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Hey uhm first of all I just wanna say, your fics are really good!😭❤ secondly, I appreciate the amount of effort you put in to your fics so thank you so much!

How about having an argument with Zoro, Sanji, Ace and Law and f!s/o accidentally says "i hate you", what would their reaction be like?

Angst but fluff and comfort ending if u may omg agsjsvs

N e wayz, have an amazing day bub!❤🥺

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Hello softiebadbitch :) ! love this name.

I wasn't really sure how to add 4 readers into one story but I think I found a good solution. It's clear to me that you wanted to have 4 separate stories but this would have been too long for one post and you can't use one request for several posts.. sadly. Hope this fixed it - I made one general story and continued with 4 different endings. All of them are in the reader version but the 'extra girlfriends' have their specific names to not make it too complicated.

Kind of like this way of writing.. wouldn't mind more requests like this :) ! Thanks for letting me explore this new style even though it probably wasn't intended.

And thank you so much for the kind words. I really appreciate it <3 especially because I don't know if anything I write is good enough for Tumblr or literally any request. Thank you, thank you, thank you <3 !

- Ace x reader - ZoroxRey, SanjixAna, LawxValeria (if one of these names is yours.. you're welcome) - 2,774 words (but it's a 4 in 1 story) - lovey-dovey, little pain in our chest, signs of smut, still SFW, cute moments

Spending some girl-time with your closest best friends was a really rare occasion after spending years on many pirate ships. Especially bonding with female human beings was hard. But since you were dating Ace, you finally got the chance after meeting his friends. Some of them were already in a relationship with their current partners and the rest just started dating. After a successful shopping day, you spend the rest of the evening in the fanciest diner on this island and booked a whole room just for you and your better halves. The men were probably still training or doing something unimportant, but none of you cared. "Can you believe the guy from the bakery? He dared to follow us around just to carry our bags..?", Rey laughed and finished her second glass of wine. "Just please don't tell Sanji about it. He is already heartbroken because I went shopping without him.", Ana pouted and sighed a bit sad. You rolled your eyes, "Stop whining. This is the first time after eight months that we could hang out together. And we didn't have to worry about carrying something." "Plus, the guy seemed to be really into you, Ana.", Rey smirked and gave her a flirty wink. "Stop saying that! Sanji could come here any minute! You know how jealous he can get!", Ana warned Rey and glared at her. This was the worst timing ever. "Jealous? Why?! Did anyone touch you?!", Sanji's eyes were already in flames and he almost teleported himself to his girlfriend after hearing these words. The men decided to join you all on the right - or maybe wrong? - time and chose to mock the conversation. "Probably some weird girly things, we don't wanna know about.", Ace grinned and sat down right in front of you. The men sat down on the other side of the table and didn't even choose to greet them with a hug or a kiss, except for Sanji, who could barely let his fingers of Ana. You raised an eyebrow at Ace's comment, "What?" "Just kidding! You had probably something important to talk about.. like which nail color you're supposed to get next week.", Ace added and high-fived Zoro. "Or what hairstyle you should make to match your earrings!", Zoro couldn't stop laughing at his own comment. Ace turned to Law for another high five but he just glared at the topless pirate. "What? You're leaving me hanging like this?!" "Don't drag me into this.", Law turned away from him and faced Valeria, who seemed pleased by his answer. The others were not though. You were still confused by Ace's behavior but slowly understood that he tried to be as manly as possible in front of the others. Sanji sat down on his place after failing to convince Ana to have her sit on his lap. "What do you mean? An hour ago you were talking about how Valeria tried to draw her eyeliner but ended up looking like a panda!", Ace laughed and high-fived Zoro again, who seemed to feel a bit unsure about Ace's comment now. Rey looked down at her drink, already realizing how quickly the mood changed since they started making fun of all of you. Valeria was shocked. She didn't know how to respond and just shook her head, ignoring Law's desperate look on his face. "That's enough, Ace.", you talked silently and poured yourself some wine, not caring about the waiter offering to do it for you. "What.. I-", Ace froze after seeing your face. It pained him to see you being disappointed and he didn't know how that happened. "I am sorry if I have offended anyone.. we were just talking.. ", he cleared his throat and began to feel uncomfortable. He didn't see that coming. "Then maybe you should stop it", you were still not able to look up. "Stop what? Talking?" "Yes.", your eyes flashed up to him now. He didn't expect to see the anger in them. Ace has never seen that glare directed at him. It felt way too painful. "Okay, everyone. Let's calm down now and enjoy this dinner.", Sanji tried to cool down the situation and looked at the food, which didn't look good enough for his girlfriend. "Gonna be hard when you're here.", Zoro commented under his breath and was already eating his meal. "Huh?!", Sanji clenched

his teeth and tensed all his muscles to not smack Zoro for that comment. "Can you just calm down, you two?!", Ana took a deep and annoyed breath, trying to stay calm in this uncomfortable scenario. Ace couldn't stop but to look at you, ignoring him now. "Valeria-" "Don't.", she stopped Law from whatever he was trying to say. Everyone was quiet. Nobody was eating. "..anyone want some extra bread?", the waiter whispered and stood behind you, holding up a basket with fresh bread.

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Ace x reader When you arrived in the room of your hotel, you still didn't dare to say a word. You were still furious about his behavior, especially because this wasn't the first time he dared to say something like that. "(Y/N), I am-" "I don't want to hear it." "Please, just let me-" "I said, that I don't want to hear it.", you hit your jacket onto the bed and let go of it a few seconds after. Taking a deep breath, Ace pressed his lips together and didn't know what to say or do. You two never had a fight like this and he feared to say something wrong, which would make you leave him. "I don't want us to go to bed angry.", he whispered sadly and stepped closer to you. You just froze and closed your eyes, trying to remain calm. "You always do this.. every time you make fun of something I do. I stopped talking about my hobbies and literally anything that makes me happy and you caught a glimpse of us having fun, and immediately you chose to mock it..." Ace frowned at that and thought back to all the times he tried to have fun with you. He never understood any of your hobbies or what girls liked, which is why he tried to spend some time with you by making jokes but it never occurred to him that it was actually hurting you. "Why did you never tell me that? I didn't know that it hurt you.." "Because I shouldn't need to tell you! I hate when you try to make fun of me or other people like that! You literally took the joy of me doing my hair, trying to learn how to skateboard or even baking muffins! I hate this, I hate the fights and I hate yo-" Both of you froze right on your spots. "Oh my God..", tears were rolling down your eyes and your knees weren't able to support you any longer. You immediately went down to your knees and hid your face in your hands. "I didn't want to say this.. it slipped.. I don't hate you, Ace!" Your heart was aching at what you were about to say. Ace didn't feel any better. He sat down right next to you and watched you wiping your tears away. "I have caused this... I am sorry, (Y/N).. This will never happen again, I promise. I just wanted to be a part of something in your life.", he took a deep breath and pulled you onto his lap. "I will find another way. Just please.. don't hate me." You shook your head and hugged him tight back, hiding your face in his neck and never ever letting him go. --- Zoro x Rey Zoro came out of the shower, just a towel around his hips and water still dripping down his naked chest. This was usually a sight, which made you jump right onto him but not this time. The pirate hunter had hoped for you to fall for it because he was really bad at apologizing but he knew you had a stronger will than him. He would have fallen for it. You were already in bed, cuddled into your pillow and ignoring him professionally. "Rey.. I can feel that you're not sleeping.", Zoro approached the bed and sighed when you didn't respond. "..are you mad at me?", he whispered now carefully. You raised an eyebrow at this provocative question and pressed your lips together, trying not to give back a stupid answer. But your mouth responded faster than your brain. "No, I am super happy about today's events. We can repeat that tomorrow again, if you feel like making fun of women-things.", you added in a sarcastic tone. "So.. that's a yes?" You turned around, the pillow tight in your grip and pulled the pillow with a loud thud onto his face. When you took the pillow away, you narrowed your eyes at his provocative smirk. "Definitely, yes." "Shut up.", you sighed and were about to turn around again but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to the other side of the bed until you were facing him. "Stop running away from your problems all the time, lady." "I really hate when you are doing this!", you tried to free your arm from his grip. "What?" "Using your strength to make me do whatever you want to!" "This is literally the reason, why you started dating me. Because I am not a weakling, who gets dragged by everyone like your stupid exes. But if you really hate it, then that means you must hate me

too, right?", he leaned forward, making sure not to miss any sort of reaction in your eyes. You looked at him surprised and didn't know what to say. After a few seconds, you shook your head and sighed a bit. "I couldn't hate you for being you. I hate the fact that you're making fun of girl-things all the time." "Alright, I'll stop then.", Zoro promised and let go of your hand. He turned around and went to the pile of washed clothes on the couch to pick out something to sleep in. Right.. I forgot how easy it can be in a relationship. You talk, promise and go on. Not believing what he just did, your brain had a thousand thoughts about what would happen during this night but it did not involve any sort of clothes. You stood up, went to him, and pulled away his towel. Zoro turned around, surprised by your decision, "Oj.. bad girl." --- Sanji x Ana After this emotional and very unusual dinner, you decided to have some tea. Sanji was still in your bedroom preparing a bath for you even though you've told him that you weren't in the mood for it. You hid in the kitchen and cooked some water, while preparing the rest. While you were looking for the honey, which he was hiding from Luffy, Sanji entered the kitchen. "Oj, what are you doing?", he approached you and immediately figured that you were making some tea. "Just something to warm myself up with a sweet taste.", you smiled a bit exhausted and felt Sanji's arms around you in an instant. "I am sorry for today.. I know that I promised you to not get triggered because of that marimo but his bare existence is to annoy me.", Sanji tried to brighten the mood and gave you a soft kiss on your head. "No, it's okay.. I am already used to it. I just wanted to have a chill day with the girls and this fight kind of ruined everything again.", you shrugged and leaned softly onto him, enjoying his muscular arms supporting you. "Oh.. so you don't hate me, right?" You laughed softly. The relationship had only just begun and Sanji had to question every move of yours. "I could never...", you looked up to him and kissed his warm lips softly, forgetting about everything that had happened in the last hour. --- Law x Valeria Law used his room ability to create a bubble surrounding the two of you. He carefully stepped closer and put his arm around your waist only to see you turn your head away from him. He tensed his jaw, trying to hide the sudden strike of pain in his chest and just decided to ignore it for now. "Shambles." You found yourself in your and Law's bedroom. After a few seconds, you just freed yourself from his arm and went straight into the bathroom, locking yourself in. Law just stood there, not knowing what to do or say. He had definitely hurt your feelings but he didn't know how to apologize for it. "Val..", he closed the distance slowly to the door and tried to listen to whatever you were doing inside. It sounded like you were throwing something away and sniffling quietly. Fuck.. "Valeria.. what are you doing?" "Cleaning.", your response was sharp. Law knew that he was a genius, who could solve the hardest puzzle on this planet or even have a detailed discussion with Robin, but even Luffy or Kid would have been able to figure out what you were doing right now. "Stop throwing away your things. I like it when you put on your make-up." "Are you sure about that? Or are you going to call me a dog or a salamander the next time you talk to others?!", you wiped away your tears and threw away the rest of the make-up, which you bought today. "Stop overreacting. I was just talking about your eyeliner the other day and you hated it too. Take out the make-up again and forget about it.", he sighed and knew that this wasn't something he should say but he also knew that it would trigger you enough to get out of the bathroom. "You know what-!", you opened the door harshly and stepped out, pointing your index finger at him. Law had a hard time hiding his cheeky smile because he already knew you well enough. "I hate what you're doing! Always talking about me behind my back! I hate

you for it!", you crossed your arms at your chest and took a deep breath, trying to control the last brain cells, which are still able to hold you back from kissing his cheeky smirk. The pirate captain raised an eyebrow at that and needed a second to choose his next words wisely. "Did you just tell me that you hate me?" "I said that I hate you for it! Not that I hate you!" "This is literally the same..", Law tilted his head a bit and couldn't quite accept that. "I hate it when you talk about me behind my back before talking to me personally. You were the first one to say 'I love you' but not directly to me.. no! You said it to Bepo first and he told me. Then you said that you preferred my soft cookies more than the brownies but again: you didn't tell me! You told Sanji! And to the newest 'Law is a wimp and can't tell his girlfriend anything personally', you told the boys that I looked like a damn panda!" "But a cute one..", Law smirked now and stepped closer, putting his hand on your cheek softly. You were just about to smack it away but Law was faster. He pushed you against a wall within a second and pressed his body against yours. His hand rested on your neck and he pressed his thumb against your chin, forcing you to look up at him. "Say it again, Valeria..", he purred your name in his dangerously sexy voice. "Say that you hate me." You frowned at his reaction and didn't really understand how this turned him on. "No, you weirdo." "Say it.", he commanded now and leaned closer to you, your lips barely touching. "Make me.", your last brain cells just said their goodbyes. A harsh sound of him pulling out his belt appeared beside you and you couldn't look away. His eyes were focused on yours as if he'd die if he'd miss anything for a second. "Don't tell Bepo.. but you're my favorite panda." "You fucking... I really hate you now.", you spoke through your teeth and tried to push him away. The most heartwarming laugh escaped Law's lips and he immediately locked his lips with yours, not giving you a chance to respond to him laughing. Law pulled your arms behind your back and tied them with his belt. "That's my girl.", he whispered in between your kiss and didn't let go of you for the rest of the night.

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ryqoshay · 3 years

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Happy Life: Fallen Angel vs. Little Demon

Primary Pairing: YohaRiko Words: ~3.4k Rating: G AU: Angelic? Time Frame: Between Riko’s 2nd and 3rd year and Yohane’s 1st and 2nd year of high school Story Arc: Stand Alone

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Author’s Note: Inspired by a somewhat recent SIFAS Daily Theater translation. I will link to said translation in the follow up post.

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A knock sounded at the door.

Riko quickly shoved the doujin she had been reading under her pillow. “Yes?” She responded, grabbing some sheet music from nearby on her bed.

“Riko, dear.” Mrs. Sakurauchi said, as she opened the door. “Your friend, Yohane-chan, was it?”

“Yoshiko-chan?”

“I believe she left this.”

Riko recognized the device in her mother’s hand as Yoshiko’s phone and sighed. “Yes, that’s hers.”

“I tried calling her mother already, but it seems she was called in to work and is unable to get ahold of her daughter to tell her.”

“I see…”

“So, I was hoping you could bring it to her?”

“Me?”

“I’m not sure how else to get it to her, or even tell her that it’s here.”

Riko sighed. Perhaps some of the fallen angel’s luck rubbed off on her. It was probably bound to happen at some point or another, what with the two of them spending more time together as of late.

“Alright.” Riko agreed, sliding off her bed.

As she made her way down the stairs to the front entryway, Riko considered the events leading up to her needing to deliver the forgotten item. Yesterday, she had noticed Yoshiko a bit out of sorts, even for the purported fallen angel. In an effort to cheer up her friend, Riko had offered to have her come over to visit Prelude. Thankfully, the tactic had worked well. Yoshiko had perked up immediately and had been quite enthusiastic in her time with the young dog.

The three went for a walk before returning to Riko’s home for a warm meal prepared by her mother. From there, the two girls watched a movie together, while Prelude spent the entire show curled up in Yoshiko’s lap.

At some point, Riko had noticed the time and wondered aloud if Yoshiko would be able to make the last bus back to Numazu. Yoshiko was confused by the question and had to check the schedule. Riko had wondered if the younger girl had bothered to check the schedule earlier. To Yoshiko’s dismay, she had already missed her bus. Thus, Riko had ended up offering to let her stay for the night and pulled out the guest futon.

After another movie, the two turned in for the night. Riko had noted, with a bit of jealousy, that Prelude chose to sleep on Yoshiko’s futon instead of Riko’s bed or her own dog bed. In the morning they went for another walk and enjoyed a quick breakfast before Yoshiko headed back home. Unfortunately, without her phone, it would seem.

At least it was early enough in the day that Riko wouldn’t have the same problem returning home as Yoshiko did yesterday, she thought as she took a seat in the bus.

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“Ah, Riko-chan.” A voice called from behind her.

Riko startled and spun. “Oh, uhm… M-Mrs. Tsushima.” She said upon recognizing the blue-haired woman. “I thought… My mother said you were at work?”

Yoshiko’s mother paused for a moment. “Oh dear, I believe there must have been a miscommunication. I said I was on my way home from work. It was just a minor emergency that I was able to address quickly before returning.”

“Oh, well… I came to bring Yoshiko-chan’s phone.”

“Yes, I figured as such. That was very kind of you. My daughter should be grateful to have such good friends. Elsewise she would have had to retrieve her lost belongings on her own.”

“She’s helped me in many ways as well.” Riko said, remembering the events leading to her getting past her fear of dogs.

Mrs. Tsushima smiled. “Well as thanks for today, why don’t I make something for lunch, if you don’t mind eating a little early, or later, if you intend to stay for a little while.”

“I can stay for a little while.” Riko said. “I don’t have any other plans until later this afternoon.”

Mrs. Tsushima nodded and let them into the complex. Inside, they took the elevator up several floors and walked down the hall to the Tsushima apartment.

“My daughter is likes to stream when she is home on the weekend.” Mrs. Tsushima explained as they removed their shoes in the entry. “So she’s probably in her room.”

“Thank you.” Riko nodded and headed toward her friend’s room. Streaming? She thought to herself. Perhaps she shouldn’t stay until lunch. She was about to interrupt Yoshiko’s session and wanted to keep the interference to a minimum if possible.

Upon arriving, she knocked on the door. No response. She knocked again.

“Yeah, Mama, c’mon in.” a voice called from within.

“Uhm, actually, it’s…” Riko started as she opened the door.

“Wha?!” Yoshiko startled from her seat at her desk. “Riri?!” She dropped the controller she had been holding. In her attempts to catch it, she fumbled, causing it ricochet off the edge of the desk and hit her in the face as she leaned forward. “Kyaa!” She cried, recoiling in such a way that her chair spun, and she slid off onto the floor. “Ughn….” She groaned.

“Yoshiko-chan!” Riko rushed forward and knelt beside the younger girl. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m…” Yoshiko pushed herself up enough to see her screen and sighed. “I lost…”

“Lost?”

“My match.” Yoshiko accepted Riko’s hand and pulled herself up to her feet.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Yoshiko shook her head before smiling strangely. “Though perhaps as punishment, Yohane should have Riri play a match.”

“Eh? Me?”

“Kidding.” Yoshiko chuckled. “Unless…”

As Yoshiko straightened her skirt and halo, Riko turned to the screen. Sure enough, the words “You Lose” were displayed in English overlaying a camera slowly orbiting what Riko assumed to be the two competitors in the match. The one on the ground was surely Yoshiko’s character and the one posing was whoever had won.

There was also a flood of text scrolling up the side of the screen.

“Eh?” Riko blinked as she recognized her name among the scrolling text. Or rather, Yoshiko’s nickname for her, accompanied by a myriad of emojis and other icons she didn’t readily recognize.

“Hey!” Yoshiko suddenly said, leaning forward toward the camera. “What have I told you all about Riri? Only Yohane is allowed to use that name bestowed upon one of her favored little demons.”

For some reason, Riko wasn’t surprised when the text sped up and the frequency of her nickname being typed increased.

Yoshiko growled something Riko didn’t understand but retrieved her controller and took her seat again. “Sorry, Riri, the horde sometimes doesn’t listen to their mistress when they get too excited.”

“And they’re excited… to see me?”

“Of course!” Yoshiko grinned. “Who wouldn’t be excited to see someone as wonderful as Riri?”

Riko felt heat rise in her cheeks. “A-and they know about me and that… nickname?”

“Well yeah, Yohane takes great pleasure in telling her little demons about those she favors most, such that some may ascribe to ascend to such greatness as well someday.”

Riko couldn’t help wondering what sort of details about her friends Yoshiko might share with her followers. Hopefully nothing too private. Still, despite the embarrassment, she couldn’t deny that it did make her feel good that Yoshiko held her in such high regard.

“A-anyway, you forgot this at my place this morning, Yoshiko-chan.” Riko held out the phone.

“Wahhh!? I didn’t even realize!” Yoshiko grabbed the device. “Thank you, Riri! Thank you!” She paused for a moment, apparently realizing she had once again dropped her persona. She cleared her throat. “And as a token of gratitude, Yohane shall rescind the punishment.”

“I thought you were just kidding about that.”

“Well… the horde seemed to think it was a good idea.” Yoshiko admitted, jutting a chin toward the screen. “But Yohane doesn’t want to force one of her favored little demons to do something she doesn’t want to do.”

“I never said I didn’t want to.” Riko pointed out. “I was just a little surprised by the offer. And, I’ve never played a game like that before, so I’m not sure how good I would be.”

“It’s not a matter of how good you are.” Yoshiko said, pulling open a drawer from her desk where she retrieved a second controller. “It’s about having fun.” She handed the device to Riko.

“Oh, uhm… alright.” Riko accepted the controller.

“Go ahead and grab that chair.” Yoshiko motioned in the general direction. “I’ll get things set up for a local game.”

Riko nodded, slid the chair next to the other girl and sat down.

“Alright, quick rundown of the controls.” Yoshiko indicated each button, named it function and added a small tutorial about combo moves.

Riko swallowed down her nervousness, telling herself it was little different than being on stage in front of an audience. Except the audience was watching through a camera. So maybe it was more like a PV? Except it was live. So… somewhere in between?

“Yohane shall go easy on Riri for the first couple matches.” Yoshiko said as she selected a character, an angelic girl with one black and one white wing. “Oh, the next guy over is a good beginner character.” Yoshiko pointed toward Riko’s selection.

“Alright.” Riko made her choice of a muscular man with classic anime-esque spiked hair and a very strange sword.

“Ku ku ku.” Yohane chortled. “Fallen Angel Yohane verses Little Demon Riri! Heaven or Hell! Dual 1!” She intoned, mimicking the game’s announcer surprisingly well. “Let’s Rock!”

Riko fumbled through her first combo and was disappointed when Yohane blocked the first blow and followed up with a counter. Yoshiko giggled and tripped Riko before backing off.

“This is Riri’s first match, so of course Yohane is going easy.” Yoshiko said. “I thought I already made that clear.”

Riko assumed she was responding to something she saw in the endlessly scrolling chat but wondered how the other girl was able to read it while concentrating on the game.

Riko made another attempt to attack and got a little excited when the first two hits managed to connect. But, no surprise, Yoshiko turned things around quickly and delivered a devastating combo that wiped out more than half of Riko’s health bar. Riko grunted and attacked again, only to be countered yet again.

“Slash!” the game and Yoshiko said in unison.

“But…” Riko started to protest.

“Yohane said she would go easy.” Yoshiko explained as though reading Riko’s mind. “But she didn’t say she would just let Riri win. And besides, that was just Round 1. Oh, here we go…”

Round 2 proceeded in a similar manner to Round 1 and it wasn’t long until the overall match was won by Yoshiko.

“So, do you wanna keep using that guy or try someone else?” Yoshko inquired as the character selection screen came back up. “Oh, you can also choose alternate costumes by using different buttons.”

“I see.” Riko took note. “I think I will use him a little while longer, until I learn more.”

“Alright.” Yoshiko nodded. “Well, I’m going to change things up and use her.” She moved her selection box to a short girl wielding a ship’s anchor as big as her. “She’s one of the hoard’s favorites.”

The second match, not surprisingly, went about the same as the first. However, Riko did find herself highly amused by the colorful sea animals that appeared during the special moves Yoshiko used. She could see why the audience liked that character.

Then it happened.

Riko’s eyes widened as a huge pink whale, breached across the screen to crash down over her character, along with a tidal wave of water. The remainder of Riko’s health bar was destroyed and the match was over.

Hearts, whales and other emojis flooded the chat and Yoshiko giggled.

“Heh, managed to actually pull it off again.” Yoshiko said with a toothy smile, seeming to forget her fallen angel persona again.

“What was that?” Riko asked.

“One of her super moves.” Yoshiko explained.

“It was very… cute.”

“I know, right?”

“Even if I did take a lot of damage from it.”

“Well, again, it is one of her super moves.”

“Can I try her next?”

“Of course!” Yoshiko excitedly turned her controller toward Riko. “It’s not the most complex combo, but I sometimes struggle to get the timing right when in active play.” She demonstrated the button sequence.

Riko nodded, selected the anchor-wielding girl and the next match began.

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“Oh, is that the time?” Riko asked, happening to notice Yoshiko’s alarm clock out of the corner of her eye.

“Hm?” Yoshiko turned her attention to where Riko was looking. “Oh… heh… I guess we have been playing a while, haven’t we? Time flies like an angel when you’re having fun, huh?”

“Mm…” Riko nodded.

The two girls had been playing, almost nonstop for over three hours. Riko barely remembered Mrs. Tsushima delivering a lovely, light lunch of mini sandwiches and crudités; easy finger food for gaming, as Yoshiko had described it.

During the session, Riko had started to learn how to skim chat with the side of her vision as her primary focus was on the game. As such, she was eventually able to join in on the conversation. She wasn’t nearly as good as Yoshiko, and missed some things and misunderstood others, much to every else’s amusement. Still, she found that the interaction enhanced the overall experience. And she now had a better understanding as to why Yoshiko loved streaming so much.

“I suppose I should at least get up and stretch a bit.” Yoshiko said, standing and raising her arms above her head.

Riko grimaced as she heard several joints pop.

“Eheh… Sorry, Riri…” Yoshiko offered an amused apology before twisting her shoulders to cause a cacophonous cascade up her spine.

“That… can’t be good for you…” Riko mumbled.

“This mortal shell can get a bit rickety at times.” Yoshiko finished by cracking her neck. “I look forward to resuming our practice sessions as it provides a good reminder to stretch properly. Though I do wonder who will take up Dia’s place as taskmaster.”

Riko chuckled. “She wasn’t that bad.”

“Hrm…” Yoshiko leaned forward to check something on the screen. “Ne, Riri, do you have any plans for dinner?”

“Yes, Chika-chan and I were going to write get some early drafts in so as to possibly have a new song or two before the new school year.”

Was it Riko’s imagination, or did Yoshiko’s expression change, strangely, for the briefest of moments? If she had blinked, she may have missed it.

“Ah. That sounds like fun.” Yoshiko’s normal…? smile returned. “Maybe sometime later.”

“If I may ask, was there something in particular you wanted to do or somewhere you wanted to go?”

Yoshiko pointed to where she had been looking a moment ago. “That’s the total donations I’ve received this stream. It’s more than I normally make. A lot more. And I believe that is because Riri agreed to join us today.” She paused and read several messages affirming her theory. “And I wanted to show my appreciation.”

“I see. Thank you for the offer. Uhm…” Riko reviewed her weekend plans. “Tomorrow night, I’m having dinner with my parents… But I’m free around this time, so…”

“I can do lunch.” Yohshiko offered quickly. “I was going to stream again, but I can move that to any other time.”

“Or we can eat lunch again like we did today.”

Yoshiko blinked. “You… want to stream with me again tomorrow?”

“If you’re alright with that, yes.”

Now that was unquestionably a genuine smile. Yoshiko’s eyes sparkled and her shoulders drew up with excitement. “Of course!” She cried joyously. “Riri is always welcome as a guest… no, better yet, co-host!” She turned to the camera. “Didja hear that everyone!? Riri is gonna come back tomorrow and join us again!”

The chat exploded again with emojis.

Riko couldn’t help smiling as well. It was a little embarrassing being the center of such commotion, but Yoshiko’s excitement was as contagious as it was adorable. And she wanted to see more of it. She liked seeing this side of Yoshiko.

Not that the fallen angel thing was bad or anything, but… Right now, Yoshiko was her happy human self. She wasn’t getting hurt or sick, losing or breaking anything, or anything else the fates decided to torment her with, and make Riko worry about her wellbeing. Yoshiko was happy. And that made Riko happy.

“Anyway, I had a lot of fun today.” Riko said, getting up. “Thank you for that.” She turned to the camera. “See you all tomorrow.” She offered a small parting wave.

“I’ll see you out.” Yoshiko popped up as well. “Be right back, my little demons. Then we’ll see who else is brave enough to face Yohane in combat.”

Still giddy with excitement and bubbling about plans for tomorrow, Yoshiko escorted Riko to the door. From there, Riko bid her farewell to the Tsushima family and headed home for the day.

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Riko’s brow furrowed and she grunted in frustration. Another match lost. She sighed and set her controller down on her desk.

Or rather, it was actually Chika’s controller. While the two of them were composing in Chika’s room, Riko had noticed the device and asked if Chika had the game she had played earlier that day.

Chika did not actually own the game but had been able to show Riko where to obtain it for herself, as well as order her own controller. In the meantime, while awaiting delivery, Riko was able to borrow Chika’s device, which Chika also showed her how to pair with her laptop.

So now, several hours later, Riko was practicing for the next day’s stream.

Suddenly, a notification popped up in the lower corner of her screen. Riko leaned forward and moved the cursor to click on it. A new window came up with a message.

Sventa: Greetings

Sventa? Had that been Yoshiko’s screenname? No, Riko was pretty sure it had something to do with a fallen angel. Actually, that literally was her screenname, Riko remembered, TheFallenAngel. Perhaps this was one of her other friends? Maybe Chika? She didn’t have the game, but she had the program through which it was installed and run.

YuriYoukai: Hello

YuriYoukai: Is that you, Chika-chan?

Sventa: No

Sventa: I do not believe we know each other

Sventa: But I am a fan of Yohana-sama’s streams

Sventa: Are you the same little demon Riri that appeared on Yohane-sama’s stream today?

Riko paused, wondering if she should confirm.

Sventa: If you are, I wanted to say that you made for a very fun stream

Sventa: We got to see a rare side of Yohane-sama because of you

Sventa: You are obviously someone she cares for deeply

Sventa: She talks about you and some of her other friends a lot

Well, Yoshiko had admitted as such earlier. Riko wondered again what all Yoshiko talked about with her followers.

Sventa: But this was the first time she’s brought one of you onto her stream

Sventa: And it was fun to see her having so much fun

Sventa: So thank you for that

YuriYoukai: You’re welcome.

Riko wasn’t quite she sure had really done anything worth thanks, and she had fun as well, so… Well, she had thanked Yoshiko herself, so maybe this individual just wanted to do the same.

Sventa: And now you are playing this again

Sventa: Practicing for tomorrow?

YuriYoukai: I didn’t win a single match against Yoshiko-chan

Sventa: That is true

Sventa: But Yohane-sama is an experienced player and you only started playing today

Sventa: Still, I must say you showed great potential

YuriYoukai: I still can’t win now

Sventa: But you are having fun, right?

YuriYoukai: Yes

Sventa: That is good

Sventa: And more important that how good you are or how much you win

Riko chuckled as she remembered Yoshiko saying something similar.

Sventa: Still, perhaps I can offer some advice?

Sventa: The character you used today was my first favorite when I first started playing

Sventa: And I would be happy to recommend some other characters as well

Sventa: Even the one I know Yohane-sama struggles against

Sventa: Perhaps you can catch her off guard

YuriYoukai: There is a character Yoshiko-chan struggles against?

Sventa: The game is a complex set of Rock Paper Scissors, with every character having strengths and weaknesses

Sventa: Some of these strengths can be exploited against the weaknesses of others

YuriYoukai: I see

Sventa: A skilled player can still work around it all and win

Sventa: But if they are not expecting their opponent to know certain things, they will not be ready for them

Sventa: I think it would make for a really fun stream if you were able to surprise Yohane-sama like that

Riko smiled. That did sound like fun.

YuriYoukai: Alright

YuriYoukai: Teach me what you can, Sventa-sensei

The other player invited Riko to a network game and the two started playing.

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Author’s Notes Continued in Followup Post

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peachywise · 4 years

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nullify

an umbrella academy fanfiction // klaus hargreeves x reader

- part 6: the beginning of understandings || part i ⋆ part ii ⋆ part iii ⋆ part iv ⋆ part v ⋆ more to be released

- synopsis: It was finally time to meet the bringer of the apocalypse– a petite girl wrapped up in a blanket drinking tea. Totally chill. Nothing unusual about the situation at all. At least Klaus was consistent with his irritating commentary.

- note: my bad sorry i haven’t updated in so long!! but i’m back! and since season 2 is now out, please just note that this story is my own continuation of the story after season 1. also, i am no longer doing a tag list. honestly i just can’t be bothered, and i’m sure most of the blogs have changed since the last one for this series. i post on ao3, so you can subscribe to the story there!!

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Okay. So you were going to face the person who allegedly caused the apocalypse. No big deal. This was just a normal day, and she was just a girl. Albeit one who had undergone pretty severe trauma in her life, but hey. Nothing you couldn’t handle with a pleasant smile and a cup of tea, right?

Maybe the tea was a bad idea. But you felt like you needed a peace offering. Something to break the ice before asking someone who was relatively a complete stranger, “I think I can contain your powers, so why don’t we try? Also, why don’t you move into my apartment for the time being? I promise the occasional cockroach that comes out the drain won’t do any harm. It would be nice if he paid rent, but I can’t complain.”

Yeah. Just a normal day.

An abrupt tap on your shoulder and Klaus’s breath tickling the side of your neck forced your eyes away from your previous stare down with the white bedroom door, and any and all courage you’d built up to walk in quickly dissipated.

“Hey, you think if this whole—” his voice caught on a sharp intake of breath as he tried to find his words, his hands rolling, “trying to convince my sister to not start the second apocalypse by moving in with you thing doesn’t work out, I can still crash there? You can’t begin to imagine just how stifling it is here. I don’t even think Five has changed out of his little uniform in a week, let alone had a shower. You smell so much better. Like vanilla with a bit of stale coffee and deep-seated cynicism.”

Turning your face fully towards his, your noses almost touching by how close he had leaned in, you kept your expression passive. And then you tipped your hand to let half of the scalding tea fall over the lip of the cup and on his bare feet.

As Klaus jumped back, hopping between his feet and hollering a string of “ow, ow, ow,” you took a small step back and replied with a drab and mocking, “that has to hurt.”

Klaus gave a curt laugh that was almost lost, given his teeth were clenched in pain. “You know, I don’t know if I like your violent style of foreplay.”

“You’re making it very clear why Vanya destroyed the world in the first place, Klaus,” you responded, voice raised. “You haven’t even experienced just how sadistic I can be. I can turn around right now and just let her cause the second apocalypse again.”

“How original of you, threatening to leave. What is it, the tenth time already? Maybe if we’re all lucky, you can get a couple more in before dinner!”

“You know what’s original? Your desperate need for attention because you never got any from daddy as a kid. I’ve never seen that before-“

The door opened in front of you, and someone’s soft cough had you and Klaus both turning in their direction.

Allison Hargreeves.

“Are you guys done?” She questioned, a tight impatient look crossed on her features. At a loss for words, partly embarrassed now that you’d raised your voice, you tried to find anywhere to look but her eyes. Your gaze ultimately got caught on her neck, and the healed, puffy scar raised on her skin. Right. They’d mentioned Vanya had injured Allison. Pretty horribly at that. You remembered what you were nervous about in the first place.

“Allison, this is Y/N, though they will reply to trouble or travel-sized Satan just as well,” Klaus offered, slipping past his sister, who stood fully in the frame of the doorway.

Reaching behind to scratch your neck, you forced a timid smile on your face and gave a small wave with your free hand. “Hey. Nice, uh… place you got here.” Totally casual. “Very clean.” Not awkward at all.

Allison snorted. “Uh-huh. Nice to meet you. Let’s see if this was all worth it, shall we?”

Straight to the point. You could respect that. Nodding, you kept the nervous smile on your face as you walked past her after she sidestepped away from the door. You didn’t really know what you were expecting. Part of you thought the room was going to be some weird pit of despair. Dark and broody, like it was supposed to set the scene for some comic book character about to delve into their villain origin story.

But nope. It was just a standard bedroom, very well lit, white linen, clean carpet. The only thing that really stood out was the sunny yellow blanket wrapped tightly around a petite frame huddled on the single bed, a sky blue polka dot teacup clutched in both of her hands.

Well, now you didn’t feel so bad that you’d poured out basically all the tea you were going to give Vanya on Klaus.

“I’m guessing you’re Vanya?”

No shit, she was Vanya. You literally knew what she looked like.

You shuffled your feet awkwardly as the girl’s eyes flickered up to you. You still had the teacup in your hand.

“I brought you this, but I… spilled a little,” you commented off-handily, moving over to set it on a small side table.

Klaus made a notably shocked look. “Is that what you call a little?”

Vanya nodded her head once, her tone quietly gruff as she added, “we could hear you through the door.”

Allison offered a very helpful, “I’m sure the whole apartment floor heard them.”

Klaus, unable to contain himself from continuing this rally of comments, added, “well, it’s not the only time my screams have woken up someone next door. Certainly won’t be the last, God hoping the world doesn’t explode again.”

All three of you groaned. Good to know you weren’t the only one exhausted.

“It’s nice to meet you, Vanya. Did they explain to you why I’m here?” You asked, moving closer to the girl in question.

Vanya’s eyes glanced quickly over to Allison, who nodded her head in encouragement. She then turned to look at you once more and gave a slight jerk of her head in affirmation. Despite what had happened between Vanya and Allison, you could see the trust between the sisters. You might have gotten the story of what happened three months prior, but obviously they had worked out some stuff. At least a little bit. “Yeah. Yeah, Five uhm, gave me the gist of it,” Vanya replied, her voice still quiet with an edge of hesitance.

“It really works,” Klaus stated, looking at you with a joyful look. “Not seeing Ben’s ugly mug for once…” he pressed his hands to his heart and contentedly sighed, “it was the biggest blessing one could have given me.” His serene mood quickly dissipated as he looked to an empty corner and bit out a tight, “zip it, ghoul boy.”

“I don’t know,” Vanya carried on, as Klaus and presumably Ben continued to have an argument in the back. “Our powers are different. I don’t know if I want to take the risk of using it again in case it doesn’t work.”

You sighed, and Allison brought her hand up to nervously to chew on a nail. Moving to sit on the edge of the bed, you tried your best to settle the situation. Yeah, the money you would get for this would be nice, but you could tell this all went beyond that. It was important. You knew they wouldn’t have just let you into their inner circle if it wasn’t.

“I get it. What happened was awful, but you aren’t in that place anymore, right? Panic makes you do stupid shit. You aren’t you when you’re in such a crisis. That doesn’t mean you don’t take accountability for those actions, but the you sitting here isn’t actively trying to blow up the moon and cause the end of the world.” Peering over to Klaus, who stood grumpily off to the side, you asked, “it was the moon, right?”

His attention quickly fixed on you as he replied back, “oh yeah,” making a sudden explosion movement with his hands and horrible sound effects to go with it.

Allison’s blunt, “Klaus,” was enough to quickly shut him up.

“But I could panic again,” Vanya pleaded, her hazel eyes cutting in their pain. As stable and as comfortable as she appeared now, you could recognize that constant fear that must have lived in her. You knew too much about regret. You could see that in her eyes.

“And that’s where I come in. I can stop that. But we have to try first to see if it can work.” Reaching out a hesitant hand, you placed it on her knee still covered with the blanket and offered, “this power is inside you whether you like it or not. I don’t have perfect control over mine. I wish there were things I had done differently.” People you could have saved. People who you accidentally hurt. “You tried suppressing it, but that only made it explosive once it was actually let out. We can try to make it so you can live with it. Even if you don’t use it, at least you can control it.”

Vanya bit her lip and drooped her head, her hair falling in curtains around her face. You were curious about what her thoughts were. The furrow between her brows tensed and untensed in a way you knew her answer to the proposition was continually changing.

“Vanya, I’ve gone the self-destructive route to try and drown the voices out,” Klaus chirped up in the silence, his compassionate tone odd to your ears. From the corner, he strolled past you and rested a hand on his sister’s shoulder. “But I’ve never experienced quiet so fully until they put their field around me.” Soft eyes met yours as he added, “I never thought it was possible. It’s all I ever wanted.”

Holding his look for a moment, you weren’t quite sure what to say. You’d never really been… praised for your gift. Whenever you tried to use it to help someone else, you’d get called a freak or something worse. Any other time, it accidentally (well, purposefully sometimes) harmed someone. You could tell Klaus was sincere. Listening to the voices of the dead so much must be harrowing. You never really gave much thought about spirits and their presence, but for all you know, there could be multiple in the room with him at any moment. Always in pain. Always sharing that with him.

All you could manage to offer in response was a gentle smile before you tipped your head back to look at Vanya. “You don’t know me. I can’t ask you to trust me to do this. But why don’t you stay with me for a bit anyway? Klaus will be there, and you can come and go as you want, the others too. I’ll show you a couple of things I can do with the force field, and when you’re ready to test it out, we will. This is in your hands, Vanya. You’re in control.”

That’s all people like us could ever want. Control. Certainty—

Understanding.

“I already called sharing the bed with Trouble, just so you know,” Klaus said.

Although, it seemed your understanding clearly had its limits.

“If you did that, I would have to burn my bed so I didn’t get fleas. How about I get you a nice doggy bed instead?”

That got a grin out of Vanya, and when Allison added, “I think a flea repellent collar would be a wise investment as well,” her smile grew a little more comfortable.

“very funny, really, ” Klaus muttered.

“Okay. I’ll come with you,” Vanya finally conceded, reaching over to set her cup on the nightstand. “I’m— I don’t think I’m ready to try it out yet, but I guess if I do lose control again, having you there will be a good safety net?”

“We’ll all be your safety net this time.” Allison’s tone was earnest, remorse and care wrapped up on one. “I promise.” She sat on the bed and Vanya gently rested her head on her shoulder.

Whatever had gone on with this family, whatever tragedy had occurred in the past or with the current ordeal, seemed to be mending. You were kind of in awe staring at the scene. You had never known this kind of support since your father, and even then, you were so young that your memories of those feelings of comfort had faded. You lived alone. Didn’t really have any lasting friendships. You had the old couple across the hall who you played cards with at least once a week— though you were pretty sure they cheated every single time— but that wasn’t even close to what the Hargreeves had.

Family.

Standing back up, you heaved in a heavy breath. “I’ll leave you to pack,” you offered with your best shot at a cheery smile despite the sudden growing muck (jealousy, sadness, regret) festering through your veins. “Would you mind if I use the bathroom?”

Allison started to talk, offering you directions before Klaus interjected, “I’ll show you where it is.”

You were going to argue that you were perfectly capable of managing directions in the single apartment, but he placed his hand on your back and was quickly ushering you out of the door and down the rest of the hall.

“You really okay with doing this?” His questioned jarred you, eyes widening as you stepped away from his touch.

“Klaus, are you kidding?” You shot back, your exhaustion entrapping your exasperation in one low, breathy air. “I didn’t see you caring about that when I had originally said no multiple times.��

“You didn’t have that,” he stalled, struggling to come up with words as he haphazardly waved his hands in front of your face, “that look before. You looked sad when Vanya said she would come.”

Ah. You thought you’d shielded your face away from what you had felt. Strange that he would pick up on it. “It’s fine, Klaus. I want to help.”

Klaus didn’t look so sure, but he was also resigned enough to accept that answer. It was the truth anyway. It was a brief second of allowing yourself to feel bad. We all had those. A desire for something else someone has, for love, for care. But maybe this situation would help. Helping someone else, someone relatively similar to you, given the fucked up freak birth that messed up all their lives, would give you a sense of purpose.

“Can I ask you something, though?” You said, biting the inside of your cheek in a sort of nervous gesture.

“Yeah, sure,” Klaus prompted, curiosity lowing his eyebrows as he slightly tilted his head.

“Did you mean what you said in there? Did my blocking your power really help you that much?” You just needed to know. He looked so earnest, almost… desperate to experience it again. You felt seized by a sudden warmth. You just wanted to experience that again, whatever that was. To feel like you had done right.

“Trouble, you have no idea how much that helped. I meant what I said,” his tone turned almost affectionate, his eyes almost pleading with you to believe, “It really is all I ever wanted.”

And suddenly, the warmth that you hoped would have a growing familiarity in your body came back. However, there was something else there, nagging at the back of your consciousness, that you couldn’t quite grasp. It almost felt like concern or empathy, but there was something more. Despite Klaus’s kind words, there was an undercurrent of sadness to them. The man in front of you, who sometimes seemed so much younger and fragile than what he was, had been through hurt. You could recognize it. You had the moment you had met him and all the Hargreeves. But you were finally beginning to fully comprehend what his particular sadness was.

“It’s horrible to have been forced with a burden that could probably do so much good, but we just haven’t been able to see it.” You murmured, speaking your thoughts out loud without really meaning to. “All of you guys were forced to do good with your powers. Be the good guys, get the bad ones. That in itself was another burden just on top of it. You were kids. You never got to experience normal lives and have your powers adjusted to fit normalcy. I guess I’m lucky in that regard.”

You didn’t really know what you were saying. Just looking at Klaus’s face and the emotions you couldn’t read had you spewing words so freely that surely he must have thought you to be the erratic one now and not him.

“Sorry,” you laughed lightly, trying to break the tension. “I guess I’m just trying to say, if my power can do good by helping you guys out, then I’m happy. Whenever things get too noisy, just let me know and I’ll try and drown it out for you. Maybe just… living for a while, not stressing about your next plans, will help too.” You could try to provide some sort of normalcy in your shitty little apartment, with shitty cable, and an even shittier view.

“I’ll do that,” Klaus’s voice was so quiet you barely caught what he had said. “Thank you.”

Averting your gaze to the floor, you rubbed the tip of your nose with the back of your hand and stood in silence for a few moments.

“So uhm. Where’s that bathroom?”

“Oh, shit! Ah, yeah, just down the hall and to the right off the kitchen,” Klaus laughed, tension easing.

“What, not going to lead to it?” You teased.

“No, I think you can manage pretty well,” he smirked, before walking off into one of the adjacent rooms, probably to go pack.

What a shame. You’d probably have to burn all his clothes before they touched your carpets, now that you thought about it. You know, because of the fleas and all that.

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anika-ann · 4 years

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Lessons in Rule-breaking - Pt.1

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Word count: 4100

Warnings: ...nothing major? Swearing, fluff, mention of death.

Summary: Working part-time at Smithsonian for a while now, you knew you could get in trouble when breaking the no-newcomers-after-30-minutes-before-the-closing-time rule, but you sure didn’t expect the trouble to look like this.

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You were bored. Enormously. The clock was telling you there was still twenty minutes until the closing time and that time was always filled with boredom – half an hour ago, impressive crowds were still flooding the Captain America’s exhibition as if it was The Independence Day aka Cap’s birthday. Now, with the well-known rule of not letting any newcomers in less than 30 minutes before the closing time, the counter desk was painfully empty. Hence the boredom and the idle hands.

As far as you heard, idle hands were the devil’s tools and maybe it was the truth – but here in Smithsonian, there weren’t many things for the devil operate with. Sure, you could go to another level for a different exhibition and mix up some captions to artefacts, but that seemed like too much work and with how crowded the space was, it was next to impossible. Another option was to pull the fire alarm, but you weren’t that much of a punk.

So, most of the time, you settled with watching people around you – unlike when the insane number of people was flowing in and if you hadn’t had an ID shoved into your face allowing a children discount you wouldn’t have known if a kid was coming or an adult, a man, a woman, a farmer, the freaking president or Captain America himself – finally having the time to relax. You weren’t proud of barely paying attention during the busy hours, but… well. You made up for that in the free time in the evening.

There was a kid with a backpack with Captain America’s shield on it, watching what could be his brother in his father’s arms as he was holding the kid up right next to the panel showing Captain’s transformation from the skinny boy to a walking rock. Very cute rock. Anyway, in the corner, an incredibly bored-looking girl was pulling her mother’s sleeve, impatient to get out, perhaps looking forward to seeing a cartoon instead of a war museum exhibit. There was a guy rolling his eyes at his girlfriend, who was standing by the display of authentic outfits (and mannequins, the source of the man’s annoyance, if you could take a guess), making heart eyes at the Captain’s figure; you couldn’t hold back a giggle and looked away.

Which was exactly when you noticed the pair on the different side of the gate, outside of the space of exhibition. It was a woman with a boy who couldn’t be older than six years old. He would have been cute, a ginger with several freckles on his nose and cheeks, looking like he would have dimples when smiling, but he wasn’t exactly in the mood for smiling. In fact, he seemed wrecked. Glassy tears were rolling down his cheeks, welled up in huge eyes and he sniffed from time to time. The woman whom you assumed was his mother was trying to comfort him, herself wearing a helpless expression.

Alright, you were leaving your post right now. Perhaps it was the devil’s handiwork indeed, maybe it was none of your business, whatever the kid was crying for. But it was breaking your heart. You approached them rapidly, and being just few steps from them, you could see the mum pointing at a sign – the sign that was telling them that they could no longer enter the exhibition.

Ah, damn.

“Can I help you?” you asked politely, the woman’s gaze immediately snapping your direction, startled a bit. She eyed your nametag.

“No, no thank you,” she brushed you off, an apologetic smile on her lips. The kid sniffed again.

“Alright. If you’re sure…”

You backed off quickly, spinning on your heels and mentally slapping yourself. Why had you come to them again?

“But mommy-“

“No, Jamie, sweetheart. We’re late, we spent too much time in the park. We’ll have to come here another time-“ the woman explained patiently, her voice gentle but firm.

You bit your lip but started walking. Rules. There were rules.

“But you said we’re coming home in the morning! I’ll never see Captain America,” he sobbed and your heart sank. They must have been tourists.

But nope. No exceptions. You would do it once and then it would become a standard. Not to mention you could also get freaking fired for it— well, probably not fired, just punished, but still. Rules.

“We do, honey. We’ll have to come-“

“But you promised!”

Yeah, that was enough. You turned to them again and squatted to the kid. He frowned at you, his lower lip trembling. Oh boy, now you were lost to him.

“There are rules that need to be followed,” you said quietly and the kid sobbed again. The mother looked at you, caught between apologetic and angry about you moralizing her kid. You quickly continued. “But, we have one more rule here that not many people know. Can you keep a secret?”

The boy seemed intrigued enough, which was good. You eyed the woman; she was watching you in anticipation, probably ready to report you for harassment, but curious about what your play was.

The kid nodded.

“Good. I’ll tell you, but I’m gonna ask you a question first, okay?” Another nod. “Who’s Captain America?”

“A hero!” the kid replied immediately, his eyes lighting up with a spark of excitement. You couldn’t help but smile.

“And why is he a hero?”

“Because he’s strong! And he has the shield! I have a Frisbee like him! He’s the best superhero!”

You bit the inside of your cheek at the idea of what the big hero would think about his shield being compared to a Frisbee – it certainly wasn’t the first time you heard this, but it never failed to amuse you.

“Really? That’s great. But do you know why he’s a real hero?”

The boy seemed thoughtful for a second before he measured you with wide eyes, clueless.

“Because,” you whispered, leaning closer to him conspiratorially, “he has a good heart and he’s helping people.”

The kid was in awe. The mother stared at you, still unsure of what you would do.

“Now the secret – we have one more rule here. If someone has enough strength to open the ticket barrier, he can come in even if there is only 20 minutes left.” Jamie’s eyes widened, his mouth falling open. “But, he can’t only open it for himself. He needs to be of a good heart and let someone else in. Do you think you can do that? Are you good?”

The kid immediately nodded in agreement, taking his mum’s hand. You smiled at him and looked at the woman hesitantly. Did you just screw up?

“Can you really let us in?” she asked you lowly when you levelled yourself with her. You just nodded wordlessly. You would have to put in someone’s year pass, but it would work.

The boy practically pulled his mum to the ticket barrier, impatient. He tried to push before you even took your place by the computer. The barrier didn’t move, of course. You mentally grinned at his confused expression and quickly entered a pass. He tried again, an amazed smile on his lips as he went through. Being on the other side, he pulled so his mum could get in too. He had an extremely focused expression on his face and he was too cute for his own good. The way he lighted up when the woman got in was simply priceless.

“Mom! I’m strong and good like Captain America!” he exclaimed enthusiastically and the woman patted his head lovingly.

“Yes, sweetheart. Now, let’s thank the nice lady-“

“Thank you!”

“You’re welcome. Now go to see your hero,” you whispered encouragingly, anxious to get them moving. You were suddenly worried that your interaction might attract someone’s curious eye. You prayed it hadn’t.

The mother shot you one more grateful look and let her son to drag her away. You went to throw the tickets away to destroy the evidence, picking few more on your way – why did people throw these on the floor when the trashcan was like three meters away?

"That was really nice of you."

"Crap!” you cursed, nearly jumping out of your skin at the fright. Someone had seen you let the kid in. Definitely. Oh shit. You quickly spun to the male voice. “I— please don't report me. I’m-“

You froze when you saw the man who had witnessed your offence to the regulations, recognizing him immediately despite his baseball cap and casual stance.

“OH CRAP."

"You seem to swear a lot though," he noted, the smile on his lips amused, cheeky even.

Captain America was a cheeky man. Who would have guessed? Not you, that was for sure. You slowly let the impossible fact of Steve Rogers being here sink in. It was not an easy task, your mind kept screaming ‘holy shit, Captain America is here and talking to me’, but that was not the main problem – the rule-breaking was. Captain America caught you breaking a rule. You were so fired.

"Well, someone who is not just anyone, caught me breaking a rule that is written in huge-a-“ you closed you mouth before another curse could leave you mouth, remembering his… teasing? “-huge letters for everyone to see. The American symbol of righteousness did, actually. I count myself entitled."

You were honestly proud of yourself for saying so many sentences without a stutter despite freaking out.

His smile turned a bit bashful, the amused spark remaining in his eyes only. Really? He was self-conscious? And now? Wow. Did he notice his face was all over the walls? The entire exposition was about him for god’s sake.

"I won't report you. I told you – I think it was really nice of you."

You hesitantly smiled back, still unsure. "Uhm... okay."

And then you did something you excelled at. You spun on your heels and returned behind the counter, pretending you didn’t exist. You didn’t even say goodbye; yet, you would swear that when was Steven Grant Rogers disappearing behind a corner, he glanced at you over his shoulder with a smile.

The moment you couldn’t see him anymore, you let your elbows hit the counter desk and your head fell into your palms with a whine.

You had talked to Captain America. He had been ridiculously nice despite – or because – of what he had seen you doing. And you ran away. You were such an idiot.

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To say that you forgot about the incident before it was time to kick people out would be a big fat lie – mainly because it had been only tens of minutes. It was time to close the exposition for visitors. The guards always took care of people, reminding them that it was time to go and by eight o’clock, the last individuals were leaving so you could close the gate. Today was your turn to check on the space once more as the guards were switching shifts and so you rose to your feet to perform your duty as your sort-of-friend Mia waved you goodbye.

Usually, there were no ‘left-overs’ as you called people who somehow managed to escape the security and stayed in. But naturally, with your turn being today, there had to be an exception.

You slowly approached the man standing by Sergeant Barnes’ panel, realizing who he was within several feet distance. You stopped dead in your tracks, unsure what do to.

What would anyone else do when finding Captain America standing by his dead best friend’s panel after clock? ‘Cause you sure as hell had no clue how you should proceed. You nervously bit your lip, continuing your way with no plan.

You stopped two steps from him, opening your mouth and-- no words came out. You closed it again, clearing your throat.

“Captain Rogers, uhm…“

He glanced at you, seemingly surprised, as if he only acknowledged you now, when you were standing at arm’s length – well, his anyway. His blue eyes measured you, a bit confused until he looked around only to see no one else was here. How the hell did the guard miss him? Or had he left him here? Should you do the same?

"Sorry, I'm leaving," he whispered with a forced smile, sparing one more glance at the board. You did the same, your eyes landing on the date of birth of the soldier. Your heart sank. Oh. It was suddenly very clear whether you should leave Captain alone here or not; it was the anniversary of his best friend’s birthday.

"You don't... you don't have to,” you blurted out hastily, waving it off in a wannabe casual gesture. He tilted his head, confused. “I need to do some… administrative stuff anyway. Have your moment."

"Really? Bending the rules again?" he asked, the teasing coming out much less challenging than he probably intended. You shrugged.

"Only if it's okay with the Star-Spangled Man."

He lowered his gaze to the floor, but a tiny grateful smile played on his lips. "It is. Thank you."

"It's nothing."

"It's a lot. And... my name is Steve."

He peeked at you from under his unnaturally long eyelashes, his eyes saying more than his words or tone. You felt your heart jump nervously, blood rushing to your cheeks. He actually extended his hand for you to shake. His hand was freaking huge – yet, it closed around yours rather gently despite being able to crush your bones to dust or something.

"Nice to meet you… Steve. It's an honour." One corner of his lips rose higher at the note and you just wished to disappear into thin air before you would turn into a puddle of lovesick jelly with rapidly beating heart. You took your leave hastily, whispering over your shoulder. “Take your time.”

It was only few minutes later when you were dully staring at the computer screen on the counter that you realized you hadn’t even introduced yourself to the man you apparently had a crush on – you were fucking working at his exhibition, how had you missed that? You whimpered silently and resisted urge to bang your forehead against the desk.

Almost thirty minutes later, you really needed to leave and kick Capt— Steve out. You really, really didn’t want to do that. You had secretly hoped he would pass your desk during ‘administrative stuff’ time, but he hadn’t.

Approaching him by the very same board you had left him at, you felt like a monster.

“Lots of memories?” you tried out, minding to whisper so you wouldn’t startled him like the last time.

“Yeah, more than I can count. Mostly the good ones though. He saved me from getting beat to a pulp multiple times. Often dragged me out to dance, because he met a new girl and she was generous enough to bring a friend – not that she was interested in a guy who was barely reaching her shoulders,” he hummed, remembering his pre-serum times probably. There was nothing malicious or envious in his words. He seemed melancholic. “Bucky was a true ladies’ man.”

You couldn’t help but grin – sure, with Bucky’s looks and him being excellent at about everything, you could imagine. But it was a little different, hearing it from Captain America himself.

“Was he now?”

“Oh yes. The first time a beautiful woman looked at me rather than at him, he said he was living a nightmare becoming me.”

“He didn’t,” you whispered incredulously, silencing the giggle that wanted to escape your lips. Damn, some best friend he was; you were sure Bucky only had been teasing and it felt so casual, so normal, just two friends making fun of each other. It wasn’t exactly easy to imagine that when all you had ever heard were legends of their bravery.

Steve glanced at you with a corner of his eye. “He did.”

“That’s mean. What did you say?”

His smile grew wider. “Not to be sore about it, because she sure had a friend.”

You burst out laughing, feeling like Mr. Righteous suddenly stepped into a column of light which made him someone completely else. Cheeky. Mischievous. Friendly in the most common way. Human. Just a guy. Just a kid from Brooklyn.

“I take it I really need to leave now,” he noted, his hands tucked in the pockets of his jeans as if he truly was a regular guy walking down the street. Unbelievable.

“Depends,” you hummed, not sure where that came from. “You have more fun facts like this to share? Or not funny ones, just interesting?”

He tilted his head curiously, examining you, trying to figure out whether you were serious.

“You won’t get into trouble?”

You shrugged. “I don’t think so.”

“In that case, I actually do. Follow me, madam.”

An hour later, your cheeks hurt, your tear ducts were probably dried up completely and your head was full of so many new information it should hurt, but instead, it was just buzzing pleasantly. Also, you were sure you had a heart condition, because that constant flutter could not be healthy. You were tired, yet, you found yourself being disappointed that the special tour was ending.

"Okay, now I feel really sorry we don't do guided tours. I would be so popular..." you exclaimed, rewarded by a grin from Steve.

"It's a thing to consider. You should offer it to your boss."

You let out probably very unattractive snort. "Sure. And why would we wanna do that, miss? Because Captain America took me on a tour and told me very interesting details. He would probably want to run blood tests to check for drugs or something.... Thank you, Capt— Steve. I imagine it couldn't have been all easy."

"It's memories. It still... still feels more like home," he admitted and after so many rather light facts, you were reminded of just how heavy his destiny was.

"I can't imagine that. Waking up after seventy years. It's..."

"Insane?" he offered, eyebrow raised.

"I was gonna say ‘lonely’, but sure, ‘insane’ works. Everything has to be so different."

"It is. The progress of technology... I mean... just phones and computers. It's… a lot."

"Yeah... I wonder how much the world would change if I fell asleep for 70 years now. Theories? More like flying cars or a huge garbage bin like in Wall-E?"

"Wall-E?" he questioned, looking a bit confused. Only then it hit you – he probably hadn’t seen it.

"Oh, right. It's an animated film set in the future. A robot named Wall-E is on Earth, searching for a sign of life, fauna, flora, anything, while the rest of humanity is on a huge spaceship. Not your typical Pixar movie. I remember seeing it as a kid and being bored out of my mind when the first twenty minutes was just the robot moving between trash and occasionally saying ‘Wall-E’. It gets better though. Still, it's pretty far from movies like Finding Nemo."

"…I don't know what that is either.”

"Dude! You gotta check out Finding Nemo!" you called out, half outraged, half excited. Then you froze. "I mean— sorry. Jesus, I just called you a dude-"

What was wrong with you? You had had troubles to switch from Captain to Steve, and now he was a dude? Talk about respect, young lady…

But Steve just laughed at you, a full-belly laugh with his head thrown backwards and it was so normal and relaxed that you found yourself starring incredulously and possibly a little bit in love.

"That's okay, really. You got very excited."

"It's an amazing movie! Do you... do you catch up with pop culture?" you asked, honestly curious.

Seventy years’ worth of books, movies, TV series, music, theatre… wow. You couldn’t imagine that.

"I'm trying," he admitted, pulling out a small notebook and a pen. For a split second, you thought he was gonna give you his phone number, which was ridiculous of course. He wrote something down, smiling. "Now I have other tips.” Now that made more sense. “Do they still play that?"

"Yeeeah... no. Not by a long shot. You can always downlo— how does Captain America feel about downloading stuff from the internet? I mean..."

"That's like... putting it into your computer without paying a single dollar, right?" he asked, just to be sure. It was cute.

"Yep. Which I don't do. At all."

His laugh was more subtle this time, but his eyes were locked with yours, causing you butterflies, so there was that. "Well, Captain America is very disappointed in you. Steve understands."

"Thanks, Steve. Is it offensive to say that it somehow matters to me more?"

"Not really."

His eyes shined and his smile was wrapping you in a soft warm blanket and you knew that if there was something you definitely didn’t want it was saying goodbye and never seeing this man again. In flesh, that was, the exhibition didn’t count. Your mind raced.

"...I just got the craziest idea."

"If at first, the idea is not absurd, then there is no hope for it,” he quoted god knew who. You assumed it was a quote, not that you wanted to underestimate this wonderful man. “Hit me with it."

You gulped nervously. This was as terrible idea as it was an amazing one.

"There are old slide projectors in here, sure... but there are digital projectors too. If you... if you wanted to... have a cinema-like atmosphere, I can download the movie for you to watch it here,” you offered reluctantly, carefully observing his reaction. “Hell, we have a microwave in personal’s, I can even make popcorn!”

He blinked at you, the shiny baby-blues baffled.

“Or not. It's a silly idea-"

"No!” he protested quickly, smiling reassuringly at you. “It's... it sounds really nice. Do you think the guards would be... okay with that? You did mean after closing time, right?"

Did he just say yes?

"Yeah, of course! And yes, I mean... it would be for Captain America. How could they say no?"

His cheeks seemed to flush – but that must have been the lighting only, right? Captain America was not freaking blushing. Though he did look a bit timid. "You would really do that?"

"Sure. I mean... I can try."

"Alright — but only if it's not too much trouble. I wouldn't want you to have problems with your employer," he said sincerely, his eyes locked with yours again and your heart honest to god stopped.

Christ, was he trying to give you a heart attack?

“ ’kay,” you breathed, completely lost, mesmerized by the intensity of his gaze.

What was your name again?

“If I give you my phone number, will you text me when you would have time?”

It was official; you had died and went to heaven. An incredibly attractive man was standing in front of you practically shoving you his phone number and it might have been purely friendly, but still. Oh. My. God.

“Yep.”

Really? ‘Yep’?

He pulled out the notebook again, tearing one page and writing down the digits. You forgot how to breathe. This was really happening. He handed you the paper with a shy smile and whispered ‘here you go.’ When he added your name, you were about to swoon.

He wrote down not only the number, but his name too. You found it adorable, chuckling at that.

“You think I’m carrying lots of phone numbers in my pockets, Steve?” you teased him about it a little and he seemed confused at first, until something that was not a flirtatious smile for sure settled on his lips.

“Wouldn’t surprise me.”

Your breath caught in your throat, some inner voice screaming at you not to interpret it in a wrong way. Steve was a very nice person, that was a fact. He probably didn’t even realize how that sounded. Yeah, that was it.

You laughed it off. “Sure. Thanks, Steve, I’ll let you know. Hopefully, you won’t be busy.” Alright, backpedal, backpedal. “Thank you for the special tour, Captain.”

“You’re very welcome, ma’am,” he saluted and you chuckled silently. Who was this guy? Did you imagine this? Were you high? Maybe you really needed the blood tests… “Have a good night-- you need a ride?”

You almost choked on your own spit. BACKPEDAL.

Oh yes, you could use a ride. Whatever that meant.

You smiled awkwardly. “Uhm… no thank you. Goodnight, Steve.”

He returned the goodbye with a tiny smile.

You held the delighted shriek inside until five minutes passed since the door closed behind him.

You were in so much trouble.

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Tags: @mermaidxatxheart

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Awww, this one is an oldie of mine. Even more fluff than usual and that’s saying something...

#marvel #fanfiction #mcu #steve rogers #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x reader #captain america fanfiction #captain america imagine #captain america exhibit #fluff #lessons in rule-breaking #anika ann

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noona-is-a-treasuremaker · 3 years

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CLOSER - 1: The Courtesy Call

~Pediatric Rotation~

“Hey, Dara! When are we going to do the powerpoint presentation for the final reporting?” Daesung asked Dara while they were doing rounds in the Pediatric ward.

Dara stopped checking the list of admissions on her duty yesterday to answer Daesung. “Hmm. Probably tonight? Do we have a case yet?”

“None yet. But I had a patient last night with fever and rashes on his extremities. It was a Dengue Fever although the rashes were a little different. I was thinking if our differential diagnosis could be Henoch-Schonlein Purpura,” Daesung answered diligently.

“Okay, dibs on that case. Let’s focus on the Dengue Fever and dehydration. Give me the patient’s details later and I’ll print the medical records. Thank you, Dae! I’ll just finish this admission’s list and see you at lunch?” Dara didn’t wait for Dae’s answer. She gave him a big hug and hurriedly left.

Daesung bumped into Chaerin and Bom. “Daesungggg! Where is Dara? We’ve been texting her because our group will be having a courtesy call and orientation in Orthopaedic Department this afternoon,” Chaerin told Daesung.

“Well, she was in Pediatric ward few moments ago. As usual, she’s so focused doing all the senior’s paperworks that she tends to ignore our SMS.” Daesung told them while scrolling on his phone. “But whatever! I am lucky she’s my besty. She’ll save my life from this final report. It’s such a pain in the ass! Dibs on the Dengue Fever case, arasso?”

“Okay. We’ll look for her. I heard the Ortho Chief Res is unpredictable. I don’t want to leave any wrong impressions with the seniors. 😭 Let’s go, Chaerin,” Bom said.

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Dara finally finished her paperworks and her senior’s backlogs when she checked her phone. “Oh, shoot! It’s already 2pm!” Dara said to herself. She opened her phone’s contacts and dialed Daesung’s number. “Hey, Dae! Did you—“

“Yes, you flaker. I ate in the cafeteria with my groupmates. I knew you were going to miss our lunch so I bought you a burrito. Is that ok? Where are you?” Daesung cut what she was going to say.

“Here in the residents’ call room. Will meet you in our callroom. Thank you and sorry.” Dara said before hanging up the phone. She replied to several SMS including Chaerin’s and Bom’s.

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After eating late lunch, Dara met up with Chaerin and Bom in front of Orthopaedics Surgery. “Are you ready?” Chaerin and Bom both said at the same time.

“Uh... Actually, I am nervous. This is one of my weakest fields in medicine. I hope the residents are just chill about everything,” Dara honestly said.

“I am nervous too! Uuugh! Let’s go inside!” Chaerin told the two, then she knocked before opening the slide door.

As they entered the room, they found the supposed Orthopedic residents on the opposite side of the room, facing their respective computers and seemed to be doing paperworks and reports. The room was huge, with a large whiteboard in the front. The room could be used for meetings. “Uhm... Hello, doctors! I am Chaerin, the leader of the incoming interns in your department. I am looking for Dr. TOP for our courtesy call and orientation,” Chaerin said in a high pitched tone. Dara then knew that Chaerin was also as nervous as her.

The residents stopped at what they were doing and looked at them when a lean and tall man, sitting in front, looked to their direction and said in a low voice, “No TOP here. Just look for Youngbae. He’s over there.” The man pointed to the back where most of the residents were working on their computers.

“Ah.. Dr. Youngbae?” Chaerin asked, still in a high pitched tone, hoping a doctor named Youngbae would stand and save them from awkwardness. A resident doctor stood up and walked towards the three female interns. The three girls were shocked when he just passed by them and left the room. Another resident, this time, spoke. “I am Seungri. Dr. Youngbae’s just doing some errands. Come and sit. Wait for him here.” And the residents went back to what they were doing as the three sat on empty chairs.

The resident who passed by them and left the room came back with a Potato Corner fries. He put the fries on the girls’ table. “Hello, ladies! Get some fries. I bought it for you. I am Dr. Youngbae, your interns’ monitor for this rotation. I will be the one you get in touch with when you have problems or issues with the residents, consultants, or requirements. What are your names?”

“I am Chaerin.”

“I am Bom.”

As post-duty on that day, Dara wasn’t able to catch up what he was asking. “Huh. Uhm. I’m post-duty today, doc.”

There was silence.

Then Dr. Youngbae and Chaerin burst out laughing. Bom started laughing nervously. Dara’s face became red and asked why they were laughing.

“Doc was asking for our names, silly.” Chaerin said, getting out of breath.

“I’m so sorry! I wasn’t listening. My name is Park Sandara. Dara for short,” Dara said feeling stupid and embarrassed.

“It’s okay, Dara! I like you and your humor. Ha~ha! It seems that you will be directly under me as I am also post-duty today.” Dr. Youngbae genuinely said. “For starters, here are what you’ll do.....” and Dara’s mind drifted again. The orientation lasted for an hour and before they left, he introduced the girls to the residents.

“Guys, our incoming interns are here for courtesy call. As you can see, they are all girls. I am actually worried because we might need a physical strength from a guy.” He said.

“Boys are boring. They’ll do,” the fair skinned with average built Ortho resident commented.

“He’s Dr. Kwon Jiyong, a first year Ortho resident. Then the guy beside him is Dr. Seungri, another first year Ortho resident. They will be the first persons you contact in regards with your work including surgeries, paperworks and backlogs. But since we only have two first year residents and you are three, I will be acting as first year Ortho resident-in-charge of one of you. I guess that’ll be Dara? We’re both post-duty today.” Dr. Youngbae pointed at the tall man in front who seemed to be so drawn by what he was reading. “That’s TOP. He’s our chief resident.”

“He said that he’s not TOP. Probably he didn’t want to talk to us. He’s cute but what a jerk!” Bom commented. Dr. Youngbae laughed at her comment. “Well, that’s all. Chaerin, just email me your contact details and I will send you the schedule of surgeries on your first day. Make sure to deck the pre-duty first. Okay? See you next week.”

“I am sure this group is weak and are just pretty faces,” Jiyong commented after the three left.

#fanfic #roleplay #short story #writeblr #writers on tumblr #kpop #au #fanfiction #jiyong #bigbang #2ne1 #2ne1 dara #yg ent #yg entertainment

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honeysuckle-writings · 4 years

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DANGANRONPA AUTUMN WEEK 2020

Day 5: Hot Drinks and Spice

Amasai

It's so late. I'm so sorry. I rushed this baby out too because I can't not participate in fall and winter stuff.

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"Believe me, Rantaro. I assure you that this will be a very important trip." Korekiyo assured his friend. Rantaro and Korekiyo slowly made their way through the crowded mall. Even though the mall had just opened, crowds had piled inside in Hope's to be first in line for the start of the fall season sales.

Rantaro was thankful that he got some time to hang out with his best friend. Most of the time they were off traveling in different parts of the world and when they had time, they would always get together and catch up.

"Ah no worries Kork. I'm in no rush at all." Rantaro shrugged and looked around at all the different changing seasons sales that were posted in the store windows. A lot of the clothes were right up his alley, but he wasn't interested in trying anything on at the moment.

"I believe you will enjoy this trip as well."

Rantaro was used to Korekiyo being a bit of. mystery. That was one of the things that bonded them together. Both of them had been called an enigma by their peers plenty of times before.

Korekiyo soon stopped right in front of the Hot Topic store.

"You're taking me on an important quest … in hot topic?" Rantaro had to hold back a laugh. He should have known it would not be extremely serious being at the mall.

"You make it sound so trivial. They are having a sale on their jean's and I intend to finally replenish my stock."

"Hey whatever floats your boat. Let's go."

They made their way inside, thankful that it was still relatively empty inside.

Korikeyo immediately went to the right of the store and began sifting through pants while Rantaro eyed the different accessories. Not that he needed anymore, but they were always a want. Without looking, Rantaro turned his body quickly to go on the other side of the display, and instead bumped right into someone.

"Oh, I am so sorry. I didn't even loo-." Rantaro's apology cut short as his green eyes met amber ones. Rantaro thought his heart was going to bump out of his chest, much like the old cartoons. "Oh." A shorter male with blueish hued hair looked up at him, a lanyard hanging around his neck with a hot topic name tag on it. Shuichi.

"It's alright. Uhm. Hap- happens all the time." Shuichi stuttered slightly.

"You run into big goofs all the time?" Rantaro raised an eyebrow.

"No. I mean. Yes. But." Shuichi stopped himself. "The kiosk makes it hard to see around the corner. I run into people a lot because of it."

Rantaro chuckled and put an arm behind his neck nervously. "Yeah and it doesn't help that my limbs normally just… do whatever they want to. Just go around smacking into things a lot." He knew he was rambling but he just couldn't stop.

"As long as you don't get hurt in here." Shuichi attempted to tease him.

"Because you're on duty and dont wanna be responsible?"

"Exactly." Shuichi smiled wided as he laughed, his nose crinkling and making Rantaro swoon even harder.

"I'm gunna guess you opened today yeah?" Rantaro crossed his arms over his chest to keep from leaning on stuff.

"Yeah I couldn't even get my coffee this morning because of the amount of people just waiting outside the complex."

"Shit I'm sorry. What do you normally get?"

"Oh, uhm, I try to keep it simple with just a Pumpkin Spice Latte with an extra shot. I hate to cause a lot of bother. Just a fall staple basically."

"For sure. Normally I wait until the butterscotch lattes are available and then drink my weight in them weekly."

A short clearing of a throat came from beside Rantaro. Korekiyo had made his way back to the two of them, several jeans in his arms. "My apologies for interrupting. I just wanted to let you know that I have now finished."

"I can go ahead and get you guys checked out now then." Shuichi directed them to the counter.

Rantaro bit his lip slightly, trying not to pout outwardly. The check out process was a little too quick for his liking, his eyes not leaving Shuichi as Korekiyo paid for his stuff.

"Thank you guys for coming in!"

"Yeah you too!" Rantaro immediately turned away to keep the blush of embarrassment hidden. Before he knew it, he was outside of the store with Korikeyo trailing behind him.

"You seem a bit flustered." He stated.

"Yeah, haha. Sorry. Just uh." Rantaro tried to find the words but nothing would come out quite right. "He was just nice looking."

"Excellently executed."

"You wouldn't mind if we stopped for coffee before we left right?" Rantaro continued walking, trying not to make eye contact with his best friend.

"If you wish to buy your potential lover coffee, I will not stand in your way." Luckily Korikeyo's legs were as long as Rantaros and he could keep up very easily.

"Thanks. Sorry if that's weird. Just thought I'd do something nice."

"You know the modern courting ritual is very interesting. It seems that coffee is the way to most people's hearts. I will sit down in one of the booths and you can seek me out whenever you have given him his drink." With a small wave. Korekiyo walked into the food court and sat down.

Rantaro stood in line for a while until he was finally able to order for the both of them. He hoped Shuichi hadn't completely forgotten about him. A small bit of anxiety had his thoughts begin to race when he made his way up to the Hot Topic.

There were a few more people than before but luckily Shuichi was not occupied with anyone at the moment. He was busy restocking a shelf of Halloween items.

"Hey Shuichi." Rantaro called out to get his attention before holding out the cup of coffee.

Shuichi stared at him with wide eyes, not expecting the kind gesture. He was frozen still.

"Did I get it from the wrong store? Or did you already get one from another worker? I'm sorry."

"No!" He reached out and grabbed the cup of coffee. "You're actually a life-saver. I have to work until close tonight. Someone called in." He sighed at the warmth in his hands before taking a small sip.

"Well luckily you had me around then." Rantaro smiled and took a sip from his own. "So when exactly is closing?"

"We close at 9 but normally I don't get out until closer to 10 after everything is said and done."

"Oh, so probably too late to do anything."

"Do anything?" Shuichi tilted his head in confusion.

"Oh. Do anything like, hang out. I could come pick you up or something. Hopefully you would have had dinner before then but if not, Dennys is where its at."

Shuichi giggled at Rantaro's carefree outer attitude. "I'd really like that. But uhm. Only if you're sure you want to. You really dont have to."

"Believe me. I'd really like to get to know you. Here give me your number and I'll text you later tonight." Rantaro used his free hand to dig out his phone and hand it to Shuichi.

After Shuichi put his number in and handed it back, he looked back at the register. "I've got people to check out, but I really do appreciate this. It's honestly one of the best coffees I've had in a while."

Rantaro nodded and moved out of the way to let him pass by and get back to work. He looked down at his drink before taking a big shot of it. Maybe Korekiyo was right. Maybe the way to someone's heart really was a good cup of coffee.

#danganronpa autumn week 2020 #dr autumn week 2020 #drv3

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queenlists · 4 years

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Death Did Us Part

A/N: The ideas are flowing again! This involves both Sam and Dean Winchester. There’s a brief nsfw part, but this is mostly fluffy sadness. By the way, it’s 11/11, so make a wish (or in other words a request) and get it granted haha. I hope you enjoy this. Thank you! ✌

Post date: 11/11/2019

I thought I had lost him.

I thought I would never see him again.

But there he was.

There he is.

Standing in front of Sam and I just smirking.

“You guys missed me?” He smiled wide.

I opened my mouth, but nothing could come out as I looked at Sam who was already looking at me with his jaw clenched.

There was a sliver of hope that it wasn’t my Dean.

That I was dreaming him up like a million times before.

That I was hallucinating.

That there was no chance my dead boyfriend was back to me because I screwed up.

I fucked up bad.

—–

“Sam, we shouldn’t.”

“(Y/n), Dean’s gone. We’re okay.”

I took off my shirt hesitantly, looking down at a shirtless Sam. His big hands resting on my hips. He’s looking right at me with his big brown eyes waiting on my next move. “You know we don’t have to do anything. We could relax and just keep each other company. I miss him too.” I felt a knot in my throat. I whimpered as my vision began blurring with tears. Sam sat up quickly and held onto me tightly, rubbing my back gently. I held onto him as if he were my lifesaver in a deep ocean of sadness. I was drowning and he was my way to the light. My way to relief. My way to cope. My way to find a will to live again.

I grabbed Sam’s face and kissed him deeply. His mouth clung onto mine. His tongue danced with mine. My hands gravitated to his long, soft hair, my fingers tangling in it. It felt so wrong, but so right. Sam flipped us over, so he was on top of me. We were completely naked. Completely vulnerable to each other. “Are you sure about this?” He breathed into my ear and I nodded “Yes.” Without any hesitation, he slammed into me. I gasped as our bodies adjusted. It felt awkward at first finding our rhythm, but we found it quickly. I wasn’t used to his length. He was bigger than Dean and it hurt, but it felt so nice. The broken motel bed squeaked loudly with every thrust and the dingy bed frame thumped against the wall, I’m sure our neighbors would complain eventually.

Hearing Sam groan and gasp like that was strange. He made the hottest faces though. He was gentle unlike Dean. It was nice, but it wasn’t my style. I pulled on Sam’s hair, yanking his head back earning an animalistic groan and a hungry smile from him. In that moment, gentle Sam was out the door. He slammed into me again and again. Just what I needed. My thoughts went right out the door too. My worries melted away. Dean still screamed in my head as I screamed out loud, but Dean wasn’t louder. It didn’t take long before we were both reaching and riding out our highs.

After we were finished, we laid in bed together tangled in the sheets and each other. Sweat stuck us together as we caught our breath. “Was that good?” He huffed out. “It was amazing” I smiled up at him. It still felt wrong and for a minute I felt sick to my stomach with guilt and regret. I had sex with my dead boyfriend’s little brother not even a month after burying him. But then we did it again.

And again

And again.

And about twenty more times after that. Each time feeling more right than wrong. Each time feeling better and better. Each time pushing Dean right out of my mind.

It was months like this until our lives were completely different. We would talk about Dean, but it was different. Sam and I were together. Nobody batted an eye at us as we cuddled up together in public. Nobody knew and nobody cared. They didn’t care when we went on our first real date. They didn’t care when we got engaged. They didn’t care when we got our new place. They didn’t care when I found out I was pregnant. Nobody knew our past, so we were free to live our apple pie life. Demons, shapeshifters, vampires, werewolves, etc weren’t our monsters. Bills were. We weren’t hunters. We were Sam Winchester and (Y/n) (Y/l/n), the new couple in town and that was fine by us.

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I stared at Dean before I ran into his arms, holding onto him tightly. I couldn’t help myself. I needed to feel him. I felt the guilt and regret flood in as I felt his arms wrap around me. I took a deep breath, letting his scent intoxicate me. He pulled back and his expression was totally different. He knew something was different. I watched as he looked from my swollen belly to the ring on my finger to Sam and then back to my belly, slowly piecing a puzzle that he feared together. He stumbled back and shook his head in disbelief. My lip quivered as tears blurred my vision. “Dean” I managed to squeak out. I sounded desperate. I sounded pained. I sounded pathetic. I did this to me. I did this to him. “Y-you two?” He whimpered out. His eyes began to redden as he kept stumbling back. His eyes began to water as he waited for Sam or I to explain, but there was no explanation that would mask the truth.

“Dean, please. Come inside. We should talk about this.” Sam managed to get out, walking towards me, stopping and holding onto my hand. Dean looked at us in complete disbelief “You couldn’t wait for me, (y/n)? You couldn’t wait or at least do anything but hook up with my little brother!” He yelled out, earning looks from people passing by. “Dean, please. Just come inside. Let’s just talk.” I pleaded. Dean turned around with his back facing us, his head down “I just need to go.” I went to chase after him, but Sam grabbed onto my hand tighter, pulling me into a hug as I sobbed against his chest. Looking up, Sam was silently sobbing as he watched his big brother who he depended on for most of his life, who he thought was gone forever leave willingly.

I love Sam. We’re in the midst of planning a beautiful wedding. We have a baby on the way. We have a house that we’re paying on. I saw my future with Sam and I loved the vision of it. We were set on making that dream become reality. We were already living it! Now that Dean’s back, I feel all the love I felt for him before and I remember dreaming about my future with him. I want Dean back, but I refuse to lose Sam.

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Things were rough at first. Sam was hurting and longing for Dean to come back, but he didn’t want me to see his pain. Eventually, things improved. Sam didn’t cry anymore and now talked to me about his problems which helped us get over that obstacle. Our lives went back into our daily predictable routine: I got up after Sam came back from a jog, made breakfast for the both of us, ate together, kissed Sam goodbye on his way to work, kept myself busy throughout the day, made dinner, kissed Sam hello on his way in from work, ate dinner, spent some time together, and go to bed to do it all over again. Day in and day out.

“Have a good day baby!” I pecked Sam on the lips and smiled at him. “You too, beautiful” Sam smiled at me before crouching down to kiss my belly before turning around to get in the car, heading off to work. I watched as the car drive away each morning. Getting smaller and smaller in the distance until I couldn’t see it anymore. Closing the door like always and turning around to face the dreadful hours of loneliness. I start to head upstairs to take a nap until I hear the doorbell. We never get guests, so I cautiously tiptoed to the door to peek in the peephole.

Dean.

He’s standing there holding a grocery bag.

I swing the door open with a smile “Hey!” Dean half heartedly smiles back at me “Hey, uhm..may I come in?” I step out of the way, motioning him in before closing the door quietly behind him. He takes a look around, taking in the unfamiliar environment. He’s looking at every picture of Sam and I on the wall. He keeps walking through until he sees the ultrasound picture. He puts the bag down and slowly picks the frame up, nodding and smiling before looking at me. His eyes are watery “Am I having a niece or nephew?” “We don’t know. We won’t know until next month.” I breath out, clearing my throat afterwards. He looks back at the ultrasound before placing it back and picking up the plastic grocery bag. “I bought a few peace offerings. Your favorite candy and rabbit food for Sammy.” I smile at him as I walked closer to him, grabbing the bag and placing it on the kitchen table “Thank you, Dean!”

There’s a long awkward silence between us and an unexplainable tension. “Is Sammy here?” He asks, trying to break the silence. I shake my head “No, he actually just headed out to work. He won’t be home for eight more hours, but you’re free to stay! You’re free to stay for as long as you like.” I sound more desperate for him to stay than I meant to. He shook his head, smiling genuinely “I should probably go until Sammy’s here. It was nice seeing you.” Dean walked past me to the door and I swiftly turned on my heel to face his direction. I was angry. I wanted him to stay. I needed him to stay. He was the love of my life and now he’s acting like a total stranger. “Why won’t you stay? Why do you keep leaving? I want you here!” I yelled out louder than I should have. Dean stopped, his hand was on the doorknob, but he stood there frozen. “I need you here, Dean! Stay. Please just stay!” Dean tensed up and let out several sighs as if he was fighting against himself. “Dean! Talk to me!” I begged him, feeling tears travel down my cheek, tickling my face on the way down. “Please.” I sobbed out. Dean turned around and looked at me. He was crying and shaking, walking towards me fast, wrapping me up in his arms. I melted in his embrace and habitually kissed him. He didn’t hesitate to kiss me back. This kiss. This kiss felt right. I felt sparks fly for the first time in forever. Dean was the only one who could make me feel this way.

He slowly pulled away from the kiss and stepped away from me “I have to go, but I’ll be back. When I come back, we’re nothing but family.” I cocked an eyebrow at Dean in confusion “What?” “You’re going to marry Sammy and have your beautiful apple pie life with him.” He shoved his hands in the front pockets of his jeans. I shook my head in protest “Dean, I love you! I love Sam too, but I-” “(Y/n), I’m seeing someone. This is for the best.” I felt like I just got stabbed in the heart. I shouldn’t have been so surprised, but I was. “See you later.” Dean didn’t waste time and quickly left, closing the door behind him leaving me standing there frozen in the moment. His footsteps on the porch quickly faded and the roar of Baby eventually quieted as he drove off.

He left me once, but this time it was for good and I knew it. Someone else was kissing him. Someone else was calling him theirs. Someone else was holding onto him at night. Is it wrong to say that this hurt more than his death?

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After Hours - Chapter 6 A professor Loki fanfiction

Previous Chapter

Summary: Evelyn Monroe has been a TA for professor Laufeyson’s Calculus course for four months now. He was known to be quite strict, but that never deterred her from applying for the position in order to be close to the man she had been secretly pining for. One evening, she returns to his office after opening hours… and with her bountiful luck, she walks in on something not meant to be seen.

Chapters: 6/?

Words: 2200

Warnings: Explicit sexual content

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You have not an inkling… of how long I've staved off the temptation of having you beneath me. Across my desk, and at the mercy of my cock.

At the mercy of my cock…

Currently, Evelyn sat dazed in a bathroom stall as the filthy words from her professor echoed repeatedly within her mind.

She was not sure how to wrap her head around over what transpired. How could she, when the cold and untouchable professor Laufeyson, whom she secretly liked, practically dry humped her into oblivion?

Well, technically they weren't dry - but the concept still stands.

She could still remember it clearly, his disheveled appearance before she ran away in a panic. Due to how wet she was when he pressed against her, his white dress shirt had gotten wet as well. The material stuck to his body, revealing a tease of the lean, muscular figure underneath. His tie was off to one side, and his ruffled hair further accentuated the wild look in his eyes.

But the one thing that drew her attention the most was the prominent, impressive bulge that tented his pants.

Now there was no doubting it. At this point, she'd be an idiot to believe that her professor held no interest in her. However, his attack on her body came so suddenly that Evelyn did not know her next course of action, so she sat on the toilet endlessly pondering.

When she saw him next, did she act as if nothing happened? Was he interested in a relationship with her despite her status as a student? Or did he just want to use her for sex, as Candice suggested? And would sex with him be...rough?

She had just gotten a clear handle that he may not be a gentle lover - and that scared her all the more, especially considering his size.

Evelyn was a stone cold virgin. She was afraid to put in a tampon, much less the monster that currently nestled within her professor's pants.

Evelyn clutched her head in frustration, before sighing dramatically. Since she didn't know much about sex in general, she probably needed to do some desperate soul searching on porn hub and spankbang once she got home.

Evelyn eventually exited the stall, moving to stand before the mirror. In her haste to get away from professor Laufeyson, she ran straight from his classroom to the bathroom at the end of the hallway, hopping straight into a stall.

She neglected to check her appearance in the mirror at the time, so Evelyn couldn't help but gasp when she saw the current state of her neck.

"Lord have mercy…"

The right side of her neck was mottled with purples and reds, the hues deeply saturated against the brown of her skin. She was not one to bruise easily, so such a sight was shocking.

Evelyn lifted a hand to gently trace the bruises. As she felt them, she could once again feel professor Laufeyson's lips on her neck. She remembered the pain as he sucked against her skin, then the sensation of overwhelming pleasure that followed immediately after.

She could still feel his large hands on her body as he groped and squeezed her breasts, her butt, her thighs, her hips - just thinking about it brought back the throbbing to her lower regions.

Although what he did was essentially sexual assault - and against a student even, Evelyn was ashamed to admit that although she was scared...she also liked the rough handling of her body... especially coming from him.

She did not know what any of this meant. Wasn't she supposed to hate being treated so...roughly? Being manhandled?

Even with the strong infatuation towards her professor, this incident should be a glaring red signal to run the opposite direction.

In any case, Evelyn knew she couldn't walk around campus with blatant hickies across her neck, and Candice would definitely have questions once she got home.

So when she reached for her purse to cover the bruises with makeup, needless to say, Evelyn began to fret.

Because her purse was nowhere in sight.

She looked inside the bathroom stall, then on the floor, but nope. Nada. Gone.

She really, really did not want to go back to the classroom to check, especially after she had just ran away.

But her purse did not only have her make-up, but the keys to her apartment, as well as her wallet. She could only hope that he left the purse in the classroom, so she could get a janitor or something to open the door for her if it was locked.

At this thought, she gained a bit of hope.

Before she left the bathroom, Evelyn dried her dress underneath the hand dryer for a bit, before tying her jacket around her neck in an attempt to cover the bruises high and close to her throat. She looked a bit silly, but it was better than nothing.

She definitely received some weird looks from her fellow peers as she transversed the hallways of the science department like a spy agent; tiptoeing, peeking around walls, etc. Just to avoid a run-in with professor Laufeyson as she made her way to his classroom.

She became even more vigilant as she got closer to the classroom door - she looked left and right before standing on the tips of toes to peek into the lecture hall for any sign of her purse, and the professor she desperately wanted to avoid.

Fortunately, he wasn't there - but neither was her purse. That only meant that he took the purse with him, the worst possible scenario.

Frustrated, Evelyn began to curse fervently under her breath, and kicked uselessly at the door.

"The hell are you doing?"

Evelyn spun around so fast, she nearly fell backwards from the dizziness.

"Oh my fucking...Andrès! You damn near scared the holy ghost outta me!"

She placed a hand on her chest to calm her thumping heart as she addressed her friend, Andrès. Although they were in different departments, they had developed a close friendship during their foundation years of college, during which they took several classes together.

"Ha! Well, I ain't mean to. What're you doing here though?"

He then squinted his eyes as he pointed to her, "And why the jacket around your neck?"

Evelyn rolled her eyes, attempting to act natural. She was internally panicking, and moved to subtly adjust her jacket, "It's fashion, dumbass. And I just lost my purse."

As she looked at him, her eyes slowly began to shine as an idea began to form.

"Hey...Andrès. You got a class right now?"

He eyed her suspiciously, "...In like, thirty minutes. Why though?"

Evelyn put on the softest, sweetest voice she could muster, " Uhm...could you stop by professor Laufeyson's office real quick? I think I left my purse in the classroom and he has it with him and... I'm kinda in a rush to do some really important stuff right now. Could you like, pick it up for me, pretty please?"

Andrès looked as if she suggested that he jump off a cliff, “ Oh hell no! I skipped morning class today…”

“... I get that. But come on bro, you still owe me twenty dollars from when we went to Wendy’s. I'll forget about it, deal?”

“Twenty?! It definitely was like five dollars-”

“- Yeah yeah whatever, are you gonna help me or not?”

Andrès crossed his arms, “Man, I don’t know. He’s really gonna skin my ass...”

“Alright, here’s what,” Evelyn stepped closer, resting a hand on his shoulder, “Get me my purse, and I’ll treat you to tamales one of these days. How’s that?”

At the sound of tamales, Andrès' face split into a big grin, "You better! Even if I don't get it, you're still buying me food."

Seeing his grin, Evelyn couldn't resist smiling as well, "Ha-ha, sure. Hurry before your class starts, and thanks again. You're savin' my life here."

She stepped closer to give him a side hug in parting, "Just drop it off in my studio - I should be there doing some work."

"Aight, you bet."

At his confirmation, Evelyn happily skipped away with a light heart.

She just wasn't prepared to face professor Laufeyson, so she hoped Andrès follows through with his promise.

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"...What did you just say?"

Evelyn stopped midway through her painting to address Andrès, who stood outside the opening to her studio.

After she had asked him that favor, she went across campus to do some work in the art department. She busied herself with painting for several hours, waiting anxiously for Andrès to drop by. When he finally came, however, he was empty-handed with an extremely bitter expression.

"I said, he wants you to come get it yourself. He wouldn't give it to me. On top of that," Andrès' voice raised by a margin, his skin turning red, "He failed me for the entire fucking semester!"

Evelyn could only gape at him in shock, "Oh…"

" Oh? Oh?! That's all you gotta say?!" Andrès turned around to exit the studio, storming out. It took a few seconds before he ran back in to say one last piece, "You owe me much, much more than tamales! And I ain't helping your ass again." With that, he finally walked off.

Evelyn could only lean down in her stool to place her face in both hands, before whining despairingly, "Oh shit…"

She honestly should've sucked it up and asked for the purse, because she was now sure that professor Laufeyson was pissed for whatever reason - and she didn’t know what that meant for her, or her chastity.

Evelyn left the art building with a heart filled with anxiety, making her way towards his office expecting the unknown. Would he… pounce on her once again? If he did, she wasn’t sure her poor heart could manage.

It was pretty late in the evening, so the science department was pretty scarce, with the exception of those taking night classes.

As she walked to the door of his office, Evelyn couldn’t help but think of the time she spent with Laufeyson, and at what point her mysterious professor could’ve possibly developed an interest in her.

Now that she was thinking back, it was as if every little thing he did in the past gained significance. The extra tutoring sessions, their casual conversations - not to mention waking up on his lap. That should’ve been an obvious one, but at the time Evelyn’s low self-esteem insisted that it meant absolutely nothing.

She now came face to face with the door. Evelyn closed her eyes, and took several deep breaths to steady her beating heart. She raised her hand in a sudden jerk to knock before she chickened out, and waited with bated breath for his voice.

A voice that did not come.

Confused, she waited for several seconds before knocking once more. But silence was all that greeted her.

Did...did he already leave?

Evelyn felt half relieved, yet disappointed at the same time. Secretly within her heart, she wanted to see him.

During the hours when she was painting, various scenarios went through her head of what would happen between them in his office. They were all extremely sexual in nature - and that scared her. She never so much as thought about sex previously, but it was if he was the catalyst to all things dark within her heart.

She saw herself being harshly taken on his desk, the couch, even the blasted wall - and she could barely even concentrate on her work as he invaded her thoughts to a frightening degree.

Evelyn still stood aimlessly in front of his door, now at a lost. She rested her head against the wood, sighing to herself.

Why do I want him to treat me so roughly? It’s...wrong.

“Now, why would it be so wrong?” Evelyn froze as the voice of her professor sounded from directly behind her, his body heat warming her back.

"You're... you're here…" Her voice was quiet and meek, shocked that she said her thoughts out loud, and that he had heard them.

"That I am. Thankfully, I hadn't wandered far," Evelyn flinched slightly when she felt him touch her shoulders, but he merely moved her aside to open the door, "You're here for your purse, aren't you?"

He acted strangely normal as he entered his office, expecting her to simply follow.

His behavior was so confusing...was he acting as if he didn't just maul her hours earlier?

She entered the office cautiously, eyeing his back as he shrugged off his suit jacket.

Without looking behind him, he issued a simple command, "Close the door. I'd like our conversation to be private, if you wouldn't mind."

Evelyn would much rather have the door open. But when he turned around to give her the look, she reluctantly turned around to close it.

Once she did, he then began to speak, " Firstly, I'd like to apologize," he nodded towards her neck, "I did not expect you to mark so easily."

That's what he's apologizing for?!

Evelyn removed the jacket from around her neck, gaining the confidence to speak, "With all due respect professor, w..what you did earlier..um - it wasn't appropriate and, I'm not sure what you want from me -"

He raised a hand to silence her, "I understand, and I apologize for my actions. However,"

His expression was serious and stern as he said his next words, "I would not hesitate to have you again, writhing against me."

Evelyn was flabbergasted at the words that just left his mouth.

"...What...what do you mean by that - "

Her sentence was cut short when he made a step towards her, "To put things bluntly,"

Without warning, he grabbed at her waist to press her against him, chest to chest to whisper in a sultry manner, "I want to hear your sweet voice screaming my name repeatedly, as I fuck you against my desk."

Well... that was pretty blunt.

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A/N: Hey guys, the campers arrived and it has been SO HARD trying to find time to read, write, etc. because being a counselor is a full-time endeavor - from 7 in the morning, till 12:30 in the night. I finally found some lee-way, but there may be some grammar errors. Nonetheless, until next time!

#loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #tom hiddleston fanfiction #loki smut #loki odinson #Loki Laufeyson #loki (marvel)#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston fic

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Jealousy

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x reader; Peter Quill x Reader (platonic)

Style: One-shot

Warnings: Uhm, drinking, swearing, jealousy (it’s in the title), laser tag, smut: teasing, begging, possessive Bucky

Word Count: 4k

Summary: Reader’s childhood best friend, Peter Quill, comes for a visit and let’s just say Bucky is feeling a little insecure

A/N: Hi lovelies! I’m back to posting!! This one shot has been sitting in my drafts for... months and I’ve just been afraid to post it so I’m sorry for my radio silence! I hope you enjoy, I’m writing more, I have some WIPs ready to post, I’m hoping to get active and stay active!

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“Peter Quill as I live and breathe!” The man standing in the doorway had his back turned to you but the instant he heard your voice he spun around, smiling wide and caught you in a hug.

“Y/N,” he said into your hair, “how are you man?”

“Missed you,” you were hesitant to let go, fearing that Peter would disappear into nothing if you did. He hardly ever made it to your side of the galaxy and you constantly missed him. Peter had been your first friend, growing up in the same neighborhood and going to the same school. When he had been taken, you had lost a part of yourself. Having him back, even for the shortest of periods was like being able to breathe again.

“I missed you too,” he stepped back and took in the sight of you. “You’re looking buff, have you been lifting with Thor or what? That man will just turn you into a meathead.”

You laughed at him. His intense jealousy of Thor never ceased, even after knowing him all this time but it was so endearing to see him jealous when there wasn’t even a threat to be had.

“No, I haven’t been lifting with Thor, but Bucky’s been training me for a while now.” You stuck your thumb over your shoulder at your boyfriend who was standing a few feet away, talking to Steve and trying to act like he wasn’t bothered by your interaction with Peter. He had heard you talk about him before and he was okay with you having friends, of course. But there was something about the way he looked at you, Bucky could tell Peter saw you in the same way that he did.

He may not have felt the romantic pull toward you but he truly saw you. It was evident in his stature he knew how strong you were, he knew the intellect you carried, and he respected you in a way that you deserved. Bucky tried not to be jealous but he was losing the battle with his insecurities. It only got worse as he listened to you making plans with Peter for that night.

“You’re here! We have to!” You were insistent and Peter was shaking his head.

“Ah, I don’t know sweetheart.” His arm was around your shoulder as you walked him through the compound to his guest room. “Don’t you think dinner would suffice?”

Every visit you took Peter out, got him hammered and then took him to laser tag. It was a tradition for degenerates but by god, it was your tradition.

“If you think I’m budging on this you’re wrong. Nat is already making teams.”

“You have all of the people here brainwashed.” He laughed and pulled you in a little closer. “Fine, but we are eating dinner first this time.” You hid your embarrassment at the memory of your last excursion where you had slammed back enough whiskey to make even a sailor blanch and then blacked out during laser tag itself. Both you and Quill waking up the next morning with the toy guns that you apparently had stolen from the company. When you had returned with a group of the Avengers a few months later they had promptly kicked you out and told you to never return.

“Yeah, dinner is probably a good idea.” You laughed and dropped Peter off, demanding he be ready at 7 sharp to leave and went off to inform the rest of the group who were joining you.

When you found Bucky he was sitting in your bed, a laptop in front of him and files for a mission splayed out over the comforter. He looked up when you entered the room and gave you a soft smile before returning to his work.

“It’s past the work day,” you pouted, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning against the closed door.

“Sorry doll, I’ve got a lot to accomplish for this debriefing,” he didn’t even look up as he spoke to you and you sighed.

“Well, just make sure you’re ready by 7 for dinner and laser tag.” You made your way toward the bathroom, kicking off your shoes and peeling your shirt off on the way, casually tossing it in Bucky’s direction.

“I’m going to get in the shower.” This was obviously an invitation to join you, which Bucky never turned down, but today he sat ever still, reading his computer screen and taking notes. You crossed the threshold to the bathroom and stripped off your jeans, throwing them back into the bedroom, followed by your underwear and bra. Even Bucky at his highest concentration on missions was unable to resist your teasing so when he didn’t come to the bathroom you scrunched your eyebrows before slamming the door shut and turning on the water.

Bucky sighed when he heard you get in the shower, knowing he had hurt your feelings but he was unable to shake the feeling he had had in the pit of his stomach all day. Watching you with Peter had made him incredibly insecure despite his efforts to not feel that way so when you came in the room he had planned on giving you the cold shoulder to make you beg for him a bit.

He would have done well to remember that you weren’t the type to cave and certainly would not have asked him outright to step away from his work even though you were desperately craving him. He put his papers away and got up to join you in the bathroom, hoping to apologize and maybe even get in a little bit of personal time with you when he realized that you had locked the door.

“Dammit Y/N,” he mumbled under his breath before turning around and getting to work on a new task.

Bucky surprised you when you got out of the shower by already having everything laid out for you. Tony had insisted on treating Peter to a nice dinner despite your desire for foolish shenanigans so Bucky had picked out a nice dress, shoes, and a matching handbag for you and slacks with a colored button up to compliment your dress for himself. Off to the side was a bag that he had packed so you could change for the bar and laser tag. The sight of his effort had made you smile in spite of yourself and you planted a kiss on his cheek before shooing him off to the shower by himself.

By the time the ten o’clock hour had hit you were several drinks and a few more shots in at a bar across from a laser tag building which you had rented out for the night. You were waiting on another drink as you spoke to Bucky and Peter on either side of you, trying to gauge if people were intoxicated enough for laser tag. Nat was in the corner strategizing for a game that hadn’t started yet, she had already revealed to you that she brought comms units for your team which consisted of Nat, Bucky, Tony, Thor, Sam, and yourself. The other team consisted of Peter, Steve, Pepper, Wanda, Bruce, and Clint all of whom you kept having shots delivered to in an attempt to get them more intoxicated than you yourself were. Ultimately, by the time you stumbled across the street everyone was more than enough drunk to enjoy the experience and the poor kid who was working the front desk looked mortified to realize the people he knew as the Avengers were drunkenly climbing around on the tables in the snack sections and singing loudly to the pop music playing over the speakers.

“Alright gang. Gather ‘round.” You eventually commanded and everyone surrounded you, you were all in vests with the plastic guns in hand. Nat handed out comms units to your team and Steve to his own, you rolled your eyes at them when they fought over who got to be on which frequency.

“Kids!” You interrupted their bickering. “Okay. So, basic rules, you’re shot, you’re out. If someone on your team gets more than one kill, you get to bring a player back in. No using your extra enhancements to get ahead. I’m lookin’ at you Thor, Wanda,” Both individuals rolled their eyes at you, “that’s it. Play ball.”

The entire group filed into the small “arena” that was set up with different blockades and passages to run through or conceal yourself behind. The shaking voice of the teenager working the desk came on over the speaker.

“Once the lights go down you have two minutes until your guns will activate. Match is over once one team is left standing. Red team ready?” Peter’s team cheered, “Blue team ready?” Your team gave a yell. “Time starts, now.” The room turned black with neon lights lining the structures causing a black light effect and making your clothing glow.

“Alright guys, spread out and give ‘em hell.” Nat commanded before disappearing into the shadows.

Bucky turned to you and whispered in your ear, “gonna see if I can get any high ground. I love you.” You gave him a quick kiss and watched as one by one everyone else spread out until you were alone with Peter.

“Well Peter, care for a stroll?” The two of you laughed and chatted, walking through the maze with one another until the voice came back over the speakers.

“Guns on in 10, 9, 8,”

“It’s time,” you shook Peter’s hand and immediately took off running as the voice kept counting down.

“3, 2, 1. Guns on.” You heard the sound bite of the lasers shooting all around you, you continued moving though, knowing that if Peter kept to his typical tactic, he was already on the search for you. It took almost 15 minutes for anyone to be shot, Bruce being the first man down despite Clint’s attempts to snipe Thor from afar before he shot him. Things began to fall in quick succession then. Steve shot Tony, Sam shot Pepper, Steve shot Sam, bringing Bruce back into the game. The back and forth went on until you only had Nat and Bucky left. The screen showed you that Peter, Steve, Clint, and Wanda were still all in play and you heard them whispering to each other in their comms. Your team however was silent on their comms, opting for stealth in light of being left outnumbered and on account of it happened to be a strong suit for the three of you anyways.

You peeked around a corner and saw Wanda facing the other direction. You took a deep breath and checked around you before firing a shot, which landed on her back sensor and she huffed before informing her team where you were and heading toward the holding area. You ran from the spot you had been in, two lefts, one right, jump on top of the wall and freeze. From your perch you caught sight of Nat who was camping out with eyes on Clint but scanning for the unassuming passerby.

Not hearing anyone coming your way you slid down from the top of the wall and straightened your vest, planning your next move when you heard it. Peter stepped out from behind the barricade that had been shielding him.

“Hands up sweetheart.” He commanded and you put them up, the fact that Peter wasn’t already shooting you meant that his team had a plan.

“So who has multiple kills that can bring someone back?” You asked sarcastically.

“So smart,” Peter chuckled and walked up to you, “gun please.” He held his hand out and took the toy, shoving it in his jeans pocket and then promptly lifted you over his shoulder.

“Quill!” You squealed as he ran off with you. “Bucky! Nat! Help!” Your laughter consumed you despite the competitive air in the arena and Peter was laughing just as hard when he put you down in a far corner and then caged you against a wall with his arms.

“Got her,” he spoke into his comms and looked down at you, searching for a way to get free, though you would be useless without your gun. Your comms were still silent and you wondered if Bucky or Nat were going to try to rescue you or if you were just collateral damage.

“See, and you didn’t want to come.” You teased Peter who had a huge smile on his face and had obviously been way too into the game as he was sweating, beads dripping down his face which he wiped away with his sleeve while still managing to keep you pinned down.

“Alright, it’s a good time. It’s always a good time when I get to kick your ass at something.” You guffawed and rolled your eyes.

“Too bad Barnes is behind you,” you whispered and he refused to break eye contact with you, sniffing out your bluff. You were useless at lying to him.

“So, who’s got the kill streak?” You asked, knowing that the other team could hear you through his comms.

“Steve,” Peter answered, and suddenly decided to move you again, slinging you over his shoulder with ease and taking off in a new direction. You wondered if this was part of their plan or if Peter just couldn’t stay still for that long. Likely the latter.

“Well, you can tell Steve,” you huffed as Peter sat you down again and used his body to block you in, “to fuck off.”

“The mouth on this one,” Steve laughed as he rounded the corner and came into view, “no hard feelings doll, all’s fair in love and war right?”

“Steve, you talk too much,” you laughed as Peter moved to unshield you and left you a sitting duck for Steve to take. He shook his head at your antics before aiming his shot which he never got to take because Bucky was there, taking him out and then aiming for Peter who instantly grabbed you from behind, wrapping his arm around your waist and using you as a human shield. He backed around the corner and then was picking you up again, causing you to groan and call out for Bucky once more.

“I am not drunk enough for this anymore!” You shouted into the room and Peter pulled out a flask from his pocket to hand to you. “That’s my best friend!” You shouted as you attempted to drink from the flask while partially upside down. Peter finally rounded a corner and sat you down on the floor, joining you and breathing heavily.

“So what’s the plan now?” You asked breathless. Your teams were even but you were unarmed and at the mercy of Peter who could shoot you whenever he felt like it.

“I say, we let them take each other out and then I’ll give you your gun back and we can go one on one.”

“Ah, but you’re outnumbered, and Nat’s had eyes on Clint for 10 minutes,” you took another drink from the flask and on cue Nat and Clint started firing at one another. You watched the reflection of the screen as Nat’s name was crossed out and cursed.

“Well, if you kill me, you still have Barnes to deal with. I don’t think he will be too happy to have to avenge me.” You both heard Bucky moving around, searching for the pair of you. Peter shared the remainder of the flask with you and you sighed heavily, resting your head on his shoulder and relishing in the moment of having your best friend next to you.

“Missed you Pete.” You whispered and he kissed the top of your head.

“Missed you too, sweetheart.” You relished in the moment for just long enough before shouting out.

“OVER H-” Was all you managed to get out before Peter covered your mouth and made you stand up, keeping his hand over your mouth and holding you close to him from behind. You squirmed but to no avail until Bucky rounded the corner behind Peter and shot him quickly, ending the game and setting the lights back to normal.

Peter let you go immediately after being shot but you could see in Bucky’s eyes that he was not happy about how close he had been just seconds prior. You ran to him and kissed his cheek, thanking him for being your hero to which he smiled for only a split second. He went into a stony silence while everyone left the building and piled into cars driven by FRIDAY’s automated control. You were starting to worry as you pulled into the compound and he still hadn’t said anything to you, despite you being curled into his side.

Everyone was off to bed, the alcohol wearing off and sleepiness setting in. After forcing Peter to agree to see you before he left in the morning you dragged your feet the entire way to your room, feeling exhausted. Bucky followed you to your shared room and closed the door silently behind him, watching you the entire time.

You stretched your arms above your head and then turned, catching Bucky leaning against the door, watching you. Smirking at him, you began to undress yourself, watching as his pupils turned dark with lust as each layer came off your skin. Finally, when you were in only your bra and underwear he spoke.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He asked, his tone deep.

“I’m getting ready for bed?”

“I don’t mean right this minute.”

“Well then I don’t know what you’re referring to.” You turned your back to him and walked toward the chest of drawers that held your pajamas but he stopped you, grabbing your arm and pulling you into him.

“Shall I enlighten you?” He asked and you nodded, mesmerized by his proximity and the sensation of his clothes against your skin.

“You were very bad today. Trying to make me jealous, flirting with Peter.” He was whispering in your ear, his breath hot on your neck and you arched into him, desperate to feel his lips on your skin but he gave you no such pleasure.

“I wasn’t flirting with Peter,” you feebly stated.

“No?” You shook your head, “So you didn’t stay attached to him all day? Didn’t let him hold you like I know you like me to?” He had you there. You loved when Bucky held you from behind, his strong arms closing around you, you loved even more when Bucky took you from behind, your hot skin touching as he thrust into you. Your body ached at the memory of all the times that had happened and your panties were getting wet at just the idea of it.

“It was just for the game,” you rationalized and he laughed, a low sound from the back of his throat.

“But you knew it would drive me crazy anyways, didn’t you?” You nodded and whimpered as Bucky’s hands started to roam your body, feeling your curves.

“Baby girl, I am going to remind you now, of who you belong to. Do you understand?” You nodded your head. “You know your safe word if you need it?” You nodded your head again. “Good girl, now, go lay down on the bed.”

You followed his instruction and watched as he stripped off his jacket and shirt before coming to the bed in only his jeans. He hovered over you before leaning down and placing a sweet kiss on your lips. When you parted he waited for you to nod, as he always did before he fully indulged his dominant side. Bucky always let you be in control overall as he was terrified of hurting you but you liked it when he took control like this, playing a jealousy game was a thrill for both of you.

Bucky’s hands began to trace your skin, up and down your bare legs, causing goosebumps to raise all over as he got closer and closer to your sensitive spots, still covered in fabric but never giving you the satisfaction until you were a squirming mess under him.

“Oh sweet girl,” he laughed huskily as you arched your back to find his fingers again, “you’re so desperate for me, aren’t you?” You nodded but he shook his head at you, taking his hands away from you completely.

“I want to hear you tell me how much you want me to touch you.”

“Bucky, please, let me feel your hands.” You whined and he smiled down at you. Letting his hands run over the fabric of your bra before squeezing lightly and reveling in the way it made you react to him. He reached underneath you and undid the clasps, helping you pull the straps off your arms and then went to work kneading the skin and pulling your nipples as you moaned underneath him.

Despite your pleasure he moved on quickly, tracing only his fingertips around the edges of your panties and sliding one under the band just to snap it against your skin.

“Bucky,” you called out at the sensation and he smirked.

“Yes love?”

“Need more,” you were panting and he waited until you elaborated the way you were supposed to, “need your mouth on me.”

“Tell me who you belong to.” He commanded.

“You, I’m yours.” His mouth was on you then, leaving searing kisses down your neck, his tongue swirling around your nipples, leaving marks on your skin with his teeth, he kissed up and down each of your thighs, getting just close enough to your panty line to drive you crazy. He could smell your arousal but he wasn’t giving you anything without you telling him you needed it so he continued working around every other part of your body until you bucked your hips into him and he paused to look up at you.

“P-please?”

“What do you need from me baby girl?” He rubbed your thighs while you tried to form any sort of coherent words.

“I want you to, eat me out, please Bucky?” You always felt so uncomfortable asking him to perform this action, though he would spend days between your thighs without any complaint. Hearing you ask for it outright caused him to growl deep in his throat and before you could react he was tearing your panties in half to get them out of his way.

All of his teasing had you reaching your peak before he even had a chance to truly get started on you so he drew another orgasm from you for his own pleasure.

It wasn’t long before you needed to feel him inside you, the ache in your lower abdomen was growing the more he teased you with his fingers.

“Bucky,” you moaned but couldn’t find any other words as his mouth was still devouring you. So you tried again.

“Mmm, Bucky,” he paused for a moment and let you catch your breath. “I want you inside me.” He pushed his fingers deeper into you and you shook your head.

“I want your cock, please?”

“You want me to take what’s mine?” You nodded profusely as he straightened up and slid his jeans off, letting you take in the sight of his erection.

“Tell me, baby, tell me again.”

“Please take me, I’m yours, only yours.” He was on the bed now, teasing you with just the tip and you tried to squirm and force him to give you what you desired.

“You know you were a bad girl.” You whined at his teasing. “Maybe I shouldn’t give you my cock, to punish you.”

“I need you, please James?” You knew using his given name would send him over the edge, he was quickly thrusting into.

“You’re mine, Y/N, no one else gets to have you.” He grunted out between his thrusting into you and you cried out with pleasure.

“You’re mine.” He repeated and leaned down to leave kisses wherever his lips could reach.

“I’m yours.” It wasn’t long before you were cumming again, squeezing around his cock and triggering his own orgasm.

After, as he nuzzled into your neck and the bed covers surrounded you both like a cocoon he whispered out into the dark room.

“I’m yours too.”

“I know James, I know.”

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twice-rxn · 5 years

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“Hey You, Listen. Confess Now Please.”

Anon!Request: hi, could I request a fluff scenario of Sana, based on the lyrics of “Hold Me Tight”? Hang in there, I hope the workload isn’t too bad!

A/N: You did mean Hold Me Tight by Twice right? 😂 I know, stupid question but I’ve been listening to a different Hold Me Tight when I saw this request so...✌🏻And this prompt had me hooked. I was going to make it a multi-chapt thing but I hate adding links and stuff. So it’s a one shot instead.

‘Minatozaki Sana..’

“...Y/N, you’re...”

‘She’s looks so pretty today again,’ you can’t help but thought as you sighed deeply.

“....staring at her....”

‘Wait, is someone talking?’

“And...I think she saw you.”

“What?!” That seemed to wake you up from your stupor before you turned to the voice beside you, only to see Chaeyoung smirking as she took a seat right beside you. “I’m pretty sure that she knows by now that you’re hopelessly head over heels for her after seeing that lovestruck look on your face.”

“She..She saw me?”

“I think I saw her looking our way sometime ago. Look, why don’t you just go confess, Y/N? I’m at least eighty percent sure she likes you back,” Chaeyoung began to prod you.

“And I’m at least ninety percent that Minari likes you too, Son Chaeyoung. So why don’t you go and confess to her?” You deadpanned, making her stammer incoherently while you grinned smugly.

“Stop grinning, you idiot. She’s heading here,” She began to mutter and you immediately blanched. Now she’s the one who looked all smug. “Hi Sana-unnie!”

“Hey guys,” she greeted back before looking at you. “Y/N? Are you okay? You’re looking a little pale.”

You subtly began to panic but luckily Chaeyoung was there to save you. “She’s slightly not feeling well, Unnie but I think Y/N can handle it.”

That didn’t stop Sana from pursing her lips before leaning in really close to you and rested her forehead against yours. “That’s weird, your temperature seems normal, Y/N. Maybe you ate something?”

If you were severely lacking blood earlier, that action made up for it as your face went cherry red.

“I uhm..Y-yeah. Maybe t-that’s it. Momo made me eat something weird earlier a-after all,” you stammered and from the corner of your eye, you can see Chaeyoung’s shoulders shaking as she was silently laughing at your demise.

A sigh of relief came from Sana before she tapped your nose. “That’s good to hear because I’ll be missing my favorite person in the world if you’re suddenly absent, Y/N,” she winked before waving goodbye.

When she was completely gone from your sights, Chaeyoung began to howl with laughter while you shoved her from her seat. Tears began to form on her eyes as she landed on the ground but was still laughing while clutching her stomach. “Oh god! You were so red, Ms. Favorite Person in the World.”

“Shut up! Shut up!” You hissed while smacking her in the arm with a book. “Go die. Or go kiss Mina.”

That remark earned you a painful punch on the arm.

—

Thankful that the day was about to end, you decided to pass by your favorite cafe before going home. You were about to step inside when you felt someone tug on your shoulder sleeves. “You all alone, Y/N?”

Without needing to know who it is, the butterflies began to fly in your stomach as soon as you heard the voice and you turned to smile at that person while nodding. “Hey Sana and yeah. I was just going to go for a take out before heading home.”

A cute smile graced her lips before she grabbed your hand, “Well~ I’m free at the moment so would it be okay if I asked you to stay for a bit and grab something with me?”

“I wouldn’t mind it at all,” you shrugged before leading the way inside the cafe, “I’d rather spend my time with you anyway.”

Giggles left her mouth before she squeezed your hand tighter as she cheered. “Yay! It’s a date! Alright, Y/N?”

Your breath hitched as you bit your lip. Luckily, she turned away and haven’t noticed that you’re turning red again for the nth time today. ‘She probably meant that as a joke.’

“And because this is a date, I’ll be buying you drinks since I asked you out,” she said determinedly, shaking you from your thoughts as she stared at you straight in the eyes to stop you from arguing. Clicking your tongue, you gave her a defeated nod. “Fine, but I’m treating you next time.”

“There’s a next time?” She smirked, her eyes shining with mirth before giving you an adorable grin that almost melted your heart on the spot. “I’m kidding, Y/N. Let’s go!”

‘This is it. This is how I’m going to die. Cuteness overload by Minatozaki Sana,’ you thought to yourself while trying to conceal the blush forming on your cheeks as you tried not pass out when the hand holding turned into her hugging your arm.

—

“Are you seeing or liking someone?” She asked after the both of you sat peacefully at one of the more secluded parts of the cafe. The question came so abruptly that you choked on your drink before you shook your head while trying to steady your heart.

“No,” you cleared your throat while trying to contain your coughs, “I’m not...I’m not seeing anyone. You?”

‘Please let her not notice I omitted out the crush part,’ you begged in your mind and relief washed over you when she didn’t mentioned it.

Sana laughed lightly before lifting her shoulders up for a little shrug while also shaking her head. “I wish. Although, I’m waiting for a certain someone to notice and make a move. I’ve been giving her signs that I like her for quite some time now but she‘s so oblivious.”

Oh.

So she likes someone, huh? There goes your chan—Pfft, like as if you had any in the beginning. You felt like the world crumbled under your feet as you thought about Sana with someone else. ‘Whoever that girl is, she sure is lucky.’

“How can she not notice your feelings? Is she blind? Wait, is she seeing someone else?” You questioned, your mouth forming a thin smile to avoid letting her know that it was bothering you.

Sana covered her lips to surpress her giggles as she shook her head and that made you recline back to your seat while you fold your arms before huffing, “Geez, that girl’s lucky. If I was in her place, I reckon I’d notice your feelings right away and then confess to you in a heartbeat.”

A gaze of disbelief flashed in her expressions as Sana froze in her seat but you were too busy shaking your head to notice. When you returned your attention to her however, you saw a frustrated look appearing in her eyes as she covered her face. An agonizing groan soon followed and you frowned.

“Sana...? Are you okay? Did you get a brainfreeze?”

Mutters in Japanese were then heard from her and you furrowed your brows. When she finally did look up to you, she laughed resignedly before reaching out to tap your cheek gently. “Geez, Y/N.”

Bewildred, you began to inquire what’s going on and Sana gave you a dismissed wave before chuckling, “It’s nothing. I’ve just realized now that I had my work really cut out for me.”

Checking the time, she realized that it was getting late and Sana first excused herself when you wanted to stay in for a while to finish your drink. Giving you one last hug, she left the cafe and you emitted out a sombered sigh while swirling the remaining substance around in your glass.

“Excuse me miss?” Someone politely said and you stared to see an elderly old man a few tables away waving at you. “There’s a wallet under your table.”

You nodded and ducked to check and sure enough, you saw Sana’s wallet lying there. After picking it up, you immediately went to thank him.

“Ah, it’s nothing. I’m happy to always help you young ones, especially two lovely girls like you and your girlfriend,” he smiled, making your jaw drop as you began to stutter. “She’s—Sana’s not...We’re not—I’m sorry. You must’ve had the wrong impression. We’re just friends.”

He scoffed as he shook his head while downing his coffee. “Could’ve fooled me. With the way you two were looking at each other earlier, the both of you could pass for a recently married couple. How long have you two been dating? Five years? Seven?”

“We’re really not, sir. She’s..she’s way too good for me and she told she has her heart set on waiting for someone else,” you admitted dejectedly and he facepalmed before grumbling. “Not another case. God, you youngsters are hopeless. I had to open up another kid’s eyes earlier when she was oblivious to her friend’s feelings for her too.”

The old man stroked his beard before placing a hand on your shoulder. “Listen lass, when your friend was looking at you earlier, there was that specific look her in eyes. A look that I’ve found similar to the ones my deceased wife—God bless her soul, used to give me. It’s the same one that I can see in the eyes of my son and his wife when they’re together. And it’s the one I saw from the young girl I helped earlier too.”

“Your love story with that beautiful girl’s not too late to start. You tell her. Confess—Heck, serenade her if you want. She loves you, kid, trust me.” And with that, he shuffled to the entrance and left while you stood there dumbfounded. “Sana..likes me?” You muttered before you began having flashbacks.

“I’ll be missing my favorite person in the world if you’re suddenly absent, Y/N.”

“Yay! It’s a date! Alright, Y/N?”

“I’m waiting for a certain someone to notice and make a move. I’ve been giving her signs that I like her for quite some time now but she‘s so oblivious.”

Without missing a beat, you began to sprint out of the cafe and to the direction Sana left for. “Shit,” you cussed while dodging past people, “I’m so stupid.”

“I’ve just realized now that I had my work really cut out for me.”

“Why am I..,” you growled frustratedly as you felt your legs screaming in pain, “..So dense?!” When you finally saw her figure walking alone under the moon, you skidded to a stop. ‘Now or never.’

—

Hearing footsteps coming for her, Sana turned to see you panting deep and hard while leaning against a nearby lamp post. “Y/N?”

Taking a deep breath, you straightened your posture before walking towards her and handing her the wallet. Her eyes widened before taking it and smiled at you gratefully, “Thanks for this, Y/N. But you could’ve just texted me that you have it and return it to me tomorrow instead of running all the way here.” Sana then made a teasing gasp, “Don’t tell me you missed me already—“

“-Yes,” you interrupted, making her eyes widen as her smile faltered. “W-What?”

Sucking in all the courage you can gather, you determinedly gazed straight into her beautiful eyes. “I said, yes. I’ve already started to miss you the moment you left my sight. I’m also terribly sorry.”

You took a step closer to her before tucking her hair behind her ear, making her breath hitch. “I’m sorry for being such an oblivious idiot. I should’ve realized it earlier but I was dead set on the notion that I don’t deserve you, which made me ignore all the signs you’ve been giving me.”

Grasping her hand, you lifted it to press a kiss on her knuckles before lacing your fingers together. “Minatozaki Sana, I like—No, I love you. For a long time now, I think and I’m sorry if I acted like a coward for not admitting it earlier. Forgive me?”

Tears began to form in her eyes as your own orbs widened in fear as you began rambling. “And you’re crying..oh no. I’m sorry, don’t cry please! Just forget what I’ve sai—“

“Dummy,” you heard her mumble before slapping you on the arm. “What took you so long?!” She cried, big tears slipping down her face. “I was almost going to give up on you, you know?! I’ve loved you for so long and—“

“Loved?” You squeaked in panic. “As in past tense?”

“Of course I still love you now, Y/N-baka! Present tense!” She snapped at you and that was all the confirmation you needed. Despite the puffy eyes, red nose and flushed face, you still found her so so beautiful as you suddenly cupped her in the face and pressed a kiss on her lips to silence her.

Sana at first began to hit you in the arm with her fists until you grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to you and that made her snake her arms around your neck to deepen the kiss. When the lack of air became evident, you two broke it off before you thumbed away the remaining tears on her face.

“I really am sorry,” you whispered before raising a brow. “Wait, why didn’t you say anything?”

Sana hid her face on your chest before mumbling, “I was scared that maybe I was just assuming things.”

Your face softened as you kissed the top of her head before hugging her tight. A smile both appeared on your faces as you thought in unison, ‘Finally.’

—

The next morning...

“You’re now dating Sana-unnie/Minari?!”

You and Chaeyoung demanded from each other while your specific girlfriends were talking from a far.

“An old man...” You both explained in unison before your eyes widened and you both erupted in laughter. “Whoever that guy is, I’m grateful,” you said while she nodded before shooting you a grin. “I told you.”

“And I told you,” you retorted before gazing at your giggling girlfriend. “Let’s join them?”

“Eh, they’re gossiping in a dialect in Japanese. We wouldn’t be able to understand a thing,” Chaeyoung whined and you laughed. “We can simply just hug them while they’re talking. That’ll suffice, right?”

Her eyes lit up and before you knew it, you were being dragged to them. “Hey Jagi/Babe!” You and Chaeyoung greeted in unison before engulfing them in a tight hug.

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monotonemanday · 5 years

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A State Fair-y Tale

Another commission completed and posted! This was a commission for @rossyele Thank you so much for commissioning me, Bebe! I hope everyone enjoys. If you are interested in commissions or want details, send me a DM or an ask. (: Another Jumin Fic, coming at ya!

Upbeat circus type music could be heard in the distance in one direction and in the other there was pleasant music coming from a small stage, most likely a local band. Children running around, laughing, chasing one another, teenagers walking around hand in hand, parents enjoying a bit of a break from wrangling up kids all day.

The sun was out and there were only a few big bright fluffy white clouds in the beautiful light blue sky. You looked out across the huge field spotting so many different sectioned off areas, families with their spots set up in the grass, a small roller coaster, a large ship that rocked back and forth, something spinning at an alarming speed, a ferris wheel and a sea of different tents and booths for local vendors.

It had been awhile since you were at a State Fair. Ever since you had moved away from home you were constantly in big cities, and at present day, there was nothing small or rural about your life.

You had returned to your home town because one of your favorite cousins you had grown up with was getting married. You thought it would be the perfect opportunity to bring along your partner, your boyfriend. Show him off a bit.

The wedding went off perfectly. A beautiful ceremony and he had charmed everyone in attendance. Even your cousin, the blushing bride, had a few words of envy for you about how lucky you are. And you knew it to be true. You loved that you could show off your man. But now...here at the fair. It was a bit much. People couldn't stop staring.

With your blanket in one hand and his hand in the other you gave a side glance to your boyfriend. He insisted on wearing that three piece suit. His normal attire, but at a state fair? Well...it looked like he was running for mayor of the town or something. Trying to make a good impression.

"Jumin?"

He turned to face towards you, the sun dancing off his raven hair.

"Yes, love?"

"Are you sure you're okay wearing a suit? It's pretty warm out, and it will continue to get hotter."

He furrowed his brows together, signifying his entering into deep thought.

"Perhaps, I should have listened to you, my dear. It seems I have severely misinterpreted what a fair like this would be like. I am stubborn to a fault." He tugged your hand, pulling you in close to him and laid a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I can simply take off my suit jacket if it gets too warm."

You gave him a heartfelt smile and rolled your eyes internally. You loved how he dressed, how he carried himself and how he was so naive too certain things. Of course having a man escort you around in a suit made you feel almost like royalty, but you were in a small rural town, for the state fair, and you were going to show him what it was like. What it was like to genuinely experience something like this.

"Jumin, I brought a change of clothes in the car just in case your stubborn walls came down."

The corner of his lips upturned and he gave a throaty chuckle.

"Alright, love. I'll see if I can make it work."

As Jumin walked back to the car, you sauntered around for a bit and found the perfect spot in the grass. Unfolding the blanket you began to spread it out, when a group of women came up to you. You recognized them and greeted them kindly. They made a little bit of small talk but then immediately went into the third degree with their questions. Each one of course being about Jumin.

Once they heard the word "boyfriend" their jaws dropped. Asking if he was a politician, a celebrity, a billionaire playboy. If you were just his mistress, and if he needed another. You were becoming overwhelmed with their squawking, the heat getting to you on top of that. Feeling weak at the knees, you suddenly felt a gentle hand placed on the small of your back and a rich baritone voice silence they clucking hens.

"Good afternoon, Ladies. I hope you are enjoying yourselves. My dear, are these old friends of yours?"

Jumin was no longer in his suit but the wide eyed Mary's staring at him were still equally impressed. Now dressed in form fitting khaki shorts and a light lavender button up shirt, you found yourself staring as well. Him being so covered up most of the time, you often forgot how fit he looked. His calf muscles, his forearms, everything so toned. With a few blinks you snapped yourself back to reality and out of your day dream fantasies.

"Oh, yes this are some acquaintances that I used to know."

Jumin chatted with them amicably for a beat. If he allowed it, they probably would have talked to him the rest of the day and well into the night. But Jumin didn't waste time with such things and he also wasn't about to let a day with you go to waste.

"It was nice meeting you all, but I am afraid I have to cut things short. I am here on a date with my loved one and she has a lot to show me when it comes to these fairs." His hand once again found yours and he intertwined his fingers with yours. You both found each others gaze and smiled brightly at each other.

"Okay, let's go!" You begin to walk off in a random direction but your were stopped. Jumin had his feet planted and wasn't very...mobile. "Jumin?"

"We are leaving? But we just put the blanket down."

"Well yes, to save our spot. We will come back after we look around and get somethings to eat. This is really just where we'll come to take a break or if we get a whole bunch to eat and need to sit!"

Jumin loved your enthusiasm, but he was still a bit perplexed.

“We’re going to leave it unattended? What if it is stolen? If someone mistakes it for their own? Can someone take over this spot we have pick if we ourselves are not present”

Looping your arm through his and snuggling close to his side you stifled your giggling.

“This is a small community, Jumin. Not the big city. It will be fine here, I promise.” With a gentle nudge he let you know he was ready to go on the days adventure.

First, the two of you walked around arm in arm, getting the lay of the land. You explained which stalls were games, which were shops, and which sold food. You showed him where different competitions took place. Those were the most confusing for him.

“A pie eating contest? People compete in who can eat a dessert better? How can you tell who is eating it best?”

“Well Jumin, it’s whoever has the most enjoyable expression while eating.”

He blinked at you and rubbed the back of his head in inquiry.

"I don't think that is all that accurate..."

You let out a satisfying belly laugh and pecked his flushed cheek.

"Eating contests are when people try to eat the most of something in a certain amount of time. Pie's, Hot Dog's. Maybe one day we can find a Pancake eating contest and you can enter."

"Or a whine drinking contest?" Jumin asked in all seriousness as his eyes lit up like a child's on Christmas.

"I think you and Jihyun already have those at home."

The two of you laugh and make your way further down the line of sections.

"Are these the pie's they use for the contest?" When you looked to what Jumin was pointing at you saw a table with several different pies all lined up.

"Oh! No, that is the Pie BAKING contest. That's where locals bring their best attempts at pies and then the best one wins!"

"I see. So they bring in chefs and critics I am sure. With degrees and high levels of experience?"

"Uhm. No. Usually it's like, the Mayor, or a local business owner."

"Well that won't do. That is not fair to the people who are looking to have their baking judged. Clearly they are looking for praise and critique."

"Actually I think it's more of something they do for fu- no no no no Jumin! Get back here!" You were scream whispering at your boyfriend who left your side and was now talking to the woman he had seen holding the prize ribbons.

Hastily you ran up to them to try and diffuse the situation, when you recognized the woman. Mrs. Cook your old babysitter.

"Mrs. Cook I'm so sorry to-"

"Is this your girlfriend young man?" She interrupted you with a big hug and took a good look at you.

"You've grown so much! I was just talking to this charming young man. He mentioned his girlfriend was from here and I am assuming that he was talking about you!" She gave you another bear like hug. "I always knew you were going to end up with someone so successful! A businessman with unparalleled good looks as well!" She gave him a cheeky little wink of her own.

"Thank you, I hope he wasn't being too harsh with you abou-" You were interrupted again by her enthusiasm.

"No No! He's wonderful. Actually, I was wondering if you two would like to be the judges of the pie eating contest."

Looking over at Jumin, he slowly produced his most charming smile. You gently shook your head, embarrassed by his antics but for his sake you agreed. Before the competition started, Jumin asked you a few more questions. Like why do the pie's get accolades and ribbons when it was the person that baked the pie that is the real winner. You explained it's just for show in a way. He also explained to you why he asked your old babysitter for the task of judging the pies. How you are a local and fitting for the task and how he is a prominent business man and due to his high demand of fine dining with clients he has the perfect pallet for such a thing. The real reasons why he wanted to judge however, remained a mystery. But you had a hunch it was because he knew how much you loved pie. Once the two of you finished judging the pies, the contest was over, and local photographers and reporters were done swarming your boyfriend. The two of you continued on.

Jumin bought a few souvenirs at the stalls where people were selling hand crafted goods. You had him try several deep fried things, cotton candy, junk after junk after junk.

The two of you played some games. Jumin was perfect at the ring toss, the two of you were dead awful at the shooting range and Jumin ended up winning you a large stuffed animal playing darts. Not because he was good at it, but because he had ended up asking the worker so many questions and going over so many statistics that the worker gave it to him just so he would get out of his hair. You saw some more people that you recognized from your past and watched a couple of bands on the stage. Jumin seemed very fond of how calm and simple it was having a gentle local band performing for a crowd.

After walking around and introducing Jumin to fresh squeezed lemonade, the two of you returned to your blanket and sat down with a funnel cake for each of you.

The crispy fried bread topped with the messy powdered sugar smelt so delicious and so inviting. Familiar to you but foreign to Jumin. Ready to take an enormous bite yourself you noticed Jumin looking at his hesitantly.

"Is something wrong, hun?"

"Well..." His cheeks were a light pink and he held the plate up to his eye level. "It's just...how are you supposed to eat this? The sugar on the top is very messy. There are no utensils. And everything else we ate today, well for the most part, came on a stick."

"You use your hands, Jumin." Your heart was bursting with joy and love for this adorable man.

Holding your funnel cake in the air, making a proper path to your mouth you suddenly felt a breeze whip by you and a bite from your funnel cake was gone.

"Jumin! You use your own hands! To eat your own food!" You burst out laughing as you catch him with his cheeks puffed out. Stuffed with the big bite he just took. He swallowed and closed his eyes, shaking his head.

"Darling, I have learned many things today but this is where you are wrong. Eating it this way is much better." He picked his funnel cake off of his plate and held it carefully to your mouth. You took a bite and blushed once you realized the two of you were feeding each other in plain view of everyone else.

The day was coming to an end and the two of you folded up your blanket. With the sun getting ready to set, Jumin took your hand and walked you to the Ferris Wheel. You waited in line while each basket rotated to the bottom for people to step in. When it was your turn, you got in the basket and Jumin stopped short.

"There is no worker that escorts us in here? A driver for our basket?"

"Jumin...there's no-"

He stepped inside and gave you a smirk, with kind gentle eyes.

"I know. I was simply making a joke."

The two of you sat across each other, your basket mid way up, waiting for the actual ride to start. Suddenly you felt it shifting and sway back and forth.

"Jumin! You're making the weight un-even!" You were scolding him as you were clinging onto the front of his shirt. He had stood up and moved to sit directly next to you.

"I know that, love. But I feel better having you safe in my arms instead of across the way."

With your nerves settled the Ferris Wheel began it's journey. You leaned on his shoulder and the two of you watched the sunset in silence for several rotations. Occasionally you felt him lay a gentle kiss on top of your head.

"Jumin, thank you for coming with me."

"Hhmmm?" He looked down at you and you looked up to see him a bit puzzled.

"We came here for my cousins wedding. We didn't have any other reason for being here. But you made time to come to the state fair, on a date with me. Thank you."

He pulled you in closer and you rested your head on his shoulder once more. "No, dear. Thank you. I never thought like this things were a necessity, and I never thought that the way I grew up made me anything but normal. I never thought I had to participate in these kinds of things to make me like everyone else. And I still don't. I learned a lot of things and had a lot of fun. I needed to come here today not to be like everyone else, but because this is a part of you and the world you grew up in. So it's important that I take part in it too."

Feeling immense light and love you craned your neck so that the two of you could share a soft kiss. Enjoying all of the sounds, the breeze, and looking back on the memories of today, you realized something.

No matter where you are, what you are doing, how he is dressed, or if he is doing something new or something he has done a thousand times; He will always be the prince making you feel like a princess living out a fairy tale. Because no one could ever love, comfort, care for, or deliver, like Jumin Han.

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@silverfire13 won second place in my 1500 Followers Giveaway and this was their request! Honestly, I wanted it to be longer but these idiots just weren’t having it.

Pairing: MadaraSakura Word count: 5083 Rating: T+ Summary: A cautionary tale on why you shouldn't play with things that don't belong to you which doesn't turn out very cautionary.

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Halves To The Whole

Long hair and associated vanity aside, Madara was pretty sure that his brother was the more feminine between the two of them. Hearing his own voice reach octaves which shouldn’t have been possible after puberty did its work was enough to make him question that surety – or it would have if he weren’t currently batting for control over his own body. Fingers groped at his flesh in odd places and Madara scrambled to stop them before they could go anywhere interesting. They were his own fingers, damn it, it shouldn’t be this hard!

“Not there!” he wheezed, clamping one of his hands around the wrist of the other.

“What the fuck is happening!?” It was weird having someone else speak through his own vocal chords, feeling the movement and hearing the sounds but knowing that he himself did not speak a word. Madara’s brain derailed briefly to question how she managed to make him sound different.

“Just calm down,” he snarled back. “We can’t figure out what happened if we’re panicking.”

“I don’t want to be a boy!”

Madara rolled his eyes then yelped when his own fingers pinched his side in retaliation. “What the hell! You’re only pinching yourself too, you know!”

His companion didn’t answer but he could feel her seething somewhere inside him, which was pretty much the opposite of any experience he had ever imagined between the two of them. If he had a choice he would have preferred to feel himself inside of her rather than the other way around, although he still wouldn’t have wanted it to happen quite this way. Clearly Sakura agreed with that last point.

“Didn’t I warn you that sneaking around Tobirama’s labs wasn’t a good idea?” Together they wobbled toward the table, both of them trying to guide the legs of their shared body and sending all sorts of confusing signals to the muscles. Madara sighed. “But noooo you can’t control your curiosity can you? You’re as bad as my cats!”

“Alright! There’s no use complaining about it. We’ll just have to ask Tobirama how the hell to reverse, uh, whatever this is.” Her words faltered and it was enough for him to interject with scornful pique.

“What if I don’t want to go begging to that bleached asshole?”

They paused and he could feel the gears of her thoughts turning, control of their body shifting entirely over to him for a few blessed moments as she hesitated before speaking again. “Sometimes you say things and I wonder if you know that it means two things. Do you know what a bleached asshole is?”

His response was little more than a growl at first as she began to instinctively struggle for control again and nearly sent their body toppling backwards. Neither of them spoke for a little while after that. Getting out the door and down the path took much longer than it should have and his frustration was only increased by the fact that he couldn’t truly be mad at her for that. She couldn’t help the fact that her brain was trying to tell her current legs to walk at the same time that his was. Two minds in the same body were bound to create a bit of disparity, whether they meant to or not.

Eventually they made it close enough to the main house to wobble over to the fence, hold on for dear life, and holler for Hashirama. Who was not actually home at the moment, as they discovered after a short battle for control over his sensing abilities.

“Fuck.”

“You watch your language, young lady.”

“Excuse me but right now I’m a young man and you can shove my language where the sun don’t shine.” Sakura paused. “After I get out of your body, though. Don’t shove anything anywhere until I get the hell out of here.”

“I hate every single thing about this,” he grumbled.

Wrenching control over to herself for a moment, Sakura sent them both slumping down to the ground and propped them up against the closest fence post. “Yeah, yeah. Me too. Look, I didn’t get stuck a hundred years before I was even born just to also get stuck in your body so don’t whine at me like you’re the one getting the short end of the stick here. I never wanted a penis. Now I’ve got one. So cool your jets and let’s just wait here to see if help comes, alright?”

Madara stewed wordlessly for a moment, knowing she could feel his irritation. Eventually the curiosity overwhelmed him and he just had to ask.

“What are jets?”

“That’s what you got out of that? Ugh!”

“You didn’t answer me,” he pointed out. She groaned again. It sounded much harsher coming out of his throat than it would have coming from hers and he didn’t like it.

Sakura tended to make delicate sounds which belied the terrible destruction she was able to wreak upon the world around her. From one moment to the next she could switch from laughter as sweet as birdsong to bringing an entire building crashing down with the flick of a single finger. Madara sort of hated how intriguing he found it. She’d never made a secret of how wary she felt around him, even now several years after she found herself stuck in the past – a revelation that still struck him every so often.

Gaining this woman’s trust had taken more effort and energy than building a whole village had and he still wasn’t sure if he had succeeded entirely, which made it incredibly hard to decide how to interact with her. If he was even a little bit surer of his standing in her eyes he might have had the courage to ask her to dinner. As it was, he wasn’t sure she wouldn’t immediately put her fist through his chest just for suggesting it.

Waiting for Hashirama to come home was an exercise in excruciating boredom interrupted with brief periods of bickering. Sakura could be just as sassy as his younger cousin Hikaku but at least she looked cute doing it, not to mention that she never went for the low blow unless she was actually mad at you. Madara shamelessly took advantage of her touchy nature to start a few fights as they sat there on the ground. It was better than staring off in to space doing nothing, in his opinion, and although he would never admit to it he did rather enjoy their little spats. They quite often provided opportunities for him to admire her quick mind.

Nothing like a good argument and rapid fire insults to show off a bit of creativity.

He knew he was pushing his luck when he felt his teeth begin to grind together but luckily that was when Hashirama finally wandered up the street, humming to himself and swinging his arms in exaggerated motions. He very nearly walked right passed them towards the front of the house but stopped when Madara and Sakura both tried to call out to him at the same time – which, of course, meant they accomplished nothing more than gargling loudly in his direction.

“Madara? What are you doing sitting on the ground over there? Did Mito kick you out again?” He made his way over and stopped to look down at the man on the ground strangely when he began to snicker, followed immediately by a scowl directed at nothing.

“Shut up! Stop laughing!”

“Uhm…I didn’t?”

“Not you. Where is that infernal brother of yours? I have a…situation.”

Hashirama tilted his head to one side curiously. “What kind of situation would have you sitting on the ground in my backyard? That you need my brother’s help with?”

“I–“

“We’re stick together!”

“Shut up I was going to tell him!”

“Well there’s no point in beating around the bush.”

“I know that; would you just shut up and let me talk?”

“Are you feeling okay?” Hashirama asked slowly, taking one careful step back. Both Madara and Sakura glared at him in the first united motion they had made so far. Madara crossed their arms petulantly.

“Yes I’m fine. But I, er, we might have, ah, touched something in Tobirama’s laboratory which did something…interesting. If I sound like I’m arguing with myself it’s only because Sakura-san also happens to be occupying my body at the moment.”

Rather than waste time gaping in surprise – he’d seen his fair share of weird things come out of Tobirama’s lab over the years after all – Hashirama nodded with a reflective hum as though this was all very reasonable. “I see, yes, that does explain. Ah, if I might ask where Sakura-san’s body is? Did you fuse together entirely?”

“No, we left my body back in the lab,” Sakura answered with Madara’s mouth. “We can barely manage to walk; carrying me around was a non-option.”

“Right. Okay, well. I suppose I should go get Tobirama. He should be able to fix you two right up!”

Madara managed to shake his fist at the retreating man’s back only because his body buddy wasn’t paying attention. “Walk faster you nincompoop!” he shouted. Hashirama laughed as he rounded the corner. “I hate him.”

“You love him.”

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t.”

His only consolation was in the fact that she didn’t fight the pout he settled on to their face. The surety in her voice was worrisome. If she was that confidant in his toleration for her then it wasn’t that big of a leap to assume she might suspect his affection as well. Very worrisome indeed.

Not wanting Tobirama to see him lolling about in the dirt without any shred of dignity, Madara scrambled to regain his feet while Sakura tried to detach her mind so that he could do as he wished. She did lose her concentration when he tried to wipe the dirt off the back of his robes and both of them contributed to the heat in his face when his hand accidentally groped his own ass.

“I didn’t mean to,” Sakura blurted.

“Well I certainly wasn’t the one who did that!” he snarled back. Of course not. Did he believe his ass was one of the finer pieces in the village? Yes. Did he feel the need to stroke it in public? No!

“Are you suggesting that I did?”

“There are only two of us in here. Or at least there better be. I don’t know if I could handle having a third person stuck in this mess as well.”

“You’re a mess,” Sakura mumbled weakly. Madara’s hand went instinctively to his hair.

He was still trying to come up with a suitably intelligent reply when the air a few feet to one side of them displaced and Tobirama stepped out of nothingness to stare at them with narrowed eyes. Madara stared back at haughtily as he could with Sakura trying to shift his features in to a smile. The results of their conflicting signals probably left his face twitching like a mad beast.

Which, admittedly, wasn’t so bad. Tobirama already thought of him as a mad beast and he’d done very little to discourage that opinion over the years.

“My, my. What have you gotten yourself in to this time, Uchiha?” How Tobirama managed to pack so much judgment in to the movement of a single eyebrow was a mystery he didn’t care to solve. Madara glared harder.

“Fuck you,” he snapped.

“Ah, that isn’t smart. If you wish for me to fix this situation then you’d best be polite, else I might decide it’s too much trouble.”

Sakura shook a clenched fist with the arm not holding on to the fence. “You wouldn’t leave me in here like that! Senju I swear I will feed you your own teeth if you don’t get me out of here right now!”

“Hn.” By the twitch on Tobirama’s features, it was clear he was much more cautious of Sakura’s revenge than Madara’s and he probably hadn’t expected her to be able to speak up for herself. Hashirama must not have explained the situation very well. Either that or Tobirama had heard that Madara got himself in to trouble and rushed over to gloat without waiting to hear the details. That sounded very like him.

Without saying anything else, the man turned away and motioned for them to follow along as he retreated back up the path they had wobbled their way down before, heading towards his laboratory behind the Senju main house. Madara and Sakura struggled to follow behind. Their steps were just as uneven and jerky as they had been before but it seemed like they might actually be getting the hang of this; they managed to take at least a few steps in sync without swaying dangerously. Sakura grumbled about longer legs and how she wasn’t used to being so high above the ground.

Madara took the compliment even if it wasn’t meant as one. It wasn’t very often he got to feel tall when his best friend was a bloody tree and himself barely above average.

By the time they made it in to the lab Tobirama was already seated at one of the work surfaces with a bunch of his notes spread out around him, fingers drumming along the line of his chin in arrhythmic patterns. A frown appeared on his face and Madara echoed it without thinking. Whatever Tobirama had to frown about probably wouldn’t bode well for them.

“I have good news and bad news, Sakura-san,” he said at last.

“Oi, I’m in here too!” Madara’s scowl deepened when Tobirama continued to ignore him.

“The good news is that I can reverse the merge and return your consciousness to your own body. However, the bad news is that I won’t be able to reverse the merge entirely.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Sakura demanded. They propped their hands on theirs hips indignantly at the same time.

Tobirama sighed and rubbed at the crease between his brows. “It means that you should stay out of my personal areas and not play with things you don’t understand. The seal was meant to swap your bodies but it wasn’t complete yet and instead you were woven together into one. I can return you to your own body but your minds will stay linked. Forever, I’m afraid.”

“Forever!?”

“Indeed.” The man shrugged heartlessly. “The seal was experimental. I’ve no idea what precisely it did so I’ve no idea how to reverse it either.”

“Unacceptable,” Madara growled.

“Do you want your bodies back or not?” Tobirama asked him in a deceptively mild tone. Neither Madara nor Sakura answered with more than affirmative grumbles and he nodded decisively. “Then I shall get you both back to where you belong and neither of you are going to complain about it. This mess is your fault; deal with the consequences.”

The two of them subsided to wallow in their shocked disappointment.

It actually took a surprisingly short time for Tobirama to go through his notes and ink out a seal which he hoped would do the trick to send Sakura back to her own body, although neither of them were about to complain about that. Waiting was made difficult by the way they could barely stand still properly but they did their best to remain quiet until finally he lifted the scroll he was using and waved it through the air to dry the ink, peering down at the floor where still no one had bothered to move Sakura, to her annoyance.

“Hopefully this works,” he muttered.

“What do you mean hopefully?” Madara jabbed a finger at the other man. “It’s your stupid experiment, it had better work!”

“It was an unfinished experiment, you boob.” Tobirama glared back at him until Sakura rolled Madara’s eyes and took control long enough to smack him upside the head with one of his own hands. He squawked irritably, although that was more because she did so right in front of Tobirama than for any sense of pain.

With much grumbling from both men they converged on the table in the center of the room. Tobirama cleared enough space to lay out the scroll and instructed them to place one of their hands in the center – easier said than done. Both of them tried to move at once without thinking and sent the hand flopping off wildly to one side. Madara snarled to just let him do it and he could feel Sakura trying but their second attempt still didn’t quite go where they wanted it to. On the third attempt he left that hand to her and took control of the other, making him look like a child flailing at the scroll with both arms, but he was pleased to note that it worked, at least.

Darkness filled their vision for a moment and Madara could only describe the sensation he was experiencing as having his insides torn out all at once. It wasn’t exactly a physical feeling and yet it left his body reeling with nausea and an instant headache, neither of which had happened when they merged together before. In a burst of distrusting suspicion, he wondered if Tobirama hadn’t taken the opportunity to do something nefarious, a thought which didn’t help him stay calm at all. Then his vision restored at last and as he crumpled to the floor he caught a glimpse of Sakura stirring in the corner, limbs twitching and eyes fluttering open.

It didn’t feel like they were separated. Her presence was still very much right there inside his mind, her thoughts a murmuring in the background and her emotions muted like music playing from one room over. The only difference was in the way he could sense that he was the only person in control of his body now without having to fight against another mind.

Madara’s vision returned slowly, his eyes seeking out Sakura first and watching her rub at the side of her head while Tobirama inspected her eyes, presumably giving her a medical once-over to ensure she had suffered the transfer without any negative side effects. He could feel the nervous edge to her emotions and the way she was forcing herself to stay still. She was clearly feeling the same restlessness he was yet managed not to disturb Tobirama’s checkup until the man stood up straight and waved to indicate that she was fine. Then she slumped and Madara felt the waves of relief washing through her.

When she had been riding inside his mind as an unwanted passenger her emotions hadn’t been half as prominent. Perhaps, he theorized, it was because his body belonged to him and prioritized his reactions over her own – or perhaps their reluctant savior truly had fucked something up in his efforts to clean up their mess. There was no way of knowing which at the moment.

“Ah, you’re not dead,” Tobirama noted with disappointment shading his words. Madara scowled.

“Wish you were,” he growled.

“Hn. I’m sure you’re fine. If you want a medical examination then go find my brother.”

“Now hold on a moment!” Madara flung one hand out to grab on to the edge of a nearby table and slowly haul himself to his feet. “I could be dying of something you did for all we know and you’re not even going to take the time to check?”

Tobirama blinked at him slowly. “No. Now get out of my lab.”

The only thing that stopped him from breathing out the biggest Grand Fireball he’d ever created right there in front of many explosive materials was Sakura’s hand around his wrist, dragging him around and leading him to the door while her exasperation rang clearly in his mind. He couldn’t quite decipher the words she was thinking but even just the gist of it was enough to tell him that he was in for a hard lecture if he didn’t smarten up his act – a sentiment he resented. She was neither his wife nor his keeper so she had no right to be modulating his behavior in any way.

Only halfway between the laboratory and the Senju main house, Sakura came to an abrupt halt and spun around to face him with her cheeks turning red.

“Whatever you were just thinking about, stop it!” she demanded.

“I’ll think whatever I want!” he shouted back. Just because he could, he imagined her in a frilly little apron, standing by the stove and waiting to serve him dinner like a good ‘socially acceptable’ wife should.

“Stop it!”

“No!”

They glared at each other, fists clenched at both of their sides. Sakura looked away first when the blush on her cheeks spread out to the tips of her ears and Madara could feel the way she both shied away from and yet longed for whatever images she was seeing inside her own mind.

“Wife. What absolute nonsense! I am not your wife!”

“I never said you were,” he insisted. “But if it bothers you so much then let me think about it even more!”

Closing his eyes for a moment, he deliberately imagined the two of them holding hands and strolling down the street together, doing his best to ignore the strong pull of desire he felt for the scene to be real. He winced when a wave of shock rolled over him and he realized his companion had felt the wanting he was trying to ignore. Madara cracked one eye open cautiously, half expecting to see an angry fist coming straight for his face just for taking such liberties when his thoughts concerned her.

He found her biting her lip and staring at her toes instead, weight bouncing on the balls of her feet. Faint traces of nervous anticipation drifted across their strange connection.

“You want me…to be your wife?” she asked slowly. Madara spluttered.

“Who said I wanted–? I never–! Well obviously you’d be a good match for anyone but no one said it had to be me!”

“Hmm.” She peered up at him, demure yet thoughtful. “But you do want it,” she concluded, extrapolating from his disjointed ramblings. Madara’s face contorted and his jaw opened and closed several times while he searched for a way to answer.

In the end he slumped and crossed his arms defensively. “As I said. You would be a good match for anyone.”

“Ah-ah! Be a big boy and admit it! You like me!”

“Gloating does not become you, Sakura-san.”

“But being a perfect little wife would, huh?” She flashed him a dangerous looking grin that warned him not to agree. He already knew better than that anyway, even if he had shared such an opinion.

“Perfection is boring,” he muttered, looking away as though bored. “I much prefer a woman with a brain in her head, one who can keep up with me both in battle and otherwise. Someone who rolls over on command and waits at home to simper over a perfectly cooked meal could never satisfy me.”

The feeling of her amusement was overwhelmed only by the triumph rising like an inescapable tide. Madara was straightening his back with pride before he even realized that it was her emotion instead of his own.

“I see,” she said quietly, in direct contrast with how loud her feelings were to him.

“You – what do you see? What?”

“Lots of things. For instance, I see how you have your weight settled back on your heels the way you always do when you’re uncomfortable but trying to act all stoic instead.”

Madara wrinkled his nose in distaste for being so obvious.

“I also see the way your hands keep clenching unconsciously only to unclench when you realize it; an effort to appear casual, I’m sure.”

“You think you know everything, don’t you?”

“Well you’re not that hard to figure out,” she told him. “Besides, I still have this weird echo of you in my head and you don’t feel very upset to me; you feel nervous and worried and – dare I say it – yearning but not upset” Her lips bowed upwards in a victorious smirk that was more attractive than it really had any right to be. Madara huffed, searching for any words at all that he could pull together in to a rational sentence.

“Shut up,” was all he came up with.

“Maybe I’ll shut up if you kiss me. But don’t take all day about it. We’ve already wasted enough time dancing around each other, wouldn’t you say?”

His jaw hung open in shock at her boldness and it took a few seconds before he was able to muster a response to that. Sakura waited patiently. Likely she could hear the mental static going on inside his head and understood that he wasn’t dismissing her, only startled and still trying to reboot his brain.

Finally Madara gave up on coherent words and opted for just reaching out to pull the woman in towards him, holding her as tightly as he dared as he bent the short distance between them to kiss her. It felt like being whole again. Madara didn’t bother to wonder if that was due to their odd connection or the feelings he had been hiding for well over a month now, using his dwindling brain power instead to catalogue the quiet happy sigh she made and the way her palms rested gently against his chest as though to capture the beating of his heart.

Completely sunk in to the kiss, he was jolted back out of it when he felt her sharp fingernails dig in and scratch their way down his chest suggestively. His entire body shivered under the pleasant sensation.

“Don’t start things that you do not intent to finish,” he growled warningly, pulling back to narrow his eyes at her and shivering again when he saw the way she was looking up at him, something heated and feral behind her eyes that reminded him of a cornered predator.

“Oh I very much intend to finish this,” she corrected him. “Several times before dinner, maybe again after if you’re good.”

“You are a wicked woman, did you know that?”

Sakura winked and stood up on her toes, speaking with her lips brushing against his own. “Yes, I did know that.”

He didn’t have the time to say anything else before a flare of chakra drew their attention away from each other, over to where Tobirama now stood at the top of the path with his arms crossed over his chest and a look of distaste curling his upper lip. While his face went through a few more contortions, Sakura made a point of burrowing deeper in to Madara’s arms.

“It’s not polite to interrupt such an intimate moment,” she called over. He bared his teeth.

“Perhaps you should not defile my personal property with such displays, then. Go make your poor choices somewhere that is not my backyard.”

“Excuse me?” Sakura’s lips turned down in an offended pout. “Are you saying I’m a bad choice?”

“Only that you are making one, my dear.” The two men sneered at each other with mutual distaste.

He did have a point though, as much as Madara hated to admit it. They were terribly exposed here, visible to anyone walking along the street who might peeking over at just the right angle. Besides that, Hashirama still hadn’t returned from wherever he wandered off to and Madara wasn’t willing to risk that he wouldn’t decide to come home and interrupt right when things got interesting. With that in mind he stepped away from Sakura and took her by the hand.

“My home is close and perfectly empty at the moment,” he offered. “There will be fewer irritating interruptions if we adjourn there.”

“What an excellent idea,” she purred.

Tobirama shifted and raised his chin to watch them go until Sakura turned back to look at him and call out once more in a deliberately light tone which could probably be heard several streets away.

“Later, Tobes! I’m off to ride Madara in to the mattress! Thank you for all your help!”

While her friend choked on his own tongue and cursed the both of them for that mental image, Sakura pranced away with a smile on her face. She was forced to drag Madara along as he seemed to having difficulties remembering how to work both of his legs at the same time. It looked quite similar to the jerky wobbling gait they had managed when sharing a single body. Madara tried not to imagine how much of a fool he looked like at the moment, desperately hoping Sakura meant her words despite having too much pride to actually ask.

After he was finally able to gather his wits he hurried to walk with her rather than trail after her like an eager puppy on a leash. Then he bit the inside of his cheek and looked away as the image of her holding his leash popped in to his head. He was not prepared for how much he enjoyed the thought of that.

Sakura halted in her tracks to stare at him with wide eyes.

“Whatever you are thinking of now: yes, I approve, let’s go.”

“Ah, I don’t know that I wish to share that particular thought.”

“You share it, I’ll do it.”

“Right! Shall we–?”

Now it him rushing ahead while Sakura laughed. The sound of her laughter was almost as sweet as the sensation of her genuine fond amusement bubbling up inside him. Perhaps there was a silver lining to this strange situation after all: he would never have cause to doubt his standing with her again. Being able to feel the way she reacted to him, the intensity of her emotions and the way she seemed to want this just as much as he did, was an incredible gift. How many times had he wished in the past that he could be granted a way to see inside her head for just a moment?

Softness could come later, though. The first thing he planned to do with this gift was, of course, show her just how much fire he had built up inside of him from all the time he’d spent watching and wondering. He couldn’t wait to feel her fall apart beneath him – and to hold her together for as long as she would have him.

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