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rozcdust · 2 years

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She’s so mean

Pairing: Kokonoi Hajime x f!reader

Genre: Crack, SMAU, a lil bit of fluff

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: Canon divergent, profanity, ooc, slight age gap (both charaters are adults), the reader is tired and a bitch

pt. 1 | previous | pt. 18 | next

You were 0.004 miliseconds away from dropkicking Chifuyu across the living room.

He was hopping around you, adjusting your collar and cuffs, just being done telling you off for wearing a leather jacket in the middle of December, reminding you a bit too much of your mother.

“You look beautiful, you’re amazing, I’m so happy for you, God, they grow up so fast, my child is going on a fucking date.”

You raised an eyebrow as he brushed away a stray hair that was on your shoulder.

“I’m literally a grown woman.”

“You’re a child.”

“I’m 22.”

“A baby.”

“I have a job.”

“An infant.”

Maybe smacking him would be worth it.

Kazutora was just as bad, if not worse, but in the opposite direction.

“Do you have something to change into when you go into work?”

“Yes, left it with Ayumi.”

“Did you pack your wallet?”

“Yes, and I have cash.”

“Your phone is fully charged?”

“97%”

“Hand it over until he arrives, 3% is a lot… Here, you almost forgot your lighter-“

Your brother was sprawled over the couch, Pochi purring on his stomach, and he was clearly amused as he watched his boyfriends fuss over his little sister, your scowling face in contrast to their excited ones only making his grin wider.

He was happy for you too, you refused to even try to date after your last relationship, and he understood why, but he wanted you to at least give it another shot.

He also knew you wouldn’t even hesitate to actually hit him if he even tried to act like Fuyu and Tora, so he stayed hands off.

“If he seems like a creep, if vibes are off, call us immediat-” Kazutora started, Chifuyu cutting him off mid sentence.

“We’ll come to get you, don’t even hesitate-“

“Pull his teeth out while you wait on us.” Baji added from the couch.

“Thought you told me to not be a bitch.”

“Incorrect, you’re always a bitch, I told you to not rip out his heart. I didn’t say anything about his teeth.”

“How the fuck did you bag not one, but two boyfriends with that worldview?”

“I’m hot~” He cackled as you fake gagged, flipping him off.

You grabbed your phone off the counter Tora set it on to check a notification.

“He’s here.”

Chifuyu and Tora latched onto you like leeches, Keisuke getting off the couch, much to Pochi’s displeasure, to ruffle your hair and kiss the top of your head.

You wrestled out of their grip to grab your purse.

“Have fun!”

“Be smart!”

“Use condoms!”

“Fuck you Baji.”

“Oh, we using surnames now? Fuck you too Baji!”

You smirked, flipping him off as you slammed the door behind you.

“Do you think she’ll be fine?” Chifuyu asked, setting Pochi on his lap as he sat down.

Kazutora gently pecked his cheek.

“She’ll be okay. She’s grown a lot since Zankoku.”

“I’m still worried.”

Baji sat behind Chifuyu, pulling him closer as his fingers intertwined with Kazutora’s.

“She knows how to take care of herself Fuyu,” he placed a small kiss on Chifuyu’s neck, “She’ll never get like she was two years ago ever again.”

Kokonoi stood in front of the passenger seat doors as waited for you to come down, desperately trying to seem like the nerves weren’t eating him alive.

When you exited the apartment building, walking up to the car as you politely nodded as you slipped in, letting him close the door.

He took several deep breaths as he got to his side, pulling his seatbelt on before starting the car.

“Where to, pretty boy?” He saw you lean on the car door, looking out the window.

“There’s this sushi bar not too far from here, and it has good vibes, that okay with you? We can go somewhere else if you’d prefer, I probably should ha-“

He was interrupted by a scoff followed by a laugh.

“Sushi bar is just fine, baby.”

His brain short circuited as he almost back reared the car in front of him, causing you to laugh some more.

You’ll be the death of him.

As you two sat down and marked down your orders on the menu, you leaned back in your chair, watching him rack his brain for conversation topics in amusement.

You could help him. You had a few questions you wanted an answer to, but watching him desperately trying to not be awkward was too fun to pass upon.

He took a sip of his drink, and your ears perked up as he cleared his throat.

“Are you working tonight?”

Kokonoi felt stupid for asking a question he already knew the answer to, but he had to start somewhere.

“Yep. My shift starts at 10.”

“I see. You seem to work a lot, I always see you running around somewhere.”

You shrugged, fingertip following the rim of your glass.

“Yep, gotta put myself through college so kinda have to. I used to work at the restaurant and the gas station, but since Mr. Haitani employed me, I only work there.”

“What are you studying?”

“Nursing.”

Kokonoi let out a whistle.

“You manage to study nursing while working this much? You’ll work yourself to death.”

You rolled your eyes, letting out an exasperated sigh.

“You sound like my brothers.”

Oh. That explained the three men he was earlier.

He was glad to know he was being accepted into the family.

“You have brothers?”

“Well, technically one, but his boyfriends are basically my brothers-in-law already.”

“Boyfriends?”

In that moment, he knew, he fucked up.

“You homophobic?” You crossed your arms, lips tightening in a line.

Kokonoi was sure that your glare could have killed him.

“No, no, God, no, I mean, Rin and Sanzu are my friends and they’re together, right? I was just confused by the plural-“

Kokonoi wasn’t sure if the smile you cracked was supposed to put him at ease or unnerve him.

“First of all,” You leaned towards him, a cheshire grin across your face, “Can’t believe you’re using ‘I have gay friends as an excuse’.”

Kokonoi settled his hand on his lap in an attempt to hide his shaky fingers.

“Second, Sanzu and Rindou are together?”

Kokonoi tilted his head, confused.

“Yes? They’ve been together for a while.”

“Huh. Didn’t notice.”

“They thirst over pretty people together, so that kinda makes it harder to notice. But yea, no, they’re absolutely disguising. The number of times I walked in on them crawling all over each other at work-“

“You work with them?”

Kokonoi almost choked on air.

He thought he was safe from replying when the food got brought out, but your raised eyebrow and expectant look told him otherwise.

“Uh, yea,” He nervously scratched his neck, “We’re coworkers.”

“I’ve been meaning to ask you that.”

Fear bloomed in Kokonoi’s body. He didn’t like the way your tone suddenly turned cold.

He scrambled through his brain, looking for a good enough excuse, cursing himself for not having prepared one beforehand.

“I work as a financial manager in a big shot organisation.” He managed to get out, and the fact it wasn’t too far from the truth made him feel a bit better about lying straight to your face.

You nodded, dipping a piece of sushi into soy sauce.

“Sounds nice.”

Kokonoi wordlessly nodded.

“Oh, y/n?”

“Mhm?”

“I wanted to ask, how old are you?”

“22. You?”

“Ah, 27.”

You shrugged.

“Cool, you’re the same age as my brother.”

“What’s your brother’s name? Tell me a bit about him.”

You shook your head, a teasing smile on your face.

“Nuh-uh pretty boy, you asked enough questions. Tell me about yourself now. Do you have any siblings?”

“Nope, I’m an only child.”

“Spoiled brat.” You huffed, making Kokonoi laugh.

You found you enjoyed the pleasant chatter with him a bit too much for comfort.

Kokonoi probably should have expected some arguing over the bill, but he didn’t expect you to hold it down with the same tenacity and gaze of a bristling cat.

Which is how the two of you found yourself here, you holding the bill out of his reach, not even letting him see it, as he held your purse so you wouldn’t be able to get your wallet.

“Come on, let me pay-“

“Fuck you.”

“I asked out, I should pay, come on-“

“No. Give me my purse back.”

“Absolutely fucking not.”

The staring contest was killing him.

“Let me pay, and you can pay on the next that?”

Your eyes coldly scanned him head to toe.

“What makes you think there will be a second date, pretty boy?”

He wasn’t sure what was it about your attitude, but your harsh words combined with the pet name made his heart flutter.

“Okay, let’s rock paper scissors it?”

You stared at his outreached hand suspiciously, your gaze returning to his eyes as you held your first out as well, counting to three.

You wanted to flip the fucking table when you lost, staring at your hand which held scissors as if it personally betrayed you.

“Next date,” You hissed as you handed him the bill, his smug face causing you to experience homicidal tendencies, “I’m paying.”

He smirked as he laid down the money.

“Anything for you, baby.”

You still had an hour before your shift, so you dragged him to get something to drink, not even letting him in the shop with you in case he decided to be clever and pay again.

He smiled and thanked you as you handed him his drink.

The fact he only apparently knew how to smile like that one meme of a smug cat surrounded by knives kept ticking you off.

“Let’s have a walk. There is a nice spot right around the corner.”

His heart almost stopped when you intertwined the fingers of your free hand with his, pulling him along.

He was grateful for the darkness, street lights barely illuminating the back alley close to the park you pulled him into, he knew you would mock him for blushing.

He looked up to the sky, worried. It looked like it could rain any moment, and you had work later. He couldn’t imagine that bartending in a club soaked would be pleasant on any account.

He slammed into you as you suddenly stopped in front of the park, forcing him out of his thoughts as he spilled his coffee a little, almost falling down.

Luckily, you had fast reflexes, grabbing him by the waist before he could fall over, and you just had to grin like an asshole at his flustered face.

“Careful~” You giggled, letting go of him as he regained his balance.

“Hold my orange juice.”

He obliged, watching with a raised eyebrow as you climbed the fence, sitting on top before grabbing both of your drinks, jumping off and landing on the other side with a soft thud.

“Whatcha waiting for?”

He looked the fence up and down.

It wasn’t too tall, but it had to be at least 8 feet, and he wasn’t really sure about this, slightly fearing whatever you were planning.

“Well? Scared, rich boy? Or are you just too old? Afraid you’ll break a hip?”

With a huff, he climbed up, jumping down next to you.

Grinning, you handed him his coffee back, making your way to your destination as he trailed behind you until you came to a clearing.

“Here we are.” You grinned, pulling out a cigarette as you sat down on the gravel, far away from the lake.

Kokonoi stared in awe at the lake’s surface reflecting the night sky, clouds and pollution hiding the moon itself, but letting just enough of the moonlight shine.

“Want a drag? You’re shaking. Nicotine crisis hitting you?” You grinned at him as he sat down next to you.

He wanted to say that he’s shivering because it’s fucking cold and windy, that he’s shivering because his jacket isn’t that warm, that’s he’s shivering because you’re beautiful and he didn’t know what to do now.

So all he did is nod.

Your fingers brushed against his lips as you put the cigarette in his mouth.

“How’d you find this place?”

“Used to come here all the time when I needed somewhere to smoke and be in silence.”

Kokonoi nodded, passing you back the cigarette.

He blinked when he felt something wet hit his cheek, and looking at the lake surface, he cursed.

“It’s raining.”

You raised an eyebrow at him like he was an idiot.

“So?”

“You have work later, and my car is a kilometre away. You don’t wanna work shivering and miserable, come on.”

You rolled your eyes, pulling him back down next to you as it started raining harder.

“Come on pretty boy, it’s nice here. Still got half an hour, and I have spare clothes at work.”

He hesitated, but seeing your face, he realised it was not a request, but an invitation, so he obliged.

The two of you stayed in silence as you both got soaked to the bone.

“It’s freezing.”

“You’re being a pussy, Koko.”

“I’m not, I’m being objective.”

“Barely.”

He sighed as he laid down on the gravel, letting the rain wash over his face, almost defiantly ruining all the hard work he put into his makeup.

Makeup.

You wore makeup too… And you’re working later…

He bolted up, eyes wide as he stared at your confused face.

“Your makeup! It will smudge, do you have an extra makeup bag in the club? Maybe just even a wipe?”

He was confused when you started laughing.

“Is that what you worry about? My makeup?”

“I mean, it’s raining and you have actual shit to do-“

“You know what else is rain good for?”

He wasn’t sure he liked the smugness in your tone as your grin widened.

“Rain is excellent for cringe love scenes.” Brushing your thumb over his jaw, you grinned at his flustered face, gaze wandering between his lips and eyes.

You leaned down towards him until you were just a few centimeters away, looking up at him, asking for permission.

He closed the gap between you two, turning into putty under your touch.

You tasted like citrus and cigarettes.

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blackstar95 · 3 years

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The Brothers reaction when MC slaps their ass

Lucifer

As usual, Lucifer listened to some classical music and poured himself a glass of wine to relax a bit.

Once he was done, he brought the glass to his lips and took a sip, savoring the taste.

"Mhm," he hummed to the sound of the melody and blissfully closed his eyes, enjoying the quiet moment he was having.

Much to his dismay, you entered his office without making yourself noticable.

Now dont get me wrong, he loves enjoys your company.

But not when your main goal is to tease him.

An thats exactly what you were doing.

You grinned mischievously as you slowly crept up to him, his back turned to you.

Since he was in his own state of mind, he didn't noticed anything.

That was until you reached your hand out.

In that milisecond, Lucifer's senses were tingling and his eyes shot open, turning around as fast as lightning.

But it was too late.

He only watched as your right hand colided with his left buttcheek, giving it a good squeeze afterwards.

Lucifer jumped and just stared at you in shock, processing what just happend.

And you just stood there with an empty expression, your eyes starring at your palm.

"Wow, your butt is actuallly softer than I thought".

Lucifer furrowed his brows in anger and shook his head.

"MC".

"Yeah?" You asked, looking up at him innocently.

Lucifer had that closed eyed smile with an dark aura surrounding him.

"Now, what made you think this was an good idea, MC?".

You shrugged and slowly walked backwards, shivering nervously "I dont know.. I was just curious?"

"Curious?" He met up with your steps and tilted his head to the side, his smile never leaving

He became dangerously close, making you more nervous than you already are.

You felt your back hitting the wall and your eyes widened.

Oh lord...

Lucifer slammed his palm beside your head, caging you.

You flinched and looked to the ground, feeling suddenly so tiny under him.

Lucifer cupped your cheek and made you look back up at him, a sadistic smile on his lips.

"Such inappropriate behavior should be punished, MC"

I leave the rest up to your imagination.

Mammon

Mammon was walking beside you as always, being practically attached to your hip (nothing new).

You guys were at R.A.D on your way to the cafeteria, since it was break time.

The greedy demon beside you rambled about that new scheme to make money, and you once again had to talk him out of it.

"Ya! It aint a dumb idea!" He protested.

"It is Mammon. Just think about Lucifers reaction and the consequences," you shook your head "Want to hang from the ceiling that bad?".

Mammon only scuffed, turning his head to the side.

You glanced over to him and noticed a visible pout on his lips, making him look like a child.

"Hey, Mammon".

"Hm?" He looked over at you "What's up?".

You raised your hand and reached over for his bottom, smiling sweetly at him.

"Cheer up".

He was about to question you, but before he could even start his sentence, you cutted him off with a real loud smack on his ass.

Mammons stopped dead in his tracks and his eyes widened in shock "W-what?".

Once realisation kicked in, his face flushed in an intsant.

"O-oi, human! Whats the big deal slappin' my butt like that?!". He yelled at you, looking like a fricking tomato.

You couldnt help but let out a few chuckles, highly amused by his reaction.

"Ya! It aint funny!"

Thanks to his loud voice, the whole hallway now knew what just had happened.

Leviathan

Leviathan walked down the stairs to the dining room.

He was really excited because he finally got his hands on the new Ruri-chan merchandise that came out.

"Woaah! I cant believe I got that limited edition figurine!, its SO rare and the new outfit- its just soo angelic-"

Levi being caught in his own ramblings didnt noticed that you were walking beside him.

"And that new hairstyle! I cant believe Ruri-chan could get even more cuter than she already is-"

"Say Levi, to who'm are you talking to?"

"WAh!", Levi jumped slightly at the sound of your voice and almost tripped over his own foot.

"Wha- MC!? How long have you been here!?"

You smiled at him and grabbed his shoulder for support, preventing him from falling down the stairs.

"There there, calm down. I didnt heard much".

Levi let out an sigh of relief and turned to you.

"Yeah right, I mean who would want to listen to an yucky otaku like me?".

You facepalmed in your mind and sighed, he really needs more confidence.

Leviathan kept walking and pitying himself, mumbling random stuff.

He has such a negative mindset.

You walked up behind him not thinking much.

But then you stared at his head and then his back,

Eventually your eyes landed on his bottom.

You smirked to yourself as you just ran past him, giving his butt a hard and loud smack.

Levi yelped in surprise and stood still, overwhelmed with what just had happened.

His hand grabbed his right buttcheek and rubbed it, being too shocked to react.

You turned around and waved at him. "Damn Levi, you really got an nice butt there! Im soo jealous!"

You then disapperaed in the dining room.

Levis brain needed a whole minute to process what just had happened.

And then he became a stuttering mess.

"M-M-MC! W-what was that now?!, h-hey wait!" He hid his flushed face behind the back of his hand as he stumbled after you.

Ngl he was kinda happy you touched him.

Satan

Satan was on kitchen duty, cooking his curry.

He invited you to join and help, so you guys could spend some time together.

And theres no way you would ignore that chance.

So here you were beside him, giving him the ingredients he asks for and making some small talk.

"Did you know that Beel almost ate my hair in his sleep?" You sighed "Im lucky im not bald".

Satan glimpsed at you and raised his eyebrow, shaking his head, "His hunger really doesnt know its limits".

He looked up, "Well speaking of sleep, I had an unpleasant dream last night."

You handed him the spoon and nodded "What was it about?"

Satan sighed, "Beel ate too much and grew to be a giant. He then ate the House of Lamentation, leaving the rest of us homeless".

You laughed, "Why do I have a feeling that could actually happen?"

Satan frowned "He already eats plates, its only a matter of time until he starts eating the walls".

You chuckled, intending to jokingly slap his arm.

But since you werent focused on what you were doing, you didnt notice how your slap landed right on his butt.

Satan dropped the spoon he was holding and looked at you with wide eyes.

"What are you doing?"

You turned to him with an confused expression "Did I do something wrong?"

Satan cocked an eyebrow and leaned his head to the side "You just slapped my butt".

Now its your turn to look at him with wide eyes. "I did what now?".

Satan didnt knew if you were joking or not, and it was kinda ticking him off.

"My butt. You slapped it".

"No I only slapped your arm- ohh wait..." you chuckled.

"What is so funny?" He asked you with furrowed brows.

"Sorry Satan, I wasnt focusing on what I was doing and accidently slapped your butt instead of your arm," You shrugged "My bad".

Satan nodded and turned back to what he was doing "Next time be more careful, or I will return the gesture".

You smirked and leaned over to him "I wouldnt mind that".

He will remember that.

Asmodeus

Asmo was having a mid-life crisis.

He was on one of his diets, because his waist gained 1 millicentimeter.

You assured him that a little more weight always looks good and healthy but he wont listen.

So here you were infront of him, eating one of his favorite Cupcakes.

"MC darling, why do you have to torture me like that?"

He whined "Its not faair!"

You just shrugged "I have another cupcake left for you, but since you're on your little 'diet' I will give it to Beel."

He sighed and dropped his head on the table "Does my pain bring you pleasure?".

You frowned "I-"

Asmo gasps and sat back up straight. "Dont tell me your into that stuff?, Wow!"

He smiled and wiggled in his chair.

You sighed and shook you head "Asmodeus, stop".

He pouted "You're no fun..".

After some time you finally finished the cupcake and Asmodeus had reached his limit.

He watched as you stood up and walk towards to the kitchen.

"Wait, what are you doing?" He also stood up and followed you.

"I will bring the cupcake to Beel-"

"No, wait!" he grabbed your wrist and stared at you.

You looked back at him "What is it, Asmodeus?".

He glimpsed to the side "I dont want him to eat my cupcake.."

You clicked your tounge and pulled him towards you, making him stumble to the side

"What are you doi- AH!" He moaned yelped in surprise as you slapped his ass.

"Just eat that damn Cupcake. Its not like you will gain 10kg from it".

He blushed "Oooooh MC! That really made me excited! How harsh you pulled my wrist-"

You just let go of him and left the room.

"MC where are you going?, you cant just leave me here!"

Beelzebub

Beelzebub asked you to keep him company while working out.

And of course you said yes.

So now you sat there, on the bench with a towel in hand, enjoying the view infront of you.

Beelzebubs biceps flexed as he lifted weights, and his white tanktop was drenched in sweat, making it transparent.

His abs showed through the fabric and you blushed.

How can this man be so big and muscular?

You blinked when he stopped his workout and laid the weights back down.

He grabbed his bottle from the floor and drank from it, taking big gulps.

You decided to stand up and walked over to him.

"Hey, Beel"

Beel lowered the bottle from his mouth and smiled at you "Hey, MC!"

You smiled back, and held the towel in your hand out to him, "Here take this".

"Thanks" He nodded at you and grabbed it, wiping the sweat on his face away.

"So, how is the workout going so far?" You asked couriously.

"Im still warming up" he replied.

You blinked, Still at warming up, huh?.. impressive.

"But im starting to feel hungry..." Beel pouted.

You laughed "You can do it Beelzebub, I believe in you".

He blushed and smiled at you "Thanks, MC!"

So cute.

You nodded and patted his shoulder "Sure".

Beel proceeded to start his warm up again, starting with some sit-ups.

But you had other plans.

"Beel wait!" You ran up to him.

He stopped what he was doing and looked over at you "What is it, MC?"

Before he could fully turn his body to you, he felt a stinging sensitation on his butt.

He looked at you startled, now realising you slapped it.

"Wow Beel, your buttcheeks are pretty hard.. are they made of iron or something?" You hold your hand up to your face.

Beel blushed slightly, not knowing what to do or say.

You just shrugged and turned around, marching towards the bench you were sitting on.

But suddenly, you felt a light clap on your own butt.

You gasped, "What-, Beel?!" You looked behind you and saw him standing there, smiling.

"Your butt feels really soft and nice, MC". he chuckled, "Is that a human thing to do?"

"Beel no-"

Belphegor

Belphegor was taking a nap in the attic, skipping the student council meeting.

And since you were coming late to the meeting due to some complications, Lucifer ordered you to search for Belphie and bring him there along with you.

And thats how you ended up infront of the attic, clearly annoyed.

"Belphegor," you spoke as you opened the door "I know you're in here".

The youngest brother laid on the bed, snoring and cuddling into his cow pillow.

You walked over to him and shook him "Hey Belphegor! Wake up!"

He stirred in his sleep and furrowed his brows.

Eventually he opened one eye and glimpsed at you. "What is it?"

"Lucifer wants me to bring you to the council meeting" you explained.

"Too bad, I wont go" he closed his eyes again. "Why dont you join me?"

"No," you shook your head, "Please, stand up".

He groaned "No, I dont want to go".

Thats it

You grabbed Belphegor by his arms, and turned him on his stomach.

His eyes shot open "Dah! W-what, hey-"

You raised your hand and slapped his ass, the sound of it echoing through the room.

Belphegor jumped and sat up straight, looking at you in disbelief.

"What was that for?!" He blushed

"You should stand up," you crossed your arm over your chest "I asked you nicely but you wont listen".

"Alright..," He closed his eyes "I will go"

You nodded "good"

But before you could turn around, Belphegor grabbed your wrist and laid you over his lap, his hand resting on your butt.

You blushed when you realised what he was doing,

You tried to escape, but his grip on you was too tight.

"Heheh," he chuckled "Time for payback".

"B-belphegor-" you were interrupted by his hand squeezing your left cheek slightly, making you shiver.

Belphegor raised his hand and striked an direct slap on your butt.

He expected you to squeak cutely, but instead a loud moan left your lips.

You quickly sat up and covered your mouth, an massive blush on your face.

Belphegor stared at you with wide eyes,

But after a few seconds he smirked.

"Didnt knew you're into that stuff," he teased you "Im not complaining though".

You just hid your face in his shoulder, too embarassed to look up "Dont tell anyone about this..".

Belphegor chuckled and patted your head "I wont, that would ruin the fun".

He will still tease you about it tho, but just when you guys are alone.

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sylverstorms · 3 years

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Miranda x Abigail ----The Song of the Crow Ch. 10

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[Abigail]

Sunday morning.

It’s no surprise Abigail walks down empty streets. Every villager has already gathered in the church, before the bell has even tolled. It will be a while, she knows, until the shops open up so she can get the supplies she needs for her home.

Why am I even up so early? Abigail wonders, hugging her coat tighter around her frame. Miranda is rubbing off on me in all the worst ways...

Speaking of who.

The brunette halts just outside the church. It is a place she never visited in all the years of her stay, despite the pressure from the locals and the colorful whispers behind her back for this very reason. She never much cared for their opinion, nor saw a reason to be present for Miranda's sermons.

But.

Circumstances have changed. There is nothing better to do anyway, with the subzero temperature outside. Abigail thinks, why not.

The second her boots tap past the threshold to the building, onto the red carpet leading to the joined seats, she has to conceal a smirk at the wide-eyed looks on the villagers' faces. Like fishes out of water, they gape at her, while she cooly –and fashionably late— sits at the front row.

Soon, the door shuts and the sound of Miranda's heels breaks the reign of silence. Abigail takes great pleasure in the milisecond the priestess' eyes scan the crowd, only to snap to her and widen the slightest fraction, beneath her mask.

Her poker face, however, would give professionals a run for their money any day of the week, because she takes her place upon the elevated ground and addresses her devotees like nothing is out of the ordinary.

The whole village's eyes are on her, yet it is Abigail's gaze she holds through most of her speech.

“The Village as you know it will cease to exist. The winds will shift, very soon.” she speaks near the end, voice almost otherworldly in the echo of her environment. “But fear no change and no howling; those utterly faithful to me have a place in my vision.”

Abigail knows not what she means and perhaps she doesn't want to think on it, either. She is aware Miranda is displeased with some aspects of the town... as she is aware the woman has promised the Lycans homes within it for the dozens of years of their servitude.

How the people will be made to live with the very monsters they hide from every night, though... that is the billion-dollar question. Abigail cannot imagine a scenario that won't turn violent.

The sermon is concluded and the people bow to Miranda before taking their leave. The brunette stays behind, the last to stand and approach.

“Well?” Miranda raises an amused eyebrow, as if expecting her to bow, as well.

You wish. Abigail merely stares at her, until the woman steps down to her level, with the grace of a queen walking down the steps to her throne to greet a councilor.

Although they've done far too much for Abigail to be the least bit intimidated in her presence, she has to admit the folded wings and mask make her look colder, less human, not quite the woman she spends many of her nights with.

Whether this is her true face or the one she sees late in the evenings is up for debate.

“Did you come here just to mess with the village...” she trails off,

Says she who trolls them all daily as Eira... Abigail rolls her eyes.

“Or did you miss me that much?” Miranda smirks, that arrogant, teasing little curl of her lip that has noright looking so insanely hot.

“Definitely not the latter.” Abigail grimaces.

But then, long, clawed fingers reach up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear. She has to lock her body perfectly still not to shiver, an urge she blames entirely on the chill of the metal and not the gesture itself.

Miranda keeps her hand on her neck as if the door isn't open for anyone to glance inside and see them close like this, as if she doesn't care. Abigail doesn't understand why her parasite-crafted heart speeds up in her chest at the notion.

“You look cute when you're lying, little raven.” With that, Miranda pats her head, turns and makes her way outside.

Abigail absolutely doesn't like that stupid nickname. She doesn't.

She does not.

The meeting room is cold, the seats uncomfortable –even more so if one is to consider they are surrounded by Lycans entirely devoted to only one person— but perhaps that is the point.

Moreau is already seated by the time Abigail arrives, taking her place beside Donna. Alcina is the next to saunter within, sparing her a pompous glance. Heisenberg is late.

The brunette is sure they have all began to wonder why he hasn't showed yet, until...

The sound of rustling fabric, as though something is being dragged across the floor, makes Alcina and Abigail snap towards the entrance, first. The others' gazes follow.

Heisenberg is sporting an unpleasant expression –well, more than usual— while he drags an unconscious man behind him using his magnetic powers.

“A bit late to the party, but I brought a gift.” is his gruff greeting. Then, he throws the poor bastard forward, like a sack of potatoes that glides on the ground before being stopped by friction.

Abigail's eyes zero in on his uniform. She has seen that pattern before. Not standard B. S. A. A., but close. He is...

The same branch as Redfield.

Immediately, a bloodthirsty part of her kicks. The parasite tenses, coils, ready to maim and tear. Abigail wills her left hand glued to her side, her body still on her seat.

“Ah, the rat spying on us. You caught him. Good.” Miranda's voice bounces in the empty chamber, as unfeeling as the ice that surrounds the village.

In measured, regal steps, she moves to stand above the soldier, who then begins to regain his senses. It takes a while, but when his vision finally settles on Miranda's masked face, his entire body jumps as though he has been electrocuted.

His attempt to draw the knife tucked at his belt and slash at her is met with a bored, slow blink. The soldier's hand is stopped before it ever reaches the weapon, by dark, writhing vines that have broken through the ground to wrap around his limbs like iron shackles.

Abigail feels...connected to them somehow, in a way she does not wish to explain. She shivers at the thought this is about the same organism living inside her, acting as her arm and heart and eye, intertwined with her bones, her cells, until she cannot tell where she ends and it begins.

“I care not for you, only what you know.” Miranda states, staring down at him with her piercing eyes.

“As if I'm going to tell youanything, you witch!” he hisses. The vines around his frame grow so tight Abigail hears his bones creak.

“It will be much easier for you to answer my questions without struggle. Trust me; I will take what I need from you regardless.” the blonde replies in the same detached manner. Whatever route he picks, the easy or hard way, it's clear she doesn't care.

“What does Redfield know about us and our plans?” she asks.

That fucking name... Abigail's ebony fingers crack the arm of her seat with how tightly they press into it.

“I will die before I tell you anything about Chris!”

“You will die after.” The glacial way Miranda says it, even the Lycans at the rafters above shiver.

“Chris has killed bio-freaks like you before. That's all you need to worry about.” It is the wrong thing to say.

Bio-freaks.

Abigail's mind snaps to Albert, to the news of his death at the hands of Redfield. Deserved or not, he was her brother. Then, an image of Alex flashes before her eyes. Her vision turns red.

She doesn't know how or when, but she's advancing on the soldier, arm a jagged blade that grinds against the ground, like a wild beast salivating while it corners its victim.

“I will cut the answers out of you for defending my siblings' killers.”

Abigail isn't aware of what she's saying and she wouldn't recognize her own voice if she was. It is a dark, distorted thing now. One suited for a monster.

Miranda practically crashesagainst her front to keep her contained, a wing wrapped tight around the blade to neutralize it while her golden claws dig hard into the brunette's biceps.

Abigail's mind is set to assault, to the point her target is still all she sees. But there is something familiar, grounding, about the solid weight pressed to her front and the scent that surrounds her.

“Calm down.” Miranda whispers in her ear, as close as the mask allows her to be. Abigail doesn't think, right there, what conclusions the others will draw at their proximity.

“Mother Miranda, let me take care of this man-thing.” Alcina interjects.

“No.” Is the immediate reply. In a much sharper, louder tone, Miranda calls; “Donna.”

She doesn't have to say anything else.

The woman clad in the mourning veil tenses, then hesitantly rises. She walks up to the pinned soldier... and raises her hand above him, like a puppeteer moving invisible strings.

His eyes grow unfocused. Abigail forces herself to breathe as Miranda slowly lets her go, to turn to her adopted daughter.

The man starts speaking, though he remains vague in what he says. His body does not betray pain or shock, yet he is clearly in some sort of trance.

“He is... resisting a lot.” Donna whispers. It is perhaps the third time Abigail has ever heard her voice.

“Then leave no room for resistance.” Miranda speaks. She may as well have said 'crush him'.

Donna seems conflicted.

But crush him she does.

The soldier's mind is completely lost by the time he has revealed everything. It is more a mercy than a murder when Heisenberg puts him out of his misery with a single swing of his hammer.

They know too much, Abigail is sure she shares the thought with Miranda. The woman isn't moving, doesn't look angry or upset or any particular way. Still, the brunette has been with her long enough to recognize the tension in her jawline.

“Dismissed.” Miranda orders, almost as an afterthought. She is the first to leave, still very much in her own head.

Alcina scoffs at the remains of the soldier and follows suit. Heisenberg and Moreau, next. The Lycans move down the rafters like voltures smelling meat.

The only thing that keeps them back is Abigail's presence lingering there.

Donna is yet seated, looking down at her hands as if in shock, while Angie hugs her side.

“You shouldn't stay here.” Abigail tells her. “Come on, I'll walk you out.” She doesn’t trust the crazed beasts to behave themselves after she walks out the door.

The quiet woman's head rises, but she doesn't move. Abigail wonders if she's finally truly terrified of her, like Miranda wants them all to be. No hard feelings if that's the case. She just feels...

Well. It doesn't matter.

“Or... not.” Abigail deflates, turns around. It's probably better this way.

“Wait!” Angie's voice surprises her. The doll runs up to her feet, until Donna picks her up and falls into step with her.

There is no talking on the way, but somehow they come to the silent agreement Abigail will walk the woman to her mansion.

At some point, when the faint sound of the waterfall beside the Beneviento estate registers in the brunette's senses, Donna turns to her once more.

“What is it?” Abigail asks.

“Um. You know...” it is a few seconds later, in barely a whisper, that Donna continues “Mother must... care for you quite a bit.”

Miranda?

Abigail nearly laughs at the notion. Instead, she makes a sound between a strangled chuckle and an amused huff. She isn't sure exactly how to say Miranda doesn't care about anything other than her dead daughter. Everyone else is just a pawn to her chessboard, Abigail just happens to be the queen. Arguably the most valuable piece, yet disposable nonetheless.

Regularly having sex with her has nothing to do with feelings –she would delude herself to even dare think otherwise.

“I'd argue she cares as much for me as she does for the rest of you...” Which is to say, not very much, she thinks. “But what makes you say it?” Abigail asks.

“She is different with you.” Donna shyly admits. “How she talks to you. How she touches you.”

Abigail presses her lips together. Miranda is... infinitely more tolerable, behind closed doors. She has a wider range of expressions, she teases, she sometimes touches her without pain following right after. But. Outside of her stronghold? She's every bit the heartless, manipulative megalomaniac Abigail saw her as since she first arrived to the village.

So, she's not really sure what Donna sees between them, other than sheer physical familiarity. Abigail decides that's what she confuses as something more, something that can't be there because neither Miranda nor she really have a heart that's whole. And that's a prerequisite to care for another person.

“There's nothing there.” Abigail denies with a small shake of her head.

There is only a brief bit of silence before Angie breaks it.

“I was wondering; in the meeting room, when you stood, you said something about your siblings.” the doll speaks. “Donna and I have also lost family. We know what that is like. So, we were wondering...”

Abigail halts in her steps and glances down at Angie.

“If you want to see them again...” Donna trails off.

Every molecule in Abigail's body tenses up.

It's like she's being attacked from all sides at once, like she's being stabbed by rapiers at every vital organ. She never entertained the prospect, even when she learned of Donna's powers. It was too dangerous to think about. It still is.

Can't. Can't indulge in a lie.

But.

There are too many things left unsaid that she's dying to speak to her step-siblings, that she can never get quite right in her dreams where she fails to even approach them.

“I'm... not sure.” Abigail hesitates. Rethinks it. “Then again...”

Donna nods.

The Beneviento mansion slowly fades from view and so does her current company. Abigail is entirely alone with the waterfall and the flowers around, blooming over the thin sprinkle of snow. She is distantly aware of the fact there were graves here that aren't present anymore, that this is not quite real.

Steps echo from behind her.

Abigail cannot summon the strength to turn around.

“Come now. Won't you face me, sprout?” Alex's nickname from when they were kids breaks her apart.

Abigail slowly shifts to see her standing there, a charming angel in her pressed white suit and blonde hair styled in perfect waves. Albert is leaning against the nearest tree, a few ways off to the side.

“Long time no see.” he greets with a cool wave of his gloved hand.

“I... I...” Abigail's vision blurs with unshed tears. Everything she wants to say climbs up to her throat at once and chokes her.

“It's alright, Abigail. Let it out.” Alex encourages.

“Why did you do it...?” she asks in a broken voice.

A brief beat of silence passes.

Then, the volume harshly rising; “Whydid the two of you do it?!” she demands. “We hated Spencer! We hated him always! Why did you follow in his footsteps? Why did you develop the virus, Albert?! Why all the mysticism around your research, Alex?!”

Alex merely gives her a sad smile.

“Well.” Albert sighs. “This is tough.”

“I can't answer that for you, little sister.” Alex replies. “I can't answer what you don't know.”

“I don't even really know what became of you. You left me in this shit village to agonize over these things for years!” Abigail whispers.

“For what it's worth, you're what we aspired to be, Abigail.” Albert says. “The best of us. The perfect Wesker.”

“I'm sorry. I wish things were different.” Alex adds.

“I miss you. Please, I... can't do this anymore, Alex.” Abigail is on the verge of a total breakdown.

“Oh, sprout.” The blonde lifts a hand to her cheek that feels so warm and real it's cruel. It's cruel. “I wish I could turn back time and do things differently. I wish I could tell you what you need to hear.”

Abigail completely surrenders to her touch.

“But I can't.” Alex says. “Because this is... only in your head.”

When Abigail opens her eyes, the illusion has faded. Donna is there and so is the mansion and the doll-decorated graves.

“Thank you.” She speaks, ignoring the thin trail of tears she can feel burn a path down her cheeks.

Abigail doesn't linger on the grounds any longer. The faster she leaves and stops looking around hoping for more phantoms of her brother and sister, the better.

Abigail shuts herself at home that evening, in no mood to be with Miranda after the day she had. She's pretty sure the sentiment goes both ways, if the radio silence from the blonde is anything to go by.

Best for both of them to face this storm alone, Abigail reasons.

Seated in an armchair by the fireplace, she tries to keep her superhuman senses limited, so she doesn't tense at every Lycan padding their way through the village.

It's... uncomfortable.

She's gotten used to the silence of Miranda's stronghold, to her bedroom's soundproof walls and the warmth of another person close to her, even if they rarely touch after they've both taken their pleasure.

Must everything suck today?

Three knocks on the door come.

Abigail's head snaps in the direction of the noise. She doesn't think it likely that the Lycans suddenly developed manners, but she is cautious as she approaches the entrance.

I'm gutting those assholes if they're playing tricks with me—

Arm at the ready, Abigail hovers by the threshold...

“Just open it.” Miranda huffs impatiently from outside.

Abigail pulls the door open with wide eyes. “What in the world are you doing here?”

“Such a warm welcome, Abigail, I'm touched. Can I come in sometime tonight, or?” Miranda grimaces, shrouded in her feathers but without her mask and robes underneath. She's wearing casual clothes and her hair is down and Abigail hates to admit she’s weak for that.

“No—” The brunette begins but Miranda easily pushes her back and closes the door behind her.

Well, so much for asking.

Her wings are gone by the time Abigail is done rolling her eyes. “Couldn't you just send one of your crows or something?” So I could ignore it and piss you off?

“I was in the neighborhood.” Miranda replies so very calmly, as if that's not the most obvious lie ever told.

“Yeah... it's just that I'm... not really up for anything right now.” Abigail admits.

Miranda's impossibly blue eyes fall on her. Her stare grows a tad less piercing with the little step she takes her way, instead almost searching. Two fingers lift to her jaw, as if to eliminate all chances of a potential lie when she asks;

“What's wrong, Abigail?”

“...just been a long day.” the brunette answers, quiet. It's not untrue. She hopes against hope Miranda doesn't press further.

To her utter surprise... the prophetess takes a step back. Something subtle in her expression shifts, though it's hard to pinpoint what.

“Have you eaten?”

“Um...”

“Anything besides an oatmeal or eggs.”

But how does she even know? Abigail grimaces. She doesn't have a good answer to that. She also hasn't had anything to eat all day. No appetite, either.

“Don't judge me under my own roof.” Is all she can retort with.

“I gave you this roof when you first came here so technically it's mine.” Miranda smirks, then goes to look about her kitchen and fridge like she owns them.

Technically, fuck you. Abigail knows it's useless to protest, so she lets Miranda do whatever she wants. She will, anyway –there's no stopping that woman. It's funny the B. S. A. A ever thought they had a chance.

Abigail sits on the table and plays with her phone, thinking that Miranda may go away if ignored for a while. Her curiosity is piqued when she sees her doing something with a frying pan out of the corner of her eye, though... and when, several minutes later, a mouth-watering scent tickles her nose.

I'm still in an illusion and this is Donna's sense of humor, right? No way this is real. No—

Miranda slides a plate in front of her, filled with slices of chicken and mushrooms and tiny slices of tomato, that looks and smells like it came out of a freaking restaurant.

Way.

Abigail doesn't know if she gapes at the woman or the food or the way Miranda so easily pulls a chair to sit next to her.

“Well, it won't kill you. Try it.” she motions with her hand.

Abigail blames the blood that rushes to her face entirely on the dish. There is no logical explanation why it tastes that good and only took Miranda like fifteen minutes to make.

“This is so unbelievably good.” she doesn't want to feed into the blonde's already massive ego, but it really is.

“Why do you seem so surprised?” Miranda asks, as if the image of one's local cult-leader-slash-ruthless-scientist cooking is perfectly ordinary.

“Because this is totally normal.” Abigail still wonders if this is an illusion or not.

But to be perfectly honest... she did need the food. And the company is not entirely intolerable, when she's being like this. So, she's the one to open up a bottle of wine next and offer Miranda her glass, after she has put the dish away.

“I'll let you get your rest.” the blonde eventually says, standing to take her leave.

“Hey, wait.” Abigail rises after her, to stop her, without really knowing why. “You came here to tell me something. You never just show up.”

“Yes, but. It can wait until tomorrow.” Miranda says. “Are you better?”

And it's like she knows, like she's always known, when Abigail was alone and feeling like a foreigner with nobody there for her in this creepy village. When, despite being involved in warfare since her teens, being in this place, so far away from every notion of home and wondering how Alex died every single day, was the real torture.

And now, that the earth feels like it has split apart at the seams upon seeing her again...

Do not. Do not cry in front of her.

“...significantly.” Although not really. She feels worse than before. At least then she was frozen. Now...

Miranda brings a hand to her neck. She's close again, in a non-threatening, non-demanding way that Abigail cannotdeal with right now.

Stop it. She wants to shove her off, but her body remains still under Miranda's attention. Stop acting like this. Pulling or pushing like she usually does would be easier. Be a bitch like most of the time.

Please.

“Abigail—”

Long, pale fingers move to the back of the brunette’s head, guide it slowly into the crook of a slender neck. Abigail doesn’t resist, too busy fighting back the tears prickling the back of her eyes. Miranda is the last person she should feel like this with, but her hold is...secure.

“Do you want me to stay?” she asks by her ear.

Abigail forces herself to sound steady, albeit quiet, when she replies “Yeah.”

Her bed is not nearly comfortable or too big like Miranda's, but they settle into it easily enough. There is no physical contant between them other than the blonde’s hand combing through brown locks of hair, but for Abigail’s current state it seems just right.

She does wonder what Miranda came to tell her... but the ministrations coax her eyelids to droop.

She supposes it can wait until dawn.

#resident evil village #mother miranda x abigail #mother miranda x oc #resident evil 8 #fanfiction #lady dimitrescu #karl heisenberg #donna beneviento #and that one fishdude #in which Abigail is a sad bae and Miranda is not as indifferent to that as she may have thought #creative writing

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smilinlemon · 4 years

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Shinso Hitoshi Relationship Headcanons

A/N: self indulgent relationship headcanons with my favorite boy in the world, dont mind the lowkey shitty writing. this is more for myself honestly

Note: Shinso replaced Mineta in 1-A

Ship: Shinso Hitoshi x GN! reader

Warnings: none, just lots of fluff and a bit of cursing, mutual pining

you two would already be friends

he’s not the type of person to just jump into a relationship but when he saw you he thought you were interesting

maybe it was personality, your sarcasm, your will, witt, strength — you name it

he’s drawn to you but he certainly won’t let anyone know that

he’s always been a very reserved boy, not shy but he’s not one to speak openly about his feelings

when he catches feelings, at first he’s confused

what the fuck? am I having a heart attack? why is my heart beating so fast?

because he's confused as hell, he gets super distant

always avoiding you, speeding up in the hall at the end of the day to get away from you

and you are pissed

what the fuck has gotten into him?

so obviously you confront him later in the dorms

when he peeks open the door after you knock, you notice his tired

like way more tired than usual

so you do what any normal friend does,, shove your way into his room and close the door so he cant escape.

“why are you being so distant lately? did I do something wrong?”

he feels so bad, he didn't want to upset you especially since he was the one who upsetted you

“No! of course you didn't do anything, you're perfect...” shit, why’d he say that? now he's panicking

“what I mean is-- I didn't mean to-- fuck” now he's just frustrated because he can’t say what he wants to say (its the lack of being emotionally vulnerable for me)

“Shin, relax. take your time”

that unfortunately only makes him more frustrated because why are you so understanding?

“You're too good to me! you always support me, encourage me and cheer me on. You make sure I take care of myself and you're here now! I was a total asshole and you're still here!”

his face is red, not cause he's angry but because he's flustered but looking over at you, you're calm. how are you so calm

“I support you because I care about you and you mean a lot to me.” his heart stops for a milisecond and he realizes, you're not done

“ i like you shinsou, you're my best friend and I don't know where i’d be without you. You support me and encourage me and I'm simply returning favor because its what you deserve.”

he's screaming on the inside, hoping you couldn't hear how loud his heart was beating because he was about to ask something so stupid

“you like me?"

the look on your face. was he really this oblivious?

"Yeah Hitoshi, I like you. I'd even go as far to say love—" now it's your turn to silently curse yourself

if you shift away from him, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. he'll just grab your hand gently, pulling you close

his face is probably heated red and flustered. you like—love him and you just called him by his first name

he's going to try and keep his cool facade but internally he's struggling with himself and what he's about to do

he pulls you closer, pressing a soft albeit hesitant kiss to your lips and to his pleasant surprise, you kiss him back

"you have no idea how long I've wanted to do that... can I do it again?"

you two definitely ended up kissing for the rest of the night, just holding eachother— being close brought you both a sense of comfort

#bnha #bnha x reader #shinsou hitoshi #shinsou x reader #bnha headcannons #bnha headcanons #shinsou hitoshi headcanons #hitoshi shinso imagine #bnha writing #em wrote #🍋 ; written

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redrosesartcabin · 3 years

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Self indulgent series: Part 2.1

Life: Part 1

(Kenji x female reader, authors perspective) (the reader is a singer) (also: Some angst in here. I dunno why, but I just love writing some angst with fluff endings xD)

“So, let me get this straight”, the interviewer said, bewildered by the story the singer and songwriter Red Rose had brought up, “you met your now husband, Kenji Kon no less, on Jurassic World as one of the kids who got stranded for five months?”

“That’s correct”, she said. She had answered that very question a million times, but she couldn’t fault them for it: It was an unbelievable story (though she started to wonder how not everyone was aware by now that she was one of the teens back than).

“It was in December of 2015. I was thirteen years old and exited to be one of the first teens to visit Camp Cretaceous. I have to admit, I wasn’t and still am not, maybe even less than before, the biggest fan of dinosaurs. I’m not particularly interested in facts about them, but I definitely was interested in seeing some Dino action! So when I won first place at the talent show of my school-“

“Unsurprisingly”, the interviewer interluded at which the audience gave a collective chuckle.

“-I was still very excited about going to Jurassic World. My parents never wanted to go and in retrospect I can understand why. But you know: I was a naïve thirteen-year-old and didn’t think much about the consequences of the past. What happened at Jurassic Park you know? I was convinced Jurassic World was different and all worked out. Boy was I wrong! We all know it now! But at least I can say that I got, besides trauma, lifelong friends and my amazing husband out of it”

“That definitely can’t be disputed”, the interviewer agreed. Red Rose found him quite pleasant. Although he was a chatterbox, he was still very respectful and didn’t poke too much into the Jurassic World story: Although she was, for the most part, over the trauma, it was still a work in progress and it’s not a time she always remembers fondly. On most days she remembers the good moments she had with her newfound friends there, but sometimes she could feel the adrenaline rush through her as she thought of dinosaurs trying to eat her and her fellow campers. She saw flashes of sharp teeth and could feel hot, stinking breath and hear growls drawing shivers down her spine. Red Rose liked to focus on the human part of the experience, so she preferred being able to tell the tale of Jurassic World the way she wanted without being asked too much…

“So, Kon helped you reach fame if I remember correctly?”, he asked.

“Definitely! Though, I mean: I was able to do most of what I’m doing. Teaching myself how to use certain programs. I taught myself how to sing and I’ve always written my own stuff…But I certainly wasn’t good at marketing myself or making myself grow.

Kenji and I became boyfriend and girlfriend when I was sixteen and he was eighteen. That same year we went on vacations for three weeks in the Caribbean’s. And “, she let out a laugh. The camera closed up on her and caught a smile and a glance that looked so touched by love anyone could feel how much she adored her spouse, “I remember how we went on the private part of the beach Kenjis father had purchased. I sat down on a hammock and a guitar and just started improvising and singing. Little did I know my boyfriend -gosh that sounds weird to say now- was filming me. He put it up on Instagram, and he already had quite a following back then, so it gained quite some attention. Though not necessarily because it was a nice scenery or any of that: But because people genuinely liked how I sing and the melody I had come up with. And well… it got wild from there. People soon requested I make my own Instagram page for making music.

A year later I was asked if I would like to produce some music and well… then my career started”

“That’s honestly such a cool and sweet story. Though how about an even sweeter reunion? Please welcome: Kenji Kon”

Red Rose got up from her seat with a wild jump, not as the eccentric, elegant yet kind of crazy minded artist, but as y/n Kon. As the wife who hadn’t seen her husband in person for a month because of the production of yet another movie starring him as the protagonist.

The crowd clapped in awe of him, as fans. She wanted to clap because her heart was clapping too. Her heart was dancing a tango inside of chest as though she was seeing her middle school crush in the hallway. His dark eyes, ridden with depth met her y/e.c. ones and all they could read in each other’s eyes was happiness and love.

This happened within miliseconds, but it passed by in slow motion for her, so she perceived herself running towards him with calm. For the rest of the world however she was perceived as looking like a golden retriever who had missed his owner whilst they were at work and were ready to play.

It was adorable. It was downright touching how the couple met each other halfway and gave each other a long, passionate yet gentle kiss (so that it wouldn’t be too inappropriate for life TV).

“Not to be giddy, but you really are a couple to die for”, the interviewer said. The audience half chuckled half yelled in agreement. She felt her cheeks blush in a deep dark shade of red and heard her husband chuckle in embarrassment. She looked down to her and whispered “Hello love”

Kenji had, unsurprisingly, had found joy in being actor. Being dramatic and showing his face on camera all the time? Perfect!

And he honest to god was a great actor. Though it did get annoying from time to time that he was casted as either the pretty faced villain or the charming, perfect love interest. Sometimes he was even both.

Y/n didn’t like to admit it, but she was quite jealous at the beginning when she saw him kiss other men and women on screen. It took a big fight for her to admit that.

She wasn’t proud of that fight at all. She had been, without wanting to, been very critical of her then fiancé (it was about six months before they got married). She would call him several times a day when he was on set of a particularly spicy rom com and observe his socials every couple of minutes. Y/n remembers her friends teasing her about it in the beginning and then eventually scold her. “Don’t you trust him?”, they had asked and she had answered, “I do….”, and they knew she was telling the truth, yet there was more behind it.

Kenji soon caught up and noticed her strange clinginess.

“What is up with you, Y/N? You know I have work to do! You can’t call me that often on set!”, he had yelled when the topic came up. He had been visiting for the weekend before he would go back on set.

“Why not? Can a girl not talk to her fiancé?”, she had asked with a sharp undertone

“Of course, you can darling. But twenty times a day is simply too much!”, he argued, yet he tried keeping his tone softer.

“I don’t call that often”, she pouted

“Oh YES you do!”, he put his phone out and showed her the times she had called just the other day. She counted about thirty, “I was nice with that number!”

“And? So what? You can just put your phone on silent”

“Yes, of course I can. This isn’t about solving the notification issue it’s about solving your trust issues towards me. Why don’t you trust me?”, as he asked the question his anger had subsided and genuine hurt showed in his eyes in his voice, “you monitor me like I’m an inmate”

“I…”, she was only able to say, her throat suddenly seemed dry, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to… I…”, she couldn’t find the right words to explain it. It hurt too much to admit. She thought she had been over that thought pattern a long time ago, but it had returned to her.

“What? What have I done to deserve this?”, he asked, “Why are you even with me, if who I am disturbs you so much?”

And that… that sentence had hurt her more than that ugly thing inside of her she hadn’t wanted to face.

“You fool!”, she screamed in fury as the sentence he had uttered stung, her eyes filling with endless tears, “How could you ever think you disturb me? You are the most beautiful, wonderful human being I know, inside and out. And on top of that you are incredibly kindhearted. And that’s why I’m like this… I don’t want to lose you. And it’s not that I don’t trust you: I highly doubt you’d ever cheat on anyone. You are too kind for that. But I fear… I feared when you are together with all these good-looking actors you might not find me enough anymore. I know it’s stupid, but you see: The past haunted me again. When I was called fat. When I was called not-good-enough. When I read social media comments saying you’re out of my league and I don’t deserve you. Ugly words that ate me up inside when I was a child and young teen. I thought I was past that but I…I…”, now the tears were too many and her words died with hiccups. She felt his form surround her in a hug that felt so warm and yet sharp as knifes. She loved his touch but felt guilty for not opening up about this sooner. She had never wanted to be like this, but alas she had been too much of a coward to burden him or herself with this.

“Love”, he whispered after comforting her for a couple of minutes, “Look at me”

She lifted her head. Her eyes were red and puffy, her lips were dark pink, and tears had run streaks across her cheeks. It broke Kenji to have hurt her so deeply, yet he also knew that it wasn’t his fault. It was however his responsibility, to clear this up once and for all.

“Love listen”, he started, “I completely understand your jealousy. But we’ve been together for almost ten years and in all that time, I’ve never encountered a woman more incredible, deeply fascinating and intrinsically beautiful as you. No acted kiss could bring me away from you, no sexy actor could keep my mind from ever wishing for more than to be by your side. I’ve been by your side for almost six years: What should change now?

The monster from your past is, as already stated: Past. Their words were untrue. These people were in pain themselves when they caused you pain. You were a target to unleash the inner turmoil of others. It’s no excuse but it is the explanation. Those who feel they must hurt others are those who seek the most attention and power because they’d be devoid of having a self. I should know: I used to be similar to that. And I had my phase of jealousy as well, you know?”

“Really?”, y/n managed to ask

“Oh yes! I was in rage every time I heard you talk about any of your guy friends back in high school. Difference is I could hide it better because we were apart a lot of the time. I feared you would find someone who had more of a personality than me. I was no longer sure looks would cut it”

“Gosh love”, she answered, her voice love drunken, “you burst of personality. You aren’t just a pretty boy or well… pretty man. You have so much spirit and energy to give to the world. You are the definition of happiness and sunshine. And on top of that you are an incredibly talented man with so much to show. You wield the human mind and emotions so well you can convert yourself to be something other than yourself convincingly-”

“See?”, he asked, “and just like you love me like that and see all that good I sometimes don’t recognize, I see it in you… I always love you”

“I love you too. I’m sorry”

“Don’t be sorry. I’m so happy we had this talk. It was much needed”

“Yeah”, she hummed as her lips almost touched his and within seconds the couple found themselves passionately kissing

Ever since then they hadn’t had any of these kinds of self-worth problems. They’d say I love you on a daily basis and gave each other compliments whenever they could.

One thing the fans found especially cute was that, without fail, Red Rose would comment on each of Kenji’s selfies and comment “hey gorgeous, you single?” and he’d answer every single time, “Sure Sugar. Meet me at seven on your favorite street-corner”

One time they took a picture of each other on a nice-looking street corner. Kenji had called the picture “finally found the street corner. Been waiting to meet this lady for a while, apparently her name is ‘your wife’, which is peculiar but otherwise she seems nice”.

The picture even went viral and became one of the all-time favorite celebrity pictures of 2026.

After the talk-show they flew back in his helicopter.

They were in New York city and y/n looked at the city landscape with a fascinated gaze as she observed the flickering lights of the big apple.

Kenji looked at her with eyes shining almost as bright. He loved her love for everything new she sees. He had noticed that the first time she had seen the watering hole. He wasn’t really interested in her that way yet. He was fifteen and she thirteen, that makes quite a difference at this age. But still he couldn’t but smile as she looked at the dinosaurs with big eyes. And he loved that she hadn’t lost that spark, even as she got older, even as they came together and grew and changed together.

Y/n noticed his gaze and shifted hers to look at him.

‘What a beautiful man. I’ve missed him so’ she thought to herself.

“I missed you”, he said as though he had read her mind just now. Maybe he had. They had been together for so long they were often able to read each other’s subtle shifts in expression. Quite a beautiful thing.

“I missed you too”, she simply answered, “did you plan this talk show surprise?”

“Yes and no”, he admitted, “I was meeting up with Donavan O’Connor, the director of the ‘Elaine, the one?’ series. When calling Donavan, he told me had been to talking to Ray (the interviewer) and he was casually pointing out the funny coincidence you were meeting up for and mention the funny coincidence, that you’d have an interview with him that same day I come to the city and well… needless to say I called Ray and arranged things... I just had to. Couldn’t miss the opportunity to surprise my beautiful wife”

She smiled at that. A shy and flattered smile that reminded Kenji of when they were teens.

They landed on the roof of a nice-looking hotel. They had decided to stay the night here in New York before travelling back to Ireland… yes: Yes Ireland.

Most celebrities lived in L.A., but Kenji and y/n had preferred living a bit apart in an old mansion near the coast of south Ireland, close to the northern border. Although Kenji was a people person, he didn’t like the dishonesty and lying in the industry and wanted to get away from that with his wife who thought the same.

Besides: It was a beautiful country.

As they entered the room, they felt peace and happiness as well as a certain kind of tension arise.

Needless to say, there was another kind of reuinion going on that night...

(Sorry about that short ending, I had to heavily edit that ‘cause it originally was a... well... non Pg scene xD)

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ranmanjuu · 4 years

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Hello! Sorry about the slowness of your blog, so here’s a request! How MC that can do Magic Tricks? Not Harry Houdini, but card tricks and making a coin“disappear”. Can you please do this with the Oda forces? Thank you!

ok so like,, idk what’s considered “harry houdini” magic and what’s not (from what i understand it’s illusion/escape magic [although that’d be a cool hc] so wow my ‘cut assistant in half’ idea is out the window..,,.,,. and i’m not sure if some of these are considered illusion magic or not). and also i don’t know enough about magic tricks at all and i just picked some mainstream ones and like,,,... one (1) trick that my brother could do. also i don’t have too much knowledge of how some of them work,, but here ya go:

—nobunaga:

the moment nobunaga told you to bring proof of you being from the future, of course your first thought was to get your purse. tipping the bottom up, all of its content spilled on the floor.

and while the lord was observing your phone, your own eyes landed on the card deck you brought from your last magic show. with a small grin, you picked it up, “hey nobunaga, instead of that go game let me show you something.”

he turned to you with an expectant gaze, “as long as it’s as entertaining, lucky charm.”

your grin widened, and the cards were shuffled expertly in your hands. pushing the rest of the items aside, you spread them out in front of nobunaga in a row, “pick a card, any card.”

his brows lifted at your request, but does it anyway. he pulls out one from the middle; a king of spades. “alright, now don’t show me it.” he’s a bit confused as to what you’re going to do, but he’s also intrigued. you pat the floor, gesturing him to set the card down whilst hiding it, and he does.

you tell him to pick a section to hide it in, and he picks the one near the end. the deck is shuffled again entirely, and you lay it down on the floor facing up.

“now,” you say, and nobunaga finds himself leaning closer to you, “i’ll try and pick your card out.”

he watches as your eyes sweep through each card, before pulling out a king of spades. his card.

“is this your card, ‘my lord’?”

he’s stone faced at first, then a small twinkle sparks in his eyes, “perhaps you’ll be much more entertaining that i thought. show me more, fireball.”

and now, between the ruthless games of go, you often show him the tricks you’ve learnt. it brings a sort of boyish excitement to him, and he really reminds you of your own audience.

and sometimes, he teases about you being a goddess of trickery, fishing his heart to be yours.

it’s quite adorable, to see the devil king be like that.

—hideyoshi:

the unknown and general foreign atmosphere from the castle was something you couldn’t bear most of the time. the distrust from hideyoshi, the rough personalities that were wildly different from your time—there was a limit until your soul had to take a rest.

and your escape was to the town. you were a magician, someone who entertained others. and you sure as hell weren’t going to perform for the castle! so you went to the common folks.

your bright and extroverted attitude quickly spread among mostly the youths; kids would often surround you with their hyper-energized excitement, and you’d get along nicely! you’ve started performing too, at the fields where the children play.

so each day, you’d come down from the castle with a new trick to show the kids. it’s a nice change of pace from the war.

meanwhile, hideyoshi was still very doubtful of you, and between what free time he had, you’d be gone from the castle.

however one day, he managed to trail along from a free day (one forcefully given by nobunaga). seeing you carry some suspicious items wrapped in cloth downtown didn’t settle right with him, so he hid in the shadows as you approached the main streets, and onto the place you usually perform at.

he sees you setting up some things on a table, said things still covered in cloth. a girl approaches you shyly, and you smile brightly at her. crouching down, the two of you began talking about something he couldn’t hear. and after a nod from the girl, she seemed to,,, hand you something.

uh oh, his alert is up! his hand mindlessly gripped his sword as you carried the bundle of unknown things and bellow the table. finally, it’s showtime.

more and more kids ran to your table, shouting excitedly about, “the azuchi magician is performing!”

and that couldn’t help but melt his heart, just a bit.

you were in a black and white kimono (a substitue for a tuxedo) and a hat he never seen anyone wear (top hat). he watches silently as you act out a silent performance, showing the insides of your hat empty. you pull out a black wand with a white tip (a weapon?! he thought) and tapped the hat three times. suddenly...

a rabbit jumped out! not only were the kids surprised, hideyoshi himself was gaping slightly too. were you some sort of enchanter?

as the show was over, the crowd dispersed. the white rabbit sat on the table being happily petted by you. a girl approaches you again—it’s the same as before.

you smile at her and gave a gentle pat on the head, “thank you for lending me your rabbit, tomoka! you really did help me with this one, y’know?”

the girl, tomoka, he noted, blushed lightly. “n-no. . .thanks for the performance, azuchi magician,,!”

the way you smiled, so earnestly like that to the common folk and treating them normally. . . maybe hideyoshi could start trusting you.

—mitsuhide:

most of your props were in your bag, and it was starting to cram the space inside it. so you sprinkled it around your room—it was the closest you had to decoration of your own. but it proved to be quite,,,, troublesome, so to say, for it to just lie around.

and you learnt such when you came to mitsuhide’s manor (as per his request) and finding him with all your things. all.

“so,” he began, and you fell the cold sweat creeping in, “it seems our little mouse is rather. . . noxious.”

“,,,, i can explain.”

“i’d love to hear why you have such peculiar items at your possession.” there was a smile on his face,,, but it felt like there wasn’t. you explained your future situation, and he listened in silence.

he hummed, and questioned each item you had, and you answered the best you can. most of it related to your profession, he noticed. but there was just one thing. . .

“then tell me,” he pulls out a sword, and your temperature drops a thousand degrees, “why do you have this?”

“ ,,,, i͟ c͟a͟n͟ e͟x͟p͟l͟a͟i͟n͟.”

you held the sword in your hands, all the while glancing up at the other every milisecond to see if your life wasn’t in danger. and with a burst of unknown confidence, you pulled the tip of the blade to your mouth, and proceeded to insert it deeper and deeper.

you couldn’t see mitsuhide’s reaction—you didn’t want to—as the sword got “deeper” into your throat. by the time you’re finished, if it were real, it would’ve ended by your stomach.

and slowly, you pulled it out, with a pathetic addition of, “it’s a magic trick thing too.”

your eyes absolutely refused to meet his, just opting to burn its stare into the ground. mitsuhide smirked. his suspicion was definitely there—but the innocent way you did that was just so cute.

“i’m beginning to wonder what your intentions are, shoving such a thing deep into your mouth in front of a man, in his quarters, little mouse.”

—masamune:

ever since masamune found out about your previous occupation, he’s always begged you to show them off (the more dangerous, the better). most of the time, you’ll cave in and do a really popular trick known in the community, then tell him off for a bit. it’s all in good fun, really.

but now both of you were bored, and you knew from experience in the case of the one-eyed dragon being bored, the time will only come before he wrecks absolute shit again just for the hell of it.

so you want to post-pone that, at least.

you pulled out three ceramic cups and a small gold coin, setting them on the table. his eyes were on you now, “what’re ya doin’, lass?”

you smiled with a tint of mischief, “how about we play a game?” at the mere mention of that got him to sit up with a wild grin of his own, “loser has to do what the winner says. anything they say.”

considering it’s masamune, you potentially had a lot on the line. but you were experienced enough—hopefully.

you explained the simple rules to him: you’ll put the coin underneath one of the cups, shuffle it, then he has to guess which one has it. easy peasy.

usually you’d do it slower or quicker, but again, it’s masamune. maybe he can slip a sight of what you did and if you lose, it’ll be a tiresome rest of the day.

your hands moved swiftly and expertly, shuffling between the three cups. and his eyes were trained on them like a tiger to its prey. and in the midst of all the sliding around, you passed the coin from one cup to another.

and once you were done, you set the three ceramic pieces in a row.

“pick, masa.”

his eyes were certain, full of confidence, as he pointed at the left one. a grin ripped its way to your face, when it’s revealed there’s nothing there.

his good eye widened a bit, before narrowing down in slight thrill. “ya really are a witch, lass.”

—ieyasu:

ieyasu wasn’t as expressive about his love in the public sometimes. he’d use an indirect and often contrarian way to do so—just like he did the first few times you met. and you yourself loved to give him little bouts of affection, mostly through words and the likes.

that day was a hot one, with the two of you just lazing about in his manor. you had your deck of cards on you, just shuffling them around mindlessly. as your mind wandered, you stopped as an idea surfaced.

with a small smile, you went out from the room ieyasu was in, just to write something on a card, and so he wouldn’t see. once you came back, he directed a raised eyebrow at you.

“hey ieyasu,” you call out to him casually, picking out a card from your deck. an ace of hearts, between your fingers and facing him, “wanna see some magic?”

his eyebrow rose higher, and you flip around the card between your fingers smoothly. his gaze trailed over each time you threw it up in the air, twisting your hand in mostly useless moves, and suddenly—

the card was gone from your hands. just like that.

for a moment, he was rendered speechless. the sight was adorable, really; his lips slightly parted and eyes widened just a crack.

the smile grew from your face, and just like before, you seem to materialize a card out of nowhere. without a chance to see it clearly, you put it in ieyasu’s hand facing down.

he flipped it. the ace of hearts, but on it were scribbled he words “i ♥ you"

“. . .you’re so silly, you know that?”

—mitsunari:

as a magician, certain props were set up for a specific trick. meaning they don’t work how it normally would; but such didn’t really bother you when your habit of shuffling cards while thinking came into effect.

but mitsunari, despite not noticing most things about other people, was highly observational. with a small smile, his attention turned from your lesson, the ones he taught you in, and unto the deck in your hands.

“yesterday the back of it was blue, and now it’s red. do you own several of these?”

you paused, looking up at his lilac eyes with a small grin, “yep. wanna know why?”

the way he tilted innocently was too much to take. so you opted to distract yourself by spreading every cards facing up on the table, “this is how a normal deck looks like, right?”

“yes, as i’ve seen from you before.”

the grin on you slowly widened as you got into your magician self, collecting the cards into a neat stack. you mimic casting a spell on it, swirling your hands above it as mitsunari stared at you, mistified.

once you were done, you spread the cards down again. one major difference stuck out: all the cards were now king of diamonds. every single one.

mitsunari let out a small gasp, picking out a random card and observing it from all angles. the way he looked so serious was a bit cute—you’ll admit.

only your giggle brought him back to reality. you collected the cards again, did the hand motions, and the deck was back to normal. aside from the king of diamonds left in his hand—which was the only one from the deck, coincidentally.

“—!” he calls your name with bouts of admiration, “you’re so miraculous! perhaps you’re a goddess blessed on us.”

you waved the accidental flattery he said, but a blush still got to your cheeks.

—ranmaru:

ranmaru was quite a childish one, you figure out soon. it doesn’t take talking with him long to see the way his eyes light with such innocent, child-like wonder. he reminds you a lot of the children you often performed for—the way he saw the world was so much alike to how their eyes filled with amazement each time you went on stage.

thus, it was soon when you invited him to your room with the intention of showing your skill off to him, just to get a feel of how it was like before you got dragged into the sengoku period.

you wanted to ease him in first, so you went with a small thing.

as the conversation of mostly random topics ran about, your fiddled and flipped a coin in your hand. his eyes would sometimes trail at how your fingers could balance such a small thing so quickly, quieting his voice by astonishment.

“ranmaru, wanna see something cool?” you quickly interjected the conversation. his nods were fast, eyes ripping away from the coin and to your own.

you threw the coin up in the air, occasionally balancing the small piece of gold with the tips of your fingers. one last throw, it lands in your palm, and you shut it swiftly. he’s watching closely, dazed by your minor performance.

you opened your palm; the coin’s gone.

“—eh?!” a surprised yelp escaped him, “where did it go. . .?”

ranmaru looked up to you for answers, and you just shrug casually with a tiny smile. your hands were taken in his, his own fingers flipping it around and even patting down the sleeves of your kimono to check if it fell down there. after no luck, his eyes roamed to the floor to see if you just threw it, somehow. nothing.

slowly, his head turned back to you, with eyes so filled with stars it could be a galaxy. “—! you’re a miracle! so cool, how’d you do that?!”

you’re right, he is like the kids you perform for.

“as they say,” all you answered was to put your index finger to your lips, and send him a wink, “a magician never reveals their secret~!”

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autiworld · 4 years

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Dyscalculia, Short term memory problem, Working memory problem, ADHD

(TL;DR- long story short: "You can recall 3 years long term past in precise detail so how do u dare claim short term memory problems" (false premise: Asker presumes if somebody recalls 3 yr old fact easily then they should recall 1 milisecond old fact unimaginably fast.)

ME: I cannot hold that much of information at a time in my memory

Ableist people: You remembered details of what you saw 3 years ago, and you keep complaining about your memory has problems??? We know it better than you; you were plain inattentive which can only be done willfully. You dont have memory problem, you have moral or ethics problem. Dont be attention seeker.

Me: (Facepalm) , what the fuck.

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normal-thoughts-official · 5 years

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At what exact moment do you think malec fall in love?that moment in 1×06 when Magnus uses Alec's strength and then falls down exhausted? It's such an underrated moment but one can write a whole essay on it

as a matter of fact, yes, i do believe it was the moment in 1.06 (there is a reason it is my header, after all) and im really glad u asked because its one of my favorite moments and Ive been thinking of making a post about it in forever but never got to it so [cracks knuckles]

well, actually, i think 1.06 was the moment magnus fell in love. i dont know when alec fell in love, to be honest - i think with him, it was just something that kind of settled and clicked into place, you know? there was that attraction and there was the fact that magnus was an amazing person who had amazing chemistry with alec and who fought for him and extended his hand and tried to comfort him without judgement when no one would really allow him to be himself - and who gave him a space to be more of him than any other. but i dont think there was a precise moment when it hit Alec, and suddenly he had fallen; i think he realised he loved magnus when he said he loved him, but at that point it was already cemented. alec is a steady, careful guy; when he falls, he falls hard and becomes an absolute imbecile but until then it kind of settles in slowly, lodges itself inside of him until its carefully in place, and he doesnt really know when it happened. honestly, i relate to that because that's how it works for me, too.

but with Magnus, it was a little different - he had closed himself off from love for centuries, and while obviously he only fell in love with alec because he was already on the pathway to recover and had been for a while now, sure and steady (alec is definitely the right person for him, but he also came at the right time, cuz if he hadnt Magnus wouldnt really be able to allow himself to give in to the obvious pull they had), breaking that kind of wall is hard and is, for many people, something that happens suddenly, all at once, like the crash of a tsunami wave; it kind of isnt there until it suddenly is, flooding out and filling you. and with magnus that's definitely what happened; he had a click moment, when suddenly his walls were down and he found himself feeling, despite himself

you can see a clear difference in how magnus treats alec in 1.04-05 and how he does in 1.06. in 1.04-05 hes flirty, yes, obviously interested, but hes doing it teasingly, playfully, confident in a way that is only possible when theres not much on the line. don't get me wrong, i dont think he was using alec or lying to him - that's not the kind of person Magnus is at all - i just think that it was harmless flirting and interest with not much at stake. he was keeping his kind of playboy, devil-may-care persona (with the exception of the moment when he told alec there was nothing to be ashamed of, because of course magnus "compulsive emotional support" bane would immediately drop the act when he sees someone struggle. ugh. and alec notices this, too, all right, he can see right through to the person magnus really is in that moment, even if he closes himself off). and that wasnt even just in front of Alec; the whole "playing hard to get, i love a challenge" thing was after alec had hung up, there was no one there, he was just talking to himself the dumb dork and it is clear there is not much at stake for him here; he isnt in love, so theres no chance of heartbreak

compare that to the way he acted during drinks with Alec in 1.06. its a completely different person. even in his posture, the way he looks at Alec and moves around him, his facial expressions, theres a softness and vulnerability that just wasnt there at any point before (did yall thank Harry Shum Jr for ur rights today? seriously the man is such a great actor his talent is unbelievable). and for magnus to allow himself to be vulnerable- well, that's big. that's what he was scared of, after all. that's what has brought him hurt and made him swear off romantic relationships for so long

and he says this; he opens up to alec, a person he barely knows, tells him a little about his past, tells Alec hes unlocked something in him. it's not harmless flirting anymore, its not just a mere pursuit of someone hes casually interested in; theres something way, way deeper going on, and this is abundantly clear throughout the whole scene and every single one of magnus' actions. magnus has fallen. this is serious now; hes feeling things he didnt even remember how to, and his entire demeanor changes.

and look, that's really important to me, okay, because i hate the whole love at first sight thing. so when i started watching sh, i was kind of turned off from malec because i was like "oh theyre gonna suddenly fall in love for no reason" but no. that's not what happened. they had attraction, and chemistry, yes, for sure, definitely, but the feelings that sparked inside of them were very much real and solid and built organically, even if quickly. malec is so powerful because their attraction and devotion to each other makes sense, and because their relationship is so trusting, happy, fun, and healthy.

so lets go to 1.06 - the defining moment, the big game changer for the both of them. i know the exact milisecond magnus falls in love - its this one

(gif isnt mine, i had it saved on my phone and dont remember who made it; if you do, please let me know so i can credit them)

bitch, you are seeing it happen!!! you're watching it, right now!! the way he looks up and his whole face changes; he goes from heavy breaths to these little puffs of air, looks up at alec in awe, and it's all over his face, the softness in his features, the open vulnerability hes showing for the very first time in the entire show - even when he was almost running out of magic, he still looked way more put together than he does in this moment; in here he is open, he has no masks, and hes absolutely soft and open and vulnerable. and you can see it dawn on him too, the realisation that he let alec in, just late enough for it to be too late. it's done. god, i cant fucking believe harry shum jr invented acting. like holy shit, dude

and alec sees it too; in this moment he looks down and he sees the vulnerability in magnus' face and he knows this is the real magnus; that's what he looks like without all the walls and masks, and it's just- beautiful. incredible. you can see the love and the softness inside of him and it's just so easy to find a home in those eyes of his, and ugh, i might be changing my mind, this was the moment alec fell in love too

but anygays, why now, right? what was the big gamechanger in this scene?

well, first of all, id like to stress again, just for good measure, that magnus was already well on his path to recovery from abuse and beginning to open up again; his journey through finding self love and strength to stand on his own feet and be able to open himself for others is his and his alone. alec could be his perfect match (and he is) (fuck it i dont care they are perfect for each other, i never really thought there was such a thing even in fictional couples but shit dude they really are as perfect as it gets, malec truly invented love its unbelievable) and it still wouldnt matter if magnus wasnt ready not only to open up, but to get in a relationship as his own person, and not putting himself down like with camille. of course, he still has a long way to go, and recovery is not a straight line, so he still does things like not tell him when hes hurt and downplay his own pain so as not to "annoy" him or whatever, but he is on equal ground. the very first thing that happens when they finally get together (after the whole wedding ordeal) is, they fight. because alec was being an asshole and treated magnus badly and was really rude and magnus was hurt and he was tired of always being the one to chase after Alec, and he told him that. that's extremely important, because it establishes that Magnus isnt just running after Alec or doing anything for him - he wants a mutually fulfilling relationship and hes willing to fight for it, demand it, not accept less than it. and that's fucking recovery right here, folks. it's so hard for previously abused people to do that. so hard. it still is hard for him, but hes doing it. so, again: Magnus' journey to opening up and finding space for a healthy relationship in his life is his and his alone. and they were lucky as shit to have met when they did.

so, with that being said: 1.06 (god, this answer is such a mess, im ndjdjdidicn). you can see magnus fall in love, right then and there. the moment it happens: when he falls, and realises Alec is still holding him, making sure hes steady. not just that, but holding his hand (despite that being totally unnecessary now), and asking him if he's okay.

it's really unsubtle symbolism (and i mean that in the best possible way): Alec holding him when he fell symbolizes support; holding his hand symbolizes caring, because he could just hold him as to not let him fall, but the fact that hes holding his hand shows that hes trying to support him not just physically, but emotionally; and asking if hes okay shows genuine worry and desire to listen to his needs. again, really unsubtle; but fuck it, that's also part of what makes it powerful, because when was the last time magnus had that, that open caring and supporting and reaching out for him? i mean, obviously Magnus has his friends who are amazing and great to him, but this feeling, of being cared for, so easily, so openly, so obviously, from someone who barely knows him, hell, from a shadowhunter - this is new. both because he hasnt really allowed it - after all, you need to fall for someone to catch you - and because he just. hasnt had that. every time before, when he showed vulnerability, he had his wounds open wide and used against him - with asmodeus after his mom, with Camille after whatever happened that made him consider suicide. and then suddenly this guy shows up, and Magnus didnt even mean to be vulnerable in front of him, not really, he was supposed to hold it, but he does and what he finds is just- caring. worrying. sweetness. a grounding presence and touch. alec is completely focused on him, and isnt rushing him to get back on his feet or anything - hes just holding him and being there for him. he wasnt even looking for it, and suddenly there it is - that trust and reciprocity hed been craving for so long.

and yeah, its unsubtle, but that's also there in more subtle ways; magnus asks for his help, and alec comes without questioning, even if he's mad with pretty much everyone involved. he asks Alec to give him his strength, and he does, openly, without walls - dude, that is so intimate, and you can see how easily the magic flows between them; that's something that can only happen so smoothly if the required trust is given without a second thought. alec is giving his life force to this guy, whom he barely knows, and he doesnt hold back at all - Magnus needs it, he gives it. easy, simple. trusting. an open, clear connection. hes worried about Magnus from the start; he gets in and his first reaction is yelling for magnus and kneeling beside him to make sure hes okay. hes already kind of holding magnus even before magnus falls; he puts himself in a position where hes kind of supporting magnus' weight, and just focuses on giving magnus what he needs. up to this point no one even bothered to ask magnus what he needs. and look, Alec isnt perfect, and he definitely still has his prejudices and ignorance at this point, but this is something special. having someone just give it their all to make sure ur okay, from the get-go, trusting you like that- that's not everyday. specially not for magnus. I think maybe Magnus wouldnt even have lowered his guard enough to have that stumble if Alec hadnt been so easily showing him hes in there together with him, as equals, without so much as a second thought- magnus' persona is polished. hes been through worse without stumbling both before and after. his guard was already down, because Alec had been showing himself to be trustworthy from the start.

and after that, it just keeps going. alec helps him clean up his apartment, without being asked, long after everyone else has already gone - he listens to Magnus talk about his past, attentively, without judgement. he even shows some vulnerability of his own - that fucked-stupid smile when magnus raised his hand to his lips, the glances he throws magnus' way, the way he even manages to talk a bit about his insecurities and confusion; hes opening himself up to Magnus, too. hes smitten. hes interested. the connection is established. he stays the night, and they end up talking all night long, despite the fact that Alec was called to work, and we dont even know about what. we know they are similarly competitive and have a good chemistry, so clearly this was a good, fun talk; but theres something running way deeper in there, too. magnus is showing alec a lot of himself, and alec is not only welcoming it, but reciprocating it as best as he can. that moment of spark isnt gone; it keeps growing, the bond that was formed gets stronger. at this point, Magnus has fallen (i firmly believe that he fell in that exact moment he looked up at Alec) but it gains shape and strength during that night and talk; its a little frustrating because Alec cant face what he wants, but the pull is real and strong enough for it to get stronger, the shapes clearer.

so- yeah. Magnus fell for Alec in 1.06, the moment he realised that he was willing to have his back, to see him as he was and welcome it and treat it with care; and to give him back in return. Magnus fell for Alec when he realised that, somehow, he had already formed the beginnings of a bond with him - the kind that's solid, that means trust and care and effort while also being easy, fun, nice. alec fell for magnus when he looked at him and saw someone that was also struggling with showing who he was, but who wasnt scared; someone who was kind, and good, and willing to listen to him and try to help him and who valued him. and that is so. fucking. important.

#ask #pastaownsmylife #sorry i got a little carried away but lets be real we all knew it would happen #im emo im dying squirtle #sh #shadowhunters #malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #meta #malec meta #magnus bane meta #sh meta #overflowing trashcan

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1. i think its spelled source not sorce (unless thats a british/canadian spelling?) 2. it might be more helpful to put the blacklisted sources bellow the sources you are familiar with? just because like i opened the page and saw 'hazbin hotel' near the top and was a milisecond away from closing the blog when i registered the word 'blacklist' lmao

Oh! Maybe it is spelled source,, im not that good at spelling, and i forget how to spell simple words lmao! And i can also change that! Tbh i just put it first because at the time i was rushing to get the lists done!

Thank you for the advice!

~ Mod Trucy

#not a request #lmao i cant spell actually-#Also #now everything should be fixed #and imma make an abt the mod(s) page #bc i need one and my irl friend and canonmate might become a mod #Maybe-

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...this is worthless, I’m rambling and procrastinating. Sorry ‘bout that.

(minor spoilers for Naruto and Detective Conan as well as major spoilers for Magic Kaito and... Avengers Endgame?)

I’m procrastinating, don’t mind me. And during that time of procrastination I have been watching a show I used to watch when I was like 12 or 13, so it’s been a while. And even though that show has some obvious flaws - flaws I will be writing about in a bit - it find myself liking it. So why?

Magic Kaito is a spin-off show of the much bigger Detective Conan anime, which was actually my first anime ever and one of the few memories I have from age 0-4. I actually went onto the wiki and looked up the episode, which was a lot harder than you can imagine: episode 282 which features (for that show anyway) rather graphic imagery of a bloody corpse and like blood in showers and stuff. I don’t know if I just randomly watched the most traumatizing episodes of animes or - which is far more likely - I just remember them darker thant they were but the Naruto episode right afterwards was the one where Gaara tries to murder Lee at the Chunin exams which is also a rather dark episode. (I know, it doesn’t really matter but that was season 3 episode 58 of the original Naruto series). I bet you could find out the exact day and station that I was watching because there’s virtually no way those two episodes would ever follow each other more than once.

I guess that’s not what it’s really about but Detective Conan was probably one of the core animes I watched when I was younger because it was well known and free online. It was also the one that got me into doing QCs for subtitles (funny story, since I had been a QC for a while and seen the really bad mistakes some translators did, I actually applied for the “job” of a translator, that was mere months before I wrote my Cambridge Certificate exam which I, not to brag, passed with C2, and I had been rejected, which probably fed into my fear of rejection but is also very funny retrospectively.)

I don’t like Detective Conan that much, it’s a fun episodic detective story that has a very, very thin overarching plot and is probably only ever end when the writers don’t have ideas for crimes anymore. And Magic Kaito suffers from its bigger sibling immensely. In case you don’t know, and I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t, Magic Kaito tells the story of a character that occasionally appears in Detective Conan - a thief who is also a magician (which is quite frankly the best pairing I have ever seen, it’s such a good idea!). Kaito is the son of one of the biggest magicians ever who gets killed in a mysterious accident. One day he finds out that his dad was the thief in the moonlight Kaito Kid and murdered by a mysterious organization - who he now tries to lure out of hiding to protect his father’s legacy and put them in jail.. or something? I mean, there is some revenge fantasy implied, but he’s also like 17 and it’s a children’s anime, so he probably doesn’t want to kill them. Anyway, the way he does it is dressing himself up as Kaito Kid to attract those criminals. And that’s the entire premise of a 24 episodes anime.

Before we get into anything, here some in-universe lore that has been stuck in my mind since 13. My favourite thing about Kid is that his name was also “master thief 1412″, the number being the police file number, but if you write the numbers in a certain way it looks like the word “Kid”, a name given him by Shinichi Kudo’s father (meaning Conan’s father). And both Conan’s and Kaito’s fathers knew each other and were aquantances that respected each other? Like, Conan’s mom went to Kaito’s dad for acting training and stuff which is how his dad figured out that he was Kaito Kid. And when her training ended Conan’s dad gave her a card to give Kaito’s dad with an exclaimationpoint - which was an answer to a card he had previously given him with a question mark. Excuse me if my speech is unclear, I am just nostalgic.

Okay, let’s get started: the series suffers from weak characters and the introduction of too many ideas. That’s it. To get the first thing out of the way: if you make an anime about a spin off character and the main character of the main show keeps showing up that means you don’t trust your spin off to stand on its own feet. I love appearances of in universe characters of other shows, I love the MCU, but imagine if Iron Man kept popping up in Jessica Jones. I mean, he can’t because he’s dead but still. Or Aang keept being part of The Legend of Korra. From 24 episodes, Conan/Shinichi is a major character in 4 of them and is also kinda important in another one. That does not really speak of confidence about your series’ characters which is fair considering it got rebooted. Also, every episode starts with Kaito Kid “opening commentary” the episode before the curtain opens and the actual thing starts - and it also ends with Kid shortly commenting on it and bowing in the end which more often than not features the phrase “I will keep entertaining you if you wish so.”, which is a kinda funny meta commentary of the creator’s being painfully aware of their situation.

I mean, don’t get me wrong, there are really good scenes and funny moments; the one that made me laugh was when Kid hasn’t stolen anything for like three months and since Kaito still goes to high school his friend is kinda disappointed and he thinks: “Who do you think I am? A weekly manga magazine?”, which is already funny but literally a few miliseconds afterwards his friend goes: “Oh, I know why he hasn’t stolen anything for so long! He’s dead!” and he falls off his chair. These jokes wouldn’t be fun on their own but their close proximity to each other makes them work so well. I’m like 70% sure this happened to Gosho Aoyama at some point Over all there is a lot of very good imagery, the magic tricks and heists are fun and often times we have parallel’s, call backs and very well fitting juxtapositions, but over all there’s just a bunch of not-great going on, which I will list now:

1. The Jukebox and the Poker Face: The entire show is also framed by this jukebox Kaito’s dad has left him which has 24 disk and an appendix playing some advice that is tangentially related to the episode. And what more often than not gets repeated is that “he should not forget his poker face”, which, yeah, seems like generally good advice for a magician but... why? It doesn’t serve narrative purpose at all. There is no theme or deeper meaning in the show? The idea of a poker face doesn’t even gets touched on outside of the first episode? Like, otherwise he never breaks his pokerface and there’s like no tension between his real self and the poker face which might as well be a metaphor for Kaito vs. his thief persona. I dunno, am I reading too much into this - why poker face?! Further more, because the jukebox only has 25 audio tracks in total and they play every time Kaito is up to a heist, it kinda feels like he doesn’t do anything in between the episodes? Like, if he listens to that juke box chronologically, which seemed implied, he has only gone to like 25 heists in total which.. is fine for real life statistics but doesn’t really make sense since there is no sense of time in that universe and it just feels like he’s done a lot more?

2. Magic: Yupp, in a universe with a magician reliant on smart tricks and improvisation like a magician on stage there are witches with actual magic. There is actual magic introduced to a world that has previously never had magic before and, believe it or not, magic has no purpose at all. Actually, it does kinda come up in three episodes and they do some really fun stuff the first time with the idea that an illusionist wants to trick and entertain an audience, change their hearts which has different if not more value than actual magic changing the people themselves. Really cool stuff. Would be a shame if the writers wouldn’t know how to go from there and it never comes up again.

3. Super weak as fuck characters outside of Kaito: There are, in total six characters that are not Conan which switch up being the focus of an episode. The witch that practises afor mentioned actual magic is this archetype of a seductress who uses love spells to make boys like her and because her magic doesn’t work on Kaito Kid, she’s like super into him. First, she wants to kill him because she detests his trickery but then she just kinda wants to bang him? And that’s her entire character. Then there is a detective. I didn’t even bother learning his name because he’s the “main challenge” for the first episode he appears and then just kinda stands next to the police officer occasionally to drop observations for exposition or tell Kid something he doesn’t know. I mean, you cannot introduce another high school detective into a universe that whose main character is literally a high school detective. It was as if Jessica Jones kept having Iron Man and another random play boy billionaire with a weird robot suit. There just hast to be a better character than that? Make it a very smart police officer, just anything else. It feels like most of the characters are mostly window dressing and there is just no emotional arc to them whatsoever - they’re treated like most side characters that get shown something by Kaito Kid, have a change of heart and never appear again - with the exception that they are on screen. Constantly. Doing nothing at all.

4.The last two episodes: They’re probably the worst. So, there is this “new magician-thief in town and his name is Kaito Corbeau” and he’s kind of the antithesis of Kaito Kid, dressing in the same suit but in black and probably like a joke on the fact that Kaito Kid is a magician who uses doves which are white and crows are black? I mean, it’s fun but the mirror doesn’t really work that much because the words “Kid” and “Corbeau” don’t mirror each other and Kaito Kid rarely uses doves. But I get the point, A for effort, I guess. Anyway, so. Corbeau who looks suspiciously much like Kaito’s dad and apparently knows something about his death, then challenges Kaito to a duel of thieves also being a magician asks him to solve the mistery of how he will steal some precious gem. By the end of the first episode of the two-parter, Corbeau has stolen the gem and Kaito walks home wondering how he did it. As he comes home the lights of his house are turned on, which is weird since he lives alone because his dad is dead and his mother is always travelling the world. But that unexpected visitor turns out to be his mother and my first reaction was... really? No, they would not be doing such a stupid thing, right? Nah, that’s probably a red herring. No way she’s Corbeau. (Spoiler: she’s Corbeau.) And she asks him “if he really wants to do this? If he doesn’t want to become a magician in Vegas or anything?”, which is a reasonable question from a mother: do you really want to be a thief and hunt some criminals who might as well kill you like your da? But it’s also kind of a stupid one because it is absolutely reasonable that he definitely wants to do that and that there is no grain of doubt in his mind that he does. And that is ultimately the problem of the last two episodes: they’re about testing Kid’s commitment which fails on a bunch of levels. The first one being: there is never a struggle on the side of Kid at all. He never doubts himself, Corbeau isn’t even that big of a challenge, considering he has been regularly challenged by genius high school detectives who seem to be the smartest demographic ever, an actual witch, a serial killer+thief, another differen thief and this shady organization that killed his dad. There is no escalation, no actual struggle against all odds making him question his motivations which - he doesn’t even think for longer than a second about his mother’s questions which is why, when Corbeau tells him around the end that it was all to test his commitment, it could have been substituted for literally anything else.

However, that’s not my real problem with that: Kaito Kid is a necessity, not an identity. There is no need for a commitment towards the figure of Kaito Kid because the moment that criminal organization is caught, there is no need for the mantle of Kaito Kid anymore. This whole idea of commitment of character falls apart because Kid is not a superhero. He’s not taking up a huge and never ending task that is going to take forever - Kaito could very well become a big magician in Vegas afterwards, these things are not mutually exclusive which is why that question kinda backfires and makes his mom look bad because she doubts him for no reason whatsoever? Also, Kaito is literally still in high school and 17, they somehow came up with something less rational than having him dress up as a magician at night and hunting criminals by having him drop out of high school and become a magician in Las fucking Vegas with 17. And I get that it’s the last episode and you wanna end it on a heroic note but that didn’t work at all.

(next morning thoughts: I think I kinda understand the underlying problem of those two episodes now, let me, like the show itself compare it to his bigger brother - Detective Conan. There is no similar episode to test the main character’s strength of mind, but his parents often times wonder and ask him if he really wants to do this considering he nearly died the first time, and that is genuine care and if it wasn’t a better idea to let the police handle it; Conan always answers that he needs to keep doing it. However, these kinds of episodes would actually work with Conan as the main character because for one, his parent’s reasoning is way more sensical and two: he’s inherently human. Yeah, he is super smart and knows a bunch of weird shit that helps him solving crimes, but detectives are humans and they never pretend to be otherwise. I’m not saying magicians aren’t humans, the idea of supernatural things that is beautiful and quite literally casts a spell over us, to be willingly tricked into a world where the impossible is possible is a very human thing. Magicians just aren’t, they’re entertainers and try to exceed our reality, to be exceptional and - to be not human. That’s why the show always has him being cocky and witty, rarely struggling more than a bit with a heist, because he needs to. At this point his poker face has quite literally become his entire character.)

I know, I have been rambling, what I wanted to say is: despite all of this I don’t dislike the show. And in a way it suffers from the same Detective Conan problem of having selfcontained stories but an obligation to connect them to each other, weakening the entire thing. And I don’t know why I like it so much, because I like it more than anything reasonable would justify me to. And this is kinda what I need to find out. I’m very tired now and I have three days to work on my paper and I should go to sleep. If you expected a satisfying conclusion to this whole affair: welcome to Magic Kaito and I’m sorry.

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Stupid Girl, part 2 (Miz Cracker x Brooke Lynn Hytes) - fandomfeministe

A/N: Part 2 of my fic challenge piece - a brief time jump after the end… what happens next? Time to find out! Thanks to Saiph again for her support, and for the people who said such sweet and helpful things about Part 1. I hope this one does them justice!

It’s a thief in the night to come and grab you - it can creep up inside you and consume you

Later that evening, layer after layer of what made the queens into their stage personas was gradually stripped away. First went the makeup, discarded into bins after faces were scrubbed hard with wipes. Then came the costumes, piece by piece, some of the girls hanging them neatly on hangers while others threw clothes haphazardly into cases, vowing to deal with them later after sleep. The last step was to remove their actual selves from the dressing rooms, gear already loaded beneath the bus, with the final action being to haul their tired bodies up the steps and towards their assigned bunks.

For Cracker and Brooke, the difference an hour had made was not purely physical. De-dragging had been a process of mentally gathering themselves, yes, while the other girls were around. However, the discomfort between them, the tension that had begun to build from the moment both of them were offstage, had not yet dissipated, the arousal both queens had been feeling still lingering, each the cause of a tight knot, twisting and pulling at the other’s insides.

An hour or so after the show’s end, queens stripped away and men standing there in the cold as they waited to get on the bus, the taste of the vodka he’d been drinking burned the back of Cracker’s throat. He wasn’t drunk, not yet, but the irony of needing some Dutch courage after being the one to instigate things, the cat and mouse-like dance in this chase for power between them, was not lost upon him. He felt almost naked in the London night air, swamped as he was in an over-sized hoodie, and only partially because of the way Brooke was now staring, head turned before stepping up and away, the two of them the last ones to board.

Queens exhaustedly wished each other goodnight. Some went straight to bed, carefully folding tired limbs into cramped bunks, others lingered in the small area in back with couches and the TV, waiting for the adrenaline from the show to wear off. Seated next to each other - which somehow felt dangerous in this public gathering, now - Cracker and Brooke watched one by one as the rest filtered off, each one closer to leaving them alone, each one departing as the two of them subconsciously shuffled closer together.

Cracker was unhelpfully reminded of the physical contact from earlier, where despite being pinned against the wall in a show of force, the dominance Brooke Lynn had used against him was weirdly supportive. Every second they’d been there, him being held up by the taller man’s thigh - and damn if that hadn’t done things to him - he’d felt as though he could relax, physically trusting the other queen to keep him safe and emotionally letting this thoughts wander to things that might come later.

Except, ‘later’ was now ‘now’, and as the minutes loudly ticked by on the communal area clock, Cracker felt Brooke’s façade gradually start to crumble. The ice queen, who’d placed a hand on his knee while Asia fell asleep with her head on an also dozing Kameron’s shoulder, was now rubbing the inside of his thigh with his thumb, working his way higher and higher. Cracker turned his head back towards Brooke, meeting his eyes properly for the first time, and was about to say something when Asia awoke, her eyes opening with a snort of breath. He felt the Canadian subtly and silently withdraw his hand, and tried to ignore the almost lonely feeling that gave him while he said goodnight to his Season 10 sisters, who slunk haltingly to their respective beds without a backwards glance.

And then they were alone.

All it took was for Cracker’s eyes to linger ever so slightly too long on Brooke’s lips. In the milisecond it took for him to contemplate just how damn good they’d looked in the purple he’d worn tonight, Brooke had rotated his hips and was ready to pounce. No longer mauve, the taller queen’s lips were on his own, and he found himself being straddled atop the thin cushions of the tour bus sofa with zero way out but the word no. To his realisation, Cracker realised there was no way he ever would have said it. This - whatever this was that was happening now - was merely the near-conclusion of the battle for control that had been going on all evening.

It may have been Brooke Lynn who had made the first move tonight - not once, but twice, really - but it was Cracker who now deepened the embrace, wrapping both hands around the blond’s head, fingers sliding into his hair for a stronger grip. Oh god. He felt his knees wobble under Brooke’s weight and thanked heaven he was sitting down, trying his best to concentrate on every tiny sensation he was feeling, because who knew if he’d ever feel them again? The first realisation which came to him as Brooke Lynn’s own hands were running down his sides, was that the other queen’s mouth had the faint taste of cigarettes and tequila. Hadn’t he given both of those up? Was this slip into one old habit a sign he was willingly choosing another - more men? Or were they both a symptom of something else, a greater problem going through the younger man’s mind?

“You’re overthinking… stop.”

Brooke’s words - the breathiest of whispers ghosting against the skin of his ear - caused his breath to hitch and his heart to stop, or at least, that was what it felt like. A tiny, barely visible smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he wondered how the other queen knew. Apparently, the stone cold bitch really did have emotional awareness, and he would end up finding just how much sooner or later. The retort came just as quietly, and with it, a slight chuckle from both of them.

“Hypocrite.”

Brooke grinned back, lifting his hips so the pressure was no longer on Cracker’s legs, but he was certainly feeling tension elsewhere in his body. It seemed, though, that Brooke Lynn was smooth in this type of performance too, as he wordlessly climbed off the couch and began to kneel on the floor, palming the smaller man’s crotch. Cracker didn’t even have the slightest moment to miss the weight of his - lover? Partner? Neither of those things quite yet - before he was being bossed around again. Not that he was complaining about that, either.

“Stay quiet, yeah?” Brooke mouthed, before reaching to the waistband of his fellow queen’s jogging pants.

All Cracker could do in response was gulp.

And we never have a clue, we never see it coming - train wreck headed for us, but we never think of running

The tang of their sweat after performing was now combined with the sweat from another kind of exertion - coming from the effort of keeping quiet as well as from the more pleasurable aspects of their late night. Cracker, focused as he was on the fact that Brooke Lynn Hytes of all people was now on his knees for him, strong dancer’s arms keeping his legs apart while his mouth - and oh god, what a talented mouth that was - expertly built him up into a frenzy.

The only lights they had now were the occasional street light and neon signs as the bus headed onto the motorway, now thankfully on a straight road so that Brooke could concentrate on the task in hand, rather than pausing every few seconds to avoid choking himself or hurting Cracker when the bus turned or shook over a bumpy patch. The outside lights meant that they only got rare glimpses of each other as they sped by, the rest of their encounter in the dark, cloaked by shadows.

It was a real metaphor for what they were doing, actually, each act accompanied by a quiet sigh as the two men attempted to hide their desire from their tourmates. Soft moans. Gentle breaths. Only a meagre glance at the other’s face. Darting movements in the corner of an eye, swiftly realising it was only a fleeting reflection in glass.

Brooke trailed his fingertips over the bare skin of Cracker’s thighs as he continued, almost grinning to himself as he heard the couch shift and creak underneath him, the featherlight touches clearly getting the response he was hoping for. However, as much as he enjoyed knowing that he could reduce his lover to putty without even pulling out his best moves, there was still the risk of them being caught. Shooting Cracker a warning glance that he hoped he could see, he gave the older man a squeeze around his thighs, bringing him back into that submissive place that he was growing rather enamoured with.

It didn’t take much longer to get them both to breaking point, Cracker coming undone with a strangled moan hidden behind a cushion he’d somehow acquired mid blowjob, the only way he could actually keep quiet during Brooke’s ministrations. Brooke himself followed shortly afterwards, taking care of his own arousal after Cracker’s, slumping forward onto the latter’s legs with a contended groan.

Minutes later, with the pair of them cleaned up and now sitting back on the couch sofa, they found themselves sitting together in a position that suddenly felt far more intimate than either of them could have imagined that morning. Leaning back into the corner of the couch, with Cracker curled across his midsection to account for the difference in height, Brooke Lynn reached down and idly stroked the New Yorker’s cheek with the back of his hand. In response, Cracker tilted his face, kissing the back of the Canadian’s fingers before making his own reach, lacing them with his own. They lay there like that in companionable silence, still driving, nonchalantly gazing out of the window as Britain passed by in the night.

This thing - whatever it was, whatever they were - had been, at the very least, a satisfying diversion from their other shit they had going on. Somehow, though, it didn’t feel like an ending.

More like a beginning.

#rpdr fanfiction #miz cracker #brooke lynn hytes #brooke x cracker #fic challenge #enemies to lovers #rare pair #smut #canon compliant #stupid girl #fandomfeministe

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