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teabutmakeitazure · 1 year

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Devil's Advocate

>Yan! Chrollo x Fem! Reader

>Word count: 2.4k

>Warnings: anxiety, bastardly smug Chrollo

>a/n: I actually had to Google what a telephone looks like lol

An unattended telephone and overflowing temptation. Is that lady luck smiling down on you or the man who holds the key to your peace and freedom?

The quiet rumbling of the moving car makes up for the lack of conversation. On the driver's seat sits Chrollo, hands on the steering wheel, while you try your best to not succumb to the midnight silence's lullaby. Your head once again falls against the window, and you flinch awake, sitting upright.

Chrollo briefly glances at you, eyes once again on the road in front of him. When your eyes close for the umpteenth time and head slowly falls onto the window, Chrollo smiles to himself. This time, you don't flinch awake and continue sleeping.

However, a few minutes later, your eyes snap open and you readjust yourself in your seat. A chuckle manages to escape the man next to you, so you direct your sleepy glare to him. The half-hearted glower is acknowledged when he stops at a red light in spite of the empty road and faces you.

The playful smile on his face and your sleep-filled anger makes the situation seem almost ludicrous. Had it not been for Chrollo finding your hostility cute, you would've succeeded long ago in making him listen to you.

"You should get some rest," he requests, amused smile turning into a softer one. "There's still a bit of a ride to the hotel, so there's ample time to take a nap."

"How very thoughtful of you."

He shrugs. "I'm simply asking you to let yourself rest."

The traffic light turns green and the car starts moving again. You, on the other hand, get comfortable by resting your head in the position that is least probable to let your poor skull bang against the glass window. Had there not been loud static on the radio, you would've put on some music to fill the silence instead of having to listen to Chrollo quietly hum to himself with a smile.

The low rumbling of the moving car and quiet hums from the driver seat's occupant slowly soothe your mind into slumber. Your breathing relaxes, body going lax, and Chrollo finds himself slowing the car to be able to turn and look at you every few minutes. On the next red traffic light, he fixes your poor posture with a sigh, mind already replaying your complaints of neck pain.

As if a switch has been flipped, you, much to Chrollo's misfortune, wake up right at the moment the car is parked in the hotel's parking lot. The unfortunate man's lips press into a thin line as he watches you rub your eyes and stretch in the space you have available. He finds his luck to be absolutely unbelievable to have such a travesty occur.

You, on the other hand, find your situation to be bothersome rather than unfortunate. Your neck hurts and your entire body is more fatigued than it was before the sleep. Thankfully, Chrollo doesn't find the circumstance fit for conversation and wordlessly exits the car, opening the door for you before you even put your hand on the handle.

A pleased smile is on his face when you get out. The expression remains as he guides you towards the entrance, but the curve of his lips widens when you ask about the luggage.

"I'll get it later. You, my dear, desperately need a bed."

With that, he easily whisks you away to a room on a floor whose number you didn't bother to look at, only satisfied with finally laying on a bed. Hardly minutes after he oh so lovingly tucked you in after gently manoeuvring you to a side so that you don't make him end up sleeping on the couch by starfishing, you see the beginnings of sunlight filter through the curtains.

It's day already. Just how long did the car ride take? Wasn't it dark when you were heading to the lobby?

It doesn't matter. You're here now, on a bed no less. If you could just…

Wait.

The phone.

The hotel room has a telephone!

And Chrollo… he left immediately after tucking you in. Plus, he's gone for the luggage. That ought to take at least ten minutes right?

Slowly, you creep out of bed. If the telephone in here works as it rightfully should, you may be able to contact the authorities! As soon as your feet touch the carpeted floor, your thought process ceases function, body completely running on autopilot as any trace of sleep vanishes.

Adrenaline rushes through your blood, heart beating against your chest as you gingerly tiptoe and exit the bedroom. All the curtains in the main room are drawn, and your eyes utilise the scarce light filtering through the curtains to start the search for the telephone.

A deafening silence hangs in the air, and if you didn’t know any better, you would say that you’re too suspiciously lucky.

One step forward.

The carpet under your feet overwhelms your senses, the friction from it doing a lot more than to just ground you. Your eyes spot what looks like a telephone underneath the mirror on the wall. It temptingly sits on a table in the corner of the main room. Like a siren’s song, it calls to you and you hesitantly heed, taking another step forward.

Under your feet, the carpet brushes against your soles. Another step, and your heart starts thumping in your ears.

Fingers twitch when you’re a few feet away from the device. Eyes locked onto it like predator and prey, you take another daunting step forward.

An unsettled and shaky exhale leaves your lips when you pause in your pursuit. This is too good to be true. The telephone is hardly three feet away from you, and its wires are all intact. The green light signalling that it works is blinking at you while you blink back, but you’re frozen, utterly in disbelief at your luck.

Tilting your head, you crane your neck to see if Chrollo’s shoes are by the door but they aren’t. He really isn’t here yet. Now’s your chance!

Swiftly your feet pad over to the table. You don’t bother so much as to glance at your reflection, already aware of how your tired face will stare back at you. Grabbing the phone, you start recalling emergency services’ numbers.

They’re different for every region right? But some places share the same codes. Nevermind. You’ll just have to try every single one that you know.

Shakily, your finger aims for the dial pad while the phone stays pressed against your ear. As though reaching for an open flame, your finger warily presses 1. Your head whips to look behind you, then to the left and then right but no one's there other than the sound of your own breathing.

An imaginary timer suddenly starts ticking in your head, and you immediately go with pressing the other two digits. The phone slowly starts dialling and you press the phone closer to your ear.

An automated message plays, informing you of the incorrect number. Hastily, you try a different code, pressing the phone to your ear just to hear the same message again.

The timer in your head ticks faster, and you find your heart beating impossibly fast. Tenacity pushes you forward to try again only to fail a third time.

A different code pops into your mind and you scramble to dial it. Pressing the phone to your ear, you breathe a sigh of relief when it dials for longer than it did before.

One buzz.

Then two.

A bead of sweat rolls down your temple, a third buzz making you realise just how time has slowed down for you.

A fourth buzz and you find yourself holding your breath.

By the time you exhale, the phone goes silent. Did no one pick up? But if no one did, a sound signifying the unsuccessful call would have played, so why is it beeping?

When you reach for the dial pad again, you freeze when you see a finger pressing down on the red button.

Body acting against your will, your eyes follow the finger to the hand and consequently to the man standing a step behind you. The sunlight that manages to peek through the gaps hits his back, giving his body an ominous glow.

The expression on his face is nowhere near decipherable, but you know very well that your own is one of absolute horror.

When his finger retreats, you start counting your regrets.

A heavy silence settles between you two. Neither party says anything, the only conversation being between your wildly beating heart and mind screaming at you to start apologising.

His head turns to you, but your mind fails to register any expression on it. You're face to face with a blank canvas, but your mind soon clears up enough to make out his expression.

Blank.

There's no disappointment in his eyes, no anger, no annoyance, nothing. You remain unable to make out any emotion on his face despite the assiduity you practise. He remains standing there as still as a statue, watching you, observing you.

If his gaze held physical weight, you would have been crushed under its sheer intensity.

Minutes pass and you remain frozen standing there, subject to his all consuming eyes. The phone slowly slips from your hand and falls to the floor with a dull clink but your hand remains suspended mid air. When the sound echoes in your mind, you feel that your chest is violently heaving for air.

He continues to stare at you unblinking, and you remain rendered unable to look away.

A firm grip on your hand and he finally moves, breaking the overwhelming eye contact but bringing you with him as you scramble behind him to follow. The door to the bedroom closes quietly after he gently moves you to sit on the edge of the bed.

It's when the lock clicks into place that dread seeps into your being, deep inside your bones. Chrollo sits opposite to you on a chair, face resting on his hands as he continues to stare at you.

You feel like an outsider in your body. No matter how much you may scream at yourself to just say something, repudiate your betrayal or at least move, you don't. You're frozen. Each and every single muscle in your body is on high alert, fight or flight response active.

Chrollo's grey eyes bore into yours, but unlike in the main room, his face is completely visible thanks to it now being day on the other side of the curtains. As your mind clears up, you assiduously go over every feature of his.

The tattoo on his forehead is on full display, but the hair near his face seems a little damp. He's even changed into different clothes - his usual sleepwear. You're still unable to identify any emotion on his face, but you do understand this.

He's observing you, watching your anxiety and how you deal with it.

Seconds pass and your mind clears up with every single one. You gain more and more clarity and you eventually conclude that he's waiting for you to break the silence.

His eyebrows briefly raise when a look of understanding flashes across your face. Despite your transgression, you refuse to let him win. You're aware that either way you will be punished, and now that your anxiety has settled down a bit, you're willing to embrace whatever it is because there is no way out.

Chrollo holds the key to your peace and freedom but still prefers to bring the complete opposite in your life.

Honestly, seeing how you're wide awake, you can't believe that you've hardly slept a few hours in the last 24.

The staring continues but you stay firm in your stance. You attentively watch how Chrollo's lashes delicately flutter against his under eyes when he blinks, grey eyes playing the role of bottomless pits.

His lips part to speak, but he stops himself before a sound can be made. Next, his brows slightly furrow, eyes not breaking away from yours, and he tries again.

"Before we discuss your actions, I want to make this clear. Any sort of capitulation or imploring from your side will only make this situation worse for you. Choose carefully how you respond to me."

That had sufficed to cause you to start nervously fidgeting with your hands.

"What was going on in your head when you rose from bed and headed for the telephone?"

The way he's looking at you is giving you goosebumps. There's no hint of affection in his demeanour anymore. It's almost foreign.

"Well?"

Swallowing nervously, you gather the courage to reply. "I'm not sure. I just wanted to-"

"Concrete answers." Chrollo crosses his arms as an indifferent look stares at you. "I know you, [Name]. You're not a stupid girl. Give me concrete answers. I am not in the mood for your prevarication."

Alright… well he's mad. That's not good.

"I… I thought I would be able to contact the authorities."

He scoffs, an uncharacteristic reaction. "And then? I thought you were smarter. You've had a glimpse of Skill Hunter, yet you still believe measly policemen are of help."

"..."

"Your mind rationalised that normal people with guns or a little authoritative power can compete with a Nen user? Do you perhaps need a refresher?"

"No! No. Please. I'm… I was dumb. I admit my stupidity."

Chrollo leans forward, eyeing you as though studying a painting. His eyes travel across your entire body, and his hand settles on holding your face. If you hadn't known Chrollo, you would miss the way his grip on you seems to be strained as though he's holding himself back.

"You're absolutely foolish," he says. "This is exactly why you need me. You're too naive, too unsophisticated. Your simple-mindedness will be your downfall and of those you care for."

Wait-

"You're very fortunate, [Name]. I was planning on taking you to see the sunset the day after tomorrow, so I'm willing to forgive and forget if you grant me a favour."

You immediately grab his wrist, pleading eyes submitting to him. When his other hand also cups your cheek, he cradles your face in his hands. Thumb caressing your cheekbones, you continue looking at him imploringly, silently telling him that you're ready to appease him so long as he doesn't elaborate on the downfall of those you care about.

A smile stretches on Chrollo's lips at your silent begging. "Quid pro quo, darling. I sincerely hope you remember that you are responsible for the situation you are about to be in."

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xxsycamore · 2 years

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—𝘊𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘌𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘊𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴

► SYNOPSIS:

It's the anniversary of the day peace came to Cradle, and it's also the eve of the day Ray, Sirius and Alice started dating. Despite the rough start, they find a way to enjoy themselves.

▍sirius x alice x ray ▍rating: E ▍tags: Polyamory; Modern AU; Banter; Fluff; Humor; almost everyone else makes an appearance; Dressing Room Sex; Non-Explicit Sex; Public Sex; Language of Flowers; Alcohol ▍wordcount: 2,699

▍masterlist

▍written for Ikemen Revolution Gift Exchange, hosted by @ikemenlibrary and @sunnyikemen ! Thank you for another amazing gift exchange ❤

▍a/n: @kashimalin-fanfiction , I had the pleasure of writing this gift for you! I decided to try and mash the ideas you provided into one (hopefully) beautiful mess, they were all amazing. Thank you for them and for giving me this lovely pairing to work with! I adore these three as a polyship. I had tons of fun making this gift for you - even if my sadness over ikerev's closing nudged me to add some additional sentimentality to it, haha :') It is partly inspired by ikerev's first anniversary event that recently had a rerun. Once again thank you and I hope you like this! ❤❤❤

"It makes me feel like I'm the only one making sacrifices for the sake of the group."

Ray is grumpy and still has his bedhair on that Alice only somewhat smoothed back into order. She'd given him the thumbs up while affirming that he has a "wild, liberated look on that suits him"... which got Ray at the last part. But still.

"It's not a group, it's a relationship!" She insists, lightly slapping his arm even if she continues to cling to it, making it harder for both of them to walk.

"…And it's not a sacrifice, you basically slept in. And now we're late."

Ray groans with what's remaining of his sleepiness coloring his voice hoarse. He thought he wouldn't need to explain this to Sirius, the one person who understands him at a glance alone otherwise. Well, as long as it resolves around managing the army, it seems.

"I slept in so you two don't call me a sleepyhead once the small hours come in." He has that trademark pissed-off look on his face that Alice (and maybe Sirius too) somehow finds hot. He's not exaggerating it on purpose, he swears - and goes on: "So that we could celebrate more."

Sirius can easily call out the inadequacy of that, but also, he knows his boyfriend. He just can't last long after midnight. He gets it.

That, plus, his temper has been greatly softened by a certain scene this morning - when barging into their shared room to finally wake up the sleepy King of Spades, he found him gloriously outstretched across the spacious bed, an alarm going off, likely for the nth time - and Ray sleeping unbothered through it.

A few seconds in it Sirius instantly recognized Alice's singing voice - it was a recording of him and Alice jokingly dueting for a clichéd love song while tipsy once at a black army banquet. Well, in Sirius' case, "tipsy" is an understatement. He didn't know Ray had this, much less that he used it as his alarm. He must've calculated that they both would be nowhere to be found by the time the alarm goes off, and subsequently, they won't hear. A miscalculation on his part being his actual waking up.

He fished out Ray's phone under the sheets successfully on the second loop of the song and turned it off before nudging his boyfriend awake - leaving him to think he himself turned it out between episodes of dozing off. Sirius' reason lies somewhere between being endeared to shyness and…blackmail material. He hasn't finalized his decision, and it highly depends on Ray's behavior today.

Today, the anniversary of the day the two armies got united.

And by great design, the eve of their own anniversary as a polyamorous couple. That would make twice the celebration, and consequently, twice the amount of chaos surrounding it.

"Sirius, not everyone has long legs like yours… slow it down."

He snaps back into reality.

Alice refuses to let go of Ray's arm which would make significant acceleration to her walking speed. But still, Sirius slows down, remembering that the shop is not going to close down for good five more hours, remembering that Luka and the red army chefs are taking care of the catering, remembering that Seth and a red army unit are taking care of preparing the venue, remembering that Fenrir and Zero are taking care of the security…

Remembering how Lancelot had snatched the folder with enlisted duties and who is in charge of them right off his hands.

He sighs but not of exhaustion, for once, keeping a little smile on his face and wishing he could be a little more like Ray.

"Okay let's make this quick, Alice chooses a dress then we go grab two suits, pay, walk out the store. Roger that?"

Alice knows better than to let Sirius's (bad) personality traits (yes, even he has some!) rub on her, but she can't help but mirror his grimace. WHY must men have just ONE official outfit in their wardrobe? While living under one roof with Fenrir Godspeed and his crazy gun collection, at least twenty of which are spraying paint and other liquids and double as a "crazy party trick", at that? One should have a backup suit. Ah, but, a little anniversary day shopping trip can be a wonderful bonding experience, and Alice who has plenty of dresses to choose from is still talked into buying another. It's on them.

"Roger that… should I pick a black dress and make it easier for you two?"

"Hell no." Ray shakes his head, hands still in his pockets rather than browsing the store. "We're not attending a funeral."

"Ray."

Sirius decides it will be taking it too far if he says, 'with the way this is going, it's going to be mine', because…it's not that bad? He looks at his smart watch and it's just 2 PM, they'll drop the clothes at the dry cleaner's, go grab lunch right afterward...

"…Okay then, why don't you choose it for me? And we don't really have to match… or it can be subtle. Like your neckties with my jewelry, or-"

"Let's match socks. You can pick a short dress and pair it with stockings?"

"No."

Ray groans again, he was clearly asking Alice and not Sirius. "Why not?"

Sirius crosses his arms, somehow less forwards than usual with his criticism. "…I've seen your taste for socks."

"He's right, Ray…"

Feeling betrayed, Ray's eyes widen, giving the two a clear view of his beautiful forest-green irises with a hint of fire in them. It's a forest fire they would want to put out, though, because Ray's rage is throwing flames at Sirius now.

"And you wear grandpa socks! You're lucky I gifted you a kitty print pair last Christmas or you'd remain with the same five ugly argyle print ones for life."

"But they're provided as part of the black army uniform…" Alice tries to back up for Sirius, but to no avail. They are far worse than Ray's crazy sock collection.

"Does anyone even wear these?" Ray scoffs, but is interrupted by Sirius grabbing his hand along with Alice's.

"Okay, timeout."

Making sure that no one is looking at them, Sirius leads them into a fitting room, closing it shut from the inside. He believes this is the best decision, even if undiscussed beforehand. Had he discussed it with them, one of his partners surely would've warned him that the fitting room is far from spacious enough for three people to get in. But Sirius knows how to get tough situations to work in his favor, with the King of Spades practically forced to meet his eyes instead of sulking and gazing away. Getting Alice to cooperate is much, much easier. He highly suspects that the deeper their feelings run for each other, the more the other man acts like a brat. Deep inside, Sirius sees the endearment of it - but right now he could use some cooperation.

"Your socks matching idea has potential. But maybe for some other occasion. Like Belle's birthday for instance."

"Hey, I will hold you to that."

"Fine." Sirius says blankly, impatient to move on. "And I suggest white and dark blue for Alice's dress. White for peace and blue for the army."

"That’s actually great. I think I want to see you in these colors, Alice."

Both pairs of eyes are on her now, and she just nervously chuckles. Gosh, she must be careful not to choose a dress with too much white or she'll become a blushing bride in the face of the mirror in the fitting room, imagination always running a little wild around these two. In the sweetest way.

"I love the sound of that! Are we ready to go out now?"

She thinks she sees them briefly exchanging a knowing gaze. In the next moment, two identically sweet smooches land on her cheeks.

***

Mission New Outfit is a total success. Alice looks like the goddess of peace she is, a deity they're supposed to worship. So stealing a kiss or two amidst the cascade of compliments is a must! Forgetting about how inconveniently cramped the fitting room was, the two of them gladly go in in order to help Alice out of the dress. They're in luck that she is characteristically a little clumsy or else her affirmations that she can manage alone would hold too much ground for this.

Either way, they end up in there again. Dazzled by her beauty, once the expensive dress is securely put away they share their fascinations in a way they see fit. Where words fail them, they use kisses - when they fail too, they use more than that.

It's not the first time they've been up to no good in places that are no good for that. Once it gets too hot to breathe and palm-sealed mouths still find a way to produce illicit sounds, they know they should stop.

It's a celebration started early, one of them says.A good couple of seconds afterward, the mark of orgasm staining another's voice, it is added:

Those are the best celebrations.

***

All guests are in the venue by late sunset, chatting around and helping themselves at the buffet. Friends living east and west of the civic center unite for the bright occasion, the word "peace" dancing off their tongues every now and then like candy that someone gives away. They indulge in it, knowing no fear and no censure. People high in the ranks blend with common folks. Selfie sticks are being raised in the air as often as toasts of champagne are - sticking out like antennas catching the same radio frequency of jovial laughter all around.

With pats on his back, Ray is sent off to the stage by the black army officers as his turn to hold a speech comes. He dislikes the idea of him and Lancelot coming individually in front of the people, and welcomes the King of Hearts on stage with him instead. It comes easy to them to combine it into one speech, the unnecessary clichés are cut off in favor of some honest, heartfelt words; of gratitude and bright hope for the future. The army officers are one by one named for their contribution to the peace, and of course, Alice's name is not left out either - the following applause heating her cheeks that almost hurt by smiling now. In the next moment everyone's attention turns to a flower cart being pushed into view below the stage - it's introduced into the venue by the whole Oswald family - well, minus one member who is at the black army table, - a pink-haired young man with a cheshire grin and someone that rarely shows up in public but whose face the people used to know from posters hung around town. Not a wanted man anymore and with all misunderstandings clouding his reputation shooed away along with the dark clouds of looming war, the public applauds the bunch's entry albeit with curiosity. Sporting a pretty suit, Harr has no hood to pull down and hide his face behind, but he doesn't feel too intimidated by the attention. He has Loki. Reminiscent of a mischievous cat, Loki skips his way up on stage and confidently steals the microphone.

From the name of Canis Major, the Oswald family flower shop, he thanks the members of the two armies, their kings, and everyone else present tonight. Apparently, there is a surprise done with the help of the citizens of Cradle who volunteered by joining in the preparation process today at the central plaza.

Watching as a flower crown is placed on Lancelot's blonde head, Ray knows he's next in line and spots Sirius in the public to raise a brow at. The latter shrugs in a nonchalant manner, visibly amused by the current events. "Oh, so now you're not uptight?", thinks Ray, a flower crown placed on his own head not long after. Next are the two armies' officers, much to Sirius' surprise. And finally, Alice.

To everyone else present is handled a white poppy, which appears on the flower crowns as well. Sirius chimes in to let those who don't know that the flower symbolizes peace. After its short journey, the microphone is finally back in Ray's hands and he expresses his gratitude, genuine surprise still marking his features - and the red army king is the same.

***

Soon everyone's back at their tables, live music fills the venue and many let it be the background noise of their chatter with one another. Sirius is swamped with questions if he truly didn't know about all of this. So is Ray, who is thought to know about the celebration's organization process. So is Alice, as their self-proclaimed aide-du-camp. Just like the two men, Alice shrugs, looking extra tiny in Sirius' coat that she took when a gush of wind came out.

Mainly, they get asked "where have you been all day to miss that!", and they chuckle. A hint of a knowing gaze is exchanged between the three, with noone noticing.

As soon as their friends give them a breather, the trio excuses themselves and makes it out of the crowd.

***

Whoever chose the location of the venue, Alice needs to thank them personally tomorrow. It turns out to be close to Cradle's beach, and she excitingly leads her puzzled boyfriends there.

"It's so nice to have two of you." She jokes, contently seated on Ray's coat on the sand as Sirius' one is dappled warmly around her shoulders at the same time. It's a mystery how none of their flower crowns fell off as she practically took them for a run towards here.

Seated next to her, Ray turns his attention to the polaroid camera hanging from his neck. Seth just couldn't help himself - he went ahead and gave them their anniversary gift way ahead of the others. He mentioned that there was a surprise in there.

"Tsk. It's the three of us on stage but I have that goofy surprised expression." Ray frowns as he pulls out the tiny photo that was last made. Seth had mentioned something about the three of them making some memories with it but this is in no way a good start.

"C'mon, come closer." Ray beckons, reaching to wrap his arm around Sirius on Alice's other side while holding the camera to face their way. They all smile and the shutter is clicked.

Alice holds the tiny polaroid photo with both hands like the prized possession it is, already back in their shared room in her mind and wondering where to put it. While admiring it, she misses the way Sirius and Ray lean in close to each other behind her back and meet their lips for a tiny kiss.

She hands back the camera to Ray and gains their attention again.

"I brought something, too."

They wait for the big reveal as she reaches inside the XL-sized dark blue coat. Another early gift?

"Ta-daah!" Alice exclaims, bringing into view…a bottle of champagne. Snatched from the buffet, most likely.

Ray and Sirius do another round of non-verbal communication put to test many a time during their years of knowing each other. It's the "no, I didn't see when this happened either".

Sirius is faster to crack into laughter than Ray this time, proceeding to open the bottle. The cork flies off with a loud 'pop' and to everyone's surprise, Sirius takes the first sip without being talked into this by his lovers. As if taking Ray's advice of letting loose, he even forgoes his own rule of avoiding alcohol - likely leaving himself in the hands of his trustworthy lovers to stop him before he becomes a different person.

Alice cheers on for him and he actually listens to her and chugs more. They’re a ridiculous but lovely sight. Their anniversary is not until a good hour or two, but Ray definitely feels like they started celebrating early.

"Wow. Alice steals a bottle and now you're drinking like no tomorrow. I'm clearly not the biggest troublemaker of the group."

"There he goes again!"

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j4y-lvr · 2 years

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❝I'm NOT a red fox(realꜝꜝ)❞teaser … kim sunoo

SYNOPSIS. Kim Sunoo just saw you turn into a small red fox right in front if his eyes. He thinks jay was right when he mentioned that sunoo was crazy because what the fuck did he see...

GENRE. fluff, crack, strangers to lovers(?)!au

PAIRINGS. sunoo x cursed!fem!reader

WARNINGS. cursing, tba

WORD COUNT. expected - 5k ; teaser - 504

NOTE. idk when this will be out since i have midterms going on rn but i have a short break right after. probably the end of this month?

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You were dragged to kim sunoo's sleepover with yun's unrelenting efforts. Yun was pretty social, knowing almost the entire mass of people at the so-called "sleepover", though you'd argue it was a party. You had heard of kim sunoo quite a lot before, many catching the feels while others simply enjoyed his presence.

He was undoubtedly a heartthrob, but he was the last one you'd expect to have a chance with. Moreso with your newly acquired condition of turning into a fox at midnight.

Now speaking of your predicament, you plan to stay till 11 pm and take the bus back home with the excuse that your mother wanted you home. In fact, she did not because she wanted you to experience the drama that came with turning into a fox right in front of someone.

But your only problem was that it was 8:30, and you had no one to talk to, as yun left your line of sight. Though one thing was, you were sleepy. A nap sounded like a good idea, didn't it?

Oh, how wrong you were.

You jolt awake at 11:52 pm to see everyone asleep. The gods probably took pity and decided to help you out for once. It's easier to leave with most asleep and yun passed out on the floor.

But where had you placed your phone?

And so your hunt began, racing against the clock that ticked faint as you struggled to walk around with the number of people passed out on the carpeted floors. You recall placing your phone on the island in the kitchen while drinking the oddly-flavored punch earlier.

You tiptoe your way to the kitchen, carefully grabbing your phone up and off the counter, the screen lighting up, the time flashing 11:59 pm. You screech internally, ready to make a run outside the door merely to see an individual standing right beside you through your peripheral vision.

You jump, gluing your back to the counter as you stare wide-eyed at the one only, kim sunoo, a glass of water in his hand. Your pacing eyes peek at your phone as it ticks to 12:00 am, and poof, you transform into a small red fox right in front of him with your phone clattering to the ground.

A hand flies to his mouth, clutching it in disbelief as you panic and utter, "it's not what you think this is—"

But then he starts talking to himself, "i must be crazy, totally crazy— i couldn't have possibly seen a human turn into a fox which can SPEAK?! plus, it sounds just like y/n, and the human looked like y/n too—"

He was hyperventilating, placing the glass back on the counter and slowly backing away as he spoke to you, "there, little fox, don't come any closer. stay right where you are,"

"you're not crazy—"

"IT'S TALKING AGAIN. OH MY GOSH, JAY WAS RIGHT; I LOST MY MIND!" He whisper-shouted, looking exasperated.

"no, just let me finish—"

"wait, why is yn trapped in a fox?"

"i'm not trapped—"

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httpknjoon · 1 year

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Q & A for A-listers

"What sparked between you two to become friends?"

"Now that you're friends for years or best friends, how do you comfort each other? And is there any memorable moment when comforting each other?"

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"I think it's because we bond pretty easily. Plus, it's really her who sparked our friendship," Jin replied to the first question. "As I said before, Y/N is a good conversationalist. She never makes anyone feel left out and will always try to engage with everyone. She always makes anyone feel welcome and comfortable with her. Ever since I was young, I have had some issues with socializing and making friends. But Y/N instantly made me feel at ease the first time I met her."

On the other hand, you answered: "We almost have the same interests and humor, which can be a bit surprising since he may seem introverted while I'm more outgoing. But we vibe."

"And he is a gentle person to everyone," you added. "He pretty much earned my trust the first time I saw him in the screen test of Cornelia Street. Like, instantly. I felt how considerate and patient he is during our first test there. So, I really tried to form a bond with him throughout the whole movie production. Something told me that he is genuine with his kindness."

You pursed your lips as you ran your fingers on Francheskat's soft fur. You felt your cat easing on your lap. You smiled when she purred.

"Based on my experience, I think Jin's way of comforting someone is physical touch. I cannot count how many times he massaged my sweaty palms and he is really good at it! At times, he also gives warm hugs like Olaf." you chuckled.

"He is also great at comforting someone with words. My most memorable memory from it was during the release of Lover. I was lost almost the whole day after I learned about the news and he basically stayed by my side that time. He assured me that everything will be just fine."

"Y/N can be really expensive when comforting someone!" Jin laughed. "She is usually ready to spend money and buy gifts while spending quality time with someone. We joked about it a lot of times. One time, I was really worried about this upcoming project of mine. I talked to her about it over the phone for days and then, she called me up some midnight later— I was not sleeping at that time because I was stressed— telling me we're flying somewhere for a quick breather."

Jin cannot stop laughing at the memory, "It was crazy spontaneous and I usually don't like those types of stuff. But she's good at persuading and an hour later, we're in a private jet she rented to somewhere. When I asked her why do we need to go far. She said that she wants to be a normal friend while seeing me personally, to listen to my problem. By that, she meant flying outside the US to walk and chat around places with no flashes and paparazzi around. So yeah, we did that. It was a great pause for all the mess in my head that time."

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daedalusdavinci · 2 years

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"i want to deserve you. I'm trying to deserve you" twobats

this one mightve gotten away from me a little. apparently i have a lot of thoughts about two face reforming. thanks for the ask!

send me a yearning ask!

Two Face woke up panting from a nightmare he couldn't remember, disoriented and terrified. Sitting upright was like fighting an uphill battle against Bruce's pile of blankets, which was about as heavy as a brick wall. However, the struggle gave him enough time to remember where he was, before he tried to reach for a gun that hadn't been there for years.

Next to him, Bruce grunted, grasping his pillow closer.

Two Face took a deep breath. The initial fear still clung to him, but he tried to think past it, remembering what his therapist had said about counting his senses.

Bruce's bedroom was almost pitch black, with only the faintest streaks of moonlight leaking in through the bottom of the curtains and the door. It was their bedroom now, really, but Two Face still had trouble thinking of it as anything other than Bruce's, no matter how many of his possessions filled the closet. The sheets were still warm in his hands, and he could feel Bruce's knee pushed against his thigh, hidden somewhere under the blankets. Somewhere in the room, a clock ticked softly, and Bruce's breathing was steady and slow next to him.

The fear faded. In its place, a strange kind of hollowness felt heavy around Two Face's heart.

Not wanting to wake Bruce up, or have his little crisis in this room that was supposed to be his, but felt like it'd only ever be Harvey's, Two Face swung his legs over the side of the bed. Grabbing his glasses and a robe from the wall, Two Face crept quietly out of the room, heading downstairs to the kitchen.

The kitchen, at least, had always felt like less of an intrusion. He had countless memories of sneaking in with Bruce when they were young to steal Alfred's cookies, or away from a party. The older memories softened the present, making it easier to accept.

Plus, the kitchen had coffee, and maybe cookies, if he was lucky.

Fortunately, Harvey came through. Alfred's old jar was getting low, but there were still enough cookies left for Two Face to sit on the counter and enjoy a quiet midnight snack. Bruce's kids were too old now for any impression he made to rub off on them, but it still felt freeing to let his manners slip a little in the dead of night.

He wasn't sure how much time passed before he heard the stairs creak. He doubted it was even a half an hour. Bruce's hair stuck up in every direction, his expression like that of the walking dead as he shuffled into the room. He hadn't even bothered to tie his own robe, and his shirt still rode up on his hip. He joined Two Face at the counter wordlessly, stepping between his thighs and tipping bonelessly into him.

Even with the strange feeling pushing in on Two Face's heart, he felt a wave of fondness as he opened his arms for Bruce. Even if Bruce wasn't his, even if he felt like an interloper in Harvey's life, it was hard to think of pushing Bruce away when he was so sleepy and clingy- or at least, as clingy as Bruce ever got. He set his coffee down and combed his fingers through Bruce's hair, dragging his nails along Bruce's scalp, the way he liked most. "I didn't mean to wake you up."

"S'fine," Bruce mumbled. His lips found Two Face's collarbone, his arms snaking around Two Face's waist. "Something wrong?"

When he was tired enough, Two Face could almost imagine that he heard Matches's accent in Bruce's voice. It had been years now, since Harvey had finally opened up those memories to him, but sometimes he thought a part of him would still never be past it. It felt like just another way that he didn't fit into this.

He sighed, leaning back on one hand. "I'm not Harvey."

Bruce paused, absorbing that information. But he didn't pull away. He never did. "The question still stands."

Two Face shut his eyes. He wasn't sure if he would've preferred it if Bruce did pull away. Maybe it would've been easier if Bruce didn't love him, and if it was just Harvey. Maybe then he wouldn't feel so confused all the time.

But Bruce stayed, his fingers dragging slow circles along Two Face's back.

Two Face pressed his face against Bruce's hair, curling back around him as he moved his arm around his shoulders. It took a minute to find the words, to form them on his tongue and push them out into the space between them. "I want to deserve you. I'm trying to deserve you."

Bruce's hold on him tightened. His palms dragged over Two Face's back, his lips pressing into Two Face's neck. "You do. You already do."

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whorekneecentral · 1 year

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So like we all know Kevins dad is also in racing. And you have worked for him for like a few years when Kevin was with Haas the first time around so you did not spend time with one another. But then Kevin was sacked and got to spend more time with his dad doing race weekends... and lets just say Kevin has some aggression he needs to get out of his system, and there you are. Tending to his needs because who are you to say no when he pays you attention...

okay idk if I read this wrong or if I'm just too sleepy to function but reader works with kev’s dad, right? cause how i’m gonna write it lmao -- it’s turned into a mechanic au bro idk go with it

“You’re still here?” His voice startles you, you turn to find Kevin behind you. “Yeah,” you smile, “had some invoices to finish up.”

“It’s close to midnight, isn’t the mister waiting for you at home?” He laughs, walking into the little office attached to the garage. You shook your head, covering a yawn with your hand. “No mister, just me.”

Kevin sits in the chair of the other side desk, across you. “Oh,” he smiles.

He looked tired, worn out but as handsome as he had always been. He been had a rough few months, Haas dropped him and now he's been trying to figure out what he’s going to do next. In the meantime, he’s working with his dad and therefore, you by extension.

You pick up a stack of papers to take over to the cupboard behind Kevin and as you were passing back, he grabs your hand. The feeling of the grease clings to your skin, a faint black smudge on your wrist.

“I’m sure dad won’t mind if you go home, in fact I’m almost certain he doesn’t pay you enough to be here this late.” Kevin looks up at you from his spot.

“Not much to go home too; plus I can come in late if I finish it now.”

Kevin hums, pulling you to stand in front of his. You're backed up against the desk when he stands, now you're stuck between him and the desk. “You're very pretty,” he says, knuckles brushing under your chin.

Your eyes find his, a slight smile on your face. “Thank you.”

“Can I kiss you?” He whispers, lips hovering over yours. “Please,” you lean into him, closing the gap between the two of you.

Kevin lifts you onto the desk, standing between your legs. It’s a mess, the two of you can’t move fast enough to get the clothes off of each other, his shirt unbuttoned halfway and your skirt bunched up over your hips as he undoes his pants.

He pulls you to the edge of the desk, your legs wrapping around his hips when he pushes into you and you fall back flat against the desk. Kevin’s hips dig into you, the pace shook the desk and the piles of papers scattered across the floor.

Kevin’s hand slides up your body, wrapping around your neck; “you have no idea how long I wanted to do this,” he says, his other hand on your hip, nails digging into you.

Your own hand wrapping around his wrist. “You have no idea how long I wanted you to do this.”

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authorangelita · 1 year

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First Sentences Game

Tagged by @disappearinginq - thank you!!

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

Tagging: @impossiblepluto, @appalachianapologies, @bloodfromthethorn, @januarydivide, @rosieblogstuff, @lailuhhh, @erinsworld, @nativestarwrites, and anyone else who wants to play! I've been traveling today, so I'm behind on posts and hope I didn't double-tag anyone.

1. From: Foster Mac 2: Mac Moves In

Mac spent several days in an emergency foster home, and there were a lot of kids there, so Mac kept to himself. He was polite with the adults and spent most of his time working through a Calculus textbook from the library or reading ahead in his homework.

2. From: Out Is Through Part 2

The Phoenix jet had been upgraded at some point over the last five years. The seats were incredibly comfortable, with a plush, soft brown leather that almost felt like a hug when you sat in it. Plus, a few of them even reclined. Jack had claimed a recliner toward the back of the plane and sat there [redacted because I'm not sure I'm keeping this tidbit] while he watched Mac and Riley.

3. From: Mac Drugged Jack Saves Him

Jack was woken by his ringing phone. He rolled over, grabbed his phone, and glanced at the alarm clock. 2:37 AM. No one in the history of the world had ever gotten a good phone call in the middle of the night.

4. From: Febuwhump 2023 Panic

A scream startled Jack awake, and he was on his feet and moving before his brain registered what was happening.

He dashed across the hallway and through Mac's open bedroom door to find his partner frantically fighting his way out of his twisted bedsheets. Mac made panicked, distressed sounds as he tried to push the sheets away with his left arm in a cast.

5. From: Mac kidnapped Texas

Janie Dalton was startled awake. Her bedroom was dark, and the clock's bright blue numbers seared 3:13am into her retinas. It was too damn early. She had less than two hours before she had to get up to tend to the ranch, so why was she awake now?

6. From: Mac Throat Injury (for Bad Things Happen Bingo)

Jack found Mac in the last place he expected to find him: sitting quietly in an exam room in Phoenix Medical.

"Everything all right?" Jack asked as he moved to Mac's side and looked him up and down. There was plenty of blood on his clothes, but Jack was pretty sure it had all come from Riley. He himself also wore a fair amount of her blood.

7. From: Mac Sole Survivor (for Bad Things Happen Bingo)

Mac's ears were ringing from the explosion that had sent him tumbling down the stairs he'd been taking two or three at a time to get out of the building. There was so much dust in the air that he could barely see what was in front of his face, and it was clogging his nose and throat, causing him to cough painfully with aching ribs.

8. From: maybe not today

~~! 2036 !~~

The sun was barely over the horizon when they started their horseback ride through the pastures and trails around the Dalton family ranch. Jack had wisely suggested they start their ride early, because it was July 4th weekend, and it would be too hot during the day. Even ten-year-old Jay agreed, but that might have been because it was one of his favorite ranch activities. He'd been up and dressed and ready to saddle his black and white-spotted Appaloosa before half the adults had even had their first cup of coffee.

9. From: sleepy Mac debrief

This debrief was taking far too long in Jack's opinion. He and Mac had landed just past midnight and immediately reported to Phoenix. They'd filed their after action reports while in flight, so he wasn't sure why it was so important that they rehash everything right now when they were both running on very little, or no, sleep.

10. From: don't be dead

The explosion knocked Jack off his feet. He scrambled back up quickly and ran for the burning building that Mac was still inside.

"Jack!" Riley shouted, reaching for him but missing as he dodged around her and darted through an open doorway.

#first sentences game #i've shared some of these before probably #macgyver 2016 #wip beginnings #i chose to read the rules as if they should be wips because that's more fun right?

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chelleztjs18 · 1 year

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Hello you 😌

I'm okay, a little sleepy. How are you?

That's good. Anons can be difficult to deal with sometimes. I feel bad for you writers or anyone on this app who get hate messages/angry messages. But I did see a lot of people messaging you to make you feel better! Glad you have a lot of support!

My day was alright, just worked. It was really boring, that I was playing on my switch. What did you do today?

I'll be spending Christmas alone. Maybe New Years with friends. Do you guys do fireworks for New Years? Or watch the ball drop at midnight?

Yes but not white bread. When I was younger, it would be rolls, and there's this really good ice cream flavor called Ube. It's so good. I think ube is starting to be popular here in the states. But anyways, have you? Have you tried fried ice cream??

I don't think I've asked, but do you have any favorite bands?

- CuriousGeorge

hiiii. oh no, where is my long nicknames? hahha

is everything okay?

yeah. To be honest, it was my first anon who got me upset. I'm lucky that my anons and followers have been really nice, sweet and understanding. (including u.) :D

To be honest, I almost cried seeing how much support i got from my followers and mutuals. Even some of them who never talked to me before broke the silence. I'm very grateful to know that people like me and my blog that much.

Ah okay. may i know what do u do for work?

I didn't do a lot today but the little one got me pretty busy. She was clingy and followed me everywhere. hahaha. plus it was a wild day with the anons.

I wanted to shoot some arrows but it was so windy n cold today.

Awww, I'm sorry. That sucks that u gonna spend it alone. but, u r more than welcomed to keep sending me asks. :)

oh r u planning to go out on new years eve with friends? when I was in California, we cant really play fireworks there. So sometimes we go out to see it but not often, i wasnt really interested to go in the crowd n being so cold just to see fireworks. hahaha I have done that before with my friends in los angeles when i just got here just for the experience. now i dont really care.

But this year we r in Oklahoma which is legal to fire big fireworks so i think we will do it but not sure. or maybe we'll go to texas to visit my cousin. or they come to visit. not sure yet. I actually prefer just to stay at home. ahahahaha. i dont like crowd anyway. u can call me boring because I'm not really interested either on watching the ball drop. lol. i meant it's just bunch of balls got dropped on top of crowds. Even if i live in new york, i will never go to that crowd to see the event. lol.

ah okay, i have tried with sweet rolls too. it's so good. i love it. my husband thinks it's weird. lol i guess it's an asian things eating ice cream with bread. hahaha.

is ube and taro the same? n yes I have tried fried ice cream before. the restaurant i used to work have that as one of the dessert choices. they wrap the ball of ice cream with pound cake, freeze it and then fried it when someone order it, top it with chocolate syrups and powdered sugar and some whipped cream n cherries. :D n the ice cream choices are green tea or vanilla, sometimes chocolate.

hmm.. my favorite bands are The Cranberries. n then Linkin Park, The Corrs. I love Lady Antebellum country band too. whats urs?

Next questions?

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New Years Prompt: Gundham Tanaka w/ falling asleep before midnight.

Entry for @the-invincible-mikey

In hindsight, you probably should have seen this coming. You were always the only one to stay up to midnight, no matter how hard he actually tried to keep his eyes open. You do have to admit, he did try. That's all that you could really ask out of him at this point.

Of course, you did almost have to blackmail him into staying up with you in the first place. The man always went to bed early, usually around 8 or 9pm. Then he'd sometimes get up before dawn to start work. Somehow he always made sure not to wake you up while going through this process.

"Aren't you going to stay up with me?"

"I have a quest to finish at the eve of the rising sun."

He has to get up early to work in the morning. How wonderful. Not only will he not stay up with you, but he'll be gone by the time you wake up. You can already tell he's tired, but this so not up for debate.

"You never want to stay up with me."

"I refuse to let a plague intoxicate my body. As a dark ruler yourself, I wouldn't think you allow yourself to prey victim to mind warping creatures either."

"The dark devas already said they'd stay up with me. Plus, I'm a night owl, remember?"

"Ah yes, your rituals before dawn. Assaulting my senses and casting spells upon me. Be glad I didn't cast my own hex on you for disturbing my slumber."

"You can't stay mad at me for waking you up once."

"You fiend, your rituals have happened more than once in a fortnight!"

"Well then I guess you're going to have to stay up with me, because when it hits midnight I'm using party poppers."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Gundham. I'm fully committed to celebrating the new year whether you are or not. You're not getting in the way of my fun."

You had a feeling he wouldn't exactly make it to midnight. Gundham, despite most people's beliefs, was very much a morning person. The latest he'd ever really stay up was 10pm, and that was when he was having issues calming his "wild beasts". That would lead him to a bad headache in the morning. He never really let it affect his work, but it occasionally would dip into his speech. The pain would cause him to be irritable, or straight up make him drop the "Prince of Darkness" act altogether. Hearing him talk like everyone else seemed foreign. Though it would also happen if he got sick, being miserable can do that to people.

"Y/N, please not right now..."

"Gundham?"

"What?"

"You want to just go back to bed for a little while?"

".....I have work to do..."

"I can take over for a while."

It's rather surprising just how tired he can get from missing just two hours of sleep.

In all honesty, you didn't really care if he couldn't stay awake that long. You just wanted him to be a little bit closer to you when midnight hits. Leading you to the very situation you're in right now.

"If I awake with a curse, then you must prepare for the gates oh hell to open."

"I'm sure I can handle you being irritated and sleepy for a day or two."

Gundham barely made it past 11pm. He was so close to midnight, just an hour longer and he would have made it. Well, if you had kept waking him up he probably would have made it. But that would be mean to just torture him like that.

When he was out cold, that was game over. So the moment he slumped over onto your shoulder lightly snoring, it was time to start wrapping things up. No party poppers, you lowered the volume on the tv so it wouldn't disturb him, moved him to a more comfortable position on the couch, turned the lights out, and covered him with a blanket. The only thing he did while out was shift onto his side to avoid the glare of the tv shinning on him.

As well as let out a small whine of which you will never bring up to him for the sakes of his confidence.

You moved to sit on the floor and continued to wait for the countdown to commence. It almost seemed like an agonizing punishment with Gundham now asleep, at least the small talk you were doing previously would distract you from the time. You could always play on your phone, watch a YouTube video, check your social media accounts. Anything to distract you from the boredom. Though, if you did, you'd mostly likely become too absorbed in what you were doing and end up missing the count down altogether.

After what felt like forever, the count down finally started, you very quietly started counting back with the closed captioning on the television screen.

"10! 9!"

"8! 7!"

"6! 5!"

Moments like this always seemed to go by way too fast. It was over as quickly as it started really. With that, you gave Gundham a quick peck to the cheek and turned the tv off. The devas had already burrowed into the scarf he forgot to take off, seemingly fast asleep. They did keep their promise, so another victory for them.

"Goodnight Gundham."

"Night."

It surprised you that he responded at all. You though he passed out over an hour ago. You must have woke him up again. You really need to stop doing that, he's such a light sleeper!

I tried with this one. It's obviously different than others I've done in the past. I hope you liked it though! Sorry it's shorter than the others, I just couldn't think of a lot to write for Gundham.

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bleach-story-time · 2 years

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Midnight Snack

Rukia gets up and finds someone in the Kitchen

Rukia tossed and turned in her bed but no matter what she just could not get comfortable. Sighing she gave up on sleep and sat up.

'Maybe a snack and some hot chamomile would help' She thought getting up and putting on her robe.

She moved as quiet as possible through the empty halls not wanting to disturb anyone, especially her brother. She was almost to the kitchen when she noticed the light was on.

'No one should be awake at this hour' Rukia thought moving even slower towards the door. As she approached the door she peaked arpund it slowly. Her eyes widened at the sight.

Byakuya was slicing some bread at the counter. When he had two slices he dropped a pad of butter in a pan that had been on the stove. After a few seconds he placed one slice of bread in the pan. It was followed by three slices of cheese and the second slice of bread.

A few minutes passed and he raised the contents of the pan. Byakuya dropped another pad of butter in the pan before turning the sandwich so that it would cook the other side.

Turning away from the pan he reached into a cabinet and pulled out two small plates. "Its rude to spy on people" he spoke in his normal calm voice.

Rukia stepped out into the door way, "I'm sorry Nii-sama I just didn't want to disturb you." She said.

"Its alright," he said turning back to the stove. He turned it off and removed the grilled cheese from the pan into one of the plates. "Couldn't sleep?" He asked with his back to her.

"No," Rukia walked up to the counter. "I was going to make some tea and maybe a snack." She admitted quietly.

"Well it seems like great minds think alike" Byakuya turned with two plates each with half a sandwich on it. He turned back from her and returned with two cups of tea.

"You don't have to share your food with me Nii-sama" Rukia said quickly a blush appearing on her cheeks.

"Nonsense, I couldn't possibly eat all this" Byakuya lied sliding a plate over to her.

"Thank you" She said shyly taking the plate and the tea.

"Give it a moment, the cheese is still very hot" Byakuya warned as he picked up his tea to sip it slowly.

Rukia eyed the sandwich then peaked up to her brother. "Nii-sama can I ask you something."

"Of course," he said placing his tea cup down.

"When did you learn how to cook?" She asked.

Byakuya raised a well manicured eyebrow. "I wouldn't call making a grilled cheese cooking." He admitted. "But I learned this when I was younger. I use to eat alot as a kid" he admitted.

Rukia listened excitedly as she picked up her half of the sandwich.

"I would come into the kitchens and make a huge mess," he continued as he drank his tea. "One of the servants walked in one night and she showed me an easy snack to make" Byakuya picked up his half and took a bite. "Do you like it?"

Snacking on her sandwich and sipping her tea Rukia nodded her head. "Yes" She said with a small yawn.

"Looks like this midnight Snack is doing what you intended" her brother mused.

She nodded her head rubbing one eye sleepily. The warm food plus the warm liquid of the tea was making her sleepy.

"Finish your snack and striaght to bed." He said finishing his sandwich. He left the his empty plate and cup in the sink before he came around the counter to where Rukia was. Before leaving he placed a soft hand on her head, "sweet dreams Rukia." With that he left her

Rukia felt instantly warmed and happy with his hand on her head. After he left she finished her snack and she placed thier dishes in the sink.

When she returned to her room sleep consumed her as soon as Her head hit her pillow.

In Byakuya's room he was kneeling infront of Hisana's picture. "Rukia is mich like you Hisana. She too enjoyed the grilled cheese sandwich as you once did."

#bleach #bleach fanfiction #byakuya kuchiki #rukia kuchiki #hisana kuchiki #grilled cheese #bleach story time

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sunnysidefangirl · 4 years

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Midnight Snack Run (JJ x reader)

Summary: Reader wakes up with a wanting for a midnight snack.

Warnings: none? Not really edited sorry.

A/N: I want what the pogues have so I wrote it!!!

(Not my gif)

I groaned quietly before sitting up in the bed. The bedroom I slept in occasionally was almost pitch black. The only light being from the moon and stars behind the shutters. There was an annoying feeling that I just couldn't ignore. I wanted a snack right now. I wanted to go in the twinkie, drive to a small store, buy a bunch of food, and eat it. I've never had such a strong urge to do this...why? This is so random, could I just wait. No, probably not. I want to do it now, or else I won't be able to sleep peacefully. Should I really do this? I mean it's...

12:09

Twelve at night.

Darn you Y/n! Welp, I guess I am doing this. I quickly try to think of the best way to do this mission. I should be back by 12:40. I start to get out of bed but a hand on my hip stopped me.

"Where are you going?" JJ asked in a adorable sleepy voice. His hair was still unbelievably fluffy and sticking up in random places. His eyes were lightly squinted as he tried to regain his sight.

"I'm going to the store. I will be right back. " I said to JJ, softly getting out of his grip.

"You're going to the store?" JJ asks becoming more awake as the conversation went on. He checked to time on his phone before he sat up a little. "It's 12, are you crazy?"

"No, I'm hungry." I witfully told him. I change into a pair of sweatpants and a navy blue jacket. JJ sighs before he runs his hand through his blonde hair. A small amount of guilt entered me. I should have been more careful getting out of bed so I didn't wake him up. I leaned on the bed and gave him a peck on the cheek.

"I'll be right back." I said while putting my hair in a high ponytail with a few pieces of hair out to frame my face.

"Wait for me." JJ groaned getting out of the bed.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm not gonna let you just go out by yourself at night. Plus a snack does sound really good right now." JJ says while putting on an old white hoodie.

I smiled at the sweet gesture.

"Aw, JJ, that's really sweet." With a kiss on the cheek JJ became a little more awake. He blushed but rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah."

JJ puts shoes on as do I and then we were ready for a midnight snack.

"Okay so we should-"

THUMP

I tripped over the edge of the bed making a loud noise.

"Shhh!"

"I'm sorry it's dark!"

"Dude, here, take my hand." JJ says. I obey, grabbing his hand and allowing him to pull me out of his room.

We leave the bedroom and go to the hall way. Before I could go any farther JJ stopped walking.

"Wait what's the plan?" He asked

"Plan?" I question him.

"Yes, we have to have some sort of plan!"

"No we don't we just go to the store."

"That's boring. Since it's just us and I bet nobody else is up at this time we could go do something else too."

"Hmm..." I pause for a second. I guess he's right nothing is really open at this time. "I guess you're right. Maybe we could go to the beach."

"Exactly what I was thinking." JJ smiles.

"Wait, we should ask John B for his twinkie?" I don't want him to get angry at us or anything.

JJ then paused and looked at the door John B was currently sleeping in. After a few long seconds he shook his head.

"....nah. He'll be fine, he'll know it was us. Plus we'll be back before he even knows it was gone." JJ shrugs.

"Hey!" A third party voice whispers harshly. The third voice suprised me greatly. I turn around to see Kie. She had a sleepy look on her face and it was easy to see behind her glare. "What is going on here?!"

"We're getting snacks..." I said sheepishly.

"Snacks?" Kie says. She looked at me with a confused face. Probably wondering if I was crazy like JJ did a few moments ago.

"Yeah, wanna come?" JJ offered.

"...sure." Kie sighs. "Let me put some shoes on."

"Okay." JJ said.

We wait a mere minute for Kie and when she came back Pope was at her side.

"What's wrong?" He asked us, his hair was sticking up in random directions. Pope's brown eyes were squinted and he looked really tired.

"We're going to get something to eat man." JJ says with a shrug.

"Something to eat?! Right now?!" Pope exclaimed in disbelief.

JJ pointed at me and that lead to Kie and Pope looking at me.

"I just wanted a midnight snack!" I exclaim quietly. "Is it a crime for me to be hungry?"

Pope rolls his brown eyes but his face held a lot of amusement. I knew he couldn't actually be mad at me.

"Fine, I'll come too." He said.

"Why are you all awake?!" The booming voice of John B made us jump from the contrast of the previous whispering voices. He came out of his room with sweatpants and an old t-shirt on. He looked at us like we were crazy.

"Sorry dude, we didn't mean to wake you." JJ says.

"By the way can we take the van?" I ask. Might as well since he is awake.

John B turned to me and looked even more confused. His eyes were wide, you could practically see his brain working to figure out what is going on.

"Yeah...why?"

"We're going to get something to eat." Kie says. "Are you coming?"

John B looked at us for a while before he sighed. "I don't know, I-I'll see just...wait a second I need to go-"

"Sarah can come too." Kie smirks.

I start to laugh along with Pope and JJ. John B had another different look of disbelief. He snuck Sarah in often and he never told us so maybe he's wondering how we knew. The thing is, we all knew, they are awful at hiding secrets and sneaking around.

One time I decided to come over after a bad argument with my parents and since I was coming in late everybody was asleep. As I was about to walk into the room that JJ sometimes slept in, something in John B's room caught my eye. He was halfway out of the window pulling someone who I guessed was Sarah.

"John B, use your muscles!" She whispered.

"I am! You have to help me pull you up!" He whispered back.

Not wanting them to know I saw them, I made my way to JJ's room trying to keep my giggles small. They really have to get better at sneaking around.

"Sarah..." JJ sang in a teasing voice towards John B's door where she is, no doubt. This action made us laugh more.

"Uh, okay...okay, uh, I'm just gonna...just wa-wait here." John B replied becoming flustered. He then basically flew in his room but I noticed his slightly pink face.

We waited for a few minutes for John B and Sarah. They emerged from the room with slightly embarrassed faces. Sarah had a blush on her cheeks and a long sweatshirt on that probably belonged to John B.

"Don't be embarrassed! JJ used to sneak me in when we started dating." I grin linking arms with Sarah. She smiled back at me as we made our way outside.

"He what?" John B asked looking at his best friend. "I didn't know that."

"That's because we are good at sneaking and keeping secrets." I responded with a smirk.

"Hell yeah we are." JJ grins kissing my cheek. I felt my cheeks get warm at his affection.

In no time, we were all in the twinkie off driving to find a convenient store.

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JJ and I stayed in the van while the four others went closer to the beach. They sat at the beach and ate their snacks while playing in the sand.

I grabbed a bag of chips and opened it before I started to eat the salty snack. JJ and I sat in silence enjoying each other's company as we ate.

JJ opened his mouth towards me causing me to roll my eyes.

"You always ask me for my food." I said while putting a chip in his mouth.

"I can't help it." JJ shrugged nonchalantly. We were greeted with comfortable silence for only a few seconds. "This was actually a good idea."

"What?" I asked taking a sip of soda.

"Going out for a midnight snack." He said quietly looking at the sky. I was a little taken aback at the look of peace on his face.

"I really didn't mean to wake you up." I laughed lightly. JJ grins widely showing his crooked teeth. He suprised me, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close to him. I laid against him, my back against his chest and our arms wrapped together. JJ lightly kissed the top of my forehead before continuing to look at the stars in the sky.

We stayed at the beach for a few hours before going back to John B's and catching up on the hours of sleep we lost.

That soon became a pogue tradition. Whenever one of us had a bad night, couldn't sleep or was just hungry we would pile into John B's van, drive to the nearest store, and buy as much snacks as we could with how much money we had. None of us knew how important one night would be to all of us. It was simple times like this that really mattered to us.

All we needed was food, a van, a night sky, and each other.

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arctic-urpo · 7 years

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God I was gonna do stuff today like finish answering stuff but I’m already so sleepy....

#urpo talks #i had to wake up early to go to the hospital orz #and now i'm so sleepy and tired #plus well #as one may assume from the fact that i went to the hospital i am not physically well #to be more exact i'm in pain and uncomfort #it's nothing serious though!! so no need to worry #just gotta eat antibiotics and vitamins for a few days #ughghhg #contemplating whether i should just go sleep and wake up early tomorrow to do Stuff #or try to hang on and do them now #i mean it is almost midnight here...#plus i gotta take the antibiotics before i go to sleep so i would be able to take those sooner #asdfgsdfgh #but i feel bad if i still don't do the stuff i was planning to do like #yesterday #i was gonna do them today since i thought i'd have time #but instead i've been just writhing in pain and going to the hospital and apothecary and whatnot

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japsthoughts · 4 years

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Tires of emotions during boards.

It was 3 in the morning. I woke up with 2hrs sleep, feeling sleepy & anxious. It felt like i'm ready and at the same time i was not. I'm trying to not feel the pressure and leave all the worries behind. I was the last reviewee who went to sleep yet the first one who woke up. Smelled my new white polo which is required to each examinees and wore it. I prayed and tried to go back to sleep but i can't, thoughts popping out. I grabbed my cl hand outs and reviewed it in our lobby, I know to myself that i ain’t absorbing anything. I’m worried and im like 3hrs away from the exact time to take the first subject.

I read the letter that Tyn wrote to me for that day. My heart is full while reading it. I'm teary eyed. I again, prayed to the Lord. I know that i can't make any things without His guidance so i ask for it as much as i can as this is the battle that i’ve prepared for months and i don’t wanna mess things up plus fail my parents and my Ates who financially supports me.

First day went smooth. Questions are hard but what really had me that day is the Lord's presence. I'm filled with happiness as i felt it. I went directly to church as it's midweek. Went straight to the dorm to sleep but my paranoid self can't help to get my handouts to study. Damn, i hate myself for that. Kuya migs tried to stop me and said it's unhealthy for me to study this late (12am). Given the fact that i only had 2hrs sleep, i know to myself that everything i'll read wont get inside my head. So i listened.

November 20, 2019 (first day!)

It was 4 in the morning. I woke up with four hours sleep and think it's enough to bang a big day. I grab my pc notes, calculator, and a tariff laws reviewers but to be honest i don't know what to review.

I resolve in getting the methods of valuation which i think i forgot so i browse it but before that i tried to solve one pc problem. I'm trying to calm myself as it is the last day of the boards and im too scared. From jeep to while waiting for our que to enter the exam room, i'm reading the mov and yep i finished it hehez(sobrang pasaway). Here the tl comes and shitttttt it was fuckinggg hard!!!! Never thought it would be that hard because i am acing it every diagnostics and mb but shittttttt. When someone told you that you have to take subjects equally YOU.MUST.FUCKIN.LISTEN.TO.THEM. Look what happened to me. Kainis!! I cried on that subject. I just lift it all to Him.o be calm and to not feel the pressure.

November 21, 2019 (second day!)

That's the photo of us after tariff fucking law. We were shookt because they said that we have to memorize the rates of PPAs so damn we crammed. Huhuhu

After the computation. As i was leaving the room area I was shookt that almost everyone is crying. Well, i'm about to cry too but idk why it didn't fell down. Before going to the dorm, all of my classmate who were also assigned in my school were went to the church. Unfortunately, i got no church to ran to because it's still thursday so i have to wait for tomorrow's service. So i decided to eat in Jollibee first, I ordered a lot. I was drained, hopeless, heavy burdened. After i eat, tears started to flow. It was hard. I felt like I’m not gonna make it. I can't believe that it would be this hard. So I called my best friend, Tyn and she saved me that night. Separate blog for that. So yeah. After that i went to the dorm. Most of them are crying, they also felt my baggage. So I just give it to the Lord.

The next day( November 22, 2019). Tyn and I went to Rizal Park and National Library.

I went there to unwind. And we went directly to Pasay Church. What a nice coincidence wherein there's a concert of AUP Alumni Choir i think. It was sooo good

And they sung "Great is Thy Faithfulness" which is my theme song.

November 23, 2019 I went to church

November 24, 2019 Ma’am Rox treated us in a Grand Feast. It was such a good experience. The lights, the message of the songs, the companies.

All was great. We all are aiming to pass and bagging the 100% passing rate. And yep, that night we just give everything to Him.

After our dinner, one of my classmates confirmed that tomorrow will be the release of CBLE passers. We all are shookt. Damn, tomorrow is the day!!

November 25, 2019 Judgement day! I woke up at 9am and check if there's a call from Tyn. I ask her to see the result for me. I want her to be the one to tell me what's the result. I resolve to go in a coffee shop to wait for the call. I bring the book " Desire of Ages" with me and read 3 chapters.

It's around 6pm and no results yet. I was too anxious and at the same time excited. Here comes 7pm and still no results. I decided to go to bonchon to eat and planned to go home because they might release it by midnight.

While eating, my head is going nowhere. I'm too exhausted and anxious. Andd what i ordered is damnnn not worth the price. Urggg. But still, i need to eat it because it was fucking expensive.

7:40pm I received a call from my ate. She's crying and said "Congratulations, Kapatid!" I cried. No, i cried sooo hard. (DAMNNN IM CRYING WHILE TYPING THIS ONE). After the call i close my eyes and pray. I thank Him for being so faithful. I'm still crying while praying so it's really real.

I rush to the coffee shop where I went and use their wifi to check if it's really real. AND IT WAS REALLY REALLLLL. MARAMING SALAMAT PO PANGINOON!!!

I went home with a little celebration.

To my Parents, Ates, Professors, HS Teachers. Friends, Bestfriends. Thank you for the wisdom that i got from each one of you. And of course, to You, Lord. Thank You for being with me through my darkest sorrows. You have seen me fight my silent battles and struggles. Thank You for the blessings oh Lord. May all the Glories be unto You! 💚

#boardexamexperience #victoryfromtheLord #boardexamstory #youcan #likesforlikes

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