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myheelsdontmatchmysweatpants · 3 years

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Or Red Lilly with Iida 👀

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Red Lily (Passion) with Tenya Iida

Warnings: MeanDom/Tenya Iida, SubFem/Reader, impact play, handcuffs, use of “sir, good girl”, oral sex (fem receiving) consent check, orgasm denial, degradation, vaginal fingering, no condom, d*cryphilia.

Also big shoutout to @doinmybesthere @patchworkpuzzle @eyebagsbutglam for helping me out!! I love all of you!!

The first time Iida found out that you sleep without clothes he gave you a two-hour lecture.

“What if there was a fire and you needed to evacuate immediately? What if someone broke in? What if you sleep walk and get out of your apartment? What if- “

“Tenya!” You grab his arms, concerned that they are going to fall off with how aggressively he was chopping them. “I understand that you are just trying to help, but I am comfortable sleeping like that. Could you please respect that?”

He looks down for a moment, the sun glare on his glasses making it impossible to see his eyes. When his shoulders drop, and he visibly relaxes you know he has calmed down. “I am sorry my dear, you’re right. It is important that you are comfortable.” He kisses your cheek. “Let’s go to bed now.”

Two years later

Iida was done, done with the day, done with people, done. Done. DONE.

He was late to the agency because of a villain backup that he couldn’t help with. When he finally ended up getting to the agency, he had to calm down several interns because number one hero Deku had stopped by. One of his engines went out because a villain on his patrol was able to get some sort of substance in his exhaust. This meant he had to go to Mei Hatsume because she was one of the few who could fix it. She tricked him into activating a “baby” of hers that exploded effectively covering his entire hero suit in ash and soot.

Numerous other things happened through out the day that soured his mood even further. The last thing was him getting home late, not 30 mins, not 1 hour, but 4 hours late. He had to take his hero suit to be cleaned and ended up taking a shower at the agency. All he wanted to do was go to bed with you.

Iida sets his stuff down by the door and removes his shoes. Walking carefully, so as to not wake you he opens the bedroom door and glances at your shared bed.

Iida’s breathing stops for a moment, the sight of you making his heart skip a beat. Laying on your side, one of your hands laying on his pillow; the blanket between your legs. Moonlight peaks through the curtains, bathing your naked form in a soft light that makes you glow.

As he shuts the door, he can feel his pants getting uncomfortably tight. You are so beautiful and what better way to ease the stress of a horrible day than to bury himself in your tight heat.

He walks up to the bed, reaching out to caress your face with his knuckles. Your eyes slowly open hazy, and unfocused from sleep, eyelids fluttering. “Mhm… Tenya?” A soft smile appears on your face and you grab his hand, turning your head to kiss it.

“Sorry I woke you darling, why don’t you go back to sleep?” Iida feels guilty, waking you up just to have sex with you. He moves to pull his hand back but you clutch it tight, he looks at you, raising his brow in question.

You push yourself up with one hand and sit on your knees in front of him, still holding his hand. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes you take a quick moment to stretch, arching your back and lifting your arms up in the air. You hear Iida suck in a breath and open your eyes with a smirk.

“Now why would I go to sleep when you clearly need some help turbo.” You lower the hand not holding his and graze your fingers over the obvious bulge in his slacks.

Iida shudders when you touch him but doesn’t react any further, more worried about your sleep schedule. “Don’t worry about me love, nothing I can’t take care of on my Ohh.” His sentence gets cut of when you give him a squeeze through his pants. His forehead pressing against yours you can hear his breathing getting heavy.

“Don’t worry about me love.” You repeat his words back to him. “Nothing we can’t handle together.” You place his hand that you were still holding on one of your breasts and grab the bottom of his shirt. As you pull it up, he reluctantly lets go of your warm chest and takes his shirt off throwing it behind him. You are already unbuttoning his pants before he throws his shirt and as you work to pull them down, he grabs your hands.

“Let me do this okay? Can you lay down for me? I want to look at you.” His eyes pleading, his face weary and tired you can’t help but abide by his wishes.

You lay back down on the bed, your legs bent at the knees resting to the side. Your hair is splayed out on the pillow a hand on your chest the other to your side resting with the palm up. Iida doesn’t move for a moment, entranced by the goddess in front of him. It’s only when you say his name on a breath that he remembers what he was supposed to be doing.

He undresses in a flash, quick and efficient his clothing forgotten in a pile next to the bed. Now its your turn to admire your partner. His dark blue eyes, chiseled jaw, and wide breadth of his shoulders. Iida worked hard to maintain his physique for hero work, and it showed in the way his muscles flexed as he moved to hover over you.

You both look at each other for a moment longer before Iida leans down to kiss you slow and deep. His lips melding with yours, his tongue meeting yours in a soft caress. You reach your hands to cup his face, but he grabs your wrists and pins them above you.

When he breaks the kiss, you can’t help but whine, arching your back and lifting your head to meet his lips once more. “Y/N.”

The authority in his tone makes you shiver in delight and submission. You lay back down on the bed, once again resting your head on the pillow as you look at his innocently. “Yes Tenya?”

His eyes darken further, almost black in the light. The hand not holding your wrists softly moves up from your hips to your breast. You sigh in contentment until his large fingers pinch one of your nipples and you yelp.

“Now dearest, I understand that you just woke up however – “He pulls on the nipple and you whimper, your eyes starting to water a sadistic smirk crawling up his face. “– I do believe you know better than to address me like that.”

“S-sorry, Sir. I’ll be good, I promise.”

He waits a moment after your answer then lets go of your nipple, rubbing soothing circles over it with his thumb. “That’s better. Now, I’m gonna handcuff you and you are going to keep your eyes shut understood?”

You nod your head before closing your eyes. “Yes sir, understood.”

You feel him shift on the bed and hear a drawer open before the sound of metal clinking together fills your ears. You fidget in anticipation before a sharp pain blooms on your breast. You cry out when Iida slaps you but keep your eyes shut, not wanting to anger him further.

“I thought you said you would be good for me dear. That also means staying still.” Iida lets go of your wrists locking one of them in the cuff before wrapping the chain on the reinforced hook he installed on the bed. Before he cuffs the other wrist, he softly grabs your chin and tilts your face up.

“Y/N, open your eyes for a moment darling.” When you do your eyes immediately connect with his, no longer dark with lust but softly filled with tender love and concern. “You ready for this? Let me know if you are too tired, we can stop.”

You shake your head and give him a soft smile. “I’m ready Tenya, I need you too.”

“Tell me the safe word.”

“Axel”

He kisses your nose, eyes quickly darkening again. “Good girl.”

Before he can ask you to shut your eyes again you do and lay still. “Thank you, sir.” You feel him shift again and you other hand is cuffed; he pulls on the chain to make sure its secure and double checks that the cuffs aren’t too tight.

When you feel the bed shift you know he crawled off of it. You try to listen, to hear any sound that lets you know what is going to happen next but there is only silence.

All of a sudden you feel to large palms on your thighs, giving them a squeeze before pulling them apart.

“Such a perfect pussy.” Iida lightly drags his nails down your legs, a breathy moan escaping your lips. “Look at you, such a good girl for Sir.” You feel a breath of air, the slick of your arousal on your cunt and thighs going cold.

It’s difficult, holding yourself still but the feeling of his large hands on your body keeps you submissive. His hands on your body, however, do not help with the anticipation. Iida isn’t moving, you can almost feel his eyes on your core but no movement, no dipping of the bed or shifting of his hands.

You whimper, trying to relay your need for touch you finally feel the bed move under his weight. “Are you trying to tell me something dear?”

You almost open your eyes, needing to show him just how bad you need his touch, but you don’t. “Please, sir. Please touch me, I-I need you.”

Silence, and then Iida slaps your pussy. You can’t help but arch your back and yelp, eliciting another slap from your lover for moving.

“I don’t remember this being about you. I vividly recall you saying that we were helping me.” Iida wrenches your legs apart father before shoving his face into your cunt, he licks a broad stripe up from your tight hole to your clit before biting to little nub.

“Ahhh! I’m sorry! I’m sorry sir you’re right!” You can feel the tears escape past your eyelids and Iida huffs before biting the inside of one of your thighs.

“Of course, I’m right now you will lay there and be obedient or I will punish you as I see fit.”

“Yes, sir.”

Iida kisses the mark he left on your thigh and continues kissing and biting until he gets to your core. “Fuck you look so good- “He licks you again, humming as your taste blooms on his tongue. “– taste good too.” He continues his ministrations, alternating between biting your thighs and licking at your sex. You can feel the faint tightening of your core, but he isn’t licking hard enough, not giving you enough attention for the feeling to build.

Iida relishes all the little whimpers and moans that escape your mouth. He can tell you’re getting frustrated with the lack of stimulation but like a good girl you are following his orders. After he has decided you deserve a reward, he slots his mouth over our cunt and starts dipping his tongue in and out of your slit.

The needy moan you let out at finally feeling something has his cock twitching. As you strain against the hand cuffs, resisting the urge to grind against his face Iida wraps his arms around your thighs and pulls you impossibly closer.

You choke out a sob when he moves his mouth up to lick shapes onto your clit and gently suck it. He hums against you and the extra stimulation has you crying.

“Please S-sir, I’m m’gonna cum. Can I please cum?” Your thighs are shaking but you’re too focused on holding your orgasm back to care.

Iida thinks about it for a moment, slowing down his movements just to hear the frustrated cry from your mouth. He backs away from you for a moment, chuckling at your frustration.

“I don’t believe you’ve earned the right to do that yet.” He leans down to give you one last swipe of your tongue before sitting up.

The tears fall in earnest now, your need for release clouding your mind. “N-no, please sir I’m – I’ve been a good girl! Please sir I- “You let out a wail when Iida slaps the inside of your thigh.

“Are you such a needy slut that you can’t even follow orders?” He slaps your other thigh and growls when you don’t answer. He adjusts his position until he is at your side, wrapping an arm around your torso to pinch at one of your nipples before running his whole palm down your aching cunt. “Do you like it when I punish you? Is that it?”

You finally calm down enough to shake your head. “N-no, I don’t like it s-sir.” You are still crying, the tears running down your cheeks and wetting the pillow beneath you.

“I think your lying to me, because every time I hit you.” Iida lifts his hand up and slaps your clit, his fingertips rough from hero work. “You look like you enjoy it slut.”

You can’t help it when you feel the sharp pain on your clit you moan, the feeling slowly fading into pleasure.

“I told you, you like the pain, don’t you? My naughty little pain slut.” He hits your clit again twice in quick succession. “Do you want to be a good girl for me?”

You nod your head, tilting it to the side to rest on his shoulder. “Y-yes, I wanna be a good girl sir.”

He kisses your forehead. “If you can cum just from me slapping your clit then I’ll reward you with my cock yeah?”

“Yes sir!” You force your body to relax, knowing you’re your too tense the pain won’t give way to pleasure.

As Iida repeatedly slaps your clit you can’t help but utter a jumbled mess of words.

Yes sir…. thank you, sir, …. feels s’good…. m’close…please ..... harder ….

When you finally cum you back arches completely off the bed, your mouth open on a silent scream as tears pour down your face.

Iida lays there for a moment, watching as you come undone, he almost finishes right then and there. Before you can catch your breath, he is crawling on top of you and pushing your legs to your chest. He shoves two fingers in your hole scissoring them to open you up before he puts his cock in.

You only have enough energy to moan as he fingers you, your eyes shut from exhaustion instead of obedience.

Iida is intently watching his fingers move in and out of you, clearly you don’t have any control over your body anymore and yet your cunt still pulls his fingers in. When he pulls his fingers out, he shoves them in your mouth, without even a thought your sucking on them to clean them off.

“Good girl.” He lines himself up and thrusts into your cunt, balls deep in one go. No letting you adjust to his size he is now just after his own release.

It doesn’t take long for him to finish; he was already close to coming when he was slapping you. The sounds coming from your mouth and the tears streaming down your face, he will never get tired of it. Right as he is on the edge of cumming he feels your walls start to tighten again, he holds back just long enough so that your orgasm hits and you milk his cock for all its worth.

Iida stays like that for a moment holding your legs and enjoying the post orgasmic bliss until you let out a little whimper. He gently pulls himself out of your abused hole, wincing when he hears a small groan fall from your lips.

After he puts your legs down, he leans over and cups one of your cheeks and kisses your forehead. “You did such a good job my dear, I will be right back to clean you up.” Iida stays there until you give him a nod and gets off the bed without jostling you and heads into the bathroom. When he comes back, he has a warm washcloth and with a light touch he wipes the insides of your thighs and your slick folds.

You still haven’t said anything, but he knows you like the back of his hand and doesn’t push. “Let’s take a shower love, need to clean you up.” Iida takes your cuffs off and rubs your wrists you slowly open your eyes and focus on his face. He smiles down at you and kisses your nose. “I love you dearest.”

“And I you Tenya.”

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crescentsteel · 3 years

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To All the Boys I’ve Loved - The Popular Guy (2)

route: Tooru Oikawa genre: fluff, crack wc: 6k

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Just when you thought your day couldn’t get any worse, there you are, staring dumbfounded at Oikawa.

“What?” you utter, incredulous from what he just said. You must’ve been hearing things from all the chaos this morning has brought you.

“I was asking you out, y/n-chan.”

You couldn’t suppress the grimace that formed on your face. Among all the other guys you sent the letter to, it was him whom you thought would be the least of your problems. You thought that he’d be out of the scenario by default. You didn’t think your letter to him would matter. It would just be another fan letter.

By an ironic turn of events, it was him with you in this empty room, asking if you wanted to date him.

It was preposterous.

You should’ve burned those letters instead of letting them lie around. Now that you think about it, you shouldn’t have even written those letters in the first place. You and your stupid sentiments of ‘starting fresh’ led you to this.

You fix your posture, removing your forehead from resting on his back hand. Despite slouching towards your direction, he’s still towering over you.

“I don’t want to date you, Oikawa-san.”

He backs away slowly with his eyes wide, shocked by your immediate refusal. He must be. He’s the most popular guy in high school. A lot of girls would kill just to be trapped in the same room with him right now as you are. You can already hear the hearts of his fangirls being shattered if they find out that he’s interested to date someone.

“But why?”

He sounds as if something’s wrong with you for rejecting him. Can you blame him though? Other than being perfection personified, you sent him that letter that explicitly told him that you have a huge crush on him.

“I don’t wanna be killed by your hoard of fans. I still want to live.”

He pressed his lips together and put his fist in front of his mouth in an attempt to suppress a laugh, but failed right after as his laughter echoed in the empty classroom.

“Seriously? That’s it?” Amusement still laced on his face.

“What do you mean ‘that’s it’? You don’t even go here, yet you’re immediately surrounded by girls. I don’t want to be caught in all of that. I want an amazing college life without girls going after my throat.” You said a bit too fast which made you catch your breath. You forgot that you sprinted just a while ago to get away from everyone.

Then he smiles at you, his eyes closed in arced slits, that prince-like smile that had everyone fawning after him.

“Y/n-chan.”

“Y-yes?” You stutter, slowly losing the previous resolve you had to stand up against him.

He opens his eyes and looks directly at you. “Do you still like me?”

It should’ve been easy to say no, but you have a gut feeling that he would be able to tell if you were lying. You’re not an excellent liar to begin with.

“Well.. uh. It’s not that I don’t, but errr.” You cower in the middle of your sentence, unable to deny what he asked you. You try to look somewhere else to prevent the fluster that was about to surface on your face

He suddenly puts his hands together like in a prayer, emitting a sharp sound that made you look at him again.

“Yaay! I thought you really declined me back then, y/n-chan. That hurt.” He said with feigned pain on his tone.

“But I just did?” You could’ve been more firm, but you, yourself, sounded uncertain as you find yourself getting mesmerized again by his presence, realizing that it’s him, the one you’ve always looked at from a distance with a dreamy sigh knowing that he’d never look your way.

But you were okay with that! So it wasn’t really a problem.

He suddenly gets his phone from his pocket and looks at it for a short while. “Ah. I have to go now.”

You feel conflicted. You should feel relieved that he’s about to leave and give you the peace you wanted, but also, you still haven’t settled the issue at hand.

“Come on now.” He gets your hand and tugs you along with him to get out of the room. You absent-mindedly follow as you’re distracted with his huge hand covering yours.

Once outside, he faces you. “I’ll be back, okay?”

You summon the all willpower you have in you. “I told you. I don’t want to go” you pause when he faces you, “out… with….” You were rendered speechless from the calculating smirk he gave you, something you haven’t seen him do from all those times you silently watched him.

“Do you honestly think I’d accept that half-assed rejection?”

He lets go of your hands only for his fingers to go up to your chin. “Tell it straight to my face that you don’t like me. Then, I’ll stop.”

You had an inkling that from that night that Oikawa had this persona he wasn’t showing any one. He only showed you a glimpse of it. But right now, he’s revealing not only a glimpse, but a more concrete display of it.

There really is more to him than what he let on to everybody.

In a blink of an eye, he goes back to his pleasant demeanor, slightly pinching your chin before releasing it. “See you again, y/n-chan.”

You watch his back gradually disappear from your sight while you’re completely rooted to the ground.

The buzzer rang, signalling the end of your last subject for the day. You gather your things from your desk and start to head out when you feel your phone vibrate.

‘Miss me, y/n-chan? :P’

You gape at the short message you just received. It was an unknown number, but you have a very good guess to who it is. In fact, it’s not just a guess. You were certain it was Oikawa. You could even hear his voice as you read it.

‘How did you get my number?’

‘Have I told you what a wonderful being your lil sister is? So precious! >_<’

That witch! How much more did she tell Oikawa about you?

“Ugh!”

She has no idea how lucky she was that you moved out. If you were at home, God knows what you might have done to her.

You haven’t replied, but your phone alerted again.

‘I’m waiting at your campus gates, mkay?’

Did your wretched sister tell him about your schedule too? Did she also tell him that you have a scar on your left butt cheek? Cause you wouldn’t be surprised if she did.

Wait. What?!

You look again at what he just said, the thought of him actually being there waiting for you sinking in your head.

You double your pace to reach the gates as soon as you can just to see if he was actually telling the truth.

Like he said, there he was, gracing the area with his presence just by standing there.

Your high school uniform looked great on him. But seeing him in his casual wear is a cultural reset you still haven’t gotten used to because he looked better than he already did before.

Your university didn’t have uniforms, but even so, you could tell he was different from other students. He looked out of place because he stands out.

You weren’t the only one to notice as you can see some students buzzing around about that good-looking guy near the gates.

Your eyes meet when you look at him again. He immediately smiles warmly at you, which made you blush a little. You’re about to approach him when three girls suddenly talked to him. You were not near enough to hear their conversation, but you didn’t have to be. You already know they’re ogling at him.

While he’s distracted with them, you turn around and walk away as quickly as you can.

You scold yourself mentally.

For a moment, you forgot that he was the great Oikawa.

You don’t know why he’s after you, but you don’t want to get caught up with all of that ruckus.

If he won’t take your refusal, you’re just going to have to ignore him. You came to terms with the fact that you’re a bad liar, so you can’t tell him to his face that you don’t like him.

Because you do.

As the days go by, you don’t respond to his texts. You ignore him when he waves at you, despite the other girls fighting for his attention, as he waits for you every other day in the school gates.

He could’ve easily approached you again every time he saw you at campus. He did chase you on his first visit after all.

But you knew what he wanted. He wanted you to be the one to go to him. He’s offering himself on a silver platter and baiting you to come get him yourself.

It was irritating because you were tempted. Every time you saw him smile exclusively at you, your defenses got weaker. Each day you see him waiting is a scene straight from a shoujo manga, and you feel like you’re the dumb heroine.

Finally, on his second week of relentless visits, you gave in. You did your best not to, but you also didn’t think he’d be that persistent.

Since he visited frequently, he unknowingly built a group of followers who’d wait for him as well. Even before he sees you, you march up to him and ignore the few people who are already hogging him.

His face lights up when he spots you coming towards him and waves eagerly at you. Upon being acknowledged by him, the people make way for you until you’re standing right in front of him.

“Y/n-chan!”

You thought he’d immediately understand that you wanted to get out of here, but he just looks at you innocently.

“Let’s go,” you say in almost a whisper before turning around and walking away from the small crowd. “Bye everyone,” you heard him say cheerfully before catching up to you.

You let him follow you until you reach a cafe outside the university.

“I really thought you were going to keep ignoring me,” he said as he stirred the coffee he ordered.

“When were you planning to stop if I did?”

He sips the coffee and answers, “Today.”

You place your elbows on the table as you cover your face with your hands. You made a terrible decision. You should’ve been strong for at least one more day, and that would have been the end of it.

“Can’t believe you actually made me chase you,” he added.

“I didn’t ask you to.”

“I wanted to.”

Even until now, his straightforwardness still surprises you. How does someone say things like that so easily?

It must be the confidence from being such an incredible person

“So, are we dating now?”

You gawk at him. You haven’t even settled down yet from the previous conversation and there he was with another bomb already at hand.

“No! I dragged you here to talk. Why are you so persistent in asking me out? Aren’t you busy?”

“Not really. I quit volleyball.”

Oikawa saw how your expression changed all too quickly when he gave you the news. He was expecting it. He knew the reason you admired him so much was because of the pedestal you put him on. Now that he’s just Oikawa, the model, he wonders how your perception of him would change.

Instead of disappointment, you just stared at him. Your eyes pierced him like you’re prodding whatever’s going on on his head.

“What about university?”

“I won’t attend one.”

That’s when you looked away, with your eyes glazed with soft melancholy from which he couldn’t understand where it came from. It seemed like you figured something out that made you feel bad for him. When you look at him again, you weren’t the flustered mess that you usually were.

“Do you really want to date me, Oikawa-san?”

“I wouldn’t bug you for two weeks for nothing if I didn’t.”

“Then please be real with me, “ your voice suddenly serious. “Why did you quit volleyball?”

He pauses before answering, deciding which answer he’d give you, not that he’s going to lie. It’s just that the subject is lil bit too touchy for him to talk about openly. “Modeling suits me best don’t you think?”

You didn’t say anything but the way your jaw tensed up was very telling. You don’t agree with him. Still you say, “It suits you a lot, Oikawa-san.”

He became utterly confused. You were earnest. You meant every word of what you said, but the expression in your face contradicts them.

“It’s just that you looked incredibly unhappy when you mentioned you quit Volleyball.”

He froze, completely caught off guard by what you just said. He wasn’t even aware that he made such a face.

“I will always support you, Oikawa-san. I guess as a fan myself, I just want to see you genuinely happy with whatever you choose to do. I think that’s what drew me to you in the first place. You looked like you enjoyed yourself in all the things you excelled at.”

The sincerity of every single word you struck him hard. And he wasn’t prepared for it despite being the one who went after you.

He never once doubted that it was you who wrote the letter, but seeing and hearing you say what you just said, it’s as if the letter materialized into a person that is you. It was fascinating how the words in that piece of paper took your form.

“Umm..”

You both look at the sudden interruption. “Oikawa-san? Can we get a photo? It’s my friend’s birthday and…” He didn’t hear the rest of whatever the bitch was babbling about. Internally, he’s pissed. You were talking about something important. Is she fucking blind that they didn’t see he was with you?

When he looks at you, you’re gripping your cup while staring at the lady with discomfort in your eyes. You clear your throat to let her know that you were there presently, but she still didn’t pay you any attention. With a sigh, you look down in defeat.

That’s when he understood why you blatantly rejected him despite the heartfelt letter. You knew these things were going to happen. He previously thought you were overreacting about him and his fans, so he didn’t pay any mind to it. But now he actually saw how it bothered you.

That fueled his irritation even more.

“Sorry. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m on a date with her.” He said with a fake ass smile as to not be completely impolite to a fan.

The lady looks your way. “Oh,” finally seeing that he is indeed with someone. She suddenly bows down to you two. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you were dating someone.” Then walked out of the scene as fast as she could.

Rather than relief, it was worry spread on your face when he looked at you again.

“Why did you do that, Oikawa-san? They might spread bad rumors about you.”

“What could be bad about dating you?”

And there it was, the adorable panic settling on your face with pink tints surfacing on your cheeks. He’s used to people blushing because of him, but yours just hits him differently. You should learn to stop getting flustered so much around him. It eggs him on even more.

“We-We’re not dating!” Your voice almost cracked from how high your pitch was when you spoke.

“Then what’re we doing now?”

Your eyes dart around, looking for an answer to his question. He lets you even though he’s still convinced this is a date.

“We’re just hanging out?” You said uncertainly. “Yes. That’s it!” You nod enthusiastically, proud of yourself for finding a label for this afternoon, other than a ‘date.’

“We’re just hanging out.” You reiterate with a wide smile.

“Okay.” He plants his elbows on the table and weaves his fingers together to form a surface he could rest his chin on. “So there’s no problem with us hanging out often then, y/n-chan?”

You, yourself, looked perplexed on how to answer his question. If you were just hanging out, then it shouldn’t be a problem. If you make a fuss out of it, then it’d be like you’re admitting that this is more than just hanging out.

“I-I guess?”

He couldn’t help the tug in the corner of his lips. You had no idea you’re playing yourself right into his hands.

“Let me know when we can call it ‘dating’, oke?”

You sighed. “I don’t even know why you would even want to date me, Oikawa-san. I really am just a fan.”

No, you weren’t. The fact that you keep insisting you are makes him even more believe otherwise. You’re completely clueless on how different you were from everybody else.

”I like you, y/n-chan. Is that reason not good enough?”

You still haven’t wrapped your head around what just happened between you and Oikawa at that coffee shop. It was too good to be true. You were actually convinced you dreamt the whole thing until you opened your phone when you woke up and saw a text from him.

‘Good morning Y/n-chan <3’

You shouldn’t be getting your hopes up, but how can you not? You’re just a regular girl. It’s hard not to feel anything when someone you really look up to is pining after you. What could he have possibly liked about you?

Maybe he’s getting lonely in life and wanted to start dating so he shuffled his fan letters and drew a lucky girl that could be his girlfriend.

You shook your head.

He’s not that shallow. Despite the sprightly, frivolous personage he has, that’s something he wouldn’t do.

You look at your phone again. Should you reply to this? Does this message require a response or he just wanted to greet you? You groan from your own thoughts. You’ve liked so many boys in high school but never actually went out with one so you have no idea this goes.

In the end, you texted back with a morning greeting even though it’s almost noon.

‘Wanna hang out today?’

You were so foolish when suggested to just hang out instead of date. That was basically the same thing, just a different label, especially to him who kept on asking you out.

Still, it works out for you because you’re not sure if you wanted to date him for real.

If you’d be honest with yourself, you actually want to.

Ever since that conversation you had in the cafe, you found yourself liking him even more. He’s shown you that he’s not the ever perfect guy everyone made him out to be. He also has a shadow behind that radiant light he emits. He’s not as unreachable as you thought.

However, you knew that that line of thinking would do you no good. Even if you knew how he really is as a person, that doesn’t change the fact that he’s an incredibly great individual, and you’re not exactly that excellent to be staying beside someone like him.

Dating him would mean entering his world completely and accepting that you will have to compete with each single admirer vying for him. You’re not ready for that.

And it wasn’t just those You’d also be competing against his career. If he was going to date you, he’d have to actually make time for you. That might affect his success. You don’t want that. You’re satisfied with just cheering for him from afar.

So ‘hanging out’ is okay. He won’t expect things from you and you won’t expect things from him as well.

That means you shouldn’t cancel your plans today just for him, even though it’s not really that important.

‘Sorry, but I told my cousin I’d watch their match today.’

‘Mind if I watch with you?’

You tell yourself it’s just casually hanging out, but you look like an idiot as you smile at your phone while walking towards the gymnasium where your cousin’s volleyball match is taking place.

The match was ongoing when someone stood beside you. You look to see who it was and saw Oikawa wearing glasses and a face mask. Even with half of his face covered, you can still tell that it was him.

“Are you okay, Oikawa-san? Are you feeling sick?”

He waves his hand as a no to your question. ”I didn’t want to be recognized. I don’t want a repeat of the other day.”

You were moved. That was thoughtful of him. That incident made you upset, but you accepted right after that it was just natural since he’s him. He didn’t have to adjust for you, but he did.

You look around to see if the seats were still as unoccupied as they were when you arrived.

“I think you can remove them now. There’s not a lot of people here. There’s even fewer girls. It’d be a shame to cover your face.”

When he removed his mask, he was grinning ear to ear.

“Do you really mean that, y/n-chan? I look that good to you?” He asked frivolously, wanting to fish a compliment from you. But you just brush it off. To you, it wasn’t even a compliment to tell him that he’s a very appealing person. To you, it was an objective truth that you find no shame in announcing.

“Yes. You look that good, Oikawa-san.”

He seems to look extremely pleased, which was weird cause he should already know that. His fans remind him every day. Maybe good-looking people need validation at random times, so you just shrug it off.

“Is your cousin any good?”

“I honestly don’t know. He asked me to be here because he wanted to boast to his teammates that a girl is watching him play.”

“He better play his best then.”

The second set starts and you both watch intently.

Every time your cousin scores, you cheer for him as loud as you can. That's why you’re there after all, to give moral support.

“They need to calm down.” Oikawa suddenly spoke at the 23rd point of the opposing team.

“Who?”

“Your cousin’s team.”

You burrow our eyebrows together at his answer. “They look okay to me. In fact, they’re more aggressive than the first set.”

“That’s the problem. They haven’t been doing anything flashy, but they’re consistent with their attacks and receives earlier in the game. They want that break point, so they’re pushing themselves to do something to get it. At that last rally, the setter should’ve tossed the ball at the back instead of spiking it himself. He got impatient and it resulted in a misplay.”

Oikawa doesn’t hear you respond, so he looks at you.

But you were already looking at him, doe eyes gleaming with the purest form of awe he’s ever seen.

“What?”

A smile that exuded joy spreads across your wonderstruck face.

It made him wonder what it’d be like if it was him playing. What kind of smile would you give him when his team wins?

He mentally scolds himself. That shouldn’t have crossed his mind. He’s content with his increasing success due to modeling. That’s where he belongs. Not at the court, aspiring to stand with naturally gifted players who didn’t have to work as hard as he did.

“Sorry, sorry. You just looked really cool while explaining all that. It reminded me what made me like you so much back in high school.” You giggled.

That was the first laugh you ever graced him with.

He was suddenly conscious of the words he should use for flattery. He hadn’t been exactly honest with his fans when he returned their compliments. He didn’t want to use adjectives such as ‘pretty’ or ‘cute’ because he threw those words like useless garbage whenever it suited him.

He sincerely wants to let you know you looked beautiful just now.

A whistle followed by cheers of the small number of people in the gym causes the both of you to look at the match. It was over. Your cousin’s team lost.

“I’m going to meet him. Are you coming?”

The moment was lost, so he let it go. There will be other times to tell you.

You both go down from the benches and wait for your cousin. When your cousin arrives, instead of greeting you, his eyes travel to Oikawa.

“That was a good game. Next time for sure!” You consoled your cousin even though his eyes kept going back and forth to you and Oikawa.

“Thanks nee-san!”

Your cousin leans to you to whisper something which he could probably guess as something related to him from the way you looked at him after your cousin spoke.

“Ah, yes. That’s him.”

You both turned to him. “Oikawa-san, this is my cousin, Shin. And Shin, well… you already know him.”

“Yes, I saw you play! Your team crushed ours last year. It was awesome!” He said too eagerly.

Is your whole family his fan? Maybe he should meet them all.

“Are you dating nee-san?”

He saw you suddenly got stiff from your cousin’s question. “H-hey! Don’t go around asking stuff like that to people you just met, Shin.”

He raised his eyebrow from how you didn’t deny that you two were dating, even when it was you who said that you weren’t.

“Nope! I asked her to date me but she said we’re only hanging out.” He said all too pleasantly.

Your cousin harshly turned to you and yelled, “Why?! You’ll never get someone as good as him!”

From that moment, Oikawa decided that he likes your cousin. He should definitely meet more of you relatives. Your sister gives out any information about you while your cousin wants you to date him. What a blessing your family truly is.

“That’s none of your business, you high school brat!” You yell back even though there’s a faint shade of pink on your cheeks.

Your cousin ignores you and faces him instead. “Can you please come to our practice, Oikawa-san? Just once. Please.”

“Knock it off, Shin. He’s very busy.”

Although he was indeed about to decline, an idea popped in his head when you spoke. “I’ll go, but she needs to go too, okay?” His answer was directed at Shin, but he was looking at you.

Before asking to go with you this morning, their previous coach texted to meet up with him. He kindly declined. He’d be wasting both their time since he was sure their coach was just going to convince him to continue playing. And he was sure that his answer was no.

But a measly practice with you watching, that he can do. You’ll get to see him play and in return, he might get to see that special smile of yours again.

“Please nee-san!”

“W-wait. I’m not sure about-”

“PLEASE!” Your cousin was literally begging, and he couldn’t help but be delighted on how someone else was doing the work for him.

“Fine! Just get up off your knees. You’re embarrassing me.” You frantically looked around to see if anyone was staring.

“Yes!!” Your cousin laughed maniacally, and if he didn’t worry about his image, he’d join in on the laugh as well.

When the three of you settled down, you bid your goodbyes and left. It was already sunset so he decided you two should eat somewhere before heading home, which of course you refused because you said you didn’t want to impose even though he’s the one who asked.

Regardless, he did manage to convince you. ‘It’s all part of hanging out today’ was how he put it.

It was completely dark out when you got out of the diner because of how slow you ate.

You suddenly bowed. “Thank you for your time! Please stay safe on your way home!”

He wanted to laugh because you’re like one of those staff greeting their customers on their way out. “What’re you talking about? I’m walking you home.”

“Huh? You don’t have to, Oikawa-san!”

He sighs. “I don’t do things because I have an obligation to. I do things, because I want to, mkay?”

You give him a coy smile before nodding.

He asked about you on the way to your dorm. You knew a lot about him, but he knew almost nothing about you. So he used the opportunity to get you to tell him something about yourself. You were worried at first that you were talking too much because he’s quiet most of the time. But he was just listening intently because he wanted to ingest everything you’re saying.

When you got comfortable, your stutters gradually stopped and he found that you’re actually talkative. It helped that you’re looking straight ahead instead of at him as you speak.

A few minutes after, your dorm was in sight. That’s when the question popped back in his head. “How come you never cheered me on in any of our games?” He was wondering earlier but forgot since your cousin came.

“I did! I always watched your games.”

“Like how you cheered for your cousin, I meant.”

You paused before you spoke. “For starters, you already have tons of cheerleaders. My tiny voice was inconsequential.”

“But for someone who considers herself as a fan, you sure were quiet.”

“I don’t think you really needed people cheering for you. I doubt you even hear them when you play. You really lose yourself when you’re on the court. You don’t do it for the fans. You do it because you love it. Maybe that’s why I don't scream cheers for you. I, myself, get so caught up with you the way you play.”

He’s completely astounded by how spot on you were. He reveled in the glory of his popularity, but that was just a bonus he can do well without. How you were able to process all that just from watching from the sidelines, he could never know.

He’s used to the flattery and the worship from his fans, but the way your eyes light when you talk about him. It wasn’t blind adoration. You saw what’s beneath the thin surface of his fame and that’s what you came to like.

“I was also so envious of how you got the same grades that I did. It was infuriating! But also inspiring at the same time. God knows if I tried as hard as you did in any club I joined, my exams would suffer.”

You smiled into the nothingness in front of you, as if you were replaying a scene in your mind.

It didn’t sit well with him. He didn’t like how you were looking so far away. It was like you were chasing after the high school Oikawa, instead of the Oikawa that’s beside you right now. He wanted to do something. He wanted you to look at him, the person you admire so much.

“I wish I could’ve watched you model too. I wonder how you looked like during your photo shoots. I want to know how the gorgeous photos-”

He grabbed your hand and stopped walking. You eyed his hand that was holding yours before meeting his gaze.

Finally. You were looking at him. He wanted to let you know that he wasn’t just a far away image you were going after. He wanted you to acknowledge that he’s presently right there with you.

“Y/n-chan.” He let go of your hand and advanced two steps until he was standing in front of you.

He smiled at you. Being with him all day, you were starting to get used to him. So you smiled back.

“Yes?”

“I really don’t mind this whole hanging out thingy of yours.”

His eyes were intently locked on your face, but it lacked the lightheartedness that was previously just there. The air around him unexpectedly shifted into something threatening right when you were just starting to get comfortable around his presence.

“But won’t you mind kissing someone you’re not dating?”

Warning sirens ring your head, but you can’t move. You know he’s about to do what you think he’s about to do, making your heart pound wildly in your chest. The rational thing to do is to get out of the situation before he actually does it. You wouldn’t be able to handle it.

You clearly know that and yet, you only hold his gaze as his eyes filled with hunger drop to your lips while he inches closer and closer.

Right when his lips are a breath away, he diverts his eyes back to yours.

“You have 3 seconds to say no.”

Great! Now is your time to refuse.

“Three.”

You really should.

“Two.”

You open your mouth to force the two-letter word to come out.

“One.”

“Oikawa-san...” You really should’ve said no. You didn’t even know what you were about to say after uttering his name.

He cupped your cheek and smirked as he said, “That wasn’t a no.”

He crossed that tiny gap between your mouths and in an instant, his lips claimed yours.

You knew how amazing he was in everything he chose to do, and that included the way he kissed you. It was gentle, coaxing you to let go of whatever apprehension you held.

And you did. For the first time, the wrong decision felt right.

You closed your eyes and let yourself get absorbed on how his lips warmed yours in the settling cold of the night. It was soothing, but also left you wanting more.

The palm of your hands traveled to his chest and slowly made their way up to his shoulders. One remained planted on the surface of it while the other went to his nape, yielding to your urge to have more of his warmth as you softly suck his lower lip

His free arm snaked around your waist to pull you closer, just how you wanted him to.

Every single second felt incredible. You never knew a kiss could be so intense but tender at the same time.

Even in your dreams, you haven’t thought of kissing Oikawa. He was far too good for you that imagining such things is utterly absurd. But reality made you feel the contrary with the way he intricately moved his mouth against yours. You felt wanted.

You pull away slightly to grasp for air. He brushed your cheek with his thumb which caused you to raise your gaze to him. He wore a faint smile with genuine fondness dancing in his eyes as he looked at nothing else but your face.

You were starting to believe that he really meant it when he said he likes you.

It made you weak.

“Aheeeeeem~”

You pushed yourself off of him from the sudden intrusion. You harshly turned your neck to see where it came from and found two girls giggling on their way inside the dorms while glancing at you and Oikawa. You’re relieved that they did not recognize him, but that’s only secondary to the embarrassment of getting caught intimate right outside the dormitories not even a month after university has started

Maybe they even saw you making out.

Your cheeks flared up at the thought.

You face his direction and bow exaggeratedly that your body formed a perfect right angle. “Please drink a lot of water and sleep early so you won’t get acne! Thank you for today!”

You wanted to slap yourself until you could see what kind of garbage your brain was made of. You panicked so bad that you spat out the most random thing you could think of just to distract yourself from what just happened.

Without looking at him, you ran off with the worst cringe you’ve had in your entire life.

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naturalselection262 · 3 years

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The next right thing [Levi X grieving reader]

Word count: 2016

warning: sad, angst, fluff

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I've seen dark before, but not like this

This is cold, this is empty, this is numb

We made our way towards the walls on horseback, an eerie silence fell over us all, the sky was clouded a deep depressing gray with rain pouring down heavily. Another failed mission. all those deaths, for what? my entire squad had been whipped out, one of them being my best friend.

If I had just been a little faster I could have saved them. Why me? why did I get to live? It should have been me. things will never be the same again, I hate this

The life I knew is over, the lights are out

Hello, darkness, I'm ready to succumb

I would never see her smile again, hear her laugh, she had been my best friend for as long as I can remember, she was the strong one, she always defended me and what did she get in return? I let her die.

how would I look the parents of my dead squad mates in the eye and tell them their child died because of me? I can't. I don't have it in me

This guilt was tearing my very being apart. I joined the scouts with so much hope and courage, only to get slapped in the face with the harsh reality of it, this is a place where all hope went to die. this was like signing your own death contract.

I follow you around, I always have

But you've gone to a place I cannot find

I looked at all the faces around me, they wore the exact same expression as me, even the more experienced scouts. I noticed captain Levi not to far on my right, he wore his signature stoic look across his features.

I wonder how he held it together so well, somewhere deep down he had to be hurting, after all, he was only human but even after losing his two best friends and his entire squad he still stood strong.

This grief has a gravity, it pulls me down

he must have noticed my staring as he turned, looking straight into my eyes, I made no move to look away, his eyes held so much pain, I could tell, he looked defeated, you both looked at each other with a mutual understanding, silently acknowledging each others pain.

you had only spoken a handful of words to the man but you had tremendous respect for him. you admired him deeply. he was the first to break eye contact as he focused his attention up front. we had now reached the gates.

My gut wrenched in fear, I felt sick to my stomach. we were scoffed at and belittled. If only they knew what it was like. I kept my head down eyes looking forward, blocking out everything around me, everything sounded distant, barley able to make out any words.

But a tiny voice whispers in my mind

You are lost, hope is gone

It didn't last long as my horse came to a halt, a person stood in front "you're Malcom's friend right? (y/n), do you know where he is?" I gave her a blank stare, my throat felt like sandpaper, unable to utter a word.

She furrowed her brows "where is he" she said in a more serious tone. I opened my mouth but no sound came out. images of my squad mates mangled bodies flashed trough my mind again, I couldn't formulate a response as shame and guilt tormented my heart.

by this point she was becoming hysterical "where is he?! weren't you supposed to protect him?!" she cried. I had nothing but his cloak, I handed her it with a heavy heart, unable to look her in the eye

she began yelling profanities at me as I continued on my way. Levi still rode beside me, he had stopped as well and watching the whole scene that had just unfolded. there wasn't anything that could be said to make the situation better but in his mind she didn't have to grieve alone.

he had been watching for a while but he never made a move to talk to her. she wasn't like most people, she usually kept to her self, always around some other girl, like they were attached by the hip, they were polar opposites, this made her more interesting,

it was like she hid in her shadow, no one seemed to notice, but he did.

But you must go on

And do the next right thing

We continued to walk in silence for a few moments until I just couldn't hold it in anymore. "I'm such a coward" I said, barley above a whisper. tears brimming my eyes "I feel so sad it hurts" I whimpered

Levi watched her with deep sorrow, he understood her pain, he also understood that there was nothing he could do to take the pain away. "I know, but you're only human, not a coward" he paused giving her a more steady look "it wasn't your fault" he said softly.

your eyes widened slightly, tears now steaming down your blood stained cheeks. "I could have saved them" she said. "you tried, their deaths weren't on you but you can give them meaning, their memories lay within you, carry the torch"

I was speechless, his words really stuck with my heart, I gave him a grim nod. riding in silence again for the rest of the journey.

Can there be a day beyond this night?

I don't know anymore what is true

I dismounted my horse wincing slightly as my joints ached. I trudged towards the stables, petting my horses main softly, removing the saddle from her back. I left her some food and water before making my exit

I didn't get far as I bumped into toned chest, almost knocking me off my feet. I looked up to see the corporal looking down at me, I gave him a tired salute, all my energy drained from my body "sorry sir"

he waved me off. "just call me Levi" it brought the smallest hint of a smile to my face. "just call me (y/n) then, not cadet" he gave a soft smile in return. he turned on his heel as I followed not far behind

I can't find my direction, I'm all alone

The only star that guided me was you

"do you mind if I stay with you for a while? I just don't want to be alone right now" I don't know what came over me, I was never one to be so straight forward, we hardly spoke but I felt safe around him "I could help you with paper work, or clean, I just don't want to think about things right now" I sighed, looking down at my boots.

"of course" he said as we continued to walk. "and you don't have to do any chores, we've done enough today" he continued still walking

my mind wandered back towards my best friend, the last words she ever said were 'help me' I felt another pang of pain in my chest, my bottom lip trembling. this isn't how it was supposed to be.

How to rise from the floor?

But it's not you I'm rising for

Levi held the door open for you, upon entering you were impressed with how clean and tidy it was, you heard the door click behind you, Levi disappeared into his bedroom, giving you some time to wander around.

His desk was well organized, papers and pencils aliened perfectly, you couldn't fight the urge to turn them squint, smirking as you did so.

"fix that"

you shrieked, turning round to punch the corporal right in the chest out of reflex. he stood there unfazed. you paled "o-oh I'm sorry sir I didn-" he cut me off "Levi" he corrected "right, yeah.. Levi" you blushed ever so slightly. you noticed he'd changed out of his straps and blood stained clothes.

he looked good, better than that. you didn't let your mind linger for long as he passed you some folded up clothes "go get changed into them, once you've fixed my pens" he said in his usual monotone voice.

you scoffed, giving him a defiant look, leaving the pens a mess, you swiftly shut the door behind you. he stood there looking at the closed door for a moment with amusement in his eyes.

Just do the next right thing

Take a step, step again

It is all that I can to do

His room was absolutely spotless and I mean spotless, his bed sheets didn't have a single crease. his room smelled like mint and tea, it was relaxing. you unfolded the clothes he had given you in your hands, a t-shirt and sweat pants, not bad.

I removed my straps then my bloody ragged clothes, relieve washing over me as I headed into his bathroom to take a shower. washing away todays trauma

But break it down to this next breath, this next step

This next choice is one that I can make

you stepped out into his office with your hair damp and disheveled. he looked up at you from his desk chair and had to do a double take. his clothes hugged your figure perfectly.

you walked over and sat in the chair across from his desk. why was he doing this? why was he being so kind? I didn't deserve this. I should at least try comfort him as well

"are you okay? .. after everything today?" I asked softly, playing with the hem of his shirt. "no, we all lost someone dear to us, and I know you have today as well, I'm sorry" he said his voiced laced with sadness.

I looked down into my lap, tears brimming my eyes yet again. "how am I supposed to carry on without her? she's all I had" you whimpered, attempting to wipe the tears away from your eyes. Levi was by your side in an instant, he extended his hand out to yours which you accepted. standing up to face him.

you were the only person in the survey core whom was shorter than the captain. you gazed up into his eyes as he heled your small trembling hands in his.

So I'll walk through this night

Stumbling blindly toward the light

"You're not alone. you'll always have someone" he mumbled into your hair, pulling you close to his chest. "who?" you asked in a shaky voice, clutching his shirt.

he pulled away placing his pointer finger under your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes.

"me"

And do the next right thing

And, with it done, what comes then?

you felt your heart swell with a new found hippieness. your eyes darted from his lips then back to his eyes. he smirked, wrapping his arms around your waist, he crashed his lips onto yours, you melted into it instantly, wrapping your arms around his neck

you both battled for dominance but you eventually gave in, letting him win, he pushed his hand up the back of your shirt, softly scratching his nails across your back, earning a shiver and a soft gasp of surprise.

you broke apart as he wore a smug smile while you blushed profusely. he kissed you one more time on the forehead as he turned around, your hand still in his, he led you both into his bed.

When it's clear that everything will never be the same again

Then I'll make the choice to hear that voice

You laid with your back pressed comfortably against his chest. his hand laced with yours. "Levi, don't leave me" I whispered. "I'm not going anywhere.. promise you'll never leave me" he said, his voice low as he buried his face into your soft hair.

"I wont" you smiled, bringing his hand up to kiss it reassuringly. he pulled you closer into his chest, "I'll make sure you don't" he mumbled into your hair. you smiled once again. feeling nothing but love and safety, it wasn't long before you drifted off into a soft slumber in the warmth of Levi's embrace.

maybe you could be each others salvation. he would protect you no matter what. is this what love feels like?"

And do the next right thing.

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this is a song from frozen 2 but it just hits different when you're high, oops, hahaha. anyway, i hope you enjoyed!

#levi akerman #attack on titan #levi #aot x reader #levi aot #captain levi #aot #levi fanfiction

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xmalereader · 4 years

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Thomas Shelby X FTM ! Reader

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I hope no one gets offend by this if I didn’t write this correctly, it’s my first time writing FTM so bare with me, also 1920’s was a rough time for same sex couples so do your research before you attack me :)

Requested; hey! hope you're well!! could i request a Tommy x m reader where r is ftm and is feeling Not Good Enough™ and Mr T Fooken Shelby makes him feel better? I'm aware that's vague as fuck and i am so sorry! :) ☀️✨

Warnings; fluff, reader struggling withchange, Thomas being a softy for his boi, cuddling, Shelby family being supportive, Tommy loving his boi, gonna use a random girl name for awhile!!

@chicken-poncho

He’s finally done it.

No more dresses, no more long hair, no more with having to deal with being someone he is not! Today was the day that he came clean and would confront his boyfriend of one year that he was a changed man and that this is who he truly is.

He stares at hismelf in the mirror, taking in the details of his new haircut and clothes. He can’t help but smile at himself, this was the right thing and it felt right...but would tommy approve? He’s heard of all the rumors about this sort of stuff and how they are casted out and treated like they were mental. His sudden happiness faded away into anxiety as his body shook in fear, was he really ready for this?

His anxiety spikes up once he hears the sound of the front door slamming shut, telling him that tommy was home. He gives hismelf one last look in the mirror before placing his own cap on and heading out to greet his own boyfriend.

He makes his way down the stairs in silence as he hears Thomas enter his office, he drapes his coat over a chair and grabs a glass cup, pouring hismelf a drink as he sighs tiredly. All he wanted to do right now was have a smoke and then sleep away his troubles, hoping that the next day would be less troubling.

As he hears his office door squeak open he can’t help but think that it’s Emma entering his office. “Sorry that I’m late darling, I know that I—“ he turns around to face the stranger that stood inside his office.

Thomas rasies a brow at the strange man that stood in front of him and in silence, he sets his drink down and slowly approaches him. Studying the man closely as realization hits him. “Emma?”

The other flinches from the name, the name that was given to him by birth. A name that he truly hated. “Not anymore...” he can only whisper out as he avoids Tommy’s eyes, waiting for the other to blow up on him or to kick him out, maybe call him disgusting or send him away to a a doctor—!

“Then what should I call you.”

His eyes widen at the sound of Tommy’s soft voice, his head snaps up to see Thomas staring down at him. He didn’t show any signs of anger or disgusted, he couldn’t tell what he was feeling so he swallows his anxiety and responds back. “Y/n.”

Tommy reaches up to remove the cap, slowly lowering it down as he takes in y/n’s new cut. Chucking he ran his fingers through his new cut. “Did the maid cut it, she seems to have missed a spot.” Y/n is surprised by Tommy’s words. “What?”

Thomas sets the cap down. “Whoever cut your hair missed a few spots, you’ll need to fix that in order to look like a man.” Y/n stares in shock, “Thomas aren’t you—“

“Upset?” Tommy finishes for him as the other nods slowly.

“Why would I be, besides I always knew that you weren’t comfortable in those dresses. They never did suit you.” He chuckled out. Tommy didn’t need an explanation about this, he already knew all along he was an observant man and can read anyone like an open book. He once caught y/n trying on his clothes and noticed how comfortable he looked in them and how happy he was, that’s when he put two and two together and figured out everything. He didn’t need to confront y/n since he wanted him to speak up about it first when the time was right.

“You knew?”

“You’re an open book, love.” With that he leans down to steal a kiss from him, causing the other to blush.

“Now, I’ve been very busy and I’m very tired so why don’t we go upstairs into our bedroom and get some rest, yeah?” Tommy grins as he downs his drink and walks back over to y/n, wrapping an arm around him as the two head to their bedroom.

Y/n’s lip twitch up into a smile as he follows Thomas to their bedroom. After a year of being together he never expected Thomas to be so accepting towards him, always thinking that he felt uncorktable around him when really he just loved him a lot more.

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“Alright everyone, family meeting!”

Tommy was shouting around the betting shop as he rounds up his family members, making sure that he has everyone in the family room before closing the double doors that lead them to the shop. He makes sure to count everyone up, knowing that everyone was here and waiting for him to speak.

“Alright—“

“Wait, where’s Emma? She’s part of this family too you know.” Said Polly as she lights up a cigar and raises a brow. “Don’t tell me that you left her for another women, she was a nice girl you know.” Tommy sighs, lowering his head as he shakes it. “Emma is—“ he didn’t know how to explain to the family. So, to put it all to rest. “She’s dead.”

“Bloody hell, tommy.” He hears John say as the rest of the family are shocked by the news. “Actually she was never really born.” He adds, only getting confused looks from the others. “Tommy what’s going on?” Said Ada, growing stressed and worried.

Tommy stands up straight and clears his throat. “Y/n, get in here.” He calls out as a pair of tapping shoes are heard from coming down the stairs. Y/n steps out to face the Shelby family, keeping his head down as he grew anxious and nervous.

“Emma?” Said Ada as she is able to see y/n’s face clearly.

“No Ada,” Said tommy as y/n approaches him and stands next to him, avoiding everyone’s eyes as he tries to concentrate on his shoes or on the floor, just something to keep him distracted.

“That women that you all knew was never born and instead grew up as a man, someone who we all dearly love and know so from today on, you will address him as Y/n.” Said tommy as he eyes everyone, Polly was the only one to be able to put the puzzle pieces together, she knew that tommy wasn’t very good at explaining this sort of stuff to others which means that she must be the only one that understood.

As the room grew silent, Y/n’s anxiety can only spike up. He hears the sound of a chair scraping against the hardwood floors and the sound of tapping shoes, his eyes slowly widen in fear as the person gets closer. He notices the high heeled shoes and quickly recorgnizes them as Pollys.

He flinches when he feels her fingers graze against his cheek as they trial down to his chin, lifting his head up slowly as he looks into Polly’s eyes. Polly slowly smiles at y/n. “Welcome to the Shelby family.” She says softly, using her thumb to wipe away y/n’s tears that were slowly trailing down his cheeks.

Tommy smiles at Polly as she pulls y/n into a hug, whispering soft words into his ear as she tries to calm him down. “Now, now, dear. No need to panic, we all support your decision and we promise to keep a close on you, we don’t want anyone else to notice, now do we?” She says the last part out loud as the rest of the family agrees. “People like you can easily get hurt but your now a part of the Shelby family so your safe with us.” She places a kiss on his forehead.

Y/n chuckles lightly at her humor. “Thank you, Pol.”

“Oh! He sounds handsome too.” She says, earning another laugh from him.

Y/n blushes, not noticing the others approaching as they pull him into hugs. He would get his hair ruffled by Arthur and John while Finn could only stare and blush at Tommy’s boyfriend, suddenly acting nervous around him while Polly and Ada started throwing him complimates and teasing him as they flirted as well.

Tommy watches his family closely, leaning against the wall as he watches Y/n being showered in affection and support from one of the most dangerous families of all. He can’t help but let one of his rare smiles slip as he continues watching his lover getting the suppprt and love that he deserves.

He pushes himself off the wall and walks over to wrap his arms around y/n and pull him into a hug. “Alright, no more affection form you guys, that’s suppose to be my job.” He says as he shoos away his family members who laugh in return. Y/n giggles as he fixes his hair and turns to face Thomas. “Thank you, for everything.” He tells hims. “You’re welcome, for everything.” He says back and leans down to kiss his boyfriend.

Y/n kisses back and smiles against his lips, he hears the others whistle causing him to blush in embarrassment.

“Right that’s enough.” Tommy shouts at his brothers as they laugh and tease the couple. “Back to work now.” He adds as the brothers groan and head back into the betting shop.

“You better not fuck under this roof, you have your own house for that.” Said Ada as she passes by them, a grin on her face while Tommy glares in return.

Y/n shakes his head. “No promises.” He gives her a smirk in return, feeling Tommy’s arms tighten around his torso. “Just like he said, no promise so will be starting now.” And with that he drags y/n upstairs and into the spare bedroom, making sure to lock the doors not wanting to get interrupted by anyone.

#thomas shelby x male reader #male reader #thomas shelby #peaky blinders #thomas shelby x ftm reader #ftm reader #cillian murphy x male reader #cillian murphy

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ironmansuuucks · 4 years

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Like Father Like Daughter

Dewey Finn x Stark!Daughter Reader - Part 1

OK hai. so this is a crossover if you couldn't already tell lmao. Tony Stark Daughter reader x Dewey Finn. if you ain’t a fan of marvel then you don’t need to think of it as that and vice versa. this ended up very long winded lmao I apologise but I got carried away hehe. It’s a fluffy, kinda smutty, kinda angsty lil part one about the reader finding a connection in someone knew that she never expected!

I imagine them both to be around like 24/26 age wise maybe? I am also most likely going to be doing a part 2 that involves more of Tony hehe, hope you enjoy my lovelies!!

words - 4400 (lmao i’m so sorry)

warnings - fluff, slight smut, slight angst, drinking

also, this absolutely amazing mood board was created by the one and only @thewolfisapartofmysoul thank you so much for this little masterpiece it ties everything together amazingly xxx

“listen, my night is going to go the same as they always do: I’ll hook up with some guy, we’ll go back to mine, he’ll wake up and realise who I am, then my dad will see him leave, me and him will fight and then I’ll grab a cheese burger from burger king and then sleep off my hangover” you explained as you applied the final layer of mascara, talking to your best friend as you got ready to go out, yet again. your friend giggled “god y/n, you’re so like your dad when he was younger”. You rolled your eyes. Being the daughter of the famous genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist Tony Stark had its troubles. You were sick of the famous lifestyle, constantly being followed around, the lack of freedom and the fake friends was taking it’s toll on you. Not to mention your dad constantly being on your back. Yeah you got on with him great, most of the time, but there was a gap that no one was able to fix. When your mom died when you were 11, you began to change. Tony tried his best but you missed her.

So you started to act out. Going out all the time, getting drunk, getting laid then getting up to do it again the next day, never really making any real connections. Some would say you were your dads daughter, and they weren’t wrong. you could hold your drink, you went to university to study mechanics (not that you didn’t know how to do it all anyway), you were witty, and some would argue sometimes a bit arrogant – but only those who crossed you would argue arrogant. But no one knew the real you. Most just assumed you were the same as your father when he was your age; arrogant, rich and a shitty person. No one wanted to know the real you, and those who did, only did because of who your dad was.

So here you were, getting ready to go out for the fourth time this week, wearing tight black, high waisted jeans, a lacy bodysuit, black denim jacket and a pair of tatty old black converse. Your ACDC t-shirt was laying on your bed ready for when you came home too drunk, probably going to get thrown on the floor as you pushed some random guy down on to the sheets. You and your friend snuck out of your room at 9:15, trying to avoid your dad so you wouldn’t argue, stealing a bottle of his Jack Daniels off of the shelf in the kitchen as you both ran out of the apartment.

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“another double please good sir” you shouted at the barman over the painfully loud music at the bar, whom you had been flirting with. He was cute. Probably hung like a horse. Your friend had fucked off with some other guy around 35 minutes ago so you stayed at the bar and drank to your hearts content, hoping the barman would be tonight’s victim. You clinked glasses with the barman, upon looking at his name tag you realised his name was jack, “cheers jack” you said as you both downed a double rum and coke. You giggled once you had finished your drink, licking the corner of your top lip with bedroom eyes painted on your face. Jack smiled back, then his eyes squinted and a wave of realisation brushed his face “wait.. aren’t you the daughter of Tony Stark?” he smirked. Your face dropped. “why you gotta ruin it jack” you said as you got up to walk away and find someone new, leaving a 50 dollar bill on the table for the barman to pick up.

Huffing, you began to walk to the other bar across the room, but suddenly someone bumped into you and all you could feel was the freezing cold liquid from his glass trickle all down your tits and chest. “what the fuck” you exclaimed, flailing your hands at your side. The boy looked directly at your tits when he realised what he had done, his eyes growing wide, then up at your face, then back down. “hooollyy fuck, oh my god I’m so sorry” he exclaimed, looking back up at your face. You examined his features, curly, dark hair, little bit of scruff on his face, ACDC t-shirt on, similar to the one laying on your bed currently, and cute as fuck brown eyes. “uh, come on I gotta get you some tissues”. He grabbed your wrist and headed back towards the bar.

You followed him drunkenly, swaying slightly and bumping into him. He grabbed a few tissues from the holder at the bar and went to start wiping away the Bacardi on your chest but he stopped when he realised where he was about to touch. You looked up at him knowingly and nodded, smirking. He smiled back, snickering slightly. He dabbed the area where your chest was exposed, and tried to keep his composure. You continued to smirk and put one hand on your hip, looking down at him brushing over your exposed top tit, thinking about how he is probably freaking out inside. “sick t-shirt” you told him, looking at his top then up to his eyes. “uhh, thanks” he said still dabbing your chest. You laughed “alright dude I think it’s all gone”. He removed his hand quickly, “oh yeah.. sorry. Yeah no my t-shirt was actually from their tour last year” he smiled looking down at it then back up at you. A dopey smile painted on his face. You got excited “oh my god no way! I was at that concert!” He matched your excitement “oh no way man that’s sick! The one where Brian Johnson brought that girl on stage and she flashed her tits?”. Once he said that you were instantly taken back to that concert. That girl he was on about was you. You and your dad had fallen out because you both got far too drunk at that concert so you went down to the crowd and done what you did to piss him off. It was fair to say he didn’t talk to you for a month straight. You laughed “oh my god that girl was me!”. His eyes grew wide again “no way that’s amazing” he laughed with you. “yeah I was far too drunk and was trying to piss off my dad. I’m y/n by the way.” You shouted over the loud music. “Dewey” he replied close to your ear so you could hear him. “and if I had a daughter who’d done that, she’s never see the light of day again” he joked.

Dewey. Dewey, Dewey, Dewey. This guy seemed pretty cool. “Hey Dewey, I think I owe you a drink” you said turning towards the bar and leaning over it, sticking your ass out ever so slightly, and Dewey had noticed the gesture, raising his eyebrow, admiring, but pretended he didn’t. He joined you at the bar and put his hand up to get the attention of the barman “I’m pretty sure this is supposed to go the other way around”. You laughed, “trust me I don’t mind. I’ve got more money than sense- Hey jack two double Bacardi please, just add it to my tab”. Dewey laughed “well as long as you’re sure”. You looked at him and grinned “more than sure. So uh, where are your friends?” you pondered, wondering why he was alone. Dewey looked down and tried to keep smiling. “ah you know guys, they are all out to pick up girls and get laid so they left to go to a club just before I bumped into you”. He looked up at the barman then down at you again. you rested your chin on your hand “so why didn’t you go with them?” a puzzled look on your face. Dewey looked down again. “I mean, well, I don’t wanna sound corny but I come out for the music, and to have a good time – not just to pick up chicks, and get laid”. You smiled at him, how sweet. “and besides, this bar plays sick music and its cheap.. and well, its got cool people like you in it”.

You grinned and elbowed him playfully “aw you, you’re cute”. A blush appeared on Dewey’s face as he looked up then at you. You also came to this bar because of the music. It was relatively small so not many people ever really noticed who you were. But they played ACDC, Aerosmith, Black Sabbath, Queen.. the list was endless and all your favourites. “not a lot of other people I know like this bar because if the music, but I freaking love it” you said handing him his freshly made drink, and clinking it with him. “bottoms up” Dewey said and you replied “bottoms up good sir”. As you held the glass up to your mouth your eyes moved to the door where you seen your friend leaving with some guy on her arm. Rolling your eyes you necked back the double Bacardi.

“well, seeing as both of our friends have abandoned us, do you fancy getting drunk and having a laugh with me Dewey?” you questioned him as he slammed the cup back on the bar from downing the strong beverage. He looked over and you “sounds like a damn good plan to me y/n”. You smirked. “we are gonna have so much fun”.

* * * *

The amount of alcohol you had consumed between one another was sinful by the time the bar closed. Shot after shot, double after double. You had probably drank the place dry of Bacardi and Tequila. The music was the best they had ever played and you both danced and jumped the night away. What was going on? Normally you were grinding up against some guy trying to get him to go home with you, not that it took much, but tonight you actually had the time of your life. Between belting out the lyrics to Don’t Stop Believing, to trying to do all of the parts of Bohemian Rhapsody had you on some high you had never felt. Dewey wasn’t like any other guy you normally kicked around with but boy were you glad that he spilled his drink on you. You had shared one kiss with him the whole time you were there and it was after the song Sweet Child O’ Mine. you had looked up at the drunken face singing the last lyric and just felt an urge to jump forward and kiss it. Dewey was shocked, but pleasantly surprised. It was a soft kiss, the kind where his top lip rested below yours. He simply rested his hands on your waist for a second before pulling away because the beginning of Summer of 69 began to play. You laughed at him. He was so different from the other jerks you would pick up. They would grab your ass and stick their tongues down your throat; but not Dewey. He was different.

Dewey pulled you away from the closing bar as well as he could as you argued with the bouncer about leaving. “and y-you listen to me.. it’s o-only 3:30 it’s so EEARRLLY” you shouted at them as they kicked everyone out, not there were many left. Dewey laughed drunkenly at you as he pulled you down the street “yeah you tell em”. You kept a hold of Dewey’s hand as you cuddled into him slightly, trying to beat the cold, walking the streets to anywhere. Neither of you secretly wanted to leave one another. “here, do you want my jacket?” Dewey slightly slurred,. “nah ma man I’m good I’ve got my own” you smirked looking up at him with punch-drunk eyes. Dewey looked down at you and smiled then he slammed his eyes shut and used his hands to play an air guitar, making noises to sound like the guitar at the start of Highway to Hell. as soon as you realised what he was doing, you also smashed your eyes closed and moved your head back and forth “living easy.. living free” you started. Unconsciously you started walking in the direction back to your dads apartment at the Stark Tower as you both continued belting out rock classics to one another, singing the guitar riff to see if the other one could guess the song.

“oh you know I know that ones Hotel California by the Eagles” Dewey exclaimed as you reached the front doors of Stark Tower. Dewey hadn’t even clocked where he was because he was too drunk and preoccupied by you, but he knew that this must be your apartment building by the way you began to walk towards the door. In Dewey’s mind this meant goodbye. This was what always happened. He would walk a girl home, give her his number then never hear from her again. he was nervous about the rejection. You stopped once you realised that Dewey had stopped and wasn’t following you. You looked around at him “what are you waiting for? A cold?” you joked. Dewey’s eyes opened wide “wait what? You want me to come in with you?” he said dumbfound. You scoffed “obviously. You wouldn’t believe the alcohol collection my dad has up there.. speaking of, my dad will probably be in the apartment but he’s probably passed out in his workshop so wouldn’t even hear a bomb going off in the kitchen so don’t worry about him”. Dewey felt a blush creeping on to his face, no one had ever invited him up like this before. It made him feel like he was someone important, or interesting.

You both pretended to act sober walking past the receptionist, not that she would say anything anyway, she knew exactly who you were and what you were up to. You playfully pushed Dewey into the empty elevator and pressed the button to the penthouse. Out of habit, you pulled Dewey by his t-shirt flush against you and started to kiss him. Dewey chuckled into the kiss, closing his eyes, not being able to believe what was going on. He put his arms around your waist as you slung yours over his shoulders. “hey.. do you.. have.. any.. coffee?” he questioned between kisses. You pulled away from him and looked up at him confused. “of course I do why?” you smiled. “because I could murder a cup right now” you giggled at him. “of course I do”. You LOVED coffee. It was your favourite beverage, next to Jack Daniels of course; your daddy’s daughter alright. Having coffee after a night out was always one of your favourite things to drink, you swore it made the hangover slightly easier. However all the guys you usually brought home went straight to the vodka to get more drunk. This guy was so fresh, and new, and more like yourself than you could have imagined.

When the elevator door dinged open you and Dewey came out laughing about something stupid. Suddenly JARVIS started to talk to you. “uh, miss Stark, you know Mr Stark doesn’t approve of you bringing strays home every-“ you heard the AI start “oh shut up Jarvis, where is he anyway” you moaned back at it. “your father is downstairs in the workshop asleep” you silently cheered “yes. Thank you JARVIS, bye”. You turned round to look at Dewey who was in shock, eyes wide and mouth gaped open. “what.. the hell.. was that?” he asked laughing. You giggled at his reaction “ah don’t worry about JARVIS, he’s kinda just like the intercom system”. “I can still hear you miss. I’m actually a lot smarter than-“ “goodnight JARVIS” you cooed at the AI before he would drone on. You headed over to the kitchen. Dewey followed you and looked around, in complete awe. “your folks must be super rich y/n, what the hell” you chuckled “yeah, you could say that”.

As you went to turn on the coffee machine, Dewey’s eyes caught the wall in the back of the living room that was full of classic, expensive guitars. He began to walk over to them “woow no fucking way! Where the hell did you get these bad boys?” he exclaimed, admiring the Gibson Les Paul “Black Beauty” 1956, that was at least $30000. You turned on the coffee machine and walked over to stand beside him, folding your arms. “yeah, it’s a hobby me and my dad share. We are obsessed.” You walked down the wall a little more picking up the 1968 Fender Strat. You sat on the edge of the couch and started to pick at the strings. “this. this is our prize possession. The 1968 Fender Strat, previously owned by Jimmy Hendrix.” Dewey’s face lit up in disbelief. You continued to look down at the strings “yeah my dad paid.. what was it now? 2.3 mil I think it was? Maybe 2.4? I can’t remember exactly but it’s somewhere around that figure.” Dewey was dumbfounded for the second time in 15 minutes. “by mil, you mean million right?” you nodded. “who the fuck is your dad” Dewey laughed. You looked down then to the side then at him “aw it doesn’t matter.. why don’t you hold this, have a wee play and I’ll go sort out the coffee? What do you take?” you questioned, handing him the guitar. Dewey’s eyes lit up when you handed him the instrument. Excitement bubbling in him. “uhh… I’ll just take it black the now” he replied. You smiled to yourself walking back to the kitchen. You also took you coffee black after a night out.

Before fixing the coffee you went and got changed. Walking into your bedroom you were glad that you had laid out your ACDC t-shirt before leaving, actually putting it on before getting in the bed for the first time in a long time. You had just decided to wear the t-shirt and a pair of panties seeing that the t-shirt just covered your ass, and a pair of your dads black sport socks as they were the comfiest. you tied your hair up in a loose, messy ponytail and went back to pour the coffees. You could hear Dewey playing the guitar from the kitchen and the sounds soothed you. There was nothing you loved more. You could tell from the sound that he had picked up the acoustic guitar. “oooh the Gibson Hummingbird, nice choice” you complimented as you walked towards Dewey with two mugs in your hand. “yeah It’s one of my.. favourites” he looked up to see you in just the ACDC t-shirt, the exact same one he had on. It was long, but he could still make out your figure, and the shape of your breasts from the way it was sitting. And it sat high, very high on your legs, at the top of your thighs. It was hot. Dewey tried not to stare but it was hard when you looked that beautiful. “nice t-shirt” he decided to say as he put the guitar back on the wall. you blushed slightly “thanks. You know, normally people just walk past the guitars without giving them a thought.” Dewey came and sat on the opposite end of the couch from you “are you kidding? Those guitars are probably the coolest thing I’ve ever seen. Guitars and music is my life. I actually run my own music business for kids, sort of like an after school thing actually” he said proudly. “oh my god that’s amazing, I love that” you returned excitedly. Dewey looked down at his mug, blushing “yeah the kids enjoy it, I mean so do I. the little rascals”. You smiled at him.

Dewey looked up at you. “you know, I’ve never met anyone like you before”. You smirked “I’m just one of a kind baby” you joked. Baby. Dewey felt a little heat in his stomach when he heard you say that, even though it was in jest. “nah you’re the same dude, your so different from anyone I’ve ever met. You’re so down to earth, and genuine.. and we have so much in common like I’ve never met anyone else who nerds out over guitars like me and my dad before” you smiled. “your dad sounds like a cool guy, I’d like to meet him one day”. You chuckled and looked down “yeah don’t they all”. “what?” Dewey questioned, not really hearing you. “nothing” you said, smiling and looking up at him. The warm glow from the lights really made his face look soft, and inviting. You put your coffee on the table and scooted over next to him, taking the mug off of him and placing it on the table. Dewey furrowed his eyebrows, not really sure what to do, or what was going to happen next.

You put your hands up to his face, rubbing your thumbs up and down. “you’re really different, and I really like it”. Dewey blushed from your words. You leant into kiss him softly, his top lip below yours. Dewey kissed you back. This was like no kiss either of you had experienced. It was warm, and soft, not aggressive and needy. You felt butterflies in your stomach, which was something you hadn’t experienced in a long time. You had kissed a lot of guys and felt a lot of things, but nothing ever like this. Dewey moved his hands to your waist and pulled you on to his lap, your legs straddling his middle. He then moved his hands down and on to your thighs. Those thighs. He had been thinking about them from the moment he seen you walk in with the mugs of coffee. You moaned slightly at his touch, his rough fingers, calloused from playing guitar you imagined. That moan made Dewey feel weak. He moved his hands up your body, towards your under boob and just rubbed the skin over your t-shirt there. The kiss became a little bit more heated as your hands began to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. Grinding on his lap ever so slightly, you could feel the bulge growing in his jeans, but you had to retreat back to your room if this was to go any further. You couldn’t risk your dad walking in.

You got up off of his lap and grabbed his hand, pulling him off of the couch. When Dewey got up, his body met yours in another kiss. Kissing him back you began to walk backwards towards the staircase to your room. “come on, we’ll head up to my room yeah?” Dewey nodded, leaning in to kiss you again. you chuckled and kissed him quickly pulling him towards the stairs.

Upon reaching your room, you kicked the door open with the back of your foot, still making out with Dewey when you approached the door. “JARVIS.. close.. the.. blinds” you said between kisses. “of course ma’am” the AI replied. Dewey pulled away for a second, admiring your room. Band posters all over the wall, the huge floor-to-ceiling long windows at the side, all of the tech and tools lying around. “wow this is crazy” Dewey proclaimed. You chuckled and rolled your eyes “yeah I know, sorry it’s a mess” you laughed. Dewey pulled you by your t-shirt flush against him “you are so damn smart and sexy you know that” you smirked, blushing slightly. “I know” you winked. “JARVIS, main light off, mood light on”. Suddenly the brightness of the room faded and a red glow appeared, bringing a lustful ambience to the room. you kissed one another again, needy. You began to unbutton Dewey’s jeans and pulled them down, he kicked them off as you walked backwards towards the bed. You pushed Dewey down on to the bed and he sat on the edge. You were about to join him before you suddenly got a bit self-conscious. Normally you had some sort of sexy lingerie on, some sort of lacy bodysuit thing, or at least a sexy matching bra and thong to give you a bit more confidence. But you had been so preoccupied with getting to know Dewey that you had completely forgot. Would he think you were ugly? Wouldn’t want to be around you anymore? You felt hot suddenly. Were you not good enough? “I uh.. I don’t have any kinda like, you know, sexy lingerie or anything on.. not even a lacy bra like.. I’ll go change if you want.. like I don’t mind-“. Dewey’s eyebrows furrowed and you got worried for a second before he replied “oh my god are you kidding me?” He pulled you on to his lap by grabbing a hold of your ACDC top. “you don’t need anything like that to look sexy.” He looked up at you. You blushed and put your arms around his neck. “why on earth would you think that? I think that when you walked in the room with just that ACDC t-shirt on and those socks was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen”. You giggled. “you don’t need all that stuff to look beautiful” he looked up at you as if you were the most beautiful thing in the world. It was enough to bring a tear to a glass eye. “and if this isn’t what you want? If you want me to just lie here, tickle your back, stroke your hair, cuddle you or even if you want to just sit and talk all night.. I would be more than happy to do any of that with you”. You began to tear up. No one had ever treated you like this before.

You kissed him again. “you are far too good for me Dewey Finn. How on earth did I find you?” he smiled “I’m one of a kind baby” he winked, repeating your earlier statement. He kissed you again, and you kissed him back. Suddenly regaining your confidence back slightly, you lifted up and took of your t-shirt, leaving yourself bare, apart from a thong, straddling this strangers middle. Dewey moaned when he looked at you. His hands ran up your waist and rib cage as his mouth went to the space between your breasts “beautiful” he said between kisses. You moaned slightly as he rubbed his hands up and down your body slowly, continuing to leave kisses and suck on your skin. “you taste like Bacardi”.

#dewey finn #tony stark #stark daughter #like father like daughter #school of rock #marvel #iron man #ironman #alex brightman

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whiskeyworen · 4 years

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“...it sounds like blood. And something else. Dunno how to describe the other thing. But it gives me shivers.” She told Cyrus as plainly as she could. It was a little hard to focus, looking at this ‘costume’ of his. Novni didn’t know what a ‘costume’ was. Without another word, she went somewhere else. There was a wall in her way, but she fixed that. She made sure not to remove it, of course. They had all asked very nicely for her not to ‘erase’ walls. And to use doors. Oh. Whoops. She glanced back as the rift she walked through closed, the squealing, screaming blackness fading away to reveal the bulkhead behind her. Novni realized she’d forgotten to find a door and use it. She had just done the usual and did the thing and walked from one room to another. Oh well. She would remember for next time. She had made a promise to her friends she would try. Novni didn’t recognize the room, but it was full of different clothes and stuff. Some of it was ornate. Some was ragged. Was this a storage room or a closet? Is this where the ‘shipment’ for the ‘theater group’ was? Whatever both those things were? Her friends used so many strange terms. She just didn’t care for them. Without debating whether she should or not, she took a few items. She traded her top for a sleeker one, with sleeve-y things. In exchange, she left her old top. That’s how it worked, right? You traded things for other things? She was about to leave when she saw a hood on a hanger. It was....cute. Yes, that was the word. Cute. Had little kitty ears, like Cyrus’s pet. Or that big Verula person. With a wave of her hand, a spectral claw brought it from across the room to her. The color was wrong; too bright. Another wave of her hand changed the color; she pulled the bright out of it, leaving a nice, quiet purple. She liked purple. The room felt empty now, so she left it, stepping into a new rift in the floor and reappearing in the Grove below. For some reason, the Aspect was parked there, instead of Lion’s Arch -- where Cyrus had said he was going ‘to have fun’ or something like that. Novni wanted to go to Lion’s Arch. She had been told she wasn’t supposed to go out alone, for reasons the others never explained and that she never cared to ask. But.... Cyrus was in Lion’s Arch, so if she went there, she wouldn’t be ‘alone’, right? He’d be in the city, and she’d be in the city, so it’d be like he was right there with her... right? The logic made sense, at least to her. She knew where the portal to Lion’s Arch was, and headed for it, ignoring the stares of the other sylvari; Wardens recognizing her, while most of the others did double-takes, since they couldn’t sense her through the connection to the Dream. Novni had heard Moryggan refer to it as ‘feeling like a ghost just went by’ when referring to her, and that was oddly pleasant to her. She didn’t mind.

Lion’s Arch was big. Very big. But it was also very open. It wasn’t tightly packed like Skrittsburg. Or all curvy and plant-y like the Grove was. It was...neat. There were pumpkins everywhere. She was going to ask someone about it, when she saw a weird man carving faces into one. He’d noticed her, and grinning broadly, slid a tall, thin pumpkin across his little table towards her. “Go ahead, little one! Carve into their flesh! Make the fears and demons within appear within the gourd! I’ll even lend you my flensing knife!” “I have a knife.” She said, pulling her long, razor-edged blade off her side. With surgical precision, she carved. For long minutes, she carved, and carved, and carved. Rind and pumpkin flesh fell from her victim in swirls and paper-thin layers. Finally, she finished, and stepped back. “There. Is that good?” The man with the grin reached over and gave the pumpkin a spin, until the section she carved faced him. He looked at her work... and stared. The grin, that manic grin, began to slide off his face. He leaned closer, his eyes wide and bright, darting back and forth over the carving. Without looking, he reached out and plucked a lit candle from the small mass of lit candles on the edge of the table. In one move, he opened the top of the pumpkin with his knife and stuck the candle inside, and then stared at what she’d made. Both hands, shaking, carefully and reverently held the pumpkin. It was a good while before he turned his gaze over to her, looking upon this petite, eerie sylvari with a look that mingled absolute terror -- and gratified elation. “.....This is the most wonderous thing I have ever seen. May I have it?” Novni shrugged, more interested in the change that had come over him than in keeping the pumpkin. “When my Mad King shows up, I shall present it to him.” The man said, his voice shuddering with terror. “I cannot possibly describe this....etching... but my dear child, I think you understand Halloween deeper than anyone I have ever encountered...” She tipped her head to the side. “....I don’t know Halloween. What is it?” That left him dumbstruck. All he could do was point to the big, boiling green cauldron across the plaza, and watch as she left, her bare feet making almost no sound against the courtyard tiles.

“Halloween. What is it?” Novni asked the strange woman by the cauldron. She was the only one people seemed to be avoiding. Perhaps it was because of the fresh, dripping blood coating her mouth and chin? Or was it her black eyes? “Oh, how lovely! A first timer!” Acreni crooned, leaning down to examine the pale sylvari. She grinned, revealling a set of familiar fangs. “Are you perhaps interested in joining the Lunatic Court, little one? I don’t believe we’ve had a Sylvari join our kind yet!” She rubbed her chin, the blood seeping into her gloves. “...on the off chance, do you have an aversion to blood? Gore? Violence? How mentally stable are you, child? I won’t endorse anyone who claims to be Sane.” “I don’t care.” Novni replied with a mild shrug. “I think I’m sane, but can I actually say that and be sane?” Acreni’s smile came back. “Very true! To be sane, you must be judged sane by those around you! To be insane....is to be of the Court!” She laughed, and placed a hand on her shoulder. She leaned in, so close that Novni could smell the coppery scent on her breath and coming from her clothes. “Tell me... are you by chance alone? It’s not safe to be alone during my King’s season.” Novni’s nose crinkled at the smell of the blood. Not because it was blood. Just because it was so strong. Gross. “I’m not alone. I’m here with Cyrus. He’s... in the Labyrinth.” The Lunatic noble blinked her black eyes, straightening up. “Cyrus? As in ‘Cyrus; Tenna’s friend’? Lovely little Tenna? You’re one of her friends?” Novni nodded simply, her cat hoodie wobbling. Acreni’s expression shifted to something almost soft, and she gently turned the sylvari girl around, guiding her through the crowds. “Any friend of Tenna’s is a friend of the Court. It truly is not safe for novices, here, child. But let us go to the Labyrinth, and find your friends. We shall have ‘fun’ there, and between the three of us we will teach you of the wonders of Halloween, and the glory of the Mad King Thorn.” And with that, Novni’s first Halloween truly began.

#gw2 #gw2 screenshots #My characters #Novni Ffion #Lunatic Noble Acreni #Pumpkin carver guy #implied horrors #Halloween #Cyrus Sigismund #Tenna Danae #Mad King's Labyrinth #Lion's Arch

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shaekingshitup · 4 years

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unintended part three

A/N: I forgot I wrote this but @twistedcharismaaa reminded me that I did. I didn’t have the wonderful @glittermakesmesmile sooo bare with me if you be seein mistakes. Please lmk what you think! I’m lowkey tipsy sooo I may have to come back and re-edit this later lol. I lowkey lost my taglist. Imma find it and make a new one soon. So hakuna matata. Also, the quality of some of these photos are trash but we gone live. It’s better than Teddy’s wifi. So, we good.

WC: about 3994 (Sorry C!)

Warnings: mmm like maybe PG smut? Like for real I chickened out on that. So no worries boo.

Jayden’s OOTD:

Jayden was shocked that she had held onto her composure thus far. The exchanges that she’d had with Trevor had been spicy from jump. Neither had sent any nudes, but the innuendos and open ended interpretations on what would happen the next time they were in the same room left her mind occupied every night since she’d met him three weeks ago.

This was her second trip around his block trying to find a parking spot.

“Oo oo ooo!” She said throwing her car in reverse and slowly retreating from the stop sign. The owner of the parked Kia Soul that had just beeped was going to be getting all of the good karma today. She patiently sat in her car as the woman who vaguely resembled Gwen Stefani started her ignition and departed. Jayden parallel parked her Honda Civic SI 2018 coupe perfectly into the spot. She flipped the visor down to do a final check of her beat before she grabbed her handbag and the drink tray from her passenger seat. She double checked the address on her phone and approached the door.

Ringing the doorbell she did her best to quell any nerves that she felt. She instead allowed her mind to swim with thoughts on how good this man was going to look opening up this door. She could see movement through his front window and jutted her hip out a little further so that the slit in her skirt accentuated her leg a little more.

Trevor opened the door with a smile that held her full attention. “Hey J” he greeted. She cheesed back at him unable to cease the wrinkles that this man would be destined to leave her with. As her eyes trailed down his frame she took note of his pink distressed sweater, the grey joggers and the black socks which adorned his feet and completed his outfit. Trevor watched her watch him and observed the question mark which took over her disposition. She didn’t ask any questions outright but it was plain on her face.

“Hey,” she gave back with a deflated smile. Trevor opened the door wider for her to come in. They stood in his entrance and Trevor took the drink tray from her as Jayden removed her shoes and placed them on the small rack that was next to his front door.

“This is really convenient,” she noted as she allowed her soles to meet the cool tile of his floor.

“Yeah, this way I don’t have to worry about too much people bringing outside inside my home. Come on,” he said with a tilt of his head to indicate the direction they were headed. Trevor brought her into his kitchen which was adjacent to his living room. He placed the drink tray containing his coffee and her water cup on the counter.

“Thank you for this by the way,” he said, grabbing his coffee and taking a sip. He had never felt awkward in his own home before. But I suppose there’s a first for everything. He had been feelin this woman since day one. Now three weeks later here she was looking devourable in his kitchen and he didn’t know what to do with himself.

“Well one of us had to keep up our end of the bargain,” Jayden quipped. She replaced her deadpan expression because she wasn’t trying to start their encounter off on the wrong foot. “What’s this?” she asked gesturing to the large tupperware bowl filled with water and some meat and the assortment of vegetables and seasonings he had on his countertop.

Trevor cocked his head at her. “These are the ingredients we’re going to need for our dinner tonight.” He leaned in a little closer to her. He was guzzling that coffee down and Jayden was wishing that his lips would be attached to her instead. “But, uh, what do you mean I didn’t keep up my end of the bargain?” Jayden raised her eyes from his mouth to stare at him as she tried to determine if he genuinely wasn’t certain what she was referring to or if he was just playing dumb to mess with her. She blinked slowly and gave a small chuckle deciding that it was the former of the two.

“The day we met. You looked me dead in the eye and said that because you’re a nudist, you would be answering the door with a big cup of joe and nothing else. Obviously because we decided that I was going to be the one to bring the coffee, I figured you’d make a few adjustments. This,” she Vanna Whited to his sweater and joggers, “ was not what I had in mind,”. She reached for the water cup and attempted to quench one of her thirsts .

Trevor was caught off guard. But once his mind had processed what she’d said he tried and failed to stifle the laughter that was dominating his body. “Girl, you are somethin.” He wiped some water from his eyes, placed his cup on the counter and crossed his arms at his chest. Leaning back against the sink he asked, “So, you’re upset because I have on too many layers? I can be naked in less than thirty seconds if that’s what you want Jay. Just say the word.” There was no question. The thought was intriguing to Trevor but she needed to clarify.

“I’m not that thirsty.” Jayden said punctuating her statement with another sip from her water cup only to find that it was already empty. Trevor’s left eyebrow shot up in a manner that catechized her without speaking. She powered forward as if she hadn’t seen that, “I’m just trying to see if you’re a man of your word Jackson,”. Before the period had even been placed at the end of her sentence, the sweater was up and over his head. The joggers were next to go. Trevor watched her. He’d actually made her speechless. He closed the distance before them and continued on with his cheeky behavior.

“Is this better Miss Pierce?” He asked in a low voice as he towered over her, “Do I need to ditch the socks and the boxers next? It’s your call,”

Jayden couldn't even feign that she was unbothered. His appearance. The timbre of his voice. His proximity.They were causing her mind to cloud. She tried to give herself a little room to breath but she was pinned by the kitchen counter. There was nowhere to go but forward. So, she advanced. Staring up into his eyes, daring Trevor to make the next move.

The additional temptation wasn’t what Trevor was looking for. He stared back into her eyes again speaking without forming words.

“Show me you want this. ” his eyes called. Jayden licked her lips and fixed them into a smirk.

“I want you.”

It was game on.

Trevor grabbed her by the waist and placed her atop his kitchen counter. He left his left hand on her exposed thigh and used his right to hold her chin in place as he maintained their connection. He was aware of her everywhere and they hadn’t even done anything yet. The rise and fall of her chest. The wanting in her eyes. The way she fell into a submissive role at his first display of dominance. He was savoring this moment because he knew that whatever happened after this had the potential to be his downfall or his triumph. Hell, when it came to Jayden the possibility of both was also on the table. Quite literally. Whatever the outcome, he was ready to eat.

Trevor dove in without abandon. His right hand fell to her neck as he tasted her lips for the first time. She gasped, whether for additional breath or out of shock Trevor wasn’t sure but he used it. His tongue explored her mouth and she took this opportunity to spar back with him. Sucking his tongue and deepening the kiss she moaned. Jayden bit his bottom lip and moved to bring her left hand to grip the hand he held around her neck. She swiped something on the counter on the way up to reaching him. She jumped and bit him a little harder than she’d intended.

“Fuck!” Trevor hollered. He laughed into their broken kiss but didn’t break his distance to her. Their foreheads touched as they panted into one another’s space.

“Maybe we should..” Jayden trailed off.

“Yeah. Uh, yeah. Maybe we should wait until after dinner’s ready” he picked up glancing down to the floor to see the chili powder, salt and paprika bottles that had fallen. Thankfully none of them had opened up.

Jayden reached out to caress his cheek and guide his attention back to her. “Dinner ain’t goin nowhere. But, we can move this party from the counter to the couch,” she offered. Trevor didn’t need to be told twice. He scooped her up causing her to giggle and wrap her legs around his waist. When he sat down on the couch she adjusted herself to straddle him.

“It’s not fair that I’m over here in my drawers and you got all of this fabric between us.” he pouted. Jayden laughed rolling her eyes. “Are you gonna be a baby or are you gonna do something about it Jackson?” she challenged, “matter of fact, how is it that you’re not listening to any music right now?”

“Well, damn girl. I was waiting for you to come over so that I could be a gentleman and let you pick. But, we can forget that at this point. Hey Alexa, play “Piercing my Thoughts” playlist.”

The opening to one of Jayden’s favorite 70s songs flooded his living room. Surround sound. Jayden could not keep the smile off her face as she sat up in his lap and created a little more friction between the two of them.

“Bold. You are bold sir,” she laughed as she leaned her head down to kiss this man beneath her while Al Green serenaded their adventure.

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Do you want to make it better?

Do you want to stay together?

If you do

Then let's please

Make some new

Memories

Jayden woke up..satiated. She continued to lay there until she gathered her thoughts. Anderson Paak and Smokey Robinson were asking her questions. She was no longer in her skirt but now a large Black Plaid Ombre Shirt that could stand to have a lot more buttons used. She sat up to fix this and searched for her handbag. Spotting it in one of the kitchen chairs, she walked over opening the bag to grab the pair of underwear she hadn’t worn when she’d shown up. Trevor may be comfortable with the nudist thing but she wasn’t at that level yet.

But you at the level to fuck within the first fifteen minutes, Jayde? Asked her subconscious. Jayden retreated from the kitchen in search of the bathroom. She probably should have made this man give her a full tour of his place before she decided to climb him. But, hey. She was here now. She walked to the right of the kitchen already knowing that the living room was to the left. She came upon the dining room and briefly admired his decor.

This man has good taste. And not just in women.

The backyard was just off of this room and when she walked over the sliding door and took a glance outside, she saw a pool, a lounging area with a tv and a fire pit and.. a dog house. It looked empty.

“I haven’t seen any dogs” she pondered aloud.

“That’s because he’s at the groomers.” answered her from directly behind where she stood and Jayden damn near jumped out of her skin . Trevor, walked up behind her snaking an arm around his flannel that was draping across her body. He watched his backyard with his chin resting on her head. “How was your nap?” he asked.

“Good. Thanks for the shirt by the way. How long was I out?”

“Barely 20 minutes. You should have drank some coffee. I guess you were tired,” she didn’t need to look at him. She could hear the pride and the smile in his voice. Jayden exhaled loudly to cover up her smile and the fact that she was heavily inhaling his scent.

“You stay with the jokes,”

“You stay feelin it too.” he countered and licked a long strip on her cheek.

“OH MY GAWD! Where’s your restroom anyway?” she feened an eye roll. She was trying not to get too caught up over the fact that she was standing in this man’s shirt with nothing else on.

“There’s one right off of the front door.” She turned around fully facing him, in all of his nude glory. She quickly looked away and made a beeline for the restroom.

When she was done freshening up, she found him in the living room again writing in a notepad as a Dan + Shay ballad caused him to drum his left hand to the rhythm of the song.

“Tequila?” she mused? “This has been piercing your thoughts?” she inquired.

“Nah. That playlist is still a work in progress. I��m still tryna figure out some stuff. You ready for the rest of the tour? I just set the oven to pre-heat.

“Sure. But we’re not gone glance over the fact that you have a whole playlist inspired by me.”

“No. We not. Plus, we’re gonna talk about how you got one for me too. I follow you on Spotify ya know.” Jayden wasn’t trying to concede to anything. So, she switched it up.

“I see we’ve returned to the joggers.” She spoke as he stood from the couch.

“I want you to be comfortable when you with me. I know that you’re not about that nudist life yet. I peeped how quickly you made your way to the bathroom. Stick around me long enough and we can change that,” he took her hand and guided her through his home. Jayden adored how often his corny humor peaked out while he told her short stories about random furniture and events that had occurred in his home. He lent her a pair of his boxers too. By the time they made it back to the kitchen they were ready to get to preppin their dinner.

“What’s on the menu for tonight Chef Jackson?”

“Shrimp Fajitas. I already deveined the shrimp before you got here,”

“Oh, okay. A true gentleman I see.”

“So, we got some bell peppers that need some slicin if you want to get started on that and I’ll worry about seasonin the meat.”

“Aye aye Cap’n.” she mock saluted. They settled themselves into their roles at the countertop. Working side by side was exactly what Jayden wanted. She could steal glances without openly gawking at the specimen of man he was.

“So, about your playlist..” he opened

“What about it?” Jayden asked.

“What do you think? About the music I mean. I saw you put damn near every song I ever released in a playlist,”

“Woww. We are out here lurkin lurkin in these streets.”

“Says the girl who downloaded my whole discography. What better way to know someone than through their taste in music? So, what’d you learn about me?”

“Well, from the way you’ve been blowin up my DMs and some of the songs I’ve heard, I’ve learned that you are definitely in a lane of your own.”

“Hmm. How’s that?” she had his interest peaked.

“I mean you’re an artist who has been in the game long enough to know the rules and you completely disregard them. Nigga,” she said shifting her body and the knife she was using to cut peppers in his direction,” while most artists are over here talking about Versace, Gucci, YSL and Louis, you are over here flexin in CROCS! CROCS, my nigga!” she cackled and glanced down at his feet in case they might manifest just because she mentioned it.

“You cute when you laugh,” he answered unafraid to openly admire her. “But, you look crazy wieldin that knife. Watch it J.”

She rolled her eyes. She had just discussed his music and he wasn’t even focused on that. Too busy complimentin her. So odd.

“Anyways, like I said you in your own lane. I can tell by the way you choose to direct your own videos as well. You have some out there concepts. Not Gaga meat dress out there. They’re simply abnormal to the culture, highly intellectual and yet it makes sense.” she continued.

“Oh, so we was peepin the videos too? How far down my rabbit hole did you go?

Shit.

“A saw a few videos. I mean you’re cool.” she shrugged. Trevor felt that she gave this off too breezily.

“Uh uh. That’s that hard Jayden. What else did you see?” he asked as he washed his hands free of the fresh lime, garlic, and seasonings he'd been working with. Jayden should have been watching him as he’d left his spot beside her. Maybe she would have seen the goofy Spongebob knowing smile he had plastered on his face as he toweled off his hands and made his way back to her from the other direction.

“I said what I said. You got some decent music videos. Moving on,” she started and that’s when he attacked. He grabbed her from behind, causing her to drop her knife and tickled her like she wasn’t in the middle of doing the task that he’d assigned her. She was squealing and thrashing. She was trying to be angry but she couldn’t help her body’s natural reaction to laugh.

‘I’m gonna pee my pants!” she screamed.

“Nope. you’re gonna pee my pants. You gone tell me the truth?” She said nothing and he refused to relent until she was real with him.

“OKAY. LEMME GO YOU BIG CHILD! I’LL TALK!” Trevor released her and waited for her to say what she was holding back.

“I may have binged watched both seasons of Grownish, Burning Sands, All American and alloftheDisneyshitthatyouhaveeverbeenin.” she threw that last part in so quickly he wasn’t certain when she’d come up for air again.

“In three weeks time? Oh shit. I got me a stalker.” Trevor joked. Jayden threw a bell pepper strip at him.

“I thought I was supposed to feel comfortable in your house.” she quipped.

“That’s exactly what I’d expect a stalker to say,” he countered back. She was still as he chortled. And then she lunged for him. She chased him around his kitchen for a good two minutes until Trevor gave up because he was laughing so much. When he came to an immediate hault, Jayden crashed directly into him.

“Ow!” she cried.

“Aye, if you were looking for a hug all you had to do was ask J” he said, enveloping her in a bear hug. She just smiled at this dude who three weeks ago she didn’t even know existed. Now, they’d swapped some music, some knowledge and saliva.

“Stop thinkin about time and just let it happen.” Trevor said.

“I don’t like how close you are to my thoughts. Please back up.”

“Look from jump street, we was feelin each other and this connection. Don’t worry about the timeline of it. I can see your wheels turning. We don’t live by anybody’s rules. Like you said, we know em and then we break em. But we still succeed,”

“That’s not quite what I said.”

“I’m paraphrasing. I don’t have the script in front of me.”

“Oh-kayyy. Can we please get this food in the oven? I’m hungry” Trevor looked her up and down. “Hakuna Matata J. We gone eat,” he said licking his lips.

The two of them got all of the food onto a sheet pan to cook and retired to the living with some wine.

“Okay, I know I’m supposed to be here to peep alllll 200 hundred of these new songs you got. But, I’m also interested in experiencing this speaker system you have here. Can we watch a Netflix show or something?”

“I always knew you had good taste for sound. Okay so I got Amazon Prime, HBO, Showtime, Hulu, Disney + and I got a lot of new stuff thanks to SAG that hasn’t even hit the theatres yet. So, you can pick your poison.”

Jayden’s eyes widened at the array of selection he was offering. “You got exclusive content? Like what?”

“Well, I got this film with Issa Rae and Lakeith-”

“Say no more. We’re watching that one sir.”

“What about the plot? Or any of the other actors?”

“I’ll figure that out along the way. Plug it in! Plug it in!” she shimmied and sing-songed. The two enjoyed their dinner and film; but, most of all they enjoyed each other’s company. Trevor was amused at the small comments and natural responses Jayden had throughout the film and her review of the song choices was right in line with his own. However, the short debate that they had afterwards recapping the movie and Jayden’s disappointment for both Issa’s performance and the less engaging storyline that her character had in comparison to her mother’s was bynfar his favorite moment of the night. She was animated through and through. None of her hardness was at the forefront and although they hadn’t seen eye to eye on every facet of the film, the communication was healthy. They genuinely listened to one another, communicated and adapted their points for their side based on new information and perspectives presented and they were able to evolve the film discussion into some deeper intellectual ones where neither felt that they were restricted by the knowledge of the other to discuss these topics earnestly

"What's on your agenda for tomorrow?' Jayden asked as she nursed her third glass of wine sitting on top of Trevor’s freshly wiped down kitchen counter. Not only did this man have good taste in women, and home decor but he was intellectual, creative and cleanly?

TUH!

"Well, I was supposed to link up with this lil thang this weekend," Jayden balked contemplating if there was enough wine in her glass to toss at him, "and we were gonna listen to music-about 200 songs," Trevor saw her release her grip on the glass and relax, “but she turned out to be a stalker and we got a lil carried away on the couch,”

“You had sex with your stalker? That’s dangerous,”

“True. But now I know that she’s really feelin me and she won’t go anywhere else.”

“Aight, Imma head out” Jayden said, finishing her wine and hopping down from the counter.

“Yeah, right.” he said following her out of the kitchen and turning off the lights. “The only place you’re heading is to sleep,” Trevor said

Jayden yawned “I already took a nap. Not really that tired.”

“You’re a bad liar,” he said. “Let me help you out Sleeping Beauty,” Before Jayden knew it he she was being bridal carried up the stairs

“Left or right?” he asked when she’d come out of the restroom.

“Which side do you sleep on? It’s your bed.”

“I gotta be appeasing stalkers. I never know what they gone do next,” Jayden climbed into the middle of the bed out of spite.

Trevor crawled in behind her and pulled her closer. “You’re really never gonna let that go are you?”

Trevor held on a little tighter. “Nah”.

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x688plsloveme · 4 years

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Day 1 and also 16 Whumptober 2020

Ah here it is. My first whumptober post of the month. The actual prompts are in the tags but that would spoil it. This one was REALLY self-indulgent. Like super super self indulgent. For multiple reasons. Anyways hope whoever reads this likes it!!! xoxo

The first thing Danai feels is the sticky feeling of warm blood trickling down her face as she comes back from the peaceful silence of unconsciousness. She hissed at what obviously was a head wound but was otherwise apathetic. She shakes her head to see how it would make her head feel. “No sharp pain or dizziness. So no major blood loss or concussion.”

This wasn’t an uncommon situation to be in anyways considering she likes to take the fight close and personal and when she goes to get up. She realizes that it wasn’t a possibility thanks to metal shackles that kept her restrained to what felt like a wooden beam. Now that is not a common occurrence.

There’s a groan to her left from who she assumes is Deacon as he was the last one with her before the ambush. They were traveling back from a mission to help a synth when all of a sudden, dozens of gen 2’s were surrounding them. There was no chance in fighting so they just put their weapons down. One of the bots knocked them out and now she was here. Wherever here was.

The person beside her confirms her guess when she hears Deacon’s voice let out an “Oh-!” Followed by a sharp inhale and a whispered “fuck.” He was definitely seeing something that she both wished she could and couldn’t. She had never heard him be so quiet - even in a dangerous situation. That made it all the more serious and she knew she had to prepare herself, so she steels her nerves and strains her ears to try and get a better sense of her surroundings.

She didn’t have to wait long as the man across the room who was fiddling with his favourite knife and watching her like a hawk notices her waking up.

James smiles and his steel eyes light up in mirth when he sees his rival, Danai, start to stir. He can’t help but feel uncharacteristically giddy at the situation. Her and her…friend tied up and restrained, him holding all the cards, and of course none of the backtalk or fire to be found. Not yet anyway. She wouldn’t be fun without it.

He picked this place specially for her. A location that no one knew about except for his close advisors that has the outwards appearance of yet another run down destroyed house. But go into the cellar and it’s a different story.

A plain basement fitted with nothing except a chair for his princess to rest on and anything anyone would need to extract information out of someone else. But that’s not what he was after. Not today. He had something very special for tonight’s events.

Rubi, who was always seen with her boss, watches in a very characteristically giddy way when she sees her companion’s plan start to form behind his eyes. She looks back and forth between the two rivals, her pink pigtails bouncing as she practically vibrates in her seat in excitement.

The institute operative leaves his victim tied up on the floor and struts over to the two agents. He makes sure every step is loud and precise, ensuring that the woman he was approaching knew exactly where he was.

Said woman knew better than anyone just how quiet he could be when he wanted, so it was unnerving to notice how… perceivable the man was being considering his usual methods of letting his opponent be the last person to know his whereabouts. That meant that either he was being sloppy or he knew her helplessness and no longer saw her as a true danger. Danai could guess which one it was.

She flinches when she hears him come to a stop in front of her. She can’t tell you how she knew, but something in her told her that he was smiling directly at her. He lifted her head with the tip of his knife and they both hardly breath as they still; playing a game that only they knew the rules of.

They ignore Deacon’s attempts at telling him to get away from her until he got a bit too annoying and Rubi spoke up from directly beside Deacon. “Get ya pet to shut up Da~ni. Guess what happens if ya don’t?” She grabs his hair and yanks, her friend yelping at the pain.

Danai sighs, knowing who it is immediately. “It seems that she tagged along as well. Great.”

Her bright attitude was dangerously deceptive and depending on her mood, she would kill faster than it took to say “Look behind you!” Danai couldn’t risk him by ignoring her.

Keeping her gaze fixed on James as best she could with her sightless eyes, she growled at the girl “Touch him again and I will staple your pigtails to your ass sweetheart.” The girl giggles at the venom laced words, happy that she could get under the other’s skin.

“And Deacon? Shut up.” He snapped his mouth shut and nodded out of habit. Satisfied, she pulled away and went to stand next to her boss.

The man whose attention was still fixed on Danai flashed a smile and hummed, pleased that he had won that round, and let her head drop. He could hear giggling from behind him as his second was undoubtedly amused by the resident liar’s stricken expression and Danai’s annoyed face.

He knew she hated losing and it bothers her even more when she loses their little “staring contest” that they always greet each other with. It’s usually something to see who’s the best composed for the day’s meeting. A way of sizing the other up without even speaking a word.

At least her companion was quiet for the moment. He wanted to focus completely on the woman in front of him - wanted to watch her squirm as she figured out what was going to transpire soon.

After removing his knife from her chin, he straightened up and smoothed down any wrinkles that formed on his immaculate crimson button down. He circled the pillar and quietly took in her disheveled appearance, from the blood that had started to dry on her face to her messy orange dreads, and finally her torn up signature leather jacket. He had never seen her so unkempt before, it made him positively delighted.

He stopped in front of her again and with a smirk she could practically hear, started talking. Gloating was probably closer but could you blame him? He doesn’t get many chances to humiliate her with little repercussions.

She hated his voice. The silky smooth timber that fooled far too many people and grated on her nerves at every opportunity. The cocky but even tone that he usually had was replaced with an unusual delight that he so rarely showed around her. That didn’t spell out anything good.

“Danai darling.” The word filled with as much venom as possible. “I so missed you, you should really visit more often, it gets boring without you around.”

An offended “Hey!” Comes from Rubi but all he does is wave her off. “Oh please princess you know how much our friend here entertains me. She’s special.”

The aforementioned can’t help but scoff at this and roll her eyes. “Cut the crap James. What do you want?”

He feigns hurt and places a hand on his chest dramatically, yet still smiles as creepily genuine as ever.

It sends shivers down Deacon’s spine when he sees the odd juxtaposition paired with his dangerous glinting eyes. He wants to say something - a joke, anything - and he would if he couldn’t clearly see the cards they were being dealt.

“Oh darling you wound me.” Ignoring her question he went on. “Of course you’re special, how could you not be? The only survivor of an empty vault and resident goody two shoes that insists on trying to oppose me at every opportunity. You’re the hero of the wastes sweetheart. Act. Like. It.” As he continues on, his smile slowly fades and his voice loses the joyful emotion it had previously before hardening completely at his last word.

She promptly spit in his general direction, hitting his slacks. He frowns disappointingly down at her, giving her a look a parent would when their child misbehaves in a very silly way.

“Now. No need to be childish.” His sentence is accented with a swift kick to her stomach. She immediately feels bruises start to form as she doubles over as best she can and has a coughing fit. Deacon tries to struggle and say something when Rubi catches his eye and playfully points a finger gun at him and makes a shushing motion with her other hand. He gets the message.

James laughs a little. “We still haven’t gotten to the main event after all. But don’t worry, you’ll find out soon.”

He stares pointedly at the railroad agent for the first time, trying to convey silently to him exactly what his plan is. Deacon can guess what is about to happen to the still unconscious woman across the room from them. She was tied in a similar manner that they were, but looked much more beat up. The railroad agent would be embarrassed to say that he may have whimpered in fear thinking about what these psychos could do to her.

Satisfied, James looks back toward his adversary and can’t help but chuckle. Here she is, bound and bloody, entirely helpless with no way to save anyone, and she still glares at him with a ferocity that would terrify lesser men.

Good thing he’s not a lesser man.

As it stands, her anger just fuels his desire to push her buttons more, so he decides it’s time to get the show on the road.

He claps loudly and says, “Alright let’s begin!” and starts to walk across the room. Danai cocks her head in confusion but bites her tongue to prevent from asking any questions.

“Rubi, hand me the water please.”

“Aye-aye cap'n” she says with a salute and hands him a bottle of water that was placed beside the unconscious woman earlier.

The man wastes no time in splashing it in her face, wincing at the ungraceful way she woke up, sputtering and cursing.

“Wha-? Where the fuck am I?” She wastes no time in glaring at her captors.

Danai’s eyes widen and she gasps sharply. That is Glory. They caught her separately and she is in the same situation that they are. Except… Something’s off. Her eyes widen in horrible realization. Glory isn’t near her like Deacon is. That sociopath would never let her die, would never even risk collateral damage from killing someone near her. Anyone close enough to touch was safe that’s why she wasn’t scared for Deek, but Glory was too far and-

“Figured it out have we? Good.” He sneers. “Well there’s no beating around the bush so to speak.” He snaps his fingers at the girl beside him. “Punch this one in the face.”

She obliges gladly, putting her entire weight into it, confident that the muscular woman could take it without passing out again. Her head snaps to the side with a distinct “thump” and both agents yell in protest.

“Let her go-!”

“Don’t touch her-!”

“Ah-ah. None of that. Just sit back and enjoy the show darling.”

Her face twists into scowl. “If you think I’m going to be quiet because you tell me to, you are dumber than I thought.”

He watches her carefully, letting the tension settle on her uncomfortably like a heated blanket on a summer night before speaking again.

“This time, shoot her ear off.” The little maniac actually giggles and does as she was told. The loud bang being drowned out by Glory’s screaming.

Danai was getting frantic at this point. Adrenaline shot through her and she struggles to breath through the panic. Deacon can only scream expletives as his anger rises.

“James don’t - don’t do this. You know how close we are, don’t do this.”

Something unreadable flashes across his face and he makes his way across the room to crouch in front of her again. This time he tilts her face up with his hand, ungloved, some distant part of her mind notices.

“Oh?” He cocks his head, tone still infuriatingly even and calmly says, “Then beg.”

She doesn’t even have to think about it before words are streaming from her mouth, shaky from the extra effort it took not to break down crying. “Please don’t James pl-please don’t kill her I’m sorry I’ll do anything you want just please pleasepleaseplease don’t. I couldn’t bear it you know how much it’ll hurt me.” Tears start streaming down her face at the thought of her friend getting maimed and killed in front of her.

He smiles - so so sweetly - she can hear it in his saccharine voice. “See, that wasn’t so hard was it?” He pats her on the head and it takes every ounce of willpower she has to not bite him. “Good job.”

The two agents breath a sigh of relief as he stands up but it was cut short as another shot rang out. Glory’s cursing stopped altogether, the crazed lackey starts laughing, Deacon blanches in horror, and in the middle of it all stands James with his smoking gun now being put back in its holster.

Danai couldn’t say anything. She just stills there and frantically strains her ears but she can’t hear even the laboured breathing of one of her most trusted friends. She looks up at the monster himself and can’t find it in herself to move. Or scream. Or curse. Can’t do anything as her mind tries to process with what just happened.

He enjoys seeing her like this too. Their banter was fun and she is the most entertaining person he’d ever met, but there was something unique about being the one to extinguish her fire in a single moment.

She starts to shake while silent tears steam down her face. He sighs. “She was a such a sight.”

Her friend on the other hand was out right sobbing and calling Glory’s name over and over on the verge of hyperventilating. He grimaced and beckoned for his second to come over.

“Knock the boy out and leave.”

For once, she follows out her orders quietly, sensing her boss’ mood. Danai could only let out a weak yell in protest when she hears the thud of something hitting her friend’s head, but she couldn’t muster up any real bite from it.

The logical part of her brain was trying desperately to keep her from shutting down completely. “He was just knocked out. You can hear his breathing, he’s fine. He’s alive. Focus now on getting you and him out of here. Breathe in. Now out. Again. You’re a bit calmer. You can do this.”

While she was still very much shaking, her voice came out steady. The first thing she says is a spat out “Fuck you,” and he can’t help but chuckle.

“Proposition me again when you’re less disgustingly dirty and tear stained.” He pulls Rubi’s chair over and sits down in it, bringing along with him a syringe filled with a strange liquid. Not that she would know that of course.

“I tell you time and time again to join my side, the winning side, but you always dismiss me.” He shook his head, curls bouncing with the action. “I had to give you a taste of what was in store for you if you kept fighting it. Fighting me.”

She takes a shaky breath. In and out. “Bullshit. This was off limits and you know it. G-Glory,” her voice cracks on the name, “hadn’t messed with any of yours since the truce you had no right!” Her voice starts to rise so he leans down and puts his hand on her face.

“Hush now. You wouldn’t want what happened to her to happen to your little friend here, would you?” That shut her up alright, although the glare and unshed tears were still present. His breath nearly hitches - her anger and battered beauty was stunning. She reminds him of the lions he read about as a child. They were always his favourites next to deathclaws of course.

He keeps his hand on her face and softens his voice in a way that usually got him what he wanted. His last card to play. His final attempt to get her to stay. “I’ll ask you one more time precious. Join me? We would be unstoppable, feared and worshiped. Between the two of us, the world would be ours. What do you say?”

She can’t believe the gall of this man. She was cracked, not broken. There was nothing that would make her betray everything she worked for. To betray Hancock. Her face twists in disgust and she shakes her head until his hand falls from it. She glares up at him, mustering all her loathing and hated for the man sitting in front of her. Her friend’s murderer.

“Go. To. Hell.”

James isn’t surprised per say but it still stung to be rejected by the one person he found interesting. Though he can’t exactly blame her, he still thought she would see reason and endeavor to pick protection over war.

He sighs and pulls away from her but otherwise shows no sign of displeasure that she could pick up. He grabs the syringe again and flicks the tip a couple of times to get rid of any stray bubbles.

Her glare was firmly in place up until he utters an almost mumbled “What a shame,” and plunges the short needle through the skin of her neck.

The spot flared up with pain but she was out before she could even think about something rude to call him. The last thing she hears before fading was James sighing almost…sadly? She would decipher that if she had more than a few seconds left of consciousness, but as it stood the most she could do was try and struggle for her last few seconds. The man in front of her strokes her face again and his downhearted face was the last thing she sees before passing out, everything fading completely to emptiness.

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ourexolarmy · 4 years

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-Bottled Emotions-

This is a drabble request from an anon!! I’m so sorry it took me so long to get it done! I really hope you like my interpretation of the request. 🙂

Pairing: Jinyoung(GOT7) / reader

Word count: 1,570

Genre: Fluff | Implied Smut | Friends to Lovers | College!au

You smiled at the customer as they bowed and grabbed their signed copy of your friends new comic. “Have a great day!” The COMIKET was in full swing and there were tons of people bustling about. Some people were cosplaying while others just wore their favorite anime or video game shirts. You had chosen to cosplay as Robin, from One Piece. Being a college student in a different country meant that your budget was often tight and Robins ‘look’ was easy. What made it even better was that you already owned everything needed. Your friend Akira, who happened to be a new comic book author, had asked you to help him out for at least a little while until his girlfriend could get off work to join him. You had wanted to go to COMIKET anyway so you happily agreed to help out. As you continued to hand signed copies out to everyone, you happened to look over by one of the vendors and spot a familiar face. Jinyoung had been looking your way for awhile, watching as you did your job effortlessly. He had always loved your smile and your kindness but seeing you cosplaying in such a revealing outfit was really doing something to him. When would he just get the courage to tell you he liked you? He realized that you had caught him staring and he raised a hand in greeting, rubbing the back of his neck in slight embarrassment. You smiled even brighter and waved back enthusiastically. “I’m here! I made it!” A girl, who you assumed was Akira’s girlfriend, had just come rushing up to the table. She was beautiful! She was also cosplaying but had decided to go with Yuna from Final Fantasy and she was pulling it off really well! “Ah! Momo-chan, I’m glad you made it here ok! This is y/n, a friend of mine from college. Y/n, this is my girlfriend, Momo.” She gave you a warm smile and small wave, “Hi there! Thanks so much for helping Akira-kun out today!” Akira nodded along with her words, “Yeah, thanks y/n, I totally owe you one!” You smiled at them both, waving your hands in dismissal, “It was no problem! I had been wanting to come to COMIKET anyway so it was a win-win for me! Since Momo-chan is here now, do you need me to stick around for awhile longer?” Akira shook his head, “Nah, we can take it from here. Thank you again for all your help! Here, you may not want it but take a signed copy of my new work, on me!” “Oh no, I would love it! Thank you!” You took the signed copy and bowed to them both as you grabbed your satchel and placed the new copy inside, securing it across your body. As you began to walk away you looked back in the direction that Jinyoung had once been standing, only to frown in disappointment to find him not there anymore. You were lost in thought for a moment and almost jumped out of your skin when you felt an arm sling itself over your shoulders. You squeaked out a yelp and spun around quickly only to come face to face with a smirking Jinyoung, “Were you looking for me?” You slapped him playfully on the arm, “Ya! Don’t do that! You know how easily scared I am! And what if I was looking for you?” He must not have expected that answer because he looked taken aback for a split second before coming back to his senses, “Well here I am babygirl, what do you wanna do?” This was your relationship, friends who neither wanted to admit that they liked each other but constantly flirted and teased the other. You rolled your eyes and grabbed his hand, “First I want you to buy me some food and then I want to check out some of the other booths and exhibits.” He let you lead him in the direction of the food court and eventually he bought you whatever food you asked for. “Are you not going to get anything?” You asked as you blew on your ramen before putting it to your lips and slurping up the hot noodles. Jinyoung shook his head and rested his chin in his hand, “No, I already ate.” You glared you at him, “Then why didn’t you say something? I don’t like eating in front of you with no food for yourself.” “It’s fine, just hurry up and eat so we can go explore a little.”

You huffed and pouted but continued to eat until all the noodles were gone and you drank the beef broth. With a smack of your lips you put the bowl down and went to grab a napkin to wipe your face. Before you could though, Jinyoung grabbed your hand and brought his face to yours, eyeing your lips. “Whhha-“ Your cheeks flushed pink as he got closer than he’d ever been before and then your heart stopped beating as he darted his tongue out and licked the corner of your mouth, effectively removing the small piece of green onion that had remained. Your eyes surely were the size of saucers as he pulled back and smiled at you, “Sorry, I just couldn’t help myself.” Your lungs were burning a little and you suddenly remembered that you required oxygen to live. Breathing through your nose once again you smiled nervously at him, “Thanks? You know normal people usually offer others like a napkin or something.” He chuckled, “Where’s the fun in that?” You rolled your eyes and got up, taking your tray and bowl back to the designated place. All the while your brain was working double time, freaking out over what had just happened. Time passed and you both had explored almost all the comic booths when Jinyoung gasped and pointed in the direction of someone cosplaying as Franky from One Piece. “Y/n, isn’t that our professor?” You put the comic you were previously looking at back down and looked over in the direction Jinyoung was referring. A gasp escaped you and then you quickly covered your mouth as you burst into a fit of giggles. Even Jinyoung got a little choked up seeing their professor dressed in nothing but a blue speedo and a button down shirt that was left open, revealing some well drawn abs. Having not been very far away from them, the professor had spotted them. “SUPPPPPEEERRRRRR! Robin-chan!” He came running over and before you could react he embraced you, picking you up and spinning you around. Your giggles turned into full blown laughter as you remembered that you were cosplaying as one of his crewmates. Once your feet returned to the ground the professor bent his leg and threw his arms into the air, Frankys signature pose, and shouted, “SUPER!” You straightened up, trying to regain composure. Your skirt, which was low slung to begin with, had slipped down a little so you readjusted the tie at your hip, pulling it a little tighter. “It’s nice to see you too Franky-kun!” You bowed slightly to him and that’s when you noticed that the zipper of your jacket had moved down to reveal even more of your cleavage than what was already on display. Jinyoung had noticed your wardrobe malfunctions and effectively blocked the professors view from you. The two of them talked for a moment and then Jinyoung was back by your side, “I told him that the rest of the Strawhats were meeting up in the food court.” Sure enough, your professor was now bounding away from you both, randomly shouting and doing the characters signature pose. You shook your head, “That was so weird! Who knew the professor was into cosplay?” You looked back up at Jinyoung only to give him a puzzled look. He was staring at your cleavage, which you had yet to fix. You covered yourself and smacked him playfully, “Ya!” You went to pull the zipper up but Jinyoung caught your hand, stopping you. “Jinyou-“ your words cut short as he looked at you intently and for the second time that day got closer to you than he ever had. His hand moved up to cup the back of your head and he mumbled, “Say no….” Your heart rate spiked at the contact and you felt yourself automatically lean a little into his touch. When he mumbled those words, you grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled yourself up on your tiptoes, connecting your lips with his. The kiss was short and sweet at first but when you began to pull away Jinyoung strengthened his grip and pulled you back in for a more passionate kiss. It was full of the pent up feelings you both shared and you loved finally being able to express yourself. A smirk was plastered on his face as he pulled away and leaned his forehead up against yours.

An ear splitting grin broke out on your face and you threw your arms around his middle. “Why couldn’t we have done that sooner?” He pulled away and grabbed your hand tugging you along with him towards the bathroom. “Where are we going?” “There’s something else I’ve been wanting to do for awhile.” He looked back at you with a wink and your face immediately flushed at the thought of what was to come.

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silverfootstepswrites · 4 years

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Amaryllis | Chapter 7

< Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 >

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"Lady."

Sakura took a deep breath as she sank deeper into the steaming water. She idly flicked at one of the flower petals drifting along the surface. It was nice of the queen to provide her with a large selection of flowers and oils to accommodate her during her stay. The bath had always been her favorite place to relax and that hadn't changed. Lifting one foot out of the water, she wiggled her toes against the cool tile.

"Lady," she said again. The word slipped out of her mouth, dancing across her lips. She tested the weight of the word against her tongue. Raising one foot out of the water, she arched it before dangling it over the edge of the tub.

“What a silly word,” she decided before sliding down into the water to submerge herself completely.

Sometime later, there was a soft knock on the door. Moegi must’ve been busy, because Haku’s voice drifted through.

“A visitor for you, General.”

Sakura lifted her face out of the water. Droplets trickled down her chin and shoulders.

“A visitor?” she repeated. The awkward pause alerted her that it was someone other than Sasuke. The door opened a crack. Haku kept his eyes focused on the tiled floor.

“The Queen’s Physician,” he clarified in a whisper.

Sakura sighed.

“Go fetch refreshments. I’ll be right out,” she ordered, her hand splashing down into the water. Haku shut the door. The murmur of his voice barely drifted into the bathroom as he spoke to the guest.

Sakura rose. Water trickled noisily down her body. Landing in splashes back into the tub. Sakura wrapped her middle up in a towel and wrung her hair out.

“Do you always barge into your patients' private quarters?" sighed Sakura a few minutes later. She was wrapped up in a fluffy robe. Wet hair falling down the back. She paused in the doorway of the sitting room before she made her way to her bedroom, wet feet slapping against stone. Moegi ran after her to help her put on her slippers. Then Sakura joined Karin in the salon.

"Only for the ones that skip appointments. You were supposed to come see me yesterday," Karin cheerfully scolded her before she reached for her tea.

"I'm not… overly fond of hospitals," admitted Sakura with some hesitation. Karin sucked in her lower lip between her teeth as she scrutinized the other woman. And then she gave a knowing shake of her head.

"Sometimes I forget that you're a soldier," Karin declared. Sakura stared at her.

"Most soldiers don't have fond memories of hospitals. It's different from the nobles. For them, it's a luxury they can afford to like," the doctor explained with a smile that wasn't really a smile.

Karin was tall and thin with a cutting tongue. There tended to be sharpness to her words that bordered on being brusque. But Sakura also recognized that edge as efficiency. The brown rims of Karin's glasses framed her bright gaze and she had a habit of pushing them back up the bridge of her nose when she spoke. The most distinctive thing about Karin was her bright red hair- long and sleek on one side and in choppy layers on the other side. Sakura realized with some surprise that the only other person she had ever met with such red hair was Naruto's mother.

"You're making me blush with your staring, General," teased Karin. Sakura couldn't help but crack a smile.

"Well, as long as you're staring at me, how about you remove your robe and I'll take a look at your back," Karin continued. Her tone lost some of the teasing as she focused on her job.

Pulling the tie loose, Sakura shrugged the robe off her shoulders and turned to present her back to Karin. There was a long moment as Karin simply sat staring at the scar. She mumbled things to herself for a while before she reached out and pressed her thumbs along the sides of the healing gash.

“Does this hurt?” the doctor asked.

“A little.”

“Good. The nerves are working properly.”

"So, you have the entire court chattering about your tragic history. What's that all about?" queried Karin as she continued poking and prodding along the edges of the scar. Sakura kept her mouth pressed in a tight line. She gathered her robe in the front to cover her chest. She met Moegi’s eyes and mouthed the word ‘shirt’ to the girl. The attendant disappeared.

“If they’re already chattering, why bother asking me?” Sakura evaded the question.

“Rumors and vengeance feed nobility. I thought you, of all people, would know that. That’s why the oldest, nastiest ones never seem to die,” Karin remarked.

“…You’re no commoner,” Sakura observed.

“You’re smart, General,” the doctor stated so frankly that Sakura couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“Alright, Doctor. Let’s just say that my problems begin and end with family. They do say that familial obligation is just another route to misery.”

"Oh, I understand. In-laws are the worst. Mine would have my head if not for Her Majesty’s protection," Karin cheerfully divulged.

Sakura raised an eyebrow. “Why would that be? You’re well-educated. You serve one of the most honorable positions in the queen’s service. Why on earth would anyone hate a successful woman- Oh.” Sakura stopped herself. She gave Karin a flat look. One the woman returned.

“People just hate to see a woman in power. It insults them, for some reason,” sighed Karin. With that, she took her hands off Sakura’s back and pulled her robe back up. She watched Sakura tie the robe shut with a sort of pensive expression before she pushed her glasses back up the bridge of her nose. Her ring twinkled with the movement.

“So a physician, as well as a baroness. Congratulations,” Sakura finally put the pieces together.

Shisui wore the same ring.

Karin smiled. And then her eyes flickered to the door. “Oh. Looks like the tea is here.”

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Sunlight peeked into the halls of Whiteriver Keep through narrow windows. It was late in the morning and faint echoes of voices traveled from down the corridor somewhere. The stamp of boots bounced off the stone floors and walls. Hands at his sides, Sasori strode in the direction of the royal meeting chambers.

A letter had arrived in Plumeria a couple weeks ago. Sasori had struggled to quell the urge to toss it into the flames and pretend that the messenger had died at sea. A sneer curled his lips as he glanced around at the dim surroundings. Whoever had thought to build a home out of dark stone clearly had no sense of aesthetics.

“Tasteless,” he scoffed before he fixed his gaze back ahead. In the flickering light of the lanterns mounted on the walls, Sasori could see the heavy double doors. The guards on duty moved their spears. Until they realized who it was. They straightened their backs as they parted. They opened the doors for him, revealing a room with a large rectangular table. Seated at the head was the King Regent. He smiled, raising a hand in greeting.

“Ah, Admiral. So good of you to join us,” declared Minato without a hint of artifice. He was so transparent. Sasori put his right fist over his heart and bowed, his head inclining just enough the that no one would remark on his lack of manners. The starched fabric of his gloves creaked against the strain of his clenching fingers.

Around table sat the Crown’s advisors. There was Countess Inuzuka, the Minister of Defense, who nodded at Sasori as he took a seat at the table. Her son currently served as a Lieutenant General in the kingdom army. She was veteran of many wars herself. The scar on her left cheek was a reminder that not even a knife to the face could take her down.

Beside the Countess was Duke Hyuuga, who didn’t even acknowledge Sasori. He simply touched a strand of his silky hair. He descended from some of the oldest blood in the kingdom. His role as Minister of Finance meant that he oversaw the kingdom’s treasury, which had grown even larger after the war had ended. Sakura had made certain of that as she plundered the palaces of the late King Orochimaru.

Last was Marquess Shimura, who had served as the Regent’s Prime Minister for many years now. He only had one eye. But even that one eye was filled with malice as he stared at Sasori.

“You’re late, Admiral. A poor start to things. Especially given that you’re filling in for the General,” drawled Danzo.

Sasori leaned back in his seat. “Oh, I didn’t realize that I was late. I suppose it’s because I had to sail on the ocean. And then travel for days on horseback. Just to hear you nag me, Prime Minister,” he retorted.

Minato laughed. “Come now, Marquess. Don’t be so hard on the boy. He’s come a long way just for this meeting.”

Sasori bared his teeth at the word ‘boy’. “Thank you,” he replied.

The meeting was long and pointless. They reviewed points that Danzo had undoubtedly made decisions on before the meeting had even begun. Everyone knew that he was the man truly running the country. All the Regent did was sit there and nod.

“Now, there’s the matter of the southern border Your Grace,” Danzo moved on.

Sasori’s eyebrows rose. This was actually something that he had been thinking on not too long ago. His eyes met Tsume’s across the table. She just barely shook her head, as if urging him to stay quiet.

“The attacks from the warlords have become more frequent. Just last month, they assaulted several caravans of merchants traveling well within our borders,” Danzo read off a list in his hand.

“Have we continued to send them tribute as always?” Minato questioned.

“Yes, we have, Your Grace. Gold and precious jewels. The same as always,” Hiashi reported. He flipped through a few pages of his ledger. Which was purely for show. Everyone knew that the crafty old man knew every single transaction inside and out. The crown didn’t spend a single copper coin that the minister didn’t know about.

“I advise that we increase the amount. The instability in the area makes it possible that a new warlord has taken over these lands. That could be the cause of this violence against us,” Danzo said. The Regent considered this, rubbing his chin. He looked over at Tsume, who sat there, looking neither disinterested nor riveted.

“Countess, what are your recommendations as the Minister of Defense?” Minato inquired.

Tsume tapped her nail against the table. “I dare not touch the General’s troops without her permission. If Your Majesty commands, I will send a formal request to the General to have forces sent to the area. I’m certain she will reply favorably for the sake of the kingdom,” she replied.

Hiashi and Danzo glared at her. But Tsume simply smiled.

“It’s been many years since I’ve been an active member of the military, Admiral. Is this the protocol?” Tsume then questioned.

Eyes turned to Sasori.

“There certainly must be… order… when we work. The Regent would do well to heed Countess Inuzuka’s counsel,” was all Sasori said. He kept his mouth shut for the rest of the meeting. For fear that words would escape his mouth that he could never take back.

After all the agendas had been addressed, the Regent adjourned the meeting. Sasori escaped the dreary chambers as quickly as possible. He felt Tsume tap his shoulder with the back of her hand as he passed. He climbed the stairs- two at a time. And then he slipped through several side passages until he made his way to the outer walls that guarded the castle. Soldiers were familiar with the way here. Especially those that patrolled the area. It was cold enough here that people rarely came out for a pleasant stroll. And windy enough that the wind would carry secrets away.

Sasori stopped to take a deep breath and grimace. He shook his head a little, as if trying to rattle the memory of that meeting out of his skull.

A little ways down, he spotted a few people waiting for him in the shade of one of the castle’s towers.

Kiba straddled the wall, one leg brazenly swinging over the edge. Shino stood with his back to him, keeping a lookout, his lips folded in a tight line. Shikamaru was the last man standing with him, a yawn warping his mouth.

Sasori took several steps toward them. Kiba half-turned in his direction, greeting him with a smirk.

“It’s rare for you to come to Whiteriver, Admiral,” remarked Kiba.

Eyes narrowing, Sasori looked down at the moat and the long drawbridge laying across it.

“The Regent requested a council meeting,” he explained.

“It’s worrying that the Regent is calling his council in the General’s absence,” Shino observed. He rarely spoke. But when he did, he made his words count. He adjusted his tinted glasses on the high bridge of his nose.

"I highly doubt it was his doing,” Shikamaru retorted.

“You’re right. The Aristocratic Faction pushed him,” Sasori confirmed. Any fool could see that it was the nobles who were in charge of that meeting.

Their conversation paused as they watched a stooped man bound with bandages leave the confines of the castle. The way he tapped his cane against the stone gave him away immediately. Sasori's eyes narrowed.

"I trust Marquess Shimura least of all," Shikamaru added in a low voice.

The old man had been the Regent's closest advisor for years. The late queen had wisely kept Lord Danzo at a safe distance, including him only enough to keep from taking offense. It had been a wise decision. One that the regent was unable to see.

“The Marquess may be the one missing an eye but the Regent is the one that's blind," scoffed Sasori.

“Ah. Poetry. It wouldn’t be a talk with the Admiral without some prose,” Kiba remarked, chuckling at his own joke. Sasori glanced at him. Like he was considering whether or not to push him right off the rampart. But then his face smoothed out a little.

“Thank the goddess that your mother was at the meeting. She seems to be speaking some sense into that man,” Sasori informed them. He stopped talking then because he glowered down at the figures exiting the castle gates. The drawbridge drew back up with a slow, rattling groan. Only when the heavy iron gates slammed back down did Sasori get to his feet.

“The southern border,” Sasori suddenly said.

Shikamaru sighed. “The warlords?” he asked, touching his fingers to his temple.

“The Duke claims that the attacks are increasing his violence and frequency. He advised the Regent to send more money to pacify them,” Sasori reported. And then he glanced down at his hand, at the gold bangles on his wrist. He rattled them a little with a shake of his wrist to untangle them.

Kiba clucked his tongue. “Ever since the coup, that entire territory has been a madhouse. I don’t understand why we don’t just cross the border. We could subdue those warlords in… what do you say, Aburame? Three years?” Kiba turned to look at his fellow Lieutenant General.

Shino’s glasses glinted in the sunlight.

“Less. If the General leads the charge herself. Far less,” was all he said.

“It would be a bloodbath. On both sides. Just because they’re called warlords doesn’t mean that they’re barbarians. They were formerly vassals of the king of Wave Country,” Shikamaru reminded the both of them.

Kiba scoffed. “You call them vassals? They murdered the entire royal family. Now that place is just territories lumped together.”

“So are we. That’s what all kingdoms are,” Shikamaru answered.

Kiba’s smirk disappeared as he contemplated that.

“Count Yamanaka wasn’t at the meeting?” Shikamaru then asked, turning back to Sasori.

Sasori shook his head. “It was only the official council members.”

Shikamaru rolled his eyes. “He might as well be. He sticks his nose into everything these days.”

They were quiet for a moment. Surprisingly, Shino was the one to break the silence.

“The General is undoubtedly forging ties in the north. She will want to do the same in the south.”

Heads swiveled toward him.

“Are you suggesting that the General befriend these warlords?” laughed Kiba.

“No. Like Nara said, the warlords are just nobles without a king. They’ll have someone working for them. Likely hired swords,” Shino spelled out for them.

Shikamaru rubbed his chin. “Hm… we could buy out their contracts. Have them turn on their employers. And it would go against what the Regent and his council have decided.”

As Shino spoke, a smile appeared on Sasori’s face. It only widened when Shikamaru added on to the proposal. “Since when did you serve the Regent, Lieutenant Generals?” Sasori challenged. Three sets of eyes flew to him.

Kiba clenched his jaw. “Since never, Admiral,” he spat.

“Excellent,” declared Sasori. And then, with a nod, he took off from their meeting. The three men probably had a lot to discuss.

Sasori slipped back into the confines of the castle. He had spent enough time here to know his way around fairly well.

Sakura had spent a lot of time here as a child. Even though she had made an effort to go home to Plumeria during the colder weather, the leftover months were spent in this place- a damp stack of stones that always smelled vaguely of moisture and moss. Sasori had visited frequently, but he could imagine that it was a lonely place to be. Thankfully, his time at the military academy meant that he was right in the city. He snuck out on his free days to keep her company. Though the marketplace was nowhere near as exciting, and the ocean was far away, they had been together.

As Sasori mused over his memories, he didn't realize that his feet had found a familiar path. Only when he was standing outside of Sakura's room did he understand where he was. One of the servant girls walking past looked ready to ask him why he was skulking around here until another girl grabbed her by the arm and ushered her away. Most of the castle staff recognized him by now. And if not, the sword in his belt was usually message enough for them to leave him alone.

Sakura had left the castle in May. It was now the beginning of August. And as Sasori stood outside her door, he wondered why he half-expected her to poke her head out and sigh as she begged him to keep her from dying of boredom.

And on some stranger impulse, Sasori grasped the metal knob and twisted it. The heavy door creaked inwards. Sasori immediately smelled a mustiness that betrayed months of lazy cleaning. Or perhaps it had not even been cleaned at all. Clicking his tongue, Sasori peered inside. It was dark as all the curtains were drawn. But his first step into the room connected with something on the floor that clearly did not belong there.

Eyes widening, Sasori burst into the bedroom and strode across the floor to rip the curtains open. As sunlight streamed into the dusty room, Sasori struggled to take in all the details at once as the dust swirled around in lovely patterns.

The dresser was in disarray with all the drawers yanked out and resting in skewed angles. The armoire doors were flung open. The few clothes Sakura had left behind were strewn across the ground. Even the bookcase was completely upended. One corner was splintered, as if someone had smashed it out of frustration. The cushions and pillows were split down the middle and all the feathers yanked out. Desk drawers were lying on the floor, thrown and rifled through.

At the sound of Sasori's shout, the guards were quick to come.

"What is the point of having you fools on patrol in every damn hall if none of you are intelligent enough to notice this?" he snarled. Sasori was met with bewildered stares until he pointed into the room. There were gawks. One gave a garbled attempt at an excuse. The back of Sasori’s hand connected with his face, sending him sprawling. He lay cowering on the ground. Sasori very nearly spat on him. While these guards had received some training at the Academy, they were ultimately the Regent’s personal troops. He couldn’t really discipline them the way he would treat one of the kingdom’s soldiers.

“Get out of my sight,” Sasori hissed.

The one of the floor scrambled backwards on his hands and feet. His fellow guards grabbed him by the shoulders, dragging him out of the doorway.

Sasori strode across the room. He ran his hands along the inside of Sakura’s gutted desk. He could feel gouge marks in the wood. And when his fingers found the hidden compartment, he let out a sigh of relief. The wood was splintered and marked there, too. As if the intruder had found it empty and taken out his frustrations on the desk again and again.

Still, he would have to write to her. To make certain that there had been nothing to steal from there.

+++

Far away, across the forests and up a mountain, Sakura woke drenched in sweat.

As she bolted up, she groped for a sword at her waist that wasn't there. Gasping for air, Sakura sat completely bewildered by her own panic for a moment before memories of her nightmare slammed into her. Shivering, she listened to the sounds of her own panicked gasps as she struggled to calm down.

But the dream had been so real. And the familiar sound of a sword whistling through the air rang in her ears. Staring into the darkness, she focused on the faint outline of her own legs twisted into the sheets until she could breathe normally again.

Sakura glanced over at the nightstand. At this time, she could call for Haku and Moegi to bring her a glass of wine to settle her nerves. But when Sakura tilted her head to look out the window, she could see the moon floating high in the sky. It was late. And it would be cruel to wake her two diligent attendants for such a trivial matter.

Sliding off the bed, she decided to take a walk instead. She had decided to go to bed early to get some rest and apparently the universe was conspiring against the very idea.

Sakura pulled her cloak over her nightgown. She strapped her dagger to her waist, just in case. And then she headed out into the cool night.

Fingertips trailing along the palace walls, Sakura followed the path she took during the day. It was completely quiet in the palace so there weren't many places she could go. The kitchen fires burned low, smoke barely rising from the tall chimneys. Even the guards seemed more at ease after a warm day had settled into a much cooler if slightly damp night. They still saluted at her as she passed, but their conversations murmured low and easy after her.

Sakura soon found herself at the entrance of the Queen's garden. The neat rows of hedges and the archway made of twisting vines were haunting in the dark. But it didn’t frighten her. It reminded Sakura of cool nights spent camping in the woods. Of course it was true that it could be dangerous out in the wilderness. But the soft swell of songbirds chirping out their evening songs as well as the cool wetness of grass under a tree were all things she could remember.

The guards on duty greeted her.

“Is everything alright, General? Do you need an escort?” one of them offered.

Sakura shook her head. “Thank you, but I just need to clear my head,” she assured them. They bowed before they stepped back on their usual patrol.

The stone path was illuminated by tall lanterns along with a scattered clumps of fireflies. Hands in her pockets, she followed the curving lines of flat rocks buried in the manicured grass. She wandered around and around, just letting the chorus of the insects fill the empty spaces in her head.

As she rounded one of the hedges, she spotted a light in the otherwise darkened windows of the castle. On instinct, Sakura took a step back. She didn’t know who would also be awake at such an hour. When she peered out past the roses, she recognized the face in the window.

Sakura stepped into the light of one of the lanterns. She raised her hand in greeting. It took several moments. She could tell when he recognized her because his hand pressed up against the window. She motioned for him to come down. He gave a furtive glance around. And then he held up a pointer finger before he disappeared.

She took a seat inside a wooden gazebo. It was flanked by two wooden posts driven into the ground. On top of them were glass boxes that served as lanterns. The little yellow flames glowed on bravely in the dark. Vines crept up the sides and top of the gazebo. But the flowers were closed, as if they were sleeping. It seemed like the whole world was sleeping so peacefully except for her.

Something connected with a stray pebble, sending it skittering noisily into other stones. Her head turned toward the sound. She smiled.

Well, for her and for one other person.

“I hope you didn’t run,” Sakura greeted him.

“The poor servants would find me passed out on the floor. I walked, General,” he replied. And then he added, “And you wouldn’t have been around to rescue me first.”

She laughed as he took a seat next to her. His heavy dressing gown brushed against the grass as he moved. His matching slippers peeked out from beneath the garment. They were both dark blue with silver stitching. It almost looked like the night sky.

“I know why I’m not sleeping. But why are you not sleeping?” Sakura asked.

“My medicine makes me drowsy during the day. I wonder why the physician doesn’t just give it to me at night,” Itachi sighed. And then she could feel him looking at her.

“You look troubled,” he observed in a softer voice.

“Do I? Are you observant or am I just a bad actress?" she wondered with a smile quirking her mouth. He didn’t seem to know how to answer her.

They both stared out at the nearby pond. Water lilies drifting on the still surface. The long branches of a willow tree skimmed the edges of the water. It took Sakura a moment to realize that there was no high-pitched buzzing that she had come to associate with bodies of water in this part of the world.

"There are no mosquitoes," she observed.

Only a few fireflies fluttered lazily about. And they were easily scattered with a sweep of her hand.

"The fish," Itachi said.

"Pardon?"

"There are fish in the pond. They eat all the eggs that the mosquitoes lay," clarified Itachi.

"Oh," she simply said. She hadn't actually expected an explanation. Fingers lacing together in her lap, Sakura leaned forward to look closer at the pond's shimmering waters. But it was late and it seemed even the fish were sleeping.

“I know why I’m not sleeping. But why are you not sleeping, General?” Itachi asked, turning her own words against her.

Sakura’s eyes widened. She laughed again. She found herself doing that a lot around him. Hands clasped, she gazed out at the water, following the lazy pattern of fireflies dancing in the dark.

“Bad dreams?” he guessed.

“… Dreams imply that they were never reality,” she replied.

“So they’re memories.”

Sakura closed her eyes. Clenched her hands together as she felt the sticky heat of blood dripping down her fingers, her wrists. When she opened her eyes, she found her hands dry and clean.

“Yes.” She exhaled long and hard.

“I don’t know if I’ll understand, General. But I can at least listen,” he offered.

Maybe it was the darkness. Or the cool stone. But it felt like maybe it would be alright to unload just a little of the memories swirling inside of her skull.

"We went to war a week after I graduated from the military academy. The General of the Armies at that time was a man named Hiruzen Sarutobi," Sakura began. Then, in a whispered afterthought, she added, "He was a great man.”

And then she smiled as she envisioned the hush that fell over everyone as Hiruzen entered the room. Everyone giving the General respect as he strode through. A simple nod from him felt the acknowledgement of the whole world.

“I was already a sergeant when the war began. The Regent’s ministers were hoping I would be killed quickly on the front lines. But I kept living. I still don’t understand why,” she recalled.

Even as the words left her mouth, she knew they were a lie. She lived because she was afraid of dying. She stabbed and slashed because she was terrified of how she would become nothing. A princess who failed to become a queen. A daughter who had failed her royal parents in every conceivable way.

When she looked over, it shouldn’t have surprised her that Itachi was watching her. Because she was speaking. And he was listening. It was the polite thing to do. So maybe it was the look in his eyes that startled her.

“I… no. I know why I didn’t die. It was because I was so good at killing,” she confessed.

“Leader after leader died. I became General. And I was very good at it. I ended the war in a year. And when I came home, I was a hero,” she recalled. Could hear the shrieks as entire towns burned. Hear the last choked gurgles on the lips of soldiers as life gushed out of their wounds. And the screams followed her everywhere she went. Like her feet should have left blood and not prints in the soil.

She hadn’t realized her hands were shaking until she felt Itachi grasp one. It was improper. She should have pulled away. But she didn’t want to.

“I did the right thing. Everyone was so proud. And I should be proud too…” Sakura trailed off. Looking down at their hands.

“So… the memories of your success are… nightmares now?” Itachi inferred.

It was odd. How he was able to organize such complicated thoughts into such a simple sentence. Sakura didn’t say anything. She held out her free hand. Watched a firefly buzz over it. It touched briefly against her palm. Then it took flight again, heading off in a dizzying pattern that it seemed to understand. She didn’t.

It was a while before either of them spoke.

“That’s… very sad,” commented Itachi. Sakura looked over at him as she waited for him to clarify.

He looked into her eyes as he said, “You sacrificed so much for your kingdom. And you can’t even be proud.”

Sakura pulled her hand from his, scoffing. “Proud,” she repeated. The word tasted like metal on her tongue. “For a murderer to take pride. How ridiculous.”

“It’s sad,” he said again. “You’re a hero. You saved your people. Even when they don’t understand how much you did for them.”

Her smile faded. He flinched just a little when she pinned him with a stare. But he didn’t look away.

“Do you understand, Prince?” she challenged.

“….No. I don’t. Because I’m not you,” he answered.

And that caught her off guard. Everyone claimed to understand. That was how they tried to comfort her. They presumed to know how she felt.

“You’re a hero,” he insisted.

“I’m a murderer.”

“You can be both. One does not take away from the other.”

She sneered. “You’re full of philosophy tonight, Prince. I detest philosophy.”

He didn’t sound insulted like he should have been. His smile was gentle. “Philosophy is all I have, General.”

The guards clanked passed by. They didn’t seem to notice the two of them tucked underneath the flowers and vines. Still, they fell silent until the shadows of the guards disappeared completely.

“I want to understand you better, General,” he added, his voice barely above a whisper.

Sakura let out a long sigh. She looked down at his hand resting on the bench. His fingers were delicate and long. The roughest thing that they had probably encountered were the pages of a book. She took it, raised it to her mouth, and placed a kiss on the back of it. When she placed it back down, she could see that it was shaking now.

She tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. Glanced at him in the darkness. His eyes were enormous.

“Good night, Prince. Pleasant dreams,” she murmured. She got to her feet, gathering her cloak around herself. And then she headed back up the path towards the palace. A faint “good night” followed after her.

Sakura headed back up to her room and settled in bed. And though she was determined to stay awake for as long as possible to stave off the nightmares again, she opened her eyes to find that it was already morning. Pushing the curtains aside, she saw the clock tower in the distance to confirm the time. Before she even pulled the cord to summon them, Moegi and Haku were already there with breakfast and clean clothes.

"Did you sleep well, General?" asked Moegi with her usual cheer. Sakura considered this question for a moment before she answered.

“I suppose I did,” she replied with some amount of surprise.

As Sakura sat enjoying a cup of tea along with a piece of bread, there was a soft knock on the door. Moegi moved to the door. She cracked it open with caution. There was a high, feminine voice on the other side. As Moegi whispered to her, Haku placed Sakura's polished boots on the floor beside the bed. After a while, Moegi shut the door and reentered with an envelope in her hand.

Haku went to return Sakura’s plates to the kitchen while Moegi helped her dress. By now, Moegi had adjusted to helping Sakura with lapels and boot laces instead of petticoats and corset strings. She stood inserting cufflinks into Sakura’s sleeves while Sakura opened the envelope with her free hand.

It was from Naruto, inviting her to lunch. Just the two of them. Out on the terrace. Moegi peered at the message with curious eyes.

“What does it say, General?”

“Let Prince Naruto know that I will see him at noon for lunch,” Sakura said. She handed Moegi the envelope before pulling on her gloves.

Sakura didn't exactly know what prompted her to accept Naruto's invitation. Maybe someone from home had urged him to try again. If his father was a puppet, what was there to stop him from being used as one as well?

It wouldn't be the first time that he had tried to make plans that she rejected with no better reason other than she didn't feel like seeing him. But perhaps she was just in a more forgiving mood after a good night's rest. Pondering this, Sakura met Sasuke in the stables and they mounted their horses to dash off through the woods. Laughing and exchanging stories, they enjoyed the sweet smell of dew on the grass and trees.

The skies were clear and they certainly promised a pleasant day. However, just as Sakura exited the bathroom and stood dressing in her bedroom, she saw dark clouds gathering overhead. Rolling her eyes, Sakura still pulled on her shirt and pants. As she sat on the edge of the bed lacing up her boots, she listened to the soft tap of a few raindrops against the window.

"It seems like it's going to rain, General. Do you really think it wise to go on with your lunch plans?" asked Moegi. Haku held out Sakura’s dark green cloak. Sakura shook her head at both of them.

“What harm can a little rain do?” she said as she headed off to the terrace.

By the time Sakura was settled in the chair across from Naruto, the few drops of rain had turned into a downpour.

"Well," she simply said as she watched the fat droplets of water splash off the stone. Fortunately, they were shielded by one of the balconies on the second story. Naruto grinned in a pained sort of way.

"Nothing I ever plan ever goes right," he said only half-jokingly. Sakura's expression softened. Self-deprecation didn't suit him.

"I know," answered Sakura. Naruto's head immediately swiveled around to look at her. She kept her gaze fixated on the rain beating down on the grass.

"At least you try," she said.

Sakura could feel Naruto staring at her but she let the moment slide by.

“Should we… leave?” he wondered.

Sakura unfolded her napkin with a snap. Draped it across her lap. When she moved, so did the waiting servants. They began setting out the food and tea.

“I don’t see why not. Has the rain stolen your appetite?” she asked.

Naruto gaped at her. And then he scrambled to find his own napkin. Found it was already tucked into his collar. “N-no! Let’s eat!” he exclaimed, his face so bright that it almost hurt to look at.

When they fell silent again, Naruto squirmed. She could tell that he wasn’t used to silent meals. His parents doted on him. Encouraged him to share about his day without end. Perhaps she would have been that way if her parents were still alive too.

“Um.”

“Yes?” she asked. His face promptly turned the color of a tomato. He stole a glance at her.

“Your uniform…. you’re always wearing it when I see you. Even when you’re not on duty.”

“Hm. Does it not suit me?” she pretended not to understand. She sliced into the pheasant. Steam curled into the humid air.

“No! I just… do you ever get to rest? I’ve seen other officers out of uniform. But… not you, really.”

Sakura arched an eyebrow. She hadn’t expected an observation like that from what she considered her most dense cousin. She took a sip of her tea as she tried to decide how honest to be with him.

Naruto ate, staring down at his plate.

“I don’t have the luxury of free time,” she finally said. Naruto’s chin jerked up. His eyes widened. She wasn’t smiling, but she wasn’t frowning either.

“The second I let my guard down, there are people who will swoop in to steal everything from me. Not that I have much left,” she elaborated.

Naruto’s eyes drifted back down to his food. He had severed the breastbone from the bird. Bits of meat clung to the blackened bone.

“You’re smart, you’re pretty, you work really hard. Why would someone try to steal from you?” he wondered. “Is there anything that can be done to stop that?” he then asked. The directness of his question startled her. In a way, she admired that naive belief. That good people deserved good, that bad people should be stopped. That there was always a solution for everything. It was almost endearing.

“That would be nice if there was. Let me know if you ever come up with an answer to that question,” she replied. And then, for a moment, she smiled at him. Like when they were children.

Naruto smiled too.

+++

My Dearest Sakura,

I hope this letter finds you in high spirits. I write this in my room on the night of your parents' memorial service. It was a lovely affair, I assure you. Classy and respectful with just a hint of that sadness that you would have brought had you been present. Count Hatake and Count Maito both attended to pay their respects. I have informed them of the details of your stay at Goliaf. Sasori stayed for the event but departed shortly after dinner. He mentioned something about a royal summons, which concerns me quite a bit.

Now, I am aware that each year, on this anniversary, I am waxing poetic about my beautiful memories of your parents. And who am I to break such a tradition? I hope that the following words will be of some comfort to you.

Your mother was always my hero and my closest friend. I do feel somewhat sorry for my late husband, as he was an affectionate and loyal man. And that is not to say that I did not love him. I loved him deeply. But my sister there first. And most importantly, she was my queen. Seeing you grow more and more each year has always been the greatest pleasure to me as you have always reminded me of her. However, as of late, I feel that you are even surpassing her in many of the things that she already did so well.

Take care of yourself, Sakura, I know that you will be able to overcome any obstacle with wisdom and with composure.You are strong. The blood of our family runs deepest in you. It will not fail you.

It is difficult to believe that it will very likely be August by the time this correspondence reaches you. We, at home, all eagerly await the day of your return.

Lovingly,

Your Aunt Kurenai

After receiving the letter from her aunt, Sakura sat in her chair for a long time before she could decide what to do. She penned a response to Kurenai’s words of comfort. She thanked her aunt for all of her guidance and love. She added a few jokes to put the older woman at ease that all was well with her.

Sakura was still careful not to write anything that could be used against her in the event that the letter was intercepted. She mentioned her homesickness. Then her hand paused. She decided against adding anything else.

She signed her name in looping letters. She folded the paper and tucked it into an envelope. She heated the stick of red wax she always left with her stationary. As the wax warmed, it dripped onto the envelope flap. Sakura waited, fingers tapping. When the wax began to cool, she exhaled over the surface of her ring and stamped the symbol of the rose into the seal.

The chair creaked when Sakura leaned back. She glanced outside again. The sky was still grey, but it had stopped raining for the first time in days. It would be easier to summon one of her attendants to send the letter. Perhaps Haku. It seemed like her letters went out a little more quickly when she entrusted them to the boy. Moegi was likely busier with kitchen duties, and waited until the end of the day to send them.

But then again, she could use the fresh air. And walking would be a better distraction than simply sitting in her room.

The palace was quiet. Most of the men had left on a hunting trip with Prince Sasuke and the king early that morning. Of course, they had extended an invitation to Saura as well. But she had politely declined.

"I don't believe in hunting for sport," she had explained. Just the thought of watching dogs rip a wild fox apart while the nobles chugged wine and made crass jokes made her feel sick. Sasuke, who had grown up on the sport, seemed to have trouble understanding. Still, he respected her decision and instead promised to have dinner with her upon his return. He had boasted promises of venison for dinner. Sakura admired his optimism but doubted that would be on the menu that evening.

So with the castle largely emptied, Sakura was able to walk the big halls in solitude.

One of the messengers she had employed sat gossiping in the stables. Where he usually was. He sprang to his feet when she approached. As did all the stable boys. She was a familiar face by now.

“This one needs to reach Plumeria. Are you available?” Sakura asked, holding up the envelope.

The messenger accepted it with both hands. “Of course, General. I’ll ready my things right away,” he replied. And he was off before she had to say anything else. He was the third son of some minor noble. Destined for nothingness. This sort of job was a rare opportunity for him to make money and to meet many different people. It was no wonder he took it so seriously.

Sakura lingered for a little while longer. But on her way back inside, she spotted the pergola. It was a shaded walkway that linked the queen’s gardens to her even-more-treasured greenhouses. On top of the lattice grew wisteria that blocked the sunlight from reaching the delicate skin of nobles who preferred to remain as pale as possible.

And under the shade of the pergola, she noticed a foot peeking out. She decided to take a detour. As she approached, she recognized Itachi sitting in the shade with a book in his lap.

“Feeling well today?” she asked as she stepped across the stone toward him.

Itachi jolted.

“Good afternoon,” he greeted her. His cheeks slowly colored. That didn’t surprise her. Given how their last encounter had ended. She leaned against the outside beam, waiting for him to speak. It took several seconds. But Itachi finally managed to find the words.

“I’m happy to see you, General.”

“Sakura,” she corrected him once again.

He chuckled. “Alright. Sakura. Actually, I’ve wanted to ask you something about my reading.” He indicated the open space on the other side of the bench.

“Of course,” she said as she moved into the shade to sit.

"Where is your family originally from? All the books just say that your family has ruled over the Southern Tea Isle for so long that your origins rarely come into question," he queried. To prove his point, he opened up the book to a certain page and pointed to the passage. But Sakura didn't need to read to know that he was right. The origins of the Haruno family weren't even known that well by the people of the Forest Kingdom.

Sakura crossed one leg over the other, one elbow on her leg.

"Well, we actually came from the desert. There's a vast, dry land that we call the Land of Wind. It lies across the ocean. It's much different there. There are cities ruled by princes, but no kings. My ancestors crossed over first on their camels and then on their ships for months in order to reach the isle," explained Sakura.

Itachi's eyebrows rose.

"Your family was originally from The Wastes? I always thought that they were known for their dark skin and curly hair," he said. Sakura could almost see him rustling through the pages inside his head.

The corner of Sakura's mouth lifted.

"Is that what they call it here? The Wastes?" she repeated with a hint of wonder. “I like it.”

Many years ago, when Sasori had just turned 12, he received his first boat from his mother. For its maiden voyage he, along with Sakura and a few others, had journeyed across the Great Salt Ocean to visit their ancestral lands.

Sakura, barely 9 at the time, had wondered at the endless expanse of blue that surrounded them. Sasori followed the crew around, observing their work and posing the occasional question. At night, they shared a cabin. And Sakura would always crawl down from her top bunk to curl up in the blankets with her cousin. Foreheads pressed together, they whispered their secrets and listened to the creak of the wooden ship over the water.

After nearly two months of travel, they arrived a port city, where a guide had been arranged to wait for them. But they found no one. Even after two days of asking around, no one could direct them to any such man. So, mounting their camels, they headed out in the direction of their uncle’s palace in the desert.

At first, the Arids did not seem so bad.

The Arids, as local people referred to the desert, was indescribably dry. Just one gust of the hot wind was enough to suck the moisture straight off the tongue. Initially, just the heat of the sun beating down on them was difficult. But they covered their heads and they had filled up plenty of waterskins in town. The party exchanged stories as it crossed tall dunes of sand. By lunchtime, the city had long ceased to be visible in the distance and sweat poured down the back of Sakura's neck. There was no place to take shelter from the unforgiving sun. Not even a rock.

Late into the afternoon, a wall of rock appeared to the north. Lost, and with nothing else to follow, they urged their weary camels in that direction. There were no stories being told now. They were too tired to form more than a few words at a time.

The sandstorm whipped up so suddenly that they didn't even notice until they were trapped in a chaotic whirl of stinging sand and hot wind. Coughing and tearing, everyone struggled to cover their faces. The panicked camels groaned and heaved their passengers off as they too sought shelter. Tumbling into the burning sand, Sakura retched against the dry powder clogging her mouth and nose.

Just when she felt like she might die in the desert, a hand closed around her wrist. In fact, several hands pulled her to her feet, hauling her over the shifting sands. A touch of cool water on her lips pulled Sakura back from the haze. Coughing and tearing, she gulped down the drink. As soon as she could gulp down clean air, Sakura succumbed to unconsciousness.

A little while later, Sakura found herself resurfacing. And the first thing she noticed were soft voices.

"Here we are. I guess these are our visitors," a man's voice declared above her.

“I’ll have that drunkard’s head. Leaving these young ones on their own,” a woman remarked.

"I can't tell which is which," another complained. Sakura grumbled as she felt something cold and wet against the top of her head.

"Ah. I see pink. This is the little princess," the first voice stated.

"Then this one must be Princess Chiyo's other grandchild," the second guessed.

"He's tall for his age. Isn't he about the same age as your first son?"

"I believe so."

The quiet conversation was interrupted by Sakura's sudden coughing fit. Someone lifted more water to Sakura's lips. She drank, water dribbling down her chin in her blind haste. There was a chuckle.

"Looks like she'll be just fine. Have the men gathered all of the camel?"

"Yuura just brought them in. He says that they didn't seem to have lost any of their cargo. Looks like the little ones know their knots."

Curiosity triumphed over weariness. Sakura cracked her eyes open to see the vague shapes of the two men chatting amiably. Still squinting, she inched her hand over until her fingers made contact with Sasori's skin. After a moment, his hand flipped over and gently closed around hers. He was awake too. They lay listening for a while until Sasori stirred a little before he slowly sat up.

"Hello, Uncle," he said in a scratchy sigh.

The Haruno family, though descended from their distant desert kin, had also made it a habit to periodically remarry back into them. Sasori and Sakura's maternal grandmother, for example, had been the youngest daughter of a prince. And Sasori's father, though not particularly high on the social hierarchy, had been a lord's son who had traveled from the Arids to Plumeria as a scholar.

Technically, most men in the Haruno lands could be called "Uncle". And that was precisely what was done.

Sakura and Sasori had spent many months there with their desert cousins. Their Great-Uncle owned a palace located in an oasis. And despite the barren landscape, there was always an abundance of meats and fruits to feast on. They immersed themselves in the culture of their ancestors, marveling at the similarities and the differences from their own traditions. And while they enjoyed themselves, at night, breathing in the cold, fresh air, they both longed for the perfume of flowers outside their bedroom windows.

When they returned home a year later, laden with gifts from their relatives, the first thing Sakura did was dive off the side of the ship and into the bay. The crew laughed at what they assumed were the young lady's antics, but Sasori understood. He dove in after her, reveling in the cool abundance of water. There was water everywhere. And greenery exploded in every area. Bright flowers spread their fragrant petals toward the sun. And the smells of food cooking in the market all mixed with the saltwater to create a smell that could only be described as "home".

Whenever Sakura thought back to her six months in the Arids, she couldn't even begin to put into words her relief at standing on the ship's bow and watching as the beloved palms of her homeland rose up from the horizon.

As she recounted this journey to Itachi, Sakura felt a pang of sudden and intense longing for her home. It must have shown in her expression because she suddenly heard Itachi put his book down. The bench creaked faintly as he scooted over to sit closer to her. Together they stared out into the garden. When Sakura brushed her fingers against Itachi's, he turned pink and cleared his throat needlessly again. But neither of them seemed willing to move their hands away.

“I’d love to see that someday.”

“I’d love to show it to you.”

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"Sasori."

Sasori bolted upright. His head whipped around. Instead of the wooden panels of his cabin in his ship, Sasori found smooth white walls. The rich fragrance of rugosa roses assaulted his senses.

"What are you doing?" Kankuro demanded. He stood at the foot of the bed with his arms folded over his chest. Kankuro was perpetually some shade of sun-kissed bronze. If he wasn't in the palace shadowing his father, he was out on the beach enjoying the sun and the waves. His headscarf was a muted shade of light green today. It wrapped around his short brown hair at an angle, tying to his right with the loose ends brushing his shoulder. In his half-sleeping daze, Sasori idly realized that the color of the fabric was remarkably close to the color of Sakura's eyes.

And then, it occurred to Sasori that the reason this room felt so familiar was that it was Sakura's.

He looked down. He was lying on a soft feather bed. The soft tassels of the throw blanket under him conjured old memories. Rubbing at his eyes, he twisted to look behind him, half-expecting Sakura to be curled up on the mattress beside him like she always was whenever they fell asleep after talking long into the night.

"You must have been completely drunk last night to wander in here. I didn't even know you were back until Temari saw your ship this morning at the docks. And then the guards said you were here,” commented Kankuro as he moved his fists to his hips.

"Why am I in Sakura's room?" wondered Sasori with a groan as he squinted at the sunlight. Kankuro rolled his eyes. There was a layer of black kohl around them. Kankuro claimed that it was originally to help protect his eyes from the desert sand. Temari whispered that it was to make him feel pretty. But all that mattered in that moment was that if Kankuro was up and dressed, then that meant that it was late in the morning.

"That's what I was wondering. Do you remember? Ah, whatever. Get cleaned up and come eat," sighed Kankuro before he left.

And as Sasori sat trying to make sense of his disheveled state, he heard his pocket crinkle. Scowling, he reached into his breast pocket to find a crumpled letter. As he read it over, he suddenly remembered what had prompted him to head straight for a pub to celebrate with his crew.

I’m coming home as soon as the season is over.

Sasori washed up and changed into clean clothes before he headed to meet his cousins.

Gaara, who just returned from a week-long inspection of the island, looked exhausted. Still, he smiled at Sasori and pushed an empty cup over to him. A servant stepped forward to fill it with tea. And then, she gave Gaara a pitying look as she filled his cup as well. He nodded his thanks.

Gaara took his trips to inspect the island very seriously. He scrutinized the various crops and products that the island used to generate income. He asked people about their working conditions and offered help whenever he could. His patience and gentle nature made it easy for others to open up to him. Somehow, he seemed genuinely confused when his siblings joked about his popularity.

“So that buffoon Count Maito was back yesterday," Kankuro announced with glee as soon as Sasori settled in his place at the round table.

Count Maito was one of the two lords who oversaw the island. He had taken an arrow for Sakura when she was just a baby. To show her gratitude, the late Queen had elevated him to the rank of Count, which had caused an uproar in the Queen’s Council on the mainland. After all, Gai was just an islander.

“He’s the last direct son of the island’s chieftains. I’d say that’s noble blood,” Tsunade had replied to the criticism.

“Please, Your Majesty. I beg you to reconsider,” Marquess Shimura had pleaded.

And Tsunade, lowering her spectacles had said: “You may beg. But I am in charge. Not you, Marquess.”

It was a story that all of them wheedled Kurenai to retell every once in a while. It was one of Sakura’s favorite stories about her mother.

Across the table, Sasori outright rolled his eyes. He grabbed a banana and began peeling the soft skin away.

"What does he want this time?" Temari sighed when no one else asked.

“He just wanted to bring the first crop of guava for us to taste. But that man is so…” Kankuro searched for the right word.

Gaara made a very serious face as he tried to think of a word to help his brother. “Irritating,” he supplied as he looked up at them.

His siblings burst into laughter at the grave expression on his face.

“Am I wrong?” Gaara wondered. That only made them laugh louder. Sasori chuckled too, despite the headache pounding at his temples.

Sasori looked down at the banana after he took a bite. It was sweet. It almost tasted like a berry.

“These are excellent. Did Count Maito bring these too?” he queried.

Temari picked up a banana too. Shaking her head, she gestured to her youngest brother with it. “Gaara brought it back from the Caldera.”

The Caldera was the second biggest city on the island. It sat to the north, inside the depression left behind by a volcano that had once spewed fire and boiling stone. It had been centuries since the volcano had woken, but the islanders refused to step foot on that land. The memory of the molten destruction lived on in the stories they passed down from parent to child. Instead, it had become a city for the people who had come to the island from afar. There were those who had left the mainland to escape the cold weather. Others had come from across the Great Salt Ocean from distant nations to the east.

The Hatake family had been good stewards of the land for three generations now. The young Count Hatake had taken over for his late father about six years ago. According to the people who farmed the hills under him, the young Count Hatake was reclusive but fair. He never showed his bare face in public, which had initially generated some strange rumors. Now, everyone accepted it as a small quirk in an otherwise good lord.

“Count Maito’s son is still searching for a wife, apparently. Many of the young ladies from the mainland have turned their nose up at him,” Temari then shared.

"Can you imagine that?" drawled Sasori in response.

“Is it his face?” Temari conjectured, earning a roaring laugh from Kankuro. Gaara looked like he might laugh until he caught Sasori’s look of disgust.

“No. It’s a question of pedigree. They don’t believe him to be of real noble stock,” Sasori replied.

“His family has a title and land. What more do these women want?” Temari scoffed.

“Maybe the sons of noble families have penises that curve in a different direction,” Kankuro joked, earning three dirty looks and one kick under the table.

"I'd punch you, cousin. But I'm still too hungover to bother," sighed Sasori as he stabbed idly at his breakfast with his fork.

“Speaking of marriage, when will you finally allow Lady Sakura to marry? There must be no shortage of suitors lining up to have her hand,” Kankuro teased.

“She doesn’t seem all that interested in marrying anyone right now. There’s no need to push her,” protested Temari while wrinkling her nose, “She's like me."

Kankuro chortled.

"The main difference there is that Lady Sakura is lovely and you're more on the behemoth end of the spectrum," Kankuro answered. Gaara and Sasori moved to grab their teacups before Temari pounced, knocking the table over. As Temari attempted to throttle one of their brother, Gaara calmly took another sip of his tea.

"Should I ask her then?" Sasori inquired as he glanced at Gaara. After some thought, Gaara raised and lowered his thin shoulders in a shrug.

"Lady Sakura once said that part of being a wise leader is to know the value of not taking sides in pointless arguments," Gaara slowly responded. Sasori cracked a smile.

"She was referring to something like this I suppose," Sasori said. They dodged as Kankuro’s foot flailed past them.

Sasori lifted his teacup to his mouth. Then lowered it. “Oh, don’t scratch the floor, Cousin. It’ll leave a mark.”

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BNHA Fic: Blink! Ch. 19

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No spoilers and just a filler chapter while the canon part of the storyline focused on the League of Villains. Also, please note some of the things I’ve written in this chapter are not 100% accurate when it comes to animal behaviour. It’s just bits and pieces I’ve put together from reading some books and watching TV shows.

After the excitement of the Culture Festival died down, U.A. was back to their regularly scheduled classes and quirk training. Just like the first years, the second years were also enduring intensive training in mastering their quirks. Having had her bangles damaged from the raid fight, Ren focused on strengthening her quirk and physical strength more while the Support Department was fixing them.

She had two goals: One, double the distance of her teleport radius and two, arrive at her destination faster. She’s noticed she has a 1-second delay when she uses Flicker due to her reaction time. But thanks to her late night training sessions with Bakugou, Kirishima and Todoroki, her reflexes have exponentially improved, thus shaving off her teleport time to half a second.

“Is it just me or have you gotten faster lately?” Ito panted out and wiped some sweat off of his chin.

“Maybe. You’ve gotten stronger too,” she complimented and noted the cut on the sleeve of her gym uniform.

Ito Kaede’s quirk was Sharpen, where he can transform his limbs into really sharp knives.

“I recently got a better whetstone,” he joked and readied himself to attack again.

Once class finished, they slowly filed back to the main campus for class. As Ren walked on with Tomoe and Seri, she noticed a lot of people looking in their direction.

“What’s with the eyes?” she casually remarked.

“Your reputation must be getting around school from the show,” Tomoe assumed.

“Everyone else’s performance was amazing too.”

“That is true. I have had a few from the support and general studies department confess to me already,” Seri casually added. “But of course, I’ve rejected them all.”

“As expected of the Heartbreaker,” Ren off-handedly remarked with a smirk and shoved her hands into her blazer pockets.

“What ‘bout you, Ren-Ren? Have anyone come up to you yet?” Tomoe asked out of curiosity.

“Of course not,” she abruptly answered as if it was obvious. “I’d ask them to examine their heads if they ever found me attractive.”

“But you are quite adorable, Ren-Ren,” Seri replied. “I’d date you.”

“Aw that’s sweet.”

The pink-haired girl draped her arm around Seri’s shoulder and pecked her on the cheek.

“Hey what about me?” Tomoe pointed to herself. “You’re hurtin’ me here, sweets.”

“You’re a close second,” their owl friend deadpanned.

“Ouch, sloppy seconds,” Ren playfully commented. “Unfortunate, friend.”

“Oh piss off. I’m a fuckin’ catch.”

The three laughed aloud as they headed back into class for lessons. The chill in the air brought Ren’s mind drifting like a leaf in the wind. So much has happened these past few months even though it felt like years.

She never expected to get along so well with 1-A, thinking their relationship would be your typical senpai-kouhai one, but it was the exact opposite. Ren saw them as her equals in ability and mental strength.

They really will be the shining generation of heroes after U.A.

“So the thing with Togata-senpai the other night,” Seri casually brought up. “What was with that hug?”

“Just Mirio-senpai doin’ his thing as usual, I guess.” She huffed a surprised chuckle and lightly shrugged. “You’d think after knowing him for this long, he’d run out of surprises.”

“You don’t think there’s a chance he may–”

“Nope.” She confidently confirmed. “He’s got a lot going on right now. Last thing he needs is to be in a relationship with someone.”

��Are you saying that to convince yourself or…?” Tomoe questioned, making Ren slowly turn back with a hint of annoyance.

“I got my closure. It’s all sorted out.”

All Tomoe and Seri could do was exchange dubious glances at one another.

As classes ended for the day, Ren bundled herself into her self-made red infinity scarf to keep the chill away while walking back to Heights Alliance. Looking down at her accessory, she saw a stray piece of yarn unraveling. Glaring down at it with a sense of compulsion, she rubbed the fabric between her index and thumb.

“I should fix this.”

Dinner tonight was beef stew in the 1-A dorms. Ren asked Bakugou and Iida to help with the prep work, much to the former’s complaints. Soon after, the whole floor was engulfed with a sense of warmth and aroma from the stew. The stomachs of everyone growled loudly, as if begging the chef to hurry up and finish cooking. With their appetites satiated, Ren sat down in the common area with some of the students. Jiro casually glanced over at her phone’s lock screen.

“Ren, who’s the dog?” the earphone jack girl asked. “It’s adorable.”

“Oh, that’s Skye*.”

She turned her screen to give her a better look, with a few other students piling over Jiro’s shoulder to see.

“Aw, she’s so cute!” Hagakure squealed. “So floofy!”

“She was the best dog...” Ren trailed off with a sad smile. “I still miss her.”

“Oh that’s right… you mentioned she passed away,” Yaoyorozu said with regret. “Have you and your mother thought about getting another one?”

She shook her head. “It wouldn’t be fair to the dog. My mom already works crazy hours and I’m here,” she reasoned. “They’d be too lonely.”

“You really love dogs, don’t you senpai?” Uraraka gushed with a matching smile.

“All animals are pure and good in this world. We don’t deserve them,” she firmly stated.

Sunday quietly crept up and for once, Ren was free to leisurely do what she wanted. Looking at her hung up scarf on the wall hook, she was going to go off campus for some shopping. Having already gone through the proper steps in getting permission to leave, she put on a long, thick white and gray stripped sweater dress with skinny jeans and grabbed her leather jacket from the closet and the rest of her accessories to stay as warm as she can.

Closing the door to her room, she went to the elevator and pressed the call button for it. Moments later, the door opened to reveal a familiar bi-colour haired boy already inside and greeted one another. He was wearing a tweed jacket with a black turtleneck. His bottoms were casual slacks.

“Heading out today, senpai?” he asked.

“I gotta get something in town. You?”

“I’m going to visit my mom at the hospital.”

“Hospital?” Her concern grew with a matching expression. “Is she okay?”

“Ah, yeah. It’s just...” He awkwardly rubbed the back of his head. “It’s complicated.”

“Gotcha.”

A mild, tense silence filled the elevator ride. It was Todoroki who broke it.

“Would you… like to come with?”

Ren glanced up at the tall boy with surprise.

“To the hospital?”

“Y-yeah… Unless you don’t want to,” he stuttered out.

“Where is it?”

“It’s the private hospital in Musutafu.”

“If you don’t mind me tagging along, sure. It’s along the way for me.”

Heading out of the dorms together, they put their shoes on and exited. Ren readjusted her scarf and hat as the condensation from her breath escaped the wintry airs. One of the pro-heroes assigned as a chaperone to the train station rendezvous at the school’s entrance. Dropping them off at the nearest block due to traffic, the two U.A. students hopped on the train in silence. About thirty minutes later, they arrived at their station and got off.

“It’s getting cold fast,” she shivered and bundled her hands into her jacket pockets. Her shoulders shrugged up the moment they left the station. “You must be okay in weather like this with your quirk, right?”

“I guess…” Todoroki shrugged. “I haven’t really thought about it much.”

After a short ten minute walk, they arrived to the hospital. A gush of warm air welcomed the two newcomers. They entered the elevator and he pressed the button for the designated floor. Other nurses and doctors filed in, pressing their respective destinations. The pink-haired girl removed her hat as she quietly followed a few steps behind the dual-hair colored boy after they got to their floor.

They passed a sign on the wall reading “Psych Ward.”

Ren couldn’t help but feel a mixture of loneliness, yearning and comfort coming from him during the commute. Just what happened in his childhood that made him into who he is? She wanted to ask, but felt it wasn’t her place to. Sure, they were friends and got along well with one another, but the blurred lines of where she stood with him made her hesitate in taking that step forward.

He stopped at the entrance to his mom’s room and looked at Ren, whose eyes were currently downcast at the floor.

“Senpai, are you okay?” he asked with worry, jolting her head up and out of her thoughts.

“Hm? Yeah. I’m good,” she responded and flashed a quick smile. “I’ll… wait out here for you.”

“I’m sure my mother wouldn’t mind meeting you,” he softly replied with a small smile that didn’t reach his eyes and opened the door. He entered and greeted the person inside. Taking quick deep breaths, she slowly followed him into a brightly lit room. A woman with snow white hair like Todoroki’s right half sat by the window, looking up at her son and smiling. Her gaze then went to Ren’s.

“Oh hello,” she warmly greeted. “And who may you be?”

“A-ah, I’m Takahiro Ren,” she introduced and stiffly bowed like Iida. “I’m currently class 1-A’s resident advisor and a second year at U.A. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

“Oh, you’re Shouto’s senpai? And here I thought you were his girlfriend,” she replied in a motherly manner and chuckled. Ren immediately sucked in a quick breath as a tint of pink dyed the apples of her cheeks.

“We both happen to be headed the same way and he asked me to join him,” Ren politely explained, feeling the nervous sweat exude from her palms. Todoroki’s mom’s pale and thin hand gestured her to sit down on to the empty seat next to her son, to which she did rigidly out of nervousness.

“I got your letters, Shouto,” his mom told her son. “How have your provisional classes been going?”

“They’re tough, but I’m learning a lot.”

“The final test is coming up soon, yes?”

He nodded.

“It’ll be around December,” he confirmed.

“Well, Takahiro-san,” Mrs. Todoroki addressed the R.A. and placed a gentle hand on top of her son’s head. “Please take good care of my son. He’s very bright and talented, but sometimes he has trouble asking for help.”

“He’s been making good progress, so I don’t think you have much to worry about,” Ren endorsed with confidence, making the boy look down bashfully. A small sense of warmth bloomed in his chest. “Todoroki-kun will definitely get his license and he’ll be a hero you can be proud of.”

Mrs. Todoroki gave her a beaming smile and replied, “I’m already proud of my son.”

The three talk for a bit longer before heading out. Ren bowed once more before leaving the room with the younger Todoroki following.

“You’re the first person other than my siblings to see my mom,” he revealed. “Thank you… for coming with me.”

“You’re the one who invited me,” she quietly replied, still surprised by what he jus said. “I should be thanking you.”

The two teenagers walked on with their quiet footsteps echoing in the corridor.

“Your mom... She’s really kind,” she finally spoke up. “And she looks well.”

“The doctors said she’s been making good progress due to her hard work.”

“I’m sure your visits are helping with her recovery too.”

Todoroki stopped in his steps and turned to give Ren a grateful smile.

“I hope so.”

The two exited the hospital and back into the cold. The strong wind blew at their faces, making Ren squeeze her eyes close with an extremely displeased expression.

“I wanna drink hot chocolate and eat all the warm things,” she groaned out.

“I know a place,” Todoroki suggested. “It’s a bit of a walk though.”

“Anywhere is fine but outside,” she shivered and placed her hands in her underarms.

“You really can’t deal with the cold, can you?” he teased with a smirk.

“I’m rather sensitive to it,” she revealed and adjusted her scarf to minimize skin exposure. “Flicker’s lag gets worse in extreme weather conditions.”

“Lag?”

“The time between I can react to get from point A to B.”

She froze and blinked dumbly, realizing she let slip of one of her weaknesses.

“Interesting,” Todoroki remarked and placed the knuckle of his index finger to his chin.

“You’re gonna use it against me in sparring, aren’t you?” Ren flatly asked, already knowing the answer.

“Maybe.”

“’Maybe’, he says,” she mocked and huffed a breath.

Realizing the walk was a lot longer than anticipated, Todoroki looked down to his left at Ren’s bundled form. The lower half of her face was buried into her red scarf, shoulders shrugged up with her hands in her pockets. Her white breath could be seen floating up into the air. She looked miserable.

While waiting at a walk light, he casually placed his left hand under her scarf and let a small amount of controlled heat from his palm at the back of her neck. He could feel the tense muscles from her shoulders loosen up as she gradually brought them down.

Noticing the sudden warmth around her neck, Ren glanced up at the duo-quirk user staring straight on nonchalantly and noticed the wrist of his left arm draped on her shoulder. She leaned into his hand a bit and smiled to herself underneath her scarf. The light turned green for the pedestrians. The two followed foot traffic all the while Todoroki kept his hand stationary and walked beside her to keep her warm. After a few twists and turns into streets and the two reached their destination.

It was a dog cafe.

Before she could say anything, the boy took her by the wrist and guided her inside. She looked around in amazement to see the brightly lit space with white paneled walls decorated with dog themed items, from mugs to t-shirts to treats. One of the store staff greeted the two and seated them before handing them two menus: one of which was a standard food menu, the other was a dog menu where they can choose which four-legged companion to keep you company.

The two removed their jackets and accessories to settle in. The warmth from Todoroki’s hand slowly seeped away from her neck upon removing her scarf. But before Ren could even ask anything, her friend immediately answered.

“I overheard your conversation about your dog the other day,” he began. “And I looked up nearby dog cafes to take you to. As I was about to ask if you were free this weekend, it just worked out that you were headed out to town today since I had to visit my mom.”

“Wow.” She blinked a few times in amazement. “And everything went according to your plan.”

“I’m just as surprised as you are.”

“But why would you go out of your way to do this?” she asked out of genuine curiosity.

He paused for a short moment, trying to gather his thoughts.

“You sounded so sad… when you were talking about your dog,” he shyly mumbled out, not knowing what was coming out of his mouth right now. “I guess, this is my way of thanking you… for helping me through my stuff and lending me your shoulder.”

His eyes quickly shifted down to the menu, which was very appealing for a distraction right now. He brought his right hand up and rested his fingers on his nose bridge, trying to hide his oncoming blush. Not knowing what to say, Ren picked up the dog menu and stared intently at a random spot on it, biting her lower lip.

Moments later, the server returned to their table, asking if they were ready to order. She took this chance to ask about the dogs as a way to distract herself from the awkwardness.

“Is it possible for me to go in and let the dog pick me instead? Of course, with one of your staff members supervising.”

“Unfortunately, only staff are allowed back there,” he regretfully replied. “While I do understand your logic, it’s for safety reasons.”

“No, no. I get it,” she replied with a tone of understanding.

“But I could let you see the dogs through the window instead,” the server suggested as a halfway happy option.

Ren’s eyes lit up with joy and practically leaped out of her seat with Todoroki in tow by his wrist. The server brought them to the window and several dogs could be seen in the room; some were playing while others were chilling out and napping. She couldn’t help but gush at the adorable fluff balls of joy. Then she spotted a gray and white colored poodle-maltese mix in the far corner sitting on its own, watching three dogs tugging at a toy with each other.

“That one in the corner, please,” she requested.

“Ah, Hiroki is… a bit problematic,” the server nervously said. “We’ve been having trouble socializing him and doesn’t seem interested in anything.”

“I can help with that,” she confidently stated. “Can you put me in a room with him? With a staff member for supervision, of course.”

“Senpai, what do you intend to do?” Todoroki asked.

“Skye was the same way when we adopted her,” Ren softly answered. “She came from a home where the owners neglected her and didn’t trust humans because of it. It took a while to coax her out of her shell.”

“I’ll talk to my supervisor and see what they can do,” the staff obliged.

Moments later, the supervisor came up to talk to Ren about procedure, to which she fully understood. If the dog was to show any sort of aggression at her, they would step in. Ren and Todoroki slowly entered and closed the door behind them. Some of the other dogs came up to give them a smell and jumped up on their leg, wanting to play. Hiroki, however, looked at them passively.

Taking a few steps in, she sat down by the wall with him following suit.

“So… what do we do now?” he asked.

“We wait. Hiroki needs to approach first so we don’t scare him.”

She took out a bag of treats given by the staff. All of the dog’s ears, including Hiroki’s, perked up upon hearing the crinkle of plastic.

“Oh, you want one don’t you?” she coaxed and broke off a few small pieces of biscuit to chuck in various directions. When one piece landed nearby the anti-social pooch, the dog sniffed and accepted it. She threw another piece at him and turned her attention to Todoroki.

“Thanks for warming me up on the way here.” She gave him a soft smile, ignoring the dog for a moment. Some of the friendlier ones circled them and sat nearby the two for attention. The two teenagers gave them casual pets on their heads.

“We can’t have you catching a cold with final exams coming up,” he passively answered.

“Your flames… They’re different from your dad’s,” she suddenly let out.

“How do you mean?”

“It’s kind and radiates life. It’s… gentle and comforting.”

She turned her attention back to the dog, who was now staring intently in their direction with his tail wagging with curiosity. Breaking off another piece of biscuit, she threw it in a different direction, with the dogs pattering after it.

What Ren didn’t notice was the look of surprise on Todoroki’s face. The left side he’s hated for so long because of its constant reminder of his dad was… gentle?

“Why do you say these things?” He looked down at his strained left hand. “This fire isn’t kind. It’s...”

“It’s kind because you are,” she interrupted his train of thought.

He looked up with glistening hetero-chromatic eyes into Ren’s tender hazel-green ones. As her hand started reaching up to touch his scar, the attention suddenly shifted when she felt something crawl up her leg; it was Hiroki grabbing the remaining piece of biscuit in her hand. Succeeding in his mission, he splayed out on her lap and gnawed on the treat, getting crumbs all over in the process.

“I knew you’d come around,” she looked down at the dog and drew her attention back.

He remained on her lap even after finishing the treat. She slowly brought her left hand up in the form of a loose fist up to his nose. Hiroki gave it a lazy sniff and licked her knuckles a few times. She stayed this way until the pup got impatient and started pawing at her hand to pet him.

“Needy little thing, aren’t you,” she cooed out in between chuckles and gently scratched under his chin. “Just needed some patience and love, didn’tcha?”

Todoroki could only look on stunned and in amazement. She was able to entice this dog who everyone was afraid to approach to its current state. Ren looked back up at him with a smile.

“Give me your hand.”

He absentmindedly reached his right out into her palm, to which she gently cupped it into a loose fist. She then brought it down slowly near Hiroki’s nose, to which he got curious about and crawled over to inspect the new limb. The dog’s cold and wet nose on Todoroki’s knuckle made his muscles jolt a little from the touch, but soon got used to it.

He eventually lost interest and went back to Ren for more pets and cuddles.

“I don’t think he likes me,” the boy dejectedly assumed.

“Not necessarily. He’s got your scent and doesn’t think you’re a threat, is all,” she reassured.

“But he’s all over you.”

“Because I have treats.”

Watching her play with the dog some more, it was then he realized how at peace she looked. He discreetly took his phone out and snapped a candid photo of her smiling with Hiroki on her chest licking her chin. Upon hearing the sound of the shutter, she immediately turned to him like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Delete that. Right now,” she flatly demanded.

“Nope. It’ll be my keepsake.”

“Then I’ll just have to snap pictures of you,” she suggested. “I think that’s a fair trade.”

“If you can even manage to,” Todoroki challenged.

She cocked one eyebrow at him with a smirk.

“Oh you’re on, peppermint,” she teased and stood up holding Hiroki in her arms. The supervisor was amazed at how she handled the dog and the two got into conversation about how to train him moving forward. Moments later, they found themselves back at the table they were seated with their new friend in tow.

They finally managed to order lunch and played with Hiroki until it came. At one point, Ren dropped the animal into Todoroki’s lap and neither one knew what to do with each other. After watching how she picked him up, his successful attempt to hold the furry beast made her snicker as she snapped a picture. He merely stuttered when he heard the shutter go off, only to have her snap a few more for good measure. The look on his blushing face being caught off guard was priceless.

“This is so gonna be your caller ID on my phone,” she laughed as she was setting it.

“Senpai,” he quivered out, still holding Hiroki stiffly. “Please delete it.”

“Only if you delete mine.”

“I refuse.”

“Then I refuse too.” She flashed an arrogant smirk at him. “You challenged the wrong girl, Todoroki.”

One of the staff members assisted him with Hiroki as they served them food while another brought a high chair for the dog to sit with them. Wiping their hands with the wet naps given, they dug into their lunch as their puppy friend munched on some kibble. Ren took her mug of hot chocolate and brought it to her nose, enjoying the aroma.

Then came the shutter sound from across the table, followed with a glower from her.

“It’s like that huh?”

“It’s like that,” Todoroki taunted.

What was supposed to be a relaxing time turned into a competition of who can snap the most candids of one another. They called a truce the moment they got one of each other with whipped cream on the tips of their respective noses from the hot chocolate and laughed. The moment the check came, it was an all out war settled with janken, to which Ren lost yet again. Todoroki ended up paying in full, something he intended to from the start.

But beating her made the victory that much better.

“One day, I’ll win,” she declared. “I can’t be bad at janken forever.”

“I wish you would so I can keep winning against you,” the boy teased as they exited the cafe.

The wind greeted them with a cool whip of biting chill, making Ren groan into her scarf. The two made their way back to the main street and walked a bit further to find themselves entering small a yarn store.

“Senpai, you knit?”

“It’s one of the many things I picked up when I was younger to relax from my ‘other hobby’,” she explained while looking over the yarn selections. “Plus, it saves me money in having to buy overpriced sweaters in department stores.”

She found a roll of yarn that was the perfect shade of peach pink and placed two into her basket before moving on.

“What are you thinking of making?” Todoroki asked and looked around the store casually.

“Something for Eri-chan.”

“Eri-chan?”

“The little girl who was with Mirio-senpai during the festival,” she reminded. “I want to make her something warm this winter.”

A peaceful smile graced her lips as she looked at the other selections of yarn. After wandering for another moment, she got all she needed and paid. Exiting the store, they looked up at the sky painted a fiery orange with clouds floating on as the sun decided to call it an early day and retire. As they were a few blocks near the train station, a sudden explosion rocked the peace away. Pedestrians started screaming and running from the commotion. Ren and Todoroki looked at each other and ran to it.

It was a small apartment building that was smashed in with a big and burly low rank looking villain standing not too far away laughing manically. He then turned around and that’s when she saw it: the black tongue and blood-shot eyes.

He was on a quirk-booster.

They were on a narrow street, which wasn’t optimal for Todoroki’s quirks since it may damage surrounding buildings. And with her bangles still being repaired, she had to fight with her abilities and quirk alone.

“Todo-kun, assist with the rescue of the victims in the building. I’ll fight,” she instructed as she placed her shopping bag down. “Let’s make this quick.”

“But–”

“Did you forget I have my license? As long as you’re with me, you’re fine.”

She ran on ahead and teleported up to the roof of the closest building while Todoroki used his ice to travel on and to put out the fire.

“It’s the villain’s time to shine!” the man cackled out as a heavy heel drop landed right on his skull by Ren. She zipped away to a safer distance. The man was barely stunned and looked at her with menacing eyes.

“Oh, let’s play, little girl.”

“Shove it, bowling ball.”

Going on the offensive, she went for a frontal attack and landed a hard punch to his stomach, throwing him back only a few steps.

He laughed again and taunted, “That’s all you got?! Even mosquitoes hit harder than that.”

The rotund man charged and swung a fist at her. Due to her current lag from the cold, she barely managed to dodge on time and got away with a few scrapes on the sleeves of her jacket and face. From her peripheral, a stream of ice traveled down the street and encased the villain’s left leg before landing on the balls of her feet.

“I’ve double checked the building and made sure there it was empty,” he caught her up with the situation. “What about him?”

“He’s on boosters,” Ren updated her partner. The villain growled as he struggled to free his leg against the ice. “Keep holding him down. I’m going up.”

“Got it.”

Not letting her guard down, she remained on the attack and zipped up into the sky while the bi-hair coloured boy released more of his ice, now trapping both his legs to distract the criminal. Free falling to build up momentum, she somersaulted and finished the villain off with a heavy stomp to his abdomen and wedged him into the pavement.

He heaved out his stomach contents onto his person and was knocked unconscious from the force. Ren quickly turned and used Todoroki as her phase point to return. Not realizing she moved too fast into teleporting, she accidentally knocked into the boy with a little more force than she liked upon reappearing. He let out a soft grunt and caught her between his arms in a loose embrace.

“S-Sorry! I overshot my momentum.”

She looked up and hurriedly stuttered before stiffly pushing herself off his torso. Her cheeks were dusted red from a combination of the cold, the fight and sheer embarrassment.

“It’s fine.”

By the time the cops came, a safety perimeter had been created and the villain was now in cuffs. With the drugs out of his system, he reverted to a malnourished version of what Ren fought. She explained to the officers what happened and showed her license to them for good measure so Todoroki wouldn’t get in trouble. After the debrief finished, the two walked past the victims, one of which was a crying young boy by himself wearing nothing but a thin long sleeve shirt and pants. Stopping in her steps, she walked up to him and knelt down.

“Hey, what’s your name?” she asked in a gentle voice.

“T-Tairo,” he hiccuped.

“Tairo-kun, where are your parents?”

“M-Mom n’ dad are workin’ and w-won’t be back un-until late-e,” he sniffled out and shivered.

Ren took her scarf off and draped it over the cold boy. Suddenly feeling the warm enveloping him, he slowly stopped. She patted him on the head and gently smiled.

“I’m going to get a police officer over here so you can get to your parents, okay?”

Tairo furiously nodded and thanked her. She grabbed an officer when she stood back up and told her about the details of the child, to which they immediately acted on, before walking back to Todoroki.

“Is everything okay?”

She glanced over at the young boy again with softened eyes, who was now hugging the accessory she gave him with a hopeful smile, his tears fully dried. His eyes slowly followed after.

“Yeah… we’re good.”

As they walked past the caution taped crowd, applause and whistles erupted from the pedestrians, thanking them for their help. The two couldn’t help but smirk and bowed before heading back to grab their belongings and head back to U.A. The train ride back was crowded and cramped.

“God, I don’t miss this,” she groaned out and found herself uncomfortably pinned between a railing and the corner of the door.

With the train pulling into another stop, a shift of commuters made no leeway in freeing up space. Todoroki found himself being shoved up onto Ren. Her face planted into his chest while her arms wrapped around his torso for balance. His arms were perched above her head by the elbows on the glass part of the door, trying to shield her from anyone hitting her. Both felt part of their breath knocked from their bodies from the friction.

“You okay?” she looked up and asked with a look of concern.

“I’m fine,” he groaned out and looked down. “You?”

“I’m shoved up against my human shield and can barely breathe,” she quipped. “But I’ll live. You have it harder than I do right now.”

“Glad of you to notice.”

Several uncomfortable train stops later, the crowd of riders gradually dissipated. Both Ren and Todoroki let out a sigh of relief. Realizing she was still hugging him, her hands immediately released, only to be thrown back into him from the jerk of the train cart from switching tracks. She yelped as her face hit his chest hard. Ren let out a muffled groan into him and lifted her head up with a displeased expression. Her nose bridge and chin were throbbing with a numb pain. Todoroki couldn’t help but let out a snicker.

“Y’know, for someone so muscular, I had to hit the one bony spot on your chest,” she griped and rubbed her chin.

“I’ll be sure to specifically work out that one bony spot then.”

Finally reaching their station, they got off the train and exited. The sky was now pitch black with stars slowly coming out to play. The two’s white breath swirled up and mixed while walking back to campus. Ren’s teeth audibly chattered en route, rolling herself into her leather jacket further and pulled her hat down. Todoroki walked closer to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

“What are you–”

A sudden surge of comfortable warmth radiated from his left side as he turned away from her, his cheeks red from the wind.

“As long as I’m keeping you warm like this, you won’t get sick,” he spoke in a low voice. “That’s fine, right?”

She rolled her lips in and hesitantly nodded, looking down at her moving feet. The two walked in silence until they got past the gates.

“I-I think I’ll be okay from here.”

He turned to look down at her and never realized how short she was next to him. Ren looked like a fragile creature that needed protecting from the elements.

“Are… you sure?”

“Yeah. I mean...” She scratched the back of her head, avoiding eye contact. “You draping your arm ‘round me like that? People might think we’re a couple and stuff.”

“Oh… I didn’t even think of that,” he realized. “I’m sorry.”

“I-It’s fine. You were just being considerate. So… thank you.”

She gave him a warm smile that could thaw the coldest of ice he could generate with his right. He felt his heartbeat suddenly increase as smoke trailed up his left shoulder.

“U-Uh, Todo-kun?” She pointed to his shoulder. “You’re catching fire.”

He quickly turned and immediately patted himself out with his ice quirk and clicked his tongue.

“Let me guess, favorite jacket?”

“And this is why I can��t have nice things,” he sighed as she chuckled.

Ren walked up to him and tip-toed up to his shoulder to analyze the burn.

“Eh it could’ve been worse. Gives it character,” she joked.

Immediately looking up, she didn’t realize how close their faces were to each other. Todoroki carelessly reached up and tucked a loose hair strand behind her ear, their eyes not leaving one another. The cold surrounding them suddenly felt like a balmy spring day. His hand hovered by the side of her neck as his thumb brushed against her cheek and felt something sticky.

“You’re hurt,” he whispered and saw his thumb had a crimson smudge.

“O-Oh.” She pulled away and took off her glove to feel her cheek with her palm. Looking down, there was a bloody imprint of a cut. “Must’ve happened during the fight. I’ll get it cleaned up.”

The two made their way back to the dorms in haste, with Ren entering first and hurried upstairs to clean the superficial cut. Todoroki came in not too long after and slowly removed his shoes.

“Todoroki-kun, you okay?” Midoriya asked.

“Yeah, why?”

“Your face is really red.”

“It was really windy out today,” he half-lied.

A series of suspicious ‘hmms’ came from the couches of the common room. Deciding to ignore them, he took the stairs to his room to change out of his outside clothes before showering. After a long day, the dual-hair colored boy decided to relax in the silence of his room. Taking his phone from his desk, he unlocked it and scrolled through his photos to find all the ones he took of Ren today.

Smiling to himself, he clicked on one of the candids where he got her mid-conversation at the dog cafe with a smirk on her face. He swiped right and it was the one where she got whipped cream on the tip of her nose. Her face was scrunched up in the frame, making him audibly chuckle.

He’s been finding himself gravitating toward her more and more lately, but didn’t understand why.

Was it because she’s so effortless to be around?

Or was it because she always seemed to know how he was feeling?

Curiosity and confusion peaking, he pulled up the search app on his phone and typed in specific keywords. The top results pulled up blog posts and dating articles from various magazine websites with titles like, “Knowing Your Crush,” “Top 15 Dead Giveaways You Like Someone,” and “Make Your Crush Notice You! The Tried and True 5-Step Plan.”

Although some of the results were super obvious on it being click bait, Todoroki carefully scanned the results and clicked on the ones that looked the most reliable. After reading through the fifth article, he heaved out a long sigh while pinching his nose bridge and squeezed his eyes shut. They all said the same thing: if you find them to constantly be on your mind and notice yourself acting out of character, you have feelings for them.

He had a crush? On Ren-senpai?

Sure, they were friends and he respects her, but were his feelings really on a more romantic scale?

Unable to sort out any more of these new discoveries about himself in his head, he closed his phone and plugged it back into the charger before going to bed. The screen woke up to his lock screen being the sleeping photo of him and her Jiro took.

*Reference to the one-shot I wrote titled “Cloud.”

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nilim · 6 years

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First kiss! Scanlan or Nott idk, whichever one you wanna do more, though i might be too late to send prompts.

So, the concept of Scanlan’s first kiss was a premise that immediately intrigued me because I never really thought about it before. Because, well… he’s Scanlan. Sometimes it feels like he materialized into Exandria fully sexualized. But he didn’t, of course. So it was fun exploring that more innocent part of his history. A character study and coming of age story, if you will.

Also, this story was inspired by Sam’s throw-away line that ‘kissing a half-elf man’ was ‘teenage years, baby.’

Warning: This thing is LONG. 11k.

Enjoy.

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A passing cart splashed through a large puddle, sloshing water across Scanlan’s boots as he ducked out of its way. The lasts remnants of a passing rainstorm were giving way to blue skies and the city’s streets were gleaming; mist steaming off the cobblestones as they warmed up in the sunlight. Scanlan ignored the new stains to his boots, his focus entirely on the balding, well-dressed gentleman walking on the opposite sidewalk.

Making his way through the crowds, the man seemed somewhat harried trying to hurry his wife along. Decked out in a long, green coat, the plump woman was entirely too wrapped up in her own little world to notice her husband’s frustration. She wore a soft, kind smile and had ooh-ed and ah-ed at every window display, market-stall and stray cat the couple had come across for at least half a block. Scanlan knew this, because they were the reason he was crossing the street in the first place.

As man and gnome approached each other, Scanlan ducked low and removed his frayed, purple beret with a practiced flourish.

“Spare a coin, mister?” He asked, his voice pitched slightly higher to help create the impression of youthful naivety. The man gave him a quick a look - an expression Scanlan was sure he only spared for things he normally found underneath his boots - and angrily pushed past him.

“Out of my way, boy.”

Scanlan quickly stepped aside, ducking even lower while clutching his beret to his chest. “Sorry, sir!”

His voice apologetic, he adopted a mournful expression. Like that of a kicked puppy. He waited a beat and then - right on cue - looked up, locking eyes with the woman trailing behind her husband. Scanlan could feel actual tears brimming in the corners of his eyes.

He was pretty proud of himself.

“Oh, Harold. He looks hungry. Can we not spare a few coins?” The woman said, turning towards her husband with a worried look. The man looked back, flustered.

“Agnes…”

Scanlan could see they were about to get into an argument, so he interjected;

“That’s okay, miss! It’s entirely my fault, I can see you are in quite the hurry and I should never have b-bothered such nice people.” He wiped at the corners of his eyes with the long, dirty sleeve of his tunic. “I’m sure I don’t know what I was thinking…”

He made as if to leave, but before stepping off the pavement he turned back towards the woman.

“Please don’t worry about me, miss. I’m quite sure I will be able to find some leftover bread behind the bakery tomorrow. The baker sometimes throws away perfectly good loaves, you see, only partially moulded!”

A subtle expression of horror flickered across the woman’s face and she cast a look at her husband, who was staring daggers at Scanlan. The gnome’s expression of solemn sincerity didn’t waver under this scrutiny.

“Agnes, please-” The husband began, trying to get his wife moving again. The large woman could not be budged, letting go of her husband’s hand as she started digging for her purse.

“No. That’s it, Harold. I will not have this… child eat rotten foods and starve in a gutter somewhere!” She produced her purse and started counting out coins, her husband’s eyes boggling at the amount. A vein popped in his forehead.

Fidgeting with his beret, Scanlan stared down at his feet, afraid any look he might give the man might infuriate him further. Such things could tip the precarious situation into an entirely different direction.

“Here you go.” The woman said, her voice soft and caring as she held out her hand. Scanlan held up his beret, still avoiding eye-contact.

“You’re too kind, miss. Thank you very much-” As he felt the coins being deposited, he caught the flash of a golden sun on one of the woman’s rings. Without missing a beat, he added; “-Pelor’s blessing be upon you both!”

The man made a soft, disgusted noise. Maybe that last comment had been a bit much, Scanlan admitted. But he wasn’t going to stick around to find out.

Bowing, he stepped off the pavement and spun around to hurry back across the street. Clutching his beret to his chest, he weaved through the crowd of people on the other sidewalk. He walked past a couple of blacksmiths before ducking into a shaded alleyway. As the sounds of the city fell away, he found a hiding spot behind a couple of stacked beer barrels. Finally feeling secure, he opened his hands and looked at his prize.

There was gold in there. More than one coin.

Scanlan’s heart hammered inside his chest. There was enough here to pay for at least a week worth of lodging at the Silver Heron. It was a lot more than he had expected.

Eyeing his spoils in wonderment, his reverie was interrupted by a long, low whistle behind him. He froze.

“That’s a nice sum you got.” A girl’s voice whispered in his ear. Recognizing the voice, Scanlan felt relief wash over him. He quickly pocketed the money before turning around with a forced smile.

“I do my best.” He replied, eyeing the girl leaning over his shoulder. A human child, she was a couple of years younger than him, probably around 13-14 years old. She was crouching low on one of the barrels, wearing a ragged grey dress and green stockings. She had in all likelihood dropped down from one of the roofs above and snuck up on him, quiet as a mouse. Which was why it was her nickname.

“You know Aron is going to beat the shit out of you if he finds out you’ve been scamming on his turf.” She pointed out, dangling her legs off the large oak barrel, using a dirty fingernail to pick out something between her teeth.

“True…,” Scanlan eyed her briefly, then rummaged in his pockets and flipped her a silvered coin. Eyes sharp as a hawk, the girl snatched the coin from the air before it had got a chance to complete its arc. “Which is why… he’s not going to find out now, is he?”

“Hm.” She pocketed the coin and silently watched him as he fixed his beret. Scanlan wiped some dirt from his tunic and looked down at his feet. Not much to be done about his boots, for now.

“You off to that silly tavern of yours, then?” She asked as he started moving towards the street. He deemed the question not worthy of an answer, until she called after him; “I don’t know why you like that place so much.”

Scanlan stopped and let out a heavy sigh. “I like it, because there’s music.”

“Lots of places got music.”

Scanlan grit his teeth. “No… Many places have an idiot with a flute making some noise.”

He thought about the Silver Heron. The tall, leaded windows. The pipe-smoke filled hallways lit up with silver sconces. The shining, oak bannisters of the second-floor balcony, which looked out onto the crowded barroom below. The diverse cast of patrons - drinking, laughing - all listening to the single minstrell, alone up on the narrow crescent-shaped stage. He turned towards the girl, smiling:

“This place has got music, Mouse.”

She rolled her eyes at him.

—

The small barroom was rowdy, every inch of the tavern packed with people enjoying an evening of drinks and entertainment. Dodging between individuals thrice his size, Scanlan had to do his best not to get squashed or trampled by throngs of people trying to get another beer at the bar. His head was spinning with sounds and songs and, music.

Earlier in the evening he had found a tiny spot up on the balcony, his small frame making it easy to watch through the carved wooden posts supporting the balustrade. He had spent the better part of three hours watching assorted musicians take center stage down below. A beautiful black-haired woman had sang a mournful song of tragedy and lost love in the Dunrock Mountains while Scanlan observed young men weep; a young Half-elf man had played a long ballad of an old sailor lost on the Ozmit sea, weaving words so playfully Scanlan had felt like he was there among the waves; and three dwarven brothers had played joyful, traditional dwarven tunes which had gotten half the patrons up and dancing.

Thirsty, Scanlan had left his spot to acquire some drinks while down below a young lady with a fiddle had started up a cheerful melody. Halfway down the stairs he spotted his chance when a large tray carried by a sturdy barmaid bounced past him just within arm’s reach. Reaching past the bannisters, he swiped a large tankard of ale while throwing down a few coppers on her tray in payment. Shouldering his way back upstairs he protected his drink from the careless elbows and staggering legs of drunk patrons. As he was about to set down the tankard on the floor to retake his spot, a large meaty hand shot out and grabbed his right arm, jerking him backwards.

“Oi!” Scanlan shouted, splashing ale over half his tunic. A large, middle-aged man was standing over him, a scraggly ginger beard doing a poor job at hiding his double chin and red, bulging cheeks.

“What do you think you’re doing, street rat?” He bellowed, spittle flying from his mouth. Scanlan flinched, shrinking back towards the wall.

“I paid for it!” He replied immediately, his voice not so much defiant as tinged with panic. He winced at the sound and took a second to compose himself. Looking up, he met the man’s gaze with renewed confidence. “I paid for it fair and square.”

“Hrmpf,” The man straightened up, eyeing Scanlan with a suspicious look on his face. But Scanlan’s now calm demeanour seemed to settle him down somewhat. The man crossed his arms.

“You’ve had your fun, boy. Time to go. We ain’t in the habit of entertaining every hoodlum wanting to spent an evening ogling young women.”

Scanlan put his hands on his hips, cocking his head. “But apparently this business is in the habit of throwing out paying customers willy-nilly? Seems like a bad investment.”

“Guests only.” The man rumbled, reaching out to grab Scanlan’s vest - but seeing the move coming the small gnome danced out of the way.

“Well, you’re in luck! I’m a guest,” He grinned, and quickly produced a handful of gold coins. “And I can pay.”

The man glared at the coins. “You a thieving scoundrel as well, then? We don’t take no stolen money.”

Scanlan felt a wave of annoyance flare up inside of him. “I’ve never stolen a damn thing in my entire life.” He spat back, glaring at the man.

“Oh, come on, Fabien, let the boy be. He appreciates the music, which is more than I can say for half the people here.”

Scanlan peered past the innkeeper to see who had spoken up, and noticed a youthful Half-elf leaning against the wall next to the stairs. The young man had short, curly brown hair and wore a simple blue tunic with a white vest. Scanlan recognized him by the well-worn intricately carved lute slung across his shoulder. It was one of the minstrels who had played earlier.

The young man pushed off against the wall and shrugged, giving the innkeeper with an amused look. “And he’s got a point, when are we in a habit of turning away paying guests?”

Locking his sharp green eyes with Scanlan’s, he added; “I’ll vouch for him.”

The taller man - Fabien - grunted and looked between the young Half-elf and Scanlan, conflict playing out on his face. After a long pause, he finally seemed to come to a decision and swiped Scanlan’s gold from his hands. As he turned, he gave the younger Half-elf a look. Mumbling something about it being ‘your funeral’, the man marched down the stairs.

Scanlan, surprised by the entire turn of events, leaned over the balustrade to follow where the innkeeper was going with his gold. Wading through a group of customers, the man approached the bar and had a brief conversation with a stocky, short-haired woman behind the counter. She ducked down and then offered the man a large, brass key. A room key. Scanlan grinned and turned back towards the young minstrell.

“Thanks.”

The Half-elf nodded, giving Scanlan a curious, inquisitive look. “I’ve seen you in here before, right?”

Scanlan fidgeted with his vest, giving the Half-elf an apologetic grin. “Oh no, you caught me.”

“Well, try not to enjoy yourself too hard, or you might get me in trouble.” The Half-elf said, eyes twinkling as he readjusted the lute hanging from his shoulder.

Scanlan put a hand over his heart, giving the young man a severe, solemn look. “I swear it upon my honour as a hoodlum.” He said, echoing the phrase the innkeeper had used.

The Half-elf chuckled, shaking his head as he ascended the stairs, leaving Scanlan behind to enjoy the rest of his evening.

–

Three days Scanlan spent inside a small, narrow room near the roof of the Silver Heron. Obviously a former servant’s quarters, it was right above the kitchen and smelled like a curious mixture of grease and ale at all hours. A small, round window opened up to the roof outside, limiting his view of the city - but Scanlan had discovered he could just see the top of the Market Street’s bell tower over the roof of the building across when he was lying down on his straw bed at night.

He didn’t mind the cramped quarters. There was a roof over his head, dry floorboards underneath his feet and hot food waiting for him every morning. During the day he roamed the city; singing at the corner of Garden Square for passersby, or carefully scouting out the affluent Temple district for better opportunities. At night he came back, found a seat up on the balcony, ate warm stew and drank amber ale while listening to a string of musicians play. Not all were of an equal skill level - but in Scanlan’s view all were good.

And although they had not spoken since that first night, every evening the Half-elf had played, strumming his instrument with deft fingers, weaving such finely crafted melodies. Studying him on stage, Scanlan had judged the young man to be not much older than himself. He wondered where the elf had learned to play like that at such a young age.

Counting his earnings of the day, feet dangling from the balcony, Scanlan knew he should be more careful with his spending. He could probably find much cheaper lodgings at one of the almshouses on the other side of town, squirreling away the money for a rainy day. But he never had such a windfall before… and living at the Silver Heron was nice. He wanted to stretch the days and not think about the future at all.

It was like living in a dream.

“I heard you sing today.” A familiar voice spoke up. Scanlan froze with his tankard halfway to his lips, looking up towards the source. The Half-elf, leaning next to him against the balcony, laughed when he saw Scanlan’s expression change. The gnome lowered his drink and scrambled to his feet, absentmindedly straightening out some creases in his dirty vest as he did so.

“You-” Scanlan’s voice pitched up, and he cleared his throat, “You eh, followed me?”

The young man nodded and raised an eyebrow, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “You’ve got a nice voice.”

“Ehm. Thanks.” Scanlan was at a loss of words. Which is something that didn’t happen often. He gestured at the Half-elf’s lute, searching for something to say in reply. “You… play well.”

He winced.

The Half-elf seemed amused at his discomfort, folding his arms. “So, haven’t stolen anything yet then?”

Scanlan frowned. “I don’t steal things.”

“No, you sing for your supper. Like us.” The Half-elf nodded towards the stage and then, turning back, held out his hand in greeting. “I didn’t introduce myself before, it’s Edym. But most people around here just call me Ed.”

Scanlan took the offered hand and shook it. “Scanlan.”

Softening his grip, Edym clasped Scanlan’s hand with both of his and turned it palm upwards. He rubbed his thumb over the callouses on the younger man’s fingers. Taken aback, Scanlan studied Edym’s face for some insight into the young man’s thoughts. The Half-elf had a curious expression on his face.

“You play?”

Scanlan pulled back his hand, a soft pang of regret in his chest. Hesitating, he gave a sad smile. “I used to.”

“What happened?” Edym asked, frowning. Scanlan bent down to pick up his ale and took a long swig before answering. He could feel the cold liquid traveling down his throat, settling down deep down in the twisted pit of his stomach.

“Someone took my lute.” His voice only wavered slightly.

“That’s a grave offense.” Edym said, his voice sounding solemn. As Scanlan turned his head to meet the young man’s gaze, he saw understanding in his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

Scanlan shrugged, staring into the dark, amber liquid inside his tankard. “Not your fault. And I…” He hesitated. “I wasn’t much good anyway.”

He turned around, looking out over the room down below. An older man was playing a shawm up on the stage, but half his audience had gotten distracted. Conversations and laughs drifted up towards the balcony, mingling with the music.

“I mean, not like you.” Scanlan added.

“Well,” Edym turned to lean on the balustrade as well. “I was blessed with a good tutor.” Scanlan could feel the man’s eyes on him as a silence settled between them. Then, carefully, the young man prodded; “Who taught you?”

Scanlan bit his lip. It was not something he usually openly shared. But for some reason, here in this moment, he swallowed past the sudden lump in his throat. “My mother used to play when I was young. I guess I picked it up from her.”

“Hm.” Edym answered, but didn’t pry any further and Scanlan felt thankful for that.

Their conversation was interrupted when their attention was drawn by muted applause from below, the man with the shawm bowing and leaving the stage. No sooner had he left when a red Tiefling woman in a long, flowy white dress appeared, slowly walking out onto the podium next. She carried with her a beautifully decorated lyre and sat down on a simple, wooden stool in the middle of the stage.

As she played her first few notes, a hush descended on the crowd.

Like magic, Scanlan thought.

—

Afterwards, lying on his bed staring up at the slanted wooden roof, Scanlan couldn’t even remember what the woman had sang about. His head was swimming with melodies and an inexplicable soulful yearning for a place beyond the city; divine nature untouched by humanoid hands.

He thought about Edym. And about their conversation.

After the performance, they had shared a drink and a few more words. Edym had let him play a few songs on his lute, although Scanlan had found it difficult to judge what the Half-elf thought of his skill level. After he had nervously returned the instrument, Edym had simply grown quiet, finished his drink and bid him goodnight.

He wondered what it was like, to live a life like his. To have people adore the stories you weave, to be able to enchant a room with the songs you spin with just the power of your words and the help of an instrument.

It seemed a far-off fantasy, at least for a street rat like him.

He fell asleep and dreamt about his mother.

–

The next day brought rain. Scanlan spent most of the morning outside, sloughing underneath the awnings of a butcher’s shop, waiting for a break in the weather so he could find a place with better foot traffic. By lunchtime, when the rain gave no signs of abating, he decided to simply call it quits and return to the inn.

Afternoons were cozy at the Silver Heron. There were two great fireplaces in the barroom below, and ample people coming and going, looking for rooms and lodging or a place to dry out their clothes while getting something warm and tasty to fill their bellies. There was even a shelf of books; all well-read and thumbed-through, some almost falling apart the seams. But they were free, and Scanlan didn’t get many chances to curl up by a fire and just read. He had learned that skill from his mother, and it was something he was thankful for every day out on the streets.

Fabien had given him some suspicious glances while cleaning the bar, perhaps half expecting him to run off with the entire collection of tomes. But all in all, the large innkeeper had eased off him somewhat, perhaps coming to accept Scanlan’s presence among his guests.

“So, now you read as well.” Edym spoke up behind him.

Scanlan looked up, surprised by the sudden appearance of the Half-elf. Catching the young man’s eyes, Scanlan found them to have an unreadable expression.

Edym leaned his lute against the large chair Scanlan had made his new home, and then shrugged off his coat, placing it on the chair beside him.

“Singing, lute playing, reading… Any other skills you are hiding?” Edym sat down opposite of him, holding a glass of mulled wine.

“Hmm, I’m a multi-layered onion of surprises.” Scanlan replied grinning, the words leaving his mouth before he could reel them in.

Edym didn’t reply, but just drank slowly from the wine. Scanlan felt fidgety under the young man’s scrutiny, remembering his reaction - or lack thereof - to his lute playing the night before. As the silence dragged on, he tried to focus on his book instead.

Edym put down his glass on the table and finally spoke up; “What’s a boy like you doing living on the streets?”

Scanlan tightened his grip on the book in his hands, nails digging into the soft leather. “I’m not a boy.” He frowned at Edym. “I’m not much younger than you.”

Edym sighed, leaning back in his chair. “I’m not calling you a child, Scanlan. I’m asking why you’re singing on street corners for people who don’t appreciate it, spending money you don’t have on ale and lodgings at a second-rate inn in a city that doesn’t want you.”

Scanlan felt like he had been slapped in his face. Shame bubbled up inside him, making his throat itch. He sunk lower into his chair - an easy feat to accomplish as its massive form was already dwarfing him. Hiding his face in the book he was reading, his mind raced for a reply.

“Why do you care, Elf boy?”

“Hm… polite professional curiosity.” There was a slight cheeky tone to Edym’s reply, and Scanlan couldn’t help peeking over the top of his book to glower at the Half-elf. A stubborn sort of rebelliousness welled up inside of him.

“Not everyone can be so lucky to have a good paying job at a nice inn playing songs for drunks.” He scoffed, studying Edym for a reaction.

Edym frowned at him. “That’s not what I mean.”

Scanlan lowered his book, annoyed at the response. He crossed his arms and gave the musician a mirthless smile.

“Then please enlighten me, oh wise one.” Glaring at Edym, he could hear a downdraft in the fireplace behind him, spitting up embers. He ignored it, but noticed the Half-elf’s eyes briefly travel towards the fire.

“Hm.” Edym looked back at Scanlan, carefully considering him. For a brief moment it appeared he was going to answer his question, but then thought better of it. He pushed himself up out of the chair, leaning forward to grab his lute.

“Come on, I want to show you something.” He said, and gave Scanlan a quick wink before turning around and leaving towards the kitchens.

Scanlan, still sitting in his chair with his arms crossed, waited stubbornly for Edym to cross the room. That guy thought he knew everything.

As the Half-elf was about to leave his field of vision, Scanlan rolled his eyes and jumped out of the chair with an annoyed sigh.

“This better be good.”

—

The ‘something’ Edym had wanted to show him was not so much a thing as multiple someones. In the space behind the kitchen was a corridor leading to a backstage area and a large dressing room. Or perhaps ‘secret bar’ was more apt.

In the middle of the chamber was a large round table. Sitting at it there were multiple people playing cards, some of which Scanlan recognized as musicians he had seen perform before. Lit up by wall sconces and a large hearth to the right of the door, the room was cast in a warm, dancing glow. There were costumes hanging from a web of clotheslines crisscrossing the ceiling, and instruments everywhere people were sitting; Lutes, viols, flutes.

In the corner, at the beer-stained counter, a half-orc was playing a playful diddy on a fiddle. Next to him, a stocky dwarf was shouting at a barmaid, who apparently had brought him the wrong drink. Weaving between the tables, a half-naked woman was running around asking whether anyone had seen her headdress.

An older gentleman - the shawm player Scanlan recognized suddenly - stood up triumphantly from the large table and shouted “Ah-ha! Pay up, ye bastards!”. He threw down a hand of cards. Various groans from the other people at the table announced their defeat.

Standing in the doorway, Scanlan felt a slender hand upon his shoulder. Turning, he saw the Tiefling lyre-player leaning down towards him, her breathe hot against his right ear.

“I see Ed has brought us some new meat.” Her voice was soft was playful, and Scanlan felt a tingling sensation in the back of his neck.

“Ehm…” He mumbled, trying to discern the meaning of her words as she pushed past him. She sat down at the table and padded the chair next to her.

“You play, love?”

Edym stepped forward, a crooked smile playing on his lips. “Now, now. Be kind to him will you, Ariane?”

The Tiefling leaned her chin on her hand and pouted. “I’m always kind, Ed.” Sitting behind her, Scanlan could see a red-haired halfling woman catch his eye, slowly shaking her head in warning.

Edym stepped back around him and patted him on the shoulder. “Everyone, this is Scanlan! He wants to be a musician.”

Scanlan could feel his cheeks burning as everyone turned towards him. Various excited greetings flew his way, but he caught at least one cheeky; “Eh, your loss”.

In the hubbub of noise and activity, he frowned up at Edym.

“I never actually said I wanted to be a musician.” He hissed between gritted teeth, unsure about the situation.

“You didn’t have to.” Edym replied. Scanlan shook his head at him and looked around. He didn’t know what he had expected, but it wasn’t this. He felt… vulnerable.

A large hand slapped him on his back, and one of the dwarves shoved a tall tankard of ale in his hands.

“A musician huh? You sure about that, laddie?” The dwarf grinned at him, his beard so wild and bushy some of its hairs pricked Scanlan in the side of his face. The gnome cast a helpless look at Edym as he felt himself get pulled away.

Edym just grinned at him.

—

For three hours Scanlan was guided around the room in a whirlwind of introductions and conversations, getting to know some of Edym’s colleagues a little bit more personal than he had intended to. He had learned to play at least two card games he didn’t even know existed, and had heard some interesting stories about the tavern - although none he dared to repeat among politer company. He had also discovered why shawm players were apparently the world’s best lovers.

Musicians, he decided, were not a shy bunch.

When he finally managed to extract himself from a particularly rowdy conversation - ears still burning - he quickly scanned the room. He found Edym in a corner, sitting on a bench while carefully tuning his lute. In the soft flicker of the candlelight, he was hard to spot among the revelry of his fellow colleagues. Like a moon caught in a planet’s gravity, Scanlan felt himself pulled back towards the only person he felt could save him from all this insanity.

“Are these people all playing tonight?” He asked, trying to steady his sloshing beer as he sat down next to the Half-elf. As Edym looked up from his lute, Scanlan noticed the room was spinning a little. He might have had more than a little to drink, but he couldn’t exactly remember how much since different people had kept putting new drinks in his hands before he had the chance to finish the previous one.

“Nah. Half of them come here just to hang out.” Edym replied, nodding towards an older lady applying makeup at the small table in the corner. “Some of them aren’t even musicians. Actors. Dancers.” Scanlan felt himself staring into the crowd, trying to pick out who was who. This place was ridiculous, like a secret society of artists no one knew about.

Edym played a few notes on the lute, listening and adjusting the strings. Noticing Scanlan’s puzzled look, he folded his arms and leaned on his instrument, grinning. “Fabien allows it because we bring in patrons when we play, and, well, back here we almost match his customers out there drink for drink.”

“So, you do this every night?” Scanlan said, looking at the Half-elf in astonishment. “This is… amazing.”

Edym shrugged, his grin fading. “I mean, if that’s what you want.” He turned his lute over, picking at the strings as if lost in thought. “It’s… not exactly the word I would use.”

Scanlan gave him a dumbfounded stare. “Are you kidding? You get to play your music every night for an audience who actually likes you. You get paid. You get food and a warm roof over your head.”

Edym frowned at him. “You make it sound like those are the only things in life worth pursuing.”

“Aren’t they?”

Edym leaned back against the wall, eyes narrowing as he considered the gnome next to him. “I’m not sure. But I didn’t expect you to be that easily taken in by the razzle-dazzle, Scanlan.”

He paused, and then scanned the room.

“All of this,” He gestured around, “It’s… superfluous.”

Taken aback by Edym’s attitude, Scanlan remembered the question he had asked that afternoon; what was a boy like him doing living on the streets?

Some of us don’t really have a choice, asshole.

“This might not be much to someone like you, Edym. But it is to me.” Scanlan bit back, downing the rest of his beer in one go.

“Yes, you’re having fun now. But… I don’t think this place is meant for you.” Edym said, looking at the gnome with a curious expression on his face.

Scanlan stood up abruptly, the earlier shame and anger returning. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Did Edym think he wasn’t good enough?

Edym looked at him, hesitating, but didn’t reply. Scanlan bit his lip in annoyance and turned his back on the Half-elf.

Walking away, he felt a strong desire to enjoy the heck out of all the things Edym had ever deemed superfluous.

—

The morning after brought back only wisps of memories of the night before, in addition to a pounding headache which only partially cleared up after Scanlan managed to drag himself out of bed and get some breakfast down at the bar. He didn’t see Edym that morning, and instead spent the better part of the day trying out different busking spots in the city.

He had counted his funds after breakfast, and that had sobered him right up.

The afternoon brought a chill to the weather, but he found a nice spot between two high-end tailors that seemed it might provide him with a pretty penny. By that time, however, most of the day had already been spent scouting, and when the street lamps were getting lit, Scanlan reluctantly packed up. As he made his way back to the Silver Heron, he was able to count that day’s earnings on one hand.

That evening he found himself backstage again. Most of the musicians welcomed him back with equal enthusiasm as the night before. Scanlan eased up on the ale that night, not in the least because he found that this time around, he was expected to contribute towards his own drinks.

Late in the evening he briefly caught a glimpse of Edym as he entered the dressing room to change his outfit. But just as soon as he arrived, he was gone again. Having failed to catch the Half-elf’s eye, Scanlan just leaned back in his chair, sipping his drink and thinking.

“Edym doesn’t seem to spend as much time here as some of you.” He pointed out, trying to keep his tone neutral.

“Hm.” The older halfling woman - Ronda - replied, not looking up from her hand of cards. As no further comment seemed forthcoming, Scanlan pushed a little harder.

“So… what’s his story anyway?”

Ronda cast him a look, scratching her pointed chin. “Ed? He just shows up, he plays, he goes.”

Scanlan frowned at her. “And… where does he go?”

“Who cares!” Shouted the shawm-player - Bret - from the other side of the table, aggressively putting down a handful of cards and fixing him with an expectant look. Scanlan, distracted, had entirely forgotten which game they were playing. He picked a random card from his hand and put it down. Ronda started picking up his cards from the table, shaking her head at him.

“Nobody knows. That boy’s got a restless soul.” Ronda said and started counting out money for Bret, who had somehow won the round. As she counted, her sharp brown eyes fixed Scanlan’s with a piercing look. “There ain’t ever come anything good from ‘aving a restless soul. We have it good here, and you should remember that, boy.”

“… Okay.” Scanlan replied, slightly unsettled. A hush descended on the table, and Scanlan felt like he was missing something. But Ronda’s tone of voice had suggested that any further conversation would proof fruitless, so he just slowly took a sip from his drink instead.

A restless soul? What was that supposed to mean.

Frustrated that he had not gotten any wiser from the conversation, he spent the next few minutes impatiently finishing his hand before excusing himself from the table. He could feel Ronda’s eyes on his back as he dodged another encounter with the dwarven brothers who were calling out to him from another table. Instead, he made his way to the door and back out into the tavern proper.

Back among the normal patrons, he elbowed his way through the busy barroom, looking for a sign of Edym. Moving past a large Dragonborn, he thought he spotted the young Half-elf pass by on the other side, but when Scanlan turned around there was nobody.

A drunken young man stumbled into him, using Scanlan’s head to catch his balance. Scanlan cursed under his breath, pushing the man’s hands off him. Catching his beret from falling off his head, he sighed and gave up his search, shouldering through the crowd to make his way upstairs. When he found his usual hiding spot along the balcony still empty, he sat down for a better vantage point over the room.

If he was completely honest with himself, he knew that although the backstage area was interesting, the actual magic was out here. Even if he was being used as a elbow rest by some of the patrons. It was the atmosphere. Electric.

He spent a few moments soaking in the sights and sounds. Invisible. Alone. Like a rat among the rafters, waiting.

It wasn’t long before the current musician finished his set and, just as Scanlan had expected, Edym appeared to the side of the stage, quickly bouncing up the wooden steps of the platform to take over. His hair was a curly mess and he had on a different outfit this time; darker with more muted colours. Sitting down, it instantly made his lute stand out against the firelight, blazing red, while he himself almost blended in with the background.

Not waiting for the audience to settle down, Edym’s fingers danced across the strings of his lute, launching into a polyphonic fantasia. As the Half-elf slowly increased the tempo, he started singing, and it wasn’t long before Scanlan begrudgingly found himself lost in the young man’s voice.

To him it seemed like Edym applied verses to a song like paint to a canvas, conjuring up a tale about the cradle of creation and the founding of the Dawn City, Vasselheim. His poetry made the city sound like an unreal, divine place, far removed from the view of mere mortal men.

It might as well be, Scanlan thought, staring at his dirty boots dangling from the balcony. He was quite sure he’d never get the chance to see it.

Sitting on the ledge, he pondered the Half-elf down below. Edym had a commanding sort of presence on stage, like he had grown more mature before their very eyes. He was clearly one of the more talented musicians up on that stage every night - and the audience knew it, too, hanging onto his every word.

He had called this place a second-rate inn, Scanlan remembered. If life at the Silver Heron was such a burden to him, why was he still here? It seemed like a perfect fairy tale to Scanlan, but… something gnawed at him.

Superfluous.

Distracted, he almost didn’t notice when the Half-elf bowed and took his leave, Scanlan kept sitting at the ledge and observed the people down below. Like a spell broken, he noticed all the different, small sounds rushing back into the room. Interrupted conversation restarting, laughing, the sounds of glasses. A younger human girl with a dulcimer appeared on stage; the last musician of the night.

Her music proved a simple distraction as Scanlan remained, thoughts churning.

The hour eventually growing late, the crowd was thinning, with the majority of those staying behind either mostly drunk or preoccupied with pursuing more carnal interests. It was like watching a play, where none of the audience realized they were actually the actors.

Fabien loudly announced last call, and Scanlan finished his drink and got up to head to bed.

—

Trailing his hand along the wooden panelling of the corridor towards to his room, he wondered how long before he would have to spend a night out in the rain again, if he didn’t start saving money soon. A week?

A few days?

Turning the corner, he had come upon the narrow door to his room, and he started fumbling for his key.

There was a polite cough.

Turning to look, Scanlan found Edym standing behind him, holding a key out towards him. Scanlan froze with his hands in his pockets, before dropping them by his side and leaning back against his door, suspiciously eyeing the young man opposite him.

“So, I guess I’m not the thieving one around here after all.” He said, his voice careful.

Edym arched an eyebrow. “You dropped it.”

“Uh-huh.” Scanlan answered, not convinced. He stepped forward and snatched the key from Edym’s hand. The Half-elf crossed his arms, cocking his head in amusement.

“Look, Scanlan-” He started, but Scanlan interrupted;

“Here it comes.” He said, turning towards the door.

“- I just wanted to apologize.” Edym finished, and Scanlan halted, the key halfway in the lock.

“Oh.”

“I think I might have misspoken before.” Edym started, sounding slightly unsure of himself. “I didn’t mean to imply that this place wasn’t meant for someone like you, but that… you don’t really belong in a place like this.”

“If you’re trying to apologize, you’re doing a piss-poor job of it.” Scanlan muttered.

Edym smiled regretfully, an expression that made him look suddenly young. “All I’m saying is… you can aim for more than just this tavern, Scanlan. There’s a whole world out there.”

“Oh, I’m well aware! ”Scanlan replied, still not budging. “But sometimes I wonder whether you are.”

A restless soul, he thought.

“You’ve been stuck here too long, you can only see the bad.”

“And you can only see the good.” Edym shot back, his voice rising slightly. “I want to show you how-”

“I don’t need your help, Edym.” Scanlan cut him off. Like hell he was going to get lectured to by a rich elf boy who didn’t understand the value of having a roof over your head. He unlocked his door and stepped inside. “But if you hate this place so bad, nothing is stopping you from leaving.”

Edym’s face fell. “You misunderstand.”

Scanlan shook his head, trying to gauge the other man. “I think I understand plenty.”

The Half-elf was silent, frowning at him. A moment passed.

Scanlan sighed and closed the door.

—

That night he dreamt of far off places. Dark ships sailing in the night, and a land filled with sun and sands.

—

The next day was dark and dreary, clouds blocking out the sunlight and casting the whole city in a semi-darkness. But the rain stayed away and - considering his low funds - Scanlan was eager to try out his newly discovered spot. The morning started off well, and he soon found his money pouch clinking with coins. During lunch hour he took a brief break to buy a hot sausage bun from a vendor down the street from him.

Holding the wrapped bun in both hands, the heat of it managed to warm his hands as he walked back towards his spot. Drawing near still chewing his lunch, he froze when he noticed two boys standing where he had set up shop. They wore ragged, green coats and chequered caps.

Aron’s boys.

He swallowed, eyes darting to the streets left and right of him. It didn’t seem like they had spotted him yet, so he decided a hasty retreat would serve in his best interest. He turned around and immediately bounced into a large boy standing directly behind him. Scanlan fell back, dropping his lunch as he tried to catch himself.

“Hey Scanlan.” The boy before him rumbled. He was tall, had a mess of black hair and wore the same chequered cap as the other two kids. Scanlan tried to scramble to his feet, but was instead pulled up by his vest. The kid was at least thrice his size.

“Word reached us you’ve been living in that fancy little tavern you like so much.” The boy said, grinning. He had at least two teeth missing. Scanlan clutched at the boy’s fingers, trying to release himself from the strong grip.

“Imagine our surprise, seeing as last time we ran into you, you didn’t have the money to pay us.”

Scanlan struggled with the boy’s grip, his vest choking him. “Yes, well. Sometimes people get unexpectedly lucky, Aron.” He offered, grimacing.

“Nahh,” Aron said, “You having that kind of money can only mean one of two things. Either you’ve been stealing, or…” He waved his left arm in a slow, wide arc, gesturing towards the buildings surrounding them. “You’ve been busking on my turf.”

Scanlan watched as the kid plucked his coin purse from his belt. Dread settled in the pit of his stomach. Aron held the gnome closer to his face and weighed the purse in his other hand, his grin widening. “That’s a lot of coin, my boy.”

A sudden wave of anger rolled over Scanlan. Being this close to the taller boy’s face, instinct overtook him. As he flashed Aron a vicious smile, he leaned back into the kid’s grip and kicked forward with both of his feet.

“I’m not your boy, dillweed!” He shouted.

To his satisfaction, he could feel something crunch underneath his boots. Aron cried out in anger, his grip on Scanlan’s vest lessening. Scanlan pried of the remaining fingers on his vest and managed to release himself. Falling back, the wind was knocked out of him when he made contact with the ground. His heart hammered in his chest, and he started crawling backwards. He briefly noticed the pedestrians around them giving them a wide berth, but before he had a chance to get up, a large hand reached out gripped his left arm like a vice. Scanlan was unceremoniously hoisted up in the air for a second time, but this time he could feel the bones in his arm being crushed.

“Last time I broke your stupid, little instrument. But this time I think I’ll break your pretty little face!” Aron bellowed. Before Scanlan could throw up his arms in protection, a large fist flew at him from the side and stars exploded inside his skull.

The world was spinning and pain radiated from the right side of Scanlan’s face. He barely registered rearing back for another hit. Panicked, Scanlan grabbed onto Aron’s left hand and bit down, hard. Hot blood welled up beneath his teeth. Howling in pain, Aron released him again, but this time Scanlan hit the ground running.

His right eye stinging like the nine hells, he stumbled away from his attacker half-blinded. There were throngs of people now, some having stopped to watch, and he ducked behind a couple of older women on the sidewalk. Head throbbing, his focus was on the alleyway he had spotted earlier, hoping he could at least use his size to an advantage and make his pursuers lose him among the crowd. Sprinting into the alley, his heart sank when he heard Aron’s shouting “Get him, you idiots!” not far behind. He might have miscalculated.

Vision swimming, heart pumping, Scanlan started a uncoordinated scramble up a pile of crates blocking the end of the alley. Perhaps if he got high enough, he could reach the roof of the building behind it, and then… well, he’d plan for his next move when he’d get there.

As he heaved himself up the final crate, he felt someone grab his leg from behind. Blind panic setting in, he started kicking back to prevent himself from getting dragged back down. Boot making contact, he heard someone grunt behind him and the hand released its grip.

Scanlan quickly got to his feet and turned around. Looking down he could see all three thugs below him now. Great, it’s a party.

Aron was looking at him with a furious look on his face; blood was streaming from a clearly broken nose, and his hand had a nasty bite mark. One of his lackies was already trying to climb back up the crates, having partially fallen down due to Scanlan’s struggle.

A slow, vicious grin appeared on Aron’s face as he watched Scanlan’s panicked look. “Give it up, gnome. If you make us come get you, things won’t be pretty.”

As he saw Aron’s shit-eating grin, a sudden hot rage filled Scanlan’s chest. He couldn’t stand the guy, or his stupid face. He heaved himself up tall, a surge of adrenaline spreading through his body. It was like a well of electricity building up inside of him, making his fingers tingle with nervous energy. He pointed down at the thugs below and took a deep breath.

“Listen up, assholes. Don’t even think of climbing up here. If any of you lay a finger on me, a broken nose will be the least of your problems. The city guard will need help scraping your ugly mugs of the street, because when I climb down these crates, I’m personally going to kill every last motherfucking one of you!” Scanlan yelled, his voice vibrating with pent up rage. As he heard his words bounce back to him, he scrunched his eyes shut, his head dizzying with pain and anger. His voice seemed impossibly loud to him in that moment, reverberating through the alleyway like a thousand shouts - but maybe that was just a concussion speaking.

When finally the echoes died down, he expected laughter. But silence followed.

He carefully opened up his left eye. Through a blurry haze, he could only just make out the retreating backs of all three thugs as they rounded the corner at the other end of the alley.

Hesitating, Scanlan just stood there. He wasn’t exactly sure what to do now. Slowly, his knees buckled underneath him and he sat down on the crate in a confused daze. Seconds passed.

“Wow.” Said a female voice above him, and he recognized it as Mouse. Somehow, he was not surprised. He realized she had just witnessed him cuss out Aron and his gang. An amused smile flickered across his face.

The young girl carefully emerged from behind a chimney up on the roof and looked down at the gnome from above. “I mean, wow!”

“…Yeah.” He replied slowly, staring down at his hands. Sitting there, his body felt tingly and heavy, like he expended all his energy on that one final, rage-fuelled tirade. Or maybe it was just all the adrenaline leaving him.

“You really sent them running.” Mouse said, crouching down near the gutter directly above him.

“I guess so.” Scanlan said, rubbing his aching right eye, trying to clear his vision. He unsteadily got back to his feet.

“They’ll probably be back, though.”

He looked up the gutter above him, judging the distance. He was in no hurry to climb down and follow Aron and his goons out of the alley, so he had to think of alternative exits. He flexed his fingers, bent his knees, reached up and… jumped. His hands found purchase on the slimy edges of the gutter, but his feet scrambled uselessly against the rocky wall. A couple of seconds passed as he dangled.

He coughed politely.

“You want some help?” Mouse asked, watching him from the same spot, not having moved.

“That would be swell.”

—

It was late. Very late. Scanlan didn’t know how late, and he didn’t care. He stumbled from the backstage bar, almost collapsing into the corridor. Steadying himself against the opposite wall, he noticed a portrait of a stern looking lady looking down at him. He pushed himself upright and waved a finger in her face.

“At least you don’t have to, eh… pay rent.” He slurred. He wished he didn’t have to pay rent either. That would make his life a whole lot easier.

“Scanlan?”

He whipped around. It was Edym. He was wearing a long woollen coat, and had his lute slung over his shoulder, like he had just come from outside. Or was leaving. Scanlan noticed the Half-elf was frowning at him.

“Hey, Elf boy.” Scanlan grinned. Then he hesitated. “Wait, I’m still annoyed at you.”

“You’re drunk.” It wasn’t a question, but Edym’s voice wasn’t admonishing either.

Scanlan twirled around, waving at the door he had just come from. “Well, you would be too if you had shown up for my goodbye party!” He laughed. When Edym’s eyebrow arched up, the gnome sighed. “Tonight’s the last night.”

He clumsily turned out his empty pockets, to signify his lack of funds. “So, I guess you got your wish after all, no more Scanlan at the Silver Heron.”

Edym’s lips curled up in a half smile, although it didn’t reach his eyes. “Funny, it turning out that way.”

Scanlan rolled his eyes at him. “I see you still can’t help being an asshole.”

He tried to push past the Half-elf, but Edym stepped out of the way unexpectedly, making Scanlan stumble. Edym shot out a hand to steady him, but Scanlan quickly brushed him off.

“I still don’t need your help.” He mumbled, feeling a weird mixture of annoyance and shame. But Edym wasn’t listening. He reached out again and Scanlan felt the Half-elf’s soft fingers on his face. He could see surprise flash in Edym’s eyes as he turned the gnome’s chin towards him. Scanlan realized the right side of his face must look a mess by now; he could feel the bruising underneath his eye, and the swollen, broken skin on his cheekbone.

“What happened?”

Scanlan slapped away Edym’s hand and turned his back towards him, staring down the corridor. He swayed in place, something preventing him from simply walking away.

“Like you said, Edym. There’s a whole world out there.” Scanlan laughed humourlessly. “But not everyone wants a hoodlum like me in it.”

Edym was quiet, but Scanlan felt the Half-elf’s hand settle on his shoulder. “Let me help you.”

“I don’t-”

“You don’t need my help, I know. But… humour me.” Edym interjected. “Please.”

When Scanlan turned to cast a glance at him, he caught a concerned, apologetic look on the Half-elf’s face. He didn’t seem so arrogant then. Maybe just somebody who had trouble finding the right words to say.

Which was ironic, for a poet.

For some reason it convinced Scanlan.

“Well, please has always been the magic word.” He replied. A smile flickered across Edym’s face.

–

Edym guided him up the stairs, no easy feat as Scanlan realized he had a little more to drink than he had intended. But it was his goodbye party, after all, and the other musicians had given him a proper farewell. They walked past his room, around a corner, and up another stairs Scanlan hadn’t explored before. This must be the attic, he thought. Edym left him standing in the narrow corridor as he opened a heavy, oak door at the end of the stairs.

The chamber beyond wasn’t large, although compared to Scanlan’s room everything seemed spacious. There were two long, leaded windows on the opposite wall, and a slanted roof on both sides of the room. There was a simple bed to the left of the door, with a large wooden chest at the end. A small, narrow desk was on the other side, with a shelf above it containing many different jars and pots. There were papers on the desk, and many kinds of maps and other drawings pinned to the wooden roof boards all around the room.

Scanlan stared at it all while he was guided to sit on the bed by Edym, who promptly turned around and lit a small oil lamp on the window sill. In the soft, orange glow, Scanlan could see the details of one of the drawings above the bed. A dragon, casting flames on a forest below. In the margins of the paper, there seemed to be a few lines of song verse scribbled in careful, black lettering;

In peril the knight did careful treadBold Ayla, her end in stone was setIt came upon her like a veil of dread With flaming tongues of gold and red

Edym closed the door and then started rummaging through the jars on the shelf, looking for something.

“Did you draw these?” Scanlan asked in awe.

“No.” Edym replied. Walking towards the foot of the bed, clutching one of the jars, he cast a look at the page Scanlan was studying. “Well, some… Most are from books.”

The Half-elf knelt down and opened the chest, searching through its contents. He pulled out a piece of cloth and tore it in half. Scanlan was distracted, taking in some of the maps and other drawings hanging above him. It wasn’t what he had expected to find in Edym’s room.

“Are they Inspiration? For songs?”

“Well, yes. But it’s… more than that.”

A restless soul, Scanlan thought. There was more to Edym than met the eye.

Edym removed a lid of one of the jars and used his fingers to smear some of the white, thick ointment on the cloth he had prepared. He looked up and carefully put a hand on Scanlan’s chin, moving the gnome’s face towards the light. Scanlan wrinkled his nose as the strong herb-like smell wafted over him.

“Hold still.” Edym said, and Scanlan closed his eyes. The Half-elf started applying the salve around his injured eye, obviously careful about not pressing the bruised skin too hard. The substance was cold and oily, but felt surprisingly soothing against his skin. Scanlan frowned.

“Your hands are soft.”

Edym let out a soft laugh while continuing his work. “Thanks?”

Scanlan opened his left eye. “It’s not a compliment. It’s just… I had expected different from a lute player.”

Edym’s smile lingered on his face, eyebrows raised. “Hmm. What can I say, I’m blessed by my Elven heritage.”

Scanlan closed his eyes again, snorting. “That sounds like horseshit.”

“Ah, well.” Edym finished his work, wiping off the excess. “Keep that on there for the next hour or so, it will dry up but help with the swelling and bruising.” He turned around and Scanlan peeked at him. Edym seemed different in his room. Like he had let his guard down. He watched the Half-elf return the jar to the shelf, and smirked when the young man almost knocked over a few books on the desk. Maybe he was not the only one who had something to drink.

Edym wiped off his hands on his coat, and sat down next to Scanlan on the bed. He looked around, seemingly a little lost on what to say.

“So, singing, lute-playing, reading, drawing… healing. Any other skills you are hiding?” Scanlan asked amused, mirroring Edym’s words from a few days before.

Edym looked up sharply. Noticing Scanlan’s mischievous grin, a careful smile appeared on his face. “What can I say? I’m a multi-layered onion of surprises.”

They both laughed, and Scanlan was glad he had gone with him up to his room. It seemed an intimate sort of place, and he would never have known about it if he had let his pride take over. He felt like he might have misjudged Edym. There were indeed layers there. The realization that the Half-elf wrote most of his poetry surrounded by drawings of dragons and the Feywild made him strangely endearing.

Scanlan leaned back against the bed, eyes on the ceiling. Edym watched him read some of the texts on the pictures above. A comfortable silence settled between them. Scanlan closed his eyes, thoughts wandering.

“So… Where will you go?” He asked, breaking the quiet.

There was a brief pause.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m not stupid, Edym. I know you’re leaving.”

He opened his eyes and looked at the Half-elf sitting next to him. “That’s what you meant right? Before? About it being funny it working out this way. You meant our goodbyes coinciding.”

Edym eyed him carefully. “Yes.”

“Look, contrary to what I let on I don’t actually blame you.” Scanlan sighed. “All those things you said? They’re true.” He sat up and wrung his hands, staring at the dirt underneath his fingernails.

“This city doesn’t want me. So, if I could get out of here like you, I would too. But I wouldn’t last two seconds out there.”

Edym let out un unexpected laugh, and Scanlan gave him a quick, curious look. It was not the reaction he had expected.

“You would do a whole lot better than me.” Edym said, giving him a strange look. His eyes were soft.

Scanlan frowned, leaned forward and gestured at the bruised side of his face. “Look at this, Edym. I can’t even protect myself out on these streets. How can I last out there on the road?”

“Scanlan, I don’t know how to convey this but…” Edym sounded uncertain, hesitating. He licked his lips, then seemed to focus on Scanlan’s black eye. “First, tell me what happened.”

“I told you what happened.” Scanlan replied, raising an eyebrow. He felt like he was missing something.

“No, I mean, what really happened.” Edym insisted. Scanlan hesitated, but then decided to humour him.

“I got in a fight with a bunch of assholes. There’s this kid… He’s got an attitude problem.” He began, and he saw Edym’s eyebrows twitch.

“Sounds familiar.”

Scanlan laughed. “Not like me, asshole. He’s the kind that likes to intimidate people.” He shifted his weight, sinking back in a memory.

“He’s laid claim to one of the more affluent neighbourhoods, and he doesn’t like it when people try to earn an honest living on what he views as ‘his’ streets. So… he doesn’t like me.”

Edym grew quiet, but then asked; “Is he the one that destroyed your lute?”

“Yeah, like I said, a real dick.” Scanlan replied.

Edym nodded. “So, you got in a fight again. What happened next?”

“He punched me in the eye. I kicked him in the face and then I ran for my life.”

“You got away?” Edym asked, confused, like that was not how he expected the story to go.

“No… he and his friends came after me, cornered me in an alley and I… eh,” Scanlan hesitated, “Well, I shouted at them. Threatened them, actually. And they left me alone.”

“You… shouted at them, and they left?” An odd expression appeared on Edym’s face, a hint of amusement in his voice.

“I think they might have just thought I was more trouble than I was worth.”

“These were humans, though, right?” Edym asked, smiling. “They don’t sound like the sort to just run away from one measly gnome.”

“Well, who knows why they left,” Scanlan replied, growing more suspicious at Edym’s tone of voice. Like he was not understanding a joke. “Maybe they thought it was more fun to let me stew in my panic- What are you grinning at?”

“You still don’t get it, do you?” Edym said, and Scanlan felt a wave of annoyance flare up in him again. Or maybe it was all the alcohol.

“You’re being an asshole again.” He pointed out and stood up, frustrated. The room started spinning and he grabbed for Edym’s shoulder. The Half-elf reached out and helped steady him.

Edym shook his head. “Gods, Scanlan. I might be an asshole, but you’re a damn idiot.”

“Well, thanks, I guess.” Scanlan said, releasing his grip from Edym’s shoulder, confused. “Very enlightening.”

Before he could move away, Edym held onto his shoulders, soft green eyes focusing intently on his. “Wait… I’m about to tell you something that’s going to change your life.”

There was a pause, and Scanlan could see a sudden hesitation appear on Edym’s face. The Half-elf looked away, frowning.

“Well, shit.”

“Wha-”

The next question was erased from Scanlan’s mind when Edym suddenly leaned forward and kissed him, hard. Scanlan blinked, the sudden move blindsiding him. He felt his cheeks flush with heat, his eye throbbing. His fingers pressed against Edym’s chest, he could feel the soft thrum of the Half-elf’s heart below the fabric of his shirt. Holding his breath, Scanlan closed his eyes, his world spinning to a single point. Soft lips. The taste of mulled wine.

When Edym finally pulled back, Scanlan slowly opened his eyes and just stared. The Half-elf gave him an embarrassed, soft smile.

“Sorry, that’s not actually what I wanted to say. Although… I have been wanting to do that.”

“Uh…” Scanlan’s brain drew a blank. The kiss had been unexpected. But… nice.

Only inches from each other, Edym grinned at him, his hot breath on the Scanlan’s face. It smelled sweet. “The thing I wanted to say, Scanlan… is you’re magic.” Edym whispered excitedly. “Your music. Your words. They have power you don’t even understand.”

A confused daze settled on Scanlan as he carefully sat back down. A few moments passed, and Edym’s expression changed to one of worry.

“Scanlan? I hope I’ve not upset you.”

“You mean, like… metaphorically, right?” Scanlan said, staring at Edym. “I mean, with that kiss and all…”

Edym laughed at him. “No, you idiot! You’re magic! Literally!”

Scanlan just fell in a deeper confusion.

“Your music,” Edym began, searching Scanlan’s face for comprehension, “it casts spells on people. You didn’t just threaten those bullies, you scared the ever-living hell out of them by enchanting their minds.”

Edym’s voice had a soft awe to it, which would have sounded endearing at any other moment. But right now, Scanlan was just trying to find the logic in what Edym was telling him.

The Half-elf watched him closely. “You’ve been doing it for a while.”

Scanlan frowned. He probably had too much to drink for this. Hesitating, he finally only uttered a single word; “Spells?”

“Yes.” Edym smiled, “You must have an extraordinary strong magic ability if you’ve been casting them without a spell focus. For someone like you it’s usually a musical instrument. That’s how I first noticed it.” He had a mischievous look on his face. “I mean, granted, you’re charming when you sing. But when you played my lute, it was… something else.”

“When you mean someone like me…?” Scanlan said, coming to his senses.

Magic. Him? It seemed like a strange dream.

“A bard. And I don’t mean like those you see play down in the tavern either.” Edym gripped Scanlan’s hands. “A proper bard, like the books talk about.”

Holding hands, Scanlan could feel the heat radiating from Edym’s soft fingers. He watched the awe in the Half-elf’s eyes. A slow, wicked smile appeared on Scanlan’s face.

“It’s kinda cute how excited you get about all this book and magic stuff.”

Edym shook his head with a soft smile. “The point is, you don’t have to be afraid of anything out there, Scanlan.” He cast the gnome a fond look. “I mean, with some-”

Edym was cut off when Scanlan leaned forward and kissed him again. If felt like the right thing to do.

If only for tonight.

—

That night he dreamt of a great battle above the cradle of creation, a city full of shouting people, and a brave Half-elf boy going on a journey into the unexplored.

—

Scanlan awoke in his room. The bright sun shone through the small window above his footboard, light hitting his eyes. As consciousness crept up on him, the last remnants of a dream left a bittersweet memory. He stared up at the ceiling above, empty of any drawings. When he turned on his side, he noticed the well-worn, intricately carved lute leaning against the wall next to his door.

He closed his eyes, unexpectedly moved by the sight.

When he got up later, he found Edym gone. He had already known. Nobody could tell him where the Half-elf went. None of the musicians knew. He had a restless soul, they told him.

You couldn’t expect someone like that to stick around.

But he found a note inside the lute, later, while playing it for the first time in a field of celandines just outside the city gates.

When he opened it, it showed lines in carefully written ink, like a verse to a song:

Into the unknown the bard did careful treadBold Scanlan’s faith no longer setThough many words are left unsaid I know of him one day books be read

END

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distractions | Part 2

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characters: bae jinyoung x reader, the rest of wanna one? word count: 2.1k genre: fluff, angst? hmm enemies to lovers au?, classmate au author’s note: heres the continuation of part 1! make sure to read the first part first before reading this one so you dont get confused! i might post two more parts for this but i’m still not sure yet! i hope you like it and as always, let me know what you think! thank you! and i’m soooo sorry this took so long.

masterlist | part 1

you squinted your eyes at the four men who just entered the classroom

mainly focusing on the most familiar one

you blinked, many times, trying to check if it was really him

you shook your head

it was him

god. you. are. so. lucky.

you lifted your head up to meet his eyes

he smirked at you

and you just glared at him

he paused for a moment on his spot

your gaze still locked on him as he made his way to the empty seat beside you

he was followed by his friend who was pretty tall

they both sat on the empty seats beside yours while his two other friends sat behind them

you shifted your eyes in front of the classroom trying not to get distracted by your new classmate

your new seatmate

your teacher came into the classroom with a bright smile on her face

the loud murmuring and silent screaming immediately faded out

“Good morning everyone! Welcome! I will be your home teacher for this year! its senior year and I hope you will do your best!”

ugh, senior year, you thought

this year, your last year in high school

you promised yourself that you would focus this year

focused on your studies, extracurricular activities

you wanted to make it to your dream university with an amazing transcript and highschool background

you promised no distractions this year

you wanted it to be better compared to last year

you immediately snapped out of your thoughts when your teacher, Ms. Kim said, “So, shall we proceed with introducing yourselves?”

the class nodded in harmony

she started calling people who sat in the first row until she said

“Now, onto our student council president”

you stood up from your seat and fixed your hair a bit

everyone applauded

except for the man who sat beside you

he had his chin resting on the palm of his right hand as he looked up at you

a part of you somewhat felt nervous with his eyes stuck on you as you try to introduce yourself

“Hello everyone! good morning! If you don’t know yet, my name is Y/N and I’m the president of the student council! I hope that we can make our senior year the best together and as individuals!”

you confidently said and sent your classmates a sweet smile

“Thank you Y/N!” she paused and removed her eye contact with you and looked at the person who followed your movements with his eyes

“Now, onto the young man beside Y/N”

you turned to him to look at him

meeting his eyes, he came back to his senses

here comes the whispers and the murmurs again

the girls around the classroom eyed him

all attention was on him

he stood up from his seat as you sat down

he gulped

“Good morning, I’m Bae Jinyoung. I’m a transfer student for this year. I hope we can all get along and make senior year a great one.”

he managed to introduce himself in a cold tone which made the girls in the room squeal a little bit

you rolled your eyes in annoyance

what’s so special about him thats driving them crazy?

anyways

Ms. Kim dismissed the class early today so that you guys can go and find your classrooms

you grabbed your backpack that laid on the floor and carried your notebooks with your right hand

ready to leave the classroom to go to your other classes

until Ms. Kim called out your name

“Y/N!!” she shyly shouted

you hurried to her desk at the front, realizing that there weren’t as much people left in the classroom anymore

“Yes, Ms.Kim?” you smiled

“Can you do me a favor, dear?” she asked

you smiled brightly, “Yes! Of course!!”

she handed you a class schedule

you scanned it with your eyes

it wasn’t yours tho

“Can you help one of the transfer students find his classrooms? I checked everyones schedule and yours was the one that had the most classes with him!”

your eyes widened in shock

Ms. Kim looked gave you a questioning look, “Is there something wrong?”

“Oh, no no! May I ask who’s schedule is this?”

by the name written on top of the paper, you knew who it was

you just didn’t want to admit it

you wanted to double-check

or maybe exchange with someone else

“That’s mine.”

a deep voice came from behind you

you closed your eyes tightly while taking a deep breath

slowly, you turned around

a tall figure towering over you and Ms. Kim

“That’s my schedule.”

“Ah. I see”, that was all you could say

he grabbed the paper from your hands and looked at it

“So, Y/N, can you help Jinyoung?”, Ms. Kim asked

“Uh, uh, y-yes for sure!”

“Okay thats great! See you guys later!” she said waving to the both of you as she left the classroom

you were about to follow her out until the deep voice called you

“Where are you going?” he said

you stopped but you didn’t turn your back to face him,

“To class.”

you could hear footsteps coming towards you from the back and you knew it was him

“You do know that you’re supposed to help me, right?” he leaned down a bit to say it from the back of your ear

you turned to face him

and you grabbed his schedule from his grip

“Follow me”, you ordered

he did follow you

you showed him his classes and it turned out that he was in 3/4 of them

you were with him for chemistry, english and math

the only class you didn’t have with him was history

he attentively followed you and he listened carefully whenever you gave him instructions

after showing him all of his classrooms (which most of them turned out to be yours as well)

it was finally time to head to your chemistry class

when the both of you reached the classroom

you walked in together

you spotted your friends in a corner of the classroom

they smiled when they saw you

but those smiles slowly faded when they saw the man beside you

they weren’t disappointed

but they were sort of confused?

you ran to them and greeted them

“He seems really familiar, whats his name?” your friend Hana asked

“Hes a transfer student. His name is Bae Jinyoung”

you looked at Jinyoung who was currently talking to one of his friends who turned out to be in the same class

anyways, the class started and you all seated in your seats

surprise! he sat beside you

tbh during the time you were showing him his classrooms

he was different compared to what you thought he was

he was actually really quiet

and you didn’t think that he would be the opposite

you both got closer since you sat together and you were in each other’s classes

classes with jinyoung weren’t that bad

you initially thought that he would be as cocky or rude like he was when you first met him

sometimes, he would ask you for help since you sat together

“Okay, but just help me with this one!! Its the last one, I promise!” he shyly slides his paper closer to you

“YOU’VE BEEN SAYING THAT FOR THE PAST 10 QUESTIONS” you groaned at him

“Its that laaaaaaast one!!!”

you still ended up helping him tho

sometimes, he would annoy you by poking the side of your arm during class

and he wouldn’t stop doing so until you turn to look at him and he would just smile at you foolishly

or sometimes, he would move his chair closer to yours and put his rest his arm in your chair

and just watch you do your work while he stare at you

“Hi.”

you would then turn to him and say

“Can i help you?”

he shakes his head and gives you a slight smile

after a month or so of sitting beside him in the classes you have together

you got to know him better

a lot better than your first impression

he would also always ask you if you need help when you’re stressing out about planning for the next event for the school

“Are you sure that you don’t need any of my help?” he asks

“Yes, i’m sure! Thank you for asking” you force a slight smile even though you were so stressed

also,

since you’re not in the same history class

he would also offer to walk you to class since you would have to carry a few textbooks

“Come on, I’ll walk you to class! My class is literally just a few steps away from yours” he said as he starts to carry your textbooks in his left hand

“You know you don’t have to right?” you shyly respond to him

he turns to you and say, “Yeah, I know!! But I insist! Like what I told you, my class is also in the same floor”

hes such a gentleman tbh

one time, during a day when there was a school event

you went to class wearing a short skirt and a formal top

you needed to dress up as you needed to speak later in front of the whole class of 2018

it was to let them know about the plans for the prom coming up

“What are you wearing?” he asks you with a serious look on his face

“Clothes obviously, what else?” you answered him

he started taking off his denim jacket and he said

“You’re going to sit later up in the stage, infront of everyone and that’s what you’re wearing?”

you looked at him as he handed you his jacket

“What’s this for?”

“Use it later to cover yourself when you sit down”

an unexpected heat came rushing to your face and you were afraid that he would notice that you were blushing

“T-thank you” you said and turned to return to your seat

slowly dying in the inside

on another day, during lunch

your friend Hana mentioned again that Jinyung looked familiar

you asked her where she might’ve seen him

but she was still unsure

“You know, you’ve been hanging out a lot with Jinyoung lately” she said

“We have majority of our classes together thats why I’m always with him” you said as you took a bit of your sandwich

“Are you dating him?”

you almost choked on your sandwich when you heard her next question

“WHAT? NO, we’re just friends!” you stated

“I was just reminding you because you promised yourself that theres going to be no distractions this year… and I was thinking that he might be one of them”

you looked at her this time

“What? No, no. Baejin is not distracting me in any way possible” you gave her a reassurance smile

“Baejin? Isn’t it Iinyoung?”

“Oh yeah! But he told me to call him Baejin instead”

she stopped talking but she just looked at you again quietly

“What?” you asked

“No one calls him that except for you and some of his friends”

thats when it hit you

the whole day that day,

that was all you could think of

you noticed that it was true

you and some of his friends are the only ones who call him that...

you were walking to class

with nothing in your mind

except for what your friend said

and then,

someone yelled your name

“Y/N!”

you turned to see Baejin running towards you

you felt your heart beat a little faster than normal

he wrapped his hands around your shoulders

which made your heart beat faster than before

whats this feeling? you thought

the next day, during lunch

you carried a tray to your table that had your lunch and wallet in it

“Aren’t you going to eat?” you asked Hana who was currently following your movements

“I forgot to bring my money” she frowned

you felt bad for her because she didn’t have anything to eat

and so you offered,

“Go take my wallet and buy something” you smiled at her

her face lit up and she said “Oh my god, You’re a life savior!”

she grabbed your wallet and opened it

Hana stopped for a moment

her smile fading away again to a confused expression

“What’s up? Are you okay?” you worriedly asked her

she pointed at the baby picture of you and your friend from when you were kids

Hana started to laugh and said, “I knew it! I knew he looked familiar!”

you were confused for a second

“Yeah, that’s my childhood friend, why?” you suddenly felt cold

“Bae Jinyoung looks exactly like him!” Hana exclaimed

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https://youtu.be/KujGHwyfMWM

https://youtu.be/bgBwbr_fUxA

https://youtu.be/Gwlf_OxIJaA

https://youtu.be/h1uhyM7gN50

https://youtu.be/h1uhyM7gN50?t=131

https://youtu.be/xBE-RftdTiU?t=503

oj tam. jakoś to będzie..

https://youtu.be/T5L6Jk-dhSo?t=19

omg.. impostor game..

https://youtu.be/T5L6Jk-dhSo?t=66

they don’t have shitty mics

I feel so much better after.. you know what..

https://youtu.be/T5L6Jk-dhSo?t=194

why she waited to get next kill..

because she had to report or something..

https://youtu.be/T5L6Jk-dhSo?t=309

they can check “vitals” to see if everyone is alive..

https://youtu.be/T5L6Jk-dhSo?t=588

we’re all gonna die because of women..

uncle roger was right..

https://www.twitch.tv/saltychikcen/video/778982130?filter=archives&sort=time

look at these greedy hoes..

https://youtu.be/OMHHUsQRmvo

“I wanna do it again”

https://youtu.be/4RjL3tAsAko?t=754

he likes throwing stones.. so that would make sense.. lol.. the kid.. in the car saw him.. and told his father..

https://youtu.be/OMHHUsQRmvo?t=216

and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again

xD lol. his kid saw that.. and told his father. xD

ok.. so.. like.. from the video.. kinda.. that could mean.. that.. covid.. maybe.. an attempt to reduce CO2

china has big CO2 emmission.. so.. they started from china.. cities.. are.. like.. air in cities is really poluted too.. in chinese cities I guess too.. so.. that’s why they start there

all “among us” videos are fake..

guys.. you know.. now when winter is coming.. and it’s getting colder outside.. a lot of flies.. tries to go inside houses.. because it’s getting cold outside.. so they come inside houses because it’s warmer.. and.. you know.. there’s a lot of flies coming to house.. and.. yesterday.. I saw.. prowler.. spider... it’s a spider who doesn’t put any webs.. he just walks and eats bugs.. he doesn’t produce any web.. he is so f*cking big god.. I saw it like.. this is the 3rd time I saw it already..

but.. this time it’s the biggest I saw.. these spiders are so big..

prowler spider..

they’re so big.

they’re all really big.. but.. I think this time it was the biggest one I saw. and they all look the same.

https://g.co/kgs/zmPsco

yesterday was sunny day?? today is sunny sky is clear.. and sun is shining really hard.. I can’t see anything on my monitor..

I need the curtains..

https://g.co/kgs/EGpf31

it looked kinda like this one

https://g.co/kgs/2UnbHp

it was super long though

like this one.

god.. I once.. saw a movie.. about.. futuristic vision about spiders ruling earth..

there’s so many flies going inside house.. because it’s cold.. so spiders.. come too.. because they eat them..

https://youtu.be/5WdfGofKhxg

can’t see anything.. this video is so dark

because of sunlight

I want these curtains..

omg.. this spider.. is still there.. is he alive?? is he .. he’s been sitting there since yesterday he didn’t move

what the..

what the f*ck..

he didn’t move at all.

sh*t.. he’s so f*cking big..

oh sh*t.. he’s not there any more.. xD

I just killed a fly.. and he was waiting for that I guess. for the fly.. oh sh*t..

he’s eating the flies that I kill

the fly is not dead yet.. god.. she’s moving.. the spider hided.. but the fly is walking.. f*ck..

the spider is scared to go out and take the fly..

he moved, he’s alive.. I knew that.. sh*t..

damn.. I want to know spanish..

or portuguese..

the spider saw that I killed the fly.. so he moved

I wish I knew portuguese

who wants to buy my previous gpu.. it can run.. fortnite normally

https://youtu.be/XiX0LvvnnMI?t=6

https://youtu.be/XiX0LvvnnMI?t=14

all the quick chats were from this video

the only word I know.. would be like.. porque?? that’s about as good at my spanish/portuguese speaking gets

xD he likes throwing stones. xD

when you realize.. that you need 64 GB not 32GB of ram..

with chrome.. opera used a fraction of what chrome is using..

like.. 10 times less ram

f*ck I need these curtains..

stupid shits..

https://youtu.be/7Wd9A32T0TU

siemano bania

https://youtu.be/jMAShwisnQI

last pices of cake..

hm.. cake is so good to eat in the morning when I need energy

it’s really sweet with preserves and glaze..

I need to add less sugar to glaze.. next time..

https://youtu.be/hkcxvD1VsDk?t=84

https://youtu.be/hkcxvD1VsDk?t=141

https://youtu.be/hkcxvD1VsDk?t=169

https://youtu.be/YfoqxbKhVJQ?t=774

jesus fucking christ..

https://youtu.be/rGtVfHBrtDc?t=41

I need get up in the morning.. can’t be on computer right after I got out of bed..

https://youtu.be/aHGd6LqAVzw?t=316

https://youtu.be/MLWIp5bfM70?t=86

jesus christ my mother told my sister to cut my hair.. and.. now I get cold at night.. because I sleep with window open obviously.. so I’m cold in my head at night

because my mother told my sister to cut my hair..

https://youtu.be/MLWIp5bfM70?t=279

I met girl like her.. there were 2 girls.. and.. girl that reminds me of her asked me for money.. of course.. xD

and I though.. what?? for drugs?? or what

what do you need money for.. I didn’t give them money

I don’t know them.. so how can I know

all the stuff I have heard you know

I don’t know what people they are..

https://youtu.be/6R8QvOf20_w?t=208

https://youtu.be/CJk6VO5Kdd4?t=1303

https://youtu.be/CJk6VO5Kdd4?t=1365

lol.. lifeline with gold backpack is like.. zombie army. xD

you kill them and they just keep getting up

and I didn’t know if they infect me with hiv so I didn’t want them to come close I guess

I was scared of hiv also..

https://youtu.be/abnYTaVNTEo

“I’m a ganster baby. just kidding. oh no she didn’t.” xD

https://youtu.be/FDfUjM-vygI?t=96

https://youtu.be/qw4trr0eX78?t=61

the fly is gone.. maybe the spider has took it already

in hospital it was the same.. cold outside.. and opened windows..

I stretched my arm for like.. 10 seconds.. I should spent like.. double as much or more.. though

omg. fumes.. somebody is riding a really polluting car..

bye bye siciliano

https://youtu.be/l48hwpdOisw?t=46

https://youtu.be/l48hwpdOisw?t=53

https://youtu.be/l48hwpdOisw?t=104

sicilia.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sicily

https://youtu.be/l48hwpdOisw?t=130

sicilian mafia

https://www.youtube.com/c/sharishaxd/videos

strimersha karina lives in italy

https://images.app.goo.gl/KktXpTf7ZDSUkxxJ8

https://youtu.be/tT08ks-ekxo

https://youtu.be/tT08ks-ekxo?t=35

this dude looks like I imagine italian person would look like

https://youtu.be/tT08ks-ekxo?t=97

https://youtu.be/tT08ks-ekxo?t=116

незащитные шыпы

https://youtu.be/LktkNlsGh34

and it’s a white rose

https://youtu.be/pv3GG6A-8wk?t=51

https://youtu.be/pv3GG6A-8wk?t=98

без защтные шыпы

https://youtu.be/tT08ks-ekxo?t=274

который жрёт xD

https://youtu.be/tT08ks-ekxo?t=292

bloopers. xD

https://youtu.be/rXNxuYeHZ64?t=42

https://youtu.be/84CzccgLhjk?t=117

https://youtu.be/84CzccgLhjk?t=210

she’s skinny

https://youtu.be/84CzccgLhjk?t=378

https://youtu.be/AVQljhHVcGY?t=80

https://images.app.goo.gl/zrvrDJd2E8bkkvVd6

https://youtu.be/sdKoEVCr_l8?t=11

xD xD

https://youtu.be/sdKoEVCr_l8?t=94

what is this mic...

his mic died??

https://youtu.be/sdKoEVCr_l8?t=139

ето удар? вот это удар

https://youtu.be/sdKoEVCr_l8?t=224

https://youtu.be/sdKoEVCr_l8?t=282

https://youtu.be/sdKoEVCr_l8?t=324

https://youtu.be/sdKoEVCr_l8?t=458

сыграй сегодня на виви xD

вивере??

вивир xD

omg it’s 4pm already??

wow.. people are burning leaves.. I remember when we were burning leafs..

I can smell people burning leaves

I need to stretch.. :(

https://youtu.be/IbKmIpTfKeo?t=47

looking for some good music.. to listen..

https://youtu.be/IbKmIpTfKeo?t=214

“next video “why I threw these stones”“ xD

https://youtu.be/3VIHZhGcUeE?t=96

https://youtu.be/IbKmIpTfKeo?t=189

https://youtu.be/kODOqb8h0aw

https://youtu.be/kODOqb8h0aw?t=102

water cooling on streaming pc?? does streaming take that much processing power?? whatever..

what’s the point of water cooling.. on streaming pc.. I mean.. that’s her pc..

maybe she’s using it when she’s not streaming for other stuff

https://youtu.be/3taEuL4EHAg

https://youtu.be/3taEuL4EHAg?t=138

https://youtu.be/3taEuL4EHAg?t=140

https://upjoke.com/pubic-hair-jokes

“ John comes home and tells Mary he will perform oral sex on herMary really excited goes into bed. John gives her oral sex and after they noticed that John had a pubic hair stuck in his teeth. They struggle to get it out but they do not manage to do it. Then John says: J: Mary I will go to the dentist to help me. M: If you think this is the best idea then go. The dentist manages to pull the hair out and ask John: D: John you did the "nasty" with Mary, didn't you? J: Yes doc how did you know, from the hair in my teeth? D: No John, you have shit on your chin. “

oh.. the billy joke

can they fix that tumblr bullshit??

omg.. I can’t read.. f*ck..

billy joke but I forgot I can’t read

https://youtu.be/IbKmIpTfKeo?t=342

https://youtu.be/8Xaih-4grMk?t=2547

wow “chapters”

can they add “chapters” to mp4 videos too??

so I can add timestamps to gameplay in example

https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=pubic+hair+jokes

“no pubes” lol... “pubbies” “playing pubbies”...

https://www.twitch.tv/saltychikcen/video/778982130?filter=archives&sort=time

that’s how she called one of her streams..

she likes these jokes too

https://images.app.goo.gl/FDzUzaEoAsmhPpTj6

in korea.. people say.. on youtube... that everyone gets hair removal all the time in korea

https://youtu.be/nqBgFcCn2P8

see guys? these dogs.. are not home dogs idiots..

idiots who treat pitbulls like home dogs..

they just want to bite into somebody’s face

they can’t even fix this bullshit on tumblr..

how can this site even exist if they can’t even fix one basic thing

https://youtu.be/nqBgFcCn2P8?t=44

https://youtu.be/nqBgFcCn2P8?t=69

what???? they took it from.. where??

but.. it grew together really well

it assimilated really well with rest of skin

idiots who treat dogs like putbill like domestic dogs..

when they bite there’s no way to get them to release their bite

they can bite whole face.. they can fit whole face between their jaws

there’s no way you can get them to open their jaws after they bit anyone

https://youtu.be/BN5me-2CZWw

https://youtu.be/BN5me-2CZWw?t=34

https://youtu.be/BN5me-2CZWw?t=42

big stacks!!

only 100,000 views??

https://youtu.be/BN5me-2CZWw?t=158

https://www.twitch.tv/saltychikcen/video/778982130?filter=archives&sort=time

this is the face of a person who succubed to matrialistic world

https://www.youtube.com/c/Yoomjji/videos

https://youtu.be/eayfAuyM1K0

https://youtu.be/eayfAuyM1K0?t=168

https://youtu.be/eayfAuyM1K0?t=430

https://youtu.be/eayfAuyM1K0?t=458

https://youtu.be/eayfAuyM1K0?t=492

https://youtu.be/tsaQ3a7sFGk?t=127

https://youtu.be/BN5me-2CZWw?t=145

https://youtu.be/BN5me-2CZWw?t=153

https://youtu.be/TnfRNj2z730?t=300

jesus christ I feel like a fucking zorro this time..

because he never shows his face.. like..

https://youtu.be/GWllXKXoHN8

https://youtu.be/GWllXKXoHN8?t=33

ok.. she looks like..

like.. zorro is like.. mexican.. story.. she looks like sammy.. and.. sammy said she’s.. half mexican actually

https://youtu.be/GWllXKXoHN8?t=112

and sammy also likes this style of clothes

https://youtu.be/GWllXKXoHN8?t=157

her hair is a wig??

https://youtu.be/GWllXKXoHN8?t=178

damn this is real weapon

4k.. so.. there’s.. 1080p.. and then it’s.... 1440p is.. 2.5k.. and then it’s 4k..

https://youtu.be/GWllXKXoHN8?t=137

could you see difference in 4k and 1080p in here??

it’s old movie.. they didn’t have 4k back then.. most likely.. but maybe they recorded it... like.. I don’t know..

https://youtu.be/21PfWvJrQ_k

https://youtu.be/21PfWvJrQ_k?t=41

aloe

https://youtu.be/21PfWvJrQ_k?t=198

he’s going faster and faster now. xD

now he can’t stop

https://youtu.be/21PfWvJrQ_k?t=379

I saw this thing already

f*ck you...

I wasn’t bad with wingman

but my team was really aggressive

still not bad though.. top 3

I’m depressed because I heard mean stuff again

I wanna kick this fucking idiot’s ass

fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you omfg.

stupid shit

why.. do I have to live with these shits

I’m depressed because of this stupid shit

fuck you

stupid shit..

stupid idiot

stupid trash

I don’t know how much I’m gonna be able to put up with it

I mean I don’t know how much I can stand this shit

he just comes and get me completely out of tune.. he’s so.. omfg..it’s going away

I felt a relief.

he pushed me completely out of tune.. but now I felt better.. I felt super trash

f*ck you. I need to stop repeating this

it usually just goes away after like.. 30 minutes.. when people make you mad..

usually like more than 30 minutes.

when people make you super mad. but now I felt better I felt a relief.

he wasn’t takling to me since.. yesterday.. because I didn’t see him today.. when I don’t see people for longer time they make me mad when they talk to me

https://youtu.be/BN5me-2CZWw?t=7

https://youtu.be/BN5me-2CZWw?t=42

I said in the past.. that poppy’s music wasn’t a failure

because people criticized her

f*ck.. like.. really.. like.. if my mother was here.. then my brother would stop using me..

and he would calm the f*ck down.. but..

he was supposed to go to work.. like.. he said he found a job..

but.. I don’t know if he actually took it.. because he wanted to be back for christmass.. and there’s like.. not much time to christmass.. sh*t.. I wanted to sell my graphics card before they release the.. 3060..

3060 is gonna cost like... I guess.. like.. 300$?? 350??

https://images.app.goo.gl/ytaZ6795Viu9FcRA9

lol.. what the fuck.. they were supposed to be cheaper.. of course.. they’re not as cheap as they said.. there are additional taxes or something.. I don’t know

https://images.app.goo.gl/wE9Y2Zj1cFFd1DSd7

hm...

https://images.app.goo.gl/J994zz4nDjck1pFT8

lol..

https://images.app.goo.gl/BQ6EWkTqutgLs17K6

3070 was supposed to be 500$

so 3060 is not gonna be as cheap either.. I though 3080 was supposed to be 500$.. without taxes.. with taxes and fees it’s even more

that’s good.. but.. I should.. sell my card.. it’s getting old.. someone else can use it instead..

I guess

because I don’t need it now

I wouldn’t put it in a computer that I would be building right now.. if I were to build a computer now..

I would put at least something that I have right now in my pc..

lol. imagine that my ram cost almost as much as graphics card..

ram is so expensive

I can sell my old grpahics card.. but.. like.. honestly like.. cpi.. you know.. money loses value just like a grpahics card.. so I.. think.. what should I invest this money..

stupid.. everything is dumb.. all this.. money.. you know.. property.. something is someone’s property because he bought it with money.. stupid.. hate it.

just because people pay money for something.. it wasn’t like that before.. the world wasn’t ruled by money before.. there was no paper no money in the past.. only stones..

just because someone paid certain amount of money for something.. doesn’t mean that it’s his..

just because somebody makes money.. makes them.. a government friend.. so he gets “protection” from the government.. fuck you.. stupid shits..

and government pays police.. stupid shit..

I don’t know what the fuck is going wrong with this world..

sh*t.. I use so much bottled water.. how do I replace.. people produce.. these.. I mean.. they start using.. some different bottles..

like.. the one I have.. says.. “50% recycled”

there was a video of this taiwanese girl on youtube.. she made this video about bottles.. she lives here.. speaks same language..

she speaks language really well

this bottle has really pretty color. it looks really cool

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polyethylene_terephthalate

wow.. this is the plastic they also use in clothes

this bottle is thick and.. has.. like.. circle rows around the bottom.. to make it more firm..

and it has blue color

https://youtu.be/sdKoEVCr_l8?t=552

https://youtu.be/sdKoEVCr_l8?t=569

https://youtu.be/sdKoEVCr_l8?t=643

https://youtu.be/SXERbA_YXog

like.. one of the most annoying things.. is that.. my mother.. doesn’t let me open windows.. and.. she.. turns on all the heaters to max..

and she plays loud music all the time.. and.. there are more really bad things..

like.. talking on the phone 24/7.. on speaker.. with some random dudes.. very loud.. all the time..

https://youtu.be/SXERbA_YXog?t=111

lol.. not a bug courier.. I’ve already had enough of bugs.. (I mean this spider.. who crept all day since yesterday)..

https://youtu.be/SXERbA_YXog?t=114

it’s a spider too..

https://youtu.be/SXERbA_YXog?t=610

от е бись

https://youtu.be/3BsOOOH_Nic

she’s sleeping on it

how can you sleep on that gun.. damn this spider scarred me yesterday.. and he’s been creeeeeeeepy!!! as fuck..

not moving since yesterday.. and suddenly disappearing when I killed a fly..

that’s “prowling” spider.. they don’t make any webs.. they just travel.. to find food

https://youtu.be/3BsOOOH_Nic?t=73

her inventory.. looks like this: 10 stacks of heavy and light ammo. xD

I had a super long range headshot again.. with wingman.. I always hit headshots in long range for some reason.. instead of normal body shots..

the game still wasn’t bad.. +64 points or something like that..

that was like.. my first game or something..

https://youtu.be/3BsOOOH_Nic?t=201

I shouldn’t have fought highground.. on one team.. in one game..

wingman is f*cking insane

so there are 2 markets in my town now.. xD and the 2nd one that was built recently.. wants to take other one’s customers.. so they made a lot of discounts.. and now they stopped doing discounts.. and the 2nd market started doing discounts..

is he gonna like.. leave to work.. because I’m having enough of him.. I mean.. I don’t wanna do anything

https://youtu.be/3BsOOOH_Nic?t=524

at least she has enough money to do free content

https://youtu.be/3BsOOOH_Nic?t=613

she wouldn’t have chance against me.. with me with wingman

I mean.. once I would.. practice.. because I need more practice

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCMywqdmr7grLe9LJF99aumQ/videos

few days ago.. I was like.. “she should change her profile picture..” she finally did yesterday

https://ask.fm/HeavyMaintenance/answers/162648289877

guys look at this sh*t..

https://ask.fm/NanamiChanfanka/threads/164204166303

loging to curious cat.. first message from couriouscat.. “something something” “..be nice” -> block

my first curiouscat question is.. “ is this question funny? because I don't think so. then why are you laughing. xD”

that was the first curiouscat question that came to my mind

omg.. she did pumpkin color hair for halloween.. god.. I forgot that it’s orange because it’s halloween

or.. should I just.. I mean.. I can just.. use..

https://youtu.be/Lb_gvp6Zxvs?t=54

ctrl + F7..

I’m using control for F9 anyway..

https://images.app.goo.gl/b5DWHhRueWaYuKpGA

https://youtu.be/niCAVlUAyME?t=158

https://youtu.be/niCAVlUAyME?t=179

lol schools closed. xD

https://youtu.be/niCAVlUAyME?t=251

damn he’s fast

https://youtu.be/niCAVlUAyME?t=267

he had the крыса movement speed buff

https://youtu.be/niCAVlUAyME?t=286

wow. 414

without any active buffs

https://youtu.be/niCAVlUAyME?t=481

научил молодова xD

https://youtu.be/niCAVlUAyME?t=589

so fast

https://youtu.be/niCAVlUAyME?t=922

wow.

octarine with neutral item

https://youtu.be/kXEDGIguAYs?t=6

виви

imba wingman

I didn’t pull my pants high today this time.. when after eating.. so I didn’t get heartburn again.. it worked..

https://youtu.be/kXEDGIguAYs?t=855

lol ping.

https://youtu.be/kXEDGIguAYs?t=1034

https://youtu.be/kXEDGIguAYs?t=1152

https://youtu.be/kXEDGIguAYs?t=1230

https://youtu.be/kXEDGIguAYs?t=1253

https://youtu.be/kXEDGIguAYs?t=1271

void dies to bm 3rd time.. does he have.. satanic??

https://youtu.be/kXEDGIguAYs?t=1138

no. no satanic

https://youtu.be/kXEDGIguAYs?t=1379

in shackless..

https://youtu.be/kXEDGIguAYs?t=1478

he wants to farm..

https://youtu.be/kXEDGIguAYs?t=1496

void bot

https://youtu.be/kXEDGIguAYs?t=1629

bot.

https://youtu.be/kXEDGIguAYs?t=1626

wow.. he always dies so fast.. because.. sf has.. like.. sf I think has.. deso.. and.. like... aura.. and.. maybe they also have curias.. and void is using.. mask of madness

https://youtu.be/kXEDGIguAYs?t=1625

yes. they have AC and.. sf aura.. but.. without deso..

and weaver also has AC.

https://youtu.be/kXEDGIguAYs?t=1712

void dies so fast

with MOM.. has has like.. 10 armor or something or less

lets say he has.. 22 without anything.. -6?? sf aura.. -8?? mom?? -14

like.. 8 armor or something

https://youtu.be/eayfAuyM1K0?t=430

https://youtu.be/eayfAuyM1K0?t=461

fomo??

https://youtu.be/hkcxvD1VsDk

https://youtu.be/hkcxvD1VsDk?t=223

https://youtu.be/xwyaHDrXqSU?t=827

https://youtu.be/xwyaHDrXqSU?t=851

“that’s why dota lags so much”

https://youtu.be/xwyaHDrXqSU?t=1274

wow nice split push

first time I see this 60 minut item

https://youtu.be/VcIjLGwx91A

https://youtu.be/VcIjLGwx91A?t=40

https://youtu.be/znasMiM2BNI?t=50

omg.. starked.. the worst..

if you get starked.. you’re left with only 30 hp.. and get slowed.. that’s like.. 2 volt shots..

https://youtu.be/znasMiM2BNI?t=122

28? is that a lot?? I think.. the.. other dude.. has like.. I think other dude has a lot more.. I think

please nerf starking.. that’s actually.. like.. a pretty good ninja strategy.. starking

https://youtu.be/znasMiM2BNI?t=204

starker.. damn..

it does 85% hp as damage

https://youtu.be/znasMiM2BNI?t=227

ninja

https://youtu.be/VcIjLGwx91A?t=57

https://youtu.be/VcIjLGwx91A?t=97

how to do the wall jump

https://youtu.be/VcIjLGwx91A?t=200

he’s playing on wide. resolution

https://youtu.be/VcIjLGwx91A?t=251

oh my

https://youtu.be/AltYRaIBfQ4

“ I'M THE BEST WINGMAN PLAYER IN APEX LEGENDS!!! | Albralelie “

https://youtu.be/AltYRaIBfQ4?t=92

here we go.. this is where the game starts

wtf he slept

https://youtu.be/AltYRaIBfQ4?t=169

he didn’t hit any headshots yet..

he doesn’t try to show off because it’s ranked

my wingman is more better now.. because I know.. now.. that.. it actually has.. really high bullet drop.. and that it’s actually very low bullet velocity.. like I noticed it when I first started using this gun..

https://youtu.be/AltYRaIBfQ4?t=539

he’s just picking it up for content..

https://youtu.be/AltYRaIBfQ4?t=624

wow they were scared to push it..

https://youtu.be/AltYRaIBfQ4?t=705

there wasn’t many wingman clips..

but he did hit all wingman close shots

stupid youtube.. notifications don’t work again..

I hate you youtube so much

https://youtu.be/swW1T-p_w7w

“ I POPPED OFF WITH THE GOLDEN VOLT!!! “

https://images.app.goo.gl/Htm6Wbw8hQLNXosy9

jinny hachubby colab again?

lol.. these world war 4 theorists.. I mean.. these people who are predicting world war 4 every weekend..

with every opportunity they get

I think the spider is back again.. on the same spot.. god.. he’s such a f*cking creepy insect..

he’s still on the same spot.. imagine him walking on my head when I sleep.. bleh.. gross..

maybe he’s even want to bite me.. I was bitten by spider in the past..

I have been bit by spider before

and I didn’t become a spiderman..

I’m gonna f*cking kill this trash

what a f*cking asshole.. he’s just there waiting.. looking at me all the time..

what a f*cking asshole..

he’s gonna bite me when I go to sleep..

and if I go on him.. he’s gonna run away.. because he’s smart.. and he went out only few steps outside.. so he can run away whenever he wants.. stupid shit

god.. stupid spiders.. you know this movie about spiders?? when they.. multiplied like crazy. god.. that was a... he’s like.. you know.. spiders.. one spider.. makes.. like.. 500 new spiders.. when they make new spiders

f*ck..

https://youtu.be/pfgqH7xK_jQ?t=38

my is eating flies..

https://youtu.be/pfgqH7xK_jQ?t=52

https://youtu.be/pfgqH7xK_jQ?t=126

I have no more questions

https://youtu.be/eNKW_ieL-oM (horror don’t watch please)

jesus.. this is what I needed to see before sleep..

https://youtu.be/IH8WlIS96Y0?t=38

maybe it was this one

https://youtu.be/IH8WlIS96Y0?t=162

it was this one

https://youtu.be/0tU9ceE6Hsg

https://youtu.be/0tU9ceE6Hsg?t=129

how deadly is this spider..

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anyphaenidae

“Species in the latter genus are important predators in several agricultural systems, especially tree crops. They are able to detect and feed on insect eggs, despite their poor eyesight. They share this ability at least with some miturgid spiders.“

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cheiracanthiidae

I don’t know what type exactly it is.. it’s very long..

I don’t know if he was there.. now I can’t see him.. he’s such a..

no.. lol.. he’s there.. he was there.. he went out again.. he doesn’t like that.. I have light on.. he wants to come out.. because it’s night.. but I have light on.. that’s why he wants to come out..

he wanted to come out because he wanted to find food.. I turned the light off the light.. so he can come out..

he’s gonna eat all the dead flies..

because the flies.. come inside here.. because it’s colder outside now.. because winter is coming

ok. that’s cool. he can walk all he wants.. if he won’t find anything here.. then he’s gonna.. like.. go somewhere else.. like.. I don’t know how he got here.. like.. he must have come.. here somehow.. maybe he was smaller before.. or something I don’t know.. how did he got here.. though window?? though.. basement??

he’s just gonna look for something to eat

it said on wikipedia.. that.. they can sense.. like.. other insect as food..

like.. I’m not sleepy though..

I don’t wanna go to sleep..

I’m not going to fucking sleep.. I’m not gonna sleep all night and play all night and sleep during day

I wish I had like.. god.. like.. I want a lamp.. that doesn’t give as much light.. like a small lamp..

lol.. I’m getting as whiny as elon musk who can’t go to mars..

because I was like.. like.. I can’t read.. korean..

https://youtu.be/30rzLzlIM2g

shagershaftsasldfkjlaskdjftum..

I kinda.. started to begin to accept.. the fact.. that I won’t know korean.. nobody needs more languages than one.. but.. people can’t communicate.. if they speak different languages..

I’m being as whiny as elon musk..

https://youtu.be/EBaa1lJwUNg?t=43

https://youtu.be/EBaa1lJwUNg?t=66

https://youtu.be/K1rH_BdaLpo?t=80

but.. the design of each language.. is.. to be able to express everything.. so like.. nobody needs more than one language.. to say whatever they want.. but.. if people don’t speak same language.. then they can’t understand anything

jumpu fightu punchtsh..... how to.. like..

there’s one youtuber.. that live in tropical climate.. you know.. all the.. I mean.. lots of bugs.. and.. like.. yeah.. exotic.. like.. you know.. lots of snakes.. weird bugs..

she lives on tropical island

so like.. now.. it’s spring on her island.. and it’s a lot warmer than here..

I wanna eat something.. so I can go to sleep faster..

https://youtu.be/xJkFZmVfSaI?list=PLyVaF6bvPQ-R84s8_qr69WM-PyjB2qs3N&t=16

https://youtu.be/WNNz0D3TXSw?t=583

https://youtu.be/xnwmIKjysn8

https://youtu.be/6I-purQSn7o?t=216

looks like linda. linda also was wearing braces

https://youtu.be/N2wXo584hos?t=21

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