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sunlightandsuffering · 3 years

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I DIDNT MEAN IT LIKE THAT DIKEODJRKRK LIKE SHES EVEN NICE TO REINER

😂😂😂 bro Its kinda funny tho Eren would lose his fucking mind.

She likes Reiner... fucking Reiner.

She keeps sending him flirtatious glances and cute little winks every time she drops off a scone or a water refill and Eren simultaneously wants to pull his hair out and stick his fork through Reiner's eyeball. And the blonde man sitting across from him knows it. He keeps giving Eren nervous looks and he's grabbed at the collar of his shirt too many times now just to be readjusting it.

Does she not SEE him or something. He doesn't want to be vain but Eren knows regardless of Mikasa's long lost love for him, he's a good-looking guy, he can wheel girls and it's easy. Objectively Reiner is also good-looking, but they're just not the same, Reiner is built like a wall and Eren is a bit more lithe and his face more chiselled. He personally thinks he's a bit better-looking than Reiner but still what the fuck Mikasa?

Well time to turn on the charm, he's usually okay at seducing waitresses, it's been a hot minute though.

Turns out he's not so great at it or maybe Mikasa just hates him he's not entirely sure. At every turn she stonewalls him.

Flirty wink: ignored.

Writing his number down on a napkin and slyly handing it to her: balled up and thrown into the trash. Coincidentally running into her after coming from the bathroom: IGNORED

Flirtatious banter: she takes the opportunity to smile and laugh at Reiner.

He's on the worst losing streak of his life and he doesn't understand.

"Hey, Mikasa is it? That's a really pretty name, does it have any meaning or anything." The line is a last resort and he only does it because he can't think of anything else. He just knows he needs to make some kind of impression on her.

She gives him an unimpressed look, "No, I'm surprised a guy like you said it correctly though, usually everyone gets it wrong." His jaw drops, a guy like him?? A GUY LIKE HIM?? WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN??

He can't believe the love of his life hates him because he's been stereotyped as a douchebag. How tragic.

He tries to rebound from her epic destruction of his character, "Well I'm sure you haven't met a lot of guys like me I'm a bit different than what you'd expect." She looks at him in disbelief, but hey at least she's not trying to flash Reiner her epic rack through her low-cut shirt anymore. Now she's just irritated. "Guys like you are a dime a dozen. I bet your name is Kyle, you're probably in business school and president of your fraternity. You do stand-up paddle board yoga on the weekend with your dog at your parent's beach house and you flirt with anything that walks because you can. I've got news for you Kyle, not interested."

All of their friends are just kind of staring in horror at the epic takedown they've just witnessed but Eren shrugs it off he can take the verbal abuse, there's just one thing he can't get over.

KYLE?? SHE THOUGHT HIS NAME WAS KYLE?? Why is he being stereotyped like this, why isn't Reiner, he looks like way more of an asshole than he does.

His face downturns and his mood sours, he doesn't even want to flirt with her anymore, she's just being mean now.

Well might as well stick it to her today, give her a memorable story for her friends, he'll come back another time without a man bun and maybe she'll change her tune. "My name is actually Eren. I'm in pre-med, definitely not involved in a fraternity but Reiner over there is," he points at his blonde friend, he needs her to know he's a douche, SHE CAN'T like Reiner more than him.

He leaves a wad of cash on the table with a generous tip for his meal, "I do actually enjoy stand-up paddle boarding but I don't have a dog and on the weekends I usually volunteer at my dad's clinic. I don't usually flirt with a lot of girls, only ones with dark hair and bad attitudes but since you're so obviously not interested Mi-Ka-Sa," he draws out her name as he stands, towering over her a small grin on his face, "I'll take it as my loss for today but I'll be sure to see you next time."

He leaves her with a wink and he doesn't bother to look back as he leaves the restaurant, waving at Levi who is busy cleaning up behind the cafe counter where they sell pastries.

Mikasa feels AWFUL. That's the meanest she'd ever been in her life but in her defence she's having an awful day and she'd thought the blonde guy, Reiner was cute. He's just her type, blond, tall and with pretty eyes. Of course she'd noticed that the other boy was equally attractive if not more so but she'd written him off as an asshole almost immediately. So to say she's shocked by his response to her is a bit of an understatement. She's a terrible human being and she almost considers running after him, but she still needs to help his friends pay their bill. She gives the debit machine a mournful look as her guilt kicks in. She'd taken all of the stress of her day out on him, it wasn't his fault her car had broke down this morning and that almost every consecutive customer she'd had today had been a dick in one way or another.

She's about to awkwardly ask who wants to pay their bill next when a curly haired girl pipes up from her spot in the corner of the booth. "Hey I know you have absolutely no reason too, but can you do us a favour and run after him. I can almost guarantee it'll be the best decision of your life."

Everyone else around the table is nodding seriously and she doesn't understand at all but well if they all agree, who is she to say no. She leaves the debit machine and speed-walks out of the restaurant, picking up to a quick jog when she spots him well into the parking lot and almost to a silver car.

"Hey!" She yells but he doesn't hear her, he's fiddling around on his phone. She breaks into a sprint just to catch up and she curses how wide their parking lot is.

"Hey you! Eren!" She yells again when she gets close enough and he finally stops, turning to look at her. She stops in front of him, wheezing a bit to catch her breath, god she's out of shape these days.

"What can I do for you Mikasa?" He asks, as if she didn't just insult him.

"Give me-" She wheezes again, "a minute." "Got it." He says and she takes a few more deep breaths before she finally speaks. "I'm really sorry about everything that just happened, I um-I've been having a bad day and I took it out on you. I didn't mean it, I was just being a dick."

She looks up to observe his reaction, preparing to be reamed out for her rudeness but he just grins, green eyes twinkling. "What time are you off?"

"Ugh-six?"

"Good. I'll pick you up at six."

He turns and starts walking towards his car again.

She is dumbfounded. What the hell is she supposed to do, did he just ask her out. "Wait are you asking me out, like on a date." "Do you want it to be a date Mikasa?" "Yes?" "Then it's a date." He gives her one last wink and she's left staring after him unsure how to deal with the entire interaction. Apparently now she has a date.

#why did i write a whole fanfic #I AM BUSY WITH MY A/B/O FIC #I need to stop!#eremika #why is eren so smooth tho for real??#lys's drabbles

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jiamour · 4 years

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maybe, just maybe

pairing: hufflepuff!jeno x slytherin!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 4.2k

summary: jeno was perfect, maybe everyone was sick of his perfectness, maybe it wasn’t everyone, maybe it was just you.

alternatively: you’re in love with jeno but it takes 2 rainstorms, months of longingly staring, a missing overweight cat, and a love potion to realize it

a/n: i wrote this two years ago so its not great and its bullet point which is annoying

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oh look at perfect jeno, with his perfect marks, his perfect attitude, his perfect quidditch skills

his perfect hair, his perfect smile

his perfect face

maybe everyone was sick of his perfectness

maybe it wasn’t everyone

maybe it was just you

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“do you see what jeno is doing over there? he literally volunteered to polish the fucking candelabras, there’s something off about him, something he’s hiding, no one can be that nice”

renjun threw a grape at your head forcing you to pry your eyes off of the innocent boy doing a good deed while eating a blueberry muffin across the dining hall to glower at your best friend

“but he is that nice” renjun huffed not up for another 10 hour tangent about how jeno was obviously wearing a wig ‘because no ones hair can naturally be that fluffy it’s literally not possible’

“well jeno can suck my dick”

“you’d like that wouldn’t you”

you gasped and chucked a half eaten scone towards him earning a few curious glances from some third years who quickly looked away when met by your glare

“why am i even friends with you?”

renjun had the audacity to roll his eyes “because i’m the only person who can stand to listen to you pine over jeno everyday without wanting to rip my ears off, and sometimes even i romanticize the idea”

“shut up it’s not pining, i hate him and i’m leaving, i refuse to sit here and be attacked” you said hurriedly, grabbing a peach in your hand, and scoffing before stomping dramatically out of the room

renjun snorted and continued eating

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jeno looked up from candelabra just in time to see you exit the dining hall flipping your hair back flamboyantly before stocking off down the corridor

he smiled to himself

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you rubbed your eyes as you left the slytherin common room to begin your nightly patrol as prefect

(jeno was a prefect as well, of fucking course he was (this didn’t bother you at all (okay it did (a lot))))

the walk around the halls was always calm and relaxing

except when you saw that annoying ghost peeves

you hated peeves almost as much as jeno

key word almost

you took a step around the corner of the hall and that’s when it hit you

no like literally hit you

someone had actually hit you

you stumbled backwards in shock, lighting up your wand quickly to see which annoying brat was out of bed despite the paintings complaints

what you saw definitely wasn’t AN annoying brat

it was THE annoying brat

“jeno?”

jeno was standing there, wide eyed, in his slightly over sized pale beige striped pajamas, with a little bit of mint toothpaste on the corner of his mouth, in pure panic

“oh my gosh! i’m so sorry! are you okay?” jeno was almost yelling looking like he was about to cry

you shushed him (naturally)

“i’m fine don’t worry i’m okay” your voice was hushed and way softer than usual almost getting caught in your throat

like you were caught in his pretty eyes

what?

ignore that

he heaved a sigh of relief but his shoulders remained tense

he looked around your shoulder and whenever he spoke it was as if he wasn’t even looking at you

“umm jeno?”

he only hummed

“are you okay?”

“no”

that certainly was not the answer you had expected

“what wrong?” you didn’t know why you were asking this, why you cared.

you hated him

“i-my cat-“ he stumbled over his words almost cutely

“i lost my cat have you seen a cat?” he asked his voice full of desperation

he squat down holding his hand about 30cm off the ground “shes white with gray spots and umm about this tall”

he moved his hands apart as if he was holding a large book “and she’s about this wide, i know she’s a little pudgy- okay a lot pudgy, but i love her a lot okay!”

if jeno wasn’t so panicked you would have laughed

“i haven’t seen her sorry” you told him and the look on his face made your heart break

he stood up looking down at his feet “that’s okay she’s a strong cat i’m sure she can surv-“

“but i can help you look for her” you cut him off words surprising both him and yourself

“WOULD YOU REALLY” jeno spoke overjoyed earning multiple shushes from the paintings

then he pulled you into a suffocating bear hug muttering thank you over and over again

stupid jeno and his stupid perfect warm hugs

when he let you go all you could do was stand there in shock he noticed your expression and blushed

which was awful by the way

clearly embarrassed he put a hand on the back of his neck and looked down again “sorry that was a bit weird wasn’t it?”

yes very

do it again

“only a little” you laughed quietly and his eyes shone bright as he laughed with you

it took about 30 minutes to find his cat

of course his stupid fat cat couldn’t stay hidden for longer

how inconsiderate

when jeno saw his cat (who’s name turned out to be ‘cuddles, because that totally wasn’t the cutest this ever) he squealed and the cat came running towards you both rubbing it’s head against jeno’s leg

you didn’t know cats were capable of this much affection

but of course perfect jeno was the exception

he just had to be a fucking cat whisperer didn’t he

“you should get back to bed it’s not your shift anyways, you need sleep” your words broke him out of his cat trance

he sighed looking almost sad

but why would he look sad?

he had no reason to be sad

who made jeno sad?

“this was fun” he said with his annoyingly perfect voice

you said nothing only gave him a small smile

cause that’s all he deserved

okay he deserved more

shut up

“i guess i’ll be going then goodnight yn”

you hated how perfect your name sounded coming from his lips

you watched as he walked off making his way back to the hufflepuff common room

“goodnight”

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“ugh i hate him so much renjun i didn’t get to sleep because of him and his stupid fat cat”

“you were on duty you didn’t get to sleep anyways”

“shut up”

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the day was beautiful

the birds were singing, the wind lightly blew the grass around where you and renjun were sitting, and the coast was jeno clear

wait false alarm

there he was standing at the outskirts of the forest feeding the baby animals like the fucking saint he was

“the day is no longer beautiful”

renjun laughed

shit you said that out loud didn’t you

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the next time you saw jeno (aka the 12th time that week (not including class) not that you were counting or anything) you were both in the library

he sat at a table surrounded by friends his nose scrunching occasionally whenever he read something he didn’t quite understand

you watched as he delicately flipped the pages of the old book

god you really wished you were a book right now

wait

what the fuck

you hadn’t realized you were staring until renjun waved a textbook in front of your face snapping your attention back to him

“hello earth to yn” renjun wanted to yell but it was a library and he had manners “you going to help me with this project or keep staring at mr.perfect?”

“i wasn’t staring”

“okay so now we’re out here telling blatant lies, okay hun, i see how it is” as he spoke your eyes began to drift back over to the table where jeno sat and renjun was not having it

snap snap snap bitch renjun's hand was snapping right in front your face and you were afraid he was going to accidentally (not so accidentally) hit you

“still not staring” you muttered “why would i stare at someone i hate?”

“kill me now”

you decided to actually work before renjun went crazy

also you didn’t want perfect jeno to make you fail

you’d never live it down

you and renjun finished up your research a few hours later to both of your relief

you gathered up all of your stuff to go as renjun put the books back

you looked over at where jeno sat to see if he was still there

because you were annoyed that he was

that’s why you were checking

no other reason

you were surprised to see him sitting there looking right back at you

he smiled his perfect smile and waved

you bit your lip and gave him a shy wave back not knowing what else to do

you turned away quickly to search for renjun who had probably already left without you, hearing the laughter of jeno's friends behind you

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you found yourself at a quidditch match between hufflepuff and ravenclaw

it was the first time you’d been to a quidditch match since your second year and you decided to go now because renjun wanted to be there

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renjun did not want to be there

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before you had entered the stands to sit in a crowd of screaming people there was a tap on your shoulder

you turned around quickly ready to fight who you thought was renjun for being late

it wasn’t renjun

jeno stood there dressed in his quidditch uniform slightly sweaty from practice beforehand

(and god was it hot)

because of course he was hot because he was stupid mr.perfect who could even make sweating look good

you were livid

jeno smiled at you

you couldn’t help but smile back

“i saw you walking over so i decided to come say hi if that’s okay” jeno spoke uncertain but his voice remained bright

“it’s okay” you said quietly “hi”

“i’ve never seen you at a match before” jeno inquired and something bubbled in your chest

“i haven’t been to one in a while i came because renjun wanted too” you said shyly fiddling with your sleeve

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renjun did not want too

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“i don’t see renjun?” jeno laughed

just as the word ‘renjun’ came out of his mouth the boy himself came around the corner beginning to yell a loud “YOUR KING HAS ARRIVED” before noticing jeno with you

renjun backed the fuck out of there

“well i guess now i do see a renjun” you laughed at that and jeno's smile traveled to his eyes

when you didn’t say anything jeno spoke up again “so i noticed you’re not wearing anything yellow. how can you cheer me on without wearing any yellow?”

you were flustered “i um-“

“WAIT UNLESS-“ jeno gasped dramatically placing a hand over his heart “are you not cheering for me?”

you couldn’t help but giggle “of course i’m cheering for you”

how could you not

he was mr.perfect after all

“well then here” jeno said pulling a yellow scarf from out of his uniform pocket “wear it for me okay? i have to go now before couch gets angry”

he placed scarf around your neck and looked at you smiling “there. i’ll see you later yn”

then he left

and stupid perfect jeno had bested you again

how dare he make you wear his soft perfect scarf

he must know how much this hurt your pride

renjun was going to have a field day

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“yn stop playing with his scarf and look at the game”

“no i hate quidditch”

“i can see him looking at you right now and he looks sad you’re not watching”

“what really?” you looked up quick

jeno was not looking

at least not anymore

renjun laughed

“i hate him” you mumbled

“and you” you added for good measure

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you were exhausted

your head was laid on the dining hall table and you were ready to sleep for eternity

“did you even sleep at all last night? jesus yn, you look awful” renjun’s voice was teasing but laced in concern

“thanms” you mumbled lifting your head attempting to sarcastically thank him but not having the energy

“wow you’re a mess” he laughed ruffling your already messy hair, trying to make it worse

“ugh i hate you” you grumbled just when a soft hand was placed on your shoulder

“you hate me?” the voice behind you laughed brightly

oh god you knew that voice

why did he have energy this early

showing off how he was superior again

you hated it

“jeno” you said as you turned to smile at him

“you didn’t answer my question” he teased sitting down beside you

uninvited you may add

okay maybe you tapped the seat for him to sit but only a little

“of course i don’t hate you” renjun rolled his eyes so hard you were surprised he didn’t roll with them

“well that’s good because i brought you some coffee” he said making a car sound as he moved the coffee across the table towards you “you looked tired and i drink this every day so i thought you’d like it”

it’s like he wanted you to hate him

how dare he be so nice

making you feel special

doing good deeds

playing with your emotions

being too fucking perfect

renjun saw you glare at the cup and had to leave because of how hard he was laughing

jeno asked if renjun was okay and you just waved him off

“thank you” you hummed and reached for the cup

the coffee tasted like caramel and had the perfect amount of milk and the perfect amount of sugar

you loved it

and you hated that

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“hey man are you okay? you just started wheezing out of nowhere, yn says you’re fine but i just wanted to be sure” jeno asked the next time he saw renjun in the hall

renjun died again

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you were taking a walk around the school grounds to clear your mind of stress from upcoming assignments

you got lost in thought as flitterby moths flew around and landed on flowers in front of you

that was at least until a loud perfect voice came from over the hill calling your name

you moved your eyes from the moths who hadn’t even been startled by the sudden sound to where the voice had come from and surely enough there was jeno walking towards you

you waved to him and he smiled back

“what are you up t-“ he stopped talking when he saw you watch the moths flutter up into the sky and fly back into the forest

jeno laughed at your pout making you pout more

“who would have thought that the tough slytherin prefect spends her time watching butterflies” jeno teased his hand brushing against yours because of how close he was standing

“they were moths” you corrected

you smiled proudly

for once he wasn’t perfect

“so are you saying you are against the idea of watching butterflies?” he bumped your shoulder playfully

“i haven’t seen many around so i guess it would be nice to see them as well” you sighed truthfully and jeno couldn’t take his eyes off of you

he opened his mouth to speak and that’s when thunder struck

“oh god no please say there’s no-“ before you could finish your sentence it started pouring, “rain”

jeno looked at you and lifted his robe over both of your heads with left arm and grabbed your hand with his right before he started running, pulling you with him towards the castle

you couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous this situation was

you were running hand in hand with the boy you hated

with mr.perfect himself

who by the way still looked perfect even when sopping wet with his hair sticking to his face

and that was just offensive

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jeno didn’t want to let go of your hand even when you had made it back to the castle

so he didn’t

he brought his robe down which happened to be no help anyways

and looked over to see you smiling beside him

how someone could look so perfect while drenched in rain he would never understand

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jeno walked you back to the slytherin common room

because he was too nice for his own good

his hand was still holding yours

obviously to humiliate you why else

if renjun saw you like this he’d never let it go

you really hoped renjun wasn’t around

but of course he was

you opened the door to the dungeons and there he was

standing right there

he looked at you

then he looked at you hands

then he looked at jeno

back to you

back to your hands

instant wheezing

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“is your friend okay? i can ask madam pomfrey if she has an inhaler for him” jeno asked the next day

now you were wheezing

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“amortentia is the most powerful love potion in existence. it causes a powerful infatuation or obsession from the drinker and should not be used under any circumstances” the potions teacher explained at the beginning of the lesson

if it shouldn’t be used then why teach us, you wanted to groan

there was a 500% chance someone was going to try to make someone fall for them like an idiot

the teacher continued on and the curiosity of many students grew “it is said that it smells different to each person, based on what we are attracted to.”

okay maybe that’s kind of cool

and you kind of wanted to know what you were attracted to

well you did know

kind of

“for example i smell cinnamon buns and butterscotch scented candles as well as the ocean” she droned on lazily her eyes closing slightly taking in the scent before she snapped out of it and looked back at the class

“would anyone like to give it a try” the teacher ask and half the hands in the room shot up

including yours

“yn how about you” the teacher said and you got out of your seat to stand in front of the potion

you leaned in to get a waft of the potion and the first thing you smelt was blueberry muffins

“tell everyone what you smell dear” the teacher insists

“umm blueberry muffins, caramel coffee, mint toothpaste, umm-“ you listed getting distracted by the smell

“continue on” the teacher urged smiling

-“the forest, sweat” you said slightly embarrassed “old library books, cats?”

the class laughed at that and you did too

��and umm the rain, should i continue on or-“ you blushed

“no no that’s enough thank you for assisting” the teacher patted you on the back and sent you back to your seat

where believe it or not

renjun was laughing

“what?” you asked curious wondering what you had done now

“i can’t believe you don’t know” renjun took a large breath trying to regain himself “why are you like this?”

“like what?” you were so confused and renjun wasn’t any help

you looked around the room to see if anyone else knew what the fuck was going on and there he was

jeno staring right at you eyes wide

and you had no idea why

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the next day you watched as jeno grabbed his usual blueberry muffin and coffee before walking over to you and renjun

he had been doing this for about a week

but today

it felt so awkward

like jeno and renjun knew something that you didn’t

and you hated that

but jeno’s perfect soft smile as he handed you his caramel coffee so you could take a sip made all the negativity go away

wait

caramel coffee

blueberry muffin

it had to be a coincidence

yeah that’s all it was

one big coincidence

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jeno seemed to be bringing you places more often

it was strange

really strange

one day he had dragged you out to the forest with him to feed the animals

which would have been nice if he hadn’t kept looking at you expectedly the whole time

when you didn’t say anything he just sighed and walked away sadly

you hated making mr.perfect sad

the next day jeno took you into the library

where you read about love potions

from old books

and nothing

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jeno was going insane

he was trying everything

he couldn’t tell if you were purposely doing this or if you were actually this oblivious

he guessed it was the latter because you may be cute but you definitely weren’t an actor

he learned that the hard way

resulting in you both losing 20 house points

he would rather not get into that

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jeno invited you to his quidditch match

and you couldn’t say no, no matter how much you disliked the sport

because he has asked you with his perfect smile and his perfect pleading eyes

and no one could say no to that

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he gave you his scarf again and renjun imploded

or maybe that was you

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after the match which you think he won but you weren’t entirely certain jeno ran up to you pulling you into a tight hug

okay so he probably won

it was against slytherin but you know, who cares about house spirit when mr.perfect wants you to root for him

jeno invited you to come back to the hufflepuff common room with him to celebrate

and no one in their right mind would decline

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his common room was definitely a lot cozier than yours you thought as you sat on the couch by the fire and pet his cat

pet his CAT

while you waiting for him to get out of the shower

although it should feel awkward being in a unknown place surrounded by unknown people, it didn’t

everyone was so welcoming and friendly

it felt so natural

jeno returned in fresh clothes with slightly damp hair that hung cutely in his face and mint toothpaste in the corner of his mouth

this felt familiar

jeno sat beside you putting his arm along the back of the couch and folding his legs on the seat to look at you

you stuck your hand out reaching towards his face “you have a little- there you go” you said as you wiped the little bit of toothpaste away

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jeno was pretty sure he died then and there

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jeno was done, he couldn’t take this anymore, everyday he asked you to go on a walk with him hoping

dreaming

that it would rain and you would maybe realize

he was ready to curse the fucking sky

but god decided to send him a gift instead

and it rained

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“oh my god” you groaned trying to put your hand over your head to stop the rain from hitting you “i can’t believe this happened again”

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please realize please realize please realize

“what are you doing? why do you look like you’re praying?”

that was it

jeno grabbed your hand and pulled you into him

“can i kiss you” he asked looking down at your lips

you just nodded

so he did

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what the fuck

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK your brain was yelling as you kissed jeno

in the rain you might add

wait

rain

blueberry muffins

coffee

cats

sweat

mint toothpaste

forests

old books

jeno

how had you not realized?

you were attracted to jeno

the potion

everything made sense

“oh my god” you said shocked against his lips he laughed and pulled apart so he could look into your wide eyes

“you- the potion- rain- oh my god” you were rambling and jeno kissing you again, a quick peck this time

“i can’t believe it took you this long to realize” jeno said and you groaned slightly embarrassed ducking your head into his chest to hide your face

“hey, hey, no don’t hide, i want to see you” he teased and pushed you back slightly so you were forced to look up at him

your eyes were locked together until his hand moved to cupped your cheek and he leaned in again

but then there was thunder

“we should um-“ you stepped back mumbling shyly “get out of the rain”

“good idea” jeno agreed looking down at his wet clothes that stuck to his body

this time you grabbed his hand

and you both ran

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the hufflepuff common room was closer and you didn’t want to leave each others sides, not at the moment

not right now

when THAT had just happened

what jeno had been waiting months for

okay maybe what you were also waiting months for

you had changed into one of jeno’s spare perfect yellow hufflepuff sweaters

the both of you sat in front of the warm fire shivering

jeno had an arm around your shoulder holding you close

and he wouldn’t stop looking at you with a perfect smile

“wow” jeno sighed and you looked at him

“what?” you asked with a small laugh

“i’ve just wanted this for so long”

“yeah”

“yeah me too”

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he was still perfect

but maybe

just maybe

you didn’t really hate him after all

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Prompt #37 for you, dear: Things you said with the tv on mute 😌📺🤫

Notes: Okay angel, you have an official IOU from me for a one shot that’s total fluff!!! I love you!!!! Thank you to the gorgeous bitch that is Bethany for making this better than it ever could’ve been <3 <3

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Sirius’s never been much for silence. He was brought up in the heart of London in a household always filled to the brim with guests that his parents deemed worthy enough to intermingle with the ever so illustrious Black name, and then in Hogwarts there was always the chatter of other students or the mysterious sounds ringing from the forbidden forest. Sirius’s always needed that extra layer, that muffled background noise to help ground himself, to help not get lost in his own thoughts of inadequacy or regrets over his vast array of stupid decisions that he’d make in a thoughtless spur of passion.

If he’s really forced to think about it, the only time Sirius’s ever been comfortable blanketed in quiet was during the few times he spent his school hols in the Welsh countryside. But Sirius tries not to, think about that he means. Because then he’s back in bed, curved against Remus, one of his arms stuck underneath him while the other traced elaborate designs against his sun dappled skin. And it’s hard to reminisce on those sorts of memories, the ones that remind him about burnt toast mornings in their Camden flat and the taste of blackberries on Remus’s lips and the way they had always found solace in folding into one another after a long day out on patrols or raids of a Death Eater hideout. Well, found solace until they had suddenly, abruptly not. Before Remus had begun spending his full moons away, out on covert missions given by Dumbledore and never repeated about to Sirius. Before a thick, uncomfortable tension had clogged between them on the breakfast table that they used to stretch across to interlace their hands with one another’s. Before secrets infested every nook and crevice of their relationship, burrowing through it like deadly, invasive pests— rotting away at the one thing Sirius held with reverence and an aching sort of love that he’s only ever felt towards Remus.

The night Remus left was only surprising in how long it took their bending to turn to a break that couldn’t stitch back up with heady kisses, and ardent declarations and tender caresses that always were that bit lighter for how afraid they’ve always been to hurt the other. It was early June and it was like every ounce of Sirius was being rinsed of resolve, like the moonlight itself was bleeding out with the desperation and yearning and pain painted so evidently on each of their faces and what measured their movements when in relation with the other. It was in the midst of an argument, because of course it was— because that had become their only form of communication in those final fleeting weeks in-between the fucking and the cautious glances volleyed around like they were back in sixth year and first beginning to tend this tentative, little flame between them, a flame that became a supernova that swallowed Sirius whole without his permission. Remus had made a crack about Sirius needing to get him a leash if he was so convinced that he wasn’t being forthcoming about his whereabouts, and Sirius had snapped back saying that at this point he wished Remus was actually just sneaking around to shag Dearborn, and then Remus had just slumped over, lying against the wall as if it was the only thing keeping him up anymore.

He had circles as dark as the velvet night sky beneath his bright eyes, and he had such a rigid sort of posture once finally standing back up that it makes Sirius wince even remembering it, and just looking at him in such a state felt like the deepest betrayal. All Sirius knew, all he’s ever known and all he will know for the rest of his days is that he never wants to be the one to make Remus look that defeated or exhausted or just plain sad ever again. Remus had packed his few belongings in the old luggage he’s had since first year in a matter of minutes, and marched out the door without ever looking back, and Sirius hadn’t seen him until after the dust had finally settled in the wake of the end of the war. Remus is the one thing Sirius has always known he never deserved, and now— six weeks removed from the defeat of Voldemort by the hands of a still recuperating Dumbledore, Sirius knows that truth is as inherent as ever.

It was Lily who stayed up with Sirius on nights he couldn’t go back to bed in fear of being met with Remus in his dreams— her missing him in a different but just as painful way. It was Lily who told Sirius about the borderline sadistic recruitment efforts Dumbledore had Remus operating— making him relive his worst nightmare every full moon with the man who had turned him when he was no more than four years old. And it was Lily who called him and James a pair of “bloody prats,” because she had never doubted Remus for even a moment. So it only made sense when it was Lily who tipped her chin in that imperious way of hers two weeks before, and proclaimed that they’d be having a Christmas together as a family. Which meant that Sirius has just spent the last three— Merlin forsaken— days awkwardly avoiding Remus in the most stilted and uncomfortable manners every time they ran into one another in the Potter cottage, and it meant that Frank, Alice and Neville took one of the guest rooms, while Sirius readily offered the only other one to Remus, and now he’s slumped downstairs, staring at the strange Muggle box that Lily had bought and what James, Sirius, and— and well the rat, had spent an entire afternoon toying around with— pure blooded to the core. Lily and Remus had only left them to it while going off for tea and scones at the cafe down the way, laughing at them all the while.

God does Sirius wish that golden splendor had never faded.

At the moment, the Muggle box is playing a barrage of clips of an incredibly pretty lady, one with dark hair and violet eyes. She looks like she could be a Black, honestly— it’s disarming. He’s sure he’s seen her before. Sirius furrows his brows that bit more, surprised just how familiar she actually looks, and is shaken when he hears a soft, rasp of a voice— the most resplendent voice he’s ever heard— speaking from behind him. “Liz Taylor.”

Sirius turns around, frantic, as he takes in the sight of him, up close after so long, and Sirius stares, wide eyed and greedy, like he always is when around Remus. “Pardon?”

“The woman on the telly, that’s Liz Taylor. My mum was positively obsessed with her.” Remus’s arms are crossed leisurely against his chest as he lies against the doorway, clad in a white T-shirt and a pair of fading, plaid pajama bottoms. His bottom lip is worn dry and his hair is disheveled and sticking out on impossible angles, and he’s the most gorgeous thing Sirius has ever seen. Even now, even after so many months apart and even while he’s obviously lost in thought about his miraculous mother who had passed away from a Muggle disease their seventh year, taking a part of Remus’s heart right along with her. Even amidst all of it, Remus Lupin is the most startlingly beautiful thing Sirius has ever witnessed.

Sirius can’t stop his gawking, it’s like a warped image of that night over five months ago now, and it fills Sirius with a sort of dread he’s become far too accustomed with feeling when around Remus. “Oh, right,” Sirius says, more because he feels like it was his turn to say something, even if it is stuttering and dumb.

“You remember Christmas break of seventh year? When she made us watch her favorite film? That starred Liz Taylor.”

Sirius’s throat feels dry, can’t believe that Remus is speaking with him at all, wonders how he’ll actually be able to string two words together in any sort of coherency. “Yeah,” he clears his throat. “Yeah, yeah. The one about the bloke who wanted to marry her but got that other bird pregnant.”

Remus’s answering grin is small and mild and a bit threadbare, but it’s a Moony smile, so Sirius will devour the vision of it with hungry piety.

“I think the critics might have an issue with your distilling one of the greatest critiques of American capitalism into a tawdry love affair, but that’s the one,” Remus says as he picks up the clicker and mutes the box, perched on the other end of the couch’s armrest. And it’s so far removed, but the closest Remus has been able to stand being around Sirius in too long and it pumps him with a sort of staggering, hesitant hope that he has no right in indulging himself with— to feel the levitating, helium like sense of it pulsing in his chest and coursing through his veins.

“You know me Moons, just wanna get to the dirty bits.” He tries for broke and casts him a half smile, feels it like a punch in the gut when that doesn’t affect the detached way Remus stares at him from his perch. “But the bloke was fit at least— I recall saying that he looked a bit like you.” That, for some mad reason, makes Remus toss back his tawny head— silver in the moonlight— and laugh hysterically. “I’ve finally done it, made you go barmy.” Sirius marvels, goading but also partially meaning it.

“Of course you’d think Monty Cliff looks like me Sirius, he’s only the most tragic git in cinema history.”

“Since when are you the dramatic one Moons?”

Remus stills for a second— probably over the use of the familiar pet name, but he doesn’t say anything of it, just gives him a one armed, what can you do shrug. “’S true, he got in a nasty accident with Liz in the car when they were out drinking one night.”

“Oh— That’s rotten luck.” Sirius says, still feels a bit delirious with the fact that Remus is even speaking to him at all.

“Quite.”

“Did he die?”

“No, not fully. They were able to stitch back up his face, but he never actually recovered, was haunted by it really. I guess folks used to say that there was the beautiful before, and then the monstrous after, scars and all. So he spent the next decade drinking himself to death.”

Sirius’s insides go cold, flashes of Remus’s own habits bubbling to the forefront of his mind, but he sweeps it away and only nods, thinks he understands the shifty way Remus is behaving now, considering the obvious parallel to his own accident as a lad and how the Wizarding world has regarded him ever since.

“That’s shit Remus.”

He hums, noncommittal as he studies a point over Sirius’s shoulder. “They still call it Hollywood’s longest suicide.”

Sirius suddenly feels sick to his stomach, knows that if this was even just half a year ago, he’d be gathering Remus in his arms now and kissing away the lines melting into his face, and telling him in a gargled repetition that he loves him and he loves him and he’s always loved him. He’d tell Remus how damn beautiful he is and how bright and brilliant and remarkable of a person he is. And Sirius would fall asleep with Remus’s head resting on his chest and the blanket pooling around their hips and it would feel splendid just for that slice of eternity.

But this isn’t half a year ago. This is now, and now is composed of them broken up and awkward and left them unable to even hold each others gazes for longer than a few seconds at a time, lest the hurt becomes unbearable.

“He sounds like someone I’d get a pint with If I’m being honest.”

That miraculously seems like the right thing to have said because Remus smiles softly as he stands up. “Sure you two would’ve had a marvelous time, his boyfriends called’m a miraculous lay.”

Sirius laughs, loud and abrupt and a bit like a bark. “Come off it.”

“Poor Liz, she was mad over the shirt lifter.” Remus pulls a face and sticks his tongue out, cheeky in a way Sirius has missed beyond words. “But never mind the history lesson, I just came down for a glass of water, don’t let me disturb your telly watching.”

“You didn’t!” Sirius says hurriedly, forcing himself not to actually leap up and corner him. “I mean—“ he coughs, tries evening out his heartbeat. “You’re never a bother Remus, you know that. You know I’d rather talk to you than just about anything else,” the silent, save for fucking you, doesn’t have to be said, but Sirius reckons Remus caught the implication if the slight flush to his ears is anything to go by.

“Right, well I should still get back to bed. Tomorrow’s actual Christmas Eve and Lily’s practically branded the damn schedule onto my hand.” Remus turns to the kitchen, and it’s all too much like before, but Sirius won’t let him— can’t let him— go off and leave him behind. If there is one inarguable truth in Sirius’s life, it’s that he loves Remus John Lupin more than all the stars in all the damned galaxies combined, and losing faith in that has only ever caused him the worst sort of pain. So he doesn’t let him go, flings himself forwards and encircles one of Remus’s bony wrists with a loose hand, can practically hear his pulse pounding in his ears.

“Wh— Sirius—“

“Are we ever going to be alright again,” Sirius asks outright, probably the stupidest thing he’s ever done but he doesn’t care, is sick of feeling so damn lost and wrong footed and lonesome without him.

Remus slowly pivots back around, lips set in a firm frown and brows beginning to knit. “What do you mean.”

“Don’t Remus, please, just don’t. If it’s no then please just put me out my misery. I can’t do this sodding in-between shite, this purgatory of nothing and everything. I just can’t.”

The silence that drapes over them seizes with a tension Sirius hadn’t felt since the night Remus had left, and it probably doesn’t bode well, but Sirius doesn’t care, wants an answer damn it.

Remus only stares at him, measured and noncommittal and with an almost aloofness that Sirius had successfully penetrated by the end of their first term in Hogwarts. It’s really something awful being on the other side once more. “You thought I was the spy.” He says in a deadpan, void of any warmth, and cleared of even the Welsh lilt to his words that always shone through when he was relaxed, and wasn’t afraid of being cast off as just some country boy. He sounds methodical, by rote. He sounds like he doesn’t dare allow any emotions to bleed through because he’s afraid what Sirius would do with them, and that realization, above anything else, is what punches him right in the gut.

“I thought everyone was the spy,” he tells him, isn’t above from graveling at this point. “Hell I thought I was the bloody spy for a moment there! Under the imperius curse, or was obliviated or—“

“That’s different Sirius,” Remus interrupts, seething, and tearing his wrist away from Sirius’s light grasp. “Think about why you would presume me to be working for the dark side over Peter!”

Sirius flushes, is getting angry now, hating that Remus wouldn’t even hear him out. “Because you were in the top of the class, and that fucking rat barely knew how to transfigure a throw pillow to a damn porcupine!”

Remus’s face— a face Sirius knows better than the back of his own hand— twists up in derision, lips curled and nose wrinkled and pinning Sirius with a one eyed squint. It’s completely inappropriate timing, but Sirius wishes he could show Remus just how thoroughly he pays reverence to him and that face. “Well lucky him he was born a pure blood.”

And that, that snide remark is what makes Sirius jolt back, as if he’s been slapped open handed right across the face. Like the one and only time his mother had done so when she caught him and Regulus dressing up in her heels and jewels and lipsticks when he was seven years old. This, this insinuation by Remus is just as striking and probably ten times as painful. “Don’t. Don’t bring blood politics into this Remus. You know I don’t give a buggering fuck about any of that trite.”

“Then what?” Remus almost yells now, face reddening and stepping close enough to Sirius that he has to tilt his head back just so, just enough so that they’re eyes are boring into one another properly once more. “Was it the fact I’m a fucking werewolf? Huh?” He grabs for Sirius’s front, hands knotted in the material of his shirt, and careful not to touch him. It’s a familiar action when Sirius thinks back to the final couple months of their relationship, Remus had always just grabbed onto Sirius’s clothes— wrinkling his jackets and Henleys whenever they kissed goodbye. Sirius had ultimately thought it was because of the guilt eating up inside for his turncoating ways, but now recognizes it for what it was and what it is. He sees that it’s Remus trying to grapple for something, anything. It’s Remus trying to ground himself by touch, and by Sirius, to feel still amidst all the chaos.

Sirius puts his larger hands against Remus’s wrists once more, doesn’t let him drop his gaze. “Fuck you Remus.”

“Is that it? You got sick of fucking a halfbreed? Figured that if I was just like the lot who actually were enthralled by Grayback that it’d be fine if you could end it.”

“Shut the fuck up!“

“Just say it! Say you didn’t trust me because I’m a werewolf and you believe that propaganda that we’re some sorta inherently dark creatures. Tell me you gave up on me because of that. Just give me an answer Sirius!”

And it’s like Sirius can’t breathe, doesn’t know where to begin his rant. Whether he should shout at Remus for being a self loathing prat, or shout at Remus for thinking so low of him, or maybe shout at Remus for trying to pretend as if he wasn’t the one who gave up on them first. In the end, he does none of that.

It’s pure instinct when Sirius plunges forwards and crashes his lips against Remus’s own, trying to infuse the love and adoration and acceptance he knows Remus has never allowed himself to truly feel, and is relieved when his lead-like insides lighten just a fraction when Remus opens his mouth and grabs for Sirius’s face, and kisses him that much deeper. His tongue plunging into Sirius’s open mouth and the familiar slide is so achingly welcome Sirius swears he could fall over in gratitude, frantically palms up and down Remus’s lightly muscled back for purchase, and ultimately just gives up and drags him to the sofa, doesn’t let their lips separate for more than a breath at a time.

“I love you, I never stopped loving you Moons,” Sirius tells him as he practically rips Remus’s shirt as he pulls it off and Remus collapses over him, now straddling Sirius’s lap and kissing a path across his jaw. “Don’t ever think otherwise.”

Remus pulls away, only for a moment, but it’s enough to see the watery gleam to his eyes and the doubt that passes across his face. Though Remus doesn’t let him look for too long, plunges back forwards to kiss him in a cacophony of lips, and teeth, and spit. His cold hands glide against Sirius’s abs beneath his own t-shirt, and Sirius is practically arching up with wanton intent. God he’s missed this, missed Remus and the way they fall against one another, and missed the way they’ve always just fit so innately.

“I—I still love you too Pads,” he says against Sirius’s neck, practically shaking but it’s enough to clear Sirius of all his worries and all his doubt. If there’s anything that couldn’t erode, its the foundation they built with one another and that’s enough, maybe that’s all they need to begin healing once more. Sirius knows that there’s countless conversations and apologies and that they’ll need to take this one step at a time, but here, now. This gives him hope that Remus is just as willing to work on it as he is, and that’s all Sirius needs to know.

He slides a hand up Remus’s thigh and dips a thumb into his waistband, asking for permission, and almost laughing at how eager Remus is to the question, eyes fluttering shut prettily as Sirius slips a hand into his front, cheeks blazing when he realizes Remus wasn’t even wearing any pants.

“Moony,” he moans, tossing his dark head against the sofa and praying for strength from fucking Merlin himself.

Remus actually does laugh, kisses the juncture of Sirius’s neck and shoulder before he starts rocking back and forth, against Sirius’s rapidly hardening cock, and Sirius is already so pent up and hungry for this that he knows he’s not going to last long.

“Bloody slag.”

“Pot calling the kettle black—“ Remus’s eyes go blown suddenly, absolutely going mental at the pun and Sirius can’t believe the love of his life is such a damn wanker.

“Oy, I’ll show you what this kettle can do,” Sirius snaps, playful as he flips their positions so that Remus is lying beneath him, canting forwards when Sirius unceremoniously grabs his cock and begins a slow, and steady stroke, absolutely fucking beaming at the small, cut off gasps and muffled whimpers Remus lets out. They should probably worry over someone walking downstairs for a midnight snack or smoke or something, but Sirius can’t be fucked to care, not with the gloriously golden sight of Remus Lupin flat out beneath him and panting and how Sirius knows precisely how to get him to whimper out in that particularly stunning way.

“Sadistic— Hah— Sadistic bastard,” Remus groans as Sirius begins to thumb at the tip and uses the pre-come to slide faster up and down his shaft, his own hips rocking faster against Remus’s leg to catch at the sensation.

“No arguments here,” Sirius whispers, dipping back down to kiss him as he speeds up the stroking, and gets some of his own friction as he rubs against Remus’s thigh in quick and graceless thrusts and it’s only a moment more before Remus is groaning out with his orgasm and another few thrusts of Sirius’s own hips after that when Sirius joins him, practically collapsing over his body once he does.

“Oof, get off me you prick.”

“Too tired Moons.”

“You’re heavy.”

“Are you calling me fat?”

Remus laughs and Sirius wishes he could be wrapped up in the sound for the next eon to come. For now, he only licks off the come still sticking to his hand, and Remus wrinkles his nose in acute disapproval, but then he kisses him deep and thorough. So Sirius doesn’t take it to heart.

Eventually they adjust themselves so that they’re each lying on their sides and peering at one another, gentle but with more stability than they’ve felt for nearly a year now. It feels like they’ve come to some sorta equilibrium about where they go from here, and it’s so bloody miraculous. It’s like their lives have finally been unpaused from the war and they have a thousand, glimmering memories waiting to be had. A future painted with a house of their own, and visiting James and Lily and the Sprog every night for supper, and maybe even having one of their own. A future Sirius lost hope in while they were apart but is now suddenly and painfully the brightest spot in Sirius’s world.

#wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #marauders #the harry potterr series #harry potter series #mlim8 #I LOVE you sweetheart #SPILT INK

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kassies-take · 4 years

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Baby Now and Forever

Summary: R gets turned into a baby. Alex gets black mail opportunities, and Lena can’t get away.

A/n: Baby Danvers is now a baby

Warning: Cuteness overload, I think

Lena Luthor x Reader, Kara Danvers x Reader, Alex Danvers x Reader

Word Count: 2261

Kara didn’t see it coming. It’s in the Danvers Sister’s blood to protect. No one had any idea what the weapon was going to do.

“(Y/n)!” Kara ran to the pile of clothes.

Alex punched the guy, for a brief moment she looked towards her two sisters. She was in shock seeing just a pile of clothes before she grabbed his collar.

“What did you do!” Alex kept punching.

He only laughed even when Alex punched. Kara moved your clothes out of the way, her mouth hung open as her hands trembled.

A piercing scream, Alex knew all too well, made the other laugh harder as Alex stood frozen. Having the perfect window for opportunity, the man dressed in all black ran towards his ‘baby gun’, or that’s what Nia had gone to call it later on.

“She shouldn’t have ran, it would’ve done nothing on Supergirl.” He wiped an imaginary tear. “Now she’ll have to live with it!” He held the gun above his head.

“No!” Alex couldn’t get there fast enough as Kara had you in her arms. The gun crashed to pieces before he was stunned and fell onto his back.

The Danvers trio entered through the D.E.O balcony. Alex on one side of Kara’s arms while you were on the other, wrapped in her cape.

“Agent Dox, do we have anything on this gun?” Alex huffed, she had countless nights in which you had kept her up. She was not about to do it again.

“I would have to look through the pieces to find a solution.” Brainy grabbed the bin with broken pieces.

“There’s a solution to this right?” Alex yelled towards Brainy in a panic.

“Fear not! This is not permanent!”

“We better call mom, she always knew what to do.” Alex looked at you.

“I think it’ll be okay. She’s so cute Alex,” Kara cooed.

“Yeah wait until she starts crying,” Alex rolled her eyes.

“If you don’t need me anymore, I’m gonna head home. D.E.O is not a place for a baby. You’re still coming tonight for game night right?”

Kara flew off before she could get an answer.

“Kara has no idea what she’s up against.” Alex mumbled.

~~~~~

“I don’t know what you want!” Kara cried with a pillow over her head.

The moment she got home you had started crying. She did not remember taking care of Kal-El to be this hard. You were on the couch, pillows surrounding you with your snot covered, tear covered form.

The door opened on its own, and Kara has never been happier to see Eliza.

“Eliza, please make her stop crying!” Kara cried.

Eliza carried you which caused you to cry harder. “Truthfully Kara, Jeremiah was always the one to calm her down.”

Kara began to cry harder.

“Kara?” A soft voice asked from the door. The brunette stuck her head in.

“Lena!”

“Oh good. I heard a baby crying and for a second I thought I was on the wrong floor.” Lena smiled.

Your cries softened as Lena entered Kara’s apartment. Lena had to take a step back, who had a child and didn’t tell her? And why was this baby reaching out towards her?

“Kara, please tell me this baby is not any one of Superfriends. Cause I was definitely not gone for that long on my business trip.”

Kara frowned and bit her lower lip. “Well I can say it isn’t any one of Superfriend’s, but it is a Superfriend.”

Lena’s eyes widened and turned towards the figure in Eliza’s arms. She looked around the apartment and realized you were nowhere to be seen.

“(Y/n)?”

“She got turned into a baby during our mission. Brainy is working on a way to fix this now.” Kara plopped onto the couch.

You whined, almost falling out of your mother’s arms. Eliza knew that look all too well. That was the actions you would make to be held by Alex or Jeremiah. Lena paled when Eliza held you out towards her.

“She wants to be held by you.”

“I-I never held a baby before.”

“You can hold her while sitting on the couch, if you’re afraid of dropping her.”

Lena was led to the couch by Eliza’s free hand and before she knew it she was holding you in her arms. You immediately calmed down as Kara cheered.

Lena was still trying to wrap her head around the fact that a tiny human, you, was in her arms holding on to her pointer finger. She was stuck in a trance staring into your eyes.

Nia and Alex had run into each other at the base of Kara’s apartment building. Nia was beaming with excitement as Kara had mentioned a surprise.

“What is the surprise!” Nia screamed as she pushed open the door.

Lena panicked which caused you the cry. You reached and grabbed for Lena obviously there was nothing wrong about that. But your reaching and grabbing was at Lena’s breasts.

Lena’s face flushed red while Alex laughed and pulled out her phone. Lena really didn’t want her photo taken, as people would see her incapable of childcare. She had immediately moved you into Eliza’s arms.

That wasn’t such a great idea on her part when you started bawling.

“Oh no! Mom I’m getting PTSD.” Alex covered her ears.

“Alexandra you’re being dramatic, you were six when (Y/n) was born.” Eliza bounced you open and down.

“She cried for an average of three hours every night!”

“You’re not planning to make me do all the work right? Cause when you said you wanted kids, the baby crying part is part of the whole package. We might not even get a baby, we might get a little boy or girl who has terrible tantrums.” Kelly smirked from Kara’s open door.

“Can someone please calm (Y/n) down before we talk about other babies? Superhearing here.” Kara groaned

“Well she did the best with Lena.”

“No,no as much as I love (Y/n) I can’t.” Lena shook and waved her hands.

“Okay you’re gonna have to because if not she,” Alex pointed to you. “will cry forever.”

“Who got her to stop crying when she was a baby?” Lena asked

“Jeremiah...”

“W-who is (Y/n)’s most favorite person now?” Lena asked, desperately hoping that it would not be her.

“Kara/Alex.” Nia and Kelly said at the same time.

“I am obviously not her favorite, she pulled my hair and blew out my ear drums.”

“That leaves me! I’m gonna use this as a blackmail opportunity,” Alex chuckled evilly. “Okay (Y/n), come to big sissy.”

“Sissy?” Nia smiled before Alex turned towards her with a glare.

“Not a word or I’m going to make sure Dreamer doesn’t ever wake up.”

“Alex,” Both Kelly and Eliza scolded.

You snuggled into Alex’s neck with small whimpers and whines. When it came down to it, the bond between a big sister and a little sister was one of the most loving things. You were doing okay until Lena walked towards the kitchen for a glass of wine.

You kicked and flailed, hitting Alex in her chin. She bounced and shushed you, but you were still restless. Whining and crying while looking at Lena in the kitchen over Alex’s shoulder.

Something clicked in Eliza’s mind, she carried you out of Alex’s arms.

“I think I know who is (Y/n)’s favorite person.”

“Who?” Alex asked, a bit offended.

“The lovely Lena of course.”

Lena’s head snapped up while she poured her wine to look at Eliza with wide eyes. She tried to blink the truth away before she shook her head.

“I-I can’t be her favorite person. I’m a Luthor. I’m a spawn of a devil. (Y/n)’s going to get hurt by me.”

The room looked around at each other. Kelly approached the Luthor.

“Lena hun, I don’t think that you know that we don’t see you like that. You’re a brilliant and beautiful person who has been through trauma. I understand why you might be scared, this is very new to all of us. It’s hard I’ll give you that, trying and trying to prove to everyone you’re not like the rest of the Luthors. The only person you have to prove yourself to is yourself. And I know it’s different and it’s easier said than done but if there is anyone who would support you it would be (Y/n).” Kelly comforted Lena.

Lena looked at Kelly’s smile before she turned towards you in Eliza’s arms. She took a big sip out of her wine, sighed and reached her arms out to hold you. It was the least she could do, with all the love you have given her.

She held you closely as you cooed. Lena always loved a Danvers hug, and this was no different. You had turned into a baby but there was no difference to how much love she felt.

This has all overwhelmed her as she began to ugly cry. You moved your hands up to Lena’s eyes and patted her tears away. There was just something about a baby’s innocence that was so precious. They don’t know anything in the world yet cried when their mother was distressed. To not know anything but know that pain is bad.

To have a family, despite all that you have gone through to be in your corner. Loving and cherishing you for who you are, despite the circumstances. Lena was constantly reminded by you that she was enough, if it wasn’t you it was Kara, Kelly, Nia, Alex, Brainy, J’onn and even Eliza. She also hated the fact that it took a baby to make her figure that out.

“Fear not Superfriends! Brainy has solved the equation!” Brainy held the baby gun in his arms. “Oh it seems little (Y/n) is taking a liking to being little. I will go put this away at the DEO and come back.”

“NO!” Everyone screamed.”

“You didn’t have to scream.” Brainy moved towards Alex and gave her the gun.

“Why are you giving this to me?”

“When the ray is used, (Y/n) will grow back to her adult size. Her clothes would not. Leaving her in her birthday suit. Ooh scones!”

Alex took you from Lena’s arms before motioning Kara to follow her into your room. Alex placed you on your bed and shot you with the baby gun, when you were full grown Kara sped to dress you in black sweats and a black T-shirt.

“How are we at home?” You looked around the room.

“You were turned into a baby.”

“Oh so that’s what the gun did.” You pushed yourself off the bed and onto your feet.

“It’s good to have you back, you were a hassle.” Kara hugged you.

“Oh so the Girl of Steel couldn’t handle me,” you teased. “Game night is still happening right?” You and Kara headed towards your door.

“Not so fast baby Danvers. I have a few questions to ask you.” Alex had her arms crossed.

“I jumped in front of Kara to save her because the world needed her more than me, The last thing I remember was getting hit by the gun and I didn’t steal your poptarts in your office.”

“I was gonna ask you why you wanted to be with Lena in your baby form and why,” she pulled her phone out of pocket showing you a photo of you and Lena looking at each other with nothing but love in your eyes and why you were reaching towards her boobs.

“Oh,” you blushed. “That has a very good explanation, that is because I’m in love with Lena,” you smiled.

Alex and Kara smirked at each other. “Lena!” Kara sped out while Alex wrapped her arms around you. The next thing you knew you were in your room with Lena, the door shut close. You tried to open the door but gave up trying knowing Kara and Alex were probably holding the door.

“Hi,” you smiled at Lena.

“Hi.”

~~~~~

“Babe,” Lena groaned. The baby’s cry echoing in your house.

Lena reached over towards your side of the bed and opened her eyes. Your blankets was pushed towards the middle with your side of the bed empty. Lena heard soft shushing from the baby monitor and headed towards your daughter’s room. You were bouncing her up and down but couldn’t get her to stop crying.

“Mommy has a meeting tomorrow, let’s let her sleep huh.”

Your daughter, Lauren, was still fussing. A soft knock and a chuckle came from behind you. Lauren cooed and immediately calmed down in Lena’s arms.

“She just wanted you,” you pouted.

“Don’t take it the hard way, my two girls just love me. She’s just like you, not wanting to be away from me for too long. But at least she didn’t reach for my boobs.” Lena smirked.

“You are not going to let me live that down are you.”

“Never. Like I always say...”

“Baby now and forever.” You both said together.

“I’m really regretting jumping in front of Kara now.”

“I’m not, I know you’d do the same for me and our little girl.”

“Please I would use you as a shield to protect our little girl.”

“Only if I don’t use you first,” Lena smirked.

You kissed her forehead before leading her to the rocking chair.

“You can go back to sleep.”

“No I’m gonna be with you and our baby now and forever.”

#lena luthor #lena luthor x reader #lena luthor imagine #lena luthor imagines #kara danvers #alex danvers #baby danvers #kara danvers x reader #alex danvers x reader #supergirl x reader #supergirl #supergirl imagines #supergirl imagine

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geekybisexualwriter · 4 years

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Staring(Five Hargreeves x genderneutral!Reader)

Request: I’m new to asking for prompts so hopefully I did this right but can you do tua five x reader with prompt #9 from the fluff list But instead of I talk about you with friends it’s with the siblings…

Requester: anon

Taglists:

Permanent:

@five-scoffee

@peepeeparkerr

@linthebinbag

5 x reader:

@sitherin-mxschief

@paradox-psychosis

@cherry-ki-d

Word count: 1183

(A/N: thanks for the request, anon!)

(A/N #2: This is slightly based off of the song A Guy I’d Kinda Be Into from the musical Be More Chill, which you should all listen to)

(A/N #3: Sorry it’s been so long! I’ve been so busy with school(Spanish is kicking my ass) and family stuff that I’ve barely had any time to write for pleasure)

Five sighs dreamily with burning cheeks, looking over at Y/N, who was reading a book in the other room and out of earshot. Allison chuckles behind him. “Again, Five?”

He jumps a little, quickly straightening his posture and looking over at her with a slight glare. “What?”

“You staring at Y/N. It’s the third time this week I’ve caught you, you creep.” Allison smiles, filling up a teapot with water and placing it on the stove and getting out a mug that reads, ‘I’m the best sibling, deal with it’.

“I am not staring at them. Why on earth would I be staring at them?” Already, Five’s gaze drifts back to Y/N, who giggles at something in their book. “I mean, we’ve known each other since forever, why would I suddenly start having romantic feelings for them?”

“Well, maybe it’s not so sudden.” Allison frowns at the tea selection, two-thirds listening to Five and one-third picking out a tea. “Maybe you’ve had feelings for them for years and you’ve just now realized.”

“That’s doubtful. I know pretty much everything.” Five says proudly. “It’s like if all of us Hargreeves shared 10 brain cells, I’d have three at all times, you’d have two, and Ben would have two, and Vanya would have two. Luther, Diego, and Klaus would share one, although it’s mainly in Diego’s hands, and Klaus has it maybe once a year(I based this off of another post I saw weeks ago and added to it, credit goes to whoever originated it).”

Allison chuckles and picks out an Earl Gray tea bag. “Yeah, that math adds up, but you’re just trying to distract both of us from talking about Y/N, who you’re madly in love with.

“I’m not ‘madly in love’ with them.” Five grumbles, knowing that he was lying. Unfortunately, so did Allison. “I mean, is it even worth it?”

“Absolutely! It’s never a bad idea to tell someone how you feel.” Alison puts the bag in the famous mug.

“Except if it completely ruins the dynamic that you’ve created with that person. Hypothetically, of course.”

“Of course.” Allison chuckles. “But I’m sure this person wouldn’t let that happen. I think that they care as much as you do about the hypothetical relationship you two have.”

“Maybe, but even this person couldn’t control feelings of discomfort.”

“Well, the person might be uncomfortable at first, but it wouldn’t last very long. And we’re forgetting the very strong possibility that the feelings could be reciprocated.” The teapot screams.

Klaus Hargreeves was not a simple guy. He, for one, hated to see two people who obviously were in love with each other pine hopelessly until they grew old and spent years denying their very obvious feelings for each other.

So obviously, he had to get them together.

He was on his way to do just that, eating a scone(cause why not) when Five walks up to him voluntarily(gasp).

“You better not be thinking about telling Y/N that I like them because that is a LIE.” Five glares at him.

“Oh, of course, I wouldn’t tell them that you like them.” Klaus chuckles and starts walking again, twirling his magnificent boa around his fingers.

Five breathes out a sigh of relief just as Klaus says, “I was going to tell them that you love them. Love you!”

Five’s eyes widen and he runs in front of him again. “No! You can’t do that!”

“Oh? And why not?”

“Because then they will that the lie you are about to tell is the truth! And there’s no way I’m letting you do that!”

Klaus sighs. “You know as well as I do that it’s not a lie, brother. Now please move out of the way so I can tell our dear friend Y/N about how you feel.”

“No way! Not until you swear not to!”

“I’m just doing your job, Fivie.” Klaus ruffles his hair affectionately and Five bats his hand away. “If you didn’t want me to do it, then you should have done it a long time ago. Also, it’s insane how oblivious you two are! I mean-”

“I’ll do it soon, but I want it to come from me.” He blurts out, and both Klaus and Five were surprised that he had done that.

“Well, how soon is soon? Because all of us have been waiting for, well, ever!” Klaus waves his arms around and then pauses. “And, you know, if you do it in the next week, then I will win 40 dollars from our dear brother Diego.”

Five sighs. “I don’t know when. I definitely need to do it as soon as possible, before one of my idiot siblings does it for me.” He stares threateningly at him and Klaus chuckles.

“Fine, fine. But by the end of the week, ok?”

“No promises!” Five downs his coffee that he holds at all times and walks out.

A few weeks pass with Five being obvious as hell, Y/N being oblivious as hell, and the rest of the Hargreeves trying to get Five to confess and failing, only getting a ‘soon’, or a ‘shut up’, or even an ‘if you don’t leave right now I will kill you and I have seventy-nine ways to choose from’.

Y/N looks up from their book to see Five staring at them. They chuckle. “What are you looking at, weirdo?”

Five blushes a bit. “I was looking at the painting behind you.”

Y/N turns around to see a blank wall. Well, it was patterned with seashells, but other than that, it was blank. “What painting?”

“Um, well, um,” Five continues stuttering, for once not having a plan on what to say at every moment.

Y/N looks at him, giggling softly. “Ok, what’s up Five? Something’s off.”

“It’s really nothing.” Five letting the lie roll easily off his tongue, regretting it immediately.

“If it’s nothing, then why won’t you tell me?”

“Because it’s not important, so what’s the point?”

“The point is that then I would not be worried about whatever this is,” Y/N says, looking him straight in the eye. “So tell me right now.”

“Fine,” Five sighs, shifting his gaze from them and then looking at them again. “I was staring at you.”

Y/N blushes dark red. “W-why?”

“Because I find you very attractive.”

Y/N’s eyes widen. “So, you are...”

“Attracted to you, yes. And emotionally attracted, too.”

“Oh,” Y/N blinks, unsure if this was a dream or some sort of prank, but it was a good opportunity to admit their feelings anyway. “Well, I’m emotionally attracted to you too.”

“Aw, man!” Diego huffs from across the room, making them both jump. “I was about to do that for you, man. Now I’ll never get that twenty dollars from Luther.” He turns to leave and pauses. “Congratulations, I suppose.” He mutters and continues on his way.

Y/N and Five turn to each other, not saying anything for a second before bursting out laughing, and at that moment Five knew as long as Y/N was by his side, he would be okay. Most likely much more than that.

#five hargreeves #five #fanfiction #fanfic #five hargreeves x reader #x reader #The Umbrella Academy #the umbrella academy x reader #tua #tua x you #five hargreeves x you #five x reader #my writing

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jojo-fantasy-aus · 3 years

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Fantasy Au!

Joksuke x F!Reader-ch 6.

It Takes Two.

I call this chapter "please dont bottle up your feelings"- enjoy!

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You had only ever seen royals eat such extravagant, foreign food. Things like that just weren't on the menu for the working class unless it was a holiday or festival. Even then, you still had never had any yourself, until now that is.

Rows upon rows of lunch courses were laid out in front of you on the rosewood table. You were already salivating, this was quite a feast, and a delicious one at that. The savory smells that filled the air could make a man go mad. You weren't the only one stuffing your face, but you certainly were the only one out of your original group to restrain yourself just enough to not look like a feral squirrel. Shigetchi laughed as he looked over the table.

"I hope you enjoy this Josuke, Okuyasu. Because it's the only free meal you're going to get from me!"

You smile a bit at the small man's exclamation, but Josuke and Okuyasu only groan.

"Come on man, aren't you a little too rich to be so stingy?" Okuyasu huffs, mouth still full of food. Josuke nods aggressively in support, chewing avidly on his lunch. Shigetchi chuckles, and you almost flinch when he grabs his fork a little too violently. It was just a way for him to bluff retaliation, you were sure, but even so the action had you on edge. It was normal, considering the events in the past week.

The men's conversation became a little muffled, and you had almost lost your appetite. Simply pawing at the food with your fork. Life really had gotten a bit strange, hadn't it?... Would it ever go back to normal again? You had tunnel vision, dead set on your plate. You were starting to feel defenseless as you recited everything over again in your head. No wonder you were so jumpy, you were living your worst nightmare. One in which you were constantly in peril and haven't been able to do shit about it. You really weren't hungry at all anymore, anxiety had filled your stomach instead of food.

"Miss? Did you hear me?" You snapped your head up, and everyone was staring at you. You swallowed the food you had just now realized you were still chewing, and nervously set down your fork. You had spaced out for a bit longer than you realized. You noticed before you spoke that Josuke had tensed, avoiding eye contact with you.

"Sorry, I'm a bit out of sorts today. Could you repeat that?" Shigetchi nodded. Wiping his face with his napkin.

"I've invited the rich man that you are investigating over for tea this afternoon. I have vowed to him not to discuss any of our business operations, but that doesn't mean I can't plant a spy." He started to twirl his fork in between his fingers, setting his elbow down on the table to rest his head in his hand. He had such bad manners for a man with so much money.

"Okuyasu would stand out right away, and Josuke has no clue on how to properly serve tea, or food for that matter. You are the only person that can properly get the job done without raising suspicion, or be legally tracked back to me."

"Oh," You murmured. He wanted you to spy? Such a thing was so adamantly discouraged at the Palace, that you almost immediately rejected the idea. But you knew he was right. This was definitely something you could do quite well. You pursed your lips as you thought about it, you would finally have a foot in the door of finding the princess, instead of just watching others help the cause. You were about to answer when Josuke spoke up.

"I don't think she should do it." Your brows furrowed at Josuke, Shigetchi looked confusedly at him. Okuyasu was still eating.

"You took a vow not to speak about anything you discuss with this man, correct? So what do we do if he finds out She's a spy. Shigetchi, this too dangerous in the long run." He was right. You knew he was right. It was just so frustrating to realize. If you did this- you would finally be useful again. You would stop being completely useless to the team you had devised. If anything you had been more of a nuisance than a teammate all this time anyway.

You suddenly felt determined to see this plan through. Josuke was sweet, and smart, and kind, but you couldn't play it safe like he wanted you to. You told him that already, earlier today. You realized that in a flash of anger. You had to do this. If not for the princess, for yourself.

"Everything that we are doing is dangerous, Josuke. Why would this be any different than anything we've done before?" You hadn't meant for your voice to raise, but you were much too angry to apologize. The food was long forgotten by now, even Okuyasu had stopped eating. Josuke raised an eyebrow at you.

"It's different because it's you. You, all alone without any sort of defense in case things go wrong-"

"I'm not defenseless!" You shouted, standing straight up and slamming your hands on the table. You were shaking from the adrenaline. Why did you do that? It was like all the emotion from the past few days started to catch up with you in one awful moment. All three men looked at you, suddenly very concerned. You felt the need to leave before you were flooded with shame and regret. You looked straight at Shigechi.

"I'll do it. Let me know the details later, I'm afraid I must take my leave." Just like that, you had stormed out of the dining hall and into the corridor.

Your vision had started to tear up. Why had you snapped so suddenly? It was so hard to understand everything that was going on, besides the fact that the people around you clearly didn't have faith in you. Your heart was pounding in your ears. Whatever this was, it wasn't healthy. You used to sit with Yukako for hours, and you would just let each other unload, obviously it hadn't been possible to do that lately. You took a deep breath, desperately trying to keep yourself from crying. Josuke's call of your name cut clear through the air, but you kept walking. He called again, this time right by your side. Damn him and his cardio.

"I never wanted to imply you were- I'm just- worried about you!" You snorted, speed-walking faster. Josuke easily kept up.

"I told you this morning that I was not going to go home. That also meant that I was not going to just sit back and do nothing while you and Okuyasu are out working your asses off to find Yukako!" He huffs at your words, eyes casted downwards.

"I'm sorry. I know you've already given me your answer, but I just don't think doing this without m- without at least one of us is a good idea." You didn't want to talk to him anymore. You were starting to feel bad for yelling again, but it was understandable right? You had a reason to be angry, didn't you? After a silent split second Josuke called your name again, and grabbed your wrist.

You didn't know if it was the tug from him stopping dead in his tracks and pulling on your arm, or how overwhelmed you were. It was just a reflex. You knew it was him but for a moment it felt like that disgusting man again-

The slap stung your palm long after it was over and done with. You didn't know what to do. You just stood there, wide eyed at your own actions, looking at Josuke. He stared back, heart-wrenching incredulous eyes looking through you.

"I- I'm so, so sorry. I didn't- I don't-" Tears started to well over in your eyes. You didn't know what to say. Josuke didn't let go of your arm, gently holding it in his grasp.

"It's okay. I'm sorry for tugging on you like that." The tears started to come faster, and your face started to scrunch up in an ugly cry. Josuke softly pulled you into an embrace, testing the waters almost, and you couldn't help but melt into his warmth. You held onto him like he was your lifeline, your bodies pressed as close together as they could.

After that, Josuke realized that part of the reason you were acting so strange had to be the lack of control you had. There wasn't really any other explanation to it. He could see how overwhelmed you were, and made a decision for both of your sakes. He would follow you back to Shigetchi's tonight, and you would never know.

Maybe he should've listened to his mom when she suggested he be a doctor.

You felt much, much better after crying. Of course, the guilt of this morning still remained. Shigetchi probably thought you were crazy though. After taking the few hours in-between lunch and the meeting to calm yourself, you were confident you would do this job perfectly.

You had never blended in so well before. Serving the dishes and the tea was a piece of cake, you were a bit smug that all of those years serving the royal cook's food with hard-earned poise and grace finally came in handy.

The man that Shigetchi had over for tea was Viscount Brimsey, a man you had seen quite often in fact. One word to describe him thoroughly would be, "royal ass-kisser". It seemed that his reputation at the castle followed him here as well.

"You've quite outdone yourself, Yangu. These scones are quite divine," you fought the urge to roll your eyes as you served the tea with ease.

"Thank you," Shigetchi smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Sarah, my cook, has always done an excellent job."

"I'm jealous, the old maid at the villa has started to get sloppy with the preparations. Just last week she…"

The fine China teapot gently landed on the tray with a clink, and you carefully picked it up and set it on the trolley. The Viscount paid you no mind as you rolled the tray out of the room. Shigetchi gave you a slight nod as you left. You knew what you were to do. No one noticed when you left the door open by a crack.

You stood there for quite a bit, and it was definitely quite boring. You busied yourself with checking on the food and tea still on your trolley, trying to look like you weren't peeping in to any other servant that would pass by.

"...The economy lately…"

"...have you been to the theatre recently?..."

"...my rose garden is…"

You had been hunched over the trolley for so long your back started to hurt. Was this truly the man you were supposed to investigate? If he was in any way dangerous, it certainly didn't show in his conversation. It was getting rather difficult to not fall asleep standing. You could hear someone's footsteps come down the hallway, and stood up straight immediately, starting to place more tea cakes and sweets on two more serving plates.

"The princess was always a brat anyway." It was the Viscount's coach and footman, walking down the marble-floored hallway in their disgusting, muddy boots. Were they seriously talking about such a sensitive topic so openly? You glanced at him from the corner of your eye.

"It's no wonder she was grabbed instead of the king. The little bitch had it coming." They both let out a loud laugh, and you tried to hold your temper. Yukako wasn't a brat, nor was she as patient as you were. She would've socked them in the jaw by now.

"Did you see her face when-" The first plate slipped from your hands by complete accident. Fuck. You frantically bent over to pick up the glass and ruined food. "Did you see her face," that had to be talking about her while at the Festival, right? The words had caught you so off guard that you ruined a good lead. Damn it. Maybe you should be investigating this guy and his employees after all.

The men had approached you fast, looming over your bent form, but instead of looking intimidating, they looked nervous.

"Sorry miss, did you, uh, hear our conversation just then?" You had to think quickly.

"Veux-tu manger?" The men were taken aback for a moment, and then started to laugh.

"Just another dumb foreigner." That was a close one. You really said "would you like to eat?". Thank God they didn't understand your awful French pronunciation. The men waved at you, and opened the big door that led to the sunroom. You could hear Shigetchi and the Viscount stop conversation immediately.

"Sorry, my Liege. Your daughter is requesting your presence at the villa." The Viscount chuckled. Wiping his face and standing from the table, tipping his head at Shigechi.

"I'm afraid I must go. Thank you for your gracious meal, Yangu." Shigetchi nodded, giving his regards as the Viscount left. You curtsied slightly as he passed you no matter how disgusted you felt. The conversation overheard was more than enough to place blame on the man. You held back a smirk, a feeling of triumph rising in your chest.

You hoped Yukako and Koichi would hold on just a bit longer. You were on the road to finding them.

#josuke higashikata #diamond is unbreakable #jjba #josuke x reader #josuke imagine #josuke headcanons #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba x reader #it takes two fic

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skelemira · 3 years

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GIVE THE UL SNAS AND ROWAN LORE PLS PLS PLS I NEED THIS

OK FINALLY DONE WITH ART AND ON THE BUS HOME LET'S *DO THIS*

But before I start I should say this is not my characterization, it's actually how my bestest friend @hyacinthlanes characterizes him (she's also the one who drew my pfp btwwwwww I love you Saphhhhhhhh)

Aight so these two motherhuggers are the cutest fRICKING couple you ever will see. So I actually lowkey uh forgot how they met, I don't even think I set it in stone, I think I started writing a oneshot about it and then just straight up didn't finish it lol but I think I'm gonna go with that they meet at Muffet's.

(btw when I refer to Sans and Papyrus hereforth I mean UL Snas and Paps)

So Paps has a bit of a sweet tooth, nothing major just a bit of a craving for pastries now and then, and he knows Muffet is good about not making her pastries with an ungodly amount of sugar, so he pops by every once in a while. So one time he goes to Muffet's and he sees a new waitress. Now Muffet has *never* hired somebody to help her, so that immediately caught his attention. He noticed that she was a little bit awkward, clearly new to waitressing, and a little bit clumsy every now and then, though she seemed a bit more fearful of Muffet when she made mistakes than he thought was brought on by Muffet being a spider.... Especially because Muffet seemed to be acting extra sweet to the waitress. The waitress eventually got to him, asking for his order before stopping herself and apologizing, introducing herself as Rowan and then asking for his order again.

He brought out all the charm he could, and by the end of the conversation he had even coaxed a giggle out of her. It wasn't even much of a giggle, and she quickly stifled it, but he knew in that moment he would do anything to hear her full blown laugh. (In a completely platonic way, dw there is no jealousy. Though perhaps it might go a different way in an au 👀👀👀)

He went home and Sans noticed he was much more upbeat than normal. Usually when he went to Muffet's he was happy but he would go straight for a 5 mile jog to "burn off the sugar", but this time Paps just went into the kitchen to start prepping for dinner, humming merrily.

Eventually Sans pried it out of Paps about the new waitress and how adorable she was, and you just KNOW Sans is a sucker for adorable things so he decided to pay Muffet a visit (though he would definitely get Grillby's after to "atone").

Yeah so uh it took a couple of weeks for him to get around to going to Muffet's, not that he was dreading it, he just takes his sweet time to do something he says he's gonna do.

He steps one foot into Muffet's and curses under his breath.

Because he sees Rowan tentatively confident, making a joke with Muffet as she wiped down a table, and the ensuing giggle had a burst of magic zip through him, apparently so much that Muffet paused in her laughter, her gaze going to him and raising one eyebrow.

(I really just ended up writing a whole thing huh XDDD)

He saw a glimpse of that confident radiance peeking through the walls that seemed to be slowly crumbling and he became resolved to break them down, if just to see what was hiding behind them.

It started with him trying out various comedy routines as she took his order, anything to hear that giggle again (oh my stars she likes *puns*), and it eventually turned to flirting (her blush is *adorable* and he loves it more than anything) which eventually turned to him asking her out. She said yes <3 (obviously lol) and they started going out.

So obviously my boi Sans has some trauma, we hc him here as asexual, but I mean either way being forced to be in constant heat is gonna have some nasty consequences even if you weren't asexual, plus he feels like in other people's eyes he's been reduced to just sex, plus a lot of other stuff that I'm not going to mention bc that's Saph's territory lol (Btw forgot to mention Rowan is panro-ace like me <3 bc self indulgence XDDD)

So having a girlfriend who is also asexual and doesn't *at all* expect sex or even really want it most of the time if at all and who's basically like a best friend but also romantic is just. Exactly what he needs. Their dates are just the cutest and they both understand the other has trauma so when one has days where the "air is heavy" (basically days where it's hard to move or hard to breathe, like the air is too heavy to move through etc) the other is just there for them. ANYWAY they're too cute your honor

So eventually they move in together, think cottagecore and you've got basically Rowan and Oberon's house, they're adorable and their home is so cozy.

There are so many little moments that are just adorable I can't even think of them all but eventually they get married.

I love. Their wedding okay.

Like have you seen that post of a couple that invited their friends to a party they said was a costume party but it was actually their wedding? Yeah that's them. Except the people know it's a wedding, they just can wear whatever the heck the want, the wackier the better. Their wedding is outdoors and full of shenanigans and laughs and I don't quite remember who I had officiate, it might've been Grillby or my friend's sona, but ik Muffet was the maid of honor.

Tho since they shared so many friends it wasn't really a split situation, the wedding parties were all just kind of mixed together. Rowan was barefoot and it was by the edge of a forest so it was very nature-y (Rowan gardens like a LOT I mentioned it like offhand in the last post).

Super super cute.

Now RANDOM TIDBITS

Sans' favourite food is apple pie. Why? Because Rowan smells like apples. (Or it's her scones bc goshDANG they are good).

Rowan's favourite color is the purple of Sans' eyelights.

Sans (with Papyrus' help) builds Rowan a greenhouse with floating pink magic lights and it's the most romantic fricking place ever.

When their relationship is first starting to get serious, they plant a tree together (a Rowan tree aha). (If/when they have kids, the kids would play underneath that tree).

Sans' favourite colour is the red of Rowan's hair (it looks pink in the picture but it's kind of a pinkish red, like a pink lady apple).

Rowan and Papyrus have such a good relationship with each other man. Like when Paps finds out Rowan is drinking **EVERCLEAR** every night he is like absolutely Not you uncultured swine (affectionate) and so he starts up a Wine Night with her. Every Thursday he brings a new wine for them to try while maybe doing a puzzle or just chatting or baking or something. Together they become wine connoisseurs (bro I spelled that right the first time without autocorrect look at me go)

Ok I'm rambling at this point but uh yes <3 you're also free to ask me random questions about these two if you'd like!!!! Thank you so much for the ask Hyper beloved <333333 literally Saph is like almost the whole reason UL Sans is my husband now lol.

#ask #oc #Rowan beloved #UL Sans #Underlust Sans #Sans x OC #x sona??#anywhodles #I love these two okay I live vicariously through Rowan just to get some goshdang cuddles

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wwenhlimagines · 4 years

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Is Someone Moving In?

Finn Balor x Reader Imagine

Finn and I are sat at the dinner table talking as we finish our meal when I decide to finally bring up the topic I have been very nervous to discuss with him. "So I was thinking, how about we do something with your office room?" He quirks his head to on side and asks. "What do you mean?" I start to fidget in my chair before continuing. "Well maybe we can combine our offices to make your office into something else." "What would you want to do with it?" His eyebrows wiggle and he smirks, "a sex dungeon perhaps? You know for when Balor visits." I playfully smack his shoulder and giggle quietly. "No, I was thinking maybe we could make it into another bedroom in case we have someone else living with us soon." His eyes widen and his breathing shortens. "Baby, I love your parents but I don't think I can handle that!" I take his hand in mine to calm him down. "No, someone a bit younger." "My brother?" "No... someone who is related to both of us." "How is that possible...? Oh..." I studied his facial expression before sighing and looking at the ground unable to read how he feels. "If you don't want to, I guess that's okay." Before I can look back up, he grabs my chin and kisses me softly yet with the utmost passion. He leans our foreheads together and smiles, "All you had to do was ask me. I have been wondering if you were ready, but I didn't want to push you. Of course I want to have a mini version of you or me running around."

I smile and feel my eyes water with happiness. Finn smiles as he hugs me and combed his fingers through my hair to calm me down as he does every time I cry. "Sweetheart, why are you crying?" I look up and cradle his face in my hands as I kiss him. "I'm just so happy we are thinking of starting a family. I love you so much Finn." "I love you more Y/N. Now let's get down to business. Shall we start right away or what?" I giggle at my silly man. "Way to be romantic about this babe." He smirks before thinking for a second. "How about we go on a weekend trip? It's been awhile since I've pampered you with a nice hotel room, massage, shopping spree, and room service. We can go tomorrow morning and you'll be pampered all day my princess." I squeal internally and kiss him, "So what are you going to do while I'm being pampered my charming prince?" He squeezes my butt cheekily and smirks. "Getting everything set up for our romantic night." I lean in to kiss him again and he accepts that as a yes before running off to make the reservation.

As I get ready for bed, I hear Finn singing a made up song. "I'm gonna get you pregnant. Yeah we're going to make a baby or maybe two. Oh I'm gonna be a dad and you're gonna be a mom. Ooo, we'll be making love on the balcony and have a great story to tell Finnia" I shake my head before singing back, "You'll be on the couch if you drag me onto the balcony for that and we sure as hell aren't naming our baby Finnia." I hear him laugh as he finishes up the reservations. Just as I crawl into bed, Finn walks into the bedroom. "Are you sure you don't want me right now?" I peek my head up to see him standing by the dresser with one leg up on it, chest puffed out and only boxer briefs on. "I think you need to save your energy for tomorrow Captain Balor." He crawls in behind me and kisses my cheek. "Cheeky lass, you better be ready because sometimes the waves are a bit rough." I blush and turn my head to give him a goodnight kiss and grab his butt. "As long as I get to steer part of the time, I will be fine." He nuzzles up to whisper, "You can always steer my stickshift baby." I shake my head "Goodnight you weirdo." "Goodnight gorgeous. I love you Mrs. Balor." "I love you more." "We'll see about that tomorrow."

The next morning, I woke up and smiled feeling Finn's tight grip around my waist and his breath tickling my neck. I turn around and kiss his lips to wake him up and quickly notice his morning "present". "Good morning beautiful." "Good morning handsome. Let's get ready for our newest adventure." He smiles seeing the excitement on my face knowing that the adventure refers to both the weekend trip and the path to becoming parents. We both get up and dressed before packing our necessities, because let's face it, we won't be leaving the room very often so there won't be much need for clothes. After the car is packed, Finn drives off to pick up some Starbucks coffee and scones for breakfast and then we are off to...where are we going? "Hey babe, where exactly are we going?" "I figured we could just head over to Daytona Beach and stay at a nice quiet beach resort." "Wow you really went all out for this." He shrugs as he turns onto the highway and focuses on the road. "Well what can I say, I want my lady to be happy and remember this weekend throughout the pregnancy as where it all started." I giggle and rest my left hand on his knee. "You mean if I have good memories of you knocking me up I won't be as moody towards you? Sorry babe, but that's not how hormones work." He pouts for a second but quickly cracks a smile. "As long as we stick together, it will all be worth it once we have a baby in our arms." I nod and look out the window smiling thinking about how Finn will be as a father. He will obviously be goofy and considering how protective he is of me I'm sure that will be a factor also. If we have a girl, he will take her to dance lessons and make up cute little dances with her. If we have a boy, well he will probably play legos with him, but he will definitely help him if he wants to wrestle. I must have spaced out for a while because soon enough we are parking and Finn is snapping his fingers in my face trying to get my attention. "What were you thinking about so deeply?" "I was just imagining our little family and how you would be as a father. It looks pretty good from my point of view." He kisses me and then hops out of the car and races around to get my door for me. "Well m'lady, we probably can't check in yet, but your massage appointment is in 45 minutes. So I say we tell the front desk we are here and get directions from them." I intertwine my fingers with his and he smiles down at me before kissing my knuckles. We walk hand in hand inside and the lady at the front desk looks up. "Hello, my name is Sarah. Welcome to the The Shores resort and spa, how may I help you?" "We have a room reservation under Balor and my wife here has a massage appointment in about 45 minutes." She types information into the computer and then looks up, "Are you on your honeymoon? The honeymoon suite is available if you would like to upgrade." I speak up before Finn can answer. "We are not but thank you." "Well you look as if you are still newlyweds with the way you look at each other." Finn puts his arm around my waist and looks at me. "Every single day I fall deeper in love with her and it feels like a dream when I wake up next to her." I kiss him sweetly as Sarah cooes at us before continuing with the computer work. "Well Mr. and Mrs. Balor, your room will not be ready for another 2 hours, but I can show you to the spa in the meantime." Finn nods and grabs my hand again. "Thank you Sarah, please lead the way."

We walk down the hallways and when we enter the spa Sarah goes back to the front desk as Finn and I look around. "So what type of massage did you sign me up for?" "I bought you the whole package, because to me you are the whole package." I blush just like on our first date and kiss him quickly. "That's very sweet of you but you didn't need to do that." "Well I know being pregnant is not always a luxury so I figured I would pamper you all at once to cover for the whole next year." The receptionist for the spa sees us looking around. "Hello welcome to the spa, how may I help you?" "She has an appointment under Mrs. Balor for the whole package." "Ooo...okay well you are a lucky lady." I smile up at my husband. "I sure am." "Well if you are ready to start, we can get you into your room now." I look at Finn and he kisses me letting go of my hands. "Have fun my love and be ready for a magical night. I'll be back for you later." I kiss him back and then follow the receptionist to start my afternoon of pampering.

#finn balor imagine #wwe imagine #finn balor x reader

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luvdsc · 4 years

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first off, that soulmate au abt jaemin was top notch! i loved it so much, i just started reading ur works n they're absolutely amazing 🥺 when i finally caught on to what was going on in the fic, u have to know that my heart began ACHING istg 🗿 secondly, i aspire to be as good of a writer as u are, any tips on how to start off my writing blog?? super sorry to bother u, i just love ur works sm omggg

brb gonna print this out and pin it to my wall, so I can read it whenever I feel sad and instantly feel better because you are the absolute kindest, honey bee, omg thank you so much!!! 😭💘 thank you for enjoying ellipsism and for giving my writing a chance! I don’t write angst as often, so I’m very happy to see that the angst hit its mark :’)

You are so cute omg, I’m positive your writing is already as amazing as you are!!!! 💗 I’m not sure if you want writing tips or tips about how to start a writing blog? So I’ll put a bit of both! And it’s not a bother at all, lovebug, thank you for showering my writing with love 🥺💚 I’ll put the tips below under the cut!

WRITING ;

utilize your own experiences — this is something I do the most with my writing. My blurbs are oftentimes based on things that happened in my life. The reason why I hold tddol so near and dear to my heart the most is because the entire thing is heavily based on my own college shenanigans and each character emcompasses personality traits and quirks of my own irl friends. It makes the fic more believable as well because you can pull from your own emotions and thoughts from that time and put it into words. I gravitate towards college au the most because there’s no research involved when I’m the primary source :)

daydream — sometimes, it’s best to just let your mind wander and conjure up make-believe scenarios at 3 in the morning when it’s quiet and only the moon and stars are awake with you.

draw inspiration from your surroundings and people around you — this might be a little difficult if you’re in quarantine right now, but pay attention to who and what’s going on around you! go to a coffee shop and observe the different people that come and go. is there something going on with the couple sitting the corner or maybe the barista and her obviously favorite regular that she always gives a free scone to? Or maybe there’s something about the cute boy with the maroon beanie who taps away at his laptop, sipping on a hot chocolate. Make up random scenarios and back stories for these people!

dialogue — read what you write for your character’s dialogue and ask yourself, “do people actually speak this way?” People use the same words often in their speech, use contractions, have um’s and ah’s scattered here and there, trail off mid sentence, randomly go from one thought to the next, etc. Make sure the conversation sounds natural and flows well!

detail — detail is something I struggle with writing, but I feel like I’ve improved on it immensely with this little rule I’ve given myself. Each paragraph (?) has to be three to five lines long on a google doc, unless it’s a short dialogue line that I want to pack a punch with. By doing this, I’m making myself stop and think about the surroundings and what’s going on through my character’s mind or what they’re feeling. As the writer, you already know all of this and may not feel the need to write it down, but to a reader who’s unfamiliar with the universe you created, they won’t know any of it at all. So make sure to add in detail!

write when you feel like writing — this is just my personal opinion on this, but my writing comes out infinite times better when I write when I want to and not force myself to word vomit onto google docs. I kinda did that with I Dare You, and it’s actually my least favorite fic I’ve written on here because I’m not satisfied with the forced execution of it. I know some people prefer to set goals for themselves and write 2k a day regardless, which is incredibly awesome and I admire their determination and will power, but that’s not for me. I only write when I feel like it because I want it to be enjoyable and not feel like a job I’m forced to do. Unfortunately, that means I don’t have a set posting schedule, and fics often get scrapped midway when I decide I don’t want to write it anymore.

write what you want to write — I’m a firm believer in this. Indulge in your favorite au’s and tropes! Write a million bff2l stories (like I do lmao) if that’s the trope that makes you happy!!! Don’t worry about the notes, the number of reblogs, the word count, etc. Please don’t force yourself to write something you’re uncomfortable with or dislike for the sake of notes or readers. Your stories are for you first and foremost, so use them to make whatever your heart desires come to life!

STARTING A WRITING BLOG ;

choose a clean blog theme — make sure your blog is easy on the eyes and simple to navigate! You could be putting out god tier writings like Rick Riordan, but there’s a high chance people will give up on reading it if it’s in neon green, comic sans size 7 font on your flashy blog.

create a master list — this goes into the easy to navigate component as well! It’s best to have all the links to your writings and other important info in one post that you can put in your description for others to find.

use tags — I believe it’s only the first five tags that matter, so make it count! for instance, with ellipsism, it’s a jaemin angst, so I used #jaemin angst, #jaemin scenarios, #jaemin imagines, #nct imagines, and #nct scenarios as my first five tags. They’re pretty popular tags that correlate to my fic, and they’ll bring my fic to the attention of new readers!

reblog your fic — people are in all different time zones, so some of your followers might be asleep when you drop a fic and unfortunately miss it. you can queue a reblog of your fic at different time intervals after you posted it, so that your followers who missed it the first time have another chance at seeing it!

open requests / drabble games — i don’t know if this is your cup of tea, but if you’re stumped on what to write or are looking for inspiration, you can open requests/suggestions or hold a drabble game! This also can bring in new readers and allow you to interact with your followers :) but again, please don’t force yourself to write all of them if you don’t want to or if you’re comfortable with a certain request. At the end of the day, you reserve the right to say no to any request.

I hope these were helpful, honey bee, and please feel free to send another ask in if you want me to elaborate on anything or have any more questions! (Or if you just want to talk, that’s a-okay, too!!!) 💓💓

#asks #anonymous #flowers #fic: ellipsism

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kottakitty · 4 years

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Soudam Week Day 4 - Free Day!

So for the free day of Soudam week I’ve updated my Soudam playlist and I’ve done a little write up of why I think they suit these songs!

Playlist can be found here!

and under the cut you’ll find my reasoning for each song!

Atomic - Blondie - I just love this whole songs vibe for them!! It gives me the feeling of a sort of despair romance? As the song has quite a dark feel to it but it has romantic lyrics. I really think if this ship had a sound it would be this song!

Birdhouse in Your Soul - They Might Be Giants - This is a sweet song for them, I feel it is from Soudas perspective as they have a slowly blooming friendship that will turn to more going on, sort of them learning to depend on one and other.

Sensitive Guy - McBusted - This is the most Souda in a relationship song ever… just listen to the lyrics lol poor guy is sensitive and in love ok leave him alone…

Drawing Board - George Ezra - Okay this is for more of the hate/love vibes they can give off!! The song is quite mean but also very funny if you listen to the lyrics, again another one for despair times.

You Make My Dreams Come True - Hall & Oats - I really like to imagine them dancing in the living room of their house together like the dorks they are to this one, for older more domestic Soudam who are still as in love as they were the first time they went on a date.

Fill My Little World - The Feeling - This is a very sweet song, again from Soudas perspective trying to get Gundam to open up a bit. Or you could see it the other way around, having Gundam trying to will Souda away from the trust issues he has.

I Want You - Savage Garden - This song to me is realizing you have feelings for someone that you had never considered having romantic feelings for - the chorus “I want you, I don't know if I need you. But I'd die to find out.” Souda… and Gundam,,, in their separate rooms lying awake having the same thoughts…. Not knowing the other feels the same….. My heart…

Genghis Khan - Miike Snow - This could be both of them having jealous thoughts regarding Sonia, in that, Souda thinks Gundam likes her and is obviously jealous of that, but likewise Gundam thinks that Souda loves Sonia (despite his reasons being fickle) and he is jealous as well. IF ONLY THEY WOULD LEARN TO COMMUNICATE WITH EACH OTHER WOULDN'T THAT BE HELPFUL.

Just Can't Get Enough - Depeche Mode - More of them as a happy couple, this song just gives me such sweet vibes for them, bless!!

Only The Horses - Scissor Sisters - This I just imagine them having their first date or like moment alone together? And just getting completely lost in the realisation that wow… I am in love with this asshole who I hate- yes I hate a lot… but also love.

Arms Tonite - Mother Mother! - Look, no Dangan playlist is complete without a Mother Mother song LOL - this one fits them best for me! Again it has despair vibes which I like a lot, at its core though they are love sick.

Invisible Touch - Genesis - Initially I put this in because of Gundam acting like his skin is poisonous but then I low key really like it as a ship song for them!!

What You Know - Two Door Cinema Club - That whole thing of “you don't want to be alone” i see this as Souda being a bit more forward with his feelings and trying to get Gundam to open his eyes and reciprocate his feelings!!

Peach Scone - Hobo Johnson - look me in the eye and TELL me this isn't Souda trying to confess and getting awkward and tripping over his words and resigning himself to the fact that he has missed his chance.

She's My Collar - Gorillaz - hahaha… Collar… despair soudam,,,, just let that sink in ok thank you :)

Hate Your Guts - McBusted - Another hate/love song!! I just love that about their relationship that they go through a lot of growth to realize that they are very alike and a good match for one and other - They bicker like crazy but the love is there always!

True Love - P!nk - I feel like this song is overused as hell for any ship that has a bickering hate/love relationship but thats bc.. It's perfect for this dynamic!

Love Bites (So Do I) - Halestorm - Please listen to this and think about full on Despair! Soudam - thank you :) I love angst aha

Hatef--k - The Bravery - Oh? You want more Despair! Soudam… well please consider thinking of them and listening to this okay great thank you :))

Electric Twist - A Fine Frenzy - This has been a Soudam song for me for as long as I have been in to this ship! (since the 2nd game came out in Japan basically LOL I was on the translations asap) to me this is very much them working their feelings out for each other, both frustrated and confused but ultimately in love.

Lose It - SWMRS - Winding down the playlist to a slow finish - to me this is a song for them being annoyed because they can't get their minds off of one and other and just wanting to spend all their time together.

Okay that's my Soudam playlist and some small thoughts on the songs and why I put them in there!! Thank you so much for taking the time to listen to this playlist or for reading what I have written here! <3 Have a nice day/night!!

#soudam #soudam week 2020 #soudamweek2020 #souda kazuichi #gundham x kazuichi #kazuichi souda #gundham tanaka #gundham

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fanficnewbie · 4 years

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Sienna Weighs in P7

OPEN HEART: SECOND YEAR - CHAPTER SEVEN

(ETHAN x FEMALE MC)

MC is Dr. Francesca Houseman *This entry takes place after the end of Chapter Seven. (This is a chapter by chapter series…)

Francesca confides in Sienna how she met Ethan’s mother.

PREVIOUS CHAPTERS Chapter 1: MC tells Sienna about her Ethan convo at Donahue’s. Chapter 2: MC and Sienna discuss Ethan’s gym routine. Chapter 3: MC questions how well she really knows Ethan. Chapter 4: MC takes Elijah and Sienna to see Evelyn’s exhibit. Chapter 5: Sienna talks MC through a panic attack over Ethan. Chapter 6: Sienna cheers on MC for standing up to Ethan.

Word Count: 922 Rated: Teen

***

The two women sat alone in the locker room, Sienna silently digested what Francesca has just shared with her. Francesca started to fidget,

“Well, do you think I did the right thing? I didn’t sugar coat it cuz Ethan’s not a ‘sugar coat’ type of guy.”

Sienna took a breath, “Yes...I think you did. I just feel bad for him, maybe if you had shared that she mentioned she was proud of him, it would have softened the blow.”

“Here’s the thing about that. She noticed my badge, knew that’s why I was a doctor. Our badges also say ‘Edenbrook’ on it. She knows that’s where he works but didn’t ask me anything about him or even if I knew him, And then that call. It just all sounded so suspicious and shady. I just don’t trust her.”

Sienna chewed on her lip a bit, “You were in there for a few minutes, you don’t even know her.”

Francesca stood up abruptly and started to pace around the small room, “I have been trained to meet and diagnose someone quickly correctly with limited information. That’s what I did. At least if I’m wrong here, nobody will die. And I didn’t lie to Ethan, I told him what she did. He thinks she’s after his money and after that stunt, it’s not a far-fetched hypothesis.”

Sienna put her hands up, “Okay, okay. You did the right thing.”

Francesca plopped back onto the bench with a sigh. “No, if you don’t agree with me it’s fine. I’m just so confused now. I told Stephanie the truth and she’s at Mass Kenmore with our grant money. So obviously I have no idea what I’m doing.”

Sienna patted Francesca’s leg, “Hun, you’re good. You’re doing the best you know to do for those that you care about.” Sienna’s hand stilled as she went silent.

“What?”

Sienna started to chew her lip again as she weighed something in her mind. “Just, well, do you think Aurora had anything to do with the Mass Kenmore grant? I mean you told us about the situation when we were making scones and then a few days later…”

Francesca shook her head vehemently, “No. There has to be another explanation. It’s just like with Jackie, I made assumptions without the full story. I won’t do the same with Aurora… Wait! Do you think it was her?”

Sienna’s eyes widened, “No! Not at all. I just wanted to be sure that we were on the same page.”

They sat in silence for a few more moments, “I opened the door for Stephanie to go to Mass Kenmore. I really can’t blame anyone but myself.”

“You really need to stop being so hard on yourself. Mass Kenmore offered her more money, unless you called Dr. Carrick yourself and told him exactly how to beat the offer, you have no culpability in this one.”

“I guess I just wanted to have some good news. Between Edenbrook’s financial woes, two patients with permanent disabilities, another patient buying his own kidneys, and Ethan’s shady mother - I was really hoping for a win.”

Sienna cocked her head, “Well, it depends on how you look at it. I count it as a win that Ethan took you with him to see his shady mother. That was a huge dip into his personal life, a decision he could have easily said ‘no’ to. But he didn’t, he took you along and allowed you to have the first interaction with her. Hun, he’s letting you back in.”

Francesca’s face quirked into a smile, “It was a nice moment, especially on the car ride back, there was an...intimacy to it.”

Sienna looked at her watch and stood, “I think you’re closer than you think.”

Francesca stood and started gathering her things, “Well, from your lips to God’s ears because I swear if Ethan doesn’t make a move within the next month, I’m just going to sleep with Bryce.”

“You wouldn’t!!!!”

Francesca clocked the look of horror on Sienna’s face and shrugged, “Why not? It wouldn’t be anything serious, just me finally taking him up on all of his shameless flirting. A girl has needs.”

“No, no no.” Sienna shook her head, emphasizing each word. “First off, Bryce would never go for it. He flirts with you shamelessly because he knows you’re safe. He knows you’re into Ethan and as such, he can get away with it.”

“How does he know?!”

“Elijah may have let it slip but,” she put a hand up to stop Francesca from interjecting, “but, it was no real surprise. Like Jackie, he’s close enough to you to see rather clearly what others may not. More important than that, you don’t want Bryce or anyone else other than Ethan, so stay focused on the real prize.”

Hoisting her bag over her shoulder, Francesca groaned, “I know, I know. I’d never actually cross that line with Bryce. It’s just been so long and as lovely as holding Ethan’s hand is, it’s just not enough.”

Sienna gave her a knowing smile, “Don’t I know it? But life’s best gifts are always the ones worth waiting for.”

Francesca rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath, “Okay, Pollyanna.”

Sienna laughed, “I heard that. But you know I’m right. Was he worth waiting for last year?”

Francesca bit her lip at the memory, “Oh God yes.”

Sienna followed her out of the locker room, “Then he will be again. And just like he broke last year, he will again. A man has needs too. Trust me on this one.”

Chapter 8: Francesca has to the consequences after the baseball game.

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angelsfalling16 · 4 years

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Hiii I love your writing and I'm in LOVE with 5 Times it Doesn't Mean Anything and 1 Time it Does. Thank you for blessing us with that masterpiece. Do you think you could do 9 and 22 for the cliché tropes and prompts? Thank you in advance :)

Hello! I am so glad you like that fic, and I hope you like this one!! :) So, I thought that it might be fun to combine these prompts into one fic, so I hope that’s okay, Nonnie. Also, it’s a little over 2k (might’ve gotten a little carried away...) so I’m putting it under a cut.

9. There’s only one bed and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling

22. You’re my new bodyguard and you’re cute.

***

No one ever comes to Simon's door except for his friends, so when he opens it to find a complete stranger, it comes as a bit of shock.

The man is standing there with his arms behind his back in dress pants and a button up shirt. It looks like what might be considered business casual, but there doesn't seem to be anything casual about the guy.

“Who the hell are you?”

“Is that how you always answer the door?” the guy asks, quirking a perfectly groomed brow.

“No, but you shouldn’t even be able to get in through the gates. So, again, I ask, who the hell are you?”

“Your bodyguard.”

“I don’t need a bodyguard.”

“My employer thinks otherwise.”

“If my father thinks I need protection, why wouldn’t he tell me? How do I know that you’re not just some random guy pretending to be a bodyguard so that you can get close enough to kill me?"

"I am certain that there are much easier ways to kill you. Besides—.”

“Forget it,” Simon interrupts him, not really interested in what he has to say. "Come inside."

He turns and leads Baz through the entryway and into the kitchen where he was just about to eat the scones he baked. Simon doesn’t look at him as he spreads a mound of butter on one, closing his eyes as he takes the first bite.

He finishes that one off and eats two more before he says anything more.

“What is your name?”

“Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch at your service.”

Simon wrinkles his nose.

“What kind of a name is that? Sounds made up."

“It's my name, and I have the birth certificate to prove. If it makes you more comfortable, you may call me Baz if you would like.”

“Not necessary. I am going to call my father and have him ask you to leave. That would make me more comfortable."

“He thought you might say something like that, so he asked me to give you this letter," he says, pulling it from his back pocket.

“Of course, he did because he can’t be bothered to call his own son.”

Simon takes the letter but doesn't read it. It won't change anything, so it looks like he is stuck with this complete stranger following him around.

He spends an hour wandering around his house, straightening things and killing time.

“Are you planning on putting a shirt on any time soon?” Baz asks at one point, and Simon turns to him, surprised at his sudden outburst.

“I’m good. I run hot, so this is more comfortable.”

Baz frowns, but there's something underneath it. Discomfort but also something else that Simon can't quite figure out.

“Why? Do you not like what you see?”

“That is not my job. I am only here to keep you safe.”

“Ugh. You are no fun.”

“That is not my job either.”

Simon groans. “Whatever. I’m going out to meet up with a friend soon. You can stay here. Make yourself at home. I will be sure to tell my father that you were a most unpleasant bodyguard but did your job.”

“I cannot leave your side.”

“My father will never know.”

“I would. And what if something were to happen to you?”

“Nothing has happened to me yet. My father is just being paranoid because he likes to have dealings with bad people.”

“Still, I must stay with you wherever you go.”

Simon sighs. Are all bodyguards like this? Annoying and insistent on saving people’s lives? Why would anyone want to go into business to do something like that?

“Fine, you can come. But you have to give me space. I don’t need my friends thinking that I have a babysitter.”

***

Simon spends the day trying to ditch him, but Baz is very good at what he does. At least he's nice to look at.

Simon meets up with Agatha late in the afternoon in front of a little sandwich shop that they like to frequent. Her blond hair is pulled back into a high ponytail, a few strands hanging loose to frame her face alongside her bangs, and she’s got pink streaks in it today.

She’s got on her combat boots, bringing her almost eyelevel with Simon. It’s paired with black skinny jeans and a white top.

The only jewelry she has adorned herself with today is a bracelet that Simon made her with purple, white, grey, and black thread back in junior high when everyone was learning how to make friendship bracelets. The thread has begun to fray, and she could afford to buy something better, but she still insists on wearing it every day.

They hug as soon as she sees Simon, and she whispers in his ear, “Who’s your stalker?”

“Just some loser I can’t seem to shake. My father sent him.”

“Gross,” she says with a grimace, pulling back but keeping her hands on Simon’s arms. “Want me to help you get away from him?”

“I already tried. It didn’t work.”

“I have a few tricks we could try. Her look is mischievous, and this is exactly why they have been friends since childhood.

Simon considers it for a moment before shaking his head. “It’s not worth it. He’s already practically holding my hand like I'm a child."

“At least he’s good looking.”

“Shut up,” he hisses, nudging her with his elbow. “But yeah, you’re right. If he wasn’t working for my father, I might try to seduce him.”

“Okay, that’s disgusting. I’m done with this conversation. Let’s go get lunch.”

“Great idea. I’m starved.”

***

Fortunately, Baz grabs his own table when they get lunch, and now that Simon is with a friend, he gives him a bit more space, but not enough that it isn’t obvious that he’s following them. He follows them the rest of the day, and they part ways when Agatha says she has plans to meet a friend for dinner.

Simon would usually go home at this point, but just to irritate Baz, he decides to spend the night in a club dancing with strangers and pretending like Baz’s eyes on him for an entirely different reason.

When he’s finally grown bored and a little too tipsy, he stumbles his way over to where Baz has been leering at him.

“You should stop staring at me or people might get the wrong idea, you know.”

“And what idea might that be?

“That you’re interested in me.”

“Maybe that’s my cover." He smirks, and Simon is even more aware of just how attractive he is. "Are you ready to go?”

“Yep. I’m heading straight there, so you can go home now.”

“I won’t be going home. My job is to stick with you day and night.”

“So, you’re moving in with me. Cool. You could have at least bought me dinner first.”

“I will buy you dinner on the way home if we can leave now.”

“Sure. But we aren’t going home.”

“What else could possibly be open this late?”

“A hotel.”

“Excuse me?”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head. Your partner hasn’t got anything to be worried about.”

“I’m not seeing anyone.” Good to know, Simon thinks. “You still haven’t told me why we’re going to a hotel.”

“I’m too drunk to get home, and there’s a nice hotel down the street.”

“I could drive you home.”

“No, thank you. I have to be somewhere early tomorrow morning anyway, so this will be easier.”

Baz sighs. He’s been doing that a lot since meeting Simon this morning.

“Alright, but I’m still driving.”

***

The hotel has only one vacancy, and of course, that room only has one bed. It doesn’t bother Simon too much, but Baz is obviously discomfited by it.

“We can share the bed,” Simon suggests. "It’s plenty big.”

“I’ll just stand guard. I’m not tired.”

“You’ve been chasing me around all day. Of course, you're tired. You need some sleep if you plan to do it all over again tomorrow. Now, shut up and get over here.”

“Your father will fire me if he sees us like that.”

“My father never comes around to check on me. Isn’t that why you’re here?”

“What will your girlfriend think?”

“What girlfriend?”

“The blond you spent half the day with.”

Does Simon detect a hint of jealousy? Surely not.

“She is just a friend, and I doubt she would mind. Now, get over here.”

He purses his lips then sighs. “Fine. Let me go change.”

***

Simon sniggers when he sees Baz's pajamas. They’re dark green and silk, the most proper pajamas he’s ever seen. He didn’t think people actually wore those kinds of things.

Baz glares at him, pressing his lips into a tight line.

“Nice pajamas,” Simon finally manages to say through a laugh.

"Is that what you're wearing?" Baz asks, taking in Simon’s boxers and t-shirt.

Simon shrugs. “You didn't seem to like it when I wasn't wearing a shirt, and we don’t all keep a change of clothes in our car.”

Baz doesn’t make any more comments after that, silently climbing into the bed and scooting as close to the edge as possible. Simon does the same, and it isn’t long before he falls asleep.

***

When Simon’s alarm goes off in the morning, he groans and pulls the blanket up over his head. He doesn’t want to get up. His head hurts, and the sun is far too bright. Maybe he’ll stay in bed all day.

He’s about to reach over and turn off the alarm when something shifts against him, or rather around him.

He pries his eyes open and comes face-to-face with Baz’s silver-grey eyes. It takes him a moment to realize that he and Baz are wrapped up together, their arms holding each other and their legs entangled.

It takes another moment for Baz to jerk away, nearly falling out of the bed in his attempt to get away.

Baz clears his throat, his cheeks heating up as he stares down at the bed. "My apologies, sir."

"Sir?" Simon asks, a little taken aback by the formality.

"This was highly unprofessional of me. I promise it will not happen again."

"Oh, shut it would you?" Simon says, rubbing a hand over his face.

"I'm sorry?"

"I don't care how professional you act. You're hot and in bed with me and all I could think about last night was kissing you. I'm not in the least bit bothered by a bit of cuddling."

"I see. So, is this what you do with all your bodyguards?"

"No, you're my first."

Baz's eyes widen just a fraction and Simon feels his face warm. That isn't quite what he meant.

"Bodyguard I mean. You're my first bodyguard."

"Great and I'm doing a rather shit job of it, aren’t I?"

"I wouldn't say that. My body feels pretty safe right now, but you know what would make it feel even better?"

"What?"

"You," Simon whispers then he grabs a fistful of Baz's silky pajama shit and yanks him back down on the bed.

Baz grunts as he half lands on top of Simon and he pushes himself up on an elbow so that his face is hovering above Simon's.

"Can I kiss you?" It surprises them both when Baz is the one who asks this.

"Yes," Simon breathes.

Baz leans down and captures Simon’s lips in a desperate kiss that has Simon groaning involuntarily. Simon pulls on Baz and shifts his legs so that Baz is now fully lying on top of him his legs resting between Simon's.

Simon starts rubbing Baz’s stomach, and his fingers slip between the buttons of Baz’s shirt sliding over his soft skin.

“Wait,” Bad says, jerking away from him. “I thought you had somewhere to be this morning.”

“I can cancel.”

“I will need to speak to your father, tell him that I can’t keep being your bodyguard.”

"Could we please not talk about my father when we're in bed together? Or ever?"

"But he has to know that I can't work for him. It would be a conflict of interest."

Simon groans. "Seriously. You're ruining this moment."

"Fine. We'll talk about it later."

"We'll see about that," Simon says with a grin. Then he kisses Baz again before he can say anything else.

#asks #anonymous #snowbaz #snowbaz ficlet #i wrote this one in 3rd person #bc i knew that if i wrote it in 1st person it would be even longer #also #i could have gone all in and written an even longer/full fic of this but decided to just do the highlights #which might be why it seems like it jumps over things a bit #i had fun with it though!#ollie rambles in the tags #my writing

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felikatze · 4 years

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(hands in my bad scan with the colors all messed up)

Hello, my name’s Feli and I’m excited to be participating in @khoc-week!

Here you have my two OCs for this week, Hibiki and Ai!

They’re two kids living on Destiny Islands, and the reason they first spawned into existence is my adoration for the Outside PoV. But for that, I needed PoV characters! And with support from @rayjay-ice-cream (who also pretty much finalized their designs through fanart) I got overly attached and developed them into the characters you see now.

There are several things here I want to elaborate on in the coming week, like Hibiki’s “conspiracy theories” or Ai’s part-time job, so I’m excited!

Under the cut you can actually find the scene they were first named in, Chapter 9 of Two Introverts and a Really Weird Cat, which is about Vanitas, in the form of a Flood, causing havoc along with Namine and Repliku on Destiny Islands. Here poking fun at Hibiki, specifically, after previously accidentally ambushing him in the library.

History lessons are boring. Destiny Islands doesn’t even have that much history, Hibiki thinks. Just that stuff about the first settlers fleeing some war. He’d read about that already.

“Though the original hierachy of the Dandelions remains unknown, from this brief letter to a friend we can glean that they were seperated into five factions…,” the teacher drones on and on.

He leans backward in his seat. Why did that matter anyways? Whoever found the islands did so because whatever group they came from sucked. That one book he finished today shed way more light on that. Something about betrayal and distrust which made some people leave across the ocean, and tada! They settled here. That’s it.

With nothing else better to do, his gaze drifts across the classroom. Those two new kids light up over every new fact, delighted to learn everything. That’d be over in a week. Or maybe they’re actually studious. Ignoring the hair, they look identical to Sora and Riku though. Cousins, yeah right. Hibiki won’t press it now, despite that. He’s been in trouble enough.

Speaking of trouble, Repliku stares out the window, as he usually does, with his chin resting on his hand. The other mysterious sibling of local celebrities, Naminé, doodles in her sketchbook, same as usual.

Ai next to him has her face buried in the crook of her arm. She’s not even pretending to be awake. Typical. She’ll ask for his notes later, and he’ll score some pastries from her part-time job in return. Having a friend working at a bakery is awesome, even if she only gets to take the stale pastries home.

Back to looking anywhere but the blackboard, he spots something red on the lattice underneath Naminé’s desk. Or rather, something red spots him.

The thing from the library winks at him, oh geez. Naminé’s in danger. First though, “Hey, Ai, wake up. The thing’s back.”

She rises like the dead. Might as well be nocturnal, that girl, and mumbles “The cat?”

“’s not a cat, screw off. Look, underneath Naminé’s desk.”

Just as Ai finally musters enough energy to turn her head around, the thing closes its ruby-red eyes, therefore rendering it practically invisible.

“I don’t see anything. Maybe you should get more sleep.” Oh, like she’s one to talk. “I’m gonna get more shut-eye.” And she does, head dropping right back to her desk. For a moment, Hibiki considers snitching, a propped up book isn’t exactly inconspicuous cover, but then he won’t get any pastries in exchange for notes. He knows she’s got work today, and they’ve got those scones on Wednesday...

Back to the thing, it’s back. And winking at him again. It knows what it’s doing and he hates it. Shadow creatures are real, this on hates him, specifically. Speaking of, this has to do with Sora’s family for sure. One more mystery to the pile, like where that Ventus guy disappears to after he visits.

“Ven’s favourites are the choco scones, by the way,” says Ai, adding only to the conversation whenever it furthers his misery.

“You’re the only one making your life miserable.” And he said all that out loud. Great.

The thing, creature, whatever’s eyes narrow at the name. This weird creature under Naminé’s desk also hates Ventus specifically, wherever he may be. Doesn’t seem like it’ll eat anyone’s face at the moment, so hopefully it’s safe. If anyone’s dead tomorrow, he’ll know why.

More importantly, “You’re on nickname basis with that guy? How’d you even meet?”

She twirls her hair around her finger. Hibiki has known her long enough to know this is the universal signal that she thinks someone’s being stupid. “Did you seriously forget I work for Sora’s mom. How’d you think I know so much about that family?”

“I kinda assumed you’re omnipotent.” Out of the corner of his eye, the creature waves at him. Whenever Ai deigns to glance at it, it disappears. Life is nothing but suffering.

“Listen, you can’t have met Ventus and not be on nickname basis with him. I swear his name’s not Ventus it’s ‘I’m Ventus! Call me Ven!’” She pitches up her voice as she speaks, and the creature delights at her mockery. There is a backstory here, among the five million others no one ever tells him.

“Okay, whatever. That’s not the weirdest thing. Do you know where he keeps vanishing off to?”

“If you wanna stalk him go do it yourself.”

Stalk? Oh, he would never, it’s just the islands aren’t that big and there really aren’t other settlements, so obviously Hibiki is just concerned-

“Yeah, yeah. Stop sputtering. He’s not homeless at any rate.”

“What about his brother then?” That other blonde one, Ro- something, visited far more often. And his skateboard is really cool.

“Didn’t I tell you he’s dead or something?”

“Roxas’s dead?”

“Roxas? No way. Ven and Roxas aren’t siblings, I said that already.”

“I don’t believe you.” They’re identical.

“I dunno how’d he be twins with someone our age. Ven’s twenty-seven.”

“I’m sorry, Ven’s what?!”

Somebody clears their throat. A second to late, Hibiki realizes that someone is the teacher.

“Hibiki, Ai, would you like to share with the class?”

“No, sir, sorry.”

“Good, now pay attention. This is important history! Many have theorized on the true nature of Lux, but the most widely accepted theory came from a man named….”

And the rest of the class passes without incident, except for that infuriating dark face that’ll likely taunt him in his dreams.

#kh #Feli draws #you can also see hibiki's hair get progressivly messier as i learn how to draw it!#khocweek2020

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suethor · 3 years

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what do you think tommy would be like as a dad to the girls? it feels weird to picture tommy as that dad that really plays when he's with his kids because of the way he is in the show, but then i think about how polly said he used to smile more before the war and IMAGINE IF A LITTLE BIT OF THAT SIDE OF HIM COMES OUT WHEN HE'S WITH HIS KIDS AND TRIXIE. there would be days where he feels he needs to make up for always being busy and joins in on their tea parties/games and spoils them. or imagine him having those corny dad moments where everyone's like ... "cut the cameras 😐 idk who this man is" . yea he probably wouldn't be like that but i just wanted to cry to someone about it

okay honestly i think it WOULD be like that. tommy is obviously extremely protective of his family but trixie forces him to take on more of a coparenting role because of her refusal to retire to the house and care for the kids (obviously she’s There, but she doesn’t give up work entirely). they have a nanny for when they’re both at work, but on nights where trixie’s out late, it’s tommy who reads them to sleep (the oldest likes classic novels or The Bible, and the youngest likes to hear the paper, for whatever reason) and has to play dolls with them until they tire out. he is always a little bit lighter when he’s with the girls at home, because he knows he doesn’t have to work and he just feels kind of safe with trixie, so he does actually smile a bit more

on weekends, trixie allows him to go out and do whatever he wants on saturdays, but sundays are for the family (save for special occasions, like his elaborate murder plots). on sundays, the girls insist on tea with their stuffed animals (a panda named Bella and a tiger named Lovey) as well as their cat (who the oldest named Bug, for no real reason), which tommy is obligated to join them for. they have a table that’s for their size and trixie and tommy end up basically with their knees to their chest trying to fit at it

also tommy loves taking his daughters out of the house—he thinks it’s bad for children not to experience the world, so he brings them to the zoo whenever he has time or to the circus. whenever they go back to birmingham, he sets them free to be menaces on the streets. his youngest also ends up being quite funny and she makes him laugh. a lot as a result—like, he’s always surprised she has such a grown up sense of humor but her commentary is always entertaining, so he brings her to plays/ballets/operas in london to hear her input

(this is a separate note but while the oldest eventually takes over the business, i think the youngest becomes some sort of actress or performer and tommy’s just old but always goes to see her films when they’re playing in the birmingham cinema)

arthur comes over at some point and sees tommy crouched over at the tiny fucking table with a little porcelain teacup in his hand and a felt-made “scone” in the other and tries to make fun of it because tommy’s doing little voices for the girls’ animal friends, but he stands up and flashes his gun real fast and nobody ever makes fun of him for it again (except trixie, who does it with all the love in the world)

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13-reasons-ideas · 4 years

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Finding Peace In Another Part 19

A/N: T/W: Discussion of drug addiction and dating violence. This chapter is coming out a few days early and I’m sorry for the delay, I've been really busy with school. I hope everyone is coping well with the virus and isn't going to stir crazy. Also note that this is a work of free fiction and as such I’m not sticking to exact US immigration protocol. Much love!

A few weeks after my dinner with Scott, things were going well. His suspicions were quelled, Monty and I were good and there were no lingering issues with me hanging out with Scott. Since things had calmed down some, I decided to partake in my new favourite pastime. Recently I started surprising Justin at Monet’s after his shifts.

“Hey Justin, can I get peach tea and a raspberry scone please?”

“Coming right up. Usual table?”

“Depends, do you have leftovers?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see. I’m beginning to think you’re only using me for a baked good fix.”

“Maybe. I do bake as a hobby though, so its definitely more that I like you.”

He laughed as I took my drink and wandered over to the table. I people watched while he finished his shift.

“So, how are things with you?” I asked, casually after he sat down.

“You know, things are going. Clay is kind of oblivious to things, mom and dad are trying to judge what they should and shouldn’t push me on. The usual stuff. You?”

“Yeah. Things are going with me too. Dad still occasionally pops in town for a few days before going to wherever he needs to again. Still acts like I don’t essentially live on my own. I think he’s going to be in town for like two weeks sometime soon so that will be interesting.”

“Oh?” He asked, surprised. “Interesting how?”

I had to be careful how I answered. Man, this hiding our relationship thing is getting hard. “Well, he could decide to actually parent me. I’m an adult though so that could cause problems. May end up being a very silent couple of weeks.”

“Sounds like a trip.” He said, laughing.

“Justin. The last time he was home for any length of time, he told me to go look for a job.”

“Uh, why?”

“I have no idea. I can’t even legally work here. Dad’s work did something with the paperwork or something because I am still in high school. I literally can’t work, even if I wanted to.”

“I know. That makes no sense. Could tell him to send you home really.” He said, jokingly. There was a skepticalness to his tone that seemed to indicate he was nervous for my answer.

“What? No. I have finally finished settling in and have begun to think of Evergreen County as my second home. Alberta will always be my home, but that doesn’t mean I want to move back. I still don’t understand your reluctance for universal healthcare but that’s fine. Technically it hasn’t been long enough to be removed from Alberta Healthcare, but I’m not about to go to the trouble of going all the way home to deal with something that can be dealt with here. Dad haggled and made them give him really good insurance to move here and give up the free healthcare.”

“Okay good. Because we like you and don’t want you to leave.”

We talked about some school stuff for a while before I noticed him start to seem a little restless. I knew about his addiction issues and we talked about it often. “Hey, you still with me Justin?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah. Sorry what were we talking about?”

“Math test, but that’s not important. How are you doing right now?” I asked, subtly referencing the possible cause of his restlessness.

He sighed before answering, “I’m doing okay I guess.”

“Do you want to talk about it? We can go for a walk if you’re not comfortable talking here.”

After a moment he nodded. I got up and went to order us two coffees to go while he waited, trying to organize his thoughts.

“You ready to go?”

“Yeah, let’s go. Your usual?”

I rolled my eyes at him. Obviously.

We left the shop and wandered around a bit before he broke the silence. “It’s just harder than I expected it to be. Even with going to meetings, it’s hard to manage sometimes.”

“I get it. Have you talked to your sponsor at all?”

“I call him every afternoon to check in but that doesn’t mean it’s not hard. And I want to talk to Jess about it, but I don’t want to scare her or push her away. And I want to talk to mom and dad about it but I don’t want them to be mad or….”

“Or what Justin?”

“Or kick me out or something? I don’t know.”

“Well, I’m pretty sure that wouldn’t happen, but I hear you and I understand what you mean.” We sat on a park bench and people watched for a while. “You should tell Jess. Trust me when I tell you she is probably going to figure something out sooner or later.”

He looked at me in surprise, “You…?”

“No, not me. My ex-boyfriend was a prescription drug addict. Percocet was his drug of choice. He was in quasi-recovery, still drank and smoked weed so not actually trying stay sober, when we started dating. It wasn’t pills though so I wasn’t going to push the issue. But as time went on, he started using again and tried to hide it from me. It wasn’t that hard to figure it out. Things got… bad towards the end. Not that you would ever… just. I knew.”

“Oh. I-I didn’t know. Are you like, okay?”

“Yeah. It wasn’t that bad. If we stayed together it would have been worse, but thankfully we ended up breaking up after he went on a bender and I said enough was enough. But we aren’t talking about me, we are talking about you.”

“Do you think she would understand?”

“I think so. It might be hard at first, but I think she will. And she needs to hear it from you, not figure it out on her own like I did or be told by someone else. That will make it easier.”

“And my parents?”

“If you want, I can go with you to talk to them.”

“I think that would be good, yeah.”

“What do you want to do Justin?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, what do you need? Do you need to go to more meetings? Do you need someone to take you to meetings? Do you need to consider going to rehab? What do you need?”

“I don’t know. I know I need help. I just don’t know where to start. Why?”

“Because I want to help you. You’re my friend. And your parents will ask, so maybe thinking about it before you talk to them would be helpful. If not though, I understand. And if you need anything, just call me. Okay? Day or night.”

“Okay, I will. Thanks Becca.”

We chatted randomly for a while again before calling it a night and parting ways.

The next day went smoothly as well. At least until lunch that is. The guys were goofing off as usual and since Scott had seemed to quell his suspicions at least for now, Monty and I didn’t have to walk on eggshells as much around him anymore. Bailey called me about halfway through lunch. It wasn’t unusual for him to call me in the middle of the day, given he had a spare after lunch, but he didn’t usually call and then text and then call again. Odd. I hope everything is okay….

“Someone’s popular? Hot date you forgot about tonight Becca?” Garrison joked. I wasn’t looking at Monty but I knew his eye twitched ever so slightly, as it did whenever someone made a comment like that.

“Uh, yeah sure. Whatever Garrison.” I said, distracted as my phone began to ring again. Something is going on. I answered it at the table rude I know, but I don’t think a bunch of teenage boys care much about table etiquette. “Hey Bailey, what’s up?” I asked.

“Hey so I didn’t want to get involved or get you involved since you aren’t here to defend yourself, but I feel like you need to know. And it’s my problem because you’re my best friend.”

“Need to know what?” I put my hand up to quiet the boys down a bit.

“James has been… saying stuff. About you. And your relationship.”

“Uh okay? Why is that a problem?”

“Because of what he has been saying and what it involves regarding your relationship.”

“What has he been saying Bailey?” I felt my cheeks begin to warm and Monty and Zach’s eyes on me.

“He’s been telling our friends uh… intimate details about your erm… private relationship.”

I laughed in disbelief. That little prick. I took a deep breath to centre myself, though it did little to quell my growing anger. The table grew silent as I started to vibrate, “well Bailey. You tell James that if he keeps running his damn mouth, I will get on the next plane home, find him, and shove my foot so far up his ass he will taste it.” I heard Bryce let out a laugh and glared at him threateningly.

“Okay. Is it wrong that I would pay to watch that? Because that would be great.”

“Bailey.”

“Sorry, just trying to break the tension.”

“Has the little slime ball been saying anything else?”

“I mean, he complains about the end of your relationship, which I don’t like but that’s not unusual.”

“Remind him that I kept my mouth shut about a lot of shit he did, to protect him. And remind him about the little agreement we made when we broke up. I may not live there anymore, but my phone plan has international calling and I am on very good terms with the school resource officer.”

“What agreement Rebecca?”

“The agreement that keeps his dumb ass out of jail for various things that I cannot talk about right now. And certainly not with you.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t have money to bail you out of jail and the exchange rate is terrible right now. That’s why.”

“O-okay then. Talk later?”

“Yeah, I might call tonight but if not, later this week. Depends on my plans for the evening.” I heard a bell on the other end of the line.

“Gotta run, love you Becky.”

“Love you too Bear.”

When I looked up, the table was staring at me, slack jawed. Scott looked the least surprised out of the group, considering he had a little more insight than everyone else regarding my last relationship. “What?”

“What the fuck was that?” Matt asked.

“My ex was talking about shit he shouldn’t have been talking about.”

“Okay we got that much but… what was that?” Zach asked.

“You’re so small. How can such a small person have that kind of anger in them?” Garrison added.

“Could have something to do with people not watching where the hell they walk and stepping on me, or it could have something to do with my tolerance for bullshit getting lower and lower the older I get.”

“But you hang out with us. So, I don’t see how that is possible? That was kind of hot though.” Scott asked.

“No offence, but I’ve met second graders who exude more bullshit than you guys do all put together. Well if I knew that’s all it would take to turn you on Scott, I would have told Bailey to call me during lunch a long time ago.”

“Okay, that’s fair. Hurtful but fair. What can I say, it’s the simple things. Are you going to eat your apple?”

“Depends Scotty. Are you going to take it anyway?”

“I plead the fifth.”

“Uh huh. Since I don’t get a choice anymore, knock yourself out.” I chucked my apple at him, half hoping he would miss. He never did.

Zach and Monty shared a look. Still haven’t grasped subtlety yet I see. “Do you want my carrot sticks Monty? I’m not very hungry.”

“Why?”

“Big breakfast.”

“Right. Sure, not one to say no to free food. Even if they are someone’s leftovers.”

“They aren’t leftovers you meatball. I cut them this morning. I had green beans last night.”

“Do you eat other vegetables Becks?” Monty asked, teasingly, taking a bite of the stick.

“Dude, chew your fucking food.” Bryce chided.

“Why? What is this? Interrogate Rebecca day or something? Eat your damn carrot sticks.”

There was a beat of silence, where the boys sat with perplexed looks on their faces. Zach, bless him, jumped in with some game related question that I tuned out as it went over my head. I’m dating a sports player. I never said I understood any of it. The heat seemed to be off of us again, though I could feel Scott glancing my way every now and then while I tried to brush up on some geometry before math class.

I had full intentions to lessen Scott’s once again raised suspicions, so instead of waiting for Montgomery a minute or two after the lunch bell as usual, I merely waived goodbye to my friends and ran to math. I was the first one there so I pulled out the book I was reading between classes.

“Good book?” Cyrus asked, startling me as he sat down.

“God! You scared me. Yeah, I have read it a few times though.”

“Cool. Did you want to come hang out tonight? Mack is going to Chad’s place to talk boys or something.”

“Maybe, I’ll have to check my schedule.”

“Dad is making baked ziti for dinner. You can have a corner piece.” He bribed.

“A corner piece of ziti you say? Well in that case, my schedule is clear as day.”

“It’s a plan.”

Mr. Daniels started class a few minutes later. Will geometry ever get easier?

I met Cyrus at my locker after school and yelled a goodbye to my friends, who were having an animated discussion about who would in a fight, someone I had never heard of or some other guy I’ve never heard of. There was a chorus of ‘byes’ and grunts of acknowledgement. We parted ways and met again at his house.

“Hey Andrew.” I greeted his dad.

“Hey kids. How was school?”

“It was school dad. The establishment and crap.”

“I see you had a good day Cyrus.”

“At Liberty? Sure.”

“I had a pretty good day. I told my friend at home to tell my ex where he can stick his opinion. Do you need help with anything?”

“No, that’s okay thanks though Becca.”

“Oh this I need to hear.” Cyrus said, grabbing a Coke from the fridge.

“Pass me a Diet and I’ll tell you.” After opening my drink, I told the father and son the story of the lunch phone call.

His dad raised his brow and muttered something about punk ass little shits who don’t know their cocks from their feet.

“That is awesome dude. You should have told him to Facetime you when he told this James dickwad.”

“That would require me seeing the asshat’s stupid face. So no sadly.”

“Fair point. We are going to my room to do some homework Dad. Call when dinner is ready? I bribed her with a corner piece so save one for her.”

“For sure kids. Have fun.”

With that, we ran off to his room, but we didn’t work on the non-existent homework. Instead, we went through his records and Spotify account and argued about which to play. “Just go to a radio if it’s going to be an issue Cyrus.”

“No no. You’re my guest, you choose.”

“I already chose and you said no.”

“Fine. Defy it is. You’re lucky I like you.”

“Mhmm. Just play the damn album Cy.”

He laughed as he hit play and the sounds of Of Mice & Men filled the room.

“You better not have been lying about the corner piece man.”

“Lie to you about dad’s cooking? I would never.”

“Right. And I’m the Queen of England.”

We joked around for a while before dinner. Andrew called us down later and as promised, I had my crispy corner slice of ziti.

“Thank God it’s Friday. I want this week to be over. Thank you for dinner again.”

“Everything okay Becca? It’s no problem.” Andrew asked.

“Yeah, it’s just been busy. Lots of assignments and stuff.” Too much work and not enough boyfriend time.

“Well you have the weekend to relax at least.” Cyrus pointed out, waving his fork.

“If you don’t stop that, you’ll poke your eye out one of these days. Are you going to the game next Saturday, Cyrus?” “Maybe. Not really my scene.”

“Oh come on, it’ll be fun. We can not care about the sport together. It’s high school. You only go once.”

“Fine, but you are buying me popcorn.”

“Deal.” I said and shook his hand.

Andrew made sure to send me home with leftovers and a standing invitation to come for dinner any time at the end of the night.

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