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kunigmis · 1 year

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gross and grimy

bachira meguru x female!reader

synopsis: your belongings seem to be going missing; day-to-day necessities and even your panties! you’re so confused, but your old classmate bachira is here to help!

content warnings: minors do not interact! all characters are in their 20s, depictions of stalking(?) mentioned once, a sort of non-con, usage of the petname baby, heavy petting, fingering, bachira is handsy and nasty and a thief, implied public and unprotected sex.

notes: this turned out to be longer than expected and not what i expected ꒰ᵕ༚ᵕ⑅꒱ kind of lost sight of what i was writing too, oops. this came out to be 2k words?? this was also heavily inspired by this previous post <3

WHEN YOU FIRST NOTICE your things going missing, you think you just happen to be misplacing them. you tended to do that, always putting something one place, only for it to end up nowhere near said place the next time. you laughed it off, it was just habit at this point. besides, you found whatever it was you needed either way.

you figured you forgot them, your panties, in your laundry basket before taking them to the washer. you’ve found they get a bit staticky, sticking to whatever they could. you’d just snatch them up once they were found and wash them with the next batch.

but, then they started to not be stuck to things. didn’t you last find them stuck to your coat last week? they were pink and you had worn them just for the new day that week, tossing your dirty clothes over your shoulder to go and shower. yet, now they seemed to be up and running away.

the amount you had began to dwindle, from at least twenty pairs down to fifteen. sure, maybe you didn’t need so many, but there was a thing called a sale and who wouldn’t go for five panties for twenty-five?

however, it wasn’t just your panties either. you began to notice your day-to-day items began to disappear, too. your chapstick that was stood on your nightstand wasn’t there when you reached to apply the moisturizing balm to your lips. your hairbrush couldn’t have possibly grown legs and scampered off, right? but, it wasn’t on your dresser when your hair was in dire need of a detangling. even your jewelry! your rings, necklaces, bracelets, and earrings weren’t neatly passed on your jewelry dish anymore. things were beginning to get weird, but you truly believed it was just silly misplacing; maybe your memory was going bad?

when the topic was brought up to your friends, they just laughed it off! “i do that all the time,” one would complain, squawking about how common misplacing things was. “but, i’d find it if i actually looked for it. maybe try retracing your steps?”

you tried that. it didn’t seem to work. at one point, you decided to give up; some of the things could go for being replaced, anyway. spoil yourself a little, no?

it got to the point you started labeling places where you’d set certain things. maybe being organized would help with your predicament; it was worth a shot, anything to keep your items from being nowhere to be found. you only hoped it worked.

“maybe you’ve got little creatures within your walls?”

when your old schoolmate speaks, you only snort. his child-like suggestion seems otherworldly, like an attempt at lightening the air, however it doesn’t seem to work. so, now you’re even more frustrated; shaking your head, taking some of your hair and winding it around your fingers. it’s an anxious habit. “bachira, that’s not helping.”

the said male shrugs with a wide grin, sitting rather close to you as the two of you have lunch. you never minded his proximity. he always did this, even back when the two of you were in high school. he was always right there by your side, or you by his, spilling all the beans on the newest drama or him telling you about his upcoming game; and, how he’d like if you would come.

“you can replace all those things anyway, right?” his golden eyes twinkle with underlying mischief, and you can only begin to imagine what they’ve seen—or what he’s done. “i can help you!” he starts to pull out his wallet, a heap of familiar pink beginning to spill out once he does so, preparing to spoil you with an assortment of things before you’re clambering to put your hands overtop his. in doing so, bachira has to bite back a laugh; how did you happen to miss that?

“you’re sweet, bachira, really. but, i couldn’t take your money.” you simply smile as you finish and give his hands and wallet a small push, “i can buy my own stuff—“

“but, i want to.” for some reason, when your eyes meets his, you shiver. something in his eyes causes you to really take a look at them, at him, and it has you curling your toes within your shoes. had he always been so assertive? so demanding? so… attractive? it’s like you’re seeing him in a new light, a deep and seductive one.

his eyes practically scream let me spoil you. bachira is a very compelling person. he can have people reeling with the way he speaks; he has a way with his tongue, ways you don’t even know about, and you’re just now beginning to fall victim to the pink muscle.

so, you meekly nod and smile in agreement. you feel an odd sense of enjoyment when bachira’s face lights up. when his hands go to shove his wallet back into his pocket, his fingers toy with the, your, panties he hides in a sick game.

“i-i don’t think we should be doing this…”

when you agreed to let bachira buy you the items you needed replacing, you expected a certain amount of things to be off the table; like, buying your panties for instance. you didn’t think he would take you to get them, you remembered him blushing at the mere mention of bikinis back in high school. so, to see bachira eagerly pulling you into a frilly and sensual store like victoria’s secret, you began to wonder just how much he’s changed; and, how little you’ve noticed.

he began to shuffle through the assortment of drawers, not even needing to ask your size, which you should’ve taken note of, before he’s snatching up pair after pair to have you try on.

i like this one, and this one. oh, this one, too! not even you get as excited when shopping for new panties. you like to do it, sure—find a cute laced up pair to take into the changing rooms, having a small modeling shoot for yourself. but, the black and yellow-haired male is having a blast. he even snatched up some bras; which, he didn’t even dabble on the idea of asking your cup size.

and, when he was all done, arms full of the lingerie, you reached your hands out in hopes of taking the load off his hands. but, bachira pouts, giving you a playful whine, i want to see you try them on… and, oh god, you about lost your footing at how weak your knees went.

this lead to where the two of you stand now; your back pressed to bachira’s chest as he helps you shimmy a pair of panties up your legs. you’re so exposed right now, every nook and cranny of you is on display for bachira’s eyes to eat you up. he practically creamed his pants when you gave in earlier, voice all low and quiet, somewhat puppy-like sounding. if he knew any better, he would’ve thought you wanted this just as he did.

“don’t feel shy now, baby,” you gasp at the petname, bachira’s breath hot and on your ear as he watches you through the mirror. it had gotten steamy in the changing room, the mirror slightly fogged up and you’re feeling every bit of sexual tension there is in the air. “we’re just getting started.”

bachira isn’t shy in how handsy he becomes. once a new pair of panties is on, his hands are sliding up and down your sides, trickling down to grope at your thighs. his fingers are long and thick and span over your thighs so nicely; he runs his nails along your skin every once in a while, electing small noises from you that can’t be described as anything else but needy. you’re even shocked at how desperate they come off as.

but, you remember where the two of you are, and it dawns on you how bad it would be if the two of you were to be caught. so, you bite your lip, suppressing your sounds ever so slightly. bachira doesn’t seem to like that though, no; he wants to hear the voice of the woman he’s yearned for for ages now.

“baby, don’t hide them,” his words have a dual meaning, referring to the noises you swallow and the hardened nipples your arms hide from his devious eyes. one of bachira’s hands comes and moves your arms, cupping each of your tits thoroughly before moving on to twist and pinch at your nipples.

you melt in his touch, ass pressing against his hard-on and you’re too lost in the moment to be ashamed by how you grind into him. your eyes meet his in the mirror and you jump as his finger gives your nipple a particularly hard tug. “b-bachira.”

“meguru.” when he insists on you calling him by his given name, your eyes roll and a loud moan slips out. you’re quick to cover your mouth, hearing bachira’s maniacal laughter in your ear before his tongue is sweeping out to give it a messy makeout, “you’re so cute.”

you’ve been so busy watching bachira eye-fuck you that you hadn’t noticed his fingers dipping past your panties. but, when two digits dip into your folds to gather your slick, you’re all too aware how exposed the two of you are. “w-wait, meguru—ah!”

a thick finger cuts you off, sliding into your pussy with ease at how slick you are. the noises are downright embarrassing, the way your cunt eats up his finger makes you want to curl into yourself and hide from his big eyes. bachira isn’t having any of that, though, and uses his other hand to keep your gaze locked on where his finger teases you. “look baby, look at how wet i make you.”

bachira kisses your neck once he has it craned just enough, the hand locked around your jaw moves to press two fingers to your lips. you part them willingly, tongue lolling out to wet them before wrapping your lips around them. you suck obediently and bachira moans into your neck.

“such a good girl, fuck,” his words are mumbled into your neck, the bruises his mouth leaves behind big and purple and noticeable; his tongue sweeps out to pamper the aching patches, but he never ceases to lay more as he travels down your neck. “want t’ fuck you s’bad, tired of watching you do it yourself…”

you’re not sure what he means, but it goes over your head as your thighs clench around bachira’s hand. two fingers now stretch you open, curling into your gummy insides as you moan around bachira’s fingers. they press on to your tongue and dip into the back of your throat, causing you to gag and a hand to come clutch his wrist. even with you being seemingly distraught, the male doesn’t let up. if anything, it spurs him on; fingers working faster and harder, the dick pressed into the soft globes of your ass only becomes more apparent as it ruts into you for friction.

“let me fuck you, yeah?” bachira bites at your shoulder, tongue warming your skin only to leave it cooled when the saliva left behind meets the air. your eyes water as your neck is turned, your lips now free of his fingers just to be met with his wet lips. there’s no clear judgment left within your head, senseless at the mercy of bachira and his hands and tongue. you never knew he was like this, like a rabbit in need of fucking, but you can’t complain with the tongue that’s down your throat.

by the time an employee comes and knocks on your door, worriedly asking if everything was alright, you’re so drunk off pleasure, off bachira, that you don’t notice the way his free hand comes and slides his sweats and boxers down to have his dick spring free. he gives it a good few pumps, watching the pre wet your ass before he’s sliding it down to line up with your entrance, “oh, she’s more than alright.”

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knackfandomarchive · 9 months

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do u have any random headcanons for any of the knack characters lol

I wrote down as many of my headcanons as I could remember (71). And then sorted out the ones for the characters (58 or so). I feel like I forgot some. Here is a not-exactly-random selection of ten fifteen:

The Doctor claims to have spent decades learning the secrets of the relics. But the sad truth is, Knack’s orb was shelved for a very long time; it reminded the Doctor of what he lost the day he found it.

Knack has an actual rectangular phone rather than a wristwatch. It’s funny to watch him eat it when he wants to put it away.

Baby Knack was born not knowing how to initiate sleep. So he wore himself out over the course of a couple days until he finally passed out during troubleshooting. I wanted the Doctor to do it, but Lucas figured it out first that the little thing wanted a hug.

Lucas (almost) never refers to Charlotte as “Mom,” because that title is Reserved. He does call her “Mother” (as in, one who mothers), especially when he’s doing a bit, and sometimes “Ma.”

I think Katrina would wear a fedora at least once.

When Lucas and Knack were younger, Lucas would often press his forehead to Knack’s forehead and scratch him behind the ears.

Knack had a phase where he jump-scared Lucas and even the Doctor at every opportunity.

Charlotte has a minor hobby collecting jewelry

Knack grows to refer to Charlotte as “Mom.” He was very excited to learn that having a mom was an option for him.

Any friends or lovers Charlotte made during her time among goblins were cut off from contact by Gundahar. This was shortly after he moved her to live in his castle.

Ryder tries to be a stoic kind of guy, but it’s easy to tell when he’s upset because his face reddens, especially around his eyes.

Charlotte picked up sewing and sometimes makes Knack and Lucas new outfits.

Somewhat early on, Lucas learns to interpret Knack when he’s little and talks to the Doctor for him.

Deflecting is Knack’s favorite move.

Lucas often spoke to Knack’s dormant orb. Not in the way that he expected a response, but more like how a doctor would explain what he’s doing to his patients.

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katacanons · 2 years

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hii i love a good love letter event. may i have a nsfw letter from kid to an old lover who has left to pursue their own thing? and could it be addressed to gloria pls! thank you!!

Hi Ares!!! thanks for the request. this is the first time I've ever written Kid but I hope you enjoy it. I had a lot of fun writing this! 💜

Kid x fem! OC character

WARNING: Kid and Gloria, a bounty hunter, are former lovers. They haven't seen each other in a while but Kid's curiosity gets the best of him when he sees her in the newspaper. Kid is a little bitter (and a lot jealous), some pining within

Canonverse, Minors and ageless blogs DO NOT INTERACT⚠️

CW: NSFW. SMUT. Toxic relationship. Possessiveness. Marking. Unprotected sex. Degradation. humilation (?), name-calling, implied pet play, friends with benefits, open relationship, cursing, spanking, choking, so many other kinks, etc. Low-key stalking

Word count: 680

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

Fox,

What is this I’ve been hearing you’re an actress now?

I was having a fine morning til I got the papers with your face right on the front page.

You may fool the World Government but I know those jewelry when I see them. I know because I made them

“Geneva: Aphrodite Reborn” Has a nice ring to it. Has bounty hunting finally bored you? You never did like commitment

But it sounds a little desperate even for you, don’t you think?

Huh. Way to make things interesting, Gloria

Do those guys you’re with know where those piercings came from? I wonder if they know that you think of me whenever they suck on them

Do they know how you cried like a baby when I pushed the metal through your plump skin?

How you cried and gagged when I pushed my cock deep in your warm, needy throat?

How you got goosebumps whenever I held your body in place at the workshop all naked?

How you sweetly suggested to wear a metal collar so I can choke you with it with my powers?

How you moaned whenever I ate your little hole out, always so fucking wet and tight and delicious for me? Do you miss my taste, fox? You always seemed too eager to please when it was just the two of us

How you begged me to fill you up nice and swell with my cum, not caring if it’s in your mouth or cunt so long as it’s inside?

How you’d greet me every night by being on all fours at the bed, chest down, ass up with nothing but that fucking thong

That stupid fucking thong you left as the only goodbye the day you disappeared

You were always a tease. Is this one of your games, Gloria?

I wonder if those men know how at the end of every session you’d be too fucked out to clean yourself, my cum marking every inch of your body

How we’d fuck for hours on end we’d lose track of time?

How you’d laugh as you bounced off my cock, lewd sounds coming out of your mouth and pussy, chasing your high. Clawing at my chest while your hot cunt convulsed around me… Dammit

I still have the scars to prove it

How your little mouth would suck at my fingers so damn hard just so the whole crew wouldn’t hear you scream my name outta sheer pleasure? Which I told you was useless when everyone could hear the bed knocking against the wall anyway

Don’t tell me you don’t miss being filled up until I can see that bulge on your stomach as I fucked you raw and rough that your legs gave out? I had to carry you to the tub a dozen times

How I took such good care of you afterwards?

We may have fought all too often for my liking but even you’d be lying if you said our sex life wasn’t fucking fantastic

It’s no use trying to make me jealous, I already know how much you want to see me. Why else would you fucking pull off this stunt?

Funny. You were always so cold at one point I even convinced myself you didn’t have a heart to begin with. But this is low even for you

By the looks of it, it seems like you forgot all our happy memories. Maybe I’ll forgive you if you can keep up with me

All I need is a day to track you down. Anyone who wants to get in my way can go to hell. I won’t believe anyone til I hear the truth from you. I just know you can’t lie to me, not when you’re too busy being too blissed out from pleasure underneath me. My good little “Aphrodite"

Let me be so kind to remind you again of our fun times. You can just thank me in person with your mouth

I wanna see if your perky little nipples still have those rings on ‘em

I’ll find you

Kid

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bbyboybrock--archived · 4 years

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Birthday Surprise (Colby Brock Imagine)

Summary: *REQUEST* If you’re doing request I had this idea because my birthday is literally a few days before jakes. What if the reader is dating colby and he and Tara teamed up to do a joint party for reader and jake 🥺 and like there could be a video message thing like how sam and Tara did it for colby and then how she did it for jakes

Written: 2020

Word Count: 1,730

Warnings: swearing, minor fluff

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I let the sun hit my masked face. Not to sound too dramatic, but I forgot how it felt to have the sun on my face and be outside of the house. To have my hair blown by the wind, with whatever little windy moments there are in Los Angeles. I missed this, and if this the only thing I get for my birthday, I’ll be okay with that. Colby already has done more than enough for me. Maybe he feels bad that we got to celebrate his birthday the traditional way before the world shut down. But he woke me up early this morning to head to the beach to watch the sunrise and have breakfast. Now we’re in the Descanso Gardens, walking around and taking in the sights. I think he went out of his way to find things to do that wouldn’t be too crowded. I think he mentioned that we were going to get lunch here later.

“Look, babe, a deer!” Colby whispers excitedly.

I follow Colby’s finger to where a baby deer is trying to eat. I pull my phone out to take a picture. Colby’s been taking photos and videos all day. He’s probably clogging everything to kill two birds with one stone: he’ll have a video for Friday and a cute video for us to look back to.

“This is the best birthday ever. Thank you, Colbs.” I kiss Colby, through our masks, and continue our walk.

“Well, the birthday surprises aren’t done yet. I haven’t even given you your present yet. “

“You don’t have to give me anything else. Just being able to get out of the house for the day and do what we used to normally do, even just once, is enough. I think if I stayed inside the confines of our place I think I would have lost my shit.” I joke.

“Yeah, you’re my girlfriend and it’s your twenty-second birthday, I have to spoil you. You spoiled me for my birthday, it’s only fair. Even if we can’t do much right now. Now let me spoil you, damn it!” Colby tugs my arm to pull me deeper into the gardens.

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“The chaos twins are back together,” Colby says when he sees Jake and Tara walking towards us. That’s our whole friend group's nickname for Jake and me.

We’re not literal twins, but we may as well be, we share the same birthday. Plus, whenever we’re together, we caused a whole lot of chaos. One time we played a game of pool volleyball so intensely that we broke a window and set the ball on fire. Needless to say, we’re no longer allowed to hang out together unsupervised.

“Happy birthday Jake, what did you do?” I ask as I hug Jake.

“Hey, happy birthday! We went to breakfast, and then lunch on the beach! What did you two do?” Jake patted my head and ruffled my hair.

“We went to the beach too! Except, we went this morning and watched the sunrise and ate breakfast. And then Colby took me to Descanso Gardens and we explored and had lunch there. And now we’re home for what I assume is the cake? Colby hasn’t told me a single thing about today. He just dragged me places.” I turn back to my boyfriend who is talking to Tara secretly.

“Tara has been dragging me places too! Something smells sus. It smells fishy.”

“Psh, and they call us the chaos twins. Look at them, plotting behind our backs. Keeping us separated for most of the day. They couldn’t handle the double birthday chaotic energy.”

“Are you two ready to go inside yet?” Colby says, clapping his hands like he’s a teacher ready trying to get our attention.

“This bitch…” I gasp. I watch my boyfriend in disbelief. The audacity he has to rush me like I was the one to make us stand outside.

Jake tugs me away from Colby and Tara because he could sense the amount of whoop-ass that I was about to unleash. He pulls me the front door. As Jake starts to open the door, I’m taken aback by the chorus of “surprise” that comes through the door. I step back out of fear and bump into Colby, who must have known that I would get scared and came behind me just in case.

“Happy birthday, Jake!” Someone says from inside.

“Where’s Y/N? I thought she was with you two.” Someone else says.

I poke my head in to see all of our friends standing in our house, waiting for a party. I know that our friend group is known for throwing surprise parties for our birthdays, but with the pandemic going on, I honestly just expected the roommates and maybe Kat, because she’s dating Sam, to be at the house. But this is better. Our group has taken quarantine seriously. Even with the partial lift, the only time we’ve gotten together was for working on stuff like the goof juice music videos and other stuff. We haven’t hung out in a group like this in a while. To see the whole group, minus Mike because things are still weird with him, Xepher, and Griffin, warms my heart.

“I’m right here, I was just… surprised.” I walk inside to see some people who I haven’t hung out with in a while. I spot Jake in the corner of my eye wearing a red feather boa and red party hat. Devyn walks towards me with a yellow boa and yellow hat. I put them on and start to greet everyone at the party. I stop for a second and Colby in the room and run to him.

“Thank you for this, I know you hate planning things.” I wrap my hands around him and bury my head in his chest.

“For you, I’d chase the sun. I’m just glad you’re having a good birthday. You’re having a good birthday, right?” Colby moves the party hat so he can rest his chin on my head. He wraps his arms around me, the camera in his hand slightly presses into my back.

“I’m having the best birthday. I love you, Colby.” I push my head up and give him a quick kiss.

“I love you too, Y/N. Now go enjoy your party. And please, can you and Jake not start a fire or something. We haven’t lived here for a year yet.” Colby smacks my butt to send me off.

Throughout the party, I noticed both Tara and Colby walking around and talking to people with their cameras. They’re both vlogging, the party, I guess. That might not be the best idea because of the pandemic, but maybe they know what they’re doing. Jake and I have both been yelled at if we got too close to them while they were filming.

Kevin started a game of beer pong. Jake and I teamed up and went against Kevin and Reggie. Everything was pretty chill until we started the game. Before, everyone was spread out of the house, but now, they’re watching Jake and I win. I throw the last ball perfectly into Kevin’s cup and high five Jake. I only win if I’m playing for fun, if it’s a competition and there is a prize, I fail.

“Everyone in the kitchen!” Colby yells. We make our way to the kitchen where Colby and Tara are standing with cakes. Tara is holding a bundt cake with vertical lines of white frosting and red “22” candles. Colby is holding a small chocolate cake with yellow “22” candles.

“Happy birthday to you…” Everyone starts singing as Jake and I get closer to our cakes. I stare more at Colby, who is smiling so hard that you can’t see his eyes. I like it when he smiles like that. He doesn’t do it often because he hates how he looks, but I love it.

“Make a wish, guys!” Tara says when the song ends.

I close my eyes and make three wishes. First, I wished for infinite days with Colby like we had today. Then I wished for the pandemic to be over so I could spend more time with my friends like before. And finally, I wished for more crinkly eyed Colby smiles. I open my eyes and blow out the candles.

“That was a long-ass wish!” Someone shouted.

“That’s because I wished for me and my homies!” Jake explained. Everyone cheered and started getting in line for cake. Jake and I cut our own pieces and wait off to the side for everyone else. I watch Colby grab a piece of cake and walk towards me.

“Hey, wanna go sit outside for a bit?” He asks. With my mouth full of cake, I nod and take his hand.

Colby takes us to the backyard and sits by the pool. Everyone is still inside, eating. I don’t think they realized that we left yet. I take off my shoes and put my feet into the water. The cool water feels soothing.

“Okay, I’m giving you your birthday present now. But, I don’t want you to freak out over one of them.” Colby says as he pulls something out of his pocket.

“I won’t, but I already told you that you don’t have to get me anything.” I set my cake aside and fully face Colby.

“Shut up about that already. I wanted to get you something so I did. Here,” Colby takes my hand and places two small boxes in it.

I open the first box and it’s one of those “my intent” bracelets, like his, but mine says “creative chaos” on it. In the other box is a skull pinky ring, also like his.

“Since you like stealing my jewelry while I’m wearing it, so I got you your own. Now we can match.” Colby says softly. He might be getting embarrassed by his mushiness. I quickly pull them out of the box and put them on.

“I love this. Thank you. This truly has been the best birthday. I love you, Colbs.” I kiss Colby on the cheek and place my head on his shoulder.

“I love you too, Y/N.” Colby gently grabs my chin and lifts my head up. He looks me in the eyes for a second and smiles, really smiles, and leans in.

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looniecartooni · 3 years

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@hawkasss‘s “Extremely Detailed Character Chart” applied to Tyki Mikk from D Gray Man-

Character Chart

Character’s full name: Tyki Mikk

Reason or meaning of name: “First Man” and “One who is like God?” possibly signifying his deeper connection with the Millenium Earl

Character’s nickname: Tyki-pon by The Millenium Earl

Reason for nickname: Not very clear. Kind of a silly “pet” name or close friend name. He isn’t much of a fan of it and it was only used once.

Birth date: December 25th, same as the main character’s adoption date

Physical appearance

Age: 27

How old does he/she appear: Definitely in his twenties

Weight: 150 lbs (currently)

Height: 6ft 2

Body build: Fairly muscular, but pretty average

Shape of face: Round, kind of a pointed chin

Eye color: Gold like most Noah

Glasses or contacts: When in his human form he wears glasses he found in the trash to hide his eyes and face mole. Doesn’t appear to need them though.

Skin tone: Usually pale, but became more tan after the showdown on the ark. In Noah form (depending on the interpretation) dark tan or gray

Distinguishing marks: Left eye has a tiny mole under it. Also has scars on his body.

Predominant features: Curly hair, large smile

Hair color: Black

Type of hair: Uhh... short? For a while it was long. Mostly straight, but has a bit of a curl to it

Hairstyle: In his Noah form, usually pushed back leaving a large bushel of hair going down the back of his head. When his hair is long, he likes to tie it back or in a side ponytail

Voice: Not too deep, quite sexy for a chain smoker

Overall attractiveness: Very attractive. He was made to be attractive and succeeded both in the story and in the fandom’s eyes

Physical disabilities: Can’t be on his feet for too long after the ark incident

Usual fashion of dress: Tends to dress in scruffy work clothes with overalls when he’s human and in a fancy Victorian suit with a top hat and one of those weird scarf things I forgot the name of, but that’s sometimes replaced by a back tie

Favorite outfit: I’d say he likes the work clothes or just a plain shirt and pants

Jewelry or accessories: Has been seen wearing earrings on several occasions. He also carries a deck of cards to play poker when he wants. His body is also full of robotic, flesh eating butterflies

Personality

Good personality traits: Kind, helpful, gets concerned when someone he knows is in trouble (whether or not they’re his enemy), friendly to everyone, understanding mostly to people’s situations

Bad personality traits: Murderous intent, can snap when provoked the wrong way, able to be a bit too charming when he’s ready to attack, likes to scam people in poker

Mood character is most often in: He’s usually pretty calm and chill. He smiles a lot, but has a pretty chill demeanor. He get bothered by others a lot though so he tends to look bothered a lot too. He is also notoriously known for being confused all the time on many of the story elements that have yet to be explained

Sense of humor: Not really sure. He laughs when he’s nervous or excited. Perhaps when things don’t play out how he thought they would or when there’s irony in a situation

Character’s greatest joy in life: Being able to live a double life as a Noah and a human

Character’s greatest fear: Losing his sense of self to his Noah side probably

Why? What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil?: If he lost the ability to keep having a human side and no longer live a double life which may have already began to happen

Character is most at ease when: He’s in control, doing things right, understanding a situation, or hanging out with friends

Most ill at ease when: He’s losing or disappointing the Earl or something doesn’t seem safe. Or when people don’t listen to him

Enraged when: He isn’t able to get a task done

Depressed or sad when: He doesn’t know how to help the Earl

Priorities: Serve the Millenium Earl, eat fish, hang with friends, and play poker

Life philosophy: Life is more entertaining when there is two sides to it

If granted one wish, it would be: Probably to maintain control over his Noah side

Why? : Because he likes the ability to be a human too. He doesn’t want to lose that

Character’s soft spot: People missing their friends, people in pain, or needing time to themselves. Also his friend Eez. I also saw him kissing one of his butterflies once. He’s also concerned about the Earl’s feelings (and possibly others too)

Is this soft spot obvious to others?- Road and the Earl both notice his love for humans and wanting to hang with his friends, but mostly just acknowledge it and leave it be. His brother we learn about later doesn’t appear to be very understanding of Tyki’s love for living with street people and not preferring just to be of the upper-class of society.

Greatest strength: His kind heart and ability to observe

Greatest vulnerability or weakness: His obliviousness and anger

Biggest regret: Not killing the main character back when he was supposed to

Minor regret: Losing to the main character in a game of poker where the main character cheated

Biggest accomplishment: Telling the main character not to let the monsters inside of him control him. He has to be the one to show them who he wants to be. Not sure if it helped or he sees it as an accomplishment, but it was some pretty wise words for someone who seemed to be destined to be controlled by warring forces for the rest of his possibly short life.

Minor accomplishment: Getting out of doing Road’s homework that time he was given the task to kill the main character

Past failures he/she would be embarrassed to have people know about: Not killing Allen

Why?- People made fun of him for it and it made him look like a failure

Character’s darkest secret: He lives a double life

Does anyone else know?- It appears the Noah are well aware of it

Goals

Drives and motivations: Being able to see his friends again, protecting the Millenium Earl, poker, and food

Immediate goals: Capture “the Noah reaper”, keep the 14th Noah away from the Earl while figuring out who he is, and find out who Mana is

Long term goals: Keep the Earl safe and find out who the 14th and Mana are while maintaining control

How the character plans to accomplish these goals: Unsure. Probably by interrogation of other characters and more fighting.

How other characters will be affected: The Earl wants to see the 14th and the truth may be the thing that breaks him or the main character.

Past

Hometown: Somewhere in Portugal probably

Type of childhood: Most likely on the streets as an orphan, but we still don’t have any back story

Pets: Unknown

First memory: Unknown

Most important childhood memory: Unknown

Why: We don’t have a backstory yet!!!

Childhood hero: Probably the Millennium Earl. It’s implied he was taken in at a young age

Dream job: Anything as long as there’s food and he’s with his friends

Education: Never went to school, but was supposedly tutored by the Earl and helps with Road’s homework. He did learn how to write somewhere

Religion: Catholic most likely, given the story and who he’s with, but I could be wrong

Finances: Living by minimum Victorian lower-class wage or the Earl’s money (along with probably scammed poker items)

Present

Current location: His brother’s house maybe

Currently living with: Not really sure. Haven’t seen him with his friends, but we have seen him at his brother’s house a lot. His brother might have him trapped there

Pets: His brother has a dog

Religion: Whatever the Noah believe

Occupation: He was a miner with his friends. Not sure if that’s changed.

Finances: Brother or Earl’s money probably

Family

Mother: Unknown Relationship with her: Seriously Unknown

Father: Does the Earl count?

Relationship with him: He likes the Earl. Kind of scared and impressed with him. Occasionally embarrassed by him

Siblings: Older brother

Relationship with them: Tolerated to a degree, but tends to feel uncomfortable around him for... reasons. They do talk and I think have a form of care. They don’t quite understand eachother though

Spouse: None Relationship with him/her: Nothing yet

Children: He has a friend who is a child

Relationship with them: Tyki gets along with Teez pretty well, as well as his niece Road. His nephew can get annoying sometimes but he still cares for him.

Other important family members: Yet to be revealed

Favorites

Color: Image color is light blue and he has a light blue shirt so... Light blue? Maybe magenta or purple because of his butterflies, but that might be more of what the Earl likes. Wears a lot of black...

Least favorite color: Hasn’t expressed any hate for color that I know of

Music: Not sure

Food: Anything he eats with his friends, but he has a particular fondness for fish

Literature: Doesn’t read a lot

Form of entertainment: Poker, fishing, and hanging out with friends

Expressions: Eagerness???

Mode of transportation: Trains perhaps? So he can scam people- heheh... Might be the Ark though as he uses it pretty frequently. Probably more convenient

Most prized possession: Not entirely sure

Habits

Hobbies: Poker, fishing, and napping. He also likes collecting people he kills’s buttons and giving them to Teez

Plays a musical instrument? Be kind of fun if he did

Plays a sport? Fishing is a sport

How he/she would spend a rainy day: Playing poker, fishing (he definately would if it was pouring too), probably hanging out with friends or Noah family. Maybe take a nap

Spending habits: Food related probably

Smokes: Chain smoker

Drinks: He’s appeared to have drank Wine once or twice, but not really that often

Other drugs: I think he gets high on life and fighting

What does he/she do too much of?: Smoke, creative organ removing techniques

What does he/she do too little of?: Proper analying of sitations

Extremely skilled at: Combat, poker, fishing, and murder

Extremely unskilled at: Homework, defeating a 16 year old

Nervous tics: Puts hand on his face, chuckles

Usual body posture: Slups over when he’s relaxed, but actually keeps pretty good posture (probably instilled in him by the Earl and his brother)

Mannerisms: Calm, confidence, easy going

Peculiarities: You feel at ease around him which also makes you feel uneasy because you just know, even though he’s nice or acting nice, he most likely has something up his sleeve.

Traits

Optimist or pessimist?: Optimist. Seems to believe he has the high ground or people will comply to what he offers

Introvert or extrovert? Introvert. Likes to be alone or with a small group of individuals. Also not a fan of people being clingy (he’s like a cat. Don’t go to him, let him come to you)

Daredevil or cautious? Daredevil with a sense of caution. He doesn’t always think things through, but he does keep his guard up mostly. When he lets his guard down, bad things happen

Logical or emotional? Emotional. Worries about peoples feelings and does what makes him excited. Doesn’t always use logic, but he likes a good challenge

Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? Disorderly I think

Prefers working or relaxing? Relaxing

Confident or unsure of himself/herself? Mostly confident, but he has been unsure on himself and situations before. When he’s too confident, he’s most vulnerable

Animal lover? Seems like one

Self-perception

How he/she feels about himself/herself: Seems to like their life

One word the character would use to describe self: Interesting

One paragraph description of how the character would describe self: I doubt he’d want to write a paragraph about it

What does the character consider his/her best personality trait?: His charm

What does the character consider his/her worst personality trait?: His cluelessness or lack of perception

What does the character consider his/her best physical characteristic?: His “choose” ability

What does the character consider his/her worst physical characteristic?: Not sure. His hair being too long? Or being “handsome”? Kind of seems to be bothered by that.

How does the character think others perceive him/her: Trustworthy or lazy

What would the character most like to change about himself/herself: Probably how he looks. He already managed to get a hair cut and straighter hair

Relationships with others

Opinion of other people in general: He’s clueless but handsome and interesting

Does the character hide his/her true opinions and emotions from others? Sometimes, but seems pretty expressive in a simplistic sense. That was hindered a little by becoming a Noah

Person character most hates: Apocrypos and possibly the 14th

Best friend(s): Eez, Momo, and Clark

Love interest(s): None that have appeared so far

Person character goes to for advice: Road

Person character feels responsible for or takes care of: Eez, The Millenium Earl, occasionally the main character, seems to instinctually know how to handle his brother, the Earl when he feels like he made him upset, whoevr puts him under pressure

Person character feels shy or awkward around: his brother when said brother is upset

Person character openly admires: His friends and The Earl

Person character secretly admires: I think he’s secretly impressed by the main character’s tenacity, but I could be wrong (no- I do not ship them)

Most important person in character’s life before story starts: His friends and The Earl

After story starts: The Earl and figuring out who the 14th is

#d gray man #boy that took a long time!#dgm tyki #tyki mikk

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ssvgawara · 4 years

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Haikyuu boys and some oddly specific crime they’d commit

a/n: I come back and the first thing I write is a shitpost!! enjoy </3 tw for drugs, murder, alcohol and general crime committing xoxo

Karasuno

Daichi- he’s a cop sorry that’s all there is to it man

Suga- Suga has multiple charges of 1st-degree murder against him but they can’t seem to find his identity so he continues committing murder and will continue until he gets caught or ends up murdering enough people to be put in a position of power

Asahi- everyone is probably like “Oh Asahi is innocent” NO. He has learned that his slightly scary face will let him get away with a lot, he is buying alcohol illegally because he looks old enough to, and he’s buying so much other shit and just getting away with it

Nishinoya- This man gives fucking pimp vibes I can just see him in the big leopard print fur coat with a pretty girl in his lap and he calls himself big poppa but no one else will

Tanaka- Drug dealer vibes, probably runs an entire fucking drug ring with his sister and not just a Lil weed these mfkas have the hard shit too like you could probably buy meth from them, he’s not using it but it’s good business

Ennoshita, Kinoshita, and Narita- They literally rob a bank they have an entire scheme and get away with multiple bank robberies and this goes on for MONTHS

Kageyama- We know he’s volleyball smart but otherwise he’s so mfing stupid and I love him for it but he is a chronic shoplifter. Just picks something up and takes it, has walked out of a store without paying for an entire bed set once and got away with it somehow so idk props to him

Hinata- He is the little guy in any heist situation, he fits anywhere so he can sneak in and out the best, he gave himself the stupid ass code name tiny giant but everyone goes with it because somehow he is the best

Tsukishima- armed robbery, but he doesn’t have a gun just a knife like he’s tall and as an attitude, a knife will get him whatever he needs he doesn’t need the gun

Yamaguchi- He runs a catfishing scheme where he pretends to be a naive girl, scams old men out of their money, and then ghosts them and I think it’s what he deserves let him carry on especially because no one would believe it’s him. Also not really like a crime crime but still a crime in a way

Kiyoko- She kills men and I know it, Queen Kiyoko ending the patriarchy one shitty man at a time like she only kills men who deserve it bc some have rights.

Yachi- She’s too anxious to commit an in-person crime so she does a lot of cybercrime, hacking government databases and releasing info to the people, truly the anonymous we deserve

Saeko- She’s running that drug ring with Tanaka, and she loves it because there’s a thrill to it even though yknow she’s dealing literal meth but like its fine plus she loves rocking people’s shit when they get too handsy, which bring me to my next point underground MMA Saeko, like the illegal one with no rules yeah <3

Ukai- this man probably sells all kinda shit to minors that he shouldn’t he is so unbothered a 7-year-old could probably walk in ask for a pack of camels and get them and leave before he noticed what was going on.

Takeda- Did y’all see how scared Hinata was when Takeda gave him that lecture? This dude could kidnap someone and scare them into giving all the information he needed, a legend truly

Aoba Johsai

Oikawa- took steroids one time. And of course in sports, that’s not allowed. But he only did it once and regretted it for months afterward. Never told anyone and was just relieved he didn’t have to piss in a cup and have someone find out.

Matsukawa- Without hesitation, I know this man takes dead people’s bones and sells them on the internet. Has dubbed himself the bone man and he feels so much power when someone buys a femur or sumn. It’s kinda funny honestly he has a hoard of bones to sell, his fave is the pelvis.

Hanamaki- He’s in between jobs because he stole money from his last job, like he said he was sorry he just needed a little extra for gas but was sad to find out that’s a literal crime and he was laundering money.

Iwaizumi- he’s a street racer, like the fast and furious style and it’s so sexy of him like late-night races ugh to be in an expensive fast car with him where he has one hand on my thigh okay that’s enough of that.

Kunimi- Look me in the eye and tell me he does not do drugs. He does and if you don’t believe me you are wrong and I will fight you on this one.

Kyotani- If there is a crime he will commit it for fun. Like he will do it with no hesitation. He has a record longer than twilight and I’m not sure how he is not in prison actually nvm he escaped and is a wanted criminal lol

Shiritorizawa

Ushijima- Assault, he just reeks of getting into bar fights when he’s absolutely wasted. Like he most likely didn’t start it but he will be finishing it

Tendou- grave robbing, he just goes into the cemetery picked the oldest plots, and gets to digging. Has made thousands on dead people jewelry and probably won’t get caught, like besides the groundskeeper there’s no security he will never stop.

Semi- he breaks copyright laws on the daily. He’s sampling music in his all the time but he’s doing it so sneakily it’s fine its what deserves stream his band on Spotify right now,

Shirabu- His bangs are criminal enough. No, but he has stolen drugs from the hospital before he just wanted to try the Xanax, and yeah he could just write himself a prescription for it nut like it’s so easy to just go get some and no report it so that’s what he did.

Goshiki- y’all want me to say arson don’t you?? Fine. He commits arson multiple times and kills 7 people with fire before getting arrested and he doesn’t even feel bad so in prison he probably fucking runs a gang he is crazy.

Nekoma

Kuroo- he is a capitalist and class traitor and that’s crime enough I don’t care is he’s attractive or rich, He commits crimes daily by just existing but I still love him anyway.

Kai- Could not commit a crime he just wants to garden and live his life. Jk there’s at minimum one body in that garden let him kill a man he deserves it just let him have one dead body

Yaku- he keyed someone’s car once just because they pissed him off. Was it kuroo? Yes. But that’s fine because he also keyed Lev’s car but blamed lev for keying kuroo’s and Kuroo for keying Lev’s. He just wants to watch the world burn.

Kenma- cyberbullying but man he is mean. Like no bars held we will dig into every insecurity he can and that shit hurts and he doesn’t even feel bad about it he will just be as mean as he can if you’re not careful

Lev- his crime is being tall and dumb also doesn’t understand the economy and prints counterfeit money because why can’t we print more money? The government should get on that.

Inuoka- He released all the animals from a zoo, like snuck in one night and just let them all free, I’m surprised the tiger didn’t eat him but hey the animals are free, there’s still some missing uh oh he’s very proud of himself for it. After the rush, he starts sneaking into shelters and freeing all the dogs and cats

Yamamoto and Fukunaga- Have egged a house before, it was Kuroo’s he deserves all this bullying and you can’t stop me.

Date Tech

Aone- Criminal Conspiracy, sure he had an entire foolproof plan to get away with the perfect crime but someone found out, and now his plans are ruined, damn </3 and no one ever suspects the quiet guy either.

Futakuchi- Having a prostitute, he just wanted some company like mans is lonely so he paid a girl to just spend a Lil time with him it’s all good.

Fukurodani

Bokuto- I know we all haha funny laugh at tax evader bokuto and sure maybe he evades his taxes but he’s also committed vehicular manslaughter, he cannot drive and has killed someone with his car maybe even multiple someones but he always drives off in a panic because he doesn’t know what else to do.

Akaashi- Hasn’t actively committed a crime but has been an accomplice in every vehicular manslaughter Bokuto has committed why the fuck does he keep letting bokuto drive? He really needs to stop that.

Konoha- A master scammer he is so convincing everyone gives him money even if they’re a little sus because he’s just that good each scheme is so convincing.

Inarizaki

Kita- He grows weed, you can’t tell me those rice fields are just for rice he’s got all this space he is growing marijuana and selling it, let him do it I want him to be my plug.

Atsumu- "What is my perfect crime? I break into Tiffany's at midnight. Do I go for the vault? No, I go for the chandelier. It's priceless. As I'm taking it down, a woman catches me. She tells me to stop. It's her father's business. She's Tiffany. I say no. We make love all night. In the morning, the cops come and I escape in one of their uniforms. I tell her to meet me in Mexico, but I go to Canada. I don't trust her. Besides, I like the cold. Thirty years later, I get a postcard. I have a son and he's the chief of police. This is where the story gets interesting. I tell Tiffany to meet me in Paris by the Trocadero. She's been waiting for me all these years. She's never taken another lover. I don't care. I don't show up. I go to Berlin. That's where I stashed the chandelier."

Osamu- resisting arrest. He just said no and ran. Granted he shouldn’t have punched the cop in the first place to have to be arrested but like that’s not the point here.

Aran- accidental child abandonment, like he just forgot he was babysitting and left the kid alone for like a day. He felt terrible but he still forgot the kid and now is fearful of parenthood

Suna- owns an illegal weapon, like he just never registered it and keeps it around and would use it if needed Suna please just point the weapon at me maybe

Others

Terushima- Graffiti, he loves painting on the walls of buildings and tagging them, has so much spraypaint and his day isn’t complete if he doesn’t tag at least one building or train car.

Daishou- Public intoxication- he got a little too fucked up and stripped on the street he will forever have to live with everyone knowing he has an ass tattoo like damn bruh

Sakusa- Perjury he simply wanted to get out of court so he said some shit so he could leave granted he lied under oath but whatever, did they ever find out? No, so he’s fine and he’d do it again if it meant he could leave faster. Like sure he was a witness to a murder but bruh he pretends he does not see.

Hoshihumi- driving without a license he simply thought you didn’t need one because why do you need a piece of plastic to say you can drive a car like??? Just know how to drive it.

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musings-from-mars · 3 years

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@nuts-and-dolts-week - Day 8: Bonus Day!

For Bonus Day, with some inspiration from the FS discord, I gave myself a little challenge to create a story that somehow integrates every prompt for Nuts and Dolts Week! And this is the result!

This has been such a fun event to be a part of, and not only that, this is the first ship week I’ve ever completed! That may not be a huge accomplishment but I’m still super happy 🥰 Thank you to Bio for running this event and to everyone who created content for it, you’re all so talented and sensational!

You can read all my other NnD Week submissions on AO3, maybe kudo and comment if you are so inclined~ Hope you enjoy, thank you so much for reading!

Nuts and Dolts Week 2021 Stories - MusingsFromMars on AO3

Tomorrow they would graduate from Beacon, but tonight, they would have one more picnic in the Emerald Forest.

With a basket full of food and treats in the crook of her elbow, Ruby walked along with Penny down the familiar hillside trail, hiking into the forest towards what they had begun to call Their Spot. The sun at this point was almost set, bathing the partly cloudy sky with a bright orange hue. An evening picnic might have been unusual to most, but to the couple of soon-to-be huntresses, it was perfect.

Since this would be the last time they’d have a picnic like this together, they both went all-out with their preparations. Penny had dressed in her favorite white flowery dress and sun hat, and even had cute sparkly pink lip gloss, eyeliner, and green eyeshadow (all courtesy of Belladonna Cosmetic Services). Ruby had gone even more formal, wearing a white button-up, black suspenders and bow tie, and a red skirt. Weiss had remarked to her that this was a bit much for a picnic, but Ruby assured her that this was perfect for the occasion. Weiss couldn’t be blamed for not knowing all of her plans, after all. In fact, no one else knew what Ruby was planning for this evening.

Tucked securely in her shirt pocket was a small velvet drawstring pouch. Inside it was a ring, Penny’s ring. Ruby had made it herself. Even though her area of expertise was weapons crafting and not jewelry design, she was happy with how it turned out. She even felt confident that Penny would love it, too. Ruby had made it with her in mind, after all. And tonight would be the night that she would give it to Penny and ask her to marry her.

Ruby felt oddly calm about her plan right now. She had imagined herself being really nervous and unable to keep quiet about her plan for long, but now that they were on their way to the very spot she would propose, Ruby felt confident and at ease. Maybe that was the effect Penny had on her. Ruby always felt more comfortable whenever Penny was nearby. It was as if seeing her happy and safe was enough to put everything in perspective. How bad could a problem be if Penny were there for her?

Once they arrived at Their Spot, Penny unfurled the blanket she’d had tucked under her arm, spreading it out over the grass. From here, the thick treeline blocked out the setting sun, leaving them surrounded by soft shadows and gentle warm hues from the dusk sky.

This was all routine by this point. Penny would lay out the blanket, they’d both sit down and open the basket, and Ruby would start munching away at a sandwich while Penny made some tea (using a kettle, the water they packed, and her ability to hold anything in her hand and superheat it, of course). Penny enjoyed making tea this way because it made it easy to smell the complex aromas. While Penny’s tech advancements still didn’t allow her to taste, she at least had made a breakthrough and could now smell things, and tea was one of her favorites. “I am brewing lavender chamomile,” Penny said to Ruby. “It is the tea we had together the first time we had a picnic here.”

Ruby finished her bite of sandwich and smiled. “I love how you can remember little details like that.”

“I remember most everything,” Penny said. “Though our first picnic is certainly easy to recall. It was a lovely occasion.”

“Besides us starting a minor forest fire with Weiss’ electric kettle,” Ruby recounted with a laugh.

“And that is why we use this method now.” Penny nodded to the kettle, holding its underside. “It is much less dangerous.”

“Yeah, I shouldn’t be trusted around hot surfaces,” Ruby said with a giggle, then took another bite of sandwich. “Do you…” She began, but recalled her manners and swallowed her food before continuing. “Do you remember our first date?”

“Of course,” Penny said with a grin. “The one you essentially had to force me to go on.”

“I didn’t force you, did I?” Ruby asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I was certainly nervous about raising the ire of General Ironwood,” she recalled. “But I am quite thankful you did convince me to go to the arcade with you, even if the General was cross with me.”

“You got so many tickets!” Ruby remembered.

“The patterns and rhythms of those arcade machines were not very sophisticated. They were easily exploited for maximum payout.”

“I still have that big plush frog we got as a prize somewhere,” Ruby remembered. “What did we call him?”

“Mister Bumpy Butt.”

“Mister Bumpy Butt!” Ruby said with a grin. “Because he had—”

“—bumps on his butt!” Penny finished for her.

“I still say he should talk to his frog doctor about that,” Ruby joked.

“Indeed, butt bumps could be a sign of underlying illness.”

Ruby snorted and laughed, leaning over and lying her head on Penny’s shoulder. “Gods, we’re so weird.”

“Yes, but I enjoy being weird with you,” Penny replied, smiling as she leaned her cheek against the top of Ruby’s head.

“As do I,” Ruby agreed.

As Ruby took another bite of sandwich, Penny’s kettle began to whistle, and she retrieved two mugs from the basket. One mug already had a few sugar cubes sitting in the bottom. That was Ruby’s mug, of course. Penny filled both with hot tea and handed one to her. No matter what kind of tea it was, Ruby always had to drink it with sugar (much to Weiss’ and Blake’s horror). She took a careful sip and hummed happily. “Perfect as always, Penny.”

“Why thank you,” Penny beamed and set the empty kettle aside. She cradled her mug with both hands and enjoyed the smell of the tea as steam floated from the mug and into the air. She watched as Ruby sipped her tea, then asked, “Do you remember about a couple years before we met properly in Vale, you had accidentally met me when I was still in development at Atlas Academy?”

Ruby’s eyes went wide, and she had to make sure to swallow her tea lest she choke on it before answering, “I almost forgot all about that!”

Penny grinned and nodded. “You know, my father almost deleted that conversation from my memory for fear of ‘contamination,’ but then figured he had advanced my software far enough to the point that my interaction with you might be beneficial. And it turns out it was!”

“How so?” Ruby asked curiously, sipping her tea a bit more carefully.

“I think back to that meeting, and the way I remember it, from that day forward I had so much confidence when meeting new people. I admit, it took me a while to really understand that I might have been, well...forward with new acquaintances, but I think because you, the first ‘stranger’ I ever met, were so nice to me, it made me so optimistic about meeting new people.” She smiled at Ruby. “And that’s why I have so many friends now. All thanks to you.”

“Thanks to me and my insatiable curiosity,” Ruby added with a giggle. “But that’s honestly really sweet. I’m glad I ran into laptop you all those years ago.”

“That laptop was not the most aesthetically pleasing chassis to inhabit. I mean, I had very little physical self-awareness at that point, but looking back on it…”

“Yeah, you’re way sexier now,” Ruby joked.

“Precisely!” Penny agreed wholeheartedly, once again making Ruby laugh.

The sun had fully set by now, and stars began to dot the dark blue sky. The daytime warmth still lingered, but a gentle breeze began to slowly whisk it away.

“Ruby, look at me.”

Ruby blinked and looked her way, surprised by the suddenness of her request. “Huh?”

Penny only stared at her in the face, not offering an explanation. A few seconds later, she smiled and nodded. “Yep. Quite similar indeed.”

“What?” Ruby asked.

“Your eyes,” Penny said. “They look so similar to the moon when it is dark out.” She looked over Ruby’s shoulder. “But I have never gotten to make a side-by-side comparison until now.”

Ruby turned and looked the same way and saw the shattered moon. It had been just behind her head from Penny’s view. Ruby giggled and looked back at her girlfriend. “You’re so sweet.”

Penny smiled wide, her green eyes practically glowing with happiness.

“You know,” Ruby began, leaning a bit closer to Penny. “I don’t think I could compare your eyes to anything.”

Penny tilted her head to the side a bit. “Oh? How come?”

“I’ve never seen anything like them. They’re just so bright and shiny and green.”

Penny blinked, then her cheeks glowed a faint green. “You mean my eyes are incomparable?”

Ruby hadn’t realized her own romantic turn of phrase, but she smiled and nodded. “Yeah, exactly! There’s nothing in the world quite like your pretty eyes.”

Penny smiled, then leaned forward and kissed Ruby’s cheek. “You are so sweet.” Then her eyes went wide, noticing something else behind Ruby. “Oh, the fireflies!”

Ruby gasped and turned her head quickly, and sure enough, the night’s first lightning bugs were beginning to emerge, darting about and glowing. More and more appeared, blinking in a constant array of light like a visual symphony.

“It has been so long since we have seen so many,” Penny said with delight. “Oh, I am so happy they appeared tonight. You know it is almost as if they knew this was our last picnic here, because at this time of year their numbers typically begin to dwindle due to the changes in weather…”

Penny was once again infodumping about insects and Ruby’s heart swelled with a familiar adoration. She wanted to kiss her so bad, but that would mean interrupting Penny as she talked about the temperature preferences of flying bugs. She held off her desire to tackle her into the grass and pepper her face with kisses until later. In the meantime, she set her tea aside and propped her elbows on her knees, all while watching those aforementioned incomparable eyes as they followed the flights of nearby fireflies as she continued.

It wasn’t until a few minutes later that Penny’s voice began to trail away, and she turned to look at Ruby. “Oh, I have been talking for quite some time, huh?”

“Yeah, but I like listening to you talk about fireflies, Firefly,” Ruby said softly with a smile, still with her hands under her chin, still resting her elbows on her knees.

Penny chuckled bashfully. “They are just such fascinating creatures.”

“Hey Penny?”

“Hm?” Penny turned, her eyes meeting Ruby’s again. With the moon reflecting off her eyes, they almost seemed to shine.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” Penny smiled gently.

Ruby reached out and took Penny’s hand in hers, then took a moment to look around. “Uhm, here.” She got to her feet, still holding Penny’s hand. “This way.”

Penny stood and followed as Ruby led her off the picnic blanket and onto the grass. They walked through the grass a few steps, fireflies floating about them as if used to their presence. Ruby stopped and faced Penny.

Her heart was pounding in her chest, and despite the slowly falling temperatures outside, she was beginning to feel a little hot under her button-up. Here was the nervousness she expected to feel earlier, springing up just as she was about to do what this entire evening was leading to. She took a breath and fidgeted a bit with her bow tie.

“Are you okay?” Penny asked quietly, still holding one of Ruby’s hands.

“I’m...great,” Ruby said. It sounded like a lie, but it wasn’t. She felt anxious, sweaty, and absolutely fantastic all at once. “Penny, I… I have something to ask you. It’s important.”

Penny nodded, giving her her full attention.

Ruby took a breath and nodded. “Penny, when I told you that you are a real girl, I meant it. That day in that alleyway in Vale, I could see how unsure you were, how scared you were. And yet, when I assured you that you’re as real to me as I am to you, you believed me. I could definitely tell how happy that moment made you feel from how hard you hugged me, but...it made me happy, too. To know that I had said something to make you feel real…” Oh no, tears. Not now, tears. “And you believed me.”

Penny stepped a little closer and nodded. “Of course I believed you.”

Ruby smiled, but she willed herself to continue. “Then that day when I thought you were going back to Atlas. I was so scared because I wasn’t sure if I’d ever get to see you again. I ran to find you, and I confessed to you right then and there that I loved you, that I couldn’t let you leave because I knew that you wanted to stay just as much as I wanted you to stay. And…” She was losing her fight against her tears, one escaping and running down her cheek as a smile grew on her face. “I said I love you. And...you believed me.”

“Of course I believed you,” Penny said again with a soft chuckle. She lifted her hand and gently wiped away Ruby’s tears. “I have loved you since the day we became friends.”

Ruby nodded and sniffed. “So have I.” She wiped at her own face, doing her best to compose herself. She wanted to get this moment exactly right. “And now we’re here tonight, for like the hundred-dozenth time. And…” She stared at Penny for a second, taking in a deep breath. She let it out slowly, then reached into her shirt pocket and pulled out the pouch. Penny’s eyes followed as Ruby loosened the drawstring, flipped the pouch over, and let a ring roll from the bag and into her hand. It was a shiny bronze color, with red and green gems embedded in a zigzag configuration all around the circumference. Ruby pocketed the pouch and held the ring between her thumb and index finger. She looked up at Penny and saw her eyes were wide, as if she were slowly beginning to understand.

“Ruby…?”

“And now I’m asking you to marry me,” Ruby said, chuckling with a grin. “Can you believe that?”

“Ruby…” Penny covered her mouth with her hand.

Ruby got down on one knee, holding the ring up to her. Her nerves were gone, replaced only with a blooming joy in her chest. She will never forget the look on Penny’s face at this very moment. “Penny, will you marry me?”

Penny proceeded to tackle hug her to the ground. Ruby grunted and laughed as her back hit the grass. “Yes!” Penny lied on top of Ruby and smiled down at her. “Yes, I will marry you, Ruby!” She kissed her, and Ruby hummed softly and wrapped her arms around Penny’s neck, deepening the kiss. Her nerves were a distant memory now. Now she felt like she was floating just like the fireflies around them, with the love of her life in her arms.

After their kiss, they both found their way back to their feet. Ruby was glad to have held tight to the ring both during and after getting tackled, and she smiled at Penny as she took her hand. “Well then,” she slipped the ring onto her, a perfect fit. “Just call me fiancée.”

Penny grinned and hugged her again, not tackling her but still squeezing tight. “I love you.”

Ruby hugged her back, happily sinking deeper into the embrace. “I love you too,” she whispered.

After reveling in this embrace for a while longer, Ruby opened her eyes and looked up, seeing the Beacon tower in the distance. In a lot of ways, this place had changed her life. She had fulfilled her dream of becoming a huntress and had made friends that she’d forever consider family. But at this very moment, she felt the most thankful for having met Penny. If coming to Beacon had changed her life, then meeting Penny was what made it brighter. She would never forget the years she spent here, but when it came to her and Penny, they had countless more memories to make in the future, together as real girls, as wives.

#rwby #nuts and dolts week 2021 #nuts and dolts week #nuts and dolts #fanfic update #ruby rose #penny polendina

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Jeweler Richard Fanbook Short Story #17

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Play of Color

Shaved ice.

A summer that everyone, from kids to adults, knew about. But how to say this in English? I’d never been taught that. Could I even say it to begin with?

The beautiful man responded clearly to my offhand doubts, “‘Shaved ice’. Other options such as ‘ice frost’ and ‘snow cone’ also go into the category, but if you are to to regard the context of ‘ice that was shaved’ as important, then I believe ‘shaved ice’ is appropriate.”

“I see, so it’s a direct translation for ‘ice that’s been shaved’. Got it... A-Aaah! Didn’t you put too much syrup? Ah—”

“I will add more ice.”

A rattling sound echoed through the jewelry shop, where there was nobody but the shopkeeper and his employee. Sitting on the tabletop was an ice shaving machine. As one would expect, we couldn’t commit the barbarianism of placing it directly on a glass table, so three cloths were stacked under the machine’s legs. It wasn’t the manual and nostalgic type but an electric one.

A customer had come over with a paper bag from a famous home appliances mass retailer and bought a glittering yellow diamond that they had reserved, but on this occasion, they ended up forgetting the bag from the electronics retail store. The shopkeeper immediately noticed it and contacted them by phone, but they were in the Narita Express, going straight to Bali for vacation. Apparently, they would only be coming back in the beginning of autumn. What luxury.

The customer who was heading to the southern island had casually said, “You can use it if you’d like—actually, please use it and tell me how it went”, then bid goodbye to Richard with a lighthearted voice and hung up. Inside the paper bag was a brand-new ice shaving machine. It also came with small syrup bags. Seven types of them. The mango, ramune, cola, lime and peach ones were a shock to me, as lived in a world of strawberry, melon and lemon ones. So people could enjoy even things like the pleasure of actually visiting stalls at home nowadays?

That was how we decided to choose at our own discretion a time on the following day when there were no reservations, and began holding a shaved ice party for just the two of us. However, when I said in a joking tone that I honestly never thought we’d really get to be the first ones to use something that a customer had forgotten, Mr. Richard Ranashinghe de Vulpian sighed grievously.

“After what happened yesterday, he contacted me to inform that he had arrived in Bali. He posted on social media, ‘I forgot my ice shaving machine, so I asked an acquaintance to try it out. I’m looking forward to it’, so it seems we need to take a video of the shaved ice as fast as possible. Think of this as also a kind of service.”

“There’s all sorts of jobs out there these days.”

Marketing that introduced new products on social media wasn’t something uncommon these days. But I heard that this sort of business was strict about many things, such as obligations and deadlines, so it might be serious stuff in its own way. I thought up until this point, but then my head whispered, “No, hold on” to me. If this was really the case, then bringing along an ice shaving machine immediately before going to Bali didn’t make any sense. Could it be...?

“Did that person leave this here on purpose? It’s clearly something that you can’t bring into an airplane and would get in the way during the trip.”

“That is possible. But it is not something for a single jeweler to judge. There is a possibility that they thought they would be able to enjoy shaved ice at a beach resort but were mistaken, and are now feeling down. Oh... oh, mgh...”

“Ah, the ice turned into water. Didn’t you put a tad too much syrup?”

“Nonsense. From the market price, it is obvious that the more syrup, the merrier.”

“You told that wholesaler who came to buy a ring with lots of decorative diamonds the other day that ‘more doesn’t equal better’, though.”

“Those are two different things,” he said in an eloquent, beautiful Japanese that sounded like it had been cut and trimmed, at which I prostrated myself with a “hahaa”.

Despite the force in his eyes being certain, he seemed to be having trouble putting an appropriate amount of syrup. When he put an abundant amount of the mango, ramune, cola, lime and peach ones all together, the ski slope-like white canvas turned into a color that looked like that of Shinjuku’s gutters during a downpour. Richard would surely call this shade of gray “smoky quartz” or something like that. The fluffy pile of ice was gone, leaving a sleet – or just plain water – in the glass bowl. It would’ve been fine if he had added them little by little, but on second thought, I was thinking this way because I was Japanese, so I was used to the way we added shaved ice syrup to some extent.

As the jeweler, not discouraged, put his bowl under the ice shaving machine, pressed the button and added more ice with crunchy noises, I called out to him, “Hey. Can you lend me that for a bit?”

“I do not mind.”

I took the bowl of water in my hands, adding the syrups of each type little by little. I felt like the jeweler was staring fixedly at me, like, “You’ll only use that tiny little bit of them? Seriously?” but I ignored him. As they said, the last drop makes the cup run over.

The result was...

“Tadaaah.”

A snowy mountain had changed its form into a richly colored shaved ice. I thought it was pretty good, if I could say so myself.

His eyelashes fluttering as he blinked for a moment, the gorgeous jeweler whispered, “Hoo. Excellent. Beautiful.”

“Well, being told that by someone who’s like an incarnation of the concept of beauty is flattering.”

“Ahem. Anyway, this color is extremely tasteful. It bears a close remembrance to ammolite.”

“‘Ammo... nite’?”

“Not ‘ni’, ‘li’. ‘Ammolite’. Ammolite is a gemstone that derivates from living creatures, of which the components obtain an iridescent effect during the many years of fossilization.” Saying this, Richard opened a video on his phone and handed it over to me. I exchanged it for the bowl of shaved ice as if it were an assembly-line system.

What appeared on-screen was a cross-section view of the ammonite. It was split vertically like a CT image taken at a hospital. The contents were a rainbow-colored stone that sparkled brightly. A gradation of red, green and yellow. It changed depending on what angle you looked at it. A while ago, when I heard about the opal, it was revealed to me that this kind of effect was called “play of color”. Still, to think that the inside of a shell could go through such a transition. There was too much depth to the things that happened in nature, and they were immeasurable.

“So can this be called... a stone too...?”

“This would be something that happened about forty years ago, but it was classified as a ‘gemstone’ by the Gemological Society of America. Of course, I do not think it should be pushed through, even if the costumer themselves happen to say that ‘this is a fossil’.”

It apparently depended on how you thought of it. Thinking back, this applied even to the general idea of gemstones.

I flicked the phone’s screen, head-over-heels for the prism-like shells that showed up one after another. Some people used them as pendants or brooches by processing the glittering part with gold.

“How pretty. Hey, do we also have ammolites here in Etrang... eh?”

“There is a possibility that we will one day. Something the matter?”

The beautiful jeweler had been scooping the shaved ice with a tiny spoon and eating it. He wasn’t eating it in a rushed way at all, but half of the iceberg was already gone. With perfect moderation, so that the proportion of the colors of the syrups that I had added one by one wouldn’t crumble.

“D-Did you like it that much?”

“I have never eaten shaved ice at Japanese stalls. Having a frozen desert in a refreshing place like this has a nostalgic air to it.”

He had never waged shaved ice at a stall. Did that mean he had eaten shaved ice at some fashionable shop? Probably not, I thought. A normal Japanese person wouldn’t eat shaved ice at that pace. The reason went without saying. This pace was – how should I put it? – dangerous.

“Richard, hey, listen well. Shaved ice is—”

“Why are you coming close?”

“I’m telling you something important. You have to eat shaved ice at a high pace.”

“But why are you shortening the distance between us? You are too close.”

“Don’t get hung up on minor stuff. More importantly, you already ate a lot of this shaved ice, right? Aren’t you tired of it? I can eat the rest.”

“It is terribly disconcerting to hear this from the father of this work of art, but I do not see any reason for that whatsoever, thus I humbly decline.”

“Aah! Don’t gulp it down! I said don’t gulp it down!”

“I am not. I do not eat that way.”

“Like I said, that’s not what I’m talking about...”

“It is impolite for me to eat by myself. Hurry and make yours to eat as well.”

“Whatever happens got nothing to do with me...”

Glancing backwards at the jeweler as he gave me an aloof nod, I began making my own shaved ice.

Later on, after Richard pleased the customer by sending them pictures of the shaved ice, he reported back to me. He probably reported because the pictures he had sent to the customer was of the shaved ice that I had made for myself, on which the colors were scattered in the form of a whirlwind. I smiled back, replying that I was glad, and not saying anything else. I also didn’t tell him that, by the time he remembered we had to do a photo shoot of it, the beautiful jeweler was making a face that looked like a boy having a worrisome migraine due to some anguish towards the meaning of life and death.

Summer was not yet over. We also didn’t know yet whether or not the customer in Bali would come to retrieve the ice shaving machine. Etranger wasn’t that big, so Richard was probably troubled that it was left there. But if they didn’t come to get it, I might be able to enjoy eating shaved ice with Richard in the summer every year for a while, I thought. And each of these times, I’d be sure to make a shiny mountain of ice in the colors of a rainbow, just like an ammolite. Just like the sparkly smile that Richard showed, I thought that it’d be great if such a summer came around and was looking forward to it.

#housekishou richard shi no nazo kantei #housekishou richard #jeweler richard #the case files of jeweler richard #nakata seigi #richard ranashinghe de vulpian #richard ranashinha de vulpian #jr short story collection #tsujimura nanako #yukihiro utako #novel #my translation #richard

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Jeremy (Puppet Maker OC)

| Name: Jeremy (he’s scribbled out a last name)

| Nicknames: Jere or Remy

| Gender: Trans FTM

| Age: N/A

| Height: 6’3”

| Species/Race: Human

| Occupation: Makes puppets, that’s,, p much it- he just really loves making puppets

| Hair Color: Tiger Orange (Messy Curly Undercut, it usually hangs a bit in his face too)

| Eye Color: Baby Blue

| Skin Color/Body Type: He’s really fuckin pale (he doesn’t go outside a whole lot) and he’s also chubby as well!

| Appearance: His main outfit is a dark seafoam green turtleneck with a dark brown trench coat (not leather) and he wears beige colored pants (got lots of paint stains on all of his clothes as well so oop) and finally he has dark blue dress shoes (that also have paint on them) honestly? He tried to wear an apron but it legit did NOTHING for him so he gave up with that, he did use the apron for one of his puppets though! He cut it up and sewed some stuff together and then created some patterns on it (nothing ever goes to waste for him if he sees potential)

He wears orange gauges that match his hair color but that’s it for jewelry- He also doesn’t have a circle beard- go figure! He does have little fangs (no claws, bad for puppet making and besides the claw nails would just get stained) hell his skin has usually got paint stains even! This lad is MESSY as hell! Puppet making is a messy job!! He’s also got a few minor scars, he’s had his fair share of accidents for sure, some puppets have sharp bits ya know and it can hurt… The final thing I can think of is he also wears circle glasses (it helps him see better)

| Personality: Jeremy oh this sweet man… He’s very sweet, kind, and absolutely caring but he has the WORST social anxiety, he’s so bad at dealing with people which is why he RARELY ever goes out (the ONLY time you’d see him out is when he’s going to get more supplies) i'm not kidding when I say he is literally the WORST at dealing with humans, he’s somewhat okay with animals so long as they aren’t in his workshop- after all most animals will go after his puppets and he’s got a LOT of dangerous shit for animals in there- like mm p a int and clay for example- He DOESN’T want anything ingesting that…

He’d rather just stay in his workshop, with his puppet friends… That’s all he wants, it’s easier than having to try and figure out how to interact with other people… He’s very gentle and soft tbh, pretty soft spoken, he does have somewhat of a stutter and has trouble with words sometimes but listen man he’s trying his best… There’s not much else to say, just a friendly loving n caring man who just loves to make Puppets ya know? ...There IS a reason he’s scribbled his last name out and wants nothing to do with it (family issues i’ll spoil it right then n there)

| Side Facts: He lives in a bit of a weird thing… It’s like a tower of sorts in all honesty a b i g ass tower actually- and literally all the way up it there’s ROWS and ENDLESS rows of puppets sitting on shelves ALL the way to the top of the tower where there’s a fuckin HUUUUGE ass attic area, puppets are also ALL around up there, sitting on shelves or just in so many places you can NEVER escape the puppets gazes… They are literally everywhere, you can NEVER escape them ...u-unless you, ya know, leave the tower ...BUT WAIT HEY, WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING HERE?!? T-THIS IS HIS HOME, HOW DID YOU EVEN GET IN HERE?!? (dumbass probs forgot to lock his fuckin door, lmao idiot-)

Jeremy,, now he KNOWS technically speaking these puppets are not alive at all, but also he talks to the puppets, it’s about all he can do since people scare him so damn much, he’ll talk to all the puppets he can really manage really! He’ll even say goodnight to them when he doesn’t… Pass out from exhaustion, that is, he works on puppets a LOT and sometimes he forgets that uh sleep, or eating or drinking is VERY important… While Jeremy is USUALLY working on puppets as I said you’ll only ever see him out in public when he needs supplies BUT Jeremy isn’t dumb or anything,, like even with the windows he leaves open he’ll sometimes get out of his tower and head down to the river nearby or just go to the forest and wander around in order to get some fresh air.

Honestly, like Jeremy is v sweet and lovely but he genuinely needs some kinda therapy for his issues,, he has LOTS of SEVERE social anxiety and he seems terrified if someone even starts to approach him… Also btw his tower is p much on a hillside-like area, with a forest and a river of course nearby like I said- also,, another thing- Jeremy even when out and about probs would never talk about his puppet making hobby or tell anyone about them because most people, likewise, thinks puppets are creepy, or weird, or gross- (yeah his uh family always made fun of him, even went as far as to break some of his puppets he made when he was younger, his family always complained why can't he be a normal kid? and honestly? Just hated him in general tbh, they were fuckin bastards true and through)

Which is why Jeremy has NO contact with family whatsoever and literally never wants to see them again in his entire life,, not that they’d ever find him or his tower- its legit a ONE and a MILLION chance given how far away he moved from their city.

Remy definitely wishes the puppets were real and alive sometimes, it’d be nice bc he wouldn’t…

He wouldn’t feel as afraid talking to a puppet! In fact, he legit has no problem talking with puppets- he’s not terrified of them in the slightest, but uh, he sadly knows it’s literally impossible for puppets to be,, real, to be walking and talking without ya know, someone pulling the strings or levers... (lmao with that attitude it's impossible) oh well he’s still gonna talk to them and treat them as though they were live beings ...Aka treat them with kindness and care (maybe he should practice tryna interact with humans through puppets tbh)

Jeremy has definitely given a home to many puppets as well (like a gosh damn rescue) he’s picked puppets up from many places- it’s uh, been ones that have been tossed aside, broken and damaged lil babs, even though he doesn’t usually like germs that much he has found puppets in the dumpster a lot more than he wishes he did, it hurts his heart to see such cool puppets, trashed n broken like that… Sooo he just couldn’t resist, he had to take them with him and patch them up ...And clean them up too of course, also himself because eugh- germs,, bad and icky...

#original character #oc #my oc #puppet maker oc

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Wishes Do Come True — PART 1.

PAIRING ~ Aizawa Shouta/reader

GENRE ~ fluff

SUMMARY ~ Being an undercover cop has always been second nature to you, but after being paired up with Aizawa Shouta, your heart begins to wander slightly off track. With an unexpected occasion coming up, you’ve realized that you really are falling for the angler-hero. Cue the butterflies!

WORD COUNT ~ 3.0k

AUTHOR’S NOTE ~ Hello everyone! Oh gosh, I feel like I can write a whole-ass dissertation for my love for Aizawa Shouta (esp since he is my favorite character!) but thankfully, I have unleashed my love through writing a story. It is a bit long compared to my other fics and wips so I separated it into 2 parts. Stay tuned for part 2 real soon!

Ps: this story is inspired by BNHA Vigilantes and includes two minor characters, just a heads up!

EDIT: Part 2 is here!

The sun shined brightly as you trotted along the busy streets of Tokyo with Aizawa Shouta. The warmness of the air tingled your skin and your mid-length floral dress danced happily in the air as you held on to your wide-brimmed straw hat to prevent it from flying away.

“There are so many people,” Aizawa grumbled under his breath beside you.

You turned to him. Both of your elbows were locked together and while you could see Aizawa’s annoyance in his eyes, you couldn’t help but smile at him. You thought his little sneery comments were entertaining—cute even. He wore a long black men’s cardigan over a simple white tee, paired with a pair of army-green pants and classic sneakers. Not bad, you thought to yourself.

Last month, you and Aizawa were teamed up together by Officer Tsukauchi to go undercover to retrieve/discover some information about drug smugglers that have been stirring up some crimes and troubles lately. You took care of communications while Aizawa was behind you as a battle-ready investigator—after all, given your cop status, you couldn’t use your quirk. Having experience as an undercover cop for a couple of months already, this wasn’t new to you.

Though the underground hero definitely needed some readjustments in the beginning missions.

“Is this tie necessary? Aizawa complained dryly on the first day of undercover. He tried to loosen his blue tie away from his formal business wear, but it only made his suit more wrinkly.

He looked down at his outfit with a cringed look plastered on his face. “Why exactly do we need to dress up like this?”

You turned around to peer at him but only let out a laugh. You too were wearing a formal businesswoman attire and judging from Aizawa’s helpless expression (which you thought was adorable), you knew he was definitely not used to this.

“Because we need to get information from this company about the smugglers and you gotta pretend to be my assistant!” You explained to him with your hands on your hips.

You looked down at Aizawa’s now wrinkled clothes and you twitched at the disagreeable sight that surely did not look the least bit professional.

“Here, let me help,” you said, stepping in to fix his tie. “You need to wear the tie Aizawa, not let it dangle loose unprofessionally.”

While you carefully tucked in your partner’s tie and smoothened out all the wrinkles of his suit, you felt a gaze watching you. When you looked up, you found Aizawa’s eyes locked with yours. A warm heat flushed through the apples of your cheeks as you realized how exactly close you are to him. You couldn’t read his expression but his eyes pulled you in.

You didn’t realize how handsome Aizawa’s features actually were until you looked up closely—his sharp jawline, carefully pulled-back hair, the cute scruffiness on his chin, and his cold laid-back eyes that exerted exciting intimidation to you. When you met Aizawa for the first time, you knew the man was almost never quite often lighted by a smile, perhaps rationally cold, but you found him to be so lovable at the same time with his small kind gestures and silly grumpy grunts.

Why is my heart beating so fast? You thought to yourself as the two of you stared at each other, your faces only inches away.

“Y/N, Aizawa?” Officer Tsukauchi’s voice ran through your earpiece, popping you back into reality. “Is there something wrong?”

You yelped out and blinked your eyes rapidly. You lift one hand to your ear, clicking on your earpiece. “No! Nothing’s wrong, sorry!” You said in a squeaky voice.

You totally forgot Tsukauchi was literally right behind you guys in a white van surveying the whole action. You reminded yourself to keep your eyes back on the mission.

You glanced at Aizawa who stuffed his hands in his dress pants and looked away casually. “Some people just don’t know how to wear suits,” you added to Tsukauchi with a sly smile plastered on your face.

Aizawa shot daggers at you when he heard your teasing comment which only made you laugh out loud, slowly replacing that weird emotion in your heart with ease and excitement. “Come on,” you exclaimed with a guide of your hand. “Let’s go see what these guys are up to!”

That was the first day of working with Aizawa. And now that it has been a couple weeks, the two of you worked effortlessly and swiftly together as you have gotten to know each other a lot better. Communication was easy for the two of you and you both enjoyed working together given how well you both understood each others’ emotions and personality. It surprised you knowing that this cold, rational-driven man can understand you perfectly but you could say the same for him too.

But as the days pass, you realized that that weird, funny feeling of your heart running relay races whenever you see him? Or those butterflies in your stomach whenever you glance at him?

You still felt that.

And today was one of those days where your face feels a lot warmer than normal despite the cool breeze dancing in the air in the streets of Tokyo.

Why?

Because today you and Aizawa had to go undercover not as performers, waiters, tennis players, construction workers, or even hippies.

The two of you had to go undercover as a regular, cute, loving couple.

And let’s just say your heart was definitely not ready for that.

When you met up with him this afternoon, seeing him in his undercover clothes— how casual yet stylish he dressed, your heart did another relay race but oh boy, that wasn’t even the most embarrassing part.

Before the two of you walked down the streets to follow some men that were claimed to be targets, Aizawa held out his elbow and you stood there dumbfoundedly wondering what he was doing. You swore you looked like a koi fish with your mouth hanging slightly open in surprise.

“Uh…” you commented when you saw Aizawa holding out his arm this afternoon. “What are you doing?”

“Lock elbows together,” Aizawa said as if it was the most obvious thing. “Our undercover act?”

You blinked your eyes and tapped your forehead. “OH! Yes! Of course, right!!” You rambled as you took Aizawa’s arm so you were now shoulder to shoulder. You cursed yourself for being so unprofessional. Did you really think Aizawa was making a move? Noo! He was just playing his part… right?

You rolled your eyes internally at yourself. You were usually so in-tuned, so professional and so calm whenever you were undercover, but this man who many often fear from his deadly gaze or rational mind is making you lose your grip in the most embarrassing ways possible.

As the two of you were walking casually behind the two men ahead, blending in with the crowd in the streets, you tucked away all your silly emotions and flashbacks and reminded yourself to focus on the mission.

“You don’t like any crowded places, huh?” You replied to Aizawa after his remark.

Aizawa turned to you and let out a scoff with a smile. “Not really.”

You looked back at him and smiled with a nod before putting your attention back on the two men. Though strangely, you could feel Aizawa’s eyes still on you.

“You look nice today,” he complimented before darting his eyes back ahead on the streets.

Your heart did an instant flip as your ears barely fully registered what he just said.

Did he just compliment me?

“Oh!” Your eyes widened, looking down at your floral dress. You wore your best dress: the one that had a slight vintage touch since you were such a sucker for vintage things. It was a baby yellow bohemian midi-dress that had a squared neckline which allowed you to adorn it with gold jewelry. The cutely ruffled detail on the sleeves paired perfectly with the vintage buttons on the dress. And with that straw hat? *chefs kiss!*

Not that you spent an extra 45 minutes debating on which dress to wear for this couple's persona… you were excited, okay?!

“Thank you. Um… you look really nice too, I’m glad I don’t need to lecture you on how to wear regular people’s clothes,” you teased, glancing at him for a few seconds.

You saw Aizawa rolled his eyes and you laughed out loud. There’s excitement in the air that made your heart rushing, and it made you feel weirdly good and comfortable. You wished you could just continue to walk with him on the streets like this—shoulder to shoulder, peaceful and relaxed. Previously, you thought the couple's persona was going to be awfully awkward especially with the angler-hero, but somehow it felt oddly… right.

Before you could even fully think about it, you spotted the two men turn right to a narrow dark alleyway, and you immediately turned at Aizawa.

He nodded as if he already knew what you were going to say and with a flash of a smirk he said, “Let's go.”

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“And these are the same ones?” Officer Tsukauchi questioned as he closed the doors of the van with a loud thud!

“Ugh! The bonds are too tight!” The man complained inside with his hands tied with gray bonds. In the corner of your eye, you could see Aizawa’s mischievous smile as patted his hands together as if saying: ‘my job here is done.’

You looked back at Officer Tsukauchi and showed him the black bag that the men were carrying. You carefully unzipped the bag and pulled out—

“All Might’s action figures?” Tsukauchi stared at it dumbfoundedly.

“Yup!” You exclaimed. You made an amazing undercover cop because of your outgoing and cheerful personality which resonated with great first impressions. But your deductive and investigative senses were real sharp as well. You held out your hand at Aizawa and he nodded, knowing what you needed already. He reached down his pants pocket and pulled out his knife so casually as if someone just asked him if they could borrow a pen.

“However…” you continued as you popped opened the head of the All Might action figure with the knife. You poured out the bright green gel pills that were hidden inside the hollow toy.

“There it is.”

Officer Tsukauchi leaned in and examined it. “There are a few more locations we need to check out, but I think we are getting warmer to whose behind all this, thanks to you and Aizawa’s info.”

You handed him over the bag and nodded respectfully. “Anytime,” you replied supportingly. “I’m guessing next week’s target is at Ikebukuro, right?”

Officer Tsukauchi opened the door to his van and nodded. “So far, that is the plan, but I’ll let you know if there are any updates, especially after I do some further investigation with these men.” He pointed behind him.

You gave him a thumbs up and a smile and Aizawa tucked his hands into his pocket and let out an agreeable grunt. Once Officer Tsukauchi drove off, you stood at the sidewalk with Aizawa. The day was getting late, the sky was a grayish-blue tone and the two colors smashed together forming little swirls. It was as if there was an enormous painting just pinned above the sky glaring down at you.

“Well,” you said to Aizawa, patting your hands together. “I guess our job here is done.”

On the way back to the train station, the two of you had to cross through the busy streets, bustling with people. But now it was after-work hours, it seemed like the number of human beings on the street suddenly skyrocketed, and you had trouble even crossing through the streets without accidentally bumping into people’s shoulders. There was a whole lot of sorry, and excuse me! that you had to say but when you peered at Aizawa who was a few feet ahead of you, he walked slowly with incomparable ease (no one dared to bump him!).

“Ow, sorry!” You yelped as another shoulder knocked you back, causing you to almost trip on your feet. Aizawa turned his head and you felt an unexpected warm touch wrapped around your wrist. Aizawa gently locked elbows with yours to prevent you from falling back behind or colliding too much with the pedestrians. It was just like this afternoon and electrical signals were buzzing from your wrist to your heart as you stared at him with surprised eyes.

Aizawa flashed you a mischievous smile and said, “You are not too good on these busy streets, you know?”

Your face felt warm even though it was getting colder.

“Tell me about it,” you groaned, holding Aizawa’s arm just slightly tighter.

Aizawa looked up at the large building ahead right above the train station where you two were returning. Immediately when he glanced up, he noticed the date and weather temperature pinned on the building in bright neon lights.

“Oh,” he said suddenly, causing you to turn your head. “Next week’s your birthday?” The tone of his voice was more of a realization than a question.

“Huh?”

You were confused at his spontaneous and unexpected comment, but once you followed his line of sight and saw the large date pinned on the building, you widened your eyes and quickly looked down at your watch on your wrist. The date on your watch did not match up to the on the building. You cursed at old vintage watches, you loved vintage things but the date stopped updating on the watch since last week!

“Oh my goodness, you’re right!” You gasped. “Oh wow I- I didn’t even know my watch stopped last week. I guess next week is my birthday!”

With the undercover missions lately along with your hectic schedule, you had totally forgotten that your birthday was coming up.

You looked at Aizawa whose gaze was now forward and your eyes softened.

Did he really remember my birthday? You wondered to yourself. It was a couple of weeks ago where you were having a conversation with Aizawa and the Hotta Brothers at the Hotta Brother’s Hoppers Shop, the place where you secretly believe is Aizawa’s secret underground hero base (the Hotta brothers strongly objected though). Aizawa always stops by at the shop for his “morning routine” (which is basically reading his book and drinking hot black coffee) but after teaming up with him for the undercover missions, it was also the place where you two will sit down and plan for upcoming missions or discuss ideas and theories. A week or so ago, you were talking to the Hotta Brothers and you landed on the topic of birthdays when complaining how much you found your own horoscope sign to be disagreeable (which of course, we will get into later in another matter). You didn’t think Aizawa was listening while you and the Hotta Brothers playfully shared birthdates and horoscope complaints since he seemed so focused on his reading and drinking his classic cup of black coffee (Aizawa is not the morning person). And you couldn’t lie to yourself right then and there: your affection for him grew. The fact that he was listening to what you were saying that day (and oh boy, have you had your share of rambles), you felt warm to the heart—as if someone has lent you a cup of rich hot chocolate on a cold winter day. You were beyond content and a smile inevitably tugged on your lips.

“Well, happy uhm.. early birthday,” Aizawa said with a slightly timid nature in his voice, you caught it immediately. You two were close to the train station but the pacing of your walks was slower than before. Maybe the two of you just wanted to savor this lazy evening day, or perhaps your heart was beating a bit faster than before, your legs failed to move at a similar pace.

“Thank you,” you beamed. The sun was strangely setting rapidly and before you said your goodbyes to Aizawa, you scheduled another meet up with him next week at the Hotta Brother’s Hoppers Shop to discuss the newest findings with Officer Tsukauchi.

“Wait!” You blurted out when you saw Aizawa turned his body away to go to Platform 1.

Aizawa whirled around with a confused expression. “Hm?”

“Uh…” Your mind paced. You didn’t exactly know the reason behind your sudden comment, but your heart betrayed your mind and you wanted to say one more thing to him before you both part.

“Today was nice,” you said.

Yup, you wanted to scream at yourself.

‘You call catching crimes and finding out more drugs, NICE? Y/N…come on…’ a part of your mind cried to you as you realized what you just stupidly said. Thankfully Aizawa just stood there with his hands casually tucked into his pockets with his signature bland expression.

“I mean,” you continued trying to make sense. “The overall mission went well.” You embarrassingly rubbed your neck and adjusted your hat.

Aizawa nodded silently.

“And…thank you for remembering my birthday, as random as it sounds.” You rolled your eyes and laughed your embarrassment off, and then smiled and looked away. Even at this day of time, people were still rustling through the station and you could hear the updated announcements on approaching trains. “It just…means a lot.”

Aizawa stared at you for a moment, his expression slightly softened when he heard your sincere words. He opened his mouth, about to respond until you clapped your hands loudly together and locked your gaze with him. You put on a confident expression.

“Well then!” You said cheerfully. “You better go! Your train is approaching in 2 minutes.” You flashed a sweet smile to him and to your surprised, he returned the smile back. You knew he barely smiles, there are the occasional grunts here and there, but a genuine smile? Not a sight you often see, and it made you feel jittery in the stomach. You didn’t need him to say any words for you to know he understood your message, and you were glad to just get that off your chest. As silly as thanking someone for remembering your birthday sounds, it was different from Aizawa…it felt meaningful and you were grateful to let him know. A few words of gratitude won’t hurt, right? Probably not.

So as you officially said your goodbyes, you trotted to your platform and waited for your train as the evening breeze continues to conduct happy dances in the air.

You shook your head with a smile as you reflect back on today’s mission.

So perhaps your best dress has become your “lucky” dress as well...

[Edit]: Part 2 is here!

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Little Swan Lost Chapter 38

When Dis said she wanted to see how much of Thorin’s money they could spend, she wasn’t joking. Bilba had thought what she spent before leaving Shire was a lot, but quickly realized it was a mere pittance in comparison to what Dis cheerfully spent.

She’d expected them to go to the main Erebor mall, located near the center of the city. Back in Shire she’d often enjoyed spending a lazy afternoon at the mall, window shopping, grabbing a bite to eat or watching a movie at the theater. Here, the closest she’d gotten to the mall had been a few glimpses of it, both in person and in searches online during times when she’d been feeling particularly lonely or nostalgic.

Part of her had been excited about getting a small taste of what life used to be like but, really, she should have realized that it was never going to be that way again.

The Durins, as it turned out, did not shop at the regular mall.

The mall they went to, instead, wasn’t even on the main island. It was on one of the minor ones behind the main island. There was a second mall there, several stories high and covering nearly all the landmass of the small, rocky spit of land it sat on. It was, Dis explained, where the wealthy of Erebor tended to shop along with their sizable security entourages. The public were welcome to visit the mall but did so with the understanding that there would most likely be a background check run on them the moment they stepped foot through the door.

Back in Shire, with Rosie and Bofur, Bilba would have spent her time leisurely walking through the mall. Dis, in contrast, approached shopping the way Bilba imagined a general might approach a war. She had memorized the layout of the mall and knew the most efficient way to hit every store she deemed essential.

She deemed a lot of stores essential, as it turned out.

For Bilba, it became a whirlwind she could barely keep up with. They’d enter a store and immediately be surrounded by the employees, all eager to help Erebor’s princess. Dis would start talking and then, without warning, Bilba would find herself being measured and poked and prodded and fitted for all manner of things. Shirts, pants, skirts, dresses, and lavish gowns, all in various levels of formal and informal.

“Clothing is important,” Dis explained, as she casually rejected one dress for another without any reasoning Bilba could see. “Too formal and you risk elevating someone to a station they have no business at. Too informal, and you risk offending an ally. We’re judged in everything we do, down to the shoes we choose to wear or the jewelry we don’t. It all sends a message, whether we like it or not.” She paused suddenly, eyes staring off blankly into the distance and then, to Bilba’s surprise, shot her a guilty look. “You know what? I’m sorry. I’m sitting here lecturing you like you’re a novice on her first day of training.”

“It’s all right,” Bilba said quietly as she watched a new parade of shoes being brought out from the back of the current store, they were in. Boots, heels, flats, even a few pairs of sandals. After this, Dis planned to hit the jewelry stores to ensure she had the right bracelets, rings, necklaces and hair pieces for various functions. Tiaras would be supplied by the palace. There were apparently at least fifteen of them, all to be worn for, and at, specific functions. “I didn’t actually know most of this.”

Dis and Ori stared at her.

“I’m sorry,” Dis said. “You what now?”

Bilba flushed. “Shire has a large royal family. It wasn’t seen as necessary to train everyone, when only a few ever interacted diplomatically with other families.”

There, that was a good explanation…wasn’t it? Part of her felt like just blurting out the truth. Telling them that she’d basically been a pariah because of her grandfather’s hatred toward her mother. Tell them about the dreaded visits that were more about her grandfather showing off his evil than about training her to be a princess.

Just tell them…everything.

The other part of her, however, shuddered at how her grandfather would react if he found out she’d said anything. Yes, he was in Shire and she was in Erebor but, even so, the mere thought made her blood run cold.

She wasn’t stupid. Reckless, and impulsive sometimes like when she’d allowed a two-year absence from the palace to convince her that she could stand up to her grandfather, but she wasn’t stupid. Foolishly trying to stand up to him was a far, far cry to betraying him. What he could consider a betrayal anyway.

He could reach her in Erebor, of that she had no doubt.

She ran her hands up her arms, suddenly freezing, and forced a weak smile at the two women standing over her.

“Huh,” Dis said after several long moments. She waved a hand absently. “Well, in that case, I’ll keep talking then.”

She did, but seemed distracted, while Ori kept shooting her strange glances that Bilba couldn’t read. She didn’t think she’d given anything away, or said something she shouldn’t, but couldn’t be sure. In any event, it was obvious she’d have needed to say something. She was clearly in the dark about Erebor’s etiquette and, without help, stood an exceptionally good chance of offending just about everyone.

Suddenly, the fact that she’d spent a month in her room didn’t seem like the worst decision ever. In fact, deciding to leave her room was beginning to feel more and more like a bad choice. Since she’d done so she’d almost drowned, gotten Thorin hurt, and had to deal with the Thrain and now her apparent lack of royal training.

They finished with the shoe store and then hit the jewelry ones just as Dis had said. It was only after they’d spent more money than Shire made in a year that Dis announced their next stop would be to get dinner.

At this, Bilba stumbled to a stop in shock. “How long have we been here?” Without thinking, she fumbled for her phone only to remember that, of course, she didn’t have one.

“Oh!” Cerys suddenly stepped forward from where she’d been silently guarding them along with the rest of their sizable security force. “My apologies, Your Highness. I completely forgot.” She pulled a slim phone from a pocket and held it out to Bilba.

Dis made a tsking sound. “Well, that’s boring.” Her eyes narrowed for a second. “There’s a store on the second floor that sells phone accessories. We’ll hit there and then eat.”

“But we’re supposed to eat at the palace,” Bilba stammered, stumbling forward a few steps as Dis began to march off on her newest quest. “The king said—”

Dis spun to face her and, with a sigh, pulled her phone out and dialed. “We’re going to be late,” she said shortly as soon as the call was answered. She paused for a few seconds as the person on the other end responded. “Well, that’s not my fault is it?” She listened for a few more seconds, visibly rolling her eyes and mimicking someone chattering away, before hanging the phone up with a bright smile.

“That…that wasn’t the king, was it?” Bilba asked. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know the answer.

“He’s annoyed that Thorin is too tied up in meetings to come to dinner,” Dis said absently, focused on her phone as she texted something. She hit a button and then slid the phone back in her pocket. “And now the boys and Frerin won’t be going either.”

“Won’t he be angry?” Bilba couldn’t imagine ever treating her grandfather like that. He probably wouldn’t have killed her, but she had no doubt he’d have made her wish he had.

“He’ll be fine,” Dis said airily. She hooked her arm through Bilba’s and tugged her in the direction of the escalators. “Eating alone occasionally won’t kill him. Maybe he’ll reflect on his own behavior and stop taking us all for granted.”

“One can hope,” Ori said dryly as she linked her arm through Bilba’s on the other side. “In the meantime, I think Thorin would definitely want Bilba to bling out her phone as much as possible.”

“Oh, definitely,” Dis said cheerfully. She pointed her arm forward as if leading a charge. “Onward, to victory and draining my brother’s bank account.”

***

Much as Bilba had wrongly envisioned what going to the mall for a royal would mean, she soon found she’d been just as wrong about what “getting something to eat” meant.

In Shire, with Rosie and Bofur, it would have meant going to the food court and finding a place, or several places, that looked fun to try. Then they’d search for a relatively clean, and empty, table that, if they were lucky enough, would have enough chairs for all three of them. Eating would be a mishmash of trying to fit all their food on the far too small surface while ignoring just how uncomfortable the chairs were. They’d laugh and talk, voices louder than normal to try and carry over the chatter of other mall goers and the loud music being piped over the speakers.

Here, it meant a high end, exclusive restaurant that took up almost an entire floor of the mall. A snotty looking man at the door held a list of guests who were allowed entry, though he immediately swept aside when he saw Dis approaching. As Bilba passed, he gave her a look that made her feel like a rat following a swan.

It was the first such look she’d gotten while being at the mall that day and served to forcefully remind her just how poorly she was viewed in Erebor. Yet another difference from Shire. There, no one cared one way or the other about her. She’d used to feel sad about it from time to time, but now understood it had been a blessing.

She suppressed a shiver and instinctively moved a step closer to Cerys. She wouldn’t say she entirely trusted the other woman yet, but she was a familiar presence and Bilba could admit to feeling at least some level of safety when around her. An unstable safety to be sure, but safety.

They were led to a dimly lit private room with a thick, maroon carpet, a mahogany table and chairs padded with black leather. The overall effect might have been oppressive were it not for the fact that the walls and ceiling were literally covered in white and green tinged crystal. Lights had somehow been strung up behind them, creating an effect that made it feel like she’d just walked into a geode.

Bilba stumbled to a stop at the sight, staring in awestruck wonder. “Oh, wow. This is gorgeous.”

Dis beamed in pride. “Isn’t it? Ereboreans know how to decorate.”

“They do indeed.” Bilba shook herself out of her stupor and went to her seat. Their guards lined up along the walls and outside the room. Having so many eyes on them felt awkward to Bilba but Dis and Ori seemed oblivious.

As she settled in, Bilba absently set her new phone on the table. It now sported a case featuring inlaid gems that formed spiraling flowers and leaves set in a gold tone background. The case came with a spot to attach a charm, so she’d bought a small cat that reminded her of her feline friend from the beach.

Dis reached over and grabbed the phone. “I’m going to put my number in it, all right?”

Bilba nodded. “Okay. Would you mind putting any other numbers you think I should have? I don’t have any right now.”

“Oh!” Ori sat up straight and clapped her hands together. “Put mine too!”

Dis nodded, eyes focused on the screen. “I’ll put all of ours, and your guards.” She frowned and looked up. “Have you gotten your bracelet yet?”

“Bracelet?” Bilba asked blankly. “What bracelet.”

“We haven’t had a chance to sit down and design it with her, Your Highness,” Cerys broke in from where she stood against the wall. “It’s next on the list.”

Dis nodded absently. She looked back to the phone but raised her other hand and jingled a charm bracelet hanging from her wrist. “We all have custom security bracelets. If you’re ever in an emergency, all you have to do is activate it and you’ll bring down pretty much the entire palace security on you.” She set the phone down and moved one of the charms, a small, linked set of hearts, to reveal an almost invisible indentation. “It’s designed so it can be activated quickly, but not accidentally.”

“Oh.” Bilba started to ask if anyone had ever had to use it, but bit back the question. If the answer were yes it would have been under extreme circumstances and it was likely Dis wouldn’t want to relieve such a thing.

“Are you on Ravenhill?” Dis asked suddenly. “I’m going to send you a request.”

She did something on the phone, and then handed it to Ori who also fiddled with it before handing it back to Bilba. “There, I sent you one too.”

“Thank you.” Bilba carefully took the phone back, unsure of what else to say. To be honest, the entire day had been overwhelming and she was still trying to process everything that had happened. “I’ll send you texts, so you’ll have my number too?” Her voice was shy even to her own ears, and she couldn’t stop the irrational thought that both women would reject her offer in spite of having given her their numbers to begin with.

“Great!” Dis said cheerfully. “Now, the next time my father tries to pull a stunt you can text me and I’ll come help him remove his head from his ass.”

Bilba focused on her phone and didn’t react. She had no intention of doing any such thing. The last thing she wanted to do was have the king see her as some sort of snitch or troublemaker. Not only that, but she didn’t yet know if Dis was the sort to take her father to task only to get angry and protective when someone else did the same.

She pulled up her contact list and was surprised to see the long list of numbers Dis had added. Her own, Thorin’s, Ori’s, Cerys and Gareth, even Frerin who she still hadn’t met and the king, who she planned to never call if she could help it. She also had no intention of ever calling Dwalin or Nori, but could see the reasoning behind having their numbers, as well as Balin. She added Rosie’s, and Arwen’s and made a mental note to find out her steward’s number to add that one as well.

She moved instinctively to add Bofur’s, only to flinch and stop. They’d agreed not to communicate, she reminded herself. Bofur needed to move on, and so did she. She wanted to move on. The sooner she did the sooner it’d stop hurting so much every time she thought about him.

She pulled up her Ravenhill account to accept Dis and Ori’s requests, and was startled to see a third one waiting for her. “Thorin sent me a request.”

“He’d better have,” Dis said. “You are his wife after all.”

Bilba chose to leave that comment alone. She accepted the requests and then, nervously, clicked on Thorin’s profile. Her mood immediately soured at the sight of the name Kyra Lundair next to the newest post at the top of Thorin’s page. It was some meme or another she’d posted, innocent enough on its own, but for the fact that the woman was literally everywhere Bilba went.

It had been posted only an hour earlier, she noted, and already had been liked by Thorin. Thorin who was too tied up in meetings to go to dinner, but not so tied up that he couldn’t like something his ex-fiancée posted on his page.

“What’s wrong?” Ori asked from where she sat next to Dis.

Bilba clicked over to Dis’ profile. “Nothing.” She studied the banner for the page, featuring a younger Dis standing next to an attractive, blonde man. “Is this your husband?” she asked, holding the phone up.

The other woman’s face softened, and she took the phone to smile fondly at the picture. “Yeah, that’s Vili. It’ll be seven years this spring.”

“I’m sorry.” Bilba flinched in guilt, regretting having brought it up.

“It’s fine.” Dis handed the phone back. “We’ll find him. I know we will.”

“I believe you,” Bilba said sincerely. She studied the picture a moment longer, wondering where the smiling young man had gone and why. He looked oddly familiar but, given who he was, it stood to reason she’d seen a picture in passing on the internet or even somewhere in the palace.

The food arrived just after that and she put the phone away as it was set out. They’d never been given menus or ordered but Dis and Ori didn’t seem to think anything of it. A man Dis identified as the owner appeared and began announcing the dishes as they were set out. All of them sounded amazing, and Bilba felt herself growing hungrier with every passing minute.

The man finally stopped talking. He started to excuse himself, before pausing as Dis gestured him forward. He leaned over and, for several long moments, the two had a hushed conversation that Bilba couldn’t hear from her side of the table. Then the man stood, bowed and left, after which they were finally allowed to eat. The food ended up being just as amazing as it looked and Bilba ate more than she probably should in an attempt to try all of it, and then a desire to go back for seconds on her favorites.

“So,” Dis said as she snapped a breadstick in half. “How are things going with you and my brother?”

Bilba froze. “Uh…it’s okay, I guess.”

Dis raised an eyebrow. “You guess?”

“We don’t know each other all that well,” Bilba said, almost under her breath.

“Is that so?” Dis asked idly. She had an odd tone in her voice and Bilba had a sinking feeling she’d given away far more than she intended.

Dis didn’t ask any further questions and the rest of dinner was spent in light chatter, mostly about favorite movies and books and the like.

Once they were finished Dis led them back out into the mall proper. Bilba was relieved to see the man at the door who’d glared at her was no longer there. He must have gone off shift while they ate.

They headed out, the only signs of their mammoth shopping trip the case and charm on Bilba’s phone and the small, carry out box Ori had gotten to bring home to her husband. Everything else would be delivered to the palace later, Dis had explained.

“I hope I have enough room for it all in my wardrobe,” Bilba mused, as they traveled down the escalator toward the first floor. “I probably should have thought about that.”

Dis laughed. “That’s cute.” At Bilba’s look of confusion, her own expression became startled. “Please tell me you didn’t think that wardrobe was all you had to store your clothes in.”

“It’s not?” Bilba said slowly. It was all she had seen, and no one had mentioned anything else. Honestly, the thing was several times larger than what she’d had in Shire and was even larger than the ones she’d seen in Beatrice’s room or any of her other relations.

Dis sighed. “It’ll be too late by the time we get back but remind me to show you where your closet is. Or better yet just keep an eye out when the maids put all your things away. The wardrobe,” she said in answer to Bilba’s unspoken question, “is for your go to, day to day items, or to store an outfit you know you’ll need in the next few days or week or so. It makes it less of a hassle if it’s right there, you know?”

Bilba didn’t but nodded dutifully.

They exited the mall, and her steps slowed as she realized full night had fallen. They’d literally spent the entire day shopping. Bilba was certainly tired, but, if asked, would have insisted they’d only been out a few hours at most. She cast a guilty look at Cerys and Gareth, wondering if the two had been able to eat or see Wynne, but neither appeared unhappy. Perhaps they’d gone on breaks when she hadn’t been looking? She had spent a lot of time trying things on and being measured, so it was certainly possible.

They all loaded back into the limos and started the long journey back. Bilba must have dozed off because, before she knew it, they were pulling down a low ramp into an underground parking garage behind the palace.

Once they were parked, they all got out and took an elevator to the main foyer of the palace.

“This is where I must leave you,” Dis said as they made their way up the stairs toward the royal levels. “The boys will be waiting for me to tuck them in and read them a story.”

“I need to head off too,” Ori said, holding up the carry out bag. “Dwalin should be off shift by now and I texted him that I was bringing food.”

Bilba nodded. “Thank you, both, for today. I had a really good time.”

As she said the words, she was startled to realize she meant them. She had had a really good time.

“You’re welcome,” Dis said cheerfully. “I’ll see you tomorrow at breakfast, all right?”

Bilba nodded and the other woman left, followed soon after by Ori who impulsively hugged her before skipping off to her own rooms. Most of the security had already dispersed, so Bilba bade Cerys and Gareth goodnight before heading to her own room. She’d hoped by doing so they’d head off to their own rooms and Wynne but they followed her until she’d walked through the doors of the suite before wishing her a goodnight and leaving.

Once the doors were closed, Bilba let out a breath and sagged forward onto the wood for a few minutes. It had been a crazy day from start to finish, but she was happy to have it end on a high note.

She pushed up and noted that, while the room was dark, a light was on in the small kitchen, casting enough of a glow for her to see by. She was pretty sure it had been off when she’d left that morning, which meant Thorin must have come back.

His door was shut and there was no light shining from under it so either he’d come back and left again, or he’d already gone to bed.

Bilba started to go to her own room, only to find herself slowing to a stop before she got there.

Did Thorin know what had happened? About the pregnancy demands, and whatever had gone on with Kyra? She chewed on her lower lip and cast a nervous glance toward Thorin’s door. If he did know, then she imagined she’d have found him waiting for her to come back to discuss it.

That or he was off, even then, comforting Kyra over whatever the king had said to her when he’d summoned her to his office.

Bilba grimaced. Think positive, she told herself firmly. You had a good day today, so don’t ruin it.

Thorin didn’t know, she decided. And if he didn’t, then she’d much rather have him hear it all from her before he heard it from someone else. Get her own side in as much as possible before he heard whatever twisted version she was sure would be making the rounds tomorrow.

She let out a short breath and wrapped her arms around her torso. Telling him herself would be best, which…meant…she’d need to go knock on his door…and wake him up to tell him.

She shuffled forward slowly, until she was standing in front of his door. She raised her hand and curled her fingers into a fist to knock…and then just stood there. Her stomach twisted, and she tried to force herself to breathe normally.

It’s fine, she told herself. It’s totally fine. Just…knock on the door. It’s fine.

She moved her hand forward, only to freeze as another, unwelcome thought came to her.

What if he wasn’t alone?

Her face flamed, and she shook her head. No. Not even Thorin was crazy enough to bring his mistress into his room at night. He’d have had to parade her past his own guards and the news would be all over the palace by the next morning. No way he was that stupid.

Hopefully.

She half lowered her hand, raised it again and then, before she could think about it any further, reached out and rapped sharply on the wood. Immediately her heart jumped into her throat and her muscles locked up.

A light snapped on under the door, and footsteps moved across the floor. A moment later, the door was pulled open and Bilba found herself face to face with Thorin…dressed in nothing but a pair of boxers.

Not…what she’d been expecting.

Not even close.

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peiches · 5 years

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“And now I’m looking at you.”

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Summary: Getting ready to celebrate an anniversary things don’t really go as planned for you and Peter.

Warnings: Minor cussing? Angst?

Words: 4.9k+

A/N: Not gonna lie, I didn’t expect a positive response on the last one, not because ya’ll are mean or anything just cause I’m a train wreck. Sorry it took so long on this part, nonetheless here we go! I had it all ready but then some scenes we’re working and then I didn’t like how I wrote some parts so I just rewrote everything and turned it into something else. I hope you all still enjoy! Love ya’ll, hope this part is okay, and if ya do give it a little heart! p.s. some other characters get introduced.

Part 1: Part 2

Part 3: They’re friends, right?

“Oh, bug.” Pepper was the first one to cross the kitchen and pulled you into a giant bear hug that you sank into.

Your dad was still standing in front of the counter with the bowls for ice cream completely forgotten. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned onto the counter. “Tell me what happened,” he stated firmly.

You felt his eyes boring into you, sighing you turned your head to rest it on Pepper’s shoulder. “We broke up. We just broke up.”

“I don’t understand,” he said as Pepper glared at him and told him to shut up with her eyes.

You raised your head and ran your hand through your hair. “We had dinner, then we walked to the docks and there was a boat with fairy lights, and— oh god,” You glanced over at Pepper and your dad, “I forgot the keys of the boat at the front desk!” You exclaimed and walked towards the elevator ready to press the number for the first floor.

Tony stopped you by grabbing your shoulders, leading you towards the couch and sitting you next to Morgan. “Forget about the keys,” he said.

Crossing your arms against your chest you laid your head back and sighed, “I can’t believe I just left the keys downstairs,” Morgan patted your head as she shushed you, “that’s so irresponsible,” you sighed leaning into your little sister’s touch.

Pepper leaned on the back of the couch and started stroking your hair and Morgan started to cuddle into you, wrapping her small arms around your waist. “Okay, no come on,” Pepper whispered and rested her head on top of yours.

Tony huffed and sat down next to you, he set a hand on your knee and squeezed. “Okay, everyone calm?” He asked looking at his three girls; Morgan nodded, Pepper glanced over at him, and you took a deep breath. “Okay, now if we take a few seconds and a couple of more deep breaths, can you tell me what happened?”

You shrugged and hugged Morgan closer to your body, “He just broke up with me, okay?” You exhaled and rested your head on top of hers.

Tony eyed you, then looked at Pepper having a silent conversation with her.

“They’re doing it again,” Morgan whispered into you ear.

He finally looked back at you, sighing he rested his elbows on his knees, “That doesn’t make any sense. This is Peter we’re talking about, he’s crazy about you. He calls you twenty-five times a day. Have you seen the cover of his notebook? It's one step away from stalker material.”

Standing up with Morgan still in your arms, you headed towards your room. “ We have to head to bed.”

Both Tony and Pepper stood up and followed you. “No, wait. Take me through the night—” he insisted.

“Step by step,” Pepper finished his sentence.

Tony stopped the door from closing completely on both of them.

“Why?” You argued as you set Morgan down on your bed.

“So we can help decipher what happened.”

You scoffed at your dad, “What happened is that we broke up. He didn’t want to be my boyfriend anymore, end of story.” You said as you grabbed your pajamas and headed towards the bathroom to change.

“That is so not end of story,” muttered Pepper.

You came out of the bathroom with a freshly washed face and a set of pajamas that matched Morgan’s, “Yes it is.” You mumbled as you walked towards your bed and tucked Morgan in.

Tony kept looking at your motions, knowing clearly that you were not okay, he ran his hands down his face and inhaled, watching as you talked to Morgan about what movie to watch before heading to bed. He let out a long breath and decided to continue. “Honey, he did not plan an entire evening complete with dinner and a boat ride, and then decide to dump you for no reason.”

You looked back at him and gave him a blank stare. “How do you know?”

“Because we read every Nancy Drew mystery ever written before you turned eleven. And I know that there’s more to the story than what you’re giving us,” Pepper frowned.

Both your parents just looked at you, following every move. Not being able to take it anymore you walked into the hallway and found several boxes in one of the closets that you guys used for extra storage, grabbing one you went into your room and started shoving anything you could find in it.

“Okay now, what are you doing?” Tony looked at you quizzically.

“I’m getting rid of all this stuff.” You muttered under your breath.

Tony kept looking at you stuffing the box with sweaters, t-shirts, and jewelry, “What stuff?” He questioned not understanding.

“Everything he ever gave me, everything he touched, looked at, just everything.” Setting the box on top of your bed to organize, you started walking around your room and grabbed more things.

“Bug, calm down for one second please.” Tony tried again, moving the box closer to him and trying to close it to stop you.

“He doesn’t want to be my boyfriend— then fine.” You said as you grabbed the box back and placed it near the door.

You walked back towards your bed and leaned over to pick up a stuffed rabbit.

“Okay, yes it will be fine but,” he said glancing at you, “—wait!”

You jumped at that, “What?” You questioned looking at both your dad and Pepper.

He quirked an eyebrow and gestured to the object in you hands, “Cinnamon? Really? Are you serious?” Your dad asked and grabbed the stuffed rabbit, hugging it close to his chest.

Pepper finally understood and plucked the brown bunny from Tony’s grasp, she smiled and placed it next to Morgan who immediately pulled it onto a hug. “You have had that stuffed rabbit since you were three and barely even let me wash it.” Pepper said as she grabbed your hand.

You sat down at the edge of your bed, “The first time Peter came over, he picked it up.” You grumbled.

Your dad kneeled down in front of you and grabbed both of your hands in his, “That’s not Cinnamon’s fault. She was sitting there minding her own business and a strange boy comes in and picks her up, what’s a girl to do?” He smiled as he saw the corner of your mouth quirk up when Morgan giggled.

“I don’t appreciate jokes right now, dad.”

His smile faded as he saw the crease between your eyebrows again, “Okay, so going back too serious. What happened?”

You rolled your eyes and laid down next to Morgan tucking yourself under your blankets. “Nothing,” you mumbled as you laid your head down on your pillow and turned on the TV.

“Is there someone else?” Pepper asked.

You didn’t even turn your head to look at them, “No.”

Tony sat down next to you and you felt him tense up, “Okay, did he try to do something?”

“What?” You asked, still staring at the TV.

He looked over at Pepper who was sitting beside Morgan, she looked up and started having another silent conversation with her again.

“They’re doing it again,” Morgan mumbled as she cuddled into you.

“Well, you know, did he—“ Pepper tried again.

You finally looked up and interrupted her, “What?”

Pepper looked at Tony who exhaled and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Please don’t make me say it, did he want to go faster than what you—“

Not wanting to hear anymore you threw your covers over your head, Morgan followed suit, and laughed at your face, “Oh my god! Dad! Pepper!”

“Okay Tony, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Let’s just all calm down,” You heard Pepper say as there was shuffling. Morgan looked at your face and frowned, she whispered “Wait.” And then poked her head out from under the covers.

“Mommy, daddy,” she caught the attention of both parents, “I think it’s movie time.” She said as she handed the bunny over to her dad and patted his cheek.

You peeked your head out from under the covers too, “I don’t want to look at any of that stuff anymore, I want it gone. Please.”

Tony looked at your face in defeat, he looked over at Pepper who gestured towards the door. “Okay, we’ll put it away.” He said and grabbed the box on his way out.

“No,” you said and he stopped at the door and looked back at you, “guys, I want it out of the house. Throw it away, burn it, do the things you usually do with scrap dad, I don’t care. Just, please I want it gone.”

He sighed, “Bug—”

“Please!” Your voice sounded desperate.

“Okay, it’s gone. We promise.” Pepper said as she patted Tony on the back.

Your shoulders relaxed and you finally laid back down with Morgan wrapping her arms around your neck and kissing your temple, “Thank you.”

“So we’ll take care of this and you two watch a movie and go bed. And then maybe you’ll feel like talking in the morning.” Pepper said as she attempted to shove Tony out the door. “Goodnight love bugs,” she said walking out the door.

“Goodnight little loves.” You heard your dad yell over his shoulder.

“Dad?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you not call me that anymore?”

Tony looked down at the box with a frown, “Okay.”

“Thank you.”

&&.

Tony and Pepper shut the door behind them. Right when Pepper was about to say something Tony turned on his heel and walked towards a coat closet to place the box you gave him in. “Tony?” Pepper questioned as she was following him down the hallway. “Tony?” She tried again grabbing his arm. “Did you know about the boat?”

He sighed. “Yeah, we both set it up. I knew about it all.” He explained the entire thing from Peter coming up to him and asking if you could go out with him, to how he helped Peter program the boat so that it knew where to go.

“So you made her practically beg for her to go out, and now?” Pepper asked frowning at the man in front of her.

“I don’t know, he was good to her. I know I tease but— things just don’t make sense,” he said while running his hands through his hair stomping towards the living room. He sat down on one of the couches and covered his face with his hands. Pepper came up behind him and rested her hands on his shoulders. “So, what are we going to do?” She asked as she rubbed his shoulders. “We have a sad girl who is choosing not to deal with things, and a boy that we actually like but will probably not step foot in this house again."

He snorted. “I guess, we’ll find out in the morning. The team is coming over tomorrow to train, and so is Spiderling, if he shows up.”

&&.

“Hey is the living room rearranged?” Natasha shouted when she the elevator doors opened up. Steve, Natasha, Bucky, and Sam were walking towards the kitchen still discussing the living room when Bucky stopped at the entryway looking in awe at the feast that was on the kitchen counter.

“And who made all of this?” Steve said raising an eyebrow up at Tony.

Tony furrowed his eyebrows, it was too early for this, he had stayed up all night wanting to know if his kid was okay, and now the boy band decided to show up. “What?” He said over a cup of coffee, they have training today, right, shit.

“Good morning!” You sing-songed as you walked in the kitchen freshly showered and dressed at 8 o’clock in the morning. The team just looked at you confused it was Saturday, you never got up past 10 am on Saturdays. They looked over at Tony wanting answers but he just kept his eyes down reading the morning paper on his phone.

“Good morning,” the team said giving a hesitant wave.

“Morning,” Tony grumbled under his breath.

You hummed as you poured yourself orange juice, looking up at the guys you smiled and said, “Men. Nat.” And sauntered your way out of the kitchen with mug in hand.

“Is she gone?” Tony whispered still not looking up.

“Yeah and what the hell is wrong with her?” Bucky questioned.

Tony sighed and ran his hand down his face, setting his phone down finally, “Peter and Y/N broke up last night.”

All the teams eyebrows shot up at that, “What!?” They all looked at each other and waited for Tony to continue.

He broke the silence by letting his head fall on the kitchen counter, “And she won’t wallow,” he said exhausted.

The team started asking a million questions. Tony sat there trying to take it all in with his hands balled up into fists, when he snapped, slamming his fists on the counter.

“She’s been up since 5 am, re-arranging and cooking breakfast apparently—” he said as he gestured to the food and walked towards the living room looking at the couch not facing the TV at all anymore, “god, she even worked out for crying out loud, she just won’t sit still.” Tony looked like he was in the middle of a break down. “I talked to her this morning, well not really I talked and she just said, not now or I’m fine and she isn’t. She slept at 1 am! Woke up at 5! And now it’s 8, she is running on 4 hours of sleep, did you know people can die if they don’t sleep?” He practically yelled as he sat back down, “Plus she won’t stay still long enough for me to catch her or even just give her a hug—” Tony rambled on, he only stopped once Pepper came in, put a plate piled with food in front of him and told him to eat.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, still talking about you and Peter, and asking Pepper the questions they didn’t get to ask Tony. It went on like this for a while but then they heard the pitter patter of feet coming down the stairs, Morgan peeked out from behind the corner still looking sleepy but showered and dressed, courtesy of her big sister.

“Daddy, I got a hug this morning,” Morgan mumbled from the bottom of the staircase rubbing the sleepiness out of her eyes. “I also want some chocolate milk,” she said sitting herself down on a stool. Tony looked at her happy daughter and put his head in his hands, why was she trying to kill him, why were his children so close? It was unnatural.

“Shit Momo, way to kick him when he’s down.” Sam chuckled pouring the milk for his tiny friend.

“Those are mommy’s words only,” Morgan argued back but said a quick thank you as she took the cup of milk.

“I don’t appreciate you cussing in front of my child, bird boy.” Tony pointed at Sam with a fork.

Steve clapped his hands drawing the attention to him, “So what are we going to do about our bug?” This made the team break out into a discussion about you, they were wanting to make you feel better and bouncing ideas off each other. The discussion continued but kept getting louder with every passing moment.

Morgan was the one that broke the argument in the end, “Maybe we should call Harley! He’ll know what to do.”

The team turned their heads and faced Morgan as Pepper came up behind her and started petting her hair, “I think that’s an excellent idea my love.” She set a kiss on the top of her daughters head.

“I say we just kick his ass when he gets here.” Bucky mumbled as he started eating his breakfast again.

&&.

Looking at the clock that was on your night stand, you couldn’t believe it was barely noon. You huffed and sat down on the couch in front of your TV, you didn’t know what to do. You were annoyed because the team, your dad, and Pepper would not leave you alone. They kept trying to give you advise, knocking on your door every 10 minutes, telling you it was okay to be sad, even your dad and Bucky agreed that you should have a day of just wallowing. And you weren’t going to do it, no matter how upset you were.

“I’m not going to wallow dad.” You shouted as you heard a knock on the door.

“It’s not your dad, it’s someone better.” You heard from the other side of the door. You recognized that voice but were confused, you hadn’t heard it in person for almost 2 months.

“Harley?” You questioned as you opened the door. There he was, your best friend, the guy who could put a smile on your face no matter what happened, the guy you ended up tackling down .2 seconds after you opened the door.

“You dick! I haven’t seen you in almost 2 months, and you show up just knocking on the damn door?” You shrieked as you started messing with his hair.

He groaned, “Y/N, stop it! I just got it to be perfect!” He said stepping away from you and towards the bathroom to look at himself in the mirror.

You followed and leaned on the entry way of the bathroom looking at Harley fix his hair, he smirked as he saw you looking at him through the mirror, “Miss me?” He asked turning around and walking towards you with opened arms.

You accepted the embrace and nuzzled your face into his chest, “Yes,” you admitted.

He chuckled at that, “I missed you to.”

“What are you even doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be getting settled in at your new school, and new house?” You said looking up at him.

His mom had gotten a new job out of state, and that was the first time you guys had been apart for more than three days. You two had been inseparable since your dad brought him and his family to the tower for a small dinner. He introduced you to each other, granted you hid behind Pepper the entire time but he grinned, waved, and told your dad that you were pretty. He stepped forward and tried to look behind Pepper, it was friendship at first hesitant wave and the rest is history.

“Who cares about that?” He shrugged and smiled down at you. “Besides I missed my best friend.” He said and went to sit on the small couch that was at the end of your bed.

You looked at him searching for a movie on your TV, you went and sat beside him, eyeing him curiously. “What are you even doing here?”

He hummed and glanced over at you, “Can I not come and hang out with my best friend? The sunshine of my life? The literal epitome of me existence? You wound me Pattertwig.” He said clutching at his heart.

You threw a pillow at him, he hadn’t used that name for you in ages, you hated it but it brought a sense of warmth over you. He laughed and started hitting you with a pillow as well. The laughter settled down when he started clutching his stomach from laughing too hard.

“Okay, fine. I’ll tell you but I am sworn to secrecy, and now you are too. Goonie called me,” he finally said. “With either the help of Irondad or Spice, I think, if she didn’t I will be genuinely impressed.” He looked at your face and sighed. “She told me what happened.”

You winced at that but smiled, “Nothing happened Harley.”

“They’re all worried about you, I’m worried about you.” He said and pulled you into his side, you glanced at him, but then quickly set your eyes again on the TV.

“Maybe just try telling me?” He regretted when the question came out of his mouth because your eyes glazed over.

“Okay hey, if you don’t want to wallow and talk about it— it’s fine. We can do something else right?” You relaxed as he put an arm around your shoulders.

He rubbed your back for a while but then he suddenly shot up. “Let’s go.” He said as he threw you your black leather jacket and he put on his.

“Go where?” You asked putting your jacket and shoes on.

“Explore the city, we’re teens, we don’t need supervision anymore. Mr. Happy can finally take a break.” He said as he lead you out your room.

“I don’t think my dad would like that very much. He barely lets Morgan and I out of his sight, it’s literally just school and back if Happy isn’t with us.” You sped to keep up pace with him.

“Let’s ask then, if you’re so worried.” He said as he grabbed your hand and took you to the living room.

Tony, Pepper, Morgan, and the team heard you both walking into the living room. Tony heard your laugh and it immediately relaxed him, and he owed it all to the boy he should have called in the first place. He saw you both walk in the living room with arms intertwined, he smiled at the sight.

Harley dragged you where your dad was and when you both stood in front of him is when he asked, “Tony, right you’ll let us go to the park? And maybe explore the city?”

He smirked at the boy in front of him, “Explore where?” He asked as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“We,” Harley gestured at the two of you, “and Goonie,” he pointed at Morgan who raised her hand. “Are going to be tourists for a day.” Harley said proudly.

Pepper chuckled at that, “And where pray tell are you going?”

“We’re going to get tattoos,” you grinned.

“And dye our hair!” Morgan yelled in agreement.

“And hell we might even go to the statue of liberty if we get the chance.” Harley high-fived Morgan.

Tony smiled at how happy you looked and agreed, “That’s fine.”

Morgan cheered as she ran to get her coat and Harley followed.

You looked over at your dad and hesitantly asked, “Can we also borrow one of your cars?”

“Yes.” He smiled and nodded.

“Can we also use the emergency credit card?” You asked again.

“Yes.” He said again, surprising you.

You put your hands on your hips, “Are you going to agree to everything I’m saying because you feel bad for me?”

“Yes!” He agreed excitedly and wrapped an arm around you as he walked you over to where Morgan and Harley were.

“Before you go though,” your dad started saying and you looked up, “you have to take Happy.”

You, Harley, and Morgan groaned at that.

“Thanks guys, really, I’m not hurt at all.” You heard Happy say from the elevator.

“No Happy we love you, we do, but we just wanted to go by ourselves.” You covered your face with your hands.

“I know, I know, but I will feel a lot better if he at least followed you in a car behind you guys.” Tony defended himself.

Harley shrugged with Morgan in his arms, “I’m game with whatever.”

Morgan grinned and shouted, “Let’s go!”

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Peter was having a horrible day. He hadn’t gotten more than 4 hours of sleep, he spilled coffee on himself, and he was running late for training. He did not want to come and maybe face the wrath of Mr. Stark, or even the team but he was not going to cower away, not when he really wanted to see you. But the image of last night just kept coming back.

Peter clenched his fists at his side, there was only a foot of space between the two of you, but you might as well been away with your dad in a different country. You two hadn’t spoken to each other since you got out of the boat waiting for a cab, and he kept glancing at you, you had been looking outside the window and had not moved your head from where it was resting. When the cab pulled over, she paid and stepped out leaving him inside.

The cab man grunted and he snapped his head up handing him cash, “Your girlfriend already paid.”

“Right,” Peter said and got out too.

He stopped when he saw you outside on the sidewalk still, not looking at him just staring straight ahead.

He cleared his throat, “I— I think we should,” he stuttered. He was hurt, you didn’t love him, but maybe you could right? With time? “I think we should break up,” he whispered and he heard his world completely shatter around him.

He saw you stiffen and he heard you say fine, then you walked towards the tower entrance not giving him a second glance.

This wasn’t right, maybe he over reacted? He didn’t want to say that to you, he didn’t want you to walk away like this. He wanted to tell you that he loved you, and he would wait no matter what, until you were ready to say those three words back to him. He needed to catch you before you went in and never came back out again.

“Y/N, wait!” He shouted but you quickened your pace.

“Shit,” he grumbled and started running.

He finally caught up to you and attempted to grab your hand but you held it close to your chest.

“I didn’t mean— that.”

“You did, if you didn’t you wouldn’t have said it,” he heard your voice crack and when you turned to face him he saw your red rimmed eyes, and the tears that were threatening to spill.

He felt it then, his entire body became warm and his chest tighten, he was the cause of this, and he promised he was never going to be the cause of this.

“Just let me go inside, please.” You pleaded and that broke him even more, you were trying to get away from him and he let you go.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered as he watched you walk in the tower.

He wanted to talk to you, god how he just wanted to see you and take back what he said. Maybe if he ran into you it wouldn’t be bad, he could talk to you, and everything would be behind you both, right?

Peter walked into the tower and passed the reception area saying hi to everybody. As he was waiting for the elevator to go up he saw Morgan out of the corner of his eye, she was sitting on a bench next to a blonde boy at the other side of the lobby. Mr. Stark never allows her to be out without someone close by, maybe he should go up to them and make sure Morgan is okay. She looks happy though, Peter thought. She was happily swinging her legs and looking at the guys phone when she started giggling at something on the screen. He smiled at that, Morgan looked so care free, he wanted to go say hi for old times sake, and maybe even get an approval pat and kiss on the head from her.

Peter started walking towards them, but then he saw the guy look up and nudge Morgan as he pointed towards something. He saw both of them get up and whisper to each other keeping their eyes forward, he looked at the direction that they were looking at and he held his breath as he saw you walking towards them. You were talking on the phone with an exhausted look on your face, he frowned at that, well it's now or never he thought and kept walking.

Peter stopped again when he noticed Morgan was crouching just like the blonde guy next to her, he looked back at you, but you hadn’t noticed at all you just kept talking on the phone, probably with your dad by the way he saw you roll your eyes. He saw you hang up and attempt to put the phone in your pocket when all of a sudden he saw a small pink ball run past his field of vision in full force and slam into you making your balance falter. That’s when you started laughing, it was music to his ears, the tension in his shoulders went away as he kept looking at you and Morgan. He saw you pick Morgan up and start tickling her, grinning at the sight in front of him, he let out a chuckle as Morgan started shrieking and pulled everyones attention in the lobby towards the two of you. The guy was completely forgotten in Peter’s mind, but then he saw the guy practically jump on top of you wrapping you and Morgan in a giant hug, he saw you laugh out loud again, you seemed unbothered.

Peter’s head started swimming, they’re friends he thought, it's okay because friends hug. He saw you raise up a set of keys with a smirk on your face, looking up at the guy as he smiled and nodded telling you something that made you stick your tongue out at him. Peter held his breath as he saw the interaction, he let it out when he saw Happy come up to the small group and point to the parking garage. His breath hitched again as he kept looking at them, Peter really wanted to deck this guy in the face now. He saw the blonde asshole kiss Morgan’s head then yours, you scrunched your nose at him when he plucked Morgan from your arms. He saw him hold out his hand, and you grabbed it back? What is this, Peter’s mind kept scrambling for answers. He saw you laughing and smiling, and when the asshole pulled you into a hug you hugged him back! Tugging you forward, you wrapped your arms wrapped around his waist. Peter lost sight of you when you made a left and headed to the parking garage.

“What. The. Fuck.” Peter said as stood there, letting the people in the lobby push into him.

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precuredaily · 4 years

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Precure Day 191

Episode: Yes! Precure 5 42 - “Rin and Karen’s Secret Promise” Date watched: 1 June 2020 Original air date: 2 December 2007 Screenshots: https://imgur.com/a/FiOgssJ Transformation Gallery: https://imgur.com/a/6k6SzS0 Project info and master list of posts: http://tinyurl.com/PCDabout

Just a couple of gals being pals: part 2

Karen and Rin seem like an odd pair of friends. This has been pointed out before by me, and by the show itself. In a way, they resemble Nagisa and Honoka from the first series, so while they don’t share as tight of a bond as the original duo, they do have a unique closeness in that “opposites attract” kind of way. Today we’re going to explore that a little more!

The Plot

It’s now December so the girls get to decorating Natts House for the Christmas season sale. Everyone contributes in their way to make sure it looks immaculate, but they forgot to get flowers, so Nozomi voluntells resident flower experts Rin and Karen to go get some.

In Nightmare, Hadenya mocks Bunbee for his constant failure and reminds him that failures usually get the Black Paper. (remember this for next episode)

Rin and Karen arrive at Fleuriste Natsuki, only for Rin’s mom to ask Rin to tend to the shop so she can pick up the twins. Since Rin is stuck, she suggests Karen take the flowers back to Natts House by herself, but Karen offers to stay and help as well. Rin doesn’t think she’s up to the task, but Karen proves her capacity when she helps some customers while Rin is tied up with a phone order. Karen impresses Rin with her knowledge, and Rin impresses Karen with her people skills. Since they’ve been gone a while, Komachi begins to worry about them back at Natts House, and Urara fears they may have gotten into another fight over flowers. Nozomi, however, has full confidence in her decision to send both of them together and tells the others not to worry. Rin and Karen continue to work side by side, and at the end of the shift, Karen observes that Rin is really passionate about flowers, in a more tender way than herself, and tells Rin she could do this for a career. Rin admits that while she certainly enjoys helping out at the shop and playing sports, she doesn’t see them as future careers, and she has no real dream for the future. Karen admits to Rin that she’s in the same boat, even though she’s able to apply herself fully to any task, she struggles with identifying an actual long-term goal for the future. They each compliment Nozomi, Urara, and Komachi in their ability to find and work towards a dream so steadfastly. Then, Rin proposes that they make a promise: whenever one of them finds a dream, they’ll tell the other first. Karen agrees and they share a smile. Unknown to them, Bunbee is around the corner and overhears their conversation, silently mocking their shared goal.

A little later, the pair are on the way back to Natts House, each with flowers in tow, when Bunbee intercepts them, turning some falling leaves into a giant leaf Kowaina. Rin and Karen quickly transform into Cures Rouge and Aqua and start to battle the Kowaina but it overpowers them. Bunbee suggests that, since they have no dreams, they are in despair and should join Nightmare to gain more power. They rebuke him and vow to find their dreams someday. They argue back and forth with Bunbee about the validity and importance of hopes and dreams, similar to Nozomi’s fight with Despariah in episode 39, but he manages to kick them around. Nozomi, Urara, and Komachi arrive in time to tell him that their friends would NEVER fall to despair, and they transform into Precure. They kick the Kowaina a few times, but despite being a leaf, it’s very sturdy. They then turn back to the ideological debate with Bunbee, speaking of the important things they’ve learned from their friends Rin and Karen. Mint recalls the tiara that Rin made for the wedding (ep 32) and Milk remembers how Karen took care of her when she was sick (ep 34). Both instances displayed some true passion and sincerity, and it fosters a realization in Rouge and Aqua. They stand back up, newly energized by the amount of appreciation and support that their friends hold for them, and together they perform Rouge Burning and Aqua Tornado, destroying the Kowaina. Bunbee flees.

Back at Natts House, everyone admires the flowers Rin and Karen brought, but there is some latent curiosity about why they brought two different types: cyclamen and cattleya. Rin explains that they both felt two types would be better than just one, and Nozomi is happy about their choice. While the other three are busy, Karen confides in Rin that she may have found her dream, and Rin admits the same. They dance around admitting that it was the others’ strong words that made them realize how happy they felt working for others in the ways they did, and the audience is left to try to piece together exactly what their newfound dreams are for themselves. (don’t worry, we’ll get find out soon enough.) The episode closes on a shot of the flower arrangements.

The Analysis

Rin and Karen are a really fun duo to watch. I honestly do think it’s because they remind me of Nagisa and Honoka a lot. One is a short-haired working class sporty tomboy with feminine interests, the other is a long-haired intellectual from a wealthy family with absentee parents, and both are well-respected by other students. Before becoming Precure, they had little reason to interact, but now they’re friends. Obviously, the team dynamic means their friendships are different, but out of all the pairs of friends in this series, Rin and Karen bear the strongest resemblance to the originals. Regardless, I genuinely enjoy seeing them come closer, admiring and complimenting each other’s work, and opening up to admit that they don’t have dreams yet (another trait they share with their predecessors). Their promise to tell each other first if they find a dream is really sweet, and even Nozomi and Rin don’t have that kind of a friendship. I just love seeing their bond deepen here.

Unfortunately, the villain plot of this episode doesn’t do a whole lot to help, not in my view. I will always stand up for the girls standing up for the importance of hopes and dreams, which is what they’re doing here, but it just comes down to the same argument they had with Despariah a few episodes ago, or with Bloody the last episode: “Dreams are important!” “No they’re not, I’ll beat you!” until the girls prove that their friendship is actually more powerful. The kowaina is quite strange. It’s a giant leaf, but it’s as sturdy as a brick wall, but Bunbee does most of the fighting while the kowaina just stands around. To his credit, Bunbee is a pretty good fighter, with a devastating dropkick that incapacitates both clusters of girls, but fortunately everybody’s support for Rouge and Aqua inspires them to stand back up and finish off the monster. However, this episode also reinforces a running trend that’s been developing over the series, since the reform of Nightmare’s Dream Collet division: their opinion of Bunbee is in the toilet, and his constant losses do nothing to change this. In fact, this is the last time Bunbee will see the battlefield this season, as the next couple episodes will be fought by Hadenya and Bloody, and then Kawarino during the endgame. It was an alright final fight, but he didn’t use the full range of his abilities, particularly his projectiles, which would have been nice to see.

The best aspect to come out of this is that the Rin and Karen do finally start to realize their future dreams. They’re not expressed out loud quite yet, but this is also a 13 year-old series so I’m going to go ahead and reveal that Rin decides to pursue making jewelry and Karen wants to be a doctor. When you look at their past, it becomes pretty clear. Rin has had a penchant for it since she showed off the bracelet maker way back when, while Karen took her first steps way back in episode 6, when she was able to transform by realizing she wanted to help everyone. That’s the spirit she’s carried all season, and now she’s figured out how she can translate that into her goals for the future. I think it’s particularly great how it was choice words from their friends that made them realize what they love doing. Sometimes it takes that external push, people appreciating your passion when you don’t recognize it about yourself. I struggled with that for a long time, and while I knew kind of where I wanted to end up, a friend’s words definitely helped point me in the right direction. It’s good to see Precure do this, and it will be enjoyable to see how these characters grow and develop their dreams from here, over the rest of this season and the next one.

Some minor aspects I enjoyed were in the opening sequence, when they’re all decorating Natts House. Urara is trying to get position some spotlights just right on a display, because as a performer she knows how the right lighting can influence opinion. Komachi sets out a poem of hers intended to greet guests, and she gets flustered when Karen reads it. It goes:

“A holy day, a holy night. What sort of sky lies above you---... Once again, I wander in search Of you in the sea of stars this night...”

translation not guaranteed to be perfect

Also, Nuts is a total Scrooge, grumbling about how he doesn’t see the point of Christmas. Coco says the girls are enjoying it so it can’t be all bad, and Nozomi informs him that it’s a really important holiday for young girls. (Christmas in Japan is a big night for couples to spend time together.)

And the last bit is a little continuity, they use a Pinky named Clearkuman to copy fliers advertising their Christmas sale. This might be the only Pinky to recur, as it was seen doing the same task way back in episode 10. Also, I don’t think I’ve commented on the cards before that they use to summon Pinkies out of the Dream Collet, so here’s a look:

It’s just so transparently a toy, with the barcode and CARD IN on it. This is about the last chance they have to get kids to ask their parents for this big ticket item before Christmas, and then in 2 months the Rose Pact will be the hot new toy to have instead. So it goes.

All jokes aside, this was a solid episode with some characters I love spending time with and seeing grow, both because they remind me of the original pair and because they’re great in their own right. Next time, we turn our focus back to Komachi and her struggles with authorship. Look forward to it, it’s going to hurt.

Pink Precure Catchphrase Count: 3 kettei!

#Precure #Pretty Cure #Yes! Precure 5 #YPC542 #PCD191

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@streetsofsecrets said: bioshock for bella. munroe too ;o; also mafia ii/iii for whoever!

You already know Bella’s nosey self got wind of Rapture some way somehow and managed to wiggle her way in there. I feel like she found a way to get smuggled in illegally because she’s just always taking the risky route.

Of course, she continued her journalism shenanigans and she only had a handful of devoted readers for a minute but her notoriety really picked up in the midst of the civil war. She’s Bella, she had to give the people the truth and her unwarranted opinion because her journalistic integrity is just strong like that. She caught the attention of Jack and he didn’t even hesitate to send a hit out on her, but she survives it because she’s built different like that.

Instead of letting anyone know she’s okay she decides it’s too risky to continue on how she was, so she fakes her death and goes into hiding. But she can’t just not write, she’d die of boredom! But she also can’t let people know she’s alive because they’ll for sure make sure she’s dead this time, so she writes under an alias; Nicki Cod. Why that name? I have no idea, but people don’t care anyways they still eat her writing up anyway. They don’t even care that nobody has ever seen this mysterious ‘Nicki Cod’ or that she just popped up out of nowhere.

As for Munroe, he doesn’t even live in Rapture! Or at least he didn’t use to. He had plugs and connects down in Rapture who would smuggle him ADAM and things alike and in return he would supply them with their regular degular drugs from the surface that they missed like cocaine. He stayed on the top doing what needed to be done and running his newspaper company and they stayed down there doing whatever it was they were doing.

He just so happened to go down there ONCE because something had went awry and because he lowkey wanted to see what it was like down there. And it just so happened that he went at the worst possible time ever; in the midst of the civil war.

He didn’t care about what was going on, who was in the right, or none of that !!! But, he did have a biasness already towards Fontaine since that’s who he was doing business with mainly so he just went ahead and joined forces with him. Because he has the resources down in Rapture, he plays around with ADAM a lot and comes up with new strands every now and then. Some are goofy like “You’ll grow a 6th toe and finger!” While others are actually helpful like....idk something that would be helpful that the game doesn’t already have.

OOOOOH FOR MAFIA II/II THO (but under a read more because I feel like this post is already kinda long):

In her Mafia III AU, Cynthia isn’t married to Leonel at all or even with him. The only child they have together is Smiley and that was kinda a whoopsies on Cynthia’s end. She doesn’t own her own lad either, instead she works in the lower basement part of Olivia’s lab with other people of color as well actually doing scientific things and not making PCP. She transfers intel to Bear Donnelly who then gives it to Lincoln because she’s tired of white people and all these mob-affiliated people!! Once Lincoln takes over he puts the lab in her hands and as an middle ground type agreement, she allows half of the lab to still be used for racketing while the other half is hers.

Naomi’s Mafia III verse is very similar to her Bioshock verse eeexxxcceeeppptttt that she’s still under Dominic’s management in this verse. She’s more of a local celeb and spends most of her days in the French Ward performing at various clubs and basically a spy for the Amicis/Marcanos. They tried to branch her out and had her perform at the fancy little club that I forgot the name of, but the audience rejected her, and it was a kinda traumatic night all around so now she sticks to being something like a city celebrity while they use her voice for another “singer” so their label can be mainstream.

You know that jewelry shop Vito and Joe we’re robbing in the beginning of the game? Yeah, that was Elijah’s. Well at the time it was his dad’s and it prompted him to enlist in the help of the local mafia to help protect their shop from anything else like that happening. Elijah was young when it happened, probably around a teen or tween, so unlike his main verse he grew up around organized crime. He wouldn’t consider himself a gangster, but he’s more hands on with this verse and helps out with more serious favors more often. And now that he’s older taking care of the shop? It’s like a crime hotspot and despite them being the ones who robbed the store all those years ago, he’s good friends with Joe & Vito and gives them intel every time they come snooping around or he’ll let em use his shop for whatever.

Leonel has some roots in Mafia II, but he doesn’t really sprout until Mafia III due to him being a teen in Mafia II’s timeline. His dad is the godson of the don because I said so. Despite this very important connection to the don, he’s really just street rat and minor gangster title, doing hooligan activities with his brothers, up until things start going haywire. Just when he started getting tasked with doing serious shit, like killing influential people type serious, his mom and dad decided to up and leave to New Bordeaux because they knew the chances of them dying were high out in Empire Bay.

#I can go on and on but I feel like I’m writing too much smsndkdndm #also kinda vague stuff for Mafia 2 because I really haven’t played that full game in YEARS #( ANSWERED ASKS. )#( BELLA ANSWERED ASKS. )#( MUNROE ANSWERED ASKS. )#( NAOMI ANSWERED ASKS. )#( CYNTHIA ANSWERED ASKS. )#( ELIJAH ANSWERED ASKS. )#streetsofsecrets

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