#this wasnt meant to be an actual fic i had just meant to throw out the idea of steve asking robin to his prom
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Stobin Different First Meeting AU where they go to prom together. This was meant to be an au post and turned into a mini fic oops (written completely within a tumblr post so sorry for the poor quality)
(edit: realized I should link the fic I was inspired by for those who don't follow me and so didn't see me reblog it earlier)
Steve doesn't necessarily want to go to prom, right? Like yeah, he'd been imagining it for a while, but now that he was very, very single it just didn't have the same shine that it used to. And he really wasn't ready to start dating yet. However, he didn't want to just, not go to prom, and also knew it would seem really weird (and pretty fucking sad) if he didn't go.
Which leaves him in a conundrum.
He thought for a while that maybe he would go with one of the junior cheerleaders. While he didn't have any close friends anymore, he was still friendly with plenty of people. There were girls that wouldn't be going to prom unless they had a senior boyfriend - some he had even gone on dates with in the past who wouldn't think a single prom date meant that he wanted a new girlfriend.
However, he is pretty sure most of those girls would have... other expectations for the night. And honestly? He isn't quite sure that he was ready to get back on that horse either.
... Not that he thought women were horses.
He's pretty sure men are normally the ones called horses in riding metaphors.
Anyway.
That left him stuck. He couldn't just not go to prom, but also didn't want to wind up trapped on an actual date with someone. So who could he ask?
His solution ended up coming from an odd place.
Robin Buckley was... quite honestly, kind of a weirdo.
She was cute, in an alternative sort of way. She never took any of his shit (he wasn't completely sure she even liked him) but also reluctantly laughed at the snarky shit he said under his breath during their Film History class. And not in the fake giggly way girls did when they were flirting, but didn't actually care about what he was saying, just the way he said it. She actually seemed to think he was funny. Even if that revelation seemed to piss her off.
The only reason he was even in Film History that semester - and therefore, knew who she was - was for the easy A. He got to watch movies in class, and watch movies for homework. He was willing to plow through a couple of shitty essays in exchange for a class that he didn't feel like a complete idiot in.
(Well, he was pretty sure Robin thought he was an idiot about movies, but just because he had trouble remembering the names and shit of characters, didn't mean he couldn't analyze the themes, fuck you very much, Buckley.)
They had gotten assigned a project together early on, and it hadn't been completely terrible. She had quickly taken over doing most of the writing portions, but hadn't thought all of his ideas were terrible. By the end of the project he thought they were even sort of having fun together.
He'd always been one to try his luck, take a little more than he was given. So, after that assignment was over, he started sitting next to her in class, not wanting that easy, if sharp, camaraderie to end. Robin rolled her eyes at him and asked him what he thought he was doing the first time he did it, but she never sent him away.
They ended up chatting more and more during down times, passing notes to each other and sharing sly comments under their breaths during the movies. Steve often had trouble paying attention at school, his mind easily wandering away, and it was almost as bad during most movies, but Robin helped keep him on track.
The class turned into one that was done for the easy grade, a last ditch effort to improve his already hopeless GPA, and became one he actually enjoyed.
The more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea of going to prom with Robin. It made the night seem a little less unbearable.
He thought about making a big deal out of asking her, because he knows that's what girls (and even Nancy) had enjoyed for past dances. He quickly scrapped that idea, however, because not only did he not want to put pressure on her like that, but also she seemed to hate public spectacles like that.
Or at least when aimed at her, they both enjoyed watching drama unfold in the halls a bit too much to say she hated it completely.
So Steve waits until the end of the day, their film class being their last, to pull her into an empty classroom. She follows him without question in a show of trust he didn't realize she had in him. The notion warms him, and for some reason makes it more difficult to get the question out.
"Why do I feel like you're about to try to sell me drugs or something?" Robin asked, raising an eyebrow at him. He squints at her in offense.
"Why is that your first assumption?!"
"I don't know! Why else are you pulling me out of the hallway all secretive like, making sure no one followed us, into an abandoned classroom," she asks, throwing her arms into the air.
"The classroom isn't abandoned, it's the end of the day! Also, who does drug deals on campus, that's just stupid?" He asks rhetorically, before waving one hand through the air, as if trying to erase the current thread of conversation. "That doesn't matter, you're distracting me."
"Well then, get on with it! Some of us have practice we need to get to."
"It's like talking to the kids," he mutters to himself, "Whatever. I wanted to ask - will you go to prom with me?"
That stops Robin up short. There's panic in her eyes now, though Steve isn't sure what exactly put it there. Was his reputation that bad that even band geeks are terrified of getting asked out by him?
"You want to go on a date? With me?" she asks slowly, disbelief coloring her voice, though it doesn't hide her unease.
"No, I want to go to prom with you," he scoffs, "Not go on a date with you."
"That is a date, dingus! The person you go to prom with is literally called your date!"
"Okay, sure, maybe, but I don't actually want to date you," he said, rolling his eyes at her.
Like, okay, he understood his reputation for being... what did she call him last week? A 'huge effing rake'? But that didn't mean that he was trying to date any girl that looked in his direction. A lot of girls looked in his direction. That was too many women, even for him.
Robin relaxes a little at that.
"Then why are you asking me to prom instead of someone you actually want to date?"
"Because!" he says, resisting the urge to flail his hands back at her. "I don't want to date anyone right now. Most people I ask are going to expect all these things from me - they're going to want dinner, and at the very least a kiss at the end of the night if not more, or another date the very next day. Because Steve Harrington is supposed to want those things!" He takes a deep breath and runs a hand through his hair to calm himself. "But right now? I really don't."
"Well then, what does Steve the Hair Harrington actually want?" She had relaxed fully at this point, a smile playing at the corner of her mouth.
"I want to go to prom with someone I consider a friend, someone who makes me laugh," he says after a moment of silence. "I want to dance badly to really corny pop music and drink just enough spiked punch that I don't remember how much I hate wearing any sort of tie. Then I want to go get milkshakes or go see a really trashy midnight horror flick, just because I'm having so much fun I don't want the night to end."
That small smile has grown into a reluctant grin on Robin's face. It makes her eyes shine and her freckles pop. Steve thought that if he was in a better place, if they had met at a different time, he could have fallen in love with her.
But they had met now instead, in some shitty public school elective course, and she was the closest thing he had to a friend that wasn't a snotty middle schooler.
"That sounds... like a lot of fun, actually," she says, mischief sparking on her face. "Who would've known the hidden depths hidden behind all that hair."
"Hey!" he protests half-heartedly, unable to keep a grin of his own off his face. "So what do you say? Wanna go to prom with me?"
"I guess," she sighs, acting like it was such a trial to go to prom with him. Him! But her next words make up for it. "Since we're friends, and all. However, I still expect you to buy me dinner, though you can keep the kiss goodnight to yourself."
Steve can't help the giddy laugh from spilling out of him. For the first time in weeks, he is actually looking forward to prom.
#stobin#platonic stobin#st fic rec#mini fic#steve#robin#my writing#writing tag#this was got out of hand#all of the stuff about prom is pulled loosely from my own experiences with prom#both from it being seniors only (juniors at my school had their own dance) to what people did after prom#(i went to two proms and one group went and saw a bad horror movie after prom and i went to a diner with the other group)#also this is barely editted so there is some weird tense switches in here im sorry!#this wasnt meant to be an actual fic i had just meant to throw out the idea of steve asking robin to his prom#and steves voice got away from me quick#this was inspired by the fic i reblogged earlier today about steve taking robin to her prom
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I always want to try to write an AU fic and coffee shop with Dimitri. When I wrote this one, my head was filled with “The One That Got Away” - Katy Perry
In another life, I would make you stay
So I don’t have to say you were the one who got away
All this money can’t buy me a time machine
Can’t replace you with a million rings
I should have told you what you meant to me
Cause now I pay the price
This part always hit me hard. And.. Unconsciously, my hands fly over the keyboard and... here you go. I hope you enjoy this one.
Special thanks to @that-wasnt-so-bad that always helped me with my fics!! 💕
Warning: A little violence and blood, angst, fluff
Words: 15.300
ANOTHER LIFE, ANOTHER CHANCE
It was a wonderful quiet night with no light, save that from the stars above. Despite the decisive battle that will come tomorrow, the night feels so serene and peaceful. You can’t shake the feeling of uneasiness and dread in your heart for the upcoming battle. Marching to Enbarr and fighting Emperor Edelgard will be a huge step to end this war; bringing peace over Fódlan.
“I am glad to have you at my side. From the bottom of my heart... I am forever grateful. Let’s make it out alive tomorrow.” A large man draped his arm over your shoulders, trying to cover you from the chilling night wind.
“Will the war really be over if we take the Imperial Capital?”
“Yes, it will. It has truly been a long war. (Y/N), actually I have been thinking about this for a long time. There is something that I wanted to give you...” he trailed off with deep red shade dusting over his cheeks. “W-When this war is over... would you like to... No, let’s save that sentiment for after we win this battle.” He shook his head softly and took a deep breath.
Cocked your head to one side, you can’t help but feel curious about your lover’s sudden shyness.
“Let’s just save it for later.” He sighed as he shoved his hand deep in his pocket, a ring felt cold against his palm.
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Enbarr has been captured safely without needless killing. Heading straight to the Palace, you decided to help your lover and Professor to fight against the Emperor. It was a tough battle for everyone. Clashing of weapons and explosions of magic began to fill your ears as the battlefield turned into a blur of red and black. The Adrestian Emperor has turned into Hegemon Husk with immense strength. Professor Byleth and the man in a huge blue fur cloak are doing their best to strike her down.
Your hands gripped tightly around the hilt of your sword. You ran forward to slash a Warlock that tried to attack the golden haired man. The woman's scream of pain didn’t even register in your ears. You looked around for other potential enemies that might harm him.
Emperor Edelgard has been defeated and the sounds of battle faded around you, ebbing away. But all you could focus on was a War Master that already had his arm raised back, ready to throw a giant axe at your lover from the distance.
A cold pit of dread opened up in your stomach. You wouldn’t be fast enough to strike the War Master nor warn him. Before you fully realized what you were doing, you darted forward, slamming into the man clad in blue with all the strength you could muster. You let out a strangled cry as you took a lethal hit from the axe and fell to the ground. Pain blossomed in your chest as you were gasping for breath, putting your hands to rest against the heavily bleeding wound. The man turned around, his eye wide with shock.
There was a muffled cry as the rest of the sounds of battle faded in a dull chatter, like you were listening to it underwater.
“(Y/N)!!” He threw down Areadbhar, rushing to your side. You tried to blink your eyes open, and a hazy figure in blue cradled you in his arms. “You can’t leave me here, please, (Y/N)... Please don’t go. I can’t do this without you...” You could see tears forming in the corner of his cerulean blue eyes as he continued to speak.
You blinked, trying to keep his face in focus, to see if he was alright. But even that took too much effort, and your eyes closed. Your voice came out weak and frail. “Are you okay? Did… did you get hit?” Then you felt his hand on yours, tugging it gently.
“I... I am fine, but... I’m begging you... Please open your eyes, (Y/N). No, no, no... This can’t be happening.” He gets more panicked when your body grows colder and pale. All you could feel were tears running down your face and excruciating pain as your breathing slowly grew more shallow. “Goodbye, my love. Until we... meet again.....” Your voice faded out as everything went dark.
“I-I will love you forever, (Y/N). I promise...” That was all you managed to hear before the world slipped out of your grasp.
You woke up drenched in cold sweats, completely startled and out of breath. The memory of your most recent dream was faint. That voice… you knew that voice. But your mind was hazy, unclear. Who did that voice belong to? You can’t even remember the man in the fur cloak’s name but his warmth still lingers on your hand. Shivers ran down your spine as you recalled the pain from the axe brought to your chest.
A soft knock on your door brought you back from your dream-like stupor. Sylvain poked his head over your door and looked at you with a concerned face.
“Did you have that dream again?” asked Sylvain as he pressed a soft towel to your forehead gently. “I heard your screams from my room last night. If you aren’t feeling well, I can take over your shift this afternoon, (Y/N). Ingrid won’t be mad.”
“You’ve cancelled your date with her a million times because of me. I’m fine, really,” you laughed softly at your big brother.
“Give her some roasted chicken that I made last night. She told me that she really want to eat it to me last month. Don’t worry about the bread. I ordered them from Mercedes and Annette yesterday. Now... go and have some fun with your girlfriend!” you nudged his arm.
As all of your days, it was a busy day for Gautier coffee shop. It was a quiet raining evening, some more hours before you had to close the shop. You were just done tidying the bean shelves when Felix came with a pastry box in his arms that evening. He has visited you a lot these months. Like.... Five times in a week?
He heaved a sigh and gave you the shop’s key. “Just call me if something happens. Don’t forget to eat,” Sylvain patted your head before going out of your room.
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“Plain black. Extra shots. Make it warm.”
“Like usual, then,” you smiled as you took his payment and prepared the coffee. “Here you go, Fe— whoa!” He caught you off guard when he shoved an éclair into your mouth. “Mmmmph!! What’s that for?!” you pout and smacked his chest playfully.
Felix laughed at your puffed up cheeks. “Looks like an angry squirrel. Just trying some tricks that Sylvain told me. Besides, I’m sure you haven’t had your dinner yet. Here’s for you and Sylvain.” Your big brother’s best friend put the pastry box on the cashier table and gazed away very fast when he saw you munched the éclair, muttering something you barely can hear. “So cute and adorable.”
He brought his hand to cover his cheek and mouth, turned away from you. Poor Felix tried really hard to not let his imagination wander obscenely as he peeked and saw the éclair had left some of its cream on your cheek. Sylvain will 1000% kill him for these impure thoughts. You swore you saw his cheeks go into deep shade of tomato red behind his hand. Maybe your eyes were playing tricks on you?
“I’ll scold him later,” you rolled your eyes at the raven-haired older man. It’s rare for Felix to be this light-hearted. Not that you mind it.
Produced a soft handkerchief from his pocket, he dabbed it gently to your cheek. “Got some cream there. So clumsy.” He smirked with flushed cheeks.
“Thank you for your kindness, Fe.”
“No problem. Sylvain said he will be late tonight because Ingrid’s grandma needs some help with their electricity. It’s raining outside. Guess I’ll be here for a moment,” he sat down on the couch in front of you, sipping his coffee. You knew he would be here to accompany you to keep you safe because Sylvain would be late. It almost feels like having two overprotective brothers.
“Oh, I recommended this place to my gym friend today, he’ll be here in a few minutes.”
“Thank you for recommending our coffee shop to your friend, Felix!!” His heart skipped a beat when he saw your beautiful, beaming smile. He almost had a heart attack and went straight to heaven. Poor Felix, you were so oblivious to his feelings.
Your light talks with Felix were abruptly stopped when the shop’s door bell chimed.
“Welcome to Gautier Coffee Shop!”
You were at a complete and utter loss for words when you saw a large man with golden hair and cerulean blue eyes entered your shop. Somehow he reminded you of a big lion. He cleaned his cloudy glasses with the sleeve of his turtleneck before waving his hand to greet Felix. Waves of unknown feelings, grief, and a sense of familiarity rushed towards your mind but you can’t remember anything about him.
“(Y/N)!!!” His eyes wide with shock.
Felix and you were surprised when the man called your name in such bewilderment. How did he know your name?
“Have we met before...?” You can’t help but to feel curious about him.
“You will make her scared, Dimitri. Do you two know each other? What happened to you?” Felix was worried when his friend let out a strangled choke and started to tear up. His shoulders were shaking as he took off his glasses and wiped his tears.
“Sorry.... I let my emotions get the best of me. An Espresso Macchiato and cheesecake, please.” He said with teary eyes as he put some money on the counter. Preparing his orders, you tried your best to shake this guilty feeling of making a grown-up man cry because of you. ‘Have I done something wrong?’ You can’t help but to feel sorry for him.
“I’m baaaaack, (Y/N). Sorry for being so late. I brought you your favourite cak—!!” Sylvain’s cheerful voices were muffled in your ears once the golden haired man held your hands tightly when you gave him his coffee and cheesecake.
NO! DIMITRI, NO! BAD DIMITRI!!
“My love... I am so glad to have found you in this lifetime.”
Felix’s jaw dropped when he saw his friend snap out of it. He shot him an incredulous look and almost died from embarrassment when he HAD TO PULL his friend by the collar away from you. Sylvain jumped between you and the man in an instant, his arms wrapped around you protectively. He was glaring daggers at Felix for bringing such a creep around his lovely little sister.
“Please pardon him. Dimitri might be weird sometimes but he meant no harm. Sorry for that, (Y/N). Excuse us.” Felix muttered an apology under his breath as he bowed deeply and drag the muscular man forcefully, leaving your coffee shop with shouts and sobs.
Sylvain let you go reluctantly after they were out of sight. You decided to clean the shop a little bit more before closing it when you found blue glasses on the floor. This must belong to that lion man. What was his name..... Dimitri? His name brings back so many hazy memories. Who is he?
“Did he do something to you?” Sylvain looked at you intently, eyes full of concern.
“No. I’m fine, Syl. Really.”
“But... you were crying.”
An enormous bouquet of Forget-me-not was given to you that afternoon. Its massive size garnered everyone’s attention, Sylvain and other customers alike. You were about to ask questions when Dimitri greeted you behind the huge bouquet. You can see your brother gave you a sign to take it somewhere more private to not make a commotion. That’s why you decided to took him to the alley beside your shop.
“.... am I?” You were surprised when you felt wetness on your cheeks as tears rolled down your face gently. Shaking your head softly, you wiped the tears away. Holding Dimitri’s glasses to your chest softly, you hoped that your paths would cross again.
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“I’m really sorry for yesterday. Felix gave me an earful about it. My name is Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd. Nice to meet you, (Y/N).”
“How.. did you know my name? You look familiar but I can’t remember anything at all.”
He looks shocked at your words and a little crestfallen. That look reminded you of his outburst last night and glasses that he left behind. “You left your glasses at my place last night. Feel free to wait for me at the shop, I’ll go and fetch it for you in a minute, Dimitri!”
He nodded and followed. Your big brother’s scowl deepened when he saw you went back to the shop with him. He let Dimitri know he had an eye on him, using his index and middle finger to point at his eyes, then to the golden haired man and repeated the action once more.
Sylvain insisted you buy some groceries for dinner because he WANTED to have a SMALL talk with Dimitri. The minute you left the shop after you kept the bouquet in your room and gave him his glasses, you saw your brother hounded him with questions. This won’t end well. You felt sorry for him.
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It was almost evening when you were done with Sylvain’s silly never-ending groceries and shop supplies list.
“Feel free to go and have dinner with her. Come back before 9 pm.” Sylvain said with a disgruntled groan. “Don’t try anything FUNNY with MY little sister.”
“Sylvain!!!” His words made you facepalm and dragged the poor lifeless Dimitri out from your shop.
“Sorry for that. Things have been rough since our parents died some years ago. Sylvain just wanted to keep me safe.”
“I think... I passed... somehow? Thank goodness. That took ten years of my life.” His eyes were twinkling with mirth and his lips were twisted into a bright smile. You can’t help but laugh at his comment.
"I knew a place that had good food. I often went there. Would you like to try it?”
“Sounds like a great idea. Please lead the way, Dima. Ah—!!” You gazed off into the distance, lost in thoughts. “Dima...? Dimitri...? Blue... Lions.....?” It feels so familiar yet unknown in a way. Like your mind was stuffed with pillows.
He looked at you in astonishment at your mumblings. You may not remember him clearly, but it is there, somewhere... vaguely. ‘I will make you stay in this lifetime, (Y/N). Even if I have to do it all over again, it’s okay. I will make this work. I won’t let you be the one who got away. Not again.’ A single tear fell from him, but he reached his hand to you with a genuine smile.
“Shall we?”
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It was a delectable meal in a homey restaurant. The owner, Ashe, is a close friend of Dimitri. Everything was great but there was some commotion when you two met Felix there. It turned out to be a dinner with a glaring contest between two grown-up men. Both of them insisted on walking you home by 8 pm, much to Sylvain’s mischievous laughter. Had he planned all of this?
Dimitri often asked you to have lunch or dinner with him. Sometimes going out for a quiet time at the local park or library, watching movies or visiting a nearby zoo. Once in every week, he always brought you a bouquet of Forget-me-not from Dedue’s florist.
Things always escalated quickly whenever Felix came and saw him. Either in the coffee shop between your shifts or small walks. It always turned out to be a walk together with both of them on your right and left side or non-stop bickering from Felix. Sometimes you were sure that their relationship is more like lovers’ quarrel than rivalry.
It was slow and steady. But Dimitri’s clumsy yet gentle nature has made you fall for him. A year and half later, you began to date him. Accepting his defeat with a deep scowl and sad look on his face, Felix moved on; never bothering both of you again. But he still comes sometimes to visit you and Sylvain at the coffee shop.
“You break her heart, I break YOUR everything." That’s the thing that Felix and Sylvain often said to him. Sometimes, the raven-haired man even makes a throat cutting gesture, bringing a single finger brought slowly from the left to the right of his neck while touching it. Good. Now Felix has become Sylvain No. 2.
Several years later, Sylvain got married to his girlfriend, Ingrid and ran the Gautier coffee shop together. You had moved with Dimitri to his homeland a year after that.
It was a huge uproar back then. Dimitri was overjoyed when you accepted the ring and agreed to move to his homeland. But Sylvain and Felix were not. Ingrid has to tie your big brother down so he won’t hit Dimitri for taking his only sibling away. Felix scoffed and whispered something in your husband’s ears, making the gentle man horrified and almost fainted. Goddess, please spare his life.
“I’m back.”
But he refused to tell you what Felix told him about and you always wonder why.
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“Welcome home, Dima.”
“I brought a stew and snacks for both of you. How do you feel, my Beloved?” He said as he gave you some Forget-me-not.
It’s been two years since you got married to him and he still gives you a bouquet of Forget-me-not once in every week whom you loved dearly.
“Thank you very much, Dima. My lower back is killing me. Mmmh... may I ask your help to get up? I will brew some chamomile tea for us.”
“D-Don’t!! Leave it to me! You aren’t allowed to do that! You are 36 weeks pregnant, (Y/N)! The doctor had put you on strict full bed rest!” Dimitri said as he quickly put you back on your bed gently. He pulled some fluffy pillows from the couch and beat them mercilessly until they lay puffed out like obedient clouds on your sides.
He helped you to sit and patted your stomach gently. “I can’t wait to meet him, Beloved. Thank you for giving me so much happiness in my life. I don’t deserve all of thes—”
You gave him a passionate kiss that he quickly melted into to stop his self-doubt. “Never say such things, Dima. We love you very much with all of our hearts.”
“Thank you, my love. I am forever grateful that we can be together like this. I have lost you once already. But I won’t in this lifetime. You are my irreplaceable.”
“But I don’t regret it, Dima. I’m glad that you were safe. I would protect you in a heartbeat. Over and over again.”
“Don’t say such things light-heartedly! It was a living hell for me. Everyone lost their memories, only mine remains. My immense grief and regrets over losing you was the reason.”
“I’m sorry, Dima. I will never leave nor forget you again.” You took his glasses off and wiped his tears softly, pressing kisses to his right eye.
“How countless lives of searching had brought me at last to the present moment with you.... I am truly grateful for this chance. I will spend the rest of my life trying to make you, our son, and our future children happy by my side, Beloved.”
“Our future children?” You laughed heartily at his words.
“Yes. I want to have lots of them! As many as you allow me to.”
“How much do you want, Dima?”
“..... Two.”
“Dima. Be honest.” You gave him a deadpan look.
“Ten.” He blushed and hid his face in your breasts. “You.. look so beautiful with my child, Beloved.”
You bonked his head playfully and put your hands on his cheeks. “Silly. How could I say no to this beautiful cerulean blue puppy-eyes?” you sighed exasperatedly.
Your husband pulled you into a loving embrace and nuzzled his head against your shoulder. “I love you, (Y/N). Always have. Always will. With all my heart.”
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I rise from the ashes with...another fic! Enjoy :D
!PortlyPianist!
"...And then when it got to the final recital I had lost my sheet music literally 10 minutes before the performance, turns out it flew underneath the lid of the piano and if there wasnt a breeze in the auditorium I wouldve never seen it flapping a little off the side and not won the competition! Crazy how stuff goes like that huh" Kaede rambled as she recited many of her crazy piano stories.
Shuichi nodded in response, the sheepish detective wasnt one for intense conversations so it was mainly Kaede doing most of the talking, although shuichi honestly liked that, Kaede had such a warm and soft personality that it felt nice to just sit in silence and chill as she rambled the day away.
Shuichi began to slowly zone out when a familiar rumble was quickly heard
*RUMBLE*
Just to the left of him, Kaedes tummy made quite the noticable grumble.
Kaede immediately went red a little.
"A-ah! Sorry, it's already been a few hours since breakfast and talking kinda brings up my appetite Haha, big girls gotta eat y'know?" Kaede giggled as she placed her plump hands on her tummy.
Truth be told the other thing about Kaede that was "soft" was her figure, being a piano player meant that the only real exercise shed be getting was for her fingers, and even then it felt like nothing just pressing down some keys, along with frequent trips around the world meant all different kinds of food; Kaede was no stranger to being fairy chubby and this whole "academy" had only highlighted her sedentary lifestyle.
Her round face coupled with chipmunk cheeks and plump lips, highlighted with a pronounced double chin.
Her bulky arms and bountiful chest testing the fabric work of her uniform outfit.
Her tummy stacked into rolls as it settled on her lap comfortably.
Her thick tree trunk thighs/legs and plump feet stuffed into leggings and shoes as her skirt didnt fully cover her wide cellulite dimpled butt which quaked and jiggled with each step she to-
"Hey! Earth to shuichi!" Kaede exclaimed snapping her fingers towards the midnight blue detective who up until now was silently gawking at his chubbier friend. To be real the man was very much into big women and Kaede was his closest friend so...I think you see where his feelings lie.
"O-OH! Sorry, kinda zoned out there for a minute there haha" Shuichi stammered as he tried to collect his thoughts.
"Well i was gonna say, I'm gonna go see if theres anything in the cafeteria do you wanna come with?" Kaede asked once again.
"S-sure yeah!" Shuichi replied.
So the two rose from the bench and made their way to the dining hall where their timing was actually pretty great as Kirumi had just finished putting out a bouquet of food out for everyone to chow down on. Pasta, sushi, burgers, pizza, shrimp you name it, it was there.
Kaedes belly gurgled once again as she walked over, grabbed a plate and started filling it up with all kinds of well made foods.
The two found a place to sit near the end of the table as more of the class mates came and went.
"Oh this looks so good, Kirumi always does such a great job with her meals!" Kaede beamed as she started to dig into her pile of food.
Shuichi, not wanting to become distracted over Kaedes body once again tried to keep the interest on her voice.
"S-so any other piano related stories you got under your belt?" Shuichi asked as he slowly bit into some fried chicken.
Kaede looked up from a stir fry she was demolishing and quickly swallowed it.
"Hmmmm...OH there was this one time where I was in France for a concert and-" the next hour was spent with Kaede listing off more and more musical tales as shuichi sat back and listened well, on top of all that Kaede was throwing back plate after plate after plate.
*8 plates later*
"Urrrp...'scuze me...ugh so full..." Kaede groaned as she leaned back in her chair clutching her poor overstuffed tummy. It far more rounded and bulging than before.
Shuichi by this point could barely keep his eyes off of her stretched belly as his hormones were kicking into high gear at this point.
Kaede leaned back more and stretched her arms out, as she did her tummy bulged out even further which caused her ill fitted skirt to finally-
*CREEEEAK* *POP*
Kaede was startled a little as the button on her skirt burst off and flew across the dining hall, thankfully by this point everyone had left and it pretty much just those two in the dining hall but either way it was still somewhat embarrassing.
*ZRRRRT*
Also didnt help her tummy forced her zipper down caused shuichi to see her pink tinted belly out in the open.
Kaede flushed red and tried to tug her shirt down but to no avail.
"O-oh god Shuichi dont look I look like such a pig right now, ugh this always happens i get so caught up and then i overeat and...*gurgle* ugh it still aches..." Kaede clutched her stomach once more and belched loudly.
Shuichi had finally reached a breaking point and did something hed usually be terrified to do.
Shuichi scooted closer to his portly friend and immediately started to rub his slender hands over her tummy and caress it.
"S-shuichi!? What are....you...ooooh" Kaede was startled at first but soon felt at ease with the pressure from her middle lessened by Shuichis sensual rubbing.
"UUURRRRP...ooh that actually feels real nice, sorry for pigging out before there tho" Kaede responded now untucking her tummy fully to let shuichi get a better grip on the whole thing.
"Its fine, you look cute when you eat-" Shuichi exclaimed and then immediately regretted it"
"I-I MEAN YOURE CUTE WHEN YOU TALK ABOUT- I MEAN CUTE IN GENERAL I MEAN UH UHMMM-" Shuichi immediately panicked taking his hands away from Kaede for a moment and regretting all his life choices once again.
Kaede on the other hand started to giggle
"So you like me being chubby Shuichi?" Kaede teased as she grabbed a fold of her flab and jiggled it a little smirking in the process.
"I-I-I-" Shuichi turned bright red immediately.
Kaede giggled once again
"Well I dont mind it too much either, so a big girl like me would appreciate you keep rubbing this tummy of mine" Kaede teased again as shuichi slowly started massaging her gut once more.
It seemed from here on out this would become a much more regular occurrence and neither side was complaining
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Pranks, Horns, and Tony
Warning: Tickle Fic, birds, spiders, pranking,
Ppl: Loki, Tony, You
Words: 2254
Summary: You and Loki are known fir your pranks, and your both left alone in the compound together whole the avengers are on a mission.
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It was another day in the compound, you had been living with the avengers for almost a year now and seemed to get along with the very mischievous God Loki.
You were both quite young- well sorta. If he were a human he'd be a couple years older than you but that's fine, you both got along splendidly.
You would read books together, play pranks together, be on each others sides and he'd always be there for you even if he wouldn't show the other avengers. Though they all knew you both had a special bond, Thor especially knew because whenever he'd take you to asgard or Loki to Earth you'd both have bright smiles and go somewhere to cause havoc.
Thor didn't really mind though, it just meant he'd get to bombard you both with tickles afterwards.
Yesterday Loki and Thor had come to visit again and would be staying for a couple of days. You and Loki caught up a little and read your books whilst keeping each other company. Today is when the true mischief would start, all the avengers would be going out and you and Loki would be left alone in the compound for a couple of hours so you both were planning pranks for the others.
"Alright y/n, we'll be back in a couple of hours. Don't burn down the house while we're gone okay?" Steve teased as he gave you a hug.
"Yes, and Brother, do not cause any havoc." Thor told Loki, only to be answered by a shrug and a smirk.
"Brother I'm the God of Mischief, what more must you expect?"
"Well then when we come back I'll be the God of Tickles, shall I, dear brother?" Thor asked, wiggling his eyebrows. Loki's face became a rosie red and crossed his arms whilst rolling his eyes.
You stood next to Loki and smiled at Thor with your hands behind your back, "we'll be good, have fun!" Thor nodded and all the Avengers left the compound for their mission.
Both you and Loki waited for there to be a silence that rang through the compound once everyone would have been gone. After a moment you both smirked and turned to one another.
You brought your hand to your face and showed Loki your intertwined fingers to show your face promise, Loki's smirk increased as he saw it.
"Ready to cause some mischief?" You asked him.
"It's in the name" he replied as you both began to run down the halls yo your first target.
You arrived at Bucky's room and looked around, "So, what's the plan here?" You asked the mischief maker himself. Loki walked around the somewhat messy room and found his way to the bed.
"A magnet, a large one. We'd place it under his bed and once he comes back and gets ready to sleep, in the morning he wouldn't be able to get out of bed!" Loki exclaimed, both of you began the process, both with large smirks on your faces.
Loki used his magic to lift up the mattress and keep it in the air whilst you both grabbed a large magnet from Tony's spare parts and placed it under the mattress bed. Loki then placed the mattress back on and the sheets were already messed to so he surely wouldn't notice?
Yeah, I don't know why Tony had a large ass magnet either, let's move on.
You and Loki both snickers at the idea of the prank and moved on to another victim.
For Sam you both collected a bunch of birds and locked them in his closet- with breathing holes obviously. One had pecked at Loki's hand causing him to curse which made you burst out laughing.
Steve's closet was now filled with a bunch of Rock concert shirts and IronMan shorts to pin the blame on Tony, Tony usually was in prank and tickle ears with Steve anyway so it wasn't that hard to believe he'd done it.
You both didn't dare do anything too crazy to Black Widow, so you both just stole a jacket each. She had incredible taste that woman. Loki stole a green jacket with some sort of fluffy collar and you stole a (f/c) leather jacket.
Clint's prank was the simplest, you both sprayed this fart spray into the vents and it STANK.
You both liked Bruce, well Loki wasn't as much of a fan but you all enjoyed reading so Bruce was safe from your havoc.
Wanda's room was all tidy, it smelt wonderful and honestly was your favourite room so you both decided to just put some spices in her bed to make her sneeze.
Vision's room was safe, only you'd both left a piece of gum next to his table with a note attached saying; 'Try this, Bruce and I were working on it. -Tony Stark'
Thor's room was one of the messier one, but he'd taken Stormbreaker out with him rather than Mjölnir, and by some sort of mirical you had all found out you could actually lift the weapon, so you took it and hid it away in a close vent that smelt of farts.
Turns out Clints prank was the most deadly as the whole place started to stink up making both you and Loki gag, and burst out with laughter.
Peter wasnt actually on the mission, nor was Scott but it was a Friday meaning they'd both be coming over for movie night. Plus Peter would be staying the weekend so why not torture him? Even if they were some of your best friends, they werent safe from the mischief makers.
You came up with the idea of hiding spiderman Peter's room, you were terrified of them though so you made Loki do so.
"Wait so Parker's afraid of Spiders?"
"Yeah, I don't really get it either-"
"Pffft, here you want a spidey y/n?" Loki chuckles whilst taunting, shoving a spider in your face as you screamed and jumped into the wall.
"LOKI PISS OFF!"
Loki howled with laughter and placed the last spider down. You both left and did the same with Scott's room but rather than spiders you placed all the ants you could find on his bed.
Last but not least Loki lead you to Tony's Lab where he would be working on all his suits and other personal projects. Its not the main lab but it wasnt too far off, just smaller and more personal so that he could work at night or alone.
You both entered while snickering to yourselves, it had been an hour and a half since they'd all left and you both should gave at LEAST 30 minutes. But hoped you'd have an hour. It wouldn't take long anyway.
"So what's the plan?" You asked Loki.
You both saw an IronMan head on his desk and smirked at one another, knowing that would be your target. Maybe jello inside the helmet? Maybe slime? Maybe hiding it? Repainting it?
"Here, I've got these horns that we can lazer on the front" Loki smirked while taking out two golden horns like his own on his head but separated to be put on a helmet.
You didn't really mind it was a mainly Loki thing, it just meant he'd get in trouble and not you for this. You werent per say throwing him under the bus, but you werent gonna bring it to his attention.
You both walked over to get ready to melt a horn on each, Loki grabbed some sort of tool and started the first one. You stood behind him and watched over his shoulder, you admired the small things,about how Loki's greesy hear was tired up into a man bun before he'd started working on it, and how he squinted one eye to concentrate with his tongue sticking out. It made you giggle.
"I'm almost done..." you watched as he'd almost finished it, both of you concentrating hard on the hand ship.
"Oh hey kiddo's"
You both jumped out of your skin, Loki fell off the chair and part of his hair came out, laying on the floor he turned to see who was talking, you on the other hand jumped and slowly turned around with a nervous smile.
The one and only Tony Stark stepped out of his suit, adjusting his watch as he stepped out.
"So, what are you both up to?" he asked, his lips scrunched inwards and his hands on his hips.
Both of you were silent until Loki began getting up and dusting himself off.
"Nothing, we were just about to leave" You noticed something about him, Loki that is. Something seemed different, and rightly so. You glanced behind you to see the real loki grab the helmet but sink down so he couldn't be seen.
"Oh good, I really cant have you both in here, off you go then."
Tony dismissed the two of you and you both left for ths door, and while he wasnt looking Loki diverged into his clone again but now holding the helmet.
Right before the two of you had reached the door, his suit came speeding past and covered the exit.
'Shit' was the only thing you could both think of. Neither of you turned around to see where or what the billionaire was doing, but you heard him.
"Wait a moment, wheres my helmet? Oh and Loki,I think you left something" Loki and you both turned around, Loki with his hands behind his back,obviously hiding something. Tony stood right in front of him,holding the other horn to his face with a wide smirk.
Quickly the suit begins you both snatched up the helmet and yourself as Tony pounced on the God of Mischief, his hands at his sides, wiggling his fingers all over.
Loki yelped and began lightly chuckling at the fingers that were tickling him, trying to step back but only into closed doors. He tried to use his hands to block the attack but Tony was having none of it.
"Sir I have the helmet and y/n, it seems they were moulding the horns onto it." Friday explained.
"Ohhh, so you were doing something? I thought you were the god of mischief? Not the God of lies?" Tony taunted, as he squeezed the puny gods sides, then quickly moved to a death spot, his hips. Squeezing tightly and vibrating his hands and fingertips causing Loku to fall down the wall with laughter.
"NoHoho!!!! Damn it StArarK!!!!" Loki yelled as he tried to force Tony's hands off him. Though he was incredibly weak from the torturous tickles.
It was a usual sight, Thor was usually tickling his younger brother for some reason or another, its what older brothers are fir though right? Loku would become a blushing screaming mess but he'd never learn. Same goes for you though, everyone in the compound knew your little weakness and would use it against toy for anything. Your laughter was just too cute!
As Tony abused Loki's sides and hips, he ordered Friday to put the helmet on the desk and tickle you. You squealed because as much as you enjoyed tickling, you couldn't never stand it when the robots tickled you. It was rare but in cases when Tony needed an extra set of hands, well he got em'.
The suit held you up and began using a vibrating simulation Tony had recently installed on the hands for some reason and placed them on your ribs whilst holding you in the air. And as this tickled you, because it did t seem like enough the suit also used it's big fingersto scrape and squeezed the insides of your armpits.
You kicked and squealed at the top of your lungs, trying to escape. Somehow being held in the air seemed much worse, and the vibrating cause you to laugh harder and harder when random electric bolts went through your skin.
After around 15 minutes Tony had both you and Loki in piles of laughter on the floor, weak and begging. Well you were begging, Loki was threatening.
"LEHEHET OFFFF! HAHAHHH IHIGIM GONNA KIHIHILL YOU!"
"Okie Doki horny. First let me do this and I'll let you go."
Tony lifted up Loki's lime green shirt and blew the largest raspberry right above his belly button. An inhuman screech came from Loki as he curled in on himself and howled with laughter from ghostly tickles and squeezes.
"As for you" Tony taunted as he walked over to you, you were not on the floor, twisting and turning to get away from this oncoming attack and the tickles. The suit held your hands above your head as Tony brought up your shirt to reveal your belly button.
"PLEHEASE DONT TOHONY!"
Tony looked up at you and smirked, "We all know you love it" and blew right on your belly button. Your laughter went silent and you melted into the floor as both let off.
Tony laughed at you both in giggly messes on the floor.
"I came back early, and the others will be back soon too. So I suggest you both go clean up your messes before you get something worse" Tony suggested as he walked over to his desk to suspect the iron helmet you'd worked on. You and Loki had now recovered- partly- from the attacks and took in what he said.
But it was too late, everyone heard birds chirping and Sam screaming.
"WHERE ARE THEY?!"
#mcu#sfw tickles#tickle community#pranks#pranking#try not to laugh#mcu loki#loki laufeyson#loki friggason#loki odinsdottir#thor odinson#mcu x reader#y/n#tony x reader#tony stark#tony stank
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Out of our heads Out of our minds
So evil writer brain decided to cook up and incredibly toxic kitty fic because apparently I'm a terrible person lol. Blame @ilikebooks8 for letting this see the light of day.
The title is based on the song Out of this world by Bush.
Cw: slightly nsfw, violence, cheating, incredibly toxic behavior, beloved characters making bad choices, and implied sex.
Kit returns.
He returns to Ty with the same dazzling smile and charming witt, only now he seems to have grown even more impossibly beautiful as time has passed.
Now he's all hard lines and defined muscles and piercing sinful blue eyes that make Ty so angry he could scream.
Kit laughs and Ty wants to tear his insides out. Wants to rip Kit's heart right out if his chest just like he did to Ty. The painful gnawing rage of a betrayal that still stings after all this time. And yet still, Ty heard Kit was in danger and he came running like a man obsessed.
Ty knows deep down now matter how angry he is, he could never let anything happen to Kit. Nothing permanent anyways. Sometimes when the ache becomes to difficult to bare, Ty imagines punching that stupid smirk right off of his face. Or choking him hard enough to leave bruises. Of course Ty would never actually do such a thing. The sight of Kit in pain, any sort of pain is just too unbearable.
And that's the worst part. No matter how angry Ty gets he knows it can't last. And no matter how painful it is to be near Kit again, he still feels this unexplainable pull. This whispering in his ear to get closer and closer. To reach out and touch.
But it's stupid, and it's wrong anyways because Ty already has someone. Anush who was by his side the whole time at the scholomance and has never betrayed him. Anush who is sweet and thoughtful and gorgeous. Ty should be happy. After all, wasn't this what he always wanted? Someone to be there for him?
So he tried to distract himself from Kit by throwing himself into spending time with Anush and working the case. That's all Kit was now, just the latest problem to solve. A supernatural disaster. They would save him and stop the oncoming war and everything would be fine.
And then Kit would be gone. Blind panic teared at Ty's insides at the thought. There were these moments with Kit where they would make eye contact, or they would bump into each other in the kitchen and their fingers would brush and Ty would just desperately want to wrap Kit in his arms again.
He wanted to ask if Kit had really meant what he said that day on the beach. Sometimes when Kit stared at him with that soft sad smile on his face Ty wondered if they were going through similar things. Sometimes Ty wanted to tell him that he wished he had never met Kit either.
Kit Herondale was dangerous and unpredictable and loving him was like holding a live wire. But funnily enough the same could probably be said about Ty. Especially lately.
He felt like he was constantly in pain. Like his body ached with invisible wounds that made it impossible to breathe. The world was brutal and unforgiving, berating him with constant noise and blinding lights jabbing hot pokers into his brain. And the people with their sickly sweet smiles as they demanded he bare his soul.
But what if there was nothing left anymore? What if his soul had died with Livvy? Ty tried to cling onto the things that made him feel better. He hid away in his favorite spot, listening to his favorite music and pouring over Sherlock. Repeating the words to himself over and over again like they could pull him out of this tailspin. Ty distracted himself with Anush's sweet kisses and wandering hands as he tried to turn his brain off for once in his life.
But his soul was screaming out for another person to be the one touching him. He wanted Kit and that was infuriating. It made no logical sense. Not only was Kit responsible for breaking his heart but he also was notorious for playing fast and loose with his own life. Ty couldn't spend all his time constantly feeling like his heart was living outside of his body. Constantly in danger of being ripped open by some dark and evil thing.
Ty had everything he thought he wanted. But it still wasnt enough.
During another sleepless night, Ty found himself wandering the institutes halls. At this point he was simply just overtired. Too many nights spent worrying or studying or reading instead of sleeping. Now his body doesn't remember how to rest. Ty was far too exhausted to operate on logic or reason so he found himself standing outside of Kit's door, wondering absentmindedly how he got there.
Ty placed his hand against the door, fighting the urge to open it and walk through. He can remember the first time he waited outside of Kit's door, just like it was yesterday. He had no idea at the time why he was so drawn to the mysterious boy who had shown up at the institute after Ty had threatened him with a knife. The boy who turned out to be a lost Herondale. And honestly after all of this time Ty still couldn't explain it.
This is a bad idea, He thought to himself as he slowly turned the doorknob. This is a terrible idea. Ty, driven by pure need like fire under his skin, pushed the door open.
Kit was awake as Ty suspected he would be, sitting by the window and staring out into the night sky. Under the moonlight he was glowing. He turned around to stare at Ty, first with a look of shock, and then that same hallow desperation Ty had been seeing on Kit's face lately.
He also looked angry.
"What the hell are you doing in here Ty?" He sounded exhausted. Ty almost felt guilty in a sense. He stared at Kit for a moment, unsure of what to say.
"I don't know," he whispered, staring at the ground. "I suppose I was compelled." Ty let his gaze slowly rise up Kit's body, drinking it in.
Kit scoffed harshly. "Compelled? By what exactly, Tiberius?"
Ty looked up at Kit's face in surprise. He rarely called Ty by his full name. Ty really didn't like how it felt. Cold and distant. Ty sighed, pushing his fingertips against his collarbone and tracing it slightly.
"I don't know. I guess I just needed to know. I need to know why you left me." Ty tried not to let himself sound desperate or weak, but he had become worn down by this point. He couldn't keep up his defenses much longer.
"Why didn't you want me?" He muttered. "Why wasn't I good enough?"
And there it was. The painful truth that Ty had been avoiding. The fact that Kit had tossed him aside just like so many had before. Like Paige. Like his father. He had always tried so hard to make people happy. To live up to their expectations. But in the end it didn't matter how hard he tried, sometimes there was just no pleasing certain people.
Sometimes it seemed like there was no point in being good and following the rules if nothing ever changed. If Ty always ended up in the same place. If people always saw him as a problem or an inconvenience or worse, then he could just live up to their expectations. Be selfish and cold and cruel because no amount of begging and smiling was going to earn him respect.
Kit glared at him in shock. "Who the hell do you think you are? Coming in here to play mind games with me?" Before Ty could register what was happening, Kit was storming towards him and shoving him up against the wall with a loud thunk.
The feeling of Kit touching him again after all this time was dizzying. Kit was shorter then him so he needed to crane his neck a little to look up at Ty, which meant that his throat was completely exposed for Ty to stare at.
"I told you how I felt and you did nothing! You ignored me!" Kit cried. "I wanted you more then I've ever wanted anything Ty! I still do!" Tears were streaming down his face. Ty stared at Kit, completely frozen. His wrists were pinned to the wall by Kit's hands and their faces were inches apart.
Ty struggled to collect himself. "I didn't know what was going on," he gasped out shakily. "I was a mess Kit. I just had to get her back. But-." He cut himself off. It was all for nothing. Ty had lost Livvy in the end and he had lost Kit as well.
Ty shook his head. "Does this mean that you love me?" His voice sounded so far away. Like the words were being pulled from some unexpected place within him. Kit let out a soft gasp and squeezed his eyes shut before fixing his expression into a blank slate. He leaned forward slightly so that their lips were just barely touching, then gently trailed his mouth across Ty's cheek to his ear.
Ty felt him smirk slightly before Kit whispered in his ear. "Go to sleep Ty. Go back to your boyfriend."
And before Ty had time to think, he was lashing out. He shoved Kit backwards as hard as he could with a snarl. Kit went flying across the room and slammed into the opposite wall. If Kit had been human it probably would have knocked him out. Ty stared in horror at what he had done as Kit clutched his ribs and groaned.
"You seriously have some anger management issues!" Kit snapped at him, glaring pointedly. Ty knew that. When he was younger he used to have fits of uncontrollable rage all the time. Words didnt come easily to him so he would hit, scratch, bite or throw whatever was closest to make people realize he was in pain. When he wanted to say "don't touch me" or "you hurt my feelings" but he just could make the words form properly, he would get angry. And then he would lash out.
Ty thought he had been getting better at managing his emotions and communicating. But there was something about Kit Herondale that just evaporated every last bit of logic and reason he had until all that was left was the urge to scream.
Ty gaped in shock, searching for the right thing to say. "By the angel Kit, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do that I swear!" He pleaded. His fingers were beginning to shake and flutter at his sides. He tapped desperately against his thigh, scratching at the material of his sweatpants to try and calm himself down.
Kit just shook his head and laughed humourlessly. "Honestly Ty, we should just tell the Seelie Queen not to worry. And Janus, and all the other people who want the first heir dead. You'll destroy me just fine on your own." He gaze was piercing and ruthless.
Ty's breathing was frantic and erratic as he shook in agony. He could feel he was on the urge of a meltdown.
Kit pulled himself to his feet. He stared at Ty longingly and then smiled slightly. A genuine smile. "But honestly what a way to go. Does that answer your question sweetheart?"
Ty gasped soundlessly, his hands shaking at his sides. He fought to get a hold of himself. Kit studied Ty for a moment, then slowly began to approach him.
"Why are you here Ty? Why did you come here exactly?" Kit was speaking in a soft lulling voice as if he was trying to hypnotize Ty.
"I'm here because I miss you," Ty admitted. "It's confusing. Because I'm still mad at you. But I can't stop thinking about you." Ty felt as though he was close to crying, which was concerning because he rarely ever cried.
Only for Kit.
Kit scowled at him slightly. "You're with someone else, remember?"
Guilt instantly pierced through Ty's chest. "Yeah I know, I'm a terrible person," he said bitterly. He didn't want to admit to himself that he had been trying this whole time to distract himself from Kit. That he was using Anush. But that was technically true. Ty saw the opportunity to lose himself in a pretty boy with an honest smile who loved him wholeheartedly.
Ty thought he could forget but then here he was. All roads led to Kit Herondale.
Kit sighed and reached for Ty, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him close. "You arent terrible. You're spiraling. And you come to me like I can save you from yourself? Please," Kit chuckled. "I can barely save myself."
"I don't need you to save me."
Kit stared at him with an expression that was hard to place. Then he smiled, but it wasnt a kind smile. It was a satisfied, knowing smirk. Kit traced his thumb under Ty's chin then back up to his lips, forcing them to part slightly.
"You think I don't know why you're here love?" He cooed in a voice that was both soothing and alluring. You think I don't know what you're after?" Kit sighed, sounding a little worn down. "If I was a better person, a stronger person. I would tell you to leave." He dipped his hands down underneath Ty's shirt.
Ty shivered at the cold feeling against his skin. He dropped his forhead down to lean against Kit's, revealing in the contact. "Lucky for you," Kit whispered against his lips, "I'm not."
Ty felt the last string of his self control snap as he kissed Kit roughly, grabbing onto his torso and pulling him closer. Kit responded to the kiss eagerly, parting his lips for Ty and laughing deliriously as their lips met again and again.
Kit was tearing off Ty's shirt as he walked him backwards, closer to the bed. As soon as he had slid it off if Ty's body, Kit tossed the shirt aside and went back to kissing him. Ty felt his knees hit the bed frame and he fell backwards onto the soft welcoming mattress, pulling Kit down with him.
Kit kissed a line down Ty's neck to his pulse point and Ty groaned, burying his fingers in Kit's curls. He was lost in a sea of pure desperation.
"Tell me to stop," Kit whispered between kisses. Ty froze for a moment. Then he understood.
Kit was giving him an out.
Ty responded by pulling Kit even closer and letting his head fall back against the pillows.
He closed his eyes and let Kit Herondale ruin him.
The morning after was the hardest. Ty pulled himself from Kit's arms and forced himself not to look back.
And that was when he finally cried.
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WHAT THE HELL FAE! WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS OMG 😭
#tsc#tda#the dark artifices#kit x ty#kit herondale#ty blackthorn#twp#tw violence#tw cheating#cw toxic behavior#cw toxic relationship
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that one fic where you play uno with toxin #2
heres the second part! i'll try to organize my masterlist soon, so please be patient with me! thank you guys for reading!
words: 625
warnings: kidnapping, fighting, lmk if there should be any other warnings!
toxin sat on the wooden bench, looking around to see if there was anyone else in the building. (un)fortunately, there was no one in sight.
anti venom had swung across the entire city and had continued on for quite awhile. they stopped at a little rural church, where you two were residing. anti venom said he had business elsewhere, and left in a hurry, and toxin could only assume that he meant the 3 other symbiotes currently fighting each other for something that wasnt even there.
toxin heard some shuffling next to him and he turned his head to see you lying on your side, taking up 2 seats of the church. you were looking at a glass mural of jesus holding a lamb, that shined brightly throughout the church, lit by some lights behind it. toxin looked outside the window, noting how dark it had become, before turning back to you.
"at least it's pretty, right?" toxin asked, wondering if you were alright. you mumbled something incoherent, and toxin tilted his head, wondering what you said.
he heard you sigh, before grumbling out, "I almost forgot why I dont like churches."
he stared at you while you explained, "I never liked how quiet it was. always too damn eerie, too, especially at night."
toxin nodded his head, and looked at the mural you were looking at. It's still pretty, though...
suddenly, you both heard a loud boom outside of the churches front doors. toxin got up, ready to fight.
another one came, this time, closer, and toxin grabbed you by the hand, and looked around, trying to find another area to hide.
BOOM
he spotted a door, probably to a kitchen, since churches usually had communions. he dragged you over while you whisper yelled at him, asking what was going on.
BOOM
pushing you inside, he shut the door and saw that it was in fact a kitchen, and saw a door leading outside. he went to open it, but he saw that it was locked. Damn it!
a sudden crash sounding from the isles of benches made him throw you in a cabinet and put himself with you. at this point, he was able to feel you shake and saw you covering your mouth with your hand.
large footsteps went around the larger room next to the both of you. toxin couldnt tell who it was, his father, venom, anti or knull. he heard the footsteps stop for a moment, before picking up speed towards the door.
you let out a whimper as the steps became louder and quicker, but right as they came up to the door, you both heard, "Where did you put her, Carnage?!"
you heard something jump towards the doors before realizing that whoever had spoken must have grabbed Carnage by the back of the neck and pulled him back.
toxin wasted no time however, kicking open the cabinet, and dragging both of you out. he went over to the door and crushed the handle before kicking it open.
holding you by the hand you both ran from the church, not looking back.
well. toxin wasnt looking back. you, however, were. you saw carnage and anti venom beating each other up, while knull and venom were throwing stuff at the other. none of them seemed to notice the both of you escaping to the dark woods, and escaping the chaos behind you.
toxin loved you. not in a romantic sense, but more like a brotherly love. he might think that hes doing the best for you, that hes being a great big brother for you, but deep down, he knows hes as good as the rest of the 4 symbiotes: he cant let you go to someone else.
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Pretty Please
Jim Mason x reader
Summary: Jim and Reader decide to throw a christmas party but get distracted while trying to do so. Christmas fic!!
Words: 2.5k+
Warnings: Hella sexual tension, no smut but almost smut?? Very sexually suggestive hehe, fluff with no plot basically, SO much fluff its gross
A/N: based off this prompt I found in a christmas prompt list 'Making out under the christmas tree because the lights reflecting in their eyes just looked too ethereal for them not to kiss them until they lost their breath' sorry I cant find the specific prompt list this came from. Jim and Reader are both 18+, and this is kinda canon rewrite?? Basically as if the ending in ttopv didnt happen and Jim actually lived.. and got a gf haha. ALSO loosely based on the song 'pretty please' by Dua Lipa. Enjoy 💖 read the tags for more thots
You felt as if the wind had been knocked out of you once you entered the apartment.
The minimalistic decorations that once adorned the small apartment you and Jim owned were now paired and even doubled with new, shiny, Christmas decor. The last thing you were expecting to come home too was christmas decorations, to be completely honest. You knew the decorations were new because prior moving in together- you two had nothing.. christmas decoration wise anyway.
Saying that Jims childhood and even high school years were rough was definetly a understatement; you were thankful you didnt have to see him in that state and that you met him after that time.
You only met his parents once; well his mom anyway and almost immeadietly you knew why it took him so long for him to introduce you to her.
She was a fucking nightmare.
She told you immeadietly about Jim's dark past, probably in a lazy attempt to scare you off. She told you about Jim's father, the drugs, and even the drug overdose that nearly killed him. That didn't scare you off - but what it did do was break the final fucking straw for Jim who happened to overhear everything she said.
He hadn't talked to his mom since.
Medina frequently came over, she was practically your best friend and stayed incredibly close with Jim. In fact, you were supposed to see her in roughly a hour... along with a handful of other Jim and yours close friends.
With Christmas being so soon you and Jim decided to have a spontaneous christmas party. The idea was to decorate together but.. apparently Jim had other plans.
There was a wreath on the front door for one, and multi colored lights and Garland that were kept nearly on every surface of the house. Smaller christmas related knickknacks were placed too on the dining and coffee tables. It looked beautiful. You couldnt believe Jim would do this all for you, you meant to help but work unfortunately ran short so you had to cover a coworkers shift.
The entire living room was kept pretty dark and dim, only candles and the soft lighting from the christmas tree lights allowed you to see at all- but it was still enough. It was romantic if anything.
Jim didnt say anything as he came out to the living room to greet you. He stayed silent, watching you and your reaction as you spun around - trying to admire the apartment from every angle possible.
As you continued to keep walking in the apartment and admiring Jim's work, you couldn't help but dumbly giggle.
"Jim; dont get me wrong, I love the apartment but why didnt you just wait for me"? You marveled.
He smiled shyly, a light blush coating his cheeks.
"I wanted to spend as much time with you that I could when you got back before people started to show up for the party". He admitted, sounding slightly bashful and shy as he spoke.
He approached you, and you couldnt help but to feel butterflies at the closer he got. You dont know why you were suddenly starting to feel nervous at doing a act so simple; like kissing your boyfriend. Perhaps it was because normally when you two kissed or showed affection it was done so quickly and without second thought; it wasnt 'special'. You weren't blaming Jim for that either, you knew that was typical in long term relationships. However - tonight he was actually taking the time to be with you. It was beyond romantic.
He looked delicious. His hair wasnt messy but it wasnt kept up enough to look like he brushed it recently, yet it still managed to look so soft. You were yearning to run your fingers through it.
Once you were within arms reach, he quickly enveloped you in a hug. Forcing you to inhale his scent while you quickly buried your nose in his jacket, trying to take him all in.
He smelt like a hint of weed, but mostly like the ocean. You suspected he must've went surfing a while ago.
Even though the apartment was decorated for christmas and it was currently Winter; the air was still warm, maybe even a little muggy. The sun had finally decided to set, just sinking below the far off treeline - making the sky in a state of in between. Not dark but not quite light out either.
In the part of California you and Jim lived in, it only dropped about 10 degrees in the winter. You wore a warm cardigan since you came just home from outside; along with a pair of jeans and cozy boots that seemed to be your go to outfit in the winter.
Jim on the other hand wore a tight fitted dark navy shirt under his typical Jean jacket which you gently clutched onto.
"I missed you. I hate when you have to work during the holidays". You heard him softly grumble, which made you giggle.
You slowly moved, you backed your head up just enough so that your faces were now right next to each other. You bumped noses - you considered kissing him for a split second but you chose not too. Instead ghosting your lips over his; and gently resting your forehead together.
"Why? It's not like today is a holiday or anything". You asked, a playful tone apparent in your voice.
Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt Jim's lips inch closer, you could nearly taste his breath. Minty mostly, and warm on your lips.
You suddenly were itching to kiss him, unconsciously moving forward to ease the growing tension between the two of you. You jumped a bit when you felt a hand start to rub your back, quickly relaxing when you realized it was just Jim being handsy. You heard Jim's voice, even though you were incredibly close to him, it was so soft you could still barely hear it. A quiet, sultry whisper.
"It doesnt matter if it's a holiday or not". Jim started, he backed up a bit.
Just enough to make eye contact with you, now gently cradeling your face in his hands.
"This is the first Christmas season I've had where I'm not in between my parents trying to break up a fight. I'm so thankful I get to spend it with you, I just wish I had met you sooner". Jim said, with a shy blush starting to dust his tan cheeks again.
By the time he finished talking you were beaming. Pure happiness and joy was coursing through your veins as you stepped forward and fully enveloped yourself in him, your hands grasped his shoulders to steady yourself while your lips feverishly and slowly met his.
Jim's hands quickly adjusted, moving from your face down to your waist. His fingers gripped your skin tightly; the slight pain made you moan. It didnt really hurt persay but you knew your skin would be purple and sore tommorow. However, in this moment you didnt really care about how your skin would look - you just wanted him.
Jim kissed you menacingly slow; his lips working against yours so slowly in a deliberate attempt to make you frustrated and it was working. Your fingers flexed into his shoulders as you let out a throaty moan. You broke the kiss and let out a hiss,
"Stop fucking teasing". You spoke, titling your head slightly and arching your neck out - trying to hint to Jim that you wanted him to start kissing down your neck.
However; that's not what he fucking did.
Instead of feeling Jim's soft warm lips on your neck, you felt his wet tongue lick a fast stripe down your neck - most likely tracing a vein. You yelped and jumped, only realizing after how stupid you probably looked for getting startled. Jim was laughing too, fucker.
"What the fuck, Jim"?! You asked, laughter mixing in with your voice.
Jim giggled before quickly leaning in and stealing another slow kiss from you before mumbling against your lips;
"As much as I would love to sit here and make out with you all day.. we have business to attend too".
He pulled back suddenly, his lips up turning in a smile as if he knew what exactly he was doing.
"Business"? You mused.
"Yes. We have company coming over in 30 minutes, love" Jim reminded you.
You rolled your eyes, completely unamused.
"Do they have to come"? You whined.
"Yes. They do. Now c'mon make yourself useful". Jim said.
He turned around, grabbing a box that sat idly in the living room which you didnt notice previously. Opening it, he pulled out a ornament. You dumbly smiled, knowing exactly what this meant. He approached you, ornament in hand with a corny smile on his face.
"I decorated everything but the tree. I wanted to save something for us to decorate together". Jim stated.
"Your such a sap". You said fully laughing.
You grabbed one of the ornaments out of the box and walking up to the tree. You felt dumb for not noticing how bare the tree was before. No ornaments, no lights, no tinsel.. nothing. Well, nothing execpt for the one shiny ornament that you had just hung on one of the branches right center in the tree.
The one ornament on the tree quickly doubled, and then tripled until the tree was fully adorned with ornaments. You and Jim (mostly Jim) hung a string of lights around the tree. Making the already ambience scene in your living room even more cozy and romantic.
"This was a good idea, babe". You said, quickly kissing him.
You quickly checked the time, there was still 20 minutes before anyone was supposed to show up.. An idea popped up in your mind.
A wonderful, awful idea.
You were already standing comfortably close to Jim; you turned casually around and place your hand square on his chest.
"Its too bad we finished decorating so early, hmm"? You purred.
You didnt dare take a step forward; you knew Jim would make the next move and sure enough he did. He took steps closer to you.
You cheeks were slightly rosy, with the slight embarrassment you felt from suddenly taking the reigns and being in control. Needless to say this wasnt something you were really used too.
"We still have the tinsel to put up, you know". Jim chuckled lightly.
You looked down for a split second and looked back up into his circealean blue eyes, batting your eyes at him.
"Or.. you know, theres something else I can think of we can do that's less boring". You said.
You let your hand slip and travel from his chest up to his shoulder, feeling the muscle that lie underneath your hands as you took your other free hand up to his other shoulder. Your heart skipped a beat when you heard Jim groan.
It's not like you two have never been intimate before; that was far from the issue. Even though you knew Jim for fucking ever and you two have had sex countless of times - he still managed to give you butterflies.
That's how you knew he was the one for you. Even after all this time he still seemed to make you nervous and blush.
"Is that what you think"? You heard Jim say. His voice lowered in a husky manner.
You felt his arms quickly grab you as he gently pushed you onto the ground. He pinned you on your back; his hands on your shoulders as he softly panted above you. His face hovered right above yours - and his legs on your thighs. Not that you were complaining but you certainly couldnt leave or escape even if you desired too.
You merely giggled beneath him at this realization, not really wanting to switch from this position at all.
It sounded incredibly corny but you honestly wouldnt be surprised if you had took a brief visit to heaven. You felt pure, unfiltered ecstasy as you looked into Jims eyes.
The aroma from the pine tree that was directly above you and Jim filled your senses; the smell along with the candles set the atmosphere perfectly. Ornaments hung directly above you two, the rainbow lights from the tree reflecting in Jim's light blue eyes.
Because of the nature of how light Jim's eyes were, typically seeing reflections of other objects or anything really in them was close to impossible... but, maybe it was the already dark lighting in the room or a bit of christmas magic that made seeing the lights in Jim's eyes possible.
It made the already beautiful man look nothing but ethereal. You were left speechless as you could do nothing but stare, and get lost in his eyes.
You couldnt help but feel how lucky you were to even be in this situation, how lucky you were to be loved by him.
You could do nothing execpt for smile cheesily and blush at your new realization. Instead of craning your neck awkwardly to reach his lips, you chose to be smart and innovative instead, by taking one of your hands and pushing his head into yours - gently of course.
His lips met yours and you nearly moaned from the anticipation. You kissed him slowly, relishing in the feeling of being on the floor with non other than Jim Mason. You knew for a fact you would never do this with anyone else, nor did you even want to spend the time thinking about doing so.
His lips were warm and soft - not chapped in the slightest. They danced perfectly with yours; making separating for air almost a painful and undesired act.
When you separated, Jim still didnt let up off of you. He remained on top, breathless. His lips were swollen and pink, and were his cheeks. His eyes still looked beautiful, but even more so now that his pupils were dilated.
You heard him let out a soft, shallow growl. Bending down swiftly, almost animalistically, to the side of your mouth to give you a quick kiss. His lips ghosted and drifted down over your jaw; until you felt them meet your neck in gentle soft kisses.
Your mouth fell open, your fingers gripping the soft tree skirt below you that was riddled with tree nettles.
"Jim, wait". You spoke, barely even able to get the words out of your mouth without moaning.
You saw his head immeadietly snap up, those gorgeous blue eyes meeting yours again.
"Arent we having company over in like.. 10 minuets"? You asked, laughing.
You noticed Jim let out a brief chuckle as well before replying.
"Ugh, your right but if only I could bring myself to get off of you, baby". He spoke, gently attacking your neck in slightly more aggressive kisses than what you were typically used too. Although, you certainly weren't complaining.
You felt Jim slightly push his hips into yours, you automatically opened your legs - wrapping them around his waist and lower half. He gently started to grind into you; and there was no point in even trying to bite down or mask your moans at this point. All you felt was pure, unfiltered love for the man who was on top of you.
"I love you, Jim".
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#i hope yall like this#im about to post to ao3#also let me know if you wanna be on the taglist#but this fic is rlly unlike the rest of my fics and i hope u still like it hehe#its not rlly plot heavy and i feel like the grammer is kinda rough but.. i just wanted to post something happy and full of fluff haha#ALSO theres a very very slim reference to The Grinch in this.. try to find it haha#also i was very high when i wrote like 2/3rds of this?! so guess which paragraphs dhdhd#i will be back to add a read more line#jim mason x reader#jim x reader#fanfiction#my fics#my work#ttopv#jim mason
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ATLA BATTLE OF THE BANDS AU SETUP PT. 1
oK SO I’VE HAD THIS AU IN MY HEAD FOR TWO FKN DAYS AND I HAVE COME TO EVER SO GRACIOUSLY INJECT IT INTO YOUR MIND- THE GAANG PLUS YUE AND THE FIRE NATION GALS IN BANDS. a battle of the bands au. tHINK OF THE aRt. n i’m thinking zukka and yueki, and they meet at battle of the bands but yk...we got 2 sets of pining idiots yk yk. i thought this up five (5) days ago and iM DYING
(tw: mentions of canon-typical abuse, and past death)
this is basically just the setup but i’ll add little tidbits and worldbuilding and art later
zuko (18): drums + backup vocals
mai (16): bass guitar
ty lee (15): keyboard
azula (15): lead guitar + vocals
suki (17/18): rhythm guitar
they do some group vocals/harmonies but not that often
so like azula has this really strong, really powerful voice, and that means she could do really moving rock ballads/power ballads, and etc etc. she took extensive guitar and voice lessons as a kid because of That Fucker Ozai™ and thats why she has so much control. same with zuko, except he didnt take voice lessons (he just liked singing) and quit guitar after ozai went to jail (it was a painful reminder of The Shit He Went Through) and took up drums to let out his anger and frustrations instead. Azula stuck with guitar because it was something she loved to do, despite her past.
where azula has a bold voice, zuko has a raspy-yet-smooth-at-the-same-time one that matches azula’s really well. while she’s off singing power notes, hes singing the lower, raspier undertones and it sounds really nice.
zuko also took up art classes and is genuinely proud of his work.
he’s secretly (its not that much of a secret) an art nerd
zuko, azula, and suki wrote a few songs together, kinda
for lack of better explanation, ozai was (canon-typically) abusive, and he got drunk one day and got mad at zuko and pushed him. zuko fell into the fireplace, and boom. scar.
azula got mainly mental trauma because zuko would take the blow for her, but she got therapy and theyre both for the most part better (there are still some relapses)
azula’s secretly a DC nerd
zUkO wEaRs riNgs
the canon-typical atla “ozai pitting them against eachother sibling rivalry” comes into play through guitar (hence why zuko drops it. he wanted to let his sister have something she loved for herself. also, he didnt like it). ozai was a classical guitarist and famous [the money and the “royalty” canon aspects]
should i….mullet zuko?
aro azula and toph >>>>
ty lee is still from the circus, except this time mai was there too, which is where she learned knife-throwing. they both ran away from the circus summer after freshman year and met azula though mai’s bass lessons (alternatively, they met at martial arts classes). theyre 14/15. they moved in with azula, zuko, and iroh around the middle of sophomore year (grade 10) when ozai was arrested. the azula and ty lee were 15, mai was 16, and zuko was 17 at the time, around the ages they were in the show when the war ended (i think??)
azula said it didn't matter cause they had a huge house. she says it was half-empty, anyways, but mai and ty lee know that meant she liked their company.
they get along really well with suki
everyone realizes they can all play instruments, the core parts of a [rock] band. they start playing together, and eventually decide to become a band
their band is called ‘the kyoshi warriors’ (or something idk this is off the top of my head) in honor of the girls’ martial arts instructor, master kyoshi, who passed away
WAIT SJITGHHFSD FAN THE FLAMES IS A GOOD NAME TOO WHAT (although i can see that being more of a song name) credits to boom ( @boomerangsandadora) for that (go check out their ideas on this au)
theyre inseparable
together, mai, ty lee, suki, azula and zuko look fucking menacing. just imagine that. fucking bamfs
mai skateboards. just. this is a kind of important plot device. shh.
suki joins their friend group gradually. first, she’s attended azula’s martial arts class since they were in second grade, and moved up the belts like wildfire (along with azula). she tried to befriend azula a few times, but gave up over the years because azula wasnt interested in friendship (no thanks to ozai pressuring her to always be first. azula saw her as a rival, suki saw azula as a particularly competitive classmate and but equal in skill). She was zuko’s classmate since freshman year (grade 9) but only became his friend in sophomore year through a literature assignment the two were paired up in. she was really his only friend, cause everyone was too busy sizing up his scar. the two became inseparable then on.
she plays rhythm guitar because she loves guitar but agrees that azula is better at being in the (relative) spotlight
on the outside, suki and zuko looked tough, but underneath that, they’re two bumbling, pining gay idiots
suki’s parents both died in a fire, so she grew up with her “cool gay aunt” who was also a feminist and a mixed martial arts instructor.
suki spends her time teaching the beginner classes at the dojo
she met azula + the girls thru martial arts and zuko
overall thingies:
even though zuko is oblivious to sokka’s reciprocate feelings, no one else is. mai, azula, and ty le are just like “zuko wtf you’re more blind than toph”
he thinks the rest of his friends dont know about his crush bu he forgets who his sister is. honestly. all he talks about is sokka, it isnt hard.
unlike a lot of other bands, they actually have more complicated and interesting bass riffs, and a lot of times when writing songs they start with bass and build up from there
azula and toph get along becaus theyre the only sensible ones around. all their friends are pining idiots and they bond over their mutual superiority 🪄🧃🧃
mai skateboards at the same skatepark as sokka and aang. she’s long since past trying to teach zuko (he’s an uncoordinated gay mess) (who can somehow still play drums ??what???)but once she sees him agree to learn to skate from sokka she knows what’s up
suki’s birthday is during th time this fic happens, and she invites yue to the party (she tells zuko he has to invite sokka because even though she loves her bestie, he really is dumb)
“hey yue, we’re having a little get-together for my birthday, and i was wondering if you wanted to come?” compare to zuko’s “uh—hey sokka? i, um. suki’s birthday is pretty soon, and, well. we’re having a get-together to celebrate? and i—she asked me to invite someone? andifyoudontwannagothatstotallyfineimsorryforbotheringyou-” (includes much stammering and heavy blushing)
on the outside suki’s all calm (someone has to be the “i’m a mess but i dont look it” friend🙄🙄. honestly)but on the inside she’s like
“oh my gOD is that dyed hair hOLY FUcK thats so badass and she pLAYS BASS TOo that’s hOt”
“WAITWHATTHEFUCKISSHESPEAKINGTOME- ?? she’s laughing now she’s gORGEOUS- ThE giGGLEs i CANt bREatHE-”
“hOLY mOtHEr of kYosHi sHe’s wEAriNG lEsbiAn riNgS sHIT and her voice is so nice too fUCK i think i’m in love-”
#battle of the bands au#atla#i dont know what happened but i drank a gallon of fic idea juice and this happened#iT HASNT WORN OFF#THIS IS JUST PART ONE I HAVE THE REST TOO#im drowning in this fic idea#@writers 😏😏 hey#anyone wanna cowrite#zukka#yueki#possibly mailee#mailee#ITS ON#i’m so excited#im drafting some art too#avatar the last airbender fanfic#ideas#AYYO IF YALL HAVE INPUT AND IDEAS ILL TAKE IT#zukka fanfiction#yueki fanfiction#its a gay mess#okay imma stop it with the tags now#bye#suki#yue#sokka#zuko#azula#toph#aang
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my thoughts on the crank palace
i touched about this a bit on twitter (@newtedison_) but i figured i would Try and touch on my points more here (spoilers obv) again, its sort of lengthy
1. im gonna start with talking about the ending because i need to get it out of the way. either i havent read the books in a while and i forgot some canon (which could very well be true, i literally forgot that Bliss was a thing) or this ending makes no sense and is (somehow) setting up for a tdc sequel? so first off, newt was shot in the Head with a Bullet and somehow didnt immediately die? i know that that can happen in real life but it just seems so unlikely that not only would he not die, but he would survive long enough for someone from WCKD to transport him back to their labs and try to revive him. and who the fuck was he talking to? did thomas get newt’s journal at some point and i just dont remember? like i said, either im forgetting stuff or this ending doesnt make sense and is setting up a sequel which...i’ll get to later
2. why was this written? like, what was the point? i understand that this wasnt going to be all sunshine and rainbows but i feel like i was reading torture porn. like, literally all that happens is newt gets tortured (which is described in detail) by WCKD soldiers, has bouts of insane-fueled rage where he KILLS MULTIPLE PEOPLE, and then he dies. ??? what did this contribute to the canon? what was this trying to accomplish? truthfully, i never really wanted a newt-POV...well, anything except for maybe those little nuggets he wrote some time ago. but even if i HAD wanted a newt-POV novella, this is not what i would have wanted. he KNOWS that newt is almost universally the most loved character in this franchise. you can tell because he constantly uses him as a way to get fans in his good graces again. so why on earth would he take that character that so many people love and write a novella where its torture porn and a descent into madness before death? i am not interested in that At All. i’ve read fics (and even written a drabble) where newt is a Crank, and those were more respectful and easier to read than tcp. the parts where newt is having bouts of the Flare were literally exhausting to read; it was described in such vivid and torturous detail that it made me sick reading it. and it didnt help that newt is a character i care a lot about. i didn’t need to know what becoming a Crank felt like. the way it was described in the other books (and even the movies) told me everything i needed to know. the way thomas and everyone found newt at the crank palace in tdc and hes described as obviously not well, but not knowing what exactly happened to him...thats good enough on its own. the mystery of what exactly newt had to endure is part of what gives his journey more emotional depth. not everything needs to be written out and explained. not every gap needs to be filled in.
3. me saying “the characterization felt off” is going to make some people roll their eyes because ‘duh, sami, the characterization will be off because he’s going insane’ to which i say...exactly. we weren’t really reading a newt-POV novella, were we? even if he isn’t past the Gone in the beginning, hes clearly not the same person we knew him as. the whole novella felt like an uncanny valley situation; i knew i was supposed to be reading about newt, but it felt like i was reading about someone else who looked like him. and that is part of what made this such a disconnect and made me lose interest at parts. not only that, but the world building and lore is inconsistent. newt makes a comment about how it used to rain in the glade, and apparently (as ive been told) that is simply not true. keisha having somehow working cell phone that magically connects her to her family also doesnt make sense. how would they have each others’ numbers? what are the odds that they BOTH found working cell phones in an apocalypse? i get that its a novella but you cant just throw something that crazy in there as a plot convenience. actually work on your plot and world building in a cohesive way, please. and another thing that doesnt make sense...
4. ...is newt finding out that sonya is his sister. if there was anything i would have wanted from a newt-pov novella, it would have been this. him finding out that not only is sonya his sister, but he already knows her post-WCKD. something that would have made this novella actually captivating, contributing something worthwhile to the canon that i would actually want to read, is if newt found out while in the crank palace that sonya was his sister; the Flare would remove that part of the Slice in his brain, and he would realize it was her. then, knowing that he couldnt go past the Gone before seeing her, he would try to find a way to get back to her. he could learn this after thomas and everyone originally see him, so it could match up with the canon. and then, by the time 250 comes along, hes lost all hope of that actually happening, and lashes out to thomas in a fit of rage. the journey of him trying to find his ACTUAL sister would have meant more to me than the story of keisha and dante. trust me, i love a found family trope as much as the next girl. but this series is FULL of the found family trope. it pretty much is the backbone of the franchise. so to see a blood family dynamic would have been a refreshing change of pace that i actually would have been interested in reading. also, the way that newt DOES find out about sonya is...underwhelming. he just randomly says “you remind me of my sister, sonya” to keisha in the WCKD truck. first of all, sonya is not the name you would actually know her by. you would know her by her birth name (which is lizzy? elizabeth?). second, why does he act like he didnt already meet her in the series? when the WCKD doctor tells him sonya is his sister and is alive, hes so surprised. wouldn’t he have known that already? why is there not more emphasis on the fact he already met her? that would have been a really interesting dynamic to explore, and im sad they didnt
5. the pacing and dialogue of tcp is so dragged out. i remember specifically there was a section where newt goes to talk to keisha after she starts abandoning dante, and i swear to god there was a page and a half of text before anything ACTUALLY happened or anyone ACTUALLY said anything. dashner described a launcher at one point as “the energy dependent electric firing projectile device.” that’s SIX words to describe a stun gun. a fucking stun gun! we know what it is! why did you have to use six words??? it just felt like everything was dragged and stretched to the longest it could possibly be and it added to the exhaustion i felt while reading it
6. okay i cant end it without talking about newtmas. its very obvious by now that newtmas is a VERY large part of this fanbase. its clearly the most popular ship and what keeps a lot of people interested in this series. even the marketing team for the MOVIES used newtmas as a advertising tactic (i.e.; using thomas and newt standing face to face as a thumbnail for the trailer, emphasizing newtmas based questions in interviews, even making a fucking facebook memories video for them. yes that last one is real). not only does dashner use newt as a way to lure fans in; he also uses newtmas. the parts that were sprinkled into this were so obvious that it didnt feel authentic. i cant speak for the original trilogy; i dont know the culture around ships back then, and i dont know how much it influenced his writing at the time. but the scenes in those books felt more genuine than tcp. by genuine i mean; he wrote scenes without a relationship in mind, but the chemistry had noticeable subtext that, while unintentional, was largely agreed upon by the larger audience. the parts of newtmas he added into tcp felt artificial and forced, likely as a way for people to take snippets of and use as a free marketing tool for him. one example you might have already seen; “he had already gotten used to his post-thomas, post-WCKD life.” the fact that dashner SPECIFICALLY used the phrase “post-thomas” rather than “post-his friends” or something similar shows that he is using newtmas as a hook on purpose. not only that, but to make newt’s last thoughts as he died “tommy. tommy will understand...” is...wow. first of all, i never wanted to know what newt’s dying thoughts were, but thanks, i guess? and second, when we all initially thought newt died underneath thomas with a gun to his head, i was pretty much inferred that newts last thoughts would probably be about thomas; they would sort of have to be, given the circumstances. so adding that in gives me the same feeling that “i’m coming for you, newt” at the end of the fever code gave me. not as offensive, but written very much on purpose. and the ending is implying that there will somehow be a sequel where thomas gets newt’s journal from...someone. at this point, i can only think that this sequel will retroactively make newtmas canon somehow. now that newt has been confirmed as gay, it could happen. which brings me to my last point...
7. hearing dashner confirm newt is gay was already mind-boggling before. now that i’ve read the crank palace...im angry. im very angry. i think its safe to say that newt is the character that suffers the most in this series. you can argue with me but hes definitely high on the list, if not #1. so; you take this character. you give him a horribly sad arc in the original trilogy, then decide to expand upon it and tell us, your largely QUEER fanbase, exactly how painful and torturous his last days were, in detail. and then you tell us he’s gay. something that is never mentioned in the canon, only in an offhanded reply to a tweet of someone calling you out. on a base level, i can understand why people would be happy. representation (i guess), seeing themselves in the character, having their headcanons be confirmed. great. but what i see is you telling your largely queer fanbase “hey, you see the only confirmed gay character? im going to literally write torture porn about him before killing him off and offer it to you like im providing a service to your community.” how fucked up is that? “hey, kids, if youre gay, you WILL be violently tortured and become violent and a danger to the ones you love. then you will die and your love will never be reciprocated.” what a message! and if he DOES end up retroactively making newtmas “canon” in some weird sequel...i will start foaming at the mouth. THIS is an example of how not all queer representation is good or genuine.
i’ve definitely forgotten some points but this is long enough already. let me know if you agree or if theres anything else you want to add! im interested in what you guys think
(8. I JUST REMEMBERED!!! if WCKD needed to study newt so bad bc sonya is his sister and is immune while he isnt, why did they let him run around the crank palace in the first place??? you cant test his vitals or anything you’re literally just watching him. what is the point????)
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ChengQing (lmao never realized that was their fucking ship name)
so pros of (Jiang Cheng/Wen Qing):
one of the few possible het ships available to mdzs fans like there are all of five named female characters and this is the only one not in an established het pairing. and like sure ive seen yanli w/ someone else a couple times but you CANT put her with JIANG CHENG and i cant say ive ever seen mianmian in a serious relationship in fics with anyone besides either her canon hubby or a chick (usually yanli, wen qing herself, or even sometimes both lmao).
it’s basically written itself in cql!! he has a very obv and clear crush on her, even gives her a comb and offers to help her! she seems interested but the way the storyline went it was simply not meant to be :’(
you get to pair off jiang cheng!! ngl once u finish mdzs its kinda sad for everyone not wangxian (in their generation/above) cuz theyre the only one that get a happy ending. Everyone else is forever alone / depressed / bitter or a combination thereof. so it’s nice to see jiang cheng getting a happy ending!
he... gets... kids...? like ngl as a childless person that is happy to stay that way thats not exactly a pro in my eyes but you might look at his relationship w/ jin ling and say “he’s a great father! he deserves to be a father!” which okay good news! wen qing can bear children!
Now. Cons.
for one thing the fact that you have a lack of options doesnt exactly mean every possible het pairing can have good chemistry even if you change circumstances enough. there comes to a point where certain pairings can only be really viable if one or both of them are ooc.
lets be honest im willing to bet that AT LEAST 80% of the reason cql introduced this ship was because they were not allowed to make the wangxian pair explicitly Together (and i dont even mean anything specifically sexual), and they needed SOME SORT of romance to feature in the story. xuanli doesnt count because theyre an established background ship, the jiang parents dont count as romance, we aint talkin about the villain relationships, and lbr, mianmian already had a lot more signif in cql than mdzs. so it makes sense that they took the arguably most important male chara besides wangxian and made him have a crush on the most important female character that wasnt his SISTER.
what im trying to say is that cql pulled that pairing out of a hat. if you look at canon at ALL i highly doubt there would ever have been feelings, just as there never were. we dont quite know the age dif but we know that wen qing was the older sister and wen ning might have been a bit younger? than the boys? cannot quite remember but we dont know if she was only a year or two older or if it was like. mingjue and huaisang. we dont know! and i canNOT see jiang cheng going for an older chick. also their personalities would clash So Much. she has older sis vibes and not the gentle kind like yanli. she snaps at wen ning’s mumbling and stuff a good couple times- you think she’d tolerate jiang cheng’s emotional immaturity? hah.
this also kinda segues into my main point of: as depressing as it is that jiang cheng is forever alone unless you pair him off... he would honestly put whoever you pair him off with through hell. he’s not nice. so many jiang cheng stans like to argue that he’s a traumatized kid that was raised to channel his emotions through anger (and raises bitterness under his skin like an ugly puppy) but inside he has a heart of gold, and they’re... not exactly wrong! i mean- literally every younger chara is traumatized in some way. but... that doesn’t really... excuse the shit he’s pulled? as much as jiang cheng stans like to forget: jin guangyao was RIGHT when he said that jiang cheng’s insecurities got wei ying killed. his CLOSEST ALLY.
tying back to wen qing we have their actual CANON interactions (or lack thereof). wen qing didn’t exactly protect wei ying and jiang cheng out of the goodness of her heart when lotus pier fell: she was protecting wen ning (her BROTHER) from the repercussions of his own actions by saving wei ying (and Jiang Cheng ig idk he was just there bUT YOUNG MASTER WEI-)
not QUITE sure why she agreed to doing the golden core transfer (maybe scientific curiousity? i mean she had an unproven medical theory and here was a volunteer) but it def wasnt For Jiang Cheng.
and then the next time she saw him? do you guys remember the next time she saw him? it’ was when jiang cheng came up to the burial mounds to kill wen ning’s corpse and tell wei ying to turn over the wens.
KEEP IN MIND that jiang cheng KNOWS wen ning and qing SAVED HIS FUCKING ASS after lotus pier (not How but he KNOWS THIS) and yet he still tells wei ying to hand them over.
he makes wei ying choose between what amounts to the cultivation world and his morals.
that does not a good healthy relationship make. also again their personalities would clash like so bad. i love wen qing way more but you have to admit her personality is super similar to madame yu’s. and we already agreed that jiang cheng was traumatized as a kid. im not saying fengmian didnt have a hand in it but you gotta admit a good amount was madam yu and her insecurites and accusations she piled on her son. and you wanna pair him up romantically with someone who won’t take his shit and smile? will call him out? HAH.
im not saying this because i think jiang cheng should be with a softer personalitied (guy) like lan xichen or wen ning or huaisang because god knows those pairings have their own issues. im just saying that in canon-verse all i can ship whole-heartedly is jiang cheng / therapy, but since there is not therapy in canon-verse, or even if there WAS then there’s no way he’d admit to needing it, then yeah he can stay single for all his bitter life. better that than making jiang parent relationship 2.0 like fuck.
(this of course means that in modern aus where he DOES get therapy i am Open)
also real quick but jiang cheng was NOT a good parent to jin ling and i will not take constructive criticism like sure he was better than the jiang parents and the lan parents but that is SUCH a low fuckin bar and it’s a fact that in chapter 9 jin ling literally thinks “if I can’t slice off her head with this blow, I will die here- death it is then!!” (taken gratefully from the exiled rebels scanlation) and that is NOT a healthy-minded child.
the only healthy minded children is like. jingyi. and probably sizhui. although i am not here for the way the lan sect raise children but sometimes you have to take what you can get.
also i want you to look me in the eye and tell me that wen qing could and would do anything besides throw down with someone that so much as looked at her brother wrong
because jiang cheng apparently decided to lay the blame for jin zixuan’s death at wen ning’s feet (which is incredibly ironic considering he blames wei ying for yanli’s death??? like i feel like he could stand to use his brain cells a bit more??) and repeatedly tried to kill him.
#anyway this has been my ted talk#i dunno im just getting kinda tired of a certain writer and their idealized world but eh#it happens a lot too and damn cql certainly made wen qing more waif-ey#i didnt and do not want to get into the implied xianqing either do not start#im just saying that jiang cheng has a lot of flaws that people like to ignore a lot#this is true for many other charas too tbf#jiang cheng#not the angel you like to think he is#wen qing#not exactly the forgiving type#like i said tho they do work well together in modern aus with therapy available#and also tbf this isnt exactly my only issue with this author's fic(s) either lmao but hey#jiang cheng the prat#always ranks p high in my grievances#esp considering its a post-canon fix-it type so jiang cheng still did All That#also in any case this author seems determined to pair off like everyone into mostly het ships#mdzs#this is not for jiang cheng stans lmao#sorry ive been awake for like mayn hours and just got some difficul news and had Thoughts
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Intervene (Barry X Reader)
Request:could you write a fic where Rafe is hitting on you at a party, but doesn't realize your Barry's girl? Rafe does something gross/awful and you take offense. Barry just stands back and watches you handle the situation, only stepping in before you go too far.
TW:Harrassment,sexual innuendos.
Being Barry’s girl meant helping him out at parties.Carrying a pistol,weed and coke for when shit started happening.It was one of those huge ass kook parties with loud music and plenty of stupid teenagers that were looking to buy.
Barry never forced you to leave the trailer, letting you do whatever you wanted most of the time as long as he knew where you were and that you were safe and had your phone on you just in case things went south and broke out into a fight.
He always made sure you were armed, didnt matter where you were going or who you would be with.He always had you carry a gun or a knife.He cared a lot for you, you were probably the one person on the island that he actually gave a shit about.
He remembered meeting you and immediately having an attraction to you, not just to your appearance but your overall aura and the way you spoke.He had listened to every word, the way you began to stutter when you were nervous.
He knew how you would act at parties, secretly watching you like some stalker.He admired the way that you’d take their keys, hiding them and writing a note on their leg for when they were sober enough to see properly.
You’d stay with the younger folks that were doing hard drugs to make sure that they wouldnt overdose or accidentally hurt themselves.He couldnt understand how you had the space in your mind to care about these random clients and he couldnt understand why he cared about you either.
It made him smile when you brought the money back to him, listening to the rules that he had given you and bringing back just as much as you should have.
Most of his workers would take some of the money from themselves or spend a fraction on something but you never did, not until he told you that you could when he found out that you lived in a shed with a shitty mattress on the floor with a battery powered lantern.
He would invite you over so you could sleep in a real bed and then at some point you had moved in with him.He didnt even know how he ended up falling for you and kissing you good night, hugging you from behind and pulling you to sit in his lap while he played a card game with a client.
He had noticed little things about you, how you were ready to fight anyone that dared to talk back to him.You were the only one allowed to do that and for anyone else to do that was a direct attack on both you and Barry.
Tonight Rafe had a good amount of shit on him,looking for people that were stupid enough.He had seen you at Barry’s plenty of times, never understanding where you were or why you were there.
Barry had gone to get alcohol,letting you roam free.He liked to watch you in your natural habitat,easily getting the crowds to split so you could get through.He sipped a beer,keeping an eye on you,chuckling when he noticed Rafe approach you.
He knew how much you hated the tall boy and how annoying Rafe was.He was excited to see how things would play out, a smirk on his face, taking a quick shot of fireball before turning to watch again.
“Hey beautiful.”Rafe smirked,refusing to move out of your way.You rolled your eyes,going to move around him only for him to grab your arm,squeezing your wrist. “Dont try to ignore me.”He whispered,his eyes moving down to places that they shouldnt be.You knew that you could easily destroy him, not feeling worried because you had the upper hand.Rafe just didnt know it yet.
You sighed,attempting to move past him again. “What?You think you’re too good to have a conversation with me?Dont be like that.”He chuckled,pretty much undressing you with his eyes.It was absolutely disgusting. “Im a fucking pogue,you’re not my type.”You hoped that would work.
You knew how much he despised the residents of The Cut.He shrugged, not really caring. “Doesnt matter,you’re hot.”He replied,biting down on his bottom lip. “Get the fuck out of my way.”You repeated, not backing down.
His smirk turned into nothing but emotionless,staring down at you and gripping your waist tight to hold you in place.You knew him as Rafe Cameron or ‘Country Club’.You had heard his name thrown around, mainly from Barry and the kids that Rafe terrorized.You couldnt even imagine being so pathetic that you started to beat up 16 year olds that were just living their lives.
He was a coke addict,an asshole and an all around terrible guy.He would stare at you whenever he saw you in Barry’s place,whether it be on the bed or in the main room with a blunt in between your fingers.His eyes would go wide when they fell on your practically bare chest,his face flushing and looking away quickly.It was annoying as all hell.
“Do you know who the fuck I am?”He asked,fingernails digging into your skin. “Yeah?You think youre cool shit?Nobody gives a fuck who you are.”You snarled at him,scratching up both his wrists with your nails,creating red bloody lines.He stared down in horror.
“You fucking bitch-I should punish you.”He grabbed at both your wrists,seeming like he was trying to throw you to the ground but not succeeding.He smiled a bit,licking his lips. “Can you imagine if I fucked you?You’re gonna look at me and tell me youre not interested?”He asked, looking you up and down.Managing to get one of your arms free,grabbing your pistol and holding the cold metal against Rafe’s chest.
Barry sighed,finishing his beer,deciding to intervene before you pulled the trigger.If it were anyone else he probably would’ve let you shoot but because it was Rafe he would lose half of his business if the son of a bitch was dead.Rafe watched,eyebrows furrowed as Barry came up behind you,his arms locking around your waist,whispering in your ear.
“You wanna shoot him, baby?Go ahead and do it.Or you can let me punish the bitch, your choice.”He kissed your temple,smirking when you let out a sigh and dragged the cold metal down Rafe’s chest and put the pistol back in its place.
“What did I tell you about messing with my shit?”Barry asked, squeezing your waist with a grin on his face as Rafe’s eyes widened, gulping. “Huh?You’re not gonna answer me?”Barry was holding you by his side,a smirk on his face. “I-I dont...you said not to mess with anything.”Rafe mumbled,staring at your gun nervously.
Barry nodded,squeezing your waist. “Yeah,that includes my girl.”Barry glanced over at you, Rafe’s heart dropping into his stomach.He didnt know that you were Barry’s.He had seen you around the trailer plenty of times,even seeing you on Barry’s bed in just your bra and underwear but he had assumed you were just the drug dealer’s fuck buddy.
“I-I didnt know...im sorry.”Rafe mumbled, not quite satisfying you. “Why are you apologizing to me?Im not the one you tried to fuck, what?You dont got any respect for my girl? Fuckin misogynist ass.”Barry glared,thinking about a million ways he could absolutely pulverize the kook in front of him.
You chuckled,your arm around Barry. “Yeah, rich bitch.You want me to fucking shoot you in that ugly face of yours?I think your brain would look pretty great splattered across the ceiling.What do you think,Bear?”You asked your boyfriend,noticing the way his eyes were twinkling at the way you were being so assertive.
“I think it’d look great,some color in this fuckin prison lookin place.”Barry agreed,looking up at the bare ceiling. “No-no,please!Dont kill me-im sorry.Im sorry, I didnt realize.”Rafe stuttered,making you laugh.
“What?You’re only sorry because you know that im Barry’s bitch?What if I wasnt?”You asked,rolling your fingertip over the trigger of the gun.Rafe licked his lips,not knowing where to look or what to do.
“I just...I didnt mean it like that.”He muttered, quite literally about to shit his pants. “You didnt mean what?Didnt mean to what?To bruise me or say rude shit to me?Which is it?”You asked,watching Barry’s jaw clench.
You hummed when he didnt answer, lifting up your leg and kicking him hard in the crotch.The boy collapsed,gasping for air.You pulled Barry’s arm off you,kneeling down and grabbing Rafe by his hair,pulling his head up before slamming his face onto the tile and sending his teeth through his bottom lip.
You smiled,giggling as you grabbed Barry’s hand. “Alright, lets go home.”You smiled up at your boyfriend,kissing him gently before leading him out of the large house.Rafe’s friends were rushing towards him and trying to figure out what happened.
You couldnt care less, Rafe Cameron’s friends were a ton of pussies that wouldnt dare to mess with someone that had a gun.Barry twirled you around, chuckling as you got into the car, his hand on your thigh as he drove. “He was scared shitless, baby.Its cute when you’re all defensive.”He grinned,pulling in behind the trailer.
“Shut up.”You answered,going inside and getting on the bed,emptying your pockets of drugs,laying down properly.He came in a few moments later,stripping into just his boxers and his tanktop,climbing into the bed next to you, pulling one of the many blankets over the both of you with a sigh. “You shouldve shot him.”He grumbled. “Yeah, maybe next time.”You kissed his forehead.
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amnesia rewrite! (chapter 6)
ch 1 | ch 2 | ch 3 | ch 4 | ch 5 | ch 7 | ch 8 |
original fic
words: 1692
ao3
contents and warnings: amnesia, deaged Janus, food, fluff, weeping angel mention, pranks,
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Patton knew individually both Virgil and Janus were very strong spirits, and he had learned over the past couple weeks that together they were.. well, chaotic, but surely
surely.
It wouldn’t be normal for them to do- well whatever they did, Patton could only guess as roman chased them, covered in a sparkly goop, and yelling a couple of nonsense phrases as well as what Patton could only make out as “undo it!”
He really hoped it wouldn’t be normal.
Patton pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing to himself, before taking pity on both poor Roman and the flooring which was ever so slowly being fully covered with the goop as well, he loudly coughed to get their attention, having the intended effect of having them all halt in there running, “did you two do this?” He asked in his practiced and patented dad voice, already pretty certain he knew the answer but still asking anyway.
Janus immediately piped up, taking the attention from Virgil who had actually not fully stopped and had kept slowly side-stepping away from roman “No!” He told him insistently, not wanting him or Virgil to get in trouble and have the invite of movie night be rescinded, it was the first time it was calm enough and no one was too busy for one, which meant it was his first movie night, he didn’t want to miss it! still despite his very best attempt it was very very, abundently clear to Patton that he was lying, which wasn’t as big a surprise as Janus wished it would be, after all, he was a very shifty character.
the effort made Patton make sure to be soft with his tone however before he was just about to reply Virgil spoke up to talk to Janus, “dee patt’s smart enough to know we did it- and even if he didn’t would you really wanna not take credit for the awesome prank?” He asked vaguely motioning to Roman who was halfway across the room from him now.
Janus pouted- actually pouted and Patton couldn’t help but silently chuckle to himself, thankfully unnoticed by all other parties, and once he had stopped pouting he just turned around to face patton and immediately looked down to fiddle with his sleeves as he quietly went “okay.. we did, ‘m sorry” he said, focusing his attention on Patton.
“You don’t need to apologize to me, Roman’s the one who’s affected and deserves an apology.” he told him, and speaking of Roman, “Roman when you’re ready the bathroom should be free why don’t you take a shower, it doesn’t appear that the goo was made with just a snap,” Roman sighed loudly before nodding and Patton smiled at him before turning his attention once again to the two chaos bringers “now, you two clean the mess from when he was chasing after you and later you’ll have to help me with movie night preparation, sound relatively Fair?”
Virgil, Janus, and Roman mumbled a chorus of yes’s, Romans more prominent as he was happy to get some retribution for their crimes. Patton nodded- mostly to himself, “good.”
It would be days before he ended up admitting to the two that he actually found the prank kind of funny, because by then Roman, while still acting offended by the pure mention of it, everyone could tell that it was purely lighthearted and he was in no way mad.
It would be only hours though until he admitted it was adorable and so very sweet how much Janus had latched and pretty much imprinted onto Virgil, following him around like a little duckling, (and when Virgil was truly busy Roman was a close second, however, it didn’t seem to save him.)
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“..Roman why are you sparkly?”
“I don’t wanna talk about it.” roman grumbled back.
Patton chuckled as he listened to the short-lived conversation of the two from the kitchen, Virgil and Janus had been helping him with prepping everything for the movie night but as making popcorn was the last thing they needed to do (and they and Roman had gotten banned from the kitchen because while one of them had tried to make pasta while waiting for the plain water to heat up it somehow caught on fire) so he let them go, to do what they wanted to do until everyone gathered for the movie.
After a bit he was finally done popping it so he then sifted popcorn into the two bowls, one for just melted butter and salt for Logan and Virgil and one bowl with sugar and melted butter for Roman and himself and maybe Remus if he joined them, and Janus was welcome to both as Patton hadn’t really been able to memorize his favorite yet.
He smiled as walked out, quickly setting the popcorn bowls down onto the coffee table, before happily sitting and leaning into Roman’s side, he hummed quietly to himself as he waited for Virgil to come back down before he noticed that Janus was just standing there, near the tv not really doing something, barely even moving.
He took worry-filled moment to take a breath before just going “hey dee? You wanna sit down kiddo?” And Patting the spot next to him, he didn’t want him to feel like the odd one out and feel too awkward to sit down, so he wanted to offer a clear invitation just incase, logan had said he occasionally needed that.
Janus glanced at Patton momentarily, before shaking his head insistently “no, waiting,” He explained, well it might’ve been explaining to him but it gave much more questions than answers, and honestly it was kind of scaring Patton especially as he immediately went back to staring at a specific spot, and a long while back Virgil had introduced him to what weeping angels were, so now he was scared to look away when his kiddos stared at either him or a very specific spot that didn’t ever vary for a prolonged time.
After a bit Virgil came down and sat right next to Logan, who had been silently reading a book against the armrest,
Then the moment Virgil sat down and everybody got situated- not even a second later, Janus ran full force at the couch and threw himself onto them, eliciting a variety of startled yelps and shrieks from them, and after a moment of him just happily using all of theirs legs as pillows as they remained completely stunned, Roman, Logan, and Paton just started to make noises of both bewilderment and dramatic alarm, however, the former was more of Romans doing, despite the only Part of Janus that was even touching him was his arms, extended like a stretching cat, though honestly despite the earlier prank Patton felt like if it had been anyone else and not Janus who had done that Roman would make much more fanfare about the throwing themself at them at all, Patton smiled to himself at the notion before grabbing the remote and stretching to hand it to Logan, absentmindedly starting to card his fingers through Janus’s hair.
Janus smiled contently as he got comfortable, happy with just being so close to his family.
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It had been maybe two and a half movies before Patton looked around, about to tell them another movie-based pun before he realized that They all had fallen fast asleep, Roman’s head lulled to the side and leaning on him much more than patton realized, Virgil cuddling Logan closely, and Janus holding patton’s arm captive, close to his chest, Patton barely suppressed an adoring coo with just how adorable the scene was before he realized that one of them wasn’t asleep, though he wasn’t that far away from it.
He looked over to focus more on Logan, who was trying so hard to watch the movie, blinking his eyes open after they started drooping more than three times in a single minute.
Patton smiled fondly before quietly going “lo, dear, you should go to sleep,”
Logan paused as he processed his words before he gave Patton a sheepish- and very groggy- smile, then he looked down to his lap, doing his best to avoid eye contact, and Patton realized a very important thing as Logan mumbled “‘mm don’ wanna move,” because while Virgil was very cuddly currently, Logan was equally cuddly, and he appeared very content to be so.
Patton chuckled softly as he understood, before going to shake his head lovingly, “lo-lo you don’t have to go upstairs to go to bed, you can just go to sleep in the cuddle pile with us, I was just saying if you're sleepy it’d be good to go to sleep.”
Logan made a small little “oh” sound, making it abundantly obvious even if it wasnt already that he was too tired to of even considered that, before grinning so brightly and so groggily and happily collapsing into Virgil’s chest.
And Patton couldn’t see exactly but he wouldn’t be surprised if Logan instantly fell asleep, he gave a small chuckle before doing his best to cover everybody with the blankets they had gradually grabbed and brought over to the couch to make sure no one got cold in the middle of the night.
After he was done he grabbed the remote from where Logan had put it and turned the tv off, soon continuing to card his fingers through Janus’s hair with his non-stolen hand.
And as Janus just melted even more at the contact Patton’s heart just melted once.
It didnt take long for patton to start getting drowsy now that he didnt have something to pay attention to and soon Janus and Patton started to Have incoherent conversations, Patton didn't even know if he had partially awoken or if it was just mid-sleep mumbles, but it didn't matter because he wasn’t even forming real or coherent words either, suddenly too tired to even realize it.
And not long after he could only yawn as he tried to keep his eyes open, before just collapsing against Roman’s shoulder and being the final one to quickly doze off.
#ts janus#ts roman#ts patton#ts virgil#ts logan#im so sorry for next chapter#roman sanders#janus sanders#patton sanders#logan sanders#virgil sanders#sanders sides#amnesia rewrite#sanders sides fic#sanders sides writing#the cold one writes#fluff
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My First And Last — Huang Renjun
Renjun has a confession to make.
Request: Hiiii =3. How are you, i was wondering if i could get a renjun x woc fluff fic when he confesses to y/n at highschool in front of the dreamies. tsym i love your writing!.☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆
“Renjun, what’s the answer to number five?”
He always hated this class, but today especially was he extremely irritated with it. This weekend had been quite eventful—him spending the whole duration with his boys, and while everything was perfect at first, Sunday night was quite interesting.
It was no secret that Huang Renjun was in love with you. Well, at least to Mark, Chenle, Jisung, Haechan, Jeno, and Jaemin. If a stranger asked he would quickly deny the accusation, claiming the two of you as close friends only, but even they saw through it. The little red tint that would appear on his ears was a telling to the cap he expressed.
Last night, there was an intense game of truth or dare taking place. They all would admit that it was quite childish to be playing such a game as seniors in high school, but they also rarely cared about what others thought. They were bored and waiting on their pizza—what was a better choice?
“Truth or dare, Renjun?”
Chenle was eyeing him closely as his eyes lowered like the evil boy he could be towards his older friend.
“Nah, he doesn’t get a choice. He’s been forcing us to pick dare this whole time.” Mark interrupts, putting the truth cards behind his back. The boys and your girls had made these cards awhile back, wanting to make sure you always had something to do if you got trapped in Renjun’s home during a stormy night or something of that nature. Your hand writing was prominent on the index cards, and he really just wanted to hold a card in his hand. It sounded extremely creepy, but he had missed you. It had been a while since you were able to hang out with him.
“Fine. Dare.” Renjun sighs, covering his eyes. He doesn’t even want to think about the crazy shit one of them was going to ask him to do. Prank call one of his ex’s—politely of course, make him run down the street in a little too much skin showing especially in the freezing cold weather that covered this side of the world this season.
“Hm.” Jeno sighed, his mangled black hair giving him a boyish look as his hand fell on his chin. “Are you guys thinking what I’m thinking?”
No. Why didn’t he predict this? Maybe because he didn’t want to believe his brothers would betray him in such a way.
“Please...” he trails, but the grins on their faces showed there was no going back. It had already been determined.
“You have to tell Y/N you like her.” They all say in unison, laughing loudly as this was all too funny for them.
“I will literally do anything else. Anything.”
Renjun is picturing it now. Him telling you, and your face going from a concerned eye from him saying he needed to talk to you, to a disgruntled look after his confession. Your plump lips that he wanted to kiss so badly would go into your pearly whites, but not in a good way, even though it would look good regardless. You’d feel bad for him—taking a step back and removing your hands off of his shoulder.
“I don’t feel the same, Renjun.”
He didn’t need to actually go through with the plan because he had tried it so many times in his head. Girls like you didn’t fall for guys like him, and honestly he had accepted that a long time ago.
“Do you guys just want me to get curved? I mean seriously what the hell.” He cries out as a pout shoots from his lips.
“Look, we’ll be there.” Jisung assures.
“And if she curves you, you can always say you’re just joking. That’s what I did with Brianna.” Haechan smirks.
“She knows me. She knows I wouldn’t joke her like that.”
“Then you better hope she says yes.” Mark giggles—the doorbell ringing at the same time. The pizza was here, which meant Renjun really couldn’t get out of this now.
That’s why as he sits in his last class of the day, he feels his hands shaking. Truthfully, he thought maybe the boys had forgot about it, or would let him slide, but they made sure to blow up the groupchat with words of encouragement.
— Our boy is finally going to get his girl.
— And if she doesn’t we’ll be here bro.
— We told Y/N and them to meet us at the ice cream spot after school.
Renjun couldn’t help but to laugh sadly at that. You don’t even like ice cream. You were much more of a frozen yogurt person but of course they wouldn’t know that. Not only was he going to get curved by you, but it was going to happen in a place you despise.
“24.” Renjun finally answers the question his math teacher wanted the answer for.
“Good. Make sure you do all of your homework, and no excuses. A for effort so show your work.” That was always the closing statement of his math class, but it also meant that he could pack up his stuff and sneak out. He zips his book bag up—throwing it over his shoulder before walking out of the room. Lucky for him, the door that lead to the parking lot wasnt too far.
As he approaches his cherry red vehicle, he sees that Jisung and Chenle have made themselves comfortable on the hood of his car. They couldn’t drive, so he was frequently giving them rides home, not that he minded. They didn’t live that far away and plus they practically did everything together anyways.
“Are you ready, bro?”
“Are you seriously making me do this?” He sighs, unlocking the door. He gets inside the drivers side while Chenle takes the passenger and Jisung gets in the back.
“Absolutely.” They both say together. The engine is starting, and Renjun is putting the car in drive. “Woah woah.” Chenle interrupts. “Don’t you want to wait for your girl? School ends in five minutes baby.”
“If I see her, I’ll end up driving home instead of to the ice cream place. Just trust me.” He can’t even care about cold weather on his engine with no warm up time. He has to go, and he’s pulling off. He feels his phone vibrating, and he expects it to be Mark or Jeno making sure he’s actually going to show up, but it’s you.
“What’s with the smile?” Chenle interrogates, trying to look over, but Renjun locks his phone before he can see.
“Oh we know what that is!” Jisung screeches from the back, dapping Chenle up at once.
“Yessirrrrrrrrr.” Chenle screams loudly. It’s at this point that Renjun wishes he could somehow cancel out all of this noise. He loved his friends, but he also hated them very much.
“You’re getting excited for nothing.”
“Yeah whatever.” Jisung responds. His eyes are now locked onto the trees they’re driving past as the light turns green.
It didn’t take them that much longer to get to the ice cream parlor. Surpisingly, Jeno, Mark, Haechan, and Jaemin are already here—music blasting unnecessarily. It was very clear that Mark had the aux as YBN Cordae was preaching for the whole shopping center.
Just as he’s about to park, he sees you. I mean, it was quite easy to recognize that frame, and he doesn’t mean that in a perverted way. You were just so perfect and he couldn’t resist to praise you. You’re approaching the window of Jeno’s car and he can hear you now calling their current set-up ghetto and telling them to turn the music off. All jokes of course, and everyone knew only you were allowed to make them. God, he loved you so much.
“You got this.” Chenle encourages, slapping his knee before getting out of the car. Everyone else follows, and Renjun notices that your friends weren’t hiding in your car.
“Did you come here alone?” Is that first thing he asks you as he embraces you into a quick hug. You smell like perfection, but it fitted you. I mean, you were.
“I tried to get the girls to tag-a-long, but they said it was too cold to be outside and definitely too cold to get ice cream.” The wind blows as soon as you finish your sentence, and he sees the way you shut your eyes tight as if that would make it better.
“Oh no we gotta get you inside.” He says, pushing you towards the door. “Fathead.” He adds, causing you to turn around and punch him in the arm. The other boys are not too far behind.
The parlor is chilly, but it’s much better than the outside. There are pretty lights that glow inspirational quotes such as—“follow your dreams“ “seek what sets your soul on fire”. Quite ironic and bad timing, but knowing you, you find it to be very cute. He would too if it wasn’t mocking him so badly.
“What are you gonna get?” Renjun questions, allowing you to get in front of him to see the board better. Since it’s a Monday, and school just ended, there’s nobody in here but you guys. A habit you formed when you’re thinking heavily, you’re twirling about five braids around your pointer finger. He knows that you’ve made a decision when you take those pieces of hair and throw them behind you.
“Nothing.” You say with confidence. “I can’t do this to myself.”
“Well I know, but maybe you should try something. You might like it a little. I’ll pay?”
“Or how about I just eat some of yours.” You smile brightly at him, your hershey colored skin looking flourecent under the bright lights of the building.
He knows there’s no changing your mind. Once you say something, you mean it. It was all about compromise with you.
“Deal.” He chuckles lightly, moving forward to order.
While he’s at the counter, you speak to the other boys for a little before going to find a seat for you all. Renjun really wants to know what you guys were talking about, as it seemed to be a very hush conversation. Or maybe he didn’t want to know.
He gets his ice cream before the others, and he sits right beside you. When the other members get theirs, they sit at the table beside you guys even though there was plenty of room. They really were gonna do this to him.
Renjun is quite surprised that you don’t question their actions. I mean, it did look very odd that they weren’t even acknowledging what they just did, and instead decided on talking about the All-Star game that just happened this past weekend.
“How was your day, Rennie.”
This was the nickname you had gave him freshman year, and although some tried to call him that as well, it just didn’t feel right unless it was coming from your mouth. You seem to be a little tired—probably from staying up last night to study for a test.
“Not too bad. I’m a lot happier now than I was like 30 minutes ago.”
“And why is that?”
“Can’t tell you.” He smiles sadly, fiddling with his cup full of dairy.
“Oh no, we’re not doing that.” You kick him lightly under the table. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s embarrassing.”
“Come on, they’re not even listening.” You whisper, eyeing the boys who were still going on about how Aaron Gordan got robbed on Saturday. “Talk to me.”
“How do I get this out.” He trembles, fiddling with his fingers as he has to look everywhere but your eyes. “Do you remember when we first met?” He questions.
“Of course. Biology, 1st period. I hated every second of it other than you.”
“I felt the same way.” He chuckles. “But I also felt something else. As time went by.”
You’re not clueless. You know exactly what he’s trying to convey to you. The gentleness in his tone, his refusal of eye contact, it was all leading up to a confession, right? He can see it in the way your body haults. It honestly felt like everything stopped; time, the music, his breathing. Neither of you noticed this, but the boys stopped their yapping too.
“Renjun—
“Let me just get this out, okay? I know you’re going to want to walk away but please.” His voice is hushed now as he grabs your hand. It was something you both did to eachother whenever you were embarrassed, or nervous, or extremely joyful. It was obviously different this time and he could also feel that you know that. Even so you don’t let go.
“Y/N M/N L/N.” He shakes. “Since the day I met you, I knew that you were extremely funny, the sweetest girl I’ve ever met, the most beautiful soul that I had ever come across. But even so I thought I could run away from all of your good attributes. We can stay just friends, right? There just wasn’t a universe where you shared my feelings, so it was better to ignore it. I tried so hard to talk to other girls and give them the attention I wanted to give you to distract myself. It’s stupid I know, but it’s what I tried to do.”
“As the months went by, I realized that it wasn’t going to happen. I couldn’t get over you, but I also couldn’t have you, so I decided that I would be one of the boys in your life that you could always rely on.” He rubs your knuckles softly. There’s a braid hanging infront of your face, and he knows that it’s killing you, so he lets go of your hands for mere seconds to tuck it in another braid. Your features are unreadable right now and he wants to stop, but he can feel Marks hand on his back—patting it in encouragement.
“But I’m in love with you, Y/N. I honestly don’t think I’ll ever not be in love with you. And I don’t want you hearing that to make you feel like I’m forcing you to feel something, or to try to feel something. I just want you to know that you are so loved by so many people. Me especially. I know I’m not the coolest guy in the world, but..but...”
He’s said too much. It felt so good to get his confession out, but now that he was almost done, his breathing was out of control. He had only felt like this when he was in fear of something dramatic—he recognizes this to be because he’s so terrified to hear the rejection he’s going to get, so he runs out. He runs out of the parlor and he takes his ice cream with him. He didn’t even want it anymore.
Of course he’s not going to pull off. He wouldn’t leave Chenle and Jisung here. But he just didn’t want to look at anybody. The minute he sits down in his car and turns it on—an attempt to cool down, he looks into the sky. Was he seriously about to cry?
He’s just going to wait for the boys to finish their icecream. He knows they’re going to come when they’re ready. When he feels a knock on the passenger window, he immediately unlocks the door without looking. He has he hands on the wheel ready to pull off but he also has one question. “Is Y/N in her car yet? We can’t leave her without seeing her pull off.”
“She’s in a car.” Your voice echoes throughout the vehicle. “And she’s very safe. I promise.”
In dramatic fashion, he’s turning his head towards you. When the two of you lock eyes, he can’t believe it. Even when you didn’t have to be, you were so sweet. You were going to politely reject him to his face instead of laughing. An angel.
“I’m sorry—
“It’s my turn now.” You whisper, placing a sole finger on his lip. Except, you don’t speak. You instead take the icecream that was sitting in his cup holder and you’re taking a bite. After you set the spoon down, you’re leaning in. It’s a very slow, but beautiful kiss. First, your foreheads connect, then your nose—your perfect nose. He already loves the feeling. But the best part is when your lips connect. The way your lips completely cover his own and swallow him whole is something he couldn’t have imagined with the clearest mind. The way your lips mold together—it’s romantic—perfect, and he doesn’t understand. He doesn’t stop though. He has fingers in your hair, and he’s bring you two closer than you had ever been. There’s no space for breathing between you two.
It’s him who pulls away.
“I—I
“I love you too.” You breathe out. “I love you so much. And whether you believe it or not, everything you said to me in there is something I’ve felt 1000x more. I swear.”
His eyes are too pure as you look at him right now. He really had no idea. All of your little texts telling him you missed him. How the only reason you were coming to school was to see him. He never caught on. He had spent four years believing he wasn’t good enough for you when in reality he was everything you wanted.
“Are you serious?” He coughs.
“So serious.” You say with pride. “I just ate icecream for you. Believe me.”
He wanted to ask you to be his right then and there. But he didn’t want to do anything to mess this up. Suddenly he hears screaming coming from a cellphone, and it’s yours. It’s the boys.
“What did we say!” You both hear Mark shout. They’re outside now, and they’re running to the car.
“We told you it would work out.” Haechan simpers fron Renjun’s side. He rolls down the window, very confused although he’s putting the pieces together.
“Wait, did you guys know about this?” He’s looking at you now, and you’re so shy. You grab his hand, and it feels so good to hold it back. He’s caressing you’re thumb softly as he can’t hold in his smile anymore.
“Why do you think we dared you to do it?” Jeno laughs.
“They saw me on Friday. Getting some wings.” You put your head into his shoulder. “And they interrogated me.
“Politely, of course.” Jisung smiles.
“We had suspicions.”
“But we didn’t tell her you liked her until she confessed. We were just teasing before she confessed her love for you.”
“Shut up, Mark.” You cry out.
There’s a peaceful silence, before Renjun speaks up.
“Thank you guys. From the bottom of my heart.”
“Of course. You deserve it better than anyone.” Chenle says, tapping the window. They all walk away and now it’s the two of you again.
“I promise I won’t hurt you, Y/N.” Renjun whispers, kissing your forehead.
“I know.” Are your final words. “And it’s the best feeling ever.”
A/N: I hope you enjoyed this! :(
#nct#nct dream#renjun#nct renjun#nct imagine#renjun imagine#nct imagines#kpop ambw#kpop poc#poc kpop#ambw kpop#kpop black reader#nct ambw#nct black girl#woc fics#poc fics
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Beloved (Billie Kay blurb)
For @superkickparty because they (I'm not 100% sure on ur pronouns) want Billie Kay fics and I want to write (also I'm gay)
Friends to lovers, idk if it counts as angst but I tried, mostly yearning and fluff.
Billie Kay x gender neutral reader (masculine clothing described)
Also partially takes place at a party of sorts, so au where there wasnt a pandemic. Or takes place before of a while after. Take your pick. Dont party during a pandemic or I'm stealing your spine.
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Two years, six months, and eight days. It had been two years, six months, and eight days since you realized you were in love with your best friend, and god only knows how long before that you actually fell for her.
It was your other best friend, Peyton, that made you see. All it took was her showing you one single picture for the realization to hit you like a freight train. The longing eyes, the easy smile, the way you looked like you would float away at any second, all because Billie was laughing at something stupid you had said.
Looking at the picture, there was no denying it anymore. You were in love with Billie Kay, your best friend. Your beloved best friend. Peyton promised not to show Billie the photo, but she did keep it. "For your wedding one day," she had joked.
For two years, six months, and eight days, that sentence and that photo clouded your mind, and you still didnt know if it brought peace or pain.
The thought made you giddy, picturing a wedding for the two of you, imagining her dress, the flowing white fabric draped over her form, swirling around her like clouds around an angel, sent from heaven just for you. But these thoughts never lasted long. The clouds always turned grey as you remembered that she didn't know how you felt, and what would be at stake if you told her. You could lose her, maybe forever. Truly a fate worse than death.
A knock at your apartment door pulled you from your thoughts. Peyton was on the other side, but not for long. You had just barely gotten up to answer it when she came bursting through the door, a wide and happy smile across her mouth and cheeks, but a mischievous glint in her eyes. She had a plan.
"Get dressed, get fancy, we've got a birthday party to go to, black tie. Chop chop, darling," Peyton announced.
"Well hello to you too, Pey," you said through a laugh. You didn't argue with her, though, you learned to not do that long ago. You made your way to your closet, making a beeline for your wardrobe. Peyton followed suit, no doubt to make sure you were actually going to dress up, and not crawl out the window to escape. Again.
"So is this actually black tie or are you trying to set me up again?" you questioned, flicking through your fancier clothes.
"Both," she answered simply. "Billie wanted to get her hair done first, so she's meeting us there." You looked back at your friend to see her wiggling her eyebrows. You shook your head, deciding against throwing a slipper at her.
Nearly an hour later, both you and Peyton were dressed up, her in a simple blue dress that hugged her curves, and a white blazer overtop and white heels, and you in a pair of black dress pants, a red button-up, and a black tie. Together you headed out to the front of your appartment building to wait for Billie.
It didn't take long for her to arrive, pulling up and immediately yelling out the window about how good you and Peyton looked. You both got in the car, laughing at Billie's wolf whistles and compliments.
You couldn't help but notice, however, that the shirt that Peyton had specifically picked out for you, matched almost perfectly with the red dress that Billie had on. The colour suited her skin so well, and the shape and length did wonders to accentuate her beauty, even though she didn't really need it. She was damn near perfect on her own. But the knee-length fitted dress with the slit at the thigh definitely didnt hurt.
"You look beautiful, by the way, Billie. That colour suits you," you managed to get out.
"Thank you, love! You look dashing as well. And look!" she began, "We match!" She pointed between your shirt and her dress with a big smile. You couldn't help but smile back, nodding along with her laughter.
Your arrival at the party and the following hour or so went by without incident, but people inevitably came up to Billie to talk, to catch up, to flirt. You tried to stay calm about it, but it was hard. Watching other people flirt with her, making her laugh, making eye contact, it started to hurt.
Muttering something about fresh air to the girls, you made your way to the back patio. It had started raining, so there wasnt anyone else out there, meaning you got to sit and sulk in peace. At least you thought you could. Peyton came out moments after you, sitting next to you in one of the patio chairs.
"Talk to me," she said softly.
"Am I selfish? All I want is her attention, and every time someone else has her attention, it just hurts. It hurts a lot, Pey. They're all in there making her smile, making her laugh, keeping her attention. I want that to be me, but I can't. Not right to her face, it's not fair," you mumbled.
"No, no, you're not selfish. You're in love," she replied.
"Then why do I feel like garbage? I feel greedy, and sad, and tired, and all I wanna do is run up to her and hold her, and tell her I love her, that I'm in love with her, but I can't! I can't lose her, Peyton. I'm scared," you vented. By the end, there were tears running down your face, and your hands were shaking.
You looked at Peyton to see her looking past you at the door, a look of shock on her face. Against your anxiety, you turned around, and sure enough, there was Billie. She was staring at you, eyes wide and mouth hung open. She heard you, and she knew you her talking about her. You could feel it.
"Should I, um, should I go back inside and let the two of you talk?" Peyton asked.
"If you dont mind," Billie said, moving forward, her eyes not leaving you. Her gaze was soft, yet piercing at the same time.
Peyton hurried inside, making sure to close the sliding glass door behind her, shutting the blinds on it for good measure to give the two of you privacy.
"Billie, I can explain," you said, though you didn't really know how to. You had no words, not that you could form at least.
"Were you talking about me?" she asked - no, demanded. She was too in shock about what she had just heard to be properly polite.
"I'm sorry, Billie, I, I never meant for you to hear it like that, you deserve better than that, I'm so sorry," you choked out, holding back tears. You stood up to leave, thinking that's what she wanted from you. Before you could go, however, Billie grabbed your arm, not hard, but firm, and tugged you towards her. She wrapped her arms around you, burying her face in your hair.
"Were you talking about me?" she repeated. You nodded, not trusting your voice. Billie pulled back, grabbing your fa e between her hands. A joyous grin was spread across her face, tears welling in her eyes.
"You love me? You're in love with me?" she beamed. Shocked, you simply nodded your head again. She pulled you back, gripping your head and pressing her face into your neck. "I love you too," she whispered.
"You do?" you asked, awestruck. She lifted her head, but made sure to keep your bodies close.
"God, with all my heart! I've loved you for so long," she replied. You looked into her eyes, and saw nothing but absolute truth, love, and adoration.
A smile broke out across your face, matching hers, and you leaned your head to rest your forehead against hers.
"Can I kiss you?" she asked softly, running her thumb over your cheek, catching a stray tear. You nodded again, trying to save time this time.
Quickly but softly, she connected her lips to yours, a smile still playing at both of your lips. So caught up in the bliss of your dreams coming true, you barely heard Peyton on the other side of the window cheering, knowing she wouldn't have to try and play matchmaker for her two oblivious best friends anymore, after two years, six months, and eight days.
#txt#billie kay#billie kay x reader#wwe#wwe imagine#the iiconics#writing#my writing#fluff#long post#ive never been one for angst but i did try to dip my toes in#also its 2am pls dont judge too hard if its not great hskbzidhdo
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Hello! Welcome to the writing community! I'd like to request a fic (or hc/scenarios, w/e ur comfy w/ 😃) of a "Baby Driver" (skilled, stoic, like the movie 😃) accompanying La Squadra with a heist? Like they were hired to kill a dangerous, really powerful target and they would have people chasing them around so they needed a getaway driver who found themselves entangled in Passione instead of getting killed to settle their debt 😃 hope this wasnt too weird and specific. Thanks!!!
Okay, let me just say this was so much fun to write, especially watching scenes from the movie to learn what it was about. Here we are:
Taxi Service: La Squadra x Reader (1.5k words)
You had figured your life was over the moment you discovered that the people you thought you trusted, thought you loved were actually in cohorts with Passione. Times had been tough for you recently. The union was letting people off, and you got caught in the crossfire. You asked your closest friends, family, even, for money here or there, just to support yourself, selfishly expecting their unconditional love and trusting that you wouldn’t need to pay them all back. Your life had countless loose ends, but you trusted that you’d never become entangled.
How wrong you were.
When Risotto Nero found your file on his desk under the “debt not paid” category, he sent the job off to Melone without thinking too far into it. Melone sent off towards your rundown apartment, ready to hand you your inevitable demise. It wasn’t until Risotto received a call from Melone only a few hours later asking for backup that you first sparked the capo’s interest.
“What do you mean she got away?”
“She chased out Baby Face in her car and I lost track of her on my motorcycle! Get Ghiaccio here he’s faster!”
When Ghiaccio instigated the second attempt on your life, you knew the months of begging others had finally caught up to you, so you chased off their efforts once again, your sharp turns avoiding the icy assassin. When Ghiaccio returned to the base, kicking the door off the hinges in unprecedented rage, Rissoto knew he had to meet you. Someone who could outrun his men not once, but twice? That’s someone he wanted.
“This is insane! What? Do you not trust us?!”
You sat next to Rissoto Nero, filled with sudden new confidence that the obviously powerful man saw something in you that he wanted to cultivate. You leaned back in your chair, smirking at the frustrated assassins before you.
“What’s so bad about having a driver?” You ask. One of them, an impeccably dressed blond sneered at you.
“Risotto, it’s just another person to add to the payroll! You’d be ruining the distribution of pay for all of the missions! Besides, we don’t need a getaway driver. We could sneak using the Mirror World, we could sneak out shrinking ourselves with Little Feet. We could get away with White Album. Hell, we could even sneak out using the Grateful Dead to disguise yourselves.”
Now it was your turn to sneer. You had passed the test like the rest of the angry people standing in that room, you had proven yourself like any other. Staring Proscuitto squarely in the face, you open your mouth:
“I outdrove both White Album and whatever freaky stand Zoro had over there…” You point to Melone.
“And when your capo first invited me to join your little group to pay off my debt instead of dying, I went straight to the files and looked into all of you. Little Feet’s takes a few minutes to fully shrink someone and you won’t have that kind of time. We already I’m faster than White Album. Sneak into the Mirror World all you want but won’t get you nearly as far away from the crime scene as a getaway car can. And with the ridiculous outfits, you’re all wearing, aging yourself is meaningless when you’re still wearing the same freaky clothes. Now either take my word for it that you need me, or I’ll have to prove it to you my self. Don’t think of me like some little taxi service that’s only meant to steal your paycheck. I’m not a replacement, think of me as a supplement to your stands to help you stay out of jail.”
You couldn’t tell, but Risotto was right behind you smirking to the floor, knowing he had made the right decision. With a heavy sigh, Prosciutto took a step back, admitting at least partial defeat. You smiled. Heavy silence remained in the room until the capo spoke.
“Good. Now that that’s in order. Formaggio. Proscuitto. Your next target is a corrupt banker that’s been using people’s deposits for his own personal purchases and then not paying them back. He’s supposedly going to be eating dinner at one of the casinos around town. Once you kill him, someone is bound to call the police to chase you down. Hop in the car with (y/n) and make the getaway.”
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You watched them get out of the vehicle, Prosciutto giving you one last glance of ‘don’t fuck it up’ before heading inside the casino. You stared forward through the windshield, your fingers drumming on the steering wheel as music blasted through your earbuds. Ten minutes had passed, the two killers confirming that the hit would only take fifteen. You start preparing yourself, changing the gear shift, confirming the mirrors, the gas, etc. You watch the window inside the casino lobby, a woman’s violent scream demanding your attention until you see your two boys walk away. Your focus is glued on the windshield, palms clammy but ready. The two men make their way inside, Formaggio quickly starting to wipe the blood off his fancy shoes, while Proscuitto lights himself a cigarette. He eyes you not paying him any mind while the music blares into your ears, your foot revving up the gas pedal. A police siren creeps into the background noise. With a look behind him, Prosciutto gives you the signal before the car bolts ahead, the two veteran gangsters shocked back into their seats. It was a standard chase. One or two police cars versus the three of you.
You allowed the police to follow your trail for a few blocks, Prosciutto badgering you that they were gaining. You kept looking off to the side for a sharp corner, ready to make your move. When the first chance arrives, you took it, swerving the car around without reservation, causing your passengers to yelp from the movement. The police were still on your ass as you zoomed through the streets of Naples. Thinking quickly, you make a sharp turn onto the highway, pushing the gas pedal to its limit as you drive over the lane barrier, whipping the car around to head in the opposite direction as the police. Formaggio watched the police cars shrink off in the distance and chuckled.
“Got em…” You shook your head.
“We’re not done yet. They’ve got buddies meeting us at the bridge for sure.” The two men looked at you with worry, stunned at your maintained calm in this situation. You squeeze between two cars of the same model as yours, distracting any backup from the air that the police may have supplied to catch you. You stay in the middle of the three cars till one of them heads into an exit, throwing off your chasers in the air. You make it onto the bridge to find a barricade of police cars waiting for you, not to mention the ones that have now found a way to chase you from behind. You squint your eyes looked at the lane barrier of the bridge before an idea captures you. There was a small gap in the barrier caused by damage that was a bit of way ahead of you.
“Formaggio scratch Proscuitto and I with Little Feet, as well as the car.”
“Wait but-”
“Formaggio I swear to god scratch the fucking car!”
You ordered, not wanting to repeat yourself and yelling it to him. You were being sandwiched between the two police forces, seemingly nowhere to go on the bridge. Formaggio did as he was told and scratched you all, the car and people inside slowly but surely beginning to shrink. You turned towards the wall, ready to seemingly crash into it. Prosciutto held onto his seat, knuckled white from his neves. But you had timed it just right, the tiny car squeezing in between the crack in the barrier while also not giving the police cars enough time to hit the brakes, causing the two platoons to crash into each other head-on in a brutal mortal accident. Your small car slowed down along the side of the other lane, you calmly breathing a sigh of relief.
You pull into a garage far away from town, stopping next to another car that had been set up by Risotto for your escape. You instruct Prosciutto to age you all, and with a quick growth spurt back to size, you change clothes and head into the other car, driving safely back to the hideout.
“Woo Baby! What a ride! I haven’t felt that excited by a job in months!” You blushed, finally glad your efforts were being recognized. But you needed to be witty back.
“Glad you enjoyed it. But don’t call my baby big boy. I’m more a man that you are.”
“I don’t know, Baby seems like a good nickname…” He glanced over to the others in the dining room, them all nodding in agreement.
Formaggio hand ruffled your hair with a chuckle, softly saying how he shouldn’t have doubted you. You watched the two men join the other members at the table for a beer, and you couldn’t help but smirk a little. At first, you were unsure about your powerful capo taking a chance on a taxi driver in debt.
Prosciutto eyed you standing by yourself in the doorway and smirked.
“Come on Baby. Join us for a beer.”
But you know now, without a shadow of a doubt, that you’ve come to the right place.
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Having a bad body day so here's an angsy vent fic. Heed the warnings.
Itch
Summary: Patton is having a hard time with their body. Janus helps.
Warnings: body dysmorphia, disassociation, implied self harm tendencies. Please do not read if this makes you uncomfortable or if you find it triggering.
Ships: Patton x Janus, Mociet
WC: 1,135
It started before they even woke up.
Patton's chest felt gross. The entirety of their skin did to be honest. It was hot, so they were sweaty under the blankets, grimacing as they peeled their back from the sheet sitting up. Squeezing their eyes shut and taking a few deep breaths they decided it was time for a shower.
Today was going to be very long.
After avoiding the mirror for the entire time spent in the bathroom they dressed in their work uniform. It was too hot for a binder and they knew they'd be moving around a lot so constriction was a no go. Unfortunately their shirt was fairly form fitting but there wasnt really much to be done about it. It was only eight hours. Sighing, Patton threw on the shirt and khakis before going down to the kitchen to start up the coffee for themselves and Janus. The thought of food made their stomach twist painfully so a few more snacks were shoved in their lunchbox in case they got their appetite back later in the day.
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The day was in fact, very long. They did not in fact, gain their appetite back. At the end of the day they felt more like throwing up than risking sating a nonexistent hunger.
Walking down the sidewalk, every car that passed was another whisper that made them sure they were being stared at. Their hips felt too wide, making them consciously straighten their gait so as not to sway them so much. They had their jacket around their waist just in case but it was too hot and they got sick last time they wore it for too long so they settled for crossing their arms over their burning chest that felt too tight. Every customers eyes burnt holes in their skin making them itch frantically when no one was looking. Liquid fire ran through their veins as anxiety pooled in their stomach. Every minute felt like an hour and they couldn't wait to get home.
They entered a silent house, Janus not due home for another couple of hours and they sighed unhappily. All Patton really wanted was a cuddle and to sleep but it would be a while before that could happen. Their skin still itched uncomfortably and everything hurt in the worst way. Their head buzzed as they made their way to the kitchen, feet barely seeming to touch the floor as they moved making them wonder idly if they were floating. The hand still itching their arm felt numb, detached. It buzzed along with the beat in their head and suddenly they couldn't scratch because it wasn't their own hand anymore.
Their panic was quickly dispersed with a shrug as they resolved to cut up some vegetables for a salad, grabbing out the cutting board and washing cucumbers. Grabbing the knife gave them pause, skin still burning and buzzing and wrong wrong wrong
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Janus stepped through the door and threw his bag down with a sigh. He was very glad the day was over; if he never had to count out another stack of twenties again he'd be eternally grateful.
The kitchen light was on which made him smile. He could imagine Patton bustling around the kitchen, smiling and swaying to whatever was playing on the radio as they exchanged stories about their day, often ranting or smiling exapseratingly over shared customer experiences.
As he walked to the kitchen however he didn't hear music at all, didn't smell anything cooking which in itself wasn't a big deal, they could be having something that didn't require cooking but that didn't explain the lack of movement in the room.
Fully entering the kitchen revealed Patton, standing stock still with their eyes glued to the knife in their hand, their other on a cucumber they were evidently going to cut but now sat forgotten.
"Sweetheart?" Gently stepping over he leaned forward slightly to look at their face, startling to find it covered in tears with no reaction from the other. "Patton?"
Slowly he reached forward and laid a careful hand on the blade, sliding it out of the hand and setting it aside. Patton blinked and turned a dazed gaze to him, confusion marring their features.
"You're home early?"
Janjs shook his head. "Late actually. It's six o'clock love. Are you alright?"
Furrowing their brow Patton shook their head. "I was just standing here?"
"You were." Janus confirmed, worry carefully swept away from his voice in favor of trying to keep the calm atmosphere.
"My skin feels wrong." Patton mumbled quietly.
"You're skin...oh. Oh Patton, come here."
Carefully taking both of their hands he gently massaged the knuckles, squeezing every now and again as he exaggerated his breathing. Nodding to himself he pulled gently and stepped back, leading them through the house to the bedroom and sitting them on the bed.
"I'm getting a cloth okay? I'll be right back." Recieving a low hum in response he turns and entered the bathroom, running the tap ice cold. Returning with the soft damp cloth he gently began to rub Pattons cheeks, smiling as they leaned into it. Taking one of their hands again he resumed rubbing their knuckles.
"Shut your eyes love."
Pattons eyes immediately shut and he sighed into the ministrations, which Janus hoped meant they were coming back to themselves. Cold was grounding for both of them and he was happy it seemed to be working.
With the cloth beginning to warm Janus pulled it away slowly. Peering into their opening eyes he smiled softly.
"Feeling better?"
Pattons eyes filled with tears again as they made sudden grabby hands for him. Janus pulled them slowly into a hug, making sure that they could move away at any point if they felt like it was too much. Instead they melted, a wet spot spreading on the shoulder they had buried their face in as Janus rocked them slightly, crooning gently in their ear.
"How does getting you into some nice baggy clothes sound? And then we'll order your favorite pizza and sit in front of the air conditioner and have a movie night. What do you think?"
Patton only nodded, a small sob escaping their mouth as they clung tighter to their boyfriend. Janus smiled slightly before ducking down and catching the backs of their knees with his forearm, literally sweeping them off their feet and against their chest. Patton giggled brokedly and leaned up to kiss his cheek, making his grin even wider.
"Dork." They whispered.
"Only with you."
Later, curled up beside him with their arms wrapped around his middle Janus smiled again while watching the gentle rise and fall of their shoulders as they slept. He could only hope that tomorrow would be a better day for them.
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