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slashingdisneypasta · 3 years

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Total Drama Villains x Reader || Drabble Set

Plot: You forget to take a towel to the shower and only realise after the shower, so you open the window to stick your head out and ask whoever's out there (Hoping someone is out there) to grab you one but to your chagrin- there's just a villain.

Includes: Chris, Heather, Mal and Scott.

Warnings: Mmmm, I dont think so. Swearing? A kiss?

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All:

You slowly look around the room, very very aware of the fact that you're naked and cold in a room that does not have a great lock on it. "Ohhhhhh no." The words come out low and steady... but are just brimming with panic.

No. Towel.

No towel!!

Finally you gasp, covering the bottom half of your face with your hands and looking at the benches and the sinks in dread. You accidentally came in here without a towel!!

The sudden sound of footsteps out the back of the cabin rips a gasp from your throat and you lunge at the window, unlatching the lock and opening it to see who it is. Before you even stick your head out, you're calling for whoever it to stop. Please. Hold on! I need your help!

Chris McLean:

*You are an adult camper.

When you actually see who's standing out there, you groan. Chris McLean stands outside on the grass, hands in his pockets and an intrigued look in his eyes. He know's he's about to be amused, or he's going to amuse himself depending on what kind of trouble you're in- or what kind of help you apparently need.

"What's up?~"

"Nevermind."

"Oh no no no! Come on, you can confide in Uncle Chris, cant you?"

A whine tumbles out of you. Uncle Chris?? Grooooooooss. He see's and acknowledges your disgusted reaction to him calling himself that, but just giggles. He doesn't leave, to your utter annoyance.

What other choice do you have?? Rolling your eyes, you look down at your feet instead of meeting his beady eyes and wiggle your toes. And mutter suuuuper quietly, half hoping he doesn't hear you. "I forgot to bring a towel... and I really need one... " And, this part you say especially quietly. For seriously asking Chris fucking McLean for a hand would be akin to letting your dignity pack its bags and fly the coop. "... and would you please get one for me... "

"... Sorry, I didn't catch that. What didja say?"

Oh god. A little louder, you say shortly. "... I forgot a towel... "

Chris smirks at that, rolling back on the feels of his feet. "And? What would you like from me, Y/N?"

Finally too frustrated to keep playing this stupid game with the show's host, you snap your eyes up to his and cross your arms. "Fine! Damnit. Get me a towel, please."

Immediately, a cat like grin slowly spreads across Chris' face. Its the most evil thing you have ever seen.

"Now why would I do that when I could get Chef here to send in a buncha rabid bats with you and flush you out?" Christ teases - no, threatens. But then again, does he know the difference in the first place? - , that famous, alabaster white, terror instilling grin on his face as usual. "Now that's, good TV!"

You groan, head falling back on your neck, in frustration. "Chrr-ris!!"

"Ha ha! Well? What do you expect?" You cant argue with that, but you cans till groan again. "Okay, fine. I'll get you a towel! But what will you do for me, heh? Nothing comes for free."

"Oh, don't I know it. I've been on this show for 3 seasons now." For some reason.

"Heh heh."

"Fine, I'll... " Ugh, something for Chris... You blow air out of your cheeks slowly, in thought. What would Chris like? Well, he'd sure get kick out of you getting one of your friends hurt but that's sure as hell not happening. Finally, after a few moments, you get an idea. And scowl. "I'll be sure to drum up some drama for you. Good TV, right?"

"For sure! Promise?~"

Sighing, you lean tiredly on the window sill. "Oh, I cross my heart and hope to die." You promise him like he's a child, which he basically is. Chris McLean has got the maturity level and the intelligence package of a 7 year old on crack.

"Wicked! Heh heh, this'll be good. Okay, hang tight. I'll be back."

You smirk at his retreating back.

When he finally gets back and hands you a towel - a much nicer towel then what you and the other campers have been using. Which is nice? But also, you cant help but worry about what kind of strings might be attached to it, - through a crack in the door, you carefully wrap it around your body and tightly tuck it in.

"I'll want that towel back" He snaps, cranky. Why?? He could've just gone and gotten you your towel! "I imported that from Fiji!"

Of course he did.

Now you take a deeeeeeep breath, gathering all your courage, and killing the butterflies reeking havoc in your stomach. Then open the door again and grab hold of the front of Chris' signature teal shirt and wrench him close before he can walk too far off.

And you smash your lips together and slam your eyes tightly closed.

When you pull back from the kiss - a horrible, unpleasant, bad kiss, - you immediately wipe your mouth with your arm and let him go. But when you reveal your mouth again, you're for damn sure smirking at the stunned man. "Is that dramatic enough for you, Chris? A camper and the host? Scandalous- I bet we'll be front page news."

Then quickly you lock yourself inside the bathroom again, not really caring for his reaction- which only comes, finally, minutes later when you're half way dressed.

"DAMN IT Y/N!!"

Heather:

"Hm." Heather crosses her arms, an evil smirk on her lips- opportunity has knocked on her door. Or, the inside of the shower cabin. "You need something from me. Well! What will you do for me return? Hm?"

As expected. "I will vote for whoever you want me to at 2 different instances of your choice going forward. Except for myself, I wont vote myself out."

She thinks for a moment, but definitely looks pleased. "Three, different instances of my choice."

Fucks sake- "Fine! Just- please! I'm getting cold and one of the boys could come in here at any time and see me butt ass naked!!"

Uncrossing her arms and setting her hands on her hips instead, Heather laughs. "Oh- one of these boys? Shower? Haha. Have you smelled them??"

You blush darkly at her joking with you; At your worry but not your expense, before shaking your head of silly feelings and usher the pretty girl Heather, forward. "Go! Go! Get my towel already."

"Be right back." She rolls her eyes, heading off.

When she gets back, she reaches up to the window with the towel and you gratefully take it, beginning to dry off any drips from your body and get dressed as quickly as possible. "Thank you Heather!!"

"Mhm, yeah. Sure."

A few minutes later when you leave the door, Heather's waiting for you on the porch and you basically have a small stroke- jesus christ, why is she there!? STILL!?

"Oh, relax. I'm just cashing in some of your part of the bargain." She sneers, walking closer to you and pressing a sharp fingernail into your chest. "Dont forget, you owe me now."

"I remember Heather, we did this like 10 minutes ago."

"Good." She smiles, a tint of evil to it still. Pleasantly surprised that you're being so obedient. She leans back. "Okay, so Gwen's got to go. You got that? She's out. Vote for her and you're third done with your debt to me."

"Yes ma'am." You smirk, brushing by her and stalking off back to your cabin to put away your things.

Heather watches, hands on her hips and her own smirk on her lips. You might just be useful out of this bunch of losers. Not quite a diamond in the rough, but... better, at least. For sure. "Hm."

Mal:

"Oh- Mike!" You exclaim excitedly as soon as you see the lanky, dark haired boy. What luck!!

But then he slowly turns around; A dark, sinister grin on his face and hair over one eye. And your heart immediately drops.

This is not Mike. Neither is it Chester, Svetlana, Vito or Manitoba- any of which would have been just fine alternatives for this moment.

This has to be fucking Mal. You've met him before, and absolutely nevermind on the luck front.

"Nope." Yep- the grizzly, deep voice that responds to you can belong to no one other then Mike's chaotic evil alter. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. You continue to chant curses in your head as he turns around fully and comes forward, looking up with evil glinting in his eyes at you like a twisted Flynn Rider to your Rapunzel.

The kind that makes you rather stay inside your tower- its safer here then out there with him. You don't go out to meet the rabid pit bull!!

"Ummm, nevermind! Go about your business, I'm fine here. See ya!"

"Oh no. What'd you want from little Mikey?" He asks, crossing his arms and tilting his head to the side, cruelly inquisitive. You chew on your bottom lip. Damn it; You've peaked his interest. Fuck.

"Um... " The sound comes out quiet and insure as you look down at the grass before his feet instead of his face. You're so nervous. "Well, I... I forgot my towel before I took my shower, and uh... I was just gonna ask him if he could go get me one."

For a moment, he's silent. Your gaze flickers up to his face to see an utterly wolfish look on his face, eyes gleaming with mischief before averting your eyes again to the grass.

Then a loud puff of hard, unpleasant laughter escapes him. He doubles over, holding his stomach as he guffaws at your embarrassing situation. You roll your eyes and cross your arms.

"Oh shut up," You snap, bravely- making him cut off his laughter immediately and look at you. You dare to fucking talk to him like that? "Come on, go get me a towel, please!! I'll owe you one."

After a moment, he stands up straight again and crosses his arms. Yes, he could do something horrible to you right now to teach you not to talk back to him; but it looks like you're going to struggle without his help. All he has to do is watch! "Hmm, nope!"

"Come on!"

"Not gonna happen."

"Ugh." You groan, leaving the window and Mal and plopping down on a bench. Fucking bastard.

This is so awkward. Especially since you know he's still out there!! And he could send someone in at any time.

... Minutes later, and you're still dripping wet but now freezing fricken cold, a towel is flung in through the still open window and lands on the wet floor near your feet. Your eyebrows fly up your forehead, as you look from it in surprise and to the window.

Mal's voice calls through it. "There! Its no fun if you just sit and bear your punishment." Huff. You can just imagine the cute boy - the look works for Mike, but is just very odd on Mal, - crossing his arms and setting his jaw, or even pouting. His voice just sound sooo frustrated. "I'll get you another time, anyway. Everyone will go down, eventually."

"Oh... mhm, oh sure." I mean, I can at least listen to his evil babble since he got me a towel, you think as you start drying yourself down and getting dressed.

A moment after you've got your shirt on, the door is kicked open and Mal stands on the threshold, making you jump. "Jesus christ!- "

"Kiss thank you?"

"Get outta here!" Absolutely not!

Scott:

Peering out from the window, you nearly miss the boy leant up against the cabin beneath you, in fact you would have- if it weren't for his bright orange hair. You gasp, unintentionally getting his attention and smiling brightly when he looks up to find you. "Scott!"

A confused, yet somehow still evil expression paints his face. "Y/N?? What are you doing?"

"Well farm-boy, how do you feel about giving a lady a hand??"

Scott snorts, getting off the wall and stepping back to see you properly. "Lady? I don't see any lady here."

Oh- Bastard. You look back into the bathroom before disappearing from the window for a moment before returning, and promptly clobbering him with an empty shampoo bottle. "You see her now!?"

"Ugh... yeah." He grumbles more malleably now, much more open to suggestion as he rubs his forehead. "Sure, now I see her... ow."

Now you feel a little bad. He looks so pitiful when he's in pain... and yes he's a rat but... its still not okay to hurt someone. You aren't Chris. And also you're getting colder and colder as the water drips unimpeded down your skin and maybe its making you soft. "Ohh... okay, I'm sorry."

He glances up at you, surprised at your apology. "Ahh, no problem, I guess... " Did someone just apologise for whacking him on this show? He crosses his arms, raising a curious look to your disembodied head. "Uhh, what'd you need a hand, with?"

"I... kinda... forgot a towel... could you please go get one for me??"

For a moment you watch his eyes narrow and a wicked grin flicker at the corners of his mouth and get anxious that he's going to ask for something in return- before he rolls his eyes and just shrugs, turning and heading off to the cabin. "Yeah, sure, whatever. Be right back- try not to gather too much attention, haha."

As he walks off, you duck under the window again, sighing in so much relief. "Thanks, Scott!"

When he returns, you're waiting at the door and crack it open just enough to get the towel from him immediately- which you quickly wrap around yourself comfortably and sigh. "Thank you so much!"

"Hm. No problem." He huffs, wondering why the hell he did this for you anyway and crossing his arms again.

From inside, you carefully ask: "Are you gonna get weird if I hug you now?"

Immediately Scott's ears go bright red and he quickly loses every little bit of cool-guy vibe from a moment ago. "I-In your towel?? N-No!! I mean- yes!" He rubs the back of his neck, looking away from the door like its you, or he'll accidentally spontaneously develop x-ray vision and damnit, he's a gentleman. "I mean... " Or at least he tries to be.

Grinning, because Scott's unexpectedly cute now that you've flustered him, you quickly open the door, hug him quick, then close the door again and shout 'BYE'.

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emeren · 3 years

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speed racer- eren jaeger

pairing: eren jaeger x fem!reader

word count: 6k

content warnings: nsfw, smut, 18+, smoking, degradation, overstimulation, breeding (w/o baby talk)

notes: 100% inspired by the official art, like mmm yes please. also i know absolutely nothing about how car racing works, but that’s not important. this is unedited because my brain turned to mush writing it. enjoy!! <3

SUMMARY: eren’s a semi-professional car racer, who has a tumultuous friendship with the reader. after losing a race, eren sets out to win something else in his life, much to the reader’s surprise.

“took you long enough!” sasha called out, holding her hand above her eyes in an attempt to block out the bright sun. you dished her a smile, weaving your way through the throngs of people in the stands, attempting not to step on anyone. your eyes briefly flitted to the track, the assistants distantly getting their cars ready. they were hardly visible from here; merely faceless figures idling around. you heaved out a sigh as you reached sasha, the brunette gingerly patting the spot next to her.

“you couldn’t have gotten better seats, sash?” you asked as you sat down, pushing your sunglasses on top of your head. sasha waved her large bag of popcorn in front of your face, an exasperated expression on her features.

“the line was long, and what’s a race without popcorn?” she grinned, offering you the bag. you rolled your eyes but took a fistful of the bright yellow snack nonetheless. “plus, if you really wanted that good of seats, you would’ve come early yourself.”

“i did come here early,” you retorted, your voice muffled by the popcorn. sasha raised a questioning brow, her elbow nudging you in the side.

“getting here early just so you can poke around the racer’s quarters is not the same thing,” she singsonged, a girlish smirk on her face. you scoffed, turning away from her as you felt heat race to your cheeks. “c’mon, everyone knows you and eren are totally into each other. i don’t understand why you guys don’t just go for it.”

“i wasn’t poking around, and i am not into eren,” you said, shifting uncomfortably as the words left your mouth. it was true, to some degree. the two of you had been friends in high school, back when eren was just some skinny kid with anger issues. now he was a semi-professional racer, and the rivalry between the two of you was palpable, to say the least.

you’d been in the same friend group and for some reason eren just loved to pick on you whenever he got the chance. you suspected it had something to do with his repressed daddy issues or whatever, and he’d known mikasa and armin far too long to be so catty with them. initially they were just playful taunts, but as you got older, they started to become more personal. with age came your own unchecked need to banter and argue with him.

somewhere along the way the arguments turned to sexual tension. a sexual tension that for the most part, the two of you were happy to ignore. it allowed room for a more sassy friendship, at least.

“uh huh, suuure,” sasha responded, seemingly unconvinced. she must’ve sensed your discomfort, deciding to change the topic. “who’s who?”

your eyes traced the track, analyzing each vehicle. “armin’s in yellow, mikasa’s in red, eren’s in white, and i believe levi is in green.”

“levi’s racing? isn’t he getting a little old for that?” sasha laughed, squinting. you chuckled.

“it’s just a small fundraiser race, plus he’s a crowd favorite over here,” you explained. sasha nodded as she processed the information. the sun was hot, beating down on your back. “i’m honestly surprised this many people came out.”

sasha tossed more popcorn in her mouth, halfway done with the bag despite the race still not having started. she offered it to you again. “mhm, this is the same type of crowd that we’d see in the underground.”

you thought back to your days of attending the illegal races, late at night and under the cover of darkness. though you were just a junior in college, it felt like those nights freshman year had been decades ago. that was before eren showed real promise in the professional circuit. it was also where levi scouted him out to be his successor.

as if on cue, you could see the figures of the racers emerging from the port, each headed for their respective cars. you couldn’t help the way your gaze immediately followed the tall, brown haired racer adorned in his white racing jacket, checkers on the side. the crowd erupted into cheers at the sight of the all the racers, one from each color of the rainbow. eren walked with a certain confidence, his adamant determination being one of the only things that followed him from high school.

though you couldn’t clearly see his face from where you sat, you knew he was smiling. eren had always loved the adrenaline rush before a race.

“alright ladies and gentlemen, we welcome you to the annual shiganshina fundraiser race!” the reporter boomed over the intercom. sasha squealed in her seat, excitedly gripping your arm and pointing towards your friends. you felt a mix of excited nervousness waft over you, giggling along with her. “today we’ve got racers from all over the circuit, and each one has volunteered their precious time for the cause. can we get a round of applause?”

the crowd erupted in yet another ear deafening round of applause as the announcer read off the names of each of the racers. you and sasha made sure to scream your loudest when armin, mikasa, and eren’s names were read off.

you hoped they knew it was you, your throat scratchy as you sat back down. there was no need to be loud for levi; the entire crowd went absolutely feral at the mention of his name.

the announcer read off the conditions of the race, as well as the reasoning for the fundraiser itself. you and sasha chatted quietly about the after party while the racers put their helmets on and got in their cars. before too long, the announcer was gearing up for the start.

“alright everyone, we’re about to start. get yourselves ready.”

you and sasha stood, hollering and cheering for your friends as the cars all lined up. you knew you’d be happy if any of them crossed the finish line first, but it was undeniable that it would be eren. it wasn’t armin or mikasa’s passion like it was eren’s; they viewed it more as as fun hobby. nevertheless, you dreaded how smug eren would be once he added another win to his already growing list. he really was a bastard sometimes.

“racers ready your cars. 3... 2... 1... go!”

they were off, levi’s green car easily settling into first place, cruising past the other cars as he whipped around the first curve. you held your breath, eyes scanning the other cars placements. eren was in fourth, armin in fifth, and mikasa in second. sasha yelled sporadically, reaching out and squeezing your wrist tightly.

as they rounded the circuit for the second time, eren passed the third place racer, coming up behind mikasa’s red car. you held your breath. “c’mon eren...”

“shit! he passed her!” sasha screeched, jumping up and down. you smiled as he whipped the corner, nearly cutting the edge of the median.

“levi is still so far ahead,” you commented, trying to pry sasha’s death grip from your wrist. your eyes glanced to the clock, realizing that the race was near its finish. levi was cutting the third corner and eren was quickly gaining on him.

“looks like it’s gonna be clo-” sasha’s voice was cut off as a large man tripped over the bleacher behind you, effectively shoving you into her side. “shit, the popcorn!”

you regained your balance, giving the man behind you a dirty glare as you turned to sasha. she frowned at the popcorn that’d been spilled all over the ground. “what a waste!”

looking back up at the track, the crowd broke into screams of excitement. you expected to see eren’s face on the big screen to the side as confetti streamed through the air, but were surprised to see levi’s unimpressed stare.

eren lost?

“you’ve gotta be shitting me,” sasha gaped, her face slack in shock. you shrugged, shaking the feeling of disappointment from your shoulders. serves him right.

people started to vacate the stands, shoving their way past you as you turned to sasha. “let’s go find connie and jean, sash.”

she nodded, still frowning. the two of you climbed down the steps, going against the flow of the crowd as you weaseled your way down onto the spectators path. you could see all of the racers shaking hands, congratulating each other. your mind briefly considered whether or not eren was going to be upset, but you decided not to dwell on it.

you watched as the racers disappeared into the tunnel, eren’s tall figure no longer in view. just then, connie and jean came walking out from the service booth, both wearing their maintenance coveralls.

sasha wildly waved her arm, grabbing your hand and pulling you through the remaining stragglers towards your friends.

“hey guys!” she smiled, the boys jogging to meet you halfway.

“why were you guys in such shit seats?” connie asked, skipping over a greeting. you let out a small laugh at sasha’s expense. she merely shrugged, turning to jean.

“we going to your place?” you questioned before she had the chance. jean nodded, adjusting the backwards baseball cap on his head.

“yeah, just gotta wrap some things up, then we can head out,” he replied. you grew happy at the thought of kicking back with your friends, enjoying a nice night of fun. parties at jean and connie’s place were always the best.

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“some race that was,” connie groaned, leaning back and bringing the beer bottle to his lips. so far it was just you, sasha, connie, jean, and a bunch of random drunk people who’d come from the track. sasha scoffed from her spot on the worn, brown couch.

“you could say that again,” she grumbled. “we didn’t even get to see levi cross the finish line ‘cause some guy rammed into us.”

jean looked at you from where he leaned against the wall, a bottle in his hand and his eyebrows raised. “wait, for real?”

“yeah,” you sighed, drinking whatever bitter liquid sasha had poured into your red solo cup. “didn’t even say sorry.”

“how many times do i have to tell you guys, just come work maintenance with jean-boy and i,” connie suggested, wrapping his arm around sasha’s shoulder and giving a squeeze. she rolled her eyes and shoved him off. “you guys would get to watch the race from the track itself.”

“i don’t know the first thing about cars,” sasha laughed, you nodding along with her.

“and you think we do? i just said that so we could get the best seats in the house,” connie snorted, taking another swig of his drink. you chuckled at his idiocy, unfazed by yet another one of their stupid stunts. “where’re the big racers anyway?”

“they should be here soon,” you responded, glancing out the window. jean was unironically blasting the fast and the furious soundtrack, something he’d done after every race for as long as you’d known him. by now the songs were ingrained in your brain.

“who wants to bet jaeger is in a pissy mood?” jean snorted as he moved to sit down on the arm of the chair you were planted in.

“when isn’t he?” you sneered. connie and sasha hummed in agreement. both you and jean loved nothing more than to push eren’s buttons. you knew jean’s motives stemmed from some boyish fun, whereas yours felt a little more personal.

the sound of clapping began to compete with the music, your neck craning to look past jean into the hallway. eren, armin, and mikasa came into view, people cheering them on and patting them on the back. they each wore their racing jackets over their street clothes.

you felt a familiar sensation burn in your stomach at the sight of eren. his dark hair was pulled back per usual, wispies framing his tan face. The white jacket stood out against his black t-shirt and black jeans; key necklace he always wore glinting against his chest. as your gaze travelled up from his body, you were startled to make contact with his teal eyes. you quickly glanced away in embarrassment.

“well, well, well,” jean cheered, raising his bottle to the trio. “how’d it feel to lose to a short, old man, eh jaeger?”

eren scowled, obviously peeved. “if i had to lose to anyone, i’m glad it was levi.”

connie snorted at that. “man, professional circuit has you soft.”

“whatever you say, baldie,” eren smirked mischievously as he came to sit down on the couch. connie defensively rubbed his head. “at least i’m making money in prof.”

“i still can’t believe you have people that actually want to sponsor you,” you snipped, a playful expression on your face. eren lazily looked towards you, the familiar irritation laced in his eyes.

“i’m sorry, what was that? i wasn’t listening to you,” eren retorted, looking as unbothered as ever. you glared at his words, but caught armin’s disapproving eye and decided to stay quiet.

as the night carried on, you watched your friends relax and reminisce about previous races and the days spent in the illegal ring. it seemed crazy that your life was so centered around car races, when you weren’t even a racer yourself. but you supposed you were just happy to be supporting your friends.

at some point you got up out of your chair to refill your cup. the large hoards of people had started to dance; the house feeling hot and humid as you shoved your way to the kitchen. luckily the room was empty, save for armin who was drinking water out of the kitchen tap.

“thirsty?” you asked, amused. his head snapped up, surprised by your voice. it took one look to tell he was absolutely trashed, face red and eyes half lidded. he smiled goofily and nodded his head before stumbling back out into the crowd of people.

you quickly filled your cup, following the direction armin had gone. as you stepped out of the kitchen, a body came out of nowhere and smacked into you.

eren jumped back, trying to avoid the liquid that sloshed out of your cup. “hey, watch it!” he hissed.

“you watch it, casanova,” you snapped, irritated by the sticky alcohol that dripped down your hand. eren’s eyes narrowed at the nickname, his arms defensively crossing his chest.

“i told you not to call me that,” he bit back, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. you rolled your eyes, instinctively bringing your hand to your mouth in an attempt to lick the drink off. eren watched you, his gaze clouded with an indiscernible emotion. you knew what you were doing.

“hm. too bad,” you quipped, dragging your tongue down the side of your hand, popping your pointer finger in your mouth. eren glowered at you as you let out a giggle. “see ya, loser.”

“whatever, brat,” he huffed, shaking the tension from his pants as you sauntered off into the crowd. he hated the effect you had on him.

you’d already decided not to get shit faced. while the rest of your friends had chosen otherwise, you danced alongside them, your resolve wearing thin much faster than theirs. jean and sasha bounced happily up and down, screaming the lyrics to whatever song it was blasting from the speakers. connie and mikasa were playing beer pong, and you had no clue where armin and eren had gone.

you heaved in a breath as a sharp pain shot through your side, signaling the end of your dancing career for the night. your two dance partners were too far gone to notice, waving goodbye to you as you stepped out of the sweaty crowd.

slipping your phone out of your pocket, your eyes nearly popped from your head at the time. two thirty?!

only slightly tipsy, you decided to find jean’s room and call it a night. he’d just have to sleep on the couch. with one hand dragging on the wall, you made your way through the house, past armin who was doing body shots with a couple of strangers, up the stairs and down the dark hall. it was quieter up here, but you could still hear the music and knew it’d be awhile till sleep visited you.

shoving jean’s door open, you were surprised to see none other than eren laid back on the bed, puffs of smoke coming from his mouth. the strong scent of weed hit your nostrils, nose scrunching up in reflex. he propped himself up on one arm upon your entrance, eyeing you.

“oh, sorry i’ll just- wait a minute,” you paused, narrowing your eyes at him. “you aren’t supposed to be smoking on your sponsorship.”

eren let out a loud laugh at that, more smoke spilling from his lungs. “thanks, mom. i know.”

you stood in the doorway, not really sure what to do. “jean’s gonna be mad if his room smells like weed tomorrow.”

“yeah, why do you think i chose to do it in here?” he leered, bringing the blunt to his lips and deeply inhaling, sharp cheekbones protruding with the action. you sucked in a breath, not wanting to acknowledge just how gorgeous he was. his jacket was off, black shirt tightly gripping his muscular yet slender arms as he propped himself up. he blew the smoke from his nostrils this time, making your face heat. “wanna hit?”

you sighed, weighing the options. jean’s bed was a lot more comfortable than connie’s. you could just wait till eren was done, and then pass out. “no, but i’ll wait with you till you’re done.”

“suit yourself, brat,” eren hummed, flopping back down on the bed as you shut the door behind yourself. you came to sit by him, looking down as he heaved in a sober breath. he really is beautiful, you thought.

your eyes scanned his face. “you really shouldn’t be smoking, you know. you could lose the sponsorship.”

eren rolled his teal eyes, giving you a side glance. “i’m aware. i’m also aware that you aren’t going to rat on me.”

“and what makes you so sure?” you asked playfully, your voice low. eren’s gaze shifted to you, placing the blunt between his lips as he sat up, face inches from yours.

“because. you can act like you hate me all you want,” smoke blew from his lips as he spoke, slowly inching his face closer to yours. you swallowed, eyes struggling to maintain contact with his dark stare. “but i know how badly you want me.”

you blinked, heart rate accelerating as he glanced at your lips. “speaking from experience?”

eren’s mouth quirked up in a smirk at your words. “something like that.”

you watched with desire as he brought the bud of the blunt up to his lips, deeply inhaling the toxic smoke. he lifted his free hand, pointer finger gently tracing your jaw as his thumb came up to caress your chin. he tapped softly against your face, as if asking you to open your mouth.

you weren’t sure what part of you was wanting to submit to his every move. maybe it was the alcohol. or maybe it was the accumulation of sexual tension. something told you it was a deeper itch that needed to be scratched. an itch only eren could reach.

you parted your lips, eyes fluttering as eren leaned forward and carefully brushed his own against yours, dumping his lungful of smoke into your mouth. you breathed it in, fighting the urge to cough and whine as he pulled away.

“good girl,” he breathed, leaning away to snuff the bud out on jean’s bedside table. you heaved out as much as you could, shocked by your own willingness. you were mainly surprised by how much you enjoyed whatever that was.

you stared at him expectantly as he turned back to you, a serious expression on his face. “eren.”

“yes?” he asked, leaning heavily on his arm, eyes unashamedly focused on your lips. his other hand came up again, lightly ghosting your jawline. you could feel yourself growing wet between your legs; the way eren was fucking you with his eyes sending an unwelcomed throb to your clit.

acting on impulse, you lurched forward, latching your lips onto eren’s slightly chapped ones. he wasted no time in kissing you back; hungrily pressing himself closer to your body. his lips were warm and tasted like weed and coca cola, his tongue wiggling its way into your mouth where you happily welcomed it.

you brought your hand up, wanting to run your fingers through his hair, but were stopped when they got caught in the bun. eren grunted, kissing you harder and bringing his own hand up to yank the tie from his locks, letting his soft hair fall to his shoulders.

your fingers were quick to glide through the brown strands, scratching his scalp in the process. some throaty sound emitted from his chest, the noise making your cunt ache in need. how is he so hot?

eren’s hands came to your waist, roughly shoving you down onto the bed, so that he hovered above you. your lips continued to meld together, saliva coated mouths wetly intertwined. you removed your hand from his hair, bringing both hands to run down the expanse of his arms that were on either side of your head. you squeezed his biceps, surprised when he suddenly pulled away.

“is this okay?” he panted, breaths labored. his pupils were dilated, all seriousness behind his gaze. you nodded your head without hesitation, practically begging him to continue. “words.”

“yes, yes. i want this just as much as you do,” you responded. eren smirked from above you, his dark hair swirling around his face as his key dangled in front of your chin.

“good, because,” he leaned down to your ear, lightly nibbling the lobe as the cold key rested against your throat. “i’m going to punish you for all these years of torture.”

your eyes widened, the words sending a desirable chill down your spine. “torture?”

eren’s hot mouth travelled slowly from your ear down the side of your neck, lightly peppering the skin with lustful kisses. his tongue came out as he reached your collarbone, dragging the wet muscle up the front of your throat, leaving a trail of saliva in its wake. a small whimper involuntarily left your mouth as he pulled back, grabbing your chin in his large hand.

“all of the nicknames,” he pressed a kiss to your lips. “the quips,” and another, your chest tightening. “the stunt you pulled earlier with your hand. oh god. it’s like you were practically begging me to bend you over and teach you a lesson.”

he pulled back, dark eyes boring into yours. the desire was palpable, your breathing shallow as he stared at you. it was like he was waiting for some silent agreement.

you held eye contact, tilting your chin back ever so slightly in his grip. “good thing i learn fast.”

your words flew straight to his cock, throbbing uncomfortably behind his jeans. eren let go of your chin, his lips hungrily reconnecting with yours as his hands pinned your wrists to either side of your head. his tongue was quick to invite itself into your mouth, warm and erotic.

you wanted to tug on his hair again; wanted to hear his primal groans and feel him vibrate against your mouth, but you were pinned to the bed. desperate to hear eren moan, your teeth grazed his bottom lip, the action making him yank his head back.

“tsk tsk, none of that,” he growled, wet lips glinting in the low light of the room. “this is your punishment. guess we’re going to have to do something else.”

you frowned as he let go of your wrists, lifting himself from the bed and standing. you propped yourself up on your elbows, eyes laced with desire as eren swiftly pulled the black shirt over his head, key pendant resting on his newly exposed chest. he was dangerously attractive like this; dark hair disheveled on his shoulders, only adding to the feral stare he was giving you.

he leaned forward, grabbing your thighs and yanking you to the end of the bed, legs dangling from the side. you watched in awe as he dropped to his knees, fingers coming up to toy with the button of your jean shorts.

“these little shorts make your ass look so good,” he grumbled, tapping the button. “be good and take them off for me.”

you wasted no time in lifting your ass off the bed, struggling to yank the denim down your legs without hitting eren in the face. he watched your every movement, licking his lips as you wiggled them off.

without thinking, your hands gripped the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head to reveal a black bra. eren’s pupils dilated further at the unexpected sight of your breasts.

he helped pull the shorts from your ankles, tossing them aside as you sat back down, just in your panties and bra. you paused for a moment, unsure of what he was planning to do.

“watch me,” he demanded, staring at you through his brows. you nodded your head, breath hitching as he placed an open mouthed kiss to the inside of your thigh, tongue swiping against the smooth skin.

his eyelashes fluttered as he licked up your leg; just the way he looked at you being enough to have you creaming in your lace panties. your teeth tugged at your bottom lip, the burning in your face mirroring the way your clit throbbed along with your heart beat.

eren’s tongue trailed until he reached the edge of your underwear, eyes never failing to stay connected with yours. you swallowed as he lifted his head, placing his tongue flatly against your clothed clit.

it was a warm, muted feeling, your body all too aware of the beautiful man between your legs. eren brought his fingers up, hooking under the fabric and pushing it to the side.

“so wet for me already,” he hummed, a smile on his face. you blushed in embarrassment, the feeling of his breath on your glistening pool of moisture making you shiver. “’m gonna eat you so good, little bitch.”

you gasped as eren rapidly brought his face down, burying his head between your legs. the sensation was like no other; a swirling feeling in your stomach as his tongue hungrily swiped against your clit. your hands flew down to his hair, tugging as his lips wrapped around the bud, suckling softly.

a moan escaped your lips, the sound causing eren to groan out in reply. the vibration of his vocal cords against your center amplifying the pleasure.

a distinct feeling began to burn in your chest, the sloppiness of eren’s tongue licking up your slick causing your legs to squirm, tightening around his head. “fuck.”

eren pulled back at the pressure against his skull, a smack sounding through the air as he released his suction on your wet cunt.

“i told you to be good,” he hissed, lips coated in your sheen. you knew the image of eren’s face between your legs, hair disheveled and mouth swollen, eyes dark and lustrous, would be burned into the back of your brain.

flustered, you nodded your head, spreading your legs so they weren’t pressing against his face. he nodded in content, arms coming up to wrap around your thighs to keep you steady.

and he was back; eating your pussy like he hadn’t been fed in years, a primal desperation. he pressed his tongue down harder, the cry ripping from your throat at the sensation only egging him on. you struggled against his grip as he abused your clit with his mouth, sucking and tracing his teeth over it so good.

his tongue slid down to your entrance, shoving itself in without invitation. the fullness wasn’t like having sex; it was a heated, swirling feeling. the wet muscle circled around your spongey walls, your face beginning to burn and hands growing clammy in eren’s hair.

you threw your head back as his ministrations sped up, your hips attempting to grind into his face. the warmth in the pit of your stomach building like a loaded gun, ready to release itself.

all it took was the added pressure of his hand wrapping around your thigh so that his thumb could press against your clit, feverishly rubbing. you came crashing down, your eyes screwing shut as the wave of dopamine stretched to every part of your body, legs jerking against his hold.

eren pulled his head back again, a smile on his wet face as he licked your release from his lips. “tasted so good, so good for me.”

you breathed out in reply as he came back up above you, gently taking your chin and bringing his mouth down to yours.

the kiss was small and simple, your eye lids growing heavy. you could taste your bitter release on him, the unfamiliar flavor not completely unpleasant.

“sleepy?” eren mumbled against your lips, coming back to look at you. you nodded your head, eyes catching on the key that dangled from his neck. “too bad. we aren’t done with your punishment yet.”

you frowned, your body suddenly more awake than it was before. “huh?” you asked, sitting up as eren shifted to pull his jeans off.

you weren’t sure what you expected when he yanked both his jeans and boxers down; you guessed you’d always thought his anger issues were compensation for something. the realization dawned on you that eren had nothing to compensate for as his cock sprung from his pants, the sheer size making your mouth water.

a smirk crossed his face as he stepped from his jeans. “enjoying the view?”

“what? no,” you scoffed, averting your gaze. eren crawled back over you, his bare length pressing into your stomach as his hands came up to unclasp your bra.

“don’t be shy, this is your punishment after all,” he whispered, pulling the cups from your chest. his eyes unashamedly scanned your breasts, a smile tugging his lips as he gave them a generous squeeze.

you tried to ignore the imprint of him on your stomach; but it was nearly impossible. you could feel the spot between your legs grow wet again, arousal already weaseling its way back into your system.

eren brought his lips to yours once again, the kisses much sloppier and desperate than before. he grunted as you shifted to lay back down, his exposed dick rubbing against your stomach. “can’t wait to be inside of you,” he mumbled against your lips.

you whimpered at his words, his lips melding with your own while he simultaneously tugged your panties down your legs. he propped himself up with one arm, the other positioning the tip of his cock at the entrance of your already throbbing cunt.

you took a deep breath as he slowly eased himself into you; the sheer stretch making your eyes lull back in your head. eren moved his hips slowly at first, loosening you up. he was watching your expressions; his eyelids heavy and mouth slightly agape.

“shit, you’re so tight,” he groaned, hips starting to move faster as he gazed down at you. you swallowed, closing your eyes as he sent one particularly hard thrust, cock nearly ramming your cervix. “you good?”

“mhm,” you responded, bringing your hands up to grab his hair. “just so big.”

eren let out a breathy chuckle at that, eyes traveling down to your pelvis where his dick was visibly creating a bump with every thrust. he placed his hand on your stomach, pressing down as he bucked his hips violently forwards. he was so deep.

you cried out at the feeling of his length sliding in and out of your cunt, your walls clenching around him as your hands clawed at his muscular back.

he was filling you up so good, a moan leaving his lips as your enhanced arousal unexpectedly brought your second orgasm down, tears pricking your eyes. eren kept abusing your pussy, his thrusts growing senseless before he buried himself deep within you, releasing his load inside of your exhausted center.

both of your breathing was labored, eren looking up at the ceiling. his face was flushed as he recovered, you laying limply beneath him trying to regain your composure yourself.

“that felt so good,” you admitted, bringing your hand up from his back to caress his angular face. eren frowned at your words, large hand grabbing your wrist and removing it from his jawline.

“m’not tired yet,” he said seriously, your eyes widening as he placed a chaste kiss to your lips. your fucked out face beneath him had his dick already hardening again. “m’not gonna be tired till i win.”

he suddenly pulled up, hooking his hands under your knees and pushing your legs up by your head. the action strained your muscles, the feeling of eren’s cum dripping down your ass filling your head as he readied himself to fuck you senseless.

he stared at your cunt; at the way his cum was oozing out of it, the abused pussy ready to take him in again. he used his fingers to catch the drip, forcing it back inside of you. the thought of filling you up all nice and pretty sent him over the edge, his hand shamelessly guiding his cock back inside of you.

eren was meaner this time; each thrust was deep and deliberate, hitting your cervix and making you cry out in pleasure. the burning sensation in your clit was overwhelming, your mouth hanging open as eren slowly fucked you stupid.

“good, pretty girl” eren breathed out, ramming his hips into yours. “took her punishment like such a good girl.”

you tried to nod your head, but you couldn’t move. the feeling of hot, sticky tears rolled down your face, eren’s cock deep within you almost too much to bear. he grabbed your chin, tongue swiping up your cheek as he savored the salty flavor on his tastebuds. this man and his licking.

“tell me, did you learn your lesson?” eren grunted in your ear, hand still gripping your chin. you tried to form a sentence, fucked beyond words. “hm, use your words and i’ll let you cum.”

one more deep thrust and his dick stopped its strokes, pausing within you. “yes... yes.”

“yes what?”

your tongue was heavy in your mouth, pussy all too aware of eren’s length within it. “i learned my lesson, you won.”

he smirked, aggressively bucking his hips into your weak cunt, the action making you cry out as he rammed your cervix. the tears continued to roll down your cheeks as eren’s dick twitched, spurting the his seed into you. your third release followed his, your clit spasming from the overstimulation.

eren heaved himself out of you, collapsing deftly onto the bed. the two of you sat in a heated silence, your face sticky from the tears. eren glanced to you, eyes trailing down your body.

“i’ll get a rag,” he mumbled, shoving off the bed and walking into jean’s bathroom. you were beyond exhausted and knew that you’d be sore tomorrow. eren reemerged, quickly cleaning you up and handing you your shirt.

your eyes lazily watched him as he walked over and locked the door; brain too tired to form a sentence.

he must’ve noticed your concern. “we can sleep in here tonight; i don’t think you’re in any shape to move.”

you carefully crawled into the sheets, not even bothering to put your shirt back on. eren followed suit, climbing in behind you.

“night,” he whispered as he shut the bedside light off. your lids were growing heavy, a smile on your lips as you began to fall asleep.

“night, casanova.”

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The Odds of Us All

CH 3 Part 2/5: The Foxes Burrow

You stood beside Kita, facing the starting members of Inarizaki’s team. Your soulmates were pretty surprised to see you here- but that was a given since you may or may not have neglected to inform them that you would be their new manager.

“This is Ushijima Y/n. She was previously Nekoma’s volleyball club manager- I’m sure some of ya’ have heard of them before. They’re Fukurodani’s main rival- aside from Itachiyama.” Kita introduced her formally, before allowing Y/n to say a few things herself.

“I look forward to getting to know you all! Please take care of me.” You said with a bow. Kita nodded in approval at your brief greeting- concise yet polite- just as he liked it.

“Today’s extra practice for the senior and starting members. So take yer time with gettin settled in. If ya need anythin just ask me or Aran.” A tall male in a #4 jersey strode up to you, a welcoming smile on his lips as he stretched out a hand for a handshake.

“Nice to meet ya Ushijima! Welcome to the team!” You accepted his hand and shook it firmly.

“Glad to be here Aran-senpai- but please just call me ‘Y/n.’ Ushijima is my cousin-”

“Course- ain’t gonna lie- made me double take the first time I heard it.” They shared a quick chuckle. “Why don’t ya go talk to the other’s? We’ll be right here after.” Aran stepped away to speak to Kita, luckily you didn’t need to go seek out anyone else to speak to- since someone walked up to you.

*Apologies in advance ya’ll, I’m only an anime watcher so I DO NOT have a grasp on Akagi, Omimi, or Ginjima’s characters AT ALL... so please- if you guys have tips please comment. Also I have no idea if Akagi or Ginjima was raised in Hyogo so I’m going to give them a normal Tokyo dialect for now- but Ginjima will have hints of Hyogo dialect- this is subject to change if I get advice.

“Hi! I’m Akagi Michinari, you’re new right? How’s Inarizaki so far?” Akagi was fairly cheerful- almost like a breath of fresh air compared to everyone else. Sure, Kita and Aran were plenty nice but they were more like a parental/older brother sort than friendly.

“Mhm, I just got here two days ago! Everyone here is so friendly- I love it.”

“Hey... this is just between me and you but,” Akagi leans forward, hand covering the side of his face like he’s telling a secret, curious, you lean forward to hear better. “It’s kind of refreshing to talk to someone without the Hyogo dialect. Sometimes I still have trouble understanding what people are saying so I smile and nod.” You two look at each other for a good moment before bursting into actual giggles.

“Me too actually, I was so lost in Japanese literature- so I just pretended to know what was going on when Kenji-sensei was lecturing.” You whisper back- sending the third year into a fit of laughter. The two of you were oblivious to the jealous stares from the nightmare trio, and the curious looks from the others.

“Haha- I think we’ll be fast friends Y/n!” The libero says, turning to look at the last two people. “Hey Ren, Hitoshi- come say hi!” A super tall, scary dude with a blank expression walks over, along with a stereotypical alt obsessed looking guy. “The super tall one is Omimi Ren- and the grumpy one is Ginjima Hitoshi!” Omimi doesn’t say anything- instead opting to nod in greeting.

“Hey.” Is all Ginjima says, looking like he’d rather be anywhere but here.

“Call me Y/n! I was meaning to ask earlier but are there any allergies or food preferences you might have? I was going to bring homemade energy bars but realized someone might be allergic.”

“Uh, nah I don’t have any allergies.” Ginjima looks pleasantly surprised, though it’s barely noticeable on his face, “I don’t think anyone here has allergies so ya don’t need to worry.” He turns to look at his seniors for confirmation.

“No one has any.” Omimi agrees.

“Great! Thank you... how about food preferences? Any dietary restrictions for you three specifically?” You’re slipping back into your old managerial habits, pulling out a notepad and scribbling down notes. You may not be of any help on the court directly, but you pride yourself on being analytical and taking care of your team. An example of this was how you’d watch Nekoma’s next rival team beforehand, chatting up their players by starting off with simple conversation- and estimating what makes them tick based off their answers.

“So professional- Shinsuke picked a good one.” Akagi praised, before giving his own preferences (along with Omimi’s), Ginjima spoke after him. Something told you this years team was going to quickly be added to your list of friends.

“What’cha talkin bout over here?” Atsumu slinked over to stand at your side, inserting himself into the conversation. The two third years were unperturbed at his interruption, meanwhile Ginjima looked a little irritated.

“Just dietary restrictions.” You replied showing him your notebook. “Speaking of which I have to speak to you, Osamu, and Suna about yours. Excuse us-” After politely excusing yourself and Atsumu, you walked over to join the other two.

“Enjoyin yerself?” Osamu questioned in greeting, taking a bite of his senbei cracker. “Never seen Akagi so chatty with someone he just met.”

“That’s because they were gossiping.” Suna snickered, shooting you a knowing glance. “It was something about the dialect right? He said the same thing to me when we first met.” He laughed at the scandalized/busted expression you wore.

“What d’ya mean?” The vegetable oil color haired twin questioned, tilting his head to the side- Osamu said nothing, content to munch on his cracker.

“Thank you so much for exposing me.” You ‘thanked’ Suna with a saccharine sweet tone, before answering your faux blonde soulmate. “It’s Tokyo dialect things. That’s it.”

“Oh ok.” He seemed satisfied with your answer, not seeing any reason to doubt you- much to his twin’s, and Suna’s amusement.

“Alright everyone, practice now!” Coach Kurosu called, the gym doors slamming open as he strode in alongside Coach Oomi. “Ushijima- er I’ll just say Y/n yeah? Come over and I’ll give you a rundown on how things work around here.” While the boys began running their warmup laps around the gyms interior, you made your way over to the coaches. “So... says here you were manager of old Nekomata’s team huh? Interestin’ well, it’s the same as any managerial position. Keep the bottles filled, maintain our players morale when you can, and launder the towels and practice jerseys... sound good?” You nodded, already used to the burden of managing a boys volleyball team.

“Yes, thank you.”

“Oh and here,” he hands you a hefty, sealed envelope. “Your budget for the next two weeks. Anything you don’t spend will be subtracted from the next allowance.” Your eyes widen at the weight of it, but you nod along nonetheless. Money is a friend of yours- the Ushijima’s being a very well off family. “Well the bottles are in the locker room hallway.”

“Right, of course.” Then you left, going to begin the familiar tasks that had somehow become an important part of your daily high school life.

Oomi looked at Kurosu. “Why’d you give her cash? We’re supposed to give her the card?” Kurosu is silent, watching his players with a scrutinizing look.

“She reminds me of a boerboel.”

“I don’t follow?”

“I have a feelin that we can trust her.”

Facts/Trivia

This takes place the very next day after CH3 pt1, ignore the 4d mark on that one cut off tweet please

Tendo has this uncanny ability to tell when someone is trash talking either Ushijima

Sakusa still doesn’t know that Y/n is Inarizaki’s new manager

None of her soulmates follow her private twitter- or know of it’s existence

Y/n is very efficient at doing laundry/filling water bottles within a small time frame- she has Nekoma vbc to thank for that

Nekoma didn’t have a allowance for their team- so Y/n just paid for everything out of pocket

Yes their budget for TWO WEEKS is about $270

The only things she can bake well is granola/energy bars, scones, and cookies. Anything else she attempts turns out horribly

A boerboel is a extremely dependable dog breed

Sometimes when the teachers speak too quickly, Y/n can’t tell what they’re saying so she just stares at them, acting like an attentive student so that they’ll be less tempted to call on her during class

I have no idea how to write for Omimi, Ginjima, Akagi, and both coaches so I’ll just do whatever

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Wise Words - John B x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, Cliche, Father Absence, Not Edited

Summary: John B and your relationship had gone through a lot, the three most important times you needed each other the instance was sealed by wise words.

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Hey y’all sorry I didn’t post for a while, I was on vacation and now school is starting again so I need to prepare, however I have a Rafe imagine coming soon as well, I love you all so much and have an amazing rest of your week!

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The Pogue Group was not a normal group. It had a bond that couldn’t be broken. It was like a mini family in the midst of the crazy land that was the Outer Banks. You came along just before sixth grade. You had lived on the island your whole life but you were homeschooled so you never really had too many friends. And you were okay with that. You mother stayed home with you while she worked online and your father worked down by the boardwalk. Your father had a brother, his name was...actually you didn’t know his first name. You just called him Uncle Shoupe. You thought he had the best job in the world so you would go down to the station and just spend as much time there as you could. So there you were, watching The Simpsons on your phone, waiting for your mom to take you home or until you were tired enough to fall asleep on one of the chairs. It was normal until you heard a boy yelling at your uncle to let him go. You looked up and saw this blonde boy who looked around your age thrusting into your uncle’s arms. Raising your eyebrows you watched as Sheriff Peterkins came in and started to calm the boy down to explain everything. Once he was half way through the story of how he was just “jumping a fence”, another boy with shaggy short brown hair walked in and demanded his friend be let go. It was a funny situation really, two boys around sixth grade trying to fight two cops. Before you knew it a snicker left your lips and everyone looked at you. You just sat there. Until you coughed a little and smiled sheepishly. The boy with brown hair was still looking at you and had stopped yelling. He came over and sat by your side.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothin’ “

“Uh Hu”

“Wanna watch The Simpsons with me?” The boy looked at JJ who was staring in disbelief at how John B could just leave him for a girl who snickered at their attempts to be left alone.

“Sure, I’m John B by the way”

“(Y/N), but why not just John?”

“Because, now start the episode,”

Soon, you were introduced to the rest of the group and school started. The Pogues were formed. Sleepovers together every Saturday, turned into parties and illegal drinking, and those turned into living at John B’s. Your parents didn’t mind if they were being all that honest, you got all A’s and as long as you stayed at their house on school nights and didn’t get arrested they thought life was good. Staying at John B’s took its own path in your relationship. Before anyone knew it, you both were dating. This was your third year together, how did you last that long? A lot of perseverance and tests for your faith in the relationship.

The First Time

You walked into the Chateau after spending a girls night with your mom. No matter how old you would get, those were always your favorite nights.

“AYO AYO GOOD MORNING MY PE-” You paused after you saw Jonn B walk out of his room looking like a mess. “Hey baby what’s wrong?” You said holding out your arms to see how bad it was. If John B wouldn’t hug you then something was very wrong. And after around five seconds where all he did was shift his movements so he was on the door frame. He started to sniffle, wiping his nose he just shrugged. “No, don’t give me that what’s up?” After those words left your mouth he started to cry. John B never cried. He started mumbling nonsense still on the door frame with you leaning against the kitchen counter. “I can’t hear you baby”

“HE'S GONE” He looked up at you while he yelled. His eyes were bloodshot, from alcohol or crying you couldn’t tell.

“Who’s gone JB?” You tried to stay calm because he obviously wasn’t.

“My dad…” Those words hit you like a ton of bricks. Big John. Just gone?

“Okay, it’s okay,”

“No, no it’s not “okay”, ITS I DON’T EVEN KNOW (Y/N)” There was silence, you didn’t know how to comfort him. So far, you hadn’t made a move to hug him. You were too scared to see what would happen. After what felt like 10 minutes, John B spoke again. “Everyone says he’s probably dead,”

“Do you think he is?”

“No. He can’t just be dead,” At that point you walked slowly to him and hugged him. He didn’t hug back, but to be honest, you didn’t plan for him to hug you back. You just slowly shifted him to where you were both lying on his bed. Playing with his curly brown hair you hummed a song lightly. You two stayed there for maybe an hour. No words where said, what could you say? “Do you think he is?” The words John B spoke were barely above a whisper, too scared for your answer.

“I don’t know. I will help you to the best of my abilities to help you find him. Anything that can help I’ll do, but you need to understand that he could be gone. John, don’t prepare for failure, but don’t expect success okay?” At your words he turned around to face you, his eyes were glossed over. The picture of him laying in front of you right now was too much not to hug him impossibly tighter. At some point he needed to know someone was there.

The Second Time

You were sitting in the Chateau, trying to make a rainbow loom bracelet from the kit you found in your room from when you were 8. Fiddling with the bands you almost scream as the screen door shuts from outside. All the other Pogues were talking about something you couldn’t quite make out, stepping into the porch they all turned to you.

“Um….” You say not really sure what to make of the scene in front of you. “I’m going to go back inside and work on my rainbow loom, y’all have fun out here and don’t smoke too much,” You finished. That was meant for the whole group but you were mostly looking at JJ.

“Yeah, yeah,” He said while motioning you to go back inside. They didn’t tell you things sometimes, they knew each other longer and you accepted that. It wasn’t a big deal, if it was you would find out sooner or later. It must have been an hour before John B walked back in the house.

“I don’t know how to say this….” You gulped at his words, he couldn’t be break- “I may or may not have snuck into that dead guys hotel and found a bunch of cash and there could or could not be some gold and-”

“JOHN YOU BETTER RUN” You yelled. He snuck into a hotel room, found money, and there could be gold.

“OKAY OKAY HOLD UP!! That could be why my Dad disappeared and maybe if I find the gold I’ll find him.” He said holding his hands up in defense, trying to explain the reasoning behind his idiotic decisions.

“Fine. Fine. I support you and all that you do. John B you know that. But I’m not putting myself in that position okay? I’ll help as much as I can while staying in this house,” You finished going into hugging him.

“I love you” John B mumbled into your shoulder while you pulled him tighter into your chest.

“I know, and hey this is amazing, I know what’s going on in your head though, all I can say from now on is never prepare for failure but don’t expect success.”

“Wise words (Y/L/N)”

“What can I say? I try” You say giggling into his shoulder. He laughed along releasing you from the hug and bringing you back outside with the rest of the other Pouges.

Not The First Or The Last Time

“(Y/N) IF YOU DON’T GET DOWN HERE IN ABOUT TEN SECONDS IM STARTING THE VAN WITHOUT YOU” John B yelled from your front door. It was always unlocked, everyone on the island knew that. You sniffled a little from your room walking to the steps and going half way so John B could see your frame. After he caught a glimpse of your swollen eyes and crimson cheeks he rushed to give you a hug. You hugged back, tighter than he was hugging you. “What happened baby?” John asked, giving you a worried look. You stuttered out your words, trying not to cry.

“He- He’s- He’s gone….”

“Your dad?”

“Mhm….Mom said he was in bed when she fell asleep last night but by the morning he was gone...no possessions were taken, no note, just our boat….” John B’s breath hitched. You knew what he was thinking and frankly you thought about it too. He probably died just like John B’s dad did.

“It’s okay baby, it’s all good. We’re gonna find him and when we do it’s all gonna be just fine,”

“What if we don’t find him John B??? He could just be gone…”

“Hey hey hey, you’re preparing for failure…”

“Don’t prepare for failure but don’t expect success.” You said going in for another hug. All you wanted was for everything to be alright, you knew it wouldn’t work like that though. So all you could do is hold on to the next best thing.

“Wise words (Y/N), Wise Words”

A/N: I hope y’all enjoyed!! <3

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involvet-triangulum · 4 years

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Unwilling epiphanies

Warnings: Alcohol use, threat by weapon

Word Count: 2.8k

Characters: Gideon Gleeful, Dipper Pines, Bill Cipher/Bipper, (Mentioned) Stan Pines

---- What time was it?... There wasn’t even sunlight streaming through the camper window yet. Who the hell was calling at this hour of the night?

He rolled over to face the clocks bleary red light, 3:21 am. Jesus Christ. The phone was still ringing, why hadn't they given up yet? He had his hours marked on every site as 9 am through 5 pm. Okay, whoever was calling probably had something important to say. This was the third time they had called as far as he could remember.

He cleared his throat and grabbed his phone off of the dresser. Of course, he finally woke up when he read ‘Dipper’ on his screen and hit answer.

"Hello?”

His throat was scratchy, it showed when he spoke up. Okay, maybe he wasn’t entirely awake. He was awake just enough to deal with him. Dipper wouldn’t call him at this hour if it wasn’t important.

“Heyy, buddy. Could you do me an uh- a favor?”

Or if he was drunk. That was also a reason he’d call him at this hour. Gideon rubbed at his forehead. What the hell did he need now? If it was money he’d be hanging up on him, as usual. Okay, it wasn’t nice to assume. He forced a smile so he’d at least sound polite for now even if he was starting to edge towards aggravation.

“Sure, what's up?”

It took Dipper a few seconds to respond. Gideon could practically see him rubbing at the back of his neck and thinking of how to phrase whatever he needed, he hadn’t changed too much over the years.

“Well, I was... So I was at the bar by Greasy’s, y’know that one?”

Gideon gave him a quick ‘mhm’ rather than a proper reply.

“I got into a little tussle, nothing bad, just got into sumthin’ with some dude-”

He was already getting ready to hang up on him. If he needed bail money he could call Stan.

“-they uh, they threw me out. The usual. So I was headin’ back to the shack, gonna get some sleep-”

“You were driving home drunk.“

Gideon wasn’t having any of his bullshit at this hour. That happy tone was gone, replaced with the usual deadpan. He’d worked hard to develop that at a young age but now it’d become the norm.

“Aw come on man, I’m not that messed up! I was doing fine but-”

“Was?”

“Well um- You see its uh-”

“Spit it out.”

“The car broke down. I’m outside the thrift store, can you give me a ride?”

Gideon hung up, set his phone down, and laid back in bed. Then he reached out and grabbed it again. Sure, Dipper was a little too dependent on the rest of them but he couldn’t leave him to walk the four miles back to the shack in the middle of the night.

“There you are, I thought you were gonna blackout on me!”

Gideon could pick out the desperation in his tone, he didn’t have anyone else to call, did he?

“Yeah, I'm getting up. Stay with the car so I can see you.”

“Well uh, I kinda’ already started walking.”

“Just- Stay where you are, go back to the thrift store so I can find you. What are you wearing?”

Dipper laughed.

“What’re you trying to get at?”

“I’m trying to know who to look for. You don't exactly stand out in a crowd, Dipper.”

He’d dragged himself out of bed, phone held between his shoulder and ear as he went searching for a hairband to tie his up. He wouldn’t bother putting it up in the usual style if he was going right back to bed after this.

“I’ll be there soon, don’t run off anywhere, and don't get into any more fights.”

Gideon had already hung up for the second time before Dipper could respond. He wasn’t going to bother getting out of his pajamas. It was 3 in the morning anyway, no one would be out at this hour.

He stepped out of his room into the rest of the camper, only stopping before the door to glance at his father on the pull out bed.

"Daddy, I’m taking the Chrysler. I’ve got some business to attend to.”

Bud mumbled something in his sleep but Gideon had already walked to the door and taken the keys off the hook.

The ride into town was quiet aside from the faint rumbling of the cars engine and occasional owls. He hadn’t bothered turning on the radio, it’d distract him from keeping an eye out for Dipper. Knowing him, he might’ve started wandering again. He knew him a little too well, but how could he not? They had too many things in common to not start hitting it off the last few years.

He slammed on the breaks when the Chrysler's headlights picked up the rainbow hair threaded into Dipper’s jacket. Dipper was where he said he’d be, sitting down criss-cross on the sidewalk in front of the thrift store fiddling with his phone. He didn’t look up at the sound of the breaks or the driver's side door opening and closing.

“Dipper.”

His name caught his attention. Dipper looked up with a crooked smile, one hell of a bruise was already forming on the side of his jaw stretching up to under his right eye. ‘A little tussle’ had been a lie. He stood up from the sidewalk and pulled him into a bear hug that had Gideon realizing just how much he reeked of cheap alcohol. It was probably a good thing that the El Diablo broke down.

“There you are, buddy! I thought you weren’t gonna show up.”

Gideon shoved him away with a cough. He was going to need to ferbreeze the Chrysler after he got Dipper home. How did he even get in the bar? He still had four years until he was legal.

“I told you I was on the way.”

Dipper shrugged, fanged grin still spread across his face. He always hunched over when they spoke. Gideon knew he was trying to be eye level with him to be polite but the action had infuriated him since he was a child. He turned on his heels and started towards the car with Dipper in tow.

“Come on, lets get you back to the shack. Some of us need their beauty sleep.”

Dipper chuckled as he rounded the car to get to the passenger side.

“You got like that from some extra sleep? I’ve gotta start taking notes.”

Gideon glared at him as they climbed into the still-running car.

“Sheesh, it was just a compliment. Don’t take it so personally.”

Gideon buckled himself in and motioned for Dipper to do the same. They were both safely in their seats once he was done mumbling something about there being no point to it when he drove as slow as he does. Gideon turned the car around and started down the road at the usual slow pace Dipper had been mumbling about. Sure, it was a small town and late at night, but it was a small town and late at night. Doing 100 mph down the road was bound to get Blubs called on them.

Dipper reached over and started to crank up the radio, but Gideon slapped his hand away before he could start blaring anything. He’d already blown out the speakers in the El Diablo, Gideon wasn’t going to let him do the same to his car.

“You’re such a buzzkill.”

He leaned back in the seat, reaching over to take up the entire center console and force Gideon's arm off of it. Gideon gave him a side-eyed glare but Dipper didn’t budge. As far as Dipper was concerned, he could deal with it. The car's clock blinked as it turned over to 4 am. He was going to have to delay tomorrow's show at this rate.

Dipper pulled his arm away from the console, Gideon was relieved until he popped the glove box open and started rooting through it.

“You got anything in here? Jerky? Gum?”

“What’re you- Could you not-”

“So you don’t?”

Gideon sighed, aggravation showing through the noise. He had to hold back a bit of a chuckle. Something about it was funny, no one else would’ve dared to go looking through his things without his permission besides Dipper. Maybe that was why he didn’t just leave him in the dirt already. It was fun to have someone to challenge him.

“There’s jerky in the center console.”

Dipper hummed and reached in further, something had caught his eye. Gideon only realized what it was once the streetlights reflected off metal.

“Wooh, what’re you so worried about that you’ve got one of these in here?” The grin on Dipper's face as he turned the pistol around in his grip to look it over was unsettling at best and downright scary at worst.

“Put that back right now.”

Gideon had gripped the steering wheel tighter, that line was full of venom but there was still a hint of fear showing through. He could feel the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. This wasn’t a good situation.

“Calm down, scaredy-cat. I know gun safety. It's a good piece!”

Gideon tried to chuckle, it sounded strained. When Dipper didn’t respond he started to get worried. He’d gone surprisingly silent given how much he’d been talking before now. Gideon needed to put an end to this. He slowed the car to a stop and pulled over to the curb.

“Tell me something, Gideon.”

His tone had him shaking. Why was he so scared? It was just Dipper, he had to tell himself that before he turned to face him.

The feeling of cold metal against his forehead as he looked to him made Gideon change his mind about such.

“What are you afraid of?”

His throat felt dry. Staring into those golden eyes was making him feel sick to his stomach but, he should’ve picked up on it before. Gideon couldn’t help telling himself that there were clear signs that something had changed when he picked Dipper up that he should've noticed. He shouldn’t have needed golden eyes and black claws to be the warning signs.

Gideon opened his mouth to answer but he couldn’t bring himself to speak. ‘You’ would be too obvious of an answer, he knew how Bill worked too well to give him an obvious answer. He needed something deeper.

“Come ON, kid. I know you’ve got something in that head of yours. Entertain me for a bit!”

Bill pressed the barrel of that gun harder against his forehead, forcing him to tilt his head back a bit to stop it from digging into his skin. He didn’t need to leave a mark.

He hissed through bared fangs when Gideon stayed silent. Bill was getting impatient fast.

“I- I don’t-”

Bill had opened his mouth to speak up again but, Gideon cut him off

“-Give me a minute!”

Gideon closed his eyes to stop the tears pricking at their edges. He expected a bang after that outburst, or to be stricken with the metal, but instead, Bill just chuckled and leaned away from him. The lack of metal against his forehead made him open his eyes.

When had the car started beeping? He wasn’t sure but, it wasn’t appreciating Bill's lack of a seat belt. He had leaned against the door, kicking Dipper’s left leg up onto the center console and resting that gun against his right.

“It's not a difficult question.”

That was easy for Bill to say, he wasn’t the one trying to answer it. Gideon looked at his hands still gripping the steering wheel, his knuckles had turned white but he didn’t dare let go. He didn't trust himself to not lunge for the gun and get himself killed.

He ran that thought through his head again.

He didn’t want to get himself killed.

“I know what I’m afraid of.”

Bill perked up over the mumbled line. He pulled Dipper’s leg back into the seat and leaned towards Gideon. The weight of that gun resting against his head brought back his shivers. Gideon kept his eyes on the empty road ahead of them, it was better than having to look at the grin across his face.

“Well? What is it?”

“I...”

He had the words right on the tip of his tongue. He just had to say them.

“I’m scared of dying.”

There was a moment of silence before Bill cracked up. He was laughing at him. Gideon had given him his damn answer!

“That’s it? That’s what you’re going to tell me? Everyone’s scared of dying, kid!” Bill pressed the metal harder against his temple.

“Try harder.”

“I'm scared of what’ll happen if I die, okay?”

Gideon felt sick to his stomach. This wasn’t the way he wanted to deal with this, but spilling his guts at 4 am was how it would be.

“I- I don’t want to die! The shop isn’t pulling in anything, daddy knows it isn’t, mom can’t work anymore!-”

He let go of the wheel, bringing both hands up to hide his face. He didn’t want Bill to see him right now.

“-Everythings- It's all going to go under if I’m gone. I’ve been the breadwinner for eight years. What are they supposed to do without me?”

The dead silence in the car froze him to the bone. Bill hadn’t responded to his question, instead leaving him to stew to whatever country song the radio was quietly playing at this hour.

Gideon couldn’t bring himself to look at him. His face was firmly planted in his hands and he would be staying that way for as long as it was silent. Of course, that didn’t get to last very long.

“Gideon?”

Dipper’s voice brought him out of his hands. Gideon lifted his head and turned to his friend, staring wide-eyed at him in the passenger seat.

Dipper’s hands were shaking as he looked at the gun held against his forehead. He’d gone as white as a sheet. If Mabel were here she’d likely lighten the mood with a badly timed joke but, she wasn’t, so they were stuck in that tense silence until it finally clicked in Dipper’s head that he needed to move. He yanked the gun away from Gideon's head and shoved it into the glove box, slamming it shut as soon as it was out of his grip. That wasn’t safe but, neither was holding a gun to someone's head.

“Oh my god, oh my god”

Dipper pulled his legs up into the seat and curled up, arms wrapped around himself with his head tucked into his knees. Gideon could hear him mumbling ‘I’m sorry’ repeatedly under his breath but he wasn’t in the state of mind to explain that it wasn’t his fault.

He needed to get Dipper home. Neither of them were in a situation to move past this but, Gideon needed to do something. The more he distracted himself from it the better.

Gideon reached around him to grab his seat belt buckle. If Dipper was buckled in then they could get moving.

Dipper sat up the minute he reached over, grabbing him with both arms and pulling him in for the second hug of the night. Oh. Well, that was an awkward misunderstanding. Gideon wasn’t going to deny that they probably both needed it, though. He laid one hand on Dipper’s back and let him sit there.

Gideon wasn’t sure how long they’d been sitting there. His leg had gone numb where it’d been pressed uncomfortably against the center console by the time Dipper pulled away from him. He scratched at the back of his neck and gave him somewhat of a smile.

“Sorry about all that, man.”

Gideon didn’t respond. Instead, he snatched up Dippers buckle and yanked it over to click it in. The clock read 5 am now. The sunlight starting to peak over the horizon had already made them both aware of the time. Gideon was going to need a lot of coffee before today’s show if he wanted to be nearly as enthusiastic as usual.

The ride was quiet. It could’ve been silent if it wasn’t for the radio and dirt road leading to the shack. Gideon never quite pulled into the parking lot. Dipper had noticed it years ago when he first got his license but never asked, he knew the reasoning behind the act. If Stan happened to be awake and see him pulling up he’d come out with the bat.

Dipper unbuckled himself and pushed the car door open, Gideon had reached over and grabbed him by the arm before he could step out. It took him a few seconds to get the words out. His throat was still scratchy from earlier.

“Don’t worry about it.”

At least that got a smile from Dipper. Gideon let him get out after that line, watching him walk away until he unlocked the front door and disappeared inside.

He needed to go have a drink of his own after that.

#gideon gleeful #dipper pines #bipper #bill cipher #fanfic #fanfiction #gravity falls #gravity falls fanfiction #gravity falls fanfic #remnants au

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ladyxxdaydream · 5 years

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37. The two of you wear costumes from the same fandom at a costume party. (Yuri on Ice?)

Sorry it took me so long to get to this prompt, anon! Sadly, I’ve never seen Yuri on Ice (its on my list!!) so I had to go with a different fandom. Hope you like it!

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#37 (from this prompt list here. Feel free to submit your own! I’ve already filled 20, 32, 47 & will be filling 2.)

Iruka walked into the party alone. Kotestu and Izumo opted to “watch scary movies” instead, which Iruka knew was code for fucking all night. They were still high off their new relationship. They’d invited him over, but he really wasn’t in the mood to be the third wheel while they made out and fondled each other under a blanket, waiting for a polite time to kick him out. Besides, he liked dressing up, and he thought he did a hell of a job on his costume this year.

Iruka prided himself on his craftiness, which was part frugality, part creativity. He already had the boots, and the navy pants. The blue tunic was fashioned from an old bed sheet. He brought the design to a friend in the theater department and asked her to stitch it up with white trim. All that was left was to bandage up his arms to his elbows, pull on a pair of fingerless blue gloves (the middle and index cut at the knuckle instead of the palm), and fasten the white choker around his neck—he’d ordered the flat, square wooden beads online, which were less than $5.

He made a damn fine Sokka.

Several people had already told him so on his walk over from the dorms. Some had even asked to snap a picture with him, which Iruka shyly obliged.

Upon entering the house, Iruka went straight to the kitchen and poured himself a beer from the keg. When he turned back to face the rest of the room, his eyes landed on a folding table lined with snacks. Iruka knew it was Kurenai’s idea, because Asuma didn’t have that kind of courtesy. What really caught his attention though, was the rather tall person in a fuzzy Appa suit. It looked like a onesie for a 10-year old, given that it cuffed at the guy’s knee, revealing pale calves, instead of reaching his ankles. The flat, wide tail swayed as he moved. It was oddly adorable. Iruka wondered what kind of face went with that swath of silver hair.

His curiosity got the better of him.

“Nice costume,” Iruka said as he approached, biting into the rim of his red plastic cup to try and smother his smile.

The guy looked up from the table, and swept his eyes over Iruka in obvious assessment. It made a heavy kind of heat settle into his skin. Iruka wasn’t prepared to be met with someone so attractive.

“You too,” the guy said. “I see you’ve got excellent taste in television.”

“Did you get that in the kid’s section?” Iruka smirked. He couldn’t help himself. It was so incredibly dorky.

“How’d you guess?” the guy grinned. “The best part is the hood.”

He pulled it up over his head, the arrow bisecting it through the middle, while two brown horns stood out on either side.

It was the cutest thing Iruka had ever seen in his life. His heart beat hard against his chest.

“Hm,’ Iruka hummed. “You’re missing a few legs.”

“Well, we can’t all look like professional cosplayers. Didn’t anyone tell you this was a halloween party? Your costume should either be slutty, cheap, or tacky, judging by the look of this crowd, and yours is none of the above. I went for cheap,” he said, placing a hand on his chest.

“Mine barely cost a thing. I made it. Minus the boomerang,” Iruka said, placing a hand on the object slung at his hip. “I bought that.”

“Huh. Look at you,” the silver-haired stranger said, clicking his tongue. “And you shaved the sides of your head for it, too? What dedication.”

“Ha,” Iruka laughed. “I had this hairstyle before today, believe it or not.”

“Hm. I don’t know if I do,” the guy said, narrowing his eyes at him a bit.

Iruka’s breath caught in his throat.

He’s flirting.

—

Kakashi was flirting. He couldn’t help himself. Not when this sexy fucking water tribe fantasy was standing right in front of him, dark skin and all. Admittedly, he’d searched for fan art of an older Sokka before and it definitely tickled his fancy. And uh, he may have bookmarks of Zukka in his browser, but this was… this was a million times better.

“Kakashi! I see you’ve met my brother!” Asuma all but shouted, slinging an arm around his interest’s shoulder.

It took everything in Kakashi not to scoff.

“He looks nothing like you,” Kakashi said bluntly, in pure disbelief that he’d be attracted to anyone related to Asuma. Asuma was about as far from his type as you could get. A loudmouth, grizzly jock, who ironically didn’t give a shit about his health, if his diet and terrible smoking habit were any indication.

“Yeah, well, he wouldn’t,” Asuma said, yanking his supposed brother’s neck to his chest, whose face flushed with embarrassment as Asuma rubbed his knuckles against his scalp. “He’s my adopted brother.”

The Sokka look-a-like gave Kakashi a weak smile beneath Asuma’s headlock.

“He’s a newbie. A freshman. Ain’t that right, ‘Ru?” Asuma said, letting him go.

“It’s my first year here, yes.” Asuma’s brother said, meeting Kakashi’s gaze for a second, before flicking his eyes down, smoothing out his costume. He readjusted his ponytail, giving Kakashi an opportunity to check out his biceps. Oof.

“I’ve been trying to get him to hang out with us forever, but he’s too busy with chess club and being…”—Kurenai walked by, derailing Asuma completely— “…gay…”

“Being gay? I’m too busy being gay?” Asuma’s brother deadpanned.

“Yeah, you know…” Asuma said, still staring at Kurenai. “You’re part of that organization or alliance or whatever… hey..” he said, bringing his attention back to them for a second. “I’ll be back.”

Yeah right, Kakashi thought, before Asuma left the both of them standing there. He wasn’t about to complain though; he could get back to flirting now, especially since he knew his interest was attracted to men.

“It must take up all your time. Being gay,” Kakashi teased.

“Yeah, my whole life really,” the younger man rolled his eyes with a laugh.

It was such a fascinating, genuine sound. It was full of warmth. Kakashi wanted to wrap himself up in it.

“Uh, Ru was it?” Kakashi asked, needing to know the name of the man he was quickly coming to adore.

The man blushed profusely, scratching at the scar that cut across his nose.

Shit. That was not helping.

“Ah. T-that’s a nickname. It’s Iruka.”

Iruka. Hm.

“Kakashi, if you didn’t catch it earlier.”

“It was hard not to with my brother’s dulcet tone,” Iruka said, sarcastically.

It was Kakashi’s turn to dissolve into laughter.

—

“I should… go home,” Iruka said, standing up from the couch, only to sway a bit. Kakashi placed a steadying hand on Iruka’s hip, before standing up himself.

“Uh, Iruka. You’re a little drunk.”

They had played a partnered game of beer pong (which Kakashi was excellent at, and Iruka well… Iruka tried), before settling into the couch to chat. That was over an hour ago.

Iruka swiveled towards him, bringing their faces a little too close for comfort. Kakashi tried to keep his eyes off Iruka’s lips.

“Am not,” Iruka protested.

“Iruka, your eyes are so glassy, I could drink from them.”

They stared at each other for an awkward moment, as Kakashi wished the floor would open up and swallow him whole, before Iruka burst out laughing.

“That was weird as hell. How—what. Was that a pun on the word glass or were you saying you could literally suck liquid from my eyes beca—”

“Okay, I get it.” Kakashi cringed, feeling his cheeks heat up. “It was weird. I-I don’t know why I said that. It just happened. Will you,”—Kakashi took a deep breath—“let me walk you home? Please?”

Kakashi rubbed a hand at the back of his neck, feeling self-conscious. This damn fleece costume was making him sweat beneath Iruka’s stare.

Iruka huffed out another laugh, stifled by the way he was biting into his bottom lip.

“Okay.”

—

When they made it out to the sidewalk, Iruka appeared a little lost.

“What dorm are you living in?” Kakashi asked, as Iruka scrutinized a particularly large tree.

“Uzushio”

“It’s that way,” Kakashi pointed.

“I… knew that,” Iruka said, changing direction. “I was just… admiring nature…”

“Mhm. Sure.” Kakashi quipped, not believing him for a second.

Kakashi watched as Iruka not-so-gracefully began to walk, sparking an idea to pop into his head.

“Wanna ride me?” Kakashi asked, looking Iruka dead in the eyes with an impossibly straight face.

Iruka tripped over nothing, blushing all the way to his ears.

“E-excuse me?”

Kakashi knew what he said, and how he said it. It was completely worth it. He got the reaction he wanted. It was payback for Iruka embarrassing the hell out of him earlier—stupid glassy eyes comment.

“Do you want a ride? On my back?” Kakashi asked, innocently. “You look like you’re gonna fall over.”

Iruka studied him for a moment, his face scrunched up in contemplation. It looked like he was struggling to connect with the last of his brain cells.

“Stop overthinking it,” Kakashi laughed. “You look like you’re going to combust. Come on,” Kakashi said, bending his knees, offering his back.

There was a few seconds of hesitation before he heard Iruka move behind him.

“I’m heavy,” Iruka protested.

“I can handle you.”

He heard Iruka sputter.

Really, it was too easy.

“Do you need help getting yourself up Iruka?” Kakashi taunted him, which resulted in a sharp tug on his costume’s tail.

“Shut up,” Iruka said, hopping on top of him. He yanked the hood over Kakashi’s head in retribution.

“Hey,” Kakashi laughed, as he pushed himself to stand. “That’s covering my eyes. The whole point of me accompanying you home, is so that you get there safely.”

Iruka felt a wave of heat wash over him, as his crush increased tenfold.

“I-I wanted the full effect,” Iruka said, tugging on one of the plush horns, before he smoothed the hood back to Kakashi’s forehead, away from his eyes.

The real reason he pulled that damn hood up was because he needed a barrier between his face and Kakashi’s bare neck, lest he sunk his teeth into it.

Iruka smashed a smile into Kakashi’s shoulder, encircling his arms around Kakashi’s neck, before he picked up his head and said—

“Yip yip.”

—

Iruka woke up the next morning to find his facebook page blowing up.

Someone, a random girl apparently, had taken a picture of Iruka being carried on Kakashi’s back last night with a caption that read:

Cutest couples costume ever!!!

Asuma had tagged him.

#kakairu #prompt #hatake kakashi/umino iruka #kakairu fanfic #my work #i wish i had talent bc i need kakashi in this appa suit #my fic

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pixs-pinings · 4 years

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Me? Interested in Persona 5? No wayyy...

Warning for long post!

I had this written differently before I accidentally closed this tab, but I recovered the infodump well!

So... Yeah, Ribbon! My Persona 5 SI, my Phantom Thief SI. Still want to work on a possible real name- I wanted to go with a continuation of the plot threads I thought of with my P4 si, but... nah. Two separate SIs. Even if P5 si was also from the real world, I want them to be different for. Reasons.

She would awaken in the same place as Makoto- Kaneshiro's palace. I want to slip her in somewhere, and I feel like that case would feel the most... Natural? After futaba, a lot of shit picks up, and, as seen with Haru, can be a bit awkward. (And... Yes. I'm going to try to make that arc...... Not Suck? Maybe keep Morgana self loathing but...)

As for her awakening itself... She and Makoto have similar reasons! Both of them were previously known as prim and proper students, but then awaken to a sense of Justice, and are able to go all out. After looking a bit into myself, I was like "wow Makoto really is sorta like how I would awaken maybe" because like... I want to fight against injustice and hatred in society, but I'm scared because of the law- and, like Makoto, in p5, I could snap past that. Fuck the law, I want to stop people from being HURT by society's ineptitude. Haha...

Also, a reason for the involvement in the first place- Kaneshiro's reach is... far. Its very possible that people in Kosei were affected- and, in fact, judging by Yusuke being able to gather information, they were. So... Say that one of Ribbon's friends were being used... selling her body, perhaps... Hmmm...

Yes, both Makoto and my p5 SI- can I call her just Ribbon for now?- are third year students at their school. Yes, for Ribbon's backstory, I think I want her to be a Kosei student! Maybe there because of an art scholarship- writing??- or maybe a financial education scholarship, or maybe just that whoever her guardians are, biological or not, they sent her to that school with the money they had. But... Third year. I am 19 irl- and she would be 18 during the majority of the story, turning 19 in that february because surprise I'm a February baby.

Oh, yes, and her costume! She's a magical girl. Supposed to be based off of one- I gave her ribbons and feathers and a poofy dress and high boots with thick soles and gloves... Also, her mask is simple, but... I had the base form of a butterfly, and added on some mask details and also feathers. The ribbons on the lower part of her dress are more noticeable, though. Hence, her name of Ribbon. Unless y'all can think of any better...

As for WHY magical girls? Well, she thought magical girls were cool! Yes, this reflects on me! Ribbon watched magical girl shows ever since she was a young child, and always got this idea of fighting off evil by using bright magic! And punches. And kicks. When Ribbon grew older, while she never grew out of it, she tried to keep it to the back of her mind. She always still kept an eye on one of the magical girl shows- hmm... Beauty Cure? Beaucure? (Yes. Based on Precure.) And it was pulled back to the front with her awakening, because that's always the type of stuff she liked believing in- a magical force of good fighting against forces of evil... OUTSIDE OF THE NORMAL FIGHT AGAINST EVIL SOCIETY TRIES TO DO... Yeah. Mhm. Doesn't that seem familiar.

Oh, yes, I'm going to call the SI by the name of Ribbon- still unsure of if I should use Pix or if I should make up a japanese name that fits a bit closer to my real one, haha.

Her role of the team is... Well, sorta like a magical girl? She has light attacks, which does include the instant kill ones later (points @ magical girls and the series having magical attacks be the magical girl's finishing move), but she also can serve another role... Providing Buffs and giving Debuffs. I mean, magical girl power ups over the season is like a buff... And their attacks debuff the enemy... I would be tempted to also give her some healing things... Maybe later. After all, there are buff moves that are like "gain all three buffs at once!" And she'll get those! So maybe she can also be the status healer...? Dunno. Haven't really watched battle gameplay of p5- even if it's fancy, its... Boring to watch. Oops. Battle dynamics...

As for who her Persona is... I haven't thought of it. I haven't even looked into it either. I was thinking... Her first Persona would be probably an ancient magical girl? Pfft. Funny to say it like that. Maybe a fictional magical girl who was definitely outside the bounds of rules. Maybe villain, maybe hero. Her second persona would... be a goddess. Not the goddess of Magic, since. (stares at Ann.) But. A goddess of something important. Light? Hmm.

Her weapon is... A staff. Kinda a stick, but also it IS something to hurt with. Swing it around, smack someone in the side or head... Use it to adjust your position... Twirling it around... A magical girl doesn't use conventional weapons.

Oh, yeah! Here's where I closed out of the tab by accident. I went to go look at something and my phone pulled a trick on me... Anyway, moving on...

Futaba Sakura is 4'11. Ribbon is 5'. Short squad! Ribbon is irritated about getting teased for it, but is indeed 18- during the story, anyway- and just... Hasn't. Grown. Makoto is 5 inches taller. Interesting.

Ribbon's (outside of battle) role is... well, data gathering, and plan pulling. Makoto thinks of the plans, and can, indeed, push them out to the team... But for group planning sessions, Ribbon is the one listening to everyone's suggestions, and then addressing them... and giving them to the leader to mull over, as well. Make sure everyone is heard.

Oh, idea there... Ribbon also, like me, used to be a theater kid! It helped her grow more used to people around her, more used to speaking, and also technical details on things. Even if she isn't all outgoing, she still shows influences of it with analogies she makes sometimes.

(Spoilers for P5... Brief Warning. Skip to next parantheses for past that spoiler gone.)

During the Phantom Thieves' plans to decieve Akechi into believing he is totally fooling them, Ribbon could easily be very important with that acting experience. While coming up with the plan, Ribbon will definitely state theater terms, backstage, actors, scene changes... And she will definitely help the others get more into character. Staring at you, Ann... For a more believable lie... pull forth a truth similar to this situation and keep that tucked next to your heart... say your lines... and then, when that's over, let it go.

(Spoilers over! Yayyy)

So. Have you guessed who i want to f/o yet? If the answer is yes, congrats, you ain't blind to subtext!

Ribbon's costume is definitely on the lighter side! And... Yes, its definitely pink based. Solid pink ribbons... Light, soft pink dress... A mainly pink mask... I do think the feathers are another color, with those little x marker things that most of the feathers belonging to sharing a similar color, though maybe a different shade. I am... Not good with costume design, though. The accents on her mask would be similar colors to it...

Her hair is black. Darker than Makoto's, yes. She is light skinned, with barely a tan forming on her. Her mask actually covers up her obvious freckles on her face! Her arms, however, still have their freckles showing. (Not in the picture, because i forget about my arm freckles a lot...) (Also not in the picture is the frills on her dress but shhhh)

As for her Confidant? Uh... Hmm... To get to know her... Oh! She can show you her art and writing, sort of brush off her achievements with it because haha not as good as Yusuke Kitagawa's more official art... And her confidant would be helping her tap more into her confident side, whether it be for her own personal projects, or even for her just in society in general! While not as bad as Futaba, she still doesn't like approaching other people... And when that happens, and maybe culminates in her verbally cussing at someone who's been pressing her down for a while now and getting them to lay off her thanks to that newfound confidence. Not a Mementos Target, though she does bring that up but brushes it off as 'just a petty bully thing', but something she deals with herself!

.... Oh, Arcana... Uh. I think... you know how the Jester arcana was like... Another version of the Fool? Wait, the Thoth deck doesn't have an alt Priestess...? Fuck. Uh. Congrats, Akira! You get SUPER DUPER PRIESTESS BONUS. ... Please help

For her Confidant Ability.... Probably something to do with her Magical Girl influnces? The first idea I thought of was like... being able to be a temporary "safe" zone- while in the palace, she could... extend her magical girl light out and create a Barrier that prevents the shadows from noticing her. It will always stay a temporary ability, of course, since otherwise would pribably negate difficulty? But the period would become longer as her confidant goes up. The period of time would be extremly cut down during the times of actually stealing a treasure- after all, the palace ruler is EXPECTING the phantom thieves. No amount of magical girl protecting light would hide that expectation... Or. Something like that.

Also, her last skill. Instead of being like... Making the ability of protecting/anti detecting light last practically forever, its a SUPER STRONG BATTLE ABILITY. What is it? Well... uh... Still have to decide. My current idea has to do with a magical girl blast. Like, activate her light ability right as you get into a battle, and that actually does something- fires a big blast as the battle starts and inflicts damage on the enemy... Hmm. That, or she gets a special version of the all out attack that always kills? Has to be her leading the all out attack, though. What do y'all think...?

Oh, speaking of all out attacks! Hers (or her normal one if I go with the second idea in the above paragraph) would have her landing, spinning around, and doing a sharp "v" pose with her fingers, standing tall and with a grin. Think... Uh... Sailor Moon? I looked up some images and a few I found, with the peace sign arm outstretched, fit that mental image. The other hand would be on her hip, and, of course, she would be winking. Ah, girl vibes.

Yes. I am aware that could be similar to Ann. When i thought of it, i was like "hmmm" but then was like "I do that! and also there's a different between a lean and a wink with the peace sign to your chin rather than a stand/slight slouch and a wink and a peace sign held upward rather than close to the body"

Also, her little line in the background would be "light has prevailed!" In like... Bubbly letters? And it looks like light is shining from behind the letters.

Sure, Ribbon would have a romance route with Akira... but I don't consider that canon. It would make sense that he could POSSIBLY fit my type? But. Nah. Not SUPER attached. Pal at most. Speaking from outside here... In game, with the friendship forming? Maybe so. Anyway, not canon.

Oh my god i just realized Queen and Ribbon have like... Opposite sorta aesthetics. Dark Biker to Light Mage.

Anything else I can think of... Oh, a spoilerly thing.

(I don't believe I can think of anything else to say, so for those who want to be unspoiled on certain things in p5, end of post is the next paranthesis. For others...)

For her reaction to the announcement of Akira's "suicide", it would be something like... Well... A hand to her mouth, and a furrow to her brow... but she doesn't sound like she is going to cry. Instead, she goes, "Ah...", like... Realizing. Like a "hmmm" tone instead of one trying to hold back tears. And then like... Ryuji's scene is after that. And those of you who have seen the scene know what the scene is. So like, if the player was confused by Ribbon, Ryuji smacks them with a direct confirmation.

(And... That's it! Sorry for the long post, I am both unsure of if the read more code trick works on mobile anymore and also am unsure of, if it does work, which version of the trick is the correct one. Because i remember two different versions. Fuck.)

#long post #ribbon the phantom magical thief girl #hahahahaha #self insert #whoops.#also the more i think about it the more i think it may not be obvious. so... guess!

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akaspiderman · 5 years

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monumental rain

pairing: peter parker x female!reader

word count: 2.8k

warnings: none

plot: The rain always marks something special in their relationship.

A/N: this was requested by @princeofsassgard, i hope this is what you wanted :) // i’m on mobile rn so i hope the read more works, if it doesn't, i’ll fix it later

“Are you sure you got it?” (y/n) asks, quickly glancing over at Peter.

“Yup. I got it, I’m fine.”

“But are you sure?”

“(y/n).”

(y/n) sighs, surrendering to him. Peter insisted that he could carry two of her reusable grocery bags despite her protests against it. He only let her carry the lightest one, which she swung between them as they made their way back to her dorm. Peter wasn’t struggling at all really, he was carrying them with ease. But that little voice in her head was telling her that she shouldn’t be forcing Peter to carry her groceries at all. He was practically her guest.

“You know, you didn’t have to come with me,” (y/n) says.

Peter quickly looks over to his left to see (y/n) with her eyes trained to the ground as she twirled the bag around. She was adorable, how could he not offer to carry her groceries? “Mhm, I wanted to keep you company.”

Her heart melts. Peter was so sweet, he always was. She’s known Peter for the longest time and she was sure that he’ll get tired of her. In (y/n)’s mind, their friendship was going to falter after high school. It was inevitable, Peter was going to move on to bigger and better things and she’ll just be a distant memory. But Peter kept touch, even if he went to college in another state.

That’s why (y/n) can’t get over him. Their friendship wasn’t one-sided, he put in effort too. Her mind blew it out of proportion again, telling her there was a deeper motive. That deeper motive was most likely non-existent, but she likes to believe they’ll end up together. Peter was just so caring and considerate that she would fall for him all over again. She was hoping that her long time crush will finally extinguish after he moved away, but no. It’s still burning and he keeps adding fuel to the fire.

Peter travelled back to New York for winter break and (y/n) couldn’t get enough of him. MJ was convinced that (y/n) spent more time with Peter instead of her family over break. She wasn’t wrong though, (y/n) would jump at any opportunity to spend time with Peter. He would disappear after break and who knows how long til she sees him again. Peter had a whole other life at MIT. He can be swept off his feet and she may never see him again. So she takes every chance she can to spend time with him, even if it was just telling him that she has to get groceries and him offering to come with.

“Hey, did you feel that?” Peter asks. Was he talking about the connection they had and how she wants him so bad? Probably not, but she can dream. After all, dreaming is what keeps the world going round.

“Uh, no.”

Peter holds his hand out, palm facing the sky. “Huh, I thought I felt ra-“

His sentence was cut short by the sudden downpour that took over. It was a light drizzle at first, the one Peter felt. It quickly intensified, taking both of them off guard. The sky was rapidly consumed with dark clouds that brought heavy rain that thudded against cars and sidewalks. The already fast pace of New York went into overdrive, as everyone tried to avoid the rain.

“Oh my god,” (y/n) shrieks as the rain starts to soak her coat. Lately, it wasn’t freezing so she wore a lightweight coat that provided no defense to water.

Peter laughs, throwing his head back to embrace the rain. The water works it’s way down his face, tracing every line. On the other hand, (y/n) stands frozen in place, shocked at the sudden shower.

“Come on, you can’t just stand there,” Peter says. He switches one of the bags over to his other hand, using the free one to grab her wrist.

“Oh my god.”

“Oh my god,” Peter whispers. He made about five steps of progress before he comes to a halt. It dawns on him, he’s holding her hand. Technically, it was just her wrist, but same difference. It was enough for his heart to stop.

(y/n) stood still, not wanting to break the moment. He was almost holding her hand. She would do anything to preserve this moment, even if they got caught up in a hurricane she would do her best. Peter was here and he was so close. He had this way of making her feel so bubbly, she could break out in song and dance through the rain like it was nothing.

They probably could have stayed on the sidewalk forever, time seemed to cease. The rain was no longer a problem, they would bask in this moment as long as they could. Both of their minds were more concentrated on the almost hand-holding rather than the brewing storm. They only snap out of it when someone brushes past (y/n). She stumbles a few steps closer to Peter with someone shouting “Get out of the way!”

(y/n) scoffs, reality settling back in. “That was rude.”

“Hey! Hey-“ Peter starts, turning back to the crowd looking for him.

“Pete, he’s not there.”

“I, uh, know but he shouldn’t have pushed you.”

(y/n) rolls her eyes. “You’ve been gone for too long, you forgot how people act in New York.”

Peter shakes his head, chuckling at her comment. He starts tugging her along again, the butterflies coming alive in his stomach when she doesn't pull away.

(y/n) laughs as he drags her through the crowd, water splashing onto her jeans from forming puddles. “You know what this reminds me of?”

Peter looks behind his shoulder. He cocks his head, eyebrows scrunched as if he was pondering the meaning of life. “Mhm, nope.”

“Remember when we first started getting close? We got paired for that science project an-“

“And you were over at my apartment for the third day in a row because you didn’t do any wor- Ow!” Peter says.

(y/n) lightly swung her grocery bag at Peters leg. “I was a stupid sophomore, leave me alone.”

“Um, sure.” He receives a dirty look from (y/n), but she still lets him drag her around. “Anyways, you had to walk home right? But, uh, it started raining and I felt bad. So I walked you home with an umbrella.”

“History repeats itself,” her voice going soft. That memory had a special place in her heart. It was the moment where she saw Peter as someone she would love to get to know. She wanted to know why he did that. She barely did any work because it was too advanced and Peter had to do most of it, but he still walked her home. Peter always clammed up around her and she saw the way he relaxed when he was with Ned and MJ during lunch, she wanted that. She wanted to understand him in every way. That was the day (y/n) pinpointed to the beginning of their friendship. It was monumental.

“You and I have a thing for the rain huh?” Peter continues. “Remember, uh, I think junior year, when it was raining and we were taking the bus to your apartment and you slipped?”

(y/n) lets out a soft laugh. “How could I forget?” When the bell rang to dismiss them, it was pouring. Everyone was running to make it to the bus the least soaked, including them. They were studying for finals and were on their way to her apartment. (y/n) was running so fast and she slipped on a sidewalk puddle. Peter somehow managed to catch her from hitting the ground. She wasn’t sure how he did it, but she was in his arms. Her heart skipped a beat and she was a goner for him. Her crush for Peter bloomed from that moment.

“Another rain story for the book.”

“Peter?”

“Yeah?” He looks back at her again. Her hair had fallen all over her face from the rain and she was completely drenched.

“You should visit more often.”

“I was in New York three weeks ago.”

(y/n) sighs. Peter was never here enough. Thinking about him leaving physically hurt her heart. There would be no one to drag to the market and no one to waste her time with. “Well, I miss you.”

A smile takes over Peter face, it made up for the loss of sunshine the clouds took away. “I miss you too.”

“Then stay.”

“What?”

Panic shoots ups her spine, her eyes wide. Maybe she was completely misreading the situation. Yes, he was almost holding her hand and carrying groceries but that can be friendly. He was just being friendly. They shared hugs and she would lean on him if she was feeling risky, but that was normal. Every single they did was normal, not some secret message that they both loved each other.

(y/n) rushes past Peter with her cheeks ablaze. She was the one doing the dragging now, or at least attempting too. Peter refused to move, his feet firmly planted on the ground. “Are you alright?” he asks.

“Mhm. I’m doing great, splendid. I mean it’s raining a lot and that kind of sucks, but we have a thing for rain. I’m wet so that sucks. Wait, not like that. Wait, you weren’t thinking about it like that but now you are. Never mind, just rain,” (y/n) spews out with a nervous laugh.

Peter shakes his head because he sees where this is going. (y/n) had a nasty habit of saying too much when she was trying to act natural. He figures if he keeps pushing her, something is bound to spill. “Are you sure?”

“Yup. Just me and the rain and you. It’s really nice, the rain. Kinda sucks that we’re getting drenched and the fact that I chose to go to that organic super store that’s really far from my dorm apparently. Speaking of dorms, why do we have to stay on campus freshmen year, huh? That doesn't make sense. But we should go before we get pneumonia.”

Peter held his ground as (y/n) repeatedly tried to pull him forward. “Right.”

“I’m fine Peter. Maybe the problem is you. You’ve been gone for too long and forgot how I act. This is how I always act. Now let’s go. Why aren’t you moving? I’m actually pulling so hard.”

“You’re just acting kind of, um, weird.” (y/n) has taken on a new approach, she wrapped her other free hand on his wrist, using both of her arms to make him budge. His arm was going to be pulled out of its socket at this rate.

“MIT is definitely getting to you. This is who I am. We have to go, we’re literally going to get hypothermia. Why is it even raining during the winter? Global warming sucks. Are you working on fixing global warm at MIT?”

“Probably? (y/n) stop freaking ou-“

“I’m not freaking out! You’re the one who won’t move in the rain after I said I miss you. All I said was I miss you! It’s not like I confessed that I love you.”

(y/n)’s eyes widen, because oh no. She did not just say that. But by the way her heart was thumping and the air was knocked out of her lungs, she definitely said that. She whips around, letting the arm clutching him go. Peter still held onto her wrist and she swore he could feel her burning up. There was no way she could brush that one off. She could’ve played it off and pretend it was a joke but it’s too late. She waited too long to say she was kidding. All she could do was face Peter.

Peter stood there, his arm no longer being pulled from his body. (y/n) had her back to him, but he could tell she was waiting for him to say something. It was his cue after all, this was the part he either breaks her heart or makes her day. But instead, he was frozen in shock at the confession.

“The bread.” (y/n) says, hoping that Peter won’t mention it again. She figures he was going to ignore it by the lack of response. She laughs a bit to mask her heartbreak, but that’s what she expected. Peter barely talked about his friends at MIT, so there probably is some gorgeous person waiting for him. (y/n) can’t be hurt by that, Peter is amazing. She should’ve foreseen someone snatching him up. At least if she lets out a few tears the rain will wash it away. “The bread Peter! It’s going to be soggy, we have to go back. Like right now.”

“Wh-what did you say?”

“The bread will be soggy.”

“No, um, before that.”

(y/n) feels herself deflating. She threw her friendship out the window. Peter will probably never want to talk to her or see her again. They weren’t even dating and she said I love you. The way she said it could not be passed off as a friendly one. She swallows her pride and turns to face him. “I’m sorry.”

(y/n) tries to tug her arm out of his grasp. It didn’t feel right anymore. It kind of hurt having him that close to her but she can never get what she wanted. But he doesn't let go. “Peter, I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, well, um-“

(y/n) lowers her head. She kicks at some small puddles that form, she can’t make eye contact with him. There was no way she could. “It’s alright if you don’t want to be friends anymore. I get that it’s stupid and I had no right to say that. I’m sorry for dragging you out here to help with groceries and stealing all your time here. I don’t know why I did that.”

“It’s fine beca-“

“You don’t have to feel bad about it. I totally get why you wouldn’t wan-“

Peter lets out the smallest laugh, shaking his head. “Hey, look at me.”

(y/n) raises her head, but she keeps her eyes pointed towards the sky. The rain splashed onto her face, it was almost refreshing. The rain proved useful, masking the few tears that started to form. She refuses to cry here, not in front of Peter. If she knows anything about him, it’s that he’ll feel guilty. There was no way she could do that to him. He needed a break, not another problem. If she laughs it off, he won’t think much about it.

Peter places a hand on her face, pushing some strands of hair to the side. He was hesitant doing that, unsure if he had permission to. His hand pulls away from her face and her attention follows them. She looks at him instead of the gray sky. Peter takes in a deep breath, hoping for the best. “It’s, it’s fine because I like you too. You’re just amazing in every aspect and I feel so happy with you. It’s almost tempting to stay here. I like you. I don’t know if I can, um, say I love you but I like you a lot.”

A flood of relief washes over her, followed by bliss. He likes her. Her free hand flies over her mouth, trying to cover the joy that was spilling out. He likes her. “Really?”

“Yeah, of course.”

Peters eyes crinkle from the grin he gives (y/n). She turns into a giggling mess, her happiness couldn’t be contained. He likes her and she likes him. Her heart was fluttering at the idea that they could become something more than friends. “I have no idea why I said that, but I’m glad I did.”

Peter beams at her. Maybe he was soaked and most likely will be sick tomorrow, but this made it worth it. “Me too.”

(y/n) feels the rain falling over them and she knows what she has to do. It was bold for her, but the adrenaline from her newfound relationship kicked in. She leans over to kiss his cheek, lingering just for a few seconds before pulling away to see a bright red Peter. “I’m sorry, was it too soon? Oh my god, did I ruin it?”

“No! No, it was perfect. You saw the rain and took the chance. I’m, I’m glad you did.” He lets go of (y/n)’s wrist to slide his hand into her hand, which she eagerly accepts. “We should probably go before the bread gets more soggy.”

“Will you ever let me live it down?” (y/n) laughs, shaking her head. She glances down where their hands meet and it was a feeling she would love to get used to.

Peter swings their arms between them, creating a rhythm that matches his heart. “Uh, probably not. You told me you liked me and then changed the subject bread.”

(y/n) rolls her eyes, but she can’t be mad at him. He likes her. Peter wasn’t expecting to confess his crush on her in the middle of a sidewalk while carrying groceries that had to be soaked by now, but somehow it was perfect. They didn’t mind the rain. If the rain marked milestones in their relationship, bring on the rain.

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themoonandotherslikeit · 5 years

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The Look in Her Eyes- Chapter 1

***While on a case, Dean and Sam meet a beautiful woman, Ava. She makes a large impression on the brothers, and ends up convincing them to take her on the road with them. It isn’t long before the shared experience, car rides, motel rooms, and risky cases pushes Ava and Dean together in an unlikely story of love family, fate, and friendship. ***

Chapter One, The Detective

Dean

I stepped into the bar, my dress shoes clicking on the floor. Even after all this time I still felt out of place in a monkey suit. I adjusted my tie awkwardly. I scanned the bar, looking for a local who may know more about the case Sammy, and I were working.

My eyes locked on a curvy pale woman with jet black hair that fell down her back in messy curls. Jack pot. I smoothed out my shirt and turned on the charm. "Excuse me, mam." I began, as I slid onto the bar stool next to her.

She looked up at me and met my eyes with icy blue ones. She looked about 25 years old. There was something calm about her. Maybe it was the way her left leg was tossed lazily over her right, or the way her hair tumbled down her neck."You're excused." She said flatly, turning back to her folder of papers in front of her.

I cleared my throat, trying again. "Mam, my name is Special Agent Carter. Can I ask you a few questions?"

This seemed to spark her interest. I wasn’t surprised, women found agents sexy. I’d caught a few with the title before.

I saw her eyebrow twitch slightly. She shut her folder and ran her fingers along the cover. She moved her leg from her knee and titled her head to the side. "Special agent, huh? Can I see your badge?" She held out her hand, wiggling her fingers.

I nodded and pulled the fake FBI badge out of the pocket in my jacket. She took it and seemed to over examine it.

"Agent Carter.” She looked up at me, pursing her lips. “You're a little far away from home, aren't you?"

"Yes mam." I grinned at her. She kept ahold of my badge, and she smiled at me curiously.

"What brings you to my little town?"

"I'm looking into the suspicious deaths that have happened in this town." I said, leaning closer to her. "I don't suppose you knew anything about that?"

Her upper lip twitched slightly. "Why would I?"

"I don't know, mam. That's why I'm asking." My eyebrows furrowed. She was making this difficult. "Listen, we can do this the easy way or the hard way."

She laughed out loud. "You feds are so squirrelly. What? You're not used to getting your way. Can't intimidate a girl so you're getting your panties in a bunch." She handed me my badge back.

I raised an eyebrow. She was feisty. She was annoying. "Listen Miss..."

"That's Detective Langston, to you, agent." She said sliding out her own, very real badge.

I raised an eyebrow. "A little young for a detective."

"I could say the same thing about you, agent." Her jaw was tight. She was studying me. "I know for a fact my office didn't call you down here. So why does DC have a concern about some missing locals?"

I narrowed my eyes, trying to play it cool. I hate it when they try to ask questions. Just go with it, lady. "Listen, sweetheart."

"God, that's just typical. Isn't it? Sweetheart? Listen, you condescending asshat." She stood up and pressed her index finger against my tie on my chest. "I want to speak to your supervisor, agent."

I tried to avoid the urge to groan. Poke me again, and I swear. "You got it, Detective." I reached into my jacket. "Call em." I handed her my bogus card with Bobby's number on it. He would bail me out. He always does. I leaned against the bar top, feeling awkward in my clothes. In my own skin.

She typed the number into her phone and paced back and forth as it rang.

I took this opportunity to study her. She wore tight black dress pants and high heels. She had a long sleeved maroon shirt that hugged her curves and a necklace that fell directly in her cleavage. Two perfect breasts. Get it together, Dean. This woman is trying to bust you. Think with your right fucking head. I tried to shake off the lust that was growing.

"Hello, my name is Detective Ava Langston with Clyde Hill PD in Washington." She pursed her lips. "I'm calling about one of your agents." She narrowed her eyes. "Uncle Bobby? Is that you?"

I stood up immediately, taken aback. Uncle?

"Holy shit! I thought that was you."

She looked more relaxed now. She was leaning against the bar again. "Well since I know you aren't a fed, who am I talking to right now?" She eyed me, again. "Mmhm. Which one are you?" She was talking to me now.

"Uh. Dean." I grunted.

"Dean Winchester, huh?" She looked amused, interested. She looked down at the bar top and nodded a few times. "Yeah, sure." She looked back up at me. "He wants to talk to you."

I took the phone from her. "Bobby?"

"Listen here, idgit. You and your brother are like sons to me, but Ava is my niece, my blood. You don't mess with her. Ya here me? I will kill you dead."

I grunted, with a nod. "Yeah, okay."

"I'm serious, Dean. She is off limits."

I looked up, making eye contact with her. Ava. "I hear you, Bobby. You got it."

I could hear Bobby grumbling on the line. "Idgit." Click.

I handed her the phone back. "So this is awkward." I said with an uncomfortable laugh.

She slowly sat back on her barstool. "Dean Winchester. Bobby talks about you a lot." She commented.

"I didn't know he had a niece." I lowered myself back on to my stool.

"I'm not surprised." She said cooly. "I think he tried to keep me out of your line it work."

"So you're really a detective?" I asked skeptically.

"Mhm." She said with a nod. "And you think these disappearances are a... case?"

"I have my suspicions. Not much to go on yet. Sammy is doing some research back at the motel."

"Well, Dean. Why don't you buy me a drink and you can tell me what you think is in my little town."

I raised an eyebrow. I felt a flutter in my chest. What the fuck? "Like what? A cosmo?"

"Try a beer. But if princess Winchester wants a cosmo I'm sure we can get you one."

I laughed out loud. "Okay. You got me." I put up my hands in surrender and waved over the bartender. "Two beers."

"And whatever he's having." Ava grinned at me.

What a woman.

The bartender handed her two beers and one for me. "So, Ava. What can you tell me about the vics?"

"No real connection." She said taking a swig. "All great people. Successful. Two men and a woman. Different ages. Different parts of town." She sighed.

"They're all successful?" I asked taking another drink. Maybe it was the beer, or being near her, but my head was buzzing.

"Yeah. The woman, Jane, was the youngest CEO in her company's history. First woman, too. A real go getter. Lawrence married a supermodel. She's way out of his league. They do seem really happy, though. Nice couple."

I finished my beer and gestured for another. I had a nasty feeling in my gut that I knew what was ganking people in town. "And the third?"

"The third was just a kid. Nineteen years old. He got into Princeton. He was home for Christmas break."

I rubbed my face with my hands.

"What?" She questioned, leaning in closer to me. I got a whiff of her perfume and felt a little dizzy. "Do you know what's doing this?"

"If I had to bet my life on it, I'd say a cross roads demon."

She sat up a little straighter. "A demon? How do you deal with that?"

I sighed. "You really don't. We can send it back to hell, but it'll claw its way out eventually. If we can find out how many more people made deals we may be able to protect them. For awhile."

"A deal? What do you mean?"

I looked at this woman. Her blue eyes were serious. Bobby's niece. I reminded myself. "Someone summoned the damn thing and made a deal. Something for their soul. They get ten years and whamo hell hounds come for your ass and drag you off."

She finished the next half of her beer in one large gulp. "Jesus."

"I'll say."

"So, how are we going to find out who else made a deal?"

I laughed and finished my third beer. "We aren't doing anything, sweetheart. Sammy and I will take care of this."

"God, again with the sweetheart bit. What? Am I supposed to swoon? I'm coming with you."

"No, you're not." I put my hands up as if to tell her to stop.

"I am. End of story. This is my town. These are my people to protect."

"This is a demon, Ava. Not some regular run of the mill psychopath."

"I get that." She said with a hushed tone. "And I'm not just a detective."

Something came over me. "You didn't." I stood up, shaking my head. "Tell me you didn't."

"Didn't do what exactly?"

"You didn't make a deal. Please tell me you didn't make a deal with this son of a bitch."

"Seriously? You're really asking me that?"

"You're pretty young for a detective! Is it such a crazy thought?"

She laughed and shook her head. "You know what? Fuck you, Dean. Fuck off." She stood up after finishing her beer. She slid into her leather coat. "No, I didn't make a deal. I'm just good at my job. I know it's a crazy concept to think that a woman could progress so quickly in a job made for boys, but I did it. I'm good at my job, asshat. So call me when you need me, because you will need me."

She turned away from me and walked away, swinging her hips. She pushed out fo the bar into the cold December night.

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"Bobby's niece, wow." Sam said as he lounged on his bed in the motel.

"That's what I said." I sat on a chair and the table in the corner, leaning with my feet on the table.

"He called me immediately and told me to stay away from her." Sam laughed. "I can't believe we haven't heard of her before."

"She's something else, Sammy. A real spitfire."

"Bobby told me about her, Dean." He scooted to the edge of his bed.

"What did he say?"

"Her mom died when she was 9."

"Fuck."

"It was a demon, Dean."

"Like what happened to mom?" I asked.

"It was a crossroads demon."

"What was her deal?" I leaned forward in my chair, resting my feet back on the floor.

"She wanted to have a child. She did it for Ava."

"Does Ava know?"

Sammy shook his head. "I don't think so."

"Do you think this is the same thing that kill her mom? Here twenty five years later to collect again?"

"It's possible."

"I don't like that possibility." I said standing up. I walked into the bathroom to splash my face with water. I held both sides of the sink, staring at my reflection. Is this what she saw when she looked at me? My tired, aging face. She was right, of course. I didn't need her for the case, but I did want to call her. I needed to see her again. I wanted to.

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Chapter Two- The Pastor

#The Look In Her Eyes #Chapter One #The Detective #Ava Langston #Dean Winchester #Sam Winchester #Bobby Singer #Supernatural #Fanfiction

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swellwriting · 6 years

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Scars and Secrets

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, mentions of sex but no smut just a soft lil snogging sesh, oh and some bad words like fuck and dickhead :) that is all

Request: Not a request

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: It’s a weird plot but like, soft nervous Remus makes up for it. Also this bitch is long as fuck oops.

Sirius was being abnormally annoying, droning on and on and Remus and James had had enough they distracted Sirius telling him to look at something down the hall and Remus whispered the password puling James into the Prefect bathroom with him. They laughed as the door shut and they swear they heard Sirius yell. ”Guys?” In a confused manor.

They expected the bathroom to be empty, it was just after classes had ended, what they didn’t expect was to see you fresh out of the shower in just a large towel. Remus felt his cheeks heat up, his laughing coming to a halt.

“Y/N.” James said awkwardly as you sat at the edge of the tube rubbing lotion into your freshly washed skin, one leg lifted but you were turned to the side so you weren’t flashing the boys.

“Hi. You guys can use the bathroom if you need, you don’t have to just stand there.”

“Oh no, we were just hiding from Sirius. To bug him, he can’t get in here.” James rambled.

“Mhm, and you can Potter?” You questioned knowing Remus was a prefect but James wasn’t.

“Well I have been in here before, I’m on the Quidditch team.” You teasingly raised an eyebrow at him.

“I’m well aware you are on the team but this bathroom is for captains only and prefects and sadly you are neither. But then again it’s not unlike the two of you to break the rules.”

“Oi mates? Are you in this bloody bathroom?” Sirius yelled from the other side of the door.

“Oh I should go with Sirius.” Remus said looking for a way out but when he opened the door Sirius barged in about to say something to his friends but stopping when he saw you.

You stood up and turned away from them grabbing a piece of clothing to put on.

“Oh we can go if your changing.” James stammered out and Remus just stood there silent wondering if he should look away, just the sight of your bare shoulders driving him mad.

“No its okay, I’ve mastered the art of getting dressed in a towel, not even the girls on the Quidditch team have seen me naked.”

“No one’s seen you naked? Like ever?” Sirius gawked.

“Well, no. I know it’s hard to believe with the stupid rumors, I know you probably have heard and believe them.”

Rumors had been going around the school that you were sleeping with Lucius for money, which was not true at all. Remus was growing more and more uncomfortable and Sirius took note.

“Ah rumors suck, James here knows all about rumors there’s been one for ages about him being in love with Lily! Ridiculous I know, anyway’s I should go.” He said pulling Remus out of the room leaving you there with just James.

“Honestly I did at first, Remus never believed it though, not for a second.” James said after a moment of silence. You were now fully dressed and you dropped your towel making James blink a few times, you were good at that.

You blushed at the thought of Remus not even believing the rumors about you for a second.

“As a matter of fact he pointed out all the plot holes to every Gryffindor in the common room.”

“He is sweet.”

“Anyways any reason why Lucius has it out for you.”

You gulped, this was the first time any one had asked your side of the story, your sadness so pent up you just had to let the truth out.

“Over the summer I dated this boy, I didn’t know he was friends with Lucius. He uh, well he was a shitty boyfriend so I ended things with him and Lucius has it out for me now, he goes to Ilvermorny though so at least I don’t have to deal with him. Just fucking Malfoy and his big mouth.” You paused hanging your towel up to dry and then continued sitting back down on a dry edge.

“Funny how you try so hard to hide yourself from everyone and rumors like this can even be spread, I haven’t even been seen in my bathing suit, how do people believe I’m this… this whore.”

“People like rumors. Speaking of, why haven’t you been swimming yet this year, Rem- I mean we miss you, you’re fun to have around.”

“I uh, I’m kind of insecure, this year more than others.” You frowned as your tears filled your eyes but didn’t dare spill.

“Why this year, I mean I’m not trying to speak out of my place but you look fine.” He gestured to your body.

“It’s not that I just, fuck if everyone knew the truth no one would believe a word out of Malfoys vile mouth.”

“Well tell me, maybe I can help.” He sat down beside you.

“My ex, was super nice for like the first week, but after that he got angry at me, he would yell at me and blame me for everything and by the third week he started taking it out on me, he would hit me and push me into things, I have scars all along my back from being pushed into furniture and broken glass. I just can’t bring myself to let people see them, they are so ugly.”

He was lost for words and could only try to joke.

“Remus has scars...” his voice trailed of thinking about his friend who was head over heels in love with you.

“That’s different, they look good on him. I like the one that goes across his nose, it’s cute.” You said the last part more quietly but James heard it and remembered every word to tell Remus.

“I’m sure the ones on your back are fine, but we could use them to our advantage.”

“Yeah how would we do that.”

“Well Lucius clearly doesn’t know what you look like naked , no one does, but he’s been bragging for days about your body and stuff so if I question him in front of everybody and he chokes not being able to answer my question about you having scars then everybody will see him falter and not believe him. And you don’t even have to be there or anything.” James blurted out.

“I don’t want people to know I have scars.” You trailed off.

“But it’s the only way I can think of to make people believe you. Unless you want us to just prank him, that’s more our specialty.

“I know.” You laughed lightly but tried to explain yourself further. “It’s just, nobody has ever shown any interest in me before and nobody will now after the rumors or the knowledge of my scars I just-” James cut you off.

“No I know how you feel; you think Remus likes his scars? I have to have talks like this with him all the time, he thinks himself unlovable because of them.” James admitted telling you secrets about Remus to try to make you feel better, without telling you too much.

You laughed. “That’s ridiculous, Remus is smart and sweet and cute.”

“And people will think that about you too don’t worry, it will be fine.” James assured you and you just nodded your head.

“Okay Potter, I’m trusting you with this.” You said sighing in defeat but hoping for the best.

“Okay, well how many are there?” James asked referring to your scars.

“What?” You said loudly standing up. “I don’t want to show you them.”

“You don’t know how many there are?” He asked trying not to push you too far.

“No, I can’t see my own back potter.” You defended.

“Okay okay, if I can’t see them will you let Remus? He is the least judgmental person when it comes to that kind of thing.” He asked but you just stayed silent a blush adorning your cheeks.

You didn’t speak for a minute and then James caught on a bit.

“You fancy him don’t you?” He asked you softly and sweetly.

You looked up to meet his eyes and smiled weakly. “Maybe a bit. And I don’t want to ruin my chances with him by having him see the part of my body I hate most.”

“Your back is your most hated part.” He said quietly, usually people would hate facial features or stomachs or such.

“As a matter of fact yes potter, all my other parts are fine.” You loudly defended misunderstanding him.

“No, I didn’t mean it like that I just, well I can see the rest of you is fine, I mean all of you, Remus thinks so… I know that, you know what I’ll just shut up.” He mumbled near the end fumbling over his words.

You giggled a bit but finally agreed, really things were terrible they could only get better now. “Okay. Let’s get this over with.” You agreed and James jumped up. “Well Wait, I should go to Remus first, uh so he knows the whole story before we have him stick his hand up your shirt, not like in that way. Just meet me in my dorm in like ten minutes.” He ran out the door and then grabbed it before it closed.

“You can bring Lily if you want, for moral support of course.” He smiled as he joked.

“Oh fuck of Potter.” You laughed and he disappeared so you made your way to your dorm to change out of the pajamas you had put on after your shower thinking you were spending your evening in bed alone.

“You said What?” Remus asked James loudly after hearing the whole story.

“I was saying that our plan relies on the number of scars there are and you’re the only one she is gonna let see them. Oh and You’re welcome.”

“What am I supposed to thank you? I could barely stand seeing her bare shoulders earlier I choked and had to have Sirius drag me out of the room and you want me to not only touch her bare back but have to count whilst I do it? I’m a complete idiot around her and you know it!”

“Well you have ten minutes until she here.”

“Ten minutes!”

“Actually more like two since I took all that time to explain the story and our plan.”

The color drained from Remus’ face, he instantly regretted ever confiding in his friends about his feelings for you, he wished they had listened to the part where he never planned to act on them.

“I shouldn’t have told you anything.” Remus protested angrily

“No, Moony don’t say that! She likes you too, she even said she likes the scar across your nose, she thinks it’s cute.” He paused as he watched Remus absentmindedly bring his hand to feel the scar across his face, one of the ones he hated most. “She didn’t say that?”

“She did and she called you sweet and nice and cute and smart too!”

“Yeah Rem, I don’t see a downside to this, just keep your composure so you can help the girl out, if you like her so much you will want to help her kill these rumors off.” Sirius added on trying to encourage his friend that he has watched fuss over you for as long as he can remember.

Before Remus could even agree or try to leave there was a knock on the door all the boys turned to each other and stared until peter spoke up. “Well are you dickheads gonna leave the girl waiting?”

“Okay I’ll let her in and me and Peter and Sirius will say we have to go collect other info or something.”

“Got it” Sirius and Peter said in unison and Remus stood there quietly.

Someone finally opened the door and you smiled awkwardly until James welcomed you in. “Hello.” You said awkwardly and the boys all said hello back except Remus who looked like he had seen a ghost.

“Okay so I explained everything to these gits here.” James started.

“I’m not gonna help if you call me a git.” Peter argued.

“You called us all dickheads a couple seconds ago.” Sirius argued back.

“Well is he wrong though?” You shrugged and smiled cheekily.

“If we were dickheads we wouldn’t be helping you.” Sirius said pointing at you and raising his eyebrows like he had made the most intelligent deduction. “Speaking of, Me, Sirius and Peter best be off to get the rest of the needed info on Malfoy.” And with that the three boys left the room.

You turned to Remus who still stood there awkwardly. “We don’t uh, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” You said getting his attention.

“Shouldn’t I be the one saying that?” He joked and sat beside you on his bed as you fiddled with your fingers.

“I uh guess so yeah. This can’t be that weird for you, I mean it’s weird but I assume you have touched a girls back before.” You laughed awkwardly.

“Can’t say I have no.” He coughed clearing his throat as his cheeks heated up in embarrassment.

“Oh I just, assumed. I haven’t done anything like that either so I’m really not one to talk. Not to mention no one has seen or touched my back since the summer.” The conversation was awkward and Remus’ heart fluttered hearing that you were just as unexperienced as him, not that this was anything sexual just he hoped that this would lead to more in the future if not just friendship.

“Okay, uh turn around.” He said his voice getting caught in his throat as you turned your back to him and sat cross legged pulling your hair out of the way.

You took a deep breath.” Okay Lupin, I trust you.” You whispered and his heart swelled.

Remus used one hand to lift up the back of your shirt reveling three scars going different directions. He coughed “There is um three. I think.”

“You think? You can um touch them, and make sure you remember exactly where they are.” You encouraged him and he took a deep breath bringing his hand to your back.

“Okay there’s this one that’s in between your shoulder blades, it’s really faint.” He traced it lightly his hand brushing over the back of your lace bra and his heart felt like it was going to leap out of his chest.

“And this one goes parallel with your spine.” He traced it down, it was a lot deeper and he felt bad for you, knowing some stupid guy did this to you.

“And this one, it starts here.” He started tracing from directly underneath your left shoulder blade. “And it goes across to your ribs here.” He stopped almost wishing there were more to trace but not wishing you to have to endure anything more than you have. He dropped your shirt and you turned around your face hot and you were embarrassed by how much you enjoyed that, maybe just because it was Remus doing it.

“Thanks” You said bashfully and then James came in.

“Okay we are gonna confront him right now, you can wait here y/n and don’t worry we are going to make him look like a fool.” Remus explained to James the scars and their locations and insisted he stay in here with you and wait.

James and Sirius and Peter stopped Lucius in the hallway, just enough people around to witness and Sirius took the lead.

“So I heard about you and that Y/n girl.” Sirius said as casually as he could.

“Yeah, Black. You heard correctly. I thought you guys were friendly with her?” He questioned remembering seeing them together at some point.

“Not as much as you.” Peter chimed in but James glared at him.

“What he means, is not so much this year. We can understand why now; you have been keeping her busy.” Sirius faked a laugh as he spoke, wanting to punch himself in the face for his own words.

“Yeah, I’ve kept her quite occupied.” He smirked people stopping to hear the gossip.

“She’s pretty hot yeah?” James asked and Lucius nodded raising an eyebrow.

“You probably memorized every inch of her haven’t you? You could probably tell us every detail about her, like every freckle or tattoo or mark.” James quipped.

“Yeah you probably know her back like the front of your hand.” Peter added in ruining the saying.

“I don’t think that’s how you say that, but yeah I would say so.” He bragged.

“Well tell us.” Sirius demanded and every eye in the hallway was on them.

Lucius’ eyes widened. “Why should I?”

“Well you haven’t kept anything else a secret why this?” James asked curiously.

“Oh of course she is uh, flawless that one, I mean smooth skin, a few freckles maybe.”

“That’s it?” James asked.

“Positive’ He replied.

“Well, if you actually have been paying her for sex-”

“I don’t pay her for sex, she does it for money because she is a filthy whore.” He spat growing angry.

“As I was saying, if you had really known her body so well you would know she has exactly three scars on her back, put there by your friend over the summer, the one she dumped which is the whole reason you created this stupid rumor about her.” James yelled and Lucius backed up.

“You have no proof.” He barked like a scared dog with its tail between his legs.

“What? Almost like you have no proof in these rumors you started? Pathetic Malfoy, only you would create a rumor in which you still had to pay a girl to fuck you.” The small crowd cheered and laughed at the insult making Lucius speed walk down the hallway. One of the people near the back of the crowd was Lily who smiled watching the Potter boy do something so selfless, she took note of it as she walked away, maybe he was changing.

Whilst all this happened so perfectly you and Remus sat unaware in his bed, once James left the room your turned to Remus facing him. You sheepishly looked over his face “My turn?” You asked and his face fell, you really had no idea how many there really were. “You want to see my back?” He asked confused.

“No I just.” You closed the space between the two of you moving your hand to his face tracing over the one across his nose, your face so close to his he could feel your breath, it smelt like strawberries which he determined must have been from your pink chapstick that he desperately wanted to taste.

“I hate the ones on my face.” He admitted as you traced them, you placed your other hand on his shoulder.

“Really? This one is my favorite.” You smiled.

“Yeah, James told me.” He blurted out before he could stop himself and you took your hand away looking at him.

“He did? What else did he tell you?” You asked mildly annoyed with James.

“Oh nothing that’s it.”

“I find that hard to believe. If Potter spilled one thing, he probably spilled all of it.”

“He may have mentioned that uh, that you might fancy me.” Remus whispered the last part timidly.

“Really? He said that? He said the same thing about you too.”

“What that I fancy Myself?” Remus joked and you laughed.

“Yeah exactly.” You agreed as you watched him look over your lips and lick his own.

“But based solely on the way you are licking your lips and staring at mine I would assume you fancy me too.”

“Oh really?” He smirked.

“And a few other things gave it away.” You teased and before you could continue he pressed his lips to yours roughly, the kiss felt like an eager question and he ran his tongue over your lips tasting your chapstick.

He wrapped his arms around you holding you close, you gasped lightly and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth deepening the kiss, you moaned lightly as he squeezed your sides but before anything more could happen the door swung open and James yelled.

“It worked!” The boys pilled in just to freeze at the sight of you and Remus breaking apart from kissing, Remus still holding you close.

“Worked better than we planned actually.” Sirius corrected but James was quick to object.

“No I totally planned that part too. I get credit for that.” He said excitedly seeing the both of you blush as you hid your face in Remus’ neck.

“Thanks James.” You mumbled and he came and sat directly beside you.

“Don’t thank me, actually do thank me by bringing Lily to Hogsmead this weekend. It can be like a double date.”

“What about us? We helped too.” Peter added in.

“I can get my own date.” Sirius bragged and Peter pouted

“Is that what you call helping mate, a few snarky remarks.” James asked still sitting uncomfortably close to you and Remus.

“I’m sure I can find someone for Peter too.” You laughed genuinely, your day went from utterly terrible to amazing in a matter of an hour and you couldn’t be happier.

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spacednp · 7 years

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Rehab

im trying to put some of my fics on tumblr bc why not so i copied and pasted this from wattpad (its old kinda but like yeah)

TW:it's a rehab fic so if that kind of think triggers you then don't read xx also, peej is in here bc I couldn't resist lol

I wrote this bc I couldn't find any phan rehab fics and so I made one myself I guess you could say it filled me with DETERMINATION

Srry I made the Undertale reference

Wc: 3k

Dan didn't even know why he decided to go the rehab. He should of just kept drowning his problems out with alcohol, it'd worked this long. But here he was, getting his bags checked in preparation for the next 90 days of his life. Yay.

"What's this for?" The man checking Dan's bags asked, holding up a string that was at the bottom of Dan's bag. His voice was ruff and he was a bulky build with dark ink tattoos of dragons staining his arms. Dan didn't even know he had that string in there, it probably just fell off a shirt he had stuffed in the his bag at last minute. It wasn't even seven centimeters long.

"To hang myself," Dan wasn't very funny sober. The man obviously didn't take it as a joke or think it was very funny because he rolled her eyes, frowned, and took the sting away, handing it to another man who threw the string in a plastic tub full of confiscated items. The clear bucket held things from water bottles full of whiskey-oh God that looked so so good to Dan in that moment (there was nothing he wouldn't give for a sip of that right then)-to cellphones.

Once Dan's bags were checked he was stuffed into a dull room with two beds, two dressers, and two wooden desks with chairs. Dan rolled his eyes but said nothing. Apparently he had a roommate. Dan threw his bag onto the bed farthest from the door. The sheets were dark blue, which by far wasn't Dan's favorite color. The men who'd thrown him in the room left. Another man, with dull green eyes and brown curly hair entered the room and Dan smiled at him, which resulted in the man rolling his eyes.

"Hmph, moody," Dan muttered to himself. "I'm Dan by the way," he said a little louder. Rehab really wasn't going to be fun.

The man glared at Dan and suddenly Dan was afraid, very afraid. The man started to walk towards him when he was suddenly interrupted by a knock at the door. Both men looked to see a third man with a cart of blankets staring at them. The man had dark hair and bright blue eyes, Dan felt the warmth of safety run through his body all of the sudden. Though he wasn't sure why. He held the blue eyed man's gaze while Dan's new roommate just sulked back over to his bed and plopped down, anger radiated off of him in waves.

"Is there a problem here, Pj?" He asked, taking his gaze off of Dan to look over at Dan's roommate, a certain warning in his tone.

"No," The man he called Pj grumbled.

Dan didn't take his eyes off of the blue eyed man though, he knew he should look away, but he didn't.

"Good," The blue eyed man said. He turned to his cart and grabbed four dark blue blankets, he set two on Pj's bed and two on Dan's. When he got to Dan he whispered in Dan's ear, "Don't worry about Pj here, he's all bark and no bite." When Phil pulled away, Dan kind of wished he would of stayed, but he was also glad because he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold his breath, but he also didn't even know he was holding his breath. "I'm Phil by the way. Phil Lester."

"Uh, okay," Dan said. Phil didn't respond and left the room. Once he left, Dan felt Pj's gaze burning into him like fire. "What?" He snapped.

"You know, I wouldn't of come here if I knew that this was an only guys type deal, but I think your case is a little different," Pj said.

"What do you mean?" Dan asked.

"Don't play dumb," Pj paused, reading Dan's face. "You've obviously got something going on for Lester there."

"What?! No, no, I'm straight," Dan explained.

"So is spaghetti before things get hot and steamy," Dan didn't know why, but this comment made Dan like Pj. It was stupid to like him after such a weird comment was made but Dan was amused by it, so he let out a small laugh.

"So Pj, about that Phil Lester guy..." Dan really should of thought this through before he started talking. Honestly, he pretty much just blurted the first thing on his mind and of course it was Phil. Well it wasn't every day a semi attractive stranger whispered in your ear at a rehab center, of course Dan would think about him. It wasn't weird, not at all. Or maybe Dan was just a lying alcoholic with no morals, either way, he wanted to know more about the blue eyed man called Phil.

"What about him? You got a little crush on him?" Pj teased. Okay, maybe Dan didn't like Pj that much anymore. Dan ran a hand through his hair nervously.

"I just want to know a little about him," Dan insisted. Okay, maybe he wanted to know everything about the very attractive stranger. He was just really pretty... was that weird? No-no. Dan was just curious, right? He set his hand back down by his side and watched Pj closely, ready to absorb any information he could about the stranger, like a dry sponge dunked into a bucket of water.

"Well, as far as I know he's single," Pj paused for a moment to wink at Dan to which Dan replied with an eye roll, "he's also both the maid and the nurse-this is a pretty shitty center by the way, the place is pretty much a dump-and he's probably older than you."

"Wow don't you know a lot," Dan said sarcastically. He couldn't help but cross his arms around his chest.

"What? I don't keep tabs on the guy, and I've only been here a couple of weeks and I'm not exactly the best person here, I've snuck a couple beers in and gotten busted every damn time," Pj told Dan. Then he smirked. "I think I saw him check you out by the way."

"W-What? No way." Dan felt his cheeks went red, he automatically spun around to try and hide the embarrassment. He couldn't deny how his heart fluttered in his chest. Pj was just teasing Dan though, it wasn't real. Phil didn't check Dan out, no way. Dan walked over to his bag, uncrossing his arms as he walked. He unzipped his back and grabbed a stack of clothes and opened the drawer to his dress which sat next to his bed. Wooden, worn, and very very bland. He couldn't help but read the carved things on the bottom of the drawer.

Fuck this place & these people

I want a bloody drink

Everyone in here is a asshole!

Dan mentally cringed at the awful grammar and terrible handwriting. Dan agreed with the second thing though, he wanted a drink really badly. His was beginning to get foggy with a migraine and he hated the withdraw he was suffering from. This was probably the longest he's been been sober in the past five years, which was sad because it had only been two days. Maybe a little less.

"I have a killer headache," Dan hissed out of no where as he was setting his last shirt in the drawer. It wasn't a lie.

"Go to the nurse, maybe he'll give you an aspirin, or maybe he'll give you some kisses," Pj teased. Dan just shook his head, which sent a million hammers banging into skull at once. Dan let out a small moan in pain. "Oh gee Dan, you getting a little too excited over there?"

"Shut the fuck up," Dan spat at Pj. Pj chuckled at this, which sent a wave of frustration through Dan. Why was he laughing?! Dan literally felt like he was dying!

"I'll take you to the nurse, hopefully Phil's in his office," Pj stood up and started walking towards the door. Dan followed slowly because wow his head hurt. Dan followed as fast as he could and kept up with Pj's fast pace as much as he could, but ugh his head hurt so bad. Eventually they reached a door that had the work "nurse" on its navy tag.

"Here we are good sir," Pj said, slapping Dan on the back and beginning to walk away. But before he left completely he managed to call, "Good luck getting him to fuck you!" Over his shoulder. Dan rolled his eyes at Pj's rude comment and knocked on Phil's wooden door.

"Come in!" Phil called from inside. Dan opened the door with his right hand, his left one busy cradling his aching head. Inside was the blue eyed beauty known as Phil sitting behind a wooden desk who was scribbling something on a piece of paper. He was wearing thick black framed glasses which somehow managed to make him look more attractive than earlier. There was a computer on his desk with several papers, along with a few little nerdy trinkets. There was two chairs on the side of Phil's desk that was closest to Dan so he took a seat in one. On the wall behind Phil there was a few tall cabinets and a sink. "What's the matter?" Phil asked, not looking up from the stack of papers on his desk.

"I have a killer migraine," Dan announced. Phil looked up from his papers and smiled once he saw Dan.

"Name?" He requested, his voice sweet and warm. It reminded Dan of a warm winter coat on a chilly December day, warm and laced with fluff, guarding him from the brutal weather.

"Daniel James Howell," Dan told him, removing his hand from he head. Phil nodded and set down his pen. He turned to his computer and typed a few letters into the keyboard. The computer was white and bulky and was probably older than Dan was, weighed more than him, and was really really slow. Dan would call it slower than him, but in reality a rock could probably beat Dan in a race.

"Mhm," Phil hummed, clicking something on his screen Dan couldn't see. "Here you are! Daniel James Howell, number one twenty seven!" Dan loved the way his name rolled off of Phil's tongue. He loved how it sounded when Phil said it. But that was normal, right?

"It's not like I don't appreciate the banter, but can we just get my headache taken care of please? It's killing me," Dan whined. Phil giggled and the sound was so sweet it almost made up for the fact that he was taking so long to just hand Dan an aspirin. Almost.

"Yessiree," Phil sung, standing up and walking over to the cabinet behind him. Dan couldn't help but notice the way Phil's hips swung as he walked-okay maybe that was a little bit of a weird thought. Phil hummed a little song as he picked up a bottle of pills and opened it up. He took out a plastic cup and half filled it with tap water from the sink. He walked over to where Dan sat and handed him the pill. Dan's skin tingled when Phil's fingers brushed against his outstretched palm. That was normal though, right? It just tickled a little bit. Dan put the small pill in his mouth and Phil handed him the water. Dan took a big swig of the water and swallowed. He handed the cup back to Phil who walked back over to the sink and dumped the rest out and then threw the cup in the trash bin that sat next to Phil's desk. Dan wouldn't of wasted a drop of that if it had any alcohol at all in it.

"I have no idea how I'm going to survive three months without any alcohol," Dan thought out loud. Phil laughed, his tongue poking out of his teeth a little as he did so.

"I did it not too many years ago," Phil said. That was the last thing Dan expected to hear from the man. Phil just seemed too... good. He seemed very sweet and innocent, like a little kitten. Soft and frail. Dan couldn't even picture Phil anywhere near a bar, let alone drunk out of his mind and slurring his words. That just didn't seem like Phil. The fact that Dan felt so close to Phil even though he didn't even know the man was kind of odd. Dan noted that how he described Phil was similar to how the family and friends of serial killers described the killer.

"Really?" Dan gasped. Phil nodded, smiling still. Shook ran through Dan instead of blood.

"I was only about a year younger than you. Five years sober this March," Phil commented, a content look on his face. "You'll get used to it. Even after five years it's still hard for me sometimes, but I'm taking it one step at a time,"

"Huh, I can't picture you drunk," Dan blurred. Phil's personality was just too... adorable. Phil laughed again. "What's so funny?" Dan questioned.

"You really don't remember, huh?" Dan shook his head, confused. "Well I guess it makes sense, you were pretty hammered. Anyway, I helped you home once when you pretty much passed out outside of a bar in London a few years back. Seeing you like that was the reason I got sober and eventually got this job. I realized that it wasn't healthy to throw your life away like that and seeing someone as young as you in that state broke my heart and so I decided I wanted to help people get sober. I guess I finally get to help the person who helped me,"

"I didn't do anything," Dan said. He was really shocked, but he guessed that was why he felt so safe around Phil, because Phil had helped him before.

"Yes you did Dan. You opened my eyes and made me finally put my life in focus," Phil said. Dan didn't know how to feel. How was he supposed to feel? Was there a way he was supposed to feel?

No, there wasn't, he realized. Feelings weren't wrong or right, but they were yours. It wasn't wrong to dislike someone and it wasn't wrong to like someone either. Feelings turned into actions though. There was wrong and there was right actions. It was wrong to hurt someone but it was right to comfort someone. But how did you distinguish what was a wrong action and what was a right action? The little voice in your head. At first it always sounded like Dan's mum, telling him not to eat his brother's cookie or telling him not to run the red light. Over time though it started to sound like Dan. It told him to not smoke that cigarette he'd stolen from his dad. It even told him not to drink so much, it was the reason he was in rehab. He had ignored it all those years ago when he ended up drunk out of his mind and passed out outside of some random bar in London. It told him to trust Phil, and he listened to it.

•••

In rehab Dan learned to trust that little voice.

It told him to not take a drink of the vodka Pj managed to smuggle in, even though every other part of his body wanted it so so bad.

It told Dan to fake a headache a couple of times to go and see Phil.

It told Dan to not lose his temper when Phil found the vodka in his and Pj's room and Pj insisted it was Dan's.

It told him to calmly explain to Phil that it was Pj's and that Dan would do any blood tests to prove it.

But now, as Dan was packing up to leave rehab, it told Dan to do something a little different. He opened up the first drawer in his dresser and crossed out all the rude messages in it. Instead he replaced the terrible messages with new ones.

It gets better

You can do it

Never lose hope <3

It was cheesy and kind of-okay, very-stupid, but Dan couldn't help it. It was true, and like sweet little Phil, Dan wanted to help people. He new the truth behind the people who drown themselves in alcohol every night. They were not bad people, no. They were just broken people who ignored the little voice in their head, the one that would help them get better.

People can inspire you to help others or help yourself, but when it come down to it, you're the only one who can save yourself.

The voice will tell him to agree to go on his first date with Phil.

It will tell him that he has a crush on Phil and has since he first saw him.

It will tell him to come out to his family.

It will tell him to look into beautiful bright blue eyes and say 'I do'.

It will tell him to sign those adoption papers. Daniel James Howell-Lester.

It will tell him that it's okay to explain why Daddy and Papa don't drink all the same 'grown up' drinks as all their friends' Daddies drink to his children.

It will tell him to tell his children that no, having two Dads isn't weird.

It will tell him that it's okay to cry as his youngest child leaves for university.

It will tell him that he wants to stay with Phil until the day he dies.

And he will listen to it. Always and forever, because he's learned from his mistakes.

#phanfiction #i hate this one why am i posting it on here??#i hate all my fics tbh #phan #dan and phil #danisnotonfire #amazingphil #phanfic #fluff?? i guess #triggering xD #why did i put 'xD' i hate myself

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[ First Date ] [ @abyssaldespair ] [ Uchiha Obito, Suigin Ryū ] [ Alcohol, Gun ] [ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ]

This isn’t the first time she’s been asked on a date by a patient...but it is the first time she’s said yes.

Most of the time, Ryū follows an unspoken rule: no fraternizing with the people she treats. There has to be a line between the professional and the personal. Not...that she has much of the latter, anyway.

But there’s just...something about this one. He’d been so sweet bringing her those flowers, all blushing and stuttering. Most of those who have tried to step over the line between patient and nurse were more...well, blunt. But not him.

...of course...there’s still something that...worries her. Sure, it’s not too rarely that they have victims of firearm violence. They’re an inner-city clinic, after all. But that’s the part that has her unsure. While he may have been an unlucky bystander...Ryū can’t help but wonder if he’s a bit more involved in such violence than she may have first assumed.

Which, of course, leads her to question how...ethical seeing someone like that would be.

...but, she doesn’t want to make any assumptions. So, for now...she’ll trust her gut: that he’s a good person.

...mostly.

She can’t remember the last time she wore a dress. Tugging at the seams along her hips, Ryū eyes her reflection critically. It’s a simple little black cocktail dress - with a hem just above the knee, a slightly-dipping neckline, and flowy, elbow-length sleeves. And it...might be a little tighter on her than when she got it.

But she really doesn’t have much else...so she’ll just have to make due: hips, chest, and all.

The last thing she does is adorn a little silver jewelry, indulging in a spritz of perfume before pulling up white waves with a few “carefree” stragglers to frame her face. Then she puts a purse over her shoulder (a bit harder to be stolen if it’s hung around her), gathers up her keys, and takes a steadying breath before heading out, locking the door behind her.

...please don’t let me regret this…

Once tucked in her little car, she reviews the address he gave her. Admittedly, she’s not too familiar with a lot of places downtown - she tends to avoid it beyond work. Still, she at least knows the street. Hopefully it won’t take much from there to find where she’s going. Throwing the little rig in gear, she leaves the apartment building’s parking lot and makes her way into the belly of the city.

It’s early evening, the sky dusky and not yet fully dark as she weaves down the busy streets. Parking is probably going to be a nightmare, but...well, it’s too far to walk. Eventually she manages to find a little spot near an alley, skittering into the lights and away from the shadows between the buildings.

As luck would have it, she meets him before the proper door. He’s leaning against a building, almost...looking like he’s gathering his nerve. There’s a look of focus on his face, staring down toward the sidewalk. Almost subconsciously, people give him a wide berth as they pass by, a few sparing glances to him that he doesn’t seem to notice.

Is he...nervous?

She’s not really surprised - after all, given how bashful he’s been before, she hardly expects him to be suave and confident now. But it does help settle some of her own nerves, knowing she’s not the only one who’s a little unsettled in all this.

Before she can stop it, Ryū smiles warmly to herself. Hands clasp at her front, taking a few more steps and tilting her head inquiringly. “...Obito…?”

He gives a start, snapping upright and flushing a light pink. “Huh -? Oh. Er...hi.”

Her smile only grows, a bit endeared at his reaction. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you...I guess we both came from the same direction! It’s...down this way, right?”

“...right.”

A small glint gleams in her eye. “You look awfully spiffy!”

And he does. Not exactly a full suit, but still...nice. A dress shirt is neatly tucked into a nice pair of slacks, which hem just above blacks shoes. Complete with a tie, a jacket tucked over one arm. All his worrying must have made him warm. “Er, thanks.”

Sparing a hand to tuck some hair behind her ear, Ryū then offers, “...so, shall we go? I guess we’re a little early, but...better than being late!”

“R-right.” There’s a pause, and then he fumbles his jacket around to offer her an arm. With how flustered he is, Ryū’s hard-pressed not to giggle. Not at him, but rather...because of him. He’s just so cute! At least his own actions are making it easier not to worry about her own.

“Ne…? No need to be nervous. I’m not gonna bite your head off!”

Obito gives her a glance, clearly not looking so sure. “Yeah. I just, uh…”

Taking his proffered arm, she leans into him a bit, seeing him stiffen. “...hey. You don’t have to try so hard. Just...pretend I’m an old childhood friend! Someone you already know. Would that help?”

For a moment, Obito’s expression becomes...unreadable. And yet almost slightly...pained? But before Ryū can amend, he replies, “...I can...try that, sure.”

She tilts her head curiously, but doesn’t ask. “Okay. Let’s see if we can seated a little early, ne? Then we can have some time to just...sit and chat!”

Obito nods, straightening up a bit before beginning to walk. Ryū follows suit, still on his arm, beaming lightly to herself.

It’s not a hugely fancy place, but it’s clear it was a good idea to make a reservation. Only half-listening as Obito hashes it out with the lady at the greeter’s station, Ryū takes to looking around idly, following as they’re given a table: a little one tucked in a corner. The lighting is rather low, accentuated by candles atop the table. How romantic!

Tucking her skirt as she takes her seat, she watches Obito from the corner of her eye. Rather than across from her, he sits along the side that meets hers. When the server asks for drink orders, she sticks with water despite his inquiring glance.

“Just water?”

“Mhm.”

“What, no wine? Or a cocktail?”

The nurse smiles sheepishly. “I...don’t care much to drink. Especially in a public place. At home, maybe a bit…” Paranoia is a powerful thing, and she’d much prefer to keep her wits about her in a place with strangers. What she sees through her work makes her more than aware her city isn’t the safest. “...besides, I don’t want to miss anything if I get tipsy, ne?”

Obito almost looks close to pouting, but acquiesces, doing the same. There’s an awkward silence for a few ticks before she asks, “I do hope your wound doesn’t bother you…? It healed well?”

“Oh...yeah. It’s fine.” A hand spares to rub subconsciously at the shoulder. Almost before he seems to consider the context, he adds, “I’m used to it.”

Ryū’s brow quickly furrows. “...that’s...unfortunate.”

Seeming to realize what he said, there’s a pause as he fumbles before offering, “I, er...I’m always getting hurt one way or another! Y’know, uh...accident prone.” He glances aside as though in avoidance, but...there’s also a look in his eye that seems to suggest there’s a grain of truth to that.

“...I see…” Taking a moment, Ryū eventually looks up, attempting a humored smile. “Well...I guess it’s a good thing you know a nurse, ne?”

He startles a bit, as though not expecting that reaction. Glancing to her, there’s another hesitation before he replies, “...I guess so.”

Slowly at first, conversation picks up from there, even once they order and receive their food. But no matter their chatting, there’s still a degree of Obito’s jitteriness that just...won’t go away. Is he really this nervous? Or is there something else going on? Ryū listens quietly whenever he speaks, doing her best to watch his mannerisms. Maybe he’s got some kind of...anxiety disorder? He’s so jumpy…

Eventually though, they finish their meal, and Ryū insists on declining dessert. “Maybe something later - I don’t want to overdo it and be miserable!”

From there, they work their way to one of the several cinemas the city hosts, perusing the selection. Admittedly, she’s not too familiar with anything playing, and Obito doesn’t seem to be either. So, they pick one at random, with a relatively quick starting time, skipping snacks and simply taking their seats about two thirds up from the front.

While advertisements play, Obito seems to just keep...fidgeting. After several inquiring glances to no avail, Ryū looks to the armrest between them before just...tucking it back up between the seats.

“...what are y-?”

With that out of the way, she nestles down in her seat more and...snuggles up against his shoulder with a light sigh. For a moment he goes stiff, clearly unsure what to do. But eventually, an arm carefully makes its way around the small of her back, prompting a little more settling before they both go still, and the lights go dark.

Thankfully the opening music means she can’t hear his loud, nervous gulp.

Admittedly, it’s...not much of a thriller. Not really any action, and more like...a slice of life movie. But about halfway through, the plot starts to get sad. And then sadder. Watching with a brow wilted in sympathy for the characters, it takes a while for Ryū to notice Obito sniffling. A look up prompts a small start.

He’s crying?!

There’s a long moment where she just sort of...stares, not sure what to do. He hasn’t noticed her yet, too fixated on the screen and its plot. Should she...suggest they leave? She doesn’t want him to cry! But...well, she supposes that means he’s at least invested, even if maybe it’s not something to enjoy if it’s making him sad. So, she just snuggles back down along his shoulder until it ends.

The lights then slowly come back up, people milling about as they ready to leave. But Ryū isn’t in a hurry, preferring to wait and have a clear path out. At first she pretends not to notice him rubbing a sleeve at his cheeks, but eventually looks to him sheepishly. “...are you all right? I’m sorry - I didn’t realize it would be sad…”

“No, no...it’s fine…” He gives another loud sniff, prompting a whisper-soft giggle from his date. “I don’t...usually do that -”

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t bottle it up,” she chirps lightly in reply. “Sometimes it’s just...good to have a little cry, ne?” If she’s honest with herself, in a way she’s glad he did - it lets her judge his character a little better. After all, a man who can cry at a movie is one who’s a little more...suited to her tastes. You know - sensitive!

He pauses at that, looking a little unsure...until she gives his nearer cheek a peck, flushing it pink as he startles.

“You missed one,” she teases about his tears, giving him a warm smile. By then, the theater’s nearly empty, so she stands and tugs his hand. “C’mon!”

He stutters and stumbles for a moment, but lets her lead as they head back out into the chill of the evening. By now it’s fully dark, even if the city lights try and say otherwise. Obito gives her another glance as Ryū holds his arm hostage, leaned into him again with a contented hum. There’s a funny, swelling feeling in his chest that he decides is a good thing.

“So...what now? It’s not too late, and I have the day off tomorrow.”

“Er...we could...walk around…?”

“Okay!” She’s quick to agree, even though her outer arm - that without an Obito to snuggle up against - is getting rather cold.

To Obito’s credit, it doesn’t take him long to notice. After managing to wriggle out of her grip despite her questioning, he takes his jacket and drapes it over her shoulders, adjusting it a bit at her front and holding the hems as they sort of just...stare at each other for a moment.

Then the tension seems to break, and they both glance aside with nervous laughter. “...that’s better,” she concedes, holding the front closed with a hand, the other retaking his. They keep walking aimlessly, Obito glancing over several times as though not quite believing what he sees, Ryū just beaming happily against his side.

For a while, she doesn’t seem to pay their path much mind...but eventually notices that Obito’s guidance is rather...all over the place. They weave to and fro across the street, as though skirting something. She tries to see what, but...can’t really make out a pattern. It’s not until they hurry past a parked police car that she gives him a curious glance. Is he…?

The worry from earlier - before she left home - wriggles back to life in her gut.

“Is...something wrong, Obito?”

“Huh? Wrong? Eh...no.”

The feeling works its way into her expression. “...are you sure…? We can -”

“I just, er...you know...I -”

“Obito.” Ryū comes to a stop, prompting him to do the same. Greys give him an imploring look. “...what’s wrong?”

“Nothing!”

“...when you came into the clinic...who shot you?”

“I -”

“Who shot you, Obito?”

They reach an impasse, and then...he wilts. “...it was...someone I owed some money to.” He doesn’t look keen on elaborating.

Ryū softens. “...is that why...you’re so nervous…?”

No reply.

“...are you in trouble…?”

“...I…”

She keeps staring despite his look aside before sighing, her own gaze dropping. “...come on.”

“Wh-?”

She doesn’t explain, tugging him forward despite his questions. And she doesn’t stop until she pushes her way through a door that dings pleasantly. Beyond, behind a counter, a pair of apron-clad people greet them jovially. “The usual, please.” Coming to a stop, Ryū turns around to face Obito, giving him a pointed look. “...go pick something.”

“...I -?”

“Anything you want.”

He looks completely lost. Glancing to the displays, he gives her one last confused look before awkwardly going to peruse a selection of...ice cream.

In the meantime, Ryū accepts her own, offering a good bit of money and insisting anything extra be put on her tab. Apparently she’s a regular...which makes sense, given they’re only about a block from the clinic now, after all their walking.

She takes a seat near a window, absently lapping at her cone and watching him. The longer he agonizes, the more nervous he seems to get, eventually accepting an offer of sampling a few things. After several, he picks one out, going to pay before one of the employees shakes their head and points to her. He clearly makes to argue, going so far as to pull out his wallet, but they just laugh and insist, handing over the treat. A pause…and then he accepts, turning to her with a look that’s almost like a pout.

...it’s then she makes up her mind.

Obito gingerly sits in the chair opposite her, staring at his ice cream. “...I could have paid for it.”

“I know.”

“...why did you...bring me here?”

There’s quiet as she seems to think, still licking her ice cream. “...I was testing you.”

“...testing me…?”

“...I don’t know what you do. I don’t know why. But…” She considers her cone for a moment. “...I find it very hard to believe that someone who cries at sad movies...and gives a girl his jacket when it’s cold...and gets flustered over being given ice cream...can be a bad person.”

Obito seems to stiffen for a moment.

“...so, you passed my test,” she announces as-a-matter-of-factly, tending to her ice cream for a moment. “...you better eat that, or it’s going to melt all over your pants.”

“Ah!”

They don’t leave until they’re done (Obito’s pants making it out without a single drip). Ryū still holds his jacket with one hand, the other loosely intertwining a few fingers with his. A glance to a nearby bank’s scrolling billboard reveals that it’s gotten rather late. “...well...I guess we should probably head home, ne?”

“Yeah…”

“I had a lot of fun! Though I still feel bad the movie made you cry…”

“I wasn’t crying...the theater was just very dusty. Made my eyes water.”

Ryū laughs into her palm. “Mhm…”

“...so…”

“Hm?”

Obito hesitates to a stop as they approach her car, drawing her gaze. “Could...could we, maybe...do this again? Well, not this exactly, that would be boring...unless you want to! I -”

“Obito.”

He clams up with a snap of his jaw as she lightly chides him.

Giving him an exasperated smile, she steps up a bit, hand still in his. “...you think too much.” With that, she rises up on her toes to match lips to his softly, lingering for several seconds before easing back. “...we can definitely do this again.”

Eyes wide and face flushed, he just sort of...stares for a moment.

“I’ll text you tomorrow. Actually…no. When I get home. To let you know I made it okay.” A digit gently pokes his chest. “And you do the same, so I don’t have to worry.”

“...y-yes ma’am.”

She snorts. “...tomorrow, we’ll see about arranging another date. But for now...goodnight.”

“Uh huh…” Sounding a little dazed, he lets her withdraw her hand, only seeming to snap back to it when she hands him his jacket. “You don’t...need it?”

“It’s not far to home, and I can turn on the heat in the car. Besides, you still need to walk to yours, ne?” An eye winks. “...I’ll steal it again next time.”

Another blush.

Waving, she steps into her car, turning the engine and eventually pulling from the curb and into the night.

Obito watches her go until she’s lost in the sea of tail lights. Glancing to his jacket - and then around guardedly - lips purse for a moment before lifting the garment to his nose with closed eyes.

It smells like her…

Well...it’ll have to do. Until he sees her again.

I guess you’ve technically already read and reacted to this but I’m gonna put ANs anyway =P This was super fun to write (and super late I’m sorry OTL) - honestly little slice of life fics are some of my favorites to do! Your prompt was adorable and I was grinnin’ the whole time I was writing xD Once I get Mey’s drabble done and am all caught up, I can start on some other AU ideas I’ve been hoarding :3c But for now, you’ll have to just content yourself with this. And the like dozen-odd other fics I’ve written for these dorks, I love them so much uwu

#abyssaldespair #uchiha obito #suigin ryū #alcohol //#gun //#best years of your life [ au ]

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