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nako-doodles · 3 years

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check in tag 😌

tagged by the cutest babes @jaehyukkies @gimbapchefs @taesjpg @joenns @honsool @taehyungq @himbojin @jiminswn & @kimtaegis mwah! ✨✨

1. Why did you choose your url?

namjoon bought a duck mold, ventured out into a snowy day in winter, and gave me the greatest tweet i have ever seen

2. Any sideblogs? If you have them name them and why you have them

the day i gain the ability to wrangle more than one blog ill let yall know

3. How long have you’ve been on tumblr?

*starts calculating time furiously and almost burns out her single braincell* ive been here since like freshman year high school.....so............2010? 2011? ive deleted and restarted like 3 times tho so.........also you can calculate my exact age now (as if I dont have my age on my carrd aiowgjiorajgo)

4. Do you have a queue tag?

no we dont tag we just chaos in this house *finger guns*

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

i took a break from tumblr and kpop and then decided I wanted to make a bts blog out of the blue

6. Why did you choose your icon?

i drew all these tiny snow ducks i might as well capitalize on them yknow? really embrace my duck persona (Kim Namjoon witness the person you have made me)

7. Why did you choose your header?

honestly my entire blog brand at this point can be narrowed down to the hour ish (probably) joon spent wrangling snow into duck molds, placing them together for the twt, and captioning them ducktan sonyeondan (im on the look out for new ideas im ready for a change lmk if you have ideas 🥰)

8. What’s your post with the most notes?

i think its this post?? of the babies on rollerblades from that one iconic dynamite stage. and on that note tumblr should be able to let me filter based on note count instead of forcing me to rely one my shoddy terrible no good math skills. asking me to compare numbers bigger than 0? despicable.

9. How many mutuals do you have?

absolutely no fucking clue 🥰🥰🥰 i do love them to the moon (Kim Seokjin) and back tho!!!!

10. How many followers do you have?

ngl its still wild for me that even one of yall follow me thank you 🥺🥺🥺 its a great honor that you have bestowed upon me

11. How many people do you follow?

303 bc I like it when numbers are palindromes and also bc im bad at checking new blogs

12. Have you ever made a shitpost?

would like you to direct you to my #shirley you cant be serious.txt tag

13. How often do you use tumblr each day?

i try my best to “clean out” my blog (reply to my dms/askbbox, check out my mentions, scroll for new content i may have missed etc.) in the mornings and evenings when i have the time. ive been kinda bad at this lately bc its been hectic here in shirley headquarters but ill get to everyone soon I promise!! (this sounds like bad. its not!!! its just that leaving things stresses me out? like how i like replying to texts as soon as i see them or reply emails as fast as i can. ‘unresolved’ correspondence feels rude.)

14. Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? Who won?

no im the type to unfollow/block/ignore if someone did or said something i dont agree with without a word

15. How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

i get the need for those signal boost posts and promulgating important information but (and this is going to sound selfish) tumblr is my destress zone. i go here when the world is being overwhelming and terrible. i certainly read and educate myself as much as my mental health will let me, and i try my best to promote information and donate whenever i can, but i feel like social media has caused some people here to be too into canceling, managing, and being performative in their ‘wokeness.’ like you HAVE to have a blackout pic on instagram and you HAVE to reblog all these posts and you HAVE to immediately cancel everyone who has ever made a mistake EVER with no nuance or context (or dare i say......humanity). like fighting for human rights and speaking up again racism and bringing attention to societal problems is just a checklist to go down instead of being things you should understand and try to improve? like being ‘unproblematic’ starts and ends with mindlessly reblogging ‘woke’ content. idk sorry for going on a rant. going back to your regularly scheduled lighthearted content in 3...2...1

16. Do you like tag games?

ABSOLUTELY TAG ME IN EVERYTHING PLS AND THANK MWAH

17. Do you like ask games?

ofc!!! i used to do a lot of ask games back in the day but work and the pixel art ive been working on has been eating up all my extra time (and i always feel bad if I leave asks unanswered for too long see: q. 13) i do have that clover moots post saved for when my mental health is up and i have the time to tho!!!!

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

ngl the idea of being tumblr famous is hilarious to me bc it usually just the same 10 moots who share a braincell bouncing posts back and forth each other, but i do think all my moots are superstars that even class o super giants millions of millions of miles away are turning green w envy 🥰🥰🥰

19. Do I have a crush on a mutual?

i have a confession i have to make........i have a big phat standing crush on all my moots........its really embarassing............thats its bigger than even tae’s tush or joon’s tits..................pls let me down gently if you dont feel the same................

tagging: @cafejoon @stargazingjin @yoobijin @jinbestboy @jintae @jinv @taemaknae @butterful & anyone who wants to ✨✨

#fun fact! class o stars are the brightest stars in the universe and usually burn blue. BBUT in jpn and chn green and blue are the same #which is a big problem when describing color w my parents bc my def of colors is very different from both sets of parents #like I would say 'mom can I have that gray shirt? and she would be confused until I show her and she would go 'oh the blue one!'#or I tell me dad I wanted the pink mug and he would go 'nah bro thats not pink (粉红)thats peach red (桃红) and im like....but theyre the same #this gets even MORE confusing bc in old chinese and japanese the character for blue/green (青) is also used to refer to black #anyways long rant is that languages differentiate colors differently and the only reason we say rainbows have 7 colors #is bc 7 was thought to be a heavenly number (the greeks thought there were 7 bodies in the sky) which is also why a week is 7 days #and that languages develop names for black and white #then the warning colors of red and green #before moving on to the more nuanced colors #anyways tae I love you for your galaxy brain #bangtan has 7 members bc theyre all heavenly bodies #thats it thats where I wanted to go #is this what vsauce feels like #thank you for tagging me darlings!!!!!!#hash tag games

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garbagevanfleet · 3 years

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Brightest Blue (series)

PART THIRTEEN

Pairing: Josh x reader Warnings: light sexual content, feelings Summary: Things are changing. New state. New school. New roommate. You just pray things are going to click into place.

Notes: SURPRISE! My depressed ass is back and I missed fawning over this fic. Thank you to everyone that stuck around. I love you guys.

Big thanks to my girlfriend and beta, @lantern-inthenight <3

taglist: @valleyd0ll @satingrass-maidensfair @guitarfingers @thebohemianpenguin @peaceisouranthem @oblvions @hansonobsessed @myownparadise96 @anditsmywholeheart @kill-fear-the-power-of-lies @bigblack-catattack

MASTERPOST

When you woke the next morning, it was to the sound of a muffled melody. The room was cast in a fiery orange glow as the rising sun peeked in through the window. You sat up in bed, straining your ears to listen.

Noticeably missing, was Josh - the side of the bed he had been sleeping on was turned down, but you placed your hand on the sheets to find them cold.

The chill on the hardwood made your toes curl as you padded across it, first to your bedroom to pull on a pair of sweatpants, and then back to Josh’s room to slip one of his sweatshirts over your bare chest.

Once you were no longer naked, and a little more awake, you quickly figured out that the music was coming from under the closed bathroom door, and you stopped in front of it to have a listen.

The sound of Josh’s voice carried well into the hall, though he was keeping it quiet, probably for your benefit.

You placed your fingers over your mouth absently as you listened to the notes rise to a lovely height and then dip down again. You couldn’t quite make out the words, but you didn’t need to.

It shocked you enough to make you flinch when he opened the bathroom door abruptly - you had figured he was just taking a pause in the song.

When he spotted you, he jumped back, letting a curse fall from his lips. “God, I didn’t think you’d be awake yet - you almost gave me a heart attack,” he blurted through an exasperated smile.

“I’ve never heard you sing before,” you said, just above a whisper in the quiet space. “Your voice is so lovely.”

He looked you up and down for a second, his face turning peachy. “I haven’t wanted to for a while. Outside of school, anyway.”

You let a smile find your lips at the implication of his words, and it fell silent between you again. He was standing, posture unsure as he, undoubtedly, tried to gauge whether everything was still okay after last night.

The temptation to touch him was too much, especially once you realized he probably needed all the reassurance you could give. His skin was warm as you reached out and ran your fingertips lightly over the pink skin on his cheek. He careened into your touch, turning his head just enough to press a kiss into the meaty part of your thumb. The gesture made your chest feel tight.

“Come back to bed,” you suggested through a whisper and watched him suck his bottom lip into his mouth, teeth visibly pressing into the plush skin.

“I can’t,” he replied breathily as you took his chin between your thumb and forefinger. “I don’t have the time.”

You nodded back at him with a teasing smile. “Sure you do.”

“Don’t tempt me, babe,” he pleaded from low in his chest. “I have a show at noon.”

You breathed a laugh, threading your fingers through his hair. “Call me that again,” you said against his ear. It was you dragging your teeth over his earring that made him groan.

“Please - for the love of god - keep this energy for when I get back tonight.”

You hummed, pressing a kiss to the peak of his cheekbone. “Okay. Can I help?”

“Oh, yeah, for sure. Just wait for me here - it’ll probably help save time if you’re naked ahead of time-”

You smacked his shoulder, pulling a delighted laugh from his chest - always excited to say something stupid. “With the show.”

“If you’d like to, I’d love to have you. But you’re going to have to hustle and get dressed,” he instructed.

You scoffed. “Not the noon show-” You turned back towards his room and looked back over your shoulder. “No, right now I’m going back to bed.”

+++

You hadn’t put any thought at all into what you’d wear for the other two shows you’d be attending - you knew you could recycle the dress once on Sunday if you paired it with something else, but for Saturday evening’s show, you were stuck crawling to the only other person you knew whose clothes would fit you.

This time when you approached Kate’s house, you had come prepared with a milk-bone, which was good, because it was her huge dog that greeted you. When he stood up on his hind legs, he was able to look directly into your eyes through the glass on the door, his tail wagging.

You watched Kate round the corner into the entrance hall, wearing a knee-length black robe, the silk shining as she moved in the sunlight. She gave you a puzzled look, cracking the door.

“Sorry to show up unannounced,” you said with an insincere smile. “Can I give your dog a treat?”

She laughed at you, opening the door the whole way and letting you slip in.

“I’m going to assume that you’re not just here to make Yeti fat.” Her voice sounded a bit too knowing for your taste.

“You’re right! I’m also here to raid your closet, if you’ll let me,” you replied. “I need an outfit for the show tonight.”

She started down the hall and towards her room, ushering for you to follow. “You’re going again?”

You nodded, though she wasn’t looking directly at you. “Yeah, of course.”

When you got into her room, you sat on her bed, and you absolutely wouldn’t have noticed Jake if Yeti hadn’t instantly trotted over to him to sit by his feet. He was sitting at a little circular cafe-style table in the corner of her room, a mug of something hot in front of him.

You glanced over at him and were met with a cheeky little smirk.

“You - uh. Yeah, I’m going to help with the show tonight,” you said after you decided you weren’t ready to address that situation yet.

“Ah,” she started, and though she was facing away from you into the closet, you could hear a matching smirk through her voice. “I really only have clothes that match my style, which I would define as ‘mildly tramp’.”

You hummed contemplatively. “Let’s start with the most professional ensemble and then work our way back. Maybe something you’d wear to a wedding?”

“You don’t want something I’d wear to a wedding,” she teased but pulled out a few garments all the same.

“So, uhm. Am I interrupting something?” you finally chanced, sneaking a glance back at Jake.

“Not at all,” Kate replied, unhelpfully. “Now go try some of these on and tell me what you think.”

In the end, the only thing she owned that you deemed acceptable - and also even remotely your style was a thigh-length, black dress - form-fitting.

You stared at it dubiously in the mirror.

You’d have to put a coat over it, but you thought you could make it work.

“Are we going to talk?” Kate asked, a little smirk playing on her lips as she held her nails out to inspect them. They were unpainted but perfectly manicured.

You chanced a glance over at Jake - who was now sitting on the floor with Yeti nearly in his lap. He was working his fingers through the thick, white fur as he met your eyes.

“Yeah, let’s talk about it,” he agreed, flashing you his teeth.

Luckily enough, you found the moment more humorous than embarrassing, so you just scratched absentmindedly at the back of your neck.

“Well,” you started and then paused as you tried to figure out how much was appropriate to disclose. “I’m going to his show again tonight. And tomorrow.”

Kate huffed, feigning impatience. “Yeah, okay, but that doesn’t tell me anything because you’d do that anyway.”

You gave her a playful shrug. “That’s all I got for you right now. But I’ll tell you all about it when I’ve processed everything.”

“Ooh, shit. That sounds juicy.” Her eyes lit up as she spoke, making you chuckle. You turned your attention to Jake again then.

“And I’m sure you’ll hear all about it,” You flicked your eyes back over to Kate in an accusatory look. “One way or another.”

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That night you sat in the audience alone - well, not alone, but without Kate or Jake. Most of the seats were filled again, at least partially with faces you remembered seeing the night before.

The show was just as fun and entertaining as the last, except this time, when Josh walked out onto the stage at the end, he met your eyes for a moment, letting them linger before tugging a couple of his kids into a side hug and smiling wide for all the parents.

As soon as most people had dissipated, he met you at your seat, but before he could even open his mouth to greet you, a parent of one of the kids was shaking his hand. The dad poured his praises, thanking Josh for working with his daughter - you guessed maybe it was Alice, but you had nothing to base that guess on. Josh handled it effortlessly, charming as ever.

By the time the parent had left you, you and Josh were some of the last people still lingering.

“I’ve gotta grab my stuff backstage,” he informed you, tiling his jaw up in that general direction. “Wanna come?”

With a smile, you nodded an agreement and let him offer you a hand as you made your way out of the tight seats.

Backstage was infinitely more chaotic than it was when you’d last seen it. Set pieces were strewn about - not unorganized, but everywhere. You had to weave through them to get to where his backpack was propped against a folding table, costume accessories spilling off the surface of it.

“Do you want me to help clean up back here?” you asked, eyeing the messes. He hummed through a smile.

“Nah, I’ve got a system,” he informed you, and then after you gave him a doubtful look, he added, “Seriously. And until you’re directing a cast of children in a play that you produced, I don’t want to hear your objections.”

His teasing tone made you bite back a grin. “It’s amazing - really. I’m just offering my help.”

The backpack looked heavy as he slung it over his shoulder, holding the strap across his chest with both hands. “Then take me home,” he requested playfully, flicking his eyes to the back exit.

“Happily.”

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On Sunday, after the very last matinee show, you spent an hour helping him sort all the costumes - every tiny piece in a garment bag and labeled accordingly. The rest, he insisted, he would work on during school hours the following day.

You suddenly wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a hug, resting your temple on his shoulder and taking a moment to relish in the fact that you’d taken him by surprise.

“I want to take you out tonight - a congratulations of sorts,” you said as you leaned back far enough to see his cheeks flush a flattering peachy color.

“Really?”

“Only if you want to.” You paired your sentence with a casual shrug.

He flashed you a pleased smile. “Of course I want to. I’d love that,” he agreed.

You let him pick the place, and in the end, he landed on a hole-in-the-wall diner that he swore was the absolute best place to get pancakes in the middle of the night. Even though it was close to nine, you both sipped on coffee as you waited for your order.

“I can’t believe it’s over,” he said as you watched his fingers idly rub across the ceramic mug in his hands. “There was so much lead-up and drama that it feels weird for it all to be behind me.”

“It was really incredible, Josh. I honestly can’t believe that you pulled it off with all that went wrong.”

He looked up at you through his fan of lashes. He looked tired, but not uncomfortably so - just enough that you knew he worked his ass off.

“We pulled it off. I could have never done it without you,” he stated, charmingly earnest as always.

You huffed a humorless laugh. “That’s not true - If I hadn’t moved in, you’d never have lost your assistant in the first place.”

His expression melted away until his face was blank. “I-”

He paused, visibly trying to figure out how he wanted to word the next line out of his mouth. “That wasn’t your fault. I didn’t really know what was happening until it was too late to change it.”

“I know, I just. I’m happy that it ended up this way, I just wish it hadn’t almost derailed your whole production.” You could feel your features slip into something mournful, making him frown.

He was quiet for a moment before speaking again. “How do you even know about that?”

You hummed. “Kate told me. Jake told her.”

He glared off into the distance, but on him, the look was completely unthreatening. It was so out of place that it made you giggle.

“I’m not sure I like how close they are,” he grumbled through a smile he couldn’t hold back.

“Yeah, I hear you. I went to her house this morning to rummage for this dress-”

He cut you off, eyes raking over your form. “You look amazing, by the way.”

You gave him a pointed look and a little eye roll, though you had to admit you were flattered.

“Yes, well, Jake was at her house this morning. Petting her dog.”

His eyebrows lifted, lashes blinking a few times in surprise. After a moment, he cleared his throat and spoke again. “Well. I suppose you got what you wanted then, right?”

The irritation that was evident on your features was unwarranted - you knew that in your heart, but it didn’t stop you from letting out a childish huff.

“Yeah, but I didn’t think you and I would be-”

You cut yourself off just as his eyes flicked up at you over the rim of his mug.

“You and I would be what?” he asked coyly. You took a moment to admire the fact that his cheeks and the bridge of his nose were still a bit tanned despite it now being well into winter. A little like a bronze statue.

“I didn’t think you and I would be...a thing,” you finished simply, keeping your tone light.

He quirked an eyebrow at you, all too suspicious for your liking. “No?”

A puzzled look flashed across your face. “No,” you agreed. “Why? What does that mean?”

He took a too-long sip of coffee, holding your eyes just to fuck with you - you were sure. He cheekily bit his bottom lip as he figured out how to word what he wanted to say. “Nothing really,” he assured, though you were unconvinced.

You were going to press the topic further, but your thought was cut short when the server showed up with a tray of your food and another carafe of hot coffee. He made light conversation with Josh as he filled both of your mugs near to the brim, and you watched the steam rise off of it as you pondered which flavored syrup you’d drown your pancakes in.

The sound of the little metal cup of creamer being slid across the tabletop toward you got your attention, and your eyes lingered on Josh’s hand as his fingers brushed past yours.

“Cream, babe?” he inquired, though he was well aware of exactly how you took your coffee.

Your heart skipped a beat as you processed what he’d said. That was the second time he’d called you that in the months you’d known him, and it had the same effect on you this time that it had the last time. You met his eyes, catching his fingers with yours for just a brief second, forcing a mischievous smile to his lips.

You poured a bit of cream into your coffee and stirred it until it was a medium brown.

“You can’t help yourself, can you?” you asked fondly and watched him bite his bottom lip absently to try and keep his smile from stretching into a grin.

“Help myself from what?” His tone was cheeky, informing you that he knew exactly what you were talking about. It was evident that the two of you were playing a game now - something light and coy. You paused to take a bite or two of your food, happy enough to leave him in suspense for a moment longer.

“Calling me that.”

He hummed, low in his throat. “Is that not alright?”

“Doesn’t it seem a bit out of place?” You watched as he reached across the table to stab at a piece of your pancake, bringing it to his mouth and chewing it before giving his answer.

“Why would it? Are we not on a date right now?”

A look of genuine shock flashed across your features. Not caring how rude it was, you asked through a mouth full of food, “Are we?”

There was a long pause in the conversation as he ate, and you wondered for a moment if you had upset him until he looked back up at you. He was biting back a smile as he leaned back in his seat.

“Back before the musical, you were complaining about the cold - do you remember?”

You frowned in concentration as you searched your brain. “Which time? I pretty frequently complain about the temperature here.”

He breathed a laugh. “Yeah, you do. I thought you were going to freeze to death at first. But there was something you said that glued itself to my frontal lobe.”

You gave him a questioning look, prompting him to continue.

“You said, ‘if we move away from here, can we move somewhere warm?’.” He just held your eyes for a moment as your heart beat suddenly inched toward erratic. “We.”

You took a deep breath, suddenly feeling a little jittery and took another bite of pancake before you could say something truly stupid.

After a moment of silence to let you process, he spoke again. “So, I think maybe you knew we would end up being a ‘thing’, right?”

“I don’t know a whole lot, Josh,” you admitted, reaching out and placing your hand on his and lightly running your fingers over his skin. “But, I do know that since the moment I met you, I wanted to be close with you. You’re magnetic. I truly think you could have anyone you wanted if they listened to you talk - just once.”

Despite having been the one to start the whole conversation, a peachy pink tint surfaced across his cheeks and nose at the compliment.

Clearly not interested in continuing such an intimate conversation at a busy diner, he placed his palm flat on the table and asked, “Are you ready to get out of here? I think if I drink any more coffee my heart might give out.”

“You could just switch to decaf,” you suggested, smirking at him as he squinted back at you like you had personally insulted him.

He stood and leaned across the table until his face was only six inches or so from yours. “I’d rather die, thank you.”

#brightest blue fic #Greta Van Fleet #greta van fleet fic #greta van fleet fan fiction #josh x reader #joshxreader #josh kiszka

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miyacchis · 3 years

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Notes from a Con Man - Musical Great Pretender Stage Report Act 1

This is a bit extremely rambly, but I want to give some description of the distinguishing features of the staged version of Great Pretender as compared to the anime, although my plan is not to give a complete recap of the plot, as I’m sure anyone who is choosing to read this has watched the anime - or so I assume, but you know you do you. I try to control myself and keep it just to what is relevant, but I’m also a wordy bitch and that will never change, so, reader beware, I guess.

The stage is set up with three levels (the stage level, the second floor, and the third floor where the band is). Both the stage level and second floor have a couple of rooms that can be pulled out or opened, and backgrounds are projected onto the set to create different settings. With the exception of the opening theme, which is taken from the anime, all of the music is live, and there’s very good interplay between the band and the performers, and I don’t know if I’d ever been to another show that felt so vibrant/alive/idk?

First, the biggest change made for the sake of clear storytelling on the stage is the addition of a framing device: the plot is conveyed to the audience through Edamura’s (Miyata Toshiya) narration as he tells his story to a prosecutor after the events of LA Connection. The play opens where LA Connection ends with Edamura being questioned at a police station, where it’s clear that he has been attempting for hours to convince detectives to believe the team-confidence-wild-and-wacky-adventures ™ explanation as to how he came to be in possession of a bag stuffed with foreign currency. Detectives are fed up with him and ready to go berniewiththesteelchair.jpeg on his ass. Enter Kitaoji (Kato Ryo), an elite prosecutor who seems to be on track to become attorney general, although it is unclear to those at the police station why he would take interest in Edamura’s case.

Edamura is initially reluctant to open up to Kitaoji (Kato Ryo), certain that he won’t be believed, but after Kitaoji quotes from Shakunetsu (side note: I had no idea that in English Shakunetsu was turned into Die Hot which is an absolutely incredible pun and I really commend the translator), Edamura thinks Kitaoji might be just the person to believe him and help him to make amends to all those he had harmed through his life of fraud. Kitaoji encourages Edamura to start at the beginning and goes to eat a piece of candy, prompting Edamura to question, “What would you do if this simple piece of candy was sold for $5 million?” at which point he begins telling his story, transporting us first to a club in Hollywood where we are introduced to the plot with Sakura Magic and, more importantly, Laurent (Miya Rurika, goddess, dressed devastatingly in green), who is identified in quick succession as a French trader, an arrogant Don Juan, and the “bastard who got me into this mess.”

Edamura bumbles through Laurent’s plot to build hype and clinch a deal with Cassano (Otani Ryosuke) by having Abby (Yamamoto Chihiro) “test” the “drug,” while giving small asides to Kitaoji to explain the main players and reveal to him that this is all a con job, but when Edamura is called to sign the contract to supply Cassano with the drug for $5 million, he flips out, pulls Salazar’s (Mikami Ichiro) gun, and flees the club, without the excuse of believing that he had taken drugs as he did in the anime. It is also not at this point that Edamura makes the connection between Laurent and Kudo and realizes that he’s been set up (Miyata!Edamura is overall a bit less perceptive than Kobayashi!Edamura, as we shall see, although I think this was a function of simplifying aspects of the characters’ interactions for the sake of clarity for the stage).

Kitaoji pops in and out of the story from this point, donning different costumes (an unhoused person, Toyotomi Hideyoshi, Razzie from the Shakunetsu series, etc.) to illustrate different aspects of the main characters’ conversations, and he serves as a way to get into Edamame’s head, allowing him to express what he is thinking and feeling as events in the story play out. It is in the metanarrative that we get some of these more comedic scenes, as well as additional insight into Edamura’s character as he grapples with his own identity as a scam artist and the son of a child trafficker.

After escaping Cassano’s henchmen outside the club, Edamura rejoins Kitaoji to ask if he’s following the story so far, which of course he is not (lol), so Edamura dives into how he met Laurent and came to be in LA. From here we flashback three days, joining Edamura and Kudo (Fukumoto Shinichi) in Asakusa as they spy Laurent as a potential mark. Edamura pulls the wallet-switch trick, and this scene generally follows the anime, although parts, such as the scenes showing Edamura selling water filters and Edamura and Kudo being raided by what seems to be the police, have been cut. After realizing that Laurent pickpocketed him and saw through his grift, Edamura quickly follows and catches him as he is about to depart in a cab to the airport. Just a moment to talk about this cab because it was such a cute, clever idea; it was really just a little push car driven by one of the supporting cast, and it can be disconnected in the middle, so as the driver pulls off, the back seat can be left behind, allowing the audience to watch Laurent and Edamura’s conversation as they are taken to the airport.

Similarly to the anime, the successive scenes are nominally delivered in English, so Edamura switches to a dialect of Japanese to represent his accented English, which I mention only because Miyata discussed Edamura’s code switching with Kobayashi (Edamura’s Japanese voice actor) in an interview in vol. 51 of Stage Square and how he was concerned that he might confuse Standard Japanese and the dialect during scenes where he has to go back and forth quickly. Kobayashi reassured him that as he got into the character of Edamura Miyata would naturally fall into dialect whenever speaking to Laurent and Abby, and I’m very biased, buuuttttt throughout the run of the show, Miyata performed this beautifully, and as someone who for several years lived in the Tohoku region, the dialect of which Edamura’s accent reminded me of, his accent made me really nostalgic.

Anywayyyyyy

After Laurent and Edamura bet on the outcome of Laurent’s upcoming “business negotiations” and it’s agreed that they will travel to LA together, the opening theme plays, the main cast is introduced, with Edamura running up and down the set to give a sense of action, the title in massive letters is lowered onto the stage, and we rejoin the main plot with Edamura trying to elude Cassano’s gang on the streets of LA by hiding behind the title. The supporting cast gives us some great background color as like random people in LA, like we’ve got some girls with Starbucks cups, some people breakdancing while simultaneously mugging a Dodgers fan, a skateboarder shouting “STREET”...for some reason. Perfect encapsulation of America *chef’s kiss*

Laurent finds Edamura and tells him to come home because he’s a good boy (😳), and Edamura is then introduced to Abby who, just as in the anime, kicks and knocks him out, after which they collect him and take him to an upscale hotel where Cynthia/Paula Dickens (Senna Ayase) is performing as a jazz singer. Laurent greets her briefly, but we don’t properly get introduced to her character until a later, very frustrating scene, but I’m not going to get started on that yet (it’s not her that’s frustrating, but it’s how they chose to have her and Edamura meet, but anyway we’ll get there). She sings “Summertime,” and it’s a lovely performance; all of her acting choices are very clearly informed by her experience in Takarazuka - she has these really dynamic, almost over-the-top movements and she uses that to her advantage to be one of the more comedic actors - and it’s really entertaining to watch.

Laurent orders them drinks; Edamura has something pink in a little martini glass, and he splutters when he tries to take a sip because he can’t handle his alcohol, which makes Laurent laugh, giving a lot of credence to Laurent’s statement soon after that he derives a lot of pleasure out of toying with naive boys like Edamura who pretend to be tougher than they really are. There’s also some funny adlib with Abby at this point where she gets brought different plates of food like fake fruit on one day and a tower of donuts on another. Laurent explains who Cassano is and the plan to defraud him and gives Edamura a notebook with a fabricated recipe for Sakura Magic, so the notebook is not part of what Edamura prepares himself when he goes later to get himself captured by Cassano to negotiate with him. Edamura has a couple of outbursts accusing Laurent and Abby of putting on airs, pretending to be carrying out justice, repeatedly interrupting the band who give him dirty looks and Shi-won, dressed as one of the saxophonists, loudly blows the saxophone back at him, and this prompts Laurent to be like nah we’re getting too much attention here let’s continue this back at the hotel.

The hotel scene is fairly similar to the anime, but once Edamura is left alone, we get the first instance of him thinking about his family as he reflect on what Laurent had to say about how people don’t always believe the truth that is in front of them as they would rather believe whatever is most convenient. He flashes back to his family going home together after his father finished a case (the hotel room is on the second floor with his mom and dad entering on the stage level; the younger version of Edamura is done in voice over), and of course they seem like a happy family, although it’s interesting that what his dad has to say about ethics was cut from the script. The scene focuses more on Edamura idolizing his father as a great lawyer.

Okay, so we’ve finally come to the scene I absolutely hated and did not think was necessary, after Edamura leaves the hotel room. He is approached by three unhoused persons, one of whom he at first thinks is Kitaoji coming to interrupt the narrative again, but he soon realizes that they are “real homeless.” It was really just a disgusting, cruel stereotype; one of them is playing with a rat they found, another is acting like a junkie, and the ringleader is trying to get money off of him because they haven’t eaten in three days and then they steal his little Toyotomi Hideyoshi figurine and play keepaway with it and don’t stop until Cynthia/Paula Dickens (at this point she’s Paula tho so I’m going to refer to her that way) enters and is like knock it off. So that’s how they meet. Cool. They could easily have come up with something else and they just didn’t.

But, anyway, since he got his figurine back, he explains to Paula that his hobby is collecting capsule toys, and during his explanation, a gacha machine is projected up on the stage, out of which comes Kitaoji dressed as Toyotomi, followed by a bunch of other figures from Japanese history. This part always got a pretty good laugh out of the audience, and I think it was a pretty cute way to stage it. Paula insists they go to dinner together, so she can hear more about Toyotomi, and the capsule toy figurines all follow to a diner (serving “breadfast” 24hrs lol) where Shi-won is dressed as someone named Ricardo. The figurines all start to get drunk, while “Ricardo” fixes Edamura and Paula some tacos; meanwhile Edamura explains that Toyotomi began as a simple peasant, but because of his hard work and study, he was able to climb all the way to the top and unite all of Japan as a powerful lord.

Edamura asks why she decided to help him before and he despairs that he must seem like a beaten dog, but she explains that while she might seem confident, she faces tremendous anxiety getting on stage every day, particularly as she wants to make it big as a performer but can’t expect to get the attention of a label just because she can sing a bit. (In the background, Francis Xavier is completely sloshed and ends up drinking with Ricardo) Edamura suggests that she take inspiration from Toyotomi as someone who was able to trick even his enemies into working with him and represent herself as someone more important than she is to get music producers onto her side. She seems fired up by this proposal, and she says that she’ll follow the example of Toyotomi, “Japan’s best confidence man,” which gives Edamura his own motivation to get back to trying to win the bet with Laurent. He asks Paula to wish him good luck and runs off, and we get the first dance scene with Edamura and a number of samurai as he builds up to confronting Cassano. The scene ends with him running into a video shop, presumably to rent Cassano’s movies.

Laurent and Abby are called to Cassano’s mansion - they argue if Edamura is capable of pulling off a job like this, although Laurent insists that he has a natural talent - but they are certain that he must be dead when they hear from Salazar that Edamura was taken into their custody at the airport trying to run. However, Edamura bursts onto the scene, dressed in a new Hawaiian shirt, and at this point, Miyata looks as though he has been in a swimming pool, but it’s just sweat lmao. Cassano informs them that he’s made a new deal with Edamura for $10 million, and when they ask how, we get a flashback showing how he got onto Cassano’s good side by praising Shakunetsu with Kitaoji, as Razzie, acting out scenes from the Shakunetsu movies on the second floor of the stage. Whenever Cassano hugs Edamura in these scenes, it was really funny because his jacket would get just absolutely covered in Miyata’s sweat just ugh gross lol

Cassano’s accountant joins them and they play out the whole bit about confirming Edamura’s credentials as a pharmaceutical scientist, at which point Edamura finally realizes that Kudo is working with Laurent, when he calls Kudo to thank him for deceiving Cassano’s attorneys. After Cassano has confirmed Edamura’s identity, he takes the crew to his factory and insists that Edamura make Sakura Magic for them right there and then so that they can be sure to properly replicate his recipe. She does this the whole play, but particularly during this scene, you can really see how well Miya Rurika portrays Laurent as always calm and and in control before Edamura but as quietly losing his shit whenever he feels like they’ve been backed into a corner, and we also get some very cute like Laurent clearly being exasperated with Edamura but the two of them starting to be able to play off one another as they convince Cassano that the factory isn’t up to snuff for making Sakura Magic.

They have to clear out because they hear someone coming, but Cassano promises that he will build a new laboratory for Edamura and entrusts his care to Salazar. The police bust in after everyone has left; Anderson does the absolute most to show off to everyone that he’s properly securing the scene, but he’s clearly relieved that Cassano slipped through their fingers once again oh my how does this keep happening oh well better luck next time. We get a proper introduction to Paula and Shi-won as members of the FBI who have come to investigate Laurent and his organization (Paula has changed into this beautifully tailored brown tweed pantsuit and she pulls it off so well), and Paula threatens to expose Anderson’s connections to Cassano if he doesn’t follow her lead.

After the scene in the factory, we return to the present in the interrogation room with Kitaoji and Edamura. Detectives bring Kitaoji additional files on Edamura, asking if the prosecutor has heard of the attorney Ozaki. They inform him that Edamura is Ozaki’s son, and Kitaoji is a bit shocked; he leaves, saying that he will review the files. The detectives collect the money before exiting the room, but not without getting in a dig at Edamura, telling him that he clearly takes after his father. Edamura is stricken by this statement, and the act ends with Edamura battling with this internal conflict.

I don’t think anyone would want to read all of this, but if you have, thank you so much. I hope some of it at least was interesting or informative. I’m going to end there for now, as I’ve already gone on for too long, and I’ll finish writing up the second act in another post.

#it's too long i'm sorry lmao #i have not edited this so sorry as well if there are mistakes #great pretender

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HELP WANTED (PART 2)

WOLF QUIRK F!READER x HANTA SERO x EIJIRO KIRISHIMA WORD COUNT: 2,997 TW/CW: ABSENT PARENT MENTION (I know some people get really bothered about absent parents)

NOTES: No banner yet. And yes, I posted two parts in one day BECAUSE I’M LIVING FOR THIS. The next part I’ll include things from Kiri and Sero’s POV. I got tired toward the end of this one and wanted to finish and post it before going to sleep.

Your alarm went off at 6:45 AM, allowing you more time to actually get ready and look like a decent human being.. well, sort of. You laid there for a moment, though, thinking that if this really went well, you could be leaving within the next week. You’d have to tell your father and though he’d be hurt, it wasn’t like you wouldn’t come back to visit. With a deep breath, you threw your legs off the side of the bed, holding your arms over your head to stretch. The stretch was so good that you almost fell back into your mattress and went back to sleep but you shook your head and rose to your feet, proceeding to your bathroom to shower.

After you took your shower from Hell, you walked out of your bathroom and back into your room, making your way to your closet to browse over the clothes you had. You realized quickly that you should probably do some upgrading to your wardrobe but you’ll worry about that another day. Your eyes scanned over everything and nothing really stood out to you so you pulled out your phone to check the weather, seeing that it was pretty cold out— roughly 23 degrees. Coffee definitely sounded luxurious right now and that thought alone made you check the time to see that it was now 7:15 AM. You took a little longer in the shower but the scorching water felt like Heaven to you.

You sighed, taking a long-sleeved, burgundy turtleneck half-shirt off of a hanger along with a pair of black high-waisted jeans. You tossed both articles of clothing onto the bed then went to your small dresser in the corner of your room to open the top drawer, pulling out a white colored bra and a matching pair of panties to go with it. You closed that drawer then opened the second drawer, getting some black socks that rose to just under your knee. Once you had everything, you dropped your towel then threw your undergarments on, along with your socks.

During your dressing, you received a text message from the Kiri person so you rushed over to it, hoping they weren’t cancelling the get together. Relief washed over you whenever you read the message.

FROM KIRI: Morning! Wanted to send you a text to tell you that me and my roommate are getting ready and should be at the coffee shop closer to 8:30 AM. We still on?

You replied rather quickly, it was almost creepy.. like you were waiting for a text.

TO KIRI: Good morning! Yes, of course! I’m getting ready right now as well.. I may be there earlier than you both since it’s right around the corner from me!

Once the message delivered, you threw your phone back onto your bed then put on your shirt and pants, which had a special made hole just for your tail, then walked over to your full body mirror hanging on the wall. “Not bad.. Not bad at all.” It was almost like you were hoping these were men that you were meeting. You scoffed at your thought, nah. You walked back to the bathroom to grab your hair brush, one for the hair on your head and another for the fur on your tail. It was weird in a way.. you had to color coordinate what you used for your tail because the fur wasn’t as soft as your actual hair was. Once you finished grooming yourself, you put on a pair of flat-bottom, over-the-knee, black boots.

Time, what was the— shit! Your damned tail, taking so much time to brush through. It was now 8:05 so you had to rush a little bit if you wanted to be extra early and order what you needed so you grabbed your black trench coat off your coat rack, grabbed your phone then your backpack that held your wallet and other necessities that you may need throughout the day and booked it out of your room and out of your front door. Your dad must have had to work this morning, considering his car wasn’t out front but nonetheless, you expected as much from a police officer.

NO TIME TO THINK, you thought so you turned in the direction of the coffee shop and started walking. Your walking turned into walking fast then into.. running, which doesn’t affect you much considering it’s part of who you are. You thankfully had a bottle of perfume with you, just in case you smelt like a wet dog and you sprayed a few pumps amongst your coat and a few on your neck. You took a minute to catch your breath right outside Camille’s front door then walked in.

“My, my.. Look who it is! If it isn’t my dear Y/N! I haven’t seen you in a few weeks, must be pulling extra shifts at the animal shelter, huh?” Camille practically rushed to you, bringing you into a hug. All you could do was smile and accept her embrace then return it. If you were being honest, you really needed the hug. “Hi, Camille! I’m sorry I haven’t been visiting like I normally do. I have picked up a few more shifts so I can save up for a place of my own.” You took a seat at your usual spot, right up close to where she made most things. There was a small little bar, in which, Camille practically saved your seat every morning when you started coming in. She was like a mom to you, which was nice in its own way considering yours wasn’t worth a shit.

Camille knew just about everything about your life so you felt awful knowing that you hadn’t been around in a few weeks but you had to do what you need to first. “You know, darling, whenever you stopped coming in, these two very handsome boys started coming in every morning. It was almost fate in a way. They kept me company while you were gone, but don’t get me wrong, I’m glad my favorite girl is back.” Boys? Was this elderly woman really trying to hint at hooking you up right now? All you could do was shake your head and laugh as she set your usual in front of you— hot hazelnut coffee, extra sweet. You lifted the glass mug to your lips, speaking from behind it, “Boys, huh? Camille, are you trying to set me up?” A smirk formed along your face as you took a sip of the coffee, humming softly in satisfaction, your ears falling back some. She always did make the best coffee, it never failed.

The older woman laughed then leaned back onto the counter opposite from the one you were at, “Now, you know I wouldn’t meddle into your love life, dear. All I’m saying is, they are complete gentleman.” She leaned forward on her elbow, whispering her next statement. “If I was year and years younger, I’d probably take both of them.” This made you snort then double over in laughter, “Camille! Shame on you!” All she did was shrug then before she could respond, her eyes lit up when she realized who was entering her shop. You noticed this look and raised an eyebrow, sipping your coffee. Camille realized your eyes were on her and she nodded toward the door, mouthing that’s them. You tried your best not to make it obvious but you turned your head just enough to the side to peer over your shoulder and boy, she was not kidding. However, these were definitely not boys.. they were pure men.

You quickly turned your head before they realized you were ogling them, your insides heating up. All you could think of was how the good Lord above took his sweet time crafting both of them. Your heightened sense of hearing allowed you to listen in on what was being said between both of the guys and Camille so you just barely turned your left ear to the side, lifting your coffee again to take another sip.

“My boys! Where have you been? Fighting crime as usual?” Camille greeted both with a big hug each before one of them answered her. “Yes ma’am, you know us. We have to make sure nothing happens to your wonderful coffee shop.” Your heart skipped a beat at that statement. Smooth. “Always such sweethearts, come. I want you to meet another regular of mine.” Please don’t, please don’t, plea— “Y/N?” Your face was probably as red as a beet at this point but you turn anyway with a smile that was semi-forced. You hadn’t much prepared well on talking to… very, very attractive men. “Boys, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Eijiro and Hanta.” You shook each of their hands, your insides felt like they were being lit on fire at this point.

The man known as Kirishima smiled, “You can call me either Ei, Eiji or Kiri, though.” The fire was immediately put out by his statement. You were thanking all the Gods that you didn’t have your coffee in your hand because you would have dropped it. “D-Did you say Kiri?” You cleared your throat, scratching the back of your head nervously.

“Yeah, do you know me? I mean, I’m a pro-hero but do you know someone I know or—“ You cut him off, not meaning to, but you had to get it out. “No, I.. I inquired about the roommate ad you had put up. We texted this morning and last night?” Kirishima and Sero’s eyes widened and they looked at each other. Something tells you they really weren’t expecting the person they were meeting to be a woman, but you were in the same boat because you didn’t expect for the two people you were meeting to be two gorgeous piece of asses either.

Sero spoke this time as he looked back at you, “So you are looking to be our roommate?” You blushed a soft shade of pink, not really knowing how to properly answer that but you did anyway. “Well, I-I didn’t really plan on you guys being, well… guys.” Both men laughed then Kirishima sat next to you, Sero sitting next to him on the other side. Camille put their coffees in front of him, Sero’s was partnered with a bagel. She gave you a wink then rushed back to the kitchen, peering out the little window in the door. All you could do was shake your head with a grin. “If it makes you uncomfortable, you definitely don’t have to move in with us but we’d like to be your friend.”

You smiled at that but thought of the trouble you’d get yourself in just by being their friend. It was almost impossible not to yank both by their collars to the bathroom and— “Wolf quirk, eh?” Sero’s voice shook you out of your inappropriate thoughts. It’s almost like he knew where your head was spiraling to. “Y-Yeah. My dad is also part wolf as well.” You nodded, clearing your throat even though you really didn’t need to as there was nothing to clear.

“What about your mom?” Sero pressed, not knowing that talking about your mother was something you hated doing. You sighed quietly, eyes darting in front of you to a blank space on the white wall in front of you. Your ear fell back, tone filled with… hatred when you spoke, which you didn’t intend for, but your burning rage for her was not controllable. “Don’t know her. She left not too long after I was a baby. Just up and left in the middle of the night and nobody has seen her since.”

Kirishima looked at Sero, eyes saying way to go, idiot. He wanted to lighten the mood so he changed the subject quickly, “So, uh.. about your quirk..” You three sat there for what felt like hours just talking, having casual conversation. They asked about your quirk, showing high interest in every aspect of it. You reassured them that you didn’t shed hair so they didn’t need to worry about any of that. You didn’t realize that they were pro-heroes until they told you their hero names and you almost choked on your semi-hot coffee. You had heard of both but you never really are around the action to put a face to the name. They both do a lot of good work around your city, in which, you are thankful for with your father being on the police force. Without them, your dad would probably have been hurt or worse.

Your anger about your mother had withered away and you were really enjoying yourself with the two men next to you. Your tail was moving to-and-fro the entire time, meaning you were happy. It got silent at one point and that prompted to Sero clear his throat then bump his elbow into Kirishima’s own, basically trying to push on this conversation. Kirishima turned his body a little toward you, his tone was soft, “Um.. This roommate thing.. It’s obvious you aren’t a serial killer, unless you’re a really good actor. You don’t have to give us an answ—“ You held your finger up with a smile because it was clear he was about to start rambling on due to nerves and not wanting to overstep. “You don’t have to say anymore. I’m super down for being your roommate.” It seemed like relief washed over the both of them because they smiled at you. “Hell yeah, you can move your stuff in at any time. Just let us know when so we can help you.” Sero nodded in your direction and you nodded back with a smile.

Moving in.. with two insanely attractive men.. What could go wrong, right?

#Hanta Sero x Reader #Sero x Reader #Eijiro Kirishima x Reader #Kirishima x Reader #Hanta Sero #eijiro kirishima #mha x reader

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talkfastromance4 · 4 years

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/clementine/part 2: Ashton Irwin

Here is part 2! Thank you all for the love and kind words on part one of /clementine! Left it open ended, thinking of making this a series of dad!ashton so let me know if you’d like me to continue!🥰🧡

Read part one here

Word count: 3.8k

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, morning sex

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A few weeks have passed, and their garden grew with more flowers, a two-person double hanging egg swing chair, and three new koi friends in the pond that she rightfully named Felix, Oscar and Patricia.

“Patricia?” Ashton asked scrunching his nose when the fish were delivered.

“Yes, Patricia, it’s the perfect name for her,” she responded with an indignant pout. “Did you know koi fish represent good luck, abundance and perseverance?”

“I didn’t,” he shook his head and watched her happily as she twiddled her fingers in the water. The fish swam up to her fingers out of curiosity, one of them (Ashton can’t remember the name) kissed her finger and she giggled. “Which one was that?”

“Felix. He’s going to be the fun one, I can tell.”

Every day since they received the fish, she’s been out in the garden for hours watching them and recording videos of them swimming. While he was working on some more music or video chatting with the guys she’d send him a snapchat with one of the fish peering up at him.

Patricia misses you, come say hi.

“Sorry guys, I gotta head outside. Patricia misses me,” Ashton tells the guys with a dramatic sigh.

“Who’s Patricia?” Luke asks stopping his guitar playing.

“One of his fish,” Michael chortles cuddling his face into Moose’s neck.

“Is Patricia really a fish?” Calum clarifies.

“Yes, Patricia is a fish. As is Felix and Oscar that Y/N so rightfully named them.”

“Oh, well good. I was gonna come over there and kick your ass if you were two timing Y/N,” Calum defends in her honor. The other three join in on laughter. As if Ashton would ever think of cheating on her, the notion of it was ridiculous.

“I would never,” Ashton shakes his head solemnly.

“Well, I guess your lady and fish need you,” Luke says picking back up on the song he was playing.

“They’re more her fish than mine.”

“Nah, they’re both of yours. Don’t kill them like your damn lemon tree,” Calum reminds him with a shake of his head.

“Fuckin’ lemon tree,” Ashton mutters then gets another message from her that’s just a string of fish emojis. “All right, I’ll talk to you later.”

He exits the video call then heads outside to the flower oasis where he spots her sitting on the swing leaning over her legs so she can peer at the pond. Ashton added another small pond with sand around the edges and it had lily pads floating on the water’s surface. He joins her on the swing, his hand finding homage to the center of her back while hers rests on his leg.

“See! She missed you, look,” she points to Patricia (the golden yellow one) is swimming away from the edge of the pond.

“She’s swimming away!” Ashton laughs rubbing her back affectionately.

“She poked her head to the surface when you came, you just didn’t see. Right Patty? How was the call?” she leans back in the chair folding her legs beneath her. Ashton pushes his feet on the stones so the swing moves.

“Good, good. We were actually talking about getting together for Halloween at Michael’s. Just something small.”

“That’ll be fun,” she sighs resting her head on his shoulder then lets out a big yawn.

“You’re still pretty tired, huh?” he asks in mild concern. Since putting the flower oasis together, she’s been more sleepy than normal, and he’s worried she might be getting sick. Did he overwork her? Was she still in that murky space of being neither here nor there?

“Yeah, but I’m not getting sick, I promise. I usually get a sore throat if that happens. I should be getting my period soon so that could be why.”

“Still, let’s get you some vitamins and orange juice,” he kisses the top of her head.

“Yes, doctor.”

She wakes up to a mug of steaming coffee next to her side of the bed and Ashton playing guitar outside carries into their room through the cracked window. It’s a clear, sunny day and while she stretches her chest and lower belly ache at the pull. Thinking nothing of it, she grabs her cup and heads outside to join Ashton on the swing.

“Morning my pretties,” she says to the koi fish who splash excitedly at the surface. She turns to Ashton and smiles, “Morning my other pretty.”

“Good morning sleepy girl,” he smiles shifting a little to the left so she can fit in the space next to him. “How are we feeling today?”

“Well rested.”

“Yeah?” he raises his eyebrows as he plucks at the chords.

“Mhm,” she hums sipping at her coffee.

“So, you won’t be asleep on the couch in about an hour and a half?”

“Nope.”

After breakfast she was fast asleep on the couch and Ashton couldn’t help but laugh at his prediction being accurate. He feels something nagging at him in the back of his mind that something is going on with her. The Halloween party at Michael’s is this Friday and she’s been so lethargic for almost a month now. She swears she feels fine and says her body clock must be off or this is her body’s way of catching up on sleep she’s missed.

Ashton thinks it’s neither because they haven’t been anywhere apart from the grocery store and a restaurant here and there. Last week they went to the costume store to pick up their matching ringmaster outfits (The Greatest Showman was on repeat for a straight week) and she yawned throughout the whole shopping process. Then, she was snoozing on the drive home.

“It’s creepy to watch someone sleep,” she mumbles but her eyes are still closed.

“If you’re talking to me then you’re not asleep.”

“I felt your eyes and it woke me up,” she frowns then pats the back of the couch cushions. “Come sleep with me.”

“I already slept last night,” he laughs, “like normal people do. Are you turning into a vampire or something where you sleep during the day?”

“Come here and I’ll bite you,” she smiles peeking at him through one of her eyes.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” he situates himself behind her, his arms and legs pulling her against his body. She drags his hand to her mouth biting into the side of his hand. “Ow! Hey!”

“Told you I’d bite you,” she sighs snuggling into his chest. “Watch the show and I’ll sleep.”

“Are you sure you’re--?”

“I’m fine. No sore throat and no fever. Just sleepy.”

“I heard mono starts out like this…”

“It does and I had it when I was eighteen. I’m still eating so my appetite hasn’t disappeared. Who have you kissed that you think I’d get mono?” her tone turns sharp, but he knows she’s teasing.

“You know what I mean,” he nibbles at her earlobe and she squeals.

“It’s not mono or the flu or the bubonic plague. I’m just sleepy for some reason. Now shush, let me sleep or I’ll get cranky.”

He falls silent but his mind is still whirring trying to figure out what could be wrong with her. It’s not normal to be this tired and sleep all the time, is it? Is there some kind of sleep disorder that was onset somehow? Is she becoming narcoleptic?

Eventually, his 0-100 reeling thoughts make him tired and he joins her in a long nap on the couch. The next time he opens his eyes the sky is a dusty pink; his mouth is stale, and his joints are sore from laying in the same position. He feels something tickling his forearm, so he opens his eyes to see her finger circling over one of his moons.

“Are you awake now?” she asks softly.

“Yup,” he groans as he stretches his limbs and pulls her tighter against him. “You’re too comfy and your sleepiness is catching.”

“Welcome to the dark side,” she kisses inside the crook of his elbow. “I’m hungry, can we order pizza for dinner?”

“Sure angel, anything you want.”

She wakes up to two things: one of them being Ashton’s finger tickling designs up and down her thigh and the other being an insatiable desire for him. To be close to him, feel his breath on her skin and his fingers on her body.

She rolls over planting herself on top of him and presses her lips to his in a needy kiss.

“Well, good morning,” he groans when she rubs his morning wood with her hand. His own hands slip under his tank top she’s wearing to grasp at her breasts.

She moans at the contact, sucking on his lower lip and grinds herself on top of him. His thumbs and forefingers pinch her nipples and she lets out a gasp not usually feeling stimulated that way. Normally it’s his suckling and scrape of his teeth that get her aroused, she squeezes his shaft in reaction and Ashton huffs.

He removes his hands from her breasts to hook his fingers beneath her underwear.

“Get this off,” he sighs. She lifts her hips yanking the material down her legs then yelps in pleasure at his finger slipping between her folds. “Did you wake up this wet, pretty one?”

He holds her chin carefully with his fingers, loving the way her mouth opens in a small ‘o’ as he teases her lips but his actions make her retaliate by slipping her own hand below his boxers to circle her thumb over his tip. Ashton’s mouth falls open as well, their bodies curving into one another to feel more of each other’s touch.

“Ash…” she whines trying to tug off his own underwear.

It’s not normal for them to have morning sex, she’s self-conscious about her breath and bed head regardless of how many times Ashton tells her she’s perfect, he feels himself leak at the thought of slipping inside her now. They work together to get his boxers off and she holds herself up with one hand while the other gripped his warm, hard cock and nudged it between her folds.

She pushes herself down on him, his tip prodding against her opening, her slick acting as lubricant. She bites her lip in concentration as she pulls him into her the same time she pushes on.

“I got it, baby,” his hand replaces hers and he rubs his tip up and down her opening, gathering more of her arousal.

A small moan erupts from her as he coaxes himself inside her warm walls. It takes a few tries since they haven’t done foreplay but when he slips all the way in the moan she makes is sinfully delicious. She lowers herself the rest of the way, arching her back as she does and Ashton groans as he molds with her body.

She’s warm and snug around him as she rocks on top of him, her fingers twisting into his hair while his grip her ass and waist. He lifts his head the same moment she lowers hers, their tongues mingling together desperately.

Her hips dip and rotate as she rides him, Ashton’s hands guiding her movements as their kiss deepens. Starting at a steady rhythm to only increase his momentum with each thrust, her moans escaping into his mouth.

“Just like that, baby,” he praises on her lips, their hips smacking together.

“Right there,” she mewls breathlessly, their bodies rocking faster.

It’s intimate and sensual the way they’re making love, he needs her closer with each squeeze and roll of her body and she wants to feel every part of him. Their movements become jerky as they chase their release. He feels her clench around him, and he knows as her moans increase in volume that she’s close, that he’s making her feel good.

Ashton slides his legs up, so she’s angled as he fucks into her quickly, his hips snapping in quick succession against hers. She gasps as she comes on top of him loving how deep he is inside her. He transitions his hands to her face, holding her head so he can kiss her, his thrusts changing from quick snaps to a rolling pump so she can catch her breath.

“Have some more for me?” he mutters, fingers knotting in her hair. She nods and his long pulls shift to quick snaps yet again. Her hips meet his, her moans are louder than before and her pussy pulses around him in bursts.

This position, along with doggy style, makes her have multiple orgasms because he hits the perfect spot each time. She’s met with wave after wave of pleasure that rolls into one another, each one greater than the last. She peeks at him through half-lidded eyes and Ashton’s self-control falters.

Any time she makes eye contact while they have sex takes him to another level entirely. And now, seeing her in the morning sun, her face glowing and flushed has him reeling.

His strong arms hug her tight to his body as he fucks her relentlessly, her mouth sucking on his neck in his sweet spot. He’s giving her all he’s got, his body exerting his never-ending love and desire for her makes the bed rock.

“Mmm…come for me, babe,” she whines.

The sound of command in her voice has him stop mid-thrust as he reaches his climax, the lower half of his body suspended up in the air. She clenches with each release he gives her; his grunts tickle her toes as she’s filled with his warmth.

When he’s finished, he slowly lowers himself back onto the bed and she collapses on top of him so they can catch their breath. Their bodies are sticky, breaths hot on each other’s necks and she stamps kisses to his bare shoulder. His fingers move over the bumps of her spine that are sheened with a light layer of sweat. The tank top is damp and with a huff she rises off him to tug it off.

“Made me too hot,” she grumbles settling back on his chest.

“You are too hot,” he grins, and she rolls her eyes and attempts to lift her hips so he can pull out of her.

“Wait, wait,” he stills her movement by gripping her waist. His hands are hot on her skin and it makes her body shiver in the best way. With a groan he rolls over so he’s on top of her and still inside of her. The cool air on his sweaty back feels wonderful and the sight of her naked and pleasured in front of him is a sight for sore eyes. “Fuck, look at you.”

He cups her cheek and pulls a kiss from her, their bodies warm and electric in a post-sex haze.

“Why’d you flip us over?”

“So when I pulled out we wouldn’t make a mess,” he grins cheekily. Holding himself up he pulls out of her slowly but his release dribbles out onto the sheets anyway. “Ah fuck, that wasn’t supposed to happen.”

She joins his giggles at his attempt of a no-clean-mess, then admires the way his necklaces dangle and his dark curls cling and frame to his face. There are small bite marks on his neck from her mouth and his chest shines from the sweat.

“Remind me why I don’t like morning sex?” she cocks her head to side as her eyes devour him once more. His body is glorious, and she feels like she has to pinch herself in reminder that he’s real every time she looks at him.

He slips off the bed to retrieve a towel from the bathroom, her eyes zero in on his bare ass as he walks away from her. When he returns he wipes at the inside of her thighs then folds the towel in half and places it beneath her hips to catch whatever else leaks out. Ashton lays next to her resting his palm on her stomach.

“Because you’re crazy in thinking I’ll be disgusted by your morning breath,” he rolls his eyes and pokes her nose.

“Oh…so how was it?”

“You really have to ask? That was one of the best sex experiences we’ve had.”

“No! I meant my morning breath!”

“Oh…it was tolerable,” he shrugs then busts out a loud laugh at the expression on her face. “I’m kidding! Your breath doesn’t smell, so please, if you ever want to have morning sex again don’t hesitate.”

For the rest of the week they started their days by having sex as soon as she woke up. She pulled him from his slumber in very intricate ways. She was still pretty sleepy throughout the day, but she was only napping once a day now instead of three times. When Halloween finally arrived and they were dressed for Michael’s Halloween party, Ashton couldn’t keep his eyes off her in her costume.

The ruffles of her skirt stopped at the perfect spot on her thighs and the corset she had on made him groan at the sight. Her lips were painted a desirable red and he reminded himself he had to behave while they were around their friends.

Upon their arrival they were ushered to the Halloween back drop to have their photos taken then she was whisked away from his arms by the girls for another slew of photos. The night is filled with good laughter and fun until Ashton saw Y/N sprint off towards the bathroom.

He follows her quickly and arrives in the bathroom just in time as she kneels over it. He holds her hair as he crouches next to her waiting for her to be finished. She doesn’t drink often but when she does she always has a good handle on what her limit is and stops before she has a chance to get sick.

He tears off a wad of toilet paper and wipes her mouth when she slumps against him, her black heels scraping against the tiled floor.

“One too many shots?” he asks, and she shakes her head.

“I haven’t had any alcohol,” she whispers, her voice hoarse from throwing up. “I don’t think the mini corn dogs agreed with me.” Her face twisted in disgust at the mention of the food, Ashton tilted her head up so he could look at her.

Her eyes aren’t glossy and completely focused on him.

“You haven’t drunk anything?”

“I had some 7up but that’s it, I wasn’t feeling that well on the way here and alcohol didn’t seem like a good idea.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well?”

“Because I was excited to see everyone and I thought it would pass,” she clears her throat then winces.

“How do you feel now?” he caresses her forehead, but she doesn’t feel feverish.

“Better now that I threw up,” she chuckles.

“Do you think you’ll be sick again?”

She sits up a little straighter then pushes herself off the floor. Ashton helps her stand, keeping a steady hold on her arms in case she’s wobbly but she’s sturdy enough.

“I don’t think so,” she rubs her stomach then looks up at him. She smooths his concern from his eyebrows smiling softly. “I’m fine now, I promise.”

“Maybe we should go home, let you rest—”

“No, we’ll stay until Luke will inevitably pass out on the kitchen floor. Let me rinse my mouth and I’ll meet you back out there.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to go home?” he stresses his concern for her well-being.

“I’m positive.” She takes his hands in hers.

“And you’ll tell me if you’re not feeling well and we’ll go home?”

“Yes.”

Ashton looks her over one more time, as if there will be a sign of an illness but she looks perfect in her get up aside from the pale in her face from getting sick. He sighs then brings her hands to his lips, kissing them. “Fine. I’ll be downstairs waiting.”

Ashton’s brainstorming all the possibilities of what’s going on with Y/N when he returns to the party. While he’s thinking of illnesses Y/N’s counting days in her head over and over as she gargles the mouthwash. It isn’t until she spits into the sink and stares at her reflection that she knows what’s going on with her.

Ashton had some errands to run and started rattling off all that he bought to Y/N while he pulled the items from the bags. He gives her a quick kiss while he continues, completely oblivious to how distracted she is and her constant glance towards the backyard.

“What’d you do today?” he asks when he’s finished his story.

“Uh, I decorated a little in the flower garden. Can I show you?”

“Sure, let’s go,” he smiles then follows her outside.

She steps carefully on the stones and sits on the swinging chair waiting for Ashton to approach. His eyes scan over the space, taking in the multitudes of colorful flowers then he stops on the fishpond. Felix, Oscar and Patricia are swimming lazily in a circle with a small orange rose floating in the center. He doesn’t really notice what she’s decorated then stops short when he’s at the middle of the path.

On top of the rocks where the water bubbles down are four white ceramic vases filled with orange and white baby’s breath and a light green ribbon tied around the neck. Each vase is perched on its own rock and Ashton loves the simplicity of the arrangement she’s done.

“They’re beautiful, angel,” he compliments.

“Did you see what’s on the vases?”

Below the ribbons on each vase is a letter painted in black. Ashton’s eyes scan over each one about five times before he gasps, his eyes widening as he looks at her. The vases spell out ‘baby.’

“You’re pregnant?” he rushes towards her falling in the space next to her on the swing, his hand flying to her stomach.

“I’m pregnant,” she whispers nervously.

He lets out a ‘whoop’ of excitement jumping up from the swing so he can peer at the vases again. Then he lifts her in his arms spinning her around in joy.

“Careful! I’m feeling a little nauseous today,” she laughs, and he sets her down on her feet. He kisses her. “Are you happy?”

“Of course, I’m happy! When did you find out? How far are you? Do we need to go to the doctor?” he fires off, his hazel eyes alight.

“I found out after Halloween and I think I’m three months…since it’s December. I made an appointment for next week already,” she answers all of his questions. “That’s why I’ve been so tired, and sex crazed.”

“So, you aren’t sick, thank God. Instead you’re pregnant!” he kisses her feverishly again, his hand hovers over her stomach and he kneels once more. “There’s a baby in there,” he murmurs pressing a kiss to her lower belly. “Hi baby love, I’m so excited to meet you.”

She pulls him back to his feet so she can kiss him. All her worries and nerves float away in the wind because he wants this just as much as she does.

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alyasgf · 3 years

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Adrien’s Admirer- Adrinette April Day 6 -Anime!

Summary- Adrien Agreste has a secret admirer and its none other than Marinette Dupain Cheng.

Word Count

1650

Excerpt

Realizing how insane it’d look to carry all of these presents to Adrien at once and that all of them being from her might be weird, an idea struck.

“What if I hid them around for him to find from a secret admirer!” Marinette proposed excitedly. “It’d be perfect! I’d be able to see his adorable reactions without feeling embarrassed!”

AO3

The pedestal Marinette had put Adrien on in her younger years had been far too high. It seemed the more time she spent with him the dorkier and more human he became. First it had been the puns, then his concerningly large ladybug merchandise collection that he was extremely fond of, and now he’s a huge anime fan.

Marinette hadn’t meant to find his anime dvd collection. He had asked her to choose a movie while he grabbed snacks since they finished studying early enough that Nathalie had yet to come to kick her out. She had already gone through a few shelves when she found one that seemed to be hidden in a corner. As she looked closer she noticed the entire shelf was filled with volumes of anime, and the shelf beside it manga.

She couldn’t imagine why it was hidden. Was he ashamed? Adrien had been sheltered most his life and the way he acted, well Marinette was surprised she hadn’t realized sooner. Half his lines felt as though they were picked straight from an anime.

As she heard him approach the door she chose a random horror movie and went to sit down. This gave her a perfect idea.

As Adrien went to a closet collected blankets to sit on, Marinette began brainstorming for the perfect birthday present to incorporate her latest discovery.

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By the time September 3 rolled around Marinette was slightly worried she’d gone too far this time. At first, she decided to just design a sweater with a few of the animes she remembered seeing in his collection. But she saw the cutest My Hero Academia beanie while at the shops and just had to remake it. Then came socks, pjs, and a ladybug mug she she happened to pass by.

But any friend would go out of their way to cater to a friends interests right?

“Absolutely not, Marinette.”

“Well thanks Alya.” Marinette huffed while packaging all of the gifts in her room the night before.

“Girl, I think its about time you told him! Its been years and not just anyone spends upwards of 40 hours working on gifts for a ‘friends’ niche interest.” Alya cooed at her from atop of her bed.

“Are you crazy? I just gained enough confidence to be his friend, confessing my love to him is a whole other level I can’t even begin to be ready for!” Realizing how insane it’d look to carry all of these presents to Adrien at once and that all of them being from her might be weird, an idea struck.

“What if I hid them around for him to find from a secret admirer!” Marinette proposed excitedly. “It’d be perfect! I’d be able to see his adorable reactions without feeling embarrassed!”

Alya sighed. “I guess it’s better than you panicking and never giving them to him.” She replied dejectedly.

“Thats the spirit.” Marinette said, taping the last perfectly wrapped gift and joining her friend on the bed. “Now since you’re here you’re obligated to help me plan this.”

“I’m not the one with his schedule memorized.” Alya complained, groaning. “What help am I?”

“Moral support!”

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Adrien woke up the next morning to his usual. A lonely breakfast and a report of his schedule from Nathalie. He almost could have been fooled into thinking it was any other day.

“Your father sends his wishes Adrien.” Nathalie said as she walked out of the room.

One thing he could be excited by was school. There there’d hugs and birthday wishes and maybe even a sweet snack from a certain blue eyed girl.

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As expected, as he steeped out of the sleek black car (after receiving a small Ladybug action figure from the gorilla) he was practically toppled by Nino.

“Happy birthday bro!” He exclaimed, hugging him tightly.

Adrien smiled fondly at the boy. “Thanks Nino.” He said with a chuckle.

“Hopefully your old man will let me come over after school and I can give you your present then?.” Nino questioned hopeful.

“Sorry, I have fencing after school.” Adrien sighed.

“Can’t you just skip? It is your birthday after all.” Nino whined.

“You know how he is. The world could be ending but as long as I’m on time for my appointments he won’t care.” Adrien replied, walking along with Nino towards the front of the school.

As he approached he saw Alya and Marinette camping out by the entrance.

Once they were in hearing distance Adrien said, “Good news is he allowed me to spend lunch outside the house! I figured we could all spend it at the park.”

Marinette squealed excitedly as she ran to hug him, nearly squishing the pastry box she held in the process.

“What she means by that is happy birthday.” Alya laughed while she waited her turn to hug him.

“Happy birthday Adrien!” Marinette said with a slight blush as she handed him the box.

Inside was what looked to be 5 handmade passion fruit macarons, same as she had given him for the last 2 years. It still managed to warm his heart.

“Thanks guys.” He said hugging Alya and mouthing a thank you to Marinette. “If you have anything for me wait until lunch so it can almost be a real party?”

Everyone nodded in response. “Just us?” Nino asked.

“Preferably.” Adrien said sheepishly.

They all walked together to the lockers, chatting comfortably. Marinette seems a little anxious, for what reason Adrien couldn’t say.

He opened his locker and a small black box tumbled out. He caught it and looked at Nino questioningly.

“Wasn’t me.” He said shrugging. “Looks like a note fell out though.” He picked it up from the floor and handed it to Adrien.

“Happy birthday! Thank you for being a ray of sunshine for everyone.” Adrien read aloud smiling fondly. “It’s not signed?”

“Someone as a secret admirer.” Nino teased. “Now hurry up and open it I’m intrigued!”

“Okay okay.” Adrien said, his smile growing as he saw the contents. Inside was a sweater decorated with a Parasyte theme.

“I didn’t know you liked anime.” Nino said curiously.

“Eh never came up.” Adrien replied. He pulled the jacket over his head and looked down at it. Looking at it now he made a discovery. The jacket looked custom, and he only knew one person capable of such a feat.

“Nino I think Marinette made this!” Adrien exclaimed in a hushed tone. “Why wouldn’t she sign?”

“Maybe she wanted it to be anonymous?” Nino closed his locker and started heading to class.

“Should I tell her I know?” Adrien asked, following close behind.

“Nah she clearly wanted it to be secret, just keep it that way.”

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Marinette was still giddy from that morning. The way Adriens eyes lit up when she handed him the pastry box was only matched by the smile that spread across his face when he pulled the present from his locker.

She decided to give the ladybug mug to him in person, figuring giving him an anime present may give away the identity of his secret admirer.

As she sat behind him in class she couldn’t help but sigh at how nicely the sweater fit him. She could definitely get used to seeing him in her designs.

Suddenly she felt a strong elbow in her side.

“Marinette!” Alya whispered aggressively. “Mademoiselle Bustier has called your name twice already!”

“Here!” Marinette blurted out immediately.

“Yes I’m aware you’re here Marinette. I asked if you could read the next section.”

She heard a small chuckle from Adrien and sheepishly decided to focus on how the jacket fit him another time.

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Marinette had ran into a slight problem after lunch. She had already given Adrien his mug (he squealed in delight when he received it), left the beanie in his locker after lunch (he immediately shoved it on and hadn’t taken it off yet) and planned to hide the socks in his fencing bag after school, but she still had yet to give him the phs.

She ran over his schedule about a thousand times throughout the day and could think of no other opportunity that wouldn’t give away her identity as his secret admirer.

“Isn’t there any way you could leave it at his house?” Alya suggested.

“No his dad’s assistant might say something. I just don’t wanna risk it!” Marinette whined.

Then an idea struck.

“Actually Alya I just remembered something in his schedule that leaves a perfect time.” She fibbed.

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Adrien was on cloud nine. All of Marinette’s gifts were perfect. You could tell she put thought into them. She even left little notes with each one.

The beanie came with a note that said ‘Thank you for being the such an amazing friend’ and the socks he received during fencing came with a note that read ‘your smile brightens up my world.’ What a nice thing to say to a friend.

As he went up to his room after an extremely exciting day he opened his door to see a flash of red leave through his open window. He could recognize the sound of that string anywhere.

Ladybug had just been in his room!

He looked around to see if anything was different. On his bed he saw a perfectly wrapped gift. It was wrapped in lavender paper with a pink ribbon.

On top was a note. ‘My heart is forever yours’

Adrien’s heart stopped.

That’s Marinette’s handwriting. Marinette’s decorative paper. Marinette’s methodically wrapped gift.

Still in shock he opened it and it confirmed his suspicions. Inside were Death Note pjs.

Marinette had been anonymously giving him anime gifts all day.

Marinette was Ladybug. Ladybug was his secret admirer.

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As they were leaping across building that evening Chat could tell Ladybug was in a good mood.

“Thanks for the gifts today, Marinette.” The blonde hero mentioned casually.

Ladybug effectively face planted into the ground.

Notes

A little late to the party but here nonetheless.

Also I didnt reread this before posting so if you see any mistakes,,, no you didnt :)

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constantlytiredghost · 4 years

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Magical Library Au but make it a prequel featuring spiral!sibs :D

The yellow door seemed unassuming and harmless, nonetheless Gerry’s heart was racing in his chest. He had been staring at it for over ten minutes now and still wasn’t closer to opening it. By now, he had memorised the swirling patterns in the door at least until they decided to change again, twisting into new patterns which didn’t help the lingering feeling of wrongness that surrounded it.

He took a deep breath. He could do this. He had to do this. He couldn’t just come back like a dog with its tails between its legs. Not again. Gerry swallowed dryly before pushing against the door.

The door quietly swung open, with none of the ominous creaks that Gerry had expected. He hesitated for a moment before stepping inside.

“Oh, welcome! I was already wondering, if you’d actually come in or just leave again.” a voice greeted him, making Gerry’s head snap around. He stared at the tall woman who smiled at him with a sharp-toothed grin while he stumbled back until he hit the wall behind him.

“No reason to be scared.” the woman chuckled as Gerry tried to become one with the wall. “I’m not planning on hurting you,” she added. “Actually, I think you’re here, because you want something, don’t you?”

Gerry nodded slowly.

“Great. Mind telling me your name before we figure out, how we can be of help.”

“Gera….Gerry.” he answered.

“Gerry, huh? That’s a lovely name. Why don’t you take a seat while I make some tea?”

Gerry wanted to say that he didn’t like tea and that he wasn’t even sure if he should take food from a witch, but he didn’t dare to disagree, so he just nodded and sat down on the chair the witch had pointed at.

The woman vanished from the room, leaving Gerry alone and unoccupied enough, to actually look around for the first time.

It was a big room, technically, but it was so cluttered and filled with things that it didn’t seem that way. There were shelves full of jars and pots. Books stacked in hazardous stacks that seemed to topple over any moment. There was a cauldron over a cold fireplace and from the ceiling hanged various herbs and stone and glass fragment that shimmered and shifted the light that fell through them, reflecting and breaking it.

Gerry was to busy staring to notice the second person entering the room.

“Oh, a visitor.”

For the second time in barely 10 minutes, Gerry startled and whipped around to gape at the man who had just entered. He was even taller than the woman with wild blond curls that seemed to have a life of there own.

“I’m Michael, and you are?”

“Gerry.” Gerry answered with a bit more confidence this time. “and I’m waiting for uhh…” he realised that he had never gotten the name of the woman.

“-Helen.” Michael finished for him, and Gerry simply nodded. He assumed the woman’s name could be Helen.

Michael sat down on the table in front of Gerry ignoring the other chairs.

“And what brings you here? Did you get lost.” curious eyes fixated him, making Gerry fidget in his chair.

“No…..I need uh some help?”

“Oh? Usually, people don’t come here so young for help… How old are you?” Michael asked, tilting his head.

“I’m not that young,” Gerry muttered, his mother always said that he was basically an adult and that he should act that way. “I’m fourteen.” Just barely. His birthday had been last week.

“And how can we…”

“Michael, stop bothering him.” Helen interupted, just coming back with a steaming mug that she handed Gerry before flopping on the table next to Michael

“I’m not bothering him. I’m,,, just asking questions.”

“Yes, bothering him.” Helen said with a grin which resulted in Michael huffing and rolling his eyes.

“Am I bothering you?” he asked Gerry then.

“Uhm…” he wasn’t used to getting asked about his opinion and his fingers tightened around his mug “I’m….I’m good I think.”

“See! Not bothering.” Michael said, gesturing at Gerry. “All good.”

Now it was Helen’s turn to roll her eyes.

“Sure. Anyway, how can we help you.”

Both looked at him now, fixating him with multicoloured eyes. He swallowed.

“I want…. iwanttobefree.” he muttered quickly, words swimming together.

Helen raised her eyebrow.

“Free?” she asked.

“From what?” Michael added.

“My mother.” Gerry answered, voice barely above a whisper.

“You know that every help has its price?” Helen asked, and Gerry nodded. He did, and he was willing to pay it.

“Huh, so not just a whim.” Michael hummed. “What did she do?”

“I-” Gerry stared of but broke off again, his eyes were burning, but he tried to hold his tears back. He didn’t want to cry in front of two strangers.

“You don’t have to tell me you can show me instead.” Helen interfered quickly, holding out her hand. “Just give me your hand, and I’ll know everything I need too.”

Gerry sniffled a bit but placed, his hand in hers. It felt weird as if there were too many bones in it, but it looked perfectly normal, then it felt like something got pulled out of him leaving him dizzy when Helen pulled her hand back. Her face was stony when she spoke again. “Don’t worry Gerry. We’ll definitely help you.”

“What will it cost? I don’t have…” Gerry started timidly. He didn’t have any money but witched usually didn’t want that anyway.

“Oh don’t worry. In this case, it’s a freebie more or less.” Michael said, flashing some sharp teeth.

“More or less?” Gerry asked.

Michael shrugged.

“We’ll take your mom.” he answered with a shrug.

“My mom? Will you kill her?” asked Gerry with wide eyes.

“Not exactly.” Helen said but didn’t elaborate. “And we’ll take everything that connects you to her.” she added.

“Like…like my memories?” Gerry asked, eyes still wide. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to lose his memories.

“Nah,” Michael said. “Memories are boring. We’re talking more about something like this.” he hummed, leaning forward to tug at one of Gerry’s curls.

“My hair?”

“The colour of it.” Helen hummed.

“It’s like hers isn’t it?”, Michael added, letting go of the strand.

“How do you…?” Gerry asked.

“Oh well, Helen saw it when she looked into your head earlier, and I can see what she sees most of the time if we want too. We sorta share a brain.”

“But I got all the brain cells.” Helen snickered.

“You do not.”

“I do.”

“Uhm.” Gerry made before the could continue bickering. “I’m… Uhm I’m fine with that.”

They both looked back at him, wide smiles on their faces.

“Perfect!” they replied in unison.

“I’ll take care of Mary you take care of the hair~” Helen chirped and was gone before Michael could protest.

“God damn it. Not again.” Michael muttered. “Well, let’s take care of it. Any colour preferences?”

Gerry blinked and shrugged. “I don’t ca…no wait…can you make it look like my dads?” he asked softly.

“Black? Sure, bit boring but if that’s what you want.” Michael said with a shrug. “Could also offer pink, blue stripes or dots or something interesting like that.” Gerry shook his head.

“Black is fine.”

“Sure then.” Michael agreed.

When Gerry had come here, he had expected pain, but switching the colour of his hair was painless and easy with Michael chattering nonsense while Gerry sipped on the tea, that Helen had handed him.

It was only later after he had left the yellow door behind him that he noticed that one of his strands in the back of his hair was iridescent changing colour every time it was hit by light. A small reminder of where he had been, he supposed. He didn’t mind.

And all of this had only happened hours before Gerry would meet the second, well technically third witch in his life and would learn that he hadn’t been the only Keay to make a deal with a witch that day.

. @everythingisstardust

#nat writes #magical library au #gerry keay #michael distortion #helen distortion #spiral!siblings #not entirely happy with it but that happens I guess :v

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In Another World - T. Shelby Imagine Ch. 3.3

Paring: (Eventual) Thomas Shelby x Aliena Welsh (OC)

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Word Count: 4, 479

WARNINGS: Cursing

Summary: Aliena Welsh has been living in the universe of the show Peaky Blinders for 7 months now. Tommy and Aliena have worked out a bargain on how he should be dealing with his PTSD. Will it help him? Or will it just make everything awkward? Also, she travels to London with Ada, but ends up making a new acquaintance.

MASTERLIST CHAPTER 3.2 CHAPTER 4

A/N: This chapter and 3.2 are both considered extras. You can move onto chapter 4 without really reading them. I honestly wrote chapter 4 before 3.2 and 3.3. So, that will explain why Ch. 4 is a little different. THANKS FOR READING!

“Ali, wake up.”

Instantly, me eyes opened and Tommy was there towering over me with his hand on me shoulder.

“What?” I asked, kind of annoyed.

“Get in the bed. You have about 30 more minutes before you need to get up, all right?”

All I heard was get in the bed.

Say no more, sir, I will!

With me feet, I launched meself into his bed and pulled the covers over me body. Me left arm and neck ached like a mother, but I was determined to go back to sleep.

Through squinted eyes, I watched him leave and once he did, I closed me eyes.

When me eyes opened again, I checked the clock. I only had a minute left to myself. I sighed tiredly. I ruffled the front of me hair, playing with it a little bit then hauled myself up. I made up Tommy’s bed, then left.

I opened the door to me room, went in, and immediately walked to the mirror. I looked at me bruises. There was literally like no change. I sucked on me teeth before looking away.

‘What the kinel am I going to do now?’

I didn’t have another turtleneck dress. I huffed while shuffling through me clothes. There was absolutely nothing in me closet that would cover me neck. I picked a dress that had like a “mid-necklike.” It didn’t cover it fully, but it got most of it.

I got down on me knees, laid flat on the ground, and then pulled out me suitcases from under the bed. I opened them both up. I rummaged to find anything that resembled scarfs, and Lady Luck was on me side today ‘cause I found a couple!

I smiled in delight and chose the one that went best with me pale pink dress. I put it on, put back all the items I took out, and slid them underneath me bed. I got up only to take off the scarf because I had to do me hair.

Once I was done, I went downstairs. Polly was there, drinking her morning tea.

“G’morning, Pol.” I said while aiming for the stove.

“Mornin’, Ali.” Polly replied, “Today, I need you to go to get groceries.”

I nodded, but then it struck me. Lizzie’s been getting the groceries for John. I hummed while looking at Pol.

I started. “So, Polly about John’s groceries...?”

“Yes?”

“Last time I got them, the house was already packed.”

“What?” She asked loudly. I heard her cup clink on the table.

“Yeah. I think John found ‘imself a woman.”

“No shit!” Polly huffed before laughing. “Finally! I mean those kids of his have been needing a mother, Ali. They can’t have just you. Besides, you’re the nanny. Oh, I hope it’s someone who won’t break his heart. Did you see her?”

I couldn’t exactly lie to her outright. I mean this woman can tell when Tommy is lying, you think I’m gonna be the exception? Nah.

I nodded. “She had short black hair and was tall. Not taller than ‘im, but way taller than me. Like way taller.”

I heard her light a match then a puff. She chuckled. “Aliena, sorry to break it to you, but everyone is taller than you. Finn will end up passing you in a year!”

Oh, did that make her laugh!

I looked at her from the corner of me eye and made a “tch” sound.

She walked over to me with her arms open, so she could hug me. “Oh, I’m sorry. But you have to admit it. How short are you again?”

“5 feet.” I grumbled.

“What-? What was that?”

“5 feet.” I said clearer this time, but still soft.

Pol stepped away from me and patted my head.

“Ali, you’re only 5 feet?” Ada yelled while coming into the room.

I groaned loudly. I whispered to myself, “For fuck’s sake!”

“Yep, I’m only 5 feet and a quarter of an inch.” I said loudly.

A chair scraped against the floor. “Huh, how about that! I thought that you had to have been, what, 5’2. But, 5 feet, wow!”

“Yeah, shut it.”

Ada had a smug smile. I put her food down in front of her and then Polly’s. I had to finish making me own scran. Ada and Polly were talking. I was just swaying while cooking.

“Aliena, how would you like to have the day off?” Polly asked.

I twirled ‘round to face her. “Really?” The excitement practically dripped from me voice.

“Yeah. You and Ada should go into the city. Have a girls day! I’ll take care of the kids today.”

Me gaze shifted to Ada. Me excitement gone. She avoided me eyes. I sighed. “Okay, then! Thanks so much, Polly!”

I was halfway done with me scran when Polly got up and put her dishes in the sink. She walked over to the both of us and rubbed our shoulders before heading off.

I waited ‘til I heard the door slammed shut and then kicked Ada under the table.

“Ow!”

“What the hell are you roping me into, Ada?” It’s hard to shout and whisper at the same time! She wouldn’t look at me. “Is this about Freddie?”

Her eyes practically bulged out of her head. I poked the inside of me cheek with me tongue, folded me arms, and leaned back against me chair.

“Fuck, Ada! What do you need me for?”

“Pol has been watching me lately! She’s not falling for my stories, so I figured I’d start telling her that I want to spend days off with you. And hey, you get paid leave!” She smiled before getting up and putting her dishes in the sink. “C’mon. I’ll be with you ‘till the afternoon.”

I smoothed out me forehead, resting me elbows on the table.

I muttered. “You’re lucky that I needed to go and buy some new clothes.” I stabbed the fork in me omelet.

Ada and I took a train to London. We looked ‘round a few stores, but we were talking so much that I kept forgetting to buy clothes. True to her word, Freddie came to pick her up after we ate lunch. I was left all alone after that, sitting at a table sipping on hot chocolate.

Yeah, don't care for coffee or tea. So, I opt for hot chocolate. Luckily, it was always cold here, so I get to feel validated!

After finishing me drink, I went back into some of the stores that Ada and I went into. I bought three new dresses that had a turtleneck. I also bought two regular dresses and a nightgown. I would have bought some undergarments, but they were just too different and difficult for me to like understand. They did have cup sizes and yeah! I'm not going to explain it. I'm gonna need Polly or Ada for that adventure.

To be frank, walking around with no supervision was terrifying and liberating at the same time. I was deathly afraid of the possibility of a man dragging me into an alleyway and mug me or... yeah. However, it was also one of me rare moments where I'm being independent.

I was in London on me bill!

I was walking around with me new threads when I was tapped on me shoulder.

"Excuse me, can you help me?" The girl said with an American accent. She was absolutely beautiful despite the fact she looked absolutely bladdered.

"Ye wha?" I slipped out.

"What?"

I shook me head and said. "Sorry, um, I said Pardon. What did you need?"

She chuckled. "Oh, okay! You know I've never heard that accent before. Where's it from?"

As I answered I started taking in her appearance with more detail.

She had dirty blonde hair. "Liverpool. It's Liverpudlian. I can do an American accent, if you can't understand me!"

She was at least 2 to 3 inches taller than me and her eyes were blue.

"Really! I mean you don't have to do it, but I'd love to hear it."

She was quite thin. Her breasts were large, probably bigger than mine. Her body shape might be a pear like mine or maybe an hourglass.

I started to talk with an American accent. "Um, I don't know what to say. So, I'll just say Hi and how are you?"

Her makeup was smeared. Her eyes resembled a raccoon's and her lipstick dragged from the corner of her lip to the middle of her cheek. She had her heels in one hand, leaving her barefoot. Her hair had previously been kept up, but it was now mostly undone.

She giggled. "Oh my god! It's so good! Have you ever been to America? Is that why you're so good at it?"

I nodded. My analysis was over. "I lived there practically my whole life. I learned how to do this to like blend in. Kids are pretty vicious."

"Ugh! Adults too! I always get shit just because I don't have an English accent. I mean I wasn't born here, what do you expect? My dad was born here, though. We came here after my mom died and then he became an MP. So, I'm basically stuck here with no real fucking friends!"

She hummed while picking at the dirt under her fingernails. Then, she clapped and snapped her fingers. "Right! Can you help me get to the Ritz Hotel?"

I laughed and nodded. "Yeah, I can help you. Follow me. You were going the wrong direction, love."

I heard her mutter, "Fuck."

We started walking to the Ritz.

"So, what's your name? I'm Cassiopeia Johnson. But everyone just calls me Cassie."

"Aliena Welsh. So far my nickname has been Ali."

"Did you have a different nickname?"

"A friend who I considered to be my best friend used to call me Rosie. She said she would know I was coming because I brought the scent of roses with me." I smiled at the thought. It was a true story. The girl who I considered to be my best friend back home gave me that nickname because I would always buy rose fragrant stuff.

"How come she still isn't your best friend? Did you guys have a fight?"

"No, actually. It was because I moved here. It was a sudden move. I didn't even get the chance to say goodbye to her." I pretended to be saddened as I looked down at me hands.

Cassie put a hand on me shoulder. "Why don't you send her a letter or something?"

I shook me head before meeting her concerned gaze. "She's off becoming a nurse. I don't want to interrupt her with my drama."

She hummed and removed her hand from me shoulder.

"So, how far are we exactly from the hotel?" Cassie asked me.

I hummed as I wondered. "I think about 20 blocks. That's about a mile, I think."

She groaned loudly. "Fuck! God, that lame party was not worth all this." Cassie rubbed her face with one hand.

I smiled at the sight.

"How old are you, Ali?"

"I'm 16. I'll be turning 17 in January."

"Oh, really! How nice. I'm 17 too! I'm gonna be 18 in February. When? What day were you born? Maybe we have the same zodiac sign!"

I chuckled at her peppy attitude, I just told her me age and she forgot within a split second. "January 24th."

"This can't be real. Mine's the 10th! We're both Aquariuses. This has to be fate or something!" She clasped her hands together as if she was gonna pray.

That's when I gave her a face. I haven’t been around this much energy in a while!

She saw and stopped. "Sorry. I had a lot to drink last night."

I shook my head. "No, you're fine. It's just been a while since I've been around someone so cheerful. And someone who is crazy about horoscopes and zodiac signs. I had another friend who was like that. She used to swear up and down that she was an Gemini even though she was actually a Aries. I think her zodiac sign was correct."

Cassie nodded and smiled. "So, do you live here in London?" Her tone was meek and she kept twisting her hands.

"No. I live in Small Heath, Birmingham."

"Oh…"

There was a slight silence after that.

"Well," Cassie said, "you know where I'm staying at, so maybe if you want to chat sometime? We could?" Her face was red.

I laughed. "Yeah, I'd love to hang out. I work almost all week, though, so that'll be hard."

"You have a job?" She asked, quite shocked might I add.

"Yeah. My parents are dead, so I have to fend for myself. My bosses gave me a room in their house."

"That's just-! Wow! You know I always thought about teaching kids, or working in a flower shop if I ever needed to work. What is it that you do?"

"I'm a nanny-slash-maid. I take care of one of my employer's kids. I make sure they are fed, clothed, bathed. I teach them how to read and write. Then, I make sure that all my employers are fed and that the house all of us live in is clean. I don't do all of the cleaning in the house in its entirety. I get help from my female boss. Her name's Polly. Yeah, she basically splits up the work for me." While talking, I was gesturing with me hands and nodding me head a lot.

"Are they nice?"

"Yeah. Of course, they are. They have to be nice, if they don't want spit in their food." I looked at her and stuck out me tongue. We both laughed.

Cassie grabbed me arm and linked them together.

When I finally managed to deliver her to the hotel, she offered me a ride home. I took her offer. I had to wait for her to get dressed properly, though.

"So, you live here by yourself?" I shouted since she was in the shower.

"Yeah! I come here really on the weekends, or when I don't want to be near my dad! But believe me, Angelica's room is so much bigger." Cassie shouted over the running water.

"Who's Angelica?"

"Angelica Sallow! She's the daughter of Earl William Sallow! She's also been my friend here since I arrived. She's a nice enough girl, to be completely honest, but I don't know. She's so stuck up. She always goes on and on about never getting married. Or, the man needs to realize that he's beneath her for the relationship to work. I swear I pity the poor soul who falls for her. And God, don't even get me started on her shadow!" Cassie walked out with a towel wrapped around her body and another wrapped her hair.

I was sitting on a lounge chair with me feet up. "Too late, love! You already started. Get on with it!"

Cassie walked to her closet. "The name is Christiana King. She is the granddaughter of a Viscount. Angelica and Christiana have been since childhood, and it's known among high society that wherever Angie goes Tina is not too far."

I made the word "Wow" with my lips, but didn't say anything.

"I know right." Cassie said while buttoning up her dress. "Sometimes, I get the feeling that they are more than just friends. If you get what I'm saying."

I instantly tensed up. The next thing she says will determine if I ghost her or not. "And so what if they were?"

She shrugged. "I think it's Tina that likes Angie. But Angie is straight, she's been with a guy or two in secret. Meanwhile, Tina has never been with one! Even if they wanted to be in a relationship, they probably never could. High Society is too strict about a woman's image for them not to be married off. Or, they’ll have to be married off for political gain."

She passed.

"That's true. Poor Tina, then."

"Yes, poor Tina. You know, I've talked more to you than anyone else these past few years. I mean it's so easy to open up to you."

I nodded as I had me head tipped back on the chair. "Well, it's easier for people to rant when it's to a stranger." No consqeunces, usually.

Cassie laughed. "Oh, come now! Don't say that! We're not strangers anymore. I've told you loads of things." She paused for a moment. "I know, it's because you haven't shared anything. How about you get something off your chest?"

I brought me head back up and faced her. I had to sit on me knees in the chair to look at her though.

We talked the whole walk too. I felt a real bond with her. I mean if we decide to stay friends, then she'll be me first one here.

"Alright!" I said. "Let's see… Oh, well I find one of my bosses attractive."

Cassie gasped. "No way!"

"Yep! Oh, Cassie, if you'd only seen him. He is so fit! His eyes are so dreamy and his cheekbones are so defined!"

"Aliena, how old is he?"

"He's 28. We're 12 years apart."

"Huh, not too bad. By my luck, I'll never meet a decent guy and will be married to a guy three times my age."

"Eee!" I exclaimed in disgust.

She gave me the same face.

"Well, are you gonna pursue him?" She asked while doing her makeup.

"I don’t want to make the first move. Plus, I'd doubt he'd even see me in that way. He's not exactly an open book, ya know. So, you have to be slow and patient with him. He's barely let me in like a month ago and we've known each for seven months now. But you know what, that makes sense. I mean the man is 28 and if we did get chummy fast, that would've been weird, to say the least."

"That's true. But can't say it would be illegal. Age of consent is 16 here."

"Maybe so, but it goes against a lot of social constructs and moral values and ethical principles of our modern society."

We both hummed.

"Would you mind being with a 28 year old?" I asked.

"Nope. I wouldn't even mind a 38 year old as long as he was good-looking and wealthy." She smiled at me through the mirror.

Me mouth fell open in shock. The corners of me mouth turned into a smile. "Cassie, you're my fucking soulmate!"

We started having a big 'ol laughing fit.

When we calmed down, I said. "But I'm still not going to do anything! I admit he's very attractive, but he is my boss. I need this job and helping him find happiness is completely fine with me."

"Aw, aren't you a saint!" Cassie exclaimed, quite sarcastically.

"Was that sarcasm, Cassie?"

She stuck her tongue out at me.

I scoffed playfully! “Oh, I don’t play with sarcasm!"

I leaped for her and she screamed. Let's just say the fight ended in a draw. Yeah, a nice tie!

When we finished, we went down and Cassie had her car running to take me home. I felt pity for the driver who was probably waiting for a good two hours.

'I've done this loads of times. I've relinquished all of me troubles and secrets to a person who claims they want to be me bestest of all best friends, only for us never to contact each other again. It's disappointing, but again- I'm used to it.'

I hopped out of her car and waved her goodbye.

"Next time, I won't go for the back of your knees!" Cassie yelled.

"Ta' even though we both know that's a cheap shot."

She stuck her tongue at me and I did the same. Then, she left and I watched. A weird pit in me stomach formed.

'It sucks to get used to something so sad. I really just wanted that movie trope kind of best friend, but I never had it before. I wanted Cassie to be it. But only time will tell.'

I sighed heavily, kicking a pebble before turning around and unlocking the door. I heard the sound of shoes against the floor, but I didn't pay attention to it.

“And where the fuck have you been?” Polly shouted.

Me eyes almost came out of me head. She was yelling at me.

“Wha-?”

“Do you realize what time it is? Do you?”

“I, uh. Innit about 8?”

“It’s 10 pm, Aliena. 10 pm!”

I pursed me lips while looking down at me shoes. “Oh…” I let out a nervous chuckle.

“Oh. All she says is ‘Oh’.”

Tommy cleared his throat. “Ali, Ada said she lost you while youse were shopping. What ‘appened?”

I looked at Ada. She was biting her nails with her gaze trained away from me.

The little-!

I sighed, tightly closing me eyes before making up at lie. “Yeah, something caught me eye at a different shop. I just went out of the shop we were in without even realizing it. When I went back, she was already gone. Then, there was this girl who needed help with directions and I helped her out and I made a friend. She gave me a ride home.” I was switching me weight on each leg, bouncing like a divvy.

Thomas sighed. A ciggie in his hands. “There you have it, Pol. She made a friend.”

The crowd dispersed while Polly walked over to me. She put her hands on me arms. “Never run off by yourself like that again. Understand me?” She said.

I nodded. “Never again.”

Polly pulled me into her arms and hugged me.

“Go on. Go to bed.” She pushed me towards the staircase while a hand flew to her mouth, covering it.

I did as she wanted.

I was just abar done brushing out the tangles in me hair when there was a knock on me door.

“Come in.” I said.

The door opened ‘n Tommy walked in. I gave him a tight lipped smile.

He cleared his throat. “Are we doing this therapy thing t’night, or?”

“Yeah. Yep.” I put down me hairbrush and started walking toward him.

Tommy curtly nodded, turned ‘round, and walked into his room.

I’m not going to lie. It was very awkward.

Very stiffy, he sat down on his bed while I stood there, kinda just watchin’. Then, he rolled over to his side and laid down.

Once he did, I found me same spot. I sat down at his bedside, me arms folded and resting on a sliver of space on the bed.

I barely opened me mouth to start talking when I was rudely interrupted.

“No. I don’t like this. Get on the bed. I can’t have you falling asleep there like last time.”

He grabbed me arms and started pulling me into the bed.

I reflexively snickered. “Wait! Wait.”

“What?” He asked with his beautiful, enchanting eyes staring up at me.

I was standing on me knees on the bed, his hands still on me arms.

“Can I be on the other side?” I asked.

He blinked rapidly. “Why?”

“I don’t like sleepin’ so close to the door. If someone comes in, you’ll die first, then me.” I shook me head as if that was the most obvious piece of information that everyone knew.

Tommy laughed. He actually laughed at me. “Yeah, whatever. Fine by me.”

He let go of me arms and started shuffling back to where he originally laid. I, on the other hand, climbed over his lap to get where I wanted.

Once I was there, I sat criss-cross applesauce style with me hands in me lap. It was just for safety reasons. I didn’t want him to accidentally see me undies.

A silence enveloped the room.

I huffed before deciding to start talking. “Ok! The friend I made today was a girl around my age. Her name is Cassie ‘n she’s staying at the Ritz Hotel. It’s a real classy joint. Made me feel small, but whatever. She’s really air-headed like I coulda been a thief and nicked some of her stuff, but she let me into her room without a thought. But, you know a lot of people back home always told me that I looked really innocent despite me ‘aving a resting bitch face.”

Tommy snorted.

“It’s not funny!” I pushed him. “Kids at school wouldn’t talk to me ‘cause I intimidated them. Anyway, she told me that her dad is an MP.” His eyes darted to meet me own.

I scoffed and pushed him again. “You liked that bit, didn’t cha? Geez. Focus on going to sleep, dummy. Close your eyes. Go on! Close them.”

Tommy scooted his body down and did as I said.

“She was really nice. I don’t know if we’ll actually be friends, though. It would be nice. We got along really well, but could’ve been fake. You never really know when people are fake until after you shared a moment with them, if that makes any sense? Yeah.”

I didn’t know what to say after that, so I started to hum for a little while.

“Oh, I’ll try singing a song. And before you try resisting, it’s not any song that you would know. So, just shut up and listen.”

Just then an evil thought ran across me mind.

‘I’m not gonna lie. I’m dying in the inside!’

“Happy or sad, Tommy?” Me nails were digging into me palms. I was trying so hard not to tick. It would either be a bunch of snaps or I’ll clap me hands wildly. However, I didn’t stop the grin on me face.

His eyes never opened. “Sad.”

I instantly hated meself ‘cause the way this man said that one simple word broke me heart.

I cleared me throat and racked me mind for a sad song. I couldn’t really decide on one, so I went with my default which was “Bitches Broken Hearts” by Billie Eilish. I went onto sing “Crazy” by Patsy Cline and “Summertime Sadness” by Lana Del Rey. Then, I sang “I’m Not The Only One” by Sam Smith, and let me tell you even though I had fun singing it- it was still embarrassing ‘cause me voice kept cracking at some of the high and low notes.

I sang “ilomilo” by Billie Eilish. For me unexpected “final” song, I sang “The One That Got Away” by Katy Perry.

Even though I was sure he was asleep, I still sang until it was more yawns than lyrics. The difference was that I was singing anything I wanted. Since I was already singing Katy Perry, I sang “Teenage Dream.”

Me final song was “Boyfriend” by Best Coast. I gave up halfway, laid down, and fell asleep.

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hopesangelsprite · 3 years

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Sin City | KSJ (1/?)

Pairing: Demon!Receptionist!Seokjin x Reader

Summary: In a world were angels and demons co-exist with humans, an angel meets the most beautiful yet dangerous demon in the world... her brother’s bestfriend. (Slight crack tbh)

There were three kinds of people in this world:

Angels. Demons. And Humans.

Angels were pure-hearted, kind souls who spent their days bringing joy and purpose to peoples’ lives. They were generous and caring, but, most importantly, they were accepting. No matter who or what you were, they didn’t care. They loved you all the same.

Demons, however, were opposites of Angels. They were known for causing mischief and discord. The nights and shadowy places were where they thrived the most. They were top-notch manipulators, whispering lies and truths here and there. Making it impossible to tell which was which.

Humans were just… in between. They were neither good nor bad. They could be moral when they wanted to be, but if they wanted something and you stood in their way, they proved to be incredibly ruthless. The lives of Humans tended to be influenced by the people they lived with. A Human, who was around more angelic folk, was more compassionate and benign. Humans who held the company of the more demonic sort were mostly cruel and malevolent.

Cadence King was born a pureblooded Angel to Nicolai and Charity King during the Winter Solstice of 2002. Unlike her dark-haired and brown-eyed parents, she had snow-white curls and mismatched blue and green eyes. Her mother, who had been told that she was physically incapable of bearing a child and thought that her caring Cadence was a miracle from Heaven above, was ecstatic when she held her tiny baby girl for the first time. The couple vowed to raise her as lovingly as they possibly could.

And they did… until a fateful summers night in Daegu stole them away from this world. Mr. and Mrs. King had been killed in a mugging, leaving poor little Cadence orphaned and alone on the night of her fifth birthday. There were no living relatives to take her in, so she was placed into foster care with the Min family.

The Mins were a four people family that consisted of Mr. Min, Mrs. Min, and their sons, Junki and Yoongi. Although the Mins were Demons, they accepted Cadence into their family and treated her like she was their own. Junki and Yoongi, who were 17 and 15 at the time, watched over her as overprotective brothers tend to do. They taught her all kinds of Martial Arts and made sure that she was able to defend herself when it was time for them to leave for college a few years later.

Mr. and Mrs. Min focused all of their time and resources on Cadence’s training and studies after their youngest son, Yoongi, left to study music in the city. They raised her to be a responsible and thoughtful child. She was obedient, kind, and beloved by all who knew her. As she grew older, she remained well-mannered and intelligent. Soon, it would be time for her to leave home just as her brothers before her had.

* TIME SKIP TO PRESENT DAY / THE REST OF THE STORY WILL BE IN CADENCE’S POV *

I stared out the train’s large window in boredom. Trees and meadows passed by in green blurs as we zoomed through the countryside. Earlier this morning, my mother and father had helped me finish packing my suitcases and put me on the train with sweet goodbye, from my mom, and a stern ‘be careful’, from my dad. I had finally turned 18 a week ago, and mom and dad made a phone call to Yoongi asking if I would be able to stay with him in Seoul. He’d agreed and now I was 15 minutes away from seeing the brother I hadn’t seen in 10 years. Yoongi had left on bad terms and he promised to stay away until he was ready to come home. Yoongi was always good at keeping his promises.

I sighed before unlocking my phone and checking my recent messages. As usual, they were filled with threats from my crazy ex I’d dated when I was 16. It started pretty well until he hit me. He promised he’d never do it again, but he did over and over and over again. After the eighth time, I left him for good and told him that if he ever came near again, he’d have my brothers to deal with. He stayed away physically but continued to threaten me to come back to him.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, we’ll be arriving at Seoul National Station in five minutes. I repeat, five minutes.”, the voice of the elderly conductor informed from above. As if on cue, a message from Yoongi came through saying that he wouldn’t be picking me up because of his daily 3:45 nap. I rolled my eyes and began readying myself for the exit soon to come.

Within the next ten minutes, I was in a cab on my way to Yoongi’s. The city of Seoul was beautiful and diverse in many ways. Groups of Angels, Demons, and Humans socialized amongst each other peacefully. Street performers attracted cheering crowds and healthy tips. Food trucks and venues filled areas with delicious smells and dishes. A small bit of happiness filled my chest. This was my new home!

Soon the cab stopped at a luxury condo in the heart of the city. After paying my fare, I collected my things and made my way inside. At the front desk, a beautiful receptionist sat quietly clicking on the keys of his keyboard. I walked to the desk causing him to lift his head and display a million-dollar smile. “Hello, love. Welcome to Seoul Condominiums, how may I help you today?”, he inquired in a velvety voice. “Hi… Seokjin! I-I’m here to see my brother Min Yoongi.”, I responded softly after reading his nametag receiving a nod from him.

He picked up a sleek black phone from the desk and, after punching in a few numbers, put it to his ear. After a short wait, he spoke into the phone. “Hello, Mr. Min!... Your sister is here to see you. Shall I send her up?... Of course, Mr. Min.”, he spoke. Giving me a bright smile, he put the phone back and smiled. “Up you go, love. He’s in suite 777.”, he informed before helping me into the elevator. After a short ride, I found myself in front of a door that had the number ‘777’ in beautiful gold font displayed on it. I knocked but received no answer. I raised my hand to knock again, but as soon as my fist collided with the door, it slightly opened.

I frowned in confusion and worry before opening it fully and dragging my luggage in. I looked around in the beautifully furnished condo, hoping to catch a glimpse of my older brother. “Hello? Yoongi? Where are you?!”, I called out whilst taking a step forward. The hairs on my neck stood to attention and adrenaline filled my veins. I quickly sidestepped, narrowly avoiding being tackled by a dark hooded figure. I dropped to the ground and put my knee on the person’s chest before unmasking them.

Underneath me laid a very pale and very proud male. “Looks like you maintained your training pretty well, little one.”, Yoongi drawled out in a voice that I didn’t recognize. I stood and assisted him in getting to his feet before taking his face in my hands. I gazed at the boy who used to have chubby cheeks and horrible acne. Now his face was strong and defined with pale, clear skin. He was a bit taller, too.

“Who are you and what have you done with my Yoonie?”, I asked with a soft smile. He chuckled before pulling me into a warm hug. “I missed you too, little one.”, he cooed. I sighed with content before pulling away smacking his arm and glaring. “Don’t ever try to scare me again. I could’ve hurt you, bro.”, I demanded causing him to chuckle and roll his eyes.

After picking up my luggage for me and leading to my new room, Yoongi helped me unpack my stuff. It went relatively fast mostly because I didn’t have a lot of stuff. I sat on my bed and looked around. The room was twice as large as my old bedroom with a connecting bathroom. Yoongi had had it painted baby blue, and he’d personally hung little cotton clouds from the ceiling that glowed a soft blue. He’d gotten me a large California King canopy bed with white curtains and a blue bed set to match the walls. He’d even installed Tik Tok lights!

“You did this all on your own?”, I asked. He nodded and sat in the hanging egg chair across from my bed. “I had a little help from a friend with choosing the color scheme, but it was mostly me. I don’t know if mom and dad told you this, but I’m gonna spoil the hell out of you here. Just a small warning before.”, he spoke proudly. I chuckled and nodded.

Suddenly, a familiar voice called out, “Come out, you sleepy bastard! I brought you food that I slaved over, so you better be hungry.”. Yoongi stood and pulled me up afterward before dragging me into the spacious living area. There stood the handsome receptionist from earlier. Instead of his work attire, he was dressed in black ripped jeans and a pastel pink button up. His hair had changed, too. The blonde tresses had been transformed from a sleek and elegant look to messy bangs that screamed danger.

Upon our entrance, he glared at Yoongi. “There you are! Boy, do I have words for you. Did you make your sister carry all that heavy shit from the train station?! I know damn good and well I raised a gentleman and most definitely not a fool!”, he raved angrily. Yoongi muttered something along the lines of ‘loud-mouth ass’ causing the blonde to pause his rant and look at Yoongi with wild and incredulous eyes. “Did… did you just BACKTALK ME?!! AH HELL NAH! UH UH! NO! NOT TODAY! I’M FINNA WHOOP YO ASS RIGHT NOW!!!”, he snapped before setting the bags down and lunging at my brother.

I stepped aside and watched as he put my brother in a chokehold whilst pulling his hair. “Cadence! Help! Me!”, Yoongi managed to choke out causing his attacker to look around until his eyes met mine. He paused before dropping my brother and approaching me. “I’m so sorry you had to witness that, love! I’m Seokjin, by the way. Welcome to Sin City on behalf of me! Let’s have lunch together sometime!”, he spoke before reaching down to grasp my hand before pressing a kiss to it.

What the actual fuck had I gotten myself into?

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whatcouldgowrong-ohthat · 4 years

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Us and Andie Ch. 13

Summary: Bucky works as an Avenger because it’s what’s right. He feels he has sins he’ll never be able to make up for, but he’ll spend the rest of his life trying. However, his life takes an unexpected turn when he comes across Andie, the daughter of recently divorced Y/N. The life he had once “maintained” in hopes of surviving changes as his heart warms for a tough-as-nails nurse and her wonderful daughter.

Pairing: Bucky x Singleparent!Reader

Word Count: 3276 words

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A/N: Victims come from all experiences. Sometimes we can’t tell who they are at first glance and it takes time to understand where they’re coming from. If you ever need someone to talk to, know my inbox is always open.

“None of this makes sense.” Y/N flopped onto Angie’s bed, covering her face with her arms.

Ciara snorted, taking a sip of her tea as she took a seat straddling Angie’s desk chair. She propped her arms against the back, reminding Y/N, “Girl, we live in a time where we see iron-men flying through the sky. Some of our best protectors are Gods, centurions, and a Hulk, remember?”

“Mutants like your little girl are getting more common every day and you got it in your head that a little male attention is weird.” Angie shook her head, handing Y/N the cup of hot chocolate she had requested.

“Okay, but!” Y/N sat up, warming her hands with the mug. “The male attention is coming from one of the previously mentioned centurions. That is weird.”

Angie immediately leaned forward, unable to hide her highly entertained smile. “That’s still a thing?” She saw the way Y/N avoided her gaze, suddenly fascinated with her hot chocolate. “Y/N? What are you hiding?”

“Can we stop acting like teenagers?” Y/N stood, immediately leaving the room with her two friends hot on her heels. “I swear, I thought we left high school behind a while ago.”

Ciara and Angie shared a look before turning back to Y/N. “We’re nurses. Gossiping is in our blood.”

“Well, leave me out of it.”

“Y/N, I say this as your friend,” Ciara told her. “You are allowed to feel something. You are allowed to like a guy and pursue something. Especially when it’s someone who adores Andie and you as much as Bucky does.”

Y/N sighed. “I know. I know I do and I know you’re right. Both of you are and that’s why…Bucky and I…” She felt heat rise in her cheeks, knowing very well that she was probably as red as the mug in her hands. “We’re trying.”

If there was a way to describe the look Ciara and Angie had given her, Y/N wished she knew what it was. The two girls looked like they had dislocated their jaws. Their eyes seemed about ready to pop out of their skulls. And it made Y/N laugh harder than she had in a long time.

Angie was the first to recover, smiling when she saw Y/N look so happy. “There’s our girl’s smile. I thought you lost it for a while there.”

Y/N faltered, still smiling but no longer laughing. She set the mug down and Ciara saw the tears in her eyes. “Oh, honey…What is it?”

Y/N wanted to tell them everything instead of the bullshit lies that Everett and Tony told her to use instead. They were trying to keep things on the down low. And while Y/N understood that, she hated lying. She hated that she had to use a week’s worth of PTO so that her body healed enough where the biggest question was: What happened to your head? Shaking her head, she provided a weak, half-hearted lie, “I just haven’t been sleeping well.”

Ciara and Angie shared a look. They knew they could call her out, question her until she decided to tell them the truth. But they weren’t those kinds of friends. They understood that there were somethings Y/N just wasn’t ready to talk about. So, instead of prying, they squeezed Y/N into an obnoxious hug, earning a groan.

“Owwww.”

“Shut up, you love it.”

“Just like we love you.”

However, the sweet moment was caught short when Ciara caught sight of the time on the stove. “Oh shit, who’s getting Andie?”

Y/N’s ears turned a bright pink. “Uh...about that...”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-

The hustle and bustle of New York’s complex streets filled Bucky’s ears, but it was nothing compared to the excited squeals coming from Andie’s school. The kids had been let out, running to family members and ready to take on the rest of their day. He didn’t remember a time when he was that young. Perhaps it was because so much time had gone by, but he was okay with it.

Especially when he saw the look on Andie’s face when she spotted him.

She ran ahead, waving goodbye to her friends and joining his side. “Bucky! I didn’t know you were picking me up!”

Bucky laughed as she adjusted the cap on her head, her free hand taking his. “Would you rather Birdbrain?”

Andie’s nose scrunched up. “Nah, but where’s mom?”

“She is taking a day for herself. Something I think we can both agree she needs, right?”

Andie couldn’t nod fast enough, earning a smile. Bucky chuckled, flicking the cap and earning a pout from her. His gaze shifted, looking at the other kids for the briefest moment.

And that’s when he saw some familiar faces.

“Andie, aren’t those your brothers?”

Andie looked over her shoulder and nodded. There they were with their mom – Lori. She hadn’t seen her since the aquarium. “Yeah. Lori looks a lot happier than the last time we saw her.”

That piqued Bucky’s interest. He studied her, recalling that day at the aquarium. Even though it was colder now, she wasn’t covering everything like she had that day. Her hair was natural now instead of the almost too-straight style she had worn before. If Andie hadn’t pointed out who it was, he doubted he would have recognized her.

She looked happy for someone whose husband was arrested. Knowing that…it gave him an idea.

“Andie…” He crouched in front of her. “I need to talk to Lori for a second.”

Andie raised an eyebrow until she saw that look in his eyes. She didn’t need to be told that this was about her dad. She just knew. Nodding, she took a seat on the nearby bench as Bucky approached the three.

“Um…Lori? Right? Lori Creed?”

She looked up, surprise clear in her features when she recognized who was talking to him. “Uh…”

“Mom, that’s the Winter Soldier!”

Lori’s smile didn’t reach her eyes as she looked down at the older of her sons. “I know, Elijah. Why don’t you two go over there and play for a bit, okay?”

Elijah glanced at Bucky, a part of him clearly wanting to introduce himself. However, he simply took his brother’s hand and tugged him towards their group of friends. Lori watched them, unable to bring herself to look at Bucky as she asked, “This is about Ethan, isn’t it?”

“Please, tell Y/N how sorry I am.”

“I will,” Bucky promised. The two had been talking for a bit, sitting on a bench and watching Elijah and Theo. Andie was working on her homework and listening to music, a level of patience that Bucky really appreciated in this moment. “Can I just ask why you helped him?”

Lori looked down at her folded arms. “Honestly? When you know you have no control over your life, you cling to the idea that maybe you have a say. It’s just survival.” Bucky was silent. Though he’d never been married, never been abused like Y/N or Lori, he could find a way to understand that. “I hadn’t even realized how much he influenced everything until he was gone. The clothes I wore, my hair, what I ate and how much…” She shook her head. “He used to tell me how angry Y/N would make him, and I was just relieved that I was never her. He made her sound so horrible. I didn’t realize it was really him until it was too late. By then, we had the boys and the type of abuse wasn’t the same. It was…I felt like I didn’t have a right to think I was being controlled or abused. I didn’t want to believe I was a victim.”

“Until he was gone?”

She nodded, a single tear slipping down her cheek and quickly getting wiped away. “So please, let her know I am so sorry.”

Nothing was said for a moment.

“I hate to ask this, but…could you do Y/N and Andie a favor?”

Lori looked at him. “I guess it would depend on what it was.”

Bucky glanced at Andie. A friend had joined her and the two were talking. She looked so happy to the rest of the world, but he saw the signs. She’d lost weight during the last week and her eyes had lost that shine. She smiled, but very rarely did it ever reach her eyes anymore. He had to try so hard to make her laugh more than a little giggle. And her sleep…Y/N had told him about how Andie spent almost every night in her bed now. He wanted to do anything he could to ease that burden and help her in some way. “Ethan is currently locked up, but you know the connections he has.”

Lori was silent. She knew all too well.

“A member of the CIA wants them to testify against Ethan and the others who…” He swallowed, clenching his jaw. He didn’t want to remember that night’s events. “Y/N refuses to have Andie testify.”

“Of course. She’s already been through so much.”

“Exactly. But they feel Y/N won’t be enough because of her personal history with Ethan.”

Lori looked at him, understanding what he was getting at. “You want me to tell them what I knew?”

“Then we can get all three of them sent to a facility where they’ll be locked away forever. You’ll never have to worry about Ethan coming back. It’ll be you and your kids. You’ll be safe.”

Lori turned back to her sons. They were laughing. There was so much hope there. Ethan had yet to do much damage to either of them. And she wanted to keep it that way. “But won’t they arrest me? For helping?”

“I’ll make sure they won’t. They’ll understand you were a victim just like Y/N.”

Lori drew her lip between her teeth, as if nervous to give an answer. He could understand being nervous. She was finally feeling freedom and he was asking her to face Ethan again.

“I wouldn’t be asking this if it wasn’t one of our best options.”

Lori nodded, squeezing her hands tightly. “Let me think about it?”

Bucky’s heart sunk. But he refused to give up, clinging to a bit of hope. “Okay. Let me give you my number in case you want to help.”

-.-.-.-.-.-

“So what were you two talking about?” Andie asked, trying to talk around the massive bite of pizza she had taken.

“I wanted to check in and see how she was doing after everything.” Bucky knew better than to voice everything to her. No matter how much older she acted, Andie was still a child. Changing the subject, he asked, “How was school?”

Andie shrugged. “Boring, but Mom thinks it’s good for me to get back to a routine.”

“Is that what she told you?”

“She didn’t have to.”

Bucky chuckled. “Sometimes I forget how smart you are, Rainbow.”

She didn’t bother to hide her smirk. It was cocky and, in that moment, she looked almost as arrogant as Tony. “I know.”

“Okay, no more hanging out with Tony unsupervised.”

Andie rolled her eyes, but chose not to argue. Instead, they went back to Y/N’s new apartment. It was in the same building as Bucky, but a couple floors below. Tony had pulled a few strings and was paying the difference, refusing to let Y/N argue because he felt it was the least that they could do. Truthfully, Bucky liked having them closer. He knew they were safe here. It was a better neighborhood, the layout was safer, and the overall space was bigger, allowing them to have some privacy.

The lock slipped open and Andie ran inside, making a beeline for the kitchen. The almost open concept of this apartment wasn’t like the other. The kitchen was massive, separated by the living room only by a bar. Y/N’s old couch was replaced by a larger one deemed big enough to fit the Avengers that seemed to constantly be checking up on them. “Didn’t I buy you pizza a few minutes ago?”

“Maybe,” she told him, reaching for the cabinet to pull out some M&Ms. He shook his head as she filled a small bowl, knowing this was a normal routine for her. She went to the living room and pulled out the rest of her homework, getting to work. “Are you staying for dinner tonight?”

He paused, his mind immediately jumping back to that morning when Andie had snuck into Y/N’s room and caught the two innocently cuddling. While they were able to downplay it and assure Andie that nothing had happened, it seemed she was just waiting for them to tell her when they were “officially” dating. “That is a question for your mom, Rainbow.”

Andie nodded before looking over her shoulder. “Why do you keep calling me that?”

Bucky smirked, pulling out stuff to make food as a surprise for Y/N when she got back. “Are you really asking me that?”

“Really really.”

Bucky snorted, remembering when they had watched Shrek the other day. “I’ll let you figure that out.” He turned to preheat the oven, surprised when he was met with silence. Normally Andie always had some little quip to say in retaliation. Turning around, panic stirred in his chest when he didn’t see her in the living room. “Andie? Where are you?” He left the kitchen, food forgotten, as he looked around the living room. She was no where visible around the couch, loveseat, or coffee table. His stomach twisted. “Fuck, Andie, come on! Where are you?”

His mind started racing, imagining the worst. “Andie!” He checked the halls, their rooms, and still found nothing. The only place left was the balcony. “Andie?” He stepped out, looking around at the hanging chair, plants, and hoping that maybe she would just magically appear.

Click.

Bucky froze, closing his eyes. Did he just… Turning on his heel, he saw nothing at first. But then that familiar rainbow hue glowed from her skin and she reappeared. Andie was smirking, arms crossed and head tilted up as he walked right up to the door. There was absolutely no fear in her eyes. Only a glimmer of far too much amusement at her trick being successful.

He tried the door, finding it locked. Of course it was. “Andie, open the door.”

She cupped her ear, silently asking: What was that?

Bucky bit the corner of his mouth, trying to hide his smile. It had been a while since he’d seen her so at ease. Pointing at the handle, he waited.

But she made no move.

“I’m not breaking the door.”

“Then tell me why you call me ‘Rainbow’.”

Bucky pursued his lips, crossing his arms. He was at a standoff with a kid.

Because this was normal now.

“Andie, come on.”

She shook her head, mouthing an obnoxious, “Noooooope.”

Bucky sighed, running a hand over his face. It wasn’t until he heard the sound of the front door that he breathed a sigh of relief. He immediately recognized Y/N’s form, but was surprised when he saw two others. It took him a moment to remember Ciara, but the other was still a stranger. “Um…help?” he called, earning the attention of all three women.

There was silence as they seemed to piece together what had happened. “Did she really?” Ciara looked at Y/N who was already shaking her head, hiding her smile with her hand.

“I absolutely did!”

Angie laughed, unable to wrap her head around the fact that a kid was able to trick the Winter Soldier. “Oh, that is amazing.”

Y/N hurried to the door, unlocking it and letting him in. Bucky smiled at her, barely suppressing the urge to kiss her. “Give me one second,” he told her before settling his gaze on Andie.

The shrillest squeal slipped from Andie’s lips as she took off running. Y/N yelped, ducking out of the way as her daughter leapt over the back of the couch with Bucky right on her heels. “Please, don’t break anything,” Y/N shouted as they ran into the hall. She heard the obnoxiously loud sound of Bucky’s shoulder colliding with a wall. It earned a wince from all three women, but that reaction was short lived.

Angie gave Y/N a look, grinning like the cat that ate the canary as she crossed her arms. “So this is the new normal, huh?”

“Shut up.” She pointed to Ciara before she even got a chance to say anything. “You too. Not a word.”

BAM!

Y/N flinched, immediately pressing a hand to her stomach. She held up the other, silencing the two women before they even had a chance to speak. Instead, they parroted, “Not a word.”

Bucky closed the door to Andie’s bedroom, coming to join Y/N back on the couch after having carried the girl to bed. He smiled as she immediately curled into his side, her head finding comfort right over his heart. Bucky couldn’t bring himself to say anything, shocked that she found herself so at ease with his arm. “I was thinking,” she whispered, fingers lightly tracing along his chest. “We should set Sam and Ciara up on a date.”

“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow, always entertained by this side of Y/N. She was much more vocal in opinions she normally kept to herself. Like setting up another nurse with an Avenger. “What happened to the different lifestyles thing?”

“It’s different,” she mumbled, giggling softly. “She works in the ER. Her skills work for you guys.”

Chuckling more to himself, Bucky said, “Alright. I’m sure I can get Sam onboard.”

Silence fell and Bucky started mindlessly watching the tv, as he listened to her breathing. It was nice to know that he brought her enough comfort to relax. Maybe even keep the nightmares at bay. His metal arm lightly traced along her back and arm as his cheek found comfort on top of her head. It wasn’t until he heard her breathing start to even out, that he thought she needed to go to bed. He smiled, kissing the top of her head. “You’re going to fall asleep here, Doll.”

She mumbled something incoherent, cuddling more into his side as she wrapped her arm around his waist. “Y/N,” he whispered, nose brushing against her hairline. “Sweetheart.”

“You’re too cozy. I blame you for this,” she murmured, earning a deep laugh.

“I think you’re the first person to tell me that.”

Half asleep and without a filter to stop herself, she said, “Hopefully the last.”

Bucky froze when he heard that, hiding his smile in her hair. He wouldn’t comment or question that, finding it too sweet to take away from the moment. No, for now he would keep that to himself. “Y/N, what about Andie?”

“Andie’s too smart,” she murmured, most of her voice muffled by his shirt.

“Doll…” If it were any other situation, he would simply fall asleep and not think about what happens in the morning. But he knew holding Y/N to her sleepy comments was not a good idea. So instead, he picked her up and carried her to her room.

The balancing act that required opening the door and tucking her in had become far too normal for him during his time with her. In fact, it had become part of their normal routine. As he pulled the covers up to her chin, he watched her immediately cuddle into the thick covers like a small child. He smiled, crouched in front of her and wordlessly brushing her hair out of her face. “You are going to be the death of me, Doll. There’s no stopping it.”

-.-.-.-.-.- A/N Pt. 2: More fluff this chapter than there has been in a while. Sorry that this chapter is on the shorter side, but we got a lot of fluff and story progress coming up.

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platypanthewriter · 4 years

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Finished!

Here’s part one if you need it!

The server sat down plates of pancakes, hashbrowns, and eggs, and Will grabbed the plate of hashbrowns. He tried to grab Steve’s coffee, and Billy snagged it away.

The ceramic was too hot against his palms, but Will still had his jacket, so Billy clenched his jaw and squeezed his hands around the mug. The air conditioning blew around as the door opened, and Billy shivered, and took a sip of the coffee, rather than try and pull his jacket on and elbow Steve Harrington in the face. Glancing over as he took another swig, he noticed Steve watching him.

Steve skewered a breakfast sausage on his fork, and slid it between his lips.

Billy scrambled to hold the menu up, hiding his laughter. With the temptation hidden, he could focus better on Will’s earnestly sleepy monologue, and he leaned around to check the time.

“...it’s nearly three am,” Billy told Steve, after checking twice. “You really got all night to sit here and talk to me?” He sat the coffee mug down, and Steve slipped his fingers under Billy’s and slid the mug back towards him, spinning it in quarter-turns against the table.

“Can’t think of much better to do.” He glanced up at Billy’s face, taking a big bite of hashbrowns.

Billy opened his mouth to say something, but Will suddenly crumpled up the elf metal shirt he’d been wearing on the table, and buried his face in it.

Steve tried to finish chewing the half-hashbrown he’d shoved in his mouth, frowning at Billy, and Billy nodded, reaching out to poke Will’s elbow. “You tired, kid?”

“Nooo,” Will mumbled, then raised his head, rubbing his eyes. “I just—it’s dumb.”

“You’re dumb,” Steve retorted, and Billy elbowed him, and stole the coffee back. “You—what’s wrong? You wanna go?”

“No,” Will took a deep breath, and then rolled his shoulders and lied, “It’s, uh, it’s nothing. It’s fine—”

“Out with it,” Billy growled, grabbing a straw, yanking the end off the paper, and blowing it at him. Steve snorted and choked himself, and grabbed Billy’s hand to sip at the coffee mug in it. His lips were warm.

Will shook his head, grinning down at the shirt. “No, it’s—you—you guys are fine. You—you’re just as—you’re—” He said, laughing, and took a shaky breath. “Th-thank you for helping me, I’m so—happy—”

“Yeah, you sound real happy,” Billy muttered, crossing his arms, and sticking the straw in his mouth.

“I am!” Will snorted wetly. He pulled the new Dicks shirt he had on up to rub the edge over his face.

“Thought Billy here showed you a good time,” Steve asked, clearing his throat and washing down his hashbrowns with more coffee. Billy snorted, coughing.

“He did! He did, he—” Will protested, sniffling, “—he—he threatened some people. He beat up Nazis.”

“What?!” Steve yelped, wide eyes fastened on Billy, who waved his hands, sinking down in the seat.

“No Nazis! There were no Nazis! Some dudes were just hasslin’ him, I went over and cracked my knuckles a little—”

“He saved me,” Will said, swinging his legs out of the booth onto the floor. “I’m just—I’m just gonna—I’m gonna go and—”

Steve kicked a leg up under the table, across Will’s lap. “Hold up, kid, what’s happening, he scare you, or—”

Will just shook his head, biting his lips, and Steve slid out to crouch on the floor in front of him.

“What’s going on, Byers?”

“I’m sorry,” Will whispered, and Billy squeezed the warm mug tighter.

“Don’t be sorry, just say something, you—you feel sick?” Steve asked. “I’m just gonna keep guessing. You break your leg?”

Will snickered, and Billy caught himself biting back a laugh.

“I didn’t break my leg—”

“Did you fall in love with the singer?” Steve offered, grinning up. “That happened to me once—”

“Shut up!” Will hit him with the t-shirt, laughing, and Steve dodged away to drop back in the seat next to Billy.

Billy tried not to lean into his warmth.

“You—you’re really cool,” Will told him, and Steve blinked, before running his fingers through his hair.

“You just noticed?! Billy knows I’m cool. Right?”

Billy laughed harder, leaning his head in his hand and smiling back at Steve Harrington. “Yeah, sure you are.”

“See—”

“Everybody thinks Jonathan’s cool but I don’t know if he’d—” Will’s lungs forced a sob in the middle of his sentence, and he pulled his knees up to lean his face in them.

“Nobody thinks Jonathan is cool,” Steve began, “—nobody, okay, he’s definitely lying, here, but—”

“What’s going on?” Billy asked.

“I had two tickets," Will squeaked out around his rebelling vocal chords, "—but I c—I couldn’t—”

“You didn’t ask Jonathan,” Steve hissed, pointing at Will with his fork. “Did you. You little liar. You said you asked Jonathan, and he couldn't—”

“Whoa, whoa—” Billy smacked Steve’s fork-hand, watching Will’s eyes well up, “—hold the phone, who’s Jonathan?”

Steve was sputtering. “This—this little fink—he said—he told me—”

“I said my brother was too busy to take me to the show, because I didn’t tell him, because I didn’t—I didn’t want him to know what kind of show it was,” Will whispered, swallowing, and Steve deflated.

“You think your family’ll be pissed?” Billy asked, leaning in.

“I—I—I think my mom knows,” Will said, his voice catching. “I—I don’t know what she’ll say if—if she finds out m-my dad’s right about me.”

Just when Billy thought the entire conversation had fallen on him, Steve smacked the table. “No,” he said, waving the fork again. “No, no, that—no way. Your mom—your mom knows your dad’s an asshole. She wouldn’t—she doesn’t listen to him. He’s not right about anything. Dads are assholes, okay.”

Will started to giggle, blowing his nose in a napkin, and Billy felt the same urge. His throat burned, a little, and his eyes stung.

“Jonathan would probably—he’d probably do it all wrong—or something,” Steve admitted, glancing at Billy, “—he’d—he’d get there and he’d be a fucking nerd, but he’d try, he’d—he’d fall over trying to carry you around for hours—”

“Get trampled to death,” Billy offered, snorting, and Will laughed harder, grabbing more napkins and pressing them to his face.

“She—your mom,” Steve said, to be clear, so we don’t think he means the other thousand women in the conversation, Billy thought, biting back a laugh, “—she loves you so much, she always tells people you’re different, you’re special, we have to be super nice to you or she will end us—”

Will’s head thumped back against the seat as he cackled aloud, wiping his eyes. “Great, I’m special.”

“I mean—ugh.” Steve dropped his threatenin’ fork, leaning his face in his hands.

“Might be better than telling everyone you’re normal,” Billy suggested, finishing Steve’s coffee. “She knows you aren’t normal, and she doesn’t care.”

“Oh, she cares, she was ready to strangle me with a strand of Christmas lights,” Steve groaned. “I don’t know why—”

“Probably because of his dad,” Billy said, spinning the empty mug on the table to have something to frown at. “She knows what his dad says, and she thinks being queer ain’t so bad, maybe. Maybe she’s trying to...fight what your dad says.”

“Dads are such assholes,” Steve growled, grabbing his fork, and stabbing another sausage.

Billy laughed, his stomach twisting. “Dads are assholes.”

“Yours too?” Will asked, blinking wide owl-eyes at him, and Billy flinched.

“Must be,” Steve reached over and grabbed his hand, taking the mug and smiling to catch the server’s eye. His grip was warm, and fleeting, and Billy wanted to grab his arm and pull it back over. “I mean—c'mon—Will—he’s a shitheel to Jonathan too, right?”

“But he’s right about me,” Will's voice dropped to a whisper as the server clunked over to their table to fill the coffee.

Steve slid it over to Billy. “Okay, we’re going in circles, you want me to come talk to Jonathan for you? I can bring my bat.”

Billy, his mouth half full of coffee, tried to swallow and choked, coughing, and Will started snickering again.

“No! No!” He giggled. “Don’t hurt him!”

“You could talk to him together,” Billy suggested, grabbing a napkin to dab the coffee off his face. “Or bring him to a concert, I’ll back you up.”

Steve leaned over to bump their shoulders together, grinning, and grabbed Billy’s hand, holding it out to Will. “Look at these knuckle callouses, he doesn’t even need a bat. Take both of us.”

Billy pulled his hands back, suddenly wanting to sit on them, and Steve stopped pulling, letting his hand get tugged under the table with Billy’s. He ran his thumb between Billy’s knuckles, squeezing his hand, and Billy’s shoulders relaxed a little.

“Once we’re done making the Byers’ see reason, I can call my team up and we can all head over to Billy’s house, meet his asshole dad,” Steve whispered, leaning his head against Billy's shoulder, and Billy snorted a laugh, coughing.

“Nah, it’s fine. I moved out.”

“We’ll be like the Justice League,” Steve grinned between them, and Billy could feel the pink shoulder against his relaxing. "One of us in front, one in his blind spot—"

“Don’t beat anybody up!” Will kicked Steve under the table, laughing, and Steve threw a wadded-up napkin at him.

“We’ll just make sure they see reason! I mean, they love you, but they might just...say something dumb, y’know—need some kneecapping—”

Billy snorted, staring into the coffee, but when he looked up again, Will was staring at his face. “Oh.” He cleared his throat, adding, “Yeah, if you want more backup. I—I can come.”

“Okay,” Will swallowed, nodding, and blew his nose again. He took a deep breath. “—oh—okay. I can—I think I can maybe—maybe I can do that,” he said, rubbing his forearm across his eyes. “I, um. Thanks,” he said, nodding to Steve, then looked at Billy, and lowered his eyes. “...thanks. Thank you, Billy.”

Steve changed the subject back to Jonathan’s elf shirt, and Will started explaining the lyrics, trying to half-sing, half-mumble metal songs quietly enough to be polite in a diner. The server slid the bill under another cup of coffee. Billy watched the neon OPEN sign flicker. Will's eyelids drooped as he trailed off and his head fell close enough to the table to bang hard into his water glass, spilling ice water all over himself and the table.

Steve was immediately half across the table, laughing as he checked him for bruises. “You have to drink with your mouth,” he told Will, and Will growled, rubbing his face, and dabbing sleepily at his shirt with a napkin. “You good to drive?”

Billy chewed on the straw, frowning up as he realized Steve’s voice was directed at him. “Mm?”

“You had enough coffee? You safe to drive?”

“He wasn’t drunk, Mom,” Will muttered, grabbing his armload of t-shirts, zines, and Billy’s purloined jacket.

“...that what we were waiting for?” Billy asked, abruptly wondering how much whiskey he’d sweated onto Steve Harrington’s polo shirt.

Steve held his thumb and forefinger very slightly apart, grinning at him. “Only this much. I can give you a ride, too if—”

“Nah,” Billy laughed, getting up from the booth, and grabbing Will’s haul. Will waved a hand at it, and Billy stepped back. “My jacket, sorry, half-pint.”

“He’s so sleepy he’d drop it anyway,” Steve said, and Will braced his feet, slapping his own face several times, and glowered up at them.

Steve paid for their food, and ushered Billy along with them outside. “Everybody hold hands,” said the vision in preppy pleated pants, like that was a thing adults said to each other.

Will groaned as Steve Harrington waved his hand, his attention on the walk signal.

“He coaches Little League Tee Ball too,” Will whispered. “They’re babies.”

Billy snorted, and grabbed Will’s other hand, biting back a grin as Will tried to stomp on his foot. Billy and Steve held their hands in the air as they crossed the road, Will swinging between them, laughing too hard to cuss.

“Ask—ask for—Steve,” he panted, once they sat his feet back on the ground. “Steve. Get his number.”

Billy suddenly registered—again—that he’d probably sweated out a whole six pack of beer, probably had some poured on his head, and his jeans had been kneeling on the floor of a dive bathroom while he gave some stranger a blow job. He laughed, glancing down at the smeared ‘QUEER’ across his chest in lipstick, and then bared his teeth over at Steve Harrington, in time to see his smile fall.

Steve reached up to touch his hair, shuffled his feet, and pulled the pink sweater off his shoulders to tuck under his arm. “...sure. Yeah. Sure. Once we get you in the car, maybe I’ll ask him.”

“D’you want me to have your number?” Billy asked, yanking Will back towards him, so Will jerked Steve to a stop, staring between them with wide eyes and a wider grin.

“I don’t know,” Steve said with a soft laugh, “—you gonna call it?”

Billy stepped in closer, running his tongue over his front teeth, and biting his lip. He tried to think of what you did with a number like Harrington’s. “Uh, dinner? On Friday?” he asked, watching Steve watch his mouth.

“Yeah,” Steve whispered, nodding.

“No, you can’t,” Will piped up between them, and Billy startled. “That’s D&D night. Steve. You said you’d—”

“Come play,” Steve patted his pocket, and pulled out a marker. “‘Nother kid on my team’s the M&M.” He stuck the cap in his mouth and yanked it off, then ran his thumb across Billy’s chest. “Right here okay?”

“The DM, Steve,” Will huffed.

“Right there is fine,” Billy answered, holding hands with a snickering child, and staring at Steve Harrington’s mouth around the cap of a marker.

“There’s elves and things,” Steve said, muffled by the cap. “You like elves.” He started writing big even numbers, and Billy tried not to lean into it, or twitch, or giggle. He wondered if the expression of concentration was how Steve looked writing on a chalkboard, in the locker room in front of his team.

Steve stuck the marker back in the cap in his mouth in a weirdly smooth practiced move, and then licked his lips. “There’s my car,” he jerked his head.

Billy imagined himself sober, up to his armpits in engine grease, trying to plan dates. Harrington probably expected real ones, with—with flowers, he thought wildly. Dinner reservations at places he couldn’t afford. “You, uh. No need for my number?”

“My kids know you.” Steve must have squeezed Will’s hand, because he rolled his eyes, and squeezed Billy’s. “I can send the whole baseball team to haul you out.”

“Oh my god, just kiss each other,” Will moaned, and Steve yanked his hand free, and smacked him on the back of the head.

“Hell no, you little blackmailer. Don’t trust this one,” he said, looking at Will, then Billy.

“You’re coming Friday, right?” Will asked, ignoring Steve.

“I’m calling,” Billy said. “So maybe.”

“Or Saturday,” Steve suggested.

“You don’t take a date to watch you coach Little League,” Will hissed, confirming it was a date, and Billy felt a shiver up his spine as he resisted stepping closer.

“Oh.” Steve grimaced. “Sorry. Uh, you want a ride anywhere? You’re shivering—”

“He has a motorcycle,” Will squeaked, yanking on Steve’s hand, and Steve grinned at Billy.

“You want a ride to your motorcycle?”

“...yeah,” Billy answered honestly, since he might as well, having already followed them to Steve’s car for no better reason than Steve ordering them all to hold hands.

“Oh! Shotgun!” Will yelled, then froze. “No, wait, I want to sit next to Billy.”

“I’ll let you two work that out,” Steve mumbled, flipping through his keys as he went around unlocking doors, and Billy slid in behind the driver’s seat. He leaned forward as soon as Steve sat down, whispering “Hi, Steve,” in his ear, and Steve yelped with laughter, shoving the seat back.

Billy squirmed, cackling, and Steve narrowed his eyes and reclined his seat, leaving Billy flailing any appendage he could, and Will laughing until he cried. When they pulled up by Billy’s bike, Will clambered out, and Steve released Billy from where he was squashed.

Billy clambered out and leaned on the passenger door, waiting for Steve Harrington to stand up from where his butt stuck out of the driver’s side while he adjusted his seat. Steve stood, realized Billy was leaning a few inches away, and bit his lip in a grin. He turned to face him, opened his mouth, blinked, and said “—whoa, nice bike, man.”

Billy blinked back, then laughed, sliding away to swing his leg over it and pat the gleaming gas tank. “1967 Triumph Bonneville. Restored it myself.” Will frowned between them, then at the motorcycle, and Billy snorted. “Ever seen The Great Escape?”

Will shook his head, and Billy narrowed his eyes at Steve, who burst out laughing.

Billy demanded, “The hell kinda substitute brother are you?!”

Steve held his hands up, still laughing. “Guess he needs a new one. Your bike named McQueen? Guess we know who little Billy was hangin’ posters of—”

“No!” Billy shook his head, smirking. “Nah. She’s named—she’s Bonnie. My, uh, my mom taught me to fix engines. Used to hang out at her garage. She named her, she’s not long on imagination—”

Steve’s grin quirked, and he opened his mouth, but Will interrupted, waving his arms.

“That was—tonight was so fun,” Will sighed, side-eying Billy, who cocked his head, before suddenly being wrapped in a tight kid-hug. “Best night ever,” Will muttered against Billy’s side, and Billy messed up his hair.

“Say goodbye, concert,” said Steve, leaning against his car, and Billy automatically nodded.

“Goodbye, concert,” he repeated, and Steve bit his lips, reddening.

Will started to giggle, pulling away from the hug. “How old are you two. I’m not saying ‘Goodbye Billy,’ right, you’re calling—”

Billy laughed, met Steve’s eyes, and slowly licked his lips, and Steve snorted.

“Gotta be sometime we can date with no children around,” he said. “Gotta show you a good time.”

“I’m pretty easy,” Billy admitted, leaning against his bike, and Steve’s brow furrowed, but Will cut in.

“Good, because he’s really bad at this,” he said, folding his arms. “Are you two gonna make out? I’m supposed to tell Nancy and El if Steve—”

“Get in the car,” Steve hissed. “In the car, right now. Little spy, Jesus Christ.” Once Will was in the passenger seat, and had obeyed Steve’s furious seatbelt mime, Steve stomped over to Billy, pink-cheeked.

“...thanks for taking care of him. He’s a good kid,” he said, and Billy nodded, watching his mouth.

“He’s, uh. He’s got good people watching out for him,” Billy said, shrugging, and watching Will peer at them, unseatbelted, his face pressed against the inside of the window. It was hard not to imagine what it’d have been like, having had someone like Steve to call, as a thirteen-year-old who stared at the mouths of other boys. Billy wondered whether he’d have ended up less himself, if he’d had anyone safe to tell. If he’d had anyone safe at all. He huffed a laugh.

“He finds good people,” Steve said, pulling the leather jacket out of Billy’s hands, and maneuvered him into it, leaning so their faces were inches apart. “There were all kinds of things you coulda been doing tonight—”

“Did some of ‘em,” Billy muttered, grimacing, and Steve grabbed his hands and squeezed them.

“You didn’t have to drop everything and make sure some random kid had a good time,” Steve whispered.

“I—I didn’t want him to—have that night,” Billy told him, shrugging, and glancing at Will. “—the night people have sometimes when nobody’s…looking out for them.” He looked at Steve’s lips, and licked his own.

Steve’s smile softened, and he leaned the inch closer to kiss off the beer and sweat of Billy’s night, humming against his mouth. He grinned, glancing over Billy’s face, and turned away—and then turned back to push Billy back against the motorcycle, kissing him again. When he pulled back again, he was licking his lips. “Call me. Billy Hargrove.”

Billy watched them drive away, and leaned his hot face against his cold hand, eying the numbers across his chest in the side mirror of his bike.

@sky2fall

#harringrove #harringrove for Australia #platypan #platypan FINISHED FIC #Billy's Will's gay role model #Steve's determinedly supportive

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whatareyousearchingfordean · 5 years

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Lawrence Pie Co.

Summary: Being new in town, you decided to get to know what the Lawrence, Kansas has to offer. Little did you know you would find the most delicious pie you’ve ever tasted and an even more delicious man.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k+

Warnings: teeth rotting fluff

Square Filled: Coffee Shop AU

Authors Note: Written for @spngenrebingo , This was possibly the easiest thing for me to write in a long time. It reads like a self indulgent, fall aesthetic, rom com meet cute and I have no regrets. I hope you enjoy and remember feedback is everything xo...

Downtown Lawrence looked like your typical downtown did in mid-October. The various locally owned stores were decorated in either a festive fall or Halloween theme. There were pumpkins and stalks of corn and barrels of hay. The air was crisp, wind whipping around the fallen leaves. People were sporting coats, sweaters, and hats of beautiful reds, oranges, and yellows. All of it made you ecstatic. Lawrence was the perfect aesthetic and you could not be happier about taking a job here.

It was your last day before you began the day shift at the local hospital. They had been in great need of a nurse practitioner and you had been able to score yourself a decent salary. Being here was your new beginning after college. You decided to get to know your new surroundings, taking to downtown on foot to check out the local scene. You had found some great things to decorate your home in, and on your way back towards your street, a small café caught your eye. The small sign above the large window read Lawrence Pie Company, but also advertised drinks and other various baked goods. The smell wafting from the place had your mouth watering so you headed in.

A small bell jungled as you stepped inside. The delicious aroma only heightened as you entered. There were a few customers littered around at the tables in the dining room. The place seemed to have decent business for brunch time on a Sunday.

You waltzed over towards the counter, your eyes catching all the goodies behind the glass next to the register. A small fresh baked daily sign sat on top of the glass next to a bowl of fresh fruit. They even had explanations on the local farmers they got all their ingredients from. It was a dream that you had stumbled upon this place.

“Hey! Welcome to Lawrence Pie Company what can I get for you?” The man standing across from you was everything but what you expected to see. He was wearing an apron that was covered in what you presumed was flour over a flannel and jeans. But that wasn’t the most surprising. It was his striking features. The emerald green eyes, puffy pink lips and a strong jaw covered in a well kept beard. He was also tall, probably over six foot. He was now smirking at you and you knew you had been caught staring.

“Uh, I uh have no idea. I got distracted… by the pies I mean, they look delicious.” Nice save...

“Does that mean you don’t want a slice?” He asked as he brushed his hands on the towel over his shoulder.

“It means I want all the slices but I should probably only have one and I can’t choose which to order.” You mentally kicked yourself, the words falling from your lips without thought. You probably sounded like a bumbling idiot. “Any recommendations?”

“Well, my best seller has to be the apple, it pairs great with our house blend coffee. Or if you aren’t a coffee fan, I made a fresh batch of hot apple cider today. Cider Hill Family orchard sent me some real beauties this week.” He motioned towards a sign advertising the cider. You hummed.

“Oh I love coffee but it feels like a cider kind of day.” You fished out your wallet as he rang up you order.

“Alright, you want me to package this to go?” He asked as you handed over the money.

“That would be great.” You watched as he pulled a slice of pie and put it in a small box. He then busied himself with pouring the cider. He was done quickly, sliding over the goods.

“Well, thank you so much for all your help…” you trailed off as you waited for him to tell you his name.

“Dean… Winchester.” He nodded.

“Y/n.” You offered back. “Have a good day Dean.”

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It wasn’t fair just how delicious the cider and pie had been. You had let out an audible moan as you took your first bite. Instantly, you knew this café was going to be your new favorite place. It helped that the cashier was hotter than hell too.

When the following Sunday rolled around, you grabbed the horror book you had been reading and merrily made you way back to Lawrence Pie Company. It was later in the afternoon this time and fewer people sat at the tables around the store. You could see Dean standing behind the counter and helping another customer. His eyes flickered to you as the bell ringing signaled your arrival. He said goodbye to the young girl as he handed her a drink before turning his smile on you.

“Look who’s back.”

“Are you kidding me? How could I not be? That pie was the best thing I’ve ever tasted, but don’t tell my mother that.” You set down the book on the counter as you leaned against it.

“Well thank you. It’s my mother's recipe.”

“My compliments to your mother.” You mumbled only partially talking about the pie.

“She would have loved to hear it.” His words were not lost on you. “What can I get you today?” He brushed past his comment.

“I’d love to try the house blend today and how about one of those blueberry muffins? For here.” You pointed towards the showcase. You were determined to try everything on the menu at least once.

Dean set to grabbing you what you asked for and you decided to try and get a little more out of this handsome stranger.

“So, your mom owner the place?” You asked, trying to keep your voice casual.

“Uh, well she used to. My mother passed away about five years ago.” He was pouring the coffee as he spoke.

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s okay. She was sick for a long time, so we had time to prepare.” Dean placed the ceramic mug on the counter and leaned to grab a plate. “You want the muffin warmed?”

“Please.” He walked over to a small microwave and placed the muffin in it. “And now, you own the place?”

“My brother and I. We decided to take over, this place was her life and we couldn’t bear to let it go. So I bake the pies and Sammy does the bills.” He leaned against the counter and crossed his arms.

“Wait, you bake these pies?” He chuckled, it was probably a comment he was used to.

“Yeah, I grew up in this place. Mom taught me everything I know.” He turned as the microwave dinged and pulled out the muffin.

“Hmm, well color me surprised and appreciative.” You handed over the money to him. “Thank you.” The plate was warm but not unbearable. Setting it down on a table by the large windows, you took the coffee over to the small station with modifiers and poured in a little milk.

The clouds were darkening as you sat down and opened your book. It was pouring by the time you finished your muffin and you sighed. This morning you had forgotten to check the forecast, and now you were stuck here without an umbrella. You could only hope that it cleared up so you could walk back home.

Those hopes were dashed. The time kept clicking by on the clock and the rain continued to come down in sheets. The pages to be read in your book grew smaller and smaller. You didn’t even register that you were the last customer inside until Dean spoke.

“That must be quite an interesting book.” He sat down in the seat next to you. He had shed his apron and was wearing a jacket. With a glance, you checked the time. It was a quarter after five and the café was supposed to be closed.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. Yes, it’s pretty good.” You glanced outside again at the pouring rain and bit your lip before looking back at Dean. He seemed to recognize your predicament.

“You have an umbrella?” He asked.

“Uh, no. I didn’t realize it was supposed to rain today.” Your nose scrunched as you admitted your mistake.

“Come on, I'll take you home.” Dean stood and gestured for you to follow him.

“Dean, I couldn’t ask you to do that. I’m sure you have things you need to finish here.” You sat up straighter.

“Nah, I already finished my closing list. Now come on, I wouldn’t want you to melt.” With a chuckle, you followed after him as he guided you through the kitchen. It was sparkling clean and more homey than expected.

Dean grabbed an umbrella near the back door and pushed it open. He guided you to the passenger seat of a beautiful classic car and opened the door. He held the umbrella over you as you climbed in and shut the door behind you before running in front of the car and hopping behind the wheel.

The dampness and the cold were beginning to seep into your bones as Dean turned over the ignition. He breathed into his cupped hands and turned the heat full blast.

“What is she?” You inquired as you ran a hand over the shiny leather of the bench seat. Dean smiled wide.

“She my Baby. Sixty-seven Impala. Used to be my Dad’s but he handed her over when he couldn’t take care of her anymore.” He backed out of the parking space and you guided him in the general direction of your home.

“Well she is mint.”

“I used to restore classic cars before I took over the family business. Now it’s more of a hobby I do when I get the time.” He turned down your street as you indicated.

“That is possibly the sweetest thing I have ever heard a man say.” Dean guffawed at your sentiment.

“Meaning?”

“Meaning, not many guys would give up doing something they love, like restoring cars, for owning and running their late mothers bakery. Let alone admit it to a stranger.” You pointed at your house as Dean approached it and he pulled up the driveway and parked behind your Jeep.

“You’re probably right.” He admitted. You stared at him for a moment, a blush had crept up his neck and cheeks. Every time you spoke with Dean, he just became an even greater enigma than when you first laid eyes on him. An enigma you were determined to crack.

“Listen, would you like to come in for a drink? You know as a thank you for the ride home.” You asked with bated breath. Dean licked his lips as he searched your eyes for something, something that you weren’t sure of.

“I’d love to.”

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uppastthejelliclemoon · 4 years

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Hestia and Tumble: coffee shop au+friends to lovers+“need any help with that?” LET'S BRING OUR COFFEE SHOP AU BACK FROM THE DEAD!! Maybe Tumble decided to stay with Hestia after hours so she wouldn't be alone while closing the coffee shop, and wants to lend a hand with cleaning?

HECK YEAH COFFEE SHOP AU!!!

“Need any help with that?”

Hestia glanced up from where she had been putting mugs away, and she smiled at Tumblebrutus.

“You know, you really didn’t have to stay with me.” she told him, tossing him a towel.

Tumblebrutus grinned back and hopped over the counter. “Nah, I totally did. Plato and Vic already left for their date, and it’s not fair if you have to do all the cleaning by yourself.”

Hestia rolled her eyes. “You do know there also happens to be a little door right here so you don’t have to jump over the nice clean counter I just wiped down?” Tumblebrutus simply winked at Hestia, making her turn away quickly in order to hide the blush that immediately covered her cheeks.

It was very annoying being best friends with someone you’ve known since childhood. Hestia and Tumblebrutus had been attached at the hip since they were essentially in diapers, and there was photographic evidence of that. Both Tugger and Jellylorum had an album filled with pictures of Hestia and Tumblebrutus growing up together as children.

Neither Hestia nor Tumblebrutus expected to actually develop feelings for each other. Once they began high school, however, they both realized that their feelings for each other were more than just platonic feelings.

So, throughout high school, there were many shy smiles, quick glances that often resulted in bright red faces and stammers.

“So, what are you doing after this?” Tumblebrutus asked as he helped Hestia tidy up the shop.

Hestia shrugged. “Not sure. I’ll probably head back home and watch a movie with Dad and Papa. Jubillee and Jerrie are out on their date, and so are Plato and Vic.”

Tumblebrutus paused, talking a deep breath before looking over his shoulder at the redhead. “Do... do you want to go catch a movie?”

“Sure!” Hestia said, beaming over at him. “Do you want to see if Pounce and Jem want to come with?”

“No!” Tumblebrutus replied, a little too loudly, making Hestia’s eyes widen. “I mean, I thought it could just be the two of us.”

Hestia stilled, and her cheeks began to darken. “Like... going to the movie as just friends? Or...”

Tumblebrutus turned red, and he whirled around and began to wipe the counter furiously. “Um, I mean, if you just wanted to go as friends, then that’s fine.”

“Yeah, of course.” Hestia said, deflating slightly and turning back around, wrapping up the rest of the food that was left in the display case. She sighed and brought the food back to the kitchen, leaving Tumblebrutus at the front.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid!” Tumblebrutus groaned, setting his face in his hands. “Why didn’t you just tell her? ‘Etta, I don't want to go to the movie with you as just a friend. I want it to be a date because I’ve loved you since forever and I know it’s weird because you’re my best friend but I want. to date you‘ UGH!” He slammed his head down on the counter, completely annoyed and upset with himself.

He felt a hand touch his shoulder, and he glanced up to see Hestia standing there, holding a plate with two chocolate chip cookies. Praying that she hadn’t heard him, Tumblebrutus gave her a grin and straightened. Hestia returned the smile and jumped up onto the counter, taking one of the cookies.

She let out a hum as she took a bite. “These are almost as good as your mom’s cookies.”

Tumblebrutus laughed. “Don’t let her hear you say that. She’s proud that she’s the one who makes the best cookies on the block.” Hestia smiled as they sat in silence together.

“I was hoping you had meant as a date, but I didn’t want to assume.” she said after a few minutes, making Tumblebrutus freeze and look up at her.

“Please don’t tell me you heard me.” he blurted out, almost pleading.

Hestia gave him a slightly pitying smile. “Yeah, you weren’t exactly quiet.” Tumblebrutus hid his face in his hands once more, making Hestia giggle and poke his shoulder. “I’m honestly relieved, because now I don’t feel weird for wanting tonight to be a date and not just a friend thing. That’s why I asked you if you wanted Pounce and Jem to come, because I didn’t want to make it awkward.”

Tumblebrutus’ eyes widened, and he stared at her with hope. “Really? You’re not joking, right?”

“Not at all.” Hestia said, her smile widening. “I really have liked you for a while. I just didn’t want everything to change.”

“It won’t change!” Tumblebrutus said brightly, straightening and standing in front of Hestia, his arms on either side of her as she looked down at him. “We can still hang out with everyone, and we can go out with them and it won’t be weird! Though, I’m pretty sure Pounce has known about my crush on you since before I even knew I liked you Like That.”

Hestia giggled. “I’m pretty sure my dads have known since forever. Didn’t my dad and your mom make bets about when we’d get together when we were little?”

Tumblebrutus rolled his eyes playfully. “They did. But I say that we figure out when everyone made best, and we announce it officially on the day that no one bet for.”

Hestia nodded in agreement, her eyes sparkling, and Tumblebrutus couldn’t help but wrap his arms around her, pulling her closer and looking up at her. She smiled softly down at him and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her forehead against his with a tiny little laugh.

“How long have you been waiting for this?” Hestia asked in a quiet voice.

“Since you knocked that kid down freshman year for making fun of Pounce’s birthmark.” Tumblebrutus replied in an equally quiet voice. “You?”

Hestia’s cheeks turned pink. “When I saw you playing with Rumpus.”

Tumblebrutus raised an eyebrow. “My cat?”

“You just looked so happy, and you kept laughing.” the redhead explained quickly. “I know, it’s super cheesy.”

“No, it’s cute!” Tumblebrutus grinned, and Hestia’s smile grew, and she leaned down, kissing Tumblebrutus very lightly, and making his brain short-out for a few seconds. “Huh... I can die a happy man now.”

Hestia snorted and shoved his shoulder, squeaking when his arms tightened around her and he laughed. “You’re honestly such a goof.”

Tumblebrutus’ eyes sparkled. ‘I’m your goof now! Hah!” Hestia laughed with him and leaned into the hug. Tumblebrutus pressed his own kiss to her cheek.

Mentally, both Hestia and Tumblebrutus thanked Victoria and Plato for going out on a date, and Mungojerrie and Jubillee for not inviting them along on their outing.

There would surely be questions tomorrow, but for the rest of the afternoon and evening, Hestia and Tumblebrutus were happy to be able to spend time with each other.

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Will Not be a Victim for my character, Blondie.

The neglected Blondie. I need to get back to my Powers Verse too. And the immortal bitches. I have a Sweetie and Michelle story drafted though.

Warnings for mentions of violence, referenced torture, bit of ableism. Pretty tame compared to what I usually write.

The phone rang from her nightstand, and again, and again. Then it started pinging with texts: Terry-Ellen has spoken to me but my own daughter won’t answer her phone.

I’ll be arriving at your house at 6PM.

Blondiw growled and dialled the number. The phone rang only twice before the deep voice came on the other line: “Oh, so you’ve decided to stop ignoring me?”

“Fucking hell, Dad. I’m twenty-three,” Blondie reminded him. “Chill.’

"Language, Melinda,” he scolded lightly. “I don’t care of you’re eighty-three. You’re still my daughter and we just got you back. I need to be sure that you’re okay.”

"I'm fine, Dad."

"Are you really?"

Blondie pinched the bridge of her nose. Don't call him a nosy twat, don't call your dad a nosy twat. She breathed out. "You hired a fucking bodyguard for me. "That's humiliating enough, and now you're prying into my life like I'm a child."

"Language. Good lord, you take after your mother," he sighed. "Who are you embarrassed in front of? You haven't left your house in more than two weeks." His voice was so even and annoyingly calm. Blondie swallowed back the snarl crawling up her throat. "Is it really prying to be concerned about my daughter? I just want to know that you're okay. I haven't seen you since-"

"Okay, okay, I'll stop by tomorrow. No need to stop by." She knew her father would have some words if she saw the state her house was in. Tej wasn't hired to clean after the slob, and no one had patched up the hole Blondie punched in the living room.

"Are you sure? If I come over you can stay home and rest," he offered.

"You just got on my ass for staying in my house!"

"You know that is not what happened, Melinda."

"I'll be there at eleven in the morning, okay?"

"I'll expect you by twelve."

Blondie huffed and hung up as he chuckled.

***

Tej was prodding her. "Get up. We've gotta go soon."

Blondie lifted her head abd ahot rhe other wonan a glare. "There's no we. You're staying home."

"You know that's not how it works," she said, unfazed. "I'll make you coffee."

"Don't." Blondie pyr one foot on the floor and grabbed one crutch. The other must have fallen over at some point in the night, and Blondie whacked Tej with the crutch in her hand when the thin woman tried to help her retrieve the fallen one. "Scram, bitch."

"Very nice, " Tej said sarcastically, handing her the crutch anyway. She caught the crutch Blondie swung at her. "Have you ever considered treating the help like people?"

"Go on, call me a bitch. There's nothing in your contract that says you can't insult me, yeah?"

"I'll leave you to get dreased," Tej said dryly. "Your hair looks nice. Did you wash it?"

She shut the door behind her just in time for the television remote to crash into the wood.

Blondie had only worn bath robes and undergarments for the last few weeks and she hadn't gotten to modifying any pants to her new body. Skirts? No, fighting in a skirt wasn't a great idea - if she needed to fight. Fights were always possible.

Shorts. A pair of shorts, one sock, one combat boot. The left bood sat all alone and sad. She kicked it over. Hair in a bun.

"Your coffee, Blondie." Tej shoved the steaming mug right in her face while Blondie was trying to sneak out the front door.

"I told you not to make me coffee," Blondie grumbled.

"Coconut creamer and one Sweet-N-Low," Tej tempted her, voice sing-song.

"I'm getting coffee on the way to my dad's, shithead." And she was out tje door, slamming it behind her - or trying to. Tej caught it just before it closed and slipped out after her.

"Want me to drive? You can relax," Tej offered, reaching for the keyring in Blondie's hand. Blondie jerked it away.

"I'll relax when you're dead. It's my fucking car."

"Cool, cool."

Tej was in the passenger's seat before Blondie had even opened her door so she couldn't even lock her out. Tej smiled at her knowingly. Blondie gripped the steering wheel sp hard her fingers turned white.

Tej tried to make conversation throughout the drive and Blondie turned the volume up a few notches every time she opened her mouth. After a million years, she pulled up in front of the coffee shop.

"I'll get you an iced mocha cappuccino," Blondie said as she got out of the car. Tej was stepping out too.

"Nah, I wanna look at the menu," she replied. Blondie squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her teeth, reciting the "calming phrases" from her counseling sessions as a teenager.

When was this place ever this busy? Blondie sighed as she joined the line, Tej at her side. "You know, you're paying for your own shit."

"That's fair," Tej shrugged. "Your daddy pays me weekly."

Blondie sneered at her.

The line inched forward. A woman and her child joined. Seriously, did the entire fucking town want coffee right now?

"Wow..." the woman said, her voice hushed. "What happened?"

Blondie didn't realize the woman was talking to her until she felt a tap on her shoulder.she turned around, finding the woman's wide eyes on her still-bandaged stump. The little girl stared too, reaching for Blondie's crutch. Blondie jerked it away from her sticky hand and scowled, but neither noticed.

"What happened?" the woman asled again. "Why don't you get a prosthetic leg?"

"I pesteres someone with intrusive questions and she pulled out a machete," Blondie snapped. The woman recoiled.

"Ma'am, you're being very insensitive, and you should teach your child not to touch anyone's mobility aids." Tej launched right into a lecture. "Please treat my friend as you would treat-"

Blondie's temper boiled over. She raised one crutch and bashed it into the woman's knee. Tej's hand clamped over her own mouth as the woman fell over with a screech, dragging her daughter down with her.

"Oops. My bad." Blondie turned her back on the pair.

"Did you see that?" the woman cried as she got back to her feet. The cashier looked over from the customer he was dealing with, frowning.

"I'll be out fast," Blondie promised the cashier. "No trouble."

They walked out with their coffees and gluten-filled breakfast, Blondie's coffee spouting steam that smelled of coconut... Something she could have gotten at home. Tej predictably got a mocha cappuccino.

"I mean," Tej finally said during their resumed drive, mouth full of bagel, "not that I blame you much, but public battery isn't a food luck."

Blondie turned the radio up higher.

The guard let them into the gated, cookie cutter community. Towering houses were identical, painted a cream not a shade lighter or darker than the house nextdoor. Perfect gardens, no blade of grass even a centimeter overgrown. One house had flowers a different shade of pink than the rest. Blondie might have struggled to differentiate the houses if Chase weren't waving frantically at the end of one driveway.

"Melinda, love, how are you?" The large man was coming at her with open arms as she stepped out of the car. She was too slow thinking of an excuse to get out of hugging her stepdad, and he squeezed her tight.

"Peachy," she told him.

He hugged Tej too before letting both women into the house. He was talking a mile a minute and Blondie let Tej handle the conversation.

"I see you brought beverages. No tea then?" he asked. Blondie shook her head. "Oliver's in his study."

"Tell him hi for me," Tej chirped, and Blondie decided she would not do that. She hurried away when the other two started discussing how much they lift at the gym.

115 pounds? Unimpressive, Tej.

She didn't bother knocking on the mahogany door, throwing it right open. "Yo."

Oliver swiveled around in his chair like a James Bond villain. He even looked the part with his coiffed grey hair and serious expression. "Good morning, Melinda. You were almost on time. Have a seat."

"Nice to see you too," Blondie said sarcastically, falling back ontp the plump sofa.

"Oh, no, you're covered in crumbs! Why didn't you brush yourself off outside?"

"Just vacuum later. I had a muffin."

Oliver sighed, turning back to his laptop. "Depending on your recovery time, we'll get you fitted for prosthesis." He flicked through images. Some were very realistic and even matching her skin color, others clunky and robotic, some abstract and hardly resembling a limb. "We should find a design that fits your activity level, preferably a more realistic one. No one has to know. At that point we'll get you to that physical therapist I've been talking to, and-"

"Whoa, hold on a minure. Don't I get a say?" Blondie snapped. "And who said I want a realiatic one? Maybe I don't want to pretend I'm fucking normal."

"Whatever you want, darling. But I'm not going to let you hold yourself back."

"You tell me to take it easy abd slow down and then you get on my ass for being behind the curve. The fuck is that?"

Oliver sighed. He turned back tp his daughter, choosing his next words carefully. "I know how much you enjoy your hobbies. I think it'll be better for your mental health if you get back into dance and martial arts soon."

Back into dance. She was already the largest girl in the studio, dwarfing the tiny instructor even when she was twelve. Skilled as she was, she never had a ballerina's body and her instructor's main complaints were her thundering footsteps and "unladylike gait". Well, at least pointe shoes wouldn't hurt a prosthetic leg.

"It's my body and my life," Blondie reminded him.

"And it's my money that pqid your medical bills," he shot back. She rolled her eyes. "Melinda, you know I just want what's best for you. I want to help you. I need to help you."

"Help yourself first," Blondie snarled. "How's your boytoy?"

"I've been married to Chase since you were eight. Stop calling him my boytoy," Oliver sighed. Any other time, Blondie might have laughed at how annoyed her dad got when she mocked his husband. "And fifteen years isn't such a significant age difference when you're out of your twenties."

"He's a gold-digger."

"He's well worth what he costs, and he loves you like his own daughter. Come on, stop changing the subject. You mean so much to me. You were the victim of such a-"

"I'm not a victim," she hissed, leaning forward in her seat. Her eyes narrowed. "If anyone's a victim, it's that bitch Camilla. You know, queen of the cabbage patch."

Oliver's eyebrows knit together. "Cabbage patch?"

"Because she's a vegetable," Blondie said, and her father sighed heavily.

"I'm not denying that she's a bad person, but you don't need to be discriminatory. Other, much nicer people live with brain damage."

"Dad, shut the fuck up and listen to me," Blondie demanded. "I fought my way out. I'm not a victim!"

"Yes, yes, you're a survivor," he said in a voice like he was placating a toddler.

"No, I'm Melinda fucking Van Doren."

He lifted his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Before anything, you're my daughter and I want what's best for you."

"I actually know what's best for me because I am me."

"I'm your father. I know you pretty damn well."

"Yeah, okay. I'll keep in tough." Blondie started to stand, but Oliver held a hand up.

"Stay for lunch. Samantha made two extra plates."

It still weirded her out that her father had a cook. Her mother missed having servants after the divorce, but Blondie tried her best to keep her home free of employees. And she got stuck with Tej, the most intrusive Van Doren employee.

Chase brought two plates of chicken parmesan to the damn study.

"Workaholic," he said and rolled his eyes, kissing Oliver on the cheek. Blondie rolled her eyes. "Well, I've been having a lovely chat with Miss Tej while you two have been bonding."

Bonding. Sure.

Blondie stabbed into her chicken. She imagined it was the Queen - no, Camilla - that she was stabbing over and over, making sure she never recovered. Because she wasn't the Queen's victim.

She was Melinda "Blondie" Van Doren. She was a fucking hero and people would know that soon.

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