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The Corroded Coffin used to think they'd be the new Metallica or Judas Priest. But where their passion and hard work never lacked, their big break just never came.
What did come, however, was an unexpected change of their career path.
It started innocently enough - they went through yet another failed meeting with recording studios, they'd travelled pretty far and it was for nothing. Instead of going back to Hawkins and risking another one or Eddie's road rages, they decided to break into an abandoned house and drink their sorrows away.
That is, until their empty bottles started collecting themselves, something invisible touched Gareth's shoulder and the dusty floor started showing written messages.
Jeff wanted to flee. Gareth to faint. But Eddie and Freak just shrugged. Eddie gestured towards the approximate ghost location and said "by the power of I don't give a shit anymore, I compel you to sit down and stop it, we'll clean the bottles when we leave tomorrow."
The rattling stopped. There was a moment of silence when the Corroded Coffin actually thought it had worked, but then the ghost overcame its shock and physically threw Eddie, his bandmates and their things out.
They sat on the wet grass for a while and contemplated their whole exitence. Eddie was pretty shaken about the whole thing because he'd just managed to royally piss off a ghost and lived to tell the tale. But apart from absolutely terrifying...it was also fun?
And his friends seemed to think the same. Jeff patted his shoulder and said: "not bad for a first touch with the unknown, huh?"
They stayed in the area and tried again. They decided to tape over their promotional video - not so great, they had to admit after rewatching it - and started documenting their ghostly encounters. And maybe it was just the timing, maybe it was their interactions and personalities, but it worked. They showed some of their tapes to a local TV station and they got a cautious yes, more than they ever had with their music.
They got assigned a small crew, Fred with a camera and Chrissy for sound, wrote their own episodes and did plenty of research. And they got to try quite a lot of different approaches with their ghostly friends. Eddie was amazing at taunting the ghosts, making them appear if there were any present. Gareth had a wonderfully calming presence, managing to save the CC's ass several times. Jeff was the brains, he made sure they'd always know the history of the house and the probable identity of the ghost. And Freak decided to dabble in the occult sciences with a terrifying precision. There could never be enough salt in Eddie's van for all the circles he made.
It all went well until they learned of the Creel House in Hawkins. They went there, did their research and before entering the house, they ordered some pizza for dinner. They assumed it would be over by midnight, thinking it was just another sad story of an unresolved murder, but the ghost of Henry Creel was out for blood.
Oh, and he also controlled the spiders of the house. That was new.
To set the scene: The crew had fled the house about an hour ago. Eddie was crouching behind an old table, blocking Henry's barrage of kitchen knives, shouting "IS THIS THE BEST YOU'VE GOT?!". Gareth was behind the table with Eddie, but he went more into the wailing territory with "I DON'T THINK THIS WILL HELP YOU MOVE ON, HENRY!". Jeff had blocked himself in the pantry and kept trying to identify the triggering moment - "I think he's re-enacting the murder of his mother, guys! Does that help?!" (it doesn't). And Freak gave up on salt circles and was now tossing handfuls at salt around the house with a questionable technique but unwavering determination.
Suddenly, a car horn.
Then, a bitchy male voice: "Are you coming to get your pizza or what? I have other customers to get to!"
Eddie gritted his teeth as Henry added heavy pans to the mix and hit his shoulder. "We're a little busy surviving here! Ask Chrissy to pay you!"
There was a muffled and annoyed "ugh" from behind the door and then: "Is it Henry again?"
Eddie just blinked. Gareth was more ready to answer: "Sure is! He's not a fan of our exorcism!"
And the pizza guy didn't leave. He just huffed and said something that sounded suspiciously like "amateurs".
Eddie wanted to punch him.
But before he could do that, the front door opened. Gareth held his breath, half expecting a sound of knives hitting their target.
Instead, they heard a few more steps and then: "What the fuck, Henry?!"
A faint whispering reached their ears, but they couldn't decipher it. But the pizza guy could.
"I don't care they didn't get your permission, Henry. Yeah, it's annoying, but what are you going to do? If more people die in this house, it's going to get demolished. You know that. Yeah, I know the house is old, but it's great for your spiders, right? They'd be homeless. Do you want to make your spiders homeless, Henry?"
They dared to peek from behind the table, and Eddie had to pinch himself. Because in the middle of the dusty dining room stood one of the prettiest young men Eddie had ever seen, hands on hips and arguing with something invisible.
The man completely ignored them.
"That's what I thought. Now, apologize. No, they can't hear you, so get creative."
All four CC members stared as words formed in the spilled salt: "SORRY".
The pizza guy seemed to be pleased. "Good job, Henry. Now, let me get them out of here and I promise I'll get the Party to bring you some new spiders when they capture them outside, yeah? Three knocks, slide them in a glass behind the door. Got it. Take care, Henry."
Only then did he look at Eddie and the others and frowned. "That's your cue to leave. Get your stuff and go, now." And as they were quickly collecting their scattered notes and recording equipment, he added: "and say goodbye when leaving. Don't be rude."
Four rushed "Bye, Henry!" and "Sorry, Henry"s later, the Corroded Coffin was standing on the grass outside, feeling the setting sun on their skin and smelling fresh pizza. Gareth promptly paid for the delivery, and everyone proceeded to thank their mysterious savior.
"I'm Steve," he said after they'd all expressed their thanks, "and you're stupid. Do you really do this without anyone who sees and hears them? Do you just stumble blindly into haunted houses for a fun and stabby time?"
Eddie had to swallow down a very bitchy response of his own. "Sorry to stroke your ego even more, pretty boy, but a man of your talents is hard to come by."
And Steve, to Eddie's massive shock, just cocked his head and fluffed his hair, probably out of habit, but damn. "Well, consider yourself lucky because I'm open to job offers," he said with a wink that brought Eddie back into his teenage fantasies. "You need someone like me, and I assume you pay better than pizza delivery. Do you?"
Turns out, their producer was willing to get one more person on board, especially when they finished processing the leftover footage from the Creel house.
Steve was an amazing addition. He was snarky, self-confident, easy to look at and most of all, he was fun and compassionate. Watching him communicate with ghosts of kids and help them move on made Eddie's icy heart melt.
But one day they were on a site of an unfortunate teenage death, Steve was chatting with the ghost of a 17 year old girl like they'd known each other for ages, he was laughing, cracking jokes, and then:
"No, he hasn't kissed me yet."
Eddie turned around on his heel and stared at Steve, snickering to himself and talking to a misty figure next to him. And worst of all, they were both staring right at Eddie.
"Hasn't even asked me out, no. You'd think he'd be interested, but I guess I'm doing something wrong."
And Eddie's head short-circuited, and all the repressed fantasies from nights next to Steve in their trailer came back with vengeance. He howled and threw himself at Steve, kissing him right on that bitchy mouth. "Doing something wrong?! Steven Harrington, those shorts of yours are doing everything right, but how about you say something, huh?!"
Steve returned the kiss to the cheering of the CC guys, Chrissy's clapping and Fred's disgusted noise, and shrugged when they broke apart. "I knew you'd get it, eventually. Oh, and Heather?" he turned to the ghost. "You're the best wingwoman ever, in this life and after."
Four good things came from this ghostly encounter:
After the kiss, Gareth finally gathered enough courage to ask Chrissy out. She said yes.
The episode with Heather became the most watched episode of the CC's show.
Steve and Eddie remained in an equally blissful and teasing relationship for the rest of their lives.
And finally...
The TV station decided to design official merch for the CC's show: incredibly short shorts that said on the backside: "DOING EVERYTHING RIGHT".
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Die from a broken heart | MS47 (patreon preview)
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▸Pairing: Mick Schumacher x fem!reader
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“He’s just a friend!” Yn finally snaps, voice getting louder and thicker in frustration.
Mick, who’s at the other side of the room, arms crossed, and face twisted in a frown, scoffs at her words just like he’s been doing the past few minutes they have been fighting.
“Yeah, but at this point, so am I to everyone who knows us,” his remark makes her heart clench.
She loved him, she was sure of that even though they had been together for less than a couple of months. They had known each other for over a year. They were friends before becoming lovers. So his harsh words and his lack of demonstrating hurt hit her differently.
Fighting with someone who won’t match your screams can be slightly worse than fighting with someone who will. Mick had his voice even the whole time, lips pursed, eyes hard. His cheeks flushed from the alcohol, and his stance wide, but other than that, he did not cave, did not scream, or point a finger at her.
“And what do you want me to do Mick? You wanted me to make out with you in front of everyone so they could record and we could wake up being the news headlines tomorrow morning? You more than anyone know how the media can be pushy, how they can break beautiful things.”
“Guess sometimes you don’t need them to break it, those beautiful things will break themselves,” he retorted, walking past her and to the door.
“Where are you going?” Yn asked, tears gathering in her eyes.
“I don’t know, it doesn’t matter to you.”
And just like that, he gave his back to her.
Her sweet, loving, patient boyfriend turned around and stormed off the room as if he was done. As if their relationship was done for.
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“Did you get into the sim earlier than scheduled?” Toto asked when Mick entered the garage, big bags under his eyes and no sign of his trademark sweet smile.
The Schumacher shook his head, “Nah, just couldn’t get much sleep last night.”
“Did something happen?”
“Love happened,” he mumbles, walking to one of the rooms to drop his things there, not before grumbling on the way about how hard relationships were.
Susie who was beside Toto shared a knowing look. The arched brows and darting eyes silently get to the same conclusion.
“Do you really think…?” Toto finally voices and his wife shrugs, biting her lips.
“Maybe. They’re good friends…maybe they’ve been more and we failed to see it.”
Toto sighs, moving the headphones that are on the desk.
“Please, don’t smash it,” she jokes, and he pinches the bridge of his nose.
“She’s our baby.”
“She’s twenty-three, Liebe.”
“Ja, but still…”
“If you asked me to choose someone in the Paddock, it would be Mick. You’ve been working with him for a while now, we both know he’s a good guy.”
“That’s the problem!” He points and Susie arches her brows in confusion, “I’m supposed to hate my baby’s boyfriend, or give him a hard time, but I actually like that blond Ken doll, ugh.”
Susie burst into laughter, and Toto can’t help but let the smallest grin grace his features.
“She’s everything,”
“He’s not just Ken, and you know it, Torger.”
“Well, to me he’s just Ken. She’s my everything, and he’s just Ken.”
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BIRTHDAY SURPRISE
fluff with a touch of angst
shu yamino x fem!reader
summary: everyone is busy on reader’s birthday, even her boyfriend. might as well blow the candles alone.
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“I have to say, boys, are your mothers and fathers watching nijisanji EN?” Nina asked Luca, Vox, and your boyfriend, shu. Luca and Vox said no, while Shu told them about the time where his dad was blasting hope in the dark. You giggle a little, remembering when he first told you and how embarrassed he was.
“What about you, y/s/n (your streamer name)?”
“Oh uh I can’t really say they can know? They passed a few years ago…”
“Oh… I’m sorry.” Nina apologized not knowing.
“It’s okay, don’t worry about it Nina. You know you’re still my other mom.”
“OF COURSE I AM AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! RAHHHH” Nina started yelling to lift the dampened mood. Though you were stuck in your thoughts to even noticed the new topic.
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“Text me when you guys land okay?” 16 year old y/n said as she held her 1 year old baby sister and hugged her parents who were going on a business trip. Her other sister, 7 years old, was crying up a storm and letting mucus run down her nose. She cries and holds her father’s leg, wiping her snot on him here and there.
“Take care of your sisters while we’re gone okay? We’ll be back in no time.” Your mom asks as she places a kiss on each of the sisters’ foreheads. They all nod with a salute, the youngest, Kana, eating her hand. As the couple boarded the plane, they wave their hands and leave back to the car. Y/n gets in the driver seat and the other two in the back with their safety seats.
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“Y/n?” The second oldest, Yuna, called out, playing with Kana’s tiny hands.
“Yes baby?”
“Is mom and dad coming back?”
“Of course they are, you even heard it yourself. They’ll be back in no time. Now, let’s go pick up oniichan!”
“SHUBERT/SHUSHU” The younger two exclaims.
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“I’m surprised you managed to put Kana to sleep.” A dead-tired y/n says as she lays on her boyfriend’s lap. Letting him run his hands through her hair.
“She just loves me more than you.” He leans down to kiss her as she feigned offense and turned her head away. He started kissing her face all over, erupting giggles from the girl. Soon the house phone rings and their laughs die down a little. “Who would be calling at this hour?”
“Oh maybe it’s mom and dad wait let me answer.” Y/n leaves her boyfriend’s side to pick up the house phone. “Hello? Who’s this?”
“Hello, is this Y/N L/N? Daughter of M/N and D/N L/N?”
“Yes, Im sorry, who’s this?” The girl growing anxious.
“We are calling from xxxx hospital, we are sorry to inform you that your parents has passed due to the flight they were on has-…”
Just like that, the girl drops the phone as she falls to her knees. Screaming in indescribable pain. Her boyfriend running to her side and asking what happened. The words didn’t want to come out of her throat. She only clawed at his shirt as he wrapped her in his arms.
“They’re gone, shu. They’re gone!”
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“Y/-Y/n!” Shu called out to his girlfriend, the stream was done and now all the luxiem were just chilling in the same vc as you and shu.
“Shu!” Y/n replied. They both giggle, making the other boys groan.
“I hate it here.” ike
“so unpog” luca
“We get it! We’re single!” vox
“WHAT THE FOK” mysta
“Ah wait guys!” Y/n suddenly remembered something. “Are you guys busy on (d/o/b)?” They all grow silent, an awkward silence fills the call.
“WE’RE BUSY!” they all say, even your boyfriend.
“Even you Shu?”
“Uh- uh yeah! My schedule is full, ya know, streaming and stuff…” Her heart broke a little, her boyfriend not being able to be with her on her birthday.
“ahaha why ask y/n/n?” Mysta asks with an awkward laugh.
“Oh no reason! I just wanted to collab, no big deal though. We can always reschedule. Anyways I have to go, bye guys.”
-timeskip to the day before y/n’s birthday- 11:30 pm.
“SO CHAT, here’s what’s going to happen, im going to turn make the dono limit like, hmm what’s the lowest i can make it… $2! Just so I can get the text to speech and get your messages about what I’m going to tell you all.” Her hands were growing sweaty as she prepped her camera, chest down to wear she sat in front of her monitors.
The camera switches on and the chat starts going wild.
MOMMY?!?!?
HELLOOOOO?!?? YOURE SO FINE?!?!?
STEP ON ME!!!
Y/n just giggles as she sees her chat go crazy over the surprised reveal.
“Okay okay guys, that’s not the only surprise. It’s also… my birthday!” She pops a mini confetti popper. “Well… technically it’s tomorrow but I wanted to celebrate it with you guys.�� Glancing at the clock, 11:58. “I also want to spend the day with my sisters of course.” She plays a cute soft birthday song as she slowly brings in a small slice of cake, with one candle on top. She softly claps to the beat.
“happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me…”
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After her parents death, Y/n held the responsibility of raising her two sisters on her own. She lost touch with her friends as she started working to financially stabilize themselves and help pay for her sister’s schools.
“Hey Y/n! Let’s hang out after school!” One of her friends in her class asked.
“I can’t today guys, I’m busy today.” The girl gently declined, seeing as her shift in the cafe was in 30 minutes. She quickly packs her bag and exits the classroom.
“Hey boss!”
“Yes y/n?”
“Can you teach me how to make the strawberry shortcake? My sisters love it and I want to make it for their birthdays.”
“Oh ofcourse sweetie, let me write down the ingredients and we’ll start as soon as we can, okay?”
Every year, y/n threw a small birthday party for her little sister. Saving all her funds enough to do so. Sacrificing her own birthday and being content with spending time with her boyfriend and sisters.
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“nee-chan!!” 13 year old Yuna and 7 year old Kana bursts through the door to greet their older sister a happy birthday.
“Yu-Yuna, Kana… hi babies.” A broken smile on her face as she looks at her younger sisters. The two run to hug the streamer. Kana asks,
“nee-chan, why are you crying?”
Y/n hears the sound of multiple feet stomping in their apartment and into her streaming room. Standing at the door way, her boyfriend and all of nijisanji EN behind him. He drops the gift he was holding, luckily Luca caught it. He quickly embraces his girlfriend and her sisters in a hug. Just then they both cry together
“I’m so sorry baby, I’m so so sorry. I wanted to surprise you…” Shu says as he pushes her hair back and resting their foreheads together.
“Oh shu, I love you so much.” She said as they both lean in for a kiss. They didn’t know how long they were at it until Mysta coughs an awkward cough, vox and ike elbowing his sides. The couple quickly pulls away, whole face red. Shu takes Kana of her lap and holds her pulling Yuna to stand beside him. He nods at the rest of the group, and they quickly engulf the girl with teary eyes and hugs.
“OH MY BABY!” Nina says as she squishes Y/n’s cheeks.
The girls baby y/n and start crying when y/n starts crying again.
“Oh my— Fuck you guys, I thought you guys got tired of me AHAHAHA” that sentence broke everyone’s heart and they all started crying, even the boys as they dog piled on the birthday girl. Luca got a grasp of y/n’s waist and started hugging her and swinging her side to side.
“WHY WOULD YOU THINK THAT?” Luca cries, still swinging the girl to death. After Shu softly taps Luca’s shoulder, seeing his girlfriend getting dizzy, to let her down on her gaming chair as they all surround her. Shu and her little sisters leave the room for a few seconds.
Vox turns down the lights as the three begins to enter the room.
“Happy birthday to you,
happy birthday to you,
happy birthday dear y/n…
happy birthday to youu.”
In front of Y/n was Shu and Yuna, holding a strawberry shortcake, while Kana stands under as if she was holding it up. She smiles and looks around the room, all her friends, in the flesh. She closes her eyes and makes a wish, blowing out the candle.
After cutting the cake and ending the stream, they were all telling stories and eating cake. In the corner of her eye, she sees Shu, Yuna, and Kana with devilish smiles on their face as they conversed. The three stands and walks in front of the older sister with their hands behind their backs.
“What are you guys doing…?” Y/n’s asks cautiously.
They all look at each other and nod. Before she can realize what was happening she feels soft and creamy cake on her face. Shu softly slapping cake into her forehead, Yuna on one cheek, and Kana on the other. The room falls quiet with Luca, Mysta, and Alban gasping loudly. Y/n wipes the cake off with her hand and grabs a handful from the actual cake. She quickly attacks Shu and the two goes into quick chaos. She hears the giggles of her younger sisters and playfully glares at them. Grabbing both of them, Y/n wipes her face and hands onto her sisters’ faces. The room quickly joins in and everything goes to shit. The couple doesn’t realize that someone has snapped a photo of them sitting on the floor.
It’s a photo of Kana eating a strawberry and sitting on Shu’s lap, Yuna on Y/n’s back with Shu covering her eyes, and the couple leaning in with big smiles on their faces.
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THIS IS SO BAD WTFFFFFFF I JUST WANTED TO GET THIS SHIT OUT OF MY HEAD💀💀💀💀SHU YAMINO IS THE BIGGEST GREENFLAG ONG
ALSO THEIR NEW SONG MMMMMMMM SO GOOODDDDDDD THEY ALL SOUND SO GOODD
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Heaven Sent Pt. 6
(Cyno x FemReader /AU Brothel)
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Word Count: 1.01 k
Previous parts: Pt.5, Pt.4, pt.3, pt.2, and pt.1.
No beta, we die like my will to fix my sleep schedule (not proofread)
des: Tbh, barely any Cyno in this one. It's just Candace easing reader into the village :>
warnings: None! Just pure comfort: bubble paths, headpats, hugs, all the good stuff.
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“Y/n, I’m glad to see you here,” the same woman from when you arrived greeted you. Her eyes shifted from yours and curiously onto Cyno’s, the corners of her lips turning a little upwards to a smile in surprise.
“-and in company too.” She offered her arm, stifling a giggle at the general’s silent defeat as you took it and unhooked your hold on him. “That will be all for you, Cyno. Thank you for taking her here.”
Hesitantly, Cyno bided you both good night and headed back to the resting quarters for much needed sleep. Now in the care of Candace, you idly followed her through a pillar of corridors. The sound of running water growing louder, and the air becoming denser as you stepped further and further into the building. With the ambient sounds, there was now the awkward silence between you both with the exception of your feet causing echoes in the hall. Her focus was on the path in front of her but sometimes, she took small, tender, glances your way.
“If…you don’t mind me asking, is something troubling you, Miss Candace?”
“Did you notice my staring? I’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable and please, you needn’t call me Miss. Though, I do appreciate the manners.” She chuckled, sighing heavily afterwards as she spared some thought to your words.
“To answer your question, Y/n, I’m a bit in shock –is all.” her gaze wanders to the pavement leading into the baths. Once you’ve both reached there, she gently unhooks her arm from yours and moves to feel the waters in the bath, sending ripples into the warm pool.
“Life in the desert is hard as it is,” She started as she sat on the edge of the waters, reaching to the side for a bottle of what you can assume is soap, and poured it into the steaming pool. As soon as it hit the water, the steam blew up and permeated a fragrance so mellow and calming, it served to soothe Candace as she eased the words out of her mouth.
“But to think there would be others who would stoop so low…to cause such suffering and to what end?” Her eyes stared into the rippling reflection in contemplation.
Neither of you fell on an answer, and even if you could, it wouldn't undo any of what you had gone through or make it easier as to why you had to. Baring that silence, she turned her attention to you when she felt it was ready. With a gaze as equally soft as her smile, she reaches her hand to gesture to you to come in and you did. With her back turned, she waited until your body came in, she offered,
"If ever you need somewhere to stay, you can come and shelter here in Aaru Village." She looks back to you, your head above the water and your body immersed in the warmth of the bath, easing your tired muscles and letting your back press against the tiles of the bath.
"I'd be coming here followed by a lot of trouble, Candace…I don't think I can do that to you or anyone here." You voiced your hesitancy, it was more of a precaution for her sake. But Candace kept grace, brushing a few locks of your hair and dipping it into the water,
"Then let it. Within these falling sands, the people who come here are allowed peace under my guard." You couldn’t stop yourself from trembling a little at what she said. Could you really do that? Start your life anew here? A thought like that used to be as real as a pipe dream, but as Candace’s fingers reached your scalp and untangled your locks, the choice of your fate became clearer to you. You could, you really could..
"Don't you worry about what may come beyond this canyon. As a community, we'll share our troubles and bear it together." At her affirmations, she stilled at hearing your tears drip into the pool, and in silent understanding, she resumed to brush and wash your hair. Gingerly rinsing the soap off with the waters, and drowning out the sound of your tears.
"It's okay, you're safe now." She said, reassuring and scaring off any worry that might’ve held you in that moment, and from beneath your palms covering your face, you sniffled and smiled.
Once you were done bathing, she left you momentarily to dry yourself and get dressed in fresh linen clothes that she had prepared you. As the two of you walked, you were beginning to see the neighborhood homes coming into view again. From your peripheral vision, you see Candace's smile changed only for a second as she followed your line of sight,
"I hope you won't hold this against me." She suddenly said in a lighthearted but weary tone. Her brows furrowed slightly as you fully turn to her in confusion,
"Hold what against you?" Without warning, a small pattern of steps repeatedly hitting the pavement was heard, and it was fast approaching. Before you could react, a pair of little arms wrapped around your waist, forcing you a step back at the sudden impact.
"Y/n–!" The young boy chirped your name with the biggest smile you've seen him have yet.
"A-arman! You really are here," you bent down to hold his face in your palms, checking for any new scratches or anomalies, his grin squished in your hands in the process.
"Aunt Candace fed me lots of yummy food, and we get to share a big warm bed in our room,"
You didn’t spare another moment and lifted him up in a hug, feeling more secure and happy in how he snuggled into your neck and wrapped his arms around you.
“Candace, everyone and the general…I don’t know what to say..” You hated how many times you’ve let your eyes pour like faucets these days, but no one, not even yourself could fault you for it. She sighed in gladness at your smiling face, and kept her usual poise manner, petting Arman’s hair as he’s held in your arms and mumbled with a gladdened heart,
“Just get the rest you need, Y/n. We’ll say what needs to be said tomorrow morning.”
Hand in hand, you and Arman followed her into the rooms to retire for the night. Under a new roof from outside of the prison you’ve known for so long, your heart is finally at ease.
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A/N: Updates are gonna be slower than before cause I'm in my senior year in HS, waw,, omg :O
Anyways, the lack of Cyno will be made up for in the next one :))
I hope you guys had an enjoyable summer and as always, thank you for coming back :]
Remind someone you love them and until then, <333
-Kapi
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sex, money, feelings, die - katsuki bakugo
part one, pro-hero!katsuki bakugo, reader works in the medical field and has glasses (haha nerd) | cw: mentions of sex and condom use | not proofread babes, literally wrote this after listening to sex money feelings die
thinking of pro-hero bakugo who for the longest time avoided relationships at all costs and left a short string of one night stands. it'd consist of the same 3-4 people he could call up-- it was okay with them as much as it was for him.
men have needs, and his was unavoidable.
so every once in a while he finds himself at a very exclusive club, red and blue lights flashing as the shitty music do little to make the environment a little more tolerable; he knows where he's going and he knows what he's about to do anyways.
he pays for the room, the tab, and the drinks. he doesn't linger afterwards and he goes home straight away.
you don't remember where you fit into his little routine, or when you stumbled into this mess at all.
working in an agency that handles healthcare for pro-heroes, you've brushed shoulders with pro-hero dynamight, thinking less of his arrogant attitude and focusing on your job; that doesn't mean your gaze doesn't linger when he's not looking.
'i heard he was harder to handle in UA!'
'he's actually really dreamy...'
'we brushed hands earlier when he was getting his blood drawn-- his hands are rough!'
'how i wish he'd look at me the same way he looks at his rankings.'
you always roll your eyes at your co-workers hushed whispers in the break room, but you know deep inside you agree with them whole-heartedly.
you hate yourself for agreeing, because it's such a long shot getting a pro-hero to even look at your direction, let alone pine for you the same way you have been.
somehow, he keeps going back to the clinic later than usual and catches you alone. you try telling him it's way past operating hours, but your protest falls on deaf ears.
some nights he'd come to get his blood drawn for his weekly platelet count, he'd get a drug test (commission procedure), or even get his stash of condoms. it was a discreet clinic.
you'd catch yourself blushing as you hand him the box of condoms, feeling your face flare up as you realize they were lubed condoms.
this goes on for a while, till finally you decide you're too tired to work late nights. you can't handle your feelings, and you don't wish to confront it.
the next day at work, you find pro-hero dynamight leaning on the door of the clinic, tapping his foot in annoyance.
'they said you stopped working late.'
you bite your cheek to stop the smile that was making its way to your face. could it be that he actually also have feelings for you?
he makes his way to you and leans down to whisper something in your ear.
this is it, this is finally when he's going to confess that he's been pining over you too--
'you're the only nurse that i get my condoms from.'
you purse your lips. of fucking course.
'fine. also, i'm not a nurse. i'm a medical technologist. please learn the difference.'
after that awkward but eye-opening interaction and giving him what he came for, you mentally slapped yourself. how stupid and naive of you.
clocking out the clinic, you don't notice the black bentley parked across, and you sure as hell don't notice the blonde man exiting the car; too busy fidgeting with your phone to see if your online purchase has arrived.
to be fair, you just purchased a cat plushie on sale. it was 70% off.
'good, you're still here.'
you jumped in surprise and let out a breath of relief.
'yeah? i'm about to leave. i'll just schedule your blood test tomorrow, if that's alright, sir.'
he grunts in response and steps closer to you.
'sleep with me.'
your eyes widened in disbelief, your mouth agape. what the fuck? literally, what the fuck?
'what? what- i don't- uh, i mean- how? it's not like- huh?'
god you sounded like an idiot, stammering and adjusting your glasses; it's like you're back in high school, reliving the 'nerd' trope.
'you can say no. i wanna know if i'm reading into this correctly.'
'uh, i mean- was there anything to read? was it that obvious? how did you know?'
'you're not as subtle as you think. sleep with me. no feelings involved.'
it's a scene ripped from a page in a book; standing in the sidewalk at sunset with the man you've been pining over asking you to sleep with him.
it's too good to be true. it isn't.
'while i'd really like to sleep with you, i can't right now.'
katsuki bakugo furrowed his brow and stood up straighter. clearly not the answer he was expecting.
'i'll see you for your schedule tomorrow though.'
you smiled genuinely at him before sprinting towards your bus stop.
so much thoughts ran through your head; you were an idiot for turning him down and missing out on the best sex you'd probably ever have, but at the same time, you don't want your first time to be a simple fuck.
after berating yourself for having stupid and cliche ideals and praising yourself for remaining wholesome, maybe saying no wasn't too bad.
katsuki stood there motionless, watching as you scurried away, lips curling into a small smile, amused by your demeanor. he wants you, and he wants your sex.
he'll decide soon if he wants your feelings along with them.
#bakugo x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugo#mha x reader#bnha x reader#katsuki bakugo#sex money feelings die#based off a song#haha i wrote this on a whim#mha#bnha
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Truth of a Parallel
Part 1: The Parallel Identities
Masterlist
Miguel O’hara x OC: Elisa Hannen
Pairing: M/F
Per Chapter Rating: Mature
Warnings: Starting off strong, the same way I started Least Sane Moments, barely edited and proofread, hot off a bet that I wouldn’t make a character to fuck the large dad man, that I clearly lost. No beta, we die like my sleep schedule. This also starts up fast, so buckle up.
Taglist: @gatnalien, @sevikasstressball, @musicmansauxcord, @2downbad4dilfs, @its-paprika
-Miguel-
"Hey, uh, Miguel? You should check the network." Lyla caught his attention, along with the alert that popped up on all his screens. Someone had just jumped universes.
"Who is it?"
"We just barely caught where they were going. The signal was so faint, but they were heading to Universe 4167."
"Who's the local spider?" He asked.
"It's a spider-woman, the locals call her "Widow." She's definitely still masked in this universe. 4167 doesn't always have the best published opinions of her, but popular opinions are quite a bit different. She seems to be responsible, if not, just a little playful and taunting, so she's just your type." Lyla jabbed at him.
"We've already run into twelve different Widows, so what's a thirteenth?"
"This one seems to be a little more spunky than you're used to." Lyla warned.
Miguel opened the portal and shrugged her off. It was a spider-woman called Widow, and she was masked, so he had no idea what she looked like off duty, but her spider suit was black with a silver spider on her chest with legs that ran down her body and over her shoulders and back.
The published news didn't like her which meant the police probably didn't like her. But the popular opinion was good, so she was dealing with either widely known corruption, particularly nasty enemies and had to use excessive force, or she was just that vicious of a vigilante.
4167 was a dark looking universe. This was clearly New York, like most spider people he's met, but either it was always like this, or it had just been a particularly rainy week and the overcast still hung over the city. Every colored light had a bright contrast against the concrete scene, but they all shined off the pavement like silver.
Miguel would have to either find this Widow, or he'd know when his rogue cosmos traveler started kicking up some trouble.
"You hear anything, Lyla?"
"Widow's location is unknown, but a train was just derailed." Lyla pointed at a newsfeed on a billboard showing a train car that had been knocked off the track and was now hanging off the track bridge for dear life.
Miguel followed to the location and found that a Doctor Octopus was searching through the train for someone. He didn't have long until Widow herself was on the scene, which probably meant she was on the train, and he was looking for her in that train car.
Widow stuck her web to the building across the track and made a clean, high speed, dart into the train through the broken window. The Octopus was kicked out the other side of the train, breaking glass and blasting metal with her strength. He was lodged into the stone of the building he hit.
Miguel was left stunned at the maneuver. Either she had intense senses, or she was calculating physics on another level. Both not out of the ordinary for some spiders, but her mix of strength, grace, and precision were clearly marks of a spider-woman well within the prime of her spider career. She was experienced, and at the top of her game. She'd make a good addition to the team.
Widow put her foot down on his chest and webbed down all his mechanized arms so he couldn't move.
"Oscar, this is embarrassing. Really? You're looking for me on a train? With hundreds, neigh, thousands of people watching?" She asked like a mother scolding her kid.
"I needed your attention." He mumbled.
"Well, you got it! So what was so important that you absolutely had to destroy a whole train car and traumatize who knows how many people on a Sunday evening?"
"My equipment picked something up. Something has breached us from beyond this universe." He said. "I figured, since you have… experience, you might have a better chance dealing with this."
Experience?
Widow looked at him with a confused look. "What is it?"
"I'm not exactly sure, but I am sure that it's a person." He said. "He broke through a portal at my lab."
It's a rudimentary attempt at building a gateway across universes. Someone was just starting up, had an interesting experiment and is now probably stuck here.
Widow gave an accepting "hmm" as she stood. "And you couldn't have taken like, one hostage up the Empire building, told me the news, and then dropped them so I'd have to save them and you could get away?"
"I was just looking for you-"
"Yeah, well you found legal trouble, so you're getting arrested." Widow picked up his metal arms, one by one, wrapping them in her web until she could pry him out of the stone wall and drop him in front of all the cops that had gathered around. The fire trucks were able to start helping people out of the train, and Widow was off on her way.
Miguel began to follow her to hopefully catch up and explain the situation, but as soon as he thought he was getting close, she was gone. The street they were swinging along, was only filled with the sounds of the public below.
At least until a sharp pain in his ribs and jaw cracked through his bones and he was hurled into an unfinished office building, shattering the glass and hitting a stack of metal pipes that all hit the concrete with head-splitting clanging and ringing.
Widow had hit him with that same kick she used on the Octopus. Honestly, he was impressed that Oscar hadn't stopped breathing like he had.
She gave him a moment to gather his brain cells off the floor before she calmly walked through the window she'd broken. "No way you're what came through Oscar's portal."
"No." He tried to make his voice sound like that hadn't hurt at all, but her chuckle meant he probably failed. "I'm Spider-Man from Earth 928B. There's been a cosmic disturbance that's opened pathways for smart enough people to cross through universes."
At the very least she wasn't threatened by him anymore. "So you're the lone ranger, catching all the smart, bad-guys that figured out how to jump across universes?"
"I'm not the only one." He said. "But right now I'm here for whoever decided to pay you a visit here on Earth 4167."
"4167 huh?" She wondered. "And… do these different spider people have their own versions of the… people I've met."
"Some have similar friends and enemies." He said, "We really should find this guy."
"Just humor me, Spider-Man." She said calmly, stopping him in his tracks with a kind hand held up. "I can tell you're like me, but… have any of your spider people met aliens from their own universe, but not their world."
That was an odd question, but meeting new spiders was always weird. "I guess some have fought a couple aliens. Why?"
"I just like extraterrestrial threats." She joked and brushed him off. "Now, where's this invader?"
"No idea." Miguel admitted. "But based on what your friend Oscar said, I think they're here by accident. Sounds to me like he was running a test and the path of least resistance was through Oscar's gate at his lab. Do you know where it is?"
"I can find it." Widow shrugged and hopped right out the shattered window. Miguel followed her closely this time.
"How long is it gonna take for you to find his lab?" Miguel asked.
"I was gonna go screw with his girlfriend, because she definitely knows where it is, and I know where to find her." She said.
"Is she a civilian?" Miguel asked, somewhat concerned.
"No idea." Widow stuck to the side of the apartment building and began climbing until she found the window she was looking for by the fire escape.
This was the first window that Widow didn't immediately shatter. He didn't see what happened, but she got the window open with no problem, so it likely wasn't locked.
Now it also made sense with her general vibe. She was a stealth spider like Peter from 90214. Even looking directly at her shoes, he couldn't determine any sound coming from her steps. His were quiet, but still barely audible to his own senses. This spider-woman was completely erasing any evidence of her existence from the apartment.
Eventually she stopped and stood in the doorway, gesturing vaguely for him to stay put.
A woman made a very startled yelp sound from inside the room and now Miguel realizes that Widow is doing a little shadowy lurking move on her target.
"You know it's possible to just knock on my door, I'll let you in." The woman said.
"Sorry, I'm coming from a derailed train. I bet you don't want it to be public knowledge that you're regularly conspiring with a known vigilante." Widow pointed out. "By the way I brought a friend."
She stepped to the side and let Miguel step into view, only to be met with a wide eyed young woman letting out an alarmed "woah."
"He's a spider vigilante from a different universe. Apparently someone's crossed through Oscar's portal." Widow explained.
The woman's eyes were still on Miguel, but now she was much less shocked and more understanding. "So, how'd Elisa rope you into this?"
"He roped me into it!" Widow defended, taking the mask off her head in exasperation.
This was the first he was seeing of her face, and she wasn't at all like the other twelve Widows. Most of them were older than him, but at least four were just teenagers. Elisa was around twenty-five years old, her hair was cut at about her shoulder and was either naturally purple in this universe, or a good dye job. But what stood out, even in competition for attention with the scar on her pale cheek, were nearly startling yellow eyes.
The other woman nudged at him, pulling him out of getting hit with that suddenly. "Buddy, she's a whole different kind of trainwreck."
"Myra!" Elisa snapped.
"Anyway, nice to meet you. I'm Myra Jameson."
"MJ…" Miguel pieced together.
He forgot how strange that might look to her. "How'd you know I went by-"
"Can we find the damn lab already?!" Elisa interrupted.
MJ went silent, staring like she was about to smack the attitude out of her. “Which lab?”
“Oscar’s.” Miguel answered.
MJ nodded. “What was he doing?”
“He said he had equipment that activated to let something in, so it would have to be somewhere with a lot of space for that equipment.” Elisa figured.
“Not necessarily.” Miguel said, taking his watch off to show Elisa for a moment. “That’s my ride across universes. It also stops me from glitching while in other universes.”
“Do you really think he could have something this small?” Elisa asked, handing it back to him. “I don’t even know if cell phones are this small yet.”
Miguel knew universes had many different levels of advancement in technology, but just by looking around what he assumed was MJ’s apartment, either she was broke, or technology was still mostly if not entirely analog in this universe.
“I don’t know. it might still be slightly larger, but still portable.” Miguel said. “For this universe, I wouldn't be surprised if his equipment is more of a portable set up.”
“Is there any way to figure out where this guy came from?” MJ asked, making Miguel wonder.
“Maybe.” He said. “Lyla, is there any way to track anomalies in this universe?”
“Barely managed to scrape together a report on Widow from news coverage, you think I can track an anomaly here?” Lyla scoffed.
“What about radio chatter?” Miguel asked. “Anything about earthquake victims, or homes destroyed by anomalies.”
Lyla went quiet again, her small, holographic form giving him a strange look as she ran through radio chatter. “Congrats, you’re a lucky man, Miguel.” She deadpanned. “There’s a hotspot of strange glitches. The cops don’t know what to make of them.”
The location came up in his HUD. “Thanks, Lyla. Does this look familiar?” Miguel put the location up in the watch’s hologram. It was a shipping yard by the Hudson, and MJ seemed to know.
“Yeah, that’s where we met.” MJ confirmed.
“Great, let’s go.” Elisa pulled her mask back on and Miguel followed her. “Thank you, MJ.”
Elisa was quick to start swinging to the dock, and Miguel wasn’t having too much trouble keeping up.
“You get weird stuff like this in your universe?” Elisa asked.
“Most of the weird stuff in my universe comes from the spider people.” Miguel said.
“How many of us are there?”
“Infinite universes, infinite spider people.” Miguel said. “But we only have about a hundred in my universe at any time. Our total numbers are somewhere in the five hundreds.”
“You just recruited them?” she asked.
“If a spider has skills we can use, we tend to bring them in.” He said. “Impress me, and I’ll get you a watch of your own.”
Elisa chuckled. “Any chance a watch might tell me Miguel’s last name?” They stopped on a roof and her mask was giving him a teasing look since she caught Lyla calling him by name. He towered over her, but she wasn’t even stepping back at the invasion of personal space. “Or do I have to wait until you’re not so shy?”
“Miguel O’hara.” He introduced, letting his mask scan off his head.
She removed her own mask, and unceremoniously looked him up and down. “Elisa Hannen.”
A loud sound of twisting metal startled them both, but Elisa had her mask on before his had even scanned back on. The sound had thankfully just come from a very deformed and shipping container falling out of precarious balance on another twisted container. The source of this destruction was in one of the containers that had been completely blown open like a popped balloon as if it had been frozen half way through the explosion.
“Does this look like someone’s first steps into multiverse travel?” Elisa asked.
Miguel found the scorched remains of some kind of portal array. It looks like Oscar was already trying to build a gate, but someone had used it as an anchor to get theirs to connect to this universe. But it looks like Oscar’s equipment couldn’t handle the energy, and the explosion caused this disruption. “Yea, I know exactly what happened.”
The hologram set the scene before the explosion. Oscar noticed his array beginning to spark to life, and as the portal began sputtering to life, he was smart enough to get the hell out of dodge before something worse happened. The portal began to take form and Miguel knew that knowing who stepped through that portal would be vital to finding them.
As soon as Miguel recognized the holographic figure, his heart dropped.
Clara Kassidy.
She was a rare find in the AHP, and one of the worst to ever fight. And this one looked like a particularly intense opponent. Miguel turned to Elisa to tell her the bad news, but if Miguel was worried, then Elisa was horrified. She had taken off her mask to be able to breathe, and her eyes just scanned the hologram in an absent-minded movement.
“You know her?” Miguel figured.
“Not exactly.” Elisa’s voice struggled to sound strong as she slowly began to regain her breath. “You know where she came from?”
Miguel turned back to the hologram as it finished the scene with Clara noticing the portal ray was shaking and falling apart. She ran off before the explosion caused the wreckage that currently surrounded them.
“So… who is she?” Elisa asked.
If Elisa didn’t know who she was, then why was she so scared seeing her face?
Miguel took her back up to the roof, out of view of any police that might be arriving on scene once they start investigating.
“Her name is Clara Kassidy. She’s an extremely rare variant of the host of the symbiote, Carnage.” Miguel began to explain, showing Elisa pictures and reports of the symbiote across the AHP. “In most universes, Carnage finds the serial killer, Cletus Kasady, which progresses to a canon event.”
“So what’s Clara’s deal?” Elisa asked.
“Clara Kassidy is simply a parallel identity to Cletus Kasady, but we have only ever come across two Claras.” Both of which shared universes with a Widow Spider-Woman. “Elisa, if there’s more than one Clara Kassidy on the loose in this universe right now, I need to know.”
“What makes her more dangerous than Cletus?” Elisa asked, not giving in to his questioning.
“She wasn’t just a serial killer.” Miguel said, “Clara was a very accomplished physicist. She used her status and accomplishments to deflect any suspicion that she was the serial killer prowling the streets at night, but she was using technological advancements she’d make to erase any evidence of her crimes. Because of the delay in the investigation, she was the suspected murderer of eighty-nine people. Eventually she gets caught, but when Carnage comes to Earth, it finds her in her maximum security prison, and it bonds with her, creating one of the most dangerous opponents any spider has ever faced. We know of two universes with a Clara Kassidy, but only one of them still has a spider.”
Elisa didn’t look any less scared. “There is a Clara Kassidy in my universe. She’s currently the head physicist at Oscorp because the last head physicist went insane and hooked his brain up to metal octopus arms.”
“Elisa, we have to get back up.” Miguel finally caved. He really didn’t think even the two of them could take on Carnage, especially if there were about to be two of them.
“Miguel, if what you’re saying is true, then she’s an active serial killer right now.” Elisa argued. “If that isn’t my problem, then you are definitely not my problem.”
“One of them doesn’t have Carnage, the other one does. I’d say the one with the spider-killing symbiote is a much bigger problem.” Miguel argued back.
“One of them is currently killing around eighty-nine people in my universe!”
“And the other will kill hundreds!” Miguel snapped with finality. Elisa stared at him like he should try again and speak to her correctly this time. “Look, we have a better shot at dealing with both of them if we go get backup.” he leveled with her, opening the portal back to his universe where they would have many more resources to figure this out.
Elisa let out a long breath. “Alright, fine. Let’s go.”
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Saga: Rivals - 20
Writer: Akira
Season: Winter
Characters: Jun, Hokuto
Proofreading: 310mc (JP) & hyenahunt (ENG)
Translation: kotofucius
Jun: My question hit a nerve and they exploded on me, just that once. And that was it. Everything was over.
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Location: Sleeping Room
Jun: …Ah. Sorry, that was outta line. Please forget what I just said — That was such a pathetic thing to say.
I’m sure you've got your own hardships too, in having such a famous dad.
Hokuto: …I don’t… really have them.
In that sense, I think, Father and Mother both carried out their role as parents well. I grew up without any unfulfilled needs.
The other children always said with envy, “You have it so nice, Hokuto-kun.”
And as a little child, I liked being told that. My parents were my pride. I wonder when that changed…
I think I simply asked for too much.
I had a luxurious, big home. Delectables to fill my stomach. A comfortable life without shortages in anything.
Dressed in beautiful garments, I spent my childhood in the most ideal environment one could possibly ask for. I was raised with a lot of care and attention… A thoroughbred with pedigree.
Jun: ……
Hokuto: My parents were rarely home due to work, but that’s it…
They’d still do their best to find time, find a break in between their tightly-packed schedule, to see me.
And whenever we saw each other, whenever they were home, they were kind. They showered me with love.
I was much better off than Akehoshi, or the many unfortunate children you’d find across the world…
They didn’t throw me away. They didn’t die and leave me. They cherished me like their own treasure.
They told me over and over that I’m their most precious treasure in the world, that they love me, and they would hold me in their arms.
I was thankful for being born, and for being born as their son… I could think that way, back then.
Hokuto: Yet, no matter how everyone else envied me, and even if I wanted to show off how great my parents were…
Whenever I needed them, my parents were more often absent than not.
That’s just the way it is.
They have thousands of fans waiting for them across the world. I couldn’t just ask them to ruin the hopes of those fans just to come to school for me on parent visitation days.
I held my tongue, and tried to be an obedient son. If I didn’t, they’d surely hate me…
The greater celebrities my parents became, the more often this happened. Even pointing at a TV screen to brag and say “that's my mom and dad!” felt empty.
There was a distance forming between us, and I felt it grow larger and larger with every passing year. And now, here we are.
Before I knew it, they were no longer my parents, but just the people I'd see on the TV.
After all this time, I don’t know how to treat them anymore. Don’t you think it’s such a luxurious issue, Sazanami?
Everyone keeps saying I’m just in my rebellious phase, and that deep down I still love them even if I'm not upfront about it.
But, really, I don’t know anymore. When I was little, they were everything in the world to me, and I loved them. But now… I no longer know how I feel about them.
Jun: ……
…In the end, I really do still envy you, Hokuto-san.
Hokuto: Do you? Of course, that would make sense… It's not like I was abused or unloved.
I simply just didn’t get to be held all the time.
Jun: That so, huh? It was the opposite problem for me — The amount of attention I had was enough to get on my nerves.
Unlike your parents, my damn old man must’ve had so much time on his hands~
By the way, Hokuto-san — Have your parents ever told you to “become just like them”?
Hokuto: No… They paved the way for me, but let me choose which path to take.
Actually, Father and Mother had contrasting opinions for once over that.
Father implied that following in their footsteps would make my life easier.
But Mother complained that it wouldn’t be fun, that she’d rather I become not just an idol or an actor, but a presence that surpasses anything she could imagine.
Not to mention that choosing between those paths feels like I'm choosing between either one of my parents and casting aside the other… I'd feel guilty about it.
Despite everything, I had no intention to make my parents sad.
So in the end, I've tried to choose both. I thought I could shorten the distance between us if I could stand on the same stages as they do.
Isn’t that silly? I was like a foolish child who got lonely so easily.
Jun: Haha. You must’ve loved 'em to bits~ Gotta admit, I’m the same in that respect.
I’m starting to think that besides our dads being an idols, we do have some things in common~
My mother was just an average person, and a big fan of the old man.
When he retired and lost the attention of the public… She resolved to be the one person who'd stay by his side, so they got married.
As she raised me, she always told me to become someone like my father.
She rejoiced every time she looked at me and saw that I was becoming more like him by the day.
In this sense, I think I was much happier off than you, Hokuto-san.
My parents were all over me and meddled with my life, day and night. Only, I never had any choice in it. I was intended to become like my dad from the very start.
Jun: But y'know, when I was old enough to make my own judgement… I had no doubt I wanted to become an idol by then — I happily did my own research, and talked with people who shared the same dream.
That's when I finally found out that my old man was nowhere as admirable nor grand an idol as I'd believed.
This has to be a lie, I thought, so I asked my parents about it.
It was just an innocent question, yeah? All I wanted for them was to deny it… but instead, they flew into a rage.
They were always a gentle pair at heart, but their guilt from lying to me must have been weighing on them for all that time, even if they didn’t realize it —
My question hit a nerve and they exploded on me, just that once. And that was it. Everything was over.
Jun: My entire world shattered. Man, it was like I'd been under a wicked demon's spell the whole time…
I'd gotten all excited thinking I was surrounded by treasure and riches, and then I blinked only to find myself sitting on a pile of mud and horse shit.
The gilded coating of lies had been stripped away in an instant…
My old man just kept babbling on and on, and honestly, it was starting to creep me out. I couldn't even tell if the stuff he was spewing was true or just his crazy delusions…
My mother had tried her best to believe those lies the whole time, but she knew too much of the truth to be convinced…
She wound up emotionally unstable and constantly broke down in tears.
And if this path could make someone cry, there's no way it could've been right.
Jun: I loved my parents just like any other kids out there when I was little, y’know. But those same two people I loved so much cried before me and told me through tears how sorry they were.
So what the hell was I supposed to do? I couldn't start my life over from scratch, and this was the one and only path I had to walk on!
Jun: They taught me nothing else, so I had no choice but to imitate my dad and follow in his footsteps!
But the idol industry has become a complicated mess, and if my old man’s methods didn’t work even back during his time, how would they ever work now, right?
So of course, I ended up at the bottom of the barrel, managing to survive only by scavenging for scraps ‘til Ohii-san discovered me.
Seeing the state of me, the old man could only despair at how his past was repeating, and the old lady grieved how that which she loved had been denied by the world… and how they had only been fake all along.
I felt worthless, frustrated, pathetic — It was truly a living hell. That’s why to someone like me, you’re everything to be envied.
But y'know, I think we’ll always find something to complain about, be it in hell or paradise.
So we have no choice but to strive to live, wherever we are.
Jun: Hokuto-san, I’ve already long made up my mind.
Everything could've happened by chance, for all I care. This thread of spider silk I'm climbing up could just be something the Buddha decided to dangle on a whim.
If it was just a coincidence, then so what? — I'm never letting it go, not even for a moment. I’m gonna take it and climb all the way up…
I'm a lot happier off already, compared to back when I was a powerless brat.
But even so, I’ll keep climbing higher! I’ll go on to even greater heights!
And when I finally reach heaven itself, I’m gonna find that asshole of a God who’s been playing us in the palm of his hand and kick his damn ass! GODDAMN!
Jun: As for you, are you still gonna hold back and drag your feet? Even though your father — your own infuriating God — stands right in front of you?
You’ve got the chance to prevail over him and put him on all fours, so what're you waiting for?
Gonna hold your tongue like a good lil' kid again, are ya? Then you disappoint me, Trickstar!
I know you've got what it takes — you made that clear at SS, so show it to me once more!
Hokuto: …!
Jun: Today will be the day that I kick down Sagami Jin, the man my father couldn’t defeat, and take a step forward!
Perhaps the wall you need to overcome might be much taller and tougher than mine…
But y'know, didn’t you already make a miracle happen once before?
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Incorrigible Flirts And Besweatered Men [Chapter 5]
Pairing: TA!Viktor x fem!Reader
Rating: T
Warnings: Descriptions of anxiety and stress, i wrote this without my adhd meds so, good luck you lot :S
Proofread: no beta we die like men
Chapter Summary: You officially start your career as a musician, and it’s nothing like you thought it would be; thankfully Viktor is kind, and does what he can to care for you, even though you feel like you don’t really deserve it.
On Monday, you finally find the energy to send an email back to the studio; apologizing for the delay and explaining that you’re a full time student. You thank them for the opportunity, and agree to set up a time to meet - whenever they’re available, of course, and you’ll do your best to work your schedule around it.
The professionalism and anxiety pretty much destroys your mood afterwards. You’re barely able to pay attention in class that day, too full of nervous energy to absorb the lecture.
Thankfully, Viktor texts you later and offers to send you a recording of the lesson.
—
On Tuesday, you’re able to recover a little bit. The only class you have that day is in the afternoon, and you’re thrilled to be able to sleep in for once; not as late as you’d like to, but waking at ten was still better than waking at seven.
You run into Viktor after your class, and the two of you end up grabbing coffee while he’s on his break. You talk for a little while, telling him about the meeting you had coming up on thursday and expressing your worries about everything.
He, as usual, encourages your skill and capability.
But the mood shifts when a couple of your classmates walk into the small cafe, and find seats not far from you. Viktor doesn’t seem to notice them - or if he does, he pays them no mind - and continues telling you about one of the most recent papers he’s read.
You, however, are unable to ignore the dirty looks being shot your way.
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On Wednesday, you take the first test of the semester. There are seven of them in total - according to the syllabus you’d been given at the start of the course - worth twenty percent of your grade, and not including your final exam.
Part of you is grateful that most of your grade relies on your ability to absorb information; as opposed to having to write, source, and properly format a multitude of academic papers. Sitting for hours while scouring through books and internet pages wasn’t your favourite way of learning, and more often than not it had you getting sucked down wikipedia rabbit holes that had nothing to do with the subject you were supposed to be researching.
Though you also kind of miss being able to add things to your bank of useless knowledge.
In any case, the test goes well, and you’re pleased with your performance. It had been challenging enough that you really had to think and apply what you’d learned in class, but still straightforward in its wording, and not purposefully convoluted as a means of confusing you.
—
On Thursday, you have your meeting at the studio.
You get lunch with Viktor beforehand, going over the prior days’ test and talking about which concepts you fully understood, and which ones you maybe had a little more difficulty with. He seemed to be fairly confident in your grasp of the course so far, going as far as revealing that you were among the top three students in the class.
“I would not be surprised if you get an invite to one of the winter galas,” Viktor had admitted, much to your surprise.
“I thought those were only for the faculty and university sponsors?”
“Typically, they are,” he’d explained, going on to tell you about the singular event at the end of the year where certain students could be invited to attend and talk about their experiences with the school.
“So it’s basically to get more funding?” you’d asked, and Viktor had nodded with a smile.
You were thankful that he’d been able to take the time to sit with you for a little while before your meeting, his presence temporarily mitigating your ever-present anxiety. You didn’t tell him that, but you weren’t sure you needed to; his hand on your shoulder and a gentle encouragement as you departed suggested he already knew how stressed you were.
Now, you’re waiting in a small lobby. Waiting to be called back into an office to discuss the next five years of your life. You poke idly at your phone, playing some silly, repetitive game that didn’t require any skill or thought, but it had cute cartoon cats in it, so it automatically held your interest.
Kind of.
It keeps you entertained for all of thirty seconds, before your thoughts start wandering. What would it be like to work with an actual studio? Would you have to write your own music, or would you have help? Thus far in your life, you’d gotten on by mostly playing covers - some with lyrics, some not; you’d only ever written a couple pieces, and none of them had words. God, how were you going to do this? You didn’t know how to write! You were a physicist in training, not a songwriter-
You ball your hands into fists, so tightly that your knuckles turn white and your nails bite into your palms, and you force yourself to take a deep breath. Wait a couple seconds, breathe out, says Viktor’s voice, in your mind. Again. That’s it, good girl.
You try not to think about how much the sound of his voice flusters you, instead focusing on the little encouragements and praises he’d give you: kind words, a pat on the shoulder. Maybe even his hand wrapped around yours, thumb smoothing over your skin, like he had done the weekend prior.
Your anxiety eventually recedes, though the fluttering in your chest remains. At least the palpitations aren’t from fear, you think, and slouch back in your chair.
—
Four hours later, you meander through the doorway of your home, dragging your feet and overwhelmed with exhaustion. The toe of your boot catches on the lip of the entrance, causing you to topple forwards. You barely manage to catch yourself on the way down, twisting so most of your weight lands on your knee instead of your face; and you still end up sprawled out on the floor surrounded by loose books, but at least you don’t have a broken nose.
You lay there in the front hallway for a few minutes, unmoving and unmotivated to get up. Even when the cold air starts coming in through the screen door, you remain frozen.
Disappearing into the woods sounded like a really good option.
You know that you’re just being dramatic, and that nothing particularly terrible had happened, but that’s not really the point. The point is that you know you’re going to be stressed in the coming weeks, and you’re not looking forward to it.
You’d gotten through your appointment without much issue - you’d talked through the contract with your new boss, and been honest with him about the fact that you were a full time student. You’d met your mentor, a couple of other people you’d be working with at some point, and gone over what would be expected of you should you sign with the studio.
Everything had been thorough and friendly, and it had been written into your terms that your schedule would be modified to fit your student lifestyle.
In theory, there was no reason to be anxious.
Yet here you were.
On the floor.
Seriously considering running into the woods to become a mushroom.
It would be easier than writing an entire album in six months, you think, finally gaining the willpower to push yourself up into a sitting position. You gather up the books strewn around you, carefully sorting them into little piles before sliding them back into the bags you’d carried them in.
While the meeting had gone well, and everyone you’d been introduced to had been kind and understanding, you’d still been…criticized, to some extent. Or rather, you’d been told that at least two thirds of your first album needed pieces with lyrics.
“Your instrumentals are fantastic,” your new boss had said, pairing a couple more praises as you went through the CD you’d sent in weeks ago. Then, he skips ahead to one of your more impressive covers. “Your voice, though? That’s a gift not many people have.”
He’d been somewhat disappointed when you’d admitted that you’d never actually written lyrics before, and even moreso when you and your mentor had tried to come up with something on the spot.
It was obvious that they were looking for well-rounded musicians - not necessarily traditionally educated, but with at least some kind of natural talent that could be built upon. And you were certainly what they were looking for in most areas: you just…didn’t have a way with words. You couldn’t take your feelings and turn them into sung poetry.
Which was apparently a detriment only to you.
You’d left the studio with a modified contract - instead of five years, you were cut down to six months. If you could produce a worthwhile album in that amount of time, then the longer deal would be reextended and you’d officially become one of their artists.
And if not?
You didn’t want to think about that.
Your mentor had been kind enough to catch you on the way out of the studio, offering you a list of resources that you could look into to start learning how to write lyrics, as well as a few words of encouragement. You had thanked him, and exchanged numbers in case you had any questions, and he’d disappeared back into the building.
You’d stopped at a couple of bookstores on the way home, picking up as many of the recommended books as you could afford, and…well, now you were on the floor in your front hallway.
One of your cats chirps at your side, pressing up against you and knocking her head on your arm.
“You have no idea what kind of nonsense the world is,” you tell her, trailing your hand over her fur. She - as expected - says nothing, and begins to purr.
—
Your life gets a hell of a lot more hectic after that.
Every moment you’re not studying for class, you’re studying what it takes to write a decent song. Beats and syllables, word shapes and styles that are pleasing to the ear, how to breathe properly, what to avoid; it’s maddening, and not in a good way.
You knew that it would take longer than a week to grasp concepts that were entirely new to you - it had been years since you’d studied a subject that you didn’t already have some base knowledge of - but that didn’t do much to lessen the frustration you feel each time you try to write something, only to scribble it out minutes later because it sounded wrong.
You’d hardly had enough time to keep up with your classes before, but now?
Now you can hardly pay attention.
You’re tired, your sleep schedule is a mess, you’re stressed. Each time you walk into the lecture hall, you feel like the entire room is staring at you with malice, and yet you can’t find the ability to care, because all of your energy is being put towards spongeing up information.
You feel like you’re learning so little about music, that you even start bringing your books to class: you figure you know enough about physics to get by for a couple of days, a fact which proves true when you’re called upon to participate in some discussion taking place around you.
You can tell that Heimerdinger doesn’t quite believe you when you say that you’re ‘just distracted by writing everything down’, but he doesn’t press you on the matter, which you’re grateful for.
Viktor, on the other hand, is less gracious.
He wanders up to your seat once the lecture is finished, and finds a spot beside you. He doesn’t say anything while you pack up your things, but you can feel his gaze boring into you - you worry you’ll find disappointment if you look at him.
“Is there something on my face?” you ask, keeping your tone lighthearted. Viktor sighs.
“Are you alright?” he wonders quietly, making guilt well up in your stomach.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” you reply, but you know your resolve is slipping: and Viktor’s hand on your shoulder is the last straw.
“You’ve just started a very demanding job, and you’re still in class full-time,” he says, and then taps a finger against the cover of the book you’d been reading out of. “That, and I don’t think poetry is part of the curriculum.”
You cease gathering your things up, and slouch back in defeat. “I don’t know what I was thinking,” you mumble, “I’m in way over my head. I thought I knew so much about music, but now I- I’m learning entirely new concepts, and I have no idea how to apply them!”
Viktor quietly slides the thin textbook towards himself, glancing over the cover and opening it to take a look at the table of contents.
“I’m sure you didn’t always understand physics, either. Learning takes time, Y/N.”
“I know that,” you cry, “but I don’t have time! I have to make an entire album in six months! Less than that, really, because I’m spending so much time studying and not enough time actually writing, and a good chunk of the time I have is going to be spent recording so the writing needs to be done by then, and-”
A pair of warm hands cupping your jaw draws you out of your anxiety spiral.
“Darling, breathe.”
His thumbs stroke over your cheeks, giving you something to focus on while he helps you monitor your air intake: you’re amazed you don’t start crying, with how tenderly he cares for you.
It takes a couple of minutes, but finally, you sigh.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do.”
Viktor’s hands drop from your face, to your shoulders.
“We are going to head to the library, to go over what you missed in class today.”
“But-”
“No buts. We’re going to go over the entire curriculum, and we’re going to see which parts you need to study, and which parts you already understand. Then, we’re going to make a schedule around that.”
You cast your gaze away from him, anxiety beginning to claw its way back into your thoughts. “I’m not going to be able to change your mind, am I?” you ask, though you already know the answer.
“No,” he says, with every ounce of warmth and kindness he possesses. “But I could perhaps be convinced to stop for a snack on the way there, should you desire one.”
You perk up slightly. “But the library doesn’t allow food.”
Viktor smiles then, giving your shoulders a reassuring squeeze. “We can sit elsewhere while we eat,” he promises. “And maybe you can tell me more about ah…poetry and songwriting, is it? We could work it into your study schedule.”
#Incorrigible Flirts And Besweatered Men#viktor x reader#viktor arcane x reader#arcane x reader#TA!Viktor#fem!Reader#viktor x you#arcane x you#im real sorry guys#i ran out of my meds#and im barely able to form coherent thoughts#but i wanted to write#so#behold my pile of Nonsense
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Bang Chan Drabble, "figure it out."
anon asked:
hi there :) could i please request a drabble where the reader was dating chan secretly but it recently got leaked, and now they’re being swarmed by fans and he swoops in to rescue them? (im a fan of angst and fluff if you can’t tell haha) and no worries on writing it if this isn’t your cup of tea, thanks for all your great content :)
of course!! i hope this was what you had in mind- and if not, just shoot me a message and we can figure it out together ;)
word count: 1355 ca.
warnings: strong language, hateful words, not proofread my bad
angsty?? i guess???
"are you sure you have to go back home?" a whine came from your boyfriend who was stretched across the couch like a cat. you were sat with his head in your lap, messing with his dark curls. you hummed a reply, not bothering with a proper verbal response as he knew the answer just as well as you did.
a while back, on the four-month anniversary of you and chan, you had decided that it was time to tell the company and the managers about your relationship. up until now, you had kept it as secret as you could, resulting in you never getting to see each other.
the company was clearly not very happy about the situation, but didn't have too much of a say as the dating ban of the boy-group had lifted. however, they did arrange a set of rules to protect not only chan and the image of the group, but also you. one of these rules was that it should be kept secret from the public for as long as possible. you completely understood this, and was just happy that they allowed you to still be together.
but to prevent your relationship from becoming public knowledge, you mostly hung around at the company building or the dorms; and you weren't allowed to sleep there.
"you know the rules, my love." you spoke in a low voice, tired from the day. chan sighed and sat up, allowing you to get off the couch and move to the hallway. while putting on your shoes and coat, chan stood in the hallway with you, telling you something about his schedule for the next day.
"we have that music video shoot starting tomorrow evening, and before that we have dance practice, so i don't have too much time tomorrow." he said, informing you so you wouldn't get worried if he went hours on end without replying to your messages.
"sounds exhausting. maybe i can come over tomorrow morning and bring breakfast for you and the boys? if we meet at the studio around nine?" you suggested while pulling your hair out from the collar of the jacket. he lit up like a candle and nodded profusely. you chuckled and announced that it was settled then. with that, you gave him a kiss and left the dorm.
it wasn't until you had returned to your own place, showered and gotten into bed that you realized you had forgotten your phone charger at the dorms. you mentally smacked yourself before you setup the alarm clock on your nightstand instead of setting one on your phone, knowing it would probably die during the night.
one thing you had forgotten about the alarm clock was the god-awful noise it made in the morning, making you sit up, startled out of your mind. you quickly shut it off and got ready for the day.
it was a beautiful day, the spring really coming in hot. you were so captivated by the blossoming trees and the flowers along the parks, that you almost forgot to pick up the breakfast for the boys. only almost though, you didn't dare show up empty handed.
however, the sense of calm and tranquillity quickly faded when you saw the mob outside the company building. paparazzi hoying and fans with foul words in their mouths. you flipped through the recent news of the boys in your mind like a pokedex, but nothing that could cause this reaction came to mind.
"that's her!" a voice shrilled and it was like everyone's necks snapped to look at you. a cold shock ran down your spine, and you felt the sudden urge to throw up. before you could as much as blink, you were being swarmed by paparazzi and angry fans, screaming at you, but it was too much for you to understand, and their words melted together in a word soup you were in no mood to taste.
you had dropped the plastic bags of food long ago and were currently focused on your breathing and not being trampled to death.
"that's the girl who forced herself on our chan!" you suddenly heard and everything sort of clicked. you had seen this happen once before when the relationship of an idol got leaked, and the girlfriend was almost hospitalized by an angry mob. you suddenly realized your fate, and your knees buckled. your arms had already been up over your head to protect yourself, but you gripped even harder now.
"get fucked, you whore."
"is it true your pregnant with bang chan's baby?"
the shouting mixed with the flashing lights of the paparazzi cameras soon became too much, and your vision started getting spotty and your breathing uneven.
just as you thought you were bound to fall completely to the asphalt underneath you, someone grabbed your upper arm. it sent a shock of adrenaline through you, giving you the energy to tear away from them, more scared now than ever.
"y/n, grab hold."
you recognized that voice from anywhere, and quickly looked up to see chan there, a hood pulled over to cover most of his face as he reached a hand out for you to garb. you quickly did as you were told and held his. before you knew it you were being pulled out of the crowd by chan and one more person you hadn't seen the face of yet.
the sound of the crowd soon muffled as you made it through the doors and a bit into the building so that no one could see you anymore.
"are you okay? are you hurt?" chan and what had now been revealed to be changbin peppered you with questions, examining your arms and face, as that was the only skin on your body they could see. you took a second to catch your breath before you let them know that you were pretty sure you were unharmed, just dizzy.
"help me get her to that studio over there." chan told his mate, and changbin did as he was asked. one arm over each of their shoulders, and they crutched you over to an empty recording studio, placing you on the couch.
"i'll give you a minute." changbin said and went to leave the room, but not before you got to thank him dearly. he returned a smile and closed the door behind him, leaving you and your boyfriend in the studio alone.
"please tell me what is going on?" you asked chan, who then went on to explain that the news about the two of you had leaked overnight. he had tried calling you multiple times to tell you not to come to the building, but as you had forgotten your charger at the dorms, that had been to no avail.
"i'm so sorry, y/n. i had no idea they were capable of things like this." he seemed genuinely apologetic on behalf of his fans, but you knew what he was really thinking, and you couldn't help but think the same thing. the people out there weren't stay, they weren't fans.
"it's not your fault, okay? you can't blame yourself for what others did," you spoke, your voice still shaking from fear. chan heard the tremble and soon sat down next to you on the couch, wrapping his arms around you.
"you're so strong," he whispered with his lips pressed into your hair on top of your head. you closed your eyes and melted into his touch. "we'll get through this together, right?" he continued.
you quickly sat up and looked at him, in disbelief that he would even ask you that. "of course we will. nothing and i mean nothing, is strong enough to tear me from you." you said, placing a kiss on his lips, then falling back into his arms, returning to your previous position.
"and nothing is strong enough to tear me from you." he replied, placing yet another kiss on the top of your head.
hope you liked it! feel free to request again!
-bennie ♡
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Vincere Adversus Omnis
vincere adversus omnis
by Tired and over caffinated
In his second year of middle school, Izuku Midoriya was recruited to the Paragons; a new military branch composed of entirely quirkless individuals. When he remerges, it is as the youngest ever captain and as the sole representative of the Paragons in heroic society. Can he overcome the first few trials, or are the heroes right?
Do the quirkless have no place in society?
(aka a drabble that may or may not be continued)
Words: 12421, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 1 of vincere adversus omnis
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Shinsou Hitoshi, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead
Relationships: Midoriya Izuku & Shinsou Hitoshi, Midoriya Izuku & Original Character(s), Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku
Additional Tags: BAMF Midoriya Izuku, Military Backstory, Military Uniforms, Protective Shinsou Hitoshi, Midoriya Izuku & Shinsou Hitoshi Friendship, Shinsou Hitoshi is a Good Friend, Drabble, Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku Does Not Have One for All Quirk, Genius Midoriya Izuku, no beta we die like my sleep schedule, i wrote this in like a hazy three days, No proofreading
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47680183
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Vincere Adversus Omnis
vincere adversus omnis
by Tired and over caffinated
In his second year of middle school, Izuku Midoriya was recruited to the Paragons; a new military branch composed of entirely quirkless individuals. When he remerges, it is as the youngest ever captain and as the sole representative of the Paragons in heroic society. Can he overcome the first few trials, or are the heroes right?
Do the quirkless have no place in society?
(aka a drabble that may or may not be continued)
Words: 12421, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 1 of vincere adversus omnis
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Shinsou Hitoshi, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead
Relationships: Midoriya Izuku & Shinsou Hitoshi, Midoriya Izuku & Original Character(s), Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku
Additional Tags: BAMF Midoriya Izuku, Military Backstory, Military Uniforms, Protective Shinsou Hitoshi, Midoriya Izuku & Shinsou Hitoshi Friendship, Shinsou Hitoshi is a Good Friend, Drabble, Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku Does Not Have One for All Quirk, Genius Midoriya Izuku, no beta we die like my sleep schedule, i wrote this in like a hazy three days, No proofreading
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47680183
#AO3 Feed#FanFiction#AO3 Shinsou#♠#Hitoshi Shinsou#Izuku Midoriya#Aizawa Shouta#A:Tired#Quirkless AU
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I keep posting about Muzan without even knowing that much about him. I hope these are good, enjoy this un-requested lemongrass tea with some honey!! It’s short and not proofread because we die with honor.
Original Fic
Mermaid! Muzan HCs- after kidnapping
Warning: Suggestive themes
After the day you were marked and he had “collected” you, as he likes to call it, you have been inside his underwater palace.
Your body has become accustomed to the living underwater but you have never been able to get used to the coldness of the deep.
Most of the time Muzan is not with you. He’s a busy king after all and he has better things to do. But the servants take good care of you because you’re his mate, however they still pity and mock you for the cruel deck you have been dealt.
“Mistress, you must eat the master commands it so” you eye them weird confection and mixture of floating kelp, mollusks and raw fish. Nausea bubbles at the mouth of your stomach as your fingers grab the mollusk. It’s viscous and slippery even in the water as you bring it close to your lips you feel it twitch. You let go of it and it rapidly swims away through the room window. The servant gasps, she rapidly goes to fetch it, quickly making her way to the room window.
“It’s alright” you call out, grabbing the kelp and munching on it with disgust.
Even though you’re technically the queen of this kingdom no one knows about you. Only his generals and guards with the exception of the servants who only tend to you. You’re not allowed outside his room due to the dangers of the sea and your “mate” makes sure to constantly remind you how vulnerable to them you are.
He caught your wrist in a painful hold yanking you toward him with enough force to almost dislocate your shoulder. You whimper holding his wrist in an attempt to unclamp it.
“Where are you off to, beloved? Don’t you know there are dangerous things out there that will not think twice about gobbling you up whole?” You tremble in his hold as he caresses your cheek and your eyes glance at his sharp nails along your skin “but most importantly how dare you present yourself to the world, you’re mine, no one deserves to see you but me”
Yeah, escaping through the very obvious window or balcony is not going to be possible anytime soon because after your little stunt, there’s a guard with you at all times. Kokushibou always keeps a watchful eye on you. To him you’re always scheming and he would be damned if he lets you slip away after his master went through the trouble of getting you himself.
Muzan is still required to marry a royal mermaid and make her the queen for the public’s sake. But that doesn’t mean you can get away from his clutches. As if, he will still sleep in your shared room and keep you close.
His cold cheek rested against your shoulder as he embraced you from behind. You thought after his wedding yesterday he would forget you slowly, but it’s almost as if he renewed his obsession stupor.
“What are you thinking, darling?” He asks, nails drawing small circles on your arm.
“I would like to see the sun” he hums nonchalantly.
“You have behave lately, perhaps we can” you turn to look at him and he admits your slight joy and surprise is adorable.
He does take you to the surface but you are far from the shore. He sits against the sharp rocks holding you in his lap like you were a child. As humiliating as it is, you enjoy the warmth of the sun against your cold and damp skin. It’s a cruel trick to see the docks you fell from, so far in the distance but not exactly out of reach. As if sensing your longing his hold on you tightens and you feel the water splashing on your back as his tail bristles in the water.
“Do not dwell on it, my love, you will not make it” he hums nonchalantly
After this outing he schedules several others but instead of taking you near the docks, he finds a deserted island and deposits you there. To him this is like leaving a child in daycare, but you breath a sigh of relief, having the entire island just for yourself and beat of all you’re never cold.
A couple of days of being left alone and you start building a small refuge out of some trees and palm tree leaves. It’s not the best thing but it keep you covered from the rain and the harsh sun. You’re humming to yourself lying content on the sand, listening to the waves and the breeze.
“So this is what you craved so badly” the voice startled you and sent a shiver up your spine. With wide eyes you looked at Muzan standing in all his naked glory.
“Hmm, I’ve never copulated on two legs, perhaps I should give it a try”
“W-what?” He drops himself on top of you and that night he spends it with you.
The light of dawn and the cold morning wind wakes makes you shiver and you find yourself naked in the arms of your supposed husband.
You feel a kiss on your neck and it makes you remember what had happened the night before. A cold hand slithers it way to your stomach feeling the bulge of your advanced pregnancy. You remembered, the feeling of his cold hands all over your body, his lips kissing and marking your skin, claws sinking into your flesh as he pursued his pleasure, feeling of eggs entering as he got locked within your body. You started to tremble and Muzan held you closer.
“I cannot wait for the next batch. Shall we return to the sand too?”
#kimetsu no yaiba muzan x reader#muzan fic#muzan x y/n#muzan x reader#kimetsu no yaiba muzan#muzan imagines#demon slayer muzan#muzan x you#yandere muzan#muzan headcanons#muzan kibutsuji#mermaid au#yandere#kimetsu no yaiba#demon slayer x y/n#demon slayer fanfic
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celebrating birthdays is much more difficult than expected.
feat; diluc x gn!reader
warnings; i forgot how 2 write lol,,, food mention,,, not proofread we die like how everyone thought kazuha would <3
a/n; KOIII! @chichikoi !! HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE !!! im not sure what timezone ur in but this is scheduled to post for 12am 15/9 aka as soon as ur bday starts in my timezone! i hope u like this mwahhhh also theres a better letter for u in the a/n utc ♡
please reblog ! it helps a lot :)
diluc.
diluc ragnvindr has rarely been close enough to anyone to celebrate their birthday, nor does he feel the need to. he pretends he doesn't remember the birthday parties crepus and him threw for kaeya when they were young, and the parties he had for his birthdays too - isn't he too old for that now? he doesn't feel so inclined to sit awkwardly with a party hat on his head while he waits for everyone to finish singing happy birthday. but with you, things are different. he desperately wants to commemorate your special day, the day you were brought into this world, the day that's the sole reason he's able to date you now. unfortunately, he has zero clue how to.
originally, he considered asking the knights for their opinion, but when he thought of how kaeya would tease him, the proud smile jean would wear as she realised that he was asking for help from the knights of all people, the way eula would take this as just another reason to exact vengeance, how klee didn't even like him, and how albedo probably had no idea too, diluc changed his mind very quickly. hence, he sought assistance from none other than the workers in his house. hillie and moco were unhelpful, merely starstruck at the chance of speaking to their boss face to face, while connor suggested making you a special brew, which diluc rejected. thankfully, adelinde and elzer managed to save the day. adelinde whipped up a delicious birthday cake that was your favourite flavour, with elaborate edible decorations and a 'happy birthday!' illustrated on it with icing. elzer, with his eye for detail and skill at handling important affairs, plotted out your schedule and found the perfect time for diluc to surprise you - right after you wake up the next morning.
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to say diluc is terrified would be an understatement. he's been in so many battles, defeated hundreds of fatui members, yet here he is; quaking in his boots at the thought of you disliking his surprise. but then he thinks to himself that he's got to thank you somehow for everything you've done for him. the way a smile from you brightens up his entire day, how your warm hugs never fail to cheer him up, your reassurance and light scolding whenever he overworks, the infinite wonderful memories the two of you have made together that he keeps hidden like precious treasures in his heart - he's so lucky to have you, and diluc is planning to show you just how grateful he is today.
from outside the door of your shared bedroom (no, he still can't get over the fact that you live with him! and sleep in the same bed!), diluc lights the candle on the cake in his arms. he can hear the sounds of you faintly stirring, and his cheeks redden slightly with excitement and anticipation as he thinks about how he's going to gift you with a kiss too, aside from the present waiting for you downstairs; it's something you've mentioned wanting for ages, and diluc recalled you saying that and purchased it. the candle flame flickers gently, and diluc smiles at no one in particular, imagining your joyous expression when you see it. it may not be his birthday, but as he looks up from the dancing flame and enters the bedroom, diluc makes a silent wish.
archons, i hope they have the best birthday!
quill speaks !
koi,
happy birthday !!!!!! i rlly hope your bday goes amazing, and that you have the most awesome day ever! shoutout to you for being one of the no1 diluc simps omg i hope u like the fic too <3!!! you're super funny and friendly all the time, i love seeing ur posts and even willingly followed the brand new koithe2nd for a clogged up dash! LOL but seriously, you're a great person, the only person i can tolerate making fart jokes (besides genesis), and i rlly hope we get to become closer friends & that diluc comes home for u ASAP ! mwah i think that's all for now, happy birthday again koi !! keep being the super awesome person you are, ily <3
xoxo,
quill <3
um to the rest of u 🙄 /j
i cba to use my taglist for this post im so tired im sorry </3
but anyways heres a tag for my beloved sarah @almondto-fu bc hashtag elzer mention 😋
i know i said i wasnt going to be writing but kois bday bash is an exception!!!!!!!!!! im going back into hibernation now !!!!!!!!! /hj
anyways i dont rlly have much to say except that i had to go boil water halfway thru writing this and then nearly cried bc of injury pain but its ok who cares we die like crepus 😎‼ LMAOOO pls im too tired to tag this properly i just wanna sleep ahhhh goodnight all of u !!
hope you enjoy your stay at quill’s dessert cafe, and do check out the menu if you’d like ! 🍭
© starglitterz 2021. do not repost or modify in any way.
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'SFW ABC's' for Strife pleaseeee. Loved the other two ❤️
SFW ABCs of Strife
Author's notes: I'm really sorry for the lack of writing recently; I got in a car accident a few weeks ago (everyone's fine) and I started school again a week after that so I've had my plate full 😅. But regularly scheduled posts should hopefully continue! A new piece every 2 or 3 weeks depending on my inspiration! :) also, thank you anon - your words mean the world 🤍
Warnings: angst, fluff and bad grammar cause I haven't proofread this
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
Strife is clingy and overbearing, but in the best way. He will not leave you alone. He will constantly be around you, and gets upset when you aren't around. You're like his personal teddy bear, you knew this coming into the relationship so just accept him :)
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
Choas. 3am McDonald's kidnappings, running around a dark forest chanting tiktok audios and hyping you up every chance he gets. He will literally hype you up so much and he means every word. You die laughing every time you're with him and he genuinely cares about you a lot.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
Again, we go back to the teddy bear concept. The moment you touch the bed, he will latch onto you and won't want to let go. He loves to be the big spoon, but his weakness is occasionally being the protected, little spoon. It makes him feel so loved. He's a very light sleeper due to him sleeping around battlefields so much, so if you move he'll wake up and adjust according.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
Strife is messy. He doesn't do it intentionally, he just gets so distracted and eventually gets discouraged :( he will slowly get used to it if you help him, but it takes a while. Strife is also scared to settle down, it's again not because of you but because of him. His life has been hard and long - he doesn't want to add you or any other being to that suffering no matter what. Just give him time.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
Like Death: he'd ignore you, insult you, fight with you and make you hate him. So that you think you're better off without him, which he believes. He loved you, and always will.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
When you too first got together, you would've expected him to continue his shameless flirting and pick-up lines - but he became distant; he was fighting an inner battle on whether or not he wanted this and wanted to give you this danger. You'll need to talk to him, and show you some of those feelings he's hidden behind that ✨ comedic relief ✨
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
He's usually very rough and chaotic, but knows when it's time to be quiet and listen to what you have to say or give you a gentle hug. He'll wrap you in your favourite fuzzy blankets, make you his famous hot chocolate and put on your comfort shows. When you're ready to talk, he'll listen.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
Less bone-crushing than War, but more passionate than Death. Is constantly hugging and cuddling you, no matter where you are. WILL NOT CARE IF YOU GUYS ARE IN PUBLIC IN FRONT OF A CROWD HE WILL HUG YOU TO DEATH. (no pun intended)
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
This man is riddled with commitment issues - he knew what love meant to humans, and other beings even though they had different words for it. But none of this made it any easier, the opposite in fact. You had to say it first, to reassure him - to make him comfortable that these feelings were returned. He felt vulnerable and scared otherwise, but after the first time he'll say it with bold-faced pride...most the time.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
Very jealous, very quickly. He isn't controlling, but he is very protective. He's had a lot of bad people threaten everything he's ever loved in his life, and one day someone might do good on that threat. He's warned you about this, and he'll protect you from anyone he thinks might hurt you - but a lot of the times he feels bad because he doesn't want to control you or make you feel like he's your only option.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
Sloppy, goofy, spontaneous and full of puppy-love. He's so enamored by you and he's never been good with outward emotions, so he channels his love for you into kissing and he hopes that does the trick. This also works with the fact that he isn't great with words :)
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
He loves kids! He thinks they're very funny, and loves that they have absolutely no filter. He gets a little sad afterwards, cause they remind him of when he and his siblings were younger - those memories cause him pain, he doesn't want to remember the good of the Nephilim; so he shuts it all out.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
He's a light sleeper, but he also likes to sleep in. Combine this with the fact that he won't let you move while cuddling you, you're stuck in bed for a couple hours :') he is awake most the times you tell him you need to leave, he just pretends he's asleep and he knows you know he's awake.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
Watching your guys' favourite show, playing video games or hanging around with his siblings. He likes to tire you out before bed so that you have a better sleep... and so that you don't move as much while he's snuggling you. You haven't caught onto this yet, and he doesn't know if you ever will considering he knows how much you love his night-snuggles.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
Like the other four, Strife falls in line with being terrible at showing his emotions. He covers it all with humor and jokes. He doesn't want to show you his problems or fears because of multiple reasons. He doesn't want to scare you off, make you feel like it's your issue to solve, make you worry and he doesn't want to ever make you think twice about his strength. He's a warrior. He's strong. He can.. Do this?
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
It depends, in battle he's pretty calm and easy-going. When it comes to you - such as teaching you something, or showing you something - he'll also have a lot of patience. Although, sometimes he loses control. He'll get a little bit too into bashing that demon's face in with the hilt of Mercy, he'll get a bit competitive at video games but he will never shout or lose his temper with you outwardly. He might get annoyed, but he'll shelf that feeling like he does with so many other things.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
Rather forgetful, due to his nature and the fact that he's taken a few konks to the head lmao. He might forget tiny things about you, but Strife will remember the important stuff - like special dates, your emotional reaction to some things and a lot about the stuff you've taught him about humanity and life, a life worth living.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
You sat with each other on a cliff; over-looking the demon and angel infested city that had been somewhat retake by nature. He asked you what some signs and buildings were for, in order to distract you from some.. Scenes below. It worked though, you laughed together as you explained funky commercials and billboards to him while remembering what it was like before. It was the first time he heard you laugh, really laugh. His heart jumped into his throat.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
I've spoken about how he protects you, but relationships are a two way street after all! While you can't really protect Strife in battle, if you ever defend him in a verbal argument, protect him in a video game or even defend him from Death's belittling - he will melt. He's always been the protector, so being the protected feels so.. New and special to him <3
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
He tries his best. He really does. But occasionally, he'll show up with an apologetic smile and a bouquet of squashed flowers to a date. He didn't mean to accidentally sit on them while riding over, promise. He makes up for it in kisses, snuggles and massages though :D
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
He doesn't put the lid back on things, will put bread crumbs in the margarine, will leave the Playstation on all night, leaves the soap in a wet tray so it gets all soggy and he isn't the best at remembering to pick things up behind him.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
Unlike Death (dumpster saga continues) he knew what a bath was before meeting you. He smells of gun smoke, whiskey and ash. Even if he's never had a drop of human alcohol, it always clings to him and his scarf.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
You ground him, make him feel real, make him feel like he doesn't always have to shove his past into a locked box - he thinks you're gorgeous, and admires your soul. It sometimes scares him how much he wouldn't feel alive without you.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
Strife will make tiktoks with you. 1000%. Whether it's an original idea, a stupid audio or a dance you wanted to try - he's your man. If it means making you laugh, he'll do it.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
Someone that is too serious, posh or snobbish. If you can't step down from your high horse and have some goofy fun with him, he won't enjoy your company. This is why he dislikes so many people he's met along his travels. They're all to stuck up for his liking.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
Strife occasionally deals with nightmares, as expected, and this causes him to occasionally kick and fling his arms around in his sleep. If he ever hits you he'll feel it and wake up, followed by a lot of apology-cuddles 🥺. He also talks in his sleep, the first time he confessed his feelings to you he was actually asleep next to you in front of a fire. You didn't say anything the next day, you decided to let him believe you were the first one to confess; since he'd be massively uncomfortable otherwise.
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Idk where to put this but I wrote it last night and am proud of it enough to post it here. Plus, I don’t want my messed up sleeping schedule to go to waste.
Anyway, here’s a long headcanon type thing of a reader (GN) starting a relationship with Genji and Hanzo Shimada. It really just spurred from my bad crush I have on both of them, but maybe other will enjoy too.
Like I said, I wrote this at 1am, so if there’s any mistakes/weird parts, my bad. I also didn’t proofread this cause we die like men, y’know. Anyway-
Hanzo + Genji x GN!Reader
Disclaimer: No, Hanzo and Genji are not dating each other in this. The reader is just dating both of them at the same time.
You hadn’t meant to develop a crush on both Shimada brothers. It just sort of… happened. The longer you spent being around them - whether it be together or separate (it was usually separate) - the more you fell for their charm. They both had that same special quality about them that you couldn’t keep away from,
It certainly didn’t help that it seemed that both brothers had developed a fondness towards you. Both showed it in different ways, of course: Genji’s walls broke down just enough for you to catch glimpses of his younger, playboyish behaviour; and Hanzo’s walls broke down enough for you to experience a more gentle, softer side of him.
So now you were bouncing back and forth better spending quality time with each of the brothers. You weren’t cheating since you weren’t in a relationship with either of them, but there was still this weird feeling at the pit of your stomach that you couldn’t shake.
Of course, you weren’t the sneakiest about seeing both of them - and given Hanzo and Genji’s past, they knew a thing or two about keeping secrets - so both of them caught wind of your relationship with the other. And, at the beginning, they kept quiet about it, despite how much it bothered them.
This back and forth game couldn’t keep going forever, though, and you knew it, but you couldn’t bring yourself to come to a decision. You had fallen for both of the brothers and having to pick only one hurt more than you were willing to vocalize. Well, until you had to.
Eventually, Genji and Hanzo approached you about the situation; it appeared that they had had a discussion between themselves before coming to you, and a mix of emotions washed over you: anxiety, guilt, fear - the general emotions you’d expect to feel in this situation.
You knew that this was the moment where you had to make a decision. Neither of them were necessarily mad at you, but they had made it clear that they no longer wished to participate in your little ‘game’ as Hanzo put it.
You were quiet for a long moment before you could bring yourself to say what you’ve been feeling. You’ve known for a while what your decision on this matter actually was, you just couldn’t bring yourself to accept it - now, however, there was no choice but to do so.
“I want to date both of you.”
It was an odd statement, you knew that. And it wasn’t odd due to the polygamy that was involved, but rather the fact that you were asking to date brothers. You could tell by the shocked and confused looks that you were going to have to give them more than that as your answer.
“I-I want to be in a poly relationship with you two- you two wouldn’t be dating each other, obviously, but I can’t imagine picking one of you over the other… so I want to be dating both of you.”
You knew it was a lot to ask: a brother being okay with you dating them and their brother. But, there was no other outcome to this that made you happy.
It took all too long for either of the Shimadas to respond. It was Hanzo that spoke first:
“I need some time to consider”
That was not a no, so you were more than happy to accept, especially since Genji agreed with the sentiment. You told them to take the time they needed to think it over and you thanked them for even considering it in the first place. There wasn’t much else said from their end afterwards - it was mainly just a nod and a ‘see you later’ before they both left to their own thoughts.
Though, when you told them to take the time they needed to decide, you didn’t think it would be this long.
It had been about two weeks since you had laid a poly relationship out on the table. You hadn’t really talked to either of the Shimada brothers since then, which was probably for the best, but it only made your gut twist more and more into knots.
They had kept to their word, at least, both taking the time to think it over:
After some deliberation, Genji reached out to a couple close friends to aid in his discussion: Zenyatta was the one he spoke to the longest about it, and it really boiled down to the need to also converse with his brother.
Hanzo, not being as close to as many people, mainly spent his time alone to think. It ended up being the only thing he thought about: being unable to get away from it even during his meditations. His mind would just wonder back to the possibility of dating the same person as his brother. He had nearly reached his breaking point before Angela suggested that he needed to talk to someone in order to get out of his head. And, of course, what better person than Genji.
Despite both of them knowing that it was for the best to speak to the other, it still took a couple days for Genji and Hanzo to sit down and discuss this matter with each other. Sure, they could speak about the fact that you had basically been dating both of them at the same time, but now they couldn’t look at each other at the concept of you actually dating both of them at the same time. Still, they made an attempt, and it was a better attempt than they expected. They even managed to speak about other topics they had been avoiding - it ended up being a rather long conversation.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Ganji and Hanzo approached you once more. If only you could get a read on their faces, but Genji had his visor on and Hanzo was as unreadable as ever. You managed to give them a weak smile, hoping for the best, but expecting the worst.
Though, it seemed that the worst wasn’t the reality.
“Genji and I have taken the time to really consider your… proposal and, after quite a bit of talking, we both agreed to date you.”
Okay, so his wording was a little awkward, but that didn’t bother you. In fact, you barely noticed since you were more focused on the fact that they said yes-
Genij cut off your train of thought: “Though, I think it’s clear that there are, um, boundaries that need to be set before we really go further with this relationship.”
You nodded, agreeing immediately since you knew that came with any relationship - but especially in a polyamourous relationship featuring two brothers.
After that day, and setting some basic ground rules and boundaries, you found yourself in a decent spot dating both of the Shimada brothers. It was rocky at first, of course. The three of you were still finding your footing, but you were the happiest you had been in a while.
There were some moments in the beginning of your relationship that were rough: like during times where the three of you would hang out together, neither were sure if you were okay with them initiating affection while the other was also around - they also weren’t sure if they were willing to tell the others around them the current standing of their relationship. There were quite a few hurdles to get through.
It took some time, but the three of you managed to work through the many challenges that came with the reality of your relationship, and you were so happy that Genji and Hanzo were putting in as much effort as you were. It made this all worth it.
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Homecoming - Chapter Six
(I know it's Henry and not Sy in the photo, but it just fit too well with this chapter.)
Summary: The day has arrived, Captain Syverson is going home. For good, this time. He is going home to a civilian life he can hardly remember and a wife he barely knows, with memories of the war still fresh on his mind. Love might not be able to heal everything on its own, but it’s a good start.
Genres: Romance, drama.
Story warnings: Smut (always fully consensual), mentions of PTSD and nightmares and mental health, angst, hurt and comfort, fluff, mentions of war (minor), mentions of cheating (minor), mentions of pregnancy (very minor), police appearance (very minor), violence (very minor).
Notes:
It’s my first time writing for one of Henry’s characters and I’m unsure I did Sy’s character any justice.
This is a Capt. Syverson x OFC (Ada) story, written in 3rd person POV but OFC’s physical description is very limited so it could also be read as Capt. Syverson x Reader, I think.
English is not my first language, so there might be some mistakes. Proofread, but not beta’ed. We die like men and all that.
Timeline is a little wacky: The movie takes place in 2003 and the U.S. forces were withdrawn from Iraq in 2011, but I never set a precise date because I don’t think it’s essential for this story. However, some elements might not be realistic because if we set this story in 2003: Phone cameras quality was not as good as it’s now, but for the purpose of the chapters, I will need you to imagine you could film great videos with your flip phone haha. Plus, it says Sy is coming back after being deployed for more than three years which makes no sense unless we set this in 2006 or later. I am asking you disregard any time inconsistencies.
Also: I am not American. I only lived in the US for six months and it was in the Midwest, not Texas so please bear with me if I write something stupid.
Finally: This will be a Christmas fic and I intend to post the last chapter (there will be seven in total) on or before Christmas. However, religion is never mentioned in this story and the Christmas-sy elements of this story are limited to family gathering, gift giving and tree decorating.
Chapter Six starts after the cut. (Chapter Five can be found here.) Let me know if you wish to be tagged in the last chapter or if you wish to be removed from the tag list.
I will post a master list soon and put the link in the comments to make it easier to navigate.
Chapter 6
Chapter warnings: Smut, Christmas themes, mentions of therapy, embarrassing moments.
Ada didn't mind being woken up with soft fluttering kisses on her neck. She definitely didn't mind starting the day with the tantalizing rub of his beard on her sensitive skin and the hard press of his torso against her back, their legs entwined and his morning erection nuzzled against her butt.
What she did mind, however, was when any of this happened at the butt crack of dawn. Ada opened her eyes just enough to read 6:50am on the alarm clock.
"Sy," she groaned, stopping his wandering hands with hers, trying to trap them beneath her breasts. "Hold that thought for later, okay?"
She heard him chuckle behind her, his chest vibrating against her body as he freed his hands from her weak grip. "Later is for putting up the Christmas tree and the decorations," he teased, his right hand now drawing circles low on her stomach.
Ada groaned again, wanting to fight his tempting touch but unwilling to move away from his body heat. "I'll get up at 7:30." Those were the last words out of her mouth before she had drifted off again.
When she woke up once more, forty minutes later with the blast of her alarm clock, her back was cold and the smell of breakfast wafted through the air, filling her nostrils. Damn Syverson and his military sleep schedule! She had taken all her days off to spend them with him only to wake up even earlier than when she was working.
With barely open eyes, Ada threw on his shirt that hung on the chair and slowly made her way downstairs, following the scent of pancakes. She found Sy in front of the stove, just finishing up the last one before setting it on the huge pile of pancakes that looked fluffier than clouds. Ada had quickly learnt that while Sy was a disaster when it came to the art of cooking, he was the master of pancakes and barbecue.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," he greeted her and then smirked when he noticed her attire.
"Morning captain," she mumbled, walking up to him before patiently waiting until he leant down so that they could share a kiss. It always made him laugh when she did that: the adorable pout on her face when he didn't bend down for a kiss fast enough was worth waiting the extra second every time.
They ate in relative silence, mostly because Ada definitely wasn't a morning person, but the fact that Sy had a habit of stuffing his mouth full of food also played a role. When she was done eating, Ada pushed her plate and glass away, and brought her knees up to her chest, hugging her legs on the chair. She eyed her husband intently, waiting for him to finish eating with a grin on her lips.
"Why are you looking at me like that, darlin'?" Sy asked, eyebrow raised suspiciously before taking the last sip of his morning coffee.
Ada blushed, suddenly looking bashful. "Well… I was hoping we could go back upstairs and continue what you started earlier," she admitted in a tiny voice.
Sy laughed, a booming sound that filled the entire room before a shit-eating grin spread on his lips. "Tough luck, darlin'." He got up from his chair, standing in front of her across the narrow table. "Should have thought about that before falling asleep on me earlier."
Ada's mouth fell open. The cheek on this man! And what made it worse, was his huge smile that made him look like a very amused bear, with his hairy, tempting chest. He was toying with her. "Are you really saying no to sex?" She asked, cocking her brow. Sy wasn't really the type to turn down-
"Yes, no sex." He stated, suddenly looking very serious. "We have to head to the store to buy decorations, then put up the tree and hang the lights outside." Ada tried her best not to laugh. He sounded as if he were explaining a major, life or death, mission to her – not Christmas preparations. "You’re dismissed but I expect you back here in fifteen minutes, dressed and ready to go." With that, he turned around and started gathering the plates and silverware to put them in the dishwasher.
"Yes, sir."
Ada knew better than to talk back. First, when he had something in mind, it was nearly impossible to talk him out of it. Second, she hoped that the sooner they were done with this, the sooner she could get laid. Third, he had used his Captain voice that somehow always managed to make an obedient little soldier out of her.
Though, rationally, she also didn't want to make it any more difficult for him. He had confessed to her a few nights ago why he'd felt so uneasy when they had gone grocery shopping: the gondolas were too tall which led to lots of blind spots and the amount of people meant he couldn't rely on his hearing sense to detect potential danger. 'It just screams ambush,' he told her.
Ada couldn't quite imagine what he must have experienced that a supermarket or a store would translate into danger, but it was not her place to question him. Instead, she had kissed his forehead in bed and offered to start doing their shopping on her own. Sy had promptly refused, suggesting they simply go early in the mornings, when there were less people and less distracting noises.
Now at Target, she was immensely glad she had gotten out of bed, the sight alone was worth it. It wasn't everyday you'd see Sy pick up a bunch of Christmas tree baubles and inspect each one of them carefully before determining which ones were worthy enough to make it to their living room. Ada sneaked a picture for safekeeping and then decided to send it to his mom as well. Family dinner was fast-approaching, and she'd seize all the cookie points she could get.
"Darlin'," Sy called, catching her attention. He was holding up an inflatable Santa who, instead of carrying gifts, dragged a bag full of liquor bottles and sported a drunk grin on his face. It was tacky beyond words. "Do 'you think we should get this, or will it just upset the neighborhood kids?"
Ada grimaced but tried to disguise it with a smile. She’d die before letting that thing on their lawn. “I think a neighborhood dog would tear it to bits within a second," she lied, trying to appear apologetic.
"Yeah, you're probably right."
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The lights were up. It was a much quicker process with Sy's help. It was also the occasion for Ada to just sit back and relax because he was adamant, she shouldn’t step on a ladder to help. Instead, she had a glass of bourbon waiting for him for when he finished. It was 5pm somewhere after all.
"You said we had a tree!" Sy's deep voice reached her from the basement.
Ada threw her head back, sighing, before hurrying downstairs after him. "Yes, it's in that box over there," she pointed at a white cardboard box behind a couple of spare tires.
"Woman, it's tiny!" Sy complained, picking up the box and setting it down between them. It was about as tall as her. It was not that small.
"It's the one I've used every year since I moved in. It's pretty enough and doesn't take up too much space,” she defended.
In front of her, Sy exhaled loudly through his nostrils before rubbing his beard. She knew that move. It's what he did to remind himself she was not a soldier under his command, but his wife, and that he better measure his words unless he wanted to sleep on the sofa.
"Look, darlin'," he said calmly, enclosing her small hands in his much bigger ones. "This is my first Christmas home with my wife. I refuse to put up a minuscule, fake sapling in my home and call it a Christmas tree."
Ada was slightly taken aback. She didn’t know Christmas was this important to him. Though it was true he had been overseas on Christmas the past two years, so she could understand where he was coming from with wanting this Christmas to matter. Besides, it was endearing when he put it like that.
With a nibble on her lip, Ada gave in. "Okay. They're selling trees in that parking lot by the pharmacy."
Sy slowly shook his head, a mischievous look on his face. "No. We're going to get our own pine tree from the woods."
You gotta be kidding me, she groaned internally.
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Ada had no idea where they were. It hadn’t been that long of a ride, but there were no more houses or streets to be seen around them, just endless fields and a forest. It was only when Sy took a right turn, that she started spotting cars and what looked to be a very colorful barn which had been converted into a cozy boutique.
“Where are we?” She asked, staring out of the window as Sy looked for a place to park his truck.
“The Dallagher’s ranch,” he replied. “They do a corn maze and a pumpkin patch in the Fall, and in the Winter, you can pick up your own Christmas tree. My dad used to take Claire and I here every year.”
Oh… This was a family tradition. No wonder Sy made such a big deal about having a real tree for Christmas.
Once out of the car, they walked hand in hand through the dirt road until they reached the makeshift counter made of hay where you could get a handcart before heading out into the man-made pine forest and select a Christmas tree. Most people she saw, however, were already returning the handcarts and happily carrying their trees to their parked cars.
The old man by the cash register seemed to recognize Sy instantly, smiling warmly as he greeted him with a one-armed hug. Ada realized it was the ranch’s owner. “I haven’t seen you in years, Jack!” The old man exclaimed with a laugh before turning to Ada. “And who’s this pretty lady?”
“This is Ada, my wife,” Sy said, introducing them. He watched with amusement as Ada stumbled as the old man hugged her without a warning, taking her by surprise.
“Well, it’s great to meet you, Ada,” the man nodded once he had retreated, and then turned back to Sy. “Should I be offended I wasn’t invited to the wedding?” He teased.
Sy was already wrapping his arm around her shoulders, chuckling. “To be honest, Dallagher, there were no guests at the wedding,” he replied, amused at the way the old man frowned in a confused manner at that piece of information. “Actually, we came here to get a tree.”
“Of course!” Dallagher immediately turned and ordered the young boy in overalls to fetch them a handcart. “What size did you have in mind?”
“Something around seven feet,” Sy said, looking pensive as Ada looked up at him suspiciously, trying to figure out how much seven feet converted to in the metric system. Once she’d done the math, she pulled at Sy’s flannel sleeve to protest – that was way too big, it’d take up the whole living room – but the Dallagher’s grandson was already handing them the cart and leading them to the entrance.
“Trees that big are at the very back of the forest, you’ll have to walk a little.”
This turned out to be quite an understatement. Ada felt like they had been walking for literal years. While they had still come across other people at the beginning, mostly families, they were on their own now – that is if you didn’t count the many squirrels that kept appearing out of nowhere.
She stopped, grabbing the back of Sy’s red tartan shirt so he would be forced to pause as well. “Can’t we just take one of these?” Ads suggested, gesturing at the countless trees all around them. They were all pretty enough and considerably taller than her.
Sy huffed, biting his lip in amusement as he looked at her dispirited face. He’d told her she should probably get changed and wear more comfortable shoes before they left home, but she had insisted she wasn’t going to change clothes just to get a goddamn tree. “These are only around six feet, darlin’. And,” he paused, eyeing the trees more closely, “they’re not Nordmann firs. I want a Nordmann.”
Ada sighed defeatedly, but nodded all the same, starting to walk again when Sy took pity on her. “Do you want to sit on the handcart?”
The change on his wife’s face was instant, the frown lifting into a smile as she climbed on the cart and sat down in the middle, evening out her weight for him. “Is that better, darlin?” He asked teasingly.
She turned her head back just to make sure he saw her rolling her eyes.
By the time they reached an area with Nordmann trees that Sy considered nice and big enough, her butt was sore from the conjunction of the hard, wooden surface and the uneven ground. She wasn’t even sure she had made the better call or whether it would have been better to suffer in her new ankle boots instead.
“Which one is better?” Sy asked, pointing at two pine trees that looked virtually identical to her.
Ada shrugged, almost saying that he should choose before realizing how much time that would take. The man wasn’t picky about food, bedlinen or even the pillow he slept with, but apparently, he had to make sure he brought home the most perfect tree. She still couldn’t wrap her head around that. “The left one,” she said finally.
“Which one? Your left or my left?”
Breathing in deeply, she decided to just point at the tree she was talking about. Sy nodded thoughtfully and grabbed the saw he had brought with him and started to work on the tree. While she had been most eager to get this whole thing over with, it became an entirely different story now as she dreamily stared at her husband getting to work.
With most of his back facing her and one knee on the forest’s soft ground as he started sawing off the Nordmann fin, Sy looked absolutely delicious. The red flannel shirt unbuttoned over his white t-shirt and the jeans made him perfect sight with anyone with a lumberjack fantasy. Ada had never considered herself as having such a kink. A uniformed soldier, or even better, a captain? Hell yes. A strong, rugged husband capable of her breaking her in half? Also a big yes. A lumberjack? The thought had never crossed her mind in the past but there was no point in denying it now as she sat back on the wooden cart, watching Sy carefully saw down the giant tree.
She was wet. Horny. Aroused. You name it. It also didn’t help that they hadn’t had sex that day. Yet.
"Sy," she whined, just loud enough to get his attention, while swinging her legs in the air like a child.
"I'm almost done, darlin'," Sy responded, not bothering to turn around to look at her. "I want a nice, clean cut."
Yeah, and she want a nice, dirty fuck. Pouting, she watched him for a couple more seconds as he knelt in front of the base of the tree, deciding from which side he should bring the saw to the trunk next in order to make it even.
That was when Ada decided she was tired of waiting. Shuffling quietly, she slipped off her wet panties from under her dress and rolled them into a small ball before throwing it at her husband. It hit his left shoulder and rolled down his chest. Grinning wickedly, she leaned back on her shoulders and enjoyed the view, the muscles on his back shifting as he picked up the garment off the ground. If this didn't get her laid, nothing else would.
"Ada Metz Syverson," Sy groaned out her full name slowly, his voice even deeper than usual. He got back up on his feet and turned to face her, looking stern.
Suddenly she didn't feel so brave anymore, not when he had crossed the distance to her in two determined strides and went to tower over her small, sitting frame. His jaw was set, and his eyes were a darker shade of blue than usual. Ada moved her eyes down his body, her eyes pausing at the defined pectorals on his chest before sliding lower. He was definitely hard, the bulge on his jeans prominent.
"Just remember you asked for this."
She wanted to ask what this was supposed to be, but he didn’t give her the chance. “Legs,” he ordered, patting his shoulder as he came to stand just inches away from her. Almost unconsciously, she obeyed his order, her ankles coming to rest on the front of his shoulders, her feet framing his neck. “That’s a good girl,” he praised her with a quick kiss to her right calf before his large hands moved to the front of his jeans, just over the protruding tent and began undoing the belt and snap.
From this angle, Sy’s cock looked even bigger, the shiny glans flushed a deep pink. Ada swallowed tightly, her legs already shaking with anticipation and he hadn’t even touched her yet. Pumping his shaft with his right hand, Sy brought his left one to her core, rubbing the rough pad of his thumb over clit once or twice before sliding it between her folds. She was a dripping mess. Sy smirked when she keened eagerly at his touch, enjoying his ministrations until he pulled his hand away and brought it to his mouth, licking off her slick. “It’s good you’re so wet already because I just can’t wait to take you, darlin’.”
He wasn’t lying when he said he couldn’t wait. The next thing he did, was grabbing hold of his throbbing, hard cock and guiding himself into her. Ada moaned loudly at the intrusion, drowning out Sy’s own growl as her walls clenched around his cock, trying to get used to the abruptness and depth of the penetration.
“Fuck, Sy!” She cried out, not even sure what it was she wanted. “Don’t stop,” was all she could muster as he ploughed into her like there was no tomorrow, hitting her pleasure all at once.
He knew they were being too loud. They might be alone, but they were still out in the open air, and yet he just couldn’t find it in himself to care – not when she felt this good around his cock and her noises only heightened his fervor. If someone happened to stumble upon them, then they’d simply be in for a premium show,
It wasn’t long until her legs started shaking almost uncontrollably up in the air, prompting him to remove one hand from his steely grip on her hip and wrap his arms around her legs to keep them steady as he continued with jackhammer thrusts. “Are you going to cum for me, darlin’?” Sy panted, groaning out the question between clenched teeth even though he already knew the answer.
Ada didn’t manage to reply, the first waves of her orgasm already coursing through her when she moaned his name. Her hips canted up, her body tensed up like a bolt, and Sy knew he was done for right then. Her warm walls squeezed him impossibly tight inside of her, milking the cum right out of his cock while he fought to keep his balance as pleasure overtook him.
They came down from their heights slowly, chests heaving. Sy lazily removed her legs from his shoulders, massaging the strained muscles on her inner thighs before he set her legs down. This woman would be the end of him. “That was…” he panted, bending forward over her body to kiss her forehead, unable to find a proper adjective to describe what had just happened.
“Yeah,” Ada breathed out, nodding slowly.
Sy ended up having to carry her and the tree on the cart back to his truck because there was no way she was able to walk straight after that.
°°°
They finished decorating the giant tree. Ada had to admit it looked pretty although the red and gold decorations clashed with the color theme of their living room. She handed Sy the newly purchased baubles one by one – he was the only one capable of reaching the top.
On their way back home, she had somehow managed to convince Sy to stop at the therapist’s office – the one she had found had the highest ratings on Google. They had booked the first available appointment, which was just after the New Year and Sy had made it very clear to their secretary it was just a ‘testing appointment’ and that there was no need to set aside time slots for follow-up sessions yet because there was no guarantee he’d be back. His reluctance was palpable, but Ada was glad he was giving it a try at least. And if he didn’t like, then they’d figure out something else.
In the background, their wedding video kept playing and she wondered for how much longer she'd have to hear the sound of camera flashes as the chapel assistant took way too many photos of them in the most cliché poses you could imagine. Sy has insisted they put on their wedding video since they’d never gotten around to watch it and it fit the season, according to him. Slowly, the annoying sounds began fading away and Ada sighed with relief. Watching herself on TV sparked too much embarrassment in her.
"Hand me the big one with Rudolph, will you, darlin'," Sy asked from behind her, still meticulously decorating the tree.
Ada nodded, searching for the bauble he had in mind. It was still in the shopping bag, she remembered, lifting it off the floor to dig inside it.
Ada froze as a female chuckle was heard, unconsciously gripping the glass ornament too tightly in her hand. "Not that fast, Captain."
Behind her, Sy frowned. "What did you say?"
"Tonight, I'm in charge," she heard her own voice say - no, it was more like a purr.
"Shit!" Ada cursed loudly, letting the bauble fall back inside the bag and she hurried to the TV, her worst fear confirmed.
Sy followed her quickly, stopping just behind her, his hands on her shoulders. "Is that from our wedding night?" He asked slowly, his eyes locked on the screen as he watched his younger self being tied up to the bedposts by his wife.
"Yes," Ada cringed, her face a painful grimace. "I didn't even remember the sex tape."
"Me neither," Sy swallowed loudly, admittedly rapidly becoming aroused at the sight of his Ada doing a striptease on camera. She wore that red ensemble with the garter belt.
"I think the assistant never really ended the video after our wedding, only paused it and we later continued filming in the hotel instead of starting a new video," Ada commented, now understanding what had happened. How they’d even came up with the idea of filming a sex tape on their wedding night, she didn't know. Alcohol had probably played a part in it.
Sy was still staring in awe at the TV, enthralled by the sight of his wife deviously edging him, her hips swaying slowly, when her words slowly registered in his head. "Didn't we send copies of the video to our families?" He stammered, his voice uncharacteristically quiet and hesitant.
Silence fell between them as they both realized they had been dumb enough to send copies before watching it themselves. "Fuck!" Ada barked, seizing the remote to pause the video. "We sent that to my parents, your parents, your sister...," she listed, her face losing all color.
Suddenly, the sound of Sy's deep laughter filled her ears. She turned to him, aghast. How could he find this funny? This was peak cringe! She’d be one needing therapy after this!
"You know, darlin', watching this video was the first time my parents ever saw their daughter-in-law, before even meeting you in person." Sy explained, shaking his head with amusement.
Ada was mortified. No wonder Mr. Syverson had seemed on the verge of laughter the first time they'd met and Helen had given her the side eye. The woman had a USB stick in her home with an hour-long video of Ada fucking her son. "You know, Sy, this wedding video is also the first thing my parents saw of you." He stopped laughing abruptly, his face red, all amusement gone.
They both sat down on the couch next to each other, slowly coming to terms with the fact that pretty much their whole families had seen this, and never said anything, probably keeping it as an inside joke.
Sy broke the silence, his large hand reaching to rub her naked thigh. "You know, I don't think we should be embarrassed," he said, prompting her to stare back up at him, eyebrow raised dubiously. "The way you tied up my arms really enhanced my biceps and you looked adorably hot like a vicious kitten from hell."
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