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kiwanopie · 2 months

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A Lucky Find.

Pure luck, isn’t it? (Geto Suguru x fem!sorcerer!Reader)

cw: yandere if you squint. mention of misogyny and inappropriate work place relationships, graphic descriptions of curses and body horror, death by mutilation involving a curse (Not you), mention of religion, only specifics about reader is that she’s visibly very attractive and may have long hair (no descriptors though, it could be a lace) Suguru is out of his mind. You will not be called a monkey in this one.

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You’re not a very talkative assistant.

Granted sometimes you’re inclined to wonder if talking would’ve made so much of a difference to the position you’ve been put in, but you’ve never been a particularly choosy assistant either. You’re great at handling quick business, the calls your boss can’t be bothered to take - studious in your evening planning and you can quick work a coffee run like nobody's business. — You don’t complain about the thin heels they put you in, or the pencil skirts. Mired businessmen with filthy smirks and wondering eyes, or the routine baby talk you get from your degenerate boss. You don’t blink an eye at it. - You sit when you’re told to sit and bark when Mr. Minoru decides to hold that pretty little bone over your head.

“You could use a bonus, huh?”

Today it’s a back rub.

You’re silent as your nimble fingers start to press little groves in his upper back, impassive when he groans. Mr. Minoru, your boss, is a very rich man. He’s the successor of a retired tycoon who was once the successor of another and so forth. He’s an amalgamation of power and fortune and a small legion of nepotism babies that regularly walk in through those mahogany doors just ahead of his desk. An investor, you think. Most conversations he has are about money and the best way to double it; fewer are the ones where he’s actually taking the time out of his schedule to distribute it.

It’s all elite talk. Big men following big men following a perv who believes he’s god. Long outstretched legs that extend as he relaxes himself in his seat and hopes that the movement is enough to encourage you to start on his shoulders.

You like to think you got this job out of pure luck. Met the right man at the right time and stumbled over the deal of a lifetime all for the small cost of a little bit of your dignity. — Not like it was much of a trade from your part time job busing tables at that high-end restaurant. Being yelled at by bratty celebrities at a fraction of the price and coming home smelling reminiscent of a meat locker. Now you’re standing on the top floor of a penthouse suite. Smelling of expensive perfume that your boss totally didn’t break worker/boss relation code for and looking down at the entirety of Tokyo from its bay windows.

Pure luck.

The creature hooked to the upper side of his shoulder unfastens its teeth with a firm graze of your fingers. The steam it emits as it fizzles away is sour.

Mr. Minoru has a pension for starting fights with the wrong people, it seems. With bitter people - scornful people. People who hate him and can’t do anything about it, other than wish him harm or hex him in some way. — Worst are the people who don’t hate him, who envy him. Step into his office with painted smiles and clenched teeth. Who curse his name the moment they leave and leave you to deal with these little “bugs.”

Your nose twitches as its rotten smell encombers. For a moment your pretty face is twisted up in a scowl.

The massages started from an offhand graze of your fingers during a dinner at your old job. Pretty little waitress bending over him in that little work dress and running your finger down his felted coat. You apologize for your familiarity, someone must’ve spilled something on his jacket. ~ But the weight on his back is gone from just that little touch and now he’s offering you a job. You don’t regularly make a habit of helping those you’ve already deemed “afflicted.” But the fucker making goo trails on his back at the time was just disgusting enough to hinder your train of thought, and there’s no way you could’ve gone through your shift without reviling every time you passed his table.

So, now you’re his assistant - and today it’s just a back rub. Thankfully not a request to play with his hair and try not to cringe at the way he shutters from it. A subtle pat on the cheek for his good luck kiss, or a request to sit on his lap while he tells you a story he doesn’t care if you’re listening to. Because you’re quiet.

His not talkative, non-fussy, no complaints assistant.

Like always he fills the empty air in place of your silence. “Ah. By the way, princess. We’ve got a guest coming around after lunch. A real traditional fella. So, we’ll need to be on our best behavior,”

“Apparently he’s got some sort of business opportunity for me in exchange for a few investments,” He sighs when your fingers dip a little under his collar. “Says that in his big fuckin’ haori. Probably cost a few thousand bucks,”

Mr. Minoru shifts his shoulders under your firm touches. “To be completely honest, I don’t really know about it aside from the gag of seeing him in person again. Guy has this weird energy about himself that gives me the creeps. — Says he’s avant-garde. — I just think he’s a weird fuckin’ guy.”

“But,” The exhale he lets out is tempered and whisky tinted, clears out the fresh space in his chest that usually frees up when you’ve got your hands on him. “My old man likes ‘em. Says he’d be good for my health if I kept him around. At the very least build some sorta relationship with him.”

“Too bad my health’s in tip-top shape! Eh, doll-baby?” Minoru twists his head to flash you an expensive smile. Faintly defined cheekbones turning rosy when you return it like you know you’re supposed to. “Got my little guru at my side!”

And your simper, although gentle, is forced. Distantly you wonder if you’re the reason these bugs have become so habitual.

——-

This man is very ill.

Though he walks in with his head held high and a particular spring in his step, your diagnosis is that he must be terminal. He must be diseased and irremediable. In a constant state of agony and so stricken with unwellness that he can’t even think straight. You’ve seen your fair share of “bugs” and rabid disfigured animals that grow out of their hosts like fungus. Some that trail behind like lost children with broken crackling legs - a stench that only accompanies the open wounds whose maggots reach out so helplessly. Disturbing things. For all of it you’ve seen, you’re lucky to say that those cases are few and far in between.

But this,

It has many hands and many faces.

Each accompanied by its own set of teeth. Curling lips that stutter as they rise, etched in lipstick and gum; you find mint leaves hidden in the valley of its tongue, coiling as it softly sings. Watching from afar as it hobbles on its haunches like a drunken man, or of fawn newly grazed. It is steady - and constantly moving. It buzzes like a million bees and yet the man standing next to it is seemingly unaffected.

And so are you.

Your gentility becomes you as you politely bow for the man who you’ve so gracefully led to Mr. Minoru’s office. A practiced curtsy is usually enough to get your usual guests commenting under their nose at your bosses taste in assistant’s, but this man is quiet as he walks past you. So above your head that it almost feels like he doesn’t even know you exist. And that feeling is… off putting to say the least.

You close the door behind him as your boss starts on introductions.

“Ah, so you’ve met my beautiful assistant!” He reaches out his hand. “Minoru. Nice to meet you.”

The genuinity in the man’s smile fastens his eyes into slits as he steps forward to return the shake. “Geto, likewise.”

“Geto, huh? I heard the old man sent you for an investment proposition. My guess is it’s something… traditional?” Minoru gestures toward his garbs.

He’s somewhat clinical in his attempt to look lighthearted, but the sigh he blows out feels trusting. “So this isn’t selling “contemporary” huh?”

Minoru laughs and the thing beside him whimpers.

Your fingers twitch against your work skirt.

You’re a distant shadow lingering behind the conversing men as you step to your post on the far side of the office wall, heels clicking quietly when you bend to fix yourself adjacent to Mr. Minoru’s desk. — You’re not expected to listen much to the conversation, or even understand the matters on which they talk about. Just straighten your back when your boss snaps his fingers and follow obediently when he coos an order.

But even if that weren’t the case, you’d say it’d be hard to pay any attention to anything other than whatever the fuck that is hunched beside the man standing just a few feet away. Singing quietly under its breath and repeating the tune like a prayer. Fearful, shaken, pleaful, dread inducing; overlapping in its many mouths. Your fingernails quietly scrape against each other in your attempt to remain neutral but from a keen eye you’re jarred. Disquietingly moving your eyes from the two men still talking adjacent from you and then it again.

It’s looking at you.

You force down a swallow when Minoru calls your name.

“Quiet thing, isn’t she?” Your boss comments amidst the conversation as you approach them. “Could almost forget she’s here if it weren’t for the eyecandy,”

You smile at him like he’s flattering you but it’s muscle memory. “Sir?”

“Gather up those papers from your desk over there, sweetpea. And hand it to the nice man.”

You almost don’t even wanna turn your back on it.

But against your own anxieties you do as you're told. Even with your nerves frayed as they are. You keep your posture as you hastily skirt to your desk and back across the room again. Nimble, slightly shaken fingers lowering to place it in Geto-san’s hand but he doesn’t acknowledge you even when you smile. Vacant eyes. Bored of you already. —- You don’t know if you should feel more offended or alarmed. But in your curtsy before backing away you decide to split the difference and go for disturbed.

Avant-garde. This guy just gives you the fuckin’ creeps.

He works in health, apparently. From what you’ve gathered in the continuing conversation, he’s a spiritual man who offers health by spiritual means. It’s not a very groundbreaking admission, especially from a man in traditional garb, but he assures that his practices have long surpassed ground theory and have been proven to guarantee actual results. From refractory diseases, mental illness, visible injury; his methods could completely eradicate the need for traditional medicine and take the health industry by storm.

But money is a long factor, longer in the doubtful and non-spiritual. “Non-worthy.” It sounds pointed the way he slips that in, but your red flags aren’t shared with your less than convinced boss.

“Spiritual healing sounds great and all, Geto buddy. But you’re directing services to a pretty biased market.” Minoru crosses one of his legs over the other from his perched position against his desk. “Even with the facts, the money’s in objectivity. You’d get more bang for your buck just saying any Yamada worth his salt can walk in and get rid a’ his sniffles for the right price. - Religion ‘ll just turn people off.”

Geto smiles patiently. “Ah, Minoru-san, we’re not religion based. Religion promotes powerlessness. Our services come from practical people.”

You watch as the creature messily swivels on its crooked legs when he invades its space by leaning back a little. “But to insert certain biases kind of sweetens the deal, doesn’t it? People like things that make them feel special. Even the most useless people should wanna prove themselves in some way, right?”

What a crooked way of thinking.

At your quiet displeasure the mass behind Geto wheezes painfully, wincing when you lock eyes with it. Its song pitches and warbles, chops a little like it’s weeping; but even in its effort to resume its discontent is palpable.

You could almost feel acknowledged by it. By its wandering eyes and its tightened misshapen shoulders. Almost as off put as you are from its spot in the middle of the room. The more you look at it, the more it starts to evoke pity. Even in its unsightliness, it looks misplaced and afraid. - Its song breaks like a cry for mercy and the closer you look at it the more recognizable its purpose becomes.

There are knots in its balmy skin so engorged they bleed and tear. Fabric mincing over fictional scabbing and prayer beads hanging out of its gashes. Every twitch it makes reverberates ricey out of rhythm beats akin to maracas and its song, as out of key as it is, is reverential. Powerlessness. Anodyne through faith. You barely find yourself pitying the afflictions of affected people but in the context of this conversation - it’s watering eyes; you feel empathetic toward this thing and by extension Geto-san.

You assume something awful must’ve started that way of thinking.

Should you even stick your neck out for this guy? You’ve dealt with bigger, more violent ones in any case. But this creature seems peaceful. Following faithfully on its hosts haunches as it waits patiently beside him. You’ll have to be fast and unflashy about it, hopefully the stench from that thing won’t make you hurl on impulse. But if not out of mercy, it would be nice to have it out of your line of vision.

Your eyes cross it again. It’s many eyes well with anguish. You decide that at your next opportunity you’ll get rid of it promptly.

As luck would have it Mr. Minoru’s personal phone rings.

He’s quick in his apologies as he fishes it out of his pocket. Passing a smile to Geto as he quickly bows and makes the few long strides it takes to step out of the door and into the hallway, and a few short snaps in your direction as he points you to the concessionaires reserved for his clients near the door.

You’re practiced as you dip for the little fridge on your left, carefully sliding out a glassed bottle of water from the door and a plastic bag of sliced apples.

“Would you like a snack while you wait, Geto-san?”

He ignores you.

Through a quietly exasperated sigh does he slide his phone out of his hakama and pointedly decide not to acknowledge your awkward stance at the far end of the room. — You know he ignores you because the silence that otherwise permeates the spaciousness of your boss's suite is momentarily disrupted by the sound of your voice bouncing off the walls; followed again by that frigid silence.

This is the guy you’re trying to help.

Even so, your embarrassment is brushed aside in favor of making your way to the small coffee table between him and the other leather seat parallel to his. Thin pencil skirt riding a little as you take wide steps to the little spot that separates him from the empty seat - and you from the thin sliver of carpet standing between he and the now quivering mass.

You bend to place the treats gingerly beside him.

And when you rise you reach for it.

There are practiced fingers circling around your wrist before you can even touch it.

Your fear is potent enough to turn its broken hums into racking sobs as you freeze in his sudden grip. Firmly clasped onto you as he raises your arm over your head and forces you to jolt back with a stuttered breath. Faint greyed markings on the palm of your hand fade but they’re caught under his watchful eye, and through your shock you watch his expression switch.

From confusion, to intrigue, to pure excitement.

Your shock teeters on horror as his pupils dilate. “Now, just what were those pretty fingers planning on doing?”

He seems to revel at the sheer bewilderment that colors in your pretty face from where you nervously stare up at him. Doe eyes lit up by headlights, and the radiative heat of suddenly being this close to his predatory gaze. You stammer. “Wh-? Y-You know it’s-“

“Brought it with me, didn’t I?” He speaks lowly as he circles his thumb over your wrist. “Can’t say I don’t appreciate your concern though, sweetheart.”

You shrink. The absurdity of intentionally carrying a burden like this is as mind boggling as it is chilling. Dread inducing, even. With the kind of bad juju that thing emits there’s no other reason to purposefully let it fester beside you than for motives deeply depraved. Deeply disturbed. The way the air around him murkens and electrifies, and a glint in his eye that makes you feel like prey. — He’s looking at you like you’re dinner right now. And something about that feels trillions of times more frightening than any typical rubbernecking.

After being treated like a ghost by this man this whole time. Now he’s looking at you like you’re a slab of meat spread out for him. Succulent and tenderized, pliant under his fingers. Your soft eyes are rigid with fear as his other hand reaches for you blithely, larger fingers dipping in your loose hair and scooping it gently forward. You glance at it from the corner of your eye.

Smoke curls around his palm.

You suppress with a quiet intake of breath.

Geto-san’s cheeks pinken as he gleefully smiles, emboldened by a genuine tinge of ardor. You do your best not to flinch but it’s futile, his chilled fingers consolingly caress your face as he tuts; and gazes at you like he’s committing you to memory.

“Be patient for me, yeah? I’ll be done in a minute.”

You can’t even begin to guess what that means.

But before you can inquire he’s shushing you with a finger up to his lips. Playfully shooing you away as Mr. Minoru’s footsteps patter closer, and you clumsily re-fit yourself into your professional mask.

“Sorry ‘bout that, pal. Forgot about another meeting I was supposed to attend a little earlier,” He pockets his phone. “No one’s fault.”

He leans against the cliff of his desk where Geto-san’s planted himself again. Minoru glances at the unopened bag of apple slices. “Ah, _____, baby. You were supposed to hand him the good stuff.”

“I’m so sorry, sir.”

“No worries.” Geto laughs airily. “How could anything look nearly as appetizing when you’ve got an assistant like that walking around?”

Your ears burn as Mr. Minoru snorts in kind. “Yeah, fair enough,”

He rolls up his sleeves. “A’right, princess. How bout you hop on over to my lounge and break open the good brandy for my guest and I. Bring us the crystal set. Can you do that?”

—-

The decanter in your hand falls with a dull thump.

There’s no… logical explanation for what you’re looking at right now — Who you’re looking at right now. In any other circumstance deep purples would be expected. Blotched boysenberries and flossy reds, dotted with strained blues. You’d expect tearing - bleeding, audible ginger snaps of tendons and extended bone. A scream even, no matter how silent; all are logically expected. Death is logically expected.

But seeing your boss stretched out like leather, not a full five minutes after leaving him alone with this man, is not.

Your eyes frantically skirt over your boss's heaving corpse from your exposed position at his closing entrance. Watching in repulsed terror as his skin tears and bruises, familiar prayer beads falling out of his flesh like stuffing. - His eyes are rolled agonizingly into the back of his head, mouth opened in a scream. His blood sizzles against the maple of his desk and you can do little but stare in horror.

You flinch as the mainline on his desk starts to go off but you’re no sooner cringing at the way his arm breaks just to reach for it. Bloody fingers pushing the receiver, and cheeks tearing just to respond.

His unchanged voice somehow makes it all the more horrifying. “Hi, Souza. Thanks for getting back to me,”

“Yeah, do me a favor,” You back into the door. “Route about ten million to Geto-san’s organization under investment. And be a dear and sign the invoice for me, would ya?”

You’re gonna be sick.

“So, you’re out of a job now, huh?” You nearly yelp.

Geto-san’s standing just over you. “I’ve got a pretty similar position opened up,” He says casually. “‘Wanna work for me?”

You can barely push out a word. Which, kind man that he is, helps you out by deciding for you. “Ah, Great! I can break you in on Sunday. Here’s my card.”

He smiles kindly as you hesitantly pluck the laminated card from his fingers. Looking at you under mirthful eyes that chill more than they comfort.

“If you’re worried about pay, I can give you double of whatever that monkey gave you. Maybe a little extra if you’re as good as he says you are.”

But before you can recoil at the thought of being stuck under the same kind of boss, with the extra caveat of being a psychopath; he adds with a hint of challenge. “That is, if you can get rid of our friend for us.”

You follow his glance to the creature wearing your boss like a hand puppet.

Do you even have a choice?

Geto-san watches with a keen eye as you warily approach the blinking, bleeding corpse behind your late boss’s desk. Heels clicking slowly against his wooden floors, skin prickling at the thought of even getting close to this thing let alone touch it. There’s a smell that you notice as you move closer. A rotten, discrepant smell that pushes as much as it pulls. Aging, airless skin, barreling toward cell death; only marginally slowed by the alkaline smell of embalming fluid. Too old. Too sour.

But there’s something about it that almost — Hypnotizes. Evokes a kind of nostalgia that almost completely disarms you. Church pews and goatskin, leather hardbacks under frilly gloves; and those damn prayer beads. You can almost hear your grandmother’s voice. The minty sweet taste of stale candies tinted by the perfume in her purse. ~ Watching worship but not understanding it. A contact high of conviction. Your boss’s blood spills and it means something sacred, something reverent. And the closer you get, the more that sacrifice feels for the better.

You flicker a glance in Geto-san’s direction. This guy had this shit on standby?

It’s clammy when your fingers finally graze its skin. Sweaty and twitching, like every touch is a pinched nerve; like every stroke stimulates. There’s movement under the first layer, a hissing under the second. It’s mania seeps off of it in droves and the more you linger on it, the more your stomach twists.

You draw back your hand and rub over the difference in texture.

The room is temporarily endowed with smoke at the snap of your fingers.

They’re both gone when the vapor quickly dissipates, blood formerly staining expensive maple now replaced with its originally polished shine. As well as his chair, his area rug, and any other evidence that could connote what truly horrific fate the man in question had suffered in this very room.

Which is enough to send Geto-san into an ecstatic flurry of applause. “H-Holy shit. Where have you been all my life?”

He’s more focused on the way the weight in your lips shift rather than that being because of a frown. Regardless, you’re still a picture despite it. “You’re gonna fit nicely. — My address is on the card. Come by nine? I’ll have breakfast ready by then.”

He turns with a relaxed lilt toward the exit. “You and I are gonna have a lot of fun.”

The door clicks as the lock disengages.

“Don’t make me come looking for you.”

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starlxghtmoon · 3 years

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Spread Your Wings || Chapter Four

Pairing: Hawks x Reader || Tangled AU

Warnings: Manipulation in the beginning (Mother Gothel is manipulative and abusive as hell, let’s all be honest here)

Word Count: 3,605 words

A/N: To anyone who cares, I apologize for taking so long to write this up. I did warn that the updates will be slow, so please bear with me! I will get it out, it’s just gonna take time cause I’m super lazy and cannot sit and write out a movie for more than 10 mins ajklskowoik anyways, perfect time to get this chapter out cause it’s our favorite bird man’s birthday!! I love him sm aklajpwign enjoy more of my garbage writing!

Disclaimer: I do not own BNHA or Tangled, both and all characters except OCs [Mimi the cat] belong to their respective creators. This is purely creative fun.

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three || Chapter Five

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You dropped the frying pan you were holding with a squeal and immediately hid behind a piece of furniture as the unknown man fell to the ground. Cautiously, you peeked over top of the furniture piece you were hiding behind, seeing that the man only laid, face down on the ground, unmoving. For a moment you feared that he was dead, so you decided to see and make sure. Warily approaching him, frying pan in hand, you gently tapped at the back of his head. He made no move, but you didn’t trust it at all.

Letting out a heavy breath, stomach in knots, completely on edge, you looked over at Mimi for an answer and all she offered in return was a shrug with a soft purr. You looked back at the intruder and leaned forward once more, nudging his head to the side. Guard still up, your gaze darted back over to Mimi again, unsure what to do. The midnight black cat in question padded over to the crude painting your mother had left on the ground a few hours prior. She pawed at the painting and looked up at you, putting on an angry face, baring her own fangs.

You nodded and gripped the frying pan by the other side, using the handle to pull his upper lip back to see his teeth, clenching yours as you looked. Your expression dropped when you saw that he didn’t have razor sharp teeth like your mother had entailed.

“Huh.” You breathed before curiously prodding his hair from his face. Reeling back just in case he woke up and suddenly attacked you, you were taken aback by his handsome features. Your heart skipped a beat and your face grew a little warm as your gaze examined his features, taking in his side profile even though you knocked him out.

You leaned in a little to get a closer look at the way the sunlight from the window brushed across his face before suddenly, his eye snapped open. “Huh?” You gasped out loud and quickly slammed your frying pan into his head again, successfully taking him out once more.

“Oh god! Mimi! Mimi, what do I do!?” You shouted frantically, grabbing at the roots of your hair. You gasp again, “Oh my god! Mimi, we aren’t defenseless! I’m not defenseless!” You realized, eyes glittering as you giggled with excitement. “This will show her! Then she’ll let me see the lights!” You exclaimed happily, scooping Mimi up and spinning around with her in your arms. “We should probably do something with him… oh! Let’s surprise her!” You set the cat down and searched around the room with your eyes, mapping out a place to put the intruder until she got back. Your gaze settled on your large empty wardrobe. “That should do…” You mumbled to yourself and went to try to pick the man up, but stumbled back as soon as you tried to lift and pull him. “Oh wow, you’re much heavier than I thought…” You huffed, blowing your hair out of your face and picking yourself back up. “Hmmmm…” You put a finger to your chin as you examined his body, thinking up how you were gonna get him into the closet. And then a light bulb went off in your head. I’ve got it! You knocked your fist against the palm of your hand and began gathering up your hair to wrap around the intruder’s torso.

Once you had securely wrapped him up, you got a good grip on the slack of your hair and began tugging him in the direction of the wardrobe. The task was difficult, but not impossible. You grunted as you pulled him along, soon your back was slamming into the wardrobe from how hard you were pulling him. You panted as you dropped your hold on your hair and looked back at your wardrobe. This is gonna be much harder than I thought. You proceeded to unwrap him from your hair and swing open your wardrobe. This is gonna be a lot of trial and error.

You first tried to lift him into the wardrobe. Didn’t work. Then you tried to shove him in at full speed. Also didn’t work. Pray for this mans neck. And you tried to swing him into the closet with your hair. It worked, but now your hair was stuck. Thunk.

You sighed as you looked at his upside down figure in the wardrobe, arms and legs sticking out. That certainly wasn’t gonna work. You shoved him in legs first, pushing him back in and quickly slamming the doors closed. You let out a triumphant chuckle, dusting off your hands and walking away from the door. It worked… until the wardrobe swung open again and now, you were being crushed by the intruder’s unconscious body.

Whipping out the broom, you struggled to get him back in the wardrobe, jabbing at him and shoving him back with the broomstick. You successfully got the door closed, but his fingers were sticking out. “Hm?” You raised a brow and proceeded to poke his fingers back in. Success!

For extra measure, you grabbed a chair and propped it up against the doors to keep him from falling out again, frying pan in hand. “Okay, okay, okay. I’ve got a person in my closet.” You started as you backed away, on your guard again. “I’ve got a person in my closet.” You looked at your reflection in the mirror as you repeated your words, “I’ve got a person in my closet!” You exclaimed with an excited laugh, twirling the frying pan in your hand and dusting it off, “Too weak to handle myself out there huh, Mother?” You tossed the pan up and caught it, swinging it back and spinning it around your finger, “Well, tell that to my frying pan-” You knocked yourself right in the forehead with it, wincing in pain as you rubbed the sore spot. “Ow…” You mumbled before you noticed a satchel lying on the ground in the reflection behind you.

Curiously, you inspected it, the open flap just begging you to see what was inside. A sparkle of jewels caught your eye and you leaned down to take it. Carefully holding it in your hands, you examined the many pretty jewels decorating the piece. It was certainly beautiful, but you weren’t sure what it was for. It actually looked like an oversized bracelet. Very oversized actually.

“Hmm.” You tested the idea, sliding your arm through it, but it only hung from your wrist. Raising a brow, you looked over at your cat with a tilt of your head, seeking approval. She looked for a moment before firmly shaking her head. Taking it off your arm, you inspected it again, this time with a more scrutinizing gaze. Looking into the gems, you looked at Mimi through the crystal, seeing her shake her head again. Lowering it from your gaze, you turned toward the mirror, looking at your reflection. Maybe… You took the piece and placed it on your head. It rested nicely upon your hair. Looking at yourself with the accessory on, Mimi shook her head-

“Y/N!” You gasped, eyes widening in surprise.

“Oh!” You took the accessory off your head and stuffed it along with the satchel into a pot on the floor, rushing over to the window. Swinging the shutters open, you took your hair and tossed it onto the hook above the window, “One moment, Mother!” You called, lowering your hair down to her.

“I have a big surprise!” She announced while grabbing onto your hair.

“Uh, I do too!” You began pulling her up, chuckling a little under your breath.

“Ooh! I bet my surprise is bigger!”

“I seriously doubt it.” You mumbled as she sat up on the window sill.

“I brought back parsnips.” She announced as she swung her legs inside. “I’m going to make hazelnut soup for dinner. Your favorite. Surprise!”

“Well, Mother, there’s something I wanna tell you.”

She sighed, taking off her cloak and hanging it up. “Oh, Y/N, you know I hate leaving you after a fight. Especially when I’ve done absolutely nothing wrong.”

Her words ticked you off a little, you knew she was trying to redirect any wrong doing onto you, but you brushed it off, wanting to get to the point, “Okay. I’ve been thinking a lot about what you said earlier.”

“I hope you’re not still talking about the stars.”

“Floating lights.” You corrected, “And yes, I’m leading up to that.”

“Because I really thought we dropped the issue, sweetheart.”

“No, Mother, I’m just saying, you think I’m not strong enough to handle myself out there.”

“Oh, darling. I know you’re not strong enough to handle yourself out there.” She looked over her shoulder at you.

“But if you just-”

“Y/N, we’re done talking about this.”

“Trust me! I know what I’m-”

“Y/N.”

You reached for the chair holding your wardrobe closed. “Oh, come on!”

“Enough with the lights, Y/N!” She snapped, “You are not leaving this tower! Ever!” You stopped, blinking up at Midnight. You knew it was true, you always did. You knew that you weren’t going to be allowed to leave ever, but hearing her say it. Hearing her confirm it, hit hard. Your heart sunk into the deepest part of your stomach at the reality of the situation, the anger that flashed across her face, behind her eyes. You weren’t leaving ever.

Your mother plopped herself down onto a chair, “Ugh, great. Now I’m the bad guy.” She groaned, propping her head up on her hand. You drew your eyes away from her, gaze trailing up to your latest painting of yourself. Your heart ached with longing, your body filling with envy at yourself in that painting. You were never going to have what she had and you made her. You were never going to know the purpose of those lights, you were never going to know anything. And maybe... it was for the best.

“All I was gonna say, Mother, is that… I know what I want for my birthday now.” You stepped in front of the chair propped up against the wardrobe.

“And what is that?”

You hugged yourself, heart heavy as you looked at her. “New paint.” You simply said, “The paint made from the white shells you once brought me.”

“Well, that is a very long trip, Y/N. Almost three days’ time.”

“I just thought it was a better idea than the stars.” She thought about it for a moment before heaving a heavy sigh.

“You’re sure you’ll be alright on your own?” She stood from her seat and approached you.

You wrapped your arms around her in an embrace as she lifted her hands to pet your head, “I know I’m safe as long as I’m here.” She pressed a kiss to the top of your head and with that, you helped her prepare for her three day trip.

Seeing her off, you watched from the window as she headed for the opening of the cave that led to the tower. She stopped and turned to wave at you, to which you waved back before darting back inside in search for your frying pan.

Hesitantly, you approached the chair propped up against the wardrobe, carefully tugging it back and hiding behind it to pull yourself together with a deep breath.

“Okay.” You whispered to yourself as you took your hair and used it to pull open the wardrobe from your spot safely behind your chair.

You watch as the stranger’s limp body falls forward from the wardrobe and faceplants right in front of you. You gasp a little, watching him lying there before his body slowly slides forward so he’s fully lying on his front on the floor.

Proceeding with caution, you approach the unconscious stranger before letting out a soft, “Huh.” and looking around to figure out what to do with him.

You’d settled on setting him up in the chair and tying him down with your hair. Tugging him into the center of the room, directly under the light coming in from the sky light in the roof, interrogation style. Mimi was perched around his shoulders, curiously examining his unconscious face before attempting to wake him up for you. First, she tried pawing at his face, letting out a soft ‘meow’. When he didn’t budge, she glared at him a little with her feline eyes and swatted harder at his face before jumping back in a flash of fear. Once she realized that he still wasn’t waking up, she got bolder and pawed and swatted at him some more, even letting out an intimidating hiss. Still, with no response, Mimi went with a last resort decision and opted to lick his ear, effectively waking him up. He let out a groan of distaste and looked over at the cat in his state of drowsiness.

“The hell…” He grumbled upon seeing her and she rolled her eyes with sass in response before hoping off his shoulders. “Strange…” He mumbled before looking around, taking in his surroundings for a moment and looking down at his hands that were strapped down with… hair? Struggling against his restraints, his gaze followed the trail of hair leading from his chair. “Is this hair?”

“Struggling… Struggling is pointless.” You informed from one of the support beams of the roof. He looked confused as he tried to see where your voice was coming from.

“Huh?” You climbed down from the roof, gracefully landing on the floor as his eyes followed your venture down. Even though he saw you climb down, you still tried to hide and sound intimidating.

“I know why you’re here, and I’m not afraid of you.” You spoke, trying to put on a brave face, but only continued to further confuse him.

“What?”

You stepped out of the shadows and into the light, still wielding your frying pan, “Who are you? And how did you find me?”

“Aha…” He stammered, looking at you strangely.

“Who are you, and how did you find me.” You reeled back your frying pan, enunciating your words with a more firm tone. A warning indeed. You were not afraid to start swinging again.

He cleared his throat before speaking, “I know not who you are, nor how I came to find you. But may I just say…” He took on a dramatic tone before pausing and putting on a grin, “Hi.” You furrowed your brows, deeply confused and unimpressed. Is this… some sort of tactic…? Or is he just not all there…? “How you doing? The name’s Hawks.” Your gaze darted around as he continued, keeping your guard up, “How’s your day going? Huh?”

You scoffed in annoyance and confusion. What’s his game here? “Who else knows my location,” You gestured your frying pan at him, making him lean back away. “Hawks?”

“Alright, snow white.”

“Y/N.” You corrected.

“Gesundheit. Here’s the deal.” Hawks starts, “I was in a situation, gallivanting through the forest. I came across your tower and…” He stopped, seemingly realizing something. He looked around, slightly panicked. “Oh! Oh, no. Where is my satchel?”

You crossed your arms, looking at him with an arch of your brow, knowing you now have leverage. “I’ve hidden it. Somewhere you’ll never find it.”

“It’s in that pot, isn’t it?” He pointed out after looking around for a moment. To which, you knock him out once more with your frying pan. Brain damage be damned!

By the time he woke up again, Mimi was mid lick up his ear. With a shout, Mimi was knocked off his shoulder once more. She let out a hiss and a meow as Hawks tried to wipe his ear off against the fabric of his vermilion vest he wore.

“Would you stop doing that!?” He exclaimed, glaring at the cat as she sat herself down and began licking at her paw, grooming herself, unbothered.

“Now, it’s hidden where you’ll never find it.” He grumbled at you as you began walking around him with a flip of your hair. “So, what do you want with my hair? To cut it?” You waved your frying pan around carelessly before threatening him with it as you walked around him.

“What?”

“Sell it?”

“No! Listen, the only thing I want to do with your hair is to get out of it, literally.”

“You…” You stopped, slightly put off by his admission. “Wait. You don’t want my hair?”

“Why on earth would I want your hair.” He spoke, gesturing his hands around. “Look, I was being chased, I saw a tower, I climbed it. End of story.”

You were hesitant to accept this as the truth, afterall Midnight did warn you that men were evil and out to get you for your hair. You couldn’t tell if he was being deceitful or truthful. “You’re telling the truth?”

“Yes!” You waved your frying pan out to him, watching him skeptically as Mimi came up to you and circled around your feet, also glaring skeptically at the man called Hawks. The cat jumped up on his lap, tail swishing around behind her and stood against his chest, eyeing him intimidatingly as he stared back, slightly confused and taken aback. She growled low at him before jumping into your arms, keeping a watchful glare on him. He watched as you walked away from him, turning around so you could whisper to Mimi, her tilting her head and meowing in response.

“I know. I need someone to take me.” You whispered as she gave soft mews of assurance. “I think he’s telling the truth too.” You agreed. Mimi’s senses were never wrong. “He doesn’t have fangs.” She continued giving her responses, Hawks was trying to see what you were doing behind you, but was restricted to the chair as you talked to your cat. “But what choice do I have?” You sighed, finally coming to a decision and turning to him as he rocked in his chair, but you trusted that he wouldn’t break free. “Okay, Hawks. I’m prepared to offer you a deal.” You announced, beginning to walk away, tugging him along to face you.

“Deal?”

“Look here.” You began climbing up the archway to your most recent painting, the pull on your hair causing Hawks to spin around and fall over. You reached for the drapes hiding your painting, “Do you know what these are?”

He looked at your painting from his place on the floor. “You mean the lantern thing they do for the princess?” This information brought you relief. So you weren’t crazy. They really aren’t stars!

“Lanterns? I knew they weren’t stars.” You whispered to yourself, internally jumping for joy at the confirmation. “Well, tomorrow evening, they will light the night sky with these lanterns.” You pointed your frying pan at Hawks, “You will act as my guide, take me to these lanterns, and return me home safely. Then, and only then, will I return your satchel to you. That is my deal.” You wager, not taking any negotiations.

Hawks adjusted himself on the ground to lay on his side in the chair instead of his face with a grunt. “Yeah. No can do. Unfortunately the kingdom and I aren’t exactly simpatico at the moment, so I won’t be taking you anywhere.” He rejected, making you stare at him for a moment. You were dead set on seeing those lanterns, and he was going to take you to see them, buddies with the kingdom or not. You didn’t care. You looked over a Mimi, curious of her opinion, to which she tapped her paw against the other in a threatening manner, encouraging you to rock em sock em if he didn’t comply with your terms.

You jumped down from the archway and grabbed up your hair to begin tugging him toward you. “Something brought you here, Hawks.” You pulled him back upright. “Call it what you will, fate, destiny…”

“A horse.” He interjected, but you ignored him in favor of pulling him toward you.

“So I have made the decision to trust you.”

“A horrible decision, really.” He deadpanned as you kept going.

“But trust me when I tell you this.” You pulled him forward, tilting his chair and slamming your palm into the back of it to hold him steady and draw him close. “You could tear this tower apart brick by brick, but without my help, you will never find your precious satchel.” You spoke in a serious tone, actually putting him off for a moment at your determination.

He cleared his throat before speaking, “Let me just get this straight. I take you to see the lanterns, bring you back home, and you’ll give me my satchel back?” It sounded like he was actually considering the idea.

“I promise.” He looked at you skeptically. “And when I promise something, I never ever break that promise.” He raised a brow, encouraging you to further convince him. “Ever.” Mimi meowed in agreement.

“Alright, listen. I didn’t want to have to do this, but you leave me no choice. Here comes the smolder.” He looked down and looked back up at you with a face, making you raise a brow, completely unimpressed by his antics. He stared at you for a moment, noticing that it wasn’t working at all, “This is kind of an off day for me. This doesn’t normally happen.” He finally broke the face he was putting on and gave in, caving to your proposition, “Fine! I’ll take you to see the lanterns.”

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the-sunshine-dims · 3 years

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amnesia rewrite! (chapter 4)

ch 1 | ch 2 | ch 3 | ch 5 | ch 6 | ch 7 | ch 8 |

original fic

words: 2043

ao3

contents and warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, amnesia, kid!janus, Janus finally gets a hug himself, fluff,

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Roman couldn’t help but exhale a breath as he finished up explaining the situation to Remus and Virgil, “Any questions?”

To his relief, no one said anything, Virgil just shrugging at the question. He counted that as a small victory, especially since he was awful at explaining the answers to most questions, actually, why did he keep getting posted at the task of telling people when he was so bad at it? both Patton and Logan would be better at it than him, he was sure of it.

His train of thought came to a halt when Remus spoke up abruptly, his voice both more steady and more serious than Roman’s ever heard it “if that’s the situation then I think I need to stay away from him if J-J started sobbing when he found out the old king-y dude was all-'' he made a slicing of his neck motion along with the noise to go with it -“then I can’t imagine what his reaction would be if my thoughts voiced themselves like they usually do, while around him. So unless he actually asks for me, which I don’t think’ll happen, I’ll just hang out in the dark side, ooh! and I can experiment with the stuff that got banned for melting the floors! I wonder what would happen if I put it in cupcakes-“ he giggled maniacally to himself at the realization no one would be there to supervise him.

Roman cut him off, “I think for the most part your right, I don’t know how much he can handle right now, and we don’t want to overwhelm him, so yeah okay, Though I’ll make sure they’ll be someone to check on you so your not completely to your own devices because I imagine Janus wouldn’t want his room smelling like chemicals and.. whatever else you use for your... art projects.” He told him, ignoring the last bit of what Remus said. Honestly Roman was kind of proud of his brother, he was a lot more caring and considerate than he let on.

he gave him a small smile before quietly going “I’m glad Janus has you as a friend, you care about him.”

Remus rolled his eyes like a petulant teenager, it wasn’t like he was doing something super amazing for Janus Afterall, he was just being a generally decent person, he knew his presence might hurt Janus currently so he wasn’t actively going to be around him for a minute and sure yeah he cared about him but he cared for the sentiment slime goop in his room too so it wasn’t that big a deal.

As Roman and Remus continued their conversation Virgil slipped out of the room silently, unnoticed. not offering a reason for leaving.

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Janus walked down the corridor, fingers brushing against the walls, feeling the textures, every now and then the paint changed into a different color, he would guess it was Morality and Roman’s doing since it often went from soft light blues to vibrant reds, making only small breaks to show swirly designs in purples and dark blues. he liked to feel how the different paint changed the texture, even ever so slightly, it was kinda cool to him, and it was something to do while Roman and the others were busy-

he reeled back immediately as soon as he felt his face slam into someone, luckily it didn't hurt much as the crash was cushioned with soft fabric, regardless though embarrassment still curled up and made itself at home in the pit of his stomach as the realization of he ran into someone finally dawned on him.

After the initial shock subsided, he just started apologizing profusely “I’m sorry! I’m so so sorry!! I didn’t mean to run into you! Are you- are you okay?” He asked as he finally looked up to see who the side he ran into was,

Their face was pale and freckle-clad and.. he knew him!

He gasped excitedly as he began giddily clapping his hands “wait! Hi!! Anxiety I remember you!” He grinned, ignoring how anxiety still hadn’t spoken up, he used to be very quiet so maybe he’s just still like that, either way, he continued “actually Wait- I remember you with a different jacket.. but! I like this one. It's cool!! I like the purple patches!- oh!! Also, guess what! morality and Logic have names! Isn’t that cool?”

Virgil shrugged and Janus took that as an invitation to continue.

“Do you have a name too? I bet if you do it’s cool! Like Ummm… uh- what’s a cool name?” He pondered aloud, not able to think of anything besides names like thor-Bonecrusher or other stuff of that variety.

Anxiety once again shrugged and Janus accepted that well enough; maybe anxiety just didn’t have a name, so Janus didn’t push, but he did continue chattering on happily enough.

At some point, Virgil started to continue walking, if slowly, down the hallway, to where he was trying to go originally, Janus immediately following him like an excited golden retriever puppy as he talked about.. hell knows what, Virgil couldn’t keep track. But regardless of that, honestly, Virgil didn’t think he minded Janus’s presence as much as he thought he would, he was fully willing to just avoid him when He left the conversation with Roman and Remus, not because he would accidentally harm Janus like Remus- well he might Virgil.. tended to be way to blunt but sometimes with things that annoy him, and earlier he was pretty certain Janus would only annoy him, hell, earlier all he wanted to do was avoid Janus because he knew he was still Janus and quite honestly he didn’t want to deal with Janus.

Though honestly Janus himself, while kind of annoying and overdramatic, wasn’t.. awful, like Virgil pretended he was, he inwardly sighed before just ignoring that specific train of thought, something he was actually pretty accustomed and successful at doing.

As he got around to tuning back into what Janus was doing all he heard silence, which given any other time he may have been happy for But this silence is almost.. somber? He looked over quickly and found Janus looking at the floor as he walked, though much slower than before, hell now he was actually walking a distance behind Virgil.

He was already looking at Janus but he could only double-take as he heard a small voice go “I’m sorry…” it trailing off after a minute before continuing, obviously unsure of what it had done wrong but assuming it’d done something “I- I don’t know what I did but I’m sorry! I don’t wanna be mean I promise! If you just tell me what I did I won’t do it again I promise! I’ll be nice! I- ‘m sorry.. ’m sorry..” his voice cracked and got smaller as he wrung his hands nervously.

And Virgil could only quietly go “shit I messed up.” because he could recognize the signs as much as anyone that Janus was halfway to spiraling, and honestly, Virgil couldn’t blame him after all they were walking a very long 15 minutes because somehow the hallway went on forever, and Virgil doesn’t know 90% of what Janus said because he just stopped listening and on top of that he hadn’t even spoken a word to the kid- and that was weird to think of him as a kid, but he was, he was an impressionable, anxious kid who desperately wanted other people to like him, and that on top of anything meant he probably thought Virgil was just ignoring him for something he didn’t even remember doing.

And he could only panic quickly as Janus’s eyes remained dead set on the floor, and he didn’t know if Janus was trying to disappear into it or if it was him trying to hide the fact his eyes were starting to get glossy with unshed tears because he wholeheartedly thought Virgil hated him- and oh fuck he really did fuck up.

He tried to think of what Patton did to comfort him and in an act of pure panic brain, he scooped him up in a secure hug and hoped that would help.

The result was Janus going almost limp before starting to dry hiccup as he tried to force the tears away after a moment he just confusedly went “but- but you didn’t wanna talk to me And you were ignoring me and you looked really annoyed and-“ he started wiggling from Virgil’s hold “no- wait don’t worry you don’t have to be nice to me if you don’t like me- I promise you don’t have to!” He rushed in telling him, trying to scramble so he wasn’t leaning on Virgil and Jesus this was almost as bad as when they all went to Virgil’s room with how anxious Janus was, he could practically feel the anxiety radiating off.

And he realized he really did have to actually talk to Janus, he wasn’t gonna get less anxious just by getting a hug, Virgil wasn’t Patton he didn’t have that magical ability, so he loosened his hold on Janus just enough to get Janus to stop trying to accidentally on purpose fall onto the floor before just going “I don’t dislike you,” and just those words alone made Janus go completely still, so Virgil continued “and I didn’t mean to Ignore you I just got lost in thought, though that’s definitely not an excuse, because even if I didn’t mean to I did, but the important part is i- I like you,” he told him, not confidently, because while he knew he would be lying if he said he disliked him he didn’t have enough time to sort through his emotions to confidently say he liked him.

But regardless of how uncertain Virgil sounded, Janus still looked up at him with eyes so filled with hesitance but also soft gentle hope as he shakily went “promise? No lies?”

Virgil offered a small smile, “promise, no lies.” He repeated and Janus barreled into him in a hug,

And As Virgil wrapped his arms around the shortest side for the second time in five minutes which has got to be some kind of record- he realized hey he was a lot better at this whole comforting thing than he thought he would be, which wasn’t really saying a lot but hey.

After a while of just standing there, the awkwardness and strain of standing still in a random hallway motivated Janus to unwrap his arms from around Virgil and retrieve his face from his being buried in Virgil’s chest.

And that only made it more awkward because now they were both just standing in the hallway literally just staring at each other.

So Janus, deciding he hated when stuff was awkward just went “do you know anything fun to do? I’m bored and morality and Logic and Roman are all busy.”

Virgil visibly thought to himself about options before going “are you in a movie mood or music mood? Or if you’re in none of them we might just have to kidnap Roman and see if he has ideas.”

Janus hummed before just happily going “I like music!” practically bouncing on the balls of his feet.

Virgil smiled before he got an idea, “do you like my chemical romance?” He asked and Janus seemed confused at what that was but eventually decided if Virgil liked it then Janus will like it too, so Janus just nodded in reply and just Virgil grinned.

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Later Logan had to ask them to quiet down because he needed to work and couldn’t focus and he was almost certain that they were gonna damage their eardrums since he could hear the loud shouts of the lyrics coming from the speakers while in the kitchen, though, even if he failed at getting them to turn it down he was glad they were getting along, Janus was practically bouncing with how gleeful he was, even Virgil had a small smile on his face, so logan supposed even if later they had headaches from the blasting music as long as they were still happy it would be okay in the long run.

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ghouls-dream · 5 years

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Ait so that’s the promised smut, sinners. Enjoy!

Dewdrop x Reader

(WARNING!!! SMUT, +18, NSFW for days and please don’t read if you’re too sensitive) I hope you like it guys, I was really nervous before posting it bc I’ve never been this descriptive sooo uhh :”) love u.

“Intoxication“

What was the time again? I didn’t even bother to look once again at the old, stupid clock, hanging over the stone wall. However my eyes unintentionally glimpsed at it. ‘Fuck dammit’ my mind swore. Was it because I did what I really didn’t need to do, or because of the hour. Exactly three thirty in the fucking morning and my head was spinning… Maybe the alcohol was finally kicking in? Or maybe it was the combination of my exhausted self and… Well the damned alcohol. Being a witch in the Church of Ghost, having Imperator as your class teacher and constantly being torn between the need to leave because of pressure, or burn yourself voluntarily was all leading to this state of… Mind?! Or insanity. I was drained - emotionally and physically. Striving to fulfill Imperator’s expectations wasn’t an easy thing and honestly - I was close to giving up on that “fantasy”. I wouldn’t sacrifice my own liver because someone has ambitions bigger than their ass. Alcohol had never been my friend. We weren’t even acquaintances to be fairly honest! Maybe perfect strangers described our “relationship” the best. That night - I didn’t care and that was probably my biggest mistake. Or at least that’s what the sober part of my mind (what was left from it) was trying to tell me. Did I listen? Obviously not, since my legs were already leading me out of my chambers.

I felt myself swinging from side to side, with each step becoming lighter than before, with only one thing on my mind. Only one person to be exact… And to be even more precise, it wasn’t even a person. It was something between a human and a demon, but Hell knows how much I had a taste for trouble and horrible men… Human or not. And Dewdrop was a perfect choice - or at least he seemed like one right now.

I wasn’t sure what I was looking for - sex, fucking, talk, another drink, a shoulder to cry my exhaustion on? It was either all of the things or none, but I was about to find out. One thing I knew for sure - he wouldn’t have hesitated to have me, since his dirty hands, mind, tongue and whatever the hell other part of his body you can think of, was at some point in contact with my own. We’ve always been like magnets me and him… Attracting one another then one of us turns around and… Boom! We don’t speak for weeks until the one of us gives up and… And creates some gossip for the curious Sisters of Sin.

Enough of that… Now more than ever I just wanted to get straight to his room, which seemed like a mission impossible, but then.. A miracle happened! Or at least I hoped it did - I was finally standing before a door. The third door to be exact. I looked around myself, feeling a slight episode of giggle coming out, but luckily - my reflexes were still strong. I put a hand to cover my idiotic chuckles as the other one knocked on the ghoul’s door. 'Shit I hope it’s you’ I thought to myself, realizing what I was doing few moments after. I waited and waited… And waited, until I was almost ready to make an attempt and leave, but the door suddenly opened. My eyes immediately locked on his icy-blue ones, which didn’t make my knees weak, strangely enough… But just fed my need to laugh even harder! And so.. I did!

“Well someone is knocked out…” his raspy, sleepy voice fonded my ears. I blinked a few times before taking a hold of the wall and answered.. Maybe a little too louder than neccessery “Wanna finish me off?” There’s no need to say that the attempt of me trying to sound as seductive as possible was more than miserable. I was making a fool of myself… And strangely enough - I loved it because I couldn’t care less. I let out another chuckle, shaking my head. Dewdrop raised his eyebrows, before putting a playful smirk dance on his lips and spoke quietly “Yeah, there are two things I’m not really into - necrophilia and rape, so I’d pass.”

“But I’m not dead?” I laughed loudly, before feeling his hand dragging me inside his room. He seemed pissed for some reason? Was it me? I gasped slightly at his sudden move, before feeling my back hitting the door that locked behind me. Only now I could see Dew fully. He was still having his black pants on, while his shirt was gone, leaving him only with his not-so-well-defined abs and tattoed, bruised body. I instantly bit my lip as his hands went on both sides of my arms. His eyes were piercing me like spears and it felt… Absolutely insane. “You reek of alcohol, Y/N. Which means you’re drunk. Therefore you’re not thinking straight and that by itself means rape. So my answer is no. Try again in the mornig. I promise you, you’d like it better” Dewdrop whispered against me - his hot minty breathe hitting my lips… And there it was. The weakness in the knees. It showed! Finally - all joined the “game” - my weakness for him, the alcohol and my hormones. All were thriving!

“But I want you…” I whispered, getting closer to his lips as my hands wrapped around his neck. My body immidiately relaxed as I almost dragged him down, before he caught me up and scoffed “The alcohol wants me, not you” “No I do!” I chuckled. Dew rolled his eyes, letting out a deep sigh as I continued my teasing “Come on… I’ve heard "stories” about your… Er… Tastes? The ropes and shit. You like BDSM? I’ve never tried. Come on, give me a ride, Dew. Should I go down on my knees and wait fo…��

"Woah, woah, woah. Who the fuck told you all this?” finally he laughed as well, still holding onto my arms tightly. His blue eyes locked onto mine. He seemed entertained. Finally! I was starting to figure out what I actually came here for… “The sisters? Some of the girls you’ve fucked before? Come on i’m starting to feel less special… I’ll tell Imperator Dewy doesn’t wanna have fun with mee” my voice instantly became a lot more high pitched and childish. The ghoul didn’t seem to like that, judging by his strict expression and the frown. His face became darker, even his lips formed a thin red line… And the weakness in my knees grew bigger in proportion of my heart race.

I swallowed slowly, feeling his grip over my arms becoming a little tighter. The atmospheric change could be sensed as well. It was getting harder to breathe… And also hotter. But maybe that was the Jack Daniels reminding me of himself and my bad decisions. “As much as I want to tuck you in bed, I also want to get you down on your knees and shut that pretty little mouth with something big enough to silence it.” his voice spoke. The way he didn’t even sound angry was making it unbelievably creepy… Because I could feel the rage radiating through his pores. The knot in my throat grew bigger as I opened my mouth slightly and managed to whisper “Please… I want you.” “How? With or without the ropes?” Dewdrop whispered, still not breaking the contact between our eyes. I could sense how he was trying his best not to rip my clothes off.. Because I was feeling exactly the same. My heart was pounding like crazy as his fingers started dancing over my bare arms all the way to my cleavage, pulling it gently just so he could tease me… And he was succeeding! I swallowed hardly finally, before hearing the warm summer wind through the cracks of the stones. One of the near candles was put out as my eyes quickly fixated on the thin smoke. And then my mind was striked… With probably another bad idea.

“Wax” I simply whispered out, stepping a little more confident on my feet. My eyes finally met his confused ones. Dew questioned me “Wax?” “Yes. Use it.” I responded. “It will hurt. You can’t just do it with any wax..” the ghoul tried to speak reason into my already aroused self. I pressed my hips to each other, feeling the wetness growing between them as I whispered next to his lips “Then let it hurt.”

And that was all needed. All needed for Dewdrop to put the most sinister of smiles over his face. He pressed his thin lips onto mine, creating the blissful sensation of euphoria in my body that I craved for so long. His long fingers tangled in my hair, getting a hold of it, his tongue fighting with mine… Pure primitive instincts for domination.

I felt my legs walking again. This time they were led by the ghoul, walking backwards to his bed. While his left hand was pressing me towards his chest, the other one was desperately trying to find something else rather than my hair. This moment he separated from me, leaving me absolutely breathless with… Probably arrhythmia and spoke, while panting “Get on your knees.” Done. I immidiately did what I was told as I watched him taking out on of the candles from its candlesticks. Dewdrop then turned to me, smirking down at my aroused persona “Take off the dress”

Done. Once again without hesitation from my side. My shaky and excited hands quickly removed the black lacy piece of clothing, before throwing it to the side. That was obviously amusing to watch since Dewdrop let out a deep chuckle as he blew out the candle “So impatient… I bet you’ll regret it” “I bet I… Oh!” I tried to speak out, before I felt the hot wax dripping over my exposed skin. It was burning. It felt like hot blades piercing my skin… But just for few seconds. After that it wasn’t this bad at all… Until it hit my left nipple. Dew knew exactly what he was doing. It was entertaining to him for sure!

I squeezed my eyes, letting out a small whimper the moment the wax made a contact with my right one. “You sure you still want that? You can always give up, girly..” the ghoul reminded me, still watching from above. I opened my eyes just to see the blue shades in his gaze becoming… Darker. Filled with lust. Arousal! “Yes…” I moaned out the moment he bent the candle once again and the wax hit the skin over my collarbone. “Oh, I love that sound…” Dew remarked. My gaze immidiately shifted to the growing buldge in his black pants. And suddenly… I couldn’t feel the pain of the burn. Only the need to have whatever it was in there inside me. One way or another!

My hands instinctivly traveled to his zipper, pulling it down slowly, still not breaking the visual contact between us. Dew clenched his jaw which made me smirk. Now I was the one in power! My fingers quickly unbuckled his belt as I pulled his black pants down, along with his boxers… But before that - I made sure to give his still covered memeber the “attention” it deserved. My lips roamed the tip of his head, while my eyes enjoyed th faces Dewdrop pulled off - lip bitting, brows coming together.. He was fighting the urge to shove it in my mouth. Even his hand was giving him out - that poor candle was at the point of breaking thanks to his grip.

“Suck it. Suck it now!” he finally hissed at me, before pulling down his boxers and forcing my mouth into it. I squeezed my eyes immdiately. My reflexes were telling me to pull back, but his hand went behind my head, pushing me to take him all in. His member was hitting that certain spot deep down in my throat that was making me slightly regret my decision… But I did my best not to make much more noises than needed.

Seconds after I started choking, while holding onto Dew’s hips. He grabbed a fistfull of my hair, pulling me away just so he could bend over to my level and “reward me” with the most content, terribly… Insanely aroused face he could pull and a sinnister smirk. He whispered against my face as tears started falling down my eyes. Not because I hated what I was doing, but because it was unexpected… And rough. And I loved it! “I’ll fuck the drunk out of you and leave you sore and sober for days, Y/N.” And this was the moment I lost my words. My mouth formed a small o-shape due the shock of his sentence, but then… Then again I met his member up close. This time not so roughly - Dew felt merciful (on himself of course) for once and only pushed my head towards it. My tongue knew what to do - it licked every inch of his lenght all the way to the tip of the head, where it stopped. Circles and small sucks were all that this specific spot received from my side. “Look at me!” he commanded, reminding me of that action. I immidiately locked eyes with him.

Dew was a frowning, grunting, sweating mess. I smirked to myself before making an attempt to take as much as possible of his erection in my mouth, despite the pain from the sudden deep-throat. My eyes never leaving his as I bopped my head back and forth. And then again… I felt his hand roughly pushing my head towards his member. I squeezed my eyes, gripping his thighs once again, before sensing how my limit was close. I gagged lowdly, as I felt Dewdrop’s hand pulling and pushing my head towards himself… Moans and swears in latin, leaving his mouth. Music for my ears! It was all worth it - mutually! The wetness between my legs was starting to almost drip like the hot wax from few minutes ago….

“Oh, fuck, Y/N!” he growled one last time before tilting his head back. I thought that this was the end of him… But i was wrong and naive. And he - experienced a lot more than me. My tongue was desperately trying to give his member the needed attention - swirling around the lenght of his erection, even my fingers joined the game. I finally opened my eyes just to see him starin at me. Dew whispered “You little harlot… Lay down on the bed and spread your fucking legs for me”. Third time - done! The softness under my back devoured me as I felt the world spinning slightly… Luckily the slight breeze brought me back to my senses, just to find myself beneath Dewdrop’s body. His lips immidiately crashed onto mine - hungrily kissing and abusing them as I traced my nails over his back, leaving red marks. My hips instinctivly buckled up towards his erected member.. All I needed was some sort of friction! Even a touch would have been enough at this point!

Dewdrop chuckled above me, before bitting my lip as I gasped. Everything was so unexpected with him and it was driving me insane! And closer to the edge, which was actually pathetic having in mind he didn’t even touch me the way I needed him to! “Nice nipples you have there…” he whispered towards my lips as I felt his skillfull fingers moving dangerouly close to my right nipple. 'Oh, no..! The wax!’ I thought to myself as I felt the slight pain of his actions - Dew “ripped” the sitffened wax of my sensitive spot and I gasped, arching my back. He smirked before doing the same to the other one… Sweet pain was shooting through my body as I whimpered.

“Should I take it further and drip some hot, melted wax over….” his seductive voice whispered in my ear as I felt his fingers traveling down my body towards my wet, throbbing core. Once they touched it, I instantly moaned, feeling how they sunk deep into me.“Here?” he finished his sentence. “No! No please not there!” I begged throwing my head back to the his pillow. Dew pumped his fingers a few seconds just enough to drive me insane and almost make me come… The knot in my stomach was getting tighter with each movement, before he pulled his two fingers out of me and gave my mouth a hard, passionate kiss.

Immidiately after that I felt his member entering me, making me widen my eyes in surprise as I moaned loudly into his mouth. Dewdrop moved in agonizing speed… It wasn’t too fast, but far from being enough to make me each of us come. The moment he separated his lips from mine, his hand got a hold of my neck and squeezed it slightly. I gasped. “That’s right, Y/N… Tell me now how much you love to get railed by half-demons! I bet you’re so proud of yourself, girly…” Dew remarked as his hair gotten into his face the more and more he thrusted into me. My limbs were way too numb to try and move it away and even if they were capable of doing it, I’d probably get denied by him. Dew’s suddenly pinned my wrists down to the bed, still keeping his speed as my moans became louder and a lot more desperate.

“P-Please…” I managed to speak out. “Please what? Say it and you’ll have it” the ghoul whispered. Looks like the words were true after all - the devil is not an little red man with horns and a tail… Instead he’s a fully grown man with tail, horns and a dirty mind that would make even Satan blush in shame. “Come! Make me come!” I shouted out arching my back as I felt what was left from the wax on my chest breaking. This shot another small sensation of pain through my body as I opened my eyes. Dew smirked at me, before tightening the grip around my wrists… they were starting to hurt.

Suddenly he flipped me over to my stomach. I gasped in surprised as he once again separated my legs as he moved between them. And again - that well known feeling of his member entering my throbbing core. I moaned as he started to thrust harder in me, his hand pulling my hair to his chest as the other one started playing with my sensitive clit. I squeezed my eyes, feeling the bubble in my stomach ready to burst before he growled… Almost inhumanly “Veni!” And for the last (hopefully) forth time this night… I did what i was told. The sweet release of my orgasm hit my body like a lightning, paralyzing every part of my limbs. I got a hold of the wooden bedframe, panting wildly as I felt Dew’s release inside. Still gripping my hair, but this time kissing my left shoulder, he breathed out “A-Are… Are you sober already? Or should we go for round two?”

“No, no… No!” I chuckled, feeling how Dewdrop was pulling me into his soft, warm embrace. He spun me around swiftly, being careful not to make me completely lose control of myself, as he stared into my eyes. “You seem tired” I remarked, gently brushing his cheek with my knuckles as I gave him a sweet smile. My body relaxed into his arms as he made us both lay down on the bed, me putting his head on his chest as Dew whispered “Tired of your bullshit, yeah.” “You dickhead! I’ll never fuck you again!” I squeeled out jokingly, hitting him with his pillow as he laughed, before pulling me back into his arms “We both know that’s a lie… Now rest. You’ll need it.”

#dewdrop ghoul #dewdrop #ghost bc #the band ghost #ghost #the nameless ghouls #dew

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mazojo · 5 years

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RFA High School First Kiss AU Headcanons

Soo I did a thing so yea lol

Yoosung

He would be a gamer and often would be playing games in his laptop in class instead of actually working.

MC and him would meet because the teacher assigned both of them to work on a school project.

Yoosung gets all nervous when he sees MC is his partner because since she became a transfer student last month he always thought she was cute.

MC and Yoosung get to know each other while meeting to work.

Although often Yoosung would complain about how boring the topic was (geography wasn't one of his strongest subjects), in contrast to when he worked with other partners, he never played games in front of MC to slack off as he preferred staring at her concentrated face when she read.

She would never go for a gamer and a loser

He is bummed™ when they present the project, she will probably never talk to me again.

His friends from the gaming club always tease him that MC would never date someone like him.

Until one day she came into the gaming club asking if there was room for one more member.

Shooked Yoosung, like the heart eyed emoji. sHE LikES GaMEs??!

MC and him grow close quickly and go everywhere together.

But she would never fall for a guy like me...

One day MC and Yoosung are playing a LOLOL tournament at his house, both comfortably sitting next to each other

MC was killed but Yoosung was still on and boi was he going to win, I mean the new skin was cool but MC was at his side so there was no loosing.

He wins, his heart thumping from the excitement and MC cheering

In the spur of the moment he grabs MC’s face and kisses her fiercely.

Oh god this is what heaven is like

Wait what am I doing

Crap.

He quickly pulls away cheeks tinted every shade of red, suddenly the floor seemed very interesting

MC has this goofy look on her face

“Finally”

I knew it, she is going to totally hate me and now we won’t play anymore and-

Wait did she said finally?

Yoosung finally looks up from what seemed an eternity and MC has an adorable flushed look

“I’ve been waiting for this moment, you look adorable when you blush”

Yoosung has left the chatroom

Zen

Zen is obviously one of the popular kidZ who is in the drama club and participates in sports all the time.

When MC transferred he walked up to her and introduced himself with his usual flirty demeanor, MC gaining quite some dirty looks from his fan club.

He would stare at her all the time in class and when they had gym he would often show off in hopes of catching MC’s stare.

Zen was surprised when MC walked into auditions for the play that they were preparing for, Romeo and Juliet cliche but effective aye

Just when he thought she was walking up to the director, she turned to head into the VFX room

Huh? She isn't going to audition? but with that face of hers and mine on stage the seats would fill up.

Zen obviously gets Romeo’s role and this other popular girl called Echo girl gets Juliet’s role.

Zen passes all the time he is not on stage in the VFX room with MC and the other backstage kids.

God her laugh is so beautiful and imagine those lips as my Juliet.

Echo girl fumes every time he heads to that room, that girl will pay.

Its the day before the show and MC agreed to help Zen out with some line reading and they were meeting outside the school yard.

Echo girl overheard their plan and just when everyone was leaving rehearsal she locks MC up in the VFX room alone, her phone battery dead.

Its 4pm and Zen is waiting for MC outside school and he’s getting a little worried.

She’s probably fixing some things for tomorrow’s show, Ill go check on her.

As he approaches the VFX room he hears door banging and he frowns.

“MC?”

“Zen I am trapped in here, someone locked me up. help!” He instantly recognized the sweet voice and his heart drops.

She is scared of enclosed spaces.

Who dares play a prank like this on her.

He thinks about barreling down the door but spots the keys lying on the floor nearby and opens it.

MC throws herself over Zen, his heartbeat accelerating as tears stroll down her eyes.

When she lets go he grabs her by the hip in a passionate kiss, the world spinning and they separate when they need to grasp some air, nothing like the kisses he had at rehearsal or the ones he often imagine having with her.

God let her be my Juliet.

Jaehee

Jaehee is student council queen and one of the top students.

She quickly befriends MC as she is asked to show her around school when she is transferred.

MC is more carefree than Jaehee and they balance each other out perfectly, Jaehee specially loves their sleepovers where they get to watch musicals together and sing out loud like the dorks they are.

Everyone low-key thinks they are a couple but Jaehee always denies it, they are best friends and she is totally straight right?

One day at lunch a guy walks over to their cafeteria spot, Jaehee’s eyebrow shooting up slightly.

The guy nervously faces MC, completely ignoring Jaehee and lifts up a flower at her

A single flower? Please, at least show up with a whole bouquet.

“MC, you are pretty, I am too, do you wanna hang out?”

Jaehee rolled her eyes and something was simmering inside her... was she jealous? no that cant be it, or can it?

As MC stayed quiet and she was clearly not needed in that moment Jaehee stood up and exited the cafeteria to compose her thoughts

She didn't realize she was gritting her teeth until she was outside, finally able to catch her breathe.

Compose yourself Jaehee, you can’t like her, she is your best friend and clearly doesn't sees you as nothing else, you would ne-

Her spinning thoughts are interrupted by a hand placed on her shoulder, making her turn around making her almost trip.

“MC? Wh-what are you doing here?”

“Well someone here rudely left our lunch date and I was wondering if she was okay”

Jaehee keeps staring at her lips as she speaks, suddenly realizing how often she did that

She doesn't like you like that

“I... How did things go up with that boy huh? one flower... seems like a catch” She failed tried to keep the bitterness out of her tone and MC wrinkled her face slightly.

“Umm nah he's not my type and besides, I have my eyes on someone else”

Jaehee catches MC’s eyes as they are looking deeply at her, trying to figure her out.

Of course she likes someone, what else did I expect?

Time seemed to slow down as MC places her hand on Jaehee’s cheek as if asking for permission

Wait what?

They kissed and the world seems to slow down, all the hidden feelings and longing stares wrapped up in that perfect moment.

I guess I am not as straight as I thought huh

Saeyoung

Saeyoung was the leader of the computer science club and knew almost everyone at school, so of course he noticed when MC transferred.

He was his usual jokester self and found MC’s replies refreshing, finally someone who doesn't roll their eyes or just sighs at my awesome jokes.

Saeyoung missed classes quite a lot but he was always a straight A student. The times he did come to class, he made sure to sit with MC.

If I am going to be stuck at this prison for the minimum attendance hours, at least be with someone with an actual sense of humor

Plus her laugh is adorable.

Although he missed classes often, he always came to lunch and sat with MC

One day he didn't appear in his usual sit at the lunch table and MC worried.

MC didn't know crap about computers but she was determined to finding the red haired boy so she headed over to the computers room at lunch time the next day when he still hasn't showed up.

Saeyoung was concentrated typing away in a computer, the screen was filled with complicated symbols and letters, MC just stared at it confused.

“Brought you some snacks” MC says in hopes to catch his attention, placing some honey Buddha chips and Dr Pepper at his side, his favorites.

Startled, he quickly turned around and changed the computer screen.

Huh? Why is she here? I cant afford a distraction right now, how much did she-

“I am worried about you Saeyoung, I have tried to let it slide but why do you skip classes so much? and now lunch? Come on, we’ve been friends for a while and you can trust me, I-”

“MC go away, I am doing something and you are distracting” He couldn't let her know the shady businesses of his past, she was too pure for that

he should have known better than to let her in.

“You bet your ass I am not going away, I want to help you out, can’t you see that?” She plopped herself on the seat behind him.

“No” she cant be a part of this messed up world, he had to push her out of it “dont you see MC? You were just a distraction, I would never be friends with someone like you” He turned around on his seat to face the monitor, he couldn't bare seeing her face

It would be nice having someone to talk to.

MC rolled her eyes “Come to someone else with that crap Saeyoung, I care about you and we can solve this together”

Saeyoung started typing and ignoring MC. Please go away, I dont want to hut you.

A few minutes pass by and there is only silence. Saeyoung lays back on the chair covering his face with his hands. Good. She walked away. I nee-

In that moment his chair spins around and he is left facing MC. She grabs his face and kisses him with urgency and passion. He returns the kiss with longing, losing himself in the moment, please save me

As they pull away Saeyoung realizes he lost the battle. He needs her and maybe, just maybe, she needed him as well.

Jumin

Mr trust-fund kid is quite popular for his money and looks in high school

However he rejects all the girls and finds it a waste of time to hear their squeaking voices all the time asking about his dad’s company

As he didn't pay attention to the other students, he didn't noticed MC when she transferred, until one day she came up to him at lunch.

“Hi, I am MC and I heard you were quite good at math so I was wondering if you could help me out with something”.

Jumin and everyone else were surprised to see someone approach him.

He liked eating lunch by himself on a table in the corner of the cafeteria reading his book.

She just wants your money, I've heard this one before.

“Look I don't actually have access to my dad’s bank account so if you want donations to your charity case or problem speak with the bank directly” He was quite used to others approaching him for money, it was no different.

MC frowns and throws an exasperated sigh “What money? I dont want your lunch money. My math teacher just told me someone named Jumin Han was good at finances and I was wondering if you could help me calculate some things, that’s all.”

MC was oblivious to Jumin’s financial and social situation as she was new and wasn't taking no for an answer

Jumin actually looks up from his book and sees her for the first time. So she doest know about C&R?... I am good at finances so maybe ill see what she needs briefly.

Jumin nods to the door and both of them head out leaving everyone shocked.

MC explained she was planning on doing a fundraiser for a cat rescuing charity her parents owned and needed some help with the costs of holding the event.

Cats? I do love cats and finances, Ill help her out.

She treats me like I am normal, like we could be normal friends.

They work together for the event, not once talking about Jumin’s company or dad for a change of pace.

She is quite.... unique.

Cute.

The day of the event Jumin attends to help MC out, they are even giving away some cats in order to bring awareness to the foundation.

“Jumin look at this one! isn't she a cutie? I think she would totally match your handsome royal aesthetic wouldn't she?” she points to a white kitten laying in a princess like pose.

“Handsome...?” Jumin raises his eyebrow slightly and realizing she said that out loud MC blushes furiously and looks away.

Huh, I think I liked that.

Handsome.

“I-I mean yo-you ca-” Jumin blocks out what she is saying as he just stares at her lips and the sudden desire to lean in and examine them. Feel them.

As MC scratches her neck sheepishly he grabs the back of her head and pulls her in to a longing kiss that seemed to last forever.

How long have I been holding that?

She is the one, the girl I need in my life.

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artificialqueens · 5 years

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Words Hurt: Chapter 3 (Brooke x Yvie) - ImposterZoe

AN: This is the last chapter but let me know if you guys want an Epilogue! IZ

Yvie breezed out of the elevator on an all-time high. As he started dragging his suitcase down the hallway, he couldn't help but dance a bit. His smile could've split his face in half as he started to hum.

Smiling, humming, dancing. Yvie hadn't even gotten a real kiss yet but just knowing that Brooke wanted him left him acting like a sap.

Just as he deposits his suitcase in his room, he hears Scarlet call him.

"Hey Yvie! You're looking better." The other man calls as he walks down the hallway.

Before Yvie can stop himself, he launches down the hall, grabbing Scarlet's hands and twirling with him, laughing as Scarlet stumbled over his own feet.

"Oh my extremely rhythmically challenged friend. I am on top of the motherfucking world!" Yvie lets out his first real laugh in days as he continues to "dance" with Scarlet.

"Yvie, are you dancing with Scarlet? What are you tryna do to my poor eyes?" Shuga laughs behind him.

Spinning on his heel, Yvie faces Shuga with a broad smile.

"Girl, I'm feeling better than I have in days! I decided to celebrate with my chemistry lady here!" Yvie throws his arm around Scarlet's shoulders.

Shuga pops an eyebrow. "Well if you're feeling so good Miss Thing, a bunch of us are hanging out in Ariel's room. You both should come."

Yvie and Scarlet share a glance. Yvie honestly couldn't care less.

"We'll come," Scarlet announced.

"Come on." Shuga leads them to Ariel's room. As soon as he walked in, Yvie could tell something was up, although his emotional high dulled his apprehension.

"Hey Yvie," Nina mumbles with a motherly smile. Shuga shuts the door behind them and Scarlet placed his hands on Yvie's shoulders, leading him to a chair.

Shuga had said a bunch of them were here and he wasn't lying. The room was filled with concerned faces and Yvie couldn't help but feel a little deflated as he realized Brooke wasn't there.

"Hidey-O," he greeted as he sat down.

Before anyone could say anything further, Yvie spoke again.

"I know I broke down on the bus. That shit wasn't cute. It was a bad day and I overloaded. I'm better now. And if that's all," he stands and walks to the door. "I have somewhere to be."

Then he breezes out the door, leaving behind stunned faces.

"Well that's a intervention gone to waste," Nina mumbles.

Yvie's walking back to his room when he has an idea.

He whips out his phone to call Brooke.

"Hey, Yvie," Brooke purrs into the phone.

Yvie hastily spits out his words before he loses his nerve. "Let's go out to dinner. Like, right now." He promptly cringes at his harsh tone. "I mean...if you want to."

On the other end of the phone, Brooke had a smiling red face.

"Are you asking me on a date Yvie?"

Brooke's tone makes Yvie even more tongue-tied.

"I..erm...uh...yes?" It comes out like a question.

Brooke laughs. "Since I'm pretty sure that's a question, I'll answer it. Yes, you asked me on a date and yes I would love to meet you for dinner. I'll pick the place and meet you in the lobby in an hour. Ok?"

"Yes?" Yvie asks again. Brooke laughs again. "See you in an hour." And then he hangs up.

Yvie stands there a minute before rushing back to Ariel's room. He burst in, pleased to see that everyone was still there.

"Nina, I need your help!" He calls, rushing in and grabbing the older man's hand.

He pulls Nina out, rushing him to his room.

He sits Nina on the bed and explains his situation.

"Lemme get this straight. Within half an hour of Brooke admitting he likes you, you ask him on a date. And he says yes despite the fact you couldn't string a sentence together. And now you want my help to make sure you don't do that on your date." Nina looks Yvie dead in the eye. "Do I have it right?"

Yvie nods an affirmative. Nina sighed, remembering when Vanjie had come to him with the same problem.

"Yvie, if Brooke likes you, he likes you for you. Anything I say will not help you be more you."

Yvie sighs, knowing Nina was right. Then he noticed Nina going to his suitcase. Digging through the case he takes out the outfit Yvie wore to his Whatcha' Packin' video.

"But I did hear him say that he thought you looked hot as hell in this look." Yvie promptly snatches the clothes and dashes into the bathroom.

"Thanks Nina!" He yells through the door.

"I expect to be the first to hear the outcome of this date!" Nina calls on his way out.

"Ok!" Yvie calls back. He checked his phone and realized that he only had 30 minutes before he had to meet Brooke. It was crunch time.

[Meanwhile]

As soon as Nina shut Yvie's door, his phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Nina! I need help! I have a date with Yvie in 30 minutes and I can't figure out what to wear!" Brooke shouts in Nina's ear.

Nina pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs.

"First off, where are you going?"

"Oh, I know an odd little diner a couple miles away. He'll love it!" Brooke says brightly.

Nina sighs. "Ok. You know your denim jumpsuit? Yvie loves you in it. I've heard him say it."

"Ok. Thanks Nina! You're the best."

"Uh huh. Yeah. Don't screw it up."

Brooke just hangs up, immediately digging out his jumpsuit. He checks how much time he has left and shrieks as he realizes he has 20 minutes left.

With a fair amount of shrieking from both date participants as time clicked down, they both find themselves rushing downstairs with exactly a minute and a half to go.

They hurried to the lobby, Yvie catching the elevator and Brooke rushing down the stairs. Brooke only paused for a second when he remembered to order an Uber.

The stair exit was across from the elevator, the walk over leaving enough time for anxious thoughts. Well an anxious thought.

They were both just thinking, "I hope I don't screw this up," over and over again.

They approach each other and somehow Yvie is the first to speak.

"Hey Brooke. Have I ever told you I love that jumpsuit?"

Brooke blushes and fingers his outfit.

"Oh this old thing? Thanks. That outfit is probably the sexiest thing I've ever seen you in. Especially that jacket."

Yvie blushed too, rubbing the soft fabric of his jacket.

"Aw thanks. So.... Where are we eating?"

Brooke glanced at his phone, pleased to see that the Uber was there already.

"I know a cute little dinner a little ways away. Uber's outside."

Brooke goes on instinct and wraps an arm around Yvie's waist. It does nothing to stop Yvie from blushing but it does help his confidence level.

He slides arm over Brooke's shoulder and launches into the story of the time he and Scarlet pranked all the Dreamgirls at once.

They're walking into the diner when Yvie finishes, "And that's why they all had to buy new shoes!"

Brooke just laughs, pulling Yvie slightly closer as they walked into the tucked away diner.

Immediately Yvie's eyes are bouncing off of everything, from the homemade paintings created by the owner to the tiny knick knacks collected from all over.

Despite a lot of reluctance he releases Yvie's waist.

"Go look around," he offers, "I'll go pick a table."

Yvie beams at him, immediately going to the most intricate painting at the back.

Brooke grins at the pure childlike expression the Yvie has at anything odd.

He slips into a table, leaving a seat where Yvie could see the whole place. He skims the menu, already knowing what he would order but he looks anyway in case he has to order for Yvie.

Who is still bouncing off the walls. Just as he sees the waitress coming, Yvie slumps in his seat, his eyes bright with excitement.

"This place is my heaven! Thank you for bringing me here!"

Brooke beamed. "I hoped you'd like it here. I'm…," he leans forward and grabs Yvie's hand, "I'm really happy you're so happy."

Yvie grips his hand back and offers a smile. They're sitting there, holding hands and smiling when the waitress comes.

They, (meaning Brooke), ordered and went back to sitting and smiling. Yvie decides to break the silence.

"I told you a story earlier. Mind telling me one?"

Brooke cocks his head. "You want me to tell you a story? Like one about me?"

Yvie nods. "Maybe one from your ballerina days?"

Brooke thinks on this for a minute.

"Well… There was the time my costume ripped 15 minutes before a show. But it's kind of a long story. "

Yvie just shrugs. "I'd love to hear it."

So Brooke starts on his tale and he wasn't lying about it being long. They're halfway done with their food when he finishes.

"And that's why I now always carry a travel-size sewing kit everywhere I go."

"Everywhere?" Yvie asks in disbelief.

"Everywhere." Brooke responds, whipping out said kit.

"That's such a weird story. I love it!" Yvie smiles, ripping another bite from the burger Brooke ordered him.

"You enjoying the burger?" Brooke teases.

Yvie smiles. "Among other things."

Brooke squeezes his hand. "What other things?"

He shrugs. "Well I'm enjoying all the art and trinkets. I'm enjoying the fact that we're the only customers in here." He pulls his chair around to sit next Brooke. "I'm enjoying your company and the fact that I have it all to myself. I'm just…" he nuzzles into Brooke, "enjoying myself."

Brooke grins and wraps his arms around Yvie. "I'm glad. I'm having fun too."

Yvie takes a deep breath and gives Brooke the most flirtatious smile he can.

"Wanna go back to my room and kick the fun up a notch?"

Brooke gives a smirk that Yvie just can't get enough of. "That would be a lot of fun."

In what feels like seconds, (but was actually an extremely long debate on who'd get the bill), they've paid, got an uber, and are in Yvie's hotel room before you can say Oddball.

The door shuts and they stand there, awkwardly staring at each other. Then all bets are off.

Yvie lunges forward, pressing his lips on Brooke's, pulling him close. They clutch each other, tongues wrestling for dominance. When they break for air, Yvie only has one thing to say.

"It's about damn time."

Brooke just nods, pulling Yvie's lip back to his, slowly walking backwards. Brooke slides his hands under Yvie's ass, lifting him up. Yvie wrapped his arms around Brooke's neck, letting his knees take his weight as Brooke sat down on the bed.

As Yvie wraps his hand around the back of Brooke's head, he slowly starts to grind his hips into Brooke's.

The resulting moan makes Yvie grind harder.

He pulls away, looking down on Brooke as he grinds.

"You like it when I grind on you? Huh? You like it?" He hisses in Brooke's ear, stripping away his layers as he speaks.

Brooke moans again, leaning forward to kiss the skin Yvie slowly revealed.

Yvie gives a moan himself as Brooke swirls his tongue around his nipple.

Standing for a second, Yvie strips off his jeans, leaving him in his boxers, and leans forward to take off Brooke's jumpsuit.

"I always knew you were a briefs guy," Yvie teases, tracing Brooke's erection through the soft cloth.

"Yvie don't tease. Please. I can't take it," Brooke whines. Yvie decides to take mercy on the man.

He jumps back in Brooke's lap, connecting their lips once more as he grinds their hips together once more.

They moan in unison and Brooke falls backwards. Yvie throws his hands out to support himself as he grinds like his life depended on it.

"Yvieee," Brooke moans as he approaches the edge.

"Oh yeah," Yvie moans in response.

They get progressively louder as their orgasms crash over them.

Yvie manages to keep grinding as they ride their orgasms out together. After a second he just collapses, his sweaty body colliding with Brooke's.

Their breathing slows and they regain their senses. Yvie slowly sits up and slides his tongue in Brooke's mouth.

"I think I ruined my underwear," Brooke mumbled as he pulls away.

Yvie's laugh echoes through the room.

"I'll remember to take them off next time." He laughs.

Brooke considers this. "Can next time be right now?"

"Abso-freakin-lutely."

[...]

"You might be the best thing that's ever happened to me," Brooke breaths out, completely exhausted.

"Right back at ya." Yvie mumbles from above him.

"Good night, buddy." Brooke mumbles.

"Night-night, pal," Yvie responds

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Street Star: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Anon:“Hey lovely! I was wondering if you could do a request where the reader is a street singer and one day Bucky hears her and starts coming by every day because he is falling for her. And one day, she finally talks to him? Thank you, darl!”

Warnings/Themes: Fluff!! Profanity/humor. Mentions of prostitutes (It’s Vegas, fam).

Author’s Note: More fluff to prepare you for your death in Infinity War. Speaking of which, this will be my last upload for a few weeks (because, like I said, I’ll be dead). See you guys when I see you! And wish me luck watching this film.

Has not been checked for fluency errors/mistakes.

Song lyrics used are as follows: “Dead Sea” - The lumineers. “Let You Go” - Mahcine gun Kelly. “Can I be Him” - James Arthur.

Y/N = Your Name

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Music is food for the soul.

Bucky scoffed at that saying. It reminds him of Shakespeare and that guy? Well, Bucky thought he was a real phony.

Music was nice and all, but it was silly to think anything more of it.

Oh, how he was wrong.

It starts off on a Monday night.

There’s a month-long intel mission he’s assigned to in Las Vegas, Nevada. At first, the flashy lights and raunchy showgirls overwhelmed him. He’d be embarrassed to admit how many times he flinched when a solicitor tried to shove a card into his hands. By now, his pockets were full of them. For some reason, he felt a little bad throwing them away. These guys worked hard after all.

Still, he hopes no one sees the cards.

It would be difficult to explain the prostitutes on there.

He exhales, tucking yet another “business” card into his coat pocket. It’s chilly tonight, and he decided to walk the streets for the hell of it.

It was a weekday, meaning he won’t be bombarded by a crowd of drunkards.

His eyes wander the Vegas strip as he saunters through, offering a shy smile to a few passerbys. Living statues occasionally catch his eye and a pink Cadillac zooms past. He raises an eyebrow in amusement when a group of girls stick their heads out the window to tell him that he looks pretty.

And then he hears you.

“I stood alone, upon the platform in vain

The puerto ricans they were playing me salsa in the rain

With open doors and manual locks

In fast food parking lots

I headed west, I was a man on the move

New York had lied to me, I needed the truth.”

His feet carry him across the street. The front of the ARIA hotel glimmers brightly, enveloping you in blue light. He swears that you look like an angel. It matches your voice.

“Oh, I need somebody, needed someone I could trust

I don't gamble, but if I did I would bet on us”

He can feel your emotions project through your voice. It was absolutely breathtaking.

You were sad and lonely. He can feel it and he can empathize.

Despite the small audience that you’ve gathered, your eyes focus elsewhere, your mind lost to a world far away.

He listens in a daze, standing before you in front of the crowd. He maps out your face, remembering every little detail. It’s instinct by now. He’s had to memorize people just in case they came back to haunt him in the future. It’s different with you, however.

He takes his time.

His watch vibrates, breaking him out of his ogling. It was time to head back to his room for mission prep. “Fuck,” he murmurs to himself, disappointed that he can’t watch the rest of your performance.

He reaches into his back pocket, pulling out a $5 bill, and tosses it into your guitar case. He can feel his heart skip as soon as you turn towards him. You nod in appreciation and give him the biggest smile as you strum and sing.

He shakily sighs and returns the kind expression.

He hopes to see you again.

It’s his luck that he finds you the next night at the same exact spot.

It may be apart of his imagination, but he swears that you light up with recognition as he approaches the crowd. He grins lightly, shoving his hands in his pockets to listen in on your singing.

It’s a bigger group tonight and he has to squeeze himself into the middle to see. You’re with a guy, who raps his part after you sing a chorus.

“Since you left, I've been holding onto a memory

Since you walked out that door, yeah

And you said I changed and you're so damn sick of me

You're not mine anymore, 2 3 4-”

The crowd bursts into cheers as the man next to you begins.

“Ayy, I still remember what you wore on the first night

Still remember how that black dress had your curves right

Still remember smokin' just to calm my nerves

'Til you had to leave and grabbed your purse, I grabbed first.”

Bucky can’t help himself but chuckle. He claps along when you gesture towards the crowd, pumping your fist in the air along with the beat. It’s absolutely adorable how much you’re into your performance.

When you reach the end, everyone (including Bucky) applauds enthusiastically.

He’s one of the last to leave, still standing awestruck by the mere sight of you.

“Hey, Pal. You’re gonna catch a fly with your mouth open like that,” you call out, gesturing towards your own lips.

He jumps a bit in shock, red creeping up his skin as he closes his mouth. “S-sorry, I just- You’re really good,” he replied, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment.

Your eyes grow bright with pride and joy. “Well, thank you! And thank you for coming back!”

“W-wait, you remember me from last night?” He feels stupid about the excitement in his voice. He’s never acted so flustered before.

“Of course I do! How could I forget such a handsome face?”

You bite back a giggle when you practically see his mind short-circuit. He’s a blushing mess as he looks anywhere but towards you.

“You- uh- geez.”

Fortunately, for him, his watch saves his ass. It rattles around his wrist, signaling that it’s time to depart yet again.

“I’m sorry, I gotta go.”

“It’s okay, me too.”

You turn and begin packing your bags but still feel his presence behind you. Normally, you’d be wary about lingering strangers, but this man didn’t seem like the rest of those sleazebags trying to get you into their beds.

“Something you need...uhh….?” You’re at a loss for words, looking up at him.

“Bucky,” he responds.

“Bucky.” You smile at the sound of it. It’s a funny name, you’d have to admit, but who are you to judge?

You offer him your own and he seems to relax quite a bit. Remembering why he was still standing around, he quickly fishes into his pocket and offers the money to you. “I wish I could give you more, but I left the rest at the hotel.”

When you cock an eyebrow, he begins to panic. “Thank you, but I don’t have any use for those,” you tease. He looks down in confusion and internally screams.

He’s accidentally pulled out a prostitution card. A lady with pasties on her breasts peeks out from the spaces between his fingers.

Oh my god, he’s going to die.

“Jesus- I’m so sorry! I thought I pulled out a ten!”

He tosses the card behind him and makes sure that he pulls out the right thing from his pocket. He drops his gaze as he tries to hand you the money. “I’m such a dumbass,” he grumbles to himself.

You let out a surprised laugh. You put your whole heart into it, genuinely amused at his antics. Accepting the money with a gracious smile, you shrug your shoulder. “See you around?”

“Tomorrow night?” he asks hopefully, stomping down the earlier sheepishness.

“Tomorrow night,” you confirm, patting his metal shoulder. He flinches for a second but then his muscles relax at your touch. “And you don’t have to give me so much, Bucky. A dollar is more than enough,” you assure.

For the next couple of weeks, Bucky walks the strip every night. And every night, he spots you in the same corner, entertaining a lovely crowd.

By this point, he’s completely enamored with you and he’s not sure why.

Clearly, you were just an ordinary street-performer, right?

Wrong.

You wear your heart on your sleeve every time you sing. He realizes that you choose specific songs that match how you were feeling or what you went through. It was like a secret code that only he noticed.

You never really cared what others thought about you. Some nights there was one audience member, other nights, there were about twenty. Either way, you still perform.

He wonders if you even do it for the money. At one point, he saw a homeless man stand in front of you, listening intently and clapping away. When you were finished, he apologized for not having any cash to give, but he wanted to thank her for making his day just a little brighter. As soon as you noticed the dirty backpack over his shoulders and the cardboard sign sticking out of it, you shake your head with a smile, telling him it’s more than alright. You thanked him for being there to listen and donated almost the entirety of what you earned that day.

That’s when Bucky knew that you were pure and beautiful on the inside and out.

When he rounds the corner on a Sunday night, you immediately wave at him mid-song, grinning widely. You don’t break your strumming, but you make sure to address him out loud despite the others around you. “Glad you could make it tonight,” you say.

It was meant to tease him. He’s seen you so often now.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he murmurs back.

You silently appreciate the crinkle of the skin near his eyes when he smiles and the dimples that come out of hiding beneath his tired expression.

“I heard there was someone but I know he don't deserve you

If you were mine I'd never let anyone hurt you, no, no

I wanna dry those tears, kiss those lips

It's all that I've been thinking about

'Cause a light came on when I heard that song and I want you to sing it again-”

Bucky’s breath hitches in his throat.

You’re making eye contact with him as you sing those words. Were you directing a message towards him or was this just for show?

He doesn’t even notice the crowd glancing between the both of you, holding back their ‘aaw’s and endearing laughter.

Clearly, there was something there.

“I swear that every word you sing, you wrote them for me

Like it was a private show, but I know you never saw me

When the lights come on and I'm on my own

Will you be there to sing it again?

Could I be the one you talk about in all your stories?”

Bucky Barnes swore that music is nothing more than a distraction to the ears.

You’ve taught him the opposite.

It’s more than that.

Music is the food of love. It can break the soul just as much as it can fix it. He feels himself healing from you, even if your conversations were short and he barely knew you at all.

He feels your kindness seep into his skin to show him that the world isn’t bad at all. He just had to be open to learning how to be happy. It was worth the risk. Even the little things like a blue sky or your beautiful smile can lift him up.

Bucky Barnes feels like he’s in love with you.

“Can I be the one

Can I be the one

Oh, can I, can I be him?”

As you pack up, he’s standing beside you. “You were wonderful tonight,” he says. It comes out softer than usual. His warm gaze never falters.

“Thank you, Bucky.” You zip up your case and stand tall, hands on your hips patiently.

As soon as Bucky reaches into his pockets, you stop him with a hand in the air. “If you keep giving me tens or twenties, Buck, you’re gonna be a broke man. Unless, of course, you’re a lucky gambler.” He can’t help but chortle in response, rolling his eyes. He doesn’t want to tell you that he had his ass handed to him at poker two hours ago.

“But you deserve it, if not more,” he argues.

You rock back and forth on your heels in contemplation. “Tell you what,” you start.

“Since you insist on spending so much money on me, why don’t you treat me to coffee or something? Or is it technically me treating you?”

Coffee.

In his mind, it sounds like a date.

What a dream come true.

“You don’t want dinner or something instead?” He bites his bottom lip, trying not to be so nervous. It’s been awhile since he’s gone out with anyone.

“I’m scamming you. I’d like our first date to be cheap so next time I can bribe you into taking me to a Gordon Ramsey restaurant,” you joke, grinning wickedly.

Bucky stumbles over his words, clearly affected by the notion of a ‘next time.’

When his watch vibrates, he groans to himself. He forgot about his stupid mission. What was he supposed to tell you now?

“Duty calls,” you say, pointing to his wrist. “We can go on your day off.”

“How’d you-” he scowls in confusion.

“Bucky Barnes, the man with the coolest metal-arm in town. How could I not recognize you?”

When he stiffens at your mention of his arm, you gently place a hand on it. He holds his breath, only for you to pat it in reassurance. “You’ve been my niece's favorite hero since she was five. She used to pull me to the TV all the time just to see your face. I kind of fell in love with you.”

It’s your turn to blush. “I mean- that sounds so creepy, don’t take that the wrong way. It’s not like I was stalking you- Geez, I should’ve told you I knew earlier. You must think I’m a real dork!”

He purses his lips, trying his best not to snicker at this revelation.

“Nah, it makes me more confident in asking you out, now that I know you’re so in love with me.”

“Oh my god. You shut your face, lover-boy. I see you running downhill just to come find me every night. Tell me you’re not in love with me too.”

“I can’t. It’d be a lie if I told you I wasn’t.”

In front of the hotel, he finds you absolutely beautiful. You shyly tuck a strand behind your ear as you talk to him.

The city lights have nothing on you. Your bright eyes and toothy grin blows him away.

He carries your guitar case for you, offering to walk you back home before he heads out on his mission. He watches you skip and twirl around to talk to him. Occasionally, he pulls you to the side to avoid a collision between you and a passerby.

Your bubbly chit-chat takes some weight off of him.

This was his little piece of happiness. You’re his little Street Star.

You are a sign from the universe telling him:

Stay.

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