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A Not-So-Disastrous Romance (Book 1) Chapter Eighteen

Kusuo Saiki x Reader

Chapter Eighteen: Karaoke Party

Summary: Saiki has to go to a class party and just wants to eat sweets. Nothing is ever so simple.

            Saiki sighed in frustration as his apportment continued to cause problems. It was slow going getting to the money he needed to pay for the coffee jelly he’d had after forgetting his wallet, and due to his zebra-print, everyone had noticed him, so he couldn’t teleport away for the money, either. He was pretty stuck, unfortunately, and if he kept going, he’d cause more problems for people with his apportment.

            “Kusuo?”

            Saiki looked up and decided that maybe the world was smiling down on him today (for once in his life). It was (Y/N), wearing a white shirt with strawberries and pink shorts. When did Saiki start noticing fashion outside of himself? When it was (Y/N) looking like a sweet, which Saiki liked just as much as he liked (Y/N).

            “Hi, (Y/N).”

            “You look a little frustrated,” said (Y/N). They sat down opposite him, and unlike if anyone else was presumptuous enough to sit down without asking, Saiki was glad to have them. “Do you need help something?”

            “I forgot my wallet,” admitted Saiki.

            (Y/N) smile and pulled out their, of course, pink wallet. “Well, I was planning on getting myself a sweet, so I have mine. What if I cover for you?”

            “You will?” said Saiki.

            “Yeah.” (Y/N) shrugged as if it was no matter. “I know you’ll pay me back when you can, so it’s no big deal.”

            “Thank you,” said Saiki honestly.

            “Of course,” said (Y/N), calling over a waiter. “But do you mind if I have my snack, first?”

            “…Can I have another coffee jelly? I’ll pay you back for both,” said Saiki. If he was going to be here for a while longer, he might as well have another treat.

            (Y/N) laughed. “Totally.”

They made their order, and Saiki made his before. Once they got their treats, they dug in happily.

            “So, Kusuo, how do you feel about the class trip to the OK Karaoke place that opened up?” asked (Y/N) in an attempt to make conversation.

            “I’m going for the grand chocolate parfait they have,” said Saiki.

            “Not one for singing?” teased (Y/N), knowing he wouldn’t like the attention.

            “Absolutely not,” said Saiki gravely.

            “They’re going to make you,” said (Y/N). “What’s your plan?”

            “Get my parfait and then leave,” said Saiki.

            “Good luck,” said (Y/N). They knew things had a tendency to fall through and force Saiki to recalculate at the last moment.

            “Are you planning on singing?” said Saiki.

            (Y/N) nodded. “Chiyo, Mera, Kokomi, and I promised each other to all sing so none of us felt embarrassed about being the only one of our friend group.” They laughed. “I’m hoping Kokomi isn’t the first one of us since she’ll be a tough act to follow. She can really sing.”

            “Can you?” asked Saiki.

            “I sing in the shower, so that’s as far as my skills go,” said (Y/N) jovially.

            Saiki took a risk. “I’m sure you’ll sound nice.” He wasn’t very open with compliments, but with (Y/N), he never saw the harm. He wanted them to be confident and happy with themself.

            (Y/N) beamed, and their heart thrummed at the compliment from Saiki. “You think so?”

            “Yes,” said Saiki honestly.

            (Y/N) ducked their gaze but smiled softly. “Thanks, Saiki.” They risked a look into his yes. “And, hey, if you really do get forced to sing, I’ll do a duet with you, how about that? Then I can make a fool of myself so you don’t have too much attention.” They could help him out and get a moment with him. A win for (Y/N).

            Saiki’s gaze softened as he looked back at them. They were always so willing to help him. He really needed to pay them back. They were just too good.

            “That would be nice.”

            Saiki hoped to avoid singing, but at least now he’d be with (Y/N) if he had to. That wasn’t too bad. Honestly, he found that maybe he wouldn’t mind if he ended up participating.

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            “Hey, who stopped my song?” said Takahashi as the karaoke machine glitched during his terrible singing (thankfully).

            “Saiki, what will you sing?” said Kaidou.

            “I came to eat,” said Saiki. He had made his order for the grand chocolate parfait instantly, and now he just had to wait and hope it came before he had to sing at all.

            “Saiki, we are here to make memories as a class today,” said Hairo, walking up to their table. “Every person much sing at least once.”

            (Y/N) took the song requester from Hairo.

            “Haven’t you already signed up?” asked Hairo.

            “Oh, yeah, but Kusuo and I were thinking of doing a duet. Getting up on your own is a lot with all these people,” said (Y/N), smiling brightly.

            “Of course! What a good idea, (Y/N)! It builds camaraderie!” said Hairo.

            (Y/N) grinned and winked at Saiki playfully since their plan had worked. Saiki felt his heart warm at their helpfulness and the wink.

            “It’s finally happening!” cried several voices, and everyone looked up at the stage area. It was Teruhashi’s turn. “Teruhashi! The class idol is going to sing!”

            Teruhashi winked. “I feel sort of shy!”

            “I never imagined I would get to hear Teruhashi sing,” said a boy.

            ��Her voice is beautiful,” said another, brough to tears.

            “They do realize she hasn’t started singing yet, haven’t they?” said (Y/N), blinking in confusion.

            “They’re being stupid,” said Saiki.

            Saiki is here, too! Welcome to my concert! said Teruhashi.

            This isn’t your concert.

            Teruhashi lifted the microphone and began to sing, perfectly in tone and as beautiful as ever. She sang the perfect song for the perfect pretty girl. Everyone was crying at her amazing performance, both boys and girls, and Teruhashi was living for it.

(Teruhashi) “You know I’m awesome at everything, Don’t bother trying to resist me, I’m such a cute and kind and pretty girl, That soon enough, You’re gonna say ‘Oh, wow’ to me, Oh, you’ll say it to me.”

            Singing aside, those lyrics were the worst, thought Saiki.

            “I’m up next!” said Kaidou excitedly, heading up to the stage. He began to sing, and for anyone listening, it actually was pretty good, but everyone was too busy fawning over Teruhashi to pay attention to him.

            “You can be a professional singer,” praised one boy.

            “I was so moved,” said another.

            “You should be a singer!” said a girl.

            “Me? No way,” laughed Teruhashi.

            “Sing another song!” said another classmate.

            Poor Kaidou’s performance remained ignored the entire time until he slouched back to his table. Saiki clapped since it had been a good song. (Y/N) patted Kaidou’s back.

            “Nice singing,” said Saiki.

            “Yeah, you sounded really good, Kaidou. We were listening,” encouraged (Y/N).

            “(L/N), it’s your turn,” said Hairo, gesturing to the screen.

            “Wish me luck,” said (Y/N), standing up and taking the microphone.

            Taking a deep breath, they began to sing as the song played. Was it perfect? No, absolutely not. But they liked the song (“LOCO” by Itzy, the Japanese version), and they put energy into it, so even when they messed up the lyrics of tune, they could just grin at their friends and continue. Who cared about messing up if their friends were having a good time?

            When the song finished, (Y/N) bowed to applause and sat back down.

            “That was really good, (L/N),” said Kaidou.

            “Thanks. I’m glad people liked it even though I totally messed up,” laughed (Y/N).

            “You sounded nice,” said Saiki. He had enjoyed watching them enjoy themself, and they were as cute as the song they’d sung, so he’d liked it.

            “Really? Thanks, Kusuo,” said (Y/N), cheeks warm as they smiled.

            “Sorry for the wait,” said a waiter, walking into the room. “Grand chocolate parfait—”

            “It’s here.” Saiki raised his hand.

            “That’s mine!” said a boy at another table.

            What? Did someone order one before me? thought Saiki in alarm.

            “It came as soon as I ordered it,” said the boy. “It took less than a minute.”

            Saiki glowered. “That’s my parfait.” How dare he? I’ve been waiting fifteen minutes!

            “You can always go and ask for it,” suggested (Y/N).

            “That would be rude, so I can’t,” said Saiki. “Besides, he’s already eating it.” So I will make sure the microphone gets feedback when you sing.

            “Well, another fifteen minutes and his will come out for you,” said (Y/N). “So you just need to wait until then.”

            “And nine songs until ours, so I’m safe,” said Saiki.

            “Who’s next?” asked Kaidou.

            “It’s me!” said Nendou, standing up.

            “Yare yare.” Time to shut down my hearing. He looked at (Y/N). He didn’t need the to get brain damage from Nendou’s singing, so he reached out.

            Before he could, Nendou held out another microphone. “Hey, buddy, want to do a duet with me, too?”

            Everyone’s eyes were on Saiki and Nendou. Saiki had no choice. He turned off the lights in the room, making a blackout.

            “What? A blackout?” cried a few students.

            “Everyone calm down!” said Hairo. The lights flashed back on. “There they are.”

            “Okay, let’s sing, pal.” Nendou blinked. Saiki (and (Y/N)) were gone. “Pal? Pinky?”

            In the hall outside of the room, Saiki let out a sigh of relief. Now they couldn’t hear Nendou and he didn’t have to sing.

            “You really don’t want to sing,” chuckled (Y/N).

            Not with Nendou. The only one I’m willing to do it with is you, thought Saiki. “No.” That was all he said aloud though.

            “Why’d you bring me out?” asked (Y/N).

            “Nendou can’t sing. It’s not going to end well,” said Saiki.

            “Poor Nendou,” said (Y/N).

            Of course they’re worried about him, too. Saiki thought (Y/N) was too nice for their own good sometimes.

            “We should head back in soon, though, so you can keep an eye out for your parfait,” said (Y/N).

            “It has gotten quiet,” said Saiki, and the pair walked back into the room.

            It looked like the world had ended. Everyone was slumped nearly unconscious over their seats and tables.

            “Kaidou? What happened?” asked Saiki, putting his hand on his shoulder.

            Kaidou looked up. “Saiki?”

            “Oh, he’s still alive.”

            “What happened here?” asked (Y/N). “You look terrible.”

            “Nendou sang on his own. After that, hell opened up,” groaned Kaidou. “It felt like an orchestra made up of everything with a horrible sound. Before I lost consciousness, I remember thinking that the god of death must sing like him.”

            “I’m actually curious now,” admitted Saiki.

            “I’m sorry you went through that,” said (Y/N), patting Kaidou’s shoulder. “But you’re alive, so you’ll recover!”

            “What’s wrong?” asked Nendou, looking out over the slowly-recovering crowd. “Did my singing voice lull you to sleep? I’ll sing something more exciting, then.”\

            “How bad was it?” wondered Saiki.

            “Oh, Kusuo, look,” said (Y/N), gesturing to their table where a grand chocolate parfait now stood. “It came early!”

            “Time to eat,” said Saiki, sitting down.

            “Saiki, you and (L/N) are up next!” said Hairo.

            “What are you saying, we’re eighth in line,” said Saiki.

            “The order got deleted after the blackout, so I entered what I could remember,” said Hairo.

            “Oh, no.”

            “Come on, come on, Saiki, (L/N), everyone’s waiting for you,” said Hairo. “I’ll watch your food until you get back.”

            “I guess we’re doing this,” said (Y/N) sheepishly as they stood up.

            “Oh, no.” was all Saiki could muster.

            “You can do this,” said (Y/N), smiling at him.

            Saiki looked up at them. With their warm smile and loyal heart, Saiki couldn’t say no. Yare yare. He stood up. “We’re doing it.”

            (Y/N) beamed excitedly, and that made it all worth it. Even as people’s eyes went onto him and “Like OOH-AHH by Twice, the Japanese version” played, Saiki found it wasn’t so bad. Did he put much effort in? No. He was too busy letting (Y/N) be silly and enjoying their eternal joy. It was sweeter than any confectionary treat.

            As the song ended, (Y/N) bowed, and Saiki nodded. Their classmates cheered and clapped, and their friends whooped. (Y/N) boldly took Saiki’s hand, raised it above their head, and bowed once more.

            Saiki smiled as he bowed. No one would see it since he wiped it away as soon as he stood up, but he couldn’t contain it. Surprisingly, he had fun, but he suspected that was due to having (Y/N) by his side. That made everything better.

            “Now you can have your parfait,” said (Y/N), grinning at him. “And you didn’t embarrass yourself at all.”

            Saiki nodded. “Thank you for doing it with me.”

            “Of course,” said (Y/N). They smiled with closed-eyes. “I’d do it again in a heartbeat.” Being close to you is nice. Of course I’d give anything to spend time with you. Squeezing his hand boldly, they let go and sat down across from him.

            Saiki sat and took a bite of his parfait, but the warmth in his chest and the content look on his face was more from (Y/N)’s sweetness than the parfait’s.

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Some random Curtis bros hcs for you my friend ❤️🎞️

• Darry is actually such a nice singer and loves to sing to himself while he does stuff around the house

• Soda is like a decent singer but always tries to dramatically join in singing with Darry and Darry’s just like 😐

• Ponyboy used to sleepwalk but stopped once Soda started sleeping with him, probably because Soda cuddles people in a death grip

• if Soda has a little too much energy Darry will send him outside to run around the block a few times and usually Pony joins because he’s smug about the fact that he’s faster than Soda

• all three of them are so sassy it’s not even funny

• also all have the biggest sweet tooth like come on they eat chocolate cake for breakfast 😭 in hindsight this is such a bad idea for Soda because with the cake, plus chocolate milk, plus his eggs with jelly, he gets such a sugar rush then crashes in the middle of the work day and is so groggy and sleepy

• used to wear coordinating Halloween costumes as kids

oh my gosh i love these 😭😭 soda crashing out in the middle of work and just flat out falling asleep on the counter and steve will literally just shove ice from the cooler down soda’s shirt because he’s a little shit-also curtis brothers singing ohhh my gosh-darry hums to himself while he cooks, im betting it-he has a country music voice (brent comer shout out but his voice is literally darry)-i can imagine darry singing and soda just belting with him for a hot minute before darry just stops and soda keeps going for a good few seconds before he’s like ‘why’d you stop 🧍‍♂️’ additionally imagine pony singing, if we’re going off the fact that he’s played by brody grant that kid would be a vocal weapon, he’s just so nervous about singing-he sings by himself sometimes and he’ll sing to soda (he REALLY has to beg tho) like the three of them are so,,,

side hc but maybe mrs. curtis was musically inclined-i like to headcanon she used to play piano and she used to sing at a club and that’s how her and mr curtis met, so on top of looking like angels their kids sound like them too just AGH-

Also Pony sleepwalking is so real, he just sleep talks now lmao-also imagining a fight between the three of them is like that one vid like ‘i’m leaving- is that what you’re wearing?” “is that what YOU’RE wearing??” “don’t catch an attitude!” “you’re the one who threw it!” they’re so silly 😭😭 all i’m imagining is the three of them in one of those three person consumes like the horse ones-darry was the head and soda sat on top of him and pony (who was the rear) and soda was dressed as a cowboy 😭 soda def would wear those inflatables

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Chapter Four of Eid Fic, aka love in a series of bursts & inches, went up this morning!! Next week is Eid!! And with it comes the fifth and final chapter. Here’s a little sneak peak!

He hopes he’s done the cake justice. That it can live up to the cakes of Marjan’s childhood, which her mom always bought from the local Persian bakery. He’d planned to buy one from the bakery in East Austin, but they didn’t have Persian love cakes in stock. Carlos suggested he try making it, and Paul and Mateo have been living their best lives as taste testers for the last three weeks. He thinks this one is the best he’s made so far.

His ears perk when he hears the shower turn on. He checks the clock on the stove and sees they’ve got a couple hours until Marjan and her parents, Paul and Joe are due to show up. He surveys the loft, the food is ready and what needs to be kept hot is warming on the stove or in the oven. The dining room is set and the living room is immaculate. He thinks he’s earned a nice shower with his husband.

Or maybe Carlos has earned a shower with him.

When he gets to the bathroom he has to lean back against the counter, admiring the way the water cascades down Carlos’s perfect skin. How the drops roll over his broad shoulders, following the planes of his firm back and disappearing over the curve of his glutes.

He’s perfect.

“You coming in?” Carlos asks after a few minutes, not bothering to turn around. “Or are you just gonna stand there staring like a weirdo.”

“It is not weird to stare at you,” TK says defensively, yanking off his clothes at lightning speed. His shirt lands on the counter, a sock gets flung into the bedroom. He makes a mental note to clean up the bathroom when they’re done. He steps into the shower as Carlos turns. “You’re beautiful, how am I supposed to not stare?”

Carlos tilts his head down, hiding a bashful smile, while he steps back to make room for TK under the spray.

He feels some tension release from his muscles as he steps under the warm water. Can’t help the soft sigh that comes out of him. They’ve been up cooking for hours, the smell of onion is bored into his skin at this point.

He smiles in gratitude when Carlos reaches for the shampoo and starts to work it through TK’s hair.

“You’re a really good friend, babe, I don’t know if I’ve ever told you that before,” Carlos says, voice so soft it can barely be heard over the shower spray.

“I feel like you have to say that, because I’m your husband.”

“You are my husband,” Carlos says, voice laced with gentle teasing. He places a hand on the back of TK’s head and tilts it forward to rinse the shampoo out. “But I’m saying that as someone who’s been on the receiving end of your friendship for about five years now.”

TK scoffs, stepping back and tilting his head to the side. He studies Carlos for a moment before diverting his eyes. “I’m too much.”

“Baby, no you’re not.” Carlos says, voice firm. He puts a finger under TK’s chin and ducks a bit to make eye contact.

“No, I am. I get too involved and I overreact. I try too hard and I make things worse.”

“That’s not true,” Carlos says. Voice still soft but tone forceful.

“I think it’s because before I moved here, I never really had friends. I had enablers. I had people who wanted to get high with me or have sex with me. Or both. But I didn’t really have friends.”

“Well,” Carlos says, placing a firm hand on TK’s waist and pulling him close so he can kiss his temple. “You have friends now, TK. You have a whole family of people who don’t think you’re too much. You’re the perfect amount of you.”

The line is corny enough to pull a laugh out of TK.

“It’s true,” Carlos continues.

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HELLO MODS OF THINKING ABOUT MILGRAM ... what do you think about the new mv please infodump on me

Saturn's Thoughts - I love milgram so much for all their little details!!! Like at the very beginning we can know that the hand that flipped the hourglass was Mu's victim due to the shirt color?? (Admin Venus might start crying if you mention socks though) Also straight up, I want the worker bee dresses. They're so pretty?? And of course Admin Venus comes out with an immediate banger of a theory, Mercury has the most internet meme ever, and admin Neptune even came out of her hole to offer whatever the heck this is!!! And this shot?? Literally gives me goosebumps.

(Also congrats on finishing your finals Galacticus!!!)

Venus’ Thoughts - I’m not going to go too far into info dumping because I already did a whole initial takes post (as Saturn so kindly linked), but I will say that I really liked this MV! It’s deceptively complex; even though the fact that Mu was a bully in the past was technically “new information,” they knew that the fanbase would already know/expect that. So, while they tell that story, they bring in the bee/chrysalis/butterfly metaphors, the hourglass flipping back and forth, the lyrics which seem so self-obsessed but still fearful at times, and, of course, the parallels with After Pain. The song itself is a solid banger, too! Plus, even though it feels to me like the verdict should be a super obvious guilty, I’m not sure about doing it. Unlike the first video, where (in my opinion) Mu was the victim but lacked charisma/likability, I think that in this video, she’s clearly the bully, but she’s much more likable/rootable. She has that hint of self doubt; rather than painting herself as a victim who’s done absolutely nothing wrong, she paints herself as the villain who worries that that’s exactly what she is. That’s much more compelling to me, and I’m glad that they took this more aware path forward with her.

Neptune’s Thoughts - It’s bug time! First off Venus idk how you continue to come up with such banger initial thoughts posts considering how few braincells we had last night but pop off. Anyways, I really liked the whole bug/queen bee concept and the continuation of the hourglass metaphor. I was confused about why she ate the green stuff at first but it makes sense for it to be royal jelly. The parts that stood out to me the most were her causally shoving the servant bee to their death and how she quickly transitions from a look of “what did I just do” after stabbing the victim to a maniacal happy look.

Mercury’s Thoughts! - Hello loves! Mercury here with absolutely no comprehesable thoughts! Right when we were watching it at 2am, my brain first thought “Oh god not the Chimera Ant Arc AGAIN.” And then “lmao Queen Chrysalis looking ass” and finally “man Muu and Chloe Bourgeois are kinda similar lol.” OKOK onto actual thoughts! Muu’s frilly collar is absolutely supposed to look like a flower. TIME FOR MORE FLOWER ANALYSIS WOO!!! The closest one I can find is yellow hibiscus, specifically one that has the red veins like her collar. Like a lot of yellow flowers, yellow hibiscus represent friendship, joy and good luck. LMAO

Another thing I noticed is after Muu “breaks” most of her servant bees, the three left are notably the ones with bright colored hair. By looking at their hair styles, they’re her friends from the picture in After Pain and the ones she was with on the rooftop in INMF. (kinda off topic, but all of Muu’s servant bees have small wings from the beginning, but Muu has a transformation at the end to get wings. Not exactly sure where I’m going with this tho??)

Finally, both Muu and Haruka similarly have a shot of their victim flash super quickly at the end. I don’t think that’s coincidental that the two characters that are notably together in Milgram have a similar shot in their MVs.

[thinkaboutmeff7au]

flash time 112

(1992.)

This church isn’t like the one back home, but it’s just as run-down. Mid-afternoon on a Thursday means there’s barely anyone here, but I can see a few people gathering in the pews. These doors are always open...something I found out when I had to drag Gen somewhere after his 3rd class celebratory bender.

There’s a confessional booth, but it doesn’t look like it’s being manned. I don’t care. I shut the door behind me and sit with a sigh.

“Sorry, I...” I start. “It’s okay. I don’t care if no one hears it, I just...”

I stare at the scuffed wood in front of me, wonder how many others have sat where I have. Confessed any amount of...well, anything.

I clear my throat again. “My best friend and I, we’ve been together like glue since we were in high school. We’ve been through a lot of sh--I mean, crap together...” Better not swear in front of the priest. Or God. Or whoever. “And like...he’s one of the only friends I’ve got.

“Now though...well, we’re both, er, we’re both in SOLDIER, and he’s got someone new he’s really...really fond of. It’s not like a girlfriend or something. He doesn’t date girls.” My heart stops. “F-forget I said that. He’s just eccentric. And there’s someone new in his life, and they spend all their time together now. They’re on missions together, they hang out together...”

I sigh. “I just wish we could hang out like we used to again.”

The truth is, I’m jealous. I know Gen was obsessed with me too, in a way that wasn’t healthy at all. Especially when he kept trying to make a move on me when I told him no. So him having someone else to put that...energy towards should be a good thing in theory.

But we’re still friends. He’s still my best friend. So why--

“Wow, that’s sad--”

“Ahh!” I yelp, jerking back and shaking the booth. It’s a young girl’s voice from the other side of the wooden mesh. What the hell?! Someone was actually listening?!

She pulls it open with her chin in both hands. “Sorry Mister SOLDIER, I didn’t mean to scare you,” she says.

She has bushy brown hair with huge green eyes. She can’t be more than...well, she’s probably older than she looks. At least in high school herself.

“Sure, well...” I didn’t really want to put a face to this, let alone some random girl... “I’m gonna get going then...”

“Hey, wait! Maybe I can help!” she says, waving one hand. “Like, uh...what did you guys used to do together in school? To hang out?”

“Well, we were in jazz band together...”

“Maybe you can start doing that again!” She becomes animated. “Ooh, what instrument do you play?”

I don’t think she’s trying to come onto me. It’s happened to me before--especially with teenage girls. No, I think she’s genuinely excited. “I play drums. My friend plays bass.”

“See! Easy. You just start a band!” She is quite proud of herself. “Problem solved!”

I can’t help but laugh...what a strange kid. Still, it isn’t a bad idea. Gen always talked about getting a band together. Didn’t he say Seph played guitar? Wonder if he would be willing...

That way the three of us could hang out, without it being a work thing. I’ll never forget our tour with the three of us...but who knows when that’ll happen again.

I turn toward her with a nod. “You know what? You might be right,” I say. “If anyone asks for me, I wasn’t here.”

“Sure thing! But I don’t even know your name.”

“All the better.”

I step out, stretching a bit--those booths are so cramped. They’re not made for Banora men. To my surprise, the girl comes out too, running over. She’s wearing overalls and a pink t-shirt, her transparent pink jelly sandals squeaking with every step.

“Hey, one more thing,” she says. “Do you know those guys in the suits?”

“You mean the Turks?”

“Yeah. There’s a guy with red hair I keep seeing hanging around. Can you tell him to leave me alone? I can take care of myself!”

Oh God, is this girl under Turk surveillance? I don’t need to get wrapped up in that. Time to go. I’m 99% sure she’s talking about Reno, though, so... “I’ll pass on the message,” I say.

(A.H.)

epilogue:

(1997.)

He’s eating today, so that’s good. Zack is still out of the loop, but Genesis is over every evening. I feel like I need to keep an eye on him for Zack’s sake...in exchange for keeping him in the dark.

“Hey, you know something,” Angeal says suddenly, his voice croaking. He clears his throat before he continues. “I just remembered...you and I had a run in before, a few years ago, before you and Zack got together.”

I blink. “Huh?”

“You were here at the church, and I was...” He smiles and shakes his head. “I was getting some shit off my chest about Gen. My mom had died, so I didn’t have anyone else to talk to about it. So I came here. And there you were.”

I roll through my memory. Here at the church...so it would’ve had to have been after Mom disappeared, after I was on the street...I snap my fingers. “Oh! Oh yeah! Mister SOLDIER!”

His smile is warm. “Thanks for that, by the way. Your little idea was pretty brilliant. It brought us together.”

“God, I barely remember that. I was going through a lot myself,” I reply. It was after I started living at the church, and only just getting used to three meals a day again.

“We all were,” he says. “Everyone is, all the time.”

His smile fades, and mine does too. Strange how these things work out.

(A.G.)

[mar-im-o]

“The unfortunate side-effect to soul-binding is integration,” Ren explains.

Which, as far as he and everyone else on the server is concerned, makes sense. Soul-binding isn’t new. When they awoke on this plane and looked off into the world, they were well aware of what the thread fading off into the distance meant.

It was an old practice, born with the Old Gods of Ruin, where rituals could be cast to tie beings to one another. It tended to occur towards the end of life as a method of ensuring people may stay together after death. It was sweet. Romantic, some may even say.

But they don’t do it much anymore.

Not because love or faith is dead but because of the side-effects.

-

Impulse and BDubs noticed it first. Perhaps it was because they found each other first, or because they were so eager to be together that they hardly let one another out of sight, but they were changing. Impulse noticed it in the sprouting horns upon BDubs’ head. BDubs noticed it in the way Impulse has become suddenly protective of the clock.

-

“Think of it a bit like equilibrium, right?”

Ren’s lounging on he and Big B’s front yard (no matter the fact that said “front yard” is accompanied by an unfinished base). He’s picking off pieces of a cookie he’s been nibbling on, seemingly unaware of the fact that, as a dog, he should not be able to eat chocolate like he currently is.

But he currently is.

And Big B tries his best not to emote such a recognition through his newly-appeared ears. “Like, balancing?”

“For sure,” Ren says. “Two souls tied together, well they don’t want to be. So you get them trying to even out. Tryna become one soul.”

“That seems...”

Bad? Rough? Horrifying? He isn’t sure.

-

Grian and Scar notice it next.

Maybe it’s because they’ve done this before, even if unknowingly. A man swearing himself to another for the sake of righting a wrong, proclaiming that his life is theirs to share.

Scar’s back has been killing him, not in the usual aching but in the pricking, clawing pains he can’t seem to ease. He can feel his back wet with blood, can feel something tearing from the inside out. He relents and rips off his shirt, asking Grian to take a look and, well...

Feathers. Rainbow feathers growing where two wings would be.

And maybe, Grian realizes as he looks upon his flightless-friend’s down, that explains the green in his eyes and the fact that he’s suddenly become quite fond of the Jellies.

-

“So is there a cure? Can we undo it?”

Ren snorts, a thoughtless shrug matching it. “Maybe? Maybe not? We might just have to ride it out, man. I doubt it lasts outside of this server, but until we beat the game...”

“We become more and more like each other...”

“Pretty much.”

-

Cleo sits by the water that feeds their crops when she’s certain Scott’s still sleeping. A insect dances across it, tracing ripples, and she swats it away so the water might still. When it does, she can see the streak of yellow weaving through her hair. It’s gotten bigger. Harder to hide. She tucks it behind her ear anyway.

Inside, Scott’s reflection has become unfamiliar. Antenna sit amongst his hair now, fluffy and twitching with every new sound or movement. With a grumble, he gives it a flick, and hopes Pearl can feel it.

-

Big B sighs and collapses next to Ren, the sound foreign and loud amongst new ears. “I’m really not tryna turn into a dog, man.”

“Eh, you get used to it. The tail’s fun.”

“I do not want a tail Ren.”

-

Pearl stares at her reflection in the glass, unfamiliar blue eyes blinking back.

Martyn grimaces as an arrow in his back knocks dead skin loose. He’ll add “learning to stitch” to the list of things this server has asked of him.

-

“I’m not really sure the green streak suits me,” Etho says, pulling at the addition to his hair.

Joel snorts, owlish red eyes tilting towards Etho. “Right because you’ve got it the worst between us.”

“It’s not my color--”

-

Tango spins, chasing after the small, golden wings that have appeared on his back. “Can you even fly with these things? They’re so small...”

“Rude!” Jimmy says, but he’s not looking at Tango. He’s squeezing his eyes shut as if he can rub away the red now in them. But when he opens them again, the world is still foreign and changed and-- “How many colors can you see man?”

-

Big B drums his fingers against a chest, head dipped in careful consideration of the world around him. His ears twitch towards the east and wow Ren can hear far...

“We’re not the only ones,” Big B reports. “Seems like everyone’s woken up changed.”

“Figured. This is gonna be an interesting season.”

[lovetorn]

couple's costume [roommate!dream au]

Roommate!Dream x Fem!Reader

summary: u and dream go as ron and or hermione for halloween

w/c: 0.5k+

warnings: none

a/n: halloween is here!!! here is a cute little blurb about going in a couples costume w r!dream :)

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“Hey, Y/n?” Dream’s voice drifts through the apartment, and you slide one side of your headphones over your ear.

“Yeah?” You’re focused on this final paper for one of your classes and don’t really pay attention to what Dream’s saying until you hear the word ‘couple’. “What?”

The blonde pops his head into your room with a look on his face like he’s waiting for an answer. “Couple costume?” Dream asks again. You shake your head in disbelief.

“What? For what?” Your heart is racing far more quickly than it should be and you start to get worried when you can hear your heartbeat over the music that’s flowing through your headphones.

Dream rolled his eyes, a boyish grin on his lips as he steps into your room. “Halloween? I think we should go together, in matching costumes.”

Your lips part and you nod slightly, still surprised by his words. “Uh, yeah, totally, what costumes are you thinking?” You take your headphones off completely and place them on your desk.

Your roommate plops himself on the edge of your bed and faces you. He shrugs before he answers. “Shaggy and Velma, Ron and Hermione, Pam and Jim, Joe and Laurie, any other ideas?”

His response shocks you, to say the least. They’re all friends-to-lov— “I thought you meant like, I don’t know, Sponge-bob and Patrick, M&Ms, peanut butter and jelly, not like actual couples.”

Dream’s eyes widen in alarm and his cheeks glow a bright red, and then he’s standing up again. “Oh! Sorry, I didn’t know, I—I just assumed that that’s what a couples costume was,” He rubs the back of his neck and you can’t help but glance at his bicep and the way his t-shirt stains around the muscle.

“Dream, it’s fine. We could go as like Hermione and Ron? That would be so cute,” You smile softly at him and turn back to your laptop, pulling up a new tab. “We could wear like actual robes and have wands and stuff, it’ll be so fun!” Out of the corner of your eye, you see Dream nod and noticeably relax.

—

You could almost squeal in excitement as you take in your costume in the mirror. It’s perfect. “Dream?” You yell. “Are you nearly ready?”

You walk out of your room and make your way to his, standing next to his bedroom door. You check the time on your phone and roll your eyes. Guess you’ll be fashionably late.

Then, his bedroom door swings open and you burst out laughing. “You look amazing!” You say between laughs. As Dream was supposed to be Ron, he used orange hairspray to get the classic Weasley look. And boy, did it work.

A grin breaks out across Dream’s face and he laughs along with you. “It’s pretty good, isn’t it?” He giggles, running a hand over his now-orange hair.

His Gryffindor robes swish around and you nod before reaching up to brush a stray strand from his eyes. “Well, come on then, Mr Weasley, let’s get to this party.” You wrap your hand around his elbow and grab your wands from the counter, handing one to Dream.

Dream smirks and acknowledges your teased hair. “It would be my pleasure, Miss Granger.”

[eddies-freak]

The Most Metal Prom Ever - Part Two

Summary: A member of the Hellfire Club, you and Eddie have been good friends for a while. You suspect Eddie feels more, like you. Will he be able to work up the courage to ask you to prom? And will you be able to fight off your demons for long enough that he has a chance?

Warnings: Swearing, Food, usual fluff!!!

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: Younger kids are aged up a bit so the older kids are still in High School when they’re freshmen. Switches between you and Eddie’s POV’s erratically! Unedited, will go back later to edit!

PART ONE!

“Gareth!” Eddie hissed as he tapped on the window of his best friend’s bedroom. “Gareth, I really need to talk to you, man.” The window opened abruptly, nearly causing Eddie to fall off the roof, but luckily he caught onto a tree branch. “Shit, man, don’t scare me like that.”

Gareth rolled his eyes, moving away from the window so Eddie could crawl in. His parents didn’t exactly approve of Eddie and what he was influencing their son to do, so unless it was band practice for Corroded Coffin, Eddie had to be as sneaky as possible if he wanted to see his friend.  

“What d’you need Eddie?” Gareth questioned, returning to the peanut butter and jelly sandwich he’d been eating for lunch. 

“Well, actually, I need to talk and like… ask for… advice, I guess?” 

Gareth feigned shock, clutching at his chest. “Eddie Munson, the Eddie Munson, is asking me, me, for advice?”

“Yeah, yeah, we get it. Now cut the horseshit, I’m serious.”

“Fire away.”

“Well… y’know y/n?” Eddie asked tentatively.

“Know her, Eddie, you never shut up about her.” 

Eddie gave an annoyed sigh, ignoring his comment. “I-uh… I think I might… like her?”

“Well we all knew that! You’ve had a crush on her for months, Munson. Months-”

“Okay, okay I get it, Jesus H. Christ!” he took a moment before continuing, steadying himself with a breath. “I just… want to know what you think I should do about it. I’ve never felt this before and I don’t know how to deal with these things.”

“You think I have experience?” Gareth scoffed.

“Well, you have Laura.”

“That, my friend, was good ol’ luck. The gods were on my side that day. Somehow, though, I don’t think you’ll have any trouble getting y/n,” Gareth said with a knowing look in his eye.

“Oh yeah? Why do you say that?” Gareth bulged his eyes. 

“Shit, Eddie! You really don’t see it?”

“See what?” Eddie yelled, oblivious.

“We can all see it! She’s totally in love with you! She’s always all over you, she can’t get enough of you, man.” Eddie looked at Gareth in shock. He’d never expected this of all things. Why would y/n like him, the town freak? Sure, you’d been good friends for a long while, but he’d never expected you to feel anything more. 

He’d felt something instantly, from the moment he saw you. You’d walked into the cafeteria wearing your hair in a ponytail secured with a bright pink scrunchie, black high waisted shorts on, a Cyndi Lauper shirt on, and Reebok sneakers just like his. You were obviously new to the school, as you looked lost and sat down at the end of a table, by yourself. 

“Well, well, well, boys,” Eddie had said to the rest of the Hellfire Club, trying to play it cool. “I think I’ve spotted a little lost sheep in need of rescuing from the grasps of conforming society!” He yelled the last two words, making others sitting nearby turn and stare. 

You’d looked up from your sad school lunch, a disgusting hamburger with green beans on the side, to see him striding towards you confidently. He grinned widely when he saw you look at him. You raised your eyebrows, waiting for him to speak once he sat down across from you at the table. 

“Me and my friends over there…'' he paused to point at the table where Hellfire was sitting, each member giving a little wave in your direction, you reciprocating the gesture. “... well, we couldn’t help but notice you’re sitting here. Alone. In desperate need of someone to rescue you. So, I guess, what I’m trying to say is, you’re welcome to come sit with us.” You’d stared at him for a moment, obviously considering the offer. 

“Sure…” you said hesitantly after a moment. “But just to clear things up, I’m not some damsel in distress, I don’t need rescuing.” That was the second Eddie’s heart stopped beating for himself, and started beating for you, though unbeknownst to him. 

“Of course, sweetheart, wouldn’t dream of the notion. You play D&D?” 

When he called you sweetheart, he always wished it could be more than just a nickname. He wished he could whisper it onto your lips, in your ear, breathe it across your skin. He tried his best to not act too lovey-dovey when he was around you and give it away, but obviously, according to Gareth’s speech, he was failing miserably. He got you flowers sometimes, just because, but often couldn’t think of an excuse, relief flooding through him when you didn’t ask for one. He gave you compliments because they were true, and gave you his full attention when you were there because he thought it gentlemanly. 

“Hey, Eddie. Hey!” Gareth’s fingers snapped in front of Eddie’s face. 

“Sorry,” he said, snapping back into focus. 

“Jesus, man. You’re really down bad for this girl, huh?” Eddie sighed. “Well, y’know, if I’m being honest, I think you should just tell her.”

“What?” 

“Yeah! It’s obvious she likes you too, she’s gonna say it.”

“But what if she doesn’t?”

“What if she does?” Eddie sighed again. “Then think, prom’s on Friday, she hasn’t been asked yet, I know that for a fact, you can ask her to prom! But wait a few days after you tell her you’re in love with her, she’s gonna need a minute to process.” Gareth snickered. 

“Ah… Alright, I guess. I trust you, man, you better not have fucked this up,” he said, hugging Gareth and clapping him on the back. “I’m gonna go by her house and tell her because if I don’t do it right now, I’m gonna chicken out.”

“Nah, man! You gotta wait for the right moment. Do it at lunch tomorrow. Tell her you want to talk about something, bring her to that spot in the woods, and fucking tell her, man. It’ll be fine, trust me. Just… make sure you plan out what you’re gonna say. Write it down if you have to. The last thing you want to do is ramble and embarrass yourself by saying too much.”

Eddie nodded, contemplating this advice. He guessed it would be alright, if not completely terrifying. But he was trying to push those feelings of fear away. He didn’t need that right now. “Alright, thanks man,” he said, hugging Gareth again. 

“Hey, good luck,” Gareth said as Eddie climbed back out the window. 

“Thanks.”

— 

Once Eddie had gotten home, he grabbed a notebook and a stray red pen, taking Gareth’s advice and beginning to write what he wanted to say. 

He added the sticky note as an afterthought, as his speech tended to be less clear when he was nervous or anxious. Eddie admired his handiwork for a few seconds, satisfied with the result.

Perfect, he thought, and folded it up and put it in his lunchbox. He flopped down on his bed and begun to think of you, anxiously awaiting when he would see you tomorrow and finally confess his feelings.

i hope you guys enjoyed!! this one took a little longer because i had to figure out how to write gareth, haha- part three coming soon!! note was made by me so please if you use it give credit :)

<3

as always, asks are open! currently writing for eddie but if you have another specific request i might consider, so shoot your shot. :)

[lollypopsx]

Flatmate!Harry: I’ll Make It Up To You - Part 3

Please like if it’s not too shabby, re-blog for anyone who you think may enjoy this and follow if you want to see more! Any suggestions are happily taken for future writing! I love you all! be safe and be kind x

Part 1 - Part 2 

Word Count: 3.9K 

Warnings: I think slight swearing, One sentence of smutty language. 

A/N-The bold bits are a flashback! 

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 You were spending your Wednesday afternoon doing housework and cleaning up your apartment. In the last two weeks, you had been helping Harry here and there with writing some songs, but you never wanted to take any credit for his work. You were just happy to help. 

You’d both let the mess pile up a little bit, mainly paper thrown everywhere, scribbled with random lyrics and instrument chords. You had vowed to yourself that you weren’t going to write anymore or get yourself lost in your musical dream world, but Harry always seemed to manage to get you sucked in to help.

You pick up your phone to dial H, letting it ring a few times.

“Y/N? Are you okay? Everything fine?” Harry answers worriedly.

You couldn’t help but chuckle “Everything is fine, I just phoned to see if you needed any of that paper on the piano or if it can be thrown?”

“Erm, maybe just stick it in a pile in my room and I’ll go through and sort it later. What are you doing?”

“I’m cleaning our pigsty of an apartment Haz!” You laugh and smile. 

“Look at you being a wife” He teases and chuckles. 

“Shut up, or you’ll be my next victim! Do you want me to wash your bedding too?”

“Ohhh yes please! You’re an angel!”

“Someone’s got to be” You smile. “And your spare sheets are in the drawer under your bed?” You hold your phone to your ear with your shoulder as you pile the thrown papers together. 

“Yeah I think I- Erm...a-actually I can put the sheets on when I’m home!” He says quickly. You were slightly taken back by the change in his tone. “Are you sure?”

“Y-yeah....yeah I...I forgot I’d bought some new ones a while ago and they’re...they’re still in my car” He fakes a chuckle, although you soon became oblivious to his cover story.

“Did you manage to get those silky black ones?!” You gasp.

“Y-yeah...yeah I did”...fuck. “I gotta go, Jeff’s pestering me to sign some stuff. I’ll see you later”

“Okie dokie, see you later. Text me when you’re leaving the studio and I’ll start dinner.” 

“Thanks babe, laters” He sighs softly and hangs up. “I need to order black silk sheets on Amazon asap...” He groans.

“You still haven’t told her?!” Jeff sighs, his head shaking. “Harry you need to do it sooner or later...”

“I know but she might freak out!” Harry’s brows furrowed as he kicks the floor softly. “Right...let’s keep going” He sighs.

You cleaned the apartment top to toe, and you couldn’t help admit that you did feel much better. It felt cosier than before, and on this particular day, the sun was glowing, warming your skin through the window.

You promised yourself you wouldn’t do this. You promised yourself two weeks ago that you wouldn’t be doing this. You promised yourself that you wouldn’t put your mind back into your past and be sitting writing songs about old feelings and passed experiences. But here you were...

Using the back of the scraps of paper from Harry’s pile, you were spilling out every word that came to mind, like every feeling in your chest was finally released. Your fingers glided across the piano keys flawlessly with the words you had pieced together, falling perfectly from your mouth. The weight being lifted made you wish you had done this months ago.

—————————

“Come on babe, everyone’s already waiting for us at the party...your birthday party which me and all your friends have thrown for you and we’re late!” Your boyfriend Adam teased as he smiled, “You look great” He chuckles as he grabs his jacket. 

“Okay, I’m ready! Let’s go. I can’t believe you guys all managed to book out Club 21 for me!” You grin as you followed him into the taxi towards the club.

“You dropped my hand while dancing, so I left you out there standing...crestfallen on the stage with...champagne problems

You had a cheap ring for it...my picture in your wallet...but my heart was glass and you dropped it...now I have champagne problems” 

The music was pounding as you danced around happily with all your friends on the dance floor. You were having the best night of your life so far. Surrounded by all of yours and Adam’s best friends. You pant as you escape the crowded dance floor and head over to the bar, joining your friend Niall, and your best friend and flat mate Harry, who were both best friends too. 

“Hello birthday girl!” Niall grins and hugs you tightly, kissing your cheek. “It’s not my birthday yet!” You laugh and hug him tightly, then hugging Harry. “Not for another...57 minutes” Harry smiles.

“Have you guys seen Adam? He said he’d get me a drink and I haven’t seen him since!” You say over the music. “I think he’s in the toilet...I’ll go find him. H can get you a drink” Niall pats your back and heads to the men’s toilets.

“Did you tell your family the real reason? Or did you keep it in?...Your mum had splashed out on the bottle...now no ones celebrating”

“Dom  Pérignon, you brought it...but our friends never applauded...your hometown skeptics say it’s...champagne problems”

As Niall strolled into the toilets, he checked his hair in the mirror, noticing a pair of white trainers and red heels in the reflection, hidden behind a cubical door. He smirked and chuckled quietly until he heard “Ohhh fuck, Adam keep going” the female moaned softly. Surely not...there must be plenty of Adam’s in the club. “Mmm I haven’t been able to resist you since I arrived...fuck you’re so tight baby” Adam moaned. It was him. Niall felt the fury cause redness to his cheeks and it took all of his will power not the break the door down and beat Adam to a pulp. He knew where he needed to be most importantly.

His fists were clenched as he left and walked over to the bar “Y/N...” Niall couldn’t help the frown on his lips. You smile as you saw him come back “There you are, was he in there?” 

“Y/N I need to tell you something...” Niall gulped. You couldn’t help but feel like his expression said every word you had been so scared to hear. And he never had to say a word, as you saw Adam stumbling out the men’s bathroom, with an unknown female following out 10 seconds later. You had no words, everything you wanted to say...to scream. You wanted to cry. You wanted to punch something.

 “I’m going to fucking kill him” You heard a mutter from Harry. But you couldn’t react.

“Was it all for the money...or all for the show...I found out that you cheated so I had to go...I always thought I’d know the answer, ‘til you were on your knee and asked me”

You went to storm up to Adam but he was long gone. You had no clue where he had gone...was this it? Was that how he leaves us? As you turn back to Harry and Niall, their eyes were no longer on you, their dark, angry  eyes watching up at the stage. Adam appeared with a wide grin on his face.

“Where’s Y/N?” He calls out. If you hadn’t of just seen him fall out the bathroom with another girl, you would never have believed he could do something so breaking. “Adam...what are you doing?” You mumble, feeling tears in your eyes. Harry and Niall stood close behind you.

“Come up here baby” Adam grins, but before you could even attempt to run away, you were being pulled up onto stage by two of your other friends, who clearly didn’t know what had just happened. 

Was this it? Was he about to break up with you 45 minutes before your birthday...in front of all your friends? You couldn’t think of anything more embarrassing. But oh no, this was much worse.

"I was going to do this in 45 minutes...but unfortunately, one of our friends has to leave the celebrations early for work tomorrow...” Adam smiles brightly at you. You felt sick to your stomach. How could he have the audacity act like he hadn’t just cheated and broken your heart.

You were still in shock. Everything was happening so fast, that you didn’t focus until you realised Adam was on his knee. “Y/N Y/L/N...will you marry me?” He pulls out a small ring, that was clearly not going to fit you. It would definitely cut off your circulation!

The lights were bright in your eyes, as they reflected the tears threatening to spill. But they weren’t the happy tears you always dreamed you’d have at this moment. He pushed the ring up into your hand, silently begging you to take it. You don’t know why...but you held the ring in your hands loosely.

“H-how could you cheat on me...” You whisper, only loud enough for him to hear. You could see the guilt in his eyes as everyone was about to cheer, assuming you’d said yes...but the crowd quickly fell silent as you shook your head, you just wanted to run.

You rushed down the steps at the side of the stage and pushed through the crowd, your legs feeling like jelly as you crashed through the doors and ran...you just ran. The tears finally freed themselves as you let out heavy sobs.

You heard people shouting your name down the street but you couldn’t stop. You were scared to face whatever happened next. You ran and ran until you felt two arms grab you from behind “Hey...shhh c’mere it’s me” As soon as you heard Harry’s hushed tones, you stopped resisiting his grip. You turned into his chest and clutched his shirt, sobbing loudly as you wanted to fall into a pile there and then. His arms protectively tightened around you, his head resting ontop of yours.

“I got you...I’ve always got you. Niall’s getting the car and we’re taking you straight home” 

“...I could of made such a lovely wife...what a shame you fucked up my head... they said “you’ll find the real thing instead...and he’ll patch up the pieces you’ve shred.... and he’ll...hold my hand while dancing...I’ll never leave him standing, crestfallen on the stage with Champagne Problems”

The journey home was painfully silent apart from your sobs. Harry held you closely as Niall drove. “I’ll pop round tomorrow ok...text me if you need anything” Niall says to Harry, pressing a kiss to your forehead before you get out the car. “Thanks Ni” You mumble. “Anytime princess” He gives you a sweet smile before driving home. 

Harry gets you inside, you wipe your soaked cheeks with the back of your hand. You headed straight to the fridge intending to get some water, but instead you found two bottles of champagne which had been sat in the fridge since Christmas.

“Better late than never...” You mutter and take them to the sofa. You popped one open and took a large mouthful from the bottle. Harry brought in a hoodie of his for you, wrapping it around your arms as you suddenly burst into heavy sobs. “Why me?!” You scream into his chest.

“No you’re perfect...he doesn’t deserve you” He whispers, holding you close to him. “You don’t need him. You have me...and Niall”

You whimpered as you took swigs from your bottle very quickly. It tasted awful. But nothing tasted worse than heartbreak.

“Hey Y/N…happy birthday m’darling” he whispers “I’ll make sure you have the best day”

“A cheap ring in your pocket...her picture in your wallet...you won't remember all my...champagne problems

Have you forgotten all my champagne problems?

Now, his mum’s ring in his pocket...my picture in his wallet...he’ll never give me any...champagne problems

He helped to cure all of my champagne problems...”

The next morning, you woke with a heavy head. You found yourself quickly remembering the night before. You sat up slowly, feeling an arm tightly wrapped around your waist. You and Harry had fallen asleep on the sofa...you must have cried yourself to sleep after demolishing one and a half bottles of champagne.

“How are you feeling?” Harry whispers, his hand brushing your hair back gently. You stare at the ring on the table. “I...I don’t know. I never thought this would happen to me...I though this was it.” You mumble sadly. “I thought I was enough” You whisper silently. His heart broke and the ide that you felt you weren’t enough. “You will always be enough...” He frowns and holds you. Kissing your head. He’d never wished more than to have the ability to take someone’s pain away. 

“Y-you...you won’t leave me too will you Harry?” You sniffle, your head resting on his chest.

“Never...I’ll never leave you” He mutters into your hair.

“What if I’m alone forever...what if I can’t heal from this?” You whimper

“You’ll find it. I know you thought you did...but you’ll find the real thing instead, and whoever it is will patch your heart up. And you won’t ever need to leave him” He whispers reassuringly.

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 You play around with the last two versions of the chorus, completely oblivious to Harry’s presence in the doorway until you heard a small shuffle from that direction

Your head snapped up “Jesus Harry! I didn’t know you would be home yet...You scared the life out of me! What’s wrong?” You frown as you run up to him, throwing your arms up around his shoulders, noticing his furrowed brow and the sad frown on his lips.

“I...that was so beautiful Y/N...and it just reminds me of how much he hurt you...a-and you...y-you’ve grown so much” He whispers softly, his arms tightly wrapping around you. “You never deserve to be treated like that...and I still hear you crying some nights, I just couldn’t face seeing you that way and...and I-I knew you’d kill me if I barged in...” He mutters, his eyes grazing the floor, as you let out a small laugh. “And you wrote a song again...I’m so fucking proud” 

“It’s okay Harry...I’m okay now!” You whisper, holding his cheeks in your hands. “I just needed to do it. One final time, and that’s it now. I’m going to get a proper job and-”

“Y/N I need to talk to you.” Harry cuts you off. “I was planning on having this conversation with you in a much nicer setting...but I don’t think I can wait.”

This was it...you didn’t realise how much you had craved to hear those three words fall from Harry’s mouth after months of trying to convince yourself that you didn’t feel that way.

“I’ve got you a recording contract with me for the new album...I want you on it. It’s been sat under my bed for weeks ready to give to you but I was worried you’d say no-” Harry says nervously.

You almost didn’t realise what he’d said until it was too late and you already started speaking.

“Harry I love you too...I-” You gasp as your hand flies in front of your mouth. No. No. No no no. This was not happening! You had single handedly embarrassed the shit out of your self and ruined the rest of your life. You wanted the ground to swallow you whole and spit you out in Australia.

“W-what?” Harry froze, taken back by the sudden confession. He didn’t know what to say, but to say he was shocked was an understatement.

“What...” You tried to act natural. Wishing to take back the last 5 seconds. “Oh...that’s erm...that would be a good read...you can just slide it under my door and I’ll read it in 3-5 working days.” You mutter quickly. You didn’t  slipping past him, to disappear into your bedroom.

“Y/N...wait!” His hand grabs your wrist “...you love me?” His gaze fell soft into yours. You thought of every excuse to get out of this situation, as scared as you was to admit it...it was out now. 

“Y-yeah...” you whisper, staring into his eyes, praying to make some sense of how he felt towards you. You so badly wanted him to speak, but the silence hanging between the two of you was deafening. You needed to know.

“D-do...do you...Do you love me Harry?” Your voice croaked. 

Of course he did...

“I-I don’t know...” You couldn’t help but feel your heart shatter some more, the sparkle in your eye slowly fading. And at that moment, you know you had ruined the best friendship of your life. You prepared yourself for Harry to leave the room, pack a bag and go to stay at Niall’s. But he just stood there, analysing your face intensely. You began to pull your hand away from his and run quickly.

“No...wait! Y/N I didn’t mean it like that I just...Well you always had Adam...and you’ve always been my best friend...and then when you guys split up, I...I was so angry because I knew I could never do that to you, and I wanted to change that so badly, but I never wanted to my feelings to get in the way of our friendship. I don’t ever want to loose you Y/N...I always thought I just wanted what I can’t have...until I knew I wanted to protect you for the rest of my life...I love you...I’ve always loved you Y/N, I just didn’t want to ruin anything...” He whispers, his bright eyes sparking as the warm sunset glow flooded your apartment.

“H-have I ruined it all....” You whimper softly, feeling your breath getting stuck in your throat.

“Never...” He whispers, one of his hands cupping your cheek, and the other locking into the side of your neck as you felt soft tears slipping down your cheeks. You had never been so terrified of losing someone. But that worry was soon washed away when you felt Harry’s soft pink lips press against yours. Sparks were flying through your blood as you wasted no time kissing him back with every ounce of passion until you couldn’t breath.

Neither of you wanted to beak the kiss...but Harry also didn’t want the pair of you to collapse. He pulled his lips away from yours, pressing his forehead against yours, the both of you panting heavily. 

“I love you so fucking much” He whispers, tears filling his eyes.

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- 3 Months Later -

"Y/N we need to get you downstairs, we don’t have time to get you mic’d up up here, Graham has already started the show, so we’ll mic you up in the wings” A runner knocked on your dressing room.

“Ok I’m ready lets go...” You get up from the chair and check yourself in the mirror quickly. You had a beautiful red dress on, the sleeves hung off the shoulders and there was a slit in the leg of the floor length material. You had sparkly silver heels on, which looked like diamonds when they caught the light. Your hair was curled in a half up, half down style, with your normal glamourous makeup. 

Harry was in the wings waiting, speaking to a few other people as you were getting mic’d up. He was in a red suit, to match the colour of your dress, with a white shirt, his shoes just white this time. He glanced up with a wide grin. “There she is...mmm look at my beauty” He smirks happily and presses a kiss to your lips, holding your hips as a runner was hiding the wire in your dress.

“And you’re on in 3...2...1...” 

“Please welcome Harry Styles and Y/N Y/L/N!”

Harry took your hand as you followed him onto the set of The Graham Norton Show, the crowd cheering happily as you are greeted with a hug and kiss on the cheek from Graham, returning happily, and sitting down beside Harry after he gave the same greeting.

“Hello hello and welcome! It’s an honour to have you both here tonight on my sofa...although you have both sort of blended in” He chuckles

“Yeah...we didn’t really think about that until we got changed...” Harry chuckles, his hand holding yours tightly as you smile, taking a sip of wine from your glass.

“So we have a lot to talk about tonight...but firstly...congratulations on your new album! It sounds incredible and I know I’m not the only one wondering this, but how did you find working together while being in a relationship? Because your relationship only came into public view after the album was released...Now you two have lived together for...4 years is that right?” Graham asks.

“Yeah so...actually we have been best friends and flat mates for years, we’ve always had such a heavy impact on each others lives but we always both sort of thought it was just friendship. Around a year ago now I went through a really difficult break up and Harry was there every step of the way. Since then I always knew I loved Harry but it wasn’t until just after we had written the first version of Fine Line that I found out he felt the same” Your eyes gleam just talking about it.

“So...you two wrote Fine Line together, was that the first song you wrote for the album?” He looks over at Harry

“Actually, I’d already written Watermelon Sugar, Golden and Adore You. Fine Line was next and I was writing it at home. Naturally every song I write, Y/N is one of the first to hear, whether it’s in the living room, or when she’s in the bath and I sit outside the door to play it. It’s always been that way, even before we got together.”

Graham nods and smiles “You can’t let the poor woman have a bath in peace!” He jokes and teases as you both laugh. “So did you decide to name the album Fine Line because it’s the first song you wrote together?”

“I know!” Harry chuckles “sort of...Fine Line actually came about after...well it was after a prank I tried to pull on Y/N which went horribly wrong, then she finally forgave me and I was talking to her in the kitchen about how I was struggling to write emotional songs at the time. And the words she said to me really stuck...that night I sat at the piano and tried to piece together our conversation in a song. Y/N came to help me and she just...she’s really the saving grace. So I think yeah...maybe that was one of the reasons we called in Fine Line.”

“That’s incredible...and Y/N you were actually going to give up music weren’t you? Thank god you didn’t” Graham smiles.

You blush softly “I was...I just as going through a rough time. I helped Harry with the song and then I said I would quit. Then a couple of weeks later, Harry declared his love for me after he’d told me he had a joint record deal contract for us, to include me in the album” you tease with a smirk.

Harry grins widely and laughs quietly “I think the details of that have been slightly twisted...” He teases as you blush.

“Well I can’t wait to hear that story later! Now are there going to be any more joint albums...?” Graham asks curiously.

“...” You both look between each other “Time will tell Graham” Harry winks.

“Well...we are goin to go to an ad break now, but stay tuned because you don’t want to miss the first ever live performance of Fine Line by Harry Styles and Y/N Y/L/N!”

The crowd cheer loudly as the cameras cut to an ad break.

“I’m not waffling too much right?...it is my first ever proper interview” You mumble slightly as Harry and Graham sat with you in conversation while you were having your makeup touched up.

“You’re doing great baby...everyone loves you. I told you I’d make it all up to you when I stole your clothes and you missed that audition...” He grins cheekily.

“Now that’s a story I definitely need to hear!” Graham laughs along with the audience

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Tag List: @harryhoney-bee - @sunandherflores - @sad-capuccino @beachwood-cafe

[sneezefiction]

manager reader getting hit on

Tsukishima, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, and Ushijima x Reader - Manager Reader Headcanons

@belli-jelly‘s request: “May I req hcs for tsukki, oikawa, iwaizumi, & ushi wherein their manager!s/o during qualifiers, instead of kiyoko on s2, got hit on by terushima when their s/o went back the gym to get smth that the team left behind/forgot. What would be their reactions?? You can change things up if this is too specific hehe.”

a/n: okay so i used Terushima (our lovable f-boy) in Tsukki’s hc, but changed it up for the rest of them. i also made it so that you weren’t their s/o yet, but there are def feelings involved! hope this is ok!!

warnings: harassment, slight language

total wc: 1300

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Tsukishima:

the Karasuno boys were getting restless waiting outside for their beloved manager by the bus

and it’s not that Tsukki was super worried… but you’d been missing for a little while now

you weren’t answering his phone calls and Tsukki had a sneaking suspicion that something was wrong

“What’d you do this time, y/n…” he sighs under his breath, making his way back to the gym

he starts his search where he last spotted you, but there’s nobody there

Tsukishima is slightly concerned now, listening out for any voices or noises in case it had anything to do with you

when he reaches the hallway, he recognizes the echo of your voice

“-not interested and I need to find my team, sorry!” your nervous response directed at a bleach-blonde volleyball player… with piercings?

“Come onnn, babe. I just want your number!” Terushima’s hand his now by your head, your back pushed up against the wall

“Oye, back off, asshole.” Tsukki’s voice rings out, still walking his way over to you

Teru only briefly glances at him then immediately turns his attention back to you, stepping closer

you have a panicked look on your face and for the first time in a while, Tsukishima’s chest tightens in empathy which morphs into a muted fury

“I said get off of her.” Tsukki’s hand is on Terushima’s shoulder now, pushing him away from you

“Jeez, okay bro.” Teru responds with a smirk, throwing his hands up, “I was leaving now, anyway.” 

as soon as he’s gone you can finally breathe again

Tsukki turns to ask if you’re okay, but before he gets a word out, your arms are around his back

“Thank you, Tsukki. I’m so sorry you had to see that.”

the shock of your touch fades a little and he slowly wraps his arms around you, a barely noticeable flush on his face

“Stop going off on your own, stupid… and don’t be sorry. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Oikawa:

it was 30 minutes into practice at the Seijoh school gym and you were a no show

which is incredibly unusual considering you usually arrived before the rest of the team (besides maybe Oikawa, who’s already warmed up)

Oikawa checks with the entire team, asking them if they’d noticed you on their way inside or if you’d said anything about missing practice, but no one has seen or heard from you

luckily, Oikawa keeps tabs on his team, which includes you since you’re their manager (and he kinda-sorta likes you a lot)

so he takes a short break, quickly making his way to your usual hangout spots and checking around corners

it takes him a moment to soak it in, but there are two guys cornering you near your locker

he knows, in most cases, you can handle things by yourself… but this feels so wrong

you’re clearly uncomfortable, uninterested… and once he catches you eye, he can tell you’re scared

before he knows it, Oikawa has already grabbed one of them by the shirt and shoved them away from you

“What the hell is your problem??” he shouts, “Get away from her.”

Oikawa is literally seething at this point, hand gripping even tighter on the boys shirt, threatening to tear the fabric

his friend recognizes Oikawa and knows that the whole school would find out about this if they didn’t leave soon

so they both take off down the halls

he turns around, grasping your hands firmly

“Are you okay, y/n? Are you hurt?”

“I... I’ll be okay.” but he feels you shaking

“Let’s just get out of here then. I’m gonna take you out for a few to get some fresh air if you’re okay with that?” he gently tugs you toward him

“...Yeah. Please.”

this will be the first time he’s missed a practice in years (but he’ll make up for it later in the week)

and right now, his main priority is you. making sure you’re okay and that you can recover peacefully... preferably with an ice cream cone or a cold drink in hand

Iwaizumi:

you and Iwa have shared several classes together over the years and happened to sit next to each other for most of them

so it really isn’t a surprise that y’all have gotten pretty close

he’s actually the reason you became the Seijoh manager in the first place since he’d been complaining to you about how unorganized things were getting on the team without one

unfortunately, being the manager doesn’t just revolve around caring for individual teammates… it also means you have to keep up with their dirty laundry sorry hun

Iwa, since he did drag you into this mess, normally offers to help take the jerseys and clothing  to the laundromat with you

you usually refuse his offer, but for some reason, you let him join you this time around

you and Iwa bring in the first batch of clothing, greeting the laundromat owner, and get everything started

“I’ll head out to the car for the next basket, Iwa!” you tap his shoulder, letting him know where you’re going

“Okay, I’ll be here. Lemme know if you need help.”

he waits a while, but when you don’t return Iwaizumi lets a slight panic set in, hurrying outside to check on you

“Y/n are y-” he stops talking when he notices an absolute sleezebag hitting on you in the parking lot

the stranger is reaching out to grab your arm, but not before a fist collides with the man’s face

Iwaizumi knocks the man to the ground. his fist curl back, fingers digging into his palms, ready to swing at him again

“Get your filthy hands away from her.” he growls out

this sends the creep running, shock setting into your body

and you look over to notice just how tense Iwaizumi’s body is

you gently grasp his wrist with your shaking hands

“You shouldn’t have to come out here by yourself, y/n. I’m coming with you next time.” he says, and you notice a flash of guilt in his eyes as he turns toward you

you just pull him into a hug, releasing your own fear and calming the both of you down

Ushijima:

all of Shiratorizawa’s volleyball team is indebted to you

you’ve traveled with them to every single game, you’ve dealt with so many strange players, and above all, you’ve brought them together, completing their team

so it’s no wonder they hang out with you outside of their volleyball obligations, bc fr they all love you so much and you bring them some much needed normalcy

when you suggest heading to the beach for a day trip, they’re all on board. even Ushijima

you and Ushi usually end up sitting together on the way to any practice games or tournaments so you can plan and prepare together

so you both naturally sit next to each other… but it’s super casual and the conversation is actually fun and chill. relaxed Ushijima is such a nice change of pace

when you all arrive, everyone splits separate ways to get changed

but as you leave the changing room, all cute and beach ready, there’s a guy leaning near the door, outside

“Hey sweetheart, you need some help with that?” he smirks pointing at the sunscreen in your hand

“Uh… no thanks.” you say, starting to squirm under his stare

you attempt to walk away, but he just follows you, so you move faster

Ushijima spots you, noticing that your movements are a bit frantic, so he approaches you

as Ushi finally reaches you, the man runs into him and stumbles backward into the sand, Ushjima’s frame blocking him from you entirely

“Y/n, is he bothering you?” his eyebrows furrowing, looking at you with a tinge of concern

“Because… he really shouldn’t be.” A stone-cold glare overtaking his features

“No, I’m just leaving actually.” The man dusts the sand off his legs and walks away, annoyance (and fear) etched onto his face

you turn to the tall, incredibly attractive ace and thank him profusely, apologizing for the situation

“You’re safe with me, y/n. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

[young-dumb-and-vaccinated]

The Sommelier (Hannigram x Female!Reader) pt. 5

More people said yes to Hannigram, which is good because Will is already involved in the plot and it would be awkward to have him just disappear. Also, I had someone request a Hannigram x reader in my asks. Apologies to the one person who voted no; I promise there will be more solo Hannibal x reader content in the future.

Hannibal decides to that y/n could do with some extra protection, but doesn’t anticipate what she has to tell him.

I have no idea how to make a proper tag list but @deadman-inc-bikeshop and @dovahdokren here you go 

Trigger warnings: discussions of alcohol, victim blaming

“When I saw his face, I immediately knew he had never once experienced the touch of his own hand, let alone that of a woman.” Charissa read out loud to everyone on staff. “Or, that he was buried so deep in the closet he found Narnia, but those two things aren’t mutually exclusive.” 

It was expected to be a slow night, as was normal for an ordinary Tuesday. On nights like those, you could get away with more, like reading a tabloid article out loud for everyone to hear. 

“I can’t believe [F/N] actually went public.” One of the new busboys commented. “What an absolute madlad.”  

“Did you just unironically use reddit terminology in an actual conversation?” You narrowed your eyes at the kid. 

“[F/N], you are making a very dangerous enemy.” An older waitress said, cryptically, from the corner of the room. 

“Who, Jason?” You gestured to the busboy. “What’s he gonna do? Make me cringe myself to death?” 

“You know that’s not who I mean.” She frowned. “I’m talking about Chase Mulvaney.” 

“Don’t be ridiculous.” You shook your head. “He’s not stupid enough to come back here.” 

Charissa made a noise that denoted her doubt. “I dunno, [F/N]. You’d have to be pretty stupid to start stabbing people at a crowded restaurant in broad daylight.” 

“But he was smart enough to get away, right?” Jason asked. “That’s gotta count for something!” 

You and Charissa exchanged glances. Neither of you had the emotional bandwidth to explain white privilege again. Instead, you just humored him. 

“Yeah.” Charissa lied. “He was smart enough to get away, meaning he probably knows better than to come back.”

"You're kidding yourself." A third waitress, who's name you couldn't seem to place, added. "People always say that killers are these galaxy-brained superhumans, but they're not. Mulvaney believes he's divinely ordained, so any thought that pops into his coked-out head is a sign from god."

And so shattered your thin firmament of denial. You made a point to never learn this person's name just out of spite.

“Oh, shit.” You said, trying to hide your genuine fear with a sarcastic voice. “Maybe he is coming back for me.” 

Charissa glared at the two other waitresses, equally pissed at them for scaring you.

"And it'll be your own fault for provoking him with that article." The older waitress said.

"Holy victim-blaming, batman." You mumbled.

“Alright, listen up, y’all.” Matthew announced to the group. “In ten minutes we open for dinner. Remember, if you want to switch shifts with another person, you have to run it by me first. I don’t want to see anybody but [F/N] at the bar tonight, capiche?”

“Yessir.” You saluted him and made your way over to the bar. You’d been doling out your bartending shifts left and right to avoid even the possibility of being cornered by another Freddie Lounds. You were only prolonging the inevitable, though. Eventually, you needed to return to the bar.

You passed the hostess's stand, where Charissa was stationed. Suddenly, you felt someone grab at your arm.

"Fucking hell, dude?!" You flinched violently and your heart rate jumped. "Don't do that!"

"Shit, sorry!" Charissa looked immediately regretful. "But, look!"

You followed her gaze through the window where a fancy car was parked. He leaned against the door, adjusting the cuffs of his dress shirt.

Now your heart was beating fast for a completely different reason. You squeezed Charissa's hand, trying to keep a lid on your nervous excitement.

"I think your luck's starting to turn." She said in a sing-songy voice.

"Yeah, I bet he'll protect me from the Baltimore Butcher." You whispered, trying not to giggle like an elementary school girl.

"Oh, could you imagine those arms around you?" She sighed deeply, her hand firmly against her chest. "I would die."

"Not until he sinks his teeth into your neck." You smirked, gnashing your teeth together.

"I would let him." She rested her chin on her hand.

"Yeah, me too." You agreed.

"I would give anything to trade shifts with you." Charissa groaned.

"Well, you heard the boss." You shrugged, suddenly feeling much better about your assignment. "I gotta stay behind the bar."

"Oh, pobrecita." Charissa rolled her eyes. Underneath the stand, she put up her middle finger in your direction. "Suck a dick, [L/N]."

You walked backwards towards the bar, keeping your eyes on your friend. "That's the plan, baby."

You tried to make yourself look busy. You dared not look at him as he entered the restaurant.

He exchanged pleasantries with Charissa then took his seat at the bar. You pretended not to notice him right away, only to give you an extra second to compose yourself.

"Hi there." You greeted, knowing you'd feel stupid no matter what you said. "Er- good evening."

"[F/N] [L/N], I assume?" He asked.

Fuck, you thought. His voice was dark, low and made your insides tremble. Even though part of you knew he was going to know your name, it still felt so sensual passing his lips.

You realized you had waved to him with your bandaged hand. That's how he was about to identify you so quickly. "Yes, I am she. I mean- her. Me."

Way to go, dumbass. You thought. Now he knows you're nervous and he's going to wonder why.

“God, I need to stop wearing this damn thing.” You said, clearing your throat. “What can I get for you tonight?” 

He was quiet for a moment. "What do you recommend?"

"Well, that depends." You said, pulling your gaze from him and grabbing a few wine glasses down from a high shelf. It was the only way you could maintain your composure.

"On?"

"What you're having for dinner, for one." You said. "And whether or not you're a vulpine tabloid journalist trying to corner me into a dubiously ethical interview. That's also a factor."

"So that's how Miss Lounds wore you down?" He concluded. "With wine?"

You rested your elbows on the bar, filled with an intoxicating confidence. "She tried wine first. Then she tried to get me fired because she asked for chardonnay and I brought her chablis. And when that didn't work, she siphoned my gas."

"I wish I could say that was out of character for her." He looked at you, apologetically.

"I take it you've had your own run-ins with Freddie?" You smiled.

"She's tried to infiltrate my practice multiple times." He sighed. "She's entered my office under a fake name with a recording device in her purse."

"What a sick fuck." You said, before remembering you really weren't supposed to curse in front of customers. You covered your mouth. "Sorry."

The corners of his mouth turned up into an amused smile. "Don't apologize. You're right."

“So you’re a doctor?” You asked, hoping he wasn’t the type to be offended by questions. 

“I’m a psychiatrist.” He nodded. “I used to work as a surgeon, but I find the mind much more compelling.” 

"Seriously, though." You pushed yourself back to your feet. "What can I get for you?"

He eyed the wine menu and then looked back at you. "What is your favorite red?"

"My favorite red?" You placed your hand on your collarbones. "On a night like this, I enjoy a nice, dry Argentinean Malbec."

"In that case," he thumbed through the list once more. "I'll have a bottle of Cobos Chañares from 2016, please."

You smiled. You wouldn't mind taking a sip of that if he offered. "Right away."

You carefully pulled the solid black bottle from its crevice and placed it on the bar. You removed the plastic seal and reached for the corkscrew. The bottle opened with a satisfying pop, filling the air around you with the strong, complex and seemingly contradictory aromas.

You poured a bit of this criminally expensive wine into his glass. He smelled it, then swirled it for a moment before taking a sip.

"Redcurrants and vanilla," he began. "With floral notes that operate with the precision of interlocking gears in a clock. Everything in its place."

"So you're a sommelier and a poet?" You tilted your head and filled his glass. "I'll bet you make women swoon at every corner."

You never had the best grasp on flirting, but even you knew that line was awful.

“Are you flirting with me, Miss [L/N]?” He asked, clearly not too worried about the consequences and enjoying the flattery. “Or are you just trying to get a taste of this Malbec?” 

“Little bit of column A, little bit of column B.” You shrugged. “Though you are as handsome as everyone says, I’ve had my eyes on that wine for slightly longer.” 

You fought the urge to slap your hand over your mouth. You had just broken the cardinal rule of workplace gossip. Panic reverberated through your body as you tried to break down his unreadable expression. 

Once again, he just looked amused. “I’ve seen those lingering glances, the way you all whisper and giggle. It’s flattering.” 

You felt your cheeks growing hot. “...I see.” 

“If you tell me what they say about me, I’ll let you have a taste.” His eyes bored into yours. 

You paused, trying to decipher exactly what he was offering. Then it hit you. 

“Oh!” You interjected. “The wine.” 

“Yes, that’s what I meant.” He said. “Dare I ask where your mind went?” 

Your cheeks stung from all the uncomfortable smiling. “I’d really like to keep my job, thanks.” 

“Have you never heard of bartender-client confidentiality?” His voice lowered and his eyes found your lips. “Nothing we say tonight has to leave these four walls.” 

Your insides turned to jelly. He rested the wine glass in his hand and offered it to you. Your hands shaking, you cradled the glass like an 18th century French village prostitute being offered a mug of hot soup. You brought the glass to your lips, the strong, overwhelming smells assaulting your orifices.

You let the wine grace your tongue. You had taught yourself to overcome the sting of the alcohol and focus on the undertones. Your eyes rolled back in to your head and you let out a little noise of pleasure. 

“Christ on a bike, that’s decadent.” You said, gasping for air a little bit. You quickly passed the glass back to him before Matthew could see you. “Thank you.” 

“Now, indulge me.” He instructed, glancing at the fresh pink lipstick mark on his glass. “What do the lovely women of Terroir whisper while I’m just out of earshot?” 

You rested your elbows on the bar and leaned in close. “They say you’re a vampire.” 

Judging by his unchanging neutral expression, it clearly wasn’t the first time someone had made that connection. “Perhaps they’re on to something.” 

“One of our line cooks used to say you were the devil.” You informed him, hoping that was one he hadn’t heard before.

“Used to?” He raised his eyebrows. 

“Until Chase Mulvaney came around.” You instinctively ran your fingers over your bandages, as if to make sure they were still there. It was a nervous tick you’d developed anytime someone brought up that day. “He’s stopped talking about, like, anything having to do with his religion ever since.” 

“It takes a lot to get an evangelist to stop evangelizing.” He refilled his glass. “Do you think he lost his faith?” 

“I heard someone say in passing that it was because he and Chase Mulvaney went to the same church.” You whispered. “But I can’t verify that.” 

“I’d say it’s more likely than a regular customer being a vampire, wouldn’t you?” 

“I wouldn’t trust their word because they made a regular customer into a vampire.” You corrected, hoping he would overlook the fact that you were one of them. “Secrets may stay within these four walls, but they tend to bounce around. It’s only a matter of time before one escapes, and you’d better hope it’s not one of yours.” 

This man must have been an exceptional therapist, because, there you were, baring your soul to him after fifteen minutes and one sip of wine. Occasionally, you were pulled away from the conversation by another customer who had the audacity to also want a drink. But, very few people came to you with the sole intent of drinking on a Tuesday evening. You and the sommelier talked until closing time. 

“Thank you for a lovely evening, Miss [L/N].” He said pulling out his wallet. “You are as delightful in person as you are on paper.” 

“Thank you, but I never caught-” you said, but stopped yourself. “I mean, you never gave me your name.” 

He signed his name on the paper check, then pulled out a fifty and unceremoniously handed it to you. “Now why would you want to ruin the mystery?” 

“Nothing we say tonight has to leave these four walls, remember?” You grinned and crossed your arms. “Come on, I won’t tell anyone.” 

He took the customer copy of the receipt and scribbled something down on it. He the folded it in half and slid it in your direction as if it contained nuclear launch codes. 

“Join me for dinner someday.” He ordered. “I’ll supply the Malbec.” 

[magnumdays]

Magnum PI 4.12 - Angels Sometimes Kill review

Where to even start with this one? There was so much good stuff!

Guys just hanging out and surfing.

It’s so nice to just see them doing something fun, teasing Rick about the baby thing (”You’re having twins?” cracked me up!) and TC about having the ‘talk’ and just some general comradery. 

I also never say no to Hawaii scenery! Though did you need to wear a shirt Jay? I could have enjoyed some other things as well...

Gordon and TC talking and it going badly.

Like I love the intention here. TC going to ask for advice and getting it and then it going pear shaped. But before that he was getting some pretty good advice! 

TC and Cade. Oh my heart.

I think it’s good that there was some consequence for just randomly letting Cade move into the hangar. I mean, it’s awesome that he got the Ohana looking out for him and a place to be but actually having TC as his foster dad - much better. 

So I TC deciding he gonna step up and be even more amazing, we approve. Now they can get a place, TC will be his guardian and Cade can go to school and be a kid. So everything’s working out (though I doubt this is the last we’ll hear of it, probably there’ll be a bunch of drama around social services and getting approved.) 

These two just be so adorable. 

MI6 fixed Juliet visa

Phew? I thought this story line kind of was already over but okay guess I’m glad they made it clear. Robin is back to being the owner of Robin’s Nest and we got a small callback to the MI6 story line. I mean I guess this makes sense they could pull some strings (I can’t complain as this was how I got Juliet blackmailed into doing stuff in my Marriage of Inconvenience fic. I think? I can’t quite remember.)

Rick being proud of Jelly-Bean 

I’m just happy for Rick and I love that the Ohana is being supportive. (I mean of course they gonna be). Also, wow, I am so happy I don’t live in America or other place where school costs money, that gotta be rough to be all “here is the ultrasound - let’s start planing on how we gonna save money enough to send them to college” :O I know it was a joke but still...

The Case

Shammy calling in one of the favors Magnum is sure to owe him... 

No, but it’s nice to have an episode where they’re helping out a friend and this felt totally plausible. And horrible. Money is the worst sometimes. The title gives it a way the tiniest bit, but I’d forgotten the episode title so I was good. And I like titles that make sense (last weeks did make sense, I just have no clue on church-y things...)

Over all the case was good. Poor Shammy and poor Dart and his wife. Real heartbreaking.

The trailer kind of gave away too much though, it’d have been better if we hadn’t known Dart was dead. And the end bit too when they went to the bad insurance dude’s house? We also knew he was dead. So yeah while the trailer was exciting but gave away too much. 

I did enjoy that Magnum is suddenly good at doing quick numbers in his head. Or maybe he can only do it with menus? Higgy was clearly impressed either way.

(Okay, I know that doesn't look super much like her impressed face, but that’s just my bad for not screenshot-ing the right moment, okay?)

I had hoped a case with a vet would mean maybe just one tidbit of a military/spy story. But we didn’t get anything really like that for them or the guys, other than the nod to ‘we’ve all been there’. Which I think was a little bit of a missed thing, just one little thing would have been nice. But also I didn’t miss it in the ep, just thinking about it after.

In the end, Shammy showing up and meeting the wife and her getting to see that her husband had people that cared enough to go searching for him... it was nice. I felt less crappy and Higgy getting to give the ring back felt important so I’m glad they included it... 

(Though missed opportunity when Magnum found it. He should have held it out to her all ‘look what I found’ and and had her take it. No because I want to see him give her a ring. No. For Other Reasons...I Just Can’t Tell You).

Only problem I had is... well I’m a little annoyed everyone always end up dead. Like, come on! In almost every episode. I just want more cases where the stakes are high but people are not dying left and right. Is that too much to ask for? Maybe... 

Juliet Higgins the Best Friend Wing Woman of the decade. Seriously.

Her checking in with him, knowing when he’s lying about being fine and trying to get him to open up. She’s really learnt a lot about caring about someone and how to be nice about feelings. And that they’re important, especially with Thomas.

Her trying to help and getting Lia to work with them after hearing things were tense and they hand’t talked. Especially as we know Juliet starting to come to terms with some of her own feels. But she wants him to be happy, even if that in this moment meant Lia...

And while she might be a bit awkward, she does get out of their first so Lia and Magnum can have their interrogation room talk (that they picked that set made me 100% sure this ep. was going to end with a breakup. because interrogation room... not good vibes.) and then at the end she leaves so they can break up. 

The break up was well done, even if I’m still a little iffy on ‘did Lia do something wrong by not sharing? really? they were not serious’ (not sharing with the HPD and Gordon, sure, wrong of her, but the guy she’s dated for 6 months? maybe wrong? yeah, I guess.)

So because I’m petty... I love Lia more now that she’s not with Magnum. I do hope we get her as Gordon’s partner now and again, because we need some more female characters around! Plus she’s adorable and a cop with a bad-guy dad is a pretty cool character to include. Lots of possibilities there.

Really liked the break up, it was nice (not something you say very often) and I appreciate that. Sometimes things just don’t work out and that’s okay. They can still be friends (and Magnum can ask her for favors...)

I love that Juliet came to check on him as soon as Lia was gone, Higgy def. wanting to know what happening and then gauge his level of upset-ness with the break up.

“To being single!”

This just made me smile, because well...you be standing next to your soulmate being all “to us being single” and it was just perfectly perfect for me (yes, perfectly perfect.). Also both their expressions. They know neither one of them is actually single...

So... All good this week. This is def. one of my favorites this season. Especially in conjunction with the trailer for next week. I can’t wait to see what crazy shenanigans our faves get up to that lands them in jail...

(Plus they look super pretty in their mug shots... then again, when don’t they look super pretty!)

Basically all of this episode just makes me go “please make 10 more season“ because when they get it right, Magnum PI really just hits the spot. Like all the spots. The Miggy banter/partner feels, the cases, feels, Ohana, the prettiness of Hawaii, he prettiness of Jay and Perdie, important topics YET not rammed down your throat, just the right amount of wacky drama for dramas sake, the Ferrari, the guest stars being varied and tugging on heart strings, the whole vibe it just works. So yeah, 10 seasons please - but for now I’ll take a season 5 confirmation.

(Anyone know how we’re looking for that? Rating are holding pretty steady aren’t they? For a Friday night show, I think we’re pretty good. And they want to do a crossover with NCIS Hawaii right? So I’m kind of hopeful for season 5.)

That the end of review. Now I’m just going to go full on Miggy dreams and wishes and speculations that this episode made my brain decide on. Okay? Good, just so we’re all on the same page.

_____

Season 4 will end with Jelly-Bean being born + Miggy kiss. They’ve built it up too much for it not to happen (the kiss, not the baby). That’s my firm belief and if we don’t get it I will eat my hat. I mean, seriously just look.

Exhibit A

“I had that dream again.”

Exhibit B

The whole freaking show, the latest being Magnum and Lia’s relationship ending.

So yeah, I think Higgy will realize and act on what she’s feeling. For Magnum...it’s been kind of obvious he’d be into something happening between them for a long while now. In a way he was just waiting on her. Besides, in romances, it’s the person who has protested and claimed it would ‘never happen’ and is the most emotionally held back, that has to make the move, else it won’t feel (as) satisfying. For these two, that is Juliet. So girl, make your move.

Post kiss/hookup, going into season 5 Magnum and Higgins are trying to figure out their changing relationship. Because seriously, we need that and yes, some viewers will drop off once they will or won’t is over with. But I think by keeping it as a “will or won’t they work out” because let’s face it, they might be perfect for each other they’re also...very different people, they could keep those viewers watching. And besides, show is about more than Miggy. They can be together and solve crimes and banter, not everything have to (or should) change just because they’re doing the devil’s tango, right?

(If they don’t get renewed, at least they’ll have given us a REAL kiss.)

Mean while Rick is trying to be daddy. I’m guessing Suzie (I’m sorry I spell her name differently every time, it’s just one of those names I can never decide on how it’s freaking meant to be) and Jelly-Bean will be a big part of Rick’s story line in season 5.

And TC has Cade (and while I’m betting we’re getting a nervous TC for a interview or house inspection or something), it will all work out. By season 5, we’ll have both our best guys settling into their dad roles. I hope TC gets a girlfriend too, because dating with a teenage foster kid would be fantastic. And TC needs more screen time, he’s the best. 

Anyhow. This leaves the only guy around who is a hopeless romantic and has actually said he wants to be a dad - Magnum - as the only one (of the trio) without a kid.

(I mean we all remember this? Right? My ovaries sure remembers it...)

So while 80s Magnum didn’t end specially well for Magnum, I don’t think they’re going to go down that route. I mean they MAY decide to end it really horribly with Higgins getting shot by Ivan and quite possibly dying and Magnum going of to shoot Ivan in cold blood. In a sort of homage to the original. But, I really hope that’s not how it goes. Because...well that would suck and break my heart.

So my theory for season 5 (and the series finale) ends with a real Miggy wedding. I mean we got the ‘fake wedding that never was’. We deserve a real one!

And this scene with her returning the watch (3.02)...

If this not a parallel for a proposal I don’t know what is. (And today’s episode means I need a Miggy engagement ring that says ‘Ditto’ on the inside. Because reasons.)

And them taking care of Hiapo - Higgy being unsure about the baby thing - maybe have them taking care of Jelly-Bean in season 5 will end with another talk where she’s more open to it? Is this just me being a a sappy fan girl who just wants my idiots to get their happily ever after? Maybe. Not that Magnum and Higgins need a baby to be happy (just each other).

But!!! It feels like a show that is all about Ohana should maybe end with more Ohana. Even if we don’t need an actual Miggy wedding or a pregnancy announcement for that to be a thing. But it seems everyone else is getting a kid, ending the show on the happy note that Magnum and Higgy are going to be parents too just seems like the thing to do. Coming full circle from season one where they’re all a bunch of single guys, who are Ohana for sure, but now they both have each other as brothers and their own families too, all whom they love very much.

It makes sense to do a parallel to the show’s opening scene...

(Maybe even with a few additions, like Shammy, Gordon, Jin, Cade, and even Kumu and Suzie could be hanging out.) 

... they’re all having a good time and then Higgy shows up with the lads. But rather than be there to scold Magnum she’s there to join them or point out they’re going to be late for the X thing they’re doing for Magnum’s bachelor party. Or just anything. Or she’s there from the start. Or it’s Magnum, TC and Rick and then Higgy shows up and then everyone else, just dropping in?

IDK, I think that be a beautiful way to show the whole family that started out with these four guys, have lost one but they’ve still got each other and their Ohana has grown. They’re always changing but no matter what or how their lives change they’re always going to be there for each other. That’s the kind of ending I’d want and I think they all deserve! 

Yeah, that was a bit random, theorizing about the show’s endgame, but that’s what my brain wanted to do today so hope you enjoyed my ramblings a little bit!

[gnocchighoul]

The boys (+undateables?) reactions when they discover MC is actually a vampire?

....so I’m a dingus and didn’t realize that this was also for the undateables and just wrote it for the brothers, my bad 😅 Part two maybe? 👀

WARNING: as this is about vampires, it’s a little bit morbid. I strayed away from being too graphic, but y’know. Vampires. There’s death and blood and such. 

Enjoy! :D

~

Lucifer

In hindsight, he really should have figured it out on his own.

But it’s not like he’s been around enough humans lately to know what Normal human behavior is. 

So he just kinda took your... quirks at face value.

So what if you’re far too comfortable with the Devildom’s constant state of nighttime? Solomon doesn’t seem to mind it either, so maybe humans are just more nocturnal now.

And perhaps your Very Strong aversion to garlic is a little odd, but Mammon wouldn't eat it either for the first 600 years of his life, so it’s not that weird.

You’re also not phased by constantly being surrounded by demons and monsters, which is a little strange, but maybe you’re just like the ancient greeks. A monster fucker.

You feeling right at home in the Devildom is auspicious for the exchange program, so he doesn’t bother dwelling on it.

Though maybe he does find it a little bit weird when you really insist that he start drinking cranberry juice.

(It’s just for health benefits of course, totally has nothing to do with you prepping your next meal)

So what, you may ask, triggers his big lightbulb moment?

You fall off the roof.

And you just get right back up.

Now he knows that humans aren’t supposed to be THAT durable, so he stops you from scaling the side of the fucking house with your bare hands, and very eloquently asks you, “What the fuck?” 

You shake him off. “What? Mammon and I are playing roof-ball.” 

Lucifer stares. “You fell. I saw how hard you hit the ground. You should be dead.”

You laugh. “Dead? Just from a little fall like that? Are you serio-ohhh wait. You don’t know, do you?” 

You give him your biggest, cheesiest grin and—oh. 

Fangs.

...And now he understands why you want him to drink cranberry juice.

Mammon

You are, by far, the weirdest human he’s ever met. 

Which is saying something, because Solomon is literally just a few blocks away.

Seriously, despite camping out in your room nearly every single night, Mammon has never seen you sleep, he’s pretty fucking sure that sometimes you don’t even breathe, you won’t step foot into the House of Lamentation unless someone invites you in, and who the hell hates garlic that much?? 

But you’ve also expressed your intense dislike for crosses, so he supposes that you’re not unredeemable. 

Just weird.

But it’s incredibly annoying how you wont sleep. Your tossin’ and turnin’ is killing him, why the fuck can’t you just settle down? You need to just put your DDD down and sleep already, dammit.

He sits up, ready to tear you a new one—and pauses. 

“Um,” his voice is high, somewhat uncertain, and your eyes snap over to look at him. “Why are you looking at coffins for sale?” 

You sigh, a bit wistfully. “I just can’t stand sleeping in a bed anymore. I didn’t want to be rude, so I really did try, but it's been a couple hundred years since I last had one and it’s just murder on my back. I think I’m gonna just have to get a coffin. They’re so much more comfortable.” 

Briefly, Mammon considers running. 

Instead, he says, “What the fuck?” 

You quirk an eyebrow at him. “You do know I’m a vampire, right?” 

...What the fuck—

Mammon lays back down—crosses his arms over his chest with a huff and pretends that he isn’t totally freaked the fuck out. “‘Course I do, don’t be stupid. Now go to sleep already.” 

So that he can escape before you try to eat him.

“Mammon,” you sing, leaning over the bed to loom over him. He swallows hard—can’t look away from your sharp, toothy grin. 

You coo, “I can hear the scared little pitter patter of your heart, darling.”

He squeaks.

Levi

Honestly, Levi is so so happy to have another irl friend who’s into video games that he looks past your strangeness.

You like to stay indoors and play games!! That’s something he has in common with you that his brothers don’t, and that’s all that matters!

...Though he does find it a little weird how sometimes you just kinda sniff him. 

The first dozen times he nearly had a heart attack, and when he asked why you were doing it, he Really wasn't expecting you to shrug and say “I dunno, you just smell tasty” 

Seriously. Tasty? Are you Beel or something, what’s that supposed to mean?!

He’s not entirely sure why you’re a bit of a shut in gamer though, because despite your, ah, quirks, you’re still so much cooler than he is, so what’s the deal with that?

When he asks, you just shrug and say, “Old habits die hard, I guess. Real sunshine hurts, but virtual doesn’t, so I just got kinda used to living through games and staying indoors.”

“Oh.” Levi’s a bit surprised, but sympathetic. “So, you sunburn easily?” 

He’s not entirely sure why you’re laughing now, since that wasn’t a joke. He was just trying to be friendly :(

But then you hug him and he’s too flustered to be offended anymore jndcks

So, when does it finally click for Levi that you’re a vampire?

You guys are having a game night in his room.

He accidentally takes a sip of your caprisun and realizes, very quickly, that it is not the refreshing juice of a caprisun pouch.

He throws up a little bit.

And screams.

And maybe blacks out for a few seconds.

But when he finally calms down and lets you explain, he’s pretty damn enchanted, because this is just like Help, My Roommate Is A Vampire And I Didn’t Know Until A Vampire-Hunter Mistook Me For Them And Attacked Me!! :D 

Satan

Satan considers himself to be somewhat of a detective, y’know. His brain is just filled to the brim with Big Smarts

Naturally, he puts that jelly thicc thought tank of his to good use and realizes very quickly that you aren’t totally human. 

At first, he isn’t totally sure what you are.

And then a coffin gets delivered to the house, which upon seeing you cheer “Oh sweet, my new bed!!” aaaand he puts the pieces together.

You become somewhat of a case study to him. You’re the first vampire he’s ever encountered and he just wants to know everything and anything about your life.

He’s so intrigued by you.

But you frustrate him SO much.

He wants to know about how you were turned!! It’s not like he has any other vampires that he can ask about their experience!! And you fucking tell him a different story every day!!

“A cat jumped over my deceased body!”

“I was stabbed and the wound wasn’t treated with boiling water!” 

“On a dark and stormy night, I came across a palace and the owner, a hospitable gentleman, let me take refuge there. But then, I quickly realized that I was actually a hostage, and when I tried to escape, that fucker turned me!”

“Nobody put an obolus in my mouth to pay the toll of the Styx, so Charon the ferryman sent me back! What a great guy.” 

“A chupacabra bit me!”

Needless to say, he considers breaking the wooden leg off one of the dining room chairs and stabbing you with it, but the lecture he would get from Lucifer just isn’t worth the effort. 

He’s gonna pull the truth out of you one of these days.

Asmo

“My my, darling, what sharp teeth you have~” Asmo purrs, lifting a finger to brush against them, doe-eyes wide and curious. “The better to eat me with, hopefully?” 

You smile. “Something like that.”

And you fuckin’ bite his finger.

His scream is fantastic. If you actually draw blood next time, maybe he’ll even shatter the windows! 

He swats your leg sharply with a silk folding fan and cries, “What if you had broken my skin!? Do you have any idea how much time and effort goes into maintaining this soft, supple skin?! What’s wrong with you, you psychopath?”

“Don’t hit me,” you pout, scooting away from him. “I couldn’t help it! You just smell so sweet and I haven’t had any blood in a while, so—”

“Huh?” Asmo blinks, looking a bit confused. Then recovers far too quickly and waggles his eyebrows at you. “Oh, so that’s what you’re into! What a pleasant surprise~” 

You thunk him on the back of the head. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you not to tease a vampire?”

Asmo’s grin could rival the sun.

“A vampire?! Well why didn’t you say so sooner?” 

He’s already taking off his shirt.

“Get over here already and take a bite out of me~”

Beel

When he finds out that you’re a vampire, his first thought is to worry over if you can eat normal food or not.

He’s very relieved when you tell him that you can, so long as you’ve had enough blood, but that garlic is a very big no-no.

Naturally, you two bond over how both of you never quite feel full. 

It’s not uncommon for the other house members to find you two laying face down on the floor, tummies rumbling, whining about how you’re staaaaarving

You carry around snacks for him, and Beel makes sure that you’ve always got access to blood (whether that means stashing blood bags, letting you feed from him, or a combo of both ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )

He’s probably going to be the least weirded out by your ~undead tendencies~

Honestly, he’s a bit relieved by how strong you are. The last thing he ever wants to do is hurt you or see you get hurt, and it gives him peace of mind when he realizes that you’re actually pretty durable!

But it does give him a fucking heart attack the first time he sees you yeet yourself out a second story window to crush poor, poor unassuming Mammon.

He also really loves how your body temperature naturally runs cold. He’s a space heater, you’re an icicle—it just works. Snuggle time is good :)

He totally compares the size of your incisors with his jkdcnkj

He just thinks you’re really neat!!!

But he is very sympathetic about how you cant eat good garlic bread :(

Belphie

Listen.

We all know this emo boy is a vampire fucker, probably even more so than Asmo.

(He read Twilight. He saw all the movies. He had merch.)

(Fuck Edward and Jacob though, he was Team Alice all the way.)

(If he can stay awake long enough, he reads really shitty vampire romance novels.)

He just thinks vampires are hot, okay? He can’t help that his soul longs to be a vampire fucker.

Just accept it into your heart. Belphie already has.

So needless to say, he’s THRILLED when he finds out that you’re a vampire. He tries to play it cool though and pretends that he isn’t immediately trying to jump your bones dfghjkjh

He overheard you telling Satan that you got bitten by a Chupacabra, and they’re known for going after cows right? 

He is a cowboy, y’know, guess you’re just gonna have to go to him now when you’re thirsty, y’know, since you were bitten by a Chupacabra. it just makes sense, really ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(No it doesn’t)

(But let’s be real, are you gonna pass up the chance to snuggle the shit out of him AND get a snack out of it? No. No you’re not.)

(He totally makes you arm wrestle Beel to recreate the “Iconic” twilight scene with Emmett and Bella.)

(When he realizes that you’re strong, he’s gonna make you give him piggyback rides, just like Edward and Bella :) and no he doesn’t care how ridiculous you both look)

[lambden]

Hello! For your smutty prompts, could I have Lambden with "if you called just to get off on my voice, i’m hanging up."? 💕💕💕

I love your writing 🥰🥰

T (suggestive), 477 words, no warnings

“Hey… can’t talk for long.” Lambert rubs his tired, sore eyes with his knuckles, sighing softly against the receiver of his cell phone. Today has been an unfairly long day at the end of a tremendously long week, in what he feels is developing into a series of ridiculously long months. 

He hadn’t meant anything by sending the post-work selfie to Aiden; he hadn’t even really meant ‘call me’ or ‘are you available to talk right now’. He only wanted to show off his stupid farmer’s tan, and now he’s lying across the couch, too exhausted to put his grimy, sweaty shirt back on. And Aiden is still silent on the other end of the line, even though he was the one who called in the first place.

Abruptly more frustrated than his friend deserves, Lambert checks the call to see if Aiden hung up. Maybe it was a pocket dial; but no, the call is still ticking away, and when he raises his phone to his ear he can still hear very quiet breathing— heavy, but shallow. “Aiden? You there?”

For another long beat where Lambert’s chest heaves in time with the soft and distant exhales, neither of them speak. Then finally the reply comes, and Lambert raises his eyebrows at the slightly affected tone in Aiden’s voice. “Yeah.”

“Okay…?” He should probably push himself up to sit properly but he can’t be fucked. After the long day of work, all his limbs feel like they’ve turned to jelly and the cool, dry couch cushions are a balm against his bare sun-kissed skin. Lambert narrows his eyes instead, staring across the room and trying to imagine where Aiden might be calling him from. The guy’s apartment is not small, and it’s late in the afternoon; if Aiden is home, there’s a good chance he’s already in bed. Lambert’s traitorous heart thumps at the idea, and to cover, he growls, “If you called just to get off on my voice, I’m hanging up.”

Softer than usual, with the same suggestive edge, Aiden whispers, “Don’t hang up.”

The second after that seems to last for thirty, as Lambert tries to parse the situation while his best friend hangs in the lurch, awaiting judgement and a verdict. At first he thinks it’s yet another dumb sex joke, because his relationship with Aiden was practically founded on bad sex jokes. They’re connoisseurs at this point.

Then he thinks about it differently, mind still picturing where Aiden might be— maybe he’s splayed out in bed, one hand tucked into his waistband. Lambert sucks in a heavy, shocked breath. “Are you serious?”

“Don’t hang up,” Aiden repeats. This time, Lambert recognizes it immediately for what it is— a plea. He chews his bottom lip. His free hand creeps down to rest on his abdomen, just under his stomach.

He doesn’t hang up.

[trashytummiez]

Could you write a story about Mina and Kirishima having a date where their appetites get the better of them, so they wind up all full and burpy?

Kirishima had always been meaning to ask Mina out on a date but every time he tried to work the nerve to talk to his pink-skinned classmate the butterflies in his tummy would always get the better of him and he'd always chicken out. So when she ended up asking him out instead it certainly made things a lot easier. She always knew how to make everything look so much easier than it was after all.

The two ended up going out to dinner which Mina insisted was really casual. Kirishima still kept trying to mind his manners all throughout dinner but unfortunately the red haired boy also had one of the most immense appetites within UA. Meaning despite his best efforts he ended up eating quite a lot more than he intended to eat but he just couldn't help himself. The food was simply way too good and the well-meaning boy ended up eating a whole heck of a lot more than he intended to eat on his first date with his long time friend.

But to Kirishima's surprise whereas most girls might have been turned off by his voraciousness Mina was right there with him every step of the way. He knew the pink girl had a pretty big appetite of her own but he never imagined in his life that she could ever pack it away an ounce as much as she had done on their date. It was surprisingly disarming and only worked to help Kirishima relax that much more around her which only encouraged him to eat even more as the night went on.

By the time they were back at Kirishima's place both teens were stuffed to the brim. "Unngh man I'm stuffed..." Kirishima groaned heavily and placed both hands atop his belly. He'd eaten so much that his tummy was bulging out as though he swallowed a beachball that rode his t-shirt up and exposed his bare stomach. It churned noisily while Kirishima rubbed it to try and soothe that persistent ache. His stomach felt so incredibly heavy and taut after eating so much in one sitting. "How're ya holdin' up Mina-chan?"

"Unnnnnnngh..." was the only reply he got when the bloated pink girl flopped down lazily onto the couch next to the red haired boy.

When Kirishima glanced over at his date and saw how much she'd managed to eat in full he couldn't help being impressed.

Mina's tummy was huge.

Like Kirishima she looked as if she swallowed a basketball. Though it was notably smaller than Kirishima's belly due to the strength of his stomach and his overall endurance it was nonetheless big enough that her own top was riding up and her shorts were both unbuttoned unzipped and even tugged down a little to give her big perfectly round tummy some much needed breathing room. But because of the nature of her acidic quirk much of what she had eaten was already well more digested than what Kirishima ate. Which was why Mina's stomach looked much softer and more sloshy than Kirishima's rock hard stomach.

"Dude I can't believe how full my tummy is right now," Mina said rubbing her belly and giving a strained huff in the process.

Kirishima couldn't help snicker at her adorable use of the word 'tummy'. "Heh at least we know you could kick Kaminari's ass if he tries to challenge ya to an eating contest," he said encouragingly.

Mina giggled but that soon turned to a sickly groan when the giggling made her tummy jiggle and slosh heavily.

Kirishima saw that and scratched the back of his neck bashfully. "My bad."

But Mina waved her hand dismissively and smiled at the sight of Kirishima's larger belly. "I'm still blown away by how much you managed to eat over there. You almost look pregnant!" She teased and gave Kirishima's big belly a teasing pat.

Kirishima blushed both from the joke and from Mina's hand thumping his tummy like that. Unfortunately that pat she gave disrupted some of the pressure that was brewing in his stomach. It wasn't long into his binge eating that Kirishima felt the need to burp really badly. But because he was around Mina he didn't want to embarrass her or gross her out with his crudeness especially if he wanted there to be a second date. All dinner long Kirishima desperately needed to burp but had been holding it in all night. He knew if he tried to let out muted ones to relieve pressure it would all come rushing up. And he knew if he gave any closed mouth burps those would still be loud enough to draw attention.

So when Mina's pat tried to work the pressure up his throat Kirishima desperately willed himself not to burp hoping instead he could excuse himself for a moment to leave long enough to let loose clear of Mina's earshot. Mina looked at him with confusion when she saw Kirishima clamping a hand over his mouth and looking mildly nauseous.

"Are you okay? You're not about to be sick are you?" She asked obvious to Kirishima's gastric distress.

All Kirishima could do was nod desperately in the hopes to holding back the pressure.

But then a thick gurgle erupted from Mina's own bulging tummy. And without a moment of hesitation Mina threw her head back and gave a huge throaty burp that completely caught Kirishima by surprise.

HHHRRRRREEEEEEERRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUURRRRAAAAAAAAAHHPP!!!!!!!

Kirishima was in awe. Not only was Mina even remotely embarrassed by letting out a big unladylike burp but she looked almost as proud as she did relieved the way she moaned in satisfaction and gave her belly such a hearty pat of relief after. Her tummy jiggled and sloshed heavily from the pat she gave it.

"Ohhhhhh yeah I needed that good god," Mina moaned contently then casually let rip another hearty burp. She turned to Kirishima and tilted her head. "Sure you're okay? You're sweating bullets."

Unfortunately since Kirishima was so awestruck he had almost forgotten how turbulent his tummy was getting when he tried to assure her that he was okay. Because the only thing that exited Kirishima's mouth was a giant burp that was infinitely louder than what Mina had just let out.

BBBBRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHRRAAAAAHHP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

All that gas Kirishima had been holding in came violently rushing out of him like a bomb. That had to be one of the biggest burps Kirishima had ever let out. And the relief he felt was immense. But with that monster freed came all the pressure behind it.

Kirishima palmed the side of his bloated belly and brought a fist up to his mouth in time to give an incredibly deep closed mouth burp Mina could hear rumbling quite loudly in Kirishima's mouth. Then Kirishima gave an even longer and deeper closed mouth burp that made him wince from how hard it was to hold back from exiting his mouth.

He wearily blew the gas off to the side and sighed heavily giving his tummy a few hearty pats of his own. But he nonetheless blushed and gave a bashful, "'scuse me. Sorry but I really needed to get that out..."

Mina giggled loudly. "What are you apologizing for dude? That was a great one! Bet that felt amazing too!" She patted Kirishima's belly a few times then started rubbing it a little firmly. "Got any more in there?"

Kirishima was blushing immensely from having his tummy rubbed by his pink skinned crush. "Umm...p-probably..." he said timidly. Her rubbing was not only deeply sensual when his belly was so heavy and full but it was stimulating his stomach muscles enough to circulate more air in Kirishima's stomach.

He turned his head and gave a really big burp that he couldn't hold in.

BBBRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHP!!!!!

Mina giggled some more. "Wow you really were holdin' back all dinner weren't you!" She said and gave Kirishima's tummy a few firmer pats.

"Well I was..." Kirishima paused to give a really deep burp that left him panting. "...AAAAAAUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRHP!!!! Ohhhh man...but yeah, I was tryin' not to embarrass you."

Mina tilted her head in confusion. "What by burping? Who cares? I'm not Momo dude! I wasn't gonna get grossed out or anything."

"Yeah but we were also in...buuuuuuuhhhp...unf...in public. It's not manly to potentially gross other people out when they're tryin' to enjoy their meals."

Mina simply gave Kirishima a smile and teasingly poked his belly button a few times which made him blush even harder.

"You're too cute sometimes," she said which earned a bashful smile from the muscular boy. "Well either way if ya gotta burp don't hold back dude! I'm definitely not gonna," Mina said.

And right on cue her own belly gave another thick churning sound which made Mina's face tighten.

That was until she gave a thick rumbling burp that rolled out of her for a few seconds. But Mina maintained that look and held up a finger.

"Mph wait there's more," Mina said in a concentrated tone. She gave her glutted tummy a few pats which drew Kirishima's eyes to her bulging pink belly watching its flesh ripple with each pat she gave and slosh like it was full of incredibly rich jelly. She gave another low rolling burp and followed it up a few shorter ones.

BRRRAAAAAAAAARRRUUUUUUUURRRUUULLLLP!!!!!!

HRRRRUUUUUUUuuuuuuurrrOOOOOOOORRrrlk!!!

BrrrrruUUUUHP!!

As none of the burps gave Mina any relief she huffed in frustration that almost resembled a mildly nauseous pout.

"Ungh hate when they get stuck like that," Mina complained gently stroking her tummy from side to side while it churned noisily. "Kirishima you wanna gimme a hand?"

The bloated red haired boy tilted his head in confusion. "Ummm...whadduya mean?"

"I mean literally gimme your hand silly!" Mina said and grabbed Kirishima's hand. The boy yelped and went as red in the face as his hair when Mina placed his hand right against the dead center of her utterly engorged belly.

It felt so unbelievably soft to the touch and was so fast at digesting that her tummy almost felt a little squishy the way Kirishima's hand sank mildly into her bloat.

"There ya go! Now all you gotta do is push down!" Mina explained.

Kirishima gulped thinly and anxiously. He'd never touched Mina's flesh so intimately before and something about holding her belly just made Kirishima feel incredibly funny. But in a pleasant sort of way he couldn't describe.

Pushing thoughts aside for a moment Kirishima took a nervous breath then did as Mina asked by pushing down into her tummy.

Straight away a rush of gas worked its way up her chest and Mina this spunky pink skinned girl expelled a burp so loud that Kirishima almost mistook it for a dragons roar.

AAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUURRRRHHHHHRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOORRRHHHHHPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Kirishima was amazed. Not only was such a monumental burp easily a record breaker but he could feel Mina's tummy rippling under his palm from how intense that burp was.

Mina looked dazed but oh so relieved when it ended the way she slumped in her seat and nearly went cross eyed.

"Ohhhhh wow...that felt amazing..." Mina moaned.

Though he was still blushing Kirishima gave a fang-y grin. "Dude that was manly!" He said and gave Mina's jiggling tummy a few pats.

Mina hiccuped from the patting then grinned at Kirishima. She subtly gulped down some air which made her tummy feel mildly tighter under Kirishima's hand. Then Mina burped that air back up in the form of the words "Th-AAAAAAAAAAANNK . . . YYYYOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!"

Kirishima was taken aback by Mina burp-talking so effortlessly and really stretching the 'you' out for as long as she could. It left her panting when she finally finished and managed a weary giggle.

She seemed to be helping Kirishima to get more comfortable because the manly boy took in a few gulps of his own and gave an even louder response to Mina's crass antics.

AAANYY...

T-IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMME...

DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Kirishima successfully burp-talked the words 'anytime dude' with his eruptive dialogue getting louder with each word until he pushed out a really loud finish.

Both teens broke into a fit of laughter at their incredibly juvenile antics. Mina's tummy kept jiggling the more she laughed but with all that gas let loose it didn't hurt as much to laugh as prior. When the laughter subsided Kirishima smiled fondly. Because he was so much more comfortable now he began to gently rub Mina's belly.

The pink girl closed her eyes and sighed contently while Kirishima's hand gently stroked up to the roundest peak of her tummy and down all the way to her delicate lower tummy without reaching too low in case that made his date uncomfortable. But at this point Mina didn't appear uncomfortable with anything. She sighed happily and leaned against Kirishima and leaned further into his hand.

He continued to gently rub her belly and feel that odd warmth throughout his body. Kirishima couldn't explain it but the sight of Mina's tummy so big and round and the feeling of it brought an indescribable pleasure for the boy. A feeling that was more subtly matched by Mina whenever she caught a glimpse of Kirishima's belly in its bloated state.

Neither one could put into words what they were feeling. But they both knew that they very badly wanted to see the other getting stuffed like this again in the future.

Which all but guaranteed there would be a second date. And a third. And a fourth after that.

But for now both teens could very comfortably say this first date couldn't have gone any better.