#I had to ramble I’ve been feeling like shit cause we’re moving and I have to go to a different school for senior year
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Room 208|Interrogation II
Kurotsuchi Mayuri x Reader
Word Count: 1,408
cw: slow burn, dark content, future nsfw, modern au, surgeon!Mayuri, thief!reader, doctor kink
AO3 Version | Masterlist
Summary: You and your partner decide to steal from a former surgeon who may not be all that he appears.
Pt. 1 | 2 | 3 |
White.
Everything is bright and painful to your eyes when you open them. It feels like God Himself is staring down at you for several agonizing seconds searing your brain and you remember that one scene from that movie where the guy's head melts. You can't move and it isn't because of whatever Mayuri spiked your drink with.
There are straps at your throat, wrists, and ankles securing you down to a metal bed of some kind. Not just some kind. It's the kind that they use in the morgue to drain the blood and body fluids during an autopsy. Your panic increases ten-fold when you realize that Mayuri has stripped you while you were unconscious.
The surgeon appears at your side, moving the plastic sheeting out of the way that's hanging down from the ceiling, and wheeling in a cart covered in many terrifying implements. There are scalpels, blades, and some other sharp looking tools that you're not familiar with.
"Jesus fuck," you croak.
Mayuri turns around at the sound of your voice. He's wearing a surgical mask and you don't need to see his face to know that he's smiling underneath by the way his eyes alight with manic energy, "Perfect timing. I've just finished setting everything up. I would hate to begin the procedure while you're still sleeping."
There are rusty red splotches on Mayuri's perfect white doctor's coat around the lapels and some of them look suspiciously like fingerprints. You start to notice how some of the plastic sheeting has faint stains on it as well as if it's been wiped down but hadn't come clean in some places.
Mayuri takes a scalpel and seats himself next to you, toying with it between his hands, "I would like to know who you're working for, however. It would be very inconvenient for me to have to relocate again," he taps the blunt side of the scalpel just below your sternum, "I'm waiting."
"I'm not working for anyone," you bite out, "I swear."
He narrows his eyes down at you before rising so suddenly that you can't control the startled cry that slips out when it causes you to jump. Mayuri rips back the plastic sheeting at your feet revealing the wall which is covered in photographs. Some of them are taken through the restaurant window from when you had dinner with Shiki. The rest are of Shiki speaking with what looks like a yakuza member in some shady back alley next to dumpster.
"Care to explain why your little friend was speaking with one of Reio's men a few days ago?"
Shit.
"That's not.. I'm not who you think I am. We're just thieves. Shiki had heard that you were rich and hiding money in your apartment. He wanted me to try and get close to you and find out where it was," your breathing comes harder and you can't keep from pulling at your restraints in your agitation, "that's it. I swear."
Mayuri returns, placing a hand on either side of your body, the messy strands of his blue hair falling around his face as he leans over you.
"I'm telling the truth," you plead, "I'm sorry alright."
"No. You're sorry you got caught," Mayuri said lowly, "No one is ever truly sorry. They believe they are once I begin cutting," he ghosts the blunt side of the scalpel just below your left nipple over your heart, "This is just delusion of course. A side effect of dealing with the pain; rambling out what you think I want to hear so it will stop. It's quite tiring."
"You're sick."
Mayuri's eyes sparkle in amusement, "On the contrary, miss y/n. Do you think that people such as yourself actually matter? A filthy girl that would take advantage of a, as you put it, sick man for her own gain?"
"Is this what Nemu would have wan-" you don't finish the sentence because the scalpel is flipped, the blade slicing across your ribs in a fluid motion, making you hiss out in pain. Mayuri presses his face in very close to yours so that your breaths mingle through filtered cloth before he hisses, "You don't get to say her name."
For the first time the surgeon has expressed real emotion, hatred that's festered like an infection for years bubbling to the surface, and it makes your heart pound until you're light headed from fear. The moment stretches as he lingers over you, longer than necessary to get the point across, and you're becoming hyper aware of every little detail. The way the coarse fabric of his coat caresses your stiff nipples, his hair tickling your forehead, and his pupils dilating above the mask with blood lust and maybe something else.
"Fuck you," you said quietly if only to break the tension.
It was making your body react in ways that were very inappropriate given the situation and you just needed him off of you.
"Finally. An honest response," he murmured, still too close, his upper body covering yours so closely your blood would certainly become the newest stain on his coat. Mayuri withdrew leaving your personal space at last and you took in deep even breaths of air trying to purge the overflow of emotions. The pain in your side is dulled by the chilly temperature in the room somewhat and you grimace seeing it. It's a cut about the length of your hand, not very deep judging by the sluggish amount of bleeding, but would need stitches you could already tell.
Mayuri has his back to you at the table grabbing something you couldn't see from your position off the tray until he returned holding a curved needle and thread.
"You're not going to kill me?"
He didn't answer, his latex covered fingertips going to the wounded flesh of your side and pinching it together, making you hiss in pain again. You were confused, downright fucking bewildered, by this sudden turn of events. The needle dipped through the two halves of your skin as Mayuri made the first stitch quickly and skillfully finishing the job with a bandage over the top.
"No. I'm going to use you," Mayuri said as he applied the tape to hold it in place, "You will atone for disrupting the life I've made here. Just the careless mention of my name will no doubt bring Reio's dogs sniffing around my door."
"You're hiding from them? But Shiki found you in no time."
"Are you actually so arrogant to believe that you're the only one with inside sources? I knew that you were stupid but it's truly incomprehensible how you've lived this long fumbling in the dark like a blind infant without getting yourself killed or arrested."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" you demanded despite your predicament feeling instant regret as your temper flared indignantly getting the better of you.
"It means," Mayuri dug his fingers cruelly into the bandage making you wince, "that van sitting outside my apartment couldn't have been more obvious if it had flashing neon lights. Before you even knew who I was I'd already looked into all three of you. I wasn't certain about your connections with Reio until a few days ago so I had to be sure. Seems I was correct in my assessment that you're just common street trash, after all. A man like Reio wouldn't be interested in an amateur like you," he finished dismissively, relieving the pressure on your wound where it had bled through the gauze. You wheezed out a breath you'd been holding as the pain lessened only slightly.
Mayuri removed his mask tossing it onto the tray before raking gloved fingers through his hair to adjust the longer section of his undercut back into place.
"What do you want from me?"
"You're going to help me kill Reio," he stated with absolute confidence, "I've grown weary of always looking over my shoulder. He considers Pernida's death a personal offense and if he believes that he has me cornered he will want revenge."
"Or," Mayuri's hand came to rest against your thigh, "I could take my time with you instead. Just like I did with Pernida. It would surprise you how many things the human body can continue to function without."
His smile was chilling as if he were daring you to say no.
So you said yes.
He patted your leg condescendingly, "Good girl."
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I missed you too!!! 🫶 haha I bet. It was the universe bringing us back together again 😌 I've been alright, nothing out of ordinary happened lately so that's cool. Working (except for today and tomorrow cause I had a few days off), been spending some time with my little nephew- he's 3 and such a cutie 🥰 I almost got baby fever but then I came back to my senses lmao.. but yeah, that's what I've been doing, ohh and I also have to move out of the place where I live now, in march 🥲 it is what it is..
Idk what's been happening with your blog or the people around here but my best advice is to just ignore them.. not sure if you're aware but we're kind of a mess rn, everywhere you look on sm, in this fandom, someone's always fighting 😶 Maybe do what you think it's best for you. I don't like it either when someone's trying to control my every move like "you gotta do this, you gotta like that, you cannot! say stuff like this" , ofc interactions wouldn't even be fun anymore so what's the point of having this place dedicated to something you like if *some* people are acting up.... If you feel the need to step away from it for some time I wouldn't blame you. And you can still enjoy whatever content you like without someone always breathing down your neck, you know. See now I started rambling and I don't even know the context of your anger 🤣🤣 but my advice is still the same> just ignore them..
But what does it mean "someone from inside the house"?? There's more tea??? 👀 *drags the chair closer*
Also, just so you know, anger issues aren't any better even if you're 5'6..... I'm the type of person to try to be calm and hold it together for as long as possible and then one day I just explode and almost bite everyone's head off 😮💨 that's on unexpected tmi 🤪
- 🎃
“but then i came back to my senses” PUMPKIN 🤣🤣 you’re too real for that lmao. you’re moving out in march? how’s the apartment hunting going?
yeah tbh lately i’ve been pretty quiet on this blog so not a lot is happening in terms of broader fandom interactions so thankfully no one’s fighting on the blog as of late (knock on wood, knock on wood, knock on wood). so yeah things have been simmering elsewhere (starts with obs and ends with something that rhymes with “murder” lmao) for A While and honestly i had unresolved feelings about that that i’ve just been trying to brush off (bc it’s literally over the stupidest thing) but smth just really set me off this past week lol. then i found out even more things to be mad about
you build a house with rooms for everyone to cater to their own shit. then you renovate another room for you to do your niche lil thing and people demonize you and burn your fucking house down and scurry off to another house that they built god knows when (god does know when) and still question why you’re not making more effort to put out the dumpster fire.
saurrr yeah, that’s been my past few days :D (and if we’re being honest, since october 23, 2023 too lmao)
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Love Like You [Cholenette]
Content: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Song: Love Like You (Steven Universe)
Pairing: Queen Bee | Chloé Bourgeois/Ladybug | Marinette Dupain-Cheng
Header: @/valvalentintin
Reblogs: Let me know that you enjoy my work and want to see more, so don’t forget to like and reblog (and comment in the tags. I love seeing people’s rambles in the tags)!
This work's concepts, plot and original characters are my own which means I do not allow any sort of creative theft nor do I allow my work to be entered into any sort of A.I. bots. Thank you for respecting my space and boundaries.
If I could begin to be
Half of what you think of me
She didn’t know what made her forgive her in the end.
I could do about anything
I could even learn how to love
“I want to apologize… for everything I’ve done to you. The name-calling, the bullying, the ignorance.” Chloé sighed. “I was so mean to you because I couldn’t keep my shit at home together.”
“I forgive you.”
“Huh?”
“We were kids then, we’re adults now. Things have changed.” Marinette paused. “For the better, I hope?”
“Yes, I promise!”
When I see the way you act
Wondering when I’m coming back
Especially when it took her this long.
I could do about anything
I could even learn how to love
“Can I tell you something?”
“Yeah…?”
“I’m Ladybug.”
One beat.
Two beat.
Three beat.
Four.
“WHAT?”
Chloé could barely hear Marinette’s laughter over the sound of her beating heart pounding in her ears.
Her longtime crush was her new-found crush!?
I always thought I might be bad
Now I’m sure that it’s true
Watching Marinette— Ladybug soar through the air was a different feeling.
Her heart pounded in two different directions.
One in admiration,
And the other in distress.
‘Cause I think you’re so good
And I’m nothing like you
To watch her put her life on the line to protect the people of Paris.
When she’s only ever put them in harm's way.
Look at you go
I just adore you
“You’ve got this, Ladybug!”
Ladybug winked. “With my number one fan here, I can do anything!”
I wish I knew
What makes you think I’m so special
“Chloé!”
Chloé smiled and went to face her, but Marinette had other plans as she launched herself on her back.
Causing them both to tumble to the ground.
“Marinette!” Chloé tried to say sternly, but she couldn’t help but join in the giggles.
If I could begin to do
Something that does right by you
Ladybug hadn’t seen it coming.
But she did
And so she moved in.
I would do about anything
I would even learn how to love
“Ladybug!”
“Huh— CHLOÉ!”
When I see the way you look
Shaken by how long it took
She would have been hospitalized if it weren’t the Miraculous Cure.
She did however receive the scolding of a lifetime.
I could do about anything
I could even learn how to love like you
“Please never do that again.”
“But without you, then—"
“I can’t lose you, Chloé.”
“And I can’t lose you, Marinette.”
Love like you
And so,
They did the one thing that they felt would keep them together forever.
Till death do them part.
Love me like you
“Love you, I do."
Ko-Fi | Commission | Masterlist
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Regarding the future of this blog
Hi folks! This one got a bit long, so I'm putting it under a cut.
TLDR: I've been really unhappy blogging for quite a while, so I'm finally embracing being a messy, multifandom blog that posts things without tagging them well, posts more personal things, mostly focuses posting my own fic on AO3, etc. If you're not into that, feel free to eliminate my presence on your dash. XO -Silent
When I started this blog a few years ago, I was essentially starting with zero knowledge of the social side of the internet. Sure, I'd read stuff on tumblr blogs, but I’d never used tumblr or looked at anything besides what was listed directly on a masterlist. I’d never used other social media sites, either. So, when I started using things like tumblr and instagram and even discord, I was trying to follow along and do whatever everyone else was doing. I tried to post clearly tagged stuff and keep my blog super organized; I posted cutesy photos with whimsical captions; I tried to find my footing in conversations that were hard to follow. But I always felt like I could never keep up. I was trying to follow the motions to make my online spaces what I thought they needed to be, but I never could do the motions quite right, so I kept getting more and more discouraged.
Why am I telling all of you this? Because I think 2024 is the year something needs to change.
I started off wanting this blog to be super pretty and aesthetic. I wanted my fics to be clearly organized and have easily navigable links. I wanted to only reblog fandom-specific things. I wanted to keep everything very on topic. And I wanted to be active in fandom (interacting with other fandom readers, makers, doers, etc.). But in trying to do all of the former, I’ve spent so much physical and mental energy that I don’t have the time, energy, or ability to do the latter. I felt like if I couldn’t do all of that, I shouldn’t do any of it, and, well, that’s plain not true.
The truth is this: I’m messy, and I write slowly. I like so many things, and I actually love to talk a lot. Keeping tags organized is hard and it makes me tired. Posting on tumblr (instead of just ao3) is hard sometimes because it makes me tired. I like talking to people and reccing fics and gushing over art, but I can’t always make it picture-perfect or aesthetic or linked so it’s easily navigable. Life is hard, and using social media should be something fun, not something to agonize over.
So, I’m making some changes:
I’m gonna be posting a lot more. Rambling about life. Sharing writing updates. Making you all privy to my shower thoughts.
But the writing projects I have will still be long hauls. Strap in, folks, ‘cause we’re probably looking at months-long to years-long updates. (Nothing is ever dead, just, you know, aging like fine wine or something.)
I’m not sure how many writing projects will be posted here, either. I enjoy posting on AO3. I like the format. I like the way it works. I like that it organizes everything for me. If I post something there, I’ll obviously share the link here, but I don’t know how many fics I’ll be posting here moving forward.
Also, I’m just gonna start reblogging shit like crazy. Anything! Everything! All at once! The tumblr is my oyster!
Despite reblogging more, I’m just gonna let this blog become more disorganized. If I have the energy to tag stuff, I will, but I think I’m just gonna focus on sharing things rather than sharing things in a way that’s particularly organized.
I’m gonna start reblogging more fic recs here, too (and sharing ones from AO3!). I will, of course, be keeping my fic rec blog, and it’ll get its own small update post, but the goal is to just give myself the permission to be less organized so I have more energy to enjoy and share fic.
Related: the blog might get a makeover. I’m not sure yet because I’ve had roughly the same colors/theme/pfp for all the years I’ve had this blog, so changing it will be hard. (And I have no idea what exactly to change to!) But we’ll see. Ideas are welcome.
I feel a little melodramatic making this big, long post about this, but I feel like the folks that are still hanging around my blog (you lovely, few and far between, who are neither bots nor dead blogs, I adore you all immensely) are hanging around for a reason, and I want to give fair warning that the activity levels here will be changing, the tagging system/findability of things will be changing, the location of fics being posted will be changing. It felt right to warn people so they could unfollow/block if they so desire.
But anyway, happy (late) 2024! I hope this post finds everyone well, and I’m excited to see what the future holds!
-Silent
#silent talks#blog update#this feels so dramatic and pointless to post#but I also just wanted to get my thoughts out there written down#so I could start changing things#because to change something intentionally you must acknowledge what it is you want to change and how#and also I wanted to give folks a bit of a warning to unfollow if they don't like the changes that are coming#because I think I was still trying to hold onto what my blog was when it started#and it is NOT gonna be like that anymore#2024 is the year of being myself unapologetically#and that starts with my tumblr blog
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F.I.L.A (FALL IN LOVE AGAIN)
Luka Megurine x G!N Reader
word count: 2.3k
Every time, without skipping a beat, you would always end up running into this pink-haired girl. Childhood, at the age of six years old. She was the one who pushed you off the slide, causing you to scrap your knee. Letting out the loudest and most embarrassing cry you could ever recall back to. Middle school, you met again, a hint of anger still lingering as she paid you no mind at all. After all, who would remember something as trivial as this? Well, other than you of course. So with you and your group of friends, you did your best to avoid her for as long as you could. Praying and hoping that one day she would move away so she wouldn’t remind you of your constant embarrassment.
Luck wasn’t always on your side, however. By the time high school started- you realized that in most of your classes you were with her. Either sitting right in front of you, or even worse- sitting right next to you. You cursed the God that you prayed to, wishing that whatever sick joke that she was playing on you would stop. For the most part, she was completely chill. Paying you no mind as she mindlessly scribbled sorry excuses of notes down. As the months progressed and you accepted the new girl as your classroom neighbor, your small hate of her slowly dissolved into a neutral feeling. You even finally decided to learn the name of the girl you “hated” once and for all.
Luka Megurine. It was a pretty name for a girl you considered cute.
Wait.
What.
You scratched that thought from your head. No time for generic school crushes, after all.
By the time your second year of high school started, your classes with her drastically decreased. You only had three classes with Luka Megurine. It was fine for the most part, still a bit strange that you would turn around to work with someone- only for them to not be the pink-haired girl like usual. You did well enough in your classes, had the same group of friends, ate the same school lunches as you always did. A normal, monotonous life that you didn’t mind at all.
Well, that all changed when you had the smart idea of walking to your chorus class to talk to your teacher during lunch. You hadn’t even heard her coming behind you, the song was so loud in your ear as you fell face first into the floor. You groaned against the floor as you slowly raised your body from off the ground. You went to take a headphone out from your ear, only to realize that it had fallen out. You turned to the person who bumped into you.
“Shit, have you seen my-”
Why was Luka Megurine using your headphone?
“You listen to this song too? It’s from my favorite group!” Luka exclaimed as she looped her arm with yours. “Fall in Love Again'' is their best song. We’re best friends now.”
“Hey, you can’t just-”
“Momoi Airi is one of the best in the group to me. She has pink hair just like me! Could you believe that she’s only two years older than us too? I really wanna be like her when I get older too- I’ve been practicing guitar and singing in my free time-” Luka said, her rambling continuing on as you listened. You couldn’t deny it felt nice to know someone else who always was a fan of “More! More Jump!” You could wait to see your chorus teacher for now-
By the time the bell rang, you both had managed to end up in the class hallway sitting in front of her locker. Luka was showing you all of the photo cards and videos of the concerts she had gone to. Telling you story after story of all the times she was so close to meeting Momoi. You wouldn’t deny that she was rather weird. Bumping into a random classmate before dragging them around the school to gush about a girl group. However, you also couldn’t lie that it was all rather charming. By the second bell, she followed you to your locker as she continued on and on about the group. You listened intently, replying with your own comments here and there as you headed to your own class.
“Ah, wait, wait! I never learned who your bias was in the group!”
“Hinomori Shizuku. I like her the most.” You replied with a smile.
“Oh, that makes a lot of sense! See you in class, tomorrow.”
The rest of the school day went in a flash. You barely could remember what your teachers bothered to teach you and all you could think about was Luka Megurine. She was cute, she had a fun personality, and really knew what she was talking about. You went home watching more dance clips of Momoi then you did before- after all, Luka had mentioned that she was one of the best dancers in the group which you just had to argue that Hanasato was a much stronger dancer. It was an interesting back and forth that you two had, neither of you had made points, just reciting comments that you had read and taken as fact.
“Sweetie, were you able to talk to your teacher about dropping out of that group?”
Well, that was an issue for you to deal with tomorrow, before you spent another lunch talking to Luka that is.
By the third year of high school, you could officially say that you and Luka were “besties” ; the two of you were nearly inseparable. She naturally blended in with the rest of your friends as she was always there. Liting up the room with her smile and always giving you the latest news of Momoi, and sometimes Hinomori if you were lucky. It became a trend that halfway through the lunch period, she would pull you away from your friends to walk around the school together and talk alone. As if Luka wanted to honor that “special day” as much as she could. Of course, it wasn’t complete if you two didn’t listen to the same song as well. Despite listening to it everyday for 30 minutes each time. It never got old, and you enjoyed every second of it.
“I still can’t believe I made the group. Mrs.Yowane was so excited when I went to audition and she accepted me on the spot! I still can’t believe you left to begin with, this is the best thing that could happen to me.”
“Well, if I hadn’t left, I don’t think she would have another free spot. So, maybe it was just fate that it didn't work out.”
“I just hope fate lets us be together forever. I really like you, will you-” Luka stopped for a second as her face grew red. She grabbed onto your hands as she bowed. “Will you go out with me?”
You didn’t even stop for a second to think, before shouting out a “yes!”
The last year of high school was filled with the sweetest of memories. The days that were surrounded with childish glee, the more you two learned of each other. The more attached you got. Luka was growing so fast as an artist. Her guitar skills were amazing and her vocals were perfect. You even got to reconnect with your old group members: Meiko, Gumi, Lily, Flower! They were all here and you got to even watch their practice stages before anyone else. Luka and you were so happy.
So why.
Why did she just leave you without saying goodbye?
Halfway through the school year, she was just gone. No call or text-backs, no one in your friend group ever found out where she went, and her locker was now just empty. You were so scared that something had happened to her, that you even went to her house, hoping that someone would answer. You were so glad to see that her mom was there, but Luka was gone. She had moved halfway across the country with her father to pursue her dreams.
“Had she not told you dear?”
No, no she hadn’t. You choked on the tears that fell down as you cried into the older woman. You tried to hold back the pain that you were holding onto. To pretend that you were just happy that she was able to do this! She was going to accomplish everything she wanted to do. The cry was the loudest you ever sobbed. When you went home, you couldn’t eat for days as you cried yourself to sleep.
That was five years ago. For the most part you were doing much better now! You managed to get a pretty decent job working in journaling and your roommate, Yuezheng Longya, was a generously well-off man who didn’t mind paying for most of the rent. As long as you made sure not to make the apartment a complete pigsty like his previous roommate. You couldn’t deny that you were slowly harboring feelings for him. He was handsome, straight forward, quiet. The opposite of the person who had broken your heart years ago. You could tell him eventually how you felt when you were more certain of your emotions, for now, you were content with having a close friend.
Of course, all things from your past always come back to haunt you. As you scrolled through your phone, a certain face came back. The same long pink hair and blue eyes that were once full of life, looked dull and empty in the photo. She would be returning back to this old city for a concert before going on hiatus.
“Oh, so she can tell others where she’ll be going, but she couldn’t even bother telling me?” You said out loud. Anger lingered in your voice as you shut your phone off. The pain nearly threatened to return as you got up off the couch and headed to your room. You slammed the door as you tried to sleep it off.
You heard a knock on your door.
“Hn, you alright in there?”
“I’m just pissed off, Longya. I just need to sleep it off.”
“I’ll make you dinner, rest up now.”
“Thank you.”
You finally passed out that afternoon, waking up at 8pm. Panic almost overtook you before you realized that it was still the same day and that you didn’t miss work. On top of that, it was your day off. You checked your phone, noticing that you had three missed calls. One of them being from your own mother. Before you called her back, you saw that you had a text that simply read: ‘come over, it’s important.’ without any more questions. You got dressed and dashed out of your room.
“Oi, dinner will be ready soon. Don’t stay out too late.”
“I shouldn’t be long.” You said as you grabbed the door and slammed the door on your way out.
“I really need them to stop slamming my door.”
You didn’t live too far from your mother’s house, it was a 30 minute walk from yours to hers. 25 minutes if you speed walk, and currently, 20 minutes if you straight up run. You were exhausted and had to catch your breath when you finally arrived. You looked up slowly, shock filled your body as you noticed a familiar figure who sat on your old stairs.
“Why the hell are you here?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Why the hell are you here?” You said again, not letting up your feelings.
“I really messed up big time, and I’m so sorry. I just want to go back to what things used to be.”
“Do you really think that you can just walk back into my life? Think a “sorry” is just going to cut it? You walked away from everyone, all of your friends. Without even bothering to say goodbye.” You tried to steady your breathing as you continued. “Even when you were gone, you couldn’t even bother to contact any of us and you just think coming back with that is enough?”
“I- I was wrong, I was so scared to tell anyone. I couldn’t even have the courage to contact you guys to tell you what happened. I was a coward during all of this.”
“Coward is an understatement.”
“Mo-Momoi, I talked to her,”
Wow, congratulations. She accomplished all her dreams after abandoning everyone.
“She told me how wrong I was and that if I wanted to keep being an idol I had to set things straight. B-but, I realized that I didn’t want to be an idol if it meant that I could never meet you again. I just wish I did things differently, I’m so sorry. I wish I wasn’t selfish towards you and treated you better.”
You didn’t say anything else. You sat next to her and leaned your head against her shoulder. You pulled out your earphones, placing one in your ear, one in her own. She was confused but relaxed as an old song played.
“I don’t think we can ever go back to the way things used to be, but.” You started. Her apology was genuine, but you didn’t trust her yet. Not after what she did. “I really want you to prove that you really mean it.”
She looped her arm around yours, just like she did before.
“I promise.”
You both stayed quiet, letting the song play.
Tonight the stars out, lights flash. Thinking I was gonna dance, but rewind, playback. Now you got me in a trance.
Sometimes you wish you weren’t so hopeful and naive when it came to Luka. Your heart pounded a familiar beat as you placed your hand on hers.
Tonight we, tonight we Fall In Love Again.
#luka megurine#luka megurine x reader#personal fav#vocaloid x reader#vocaloid fics#vocaloid#guess star s*kai characters because why not!#infodumper luka is real btw#thank you twice for giving writing ideas <3#Mimis writing
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Under the Floorboards
(Technoblade x Reader) link to Pt. II :)
Picking up a bundle of wood you let out a soft breath, you watched as it escaped out your lips in front of you in a small cloud. Trudging through the snow you made your way back to your house, well it wasn’t really your house. A few months ago you ran into Technoblade while he was searching for a new home far away from this place called L’manburg; he told you he was in retirement and was surprised to find another person all the way out here. As a wandering adventurer, you eventually won him over with your charm, wit, and humor.
That was a joke of course.
You both started a mutual trade agreement, on your way back from the adventures you’d always take a pit stop at his place so he could see if you had anything worth trading. It started slow, he realized you would come back very late at night, and very weary. He offered you to stay the night once, then once turned into twice and before you knew it you began to stay at his place after every late-night adventure. As you spent more time together he helped you become a better fighter, and farmer and you helped him learn social skills and how to cook food that wasn’t steak.
He never told you about his time in the country of L’manburg or why he was in retirement in the first place but you didn’t mind. Everyone has their secrets and even if both of you were considered friends at this point you never pried. Not even when you’d catch him mumbling to himself about chat, or the bloodthirsty look in his eyes after he killed an animal. You kept your mouth shut out of respect, you could tell he appreciated the gesture.
You earned yourself a friendship emerald after he introduced you to his oldest friend Philza, the man treated you like you were his family. It made you feel wanted and welcome, Techno had a little smile on his face the entire interaction as the both of you bonded. In his mind he was ecstatic his two favorite people were getting along. Techno walked Philza out of the house and returned holding an emerald out to you, you knew how valuable these emerald were to him. You were in such shock and awe you almost started crying which caused him to panic.
“I’ll treasure it with my life.” You told him kissing said emerald gently, blush spread across his pale face to his pointed ears.
“I’m glad.” He rubbed the back of his neck, “Chat- chat stop I’m not simp.” You heard him whisper hiss softly but you ignored it, choosing to smile at him instead. He noticed and his blush only deepened. You took his hand, it was so small intertwined in his own, and squeezed it softly.
Eventually, the both of you grew closer than just friends which understandably scared the half pigman to death. You caught him mumbling to himself more frequently, especially when you both were out fighting monsters and gaining experience.
Things like: “I’m not a simp” and “Calm down I’m gonna protect her” as well as “I can’t just say that!” Were very frequent mumblings of his, your brow furrowed and after fighting a baby zombie you turned towards him,
“Hey Technoblade you doing okay?”
“Yes!” He sputtered out reassuring you that he was just fine by saving you from a Skeleton.
You two watched the sunset that same day from on top of a snowy mountain and he confessed to you. The confession was a bit rough around the edges but then again so was he, so to you, it was perfect. You took his hands to get him to stop rambling and kissed his knuckles. He made an embarrassed sound and looked away from you, you cooed teasingly at him and accepted. From then on you both were attached at the hip, well as attached as he’d let you be there was still that level of awkwardness that came with any new relationships but it was wonderful. You’d both spent hours by the fireside as he read to you, you’d help him care for Carl and get enchanted books all the while you were in awe of this magnificent and mysterious man before you.
Shaking your head smiling to yourself you trudged back to his house, the emerald around your neck bounced in tandem with your steps. Technoblade never liked leaving you alone, you reminded him constantly that you had a life before he was in it but he still seemed to be on edge. You figured it had something to do with his past so you did your best to reassure him that you’d be safe when he was away; Techo seemed to appreciate your efforts at least. Whenever he got back from what you assumed was visiting Phil (after all, Carl was gone), you were going to run him a bath and braid his hair the way he liked. Maybe you’d make him a nice dinner then you’d both fall asleep together while reading. It’d earn you some soft kisses and snuggles later, you giggled to yourself as you put away the wood. If you told anyone else this giant of a man, who you’ve seen wipe out hordes of monsters like it was nothing, loves to be cuddled at night they’d call you insane.
You wandered down into the basement to feed his cow but the sound of a blocks-breaking startled you out of your daydream. You whipped around pulling out your sword in the way Technoblade showed you and came face to face with a blonde child peeking out from the floorboards.
“What the FUCK?!” You both shrieked at one another, he moved to try and scramble back down the hole. You followed him down his ladder, you weren’t going to let this child get away with living under your boyfriends’ house so easily. You backed him into a corner and took note of his beat-up appearance and his attempts to look brave as he held up his hands. Sweat gathered on his brow but you didn’t let your guard down, before you could open your mouth to question him he began to talk so fast and loud you could barely keep up.
“OI, OI, OI, OI! LADY, LADY, LADY, CALM DOWNNNN CALM DOWN! SEE, SEE WE’RE BOTH IN TROUBLE CAUSE WE’RE BOTH STEALING- BORROWING FROM THE BLADE! THE BLADE KNOWS ME! I AM HIS LITTLE BROTHER, TOMMY, I AM SURE YOU’VE HEARD OF ME! THEREFOR I’M NOT DOING ANYTHING WRONG. YOU-YOU, ON THE OTHER HAND, ARE A STRANGER! YOU KNOW HE’S A BLOOD GOD RIGHT? HE’LL ABSOLUTELY KILL YOU, BUT BUT! IF WE KEEP THIS BETWEEN US I WON’T HAVE TO TELL HIM ANYTHING AT ALL FAIR? SEEMS FAIR TO ME-”
You reached your hand out to cover his mouth, your eyes narrowed into slits, “Start again. Softer and slower. Techno never told me he had a brother.” You watched the eyes of the blonde widen in surprise, assumingly at the notion that you already knew Technoblade. Slowly you removed your hand from his mouth but didn’t lower your guard. He cleared his throat, swallowing tentatively.
“I’m Tommy. We’re not related by blood- who ARE you?” he pressed still completely baffled at the appearance of a GIRL who knew Technoblade. Before you could even respond to him he let out another baffled cry. “DOES HE SIMP FOR YOU!?” He shrieked pointing at you as he waved his finger around. “THERE’S NO WAY- HE DOES HOLY SHIT!” Tommy laughed as you blinked rapidly, how was he able to read all that without you even saying anything? You were trying to process who this kid was while also being stuck on the blood god thing. You felt Tommy’s arm around your shoulders suddenly as he pulled you close. “Well, Miss Blade now that we know who you are maybe we can strike a deal-“
“Absolutely Not.”
“HEY! Come on now.” Tommy whined loudly, “I need your help here! Look I’m sure you know why he’s in hiding and all...and well...I might’ve pissed the same people off and-”
“Actually no. I didn’t know that…” You spoke softly deflating a little, “He’s in hiding? From who exactly.”
A look of shock came across Tommy’s face, “You mean...you don’t know? Like about L’manburg and his betrayal.”
“Does it sound like I know? Look Tommy you seem like a nice kid really, but you need to leave-”
“Nonononnonononono. Look it’s fine, I’ve been living here for weeks now-”
“WEEKS?” You snarled a pink flush coming to your cheeks, you grabbed the boy’s arm and began to drag him up the ladders in Techno’s house. Hee was going to kill you like actually this time. You were about to throw open the door but it swung open in front of you. Techno was standing there completely bruised and bloody and you immediately dropped Tommy in favor of him.
“Oh my god Techno what happened?” You breathed out a worried breath he was about to respond before he noticed Tommy. He grabbed you by the arm and pushed you behind him guarding you with his body.
“Tommy.” He snarled as the boy once again shrieked and booked it back down the ladder Techno turned towards you, “Stay here.” Technoblade commanded you softly the look in his eyes could only be described as desperate. “Don’t leave. Please.”
“I won’t…” You murmured watching him disappear after the British boy, you hoped he was going to explain everything to you after he dealt with the raccoon. You could hear them shouting from down below you, you couldn’t push it off any longer you needed to get answers from him.
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Part II maybe? Lmk if there’s an interest! Cause I love this man with my whole heart! Thanks so much for reading 🥺✨ link to Pt. II :)
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daydreams : b.b
there’s always been something between you and bucky. but when it comes to telling him, you’re left wishing for a daydream that’ll never be. (inspired by the song daydream by maisie peters) (2.2k)
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“Mornin’ Y/n,” Your ears perk up as Bucky strolls into the kitchen with a tired smile, one that never fails to warm your heart.
Natasha resists the urge to chuckle at your lovesick state as you try to subtly watch Bucky make his morning coffee. “Sleep well, Barnes?” Natasha asks, seeing your eyes widen out of the corner of your eyes. If only Wanda were here, she’d love to know what you’re thinking about.
“Not really, I’ve been finding it hard to fall asleep.” Bucky explains, now leaning against the kitchen counter as he blows on his coffee, unaware of the near heart palpations you’re having at the sight of his pursed lips. “A lot on my mind, but nothing at the same time.”
“I get that,” You speak up, now catching Bucky’s attention. “you wish your brain had an off switch, god knows I need one.” You chuckle into your cereal and hear Bucky laugh softly to himself.
“Well, maybe Tony will make one for us someday, doll.” Bucky jokes as he winks to you and nods to Natasha before exiting the kitchen.
Natasha raises a brow to you as you try and avoid choking on your cereal. “Huh, doll?” Natasha quips, causing you nearly splutter your coffee all over the counter.
“Oh stop,” You nudge her lightly. “it’s nothing really. Bucky calls all of us doll.”
“I don’t think so,” Natasha comments. “I think you’re the only one he calls doll, Y/n.”
You shake your head in disbelief. “Nah, I swear I’ve heard him call Wanda doll before.” You trail off, trying to think deeply if you’ve actually heard him call anyone by the nickname, or if in fact, it has only been you.
Picking up her coffee, Natasha simply mumbles into it. “Whatever helps you get through the day, Y/n.”
*
Yawning, you couldn’t help but feel your eyes drooping as you stare at the screen.
“We keeping you up, Y/n?” Steve jokes as you curl up on one end of the sofa whilst Bucky remains on the other.
“Nope, I’m good.” You comment, giving Steve a thumbs up.
“And you call us old, huh?” Bucky adds, feeling you kick his foot off the sofa playfully as you pick up a cushion and hug it tightly.
Within a matter of minutes, you give in to the desire to fall asleep. At first, neither men notice the lack of comments or shuffling from you. But when you subconsciously dip towards Bucky, his reflexes aren’t what they once were.
Bucky looks down to see you lying on his metal arm, still hugging the cushion as your breathing deeply, lost in a heavy sleep. “Oh, Y/n.” He chuckles quietly as he lifts his arm up and wraps it around you, holding you close as the film carries on.
Yet, Steve tears his eyes from the screen to observe the rare sight. Bucky allowing himself to fully unwind and enjoy the moment he’s in.
“Quit staring, Steve.” Bucky speaks up, snapping Steve out of it and reverts his attention to the film whilst Bucky smiles to himself, running his fingers along your arm soothingly before he tugs on the blanket draped over your feet, bringing it further up to stop you shivering. “There you go, doll.” He whispers as you curl up closer into Bucky’s embrace.
*
Natasha stands behind you as she helps secure your dress. “We good?” You ask, turning your head as Natasha steps back and smiles to Wanda.
“Oh we’re more than good,” Wanda comments, crossing her arms as she looks you up and down whilst Natasha holds back her wolf whistle. “Bucky Barnes won’t know what’s hit him when he sees you in there.”
Rolling your eyes, you walk over toward you mirror, catching sight of the black silk dress, hugging you in all the right places. “Who knows.” You mutter, not wanting to get your hopes up too high.
“Only one way to find out.” Natasha reminds you as she walks over to your door, opening it. “Come on girls,” She holds her hand out as Wanda takes yours before grabbing Natasha’s. “we’ve got a party to get to.”
As you near the open living space the sound of music intensifies. Wanda squeezes your hand as you pause for a second, feeling your nerves starting to get the better of you.
“We’re all here, Y/n. It’s okay.” Wanda reminds you as the three of you reach the doors to the party.
“Now or never, huh?” You chuckle as you push the door open and glance around at the transformation Pepper has been able to pull off with less than a weeks notice. “Wow.” You breathe out, oblivious to the blue eyes watching you from the bar, having had the same reaction.
Besides Wanda and Natasha, you walk down the stairs and head straight towards the bar.
“What can I get for you ladies?” The bartender asks as your eyes wander across the various drinks available.
“Three beers, please.” Natasha asks as the bartender places the three bottles in front of you.
“Add it to my tab, thanks.” Bucky comments as he moves closer, standing beside you as he nurses his own bottle. “Ladies,” He smiles to the three of you. “may I say you’re all looking beautiful this evening.”
You smile shyly, lowering your head at his comment. “I’m loving the suit, Barnes. Black really is your colour.” Natasha raises her beer to him.
“Looks like you two coordinated this.” Sam pipes in from behind Bucky. “Y/n,” Sam steps away from Bucky as he takes a hold of your hands and whistles. “damn girl, you gotta dress up more often.”
Laughing happily, you roll your eyes in response. “Oh Sam, always know how to charm a girl, huh?” You pick up your beer, taking a sip as you glance over to Bucky, just as a new song begins to play through the speakers.
“Come on, Y/n, wanna dance?” Sam asks you, raising a brow.
“Not this one Sam,” You tell him as you pat his shoulder. “but, I think there’s someone over there who might.” Turning him around, you push him in the direction of Natasha before reverting your attention to your beer.
“Saving yourself for someone, doll?” Bucky questions, swigging the last of his beer as he looks out at everyone dancing to the upbeat song. “I still don’t get it, what happened to just dancing?”
“This is dancing, Bucky.” You remind him. “Things change over the years, but your style of dancing still exists, don’t you worry.”
“Y/n!” Wanda calls for you from the dance floor as her shoes now absent. “Come on over!” She waves her hand repeatedly.
“Doesn’t look like you’ve got much choice, Y/n.” Bucky chuckles as you push yourself away from the bar.
Yet, you pause and turn back to Bucky with a mischievous smile. “Yeah, neither do you.” You tell him, taking a hold of his hand and drag him with you, not taking no for an answer.
It takes a few seconds for Bucky to loosen up, and he tries to blend in as you dance freely with the others.
“Loosen up, Buck!” You shout over the music. “You dance like my dead grandpa.” You laugh, and Bucky grumbles to himself as he tries to copy Sams moves.
“Barnes has moves?!” Wanda shouts as the three of you dance (or attempt to in Bucky’s case.)
Just as Bucky gets the hang of it, the song fades out into a slow song, one you don’t recognise. “I know this song.” Bucky states as his eyes wander to Steve who is perched at the bar with Natasha who nods to him.
“Wanna dance, Bucky?” You ask, holding your hand out.
“Of course.” He answers, taking your hand as he twirls you into his embrace before resting his metal hand on your waist as you sway together.
“So, this is what you had in mind when you said dancing then?” You ask as Bucky smiles to you, perfectly content. “I see why you like it so much, everything just melts away.”
Bucky hums as he holds your hand up, allowing you to twirl along to the song before bringing you closer once more. “A world without worries for four minutes.” Bucky mutters.
“God, I think I might just love you, Bucky.” You mumble under your breath as you close your eyes for a moment, unaware that Bucky heard every word that just left your lips.
His grip on your waist loosens as his fingers slip out from yours. “Y/n,” Bucky starts, looking down as you open your eyes and stare up at him with blind panic.
“Shit, Bucky, I, I’m sorry, just ignore me.” You ramble, hoping he’d just forget it, but Bucky steps closer.
“Y/n, I’m sorry,” He sighs, lifting his hand to your face as he brushes your hair out from your eyes. “I, I can’t.” The words leave his lips and all you can do is nod. “I care about you, Y/n, you know that. But I can’t.” He repeats the words, chipping away at your heart.
“It’s okay, Bucky.” You mutter. “I, I’ve got to go.” You excuse yourself, turning away and walk quickly past the bar, ignoring Natasha calling your name.
Steve rises to his feet, staring at Bucky stood alone on the dance floor as you close the doors at the top of the stairs behind you, hoping no one can hear you cry as you rush to your room.
“What the hell was that?!” Natasha tries to reframe from shouting as Bucky walks towards her and Steve, hanging his head in shame.
“Y/n said she loves me.” Bucky states, looking up at the pair who act like it’s nothing new. “You, you knew?”
Natasha scoffs as she glances up at Steve. “Of course we knew, Barnes. What did you say to her?”
Bucky sighs as disappointment lines Steve’s expression. “I, I told her I can’t ever love her like that.” Bucky tells the pair, hearing Steve sigh heavily before Natasha slaps Bucky across the face.
Holding his cheek, Bucky knows he deserves it as Natasha stares at him with pure rage. “How dare you, Bucky.” Natasha seethes as she walks off, heading in search of you.
“Damn,” Bucky mutters as his cheek burns and picks up the beer bottle, rolling it along his cheekbone. “I deserved that.”
“How could you, Bucky?” Steve asks.
“I’ll only end up hurting her, Steve.” Bucky explains. “I can’t put her through that.”
“And you think she isn’t hurt now?” Steve retorts coldly. “God, Buck, I really thought you loved her.” Steve sighs as he walks away from his oldest friend, leaving him alone with his thoughts.
Lowering the beer, Bucky takes a seat at the bar with his back to everyone else. “I do,” Bucky mutters to himself. “and that’s what hurts the most.”
*
It had been almost a month and Bucky hadn’t seen you since the night of the party. He had tried to run into you after you locked your floor from him accessing it with FRIDAY’s help. All he wanted to do was apologise first and foremost, and if you’d let him, have the chance to explain himself.
With a heavy heart, Bucky walks into the kitchen to see Steve stood over the counter, reading the newspaper. “Hey, Steve,” Bucky calls out.
“Buck.” Steve answers as his eyes remain trained on the paper as he turns the page.
“Fancy going for a run this afternoon?” Bucky asks as he pours himself a mug of coffee, walking around the counter to the other side to face his friend. “Meant to be good weather, least that’s what FRIDAY said.”
“I said I’d help Y/n train.” Steve responds, now looking up as Bucky tenses upon hearing your name. “Maybe tomorrow.”
Turning around, Bucky places his mug down, resting his hands on the counter. “How, how is she?” He asks. “Is she okay?”
“Yeah,” Steve comments. “she’s strong, Bucky but you’ve got to give her time, that’s all.” Steve explains as he walks around the counter, heading toward the floor to ceiling windows that overlook the compound grounds.
“I just miss her.” Bucky admits, walking to stand beside Steve as he notices two figures emerging below and the faint sound of laughter echoing.
“She misses you too, Bucky.” Steve states as he smiles softly to Bucky.
Focusing on the two figures, Bucky looks closer seeing it’s you. He exhales shakily at the sight of you, a bright smile on your face as you walk alongside someone he can’t quite place.
“Who-”
“Peter.” Steve answers before Bucky can even finish his question. “Or Spiderman if that’s any easier.” Steve shrugs, watching you playfully shove Peter as you laugh happily with him.
“She looks happy.” Bucky mutters as Peter wraps his arm around your shoulder and you rest your arm around his waist. “That’s good.” He lies to himself as he steps away.
“Bucky,” Steve trails off as Bucky walks away from the window, heading back to the lift with a heavy heart at the sight of you happy with someone else, someone he’ll never be except in his daydreams.
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CH.10
Genre: Humor, Fluff
Warnings: Swearing, Name Calling, Discussion of toxic relationships
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LET’S MAKE SOME DUMPLINGS
Osamu had spent the last two hours, staring at nothing but a blank sheet of paper. He’d been wracking his brain, trying to find some new idea; but he knew he was too frustrated to fully concentrate. The slam of the back door, brought the man to his feet, and carried him to the entryway of his office. What he wasn’t expecting to see was an angry Y/N, slamming equipment and grumbling under her breath.
“Watcha doin here girly” he questioned, causing the woman in front of him to shriek, dropping the equipment in her hands. “Ya scared the living shit outta me boss!” Y/n snarked, reaching out to shove the chuckling man over. “The hell are ya still doin here?” She grumbled, bending over to pick up the things she’d dropped. “Well, I work here last time I checked, but that doesn’t answer what you’re doing here.” He supplied, helping her move the equipment over to the sink for a rinse. “I’m annoyed, and when I get annoyed I like to do something with my hands, until I can gather my thoughts.” Y/N mumbled, as she began washing the dishes she’d planned to use. “I won’t be in the way or nothin, I just don’t feel like goin back to my palace right now.” she whispered, eyeing Osamu slightly. Osamu merely hummed, reaching up to grab a towel, drying the equipment she was washing. “What are we makin?” He asked, causing Y/N to smile fondly. “We’re makin dumplings.”
An hour later found the two cackling, and nowhere near ready to start frying their dumplings. Osamu was having a hard time with the dough, and Y/N couldn’t stop giggling at his struggle. “Move over sasquatch,” she huffed, bumping her hip with his own, scooting him over. “Ya havin a hard time, cause ya big meaty paws aren’t being gentle with the dough.” She snorted, re-rolling and prepping the dough. “Filling them shouldn’t be too hard for you.” She teased, as Osamu only snorted. “Ya ready to talk about what got ya so upset earlier?” He questioned, as Y/N continued rolling and flattening the dumpling dough.
“Kuroo and Atsumu had an FWB thing goin on, and it’s gone south cause Kuroo is bein a fucking idiot.” Y/N sighed, eyes never leaving her hands. “And I’m just…I’m angry, cause he’s a fuckin idiot, that’s throwin his friendships out for some mediocre dick, that’s fucked him over time and time again.” She hissed, clenching her fist. Osamu hummed, filling each dumpling, and molding them closed. “Tsumu’s in love with him then?” He asked, peeking over at her. Y/N only nodded, eyes focused on her task. “He is…he has been since they met. I just…I wish he’d realize that he deserves Kuroo’s all, not just a percentage.” Y/n whispered, eyes filling with unshed tears. “I told Tsumie he was an idiot, for agreeing to that kind of thing with Kuroo, knowing he’d probably end up getting hurt…and look at them now.” Y/N sniffed, reaching up to wipe at her cheeks. “The group is divided, my best friend is hurting, and I can’t do anything but be angry.” She sobbed, as Osamu pulled her into his arms. “I’m just so angry about it all, cause I know Kuroo isn’t a shitty guy; he’s just an idiot, but he’s an idiot that won’t listen.” Y/N mumbled into Osamu’s chest, rambling on and on about Kuroo’s previous relationship and the things that had happened.
“It’s just so awful knowing the outcome of this story, because it’s the same every single time.” Y/n huffed, snuggling her face into his chest, as Osamu rubbed her back soothingly. As the two stood in silence, Y/N slowly realized what she’d just done. Trying to take a step back, Osamu simply held her tighter, speaking softly. “It’s not gonna fix itself overnight, but it will fix itself. Kuroo just needs time to process things, and maybe with some space, he’ll realize that what he truly wants is Atsumu.” “I’ve seen the two of them together, seen the way he looks at Tsumu, he just hasn’t fully grasped that what he wants has always been right in front of him.” Osamu mumbled into her hair, “Sometimes, people don’t realize a lick of what they got until they take the time to analyze everythin. That relationship before was so toxic for him; but it was familiar…and sometimes people stay with what they know, cause they’re too scared to venture into somethin they know nothin about.” He whispered, closing his eyes. Y/N only hummed, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Ya hurtin too huh?” She mumbled, looking up at him through her lashes. Osamu could only nod, finally letting out the tears he’d been holding in fall. Y/N simply smiled, stroking his back and offering words of encouragement as the man before her, finally broke down.
-They spent the rest of the evening making dumplings, figuring out a new menu, and talking about anything and everything.
-If anyone can understand what Kuroo is going through right now, it’s Osamu. After Y/n got home, she called Kuroo and they had a long talk about what he was going through. Things aren’t fixed, but it’s a start
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Hi 😁 Could I request either (31.} “Good morning gorgeous,” “Fuck off I’m trying to sleep.” 8.} “Why do you have to be so cute?” “Why do you have to be so hot?” 27.} “I love every damned piece of you no matter what anyone else says.”) Or ( 21.} “If anything happened to you, it would utterly ruin me.” & 1.} “I honestly don’t think there’s anyone I ever loved as much as I love you.”) with Dick Grayson?
Type: Two-Shot
Pairing: Fem! and Librarian! Reader x Dick Grayson/Nightwing
Part One: Here
Prompts: ☙1: “I honestly don’t think there’s anyone I ever loved as much as I love you.” ☙8: “Why do you have to be so cute?” “Why do you have to be so hot?”☙21:“If anything happened to you, it would utterly ruin me.” ☙27: “I love every damned piece of you no matter what anyone else says.” ☙31:“Good morning gorgeous,” “Fuck off I’m trying to sleep.”
Content: Cursing, mentions of abuse, implied sickness, a minor curses, depressive thoughts (the negative Nancy’s may suck y’all but they bring in the fluffiest fluff), flashbacks, little bit of angst, FLUFFY so freaking fluffy, heavily reader x Nightwing, good luck 😂
Word Count ([Mama Mia] Here we go again!): 10,108 words
(P.S. I saw these prompts and thought hmm what could I do and the idea for a part two popped in my head. Hope you guys enjoy it!)
(P.P.S So I’ve recently decided that I’m gonna do OC stuff so like two of my OC’s with stories are going to make an appearance. Let me know what you guys think of them. 😉)
(P.P.P.S I’m putting an author’s note at the end so if ya wanna read it it’ll be there. And don’t worry I won’t count the author’s note in the words count.)
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The unexpected tends to hit you when you don’t expect it, obviously, however sometimes the unexpected hits you literally at the worst times. Things from your past can come back to punch you in the gut, things you had forgotten about can return and bring a host of memories with them, good or bad.
The unexpected can cause revelations to come to you, for you to realize things you should have thought of, things you should have seen before. It can cause you to realize certain feelings and certain people are more important than you ever thought.
The unexpected can be kind, but it can also be ruthless. It can give you new relationships but it can also cause you to remember things better left forgotten. Things like past relationships and mistakes you wish you never made.
The unexpected is... well unexpected.
It hadn’t even been a full twenty-four hours since Dick Grayson asked you out when literally everything went to shit.
It had all started when you began to receive texts from old friends telling you to lay low. They were very vague and it made your stomach shift due to nervousness. There was a number of reasons why they could have texted you, they could have been joking, they could have been referring to anything really.
The longer you thought about it the worse your stomach swirled. So when you got a call telling you to come to a meeting with a detective right after your shift at the police station you felt like you were going to puke. The more time that passed the worse you felt however right before you left you ran into Mira.
“Hi, Y/N.” She said with a bright smile, “Are you excited for your date later today?”
She wiggled her eyebrows at you and you gave her a nervous smile. She hadn’t meant to, but you were even more nervous now then before. Nodding you let out a sigh trying your hardest to push the nerves swirling in your stomach back.
“Yeah, yeah I am...” You paused for a moment noting how her hair was much shorter than before.
She noticed your look of surprise and grinned in almost a wicked kind of way, her hazel eyes glittering.
“I got my hair cut and now I feel like a woodland pixie!”
You laughed and Mira raised a hand to the end of her hair fiddling with it before shifting slightly as if something was bothering her. And it was then that it occurred to you, you hadn’t asked her how things with Jason were going.
“So,” You began, feeling a mischievous smile working its way onto your face, “how are things going with Jason?”
Mira’s let go of her hair and shrugged a look of almost disinterest on her face. She leaned against the wall before looking over her shoulder and sighing.
“Well for one, after hanging out with him I’m like ninety percent sure we’re just better as friends.”
You nodded in understanding, it was common for that to happen and it pained you to see how many times people had told you or Mira to just go for the relationship just because it would give you experience.
“I get that-” Before you could finish however she continued.
“And there’s this girl...”
Girl, there’s a girl? You couldn’t believe it! Not because Mira didn’t seem like the type but because she didn’t really get out enough to meet people.
“Ooo really? Where did you meet?”
A blush appeared on Mira’s face and she straightened out before the blush darkened and she averted your gaze.
“She’s new to my apartment complex.”
You smiled widely trying not to giggle in excitement. Mira had been rambling to you for months about wanting a relationship even if it was just a fling, she wanted love and was angry at the gods she believed in for not sending any her way.
“Ooo, very cool. I hope things work out better than with Jason.”
Mira’s blush dimmed slightly and she got a frustrated look on her face before she pushed away from the wall and the two of you began to walk again. Tucking her much shorter hair behind her ear she bit her lip before giving you a look.
“I think that it wouldn’t have matter if we were just better as friends or if Rosemary was in the picture-”
You couldn’t help yourself, “Rosemary? Is that her name?”
Mira’s blush returned to her face making it red as she waved a hand at you almost as if to stop you from asking questions about her possible crush. You moved out of the way of her hands and you realized you hadn’t been thinking about your nerves. And the second you thought of them they came crashing back down on you.
“I’ll tell you everything later I promise!” Mira remarks with a sigh, “Anyways, I’m pretty sure Jason has a thing for someone else.”
You froze for a moment blinking a few times in surprise, looking at Mira you raised an eyebrow in confusion.
“Really? I could have sworn he liked you.”
She shrugs before crossing her arms, tilting her head she gives you a look before smiling slightly.
“I’m a psychology major at Gotham U Y/N. I noticed somethings and I don’t know I’m pretty sure he likes someone else... and in case you were worried it isn’t you.”
You blinked a few times processing her words, Jason like you? Have a thing for you? Of course that couldn’t be true. Why would Mira think that you might think Jason might like you? He was like your brother!
Mira laughed and you realized all your emotions were crossing your face in that moment. Blinking again you furrowed your brow in confusion. Shaking your head you couldn’t quite grasp the idea of Jason liking someone else.
“I just thought he liked you.”
“He likes the parts of me that remind him of this other girl. I mean like... we sorta talked about it, so it’s more as I know he likes someone else.”
You gave her an exasperated look and Mira laughed nervously before taking a step back. She waved her hands smiling somewhat before saying,
“Listen I don’t know who, and he didn’t outright say it, but he might as well have. He said there’s this one girl he doesn’t think he’ll ever get over. Something about them being childhood friends and thinking she was dead.”
Shaking your head you sighed, you hadn’t heard anything about this then again you and Jason both agreed to not talk about your pasts. Even thinking of it now makes you feel sick. Swallowing you pushed away the memories as Mira gave you a concerned look.
“You okay Y/N? You got a little pale just now...”
Mira trailed off and you nodded brushing off her concern. Pulling your phone out of your pocket you noted the time and how you were supposed to be meeting the detective soon. Shoving it back into your pocket you hurried to say goodbye to Mira, you really didn’t want to be late to this meeting.
“I’m fine. I promise, I’ve just got a meeting with some cop soon-”
“Do you think it’s about Daniel?”
You flinched at the sound of his name. Closing your eyes you took in a breath. You could think about him now... well briefly think about him, without feeling scared or panicking. However now that Mira said it, it made a whole lot more sense. All your friends telling you to lay low and the meeting with the detective.
The room seemed to spin a bit and you felt hands on your arms.
“Woah, woah Y/N. It could just be Dick wanting to meet with you about your date, you said he doesn’t have your number right?” Mira remarked, scrambling to get you back to your senses.
You pressed a hand to your head and nodded even though you felt like you were going to puke. Mira began guiding you towards the door with a very concerned look on her face.
“How about I drive you there? I don’t like the idea of you being alone right now.”
You must have nodded because the next thing you knew you were in the passenger seat of Mira’s car as the world seemed to go in slow motion. Things passed by your eyes but for some reason the only thing your brain could focus on was the fact that Daniel was more than likely back.
Your throat felt tight and you tried to breathe but it got harder the longer you tried. Biting your lip, you forced air through your lungs. There was a faint sound in the background almost like a humming as you heard Daniel’s voice yelling at you. Dozens of phrases all at once, insults, accusations, anger in general. You felt your heart beat pick up when suddenly your lip felt warm and a sharp pain went through it.
Blinking back into reality you realized that Mira had been talking to you and that you were pulling up to the station. The car stopped and Mira turned towards you, her eyes going wide automatically.
“Y/n you’re bleeding. Did you bust your lip or something?”
Raising a hand to your face you pressed a finger to your mouth only to pull it away and find red. For a moment you weren’t in the passenger seat of Mira’s car but on the floor of that apartment. With him looming over you. Your breath caught and Mira was shaking you back into reality.
“Y/n? Y/n are you okay?”
You nodded somewhat slowly before opening the door. Looking up you shot Mira a weak smile as worries about all the trouble you were causing her hit you like a train.
“Yeah, sorry I’m fine. Thanks for taking me here... I’ll get a ride back to the library... you should go home.”
“Y/n-” Mira began when you cut her off by climbing out of the car.
“I’ll be okay Mira. I promise.”
Mira sighed and you turned back towards her. She nodded and you closed the door waving goodbye as she drove off. Turning back to the station you let out a sigh and straightened your posture before walking in.
Inside a woman at a desk directed you to a Detective Brooklyn’s desk. Something about that name tickled the back of your mind but you pushed it back and walked towards where she directed before stopping in front of a woman’s desk. She looked to be a year or two younger than you and tired. She had a phone in her hands and you could faintly hear a little girl’s voice on the other end.
“No Flori you cannot give Ace frosting. I don’t care if he really wants it... What do you mean Ria’s climbing on top of the cabinets? Flori I swear if you don’t- ... Tim, if you don’t get Alfred in there soon I’m going to- Hi Steph, yes it is so good to talk to you but can you please.... ugh. Duke hi... oh Alfred is handling everything? That’s fantastic. Could you please tell him thank you for me? Awesome!” Her dark red-brown hair was pulled into a tight bun and she looked up to you, her deep brown eyes lined with exhaustion.
However upon seeing you her eyes flickered for a moment before she held up a finger. Motioning for you to sit down. She nodded her mouth slightly open as if she wanted to say something to the other person on the line.
“Yeah, yeah I know Ria. Frosting tastes really good. I hav- Hello Damian. I would love to come over and play with Titus, Ace, Ria, Flori and you but I’m at work right now- sorry your right I didn’t mean play, I meant I was going to help you guys exercise Titus and Ace... no we are not keeping William Snakespeare Ria, I don’t care that you named him- I have to go okay? I will handle this later. Yes I mean later, I have work to do- Hi. Yeah I’m still at the station. No, I’m meeting with her right now. Yes please. Thank you so much Babs. You are a lifesaver! Bye.”
Placing the phone on the receiver she sighed before looking at you. She smiled slightly almost weakly before she pulled a file off of her desk and opened it.
“Hello Miss L/N. I’m Edelynne Brooklyn. Most people around here and in general call me Eddie.”
You blinked twice as an image of the past hit you hard.
You and your friend Elysa were sitting on the chairs at the station. You didn’t want to be there, your stomach churred at the thought, but Elysa had insisted saying how your relationship with Daniel had gotten too far. That he had taken it too far. You couldn’t fully see out of the black eye, but you knew it was better than not seeing at all and really it was your fault, if you had just made the food he wanted it never would have happened.
“Hi, I’m Officer Brooklyn.”
You looked up and saw a girl no more than nineteen with hair just below her ears, she had a fresh scar on her neck and something in her eyes reminded you of yourself.
You had blinked and she had given you a look before offering you a smile of sorts. Gesturing with her head she began walking towards the dozens of desks.
“This way please.”
You stood up, not fully understanding why and Elysa gave you a look of surprise but followed after you and Officer Brooklyn. She stopped in front of a desk and gestured to a seat. You sat down not even looking at who was in front of you.
“Eddie what is this about-”
Something about that voice was familiar to you and you looked up, however instead of seeing someone familiar you saw a dark haired man with bright blue eyes in a uniform.
The man in front of you blinked twice before holding out his hand and you flinched almost instinctively. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Eddie flinch as well.
“I’m Detective Richard Grayson, it’s nice to meet you...?”
“I’m Elysa Aidenson. And I’m here because my friend needs help.” Elysa said instantly.
You shook your head in protest however Elysa ignored you. Detective Grayson did not, he instead looked at you and you felt like shrinking down in your chair. If Daniel knew you were here he’d kill you. Not only were you going to talk to the police, forced or not, about personal matters, you were without him in front of another man.
“Why do you need help?”
“I don’t-” You began when Elysa scoffed.
You sighed in almost frustration before remarking, “I don’t need help. He just got a little mad! He said it won’t happen again besides it’s more my fault then anything....”
Detective Grayson gave you a look almost as if what you said pained him and Officer Brooklyn had a strange look on her face almost as if what she was hearing was familiar. Detective Grayson leaned forward to say something but Officer Brooklyn stopped him before he could.
“What’s your name?” She asked, her voice soft.
You looked at her and you didn’t see pity in her eyes but understanding, a recognition of some sort. You swallowed and looked at her for a moment more before turning back to Detective Grayson.
“I’m Y/N. Y/n L/N.”
You blinked back into reality and found Detective Brooklyn writing something down in the file. Shaking your head slightly you blinked again.
“You know,” Detective Brooklyn began not looking up from the file, “every time I see you come in here, you’re injured.”
She looked up slowly from the file, a strange look on her face, almost worried.
“Though last time it was much worse.”
You nodded somewhat slowly before clearing your throat. You had to figure out why you were here before the memories overcame you and you had a panic attack.
“Why am I here again Detective?”
Detective Brooklyn tilted her head before raising an eyebrow at you, “You already know Y/n. He’s back. And he wants you.”
The air caught in your throat and you choked out a breath staring at her in disbelief.
“You didn’t even try to sugar coat it!” Was the only thing you could find yourself saying.
Detective Brooklyn sighed, setting the file down before she shrugged, “Seemed to me that it wouldn’t help since you had already guessed. It’s why your lip is busted. You were biting your lip, I assume, and bit too hard... I would know. It’s happened to me before.”
Something about her words seemed to have a double meaning and you stared at her nose, it was a bit longer and a tad bigger then you remembered but it had been almost three years.
“I just wanted to let you know because I’m going to be assigning you a protection detail starting tomorrow. Daniel Natalonie is one of the biggest players in the Gotham Underworld these days. Well him and Caleb Brooklyn.”
She said the words as if she hadn’t just revealed something astronomical about herself. And that Daniel.. well he had gotten what he always wanted, power. You swallowed and Detective Brooklyn sighed.
“Yes, Caleb Brooklyn is my father. No, I have no contact with him. However I do know that Daniel has a price on your head... well sort of. He is willing to pay big bucks to anyone that brings him you.”
You flinched and then watched her clench her fist regret flashing in her eyes before she shrugged and leaned back in her chair.
“You have a choice here Y/N. You can have the protection detail... or well I have a few off the record friends who would be happy to help.”
You couldn’t help but think of Nightwing. In his black and blue suit smiling at you and your stomach flipped. Your memories were mixing, you knew because instead of seeing him sitting on your couch, he was on the fire escape smiling that same smile at you.
“But if you want you can just have the normal protection detail.”
You shifted in your seat and avoided her gaze. For a moment your eyes darted to her neck and the scar was still there. Isn’t wasn’t as fresh as it was almost three years ago, but it was still there.
“I-”You began not fully sure of what you wanted to say, “I’ll do whatever works easiest for you.”
Detective Brooklyn sighed slightly, shooting you a strange kind of smile. She then hesitated before holding up a hand and picking up the phone. She quickly punched in a number and held the receiver to her face.
“Hi, It’s Eddie. Yeah I was wondering what the word about the protective detail for Y/N L/N was? ... They what? Okay, No, no I can handle it. Yeah. Thanks bye.”
Rubbing her forehead she hung up the phone and gave you an apologetic look. Leaning back in her chair she opened her mouth to speak only to close it. Sighing once again she finally spoke.
“For some reason they decided you don’t need a protective detail. Some jackass who is probably in Natalonie’s pocket planted the idea in some upper management's heads that you’ll be fine on your own and it’s not our job to keep you safe from ‘non-existent ’ threats.”
You sank into your chair slightly giving her a nervous look when the phone suddenly rang. Detective Brooklyn picked it up running a hand across her forehead, as stray pieces of hair slipped out.
“Eddie Brooklyn- oh hi Bruce.... they WHAT?” Standing up suddenly she got an alarmed look on her face before her voice cracked as she said, “I am so sorry about that! Oh so the kitchen didn’t catch fire? Alfred caught it? Oh thank goodness... so no one’s hurt? They’re on their way right now? Alright well thank you so much for allowing them to spend the day there. It was a big help.”
She nodded, slowly sinking back into her chair and it was then that you realized Detective Brooklyn was talking about the Wayne family. Alfred, Bruce, Tim? Definitely the Wayne’s what confused you was who Ria and Flori were. Judging by the way she was acting you assumed it was Detective Brooklyn’s children. Though if they were playing with Damian they would have to be a bit older and unless she had kids at like fourteen that was highly unlikely.
“Of course, yes... he’s on his way? Okay. Thank you again.”
Hanging up the phone Detective Brooklyn stood up, yanking her coat on. You followed her to your feet and she grabbed a bag along with keys before moving away from her desk.
“My shift is just about over, so I’m about to head out. Come with me would you? I have a few more questions I want to ask.”
You followed Detective Brooklyn outside and just off to the side of the station was what looked like a fairly nice car. Two girls no more than eleven dashed from it towards you and Detective Brooklyn.
“EDDIE!” The girl with bright red hair squealed as she ran towards her.
Instead of smiling and moving towards the girl with the same excitement Detective Brooklyn gave the girl a reprimanding look. But it didn’t stop her from slamming into Detective Brooklyn, wrapping her into a hug.
“Ria!”
A girl with a more sandy red-blonde hair who looked almost exactly like the redhead stopped right next to Detective Brooklyn and the first girl.
Twins.
The word was at the front of your mind before you could stop it. The two girls looked at you; the redhead had bright green eyes and a wide smile. She pulled away from Detective Brooklyn and held out her hand.
“I’m Ria!”
“Ria!” The other one remarked pulling on her arm, her dark blue eyes clouded.
The redhead- Ria, looked to the other and smiled brighter. She grabbed onto her sister’s arm and pulled her forwards.
“Come on Flori! We need to be more friendly. This is the librarian I was telling you about.”
You blinked twice before realizing the little girl you have given a book to right before panicking and cursing at Dick the other day was none other than the girl in front of you.
The other girl, Flori, gave Ria a look of surprise and asked, “When did you have time to go to the library?”
“When you were playing with Steph. Cass told me where to go.”
Flori gave Ria a look of shock and Detective Brooklyn snorted. You took a step back for a moment. Something about the three of them made you want to smile, but it also made you want to get as far away as you possibly could. If Daniel was after you, he’d go through anyone... anyone to get to you. And you couldn’t put these girls in harm’s way.
Turning to leave you noted the dark sky and remembered that you had no way to get home. Closing your eyes you let out a sigh however before you could even take another step you heard the sound of feet hitting the ground. Opening your eyes you saw Nightwing standing in front of you.
However instead of his usual smile you found a concerned look on his face. He took a step forward looking at you almost as if he was checking you over for injuries.
“Hey Nightwing,” Detective Brooklyn remarked, capturing his attention.
The concern looked slipped away from his face and he quickly replaced it with a smile.
“Detective... girls.”
Ria laughed in what you could only call a maniacal way and Flori snorted. Smiling slightly you looked over to them and saw Ria looking between you and Nightwing a strange look on her face. Flori had a gleam in her eye and she and Ria shared a look before grinning in an evil kind of way. However before you could even think to question it Nightwing was asking you a question.
“Huh?” You asked since you didn’t hear him.
“Where do you think you are going?” He repeated, raising an eyebrow.
You give him a confused look. Fiddling with your fingers you looked at him and he looked you in the eyes. Your cheeks flushed and you took a step back as the feelings wrapped around your throat.
“A-hot-ment- I mena- mean. I mean, I’m going back to my apartment why?”
Nightwing raised an eyebrow at your comment before remarking, “Alone?”
You nodded and he sighed. Shaking his head he placed his hands on his hips and gave you an almost reprimanding look and you gave him a confused one.
“Uh, yeah. I don’t really go home any other way.” You replied feeling even more confused than before.
“With your psycho ex on the loose?”
You froze for a moment and you could swear you heard his footsteps. Swallowing you pushed the thought away and took a step back from Nightwing. A slightly surprised expression crossed his face and then he winced, dropping his arms.
Shifting slightly you shrugged not wanting to meet his gaze. Rubbing on your arm you sighed trying your hardest to pick up the courage to look him in the eyes. However the thoughts hit you so hard you had to choke back tears.
Now look what you’ve done, you’ve upset him. Maybe it’s a good thing that Daniel’s back, maybe it’s a good thing he wants you again. After all you deserved everything that happened to you
You sunk into yourself a bit, parts of you tried to tell yourself that the thoughts were wrong but you didn’t truly believe it. Why did you always have to go and fuck everything up.
“I’ll be okay.” You finally forced out.
Part of you wanted to assure Nightwing that it wouldn’t matter if you ended up dead because it would be for the best. However the thoughts weren’t through with you yet.
You’re just phishing for sympathy for him to tell you you’re wrong because you know he will
But really you weren’t you just wanted him to stop caring because you weren’t ever going to change. You were terrible. Horrible. Awful really.
“Hey, I know what you’re doing. Don’t do that. Don’t do it, don’t you dare!” Nightwing suddenly said.
Before you could even react he had your face in his hands and was looking you dead in the eye. Cupping your cheeks he leaned in slightly.
“You are amazing Y/N. Completely and totally incredible honestly. You don’t deserve a single damn thing that happened to you. You are one of the funniest, kindest and honest to god prettiest women I ever met. You radiate this kind of light I haven’t seen anyone else radiate. You make my darkest days bright so don’t you dare think you are anything less than spectacular.”
Your cheeks flushed and you gave him a surprised look as the feelings you’d been trying so hard to push back jumped straight into your throat and you had a violent urge to kiss him.
However, you knew better. Mainly because as soon as he saw your bright red cheeks Nightwing let you go, his cheeks flushing slightly. He cleared his throat and you held a hand to your chest as if to catch the heart that was about to beat out of it.
Of course you knew people cared about you but something as blunt as that... something so direct hit you hard. You swallowed again, your heart beating rapidly pushing all your nerves away.
“... If I can’t go home what am I going to do?”
Nightwing looked at you for a moment and you felt flustered. Your feelings were thrumming in your chest and lungs along with the beating of your heart. However instead of saying anything he just looked at you.
Someone cleared their throat loudly, and you looked to see a slightly smug looking Detective Brooklyn with the twins clinging to her sides. She raised an eyebrow at Nightwing, who then took a step away from you.
“Y/N can always crash with me if she wants... I mean if she doesn’t wanna have a sleepover with you, Blue.”
You froze for a moment and the thought of Nightwing staying over at your apartment, of you talking to him early into the next morning... of you sleepily confessing your feelings to him. Heat flushed your cheeks again and you shook your head.
“I uh,” You began causing both Nightwing and Detective Brooklyn to look at you, “I’ll stay with Detective Brooklyn tonight.... I mean for all we know Daniel’s waiting at my apartment to ambush me.”
You had stammered slightly but Nightwing nodded and a slight smile appeared on his face. The twins were looking at you, Ria’s green eyes were almost glowing and she blinked once then twice.
“Why are you so pretty miss?” She asked bluntly.
Your blush intensified and you scrambled to answer her as you watched her sister nod in agreement, as if she had the exact same question.
You wanted to reply but only gibberish came out. When the gibberish escaped you, Ria pointed a finger at you, her jaw dropping. Detective Brooklyn leaned forward and pushed Ria’s arm down. However a grin exploded onto Ria’s face and she began jumping up and down.
“The nice and pretty librarian does what I do!”
She squealed with delight and all the worry about embarrassing yourself slipped away from you. Ria turned towards Flori and stuck her tongue out at her before blowing a raspberry.
“I told you pretty people could do that!”
Flori smiled slightly before rolling her eyes, “I’m still the attractive twin.” She remarked.
She then used her finger to pull her nose up and she snorted a few times continuing, “Miss Piggy.”
“Liking food does not make me a pig.”
“Naming your stomach does make you a loser though.” Flori retorted.
Ria gasped in a clear dramatic fashion as she pressed her hand to her chest, “Marshmallow and I are both offended, that was very rude Flori.”
Detective Brooklyn snorted, then tried to cover it up by coughing and looking away as she smiled fondly. Catching you staring at her, her smile widened and she laughed slightly. Then she turned to the girls and sighed.
“Alright ladies, it’s time to head home.”
“But Eddie!” They said in unison.
“If we go home we can have a movie night and eat those cupcakes I’ve been hiding for you guys.”
“CUPCAKES?” Ria squealed as Flori’s jaw dropped.
It was then a hand came down on your shoulder and you flinched slightly. Looking you found Nightwing giving you a concerned look again. You blinked at him almost asking what was wrong.
“You gonna be okay?”
Turning back towards the girls who were now having a poke war, you smiled and nodded.
“I think I’m going to be just fine.”
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Nightmares of the past, memories so clear you could even taste them, yanked you from your sleep.
Ghost touches raced across your skin and you shuttered, pulling your legs to your chest, you took in a deep breath and tried to calm down. However it was a bit difficult. Your breathing was erratic and no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t calm yourself down. However, when you heard the small soft voices you began to come back into reality.
“Do you think a hug will help?”
“It doesn’t help me when I get like that. But it might, I think she’s just scared not... Should we ask Eddie?”
“Maybe Ria. Maybe.”
You took a deep breath in and your breathing slowed down, closing your eyes, you took in another breath. As you let it out you felt someone sit down next to you. Peeking an eye open you saw Flori looking up at you with concern and curiosity mixed on her face.
“Are you okay, miss?”
You nodded slowly, taking another breath in you nodded a bit more firmly and looked at her. Accidentally you met her eyes and her dark blue eyes reminded you of the color of the sky right before night fully took over. She blinked and raised an eyebrow at you slightly confused.
“Are you sure? Do you want a hug?”
Before you knew what you were doing you replied, “I’m fine... but a hug would be nice.”
Flori’s face brightened and she wrapped her small arms around you. You returned her hug and saw over Flori’s shoulder, Ria lurking in the darkness a blanket wrapped around her shoulder. She stepped forwards into the light and blinked. Her face was paler than earlier, she looked empty for a moment before she blinked and a smile was on her face.
It, being around Ria and Flori, reminded you of your childhood. Of your busy household and the noise, the laughter that it always held.
When you heard the sound of angry whispering you blinked and Flori pulled away from you. She looked back to Ria and the two got excited looks on their faces. Suddenly Flori was off the couch and Ria was running down the hall. Flori froze and turned back towards you. She held out her hand and smiled.
“Come on.”
You didn’t exactly know how you felt about a ten year old telling you what to do but you stood up and took her hand. Curiosity was burning through you, what could get the girls this excited?
You turned the corner and Ria was leaning around another corner smiling brightly. She saw the two of you and motioned for you to come towards her. You did and stopped before peering around the corner as well.
What you saw was... well incredibly surprising.
The window was open and Detective Brooklyn- Eddie was trying to shove Red Hood out it.
“Aw come on doll.”
“Y/n is here Hood. She knows I’m a cop and that you have a warrant out for your arrest!”
“Commissioner Gordon told me if I turn enough criminals in to him that would go away.”
“He did not! He would never.”
Red Hood shrugged before throwing his hands out in a I guess so motion. Eddie took this opportunity to get him mostly out of the window before he realized what she was doing and grabbed onto the window frame, pulling himself back in and undoing her work. Flori and Ria giggled, catching his attention. He turned towards you, poking his head back into the apartment.
“Girls! Come on out and help me, will ya?”
Flori snorted but moved out from the corner, Ria went to do so but paused first rubbing at her chest slightly before shaking her head and following after her sister.
You watched from around the corner as the girls stopped at Eddie’s side. She gave them a stink eye as she continued to try and push Red Hood out the window.
“You two shouldn’t be up. Especially you Ria.”
Taking the opportunity, due to Eddie being distracted, Red Hood pushed himself back into the apartment. Eddie wobbled and then fell on her butt cursing.
“Hood!” She snapped her face flushing.
Red Hood sighed before climbing back through the window. He looked at the girls and they laughed in a maniacal way. He laughed slightly before sighing again.
“You guys wanna try and convince her to let me in?”
The girls looked at each other then at Eddie and shook their heads. At least they’re loyal, you thought with a smile.
“I have a front door and you have normal clothes. If you had done this the normal way, you and I wouldn’t be having this conversation right now.” Eddie replied as she stood up.
“What would we be doing if I did it the normal way?”
You had to stop yourself from snorting. Eddie’s face was still flushed from when she hit the floor however you caught her eye roll and the hand gesture she showed him but not the girls.
Putting up his hands in defeat he nodded, “Fine, fine you win. Can I at least have a kiss goodbye?”
Eddie froze for a moment, you saw her tilt her head to the side before she blinked and shook her head.
“No.”
Red Hood crossed his arms and you were sure though you didn’t know him very well that under his helmet he was pouting, “Why not?”
“Because I know you Ja-. I know you Hood and if you can convince me to kiss you, you’re going to think you can convince me to let you in.”
Instead of replying Red Hood was silent which seemed strange. Looking towards him you saw him facing the girls and Ria’s wobbling slightly.
“Hood what’s-”
“You alright Squirt?” Red Hood asked, hopping in through the window and moving towards Ria.
“Ugh,” She muttered, her voice weak, “my chest hurts.”
It was then she dropped towards the ground. However instead of hitting the ground Red Hood caught her and pulled her up slightly.
“Ria!” Both Eddie and Flori exclaimed.
The two of them rushed towards her and Flori grabbed onto Ria’s arm as Eddie looked her over.
“Did you take your medicine Ria?”
The girl shook her head and Eddie glared at her.
“I don’t like them.” Ria mumbled as she leaned against Red Hood.
“I don’t care if you don’t like them, Ria, you need them... Flori would go and-” Eddie began but before she could even finish Flori was up and out of sight.
Before you knew it your found yourself in front of Eddie and Red Hood. You heard Flori’s footsteps racing around the apartment.
“Is-” You began hearing your voice crack, “is she gonna be okay?”
Eddie looked at you and for a moment you saw her gaze jump to Red Hood in a kind of nervous way. However, Red Hood answered your question.
“If she takes her meds, she’ll be fine. But the stubborn little squirt doesn’t like to.”
“They taste like shit.” Ria mumbled.
There was a pause of silence and Eddie glaring at Red Hood. She gave him a I told you so look. And he sighed.
“This is why I don’t like you cursing around them.”
“She cursed the bat brat out the other day. I don’t think it’s got anything to do with me.”
“She did what?”
“Curse the bat brat out. It was amazing. He couldn't even say a reply, he was stunned by Squirt’s colorful and creative wit.”
Ria laughed slightly before wincing and Eddie sighed. She rubbed her face looking even more exhausted than before and Flori came dashing back into the room, carrying a medicine bottle and a water bottle.
Flori passed them to Eddie who gestured to Red Hood to hold Ria up a bit more before looking at you. Flori passed you her head hanging down slightly.
“Would you,” Eddie began after Flori turned around the corner, “watch Flori for me? She always has a hard time when Ria has her fits.”
You nodded without thinking and turned to follow after her. Walking a bit quicker you made it in front of Flori and Ria’s room just as the door shut. You raised a hand and your heart began pumping your chest.
You shouldn’t bother her-
If she freaks out whenever her sister has fits she probably needs someone to talk to, if you don’t talk to her she’ll be alone and afraid
Knocking on the door you waited for a moment before hearing a very quiet,
“Come in.”
Opening the door you peeked your head in to see Flori sitting on one of the beds in the room. In one corner was a bed up against the wall with art and posters of musicals and ballets on it. In the other corner was a bed with nothing on the wall. Flori sat on the bed against the wall with the posters and art.
She stared at the other bed, her knees against her chest and her head resting on the tops of her knees. Walking into the room, you closed the door behind you and moved to sit on the bed next to Flori.
“Her room is like this back home too.” She whispered as you sat down.
You pulled your legs onto her bed into a crisscross. Resting one arm by your stomach you set your other arm on top of the resting one’s fist and leaned your head against your free hand.
“What do you mean?” You dared to ask.
Flori sighed and pulled her legs tighter against her chest.
“Ria’s bedroom walls. They’re blank. She has no dreams, no ambitions, nothing. She refuses too... Did you know she loves to dance? Nearly as much as I do. She knows every move I know, her favorite ballet is Giselle because she believes she can relate. But she refuses to tell our parents how much she loves to dance. Did you know Ria has the voice of an angel when she sings? She loves to sing too... she loves to do all the things she shouldn’t.”
Your brow furrowed in confusion as Flori’s voice turned bitter and sharp.
“She is so full of life to be... to be dying.”
You blinked twice and released a breath as you began to understand what was going on.
“Why- is she-” You began struggling on how to word it.
“She’s sick.” Was all Flori said.
“Oh,”
“Yeah.”
You let out a sigh, for a moment you saw your mother in a hospital bed smiling at you softly. Fiddling with your hands you began to debate on whether or not to tell her your story.
“My mother... she had breast cancer. It tore her apart, seeing her in the hospital bed... slowly wasting away,” You remarked, sighing softly, “it nearly killed my father. It hurt me even though I was a little too young to fully understand. But... she got better, she recovered. She made it though it, Ria can too-”
“Ria’s sickness isn’t something she can recover from or get over. It isn’t cancer, it isn’t a cold, it isn’t the flu. Her sickness isn’t something you can catch and then get over. It’s been consuming her life since the day we were born! She’s going to die, she knows it too. It’s why she tries so hard to be bright, to be bubbly and nice despite- despite all she’s going through.” Flori snapped tears appearing in her eyes, “Our parents have kept her locked in the house for most of our lives... she has never seen a beach or even snow. Ria has no idea the thrill of tumbling down a hill or what it’s like to ride a bike because- because they never let her. Ria is going to die never having truly lived and it kills me.”
You had no idea what to say to her, or even how to begin to comfort her. Wringing your hands you bit your lip as you looked the girl over. She turned to you, tears in her eyes.
“Why? Why did it just have to be her? Why couldn’t it be me too? She’s so alone in this and- and I don’t know what to do! She has no friends, she has me, our parents and Eddie and that’s it! I have friends, I have so many people but- but it just doesn’t seem right. We are twins, we are supposed to share everything, why couldn’t we share this?”
You blinked twice, Flori really wanted to make sure her sister knew she wasn’t alone but she didn’t seem to realize lamenting over the fact that it was only Ria was the one who was sick.
“How about instead of trying to pin blame on someone for being sick you try to make her feel like her sickness isn’t the only thing about her.” You tried waving your hands, “I mean it’s clear you love her. But it isn’t your fault that she’s sick. It’s not like you wanted her to be born like this. And it seems like your parents are treating her like the only thing she is, is sick. Treat like she’s... well Ria. And I think it will make things easier for both of you.”
Out of the corner of your eyes you saw Flori lower her legs away from her chest and she sat up straight. Rubbing her nose she nodded somewhat slowly.
“You’re right.”
You turned towards her and she smiled at you slightly before leaning forwards and hugging you.
“Thank you Miss L/N.”
Pulling apart you gently patted Flori’s head and shot her a soft smile, “How about you get to bed. I bet Ria will be fine in the morning.”
Flori nodded and you got up to leave. However she grabbed onto your arm stopping you in your tracks.
You looked down at her slightly confused.
“Uh, Would you stay?” She asked looking up at you.
You sighed and smiled. Nodding she quickly pulled back the covers on her bed and patted a side of it. You climbed into the bed and Flori smiled at you.
“Thank you,” She whispered with a yawn before closing her eyes, “thank you.”
You looked at her for a moment before nestling into the pillow and closing your eyes with one thought in your head.
It’s nice to be wanted.
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It had been almost two weeks since you crashed at Edelynne Brooklyn’s apartment. Two weeks since Daniel returned to town and put a price on you, two weeks since Nightwing became your personal “bodyguard.”
You would be lying if you were to say you weren’t surprised when you arrived back at your apartment, accompanied by Detective Brooklyn or Eddie. There seemed to be no sign of Daniel or any of his goons. So you settled back into your apartment.
However, Eddie informed you, for your safety it would be better for you to stay at your apartment. Not only due to the fact that she and the vigilante’s could easily surveille it, but due to the fact that Daniel could very easily convince someone to lead you away from the library to grab you.
At first you were a little bummed and it occurred to you that you had missed your date with Dick, however he didn’t try to contact you nor did Jason. Instead of worry about it you were actually having a lot of fun with Nightwing
And while Nightwing was fun to hang around and the longer you spent around him the stronger your feelings got, sometimes he was really fucking annoying.
After a late night working on library business from home you decided to sleep in the next morning, Nightwing it seemed, decided that wasn’t going to happen.
At seven in the morning while you were blissfully asleep you felt something gently tap your shoulder, then your face. Blinking blearily you sat up.
“Good morning Gorgeous.”
Standing over your in his classic black and blue costume was Nightwing. Grumbling, you flopped back onto your bed and pulled your covers over your head.
“Fuck off,” You stated loud enough he could still hear you, “I’m trying to sleep.”
You heard a slight snort, then suddenly your blanket was gone and you were lying on your bed shivering. Sitting up you glared at Nightwing who held your stolen blanket in his gloved hands.
Readying yourself into a crouched position you waited for a moment before jumping towards the blanket. Just as you were about to grab it Nightwing yanked it out of your reach and caught you in his arms.
He laughed at your frustrated expression and as you crossed your arms and pouted. Setting you on the ground he smiled broadly at you and remarked.
“Why do you have to be so cute?”
Without thinking you replied looking him dead in the eyes, “Why do you have to be so hot?”
Nightwing blinked a few times, looking slightly shocked, he lowered your blanket closer to the floor and looked at you almost as if he didn’t believe it.
“What did you say?”
You froze as you realized what you said. Your face flushed and you shifted slightly, breaking his gaze before looking to the floor.
“Nothing, it was nothing.”
Nightwing gave you a skeptical look before he leaned towards you a suggestive smile on his face. Your face turned a brighter shade of red and you realized this was a perfect opportunity to grab the blanket from his hands.
Lunging forwards you yanked the blanket from him. You had just grasped it and began to pull away when Nightwing began to pull back until he didn’t. The blanket went limp in your hands and you fell onto your butt.
Nightwing blinked twice and shook his head. Running his hand through his hair he let out a frustrated grunt before sighing.
“I’ve- I’ve got to go. But I’ll be right back.”
He headed towards the window and you blinked in surprise. Scrambling to your feet you chased after him grabbing onto his arm. He turns back towards you, a clearly torn expression on his face.
“Wait,” You said, giving him a confused look as the thoughts descended upon you.
He’s leaving, he’ll never come back, it’s because you’re a mistake a problem a beast-
“Where are you going?”
Nightwing looked at you and sighed, he then stroked the side of your face with one of his hands. You leaned into his touch and then he pulled away.
“I’ve got to go, the other vigilante’s need my help with something but I’ll be right back.”
You blinked and realized while it had been fun with Nightwing being here and hanging out with him you could finally get out of your apartment. You smiled at him and then he gave you a suspicious look.
“You, “ he began looking at you, “are going to stay here, Okay?”
“But-” You protested for a moment throwing your hands up before he cut you off taking your face into his hands.
“If anything happened to you, it would utterly ruin me.” He said somewhat slowly as he rested his head against yours.
Your cheeks flushed once again and you blinked a few times. Pulling away from you he sighed and slowly pulled his hands away from your cheeks. He probably said goodbye but you were in too much shock to realize it and before you knew he was on your window sill and then gone.
You sighed feeling the temptation to leave however his words echoed in your ears and you shook your head.
“If anything happened to you, it would utterly ruin me.”
Your heart fluttered in your chest and you sat down by the window resting your chin in your hand and you waited. And waited. And waited. You waited even when the storm clouds rolled in, even when they split open and rain began to pour down. You waited for hours. It was only when the night was turning day again as the rain continued to pour from the heavens that he returned.
Your window swung open and your stomach swirled, however it was a soaked Nightwing that came through the window and not Daniel or some random thug.
You rushed towards him and quickly wrapped him in a hug.
“I’m so glad you’re okay! I was so worried about you. I don’t know what I would have done if something happened to you. I mean like I don’t really think my feelings matter since your a hero and whatever and people would say so much shit to you if anything started between us- not that it would. But it’s just I care about you a lot.” You rambled as you pressed your face into his chest.
Oh gosh, you couldn’t believe you just blurted all of that out. Maybe he didn’t hear all of it. Maybe some of it was muffled. Maybe, you hoped, maybe.
For a moment the world seemed to stop and everything was right. Then Nightwing had his hands on your shoulders and pulled you away from him. He gave you a slightly angry look and you instantly regretted your little ramble.
“What is this nonsense about other people? I love every damned piece of you no matter what anyone else says.”
You blinked once, then twice, then three times before you fully understood what he said.
“I love every damned piece of you ”
“No matter what anyone else says.”
Your heart skipped a beat and you gave him a wide-eyed look. Your pretty sure your jaw had dropped and your stomach swirled as you replayed his words over and over and over again in your head.
“You,” You began your voice almost squeaking, “love me?”
Nightwing smiled and nodded, pressing his head against yours.
“Of course I love you. I’d be an idiot not to.”
You blushed and flushed and tried to stutter out a reply but unfortunately you couldn’t. Your cheeks were heated and you felt your heart racing in your chest.
For some reason the first thing your mind jumped to was Dick Grayson, how you had a crush on him no matter your feelings- your love for Nightwing.
“But-” You began taking a step back from him, “I- I have a crush.”
A smile slowly formed on Nightwing’ s face as you took another step back from him.
“I mean I love- like. LIKE! I like you but, I do have a crush and - and” You rambled shaking your hands very confused.
Nightwing laughed, he actually laughed and you felt your cheeks flushing an even darker color. He took a step towards you and you took a step away from him. He raised his hands almost in defense and remarked,
“About that...”
“About what?” You asked, suddenly feeling suspicious.
“About the whole crush and me thing, I know who your crush is.”
You gave him a confused look and shook your head. there was no way he knew who your crush was, there wasn’t!
“It’s Dick Grayson.”
You looked at him in surprise, your jaw dropping nearly in shock. He laughed slightly at your face before taking a step towards you. This time you didn’t take a step back. He got closer until he was right in front of you.
“And I,” Nightwing began, reaching up for his eye mask, “Am Dick Grayson.”
He took off his eye mask and looked at you. You blinked your eyes going wide as you saw his face. His very much Dick Grayson face.
Nightwing is Dick Grayson. Dick Grayson is Nightwing......
You talked about your crush to your crush.........
As your mind exploded in on itself Nightson- Dickwing- the man in front of you held out his hands as if he was going to catch you were you to faint.
You laughed slightly then proceeded to place your face in your hands and let out moans of despair.
He knew.
He knew every little thing that you thought- well most of the things that you thought. He knew of your side of the situation- wait. Wait, why did he ask that? Why did he-
“Why did you ask me if my anxiety tends to make me tune people out?” You found yourself questioning.
Dickwing- or whoever he was smiled at you and laughed slightly before replying,
“Well, because when we were in the aisle at the library and you asked what I liked I said I like you.”
You froze once again blinking in surprise. So he tried to ask you out previously. That’s why Jason and Damian were laughing.
Jason and Damian.... if Dick was Nightwing that meant they were probably vigilante’s too. Red Robin.... definitely Tim.
Bruce must be Batman which would mean Damian is Robin. That just left Jason.
However, before you could try and figure out which vigilante Jason was, your phone buzzed. Pulling it out of your pocket you looked at your phone to see a text from Eddie.
Eddie: Come to the station, now, you need to see this.
You showed ... Dick your phone. He hummed slightly and gave you a look.
“We might as well go... but first let me change”
You nodded with a sigh and went and got your coat.
Before you knew it you were walking up to the station. On the roof of the station was a flash of red. As you got closer you realized it wasn’t a flash but a helmet. Sitting on the roof of the Gotham City police department was Red Hood.
He spotted you and Dick and waved. You blinked as you noticed the other man tied up on the roof looking fairly angry. It was Daniel. Your breathing stopped for just a moment until he tried to wriggled only for Red Hood to kick him and for Daniel to stop moving.
“Oh would you look at that, it’s a pretty librarian. How ya doin sweetheart?” Red Hood remarked getting just a bit closer to you.
You heard Dick sigh and gave Red Hood a confused look. Slowly the gear in your mind began to turn.
“I assume,” Red Hood mused since he didn’t get an answer from you, “You’re doing much better now that scum like Natalonie’s off the streets am I right?”
Before you could reply Eddie walked out of the station looking at her phone. She looked up at you and waved before walking towards you. She stopped at your side and gestured towards Red Hood.
“See what I mean?” She remarked.
“Detective, Detective, Detective,” Red Hood whistled looking at Eddie, “where can I get your number?”
Eddie replied in a sweet tone, “Up your ass maybe?”
Red Hood laughed before getting even closer to the edge of the roof, “Come on doll that’s no way to be.”
“Fuck off to some one who care Hood.” Eddie replied, flipping him the bird.
You heard Red Hood laugh again but before he could say anything else he looked in a different direction and his shoulders sank a little. Looking back to Eddie, had he not been wearing a helmet you swear he would be smiling.
“I guess I’ll have to try you again later Detective.”
Eddie rolled her eyes, the semblance of a smile starting to form on her face, she shook her head and flipped him off again, “In your dreams Hood.”
“Where else would they be doll?” Red Hood remarked before giving a quick salute and taking off.
It took you a moment to realize it but the puzzle piece began to fit together. How Eddie nearly called Red Hood by his name, why he seemed to know who you were, why he talked to you so casually when you met him when you were staying with Eddie.
Red Hood was Jason... which meant Eddie was the girl. The one he couldn’t get over. It all made sense... well sort of.
“Oh my gosh.” You muttered pressing a hand to your face as you realized that Eddie shoved Jason out a window.
“You just connected it didn’t you?” Dick asked with a smile.
You looked at him slightly confused, raising an eyebrow almost in question, you give him a confused look.
“Daniel’s going to prison for a very long time.” Eddie informed you as she looked at her phone again shaking her head, she looked up and smiled at you.
“Have fun you two,” She then said with a wink before turning to walk away.
You flushed slightly before turning to Dick. He smiled at you and you took in a breath.
He was the only man who had your affections. Basically All the Man that you needed. So you should probably tell him how you feel.
“I honestly don’t think there’s anyone I ever loved as much as I love you.” You said slowly, not exactly meeting his eyes.
He laughed slightly before pressing his head to yours, “Neither do I.”
You smiled and looked up, looking at him in his bright blue eyes.
“So, how about a rain-check on that date?”
You smiled slyly and then the both of you burst into laughter.
“I’ve got time,” He replied, “for you, I’ve got all the time in the world.”
Blushing slightly, you smiled at him and sighed, “Awesome.”
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AUTHOR’S NOTE!!!!
Okay first thing’s first I just wanna let you guys know my original idea of all the man that I need was like gonna be a full on fic. I told my friend all about it and like it had a lot details and everything, but then I got to college and even thought I really love doing these, it was super difficult to write. Not because I don't’ have tome because I actually have a surprising amount of free time but because I just couldn’t find any inspiration. So a few days ago I decided I was going to start spooky season a little early and try writing to some Halloween music.... and it worked! I was able to get moving with this two-shot! So yeah Halloween music is my muse right now 😂.
But yeah, anyways my OC’s... technically there was a lot of them in this but only two are going to have stories, the others will be either background characters or part of their past. I’ll tell you one because it’s actually the first idea I and for a batfam fanfic. It’s Eddie and her story. I’m not gonna lie it’s kinda sad but not nearly has sad as the other one because I have a lot of issues🤣.
Back to the point if y’all wanna see more of certain OC’s just let me know I can find a way to include them into the one-shots, two-shots or fics. But yeah.
Finally I might be a little slower on the posting just because I’m in school and finding enough time to get inspiration and write, edit and have a friend proof-read it will take a while. But I will definitely have some done. Anyway thanks so much for being sooo patient with me!
Lots of love!
-Redhead-batgirl
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first & last | jjk.
↠ main pairing: best friend!jungkook x virgin!reader
↠ fic type: one shot, friends to lovers
↠ genre: smut
↠ word count: 4.2k
↠ warnings: alcohol consumption (they aren’t drunk, just a lil tipsy), explicit language, dry humping, finger sucking, light dirty talk, hand job, cum play
↠ summary: during a game of never have i ever, jungkook finds out that you haven’t had your first kiss yet and decides to show you how it’s done.
a/n: eeeeep! i’m so happy to finally have smth up for jk again bc it’s been awhile n we all know i’m whipped for this man. enjoy! feedback is always appreciated. xo
Drunken sleepovers with your best friend were your favorite. You were lying on the floor of Jungkook’s living room, the world’s thinnest blanket underneath you to act as a barrier between your back and the hard surface of the floor.
He laid to your left, nursing a bottle of cheap beer while you sipped red wine from your glass. When the two of you were buzzed, the urge to play drinking games always hit hard. You were thankful he seemed to enjoy them as much as you did, because you were always able to be your genuine, goofy self around him without fear of being judged.
Tonight’s game of choice was never have I ever— a classic, one that you wish you’d played more. Hearing all of Jungkook’s embarrassing tales always made you laugh to the point of tears, big belly laughs that caused you to wheeze.
“Alright, alright. I’ve got one,” he spoke up, causing you to tilt your head to look over at him, “never have I ever told someone they were a good kisser and didn’t mean it.”
You watched as your friend brought the bottle up to his lips and took a swig, insinuating that he had, in fact, done just that.
When you didn’t drink from your wine glass, his eyebrow cocked and he stared down at you in disbelief.
“Come on, Y/n. Sure you have!”
You shrugged, giving him a quick shake of your head.
“Nope.” Your answer was simple— too simple, which left Jungkook even more intrigued than he was to begin with.
He didn’t believe you, not by a long shot. But he should’ve. Seeing as how you’d never even kissed anyone, let alone lied about whether they were a good kisser.
Being in your twenties and having never been on a real date, or held anyone’s hand (other than your friends’, but of course, that was different), or had your first kiss wasn’t exactly the coolest thing.
You’d wanted to experience such things, but no one that had come into your life so far had been worthy enough.
Except for one person— the man that was currently staring at you with his round, beautiful doe eyes. You wanted to kick your own ass for thinking of Jungkook in such a way. He was your best friend, nothing more. And you weren’t about to ruin all of that and everything that the two of you had because of your feelings.
“So, what? Everyone that you’ve ever kissed has been exceptional?” His tone let you know that he thought you were full of shit.
“Kind of have to be kissed in order to confirm or deny that.” You mumbled, voice barely even audible.
The wine was making you brave, it seemed. You weren’t drunk enough to not realize what you’d said, but you weren’t sober enough to care.
Jungkook noticeably choked on his beer he’d been drinking, bringing the back of his hand up to wipe at the liquid gathering on the corners of his mouth.
“What did you just say?”
You sighed, sitting up and leaning your back to rest against the bottom of the sofa behind you.
“It’s not that big of a deal, Kook.”
“Uhm, yeah it is!” He exclaimed, and your eyes rolled in response.
“No, it isn’t.” You snapped back, wishing the conversation was done and over with already.
“Can I ask why you’ve never been kissed? I mean— has the opportunity never presented itself, or have you just been waiting for the right person or something?”
He wasn’t going to let it go, it seemed. So, you twirled around the red liquid in your cup, staring down at it to avoid eye contact with your best friend. Though, you could feel his chocolate eyes burning into you, and you were sure if you glanced over at him he’d be staring at you with wide eyes.
“I’ve had a few opportunities, but I just… I don’t know? I don’t want just anyone to kiss me. I want it to mean something, to be from someone special.”
You felt your cheeks begin to heat up, and you were internally cursing yourself.
“Plus,” you said, after a few seconds of awkward silence had passed, “I don’t even know how to kiss, so, I’ve always been nervous.”
Without skipping a beat, Jungkook’s voice was filling your ears again.
“I’ll teach you.”
Your eyes shot up to meet his, and you were sure the shock was apparent all over your features. Jungkook, however, seemed oddly calm.
“Uhm, thank you? But we’re best friends, it could make things weird—“
He cut you off with a shake of his head, “Nope, our friendship is solid. A little kiss isn’t going to ruin it.”
You worried at your lower lip, pondering the thought and weighing out the pros and cons.
You’d always dreamed about what his lips would feel like against yours, you were sure he’d be a skilled kisser. The thought of his hands being in your hair while your mouths moved together in heated passion, or better yet, his hands on your ass— yeah, maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea.
Or maybe it was the worst idea. Either way, you were about to find out.
“Okay.” You nodded, setting your nearly empty glass to the side.
“Really?” His eyes widened, and you couldn’t stop yourself from giggling.
“Yeah, but I’d hurry before I change my mind.”
Jungkook didn’t need to be told twice. He’d been hoping and praying that one day this day would come, and now that it finally had, he was determined to give you the best damn kiss of your life.
And it made it even better knowing that he was going to be the first person to ever touch your lips with their own. Maybe he wanted to be the first and the only. No, he definitely wanted to be the first and the only.
“Come here.” He patted his lap, and you quickly caught on.
Maybe straddling your best friend should’ve felt awkward, but this didn’t. This felt… right.
His large hands found their way onto the sides of your face, effectively cupping your cheeks. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, and you prayed that he wouldn’t be able to hear how loudly your heart was thumping against your chest.
“Is this okay?” You whispered, referring to the way your arms were resting atop his shoulders.
He nodded, flashing you that gorgeous bunny-like smile of his. Suddenly, you felt a sense of calm. All of your nerves were now replaced with adrenaline and excitement. It was amazing how quickly he was able to calm you down just with one toothy grin.
“Yeah, it’s perfect.” he assured you, rubbing the pads of his thumbs along the apples of your cheeks, “just follow my lead, yeah?”
“Yes, sir.” You teased, and he chuckled.
His eyes fell shut, and so did yours. Before you knew it, and before your brain could completely process what was happening, you were kissing Jeon Jungkook.
Fireworks went off all around you, and you could no longer hear the whirring of the AC, or the sound of the television. All you could hear were his lips smacking against yours, and the way his breath hitched as your fingers pulled at the hair at the nape of his neck.
His lips moved slowly, allowing you to get used to the whole process. He was gentle, and you were thankful for that.
You could savor his taste for the rest of your life, you were sure of it. He tasted heavily of beer mixed with the fried rice you’d shared for dinner. Perhaps it wasn’t the best combination, but it was Jungkook, so none of it mattered. You didn’t want to taste anything, or anyone else, for as long as you lived.
His tongue ran along your lower lip, and you didn’t hesitate to open up your mouth for him. His tongue slid easily inside, twisting and curling around yours as he explored every last crevice— memorizing what seemed to get a reaction out of you.
One particular move of his wet muscle against yours had you keening and moaning into his mouth, and you quickly broke the kiss, bringing your hands up and over your mouth.
“Oh, my god! I’m sorry, Kook, I—“
“Sorry for what?” He was out of breath, and his pupils were blown out.
His hair had become slightly disheveled from the way you’d been tugging at it mindlessly, and his mouth was covered in your red lipstick. He’d never looked hotter, and you were suddenly very aware of the arousal pooling in between your thighs.
“For— for making that noise, I’m—“
His fingers pushed a piece of your hair behind your ear, and his voice was soothing as he spoke.
“Why are you sorry? That was the hottest shit I’ve ever heard in my life.”
His words shocked you, “But we’re best friends! I shouldn’t be… we shouldn’t be—“
For the third time in a matter of minutes, he was cutting off your rambling.
“Friends don’t kiss like that, Y/n.”
“So, are you saying you don’t… want to be friends anymore?”
You feared his answer, ready to run away in a fit of tears if he confirmed your scariest thoughts. You couldn’t lose him, not like this.
“No, I don’t want to be friends,” your eyes began to well up, but he was quick to stop your tears from flowing with his next words, “I want to be more than that. I want to kiss you all the time, take you out on dates, among other things… whenever you’re ready for that. There’s no pressure here, because even if you don’t want this, I’m not going anywhere.”
There he goes with that damn calming smile again, the one that caused your heart to stop, yet was its very reason for beating all the same.
“I’d like that.” You grinned, shuffling your weight above him slightly to make yourself a bit more comfortable.
When he groaned and tossed his head back, you were sure you’d hurt him. But before you could offer him your string of apologies, his hands were falling to your hips to hold you in place.
“Fuck,” he sighed, “do that again. Please.”
You arched a perfectly filled in brow, “What, this?”
Your hips rolled in a similar way that they’d done before, this time with more aim and purpose. And the man below you was making the most sinful, most beautiful sounds you’d ever heard.
His length was hardening underneath you, and your eyes enlarged at the recollection. This definitely wasn’t doing your already seeping pussy any favors.
“I understand if you don’t want to jump into anything sexual right now,” he breathed, heavy and uneven, “but if you don’t, you’re going to have to get off of me because all I want to do right now is grind into you until you’re cumming in your clothes.”
“How did we go from being best friends an hour ago, to doing this?” You couldn’t stop the giggle that made its way through your lips, your hips pushing down and rolling into his once more— letting him know that you had no intentions of stopping.
“I don’t know— Jesus!,” he bit down on his bottom lip as he tightened his grip on your hips and guided their movements, “but I’m so goddamn glad you’re on top of me right now.”
“Me too.” You were quick to agree, hands bracing on his shoulders to hold yourself up.
Both of you were gasping now, reveling in the feeling of your sexes grinding against one another. Every graze of his cock against your clothed clit sent fire through your veins, and your vision was beginning to black out.
You had no idea dry humping could feel this damn good. But you were sure that it had a lot to do with the way Jungkook looked underneath you.
He was completely wrecked and fucked out already, offering you slews of curses and praises every time you came down on his dick just right.
“Fuck, I wanna be inside of you so bad,” you were bouncing against his length with fervor, no intentions of slowing down or stopping until you both reached your highs, “can’t wait to see that pretty little pussy, fill you up with my cum and mark you as mine.”
You moaned at the thought, his filthy words moving you further and further to your desired state of euphoria.
One of his hands gripped tightly on your ass, while the other rested over your clothed core. He looked up at you, silently asking for permission. He knew you’d never done anything like this with anyone before, and he wasn’t about to try and make you do anything that you were uncomfortable with.
“Go ahead,” you gasped, barely having time to register what he was doing until his fingers were circling over your clit.
You were very thankful that you’d decided to wear cloth pajama shorts, and thin ones at that. He could feel everything— and so could you. Your hips bucked up and into his hand as you rode his cock, begging for him to make you cum.
“You’re so fucking soaked, babe. It’s leaking through your shorts.” He smirked at the sight, gathering up a bit of the dampness on the tips of his fingers.
The way he inserted the two digits into his mouth had you crying out, nearly on the verge of tears from the sight alone.
“Wanna taste?” He asked, and you eagerly nodded.
He collected more of your wetness onto his fingertips, and you made a show of sucking on them lewdly once they entered into your mouth.
“Nasty little girl, aren’t you?”
As if to prove his point, you used your own fingers to reach into your panties, gathering your arousal straight from the source.
His was practically salivating, eyes begging for you to let him clean your fingers off with his tongue.
As if reading his mind, you nodded. And he wasted no time before suckling your fingertips into his mouth. He moaned around them, savoring your sweet taste. He wished like hell he could pin you down and clean you up with his tongue, but he knew you weren’t ready for that, and he was respectful.
Still, he was determined to make you cum. He wanted desperately to see what you looked like when you came undone.
“No more games.” He growled, his hands returning to your hips to hold you steady above him.
He fucked up against you, the outline of his cock hitting your sensitive bundle of nerves each time.
Soon, you were crying out and squirming— a poor attempt at trying to get away.
“F-fuck! Oh, my god!” you couldn’t stop the way your hips rolled, or the way your thighs began to shake, “Kook! Holy shit, I’m gonna—“
Before you could even finish your sentence, your orgasm washed over you and you came harder than you ever had before in your life. Your body felt hot, and every single one of your limbs were shaking. The only thing you were able to say or remember was Jungkook’s name, chanting it like a prayer as you slowly came back down to earth.
“That was fucking beautiful,” He was quick to compliment you, staring down at the apparent dark spot on your light pink shorts, “just wanna clean that all up, then do it all over again.”
Your face was flushed, and you weren’t sure whether it was from the mind blowing orgasm you’d just had or his words. You couldn’t be bothered to care, your body falling limp against his as he held your delicate frame close to him.
“You’re going to be the death of me.” You huffed, and you felt the rumble of Jungkook’s chest as he chuckled.
“So, you wanna go on a date tomorrow?” His hand caressed your back, and your eyes fell shut at the soothing feeling.
“Mhm.” You were dozing off, barely aware of what he’d said at all.
He just simply smiled at you, pressing his lips to kiss the top of your head.
“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up and get you to sleep.”
You nodded as he stood up from the floor, cradling you in his arms.
“Good idea.” You mumbled, nuzzling your cheek against his chest.
He carried you down the short hallway to his master bedroom, kicking the door open with his foot. You were already nearly asleep as he laid you down on the right side of his bed.
Jungkook kissed at your temple before making his way over to his dresser, pulling out a pair of his boxers for you to change into. He disappeared into the en-suite bathroom for a moment, carrying a damp cloth in his hand when he returned.
You smiled at him, eyes half open.
“This feels like a dream.”
The weight of the mattress shifted as he sat down beside you, holding out the fresh change of undergarments and the towel for you.
“Tell me about it.” He grinned, turning his head away from you to give you some privacy as you changed out of your soiled shorts.
You were thankful for that— for how respectful he was.
As you pulled your shorts down along with your panties, a realization hit you and your eyes widened.
“Kook!” you shrieked, startling the man, “you didn’t cum!”
He barked out a laugh at your outburst. Just when he thought you couldn’t get any cuter, you were quick to prove him wrong.
“I know, it’s okay.”
“No, it’s not!” You insisted, quickly wiping your thighs clean and pulling on the plaid boxers he’d given you.
“Babe, I promise, it’s okay. Tonight was all about you, I wanted to make you feel good.”
Your lower lip pushed out and into a pout, your hands reaching forward to grab his face so that you could make him look at you.
“But, I wanted to make you cum.”
He hissed at your words, willing his cock not to rise. He knew you were tired, and there’d be plenty of time for you to get him off later.
“Let’s get some sleep, yeah? We can fool around tomorrow if you want to.”
You sighed, a tiny frown present on your face now.
“Can I just… give you a hand job, or something?”
You didn’t miss the way he groaned at your words, or the way his eyes quickly screwed shut.
“If you want to, you can. But don’t feel like you have to, I promise, it’s okay.”
“I want to,” you didn’t hesitate in replying, “but I’ve never done it before, so…”
Before you knew it, he was moving to lie down beside you on the other side of the bed. He was already sporting a tent in his athletic shorts, which had you nearly drooling. Based on the outline, he was sure to be huge. You prayed that you were right.
Jungkook looked relaxed, large eyes staring up at you and waiting for you to make a move. He flashed you an encouraging smile, his hands resting behind his head.
“Go ahead, do whatever you want. No need for you to be shy, it’s just me.”
Just him.
If anything, those words did little to calm your nerves. You’d only ever dreamed about being in similar predicaments with your best friend. And now that it was real and happening, you were petrified that you’d do something wrong and send him running in the opposite direction.
Taking a mental deep breath, you sat up in the bed and crossed your legs as you turned your body to sit right beside his lower half.
You reached a shaky hand forward, brushing your fingertips over the outline of his rock hard length. As your fingertips danced and teased over his covered cock, Jungkook’s breath caught in his throat.
Carefully studying his face to watch his reactions, you pulled his shorts down and he lifted his hips to help you out.
The tight, grey briefs he was wearing left little to the imagination. You could see every ridge and curve of his thick length, and drool was collecting on the corners of your mouth as you admired it.
“Like what you see?” His voice was teasing, and he wiggled his hips.
You laughed, rolling your eyes at his actions.
Yeah, it was just Jungkook. Your best friend. The one person you trusted and loved most in this world. It was okay. This was okay.
With your newfound confidence, you tugged his underwear down, his impressive dick springing free in the process.
You moaned quietly at the sight.
Sure, you were a virgin and didn’t have much to compare it to, but you were positive he had the prettiest cock you’d ever seen— and would ever see in your life. The head was perfectly pink and already dripping with precum, long veins running from base to tip. You couldn’t wait for the day it would be buried inside of you, and your cunt clenched around nothing at the thought alone.
Your hand instinctively found itself wrapped around his length as best it could, fingers unable to connect to your palm due to his size. Jungkook let out a breathy sigh at the sudden contact, his eyes glued to the way your hand began to do a few test pumps.
“Yeah,” he sighed, tilting his head back, “just like that. A little faster.”
With his guidance, you did as he suggested and picked up the speed of your hand. You watched the way his face contorted, the way his eyes screwed shut and pulled together as you ran your thumb over his slit, collecting the moisture leaking from it to use as makeshift lube.
Deciding to take a risk, you collect a bit of saliva in your mouth before allowing it to drip down and onto his cock.
“Hoooooly fuck, that’s hot.” You smirked at Jungkook’s praise and approval, working your hand up and down his shaft at a quicker and easier pace now thanks to the slick your spit had created.
The faster your hand pumped, the harder it became for Jungkook to properly breathe. He was panting, curses and praises of your name leaving his lips every so often.
You brought your free hand up to work at his balls, rolling and caressing them in a way that seemed to drive the man halfway to insanity.
“Fuck, you sure this is your first time doing this?” He breathed out the words, his arm falling to rest over his eyes as he attempted to keep himself composed.
“Swear.” You responded, eyes glued to the way his bottom lip was now rested between his teeth.
One final twist of your palm had him reeling, gripping at the sheets underneath him with one hand— his other coming to wrap around your wrist as you continued to work him toward his end.
He was moaning shamelessly, not the least bit shy in letting you know how amazing you were making him feel. Maybe it was the way you were fondling him, or maybe it was the fact that it was you giving him the best hand job he was sure he’d ever had.
He decided it was probably a combination of both as his hips thrust up wildly, effectively fucking his dick into your grasp. The way his cock seemed to twitch let you know he was close, and you brought your hand up and then back down as fast as you could.
He came with a loud moan of your name, his sperm coating his lower stomach and your hand all at the same time. You watched in awe as he lost himself, pride settling in as you realized that you were the one responsible for his orgasm.
As Jungkook’s body slowly stopped writhing, you removed your hand from his member. You waited for him to make eye contact with you again before you dipped your fingertips into the cum on the back of your other hand and brought them up and into your mouth.
“Goddamn.” He groaned, marveling at your erotic behavior.
You effectively cleaned his seed from your fingers, swallowing it and showing him your tongue along with your empty mouth.
“That was amazing.” His compliments sent butterflies straight to your stomach, and he was pulling your mouth down to crash on his before you could respond.
“I love you.” You were mumbling the words against his lips before you even realized what you were saying.
You were panicking instantly, kicking your own ass for blurting it out. Sure, you’d said you loved each other before, but not like this.
The feeling of Jungkook grinning against your mouth is what calmed you, and you matched his smile with one of your own.
His forehead rested against yours as he pulled away, and the two of you let out a sigh of content.
“I love you too, you know.” His hand caressed your lower back as he spoke, your thumb running over his cheek.
“I was hoping.” You giggled, and he simply shook his head at you.
This was it, you thought.
You never wanted to kiss anyone else, or do anything remotely sexual with anyone else. He was going to be your first everything, you were sure of it. And you hoped that he’d be your last.
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hi dana.. if it’s possible can i request some angsty wangsty based on niki la la lost you with eric🥺 and ughh i really love your writing like crazyyyyy
♥ title: la la lost you in april [also part of @sunlightwoo ‘s 12 Months I Loved You collaboration project]
♥ member: tbz eric
♥ genre: f2l, ex! eric x fem! reader, model! eric [SFW!]
♥ warnings: swearing, some mentions of sex [like, once i think]
♥ wc: 3.4k
♥ a/n: sis when i first heard the song I absolutely loved how you used 'angsty wangsty' so I hope this one does it for you the way you imagined it <3 [fyi i wrote it in like, a camcorder recording audio format which is something i’m trying out so please hmu on whether it’s difficult to read/understand!]
[REC: APRIL 2, 2019 - 6:39PM] SOLO LOG #1
Are you seeing this? This is the most beautiful sunset I’ve seen. I gotta get a shot of this-
Hey! Hey! I could help you take a picture with the sunset if you want to!
Oh! Would- Would you? That’d be great!
Of course!
...
Here. Is it alright?
Yeah, yeah, it’s cool! Thank you so much!
Are you recording something? Is it a- Are you vlogging? Are you a vlogger?
Yeah, no... I’m actually on a solo trip for a bit.
Oh, where are you from?
Just the next state.
Ah! You’re taking a break off... life then? I assume? Sorry if that came out weird.
No! No no! It’s alright! Yeah, I just needed a short break from... y’know, school and everything. My semester ended pretty early on so I took the chance to come out here and... see some new sights, meet some new people.
I get that. Well, for a start, what’s your name?
Oh, I’m y/n. Nice to meet you! And you?
I’m Eric.
[REC: APRIL 4, 2019 - 10:34PM] SOLO LOG #2
It is the 4th of April, 2019. I know, I know, I’m meant to do a daily vlog for all the 50 days I’m here but... it’s been... wow. Um... so I met Eric, the first day I touched down. The beach is just, about a 10 minute walk down and the sunsets are absolutely gorgeous. But uh... call me a fool and say that I’m living in the clouds but- what are the chances?
He’s funny, he’s such a great person to be around with y’know? Never a moment of like, awkwardness or stress and my God, look at me talking about a boy like that, though I met him 2 days ago.
...
Um, he’s a freelance model. For those freelance shoots by UNIQLO or Target or something and he complains about the pay sometimes, but he looks good infront of a camera, so he’s... actually the one who won at life, really.
I’m not seeing him soon because he’s got a shoot out of town and he’ll be back next week. But I did get his number and he’s been texting me since.
...
Wouldn’t it be funny if we end up together and then I have this whackass of a reel to show him? Jesus... I need to stop getting ahead of myself here. Freakin’ living in the clouds, aren’t I?
...
Anyway, I’m gonna go and see if I can get my weird projector shit up and working. See you.
[REC: APRIL 7, 2019 - 5:14AM] SOLO LOG #3
It is... 5am... uh, April 7th- and I was just binging FRIENDS through the night, waiting for the sunrise before I get some shut eye and then... Eric just asked me out. Oh my God! Um, he’s coming back this Thursday and I’ll go see him at the airport before we go get dinner.
It was really funny ‘cause he had to wake up early for a shoot today and so his day has just begun but mine’s coming to an end and I just- I’m rambling so much, it’s kinda- it’s kinda sad, isn’t it?
I think I’m too happy to sleep right now so I’m just gonna text him some more before the sun rises- oh! He replied!
...
Anyway, I’m gonna go and finish up this last episode before sleeping. Hopeful I can sleep. Bye!
[REC: APRIL 11, 2019 - 4:28PM] SOLO LOG #4
I am on my way out right now to go meet Eric at the airport, and I’m... it’d be an understatement to say that I’m excited. I know I’ve only known him for like, 2 days before he left but... I miss him. Is that possible? Missing someone despite knowing them for 2 days?
Anyway, I gotta go. Don’t wanna be late to see him.
[REC: APRIL 13, 2019 - 10:23AM] SOLO LOG #5
Oh! Is that what you had-
Yeah! It’s the same camera!
What are you vlogging for, actually? Like-
Nothing, really. It’s just for my own usage-
Wait, you didn’t like set that up last night while we-
Oh, God, no! Who do you think I am?
I don’t know, I mean, we’ve known each other for... is it two weeks-
Just under two weeks-
Jeez-
I know, I know, oh my God.
...
I don’t regret it though. Yeah, like- I don’t really go down to the beach that often in the first place and it just- it just so happened that you were there that day and I saw you struggling with this old thing-
I was not struggling!
Yeah you were!
I wasn’t-
I’m kidding! Gosh, you’re so cute.
...
Are you gonna have the camera recording while this carries on?
I forgot it was on-
One day we’re gonna accidentally make a sex tape-
Eric!
[REC: APRIL 17, 2019 - 1:15AM] SOLO LOG #6
-ould you pass me the hot water?
Mm? What?
The kettle over on the counter. Careful, it’s hot. Yeah, thanks.
Do you need help with-
It’s just instant noodles, sweet. Doubt I need a diploma for this. You’re recording again?
Yeah, does it bother you?
No, no, ‘course not. Though that means I can’t really do whatever I want to now.
What does that mea-
...
I can... still taste that bit of milk tea you had just now-
Could you tell it’s zero sugar?
I don’t think that matters, it’s still sweet and not great for your health to have that so much.
Aw, and yet you’re the one who suggested noodles at this timing, yeah?
You were hungry too!
...
Here, it’s done. Help me get the bowls?
Did you even wash these?
Yeah, I did. If you don’t trust me, you can run them under the water for a bit.
Mhm. Here.
If it’s not enough, we can call for Macs.
Y’know, I’ve never had Macs past midnight back at home.
What? Really? Well, when you get back in May, would you try?
Yeah, why not? Maybe I’ll do that when I’m back in school.
...
What date is it today?
April... hold on, um, 17. Careful, that’s hot.
...
When are you leaving again?
May 22.
Are you planning on coming back anytime soon after?
I don’t know. I have school to worry about and the only other time I can come back’s probably during winter break in November.
...
I won’t be around in November.
Mm? Why not?
I’m moving.
To where?
I’m not sure yet, but I need to move depending on whether I get it and where the shoot’s at.
Shoot? It’s a big project, huh?
Yeah, it’s- it’s a pretty big deal.
...
I’ll- Let me just go and...
[REC: APRIL 20, 2019 - 7:49PM] SOLO LOG #7
-idn’t have to!
No, c’mon! It’s such a great time to get this on camera! Come on, tell us what just happened!
Well, I just scored a huge model contract with Calvin Klein - in Manhattan.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I’m so fucking proud of you, oh my God! Can you believe it-
No, fuck off, I can’t either!
Oh! Calvin Klein!
...
I swear, you’re an angel sent to me-
Fuck off!
I’m serious! it’s so timely- I just can’t- I’m just so happy to have met you.
...
Well, you heard it first here, ladies and gentlemen. Eric Sohn is a new model for Calvin Klein - Manhattan.
[REC: APRIL 21, 2019 - 12:40PM] SOLO LOG #8
It is 12.40pm... April 21st, 2019. I’m finally back in my apartment after crashing at Eric’s for the last... 10 days? I think it was 10 days. My clothes were running out and I didn’t want to hike up his water bills so I just came back and- y’know did my own laundry.
...
Well, it’s- it’s been an absolute dream. The last thing I expected to... have, or meet? Here, is Eric. Um, but I know I’m probably going to regret this. Especially when May 22 comes. Uh... this is... it’s real bad. I mean, we’re great, y’know? But... it’s bad, because I know it’ll hurt. Like a bitch. When my time here is up, and I gotta go back to my reality, and Eric’s gotta stick to his.
We haven’t really talked about it. May. I don’t think he wants to, and I don’t think I want to either. 50 days is too short. Either that, or I shouldn’t have come here in the first place. I shouldn’t have gone to the beach that day, in that hour.
...
I just wish we had more time. I wish 24 hours were... maybe about 100 seconds more per minute. Does that make sense? 160 seconds per minute. Then again, I don’t think that’d solve my problem. I’ll still be on a ticking... time bomb.
...
I know I shouldn’t say this. I know I can’t. I know I can’t afford to. But... I... I love him. I love Eric. With every... bit of me. It’s so... disgustingly cliché, but I feel so... comfortable with him. There’s really nothing we’d fight about, and even if we disagreed on something, we’d play it off like a debate, then forget about it the next day.
...
I love him. I do. And I’m going to regret this later. Without a doubt.
...
[REC: APRIL 27, 2019 - 2:02AM] SOLO LOG #9
-ou can see the stars?
I don’t know, that’s why I’m trying, sweet.
...
Can you see them?
Yeah, maybe if I just turn this ISO- Oh! I can kinda see the North Star-
Oh! Yeah, you can! It’s really feint though.
Right.
It’s okay, we can just lay it down here-
On the grass? Will your camera be fine?
Yeah, yeah, or else you can just put in on top of my bag- here.
...
Here, can you see me? Am I in frame?
Yeah, you’re in frame.
Okay, great. Now get over here!
...
I can taste the smoothie you had just now.
Too sweet?
A little.
...
Oh my God! Put me down! Oh- not there! It’s ticklish- AHHHHH!
...
y/n, I have something to tell you.
Mm? What is it?
...
Hello? Earth to Eric?
I... I love you. So much... and I can’t bear to see you go in May.
Oh, Eric...
No, I- I don’t want you to stay- or even think about it, ‘cause, you have your priorities and I have mine y’know...
Mhm.
I just... I just wished we had more time.
I do too. I really do.
...
Eric?
Hm?
I love you too.
...
...
...
[REC: MAY 1, 2019 - 4:23AM] SOLO LOG #10
1st May. 4...30? Am? I believe. Um, Eric’s sound asleep in his bed and I couldn’t sleep so I decided to do a log.
...
I have... 3 weeks left. 4 weeks have gone past just like that, and I don’t know what to think about it. I came for a 50-day retreat. No stress, just myself and peace and quiet and tranquility and yet-
...
I- I don’t know if I can do this.
...
[REC: MAY 7, 2019 - 3:58PM] SOLO LOG #11
So, Eric’s in shoot right now and I’m on the way into the studio with some donuts and coffee to surprise him. I called his manager and asked if it was okay so- I’m pretty psyched to see his workspace.
...
Hi, I’m y/n, I’m here to visit Eric?
Ah, okay! Hold on, let me just get you signed in with the pass-
Count me in!
You sure? This Saturday at the prep-party?
Yeah- Oh!
Eric!
y/n! What are you doing here?
I wanted to surprise you. Am I... interrupting anything?
Oh, not at all!
You must be y/n! Eric’s told me so much about you!
Did he? And you are...?
I’m Chelsea! I’ve been attached to the same Calvin Klein contract he recently got, so you could say we’re colleagues!
Well, nice to meet you! Oh, right, these donuts and coffee are meant for you guys actually!
Oh! You’re too kind! Eric, you’re such a lucky man.
I know, she’s just... everything.
Anyway, thank you so much for these. I’ll bring them back down to the studio for the crew to share. But Eric’s pretty much done for the day actually, so you guys can leave if you want to!
Are you sure? Don’t you need help downstairs with the equipment?
No, no! It’s fine, there’re more than enough people downstairs. Go have your date, and maybe you can bring her along with you for the prep-party this weekend!
What’s the prep-party... preparing for?
Oh, you’re so adorable! It’s a prep-party for the end-of-May shoot we’re gonna have. it’s a collab with DAZED so it’s a pretty big project.
You never told me you were involved in a collab with DAZED.
I was gonna tell you today.
He has been pretty busy recently, maybe slipped his mind. Anyway, thank you so much for the donuts and I’ll hope to see you at the pier this Saturday, mm?
Yeah, sure. Thanks Chels.
No problem! It was so nice to meet you, y/n, I’ll see you Saturday!
Okay, bye!
Bye, Chelsea! It was nice to meet you!
Bye!
...
Sweet, why didn’t you tell me you were coming?
I wanted it to be a surprise. I thought you said you’d end pretty late?
The filming was cut short because the shots were better than expected so we ended early.
Oh, I wanted to film you while you were at work.
You have that on?
Yeah- why?
No, just wondering.
Are you uncomfortable?
No, no, it’s just... I really didn’t expect you to come to the studio.
...
[REC: MAY 11, 2019 - 11:12PM] SOLO LOG #12
It’s 11:12pm, 11th May, 2019. 11 days to departure.
...
I... saw... Chelsea and Eric... um, out by the garage-
...
Well, I guess... it looked like they were just... having a really good talk. Or something.
...
I left. I couldn’t watch it. So, I left without telling Eric. I did tell his boss that I wasn’t feeling well and I had to leave first.
...
I guess this is the part where I regret it, isn’t it? Um... I don’t know... how... I’m gonna explain this to him when I see him again. Which is supposed to be- um- the rest of the night. I was supposed to go back to his place with him and I’ll stay for the weekend before I come back to pack my things, so-
...
y/n, are you home?
...
shit.
y/n, I know you’re home. I heard you talking. Open the door, I need to talk to you.
...
[REC: MAY 12, 2019 - 2:00AM] SOLO LOG #13
...
I look like shit, don’t I? God, my eyes hurt like a bitch.
...
I don’t think I need to say what just happened for you to guess what just happened, right? This... says it all.
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Fuck.
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I shouldn’t have come here. How did- How did my retreat turn out- turn out like this?
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This is- This is too much. Too much in too short... of a time.
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I don’t think... I don’t think I can do it. Not anymore.
...
[REC: MAY 19, 2019 - 9:59AM] SOLO LOG #14
It’s May 19th, 2019, almost 10am. I just came back from a morning walk by the beach just to... reminisce a little before I leave on Wednesday.
...
I... haven’t seen Eric since the prep-party. I blocked him and I told him not to come over, though I think he has, like, a few times. I thought I heard someone come up to my door, but he never knocked.
...
So, this is how it ends, huh? A 50-day romance cut short like that. Into about, 40?
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It’s crazy to think that I had... the experience of a whole relationship in 40 days. I definitely did not sign up for that when I booked this 50-day retreat.
...
It was fun while it lasted, though. It was. I don’t think I’d find anybody else like Eric, and I guess it just sucks that it had to end like that. Things happen, right? That aren’t... in our control.
...
...
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[REC: MAY 21, 2019 - 8:07PM] SOLO LOG #15
May 21st. About 8pm. I leave in about 15 hours.
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All my stuff’s packed. Definitely more things to bring home than I brought here. Half of these things were bought by Eric and given to me. I’m... actually not sure if I should bring them back.
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I don’t- I just don’t think I’d have the heart to throw them away.
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Nor look at them when I’m home.
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Should I even bring this camera home? Maybe I should wipe your memory before I bring you home, hmm?
...
It feels like a dream, doesn’t it? Everything that’s happened. It feels like a fever dream. Maybe when I’m finally home, I’d wake up and it’d be the day I come here.
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Maybe.
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[REC: MAY 22, 2019 - 10:03AM] SOLO LOG #16
-ny more luggage?
Nope.
Alright then, I think you’re all set. You still have about an hour’s time before the gates are open so you can get a cup of coffee or something, yeah?
Okay, thank you!
Have a nice flight ma’am.
Thanks.
...
Good evening ma’am, can I check your boarding pass?
Yeah, sure.
...
Okay, you’re good to go. Have a safe flight.
Thank you!
...
[REC: MAY 22, 2019 - 11:34AM] SOLO LOG #17
It is about 11.30am and I’m on the flight, and here’s the view outside. Sky’s pretty clear and this thing says that the weather’s great so, it should be a smooth flight without turbulence.
...
This is it. This is really it.
...
...
...
Um-
Hi, ma’am, I’m gonna need you to keep your camcorder.
Oh! Yeah, sure, sure, sorry!
[REC: APRIL 2, 2020 - 12:48AM] ERIC LOG #1
Wow, this is... weird. How did you do this last year?
...
Um, hi. y/n. If you’re watching this then I’ve somehow managed to get this synced into your camera by some weird... bluetooth, iCloud shit that Felix helped me figure out.
...
It’s been a year. And... I just thought you should... see this, or hear me out, at least. I know we didn’t end on the best terms... and I’m sorry. It was my fault. I shouldn’t have yelled at you for being unreasonable for something that was... suspicious. I should’ve understood.
...
I should’ve been there. To see you off. And I’m sorry I didn’t. I... was scared, that I wouldn’t be able to let you go if I went to send you off. I was a coward. I still am.
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But I do want you to know that... those 50 days were the best days of my life. Albeit it ended horribly, but nothing could... nothing- nothing will ever replace what happened last April.
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I said I love you and... I still do. Every day I think about you and your smile and your voice and- and I cry to sleep... worrying that I’d forget how you sound like, or how you laugh and how... how you smell like. My bed smelt like you even after you left.
...
I just- I love you. And I miss you. And I’d do anything to go back to what we had. I’d do anything to get- to get you back.
...
I’m sorry.
...
the clip comes to an automatic stop. the white triangle slapped onto the screen, begging you to play it again. you look up from the screen, watching the famous calvin klein ad that hasn’t stopped playing in the last month.
he hasn’t changed one bit. not his hair, not his smile, not his voice.
it’s a bittersweet pot of memory stashed in the back of your head when the memories flood back. looking back down at the camera, you count back the days - it was synced just last night.
the pile of tissues by your thighs are carelessly huddled into the bin next to your feet, mentally berating yourself for going through the memory instead of formatting it.
you stand, fingers shutting the screen back onto its body with a soft click. the tv blacks out when you press the red button on its remote.
you’re halfway into your kitchen when there’s a knock at your door, and you immediately gasp, blinking rapidly.
“oh, it’s my fucking projector!”
rushing to the door, you don’t hesitate to get the door open.
and yet, like the heavens were providing you with all the light to stop you from doubting yourself, your lungs empty themselves like vacuums.
your heart stops.
your breathing stops.
“eric... what are you doing here?”
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— cargo pants
summary: misinterpretion featuring a line from the wilds, “i’m not a lesbian, sorry to disappoint. i just like storage.”
warning: lil bit of angst but there's fluff, kissing, confident!reader (whoop!), also bi reader for this plot to work out, so sorry if ur purely homo
word count: 1.7k
on a tuesday night you found yourself sitting in a circle playing a game of truth or dare which was suggested by jackson’s very own dysfunctional couple, jesse and dina.
the chatter and laughter of the game continued around you but you were only focused on the redhead who sat across from you in the circle. though the redhead didn’t seem to notice the set of eyes on her as she was in deep thought.
ellie finally looked up when dina called on her to pick truth or dare. she noticed your eyes on her and her cheeks blush pink and sends you an awkward smile.
“uh dare i guess.” ellie says. there was a mischievous glint in dina’s eyes, “i dare you to kiss [y/n].”
the color from ellie’s face drained, instant panic set in. “what? dina, no.” ellie protests, “don’t make it weird.”
before dina could respond to ellie’s protests, you spoke up, “it’s ok i don’t mind.” you say scooting across the circle, sitting right in front of ellie. you felt your insides bubble in excitement but outwardly you appeared aloof, not wanting anyone to see a crack in your confidence.
“you know we don’t have to, if you don’t want to.” the redhead whispers quietly for only you to hear.
you lean closer to ellie, your lips just a hair away from her ear. this action causes a light blush to creep up on her freckled face.
“we got this, don’t want them to think we pussy out of things, right?” you say and move away with a grin on your face.
ellie gives you a shaky smile, trying to calm herself down at how close her crush was to her. you looked at each other, it felt like everything around you two had vanished and it was just the two of them.
your trance was broken by jesse who yelled at you two to “kiss already! we don’t have all damn night!”
you whipped her head around and flipped him off before quickly turning back around and taking ellie's face in your hands and connecting your lips.
the redhead was caught off guard for a split second but then kissed back, melting into it. the kiss was soft, it was just like what ellie had imagined kissing a pretty girl like you. it felt like they were in a trance again, like a veil closing around them giving them all the time in the world to feel each other.
they pulled away as the hoots and hollers of the teens around them grew obnoxiously. ellie’s cheeks grew embarrassingly red at the attention that was put on her.
ellie tuned out the game as it continued on, she was too in her own head thinking about how she just shared a very hot kiss with the girl she’s been crushing on for over two year.
the redhead only perked back up when she heard your name be called out for a turn.
“truth.” you choose. “soooo [y/n]...” dina trails off cheekily.
“yes, dina?” you challenge with a smirk and takes a sip of the terrible beer in your cup.
“how many girls have you kissed?” the dark haired girl asks.
“one.”
“seriously?!” dina exclaims in disbelief, her eyebrows then furrowed in thought, “does that mean ellie was..?”
“yep, first and only girl i’ve kissed.” you explain, you notice the surprised looks that start to appear on the faces of your peers, “what?” you ask, confused about the change in behavior.
“um, i think we all thought you were gay,” dina says awkwardly.
the dark haired girl then points to your pants, “you wear cargo pants a lot.” she states. you bursts out laughing at the archaic stereotype, “i’m not a lesbian, sorry to disappoint. i just like storage.”
laughter erupts from the room except from one person, ellie. you notice a frown appear on her face. you made brief eye contact with her in which the ginger gave you a curt smile, of course you could tell it was fake, that there was some pain behind those green eyes. but from what, you weren't sure.
to ellie that kiss felt so real, she thought there was genuine passion behind it. she had thought with that kiss and how flirting you’ve always been with her in the past that you would have reciprocated her feelings. but her heart broke has her reassurance was crumbled by a simple phrase, ‘i’m not a lesbian’
feeling overwhelmed with her emotions and not wanting to bring her bad vibe to the rest of the group, ellie felt it best to leave. she quickly said her goodbyes without sparing a glance at you, using the excuse of having patrol in the morning to leave early.
it immediately dawned on you that maybe ellie had misinterpreted what you had said, maybe the redhead got upset because she thought you didn’t like her back or had a chance with her at all.
you quickly got up leaving the group without bothering to respond to the people calling out for you, your only priority was to fix this misunderstanding as fast as possible.
“ellie! wait up!” you called out to the redhead a few yards away from you. ellie whipped her head around, a surprised look on her face.
even with being only slightly illuminated by the moon, you could see the redness and puffiness of ellie’s eyes, the green of them popping out and making it more obvious. your heart immediately sunk at the sight.
“hey are you ok?” you ask softly, your hand reaching up toward her face in concern but ellie moved her head away.
“yeah i’m good. what’s up?” she quickly responded, trying to change the subject. “can i crash at your place tonight? i don’t feel like walking across town this late and this drunk.”
“yeah sure.” ellie says, “how much of that beer did you have anyways?”
“too much, i swear i’m not a lightweight but honest to god i have no idea what seth puts in that beer.” you grin.
a smile cracks on ellie’s face, “no wonder it tasted so awful, it's because seth made it.” she jokes.
“he has his own little asshole recipe.” you joke back, making ellie tilt her head back in laughter. you smile at the fact that you were able to lift the bad spirit from your friend.
you continued to chat and talk shit as you two walked to ellie’s shed. the redhead was glad that even though she’ll never have you as her girlfriend, she could always have you as a best friend.
when you entered the shed you both immediately started getting ready for bed, the long night with your friends had tired you both out immensely. ellie handed you a pair of sweatpants to change into which you did, right in front of her.
ellie remembers the first time you two had a sleepover over two years ago, the redhead got taken by surprise when her crush started stripping in front of her to get in her pajamas with no regard that she was still in the room. she was flustered at seeing the bare skin of the girl she was crushing on.
“what? it's not a big deal, we’re both girls and it's just skin, no need to get weird el.” she remembers you saying to her. eventually ellie just got used to it, taking it as a sign of trust that you would be that vulnerable around her.
ellie changed into her night clothes as well, she watched as you take your bra off without removing your shirt, “you gotta teach me how to do that one day.” the redhead says, it was something you'd always done that had intrigued ellie.
“what, take off my bra?” you tease. ellie’s cheeks blush realizing how her words sounded. “no, i mean like i’ve wanted to know how to do it so i can do it to myself, not you.” she rambles trying to explain herself.
you start to giggle at her response, “what?” ellie says, pouting.
“it's just that you're cute.” ellie feels her heart skip.
you lay down, snuggling into the bed and pat the space next to you, beckoning her over. she lays next to you on her side. neither of you say anything as you stare at each other.
“you want to tell me why you were crying earlier.” you ask, ellie rolls her eyes and shift onto her back, refusing to make eye contact.
“it was nothing.” the redhead mumbles. “ellie i know you, that wasn't nothing, talk to me please.” you plead. ellie chews on her lip nervously, trying to decide whether or not she should confess to you.
“i, uh, shit i don't know how to say this” she starts, turning over to her side to face you, “but i really really like you [y/n], and i have for the past two years and its being eating me up from the inside to see you with other people and not be able to tell you. and i know you just want to be friends because you said that-”
you cut her off by placing your lips on hers. the redhead soon eagerly kissed back, her hands finding their way on your head and your hands to her shoulders. as the kiss progress you both got more desperate to be close, rolling over so that ellie was flat on the bed and you were straddling her waist. ellie’s hands moved to your hips and yours to the sides of her head.
the redhead pulled away from the kiss. “i thought you said you weren’t a lesbian,” she whispers.
“correct.”
“oh” ellie says as her eyebrows furrowed in annoyance and confusion, “then why’d you kiss me?” she questions, a bit pissed off that her friend was leading her on.
“just because i don’t like girls exclusively doesn’t mean i don’t like them at all.” you grin and lean down, giving ellie a peck on the lips. ellie smiles, realizing that she finally had her chance.
“what does that make us then?” she asks shyly. you smile down at her, “girlfriends, only if you want to.”
“are you kidding? that’s the only thing i’ve wanted for years.” she exclaims and sits up, placing you on her lap and kissing you again.
she pulls away slightly, “i could get used to this.”
“me too.” you whisper and pull her into another kiss.
the scene from the wilds:
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Spoiled Brat
Pairings: Y/N x Tomura Shigaraki
Warning::: tiny tiny mangs spoiler
“I’m done with your shit, Tenko” You spat, throwing your bag over your shoulder. It was the last straw. You were sick of your partner blowing you off for some video game or to torment high school kids. What’s up with that? Who does shit like that? You didn’t choose this lifestyle to scar teenagers. You chose it to get back at the heroes who were good for nothing.
“Where the fuck are you going?” The 20 year old grabbed at your bag only for you to shrug him off. You ignored his constant call of your name, walking to your own room in the hideout to get the rest of your things.
“Hey. Answer me when I’m talking to you” With a grab to your wrist he spun you around to face him.
“Eat. Shit.” You shook free from his hold and walked out of the door.
Dabi and Compress just stood in shock at the way you talked to Tomura. You guys fought all the time but never did you call him by his childhood name. That caused Shigaraki’s blood to boil.
How dare she talk to me that way? Did she forget who I am? Shigaraki fucking Tomura. Mentored by All for One. I’ll have her killed.
The thoughts came faster than he could scratch. In the back of his mind he knew that he wouldn’t be able to kill you. Not after everything the two of you have been through. Ever since the two of you were kids you’d never had a fight like this.
Blood covered his finger tips as he slammed the door to what was your room. He faced Dabi and Compress with wide eyes.
“Go find her” his voiced rasped. “GO FIND HER NOW”!
You know that he sent the two most skilled members of the league after you. But did you care? Hell no. Your not a “Pick-me” or a push over. Whatever you want you take with no questions asked.
You know all the spots where they don’t bother to look or dare to go. So of course your going to hideout there.
You think back at the words that were exchanged between the two of you. “Did you actually mean what you said?” You whispered to yourself “Well of course I meant it at the time. And I still feel like he’s a spoiled brat. I mean yea his childhood was shit but after he was taken in by All for One he’s had everything handed to him”
“Y/n stop talking to yourself. You sound like Toga” A voice said from beside you.
“I’m not going back Dabi. Go away. You too Compress I know you’re in his pocket”
With a pop of his quirk, Compress appeared in front of you. “That’s no fun if you spoil the trick Y/n”
“Yea whatever”
“Listen” Dabi started, “We won’t force you to go back. We can always say that we couldn’t find you”
“And lose your life in the process? Yea right” you scoff, turning down another alleyway “I’m not that dumb. Compress is going to use his quirk, stick me in his pocket, and the two of u get tv privileges. I’ve seen it before”
You were pushed to the brick wall of the ally by rough hands. A pinky came into your line of vision and you groaned in realization. You glare at the two villains behind him “Y’all set me up. Nice plan Shigi”
“Shut up” he growled from behind Father, “You dare disrespect me as if I won’t dust you like you mean nothing to me?”
“I didn’t disrespect you. I spoke the truth. You lost sight at what you originally planned on doing” you spat back, “You’re going to kill me Shigi? Then do it. Kill me knowing that it was I who stayed by your side since we were kids. It was I who helped you practice your quirk. It’s AFO who’s manipulating you. Using your fucking emotions against you. I bet it was him who told you to kill me. Always need somebody to instruct you on what to do. Grow some damn balls for once.”
For the second time tonight, Dabi and Compress were lost for words.
Gigantic balls.
You and Tomura stayed quiet for a while, the two of you never breaking eye contact. Tearing Father from off his face, He kisses you. Groans from the other two villains are ignored as he slipped his tongue past your lips.
What they failed to realize is that Shigaraki had his whole hand wrapped around your neck. The man pulled away with a smirk on his face at the thought of your dusted body. But once he opened his eyes his smirk fell.
No no no, this can’t be. You’re supposed to be dead. You’re quirk less how could you possibly still be standing there.
“Well I’ll be dammed” Dabi snickered.
“Seems like Madam L/n has a quirk repelling quirk” Compressed smiled.
“Well shit” You laughed, “Looks like your plan failed. Once again”
Shigaraki’s scowl returned as the grip around your throat tightened. “Why can’t you just die”
“Try harder...Bitch” you pushed the man away with newfound strength. “Can’t believe you tried to kill me while kissing me. If that doesn’t scream ‘Toxic’”
“Come on,” Shigaraki replaced Father on his face and grabbed your hand “We’re going back to the hideout”
“Like hell I am” You pull away from his grasp “You need to get your shit together Tomura”
“Compress”
And with that you were enclosed in a blue marble.
“Stupid Magician always trapping me in this damn marble. SCREW YOU MR. ABRA KADABRA. YOU TO YOU BURNT CHICKEN NUGGET. CANT STAND YOU THREE IDIOTS. I HOPE TO-“
“Dearest Y/N please stop rambling. We’re almost there.” Compress groaned.
Now that you think about it...how the hell are you in here in the first place? Why didn’t you repel this quirk? Did you even try? No you did not.
So you relaxed, putting all your concentration towards getting out of that small blue ball. Compress felt the marble shake in his pocket. Just after he stepped foot into the hideout he pulled out the marble and watched you emerge.
“Some timing” you strain. While stretching your limbs, you walked towards your room. But you weren’t alone. You felt him push you through the threshold and slammed the door behind him.
“Give me your hand” He demanded.
You rolled your eyes and placed your hand in his. “Normal people would’ve just stabbed the person that they wanted to kill”
“Stop talking.”
Shigaraki moved backwards towards your bed. Falling on his back when he felt the frame hit his knees, he pulled you on top of him. “Now, tell me why we’re fighting”
“Because you’re an abused emotional man-child” You respond, pushing light blue hair away from his face. “You need help”
“Don’t we all” he scoffs.
Your eyes would’ve rolled to the depths of your skull if they could. You took a handful of his hair and yanked it. “You know what the fuck I mean. You need to stop being the puppet that belongs to AFO and be Tomura. Get revenge for Tenko”
“He’s my mentor, not my puppet master” He bites back, leaving crescent shaped marks on your hips.
“So you’d rather torment highschool kids rather than the heroes that actually failed you”
That statement shut him up. Tomura closed his eyes and exhaled slowly. “You know you’re going to get me in a whole lot of trouble talking that way”
You place a kiss to his forehead and smile, “And I’ll fight by your side every time”
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@sniperscout-ship-week I GOT THERE EVENTUALLY
Day 2: Spot
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“No, seriously, you’re gonna love it!” Scout insisted, adjusting his bag on his back before starting to haul himself up the rocks before them. “Climb’s only, like, twenty more minutes.”
“Didn’t you say that ten minutes ago?” Sniper asked, staring doubtfully at the rocks Scout seemed to so effortlessly scale and wondering where he should even start.
In his defense, Scout wasn’t rushing him along, and had volunteered to carry the bag since he was a little more in practice climbing things. He was clearly used to moving up these cliffs much faster than this, and besides a lot of bouncing on his heels while he waited, he didn’t make any smart remarks.
The first five minutes, Sniper had been fine. Walking uphill, climbing a few boulders, all simple stuff. He had to climb plenty of ladders in his day job, this wasn’t much different in terms of exertion. It was the ten minutes after that, and the ten after that, where he started having a problem. It wasn’t a strength thing, it was an endurance thing, and that’s where Sniper was rapidly learning his weak point was.
He’d really thought he was pretty in-shape overall. Apparently not.
“Look, we can take a second if you want,” Scout said carefully, helping pull Sniper up to the next ledge. “It’s, uh, kind of a lot of climbing and walking and stuff.”
For a second, Sniper considered brushing him off and saying it was fine, but then it took him a moment longer than he expected to find his footing again and he decided to just shelve his pride for the moment. Clearly Scout could already tell how rough this was. “Yeah, I’ll… yeah. I’ll just—“ He took a seat, pushing his hat back to rake a hand through his hair, trying to get it out of his face. God, it was hot out.
“Yeah, yeah, no problem.” Scout took a seat too, shrugging the bag off his shoulder and starting to dig through it. “Uh, here, if—if you want.” A water bottle nudged against his knuckles, and he accepted it, taking a swig. “These cliffs get pretty, uh… pretty toasty. Only start really cooling down, like, an hour before the sun goes down. Shouldn’t get any worse than this.”
“Couldn’t have waited another hour or so, then?” Sniper asked, glancing over at him.
Scout shrugged. “I mean, I dunno, then we’d, like, have to climb in the dark, and I’ve already had to hit the Medbay way too many times this month from busting my ankles out here.”
“That often?” Sniper asked, blinking in surprise.
“Heh. Yeah, I’m a pretty huge klutz sometimes. And, y’know, just doing laps around the base gets boring, so I started heading out into the… everywhere else. Out here.”
Sniper nodded, not understanding in the slightest.
“Uh, anyways. You, uh… I dunno, I just figured, didn’t you say something about how you like hiking and stuff?” Scout asked, now looking doubtful.
“Hunting, more than hiking. Just occasionally,” Sniper corrected.
“Similar thing,” Scout said, and Sniper shrugged after a moment, because Scout wasn’t wrong, persay. “Anyways, I, yeah. I dunno. I, I just, I figured you probably wouldn’t bite if I tried to suggest we go, like… I dunno. I’m just usually pretty much the irresponsible type and you’re… not, so, most stuff I like to do I think you’d probably hate, so I figured…”
“I have no idea what you’re on about,” Sniper deadpanned.
“I, I dunno! Bar hops and fast food and causing trouble and shit just don’t seem like your speed so I wanted to like… suggest something you’d actually like. Like hiking. Since jogging out here and stuff is kinda like hiking.”
Sniper thought about pointing out how Scout had just essentially tried to connect jogging to hiking to hunting, a thing which Sniper hadn’t even actually done in a good two years or so, but decided against it, if nothing else because Scout already seemed to be feeling pretty stupid from the dejected expression he failed to hide, face tilted away and down towards where he was scuffing his heel through the dirt. He tried to think of something else to say. “You don’t, er… need to worry so much. About whether I’ll… like, things,” he managed, stumbling on his words. “I like going out and all that, just… I’m just quiet, mate. Doesn’t mean I don’t have fun.”
He wasn’t sure whether that made sense until Scout nodded a few seconds later, brightening a little. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.” A pause. “We’re, uh, we’re almost there, you wanna keep—?”
“Sure,” Sniper sighed, hefting himself back to his feet. Scout practically bounced to his own, and Sniper wondered at the miracles that regular exercise could accomplish. “Might as well.”
Oddly enough, now that he was pacing himself, it really wasn’t so bad. Scout was right about it cooling down, at least, and with the sun going down they were out of direct sunlight, which helped as well. Scout seemed to be in better spirits, too, increasingly excited as they apparently got nearer to wherever Scout was taking them.
“We’re like, super close, seriously,” Scout urged, all but dragging Sniper by the wrist, smiling in that wide way of his.
“Alright, alright, take her easy,” Sniper tried, going for grumpy but just landing somewhere in bemused. It was nice, sometimes, seeing that genuine enthusiasm for life that Scout tended to have.
Then he rounded a corner, and squinted for a moment at the shift in light, then his eyes widened.
Stretching out before them, the entirety of the Badlands. The cliffs were cast in crimson, shades of red and pink, violet in the shadows and almost shimmering as the sun set clear out at the horizon. Scatterings of things just too small to decipher hung in shadow in the distance, shadows magnified and spiking towards them, a few lonely clouds just to one side giving a sense of scale to everything that almost gave Sniper vertigo.
“C’mon,” Scout insisted, now actually pulling him along, urging him up just one more small climb that led to a ledge, flat, on top of which were a few things. Camping chairs, for one, dusty and rusted in some places but otherwise intact. A rock that was clearly moved over there at a height that could almost make a table.
“Wow,” Sniper said, mostly because he was surprised.
“Yeah! Nice little spot, huh?” Scout asked, adjusting some things. “Usually I’m out here around sunrise, and sometimes I just like to chill out here. Like, on weekends and stuff if I don’t sleep in. Don’t gotta put up with Soldier and his trumpet thing, or any of the guys stomping around. It’s all peaceful and stuff.”
Sniper nodded, taking a seat in one of the chairs. Scout took the other one, starting to pull stuff out of his bag. Granola bars, mostly, and water. Sniper settled in to look at the view some more, slightly amazed with how different things looked from this high up. Higher than any of his nests, for sure.
“It’s really nice, though, kinda havin’ a space like this. Because Doc has the Medbay, y’know? And Hardhat’s got that workshop and Heavy has his little place with the—the heater, thing, where he makes his bullets? Melts metal? That thing, and Demo’s got his place he makes bombs and, like, pretty much everyone has like a place they get to just hang out in, but I’ve really got nothin’ like that, so, this place kinda rules. If it wasn’t kind of a hassle to get up here I’d probably be up here, like, all the time. You gotta make sure you don’t tell anyone about this place, by the way. Like, they’re not gonna wanna walk this far probably, but still. Unless I like, go missing or something. Then I probably fell off a cliff. Oh, one time on a weekend I went all the way up here and was just hanging out, like, reading my comics and stuff, and I straight up fell asleep up here and I woke up with the worst sunburn in my life—“
Sniper drank water and nodded along as Scout started in on his rambling, eyes drawn to the view more than his wide gestures. And if he, too, ended up falling asleep up here, needing to be shaken awake by Scout an hour or so later, that was his own business.
And even as he filed away the spot to try and see it later, if Scout wanted, he suggested that maybe next time they go get fast food somewhere, because god did his legs hurt the next day.
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[𝙎𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙡 𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙘] (004)
"𝘾𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙗? 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙣~"
"Why are we here again? And why aren't Gojo or M/n with us?" Itadori questioned. "A possible special grade showed up and the mission was strictly given to us. Besides special grade sorcerers like them have better things to do then deal with something like this."
Fushiguro answered as the three arrived at the 'detention' center.
'I wonder where M/n is?' The pink haired thought to himself. "Hurry up Itadori!" Kugisaki yelled behind her towards the male.
"Huh? Right!"
With M/n and Gojo
Miles away, the spoken pair sneezed at the same time. "Hmm must be the wind." M/n shoved his hands in one of the many pockets sewn into his jacket. The two were heading towards the principal's office on the campus.
"Why did he say he wanted a meeting with us again?" M/n playfully groaned, his voice still a little scratchy from the day prior to yesterday. Gojo chuckled from next to him. "Dunno. Knowing him it could be just to have tea." Sarcasm dripped from his tone.
"Eh, either way I wonder how Yuuji and the other first years are doing?" Gojo shrugged. "Not sure."
Opening the sliding door, the two were met with Masamichi sewing one of his doll-like corpses. "It took you long enough." The second-year merely chuckled, as he sat down on one of the cushions presented before a small table.
"No need to be hasty, what's the rush anyway?" M/n questioned, while pouring the contents of the teapot into the three cups. "A new case from the higher ups." Masamichi threw a folder in the (h/c-ette)'s direction.
"Ah, straight to business I see. Same boring cases the old cowards want us to solve, huh?" Malice dripped from the insult clearly chosen for the elders. Masamichi gave a sharp look before sipping the hot liquid.
"You know how they are. The case was given straight to you though, so take it seriously." M/n rolled his eyes at the remark. "Special grades?"
"2 of them which have recently popped up on their radar were located on the outskirts of the city. Your train tickets have been arranged and it shouldn't take you more than two days" The monotonous tone boring the two sorcerers. A shadow casted upon M/n's face as he stood, turning to walk back through the screen doors.
"I'll have it done in one. Tell the old hags if they want to keep sending me on these simple missions, I'll just have to finish the job myself. It's no fun taking the danger from these trips." A sharp sadistic thread lacing itself between his words. ('Finishing the job' meaning offing himself.)
"Till next time, ta ta~" With that, the door slid shut a loud 'thud' echoing the now silent room. A small smirk played at the tip of Gojo's smile. "Arrogant as always."
The older exhaustedly rubbed his eyes from under his glasses. "It'll cost him one day."
Timeskip with the first-years
"It feels great to be in the skin again. I wonder where those pesky seniors of yours are." Sukuna held a look of mock confusion. "For the meantime, I'm taking this brat's body hostage." A crazed smile laid upon his lips. Plunging his hand into Itadori's chest, the wrenching sound of the searching hand filled the tense silence.
'Schlopk' The clawed hand reappeared, except now, it was blood filled while Itadori's heart was roughly pulled into the curse's grasp.
"Well then, what are you going to do, Jujutsu sorcerer?"
With M/n
"I guess your the one's causing trouble right?" M/n let out a low chuckle, as the curses growled standing on-guard. "Well we can't have that now. They never said you were going to be this ugly." A teasing voice mocked them. A split second later, a punch was thrown from behind him. Catching the fist, he jumped back a few yards.
"If that's how it's going to be then, I won't hold back." A boyish smile graced his features before disappearing. In a flash the curse that had attacked him was on the ground, with its arms missing. A hiss was thrown his way before the injured had jumped off away.
"Let's dance mon amour~"
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Soft pants had escaped from the male, as he stood straight. A hiss of pain leaving as a deep cut made itself known. "Fuck, that's gonna leave a mark." He mumbled. A sudden white pain struck M/n from his thoughts as he glanced down.
"Oh joy, I've been impaled." M/n sarcastically commented before spitting up a handful of red. A sickening laugh of some sorts bellowed from the third presence. A sharp spike like appendage pierced through M/n's stomach.
"Fine then." A small flash of red and black flickered by the curse's face before the appendage was cut through. Another three slashes, and the apparent special grade, had been delimbed.
"Bandits copy: king of cursed energy." Small sparks of red and pink emit from his clasped hands. With a flick of his wrist, his opponent fell. Another pile of fine dust gathered next to M/n's feet.
The very prominent gaping wound seemed to take its toll though, as his vision got blurry. A painful chuckle vibrated his chest as he weakly fished his phone from his many pockets. Clicking on a contact, he pulled the device to his ear.
'Ring'
'Ring'
"What do you want L/n."
M/n let out a breathy laugh at the cold tone of the receiver.
"Not even a 'hi', or 'how are you'? Jeez you hurt me."
"Shut up. What do you need."
"I'm in outskirts of Tokyo, you're in the area right?"
*sigh* "Yes, but I'm busy. Make it quick."
A cough racking his body cut M/n off before continuing. A small puddle of blood starting to form around his feet, as he dragged himself to the nearest bus stop bench.
"What happened? Are you hurt?"
"Bus stop on twenty-third..sending location...mission."
The line went dead as M/n weakly closed his eyes, leaning himself up against the post.
Nanami
Across the town a few miles, the receiver of his call held a worry look. "Damn you L/n. What did you do now?" The blonde had gotten into his car and started down the roads directed.
A few minutes later he pulled up to an old beaten up bus stop. Looking closer, he saw the body of the male. 'Did that fool fall asleep?' Getting up from the driver's seat he got closer to the male.
"Why'd you call me out here? Oí? Are you even awake?" The male stayed unresponsive. "Oí, come on L/n." M/n slowly fluttered his eyes open. "You came."
"Yeah, now what do you want-?" M/n shifted his arm, showing his shirt quickly staining with an all too familiar red color. Nanami's eyes widened at the sight, quickly grabbing onto M/n to drag him to his vehicle.
"Shit! What happened?!" The blonde held a worried expression, as he laid the second-year down on the backseats. "Special...grade." A weak smile was sent towards the blonde. "Thanks Ami-san." The childish nickname had pissed Nanami off many times before, but now he was only filled with worry for the male.
Rushing around front, he got into the car, driving off towards the other side of the city. "Stay awake a little longer M/n! Dammit!"
"St-a...a...iv...." His senior's words became mixed and faded, as he drifted unconscious. 'Shit shit shit! The school's 20 minutes away. Stay in there M/n.'
Nanami struggled grabbing his phone from his pocket while driving at speeds that we're undoubtedly against the speed limit. With his blood-stained fingers, he shakily clicked on the contact he had dreaded.
'Ring'
"Hey Nanami-!"
"Fuck! Shut up! Tell Shoko to set up her stuff."
"No hello? And what for?"
"L/n! He suddenly called me out of nowhere! Those stupid fools need to stop giving him suicide missions!"
Gojo's face paled.
"What happened?!"
"L/n is dying is what's happening! I'm twenty minutes away from the school, and he's losing blood."
A sight of Getou passed through Gojo's head, as his face contorted into worry. 'Dammit!'
"Keep him responsive, and I'll tell Shoko."
His voice shook as he cursed himself for bringing the past death up.
"I don't know how much longer I can keep him awake. Tell her it's a piercing wound all the way through the left lower abdominal region."
The call abruptly ended with that. Jogging towards the medical wing, Gojo slammed open the door. A startled Shoko looking back at the worried male. "Yes?" She questioned.
"L/n, puncture wound, all the way through lower left abdomen." The white haired male manage to ramble out. A look of confusion turned into understanding, as the female started pulling out the needed. "We just need to pray he gets here before we're to late." Shoko shook her head.
Timeskip 45 minutes
Bringing Nobara to the infirmary was beginning to look a difficult task, as several people stood crowded around the door. Familiar and unfamiliar faces stood gathered around. "What's going on?" The question made necks turn. "Ah you guys are back-!" Gojo was cut short as a gruff looking old man in a formal kimono gave a sharp glare.
"Get them out of here!" Gojo and Masamichi nodded before ushering them towards the dorm common room. A confused expression grew as Fushiguro was lead to the empty room. "What's happening?" He asked once more.
Both Teacher and principal gave an unreadable look. "Where's L/n?" The small seemingly harmless question led to Gojo uncharacteristically fidgeting with his hands.
". . ."
Megumi was uncomfortable by the unusual silence. "Who were those people back there?" The raven head asked moving onto another question.
Gojo shook his head, letting out a sharp sigh. "Elders."
"What are they here for sensei?"
"Th-They don't think L-L/n's g-gonna make i-it."
"What?"
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“ I’ve killed people for less. “ and drinks their drink
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“I’ve killed people for less.” + drinks their drink
The local news is like the thrift store, for Midoriya. Sometimes, you find the most fascinating stories, begging to be delved further. Murder cases. Lawsuits. Activist movements. Protests.
But, other times-- read, the majority of the time-- it’s overwhelmingly flooded with completely mundane stories. Pet findings. New pop up store. Celebrity sightings. An anniversary of a statue that no one ever cares about.
And, with every stack of newspapers he scans through, Midoriya begins to realize that tonight was one of those dead end nights. Unfortunately.
Aizawa’s going to have a field day yelling at him tomorrow afternoon. The newspaper company is itching for a new story, and Midoriya coming in, empty handed, is only going to upset everyone else, too.
So here Midoriya was, inside a bar, a couple of miles away from where he lived. Hoping running away from his workspace would bring peace.
Originally, Midoriya had been walking down the bustling streets of Shibuya aimlessly, unsure where he was headed. All he knew was that he needed at least the rest of the night by himself, or that’s how long Midoriya planned to stay out. To freshen his mind. Clear it.
But, from the way his fingers began to turn numb, Midoriya knew he couldn't stay out any longer.
What caught his attention was the jazzy music that came from a bar, illuminated by it's red neon, wide cursive label. As he neared it, the aroma of strong liquor stung his nostrils, but by no means stopped him from wanting to enter.
First, he stands waiting outside the closed doors, rubbing his hands vigorously to stay warm. However, the longer he stood, shivering worse and worse, no employee ever came out. Unable to stand outside, Midoriya pushes through the doors, and hopes he isn’t intruding.
Even though not many were seated inside the place, Midoriya already began to feel uncomfortable, especially with how active and loud everything was, from the way the music swung in the air and the way the blaring conversations seemed obnoxious. The noises boomed in his ears, and it only made his heart race.
Embarrassment fills Midoriya's cheeks as he tries to scooch in between table after table, in hopes of reaching to the bar stools. Every ‘excuse me’ is left unheard.
When Midoriya takes his seat by the bar, he finally exhales his held breath, more at ease with the environment. The music didn’t reach as well in this particular spot and no one else really lingered around here. Which meant, it was perfect for Midoriya.
“Well, aren't you a new, pretty face.”
Midoriya turns to meet the bartender, a tall, buff man, with a sultry red gaze, which did no good to Midoriya’s heart. His breath heavily smelled like tonic and smoke and his grumbling voice screamed slum raised.
“Um, greetings.” Midoriya mumbles politely, bowing albeit.
“Hey, good lookin’.” The bartender smirks, “S’rare to see someone I haven’t met, before.”
“Not many people come here?”
“Quite the contrary,” the blonde brawn admits, heaving a loud huff. “It’s just tonight’s boss night, which means sole business. And, it's easy to spot and kick out the new rats like you ‘round here.”
Forcing himself not to grimace, Midoriya offers a weak smile. “Sorry about that. Didn't mean to disturb the place.”
“Nah, I ain't bothered.” The bartender chuckles, “If anyone would be distressed by a new customer, it'd be the last one on that list.”
"Um, you sure are rather kind, mister."
He leans over the counter, harshly whispering close to Midoriya's ear. “Be thankful, I’m in a good fuckin’ mood welcomin' strangers, tonight.”
A shiver creeps up his spine from the sudden closeness. Leaning away from the stench of smoke and hard liquor, Midoriya quickly nods in affirmation. “Yeah, isn't that a blessing. Uh, could I get whiskey, by any chance? That would be nice.” he rambles out, in hopes for a bit of space.
As the bartender moves away, back turned to his stash of drinks, Midoriya lets out a sigh of relief.
Once the bartender faces back around, with two glasses of whiskey in hand, Midoriya blinks. “I- Um, I only wanted one.”
A shake of the head, the guy snickers. He offers one over to Midoriya. “One’s for me, idiot. Unless you're in a mood to forget.”
“Ah, right..” Midoriya reaches for the outreached glass. Their fingers graze each other’s, sending a jolt shamelessly through Midoriya.
Scanning through the bar, Midoriya notices the entire bar was wearing formal wear; tuxedos, suits, ties, coats. They were all dressed to the nines, puffing out big cigars, and downing bottles with ease.
“What’s a boss night?” Midoriya inquiries.
Surprisingly, the bartender narrows his red eyes into a glare. “That’s weasel talk.”
Whatever that meant, Midoriya can only assume it was an insult. “I-I’m not a weasel!” He squawks.
That eases the tension off the man’s face. And instead, a toothy grin appears. “Then, don’t say that shit ‘round here. Or else, I’d have to blow your head.”
Midoriya’s mind thinks of the worst, and the feeling of burning cheeks erupt his face. “You shouldn’t say stuff like that. Things that can easily be misconstrued.”
“What if I want my shit misconstrued?” The bartender snickers, “Hell, what if I want to miscon-screw you?”
“Y-You don’t even know my name, mister.” Midoriya stutters.
“Yeah, you’re definitely a new rat.” Finally, lifting the whiskey glass to his lips, the smile still stretches. “We don’t give names here. That shit is confidential.”
“O-Oh. Well, then, um, just call me Izuku.” Midoriya mumbles, “It’s my alias.”
It’s his real name. But, the bartender obviously doesn’t know that.
The man’s gaze squints. “What the hell? Deku?”
Midoriya blanches. “No, I said-”
“Just call me Katsu, and we won’t have any problems, Deku.”
Midoriya purses his lips. “Okay, well, I have a problem. And, if I’m paying 2,000 yen for a drink, I politely suggest you say my name right.”
Regardless, Katsu shrugs, with a shining glint in his eyes. “I’ve killed people for less.”
And, just like that, he downs his whiskey in one gulp.
Tentatively, with a sudden chill beating his heart faster, Midoriya sips his drink.
He has to go. He shouldn’t be here. Why did this man joke about death? Killing another person? No, it had to be a joke. A tease. The man has been teasing him the moment he sat down. It just had to be a small jab. That’s all.
Yet, the thought still rattled his mind.
Midoriya coughs, “Um, is that a company policy?”
Katsu hums, tilting his head. “What is?”
“Names. Is it like for, I don’t know, feeling like we’re secret agents? Is that the vibe this bar is trying to give?”
That makes the bartender laugh loud and smack a hard hand on the counter, causing the entire place to look at the two. When they notice the guffawing is from the bar, more specifically the bartender, they all simply turn away. Back to their normal conversations.
While Midoriya’s feeling winded from the sudden attention, the man breathes out an airy chuckle. “It’s a ‘for-life’ policy. Say your name, and you’re a fucking goner.”
Katsu leans in close, eying the side of Midoriya's face, "And, with a cute face like yours, it'd be a fuckin' shame to see it ruined."
Midoriya is strucken with an overload of goosebumps. Whatever this place is, he most definitely doesn’t belong here.
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