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thespiritssaidso · 2 months

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Call Me Cinnamon

Chapter 3: Huh. Well, That's New.

Notes: Thisssss took foreverrrrrr. But it's done now! So here you go :3 Also, big thanks to @obsidiancreates for beta reading!

Walking into the station, the two — technically three — almost immediately ran into Lassiter, who also happened to be going in.

“Lassie! Fancy seeing you here.” They had stopped at the front doors inside, next to the counter at the entrance.

He just gave Shawn an icy stare. “Spencer, I work here. You on the other hand, do not.”

He’s about to continue walking further down the hall. Shawn asked, “Where’s Jules?”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but she’s in the Chief’s office. What are you two doing here? Don’t you have your own circus to run?”

“Okay first of all: ouch, Lassie. You wound me. And Gus too. Second of all: we run a very real private detective business, solving your very real crimes.”

Lassiter scoffed. “Oh please. A frat house run by monkeys would be better at solving crimes than you two buffoons.”

Shawn heard a small ‘ooo buuuurned!’ from Cinnamon, but ignored her and continued “-and third of all: the Chief called us in for a meeting, said it was urgent. Not sure what it’s about. Although,” he quickly comes to a realization, and raises his fingers to his temple, “I’m sensing that it’s the same meeting she scheduled with you and Jules.”

Lassiter’s face scrunched up in confusion. “What? Why would she call you two in?”

Gus cut in before Shawn could. “No idea. She didn’t say anything over the phone.”

Shawn noticed that Cinnamon was being uncharacteristically quiet, save for the comment from earlier. He looked over at the nearest reflection — a mirror just above the bench at the entryway— and saw her standing directly in front of Lassiter, the biggest grin ever on her face.

“God, he is so much hotter in person.”

That really caught him off guard. Sure, Lassie was good looking, to the point where even he couldn’t deny it. But he didn’t expect her to say it so bluntly and up front like that. That seemed to be a common theme with Cinnamon.

She started rambling. “…but damn, I forgot he got that horrible haircut. It’s absolutely atrocious. He looked so much better in… 2008? No, no… 2011! Yeah, 2011.” She put a finger to her chin in thought. "But it did look really nice in 2017." She nodded to herself, but looked confused for a second. “Wait. It’s 2010 now, right?”

Subconsciously, Shawn let out a short laugh before trying to cover it.

But Lassiter caught it, and asked, “What’s so funny?”

Shawn thought on his feet, and quickly said, “Oh, nothing. Just the spirits. And…oh!” His fingers sprung back up to his head. “They are saying your haircut is, quote-unquote, ‘atrocious’.”

Unimpressed, he just gave Shawn a look and turned around.

“Wait, noooo! Why’d you say that I said that? Tell him I take it back!”

Too late. Lassiter had already stalked off.

“You’re just mad jealous I like Lassie more than you.”

Shawn huffed a small sigh. He was about to tell her to suck it, but stopped himself, remembering that he was literally the only person who could even hear Cinnamon. He turned to Gus. “Go on ahead, tell the Chief I'll be right there.”

Gus hesitates a for a second, looking like he’s going to ask why. But he just says, “Alright.” and walked to the chief’s office.

He pulled out his phone and pretended to call someone. Putting it up to his ear, he said “Rule 5-”

“You mean rule 4.”

“What? No, I mean rule 5.”

“Technically, rule 4 doesn’t exist, since you forgot it. So, that automatically makes the next one rule 4.”

Shawn rubbed his eyes with his free hand. At this point, he was too tired to argue. He was running on roughly three and a half hours of sleep and nothing to keep him awake. Not even coffee. The world was cruel like that.

“…Fine, rule 4: no making off handed comments about Lassie. Or anyone, actually.”

“Aww what, why?!”

“Because, despite being set back the crippling disability of not seeing the future, I can just tell that you won't be able to shut up about him-”

“You don’t know that...”

“-and I really don’t want to hear what you think about Lassie’s ass.” A police officer walked by and gave him a strange look when he said that last part. Shawn just waved awkwardly.

“…uhm, I never actually said anything about his ass, dude.”

He backtracked, and realized Cinnamon was right. “Don't change the subject."

"But I didn't-"

"Just... keep it PG, alright?"

"Ugghh fine. Whatever."

“What’s the deal with your obsession with Lassie, anyway?

She traded her slightly irritated expression for one that looked like she was daydreaming. “His wet cat personality and autistic rizz have captivated me.”

“…I’m not even going to ask what that means.”

“Good. I wasn’t gonna tell you anyways.”

That tracked. "This is so weird. He's like, 17 years older than you, at most."

She started nodding along, but stopped and thought for a minute. "No, wait. He's like..." She started counting on her fingers. "...23- no, 22 years older than me right now."

That made Shawn stop and think too, quickly doing the math in his head. “Wait, You’re not even 21 yet?”

She looked very confused when he said that. “Why would you think I’m older than 21?”

He raised his eyebrows. “You’re literally wearing a jacket for a pub right now.” She was, in fact, wearing a zip-up hoodie advertising a pub. It had been completely unzipped to show off her shirt, which was a forest green shirt advertising a place called Westview, the colors complimenting her vibrant red hair. Was that why she preferred to be called Cinnamon? Because of her hair color? He was getting off track.

She looked down at what she was wearing, and said, “Oh yeah, I forgot I was wearing that.” She fiddled with the zipper. “I only got it because my family takes me and my siblings there a lot, and it looked really comfy.”

“Okay, so if you’re 19, then-”

"I should've chosen something better. Like, literally anything else in my closet would’ve been good. Can't believe this is the fit I have to wear for eternity."

"...I think you'll be fine." Where was he? "So, if you're 19..." Shawn’s face scrunched up. “Oh. Ew, that means Lassie-”

“-is old enough to be my dad, yeah yeah yeah. But that just means I can call him a dilf.”

“What.”

“Don’t worry about it. Now come onnnn, the Chief is waiting for you! Us, technically. Also, I kinda wanna see what this meeting is about.” She was right. They had been talking for a little longer than he thought they would. He ‘ended’ the phone call, and ran over to Chief Vick’s office. On the way over, Cinnamon muttered song lyrics under her breath. He caught a few words — I know, you know — but didn't recognize it. It was probably some future song she conveniently had stuck in her head.

When he walked in, he saw that Juliet and Lassiter had taken the seats in front of Chief’s desk, the former being on the right and the latter being on the left. Gus had opted to stand between but also a little behind the both of them. Which left Shawn to stand to next to Gus’ right side.

“Good to see you could finally make it, Mr. Spencer.” The chief got up from her desk and began pulling down all of the blinds. Consequently, that also meant getting rid of the reflections, save for the very dull and warped one coming off of her glass fish, which was where Cinnamon now had to reside. However, she had not been standing in view of the fish’s reflection originally, which meant she was unceremoniously shoved towards it by an unseen force.

"Mother fu-"

“Now, I want you all to listen to what I have to say very carefully.” She pulled out a file, one that was labeled ‘Channing, Amber’.

“Last night, we were called in to investigate a car wreck, as I’m sure you remember, detectives?”

Lassiter straightened up. “Of course, Chief. Amber Channing: lost control of her car in the sudden rainstorm and drove off the side of the road into a tree. Her head was practically split in two. But we had already ruled it an accident.”

That caught Cinnamon’s attention. “Wait, isn’t that how I-?”

She was silenced when the Chief opened the file, setting it on her desk for everyone to see.

"Wow. That car is fuuuucked."

Once again, Shawn had to hold back a laugh. This was going to be a problem, wasn’t it?

“Like Lassiter said, this is Amber Channing, the mayors daughter. Although she was better known by the nickname her father gave her: Cinnamon.”

He frowned when she said that. These similarities between the mayor’s daughter and Cinnamon were beginning to unnerve him. First it was the eerily identical deaths, now the nicknames? What’s next, they both look the same? Have the same hobbies? Either Cinnamon had extremely poor memory and this was turning into ‘The Butterfly Effect’, or this was starting to turn into one of those cheesy sci-fi movies with a parallel world the main character was sent to.

Parallel world. It was like he struck a chord deep in his chest. Where had he come up with that thought? As far as he was concerned, he had never seen or heard of any media portraying that trope. What was going on?

Chief Vick continued. “We’ve received some concerning evidence from our new coroner earlier. This might not be something as simple as someone losing control of their car in the rain.”

Juliet leaned forward a bit, curious. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying this is a cover up. Someone killed her and made it look like an accident. Obviously done by an amateur.”

Pointing at the photos of the crime scene, she continued. “As was pointed out by Mr. Strode, some of the cuts and bruises on Ms. Channing’s body don’t exactly match up with the damage done to the car.”

Shawn couldn’t help but ask, “I’m sorry, Chief. You know I’m not really one to look a horse in the nose. But,” He motioned to Gus and himself. “where do we come in?”

Before the Chief could get a word out, Gus said, “The saying is ‘looking a gift horse in the mouth’ Shawn.”

“I’ve heard it both ways.”

Chief Vick was visibly restraining herself from rolling her eyes. “I was getting to that.” She moved the photo of the wreck and revealed a new one underneath. "There was a note written on the windshield — or, what was left of it." There was indeed writing on the glassy remains of the windshield. It looked like it had been written in glowing green ink. Although it was almost impossible to read, having been written in a swoopy caligraphy. It read-

"Good luck, Shawn Spencer"

"As far as we and the photographers are concerned, that wasn't there the night of the crash. Nor was it originally in this picture. It just... appeared."

———

The meeting was over now. Chief Vick had ordered them to convene in the morgue and examine the body for themselves.

Before Shawn could take another step out of the office, Gus stopped him. “Shawn, can I speak to you for a minute?”

He froze a bit before pretending to act completely natural. “Uhhh yeah! Sure, man. What’s up?”

“Nice. Real smooth.”

“Why were you talking to yourself outside Chief’s office?”

“Ooohhh shit, he’s on to us.”

“Gus, don’t be the grass on this side of the road. I’m fine! I promise.”

Cinnamon let out a little snort, and Gus made a tsch sound. “I’m not stupid, Shawn. I know you didn’t call anyone. Besides, you’ve been acting weird all morning. You haven’t made a single pop culture reference. You're still wearing your clothes from yesterday! So why. Were you. Talking to yourself?”

“Spencer! Guster!” They both look down the hall and see Lassiter, Juliet, and Chief Vick standing impatiently down the hall.

“Be right there, Lassie!” Shawn turns back to Gus. “Okay dude, I promise you the second I can, I’ll tell you everything.”

Gus looked like he wanted to argue a bit more, but ended up giving in. “Fine. But you’re telling me all the details, don’t leave anything out.”

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Notes: That’s it! Grrr I can’t wait to write out the next chapter

ao3 link

Beginning: Prologue

Previous: Chapter 2

Next: Chapter 4

Also, full credit to @birdyboylassie for helping come up with this line:

#shawn spencer #burton guster #carlton lassiter #juliet o'hara #chief Vick #karen vick #psych #psych 2006 #psych usa #psychusa #psych tv #psych show #psych tv show #psych fic #psych fanfic #psych fanfiction #toast tries to write

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computerything · 9 months

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Opinions on The Adventure Zone [comic vers.]

I decided to, a while back, read up to book 3 of the comic version of TAZ along with skimming book 4 enough to get a good idea of it. And I've certainly got a few thoughts here in this noodle of mine.

Disclaimer: I have not listened to the original podcast the comic is based on. I've only read the books. So keep that in mind.

Also, spoiler warning.

Individual reviews:

Book 1: I rather enjoyed it! It was some silly guys going on silly adventures with a nice helping of drama and mystique, mainly from the flame glove thing and all the weird static talk. The characters were likeable in a doofus-y way, and I liked the implication that there was advanced tech in this universe in addition to magic. That's something I wished was in more fantasy.

I really liked Magic Bryan's over-the-top theatrics. I do find it odd that a supposedly high-level wizard lost to a bunch of random adventures, but okay, it's DnD. That stuff happens for the plot.

The magic fire glove was badass, and I like the concept of the guy using it being consumed by his own rage and going ham. Rather fitting.

Art wise, the style was very nice. I like the semi-sketchiness of it, it fits the narrative!

Book 2: I didn't like this one quite as much as book 1. We meet the Bureau of Balance, who immediately act suspicious. For heaven's sake, they have a damn otherworldly abomination that sucks the knowledge out of people's brains on a universal scale! Yet it's played off as "perfectly fine" and "nothing to worry about." Huh? Wha? It's... it's a giant brainwashing jellyfish thing... and that's not spooky? WHAT? And don't worry, I have more to say about these bureaucratic buffoons.

Garfield was great though. Very cool guy.

Anyway, the idea of a murder mystery on a train is absolutely awesome. Murder on the Oriental Express, anyone? But everyone clowning on the murderer [Jeeves, this butler-looking guy] made him feel like less than an actual threat, and his rather anticlimactic disposal felt contrived and forced.

I rather liked the concept of the Oculus, the idea of making an army out of illusions is kind of neat. A shame that not only was it never really used, the damn bureau destroys it.

This was when I began to realize that I hated the BoB. Rather than research the artifacts and try to find a way to safely use them, they just destroy them. Sure, they're dangerous, but perhaps there's a way to filter their power so that it is no longer corruptive? But no. Artifact bad, must destroy. Knowledge bad, must feed to big fish. Urgh.

Book 3: Kind of not super memorable to me. Uh... The car designs were pretty neat. I like the idea of underground racing, it's an old trope but it's a good one. The artifact was cool, though I wish it was more racing-based. Or the race was more plant-based, like in a giant tree or something. That would have rocked.

Overall, I really liked Hurley and Sloane's dynamic. They had nice chemistry and I actually felt for them! In fact, Sloane was definitely the star of this one. I always love a badass thief with a cool outfit, lol.

The one thing I didn't like was that it felt like Sloane being turned evil was just shoved in by the DM to go, "See? See? The BoB is good because the artifacts made this lady go all evil and kill her girlfriend! And she felt so much guilt she sacrificed herself too! The artifacts are totally evil guys! More evil than the BoB!"

And the random council guy turning all evil was kind of pointless. I felt nothing when he died.

Book 4: Oh boy do I have some words about this one.

Positive first... positive first...

Uh, the setting was nice. I like science facilities. The imminent demise of the world was a pretty good motivator, too.

The main guy trying to bring people back from the dead [cough cough his mom] in robot bodies was a little cliché but still a neat concept.

The art was pretty much at its peak here, I think. I love the robot designs!! I love guys with screens for faces so much. Especially Hodgepodge, he was such a silly smug bastard.

Hodgepodge...

Dear, sweet hodgepodge... he didn't deserve to perish. Him dying because of the jellyfish's meddling took my hatred for the BoB from mild annoyance to PURE UNBRIDLED LOATHING. Actually, this whole book kind of did, really.

As I implied before, TAZ has this weird underlying plot thread of "knowledge is evil" that has always bothered me, and it's on full display here, and even extends a bit into "scientists are evil" territory.

For starters, apparently none of the science guys' ideas are theirs, they're just stolen from other dimensions. Which is stupid as hell. If this is supposed to be "no idea is original" again, it does a poor job.

For another, the science guy's mom goes crazy from, you guessed it, knowledge, and would rather die than have said knowledge. Which really pissed me off because I'm the kind of freak who would read all the forbidden texts which drive people mad.

And for yet another, the BoB is portrayed as heroic all over again. The comic literally ends with them all agreeing to trust the director of the BoB and called stupid for having any doubts about the organization. So remember: don't think, don't seek to learn things, just blindly follow your superiors!

Overall:

TAZ has wonderful art and pretty neat characters, settings, and scenarios, but is deeply undermined by it's uncanny promotion of blind trust, discouragement of thinking, and hatred of knowledge. It's weird and creepy.

Also, I will not forgive them for killing hodgepodge. Look at this smug little feller:

Poor guy. Rest in pieces.

#taz #taz balance #taz comic #review #ramblings #sorry for how poorly structured this is I'm not a great reviwer

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im-a-meme-or-so-i-hope · 10 months

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Being a player scares me

So I joined an online friend's campaign and I am perturbed. All of the original players(Two players and a dmpc) are magic casters of some kind so I joined as a Goliath barbarian. I named him Tunk and made him the standard strong but dumb and loveable stereotype. He hits hard, he laughs hard, and he feels hard(Not like that). Anyways, the Dm's campaign is kind of an isekai sao knockoff, Tunk is an npc while the rest are humans from the outside world. That leads to some funny moments of Tunk trying ot talk to things the players know as enemies from other games. But the Dm also adds things made just to make us feel small I think. Main NPC's are warlocks with monstrous gods that could devour us whole. Cool dungeons based on bioshock are unexplorable due to heavy water leaks and so many big sisters. There was a dungeon that we had to fight a bunch of bugs in. Which was fine, Tunk smashes through with his hammer, the others cast fire spells to burn through webs. And then we get to the big boss and he's actually turning people into bugs. Scary and cool right? Well not really, he then turns out to not be the big boss as an eldritch horror crawls out of the cave and forces us to retreat. I don't know why but this feels like a kind of railroad. We could have kept fighting to the dungeon beasts. I was having fun fighting a humanoid bug with 6 arms. But we were just kicked out by the inhabitants... The dmpc isn't very nice. They're a German accented spellcaster who can shapeshift? Kind of overpowered but okay, its his campaign, he can do what he wants. But then he spends most of his out of combat time either fighting our party, drinking at bars, and flirting with the barmaids. I feel kind of left out of these hijinks in a way. I know I chose a boring character type but he still has value and heart. But theres no chance to really use that. I fight, I help, I do what I must because it is right... But the campaign still feels dull and heartless. I don't really know how to feel. I want to be more than just this strong brainless buffoon but I'm not really given a chance to.

#dnd #rant #dungeons and dragons #why

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cutelittlevamp · 3 years

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Horrortober Day 17 - Break

Okay peoplez

Todays reader doesn't take shit from no one. Not even a god o.o

Yandere!Poseidon x Reader for day 17 of @yandere-sins and @pastelbirb s HorrortoberChallenge^^

oh, and if I stop posting I was probably drowned by an ancient sea god that I offended in a oneshot .-. Whatever

TW: mentioned kidnapping; mentioned suicide

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➤ Day 17: Break “Try that again, and I’ll break your arm.” | Add a shattered item of your choice in your drawing.

To be stuck in an underwater castle had its upsides and downsides. Mostly downsides if you thought about it longer. Okay, maybe almost only downsides but there were some rare times where it wasn’t that bad.

You also really liked to watch the fish outside. Just think about it: Who could watch the fish swim in the ocean by looking out of their window? Like, if you had to judge the palace itself you’d be fine. It was really awesome. There was one big problem though …

… and that would be the very tall, muscular - sometimes braindead - host.

He was the only one with access to your chambers too and that only added to the problem.

It was very hard for you to adjust to your new living conditions down here in the sea. The thought of ‘escape’ never really occurred to you as you’d definitely drown outside the palace walls. Maybe Poseidon claimed that he loved you but you didn’t believe it one bit even after staying with him for such a long time.

Apollo also told that one guy that he loved him and what did he do? He preferred jumping off a freaking cliff over going up to Olympus with Apollo. That says it all.

You were mortal. What is a mortal life for an immortal being? For a god? Nothing. You were just … an interest. An experiment. The exciting new toy of a godly buffoon.

You were so sick of it all. Clutching the nearest object - you weren’t sure what it was exactly, just that it was made of metal and felt heavy in your hand - you thought about throwing it against the window. Knowing that it would just go through whatever it was that was keeping the water out you decided against it.

“There you are. How was your day?” Hard to say how your day was if there was never a real change in the lighting. No day night cycle at all.

Instead of answering you just turned towards him and threw the little metal object at him with all the force you could muster. It missed his head by inches and crashed loudly into something behind the god. For a moment nothing happened but then his expression changed and you could hear the sea starting to rage all around you.

You tried your best to stay calm as Poseidon approached you. Never before had you been scared of the god only to remember now, the sea was unpredictable and it changed with his mood. Trying your best to look up at him - he really didn’t like it if you looked away when he was talking to you - you swallowed hard as you saw his icy expression up close.

How could you have forgotten how many mortals died just because he was in a lousy mood?

“Try something like that again, little coral, and I’ll break your arm.”

You had never expected him to say something like that but you had gone so far already why not go a little further still?

“Then break it.” Stretching your arm out towards him you even smiled a little, a challenging look in your eyes. “Break it just like you break boats. Like you're trying to break me.”

#horrortoberchallenge2021 #oneshot #yandere #yandere oneshot #hades game #yandere hades game #hades poseidon #supergiant hades #yandere poseidon #yandere x reader #tw yandere #tw: kidnapping #tw suicide

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wannabe-fic-writer · 3 years

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Moment In Time

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Just when you've gotten out, you’re given a reason to come back.

Warnings: Might be some mild language.

Chapter 2

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“Oh no one is judging you ya big doofus.” You trail a finger along the shiny metal surface, looking at your tinted and distorted reflection.“ Just think it’s a little unnecessary.” Looking up at Tony, you smile.

His brown eyes roll, a hand grabbing onto the roof of the sports car to assist in pulling himself out.“ There’s nothing unnecessary about having options.”

A snort of a laugh falls from your lips as you walk to the next car.“ Yeah sure. If that’s what you want to call this.”

“Half of these aren’t even mine.” He defends himself, hanging the keys up along with the other sets.

Pursing your lips you point to the car you’re in front of,“ who does this belong to then?”

“Natasha.” He answers, taking far too much delight in the way your challengingly cocky attitude drops.

So you decided to hang out for a while, see a couple floors and let Tony explain some things to you as he liked to do, then head home. But you’d found a reason to stick around. Or, better put, Tony found reasons for you to stick around.

You’d go to a floor, take in the sights, the tech, and listen to the man ramble on about the functionality of the floor. Around floor five you were ready to head out but Tony claimed you couldn’t see the medical floor and not go to the labs. And you couldn’t see the labs without seeing his workshop.

This reasoning went on and on until you found yourself in the garage. The sun had set a few hours ago, lights automatically flicked on inside the tower and the seemingly day to day sounds of the tower went away.

It’s quiet now, save for you and Tony talking and him occasionally starting up the cars.

You can’t lie and say you don’t enjoy hanging out with Tony. You’d always enjoyed your time with him, his actions and ideas unpredictable and so genius from the moment he learned to talk. But you also can’t lie and say you weren’t getting tired. A low, dull, rumbling started in your stomach not too long ago from the lack of food since this morning.

Making a bit of a show of looking at the last car, a sleep silver Audi that you know belongs to Tony, you check out the interior and make comments on the exterior. Then over exaggeratedly, you yawn and stretch your arms out.

“Alright T. It’s gettin late. Think it’s about time I head home.” You tell him, walking over and gently dropping your hand onto his shoulder.

He chuckles softly,“ Y/n, what kind of friend would I be if I let you go all the way back to Brooklyn while you’re tired and clearly hungry?” He pats your hand on his shoulder,“ you know Maria didn’t raise me that way.”

It takes every ounce of willpower to not toss him somewhere so you could leave. But you know it’s been some time since you and Tony actually hung out and while he definitely has some ulterior motive to this, his persistence gave it away, you oblige him. Your reasoning is that you know the food will be good.

What you aren’t expecting, however, is to find the entirety of the Avengers sitting around the living room on the main floor. Unlike the other floors that were quiet, a low chatter fills the space and a clanking of cutlery to ceramic plates.

With Tony’s arm around your shoulders, you’re guided to the tables lined with food that looks delicious. Tony obviously has some private chefs around here.

“Um, am I crashing some type of party or bonding time?” You ask him as he starts to pile food onto his plate.

“No,” he smacks his lips and waves you off,“ not really. We just eat together. Cap says it strengthens the team and all and I pay for the food so everyone comes. I’m sure they’ll be glad to have you.” With an almost devilish smile, he puts a bread roll on his plate and turns away.

Your narrowed eyes follow his retreating form. Sighing and shaking your head, you grab a plate, put a little of everything on it, then head over to the unoccupied bar.

Before you sit down to eat, you grab one of Tony’s expensive bottles of liquor off the top shelf. Pouring yourself a glass, you walk around the bar, catching the eyes of a couple members of the team before you sit down.

As you eat and drink, the laughter and banter of the team behind you erasing the silence of the room, you can’t help but remember the numerous times you’d had the privilege of being around your friends like that.

* * * * Flashback * * * *

With a friendly smile you push your chair out and stand up, walking over to the kitchen doorway. Reaching forward you grab the glass dish from the woman’s hands.

“Careful it’s-”

You nod and smile,“ I know. I’m fine.”

Marie’s eyes squint at you and she nods in understanding as she remembers. Patting your arm she turns back to the kitchen right before Jarvis comes out and follows you to the table.

Whispering a quiet ‘excuse me’ to Ana, you reach around her to place the dish on the table, then refind your seat across from her. The second your butt touches the seat two sets of eyes are on you.

“Y/n please tell this buffoon how ludicrous his invention sounds.” The angelically accented voice of your close friends says. You swear you can feel her gaze burning into your temple.

You look over at her, opening your mouth to speak when Howard cuts in.

“No Y/nn, tell Margaret that this is genius. It’s revolutionary!” He exclaims and your eyes widen a little.

Face morphing into an expression of offense, Peggy turns to look at Howard and they start bickering again.

Smiling amusedly, you lean back into the chair, making eye contact with Jarvis’ wife An from across the table.

Both of you shake your heads, An chuckling softly just before Jarvis comes to sit beside her.

“Howard,” the man looks up at the stern but sweet tone of his wife.“ That’s enough honey.” She gives a smile that matches the sweetness of her tone.

The Brit beside you snickers and you lightly smack the side of her leg with the bag of your hand, muttering a quiet,“ relax.” Which results in her huffing and crossing her arms, sending a glare at Howard that she fixes just as Marie sits down across from her.

Despite having been bickering since long before now, the Agent and Philanthropist waste no time in playing nice over dinner. Alongside them, Marie, An, Jarvis, and yourself have one of many very entertaining dinners. Laughs exchanged between all of you.

* * * * Flashback End * * * *

You’re yanked from the memory when a heavy weight lands on your shoulder.

Tensing up, you prepare yourself to fight whoever it is but you quickly remember that you’re in the Avengers tower with earth’s mightiest heroes. The chances of this being an attack are slim.

Still slightly tense, you look over your shoulder at the owner of the hand on your body. To find America’s golden boy looking down at you.

“Everything alright?” He asks, seemingly concerned. .

You give him a small smile and chuckle softly,“ all good Captain.” You give a playfully mocking salute and he sighs instantly afterwards.

Walking around the bar, he leans on top of it with his fingers laced in front of him.“ Listen I- I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did on the jet earlier.”

“That’s one way to put it.” You take a bite of your food, staying silent until you swallow, then sipping your drink.“ We’re good. I know my unexpected bombing was, well, unexpected.” He chuckles lightly at your words and shakes his head.

When he reaches up to almost nervously rub the back of his neck, you know he isn’t completely sure that everything is good.

“Have a drink with me Cap.” You tell him, nodding to the shelf of alcohol behind him.

Looking from you to the drinks, he nods.“ You can call me Steve.” He tells you, putting some ice in his glass then pouring his drink.

“Well Steve,” you raise your glass to him and he gently taps his against yours.“ Feel free to call me Y/n.” You tell him, sipping your drink.

He smiles softly at you, your invitation seemingly having done the job of calming his nerves slightly. Light conversation flows between the two of you, a back and forth of questions that answers don’t hold much consequence but still shed some light on the types of people yourself and Steve are.

By the time the sun has disappeared beyond the horizon and the sky is littered with stars and the lights of every skyscraper you and Steve are well through one of Tony’s more expensive bottles of liquor. Loud laughs sound from the two of you as you joke with one another.

While the alcohol doesn’t affect either of your systems as it would someone else, the other occupants of the living space would assume you were drunk.

It intrigued more than a few of them how loose and easy going Steve is. It wasn’t as if he never had fun with them or drank, but there seemed to be something about you that brought an even lighter aura to the older man.

“It was incredible. I’m telling you,” you shake your head with a small smile of excitement.“ I wasn’t inclined to be excited about it since I was there to see the Yankees kick ass, but the Dodgers played exceptionally well.”

Steve has a small smirk on his face, nodding approvingly as he sips his drink.“ Well I can’t say I’m surprised.”

Once again you laugh, finishing your drink and leaning off of the bar top.“ Ever proud, Mister America.” You say teasingly, bringing yet another laugh from the tall blonde.

He finishes off his drink and you take a deep breath and release it.“ Welp Cap,” pushing up out of your chair, you smile at him,“ it was a pleasure chatting with you. Ever want to talk about the good ole days-”

“I’ll give you a ring.” He holds his hand out to you and you shake it firmly.

As you take up the glasses and your plate you nod a goodbye to Steve and go your separate ways, you to the kitchen and Steve to the elevators.

Setting the dishes in the sink, you turn the water on and lean against the counter as you wait for it to get hot. Just before your mind can begin to wander you catch sight of movement in your peripherals.

A smirk almost instantly pulls onto your face at the sight of the red head walking in. Her green eyes are already trained on you with a look in them that you can’t describe.

“Agent Romanoff,” you nod to her, smirk still in place.

She takes small purposeful steps closer, stopping a few feet away from you,“ you lied to us. Member of SHIELD for a while?” She raises her eyebrows and shakes her head with an overly sweet smirk,“ you founded SHIELD.”

You hiss in a breath of air through your teeth, turning to face away from her as you chuckle.“ I didn’t lie, actually. Withholding all of the truth is a different thing.” Drying the plates off, you set them on the rack to dry, the forks and cups following afterwards.“ And let’s make something very clear, I am not a founder of SHIELD.” You dry your hands and turn to her.

“Really? Cause SHIELD records say otherwise” She reasons, stepping closer.

Eyebrows raising at her further approach, you do the same. You smile softly at her and close the distance between you two, leaving just under a foot of space.“ I understand you aren’t happy with the redacted details of my history Agent Romanoff so let me clear it up for you.”

Natasha tilts her head at your words and listens intently as you continue.“ I didn’t found SHIELD. I was the first ever agent. Agent Carter and Howard Stark saved me and administered me an enhanced version of the same serum Steve took. I owed them my life and I made sure to protect them,” you falter at that, jaw clenching as a horrible memory flashes through your mind.

“That’s how you met Tony?” She asks. It wasn’t missed by Natasha. The ex-assassin could read anyone. The second she noticed the distant look in your eyes she knew something was wrong and while she was curious, something told her not to ask about that.

You shake your head to clear your thoughts and look at her.“ Was in the hospital the night he was born. Watched him grow up.” You smile fondly,“ he’s family.”

For a moment it’s quiet. Still you watch Natasha, unsure if she’s finished or not. Just when you think she’s done, you nod and head towards the door, only to stop when she speaks.

“Why did you come for us?”

Turning from the door, you look over your shoulder at her,“ I owed Nick a favor.”

Her eyes narrow at you and you give a small nod before leaving out.

Neither you or Natasha would’ve guessed that would be your last conversation for the span of the next week. While you were at the tower a few times, to drop off something you’d talked about with Steve or pick up Tony before the two of you went and hung out somewhere, you hadn’t gone inside.

She wouldn’t admit it to you but Natasha had started to wonder when you’d come back. Not only does your reputation precede itself, something about your personality intrigues her more than she’d ever been before. She wanted to see you again, talk to you again.

Green eyes look through the clear blue glass, brows slightly pinched together at the sight of you and Tony hugging. Natasha debated with herself whether or not she was going to go speak to you as Steve jogged out of the front doors and over to you, sharing a handshake and a hug.

The last thing the ex-assassin expects to feel is the little flutter in her stomach when you smile brightly.

She tears her gaze away from you, frown deeper than before. Her thoughts running a mile a minute.

When a weight drops onto her shoulder she almost flinches. Grabbing the hand on her, she twists it and forces the person to stand in front of her, slamming them into the window.

“Well damn.” You curse, using your hand on the window to push yourself off the window. A chuckle falls from your lips as Natasha let’s you go.“ Guess it wasn’t a good idea to approach a trained agent without speaking.” You say jokingly, green eyes snapping down to the smile on your lips and back up.

There’s an incredibly short pause from Natasha before she channels her usually straight expression.“ What’d you want Y/Ln?”

“How bout a smile Romanoff.” When a beat passes without her expression changing you sigh.“ I want a cup of coffee. And I want you to come get one with me.”

“Come again?” Her expression cracks slightly as her eyebrows raise slightly.

You tilt your head and smile softly at her.“ You were practically shooting lasers at me through the window. Figured either you wanted to get out of the tower or you were jealous Tony and Steve were taking up all my time.” A teasing tone wraps around all your words and Natasha instantly scoffs.

“I have no reason to be jealous of Stark or Rogers.” She says and you nod.

“I figured as much. Which means you want to get out of the tower.” You nod for her to follow you.“ Cup of coffee does everyone some good.”

Natasha watches the confident stride you make towards the door, not once looking back as you just know she’s going to follow. And she does, despite her pride telling her not to.

The coffee shop isn’t too far away from the tower so you walk. Unlike your walks with Steve, it’s silent. The redhead stays two steps behind you, not saying a word as she follows.

A burst of cool air rushes past the two of you with your first step into the coffee shop to the sound of the bell jingling above you. Smiling softly at the familiar building you walk further in.

Natasha takes into account that there are no more than ten customers inside. For a New York coffee shop it was incredibly quiet and quaint.

“Love it here,” she hears you mumble as you step up to the counter.“ Hi, can I get one medium black coffee and a large iced coffee with two creams and two sugars.” The woman rings you up and you pay. Pocketing your wallet as you turn to face Natasha.

You smile at her lack of emotion. There is no reason for you to be as grumpy and blank as she is.“ I’ve been to a lot of places but here, they have the best coffee.” You tell her.

Her head tilts slightly and you purse your lips and nod. Once again it’s silent as you wait, then you grab the coffees when your name is called, turning to hand the black coffee to Natasha.

With things going the way they are, you have an internal battle on staying here or just going back to the tower. Taking one last chance, you nod to an empty table and sit down. Natasha coming over and sitting as well.

“Look, Natasha, you can’t hate me so much that we can’t even have a coffee together.” Your tone of voice is one of confusion and slight sadness.

Frowning once again at the emotions in your voice, Natasha watches you. Green, calculating eyes and a blank expression are the only signs of how hard she’s thinking right now.

With a huff of a sigh she says,“ I don’t hate you.” She admits, face finally giving way to emotion.“ I- I barely know you.”

“Well maybe we should change that.” Holding up your cup of coffee you take a sip and tell her,“ I think if you give me a chance, I might not be as bad as you think.”

Her eyes narrow and for the first time ever, you see her crack the smallest of smiles.“ We’ll see about that.”

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Weird is Good

Summary: A story about two people tryna make it through the age of COVID-19 in a country where people are fucking dumb lmao. My hc is that Spencer would be like wtf at all these science-denying anti-maskers. Also, two teachers just tryna make it through quarantine and remote teaching in a one bedroom apartment (this is taking place during a mandatory leave/lecture cycle).

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Category: fluff

Warnings/Includes: no warnings. reader is both a kindergarten teacher and a bruh girl with a pirate’s mouth. lots of Spencer x factz.

Word count: 3.1k

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“We’re home for the next two weeks. ”

Spencer looked up from his desk to see Y/N kicking off her shoes, dropping her bag, and walking directly to the sink. “Starting when?”

“We get to go in on Monday to say goodbye to the kids and get any materials we might need. Then we’re home for two weeks. They’re calling it an early, extended spring break.” Y/N began her hand washing routine. As a kindergarten teacher, she’d always been a strict hand-washer. In the time of COVID, she had only become more zealous. She looked at Spencer. “Have you heard anything?”

“Since we’re so close to the end of the semester, the department head thinks they’ll try to finish out the year as normal.” He set down his pen. “I honestly don’t know. It will all depend on whether people follow the CDC guidelines. The spread of any virus is deducible mathematically, and SARS-COV2 is no different. Based on the outbreak in Italy prior to their lockdown, we can accurately describe its reproductive number, or Rt, to between 2.43 – 3.10.”

Y/N shut off the water and dried her hands on a paper towel. “In layman's terms, Dr. Reid.”

“The Rt tells how many people are infected by the contagious host,” he explained. “In the case of this strain, each infected person is infecting between two and three others. For comparison, the standard seasonal flu has an average Rt between 1.4 and 1.7.”

“So in other words, fucking yikes,” Y/N groaned. She moved to perch on the edge of Spencer’s desk.

“Indeed,” Spencer agreed. “We know how fast the flu can travel through an office or a classroom, so imagine if it was two times as transmissible. But it's also really important to understand that this number changes depending on the mitigations in place. Even prior to full lockdown, mask wearing and social distancing was somewhat common in Italy, so it’s likely the uncontrolled Rt is higher.”

“Jesus Christ.” Y/N scrubbed a hand over her face. “We’ll probably never go back.”

Spencer rubbed his hand up from her ankle to the inside of her knee. “The good news is there’s nothing special about this virus compared to others in terms of how it spreads— it’s just aerosols. So if everyone wears their mask, we’ll be able to keep the spread low.”

⧭⧭⧭

“It’s safe to say that everyone did not wear their fucking masks,” Y/N snapped. She watched from the couch as Mayor Bowser delivered the news that DC Public Schools would remain closed for the remainder of the year. “This is crazy. I mean, I knew it was coming because people in this country are absolute buffoons.” She looked at Spencer, fingers pressed to her temple. “But holy shit, are we ever going to be able to go outside again?”

“With schools and universities closed, people working remotely, and lockdown orders in place, the Rt in the US could stay low. But masks have to be worn at all times, and social distancing has to be strictly followed.” Spencer pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “I just— I can’t believe people are refusing to wear masks. The empirical, peer-reviewed data clearly shows—”

“This is ‘Murica, boy.” Y/N mocked. “Ain’t no tyrannical government gonna tell me what to do!” She rolled her eyes. “Trust me, your choice to abstain from social media is paying dividends to your sanity right now.”

Spencer looked truly dumbfounded, setting his newspaper down in his lap. “But that’s just it. It’s not just in social media circles.” He gestured to the article in front of him. “This economist just argued for ‘reopening’ the economy using the justification of herd immunity. Herd immunity can be a plausible option for less lethal diseases. But this virus is not like varicella—the chickenpox,” he clarified at Y/N’s raised eyebrow. He waved his hands around in exasperation. “Putting aside the fact that one facet of herd immunity is vaccinating as many people as possible, its success completely hinges on the Rt of a disease. If you model a population based on an Rt of 2.5, herd immunity wouldn’t be achieved until approximately sixty percent of the population has been infected. Consider that the US population is currently 328 million, and sixty percent of that is 196.8 million. The current mortality rate for SARS-COV2 is 3.06 percent. 196,800,000 multiplied by 0.0306 is 6,022,080. Over six million people would die. It's simple mathematics.”

Y/N let out an exasperated breath. “It used to be that simple math and facts were enough. Now you’ve got basement scientists who think they know better than actual, literal scientists who’ve spent their entire lives studying these things.” She ran a hand over her face and gestured at the news conference still playing. “How long do you think it’ll be before we’re both trying to teach from this tiny ass living room?”

⧭⧭⧭

“Goooooooood morning, kindergarten! It’s Friday, and no Friday is a bad Friday!” Spencer smiled. As he poured his first cup of coffee, he hummed along with Y/N and 23 six-year-olds as they sang their morning song. Observing fourteen days of remote kindergarten from across the living room had given Spencer a new appreciation for elementary school teachers, particularly Y/N. She sang, danced, conducted science experiments, held puppet shows, read stories, led art projects, and fielded questions for four hours a day— three hours less than when they were in the school building. He was exhausted by proxy.

But he was also grateful for the opportunity to watch Y/N in her element. Even though they were at home, she still got dressed every day in bright, patterned sweaters and dresses— her Ms. Frizzle attire, she’d told him once. She was able to channel her personality into a kid-friendly version that her students clearly adored, never afraid to be silly or strange to get their attention and keep them engaged during the long days. He worked from home whenever possible, strangely happy to have the background noise of kindergarten over his quiet university office.

...

“Okay, but where do I put the biiiiiiiiiiiig number?” Y/N made a wide gesture with her arms. “Ariah, where should I put it? In the big box, yes! But oh no, my small number needs a friend. My three is soooooo lonely!” Y/N drew her mouth into a pout. “DJ, how can I help my three not be so sad? You’re absolutely right, let’s put that two right next to him in our number bond.”

…

“I’ve been waitin’ for a girl to mute,” Y/N sang into the gold karaoke mic. “I said, muuuuuuuuuute, I’m blinded by loud sounds. No, I can’t hear the friend who’s tryin’ to talk.”

…

“Oh boy. Kev, honey, we can— we can see you. Kevin, Kevin, Kevin. We can see all of you. I can’t turn your camera off, buddy. You gotta— there we go.”

…

“Mute please, I need— I need everybody to mute, please. Oh my goodness where is that music coming from?” Y/N frantically searched for her index card with the picture of the mute icon, as the sounds of a highly inappropriate song blared through the computer speaker. “I know it’s so loud, guys. Why is my mute power gone?! This is why we need to make sure we keep our mute button on, kindergarten.”

…

“No sweetie, it’s not time to log off yet. I’m sorry, I know it’s such a long day. We have about an hour left. Do you guys wanna do a countdown? It’s the fin-al count-down! Do-do doo dooooo. Do-do-d-do-dooo…”

…

“Annnnnd, I should see all my friends on mute. William, hang on just a second. All my friends need to look at my picture, it’s an oval with a line through it… Okay, William, what did you bring to show us?” Y/N leaned toward the computer screen. “Grandma Kathy? O-oh, she’s— she’s in the—“ Y/N’s eyes widened. “Is that— is that an urn? Oh wow. Um, well, wow. It’s beautiful. Thank you so much for sharing that with us, William. Grandma Kathy, may she rest in peace.”

⧭⧭⧭

A week into Y/N teaching kindergarten from their living room, the university had announced its transition to online coursework for the remainder of the academic year. Spencer had to host his first zoom lecture, and he was absolutely dreading it.

“Spence, it’s going to be fine. It’s not like you’ve never been on a video conference,” Y/N assured him. She sat cross-legged on the couch, waiting for him to let her in to his practice zoom.

“Yeah, but I wasn’t running those meetings. I just showed up.” He squinted at the computer screen. “Are you in?”

Y/N barely resisted the urge to make a joke, knowing that Spencer probably wouldn’t appreciate the innuendo. “No, you have to admit me.”

“What do you mean? How do I do that?”

“There should be a box with a button that says admit.”

Spencer gestured at the computer. “Well there’s a bunch of boxes— which one should I be looking at?”

Y/N sighed and got up from the couch. “IQ of 187 and can’t find the box.”

Spencer dragged a hand through his hair. “I know I shouldn’t find this so difficult. I’m sorry you have to waste your time on this.”

“Hey, it was a joke.” Y/N grabbed his hand from where he was frustratedly pulling on his frazzled curls. “I’m sorry. That was mean and you’re already stressed enough.” She used her free hand to smooth his hair back into place. She scrunched her nose. “I love you and your limited technology skills. And honestly it’s kind of nice to have one thing I can actually teach you about.” She squeezed his hand, leaning over him to peer at his computer screen. “All right, let’s find that elusive admit button.”

When the day of his lecture rolled around, Spencer thanked all the atoms in the observable universe that Y/N had a break during his class. Within the first ten minutes, he’d managed to accidentally kick himself out of his own meeting and then somehow lose track of the screenshare button.

“No one can see me and I don’t know what happened to the screenshare option. It was there and now it’s just… gone,” he told Y/N.

She leaned over his desk, eyes tracking over the screen and mouse clicking around the desktop. “How in the world did you manage to block your camera?”

“I don’t know! I didn’t even touch it!” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don’t understand how it’s even possible to be this bad at this.”

Y/N bumped his knee with her own, pulling up his camera settings and preferences. “Relax. You can’t be good at everything. It’s a refreshing reminder that you’re a mere mortal like the rest of us.” With a few rapid clicks, Y/N unblocked his camera and located the screenshare bar. “There. Crisis averted. I’m just going to share your whole screen in case you want to toggle between application windows. So just be aware that they’ll be able to see everything. And then you just click here when you’re ready to stop sharing.”

When Y/N turned her head toward him to check that he understood, Spencer grabbed the side of her face and caught her lips in a kiss. Y/N smiled against his mouth, heart speeding up as he traced the seam of her mouth with his tongue.

“Um, Dr. Reid? Your um— your camera’s working now.”

Spencer nearly fell out of his chair, his cheeks about the color of the Leave Meeting icon. Y/N dropped her head, debating whether she wanted to laugh or let the earth open up and swallow her whole. She ultimately decided to compose herself, stepping back and giving a little wave to the sea of tiny, grinning zoom faces before slinking out of frame, miming sorry to one very mortified professor.

⧭⧭⧭

“Would you want to be our mystery reader next week?” Y/N asked, bookmarking the page of her novel and reclining back in bed. “You just have to pick a story to read. Oh, and think of four clues about your identity to give the kiddos.”

Spencer raised his eyebrow, continuing to read. “Any story?”

Y/N laughed. “Well they’re six, so maybe hold off on the Chaucer and Bradbury for now. A picture book would be preferable.”

“Did you know that the first picture book, Orbis Sensualium Pictus, or Visible World in Pictures, was published in 1658?” He looked up from his own book. “Czech educator John Amos Comenius wanted to create a book that would be accessible to children of all levels of ability. The educational theories he explored are actually still in practice in the field of early childhood education.” He turned toward her from his spot under the covers. “For example, when you have your students make a hissing sound and slither their arms when they produce the sound represented by the letter s? Comenius included an alphabet chart with various animal and human sounds representing each letter. He wanted to demonstrate that the incorporation of multiple senses could help increase learning.”

“I guess you don’t fix what isn’t broken,” Y/N mused. “300 years later, and we’re still using the same methods.”

“362, actually,” Spencer corrected.

She gave him a look. “Maybe we can save the Comenius for another time.”

“The genre of children’s literature encompasses some of the most profound and philosophical story telling of all time.” Spencer returned his attention to his reading.

“...So is that a yes?”

Spencer smiled. “I’ve got a book in mind.”

“And clues,” Y/N reminded him, snuggling down under the covers and reopening her book. “We need some fun clues, mystery reader.”

…

“Kindergarten, we have a very special mystery reader this week. Oh man, are you ready for the first clue? The mystery reader loves jell-o! Raise your little hand if you love jell-o, too. Okay, kindergarten, I see you! Lots of jell-o lovers in the house.”

…

“Okay, clue number two! Our mystery reader works as a community helper— remember we learned about all different kinds of community helpers; firefighters, nurses, police officers. But if the mystery reader could be anything, they’d want to be a cowboy! How cool is that?”

...

“Clue number three for our mystery reader!” Y/N sucked in a gasp. “You guys. The mystery reader can do magic. Oh my goodness, I am so excited for Friday,” she sing-songed. “Will they show us a trick? Hmmm, I don’t know. Maybe if you ask nicely.”

…

“Okay, my friends, the last clue. The mystery reader loves reading. They read every day, and they’ve been reading since 1983! Yes, that was a very long time ago.”

⧭⧭⧭

“Okay, any last guesses about who our mystery reader might be?” Y/N questioned.

“I think it’s your dad,” a little voice called out.

Spencer made a choking noise from where he sat, slightly off camera. Y/N laughed. “The mystery reader is decidedly not my dad, Keyshon. Remember I showed you guys the picture of him— my dad’s a farmer, so he’s kind of already a cowboy.” She clapped her hands together. “Okay, without further ado, drumroll please... Our mystery reader is…” Y/N pushed her desk chair out of frame to allow Spencer to roll in, holding her hands out. “Spencer!”

He gave a little wave, smoothing his hair, suddenly painfully self-aware and nervous about the opinions of two dozen six-year-olds. “Hi guys.”

“You’re the boy on Ms. Y/L/N’s phone.”

“Your hair is so fluffy!”

“Do you have a cowboy hat?”

“I like your sweater.”

“Can you really do magic?”

“What’s your favorite jell-o?”

“Whoa, okay, let’s remember our mute button,” Y/N, holding up her index card. “I promise you’ll get to ask Spencer all your questions after he reads the story.”

Spencer smiled at the excited faces beaming through the screen. “Yes, I’m on Ms. Y/L/N’s phone; I don’t own a cowboy hat, yet; yes, I really can do magic; and the red jell-o is my favorite.”

Y/N watched with interest as Spencer pulled out his book. He’d been secretive about his choice, so she was as curious as her students.

“This is one of my favorite stories. It’s written by Munro Leaf, and illustrated by Robert Lawson. It’s The Story of Ferdinand.” Spencer held the cover up to the camera. “Ferdinand is the bull here on the cover. This story was written in 1935, which was a long time ago! Okay are you ready?” Spencer looked out on a sea of thumbs up, turning the page to the beginning of the story. “Once upon a time in Spain, there was a bull, and his name was Ferdinand.”

Y/N smiled as she listened to Spencer read each page, recounting the story of the peaceful bull. He was an excellent storyteller, changing the inflection and expression of his voice to match each sentence. He held each page up for just the right amount of time, panning it so her students could see each detail of the black and white pictures. He added his own wonderings and exclamations here and there, and her students were decidedly enthralled. Her heart ached at how comfortable he was, how natural this was for him. She rested her chin in her hand, trying to keep her mind in the present— ignoring the persistent little mental image of Spencer as a dad.

“So they had to take Ferdinand home. And for all I know, he is sitting there still, under his favorite cork tree, smelling the flowers just quietly. He is very happy… And that’s The Story of Ferdinand.” Spencer closed the book with a soft smile. “I love this story. Ferdinand is a very special bull. What do you think makes him so special?”

“Ferdinand didn’t fight,” a little voice piped up.

“Yes!” Spencer agreed. “He practiced pacifism in the face of the persistent, ingrained militarism of his country’s culture.”

Y/N placed a hand on Spencer’s knee and gave a quick squeeze. “Right, Ferdinand chose not to fight, even though everybody else he knew wanted to.” Y/N winked at him before turning back to the screen full of kids. “All his friends thought he was kind of weird, but he just really wanted to hang out in the shade and smell the flowers, huh? Sounds pretty good to me.”

“He wasn’t bothered that the other bulls thought he was strange for wanting to be peaceful,” Spencer added. “Sometimes being different can be a good thing. The Story of Ferdinand reminds me that it’s okay to be yourself, even if other people think you’re weird.” His eyes met Y/N’s. “Because there will always be people who love and appreciate you for who you are.”

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Diabolik Lovers VANDEAD CARNIVAL ;; Present from Sakamaki [PART 2]

ー The scene starts in Yui’s bedroom

Yui: ...

( Things finally calmed down, but now it feels too quiet, I’m only growing more worried... )

( I was told not to leave my room but... )

( Just a few minutes won’t hurt, right...? )

ー Yui leaves her room and steps out into the hallway

Laito: Ayato-kuun~ Hold up~

Ayato: You wish!

Yui: ( Oh...? Seems like they’re still up to something? )

Kanato: You’re a mess, Subaru. It’s hurting my eyes so could you get out of my sight?

Reiji: He really does. We can handle the rest by ourselves, so go take a shower.

Subaru: Che, don’t order me ‘round! I was gonna do that anyway!

Shuu: ...Guess I’ll come with you then...I’m sure it’ll be quieter there than if I were to stay here.

Yui: ( Ayato-kun and Laito-kun’s voices were coming from the very back of the right hallway... )

( I can hear the others from the left side... )

( I’m worried about all of them, but I’m especially curious about... )

Selection

→ The right (Ayato, Laito)

Yui: ( I’ll try going right. )

ー Yui turns right

Ayato: What the fuck, Reiji!? Makin’ us do this annoyin’ shit.

Laito: Ah-aah, today was supposed to be fun, but because of you, we have to drag around all this stuff.

Ayato: Aah!? Excuse me!?

Laito: I’m not wrong, am I? We were chased out of the kitchen because you kept on making things explode.

Ayato: B-Blame the food for havin’ the nerve to explode on me!

Laito: Your excuses make no sense...

ー Yui approaches them

Yui: Ah, Ayato-kun! Laito-kun!

Ayato: The fuck’s your problem!?

Yui: ...!!

Laito: ...Wait, Bitch-chan!?

Wait, Ayato-kun, quiet!

Ayato: ...Che...

Laito: Say, Bitch-chan? Didn’t Reiji tell you to stay in your room?

Yui: Yeah, he did but, well, I was worried so...

You know...About the explosions and such...

Ayato: Uu...

Yui: Or the sound of stuff falling down...

Laito: Ahahaha...

Yui: And you guys’ screams as well...

Ayato: ...So, you came to check what’s causin’ all of that?

Yui: That too...However, I was more worried that one of you might have gotten hurt.

Laito: Nfu~ Sounds like you. However, as you can see, we’re all doing just fine.

Yui: ( ...They don’t seem to be hurt at first glance at least. )

Laito: Well then, Bitch-chan. Make sure to return to your room, okay?

Yui: ...B-But...

Tell me if there’s anything I can help with, okay?

Ayato: You’d be of no help, honestly.

Yui: ...I-I see...

Laito: Nfu~ You can just take it easy in your room and not worry about a thing, okay?

Yui: ...Okay...

( There’s nothing for me to do... )

( I’m worried about everyone, but it can’t be helped, right? I’ll go back to my room... )

Ayato: Ah...Right, Chichinashi. You can have this. Here.

*Rustle*

Yui: ...?

( A beautifully wrapped box...? )

Ayato: Reiji told me to give this to you.

Yui: I-I see...

( From Reiji-san...? )

Ayato: Ahー He also said you should open it once you’re back in your room.

Yui: ( Once I’m back in my room...? )

( I was told to go to my room earlier as well, and now again? I wonder what’s going on...? )

Ayato: Anyway, we’re busy, so you should hurry back to your room and open up that box.

Yui: ...Yeah, gotcha. Thank you, Ayato-kun.

( Hm...I’m curious...I guess I’ll return to my room for now and take a peek inside. )

→ The left (Shuu, Reiji, Kanato, Subaru)

Yui: ( I’ll try going left. )

ー Yui turns left

Yui: ( Is nobody here...? )

Subaru: ...Che, I’m covered in this crap from head to toe ‘cause of those bastards...

Yui: ( Ah, Subaru-kun! He doesn’t seem hurt in any way... )

Subaru: One day they’re catching these fists. I’m punchin’ them for sure, no matter what.

Yui: ( He doesn’t look wounded, but he’s muttering some really dangerous words... )

( I wonder what happened...? )

Um, Subaru-kun...?

Subaru: ...Ah? Oh, it’s you.

Yui: ...! W-What happened to you!?

( His clothes are really dirty... )

Subaru: Fuck off, not another word ‘bout that. Anyway, why are you here?

Yui: I was wondering if you were all doing okay...There seemed to be quite the ruckus going on, so I thought it’d be bad if somebody got injured.

Subaru: Injured? As if that’d happen.

Yui: ( Thank god...However, I wonder how he ended up this worn-out? )

Subaru: Oi! Quit the starin’!

Yui: S-Sorry...But...What happened, honestly?

Subaru: This is the aftermath of takoyaki explodin’ all over the place.

Yui: T-Takoyaki? You were all making takoyaki together?

( I’m shocked about that as well, but takoyaki can explode...?? )

Subaru: Oi...Don’t suddenly go quiet. Don’t put too much thought into it.

Yui: S-Sorry. Gotcha. I’ll try not to think about it.

Reiji: Hold it, Shuu!

ー Shuu steps out into the hallway

Shuu: ...Haah.

Yui: ...Shuu-san?

Shuu: Oh, it’s you? ...Also, Subaru...?

Those stains...You really do look like a mess.

Subaru: Aah!? I didn’t ask for this either!!

Shuu: ...Don’t shout, it rings in my ears. You’re actually dirty...So you can’t complain to me for pointing it out.

Subaru: Shut the fuck up!

*Thud*

Yui: ( Aah...He punched the wall. )

Shuu: ...So, what brings you here?

Yui: I got worried about you guys.

Shuu: Hm...However, don’t you think you should probably hurry back to your room?

Yui: Eh...?

ー Reiji shows up

Reiji: Subaru! Do not increase my workload beyond this point!

Yui: ( Reiji-san... )

Reiji: Go and wash off those stains at once!

Subaru: ...Hmph!

Reiji: Good grief...My suffering never ends with these troublesome buffoons.

So, Shuu, what are you doing here?

Shuu: Haah, what a pain...

Reiji: How about you show some intention of helping out as well?

ー Kanato enters the hallway

Kanato: Reiji, we have finished all preparations.

Reiji: Understood. I will be there shortly so please wait for a few minutes.

Shuu, you should return with Kanato as well.

Shuu: ...Haah...

Yui: ( I wonder what exactly they’re finished with...? )

Reiji: Well then, putting that aside...

I wonder why you are here? I made it very clear you should stay in your room...

Yui: ...I’m sorry for leaving without permission. However, I couldn’t help but worry about you all...

Reiji: ...Haah...It does not matter. Either way, return to your room and take this with you.

*Rustle*

Yui: ( A beautifully wrapped box... )

Um, what is this exactly?

Reiji: Accept it without questions.

...Listen very well. Once you return to your room, carefully open this box.

Yui: ...

Reiji: Your response?

Yui: Y-Yes...

ー The scene shifts back to Yui’s room

Yui: ( Hm...I wonder what’s inside this box? )

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: This is...?

A message card and a party hat...?

( Let’s see...’Please put on the hat and come to the living room’? )

( I have no idea what’s going on, but I guess I’ll go look for now? First I have to put on this hat... )

*Rustle*

...All set. Time to head to the living room...

ー The scene shifts to the living room

*Creaaaak*

Yui: H-Huh? It’s pitch black in here...Where is everyone?

( What’s this smell? Something sweet and...is this the scent of sauce (1)? )

U-Umーー

*Pang pang pang*

Yui: ...Kyaaaah!!!

Yui: ...Y-You guys...!? Why are you all dressed like that...?

( Also...There’s a strawberry cake. And over there, a large amount of takoyaki stacked on top of each other like a pyramid...? )

( There’s a bunch of other stuff as well...! )

Laito: Bitch-chan, it’s your birthday, right? We prepared all of this to surprise you!

Yui: Eh? ...Ah!

( That explains everything! )

Ayato: ‘Kay! The star of the party is here, so we can dig into this takoyaki now, right?

Kanato: I am sick of waiting. Hey, Teddy, let’s enjoy this cake together, okay?

Shuu: Pwaah...I’m even more exhausted than usual today. Sleepy.

Reiji: Well then, please take a seat.

Subaru: Che, what a drag...

Yui: ...

( To think I’d get to celebrate like this. I was convinced I’d spend my birthday alone this year... )

( Those explosions were the result of them trying to work together and make something for me... )

...

Ayato: Hm? Oi, Chichinashi? Whatcha spacin’ out for?

Laito: Huh? She stopped moving. Ooi~ Bitch-chan?

Kanato: I wonder what’s wrong? You better take a seat soon, or there will be no food left for you.

Subaru: O-Oi, are you cryin’...?

Yui: ...Uu...I mean, I’m just so happy...

Shuu: ...Why don’t you sit down first? If not, we can never get this party started.

Yui: Yes...

*Thud*

Reiji: Good grief. Use this handkerchief.

Yui: Ah...Thank you very much.

( I don’t want to annoy them but...I’m just so happy...I can’t stop these tears... )

Ayato: Come on, Chichinashi! Take a look at this big candle! I picked it out for you!

Laito: ...Eh? You’re only holding that one candle, but you didn’t buy just that, right?

Ayato: Ah? What are you sayin’? I like the number 1 so I only got this one! ...Hehe, pretty cool, right?

Reiji: I am fairly sure those big candles are only used up until the age of ten?

Ayato: ...Ah? Which means...

Subaru: Heh, you really are cringe-worthy...

Ayato: Aah!? Subaru, dare say that one more time.

Shuu: Shut up. Who cares about some stupid candle?

Kanato: Exactly. They’re only there to blow out after all.

Yui: Fufu, I’m fine with this. Thank you, Ayato-kun.

Ayato: See! Listen to Chichinashi! I really am the very best!

Kanato: Fufu, the cake looks delicious. I can have a taste now, right?

Reiji: Not yet, Kanato. Have some patience...

We did all of this, so we need to light the candle and properly celebrate her birthday, no?

Yui: Waah...! Thank you so much for today, guys!

Reiji: Happy birthday. Continue to grow into a fine lady.

Ayato: Come on, Chichinashi! Try some of this takoyaki! I made them especially for you!

Kanato: Happy birthday. Fufu, Teddy says congratulations as well.

Laito: Happy birthday, Bitch-chan~ You’re one step closer to adulthood, huh?

Subaru: ...Well, you know. I’m willin’ to celebrate your birthday. I don’t need to say anythin’ else, right?

Shuu: Oh well, I suppose you should celebrate it as you wish. ...Just keep it quiet.

Yui: ( You guys... )

Thank you so much...!

Ayato: Whatever, just try my takoyaki already!

Laito: Ahaha, most of the ones you made exploded so the few survivors must be very precious to you, huh?

Ayato: Shut up! Who cares ‘bout the details?

Yui: Yeah, thank you! I’ll give them a try.

Laito: ...Nfu~ Come on, you guys should have some of the food as well.

Subaru: I’m fuckin’ starvin’ after losin’ my temper a million times earlier. Load up my plate.

Laito: Roger~! Nfu~ Everything turned out great, so eat to your heart’s content~

Yui: ( Laito-kun really seems to be enjoying this. I wonder why...? )

Subaru: Ahー ...This takoyaki made me go through hell and back after all. I’m gonna chew it apart now.

Yui: S-Subaru-kun...I don’t think the food is at fault here.

Subaru: Hmph! ...Wait, the fuck!? W...Water...I need water!!

Yui: W-What’s wrong...!?

Anyway, here! A glass of water, Subaru-kun!

*Rustle*

Yui: ( He’s gulping it down, I wonder what’s wrong...? )

Subaru: Nguh...Haah...Oi, Laito! The fuck did you put into that takoyaki, bastard!?

Laito: Eeh~? Why are you accusing me? I made them together with Ayato-kun, remember?

Subaru: You’re the only one who is cunnin’ enough to pull such a sly prank!

Laito: Nfu~ Caught red-handed~ I just thought that putting a little surprise inside would help fire up this party.

Yui: L-Laito-kun...Is there something weird inside this takoyaki?

Laito: Inside some of them. In other words, it’s like playing Russian roulette~

Yui: Russian roulette...

Laito: Exactly! It’s fun to make things more thrilling like this, don’t you think? With a little help of some wasabi and habanero peppers~

Ayato: This shit’s hella spicy!!!! Water! Gimme water!!!!

Reiji: Haah...I cannot deal with this. Just leave the takoyaki be.

Yui: B-But...Will it be okay?

Kanato: It’s fine. Why don’t you try the cake instead?

Yui: I’ll cut everyone a piece then.

Shuu: Why would you do that? You’re the star of the party, aren’t you? Just let Reiji do the work.

Reiji: I wonder why I have to take orders from you?

Shuu: ...So you’re going to let her do it instead?

Reiji: Wellーー

Kanato: Why....?

Why won’t you hurry up and cut the cake!? Whatever, I will do it! Reiji, hand me that knife!!

Reiji: ...I suppose I have no other choice...Kanato, it is dangerous so please don’t knock on the table. I will cut the cake at once.

*Rustle*

Reiji: Please hand me a plate.

Yui: Ah, sure!

Kanato: This is the strawberry cake I put my heart and soul into! It looks delicious, don’t you think?

Yui: Yeah! It looks very cute too, and incredibly delicious!

Kanato: Fufu, of course. Right, Teddy?

Yui: ( I’m happy with this kind of birthday too... )

( I never fathomed they would all celebrate my birthday today like this... )

Laito: Nfu~ By the way, Bitch-chan?

Yui: Yes, Laito-kun?

Laito: As a way to congratulate you for your birthday...Who do you want to suck your blood?

Yui: Eh...!?

Laito: I mean~ Today’s a special day which only happens once a year, right? So to someone who just loves having her blood sucked like yourself...

I figured it would only seem fit to let you choose whose fangs you want for once.

Besides...We kind of want a little reward as well.

Nfu~ Personally~ ...I’d wrap a ribbon around your body and suck you in the most romantic way imaginable~

Yui: U-Um...

Ayato: Oi, Laito! Don’t just ramble on by yourself!

If that’s the case, choose me, ‘kay? Chichinashi.

I’ll give you the most surprising blood-sucking of a lifetime, it’ll leave you stunned!

Yui: Most surprising blood-sucking of a lifetime...?

Ayato: Hehe, you enjoyed today’s party, right?

In that case, I’ll give you a ‘surprise’ sucking as well. The details...I have yet to decide on.

Yui: ( W-What to do...? )

Reiji: Good grief, I wonder why they are all such a vulgar bunch?

Personally, I would dress you up in a way fit for a refined young lady before sucking your blood.

After finishing the look with a pearl necklace, I will sink my fangs right into that nape.

Yui: ( E-Even Reiji-san’s on board... )

Kanato: In that case, I’ll sink my fangs inside and suck your blood as if I’m indulging in a sweet strawberry. Biting the same spot over and over...Fufu.

Yui: ( Basically I can’t avoid having my blood sucked? )

Subaru: Have you all lost your minds!?

Yui: ( Subaru-kun...! )

Subaru: Why do you need a specific technique to suck blood? Just gulp that stuff down!

Yui: ( ...Seems like it’s set I’ll have my blood sucked one way or another... )

Shuu: Haah, what a drag...

Tell me where you want my fangs. Today, I’ll bite you wherever you want, as many times as you wish.

Yui: That’s...

Ayato: Oi, Chichinashi! Make up your mind already! I’m not the most patient guy ‘round!

Shuu: Hurry up and choose...

Yui: E-Easy for you to say...

Laito: Say, Bitch-chan~? You want to get wrapped up in ribbons, no~?

Ayato: You like surprises, don’t you?

Kanato: You fancy strawberries, right?

Reiji: What are you all saying? She obviously wants to become a fine lady.

Subaru: Ridiculous...

Shuu: I’m tired but...I’ll stay awake until I’ve heard your answer.

Yui: ( What should I do...? I’m kind of overwhelmed by all of them. )

Sorry! I can’t pick who I would rather get bitten by!

ー Yui flees

Ayato: Ah, oi, wait! Chichinashi!

Laito: Hold it, Bitch-chan~!

Kanato: ...!! Why do you run away!?

Subaru: Wha...!?

Reiji: You...!

Shuu: Pwaah...

ー The scene shifts to Yui’s bedroom

Yui: ( They all went out of their way to throw me a surprise party, yet I ran away... )

( While I feel kind of bad, I had no other option with all of them closing in on me like that... )

*Rustle*

Yui: ...!?

Ayato: Hehe, gotcha? Chichinashi.

Yui: A-Ayato-kun...!?

( The others as well... )

Kanato: Say, why won’t you choose me when I tried so hard to come up with a tempting offer...?

Yui: Even if you say that...

Ayato: Hehe, you would never choose anyone but me, would you?

I mean, your special blood exists only to quench my thirst...Right?

Yui: W-Wait.

Shuu: Haah...What a drag. If you can’t make up your mind, you should just pick me.

Laito: Nfu~ And why exactly should she do that? You just love appearing out of nowhere and dropping the bomb, don’t you?

Reiji: That being said, we were able to trap her against the wall.

Yui: U-Um...

( Oh no...I have nowhere to run... )

Subaru: Say...Oi, was it really our goal to drive her in a corner like this today?

Laito: Ah, right! We wanted to celebrate her birthday, didn’t we?

Hm~ I guess it can’t be helped then.

You can just wrap yourself up as a present for my birthday instead, okay?

Yui: ( I can’t do that! )

Subaru: Geez, it turned out like this ‘cause you just couldn’t make up your damn mind.

Yui: ( I-Is this my fault? )

Subaru: What?

Yui: S-Sorry...!

( I instinctively apologized, but he helped me out, right? )

Laito: Well then, to get back on the right track, here’s my birthday present to you.

Yui: ...Eh?

Laito: A birthday kiss...on your cheek...Nn.

*Smooch*

Ayato: Ahー! The fuck you doin’, Laito!?

Laito: What do you mean~? A birthday kiss! Oh come on, I can do this much, right?

Kanato: Hmph...In that case, from me as well...

Yui: Eh? K-Kanato-kun?

Kanato: Can you show me your hand already? Honestly, you’re so tactless...Nn.

*Smooch*

Yui: Why...!?

Kanato: Do I need to give you my reasoning?

Ayato: Why do I have to give Chichinashi a reward?

Well, I’m sure you’re dyin’ to get a present from Yours Truly, so it can’t be helped. I’ll be so generous to give you one as well! ...Nn.

*Smooch*

Yui: W-Wait, Ayato-kun...!

( He kissed me on the opposite cheek...!? )

Reiji: Fufu, in that case, I shall give you a present as well. Nn...You better remember it. That this was a gift from me.

*Smooch*

Yui: ( ...!? )

( On my other hand...! )

Subaru: ...Che. Why are you all kissin’ the same chick!? I’m not takin’ part in this.

Yui: U-Um...Subaru-kuーー

Subaru: But, I guess I have no choice...So I’ll give you one as well. ...Nn.

*Smooch*

Yui: ( Subaru-kun went for my forehead...For some reason, my whole body is burning with embarrassment! )

Shuu: Haah...It’s a chore but...To make sure you don’t forget mine...Nn.

Yui: ( A kiss on the top of my head from Shuu... )

( Those kisses just now were embarrassing and surprised me a lot but... )

( I suppose this is their way of congratulating me, huh...? )

Truly, thank you so much, you guys!

ーー THE END ーー

Translation notes

(1) The term ソース or ‘sōsu’ in Japanese is used specifically to refer to the thick, kind of sticky brown sauce which you will see put on some types of street foods, such as takoyaki.

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VI.

Introducing Adrian to Satoru hadn’t go exactly as you planned. You would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t expect your best friend to overreact but that was just part of who he was. A little bit of a high handed prick, overprotective, dramatic but with good intentions at heart.

Still, the way Satoru looked at Adrian made you think he didn’t like your fiancé one bit. Which is why you asked him to go out with you so you guys could talk this out, alone. Maybe try to smooth it over some desert (read desert as bribe) it worked every time like a charm.

Chewing your lower lip anxiously and drumming your fingers on the table of the same Patisserie you met the day prior you waited for Satoru who was already 30 minutes late. Sighing you decided he was probably not coming and so you paid for your coffee and headed out the door.

“Y/N!” Turning around you found the white haired man sprinting towards you, wearing his usual uniform and blindfold, barely able to speak while catching his breath “I’m… s…shh… sorry! I uh… overslept. Suguru and I went out last night and well… I didn’t make it back home until 3am” more like when Suguru had finally wrestled a very drunk Satoru to get off the table of the bar where they had been drinking so he could finally go home and sleep. Granted, not one of his best moments.

Frowning, you evaluated his words carefully and decided to let it go for the sake of going through with your plan to mend things between you both. After a sigh you nodded “fine… but you are buying diner!” You added pointing your index finger at him energetically. Satoru, knowing himself forgiven grinned “of course Kitten! Wouldn’t have it any other way!” You chuckled. In that moment you realized how much you actually missed this big buffoon you called your best friend. His laugh, bright smile, man-child antics, even the sound of his voice.

Wrapping your arms around his waist, leaning your head against his chest you voiced softly “I missed you…”

Gojo was shocked, it wasn’t uncommon for you to hug him but this time he was perfectly aware of his feelings for you so that simple gesture meant a lot more to him. His heart contracted painfully in his chest reminding him once more that you had been stolen from him. ‘Not for long doll’ was his mental promise to get you back.

His chin rested on top of your head when his arms surrounded you in a warm hug that smelled of his citrusy Dior cologne. The familiar scent made you sigh. Satoru always felt like… home “I missed you too princess…” you had no idea how much he had wanted to have you in his arms like this for the past 6 weeks. It became clear to him that he had to act and quickly; Gojo couldn’t afford to lose you to some blood drinker! Which brought him to the next troublesome task.

Did you know what your lovely ‘fiancé’ really was?

“Kitten, there is something very important I need to ask you and I need you to be 100% honest with me…” he had to force himself to pull back so he could look into your beautiful e/c eyes.

You nodded “of course Toru… I would never lie to you! You know this!” Of course he knew and that’s exactly why you were one of the three people he trusted with his life; the other two being Suguru and Shoko of course.

“Come with me princess, this is not a conversation we can have in the middle of the street. Let’s go back to my apartment” you nodded and followed Satoru who out of habit held your hand and guided you through the crowd to find a cab.

Satoru of course lived in the most expensive neighborhood in Tokyo. He owed the penthouse of Himiko-Tower. That’s where you both were currently sitting on the expensive white leather couch looking at each other.

Your best friend seemed tense and uncertain of how to talk to you. There was something worrying him, you could tell.“Kitten… how much… exactly do you know about Adrian?” (he refused to call the bastard your fiancé)

“Uh… I would say I know him very well since I am you know… marrying the man. We talk a lot, all the time… but that’s not what you are asking, is it? What specifically do you mean?” You questioned with a confused frown crossing your eyebrows.

Hearing you say that you were going to marry that dude irritated him to no end but he had to cool down. There were more important matters at ‘stake’ here, pun intended.

“Fuck…” he sighed. Standing up Satoru started pacing before you, running his fingers through his hair. Finally removing his blindfold which revealed his blood-shot eyes along with the dark circles underneath that were clear statement that he didn’t sleep much. It worried you how worked up he seemed “Alright… I suck at being subtle! I can’t just walk on egg shells around you Kitten… “ sitting closer to you once more he took your hands in his “I know this is going to sound crazy but… I think Adrian is not human” your eyes opened wide and you would have laughed it off as a joke were it not for the honest concern etched on his face “what are you talking about Toru? Of course he is human! Are you high or something?” Questioning his mental state wasn’t a good idea because that only made him defensive “NO! I am not high or drunk or whatever you think! That fucker has been lying to you Y/N! I cannot see any energy coming from him! I explained this to you before. Sorcerers have massive amounts of energy around their bodies while humans barely have any traits but they still have something! Even if they cannot harness it. But imagine my surprise when I noticed that guy didn’t have ANY energetic signature at all!” He exploded, frantically trying to prove to you that you were in danger and your ‘perfect’ boyfriend was a killer!

“That’s impossible Satoru! Then what the fuck does that mean? What does that make him?” You questioned him.

“You’re gonna laugh but I think that guy is a vampire” you did laugh this time “Satoru you are making a movie in your mind! Just because he is Romanian and a descendent of the original Vlad Dracula doesn’t mean he is a vampire… listen, I’ve seen him in the day light! We’ve gone out for walks at noon! He eats normal food! Garlic too! He actually cooks very well! You are imagining things”. You explained as calmly as possible not wanting to agitate Satoru any more.

Satoru wasn’t precisely an expert in vampire lore but what you said made a ton of sense. Maybe he was just seeing things where there was nothing. He was so jealous and desperate for you not to be with Adrian that his brain clung onto anything that might stop you from marrying him.

“Toru… I know this is new and different! I am sorry I didn’t tell you before, I just…” you take a deep breath “I know how you are… you want to protect me and I thank you for that, you have always been by my side. I just want you to be happy for me”. “I love you… you are my best friend, that’s never going to change” you pulled him in for a hug.

Satoru was at loss for words, he didn’t have the heart to destroy your happiness. You deserved better. But maybe… just maybe it was worth fighting for you. Showing you how much of an amazing man he could be for you. That the could change his ways and devote his life to make you happy.

Maybe that’s where the answer laid! He didn’t have to destroy Adrian’s reputation in your eyes… he just had to show you that he was the better man. And that you and Satoru belonged together.

Returning your hug the sorcerer placed a tender kiss upon your head “I know Kitten… I love you too…” you looked up, searching for his blue eyes, you were simply… speechless. It was the first time ever you heard him speak those words to you. You were aware he loved you like a very close and dear friend, is just that the man usually was emotionally constipated and too cynical to admit it.

“Thank you, Toru..” your heart hammered in your chest while warmth spread through your body at his sincere words. He had always been so important to you and yet so distant that this felt like huge progress.

The next few weeks were spent planning the wedding. Funnily, instead of asking Shoko to be your maid of honor you asked Satoru to be your ‘best maid’ you thought it would be funny to name him that way since you chose him to be your right hand.

Satoru had been ‘the chosen one’ to help you prepare as a bride to be and it killed him that you were getting ready to tie your life forever to someone that wasn’t him.

But that was not the worst of it all. Oh no. And Satoru was certain this was hell… maybe this was finally karma catching up to him for being such a man-whore for so long.

Standing before ‘La Perla’ he asked you “what am I doing here? Isn’t this something you should do with like Shoko?” Oh god have mercy Kitten! There was just so much his heart could take!

“Don’t be ridiculous! You are the perfect person to help me out with this! We are going to put your years worth of man-whoring skills to the test! Who could be better than you to help me choose my lingerie?! You are a man! You know what you guys like!” Without further ado you took his hand and dragged him inside.

Now, sitting on what looked like a loveseat he waited for you to walk out of the changing rooms. Champagne glass in hand and everything.

How did he get himself in this again?

Oh yeah! You called him in the morning and told him you needed his ‘expert advice’ so clearly he agreed to help you out… but he wasn’t expecting you to drag him into ‘La Perla’ and ask him to help you pick your lingerie for your honey moon.

Fuck… this was indeed fucking hell.

Draining his champagne glass he asked the host to bring him another. His hands were clammy and his heart was hammering away.

“okay I am ready!” You announced and he almost fainted when he watched you walk from behind the lavish velvet black curtains looking like a goddess in a black ensemble. He could feel his jaw hitting the floor. You were a vision of heaven and hell… all in one. Your delicious form wrapped in decadent lace and transparency. Fuck! He was Gojo Satoru but he was still a man!

The only thing that brought him back from his daydream of taking you back into the changing room and rearranging your insides like a beast in heat was your sweet laughter

“I’ll take that as a compliment” you chuckled at his expression. Mouth open and everything.

“Ehem!” He cleared his throat “y… yeah… that will do” you chuckled and walked back to change again.

Thank god that champagne showed up because he was going to need it.

That’s when deep in his thoughts he realized…. You were going to wear that for that asshole. What? No! He had to do something!

The second outfit was even more scandalous than the last one. Oh fuck the hell no! He was not going to let that jerk enjoy tearing that kind of succulent pieces off your divine body.

“Don’t you think it’s a little too much?” He asked doing his best to pretend he didn’t like your latest set. You frowned consciously taking a few steps towards the full body mirror giving Satoru a full vision of your perfect ass and legs.

Analyzing your image you said “I think it’s perfect! I mean don’t you guys want something supper slutty and irreverent for a honey moon?” Resetting the strap over your shoulder he almost lost it.

“Y… yeah” he had to admit although a little tight lipped.

“Okay then! That settles it! I’m getting this one too”

Fucking god… the next hour was spent watching you parade around almost naked in the most delectable, skimpy and yet elegant sets he had ever seen. You put to shame any of the women he had slept with through the years.

At some point during your third change Satoru had to sit cross-legged. Least you see his rock hard boner that was menacing to rip through his trousers.

He decided getting drunk was the best option at this point, that would stunt his libido and help him pretend everything was fine.

By the end of your shopping trip you were walking out with about 20 different sets and a very drunk Satoru in tow. You laughed and helped him walk “aww Toru. Did you enjoy the champagne a little bit too much?”

“Hewwyy I… didn’t think ph.. think I would get these drunk” slurred his lie with a giggle.

Shaking your head you offered taking him back home so he could lay down.

Once in his apartment you helped him walk into his bedroom so he could lay down.

That’s when he got a little handsy.

Giggling he tried to make you fall on the bed with him “come on Toru! Help me out here!” You chastised the sorcerer. But his answer was to laugh and wrap you in his arms making you fall backwards “nooo… I refuse to let… let you g..goo” mumbled against your temple.

“You have to Toru! I’m gonna be late for diner with Adrian” you explained which made Satoru hold you tighter “don’t go… stay here with me” he whispered on your ear making all the hairs it the back of your neck stand. “Y…you are drunk Toru.. you should try to rest” once more you tried to reason to no avail.

“Imm not that dr..drunk that I… don’t know what I want. I want chu to stay with me”

“I… I can’t… Adr —“you started.

“Don’t go with him!” He yelled adamantly cutting you mid-sentence before he moved his face to meet yours finally sealing his lips with yours.

—-> Chapter 7

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The Bride C2

By the time I woke up, I felt different, like something was moving under my skin. I barely had a moment to process the change before my mother burst into the room raving about how fantastic the change was. She said she was given a gift, that it healed her and made her stronger, and she in turn gave it to me. Hers made her bigger, stronger, scarier, mine? Well physically I didn’t change much, I was far sicker than my mother was so she theorized it focused more on fixing what was nearly destroyed than improving.

Among other small things, my eyes had changed color, the previously dark brown had shifted to a shining gold, and the pendant I wore with my family crest had essentially burned itself into my skin. My nails were longer, sharper, like claws, and my teeth would ache like they were growing in.

I would soon discover this ‘gift’ was really a curse. I had to learn to live a life I had given up on, and learn to live it as a monster. I could no longer eat the things I enjoyed, even being around food would make me violently ill, and I found myself lashing out more often. We were approached by a woman one day, who claimed herself to be the reason we were what we were. Said she had the answers.

My mother was quick to form her devotion, obsessively thanking the woman before us for her ‘miracle’ and pledging our services to her. Mother Miranda, she would later introduce herself, explained we had been given a rare gift, one that would grant us life for as long as we followed her. She said our hunger, our anger, would be sated with blood, and that she would call on us when she needed us to repay her for her gift. As if the life I was forced into was really so precious. I had no choice in my first life but to accept my death and I have no choice in my second life but to accept it is no longer my own.

Something more changed with my mother as time drew on. Where I had withdrawn, barely doing what was necessary to prolong my existence, she thrived. More than I had ever seen her do previously. She hired more servants, pulling from neighboring villages, working the girls hard and then draining them to sustain herself. She turned them into ‘wine’, poured their essence into finely crafted bottles and kept them stored as if they were vintage. She liked to say they tasted better if left to age in old wine bottles, and said the bouquet that stained the glass would saturate into the blood, making it sweeter.

And then Mother Miranda came again, throwing ideas of family towards her, offering to help her. That she could have more daughters, daughters who would enjoy the life they were offered, who would thrive with her. And how could she refuse? And so they created my sisters. Daniela, Bela and Cassandra, and how they bonded. They were the children my mother wanted more than anything, they wanted to live, they loved the hateful life they were given. They had no remorse for what they had done, what they were doing.

They were perfect. Until we found out they were weaker. They had been normal before this, so when they were changed Mother Miranda said their defects would manifest with their gift. Whereas Mother and I were essentially impervious to most things, my sisters could not fare in the cold. They had to stay in the castle, where they would be safe, or they would die.

How I wished it could end for me as simply as a breeze. My mother swore to keep them safe, punishing any servant who would carelessly leave a window or a door open. Those servants would be brought to the cellar. The others would say they would never be seen again, but they don’t realize they serve them to us in our house glasses. They bottle them and preserve them, thinking its just another wine.

If only they weren’t so naive, perhaps they would have had a fighting chance. Eventually I got sick of the jokes, the jabs from my so-called sisters about how unappreciative I was of my gift, how jealous they were that I was able to go out if I wanted to. If they wanted to play with me weak, I decided I’d see how they’d fare with me stronger. And so I fed, I fed until I was full and I fed some more until the flush it gave my cheeks seemed almost natural. I started offering to help my mother more, offering to retrieve our new servants, participating in her cruel rituals.

Eventually she started thinking I had finally seen how brilliant it was, that I was growing into my life, and ‘living it how I was meant to’. And so she started letting me come to the meetings, with Mother Miranda’s permission. At first it was just us three, until she found others. Then trickled in Donna, a poor woman who's only able to exist essentially with extensions of herself into dolls. Then Moroe, a very horrifying man who basically looks like a giant slug. He was rather simple, not all too smart, essentially just fawning over Miranda and wanting to do everything to make her happy. He ended up being a big part of her experiments.

Then came Heisenberg. A brute of a man, who like us, was able to retain his primary form. His power came in the way of controlling metal. He became essential in helping Miranda build more, essentially creating and running a factory for her experiments to try to find the right body for her child. My mother did not trust him, she always said he was conniving. That as a man he was untrustworthy and that she loathed him being a part of our ‘family’.

This was one case where I found myself actually agreeing with her. Karl Heisenberg was a vulgar excuse for a man. Crass and loud, overly confident in himself and what he would be doing. Part of him was clearly a facade, whether it was his loyalty or his talent I was unable to tell, but boy did he love making snarky comments about us.

He would quip that clearly he was the more talented of the family, that he could do more for Miranda than we could. That all we were good for was killing the townsfolk and failing. Not as if he ever did much better, though. All his experiments were from the leftovers from us, all of them turning out more dull and stupid than the last. Lycan after lycan, mistake after mistake, and still he had the gall to say he was what was the one making the progress. Even the buffoon Moroe did better than he did, and all he would do was whimper pathetically about how he wants Mother Miranda to love him.

Mother made me promise to keep away from him, something I agreed to easily, I had no desire to be around such a thing and if it would get her to loosen up more with me I was more than willing. This proved, however, to be a more difficult task than anticipated, because apparently he made it his mission to go out of his way and interact with me, even if it was in short bursts. That is where we are now.

Mother Miranda had called on us all for a meeting, requesting my mother host, which of course she agreed to, even though it meant allowing men into the house. She ordered my sisters to stay in their rooms, they were not to come out, but Miranda had requested my presence at the meeting so I, of course, had to go. It didn’t take long for the freak train to roll in. First Moroe, ever the eager pleaser, whom neither my mother nor I greeted, followed by Donna, who was excitedly chittering around. Heisenberg came last, shooting a smirk towards us before dropping onto the old loveseat. It creaked dangerously in protest at the sudden weight and I felt my mother stiffen at my side.

“That’s an antique, you oaf. Be more careful with things that do not belong to you.” I sneer, narrowing my eyes. His smirk widens considerably as he leans forward on his thighs, sliding his glasses down slightly so I can see his eyes.

“Trust me darlin’, I’m plenty gentle. You just have to beg first,” he tosses back at me, and if I had fed today I’m certain I would have flushed at his suggestive tone. My mother lets out a sound of anger but before she can cut in Mother Miranda arrives, essentially teleporting right in the middle of our potential screaming match.

#Karl Heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg #lady dimitrescu #resident evil village #heisenberg x reader #re8 #re8 karl heisenberg

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hello-everyfandom · 3 years

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"Whatever happens, I’ll be there, right beside you.”

Warnings: ***Severe Trigger Warnings*** Disordered Eating Habits. Restricting Food Intake. Depression and Anxiety

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Words: 2.6k

Summary: The world is going to shit around you.

Fred Weasley may be many things. He may be too loud. He may be too big headed and cocky. He may not understand emotions as well as his twin. He may be internally anxious about the fastly approaching war which he knew would be nothing but deadly. But, if Fred is anything, he is utterly mad for you. He could not find any answer that could solve how you could possibly be with a boy like himself, the boy whose laughter bounces off the cobble walls, the boy who grins toothily.

The war, nearly at your fingertips, had taken an emotional and even physical toll on the students at Hogwarts. Fred was worried. He wouldn’t fully say it outloud as he believed in such tumultuous times as such humor was the best coping method. However, he was worried. Worried about you. As confident as you may have seemed, Fred knew full well of the internal demons you’ve suffered the wrath from. If he could, he’d whip out his wand and defeat them all, but it wasn’t like that. He could not even wish them away, even if he shut his eyes as tightly as he could.

Those who believed Harry Potter began preparing for battle, learning defensive spells and attacking hexes to protect themselves and protect their home. You were the first to sign up for Dumbledor’s Army alongside the twins who promised all the younger students to prank the ever loving hell out of any Death Eaters who dared roam Hogwarts.

Fred began to notice a change in your demeanor when training had hit a month or so. You were working yourself to the bone, studying as many protection spells as you could and studying the herbs and potions needed for quick healing. You assured Fred with a kiss on his cheek that you were merely getting as prepared as you could. Fred couldn’t really do anything or think of anything to argue back with, but he watched with wary eyes.

“Freddie,” you laughed, “You can wipe that worried look off your face. I’m fine!”

“But-”

“Seriously.” You patted his cheek kindly, “Go on and join the boys for dinner, I’ll be there in a moment.”

Fred nodded, slowly walking away from where you sat. He waited for you at supper, even made you a plate and made sure no one took the last chocolate pudding as he knew that was your study snack. But, you never came.

Okay, Fred thought. You must have been too buried in a book as you sometimes were. When night began to grow and he hadn’t seen you for a few hours, he began his search and bid his whining twin behind. He found you where he had last left you, still studying the words of numerous textbooks.

“Missed dinner,” Fred said softly.

“Did I?” you asked, surprised, quickly looking to the clock that hung on the wall you saw that it was nearly ten past eleven. “Oh, bollocks.” You laughed at yourself.

“Yeah, bollocks.” Fred mocked, pulling you to your feet. “Come on then, let’s sneak you something from the kitchens, yeah?”

You bit your cheek, thinking in your head, “I’m really not that hungry.”

“Really?” Fred’s eyebrows raised, “But you’re always hungry after reading, especially big, boring smelly textbooks like these.” He waved his hand accusingly at the books on the table.

With a grin, you shook your head, “Really. I had a large lunch and I’m actually rather tired.”

Fred hummed, interlocking your fingers, “Shall we head to bed then? Have a good little cuddle?”

You nodded in response and began to collect the books to take back to your dormitory.

“No, no!” Fred protested, “Don’t bring the bloody books.”

“Don’t insult the books, Freddie, lest you want a big, boring, smelly textbook in your crotch.”

Fred grumbled and complied, even taking a few of the heavier ones in his arms. Fred slept soundly that night, with his arms wrapped around you. It was only until you were tossing and turning and eventually getting up to light a candle and begin reading again. Fred looked at your hunched figure with bleary eyes.

“What in heaven’s name are you doing love?” he whispered.

“I couldn’t sleep, thought I’d read a bit instead. Go back to sleep,” you whispered back. Fred didn’t think much of this, even though he should’ve, but instead he watched you read until he unwillingly fell asleep again.

Weeks passed, more training sessions and lessons and homework upon homework. Fred kept a smile on his face, giving encouragement to the young D.A members and laughing when George would get blasted back by their little sister. You laughed as well, making Fred grin even larger. He saw you improve beyond belief, able to detect spells thrown at you. He believed wholeheartedly that you could duel with a blindfold on and shamelessly win. But to you? Your form was wonky and your wordless spells needed extreme practice. You brought it upon yourself to take extra practice times in the Room of Requirement, in the space between doing homework and studying. Those times, to Fred’s utter dismay, were usually meal times.

“But-”

“Swear on my life, Fred, I eat when I get back to the dorm, you’re usually asleep by then!”

“But-”

“Freddie, you’re going to wear yourself thin if you continue to worry about me.”

“It’s my job to worry about you.” Fred argued, “Is something wrong? Anything I can help with?”

Shaking your head, “No no, just want some time to practice, that’s all.”

“Can’t you take a little break? George and Lee haven’t seen you in ages.”

“Well,” you chuckled, “that’s not true. George and I sat next to each other during Divination and I helped Lee with his girl troubles last night.”

“Oh, but... you can still take a break! At least come to dinner?”

“Maybe,” you reached on your toes to press a kiss to Fred’s lips, “We’ll see.”

As you walked away, Fred yelled, “So see you at dinner?”

“Goodbye, Freddie!” you answered back.

Now is the time to be truthful. Standing in the Room of Requirement, alone to your own thoughts. Something was wrong. You weren’t exactly sure what and couldn’t pin where you felt anxious, but you knew something was off and was beginning to fear your love would notice as well. To be honest, you had gotten frightfully used to skipping meals. At first, it bothered your stomach as it growled and rang, but the more you ignored the ache the more you could withstand. Hunger only seemed to be a nuisance to you, distracting you from focusing. The only thing you wanted was to become stronger. Practicing and moving toned you down, but it didn’t seem enough. The girls in your year and below you were smaller, able to move quicker and think faster. Time seemed to serve you well as you put all your focus and will into exercise. When Fred and even George would approach you with plates of food, you’d fawn and smile, thanking them profusely for thinking of you. When they left, or turned an eye, you’d enchant the food away, not wanting to smell the scent of mashed potatoes and roast. The lack of food in your body displayed a false sense of security as you began to feel better and better everyday.

Fred, oh Fred, such an innocent, oblivious boy could only notice your change in routine. Had he noticed the baggy sweaters you stole from him and the sudden change in your cheeks, perhaps he would’ve cursed himself. But, he basked in the fact that he thought you were happy. It wasn’t his fault either. You did a terrific job at hiding behind large sweaters and cups of hot caffeinated tea that filled your belly.

“I’m exhausted.” you moaned, falling backwards onto your bed. Fred joined you, lying sideways so he could look at his beautiful girlfriend. To him, you were effortlessly pretty. Enchanting he may even say. Fred leaned closer, wrapping an arm around your waist and kissing the skin of your exposed neck.

“Shall we have a nap then?”

“Maybe,” you yawned, “but you better be careful, I’m quite sore from lessons today.”

Fred joked playfully, “I know, saw you take quite a spill after Hermione spit that spell at you.”

“You would think she would’ve gone easy!” you laughed back.

“Come on, up then.”

“No, why!” you cried, refusing to take his hands.

“You buffoon, I’m going to give you a massage. You know, since I’m such a loving, perfect boyfriend to his seemingly ungrateful girlfriend.”

“You may call me ungrateful but buffoon? That’s going too far.” you bit back but nevertheless agreed and sat up so you were seated between Fred’s open legs. Fred’s thumbs quickly found your shoulders, rubbing your muscles. You moaned with the pressure of the pads of his thumbs.

“You’re more tense than a horse’s arse.” Fred commented, sticking his tongue out in concentration.

“Will you just let me enjoy this?”

“I think,” Fred touched the hem of your sweater, which was actually his from third year, “I may be able to help more if this were off.”

“Is that a pick up line?” you asked sarcastically, “Not quite bright with the ladies, are we?”

“If I was not in love with you, I’m pretty sure I would have dumped you by now,” Fred joked. Of course, that wasn’t true at all, but his comment would be something you’d think about for days on.

“Alright, but I’m only wearing a bra under this, cover your virgin eyes if you must.”

Fred scoffed and began to take off your sweater, “Virgin eyes, my cock and balls.”

The cold hit your bare skin making you shudder. Fred couldn’t see much as the low light only seemed to cast shadows. But, as he began to massage your tired muscles, he could not ignore the feeling of your shoulders in his hands. He could feel the curve of your bones and your collar which was prominent against his touch. The straps of your bra were loose. You were silent, unknowing and enjoying what you thought was a nice massage.

“Y/N,” Fred said slowly, making you open your eyes.

“Hm?” you hummed back. Fred stood from the bed making you turn to look at him with questioning eyes. Fred quickly lit a candle next to your bed, illuminating the space between you two.

“Oh my god.” He whispered under his breath.

“Well, that’s not very nice to hear, is it?” you responded, feeling a little hurt.

“No, no,” Fred said quickly, trying to assure you. But he had seen you already. Upon the skin of your back, you were littered with bruises from practice. Spots of black and blue touched you and curved with your spine. He could nearly count every joint and sucked in a breath of harsh air.

“Darling,” his voice slower and slower, trying to grasp and piece together what is happening.

“What’s wrong? What is it?” you asked frantically, trying to look at your back. You breathed a breath of relief, “Oh, the bruises? Those are just from practicing from dueling.”

“No...” he swallowed, “Will you... turn around for me?” Fred asked. You turned and sat to face him, completely unsure of what was happening with your usual bubbly boyfriend. As you shifted, Fred nearly fainted to his feet. You had grown thinner, he could see the tops of your ribs and the thinness of your arms.

“What is it? Freddie, honey, you’re worrying me.”

He thought. A million thoughts fastly flying through his head, his tongue going dry and swelling. “When was the last time you ate?”

Immediately, you covered your body with your arms, attempting to hide and searched for your sweater that Fred had thrown somewhere. “What are you talking about? Fred, that’s a little rude.”

“Be honest with me.” Fred said sternly, sitting down in front of you. You tossed your sweater over your head, shying into the safety of the fabric.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Fred, what the hell?” you asked, angrily and frankly, a little embarrassed. To you, it didn’t seem like a worried boyfriend but a judgemental boyfriend, scanning your body for imperfections and flaws. But Fred was nothing but worried, fearful and terrified.

“You need to tell me, right now. No bullshit. Have you been eating?” Fred’s voice was never serious, never as serious as now where his tone made you shake and cower. Fred noticed your face drop and the scared emotion in your eyes and mentally kicked himself. He was quiet, thinking again.

“This isn’t healthy, Y/N.” he whispered. His words made your stomach drop and your hands become cold with sweat.

“Fred-”

“You haven’t been eating, have you?” Fred asked, already knowing the answer. He began to desperately file through his memories. Like a shade drawn up, he nearly threw up. These few days, you were exhausted, couldn’t stand as well, shaking when standing. He thought of himself as foolish.

“Answer, please.” Fred begged. He grasped your hands in his, only now noticing your skinny fingers. “Please, my love, please. Have you been eating?”

Fred’s begging made you whimper. The sadness in his tone made your eyes well and your throat close until you could only spit out the words, “I can’t.”

“Tell me,” Fred cried out.

“I can’t eat. I feel sickly when I eat.”

Fred choked out a sob. He rarely cried but seeing how oblivious he was to your pain made him stricken with grief.

“But, it’s okay.” you said quickly after, nodding your head, “I’m fine.”

“No,” Fred gripped your tighter, “You’re not fine, darling.”

“I can eat anytime I want,” you tried to persuade him, or you, you weren’t sure which one.

“But, you won’t.” Your boyfriend said. The truth, the truth you had been cowardly hiding from was there, in front of your face, and this time you could not hide. Your silence was all the answers he needed. You couldn’t control yourself. You began to cry alongside him, sorrowful for everything that lived.

“What happened? Love? Tell me,”

“I-” you stuttered and struggled to breath, Fred moved so he could rub your back, still looking at you, “I don’t know. I. It started one day and then I guess, well I. I don’t know. I guess, I guess the stress and...” you cried harder, “I don’t know.”

“That’s okay,” Fred hushed you, pulling you in for a hug, wrapping his long arms around your wracking figure. “I’m here now, I won’t leave you. I’m here. I’ll help,”

“You can’t help!” your lips quivered, pulling back harshly in a state of disarray. “You can’t! I- I don’t. You can't. I don’t know.” you couldn’t say anything. Fred placed his hands, gently, on your cheeks, staring into the eyes of the woman he adored.

“We’ll try. I’ll try, and so will you.” Fred assured you, rubbing your cheeks.

“I don’t know if I can.” you said, hiccuping through cries.

“You can. You’re so unbelievably strong, I’ve seen you whoop several old sods in our year’s ass. And I know,” Fred moved your head softly so he could look at you better, “I know my words may not help, but I think you are so beautiful. Whatever happens, I’ll be there, right beside you.”

It wasn’t an exact solution and it didn’t automatically nor immediately solve anything, but it was something. It was what you needed to hear at the moment. To know you weren’t alone facing not only the physical battle of the external world but the internal one. It would take time, time needed, to be yourself again. Even still, on the days you felt worse, Fred would squeeze your hand in his and press a kiss on your lips.

#fred weasley #fred weasley fic #fred wealsey imagines #harry potter #harry potter imagines #harry potter imagine #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley imagine

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hyatoro · 3 years

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Hi! May i request eyeshield 21 hc for kakei, Clifford and maybe bud walker the reader is their best friend (or maybe childhood friend?), thanks!

Haha this was fun. Everything is chill and platonic...unless?

Unless you want to perceive it as something more which you guys are more than welcome to.

Part 2

Kakei Shun

Being best friends with this buffoon is a mixed bag of fun and drama. A lot of it is dependent on the kind of person you are but he’ll still get into the same trouble he did in canon. Yes I’m talking about being a really tall middle schooler in the US playing American football and drinking underage cause he’s lost in life. He was having a mid life crisis at 13 i stg.

When you’re young the two of you ran around a lot and you encouraged him when you saw him get praised for being good at football, even though at that age it was just because he was tall. You’d come and help him practice when he asked and he’d help you out with whatever you asked of him just the same.

When he went to the US there were sad goodbyes but you sent him off telling him to behave and do well so that you’d see each other again.

He did not behave. But he DID get his shit back together. And when you find out—because he can’t keep a secret from you—boy did you tear him a new one. Luckily there was nothing left to do but to watch and cheer him on because he’d already found his way back home.

Clifford D. Lewis

One time he did something so utterly stupid that you said the D in his name stood for Dumbass and he wouldn’t talk to you for a week. Either from embarrassment or just giving you the cold shoulder who knows. Me. I know. It was from embarrassment. To be fair you guys were just 8 years old.

He actually learned how to gamble from you. Or well. Someone you knew, like your parent or another relative. They taught the both of you the pros, cons, risks, and of course, rewards. He took to it like a fish to water and ever since then he changed a lot.

Still, it’s not like he brushed you off to the side. You were one of his close friends, and a man like him doesn’t have many. With you giving him a run for his money (occasionally) it made it easy to talk, especially when it was just the two of you. As soon as another person enters the room though you can hear his doors close and walls go up to maintain that invincible façade of his.

When they leave the room though you can see his shoulders sag as he leans back into his seat so you two can continue playing whatever game you decided on that day.

Bud Walker

There was a time when you guys were kids and your guys’ parents joked about getting married so he whipped out a ring pop, got on both knees (because he didn’t realize that it was just one knee), and said he called dibs on best man. The adults lost their god damn mind at how stupidly charming it was. Yes he didn’t know what a best man’s job was, just that he liked the title of being the best fucking dude ever.

Your parents made you take theater because you wanted to stay after school to hang out with Bud but weren’t interested in any clubs at the time. They decided. Ok fine. But you gotta do something. And made you a theater kid. I’m sorry. This IS however Bud’s acting origin story. Y’all would practice lines on each other a lot. But y’all are competitive that it eventually honed your guys’ skills into something else and eventually he went pro.

He’s the driver. He drives the two of you to school cause he likes his cars. During exam week he’ll sneak you out so he can do donuts in a random parking lot so y’all can destress. Absolutely the kind of guy that does crazy stuff to cheer you up. Like point a fire rocket at the water and freak out when it bounces off and back towards your general direction. Everything turned out alright but the face he made definitely should’ve made it to the big screens. He disagrees.

#eyeshield 21 #eyeshield 21 x reader #kakei shun #clifford lewis #clifford d lewis #bud walker #kakei shun x reader #clifford lewis x reader #bud walker x reader #request #kids are stupid dont come at me with that 'anime kids are built different and therefore clifford would have 10000 iq plays at the age of 3'#nah man. kids do dumb shit

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Barrel’s Warhammer!

YYYYOOOOOO SASHA!!!!

She really is the epitome, the pinnacle, of gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss! I love Sasha, she’s such an utter mess, morally ambiguous and then downright terrible in so many ways, and genuinely unhinged in just as many! She’s a freaking riot and SUCH an amazing character, y’all!

In general, I adore how Toads are handled in this show! Yeah, they’re big and brutish and used as thugs… But the show still clearly portrays them as people, and some of them are terrible like Bog, but others are just trying to live their lives, like Percy and Braddock! And how they’re all clearly working with this ascribed role as Andrias’ enforcers and iron fist across Amphibia, how they’re encouraged to be cruel brutes… But they’re still people and they’re still oppressed, which is why Grime is leading his rebellion! Good for him, good for THEM!

Also… GRIMMITY?!?! Beatrix?! Grime LORE! I like how Beatrix and Grime have blind eyes on opposite sides, and Sasha roasting Bufo by naturally connecting his name to Buffoon, WONDERFUL! Aldo’s also a legendary, killer design, he reminds me of VLD Zarkon, old and decrepit and fanged and clearly has seen a LOT of stuff, a real warrior of his time… Honestly, getting a look into the Toads and THEIR complicated role in this story, as the ‘bad guys’ but not really, there’s more to them; It’s such a fit to Sasha’s character, and I LOVE how she’s such an utter brute for someone who normally seems accustomed to using honey over vinegar to attract flies (to feed her Toads)! She’s nuts, she’s great.

I love the explanation for the eye symbol, I love Sasha really getting to appreciate Percy and Braddock, and for a moment I thought she really was learning her lesson… When she gave them an out, I thought maybe she took what happened with Anne to heart, but now…! Maybe this is what she’s always done; Made empty promises. God, I love this little arc for her character, how she wants to be a good friend, but she keeps valuing power and control over all else…

AND HER RAGE! HER JEALOUSY! At Anne and Marcy being with each other, leaving her out, Sasha’s mind jumping to all of the worst conclusions, and how THAT anger is what unlocks her gem power, not heroism or anything else! Sasha’s such a complex and messed-up character but you can’t help but root for her, she really IS a Problematic Fave! God, with how she’s going to meet Anne in a volcano, and the whole “Sasha is Anakin and Anne is Obi-Wan” just WRITES itself, with Sasha angrily accusing Anne of turning Marcy against her, Anne retorting that Sasha did that herself, etc.!

God Sasha’s such a complicated mess and ball of unresolved emotions and contradictions, denial that’s insisting everything’s fine when it’s really not… She’s a manipulator who prefers to be hands-off, yet is also somehow the raw brute with unthinking, unyielding strength! She’s utterly terrifying, no wonder all of the Toads are in awe of her ferocity and power!

Also, I like how Barrel’s Warhammer was included; At first I wondered WHY the Narwhal Worm would guard the weapon used by the Toad who fought it, but as we can clearly see… Barrel must’ve conked it out BADLY with his Warhammer, knocking it out, and the hammer has been stuck since! And once more, the hammer has been slammed into the worm… And in general, I love seeing the Toads just ROOT around Sasha and Grime, I love seeing villainous characters get to go feral and unhinged as you root for them, as THEY rise up and fight against all odds as the underdogs!

Percy and Braddock and the gag with the kawaii poses was great, but it’s also sad to see them go! They’re definitely a wake-up call for Sasha and I like it, I wonder if you could parallel them, one-by-one, to Anne and Marcy respectively? Perhaps Anne and Marcy were initially not taken seriously by Sasha at first, but ultimately she DID grow to care for them and not just as ‘tools’, who knows? With Anne and Percy and Braddock, I think Sasha’s going to have to reconsider things… And GRIME, how he just sort of accepts that, yeah, you gotta lose people to achieve a goal! I could see him being a bad influence to Sasha, unintentionally- Like her, he means well, they’re really great parallels to one another!

Like, Sasha and Grime are both brutes, power-hungry, and wanting control, but Sasha prefers subtlety and manipulation, appeals to both her and others’ emotions, while Grime prefers to be raw and unthinking strength, he’s a seasoned veteran from combat, while Sasha is likely a rich kid, young and learning… They’re such a dynamic duo with a lot to teach one another! Maybe Grime sees himself in Sasha; Himself when HE was a kid… Maybe when he was a gladiator, he had friends but left them behind to be promoted to Captain? I wonder if Beatrix has anything to say on this, too…

Could Beatrix provide insight to Grimmity? Did Grime leave her behind in a sense…? Does SASHA have a sibling, and that leads to her weird power complex, as another parallel to Grime! Either way it’s sweet, I adore the dynamic of two horrible people who are good friends and bad, enabling influences to each other… Being problematic faves, you can’t help but cringe at their mistakes but also cheer as they win as underdogs and turn the tables on their enemies! I like how Sasha is still supportive of Grime and vice-versa, Grime’s guiding this kid, but Sasha’s fully supporting Grime as the de-facto leader and backing him up, not trying to seize control!

I think it really parallels Anne, how she just wanted to get back home… But somewhere along the way, she realizes how much she loves and enjoys this, and values her friend! And maybe it could lead to Sasha not wanting to head back home after all, especially if there’s nothing there for her; Which could play into her keeping all of her gem powers as she opposes Andrias openly, while Anne has some of her power because again, she’s more neutral, and then Marcy has none because she’s fully bought into the Newt King’s schtick!

Also, it’s funny that Sasha is no doubt feeling betrayed, like her trust has been jeopardized by Anne and Marcy, considering she did the same to Anne in Reunion! Lying to her about what she intended to do with the Frogs… It’s wonderfully hypocritical and this kid does NOT want self-awareness, she’ll toy with it for a bit, but then immediately backpedal! Get better and well Sasha, for everyone’s sake… The confrontation and paranoia as she loses her friends and only has Grime, who means well but isn’t so great himself, is also nice!

Honestly, there’s even a parallel to the idea of Sasha meaning well, only to be ruined by her own toxicity… And Grime wanting a better life for Toads in his revolution, but still allowing a hierarchy to exist by the end of the day, instead of abolishing it for all! They both have good ideas and initiative, but it’s ruined by Sasha and Grime not backing down on certain things and not listening to others, being SO sure they’re right… Very compelling stuff. Now I’m starting to wonder if Sasha will be open to Anne about her suspicions, if they WILL get along for the Third Temple…

…Or if she’ll try to manipulate and fool her again, thinking that SHE’s been betrayed herself! And maybe Sasha will realize her faults in the battle of Newtopia, only for it to be too late, Anne has been too betrayed, Sasha has only herself (and, well, Andrias) to blame! In the meantime, as Sasha no doubt embraces her role as a rebel, but also unknowingly as a hero against Andrias and his master… I can see her tapping more into her gem powers and actually using them as part of her rage, hence the shots we see from the Third Temple! She’s going to be terrifying, y’all, and even more of a match for Yunnan at this point… And Anne, poor Anne’s going to be caught between TWO toxic friends!

Both mean well, but both have other bad points… And it just means Anne’s gonna have to forge her own path, make her own decisions and group and faction, be her own person and take initiative once more! But it’s also gonna be lonely and could contribute to more trust issues along the way… And maybe she’ll think she can only trust herself, only do things on her own, and how this might pair badly with her selfless martyr-complex. We’ll have to wait and see, though… We’ll have to wait and see.

#amphibia #amphibia sasha #sasha waybright #amphibia grime #captain grime #amphibia percy #amphibia braddock #analysis #speculation

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yeongwvnhi · 3 years

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》Troublemaker《

Superpowers AU, College AU, Poly AU

Taglist (send an ask if you want to be added): @twancingyunhoe @biaswreckingfics @donghanies @moonshineboyz @soleilsuhh @trashlord-007

Genre: crack, fluff, angst, suspension, suggestive

Rating: 16+

General Warnings: rituals, lots of fighting, language, injuries, weapons, detailed descriptions of fights and injuries, some mature themes, lots of kissing and teasing

Chapter Specific Warnings: teacher and headmaster being overly rude, cussing

Pairing: The Boyz x fem reader

Synopsis: in a world where superpowers are nothing special and everyone is gifted with some kind of special ability, you and your friends quickly grow tired of it and all the rules. So when one of your friends brings up a certain ritual, with which you can travel into another universe, it sounds like heaven, but you quickly realize it's harder to adapt than you'd like.

Word count: 2.7k

》Next《》Masterlist《

It's fairly early when you leave your home for college, around 7am something. The air around you is still fairly crisp and cool, but you're not bothered. Others would be shaking if they went outside in just skinny jeans and a simple sweater when it's 0°C outside.

But you? You're not bothered in the slightest as you calmly walk down the street and towards the giant building.

It's metallic cover reflects the sunlight, slightly blinding you in the process. It makes you squint and avert your eyes.

"Y/N!"

Your head turns in the direction of the call and you see your best friend jogging towards you with a bright grin. "Oh, hey."

"Good morning!" He beams, way too enthusiastic for your liking at this hour.

A demonstrative yawn escapes you as you lazily wave at him. "Morn'..." You mumble and wipe the tears out of your eyes which gathered due to your yawn.

"Aren't you gonna give your bestie a hug?" He pouts and his dimples make an appearance. "I'm disappointed."

A chuckle escapes you before you turn towards him completely and give him his desired display of affection.

A happy sigh escapes him as he tightly slings his arms around you. "I'm never letting you go, it's too cold!" He whines when you move to break the hug.

"Wear warmer clothes then, you buffoon." You mumble, struggling to push him away and ultimately just giving up.

"Nahh, why would I do that when I have my personal heater right under my nose?" He teases.

"Shut up and let me go, we have classes soon." You whine and push at his chest again.

He relents with a high pitched laugh as he watches you stumble back, his arms letting go easier than expected and making you lose your balance for a few seconds.

"You fucker" You hiss while taking big, fast steps towards your destination.

"My baby! Don't be mad!" Your friend whines while jogging to match your pace.

"It's not even 8 yet and the two of you are already having a quarrel." A new voice joins the two of you.

Startled by the sudden intervention, you whip your head to pinpoint the source and find another guy of your friend group.

"Sangyeon? Where did you come from?" You ask, eyes moving up to meet his.

"You must have forgotten that I always meet you at this section in the road, tsk." The older one answers and shakes his head.

"Sorryyyy" You say with a chuckle, "but Changmin here decided to be an ass first thing in the morning! It's his fault"

"HUH??" The culprit screeches in surprise, "Excuse me??"

"Be quiet you two, I don't need a headache right before classes."

"Sorryy" Changmin and you chime in unison, "dad." the former adds and snickers, earning himself a glare from Sangyeon.

The three of you continue on the rest of the way in silence and you couldn't be more grateful. Your mind is not yet in the right place for any intellectual conversation.

The enormous college building towers in front of you all as you reach the campus.

"Ohh look, the others are already here!" Changmin happily points out, proceeding to skip towards said friend group.

Sangyeon and you exchange an amused glance before also walking towards them.

"Morning everyone." You wave at the guys and they all greet you back.

"Y/N my love!" Your other best friend exclaims and jumps to hug you, "I'm so glad you're finally here! Please warm me up, I'm freezing!"

The other guys laugh at their youngest friend's antics, you included. Nonetheless you proceed to hug him around his middle and make use of your powers. Your skin immediately heats up to a nice and cozy temperature and the guy hums in relief.

"You're such a baby." You chuckle and pat his broad back affectionately.

"Classes start in about 10 minutes, we can go inside now."

"Oh, look who decided to show up." Sangyeon teases.

"What? Why would I show up half an hour before classes?" Said newcomer replies. "I can take all the time I need, unlike you guys~"

"Stop being arrogant, Hyun." The oldest playfully scolds.

"Now now, don't fight." Jacob intervenes, voice clearly expressing his worry.

"Hold on, what class do we have now?" You suddenly realize and look up to meet Sunwoo's eyes.

"Uhh I'm pretty sure it's chem." He replies, now looking at Younghoon for confirmation.

"Yeah" he nods. "We should go, it's all the way on the top floor of the building."

Sunwoo and you groan in unison, totally not thrilled on having to walk up 10 flights of stairs.

"I actually also have chemistry, but in another course." Jaehyun says, "It's on the same floor though."

The three of you guys look at your friend with hope.

"Urgh, fiiine." He groans, already knowing exactly what you were all going to ask of him.

"Yay!" You beam happily and peel yourself away from Youngjae. "Sorry hun but you gotta get inside quickly to stay warm I guess."

He grumbles something inaudible and you immediately attach yourself to Jaehyun's arm instead and give him a smile. "You're the best, Hyunnie!"

He can't help the amused smile to crawl onto his lips. "I know."

You hear Sunwoo make a gagging sound, prompting you to laugh. "Let's go now."

"Sure, sure." Jaehyun hums and within a second the four of you are up on the top floor.

"Thank you~" You happily chime and stand on your tiptoes to press a quick kiss to the man's cheek. Then you turn around, link arms with Sunwoo and Younghoon and drag them into your chemistry classroom with a content smile on your face.

Both men exchange a glance at that interaction and internally behead Jaehyun for having his useful ability.

When Sunwoo turns his head to look at the older guy, Jaehyun shows him a priggish smirk and waves before disappearing.

"He really-"

"Good morning you three!" Your teacher greets and Sunwoo immediately stiffens, startled by the voice. "Class starts in 5 minutes, find your seats!"

"Yes ma'am!" The three of you reply and give a quick bow before scurrying to your seats.

"Miss Im is so scary…" Younghoon shudders and you nod.

—

Your teacher had given the class an experiment to work on in groups of three. Funnily enough, a student had broken one of the school's bunsen burners, so now your group was without one.

"Great, just great" Miss Im angrily says under her breath.

"Miss" You say and raise your hand. She looks at you and nods. "I can use my power instead for fire-"

"Under no circumstance will you do that!" She immediately shoots down your idea and raises her voice. "What if you set fire to something in here? You could hurt us!"

You don't know what to say, feeling at a loss for words at her sudden outburst. Sunwoo and Younghoon notice your shaking hands and glare at the teacher.

"Did you really have to lash out at her like that? She just suggested it!" Sunwoo angrily replies and stands up from his chair, smacking the table. "We all here have been living with our powers ever since we were 5! We have them under control! Y/N would never hurt someone on purpose!"

Younghoon had hugged you close to calm your anxiety down while everyone just watched and listened to Sunwoo's outburst.

Then it was quiet for a moment, Miss Im too stunned to say anything back and the rest of the class only agreed with him.

Sunwoo was quite literally charged, you could see little lightning bolts dancing all over him.

"Sunwoo…" You quietly say and he looks at you. "It's okay."

He takes a deep breath and shoots the teacher another sharp glare.

She clicks her tongue angrily and just ignores this incident, instead opting to not grade your group on this one.

—

After class ends the three of you quickly make your way downstairs and onto the campus to meet the others. Sunwoo was stubbornly clinging onto your arm with an annoyed pout on his face.

"Hey Sunwoo." you speak up and nudge him so he looks at you. "Thank you for interfering."

He gives you a tight-lipped smile and says "No big deal."

"Thank you too Hoonie." you turn to the older guy and give him an affectionate smile which he returns shyly.

"Oh look, the troublemakers are coming." Someone teases when the three of you proceed on your way towards your friend group.

You turn to glare at the person, your red eyes flaring dangerously and they immediately look away, visibly flustered.

"Hey hey, we already heard you guys got in trouble." Jacob says first when you are within hearing range. "What happened? Are you okay?"

"Don't worry, we're fine." You answer and wave him off, but the way he eyes Sunwoo tells you that's not what he wanted to hear.

"Miss Im went off on Y/N after she offered to use her powers for the experiment because a burner was missing." Younghoon explains and you feel Sunwoo tighten his group on your arm even further. "A- Sunwoo what's gotten into you?" You exclaim to him and prod at his arm to give you some room.

"I'm sorry Noona, I'm just still mad at Miss Im." He mumbles and hides his face on your shoulder.

"Stop being a baby." Juyeon speaks up and pries the younger one from you… well he tries. "Argh, let go already! Chanhee, come help me out!"

"Wha- Hyung what am I supposed to do??" The younger one replies incredulously.

"Just help me get this walking taser off of Y/N!"

You snort at that exclamation and Sunwoo gives Juyeon a pointed look. "Did you really just call me a walking taser?!"

"So what if I did?"

"Unbelievable." Chanhee shakes his head, but an amused smile plays at his lips nonetheless.

Your eyes basically scream 'help me!!' As you look at Youngjae, the youngest out of you all gives you a laugh before nodding. And suddenly Sunwoo's grip on you loosens and you quickly peel yourself away and hide behind the culprit. "Thanks Jae." you snicker against his arm as you peek out to look at a confused Sunwoo.

"Yah!" He literally screams, making all of you flinch besides Changmin. "Youngjae I swear-"

"Enough now, kids!" Sangyeon finally steps in and silences Sunwoo quickly. He pouts and crosses his arms in front of his chest.

You move from behind Youngjae to stand to his left, now in between him and Changmin.

"Ohh guys!" The latter suddenly speaks up with sparkly eyes and everyone looks at him. "How about we have a sleepover at my house this weekend? We're free next week so we can have some fun together!"

Everyone quickly makes eye contact with the others. "Sure!" Haknyeon nods and adjusts his choker. "I'm itching to take this thing off, it's really weird to be as close to normal as it can get here."

You all laugh at that, remembering how he has to wear it due to his powers. His hyperawareness is a very useful power, but also hard to live with, since he gets easily overwhelmed in crowded places. He had someone in his family create that ability dimmer for him so he could live without being constantly overwhelmed.

"You over there!"

All of you turn to see who called, finding it to be your headmaster. "Kim Sunwoo and L/N Y/N, come over here."

You give Youngjae a panicked look and he shoots you one right back. That can't be good.

The two of you slowly walk towards the man, stopping about a meter in front of him. "Do you know why I came to speak with you?"

"No, sir." You shake your head, not daring to look into his eyes. Out of the corner of your eyes you see Sunwoo trembling slightly.

"Well, I came here because Miss Im told me about what happened during her chemistry lesson. Shall I remind you, Miss L/N, that it is strictly prohibited to use your powers on campus grounds, unless they're unable to be deactivated?"

"N-No, I know that, sir." You reply quietly. "But we were missing a burner, so I thought-"

"You thought what? That it would be a good idea to use your powers instead and to risk hurting your classmates? Hm?"

"I'm so-sorry. It won't happen again, sir"

"And now on to you, Mister Kim." The headmaster turns to Sunwoo instead and you try to calm your racing heart and keep your anxious tears at bay. "You're really cocky for a 2nd year, just raising your voice at a teacher like that AND using your powers in a classroom."

"Miss Im has started it." Sunwoo replies through gritted teeth, "She could've calmly explained it, but instead she decided to humiliate Y/N Noona in front of the whole class! Was I just supposed to watch?!"

"Sunwoo-" You hiss, scared for him.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me right, sir."

"Don't make me call your parents." The much older man threatens.

"Oh, go ahead then." Sunwoo replies, "I don't care."

"Sunwoo!" You say with big eyes. "Stop it!"

"You should listen to your little friend, Mister Kim." The headmaster sneers, "I'll let you off the hook since you never did anything before. You better behave." he clicks his tongue and leaves.

You grab Sunwoo by the collar and pull him to match your height. "Are you out of your mind?!"

"Hey hey…" Jacob quickly makes an appearance and gently touches your shoulders with nothing but worry all over his face. "Please calm down Y/N."

"You idiot, he could have expelled you or something! Don't do stuff like that!" You practically beg him with teary eyes.

The younger one's eyes soften. "I'm sorry Noona, I won't do it again, but please don't cry."

Jacob takes a step back and just watches, mostly relieved that you weren't angry and that he wouldn't have to break up a fight.

"Give me a hug you idiot…" You grumble and wipe your eyes. Sunwoo gives a panicked wheeze, locking eyes with Changmin and Youngjae. They both just wave him off.

"Okay okay, don't cry." He says and gives in, pulling you close and patting your back.

The others watch from a bit away, soft smiles on their faces, almost forgetting why you two are in that situation in the first place.

But then the bell rang, snapping you all out of your thoughts.

Changmin drags you by your wrist, Chanhee on your other side as they lead the way to your next class.

"Are you feeling better now, Y/N?" Chanhee softly asks from your left side and you turn to look at him.

"I feel okay now, thank you for worrying." You reply and flash the taller man a quick smile.

Changmin intertwined his fingers with yours. It's nothing new, the two of you used to do that ever since you became friends.

"Chanhee Hyung, where is the literature classroom again?"

The oldest of you three thinks for a moment and looks at the numbers next to the doors. "It's room 371."

"Ahh thank you~" Changmin happily replies and you guys make your way into the room.

—

Chanhee stretches his long limbs after the bell chimed, indicating the end of the class. "Today's lesson was pretty intense, don't you guys think?"

"Yeah, there was a lot." Changmin frowns a little. "Y/N how were you holding up?"

Your head shoots up in surprise, caught off guard while packing your stuff. "Uh- It was alright. I understood most of it actually."

Both men give you weird looks. "You never understand stuff in literature, what happened?" Changmin says with furrowed brows.

"I think it's because she actually paid attention this time." Chanhee adds with a chuckle, "She looked so concentrated, it was cute."

You feel your body heating up and avert your eyes. "Whatever, let's go."

The two men exchange amused glances but don't speak on it any further, opting to just follow you out of the building.

You didn't expect to run into this particular person when you exited through the large glass doors.

After all, he got expelled for using his powers on campus and a few other things.

"Hyunjun?"

#yuki writes #kwritersworldnet #kdiarynet #wkcnet #destinyverse #prism.nw #fkp net #tbz #the boyz #tbz fluff #tbz angst #tbz fanfic #the boyz fluff #the boyz angst #the boyz fanfic #yeongwvnhi.txt

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hydra-collector · 4 years

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in love

AO3

Ship: Intrulogical, background Royality

Characters: Logan Sanders, Remus Sanders, Virgil Sanders

TW: depression, mild panic, kissing, mild self-harm

Words: 2407

Summary: Logan is in love. But he’s not nearly ready to admit it.

"...and I mean I know we talk about it a lot, but what do you think Pavlov-"

"Remus?" Logan set his pen down from his notebook.

"Hm?"

"What does it feel like when Thomas is in love?"

Remus let his hands sink to his lap as Logan stared at his notes, almost embarrassed to ask such a question.

-rapid heartbeat

-flushed cheeks

-warmth in chest

"Well, you've been around when it happened, haven't you?"

Logan fidgeted, tapping his pen on the paper. "Well, yes, but it doesn't really affect me."

Remus laughed, grinning at the logical side. Logan blushed in embarrassment, looking at Remus.

"What's so funny?"

"How the hell would you not experience something that affects all of us?"

Logan looked back down. Remus was right. That was stupid.

Remus's face softened, and he placed his hand on Logan's for a short moment. "I mean, all of us have our own stuff. Patton gets really giddy and happy, whoever the guy is ends up being the only thing he talks about. Roman and he get really lovey-dovey, especially when my brother starts doing big romantic gestures for him. Virgil's panicking half the time, and the other half he's really chill since Thomas really likes the guy and is comforted by him. Janus is either deciding how bad or good the guy is gonna be for Thomas or trying to get him to simp. I get really gushy and obsessive and horny, and usually help with the flirting. And you... you're such a dork."

"What?"

"Not as in whale penis. You act like a complete fool, fumbling over your words and losing coherency at the slightest bit of affection Thomas gets. You'll try to come up with the best plans to seduce him or go through all the logical outcomes, but really you're just a dumbass gay. You're completely hopeless."

Logan shifted on the bed, drilling a hole in his notebook with his stare. "Well, that's not good."

"But it is! You're so dorky and lovable, sometimes I think the guy might like Thomas better if he was you. You mess up your words, or blush like he just confessed to you, or smile lovingly whenever he talks, or start noting down everything he likes to research it, and you get more affectionate with us, even if it's just a high five or leaning on someone's shoulder. You become such a dork, and you're absolutely adorable."

Logan couldn't control the heat on his cheeks, unable or unwilling to write down any more of his findings.

"I- um- well,"

Fumbling over your words.

Logan tensed up, offering only a small nod before bolting out of the room. He could vaguely process Remus's voice calling his name, but the only thing he could think about was the pounding in his chest and the flush on his cheeks.

He ripped up and burned the notebook when he arrived in his room.

Logan laid his head on the desk, close to crying. But he didn’t cry. So he was fine.

He heard footsteps entering the room, and a hand on his back. He tensed up before relaxing, and the hand patted his head a few times until he turned it.

“You good?” Virgil asked.

Logan stared at him. “I’m fine.”

Virgil pulled up the stool he kept by his desk, sitting down so he could be at level with Logan. “You’ve been acting different lately.”

Logan put his head back towards the wood. “I said I’m fine.”

“C’mon, you’ve been acting like a total dork. Staring off into space in a daydream, forgetting to do your work, even forgetting your facts when you get flustered about someone asking you about it."

Logan was tense, his nails digging into one arm. Virgil placed a hand on his shoulder, and he leaned into it, grateful for the affection.

“Hey, do you not like it when we talk about that stuff?”

Logan sighed. “I’m not incompetent.”

Virgil rubbed his hand comfortingly across Logan’s back. “Okay. I’ll tell the others to stop joking about it.”

Logan leaned towards him slightly, and he adjusted his chair to give his friend a side-hug. Virgil started messing with his hair, eliciting the tiniest of grins from Logan as he swatted Virgil’s hand away.

“There we go. There’s a smile from our favorite nerd.”

The residual smile stayed on his face as he turned his head towards Virgil.

“So who is it?”

Logan froze. He knew there was a blush creeping up on his face, and he hated that. Virgil was still grinning at him.

“No- no one.”

“It’s gotta be someone. You’re acting like a buffoon with how lovestruck you are.”

“I- I’m not!”

“I can see it, c’mon, admit it.”

Logan’s heart rate was increasing as he dug his nails into his skin, turning his head to the desk again. “I- please, I’m not-”

“Logan, I can still see you blushing. You’re a lovestruck fool.”

No, no, no, no no-

“Virgil-”

“Come on- ”

“ Will you shut up?!? ”

He took a deep breath, pressing his head against the wood hard. There were deep nail indents in his arms, and his back was tense and stiff.

“I’m sorry, Virgil, that was… unnecessary.” He had to force the words out.

“...Sorry, Logan.”

“Thank you. I’d appreciate it if you would leave.”

He heard the chair move back to its position, and Virgil’s footsteps recede. Logan let the tension fall from his shoulders, and it felt as if there were tears pricking at his eyes. But he didn’t cry.

He stayed there for a long while, thinking about the list he would need to make to fix his friends’ view of him.

“Hey nerd!”

Remus’s voice, his lovely, comforting voice, entered the room.

“You look like you’re dead. Or dying. You’re too stressed.”

Remus placed his hands on Logan’s shoulders, apparently in an attempt to massage them. God damn Remus’s knowledge of anatomy.

It felt nice.

He ran over his plan in his head, not crying. Not anywhere near crying. There couldn’t be tears in his eyes, because it didn’t matter. He didn’t care.

“Leave.”

Remus’s hands retracted, and Logan could feel droplets of water fall onto his arms. He held back the chokes and sobs with everything he had.

“Oh. Okay.”

The pained sound of Remus’s voice only caused more tears to fall. He wanted to go crawling back to his footsteps. He heard them getting faster as they left, and his chest was shot with pain when he heard a sob, one single, awful sob as Remus headed into the hallway.

Logan couldn’t hold back the rest of his tears, the sobs that escaped his throat. He should’ve never started talking to Remus in the first place.

He should’ve never let himself care.

Logan avoided Remus at all costs. He’d nearly run whenever he saw him in the room, make up excuses if Remus said his name, even though his heart jumped whenever he heard it. Remus must hate him at this point. And you can only love someone who hates you so much.

This would eventually go away.

He missed Remus. He missed his big smile, his ranting voice, his quiet voice, his touch. He so desperately wanted to hug him, say it was all a lie, his avoidance, and be friends again. He wanted to hear the “I love you,” whether it was platonic or… not.

But he couldn’t.

Because when he would go back, he’d fall harder. And maybe it was a fear of rejection, maybe it was his serious persona, but maybe…

He didn’t deserve it.

Logan had been in his room all day. He stayed in his room most days, everyone was getting worried about him. Patton kept trying to convince him to come to dinners, but those were with Remus, so he ate in his room. Janus kept telling him it wasn’t healthy, but it wasn’t like he wasn’t showering. Virgil noticeably avoided him occasionally, but for the most part vocalized his fear that there was something really wrong. Logan wasn’t sure how bad to judge his situation. Roman tried to either force him out or guilt trip him into hanging out with them. He knew they were just trying to help, but it was quite irritating.

Remus…

Remus, at least in the beginning, would come in, say a sentence or two, asking Logan if he wanted to talk. When he didn’t get a response, when Logan paused his typing to force tears back into his eyes. Remus’s voice was so small and soft, so anxious and hurt.

And it was Logan’s fault.

He laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling. This felt pointless, all the work he was doing. He was just tired, and hurt, and he hurt other people, and he was useless. He wanted Remus to come in with his new idea or fact, use Logan’s chest and stomach as a soft pillow or table for his messy papers.

But that was a stupid desire.

“Logan.”

He turned his head vaguely towards the door, where an annoyed looking Virgil stood. He awaited Virgil’s continuation, as he wasn’t going to prompt it himself.

Virgil trudged over to the bed, grabbing Logan’s arm and pulling him off of it.

“Hey!” Logan scrambled not to fall on the floor, to no avail.

“You’re depressed, come on.”

“I’m not-”

“Logan, I really don’t wanna have this argument. We’re worried about you. Remus is worried about you. And we’re worried about Remus, and you should be too.”

Logan adjusted his position to sit against the bed. “Remus doesn’t care about me.”

Virgil snorted, joining him on the floor. “You really think that?”

Logan continued staring at the floor.

“He’s head over heels for you, L. And now he thinks you hate him.”

Logan curled in on himself a little, tensing.

“Why are you so keen on avoiding him anyway?”

Logan considered his response for a moment. On one hand, he didn’t want Virgil to laugh at him. On the other… he didn’t want Remus to keep getting hurt.

“...I love him.”

“Well, yeah, but why’s that making you avoid him?”

“I…”

Maybe he didn’t even really know.

“I’m not supposed to feel. I don’t want to. And Remus, well… he makes me feel a lot of things. Things I don’t understand.”

He took a glance towards Virgil, who had turned his head towards the ceiling.

“Yeah. I don’t think anybody really does. I sure don’t. Roman and Patton make it look so easy, but it took a long time for them to get there. You remember, right? How Patton got so flustered he couldn’t even talk around Roman. And then he’d just choose his target to gush about Roman to.”

“It’s just… Remus told me that when Thomas is in love, I get really stupid and unorganized, and then you said that, and… if being good enough for Thomas involves-”

“ What ?”

Virgil’s tone sounded aggressive, and Logan turned to look at him anxiously. “Did I-”

“Logan, you’re already good enough for Thomas. You don’t need to be completely emotionless. Plus, logic often relies on how Thomas feels. Sure, Thomas might be a little more awkward than usual, but there’s nothing wrong with that. And if you tell Remus how you feel, it’ll rid you of the negative effects on Thomas faster than repressing your emotions and staying in your room until you’re completely depressed.

“Plus, if you don’t tell him, I will.”

“Virgil!”

“He’s been crying for the past three days, Logan.”

Logan sighed, leaning against Virgil and closing his eyes. “Thanks.”

Virgil wrapped his arm around him. “Now get the hell out of your room.”

Logan took a deep breath, trying to calm himself before heading to Remus’s room. It wasn’t too far down the hall from his own. His heart beat fast as he knocked on the dark green door, covered in scratches and unidentifiable fluids.

He heard a soft sound come from inside, something that put a pang of pain in his heart. He got no response other than muffled cries.

“...Remus?”

The sound immediately stopped.

Remus opened the door to reveal his disheveled look. Messy hair, red eyes, and a costume that looked like he’d tried to rip it up.

“Are you- do-”

“I’m sorry.”

Remus hesitated, staring into Logan’s eyes.

“I’m so, so sorry.”

Logan held a hand out, desperately hoping Remus would take it.

He did.

“I never… I never should have made you feel like I hated you. It’s… it’s torture to hear you feeling negatively at all.”

Remus was crying, a wavering smile growing unsteadily on his face. He came closer, letting go of Logan’s hand and reaching his arms out in a huglike motion. Logan accepted it, shoving himself towards Remus’s half extended arms. He held on, tight, pushing his fingers through Remus’s hair, eyes shut tight.

“I- I should’ve helped you, L. I knew you were having a hard time, and I ignored it. And- and maybe you wouldn’t have felt so bad, this is- this is my fault-”

Logan held on tighter. “No. No it’s not. It’s not your fault that I was an asshole and avoided you and made you think I hate you, especially because… I don’t. At all.”

Logan took a deep breath. “I love you. Romantically. And I’m finished with telling myself I can’t be.”

Remus dug his head into Logan’s chest, a grin spreading on his face. He started laughing, almost, or perhaps he was just crying. “I love you too.”

Logan smiled, stroking Remus’s hair as he placed a kiss to his head. Remus leaned back, his addictive touch gone from all but Logan’s hands. He was led properly inside Remus’s room, and the door was shut so Remus could lean up to kiss him.

It was surprising at first, but as he relaxed into it, pressing back. He wrapped his arms around Remus’s waist, pulling him closer, holding him tighter. The beating of his heart couldn’t be ignored if he tried.

Finally, and reluctantly, they broke. Remus put his head in Logan’s chest again, a content smile on his face. Logan loosened his grip, relaxing into the hug.

“We’ll have to try that again sometime,” Logan mumbled into Remus’s hair.

Remus placed a small kiss between Logan’s shoulder and neck, the closest spot he could reach.

“Well… is there any problem with doing it again now?”

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Duality - Chpt.4

Summary: There’s a handful of things you hate, like the men who continue to pester you at the Saloon after you’ve told them no, or the way strangers look at you when you decide to wear pants. But the one thing you hate that most is Micah Bell. But if you hate him so much, then why are you allowing him to wrap his hand around your neck as he grinds his crotch down against yours? Is he using you? or are you using him?

Pairing: Micah Bell x f!Reader

Word Count: lots idk its multi-chapter

Rating: NSFW

[First chapter] [next chapter not posted yet]

It's funny how Micah somehow guessed the perfect size for your new lingerie. Maybe he's held you one too many times, making a mental note of how each part of your body feels in his hands. You can picture that vividly, Micah explaining to the tailor that your breast size is "this big," as he holds his hands out in a cupping motion. You pray he hasn't actually done that, but this is Micah Bell, after all. You pull on the laces of your new corset, fastening yourself up, and then shrug a pretty yet simple dress on. Today seems pleasant, well, it looked pleasant when you peered through your tent flaps this morning, groggy and half-asleep. There's nothing wrong with being a little vain, and you enjoy putting extra effort into your appearance today, fitting in your new lingerie like a glove, and dolling yourself up to... do chores... At least you're doing your chores in style!

The effort in your appearance hasn't gone unnoticed, as many camp members throw compliments your way, along with curious pairs of eyes that trail over your figure for a few moments too long, not that you mind. The camp women are particularly kind, not that they aren't to begin with, fussing and gushing over how pretty you look. Maybe this is what you needed? a day to doll yourself up and soak up all the compliments you receive? and maybe you'll do it more often, seeing as you're feeling rather wonderful today. But all good things must come to an end... you find yourself at Pearson's wagon, chopping vegetables for tonight's supper, sliding another batch off your chopping board straight into the stew pot. It's a boring job, but it beats scrubbing laundry for hours on end, constantly feeling defeated as everybody's clothes are so stained that it's impossible to get them clean. As always, you're minding your own business, your head dipped down, focusing on the task at hand. Of course, you don't notice your partner approaching, but your ears perk up as he lets out a long whistle. "My, oh my," Micah comments. "I didn't realize it was my birthday, but I appreciate you dressin' up for such a special occasion," Micah flirts as he trails over, leaning his weight against the table. He's eyeing you up and down like a piece of meat, and you notice the way he licks his lips. "Mister Bell," you monotonously greet him, "bold of you to assume I dress for anybody but myself," you jab back. Micah lets out a long and irritating laugh, drawn out for longer than necessary. He peers over his shoulder, checking to see if anybody is nearby, before scooting a little closer to speak directly to you. "Guess you are dressin' for me when you're wearin' the lingerie I brought you," he grins. You double-check your surroundings, and once you're happy with how empty the coast is, you lean across the table, speaking under your breath. "It's a replacement, considering you ruined my last set," you remind him, shaking your head as you speak. Yet again, Micah chuckles. "And I'll ruin this set too," he smirks, and you unfortunately know that's a promise. "And then you'll have to buy another replacement," you tut. "That's fine by me. I ain't short on cash, sweetheart. I'll buy and ruin as many as I like." "I ain't your sweetheart, I told you that last night," you grumble under your breath. You straighten your back, and speak slightly above your normal tone of voice, "now if you'll excuse me, Mister Bell, I'm quite busy here," you brush him off, returning to chopping vegetables. "Oh, I do apologise for taking up your precious time, darlin'," Micah sarcastically replies, raising his hands innocently as he moves his weight off the table. "I'll leave you to it," he says with a soft laugh, then turns heel and wanders back through camp, probably debating which victim to pester next. Your brows furrow as you watch him leave, grumbling to yourself. He knows damn well that neither of you are meant to bring your business into camp, and he especially knows that you're not meant to openly talk about it. Somebody could be lurking nearby, somebody could be on the other side of the wagon, accidentally stumbling upon this juicy piece of information. The camp loves gossip, and something like that would spread like a wildfire. You hate how vividly you can picture it, the faces of everybody scowling your way as they find out that you're sleeping with a pest that you claim to hate. You've had one too many fights with Micah, both inside and outside of camp; imagine how hypocritical people would find you if they suddenly found out that you enjoy his company when nobody else is around. Honestly, what else did you expect? Micah rarely ever keeps his word, and you're surprised that he did when he said he'd buy you replacement lingerie. Oh well, that conversation is done now, and you'll have to keep on your toes around camp, just in case Micah decides to try and pull something stupid on you.

By the time evening rolls around, your body is exhausted. You've fastened your corset a little too tight this morning, although at the time it felt comfortable. After slipping into something loose and cosy, you start your final chore for today - guard duty. Lenny makes a passing comment about how tonight is quiet and boring, as always, and wishes you luck as he hands you the rifle.

Lenny was right, this is boring. You're currently leaning against a tree on the outskirts of camp, the rifle gripped loosely in your hands; you can feel yourself nodding off, your head dipping and your eyes falling shut. Unlike others, you try to take your jobs seriously, so you push your weight off the tree, doing another lap of the camp in an attempt to wake yourself up.

As you pass by a lantern, you take out your pocket watch, checking how long you have left before you can finally crawl into bed. It's 2am, one hour to go. You make your way down one of the paths leading into camp, eventually dipping off into the trees once you meet the entrance; you never normally trail this far from camp, but why not shake things up a bit?

"Fancy meetin' you out here," Micah comments out of nowhere, making you jump out of your skin, almost dropping your rifle.

"Shit, Micah!" you snap at him, "why you gotta scare me like that?"

"Ain't you on guard duty? you ain't doin' a very good job," he snickers, leaning his weight against a nearby tree, his hands resting on the waistband of his pants. Usually, Micah would rest his hands on his gun belt, but he's stripped of most clothing tonight, wandering around in his simple pants, shirt, and hat.

"I must be more tired than I thought, I'm surprised I didn't notice a buffoon approaching me," you jab back, rolling your eyes at his comment. No doubt, Micah has been stalking you for some time, waiting for the right moment to give you a sudden wakeup call.

"Oh, doll, you poor thing. You want me to go and warm your bed up for you?" Micah taunts, making you grip your rifle tighter. He lets out a chuckle, noticing how angry you look, even through the darkness of the trees.

"What is it with you?" you snap. "Did you really come out here just to pester me?!"

"Mhm," Micah agrees with a nod. He shifts his weight off the tree, taking a few steps over to you, bridging the gap. Before you can swat him away, his hand is pulling at your neckline, peering down your blouse. "Why ain't you wearing the lingerie that I brought you?" he asks, pouting dramatically.

"Off," you command, slapping his hand away. Micah begins to laugh, and without thinking, you slap him across the face, cutting his laughter short.

"Oooh," Micah sighs, giving his cheek a rub. "Not very friendly tonight, are we?"

"I ain't very friendly to anybody who puts their dirty paws on me," you grunt, and turn heel, attempting to walk away. Micah reaches out to take a hold of your wrist, his grip tightening when you try to shake him off. "Doll, I only came out here to let off some steam with you."

"You really think I'm gonna fuck you after that?"

"Yep."

You let out a long, defeated sigh. There are two options presented to you: you can either turn down Micah and let the next hour slowly trail by, bored with nothing to do, or you can enjoy his unwelcomed company, tiring yourself out before bed.

"Alright, but let's make this quick," you agree, pulling your wrist free from Micah's grasp.

There's an awkward pause, both of you staring at each other, as if you've both suddenly forgotten how to initiate sex. Micah then waves his hands about, and orders you to bend over against a nearby tree. "We ain't supposed to do this in camp, that was part of the agreement," you comment.

"This ain't in camp, it's in a forest, sweetheart," Micah corrects you. Well, he's not exactly wrong...

You roll your eyes and let out a huff, but prop your rifle up against a tree. Your skirts are bunched up to your hips, reaching beneath them to pull your undergarments down, letting them settle around your thighs; you then turn to question why Micah is stood there awkwardly.

"I was just enjoying the show," Micah replies with a shrug. He begins unfastening his pants as he approaches, palming at his cock with one hand, whilst the other dips between your legs to slide a finger over your slit.

Micah slides his fingers over you a few times, before slipping a digit in, slowly working his finger in and out. His head dips down to catch your lips, lightly kissing you, enjoying the soft whimpers you make against his lips. He doesn't bother sliding another finger in, and moves his hand away to nudge you against the tree.

Your hands rest on the trunk, and you peer over your shoulder to watch as Micah holds your skirt up around your hips, his other hand slicking his cock against your folds. He's clearly in a rush as he doesn't bother teasing you for long, instead, slipping his cock in and slowly sheathing himself inside you.

Micah mutters something under his breath as he grips onto your hips, and pulls you back onto his cock, pushing himself as deep as he can go. He holds himself there as he lets out a long, deep groan, followed by starting his thrusts, jumping straight into a quick pace. You feel something tap against your foot, peering down to see Micah tapping at you; you know what he wants, so you spread your legs wider, arching your back, gripping onto the tree trunk for support.

This needs to be quick. You dip your hand down between your legs, rubbing at your clit, building your orgasm with Micah's help. He's quieter than usual, the sound of skin against skin filling the air, and hopefully not echoing all the way back to camp.

A hand weaves its way around your waist, and Micah pulls you upright, your back pressed to his chest. He speaks in a deep, husk voice, almost growling into your ear. "I am a little disappointed that you ain't wearing my fancy lingerie, means I'll have to wait to cut it off you," he comments, still attempting to thrust into you, despite the awkward position.

"You ain't even got your knife on you," you say with a laugh. Your laughter is cut short as Micah moves his hand to your neck, gripping oh-so-perfectly, just how you like it.

"I'd use my bare hands, but I can be patient, I'll wait," he says with a soft shrug.

Micah manages to make do, bucking up into you, your hand still rubbing your clit. His thumb removes itself from your neck, only to be replaced with his lips, sucking and kissing your skin so hard that you know it's going to leave marks. You mutter his name, and Micah pleasantly hums as a reply. "Come on, sweetheart," he urges, picking up the pace, and chuckling at his pun.

Your back may be hurting, but you roll your head against Micah's shoulder, moaning away. Only your moans are cut short as you suddenly orgasm, tightening around Micah's length. He quickly removes himself from you, almost shoving you out of the way as he pulls out, spilling himself over the forest floor. "Hell," Micah mutters under his breath, finishing up, and then tucking himself away.

"Pretty," Micah comments as he lightly slaps your ass, just as you're pulling your undergarments back up.

"I know," you smugly reply, and Micah giggles at your comment. He reaches in his back pocket, fishing out a packet of cigarettes, and offers you one. Rather than using one of his matches, you light yours on the end of Micah's, blowing smoke in his face on your first exhale.

"Petty," Micah grumbles, "c'mon, I'm sure your shift has finished by now."

"You can walk ahead, Micah. I ain't risking being seen wandering into camp with you."

"Alright, suit yourself," he shrugs, turning heel and heading back to camp.

You watch him go, wandering off into the darkness, disappearing into the trees, the light from his cigarette eventually fading black. It's too dark out here to check your pocket watch, but after a handful of minutes, you finish off your smoke, and assume it's time to wake the next person up for guard duty.

The walk back to camp is quiet, as always, and for some reason, you're looking out for Micah as you enter camp. He's nowhere to be seen, probably wandered off down the shoreline, and you can't help but scold yourself for being so curious as to his whereabouts.

You shake your head, trailing over to your tent after passing the rifle over to the next camp member on watch, and soon fall asleep, despite the stinging sensation on your neck.

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