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ultravioletwrites · 1 year

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thinking about steddie celebrating their first valentine’s day together and steve’s just a mess right? he wants to make it perfect but he doesn’t know how. does eddie want gifts? some big elaborate date? eddie’s this intricate mix of loud and timid, soft and brash, cynical and sweet—a large contributor to why steve loves him so much. he’s never met someone like eddie, someone he’d gladly spend forever trying to know from the inside out.

steve thinks back to christmas. they’d spent the morning with wayne, made their rounds to all the kids’ houses, and looped back to the trailer. sure they opened presents, but from what he could gather, gifts weren’t a focal point in the munson household. not like steve’s parents, who thought a big enough box or a hefty price tag could equate to love. it was about spending time together. then again, the couple of things they did buy for each other were thoughtful. eddie splurged on new work boots for wayne because his old ones were nearly falling apart, making his feet sore as all hell after each shift. steve sat back, not uncomfortable but unaccustomed to the amount of tenderness and gratitude wayne exhibited.

besides, steve and eddie hung out all the time. what could he do to make one day stand out above the rest? eddie was also a far better wordsmith. steve gave up pretty quickly on the whole sappy love poem idea. didn’t even want to think about writing or performing a song for his musician boyfriend.

steve spends the weeks leading up to valentine’s day wracking his brain for something. some divine intervention would be nice. he tried asking robin but they ended up sharing a pack of twizzlers, getting lost in whether there was a difference between wooing guys and girls when you’re queer. should there be? did it even matter? steve wouldn’t be caught dead going to the kids for love advice, plus dustin was literally making some kind of literal love robot for suzie. so, back to the drawing board.

he settles (which drives him crazy, he shouldn’t be settling on anything when it comes to eddie) on a new fantasy novel the bookstore employee recommended and found a quaint restaurant in the phone book a couple towns over. thinks getting out of hawkins might do them both some good.

it all comes to a head the day before. steve’s restocking the back shelves when the bell above the front door of family video jingles.

“steve, can you help me with something up here?” robin hollers.

“gimme a sec!”

he makes it to the register and eddie’s there, hands behind his back with a chesire cat grin on his face.

“this customer is looking for something specific but i don’t know if we have it,” robin sighs. “tell me again what you’re looking for?”

“rob, eds—“

eddie clears his throat. “i’m looking for a pretty boy to be my valentine tomorrow. preferable one with lots of freckles,” he steps closer to the counter. “gorgeous eyes.” another step. “a big heart.” closer. “and a free schedule. do you know where i might be able to find one of those, sir?”

eddie’s leaning across the counter at this point, batting his eyelashes while steve’s asking himself if you can get a sunburn from blushing too hard. robin’s hands fly over their ancient keyboard before she points at the computer. “we do have one of those! his name’s steve harrington and there’s only one in stock!”

“i never should have let you two become friends.”

when his scheming shitheads friends finally stop giggling, eddie fishes one of steve’s hands from where his arms are crossed over his chest and kisses his knuckles.

“c’mon sweetheart, i’m trying to court you properly. i’ll pick you up at six tomorrow, yeah? also, oscar worthy performance buckley, thank you for the assist.”

robin winks. that little traitor.

steve’s floundering. he had a plan. one that involved taking his boyfriend on a nice date because he wanted to, because eddie deserved one. “but i already—“

“steve harrington.” it’s just the two of them at the counter now, robin ducking out to give them some privacy. “if you think for one minute, i’m passing up an opportunity to do something special for my self-sacrificing, flings himself into literal battle, overworked boyfriend, you’ve got another thing coming.”

“eddie—“

“i’ll scream.”

steve’s waiting on the porch at 5:55pm the next day when eddie pulls into the driveway. he’s clutching a bundle of wildflowers and tucks one behind steve’s ear before escorting him to the van. he’s cleaned out the backseat, set down blankets and pillows. it still smells like marlboro reds but also lemon and eddie’s cleared out all his empty slushy cups from the cab. he pops in a mix with trembling hands, blubbering about how he recorded it the other night and if steve doesn’t like it, really they can turn something else on, it’s fine. steve surges forward to kiss him, tells him it’s perfect, to let it play. it’s a tape with little interludes between each track where eddie inserts a tidbit here and there about how each song reminds him of steve. he wants to cry but he won’t, just holds eddie’s hand the whole drive and sneaks kisses at red lights. eddie takes him two towns over to an old baseball field and parks.

eddie props open the back doors and they eat dinner eddie packed, tucked under a thick quilt against the late winter chill. it’s a place, eddie explains, he’d hang out with wayne as a kid before he’d officially moved in. somewhere good. somewhere not the podunk town his parents raised him in, and not hawkins, but a better third thing. somewhere quiet, good, only filled with nice memories. where no one cares they’re two boys and no other dimension looms in the dark. the dinner he made is beef stew his mama swore would make a man fall in love. too late, steve thinks.

“i got you something,” steve murmurs after a while. they’re tangled together, watching the stars, bellies full and drunk on each other.

he pulls out the wrapped book from his jacket pocket. “read it to me?”

eddie does. he uses silly voices and paints another world for the two of them within the little one they’ve created for themselves. after a couple chapters, they toss it aside, kissing and savoring exposed skin. if steve sheds a couple tears between chanting thank you, thank you honey, eddie doesn’t falter. tucks him into his side and cries a little too, grumbles something about how the world owes them this much, thanks his lucky stars a reformed jock took a chance on a fugitive (a cute fugitive, steve protests) even if saving the world together was a bit overkill on the foreplay.

“same time next year, eds?”

“i’ll mark my calendar, stevie.”

#my writing #steddie #steddie ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #LET YOURSELF BE WOOED STEVE #st #stranger things

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dialovers-translations · 2 years

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Shuu Dark [09]

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

ー The scene starts at the Pharmaceutical Department

Ruki: ...

*Flip flip*

Ruki: That man’s true objective...Just as I thought, it is not easy to figure out...

I am sure that guy knew what he was getting himself into though.

ー A flashback ensues to the hallway at Eden

Azusa: Ruki, we have a visitor...

Ruki: A visitor here at Eden...? What are you talking about?

ー Shuu walks up to them

Yuma: ...It’s ya...?

Ruki: Shouldn’t you be in the human world? As long as you’re here, you shouldn’t be able to keep your powers in check?

Shuu: ...I know that. I came here because there’s something I’d like to ask you.

Ruki: ...Ask me?

Yuma: Hah! Who would have thought I’d live to see the day when ya rely on someone? (1)

Ruki: For now, let me hear it.

Shuu: ...I’d like you to do some research on the ‘Apple of Eden Project’ (2) for me.

Azusa: The Apple of Eden Project...

Kou: Is that...the plan that man came up with...?

Shuu: Yes. Exactly.

Ruki: ...Why would you ask such a thing of me?

Shuu: You worked directly under the Old Man. Therefore, you should at least be more knowledgeable on the project than my brothers and I, no?

Ruki: ...I see. That might be the case. However, if you want my cooperation, you will have to elaborate on your reasoning for.

Why do you want to know this now? You successfully inherited that man’s powers. So what is the problem?

Shuu: ...There is something I need to confirm. That’s all.

Yuma: Oi, one sec. Ya don’t think that actually explains it, do ya?

Shuu: ...Yes?

Yuma: I think you’re gettin’ the wrong idea there mate? If ya think that those new powers of yers allow ya to order us ‘round, then ya better think again.

Shuu: ...

Yuma: Point bein’, we don’t actually acknowledge ya as the King yet.

We were talkin’ ‘bout it just earlier. Wonderin’ to ourselves why that man decided to give his powers to a guy like ya...!

Kou: W-Watch your words...Yuma-kun...

Shuu: ...I understand what you’re trying to say.

But I’m not here to give you an order as the King. After all, I’m probably the last person to see myself in a ruling position.

Ruki: ...What do you mean?

Shuu: I’m well aware that I’m not cut out to be a King.

So I want to know why the Old Man chose me regardless.

...My past self would have never even bothered to rack his brain over it. It’s just...

I feel that as long as I’m in possession of these powers, it’s no longer just a personal issue.

Of course, I considered doing the research myself as well.

But as you can tell...I’m honestly having to use all the willpower I have just keeping my powers under control right now.

...I’d like to ask for your help.

Ruki: I see. In other words...I guess this is the result of you trying to be mindful of your surroundings...

Oi, Yuma. What do you think?

Yuma: ...Why would ya ask me!?

Shuu: ...

Yuma: ...Haah, we don’t have much choice, do we? ...Guess we’ll help out.

Shuu: I see...I’ll head back to the human world then.

Ruki: Yes. I shall have a Familiar report back as soon as I find something.

Shuu: ...I’m counting on you.

ー Shuu leaves

Kou: Heeh~ ...What a surprise...! I think this might be the first time I’ve seen him make a request to someone...

Azusa: Me too...

Yuma: ...The dude must be really in a pinch, huh...?

ー The flashback ends

Ruki: ...In a pinch, huh...?

Either way, he inherited Karlheinz-sama’s powers. I suppose we should have seen this coming.

*SCENE SHIFT*

Yui: Nn...

ー Yui wakes up in the guest room of Kino’s manor

Yui: ( Huh...? Shuu-san is gone...? )

( He was sitting next to me just seconds ago though... )

Shuu: ...

Yui: ( Seems like he’s gazing outside through the window... )

Selection

→ Because the moon looks pretty?

Yui: ( Actually, the moon looked very pretty earlier. He might be watching it... )

→ Because he can’t sleep, maybe? (❦)

Yui: ( Could it be that he’s having trouble sleeping again because of those nightmares? Should I reach out to him...? )

Shuu: ...

Yui: ( ...Now that I’m looking at him like this...He appears to have...lost some weight...? )

( He’s had a lot of worries on his mind after all... )

Shuu: ...Haah. Is pretending to be asleep a hobby of yours now?

Yui: ...!

( He noticed... )

I wasn’t pretending to be...

ー Shuu joins her on the bed

*Thud*

Shuu: ...You don’t have to get up. You get some rest, okay?

Yui: But...

Shuu: I sucked a lot of your blood earlier, so it’d be annoying if you start growing dizzy.

Yui: How about you...?

Shuu: I’m going to stay awake a bit longer.

Yui: ...Okay.

Monologue

I did as he told me and lied down on the bed (ベッド).

However, it seemed as if all desire to sleep,

had vanished in thin air.

It was so obvious,

that Shuu-san was worrying over something.

However, I couldn’t reach out to him at all.

Even if I decided to straight up ask him,

I’m sure he would simply dodge the question again.

Thinking about that, I grew incredibly lonely (寂しく).

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) Literally he ponders whether or not a storm is on the way. This is a Japanese expression used to show someone’s surprise over a certain situation or statement.

(2) In Japanese it’s called ‘The Apple of Adam’ project, but I’ve always translated it as ‘Apple of Eden’ in the past, so I want to keep that consistent.

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #shuu sakamaki #lost eden #diabolik lovers translation #leshuudark9

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shaelashaela · 10 months

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Before You Were Born, ch. 5

[cw] catcalling, verbal harassment, physical violence [reading time] 7 mins.

“Hey. Hey, pretty. Slow down a sec.”

I averted my eyes and picked up my pace instead. Despite my best efforts to go unnoticed, I had the unfortunate luck of constantly attracting the worst types when I went out. Today it was a young man with spiky hair and an arrogant swagger. He’d followed me for a couple of blocks, probably thinking I didn’t notice him. Once he decided to open his mouth, it confirmed exactly what I assumed about him.

He wouldn’t give up, though. “Yo, I just wanna talk.”

I walked as fast as I could without breaking into a run. My heart kept pace with my feet, and I repeated in my head, Go away. Go away. Go away.

My heart sank as I approached the bus stop. I had to make a choice: either stop now and endure this, or keep moving and find somewhere safe to disappear for a few minutes. The man with the red beard was here again today, though. Maybe if I was closer to him, the other guy might not approach?

I walked up beside him and stopped, still pointing my eyes toward the ground. I hoped the bus would arrive soon, and I shuffled my feet back and forth, trying to be as unassuming as possible.

Spiky-hair stopped just an arm’s length away. “Why’re you bein’ a bitch? I just wanna say hi.”

Cornered, I finally responded without turning around. My voice rattled. “You’ve said it. Now, please leave me alone.”

Red-beard took notice at that point. He wasn’t wearing earbuds today, and he glanced over his shoulder curiously at spiky-hair.

The other man didn’t take the hint. “Just gimme a smile. C’mon.”

Red-beard turned suddenly to me. “Oh, hey! I didn’t see you walk up. C’mere.”

He beckoned with his hand. Confused but too scared to refuse, I leaned down closer to him since he was quite a bit shorter than me. Without warning, he grabbed me around the shoulders and hugged me tight.

“Don’t say anything,” he whispered in my ear. “I’ll let you know when he’s gone.”

His arms were stout like tree branches, so I didn’t feel like I could escape anyways. After a brief pause, I heard spiky-hair swear under his breath and walk away. A moment later, I was released. I regained my senses and drew away from my rescuer, both thankful and wary at the same time. A gasp left my lips; I didn’t even realize I held my breath.

Red-beard resumed his original position, waiting for the bus to arrive. “Sorry that dude was being a dick to you.”

I fidgeted with my skirt, smoothing it out to give my hands and mind something to do. “Th-thanks.”

He didn’t say anything else. Curious, I looked over at him, and for just the briefest of moments I glimpsed grey, bark-encrusted skin underneath his neatly cropped ginger hair. He caught me staring at him and shot me a stern glance right back.

“Hey lady, take a picture,” he quipped, his voice suddenly much colder than it was a moment ago.

I turned away, ashamed for being rude. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to stare.”

He harrumphed indignantly. My curiosity would get the better of me, though. There was only one kind of fey I knew that could pull off elaborate glamour in broad daylight. I had to ask.

“You—you’re a spriggan, aren’t you?”

He threw his hands up in exasperation. “This is the thanks I get? I just ran off that creep, and now you’re trying to blow my cover?”

I should have known better. I tried hard myself not to be noticed (and failed spectacularly, unlike him). But I was fascinated, and I couldn’t help myself. Most elves lost much of their ability to weave complex illusions when the veil between worlds shattered, and we could only do so with considerable effort. Spriggans were masters of the art and could wear whatever appearance they wanted. I was momentarily proud of myself for noticing his true form.

I didn’t want to push away another fey though, considering how few of us there were living among the humans. I apologized to him again, and he waved a hand dismissively at me.

“Forget it,” he responded.

“My name’s Sylvie, by the way.”

His face stretched under the strain of incredulity. “I guess you wanna be friends now?”—he grunted a half-hearted laugh—“I’m Malcolm. Most people just call me Mal.”

I made a friend!

The bus pulled up to the stop, and both of us were relieved for very different reasons. Mal made the same gallant gesture as the other day, motioning for me go first. I found a seat and moved over to let him sit down, but he walked past me. I’m not proud of it, but sometimes I can be a little single-minded. I got up and relocated next to him, blocking him into his window seat. He shook his head in disbelief.

The bus started to move again. I pursed my lips for a moment, trying to think of a good topic for conversation. “So, what brings you here? I didn’t think spriggans liked to venture much outside of the Moonwood.”

“Look lady, don’t make a big deal of this. I’m just trying to live my life. Let’s just say it’s complicated, and I like being alone. Don’t you have any elf friends you can bother?”

I shook my head. “Outside of my parents, I haven’t met any other elves that live here. A few pass through from time to time, but I don’t think they want to stay here. Oh! Though I did learn yesterday that my neighbour’s wife is an elf. Er… well, was an elf. She passed away some time ago. I didn’t even get to meet her.”

He banged his head up against the window. “Jesus, you’re a piece of work.”

I ran my fingers through my hair over and over again, nervously trying to think of what to say next. I annoyed him. Maybe it would be better if I kept my mouth shut.

A rush of air brushed past my legs, just for a second. Odd, since I didn’t see any open windows. I looked down but saw nothing.

Mal sat up, and his brow creased. “What was that?”

I started a reply, but instead cried out as pain shot up my right arm. Sharp icicles pierced my flesh. I looked down, and a faint glow of two red eyes in the midst of churning black smoke stared back at me. I panicked and tried to shake it off, but the shadow creature held tight.

Screams broke out all across the bus as people panicked. Dozens of the biting smoke animals surrounded us. I tried desperately to compose myself and remember what my father taught me about defence against dark magic, but my breath was short and strained. Fear clawed its way up my throat.

Mal climbed over me and slammed his fist down hard on my assailant’s head, and it finally let go. “You are just nothing but trouble for me,” he quipped, and then he tumbled out into the aisle via my lap.

The bus came to a screeching halt, causing further chaos as everyone was thrown forward out of their seats. Thankfully it also disoriented the shadow beasts, scattering them everywhere. I’d never witnessed so many conjurations in one place. I rubbed my throbbing arm, trying to assuage the pain and regain focus. Most of the other passengers took advantage of the momentary lull in the melee to force the doors and emergency exits open and flee, though a few were left behind, struggling to get off the floor.

My new friend got to his feet and tilted his head back and forth until there was an audible crack from his neck. I couldn’t fathom what he was thinking—was he going to beat them all with his bare hands? He’d be overwhelmed for sure!

Since he stood instead of cowered, the creatures all turned their misshapen heads in his direction. Several of them converged into a larger, wolf-like beast made of coalescing smoke and shadow, slightly more opaque as a unit than they were individually. I tried to warn Mal that he would be torn limb from limb, but he wasn’t listening to me anymore.

I felt a surge of energy in the air, a familiar rush of magic that only the fey could muster. It exhilarated me and at least partially cleared my senses. Before my eyes, Mal changed. His human skin melted away as he abandoned his glamour. His body grew to the ceiling like a great oak tree, and his skin turned ashen, bark sprouting from it in irregular patterns. Coppery autumn leaves cascaded from his head and chin in place of hair and beard. The few people who remained on the bus grew still, dumbstruck by his presence.

His voice rumbled like thunder from within his new frame. “Come on, mutt.”

The wolf lunged at him, going for the throat, but Mal was surprisingly agile for his new size. He slammed his fist into the beast’s chest while it was in mid-air, and then with one arm shoved it down so hard that the frame of the bus protested with a metallic groan. He gave it no time to recover and brought his other fist down hard in the same spot, this time striking so hard that his fist split the floor open. The smoky creature dispersed into mere wisps as it was crushed between spriggan might and solid steel.

The horde of fell animals was undeterred, however. While the wolf amalgam was momentarily dealt with, another group of shadows clumped together and fashioned themselves into a great snake. Mal rose back to his full height just as it fell upon him, coiling around his neck. He grunted and fell down to one knee, clutching at his throat.

I swallowed hard. Now was not the time to let my fear take hold of me. If I didn’t do something, the snake would surely choke him to death, and out of the corner of my eye, I could see the wolf slowly reforming itself from its scattered remains.

Time slowed for me as I let the adrenaline take over. I was terrified, but I grabbed onto one of the seats and pulled myself up. All around me, the shadows were closed in, and I wanted nothing more than to run as fast and as far away as possible. I couldn’t leave Mal to die, though. I called upon the discipline my father instilled in me through years of drills. For decades, I had wondered if my skills would ever be tested, and now I knew.

A low murmur rose in my throat as I recited incantations practised a thousand times. My eyes closed, and my mind sought the evil all around me. One by one, they lit in my consciousness like bloody beacons. One, two, three, four… I counted them all. Seventeen in total. It would be difficult, but I had no choice but to believe I could do it.

With two fingers, I drew a sigil in the air, leaving behind a trail of soft white light. Direct casting of sorcery was not one of my strengths, and magic itself weakened in the human world. But I hoped deeply in my gut that it would be enough. One, two, three swift motions—my fingertips reached the point where they’d started, completing the spell.

A hundred tiny darts of light shot out in all directions, seeking the gloom that threatened us. The creatures wailed and gnashed their icy fangs, writhing in pain as magic melted their ethereal bodies. A bead of sweat ran down my temple. Focus for a moment longer, and I’d burn them all.

No such luck, though; one of the shadows slammed into my chest, and I doubled over. It only took one of them to escape my grasp, and I knew I was finished. I closed my eyes and fell. At least I tried. I hoped Mal would forgive me. It was my fault he was caught up in all of this, after all.

I expected to hit the floor, but someone caught me. The low, throaty voice of my spriggan companion touched my ears. “So you’re not useless, after all. Let’s get out of here.”

He threw me over his massive shoulder and ripped a hole in the side of the bus with his bare hands, breaking out into the welcoming daylight.

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janaem · 3 years

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i like you

"man, he doesn't like me." you sighed resting your head on the palms of you hands. tears were stinging your eyes, for you felt nothing but disappointment and grief. but then again, those were the feelings that often came with having a crush.

___, your friend, cocks an eyebrow, "uhh, what the fuck? yes, he does. he just doesn't show it, give him time."

you furrowed your eyebrows, giving your friend a skeptical look, "and...how long are you gonna say this exactly? It's been years it seems..." you swallowed a lump in your throat, thinking back to all the times you've tried to catch his attention and start up conversations with him. if it was effective, you wouldn't have been stuck in this depressing mental space.

___ shrugged, "yeah, well, it does takes a while for boys to come around," they smirked looking at the teacher's whiteboard, "my ex is a perfect example."

still, a bunch of thoughts started occupying your mind as you watched the teacher project today's lesson onto the board. it's been months since you've started liking ___, and all you've ever wanted was for him to acknowledge you a little more than he did. because to you, it seemed that he has liked your first, way before you started noticing and liking him back.

the sexual tension between you two was rather noticeable. constantly catching each other's gazes in class (sometimes they would turn into staring contests), all those times where he would physically get close to you without saying a word, you would even catch him looking at you while whispering to his friends. all these things, yet neither of you had made a single move.

not like you had a problem, you enjoyed the attention he gave you. that's probably why you started crushing on him in the first place.

you've been pondering on the idea of making the first big move, but you've done that to your last crush and that steered them in the other direction. but every crush is different, maybe ___ might even admit his true feelings instead of hiding. he was sorta the type to be bold—in his own way. he made things direct, but indirect at the same time, and it kind of frustrated you, let alone disappointed you, but you were more disappointed in yourself than you were of him.

you shook off the thoughts that were constantly attacking you, and did your best to keep up with your notes.

"don't look...oh god, please don't look." you pleaded to yourself quietly, silently fighting the urge to see if your crush was looking at you. you stared blankly at you notes, head faced down to avoid any eye contact with anyone

___ was, in fact, eyeing you. watching closely as you tried to keep your composure. you sat in a slouched position, gripping your pencil, you bit your inner cheek fighting the temptation to even spare a quick glance.

"....okay, so i want everyone to come to this table for a demonstration." the teacher announced pointing at the large wooden table in the back.

the boys stood on one side while the girls were on the other side. that was until a few other students joined and mixed things up. the teacher stood at the head of the table, talking and talking away about more of today's lesson. you felt a little more better, your crush was out of your mind for now, so this time you were all ears and watching the teacher.

you weren't thinking of it, but you wish you hadn't. you spared a quick glance at ___, who was right across from you, his hand supporting him as he leaned onto the table. body slightly turned to the teacher, yet his eyes were right on you.

your stomach immediately dropped and you turned your attention back to the teacher, acting as if nothing happened.

once the bell rang, signalling the end of the school day, you immediately gathered your things.

"hey, ___, since your locker is closest to the band room, could you grab my instrument for me? I'll meet you downstairs in front of the school so we can walk together." your friend asked as you btoh exited the classroom. their locker was all the way downstairs and the band room was two stories above, exactly where your locker was.

"yeah, i'll see you later." you said turning the corner and heading up the long flights of stairs.

a part of you really dreaded this assignment because your crush also goes into the band room after school. even though he was quite popular, he was also a band kid.

once you were done packing your things, you hesitantly reached the band room door. peeking in to see no one was there, you felt a wave of relief as you entered the room.

there were stacks of instrument cases on the floor and on the shelves. how on earth were you supposed to find your friend's instrument? you couldn't possibly search the hundreds of nametags.

you decided to whip out your phone from your pocket and texted them 'where in the room do u usually put your instrument?'

meanwhile, you took a look around yourself waiting for your friend to text back. that was until the door swung open abruptly, resulting you to flinch on the stop.

you turned around to see ___ walking in, running a hand through his hair once once he saw you.

you immediately turned your attention back to the instruments. your heart pounds in your chest rapidly, as if it was about to rip out of your chest. you had to lean onto the shelf for support it was beating so fast. the pressure on your eyes was unbearable as you tried not to look at him again.

"hey, uh, are you looking for ___'s, instrument?"

you immediately snapped your neck in his direction, you honestly did not know how to act.

"yeah...you know where it is?" you felt a sudden buzz in your hand. you assumed it was your friend telling you where it was. what's it gonna hurt relying on your crush?

it's just above mine, we play the same instrument." he said tilting his head slightly in the direction of the shelf of instrument cases.

you were practically froze in your spot, not knowing if he wanted you to come closer to him. you just stood there and nodded, and ___ gave you a questioning look.

the silence was loud in the small band room, your heart beat increasing didn't seem to help.

you just couldn't look at him. you weren't sure why he was able to look at you...maybe he really doesn't like you and just sees you as a regular girl at school. well, that's how he's been treating you for the past months...so why were your expectations so high all the time when all you got was nothing?

"you don't have to get it, i'll get it myself." you said reluctantly breaking the silence. you walked over to where your crush was, the space between the two of you was very slim. you didn't think much of it as you grabbed your friend's instrument and then his from the shelf.

turning around, you felt something faintly brush against your bottom, that's when you immediately noticed that ___ was dangerously close to you. once again, the adrenaline in your stomach started up again, you awkwardly turned around, handing ___ his instrument.

__ stammered, realizing how uncomfortable you were, "oh um sorry, i didn't realize-"

"it's okay." you said starting to head towards the door.

"__, wait."

you turned around, completely stunned that he had just said your name for the first time in a long time, "yeah?" you honestly wanted to hear him say it again.

"there's uh...something i need to tell you," he set his instrument down next to his foot and dug his hands into his pocket.

"what is it?" you said inching towards him a bit. you could see ___ starting to get a bit nervous under your stare. he fidgeted in his spot, but he still managed to maintain eye contact.

__ ran his hand through his hair, "i think i like you."

'wait what!? oh my gosh this is not happening!' you said excitedly in your head, you instead furrowed your eyebrows in 'confusion,'

"elaborate." you deadpanned, crossing your arms. but in your mind, you completely understood how he felt, because that's exactly how you felt about him. you tried so hard not to run around and squeal excitedly like a maniac.

"look, i know this may sound creepy, and you may get a bit paranoid after i say this." he swallowed hard, as if there was a lump in his throat.

"no matter what i do, who i'm with, or where i am, i just can't stop thinking about you."

you forgot how to breathe at this very moment , was he just saying this? or was he being genuine? because with the way he has been acting for the past months, you didn't know what to believe anymore.

___ took a few steps towards you, "you're all i think about, you're all i ever wanna talk about."

you raised your eyebrows a bit, you've never heard something like this come out of his mouth before.

"there are so many things i want to do with you, but there are things holding me back, and i fucking hate it."

you just stood there in silence, watching as he anxiously ran his hand through his hair again, "fuck, i—no one has ever made me feel this way before."

everything seemed to move fast from there, yet it felt like it was in slow motion. wasting no time, you carelessly dropped the instrument on the floor, your body started to move on its own once you started walking up to ___, lovingly extending your arms and gave him the tightest embrace you could ever give someone.

the tension has suddenly melted away into obscurity, it was like two lost souls have been brought together after such a long time.

___ slowly snaked his arms around you, "i've been wanting to do this for a long time." he whispered, you shivered feeling his soft breath against your neck.

you didn't want to let go, and neither did he. ___ took the opportunity to kiss the part where your jaw and your ear met. you turned your head to face him. both of your faces were only inches away as ___ removed one of his arms from you to place his hand on your cheek. you closed your eyes, feeling his lips touch yours softly, pulling your body closer with his other arm.

you kissed back, deepening the kiss even more. you honestly didn't think this moment would come. you longed to stay like this forever, oh you wish you did.

you two parted for a quick second, with your eyes half lidded you saw ___ smile a bit, leaning into kiss you again. this time, the kiss was a bit rougher. ___ trailed his hand down your cheek and passed the sensitive spot of your neck. you softly gasped feeling his hand wrap around your neck, his other hand stroked your back slowly ...

suddenly, your phone buzzed, breaking the hypnosis you two were in. the two of you reluctantly parted, and you removed your arms form around ___ and reached into your pocket and took out your phone. It was a text message from your friend.

'coming down? :)' it said.

you widened your eyes in realization, "oh shit i gotta go!" you grabbed you grabbed your friend, ___'s, instrument case.

"can i at least get your number, ___?" your crush asked pulling out his phone.

"uh sure," you said pulling up your information, "here it is."

once you were finished exchanging numbers, ___ pulled you in for one last kiss. then you picked up the instrument case and dashed out the door. ___ followed soon after, but you were well down the stairs before he could see you one last time today.

you both couldn't wait to see each other the next day.

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A Second Chance - Chapter 1 (LokiXOC)

After the snap and losing her husband, Raven tries to settle on New Asgard with Thor and Valkyrie. But even after losing Loki twice before this time around doesn't make it any easier. Until a variant of Loki shows up looking for her. Could this be the second chance they both need?

This the next fic in my canon Loki/Raven series. Obviously theres a big time jump from Thor (2011) to Avengers: Infinity War but this fic will tie up lose ends and cover that time jump at some point. So you will be filled in on what I have not written.

Warnings: HEAVY ANGST, HEAVY FEELS, Implied self harm, Implied eating dissorder, Heavy depression themes, No Loki in this chapter, Thor has surivivors guilt and depression

Chapter 1

Raven

After a year of being settled into New Asgard, Thor still barely left his cottage. Not that I could blame him, I understood he was grieving in his own way. But his people needed to see him, needed to know he was coping…somewhat. They couldn’t keep looking to Valkyrie or myself for leadership. I wasn’t cut out for it, even if I had been queen once before.

But this was different, these people were rebuilding their entire lives on a planet they weren’t familiar with. And I didn’t know how much longer I could keep their spirits up. If I was failing to look after myself, how could I look after anybody else? Valkyrie was the only one who was keeping it together, going above and beyond to help everyone.

Losing Loki was something I was used too or at least I thought I had been. I mean, it’s not like he hadn’t faked his death twice before. At first, I had expected him to walk through the door with a stupid smirk on his face, claiming it was another elaborate joke. But after six months, it became clear he wasn’t coming back from this one. I was alone once more.

The nights were difficult, eating dinner alone, going to bed alone. The silence was awful. But the lack of human contact was the worst. I longed to be held again, to be comforted. It felt like I was stuck in some sort of limbo, unsure of my next step, just existing and trying to make it through each day.

Loki would have been bored here at first, it was just a small fishing village after all. But eventually I believed he would have settled; Thor and Loki would have helped their people rebuild in no time at all.

And maybe then we could have started our own family, something we’d talked about a few times before. Thor would have made a wonderful uncle, and Loki would have been a better father than Odin and Laufey combined. But all those hopes for the future were gone now, as was my husband.

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Valkyrie and I stood by the docks as the latest shipment was unloaded. Valkyrie was handed a box that was addressed to Thor. A few more were eventually placed beside her. “You want a hand with those?” I asked. “Sure.” Grabbing what I could carry, Valkyrie, and I set off to Thor’s cottage. “So, he’s discovered Amazon Prime,” I spoke. “Yeah, Korg introduced him to it, there are packages every week.”

That probably meant there were a lot of unnecessary purchases. We reached the cottage, and Valkyrie paused outside. “You can just leave them outside and I’ll grab them in a sec,” Valkyrie said. I frowned softly, I’d carried them all this way, I could carry them inside. It had been a while since I’d seen Thor anyway, so it couldn’t hurt to poke my head in and say hello at the very least. “Its fine, I’ve carried them this far,” I replied.

Valkyrie seemed hesitant to let me inside, as if hiding something. “Val, what’s going on?” I asked. “It’s just neither of you have really been around each other since we got here. Everyone kinda assumed you don’t want to talk or something.” She was right; I hadn’t been over to see or talk to Thor, and he hadn’t been over to do the same. To everyone else, it would look like we were avoiding each other.

“I guess we’ve just been so focused on our own grief that we haven’t thought of what the other person is going through,” I explained. “You don’t have to go in if you’re not up to it.” “I can’t keep avoiding it, either.” “Okay. Well, just brace yourself.” It couldn’t be that bad. Valkyrie opened the door and led me inside. The first thing I noticed was the lack of natural light. The curtains were all closed, and the only light source was from the TV.

The second thing I noticed was the smell. A mixture of takeout food, beer and body odour. The place was littered with takeout wrappers, empty bottles of alcohol and dirty clothes. Korg and Miek were on the couch, Korg had a gaming controller in his hand whilst Miek ate from a box of cheez-its. There was no sign of Thor, though. Korg looked up and smiled kindly. “Good morning, ladies. The big man isn’t up yet, but I can get him if he’s needed,” Korg greeted.

Glancing at the clock, I noted it was 11:42 and Thor was still asleep. “Yeah, thanks Korg,” Valkyrie replied. Korg paused his game and got up, heading deeper into the cottage. Valkyrie and I put the parcels down but didn’t take a seat whilst we waited. The more time that passed, the more I wanted to back out of here and the situation. After ten minutes, Korg returned to the living room. “Just give him five minutes to sort himself out,” Korg explained. Well, I suppose that was better than him refusing to get out of bed or saying he didn’t want to see me.

“I’ll make some coffee,” I suggested. Before anybody could reply, I escaped to the kitchen. The kitchen was just as bad as the living room. More takeout wrappers, the trash can was overflowing, and the sink was filled with dirty dishes. After turning the kettle on, I searched the cupboards for a few clean mugs. There were only two, so I started washing up some of the dirty ones. I was all too familiar with this mess; I’d gone through it before. Now I’d just gotten better at hiding my depression, I suppose I had too when so many people were depending on me. If they saw me fall apart, they would lose hope.

I didn’t get to sit around and wallow in my self-pity all day; I had to be on the high functioning end of the spectrum. But Thor probably hadn’t experienced such despair before, and this was just easiest for him. I had to be gentle and understanding with him. As I made everyone but myself a mug of coffee, that’s when Thor finally appeared. And this year had not been kind to him. His hair was longer, dirty and unkempt, as was his beard. He’d gained a lot of weight, his stomach much rounder and fuller. He was wearing loose, comfortable clothes.

Thor forced a smile when he saw me, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He pulled me in for a hug, which I gladly accepted. For a few moments we just held each other, this was probably the most physical human contact either of us had had in months. “It’s good to see you,” he spoke softly. I nodded in agreement before we pulled away. Thor grabbed a mug of coffee before we sat at the kitchen table together. “How have you been?” He asked. I gave a soft shrug, my feelings didn’t matter right now, “coping. You?”

Thor studied me for a few seconds, as if trying to decide how to answer my question. “You’ve done something with your hair. It’s longer than before. Looks like it could do with some hair dye too, although I don’t mind your natural hair colour.” Gently I lifted a section to my eyeline, noticing just how much the brunette colour had grown out. And combined with the remaining purple, it looked like a weird ombre. Most days, I avoided looking in the mirror, not worrying about my appearance anymore. “You’re looking thinner too,” Thor grabbed a pizza box, offering me a slice of cold leftovers, “eat.”

The mere sight of food made me feel nauseous. I only really ate now at dinner; I was too busy in the day to stop for lunch and normally woke up too late to have breakfast. I politely declined his offer. Thor shrugged and took a bite from the cold slice. “Thor, how are you?” I asked again. “Me? Oh, I’m fine,” he said, his voice wavering slightly. Gently, I placed my hand over his, noticing how he avoided my gaze.

“It’s okay if you’re not fine,” I said softly, “considering everything you’ve been through. I’m here if you want to talk about it.” Thor paused. I knew, considering who his father had been, it must be hard for him to open up and be vulnerable. But he needed to if he wanted to heal. “I just miss having him around, you know. I would have thought after going through this twice before that the third time would be easy. But this time he really is gone. First my mother, then father. Then I lost my hammer and my home and now Loki’s gone too. Everything I had is gone, Father was wrong to think I was ever worthy.”

Tears streaked his cheeks, and he quickly wiped them away with his free hand. “And all of this, the way the world is now, that’s all on me,” he continued. “How? How is any of this your fault?” Thor scoffed, slipping his hand out from under mine, obviously frustrated. “I failed to kill Thanos. Because of my stupidity, half the population is gone...I couldn’t even protect my brother from him. What good am I?” He explained. Thor was visibly angry, but I knew it was more at himself than me. He was beating himself up for something he couldn’t have helped.

Thanos had been stronger than all of us combined, it hadn’t been anybody’s fault. We’d tried everything we could have. Now we had to mourn our losses before trying to rebuild. “You’re still the king that these people need. If you were truly a failure, then none of those people out there would be alive,” I reminded him. “Their home is gone because of me. I’m not a king, I’m not fit or worthy to lead those people. You don’t need my help to lead, you’re doing great.”

Biting down on my tongue, I held back from telling him the truth, from telling him how I was close to my breaking point. This wasn’t about me; this was about him. And snapping at him for saying the wrong thing wouldn’t help the situation. But there was also only so much I could do or say to him. And it was clear anything I said was falling on deaf ears. I couldn’t make Thor believe me; I couldn’t change him in a day.

And I think I was done trying for today, I didn’t want this to escalate and then I said something that would undo any progress. Taking a calming breath, I forced a hint of a smile. “And I need to get back to them, I promised to help down at the docks,” I excused. Thor’s face dropped slightly to hear I was leaving so soon. “I can come back tomorrow?” I suggested. “Of course.”

We shared another embrace before we headed to the living room. Val had waited for me, offering a smile when she saw us. Goodbyes were exchanged before Val and I left. “How did it go?” She asked. “As I expected, not great. He’s blaming himself for everything, including things that were always out of his control.” “Kinda sounds familiar.”

Side eyeing her, I ignored her comment. Thor was different, he hadn’t been through anything like this before and didn’t know how to process and deal with these emotions, unlike myself. “I said I’d visit him again tomorrow; thought I could clean up the kitchen. Living like that will not help him,” I replied, changing the subject. “I don’t even want to think how bad his bedroom looks.” “Or the bathroom.”

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"...So I Married A Monster" *Chapter 1*

[Yes I know it's absolutely inappropriate/irrelevant but this gif was too priceless not to use it, okay?]

Chapter 2 is HERE!

So, I gotta shout out the anon who asked me to explore this idea from a one-shot I wrote. Which actually was a request from @word-scribbless, so really this was a team effort. LoL.

Alright so here's the sitch:

You're dating Rafael Barba, and you finally decide to introduce him to your kids. Everything's going fine, until he figures out your ex-husband "Billy Loomis" is actually William Lewis!

Chaos ensues.

RIGHT?

Alright so I just decided to elaborate on the one shot, so I hope you enjoy this introduction.

Yes, I don't know why we're going back into the dark dark depths of angsty, dark storylines, but here we go. It's William Lewis once again, so you already know it's not going to be some fun fluff piece.

Plan your expectations accordingly.

Also, @storiesofsvu said they might read this one, so there's that. Eeep.

Obviously my lovelies are the best as well.

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You twirled your hair nervously, pacing back and forth in your living room. Rafael Barba, the man you were seeing, was on his way over, it was just a normal day. Except that it wasn’t. Today was the day you were going to introduce him to your kids. Something he wasn’t even aware you had.

You had your reservations about dating guys without kids, as it never really worked out. Men without kids didn’t tend to understand the problems that came along with it, like having to cancel plans at a moment’s notice if one of your kids got sick or something. But Rafael seemed like a really good man, and though he didn’t seem like the “I love kids” type, you had gotten to know him enough to know he came from a good family, and that he might be open to at least meeting yours. You hoped you were right.

Soon your doorbell was ringing, your toddler Kylie came bounding towards the door.

“I’ll get it!!!!” She squealed.

“Uh– No no, Kylie!” You intercepted her on her way to the door, snatching her up in your arms.

“Maggie!” You tried to call her softly, not wanting Rafael to hear you. Your eleven year old came strolling out of the living room while on her phone.

“What?” She barely looked up at you.

“Can you take her? Please?” You asked her sweetly, causing her to move her phone down from her face.

“Why? Who’s at the door?” She raised a skeptical eyebrow at you.

“Just…a friend,” You looked towards the front door nervously. Maggie noticed your hesitance, it finally made her forget about whatever she was doing on her phone.

“Who is it, mom?” She pressed.

“I’ll explain everything, okay?” You gave her a pleading look. “Just take her in the living room and I’ll be there in a minute,”

“…It’s a guy, isn’t it?” She crossed her arms in a sassy manner.

“Maggie!” You pleaded.

“Ok fine…” She rolled her eyes and took Kylie from your arms. “Come on Ky, let’s go find a snack,”

“Thank you,” You kissed her head and ruffled Kylie’s hair as they walked towards the kitchen. You fixed your hair once more and swung the door open, revealing Rafael standing there holding flowers for you.

“Hey baby,” He kissed you softly while handing you the flowers. “I can’t believe I’ve never been to your house, it’s gorgeous,”

“Probably because we’re in New Jersey,” You teased him. You knew how much he hated Jersey, so the fact that he came all the way out here on his day off, really meant something.

“Probably,” He nodded with a teasing smile.

“So…there’s also another reason, I’ve never asked you here,” You ran your fingers through your hair as he entered your foyer.

“Oh?” He asked, curiously.

“I um, so– remember when I told you about my ex husband…?” Your voice trailed off.

“Yeah, that he was a real douche,” Rafael rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, but there’s a good thing about him,” Your eyes glanced over to where the girls had run off to.

“…Oh?” Rafael had a hint of worry in his voice.

“He’s a…” You looked down. “He’s a good dad,”

“….A good dad?” You heard Rafael’s voice shift an octave higher.

“Yes…” You forced yourself to look up at him. “In fact, he’s been keeping the girls all summer,”

“The girls?” He blinked, trying to wrap his head around it. “As in, multiple?”

“…Yes,” You bit your lip. “….You can run screaming now, it’s okay,”

“Ay, carino…” He put both hands on either of your face. “…Where are they?”

“Really?” You bit your lip with a relieved smile.

“Of course!” He kissed you and wiped a few tears that started dropping down your face as he spoke.

“…Okay, come with me,” You took his hand and let him into the kitchen. Maggie was handing Kylie a pudding cup and a juice box when you walked hand in hand with Rafael. Maggie gave him a side eye, while Kylie instantly bounded over with her snacks and a huge smile.

“Hi!!!!” She beamed at Rafael, sticking out her left hand which of course made the snacks fall out of her hand onto the floor. Maggie groaned in frustration as she ran over and picked up the snacks, now eyeing Rafael up and down.

“…Who’s this, mom?” She asked you, not taking an eye off Rafael. He didn’t seem phased at all, he just stuck out his hand to Kylie, since she addressed him first.

“Hi, I’m Rafael. And what’s your name?” He smiled warmly at her, making her eyes sparkle.

“I’m Kylie!” She shook Rafael’s hand furiously with a huge grin. Maggie snatched her up quickly, breaking their handshake.

“I’m Maggie,” She said curtly.

“Maggie,” You said through gritted teeth. “Be nice,”

“Oh it’s fine, carino,” He chuckled, smiling at Maggie. “I was protective of my mami when she’d bring strange men home too,”

“So you’re saying you’re a strange man?” Maggie smirked.

“Maggie!” You hissed.

“I guess you’ll have to figure that out yourself, chica,” He smirked back.

“…Guess we shall, amigo,” She narrowed her eyes, but quickly smiled. She liked this guy.

“Wow…I’m impressed,” you whispered to Rafael as the girls got more snacks for you and him.

“Thank you, mi amor,” He smiled before kissing you on the cheek. “And thank you, for trusting me enough with your kids,”

“Anytime,” You smiled warmly as you pulled him into a real kiss.

“Gross!!!!!” Kylie made a gagging sound before collapsing into giggles. This had gone better than you could have imagined.

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After you and the kids all had snacks, you set up a movie for them to watch while you and Rafael went to your kitchen table to have coffee and talk more about the situation.

“So...I guess this is a stupid question, but why haven’t mentioned you had kids before this, carino?” Rafael ask while he sipped his coffee.

“Well..” You nervously stirred your coffee with your spoon. “I guess I was selfish,”

“Explain,” He pressed.

“Well I don’t typically start a first date with ‘hey by the way I have kids, so you might wanna run now’,” Your explanation caused him to chuckle in amusement.

“Yes I can see that,”

“And honestly by the second or third date, I don’t even like the guy anymore so it’s just pointless,” Your voice lowered even more as you started to allude to your feelings for him.

“...I see,” His chuckle turned into an amused smile. “And with me…?”

“With you...I wanted to introduce you,” You looked up to meet his eyes, hoping that would be enough explanation. His growing smile made it obvious it was.

“Well, I’m glad you did,” He put a hand over yours. “So I guess you want to keep me around, huh?”

“For now,” You teased him with a small giggle. He leaned over to give you a kiss, but your phone began going off. You looked down to see the screen:

BILLY CALLING

“Oooh, one sec baby,” You grabbed the phone. “It’s my ex,”

Rafael nodded in understanding as you turned from him to have the conversation.

"Hey Billy, what’s up?” The mention of their father’s name caught Maggie’s attention.

“Is that daddy?!” She called across the room. “Tell him WICKED was so fun!!!!”

“Wicked?” You repeated into the phone with a sharp tone. “Billy...did you take them into the City?”

“Daddy lives in the City now,” Kylie added to the conversation.

“He WHAT?!” You stood up and moved away from Rafael as your voice raised. “Billy, when were you going to tell me you moved to New York City?”

“No, I think it is a pretty big fucking deal,” You growled into the phone.

“Swear jar!!” Kylie giggled.

“You know how I feel about the City,” You ignored her as you lectured your ex.

“...And how is that?” Rafael raised an eyebrow.

“Shut up, you know I love it,” You rolled your eyes at him. “I just don’t want my children--” You were cut off by Billy’s questioning.

“What? It’s nobody, Billy,” You saw the hurt in Rafael’s eyes when you called him a “nobody”. You walked back over and squeezed his hand.

“I don’t want to get into ‘the talk’ with my ex on the phone, baby,” You explained softly.

“Well I was pretty sure you introducing me to the kiddos was ‘the talk’, but clearly I was wrong,” He shook his head and stood up to go, but you squeezed his hand tighter preventing him from walking away.

“I’m sorry Billy, that was my boyfriend,” You gave Rafael a small smile, hoping for his approval. His grin back gave you all the approval you needed.

“...What?” Your brows furrowed. “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know I needed your permission to have a boyfriend, Billy,”

“No, he just met the girls today. In fact it wasn’t even like fifteen minutes ago--” Billy’s voice was rising, Rafael could hear obscenities through the phone.

“I don’t think that’s any of your business--” You bit your lip in nervousness.

You hated it when he got like this, he had quite the temper on him. It was one of the reasons you got divorced. That, and the fact that he was constantly absent from your lives for work. It was like raising the girls on your own anyway, so you figured you’d make it official.

Rafael noticed the fear in your voice, and he went into a protective mode. He grabbed the phone from you and spoke to Billy with an eerily calm voice.

“Listen Billy, I don’t know who you are, but I don’t appreciate you calling here and intimidating my girlfriend when we were having a perfectly nice day,”

“.....Barba?” A very familiar, terrifying voice came through the ear piece.

“E-Excuse me?” His voice wavered.

“Rafael Barba, is that you?” The voice half laughed; all of the color drained from Rafael’s face.

“...Lewis?” Rafael barely whispered, causing your eyebrows to furrow again.

“Loomis,” You told him, causing him to furrow his own eyebrows. “His last name is Loomis,” You clarified.

“You have some balls, detective,” His evil chuckle made Rafael’s blood run cold. “First you and the red headed bitch try and put me away, and now you’re fucking my wife?”

“She is NOT--” Rafael clenched his fists.

“You know what, as much as I enjoyed this trip down memory lane, I think I’d like to talk to my wife,” William quickly tried to avoid any more detection.

“Like hell you will--” Rafael started to growl, causing you to snap the phone out of his grasp.

“Um, Billy,” You gave Rafael an accusatory look as you spoke to your ex. “Can I call you back?”

“I don’t want that man near my kids,” Billy stated angrily.

“What?” You blinked in surprise. “Why?”

“He’s a bad man, Y/N,” William lied.

“W-What are you talking about?” You looked at Rafael cautiously.

“What is he saying?” Rafael questioned angrily. “Whatever he says, he’s lying,”

“No I’m not, he’s the one who’s lying to you sweetheart,” William quickly shut Rafael down as he heard his accusations through the phone.

“I-I have to go,” Your voice quivered as you hung up on Billy.

Your mind was racing. Who could you trust?

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After you hung up, you just sat there for a second trying to process what had just happened. You didn’t have much time, as Rafael started throwing a million questions at you almost immediately.

“You were married to William Lewis?” He hissed. “Do you have any idea what that man did to me? My squad? My best friend?!”

You suddenly snapped to attention as the familiar feeling of being interrogated kicked in. “Dining room, NOW,” You grabbed his arm and pulled him into the other room, away from your children’s ear shot.

“What the FUCK are you talking about, Rafael?” You now raised your voice a bit. “I don’t know who the hell you’re talking about, but I married Billy Loomis, not this-- William Lewis,”

“Oh please,” Rafael scoffed with a dry laugh. “That’s barely an alias!”

“I’m sorry, are you insinuating I’m a moron?” You crossed your arms. “You think I’m that stupid not to know my husband is a...whatever you think he is?”

“He’s a MONSTER, Y/N!”

“What are you talking about?!” You tried keeping your voice below a roar, but this was getting to be a lot. “You just heard his voice, you don’t even know if it’s the same--”

“He knew my name,” Rafael simply said. “He knew who I was, and he taunted me about it,”

“He taunted you?” You laughed sarcastically. “How did he ‘taunt you’?”

“He’s rubbing in the fact that he escaped NYPD, and now he’s upset I’m fucking--” He paused at the offended look on your face. “...Dating, his ex wife,”

“Wow,” You exhaled exasperatedly. “Wow,”

“Look I’m sorry to be crass, but those are the words he used,” He put a hand to your face, but you stepped back. “Except he used wife,” He added.

“What are you talking about?”

“He still thinks you're his,” Rafael explained. “He thinks of women as things, as property. And he clearly thinks he still ‘owns’ you,”

“Look I-- I don’t know who you think Billy is,” You shook your head as you walked towards a cabinet full of family photos on display. You picked one up and handed it to Rafael: A family photo at the beach.

Billy’s arms were around you, his gorgeous smile at it’s full power. That smile was heart melting, you fell in love with it as soon as he had flashed it your way in a coffee shop. Maggie’s arms were around his neck, and Kylie was in your lap with her hands raised in glee. It was a few years ago, Kylie was a baby and Maggie was nine.

“But this man isn’t a monster,” You finished your thought. “He’s a kind, generous man. He’s a wonderful father, even if he wasn’t that great of a husband--”

Rafael’s eyes were wide and horrified as he saw Lewis’s arms around you, that sick evil grin looking at him as if he was taunting him through the frame. He snapped his head up when you mentioned him not being a great husband.

“Why do you say that?” He cut you off. “Did he hurt you?”

“What?” You laughed, as if thinking that Billy could ever be violent was the funniest thing in the world. “No, he never hurt me Rafael. That’s why I don’t understand--”

“Look, I don’t want to scare you Y/N,” Rafael put the photo down and put his hands on your shoulders. “But this…’Billy’, he isn’t who you think he is,”

“And who is he?” You gave him a curious look.

“He’s a…” He looked into the other room, making sure the girls weren’t listening. “He’s a serial killer and a rapist,”

“What?!” You yelled rather loudly, stepping out of his grip. “Alright, that’s it--” You started leading him to the door.

“W-What are you doing?” Rafael began to panic as you showed him out. “Y/N please, you have to listen to me--”

“No, I’m not going to sit here and listen to you say such vile things about the father of my children,” You narrowed your eyes.

“Why would I make this up?!” He cried, trying to stop you from shutting the door on his face.

“I-I don’t know,” You looked down, thinking about it. Why would he make up such terrible things about Billy? Then you thought about what Billy had said: Rafael was the bad man.

“Maybe because YOU’RE the monster,” You suddenly glared.

“W-What?” Rafael’s voice fell to a whisper, hurt tears came to his eyes.

“Billy said you were a bad man, maybe you’re trying to flip all of this on him. Maybe Billy was trying to warn me, and you’re trying to get to me first,” The more you said it out loud, the more it made sense to you.

“NO!!!!” He almost screamed, tears now dripping down his cheek. He tried desperately getting back into the house, causing you to put more pressure on the door to keep him out. You had never seen him this...unhinged, before.

“No, Y/N please,” He pleaded with you. “You have to listen to me. Please, for the love of God baby you HAVE to listen to me--”

“No, I don’t have to do anything Rafael,” Tears stung your own eyes.

“I-- I thought we had something,” Your heart was breaking as you spoke.

You had thought you were really falling for this man. This kind, sweet, amazing man. And now it was all unravelling, his true colors were coming out. You almost let this psychopath into your children’s lives.

“We did-- we DO!” He was shaking; he was so upset. “Why do you think I’m being so adamant about this? I-- I love you!”

“Shut up!” You barked at him. How dare he say that to you for the first time, at this of all times?

“You-- You need to leave, Rafael,” You pointed to the driveway. “And don’t come back. Don’t call me, don’t text me,” Your voice was stern but filled with tears.

“No,” Rafael barely whispered, his eyes filled to the brim with fresh tears. “Don’t do this, Y/N. Please don’t do this--”

“NOW,”

“Look-- I’ll go,” He put his hands up in defeat and started to walk backwards off your porch. “But for the love of God-- PLEASE, just--- Just google the name ‘William Lewis’,”

“...Why?”

“You’ll see I’m telling the truth, I swear you will,” He looked at you with serious eyes. He was really convinced of what he was saying to you. Your heart started winning over your head, but just for a moment. You had to think about your children’s safety, you couldn’t listen to the ramblings of a crazy man.

“I don’t need to do that Rafael, you’re clearly the psycho,” You snapped before slamming the door in his face. As soon as it was closed, you sank to the floor and pulled your knees to your chest as you silently sobbed, trying to not alert the girls about the chaos that had just erupted.

Why did this have to happen?

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albertasunrise · 3 years

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Just Friends - Part 3

Masterlist

Summary: You and Marcus shared something in common. You were unlucky in love. You’re the office manager for his department and he's your boss but after one fateful evening, your lives are to be entwined forever.

Relationships: Marcus Pike x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Some Kissing.

Part 1, Part 2

You jumped when two palms slapped down on the surface of your wooden desk. You noted they were a woman's hands and as your eyes followed them up, you were met with the angry glare of Kelly as her nostrils flared at you. Her eyes were red from crying and her makeup was ruined.

“Who the fuck are you to dictate who Marcus can date?” She growled and you gave her a bemused look.

“Excuse me?”

“Well, he broke up with me so I can only assume that it’s because of you.” She snarled, “He doesn’t care like you, why can’t you just let him be happy with someone he actually wants to be with?”

“Kelly look, I had nothing to do with him breaking up with you.” You answered defensively “He’s probably confused. He kissed me at the scan yesterday and-“

“He kissed you?” She screeched, voice cracking as tears started to wobble on her bottom lid.

“Yes, but he was caught up in the moment.” You defended “We’d learned we were having a boy and I don’t know what came over him but…”

“I’ve heard enough.” She snapped, tears falling freely now “I get that you two are having a baby together and that's great but I really thought that he was it for me.” She sniffed, wiping her cheeks with her long fingers “I also thought you were better than this.”

“Better than what?” You shrieked “He kissed me!”

She didn’t elaborate, just stormed out of the office leaving a trail of curious eyes in her wake. That’s not how you’d expected your morning to start. Marcus had broken up with her? Why? Was it because of what you’d said to him yesterday? You turned your head towards his office, noting he was inside with his head in a case file so you gingerly pushed yourself to your feet and made your way over. Knocking three times you shouldered the door open when he said to enter and you were greeted by a tired, miserable-looking man.

“Can we talk a sec?” You asked and he gave you a brief nod before closing the folder and placing it down in front of him “Why did you break up with Kelly?” You asked as you lowered yourself into one of the chairs across from him.

“I didn’t see a future for us.” He replied and you rolled your eyes “What?”

“The truth Marcus.” You groaned “You’re a terrible liar. It’s one of the things I love about you.” You snickered.

“There.” He expelled making you jump “There that’s why.”

“What?”

“You told me yesterday that you love me.” He continued “I haven't been able to stop thinking about it… And when I kissed your yesterday it-“

“We got caught up in the moment Marcus it meant-“

“Will you shut up and let me talk.” He barked, taking you by surprise “I’m trying to tell you that that kiss meant a lot to me. I… I kissed you because at that moment it felt right. I wanted to. Was nothing to do with finding out about the sex. It felt so right and then suddenly I realised everything I’d been blind to all this time.”

“What are you saying, Marcus?”

“I’m saying that I want to take you out to dinner.” He answered, smiling at you “I want to court you. See if there's something here. Not because we’re having a baby together but because I think you're amazing and I genuinely believe that we could be amazing together.”

“Marcus you don’t need to do this.”

“No, I don’t.” He replied and you were startled “I want to.”

You sat there open-mouthed, unable to form a response as he grinned back at you.

“What are you doing tonight?” You shook your head, still unable to mould the words “Then if you’re free, would you like to go out to dinner with me this evening?”

“Yes.” You choked, happy tears slipping down your cheeks as everything you’d ever wanted to hear rattled around in your baby muddled brain.

“Great.” He exclaimed “I’ll pick make a reservation. Pick you up at 7?”

You nodded excitedly, rubbing your bump with one hand as you pushed yourself to your feet with the other.

“See you then.”

You paused by the door, looking over your shoulder at him as he watched you intently.

"Court me?" You asked and he nodded "You're such a dork." You teased and he grinned at you.

…

“GAH!!” You growled, frustrated tears ruining your perfectly applied makeup.

Three knocks at your door pulled you from your current predicament and you sobbed harder as you looked at the clock. Knowing exactly who it is you stomped over to the door and opened it before stalking back to the bedroom to continue your breakdown.

“Everything okay?” He asked, following you.

“No Marcus.” You snapped “Everything is not okay. I can’t fit into anything. I now look like a panda and I…” You trailed off as your tears started to fall again and he pulled you into a warm hug.

“You don’t need to dress up for me.” He said sweetly.

“No Marcus you don’t understand.” You sobbed “Nothing fits. All I have is the stuff I got for work and my oversized loungewear, none of that is nice.”

“Hey… I can cancel the reservation if you want? We can just order in, watch a movie, talk. Whatever you want to do.”

“Really?” You asked, eyes growing wide as you looked up at him.

“Really.” He replied, placing a kiss on your forehead as you sunk into him again “Anything, in particular, you fancy?”

“OOOOOOOO I could kill for Pho.”

“Pho?” Marcus asked, brows drawn together as he looked at you both confused and amused.

“You don’t know what Pho is?” Marcus shook his head “Oh my god Marcus it’s the best! It’s a little like Ramen only better.”

“Pho it is then.” He chuckled as you practically bounced on your toes “Why don’t you get into something comfy and then we’ll order some and slouch on the couch?”

…

You chuckled as you watched Marcus attempt to eat the Vietnamese noodle soup. He was out of his depth but it made him smile to see how happy and content you now were, sat there in your oversized sweater and leggings. He hadn't been able to miss the sight of your growing bump and it had ignited something inside of him that he didn't even know existed. He's wanted to tear off your clothes and worship you but he also wanted to do right by you. The evening was going well, the conversation was flowing and the two of you were clicking. He really didn't want to mess this up by diving in too fast. Finally when the food was eaten, you both settled on the couch to watch a movie, you’d begged him to let you watch Brigit Jones when he’d been scrolling and he agreed without hesitation, pulling the throw on the couch over the both of you as you snuggled up to watch.

“Wait isn’t Mr Darcy a character from Pride and Prejudice?” He piped up, his fingers delicately drawing shapes on your shoulder.

“Well yeah, but this guy’s got the same name. Well, same last name. Not sure the other Darcy's name was Mark.” You replied, giggling with him.

“But didn’t this guy play Mr Darcy in a tv adaptation from the UK?” He pushed and you turned your head to look at him.

“Marcus Pike are you a Jane Austin fan?” You teased and he shrugged, cheeks going a little pink.

“I love classics and she was well ahead of her time as a writer.” He defended and you chuckled “A guy can like that stuff too!”

“Oh completely!" You agreed, grinning at him shyly "I think it’s sexy that you like all that stuff.” You replied, trapping your bottom lip between your teeth "Nothing more attractive than a man in touch with his feelings."

“Oh really?” He asked as he leaned in, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“Mhmm.” You hummed, turning your whole body so you could deepen the kiss and your core started to throb as your arousal grew.

The kiss got heated quickly, tongues fighting for dominance as the two of your swallowed each other's pleasured moans. Your hands travelling up to his shirt, fingers splaying across the soft material before you grew a little bolder and with nimble fingers, you began unfastening the buttons of his shirt. Ripping it open, you revealed his perfect, golden, skin and your mouth practically salivated at the sight as you began to lay open-mouthed kissed along his pecks and down his chest, smiling when he groaned at your attentions. You could feel his want for you growing and your core ached, you wanted him now more than you ever had before.

“Wait… Sweetheart wait.” Marcus shifted, grabbing your shoulders so he could hold you at arm's length "Let's just press pause there for a moment." He suggested as his chest heaved and cheeks flushed, eyes locked with yours.

“What's the matter?” You asked, concerned that you’d done something wrong already starting to consume you "Was I doing something you didn't like or?"

"No." He replied, shaking his head "Nothing like that. That was all good."

"Then what's wrong?" You asked, your insecurities starting to get the better of you.

“I just don’t think we should.” He replied and your stomach sank.

“You don’t want me?” You sobbed, desperately trying to blink back the tears that threatened to fall.

“No… no that’s not it. I just… I don’t want to rush into anything.” He replied and you couldn’t help but scoff.

“Bit late for that don’t you think?” You asked as you pointed at your swollen belly before running your hands up his jeans-clad thighs and up to the waistband “Please.” You pleaded as you leaned in and kissed him again, one hand tangling in his hair as the other palmed his growing erection. He tasted like the soup you'd eaten and the beer he'd drank and you found yourself craving more, straddling his lap you started to grind against him. Desperate for some friction to relieve your aching sex.

“No wait… stop.” He snapped as he pushed you away “I don’t want you.” He instantly regretted his choice of words the moment they fell from his lips and you leapt from the couch and sprinted down the hall “No wait.” He called after you as he chased after you “I didn’t mean-“

“Get out Marcus.” You sobbed as you slammed the door in his face and his stomach twisted painfully.

“I just meant.”

“Get out!” You growled again, desperation filling your tone.

He let his forehead rest against the cool painted wood of your bedroom door for a moment, closing his eyes as he internally scorned himself for his idiotic selection of words. He did want you. He wanted you a lot but he didn’t want to jump straight into bed with you. He wanted to do this right. Wine and dine you so to speak but without the wine. Take you on romantic walks, hold your hand as you gazed up at the stars. He wanted to do this right but he seemed to fuck up at every turn. He could hear you sobbing from within and he felt the urge to just walk in there and hold you. He just needed you to understand. He just needed to make you realise that he was just trying to do the right thing.

“Please just let me explain. That came out wrong.” He pleaded and he allowed himself a moment of hope when you opened the door.

“Get out of my house Marcus.” You spat, venom dripping from every word “I heard you loud and clear now get out of my fucking face.”

He jumped back when the door slammed again, his own tears falling as he walked back into the lounge to grab his stuff before leaving. Hating how he couldn’t seem to get this right.

Why couldn’t he get this right?

Part 4

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t-lostinworlds · 3 years

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can you do tom and reader who’s most likely too couple edition 🥺

TH’s YouTube Extras: Most Likely To

a/n: i’m sorry this took long, love. this is short and sweet, kinda a different format but i hope you still like it! Oh and Harry is in italics ahaha.

☰ youtube channel | recent video

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You were sat crossed legged on the couch, closely beside Tom who was all sprawled out. His legs were open wide as he leaned back on the cushion with one arm on the back of the sofa, right behind you. There was a camera on a tripod right in front of you both that was already recording.

"Hello guys! Welcome to our...second channel, should I call it?" Tom turned to you with a chuckle. You gave him a nod and a sweet smile. "This is basically where we post the shorter and more unplanned videos," he elaborated, glancing back at the camera with a soft chuckle.

"Today we're going to be doing a quick Who Is Most Likely To," you explained. "We've got our ping-pong paddles right here with each our name on opposite sides," you added, showing the camera the paddles with Tom doing the same.

"And Harry is right behind the camera to ask the questions," Tom finished, pointing towards Harry to get this game going.

Who's most likely to date a celebrity?

"That's such a bad first question," you scoffed with a shake of your head, lifting up the paddle with your name.

"I mean, she's dating one now," Tom laughed, doing the exact same and showed your name as he wriggled his brows at the camera.

Who's most likely to be dramatic?

Both of you raised the paddle with Tom's name on it, the lad beside you chuckling with a nod.

"Yeah, I don't think we need to explain this one," he said.

"He's just over dramatic with everything," you pointed out with a playful roll of your eyes.

"No, I'm not!" Tom protested with a loud gasp, the hand that held the paddle landing on his chest as he gawked at you.

"You were saying?" You raised your brow, Tom pouting in response but didn't bother to say another word. You giggled at that, leaning towards him to place a sweet kiss on his cheek that was quick to replace his pout with a bright grin.

Who's most likely to die due to something stupid?

Tom showed your name with a soft chuckle, you nodding in agreement as you lifted the paddle up with your name too.

"I'm just so clumsy," you laughed. "I'd probably slip and break my neck in the process so yeah, me."

"You see now why I'm overprotective over your clumsy but pretty ass?" Tom pointed out, narrowing his eyes at you. "I need to wrap you in those human-size bubbles to keep you from harm I swear."

"See what I mean about overdramatic?" you challenged, turning to the camera with a deadpan expression.

"It's just 'cause I love you too much, darling," he crooned, leaning closer to place a tender kiss on your temple. You leaned into his warmth with a soft hum and a love-struck smile on your lips, a sight that only made Tom's heart melt.

Mostly like to go to prison for something stupid?

"Probably me," Tom chuckled, paddle up to show his name.

You did just the same. "I mean you've already admitted to wanting to rob a bank," you giggled.

"If I have superpowers," he countered.

"But that's still a very stupid thing to admit in public, is it not?" you giggled, Tom sighing softly as he nodded in agreement.

Who's most likely to cry during a sad movie?

Both of you lifted your paddles up at the same time, your name written on each of it.

"I mean I'm a big crier too but it would take a very emotional scene. But the minute she sees someone else cry, she's gone," Tom explained, turning you with a soft chuckle.

"I don't know why but yeah, every time I see someone else cry, I start crying too," you admitted with a timid laugh.

Tom's arm fell from the couch and landed on your shoulder, giving your arm a loving squeeze as he pulled you closer to his side, keeping it touch there for the rest of the video. "It just means you've got a big heart," he gushed, flashing you one of his many charming grins. You beamed at him lovingly in response, giving him a light pat on the chest as a silent 'thank you'.

Who's most likely to cry during sex?

"What kind of cry?" Tom asked, turning towards his brother.

...just generally speaking.

"Well, I haven't so—" Tom shrugged as he lifted his paddle up with your name on it.

"I have," you muttered softly, lifting the paddle of your name up, covering your face with it to hide your slight embarrassment.

"When it just feels too go—" Tom stopped himself when you shot him a death glare. He turned back to the camera and laughed, "I'm not going to finish that sentence or I'll die."

Who's most likely to go a week without a shower?

You showed Tom's name swiftly with a laugh, him doing just the same with a shaking his head in slight shame.

"It's because I'm too busy sometimes," Tom reasoned, turning to look at you with a pout, finger running up and down your arm softly.

"I don't let that happen by the way," you said as you turned to the camera. "If I need to drag him to the shower then I will."

"Among other things she does to get me in the shower," Tom muttered, mischief glimmering in his orbs as he wriggled his brows at you suggestively.

You could only roll your eyes at him.

Most likely to be a romantic?

The two of you looked at each other, paddles remaining down, smiles on your lips because you both know it was a tie.

"We're both equally romantics," Tom chuckled, giving your arm a squeeze before turning to the camera as he added, "She occasionally gives me flowers out of the blue and it honestly makes my heart soar every damn time."

You laughed with a shrug. "Yeah, because flowers don't have genders you know. A lady can get her man flowers too," you hummed, beaming widely at Tom.

"Damn right." He shot the camera firm look before turning to meet your gaze again. "I love getting flowers from you," he gushed, hand running up and down your arm fondly.

"And I love getting flowers from you too." You tilted your head at him with a bright, loving smile. "And sweets," you giggled.

Who is most likely to initiate sex?

"We both do," Tom chuckled, turning to you, his brows furrowing when you had your paddle up with his name on it.

"More Tom than me but not by much," you explained to the camera with a shrug, the lad chuckling without any protest because it was in fact, true.

Who's most likely to use the other person's toothbrush?

You quickly raised Tom's name with a shake of your head. "Mainly because I would never," you said, glancing over to your boyfriend who had his own name up. You stared at him curiously. "Wait a sec, have you?"

Tom flashed you a guilty smile. "It was an accident," he started. "I thought I grabbed my toothbrush but as soon as I placed it in my mouth I made eye-contact with my actual toothbrush and yeah."

"Tom!" you gasped, smacking his shoulder lightly.

"It's not like my tongue hasn't been in your mouth before!" he defended with a laugh.

"That's different you muppet! You're not shoving your tongue in my mouth to clean it now aren't you?"

"Shoving is a bit harsh," he muttered which only earned a glare from you. "Okay, okay! I'm sorry! But it was an accident I swear," he chuckled, wrapping both his arms around you for a quick hug, a soft kiss landing on top of your head soon after.

All you could do was sigh, Tom letting you go with a chuckle as he sat straighter. "Right, last one," he said.

Who is most likely to give a lap dance?

Tom showed your name with a smirk, glancing at your answer which only made him furrow his brows. "What'd you mean me?" Tom chuckled as he gestured towards your paddle with his name on it.

"Uh, have you seen your umbrella performance?" you said as a matter of fact, turning towards the camera with a grin.

The lad beside you groaned in dismay as he hung his head, earning a laugh from you. Lifting his head back up with a grin, he turned to you with a brow raised in challenge. "But who has actually given one?" Tom countered.

You felt your cheeks heat up at that.

"Yeah, that's right turn that paddle around," he teased, you showing your name with a sigh as you hid your face behind the paddle once again. "I'm a very very lucky guy," he hummed towards the camera, earning an eye-roll from you.

"So, that's it for today! I hope you enjoyed this short-styled video. And we'll see you again next time!"

Once he was sure that the camera was off, Tom was quick to wrap his arms around your torso, snuggling into you with a glimmer in his brown orbs.

"Babe, I don't feel like showering today," Tom whined, pout in full play as he looked at you expectantly.

"What, you want an incentive?" You raised a brow at your man, your fingers combing through his hair adoringly.

"Please?" he cooed, hiding face on the crook of your neck, a hot kiss landing on your skin soon after. "Save some water?"

You can't help but giggle at that, knowing that it wasn't a good point since you mostly spend longer in the shower when you're with him. But either way, his offer does sound very alluring.

"Fine, shower in five minutes."

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volleyball-dontknowher · 3 years

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Hungry - Kenma Kozume x reader

Warnings: None

Words: 1185

Summary: You wake up in the middle of the night hungry only to find no food in the pantry and Kenma decides to step in and help

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

Requested forever ago by: @i-eat-glass

A/N: This is a request from so so so long ago and I feel bad but here it is!!! I love you all, stay safe and stay well

Well shit, you were watching Kenma play games on the couch one minute then you fell asleep with your head in his lap and now here you are, laying in his lap still half asleep with your stomach growling. You had eaten dinner so you had no idea why you were so hungry but you couldn’t deny that you were starving. You tried to ignore it and mentally passed it off as gas so you could drift back to your happy dream but you weren’t that lucky because the ‘gas’ was rumbling your entire torso and yelling at you loud enough you swore Kenma could hear it too. Annoyed you sat up, much to the surprise of Kenma who only pulled his eyes away from his game for just a second before you got off the couch and made your way into the kitchen. You rummaged through the fridge only to find food that you weren’t in the mood for or took way longer than you wanted to make.

“What the hell?!?!” You kept thinking to yourself “was I feeling extra skinny at the store this week? Why don’t we have any snacks?” You wished you were joking but you seriously bought no snacks and got supplies to make elaborate meals that sounded delicious but would take at least an hour.

You were going through the last of the pantry hoping to find just one snack when you saw it, your holy grail- nutter butters - the perfect snack. It was as if the world had listened to your desires and perfectly placed this here for you. You grabbed the box and knew instantly that something was wring, the box was empty.

“Kenmaaa” you whined at him from down the hall before you even realized it.

Kenma knows that once you go to bed you are a rock until the morning so seeing you get up and go anywhere but the bedroom was already shocking enough but now you just whined his name in the most adorable way he’s ever heard. He instantly stopped his game and made his way into the kitchen where he watched you throw the box angrily into the trash can as you huffed grouchily. You wanted nothing more than to have a snack and go back to bed but now you were wide awake and annoyed. When you saw him enter the kitchen all you could do was pout at him.

“I-I’m hungry” you just barely whisper at him as your eyes meet the floor.

Kenma didn’t know what he was expecting but this really wasn’t it, you weren’t ever hungry at night, he’d know because that’s when he got hungry. He’d come in and offer to make you both food and you would always tell him that you were okay (he’d still make enough for you just in case you changed your mind and would save the rest for leftovers when you didn’t want it. But the sight of you with your tired eyes and messy hair standing in the kitchen put a little smile on Kenma’s face for a brief moment before he quickly wiped it off knowing that you would grouch at him if you saw it.

Without saying a word Kenma left the kitchen even faster than he entered it which left you pissed.

“Where are you going?” You just barely whispered as you made this face at him 🥺worried that you had just scared him off.

Kenma didn’t answer your question and you followed him out of the kitchen down the hall where you saw him tugging on his jacket as he slipped his feet lazily into some slides.

“What?” You ask as your brain struggles to put anything together.

Kenma doesn’t acknowledge that you said anything and instead grabbes out your jacket from the closet and opens it up so you can slip your arms in. Then he zips you into it and grabs a pair of slippers for you to throw on. After you’re dressed to his liking Kenma smiles at you just a little, “you’re hungry Y/n, so lets go get food,” he shrugs.

“Babe” you whisper at him as he grabs the door for you both and leads you to the car. He gets in and turns on the seat warmers and moves all of the fans to blow warm air at you before he sets off down the driveway.

“What do you want to eat?” He asks, not taking his eyes off the road.

“I don’t know,” you barely whisper, knowing how much that annoys him.

“Okay,” he simply responds and glances over to check on how you are doing before resting one of his hands on your thigh.

Before you know it Kenma has pulled into a drive through across town that he wasn’t particularly fond of but you loved. He pulled up to the first window and ordered everything perfectly without even asking what you wanted to eat. Kenma knew that if he would have asked you would never have given him an answer so he just ordered your favorite and dessert.

You were only half paying attention to what he was ordering so when he handed you a bag followed by a milkshake you were in complete shock.

“Kenma, what’s this?”

“Well I got a chicken sandwich, fries and a chocolate shake for you and I got a burger and some cookies, do you like it?” He asks, looking a little worried because he was so confident in himself.

You simply nodded as Kenma drove you both back home before backing into the parking lot. You reached for the door before realizing that Kenma wasn’t moving.

“Lets eat here, where it’s warm and where we aren’t distracted by other things,” he looks over at you with a little blush. You couldn’t object, you were just hungry (even after you ate fries on the way home) you both sat and talked while you ate together in peace. It was nice having time together where you both weren’t distracted and the world was so quiet. After you finished, Kenma collected the trash and you both headed back inside. He set the bag on the entry table and quickly helped you unzip your jacket and take off your shoes before doing the same to himself. Then he scooped you up (with a strength you didn’t know he had) and carried you down the hall to the bedroom before placing you down on the bed with a little kiss.

“Go to sleep,” he cooed at you.

“I haven’t brushed my teeth or-“

“That didn’t stop you earlier, now let me go clean up and I’ll join you in a sec, okay?” He starts boldly but then he lowers his voice and asks the last part in a hushed quiet tone, hoping you will let him have this one.

You curl up under the covers and nod at him with a little smile before he leaves the room.

The next time you wake up your head is resting on Kenma’s chest and the only noise filling the room is his little snores.

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han-shinsuke · 3 years

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•s t a r t•

“Still dating,” I really don’t mind elaborating the kind of relationship and interaction Levi and I had every time we were together. As long as he’s happy and contented, I won’t ask and won’t even dare open up if he has plans to level up ‘us’. It’ll just make things complicated between our hearts and our real agenda.

“Did you fuck each other already?”

“What? No.”

Although, some nights, he’s in my dreams, fucking his loads into me until he fulfilled his bank of satisfaction.

Let’s just say I’m indebted to him that’s why I am letting him use me as a bait or a shield againsts those women who tries luring him to a marriage or to any responsibilities that would tie him up in a kind of life he never wanted.

Willa flashes a malicious grin and pinches my side, “what if he asks you to do some job for him, will you do it?” I did not falter when I responded.

“I will if he wants me to but, I’m just a bait and nothing more than that.”

“He’s here.” My friend cocks her head to the main gate and we watch his expensive rover enters our University and park right in front of us, “Levi.” Willa acknowledges his arrival and he responds with a nod, “Willa, it’s good to see you.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Wils.” I give my friend a hug and hop on in his car.

Levi drives in silence which was his usual behaviour when we’re together. We lived in a same house but sleeps in different rooms and definitely not into romantics. Though, I’d be happy if we could engage ourselves into it.

He’s just uh, too uptight to be as sweet as a candy.

“Hey there, wait a sec.” His left hand almost got squeezed by the door of my room but he managed to remain calm and unbothered.

The door creaks open and slams closed when we stepped in to my room, him dragging me to the bed I don’t sleep on.

“Wh–why?” I ask when he instructed me to kneel. He sits on the edge, unzips his pants and freed his thing.

I gulp secretly and even curse under my breath. My eyes water at the sight of it and he’s very attentive in cupping my face and wiping the moisture on the corner of my eyes.

“We’ve been dating but you haven’t had a taste of me, right? Let’s start from the bottom, yeah?”

Can I do it? I have never sucked a man’s thing before nor had a chance to touch one.

“You can do it, baby. I’ve seen you licked an ice cream before. Close your eyes if you must, hmm?”

Sounds easy but too hard to execute. I shut my eyes closed. Pray first. Put my trembling hands around his long rod and breathe in strength and confidence.

Its skin feels soft and delicate between my lips but the whole thing is far different. It’s thick and hard as his fingers combing my shoulder length hair, slightly pulling the tension from the scalp. My mouth feels full by just having the tip around the circumference of my lips. It is bigger and harder, enough to piston down the sensitive muscle of a woman.

“Full already?” he teases, grabbing my hair fully as he lifts my head to spit in my mouth. It caught me off having a man’s saliva on my tongue but it feels warm and sweet and arousing that when he dropped his lips onto mine and kissed me hard just to force more of his spittle down my throat, I did nothing but moan alongside with his rough and sloppy kisses.

“Ooh, God!” I gasp after feeling his tight pull on the strands of my hair.

“Do it, baby, ‘kay?” I nod, lowering my head back to his tip, swallowing it first and clenching it against my lips. Levi let out a grunt and before I could even ask if I’m doing the job right, he pushed my head deep to his member, slamming the hard cap against my throat. I squeal and squirm and cry in my head all at once. The feeling of his erection installed fully and deeper in my mouth feels lethal and the tension down my pipe was forcibly undeniable. I let out choking noises and I heard him laugh at it, pulling my head up and slamming it back again. Then pulled again, withdrawing his size to look down at my tears dampened face.

“First time, baby?” I nod again, muffling my cries from the rough force that lingers in my mouth and down my windpipe. I failed in suppressing my cries that’s why I ended up sobbing on his muscular thighs, “ssshh, baby, it’s fine. You hurt?” I shake my head no. Liar. I scream in my head. My throat was throbbing in pain and my mouth feels numb by his huge size that previously stuffed in my airways.

Levi pulls me back to my feet, squeezing my sides with his calloused palms and fingers, face leveling with my chest.

“Why are we doing this?” I sob, holding onto his arms that continuously squeezing and kneading the skin under the uniform I am wearing.

“Can’t we do it?” he asks back, lips thinning into a mischievous grin.

He warms my heart and eases the pain in my throat by lacing his fingers along the lines of my lips, then pushes a digit between it, pressing softly and then poking my tongue with his sharp nail. I closed my eyes as I moan his name, almost like a whisper but loud enough for him to hear.

“Le–Levi... Levi... ” want him to do something to me. Something dirty. Something new. But how can you name a feeling so new, so strange and so addicting?

Another digit was added between my lips, pumping gently, heating the already burning fuel in me, “say it, baby. Say it.” He knows I’m craving for that heat. He’s putting me on the edge like how a bait should be treated. On the edge. On the brink of death.

Completely succumbed, I whisper those filthy shits, “fuck me, please.”

Those words were just a whisper but strong enough to snap him out of his own reverie. I’m just as lost as him. So high and dumb that I didn’t even notice the force he uses on me, tearing the front of my blouse, buttons flying everywhere. Finally, the part of me that aches for some attention, he didn’t think twice and cage the perked buds alternately in his mouth, lapping the pad of his tongue around its tiny size, sucking it hard that makes me bend my top body in a curve of delight as I ask for support through his head.

“Oh my! Levi!” the sounds of his lips between those cruel kiss as he pops each buds with force were enough to take away the remaining sanity in my head. My knees betrayed me, trembling down from the obvious defeat, Levi scoops my weight onto his lap, wrapping my legs with eagerness around his waist, putting his mouth back to business, my grip tightened on his hair, pulling his face tight against my aching breasts.

“Shit, baby!” I feel soaked and it was because of his habit spitting the spot he wants to claim as his own, “damn tits! I can suck these all night aah!” I follow his thirsty moan with a loud gasp and tight squeeze on his shoulders as he devours my chest with so much hunger. The kisses were soft but the teeth works were harsh, leaving marks of his pure desires.

“Come on, Levi! Aah! I–I hhyaahh! I–I need to pee, ooh!” I push his face and look at him pleadingly. The heat was turning up in my stomach. I really need to pee, “Hwait—Aaah!” He bites hard the left bud and I swear I fucking shit myself in my skirt but it was far different from my normal urine. It feels warmer and thicker that a question in my head pops up, “you’re quick to cum.” He confirms it, humping my hips against his protruding erection that has white cream on its tip.

Panting, I crash my lips on his and he’s quick to catch mine and give it the kiss I wanted.

“Levmmpphhh! Haahhh! Too hard hhmmpp!” He uses more of his teeth and tongue, biting the corner then licking the part he made to bleed a little. Levi was strong, his arms were crashing me with its tight embrace, holding me with so much force and selfishness. Trying my best to cope up with his need, I return the kiss in a very sensual manner, moving softly on his lower lip, nipping it, sliding my tongue inside his mouth. The table was turned. His kisses changes course, mimicking the slow pace of my mouth on his.

“Hmmm... ” I moan between his hungry but careful kisses, swallowing everything he could.

The kiss paused for a moment, engaging our eyes full of lust, I dip my mouth once again for a quick smack on his softness. He smiles, tugging down the blouse he tore apart down my elbows, exposing the cold skin of my shoulder and back. I tilt my head voluntarily for him to dip his own with ease. His hot mouth touch my skin, tracing warm kisses from my shoulder up to my neck. He blows a kiss on my throat and suck its skin, nibbling, determined to leave another mark .

“Fuck me, Levi. I want you in. Rail me, please.” He chuckles against my skin, peppering my softness with his cruel kisses. God. Unknowingly, humping and grinding my bottom against his hardness that screams for attention and womanly flesh.

“So desperate, baby huh! Can you take me huh? You don’t blame me if things gone wrong huh?” I won’t hold him accountable for things I pleaded him to do. I want it and I’ll deal with it.

Levi lays me down on the bed, pulling my lower half near the edge, folding my thighs to his heart’s desires after removing my undergarments. He eyed me down there carefully, constantly looking at my worried face. He must have noticed it, the flesh blocking his passage.

“I won’t scream. I won’t make a sound and I won’t hold on to you.” I heard these information from all the girls he had fucked to sleep. He despises women who screams, who cries and those who dares touch him while reeling deep a hole.

It would be painful, I know, but I prefer myself ready if something like this happened and it’s happening.

Levi tosses the clothes around the room, flaunting his perfect built and massive thing. I hold my legs for him, shutting my close as he rubs his tip on the hood, gradually pushing its head.

“G–go on... ” I encourage him, tilting my head to the left, biting my lips hard.

“You desperate little shit!” I unconsciously let go of my legs to cover my mouth when he goes really deep and penetrates the intact hymen to reach the place only his thing can touch.

My whole body shakes as my fingers clutches the bedsheet for external support.

His thing burns the life out of me, burning the core further, suffocating me with how his thing feels like, throbbing ang growing bigger from the fact that he’s the first man to use me like this.

I breathe his name helplessly, “Levi. Levi.”

He’s not making a move yet. He’s watching my every reaction and how my face contorted due to the pain he caused me.

“Are you expecting something after this?” his thing throbbed, growing even bigger. What a cruel way of knocking down my airway.

My lips parted, gasping for air. Pain from the bottom flesh increasing rapidly all over my veins, “N–No... don’t worry.” I give my most genuine smile and swallow my cries and sobs.

“I–I know my place, Levi.” I added before he gone merciless with his deep thrust and cruel kisses.

“Levi, ooohhh!” tightly, hold on to the sheet tightly. There’s no one to cheer me all throughout this session so I did what I needed to do. I comfort myself on my own, grabbing for support onto the sheet as he strikes harder and fast with those thick hips and thighs, spreading my legs with his expert hands.

“Shit, baby! So tight here hah! Damn!” hard blow followed by another blow, forcing my core to accommodate his growing size by folding my legs and spreading them when he’s not comfortable.

I need something to hold on but who and what to hold.

“Lev—” his lips crashes back again on mine, kissing me torridly, fucking my tongue with his tongue, swirling, tasting my mouth full of his spittle.

My heart swells in affection, my tummy from his long and thick manhood. He says, surprisingly, “hold tight, baby.” When I didn’t move because I couldn’t comprehend his words, Levi grabs my right hand and put around his toned arms while lacing his other with my left as he picks up his face and strength. Drilling his rod deeper and fast as he buries his face on my neck, sucking its crooked part, licking his way up to my mouth to kiss me again.

“Aaahhh~ oh my God! You’re so deep! Aahh!” I couldn’t contain my moans anymore. It’s getting louder and he’s not bothering himself with it. He keeps ramming his hips against mine, creaming the already drenched hole.

Another heat is building up in me, making me hold tighter on his body and hand. I started squirming when he put a finger on my clit, rubbing it hard as he pumps hard his long shaft, “shit, baby! Aahhnngg cumming! Aah!”

My body convulses with his shaking ones, pumping even harder, filling me with warm cream until it oozes down my core down to the anus.

“Levi... ” his name rolls out my tongue before I dropped flat weakly on the bed, him on top of me, pressing more of his weight ‘til he completely dry his member out of his jizz.

He moves again. Blowing off another strikes but I’m too weak and too tired to cooperate with him. I just let him use me again and again.

He’s the love of my life after all.

•••

I woke up alone on my bed, feeling numb from the last night activity. He wasn’t here. He must be out and working already. My stomach growls, hunger occupying my senses. I force myself out from the bed, heading to the bathroom to clean myself. His marks are all over my body. The most visible were the one around my neck and my left wrist. He’s gone hard and wild last night, holding me by the neck to kiss me while fucking me from behind. Ah, Levi, what a poison you were.

I dress in my usual boyish clothes, leaving the house with my sore body and numb legs.

The day was peaceful and I’m having my breakfast at a café when this man storms in and snatches my aching body.

“Ouch.” I hiss lowly, not wanting to draw attention on us.

He sits me back on my chair, setting down really close to me, pressing our forehead together.

“You’re not allowed to leave me, Y/N! Fuck. I was so scared!” he’s breathing heavily and angrily.

I sip my coffee before answering, “I can’t even if I want to, Levi. Not in this condition. I can’t even feel my legs.”

I giggle at my own helplessness but he’s still mad, “I have been calling you! Where’s your goddamn phone?!”

“Oh! I think I left it in our house.” I answer innocently, grabbing a waffle from the white china, “hey! that’s mine!” my lips pouted when he stole my food and bit it angrily.

“I love you!” I think I misheard him.

“Huh?” I questioned.

“What an idiot and slowpoke.” Levi commented before gripping my chin and pressing his lips hard on my mouth.

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#love #imagines #smut #levi ackerman #levi attack on titan #levi x reader #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #dirty imagines

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shoichee · 3 years

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Hi, congrats on 100!! Could I please request 27 for Kasamatsu? Thank you very much, and good luck on your finals! :D

Kasamatsu x Reader

27. “If we get caught I’m blaming you”

Word Count: 4416

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Note: the Replace novel starring the Kaijō team was a HUGE inspiration for this, and dear anon who requested this, I hope you’re still around;; I’m sorry it took so long EEEEE But yes! I did okay on my finals anon! I hope you’re doing well too~

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“If we get caught, I’m blaming you.”

“Look it’ll be quick… n-no one’s here as far as I know.”

“B-But…”

“J-Just… be quiet for a s-second, okay?”

“H-H-Huh?! Ah…”

Huh? Kise stopped himself before leaning closer to the edge of the building, slightly doubting his ears. Wasn’t that Senpai’s voice? With someone else…? Alone?

“Oh come on, why are you even block the wa—oh, ohhhhhh, are there any cute girls nearby?—”

“Shh,” Kise hissed, harshly waving his hand over Moriyama’s face to give a signal to stay quiet. “Listen…”

“A-Are you done, Kasamatsu-san…?”

“I-I-I… uh, just…um…”

Kise and Moriyama shared a look of shock… then registration… and finally a look of that spelled nothing but trouble. Immediately, they both simultaneously crouched to squat and share their “realizations” together in hushed whispers.

“Quick—when was the last time Senpai talked to anyone outside of basketball?”

“Hmmmmmm, certainly none of the girls I’ve tried to approach.”

“No, that’s obviously not what I meant!” Kise said, facepalming. “Anyone in your year that he’s been talking to? Maybe anyone in class?” Moriyama continued to hum in deep concentration before he lifted his index finger in a “eureka” moment.

“He’s been talking to (y/n)-san in the hallways recently!” he quietly exclaims, pounding his fist against his open palm to emphasize. “Though their conversations have sounded nothing remotely romantic. No charm, I say.” He struck a pose after to imply that he himself was the charismatic individual.

“.... Right,” he deadpanned, expecting nothing less from his quite… eccentric upperclassman. “Welp, now that we narrowed it down who he might be talking to, I don’t wanna spy on them… but I’m really curious if it’s really this (y/n)-san you mentioned.”

“Well,” Moriyama pouted with a grumble. “One peek wouldn’t hurt.”

“I guess you’re right…”

Kise cautiously scans his surroundings and gauges the situation “clear” to slowly peer from behind the corner of the building, where both of them had been seeking shelter from for the past several minutes. Moriyama follows suit, poking his head out just underneath Kise to see.

Kasamatsu’s back mostly covered your figure, but the view of what was happening did not slip by either Kaijō players’ eyes. He had his arms partially around your head while you were pressed up against his chest. You were gripping onto his loose blazer on his sides to presumably stabilize yourself while Kasamatsu was… fiddling with something on top of your hair? Even so, there’s no denying that the both of you were currently very, very physically close.

“Look… d-does it really take that long to take out petals from hair strands?” you mumbled, looking up at Kasamatsu’s face while trying not to move your head to avoid disrupting his “handiwork.” “I can do this myself....”

“W-W-Well, you can’t risk yourself being unkempt when you go back to class.” Kasamatsu gave a poor attempt at trying to lecture you, judging from his stammers and the way he slightly turns his head to the side to avoid your curious scrutiny. “It’s more thorough this… way. It’s the w-week where these blossoms fall rampantly… you have to be careful where you’re walking under…” In turning his face slightly towards Kise’s and Moriyama’s direction, his exposed flushed face puts the cherry blossom trees around them to shame.

So that’s what he was doing. Kise narrowed his eyes in pity at his captain, and Moriyama expressed a similar expression at Kasamatsu’s struggles. The poor captain’s hands were shaking non-stop. Not only that, he’s been darting his eyes everywhere since you’ve been gazing up at him from below. No wonder he’s been standing there unable to quickly pluck off the petals.

“Should we leave our captain alone to let him lead his own destiny?”

“What are you even talking about, Moriyama-se—”

“W-Whoa!! What a(l)e you [guys doing] he(l)e? Why a(l)e you sneaking a(l)ound (r)ike that?”

Kise and Moriyama instantly whip their heads behind in a panic, seeing a curious Hayakawa jogging up to be with his teammates, and the both instantly pounce on the poor rebound player to slap desperate hands over his mouth.

“Sh-Shhhhhhhhh!”

“Mrmpgh—?!! Lef—What [is going] on?”

“Hayakawa-senpai, please—just be quiet for a sec!”

The ruckus causes Kasamatsu and you to break out of the oddly intimate moment to face towards the direction of the sudden noises. After looking at each other questionably, albeit briefly and with stiff eye contact, there was an unspoken consensus for you two to investigate behind the corner of the building. Imagine both of you guys’ surprise when you two see a tangle of limbs between the Kaijō starter players. Kobori somehow arrived prior, separating poor Hayakawa from his two assailants.

“What… What the hell are you guys doing?!”

“Kasamatsu-senpai!! Is it t(l)ue [that you] and (y/n)-san a(l)e da—mrmf—!”

“Ahaha… we didn’t expect to see you here, Senpai~” Kise smiles with a slight grimace, hand still firm on Hayakawa’s mouth.

“It must be fate, yes surely!” Moriyama confidently speaks, flipping his fringe. Both Kise and Moriyama drop Hayakawa and straighten themselves up. “How else would we encounter such a situation as unique as this?”

“Why are you all here?” Kasamatsu sputters indignantly, but everyone (except you) saw how horrendously red his face was. You peek out from behind his back curiously, noting how Kasamatsu did a 180 in his personality compared to whenever he spoke with you.

“Kasamatsu-san… are they your teammates? You seem very close with them.”

“That’s—”

“Now, now, Kasamatsu-san… we’re only here because we were concerned where you went is all,” Kobori reassures a flustered captain. Kise only stares at him incredulously, but it seems that Kasamatsu, as usual, buys into Kobori’s naivete.

“I see…”

“Wow… the fact that your entire group came to look for you is very sweet of them,” you chime. “They really care for you, Kasamatsu-san…” When you elbow him at his ribs playfully, he immediately straightened himself like a plank.

“N-Nn.”

“Well… it’s almost time for class, so I have to go, see you all!”

“W-Wait, your… uh, hair, um—”

“I can get out the rest of the petals in the restroom, but thank you for trying! I’ll see you later!”

“R-Right…” He puts up his hand in a shy wave as you dash away, but he immediately drops it once you are out of the vicinity to hound on his teammates. “Were you watching this entire time? And stop with the looks—that’s creepy as hell!”

“Sooooooo…”

“Senpai, could it be that you and…”

“Kasamatsu-senpai! I’m (l)ooting fo(l) you!”

“N-N-No!!” he denies, ready to hold an iron fist to stop their antics, but Kobori gently holds onto his raised arm.

“Alright, let’s calm down a bit,” Kobori reasons with a placid smile. “I’m sure we’re all a bit curious because you hardly talk to anyone outside of basketball, right?”

“Kobori…”

“Have you heard of the prerequisites of the key elements of the blooming spring, Kasamatsu?” Moriyama asks, immediately drawing confused looks towards the 3rd-year.

“Moriyama-senpai, we have no clue what you’re talking about,” Kise says, asking the question that’s occupying everyone's mind.

“The key elements…! In the season of new birth, to enrich the experience, they are ‘hanami,’ ‘plums,’ and ‘spring cleaning!’ Of course, the prerequisite to these would be…”

“Please stop—”

“... to have a cute date.”

“... This is ridiculous,” Kasamatsu says irritatedly. “I’m going to class.” He immediately speed-walks to the adjacent building, leaving a scheming group behind.

“You know, if it’s true that he does like (y/n)-san, shouldn’t we help him? It’s the least we can do for our captain,” Kobori suggested.

“That sounds too troublesome,” Kise frowns, averting his gaze to also start to walk away, but Hayakawa immediately latches to his arm to pull him back.

“Don’t be (r)ike that! We have to do this as a team effo(l)t!”

“How did it become like this?!”

“Well…” Moriyama audibly ponders, stroking his chin. “If we make this successful for Kasamatsu, perhaps this can be a template for our own love lives! A sign that we will meet our fated ones this spring!”

“Yes, yes! Mo(l)iyama-senpai is abso(r)ute(r)y (l)ight!”

Oh god, Kise mentally sighs. What has he gotten himself into?

———

“Why are you guys surrounding me like that? Did you not hear me say that we have to change quickly? We can’t have the lockers for long today, considering that the janitor will come to do their routine clean-ups.”

“According to my online research,” Moriyama states, “this mint-scented deodorant will guarantee mutual attraction from the person you like.”

“Wha—?”

“Ignoring what Moriyama-senpai said,” Kise elaborates, scratching his head. “Is it really true that you like (y/n)-san? Otherwise, they’ll keep getting the wrong idea, senpai.”

Kasamatsu gapes like a fish, pulling his shirt collar as he starts to sweat and flush.

“Kise! Be a bit tactfu(r)! You do not unde(l)stand how to app(l)oach this!”

“What’s there to understand, Hayakawa-senpai!? It’s better to be direct about this, or otherwise we’ll be doing this for nothing!”

“Kise may be right,” Moriyama muses. “To be honest gives a feeling of a fresh start in the spring. Kasamatsu, you should follow this example and leave all the baggage behind to obtain a new start.” Kasamatsu could only stand there glued to his spot as his teammates continued to corner him, blocking any possible route to the locker exit.

“I… I…” he gulps. “Th—... that’s… I… like…” His voice dwindles to the softest whisper, but it easily resonates throughout the locker room, where the team had fallen silent in straining to hear and hang onto his every syllable.

“So you do like (y/n)-san,” Moriyama exclaimed, the first one to break the silence. “I see, I didn’t think they were your type.”

“H-Hey…?! Can you not say it like that!?”

“You can’t distort the truth, though. Anyways, you should chat with (y/n)-san nicely.”

“I already do!!” Kasamatsu half-shouts, but he immediately bows his head down shyly. “Wh-What’s a… good topic, you think… to talk to (y/n)-san…?”

“Huh? Just normal topics,” Kise replies, not sure what Kasamatsu meant by the question.

“What’s… normal?”

“Just talk to them like you’ve always done, senpai.”

“Y-Yes, but… h-how can I talk to hint that I l-l-l-like… never mind this is hopeless—”

“Ask them to come watch ou(l) next match [and have] (y/n)-san chee(l) fo(l) you!!”

“N-No! Anyone would run away from that!”

Their conversation was suddenly interrupted when the locker doors opened with a bang, with a very weary janitor standing with his equipment on standby. With a flurry of apologies to the janitor, Kasamatsu recovers himself and ushers everyone out before bidding him a good evening. Walking out of campus several minutes later in silence, Kobori breaks the silence.

“Why don’t we help you, Kasamatsu? Maybe through different methods you will find the best way to ask for a date. Perhaps asking for a cup of tea would be sufficient…?”

“I’m not gonna involve myself with this! No way in hell!”

“Senpai, so you’re just gonna wait and let it fester—u-uwah?!” Moriyama immediately sprays the mint-scented deodorant down Kise’s back to silence him before turning back to Kasamatsu with a straight face.

“What if someone else steals (y/n)-san away for their own elements of spring? After all, it is the perfect atmosphere for them to communicate with the person you like with pickup techniques, with high chances of success.”

“N-No way (y/n)-san would just go along with a random stranger!”

“Who knows? Maybe they’re more suave and have that particular charisma that they’re secretly weak to.”

“Moriyama-senpai, you might be going too far…”

“Kasamatsu, he’s right though, if you hang around (y/n)-san more, not only would you learn more about them, but you’ll protect them from potential unwanted people.” Kobori’s calm voice rang louder above the clamors of the starter players, and everyone immediately looked to Kasamatsu for his response. Kise mentally sighs at how Kobori always manages to misinterpret Moriyama’s words.

“Fine—but only to make sure (y/n)-san will be safe! Don’t get any funny ideas!”

———

Praise. Make them laugh. Praise. Make them laugh. Say something interesting. Say something interesting. Praise. Use a normal topic.

Kasamatsu stands at his usual spot, waiting for you to leave class and meet up with him after school. Only this time, his hands grow clammy, his thick brows deeply furrowed as he wills himself to stop shaking. His teammates spying on him from behind the hallway corner certainly wasn’t helping him either.

“I told you, there’s no way I’m gonna involve myself with this!”

“Come on, Kasamatsu,” Moriyama sighed, shaking the mint-scented deodorant on hand. “We talked about this yesterday. You agreed to this, remember?”

“It was to make sure no one weird bothers (y/n)-san! Why do I have to go along with this?!”

“So you’re fine if I hold (y/n)-san’s hand in the name of destiny…”

“To hell with that!—argh—you!”

Moriyama immediately sprayed the can on the captain’s neck, watching his spine jolt and jump before he was met with an intense glare.

“You’re the captain, right? Come on, you have to show us how it’s done. We all want to see the ways to push the boundaries of romance. Who would lead us if you don’t?”

“What kinda—”

“I ag(l)ee with Mo(l)iyama-senpai! Take the (r)ead, Kasamatsu-senpai!”

“Wouldn’t Kise be someone better to learn from if you wanted to learn how to hit on people?!”

“Senpai, I’ve never done such a thing in my entire life.”

“Kasamatsu, I’m sure Moriyama is just telling you how much we all admire and look up to you. Naturally, we want to see how our captain fares in these situations. Besides, as a team, if something happens, we’ll be there to cover up for you.”

“Well… if you put it like that Kobori… all I have to do is talk to (y/n)-san… right?”

“That’s the spi(l)it!”

“... Kasamatsu-san? Helloooooo…?”

You wave a hand repeatedly over his face, and he immediately blinks and flinches back when you pull him back to the present. He’d been standing still for the past five minutes.

“I-I-I-I…”

“Are you okay? You’re all tensed up… if something’s bothering you, wanna talk about it?”

“W-W-Well… wh-what’s… up.” Normal topic, normal topic.

“Well, nothing much really,” you say, smoothing out your blazer. “I got out the petals but barely made it to class in the nick of time!” You laugh at your own recollection, and he immediately flames a radiant flush.

“N-nn.”

“Is it me… or is our captain…. really, really stiff right now…”

“Shhh.”

You perk up at the noise and slightly tilt to the left of Kasamatsu to discern the source of the hushed whispers… only to spy a conspicuous group of basketball players. You merely raise a brow at your discovery, but you return your attention back to Kasamatsu before he notices your change in gaze. The Kaijō teammates were too busy shushing each other to notice your attention on them.

“Ah, yes! Kasamatsu-san, you just had your trigonometry test right? Those identities and proofs are always so difficult to remember… how do you think you did?”

“G-Good.”

“Wow, that was too quick of a response! I didn’t know you were that confident about it—obviously not a bad thing if you studied for it.”

“N-nn.” Come on, say something interesting. Interesting topic. Something you like. “U-U-Uh… w-weather…?”

“The weather…?” You look outside the window in confusion before you make a face of realization. “Oh! Like how’s the weather?”

“N-nn.”

“Well, it has been a bit windy with all those branches and leaves flying around, but I think it accompanies the refreshing atmosphere of spring very nicely, don’t you think?” You turn back to face Kasamatsu, who’s been slowly bowing his head down gradually more and more the entire time to avoid scrutiny.

“N-nn.”

“You’ve been… really quiet since lunch. I’m serious, if something happened… is there anything I can do to help?”

“Kasamatsu, take advantage of the elements of spring! The elements of spr—”

“Moriyama-senpai, shut… up…!”

“Hey—what are you—?”

“Wait!! Kise! Don’t push, [or else] we a(l)e gonna fa(r)(r)—!”

“Shit—”

Right on cue, the gradual leaning weight from the three players on Hayakawa at the bottom gave way, and everyone tumbled out smack dab into plain sight. Kobori was the only one who managed to break his fall and stayed behind the corner, holding onto Kise in a failed attempt to stop him from exposing his presence. Kasamatsu breaks out of his shy stupor and turns around to see awkward smiles and chuckles.

“Y-Y-You guys—?!”

“Ahaha… sorry Senpai… the floor was a bit… slippery?”

As Kasamatsu forgets about you in dropkicking Kise, you note how the other upperclassmen had their own little quirks in interacting with the captain. Seeing how assertive and gutsy he was compared to talking with you makes you feel unbelievably warm. Little did anyone know, you held a hand to your face as you turned away to let out a chortle before you collected yourself again.

“Ah, I guess I’ll be going now! Your practice will start soon right? I’m sure your friends were only waiting for you… Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, Kasamatsu-san!”

“W-Wait—” Kasamatsu drops Kise from his collar before he turns to you, but in making eye contact he immediately loses courage again. “I-I-I… s-see… you.”

“Of course!” You give a close-eyed smile before you leave.

“You missed the opportunity to set up the atmosphere,” Moriyama sighs, staring wistfully at the mint-scented deodorant. “Was the mint scent not enough?”

“It was going fine until you crashed in!”

“Now, now, there’s always a next time…”

As the upperclassmen continue to bicker and banter (mostly one-sided from Kasamatsu’s end), Kise, who was dropped on the floor by Kasamatsu moments prior, silently stares at the direction you left. Did you leave because you knew how embarrassed Kasamatsu was from that incident?

———

For the next few days, Kasamatsu has been quite clipped with you, reduced to mere “nn’s” and “no’s” during your conversations, and Kise doesn’t know whether you’re just as oblivious as Kobori or whether you’re ignoring it to spare his remaining shreds of dignity. He mentally sighs at how oddly persistent Moriyama is about this even though the captain refused all of his ridiculous “suggestions” every time.

“I believe Moriyama is trying to help out Kasamatsu as a close friend,” Kobori had said, when Kise grumbled about his tenacity. “He just wants the best for him.”

Even so, Kise still heaves a sigh when he sees Moriyama and Hayakawa with an agitated Kasamatsu, knowing that whatever is going on won’t be smooth-sailing. He had no choice but to join them when Kobori sneaked up on him to sling an arm around his shoulders and called over the trio.

“Huh… what’s up with Kasamatsu-senpai?”

“Ou(l) captain is af(l)aid [because someone] da(l)ed to app(l)oach (y/n)-san (l)ight now!”

“Huh? Is that really a problem?” Kise shoots a tired look at the rebound player, but Moriyama solemnly sends a gaze to where he assumed was where you were at right now.

“I knew my online research would come in handy…! Someone also has the knowledge of taking advantage of the perfect atmosphere! Look at the intimacy shared between the two…! The undeniable auras exhibited by them, and elements of spring they embody together!”

“What the hell! No way!” Even through the denials, Kasamatsu looks visibly distressed about the possible “new revelations” between you and what looks to be a close companion of yours.

“I’m gonna have to agree with Senpai on this one, Moriyama-senpai.”

“(R)ook! They finished ta(r)king and (y/n)-san waved them [off with] a smi(r)e!” Kasamatsu whips his head at the speed of light to see you sending them off with the smile Hayakawa spoke of as your friend exits the campus gate. At his dilemma, Moriyama gently nudges his arm to encourage him to go talk to you.

“... According to my online research, talking under sunny weather with a fresh scent is the formula to having the desirable spring experience.”

“Oh shut up, will ya?” Kasamatsu mumbles half-heartedly, but he slowly walks in your direction before he stops to turn back. “You better not interrupt.”

“We [will be all] the way back he(l)e to suppo(l)t you!”

With a final sigh to expel his nerves, he gives a nervous smile to his teammates before coolly walking until you turn to face him once you hear his footsteps. Almost immediately though, his calmness easily dissipates into thin air once again, and his teammates only look on in dismay and worry from afar.

“Er…” Come on, just be direct. Talk normal.

“Kasamatsu-san?”

“Y-You were… d-datin—I mean t-talking, with… someone…”

“Oh, you saw? Yeah, I asked them to meet up with me here actually.”

“Is… that so?”

“Mmhm, I asked for their notes to compare to mine because I feel like I can’t get a hand on the subject sometimes.” Kasamatsu finally finds his voice for the first time in a while when the conversation finally re-enters familiar platonic territory.

“Was it… trigonometry? I did, um, do well on it last time, so…” Normal topics. Normal topics.

“I know,” you laugh. “You told me that a few days ago, remember?”

“W-W-Well…” He coughs to clear his throat and find his voice. “Y-You could’ve… a-a-asked—er…” You patiently wait for him to try to finish his sentence, and out of the corner of your eye you accidentally made eye contact with Kise from the distance.

Kise didn’t expect for you to notice the group even from a sizable distance away. He stayed still for a few seconds to make sure the shared eye contact wasn’t a fluke. Seeing how Kasamatsu was standing there like a statue again, he puts a flat hand next to his lips to discreetly mouth out:

He’s jealous.

To his surprise, you caught onto his cues, giving a subtle yet playful smile of your own before you carefully mouth out:

I know.

The others don’t seem to notice the secret exchange, all too focused on the poor captain bowing his head down out of extreme shyness. Kise doesn’t even know why he’s doing this, but perhaps Kobori was right that it’s only right for the team to help out their hardworking captain.

“Ah, Kasamatsu-san?”

“N-Nn?” He lifts his head up abruptly at the call of his name, and he turns red from mortification at the realization that he stood there like a dunce for the past several minutes. He doesn’t even have time to react to you stepping closer to him with an outstretched hand, and he stands motionless as you slightly fiddle with his cropped hair before you pull out a vivid cherry blossom petal.

“Remember what you told me?” you muse. “That ‘you can’t risk yourself being unkempt?’ After all, you’re right… it is the week where these blossoms fall rampantly… Must I also remind you to be careful where you’re walking under?”

At this point, Kasamatsu is sputtering like a broken engine, his mind barely functioning enough for him to think about putting a hand over his face in a desperate attempt to cover his frenzy.

“I, um, I…”

“Ah… can I ask you something first instead, Kasamatsu-san?” you gently interrupt him, and he flits his gaze back to you before staring at the ground again, and you took that as silent confirmation. “A-Are… are you free to go cherry blossom watching this weekend…?”

He snaps his head up in shock, only to see you slightly pink after that slight stutter in your question. It was your turn to avoid looking at his face.

“N-nn, I’m-I’m free.”

“Ah, that’s great…!” You muster your own courage to hold his clammy hands at his sides. “Can I ask to confirm if this is a romantic date between us?”

“Y-Yes,” he says in a hurry and you only laugh at his shyness. But his piercing eyes focus on your figure before he frees his hands from your loose clasp and reaches out to you, albeit with a slight shake in his hand still, before he clumsily takes out a petal from your hair. “It was… stuck.”

“See?” you shyly tease. “I knew it shouldn’t take you long to take out petals from hair.”

He completely lost his cool in front of you again.

You didn’t really care though… not when he looked absolutely endearing with the onslaught of petals settling on top of his head and shoulders to complement his flushed face.

———

Bonus:

“So are you two dating now?” Kise asks you. You both coincidentally met up at a hallway intersection the next week.

“Well, I think that’s a bit too fast,” you inwardly laugh. “You know how he is more than anyone.” Kise gives a light chuckle of his own before he asks you the question that’s been on his mind for a while.

“Hey (y/n)-senpai, how did you know Kasamatsu-senpai liked you?”

“Eh?”

“It was pretty clear from that time last week that you knew how he felt.”

“Ah… well, remember when he was… trying… to tidy up my hair? When you all spied on us?” you say, continuing when Kise gives a slightly sheepish nod. “It felt… different from how we normally talked. I’m sure he felt it harder than I did. I’ve always been nervous talking to him, but… seeing him so flustered and shy like that made me connect the dots, and then, I became more at ease and knew to be patient, realizing that he does hold a degree of feelings for me. I just didn’t know when was the right time for us to take it a step further.”

“I see. Yeah, that makes sense.”

“I must say, please send my thanks for the rest of the team. I think without you guys, this wouldn’t have happened as smoothly… or quickly.” At your words, Kise only sweatdrops as he remembers Moriyama’s antics, Hayakawa’s over-enthusiasm, and Kobori’s good-natured naivete.

“I’ll… send your regards to them.”

“... Why do you look so hesitant?”

———

End note: the cherry blossom falling season only occurs in the first to second week of April, which would conflict with the timeline of this scenario IRL. The Japanese new school year also coincides with this week, and as 3rd-years, Kasamatsu, Moriyama, Kobori, and the reader would be college freshmen instead. If I wrote it in terms of “last year” with the 3rd-years as 2nd-years, then Kise would still be in Teiko. So for convenience sake… ignore the “realism” in the setting for this :^)

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jonspurpleskirt · 3 years

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Sharing Comfort

A/N: This is for @archivalpride. Prompt was “Sharing Clothes” and “Pre-Canon” so I wrote a fluffy piece to celebrate the quiet moments of trust. 1.7k in word length. No warnings apply.

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Jon did not make friends fast. Most people he found to be too intimidating, boring or exhausting and not many knew what to do with his sudden info dumps and sharp comments that shot out of his mouth seemingly at random.

He'd been alone in Research for a long while because of it and happily so. Things had changed when Tim had joined the Institute, though. Tim had come into the library and sat down opposite Jon with a thunder cloud hanging over his head and pain in his dark eyes. He'd been quiet and snappy in a fake cheerful way that screamed undealt trauma. At least to Jon, who seemed to be the only one to feel the vibes of "Leave me alone" and "I'm grieving" that Tim gave off in a constant stream.

Having Tim as his desk partner was an intense experience despite the way they only ever nodded to each other in greeting at first. But it was also intriguing. A mystery. Jon loved mysteries.

The instances he had ever willingly initiated a conversation with a stranger could be counted on one hand. Which marked the day he tapped Tims shoulder - after roughly two months of co-habiting - to tactfully ask him what he was groaning about as a very special day indeed. They steamrolled into friendship from there, both personalities clashing in the best ways possible.

Jon pulled Tim into nerve wracking research expeditions, Tim flirted them out of being arrested a few times, they went out for drinks and karaoke and movies and stayed late nights to crack nutty cases of supernatural bullshit together.

This went on for months. A nice, comfortable new routine. Jon wasn't alone anymore. And Tim broke out of whatever had pulled him down so much, becoming more cheerful and flirty by the day. Which didn't matter to Jon because Tim would always come to him the most, would always seek out to partner up with Jon and would defend his prickly personality to his dying breath.

And then Sasha joined them. She came from Artefact Storage, which made her a prime target for every curious researcher in a five mile radius. Tim and Jon included. Alright maybe they were the worst of the bunch.

Although Jon only thought of himself as a partner in crime in this one. He had been dragged along by Tim, after all. Sure in the end he had been the one to ask the most questions, but that wouldn't have been the case if he had just been left alone to be antisocial in front of his laptop.

Sasha and Tim, much to Jons chargin, hit it off within the first few seconds. And ever since then their cozy two-someness had turned into a group effort. With specially leverage put on the word "effort".

"Morning Jon!"

Jon let out a deep, rumbly hum, voice not up to the task of supporting words this late in the- He glanced at the little clock at the bottom of his screen. Ah... early in the morning.

With a laugh that was far too cheerful however you would describe the current hour, Sasha sat down next to him. She leaned in to look at what he was working. He leaned away to get her out of his personal bubble.

Her legs brushed his and the rustling drew his gaze downward. She wore a thick wool skirt, long enough not to go against the dress code. It was a somewhat dull navy blue and fell down in enticing waves around her crossed legs.

It looked very soft and comfortable. Jon itched to touch it. Instead he rubbed against the stiff fabric of his own cream coloured dress pants.

"Would you mind?" He snapped at her.

"No. You spelled 'aboriginal' wrong."

"Thank you for your insight. Don't you have anywhere else to be?"

"Don't you?" She shot back, light and quick as though they were just bantering and not fighting over the right to sit at this table.

Sasha huffed at his glare and slid a cup of something steaming over to him. "You keep staying so late that I can buy you a drink at the asscrack of dawn and be sure you're still here to consume it hot. I'm not usually one to judge anyone's sleep schedule. But I'm judging your sleep schedule."

"And yours is any better?" Jon muttered, taking the offering and peeking inside. Black tea with a bit of cream and hopefully enough sugar to rot his teeth out of his mouth. He needed both the coffein and the sweet energy source.

"I'm getting at least two more hours of sleep than you do on a daily basis, so I'm good."

"Tim would have both of our heads if he knew."

Sasha put her hand on the table and stretched out her pinky. "I swear secrecy if you do."

With a snort Jon linked their pinkies. "I'll hold you to that."

So... Maybe Sasha wasn't that bad. She was a little aggressive in her befriending techniques, Jon mused. At least he hoped the early morning chats and cups of tea and coffee were that and not an elaborate plan to get rid of him via slow poisoning. But she was about as curious as Tim and Jon and her skills with computers were very happily exploited by the both of them. So Jon eventually had to admit that she was actually a very nice addition to the group.

Not that he could have ever said no to their friendship. Tim and Sasha put together were a maelstorm of affection, sucking Jon in with a force he had no chance to defend against. And before he knew it they had successfully gotten him accostumed to friday nights at the pub and saturday mornings in their flats, smashed together on a couch or a bed or a mattress depending on who had had the misfortune of playing host that week.

Jon hadn't been this comfortable since Georgie. And that wasn't only the booze talking. It was one of those nights where they ended up leaving the pub early to lounge around Sashas massive sofa instead. Jons head was swimming within a blissful haze of tipsiness.

He was slouching over one end of the couch, head tilted just so that he could watch his two friends bicker. The words didn't really register, but the noise was nice and their expressions were funny.

Without his conscious saying so, his gaze slid down to Sashas leg area. She wore a very eye catching, fluttery red skirt this time around and the way the warm glow of the ceiling lamp was reflected in the material was mesmerizing.

"Oh Jonny boy, don't you know staring like that is rude?" Tim half-joked as he noticed.

Sasha slapped him on the shoulder. "Shush you there's like zero sexual longing in his gaze, Tim. You don't need to go all protective big brother on me. He just really likes my skirts."

"They look comfy." Jon muttered, sinking deeper into the couch.

"Awww. Jon. Jon my love. My friend. My buddy." Tim scooted over to him, nearly face planting on the floor in his eagerness to slide into Jons side. "Is this jealousy I hear?"

"No. Did you just degrade me from lover to lowest friendship tier?"

"Oh I beg to differ." Tim sang, ignoring the question and making Jon scowl harder.

An arm got thrown over his shoulder and Jon was tugged into Tims side, relaxing into the tight hold against his will.

"You know if you didn't make it a sport to buy the most uncomfortable clothing ever, you wouldn't need to glare at Sashas fashion choices all the time. Making other people think things about your intensions."

"Fuck other people."

Jon waited until the surprised laughter of his two friends ebbed down to speak again. "I wanna be comfortable too..."

"Say no more. Sasha to the rescue."

Tim and Jon both whined as she hopped off and darted away into her bedroom. She hadn't been part of the cuddle pile, but her presence was still dearly missed. Thankfully not for long because a few minutes later she reappeared with a long, purple skirt.

"Here you go mister. Go on try it on."

Trading places with her Jon didn't hesitate to shug his trousers off and slip the skirt on. Tim wolf whistled behind him and Jon dutifully showed him a finger. The yelp he heard shortly after told him that Sasha must have taken more direct approach to disciplining Tim.

"Bad boy. I picked that colour for a reason."

Jon flushed at the reminder that Tim and Sasha knew. That they knew and accepted him and even went out of their way to make him comfortable.

"I may not be allowed to touch, but I can still appreciate beauty when I see it."

"Do you need glasses, Tim?" Jon couldn't help but ask while he settled back down.

It was his turn to be slapped on the shoulder. "Nu-uh! No self depricating jokes in my household!"

"Yes ma'am." He scooted over to Sashas side, marveling at the slide of the soft material against his legs. "Anyway. Touching yes. But no sex, only cuddles."

Sasha laughed in delight as she pulled him closer so he could stretch out, the two of them nearly shoving Tim off the couch.

"Wait, wait, wait Jon you're definitely not comfortable yet!"

"Hm?" He frowned at the renewed shifting, jeez everyone was being so squirmy today.

"Dress shirt? Really? Wait a sec."

Tim ended up finding a truly attrocious night shirt he had stored in one of Sashas cupboards. It was rainbow coloured, but at least it was made of a soft cotton and about a size too big on Jon.

"Awww Jon you're adorable!"

"Timothy Stoker don't you dare take a photo."

"Fine, fine. But I will remember this day forever."

It turned out that he didn't need to. The next time they were over at Sashas Jon asked to borrow their clothes again and the next time after, and the next time after that, too. It kind of escalated from there, clothes mixed together until it was hard to remember who owned what.

And that was perfect. Because the most comfortable clothes were always the ones that belonged to his friends.

#tma #archivalpride #my writing #jontimsasha #jonathan sims #tim stoker #sasha james #week one #prompt: sharing clothes #hope i'm doing this right #can be read as friendship #or platonic polycule #i honestly have no clue where to draw the line #fanfic

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beatricethecat2 · 3 years

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"A road trip? How exciting!" Jeanie exclaims.

"They gave you that much time off?" Warren gruffs.

"I'm still working. Sometimes," Myka explains.

"Often," Helena quips.

"And you're still...doing whatever it is you do? For the Secret Service? You never did explain," Jeanie asks.

"'Secret' and 'in-service of' the government, yeah," Myka answers.

"A-And what do you do, Helena?" Jeanie asks.

"I..." Helena glances at Myka.

"...work at a rare book collection. In Montreal," Myka adds.

"For a private patron, specializing in Victorian tomes," Helena elaborates.

"Dad, you should show her your collection."

"Oh, I don't know," Warren grumbles. "Won't be as fancy as she's used to."

"So you're Canadian?" Jeanie presses.

"No, English," Helena says.

"But you work in Canada?"

"It is a British commonwealth."

"Was," Myka snips. "Was a British Commonwealth."

"Is." Helena shoots Myka a firm glance. "Hence the Queen on their currency. I'm not being—"

"But you are sometimes."

"I'm aware," Helena snaps. "I researched my residence. It was easier to obtain a visa there due to my UK passport."

"You only have a British one?"

"Yes."

"Really?"

"Why?"

"I thought they'd give you a..." Myka glances at her parents. "Never mind."

A beat passes as the conversation hits a lull.

"How long did you say you've been traveling?" Jeanie inquires.

"A few months?" Myka looks at Helena for confirmation.

"Two and a half."

"And you've been able to leave work that long?" Jeanie asks Helena.

"I've made arrangements."

Jeanie looks between the two of them, wheels turning in her head. "Did you meet in Montreal? When were you there, honey?" she asks Myka.

"We, um, met a few years earlier." Myka's hands twist together on her lap.

The room quiets as both Myka and Helena fail to elaborate.

"Did something happen at work like last time?" Warren throws out.

"No," Myka answers, a little too forcefully and Helena shies away from her shoulder. She looks in Helena's direction, but Helena won't meet her gaze.

"Something else happened. A few things, actually."

"They don't know about your--"

"No. I went looking for you after my surgery. Then this trip happened—"

"Surgery?" Warren blurts.

"Tumor on my ovaries. They thought it was cancer, but it turned out benign. I didn't tell anyone, but Pete knew something was off. He picked me up from my biopsy and a few weeks later, they cut it out."

"Oh, Myka," Jeanie says.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Warren asks.

"Work was so crazy, I didn't have time," Myka says.

"You were still working?" Jeanie asks.

"You should have stayed with us," Warren adds.

"Tracy just had the baby, and I didn't want you to worry—"

"Baby?" Helena looks at Myka, brow raised.

"I told you, didn't I?"

"I think I would have recalled."

"Sorry. He's what," Myka says, looking at her mom, "three, four months old now?"

"Four and a half. Does your sister know any of this? About you being sick?"

"No. I haven't talked to her much—"

"You've not seen your sister's child?" Helena's whole body turns as she glares at Myka incredulously.

"I-I was recovering. Then I went to find you," Myka says, her tone small. "A-And, it's a baby, right? It just sort of lies there, drooling. I thought I'd wait until he was...walking or something."

"That will take quite some time."

"I saw pictures. I texted I'd see him at Christmas."

Helena and Jeanne share a look of judgement.

"What? I don't get the whole 'having kids' thing."

"You will when you find the right fellow," Warren advises.

"Dad, that's not..." Myka starts, then stops with a breathy grunt. "Helena and I are dating, OK?"

"Oh." Warren's eyes dart to Helena, his expression minimally surprised. "The right woman then."

"You two are dating?" Jeanie asks.

"I thought you could tell."

"You do seem close, which is unusual for you," Jeanie mumbles nodding thoughtfully to herself.

"So surgery and a new beau. Keeping secrets again, Myka? I thought we moved past that," Warren says.

"Helena's not a secre--' Myka's phone rings. "Oh, thank god." She hits accept. "Agent Bering...yes...hang on a sec," she says, striding out of the room.

Helena sits up straighter as all eyes fall on her.

"What's your position on kids?" Warren asks Helena.

"Myka doesn't want them, Warren," Jeanne says, lips pursed.

"Yes, but I'm asking her," Warren points with his eyes to Helena.

"I'm...inclined to agree with Mrs. Bering."

"Oh, Jeanie, please," Jeanie says to Helena. "No need to pressure the poor girl. You have one grandkid already. Be happy with that."

"But Myka's the smart one," Warren says.

"Oh, now you're on her side?" Jeanie quips. "All those years you pushed her—"

"Wells..." Warren interrupts, eyes on Helena. "Myka said your last name is Wells?"

"That is correct."

"Any relation to the author?"

Helena opens her mouth to answer just as Myka swoops in. "Distant," she says and pokes Helena with her elbow as she sits.

"What did they want," Helena asks.

"There's a thing nearby."

"And?" Helena frowns.

"I told them maybe."

"You should have said no. We're otherwise engaged." Helena nods towards Myka's parents.

"You work with Myka at...whatever it is she does?" Jeanie asks.

"She helps out sometimes," Myka explains.

"Often," Helena adds.

"Don't you have to be an agent?"

"She's a former one."

"But she's not American," Warren says.

"It's...a partnership. Of a kind. Not worth explaining."

"Go on," Warren grumbles. "Keep keeping us in the dark."

"You didn't tell me about your cataract surgery."

"We didn't want you to worry," Jeanie says. "They said it was routine."

Myka frowns.

The room quiets again.

"Your shop is quite impressive, Mr. Bering," Helena says, speaking up to fill the pause. "I'm curious about your collection. Myka's told me wonderful things."

"Ach, call me Warren," Warren says, his tone softening. "Let me dig out my Wells first editions. I'll meet you two in the back."

"Sure, Dad," Myka says, watching him leave the room.

"Be civil with him," Myka whispers to Helena. "This was your idea."

"I'm aware--"

"Should we order Chinese or are you two not staying for dinner?" Jeanie asks, rising from the couch.

"We have that thing," Myka says, flashing her phone at Helena.

"Which can wait," Helena snips. "We'd be pleased to join you."

"Good," Jeanie says, her expression brightening. "Myka can tell us more about her surgery. I'll get you that moo shu pork you always liked."

"I haven't liked that since I was twelve."

"Oh, that's right...before your 'vegetarian' phase."

"Do tell," Helena says, perking up.

"She's thin now, but you should have seen her then. A beanpole!"

"I was still growing!"

"You lived on lettuce and Twizzlers."

"She still does."

"Hey, I pigged out at that barbecue place. You were the one picking at it."

"I wasn't familiar with the offerings."

"They don't have barbecue in England?" Jeanie asks.

"Not in her day," Myka pokes.

"That never gets old, does it."

"Nope!"

Helena scowls as Myka grins.

Jeanie looks on, confused.

"Order whatever, Mom. It'll be fine. We should go meet Dad."

"No, I'll bring you two the menu. I don't want to get the wrong thing. Or maybe we should get pizza? You have that in England, don't you, Helena?"

"Not in my day," Helena snips at Myka.

"Myka!" Warren bellows.

"Coming, Dad!" Myka looks at Jeanie. "Whatever you get is fine. Let's go." She grabs Helena's hand and drags her out of the room.

Jeanie shakes her head but smiles to herself as she watches them leave.

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Bering and Wells: Travelogged ("Warehouse 13" Season 5 replacement) Season 1: Episode 6 Title: Colorado Springs: Rocky Mountain Way

Summary: Our intrepid pair travel north-east from Mesa Verde, meandering through the Rocky Mountains, hitting spots both familiar and new. As they descend from Pike's Peak, a last minute decision lands them on the Bering and Sons doorstep, with little, if any, prep work put into what meeting Myka's family might entail.

Previously: Episode 1, Episode 2, Episode 3, Episode 4, Episode 5

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***BONUS SCENE***

"Why don't you allow me to assist," Helena offers, hovering just behind Tracy.

"What's she saying?" Tracy asks Myka.

"Let her make the tea," Myka interprets.

"It's just tea, Myka. I'm not that sleep-deprived."

Helena looks at Myka, her exasperation evident.

"But she's English," Myka explains.

"So?"

"She can make it better."

"It's tea Myka, not rocket science."

"There is a science to it," Helena says, stepping closer to inspect Tracy's setup. "What sort of tea are you serving?"

"The kind with caffeine." Tracy pours water into the teapot and plucks four unlabelled bags from a silver plastic sheath. She plops the bags in the pot and covers it with the lid. "I don't remember the brand. I threw the box out and stuffed them in this one." She hands the box to Helena.

Helena's face droops.

"Helena's kind of a tea expert," Myka explains. "Maybe not as much as Steve--"

"Why didn't you say so! I have the fancy kind." Tracy rustles around the pantry and hands Myka boxes one by one. "Here's Raspberry Zinger and, um, some mint thing, and Sleepytime, but you wouldn't want that now. And I think..." She reaches deep into the cabinet and hauls out a tin. "African Autumn. I won it at a raffle at Kevin's work. But it's loose, not in bags. Such a hassle."

"Yes, indeed," Helena says, her tone slightly mocking. She takes the tin and scours its ingredients.

"How much sleep are you getting?" Myka asks.

"Not much. The kid needs fed all the time, and I'm the milk dispenser." Tracy cups a breast and jiggles it up and down.

Myka wrinkles her nose.

"Too gross for you, huh sis?" Tracy says.

"This ties in nicely to yesterday's conversation with your parents," Helena says.

"Aw, don't..." Myka says.

Tracy twirls around and faces Helena. "Don't listen to her. What did Mom and Dad say?"

"They seemed surprised...no, your father seemed surprised to hear Myka holds no interest in procreating."

"Myka, with kids? Ha! I'd love to see that." Tracy smacks Myka on the arm.

"I could if I wanted to," Myka mumbles, rubbing the smacked area.

"You'd be an excellent mother," Helena says.

"You think so?"

"A helicopter parent, totally. She'd have a spreadsheet for every little thing. Dinner now. Nap now. And if the kid went off script..." Tracy gives an eye roll and a dismissive wave. "Do you have kids?" she asks Helena.

"Not at present."

"Do you want some?"

"I've made my peace with the subject," Helena says, adding a sage head nod.

"Too old?"

"Ha!" Myka's hand flies up to cover her huge grin.

"In a sense," Helena says, scowling.

A tinny cry directs all eyes to the baby monitor.

"Annnd he's up." Tracy groans. "Let me go grab him. I'll meet you in the living room."

"OK," Myka says, eyeing the teapot. "We'll just--"

"Go. Sit!" Tracy says, looking over her shoulder before leaving the room.

Myka and Helena shuffle off and settle on the couch.

"I'm sorry about all this kid stuff," Myka says.

"Twas I that 'poked the bear' today, so to speak," Helena says, scooting closer to Myka. "Did you not mention the child earlier because you thought it would upset me?"

"Maybe? I think it's more I felt guilty about not being as excited as everyone kept telling me I was supposed to be. So I just blocked it out."

"I see."

"Look, I know you were an uber-mom and everything, but is it ok with you how I feel? I don't want to ruin this." Myka takes hold of Helena's hands.

"I have made my peace with the subject. You saw the shell of a person I became to live out a fantasy of family."

"Yeah, but...and it pains me to say this, part of you was happy there."

"Fleetingly," Helena says, looking down at their intertwined hands, squeezing lightly. "But I do believe I'll make a better partner to you because of it, if that means anything."

"P-Partner?"

"Is that not the correct phrase? I have much to learn about modern terminology."

"It is if you...if you think I'm..."

Myka drifts towards an already leaning in Helena, their lips barely touching when...

"Here we are!" Tracy blurts, smiling down at the baby as she walks in. "Your nephew!" She displays the child to Myka.

"Hey, little buddy!" Myka smiles a toothy, performative smile, her eyes opening wider and rounder than usual.

"Waaahh," the baby cries.

"Did Aunt Myka scare you," Tracy says, bouncing him in her arms as his cries continue.

"All I did was smile!"

"Weirdly," Tracy grumps. "He's fussy sometimes."

"May I?" Helena asks, rising, holding out her hands.

"Knock yourself out," Tracy says, gently laying the baby and blanket in Helena's arms.

Helena cradles the boy and rocks him back and forth. "Shhh," she whispers from time to time. His cries decrease in length and volume until he gurgles and quiets down.

"There you are, little one," Helena says, her broad smile echoing her shining eyes. She shifts him to one side and pokes a finger into his tiny hand.

"Myka, your face!" Tracy blurts.

Myka stares at the scene in front of her. "You're r-really good at that," she says.

"I'd have suggested a nip of gin if he wouldn't quiet. But this one's an angel," Helena says.

"For him or for me?" Tracy asks.

"Perhaps both," Helena says, passing the baby back to Tracy. "He seems a tad peckish."

"Eternally," Tracy grumbles, settling into the rocking chair.

"Are you alright?" Helena asks Myka as she returns to the couch.

"I've never seen you smile like that."

"And it disturbed you?"

"No, it was...nice. Brighter than usual."

"Brighter than for you?"

"Just...different."

"I do have a soft spot for infants--"

"So you were about to kiss when I walked in. I knew it!" Tracy blurts.

"Mom didn't tell you--whoa!" Myka shields her eyes as the baby latches onto Tracy's breast.

"All mom said was you were here with your girlfriend."

"Y-You couldn't give him a bottle?" Myka says.

"It's natural, Myka."

"But you're my sister, and that's your boob."

"I'm pleased wet nurses are out of fashion," Helena quips.

"Gin? Wet nurses? How old are you?" Tracy asks.

"Ugh," Myka grunts, face wrinkling as she chances a glance at Tracy. "What'd Mom say again?"

"You were here with your girlfriend. I thought she meant bestie."

"No girlfriend." Myka slips her hand into Helena's and smiles triumphantly.

"Leave it to Mom to understate that," Tracy says, her free hand reaching towards the end table but falling inches short of her goal.

"Allow me." Helena springs up and hands the towel to Tracy.

"Thank you." Tracy blots milk off of the baby's face and her chest. "Ugh, I completely forgot about the tea!" she says, looking up at Helena.

"Not to worry, I'll tend to it. Is there anything else you need?"

"A modesty curtain for Myka?" Tracy jokes.

Myka sticks her tongue out. Tracy reciprocates.

"Milk and sugar?" Helena asks.

"Yes, please," Tracy answers.

"Black for you, I know," Helena says to Myka. "Barbarian."

Myka sticks her tongue out at Helena.

Helena smiles and walks into the kitchen.

"Tell me everything," Tracy says once Helena's out of earshot.

"After you put that thing away," Myka says, pointing with her eyes at Tracy's chest.

"Prude."

"Helena would disagree."

Tracy gasps and throws the milk-stained towel at Myka.

"Gross!" Myka says, ducking away.

"Start talking," Tracy says, buttoning up her top with one hand. "Where on earth did you find her?" Becuase I think I want one, too "

END SCENE

-TBC-

NOTES: No artifacts this time, just a glimpse into family dynamics and H.G. and Myka's budding relationship. I rewatched the episode with Myka's parents to see where that was left in-canon and can't imagine it became more resolved over time. I did a tiny bit of research into Victorian breastfeeding practices and was surprised to have turned up some daguerrotypes/tin types from the 1840's-60's. Apparently, it was a fashion in the US to have your portrait taken while breastfeeding (infant mortality being what is was back then). Look up Hyperallergic's article, "The Victorian-era Daguerrotypes of Women Breastfeeding" for more info. (And yes, nearly everything leads back to photographs somehow with me.) PS: Two more of these and I'll wrap up season one!

#BERING AND WELLS #w13 #fanfiction #fan art #canon divergent AU #Myka Bering #Helena HG Wells #We're going to visit my parents this week #for the first time in a year and a half #so this lines up nicely with that event #it's going to be weird to be in a small town #but nice to get out of this big one

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Diabolik Lovers VANDEAD CARNIVAL ;; Kou Route ー Finale

ー The scene starts in the ballroom

Kou: ...What a shocker. I still can’t believe that I’m the King of the Carnival.

Yui: Fufu, even though we’re receiving such an elaborate celebration?

Kou: I mean, I’m not really the Kingly type. If anything, I would have rather received the title of ‘Prince’ instead.

Ah, but then we wouldn’t get to be together. I don’t like the sound of that!

Yui: I’d stay with you regardless of what type of person you are.

Kou: Yui...

Kou: Fufu, you really are such a cutie. This is what you get...For just being too cute~!

Yui: Wah...!

ー Kou embraces her

*Rustle*

Yui: K-Kou-kun...!?

Kou: Sorry~ But can you endure it for a bit?

This is how I should show...my feelings for you, right?

In that case, I feel like I’ll no longer have to worry about stupid feelings of doubt or jealousy.

Yui: I-I’m happy but, there’s tons of people watching us here so it’s embarrassing...!?

...Besides, I’m pretty sure my heart won’t be able to take it if you start doing this all the time.

Kou: Fufu, is that so~? Then how about I only do this when I really can’t hold myself back?

Just kidding~ I guess that would be pointless. After all, I just love you so much, I’m always struggling to contain myself around you.

ー The crowd suddenly grows restless

Yui: ...!? What could be going on...?

Kou: Seems like the music will start. Say, we should dance too!

Yui: A-A dance? (1) I-I’ve never done that!

Kou: It’ll be fine! I’ll make sure to lead you~

I’m an idol who can both sing and dance after all~ Leave it up to me!

Come on, give me your hand.

???: Wait.

Yui: Ah...!

Kou: Ah! You! You sure had nerve locking us uーー

Yui: Wait, Kou-kun! ...Don’t you think he showed up again because he has something to say?

Kou: Something, you say? We really shouldn’t bother with him.

Yui: No, let’s hear him out? You’d want people to listen when you’re trying to convey your own feelings as well, no?

Kou: ...I guess you have a point.

...Haah.

Aren’t you a little too nice? I just told myself I would no longer feel jealous but I can already feel it boiling up inside of me, you know?

Yui: I mean, this boy is Kou-kun after all.

Kou: ...Easy for you to say. Fine.

Listen up, you...Do you have something to tell us?

Child Kou: ...Yeah.

I’m sorry...for what I did today. I felt envious of the grown-up Kou and...couldn’t help but mess with him.

But I won’t do it again so...Will you forgive me?

Kou: ...

Yui: Kou-kun...

Kou: ...I won’t.

Child Kou: ...

Kou: I ended up doubting her because of you after all.

We got locked up in there as well.

Besides, I’d rather not look at you if I had a choice. I don’t have a single good memory of my childhood after all.

Child Kou: ...

Kou: ...But.

Thanks to you, I realized something important. So I’ll at least express my gratitude for that.

...Thank you.

...I’m sorry. For being the only one who found happiness. ...For being with Yui.

But I am you, you know? So...One day, you can definitely become me.

Wait just a little longer until then, okay?

Child Kou: ...Yeah.

Yui: ( It’s such a strange sight to see Kou-kun pat his own younger version’s head but... )

( The small Kou-kun finally smiled... )

Child Kou: I’m sorry to you too...Yui.

Yui: Oh no. You surprised me but...I’m glad I was able to meet you as well.

Child Kou: ...You’re so kind. It’s really no fair Kou gets to have you.

Say, Yui. Lend me your ear for a sec?

Yui: My ear?

( I guess I should crouch down? )

Here, will this woーー

Child Kou: ...Nn.

*Smooch*

Kou: Aah!!

Yui: ( H-He just, on my cheek... )

Child Kou: Fufu~ Thanks for the treat~

Kou: Hey! What are you doing to my girlfriend!?

Child Kou: Hmph! A little kiss should be fine, right? Didn’t you say that we’re the same person?

Kou: It isn’t!! Even if you are me, I still don’t like it!!

Child Kou: So selfish.

Yui: ( I can no longer tell which one is the child of the two... )

Child Kou: I’m sorry for deceiving you, Yui. I can’t wait...to meet you.

See you, Kou. Bye bye...Yui.

ー The younger Kou disappears with a flash

Yui: ( Ah...! )

...He disappeared.

Kou: ...Don’t you seem a little disappointed for some reason? Even though he kissed you.

Yui: To be honest...I am just a little...The small Kou-kun was cute after all.

Kou: There’s a cute Kou-kun right here as well, no!? Come on, forget about what just happened!

Yui: Fufu~

Kou: Geez...How dare he kiss you when he’s still just a kid! Not only that, that sly brat went for a surprise attack!

Yui: Fufu, very much like you, no?

Kou: That doesn’t make me happy! ...Well, I thought so too though.

Yui: ( I guess Kou-kun is still Kou-kun regardless of age? )

But...You caught me by surprise earlier. Because you said you couldn’t forgive him...

Kou: I mean, it’s the truth that I was upset and pissed off by him.

But...I realized while looking at him.

That he was most definitely my past self.

I was envious of those who had what I didn’t, and couldn’t forgive them...

...I always had that look in my eyes. I’m pretty sure I did around the time we just met as well. Right?

But...I’ve changed now. I have you by my side now after all.

That’s all I need. As long as you’re with me, I don’t think I’ll ever envy someone again.

Although other people might just feel envious of me~

Yui: ...Yeah.

Kou: ...I guess I have to become happy for his sake now as well.

So he won’t have to dread the day...He becomes an adult.

One day he will learn to love, and gaze at the blue skies to his heart’s content!

Exactly. First, I have to learn to believe in myself. I will most definitely find my own happiness.

...Together with you, Yui.

*SCENE SHIFT*

ー The scene shifts to the living room

Karlheinz: ...Well done, Kou.

Child Kou: Yes, Karlheinz-sama.

Karlheinz: What was your impression of them?

Child Kou: ...They seemed happy. I felt envious...So much so I wanted to bully them.

Karlheinz: Fufu, I see. Your efforts definitely played a part in that. You did well.

ー He pats the young Kou’s head

*Rustle*

Child Kou: Yes...! Thank you very much!

Karlheinz: You too, will one day get there for sure. Until then...Get plenty of rest.

ー The small Kou disappears

Karlheinz: Adam and Eve have grown even closer than before through his encounter with his past self.

It seems to me that Adam has effectively learnt what love is, while obtaining it at the same time. This is something worth rejoicing.

Well then, it is time to stop dwelling in the past. How the future will play outーー

It is up to you two. Adam...And Eve.

*SCENE SHIFT*

Kou: Fufu...Say, Yui! Scoot a little closer~

Yui: I-I can’t possibly move any closer!

Kou: Why not? I’m pretty sure the dancing would go much smoother if you moved a little closer?

Come on, you’re already a little shaky as is, see?

Yui: Uu...

Kou: Dare I say it would be in your best interest to leave the dancing up to my perfect self~?

Yui: B-But, the people around us are watching...

Kou: That can’t be helped! We’re the stars of this party after all.

Besidesーー

*Rustle*

Yui: Wah...!

Kou: Did I not tell you? You don’t need to worry about other people staring.

You can’t be embarrassed of something if you simply don’t pay mind to it! If anything, you might actually want to show off?

Yui: ...Is that how you feel?

Kou: Yeah. I mean, I love you after all.

Yui: I feel like that logic doesn’t make sense...?

Kou: Really? Well, who cares? As long as I’m happy right now.

Yui: ...Do you feel happy now?

Kou: Of course! I mean...

How could I not be happy when you’re right here with me?

Say, how about you? Are you happy...you get to be here with me?

Yui: ...Yeah. Of course I am.

I’m happy too, because you’re here.

Kou: ...I see.

Now I can confidently tell the little one as well. That he’ll one day find happiness.

Yui: Fufu, good point.

Kou: ...Say, Yui. Can I kiss you?

Yui: Eh!?

Kou: No?

Yui: Well...It’s kind of rare for you to ask, no? Usually you catch me off guard.

Kou: Yeah. But I can ask it because the two of us are here, right?

I want to feel that you are here with me right now.

So won’t you answer? You’re right here after all.

Yui: ...You really are unfair after all.

Kou: Of course, I am~ Seems like that’s something which hasn’t changed since I was a child?

So...Can I?

Yui: ...Yeah.

Kou: ...Nn...

*Smooch*

Yui: ...

Kou: ...See? Once it stops bothering you, you start wanting to show off, no?

Yui: That’s not true...!

Kou: Fufu...Your face’s red. ...How cute...Nn...

I love you, Yui...

Please stay with me forever, let’s remain happy...For eternity...

*Smooch*

ーー THE END ーー

Translation notes

(1) Since Yui uses the word ダンス or ‘dansu’ from the English ‘dance’ here, it most likely refers to a formal/traditional dance originating from a Western/European country. Typical Japanese dances would be referred to as 踊り or ‘odori’.

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #kou mukami #vandead carnival #diabolik lovers translation #vckoufinale

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