a minute.

Diana’s eyes weren’t moving. They were intense and boring a hole into what must have been the same passage on that very same page[3] for the past two minutes. Her eyes fluttered prettily, and Akko swooned a little.

She hooked their pinky fingers together—Diana had obliged willingly.

It was fascinating to watch the way she tried to steel her expression, but the way the column of her throat moved as she gulped was something Akko didn’t miss.

Oh, this was going to be the death of her. She pulled her own red eyes back towards her textbook.

Was Diana nervous too? Looked like it, at least a bit. The thought of it made the fluttering grow stronger than it ever did before, and Akko figured she was probably a raging shade of red by now.

But she loved every minute of it.

Diana—god damn it—pulled on the cuff of Akko’s sleeve to bring her hand closer, and pried her palm open, facing upwards.

And then she began to gently brush her fingertips along the inside of her palm, still feigning interest for her textbook, and Akko wanted to set herself on fire.

Akko never wanted this to end. Her heartbeat was going into overdrive, and she was pretty sure her palms were starting to sweat again but it was too late to care about that now, wasn’t it? Diana’s breathing seemed shallower, and that was a sentiment she could relate with. Somehow, it was comforting to see that she wasn’t the only one so nervous about this whole ordeal.

Praying to each and every one of her Asian ancestors, Akko steeled her nerves.

She’s going to do it.

She’s going to move in for the winning blow.

She splayed out her hands, gently, doing her best to caress every inch of skin Diana had in contact with her, before catching the spaces in between Diana’s fingers to fit her own hand snugly into a hold.

Diana was done pretending to care about the book. She had gasped, softly, and looked downwards towards their hands. She was blushing wonderfully, eyes wide, and the small smile that grew on her lips was an image Akko wanted to remember forever.

“Shall we take a break?” Diana finally broke their silence. She looked up towards Akko and—by the nine the look she was receiving was so tender it felt almost unreal.

“That’d be nice.” Akko giggled, dropping any pretense of disinterest as well.

Diana looked a little shy and hesitant, and Akko was about to ask why but then Diana leaned forward, snuggling close as she settled her forehead on Akko’s shoulder. She was trying to hide a grin. How sly!

“I can see the smile on your face, you know.” Akko’s giggles didn’t end, and she rarely spoke so softly.

“Can you blame me?” Diana’s speech was muffled against her shoulder, smile evident in the sound of her voice.

“Gotta admit, I can’t.” Akko’s grin was just as wide.

“I could get used to this.” Diana admitted, running her thumb against the back of Akko’s.

Now that they’d finally gotten to holding hands, they might have some trouble learning how to let go. Diana definitely showed no intention of doing so anytime soon.

Akko’s chest bloomed with warmth, affection, and something more.

Victory was sweet.

It was also a little sweaty and involved a lot of nerves and—

(Akko watched as Diana pulled herself upright again, bringing Akko’s hand closer towards her)

—it felt like a kiss to the back of her hand.

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A/N: Thank you to Tototops, who did a wonderful job beta reading and correcting all the little errors I made in this chapter! I appreciate you so much, you did so good!

Also yes hand holding is a BIG DEAL guys

#Diakko #Dianakko #Diakko Week 2020 #Dianakko Week 2020 #Diakko Week #Day 2: Hand Holding #Haha #Fluff #LWA #Diana Cavendish #Akko kagari #i love them sorry #our babies

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Eurovision 2021 pre-show ranking #39 - #27

Less than a week until Eurovision 2021 is upon us. The wait has been gruelling but now it is almost here and finally my thirst for more Eurovision will be quenched. Also rushing this out last-minute before the opening ceremony tomorrow.

I’m only taking the official music videos and the national final performances (if those exist) into account so I expect my ranking to be turned upside-down once the live-shows happen as per usual, especially with how insanely strong this year’s entries are. I won’t talk much about last year’s cancelled entries because losing an entire year’s worth of songs still hurts but I thought it would be fun to do a little comparison for each country about which year’s song I prefer, shown in brackets at the end of each entry.

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39. Uku Suviste - The Lucky One - Estonia 🇪🇪: It’s like Estonia took Sweden’s formula of handsome guy singing inoffensive pop songs, only worse, for the last three years. Come on, Estonia, you can do so much better. "Rändajad" (2009), "Siren" (2010), "Kuula" (2012) and "Goodbye To Yesterday" (2015) are proof for that. (2020/2021)

38. Tusse - Voices - Sweden 🇸🇪: I feel painfully indifferent about this and that saddens me. Sweden tends to send very polished pop entries that work for me more times than not, but geez, I can’t but feel like this song is incredibly bland. There’s no particular emotion it evokes in me, neither through the musical arrangement nor the lyrics. It does have ear worm quality since I sometimes catch myself summing the chorus , albeit dispassionately, so I can see it doing well voting-wise just because people will remember the song and its anthem-like qualities. (2020/2021)

37. Tornike Kipiani - You - Georgia 🇬🇪: I appreciate with all my heart that Georgia keeps sending bold but quality entries that often go against Eurovision trends and every time I am heart-broken that the general public doesn't appreciate them enough for them to reach the final ("Three Minutes to Earth" (2014), "For You" (2018), "Keep on Going" (2019). This year’s entry is equally bold in its simplicity but I fear this time it’s simply a misfit for this show no matter how you look at it. It’s just too relaxed and mundane. It stings a bit since Tornike’s song last year “Take Me As I Am“ was one of my top favorites. Oh man, I still get chills when I listen to that one. The only reason this is higher than Sweden is because it’s kinda wholesome. (2020/2021)

36. RAFAŁ - The Ride - Poland 🇵🇱: It has a peppy beat that I can get behind and I like watching the MV for the dancers. I'm a simple man lol. Choreography is done by Agustin Egurrola, one of the judges on SYTYCD Poland when it was still on, so that’s neat. Maybe I’ll check out the new dance show “Dance Dance Dance” that sorta replaced it. I’m only three seasons behind anyway. (2020/2021)

35. James Newman - Embers - United Kingdom 🇬🇧: I feel a bit bad because this is one of the greatest efforts the UK has spent on ESC in the last few years, but still, I just... don’t care for it? It somehow feels sterile and that’s just something I can’t party to. I guess it’s a pity the UK decided to actually try seriously competing for once by sending a bop only for all the other countries to bring their A-game this year. (2020/2021)

34. ROXEN - Amnesia - Romania 🇷🇴: I think I like the word combination “self-love amnesia” but that’s one of the very few elements I find interesting about this entry. (2020/2021)

33. TIX - Fallen Angel - Norway 🇳🇴: Super catchy so I can forgive the corny mess of a stage performance that he’ll likely replicate for the actual show. I did expect something better from the guy who co-wrote Ava Max’s “Sweet But Psycho”. (2020/2021)

32. Hooverphonic - The Wrong Place - Belgium 🇧🇪: I guess the Belgish delegation realized that using singers barely old enough to drink to sing the moody songs they’ve been putting out the past few yeaars might not be such a good idea after the disaster in 2019. While I do think that Hooverphonic is experienced enough to avoid the same pitfall I can’t help but think that the song simply goes nowhere and ends up in an uncomfortable swamp. (2020/2021)

31. Senhit - Adrenalina - San Marino 🇸🇲: Speaking of songs that go nowhere... I wish I liked this more since it's obvious how enthusiastic Senhit feels about this show with the myriads of professionally produced ESC covers she made and the amount of artistry she pours in everything. The entry itself is simply too monotone for me. Not feeling the hype about Flo Rida tbh. (2020/2021)

30. Benny Cristo - omaga - Czech Republic 🇨🇿: I think similarly to his song last year it will take the live performance for me to really warm up to it. The “Here’s Johnny Benny” moment in the MV is absolute gold though. (2020/2021)

29. Jendrik - I Don't Feel Hate - Germany 🇩🇪: The chaotic energy is as endearing as it is tiring for me. Let’s hope the German delegation doesn’t regret choosing this over El Diablo which was one of the songs which made the final rounds of the internal selection before it was given to Cyprus. (2020/2021)

28. Fyr & Flamme - Øve Os På Hinanden - Denmark 🇩🇰: I’m digging the retro vibes. Also cute dance moves from the singers. (2020/2021)

27. Vincent Bueno - Amen - Austria 🇦🇹: The generally positive and uplifting vibes of this song belie the sorrowful lamentation of a broken man to a higher being about what’s been taken from him. That’s the implications I got from this and it would align well with what’s been reportet about his personal life, explaining the sudden shift from the dancey songs Vinecnt is known for to gospel light. (2020/2021)

Oh, and because I feel bad for ranking Uku last, here’s a picture of him running to god knows where.

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Reaction to “The First Adventure”

1) Okay, first of all, Donald, Della, and Scrooge CENTERED EPISODE!!!!

2) Donald’s whole personality as a child! Like it’s just so DIFFERENT from the Donald we know now. The whole, “You’ll never be able to silence me!” and “Money isn’t everything, it makes you lame Uncle Scrooge”. He’s also SO MELLOW compared to Della.

3) ALSO his VOICE! Like, I knew going into it his voice would be different. And not just because he’s a child but because we unfortunately don’t have Russi Taylor anymore to voice him. But it really makes me wonder, does his voice just progressively get worse? Did he have like an accident while on an adveture that permanently ruined his vocal chords? Cursed object?

4) THE NOTE THAT HORTENSE LEAVES! @suspendersofdisbelief, Frank THAT WAS MY FAVORITE EASTER EGG! I AM SO HAPPY YOU INCORPORATED IT!

But also side note, Hortense knits Scrooge sweaters for his birthday? That’s SO sweet.

5) BEAKLEY IS THE DIRECTOR OF SHUSH NOW????? O.o Bradford and Black Heron both came up with the name of FOWL and.... I guess co-founded it together? Is that the best way to describe it?

6) Speaking of Bradford and Heron, their dynamic is honestly really fun. Bradford is trying to minimize discovery, he’s trying to be cautious and careful. Black Heron is just like, the more chaotic of the two. Which is really interesting considering how METICULOUSLY she probably planned on capturing Beakley back in season 1. She doesn’t care if she’s discovered she just wants to rule and doesn’t hide the fact that she’s the bad guy. SHE LITERALLY HELD DONALD AND DELLA FOR RANSOM!

7) SCROOGE! WHY ARE YOU LETTING DELLA FLY A PLANE??? Love the fact that Della has always wanted to be a pilot. That experience in itself, “Nothing can stop Della Duck”, this is more definitely the first of many many MANY instances where Della believes herself to be unstoppable (invincible maybe?) and literally capable of doing anything.

8) Scrooge’s relationship with Donald and Della and the parallels between them and the triplets. He doesn’t want to watch them, they’re just dropped off. He gives the twins a bag of marbles just like the triplets. Della is asking like a million questions. Touching things they aren’t suppose to. Scrooge shutting Huey, Dewey, and Louie into a discarded room in the pilot really makes me think or wonder, when he saw them crowded around him asking questions, if he was reminded of Donald and Della at that age, on their first adventure(s).

9) DONALD going absolutely BESERK on Black Heron because he thought she just killed Della. Della is casually like, “I’m okay Donald!... Never mind!” when she sees him going insane. I was honestly waiting the entire episode to see Donald just lose it and for this small duckling to unleash his inner strength

10) Scrooge named Donald and Della his heirs. And oh my god the implications behind this. That’s why F.O.W.L. took a blood sample from Donald with the mosquito and why they took someone’s tail feather (probably Scrooge’s since Black Heron had it but it could easily be anyone’s). Because in order to get the papyrus, they need Scrooge’s heir to find it. Which realistically could be the triplets as well as Donald and Della. Personally, I like the idea of it being Donald and Della because Scrooge did literally call them his heirs when the scroll disappeared.

But that’s also assuming Bradford is still hung up about getting it. If he is, that means they’re either trying to make like a clone or something to be Scrooge’s heir (which seems ridiculously weird and complicated) or Donald, Della, and/or the triplets are going to be in a lot of trouble later and might end up getting captured.

Or... what if its Webby? Because that could explain why she’s been hidden her entire life, is raised by a kick butt super spy, and we know very little about her family beyond Beakley (who we have many questions about considering the whole Harp of Mervana thing). But that’s still SUPER complicated.

However, if this is a ploy to get the papyrus, this is BAD. Because so far, the only two people who can really master the scroll are Scrooge and Bradford. They’re the only two who have been able to get exactly what they asked for from the papyrus. So if it ends up in Bradford’s hands.... well.... we’d probably be screwed.

11) I can’t help but wonder. Is Quackmore okay? Does Hortense ever come to pick up her children? Surely she doesn’t just... abandon the twins and leaves them with Scrooge. I feel like there’s more to the story on how Scrooge becomes their legal guardian.

#ducktales

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